Akaza

・﹒・ saintly guardian

Summary: Your life could be better, but you were alive, that's all that mattered. After an extremely shitty day, you were shocked as an angel appeared in your livingroom claiming to be your new guardian angel from Heaven. At least he was cute

Warnings: 18+, implied sex, accidental voyeurism

Paring: Saint Peter x human!GN!reader

Notes: This is a long one! Hope you enjoy! Also my shit is never beta read so forgive any mistakes

You sighed loudly as you collapsed on your couch, so glad to finally be home after one of the worst days you've had in a while. Digging into your food, you browsed Netflix trying to find something good to watch so you could just sit back, eat, and relax. Even though you had an entire watchlist, nothing seemed appealing as you just threw on a movie you already watched ages ago just to have something on.

After finishing your food, you walked into the kitchen that was just a few steps away as your apartment was a studio, you put the dishes in the sink to clean later and refilled your drink. As you poured the liquid into the cup, a bright light suddenly engulfed you, causing you to flinch and get your drink all over the counter and floor. Covering your eyes, you gripped the glass as you wondered what the hell was that? After a few seconds, you deemed it to be safe and slowly removed one hand and opened your eye. Turning around, you gasped as you saw what looked to be an angel with white blonde hair and a worried expression looking at you. You couldn't believe your eyes.

"I'm sorry if I scared you! I didn't mean to are you ok?" The last sentence was rushed as he panicked, quickly walking over and making sure you're alright as he gently grabbed your shoulders. What was going on? Removing your other hand and opening your other eye, you just stared in shock and awe. You were nervous, very nervous. Were you dreaming? Did you die somehow? Your breathing got heavy as your mind raced with a million different possibilities when the angel cupped your face and spoke to you again, making sure you were looking at him.

"Hey, hey don't be scared! Oh Peter it's your first day as a guardian angel and you already scared your human..." He spoke to himself, very scared himself that he scared you. Wait- guardian angel?

"You're my...guardian angel?" You stared at him in even more shock. Angels are real. Guardian angels are real. And he was yours. Who even was he? You placed your hands on his shoulders as he smiled, it was a soft and awkward smile.

"Yes! Angels are sent down to Earth to watch over humans every so often to make sure they're on a path set for Heaven! You just so happened to be my assignment this time!" His mood instantly switched to happy and excited to talk about why he was sent down. You still were in a state of shock, slowly calming down from the inital scare as he removed his hands from your face and grabbed yours from his shoulders, holding them. The hold was firm yet gentle.

"And if this isn't all some dream...what is your name? Can I know the name of my guardian angel?" You spoke carefully, almost as if speaking any louder would fracture this whole interaction and you would wake up passed out on the couch. He then let your hands go and you started to mess with your fingers, biting your lip as you waited for his answer.

"Saint Peter" Saint Peter...that name was familiar. Wait- was this the same Saint Peter from the bible? You were familiar with Christianity but wasn't a believer, however you still couldn't fully believe depsite an angel straight up holding you.

"Oh well...my name is ___. Although, you probably knew that" You cracked a small smile yourself, the tension finally snapping and you started to accept the fact that this was real. There was no way you were tripping, you never did any hard drugs and barely drank alcohol, you were completely sober.

"Yeah, I uh...I did. Sorry if that's weird! I just-"

"No, no! It's fine! I would expect Heaven to know everything about me...God at least...or the other angels. Honestly you appearing out of nowhere was the weirdest thing that happened in my entire life so, you knowing my name is nothing" You chuckled and you watched as he chuckled with. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, you realized that he was incredibly cute. He was adorable!

"I'm still so sorry about that! This is the first time I ever was assigned to someone so...I got a little excited! Is there anything I can do to make up for it?" God- can you still say that?- he was the cutest thing ever. Oh no, were you forming a crush on him? On an angel? Your guardian angel?

"Hello? Are you there?" Peter's voice awakened you from your thoughts, shaking your head, you realized he was only a few inches from your face. Flustering and face warming, you jumped back and held your chest, damn! He was close! Too close!

"Oh shit I'm so sorry again! You weren't responding and I got concerned because you were staring off into space and I can't believe I scared my human again and-" You placed a hand on his shoulder as he started to ramble and look at the floor and you gave him a warm smile.

"It's ok Peter! You just wanted to make sure I was alright and you're new at this. If it makes you feel better- I'm glad I was your first assignment" His face went from anxious to awe, he stared at you with wide eyes and pale face turning to gold. Did angels have gold blood? Was he blushing?

"I- t-thank you! But seriously, if there's anything I can do to make up for scaring you twice now, please let me know!" He was so insistent on making it up to you, it made your heart do flips and butterflies form in your stomach. He might have been the only angel you've met, but he was certainly the cutest.

"I'll get back to you on that"

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One month had passed since Saint Peter revealed himself as your guardian angel and your life hadn't gotten any better, well, it still sucked but he was always there to cheer you up. You couldn't help but slowly form an all-consuming crush on him, how couldn't you? He was the most pure being you ever met and he was always there to make you feel better after a bad day.

However, the crush didn't stop there. It turned into something so downright sinful you couldn't bear to let Peter know that you wanted to fuck him. But how could you not? He was so innocent and pure it made your heart do flips and butterflies always swarmed in your stomach when he was around. Honestly it was hard not to just grab him and kiss him and touch him. But you didn't want him to do things he wasn't comfortable with and without consent. And you also didn't want to risk going to hell. So you kept it secret and all your rather...intimate nights alone thinking about him.

The day was going normal, it was a day without Peter as he didn't stay with you 24/7 but that wasn't a big deal. Sure, you missed him a lot when he was gone, but you're sure he had duties back up in Heaven too. You sighed as you sat on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through your phone before becoming bored of that and tossing it on the couch. You stare at it as you pick up the remote and try to find something on the TV to watch, also ending up being in a mindless state of searching. Then, you thought of Peter and how adorable he was, and then, you were horny.

"Fuck" You cursed at how easily you got horny, especially for him. You had a choice- be pent up and force yourself to not masturbate, or masturbate. "Shit," standing up, you tossed the remote on the counter and grabbed your phone, heading to your bedroom.

Shutting the door, you sighed and put your phone on the nightstand before opening the drawer to reveal the plethora of sex toys. It was a decent amount- you had needs that needed met. However shamefully, you had gotten a few more because of Peter. Laying down and leaning back on your pillows, you had grabbed one and placed it on your sex, turning it on and biting your lip as you started to masturbate. Moaning Peter's name, you thought of him and it made you feel so dirty.

Unfortunately, you didn't hear the door open until it was too late, the sound of gasping made you freeze. Wiping your head up, you saw as a panicking Peter had covered his eyes and turned away from you in the doorway.

