Poking
Ghost Simon Riley x Gn!reader
Content Warning: Fluff fluff fluff! Some suggestive scenes too.
Poke. "Stop it." His voice deep rumbled like a sleeping beast and the British accent always kicked in hard. (Reader) however couldn't care less, and they poked the skull mask once again, where perhaps Ghost's cheek might've been. "I said stop." He spoke once again, a tad bit more stern than before.
(Reader) had many options at the time, take their hand away and just sit obediently, walk away and poke someone else, or just not get into more trouble. But can I say? It's (reader) of course, they were known to be a complete menace when needed to be. So once again- they poked.
The moment their index finger met Ghost's skull mask, he grabbed the finger in his large hand and glared at them with those piercing dark eyes. "Don't you think you're going overboard with these silly frolics of yours?" His grip was tight, tight enough to break their finger in a second.
However they just grinned, and poked the mask with their other hand. "Bloody hell..." He snapped- and grabbed the other hand, pushing (Reader) down on the couch, pinning them firmly. "I can poke you in much worse places y'know.." He gripped was strong, and had no intention of letting go.
That is until Price came, and spotted the two indulging in a very questionable act. "Didn't I tell you two to not do that here?" He then walked away with his loud rambling about how he doesn't get enough credit for having a bunch of horny military dogs.
(Reader) poked Ghost's mask again with their one free hand. He groaned in annoyance and just flopped onto them. Poke.
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how bad is it i just want some heartbreaking angst with viking!Simon for him to finally realise his wife is IT for him and how his feelings have developed into love and adoration
sorry this sucks I wrote it on the train home from work đ
c/w: kidnapping, happy ending
it happens when someone tries to tear your precious family apart. another raid on the village and heâs piled away from the heat of battle by his little wifeâs bloodcurdling scream. his heart is pounding when he finds you and you immediately drop to your knees in front of him, sobs ripping their way from your throat
his hands make a home on your elbows, trying to keep you up as your knees just give out in agony,
âour son! they took our baby, simon!â
his blood runs could when he hears this, his hands trembling as his own stand nearly gives out. he cradles your head to his chest, shushing you. he never knew the sounds of pain could make his heart stop in his chest like this
but itâs you. itâs your son. his family. everything that you had both worked so hard to build together. heâll die before he allows those scavengers to take this from him. he hands you off to price, telling him to look after you before saddling up on his black stallion. he spares you one last look before he sets off,
âIâll bring him home to us. where he belongs, I promise you that.â
the next few days are torture for you. you refuse to leave your home as the clan try to comfort you. bringing you food and trying to coax you to eat but how can you eat when you have no idea if your husband and son are okay
you sit by the window all day and all night, waiting to see that familiar steed trot back up to the village. itâs the middle of the night when you finally do. the sight of your husband cradling a small bundle to his chest makes you sit up instantly, wiping the tears that had been falling all day
youâre up on your feet instantly, darting out the door before simon can even plant his feet on the ground. when he sees you running towards him, he holds your son out instantly for you to grasp. you hug him to your chest as cries of relief leave your mouth,
âthank you, oh thank you, simon!â you wail, falling against him as he takes you both into his arms. the sight of your reunited family brings tears to everyoneâs eyes as simon wastes no time shuffling you and your son back into the house
even once your both settled into bed, your son bathed and changed as he feeds from your chest, the tears donât stop falling. simon understands, youâre a new mother who had her son snatched from her arms. youâre terrified of losing him again
âitâs okay, love. heâs home with us. where he belongsâŠâ your husband grunts, grasping your chin and placing a kiss to your forehead. affection is still sparse in your marriage but when it happens, itâs all natural
he doesnât sleep that night. he sits up all night, one arm hugging you to his chest and the other cradling your sleeping newborn. and simon realises that this is what his duty is. not protecting the clan, not being the most fierce warrior but rather, protecting you. his darling with and the precious son that you gifted him
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scars | remus lupin
pairing: remus lupin x reader
summary: based on this request!
a/n: so sorry i took awhile to post this req <33 remus art creds to: @/likeafunerall on ig!!
| posted: 4/2/24 | masterlist |
you and remus had been friends for quite some time now, bonding over your shared love for books and late night conversations. however, there was one thing you noticed about him - he never liked talking about his scars.
you, on the other hand, had a few scars yourself, but they were nothing compared to the ones that marred remus's skin. yours were mostly from childhood scrapes and silly accidents, each with its own funny story or memory attached to it. you would often laugh and joke about them, but whenever the topic of scars came up, remus would quickly change the subject.
one night, as the two of you sat in the gryffindor common room, you found yourself recounting the story behind a scar on your knee from falling out of a tree when you were younger. remus listened in awe as you animatedly described the events leading up to the fall and the hilarious aftermath.
â i can't believe you were that brave as a child,â remus said, his eyes shining with admiration. âi would have been too scared to even climb a tree.â
you chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at his words. âwell, you never know what you're capable of until you try, right?â
you noticed a shift in remus' demeanor. his eyes seemed to darken slightly, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. âis everything alright, remus?â you asked, concerned.
he hesitated for a moment before finally speaking, his voice low and hesitant. âi... i don't really like talking about my scars.â
you nodded understandingly, not wanting to push him further. but to your surprise, remus spoke up again, his voice barely above a whisper. âbut... hearing you talk about your scars and the memories behind them, it's... it's nice. It's like... they're not just scars, they're... stories.â
you smiled softly, feeling a warmth in your chest at his words. âyeah, they're like reminders of the adventures and mishaps we've had along the way.â
for a brief moment, there was a comfortable silence between the two of you, before remus spoke up once more, his voice stronger this time. âi... suppose I could share a story or two about my scars, if you're interested.â
you beamed at him, eager to hear the tales behind the mysterious marks that marred his skin. as the conversation shifted to remus, you couldn't help but notice the way his expression softened when he spoke about his scars. he reluctantly shared a few stories behind them, but you could tell it was difficult for him. you made sure to listen attentively, showing him the same patience and understanding he always showed you.
as remus finished telling his story, to which he now regretted telling, he nervously fidgeted with his hands.
noticing his demeanor, you smiled, reaching out to squeeze his hand in solidarity. âi think your scars are beautiful, remus,â you said softly, your eyes meeting his with warmth and understanding. âand i wouldn't change a single one of them because they're a part of what makes you who you are.â
remus met your gaze, his eyes shimmering with emotion as he processed your words. a soft smile played on his lips, and he squeezed your hand back gently. in that moment, you both shared a silent understanding, a newfound closeness that transcended words.
