I Really Dunno

Just writing for fun. Thanks to everyone who reads my stuff 🥰

[girlypopsimon]

Masterlist

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Mafia au

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9 (smut/ doesn’t have to be read to understand the plot)

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

As many as I will write 😝

Moodboard

Drabbles/ Ideas for future parts

1 cat love

[girlypopsimon]

I‘m so sorry guys for only posting now 😭

I really didn’t have any motivation or inspiration for so long and I‘m still not a hundred percent happy with this but I guess I‘ll never will be.

I hope you enjoy it, it’s probably the last part for this.

It’s not proof read.

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Synopsis: Reader is the daughter of a mafia boss and supposed to marry the son of an ally. The day of the wedding it turns out he hit her and readers father decides reader will marry his right hand.

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Part 14

Part 15

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"I…I don’t know!“

The bloody stain that was once a man whimpers while writhing on the floor.

"Lie.“ Simon snarls.

Another kick, another crack of bone and another scream.

"McCallighan targeted…her…and…“

"When did he place the poison?“ he snaps

"Two days ago.“ the man coughs up blood.

Simons boot collides with his head and the man stills, no coughing and no whimpering.

It’s the same answer he’s gotten from the other men too. He will have to call Johnny to take care of their bodies.

Only one of them had said something slightly useful.

"McCallighan is a freak. Started mixing shit together in his lab a few months ago, really don’t know what it was.“

A lab. Self made poison that that fucker produced.

It doesn’t take long for him to stand in McCallighans warehouse. The back is closed off with white and sterile looking glass.

With his gun raised he slowly makes his way into the lab.

It’s huge. Steel, machinery and materials lining two walls while the other’s are occupied by plants, different aquariums and terrariums filled with different kinds of animals. All highly venomous and for sure not supposed to sit in small tanks.

The only positive thing there is is that no one is there. No mechanism that stops him from looking around, careful as to not touch any of the plants.

He isn’t even sure what he’s doing here after not finding anything that could be helpful in the paperwork that’s neatly sorted in a few shelves. That is until his eyes land on a sheet with his name on it.

"Crossbreed Atropa belladonna and Tetrodotoxin.

Optic’s: small, blue berries, white flesh

Highly venomous, nervous system damage, paralysis"

"Motherfucker.“ his hands flex and the paper crumples slightly. He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes and then falls back in motion. The papers in his pocket and some of the berries in a little plastic bag next to them.

He turns and walks out of the lab, gun in hand but mind elsewhere. That is until the familiar click of a safety being loosened rings through the space like a gunshot itself.

Simons head whips around, eyes scanning the space but no one is there.

Another step.

The unmistakable sound of a new mag in a rifle but still, no one there.

Another step.

A trigger being pulled.

Nothing.

No blood, no pain and no bullet anywhere. The only thing there is is the immediate bodily reaction to such a situation.

High heart rate, sweat and the tangy taste of iron.

More shots ring out but nothing happens besides his heart hammering so hard that it gets hard to breathe.

The adrenaline rush doesn’t ebb off, the panic intensifies but it feels like he’s trapped. Mind surrounded by white haze while his skin is being scorched and his lungs seem to have trippelt in size.

In one of the corners there is a small white box hung on the wall. A sickeningly sweet smell emerging from it on a cloud of white fog, clouding his senses.

It takes all his willpower to raise the gun and shoot.

He misses.

Tries again and finally hits. The box collapses and the white smoke stops.

The next twenty minutes he spends on the floor, groaning in agony.

Every joint and fiber in his body seems to protest when he finally manages to get back on his feet. Once outside the damned warehouse he throws up. He’s hunched over, hands braced against the wall while his stomach empties itself.

Once that is done though he feels a lot better, his mind clears and his muscles feel less like old rubber about to snap.

He walks the car parked a little over a mile away.

The second he’s in there he floors the pedal and reaches the hospital in under 50 minutes. He quickly strips the bloody gear off to switch into his usual black clothes before rushing in.

He searches for the doctor that is looking after you and presses the berries and the notes he found into her hand.

"It’s this.“

"What is this?“

"The shit that poisoned my wife.“

She looks over the notes and back at him.

"I’ll send it to the lab too, Mr. Riley.“

Not even five minutes later and he’s opening the door to your room.

Your father still sitting at your bed.

"You have something?“

"Yes, sir.“

"What is it?“

"Black belladonna and poison of a pufferfish.“

"And how on earth did she consume that?“

Simon steps further into the room until he can properly see you, or at least what is visible of you under the oxygen mask, electrodes and cables.

"McCallighan has a lab. He experimented on some strange stuff. Had a bunch of plants and animals that he somehow mixed together to create these berries she ate.“

The man gets up. „Where?“

Simon tells him and then he’s gone.

It’s the first time he can actually calm down for a moment.

Simon takes your hand, it’s pale and limp. Your whole body is.

Someone cleaned the blood from your, mouth, nose, ears and eyes. He sits down, for the first time since the crash he’s alone with you and not in complete and utter panic that makes him sharp and keeps him on his legs.

The many cuts and wounds he suffered suddenly hurt and pulsate, they were sewn up and cleaned. He didn’t notice any of it when it was done.

The only thing he saw in that moment was you, hanging in the flipped car, hair around your head while the blood ran through your eyes.

You looked like something from a horror movie but under all that he saw your fear and confusion because you didn’t know what had happened.

His moment of silence was immediately interrupted by doctors and nurses that came in.

Now he was the one who didn’t know what was happening.

Nurses injected something into your iv and directly into your veins while the doctors touched your neck, pressed into it gently and moved their hands around.

When he finally finds his voice again it’s not his. It’s barely audible, small and frail.

"She will be okay, right?“

One of them looks up „Yes, Mr.Riley. We now know what poisoned her. She will wake up when she is ready.“

The first thing you notice is the strange feeling in your throat. It’s like your windpipe is too big for it. The next is the weird feeling in the back of your nose, like a swap being shoved up your nose and twisted.

And then you feel everything at once. The pain, the hunger and thirst, your hand being held and voices.

People ask you stuff, take tubes from your throat and nose that most likely kept you alive, prod at you, listen to your heart and shine light into your eyes, again.

The voices blur together, you turn your head.

Simon.

Tears.

Again.

So it wasn’t a hallucination. He was crying and is crying again.

You open your mouth, everything feels raw and sore but you manage a "Si…?“.

That’s enough for him, the few tears that run down his cheeks double and he brushes a hand over your forehead.

You slip again. Darkness wrapping around you again.

This repeats.

You wake up, someone holds water to your lips, people touch and examine you and you’re gone again.

You don’t know how long it gies on gor but you do know that the next time you wake up is in your bed.

Not the weird plastic bed in the sterile room, no. Your bed. In your home.

Something warm next to your face, something furry and soft.

You turn your head "Hey, baby.“

Snowflake purrs in delight. You sit up and look around. There is water and a bunch of other stuff on your bedside table, your arms are still wrapped in bandages in some areas.

The door opens and Simon stands in the room.

You smile. In a matter of seconds he’s on you, wrapping you in his beefy arms. You grin and wrap your arms around him too "What happened? I only remember…We were in the car…and then I felt strange. I woke up in the hospital…“

He pulls back, tucking your hair behind your ears "Shit, love. A bunch of shit.“

You listen to him and your eyes widen with every second.

Suddenly it all made sense, his odd behavior, the weapons at the fall market, the weird body search he did not so subtlety.

You’re still exhausted though, so you very quickly cuddle into his arms and fall asleep.

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[girlypopsimon]

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Synopsis: Reader is the daughter of a mafia boss and supposed to marry the son of an ally. The day of the wedding it turns out he hit her and readers father decides reader will marry his right hand.

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Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

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You‘re not really aware of anything happening around you.

You think you’re hearing voices and the rhythmic beating of a few machines but you’re not sure. It could be the lack of oxygen in your brain that causes you to hear it.