"I'm so sorry I heard you call my name and I thought you were calling for me I'm so sorry!" The poor angel was entirely gold- he did mention that angels have gold blood- as he blushed at the fact that he caught you masturbating about him. Now you're the panicking one as you shove the toy away under your sheets. You couldn't bring yourself to say a single word before you watched him hurry away, however, you brought yourself to say one.

"Wait!" You held out your hand as he froze, breathing heavy, you said it again as you considered carefully about what you were going to say.

"I'm the one that should be sorry! I-I never should have thought about you like that...I...understand if you don't want to be my assignment anymore..." Shame flushed through your veins as the weight of the situation finally hit. This wasn't some silly crush for a normal human guy- it was of an angel who was the most purest being you had ever known. He probably thinks you're disgusting now, someone that does deserve to go Hell. It was silent for a good while, you're not sure for how long, but the one who broke it was Peter.

"I...you're not the only one. And it's wrong I know I know!" He turned and removed his hands from his face, causing you to stare at shock at what he said. He felt the same?

"Angels should never fall for humans but you were so cute and I just had these dirty thoughts I couldn't get rid of and-" He was speaking so fast but you managed to cut him off before he could ramble even more.

"And why can't you get rid of them?" You teased, confidence suddenly rising as you smirked at the angel. Crawling towards him on the bed, he stood completely still as you got closer, wearing nothing but your shirt.

"I-uhm you just do something to me I don't know why! You're adorable and attractive and I just...I shouldn't...pleasure myself it's wrong!" Bless his soul...you pat the bed and said "come here" Peter gulped as he obeyed, soon standing right up against the edge. He stared at you like a deer in headlights and it was the cutest thing. Then, you decided to be bold. You rushed up and grabbed his neck, pulling him into a kiss. At first he didn't move, then he started to kiss back a little. You could tell he didn't have much experience with other people if any at all. Your heart was beating as fast as can be as he shakily wrapped his arms around you. After a few minutes, you pulled away, completely out of breath and he was too. Taking his arms off of you, he looked down at his mouth before putting one of his hands up to lightly touch his lips.

"I think I'm in love with you" You barely heard it, but it made your heart swell. That was your key to grab him again and drag him down, kissing him even more than before running your hands through his hair. This time, he was more eager to kiss you back, he was ready.

"Call this the favor. You're not going to be able to walk after tonight"

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You awoke not with nobody by your side, but with your guardian angel all deshelved sleeping so soundly. That was the best sleep of your life. You had to untangle your body from his as you quietly shuffled to the bathroom to pee. You almost didn't want to leave him, but your bladder was too loud to ignore. Kissing his forehead, you made your way to the kitchen with only a large shirt on as you started to make breakfast.

The smell must have woken Peter up as he walked into the kitchen as well, yawning and rubbing his eye. Hair all down and messy, one wing up and one wing down, and his body was covered in your marks from last night and he was wearing nothing but his underwear he must have shrugged them on as they weren't even on all the way. Smiling, you watched as he sleepily slid into a dinning room chair.

"Good morning, my sweet angel"

Muzan, Enmu, Douma finding you after you’d escaped with your child

Fem, AFAB, Muzan calls you ‘woman’ so gendered terms. Implied past noncon, forced pregnancy

Please go to @peach-cream-enmu ! This will be reuploaded there soon, and all future works will be posted there!

Muzan

You’d been out to eat with your son, a nice dinner, just the two of you, to get your mind off the stress of it all. As you sit and watch him eat happily you can’t help but feel choked every time he looks up at you. Piercing red eyes, pale skin, raven hair. He looked nothing like you.

You think back to what the man who gave you this child had done to you. Kept you captive, forced himself upon you, made you conceive this child. You remember the nights left alone so he could feed, you’d rub your swollen belly with shaking hands as you prayed this baby would look like you. You dreamed of escaping, and if you succeeded, you’d hope the baby would be unrecognizable to him.

You’d escaped and ran far away, so far that you were sure he would never find you again, but the fear still lingered. And when it came time for the birth, you’d been congratulated on your healthy, beautiful, boy. You’d trembled and cried as he was placed in your arms, an exact mirror of Muzan. The women had cooed at you and him, saying how well you did, how lucky you were, how pretty he was.

He was 2 now. You’d been successful in hiding him away, keeping yourself out of public eye. The old woman who had taken you in left everything she had to you, passing not long after the birth. You’re shaken from your thoughts as your son makes a worried noise. You smile down at him before picking him up and leaving the restaurant, having finished your meal.

You walk with him, letting him waddle hand in hand with you in the crowd. There were too many people, you were unable to see where you needed to go to make your way home. You scanned the crowd, hoping to find a gap in the heads flooding your view. But as you begin to grow worried, time seemed to slow as your eyes pan over and meet all too familiar Ruby ones.

A scowl drew his brows downward, but only slightly. To anyone else, he’s just look stoic. But you knew better. You know him. He was furious. And as your son grew fussy, wanting to be safe on your arms, you picked him up, eyes not leaving the man though people passed in between you at every moment.

As your son laid his head on your shoulder and his arm around your neck, you saw Muzan’s eyes widen. A shiver ran through you, like falling through ice on a frozen lake. You held your sons head close to you, and as one last person passed Muzan, he disappeared from your sight.

You ran, frantically, past people and buildings, down alleys and side streets. You don’t know how far you’d run, or where you were, but as you entered an alley and turned a corner, a strong hand grabbed your shoulder, turning and slamming you to the wall.

Your ears rang as your head hit the wall, your vision blurred with tears. You looked up at him and he looked down at you with now evident rage. You cradled your sons head as he began to whine. You didn’t want him to have to see this man, not yet.

“How dare you. How dare you leave. How dare you take our son from me.” His nails grew sharper, piercing your robes and flesh. You whimpered as you held your son tighter. Muzan’s hand left your shoulder, moving to your throat, nails poised to rip into your flesh in one swift stab. “You will beg for kindness, to be treated as more than just a worthless woman. You will pray that I let you see the light of day again after what you’ve done.”

Tears slip as your vision clouds. Your eyes droop as your lungs pant and your heart races. You’re pulled from the wall, and raised into his arms, the lights of buildings brightening and hurting your eyes as you fall into unconsciousness. The last thing you can do is turn into his chest, to keep your baby from falling.

Enmu

A walk in the woods sounded like a solution to your fussy baby not wanting to go down for the night. He was so stubborn, never wanting to let you go. Couldn’t handle you being out of his sight. He was so young, you supposed this is how a baby is supposed to act. As you look down at him in your arms, and he looks back up at you with bright teal eyes, you’re forced to remember.

