Ghost Oneshots /// Ships (pt.1)

💗 Sodo x Mountain - Broken Foot

This was supposed to be a Sodo x Ghouls one, but I decided to focus it on Sodo and Mountain as it was requested :3 (and they're fucking adorable together)

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The show had been so fucking good. Not a single mistake, not a single mix-up in song, note or position on the stage. It had been tight, electric - simply perfect. And then Sodo tripped. It didn't even happen during a song. Just as they were leaving the stage to come back for their final bow, he must've missed a step on the stairs. As he landed, there was a sharp twist in his foot. A loud crack that echoed far too loud in his own head, ringing together with the remaining roaring of the crowd. Pain seared up his leg, white-hot and instant. He hissed through clenched teeth, ears flattened, and he barely caught himself before he could tumble fully. The lights blurred in his vision, and he wasn't sure if it was the adrenaline, panic or pain. Probably the awful mixture of it all together.

 A couple of stagehands came over as they noticed, but the ghoul, as proud as he was, waved them off at first, growling low in his throat. Only when he tried to take a step forward, and almost crumpled again, he let them near - reluctantly, and not without a few sharp snaps. He was helped over to a nearby crate where he could sit down, and his head pounded from the pain coursing through his veins now that the adrenaline slowly wore off. He glared down at his ankle, watching how it already began to swell beneath the fabric of his boot. "Of fucking course," he muttered under his breath. It was always him, wasn't it?

With his earplugs now hanging over his shoulder, Sodo could hear exactly just how much the fans were screaming and cheering for the band. A sour feeling of frustration settled in the pit of stomach, knowing he was stuck backstage with a swollen ankle while his packmates had fun interacting with the fans, distributing picks and setlists. When the band came off the stage, everyone quickly rushed over to Sodo, and he already rolled his eyes knowing they would be so worried for him. Rain was the first to reach him, his blue eyes opened wide in worry and concern for his packmate. He practically fell onto his knees, sliding across the floor in his rush. "Fuck- are you okay?" he asked, gaze fixed on the swollen ankle before it flicked up to meet Dew's, "Does it hurt bad?"

A grumbled huff escaped Sodo, and he had to keep himself from rolling his eyes again. He knew that he only meant well. Rain simply cared a lot about those he loved, but Dew couldn't deny the unpleasant feeling it left on him. He felt like such a baby - like he was stupid and needed supervision in order not to break his damn foot or do anything else that was stupid. The others were quickly right at Rain's side, all their gazes cast down at him. He felt small and vulnerable from being surrounded and towered over by them like that. But one presence stood out. The tall earth ghoul didn't say a word, simply crouched down next to him to very carefully take the boot off while trying not to hurt Sodo. He was simply the ever lasting comfort wrapped in flesh. At least to the fire ghoul. 

He still hissed a few times and bared his fangs even at Mountain, the ghoul he loved so much, but he just couldn't help himself - whenever he felt vulnerable he was getting snappy, and then it didn't matter who was by his side. But no matter what, the earth ghoul never seemed to care. "You shouldn't be standing on that," he eventually murmured, voice low, and just for a short moment their eyes met, a silent message passing between them. "You scared the damn shit out of me," Swiss then suddenly exclaimed, catching Dew's attention and drawing his eyes away from Mountain. He almost sounded annoyed, though his eyes said it all. There was worry swimming in those darkish ember eyes that sent both a flicker of warmth and hatred through Sodo's chest. "Relax..." he groaned as he leaned back, his tail flicking in a mixture of annoyance and irritation, "you're acting like I died. It's just a foot." 

Before anyone could reply, the stage curtain rustled and someone came down the short set of stairs, heels clinking off the metal and echoing through the backstage area. Papa Perpetua entered, still in his usual stage wear, makeup slightly smudged with sweat. He held his silver mask as he looked around, until his gaze settled on the huddle of ghouls. Without a word to the crew or anyone else, he made a straight line for them, the usual spring in his step gone. "Move," he said, voice tight and firm. The ghouls immediately made space for him, and then his eyes landed on the fire ghoul. His expression softened in a heartbreaking mixture of worry and guilt, the harshness from a second before gone. "Mia fiamma..." he breathed, crouching down next to Mountain and Rain. "What happened?"