🩸Shape of the unkown pt. 1 pt.2 pt.3 epilogue (finished) - angst

summary: Your friendship with Sylus was the greatest gift ever received, but it's the first step towards deeper feelings. He protected you and Tarus' temple, while you were his oracle and helped him grow his treasure. What happens when a certain sorceress appears to be standing between the two of you?

characters: Sylus, non!mc, mc

warnings: death, blood, adult themes

🩸Razor's grip part: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 - angst, fluff (depends on the chapter)

summary: Destiny is a tangled mess of possibilities. Trying to escape the haunting of your past you get pulled into Sylus' life. Every thing you thought to be the truth somehow ends up being a lie, a deception. Nothing is what it seems. There is a magnetic pull between you two, but can it withstand his desire for his past?

characters: Sylus, non!mc, mc, the shop owner(Philip), Luke and Kieran, other minor characters

warnings: violence, illegal stuff, drinking, smoking, blood, death, mental health issues, adult themes

🩸 Ex-boyfriend!Sylus

🩸Familiar part 1 part 2

🩸Sylus kneeling

Hello, hello! This one shows the path of Ghost admitting that maybe he low key adopted you. Hope you will enjoy it! (not proofread sorry)

Simon never wanted children. It wasn't the fact that he didn't like them, in fact, most of their shenanigans amused him greatly. Yet, his traumas from childhood and his erratic schedule made him not be open to the idea. The last thing he wanted was to be a deadbeat father just like his before him.

When he met you, a little over twenty, looking for cheap rent so you can go to university, while it wasn't exactly his wish to have a roommate, in Simon's head a weird voice started to whisper all the dangers that could await you. What if a landlord tries to fool you? What if a roommate starts bullying you or worse? 'What if's Ghost never really cared about until now. So he let you stay with him - reluctantly.

Over the months, the lieutenant started to be concerned when he saw the food in the fridge untouched, while cans of energy drinks were filling the trash. Did Simon make you eat while he watched in complete silence? Yes, throwing sharp glances when saying that you can't eat anymore. Each time you went out with friends, the man couldn't sleep until he heard your keys opening the door, stumbling to your room. You would always wake up with a pill and a glass of water on your nightstand, maybe even the trash besides your bed - in case the drinks wanted out. At some point he just started to wait in the living room.

"Can't pay rent if ya're dead in a ditch", is what Ghost would state.

During missions the military man couldn't stop thinking if you were eating or checking the locks before sleeping. Sometimes he finds himself hanging around in the shadows when the younger recruits gossip, knowing you'll love to hear about it. Other times, walking through deserted lands, Simon would find a nice rock and think about your rock and fossil collection.

The task force noticed his new weird behavior, but didn't exactly want to bring it up, knowing he'll just ignore the questions. That didn't stop them from discussing hypotheses about it - maybe new hobbies or boredom were the most relevant ones.

You, on the other hand, loved the dynamic. The paternal role in your life has always been vacant, no dad to offer protection and teach you things - you've done it yourself, getting bits and scraps from other men in your family. It didn't quench the thirst for a father figure, though.

When you met the gruff man, there were no expectations on your part for him, thinking he'll just leave you alone and ignore your existence. However, with every small thing he did, Simon healed parts that bled for so long, you thought they don't bleed anymore.

This fueled your idea to send him a vine right on father's day. Ghost was sitting on his favorite spot on the couch, watching a match, beer in hand. You hear the video play on his phone. Simon turns his head towards where you were sitting in the kitchen.

"'m not yer dad", he deadpans.

"No shit", you laugh.

That's when denial and doubt started within him.

Until, one night, after a mission that didn't exactly go as planned, the task force decided to go have a drink. The drinks kept pouring, hours kept passing. Everyone was having a great time, playing cards, making jokes. Everything stops when Ghost's phone starts ringing, showing the caller ID - Duckling. Johnny stops in the middle of his story, eyebrows almost touching his mohawk. A voice can be heard on the other side, yelling excitedly about something.

