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Dr. Abbot x Reader- Where we left off Chapter Three

You never imagined yourself working in a hospital, but something about helping children in need pulled you in and refused to let go. Now, as a Child Life assistant at Allegheny General Hospital, you take pride in bringing comfort and laughter to young patients during their darkest moments. Your bubbly personality and unwavering compassion make you easy to trust — and hard to forget.

Especially for Dr. Abbot.

Your past with Jack was never simple, and working side by side only makes it harder to ignore the feelings still lingering beneath the surface. When a difficult case puts both your hearts and strengths to the test, old wounds begin to resurface. As emotions run high and the stakes grow even higher, you’ll have to decide if some connections are meant to be left in the past… or fought for.

Set in the world of The Pitt, this story explores healing, second chances, and the fragile line between professional duty and matters of the heart.

Pushing against the desk I lean fully back into my chair, the plush back rest concave to my form giving my back the necessary support that I’ve been craving since coming back into the office. Rubbing my eyes the release of euphoria encompasses both eyes as I push in further, digging into the soft tissue to relieve the stinging that has been present for quite some time. Even though I’ve been doing day shift for a few weeks now, the last hour of my shift is like pulling teeth. 

Pulling away from my eyes I stare down at the paperwork littering my workspace, small sparks dance around the corners of my eyes indicating I really shouldn’t have been rubbing them for that long. Nonetheless, I can’t keep postponing my work. I've already been finding lame excuses to not leave my office like going over files from last week's shift, or going through old paperwork and organizing patients by color coding their floors, or going through the shelves and making a list of what items we can ask to be donated. Which is what I’ve decided I’ll be doing at this very moment. 

Standing up from my chair I grab a blank notepad from underneath a random pile of paperwork and slowly make my way down each shelf, making useless notes about how we are missing minor items from board games. Running a hand through my hair I laugh at how stupid I’m being right now, am I really going to let a single man make me hide away in my office? It’s not like he’s going to actually bother to find me here, so why the hell would he try and find me in this entire hospital. But in the back of my mind his words replay in my mind, “I’ve been meaning to call you” and how stupidly good he looked while saying that. Closing my eyes I envision how his combed salt and pepper hair would look as I dig my finger tip through it, messing up his composed facade and making him lose himself by the mere touch of me. My chest tightens at the thought, my neck forms goosebumps as I reminisce on how I do know how good it feels to dig my fingers through his hair. But most of all how good it feels to have his mouth on mine, I wish I could go back, to experience it just one more time. 

Taking a deep breath the ticking of the clock resets my mind as I’m reminded of where I am, and not where I want to be. Clutching the note pad I look back to the shelf that’s in front of me. As I begin to write down more items there’s a knock on the door, taking a breath I sense of relief fills my mind as whoever is at the door will offer me an escape from my mind and the memories that rush through. Telling them I’ll be there in a moment, I rush back to my desk tossing the notepad, and swing open the door after a moment expecting to see one of the nurses from the pediatric unit. Instead of bright colored scrubs I’m met with back scrubs and the broad chest of Dr. Abbot. 

Furrowing my brows I lean against the door frame, “I didn’t expect to see you here Doctor Abbot.” I emphasize his title hoping he’ll pick up that I don't wish to have a personal conversation. That we are nothing more than professionals that need to focus on our shared patient. 

Smirking at me he brings one of his arms to lean against the door frame as he looks at me, by the smile that is growing on the corner of his lips he can see the game I’m trying to play but is slowly losing as my attention is drawn to his bicep. “Well it’s good to see you again (F/n), as I mentioned earlier I wanted to ask you a question.” Leaning against the frame even more his bicep bulges against the sleeve of his scrubs, “So will you let me in?”

No, no, no! I can’t let him, all of the tears I have shed and all the restless nights I spent thinking of him would be all for nothing! I need to stay strong and put my foot down, I need to end whatever game he’s trying to play. Taking a deep breath I meet his gaze once more, “Fine. But only for a moment, unlike you I have things I need to get done.” Moving aside I open the door wider so that he can enter, and I kick myself as I think about how I just went against everything I have said. 

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Abbot stands against my desk, leaning on his hands so that he can stay facing forward to watch as I stand a few feet away. My body is positioned so my back is against a metal shelf, the cold of the metal bites into the thin parts of my clothing but it's keeping me grounded. I can’t let myself swoon over his words and get hurt again. I give him a moment to look around as I remember it’s his first time in my office, but this is a moment too long that I give myself to look at him. I regret not turning the overhead lights on as his body is silhouetted by the small lamp that sits on my desk, his strong build is softened by the warm glow the lamp illuminates. 

Half-heartedly I listen to him make a comment about how he didn’t expect my office to be cramped, I attempt to listen but I know this isn’t what he wanted to question me about. Putting my hand up to silently command him to stop talking I interrupt him.  “What is it you’d like to discuss Doctor Abbot?” 

His attention turns back to me, and softens into a carefree smile ”I told you to call me by my first name when we're alone.” God do I miss seeing him like this, when he’s down in the ER it’s like he’s a completely different person. 

”Like I said, what is it you would like to discuss Doctor Abbot.” Crossing my arms I won't budge, and from the giddiness that’s in his eyes this is getting him excited. He enjoys how I’m not easy, this was a known fact. 

Pushing off the desk he slowly steps forward to where I stand, with each step he takes the invisible thread that connects us tightens to a point of almost snapping. He stands in front of me and leans down so I can hear his lowered voice.

“I wanted to apologize for what I said in the past,” Standing above me from what's being mirrored in his eyes we are both reminiscing on what happened, “it’s been a while since I have felt these… emotions.” The wall that I have been carefully building between us cracks at his words, what does he mean by all this? If he truly felt this way, then why did he turn me away. The grasp I held on my arms soften as his hands caress my shoulders, softly squeezing and pulling my body an inch forward. The wall still stands so I don’t lean into his pull, his playful smirk returns as I remain against the shelf. “(F/n), you know I have been taught to push away all emotions. But with you, you make these emotions boil over into something almost unmanageable. I lose all sense of control when you’re around, but I lose myself when you’re not near me.” 

Feeling the wall crack even more I shake my head at his words, “If you felt this way with me Abbot then why did you push me away? You told me that we couldn’t be anything more than coworkers, mind you after we had made out in some back alley of a bar.” My words are strong as I make him see how illogical his thinking was. My voice cracks as I continue, “Do you understand how stupid this all made me feel when you said those words to me? Because how could a woman like me who is younger and barely has her life together possibly be with a man like you?” Tears threaten to fall, because after all this time I hadn’t said those words aloud. I had always repeated them in my mind hoping they weren’t true. 

“You are mistaken (F/n),” releasing the grasp on my shoulders his hands travel to my neck where one stays firmly planted on the back, as the other mores to caress my cheek “I don’t have it together, and in fact I’m barely hanging on. But with you I feel like there’s a chance for me to be human again, so when I say this I truly mean it as a broken man.” Once again he tugs at my body to move closer and this time I listen, my arms fall and grasp onto the fabric on his chest. “I don’t regret a single thing we shared with each other, you are the reason I don’t jump from this damn building after every shift. I want you to be with me (F/n), and I want you all for myself.” 

Swallowing hard my breath quickens as he stares intently at me, there isn’t even a hint of a possible lie. He has meant every single word he said… and with that the wall I had forcefully put between us crumbles as I pull him closer. Whispering as our faces draw near I smile like a damn fool, “Then take me. I’m yours Jack.” 

There’s no hesitation as his lips come crashing into mine and were left to mindlessly attempt to crawl into each other's skin, it seems like on both ends we can’t be close enough. Even with our lips rapidly pushing against each other he craves more of me, as there’s no hesitation to him biting down on my lower lip. I gasp and he takes the opportunity to welcome himself into my mouth. Our tongues dance in a familiar beat, one that we had before but this one is different. This time around he has no self control, last time his hands stayed where they currently are but at this very moment the hand that had been caressing my face moves to grab my ass. The pleasure that erupts from my throat only fuels him more, my mind is no longer functioning as he is all I can think about. I’m flooded with emotions that are so strong I don’t know what to call them, is it need? No, that isn’t strong enough for what I feel for him at this moment. I’m lustful to have Jack all to myself at this very moment. 

Releasing my grip from his chest one hand firmly grabs hold of his bicep and selfishly squeezes on the muscles that ripple at each squeeze he gives my ass, as the other hand makes quick work to tangle itself in his hair. This is what I have been dreaming of since the moment I met him. To be tangled in the mess that is Doctor Jack Abbot, and to seek pleasure in what I know he can deliver. 

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Dr. Abbot x Reader- Where we left off Chapter Two

You never imagined yourself working in a hospital, but something about helping children in need pulled you in and refused to let go. Now, as a Child Life assistant at Allegheny General Hospital, you take pride in bringing comfort and laughter to young patients during their darkest moments. Your bubbly personality and unwavering compassion make you easy to trust — and hard to forget.

Especially for Dr. Abbot.

Your past with Jack was never simple, and working side by side only makes it harder to ignore the feelings still lingering beneath the surface. When a difficult case puts both your hearts and strengths to the test, old wounds begin to resurface. As emotions run high and the stakes grow even higher, you’ll have to decide if some connections are meant to be left in the past… or fought for.

Set in the world of The Pitt, this story explores healing, second chances, and the fragile line between professional duty and matters of the heart.

It's been a little over a half hour and the girl beside me hasn’t let up on her screaming. Everytime her voice breaks from overuse, my heart breaks with it. This poor child witnessed her mother being brutally attacked and having to watch her die. For a moment I allow myself to go elsewhere, we need to think about the logistics of the situation. For one, she needs to be examined and if there are any wounds treated. Second, she needs a psych evaluation and I need to get her to open up so that she can get the necessary help but if she's too far gone then I'm no help in this situation. Running my hand through my hair the scrapping of my fingertips sends a shiver down my spine. I look across the room to see that Dr. Abbot has been looking in my direction and his gaze causes my body to tense. I can’t tell what he’s thinking and it’s driving me insane. His intense stare in my direction makes my body involuntarily warm, and it doesn't help that my body brings up the memory of his touch on my skin. How his fingers traced my jaw… or how his hand fit perfectly on the back of my scalp pulling my hair…

I need to stop! This is insane! Shaking my head I pull my attention away from him and back on to the little girl. Lowering myself onto the floor from the chair I had been sitting on, my hand reaches out hesitantly as my bottom now sits on the hard tile. Sensing the shift for the first time I’m able to see her face as her head whips to my direction and she's a mess, her tanned skin is blotchy from crying so much and her button nose is running like a broken faucet. 

Lowering my head so that we are at the same height I offer her a soft smile, “Hello, my name is (F/n),” making sure my voice is low and calm. I continue to reach out “what’s your name sweetheart?” Seeing my hand reaching out in her direction her body stiffens and she begins to cry once again, but she's no longer screaming and instead is curling into a tight ball where you can only hear muffled cries. 

Pulling my hand back I offer her a reassuring hush, pulling the bag that had been hanging loosely on my shoulder I open it to see the pink teddy bear staring back at me. As I shuffle through the bag I continue to offer hushed reassurance that we aren’t here to hurt her. After a moment I pulled out the final item from the bag and placed it beside me; the teddy bear is sitting atop the game Pretty Pretty Princess. Pushing the items closer to her I gently tap her shoulder. Even though I touched her softly her body jerks away. Keeping my voice low once more I call out to her, “When you’re ready I have some things we can play with… so take your time and I’ll be over here with the doctor.” Standing from my position on the floor I quietly walk to where Dr. Abbot crouches, and just like him I let my back slide down the wall but I sit flatly on the floor pulling my knees to my chest. The silence that sits between us is insufferable, and he isn’t making it easy because from the corner of my eye I can see him looking at me. 

Wrapping my arms around my legs I settle into a comfortable position, this is going to take a while. Thankfully someone from up above heard my prayer but not in the way I had hopped as I heard a hushed whisper calling my name. Still looking ahead I grunt as a response. Dr Abbot doesn't take the hint that I’m not interested as he continues to whisper to me, “It’s nice to see you (F/n), I wasn’t expecting us to work together so this is a nice surprise.” His voice is sultry as he whispers, like a piece of dark chocolate that you let sit on your tongue. Clenching my jaw I internally scream at myself for even giving him the satisfaction of knowing I’m listening. From the corner of my eye I see him shuffle closer, instead of crouching he also sits flat on the floor with his legs extended. Clenching my jaw even tighter I can feel his arm brush against mine as he adjusts to get comfortable. His voice lowers again, my chest tightens as I can feel his warm breath against my ear, “I’ve been meaning to call you, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you.” 

I can’t stop myself as a breathy laugh escapes from my lips, giving in I turn my head to face him and I’m met with a smirk that causes my breath to hitch. I hate it when he looks at me like that, lowering my voice to a whisper “Really? You’ve been meaning to call me to ask a question?” Sarcasm laces my words as I continue to look at his smirk that has grown. 

“That and I’ve missed seeing that face of yours…” for a moment I thought I caught his eyes glancing down to my lips as his words faded off into the air. 

Rolling my eyes I turn my attention back to the girl, to my surprise she's holding the bear watching us. Standing up I walk back to where I sat beside her, ignoring Abbot as he attempts to get my attention once more. 

