thinking about Gaz being absolutely smitten with you, rose tinted glasses type of smitten. so much so that he starts living up to, “Barbie has a great day every day. But Ken only has a great day if Barbie looks at him.”. his morals take a hit when you follow orders from Price, orders that go against his beliefs. when you flash him a look afterwards, nothing but a glance, the lump in his throat suddenly disappears - heart throbbing, ignoring your brutal actions
he’s absolutely heartbroken when you argue, stomach dropping when he sees your eyebrows knit. especially in the field, his adrenaline making his nerves worse. kills him when he realizes you’re more loyal to Price than him, especially when Gaz is the one that brings you treats off duty. when Gaz banters and laughs with you. when Gaz wears his heart so vividly on his sleeve around you. it hurts because you’re more interested in the captain
Knight Captain John Price has defied the king one too many times and is placed in charge of guarding you, the princess who’s fifth in line to the throne.
John has too many political allies to just be jailed and executed, and he always successfully returns alive and well whenever he’s sent on some purposefully insurmountable task to conquer, quell, or defend. The king sees this as the most effective way to limit his influence—remove him from the battlefield where he excels and have him tied to the shadow of his powerless daughter.
When John meets you for the first time, he’s not sure what to expect, mainly because you’ve rarely made an appearance in court. Your siblings are all as arrogant, spoiled, and treacherous as your father, so he braces himself for the worst.
You surprise him, though, visibly nervous and unsure of proper protocol when he kneels before you. You’ve only been taught how to live quietly and unseen until the king needs to marry you off in order to secure a political deal.
The oath ceremony is unattended by anyone but a few of his men who followed him to his new station. You have few servants and no allies, so there’s only this small group in the hall of your humble palace. When you draw the sword for the ceremony, it slips from your hands and clatters with a humiliatingly loud echo bouncing off the walls of the near empty room.
You’re frozen in place because you at least know that it would be unbecoming for a princess to crouch down and pick it up. You look to John desperately for help but don’t think to issue a command.
Rising to his feet, John lifts the sword from the floor and presents it to you. Instead of leaving it at that, though, he then adjusts your grip on the sword so you’re holding it properly. It’s a violation of the law to lay his hands on royalty, but he does so on purpose. Like he anticipated, you don’t voice any complaints, softly expressing your gratitude instead.
He guides you through the rest of the ceremony steps, and you obediently follow his instructions. At the end of it, he becomes your knight, sworn to protect you and your honor.
It’s hard to believe a sweet thing like you shares the same blood as your snake-in-the-grass father and siblings. When you admit that you had naively hoped the appointment of such an illustrious knight to your guard meant your father had acknowledged your worth, John assures you that the king is not someone you need to seek approval from. All the while, John also makes plans to fill that void of the man in your life that you should crave attention and praise from.
“being the only woman in 141 and getting passed around-”
no. the only woman in the 141 is a fujoshi who ships them all together. she gets wasted at the function and starts telling the guys to “kiss kiss kiss!”
and occasionally getting passed around after watching them all kiss.
lion hybrid gaz walking into work with a limp and eye bags the size of saucers. it’s mating season and unfortunately for him, his lioness has insisted on breeding as often as they can… and biting his balls when he refuses. after all, he did promise to give her cubs this season.
A/N: I was not planning on posting this but I've been seeing a lot of hate in multiple fandoms, which prompted me to create this. Hopefully this educates people/newer users and prevents anymore hate from circling. Also please feel free to reblog or add on if you'd like to.
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they’d only slipped in for a quick drink. some cheap liquor to drown out the sorrows of war. but it was the strumming of strings that kept them coming back. that hopeless melancholy that spoke to them so deeply.
eyes latched onto the wooden stage when you’d sit with your guitar, tears streaming by the second line of your song. the way your eyes crinkled in shameful pain, stage lights bouncing off the glitter on your lids. mascara flooding the deep pockets under your eyes, evidence of sleepless nights.
you’d play every wednesday night. to any audience. packed or not, you’d sit on that stage and stare out to those familiar eyes—they matched your own. pockets of sadness and you knew they understood you.
an unspoken connection. they were your muses. in some strange way, these four men knew what you meant. and they never judged your teary eyes when chipped fingernails rang against acoustic strings. every lyric had been for you. and every lyric was now theirs too.
ik some of ya’ll will disagree but my favorite john price pairing is him and a woman in his age range.
they’re just late bloomers. adults in their 30s who found love a little later than the rest. it started as a simple companionship. john needed a woman to keep him busy whenever he was off the field. likewise, she needed somebody to keep her mind off of her job—the one she spent all of her 20s going to school for.
it’s a sweet arrangement that turned into something more. sex and aftercare in his apartment turned into cooking breakfast together, receiving roses at her work desk, and briefly mentioning “the missus” on base—a freudian slip of the tongue. which then turned into date nights, which morphed into holding some of her clothes in his closet, and giving her a spare apartment key; “just in case” john tried to reason. but really he wanted her to stay. maybe it was time for him to settle down.
Vampire!141 watching new-born vampire!reader feed on Kyle because reader "doesn't know how to feed yet," and "has to practice on someone who's not gonna die in the first try" – Johnny's words, that freak.
That's how they find themselves sporting hard-ons at the sight of you in Kyle's arms, sitting prettily on his lap with your fangs buried in his throat, gulping down his vampire blood like it gives you an orgasm each time, whilst both of you let small grunts and sighs escape your lips.
Johnny already has his right hand palming his erection through his clothes, John had to nurse a glass of whiskey to blow some of the steam off and Simon is sure his nails are digging marks on his palm from how hard he's squeezing his fists closed.
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