Simon knows the beeping is there. Sees you through the glass. Sees the many different patches, cables and needles in your body. Sees that the monitor that shows the beating of your heart flickers and shows a rapid beat that shouldn’t be there.

Sees the doctors and nurses pull all needles and patches off your skin, ripping off your blouse and bra and pressing the two discs on your chest.

Your body jerks while the electric shock stops the rapid rhythm until it finally returns to normal.

He let’s out a long breath that he has been holding since your heart rate rose that drastically.

The cables and tubes are reattached and a you get put into a hospital gown.

”Mr. Riley?“ the voice comes from behind him, an elderly woman in scrubs.

”Will she be alright?“

She stays quiet for a moment. Eyes looking through the window at your limp form.

”I‘ll be honest. We’re not sure. She’s stable for now but you said something about poison?“

”Yes.“

”That is what worries us. We ran a few tests and found nothing that we know. She definitely shows signs of poisoning and we-„

”So you know nothing? I see that she was poisoned myself and I‘m not a doctor throwing around fancy words.“ he snaps and the woman takes a slow step back.

He’s very aware that he’s snapping at her without real reason, she’s doing her job and seems quite friendly and competent but to her severe misfortune he’s not thinking clearly.

”I understand your frustration and anger Mr. Riley but I must ask you to calm down, or I‘m forced to call security on you. That certainly wouldn’t help your wife.“ she still sounds calm but her eyes dart to the nearest door once or twice.

He nods, trying to pull himself together.

”Apologies.“ he presses out ”Is there anything I need to know or anything I can do to help?“

”Actually there is. What did your wife eat yesterday? We should focus on things you didn’t eat because it doesn’t look like a food allergy.“

Pancakes, fries, a candied apple and hot chocolate. You ate the same things as him.

He thinks back to the fall market. You both ate the same fries, shared them. You also shared the apple. The hot chocolate came out of the same pot and nothing was added.

”These blueberries are so juicy. You want one?“

Blueberries. You had some with the pancakes. He hadn’t because he doesn’t like them.

”She had blueberries…that’s the only thing she ate that I didn’t eat.“ he frowns.

”You still have some of those at home?“

”I think so.“

"Bring them here so we can test them and try to find a match.“

Once he‘s home he frantically searches the kitchen for the leftover blueberries.

He rips open the fridge, searches through the drawers and finally holds the packet in his hands. He looks at them closely, turns the package around and sees a little note on the bottom.

“Told you poison is cruel“

He rushes back to the car, placing the damned plastic package on the passenger seat and speeding back to the hospital.

Once he brought the blueberries to the lab he returns to your room.

You’re still not awake but you’re also not alone.

“You were supposed to protect her.“ he doesn’t turn to Simon, doesn’t raise his voice and never tears his eyes from your pale face.

“I know that, sir.“

“Then why is she unconscious and hooked onto twenty different machines?“

He swallows hard, mouth and throat feeling like sandpaper while the man that gave him a second chance, a way out of the misery the discharge plunged him into, is so angry.

The words flash up again in his mind

“A dog, begging for love. For approval.“

He shakes his head slightly to clear his head.

“The last target, McCallighan, he threatened her before I finished it.“

“So you knew it would happen?“

“I made sure she wasn’t injected with anything and watched what she ate…“

The man gets up and turns around “Then how did this happen?“

“She ate berries…“ his voice cracks as he realizes that it must sound dumb as hell

“If she dies…“ he looks back at you “I’ll throw you back into the corner I found you in.“

He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t react besides an nod and a “Yes, sir.“

He left the hospital and drove home, knuckles white from how hard he‘s gripping the steering wheel.

He rushes through the house, collecting his weapons, gear and every piece of intel he could find in the past 3 hours.

He didn’t think straight. Couldn’t if he tried. The only thing on his mind the face of the man that put his love into a coma. And how ugly said face would look if there was no blood left in it or the rest of the body.

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I really don’t know if the blueberry thing makes sense but when I wrote the parts before, I had an idea on how to properly incorporate it. I forgot it though 🙁

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[girlypopsimon]

it’s okay girl take your time❤️ we’re sure that whatever you write it’s gonna be perfect so it’s worth all the wait I don’t care how long it is

Aww you cutie ❤️❤️ but I finally started with the next part 🥳

[girlypopsimon]

Guys, I‘m alive. I promise the next part will come 😭🙏

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Synopsis: Reader is the daughter of a mafia boss and supposed to marry the son of an ally. The day of the wedding it turns out he hit her and readers father decides reader will marry his right hand.

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Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

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Trigger warning: gore(?)

This ain‘t the last part so don’t worry (yet).

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You wake up to his fingers tracing over your arms, prodding slightly.

”What‘cha doin‘?“ you mumble sleepily

”Can’t I touch my wife?“ he presses a kiss to your lips and pulls you close.

”How are you? Did you sleep well?“

”Mhmm.“ you hum and nod slightly, still groggy.

”You feeling sick?“

”No? I’m just tired because my husband woke me.“ you grumble and press your face into his chest.

He continues rubbing over your arms and nape until you fall asleep again.

When you wake up it’s noon already and he’s not in bed anymore.

From the kitchen you hear the sizzling of pancakes and the smell of freshly brewed tea.

While passing you grab a shirt from him and throw it on, the tag stings and you have to smooth it out.

Once in the kitchen you watch him cook, he looks good but you can also see the circles under his eyes. They’re always there but today they seem darker.

Once he notices that he’s got company he starts assembling the plates and puts them on the table before kissing you again.

”Look good in my shirt.“ he says voice slightly raspy.

You giggle ”Because your name is printed on it?“

”Mainly.“

You grin and sit down at the table.

”I thought we could go to the little fall market in the city? I think there’s a lot of cute stuff. Oh, and they sell my favorite jewelry.“ you mutter between two bites of a pancake.

Through your excitement you don’t see him tensing, don’t see the fear creeping back in that someone there will harm you. The cold hand of loss and grief that just eased clamping around his throat again with full force, cutting his air supply and making it hard to swallow the piece of fruit.

When you look at him again he got himself back under control.

”Fall market? Sounds a bit cheesy and like a village thing.“

”That’s the charm, silly!“ you laugh ”Oh, please, Si? Pretty please?“ you give him your best puppy dog eyes and say his name so sweetly that he can’t deny you your wish.

He‘ll find a solution to keeping you safe.

The rest of the breakfast you keep talking about Halloween, costumes, fall markets all while he tries to look like he’s listening even though he’s making a mental check list of things that will keep you safe.

”These blueberries are so juicy. You want one?“ you say with a full mouth.

”Nah, baby. Don’t like blueberries. They’re all yours.“ he chuckles.

You grin and throw the berry up and catch it with your mouth. He mock applauds and you do a silly little bow.

”Oh! Si look!“ you point to a little stand with different cookie cutters, all in fall themes.

”Aww! They’re adorable.“ you hold up a baby owl cookie cutter.

His eyes dart around, searching and observing everything and everyone around, only looking at the piece of metal for a second, nodding and taking out his wallet.

After buying almost all of the little cutters you hook onto his arm and squeeze his biceps ”Come on, baby. At least pretend you’re having fun.“ you chuckle.

He just grunts and pulls you closer, unhooking your arm from his so he can wrap it around your waist.

He’s still tense, muscles tight and ready to kill everyone who gets to close. The gun in his waistband, the spring knife in his pocket and the longer one in his boots press against his body as some semblance of power.

After almost 1 hour and about a billion

”Aww!“s and ”Ohh!“s your hands are occupied with bags as much as his are. He’s still watching and scanning the surroundings but you started noticing. Obviously. It’s very hard to not notice it.

Both of you stand at a little booth ordering a hot chocolate and a tea when you casually let your hand slide over his back.

It looks like a cute romantic gesture for everyone around but both of you know that you’re searching for something.

You find the certain something after a few seconds.

Your fingers closing around the gun over his hoodie, eyebrows shooting up.

He stays quiet.

