#chef!ghost

[siddyyyyyyyy]

Chef!Simon 'Ghost' Riley who works as the head chef in a three star restaurant. Is very passionate about his cooking and baking, although he prefers cooking. Let's the confectioner handle the sweets.

Chef!Simon 'Ghost' Riley who hates costumers or guests, who think they can outsmart him, by complaining about the 'dry steak', however he simply makes them go home. This way, him and his colleagues have less stress.

Chef!Simon 'Ghost' Riley who gets criticized because of his strict rules in his restaurant by the press. However, he just wants to make sure it's enjoyable and calm. Without any guests trying to get more free food by playing a victim.

Chef!Simon 'Ghost' Riley who hates the press.

Chef!Simon 'Ghost' Riley who hates taking the fresh products from the delivery guy, because he's more than talkative. Always makes anyone else go than himself.

Chef!Simon 'Ghost' Riley who (sometimes) hates his colleagues. Mostly Soap, because he manages to set at least two pans on fire every day and then always ends up staying late to help the cleaning ladies with their job.

Chef!Simon 'Ghost' Riley who once threw a tomato at Soap for pissing him off, then said; »Be happy that wasn't my knife, you wanker!«

Chef!Simon 'Ghost' Riley who sometimes gets carried away and talks more loudly than usual, making some guests question if the work morals are actually okay or not.

»Just follow the damn orders, you carrot!« »If the costumer said 'no garlic', then it means 'no garlic'! I don't need this place to be shut down because of your stupid ass.«

Chef!Simon 'Ghost' Riley who either loves it or hates it when familys with children come in. Asks the waiter or waitress who took their orders about them, being happy if the kid is well behaved.

Chef!Simon 'Ghost' Riley who loves to cook things off the kid's menu, likes to serve it himself when he knows the child/children are nice and not little gremlins.

Chef!Simon 'Ghost' Riley who rants to himself whenever something upsets him in the slightest way.

Chef!Simon 'Ghost' Riley who likes to think that you are his favourite coworker. Knows about your excellent degree, enjoys your food and new recipes and loves the fact that you're always on time. Others can't compare.

Chef!Simon 'Ghost' Riley who likes to gossip with you on breaks over a cigeratte or a cup of tea.

Chef!Simon 'Ghost' Riley who always makes sure that Velvet's desserts are perfect. It's his most loyal costumer, and the sweetest elder lady on earth.

»Of course, we'll make the most sweetest cheesecake as possible.«

Chef!Simon 'Ghost' Riley who wants to put his hands into the mixer after he heard Velvet compliment you, then following up with, »I'm surprised chef Riley hasn't fallen for you already. I'd be distracted in the kitchen if I had to work with you.« Because she is somehow managed to hit a nerve.

Chef!Simon 'Ghost' Riley who tries to make you do other work, like organising the storage room and collecting the deliveries, or even cleaning out the containers outside. Just to be more focused on his work... but you're starting to hate it.

Chef!Simon 'Ghost' Riley who makes Soap shut up with another tomato once he tries to tease Ghost about his 'crush'. Then contemplated with the thoughts of shutting the place down because of his antics.

⟨part 2⟩

a/n: got this idea while reawatching a random series from my childhood, so here you go. hope you enjoyed! (divider @vesearartistry) I'd happily take more requests for this AU, just drop it into my inbox!! Also, he reminds me of Gordon Ramsay.

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[boowritess]

bonus part 2

simon can't cook-

okay no he CAN. okay? but it's very much- chop up whatever the fuck is in the fridge throw it in a pot, add as much meat he can find. then he's sorted. creating some sort of stew. but if not that. he thrives off 2 minute noodles.

listen, he's a working man. he can't be fucked thinking about what to make.

and if he needs to eat while not deployed and wants something, he'll get takeaways so he doesn't have to think about it.

and if ya'll are together - whatever you make... motherfucker eats that shit up like he's in a 5-star fucking reasturant.

you made scrambled eggs with bacon??? he's astounded. absolutely in love. has never been more satisfied in his life.

but oh lord. when he retires..

retired!simon fucking riley finds his fucking calling in cooking.

you no longer have to worry about cooking. nah-uh. not with this man who has all the time in the world to hone in on this new culinary world.

idk i just think it's so cute to think about simon going from beans on toast for breakfast to fluffy buttermilk pancakes or french toast with bacon a berry compote.

then for dinner; it's suddenly a whole line of sushi with all your favourites, dumplings to follow and a beef udon recipe dish. or maybe it's a simple roast - however, a perfectly seasoned meat has been sitting for a while in the oven for so long that when you cut into it, it's juicy and tender. and simon fucking beams at the faces you make.

dessert is a whole other game that simon fucking mastered. seriously. because he's placing down a skillet brownie, topped with ice cream and cream. And when you put a spoon into it, it fucking drips with chocolate ya'll.

just rahhhh retired!simon that turns into chef!simon. who just spoils you day and night with food. who gains the ability to make whatever dish you want, whenever you want. 3am and you want a grilled cheese? he can whip it up in seconds and it'll taste like the most gourmet grilled cheese you have EVER had.

btw, i'm torn between making him a gordon ramsay in the kitchen or him being the complete opposite and being so sweet and patient with you when you want to help him.

WAIT- speaks like gordon ramsay but treats you softly. like, you're not cutting with the knife correctly you fucking donkey. but instead of taking it off you, he presses up behind you, gently cups your hands with his and shows you how to do it safely. and he's speaking so sweetly and softly. a stark contrast to when he called you a fucking donkey - but hey you'll get your bite back. ;)

a/n: i can't fucking breathe this was so funny to write. i'm sorry idk why he called u a donkey. i'm fucking hungry if it wasn't obvious with this post.

[differenteagletragedy]

Simon gets the idea that he wants to buy you a house. You gave him a new life, it's the least he can do, right? And he has plenty of money, never really having had anything to spend his salary on, but he's not just swimming in cash. So he finds a fixer-upper. Something he can make special, just for you. His darling wife.

He thinks he can handle it, the work, and for a while, he can. Things like holes in the walls, ripping up old carpet, that's easy. But when the jobs get a little more intricate, like when he has to take out the old bathtub and put in a new one, he's a little lost. And when he's lost, he goes to Price. Always.

Besides the instinct to seek out Price's help, ingrained in him since his early days in the military, Simon knows the man has some more in-depth knowledge about home renovation, having done it a time or two for his own wife. The wife is gone, but craftsmanship in Price's home, the one he pays a hefty alimony to keep, remains.

So Price starts coming over to the new house, helping Simon out, showing him how to do this specific job. Together, they put in a beautiful new tub, a big one with jets, room enough for both you and Simon. Price notes that last part with a small, tight smile and a gaze that stays on his lieutenant for a beat too long.

They finish up the rest of the renovations together too, but when everything is done and the house is ready for you, Simon shows it to you by himself for the first time. He takes you from room to room, letting you know all the blood, sweat and tears that went into everything. The house is like his love for you made visceral, and he's so proud to give it to you.

Price is proud, too. He's happy that he was able to help Simon out like this, and glad to know that you'll have a solid, sturdy roof over your head, thanks in no small part to him. When he comes over for the first time, just for a drink so you and Simon can show him what you've been doing as far as decorating, he puffs out his chest a bit.

