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The Band Ghost (ghouls,Copia,Terzo)
COD: Modern warfare and BO:Cold War
Genshin Impact
I will add more as i get into more fandoms but rn this is what i'm comfy with right now
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Buggy felt stupid as he stirred in his bed, his ship docked on the very island he vowed himself he would never set foot on and yet somehow he was here.
He sat up letting his hands push back his hair to hold his face. He didn’t sleep much, not that he knew a good sleep ever since you were gone. But the events of last night came rushing in. He was here, under the pretext he was a entertainer. That was all.
His priorities were set on something else, he took up the offer because he had no choice. With the hunt for the one piece leading him no where, jumping between allies and chasing Luffy around had left him quite unsatisfied, all his efforts had led to nothing. He had squandered everything, and no town he knew was fit enough to be raided because he had raided them out of every last penny.
That was what he did in his down time. Do everything you would look down on him for. Burn towns, ravage the seas, push people away because if he could succeed at becoming the opposite of what you saw in him. If he denied he was any good at all, then maybe his mind would forget you.
But instead, the guilt grew, bigger than the sea that it cradled him. The more he did these things, the more he saw your disappointed expression. He groaned, he had come to believe your words. Your belief in his goodness and so he had a tough time committing to this new persona of his.
He picked up his shirt and threw it on.
Did your island ever pin up his wanted poster?
Did you ever catch sight of his face in them?
Did you ever wonder how he was?
He pulled up his hair and tied it into a short bun. He had begun to fray. He didn’t care for his makeup to be perfect. He looked disheveled and ragged that even past the devil fruit's control over his body, he didn’t need a cut to slice him up anymore. Any thoughts of you did it’s job.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, he mumbled.
He was in need of money. His shows weren’t selling tickets because he hadn’t crossed that point yet, to convert his pain into art, to process everything he felt. He looked around his room in its messy state with scatted pieces of papers everywhere. Some held songs, some had scripts or stories but most of it were unfinished letters he had tried to write.
He pulled himself together. His new act was to test himself, to be around you and not feel anything. To see for himself that your life here was the best than anything he could have afforded you. That it was good, you had a stable home and a place to belong. Unlike the life he lived. It was dangerous, on the edge and he lived it, with every second thinking of you.
That if a moment came were it would be his last, he could finally admit to himself that you were the only good thing he was afforded in his life.
So Buggy embraced his bare face more, in the hopes that if he saw it more he might finally understand what it was you saw in him. These were signs he was falling apart, might as well let his crew mates know. He turned the knob of his door.
They all knew. His crew never questioned him but he could see it on their faces. The worry, the concern and it hurt him more. That he was dragging them along through his disasters. He had to squander or pillage or find some way to provide for them because whether he recognized it or not, they were his family. They feared him, sure, but they were his people. People to whom he had given his word he would care for them. Now to see them go to sleep hungry, he hated himself.
He had to pull himself together. To be an actual leader for once. To step away from the incessant need to put on a show. Because now things were real, he had to work his way out of this. The only slight hitch to all this was you.
He held onto all the postage or news he received. In the hopeless thought that one of it might be from you. Writing him to tell him anything. That you were alright. That you didn’t want to come back. He would have taken any response as apposed to receiving nothing. He was irrelevant to your life now. He knew that well, more than anyone. But instead, one day there was an offer sealed in blue wax.
The need for jesters for the Princess of Makara.
He had put it away for awhile, he was never going to accept it. It was infuriating how fate seemed to always draw him to where you were. This time though he was never going to listen to it’s call.
But when things got tough, to scrounge the seas for food and supplies. He was reaping what he had sowed, he never did any good work and now when he needed a saving grace, he got none. None but that silver letter lying in his desk drawer that he fidgeted in his fingers every night as he laid by the helm.
It was his only way out. But was he strong enough, to see you again and not break?
He had to be better. For his crew, for the sake of their future.
So he accepted, he set foot on the very shores that he had barred himself from and the moment did, it was like he could feel you all over again. It was instinct, a crystal ball in his heart always somehow knowing where you were.
His most valuable treasure.
So now in order to take a hold of his emotions, to be focused, he put away the revelry for a while. He trained instead, to work up a sweat that his mind stayed in the moment with him and didn’t wander off trying to know, if you looked out from the castle would you be able to see his ship.
He held onto the bar as he lifted himself up, the muscles in his arms beginning to burn but he pushed it away. However hard he tried to reform himself, some habits were hard to let go of. To not got after map, to not got after you. Because you were his first love. His only love and everyday the regret sunk deeper. Because he hadn’t told you sooner, when you there smiling at him. Instead of admitting the truth, he sent you away on missions.