âthank you,â remus whispered, his voice filled with gratitude. âyou always see the best in people, don't you?â
you shrugged modestly, a hint of blush coloring your cheeks. âi just know a good soul when I see one.â
the two of you sat in a comfortable silence, the crackling of the fire in the common room providing a soothing background noise as you two continued talking through the night.
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Heart Chaser
Pairing: James Potter x Reader
CW: Grumpy reader, James getting injured, and Language.
Genre: Fluff
Summary: James tries to woo you over many times before, with what he does best- being a showoff and with a promise of a hogsmeade date if they win the quidditch tournament
Note: James is a certified simp. This is a self-indulgent one shot, enjoy reading!
James was stupid- it goes without saying. Stupidly in love with you, who wants nothing to do with him. He always greets you with his charming smile, you greet him back with a scowl or a sneer just for him.
He was like a stubborn gum stuck in the bottom of your shoes that you have a hard time getting rid of.
âIs he hit in the head? Why is he doing fucking flips when he could make our house win?â You scowl, arms folding over your chest as he whizzes near you, sending a wink your way. The other girls around you squealed, thinking it was for them as giggles and whispers surrounded you. If anything, you were quite the contrary. If you could puke, you probably wouldâve already done it by now.
âHm, Black is quite a good player. Quite better than their stupid captain who just knows how to show off.â You commented on seeing Sirius Black swinging his bat to hit the incoming bludger that was aimed at James, effectively protecting the chaser. Her friends, Mary and Marlene looked at each other, eyebrows raised in surprise.
âFancy dating a beater rather than a chaser, huh?â
Marlene teased while Mary chuckled, trying not to show her amusement to the annoyed you. âRight, so if I compliment a boy on his quidditch skills that means Iâm madly in love with him? Great.â You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you redirected your attention to the game.
âOh come on, we were just teasing you, Y/n!â Mary pokes your side playfully, âI shouldâve just let the sorting hat put me in Slytherin, that way I wouldnât have to deal with you both.â
âOh sod off, Y/n. You were pissing your pants in fear in front of older Slytherin students in our first year.â Marlene snickers, dodging your attempts to get to her as Mary tries to block you from actually hitting her.
âWhy you little- â
ââŠAnd the Gryffindor team wins!â
Cheers erupted from your side as you widened your eyes in surprise. There he was, James Potter got off his broom as Sirius started to carry him on his shoulders, their teammates surrounding them. James met your eyes and smiled (quite stupidly in your opinion) sending a wink your way which made a sour look appear on your face. What a showoff.
âCâmon, gameâs over. I donât want to see Potheadâs face more than whatâs necessary.â You grabbed them both and left the quidditch pitch. Marlene protested at first, but then immediately tried to persuade you into joining the common room party that night.
âYeah yeah, whatever.â You waved her off, wanting Marlene to shut up and forget what you said. Oh, how wrong you were.
Which placed you in your current position, Marlene and Mary basically dragged you to the common room where you saw people drunk, dancing, or snogging. âStay here, Y/n!â Weâll be back!â Marlene giggled, as she and Mary went off to Merlin-knows-where. You felt stupid and out of place, so you just stuck to the side and watched the scenes in front of you unfold.
âDidnât think you were the type to attend parties like this.â A chuckle was heard, looking in the direction of the voice, you saw Remus, leaning against the wall much like what you are doing. You let out a scoff, âMarlene and Mary left to go snog some random people,â He lets out a laugh, âI figured. Would you like some butterbeer?â He offers, you shake your head politely. âItâs alright, I do love some firewhisky.â You joked, his eyebrows shot up in amusement and surprise as Sirius neared you both, seemingly heard your conversation.
âYouâre quite surprising, Y/n! No wonder you got Prongs wrapped around your finger.â Sirius had his famous grin plastered on his face, handing you a shot of Olgdenâs Old firewhisky. Your eyebrows narrowed suspiciously at Sirius, who urged you to take it. Just where did he even get that and how did he manage to sneak it in?
 âWhatâs life without a little risk?â
âDonât even think about giving that to her, Padfoot.â
Like a knight in shining armor, James seemed to pop out of nowhere, getting in between you and Sirius, giving his best friend a disapproving look. Sirius grins sheepishly, raising one arm up in mock surrender, âAlright, Prongsie. Sorry dove! Next time, alright?â Sirius looked at you, winking and running off to somewhere before James could whack him. Remus follows Sirius closely behind to ensure he doesnât do anything too stupid.
âThanks, Potter.â You practically forced yourself to utter those words to the boy who had a quite lovestruck look on his face.
âAnything for you, Y/n.â
âAlright, Iâve had enough. Goodbye, congratulations on your win.â You sneered, trying to ignore the blush creeping in your cheeks at the obviously lovestruck James, who seemed to snap out of his trance. âH-hold on!â He grabs your wrist gently, stopping you.
âIf we win the next game, letâs go to Hogsmeade.â
Alright, you werenât expecting that. You stilled, trying to fight the stupid butterflies that started to appear in your tummy. What is happening to you? Did you find James attractive suddenly? This needs to be stopped, at least you hope it will.
âNo- â
âY/n, please! I wonât even pass notes to you anymore in class just to get us both in detention!â He pleads, you must admit that he looks quite cute. Raising an eyebrow, you tried to fight off the amused smirk threatening to make its way on your lips. âSo, youâre admitting that you did that so we can spend detention together?â You shouldâve whacked him upside the head and be annoyed but strangely, you find it, dare you say- adorable.
