#ghost x gnreader

[teddy-bear-baby]

Their Deadly Flower - Five

Pairings: Ghost X GN!Reader, König X GN!Reader 

Warnings: Mentions of violence

A/N: I’m so sorry this is so late. I have the memory of goldfish I swear. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter.

Prolog - Chapt. 1 - Chapt. 2 - Chapt. 3 - Chapt. 4 - Here - Chapt. 6

      “I refuse to just leave Iris behind.” Ghost's voice is loud and authoritative, nearly yelling at Price.

     “Consider it an order then. There’s nothing we can do to help now.” Price’s face is a cross between hurt and anger as his usually calm and cool demeanor slips.

     Soap’s voice is weak and broken. “Please, not again.” He makes no attempt to hide his devastation as he pleads with Price.

     It was no one’s fault and they all knew that. Not 141 nor KorTac. The mission hadn’t gone as planned. They had been caught off guard on what was meant to be a stealth mission. The building went on high alert. Everyone inside scrambled about readying themselves for battle. The order was given to take out the power and disorient the enemy to give themselves the upper hand. And so they did. It was a solid plan and all was going well until they were separated by oncoming forces.

    Ghost and Soap had watched it happen from a room across the hall. In the midst of a tussle, Iris’ helmet and NVGs had been knocked off. The fight that ensued was over quickly with Iris standing over the opposition’s lifeless body. Before they could reach Iris, they were swept into combat once again. When they finished with the onslaught of enemies, Iris was gone. They looked for a while before Price told them it was time to get out. The enemy had backup on the way and they needed to vacate the premises. They’d waited and watched from a hill a ways away. All of them with binoculars pressed to their faces. They watched as the backup troops entered the building.

     Everyone’s hearts dropped when they heard shots ring out a few moments later. None of them said a word or moved. They held their breath for what felt like hours before Price finally spoke.

     “König, sniper.” He gestures for the large man to take up Iris’ post as the sniper. “With no one else in the building, they’ll be making their move to transport Ronald soon. As soon as you see him, take the shot.” A heavy sigh leaves Price’s mouth. “The rest of you should be ready for a firefight.” With his final order given everyone moved into position, mentally baring themselves for the slaughter they were about to cause.

      They waited in tense silence for a little less than an hour before the side door finally opened and out stepped the man they’d been looking for. König readied himself to pull the trigger but hesitated.

      Price pulled away his binoculars for a brief moment. “What are you waiting for? Take the shot König.” Price watched as König shook his head lightly, still peering through the scope.

     “Not my shot to take Captain.” König pulled away from the scope and nodded for Price to look down at the side door

      Everyone’s eyes shot over at the small gesture just as another small figure exited the door holding what appeared to be a pistol to the back of Ronald’s head. All rushing to lift their binoculars back to their faces, they watch as the person ushered Ronald forward slamming the door closed behind them.