The man that had taken you. The man responsible for this baby. It’s barely been half a year since you escaped. But no matter how much time passed, you knew the memories would never grow any less vivid. Those dreams…the terrifying, awful dreams. Broken up by sweet affection that left you dizzy, wonderful dreams, away from there, and away from him. Just to be subjected to even worse nightmares, so terrible you run into his arms when you wake.

The way he loved you sent a chill down your spine even now. You could still feel his hands brushing your body in the dead of night, his lips on your skin. He was rough, yet affectionate to the point it scared you how much you desired to have just a bit of it now. He’d taken to rubbing and petting the fat of your stomach, before you even showed a single sign of being pregnant. He wanted a baby with you, he was nearly hellbent on it.

And he got what he wanted. A beautiful son, no less beautiful than he himself had been. Bright eyes, silky hair with tips kissed a blush pink. Even his cheeks were nearly the same, three tiny beauty marks on each in a downward line.

It pained you how much of him was in your son. And it pained you how you couldn’t love him any less than you do. He cooed sweetly in your arms, watching the world around him. He seemed intent on taking everything in, watching leaves rustle in trees, watching a stray animal bounce or scurry on the path in the distance. He’s turning and moving in your arms, becoming a struggle to hold, as he reaches out for a flower.

You walk over, kneeling to inspect it. It was a harmless daffodil, in a sea of many others. You plucked it slowly and brought it to your baby to see. His chubby hands pet the petals clumsily as he giggled and cooed. You chuckled, waving and tickling his nose with it. Sometimes, the world granted peace upon you, letting you forget who you are, letting you feel like a normal mother and son. Moments like this, as he gurgles a loud pleasant laugh.

“Oh, how sweet.” Every nerve in your body feels like it’s been flashed frozen. You stiffen, your grip on the flower faltering, falling gently to kiss your babies cheek before falling to the ground. Your son makes a small startled chirp, before squirming and beginning to cry, reaching for the flower. Your brains insistence to move finally breaks through your fear and you hold your baby tight to your chest. You step forward, away from the voice, before turning quickly.

He’s there. The man. The demon responsible for every ounce of fear you ever feel. His gaze is soft, half lidded, with brows pulled upward, and a small smile on his lips. Enmu, as you’d come to know him in the time he’d kept you. He approaches slowly, calmly, with his eyes soon focused on the now neglected flower. “I’m glad to have finally found you. I thought I’d find you sooner, but I should’ve known.”

He kneels, fingers picking up the daffodil. “This is you we’re talking about after all.” He says it as if he truly knows who you are, like a lover would know their other half, like one would know the person they’ve shared all their secrets with. “You’re smart. You knew where I’d go to look for you. You knew I couldn’t go far.” He looks up at you, face flushed and smiling as if he were proud.

He brushes the dainty petals as he stands, now right in front of you. “I’m sure you enjoyed some well deserved time alone with our baby.” Your eyes sting at his words. Our baby. Ours. He watches your face as you stare at his hand, twirling the stem slowly, then tossing it into the air and catching it between the teeth of the mouth on his hand.

He reaches forward, and you can do nothing but stand there terrified as he takes your baby from your arms. He coos at him, bouncing him lightly. He lowers his hand letting the daffodil slide down before twirling and catching it in his fingers. He gently shushes your baby, calming him quickly. “It’s alright now, I’m here.” He presses a nail into the stem, chopping it short effortlessly and tucks it behind your sons ear.

He looks mesmerized as he stares at the man holding him. You feel a sob creep up in your throat as your son reaches out for him, with a sweet smile, a precious laugh. Enmu waves his fingers above your babies face and let’s him grab them with his small hands. You watch terrified as this demon plays with your baby, watch as he pets your babies cheek lovingly. You watch as the mouth on his hand whispers soft words and lulls your son to sleep.

Enmu shifts his weight where he stands only slightly and you act before you can think. You don’t want to lose your son, you won’t lose him. You reach forward and grab the sides of the tails of his coat in tight fists. He lets out a questioning ‘hm?’ and waits a moment before reaching out his hand, lifting your chin. Your eyes are full of tears, and reflect the stars in the sky. He leans, brushing his nose along your skin so gently, before placing a kiss on your cheek.

“Let’s get him home, shall we?”

Douma

A moment. It was only a moment. You’d looked away from your daughter for only a moment. You were in your garden, playing with her, letting her watch the stars. You’d watched as she stared up in awe, her eyes, a bright kaleidoscope of colors, practically mirroring the twinkling lights.

Overcome by memories, you’d looked back towards the house, forcing your mind to empty, your senses to dull, letting your mind reset and calm your racing heart. It was only a moment, but when you’d looked back to your daughter, she was gone. As you sat and panicked, her giggle wafted to your ear from the woods. Like the rustling of leaves.

You’re on your feet before you can even consider the potential danger of roaming the woods so late at night. You knew the stories of demons that mothers told their children, that shopkeeps told late night customers. They knew the stories, but you knew more than they ever could. You know firsthand how cruel and manipulative a demon can be. You know their ways, how they lure you in with sweet words and mesmerizing gestures, just to abuse and devour you once you’re within their grasp. He’d done all of that to you, and worse.

You’d wandered from a home you despised, a place you truly couldn’t call ‘home’. You’d wandered far, not planning on returning home, or turning up anywhere alive. You’d been out for days, miles upon miles away from your past. You’d laid down by a creek to die, and your mind fell to darkness. You were awoken by a gentle hand and a soft voice. A worried calling, from a woman with a baby in a sling on her chest. She’d helped you up and led you along, pleading to at least come with her for food, water, and rest. She’d spoke of a paradise, and when you’d arrived, you truly believed you’d found it.

Your days were filled with laughter, your friends sweet smiles, her babies joyous sounds. All thanks to your kind leader. Doma, the man who had taken you in, settled you, and had a personal role in nursing you back to health. You knew you shouldn’t get involved with him, he was your leader after all, but his kind touches to your face, your hands, the smiles he sent you, the times he invited you to sit with him in the peaceful quiet of his abode, he made it too easy.

You’d fallen for him. Kotoha had been so happy for you, boasted about what a great man he was, how kind and responsible, how he helped her with Inosuke whenever she needed help. She’d watched as you blossomed in his affection and the freedom you gained in paradise, but she watched in fear as members began disappearing. She’d told you of her suspicions, told you of her plan to escape, and before you could stop her, she’d left. She begged you to follow but had to go before it was too late. Your hesitation would be the biggest regret you would ever make. For after avoiding doma for the rest of the day, hoping he would worry about your presence and not become suspicious of the lack of hers, he’d found you while in a rather upset mood.

