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Wanted to write Gilbert showing off his fire-breathing stuff to Ghost,, I wrote this while seeing double in my vision ok ,, this also means I only went over it once, so if there's any mistakes (Like reused words or typos) ignore it <3 It's comprehensible enough I think..
It isn't long, only a little under 900 words. Small warning for accidental suggestive wording and Ghost basically going "dont even" lol
To the 1 billion Ghost & Gilbert fans out there 😝
The sun shines brightly without a cloud in sight for miles, and in the backyard of a small home were two young men. Ghost was relaxed on the ground, arms behind his head for support and one leg crossed over the other. Gilbert stood nearby.
Ghost watched his friend fiddle with the spout of a red jerrycan and sighed quietly. He knew what the petrol was for, but never actually saw Gilbert do it in front of him ever since he explained his weird process of fire-breathing. It was still kind of unbelievable–and he thought Gilbert had been joking at first, but seeing him now proved not.
“That can’t be healthy.” Ghost can’t help but say, both grossed out and a little concerned.
He wasn’t as concerned as he probably should be. Gilbert was impulsive and could do stupid and crazy things, but he was an adult. It wasn’t his job to make choices for him.
“Nah, mate! I don’t actually swallow it.” Gilbert insists. He let go of the can to momentarily ensure that his box of matches were on him. His hands patted over the pockets of his cargo shorts, and sure enough they were indeed there.
“Still doesn’t seem like anything I’d ever put in my mouth..” Ghost replied dryly.
By the grin that formed on the other male’s face, Ghost knew he chose the worst possible wording. He scowled.
“Don’t try it.” He looked away, irritated by his audacity to even smile at something so childish, “You’re gross, I’m serious.”
Gilbert only gave a short chuckle. He was more fond instead of offended.
“Yeahh, I know..” He quickly changes the subject, “You ready?”
“I suppose I am, alright then,” Ghost reluctantly answers.
Gilbert doesn’t hesitate, lifting and glugging (but not swallowing) the petrol while Ghost tries not to gag at the sight. With his mouth now full, he holds it while taking a match out and ripping it against the gritty side of the match box, lighting it. The flame is mesmerizing to him, but what would happen next was even more than just mesmerizing.
Keeping his thrilled twitching to a minimum, he holds the lit match out and blows the fuel from his mouth. The burst of liquid burned into an even bigger flame, giving the illusion that he’d breathed it.
Ghost’s eyes widened a tad bit in surprise, sitting up. He hadn't expected it to actually work, or be as cool as Gilbert explained it.
After the little show, Gilbert spat on the grass at the aftertaste and shook his head. He grinned, turning to his friend, proud.
“How was that then? Are you amazed?” He half-teased.
Ghost’s astonished look dropped quickly into a deadpan stare.
“It looked like it took 8 years off of your lifespan.” He responds dryly, never exactly the type to be enthusiastic about anything.
“It might have, but it was cool, wasn’t it?” Gilbert swatted his hand in the air. It was clear he had little regard for his own safety and health.
Ghost’s eye twitched. This guy.. He thought. Sighing heavily, his fingers picked at the blades of grass under him, before begrudgingly giving a proper answer.
“M’yeah, ‘s alright.” He mumbled.
“I knew you’d think it was awesome.”
Gilbert tucked his matches back into his short pockets safely. He picked up the jerry can and held it out toward the sitting male, “Before I put this away, did you want to try it? It’s not as hard as it looks. It’s actually pretty easy! Just.. Don’t accidentally swallow it.”
Ghost frowned. He’d have to be just as insane as Gilbert was to even consider that..
“What? No.. Huh?”
“No? It’s really not that bad, plus, you smoke a lot, this is like.. Nothing.” Gilbert began walking to the side of the house. If his friend didn’t want to, he wasn’t going to pressure him.. Plus, more for him.
“That’s not the same thing–I don’t even know how that compares.” Ghost called back out. He didn’t move right away. He huffed through his nose quietly, thinking over the offer for a moment. He honestly wasn’t interested in putting fuel in his mouth and tasting it, as cool as the flames looked.
He also didn’t trust his own reflexes, what if he swallowed it the second it hit his tongue? He shuddered. Yuck.
Maybe there were safer alternatives? One that didn’t involve the risk of ingesting poison, then getting real sick and dying.
He couldn’t think of any on the spot, but he’d pass it along to Gilbert if he learnt of any. Maybe he should do some research at the library and read those chemistry and science-y books. Ghost knew the basics of course, but he didn’t actually pay that close attention in school growing up.. Not when he’d spend half the classes planning his exits to avoid the bullying he’d get for being weird.
He bent and twirled a blade of grass he had plucked from the ground, lost in thought until Gilbert returned.
“You wanna go grab a bite before Gracie gets home from work?” Gilbert gestured back toward the old delivery truck in their driveway.
“I don’t think I trust you behind the wheel, but.. Okay.” Ghost got up.
And off they went.
Probably buying cheap food and drinks.
ok anyway i hope that wasn't bad