James scratched the back of his neck, he was caught. âErm⊠So, is that a yes?â You clicked your tongue, âWin the game first then weâll talk.â
âIt seems like the Gryffindorâs Captain is in high spirits today!â
You hear the commentatorâs voice rang throughout the cheering crowd. Crossing your arms, you observed James, his demeanor is quite different from last time. Heâs more serious than ever, barely even showing off or sending a quick your way when he flies close next to you. It was a huge difference, not that you were bummed out about it (which you secretly are.)
Marlene snickered, noticing your reaction. âWhy the long face? Potter not paying attention to you?â
âSod off, Marlene.â You grumbled, shoving her lightly making her laugh. âHey! So itâs true! Mary, Potter managed to woo our Y/n- â You glared at her, a hint of blush dusting your cheek. âI can only tolerate so much, Marls.â
The banter was cut short when you heard gasps and the commentatorâs alarmed voice was heard. âIt appears that James Potter was knocked off his broom by Ravenclawâs beater, and heâs falling quite fast! Someone get Madame Pomfrey!â
You paled, mouth turning dry as your eyes searched frantically at the enormous quidditch pitch, feeling your stomach drop as you saw James freefall to the ground quickly.  âNoâŠâ Luckily, someone managed to make his fall to the ground a bit less dangerous by turning the ground into a putty-like texture. Biting your lip nervously, you wince as James landed with a loud thud.
He wheezed, lying on the ground, and holding his arm that was probably broken. âMerlin, that actually hurts.â He looks around, shutting his eyes in embarrassment. Out of all the places he could have fallen in, it just simply had to be in front of where you sat. James can already hear you rejecting him taking you out this Saturday.
Rushing to the Hospital Wing, you opened the doors with a loud thud, not caring if you disturbed other patients as you made a beeline to James who was talking with the rest of Marauders.
âYou dumb oaf! How could you possibly lose balance in your own broom?!â You furrowed you eyebrows as you saw James visibly wince, feeling ashamed, he looked down at his arm cast. Mary places a hand on your shoulder as Marlene casts an apologetic look towards the boys.
âHow will I say yes to your stupid little Hogsmeade date if youâre injured?â You âtskedâ, crossing your arms in front of your chest, ignoring everyoneâs surprised reaction. Sirius whistled, already slapping James on the back as Remus widened his eyes, Peter had his mouth open in shock and your friends stared at you in surprise, looking like you just grew another head.
James quickly looked up at you, eyes beaming with happiness as a dopey smile made its way on his face. âYou⊠you agree?â He bit his lip, trying to contain his excitement. You raised your eyebrows, a small amused smile settling on your face. âI donât know youâre that daft, but yes. Iâll go on a date with you Potter.â
Everyone around you cheered quietly as Madame Pomfrey sent a warning glare to your group. James grins, leaning in your direction as he looks at you. âBrilliant.â His voice is a soft murmur, only meant for you. Madame Pomfreyâs glare dissolves into a knowing smile as she turns away, giving you both a moment of privacy.
James had a way of capturing peopleâs hearts by just being himself, he even managed to capture yours- and he doesnât even think about letting it go.
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little family || remus lupin
pairing: remus lupin x reader
1,258 words, single mom! reader, established relationship, FLUFFY FLUFF, kid fic, maybe i just crave domesticity
a/n: back to back fics like who is she... (had this in the drafts for a WHILE) omfg guys this was soooo crazy indulgent I'm gong crazy no i did not proof read but i hope you like it anway
Remus is just about to leave work when he gets the call. He sees your contact name pop up on his screen, Y/N <3.
"Hello?" he says when he picks up the call.
"Hi, Re," you reply. You voice sounds rushed and anxious. "Do you happen to be free today?"
"I am, love. What is it?" he asks softly, stopping in his tracks to listen to you.
"Something came up at work today that I have to stay and handle, could you pick up Lyla from daycare?"
Lyla, a little girl equivalent to a ball of sunshine. Though you had only been dating for over a year, he sees her as his own.
"Of course I will. I'll bring her back to yours?"
"Yes please, thank you so much. I'll buy takeout for dinner when I'm done. You okay with that?"
"Yeah, sure. I'll go pick her up now."
He hears you heave a sigh of relief over the phone. "I appreciate you so much, I love you."
He smiles. "I love you, too. I'll see you later."
Remus reaches the daycare and realises he doesn't know what he's supposed to do. He walks by the window and sees Lyla colouring in her classroom. She notices the movement and looks up from her drawing. He can't hear her through the window but she's jumping around and cheering at the sight of him, waving excitedly.
He waves back at her, smiling, then notices one of her teachers gesturing to meet her at the entrance.
She gets past the gate to the classroom, leaving Lyla behind. "Hi, I know you're here for Lyla but since you're not her mum I'm going to need your ID," she says pulling out a file from one of the shelves.
He pulls out his wallet and gives it to her and watches her scan a list of what seems to be names of parents of the children.
She takes a few seconds and finally says, "Ah yes, Remus Lupin. You're on her list. I'll get her for you." He watches the teacher look into the classroom and call Lyla.
And then he realises. He's on the list. He's on the list of people who can pick Lyla up from daycare. You put him on the list of people who can pick Lyla up from daycare.
He's snapped out of his thoughts when he hears Lyla's voice. "Remoose!" she yells, running up to him.
"Hiya, angel," he says and picks her up. His heart melts as she immediately wraps her arms around his neck for a hug. "Mummy will join us later, but for now it's just you and me, okay?"
"We can watch TV?" she asks. "And then- then play toys?"
"Mhm, that sounds like a good plan," Remus replies, and they head to your home.
Later, you turn your key to your flat and open the door. You can hear the television playing a movie and the sound of your daughter's laughter. You kick off your shoes and walk into the living room.
Remus is covered in the fake makeup from Lyla's child-friendly kit. His hair is also adorned with little flower hair clips. He sits cross-legged on the floor while she sits in his lap.