And when you get to the bathroom and he mentions how you have that nice new tub because of his handiwork, how much you must be enjoying it, how lovely you'd look lying in it, his blue eyes almost leering, there's no reaction from your husband.

Simon never learned how to be jealous. Before you, he never had anything that was just for him, something to fight for. But what he has learned, from a very young age, is to respect his superiors.

[swordlunge-wav]

congratulations on the triple win at The Creator Awards!!

I was possessed by some kinda of fervor to draw a good chunk of the cast these past few days! chipping away at these designs and navigating thru stylization has been seriously remedying my art block (tales)...

[spacedace]

Thinking about the untapped comedic potential of the Batfam explaining to new hero in Gotham & literal ghost Phantom that they don't kill people.

And Danny, professional menace, responding with "What? You guys have a problem with dead people or something?" In the most serious, insulted voice he can manage just to watch them squirm.

(Jason is having a great time)

[ghost-recs]

Oikawa SMAU Rec

nonsense by @idlerin

synopsis: university student, chaotic friend group, and up and coming actor/model oikawa tooru as your secret ex, what could go wrong?

the perfect combination of angst, cuteness, and humor that left me a puddle for oikawa tooru (i highly recommend the playlist too, pls pls).

syrup by @eggyrocks

synopsis: oikawa, to put it bluntly, is love sick. unfortunately, there is a bit of an obstacle in the way of his happy ever after with you...

lots of crack and chaos. humor that has me going.

pose for me by @authentictiramis

synopsis: vlogging au where two groups decide to collab, simping ensues.

short and sweet, full of fluff and some humor. cute!

[forlorn-crows]

anyone else just

peaaace forever mooooreee

peaaace forever moOOOOOᴼᴼᴼᴿᴱ

BUT 💥

IF 💥

IT 💥

ALLLLL BURNS DOWNNN

[superhoeva]

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 (𝐎𝐍𝐄)

all my fics, blurbs, and other thoughts! reader is written as a black or poc woman but all are welcome to enjoy <3 | (18+/minors dni)

(SECOND MASTERLIST LINK)

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐘

CAPT. JOHN PRICE ⋆｡°✩

⋆ sleep tight, love – john helps you fall asleep. (+18)

SGT. KYLE GAZ GARRICK ⋆｡°✩

⋆ suck – kyle asks a favor. (+18)

⋆ eat out – kyle doesn't understand. (18+)

SGT./CAPT. JOHNNY SOAP MACTAVISH ⋆｡°✩

⋆ making out – you and soap make out on simon. (+18; feat. soap)

⋆ moping – you help soap feel better (18+; feat. tf 141)

⋆ snacks – soap misunderstands you. (+18)

⋆ first date – you kiss soap on your first date.

⋆ sudoku – soap plays dumb.

L.T. SIMON GHOST RILEY ⋆｡°✩

⋆ THE RILEY FAMILY (1) (2) (3) – they're creepy and they're moody. mysterious and spooky. they're all together ooky. the riley family! (the addams family inspired au)

⋆ pillow – simon catches you in the act. (+18)

⋆ making out – you and soap make out on simon. (+18; feat. soap)

⋆ movie star (1) (2) (3) – you're simon's personal movie star. (18+)

⋆ 69ing – you have a competition with simon. (18+)

⋆ the pharmacy (1) – simon embarrasses himself. (+18)

POLY!141/EXTRAS/ETC. ⋆｡°✩

⋆ THE ESCAPE – your small sleepy town has never been enough for you. maybe that’s what makes it so easy for inmate soap, his cellmate ghost, ad their friends on the outside to convince you to help sneak them out of prison. (CONTINUED ON AO3)

⋆ casual dominance – the boys try to figure out dinner. (roomates!au)

⋆ nails – you take the boys to get their nails done. (roomates!au)

⋆ undies – soap is reprimanded for stealing your underwear. (18+)

⋆ tears – how the 141 would comfort you when you're crying.

⋆ sailor tats – the 141 "rescue" you.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐑

CARMEN CARMY BERZATTO ⋆｡°✩

⋆ deep – carmen goes down on you. (+18)

⋆ v-lines – you show carmen a little appreciation. (+18)

⋆ dance – you and carmen try a some new things. (+18)

⋆ no work, all play – carmen distracts you from work. (+18)

⋆ roommate!carmen – life with carmen berzatto as your roommate. (+18)

⋆ after work – you help carmen after a hard day at the bear. (+18)

⋆ phone one in – carmen calls you with a throbbing dilemma. (+18)

⋆ frankenstein's bride – carmen loves your halloween costume. (+18)

THE BUNNY AND THE BEAR – the life of bunny and her boyfriend bear

⋆ hair - carmen helps bunny with her hair.

⋆ couch - carmen comes home to find bunny on his couch.

⋆ gentleman - carmen shows off his manners.

⋆ FRIENDSHIP ⇁ crying | first kiss | ladder | nickname | first sight

⋆ DATING ⇁ hot girl bunny | how long have they been together? | hand creams | carmen's hot gf | nervous!carmen | bunny and richie | carmen's tattoos | bunny's favorite spot | bunny's tattoos | birthaversary | favorite things | grizzly bear | why the tears? | nurse!carmen | come home pt. 1 | sick!bunny | easter eggs | sidewalk rule | punch | pretty boy | sleepy!bunny | tickets | smoking | hobbyist!bunny | 5 in 1 | short circuit

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐑

FRANCISCO FRANKIE MORALES ⋆｡°✩

⋆ THE STUDY (1) (1.5)– sexologist francisco morales has been given the green light to lead a scientific, seven-week study of the female orgasm and its effect on the body. you have agreed to be his test subject.

𝐗-𝐌𝐄𝐍

LOGAN WOLVERINE HOWLETT ⋆｡°✩

⋆ on his six – logan can't get enough of the xavier's school for the gifted youngesters' newest hire–you. (+18)

⋆ fridays – your fuck buddy makes his weekly visit. (+18)

⋆ busy signal – a phone call interrupts a relaxing logan. (+18)

⋆ rooftops – logan can't live without you. (+18)

OLDER BF!LOGAN ⋆｡°✩

⋆ older bf!logan sees how many times he can make you come

⋆ older bf!logan finds your vibrator

⋆ older bf!logan manhandling you

⋆ going down on (mean) older bf!logan

⋆ older bf!logan squeezing your soft parts

⋆ older bf!logan letting you take the lead

⋆ wearing a sundress around older bf!logan

⋆ older bf!logan being rough with you

⋆ older bf!logan helping you de-stress

⋆ older bf!logan walks in on you touching yourself

⋆ prone bone with older bf!logan

⋆ older bf!logan saying "fuck, i missed you"

⋆ older bf!logan being handsy

⋆ oiled massages with older bf!logan

⋆ older bf!logan fucking you right after a mission

⋆ you and older bf!logan welcome a new family member

⋆ you and older bf!logan have diner with your parents

⋆ "daddy, can you pass me the pepper?"

⋆ you and older bf!logan welcome a new arrival

⋆ older bf!logan is addicted to you

BOUNCER!LOGAN HOWLETT ⋆｡°✩

⋆ you make a deal with bouncer!logan

⋆ you bring bouncer!logan dinner at work

⋆ you clean bouncer!logan up after he fights in your honor.

