#knight simon

[idgabuck]

Added the background concept art I did and it’s coming together….. also lowkey last update as I want the final piece to hit different-

[sillylittlestoryteller]

My submission for @idgabuck's knight Simon diys! I love the tree in the background so much, I had so much fun with it :)

Check out the original here! (And while you are there, make sure to check out all the other cool artists!)

Early sketches and blood-less version (i was so scared to ruin it) under the read-more:

The kneeling knight might be my favorite alternate version!

[secretlysimpash]

Knight!Simon x Royal!Reader- Confiding and Devotion

In which your knight will do anything to keep you safe and happy... Anything.

content(s): GN reader, Ghost is your knight, royal au, mention of an arranged marriage

word count: 1,514

MDNI

Knight!Simon, who is devoted to Royal!Reader. He's loyal like a dog, guards you with his life and refuses to leave your side. Even if he may never be more than a knight to you, he will stay with you and do whatever it takes to keep you safe and happy.

Simon, who is known to all as Ghost, knew that you probably didn't need him to walk you through the garden or accompany you in the castle's library... But he always does it anyway, simply because you asked. Simply because it's you. And for you, Ghost would do absolutely anything. 

And maybe you shouldn't confide in your knight, whose loyalty bordered on infatuation. In fact, the line between devotion out of duty and devotion borne of adoration and longing became so fine that it was nonexistent to Ghost. But you did, you told him everything and he guarded those secrets with his life just as fiercely as he guarded you.

"I do not wish to be rude to the chefs, and I do not want to complain to them as I know they work hard," you said after dinner one night, while Ghost observed you going through the motions of your nightly routine. "But the venison was... Horrid. It tasted as if the poor deer died twice."

"Hm. I could pass the message along to them." Ghost offered, dark brown eyes tracking your every movement. "Could tell them to get their act together before their hands get mounted on the wall."

"God, no... Please, no." You said, fighting the urge to laugh at the ridiculous threat. If you could see beneath Ghost’s face covering, you would see a smile curling at the corners of his scarred lips. "Perhaps I'll leave a cookbook in their quarters instead, open it to a page on venison... But please, leave their hands alone."

On another occasion, you griped about how uncomfortable an outfit for a ball was. How it felt like you were being strangled by your own clothes. Midway through the ball, Ghost made an excuse to take you aside so he could discreetly loosen the fabric around your neck. The timing was perfect too, as you were forced to dance with the heir to a neighboring kingdom who had two left feet.

“My knight, did you see? They wouldn’t stop stepping on my toes,” you muttered, tilting your chin up as Ghost undid the topmost button at your collar. “Do you think it was on purpose?”

“Unsure,” Ghost replied, his eyes darted over to the bumbling royal in question. “Though I would hope not.”

He stuck close to your side the rest of the night, glaring daggers at the royal every time they even breathed in your direction.

But in the days following the extravagant party, something was weighing on your mind... And you refused to say a word of what it was. Ghost could see how fake your smiles were, how forced it all felt as you went through the motions of your routines. It looked as though you were losing sleep too, but he did not want to press the matter... Not since your elderly parents always seemed to be hovering now. Speaking of which, the king and queen seemed happier than usual, all smiles… Oblivious to their own heir’s dismay. It was a week after the ball when you showed up at your dear knight’s quarters... Puffy eyed and trembling slightly, your regal attire rumpled along with your hair.

"Your Grace... Has something happened...?" He asked carefully. For once, he was out of his armor, the helmet he normally wore nowhere in sight. "Come inside, tell me what troubles you."

You barely waited for his invitation to enter his chamber, frantic yet still trying to maintain your perfect, regal air. Ghost hated it, hated how it looked so forced… But he could see the cracks, he could see how the professionalism was melting away and leaving his exhausted charge. Rubbing aggressively at your eyes, you gathered the courage to speak.

"Simon... I am expected to marry the heir to the neighboring kingdom." The use of his true name, not 'Ghost', not 'my knight'... But Simon. It caught him off guard. You had never used his name before, Ghost didn't even believe you knew it. "They… My parents have arranged for me to... They're marrying me off. Simon, I don’t want this, I don’t want to lose…" You trailed off, your eyes looking miles away. Perhaps into a future without… Something, or someone.