A coward, no amount of fear his name caused to ripple couldn't change the truth.
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You were headed to the archives, to tell Hassan about everything but you hadn’t slept well last night. Tossing and turning at Buggy’s lack of an answer. After everything you had done, after every storm you had weathered together.
How could he drown you out with a cold shoulder?
You turned with your book in hand and heard the sound of your guards follow you. You couldn’t go down to the docks with them, it would raise suspicion amongst the people. You had to get past the walls to do so.
You knew the layout well but to attempt an escape in broad daylight, you didn’t know what had taken over you to give you blind courage. The goal was set. You had to speak with him, away from all the pretense of this guilded cage.
So you walked back to your room where the guards assumed their position outside your door. The time was now, to try out the plan you had been working on for days. You slipped into an outfit that was akin to the days you were a spy. Taking a black shawl, you wrapped up you head to secure your hair in place and to cover up your face. No one would know you were gone, till Helge would come by to call for you in the afternoon to dine with him.
So you stood near the balcony to chart your way down the tower. Below you were the suspended sky gardens that gave you a staggered passage towards the merchant access, which was always busy with goods being transported in and out the castle walls.
Tossing your cares to the wind that caressed your cheek as you stood up the railing, you took your first step. Your foot placement so precise it would not disrupt a loose brick. Your hands already on the wire that held the gardens up. You slid down it with your gloved fingers, jumping off at the right time to land onto soft grass amidst the large garden ornaments.
You felt a smile form, nobles and their need for grandeur, it served it purpose by giving you a lot of hiding spots to flit through as you descended from one garden platform to the other. Soon your eyes glimpsed the busy street with vendors and traders bargaining with the patrol guards as they conducted their quality checks. You had to find a cart that was leaving the court yard and to your luck, a herd of horses were being transported out to the city, possibly the ones that hadn't been selected at the auction.
You dropped below into the shadows as you slowly edged your way towards the wagon. The driver distracted in a discussion with the guard as you snuck inside the covered carriage. Horses were easier than people, you had been accustomed to being around a lot of various and more exotic animals. So you held your hands up to their snouts as they sniffed your fingers. Slowly moving to the side you petted their necks and it was done. You had won over their silence.
The guard knocked the back of the wagon as a sign that the contents had passed the check. The driver clicked the reigns of the horses in front and you eased as the vehicle began to move.
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As you separated yourself from your ride, your turned towards the docks, you finally caught sight of the sea. The glistening blue sending its breeze to pull you towards it. Everyone passed by you and it felt like you had found your anonymity again. Life thrummed all around you, with finally having won your way out, this was your reward. To stroll down the scene slowly. Taking in the simplicity of it all. The streets were damp, the low tide let the people enjoy some sun.
When the high tide engulfed the place, the merpeople shifted to use their tails. So the land soaked up the salt and smelled like it. The building built out of more natural stone that had plants grown over it. The streets had sellers who sold local food or hand made artefacts while musicians used their harps and lyres to play songs. It was alive and rich as compared to the controlled activities and silence at the palace.
But as you continued to reach the docks, the gulls squawked above you, you saw the ship. Even without the Jolly Roger, you could recognize it anywhere, it sat harmlessly near the boardwalk as children ran past it only when you knew what it was capable off.
You held onto the rope ladder that was dropped down to climb onboard and the moment you felt hit the deck. The chatter quietened down.
The crew were seated around, each engrossed in some activity but now their eyes were on you like you were a stranger. With how you stood now, your face covered, you were a stranger. You held your hands up in defense when you heard the sound of blades being unsheathed.
You slowly pulled away the lower half of the cloth to reveal your face and a brief moment of surprise flashed across their faces before it was replaced with contempt. They weren’t comfortable that you were here. It was understandable, from their perspective you had run off to claim your inheritance.
You spotted Kabaji and ventured towards him as the crew continued with their activity, no one paying heed to your presence which served your purpose, it didn't draw much unwanted attention.
“I need to speak with him.”, you told him as he sat by the edge of the deck sharpening his knives. He cast you a glance before looking away.
“He’s in the acrobat’s wing.”, he spoke to you as though it was an irksome task.
“Training.”, he added and you took a double take as his gaze found yours.
“Training?”, you asked in disbelief and he shrugged his shoulders.
“He’s been doing it more since your disappearance.”, Kabaji let the truth sink in as you pursed your lips.
Your disappearance. So you were right. The crew had come to believe that you had abandoned them.
Did Buggy believe that too?
You opened the shaft door and got in as it took you below deck, with the crew up and about on top, there was no one else here. Warm light shone through the doors to the acrobat wing and all you could hear was the sound of shuffling feet.
