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I am a morning person. My bf however is not. I deserve an olympic gold medal for managing to get this man out of bed each morning.
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a ghost for a knight
medieval au, chapter 2
chapter 1
Simon Riley x fem!reader
Summary: an ambush, or an organized crime almost gets you kidnapped
Slow burn romance, eventual smut, age gap (reader is in her 20s/ Simon is in his late 30s/ early 40s)
Weeks turned into months and Simon became your shadow. Always there. As cold and dark as ever.
The loud thunderstorm is what awoke you in the middle of the night. Your face scrunched up at the noise, your eyes slowly opening. You blinked a few times before raising yourself up on your elbows.
“Can’t sleep?”
His voice almost made you jump.
“Holy— you scared me” you paused, fist clutched over your chest “I’m still not used to this”
“You will be eventually”
“Or you could get out of my room”
“No”
“Are you even comfortable in that chair?”
“No”
An exasperated sigh left your lips as you allowed yourself to fall on your back. Simon started sleeping in your room ever since your little try to get away moment. If you could even call what he was doing sleep. He was always awake before you and if you woke up for any reason throughout the night, he seemed to always be awake for that too.
***
As the morning sun broke through the window, so did the smell of rain. Your maids were in the room, preparing your clothing, opening your windows and making sure everything was in check before waking you up. Simon was just outside the door. The only times he really left you alone was when you needed to change or bathe.
“Goodmorning” you said to him as you stepped out of your room.
“Goodmorning, your highness” he responded “what do you have in plan for the day?”
“Literature and music classes”
The conversation slowly faded as you were walking down the hallway. You got more used to Simon, as he did to you. The only thing that worried you was the quality of sleep he was getting, so while changing you mentioned to the maids that you wish for a second bed be prepared in your room, in the place of the chair Simon used.
***
After your classes, you found yourself in the library, enjoying a book while Simon was reading one too. He was hesitant at first but you mentioned how creepy it would be to just have him stare at you the whole time.
“Say Simon”
“Yes?”
“How was your life before all this?”
“Before becoming a knight of your guard?”
“Both”
“It was difficult” he said, raising his nose from his book. His brown eyes pierced through yours, almost as if he was begging you to stop asking questions. He couldn’t say no to you, so just please. Shut up. You got the hint.
It was very difficult without your daily activities. You were dying to sneak back into the catacombs of the castle. That was one place you could be alone, and one place no one would ever judge you. But you were scared. You didn’t want Simon to tell your dad about it.
It wouldn’t even matter you thought to yourself. This man is my prison as is.
Simon wasn’t very talkative and you really left like your whole existence was a pain to him. Unfortunately, you couldn’t say the same. Still, growing fond of him wasn’t something you thought you’d experience. You also knew your feelings were misplaced. He wasn’t here because he wanted to. He was here because he was told to. His protective nature over you was nothing more than his need to stay alive. But still, you wondered. How can a man be so caring and not feel anything? You frowned at your own thoughts. Better said, how could you develop feelings for one of your guards. Did you really care about him? Or did you just love the attention. The attention your father never gave you, for he was always too busy running a kingdom.
“Your highness? Are you alright?”
His voice brought you back to reality. You didn’t know how long you have been out of it.
“Yes. Just lost in my thoughts”
He didn’t respond. Of course he didn’t. Your feelings weren’t exactly a priority. As long as your body was safe, your heart didn’t matter.
The rest of the day you didn’t really speak much. But Simon didn’t really seem to mind. On the contrary, he found a break from all your rambling quite refreshing. On the other hand, you were fuming. Mostly with yourself for allowing such thoughts to plague your mind. But could you really help it? Simon was always there. And he was the first person to not take your shit. Everyone else would jump off the castle if you ordered it so. But he would look straight into your eyes and tell you to quit being a brat.
A soft knock brought you back to reality. One of your servants walked in, bowed and began to speak.
“Your highness, the king is summoning you in the throne room” he spoke facing the floor.
“I see” you said and stood up. You didn’t look at the servant. Maybe if you did you would’ve seen he was not a man you recognized. He was not your servant at all.
Simon accompanied you to the throne room, but he stood outside, waiting for you. He wondered what it was all about but did not care too much.
Then, from inside the room, your scream pierced through his head.
“NO NO! WHO ARE YOU! GET AWAY FROM ME”
Simon burst into the room just in time to see these strange men trying to take you away. The king was no where in sight.
“You’re going to be very valuable to an enemy kingdom” one man burst into laughter “who would’ve thought infiltrating this castle would be so damn easy” another snorted.
They didn’t see Simon, they were too busy celebrating their victory. So they also didn’t see when he took his sword and cleaved a man’s head off. Time stood still, you were covered in the blood that spilled everywhere and the men’s eyes were wide. Quickly, they tried to compose themselves. They were many and he was just one man. So they thought it would be easy to take him down. But oh, just how wrong they were. One by one, they all fell, they blood and guts spilling everywhere. Yet Simon stood calm, breathing heavily, he looked at the dead bodies, eyes as cold and dark as ever. Just like a ghost.
