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fastlikealambo · 11 days

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Listening to The Queen's Guard or as I like to call it:

Hot Man Develops Class Consciousness [No Penetration until Episode 3]

#andrew scott #the queen's guard #rob the protector #Quinn app #quinn audio

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denimbex1986 · 17 days

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Any plans I had for Thursday went right out the window several days ago when I first heard about this and realised from the teasers that Andrew Scott was narrating it...

I've never been so ready for anything in my life...

#Squealing #Flailing #Ridiculously excited #Andrew Scott #Andrew Scott does saucy audio #The Queen's Guard #Robb the Protector #Quinn

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i-drink-and-i-write-fics · 8 months

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I live!

I'm not one to just up and disappear; I am so sorry for that. But between work and trying my damnedest to get the first book of my series done so I can get it out to my beta readers, it has me drained during any other free time.

I am currently trying to update Queen's Guards. I reread what I had and Seven Hells, the amount of grammatical errors, AND CANNON FACTUAL ERRORS (dishonor on me and my tiny dragon horde), just disgusts me. I will update this chapter and then go back and do some fixes.

Thank you all for being so patient.

❤️ Marvelous Mutant (AKA Nix)

#the queen's guard #queen's guard #jorah mormont x original female character #game of thrones #update

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thepastisalreadywritten · 10 months

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The Buckingham Palace flower beds are in full bloom. 🌹

Scarlet geraniums are used to match the tunics of The Queen's Guard at Buckingham Palace. 💂

Creating a wonderful view of St James's Park for the public and the Royal Family. 👑

#Buckingham Palace #scarlet geraniums #The Queen's Guard #St James's Park #British Royal Family #Royal parks #flowers #parks

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varpusvaras · 5 months

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The Alderaanian Royal Guard gets really protective of the Coruscant Guard. Like. Really protective. At some point the people start treating the Corries better if only because they know that there is always an Alderaanian somewhere in the vicinity. Sometimes it's the Senator himself. Once or twice it was the Queen. But there is always at least one member of the Royal Guard there. Somewhere. For people who say they are pacifists, they seem really bloodthirsty.

After a while, people are starting to figure out that they might've been just supressing any murderous intents up until now, and it's better if you don't tempt them too much.

(The word got out at some point that Fox was dating the Queen and the Senator and that it was serious. The Royal Guard immediately turned on the Prince treatment. Fox bluescreened the first time one of them opened a door for him.)

#there's that one kdrama #where the crown prince mc tells his men to protect the fmc #becuause she's their future queen #and that's what the captains in the alderaanian royal guard now tell their men #that the commander is their future prince and it's their duty to protect him #since he's an organa in all but name already #but yeah the guard gets put into ships and flown over to alderaan after the war #they have been already allocated families over there haha #the royal guard is like alright everybody grab at least three! more if you can #and then come back for a second round!#sw #tcw #coruscant guard #alderaanian royal guard #commander fox #bail/breha/fox

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punkitt-is-here · 7 months

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outlaw and bounty hunter

#sear #queens #astral guard #my art #my posts

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denimbex1986 · 9 days

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Oh. My. God...🥵🥵

#Andrew Scott #The Queen's Guard #Episode 2 #Mira #Quinn

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feymure · 1 year

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Shoujo & Josei Anime to look forward to in 2023

With a new year comes a new post from Yours Truly! And this year, us fans are getting an actual year of shows to look forward to! Thank you all for your support that has brought these anime! Please continue to show the love this year and onwards!

Series coming in 2023

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https://myanimelist.net/anime/52173/Koori_Zokusei_Danshi_to_Cool_na_Douryou_Joshi

https://myanimelist.net/anime/53126/Yamada-kun_to_Lv999_no_Koi_wo_Suru

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#shoujosei #shoujosei anime #shoujo anime #josei anime #koori zokusei danshi to cool na douryou joshi #ice guy and the cool female colleague #Yamada-kun to Lv999 no Koi wo Suru #sugar apple fairy tale #niehime to kemono no ou #sacrificial princess and the king of beasts #Kanojo ga Koushaku-tei ni Itta Riyuu #why raeliana ended up at the duke's mansion #tsundere akuyaku reijou liselotte to jikkyou no endou kun to kaisetsu no kobayashi san #endo and kobayashi live! the latest on tsundere villainess lieselotte #seijo no maryoku wa bannou desu #the saint's magic power is omnipotent #Higeki no Genkyou to Naru Saikyou Gedou Last Boss Joou wa Tami no Tame ni Tsukushimasu.#the most heretical last boss queen: from villainess to savior #ojou to banken kun #a girl & her guard dog #paradox live #Tearmoon Teikoku Monogatari: Dantoudai kara Hajimaru Hime no Tensei Gyakuten Story #stand my heroes #tokyo mew mew new #collar x malice #my next life as a villainess #otome game no hametsu flag shika nai akuyaku reijou ni tensei shiteshimatta #i rencarnated into an otome game as a villianess with only destruction flags...#destruction flag otome #Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon Cosmos