"Your Grace... No..." Ghost's rumbling voice seemed softer than ever as he reached for your hands. "I... I will remain your knight. You will not lose me." That much he was sure of. But you shook your head, and his heart sank.

"You will remain my knight. Always, Simon." You confirmed, and Ghost relaxed just a bit. "But I do not wish to lose my freedom... To marry them would mean being tethered to another... No, I refuse. I refuse…!” Your voice climbed up an octave as you continued, and Ghost swiftly closed the door to his chamber before making his way to you. “I will not marry a person I barely know, it will be over my dead body. Kingdom politics be damned... No!" As you went on, repeating yourself until your voice broke, fresh tears tumbled from your eyes once more.

Ghost was at a loss for words... Which you could hardly tell, since he was generally silent anyway. But he took you into his arms and held you as you sobbed into his shoulder. Every mournful sob and wrack of your body felt like a knife in his heart. Your knight shushed you, stroked your head as he let you cry… Until you grew tired and he carried you to your own quarters. All the while, the cogs in his head turned faster than they ever have, a plan took shape and the desire to act grew. 

After that night, that moment of you confiding in your knight once again, Ghost got to work. While your aging parents helped you, their only heir who was finally going to get married and take over for them, Ghost formulated a plan. One involving a rogue noble who was now hailed as a villain, an ex-prince who fled his own kingdom, and a knight turned charming thief... Plus a few castle servants who he paid off to assist, to set up a scene.

You awoke one night to Ghost at your bedside, shaking you until you woke up. He motioned for you to stay silent, though his eyes pleaded for you to trust him. Instead of his armor, he wore something lighter... Still protective, but something that wouldn't clank or rustle much.

And since this is your knight, the one who you trust with your secrets and life, you stood and let him lead the way. Ghost led you out of the castle, and stopped to fix a shawl over you. He lifted the hood to make sure your face was covered enough. Then you went to the stalls, and he helped you onto the back of the black and white stallion he trained himself. 

"My knight... Might I ask where we're going this late...?" You finally asked after he hopped on himself, your arms instinctively wrapping around his middle. Why you didn’t ask sooner was no mystery… You trusted him, even in your confusion.

"Somewhere safe," Ghost explained over the clomping of hooves. "Somewhere where you won't have to marry a stranger... Your parents will believe they took you." He made sure to thank those servants on the way to your room, the ones who promised to set up the 'evidence' of a crime that never happened. "Let them believe it, let both kingdoms fight to the bloody death."

Ghost sounded cold, cruel, but when he glanced back at you for a split second you could see nothing but warmth in his eyes. And in his voice there was a reverence which was unmistakable.

"Both kingdoms could fall for all I care. So long as you are safe and sound... That is all I will ever care about,"  said Ghost with deep devotion resonating in each word. "And where we're going, nobody will judge or sell us out. It will only be us, Your Grace."

Your head rested against his back, and your arms tightened ever so slightly around your fearless knight. It almost sounded too good to be true. "How could we be sure that they won't... That I won't be dragged back kicking and screaming, and you'll be... God, Simon, they would have you executed."

And to your surprise, he just laughed, shoulders shaking slightly.

"So would all of the others there. We'll be in the company of the disgraced. Of someone who despises their own kingdom and any kingdoms like it. Of a thief. Three individuals whose heads will roll if any of us get caught.” Ghost said as the two of you rode further away from your kingdom. “We will be safe, Your Grace."

[selene131]

Knight!Simon Riley × princess reader

Once upon a time, there was a kingdom - united, prosperous, and at peace - until the death of its king, who left behind two sons.

Both desired the crown.

No compromise was reached.

And so, the kingdom was divided in two.

One son ruled the North.

The other ruled the South.

For years, there were no great wars between them. Both kingdoms remained neutral, growing, and coexisting.

In the North, the king had a daughter born before he ever became a ruler. He kept her hidden from the world, hoping that one day she could be married off to a noble wealthy enough to secure political and economic gain.

Over time, she learned how to make herself even more invisible than she already was.

She left the castle whenever she pleased - cloaked in midnight, swallowed by the shadows of the night.

