Prompt: ā you carry a sword, yet you are not a knight. ā
ā you donāt need a king. a knight can make another knight. ā
Pairing: Hints of Ghoap x F!Reader
A/N: Having brainrot over King! Soap and Knight! Ghost. This took a life of its own. Definitely let me know what you guys think. šš Reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated
The air buzzed with anticipation as the search for a new member of the Kingsguard unfolded after the death of Sir Shepherd. Rumors said the old knight died due to his age, while others suggested someone with a grudge might have done him in. The information about Shepherd's betrayal and plan to overthrow the throne was swept under the carpet.
Ghost, the stern Lord Commander, oversaw the tryouts for the position, wearing his helmet. Not a single thought or expression could be seen. Everyone witnessed Ghost dismissing candidates effortlessly, and if they passed the tryout, King Soap observed keenly, dismissing candidates with a flick of his royal hand.
"I'm done fer the day efter this yin, and we can carry on the morra before ye dismiss the whole realm," King Soap spoke to Ghost as they waited for the next one to enter.
"Seekin' only the best for My King. Can't 'ave you with another old unloyal old dog like Sir Shepherd," Ghost replied.
"I present, with great honor, Sir L/N from House L/N," a peasant announced before the door opened, and your last name caused the king to raise a brow.
"Thocht Lord L/N only has a dochter, unless he managed tae father a bairn out o' wedlock," he muttered to himself, sitting up a little more straight, interested in what performance this House would give.
Then came you, Knight!Reader, defying expectations as you walked in. Ghost, expecting a towering figure, was taken aback by your small frame covered fully in your armor. Your face hidden behind your helmet, and there was nothing hinting that there was a woman underneath it. Ghost thought someone had sent their young son to a wake-up call or sent him to his doom.
Your sword danced through the air with precision, parrying every strike other Knight attempted. A swift spin and you disarmed him, ending the first round. In the second, your agility proved unmatched, dodging his attacks effortlessly. With a powerful swing from up top, you sent your opponent to the ground. The final round showcased your strategic brilliance, exploiting your opponent's every opening. Your blade tapped his shoulder, concluding the tryout with a clean sweep. The way you moved reminded Ghost of a dead man who used to fight like that.
"Get someone else," Ghost said quickly and shortly. You thought you were being dismissed and went to leave before he spoke again. "Not you. Get someone who can actually fight for them." Another person took the place of your first opponent.
You began with the usual aggressive and precise style, swiftly gaining the upper hand in the first round. But as the second round commenced, you altered your stance, adopting a more unpredictable approach. Shifted fluidly between defensive and offensive maneuvers, leaving the other Knight puzzled and unable to anticipate your moves.
The change in style proved disorienting for the other, who struggled to adapt. A blended agility with unpredictability, incorporating feints and unorthodox strikes. With a series of unexpected moves, you swiftly disarmed the opponent, claiming the second round.
In the final round, your versatility shone as you seamlessly switched between styles, combining elements of both your original technique and the new approach. The adaptability proved too much for him, as you decisively won the tryout once again, demonstrating not only superior skill but also a remarkable ability to switch fighting styles fluidly. Your looks proved deceiving as you effortlessly defeated not one but two opponents twice your size. The whispers of the court couldn't ignore your prowess.
"So, you know 'ow to knock down opponents wiv less skills than you. Let's see 'ow long you can survive against someone wiv more skills than you."
Eager for a challenge, Ghost decided to test you in a duel. The whispers went silent as his words echoed. He drew his sword and stepped down from the king's side. He expected you to speak back, but all you did was get ready to defend yourself from the Lord Commander.
Your movements and unpredictable patterns didn't surprise him, unlike the other candidates with inflated egos and little skill. Ghost, with both ego and skill, presented a formidable challenge. The sounds of their heavy breathing and swords clashing could be heard. The tip of his sword scratching along over metal, teasing over your chest plates, a small reminder that it could find the weak spot of the armor and could push through in a real battle. As the duel intensified, you saw an opportunity. He was doing a moveset like a Knight that trained you when you were younger, so you took advantage of knowing what sweet spot was possible to touch. With a swift step, you gained the upper hand, denting Ghost's pride as you pointed the sword to his armpit where there was no armor to protect him. You turned to The King, and Ghost used that moment to win. You proved that a clever mind could outmaneuver even the most skilled swordsman, but you assumed the match was over and put your guard down. The court watched in awe then shock as Ghost, begrudgingly impressed, swept your feet, causing you to fall forward and then had his sword pointed at you.