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i-drink-and-i-write-fics · 1 year

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The Queen’s Guard

Chapter 7: Plans

Summary: Jon Snow talks about the Great War, but Myria is worried the war can't be won if the Realm is divided.

“The Great War?” Myria raised an eyebrow. “You mean the Long Night?”

Her words surprised Jon. “You’ve heard of it?”

“It wasn’t uncommon for mothers to tell children stories to make them behave. Stories about grumpkins, snarks, ice spiders-”

“As big as hounds,” Jon finished. “They weren’t stories.”

“So I’m gathering. Maester Marwyn was speaking of it as well. But if I may ask, what does that have to do with Dragon Glass?”

“It can kill the White Walkers. Unfortunately, only fire can kill their army.”

“A shame since it is referred to as zīrtys perzys,” Daenerys commented.

“I’m sorry?” Jon looked confused.

“Frozen fire,” Myria answered automatically. Then looked sheepish at the Queen’s raised eyebrow. “I spent time in my younger years in Essos. I felt it was vital to learn the language while there.”

Daenerys smiled. “Good. The more languages my Small Council knows, the easier it will be to prepare for the transition once we win the throne.”

Myria cleared her throat. “While I do understand the urgency of this war, King Snow, we do not stand a chance if the realm is not united.”

Jon sighed, “the White Walkers-”

“Cannot get past the Wall,” Myria finished. “If they could, they would have already. But the North does not stand a chance in this war alone. No matter how vast the lands are, it will not compare to having the might of the full kingdom.”

“This war could last for ages,” Jorah spoke up. “How do you propose we crown our Queen before the Walkers attack?”

Myria took a deep breath, “the war could last for ages…if we had not cut off the main sources of income and food for King’s Landing. As long as we do not engage in foolish adventures, we can easily win the Iron Throne. The only lands to remain out of our reach are King’s Landing and the Riverlands. If you truly rule the North, King Snow, your sister has connections to the Eyrie. The entire Realm is already united against Cersei Lannister.’

Tyrion cleared his throat, “while you and Lady Olenna were in the Reach, the Dornish army surrounded King’s Landing. The remainder of our fleet has constructed a barricade in Blackwater Bay.”

“Good. Without resources or gold going into King’s Landing, the city will start to die. I would send a messenger to the Iron Bank of Braavos.”

Daenerys raised an eyebrow, “the Iron Bank?”

“If Casterly Rock is truly empty - as Ser Jaime told my Lady - the Crown may also be in debt. During my travels, I spent some time in Braavos. The Iron Bank does not forgive debt easily. It is said if you owe a debt to the bank and cannot pay it off…”

“Yes?” Tyrion leaned forward.

“They will back your enemies if it means they get paid their debt. The Iron Bank always gets its due.”

“You seem to know a great deal about Esos,” Daenerys observed.

Myria tried not to fidget. “I spent a few summers there, Your Grace before I returned to Westeros.”

Daenerys nodded her head. “Then I have a new plan. Jon Snow, we will help your battle in the North, but first, you must help me win the Iron Throne. Send a raven to Winterfell requesting your best fighters to march south to the Riverlands. I will have the Unsullied march with the Dothraki north so we can trap the Riverlands from both sides.”

“Your Grace-” Jon Snow no doubt had a speech prepared, but Myria cut him off.

“That is a great idea, Your Grace. A united south can march towards Winterfell to help fight the army against the White Walkers.”

Jon closed his mouth, realizing he would be getting help even if it wasn’t in the manner he had originally wanted. Then a thought occurred to him. “And the dragon glass?”

Daenerys smiled. “Mine as much as you believe we will need. Without the gold from the Reach, Cercei cannot pay back the Iron Bank. I will send Myria and Ser Jorah to Essos with the gold we have taken to pay back the debt and secure them to our side in the war.”