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒

⋆ slow – you're fiona's best friend. and the reason for lip's headaches. (lip gallagher/shameless; +18)

[polarisbibliotheque]

Hey Polaris, hope this helps as a vent piece:

Anger is one of the main traits of demons. Everyone's anger has manifested outward at least some point yet, one person keeps it under Heavy lock and key, Dante.

One day, the anger manifests in its destructive, gruesome and targeted anger in his Sin Devil Trigger as it manifests when that last patient strand snaps.

So here's the prompt:

As Reader wakes up from a hard hit, once fully back to full consciousness, they witness that destructive rage that Dante kept under lock and key. Nearby, Vergil is protectively standing in front of Reader but something's wrong, his hands quivering as he keeps Yamato out in front of him. The real question now pops into Reader's head, how do you calm to a blazing inferno that's unrestrained and now in full swing?

Dante going on a full Sin Devil Trigger rampage (or, very angry Dante)

Pairing: Dante x Reader

Summary: Vergil wasn't one to fear easily - but one thing he would always dread to see; and that would be Dante losing his humanity.

Trigger Warning: Reader stops breathing and is seemingly dead for a while. Lots of blood, lots of anger, lots of self-loathing on this one (they all need therapy)

Author's Note: Oh boy, this was a conversation I was having with dear Fury: how Dante is 10/10 the scariest when he's mad because he keeps his demon on a leash *cough* Subhuman *cough* and he's the one everyone should fear when going berserk, not Vergil. With all the requests I'm having, currently, Fury decided to leave this suggestion out until I had a little more time to write...

Fast forward a few weeks, I'm having issues with a couple of ~friends~ and, honestly, I haven't been this angry in years. To the point of trembling, laughing like a maniac, and wanting to fistfight the gods. Hence, Fury sent me this vent piece so I could satisfy my wrath in a more ~healthy~ way. Hope you guys like it, though, Dante needs a big ol' hug and someone to openly cry too, not just Vergil.

Again, they all need therapy

Not many things could stir fear in Vergil’s heart.

Mundus’ voice, silently taunting him in the back of his head, the memory of everything he had been through in Hell was one of those things. The other one was his twin’s fury.

It was a rare thing for him to grip Yamato with an unsteady pair of hands, putting a lot of effort and strength for them not to tremble – but the sight of Dante completely lost in his bloodlust was not to be trifled with.

The first time Vergil saw it with his own eyes was in Hell, when he and his brother spent a considerable amount of time to cut down the Qliphoth. Vergil was used to the taunts of demons and Dante was as well… Or at least he should be, at that point in their lives.

But the taunts were many. They had been running through the fields of fire without sleep for a couple of days – in the human world, probably, as time had a different flow in Hell – killing everything in sight; and hearing every kind of putrid taunt they could.

What made Dante snap, though, was a simple implication: that it was Dante’s fault that Vergil fell and got subdued by Mundus, suffering endless nightmares for years to come. A strange glint sparked in Dante’s eyes at that moment. The scream that rumbled in his chest was enough to be heard through many layers of Hell.

It wasn’t Dante’s fault, Vergil knew that very well. He had refused to hold his brother’s hand, there was nothing Dante could have done. It was Vergil’s choice, and his sin only. But… For the first time, he saw how much his brother blamed himself for that. How much Dante had suffered, all those years, alone in the human world.

As above, so below… Dante suffered alongside Vergil all those years.

And all of that because of a stupid, childish decision from Vergil’s part. He observed Dante in shock as that realization came down on him – and as he watched the prized human heart of his twin brother seemingly disappear, giving place to a blind, bloodthirsty demon in full Sin Devil Trigger fashion, killing everything in his path.

Vergil stayed away from the destruction, always keeping an eye on his brother… If he could call him that. Dante – the foolish, laidback, talkative, jack of all trades, witty and quippy brother he knew – seemingly was nowhere to be seen. He was gone, and everything left was his demon, with a never-ending thirst for blood.

Not that Vergil hadn’t had moments like those, but he was always alone. He would always find the end of his rage on the floor, exhausted, weak and cold. And so, he waited for Dante’s wrath to wear off – patiently, observing with a heavy heart, sorrow and guilt.

He didn’t enjoy seeing his brother like that.

That was the reason why, when Nico put to vote who was the scariest when angry, you threw your vote at Dante. You and the rest of the crew, except for the Spardas, decided to have a night out at a local diner, just to wind down and have a bit of fun – that sort of talk was a given when you were together.

“Dante, really?” Lady raised one of her eyebrows, staring at you with nothing but doubt in her multicolored eyes. “He can’t hurt even a fly!” When she said that, though, all of the eyes of the group turned at her in disbelief. “Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been hunting with him for a while. Dante can be a weapon of mass destruction, but he just… He doesn’t have that heart.”

“Hmmm… I think I have to agree with you on that one.” Trish slowly stirred her chocolate milkshake as Lady thanked with a sip of her vanilla one. “Look, I saw him killing Mundus. I saw Dante fighting the greatest and worst of Hell. He can be dangerous, but his human heart doesn’t let him be scary.”

“That is exactly my point.” You were ready to defend your thesis like a lawyer at court.

“Then why the hell would you vote for him as the scariest?” Nico didn’t have a cigarette on her hands because she had been forbidden to smoke inside the diner, but if she had, she would have been pointing at you with it. “Big flamin’ demon got nothin’ on Vergil, that one’s got the eyes of a killer. Got you chillin’ just by lookin’ at you.”

“Vergil doesn’t control his anger that much – I go as far as saying he doesn’t control himself as much as Dante.” And with those words, you won all the shocked looks you could at that evening. You would count that as a feat. “Is Dante a fool of a Tûk, as my dear Gandalf would say? Yes, he is. Is Vergil a walking death omen? Yes, he also is. But, I have talked to him about Dante being angry, and Vergil gave me enough hints to make it very clear Dante doesn’t let all his feelings out – he chooses to pass as a very aloof himbo of a man, but he is far from that. I’ve been his partner for enough time to say I agree with Vergil.”

“You might have a point.” Kyrie took a sip of her strawberry milkshake, as you let a triumphant smile take over your lips. “Dante might be playful, but we all know he has very deep emotions underneath that. It’s just like with Nero and his punk attitude.”

“But instead, he’s a cinnamon bun on the inside.” Nico topped Kyrie’s phrase, provoking some laughs on the group. That was the most accurate description of Nero if you had ever seen one.

“Dante loves his human heart, but he has a certain beef with his demonic one.” You wouldn’t say to the whole group you went as far as to believe he actually loathed his demonic heritage, as that was something too personal, but you had a hunch they all had some suspicions of that deep inside. “He keeps it in check, hidden, tamed. He lashes out when it’s a good time to do so – when fighting demons.” As you started getting some hums of agreement, you sneakily took Trish’s milkshake. “We have never seen Dante actually angry. And I don’t think we ever will.”

“Oh, now you’re makin’ it difficult.” Nico had to ponder those words, even if she couldn’t really see Dante being as dangerous as you said.

“Eh, not for me. I’m still going with Vergil.” Lady shrugged, firm on her opinion as always.

You took a little longer to get to the final vote – discussing what you had just said, as Trish called you out for stealing her milkshake and having it back, only to share it with you – but the answer was almost unanimous: the scariest one on a fit of wrath was Vergil.

Almost, because you kept adamant in voting on your red devil.