Your hand wanders and stops again when it’s in his pocket. The cool metal of the knife making your brows almost hit your hairline.

He doesn’t say anything again.

”Why are you armed?“ you whisper so no one around hears.

”I always am.“ he answers gruffly.

You don’t believe him. Not one bit. He knows.

The tension that you felt when you stepped out of the car earlier rises even more and you have to close your eyes to sort through your mind for a moment.

Everything feels off, your body tingles so oddly, your ears feel like they’re stuffed with cotton and a weird pain spreads from your lower back.

”…okay?“ he grabs your chin, the first half of his sentence not reaching your mind.

”Huh..?“

”Are you okay, baby?“ he asks, and now you hear the slight tinge of panic in his voice.

The odd feeling fades as quickly as it begun. With new found energy you start walking to the parking lot, he follows you

”Stop.“

You ignore him. Once you reach the car you put your stuff inside and get into the drivers seat.

A second later he sits in the passenger seat and looks confused.

”Are you okay?“ he asks again.

”What are you not telling me?“ you still ignore his question.

”What do you mean?“

”You’ve been weird since you got back. First your crash out, then the frenzy you seem to be in all the time, the weapons and the panic in your voice.“

Now he stays quiet.

”Simon. What happened on that op?“

He’s still quiet.

”You drive me insane.“ with that you start the car and start driving home.

Once on the highway the dull ache in your back flares up again, you turn on the seat heating and leave it be but it spreads.

Your thighs tingle, it feels like ants on your skin.

Then it’s in your arms. You still shrug it off as stress and annoyance.

Once you come to realize that it’s not it’s too late.

Your body tenses and then jerks violently. The car swerves, Simon yells something, tries to grab the steering wheel but he can’t hold it.

Blood runs from your nose and ears, someone screams your name. Simon?

No. Someone else. But you don’t know who. Your eyes are still open and you see how the car crashes into a truck, swerves and flips.

The blood runs into your eyes now but you can’t move, can’t cry, can’t scream.

Simon.

Simon. Is he okay?

You can’t turn your head, can’t hear anything.

It could’ve been seconds but it also could’ve been years until you see him come into your line of vision.

Cuts marring his skin, glass stuck in his skin, slicing the fat, muscle and tendons in some areas.

But he’s alive.

His lips move. He’s shouting something but your head feels so heavy and cottony that you don’t understand a word.

He touches your face, wipes the blood from your eyes and steadies you so you don’t slip from the seat and slam head first onto the ground.

You don’t know how he freed himself but you also can’t ask him.

The air gets thicker and it takes so much energy to get it in and out of your lungs. Like a pump that is supposed to suck cement through a too small pipe with too little energy.

Blue and red lights flicker around you but your eyes are still fixed on Simon.

Simon who seems to yell at you to stay awake but you can only guess.

Simon who is…crying?

No. Your mind is playing tricks on you.

Your eyes close but you’re still breathing.

You feel your muscles twitching a few more times, feel the metal of the car vibrate and feel that you’re getting lifted out of the car and onto something soft.

Someone pulls your lids up and shines a light into them but you don’t know who and also don’t know why.

You see that you’re hooked onto machines and see Simon almost starting a fight with four cops.

All of it doesn’t seem to happen to you though. You’re floating and don’t feel anything.

Around you everything gets dark. Soft and velvety darkness that drags you away from the crash, from your body and even from your mind.

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Synopsis: Reader is the daughter of a mafia boss and supposed to marry the son of an ally. The day of the wedding it turns out he hit her and readers father decides reader will marry his right hand.

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Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

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There’s smut in this chapter 😝 This time it’s rather important for the plot (and I wanted to write smut)

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The next morning you wake up with Snowflake curled up next to your head, purring happily.

With a yawn you turn around.

Nothing.

Simon is not there.

Disappointment spreads through your body. With a sigh you turn back to Snowflake.

She’s huge by now and almost fully covers your pillow but you let her.

Another sigh, you grab your phone and the disappointment eases slightly.

'Good morning, baby. Had to leave early to finish some stuff. Will be back later. Love you.‘

With a less heavy heart you get up to shower.

It’s a slow morning.

Porridge with cinnamon, apple sauce and gingerbread crumbs. A good series and Snowflake sitting on the counter.

The forest slowly turning orange, the lake getting darker somehow and the fog that covers everything and only lifts very slowly.

All of that leads to you in the kitchen, apron tied around your waist and flour…everywhere.

Even on Snowflake.

You cook apples and the whole house soon smells like caramelized apples, cinnamon and vanilla.

When Simon returns he freezes while he looks at the mess and you swaying to the music while talking to the cat.

He can’t help the smile that spreads over his face under the mask.

The mask.

Before you notice him he disappears in his office. The blood splattered mask, the fully drenched gloves and gear get thrown into a corner before he comes back into the kitchen where he wraps his arms around you from the back.

One over your chest, hand on your other shoulder and the second arm around your middle, caressing you through the apron and shirt.

”What‘re you doin‘? Besides turning our kitchen into a flour explosion.“ he kisses below your ear.

”Hey! I‘ve got everything under control.“ you giggle and lean into him ”And I made apple crumble.“

”Mhmm.“ he murmurs and keeps kissing your neck ”Sounds and smells delicious.“

You turn around in his arms and kiss him.

”I thought we could celebrate Halloween? With friends and little bat wings for Snowflake.“ you grin.

”A party…?“ he doesn’t look convinced at all.

”Yes! Some of my friends, even though I don’t have a lot, some of your…“ you stop for a second ”I thought…your old squat…“ you mumble a bit embarrassed now.

His face doesn’t move, no emotion just blank stare until he nods slowly "If that’s what you want…I‘ll ask 'em.“

You see that he isn’t sure but you know that if he really doesn’t want to he wouldn’t so you leave it be and kiss him again ”Thank you!“

He holds you close, loosing himself in you until the oven beeps and you scramble to get your crumble out of it.

It tastes heavenly. Warm, rich and just…perfect.

He let’s you talk, listens to every idea for the party, your costumes (Beauty and the beast and Snowflake as a duster or Rapunzel and Flynn and Snowflake as Pascal), food, drinks, decorations and on and on.

The rest of the day is spend together, cleaning the kitchen, working out together and going for a walk through the forest.

Back at home you take a bath, shaving, washing your hair and then putting on pretty lingerie.

Before you can decide against your plan you knock on his office door and enter.

He sits behind his desk and talks to someone ln the phone

”yes, the missus wants a party.“

He looks up and you practically see his pupils dilate.

”Okay. I‘ll tell her you’re coming.“ with that he hangs up and gets up.

You don’t see him swiping a folder back into the drawer, don’t see the bloody footprints that lead to his bloody gear and he makes sure you don’t.

Before you can see anything he scoops you up, carries you to bed and immediately starts devouring you.

Head between your legs while you arch and cry his name, fingers in his hair and tugging on it while you’re totally blissed out already.

Once he actually starts fucking you, your brain leaks out of your ears and you don’t notice how desperate he clings to you, how much he kisses you and also don’t realize how he searches your arms and neck for any kind of bruise or marking that could have been caused by injections.

You also don’t know that the security has been trippelt, dogs search the grounds and snipers are positioned all around.

You know none of that and he intends to keep it that way.

Intends to keep fucking you so deep and good that you can’t see the telltale signs of a PTSD episode and the pure terror in his face when he recalls the last words of the man he slaughtered not even six hours ago.

”She’s dead in 48 hours. Poison is a cruel thing.“

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[girlypopsimon]

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Synopsis: Reader is the daughter of a mafia boss and supposed to marry the son of an ally. The day of the wedding it turns out he hit her and readers father decides reader will marry his right hand.

‎܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

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Wanted to write more angst but I‘m unable to make them suffer 🥲

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You feel pathetic.

Even worse when you feel tears prick in your eyes again. Gosh, when did you become such a crybaby?

The cold expression in his eyes makes you cry even more.