     Price’s voice is full of surprise as he utters the only words that come to mind. “Well, I’ll be goddamned.”

~~~~~

    The day after the briefing, 141 and KorTac set off for the warehouse where you all would be training together. The goal was to take the place down from the inside and capture the target for questioning. The target is Ronald F. Mollins.

 He'd been suspected, and recently confirmed, to be one of three heads of a well-known terrorist organization. Said organization had been responsible for at least twenty-four of the latest terrorist attacks and bombings and your capture two years ago. According to Price, they had another attack planned for two weeks from now. It was crucial that you capture, or take down Ronald.

      On 141’s latest recon mission, Gaz stumbled upon the building plans for Ronald’s new safehouse. Price had everything set up and ready to go by the time you’d all been called in for the briefing.

      The mission training area was an old warehouse that was normally completely empty on the inside. On the occasions that it would be used, recruits would be ordered to set it up in a very specific way. Today, for instance, it was set up to mimic the hideout you’d be infiltrating. Pallets and old metal sheets acted as faux walls and doors. Old lights flicker above your head as you all take a preliminary walk through the building.

      You jump a little at the sound of Price’s voice coming through your headset. “I’m going to give you all 10 minutes to get a hold of your surroundings, then we’ll begin strategizing.” Your eyes find him standing overhead on the left-side catwalk. His watchful eyes from above were a luxury you wouldn’t have come time for you all to execute the actual mission.

     You all regroup at the front of the old warehouse-turned-training facility. Ten minutes had been more than enough for you to mentally map out the quickest route to Ronald’s office. The side entrances would definitely be key for getting you all in and out if you wanted to go with the stealthier option. For the louder alternative, however, the rear entry seemed best suited. Lots of cover from tight winding halls, plenty of rooms to dip into if things got too hairy, and most importantly, it was the closest entrance to Rolnalds office.

      You look around yourself at your team that had recently doubled in size. Most of them were deep in thought as they tried to come up with anything to contribute to a plan. Your eyes stop at König as he swiftly turns his face away from you. Had he been staring or was it simply your imagination? He had seemed off this morning, not that he didn’t seem off most of the time. This morning was different though. When you’d said hello to him in the kitchen he hadn’t said anything back. Not too strange you suppose but the way he avoided eye contact with you had made you feel some way. Hurt almost. You thought you two had started to become somewhat acquaintances at the very least, if not friends. Casual ‘Hello’s in the halls, small conversations about your days when you’d catch each other in the training room. Even sparring with each other.

     It was like a switch had flipped in him. The sweet man from before was gone and here with you stood someone almost as cold as Ghost. He wouldn’t look you in the eyes. He wouldn’t say even one word to you. You hadn’t really noticed it before but you think maybe he had been avoiding you while you all walked through the building. Your heart drops as you think back to your previous interactions with him. Had you made him angry with something you’d said? Had you hurt him while training with him? No, surely he would have told you if you had. So, what was it then? Your heart grows heavy with your thoughts.

      “Alright ladies,” Price looks around the group and gives you a small nod, “And Iris.” A grin etches itself into your lips as he grins at you. He takes a step toward the center of the group clapping his hands together. “What’s the game plan?” Murmurs break out among the group of soldiers around you.

     One of the members of KorTac, Horangi you think is what the others called him, speaks up. “We could just blow through the doors, go in and take what we want.”

      Your brows raise at how rash he sounded. “That seems like a really bad idea.” Your hand comes up to absent-mindedly rub your temple. Working with contractors such as these was going to be hell on earth.

     Another KorTac member steps forward. “What would you know?” His tone is aggressive, almost hostile. “You just got accepted here, what, last week? I suggest not sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

      Heat rises in the back of your neck. Breathe. In. Out. Think through your actions. Anger should be used in a productive manner. “Quite a bit of hypocrisy in that statement, For-Hire.” Your words come out calm and calculated. “Now, if I may finish, I was saying we shouldn’t risk-”

      “For-Hire?” His voice drips with animosity as he steps toe-to-toe with you. “Watch your tone Louse. Wouldn’t want to wind up missing would we?” He’s so close now his nose nearly brushes yours as his eyes scan your form.

     Your mind begins to reel with images of you beating him into submission. Breath. On your right, you can see the 141 watching with entertained looks. From the corner of your eye, you catch a brief interaction between Price and König. Price holds his arm in front of König with a small shake of his head. König's eyes held a look of murder in them as he stared at his comrade’s back. Price clearly wanted to see what you’d do in this situation. You move your eyes back to the man in front of you, his larger form still looming over you. You blink slowly up at him, letting a heavy sigh slip out under your balaclava. The heat soaks into the fabric warming your cheeks with every breath. “I say this with all the respect I can find for you; please exit my personal space.”

     His eyes flash with defiance and he shows no sign of moving. His breath fans your face as he continues to loom over you. “I’ll move when I’m ready, Recruit.”

      “Why are the dumb ones always so cocky?” Your question causes a chorus of snickers to your right. You find it amusing, though it does little to push down the rage that has steadily grown within you. “Look, I asked you politely to get out of my face.” Teaching respect was productive, right? You allow your anger to bubble to the surface. “That. That was your warning.” He opens his mouth to say something back but all that comes out is a small shriek of pain as your boot makes contact with his groin. He falls to his knees before you and without a second thought, you twist him around to face his comrades. Your left-hand pins his right arm behind him, while your other hand pulls a knife from your vest. You press the dull edge lightly to his throat, smart enough even in your rage-stricken state to not seriously harm your own team members.

      You’re still seething but decide the poor man had had enough to learn his lesson. You slowly remove the knife from his throat and shove him forward into the ground. “A second warning is a luxury, For-Hire.” You take a small step back as your body slowly comes down from the adrenaline. “Savor the feeling and don’t make me regret leaving you alive.” You step back into your spot among the 141 as the man scurries back to join KorTac. You can feel König’s eyes on you. The way they take you in, the feeling of his stare was becoming all too familiar. You risk a glance his way and sure enough, he was looking you up and down, admiration replacing the murderous gaze he had moments ago.

     Price chuckles under his breath. “Perhaps I should have introduced you all one by one. I want this to sit in your minds as a prime example of why we never underestimate our opponents.” He gestures toward you as he turns to face the soldiers across from you. “I would like you all to meet Iris. Our newly returning Sergeant specializes in stealth ops, sniping, and swift takedowns. Light-footed, quick thinking and isn’t afraid to play dirty. In shorter terms; not to be messed with.” He steps back and turns so that he’s facing everyone. “Now then, let’s hear that plan.”

      After about thirty minutes of planning you all set off to test out the operation. After a few failed attempts, the first plan was thrown out the window. This pattern repeated itself over and over. Tensions had been rising all day and each failure pushed things closer and closer to the breaking point.

      Everything came to a head when König suggested moving you with KorTac at the front of the group. Ghost was having none of it though. His sudden possessiveness made you a bit weak in the knees. “That’s a fucking fever dream if I’ve ever heard one.” His eyes burned with white-hot rage from the long tense day. “Iris stays with me, end of story.” Me, not us? Your face flushes under the mask you wear.

      “But, if we had someone a bit smaller in the front we could keep things quieter. We could make it further in before being ambushed.” König explained his point as if Ghost would listen to reason.

     You shrug a little as you look between the two. “He’s not wrong Lt.” You play with the bottom edge of your balaclava. “Actually, König, do you think you and your team could get me close to the power box?”  You don’t miss the glare Ghost shoots at you. “If we could cut the power part way through rather than at the end, we would have the upper hand.” You turn to Ghost as he responds.

     “No.” His eyes don’t leave yours as he continues. “We’ll station someone, Gaz, near the power box. Give the word and throw them off. We’ll have the upper hand when we need it, and you.” He pokes his finger into your chest. “You stay with me.” Desperation flashes through his eyes for a split second. You can tell by how rigidly he stands that his mind has taken him back to the day they left you behind.

     Your eyes soften as you reach up and grasp the hand still touching your chest. His hand trembles slightly within yours. Even through both pairs of gloves you feel electricity jump between your hands. “Ok,” You search his eyes, making sure he’s in the present with you. His gaze shifts to where your mouth is under your mask. “I’m here. I’m with you Lt. I’m not going anywhere.” His eyes shoot back up to yours. “I’ll stay with you.”

     He gives a small nod and creases form at the corners of his eyes as though he’s smiling. It’s gone as quickly as it came though replaced with that hardened gaze once again. “Good.” He pulls his hand from yours to pat you on the shoulder. “Let’s see if this works, shall we?”     ~~~~~

     You’d done it again. This time you were certain it was over for you. There would be no relocating you this time. No, you would be dead if you weren’t careful. You messed up, let yourself get caught off guard as your team and KorTac combed the halls in the dark. A group of opposition fighters came out of thin air, rushing your whole group. Everyone got separated in the attack. It was a risk you took every time you stepped out of the base to go on a mission. You could get separated, but you trained for that. You hadn’t, however, trained for the moment when your helmet along with your NVGs got knocked from your head by the opponent.

     You’d done your best to fight him off in the dark unsure where your equipment had landed. Once you had subdued your target you made your way out of the room. Using the sounds of battle you avoided high-traffic areas as you use the wall to guide you. After fifteen minutes your eyes had adjusted enough to see about twenty feet in front of you. Sighing internally you remind yourself that they too were blinded by the darkness and as long as you’re quiet, you may catch up to your team before everything goes to shit.

     You sneak your way through the halls the same as you had days before when practicing for the mission. You still had the rest of your gear to fall back on if things got too chaotic. Stealth is what you’re good at, that’s why you were recon by default. You could do this. You carry yourself in a low crouch through the building remaining silent. Every turn could be your death, and your mind is sure to remind you of that every time you pass an intersecting hall. You had two choices here, go straight for the exit and hope that they don’t have extra forces surrounding the building, or continue the path you had taken 15 times in training. It would most definitely be considered abandonment if you left without the others. What could you do though? Not only were your NVGs attached to the helmet but it also secured your comms to your head. Reaching out to them wasn’t an option whether you want to or not.

     You finally decide to move forward with the mission hoping they hadn’t moved to plan B. You make your way through the halls silently until you come to the center-most room. You had stopped briefly to gather your sense of direction when you heard it. Backup troops stormed through every entrance calling out into the darkness. You had to move quickly to reach your mission point before they did.

     It became evident to you that this would be your end when troops equipped in tactical gear appeared around you. You counted three as you stood, ready to fight for your life. It was pointless, you knew that the sound of the scuffle would most certainly draw more attention. Taking your chances you make a break for the closest doorway. They all followed shouting out their location for any nearby opposition to hear. After entering the room you spin on your heels raising your pistol to the opening you’d just come through. As they round the doorway to file in you open fire. Taking out two of them with no issues. The third managed to get a shot off on you. The impact and searing hot pain in your shoulder sent you stumbling back into the wall. With heaving breaths you allow yourself to slide down the wall.

      “Enemy down, all clear boys.” The man's retreating footsteps surprised you. Had he really thought you were dead? Were you dead?

      Blood drips from the wound down onto your gear as your head lolls forward. You sat there watching it for what felt like hours. There was no point in moving, you’d be gunned down if anyone found out you were still breathing. You couldn’t sit there and do nothing though, you had to do something or you really would die right here in a puddle of your own blood. The halls had been quiet for a while now you could probably risk checking if they had left, right? Your body felt sluggish, you’d lost quite a bit of blood by now. You weren’t strong enough at this moment to get to your feet. With an annoyed roll of your stiff neck, you move to release the straps of your vest. Without the weight of it and everything tucked inside you are able to stand. Every movement sends a sharp pain through the wound in your shoulder.

     As you peer from the doorway you find the halls empty. No enemy troops, no KorTac, and no 141. A light catches your eye from down the hall. As you slowly regain your bearings it dawns on you; Ronald had a generator for his office. That was one of the main points Price had driven into all of your heads during practice. That’s how he’ll call in the backup troops once the power is out. You’ll have less than fifteen minutes to get him or get out. Price’s voice nags in the back of your mind. How had you forgotten?

      The light gives you hope as you step into the hall. It was like the universe was giving you a sign, a way out of this mess. Ronald wasn’t a fighter. He had men for that. But if his men thought it was clear then there was a chance that Ronald was alone in there. There was a chance that you could still complete this capture with or without your team. You move quickly but silently like a predator on the prowl. You peak through every doorway, being sure every room is clear along the way to Ronald’s office. Now, standing toe to toe with the wooden door, you stop for a moment and just listen. The sound of clacking fills your ears as you grasp the handle. The hum of what sounds to be a printer emanates from beyond the door as the clacking stops, giving you the perfect cover to slip into the room.

     Ronald’s back is to you as you silently close and lock the door, ensuring there wouldn’t be any interruptions. Slowly you creep up behind him pressing the barrel of the pistol to the back of his head. “Don’t move, don’t speak. I have an ultimatum for you.” Your breath is deadly silent as you move to wrap your nondominant arm around his throat. You wince inwardly at the pain that ripples through you when moving that shoulder. “Firstly, are you armed?” He’s silent. “Yes or no, Ronald. Are you armed?” Your voice is forceful and wicked in its tone.

      “No.” His voice is shaky. He’s scared. Good. That means he probably isn’t in fact armed.

     “Good. Do you want to make it out of this building alive?”

     “Yes.” The single word comes out as more of a breath.

     “Great, now I have a few steps for you to follow.”

     “Why would I follow any instructions from you?” His voice still comes out shaky.

      “Well, that’s the ultimatum, dear Ronald.” Your voice lilts as your mind begins to suffer a bit of delirium from the blood loss. “Either you follow every word that comes from my mouth, or you die right here, right now.” Your gun presses hard into the side of his head in an attempt to prove your point. “Is that clear?” His small nod is enough for you to ease up just a bit. “Good, now listen.”

      You walk him step by step through every one of your demands. “Turn the power back on and lock down every door. I want them to only work with your key card.” You watch him like a hawk every step of the way. “Now, we’re gonna take a little walk to the west exit and you are going to call off all of your men, understand Ronny?” His legs shake beneath him as he nods fervently. “Alright, let’s get a move on Ronny boy, we’re burning daylight.”

     It was a rather short walk to the side entrance. You’d crossed paths with a few of his men but they were quickly dispatched as you both kept moving. True to his word only his key card worked for the doors. As soon as you’d enter they’d seal behind you, his men stuck on the other side helpless to free their leader. Once you’d finally reached the side door you sighed. This was it. You’ll be out in the fresh air where you could make your run back to the makeshift base about an hour's drive out.

     “Thank you Ronald for your cooperation. I would hate to have had to kill you.” You keep the gun level with his head as he pushes open the door to freedom. He steps out into the daylight, bringing his arm up to shield his eyes from the sun. “Keep moving, I can still shoot you.” He takes a few hesitant steps forward as you follow him out. You spare a glance at the top of the hill on your left, catching sight of 141 and KorTac making their way down to meet you, Ghost and König leading the charge.

     You’d survived. You’d fixed your mistake. Even through all your doubts and thoughts of your own death, you persevered.

[idk-void]

I’ve searched far and wide (or however that saying goes) but I can’t find this Weasley twin post.

I vaguely remember it was leaned more to Fred Weasley x reader. Where reader and Johnson started up a side business at the joke shop for intimate items. There was even a part two I think with an interview. It even had a really well made daily prophet article with a picture of one white girl and another black girl.

I completely forget to reblog it 😔 Does anyone know who posted it? Or if it’s even if it’s still up?

^ Me to everyone liking this post but not helping (JK, kinda)

[x-reader-theater]

Unexpected Kindness

summary: While rushing through the Ministry to complete a task for Sister Imperator, Swiss scares you, and is unexpectedly kind to you.

pairing: Swiss Ghoul x Gender Neutral!Reader

category: Gen

word count: 1,413

warnings: There’s some suggestiveness in the story but nothing described. I’m thinking of making this a series that will be explicit, but there’s nothing like that yet.

Disclaimer: This story is using the fan interpretations of these characters ONLY. No real people are being used in this. I have no problem with real person fic, but I know some people do, and so I wanted to make a disclaimer for those people. 

a/n: i just really like Swiss, okay?

You were walking through the halls of the ministry, a stack of books in your hands as your footsteps echo down the empty halls. There isn’t another member of the clergy that’s out at this hour, with how early it is in the morning.

That is, except Swiss.

You feel something long and leathery dip into the back of your pants and untuck your shirt. You feel the flat spade-head of a tail press into your bare lower back, and you jump, the books you’re holding dropping from your hands as they land on the ground with a loud THUMP that echos.

“Mother fucking Satan!” you exclaim with a hand over your heart. The tail that is around your waist tightens and you’re pulled into strong arms.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, little one,” he says into your ear. His mask, which he and all other ghouls are required to wear by Sister Imperetor, knocks against the side of your head, one of the tubes off the side squishing.

You scoff and push Swiss away. He doesn’t fight to keep you next to him, but his tail continues to stroke up and down your back. “What do you want, Swiss? I’m busy.”

You look over your shoulder and see him grin, his white teeth blinding against his dark grey skin. “I was lonely,” he says, grin becoming roguish and flirty. “You were just the first I saw…”

You roll your eyes and bend down to pick up the books that were dropped, but you just drop them again when you feel that tail slink out from underneath your shirt and swat at your backside. You yelp and turn around, glaring at him as your books drop again. “I have a hard time believing that you just happened to be awake at 6am,” you say, vitriol in your voice. You pick up the books once more and stand again, this time out of reach of Swiss’ wandering tail. “Besides,” you say, hugging the books tighter to your chest, “I don’t sleep with Ghouls. We’re not allowed.”

Swiss starts walking towards you, slinking forward, and you step back, matching him step for step, until you back hits the wall. Swiss keeps walking forward and when you shrink down, trying to get away, he places an arm above your head. You swallow as he leans in, and you can see his red eyes behind the tinted lenses of the mask.

“Just not allowed? Do you want to?” he asks quietly.

You swallow again, frozen in place, eyes boring into Swiss’ lenses, his strong arms bracketing your head, and you grip the old leather books tighter in your hands. You eyes dart down to Swiss’ exposed lips, and Swiss’ smile widens. He begins leaning in, slowly, like he’s giving you a chance to escape. But, like a deer in headlights, you’re frozen. Even your breath is frozen in your lungs. You can feel Swiss breathe against your lips, his breath smelling faintly of sulfur, but that you’ve heard tastes like the most addicting drug one could get their hands on.

A door slams down the hall and both your heads swivel towards the noise. You take the opportunity to slip out from underneath Swiss’ arms and hurry down the hall away from him and towardsyour goal. Your actual goal, not a fantasy goal.

But you running away from Swiss doesn’t actual deter him at all, and he jogs to catch up to you. He swivels himself so he’s walking backwards in front of you, a grin peaking out from underneath his full lips.

“Where are you going?” he asks slyly, hands clasped behind his back.

“To Sister Imperetor’s office,” you say, tilting your chin up slightly as you try and walk faster to get past Swiss. He doesn’t take the bait however and just moves beside you, keeping pace, his steps in perfect sync with yours.

He lets out a low whistle, “Figures she would have you working all night,” he says. “Mind if I join you? Just to walk you there, nothing else, I promise.”

You slow down, thinking on it for a moment. You haven’t been very close to any of the Ghouls, but Papa Emeritus always seems so close and they all seem to like each other more than anyone else. They seem like they have fun, which is something you’re sorely lacking right now.

“Okay,” you say slowly, suspicious of Swiss’ intentions but willing to be open.

The ghoul grins widely and his steps become less in sync with yours, a bounce added to them.

The two of you walk together through the Ministry in silence, just enjoying each other’s company as your footsteps echo off the stone of the hallway. You feel Swiss’ arm brush against yours every once in a while as you walk, but he doesn’t go further. In fact, it almost seems like every time he brushes your arm he takes a few small steps to the side, but always ends up right next to you anyways, like magnets, always drawn to each other.

Eventually, you come to the door to Sister Imperator’s office, and you both slow to a stop. Swiss stops in front of you, and you smile at him, going to reach for the handle, but Swiss’ hand on your elbow stops you. The grip isn’t hard or strong, but gentle, something you haven’t seen from Swiss before now.

“[Y/N]… after you drop these books off, you should tell Sister that you need sleep,” he says, voice soft and gentle. “You know how she pushes the other siblings of sin.”