He lied to you, told you of the tragic accident that had befallen your best friend and her baby. Told you how he’d miss them so. Told you he was here for you. You’d played a grieving girl, acting as if this was all news to you. You could see in his eyes that he began to doubt you in the coming days, not letting you leave his side, always keeping watch of you. His touches grew much more intimate than they’d ever been. Then, only a few days later, he’d confronted you. Asked you if you had felt kotoha had been acting strange, if she’d come to you that day, told you anything. You wouldn’t let him know, you’d promised her you wouldn’t tell, and you intended to keep that promise.

You’d given yourself to him as a distraction. Or that was your intent, but as he worshipped your body like you were his god, and taken what felt like your mind, body, and soul, he’d confided in you. Admitted he was a demon, that kotoha was right, that you should’ve left with her. And as you shake the memory as best you can while searching the woods, his admission to missing the presence of kotoha’s baby made your blood run cold. You heard your baby’s laughter again, trickling in from every direction as your brain rang with his promise to give you a baby of your own for him to fawn over and ‘love’ again. You heard a familiar chuckle, a velvety voice coo nearby, and you whip around.

There he was. By a stream, in a parting of trees, with moonlight dusting his face as he spun your baby girl in his arms. She laughs, a sound like twinkling bells on a dewy morning. You watched with baited breath as she reaches forward and touches his face so tenderly. You know he knows you’re there, and you can only wait frozen for him to say something.

“What a beautiful little girl…it’s a shame she has my eyes isn’t it?”

You feel all of your emotions collide inside of you as you walk forward. You’re scared, eyes wide, but soon you’re glaring, eyes filling with tears. When you come to stand in front of him, your chest is heaving as you sob. “Let go of her…” your voice trembles as you fail to compose yourself. He disregards you, tossing the baby once more before touching her nose to his. Your fists clench as your anger begins to choke you.

“I said let go of my daughter!” You hear leaves rustle as a nearby animal retreats at your yell, and Doma stops. He lowers her, holding her so she leans over his shoulder as he rubs her back. He pouts at you, eyes downcast as he looks at you with sadness, but you know better than to believe him. “She’s my daughter too..” You don’t know what comes over you, but you can’t control your hands as they slam on his chest, in what was clearly an attempted shove, though he wasn’t moved an inch.

He looks at you in slight shock as you beat on him, the sides of your fists colliding with his chest weakly as you cry and scream. “You can’t take her from me! I won’t let you take her!” You’re shaking, sobbing so hard your lip pulls in with each struggled breath. “Why would I take her? I came to get both of you…” Your body slows, he can see you’re exhausted and wraps his free arm around your middle. You squirm and writhe against him, with quiet cries of ‘no’, ‘let me go’, and ‘don’t touch me’. He shifts you and the baby into a secure hold as your struggling ceases. The moon shines down a glitters in your teary eyes as you stared at the sky with blank, tired eyes. “Don’t cry my dear. We’re going home, back to where you belong. By my side,” Doma looks ahead. “Safe,” he walks ahead. “Where you’ll be all mine.”

Sitting here watching that clip of Valentino with that demon girl going "you're gorgeous! Do you need a job? 🥰" and started thinking of Val either intentionally or unintentionally making Reader feel massively insecure and ugly and Val using that to manipulate them

I've mentioned "oh what if your job is serving him drinks at his club" but what if he also starts dragging you along when he goes out like some kind of weird PA. Like he's just throwing random bills at you that he clearly isn't counting like it's pocket change in a very "yeah sure whatever just do it bitch" kind of way so you put up with it, it's good income, but it's still... WEIRD. He's going to get his antenna done at the salon, and you're like. Having to STAND THERE beside his chair, you're not even in the lobby waiting room, you've gotta be WITH HIM, and you just get all these windows into his cunty personality where he's spoiled and mean to service workers and is a total fucking diva and it's extremely off-putting I'm sure

He's in a night club hitting on people whose bodies are absolutely insane like I'm talking GYATT city, ass and titties, you've got twunks and you've got hunks, and you're like, in sneakers, off to the side, head down playing games on your phone since you can't even put earbuds in because you unfortunately have to keep an ear open since he'll order YOU to bring drinks, not just for him, but for these complete strangers who don't even work for him too, AND he'll let them be fucking mean to you. You bring some bubble butt twink who's on Val's arm the daiquiri he asked for and he gives you a very clear look up and down before laughing, cuddling up to Val, "yeah I can SEE you need new employees 😋" and they all laugh Including Fucking Valentino

I dunno, I'm on the fence. It really changes with the story. You get the yandere who are obsessive but more abusive-adjacent and then you have the more true-blooded kind that won't accept any slander of you at all. Like can you imagine Valentino's smile just dropping off his face because some chick like, tells you you have cellulite or even something MILD like your mascara is bad or idk what are, male insults.... you have a flat ass??? And Valentino just instantly shoves them away "okay you're done bye, let the door hit you on the way out 🤭"

But today we're talking about angst and feeling fucking miserable so. Over time it just, makes you feel so horrible about yourself to go to these nightclubs. It isn't even about fucking Valentino, it's about how you're sitting here watching everyone EXCEPT YOU receive all this fawning and compliments and attention, even if Val is faking some of it just to lure in more workers. You see a girl who has the perfect skin and you run fingers over an ice pick scar on your cheek, male reader sees a guy who's tall but muscular with nice facial hair and you feel your own baby face and smaller build, there are people thinner than you, curvier than you, stronger than you, smarter than you, and you watch all of them get called gorgeous and beautiful and handsome and sexy and you're just the fucking dweeb who gets teased, mocked, BULLIED

One night Valentino is sitting there talking to another girl, "oh my gosh, honey, I would TOTALLY do body shots off of you. Hey, can we get some shots over here? .... helllooooo, I SAID can we get some shots? ...bitch if you make me repeat myself again--" and he looks over and you're not even there. It's like ice. Suddenly without warning you're not there and he doesn't know what to do because you're ALWAYS there and whenever you're not it's because he LETS YOU leave??? Like??? He's immediately standing up even if it knocks away the people hanging off of him and he's looking around, "you BETTER be in the fucking bathroom--"

And over the crowd of people he sees you on the opposite end of the club, as if you were actively trying to put as much distance between you two as possible, and you're with a guy, some big furry monster boy, and you laugh with a big smile and Valentino GRINDS his teeth as he realizes it's been ages since you laughed around him, let alone at anything HE'S said, and you're actually drinking with this guy where you would always be way too stiff and cautious around Val (although he also really wouldn't let you drink anyways, being more of a waiter when you're 'on the clock')