Did he really fake everything? And if yes, why?

You sink down near the door in the entrance hall and tuck your face between your knees.

It feels like the floor has been ripped out beneath your feet and you’re falling into a bottomless pit.

Your stomach even does the weird thing that makes you gag.

What the hell did you do?

That’s when you realize that you didn’t do anything. Nothing at all.

When he left he was fine, told you he loves you and kissed you goodbye. And coming back…well none of that.

That thought gets you to stop crying and try to calm down.

After a few more minutes of sitting in the hallway and staring at the ceiling you decide to try and talk to him.

You stand in front of his bedroom and knock tentatively.

No answer.

”Si…mon?“ you decide against the nickname.

No answer.

You push down the handle.

Locked.

And still no answer.

”Simon? Please…just tell me what happened.“

The door opens and almost slams into the wall.

”Can’t you read the fuckin‘ room?!“ he almost yells into your face and you take a step back in fear.

”I…I just…“

”I. Don’t. Care.“ he’s still angry but you see a hint of remorse in his eyes since you backed away.

Tears well in your eyes again. You don’t bother hiding them and just look at him for a few moments before nodding and walking away.

From the corner of your eye you see his hand reaching out to pull you back but he pulls back before touching you.

That night you cry. Again.

He lays in his bed, covered in cold sweat from the last nightmare while listening to your muffled sobs.

Minutes before he was still sleeping. Thrashing around and fighting against an invisible enemy.

”Leave her!“

”What? THE Ghost cares for someone?“ the voice is mocking.

”Don’t hurt her…please.“ he sounds defeated. For the first time ever.

”Not just a dog that kills for its owner?“

The next thing he sees is you falling to the ground. Blood seeping out of… from everywhere.

It doesn’t matter where he presses on, it seems like you’re bleeding out of every single pore.

The blanket wound around his body restricts his movement and breathing and when he wakes the panic still makes his head throb and makes bile rise in his throat.

That was almost ten minutes ago.

Listening to your sobs because of him is almost as bad though.

How did they ever find out about her?

Sure it wasn’t a secret but how can they know what he feels?

Everything just hit dead center.

Not just the faceless men from his dreams. No their real life inspiration knew it.

”A dog, a monster, killing for its owner, trying to be so good they get thrown a bone.“

The words echoed through his head. At first he tried denying it. Tried to tell himself that it’s not true, that he does what he wants.

But the longer he thought about it the clearer the truth became.

He killed for people ranking higher, having more power or more money.

Killed for various people that he saw as unfailing. People that did reward him for a job well done.

It may have been a house from your father but it was a pat on the shoulder from Price.

That realization threw him off balance, his self image crumbling under him and the realization that he really is a monster crushing him for the first time.

Many called him a monster before but he always brushed it off. Saying that the people eliminated deserved it but thinking back he just got where and when, occasionally a how but never a real why.

He continues laying there. The self hatred a different kind now. Not the one he knew already. Now the hundreds of people that he killed, lay heavily on his mind now, even if some of them really did deserve it.

”A dog, a monster, killing for its owner, trying to be so good they get thrown a bone.“

The words continue echoing through his mind.

Didn’t your father give him you because he is so loyal and because your father needed someone to protect you?

A bone. Thrown for a job well done.

Even if it’s true that doesn’t change the fact that you’re his.

He jumps up and walks down the hallway, when he opens your door the room is empty.

He hears a few piano tunes and then a thud.

He starts running, gun drawn while he sprints towards the thud.

No. No. No.

They can’t be here. Can’t actually take you.

He comes to an immediate halt when he sees the scene in front of him.

You’re standing in front of the piano, hand somewhere in it and look horrible.

Face red and puffy from crying, and still more tears run down your face but now you also look annoyed.

With a little jump you turn to him with his gun drawn and ready to fight.

”Sorry…Didn’t mean to wake you.“ you start apologizing but he’s not really listening and just puts the gun away and cups your face.

You look up at him.

”You have no reason to apologize.“ he caresses your cheek with his thumb.

When you open your mouth he stops you

”The mission went to shit. I was trapped. The asshole started talkin‘ 'bout you and that they would take you. I thought if you hate me their plan would go to shit. But forgot that I love you.“

You want to reply but another thud makes you groan and you put your hand back into the piano.

He’s confused while you fish around in the opening and curse. Or at least he is until you pull Snowflake out of it.

”She fell into it and then stayed there.“ you sniffle and look back up at him, now with Snowflake in your arms.

He cups your face again ”I’m sorry, love. Please forgive me. I‘ll even beg on my knees.“ he adds it to lighten the mood slightly.

You however look at him with an expression that just says 'go on‘.

With a sigh he kneels down and looks up at you “Forgive me.“

You melt.

Instantly.

With a new sob you set Snowflake down and hug him on the floor.

”I…I thought you hate me!“ you wail and sob in his arms. He pets your head and kisses your head while gently rocking you.

”'m sorry, baby.“

You continue sobbing for almost 10 minutes until he stands, scoops you up bridal style, murmurs into your ear ”Take Snowflake.“ and after you set her on your chest he carries you both up and then straight into bed.

You curl into Simon and get knocked out almost instantly but you still hear him muttering ”Shoot me if I ever talk to you like that again.“ and then softer "I love you.“

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[girlypopsimon]

Sorry for taking so long 🥲. It’s exam season and I literally write one every other day 🤗🔫

[girlypopsimon]

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Synopsis: Reader is the daughter of a mafia boss and supposed to marry the son of an ally. The day of the wedding it turns out he hit her and readers father decides reader will marry his right hand.

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Masterlist

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

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After your first time together you get into the shower. He already turns the water on and nudges you under the shower head.

With a sigh you tilt your head back and let the water run over your hot and sweaty face.

He chuckles and rubs small circles on your hip with his thumb.

After a few moments he turns the water off and starts washing your hair gently, making sure to really clean your scalp.

You’re grinning like an idiot and feel all giddy on the inside. The fight from not even an hour ago forgotten.

For now.

He finishes washing your hair for you and then washes up himself quickly while you admire him.

He’s perfect. Every scar, every little thing that makes him unique and everything he hates about himself.

He of course notices you looking at him and tries to redirect the focus and kisses you once again.

Once both of you are done you get out and dried off.

He braids your hair like he did that first night after the intruders brain matter stuck to your hair.

”You‘ll sleep here, right?“ you murmur and look up at him.

”We already talked about that…“ he pushes a strand he accidentally didn’t include in the braid, behind your ear.

”Yeah we did. I told you I trust you, I told you I love you and want to sleep in the same bed as you and you had no arguments.“ you raise your brows and trace his bottom lip.

”Love…“ he starts again but you promptly stop him ”No. You can’t do that. Can’t tell me you don’t sleep in the same bed as me, fuck me silly and then go back to that bull shit. That won’t slide."

His mouth opens and closes like he wants to say something but the words don’t come.

”Great!“ you exclaim, happy with yourself before getting out of the bathroom and straight into bed again.

It’s only around 6am and you decide that you need another two to three hours of sleep.

After a few moments he comes out of the bathroom and lays down too.

”If I‘m having nightmares don’t touch me. Get up and try to wake me, okay? But don’t come so close that I could reach you somehow. Promise me.“

You turn to him and nod ”Promise.“ you mumble.

He pulls you close and kisses your jaw softly ”I couldn’t forgive myself if I ever hurt you.“

”You won’t.“ you mumble and already start drifting off.

Two hours later you wake up, head laying in his lap while he is talking on the phone lowly to not wake you. His hand pets your head absentmindedly while he’s listening to the person on the other end of the line.

Besides the weight of his hand on your head you also feel Snowflake curled up on your back, seemingly asleep too.

”…send me the info and I’ll get it over with.“ he says quietly and you know it’s another 'job‘.

He listens again before answering ”Okay…I can be there in two hours. Gate 12.“

At the word gate your head snaps up and you look at him.

He presses a finger to your lips and pushes your head gently back down.