No one suspected her absence.

No one noticed.

No one cared.

At first, she wandered the nearby forests, stargazing in solitude.

Eventually, she found a way into the Southern Kingdom.

There, she tasted freedom for the first time.

No one knew who she was.

No one placed expectations upon her.

No one watched her - and for the first time, she loved it.

She witnessed festivals and dances.

And so she returned.

Again and again - always in secret.

That was where she met him.

At first, she only knew him as a man who stepped between her and danger one evening in a tavern - when a drunk man, bold enough, refused to leave her alone.

Simon intervened.

Later, she learned who he truly was... one of the highest-ranked knights in the service of the Southern king.

Their bond grew slowly.

They spent hours by the river, wrapped in comfortable silence.

He never asked questions.

She never offered more than she wished to give.

He brought her small gifts - trinkets from the local market or tokens gathered during his travels beside the king.

Simple things that reminded him of her.

Time passed.

They grew closer.

Their first kiss came months later.

Simon knew he was breaking one of the most sacred rules of knighthood - but he didn’t care.

He had feelings for her.

She was the warm, gentle light in his life - the proof that living was worth it.

He had become a knight out of obligation, not desire.

Then, after years of peace, war came.

The two kingdoms clashed.

The North burned.

And Simon knew. He had always known who she truly was - though he never dared to say it out loud.

So when the moment came, he broke his oath to the South.

He rode north to save her.

But he was too late.

She was gone - taken far away.

Still, Simon did not stop.

He mounted his horse once more.

And he went to find her.

A/N: I finally found the chance to sit down and write this. This scenario has been living in my mind for the past few months, and I needed to write it and see it take form. (Not historically accurate at all - my inner art historian is suffering)

[idkmanitsthecryptids]

Hopping on that sweet sweet train of @idgabuck DIYS!!!

I was amazed at the work they put into the piece and I absolutely love their muppet brain and their ideas!! Thank you for this opportunity and I can’t wait to work more on it.

May have to click for better quality, thanks tumblr

[violet-ursus]

Coat of arms for the Knight Simon Au

[a-leg-without-fear]

LEG WHY HAVE I SEEN ZERO POSTS ABOUT KNIGHT SIMON?? Need a whole headcanon list now after seeing monster Simon get not one, but TWO

I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M NOTHING IF NOT A VEHICLE FOR THE MASSES!! i humbly offer some knight simon in recompense

knight simon, who wins the honor of being your personal guard through a tournament. the first prize was a large sum of money. but he turns it down in favor of getting to guard you every day

knight simon, who got first in the tournament despite missing an arm (this made dame ava pissed)

knight simon, who kneels at your feet and looks at you like you hung the moon as you swear him into your service

knight simon, who follows you around with a quiet yet contemplative look on his face

knight simon, who doesn't say much, but his eyebrows are so expressive you're usually able to tell what's on his mind

knight simon, who watches how you conduct yourself among your peers and your subjects with so much grace, he can feel himself falling for you

knight simon, who stands back as you entertain the guests at a ball. who's silently jealous of every person you dance with, knowing that it should be him

knight simon, who goes on weekly walks through the woods with you so you can get a break from the city life

knight simon, who starts picking flowers for you despite not knowing anything about them

knight simon, who protects you when your castle is invaded by a throng of religious zealots loyal to Eden

knight simon, who sneaks you out of the city and takes the two of you onto the road

knight simon, who teaches you how to hunt and forage, who holds your arms steady as you aim a bow at your first kill, who teaches you how to clean that kill while still respecting the life that was lost

knight simon, who finally admits he loves you after it's clear you'll never be restored to your station

knight simon, who settles down with you on a farm where the two of you live in peace with a flock of silkie chickens

[lapinaenmicoche]

chat, I'm trying to find a Knight Simon Riley x Reader fic (it was 3ish parts) here in Tumblr!

Essentially, we are a handmaiden for Queen Victoria (John Price is the King) and we are gifted to Simon as his wife. Simon lowkey can see visions of the future?? It wasn't a major plot point but it was a detail I remember. We end up pregnant and eventually take the throne from John. And queen Victoria ends up with John Mactavish. The style of the posts were gray and sort of gothic????