Myria did a doubletake. “Your Grace?”

“If the Iron Bank is as powerful as you say, we need to win them to our side. Take the gold, but only give them as much, as they say, is due. Part of the Iron fleet we control will go with you to ward off pirates.”

Yara bowed her head at this. “I will go personally, Your Grace.”

“Thank you, Yara. Jorah?”

The knight bowed his head, “I will do as my Queen commands.”

Daenerys smiled. “I trust you, my bear. Please help Myria know she has made the right choice.”

Jorah smiled back. “Of course, Your Grace.”

The boat ride had been longer than Myria cared for. Certainly longer than she had remembered. But Jorah handled it like an old sea dog. Myria could only imagine the many sea travels he had done for his Khaleesi. The more she spent time with him, the more she wanted to know him. She couldn’t explain why, just a feeling in her bones. As if he would be important to her even after the war.

Jorah could feel her eyes. Her cat-like gaze occasionally followed him around the ship even when Yara was on deck. There was something about those dark eyes that intrigued him…and made him feel guilty. He loved his queen, so why did he feel a pull to this new guard? Why did he yearn to know more about her mind?

He had almost declined the request to go to Esos. His position was by his queen. But Jorah wasn’t Daenery’s hand and he did know Braavos. Still, to be so far from his Khaleesi after just returning hurt.

Though, it hurt less when he saw Myria. Her raven black hair, her dark brown eyes, the smirk on her face…

No. Jorah loved Daenerys. He was doing this for his queen to help her family regain the Iron Throne. There was nothing more.

But why, oh why, did Jorah wish they spent more time on the deck together? Why did Jorah wonder how they would stay in Westeros? Why did he start to wonder about the bastard sellsword from the Stormlands?

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danibee33 · 2 months

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The Queen’s Guard- Chapter 3: Closer

knight!simon riley x queen!reader - featuring our favorite Scot in this chapter👀

word count: 3.2k

[<<< chapter 2]

Smile. Nod. Greet. Don’t forget to give your husband a loving look from time to time- look at him like he were the sun, the great star you revolve around. Repeat.

The King’s departure feast is tasteful, though ostentatious to be sure- just how he likes. Especially when they are held in his grace’s honor. Oh, if you could roll your eyes right now without being seen, you would.

All this for such an arrogant bastard.. truly a waste.

But you can’t deny the beauty that surrounds you, no matter the reason. The Great Hall had been thoroughly lavished in emerald silks, dripping with jewels and flowers of your choosing-

It was one of the few duties you didn’t mind giving your input and opinions on, working with the different tradesmen of the kingdom; you found you rather enjoyed partaking in the planning portion, enjoyed the creative freedom given to you behind the scenes-

But.. attending them, well, that’s a different matter entirely. They were nothing but an exhaustive performance, a true test of your goodwill and patience-

“You look positively captivating tonight, wife.” The King drawls in your ear, his hand creeping up your thigh under the table. And it’s so difficult to fight the urge to jerk away from his touch when all you can think about is the last time that hand was on you, your lip had been bruised and swollen for days afterward-

Smiling down at your plate of untouched food, you give him a sweet and temperate laugh,

“You flatter me, Your Grace.”

The hand squeezes too tightly, not painfully, but certainly not gentle or loving- it’s a possessive touch, one that worries you, makes your shoulders tense and your movements turn robotic as you place your fingers over his,

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen you battle-ready, My King.. it suits you.”

You exchange pleasant smiles, his eyes on you far longer than you’re used to. It does not soothe you though, or make your cheeks flush warm. No, they’re too invasive, and the feel of them on your exposed skin makes your stomach sour-

A quiet sound trickles into your ears from behind your seat, it’s one that you had learned is deliberate, purposeful- a simple series of taps, always the same, random to everyone but you. Simon’s way of communicating- I’m here. I see you.

You tilt your head toward the insignificant little noise, only just able to see the inky outline of his shoulder in your peripherals, but it’s enough. Enough to ease your nerves and calm your relentless mind.

Knowing that he’s right there, always keeping you within arms reach- but something is different now. You can feel it. And you can’t quite grasp how, or even the exact moment the already anomalous lines in your relationship had somehow become even more blurred, but they had.