Once the call ends you lift your head again

”Where do you have to go? And why? Was that my father?“

He rubs over his face and nods ”Something in Spain. Just a little problem, nothing you have to worry about.“ he presses a kiss to your forehead but of course you worry.

”How long will you be gone?“

”Only a few days. Under a week.“

You nod, but your mind races.

He caresses your cheek gently before getting up ”Gotta pack my bag, love.“ he kisses you and then Snowflake who immediately starts purring.

You sit up and rearrange Snowflake on your stomach and scratch behind her ears.

You watch him pack his stuff, his clothes that hang in your closet now and his toiletries as well.

When he vanishes in the hallway and drops something outside in the hallway you know it’s the rifle and his gear. He knows you react quite badly to both even though you grew up in the mafia and should be used to weapons.

When he comes back in he’s already in black tactical pants, a tight shirt with a vest over it that has about a gazillion pockets. You get up and wrap your arms around him ”Be careful, yeah?“

He hums and squeezes your hips before kissing your lips gently.

With that he let’s go and turns around to leave.

Once he reaches the door he looks over his shoulder ”Love you, sweetheart.“

You smile, it’s the first time he’s said it first and the first time you’re supposed to hear it.

”I love you too.“

Then he’s gone.

The house his oddly quiet without him even though he barely made a sound even when there.

The next few days you mostly read, cook and play with Snowflake who also seems to miss him already.

She sleeps on his pillow at night and watches the entrance every time a sound comes in from the outside.

By now she’s already pretty big and almost 15lbs and extremely floofed up so it looks like a little rug every time she sleeps in front of the door.

By the fifth day you also start looking through the window every now and then but he doesn’t come back.

You haven’t heard anything from him since he left and slowly you start worrying.

It isn’t until the ninth day that you hear the car door slamming in the middle of the night.

You bolt out of bed and rush to the front door to greet him.

Once you open the door you grin and wrap your arms around him.

To your surprise and dismay he doesn’t hug you back, even worse he pushes you off of him.

That’s when you notice the mask still on his face, the torn fabric at his sleeve and the bloody knuckles.

”Si…What-” he stops you harshly ”Not now.“ He walks into the house, leaving you standing at the door dumbfounded and hurt.

”I missed you…“ you whisper into the night air while hearing his bedroom door slam closed.

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[girlypopsimon]

‎܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹

Synopsis: Reader is the daughter of a mafia boss and supposed to marry the son of an ally. The day of the wedding it turns out he hit her and readers father decides reader will marry his right hand.

܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹

Masterlist

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

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This has no plot and is just smut, so if you’re not in the mood for smut or don’t read any in general you don’t miss anything from the storyline 😚

(This is my first time writing smut but I think it’s alright.)

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”Love you so much, Si.“ you murmur against his lips again.

Your legs are still wrapped around his waist and he’s still pressing you against the door but you don’t even realize anymore.

Every coherent thought is bleeding from your head till he’s the only thing left.

You feel his hips move against yours and a small whimper escapes your lips.

He pulls back for a moment, his lips swollen and pupils blown wide ”Do that again.“ he says, voice husky with need.

You moan again when he presses his hips firmer against yours.

”Fuck, Si.“ you moan and kiss his neck.

”Tell me you want this, baby. Need to hear it.“ he rasps and stops grinding against you for a moment but only until you nod and let your head fall on his shoulder ”I want it, Si. Please.“ your voice cracks.

His composure, or what was left of it cracks too.

He hoists you further up and places one hand under your thighs and the other on your lower back.

You continue kissing his neck and jaw until your back hits the mattress.

He hovers over you and watches you for a moment.

Your ears turn red and you squirm

”Don’t look at me like that.“ you chuckle and wrap your arms around his neck so he’s pressed against you.

”I love you.“ you murmur against his lips again.

”Say it one more time.“ he rumbles, pupils getting even bigger.

”I love you.“

He hums softly and pecks your lips again.

His hand wanders down your body, caressing and kneading every inch of skin he can reach without putting space between you.

When his hand finally finds your drenched core your toes curl and you let out a mix of a whimper and a laugh ”S-shit…“ you gasp and grind against his hand.

He works you open for a few minutes all while kissing you, and caressing you with his other hand.

After a few minutes he gets up and takes off the sweats. He’s big. A lot bigger than anything you ever took.

”What the hell.“ you half laugh and half already mourn your cunt.

”We don’t have to do anything, love.“

”Are you insane? Get back here.“ you grab him by the wrists and pull him back over you while giggling.

He shakes his head but you see that he’s grinning too.

When he lines up you hold onto his arms that are planted over your shoulder.

He pushes in and your eyes almost cross.

You‘ve never been so full in your life but at the same time you need more.

A whimper leaves you and he immediately stops to make sure you’re okay.

”'m good…“ your breathing is heavy and your eyes actually cross when he bottoms out.

Pelvis pressed flush against yours.

Tears roll down your cheeks from how good you‘re feeling.

”Move, Si…please.“ you whine and he gives a slow thrust, watching your face closely to make sure you’re still feeling good.

When he’s sure you’re good he moves faster, but only slightly.

Your fingers drag down his back while he thrusts into you, cunt clenching around him so tightly that he’s groaning and dropping his head into the crook of your neck.

It really doesn’t take long till you cum. Your back arching, head thrown back while a cry if his name leaves your throat.

Your pussy fluttering around him, milking him for all he’s worth.

With a groan he bottoms out again and cums. You feel his cock spasm inside of your still fluttering walls.

Your legs fall open and all tension leaves your body.

He collapses on top of you and goes back to kissing your neck, shoulders and jaw ”Did so good, baby. Looked so gorgeous.“ he hums into the sensitive skin on your neck.

You’re still completely blissed out and at first don’t realize that he got up and carries you to the shower.

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[girlypopsimon]

Just a lil‘ drabble. It’s not a full part. But plays at some point after part 8 😚

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You came in from grocery shopping and see that Simons home too already.

He sits on the couch with Snowflake curled in his lap.

She’s gotten quite big already, not full size obviously (she’s just a baby after all), but still.

Simon pets her, focused completely on the little discussion he’s having with her.

”Meow.“

”Meow meow.“

You snort and he looks up ”What? She started and I think she likes when I answer.“

You laugh even more ”I’m sure she does.“

You put the groceries away and then flop down next to him.

”Hi, by the way.“ you smile and lean in for a kiss.

”Hi, my love. Did you get everything you needed?“ he kisses you back.

”Mhmm, yeah.“ you hum and kiss him again.

Snowflake now rubs her head against your hand and you giggle ”You’re just the sweetest little girl ever.“ with one swoop you take her into your lap and pet her as well.

When you look up again you see that he’s looking at you with a hint if a smile.

”What is it?“ you chuckle

”Nothing. Just admiring my pretty girls.“

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[girlypopsimon]

‎܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹

Synopsis: Reader is the daughter of a mafia boss and supposed to marry the son of an ally. The day of the wedding it turns out he hit her and readers father decides reader will marry his right hand.

‎܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹

Masterlist

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

I think I‘ll stop tagging every previous part now 😭

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A few days have passed since the night he finally kissed you and you haven’t felt this good in months.

You think it may be just a coincidence but you don’t have any pimples or blemishes anymore, no migraines, no bloating and even though you wouldn’t swear it but you think your hair looks shinier.

He seems to be feeling the same. He’s working slightly less, talks more, is constantly petting and coddling Snowflake and holds you till you fall asleep every single night.

Snowflake already grew a bit in size but also in floof. Her tail getting bigger and fluffier every day and her ears also starting to be hid in tons of fur.

Everything was perfect. Or at least almost everything.

Simon didn’t seem to sleep.

He never fell asleep before you did, always wakes up before you even stirred the first time and is either not in bed or wide awake when you wake up in the night to pee or just because.

After the last time you snooped around in his stuff you swore to yourself (and Snowflake) that you wouldn’t ask him about it.