You stare at him with wide eyes, before nodding slowly. He smiles, a closed mouth smile so different from his typical cocky grin. He squeezes your elbow and begins walking off further down the hall. You smile as you watch him go down the hall and disappear around the corner. You open the door and walk into Sister Imperator’s office with a small smile on your face.

She’s sitting at her desk, her severe face and tight bun helping her look as strict as she is.

“Was that Swiss?” she asks, still looking down at the work she’s doing on her desk.

You nod. “Yeah. He walked me over here,” you explain, your smile getting dreamier.

She doesn’t stop working as she cuts through your words. “Stay away from him. The ghouls are not meant for you.”

Your smile drops, your body tensing. “Yes, Sister,” you say, even tho your body fights against it. You clear your throat. “I have the books you requested.”

“Good, yes,” she says, waving a hand in the air. “Put them over there on that table.”

You do as she asks and set the books down on the table she gestured to with a loud slam. She doesn’t seem to notice however, still working on whatever the hell has her so busy all day.

“Sibling, I need you to go to the-”

“Actually, Sister,” you interrupt, biting your lip as you wait for her to say something. She doesn’t. “Uh, I’ve been awake for over 36 hours and haven’t had time to rest. I am asking for some time off, just enough to sleep, and then I’ll be able to help you once again,” you say, succinctly and professionally.

Sister Imperator finally stops working and looks up at you. “What a disappointment,” she says, making eye contact with you. “I gave you this position so you could show me that you were ready to move up in the Ministry, but I can see that my faith was misplaced.” She leans back in her chair and steeples her fingers in front of her thin lips. “Since you seem so attached to the Ghoul's, I’ll make you their newest handler.” Your eyes go wide but you're unable to say something as she continues forwards. “They have no sense of time and are always late to services and rituals. Maybe I'll give you a second chance if you do a good enough job.” She leans forward in her chair once more and goes back to working on whatever is on her desk as she dismissively says, “Go fetch Sister Reinhardt. Maybe she won't disappoint me.”

You nod and turn to leave the room, giving one last look back at Sister Imperator before finally leaving her office. You sigh at what happened but you can't help but be a little excited for what’s coming next.

[wwaheoh]

“Falling Asleep on The Job” - Victoria Housekeeping x gnReader (Platonic)

Alexandrina Sebastiane, Corin Wickes, Ellen Joe, Von Lycaon

a/n: writing this at 2 am but unlike the reader, i dont have a ghost milf to be there when i wake up...

As the newest member of Victoria Housekeeping, it had been a bit of a shaky transition. Still in high school, you’ve had to juggle your studies, hobbies, and your part time job all at once, it was a lot to hold on to- not even mentioning any extracurriculars or social life you might have.

So, all in all, pretty stressful. Especially now, coming back from your break, it seemed like the teachers were all trying to one-up each other on how many pages of homework they’d give. It had all begun to affect your wellbeing, always trying your best to give it your all, hours of studying began to dig into your sleep time.

An hour or two into the night began to become going to sleep at 4 AM or even just not sleeping at all and staying up through energy drinks.

After a particularly hard week- where you hadn’t slept at all last night and barely slept the day before that, you finally broke.

Shadows under your eyes, sweaty arms, twitchy hands, legs that felt like lead, and a light pressure on your forehead. You had been put on shift to help clean up a house, the usual stuff, thankfully nothing with any underlying “help” required.

As you were sweeping dust off a windowsill, you began to feel the familiar wave of tiredness wash over you. Muscles felt exhausted, a yawn threatening to escape you. Deciding to sit on a nearby chair to rest a little, you began to be lulled into a deep slumber. Head bobbing, eyelids drooping down- a desperate but ultimately futile attempt at staying awake.

And then you conked out.

Slowly you woke up, blur in your eyes that you had to blink away a few times before your vision cleared. You were turned horizontally- actually you weren’t where you had accidentally fallen asleep in the first place!

Immediately you rushed to get up, “Oh shi-!” before a mature, warm voice softly hushed you, a gloved hand slowly drifted you back down and set your head down on something soft.

Looking up, you saw Ms. Sebastiane looking down on you, a soft smile on her face as she pet your hair. From the lighting of the room, it was clear some time had passed. Meaning that you’d fallen asleep on the job.

“I-I’m so sorry Miss!” You let out, mortified at having fallen asleep- especially with how often housekeeping wasn’t the only thing Victoria Housekeeping did. Something terrible could have happened- and while there were other members of the company here, you would have been a liability.

“It’s okay dear,” She started with her usual caring tone, “You’ve been pretty out of it recently, Ms. Ellen told us of how your shared academics might be affecting your quality of life.” Her hands brushed softly against your hair, a spell of sleep beginning to overtake you once more. “It’s not wrong to ask for some time off, your health matters most.”

“Go back to sleep, I shall awake you once it is time for us to head back.”

You relaxed, her lap being used as a pillow as she let you sleep until it was time to go back home.

Something soft underneath the side of your head, you were lying down now- different to how you slept. Oh! You fell asleep! Quickly rushing to get up with a few expletives, a timid voice called out to you, “Uhm! You don’t need to get up!”

Looking at the source of the voice, you realized that you had fallen asleep on the job, leaving your coworker, Corin, all by her lonesome. Or at least on this side of the premises.

“Ah, I’m so sorry Corin!” You quickly tried to fix the couch you had been moved to, arranging the pillows and patting the cushions to make it seem as if no one had been sleeping on it.

“N-no! It’s fine!” You turned to her, confused but hopeful that she wasn’t just saying that to calm you down. “Uhm, I heard about how school’s been pretty tough, Ellen- I mean no one told us how it might be affecting you. You can rest for now! I’ll uhm, wake you up when I need help!”

You were thankful for her, worried that she’d be angry that you basically ditched her for sleep. Of course she probably wouldn't be that angry- she never got mad at Ellen whenever she slept on the job, but it was still a thought in the back of your head. Nodding, you sat back onto the couch as the feeling of drowsiness began to take hold again.

“Sweet uhm, dreams!” Corin whispered, worried that it wasn’t the right thing to say or not in the right context.

Slowly waking, you were still vertically sleeping, however where you had fallen asleep had changed. Quickly you got up, looking around for an indication of the time or Ellen, your coworker- and classmate, who you were partnered with for this part of the premises. It didn’t seem like she was around, but that begged the question of who moved you…

“Oi,”, You nearly yelped as you quickly turned to the person you hadn’t noticed, “Don’t move so fast… you woke me up.”

It.. seemed Ellen had the same problem you did, it made sense, the both of you did share multiple classes.

“Uhm-” “If you’re worried about waking up before the client gets here, don’ worry, I’ll wake you up.” “Oh! Uh, thank you.” “Mm…”

She promptly fell right back to sleep, with you following shortly after.

Slowly your eyes blinked open. You felt as if you just had the best sleep of your life. A soft pillow under your head, a warm blanket covering you, a homey scent of a candle nearby. Oh my gods you fell asleep at work and were acting like you were at home- hell even better than home.

You began to scramble out of this makeshift bed before a gloved hand firmly set itself on your shoulder. Turning to the owner, your heart stopped as you came face to face with your boss.

Quickly tears began to form at the edge of your eyes, mortification at having fallen asleep on the job and waking up in front of your boss. A therian that prided themselves on keeping a professional atmosphere and providing top-notch service to their “Master”s.

“I- I’m so-”

“Shh.. it’s of no trouble.”

God, was he going to fire you after this?

“No, I will not. Please, I’ve been informed of your recent academics and how they might be affecting your work-life balance.” He interrupted any other thoughts you might have had, as if he were reading your mind. “While I prefer you not to fall asleep while we are keeping the home of our Masters, I won’t be upset for minor inconvenience.” His voice was warm, deep, with a voice that seemed to lull you back to sleep.

“Now rest, I will awake you once the Master is due to arrive.”

[alwayssassydreamer]

Let Me Love You

A/N: the idea for this came from a friend along with the song suggestion, sorry it's probably longer than it needed to be

Say, go through the darkest of days Heaven's a heartbreak away Never let you go, never let me down Don't you give up, nah, nah, nah I won't give up, nah, nah, nah Let me love you

Summary: you watch your captain being in a dark mood, the past pressing heavily on him and you decide to approach him, showing him that he is not alone (horrible summary sorry)

Warnings: kissing, mention of Cora's death, Law might be a little ooc, use of y/n (once), maybe some sexual tension , not proofread

Characters: Law x GnReader

The Polar Tang sailed through the dark sea, a shadow among shadows, cutting through the endless expanse of water.

You leaned against the railing, watching the man in question—Trafalgar D. Water Law—as he stood alone at the end of the deck, his back to you. His expression was as unreadable as always, but there was something different tonight. The usual stoic demeanor, that cold edge of indifference, was cracked, just slightly. His shoulders were tense, his eyes distant as he gazed at the horizon, lost in thought.

You hadn’t missed it. The subtle shift in him. The way his normally sharp eyes had softened, glazed over with something deeper. Darker.

You were always drawn to him. Not just because of his reputation, not just because of his cold, almost dangerous aura, but because there was something about him that made your blood hum. His darkness called to yours, a magnetic pull you couldn’t ignore. You knew it had always been there, lurking beneath the surface, an unspoken connection, a shared understanding of chaos and loss.

It was why you had joined his crew in the first place. You were reckless, impulsive, too hotheaded for your own good, always leaping before you looked, but Law’s darkness… that pull… it intrigued you. You wanted to know the man behind the cold surgeon, the one who carried the scars of his past like a heavy weight, who buried his pain beneath layers of apathy. You wanted to see the cracks.

You took a few steps forward, not caring if your boots made noise against the deck. You didn’t care about sneaking up on him, he knew you were there long before you even approached.

“Why so broody, Law?” Your voice cut through the stillness, sharp and teasing, but underneath was an edge of something more, something deeper. The kind of wildness you didn’t bother to hide.

He didn’t respond immediately, his gaze still locked on the horizon, but his body stiffened, a subtle tension tightening his posture. Law was always guarded, but tonight, there was an extra layer. You could feel it.

“I’m not brooding,” he muttered, his voice low, gravelly, like it was the last thing he wanted to admit.

You smirked, stepping closer. "Then what’s got you staring at the sea like you’re trying to figure out how to drown in it?"

His eyes flickered to you, dark and calculating, a fleeting moment of vulnerability passing over them before he regained his composure. “It’s nothing.”

You weren’t buying it. You had been watching him for weeks now, noticing the little things, the way his eyes would cloud over in silence, the way he would occasionally rub the back of his neck as if fighting off an unseen pain. You knew something was eating at him, something from his past. The more you watched him, the more you realized that the legendary surgeon wasn’t just a man of death; he was a man shaped by the darkness he carried.

“I don’t believe you,” you said, your voice teasing yet insistent. “C’mon, tell me what’s really bothering you. You’ve got that look again, the one you get when you’re lost in memories that you don’t want anyone to know about.”

He turned fully now, his eyes locking with yours, and for a moment, the ice around him seemed to crack, revealing something raw, something human.

“Cora…,” Law murmured under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear. The name was a ghost, a shadow in the air, and the soft, mournful way he said it made something shift inside you. "I've been thinking about him more lately. His death…is still haunting me."

You knew the story - knew about the man who had meant so much to Law. The man who gave up everything to help Law, who had died saving him, protecting him. You knew what it did to him. The weight of Corazon’s death was something Law would carry forever, and it was something he never let anyone see. Never let anyone touch.

You stepped closer, ignoring the voice in your head that told you to back off, to give him space. This wasn’t about his reputation or the dark aura that surrounded him. This was about the man beneath all of it, the man who had been broken, stitched back together, and never allowed to heal.

“I don’t know what you see when you look out there,” you said softly, your voice cutting through the distance between you, “but I see a man who’s gone through hell and made it out the other side. You’re not that broken. And Corazon would be proud of you."

He let out a hollow laugh, but it was different from the usual sarcastic chuckle. This one was tinged with bitterness, with regret.

"He died because of me." Law muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

You weren’t sure what came over you then, whether it was the wild streak in you, or the pull of your own darkness, but you stepped forward, closing the remaining distance between you, until there was nothing but the heat of his body, the intensity of his presence.

"He died for you because he chose to. He died to save you because he saw someone worth saving," you said, your voice low and fierce. "You might not see it yourself but you are special Law, you were special to him, you are special to your crew and you're special to me. And I know your pain I know the feeling of loss and I'm not asking you to forget because I know that won't happen and I don’t need you to move on from your past. I just want you to see that you'renot alone, you don'thave to carry this weight by yourself, I'm here Law. Right here. And I’m not going anywhere."

He looked at you then, really looked at you, eyes piercing through you, as if searching for something, something buried deep inside both of you. The silence stretched between you, heavy and palpable.

"You’re too wild," he finally said, his words low but edged with something else. "Too reckless. Too much. You’re going to destroy yourself someday."

You didn’t flinch. In fact, you smirked, leaning in closer until your lips were just a breath away from his ear.

"Maybe I like it that way," you whispered, a wild thrill running through you. "Maybe I like being the one who pushes you to the edge. Maybe… I like the idea of watching you fall with me."

Law’s hand shot out, catching your wrist with surprising force, pulling you closer. There was nothing gentle about his touch, but you didn’t expect it to be. His breath was warm against your skin as his lips hovered just inches from yours, his eyes dark, unreadable.

"You’re twisted and messed up," he muttered, his voice rough, but there was something else behind it. Something deeper. "But that’s why I can’t stay away from you."

You smiled, your heart racing as his grip tightened, pulling you closer, the distance between you shrinking until there was no space left. The storm outside might have passed, but in this moment, you were both riding on the edge of something much more dangerous.

“Then stop fighting it, Law,” you whispered against his lips, your voice a quiet command. "I won't give up on you"

The weight of everything seemed to press against him but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he kissed you - hard, hungry, as if he were trying to forget the past, or maybe embrace it. And for a moment, you both forgot about everything but the fire that burned between you, the chaos that was always in reach, but never enough to tear you apart.

Not tonight and maybe not ever.

Law's lips moved against yours with a desperation you hadn’t expected. He was always so composed, so in control, but now, now he was gripping you like you were the only thing keeping him tethered to reality. Like, for once, he didn’t want to think. Didn’t want to drown in his own ghosts.

You didn’t resist. You let him take, let him pour whatever storm raged inside him into the kiss. Because you understood. Because you knew what it was like to hold onto darkness like it was the only thing keeping you alive.

His hands tightened around your waist, fingers digging into your skin, and you gasped against his lips, your body pressed flush against his. The cold night air did nothing to cool the heat between you. The Polar Tang rocked gently beneath your feet, but neither of you moved away.

When Law finally pulled back, he didn’t let go. His forehead rested against yours, his breath coming in short, uneven bursts. He didn’t speak, and neither did you. The weight of whatever this was between you hung thick in the air, charged and fragile all at once.

Then, barely above a whisper, he spoke.

"You don’t know what you’re asking for." His voice was rough, his grip still firm, like he was debating whether to push you away or pull you even closer.

You smirked, tilting your head slightly, your lips still brushing his. "Then show me. Make me understand."

Law let out a quiet, bitter chuckle, but there was no amusement in it. His thumb traced absentmindedly over the inside of your wrist, as if memorizing the feel of you. "I destroy things y/n. I don’t build them. I don’t love. I don’t—"

You cut him off before he could finish. "You don’t have to. I’m not asking you to be anything you’re not." Your voice softened, though your eyes still held their usual fire. "I just want you. The man beneath all that steel and silence. The man who still carries his past like a wound that never healed."

Law’s jaw clenched, and for a moment, you thought he might step back, put up his walls again. But then -

He kissed you again.

It was different this time. Slower. More deliberate. Like he was memorizing the way you tasted, the way you felt against him. His hand moved up, fingers threading through your hair, tugging slightly, making you gasp into his mouth. He drank in every sound, every movement, as if trying to carve the moment into his very bones.

And then, just as quickly as he started, he pulled away.

His grip loosened, his breathing still uneven, and when he looked at you, his eyes were unreadable. "If you stay, you’ll regret it."

You smiled, defiant as ever. "That’s not your decision to make."

Law exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "You’re insane."

You grinned. "And you like it."

He didn’t deny it.

Instead, he let out a heavy breath, running a hand through his hair, and without another word, he turned back toward the sea. But he didn’t tell you to leave. He didn’t push you away. And in Law’s world, that was as close to surrender as you were going to get.

The taste of him still lingered on your lips. The ocean stretched before him, vast and endless, a perfect mirror to the distance he kept from everyone including you.

But you weren’t everyone.

You weren’t the type to tiptoe around the edge of something you wanted. You weren’t the type to let him run just because he thought he should.

So you stepped closer, your body brushing against his as you reached for him again, your fingers ghosting along his arm and flinched slightly but he didn’t pull away. Not yet at least.

"You keep looking out there like you’re searching for an answer," you murmured, your voice softer now, laced with something heavier, something undeniable. "But you already know it’s not in the sea."

Law’s breath hitched, but he kept his gaze locked forward. "You don’t get it," he muttered, voice rough with something you couldn’t quite place. "This, whatever this is, it’s not going to end the way you think."

You tilted your head, smirking. "Who says I’m thinking about the end?"

That made him turn. His eyes, sharp and guarded, searched yours like he was waiting for you to realize something, waiting for you to see the wreckage he carried. The damage. The weight of everything he wasn’t saying.

And you did see it.

You just didn’t care.

"You’re making a mistake," he said, his voice dropping lower, more strained. His fingers twitched at his sides, like he wanted to touch you again but was forcing himself not to. "I don’t—"

"You don’t what?" you interrupted, stepping closer, pressing against his resistance like a fire against ice. "You don’t feel anything? You don’t want this?" Your voice dipped, teasing, taunting. "Because I think we both know that’s a lie, Law."

His jaw clenched, his breath uneven. You were pushing him, pressing him right up against the edge, and you knew it. But you also knew he needed this. He needed someone who wouldn’t let him run, wouldn’t let him drown in his own guilt and hesitation.

"You think I don’t know what I’m getting into?" you continued, your voice fierce, unwavering. "You think I don’t see the way you look at me when you think I won’t notice? The way you try to keep me at arm’s length, like that’ll actually work?"

Law exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "You’re insane."

You grinned, wild and untamed. "And you’re still here."

Silence stretched between you, thick with tension, charged like a storm ready to break.

Then, finally his control snapped.

His hands were on you before you could react, grabbing your face, pulling you into another bruising, desperate kiss. This wasn’t careful. This wasn’t slow. This was messy, raw, the kind of kiss that left no room for hesitation. His fingers tangled in your hair, gripping like he was afraid you’d slip away, even though he was the one who kept trying to leave.

You let him take, let him drown in you, but you weren’t just letting him have control. No, you pushed right back, kissing him with all the reckless, fiery passion he always tried to pretend didn’t affect him.

When you finally pulled away, breathless, he rested his forehead against yours, eyes squeezed shut. His grip on you hadn’t loosened.

"I don’t know how to do this," he admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled, hands trailing up his chest, fingers curling into his coat. "Then let me show you. Let me love you"

Your fingers moved slowly, tracing along the edges of his coat before slipping beneath it, palms pressing lightly against his chest. You could feel the steady rhythm of his heart, the way it pounded beneath your touch, betraying every single word he hadn’t spoken.

"You don’t have to run," you murmured, your voice softer now, almost coaxing. "Not from me."

Law exhaled sharply, like he wanted to argue, but no words came.

You let your hands travel higher, up to his shoulders, fingers brushing against the nape of his neck, playing with the dark strands of his hair. He tensed, but he didn’t stop you.

"You act like letting someone in is some kind of weakness," you continued, voice barely above a whisper, your lips brushing the corner of his jaw. "Like it makes you fragile."

His grip on you tightened, but he still didn’t pull away.

"But it doesn’t, Law." Your breath was warm against his skin. "It just makes you human."

His jaw clenched, and you could see the war raging inside him the instinct to retreat, to push you away before you could dig any deeper.

But you weren’t letting him go.

Not now.

"You've already let me in more than you realize," you whispered, pressing a slow, lingering kiss just beneath his ear, feeling the way his breath hitched. "Every time you look at me like I’m something you can’t afford to lose." Another kiss, trailing lower, teasing. "Every time you let me get close, even when you swear you won’t."

You pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, your fingers moving to cup his face, forcing him to look at you, to really see you.

"Let me love you."

The words hung between you, soft but unwavering. A plea, a challenge, a promise.

Law swallowed hard, his throat bobbing, his grip on you still firm, but his resolve was cracking you could see it in the way his eyes darkened, in the way his fingers trembled against your skin. He wanted to push you away. He wanted to tell you this was a mistake.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he stared at you, silent, his breathing uneven. You could feel the hesitation rolling off him in waves, the way he fought against something he had already lost.