Pushing open the door, you froze when the tip of a katana’s blade stopped right in front of your face, just an inch away from your nose. As your eyes trailed up the hand that held it, you found Buggy’s eyes staring you down as he panted.
His bare chest rising and falling quickly, his face devoid of his paint, with his hair up in a tight knot. Everything you had to say, died in your mouth and now you were left gasping for air too. He lowered the weapon as he furrowed his brows, his eyes softening but instead of interrogating your presence he turned away quickly.
There was no place he could hide peacefully. He pulled away his gloves as he put away his swords, trying to piece together why you were here.
He knew why, but didn’t want to accept the reason. His cold shoulder yesterday would have troubled you.
“The lost princess outside the castle walls.”, he stated.
“How scandalous.”, he chuckled but he felt the little animosity that was buried in his voice.
“I need you to answer this one question truthfully and I promise to never pester you again.”, he heard you say and he contemplated with his back turned to you.
He had to choose his answer carefully.
“What would you like to know, your Highness?”, he asked you, his tone well balanced and yet you knew he was taunting you.
“Why are you here?”, you let the question that had been pestering you since the dance slip from your lips. Your mind racing with an answer you wanted him to say.
That he was here for you, that right this second he would hoist his anchors and take you away. But he stopped whatever it was that he was doing, to brace himself against the table he stood by almost like he was putting together his thoughts. He had changed since the last time you had seen him. His innocence and quick witted nature was replaced with this heavy blanket of emotions he was not letting the world see.
“I was hired for my services.”, he titled his head, you caught sight of half his face. The stubble on his jaw making your fingers itch to touch him again.
“Besides, it’s every pirate’s dream. To sneak into a royal engagement. All the things we could loot.”, he finally turned towards you, widening his eyes as he folded his arms across his chest.
His eyes were monitoring your reaction as he let the words slip.
“Couldn’t risk the chance knowing that you wouldn’t invite me to the wedding.”, he said next and he bit his lip.
That was pushing it, he watched the hurt flash across your face and he pinched his fingers together. It was only natural, he wasn’t a saint. He was jealous of that silver eyed slug. The King to be got to have everything he wanted.
“There isn’t going to be a wedding.”, you said distraught and all this felt like thin ice. One wrong move and there would be nothing to salvage from this wreckage.
He wanted to break it. Push it a little further, push you away because he couldn’t feel the hurt again. Of having you back in his arms for another stolen moment, all these illusions weren’t enough.
He couldn’t let his heart be broken again.
“How could you even think I might go through with it.”, you felt your ribcage cave in and stab your heart, the tears threatening to fall.
He was a fool whether he painted his face or not. Because his hand reached towards you even after everything. Why couldn’t losing you be easy?
Why did it have to destroy him slowly like poison?
He wanted a canon blast to shatter his heart once and for all, to never have hope again because even with the smallest ounce of goodness, he thought of you and a life he could have.
Here you were risking everything and here he stood being a prick to the only one he never wanted to hurt.
You composed yourself, as you turned to him again.
“Give me an honest answer. I deserve at least that much.”, you told him, anger blazing in your eyes and he grew annoyed too.
“That’s what I don’t understand. You deserve so much more. So why are you here?”, he pushed away from where he stood to approach you and you stood your ground.
“Because.”, you began confidently and then that courage vanished as he got closer. The hair on his chest and his folded arms spread out in such a way that his body remembered the trail of your fingers when you had touched him.
“Because?”, he proded softly as he drew in a sharp breath, he had to hold his hands back cause if he didn’t, his fingers were going to pull you close and kiss you blind. Till his heart didn’t ache anymore.
You couldn’t risk it, to pour out your heart when he stood like a skittish seal ready to jump from the cliff.
One wrong move.
One wrong move and he will shut you out again.
“Because my life doesn’t make sense without you in it.”, you said quietly and for once the land you stood on felt like sturdy rock. That if you could just lean forward to rest your head on his chest, you could catch your breath for a while. But before you could stop yourself, your hand had reached out to let your fingers trace his collarbone and his eyes widened.
His heart stopped. He could whisk you away again. Like he had done when he was a boy. He could runaway right this instant. But his body, mind and soul where tearing each other apart.
One telling him to step away.
One caving under your touch.
One making him unwind his arms to place his hand over yours. To press your hand into his skin over his heart in the hope that it will burn your impression forever.
“Mine doesn’t either.”, he gave you a smile and it felt like a small victory. So you stayed in that moment, he didn’t move away, his heart beating fast under your palm as his eyes held you in that tender gaze he had only for you.