Vergil never came to know about all of that, but if he did, he would have agreed with you – not publicly, as he would hold his new title with pride, always content on inspiring fear as a way to keep himself and his loved ones protected. He would, however, agree with you privately, remembering Dante’s display of wrath in Hell.

That was the reason why his hands trembled on Yamato during your latest hunt together – the one where everything went wrong.

If only you would wake up. Maybe he could save Dante’s soul.

It all happened so fast, Vergil didn’t even see how things ended the way they were at the moment. On one second you were fighting by their side, on the other, you were tossed on the floor, soaked in your own blood, chest immobile. Not breathing.

“Y/n! No, y/n!” It was the very first time Vergil saw Dante dropping everything to run towards you. His brother let go of his sword, ignored all demons around and ran as if you were the only being in that godforsaken place. Vergil had to put himself between him and the demons, keeping them at bay as Dante quickly made his way to you. “Y/n! C’mon, babe! Y/n!”

Dante’s knees hit the floor with a loud thud as he dropped all his weight by your side – not feeling anything at the moment, but it would certainly leave a couple of horrid bruises. As his sky-blue eyes met that harrowing sight, desolation filled his face; Dante forgot how to breath for a split second, barely feeling his very own hands, legs tingling as his body seemed to sink in the ground even further.

Vergil stated the very same thing his brother did – and he never thought he could feel that way with the thought of losing you; but there was Vergil, with numbness on his fingers and a sickness in his stomach. You were the little light that Dante had found in his life, one of the only good things that had happened to him during all his damned years of living. Vergil knew how important you were, how only you could make Dante smile with a sincerity he only had seen when they were kids. What would be of his brother – his foolish, stupid, beloved brother – if he lost you to demons as well…?

The answer would come very soon, but not without a fight from Dante’s side.

“C’mon, y/n, open your eyes…!” Dante’s voice trembled, in a way Vergil had never listened to before. He watched as his twin brother desperately tried to bring you back, heavy hands massaging your chest, followed by breathing inside your mouth, and repeating once more. “C’mon, babe… Don’t leave me here…!” Those words were a whisper as he trembled trying to make your heart beat again, giving his breath to you once more so you could also breathe.

The realization washed Dante’s body as a cold wave, as he slowly felt he wasn’t in his body anymore – his body feeling your weight on his hands, but his soul completely out. Maybe flying away to meet yours wherever you were.

But then, a twisted symphony of distorted cackles and mockery ripped through his ears – the realization also came to the demons, and now they gloated with their first victory. Not only that, but humiliated the son of Sparda for losing his own beloved just like his father had lost Eva.

Vergil was ready to unsheathe Yamato and unleash all his fury to cut those demons in million pieces for that lack of respect – and to allow his brother to mourn properly. He himself had to mourn: you were too precious at the Devil May Cry for Vergil not to feel your loss.

But he wouldn’t need that. A deep growl grabbed the Dark Slayer’s attention, making him immediately turn to his brother. Dante got up from the floor with nothing but rage in his eyes bleeding tears, bare teeth as his demonic heritage boiled to rip through his skin and unleash all its fury on his enemies.

If only Dante had waited a single second, he would have realized what Vergil did. He would have heard a faint heartbeat – trembling, but fighting to survive. He would have seen your broken body trying to breath underneath the blood.

Dante killed the first demons with their own weapons, running towards his sword with a scream that only grew in strength. Vergil kneeled by your side, checking your pulse on your neck, staining his hands with your blood but stating what made his heart beat faster: you weren’t lost. Dante had to know.

The floor rumbled. As Vergil turned his attention towards Dante, he immediately turned back to you to protect you with his body. Dante’s scream thundered through the floor, as if it came from the deepest pits of Hell itself – and a thousand degrees exploded in sparks and molten lava as his Sin Devil Trigger took the place of the man who stood there before.

Vergil was used to the flames of Hell, they would not hurt him. But he wasn’t used to the wrath of his brother – and that might be something none of you would be able to recover. Vergil could take the heat of the explosion that took down many demons in its wake, but your human body couldn’t – and that was the reason why he had to do everything in his power to protect you.

Those silvery eyes turned back at Dante, still keeping a protective arm above you. Usually predatorial, now Vergil had nothing but worry in his gaze, watching with desolation as his brother became the bloodthirsty ruthless demon he never was.

In that state, Dante could make mistakes. He could hit you without even realizing. A misplaced use of his power, a wrong swing of his blade, another explosion of million degrees into hellish flames… Vergil could survive, not you. And, if Dante, who hadn’t realized yet you weren’t lost as he thought you were, ended up being the real reason of your demise…

Vergil didn’t even want to think what would happen.

For all he could see at that moment was a demon fiercely fighting other demons – or, better yet, easily subduing and mercilessly slaughtering all of them. And that was something that was so intrinsic to Dante’s heart: his mercy. Having Dante without his mercy, his kindness, his gentleness, his love, was the same as not having him at all… That was the source of his power, like rage was the source of Vergil’s power.

Watching his brother lost in wrath was heart wrenching, but knowing it could get even worse if he was to completely lose his soul was even more harrowing. Dante’s eyes bled his pain, even in that form, as he soaked his whole self in the viscous blood of his enemies – a monster beyond salvation, a creature without a soul, a lover without a heart. A man with his fragile hope crashed into pieces, abandoning everything that made him who he was, to allow himself to find some comfort through burning his own wrath.

For the first time, it downed on Vergil his brother might not come back. If he lost you, if Dante fatally wounded you, Vergil would never have him again – for Dante would lose the very last brink of humanity inside of him; a brink that Vergil couldn’t even see at that moment and didn’t even know if it was still there. Dante’s eyes were red, his growls distorted and animalistic, his power… Greater than Mundus, greater than even Sparda.

If Dante approached, Vergil would have to fight him. His brother wasn’t in a leveled state of mind to see logic – and he could hurt you, even if Dante would never do that. With all that blind wrath, though, Vergil didn’t even know if his brother would answer if he called.

Holding Yamato with a stronger grip than usual, Vergil stood in front of your body, guarding you from whatever harm that could come your way – be it in demon form… Or in his own twin brother form.

The cold hand of fear, though, slowly crept into his heart and held it on its stark clutches. Yes, Vergil spent his whole life sparring with that fool he had to call his brother – hearing Dante’s taunts and impossible physics, as if he didn’t even make an effort to make Vergil look like a complete buffoon during the fight, no matter how much technique and skill he had – but never Vergil imagined not having that.

Having Dante was a given. Fighting him was a given. Bantering, arguing, sparring, behaving like the bickering old set of twin brothers that they were. Vergil could say he wanted to defeat Dante, but he never wanted to get rid of him. What would his life be without his stupid brother?

Empty. Silent. Cold. Devoid of color.

Dante couldn’t go. And, most of all, he couldn’t go by Vergil’s hands. But if he was too much of a lose canon, if he was too far gone in his demonic frenzy, Vergil would have to put a stop to it…

Like Dante did with him as Nelo Angelo so many years before.

Vergil had to hold the cry that seemed to want to force its way out of his throat – holding back the tears that now glistened in his eyes. He was the most foolish of all… He was responsible for putting Dante on the same situation he found himself in at the moment – and just now he understood how harrowing, how painful and how much of a hell Dante had to go through.