Your thumbs brushed against his cheekbones, tracing the faint stubble along his jaw. "You don’t have to say anything," you murmured. "Just don’t pull away."

His breath hitched.

Your hands slid lower, fingertips pressing against the rapid pulse at his throat before trailing down, over the tense muscles of his shoulders, the steady rise and fall of his chest.

"You act like this is something you can control," you whispered, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to the corner of his mouth, barely touching, barely giving him the escape you knew he was searching for. "Like it’s something you can stop just because you’re afraid."

Law’s eyes squeezed shut, his grip tightening at your waist like he was at war with himself. "I don’t know how," he admitted, voice strained, raw.

Your lips ghosted over his again, soft and patient. "Then let me show you."

"You’re reckless," he murmured, his forehead pressing against yours, his voice rough with something unspoken. "You don’t think things through."

You smirked. "And you overthink everything."

His lips twitched, but the tension in his body hadn’t eased. He was still fighting it, still fighting you.

So you pushed further.

Your fingers slipped beneath his coat, past the fabric of his shirt, pressing against warm, taut skin. The contact made him inhale sharply, his whole body tensing, like he wasn’t used to being touched like this, like he didn’t let himself be touched like this.

"You’re not alone in this," you whispered against his lips, your hands moving slowly over the hard planes of his chest, feeling the unsteady rhythm of his heart beneath your palm. "You don’t have to carry it all by yourself."

Law’s grip on you tightened, desperate, conflicted. "You don’t know what you’re asking for," he muttered.

You leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to his lips, not demanding, not taking, just offering.

"Yes, I do."

For a moment, he didn’t move. His breath mingled with yours, his body rigid, like he was still deciding whether to surrender or run.

Law had always kept his distance, always held himself back. Even now, with your hands on him, with your lips still tingling from the bruising press of his, you could feel it - the hesitation, the weight of something he refused to put into words.

You knew what it was.

You saw it in the way he looked at you, in the way his hands shook when they touched you, like he was afraid you’d disappear the second he let himself believe you were real.

Like it happened once before with Cora.

You reached up, brushing a strand of dark hair from his face, your fingertips lingering against his skin. "You think this will end like before," you murmured, your voice steady, unwavering. "Like I’ll be ripped away from you."

His throat bobbed, his fingers flexing against your hips, but he didn’t deny it.

You exhaled softly, sliding your hands up his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your palms. "I’m not leaving, Law."

He closed his eyes for a moment, as if he couldn’t bear to hear it. "You can’t promise that."

Your fingers curled into his shirt, tugging him closer. "I can. And I will." You tilted your head, pressing a lingering kiss just below his jaw, whispering against his skin, "Not now. Not ever."

His breath stuttered, his hands tightening on you.

"If I fall, I’ll take you with me," you promised, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze, your eyes burning with determination. "But tonight, I want something else."

He swallowed, his eyes locked onto yours, searching, waiting.

Your thumb brushed over the inked letters on his fingers, your voice dropping into something softer, something more vulnerable.

"Let me love you," you whispered. "Every part of you."

Law sucked in a breath, his grip on you shaking now. You could feel it that last bit of control, the last bit of restraint holding him back.

For a moment, the world was silent. Just the two of you, standing at the edge of something deeper, something that could destroy you both if you let it.

Then, finally Law exhaled, something breaking inside him.

And this time, when he pulled you in, there was no hesitation.

[angelesca]

the great encounters of xianzhou luofu's haunted house w.c. ~3k

ฅ��•ﻌ•՞ฅ a collection of your four great encounters with a dragon, zombie, lion, and a changeling, and their daily life in your house (your haunted house haha)

dan heng (IL) + zombie!blade + guardianlion!jing yuan + changeling!luocha x gnreader | gang of idiots, 4 crazy guys in your house, they share one brain cell (and its dan heng's), short writings and bullet point headcanons, found family vibes, huo huo as your exorcist, tail is there too ig, chaos everywhere, probs out of character, rushed this for halloween (failed) so quality is questionable

ghosts, heliobi, creatures, and all the like—you have seen what no normal person could. you coined this as a curse of sorts, a coagulation of the corrupted karma from your ancestors, you rationalised. 

you need serious help. under the black quilt of the night sky, tall tales speak of a renowned exorcist. if they are as good as locals say, the days of sleepless nights and hair-pulling frustration will finally be cleansed. 

in the fyxestroll garden, bad omens riddle the place. perhaps it is a promising sign of the exorcists' capabilities, who is unintimated in the territory of their enemies. you reach a pavilion, scanning the people and matching them to your criteria: short girl, green, and… weird tail. 

“uhm,” the ‘weird tail’ was an understatement. “are you huo huo?”

the girl jumps when you tap her shoulder from behind, swinging her fiery tail around as she faces you. “oh!” her mouth shapes into a circle, eyes frantically flitting. “h-how may i help you?” 

“sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you,” you smile, pulling a friendly expression in hopes that it will calm her jittery nerves. “i’ve heard that you deal with exorcisms? i was hoping you could help me with such matters.”

“uhhh, do you know who you are speaking to?” your eyes follow the bouncing of green flames behind huo huo, confused at the sudden third voice. “we are the best in town! you should be on your knees! to even comprehend that you dare approach us-”

huo huo scrambles to hide the boisterous heliobus. “sorry! don’t mind him…” the tail harrumphed, letting her regain control. “w-what ails you to come seek me?” 

“ah, well,” you tap your chin in contemplation. “there’s a lot.”

and so, you begin recounting your haunted days to huo huo.

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐲𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚. what was believed to be an all-mighty species in the past, was reduced to a forgotten folklore.

when you found dan heng, he was lying wounded in an alley like a stray cat. nothing about power or might was portrayed on his face: creased eyebrows, gritted teeth, he clutched onto a bleeding patch by his abdomen.

you took the injured creature to your home, and now, somehow, its his home too. 

distant and quiet at first

when you took interest in your his book, he opened up ever so little – non stop yapping when you engage with his interests

dreams of traversing the universe in a massive space-weaving train

reveals that his nightmares are of a gruesome past. you stay by his side during those nights

you thought he would leave eventually after healing. how come he’s also cooking your meals and cleaning the place? 

you learned the language of his tail: when he’s delighted, it wags like a dog. his tail brushes and wraps lightly around your leg when he is really relaxed

brews crazy bitter coffee – learned from a certain person. wakes you up like a slap to the face

it was another stressful day of work. endless papers and nagging, you were sure your supervisor must have been an enemy of the past who came to haunt you too. 

yet, when you opened the door, the stress seeped out like vapour. after all, you had a dragon in your home. his terrific presence was ovepowering.

“hey, dan heng,” the mythical dragon was reading the latest volume by his favourite author. it was a strange image to wrap your head around in the beginning. as months passed, you grew accustomed to this daily life. “how’s the book?”

dan heng’s tail swished upon seeing you. quickly, he averted his eyes back on the book. “intriguing. it writes in detail of a distant planet covered in snow.”

“oh?” you placed a cushion on the floor, sitting next to him. you yawned, almost unhinging your jaw. “is it… good…?” you were slipping out of your composure, head hanging low, your body close to spilling over the table. sleep was taking you.

dan heng caught your shoulders, saving you from injury. your head was heavy with burden. he lifted some of your weight as he moved your head onto his shoulder, even if only temporarily.

as still as concrete, he dared not to rouse you from your deserved sleep. he has seen your restless days and effort to chase after the unforgiving deadline. it was why he took on your domestic duties, as best as he could, cleaning and cooking to ease some of your responsibilities. 

his tail wrapped around your leg. just as you have been there for his nights, imbibitor lunae would be there for yours too.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐳𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞. languid posture, killer eyes. a jiangshi, was your initial thought, yet he had no affinity for blood. but it was definitely not human.

you were strolling along the xianzhou pier when you bumped against a brooding frame. bowing your head, a wordless apology, you wished for that to be the end of the interaction.

it was only when you were in front of your house door, that you realised it had followed you, lured by your scent, the scent of a vidyadhara. no words, no other action. braindead? perchance. 

when you opened the door, all hell broke loose between the dragon and a zombie.

that zombie went by blade.

theres not a day when dan heng and blade aren't having a go at each other

speaks even less words than dan heng. stares at you whenever he wants something. you’ve more or less learnt how to read him by following his gaze. for example, looking at the door meant he was bored and needed his walkies wanted to go outside

personal guard dog. will accompany you outside and swing his sword at anything threatening. although for blade, the threshold for what counts as threatening is horribly low. good thing normal people can’t see him

not too fond of light. when it is too bright, he trusts your body to block it. e.g. stretching your shirt as if it can hide him inside too

no thought, head empty. forgetful, zombies don't have the best memory

does he not notice the drool on his mouth when he stares at your bare arm? bites you randomly. not painful, though. you are always praying that his bites aren’t infectious like in the stories

sometimes you hear blade’s quiet ramblings. jingliu? maybe a fellow zombie friend. paying a price? maybe he’s in debt

“could you both please stop it already?!” your throat was burning.

“he… started it…!”  the dragon struggled beneath the zombie, who was clawing at his nemesis.

you knew one effective way to stop this. “blade! i’m going for a walk!”

works like magic. blade immediately halted, empty brain firing at the trigger word. with one last sassy side eye at dan heng, he took his rightful place by your side. 

dan heng stared at him, stunned. “what the…you littl-”

you browsed the stalls. a radiant shine caught your attention. it was a pendant made of multicoloured glass beads, hanging on a thread of intertwining rainbows. you held it under the sun, a kaleidoscope of crimson and sable shimmers reflected on your skin. it reminded you of blade. 

without another thought, you purchased it enthusiastically. you turned to blade who stood with his sword in his crossed arms, eyes closed. “blade, let’s go. i have something for you.” you whispered, though most people would believe you were talking to yourself anyways.

blade nodded, eyes half-open. “o…kay…” his fingers tugged onto a corner of your jacket, a preventative measure for getting lost.

you both sat on a bench far removed from watchful eyes. verdant trees hung over you, shading you in camouflage. 

taking the pendant out, you handed it to blade, smiling. “for you.”

“what gives…?” blade questioned, inspecting the gift as if it had evil hidden powers.

“no reason, really,” you watched his careful hands which cradled the pendant. “well, i guess it reminded me of you.”

blade gazed at you. he looked at you and then his pocket. you tried to decipher it; this was one wasn’t in the manual.

he scooped out a golden lump and handed it to you, holding your hand in his. “for you… too…” blade mumbled.

“wait… this is…” you picked up his gift, eyebrows creased. “this is… this is the limited edition ultra rare golden super original one-in-a-billion trashcan figurine! you remembered!” you squealed, excited beyond measure. “how did you even- did you steal this??”

of course he remembered your favourites, however hard it may be for the forgetful blade. when he thought of you, even he, a zombie, could become human again.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧. these pairs of statues were all too common in the streets of xianzhou, a semblance of divine protection and prosperity.

you were on your usual stroll, which happens to attract the worst fates, when you felt a pair of eyes on you. you gulped. the one day you don’t bring blade along, has to be the time where his sword would prove useful.

turning around, you saw a guardian lion statue. wait, did it just tilt its head?

you blinked. that day choked the loudest scream out of you. in front of you was the spirit known as jing yuan.

you opened the door to your house. hell broke another time between a dragon, zombie, and a lion.

in spirit, jing yuan is a lion; by heart, he is a sloth. bro sleeps all day like a cat (though a lion is a big cat). unlike blade, jing yuan loves sleeping in the sun

reliable, wise old spirit. offers you good life lessons.

gently scolds dan heng and blade when they fight, like a father and his children. works 50/50 on blade, but your method has a 100% gacha rate. you become the emergency button.

fluffy mane. works great as a stress reliever (approved)

has a good friend, lightning lord, who comes to hang out

cultivated a garden in the back. plucks the flowers for you.

fondness for children. he did mention having adopted some blue kid once.

“now that i think about it,” you turned to jing yuan who was sluggishly lying on the living room floor, flicking through the tv. “where’s your partner? don’t guardian lions come in pairs?”

jing yuan was chewing on some jerky. “i ate them.”

“huh?” you examined the jerky in his mouth. “surely not…”

jing yuan did not respond, smirking like a mischievous cat. he patted down the space next to him.

you raised an eyebrow before sitting down where he wanted you, legs splayed on the floor. the afternoon sun casted its gaze through your window. it was perfect for a nap.

jing yuan decided just that, taking your lap up on offer. his bountiful mane bundled like wool in your hands as you stroked his head. 

“what if i clone myself? perhaps that can complete the pair.” jing yuan hypothesised, a playful gleam in his eyes.

“you can do that?” you asked curiously.

“why, of course. as a powerful spirit, my abilities are quite extensive. i can even make blade smile with his teeth showing.”

“ah,” the thought was uncanny. “please leave blade alone.”

suddenly, a bulky weight pressed onto you from behind. strong arms draped around your waist, encircling you in a warm embrace. someone or something was nuzzling onto your shoulder.

you looked back and saw jing yuan. you looked in front and saw jing yuan. two. jing. yuans. your brain exploded. “o-oh-”

the original jing yuan studied how your body grew warmer. “if you like it so much, i can keep him here...” he purred.

“i don’t…” you recollected your jumbled thoughts, retraining your breathing. “it’s too many spirits here! one jing yuan is enough.”

original jing yuan grinned. “so that’s your answer.”

clicking his fingers, the original jing yuan sucked in the fake one, like he was drinking a beverage. he rubbed his belly, satisfied, the cat-like smile plastered on his face.

everyday you experience something new. “oh… my god.” 

jing yuan licked his lips. “told you i ate them.”

“did jing yuan just...” dan heng was standing in the doorway, perturbed. a giant shadow loomed behind him. “commit cannibalism...?”

blade charged forward, sword in hand.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. a myth that travelled from the far west, they were also known as shapeshifters.

on your casual walk, and you swore after this you were never leaving the house again, you stopped by a pharmacy. you talked to a blonde man behind the counter and asked for pain relievers.

“uhmm, sorry, who are you talking to?” the assistant was concerned as she approached you.

you pointed at the man in front of you who was chewing on the assistant’s head. “huh? what?”

you did not realise that luocha was a spirit, his human disguise fooling as intended.

blade kicked down your door before you could open it. the changeling struggled against a dragon, a zombie, and a lion. 

the most enigmatic one out of the bunch. even the other spirits are creeped out

occasionally, his neck creaks at impossible angles, bones crunching. recites anything he has absorbed. kinda like a parrot. you get used to it.

the house is cramped so luocha is banished to the basement with his coffin. sometimes sleeps on the living room floor. always tripping over his body. plus, he sleeps with his eyes open

outside of his healing expertise, he has negative common sense in everything else. has probably almost burnt the house down a hundred times, if not for jing yuan’s protection spell. chews on blade’s hair like a horse. dan heng will weaponise an egg in hand when needed

willing to learn the ways of the human. is attached to you as he copies your actions, but is sloppy and clumsy

changeling powers come in handy for espionage. want to change your work days? ask luocha to disguise as your boss and grant seven sundays

will sometimes shapeshift when overwhelmed – like a shut-down response? whose dog is that? why is there an elephant on the toilet?

waking up to another dreadful day, you headed downstairs. luocha rose from the dead like a mummy, arms criss-crossed on his chest. 

your heart leaped. “the living room floor again?! ugh…” it was too early for this.

“good morning, master.” luocha stood up. he bowed, and you cringed hearing his spine break in half.

“uh, you don’t have to call me that.” you scratched your head as luocha reanimated himself back up straight.

luocha scratched his head. “your majesty?” he curtsied, almost tumbling.

“no, that’s worse.” you tilted your head.

he tilted his head. “my honeybear?” 

“what? where did you learn that?” you sighed. “just call me by my name. and please stop breaking your neck already.”

luocha readjusted his twisted neck. “hmm, i see.” 

you walk to the kitchen, roaming for breakfast. luocha marched up to you. “what is the most wondrous one doing anon, languish in posture and darkened eyes, at the crack of the ascending, hopeful dawn, at which hour thee shouldst beest slumbering soundly without a careth?”

you just barely understood him. “making breakfast, wanna help?”

“oh, i see.” luocha’s eyes twinkled. he read about this in the books, the part where the two main characters get closer as they cook together. a domestic activity that touches the hearts of readers as the characters brush hands, sidled close.

grabbing your ingredients, you chopped the tomatoes in slow demonstration for the learning luocha. “here, you try.”

“i see.” luocha takes the knife, his grip questionable as he holds the blade upright like a sword. fear ran cold in your veins as you gulped it down.

“u-uhh, maybe don’t hold it like that- holy sh- luocha you chopped your leg off!!”

“that didn’t work.” luocha calmly reattached his leg like it was just another day.

your lips curved down. “let me see it.” your fingers caress the area when the wound would have manifested. it really did heal.

“i... see…” luocha read about this. the part where the main lead tends to the other’s injuries. was it hurt and comfort? in this scenario, they get closer as their true feelings spill out after almost losing each other. then… they k-k-k-k-k-k-k-ki-kik-kis-kis-kit-kith-

“luocha, why did you turn into an elephant?”

you sigh the weight off your chest after recounting your strange encounters. “so that’s that.”

huo huo’s eyes are distraught. 

“ha! hah! hahahaahaha!” the tail, conveniently named ‘tail’, roars, “how miserable! so, you want us to perform an exorcism? name your price peasant, no lower than a million credits!”

“tail…” huo huo swats at the heliobus. she looks back at you. “if it’s an exorcism… i can place a talisman in your home to w-ward off the yin energy temporarily. i suspect that your overflowing yang energy is… attracting strong spirits.”

“well… that means they won’t come back?”

huo huo tilts her head, pondering the stars. “i guess so,” she notices your scrunched eyebrows. “... are you sure about this? oh! not that i-i’m saying you shouldn't but… you looked happy when you were talking…”

“huh? really?”

“preposterous!” the tail fumes, “you mean that they looked depressed! depressed! why in lan’s name are you turning away good money?!”

you contemplate for a moment. without those four, your days would be quiet, peaceful. isn’t that what you wanted? isn’t that why you came here in the first place?

maybe, you enjoyed your little haunted house more than you thought. 

you sigh, chuckling. your eyes brighten. “thanks, huo huo.”

she nods, smiling at your refreshed confidence. 

the night feels different now. lantern lights dress the streets in a bright fever, like the kindling of fire. was it always this warm under the cold night sky?

you open the door once more. the scene is all too familiar.

“hey dan heng, what book is that- “

“blade, why are you biting the table leg?!” 

“jing yuan, wake up, it’s past evening already!” 

“and luocha… just keep being you, i guess.”

...

...

“hey, did you hear the rumour down by aurum alley?”

“huh? i don’t think so?”

“apparently, people have heard strange sounds coming from a house: bloody screaming, cracking bones, and worse of all, meowing cats!”

“oh? that’s creepy…”

“yeah, they call it 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐱𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐡𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐮𝐨𝐟𝐮!”

a/n: i was supposed to get this out by halloween buuuuut i got lazy can't believe i wrote something more unserious for once in my life but it was pretty good fun! hopefully the change in writing style is not too jarring(?) lemme know who you liked most out of the gang! (´ ω `♡) my fav to write was luocha (and tail)! thanks for reading!🎃

[writingoddess1125]

The Gremlin

Simon Ghost Riley x GNReader

Bored and Sick so quickly wrote this Goofy Shit

never proofread-

Kofi

Masterlist

Simon "Ghost" Riley was not one to talk about his personal life...

• The man was a brick wall with occasional dry jokes that seemed to randomly be blurted out.

• However there is one thing he has mentioned off hand a few times which always caught TF141 ear-

• The Gremlin-

• The first time was when the team was on a stakeout- When a novelty pillow could be seem that their target was lugging around. Simon giving a huff before mumbling-

"The Gremlin would like that.."

• Of course the team asked what the hell was 'The Gremlin'?

• But Just as fast as he had spoken, he had shut up about it once again.

• However he occasionally would mention them-

• Some ankle biting Gremlin that sounded like as much of a blessing as a curse to the LT.

• Everyone assumed it was like a dog or cat-

• Especially since whenever he mentioned them he would often mumble something before he would pocket something random.

• But they were wrong-

• All very very wrong

• It was Kyle of all people who found out about you.

• Having gone to a little novelty store in London- to waste his latest check

• Kyle was only there seeing how they had a new release of some games and Pokémon cards he likes to collect. Having it always best to go to this particular place since Scalpers missed it.

• He hadn't expected for while he was mid shopping and getting his latest price a Sandshrew that he had been eyeing to see his LT standing just across the store from him- with a person next to him??

• A er- Unique person at that? The jumper they were in wasn't the most flattering either seeing how it was well worn and loved-

• Like the crusty pajamas someone would wear at home- Not in a store in London or next to a Military man like Simon

• Who currently had his arms crossed like a big angry bear and lazily looking at you jumping around at a display excitedly.

Simon raised a brow as he looked at whatever the hell had caught your interest this time-

"This is a new one-" He huffed as he raised a brow at your newest little hyperfixation-