“We’ve known each other since we were kids. You're irreplaceable.”, he said. He was trying, trying to say all this properly but at the same time.
He feared it, he was afraid of the love he so badly wanted to hold on to.
“Take me away with you.”, he heard you whisper and everything he was trying to piece together dissipated.
He panicked, he lost control as all the burdens he carried pressed down on him. The lives of his crew, this ship, the resources he needed to cast off from this island. He was marooned here and he couldn’t leave without a huge bounty.
But the truth was, every night as he held up that letter he received up to the moon, it gave him another shot. Another attempt at seeing you and he craved it, never listening to any voice of reason. He needed to see you again and with Makara’s seas banning pirates, this was a perfect entry way to stand in the distance to catch a glimpse of you.
He needed a respite and as he worked back his bounty, he could also just get to exist around you again.
But instead, “I, I can’t.”, he stuttered.
“I’m here to find the Crystal pearl.”, he said next, a half truth that found it’s way out of his mouth sooner than he had expected and the silence raged on as he felt your hand slip away, it was torturous.
“Oh.”, you drew your breath. You had been right. He had his eyes set of something else.
The Crystal pearl was one of legends, as Makara’s hidden sacred clam only produced one shimmering pearl every hundred years.
“What did you think I was here for?”, he held onto your hands as though he would beg to know your thoughts, this was the first time you and him had been so out of sync. He wanted to admit his feelings, but you were promised to another. To a man who had the power, wealth and beauty.
How could he compete with that?
You stepped away from him, to wrap your hands around yourself as you took in the room around you as you sobered having heard his true answer.
Only that it didn’t satisfy you.
The acrobat wing was where he trained you, to be nimble and quick. To teach you the same tricks with which you used to escape the castle, tricks that helped you survive. You saw the huge ring dangle in front of you and you pulled yourself up. His eyes followed you as you balanced on it. To wrap your limbs around the edges as to know if you still remembered the choreo you had learnt. But when you twisted to pull yourself up to sit on it, your hand slipped.
“Be careful.”, Buggy rushed to you. His arms steadying you as you hung upside down. Your shawl falling away fully, his bare hands trailing your shoulders as he let himself hold your face. You wanted to pull him close and kiss him till you couldn't breathe. He was the man that held up the moon.
“Why did your ship linger on the horizon once night fell all those months ago?”, you asked softly. He inhaled sharply as his hand found your hips, to help you down.
He would put down the anchor for the night when his crew never understood why he drank as he watched the island far away, but he knew. You were there in a life that was meant for you, how could he snatch you away from it?
“Why did you spend your days on the roof looking out to the sea?”, he asked, his fingers tilting your chin up to hold his gaze.
He was close enough, to whip out his telescope and observe the glistening palace in the hopes he might catch your silhouette in a window, when he caught sight of a small figure, climb out her balcony to sit on top of her roof.
“Why did you never call for me?”, he asked leaning in, it poured out from him these questions he had harboured.
“Would you have come?”, you whispered to which he pursed his lips instead of answering you.
It was too late to answer that now. Life had somehow gotten more complicated than he had ever known. None of his schemes had a chance of being successful, so what good was going to come from stating what ifs.
But you deserved the truth.
“I would have.”, he smiled again and it set you free.
You gave him a curt nod, his eyes falling to your lips, all you could hear were warning signs. One wrong step and this could turn into another net.
“I’ll help you steal the pearl.”, you said as he placed your shawl in your hand.
“Like old times?”, he chuckled shifting his weight.
His husky laugh bringing you bake to life.
“I am going to be Queen after all. I can bestow it to whoever I wish.”, you smiled as you began to conceal your face again.
“What do you want in return?”, he asked.
You took a second to ponder it. You could never make someone love you, but it felt less lonely, to be here, to have him close. Maybe if he could tell you that he did love you, it could be the closure you needed. To help him get his treasure and send him off happily, if that is all you could do, to repay him for everything he had done.
“Be my eyes and ears.”, you told him.
“I don’t know who to trust in the mercourt. But I trust you. It would be nice to know someone has my back.”, you told him.
He could settle with this exchange. You and him had always been a great team, this working relationship meant he could still protect his heart and orbit around you. He could balance that, he did run a circus after all.
He had worked along with you for years, he could still do the same now, just for a little longer. Couldn’t he?
“My allegiance is forever yours, fishtail.”, he said instantly.
“You know that.”, he said it like it was a question. He needed to know that if there was one thing you never doubted about him was for where his heart was. His loyalty to you was beyond the pirates code of honour. It was sacred.
"Yeah I know, just wanted to be sure.", you smiled as you tapped your feet with his. You had missed this. The friendship, the company, the understanding, all of it.