And this fading of the proverbial line in the sand, the crumbling of all your boundaries, should most certainly not make you feel the way it does- should not make your core turn molten, or your head swim in a dizzying way by just the sound of his voice, his presence-

He hasn’t even touched you again since that night, after the King left your chambers, which must have been more than a month ago, you think-

Because it was a fluke, it was the man sworn to protect you simply aiding you- he saw you bleeding and was the only one around to help.

But, he also didn’t retreat.

No, you noticed the very next morning how Simon stood just a step or two closer than he did before, following behind you like your omnipresent shadow, the sinister black armor becoming well known in the castle.

Unsurprisingly, he had garnered quite a reputation within court by merely existing at your side, speculation about his history running rampant- and you only recently heard from your lady-in-waiting that many commoners, and noble folk alike, had taken to referring to your new guard as “The Ghost”-

And oh, how fitting of a name- because you feel truly haunted by the enigmatic man; haunted by those eyes, haunted by the softness of his touch, haunted by the yearning and desire to feel it again- No. No..

Wherever you go, your dark omen follows- and for more reasons you can’t explain or justify, you find equal parts pleasure and power in his presence. Because where Lords and Noblemen once might have dismissed you entirely; or the opposite, let their eyes linger or their tongues turn crude- they now avert their gaze, they regard you intently and with due respect; and their Queen’s guard, with fear-

Tap-tap .. Tap-tap-tap

A smirk tugs at your lips, and you hope he sees it- of course, he does, and if you were able to look back at him, you would see his own smile settle at the corners of his eyes as he watches you relax slightly.

After a moment longer, you force your attention back to the festivities, eyes widening as you hear a booming voice,

“Your Grace!”

The distantly familiar accent dredges through your memories until you’re finally able to recognize his face in the crowd- seeing none other than Lord John MacTavish, your Johnny, looking back at you.

It had been years since you last saw your closest cousin-

Well, cousin is a loose term, isn’t it? We aren’t technically related by blood- but, we had grown up together as family, and neither of us had ever seen or known each other as anything else..

Yet, despite time and distance, he looks exactly the same. Blue eyes bright and full of life, and his smile infectious as it stretches ear to ear. His dark hair is longer than you remember- but now cut extremely close to his scalp on the sides, turning the messy chocolate waves on top into an overgrown sort of mohawk-

Oh, Sweet Johnny.. never one to conform to any sort of standard-

“Lord MacTavish, it’s been too long.” You say, watching him sweep into a dramatic bow, his antics forcing you to bite back a wide grin,

“Your Majesty,” Johnny turns to the man sitting by your side, “With your permission, may I have Her Grace’s hand in a dance?”

The King watches him for a moment with utter disinterest, much like he regards most of his subjects, but eventually concedes with a nod- and you don’t hesitate to push away from your chair, your ladies rushing to straighten the flowing gown but you brush them away politely, gathering the skirts in your hands instead.

Rounding the long table, you take Johnny’s arm, letting him escort you through the crowd- and you wish more than anything in this moment you could just be another woman floating across the marble floor, you wish you could toss the crown on your head away, remove the green and gold colors of your husband’s house, the crest from around your neck-

“Still always so stuck in your head, eh, Hen?”

The dance you fall into is simple in its movements, with your palm flat against his above your heads, gliding in a slow circle as the music softly builds,

“Hard not to be- but this is helping, I must admit.” You tease, giving him a wry smile.

His head tips back with a warm laugh, and you’re instantly flooded by memories of your childhood with him- of growing up together, his ceaseless pranks and joking, of the hours you would spend scouting through the woods together, soiling all your dresses, and ruining the pretty braids the maids would put in your hair.

The trouble you got in for him was “unbecoming of the future Queen” as your mother would say, but Johnny had been your best friend- much to her and your father’s chagrin, and no amount of their preaching ever kept you away from his never ending mischief.

It was like that up until he left for the army, and while you both had tried your best to keep up through letters like you promised, after your coronation, time for anything other than your duties always seemed to escape you-

“So, how’s married life treatin’ ya, Your Majesty?”

You roll your eyes at his quip, giggling when he picks you up, your hands holding his wrists at your waist until you’re on the ground again and stepping in time with the next bit of music,

“Oh, I’m sorry, shouldn’t you be married by now, m’Lord?”

Again, he laughs, ducking under your arm before spinning you both gracefully- your back against his, though your heads turned toward each other to keep up the hushed conversation,

“Glad to see your tongue is still made o’ thorns, Grianach.”