"Yeah, I saw it trending on Tumblr and think it's really interesting- That and.. You're not listening are you?-" You deadpan seeing Simon eyes glaze over ever so slightly as he chuckled and shook his head.

"Ya know I don't know about this artsy online sh't-"

A pout going over your lips as you poke a finger on his scarred cheek.

"Yeah and I don't care about Manchester United-"

"Manchester City.. Manchester City not United. There is a differ-" He stopped his mid rant when he saw your shit eating grin at having hit his own little hyperfixation.

"Touché"

The two of you giggle at this as you go back to examine the display case excitedly.

"Why don't you just get it Lov-"

"It's fucking expensive Si"

Rolling his eyes he hands over his wallet to you.

"Take the Card you fucking Gremlin...Get whatever this is-"

• Gaz jaw couldn't help but let his jaw drop a bit as he heard that last little bit-

• THIS WAS 'THE GREMLIN'!?

• The Gremlin was a person..

• Worse yet the Lieutenants spouse-

• After short bickering between you two, You fold and skip off with his wallet to go pay for the things you wanted- Leaving Simon waiting with his arms still crossed and shaking his head with a smirk on his lips

• Gaz who was still in a bit of shock trying to process what he had just saw realized he was still staring..

• Simon felt he was being stared at and caught Gaz who jumped at realizing he was caught.

• The air was now incredibly awkward as Simon looked over Gaz sharply as if trying to figure out why he was there..

•However that question was fairly quickly answered when he looked to his hands.

• Gaz felt his face warm a bit as he saw the man look and seeing the impressive stack of both video games and some Pokémon cards piled up in his basket and a single card in his hand with a plastic sleeve over it.

• Simon stared at Gaz, His face unreadable but his eyes said it all-

'Not a Fucking Word-'

• Gaz gaze a soft nod, shuffling a bit were he stood as he slid to the side to also go pay for his things.

• Feeling Simon watching him like a hawk to make sure Gaz got his shit and left.. Which he did so as fast as possible- and ran out of the store as well.

• Internally he was wanting to rush to the team to tell them about you-

• This crusty ass person who was raiding a novelty store and had the Infamous 'Ghost' at their fingertips

Or

• Keep his lips sealed-

• One of which protected him from suffering the wrath of the man who could probably throw his black ass off a roof without a second though

...

• Yeah fuck that- He's keeping his mouth sealed on this one..

Besides

• Now he has an excuse to go to the Novelty store more and maybe just maybe even make a friend without death included if he was smart...

Only If you like Pokémon cards...

[starhrtz]

( 星辰 ) ﹕ NOW AND FOREVER

pairings : misc!angels x gnreader ✧

content : hint of forbidden love

Cupids can’t fall in love. It’s simply forbidden, a rule that many cupids have abided by for many centuries. It was a rather easy rule to abide by, he’s seen countless humans throughout his job as cupid and none of them has ever caught his eye. Still… every time he had successfully managed to complete his job, a thought would always linger on his mind.

“Falling in love seems nice.”

It wouldn’t hurt to at least try it out once right? As he glanced at the couple in front of him, he let out a sigh. Seriously what was he thinking? Cupids can’t ever fall inlove.

The smells of fresh pastries filled the air as he walked through the bustling streets of the city that he had grown used to, many rushed past him to get to work yet none managed to notice him. Cupids are like ghosts after all until he makes himself known to humans, which he doesn’t do often after all he sees no point when after his job he has to leave the city and go to a new part of teyvat. Yet… why is he still here?

Well it’s because of you.

His task was to make you and the person you like to get together but he can’t find himself to, he knows it’s weird for him to be jealous over a human but the way you smile or the way you do anything really makes his heart flutter and he can’t help but want you to himself. That’s why for the past couple of days he’s been at your home town due to his own selfishness.

Oh no… was he falling in love?

-> kazuha, albedo, venti, dan heng, luke pearce, luocha, luka

[the-whispers-of-death]

hi, Ive been writing and want to post fics in the future and I saw your post about tagging fics correctly. I’m not super knowledgeable on that could you give some examples on how to correctly tag fics? and then especially with dark fics, smut, fluff etc. as well?? sorry if you’ve already posted something about it I couldn’t find it ☺️

I haven't really made a post on how to properly tag posts (I say posts instead of fics because I'm talking strictly about Tumblr writings and not Ao3 works) but I'll do it now!

(NOTE: This post became so long that I'm too lazy to go through fully and edit it. So beware of any typos.)

How to Properly Tag Your Posts:

So I'm assuming that you already know how to tag posts in general. There's a section at the bottom of the post where it says "add tags to help people find your post" and you can just add up to 30 tags.

It's recommended that you at least have five tags, as the first five (I believe it's five, I'm going based off of memory of me seeing that somewhere) are specifically used to push your post out into the Tumblr world for everyone to see. That's not to say you can't use more than five, it's just that five is like the minimum you should use if you want people to see your posts.

Onto how to properly tag your posts.

How To Properly Tag "x reader" Posts:

First, I will be talking about how to properly tag your posts using the example x reader posts (because this issue was the start of this entire thing).

If you're writing with a female reader in mind (ie you use she/her pronouns to refer to the Reader or you use feminine terms ((good girl, wife, girlfriend, waitress, queen))), you should tag your post as female reader. Now there's many different ways you can tag it as female reader:

fem!reader

fem reader

female!reader

female reader

f!reader

f reader

x fem!reader

x female reader

x f!reader

There's also tagging it as "(Character) x female reader" (any of the female reader variations listed above). "(Character)" is just used in place for the character in which the reader is romancing/in a romance with. Just input whatever character is being romanced and voilà!

For example, if you wrote a Simon "Ghost" Riley fic with a female reader, you can tag it: "simon ghost riley x female reader" or "simon ghost riley x fem!reader".

(NOTE: I believe the use of capitalization ((or lack thereof )) is key to posts being tagged correctly and showing up in that specific tag, simply because after posting, any tag that I've had something capitalized is lowercase when posted. I don't know if this truly makes a difference, but I try my best to just do lowercase when tagging anyways.)

Now for any other reader (male reader and gender neutral reader), the same thing applies but with those variation of male reader tags and gender neutral reader tags: male reader, mreader, m!reader, gender neutral reader, gnreader, gn!reader.

How to Properly Tag Dark Fic Posts:

Now tagging for dark fics! Here are the most common tags I see when seeing properly tagged dark fics. (Before I scroll.)

dark fic

darkfic

dead dove

dead dove do not eat

tw: (input whatever trigger here)

cw: (input whatever content warning here)

Not a lot, but again, I don't read a lot of dark fics. I'll expand on trigger warning (tw) and content warning (cw) tags because I know how I worded that might be confusing.

So for example, say you're writing something with stalking. You'd tag it as "tw: stalking" or "cw: stalking". So basically anything you feel like you need to warn readers ahead of time before they go further into the post, you tag it using trigger warning or content warning followed by that thing.

Also, I believe it's good to add content/trigger warnings onto the post itself as well as tagging it with the content/trigger warnings. Just so that those who like dark fics can see what is in the post instead of looking in the tags (if the post is very long and doesn't have a "read more" thing, then a reader will have to scroll all the way down just to see the tags).

How to Properly Tag Smut and Fluff:

And lastly, we'll be talking about to properly tag smut and fluff. (Because there's also a problem in the COD fandom where smut isn't properly tagged.)

When tagging a smutty fic, it's important to not only tag it as smut, but also to tag what you may see in the post. (Similar to dark fics, but you don't have to put tw/cw in the tag.)

Examples of this would be:

tw: smut (I know I said you don't have to put tw/cw, but I do this tag simply just to cover my bases)

smut

bottom reader

bottom male reader

top reader

top male reader

sub reader

sub male reader

dom reader

dom male reader

x bottom reader

x bottom male reader

x top reader

x top male reader

x sub reader

x sub male reader

x dom reader

x dom male reader

(input whatever is being done in the post ((ie: oral)))

I'm going to stop there, because if I continue, the list will be very long and I've covered the gist of it. (Hopefully).

Now, again, I recommend also labeling in the post what's going on in the post, just because I know from personal experience that I don't really check the tags (until I've hit something where I'm like "is this tagged correctly, because this post should fall under my tagging filter) and it's just so nice to know what type of reader (bottom/top or sub/dom) the post is written for.

Now for fluff, it's easier because you can just tag it as "fluff" or "sfw". Not much needs to be done for tagging fluff. You can just tag it as fluff.

Some More Things of Note:

I have two more things to talk about. The first being the "read more" feature.

The "read more" feature can be put on your post when you start a new paragraph/start writing your post, as a whole set of options appear when you make a new paragraph/click on the "type here" when staring writing. (At least on web you can do that. On mobile, the read more feature is down at the bottom, right below where you can enter the tags.)

The "read more" symbol looks like this (and it's the same symbol on both mobile and web):

(Forgive my terrible screenshot abilities.)

Just click that symbol and it'll have a squiggly line with the words "keep reading" in between (and after posting it'll just appear as the words). The reason to use this post is when you have a very long post, as it will help others when they stumble upon your post while searching in a particular tag.

The last thing I wanted to talk about was the content label of post.

You find content label at the bottom right next to post (when you're on the web) or at the top right next to post when you click the meatball menu (when you're on mobile). The default is set to "For Everyone" but you can change it to mature (and select why it's mature, either for sexual themes, violence, or drug and alcohol addiction). Changing the content label of your post to mature can help give an extra security measure in addition to tagging your post.

So say you're writing a dark fic or smut, you can choose to change it to mature for violence (for a dark fic) or change it to mature for sexual themes (for smut). Just toggle on whichever you feel best fits the post and if the reader has that specific content hidden, it'll hide the post.

Anyways, that's all I can think of right now. I hope this post helped you!

(EDIT: I can't believe I wrote this post and forgot to talk about angst! Anyways, I hope whoever asked this is still reading this post, so they can know this answer.

So for angst, I'd follow the same steps for tagging dark fics with the tags being: tw: angst (again just to cover my bases), angst, and then input whatever tw/cw you want.

Again, I'd also label it on post that it has angst and then the content warnings for said angst.)

[cherryredstars]

so I seen your 1k prompt and I wanted to give you this Great idea for your artist Au ? I think but if I’m worng sorry 😞 and I wanted this to be COMPLETELY FLUFF 😭🙏 soooo I couldn’t decide between Miguel to ghost and so I had to chose Miguel (I’m sorry 😞 Miguel is just the black cat while ghost is a black panther) can this be fm or afab reader ? Idk this is just fluff so GN then ?

so like Miguel x artist!GNreader 🫶

and I feel in this one Miguel would come home to see it slightly a mess but to see you sleeping whit your art materials as the canvas is blank and which Miguel is confused usually you be half done with a pic while he out doing his spider man job.

Which can range to 3 week or a month. (But of course you guys called) But Miguel doesn’t worried about it as much as he carry you to your and his bed (after you guys took a shower obviously you didn’t because your were too tired ) and as you guys cuddle together as you ask Miguel if he can help you with something and miguel said yes.. and god how he wished he didn’t ( as a joke. 🥹) and since he’s here it help you ask him if he can pose for the canvas. For a next pic of your collection. And it been like passed 30 min of the first sketch and it going well despite Miguel obviously being tried and annoyed and confused of why he need to stay in this pose in such a long time (reader is just tease him because reader could take a pic of Miguel but doesn’t 😞💓) in which reader she softly laugh at his compliment and thought it was cute and told him that “art take time and it take a lot of time…and I’m almost done with the frist sketch ! Which IS THE ROUGH sketch!” which made Miguel grunted as he repositioned himself again as reader just giggle at how Miguel handled pose. It was sweet of him.

SO IT BEEN A WHILE and after a while 🤭 of tease and Miguel begging for you to show him the finished product of the art pic that took you like 3week of rendering and rendering tiny detail and some More. You show Miguel the art pic and it him staring at snow (since it almost Christmas 😌) while the lighting is hitting his head and his eyes pop and the way that Miguel did a stupid pose and it wasn’t even used (lol reader decided to use Pinterest ☠️) In the art pic kinda pissed him off but not so long obviously when he stare at a beautiful art i that reader made of himself! While snow is falling!

hope you love this AND IF YOU WANT TO MAKE THIS AS GHOST PLS DO 😌😊! but of course his way! (I had to use my artistic brain for this and because Ik art and if I wanted to I could hav e wrote how a true artist room loook like. IT MESSIng but the messing it is the creative the person get 🥹🫶🧐 I think) have a great day cherry!

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Ok you know what? I never thought i would get even here, so what the hell

I'm gonna regret this

REQUESTS OPEN

Things I do:

Ghost x Riot (that's my shit, what can I say)

Soap x Gabi

Price x Heather

Gaz x Diego

Nikolai x Zhar

Any COD men (except Ghost) x FReader, MReader, and I can try GNReader but I promise nothing

Either writing or renders (I currently lack a Rudy or Alex Keller model, and Nikolai is a lookalike)

NSFW except what I'll detail in not do

I can TRY making renders of OCs

Please provide details (prompt, setting etc...) and specify if writing or render

I WON'T DO:

Explicit renders. Suggestive is fine

Non-con, dub-con, underage, kidnapping, yandere, abusive, choking, spitting, etc. There are kinks I'm okay with and partake in, others not.

Ghost x anyone else. Sorry but it's my hiperfixation and i feel weird.

Anything else feel free to ask, inbox and private messages are open

So... bring it on (i'm gonna regret this)

Wake in the morning, to like 80 notis, first thing I see is this

Nah, half must be bots, can't be.

Half a minute later

[teddy-bear-baby]

Their Deadly Flower - Four

A/n: This is probably my second favorite chapter out of what I have written so far. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Also, thank you to everyone who has supported this project of mine so far, it means so much to me.

Pairings: Ghost X GN!Reader, König X GN!Reader

Warnings: None? I think...

Prolog - Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three 

     “Nobody saw.” You playfully smack Ghost’s shoulder as you continue to laugh with Soap. “It’s ok to show you care in ways that don’t involve yelling and cursing.” Ghost’s eyes shift down to yours from where they had been focused on the wall. When you look back into them you find yourself mesmerized by the way they had softened at you under his balaclava. You’re completely lost in them, that need to be near him nearly consuming you. Your heart beats in your ears as the rest of the pub falls away around you. In this moment there’s only you and him, no words need to be exchanged.

     Your staring comes to an end when Soap pats your shoulder. “I’m going for another.” He tilts the bottle at you as you pry your eyes from Ghost’s. “You need one?” You swore the man could drink damn near anyone under the table. He was already on his sixth of the night and was still semi-coherent. You’d kept to a slow pace, having just ordered your third about fifteen minutes ago. You usher him off with a gentle shake of your head. “Suit yourself.” His legs wobble slightly as he moves to stand from his seat next to you.

     You look away from your tipsy friend to glance around the table at the rest of your comrades. The team morale had shifted quite a bit from the unnerving silence in the Humvee a week ago. They all seemed so much more lively now, everything felt right. A content feeling settles in your chest, something you hadn’t felt in a long time. Looking between the men you realize, after two long, long years, you finally feel comfort. Their very presence sparked a warmth within your body that you hadn’t noticed was missing for so long. You finally felt at home, not in any certain place but within the emotional confines of your team.

     With a contented sigh, you stand from your seat. “I think I’m gonna head back. I’ll see you boys tomorrow.” You swiftly make your way to the exit, the cool night air nearly knocking you over as you step through the threshold. The moon shines bright above as you take a moment to appreciate the stars as they twinkle against the dark backdrop of the night sky.

     How was it that something as mundane as the night sky could be so dark, yet so entrancing? It reminded you of a certain set of eyes, ones that were all too familiar. The way they’d stare back at you blankly, bored even. The way they twinkle with the light of the hall's fluorescents. The way they’d slowly shift and show something beautiful, only for the darkness to creep back in much sooner than you’d like. The way they’d stared at you only a few minutes ago sends a shiver down your spine. The way they'd shifted from cold and distracted to warm and welcoming as his gaze fell on you makes your heart flutter.

     Ghost’s masked face flickers through the back of your mind, remembering the wry laughs he’d let slip. The way the two of you would bounce sarcastic remarks back and forth, his eyes lighting up for a brief moment as he’d smile under his mask. Perhaps, somewhere along the way, you’d fallen for the stoic man. Somewhere in those moments when he’d let his walls down, even a little, he’d captured some part of your heart and kept it with him. And only now that you were back with him, were you reconnected to that piece of yourself.

     “You doing alright?” You feel as though your soul leaves your body when the deep voice reaches out into the once-quiet space around you. Your hand shoots up to grab your chest, not bothering to turn around as you hear Ghost’s light chuckle. That deep melodic sound sends shivers down your spine. Heat rises to your face as you listen to him shift behind you. “Why so jumpy?” His hand falls gently onto your shoulder as he moves you to face him. Your muscles threaten to quake at the contact but you shove down the feeling.

     “I’m fine, really.” You huff out as you comply with his motion, turning to face him. “I was just… I was thinking.” Your body threatens to answer that foreign call again, to step forward into his space. 

     He seems more relaxed than you’ve ever seen him. His eyes still hold the chuckle he let slip moments ago as he tilts his head curiously. His hand still sits on your shoulder holding you at arm's length from him. You know he’s silently asking you to go further with your thoughts but you couldn’t just come out and tell him. You couldn’t just say that you’re slowly realizing that you have feelings for him. He’s your lieutenant for fuck sake. On top of that, you’re fairly certain that this man doesn’t know the meaning of the word love. All he knows is good fieldwork and mutual respect.

     You shake the whirlwind of thoughts from your head. “It’s nothing.” You hold in a sigh as you take a step back trying to put distance between the two of you. You feel your heart threatening to leap out of you. That odd, off putting need to touch him claws its way up from your gut, settling heavy in your chest. You wave your hand haphazardly over your shoulder, trying to find an excuse to leave the situation before you act on these rash feelings. “I, um… I’m gonna- you know.” You cringe inwardly at your awkwardness.

     Ghost’s eyes flash with amusement as he watches you fumble over yourself. He gestures in the direction of the base. “I’ll walk you back.” He was just trying to keep you safe, you knew that. The struggle taking place in your mind prevented you from seeing it that way. You squirm under his gaze as more thoughts cross your mind. Ones that would never reach the light of day. 

     “I, um… No, that’s ok.” You stumble over your words attempting to get the lewd images out of your mind. “I think I can make the walk on my own. Thanks though.” You can feel the tension between you growing as you begin to mentally panic. You turn swiftly to walk away, wanting nothing more than to turn back and throw yourself at him. You push and push and push, but that feeling won’t leave. You risk a glance over your shoulder as you take a few more steps away from Ghost.

     His eyes are locked on your retreating form, unblinking. His annoyance shines in them as he takes a few slow strides after you. Your pace picks up as you feel Ghost’s presence inching closer to your backside. A familiar itch works its way into your leg muscles as you increase your pace once more, hoping Ghost will get the message and back off. He doesn’t though, he keeps pace about five feet behind you the entire way back to the base.

     Visions of him chasing you down and pinning you to a wall force themselves to the forefront of your mind. Groaning internally you keep pace hoping to make it to your room before Ghost gets the bright idea to say anything to you. To your surprise he turns off down a separate hallway, likely to get to his room. A sigh escapes you as you round the corner that will take you straight to your room. “Thank god.” Your words come out airy as you reach to open the door. You barely have time to touch the cold doorknob before an unfamiliar voice behind you makes you jump out of your skin.

     “Rough evening?” The voice is thick with what sounds to be a German accent. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” The apology comes out in a breathy mix of words and light laughter, no doubt at the sight of you jumping. 

     As you turn to face the man you recognize his makeshift hood immediately. “Oh, it’s you.” Your brows knit together as you recall he’d ignored your request for his name. You purse your lips as you crane your neck to look up at him, only now realizing how close he was. Your chest flutters as you take in the sheer size of this man. Sure, you’d seen him earlier and he seemed large then. But now that you stood mere feet from him, the absolute enormity of this man hit you like a ton of bricks. “I, uh… I never caught your name.” Your skin crawls as he towers over you. You were certain he wasn’t trying to come off as menacing, but it didn’t stop it from happening. “I’m Iris, by the way.” You put your hand out hoping the small gesture will keep away the odd tension that had enveloped the two of you earlier.

     His eyes flicker in the shadows of his mask, from your face to your hand and back. His hand  comes out slowly to take your much smaller one in a firm but gentle handshake. “Ah, right, Iris.” His voice comes out unsure like he’s testing how it feels in his mouth. He pauses awkwardly, looking to you for confirmation that he’d said it right. You nod, finding it oddly adorable coming from a man of his stature. Your mind drifts from the hesitant look in his eyes to the feeling of his large calloused that still held yours firmly within it. “I’m sorry for the way I acted earlier. I get a bit nervous around other people.” His eyes go wide as they slowly slide to where the two of you were joined. He unfurls his fingers from around your hand, nervously dropping it to his side. Your hand feels oddly cold as you bring it to rest at your side. You force yourself to hold back a laugh as he looks at everything but you. “König.” With a small nod, he turns on his heels and retreats swiftly down the hall.