Alone. Just like Vergil was alone in Hell – as above so below, the twins mirroring each other’s fates, on their realms and heritage of preference.

They weren’t so different after all.

As you started to hear the chaos around you once again, your head was spinning viciously and the pain that spread inside your lungs made you think you were going to explode. With an almost inaudible moan, you felt tears streaming down your eyes as you tried to open them, seemingly inhaling blood and pain every time you tried to breathe. You could feel you were covered in something wet and sometimes sticky, but it took some time for you to raise a trembling hand in front of your barely focusing eyes to realize it was blood.

Were you dead…? What had happened…? You could barely remember. You didn’t even know what hit you: suddenly everything turned black and now you were feeling like a bulldozer went over your body and somehow you managed to survive. Perhaps you didn’t, but if you were dead, you wouldn’t be feeling that much pain… At least, that was what people always said that happened after departing from the human world.

Plus, you could still hear the demons – but now, screaming in fear and trying to run away from something that was growling in such an inhuman tone, you wondered if you guys had accidentally summoned something bigger. By the noise, it had to be. The likes of Mundus and the other Kings of Hell – Vergil being the smallest of them, but still as deadly.

Perhaps it was Vergil…? To be fair, though, he never went all out without a really good reason. Maybe he thought you were dead? He appreciated you as much as a brother would appreciate his twin’s partner, but you didn’t expect him to have such a visceral reaction to your death; Unless…

You widened your eyes as your whole body seemed to be washed by a cold wave followed by a lightening that made you tingle from head to toes. Your heart sunk in your chest and the painful breaths you tried before were all but gone. Vergil would have a visceral reaction if he lost his brother. And that, you couldn’t even fathom: life without Dante didn’t exist… Or, at least, it would be something you wouldn’t want to go through.

You forced your body up, slowly turning to one side and barely using your arm to keep your weight as you tried to see what was going on. You had to find him, you had to find Dante. You would crawl to his body, you would shake him around as you could, you would give him your breath, you would give him your soul – but you would try everything to bring him back. You would hold him as tight as you could, you would cry over him, and there wouldn’t be a living or dead thing in this world that would be able to part you from him.

You widened your eyes once more when you saw Vergil keeping your body as a guardian warrior and the source of the chaos and destruction was your beloved red devil – lost in a frenzy, dripping with blood, eyes melting like lava and nothing of human in them.

You had never seen Dante like that.

“Verge…” You tried to cough the word out, but it was nothing more than a dying whisper. You couldn’t see how the blue devil furrowed his brows, thinking he might be hearing things – until you allowed a harsher breath to hurt your lungs so you could try to raise your trembling voice higher. “Vergil…!”

He turned his head enough to see you in the corner of his eyes – doing his best to still keep Dante in his sight. A wave of euphoria washed through Vergil’s body as his hands seemed to get steadier around Yamato: he was right, you were alive. As the fighter you were, the survivor you were… You were breathing and doing your best to get back on your feet again.

“Y/n…” But he couldn’t even talk: the floor rumbled again and Vergil knew what was coming. You placed your hands on the ground, widening your eyes and furrowing your brows, having never felt that before.

For a split second, you caught a glimpse of what was going on: Dante harnessing his power, ready to explode. You had never saw that. You had never saw his eyes devoid of his humanity. You had never seen your Dante as a complete demon like it was happening at that moment.

And, something that you had never been conscious to witness, Vergil threw himself over you to protect your body from his brother’s wrath. You had to cower behind his frame, gripping Vergil’s coat lapel for dear life, but still feeling the burning of a thousand degrees engulf you.

The blue devil didn’t even waver – but both of you had something in your eyes… The dread of the harrowing knowledge that that was Dante. All that destruction, that chaos, that blood… It was all Dante.

You were right, after all. His rage was the scariest to see.

“I need t-…” Your voice was raspy, having to stop mid phrase to cough some more blood that needed to come out of your lungs. “I need to talk to him.” You tried to take a deep breath, but once again it just stopped with a harsh sting on your chest. “He needs to know I’m alive.”

“Hmmm.” Vergil agreed with his head, but you knew he was still pondering what you had said. He helped you up on your feet – doing more of the work than you, easily lifting your body with his strength. “Dante isn’t himself at the moment…” Again, Vergil stood in front of you like a guardian, gripping the Yamato with both hands as soon as he saw you could stand by yourself. If you faltered, though, he was quick enough to hold you. “You must keep that in mind.”

“I know… And I am scared.” You answered in a whisper, looking over Vergil’s shoulder only to see Dante mercilessly slaughtering the last unlucky demons. “But it’s still Dante.”

Vergil didn’t know what to do, if he was being honest with himself. He could have held you back and kept you safe, as his demonic side told him to do, but something inside told him he should let you do what you had to do. Those silvery eyes watched as you bravely walked in haste towards danger; towards hell and doom, ready to embrace it… And willing to make it stop.

“Dante! Dante, love!” You kept calling, but, as Vergil feared before, his brother didn’t respond. He was too far gone, too lost in Hell to come back that easily. Vergil followed your steps slowly, lingering like a shadow behind you… Ready to do whatever he needed to do if Dante’s demon didn’t even recognize you in that blind rage. “Dante! You can stop now… Dante!”

With all the filthy bloody corpses piling up on the floor, that flaming red-hot demonic figure slowly turned its head towards you. Covered in blood, sword dripping with red, molten lava eyes raining all its hollow pain. Expressionless, as he always was on his Sin Devil Trigger, made of fire and coal, hate and rage.

Did he recognize you…? Did he understand what was going on…? Vergil’s grip on Yamato got stronger, ready to unleash a blow on his brother in order to protect you. What you were doing was a gamble – and one with not so nice odds to you. There was a reason why Vergil let Dante’s anger wear out when they were in Hell: he knew there was a good chance Dante wouldn’t even recognize him at the height of his wrath, just like it happened with Vergil on those situations. So, to say the moment at hand was dangerous was a serious understatement.

But humans would always be fascinating, wouldn’t they…? At least, that was what Vergil thought. That towering demon with a flaming chest and leathery wings turned towards you, carrying his huge sword dripping with demonic blood, doing nothing but heavy breathing – and you decided to fearlessly walk towards it.

Humans.

Vergil kept his distance, watching it all unfolding with a weary heart and a trigger hand at ready to fight his brother – to death, if he unfortunately needed to – in order to protect you. He couldn’t have the certainty you had, as your steps kept going in Dante’s direction.

Your legs were shaking, your knees were trembling, but… It was your lover. It was Dante. No matter how much he was lost into his frenzy and wrath, you had to believe his heart would remember you. His soul. It all happened because he thought he had lost you, he had to come back upon knowing you were alright.

It didn’t matter how horrid his wrath looked like, you knew he was in there somewhere.

“Dante… It’s me, I’m alright…” Your voice was still a whisper, unable to speak too loud, but also trying to soothe the anger in his heart. You hesitantly reached out to him, making a growl rumble inside his chest and your steps stop for a while – with Vergil half-unsheathing his sword, ready to fight. “Love…” You called again, breathing as deeply as you could, resuming your walking and extending your hand towards him. “My Dante…”

You were finally at arm’s reach. Vergil held his breath, eyebrows furrowed, silvery predator eyes fixated on what was supposed to be his brother. You raised your hand higher, resting it on Dante’s face.