"Anything else?", Buggy asked as he read your expression. There was one more request.
"Tell me you atleast thought of me once when I was gone.", you grew serious. It was bittersweet.
To which he hummed as he bit the inside of his cheek, this was now or never. If it was to never go anywhere else from here, he didn't want to have any regrets.
"When you disappear, I feel like I lose my senses. I can’t see colour or hear the music because you’ve left traces of you in everything. You take the sun with you and shroud me in darkness. If I acknowledge the smallest fragment of the void you've left in me, then I break to pieces and no amount of drinking my woes could bury that feeling. The feeling with which I roamed the seas aimlessly when my heart only wanted you back. I can’t say I missed you because that doesn’t capture the agony I went through. I thought of you incessantly that the crew was sure I was mad. I thought of you then. I keep thinking of you now. And I fear that is my curse, sweet. To love you since the first time I saw you and then fight fate till the end of time to always be by your side.", he said it, without thinking too much of it, without holding himself back. He waved his hands not sure if that was a good enough answer.
"I don’t know if that made sense.", he laughed, his eyes looking away but the blush that made his cheeks turn red was evident. You were stunned, he always gave you more than you had asked for and now he poured out his heart all at once.
"What does a clown know about finesse?", he shrugged his shoulders, when his eyes found yours again, it burned bright with his passion.
You didn't need to know what he wanted. His eyes only ever held you in that light. It never wavered. There was no one else to compete with, his affection was always only yours. So you couldn't leave him hanging now. He had to know.
"You know you’re the only I’ve ever loved. The only one I will ever love.", you stated. He had to know that the engagement rumors where never going to turn true.
Buggy still, the silence now heavy, the distance between you and him crackling with tension. You pulled the shawl to cover your face to hide your flushed cheeks, suddenly wanting to hide as your heart began to beat faster at the thrill of having put your heart in his hands.
But he held your wrist such that you couldnt cover your face. He tugged you closer to him and after all those mundane days, you felt wide awake.
“That love of yours is going to ruin me, but I'm not scared of it anymore.”, he said with conviction. He was brave for once. To set aside his fears, the voice that told him to hate himself. All that had to go, to make space for you and your belief in him.
If you could see the possibility of a change in him, then he was going to strive to attain it. To be the version he would be proud of without all the extra gimmicks added on.
His eyes glimmered as it dipped to your lips, here he was, reckless and wild as the sea. Your fingers wrapped around his neck as you pulled him in as he leaned forward to kiss you.
Oh boy are y’all prepared for the story? I’m still currently writing it so may not be up today but with editing and revision it definitely will be up tomorrow! I have so many ideas! Should I add smut in the first chapter or make it a slow burn?
Oh boy are y’all prepared for the story? I’m still currently writing it so may not be up today,I have so many ideas! Should I add smut in the first chapter or make it a slow burn?
A snippet from my upcoming work! It’s going to be multiple parts but please let me know what you think and what you would like!! Much love 🖤 Honey
She noticed the ship when she made the second lap around Orange island , it was decent in size and it bore jolly Rodger of a skull with a bulbous red nose and she knew all too well who the ship belonged to, Buggy the Clown, she had ran into him on land and in the water maybe playing with his crew by releasing her pheromones so that the smell of sweet red roses wavered across the deck making all who smelled it feel light as a feather losing all common sense which left most at her and beck and call then she’d vocalise a song so sweet that those who’d hear it would fall to their knees no matter where they were, she would always giggle watching Buggy try and rope in the crew that were trying to walk straight off the ship, before diving under the water while the blue haired clown looked off for whatever caused his crew to act out of line. She knew she was playing a very dangerous game but it was fun to her, so she did what she did before first letting the smell of roses cross the deck then vocalising the same song waiting until she could hear the captain screaming for his crew of freaks to get back to work when she knew she had his attention she would stop and dive under the water making sure he was watching her or at least her tail which she kept one fluke out so he could follow her before making her way to shore.
The big top was close enough to the shore Buggy could make out the figure of a woman walking on the shore but it was also just enough away he couldn’t make out any distinguishing features but he knew the creature who had been harassing him and his crew for months was here and he wouldn’t stop until he found her
I was reading your thoughts on Simon, and I was thinking if you could write something about him being toxic, like headcanons or idk, and I know that he's not, but I would like to know how he would be like, and is also okay if you don't want to.