His old nickname for you stirs up a sadness that feels overwhelming, almost tangible, and the sting of tears prick at your eyes as you turn back to face him- knowing the dance would too quickly be coming to an end.

It’s during the last, slow spin that you catch Simon’s gaze- watching you from just beyond the edge of the crowd, eyes raking over your body until he sees the turmoil in your expression. And it’s like your pinned beneath him with the weight it carries, holding the fleeting contact even from a distance,

“Sunny?”

You blink once, realizing the music has easily flowed into the next tune, something slower, more somber- and when you blink again, Simon’s moved, and you struggle to not immediately look around for his familiar form, seeking the comfort he unwittingly provides you.

“Ah.. Tha’ the new Queen’s Guard I’ve heard so much about?”

Johnny offers his arm again, looking down at you with a lop-sided smirk,

“It is. And, what of it?” You ask innocently enough, finally spotting him standing a head above the rest, stoically taking his spot behind your chair- eyes roaming over Johnny’s face, still sizing this unfamiliar man up, watching how comfortable you seem with him. He misses nothing-

“Not really your style, is all.. The big, gloomy bastard doesn’t seem like he fits for my li’ bit o’ sunshine.”

How could you tell him that his sweet nickname, Grianach, Sunny, was what actually didn’t fit you anymore?

But you suppose if he stays around long enough, he’ll surely realize you relate more to the dark side of the moon than you did the sun these days..

“He’s been a good guard.. better than any I’ve had.”

Johnny nods, watching the man in question as you approach the giant table,

“Good, tha’s good, Sunny.. you deserve the best, always have.”

You don’t know why his words take you by surprise, why they make your feet feel like lead in your shoes-

“Will you be staying, Johnny?” You speak lowly, not wanting to let go of him, not when he’s the closest thing you’ve had to home in so, so long,

“Aye.. a week is all I can spare, but I’ll be here with ya, all right?”

All you can give is a weak nod before he bows for the King, kissing your cheek and bowing in front of you, as well. And those usually vibrant eyes dull a bit when he sees your apprehension- but he smiles anyway, backing down the steps and disappearing into the crowd once more.

And you do your best to plaster a warm grin on your face as you move to take your seat again, brushing past Simon, you lean down, speaking only in the King’s ear,

“I’ve grown tired-“

He waves his hand at you before you’ve even finished speaking, focused on one of his advisors- the conversation of his imminent travel far more important than anything you might have to say.

Well, haven’t the gods granted me luck tonight..

Your exit is a quiet affair, and as soon as you’re out of the Great Hall, you feel some of the tension melt away- the further you get from the raucous, the easier it is to breathe, the weight easing itself off your shoulders with every step.

“Go ahead and ready my chambers, please, Elia. I’d like to take the air.”

She goes without question, your other handmaids flitting right behind her as you take the next hallway to your right- the one that leads towards the courtyard and the gardens.

You can hear him behind you, those long, steady steps contrasting your shorter ones. Neither of you speak, but you feel his proximity intensely- always so frighteningly aware of him when you’re alone.

And it’s enough to drive you mad, how much he affects you. Because you’re so certain he feels nothing, being in your presence is his duty. He’s a man who has seen too much, experienced too much, to let the likes of you get under his skin-

The guards bow their heads graciously as they push the solid wood out of the way for you to pass through; and it’s as if the night air were a salve for your restless soul- fresh and perfectly chilled, the whispers of fall in the breeze. Just enough to get you out of your head, if only for a moment.

“Ser Simon..”

You walking slowly, your steps languid as your fingers brush over the leaves and petals, absently studying the textures as they feel under the moonlight-

“People keep asking if I like my new guard..” You ramble, moving beyond the entrance of the tall, maze-like hedges, leading you both deeper as you speak,

“But, I don’t think I’ve asked the same of you..”

Don’t.. don’t do this. Just turn around- go back to your rooms. This is petty and useless, nothing but disappointment can come of it..

“Not sure I follow, Your Grace.”

A chill creeps down your spine at the rasp in his voice, from the cold or disuse, you’re not sure. You turn with a saccharine smile, though it quickly falls away as you take him in-

He’s so entirely otherworldly like this, cast in the milky light from above, the shimmering onyx of his armor almost glowing under the pale moon- and when he shifts his weight, the light dances around him, like it simply chooses to bend and move at his will.

Beautiful.. Can monsters be beautiful?

You turn away again, unable to stand it for a moment longer. This was indeed a mistake, you should not be here.