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After a few hushed moments I learn that the girl's name is Ashely and Dana was right with the assumption of her being six. I have to strain my ears to listen to Ashely speak, I can only assume it hurts to speak from all the screaming she had done so now her voice is barely a whisper. Still sitting on the floor I lean forward and begin stroking the bear's head, Ashely watches intently looking ready to pull away if I even attempt to touch her. “I understand you’re scared right now,” my fingers rub the bears ears “but my friend over there is a doctor and he would like to take a look at you.” Her eyes glance over to where Abbot still sits against the wall, “And when he’s done me and you can play some games as we wait for my other friend Kiara to come, how does that sound?” 

Ashely stares distantly at Abbot, but it doesn't look as if she is even thinking about him. Her mind is clearly elsewhere, and seeing as she is calm in this moment I don't know when we’ll get another chance like this. Gesturing at the other side of the room to come here I listen closely as the uneven steps of Dr Abbot draws closer. When Abbot is only a step behind me he stops, settling down on the floor beside me I hear him ruminating through his pockets. 

“Ashely, my name is Doctor Abbot. I need you to tell me if you’re hurting anywhere?” His voice is calm, as he speaks his warm breath brushes against my neck sending a new wave of chills to prickle my skin. God I can still remember how his lips felt against mine, how just in a few moments I turned into putty in his hands… No stop! Blinking a few times I clear my body of the sensation I have been trying to dream of, I need to keep my focus on what's in front of me. In my daydream Abbot had been trying to ask Ashely more questions, but she continued to sit still staring in the distance. Even so, just as I turned back into reality I caught her mumbling something. 

Raising my eyebrow I lean in closer, “Can you repeat that Ashely? What are you trying to say?” 

A new wave of tears begin to fall down Ashely’s cheeks, they land on the blush fur of the bear hovering just above the plush body. “My Mom… she’s gone.” At this her tears once more break out into a tyrant river, but she has nothing left in her to scream all she can do is silently moan. 

Turning my head I look Abbot in his eyes, it doesn't need to be said. Without another word we both stand and exit the room giving Ashely the space she needs to mourn the loss of her mother. 

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Closing the door behind me I’m thankfully met by Kiara and a tall male that has the same dark curly hair as Ashely. I give the male a quick nod and excuse myself so that me and Kiara can speak privately leaving Abbot to induce himself to the male, as we step away I hear that the male is Ashely’s father and a wave of relief pushes the worry that had begun to grow back down. Making sure we are out of earshot I rub my face, exhaling the breath I didn’t realize I had been holding. “I’m sorry Kiara, but unfortunately I can’t be of any help at this stage. This girl isn’t in a safe mindset for my work to be effective.” 

Crossing her arms Kiara offers a smile nodding her head, “It’s that bad?” All I can do is nod in agreement, “Well I appreciate you coming down, I was held up somewhere else. Hopefully in a few hours she’ll be ready for you, will you be around for tonight’s shift?” Looking down at her watch I catch a glimpse seeing that it’s the late afternoon. 

“Well I’m only supposed to be here until five, but Tia will be here to take my place so someone will be here to help.” Shifting on my feet I look back at the room to see that the two men have disappeared. 

“That’s right. You switched from the night shift a few weeks back because of the thing with Jack right?” Whipping my head back to look at Kiara I see she has her signature unbothered look, after all these years I’m still surprised how she’s able to keep such a good poker face. 

Relaxing my shoulders I can’t help but break in front of her, “You’re making me regret telling you” turning back to face the room I listen to hear screaming but nothing comes, “but if you need to know yes, I did change my availability because of him.” 

“Listen as a professional I commend you for not pursuing a personal relationship with him. But as a friend I think you’re a fool for not trying again, since you switched your shifts that man has been a lost puppy.” 

I can’t help but hold back a laugh, “Well I appreciate the ego boost Kiara. I have other patients that require my attention, so when you can tell the puppy that if he needs me I’ll be in my office.” I begin my walk back to my office, passing by the charge station I give Dana a smile and walk to the elevator. 

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Visions Of Gideon (Simon Riley (Ghost)x Reader)- Chapter Fifteen

Hidden away behind palace walls, a lonely princess is given an unexpected protector: Sir Simon, the feared “Ghost of Knighthood,” a warrior whispered about like a monster in battle. But beneath his skull-like mask lies a man whose loyalty—and quiet devotion—belong entirely to her.

When Simon uncovers a deadly plot against her life, the princess must choose: stay and die for a kingdom that never valued her, or escape with the one man willing to destroy everything to keep her alive.

Danger, forbidden desire, and betrayal collide as she realizes the truth: the most frightening man in the kingdom may be the only one she can trust.

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Sitting at the edge of the bed, I watch her chest rise and fall in peaceful serenity. I have spent many nights keeping watch and making sure no harm comes to her. But tonight is different—she had fully exposed herself to me and allowed me to explore the unknowns of her body. This is a gift I will never forget. To feel her bare skin against mine, her excitement grazing my own from her breast, and to be inside the body of the woman I see as a goddess. Her body holds a type of relief I never realized she needed, so even in the safety of our room, I find myself watching her and all of her exposed glory.

Light pangs bounce off the roof, and gentle gurgles from the springs fill the night air. The previous times I stayed here, I was unable to appreciate the serenity of the springs, and with the sky falling down upon us, I’m left to my own thoughts. Standing from the edge of the bed, I keep my movements slow to ensure I don't wake her. My bare feet touch the wooden floor, and the small splintering pieces pinch the balls of my feet. It's to be expected that the floors aren’t in the best state, seeing as the air constantly holds moisture, and—like ourselves tonight—patrons don’t dry themselves completely before entering the sleeping quarters from the hot spring.

Walking over to the glass doors, I lean against the frame and watch as rain slides down, making faint, nearly invisible roads in their wake. Being so close to the outside, I feel the wind nip at my skin, and unfortunately, it brings me back to a time I never bother reminiscing about. One that very few know of.

―✧˖° ♛ °˖✧― 16 years earlier

Sitting against the stone wall, my toes curl at the sensation of mud pressing between them. Even after the rain had subsided hours before, the roads had become nothing more than muddy pits that could suck your shoes straight off if you weren’t careful. I was unfamiliar with the feeling, since our father couldn’t even concern himself with buying shoes for us—choosing instead to drown himself in liquor and force us to wait outside so we could drag his body back to the shack I called home.

Tommy lies next to me curled up in a ball. He, too, is waiting for Father to come out, but is choosing to catch up on the missing sleep we’re both desperate for. The pit in my stomach aches as the smell of bread twirls through the wind that passes where we sit. I can’t remember the last time we were rewarded with a warm meal, or clean water for that matter. Turning my eyes to the sky, I imagine flying myself and Tommy far away from this place. Maybe somewhere there is a kind lord who’s been unable to bear children and sees us as a blessing. Or maybe even a lonely spinster—would she give us warm meals every night?

Another gust of cold wind pushes through the grey sky, reminding me that there is no way in any world that could ever happen. The stinging of my exposed toes is a grim reminder that we can’t even afford the luxury of keeping a fire fed throughout the day. Looking back down at the mud, I curl inward, bringing my knees to my chest. The bones of my legs push against my ribcage uncomfortably, making my eyes close tightly as I push the thoughts of hunger away.

Even so, it doesn’t take long for the fantasy of warm bread touching my lips to wither away as the hand of my father rips me back into reality. It takes less than a few seconds for the stinging to bloom from my ear, enough for me to know I had gotten off easy with only a slap. This pain isn’t new to me; I know that if I show any emotion, I’ll only get hit again—harder. Bringing my head up from my knees, I see the worn-out shoes of my father. I could recognize them in a crowd—they’ve kicked me more times than I can remember. I only dare to look at his shoes as he leans down, grabbing Tommy by his elbow and dragging him to his feet. It doesn't take long for Tommy to begin sobbing. Beside Father’s shoes, Tommy’s bare feet barely touch the ground. Another one of Father’s favorite sports: seeing how long it takes for our ears to bleed as he holds us by the bottoms of our lobes, dangling our bodies off the ground.

“Get up, Simon. I need to get back to the house before our company arrives.” At his command, Tommy is dropped to the ground, leaving the two of us to follow behind. Bringing my head up for the first time, I see—not Father’s face—but the back of his balding head. Using the rare moment, I offer my hand to Tommy. Even though Father uses us against each other, it isn’t fair what he’s doing. It isn’t fair for him to take his anger out on his sleeping son simply for not being ready when he deems it necessary. And for a moment, I hope Tommy will take my hand as an act of kindness.

Unfortunately, Tommy’s eyes flick to my extended hand with disgust, and he pushes it away.

Wincing, Tommy stands and whispers harshly under his breath as he passes me: “I don’t need your help.” His shoulder slams into my elbow, leaving a dull ache in its wake—our bodies both nothing but skin and bone. “I’m not weak. Unlike you, coward.”

Just like that, the little hope I felt dissolves. Looking down at the muddled road, I can see the abstract imprint of Tommy’s body. I could turn around and make an example of my “manhood” to Father, beat Tommy for his words. If I did that, I might even earn myself an extra piece of goat cheese if Father was in a good mood. But I can’t do that. Instead, I look down at the road and listen to the squashing of Tommy’s bare feet in the uneven mud, our footsteps blending into the noise of the town.

―✧˖° ♛ °˖✧― 10 years earlier

The warm breath of spring dances across my face as I lean against one of the many trees in the town square. Townspeople rush around bargaining for a loaf of bread or a cotton tunic I could never dream of owning. But that doesn’t matter. Looking past the crowd, everyone blurs into a heap of fog—everyone except her. Laughing with a group of women, she stands under the shining sun in all her glory. Just gazing at her makes my hands go numb, my chest pounding in a way that is new to me. This affection—whatever it is—is unforgettable. I’m convinced she is the only one who will ever make me feel this way.

I’ve been watching her for a few months now. I first noticed her around winter solstice when the brothel she works for offered free dancing to those who paid for their services. To some, it was a useless deal, but those who actually listened knew the women there were some of the only people for miles who knew how to professionally dance. And it was her dancing that caught my eye. I had been pickpocketing nobles who bothered to descend into the lowly town they ruled over when shimmering fabric caught my attention. She danced gracefully around the patron who paid for her, spinning on the tips of her toes, whirling a white fabric in the air. In the candlelight, the fabric looked like a fresh layer of morning snow. She knew all eyes were on her, yet she carried a sense of freedom—as if she didn’t care who watched, dancing out of pure joy.

It was in that moment she stole my heart. Now she stands with her fellow workers basking in the sun. I don’t know her name, but she is like a fox in a field of wildflowers. Her red hair is slicked back behind her ears, accentuating her narrow brown eyes and her prominent cheekbones. I imagine that on nights she dreams of freedom, she could transform into a fox without effort.

Releasing the breath trapped in my lungs, I momentarily glance at a young boy brushing past me. When I look back—she’s gone.

“Damn it.” I close my eyes, wringing out the frustration bubbling into anger. It isn’t the kid’s fault she disappeared… even if it feels like it. Pushing myself from the tree, I open my eyes once more—and she’s standing beneath the tree with me. The numbness in my hands returns, and all the air is knocked from my chest. In the shade, her hair no longer glistens, yet she’s just as beautiful—if not more now that she’s only steps away.

I want to grab her, tell her she’s had my attention since the moment I first saw her, but my mouth is drier than soil in a farmer’s summer harvest.

“You’re staring again.” Her voice could resurrect a dead man.

I try to speak, but all that escapes is silence.

Giggling, she steps closer. “How old are you? You must be at least twenty?” I shake my head. “Oh? Older, then?”

Finally, I manage to gather a string of words. “I’m sixteen, my lady.” She laughs and covers her mouth with delicate fingers.

“My apologies, boy—you look much older. Your appearance is charming, so I couldn’t refrain from approaching you and offering some of my… services.” Her voice drops to a sultry whisper. Heat flushes my face, and I avert my gaze. She doesn’t take the hint. Instead, I feel her hand slide under my jaw, tilting my face toward her. “It goes against my morals to offer young men my services, but believe me when I say you could make any woman fall to her knees. Find me when you’re older… I can teach you a few tricks.”

My mind can’t comprehend all she means by that. As I open my mouth—begging to convince her to let me visit her just once—she vanishes.

I search wildly among the crowd, but she’s gone. Still, a new thought takes hold. For the first time in my life, someone called me charming. Normal townsfolk look at me the way an owner looks at a flea-ridden mutt. But to her, I was someone worth approaching with no prior reason.

Pride washes over me. In a normal life, a father would take pride in knowing that a sought-after woman found his son desirable. But my father was not normal. I could argue he wasn’t even human. When he heard—from one of his drinking buddies—that the woman he’d been trying to claim had her eyes on me, you’d think death had come knocking for him. That very night he attacked me in my sleep, gouging my face so no one would ever want to look at me again—so I would finally look like the monster he believed I was.

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Squeaking wood brings me back to the doorway. Looking behind me, I see that (F/n) has simply shifted in her sleep, causing the bed frame to creak. I hadn’t thought about the fox-faced woman for years; the memory makes the gouge my father left ache in a haunting way.

I don’t understand why tonight, of all nights, is the one where all these memories crawled back. It must be because the woman I’ve dreamt of for years looks at me in a way only poets can describe. She sees me as a man, not a monster who killed all that damned his soul to hell. My fists clench as I watch her chest rise and fall, her body curled into the blankets—leaving a space for me to lay beside her. Even in her slumber, she cares for me.

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Dr. Abbot Fic- Where we left off Chapter One

You never imagined yourself working in a hospital, but something about helping children in need pulled you in and refused to let go. Now, as a Child Life assistant at Allegheny General Hospital, you take pride in bringing comfort and laughter to young patients during their darkest moments. Your bubbly personality and unwavering compassion make you easy to trust — and hard to forget.

Especially for Dr. Abbot.