When he finally turned to look at you, Simon saw just how scared you were. You were hyperventilating and covered in blood.
“It’s alright now, your highness. Let’s take you back to your room” he spoke, picking you up.
You clung onto him, face buried into the crook of his neck, shaking uncontrollably. He felt almost amused at your reaction, but there was also something else. Something he didn’t really feel before. Something he quickly pushed aside. No, it was improper to even allow such thoughts.
The only people Simon trusted at this moment were his men. And he gave them clear orders to find and execute every single intruder and the rat.
Once back in your room, Simon barely managed to peel you off of him.
“Your highness. I have to secure the door”
You let go and sat on your bed. Simon locked the door and made sure no one saw you enter.
“What do you think happened?”
“I don’t know. But somehow criminals managed to enter the palace”
“Do you think my father is ok?” you asked, hugging your knees to your chest
“I hope so. But you are my main priority for now, you highness” he responded, making your heart skip a beat.
“You should however change. We will be safe here” he said, and pointed to the room connected to your main chamber. It was a bathroom “do you.. know how to do it yourself? I apologize, even your maids are a risk for now”
“I’m not dumb, Simon. Yes I can bathe myself” you responded with a soft chuckle.
That was good, Simon thought to himself. At least you were starting to relax.
You emerged from the bathroom with wet hair and a more comfortable gown, but most importantly, you weren’t covered in blood anymore.
“You should rest up” he said to you “me and my men will figure it out in the meantime”
“I don’t want to be alone”
“You won’t be. I will stay here. I have my men to check the perimeters”
He helped you get in bed and just as he was about to turn away, you grabbed his hand, squeezing it.
“Yes?” he asked, tilting his head.
“Y/N”
He was waiting for you to continue.
“You can call me Y/N”
“I cannot”
“Yes. When it’s just us. You can”
If you wouldn't have paid attention, you would’ve missed the way his gaze softened ever so slightly.
“Alright then, get some rest then… Y/N” he said and gently stroked your hair after you let go of his hand.
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IS IT RAINING, OR I'M DROWNING AGAIN?
TW: dissociation symptoms, mention of torture, swearing, angst, hurt/comfort.
PAIRING: Nikto x F! Reader
A/N: I love angst. That's it.
Nikto hated the rain.
And no one would believe if he said that, because surely a ‘person like him’ would prefer when it rains, the peaceful sound of the raindrops against a window that would give a calming effect.
For Nikto, every raindrop was a bomb setting off inside his brain. It was like an explosion, making him dizzy and unable to move. Like all those days tied to that creaking chair, his head covered by the hood while it rained outside that cold cell he was confined. He remember vividly how it was raining, between the screams of that motherf—
“Nikto?”
Then, he felt a cold shower inside him, holding his breath as he turned around. A hand was open towards him, your figure under the rain, your shirt sticking to your skin.
Fuck. He dissociated again. It wasn’t happening anymore, and now that he was back with the only person who treated him like a human being, he was having those episodes again.
“You’ll catch a cold if you stay outside too much. Let’s go back inside, yeah?” How he loved your voice, the way you offered your hand, giving him a choice.
He could see how the rain was soaking your hand, the raindrops falling on both of you, the cold seeping through his bones. His eyes wandered around, assessing the reality. He was outside in the middle of the backyard. He was listening to the sound of raining, then…
He blinked rapidly. He hated the rain, so why he was outside and letting the rain fall on him? He started to count in his mind, one, two, three… and you were still there, still standing in front of him, your hair sticking to your face. You were shivering, but why were you smiling as if you were saying that everything was going to be okay?
He finally takes your hand, the skin clammy and cold, letting you lead him back into the house. He doesn’t speak, he doesn’t need to anyway. He lets you change his clothes. He doesn’t complain for the water that’s soaking the floor, or the towel that you’re using on him to dry off his skin.
But he can still hear the rain outside, bombs setting off on his mind, making him dizzy and unable to run for cover.
Why he was outside, and why he was letting the rain fall on him?
He was drowning, and he wasn’t fighting it.
He observes you as you stand in front of him between his legs, holding his head and placing it against your chest. He lets you move him, not that he wants to fight your touch. But what he hears drowns all the sounds overloading his mind, making him rise to the surface again. He can hear your heartbeat: the rhythm isn’t steady, it beats fast. But it’s there. And it’s real.
It’s calming, enough that when he tentatively grip the soft skin of your thigh, he can feel it, sensing the skin on skin sending to his brain signals of home, of safety.
He doesn’t speak, and neither you do.
But that’s all he needs.