It’s funny you ask that anon but literally @vvh1sk3y @brawnymactavish and I kinda talked about this. I don’t think ghost would be toxic but I do feel he’d have some toxic traits from his horrible childhood. He would gas light but it would be unintentional
This series are going to be before “Restoring Greatness to Rome” so you will see a change of names i.e it will flip between boyfriend,fiance,and husband. Let me know what you think this is unedited because I’m extremely exhausted so I will edit it in the morning
Stay Frosty
💜Honey
“Y/N” you heard your name being shouted as you saw your best friend walking over, arm around a man
“Connie how have you been?” you asked as she pulled you into a tight hug
“I've been” she laughed, taking a sip of her beer, eyeing the man that was staring at her like she strung the stars that hung in the sky.
“Oh, Y/N meet Eric, Eric my very best friend,” she said, hands shuffling between the two of you “he’s also in the military” she whispered all but vibrating.
“ Air Force pararescue” he said extending his hand
“Army special forces” you said, taking his hand in a firm handshake.
“Where’s you man at?” Connie questioned walking to the cooler that sat by the fire handing you a beer, looking at your phone you saw a new text from Simon saying he was here
“He just pulled up” you say leaving the new couple and making your way around the side of the house to where the wooden gate laid open inviting the guests to the back, on a mission to retrieve your probably confused and lost boyfriend as you made your way to the driveway you saw his car and saw he was leaned against the driver side door looking at his phone, the lack of the skull mask he normally wore was replaced with a normal face mask, his hood pulled up to cover the top of his head, you knew why he did it but still thought it was silly.
“I’m glad you could make it” you smiled as he pushed himself off the car to make his way to your side taking in the outfit you chose to wear, it was nothing to fancy just something to beat the southern summer heat, a pair of denim shorts that covered all but the bottom half of your ass, a tank top, and a red and black flannel that was tied on your waist just in case it got chilly as the night progressed and as you made your way over to him Simon drank in every inch of your appearance from the way you had your hair in its natural beach wave state to the way your boots tapped away on the cement of the driveway. It’s like you hadn’t seen each other in years, when in fact it had been a little over three weeks since you departed from Credenhill
“Wouldn’t miss seeing you for the world” he said as he met you in the middle pulling you into a hug that caught you off guard, it wasn’t that he’s never given you a hug when in fact the day you left he was stood in your temporary living room and held you for what felt like eternity
“Simon it’s been almost three weeks since I left it’s not like I died” you stated pulling the face mask down to plant a small kiss on his lips
“I know” he simply said smiling down at you as he grabbed a handful of you ass in which made you gasp
“Don’t think these shorts leave much to the imagination and that shirt really isn’t covering much” he said as he took the beer from your hand and took a sip making a disgusted face,before pulling his mask up
“What not use to American beers yet?” You questioned playfully messing with the toe tag of his dog tags that had your name on it
“Y/N?” You heard Connie call from the gate
“We’ll LT I guess we best get going,” you said patting his chest and making your way to the backyard but not before you felt a stinging sensation on you left ass cheek
“Ow Simon” you yelled, you knew in the field he was silent and deadly but you didn’t realize it also played a factor in his civilian life as well.
“I thought you got kidnapped” Connie exclaimed being the drama queen she is and as the word left her lips you felt Simon tense
“Connie quit being a drama queen, I’m a big girl I can handle myself” you laughed nervously patting Simon's forearm trying to calm him down without drawing attention to him.
“I know I know,” Connie said, throwing her hands up in a surrender gesture,you watch as her eyes glide almost effortlessly to Simon “ is this him?” She whispered as you nodded slightly knowing she was about to do the one thing Simon absolutely hated
“Connie, before you even try it please don’t hug him he’s not big on hugging” you said in panic watching her deflate, the last person to hug him was you and that’s how you ended up pinned against the wall.
“Well Simon I’m Connie,been friends with Y/N since diapers” she smiled
He just nods saying “ you alright?” In which you almost choke on the last sip of beer,before you went to Credenhill on orders from General Shepard you called Georgia your home and you had for most of your life,so the culture shock was real once you finally settled down.
“I’m grabbing another beer, you want one?” You asked Simon as he nodded watching as you made your way to the cooler that sat by a plastic lawn chair on the open patio, paying very close attention to the way your hips swayed. He wasn’t one to admit it out loud but in the six months you both had been together he made a silent vow to protect you with his life whether it meant in the field or in his everyday life, it’s burned into his mind that day you told him you were going back to the states
“Simon listen I’m heading back home,” you said with a sigh, sitting in the passenger seat staring straight ahead knowing if you looked at him you were going to lose it, to you leaving hurt worse than your first true heartbreak and it felt like you were losing a piece of your soul not only that but felt like you were losing a family that had accepted you with open arms
“And I honestly don’t know when I’ll be back or when we’ll even see each other and I’ve never done long distance but I’m truly the happiest me and it’s because of you.” You gasped still not looking Simon in the eyes because you knew one single glance was all it was gonna take.Simon acted on impulse all but ripping the skull printed balaclava off and claiming your lips with his
“I’m with you until the end of the line, no matter the distance” he said resting his forehead on yours. You saw him for the first time in a state that was rare even to you Vulnerable and that night he ravished you like a man starved of attention.