Obsessed with the idea of Val making Reader carry around combs and brushes to comb his antenna/fur and Val sees you using them on another guy. like I think he'd go absolutely violently fucking crazy honestly because 1. Those are HIS and he is a bougie Gucci material man like those are high quality things being used on some RANDO 2. Those are for HIM, you're using them on someone ELSE 3. The person using them on someone else is YOU, YOU'RE brushing another man, YOU'RE cuddling another man like some kind of UNGRATEFUL WHORE--

When I say you suddenly look up and you're being GRABBED, HAULED UP to your feet by your arm, grip on you so tight it's ready to fucking bruise, and Val just shoots this guy in the head, like cartoonishly powerful gun just splatters the dudes head from what should have been just a single bullet hole I'm sure. You're like vaguely traumatized and trying to tell yourself the man will regenerate and be fine but now Valentino's got a gun in his hand and he's furious and you just start CRYING. He doesn't even CARE about the people he was flirting with anymore, if he has any employees in the club with him he doesn't even call out that it's time to go, he just starts DRAGGING YOU to the limo and will just LEAVE EVERYONE there because he's in such a rage, also, have you guys seen the posts where people point out there are moth squeaking effects when he speaks sometimes. So he's just fucking mad, voice cracking, shouting, squeaking, and i think it'd be funny if he spends like 15 minutes screaming about THE GUY while he has you like all but glued to his lap on the ride home and doesn't say a single thing about what you did. Just manic ranting on his phone as he HAS to call Vox, "oh my god you wouldn't FUCKING BELIEVE what this piece of shit did in front of me, the ugliest fucking guy I've ever seen was--" and you're like trembling wondering when he's going to pivot and realize like, you were also. Intentionally willingly sitting with that guy.

But he doesn't even like. Acknowledge it that way. He just keeps ranting about the guy touching something that doesn't belong to him, he's gotta replace all his fucking combs now, oh my GOD Vox like SERIOUSLY-- and then it's probably Vox that's like, with a disinterested voice, "sooooo.... WHICH whore did this happen to again???" And Valentino without hesitating just straight up says your name, "the nerdy one, you KNOW which one I'm talking about"

And that's when you just start to blubber cause you're tired and you're tipsy and you're mentally worn down, "oh OF COURSE I'm 'the nerdy one'!! You drag me all over the fucking place and I never get any time to myself and I have to WATCH everyone ELSE have fun, and when I finally find someone who calls ME cute, calls ME pretty, you fucking SHOOT HIM!" and you're just, face in your hands crying and you can't see it as Valentino GRINS like some fucking MONSTER because, "Aw, pobrecita, is that what this is about? You're lonely? ❤️w❤️"

And you're just mad and crying and pouting and you're telling him to go fuck himself and actually starting to get a little mouthy and have an attitude with him and he doesn't even care because how upset you're getting is going right to his head. even if you don't want to, you're jealous of him giving other people attention instead of you, and now he's watching you get all upset and sniffly over it and he's so full of himself, this makes him feel so powerful that he's reduced you to this insecure bawling state, and he's rubbing your shoulders, "awwww, don't cry mami, you should've told me you were wanting some 'attention'"

At this point you could be literally slapping his hands away but he's gonna keep pulling you close to him on purpose and NOW, now he's laying on all the fucking compliments, stroking the tops of your thighs. He knows exactly what scent you're using in your hair. Oh, you're wearing the nail polish you bought during one of your first months here; he's always liked this color on you. He's commenting and bringing up things you didn't expect him to notice let alone remember about you and... you're just so weak to it.... you're lonely... and he's here... and maybe it's the smoke or his cologne or what but he smells so good, he's so close, your head feels a little funny--

The rest of your night blurs together after that, but when you wake up, you're not at your place, or the studio, or anywhere you mildly recognize. You're in a bed way too big for someone your size, and you're especially not used to SOMEONE ELSE BEING IN IT WITH YOU. Val just has you caged in all of his arms and is passed out drooling in a post alcohol, post drug, post fuckathon coma, and you can FEEL in your muscles and in your body that you two were up to some wiiiiiild shit together.

IF you may manage to sneak out of V Tower without being stopped or caught, it won't make hin suddenly forget all the things you told him, or him now knowing how it feels to have your hands on his body, or how it looks to have your big sad wet eyes looking up at him and then sparkling with one of his compliments. Usually he WANTS bitches to be gone when he wakes up but, this time? When those eyes open and you're not there? Instantly feeling rejected, mad, irritated, he can't exactly identify why, he's just MAD you ran off without telling him and he's instantly blowing up your line to figure out where you are, and now you have become a recipient of The Voice-mails

"Heeeeeeey, baby, so, it's so funny but I just woke up and I can't find you in the tower? Did you run off to get breakfast somewhere? You KNOW you shouldn't run off without telling me first; I need you to come on back here ❤️"

"-- so answer your phone you fucking SLUT!! You better not be with another fucking guy, or I swear to fucking GOD--"

"--It just stresses me out that there are so many different kinds of people down here, I worry someone might hurt you, amorcito. I can't help protect you if I'm not there, soooooo, why don't you just, tell me where you are--"

"Is this fucking funny for you, you cunt?! You get all worked up about how PATHETIC AND SAD you are and then leave me? Leave ME? ME?! You're LUCKY i even TOUCHED YOU AT ALL--"

"Heeeeeeey, oh my gosh so this is so funny ummmm, Vox just let me know that Velvette borrowed you for something, soooooooooo, please don't listen to any of those other voicemails, ok? You know how CRAZY you make me, right? Don't forget you have a shift tonight, and if you even think about not showing up, I have some hellhounds that know your scent already and they'll drag you back here by your hair, sooooo, see you later love you byeeeeee ❤️"

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ ρα𝗂𝗋𝗂𐓣𝗀! ⌗ . . ; ᴋᴏᴋᴜsʜɪʙᴏ x ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𓍢ִ໋ 🌷͙֒ 𝗍ω ⌗ . . ; 𐓣ⱺ𐓣𝖾!

🌷͙֒ αᑲⱺυ𝗍 ⌗ . . ; ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ sʜʏ

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ Kokushibo enjoys this little fact since he can just sit in silence with you so he's not complaining. Though if the silence makes you uncomfortable he will say something small.

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ When you're too shy to tell someone to back off or simply to defend yourself he's definitely going to defend you, so don't worry!

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ He doesn't mind you stuttering, instead he's proud that you are trying your best. He can find it cute sometimes, but won't tell you honestly.

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ Don't be harsh on yourself because of the way you act, Kokushibo will tell you repeatedly that he doesn't mind, even though he is a man of few words.

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ Sometimes you even make him chuckle, he finds you amusing sometimes but he isn't going to bully you, no, never! If anybody hates on you because you are shy, they will be dealt with.