"Looks like you had a lot of fun without me, hm?" you say. Lyla jumps at the sound of your voice, immediately running to you.
"Mummy! Remus fetched me today!"
"I know, darling," you kiss her cheek. "I asked him to. Did he take good care of you?"
She nods aggressively. She runs back to Remus, who is already walking up to you.
"Well don't you look pretty today," you tease. He smiles and breathes a soft laugh.
"My makeup artist is talented. She's very serious about this," he presses a kiss to your forehead. "You hungry? I can heat up dinner."
"That'd be great, and then it's time for this bug to go to bed," you pick up Lyla. "Isn't that right?"
She lays her head on your shoulder, visibly getting sleepy as it gets closer to her usual bedtime.
"Say good night to Remus?" you turn your body, so she faces him.
Remus bends down to kiss her hair, "Good night, angel."
Lyla slowly closes her eyes, "G'night..."
Putting your baby to bed goes smoothly, and she easily winds down as she is tucked into bed. She snuggles into her blanket and looks up at you.
"I like it when Remus fetches me from school," you hear her mumble.
You smile at that. "Really?"
She nods. "I really like Remus."
"I really like Remus too, darling."
"I think you get very happy around him, Mummy," she whispers. "You were not very happy last year, but now I see you be happy with him. So I'm happy."
You feel your heart do something. Jump? Lurch? Lyla was right, being a single parent comes with its challenges and you can admit a lot of late nights were spent biting your nails and wiping tears from your cheeks. You tried your best to prevent her from seeing you in that state, but you know she's observant enough for her age.
And that's why you're so thankful to have met Remus. He accepted you despite the fact you had a whole child. He saw you not only as you but also as the mother of your child. He understood that Lyla would always be a priority to you over romance (unlike most men you've met). Despite all its complications, he has been able to fit into your lives as if he's already meant to be there.
A prime example could be taken from today. Surely he could've said no to picking up Lyla from daycare, he's just her mother's boyfriend, after all. But he agreed and handled the rest.
"He does make me really happy," you say to her. "Does he make you happy too?"
"Mhm! He always plays with me and watches shows with me. He also hugs me and kisses me. He makes me happy. He's like my Daddy."
You chuckle, trying to hide the way your heart is going crazy at that. Somehow, you take the leap. "You want Remus to be your Daddy?"
"Can I call him my Daddy?" she asks, her eyes hopeful.
"You'll have to ask him tomorrow," you say, and you wonder what his reaction would be.
"Okay, I'll ask him tomorrow. Good night, Mummy."
You kiss her forehead, "Good night, darling."
You walk out of her room to see Remus placing your plate of food on the table for you. Without saying anything, you approach him and hug him. He hugs you back.
He is silent for a while, swaying your body slowly as you hug. "You were in there for a while, what were you talking about?" he mumbles into your hair.
You take a deep breath and look up at him, chin resting on your chest. "I love you," you say.
He furrows his brows but nods anyway. "I love you, too."
"Lyla wants to call you her dad."
Remus stops swaying. What is he thinking?
"Okay," he says, simply.
You jerk your head back, "Really?"
"Of course, I love her too, you know. I'd be honoured."
Chuckling, you bury your head into his chest and squeeze him. You feel him press a kiss into your hair.
"We're like a little family," he whispers to you. And you can see it too. You, your daughter, and Remus altogether as one.
And there's honestly nothing you want more than that.
a/n: SO LIKE UM this has been in the drafts about the same time as the james one like i said this is just very very indulgent brainrot i still have plans for the james series!!!!!!! ty sm for your support <3 likes and reblogs are always appreciated.
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In your pre-k universe does Olliver get Simonâs last name? đ„č
(OMGGGGGG DUDDDDDDEEEE)
"What dis?"
It was dinner, an easy place to give news, such as 'Hey kid your mom and I are getting married' At least that's what Simon thought ,because that whole spew went well so hopefully he would understand the next thing.
When the four year old looks up at you, confused by the random piece of paper he had been given- Simon had asked you that he would be the one to tell Oliver.
"That means, lad, that 'm gonna be your dad."
Oliver blinked a few times, "Okay." He then looks to you, "Momma can I have ice cream now?"
You look at Simon who was quiet by the boys indifference, with a confused shrug your mouth 'I don't think he understands.'
"Olls," Simon said slowly leaning forward, "Laddie your name is gonna change 'n Ill be coming to your doctors appointments 'an...I'll be your dad."
Another moment and again he seemed unbothered, "I thought my name already changed, 'ike mommys."
"Oh. Uh....yeah, no laddie, we- are you okay with that?"
"Mmhm, Ol-ee-ver Riley."
Simon gave you a smile, "Right-o, lad."
(annnyway thats it!!! feedback, comments and hearing yalls ideas make my day! <333)
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Tw: references to Simonâs past
Simonâs not sure how you convinced him to tag along to come see your best friendâs new baby. But somehow he finds himself seated next to you on the couch as you play with the newborn and offer your friend the opportunity to catch up on some much needed rest.
The next thing Simon knows youâre pressing the little bundle into his arms, insisting he simply must have a turn holding the baby boy.
âMake sure to support his head there, and watch his little hands so he doesnât scratch himself, oh and make sureââ
âI know how to hold a baby, love.â
âOh because youâve spent so much time around babies, yeah?â You teased, a smile on your lips as you playfully rolled your eyes.
âYeahâŠI have.â Simonâs voice was suddenly quiet. You caught him looking down at the child, a sadness in his eyes. True to his word, he seemed at ease holding the babe in the crook of his arm. This clearly wasnât the first time heâd done this.
A quiet âohâ was all you could manage in response.
Simon couldnât take his eyes off the little one. He looked impossibly tiny curled up against Simonâs large bicep. The baby let out a fierce yawn, eyes falling closed and snuggling into the crook of Simonâs elbow as Simon gently bounced him in his arms. In that moment, he looked so much like Joseph it nearly took Simonâs breath away.