Your past with Jack was never simple, and working side by side only makes it harder to ignore the feelings still lingering beneath the surface. When a difficult case puts both your hearts and strengths to the test, old wounds begin to resurface. As emotions run high and the stakes grow even higher, you’ll have to decide if some connections are meant to be left in the past… or fought for.

Set in the world of The Pitt, this story explores healing, second chances, and the fragile line between professional duty and matters of the heart.

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Walking along the shelves my gaze looks down at the clipboard in my hands as I attempt to find the specific items requested: a light-bright, don’t break the ice and a few other oddly specific games that I’m unaware have ever been made. But I can’t stop myself from smiling at the request, these kids know what they want and I’m going to try my best to make it happen. Stopping before the stuffed animal shelf, my free hand glides over them, I analyze the different textures trying to find a soft and non-scratchy, their words not mine, animal that a new patient requested in general pediatric care. 

I spend too much time over analyzing the stuffed animals that when my pager goes off I jump at the sound. Fiddling around in my pockets I pull out the small black pager, the loud beeping continues to fill the small closet as I look at the number displayed on the screen. Sighing I recognize the number to be the emergency room on the ground floor, a bundle of nerves tug my stomach upward. It’s never been good when I’m requested down to the emergency department. Tossing my clipboard onto a random shelf causing infant toys to begin to sing nursery rhymes or sing the colors of the rainbow.

Shaking my head I silence the pager, stuffing it once more into my slacks, and replace it with my phone. Dialing the number it only takes two rings before I hear a familiar voice of an older female. 

“Emergency Department you’ve got Dana Evan’s, how can I help you?”, just by her tone alone I can tell they are being over worked. “Hello Dana! This is (F/n) (L/n), I just got a pager request from your department. How can I assist you!” Even though she can’t see me I smile brightly as I keep my tone on the happier side. 

There’s a slight pause and in the background I can hear nurses running around, with muffled screaming “You’re just the person we need (F/n), we need a bag for a six year-old little girl,” as Dana talks I find myself walking over to a half filled bag that is labeled with the child’s age range, “If possible we need you to come down ASAP.” 

“I’m on my way, do you know if she-“ before I can finish there’s a click indicating that our phone call had ended. Pulling the phone away from my ear I can’t help but sigh at this. I understand they’re busy down there but I’m not exactly a mind reader. Throwing the bag onto my shoulder I turn back to where the shelves of stuffed animals sat, barely coming to a halt I grab a blush colored teddy bear that has a white ribbon tied around its neck. You never know what kids are experiencing down there so I’ve learned it is always better to be over prepared than under. As I rush to the door my hand throws open my desk drawer as I pull out a bag of Hershey kisses, and with that I’m racing down the hallways to where my next patient awaits. 

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It isn’t long before I stand in front of the charge nurses station waiting for Dana to arrive, looking around the emergency department is packed full of patients having to be looked at in the hallways. There’s an overwhelming sense of anxiety and dread circulating through the air, I have to remind myself to relax as I begin to fiddle with the edge of my cardigan. Looking around once more I feel a hand place itself on my shoulder, and it's Dana guiding me to a different direction. Dropping the cardigan I had been playing with I smiled at Dana, “It’s always a pleasure to see you Dana! You are looking as lovely as ever.” She laughs at me continuing to guide me down the hall. 

“You are too kind (F/n), flattery goes a long way down here.” As we walk down the hall a distant scream grows louder with each step, assuming it is the same person I had heard over the phone I can now place it as a child. We stop before a room labeled as the family waiting area and the screaming is only slightly muffled. “This is who you’ll be helping us with, she was brought with her mother who was found in a back alley with stab wounds. She was only found because someone walking down the street heard her crying.” My smile softens as I peer into the window on the door to a small girl curled onto the floor screaming her dark hair blocks me from seeing any of her features. 

Turning back to face Dana I can see sympathy edged into her eyes, “Do you know if the mother will make it or is she…” I let my statement fall flat into the air, Dana nods. “I understand, do you know if she has any injuries?” Peering back into the room she has yet to move, my gaze swipes over to the other side of the room to see who has been observing her and my heart skips a beat at who is crouched against the far wall away from her. Dana sensing my surprise pats my shoulder, “Dr. Abbot volunteered to treat her, but unfortunately she hasn’t made it easy for anyone to help her.’’ Swallowing hard I nod at her, I shouldn’t be feeling this way. But I can’t stop my heart rate from speeding up and a strong blush from rising to my cheeks. Looking back once more at Dana I give her one last reassuring smile before my hand pushes down on the door knob and I walk through the doorway to meet my new patient. 

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Dark Paradise (Kylo Ren x Reader)- Chapter Four

Taken from your original planet filled with sparkling waters and ocean creatures far more beautiful than one could comprehend, you are now trapped in a glass cage forced to entertain your kidnappers and the horrendous guests that gaze upon your form. Sirens were thought to be a myth in the galaxy, but when commander Kylo Ren hears rumors that one has been captured he lets his curiosity take control.

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Shrouded in madness I attempt to swim towards the cave, but my body is frozen. Wishing to move my arms I’m met with fire pulsing down to my fingertips, with a pitiful attempt to swish my tail I can only scream in agony. What was once flaming lesions has morphed into what I can only imagine my skin and scales melting off of my bones, even during my spiteful and vengeful days of laying in the back corner of my prison I never wished this painful fate on my kidnappers. 

The bubbles have grown rapid that I can no longer hear the screaming of the man I have been bound to behind the glass, or the pleading of the creature that I had been speaking to just moments prior. The tips of my fingers curl inward in tight unnatural movements, this is all too much. Gasping at the water around me the water chokes within my throat. The burning that encases the insides of the wall of my throat is nothing like I have experienced before. Even when I had been taken from the clean waters of my home planet and placed in the prison of my enclosure, the tainted water had never caused my body to contort itself against an unbearable pain. 

This must be a punishment from the ancient mothers; they must have decided that it would be better to kill me off then let the men that have captured me find out about the secrets of sirens. For the possibility of finding out where the other sirens reside and take them for their own selfish pleasures, yes… that must be it. Internally I plead with the mothers to make my death more swift, all that is left for me to do is accept my fate. Never again will I feel the cold waters of my ocean, or hear the harmonious melodies of the mothers as we welcome new life into our sisterhood. More importantly, never again will I be able to rest my gaze on the man that now shares my soul… never again will I lay awake feeling our hearts beat to one rhythm. 

Shutting my eyes I await for the sweet grasp of death to take me away from this prison; but it never comes. What should have been a gentle pull into darkness and to be reunited with the sisters of the past was instead a whiplash. My body is ripped from the water, and before I could even open my eyes to see what has happened a pair of large arms cradled my body. It reminds me of the suns that perch themselves in the sky, waves of comfort travel through my limbs slowly pushing the burning pain to leave. When only dull aches remind only then my eyes flutter open. 

Wanting to shield my eyes from the sudden change of light I’m left to only squint as I take in my surroundings, feeling too weak to move I can only search what is above. But if I was only able too look above and never move for the remainder of my life I could die happily, because for the first time I’m able to look at the other half of my soul without glass standing in our way. I can only stare at him in admiration. 

His skin is fair and soft, the light from the room reflects off of his eyes in a way I have never seen before. The dark browns and black that swirl at the center enchant me like a sunken treasure chest, seemingly long forgotten but when it is found shines brighter than the night sky. His lips beckon for mine, though they are sculpted into a frown as his eyes look over my body. Noticing that I’m awake, his brows release from their downward position, I watch as the muscles within his face relax. Giddiness bubbles in my chest at the thought that the man before me was worried about my well being, wishing to comfort him I dare to open my mouth. In this moment did I finally come to my senses and realize that I was no longer in the water, as my attempt to breathe brought the sizzling pain back to my throat. 

This was enough to cause my body to go back to contorting into unnatural positions, writhing in the pain I had once thought had left my body rolling to my side and my head jerks upwards to the slug that still sat on the edge of my prison. There he stood frozen watching the scene take place, from the look his bulging eyes give me I can only assume that none of this was planned. Using my newfound rage that has formed from looking at this monster I find my voice.

“What have you done to me!” Digging my nails into the flesh of my chest I can only scream in agonizing pain as air fills my lungs. With every breath that fills my water-ridden lungs a guttural gurgling follows suit, not wanting to waste precious time my body sends itself into a frenzy of coughing and vomiting to squeeze out every last bit of water that had once filled my body. Even in this weakened state my body jumps at the sound of my own voice, I never sounded like this beforehand so what has changed? 

Sucking the air through my teeth I look down at my body to observe what changes could have occurred, sirens have only been able to breathe out of the water for only a few moments so why is it now that my body purges the water that I crave out of my lungs? 

As I look down at my body where my long tail should have been, it was now replaced by the limbs similar to the man that kneels beside me. My chest rises rapidly as I can’t bring myself to look away, this can’t be my body… tears burn the inner corners of my eyes as I gaze at the scene before me. 

Weakly my voice is no louder than I whisper, “What have you done to me…? Where is… my tail.” My voice sits in the room, the air that was once filled with static is now dull. Turning my head I look at the man beside me, his eyes don’t leave mine. The tears that had once burned my eyes now stream in currents down my cheeks, dropping to the floor. With my voice still a whisper my lips quiver as I stare pleading into his eye, “Please tell me… what has he done to me? I…I’m a Siren” Using a hand I swipe the never ending tears clear of my cheeks, but just as before they continue to fall. Looking behind me the slug has yet to move, “This is no longer my body… I can feel myself dying.” 

Wrapping my arms around myself I once more look at the limbs that lay limp on the floor, where bright and shining scales had graced my body is now nothing more than the same skin that covered my torso. Continuing to weep I stare down at my body grieving the women I was before this. The sloshing and squeaking from the other side of the room couldn’t pull my attention away, instead I listened as I could only assume the slug was drawing closer. 

“My lady, I’m so terribly sorry! I had never intended to cause any harm to come to you! All I had wanted was-“ 

“What have you done to her!” A deep and bellowing voice fills the air, at the sound of an unknown voice my body jumps as I look to find who it might belong to. Looking beside me I see that the man is no longer beside me offering a look of sympathy, but instead he stands tall and brooding. His voice was laced with harm as I can only imagine what he wants to do to the monster before him. 

Stuttering over his own words the slug attempts to shield himself, “Supreme Leader please! This was never meant to happen… All I had done was wish to become closer to her! Please believe me-“ The slugs pleading comes to a halt, I watch as all the man does is raise his hand in the direction of the monster that has placed this curse upon me. Slowly the slugs body lifts into the air as his arms flail around at his neck, choking at nothing I watch as his skin color shifts from green to red. 

The eyes of the slug droop downward, and just before I watch as death comes to collect him the man drops his body onto the floor. Grasping at his throat the slug gasp at the air around him, laying still in a heap of his own mucus he is quiet. 

As the slug does so I hear the man step closer to me, turning my attention back to him. I watch as he removes the red fabric that had once draped across his chest and with delicate hands he lowers himself to my level placing the cloth over my bare body. “Come, I will make this right.” Scooping my limp body into his arms I lean into his chest, taking in the scent that I have been dreaming of. Closing my eyes I lose consciousness as we exit the room I was convinced would be my grave. 

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Visions Of Gideon (Simon Riley (Ghost)x Reader)- Chapter Fourteen

In a kingdom known for its strong leader and prosperous lands, is the beauty that many have sought after. You are the princess that many talk about, but little have seen. In doing so has caused many suitors to grow desperate and even mad to win your hand, to combat these exchanges the king has contracted a Knight to protect you with his life. Sir Simon Riley or better known as the Ghost of Knighthood is now in your service. How will Ghost protect the women he’s been sworn in to protect? What will come from this relationship? 

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Stepping out into the chilled air my chest fills with the steam of the springs, the feeling of my lungs being cleansed is one I have missed. Breathing in slowly my hands work down the side of my dirtied dress, dried mud clings to the fabric discoloring it from its original state. Dropping the dress where I stand I walk towards the steps of the pool, imagining how the warmed water would discolor from the dirt and oils that layered on my skin. Listening to the silent air that hangs above me I take my first step into the springs; bliss envelopes my body.

A soft mourn exits my throat as the pleasure of the warm water sits on my calves, even just having the water encase my feet is a gift but the thought of my body being engulfed by the hot spring is a euphoria that will surely last a lifetime. Having to travel by foot across the lands left us little time to focus on the simple pleasures of taking a bath, I had almost forgotten how good it felt. Key word, almost.

Taking a few more steps into the hot spring the water ripples against my thighs, traveling upward to my chest before settling on my collar bones. The natural stones that hold the water jut out into the center of the pool offering seating for those that wish to soak in the heat, and I plan on taking advantage of this moment. Tentatively walking towards one of large slabs I drape my exposed body onto the rock, resting my bare bottom on the almost burning stone I lean my head back against the ledge of the pool. Closing my eyes I breathe in the sulfur that lingers in the air, other natural minerals rest heaving in the air seeing as it is a naturally formed hot spring. I pay no mind to the unfamiliar scents, and Instead I drink in the silence of the air around me. Low humming of crickets and croaking of frogs set the atmosphere to be one of comfort, it's as if mother nature is telling me to give in to my surroundings and let the burning water boil my worries away. 

For the first time in many weeks my mind rests, the thought of my absence from the land I had once called my home doesn't dig into the guilt that is held in my heart. Neither does the worry of who could be searching for Simon and myself. All that fills my mind is a fog of bliss caused by the extreme heat of the pool.

