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sunrise suffocation ; xu minghao

ʕっ• ᴥ • ʔっ summary; an unusual pair are called upon as the guardian angel of a small child but sour attitudes don't last long
ʕっ• ᴥ • ʔっ genre & tags; fluff / demon!minghao / angel!reader / enemies to lovers, supernatural edition / they can't stand eachother at the start / mentions of blades/weaponry / tattoed hao
ʕっ• ᴥ • ʔっ pairing; minghao x afab!reader
ʕっ• ᴥ • ʔっ word count; 2.5k words

ʕっ• ᴥ • ʔっ author's note; i will not state how many times i've watched this gif; fanfic name is lyrics from 'plastic hearts' by miley cyrus // also use of "甜心" (tián xīn) by minghao, translates to sweetheart (please correct if otherwise)
⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

Oh that red hair you oh-so despised. Why must it have been him you were paired with to watch over this child with? You would certainly speak with the higher powere about this situation when you returned to heaven.

"Why the sour face, 甜心?" he mocked, spinning the dagger between his fingers in some fancy trick, "not happy to see me?"

He pouted, jutting out his lower lip as he finished the question with a tilt of his head. You scowled, clicking your tongue as you folded your arms across your chest.

"Why the fuck would I ever be happy to see you?" You hissed back lowly, narrowing your eyes at the red head. Nothing would distract your eyes from falling to the black horns that curled out of his skull and parted that bright coloured hair a little or the piercingly blue eyes that stayed on your lithe form in front of him.

"Such harsh language when we're assigned to a kid," he tutted, creating a small 'tsk' sound as you both turned your head to watch the kid doing cartwheels on the grass not far away from you, "cheer up."

"I'll cheer up when this is over," you mumbled, exhaling as you dropped your tense shoulders, "what are we even supposed to be doing with her?"

"Well," Minghao spoke, stopping his dagger tricks suddenly, "we have to make sure she makes the right decisions until she turns 18 - oh and make sure she doesn't get killed, that's mainly your job."

Your eyes fell on him with a glare, scoffing. Of course that was your job, you'd be taking the kid to the high gates of heaven if you didn't do your job successfully - and frankly that was the last thing you wanted to do with your boss' temper. The two of you stood there for a few more moments, metres apart as you refused to go any closer to him. The damned kid had just turned 6 and you had to work with this asshole as her guardian angel until she was 18? If you could you'd have jumped off a cliff, except you can't die and therefore it would be futile.

-

The sun decided to be particularly temperamental on this day, dashing to hide behind clouds and dulling the mood occasionally. Minghao and yourself was sat at a quaint table outside a coffee shop. Inside the coffee shop sat your assigned child - Shin-hye, who was now 16 on a date with a guy from her school.

Minghao drummed his fingers against the glass table, watching her through the window.

"She has awful taste in men." He muttered, shaking his head before tilting his head back. You took the moment to admire the pale skin of his neck, littered in black ink. You clicked your tongue to object his opinion on the guy Shin-hye was seeing however a chime from your phones cut you off. Your gaze fell to the message: should Shin-hye kiss Eunwoo?

In a split second, the two of you scoffed, both echoing out loud an "absolutely not!" in sync. You stared at Minghao and Minghao stared back with the blue eyes that were growing on you - at least they were certainly less scary. Had you both just agreed on something for the first time in the past ten years you'd been working together on this assignment? Yes, yes you had - and in sync too, to make matters worse. The sound of the coffee shop's bell chimed as the door opened, promptly closing afterwards as Eunwoo passed the table that Minghao and yourself sat at. Both of your stares watched him leave, the silence thick and suffocating as neither of you knew what to say in the moment.