Simon felt a hand on his upper arm, turning away from the baby to find you looking up at him, face full of unspoken concern.
You recognized the haunted look in Simonâs face that took over every so often. Leaning forward, you pressed a tender kiss to his cheek. âLove you, Si. Come back to me.â
Simon took a deep breath, grounding himself in the present, mentally shaking off the ghosts of his past.
âIâm here, love.â
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Jude and Cardan - The Cruel Prince
Artist: @frostbite.studios
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CW: Mentions of kidnapping, stalking if you look closely. Let me know if I missed something.
Reader whoâs been lost in the Siberian wilderness after a solo mission.
Reader who got hypothermia and nearly died before they were airlifted back to base.
Ghost who, after Readerâs recovery, still didnât let you out of his sight.
Ghost who couldnât bear to lose you, not even close. Not again.
Ghost who canât sleep unless youâre nearby, so he knows youâre okay.
Ghost who breaks into your barracks room while you sleep, to make sure youâre alive safe, under the guise of a âRoutine barracks inspectionâ.
Ghost who gets borderline obsessive over your safety.
Stalker!Ghost who doesnât care if you hate him, as long as youâre all right.
Stalker!Ghost who will do anything to keep you well, even if he has to do it himself.
Stalker!Ghost who definitely doesnât have the finished basement of his spartan house fitted with soundproof walls.
Stalker!Ghost who does not have a notebook full of different ways to kidnap you so he could be sure youâre safe at all times, what the bloody hell are you talking about?
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okay i know for a fact you have drafts your hiding something for us pretty please đđŒ
okay fine was debating posting this but
Babysitting
âShh shh, okay, okay honey I got you.â You sway side to side rocking an almost 5-month-old in your arms. Trying to soothe her proved to be a harder task than you anticipated.
Your sister recently had a baby, and with the recovery and almost no alone time with her husband she all but begged for you to babysit.
You were somewhat reluctant, but with Simon on leave, and a soft spot for your niece, you thought it wouldnât hurt to take care of her for a couple nights.
So here you were, at four in the morning, a lightly fussing baby in your arms as you heat a bottle in the kitchen. The city surrounding you provides just enough light to illuminate your apartment.
The gentle hum of the microwave proved to help both of you.
Busy with your task you didnât hear the sound of the door clicking open, or the footsteps that followed.
All Simon saw upon entering was the sight of you with a tiny baby in your arms.
His heart stopped in his chest, heâd only been gone 3 months, sure longer than normal but not long enough to produce-this.
Flabbergasted he did the math, retried it, and thought of every possibility but it all came to a grinding halt at the sound of your voice cooing to an almost smaller version of you.
You looked so perfect, rocking her just right, grabbing the bottle, testing the warmth, so incredibly attentive to her needs.
With you busy it seemed the baby had noticed him.
Wide eyes, the same color as yours looking back at him. Her fussing stopped for a second, entirely enamored with the strange man standing almost in the shadows.
The lack of babbling or crying caught your attention, turning your head toward whatever had encapsulated her-
âSimon! You didnât tell me youâd be home early.â
Setting the bottle down, baby still in your arms, you made your way over, half hugging him.
It took him a second before he was wrapping his alarms around you and the 5-month-old.
âDidnât know myself-whoâŠwhoâs this lovie?â Thumb going to touch her cheek, you turn, looking at him, realization coming to you.
âMy sister Si, remember she had a baby a few months ago, this is her.â Your voice slightly goes up in pitch toward the end, directed toward the baby.
âGave me a scare.â The baby grappled onto his finger.
âI bet.â You snort in laughter.
âStrong grip on this one.â He laughed lightly.
âOh yeah, you're a strong girl arenât you.â You redirect your attention, and Simon canât help but stare.
âYeah, you are.â You kiss her face and look back toward Simon. âYou like Uncle Simon donât you, yeah you do look at that smile.â
His heart warmed, he hadnât been referred to as uncle in a long time. He couldnât help but think, think about what this would be like.Â
Heâd never given it much thought, always assumed heâd be a shit father, but the way you were so in your element.
Heâd give everything to see you happy, and your niece already resembled so much of you, what would your baby look like? A baby made from the two of you.
His mouth opened before his rational could catch up.
âYou want oâ these?â He almost facepalms right there.
âOne of these?â You immediately burst into laughter.
âYou know what I mean.â
âI know.â You look back down at the baby in your arms and smile wide.
âI-â You pause, âI think so.â It sounds unsure, and as you hold her in your arms you canât help but warm to the idea more.
âYou know what, I think I want one of these.â You beam up at him.
âThen letâs go make one of these âeh.â He looks at you, and you look right back at him.
âSimon! Not in front of the baby!â You jokingly cover her ears, both of you retreating toward the kitchen.
âWhaâ sânot like she knows what I mean.â You smack him, just for good measure, and your niece laughs in response.
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Simon Riley who after coming back to his flat (courtesy of the government) from his first deployment as 'Ghost', finds a momma cat yowling and crying. She's hurt and has four kittens tucked into her side. Simon takes them to the vet only to be informed that only one kitten survived and the momma is dead.
So he raises the kitten. Bhe bottle feeds it every two hours, keeps it warm and safe inside a box with a heating pad and a hoodie of his. He's sure that it'll die but he keeps trying anyways with the heart wrenching hope that he's wrong.
The kitten pulls through.
Now six years later, he has a sassy sphynx cat who cries and meows whenever she isn't fed on time. When his usual pet sitter bails on him just days before his next deployment, he scrambles. He never knows how long he'll be gone and that's an issue with pet hotels. He has to find someone trust worthy and capable of caring for his darling pet.
Then he meets you by pure coincidence. Ruthie had slipped between his legs on his way out to grab some more of the wet cat food she liked then made a bee line right towards you. She meowed and meowed until you crouched down to pet her. Simon swears he had never heard her purr that loudly before.