Opening my eyes I lazily gaze at the stars that stand in attention, shining brightly against the black sky with swirls of violet and emerald green. I could have stayed lost in the world above but a low cough draws my eyes away; standing at the entrance of the hot springs is Simon dressed in a loose fitting tunic with his trousers also hanging loose from his hips. Leaning against the doorway I have yet to see him act so relaxed, since the day I met him he has always had his guard up. But in this very moment all the walls he has built have withered away and before me stands only a man, not the deadly Ghost of Knighthood, not the assigned guard to the princess, but merely Simon. The man that has declared his love to the women he now stares at….

Which reminds me that I still sit bare on the rock! Bringing my knees to my chest I attempt to cover myself from his gaze, turning my attention away from the smirk that now sits on his lips I stare at the stone wall that protects our private pool from potential onlookers. 

“Mylady, if it pleases you I would like to also enjoy the hot springs?” Simon's voice holds a glint of enjoyment at the situation that has bloomed. 

Keeping my attention fixed on the wall I can only muster a weak yes. My cheeks burn at the thought of Simon seeing my naked form. No man has ever seen me at my most vulnerable, and I have neither seen Simon’s naked form. While it has crossed my mind a number of times in the past I have never had the courage to watch him undress during our journey. The sound of clothing dropping to the floor causes the hairs on my body to stand up. 

The sloshing of water brings my attention away from the wall and instead I watch tentatively as Simons body glides against the water. The water had rested at my collarbone when I was walking around but on Simon it was resting at the top of his rib cage. With no shame I longingly gaze at his exposed body, small scars covered his pale skin and dark ink covering his right bicep down to his elbow. The ink had been drawn into an intricate pattern that swirls around a distinctive skull; I had never seen the forever lasting ink in person. It was seen as unholy in my kingdom, those that wished to taint the skin given to them by our gods were ungrateful for life itself. Now that I see it on the skin of the man who I wish to have by my side, excitement blossoms in my chest, or it could be the fact that Simon's bare chest now faces me. Even in his relaxed state the muscles he has developed over the years bulge out, and as he brings his hand out of the water to push back on his hair his biceps push against his skin enlarging at the simple movement of pushing hair back. 

“(F/n), do you remember how I spoke of wishing to spoil you?” His words pull me away from his body to his softened eyes. Walking forward towards my sitting body, his gaze doesn't dare to leave mine. 

Timidly I answered his question “Yes… I do recall you mentioning that Earlier in the evening.” Swallowing hard my body tenses as he reaches me, pulling his hands from his sides Simon rests them on my knees. Leaning down to my level Simon's head dips down to my ear, whispering slowly, causing a tingling sensation to travel down the course of my spine. 

“I intend to keep my promise my lady, if it pleases you I want you to relax and enjoy our moment together.” Simons hot breath makes my head fill with a steamy haze, I don’t understand what has gotten into my body but as if on command my legs relax, falling back into place on the rock below me. Following my lead Simons hands travel up my thighs, fingertips grazing my hot skin making a jolt of burning to spark in between my thighs. His hands find refuge on my hips as he walks closer to where I sit, leaving no room for water or air to come between us. With his lips still resting beside my ear, Simon's voice deepens to a sultry whisper.

”Good girl, Now close your eyes and soak in the pleasures I wish to bathe you in.” 

Flashbacks to the endless dreams that would keep me awake at night flood my mind, the rush of adrenaline at the unknown and overall at the taboo of all of this. As women we are taught to save ourselves for our future husbands, that the gods will only bless our bodies with children if we obtain the purity that had been set upon us from birth. Even more so as a member of the royal family, the thought that an heir couldn’t be produced due to selfish desires was punishable by execution. But god, does this feel more pleasurable than anything I have ever experienced. The thought of the man sworn to protect my very being pleading to spoil me, to fill my body with more pleasure than one can even begin to comprehend makes my exposed body want to present itself to him. 

My hands gravite out of the water to his wide chest, placing them against his bare skin I could feel him shudder under my touch. “Before we go forward I must warn you that I have never… well I have never had the opportunity to practice before you.” Embarrassment fills the air as these words leave my mouth, it should be quite obvious that I have never been with another man from the reaction I gave him on our first kiss. Even so Simon pulls away from my ear to look me in the eyes. 

I must have the expression of a lost doe as he gently smiles, pulling his right hand from the pool and caressing my cheek with his thumb. “I expected so, seeing how you’ve been avoiding my gaze when i've got undressed in the past.” Leaning down to my lips Simon whispers once more, “But don’t worry, I know how to take care of you princess.” Not allowing my mouth to part to question his words, Simon's lips push onto mine. His chapped lips dance with mine in a way that still feels unfamiliar, that being said Simon follows with his word and takes the lead in this sensual moment. 

The burning water doesn't compare to the fire his hands leave on my skin, with a hand still resting on my hip he snakes it around my lower back pulling us together. With no clothing shielding us I can feel every part of him, and it comes as a slight surprise when his hard member now pushes against my stomach. I have never seen a naked man besides from scientific books, nonetheless I know Simon's member is larger than anything I could have imagined. At this new sensation I gasp against his lips, hearing this Simon releases my lips from his control and tugs at my lower lip with his teeth. The pain is pleasurable and as the stinging lingers his lips move down to my neck, not knowing how to control my body a loud moan escapes my lips. 

With his lips still against my neck Simon chuckles at the sound of my moan, “Oh (F/n) you better keep your voice down, if you keep using that pretty voice of yours I won’t be able to control myself for much longer.” Keeping my eyes closed I drink in Simon's lips as they kiss my untouched skin, wanting to show my interest in his actions. My hands travel from his biceps to the back of his head, my finger tips rake through his damp hair but this moment is interrupted as Simon's teeth bite down on my flesh once more and he begins to suck at the tender spots where his teeth had been before. Gasping at the pain my fingernails dig into the skin on the back of his neck and a low groan emulates from Simon’s throat. 

At the sound of his voice my core begins to burn and a familiar tingling travels through my cunt; pushing my breast into his chest my nipples scream at the touch of his skin. 

“Please Simon, don't stop…” My voice is breathless, even at these simple words my mind spins in ecstasy. 

Keeping his hand firmly placed at the bottom of my back so I wont move, his other hand gropes at my right breast squeezing it. Leaning into his touch I moun once more; the thought of him being with other women crosses my mind but that matters no more, he acts as if he has ventured my body before and knows what I want, and knows how to make me cry out in pleasure begging to feel more of him. Opening my eyes once more I watch as his hand cups my breast, using his thumb and middle finger Simon pinches down on my nipple rubbing the soft delicate skin between his rugged fingers. Crying out in a mixture of delight and surprise, Simon's lips meet mine and tangle themselves in an erotic fight. 

Loosing all sense of self control I call out his name in between the short breaths of air, “Simon please, I need to feel more of you!” At the sounds of my pleas his hand that had once rested on my lower back traces my side once more, sending a shiver coursing down my spine to the skin where his fingers had traced. 

My eyes flutter shut to soak in his touch; for months I have dreamed of this moment and imagined how his hands would feel against my skin. And now my dreams are coming true, and Simon is hell bent on making sure I never forget this moment. Moving his hand down my side his fingers trace the inside of my thigh, following his lead my legs spread even wider to allow room for him to explore my unknown. I have never personally pleasured myself, having the ideas of god and purity forced down my throat made me suppress all urges. Even if all that consumed my mind was the skull helmet and the idea of said helmet hovering over my naked body. 

Even in this moment my instinct is to push Simon away and to wait for the burning to vanish, but I trust that Simon is true to his word. He knows what he's doing, and I need to know how he intends on pleasing me. Feeling my body relax once more his thumb rubs slowly over my clit, shooting an unimaginable pleasure through my legs. My nails dig deeper into his back as my hands drag down every muscle, Simon's back tenses at this and a low moan creeps from his chest. Pinching my nipple once more his thumb rubs faster over my clit before two of his fingers hesitate over my cunt; I'm too lost in the land of pleasure and sexual desires to deny him entry. 

Removing his lips from mine Simon once more moves to my neck, where he then pushes his fingers deep inside me as his thumb runs over my clit. At this I can feel myself clench around his fingers, in a low growl Simon speaks through his teeth “God your cunt is tight, I wonder how it'll taste on my tongue?”.

Breathing heavily Simon pulls his fingers out slightly before pushing back into me, at this his thumb stops rubbing against me as his full attention turns towards fingering me. Pulling away from my neck his gaze meets fine; my eyes are barely open but I can see the desire that resides in his dark eyes. “I want you to keep your eyes open (F/n), I want to see the look in your eyes as you cum for the first time.”, not understanding his words I bite my lip as I feel him continuing to finger me in a rhythmic motion. Not wanting this to end a simply nod at his words. 

Leaning into him he pushes deeper into me as I continue to clench around him, as he continues to pleasure me a burning starts inside of me. My body cry's for him to continue but as I feared my body instinctively tried to pull away. Simon pushes himself against me preventing my body from moving. “Don't pull away from me my love, I need to feel you dripping from my fingers before I can release you.” 

My breath hitches in my throat as he continues on and the burning encapsulates my clit, the constant thrusting into my cunt and the groping of my breast is more than I think I can handle. My vision blurs as I feel as if I could explode any minute, looking past Simon the stars in the sky look as if they too are to burst. This all feels so wrong, but god do I wish to feel this way for the rest of my life and it seems like my body agrees. At the moment I feel as if my body was going to truly burst my clit feels as if it has been released, pure euphoric bliss washes over me as I cry out into the still air. 

My body arches against Simon's as my legs squeeze tightly around his hips. I refuse to break eye contact with Simon as I experience this unexplainable sensation, and from the look on his face I can see pride and satisfaction wash over him as I take in deep breaths to replenish the air I had just exerted. Gingerly Simon pulls his fingers out of me, his gaze still hasn't left mine as we both breathe in the humid air that has once again settled down into the silence it once was. 

After a moment Simon brings his lips to my forehead where he places a soft kiss, while at the same time the hand that had once groped my breast now strokes my hair softly. Listening to the dripping of water droplets and the croaking of toads I drink In the moment we shared. 

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Visions Of Gideon (Simon Riley (Ghost)x Reader)- Chapter Thirteen

In a kingdom known for its strong leader and prosperous lands, is the beauty that many have sought after. You are the princess that many talk about, but little have seen. In doing so has caused many suitors to grow desperate and even mad to win your hand, to combat these exchanges the king has contracted a Knight to protect you with his life. Sir Simon Riley or better known as the Ghost of Knighthood is now in your service. How will Ghost protect the women he’s been sworn in to protect? What will come from this relationship? 

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A shiver runs down my spine at his words, what does he mean by spoiling me? And how does he intend on showing me how much I mean to him? Between the heat and my thoughts running rampant I don't know which one is causing my body temperature to rise, my head begins to swirl and I feel a halo of dizziness enveloping my mind. Using the hood of my cloak to conceal my face I pull the edges down causing my vision to be obscured. All that I can see are mine and Simon's boots, but the sound of laughter and conversation still emulates from inside the walls. 

Standing in silence momentarily, Simon's gruff voice tells me that we should head in before it's too late.  A large hand pulls me forward through the threshold of the Inn, and for now my mind holds on all thoughts of how Simon wishes to spoil me. The smell of minerals and cigars circulates through the air, the laughter that was muffled beforehand now echoes off of the walls inside. Grasping at Simon's hand more tightly I’m left to his device to try and land us a room without too much suspicion. As we march forward through the bustling hall the shouting of drunken men continues, and even as we push through the crowd Simon has yet to be stopped. We only come to a halt when a large oak counter comes before us, breaking my view of the worn floors. 

The voice of a high pitched flamboyant Women fills my ears as we stand before the counter, “Hello love, how can I assist you today? Do you wish to enquire about a room or do you wish to indulge in the bar!” Through the loud bar her sickly sweet voice fills my ears blocking them from all other distractions. 

Giving my hand a reassuring squeeze Simon keeps his voice low trying to not draw attention to us, “I need a two night stay for one.” 

From the pause between them I can tell she has thrown a look in my direction, “A bed warmer I presume? If so I can offer you our more secluded room, one of which has a private spring.” 

Staring at the hem of my dirty gown I can only feel insulted at this woman calling me a bed warmer, even more so at the fact Simon hasn’t come to my rescue to preserve my image. Feeling my voice begin to burn the back of my throat to impose Simon agrees to take the room. After a moment of fiddling with his satchel the tings of coins hitting the counter fall unnoticed to the loud chatter. The women directs Simon to the acquired room, and before I knew it we were walking away from the obnoxious room to a more secluded part of the inn. 

As the echoes of laughter falls behind us I bring my hand up to remove the hood of my cloak, but a larger hand grabs at my wrist before I can reach the fabric. “My lady, please wait to remove your covering. I don’t know who has seen the poster and I only wish to be safe.” 

Tilting my head towards his direction, from my view I can see his face clearly but I know I remain hidden from his angle. “I understand, but I would simply like to know why you let that woman presume I was some, bed warmer!” My eyebrows furrow at the thought of being seen as some sexual object instead of the women he has been traveling with for weeks. 

Simon's eyes widened at my statement, “It’s better to be seen as only one person instead of a pair. If someone were to look at the books they would only see that only an individual was staying in our room, as I mentioned before your safety is my top priority, and if that means others must assume you don’t exist then that’s what it must be.” 

