❄️⛸️ a surprise meeting. ❄️⛸️ part one. (SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY x SNOWANGEL!READER) ♡ part two

she's looking at ghost, utterly starstruck, peeking up at him with the most staggered gaze above her book. he's like a character straight out of manga! what the heck is he doing at the library? 

he's looking nowhere specifically, but there's something fiery beneath his stoic exterior. it's like he's quietly on high alert. it has her looking around at the people in here. they're either searching the web or quietly writing, surrounded by tons of books. what is he waiting for?….

she hums softly. reminding herself it's not her business. trying to get back into her fantasy world. she shifts, sitting pretzel style on the floor of one of the aisles, wearing ugg boots topped with legwarmers and ear muffs over her ears. she's pretty cozy in this heat-hissing place as the snow pounds down outside. she'd trudge through any amount of snow to spend the afternoon in her favorite place.

she's in the world of otaku vampire's love bite. smiling softly to herself. relating to the girl who doesn't go out much and is an otaku. gosh, she wishes she could draw like this!

‘don’t move,' a male voice says, his accent having her ears perking up.

she's peeking up at him. the man who should be in one of her favorite books. she's swallowing down fear when she sees just how massive he and his weapons are. she kind of wants to scream and run away. hiding in the bathroom or beneath one of these tables sounds like a really good idea. 

❄️⛸️ a surprise meeting. part four. ❄️⛸️ part one ♡

after he saved her life, she gave him the biggest hug. just clung to him, trembling, cheek buried against his chest. white-knuckled him like the savior he is.

he couldn't help but be endeared. he wasn't thinking about her feelings. he was simply doing his job. he had to separate his emotions from ‘ghost’ a long time ago, leaving him solely as a killing machine. for a moment, though, he cracked open. hand rubbing her back. ‘s’alright,' he told her. 

not sure what to give a person who has saved you from getting blown to pieces or even worse, she knitted him some gloves a few weeks later when her hands finally stopped trembling. ‘are those for me?’ he asks.

she's nodding. they're wrapped in a black bow, as he does not seem like the type to prefer color. 

he's smiling. ‘you made these?’ 

‘yeah. i knit things sometimes.’ she's tugging at the earmuffs she's wearing. ‘i made these.’ 

he's stunned. ‘you made those with your hands? by yourself?!’

she's laughing softly, nodding. ‘yes.’ 

‘wow!’ 

a new form. ❄️⛸️ part four.𑣲⋆｡˚ part one 𑣲⋆｡˚

by the time he’s finished kissing you, his lips are blue, and his eyes are a mix between the forest and the sun. snowflakes trickling down around you both, it's like the most romantic snowglobe come to life.

‘simon,’ you breathe, fingers brushing over his bottom lip. fur is erupting from his skin, a growl leaving his throat, and he’s on your floor, merrily taking up all its space, howling. you gasp! putting your hand over his snout. ‘shhh.ᐟ’

he’s licking your hand. nuzzling against your torso. wagging his big, heavy tail.

you’re smiling as always. petting his light colored fur. ‘you got some grey,’ you tease.

showing ghost your apartment for the first time ⛸️❄️ (SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY x SNOWANGEL!READER)

he's looking around at all of your books so neatly organized by series and order, tucked away on their shelf. your computer where you game. your collection of figurines, some in boxes, and others neatly placed around your space. it's such an odd contrast to his own home. he's not sure he's a fan of anything. what are his hobbies? what brings him joy? his work has become his entire life.

'it's a bit much, hm?' you offer, feeling like he despises what he sees.

'no, love. it's great.' he drags a finger across one of your manga series. 'could i have a look?

you're nodding, taking one out to show him. he's flipping through the black and white pages, humming approvingly. 'show me your games.'

you turn your computer chair around, sitting down, and spinning around in it a few times before turning everything on and showing him. he picks you up, sits down in your seat, and puts you on his lap, enamoured and lost in your fantasy world.

before he knows it, the sun has set, and he's holding figurines, shaking one of your many snow globes, surrounded by a million books he's read, and is gushing about them with you. 'you're perfect!' you tell him.