You smile up at him and comment on how he has a sweet cat (he doesn't. Ruthie knocks everything over and has broken so many mugs, plates and cracked so many screens he owns plastic versions of everything plus keeps his phone on him at all times). Simon says something about trying to find a pet sitter to you and immediately realizes what he said when you smile. "I can keep an eye on her for you. She seems like a sweetie." You coo and gently scratch under her chin. Traitor, it took him weeks to get her to let him do that. But how can he say no when she's already taken a liking to you.
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It was Simonâs turn for the coffee run this morning, he had Soapsâ, Gazâ and Pricesâ order always in his mind so he didnât even bother asking in the group chat of their Restaurant, instead he visits the usual little coffee shop only a few houses down from the restaurant he was working at.
âMorning! What can I get you!â You beamed at him, smiling sweetly with your blue apron on and a thick paper cup in hand, ready to serve Simon.
For a second heâs taken aback since normal Walther, the other guy working here knows his order and starts preparing them the moment Simon shows up in the window.
But you were new. Simon had never seen you before.
He was smitten with you and blinked a few times before he was back in reality. Some weird little voice has already planned your wedding with him.
âHey. UhâŠâ Simon actually needs a moment to think.
What was his usual? For a moment he actually had forgotten what he and the team usually got from that place, to used to Walther already preparing his stuff.
Oh yeah, Simon remember and quickly tells you his order before putting the money down on the counter while you start preparing the drinks.
âSo⊠youâre new here?â Simon asked casually, leaning against the counter end, waiting for his drinks.
âYeah. Moved here a few weeks ago and started working here last week. And you?â You chirped happily.
âWorking down by the restaurant, have been for years now. You should come over. Walther usually spends his break and gets a quick snack there.â Simon lies smoothly. Walther never stepped a foot into the restaurant.
But he wanted to see you more often. And if you would spend your break there where he could impress you with his cooking skills, wasnât that worth the little lie?
You smile happy at his suggestion. âIâll try my best, canât promise anything.â You place the four cups in the holder and slide it into Simonâs hands. âEnjoy it!â
Simon was one hundred percent smitten with you when he left the coffee shop and walked back to the restaurant.
For the next two weeks Simon offered to take over the coffee run, ignoring the teasing coming from Gaz and Soap and the knowing glances from Price and Laswell but he uses every chance he got to see you.
Sadly one day youâre not there, Walther is back and Simon begrudgingly pays for the drinks and headed back to the restaurant.
âHey, Si! There is someone at the back door for you!â Gaz called as he cut the vegetables for todayâs food.
Simon immediately rushed outside to see you, dressed to impress with a small smile on your lips. âWalther told me you were looking for me⊠is it too early for that food you offered?â
âItâs never too early. Come on, I get you some delicious breakfast before the rush starts.â Simon grinned and pulled you inside, introducing you to the rest of the team.
After that day you spend every free minute of your break at the restaurant, Laswell had been nice enough to give you your own table after a while, so nobody would bother you, and Simon who hangs around while the rest works their asses off.
You and Simon share your first kiss after an especially stressful rush hour where he had managed to burn his hand and almost punched a guest in the face who ordered some seafood without the fish that came with it.
This is for the one person that consumes more Coffee Shop Au Stories than there are actual Coffee Shop Au Stories on the internet <3
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Whenever Simon returns home from any kind of deployment, but especially the long ones, he follows a very specific routine and you are there to greet him
Your shared flat is dark when he comes home, not many sounds to be heard, the windows had been sound proofed since your home was located a very busy street.
So Simon just stands in the doorway, door closed and locked, and does nothing for a whole minute.
He just takes in the different smells he missed, the smells that werenât death and demise but so uniquely yours.
You smelled of home and peace, at least for him.
Next he kicks of his shoes and throws his bag to the ground, he could unpack it in the morning and hushes through the dark flat, as quiet as a mouse, to not wake you up, he makes his way in the kitchen, finding his favorite dinner in a Tupperware container in the fridge, waiting to be heated up.
It tastes better than Simon remembers, he wishes it was fresh and not warmed up but beggars canât be choosers, right?
So he eat the food, enjoying the warmth of his tongue, too used to the rations he got on the field. Itâs perfectly seasoned, not too salty or too spicy or anything, god, Simon loves your food. ïżŒ
With every bite Simon takes his body relaxes more and more, slowly understanding that he was home again and that you wanted him still with you, even with how long he is always absent.
He sees it in the food you have prepared, Simon knows how much you hate cooking the meat and the vegetables, it takes always way too long you usually complain so Simon only gets it to special occasions.
Returning home has to be one of them.
When the plate is empty, Simon contemplates either to take a shower or to wait for tomorrow when he can take one with you.
He decides against it, having taken one before he left base this morning and he wasnât even smelling that bad at the moment.
You wake up to rustling in the room, and no matter how hard Simon tries to be quiet, itâs like his presence is a natural clock to you, and you watch him for a moment before calling his name.
A soft and careful whisper, knowing he could still be in another headspace, one where his instincts are tuned on survival, not living.
He turns to look over his shoulder and smiles before crawling into the bed with you, halfway dressed but none of you mind.
Simon crawls between your legs, touching them with his fingertips, leaving goosebumps in their wakes.
âYouâre real.â He whispers, leaning down to place his lips against your stomach. âYouâre here.â
âI am here.â You reply and run your nails through his blond hair. âI am real.â
He lays down next to you and cradles your body against his, making sure to hold onto every inch of your body to keep you safe and warm. âI am home.â He whispers into your hair and not a second later he falls asleep.
You almost break your neck to pull the blanket over your bodies and smiles at his sleeping form. âYou are home.â
Thank you for 100 Followers <3
And Requests are open if you like?
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Can you write something where the reader is badly injured in some way and jason rushes her to the manor for help and everybody is confused on who she is bc they didnt even know he was in a relationship (despite them being together for awhile) but they see how soft and cute he is with her. (Iâve never made a request so sorry if it got kinda rambley)
anon youâve got me TEEMING with ideas I LOVE the trope of nobody knowing jason has a girlfriend and they find out but it is NOT by Jasonâs choice nor readerâs.