He stares at me as if I’m a fool for not understanding this in the first place, now that it's explained it does make logical sense. But, even so, the thought of having to make my existence unknown is difficult to grasp. For the entirety of my life I have been a part of a hierarchy, everyone has known of my being even if they hadn’t seen me. Call me spoiled but to now make my existence be seen as a mere bed warmer is well… disheartening. Turning my gaze away from Simon I look back to the wooden floors. “If that is how it must be then I’ll comply. But I do need to admit being viewed as a woman of the night, to put it kindly, is something I do not wish to revisit.” 

A low chuckle rises from Simon's chest, his hand holds mine once more. “Believe me mylady, I do not intend on having you be viewed this way again. And if that means having to stay in the wolf infested woods for the rest of our journey then so be it.” 

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Having made it to our assigned sleeping quarters Simon closes the large wooden door enclosing us in from the outside world. When I hear the iron lock clank into position that is when I reach once more for my hood, this time no hand comes to stop me. Pulling it from the top of my head my hair sticks to the fabric, but I pay no mind, all that I can focus on is the single bed that sits in the small room. A large light colored wooden bed frame outlines the bed, the light wood clashes against the burnt orange bedding making the fur blanket that sits at the foot of the bed look unnatural. Even though the bedding makes the back of my eyes hurt to look at all that runs through my mind is how there is no second bed, how are we going to rest? 

Turning on the heels of my feet I look at Simon, he has taken his satchel off and thrown it into the corner of the room. As I watch he carelessly takes the sword that has sat against his hip since we met, and places it on the desk that faces the widow. From the weight of the sword the desk shakes unevenly tattering from side-to-side before landing on its lopsided legs once more. He seems unusually comfortable. 

“I fear that there is only one bed Simon…” I feel stupid stating the obvious but it appears as if Simon wasn’t aware of that fact. Nodding silently at my statement he continues to get ready for the night. Fidgeting with the sides of my cloak I push further, “Are we to… rest together during our stay?” 

Pushing his hair back Simon turns to face me, his hand stays fixed on the back of his head as his eyes look between me and the bed. “We have rested beside one another for the entirety of this journey, what is the difference now? If you fear I won't be a man of honor then rest assured I intend to keep my promise. I care deeply for you, I don’t intend on squashing those feelings simply because of being on a proper bed.” 

His words settle in the bit of my stomach soothing the worry that had been bubbling since entering this room; I have trusted Simon for many months now. I need to remember that if he had wanted to do something to me he would have already done so. Sensing the air has grown awkward I attempt to make conversation, even if it is dull.

“Simon, have you been here before?” My question lingers in the air just long enough to make me wonder if he heard me or not. 

“The knighthood I had traveled with before I swore my loyalty to your family would stop here periodically. Many of the men believed the springs had healing powers, and that is why they wished to rest here. Others argued that the bed warmers within this inn were the best in the region.” Walking across the room Simon opened the glass door that was glazed over with steam on the outside, turning the squeaky knob brought in the heavy air that emulated from the pools.

Before I could ask any further questions Simon was already outside. Shaking my head I unclip my cloak dropping it on the chair that was tucked into the desk. “That would explain why the women assumed my presence was to offer my services…” Mumbling to myself I sit down on the burnt orange bed. My body sinks into the worn mattress; I haven’t been on anything so comfortable since I left the comfort of my own chambers. And I would be lying if I said it was anything like my old bed, but god did it feel like bliss knowing I wouldn’t have to spend another night on the cold ground! 

Smiling at the idea of actually getting a good night's rest my hands stroked the quilted blanket, tracing over every seem. The squeaking of the doorknob brings my attention away from the bed as I watch Simon return from the outside. “I have checked the walls and scanned over the springs, it appears to be safe. So if you intend to soak in the springs you’re more than welcome to.” Leaving the door wide open Simon gives me one last gaze before walking past me to where his satchel was thrown. 

Before I could think about my actions my hand reaches out and I grab the hem of his long sleeve, “Will you not be joining me?” A slight ache grows in my heart at the thought of him not enjoying this moment with me; is this what he meant about wanting to spoil me? Is he giving me the privacy that I have lacked for years, but why now of all times? Why now, when all I can think about is seeing his exposed body dripping with water. And the idea of his hands exploring my exposed body. At this thought my face burns once more. 

Nothing gets past him, seemingly reading my thoughts a low laugh emites from his throat. “Before I can enjoy the waters with you, I must attend to my gear and look over what remains of the money we have.” Turning his head I can see a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips, “I do intend on joining you (F/n), and when I do so I wish to soak in all the views that will be laying out for me.”

[tuukster]

Visions Of Gideon (Simon Riley (Ghost)x Reader)- Chapter Twelve

In a kingdom known for its strong leader and prosperous lands, is the beauty that many have sought after. You are the princess that many talk about, but little have seen. In doing so has caused many suitors to grow desperate and even mad to win your hand, to combat these exchanges the king has contracted a Knight to protect you with his life. Sir Simon Riley or better known as the Ghost of Knighthood is now in your service. How will Ghost protect the women he’s been sworn in to protect? What will come from this relationship? 

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Simon and I have been traveling across the great lands for many weeks now, the idea of the world I had once known is no more. I have experienced more life in these few weeks than I have in twenty two years of living. Not only have I seen the beauty that my lands offer, but also the cruelty that cast a dark shadow on the less unfortunate. Even so, I wake up every morning giddy with excitement with the morning doves that fly overhead; not only for the start of my new life outside the walls but to go forward with the man that risked everything to free me from the cage. 

Like a wild animal that was once ensnared in a trap now that I’m free I wish to never go back to the castle, while guilt resides in the pit of my soul at all times at the unknown of what happened the night we left, I refuse to go back. But as Simon had suspected, the Court has plagued the lands with wanted posters of the two of us; thankfully in our favor the only photograph that is usable was the portrait that was sent out on the invitation for the ball in my honor. In the drawing Simons face is covered with his helmet, which was discarded early on in our journey, and I was still dressed in the image of royalty. Now I wear clothing similar to the peasant women and Simon walks freely with no face coverings, only when we draw close to other towns or signs of life we both wear cloaks. 

When we had first come upon a wanted poster my stomach felt as if it had dropped into the graveled road beneath my feet. On the weathered parchment bold red cursive words headed the paper, “WANTED, TREASON AGAINST ROYAL FAMILY”. Underneath the heading was Simon and I’s photograph, it had felt like years again since we stood in the portrait room. The thought of Simon's leather hand on my shoulder sent caterpillars through my bloodstream, blossoming into butterflies in the bowels of my stomach. But as fate would have it as we stood in the empty road reading the parchment, Simon's hand softly squeezed mine, a new form of comfort that had also blossomed in our journey. More often than not Simon and I held each other's hand, while we had yet to share another intimate moment like we had in front of the rundown cabin holding onto one another was more than satisfactory. 

After our first sighting of the posters I had suggested that we travelled south towards the coastal regions of the land, there we could lay low and trade the jewels I had packed before fleeing. From that point on we would find a way to leave this land, whether that be in the form of a ship or not, but we could start somewhere new… building a life together. 

So, that is where we stand currently. Walking hand-in-hand down an unused road I hum to myself contently soaking in the scenery around us. Having being brought up in one of the region's mountains it is still strange to see such flat lands stretching over the course of miles, while it's something minor I can't help but miss the sights from my chamber. Or rather,is it that I miss my chamber in general. Not having slept on a proper bed for weeks I can feel the toll it has taken on my body, small turns of my back send a nauseating pain up my spine to the back of my head. Simon appears to be unbothered by our makeshift sleeping arrangements, but I just don’t believe that this man can't be bothered by anything. Even when he was merely my guard he would stand watch outside my chambers at night, and in the daytime he would silently follow behind. 

That being said, we are no longer in the castle, and we are no longer forced to abide by the roles we were given. Stopping my humming I look up towards Simon, looking at him you can see the exhaustion taking its toll. Clearing my throat to gain his attention I stop walking.

”I think we should look for a place to set up camp for a few days, we have put many miles between us and our last camp so I think this would be a great opportunity to get some much needed rest. Don't you agree?”

Simon stands a few steps ahead of myself and I can see his thoughts swirling around trying to decide whether we should set up camp, or if we should press on. Using his free hand Simon tiredly rubs his temples. “Mylady, while the offer is tempting I must insist that we push on. As you said we have put many miles between our last camp and now, but that’s all the more reason why we must push forward.” 

Giving my hand a reassuring squeeze Simon gently pulls at my hand to continue on. Deep down I agree with him, why should we stop now when we have travelled so far? But on the surface my selfish desires are dominating logic. So with that I plant my feet into the ground. 

Noticing the tug Simon stops once more turning around to face me, taking my hand away from his I cross my arms in an attempt to give off a dominant energy. The idea is for him to see me as being serious, but furrowing my brows and removing the smile that has graced my lips for weeks now causes him to smirk. “Sir Simon, I disagree with your statement. We need to properly rest before we can move forward.” I don't know why I feel so strongly about needing to rest, but for some odd reason my mind is made up. 

Shaking his head his smirk widens into a smile as his honey eyes glimmer in a playful way that I have yet to see, “Why is it that you choose now to throw a tantrum? Should I throw you over my shoulders like a child and march forward?” His eyes await my response, but with the burning flush covering my face I’m at a loss for words. Swallowing all words that had been simmering in my throat I turned my attention towards the open fields beside me. Strong winds swirl the overgrown grass in a hypnotic manner. Keeping my attention focused on the field I’m unaware of Simon's eyes trailing my body, drinking in how the flush that has graced my cheeks refuses to leave. 

Clearing his throat after a moment of silence my attention is back to him, “Instead of setting up camp why don’t we find an Inn? I can’t guarantee that I’ll find something acceptable for tonight but we’ll make it a point to look while on our way…”

Pulling my hand once more my feet uproot from the ground, steadily we resume the pace we once had looking for signs of lodging.

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The bright sun that had once showered us in light now seeps into the ground of the horizon, as another day of our travels comes to an end unbeknownst to us our night had just begun. As Simon had promised he had kept an eye on possible lodging that would be acceptable for us, what was on his list of being acceptable was unknown but I could tell he was looking at all of his options carefully. But luck had been in my favor, just as the sun was to disappear into the earth Simon led us down a winding path that had diverted from the main road. From how he had been leading I could assume he was familiar with this place. 

Walking down the winding path the smell of sulfur is thick, crinkling my nose I can only hope that Simon has a good reason to be leading us towards the foul smell that refuses to leave my nostrils.Through a dimly lit forest only having the fading sun to guide our way the trees disappear into a clearing, the air is heavy and my sight grows hazy. In the distance I can see a blur of what must be our destination; positioned at the center of the clearing is a large wooden building surrounded by a fog that never wavers. A long wooden bridge awaits for us further down the path, without any hesitation Simon continues onward to the bridge assuming that I will follow suit he doesn’t look behind. Having no other option I follow suit, as I step onto the weathered wood the bridge releases a low creak at the weight of my body. Grabbing hold of the railing, my palm slides forward as a coating of algae sits atop the wood, pulling away from the rail I must trust that this bridge that appears to be on the brink of collapse can hold myself and Simon. 

Looking upward from the floor Simon had stopped his marching. “My lady, do you require aid?” Waving him off I try to play off a confident smile.

”I’m all set Simon! I was just taken aback to see such a… mysterious place to be hidden in the woods.” Walking forward the air grows warm as I near the wooden building. Ignoring my protest Simon offers his arm as I walk beside him. 

Giving in I wrap my hand around his bicep clutching tightly as we continue on. “If I may ask, where are we going? I have never been to a place similar to here, just walking over this bridge I can't help but feel sweat forming.”  

“We are approaching where we will rest for the evening. In the past I had travelled here with my chivalric order and found it quite pleasant. As for the intense heat this Inn is positioned above a natural hot spring, I thought you might be in need of the pleasures these waters can offer.” Listening closely I notice the flowing water that rushes beneath our feet, that would explain why the railing was slick and why I feel as if I’m being cooked alive. 

Stepping off the last board of the bridge my feet are met with solid ground once more, while the overwhelming heat has yet to leave my skin my vision is cleared once more. Before me is a tall wooden building full of lively music and chatter; if I am able to hear the singing of drucken men and laughter of women I can imagine how loud the inside must be. But it is nice to hear such a lively crowd after being surrounded by silence.

“(F/n) please listen closely,” Simon's voice is low as he addresses me, releasing my arm from his grasp as I face him. “The people that reside inside can not be trusted, at all times I need you to be by my side, do you understand?” His expression holds a hint of worry underneath his strong and assertive demeanor, even so I can’t help but grow flush at the thought of Simon being protective over my wellbeing. 

“I understand.”

Nodding at my reassurance Simon reaches past my shoulders pulling the hood of my cloak over my head, tucking in any loose strands of hair that could peek from behind and give a clue to who I may be. Lowering himself so that he is at my eye level his hand tentatively cups my cheek, softly stroking my clammy skin he offers a rare smile that I yearn to see. 

“Tonight I wish to spoil you… (F/n) I wish to show you how dear you are to me.” 

[tuukster]

Visions Of Gideon (Simon Riley (Ghost)x Reader)- Chapter Eleven

In a kingdom known for its strong leader and prosperous lands, is the beauty that many have sought after. You are the princess that many talk about, but little have seen. In doing so has caused many suitors to grow desperate and even mad to win your hand, to combat these exchanges the king has contracted a Knight to protect you with his life. Sir Simon Riley or better known as the Ghost of Knighthood is now in your service. How will Ghost protect the women he’s been sworn in to protect? What will come from this relationship? 