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ He will always tells you to be more open, he wants you to know that he cares so much for you! He may not be able to always express it, but he tries too!

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ He knows when you're being uncomfortable. He knows because he has the transparent world, so please just don't try to hide it.

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ He will probably try everything to make you more comfortable in those situation. He always thinks before choosing his words and always keeps an eye on you.

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ If you're too shy to look at his eyes, sometimes he thinks that you are being intimidated by the three sets of eyes. Which makes you sad so you have to tell him that you aren't intimidated by that!

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ He's a very and I mean a very patient person, so don't ever worry if your progress is slowing down, he will totally understand you!

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ He is always gentle with you, careful when speaking. he knows when you are pushing yourself and will stop you, everyone needs to rest, physically and emotionally.

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ He doesn't really remember emotions but will try to understand them better for you. Don't ever let the fact that he looks emotionless and the fact that he's a man of few words intimidate u!

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ He knows you're shy so he doesn't think much about you blushing or stuttering like at all.

꒰🌸꒱ ᴀ/ɴ ; ; ɪᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀs sʜᴏʀᴛ sᴏ ɪᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ! ₊ ⊹

Hello. How about Upper Moons + Muzan's reaction on their S/O, upon learning that they are demons, going full "okay" mode and offer some of their blood? I can't help but think that this is quite romantic?

Daki

(Platonic)

Daki normally didn't care what humans thought but when it came to you she was terrified of telling you she was a demon. She didn't want you to be scared of her :( but after her brother gave her a pep talk she started to consider telling you. You would probably find out eventually so it would be best now to tell you. She told you she was a demon expecting you to scream or cry or run away from her but all you did was nod and hold up your arm. "Demons need human blood to live yes? You can have some of mine."

Gyutaro

You could tell your boyfriend was anything but human. And this didn't bother you. Even if you didn't know what he was you figured that he would tell you when he's ready. Now Gyutaro had no knowledge of any of this. He was sure you thought he was a human. He prepared a whole speech for you explaining that he was a demon and how he's sorry that he kept it from you for so long but he didn't know how to tell you. In the middle of the speech you just started laughing hysterically. Gyutaro stopped "what's so funny?" He asked kind of worried. "I know your a demon dear you didn't do a good job with hiding it" you said still laughing. Gyutaro had never been more embarrassed in his life. Just as he was about to open his mouth to say something you said "hey demons have to have blood to survive. Are you hungry do you need some of my blood?"

Gyokko

It wasn't exactly hard to figure out he was a demon. He didn't hide the fact that he was a demon because you could honestly tell. He did however hide the fact that he had to eat humans. He didn't know how you would react and he didn't want to find out. He would never forgive himself if he made you scared or uncomfortable. But eventually you did find out and you understood. It's how he has to survive so your not going to stop him. You offered him some of your blood and he of course declined claiming he didn't want to hurt you

Hantengu

He was really worried about scaring you:( again you could tell that he was a demon. But he tried to hide most of what being a demon really meant. Meaning he didn't tell you about eating humans or how he could regenerate his limbs. But when he did tell you he was a nervous wreck holding your hand begging for you not to be mad at him :( you of course weren't and did something that completely shocked him "hey do you need any of my blood?" you asked. He shook his head "nonononono I could never take any of your blood!!!"

Nakime

Nakime did a pretty good job at blending in with humans but she couldn't keep it up forever. She had a good excuse on why she couldn't go out during daytime but she felt bad rejecting your cooking or not being able to stay with you a lot during the night so she eventually told you. "Okay. Thank you for telling me" you said to your girlfriend. Nakime was expecting a bit more of a reaction but she was happy you weren't scared of her. You later offered her some of your blood and she accepted your offer she only took a little bit though she didn't know how much blood loss it took for it to be dangerous for a human but she didn't want to risk it.

Akaza

Akaza understands why you would be scared of him but on the other hand it filled his heart with sadness to think of you being scared of him or running away from him so it took him a while to tell you. But after a year or so of you two dating he figured he had to tell you. One night when you got home from work he greeted you at the door and guided you to the kitchen. He held your hand the whole time he was telling you. Scared you would run away from him or try and back away from him. But you didn't do either of those things you just patiently waited for him to finish talking. You nodded and said "thank you for telling me." Then smiled at him. After that you started to offer him some of your blood. He declined everytime. Even if taking a little bit wouldn't hurt you he doesn't think he's worthy of drinking your blood.

Douma

He knew it was dangerous being in a relationship with you. All the danger it put you in but he was sure to protect you. And Douma thinks not telling you he's a demon is protecting you and arguably he's right but in the back of his mind he knows that he would have to tell you sooner or later. One winter night he came back with 2 small children. There names were Daki and Gyutaro. He knew that if he was going to raise them and turn them into strong demons he would have to tell you about who he actually is. You sat there with the two children asleep in your lap as he explained everything. You nodded your head after he finished talking. "Do you need any of my blood?" You said looking at him. He grinned "just a little. I don't want to take to much~"

Kokushibo

Somehow he was able to hide the fact that he's a demon from you for a good while but when he did tell you he wasn't worried. If you ran from him or were scared of him you simply weren't the one. No matter how much his heart ached to think of it his mind he knew that was the truth. One night he sat down and motioned you to come sit on his lap. And as he played with your hair he figured this would be a perfect time to tell you. He told you that he was a demon. You turned to look at him. "I see. Do you need my blood are you hungry?"

Muzan

For the first time in forever he was worried about what someone thought of him and that upset him because how dare you???? He's the king of demons he shouldn't be concerned over what a mere mortal thinks. But here he was trying to find ways he could tell you he was a demon. Not just a demon the king of all demons. When you got home from work you were met with your husband pacing back and forth looking awfully worried. You asked him what was wrong and he just responded with "we need to talk" his words kind of scared you. Was he mad at you? You couldn't remember doing anything to make him upset. You sat down and Muzan explained to you that he was a demon. And after he was finished you just pulled your sleeve down and said "don't worry I don't mind. Are you hungry? You can have some of my blood."

Thank you for your request! Have a nice day/night

Hello! Can I request some scenarios with yandere! Uppermoons (+ Hantengu’s clones)(separate) where reader who’s well behaved and asks them if she can take a walk by herself outside? The demons think she’s planning an escape so they secretly stalk her only to she her just gathering flowers to decorate the hideout/infinity castle with. (Maybe she notices them and just says; “Pretty aren’t they?” Idk-) I apologize if this is too many characters!

Yandere! Uppermoons x behaved fem reader!

