CYHMSYNF - Ghost B.C x Reader - discontinued

Tea Time

I know I haven't done a chapter in a while so here you go. It might not be the best cause I got writer's block right now but I hope you enjoy either way.

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Aurora x Reader

Trigger Warnings
-none

Type
-cute/fluff

Element
Any

Pov
-Third

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It was 5 o'clock in the morning...

So why was there so much noise coming from the kitchen?

That's a good question! One that was in your mind from the moment you woke up. Why would anyone be up at this godly hour AND making such a racket.

Now awake you couldn't fall back asleep, but that didn't stop you from trying. Tossing and turning, pulling your pillow and rugs over your head, you tried everything to block out the noise. Weren't you just so lucky to have a room just down the hall from the kitchen, thanks stupid duties.

You were a kitchen ghoul/ghoulette, a night one at that. So you prepared meals for dinner, desert and any other late night specialties. Meaning you didn't normally get to bed until well after midnight.

Giving into your horrid fate you threw the rugs off of your now cold body and put a hoodie on instead. Figuring there wouldn't be anyone else with a brain awake right now you couldn't care less about your appearance. Sweats and a hoodie held your dignity well enough. As you crept out of bed and past your door into the dimly lit hallways of the first floor, the noise instantly got louder.

A headache was forming due to your sensitive ears that picked up every little clang and crash. What was this thing doing?!?

You covered your ears while walking down the short hall to the kitchen, a faint glow of light coming from the mostly shut door. Using your foot the door kicked open it  revealed the cause of the disturbance.

Pov
-First

A single ghoulette was hunched over a bench, glass in hand with mess everywhere. And now when I say everywhere I mean it. There was two broken glasses on the floor accompanied by some utensils and about 5 pots. Then on the bench was ingredients of all kinds from lemons to chocolate and sugar to salt. With even the pantries contents being spilt, bags of flour making the floor white and liquids spilling from dropped bottles.

Neither of us spoke, just staring at eachother my eyes often glancing to the mess infront, beside and behind her.

This was definitely not a kitchen ghoul.

The silence was gratifying, giving my ears sweet release to adjust properly. I took a very, very deep breath in to calm my other nerves closing my eyes to do so. This way I wouldn't explode when they opened again. Speaking of which, when I did open them again, she was gone.

I jumped from the initial scare, frantically searching for her in the kitchen before realising she made a runner.

Great, just great, what a fucking way to start my morning.

I honestly felt like curling into a ball and just ✨dying✨ right then and there.

It was too too early for this shit...

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I don't know why but I feel like that was a good place to leave this one off. I will most likely make a part two to this one though as it is a bit of a sudden ending.

Despite that, I have enjoyed writing this short little chapter and I hope you enjoy reading it. Like normal vote or comment if you liked the chapter and thankyou for reading.

Loves xx

-Pyrem

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