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Harps and flutes fill the air with light hearted music, causing those that are easily wavered to get drawn to the dance floor. Ladies laugh in gaggles fanning their bosoms attempting to catch the eyes of some noble men; and there I stand at the center of it all. Women have flocked to my side encircling my body, from an outsiders view it must be a humorous sight seeing these women throwing themselves at a man that stands at least a foot and a half above them. Having to slouch down to hear the promiscuous whispers and grow bashful as I whisper back. 

If it isn’t the sheer height that I have above all of the men and women among the court, my appearance draws eyes from all directions. With a thick gray fur cloak draped half heartedly on my shoulders, silver chains hanging from my pockets dangling with dazzling medals of honor from wars and a sheer black veil resting underneath my crown concealing my face. While the outside world is left wondering what lies beneath the black fabric I’m able to see everyone.

A small hand grasps at my left bicep squeezing just slightly grabbing my attention, “Your majesty, please tell us more of your heroic efforts in the war with the coastal kingdoms. ” The women draws out the words causing my attention downward once more, her lavender eyes narrow in a seducing manner that are all too familiar. Her well manicured nails draw circles on my forearms causing a small tingle to travel up my spine. “Ahhh, it pleases me to hear about how my efforts to protect my beloved kingdom intrigues you. Nonetheless, the tales that I have yet to share are far too… provocative for you my liebling.” Biting her lip with a blush dusted across her pale complexion the other women giggle fanning themselves. 

Seeing how the women react my ego takes over, looking around above their heads I raise my right forearm squeezing my fist. The fabric around my arm tightens, revealing the large muscles that I've maintained in my past time, even after inheriting the throne. Just as I’d hoped there’s a squealing delight around me mixed with envious sighs from those nearby. 

Before I could continue flaunting my physique to the willing eyes the music stops and there’s a loud trumpet from where the throne sits. The playful chattering that had once filled the hall dissipates to silence, standing before the crowd King William stands with his arms interlaced with Queen Joans. It has been many years since my last visit and it shows. The strong man that my father had once called a dear friend now has a slight slouch in his posture, gray hair and a full beard filling in his once clean shaven face. The Queen on the other hand has miraculously maintained herself, other than the wrinkles that have formed between her brows from constant displeasure she hasn’t changed. 

Off to the left of the Queen her brother, King John, stands close behind her. Since he had taken to the throne the doors that had once been open and welcoming had been closed off, and secrecy had filled the cracks of the decaying stone walls. He has always looked displeased, a feature that is shared between him and his sister, but tonight there is an unsettling smile. One of which can only bring trouble. 

Narrowing my eyes I scan the hall, my guards stand close by waiting at a moment’s notice. Looking more closely it appears that there is no other security to be seen, which is quite unusual seeing as the hall should be crawling with them as only the highest level of society has been welcomed. 

Grunting at the realization I mumble under my breath “Something isn’t right…”

”What did you say your highness?” The woman that still holds my arm looking up at me in a confused manner. I’ve been in many battles in my lifetime, and the air that surrounds the royalty that stands before us all is the same air that sits between two armies before they start the blood shed. Looking at my guards once again I gesture my head signaling for them to come forward, moving quietly as they weave through the crowd as King William begins his speech.

”It is an honor having the high members of society here to bear witness the presentation of my daughter, Princess (F/n) , second born to our royal family.” Cheers arupt and applause echoes through the hall. Smiling brightly the King signals for silence once more, “It is also my intention as the King, father and husband to find my daughter a husband to be married to at this very same gathering.” My guards stand beside me awaiting orders.

Leaning over so that they alone can only hear me I mumble for them to escort the women that have flocked around me to be taken to my private quarters, noting to not let anyone beside myself enter the room once they have arrived. Saluting, they gesture to the women to follow them, explaining that I wished for them to be waiting to meet me in my quarters once the presentation of the Princess has been completed. With no arguments and rather eagerly pushing their way through the crowd they exit the hall. 

“Those of you that wish to make their case to why they are to be the chosen suitor please step forward!” Whispers and hushes flood around me, no one steps forward. “I had hoped to pique the interest of many with the dowry I promised to provide, being the fair ruler I am, I would think it was a rather handsome dowry.” 

Staying where I stand my hand goes to the hilt of my sword that is strapped to my hip, hidden by the heavy cloak. When I had received the invitation I had full instructions on offering my proposal to the princess this very night, at the sight of her beauty I knew that she must become my Queen. Though, I cannot bring myself to step forward to offer such a proposal.

After a moment one man steps in front of the King. Dissatisfaction crosses the King's withered face as he stands face-to-face with King John. No one dares to speak out in the hall as they wait in anticipation for what will come next. Queen Joan has a look of horror as King John speaks, his voice lowered into nothing more than a whisper so that they may keep this a private conversation. Sensing the tension that has grown between the family that stands before us all I begin to push through the crowd, making my way to the front so that I can intervene.

Annoyance builds in my gut as the crowd stands still not offering help to the situation at hand. King William howls in laughter, this causes the bystanders in the crowd to jump at the sudden change in the atmosphere. Like a flock of sheep the people awkwardly begin to laugh too, not knowing what to do.He releases his interlocked arm with Queen Joan grabbing his stomach from the laughter; pushing John aside King William attempts to compose himself once more looking over the crowd. Queen Joan grabs at John's arm with watering eyes pulling at his arm to follow her elsewhere, but planting his feet onto the ground like a weed he watches at King William matches forward before the crowd.

As I step before the king his eyes meet with mine, as he opens his mouth I watch from the corner of my eye John waves at the ceiling. Before I could react an arrow pierces from the ceiling landing directly between his eyes, burrowing deep into his head. Dropping like a bird with a snapped neck, audible gasp erupted from those in the front.

Hearing the drop of her husband Joan looks towards the body of her once alive husband. Releasing the arm of her brother she drops to her knees in a silent scream, confusion morphs into horror. Screams bounce off the walls as men and women push one another to escape, yelling at everyone to exit the hall. I watch as King John watches the people scurry around pleading for someone to help. Smiling at the sound of his sister weeping over the corpse of the once great ruler King William.

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Rain pours onto my freezing body, the build-up of mud sits underneath my fingernails causing an unpleasant pressure to my already frost bitten fingertips. Looking around I’m in my rose garden from the castle. Tall hedges loom overhead, appearing to be overgrown with vines and branches stretching out in different directions, twisting over one another closing off the night sky overhead. 

“I thought we escaped…?” Attempting to sit-up my body won't move, seemingly filled with lead instead of bones, all I can do is lay on my back shaking in fear. Letting the rain hit my face I listen to a rustling of leaves that come closer with every heartbeat.

The rustling stops and so does the rain ”Who’s there?” Frantically looking around I notice a shadow figure standing just at the edge of my vision. Taking a step forward the barely visible moon illuminates the figure's face, the uncertain air that once filled the space around me is replaced with dread. Standing above me is the guard Simon had killed, or at least I thought he had been dead. In the light I see congealed blood pooling from the outer corners of his eyes, a film of red fills the whites of his eyes. The tanned skin that had once hung from his body is green with brown splotches that carry throughout his exposed arms. 

“Please don’t come near me…” Unable to catch my breath, all that comes out is a whisper. Warm tears pour from my eyes mixing with the cool rain that resides on my skin. 

The guard stumbles over closer to where I lay, screaming out for help I try moving once more but once again nothing comes from this action. The guard now stands directly overhead. I scream even louder praying that someone would be able to hear my pleas, my head pounds from my hyperventilating cry’s to an empty garden. 

Leaning down the guard’s hands move atop my throat, his fingernails pierce into my supple skin that lines my throat. Encompassing the entirety of my throat his palms push down on my windpipe, using his fingers he squeezes the surrounding area. Gasping desperately all I can do is look into his lifeless eyes, unable to breathe and call out for help. Clenching my teeth I feel as if they will shatter as will my eyes pop from head. 

Burning resides in my throat where his hands are squeezing, with one last gasp of air my eyes.

Gasping loudly I sit up grabbing my throat, taking deep breaths I cautiously look around the disheveled room. While it was only a dream I can’t help but shake the feeling that at any second the dead guard will appear to finish the job he had started. Dried tears irritate my skin, I must have been asleep longer than I had intended to seeing that sunlight now punctured through the holes in the ceiling.

The fire was nothing more than warm coals, but there was something missing. Standing from the bed my clothes no longer cling to my skin but they smell stale. Grabbing my shoes I attempt to place my feet inside but I’m met with an unpleasant slush, sighing I leave the shoes by the bedside choosing to walk around the cabin bare foot. The floorboards creak under my weight as I walk to the front door, twisting the knob a cold breeze pushes the hair from my face back. Closing my eyes I welcome the kissing heat from the sun, even though it is nothing more than a peck, I welcome it nonetheless. 

My pounding heart has calmed as I look at the scene before me. Long wheat fields stretch as far as the eye can see leaving open fields, with the gentle breeze that the new season brings it twirls the grains into hypnotic waves twisting forward and backwards. To the right of the cabin I can see smoke in the distance, it must be a small town as the sky is only darkened with light gray clouds. Unlike the dark Pilar’s of clouds that had filled my kingdom's sky. 

“It’s a relief to see that you have finally awakened your highness.” Jumping at the sudden voice I see Simon standing beside a large oak tree, leaning against the dark brown bark with his arms crossed. Collecting myself I walk towards the tree, the crunching of the leaves fills the silent air. Standing beside him awkwardly avoiding his gaze, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to seeing him without his helmet. While I have only been exposed to those in the high court and close family, he has to be one of the finest men in the land. Notably, it appears that while I slept he has stripped himself of the tarnished armor that he has concealed his body from the world. 

Unconsciously my eye’s trail along to his exposed biceps to his slouched shoulders, my throat tightens as the idea of how he must look without his shirt. How his well formed body would feel against my bare breast…

Clearing my throat loudly I whisk away my thoughts elsewhere so that I can clear the air of this tension. “So what is our next course of action Sir Simon! Shall we go into town for supplies for the journey ahead?”

With my attention still focused on the field before me I wait for a response. Even with the rustling of grass coming towards me I look ahead; Simon steps in front of my vision, blocking the view with his wide frame. Nervously turning my chin upwards my eyes met his. With the sun now full in the sky his brown eyes transform its appearance into a dark honey that I’ve seen drip from a freshly collected honeycomb.

His jaw is tight as his eyes stay fixed on mine, lifting his exposed hand towards my face he caresses my soft cheek cautiously before stopping at my jawline. His thumb strokes lovingly above where his hand rests. “My lady, now that you are free, what do you wish to do?”

What is it that I'd like to do? The corner of my lips curls upwards at the thought of finally being able to make my own decisions. “I don’t know where we are to go… all I wish is to do is stay by your side… Simon.” 

At the sound of his name leaving my lips Simons eyes soften, relaxing at the sound of how his name leaves my mouth. “My lady… if I may be upfront I wish that we drop the formalities. The moment my soul was yours I was no longer the Ghost of Knighthood, now I wish to only be Simon. The man whose life is devoted to the women he loves.” 

The tightening in my chest returns, my stomach is full of knots hearing his words. “I wish for the same, the life I had known is behind me. To no longer be seen as Princess (F/n), off spring of King William and Queen Joan. Instead, I want to be seen as simply (F/n).”

Simon smirks at my statement, while it didn’t hold the same sincerity as his, we both know what we want. Leaning his face towards mine, his hand tilts my chin upward, it doesn’t take a genius to realize what he is doing. My body locks up the feeling of his warm breath, not knowing what to do with myself I close my eyes. In some odd way it felt like the right thing to do. 

In an instant the space that was once between us is no more, the tension that had divided us in the confines of the castle has dissipated. The desperate attempt to simply touch one another without another pair of eyes watching in the distance is no more. All that matters is electric energy between our lips connecting, the lust that we had felt bleeding into this one kiss. The tenseness of my body releases as I lean closer to Simon, his other hand snakes around my lower back pulling me closer to where he stands. What had started as a loving kiss develops into a passionate ache for one another, following Simons lead my lips push against his leaving my body to cry for more of his touch. 

But, just as quickly as it had started Simon releases me from his grasp. Opening my eyes once more I see that even though his lips aren’t close to mine he has yet to move back, it looks as if he is studying my features. “ (F/n), wherever you wish to go I will follow. Tell me, where do you want to spend the rest of our lives?”

[tuukster]

Visions Of Gideon (Simon Riley (Ghost)x Reader)- Chapter Ten

In a kingdom known for its strong leader and prosperous lands, is the beauty that many have sought after. You are the princess that many talk about, but little have seen. In doing so has caused many suitors to grow desperate and even mad to win your hand, to combat these exchanges the king has contracted a Knight to protect you with his life. Sir Simon Riley or better known as the Ghost of Knighthood is now in your service. How will Ghost protect the women he’s been sworn in to protect? What will come from this relationship? 

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The sun crest over the peaks of the mountains and what was once a downpour of rain has dissipated into a fine mist. The birds have begun their morning chirping, but I can’t share the same excitement of a new dawn. While Sir Simon and I have traveled far in a considerably short time period the paranoia of the situation dulls the newly found freedom, during the night any branch that creaked or rustling of leaves made my soul leave my body. Now I sit with the skin between my toes ripped open and my heels cracked from having to run in wet boots, but the worst of it all is the chill that won't leave my bones. The mixture of wet clothes and the cool autumn air is one that I wish to never experience again. 

On the bright side we were able to find an old worn down cottage on the very outskirts of a village, presumably it sits unoccupied as the once strong wooden boards splinter from weathering and there is a noticeable slant towards the left. In the inside it is no better, from the wood expanding and contracting there are large gaps in the wall with a lonesome fireplace tucked away in the corner. During its peak years I would like to think there was more presentable furniture that had decorated the singular room. But now, only a torn apart bed sits in front of the fireplace with a slouching wooden bedframe barely holding it off the ground. 