(I did all of the uppermoons except for Daki, Gyutaro, and Gyokko because I don’t know how to write them) (Sorry if some of them don’t sound that yandere like) Warnings: swearing, sexual themes (Karaku), one mention of a cult (Douma), one mention of the words “good girl” (Karaku)

Kokushibo

He will not like this idea one bit

Since your so well behaved though he will let you go outside just to see if he can still trust you

When you go a little far he will watch you from afar seeing if you try to run

But when he sees you playing in and looking at flowers he is in shock

Why don’t you try to run? Maybe you do really love him? What if it’s a trick?

All of those possibilities were going through his head

But when you saw him and waved with the biggest smile on your face he just melted on the inside

He really chose the right person

Douma

He will say yes to see if you end up playing a game of cat and mouse

He loves chasing you then punishing you after

But he hasn’t needed to punish you in so long due to your well behavior

He wants to see if it was a trick the whole time so he takes you outside holding your hand and tells you not to go far

Well……you went a little far but you made sure you could get back and he could find you

He would be following you the whole time waiting until he can catch you and scare you

But when he hears you giggling at a rabbit you found he’s in awe

When you went back the way you came and back to the cult house he was so proud

Now you get to go outside more sue to how loyal you proved you are

Now you can escape much easier

Akaza

In that moment he almost snapped at you saying no once you asked but he stopped himself

This would be a good time to test your loyalty

Wouldn’t it?

He let you go outside and saw how happy you were to be in the out doors finally after so many years

He really didn’t want you to be alone due to the fact you might run and he didn’t want to deal with that today

But he left you alone

He was really watching you from a tree but what’s the difference

Once you started making a flower crown he was surprised and proud at the same time

You knew he was in the tree so you looked at him in the eyes, smiled, and said “thank you”

He knew he could trust you more now

Get out of there

Sekido

He will look at you like you have lost your fucking mind

But he ends up letting you go outside because he felt like it

You were well behaved and listened to everything he said so he had a little bit of hope that you wouldn’t run away because he doesn’t wanna deal with that shit

He will follow you and if you start to run away you will get electrocuted and back to square one when you were first kidnapped

When you stop walking and sit by a tree and just look up at the stars he’s surprised but thankful omg he isn’t angry for once

You ended up falling asleep on the tree so he picked you up and carried you back home

You just earned more of his trust

Karaku

He won’t be surprised that you wanted to go outside

Since you have been a good girl he will allow you to go outside and have fun

He warned you that if you ran off to far that there would be punishments

He followed you of course but you didn’t know he was there

You were playing in a flower field just dancing with the smile he loved so much

He was thinking about how much he wanted to fuck you those flowers loves you

Hearing your happy voice made him happy so now it is a daily routine for him to let you go outside (at night of course we can’t have you running away now)

He fucked you in the flowers because he couldn’t resist

Aizetsu

He would be very scared to let you go outside

But you have been very sweet and kind to him for a while now after your kidnapping

He let you go in the backyard of the little house in the woods and watched you from the window

You were sitting there staring at the stars kicking you feet back and forth

You knew he was watching you from the window so you waved your hand for him to come outside

He was slightly happy that you were asking him to do such a thing

He was so happy with how obedient you have become

Urogi (I am obsessed with his voice)

Urogi already takes you outside to fly with him

He will always hold you close so you can’t move much

But one night you wanted to go alone….

Urogi didn’t like that much

He thought you were going to try to leave him

He allowed you to only because of how good you have been lately

He followed you though making sure you pulled no tricks

He was very upset and mad that you wanted to go alone

He became more possessive because of that

The Owl Has Claws

Pairing: Travis x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, protectiveness, mentioned sex work, kissing, domestic fluff

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: Fic written for @everykewlusernameistaken.

You and Travis loved each other more then anyone in Hell. You may have had an open relationship but you cared for each other more then anyone in Hell and beyond. “Love ya, gotta go to work now but, hey, I might get a nice bonus. Then I’m taking ya to a fancy dinner.”

You smiled at Travis before he left for work. You knew how hard he worked to provide for both of you, and bragged about all the movies he got to direct. Before you watched him leave, you kissed him firmly, his ears moving back and forth in happiness.

There were a lot of movies that he directed, sometimes asking you if you think the script is good enough. “I’m not writing a porno for you Travis.” He barked out a laughter every time you brought that up.

As the day went by you couldn’t help but feel there was something you were forgetting. Something related to Travis. Not his hat, not his tie, not his phone, he texted you just a bit ago. What was it?

“Shit! His lunch!” It was still on the counter! You meant to give it to him but were then swept up in his flattering words.

You picked it up and rushed out the door. You never met his boss but you heard stories about the great, big and scary Valentino. One of the VVV’s and the leading man of any aspect of adult entertainment in the Pride ring. Also stories of him being rather harsh and unforgiving to his employees when they made mistakes.

You couldn't help but feel nervous as you made your way to Valentino's Studio. The hallways were dimly lit and the air was thick with the scent of smoke, alcohol and sex. You took a deep breath and knocked on the door, hoping that you wouldn't make a fool of yourself in front of the infamous Valentino, and your boyfriend.

Valentino's voice boomed from inside the room, yelling insults to whoever was in the room with him. You entered cautiously, clutching the lunch box tightly in your hands. The room was cast in red and pink lights, a filming room, staff members running from one end to the other. It was more organized then you thought it be. “Wow.” You whispered, catching the attention of Travis and Valentino.

“Sugar?” Travis’s voice came out as a high squeak, his ears flat against his head.

“That’s your bitch?” His imposing figure and sharp gaze made you feel even more intimidated. “Travis, you sly owl. How’d you ever get a hottie like that?”

Travis looked from side to side, almost looking guilty of something. Guilty and mildly scared. “Ah, I’m a lucky man, mister Valentino.” His grin felt completely forced as he looked up at the tall moth demon. Valentino chuckled at his reply and turned his attention to you, the new person in the room.

Valentino walked towards you slowly, three hands on his hip, one holding his cigar and taking a long drag of the red smoke. The drug that he makes. “Hm, and what exactly brings you here sweet thing?” Now that his attention was fully on you and no one else you felt a cold chill run down your spine, making you freeze on the spot. “Speechless. I’m not surprised. Many people are in my presence. Don’t blame yourself.”

“Uh… I’m here to…” You coughed when Valentino blew a puff of smoke into your face, the drug making you dizzy for a moment. “Travis.”

“Ah! You want a role! I’m not sure if Travis is actor material but if you’re into him it can work. Everyone is horny for someone, darling!” The red smoke circled around you, around your hips and your neck, tightening it’s hold. While Valentino’s smirk and eyes glowed pink, showing his power in this place.

Travis quickly stepped between you two, breaking the chains of smoke.

“Trust me sir, I asked many times. This one.” Travis nodded his head towards you, “Not one for the cameras.” He chuckled, or tried to.