“Simon?” You called, snapping your fingers in front of him, he didn’t even realised he had mentally checked out and all he had to do was humm response letting you know he was back
“I said we’re heading inside to get the beers coolers empty” you said pointing to the sliding glass door, he nodded in response
“He doesn’t talk much does he,” Connie whispered over your shoulder as she followed behind “thought silent and brooding wasn’t your forte” she giggled handing you a case of Pabst Blue Ribbon and a four pack of desperados as she smiled shyly as you took the beers from her hands “didn’t know what he liked” she said taking the beers from you hand walking outside
“Y/N? You heard a males voice call from the living room
“Stephen?” You turned as a deep fear sets in your chest, he was your high school sweetheart, your abusive ex. It started like any other relationship he was the perfect gentleman but as one year turned to two he started changing staying out late and once you finished basic you found out through Connie he was cheating well had been cheating since you left for basic, and once you confronted him the violence started the beatings, the threats that if you told anyone he would kill you, which is by you decided to take up sniping,making you one of the most deadliest mercenaries the army had to offer while making you one of Shepards most prized soldiers
“ How have you been?” He said inching closer to where you had stood in fear eye’s bouncing for any sign of Simon, eyes catching the warm chocolate irises at the sliding glass door making his way inside just as quietly as he would be if he was on a mission.
“Mate I think it’s best if you leave her alone “ Simons voice low and deadly
“ and just who the fuck are you” Stephen asked turning to square up at Simon but when he turned around he came face to chest with Simon. You needed to escape, eyes darting around for an opening to running you saw someone leaving the bathroom and took that as your wig and made a mad dash for the door immediately turning the lock to make sure you were safe before turning the lights on
“Breathe just breathe, he can’t hurt you he won’t hurt you Simon won’t let that happen” you muttered sliding down the door.
“Y/N?” You heard on the other side of the door not saying anything,the knock on the door made you jump out of your skin
“ I know you’re in here unlock the door” you heard Simon as you reached up to unlock the door.
“And now I need you to move” he said softly through the small crack, you couldn’t find it in yourself to get up only scooting closer to the sink bringing you knees up to your chest looking at the door to see simons denim pants.
“ I don’t want to talk about” you muttered looking up at him seeing he had taken the face mask off.
“And we don't, I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
“Mentally or physically?” You questioned
“Whichever one is hurting you the most right now” he said sitting on the ground in front of you, watching intently as you crawled into his lap like a cat in need of attention
“It’s a long story, I’m sure Connie is looking for us and if we stay in here any longer she’s going to think we’re fucking in Here” you laughed hugging his waist burying your head in the crook of his neck placing tiny kisses on his jaw which caused him to chuckle
“Whatever you want princess” he said
“Let’s get going” you said standing up brushing your hands off on the flannel offering your dominant hand to him which he shook his head stating
1. I will no longer be continuing Turbulence for the sole fact I lost interest in the storyline I had planned out, I know it’s one chapter but I’m all honesty I hated the way I had the second chapter going and I feel like it was rushed with no idea of how to continue it plus the way tumblr is now I don’t think chaptered fics are going anywhere. So if you’ve been waiting for the update I’m sorry it won’t be happening.
2. I am in fact planning to do stories based on my Brutus story so Simon is now getting a good ol southern significant other so keep an eye out
3. I PROMISE REQUESTS ARE COMING!
4.I AM SO SORRY I HAVE BEEN MIA AND I WILL TRY TO GET THE REQUESTS SITTING HERE OUT! I have lost the will to write but I’m back and I’m coming for all your COD needs
könig is very shy and timid when it comes to sex. he had no experience prior to being with you and könig being könig, he found himself scared to do anything in fear of disappointing you. though over time he's become more comfortable with expressing what he wants, he still can be a nervous wreck.
he is obviously a big guy, so it’s no surprise that he’s packing heat. he’s a little under seven and a half and thick around.
he absolutely hates being in charge or bossing you around. it puts a lot of pressure on him, especially where he does not have much experience, and he gets worried he'll do the wrong thing. he would much rather you be in charge. to make a long story short, he is very much submissive in bed.
he isn't just submissive because he hates being in charge, but he absolutely loves to be bossed around by you. he'll pretty much do damn near anything you ask him to do, even if it is completely filthy and pathetic. he loves nothing more than to please you.