But. There’s always a but with things like this and after another night of him just not being in bed at around 2am you decide that an oath to yourself and the cat isn’t that sacred. Which is why you sneak through the house a few minutes later.

He isn’t in the kitchen, his office, the living room or any other room at that.

You already wanna give up when you realize you skipped the most obvious thing. His bedroom.

You open the door without a sound and peek inside.

There he lays. Blanket thrown off the bed, breathing steadily, eyes closed and face relaxed.

You furrow your brows. Why is he getting up after you fall asleep to go to another bed to sleep? You couldn’t possibly snore that loudly.

You sigh and go back to your room and your bed.

You try to fall asleep again but fail miserably. Around 5 am you hear the door opening and the next moment the bed behind you dips. He shifts a little, pulls you close and kisses you hair.

You consider pretending that you are still asleep but you need to know what‘s wrong.

You shift and he stills before mumbling

”Keep sleeping, lovie.“ but you still turn around so you’re laying face to face.

You trace his jaw bone ”Why don’t you sleep here?“ you whisper.

His facade cracks a little and for a split second you see something that you can’t describe as anything but fear, but it’s gone the second you notice.

You wait for almost a minute before speaking again ”Do I kick you while sleeping?“ you try to make it sound like a joke to ease the sudden tension but you just sound desperate.

”No. You don’t.“

”Talk to me please.“ you peck his nose, still trying to close the gap between you.

”I’m a very light sleeper and can’t sleep well next to others.“

You would have believed that if you hadn’t known that he was in the military. You don’t know much about it but you do know that most soldiers can sleep everywhere and any time.

”If you don’t want to tell me don’t but don’t lie.“

He sighs and pulls you closer, pressing you close before he starts talking again ”I don’t want to hurt or scare you.“

”With…sleeping?“ you’re still skeptical.

He sighs again ”I have nightmares and move a lot.“

”I’m a heavy sleeper.“ your voice is muffled against his chest but he doesn’t let you pull back and you don’t try.

”That’s…not the point.“

He lets go of you and sits up, his back turned to you ”I‘ll go to the gym.“

You sit up too and trace the scars on his back.

”You think you would actually hurt me?“ you whisper.

”Never on purpose.“

”I know that…“

”I just want to protect you. I don’t know if I could recognize you in an episode.“

You hum, still tracing shapes on his back.

”But you do know that you can’t keep doing this? You ask suddenly.

”Didn’t you listen to me?“ he turns around now, the irritation and confusion etched into his face ”What happens when I think you’re a threat? What then? You gonna fight me off?“ he scoffs. Both of you know that you couldn’t even hold him off if you had a knife.

”It’s about trust.“ you say, trying to stay calm.

”You can’t just say you trust me.“ he sounds almost desperate now.

”Why? I do trust you and want to sleep in the same bed as you.“

He literally has to close his eyes for a moment ”You…because…why would you trust me?!“ it finally bursts out of his mouth. The words you knew were coming sooner than later.

”Because I love you.“ you say softly.

His features slip and all tension eases.

”You can’t say that either.“ he almost whispers.

”But I love you, Simon.“ he looks horrified.

”No…“ he gets up and walks to the door.

”Don’t you dare!“ you jump out of bed and rush after him. You lean against the door so he can’t leave.

”You don’t get to walk out now. I love you.“ you say firmly, knowing that he’s terrified.

He drags a hand over his face and looks at you.

”Loving me will cost you. It always does. Everyone pays sooner or later. And I can’t let that happen to you.“ his voice sounds tired.

You put your hand over his heart ”I already love you. Even if I hadn’t said it.“ your other hand pulls his head down and you press your lips against his. He doesn’t kiss you back for a moment but then you hear him mumble ”Fuck me.“ and then your legs are around his waist and he presses you against the door while practically devouring you.

His tongue slips into your mouth and when he pulls back for a second you hear it

”Love you too.“

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[girlypopsimon]

‎܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹

Synopsis: Reader is the daughter of a mafia boss and supposed to marry the son of an ally. The day of the wedding it turns out he hit her and readers father decides reader will marry his right hand.

‎܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹

English isn’t my first language so please forgive any spelling or grammar mistakes 😚

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

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”What is that?“ he eyes the kitten wearily before looking at your smiling face.

”That is Snowflake. Well Snowflake the second.“ you smile but when you see his cold and hard stare you start doubting your idea.

”I…I thought…the photo of your brother…“

”Maybe stop thinking about shit you saw while invading my privacy.“ he pushes past you without another word and vanishes in the house behind you.

Shit.

Snowflake meows and curls further into your chest ”I’m so fucking stupid.“ you mumble to the cat and have to wipe a stray tear from your cheek.

You walk into your room and sit in bed with the kitten. She immediately curls up in your lap and starts purring again.

You contemplate going to him to apologize but deep down you know he doesn’t want your company right now.

Against better knowledge that thought stings. You weren’t exactly close but you thought that there was something between you which you seem to have broken down or at least damaged.

After a few minutes Snowflake gets up and walks out of the room. She‘s only been here for a few hours and already moves so confidently.

”Did I offend you too?“ you grumble into your pillow and that thought makes you start sobbing.

After a few minutes of crying you fall asleep.

Your sleep is interrupted by nightmares.

Simon hating you, turning into your father, always criticizing and cold.

You’re alone. Just like you would’ve been with Alec. Sitting in a pretty cage but feeling like you’re in the darkest pit of hell.

You dream of dead family members, dead cats and-

A creak.

A creak somewhere makes you jolt out of the bed. Your sleep only light and easy to disturb now, when Simon isn’t laying next to you.

The panic comes back, the fear of someone else intruding again.

Quickly you get up and tiptoe into the hallway and make your way to Simons room. The fact that he’s angry with you forgotten.

You open the door. To your surprise he’s awake and sitting in his bed. In the same sweats he always wears to bed, no shirt and no mask.

To your even bigger surprise Snowflake is curled up in his lap, purring contentedly while Simon pets her.

”Sorry…I thought there was someone in the house…“ you whisper embarrassed and already back out of his room when he looks up ”Thank you.“

”What? For what?“

you’re confused and almost think he’s gonna turn that thank you into a sarcastic hateful monologue but instead you see him watch the kitten again, with the softest expression you’ve seen on his face till now.

Strengthened by that you take a few steps closer and sit near his feet, waiting for him to continue talking.

”It’s not like I really liked Snowflake the first but it’s the only thing that I can actually get back. Or something or better someone that’s very close to what I lost all these years ago.“

”I really didn’t mean to just throw that at you…“ you mumble still apologetically but he doesn’t seem to be listening to you anyway.

”Jacob loved that thing. Carried it around until it got too big.“ he chuckles at the memory.

Then he finally looks up again and with one finger he gestures for you to lay next to him.

You don’t need to be asked twice, the pressure evaporating from your body while you sink into his mattress.

”Can I ask you something about the fifth death certificate there was?“ you whisper carefully to not agitate him again ”You don’t need to answer if you don’t want to.“

”I know that.“ he states bluntly but then takes a deep breath and starts talking anyways ”It’s my father’s. He was a horrible man. Deserved to die. He was the only one of them that deserved it.“

You hum and watch him out of the corner of your eyes.

”Punched my mum. Punched Tommy and punched me. He was a monster. Sometimes brought home dangerous animals and let them loose or put them on us…“ his voice gets quieter with every word.

Bile rises in your throat when you imagine the little boys from the picture being abused by their father.

”I…I‘m sorry…I shouldn’t even have seen any of that. Much less question you about it.“ tears brim in your eyes while you talk.

”Don’t cry, baby.“ he gently wipes your eye with his thumb.

'Baby‘ there was it again. More than the usual nickname 'love‘ and so much more intimate than 'love'.

His hand lingers on your cheek and he looks into your eyes.

You sit up a little like you’re being pulled in by him.

His breath fans over your face, warm and still smelling like tea.