Sitting on the bed my bottom wets the mattress. Simon kneels in front of the fireplace trying to start a fire, there’s a frustrated sigh as the clicking of the flint is no avail to ignite a flame. Sitting where I am I don't offer him a hand, even if I wished too I don't think I have it in me to pick up twigs. Taking a handful of my hair I twist it into tight coils, squeezing the water out leaving it to run down my arms and drip off my elbow. 

Holding my hair I call out to Simon hoping he too wasn’t lost in his own train of thought. “What do you think happened last night… when my father learned of my disappearance?”

Keeping his back towards me he doesn’t stop working on the task at hand. “I-I know that we could hear the alarm bells in this distance early on in our track, but it never seemed like they stopped…” Pulling my hair tighter the tingles of pain plays on my scalp. 

“My lady, even if you don’t realize it, you are a key member of the royal household. Even with your family’s cruelty you are the daughter to one of the greatest kingdoms in this realm, whomever marries you shall hold some of that power in the palm of their hand.” Standing up Simon walks away from the small fire that now dances in ashes, “Unfortunately that means you can’t just disappear, the royal court will go to many lengths to ensure your safety and bring you back to be married.” 

Watching as Simon sits beside me on the bed, his elbows rest on his knees keeping his body positioned forward. “Call me a naive woman but you speak of how I hold power in the eyes of the kingdom I had once belonged to, did you aid me in my escape to gain something?” There’s a heavy silence that overwhelms the room. Simon seems to think that I joke as he releases a deep cackle that slowly rolls into a belly laugh. His armor clinks at his jerky movements. 

“My lady, I have spent my life dedicated to the idea of power. As you have seen I have grown the become one of the most feared men across these lands, the Ghost of Knighthood is a title that in itself causes foes to cower in defeat. But in doing so, I now sit with the woman that has taken my heart into her grasp committing the highest degree of treason.”

I sit taken back by his bluntness. With the confinement of the walls we have both reserved ourselves towards one another, but now the open world stands before us so why should we keep our feelings and souls trapped in the cages society has set for us? 

“Nonetheless, I don't have a shred of shame for going against the word of the King.” Sitting up from his sloughed position his ungloved hand tenderly brushes my hand down from the twisted knots of hair I have formed, cupping the side of my face his cold hand brings a much needed comfort. Welcoming his touch I lean into his hand; back in the confines of my chamber there was always an unsettling fear that ridiculed the air during our acts of simple affection. The fear would be directed towards the idea of someone watching these “unholy” actions take place. But now the fear I now have is from uncertainty, no man has ever looked, touched and spoken to me the way Simon has. Why is it considered “unholy” when two souls are merely expressing affections towards one another?

“Simon… I wish to see your true face.”

“Is my helmet unsatisfactory for you?”

A warm blush blemishes my skin, bringing a missed heat to my face. “No it’s not that. I do find your helmet to be more than satisfying to look at, I just merely wish to see the face of the man that has risked his life to give me freedom. Along with to meet the gaze of the man that claims I have stolen his heart.” 

Bringing his hand back to his lap his attention goes back to the fire that now offers little warmth to the cold air. “If that is what you wish my lady, then I will do so. Before I do so I want to warn you that my appearance may not be what you wish, I have lived many lives and in doing so show the marks.” 

I don’t understand what he means by his appearance, in the time I have known him I was unable to fathom what his image could be. All that I could think of was the metal skull that adorns his helmet, and the thick tarnished silver skin that keeps the outside world from getting in. Listening to the crackling wood that the fire consumes I watch as Simon places his hands on the sides of his helmet, slowly lifting the metal up. 

My stomach churns from anticipation, what man will be sitting next to me?

Pulling the helmet Simon gently reveals a chiseled jaw that one could compare to the marble bust in my fathers study if it wasn’t covered in a short stubble, following the lower metal that was concealing his eyes Simon fully removes his helmet holding it tightly in front of his chest. Is this what it feels like to be stabbed in the heart? My breath is caught in my throat, with a pounding heart and wide eyes I can’t remove my gaze from his. In what way could he have not appeared as I wished? The man that sits besides me has to be the son of some deity. 

Looking more closely his upper lip has a jagged scar that creeps up towards his left ear, his strong nose is slightly crooked from presumably being broken more times than he could probably count but that doesn't lessen his beauty. His right eyebrow has a subtle scar running horizontal above it, but it ends sharply in the middle before reaching his left eyebrow. Gradually my (e/c) eyes meet his Smokey brown eyes, underneath his unwavering gaze dark bags stand against his pale complexion. 

Releasing the breath I had been unintentionally holding the corners of my lips raised into a soft smile, watching my shoulders relax Simons form mirrors mine. The helmet that had once hidden the face of one of the region’s strongest knights now sits lopsided on the bed. 

“If I may jest, I didn’t expect you to be a blonde Sir Simon.” Relaxing his jaw Simon smiles at my comment. Simon pushes back his hair that is unkept and stands in different directions from the removal of his helmet, it's just long enough for him to brush back with his fingers but still short and out of his way. 

“The very few that have seen me without my armor have said something similar.” 

A strong breeze pushes through the cracks of the walls, attempting to keep the small warmth I have gained from the fire I wrap my arms around myself. If I don't get out of these clothes I’ll freeze before the first snowfall comes; the bed dips creaking at the new movement that pushes the limits of the bed frame. A sudden coldness wraps around my body as a large hand guides my head to lean back, tilting my head back I see Simon's head hovering over my form as I lean against his chest. My cheeks redden once again at his boldness. 

“Rest my lady, when we have recovered from our journey we may continue our conversation.” 

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Visions Of Gideon (Simon Riley (Ghost)x Reader)- Chapter Nine

In a kingdom known for its strong leader and prosperous lands, is the beauty that many have sought after. You are the princess that many talk about, but little have seen. In doing so has caused many suitors to grow desperate and even mad to win your hand, to combat these exchanges the king has contracted a Knight to protect you with his life. Sir Simon Riley or better known as the Ghost of Knighthood is now in your service. How will Ghost protect the women he’s been sworn in to protect? What will come from this relationship? 

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Holding a bundle of my gown I hurriedly follow behind Simon as he makes twists and turns down the hallways, stopping where the candle light can't reach to check if any guards are around. The adrenaline that courses through my bloodstream is having my senses become heightened. Every corner we take I trick myself into thinking someone is standing there waiting for us, ready to capture me and drag me down to the ball gagged and bound so that I can’t object. While Simon is forced to watch as I’m taken away and sent to the dungeons where he’ll be starved for having attempted to steal the princess; or even worse he is to be killed before my very eyes as I’m forced to watch the man I have grown to feel affection towards bleed out on the cold stone floors. 

The very thought that my foolish decision could be the cause of Simon's death makes me want to turn back around where I had once come from, and slam the door and wait to be married off. Either way my heart cries in agony, whether I be married off and never see him again or to watch his life drain from the body that has touched me. I would rather feel this euphoria of a possibility we could run away together than be caged once more. 

I recognize where we are once again, the dimly lit candles changed the appearance of the castle halls as we hurriedly raced down. It appears we are at the garden gates; using his arm Simon pushes my back against the wall, his armor is cold as he presses against the fabric on my stomach. Holding the satchel close to my chest holding my breath I watch as his head peers around the corner. A faint light can be seen reflecting off of the stained glass doors, reflecting off bright red and oranges of flowers to the stone wall. 

Simon keeps his arm positioned against me. Turning his head towards me his head dips down close to my left ear, whispering ever so softly. “There are guards patrolling the grounds. If we are to make it to the stone wall in the farthest corner you need to keep low, and follow me closely.” 

Nodding my head I swallow hard, sneaking has never been a strong suit of mine. Even as a child I would try to sneak down to the kitchen for snacks and would get caught every time due to being “heavy footed”. 

“(F/n)… I will protect you in any way possible. But in doing so, if I am to encounter another guard please know I will not hesitate to silence them.” Simon’s voice stays quiet and calm, never wavering at the fact he is admitting he would kill to protect me, “If it does come down to that I wish for you to cover your eyes… I do not wish to be the one to taint your eyes of such grotesque actions. Do you understand?” 

Squeezing the satchel tighter I nod once more. Simon removes his arm from across my chest, moving his hand to caress my hair. Soothing any hesitation that had begun to boil deep down; this small act of affection makes me crave more of his touch. 

Looking back at the garden doors Simon tugs at my cloak motioning me to follow suit, keeping low we make it out into the cold air. Fiddles, flutes and singing can be heard closely as the royal musicians play to entertain the guests. Laughter and loud conversations bounce off of the damp shrubs into the night air as the windows to the banquet hall are opened, this isn’t good for our situation as if someone was to spot us they could simply yell to alert the guards inside. But then again from how loud everyone speaks and the music plays I wouldn’t be surprised if no one could hear a guard yell, I don't intend to find out either way.

Thankfully, the wind died down only leaving a heavy rain to drench our clothing. I can assume we’ve only been outside for five minutes but my core is frozen solid, with the air already nipping at my exposed skin as the seasons are changing to winter. Stopping before the rose garden Simon pushes me to the ground, my body hits the mud with a slight slush as mud seeps into the green Cotton of my gown. Instinctively I want to yell at Simon and stand from my position, as I look up from the dirt I see a guard's shining back facing us. We only stood a few feet away and if Simon wasn’t aware of his surroundings we could have easily bumped into him. 

Simon looks over the hedges his head sweeps over our surroundings, the smell of the soil and gravel fills my nose of a familiar scent that brings back the sweet memories of the strolls I would take with Sir Simon to escape the reality of what awaited me inside. Biting the inside of my cheek I bring myself back to where I lay, my mind must be trying to escape the reality of how afraid I am. I need to stay in the moment, looking up from the ground I watch before my eyes as Simon stands to his feet grabbing the guards neck. Crouching once again Simon squeezes at the soldiers neck, the tinking of the two men’s armor fills my ears. Wide eyed I stare into the man's eyes as he scratches at Simon's helmet, grasping onto anything he could hold. The guards eyes are bloodshot and full of tears as he attempts to thrash out of Simons grasp, in shock I continue to watch forgetting what Simon had requested of me. Looking down at me the guards hand shoots to grab ahold of me. Noticing Simon turns his body away from me shielding me of the guards possible grasp. Simon calls out my name catching my attention from the shocked state I was stuck in. 

“(F/n)! Look away!” His head is turned over my shoulder watching me, waiting for me to cover my eyes like he had requested. Listening to his request I cover my eyes within my arms, almost as if I thought this would shield me from what I had already witnessed. For what feels like an eternity I keep my eyes covered as the rain pummeled downward onto my clothing like an old woman's long fingernails tapping along my entire body. Gasping with a guttural  gurgling is silenced with a faint snap and clang of metal in its stead. A gloved hand tugs at my arm for me to rise. Simon doesn't say anything, only motioning for me to follow in his steps. 

Stepping beside the fallen guard I wait for him to shoot-up grabbing at my clothing to pull me back to the soaked earth, his head stays motionless face down as I pass by creeping into the rose garden. Pity fills my mind, the poor man was only standing in his posted position that was assigned to him the morning of. In no sane world could he have thought that on the night of the ball he would be killed for doing his job; looking back at the back of Simon's helmet a sour taste comes to the back of my throat and I swallow to contain whatever was to come up. I knew he was capable of killing seeing how he had recently come from a war, but to see the same man that caressed my head only minutes before snap a man's neck makes my skin crawl at the idea he could do the same to me. 

Quickening our pace Simon navigates the garden to the far most corner of the walls, here the sound of the banquet is nothing more than a buzzing of a fly. Standing at his full height he extends his leather hand to my crouched figure, hesitating I grab ahold and pull myself up with his help. The sensation of his wet glove against my bare muddied hand sends a slithering shiver down my arm. 

“My lady, when we cross over to the other side we must run, the patrol will most likely find the guard's body first and sound the alarm. Only at that point will they check your chambers for you.” 

“… I understand.”

Checking over his shoulders once more Simon walks over to the stone wall holding his hand out, “Tonight we will use the rain to our advantage, in doing so we can take no rest and cover as much land as possible. Give me your satchel so that you can save your energy.” 

I hand over my lifeline to Simon, at this point it must weight five pounds more than it had originally started. My clothes must be soaked and feel like bricks instead of a bundle of  gowns. Slinging the satchel over his shoulder Simon crouches down cupping his two hands together to make a small stepping stool. Before I can lift my foot to begin the climb I can’t resist myself from turning around, looking at the high stone bricks I find my wing that was tucked in the far back. The candle I left on my vanity is still lit and from here it is nothing more than a pale white peeking from the window, if you didn't know what you were looking at it is easily missed. 

With a teeth clattering boom a large thunder cloud brings down the rain even harder; taking this a my sign I go back to Simon placing my foot to his hands. With a low grunt Simon lifts my body high off the ground where I can barely reach the top stones of the wall, wet moss and lichen cause my hands to slip. Stretching with all my might digging my nails into the stone I get a strong enough grip to pull my body over the wall, while it wasn’t the most elegant way I was now successfully straddling the wall. Looking down at Simon I offer my hand as if I actually could pull him over on my own. 

Without a word Simon leaps up, grabbing ahold of one of the middle stones and hoists himself up. Show off.

Sliding off to the opposite side Simon reaches out towards me, arms extended high with open hands. “Jump my lady, I won't let you fall!” 

“This is quite high, are you sure you won't let me fall Sir Simon?” Shaking I bring my other leg over so that I’m sitting towards the other side, one false move and It could be over. 