~~~~~

     It was one word, one single word. Yet somehow it has managed to plague your thoughts for over four days now. You had doubted it was his actual name, probably just a callsign like the one you’d given him. It didn’t matter though, it intrigued you. It picked at your brain as you repeated it over and over again. What did it mean? Of course, you had no way of knowing, you weren’t even completely sure what dialect it came from.

     You’d seen König a few times since he’d introduced himself. Mostly at meal time or just around the halls, but he always made an effort to at least say hello when your paths crossed. You had also bumped into him yesterday while getting in your daily training. Thinking back on it, you’re not sure why you agreed to it, but you wound up on the sparring mat together. You were scared at first that he’d absolutely plow you through the mat, but he was surprisingly gentle with you, playful even. 

     A huff leaves your lips as you refocus on the training you and Soap had taken to this morning. It was Price’s idea, he wanted to be sure you were still at your best, so here you were. “This is bullshit.” You eye Soap as he examines your form from across the sparring mat.

     Soap laughs as he continues sizing you up. “Don’t I know it. Not only do I need to grade your performance, but I also have to be sure not to hurt you in the process.” You don’t miss the sly smile that plays on his lips as he finally charges for you. His arms reach out to grab you as he runs at you. 

     You couldn’t be too upset. After all, it did give you something to focus on. Something that wasn’t a large brooding man with mood swings and a mask. Both König and Ghost had plagued your mind for hours on end. König had piqued your interest just by the pure enigma the man was. He was so large and intimidating, his very presence commanded every space he entered. It was hard to believe a man like that could really be so put off by simply interacting with other humans. It was endearing in a way.

     Ghost, on the other hand, had your mind in a spiral. You wanted so badly to reach out to him, to tell him how you felt. Every time you’d pass in the halls or sit near each other your head would spin. You wanted him with you at all hours of the day. The aura he exuded consumed every piece of you even when he wasn’t near. Even now, while you are alone with Soap, not another soul in sight, you can feel him. In your thoughts, his voice repeats your name over and over, a siren’s call beckoning you to come and find him. But you don’t. You push it down and focus on the task at hand.

     A hearty laugh bursts from your throat as you easily roll out of the way. “Please, you’re more likely to get bitten by a shark on dry land than are to catch me, let alone hurt me.” Your feet are swift and graceful as you move to avoid another one of his advances. “I kept up on my training for the whole two years I was gone.” You chuckle as you watch him trip over his own feet. 

     He huffs out a laugh as he steadies himself again. “You’re a fast little shit, I’ll give you that.” He smiles but doesn’t make any move to charge at you again. “I’m getting a hold on the way you move though. I’m not going to hold back anymore, I have every intent to take you to the mat. Consider that your warning.” He rolls his shoulders as he lowers his stance, staring you down like prey.

     Your body instinctively moves into a more defensive stance as you ready yourself for the oncoming assault. “Come on then Suds.” You laugh at the glare he sends your way. “Bring it.” Your hands move in a ‘come here’ motion.

     “Oh, now you’re gonna get it.” His voice lilts with a playful growl as he strikes out at you. His movements are faster this time, you still avoid them but only narrowly. You block every hit as it comes flying at you. Your body reacts mostly on its own as the two of you dance across the soft flooring. You lose count of how many times the two of you had made rounds through the room. He chased and swung while you expertly avoided every one of his attempts at you. Your body jittered with adrenaline as your mind raced, knowing it was only a matter of time before one of you got tired and slipped up. 

     The room remained completely silent as you began the cycle over again. He lunges for you, your feet carry you out of his reach to another corner of the mat. He swings, your body maneuvers away from the attack as your arm comes up to deflect it. As you round to the third corner of the mat you notice that two large dark figures linger in the doorway. The moment of pause this gives you allows Soap the upper hand. Taking hold of your momentary lapse in focus he charges, grabbing hold of your middle and manhandling you face down into the floor. He straddles the back of your thighs as you shoot an accusing glare at the two figures standing in the doorway. 

     Your eyes flicker between the figures. There with his arms crossed and a mildly amused look in his eyes, stands Ghost. His ever-present mask seems to mock you in your current position. The second figure nearly makes you do a double take. König stands over Ghost’s shoulder as he too stares at you from under his hood.

      Soap’s voice cuts through the silence. “You really shouldn’t let yourself get distracted like that.” His breathing is still harsh from the chase you’d given, and you can’t help but think his words are mildly poetic. “That’s how you end up injured, or worse, dead.” 

     You laugh to yourself as you soak in his words, ready to make him eat them. Your body moves faster than he can react. With your palms flat against the mat, you slide your left leg up the side of your body, releasing it from its previous confines between Soap’s legs. You kick it backward with all the force you can muster and your palms dig into the mat, twisting your upper body to follow your leg through its motions. Using the momentum you gain, you manage to throw Soap onto his side. Now, it’s your turn to take advantage of his hesitation. You jump onto his now prone form and force his face into the mat as you straddle his hips and, for good measure, you pin his right arm behind him. 

     You snicker, repeating his words back to him in a mocking tone as a small groan escapes his lips. “Give up, Soap. This little game of cat and mouse is over.” He growls in disapproval and squirms in an attempt to get you off of him. 

     “Give up MacTavish, Iris got you.” Ghost’s amused voice reverberates through the room, as Soap taps his free hand twice on the mat. You lift yourself off of him and step to the side offering him a hand up. Ghost gives you a small approving nod. “Good work, Iris.” Warmth settles In your chest at his words. Butterflies kick up a fuss in your stomach as the magnetic feeling returns, pulling you a step closer to him.

     “A lot of power in a small package,” König states, still standing behind Ghost. “Quite a useful commodity.” You take his words as a compliment and sidle up to the two large men.

     “I’d say I passed this little test of skills.” You smile up at them as you make a move to pass through the doorway. You were overly ready for a shower and lunch. Your body is sore from the extensive training exercise. You’re confused when Ghost doesn’t move from the doorway, nearly causing you to bump into him.

     “Not so fast, you two. No break time yet, Captain’s got us all heading into a meeting.” Ghost’s eyes meet yours as you start to protest. Your voice dies in your throat at the sharp look he gives you. “It’s mandatory.”

     “Yes, Lieutenant.” Yours and Soap’s voices sound off in unison with the same annoyed and mocking tone. You both sounded like schoolchildren who’d been lectured about not missing class again. Reluctantly, the two of you follow behind Ghost and König, mocking each other and bickering the whole way to the meeting room, gaining the occasional curious glance from König and an annoyed glare from Ghost. Only when you knew you were in earshot of the meeting room did you and Soap begin conducting yourselves like responsible adults. Straightening your shoulders and walking with purpose even if you were still in your sweaty workout clothes.

     Upon entering the room, you’re met with a few unfamiliar faces alongside Price and Gaz. Soap, Ghost, and yourself gravitated to the left side of the room, joining your two comrades who already stood there. König on the other hand joined the others on the right side of the table. Confusion ebbed at the back of your mind as you stared at König.

     Price spoke before your curiosity could get the best of you. “I take it, with the smell and all, training went well?” 

     Soap glances over at you then back to Price with a mildly unimpressed, “Eeh.” He shrugs as he turns his full attention back to you. “I’ve fought tougher adversaries.” His mouth twitches slightly as he attempts to hold back a grin.

     A small but sweet smile plasters itself across your face, eyes never leaving his. “I’m surprised you can pronounce words that long. Honestly, Johnny, that’s impressive.” 

     Ghost steps between the two of you. “Enough. Both of you.” He sounds like an annoyed father trying to keep his children in line. The look in his eyes on the other hand tells you he’s ready to choke the life out of you both. “Training went well.” He turns his attention to Price who stands there with an amused look on his face. “From what I saw, I firmly believe that Iris is ready to rejoin the team out in the field.”

     With an approving nod, Price moves forward with the briefing. “141 meet KorTac.” His hand gesture from your team across the table to where the other group stood. “KorTac, 141. Be nice and try to get along. We're all in for a bumpy ride together.”

Chapter Five

[d0youc0py]

Simon had deep scowl lines between his brows from being forced out of his home and into the world. He watched you move around the room with gloomy hazel eyes. He never understood it. How easy it seemed for you to be away from him. Even now after he had just gotten back from a mission two days ago, you already pulled yourself away from him like you barely knew him. Your eyes sparkled as you talked animatedly with your friends across the room.

If it was up to Simon the two of you would be dead to the world. Curled up under a thick quilt as the rain pattered against the window. The room would be completely dark and quiet, except for your soft snores as you buried yourself as close to him as you could get. He would be so happy. Just the thought of it made his muscles relax. That was short lived as a hand smacked itself against his shoulder.

“Right Simon?” Soap’s words slowly reached his brain. Apparently he had been part of a conversation he didn’t even know was happening. This is why he needed to be home. His brain was foggy. The people at his table waited for a response and he simply grunted and nodded his head, hoping he didn’t agree to something too terrible. They seemed content and went on with their conversation. Simon’s eyes fled back up to where you were before, only to find you missing. His trained eyes scanned around the room easily finding that you and your friends had moved the conversation to the patio. He shifted forward in his seat as new recruit came up to you with a wide smile on his stupid face. The recruit was training to possibly be on the 141 team and the fact Simon couldn’t even remember his name showed how well that was going. Simon waited patiently for those pretty eyes of yours to find him and silently beg him to remove the stranger from your area. Yet that never came. Instead he was faced with teary e/c eyes. Your chin had a wobble in it and he could practically feel the heat radiating off your body all the way from his seat.

His blood ran cold.

He was hot on your trail following you down the hallway and into the laundry room. “I need a minute.” You requested trying to shut the door behind you. A strong hand quickly stopped it.

“What’d he say to you?” Simon demanded. The same hand that stopped the door grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him, swiftly using his foot to shut the door behind him.

“Simon please.” You urged. His skin crawled. You never called him Simon. It was always ‘Si’ when you were happy with him or Simon Riley if you were mad at him. Never just Simon. You tugged yourself away from him backing into the washer.

“Sweetheart.” Simon urged back. He quickly broke the distance between you again resting his hand on the back of your head. You instinctively pressed your head against him, your body so use to seeking comfort from him. You stopped yourself- but didn’t pull away. “Talk to me please.”

“He”- you cut yourself off a fat tear rolling down your cheek. It was quickly swept away. “He asked me about you.” Your voice was quiet. Simon gently squeezed the back of your head pleading for you to continue. “He asked if all the rumors were true.” Your glossy eyes met his for a moment. Your eyes felt more comfortable staring at his broad chest.

“Sweetheart.” Simon sighed. He sighed in relief. “You can’t believe what you hear.” His thumbs rubbed your hips gently.

“He said you were buried alive and had to use someones leg to dig your way out.” His veins that were just starting to heat up froze over. His eyes were wide. The way his breath trembled gave him away. “Oh my god.” You whispered. “It’s true isn’t it?” You sputtered. “I can’t believe you kept that from me! That’s not something you hide from the person you say you want to spend the rest of your life with. Don’t you think I have the right to know?”

“No you don’t.” Simon said firmly. Your lips parted in shock. It’s true Simon wasn’t an open book. You had been together for two years before he even mentioned he had a family at one point. It took another year for you to piece his early life together, then once he realized you were here for the long haul things flowed from him easier. There were two things that he swore to never tell you though: his time in Mexico and how good he really was at his job. “You aren’t entitled to know anything about that.”

“Oh so those nights when you wake up in a cold sweat and I have to spend an hour talking you down make me not worthy of knowing something like that.” You spat. His heart constricted. His hands fled from your hips. The back of his hand rested against his lips and he desperately wished he had something to cover his face with.

“I never asked you to do that.” He spat back. His voice quivered- a rarity. His hand stayed pressed against his lips, his other pulled at the rolled up sleeves of his black button up.

“You’re missing my point. If I knew what was bothering you it would make it easier to help you.”

“I don’t want your help!” You jumped at his volume and he quickly quieted himself down. “I don’t tell you things about me so you can fix them. I tell you because”- He trailed off. He suddenly became all too aware of his surroundings.

“Because why?” You pressed. Your heart panged in your chest as you took in the sight of him. It was abnormal to see the mighty Simon Riley flustered- actually you think you’re the only person who had. Regret started to gnaw at your being. You had been selfish and harsh. You slowly brought your hand up and removed his hand from his face, tangling your fingers with his. Your other hand gently traced the veins on his forearm. The heave in his chest simmered and he leaned into you. “Because why?” You repeated softly.

“For the longest time”- He trailed off again. You pushed down your impatience and gave his hand a squeeze. “I thought the things that have happened to me and the things that I’ve done made me”-

He couldn’t find the right word.

