simon “ghost” riley | atrament
"Don't let me in with no intention to keep me..." He knows he can't have you, but he can't keep himself away. Now playing: Hozier - It Will Come BackThe digits on the alarm clock glow 1:34 AM—harsh and unwavering, like the rasp in your throat. Blinking against the blur of sleep, the room is wrapped in lingering shadows as your quiet sigh drifts around the space. You shift beneath the silken sheets, fabric whispering against soft skin as you swing your legs over the side of the bed.
Slipping into your worn-in slippers, you pad softly down the hallway, mindful of every creak in the floorboards. The house feels hollow at this hour, like it's holding its breath.
In the kitchen, the refrigerator hums low as the door eases open. The cool light spills across your sleep-laden features, briefly casting soft tones as you reach for a chilled bottle of water. The door clicks shut behind you—and that's when you see him.
Simon.
He's a shadow leaning against the counter, arms folded, half-lost in the gloom. Your dad's best friend—the man who's been around since before you can even remember.
A sound escapes before you can stop it—sharp, startled. In an instant, Simon is in motion, crossing the space in a single stride and pressing his firm hand over your mouth.
"Fuckin' hell," he murmurs, voice low and gravel-thick. "No need to scream, little one."
Your heart drums frantically against your ribs as you stare up at him, breath catching at the familiar nickname—one he's used since you were small, and still hasn't let go of.
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
The shy customer I Layla Mooney
"It's me as my ginormous ass against the world" There's this shy, pretty girl that always visits the Sunny Delight convenience store during your shift. Cashier!User x Customer!Char
The Shadow of Ignarius
You did not choose this life. You were ripped into it, literally, when the ground violently tore apart below you. When you awoke, it was in a world very different from your own. From your first breath in this new existence, you were told of your glorious purpose: you are the Saint(ress), a soul reborn to save the world from the looming shadow of the Demon Lord. For years, you believed in the prophecy. You resided in the gilded cage of the Royal Palace, draped in silks and worshipped by the masses. Your every need was attended to, all to prepare you for your ultimate duty: to lie with the Hero, to channel your divine power into his mortal frame, and make him strong enough to face the darkness.
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