Also omg? Your first ask is to lil ol me?? That means this is a special occassion. And youâre doing great Iâve def sent worse asks.
Out of the Bag
Jason Todd x Fem!Reader || Hurt and Comfort.
Word Count: 1,862
Warnings: Injuries, swearing, near death experience, blood, knife mention, stabbing, canon-typical violence, use of pet names (princess, baby), drug (pain med) use
You were sat in an alleyway, vision going in and out.
âTell me something, princess. Anything.â Jasonâs voice rang out in your ear.
Thatâs right. In your right hand, you held your phone, to your ear. Your other hand was pressing the fabric of your coat to the side of your stomach. The blood had soaked through, becoming sticking on your palm and fingers.
You shouldâve listened to Jason. You shouldnât have walked home alone, at night. Luckily your phone had been in your pocket and not your purse, which had been stolen from you by the same guy who decided to stab you.
âPrincess,â he sounded panicked.
Right. âWish I had kicked him harder.â
You heard a sigh of relief leave him, âThatâs my girl.â
The phone slipped from your grip a little as your head swam. The sight of blood coming from your own abdomen made no help in quelling your nausea.
You fixed the phone. You had called Jason the second the guy ran off, leaving you to bleed out. He was driving, you think. Tracking your phone to try and get to you. âHow far?â
He said something you didnât hear. Your vision was swimming, your side was aching, and you couldnât help but keep this funny understanding out of your mind that you were dying.
That this is something Jason had come back to your apartment with a few times, claiming it was nothing. It was something.
You heard him call your name, âWhatâs around you?â
âIâm tired,â you mumbled.
It seemed to happen in a blink of an eye. Jason was trying to tell you to stay awake, to look at the alley around you. To look out towards the street and tell him what you saw. Then he was there, standing in front of you, his helmet hiding his face.
âIâm here. Iâm here, baby.â He cupped your face, tapping your cheek to get you to open up your eyes. He crouched down, pulling your hand from your side to assess the damage.
You smiled lazily and leaned forward, resting your forehead against his shoulder.
Jason muttered a slew of swears as he pressed something soft yet hard against your agonizing wound. You let out a yelp before Jason was picking you up, placing you on his bike.
Heâs talking fast, âFuck. Okay, listen to me. Weâre going to go somewhere new, okay? Thereâs nowhere around here except there for me to get you safe.â
You passed out nearly as soon as he started the bike.
Jasonâs freaking. He had tried to keep you safe from anything like this. From everything less than this. And here you were, bleeding out in his arms as he carried you through the batcave. He beelined for the cots and the medical supplies off to the side. He knows his motorcycle couldnât have been the smoothest of rides for someone in your condition, but itâs all he had in such a short time span.
Heâll apologize when you wake up.
When. He repeats. When she wakes up and when we can get the hell out of this place again and when I can remind her I love her.
No one was back from patrol yet. He set you down on the cot before tearing off his helmet. He tossed it aside, pulling out a med bag and ripping it open. He pushed up your shirt, examining your side and where he had placed the military-grade gauze pad. He curses at the amount of blood.
His hands are shaking. Jasonâs hands donât shake, but youâve proven to him a lot of things you could make him do that he hadnât known he was capable of in the last year and (almost) a half of your relationship.
Jason nearly drops the suture thread before another hand is reaching out from just behind him. It catches the thread and Jason looks back over his shoulder. Alfredâs there, moving up to you.
âAllow me. You keep checking her vitals.â
Jason hadnât even heard him come up. Heâs nodding, stepping back to let Alfred take over the stitching. He moves to the other side of the bed.
Thatâs when he catches sight of the dark figure moving closer from behind Alfred. Jason immediately fixes him with a deadly glare, pointing at Bruce, âDo not come closer!â
Bruce stills. Heâs in his bat suit, his cowl hanging behind his head, exposing his face. He looks down to your body, âWho is she?â
Jason doesnât want him here. Rather, he doesnât want to be here. You shouldâve been home by now. Getting ready for bed and sending him a goodnight text. He turns his gaze back to you.
Thereâs some hair across your face that he hadnât noticed. He moves it out of your way without a second thought, âMy girlfriend.â
âFinally feel some remorse for sending someone to their grave, Todd?â Damianâs voice spoke up, walking up and stopping beside Bruce, âHeâs probably trying to just reverse what he did.â
Jason ignores him. He wants to yell, scream, and maybe shoot the little bastard, but he was right. In a way, this was his fault. He didnât look after you. He shouldâve offered you a ride. Called you a taxi. An uber. Anything.
Jason grips your hand into his. Itâs a way to count your heartbeat, and another way to ground himself. To reassure that youâll be okay. His other hand stays on your cheek. His thumb gently moves back and forth, stroking your skin.
He barely registers Bruce telling Damian to go wash up. When the brat is gone, Bruce speaks up again, âWhat happened?â
Jason doesnât take his eyes off of you, âShe was walking home from her friendâs. A mugger got her purse, she fought back. He stabbed her.â Jason takes a deep breath, âShe still had her phone. She called me. I brought her here because it was closest.â
A beat of silence. Still stitching you up, Alfred speaks, âHow come weâve never been introduced?â
Jason shakes his head, âI didnât want her near any of this. Sheâs bad off enough sticking with me.â
Once you stabilize, Jason brings you up to his room in the manor. He walks past Dick, Tim, Duke, Cass, and Steph without looking at them. They sit around the batcomputer, watching Jason gently carry you out ot the cave.
He changes you out of your dirty clothes once he makes a run back to your apartment to grab you some of your own spare clothes.
Asides from that, he doesnât leave your side.
He lets you have the bed to yourself. He pulls up a chair beside it, waiting for you to wake up. He didnât want you to be alone when you did, in a strange place after a traumatic event. It was a recipe for disaster.
The sunâs been up for a long while and Jason hasnât budged. He sits there, your hand gripped in both of his, held up and pressed against his mouth. His lips brush over your knuckles whenever he speaks up. Uttering a âIâm sorry.â every now and then.