"I PASSED! I GOT THE GRADE I NEEDED!", this is all Simon needs to let out a chuckle.

"G' job, talk when 'm home."

His colleagues looked at the man like he'd grown another head. Even Price looked surprised.

"Dinae kno ya hed a birdie waitin'", Johnny breaks the silence.

Simon throws him a dirty glare.

"'s m' kid, no birdie, Johnny."

The silence was thick with confusion and awe.

"Didn't know y'had a kid, mate", Price says lighting another cigar.

"Not mine. Jus' got 'em one day", Simon shrugs.

"What do you mean 'just got them one day'?", asks Gaz trying to wrap his mind around what was happening.

"Like a stray cat", the lieutenant searched for that term you always used, from that god forsaken app on your phone, but it didn't come to him. "Needed somewhere t' stay, had a free room", he shrugs again. "One day, said 'm their dad."

Hi there! I like procrastinating on exams and my unfinished series by writing about student!reader. Hope you enjoy! (Not proofread, im sorry)

The electronic clock sitting on Simon's nightstand shows the ungodly hour of 2 a.m. His eyes are stuck to the ceiling listening to slight banging on your desk and aggressive clicking, followed by curses he can't really make out through the walls. You would think, that a lieutenant who's been numerous times on battlefields where gunshots and grenades never stopped, would not be easily affected by the sound of you playing some games.

However, Simon knew for a fact that tomorrow morning you have classes and you'll be looking like a zombie from those series you've been binge watching. Also, it didn't help that he's been awake for almost forty hours because of his old friend, insomnia, and he had to be on base to train recruits.

He sits up on the verge of the bed, rubbing his eyes. A deep sigh leaves his chest after a loud curse resounds through the apartment. If that's how you are when he's home, Simon's sure that it's a blessing that no neighbors came to him for noise complaints. Even though, judging by how everyone slightly moves away when they see the man, he doubts they would really come to him for any complaint.

The lieutenant stands up and walks to your door, opening it. He learned to try and make some noise when moving, but your attention is completely invested in that forsaken game you've been playing for hours. Your room is bathed in purple light coming from a lamp put on the bookcase, the smell of vanilla and oranges tickles his nose. The bed covered in all kinds of books and plushies is completely untouched. You laugh and his attention goes back to your form sitting at the desk.

For a moment, Simon thinks about crashing in your bed that looks so cozy and trying to sleep there, under the countless soft blankets, surrounded by the smell of vanilla and your existence. Yet, you both had work to do in the morning.

So he just stands at the door hoping you'll notice something.

"It's two in the fackin' mornin', y'blighter", Simon says after five minutes of waiting, voice tired, annoyance dripping from it.

His voice startles you, making you turn around, eyes big and hands ready to grab something to fight the ominous presence staying in your doorframe, surrounded by darkness. The man's face is serious, dark circles under his eyes, lips pulled into a scowl.

"Go t'sleep", he says going back to his room, but not before grabbing your puffiest blanket. "Can't sleep 'cause it's cold", the man mumbles gruffly and shuts your door.

If it was someone else, you wouldn't have given up your favorite blanket, fighting nail and claw to take it back. Still, the big man who could break bones with his bare hands, always seemed to eye it and try to get under it, even if it was subtle.

Simon tries to help you relax during exams.

Where did the inspiration come from? I actually did the cold water and ice trick and it works, but I looked insane. Hope y'all enjoy it❤️ Also the nickname is partly because my name translates to 'duckling' and partly to one drabble from another writer that used the nickname 'duck' and i found it cute. (Small self insert)

The apartment was silent, silent enough for Simon to start feeling subtly unsettled. Nowadays, he is used to you walking around, watching something in the living room or just talking to him about whatever uni drama happened recently. When these things started, the military man answered things almost mechanically, not exactly interested in the lives of people he doesn't know; however he liked when you started spewing random facts in random moments. With time though, Simon got used to the sound and energy of you - you would call it 'vibe', he called it a comforting presence, even if these words would never get past his lips.