His Sin Devil Trigger form was nothing but rough. His skin seemed like hard leather and rocky coal, burning so hot it could almost hurt your hand. You wouldn’t back down though: compared to him, you were soft and cold, too fragile and breakable; but you wouldn’t leave. You caressed his rough face, fingers feeling the sharp teeth, the spiky crevices, the unwelcoming features of a face made in Hell.

You felt, though, an unlikely moisture reaching your fingers: a droplet, running from those fiery, empty eyes – those inhuman eyes. You looked at it running through your fingers to the back of your hand, looking back into those frightening eyes that had nothing of a soul in them…

But he was there, wasn’t he? It was him, a part of him that Dante always fought so relentlessly to keep hidden, to keep on a tight leash in the deepest corner of his self. You could see Dante in those eyes – and, as soon as that realization washed through the demon’s body, his head leaned into your hand.

With a flaming spark, the red devil was gone and you had the man back: tired, desolated, falling apart. Dante still leaned his head into your hand – now with soft skin, smooth lips, closed eyes and flowy white hair – almost like an animal that had never been touched with kindness in a whole lifetime. As he opened his eyes, you could see the redness of his tears crowning those sky-blue tones you always loved so much… And there was nothing but fragile vulnerable humanity in them.

“Hi, cowboy…” You whispered with a shadow of a smile on your lips, while your very eyes poured tears – you didn’t know what kind of tears, though, if of happiness, sadness, desperation, pity or love. Maybe all of them at the same time: it was inherently human to feel more than words could describe. You caressed his face as Dante himself started to pour all of his feelings out – this time, not in a fit of rage. “I’m glad you’re back.”

“I thought I lost you.” His coarse voice came through as if Dante had been weeks without speaking and his very own vocal cords were barely working. You didn’t doubt his body would be in pain after all he had been through during… That. “I thought… You were gone. I’d never see you again, you were… Like… Like…” Dante closed his eyes again, head hanging low. He could barely breathe as the words fought to get out of his chest and stop suffocating him. His tears hitting the floor while you took his hair out of the way so you could see his face – there was nothing but pain; a pain that hadn’t been healed since he was a child. “Like everyone in my damned fuckin’ life; those things… I thought they had extinguished… Your light, like everyone… Like everyone eventually does… By my side…”

That was rare. Very rare. Dante was very honest with his feelings and usually didn’t hide anything from you, but not to that point – the point where he would honestly and openly say how much he thought he was the thing that doomed everyone else who decided to live with him or be friends with him. That loathing he had inside his heart, that he hid so carefully, it wasn’t something he would say out loud – it was something you knew because you always understood him so well.

You let go of his hair and locked your arms around his large frame, resting your head on his chest – you could hear his heart beating, his human heart. Dante hesitated for the very first time in his life, keeping his arms by your side for a split second, his teary eyes shocked with your reaction.

After all, you had just seen his absolute worst. All the things he always smothered so much inside himself, keeping them on check, always so controlled. You had seen it in all its spiteful and horrid glory – and your reaction was to embrace him instead of running away. Dante expected you to run, it would honestly be the logic and most human thing to do after seeing all of that.

But you walked towards him with your heart beating in fear, touching his face to grab him out of the pit of wrath he was buried into, holding him tightly in your arms as he broke down in all his anger, misery, trauma and self-loathing.

It lasted a split of a second indeed – for soon Dante’s strong arms were wrapped around your fragile body, keeping you close and safe from harm… As well as having his face buried on your neck, crying all that smothered pain inside of his heart out. Your bodies were too exhausted to keep standing for too long – so when your knees wavered, Dante did the same and you kneeled on the floor, never letting go of each other; Dante holding you as tight as he could, promising himself he would never let go.

Vergil could finally put Yamato to rest. When they were in Hell, he allowed his brother’s rage to wear off while observing from afar. This time, he could do the same: guarding you and quietly keeping you both safe and sound.

A sad ghost of a smile graced the Dark Slayer’s lips as he calmly observed you. Maybe his brother was right after all, and he could only wish someday he would be as strong as Dante to carry such power.

A human heart.

[duusheen]

Welcome to Mourningvale, Hope Pollock

[s0fter-sin]

You are so real for your tags on the Nikpriceghost. JFC. Excuse the shriek of chair legs as I pull a seat up at that buffet table. Need me 30k slow burn poly omegaverse of Simon thinking he's just a bit of fun to them, and it's all good because it is bloody fun, innit? But really they're both very fuckin' in love with him, and trying to communicate that in a way it can't be miscommunicated is hard. So hold him while his mind melts out his ears is where they've got to. They're workin' on the words. (Need me* I'm trying, I'm writing, I'm chewing the skirting boards, writing some more.)

i’m shrieking right along with the chair this is t a s t y

simon seeing price and nik and immediately seeing how perfect they are for each other; it’s right there in their scent and how perfectly they meld together- they smell like a dream. they support each other in a way he’s only seen in relationships from movies. they’re even an alpha/omega pair but they’re not held back by traditionalist prejudice. they compliment and complete each other so fully it’s a wonder they’ve let him into their nest all

simon with his traumatised scent, letting everyone who comes near him know just how damaged he is (as if looking at him wouldn’t give it away). simon the alpha who craves an omega’s orders; who longs to submit to an alpha

simon who wishes the sweet words they whisper to him were real

wishes their scenting would extend outside the nest, that they didn’t make him wash them it off afterwards. (they just want to give him aftercare, something he’s never been offered.) that the hickeys and sweet bites left oh so gently would drift that much closer to his mating gland. (he never got the proper schooling, was never taught that marks left near a mating gland were an offer as much as a question.) that they wouldn’t see him as just some pup hauled in from the rain when they press him tight between their chests

(he is their pup and they have taken him in. they just don’t know what they’re doing wrong that he won’t stay.)

imagining the first time simon was brought into their nest was the first time he’s been in any nest and it’s bc he’s so disregulated that he’s having a breakdown; maybe gaz or soap got hurt under his watch and his inner alpha can’t handle having failed them so spectacularly and nothing they say, no platitude or reassurance, can reach him

so price does what any pack leading omega would do

he scruffs simon, waits for his eyelids to droop and knees to go weak, and drags him into his nest; pushing him into the deepest well of it with the highest buildup of safe-sleep-pack-happy scent until simon’s inner alpha calms itself enough that he falls into a stress induced sleep

price watches over him the entire time, vigilant against any threat both internal and external, and it’s in his diligence that he notices how perfectly simon’s scent blends with his and nik’s; notices how happy his omega is at having the alpha in his nest

and how much he wants to keep him there

(simon wakes up disoriented; more than a little worried about nik’s reaction to another alpha in his mate’s nest and is quick to leave the second price lets him. he misses the quiet rumble of contentment nik gives when he smells their combined scent, when he hears how long simon slept and the safety he must’ve felt with price. he misses the conversation about how right it felt and the agreement that he should stay there)

[siddyyyyyyyy]

Chef!Simon 'Ghost' Riley ‖ part 2

⟨part one⟩

You‘ve noticed the way your headchef seemed to put you into tasks and works that keep you away from the actual kitchen. It‘s as if he doesn‘t want you around and cooking like you always did.