Alone. With him-

“Do you like it?” You ask the hedge, your voice soft now, your confidence having waned, “Your new post..”

Is it seconds that pass? It can’t be minutes.. surely- but gods, it feels like an eternity. The silence stretches on around you- infinitesimal in its reach.

See? That’s enough of an answer to a silly, foolish question. Like he really has a choice in the matter of liking or disliking-

You just barely feel him before you hear him- but how? How had you not heard him move before? Maybe you were right from the very beginning- he is no man; maybe the rumors are true, and he really is a ghost.

He isn’t touching you, but you think if you took even half a step back you would be able to feel the cold steel of his breastplate.

You keep your eyes focused ahead, the dark not really a hindrance because you aren’t truly seeing anymore, so consumed by him that hardly anything else seems important- that is, until something heavy is placed in your hand.

The weight of it is awkward, and you bring your other hand to hold the object before looking down.

His helmet.

It stares back at you, devoid of the warmth you usually find there, without his amber eyes, the black metal is just that- cold, and harsh.

You have every opportunity to turn, to finally gaze upon the face that you had pondered on far too often- to confirm the features you imagined late in the night.

But, you don’t. You wouldn’t, not with the trust he had very literally placed in your hands- you don’t want to betray that, you don’t want to betray him.

“I do.” He whispers against the shell of your ear, his nose grazing over the sensitive skin of your neck as his head dips lower- it’s a slow, tentative movement, and once again your mind goes to war with itself-

Danger. This is dangerous- he is dangerous. If anyone were to see you like this, they would have your head and his, too- Hells, the King himself would probably volunteer to take it from your shoulders-

Yet, when you feel him nuzzle just behind your ear again, your mind quiets, body moving on its own. Just like the moonlight, you bend to him without thought- letting your head tilt to expose more of your skin, your lips parting in a shuddering breath when he inhales deeply through his nose.

A growl resonates from his throat, it’s fleeting, but it ignites an ache so deep between your legs it nearly takes your breath away-

“And, have I served you well, My Queen?”

You shake your head, your grip on his helmet turning almost painful as you struggle to stand straight.

“Why must you insist on saying it like that..”

The low chuckle that rumbles through his chest sounds so perfect in your ears, and the weight of his forehead gently dropping to rest on your shoulder makes you bite your lip-

“Like what?” He coos, and you can hear a barely concealed smile in his voice now, one that has the most delightful shiver snaking its way through your entire body.

He was giving you so much, but you so desperately wanted more. You’ve never wanted a man’s hands on you in the way you need his at this moment.

What would they feel like roaming over your body? Would his touch remain as tender as he’s handled you thus far?

The thought alone hazes your mind even further.

A small hum escapes as you allow yourself to spare a glance at the deep ebony locks you can see now-

Hm.. do ghosts have hair? And are they suppose to feel so warm..

The thought brings a sad smile to your lips, your cheek settling against the side of his head, and your eyes slipping shut; you relish in the feel of his hair on your skin- but, it’s that very same feeling that causes you to tense, pulling away.

Because too suddenly, all you can imagine is the feeling of his soft hair in your hands, matted with blood as you hold his head in your lap- his body cold and lifeless..

No- I will be the death of him.. I can’t- I couldn’t..

He moves just as abruptly as you do, though his motions are still so gentle as he rises to his full height again,

“I apologize-“

“No..” You cut him off, turning only enough to let him take the helmet from your hands, “Please, don’t- I-“

Words fail you. And your heart sputters in your chest as embarrassment, and shame, and grief burn through you-

“I shouldn’t- I just.. We can’t.” You whisper hoarsely, your voice pathetic even in your own ears.

Strong hands turn you, and you don’t know why your eyes clamp shut, but they do- you keep them closed, breathing in through your nose, which is just another mistake because his scent is so strong now you want to wrap yourself in it. Keep it with you-

A single finger tilts your chin up, a silent command to open your eyes, to look at him.

He’s covered again, but his gaze is so open as he looks down at you- studying you in that way that only he can, though it’s impossible to miss the unrest behind his expression,

“I know..”

[chapter 4 >>>>]

#knight!ghost #and his queen #I can just hear the way he says my queen and it ruins me every time #cod fandom #call of duty #simon ghost riley #cod fanfic #john soap mactavish #ao3 fanfic #simon riley x reader #simon x reader #medieval au #lord mactavish #your honor I love them #fic: the queens guard #also on ao3

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