Thereâs a light knock at the door before itâs cracking open. Jason turns his head to find Dick poking his head in. Jason glares at him.
Dick steps further in, presenting the tray he was holding. There were two glasses of water, some solid foods, and lighter ones, probably for you. Jason looked back down at you, letting his older brother enter.
âJust⊠figured since youâve been cooped up in here all day,â Dick begins, setting the tray down on the beside table beside Jason.
Dick moves back around. He stands at the end of the bed, leaning against the tall bed post that was meant to hold up a canopy. âI heardâŠâ he trails off, before nodding and your body in the bed, still unconscious, âWho is she?â
Jason looks up at his brother, not letting go of your hand, âSo you havenât heard.â
Dick rolls his eyes, âYou know what I mean.â
Jason raises his brows a little. He looks back down at you. His hand reaches out to brush along your forehead, moving away imaginary stray hairs, âMy girl.â
Dick nods in understanding, âHow long you two been together.â
Jason pauses in thought, âOver a year. Our anniversary was in December.â
A small, choked sound comes from outside the door, in the hallway. âA year?â
Jason looks up at Dick, who makes a face that shows heâs knows heâs been caught.
âAre they seriously listening right now?â
Steph poked her head in first, an apologetic smile on her face, âWe wanted to know!â
Duke pokes his head in next, just above Stephâs, âAnd we wanted to meet her.â
Timâs head in next, above Dukeâs, âYou canât carry a random bleeding woman into the cave and expect the family of detectives to not be curious.â
Cassâ head appears below Stephâs. She nods in agreement.
Jason letâs one hand go of yours to wave his hand through the air, âWhat the fuck? Sheâs not even awake!â
âWell thatâs why we sent Dick as bait.â
âFor the record,â Dick held up a finger, âThey built off of my original, innocent idea of bringing you snacks.â
âJesus Christ,â Jason stands up, taking a few steps forward. He points them all back towards the door as they start to filter into the room, âGetââ
âWhatâs going onâŠ?â
Jasonâs whole body whipped back around at the sound of your groggy, rough voice. The others watch as heâs back at your side in a millisecond, his whole demeanour changed. âHey, youâre okay. Everythingâs okay. Remember how I said we were going somewhere new? You thirsty, baby? Here, I got you some water.â
âOh, you certainly did not get the water,â Dick piped up.
Jason glared back over his shoulder as he held the glass of water for you, keeping the straw Dick had added placed in your mouth.
You stopped drinking, your eyes now on the other people in the room. You turned your head, propped up against pillows Jason had put there for you. You weakly raised your left hand to wave, âHi⊠oh?â your gaze turned down to your hand. A heart monitor clip sitting on your finger grabbed your attention. You gave a confused pout at it, âI feel funny.â
Jason set the water aside again. His glare was gone. He leaned in, kissing your forehead, âYouâre hopped up on pain meds. Thatâs why, princess.â
âDamn,â Steph spoke up, âI wish I got the literal princess treatment.â
Jason turned back around, pointing out the door, âGet. Out. Leave my girlfriend alone until sheâs better.â
You looked at the strangers, pointing at Jason with your left hand, âIâm his girlfriend.â Your head tilted back against the pillows as you stared up at Jason, pursing your lips, "Iâm tired.â
âI know,â Jason said softly. The others began to filter out of the room as he leaned down and gave you a soft kiss, this time on the lips.
From the exit, a collective, âAwwww,â sounded out.
âOut!â
Your drugged up voice came after his, once they were all back in the hall, âNice to meet you!â
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headcanons with attractive things jason does đđ«¶
anon i have GOT YOU
When he sits on a couch, no matter if youâre on too or not, that man is SPREAD
Arms wide and resting on the back of the couch. Manspreading his thighs wide open. A relaxed expression on his face. Maybe a book in hand.
When moving in for a kiss, he cups your face with his left hand first. Then strokes his thumb on your cheek twice while actually kissing you.
Every. Single. Time. Doesnât matter where or when. If itâs just a peck or yâall are making out, thatâs what he starts it with.
Kisses on the back of your neck if heâs walking past you and youâre looking down.
Also will keep his hands resting on your hips if standing behind you.
Heâll swear UP AND DOWN that he means nothing by it. That itâs just a habit. But will keep a hand on your thigh while driving a car. Not even sexual. Just comforting.
Opening doors for you and guiding you through with a hand on the small of your back
Youâre both sleeping in the same bed? Heâs dead asleep. Usually isnât. But with you, for sure he is.
And if you slip out of his reach while he is dead asleep, heâs reaching out and dragging you back like a lost teddy bear. And heâs asleep the whole time
When youâre out eating or at a bar and heâs getting a bit anxious with all the people around, heâll play footsies with you under the table
Got so intense once he accidentally knocked the table over and you two got kicked out
This man LAUGHS
No one talks about how Jasonâs laugh (may have a fic in the works about it. Iâll finish it if yâall ask)
Iâm not talking âhe chuckledâ or âhe grinnedâ or âhis shoulders shook with silent laughterâ
Iâm talking about how this man tosses his head back before leaning forward, clutching his stomach with one hand, the other reaching for some part of you to grasp as you laugh along with him. How his laughter is deep and BOOMING. It takes up a whole room. Echoes across the street. Enters your ears and melts into your blood stream and goes immediately to your heart which picks up its beating to make sure to get it to the rest of your body. How he straightens up again, his face split in a grin, eyes opening again while he has to wipe away tears of laughter, his body still shaking with it.
I want to make jason todd genuinely laugh and if the sound makes me go deaf then so be it because at least i was able to hear the most beautiful sound in the universe
Iâm sorry this got off topic but
He wears glasses when he reads and thatâs hot too i guess
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âThose poor boysâ
âShe deserves to be punished too.â
âIâm not saying I support rape, but-â
âSorry to say - she deserved it.â
âShe put herself in harmâs wayâ
âBut if she was fingered, then thatâs not rape.â
âShe ruined their lives.â
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