It doesn‘t make sense. You didn‘t feel anything drastically change over the span of two days. And it wasn‘t like you didn‘t try to talk to him, or find a quiet moment to sneak up to him… In fact, you have tried.

It was common knowledge that you should never sneak up on Simon from behind. But you were getting slightly frustrated, and the fact that he avoided you during lunch break, was enough to make you more wary of the situation. You clear your throat as you startle him.

»Delivery is taken. Can I cook finally again?«

Simon is briefly taken aback, putting the box of potatoes away with careful precision.

»Did you check through them? Gotta make sure everything‘s actually fresh.«

You never had to do that before. Sure, you saw him always checking the product before preparing and using the, and you are sure Simon trusts the delivery-man enough to not check on everything right after deceiving it. Still, discussing or arguing was never your strong suit, so you simply nod and leave the storage room to ‘check through everything‘.

Unfortunately, the rest of your day was spent working away from the kitche. It got to a point, where you started to stare holes into the wall and started thinking. Not overthinking… just thinking.

What if we got a new rookie and he makes me work on other small stuff, to let them settle in? Are you seriously this threatening that Simon felt the need to push you away? Or are you just that good? No, no self-praising. You are brooding.

It‘s not like this feels like a sort of punishment either. He always does the exact same thing to Soap when he messes around too much. So, why is he making you do this stuff? Does he suddenly doubt your skills? Or is he just upset and takes it out on his coworkers again?

No matter what you do, he still can‘t bring it over himself to stop staring at you.

»Ye have heart-eyes when you look at ‘er, makes me sick.«

»No, I don‘t.« Simon shoots back at Johnny, who was simply stating a fact in his eyes. Simon resumes to cut the large salmon into proportional slices, getting the larger pincers to get the thin bones out of the spine of the fish out. Johnny tries again, pushing his luck once more.

»Jus‘ let her cook again… or will ye get too distracted and burn another steak?« He grins, moving closer to nudge his shoulder, but quickly decides against it once Simon picks up his large knife he used to cut the salmon.

»Say again?« Simon tilts his head towards his colleague and best friend, making sure the light reflects off the blade of the knife dangerously.

»I said, are you gonna burn another steak because of your—«

Johnny can‘t even finish repeating his sentence before Simon slams the knife into his work-counter, the loud sound making the other staff around the kitchen area freeze for a moment. Simon‘s eye twitches and gives Johnny one last warning glare, before resuming his preparations on the fish.

Johnny keeps a safe distance between him and Simon, making sure he isn‘t forced into cleaning duty again. Simon, on the other hand, keeps his focus enitrely on the food and guests, doing his best not to think back to you. Luckily Velvet isn‘t here to talk nonsense with him, he knows the elderly lady will take any opportunity to tease the usually brooding chef.

It‘s just his mood acting up for no reason and this ‘crush‘ will soon go away… right? It‘s definitely just temporary.

You are not surprised to get tasked into helping the servers with the decorations around the restaurant, happy to help, but also irritated. Simon is still distancing you from the kitchen and it starts to get on your nerves instead of worrying you.

Gladly, your shirt has just started and the staff is just now filing in, creating a rather lazy atmosphere around since nothing much is happening at the moment. The front door kicks open, the soft spring air flowing in as Johnny walks in, a faint smile laying on his lips already. He spots you standing at the large window, stretching up to adjust the heavy curtains, and dust them off with a feather duster. You focus on your task, not giving him much mind as he approaches you. A low whistle escapes him, his eyes raking over your form subtly.

»Mornin‘ bonnie. Watcha doing? Need help?«

You roll your eyes at his questions, stepping off the curtains to face him.

»Just dusting this off, because someone won‘t let me in the kitchen.«

»Ahh,« Johnny tilts his head back before taking his jacket off, glancing towards the kitchen area. It‘s an open space, giving the guest‘s the opportunity to glance inside. It‘s great for curious or bored kids, keeping them entertained while they wait for food.

»He‘s still on tha‘? Yeah, I don‘t get it either.« He shakes his head in a disappointed fashion, keeping his eyes on you. He‘s confident that Simon will— or is already watching their interaction from the kitchen.

»Can you maybe talk to him? I tried, but… the place was busy and he ran off to take orders.«

Johnny scoffs lightly as you tell him about your last attempt to talk to Simon. The man before you sighs out, resting his hand on his hip.

»It‘s impossible with him, I tried to talk sense into his thick head, but he just threatens to skin me alive… « You finally perk up at his words, keeping your voice in a hushed and quiet level.

»Did you? What did he say?«

Johnny watches your immediate reaction, the way you pay your full attention on him and only care about the part where he talked to Simon. It‘s a clear sign for him, but he will provide you with some answers first, while playing match-maker.

»Simon? Oh, well… first, he made me shut up real quick about you— which already is unusual, huh? So, I asked myself,« he taps his chin to make it clear that he was really thinking for once, »why would he do that?«

Johnny raises an eyebrow, pausing dramatically in hopes you would think about it too and put two and two together.

»Probably because—«

»Soap! Get your arse in here. Start working.« Simon peeks out the kitchen area, arms crossed tightly over his chest, the buttons of his working-shirt threatening to snap. Johnny almost flinches but gives you a cheeky smile before he walks off into the kitchen area, giving you a wave.

You are left with no answers, despite having talked to the biggest snitch on earth. Sighing out, you try to focus back on the task, helping around the other staff with the decorations.

◖

Simon tries his hardest not to listen on the conversation they both have outside the kitchen, but when he catches on Johnnys almost exposing him, he can‘t help but intervene.

Once Johnny enters, he expects to have something flying his way and keeps his jacket protectively in front of his face, carefully entering the area with slow steps. After a few seconds of not getting hurt, he pulls his jacket down, just enough to be able to look at the headchef. It‘s a surprise nothing was thrown across the room yet.

»Ye wanna know what she said t‘ me?« A smirk draws across his face, making Simon groan inwardly. He gives a short huff instead, busying himself with some preparations for the day, not denying his offer.

Johnny sees it as a good sign, probably even progress as he moves more freely around the kitchen, speaking up again.

»Okay, I gotta be honest, she‘s totally into you. The way she looks when I talk about ye? I think it‘s time to make a move, mate.«

Simon grunts again, not entirely convinced, but also lets his thoughts drift a little while he‘s at it. If it‘s true what his best friend said, then he should definitely make a move. Maybe even be more direct about it.

If he only knew how.

With quick steps, he reaches Johnny, making him flinch as he grabs onto his shoulders, looking like he is seriously distressed for once in his life.

»Johnny, I need your help.«

◖

You came into work earlier than usual, getting dressed into your uniform before walking into the kitchen area. Simon enters as well, acting as stoic as usual. He gives you a brief nod, not saying much other than that. You narrow your eyes at him but don‘t comment on anything yet, wanting to work in the kitchen today. Surprisingly enough, you get to work like you did all these years before, taking orders from the servers and just doing your job like you always do.

When it‘s about closing time, the staff make sure to clean up the place and say goodbye to the last guests. The same happens in the kitchen as you clean the stove and the around your general working area, humming lightly to yourself. This day went by smoothly, although you didn‘t talk much to Simon like you usually do. You didn‘t have a break for light gossip, but it‘s progress.

»Wanna taste-test for me?« Simon creeps up behind you, a new kind of cupcake in his hands. It‘s looks a bit more experimental but appetising, tilting your head lightly at it.