"Ye're quite impressive, lass. Lord L/N really sent me one o' his best, and forgive Ghost. He's a sore loser when it comes to th-" His words were cut short as you whipped off the helmet after being dropped by Ghost. It was clear that the fall had caused the helmet to make your nose bleed, and you wiped it as you sent a smile towards the king. The court gasped and muttered amongst each other.
"You are a woman?" Ghost asked, unsure if he was seeing and processing this correctly. You were absolutely breathtaking even with blood smeared on your face. He couldn't believe someone like you could move like that and fight men twice your size.
"Lady L/N! Ah haven't seen ye since we were wee bairns. Does yer faither ken about this?" Soap asked, not taken back by this as much as Ghost. The king waved his hand, and the rest of the room emptied out. You were always a wild child since your birth, and your mother knew it once she laid eyes on you. Only a proper lady when guests are around, but acting like a son when alone from judging eyes. Clothes often dirty and body littered with cuts.
"If my father knew about this, do you think I would be here, My King? So did I prove my worth and earn that empty seat in the Kingsguard?" Reader replied while doing a small curtsy.
"I think ye've more than earned the spot after that performance, and ye have my approval even though ye dinnae have yer faither's. Whit dae ye say, Ghost? Was Lady L/N impressive enough?"
"You carry a sword, yet you are not a knight." Ghost not replying to his King as he interrogated you. Why would someone like you join? The King seems to remember you, but your house name was only familiar to him.
"You donāt need a king. A knight can make another knight." You replied to him, saying that he was wrong with his statement.
"Who was that Knight? Can he speak for you?" He spoke and his helmet, hiding how he narrowed his eyes at you.
"Sir Riley and no, he can speak on my behalf. Never returned from battle." You answered quickly.
"Bollocks. Sir Riley wouldn't 'ave picked you
."Ghost replied just as quickly once he heard his father's name. The Knight who was a cruel father and lover, a man made his childhood a living hell even after his death.
"He did work for her faither when she was wee. Ah can speak for her on that, but ah wasn't there for the dubbin'." Soap told Ghost, adding some input. He knew Simon didn't have the greatest relationship with his father, but he didn't expect to see how Simon tensed under the armor at the mention of him.
"You knew of Sir Riley?" You raised a brow in confusion. You never expected to meet Sir Riley's heirs ever, only hearing about them once. The Knight wasn't the one to indulge personal details.
"I am the new Sir Riley." Ghost retorted coldly.
"Oh....You are his son. Your father was a gr-" Your voice got slightly quiet at the revelation. You wondered if this was his oldest or youngest. This information also explains why he moved like that in the tryout. Father like son when it comes to the way he attacks.
"Don't lie." Ghost cut you off, not letting you finish complimenting a dead man who didn't deserve it.
"Your father....was an interesting cruel man, but he was great with a sword. Still grateful that he gave me what little attention he did." You tried to find the words to describe your tough mentor. He wasn't never soft, and the training was harsher because of your gender.
"Excuse me?" You blinked as you spoke, unsure if you heard Ghost correctly. You glanced at the King and saw no support as he let Ghost handle the situation.
"I did not stutter. You are dismissed. A royal letter will arrive if you are picked. Go. Now." His grip on his sword handle tightened as he growled out his words. You nodded and left without a word. Leaving the King and his Knight alone in the room.
"Yer faither training her seems tae hae struck a nerve wi' ye, Simon." Soap pointed out the obvious and used Ghost's name since it was just them. No witnesses to know that his big knight in armor is truly human under it.
"'Cause he didn't find Tommy or me worth that effort 'e put into 'er." Ghost sighed and took off his helmet. His brown eyes stared into MacTavish's blue eyes, showing that he was facing a small turmoil discovering that his father has a prodigy. "She's earned 'er spot in the Kingsguard, but now she's got to earn 'er trust with 'er new brothers in arms and me self.ā
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