könig is 100% into some crazy shit, but he is too shy to admit some of the stuff he would like to do. he'll sometimes hint and beat around the bush to try and get what he wants.
he likes when you restrict his arms and legs and have total control over him, he especially loves when you edge him and keep him from being able to cum. he loves being a whining, begging, teary-eyed mess for you.
könig loves when you make him beg. he loves being being forced to raise his voice and ask for exactly what he wants, it’s humiliating but he knows how much you love it.
at first he was silent, he was afraid you’d judge him for whatever sounds he’d make, but over time he found himself more comfortable being vocal. he doesn’t say much if he isn’t begging, mostly just things like “liebling, please” or “scheiße”. he can get a little noisy when he’s being edged. he’ll whine and moan a bit.
könig hates being degraded, it’s the one thing that’s off limits for him, it completely turns him off. he lives for praise, nothing turns him on than being told how much of a good boy he is while he’s fucking you from behind or when you’re teasing his cock.
he isn’t opposed to pegging or you fingering him, but he would never ask you to do so.
absolutely loves your tits, he loves to grope and suck them whenever he can.
spank him. throw the giant man over your legs and spank him.
könig will beg for you to sit on his face. he loves when you nearly suffocate him.
Henlo! :> I just saw your Q&A post… who are some of your favorite bloggers, writers, accounts?
hi hi anon :)
may be a little biased because these two are my very good friends, but @brawnymactavish and @honeysucklewriting , love these two to bits and love what they post :)
i also very much love @skylovesducks , @sleepyconfusedpotato and @aftg4rd ‘s art!!! literally all so so so super duper talented :,)
fics wise? definitely @uselsshuman , @multi-fandom-imagine , @jaennwrites , @zukimei , those are the first blogs off top my head that i reaaaally enjoy reading from :,) if you’re not already following them pls do their stuff is *chefs kiss*
Okay I've been a fan of cod (and Ghost) for years and I feel like he can be toxic and is a bit messed up in the head- but I totally see him being loving and vulnerable as well. A mix of the two maybe?
funny you sent me this because i was just talking to @honeysucklewriting about this 🤣 let’s be honest with ourselves here, ghost (canonically) had a horrible childhood and his life pretty much sucks so i can’t exactly see him as being the most amazing human being to walk earth.
simon is the type of person to literally punch holes in walls and rage over a lot of small inconveniences, but i sort of feel like he shows his soft, loving, vulnerable side with his partner because it’s the only person or thing he can really be like that to. i think he can still be a huge asshole at times but he tries his absolute hardest to not be
Agreed like he’s not toxic per say but he is fucked in the head, from his (canon)fucked up childhood from his mother,sister,nephew, and brother being murdered to his whole younger years before he joined the military being tortured by his own biological father to how he is in game. He ruthless and it shows he’s not some girliefied soft boy everyone is now trying to portray him to be he is quite literally a trained killer.I agree with the above you have to be very very close to him for him to show an ounce of affection because literally he wasn’t raised that way, the only people who ever showed him love were taken from him. When I write for affectionate Simon I have a notion of this and I usually write him if affectionate to already have a very dedicated partner.
Like literally this man you call your meow meow baby girl if he were a real person would make you actually cry and honestly so would the multiplayer but y’all can do you I’m just gonna chill here.
Okay I've been a fan of cod (and Ghost) for years and I feel like he can be toxic and is a bit messed up in the head- but I totally see him being loving and vulnerable as well. A mix of the two maybe?
funny you sent me this because i was just talking to @honeysucklewriting about this 🤣 let’s be honest with ourselves here, ghost (canonically) had a horrible childhood and his life pretty much sucks so i can’t exactly see him as being the most amazing human being to walk earth.
simon is the type of person to literally punch holes in walls and rage over a lot of small inconveniences, but i sort of feel like he shows his soft, loving, vulnerable side with his partner because it’s the only person or thing he can really be like that to. i think he can still be a huge asshole at times but he tries his absolute hardest to not be
Agreed like he’s not toxic per say but he is fucked in the head, from his (canon)fucked up childhood from his mother,sister,nephew, and brother being murdered to his whole younger years before he joined the military being tortured by his own biological father to how he is in game. He ruthless and it shows he’s not some girliefied soft boy everyone is now trying to portray him to be he is quite literally a trained killer the comics give a more in depth look in to simons lore.I agree with the above you have to be very very close to him for him to show an ounce of affection because literally he wasn’t raised that way, the only people who ever showed him love were taken from him. When I write for affectionate Simon I have a notion of this and I usually write him if affectionate to already have a very dedicated partner.
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