“Unlovable.” You found it for him. His eyes flickered to yours, relief replaced the hurt in his hazel eyes, then slowly love crept its way in. You always managed to take the tangled yarn ball of emotions in his chest and give them a name. He nodded his head in agreement.

“Yet when I told you things about myself you just seemed to like me more.” He sighed. He removed his hand from yours and cupped your face making sure you looked up at him. “Please understand that there are still some things that I’m not ready to tell you about. Things that I can barely think about. It doesn’t mean I won’t ever tell you, just not yet.”

“Okay.” You whispered. You leaned up and he quickly met you in the middle pressing a firm kiss against your lips. His big hand patted your backside making you erupt in a fit of giggles against him. Just as you were exiting the laundry room Simon grabbed your hand and pulled you back to him.

“And I want you to go back out there and tell that rookie it was a jaw- not a leg.” He requested.

[wwaheoh]

“Making Lunch For Them” - Victoria Housekeeping x gnReader (Platonic)

Alexandrina Sebastiane, Corin Wickes, Ellen Joe, Von Lycaon

a/n: was hunger bungers when writing this

You had been pretty steadily acclimating to your new part-time job at Victoria Housekeeping. It was pretty fun! Apart from the whole “fighting Hollows” on the side- but with your high Ether Aptitude and company sponsored martial arts classes, even the fighting from time to time became enjoyable.

Your coworkers were all very kind. The elegant and warm Mr. Lycaon, your employer, who always aimed to uplift you and never showed any sort of malice or anger whenever you messed up or were unfamiliar with a task. The graceful, gentle Ms. Sebastiane, your senior, was always so nice to you and gave you tips and advice whenever you asked, even offering to cook you food sometime! You haven’t taken her up on her offer yet, but seeing as how well she does the rest of her duties, you could only imagine how great her cooking tastes! There was Ms. Corin, a timid girl who always undervalued her skills- even if truthfully, they were contrary to how she described them. And Ellen Joe, who was also part-timing while attending school. She tended to sleep pretty often, though it made sense, juggling education, work, and maintaining social lives.

They were incredibly helpful and as you became more comfortable around them, you wanted to show your appreciation to them. It took a while, having to subtly probe for information while not giving yourself away. Thankfully after a few questions it was easy to figure out if they had any allergies or favorite foods.

On a weekend, you rose early before your shift began, pulling ingredients from the fridge and starting up the music from your phone. Recipes written down and tweaked to fit their preferences.

After a few hours, you added the finishers and promptly put the food into storage, lunch boxes with Halloween icon stickers slapped on. Frankenstein, a shark, ghosts, and a werewolf.

Taking a shower, you donned your work attire and made your way to the location of the job for today, something not too difficult, just some cleaning and guarding the premises, the usual. Now was the time to deliver your gifts!

Carrying the lunch box with the Frankenstein sticker, you made your way through the premises to find the first victim of your gifts, Corin! You knew she was nearest to where you were stationed- and after a few minutes you found her. Turning the corner, you found the soft green-haired maid cleaning up a vase with a brush.

Approaching from behind, you called out to her, “Corin! There you are!” “Ahh!” She yelled, nearly dropping the vase before quickly getting a handle of it and setting it down before turning to you. “Ah, sorry! Didn’t know you had something in your hands.” You apologized, knowing how the maid was a little accident-prone.

“It’s fine! Uhm, what did you need?” To answer that question, you lifted up the lunch box, “I made some lunch for you all, to show my appreciation!” “Oh! That’s so nice of you, but I didn’t really do much…” “Ah c’mon! You’ve done a lot! You’ve really helped me get used to this job and are a role model!” “Oh that’s so nice to hear…” She shrinked into herself, thankfully not out of negativity but basking in your compliment, a slight giggle escaping her. “Uhm, well thank you! I can’t wait to eat it!” “Hope you enjoy it!”

With that she took her lunch, taking the lunchbox with her to a nearby suitable dining area and opening up the lunchbox.

Inside were some of her favorite foods! Small decorations and a smell that was heavenly. It wasn’t heavy- seeing as she was still on the job, a perfect portion! Her heart wobbled, thinking of how kind you were to offer your cooking to her, she was going to enjoy it for sure!

Shark-stickered lunchbox in hand, you looked through the premises, before finding the shark-girl resting her arm on one of the shelves as she dusted them off. A lollipop in her mouth as usual to help keep her up.

Just as you rounded the corner, it seemed like she already knew you were in the room. Turning towards you, she nodded as greetings, “Yo.”

“Hey Ellen!” You lifted one of the lunchboxes up and towards her. “I made lunch for everyone!” She was surprised, touched that you went through the lengths. Gladly, she took the lunch box and opened it up, chuckling, much to your confusion and worry, as she did.

“So that’s why you were asking all those questions.” “Oh! I thought I was pretty subtle about it…” “You call that subtle? Well you pretty much got it perfect, was feeling pretty tired- this should help!” Pleased to have gotten the food right, you waved your goodbyes, “I’m gonna go deliver the rest to the others!” “Seeya!” She waved back.

Going over to a nearby suitable dining area, she set the lunchbox down and opened up, the familiar smell of her favorite food filling her nose. With a giddy feeling, she dug in, already feeling her energy coming back.

With a lunch box decorated with ghost-themed stickers in hand, you made your way through the halls of the premises and to where Ms. Sebastiane was directed to maintain. You wandered back and forth, confused from not being able to find her before feeling a light grip on your shoulder. “Boo.” A silky voice whispered into your ear, an audible smile in her voice. Turning, you nearly let out a yelp- only a small one escaping you, before realizing who the hand that was on your shoulder belonged to. The very person you were looking for.

“Ah! Miss Sebastiane! I was looking for you!” She nodded as you had quickly recovered from the surprise, “Mhm, what was it dear?” “I uh, I made something for everyone! You all have been really nice and I wanted to make something to show my appreciation!” Pulling the lunchbox out, you hand your senior the box.

Taking it with a grateful smile, she opens it up, the familiar smell of her favorite food filling her senses. A small chuckle leaves her, “So that’s why you’ve been asking all those questions…” “Oh, I thought I was pretty subtle about it…” “Don’t worry, we don’t deal in undercover work apart from what you already know.” Closing the lunchbox, she drifted close and embraced you. “Thank you, it looks wonderful!” You returned the embrace, after a few seconds the two of you let go and she drifted back. “I’m going to go deliver the last of the lunch boxes I prepared!” She nodded, bidding you adieu as you left.

She made her way to a suitable dining area, softly settling herself and the lunchbox down. Opening it up and preparing the utensils, she took a bite of what you had made for her. While she usually projected gracefulness and a soft professionalism, she could not stop the squeal of delight and the smiles brought from the gift.

Going over to where Mr. Lycaon was stationed with the final lunchbox, stickers of wolves decorating the case, you rounded the corner and found the boss of Victoria Housekeeping pretty easily, with him being vacuuming.

“Uh, sir!” You spoke over the loud fans inside the vacuum he was holding, with him quickly noticing you and turning it off. “How may I be of assistance?” His rumbly voice spoke in the now quiet room. “Well sir, I brought lunch!” You both approached each other, meeting in the middle as you handed the lunch box over to him, with him gratefully accepting the gift. “It smells wonderful, I imagine this is why you’ve been inquiring so much about everyone’s tastes?” “Ah- yes sir! Though I believed I was subtle about my information gathering…” “Haha, it’s of no concern. I thank you for this meal, you must give me the recipe some time!” “Of course sir! I have it written down somewhere at home, I’ll get it to you as soon as I can!”

With that, you bid each other farewell for now, with you going to where you had been stationed and beginning your shift properly. Lycaon on the other hand had decided that now was a perfect time for a break, finding himself somewhere suitable to dine before cracking the lunchbox open once more and enjoying what you had made. It was incredibly well made, making him wish he could have seconds. Alas, as he licked his snout and attempted to get his tail under control, he hoped to try more of your cooking.

[alwayssassydreamer]

Mirror, Mirror

A/N: my experiment at writing "new" chatacters continues the idea for this came from a good friend - so if it sucks it's her fault 😅 it got way longer than planned and i don't know why i did that but yeah...oh and i kind of "ignored" the extreme size difference so Kata is tall but not like super duper giant tall

Part of Mimi's Nightmares

Speak to me, sing to me, bare your soul to me Step through the mirror, join me inside Run to me, stay with me, till eternity Show me the face that you hide

Plot: you see a man in your mirror who haunts you even in your dreams until one day you feel like he reaches through

Warnings: use of Y/N (once), "horror", Kata is a Demon, i have no idea what to put here it's kinda a gothic romance story maybe, Modern AU

Characters: Demon!Katakuri x GnReader

Your life had been more or less fine, you had a decent job that got the bills paid and more, your apartment was cozy, your car had been running for 3 months without anything breaking or needing to be replaced - which was a fucking miracle - and the only thing that might have been missing was a partner but it was okay for you. You liked to refer to your single life as being "free".

Though deep down you often felt lonely but you always drowned that small traitorous thought with something else.

You stood in your bathroom brushing your teeth, from outside you could here some game show from your tv. Just as you spit out and got back up you saw a man in the mirror.

"The fuck" you shouted jumping and instinctively looking over your shoulder - nothing.

You turned back to stare at the mirror - nothing either.

You cocked a brow and kept staring at the mirror before you sighed.

"Oh god so stupid" you said laughing. You had probably been imagining it - too little sleep and too many "bloody mary" videos on youtube.

You turned off the bathroom light and shuffled into the living room. The game show host on the TV was laughing too hard, like someone had told a joke that wasn’t funny. You grabbed the remote and clicked it off. The sudden silence made your apartment feel hollow.

Still, you shrugged it off. Just tired.

You went to bed.

The next night, it happened again.

You were flossing this time and when you glanced up, he was there again. Only this time, he didn’t vanish.

He was watching you. Big. Still. The kind of man that made you think of ancient statues: too massive, too still, too real. His mouth was hidden under a scarf that rippled as if caught in a breeze you couldn’t feel. His eyes locked with yours like he was staring through the glass and into you.

You blinked.

He didn’t.

The floss slipped from your hands.

You turned around again, nothing, of course, but your hands were trembling now. When you looked back at the mirror, he was gone.

But the surface was fogged up.

You hadn’t taken a hot shower.

And five long indents had appeared in the condensation, dragging slowly downward like the mark of fingers from the other side.

You touched the glass to try to rub the marks away but nothing changed and the moment you touched the glass it felt extraordinary cold. Sure glass was cold but that one was almost too cold.

"Okay you know what who needs mirrors, maybe....yeah I maybe I just put a towel over it." You said to yourself as you reached for the biggest towel you had and drapped it over the mirror even taping it so it couldn't fall off.

"Yeah nothing out of the ordinary a lot of people hide their mirrors" you told yourself trying to convince yourself that you had seen nothing, that there was no man in the mirror that left marks on the glass - from the inside.

You went to bed and decided to sleep with the light and the tv on. Not because you were scared.....no of course not.....ghosts or men living in a mirror weren’t real right? Right?

You groaned as you crawled into bed and pulled the sheets up despite the night being kinda warm. After staying awake for what felt like hours sleep finally overtook you the dream you had though was far from comforting or sweet.

You were standing in your bathroom again.

Only it wasn’t your bathroom.

The walls stretched too tall, the tiles too slick, too dark - like obsidian. The light flickered overhead, casting sharp shadows in impossible directions. The mirror, that mirror, stood bare, the towel gone.

Your feet moved on their own. You approached.

You didn’t want to look, but your body didn’t care.

And there he was again.

But this time, he moved.

He raised a hand, long fingers wrapped in dark fabric, too big for a human man. He pressed it to the glass. You stopped just a breath away, your heart slamming against your ribs like it wanted out.

“Why do you hide me?” a deep voice rumbled, not aloud, but inside your head. It was calm. Curious.

His eye glowed faintly, red in the dimness.

You couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.

The glass began to bend, like water, rippling outward from where his hand pressed. His fingers sank into it. Then his wrist. Then his arm. His entire form began to emerge, slow and fluid, like the mirror was birthing him.

“I see you every night,” he whispered. “I wait.”

You backed up. Your heels hit the edge of the tub, you fell, scrambled, your voice caught in your throat as the man stepped fully through the mirror, towering and silent. His scarf fluttered unnaturally despite no breeze. His silhouette was massive. Wrong.

You opened your mouth to scream—

And woke up.

You shot upright in bed, drenched in sweat. Your sheets clung to you, the TV screen frozen on static.

Across the room, the bathroom door stood slightly ajar.

The towel you taped?

Crumpled on the floor.

And the mirror was bare.

After that night you took the mirror down and turned it around and used your phone to do your hair, make up and all that stuff. But it didn’t help.

You began seeing him on every reflecting surface no matter where no matter what and soon your whole apartment was covered in towels, blankets and cardboards or papers. But even that didn't help because then you began hearing his voice.

It started soft.

Barely a whisper, like a thought that wasn’t yours.

When you brushed your teeth: “You looked better yesterday.”

When you washed your hands: “I miss seeing your eyes.”

When you closed the fridge: “Don’t you want to look at me again?”

You started turning off anything reflective - TV screens, phones, even utensils that caught too much light. But he was still there. Sometimes, in the reflection of your pupils in the bathroom selfie camera, you could just make out the shape of his scarf.

You stopped going to work.

You stopped going out altogether.

And then… the voice changed.

It grew clearer. Closer.

“You tried to erase me. Hide me. Why?”

“I was content to watch, but you made me feel ignored.”

“I want to be seen. I want you.”

He was everywhere now. Reflections in windows you passed. In puddles outside. In the shine of your kettle. Sometimes, even in your dreams, he stood at the foot of your bed, never blinking, waiting for you to invite him in.

One night, after days of this torment, you cracked.

You tore the towel off the mirror and screamed, “What the hell do you want from me?!”

Silence.

Then, his figure appeared—clearer than ever. Tall. Sharp. Broad-shouldered. His lone eye glowing beneath his scarf.

And he answered.

“I want freedom.” He tilted his head, like a dog studying a wounded thing. “And I want you.”

You stumbled back. “Freedom? I—I don’t know how to—”

“You already opened the door, little mirror. The moment you looked.”

Your lights flickered.

The mirror began to ripple again.

And his hand reached out, fingers brushing the air just past the glass.

Then—

You woke up.

Except this time… you weren’t in bed.

You were kneeling in front of the mirror. The towel at your feet. Your hand flat against the glass, mirroring his.

He was smiling, the scarf around his neck gone to reveal a scarred mouth and sharp teeth yet it didn't scare you the way it should have.

Suddenly you felt it - his hand it started to wrap around yours. No this couldn't be it was just a dream, no imagination or hallucination. He wasn’t real this wasn’t real.

You couldn’t.....his fingers had fully wrapped around your hand and your hand.....it was no longer on the mirror glass no it was inside the mirror. You tried to pull at it but he tightened his grip.

"No! Don't!" you yelled frantically.

His hand - his real, solid, warm hand - tightened around yours like a vice, yet it didn’t hurt. It was firm, possessive, like he was afraid you’d vanish. The mirror rippled around your wrist, swallowing your skin with a liquid shimmer that defied all logic.

Your breath hitched.

“No! What are you doing? Let go of me!” you shouted, yanking back as panic took full control.

But he didn’t let go.

His eye narrowed slightly, not with malice—but with longing.

“I’ve waited too long to lose you now,” he said, voice velvet-dark and quiet. “You saw me when no one else ever did. You called me forth.”

“I didn’t mean to!” you snapped. “I never wanted this—whatever this is!”

“You wanted to be seen,” he murmured, leaning closer to the barrier. His breath didn’t fog the mirror, it darkened it. “You whispered it every night, even when you didn’t say it aloud. I only answered.”

You shook your head, eyes wide with disbelief as your arm slid further in. You could feel his world, cold air, static and wrong, brushing along your skin. “This isn’t fair—this isn’t real!”

His brow furrowed slightly. That ever-present scarf fluttered, and for a brief moment you saw the barest glimpse of a scar at the corner of his lips—something human beneath all the terror.

“I was not made to be real,” he said, almost sorrowfully. “But you... you changed that.”

Then, softer. “Come with me.”

You froze.

“Come into my world. You won’t be alone. I’ll give you everything. No more hiding. No more being overlooked. You’ll be mine, and I’ll be yours. Forever.”

The grip around your hand loosened slightly not letting go, but giving you a choice.