So, it was fair to say that when the exam season came and you started to leave your room less, the apartment felt empty, pressing down on his hyper aware and stressed mind. It wasn't the first exam season, far from it, yet he still felt uneasy without you in his proximity. All Simon could hear from behind your door was the sound of turning pages, scrolling and clicking on your laptop, sometimes typing or cursing.

Today, when Simon came into the kitchen to eat whatever was left from last night's dinner, he stopped dead in his tracks. There you were, face down into a red bowl of water and ice, bubbles surfacing. He expected many things, being used to your shenanigans fueled by stress and frustration, but... This was new.

"Didn' expect ya new copin' mechanism to be goddamn waterboardin' y'self", his voice startled you when your head lifted from under the water. The lieutenant always spooked you because of how light his steps were, though he always mumbles something about listening to less music with your headphones on.

"My head hurts and I heard this actually helps. Pills didn't work", you sigh putting your hands in the ice cold water.

"An' actual torture was the next option?", Simon said pulling the corner of his lips into a slight smirk. "Could've asked for help."

"I actually tried eating ice before this. Wasn't cutting it."

"Tha' school of yours is slowly fryin' y'brain, kid. Take a pause and hydrate", he throws you a bottle of water from the fridge as he looks for something to eat.

Simon, the same man who pushed rookies to their limits, making them train until some of them threw up, wasn't exactly content seeing you overwork yourself. You didn't need anyone to push you to your limit, it was an instinct to do it. While he could appreciate your determination, enough is enough and brains need a break.

The leftovers from last night weren't exactly appealing to him. An idea bloomed in his mind.

"How 'bout y'take a break and we get some take out and watch somethin', duckling?"

The nickname starts a fuzzy feeling to spread throughout your body. You ponder the proposal. These days have been actual hell and, truthfully, you missed hanging out with your roommate watching silly things only for him to be dead serious, playing cards and listening to his horrible dad jokes, anything regarding his presence really.

"Fine, but it's my time to pick."

"It's not, but since y'look like a wet dog, I'll allow it."

Simon won't tell you that for the first night in a few weeks he finally felt at home and at peace. Looking at you laugh warmed something in his chest that he thought to be long dead. He even slept better.

Imagine tf141 x medic!reader (platonic/romantic) in a war set up. She's almost done with her med school, only one year to go, but war means needing more hands to keep soldiers alive.

While the first times the men meet her, no one really cares more than to give short, mumbled 'thank you's or 'have a good day's, her easygoing exterior kind of grows on them. They see her as someone who just got thrown into chaos and pain, yet still tries her best to smile and hope for the better. She adapts and prevails, always trying to do more, learn more, keep more people alive.

Yet, war runs people down and they know this. No matter how calm she tries to be, Price notices her trembling hands. Gaz sees her when tears almost slide over after every loss. Soap jokes harder when she lets out forced laughs, hoping his words might cheer her up. Ghost just passes her a cigarette every time he sees her mentally clocked out, outside, in the back of the med bay, after trying to revive a soldier younger than her. They know that it's a matter of time until she breaks down.

But when it happens it still makes their heart drop to their stomach.

Not proofread.

Tw: abuse mentioned, torture mentioned

No matter how bad his life has been, we can't deny that Simon is , or at least tries to be, a good person. Not in the usual sense like being a fluff ball of sunshine, but in the way that he noticed when the granny from the first floor had trouble carrying her groceries, so he helped her; when the single mother from the third floor needed a ride to the hospital during a storm because her son's fever wouldn't go down, he made sure they got there safe. Once, a young man almost fell down the stairs, luckily Simon was there to catch him by the shirt and pull him back.

He doesn't do this out of the savior's complex, we can almost say that he dislikes the attention that gets stuck on him at every step just because of acts of human decency - as he deems them. No, Simon does this based on instincts ingrained by his mother's soft voice, gentle hands and warm eyes, instincts that prevail, while in safety, over the rough and violent means equally pushed into his being by his dad and the army and even more so, by the torture that battered his body as it maimed his mind.

So, Simon just keeps his distance, yet helps the ones around him. The need for community is human, even if he denies it.