”That’s better.“ he says, voice a low rumble

”You like that nickname more than 'love‘?“ without thinking you nod and finally, finally after weeks of tension, hints and confusion his lips press against yours.

His hand slides to your nape while the other pulls you closer by the waist.

Your eyes are closed, one hand finding his chest while you support yourself with the other one.

He tenses for a moment under your touch but then he relaxes again and pulls you even closer.

”My pretty wife, buying me a cat and then looking so goddamn good when I‘m trying to be mad.“ he mumbles between kisses.

His hand slides under your shirt and up your back.

You can’t focus. Everything clouded and felling too fuzzy to even attempt it either.

It takes you a few minutes to get yourself together again.

Both of you look a bit sheepish as if you weren’t both adults and literally married.

Snowflake sits by the window now which gives you the opportunity to switch positions you sit up fully and trace the scars on his chest, something you already did the first night, just then it was the one that cuts through his brow.

He lets you trace them and just watches your face in something akin to awe.

”Tell me something about you, baby.“ he says after a few moments. Your hand stills on his abdomen.

”You know pretty much everything.“ you chuckle ”Your little file about me contains pretty much everything there is to know.“

”We both know that’s a lie. Tell me something that isn’t just a basic fact.“ he takes your hand and kisses it’s palm.

”Uhm…“ you giggle ”I really enjoy reading.“ you offer.

”That’s a basic fact too, baby.“ he murmurs ”What do you want to do at least once?“

”I want to see Whatipu beach in New Zealand.“

He looks surprised ”That’s oddly specific.“

”It was my mums favorite place…they got engaged there and she always told me she‘ll take me…but before she could she got sick…“

”Shit. Sorry, baby.“ with ease he wraps his arms around you so you’re laying on top of him, head on his chest.

For the first time in probably years you feel fully at ease and comfortable.

His arms around you keep you warm and when he presses a soft kiss to your temple you sigh and fall asleep.

‎܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹

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[girlypopsimon]

‎܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹

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Synopsis: Reader is the daughter of a mafia boss and supposed to marry the son of an ally. The day of the wedding it turns out he hit her and readers father decides reader will marry his right hand.

‎܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹

Disclaimer: The dates of the story obviously don’t match the original story and there are a few details added or left out to make it fit but I tried to keep the main points true to his character.

By the way reader is around 23 and he’s about 28 (hence the changes in dates).

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

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After that night you keep asking him to sleep in your bed. Well, and he doesn’t once decline. You still don’t talk much but the silence isn’t awkward.

You get used to him. His presence. His face.

It’s strange. After knowing him for four years with the mask, gloves and gear it’s a hard shift. Before that you never actually thought about his life, just assumed he lived with the mask on and spend every waking moment hunting down people.

To some degree that assumption is correct though, he does spend a lot of his time working, he seems to be glued to the table that’s in his office on the ground floor of the mansion. Always reading through papers and making calls. Occasionally he leaves early in the evening and returns a few hours later. The rifle always with him.

It still gives you a weird feeling but you don’t say anything, also not knowing what you even want to say.

It’s another one of those evenings.

He’s been gone for three hours now and for some reason the weird feeling trippelt and presses on your stomach uncomfortably.

You sit at the piano again when he returns home around 1am.

He doesn’t take off the mask or the gloves and just stands in the living room, the long case still in his hand.

You furrow your brows and stop playing

”Hey.“ your eyes search his posture for any hint on why he’s just standing there, that’s when your eyes land on the footprints that he left.

Blood.

You don’t know why you’re shocked again. You always knew he was a hitman among other things, you saw him kill and still it’s like a punch to the gut to see his gloves and boots covered in blood.

He takes a step closer ”I thought you were asleep.“

”No. I had a weird feeling.“ You know that that sounds weird too but in that moment you suddenly realize that you missed him in your bed and that that’s the weird feeling, but you couldn’t say that right now .

”A weird feeling?“

”Yes.“

”What was it like?“

Your fingers still hover over the piano tiles, fear creeps up your neck but you don’t know why. You’re not scared of him but everything else. The blood, the fear of someone intruding again, the fear of the last time still sitting in your bones and also the realization that your father probably ordered the massacre he just came back from.

”Probably just a regular stomach ache.“ you lie.

His eye twitches behind the mask. He knows you’re lying but he doesn’t call you out on it.

”I‘ll go to bed. Goodnight.“ you mumble. On your way out you look at him for a second, something you shouldn’t have done.

He looks like a kicked puppy which somehow makes you feel like you’re in the wrong. He doesn’t follow you though. Some part of you wishes that he would have.

You don’t sleep much that night.

Your thoughts circling around him. What did he do before working for your father? Where did he get all of these scars from? Why the mask? Why is his bedroom empty?

Early in the morning you can’t take it any more and tiptoe into his office.

The room is just as dark as the rest of the mansion but the smell of whiskey, gunpowder and blood thickens with every step you take through the room.

His bloodied gloves and boots carelessly kicked into a corner, the mask laying on the table.

You round the desk and open the top drawer. It’s filled with papers and a few other things like markers and pens.

The second drawer is locked.

The third is locked.

The fourth is locked.

The fifth opens again.

In it lays a black folder with your name on it. With a glance to the door you check that he isn’t there and open the file.

It’s filled with documents about you. A few pictures that you postet or that were taken at clan meetings, a list of allergies, hobbies, favorite books and a whole section about your friends.

It’s not that weird for him to have such a file, before the whole marriage thing happened his job was to keep you safe. So you just put the file back and start looking through the rest of the office in search for a key for the other drawers.

You don’t find one.

You contemplate going to bed again but curiosity wins over and after a quick tour to your bathroom you return with a hair pin.

You actually manage to pick the lock.

The second drawer has some more files about potential targets.

The third drawer contains a gun, his wedding band, a photo of the two of you at the altar and a photo of you alone. You knew he did feel something for you but not how deep these feelings apparently go.

Your heart aches for some reason and your gaze lingers on the drawer but then you decide that you won’t stop now and open the fourth drawer.

There’s another file in there, but this time the words 'Lieutenant Simon „Ghost“ Riley SAS' are written on it.

”Lieutenant?“ you whisper into the empty room and open it.

It was clear that he at least had had a military career but this is something different.

Special forces in the army and basic training are definitely not comparable.

Inside the file you find photos of him as a young man, barely any scars, no mask but nose already crooked.

The more you read the more you feel the pit in your stomach open up.

From torture, brainwashing, killing and betrayal to the medical diagnosis of c-ptsd and then to the honorable discharge.

Behind that though there are more pages. Photos of a man, a woman and a little boy. The boy holding a little black main coon kitten. The back reading ”Tommy, Beth, Jacob, Snowflake 2017“, another photo of a woman and two boys. One of them is clearly Simon, so that must be his brother Tommy and his mum.

Behind the photos there are all of their death certificates.

His mums, Tommys, Beths and Jacobs and one of ”A. Riley“. No photo or anything but the tingling at the back of your neck tells you that that must be his father.

”No need to cry about that, Love.“ his voice rips you out of your thoughts and you almost throw the file at him.

Only at his words do you feel the tears running down your cheeks.

”I…I‘m sorry. I didn’t mean-”

”Didn’t mean to pick all three locks and look what’s inside of the drawers? Sure thing, love.“ he doesn’t sound mad for some reason which gives you the confidence to keep talking.

”Were they killed?“

”Yes.“

”By who?“

”Will you go to bed and stop snooping around my shit when I answer?“

You nod quickly.

”You read about the Russian facility capturing and trying to brainwash me?“

Another nod from you.

”They also caught two of my other teammates.“ his expression turns cold ”They were brainwashed. Kevin Sparks and Marcus Washington. I didn’t finish the job and they came and took revenge.“

Your stomach drops even lower, which you didn’t even think was possible at that point.

”They even killed the goddamn cat.“ he laughs but it sounds hollow.

”I’m so sorry…I shouldn’t have snooped around like this…“

He rounds the table and takes the file from your hands, puts it back in the drawer and pulls you up by your arms.