“Step through,” he whispered. “Or walk away. But if you leave me now, I will never appear to you again. I will vanish from every mirror, every dream, every reflection. I will not haunt you. I will not love you.”

The glass cooled. Still. The silence between your heartbeats stretched.

You looked at him really looked at him and even with his scarf gone and his scarred mouth and sharp teeth you felt less and less scared of him. But could you step through, and moreover what did that mean for you.

"I will not love you" those words they were spoken so real almost painful as if he feared you would decide to walk away. Your heart ached you were torn between fear, curiosity and a strange ache inside you

You stared into his eye, deep, scarlet, endless, and for the first time, you didn’t see a monster.

You saw loneliness.

Eons of it. Years, maybe centuries, spent behind glass, whispering to no one, watching people live lives he could never touch. He didn’t beg. He didn’t demand. He offered choice, even knowing what it might cost him.

The scarf had slipped entirely. His mouth was scarred, his teeth sharp—but his expression wasn’t cruel. It was vulnerable in its own terrible way. He was not human. You knew that. And yet…

You were tired too. Tired of being alone in rooms that echoed. Tired of being seen, but never truly understood.

And that ache in your chest - it pulsed louder now, synchronized with the way he held your hand. Gentle. Waiting.

“I…” you whispered, eyes searching his face, “If I step through… what happens to me?”

His gaze softened, and his fingers caressed the back of your hand like silk.

“You will change,” he said simply. “You will not be what you were. But you will be known. Loved. Kept safe. No more mirrors between us.”

His thumb traced over your knuckles, reverent. “But you’ll never return to your world. You’ll be mine. Entirely.”

You trembled. You should’ve been terrified. But instead, you whispered:

“…And you’ll be mine?”

A pause.

“Forever.”

You swallowed hard, chest tight.

There was the door.

And he was the key.

You took a single step closer.

You took a deep breath your body grazing the mirror and part of you teethering between both worlds.

"I don't even know your name" you said softly so close now that he could have pulled you inside if he wanted to

His expression shifted, barely, a twitch at the corner of his scarred mouth, as if your words struck something deep within him.

The glass between you pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat.

“You’re the first to ask,” he said, voice quieter now, almost reverent. “The others screamed. Cursed. Prayed.”

His hand, still holding yours, rose to your cheek, fingers gliding through the rippling barrier like water. Cold, but not cruel.

“I had no need for a name before you,” he murmured. “But if it is a name you want… then I will give it to you.”

He leaned forward. His lips nearly touched the mirror, nearly touched yours.

“…Katakuri,” he whispered, and though his name sounded strange in your world, it felt right in your bones. Familiar, like a memory that wasn’t yours. “You may call me that. Or anything you wish… if you stay.”

He paused. “And you—what shall I call you little mirror?”

You stood there, suspended between two realities, your breath fogging the mirror that refused to stay cold.

Your name on his tongue. Your hand in his. His world reaching out to swallow you whole.

And still… you had not yet stepped through nor had he forcefully pulled you through.

"Y/N but you can keep calling me little mirror" you answered softly still on the edge between both worlds.

His eye softened at your name but even more as you allowed him to keep calling you "little mirror", like it was something sacred, something he had etch into every surface of his mirrored prison if it meant keeping you close.

“Little mirror it will be,” he repeated, slow and deliberate, tasting it like a vow.

Then he leaned in, his forehead brushing the glass, no, not the glass, your forehead, as if the barrier no longer dared to separate you.

And he whispered, voice like velvet and winter rain.

“I have watched you for so long… even when you didn't know me. I’ve memorized the way you sigh when you’re tired, the way your smile fades just before it fully forms… You think you're invisible in your world, but to me, you’ve always been the only one.”

Your heart clenched, breath caught in your throat.

“I would burn through every reflection, shatter every mirror, just to hold you without glass between us,” he murmured, voice aching. “Let me show you what it means to be wanted. Truly wanted. Not as a fantasy… but as a soul worth worshipping.”

You swayed toward him, the space between you no longer clear where one world ended and the other began.

“Say yes, little mirror,” he breathed. “And be mine.”

And this time… You didn’t step away.

You stepped through.

The moment your whole body had slipped through the mirror behind you seemed to close off and it was clear you weren't getting out of here again. But part of you didn't mind.

Katakuri was even taller than you expected and the mirror world was - strange, wide, a bit cold and most importantly lonely. You looked up at him smiling warmly.

"You've been here all alone? And i always thought i was lonely" you observed heart aching at the thought of him.

Katakuri stood still for a moment, as if stunned by your presence - your real presence - in his world.

No longer a fleeting image. No longer a shadow behind glass.

His crimson eyes met yours, wide and reverent, and he reached out as if afraid you’d vanish if he moved too fast. His hand gently brushed your cheek again, warmer now, the barrier gone and you felt it - the trembling in his fingers, the way he held his breath like this was a dream he didn’t want to wake from.

When you spoke, he lowered his head slightly, shame flickering across his scarred face.

“I have always been alone,” he admitted. “My world was built from echoes and silence. I learned every crack in the glass, every corner of this hollow place… but none of it ever saw me.”

He looked down at you then, really looked. “Until you.”

Your smile warmed him in a way no fire ever could.

“I used to envy the people in your world,” he continued. “They passed by without fear, without knowing how precious their voices were, their warmth, their freedom. I hated them… and pitied myself.”

He stepped closer, and this time his arms wrapped around you with care, massive, protective, gentle. His head rested briefly against yours.

“But now… if I had to wait a thousand years just to hold you once, I’d do it all again.”

Around you, the mirror world shimmered, long halls of silver light, vast dark skies that reflected nothing. You could see distant doors that led nowhere, corridors that twisted, rooms built of frozen memories and phantom reflections. It was lonely. But not anymore.

You nestled into him, whispering softly, “Then I guess we’re not alone anymore.”

Katakuri’s breath hitched, and for a long, quiet moment, the mirror world felt a little warmer.

Time passed differently here. Days bled into nights without ever truly changing, like the mirror world existed just outside the edge of reality, quiet, suspended, timeless.

And yet, somehow… with him, it never felt stagnant.

Weeks, maybe months, passed in that strange, shimmering place. You stopped counting. Katakuri showed you pieces of his world slowly, always watching your reactions with near-painful attentiveness, as though your comfort mattered more than anything else. And it did, to him. You were his world now.

The rooms changed when you touched them, responding to your emotions. Places he had long thought empty began to bloom with warmth, light, and fragments of beauty that hadn’t existed until you arrived. A mirrored garden that shimmered with petals of glass and silver. A quiet, cathedral-like chamber filled with memories of dreams. A bedroom that molded itself to your liking - the softest bedding, faint starlight through curved walls, and a hearth that glowed with gentle, blue fire.

And him.

Katakuri.

Never pushy, never demanding but always there.

Loyal. Fiercely protective. Gentle beyond words. The terrifying, stoic mirror demon… who brewed you tea and sat with you in silence when you missed the hum of real wind. Who let you fall asleep against his massive shoulder, tracing the lines of his scars with your fingertips, while he held you like something fragile and beloved.

He kissed you for the first time under the illusion of a thunderstorm. Rain drumming softly on mirrored rooftops. He cradled your face like he had spent lifetimes wondering how to deserve the feel of you. When his lips touched yours, it wasn’t possessive. It was reverent. Like a vow. Like he'd never take such a gift for granted.

And from that moment, it was no longer a haunting.

It was a love story.

He no longer hid his face from you. Not even his scars. You knew every inch of him. The sadness buried in his silence, the gentle ache in his chest when you laughed at something he didn’t understand but wanted to. He traced poems across your skin at night, in languages forgotten by time. You whispered your fears to him, and he never tried to fix them, only held them with you.

One day it began with music. Soft, ethereal, drifting through the halls like the echo of something that had once been human. You had no idea where it came from. Maybe the world itself had learned how to sing just for the two of you.

You stood near the edge of a silver lake, its surface reflecting not the sky, but you. Dozens of you twirling in still water, your figure gently mirrored in a hundred delicate ripples.

Katakuri stood behind you, watching.

He rarely spoke during these moments. Words weren’t needed. The way his fingers grazed yours, the way his eyes followed your every breath it told you everything. And tonight, there was something in the air. A quiet ache. A yearning.

You turned to him, hand outstretched. “Dance with me.”

His brow lifted faintly, uncertain. “I don’t know how.”

You smiled, stepping close, placing his hand on your waist. “Then let me show you.”

It was clumsy at first. He was so tall, so careful, so aware of every inch of you as though he feared breaking something precious. But then… he let go. Just a little. Let the music move through him. Let you lead.

You laughed softly, breath catching when he finally moved in rhythm with you. His hand pressed at the small of your back, and his other fingers tangled with yours. You swayed beneath the shifting light of the mirrored stars, warm and close, until there was no space left between your bodies.

His forehead pressed to yours. His lips hovered above your own.

“Little mirror…” he whispered, voice low, unsteady. “I’ve never known peace… until you.”

You cupped his cheek. “And I’ve never known love until you.”

His breath hitched. And this time, when he kissed you, it was no longer careful.

It was hungry. Desperate. Worshipful.

He lifted you with ease, your legs curling around his waist as he walked you back into the silver grass, laying you down with such tenderness you could cry. His hands trembled at your hips, scarred mouth tracing along your throat, your collarbone, your heart.

The mirror world shimmered around you, responding to the sacredness of it all.

You were his. And he was yours.

Not a demon.

Not a reflection.

But a man.

And he loved you with every haunted, aching part of his soul.

[angelesca]

need sunday's touch so bad but he is being emo about it w.c. ~1370

sunday x gnreader | pining like crazy bruh, so close yet so far grr, pet name ("little bird"), kissing n' touching but nothing explicit, slow burn-ish kinda, tl;dr sunday thinks he doesn't deserve you

a/n: i wrote this as a sequel in mind (part 1 here), but you could likely read this as a standalone. however, i make references to part 1 so it would probably flow nicer ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

“sunday,” you firmly stood your ground. “we can’t do this anymore.”

the stars shone in sunday's eyes, shining golden with undying devotion to your sacred temple. between yours and his desperate eyes, millions of unspoken words traversed back and forth.

in his room, your hands gripped both arms of his chair, confronting him face-to-face. today, you will shatter your fears.

his eyes lowered, face tilted away. "i do not know what you are referring to."

your eyebrows furrowed. "don't give me that excuse."

you were both trying to hinder the fierce, unbreaking desire to tip the edges, testing patience.

all the emotions you have clutched in your heart weighed down on you, and it punished you the more you realised your fondness for sunday. when your eyes searched for him - and there he was - in the shadows without fail. when you caught the lift of his lips, cheeks, and eyes as your gazes met. and you do not realise how your smile naturally jumped higher until he abruptly left you alone. to acknowledge how much his presence affected you.

it constricted you slowly, a vice that gradually tightened as days passed. the love you reserved for sunday cast pain and joy - a double-edged sword.

"do you hate me?" you asked, resolute, yet trembling at the thought of his response confirming your anxieties.

sunday's eyes narrowed, questioning the nonsense you were spewing, tracing your hazy expression to figure you out.

"then why do you avoid me so?" you asked, "you have never stood within even arm's length. you have never handed me anything in person. you have never picked me up when i fell over. and... "

always so close but never there, your mouth opened but did not convey these last words. you shut your eyes momentarily. "i don't get it. please, tell me, anything please, just some words to explain this silent distance between us."

sunday's stare softened, wordlessly embracing your vulnerability. however, he was conflicted on whether to comfort you. to indulge in this new light at the end of the tunnel, which you forlornly wrenched with your hands, would be to infringe upon your divinity. his hands that have known endless suffering and sacrifice, could never dare to brush yours unless he craved to provoke the gods.

sunday paused a moment before announcing: "i will be leaving soon coming the charmony festival."

"... what?"

his words parted a greater distance between you two.

your vision clouded. the vice - tightened. relentlessly. twisting deep into your weakness, stripping you bare of your guard. you were hearing crashing waves and everything tipped over all at once. this was it.

"if you're leaving, i respect your decision. but you cannot leave me like this," you replied, biting your lip, "do not leave me to wonder what your touch would've felt like." wetness coated your eyes.

"my hands are unclean. i cannot grant you this." sunday vowed. his fingers opened but withdrew them just as quickly.

"so stupid," you muttered. your chest exploded, "then just taint me. corrupt. with your 'blood and sin'. after all, i am no saint either."

your fingers ghosted over his pristinely gloved hand. hands that, which 'hid blood and sin', had never once sullied a speck of your blessed body, gravely frightened of dulling your radiance with the slightest trespass into your orbit.

"i am not some deity that needs sheltering. i am just another existence, just as you are." you finished.

sunday's eyes widened, thunderstruck. you articulated reason into his stubborn mind: you were no godly being. your brightness made him believe he was not worthy of you; you were on the far horizon that was unreachable to him. yet, you were just another existence, just as he was.

he spoke hesitantly, "of course not. you are one of the strongest people i have had the pleasure of knowing. i know of your gratuitous kindness, strength and bright eyes. you are not anything less," his voice withered, "i did not mean to discredit you."

"then what is stopping you from me?" you taunted.

your ears drowned out everything but the rapid lifts and falls, and the deep and shallow pacing of his breaths. his fingers twitched in response, attempting his hardest to restrain whatever fragile control he had left.

he did not think you would confront him like this. he believed living in your shadow would make him insignificant enough for you to forget him after his plans. but you both could not ever forget each other. how could he forget you at all? he did not plan for this. how stupid he was.

he listened to your breathing, mimicking as you did to his, pacifying his wavering worries. your comfort and company felt natural, like home. the sun was dimming and the stars began to set in your eyes as they whispered reassurances. the apprehension of tomorrow was blanketed by your steady voice which commanded mountains and soothed fires.

you had stood on his horizon, finally within reach, and he was right there with you. the waves were slowing in his ears - he had returned to your shore.

he swiped the tears varnishing your glistening eyes, but not close enough to touch your skin. he was about to let the scales tip in favour of you. "so you would not mind? you would not mind me?"

your eyes formed their crescent shape and sunday melted into it. "you can be so stupid sometimes."

fervours resonated, heartbeat-to-heartbeat, pulsing for one another's precious touch.

it pained both of you greatly to observe how the other needed, yearned, yet never touched.

magnetised, yet ill-fated to repel; parallel lines that would never meet; the inverse ebb and flow of day and night. the universe tried its hardest to work against them.

to brave beyond the barriers enforced by universal law would be to risk everything faithful in the world.

with one more breath, all fears finally shattered.

your touches finally found each other, joining at the horizon.

initially, awkwardness hung in the air. shuffling and shifting. fluttering fingers and bashful staring. contented smiles and chuckles at the unimaginable situation they had wandered into. like a mirror, reciprocating back and forth, neither knowing what to do. overwhelmed but delighted.

sunday decided to make the first venture. he gently unfastened his gloves, to your surprise, and you learned every scar, bump and discolouration on his bare hands. it was not hideous, nor did it bear any sin. it was only human.

your hand crawled up his palm and he quivered at first before settling into your solace. fingers instinctively intertwining - a key and lock that fit each other. his thumb grazed your knuckles. you drew along the lines of his lips and he released an unsteady breath, nestling into your touch.

the way his palm timidly sketched the outline of your body but did not initiate further. how he shrank as much as possible to house you on his lap. when he looked at you, infatuated, puppy-like, waiting for you to throw him a bone. anything. he was all yours to command.

so you shed your shame and press a kiss on the corner of his lips. you did not move far, lingering in front of his face. it took him by surprise, evident by the pink flush on his face and the fluttering of his wings above his ears. akin to a dog wagging its tail.

he inhaled deeply. an indiscernible look flashed on his face. his brilliant eyes eclipsed, darkening, and his face tipped over. his lips hovered by your ears, on the verge of precariously meeting if you did not back away.

"bad..." he mumbled, "you are a bad little bird."

electric ran up your spine as the words left his deceptively innocent lips. you sat up straight, at attention, the sensation of heat overriding your senses.

"a-ah..." you could only focus on the fire pooling below your stomach, writhing, as a tornado stormed your mind.

he pulled you closer. hands snaking up your shirt at an agonizingly slow rate, teasing you, corruption taking over.

"do not run away now. you will finish this mess that you have made."

and you and sunday crashed, collided, and met each other, all at once.

a/n: yikes this was longer than i hoped for. there are still many dynamics that i can envision with sunday but this was long enough. hopefully this fic makes someone happy out there ahaha ;'') thanks for reading!!😘