king!ghost x reader -- names
i'm actually pretty proud of this.
It’s late in the morning, the day after your wedding.
“How did you sleep last night, Ghost?” you ask quietly, both of you sitting together at the breakfast table.
His head shoots up. Until now, you had exclusively addressed him as “your majesty.” He hates the way the name “Ghost” slips from your lips, a name associated with violence, bloodshed, and death – a stark mismatch for the softness of your voice.
He recognizes the weight of his own choices and the persona he wears, a mantle that has garnered him a reputation both feared and respected. And yet, hearing it from you, spoken with a blend of familiarity and concern, stirs a strange vulnerability he's unaccustomed to.
A fleeting vulnerability passes through his eyes before being replaced by a mask of practiced stoicism. He ponders the paradox of his identity, the dichotomy between the name that echoes with shadows of his deeds and the person he aspires to be in your presence. The furrow on his brow speaks volumes of the internal struggle, the desire for understanding conflicting with the self-imposed isolation he's maintained for years.
“Fuckin’ hell, don’t call me that.”
“What do you mean? That’s your name—”
“It’s not my name.”
You pause for a moment.
“Okay then…” you clasp your hands together, pushing yourself up from your seat. You start to make your way towards the door when his voice rings out into the silence.
“It’s Simon.”
You spin around. Simon, not Ghost, a name that cuts through the layers of notoriety, revealing a part of him few have seen. The name holds a vulnerability that carries with it a promise of authenticity and connection beyond what you two have had together. He watches you, unsure of how you'll respond, the lines of his face softening slightly as he waits for your reaction. He stands from his seat, making his way towards you. The clash between the formidable reputation he's built and the genuine person he wants to reveal to you lies bare before you.
You take a step closer, and your voice carries a warmth laced with understanding.
“Simon,” you say softly, testing the syllables as if acknowledging a secret shared. In your eyes, there's a spark of acceptance, a recognition of the trust he's extended.
His heart jumps at the way his name, Simon, effortlessly rolls off your tongue, silk smooth.
Simon meets your gaze, a flicker of hope mingling with the residual shadow of uncertainty. It's a small step, yet one that signifies the possibility of change, of a connection that transcends the boundaries of titles and facades. As he stands there in the dimly lit breakfast room, he's aware that there’s no turning back now. He wants you to see his true self, he just doesn’t know where to begin.
“Simon.” You blink.
“...Yes?”
“Hm. It suits you.” You pat his chest with a gentle touch, give him the smallest of smiles, and turn to freshen up for the day.
He stands there, mouth agape, a furious blush creeping up his face.
Fuck. He’s screwed.
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Welcome to a very important announcement.
So I was thinking a lot and I think this month is a great time to say I'm working on a new show called Alien Recovery Center (in hell).
It will be an epic series about aliens recovering!
Here's a preview of the designs!!!!!!
Hope u are full of epic excitement!!!!!!!!!!!!
aliens belong to these kind people
@grox-empire - grox
@lichpassing - c singers
@t34-mt - maanul
@dokupine - belugirin
@charseraph - crown
@iguanodont - birg
@shuttlecarrier - geoling
@velociraptortrick - vyreen
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