“Okay! Okay, sir, uh… let me just um… step outside for this, it’ll only take a second heh!” Travis pushed you back towards the door while keeping the other hand extended towards his boss. That smile was still on his face, but his while body seemed to be on edge from talking to Valentino that way. He was scared, really scared, and yet he was standing up for you in front of everyone.

Travis was never the bravest demon. He cold throw down in a bar brawl for sure, he could get in a few fights, but it was always with low-lives, drunks, demons who he knew wouldn’t be a big deal. Before every Extermination he would make sure everting in your shared apartment was secured so the angels couldn’t get inside. But he has never stood up for those so much more powerful then him.

You especially didn’t think he’d stand up to one of the VVV’s. And his own boss no less. All for your safety and comfort. He might have been a sleazebag through and through but he loved you, he cared about you and in that moment he made sure you knew it.

“Oh my fucking god. I thought he was gonna rip me limb from limb back there. Shit!” Travis leaned against a wall and fanned himself with his hat, his heart shaped eye darting around the room to make sure you’re alone. “What the fuck are ya doing here?!”

“You forgot your lunch.” You gave him the heart shaped box, your smile small and shy. “Thought you might be hungry until your shift is done so…yeah.”

Travis’s eyes widened as he looked at the box. “Oh. I guess I was in a hurry.” His hands brushed against yours as he accepted, “Thanks doll. Ya always take such good care of me.”

“Well someone has to. You trash owl man.” You cupped his cheeks and kissed him, already tasting the alcohol on his tongue, “They give you the good stuff here huh?”

“Only the best from mister Valentino! Just don’t be alone with him. He’s a little… well he can be a lot to handle for newer folks. I don’t have a lot to do today so ya can wait till I’m done. Gonna try and see about that extra cash.” Brave of him to ask after the display he put on for Valentino. Just goes to show how much Travis cares about you.

His work took almost the whole day but within it you got swept up by Velvette, dressed up like a doll and then told you weren’t what she was looking for after all and kicked out by the social media Queen herself. An eventful way to be sure. At least she let you keep the fancy clothes she put on you.

“Oh man, am I glad I’m not on the other side of that camera. My ass could not-” Travis stretched his arms from side to side as he walked into the hallway, “Oh! The fuck- what happened to ya now? Not that ya don’t look nice it’s just eh… different. In a good way!”

“Thank you. Velvette dressed me up and then told me I wasn’t pretty enough for the shoot.”

“Ya look pretty enough to me, doll!” Travis pulled you into a big hug, “And take a looksie at this! I managed to get that bonus. Something about bringing in armcandy or some shit, I donno.”

You were spun around in a big hug and lead through the hallways, trying not to look at the many suggestive pictures of your boyfriend's boss. It was kinda hard when they were all over the damn place. Eventually the two of you made it to the car. Playing a gentleman, Travis opened the door for you and closed them, then jumped over the hood of the car trying to look all cool.

He tripped.

Pov: Adam running to get married with Y/n

@russelross68 thanks for the idea!

・﹒・ first sight

Summary: It was love at first sight. Literally. As soon as you popped in at the pearly gates, you immediately fell for the guardian of it as he asked for your name. After a week of being in Heaven, you visit him again and ask him out on a date and he says yes.

Warnings: 18+, fluff

Pairing: Saint Peter x GN!reader

You were somewhere, now you were here. Where was "here" exactly? Well, from what you gather, you had ended up in Heaven. You weren't sad or anything, in fact, you couldn't even remember how you died, you were just confused. Walking down the pathway closer to the gates, it was quiet until a man with blond, swirly hair, wide smile and wings popped up from the podium that was on the side.

"Hiya! Can I get your name please?" You nervously spoke your name and he opened up his huge book- assumedly full of names. It searched for a few seconds before finding it and exclaiming it with glee.

"Welcome to Heaven! Here, we are full of the best of the best and the brightest of the brightest!" His smile was so wide, he was so excited to see another soul in Heaven, you couldn't help but think he was so adorable, you didn't even know his name. Time to rectify that.

"Thank you! Uh, would I be able to get your name?" You asked, which caused the angel to go wide-eyed. He then flew up from the stand with eagerness as he planted himself right in front of you.

"Nobody's ever asked my name before! Well- not anyone of recent...ah. It's Saint Peter! So nice to meet you!" He seemed to excited that someone else was showing interest in him, maybe he's at this gate too long besides himself? It made you feel bad a bit, he seems like a really guy and frankly quite adorable.

"It's nice to meet you too! Are you out here all alone?"

"Oh! Well we usually have shifts! I'm just out here more often than others since I love welcoming people!" He was just a ball of sunshine, you couldn't help but form a crush in him already and you haven't even gotten past the gates yet!

"Well, I hope to see you around Peter! Can't stay at these gates forever...ha" You felt leaving him, but you still had to actually enter Heaven. Making a mental note to visit him when you had time, you watched as his smile turned into frown, the sight made you feel bad.

"Ah yeah. That's right! Well, welcome to Heaven! An angel will be with you shortly to help you get settled in!" With a wave of his hand, you watched as those huge gates opened up into a very beautiful city with angels in all forms enjoying life and flying around.

"Bye!" You smiled and waved as you made your way in and he flew back up to the podium. He smiled and waved back as you stepped foot into your new life and the gates closed behind you. You already started to miss him.

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A week had gone by and you settled in fine. You had made a lot of new friends and loved your new life. But you couldn't help but miss Saint Peter, even if you only had talked for a few minutes. Sitting out on the promenade with one of your new friends, you were talking about the new ice cream flavor you had tried earlier when a familiar voice made itself known. You turned and saw Saint Peter flying and saying hello to people.

"Peter!" You called out, hoping to get his attention, and that you did as he immediately heard you and looked over. Smiling, he flew down right in front of you and he looked so happy to see you again. You were very happy to see him again too.

"Hiya! How's Heaven been so far?" He asked, unable to contain his joy as you told him how amazing it was and your friend even joined in. It felt so natural to slip into conversation with him, he loved to ramble about all the good things here and told you many places to visit and other angels that would be good friends with you. You had been debating on asking him on a date for a while, and this was the perfect time.

"Would you want to uh...go on a date? You could show me some places yourself!" You chuckled nervously as you watched his eyes go wide and his smile grow larger. he squealed and grabbed both of your hands, lifting them up in glee.

"Oh my gosh! A date! Nobody has ever asked me that! Of course! Oh! I could take you to the Waterfall of God. Or the replica of Eden. Or the Cloud shopping mall. Or-" You stopped him a laugh and gently squeezed his hands.

"Hey, I know wherever you want to go, I'll love it. Plus, we don't have to do just one date, after all"