”It’s alright, love. Now for gods sake go to bed.“

You nod and start walking to the door.

Before you walk through it you turn around and see him looking at the photo of his brother, sister in law and nephew.

”You coming with me?“ seeing him like that made you forget about the bloody boots, the insanely long list of kills in that file and about the fact that you were spying on him a few minutes ago.

His head snaps up and he looks at you surprised but nods after a second.

”I hope you‘ll tell me the rest of it someday.“ you whisper before falling asleep once you’re both back in bed.

The next evening when he’s coming home he’s greeted by you and a pitch black maine coon kitten in your arms. The cat purring and having a black collar with the name

”Snowflake“ engraved on a skull shaped chip around its slender neck.

‎܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹

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[girlypopsimon]

[girlypopsimon]

‎܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹

Synopsis: Reader is the daughter of a mafia boss and supposed to marry the son of an ally. The day of the wedding it turns out he hit her and readers father decides reader will marry his right hand.

‎܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹

English isn’t my first language, please excuse mistakes 😚🫶🏻

‎܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁.. ܁₊ ⊹

Trigger warning: gore (not like really but better safe than sorry)

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

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”Who is they? His family?!“ you look around, half expecting the shadows to come alive and drag you into hell.

”Yes.“ he says gruffly. With one hand he fishes out his phone while curling his other around your nape so you look at him.

”You need to be quiet. Don’t talk loudly, make sure nothing makes a noise and don’t you dare walk off alone right now. You understand?“

Alec said the same ’You understand?' like you’re stupid.

Out of Simons mouth though the words don’t sound threatening, they sound almost worried so you just nod.

”You remember how to use a gun?“ he takes a Smith & Wesson M&P out of the elastic of his sweats and presses it into your hand.

”Yeah…I guess…“ you nod und look at the gun.

A few years ago the old head of security taught you how to shoot but since then you never really trained.

”Only use it when necessary.“ he opens the door and pulls you out into the hallway. You barely see anything but he just pulls you forwards until you find yourself in what seems to be his bedroom.

It’s completely empty besides the bed and a long suitcase in the corner. Only one additional door, no wardrobes or a table.

With a slight frown and confusion etched onto your face you turn to him.

”Uhm…where is everything?“

”Not now, love.“ he crouches in front of the suitcase and opens it.

You saw the sniper rifle that he takes out and assembles before but never with him and never right before someone would die at the hands of him and that thing.

What he did for your father was never a secret and you know that your father isn’t the first to order him to kill but seeing it is a completely different thing.

Once again you start trembling ”You can’t just kill them all…“ you say with big eyes.

”Would you rather they kill you or me?“ he questions dryly. After not receiving an answer he nods and goes back to setting up.

By now you see light beams from flashlights outside and hear more people. Probably around ten. Then it gets quiet. You see that Simon aims and the people outside stop when the first of them collapses like a house of cards.

Then you hear some of them shouting.

The next shot. You take a step back. The noise making your head spin.

Another shot, another step backwards.

Without thinking about his warning or the possibility of someone being in the house you grab the door handle, push it down and squeeze through the small opening.

The second you walk out a hand shoots out from behind you, wraps around your mouth and drags you against the person it belongs to. You kick out and scream, Simons head whips around and he curses.

In seconds he somehow pulls out another gun and aims it at the man that’s holding you.

”Let her go.“ he says, not sounding as calm as before though.

The man behind you chuckles and drags the back of a knife over your throat. You shiver and jerk in his hold but his grip isn’t budging.

”She didn’t kill him.“

"I know that.“ the man smirks ”But you did.“

”Let her go.“ Simon tries again

Before anyone can say anything though someone shouts something in the hallway and the second the man isn’t paying enough attention Simon pulls the trigger.

You feel the bullet pass your head before digging through the mans skull and lodging in his brain. Blood and brain matter splatters over your back and side of your face while the man slumps forwards. The sudden weight pressing onto you almost makes you fall but you can push him off.

Your ears are ringing and the wet hot sensation on your back makes you gag. Carefully you reach back to touch your hair, finding it soaked. A shrill sob escapes your lips.

Simon seems to be frozen in place for another second before he’s next to you.

The word’s leaving his mouth don’t come through, the ringing overshadowing everything. His hands cup your face and his long fingers cover your ears and slowly you can focus again.

”I know, baby. But you need to pull through, okay? Can you do that?“

'Baby?' The rest of his words don’t make any sense but you still nod.

His guards only need five more minutes to get rid of all the intruders.

During these five minutes he brought you to your room, nudged you into the shower and turned around ”Ya need to wash that off, love. I‘ll go and find you some clothes.“

The clear water hits your head and runs back down your leg tinted red before vanishing down the drain.

The last fifteen minutes replay in your head.

Your dreams of a perfect wedding, the loud clashing sounds, Simon without his mask, his weirdly empty room, the sniper rifle, the fear coursing through your body, the blood and dead body, 'baby‘ and the fact that he carried you to the shower.

Once you see that the water runs clear you step out and wrap a towel around your body. The nausea that ebbed off earlier hits you again and you throw up.

While hunched over the toilet you didn’t realize he came back so you shriek a little when he gathers your hair in one hand while rubbing your back with the other.

The next few minutes are blurry but you remember that he pulled a shirt over your head, dried your hair off and braided it a little clumsily. Then it’s blurry but now you’re laying in bed, blanket tucked in around you.

Your heart rate has returned to normal but the shock still lingers.

After almost two hours of laying in bed motionless you get up again. It’s around 4am already when you make your way down the stairs to the piano you saw when coming in.

With trained hands and feet you sit down and start playing. Your body swaying with the melody while your mind drifts to the evenings when you were little. Mum playing while you sat next to her with big eyes and your father standing behind her, occasionally kissing her head and yours as well.

Like a ghost Simon enters.

He’s wearing the same sweatpants and still no mask while leaning against the door frame.

Once you’re done he claps slowly.

Your head whips around and you blush once again.

”Can’t sleep, love?“ he rasps

When you shake your head he sighs and comes closer. He stops a few feet away from you ”You want a tea?“

The question surprises you but you nod.

A few minutes later he returns and hands you a mug before crouching down in front of you, it gives you the chance to really look at him. Sharp features, thin lips, pale skin and a crooked nose.

Without thinking about it for too long you trace the deep scar that’s cutting through his eyebrow.

”Do you wear the mask to hide them?“ the question is genuine and born out of actual curiosity.

”Partly.“ he doesn’t stop you from touching him but his answer makes it clear that he won’t tell you.

You take a sip of the tea and close your eyes.

”Do you…“ he stops and looks like he doesn’t know what to say, probably for the first time ever. ”Do you want company?“

You look at him again and after a second you nod.

He sits next to you on the little bench and watches the piano.

”I didn’t take you for a musician to be honest.“ you chuckle a little

”I‘m not.“

That confuses you, why would anyone have a piano like that when they don’t even play.

”But you are.“ he adds after a few seconds.

Oh.

”We weren’t supposed to marry though…How did you get it in here? It was clear we would marry in the morning and at 11pm you have a piano for me?“ you furrow your brows and look at his face.

”You always play when you’re annoyed or stressed…I heard it when the meetings dragged on. And it was clear you’d be stressed after yesterday’s events. So I made it happen.“

He listened to you playing over the past years. He realized you do it when feeling stressed and he knew that you would want to play once arriving at his mansion so he bought one and got it set up and tuned before you even arrived here.

Your head spins and you have to look away or else you‘d probably explode.

”That’s…thank you. I didn’t know you watched me that much.“

”I still do.“ with these words he gets up and holds a hand out for you to take. ”You need rest now, love.“

He leads you back to your room and tucks you in again.

Before he gets the chance to leave you reach for his wrist ”Stay, please.“

Simon nods and carefully slips into bed besides you ”Now sleep, love.“ he whispers for the third time that night.

And finally you can sleep peacefully.

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