»Sure. But my hands are dirty,« You answer back, already glancing to the sink, so you can wash your hands. Simon grows nervous, speaking up before you can step towards the sink.

»I‘ll feed you, it‘s fine.«

You pause at his suggestion, looking back up into his eyes. There‘s a faint blush creeping on to the tips of his ears, but he remains neutral, keeping the cupcake in his hands. Finally, after a brief existential crises, you open your mouth, letting him feed you.

It‘s a good thing the kitchen is empty for the time-being, or else you would be an embarrassed mess right now. He keeps his hand as steady as possible, not letting his body language expose his growing nervounsess. Simon watches as you take a bite out of the sweet baked good, before he pulls away, wiping off the bit of cream that was left in the corner of you mouth.

You focus your entire body to remain still and neutral as well, chewing on the bite you just took. Your eyes focus on his arms, refusing to look up at him yet. He patiently awaits your answer, keeping his eyes intently on you, unable to look away for some annoying reason.

After a few moments, you nod your head, finally glancing up at him.

»It‘s good. Really sweet.«

»Not too sweet?«

»No.«

Simon accepts your answer and walks off again, turning back to his duties. You also return to your own task, keeping your legs steady since they feel increasingly more weak after this interaction.

The next morning is pretty much the same, you get to work early and start the beginning of the shift with Simon by your side. It seems like he is back at his usual self and you feel more than grateful about it.

You are currently preparing a bigger dish for a costumer, the kitchen area being more hectic than usual. It‘s rush hour and you simply work by yourself, not minding anyone else. As you fry the vegetables in a pan, you feel a warm hand brush against your smaller back, glancing behind your shoulder just to see Simon walking by, squeezing between you and the few coworkers that have to walk by at the same time.

»Sorry, sweetheart,« he mutters out, leaning down to you briefly before returning to his usual spot, his broad back turned to you.

You stay in your stare before finally being pulled back into reality by the angry sizzling of the vegetables.

Occasions like these tend to happen more often, your shared lunch breaks fall back into rhythm and you find yourself being more giddy than usual whenever you think about work. It‘s not like everyone else around you make it better, Johnny tends to give you knowing looks between Simon and you, asking “So, you had your first kiss yet?“, just to see you fumble and react with light embarrassment. Of course he makes sure to give Simon thorough analyses of your current mood, which usually ends up with assigning Johnny with another cleaning duty, for the rest of the week.

After doing the closing shift, you make your way to the changing rooms, before a familiar, deep voice makes you pause.

»Should I ride you home? Since it‘s dark and… such.«

He watches you reaction, noticing your brief surprise. He never offered it you before, but now he feels like it‘s the best way to get closer and actually spend some time outside of work. Finally, with a nod and few more nods, you both change back into casual clothes in seperate changing rooms.

He already waits outside for you, leaned up against his motorcycle. Simons straightens up upon seeing you get out of the building, shifting the extrta helmet in his hands. He is geared up already, helmet on and leather jacket on, which makes him look even more broad than he already is. God knows why he needs so many muscles.

»Take this on.«

You watch him step closer, handing you over the extra helmet. It‘s got some scratches on the side, being black and shiny under the street lamps. After a brief inspections, you put it on, letting your arms fall to your sides as he steps closer.

»Jus‘ gonna make sure it‘s tight,« Simon mutters as he reaches out, carefully adjusting the helmet, his fingers occasionally brushing against your neck. Once he is fully satisfied with your safty, he nods towards the bike.

Like the gentleman he is, he helps you hop on the bike behind him. An awkward tension grows between the two of you before you finally wrap your arms around his torso, interlocking your fingers together on the front. He glances down briefly before nudging off the kickstand and starts to drive off the parking lot. Your grip grows tighter around him once he gets on the street, making you want to hold on tighter since he starts to speed up.

The cool evening air hits you properly, but you manage to stay rather warm behind him, having his back pressed against you. Simon makes sure to drive carefully with you on the bike, not wanting to scare you off or to get too distracted. He notices your grip growing tighter, making his brows pinch together in thought.

His hand moves off one handle, gently patting his hand over your own before placing it back on thte steering handle. You feel the brief touch, laying your helmet against his back in return.

You get home a little faster than you usually do, thanks to his few short-cuts. Getting off his bike, he helps you once more by holding your hand, although he remains seated on the bike. For a moment, you don‘t know what to do, until you take the helmet off your head, having almost forgotten you had it on. He watches you ruffle your hair to make it less matt, his eyes intently focused on the way the faint moon light looks on you.

Eventually, he puts his visor up, revealing his brown eyes. He looks uncharacteristically soft like this, head tilted lightly as he stays seated on his bike, leaned forward on it a bit.

»Thanks for the ride.«

»Anytime.« He mumbles back, reluctant to leave. You find yourself staying in front of him, not making any move to leave yet. Finally, once his brain catches up, he straightens up and gets his helmet back, tugging on your wrist to have you stand closer. But once he has you standing closer, he has no idea what to do, hand staying on your wrist before abruptly letting go, mentally slapping himself for the awkward gesture.

But luckily you fill break the silence, pointing towards the extra helmet in his other hand.

»Is that your old helmet?«

He nods, eventually being able to pull himself together and look back up at you.

»Yeah, got it out just for you.«

You smile at his words, heart melting briefly at the new information.

The evening ends on a peaceful note, watching him drive off before you enter your apartment and getting ready to sleep. You fall asleep, replaying the ride in your head, the way he gave you some reassurance with a light touch on your hands before dropping you off and telling you more sweet words.

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a/n: Here is part two since a lot of you wanted more!! and i'm also thankful for everyone who voted at the poll, i was happy i could write a proper drabble about it. Also, sorry for not including Ghost's sleeves being pulled up to reveal his tattoo and muscles, but i'm sure i will do that in the next part! (divider @vesearartistry). If you want to be part of the taglist, just like the post or leave a comment, so I know in what fandom you want to be tagged in!

[artisticprocrastionator]

Cooking up something colorful! What could it be?

Same but without the shadows/lighting

[swordlunge-wav]

He asked for it...

[daily-out-of-context-twst]

[duskier]

Cannot stop thinking abt ghost and his breeder balls and it’s your fault (said w love 💕)

Literally thinking about denying Ghost an orgasm for so long just because he's so strong and domineering but he's sooo much more obedient, you wanna see how long he will choose to be good and listen to you when you tell him he can't cum! He ends up with a painful erection and heavy balls every day over and over because he's so good for you and you are so mean :((

When he's fucking you, sure he could ignore your commands for him to stop, keep snapping his hips up into you the way you like until he's finally got the release he's craving... but he won't. Ghost is built for breeding- from his fat cock to his big barrell shaped body. He watches how your eyes sparkle with mischief with your order, his body going entirely rigid mid-thrust.

"I'm done," you say. "That's all, go clean yourself up, Si."

It's torture, and he has to clench his teeth to hold back a genuine sob of frustration as he pulls out of you. Another night of having to wait for his sensitive cock to go soft before he can even pull his boxers back on. (He loves you wielding the control over him that he's freely given you- despite his desire to cum, the feeling of coming down with his head in your lap makes it all better... until the next night. You keep him in denial until a small breeze threatens to finish him off- then you finally let him cum like he's made for.)