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I’ve really meant to write a second chapter for “a ghost for a knight” and I was so out of ideas. But thanks to my bf I know have some so I will be working on it tonight
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Lol I told him I made this post and he just said “yeah you do that about literally everything”
Me and my bf are watching Fallout together and I keep asking “who’s that” “what does that mean” “why did he do that” as if he isn’t seeing this show for the first time too lol
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Me and my bf are watching Fallout together and I keep asking “who’s that” “what does that mean” “why did he do that” as if he isn’t seeing this show for the first time too lol
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I think the new update won’t let me use my links. I can’t get to my writers list 😭😂
So that’s what it was! Since this morning no links worked for anything and I thought it was just a bug or something on my end
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♥️ love train! send this to all the blogs you love! don’t forget to spread the love! ♥️
Awwwww. Thank youuuuu
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15 questions for 15(?) friends
thank you for the tag @nyxianthe!
WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? Nope
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Probably recently. Life, y'know?
DO YOU HAVE KIDS? I do!
WHAT SPORTS HAVE YOU PLAYED/DO YOU PLAY? No sports. I was in the marching band.
DO YOU USE SARCASM? Only when I'm breathing
FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Eyes or hair, usually
WHAT IS YOUR EYE COLOR? Blue. Kind of a darker, gray-blue
SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? I can't choose. I love scary movies, but I also love me a happy ending.
ANY TALENTS? I can sing, play trumpet, poke at a piano (bass clef my beloathed), and write things.
WHERE WERE YOU BORN? The South, USA!
WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES? Video games, scary movies (does that count as a hobby?), writing.
DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? Two dogs.
HOW TALL ARE YOU? 5'7"
FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? English and Psychology
DREAM JOB? I like Nyx's answer before me ----> not sure, anything that get the title 'job' seems sus.
Tagging @every-raindrop77 @wandereringray @anosrepasi and @madstronaut
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15 questions for 15(?) friends
Thank you for the tag @murder-hobo!
WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? Ish. My parents both liked this tv celebrity, so they took inspiration.
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? I cry all the time. I’m a crybaby. It’s my thing
DO YOU HAVE KIDS? Nope. And don’t want any either lol
WHAT SPORTS HAVE YOU PLAYED/DO YOU PLAY? I used to do swimming and judo
DO YOU USE SARCASM? Not usually actually. I used to but I noticed not many people get it and it makes things awkward lol
FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Eyebrows
WHAT IS YOUR EYE COLOR? Turquoise
SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Scary movies. All day everyday
ANY TALENTS? Nothing too special. I can learn pretty fast lol.
WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Eastern Europe
WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES? I like baking and cooking in general. Reading, writing and working out.
DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? 3 dogs and 5 cats
HOW TALL ARE YOU? 5’6 ish. 169 cm
FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? Pathology
DREAM JOB? Well, after uni, I would like to start residency in either pathology or psychiatry
No pressure tags: @stygianoir @teh-vampire-bunny @fandomhell97 @megangovier and anyone else who would like to try!
ps: forgot to reblog the main post and add mine lol. And I don’t feel like redoing the whole thing. So I will leave this as a separate post but reblogged the main too so it at least looks nice lol
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Oh this is gooooood
what about a fic where he 141 are dealing with something Big; information is doctored, intel is wrong, enemies have infiltrated and fucked up the TFs intelleigence. they're in danger, the mission is compromised, their safety is compromised. someone is feeding them false information and they don't have any idea until it'll be too late.
up on the screen is your face, big red letters plastered over a picture of you indicated that you're a threat. you're associated with the enemy, how could that be possible?
simon is reeling - you're not even involved in the military or anything. you're a civilian, a librarian. a shy, quiet little thing that had looked like you were gonna faint right then and there when simon riley stood at your counter with a stack of books for the first time.
you couldn't possibly be involved. but the intel couldn't be wrong.
soap, gaz, and price all give him sickeningly pitiful looks like they feel sorry for the fool for falling for your tricks. simon is seething.
when you're awoken by a loud crash of your front door being broken down, you don't even get the chance to see who your assailants are before a black hood is shoved over your head. the ringing in your ears and your utter panic keep you from hearing the familiar voice of your husband calling you a traitor. you don't hear the sounds of the men you've grown to love na trust over the years discussing how they have to punish you...torture a confession out of you for this vile act that they have no idea is false information ):
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play fighting is so fucking hot, oh no I got pinned down by you on the bed we better not fuck or anything that would be crazy
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the "oh. oh." moment in fan fic but instead of a character realizing they're in love it's them discovering they have a specific kink at the worst possible moment
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Are request open or closed?
They’re open :)). Replies might be a little slow due to school though
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Yeah, but that was an apparently cause I don’t know if that’s true or not but I’ve seen things that are kind of expensive and I’m like dang it😂😭
Yep, not a chance I’m paying that much. Doesn’t matter how much I like it lol
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