• imagines, fanfiction, one-shots and drabbles reuploaded from my tumblr and ao3 @p1nkcanoe
!! CONTAINS MOSTLY SMUT AND OTHER NSFW, TREAD CAREFULLY
right now I'm writing for:
• ghost characters and personas
• ghouls
• papas
• reader inserts
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mountain x gn!reader fluff and smut !! smut; alludes to sex
Mountain is an unholy creature; a ghoul summoned from the pits of Hell to serve and conform to the demands of his summoner. Equipped with a impressively massive build and ghoulish features, sharp claws, and thick horns that mirrored that of a ram, the last thing that anyone expected was his raw devotion to a mortal human being.
From the very beginning of his existence on earth, Mountain had a unique and powerful interest in the beauty of the natural world. Compared to the other earth ghouls in the abbey, he preferred to spend more time instilling his magick into the delicate intricacy of flowers and flowering trees. Around the abbey- for centuries- the ghoul felt out of place. He felt useless in his contribution to the clergy and couldn't help but feel guilt for the sheer amount of boredom he would experience when helping out with the grounds' greenhouse. His entire existence felt out of place when he was away from his drums and home from touring. He was lost until he met you.
A sibling of sin; onboarded to help with the basic needs and chores of the abbey. A helping hand, a servant much like himself. He never truly understood the reasons behind the separation of siblings and ghouls. You both had the same basic responsibilities, just much different physical forms and abilities. Nevertheless, Mountain took an almost immediate liking in the new sibling when you'd joined a couple years back. What started out as observing from a distance to passing glimpses in the halls to small conversations between work duties had flourished into a deep and powerful relationship over the course of countless seasons. Mountain had finally found his muse. His meaning. The most beautiful thing he'd ever seen; his flower.
The ghoul offered his devotion in many ways, but he had a particular dedication within his giving of gifts. Offerings of love often in the form of hand sown plants and floral arrangements. Each one grown and crafted with upmost care and the best presentation of raw earth magick and complete with the most miniscule details of your lives that you always believe he pays no attention to. Heartwarming gifts. Priceless details.
A bundle of lavender and eucalyptus. Tied together and hung with a bright yellow ribbon from the shower head. He said the ribbon reminded him of the color of the sun— if he could look into it— and compared it to the light that emitted from the pureness of your soul. The lavender had been picked from a recent walk outside the abbey grounds where you'd shared a picnic and a bottle of red wine. It had been warm that day. The oil of the eucalyptus filled your tired nerves every morning with ease and tranquility. He remembered you mentioning how the dust in the abbey's old vents bothered you. That helped, too.
A bundle of burgundy roses left in an antique crystal vase on the nightstand. He'd stolen the heirloom from the mantle in Copia's private study after you'd mentioned you liked it prior to catching a brief glimpse through a closing door. You felt bad for Copia being robbed of such a beautiful piece, but Mountain was a firm believer that you deserved it more. You chose not to fight him on it.