୭𑣲 ᵎᵎ 🧁books

❄️⛸️ a surprise meeting. part two ❄️⛸️  ♡ part one ♡ part three

she's looking around, trying not to move. he's walking past her. just a little bit. peering around the corner.

she wants to ask him what's going on. instead, she's hugging her book for comfort, pressing herself up against the bookshelf behind her, trusting the military man knows best. 

there's a man with a gun in here, and that's why he was called in. as smart as she is, she's also quick to convince herself that she's crazy, or she's just seeing things, or her mind is just too wrapped up in its fantasy-seeking stories, and it's playing out in real time. 

so she goes about her day without realizing she is, in fact, being stalked by her professor, and he's been inside her apartment. the door was scraped at. her snowglobe was misplaced. that feeling of being watched in the shower and followed down the street when she goes grocery shopping is because he creeps into the bathroom without her knowing and follows her while she's out and about. it's not paranoia without fact.

a new form. ❄️⛸️ part three.𑣲⋆｡˚ part four ⋆｡˚

entering your front door, he's stripping off his shirt, kicking off his shoes, tugging down his pants, and flinging off his socks. in nothing but his briefs, fists balled tightly, one holding the mask, he's sitting in your gaming chair, head thrown back in pain and emotional torture.

you're looking at him, trying not to blush. nearly drooling over his toned torso and the way the veins are protruding from his arms. you’re also trying to figure out how to say what you want to say without ticking him off so badly that you make him feel a million times worse. 'si...'

he tilts his head to look at you. giving you a soft groaning sound as a reply.

'.....................i think you're having such trouble because you're rejecting yourself. you took all your clothes off, and look what's in your hand.'

he's confused. about to say something like: well were you expecting me to take off my briefs, too, love? but then he looks down at his hand and he's white-knuckling the mask.

'that's your protection. your armour. not just physically, but emotionally.'

he's solemn. quiet for a very long time. refusing to make eye contact with you. just looking at the mask. the truth it holds. the way you trigger him. your hands are shaking, and your eyes are welling with tears, so scared he's going to leave and never speak to you again. you hate calling him out on things, but sometimes it feels necessary. especially now when you're a witness to his pain.

you're grabbing a book from your shelf. .'.........there's this girl.....this fantasy girl......' you're showing him the black and white pages full of illustrations. 'and she's a vampire, but her body is rejecting the change because she's a people-pleaser, and the last thing people-pleasers do is feed off people...'

he's biting back a smile. looking at the side of your face rather than the book. 'i'm certainly not a people-pleaser.'

you laugh softly. 'nooo you are not.' you're looking at him, worry coating your gaze. somehow, seeing your concern and fear makes him feel better inside. you love him. he never realized that before.

you're putting the book down. 'you're a really great friend, si. and you're a kind-hearted person, too. you helped an old lady up her steps yesterday. practically carried her when everyone else just walked past. i know you feel a different way inside, but feelings aren't always the trut-

a new form. ❄️⛸️ part two.𑣲⋆｡˚ part three˚

'oh, gods, simon.ᐟ'

usually, he can shift whenever he wants. lately, though he's been having some trouble, and it's been making him moodier, quieter, angrier...

you're throwing your bag over your shoulder, not even bothering to change your shoes, too worried about your best friend.

you know he hates being coddled, so you're biting back your tongue and trying not to ask too many concerned questions. all you want to do is wrap your arms around him and fix him. 'don't take me to my apartment, snow. want to go to yours,' he offers softly, voice trembling. right now, he'd prefer nothing more than to be surrounded by all things you.

he thinks of you all the time. when he's alone in his home, he's thinking of you and your collection of snowglobes and how you're probably lost in your fantasy world. when he goes on dates, he's comparing them all to you. when he's at work, and he has a moment to himself, it's you he's wondering about, and that's why he's always texting you. because you bring him comfort and totally ease his loneliness. which is something he'd never voice aloud.

you're nodding. trying to move quickly so no one sees him and asks questions. you're not even thinking how ridiculous you must look.

he's taking the mask off, making your jaw drop, his eyes something pitiful.

a new form. ❄️⛸️ (wolf!simon x snowangel!reader) 𑣲⋆｡˚ part two 𑣲⋆｡˚

'something's wrong with me,' he tells you.

he's such a serious person, but he's also the most dramatic. even when he's making a joke, it's a deadly one, and it's done with the simplest phrase. right now, you don't think much of what he's saying. maybe he's joking. maybe he's about to follow it up with something silly. 

in your little skirt, black tights, and matching leg warmers, you stop ice skating because his hands are trembling, and he's dripping sweat onto the rink.