#knight!simon

This is a play on a book idea of mine about threads that bind the worlds together!

Word count about 1300

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The light filters in from between the blinds as a form shifts through the dark. He was a wraith, haunting the hall, and is haunted himself. A mask hangs loosely from his fingers as he paces quietly.

What were those moments in between the dreams? Lucidity walks and pulls him under. When did it turn to love?

The mood shifts with a passing glance as you sleep soundly. You had come home after a normal day to an empty cottage as usual. The aloneness was an old friend to you at this point. 

“Spinster, cursed to love death himself.”

Their cautious whispers lifted as you passed in the market, an old wicker basket in the crook of your arm filled with herbs and flowers. Despite all you did for the village, they dare speak of you like this?

The sheets pull taut as you move, some unease settling onto your sleeping face. The figure in black moves on instinct. A gloved hand reaches to caress your cheek, your movement calming in his grasp. There is a sigh. 

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games), Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley, Simon "Ghost" Riley/Original Male Character(s), John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley/Original Male Character(s) Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternate Universe - Historical, Knight!Simon, prince!johnny, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Prostitution, Brothels, Established Relationship, Feelings Realization, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, Jealousy, Friends With Benefits, Soft Simon "Ghost" Riley, Top Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish Loves Simon "Ghost" Riley, Simon "Ghost" Riley Loves John "Soap" MacTavish, Top John "Soap" MacTavish, Threesome - M/M/M, Toxic John "Soap" MacTavish, Possessive John "Soap" MacTavish, Face-Sitting, Face-Fucking, Simon "Ghost" Riley Has a Large Penis, John "Soap" MacTavish is Bad at Feelings, The author does not share the characters opinions of sex workers, The creation of intricate rituals as an excuse to touch the skin of your devoted knight, Pining John "Soap" MacTavish, Gay Simon "Ghost" Riley, Bisexual John "Soap" MacTavish, Puppy Play, but only in terms of endearment, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Dom/sub Undertones, Dom John "Soap" MacTavish, Sub Simon "Ghost" Riley, if the roles even apply, Mutual Pining, Pining, John "Soap" MacTavish is In Denial, Period-Typical Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia, canon typical behavior towards sex workers, aka Game of thrones is full of assholes so expect assholeishness, Denial of Feelings, author puts men in situations Series: Part 4 of The Hunt Summary:

The Prince was enthralled. He knew his loyal hound to be nothing but the most competent lover, he’d made sure of that. He’d been a skittish pup the day John had selected him for his guard and promptly taken him to bed, but their couplings had always been of a more ferocious nature and John had preferred it that way. There was no need to woo one who was already in your service.

Prince John and his hound sneak out to a brothel for some privacy and feelings begin to arise

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Heyyyyyy MORE FANTASY AU FOR THE BABIES

how cursed would that be, though?

knight!simon fought viciously, but he was only human. exhaustion began to slow his body down.

the beginning of the true end had begun when you took an arrow to your midsection— the chainmail vest that he'd haphazardly shoved you in, penetrated by an eleven-gram arrowhead.

how had it gotten past his shield?

it didn't matter; you bled out in seconds.

simon, the knight in bloodied, dented armor died when his maiden did.

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and then you stir awake, in a warm bed with simon(?) next to you.

but where's the jagged scar that stretched from his temple down to his chin?

what're the strange clothes he's wearing?

where's his armor? his horse?

where are you?

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whoever this is that wears simon's face. you scream at him— ragged, furious— that whatever this witchcraft of his is, he'll burn at the stake for it.

his face contorts with his confusion, and then he opens his mouth to speak.

your english is not his.

this simon is not yours.

but there is nowhere for you to go, in a time you weren't born in.

so you continue to be his 'wife' and pretend to love him, until you wake up one day and realize that you're no longer pretending.

until he's the one that leaves you behind, this time.

you go to sleep in mourning, and wake with a knife to your throat in a different setting altogether.

not again.

you lock eyes with your captor and your archaic language falls from your lips unbidden.

my knight.

his eyes widen with recognition and removes the blade from your neck.

my maiden.

your hands instantly cradle his face and pull him down to brush your lips against his.

this...this is your simon.

Knight!simon with one of these full face plate bad boys. It’s giving Elden ring.

Thanks for the tag @sillyunicorn, I love your happy!Baz (how did we not realize we need this trope?).

This is a snippet from an as yet unpublished chapter of Beastly, in which Baz finds himself slipping into an animalistic mind due to the curse, and needs something to anchor him in order to keep a grip on his human mind:

I try to conjure something, or someone, in my mind to anchor to. I imagine a familiar face. Blue eyes, bronze curls, freckle-kissed skin. I imagine Sir Snow is here with me, reaching out a hand. My human mind clings to this imaginary vision. I try to hold on with everything I have. I’m lying on my side now, with my arms wrapped around myself. I start to squeeze my upper arms with my hands, imagining it’s Sir Snow squeezing them. “Breathe, Baz,” he says. “Deep breaths love, you can do this.” I keep breathing and squeezing, staring into his blue eyes.

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Ps. You better have been drinking water

knight!simon i stg is such a simp for her, it's unfunny. He's never cared about a woman until now.

He takes her away to the 141 estate covered in blood, and tells her that if she marries him, she'll never have to worry about working to put food on the table again.

lowkey coercion, but he just wants to keep her safe— preferably with him.

Simon tells her to think on it, but for now, just worry about healing back up.

my vision was that he's your only customer because if he has to hear you talk about any other clientele, he might just lose his cool.

if he visits the bath house, and you're busy?

he's stomping in there and dragging out the fool by his cock. ooh! and then if the poor victim feels that he needs to defend his honour?

he'd pull out his pathetic weapon only to come face to face with a sword that has a name engraved on it.

it's the name of a master swordsmith, a guarantee of quality.

the he'd take a real good look at who owns it, only to realize it's knight!Simon.

whoops. so sorry, my liege.

anyway, he needs to get you out of there without twisting your arm about it, so for now, he pays you a ridiculous amount of coin just so you're always available for him.

and when he's not around, you're not allowed to wear just a chemise.

cover up, boss' orders.

commenting on the sheer, wet chemise when he's in the bath, he's rock solid under the soapy water, and the lip of the wooden tub is splintering under his death grip.

you're a vision.

bless your relatively naive soul, so trusting with him— you have no idea that he's eye fucking you as bend over to check the temperature of the bath water with your hands.

god, he can't wait to marry you.