Taking a step closer to the wall Simon reaches out higher, “I have yet to break a promise my lady… and I don’t intend on doing so.” 

Trusting his words I lean forward to his arms, the contents of my stomach drops as I fall into his arms. Just as quickly as the fear had begun setting in it was over, his armor was colder than usual due to the rain and gust of wind. Even if I wished to stay in his arms for the rest of eternity the battle had yet to start, looking towards the woods all I see is blackened leaves and trucks. The distant howls and yelping of coyotes echo in the vastness of the woods before us

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Visions Of Gideon (Simon Riley (Ghost)x Reader)- Chapter Eight

In a kingdom known for its strong leader and prosperous lands, is the beauty that many have sought after. You are the princess that many talk about, but little have seen. In doing so has caused many suitors to grow desperate and even mad to win your hand, to combat these exchanges the king has contracted a Knight to protect you with his life. Sir Simon Riley or better known as the Ghost of Knighthood is now in your service. How will Ghost protect the women he’s been sworn in to protect? What will come from this relationship? 

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What had begun as a beautiful morning with the sun peaking through the dreary cotton that blankets the sky had quickly turned into what is expected within our region. The sun is hidden once again, and in its place is heavy rain and wind that shakes the windows of the palace. Although, I’m assuming not many people within the castle are paying any mind as they frantically rush with the final touches for tonight's ball. Tapping of rain beats against my windows, with the flickering  of a candle on my vanity there’s a certain aura that surrounds my chamber…an uncertainty of what lies ahead. My head swarms with conflict of what is right and what is wrong, to make a selfish decision that will only benefit myself or do my loyalty’s reside in my kingdom and I save those who have only damned me?

That is the question that plagues my mind, and the reason in which I laid in bed in a restless state unable to comprehend what I am to do. 

Early in the morning my evening gown was delivered and was  hung next to my full-length mirror, and there it still performs in the candle light. Emma had done an exquisite job with this gown, going against the primary fit of an empire gown I tend to lean towards as it was a safe option. She took the liberty to give me a gown that is truly fit for a queen. The bodice was pleated with the deep sapphire fabric I had chosen before, adorned with draping sleeves. At the waist the skirt flares out with the dark blue fabric as its base Emma had layered the shifting fabric atop creating the alusión of water. It reminds me of the ocean I had once visited as a young girl, the vast sea seemed as if it would never end. Sometimes if I close my eyes I can almost feel the breeze against my face, blowing the pieces of hair that framed my face back towards my ears tickling them as they wave. 

Maybe if I was to run away I could go back to the ocean. Live in a small cottage with only myself, my books and my love… 

“Stop being a fool (F/n)!” Standing from the chair near my bedside I pace near the entrance of my room. After Sir Simon confided to me about his findings and his… confession. He has been posted outside my room, the other guests began arriving late last night so my wing has been on a strict lockdown. even if I wanted to run away I’ve missed my chance. Besides! It would be childish to run away from my responsibilities, not everyone has the pleasure to experience love. 

Stopping I look down at my hands that are decorated with the new rings and bracelets that the jeweler had made for this occasion, a fresh stain of light pink sits on my fingernails. “Why am I doing this to myself?” Looking at my chamber door I imagine Sir Simon standing on guard, ready to aid me at a moment’s notice, “When did I lose myself to think that it’s normal to reason with myself about never finding love!” 

For my entire life I have been groomed to the thought that my only purpose was to be used as a pawn piece for our kingdom, to bring new allies that could benefit my father. I was never to be thought of as a member of this family. That is the role my brother was given as the first born, he was to be fondled and celebrated! While I am merely nothing more than a cattle to be sold at the market to the highest bidder. For the first time in my life someone is seeing me for who I am. He is offering me a way out, and I plan on taking it.

Longingly gazing at the gown that holds my fate I turn to my armoire, the maids stored my simpler gowns in here in case I chose to go on a stroll and did not wish to dirty my day gown. Searching through the rack I find a few modest gowns that could pass as a Baroness. For now it’ll have to do, when I go into society I can find something that I can more easily blend into the common crowd. Grabbing a cloak I bundle the clothes, tossing them on the bed, rushing over to where my personal collection of jewelry is kept. Finding a small burlap pouch I grab rings and necklaces that could hopefully be sold without too much suspicion of where I could have accumulated them. Scanning over my room I found a few other miscellaneous items that I had grown attached too; taking a satchel I kept under my bed I place all of my items in making sure I wouldn’t grow tired carrying everything. 

The wind picks-up pushing the window panes in and out making a loud banging, there’s a draft in the room making my skin crawl. The window panes settle into place, leaving only the distant sound of footsteps and laughter deep in the banquet hall. I could still go… I can just forget my delinquent actions and find myself a bearable husband, and think back when I’m old about how I should have taken this leap of faith in finding myself. 

I’m petrified of what could happen… but I can’t back down now.

A soft knocking makes me jump out of my skin, stuffing the bag under my bed I hurriedly call out to come in. Smoothing myself I curtsy at my mother and the maids that follow suit. For my unfortunate mental well being my mothers ladies in waiting accompanied her for my visit. Hidden in the back of the lioness’s Sir Simon stands guard at the door, watching as all of the women scatter across the room grabbing chairs, hair tools and other tortureses items that will cause me great discomfort. 

Sitting in one of the chairs my mother begins her squawking, a pain groans in my head hearing her speak, “(F/n)! The time for daydreaming has come to an end, we must make haste if we wish to present you to society in a timely manner.” 

“Of course mother, I do not wish for society to wait any longer.” Clenching my fist I sit, and like a swarm of ants to a fallen crump I’m surrounded by maids getting me ready for my presentation. Pulling on my hair in every which way with brushes and fingers swiping across my face I feel like a prized mare getting ready for a race. Whispers of my mothers ladies in waiting fall over the room, laughter with hushes and shhhh every so often make me think that they are speaking of me. 

With the occasional glance my thinking proves to be correct.

”Now (F/n), when you are to make your rounds you are to make sure you greet His Majesty King Alfred, as you already know his region is by the sea port. It would serve our kingdom quite nicely if we had sea ports at our will.” Hums of agreement pass through the room.

From the crowd a woman in a nasally voice speaks up causing my mother’s attention to turn towards her, “My Queen, what about the newly appointed King in the far region towards the west?”

”You must be speaking of his Majesty King König! He would absolutely make a fine match, he has a very impressive army. I believe (F/n)’s dog has fought against his legions quite a few times.” Standing from her chair my mother waves away the maids exposing my reflection; I don’t recognize the woman that sits before the mirror.

My hair has been tangled into a memorizing updo with jewels delicately tucked in and around to stay in place, using a white ribbon to hold my hair in place. Turning my head the jewels sparkle reflecting the candle light onto the stone walls around us. A rouge dust my cheeks making the impression of a constant flush, and a soft blue powder sits on my eyelids that have a slight shimmer to finish the look. 

Contradicting myself my mother stands behind me with a pale face, and her eyebrows had just been freshly plucked away leaving her with a plain canvas. I had never understood why the women in older society would pluck their eyebrows away but to my mother this was her formal appearance. Still following her old ways she wears a bright yellow gown, though this was one of her more simple formal gowns it still draws one's eye towards her. The collar of her high neckline puffs with cream lace that creeps down to the bottom of her dress. 

Placing her hands on my shoulders she stares at our reflections, “You’re beauty is your saving grace, don't speak out of line tonight and you’ll be sure to have a husband by tomorrow’s morning.” Not sparring me a second glance she walks towards the door, her entourage takes the hint and clears the room following her lead. Before the door closes one of the maids relays that in an hour they’ll dress me and I’ll join the festivities. Closing the door, me and Sir Simon are alone for the first time today.

Turning in my chair I look at Simon as he stands near the door once more. “I was starting to think my mother would offer encouragement, but that was quickly snuffed out by her cruelty.’’ 

Turning his head towards me an audible sigh is heard from underneath his mask, “Do not listen to her inhuman words.” 

I giggle at his boldness, somehow in this time of distress Simon makes me feel like just another young girl possessed by the possibility of love in the making. Knowing that I have him by my side brings a newfound sense of calmness. Rising from my chair I walk till I stand before him, raising my manicured hand to his armed chest I rest on where his heart is buried. 

Leaning in close I whisper just loud enough for only he could hear, fearing that someone could be nearby. “I’ve made my decision Sir Simon… I want to get away from this castle and the walls I have been trapped inside of.” 

Simon says nothing.

Using my other hand I take his left hand and bring it to my chest, just like we had done in the garden all those months ago ”As one final order I command you to accompany me in my ventures. From our time together I've learned that I need you in my dull life and I wish to continue so if you’ll follow me?” 

Simon raises his closed hand to my hair, pulling at the ribbon releasing the tension that has held everything together. Sharp tings hit the floor as the jewels fall beside our feet, my hair now rests naturally as Simon softly brushes remaining strands from my face. Leaning closer to me his voice is lowered to a rough whisper.

“I would follow you into the depths of hell if it means I can spend my every breath within your presence.”

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Visions Of Gideon (Simon Riley (Ghost)x Reader)- Chapter Seven

In a kingdom known for its strong leader and prosperous lands, is the beauty that many have sought after. You are the princess that many talk about, but little have seen. In doing so has caused many suitors to grow desperate and even mad to win your hand, to combat these exchanges the king has contracted a Knight to protect you with his life. Sir Simon Riley or better known as the Ghost of Knighthood is now in your service. How will Ghost protect the women he’s been sworn in to protect? What will come from this relationship? 

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The maid I had just bedded lays quietly beside me, her breast moving rhythmically with her chest as she stays in a peaceful slumber. I hate how women think just because I used them to find pleasure in my cock they can stay. These peasants are nothing more than the chickens that we eat for supper, and I intend to use them just as so. 

Standing beside the bedside where her face rests I stroke my exposed member, taking in her large breast the nipples are perked from the cold morning air. I groan at how badly I want to slide my member I between them as she pushes them together to make the space even tighter, just as she had done the hour before. I think about the face she made when I released myself onto; the confusion, discomfort… Just thinking about how I was the first one to defile her makes me want to experience this euphoria once again.  

Using my free hand I shake her awake, that confused look that I love so much spreads across her face. My cock hardens even more.

”If you intend to stay you are to be of use to me, I didn’t bring you here to sleep.” 

Grabbing the blankets to cover her chest she rises, “My apologies your majesty… how can I be of use to you?” Her puppy dog eyes move from my face down to my member that I still stroke. Growing frustrated at her naive attitude I stop stroking; looking down at her face she licks her lips. Moving my hand from my member, I take my thumb to sit on her bottom lip. Parting her lips with my finger I rest my thumb on her tongue, pushing down to open her mouth. 

She doesn’t resist. Letting me take control of her. 

Smirking at her willingness I use my free hand to push the blankets back down to expose the soft breast that my cock cries to feel once again. “Instead of using that tongue to lick your lips I want to feel it on my cock” removing my finger from her mouth I take her chin in between my fingers lowering my face to hers, “And if you please me again I’ll make sure to reward you. But if you don’t I’ll be sure to move you to the stables where the goats and cows can take you for the whore you are.” 

Instead of replying she silently nods, moving down to my cock where she encases myself around her lips. Groaning, I grab at her breast squeezing them as hard as I please, taking the nipples between my fingers and pinching. She flinches when I do so but continues to suck. “Fuckkk… for being so young who could have thought you could make the next heir to the throne feel this much pleasure.” 

From the sounds of her taking my cock and my moaning I didn't hear the door open. The sound of a man clearing his throat is heard from the back of the room, grabbing the maids hair I pull her back from me but still hold her close so that she could continue when I pleased.

My uncle stands tall with his arms crossed, his hair and bread now carry white tentarlos through the once solid black strands. I've had more of a resemblance to him than to my father, even when I was younger people always told me how I've taken more of my mothers side in regards to looks. Having the same strong frame as him and dark hair, in comparison to my father who is a short heavy man. 

“Uncle! What do I owe you the pleasure of being in my quarters! Do you wish to also partake in pleasure with my newest toy?” Stepping aside I show him the girl that tries lowering her head down to hide her face, pulling at her hair I keep her face exposed to him. 

Shaking his head he walks to my personal book collection, paying no mind to the girl before him and instead looking at the spines of the unread books. “Actually Thomas, I was hoping we could speak alone…” Drawing out the last syllable I take the hint dropping the maid. Scrambling like a roach she dresses, waiting for the door to click we are alone. Buttoning my pants I stand beside him as he opens random books. 

The crows feet at the corners of his eyes are becoming more prominent as he ages, while his appearance doesn't seem it he is 53 years but he looks younger than my mother who stands at a hard 40 years. 

“What do you wish to speak about?” Crossing my arms I lean against the bookshelf causing it to wobble slightly. Keeping his eyes on the books his voice rings my ears.

“Over the years I have grown to see you as my own son, you have proven to me your loyalty and desire to rule this kingdom.” Placing a book back into place he turns to face me, his piercing bourbon eyes looking into mine keeping me where I stand. Even if I wanted to move, his presence alone makes you nailed to the ground. “Which is why I think it is time for you to know the truth. I trust that you won’t betray me and tell others the knowledge I am sharing with you?” Narrowing his eyes he waits for me to respond. 

“Of course Uncle, my loyalty will always lay within your hands and no one else’s.” Nodding he is pleased at my response, I smile at my success. 

“27 years ago, a week before your mother was to be married to her husband I bedded her. When we were children I knew I wanted her to be mine, her beauty was beyond what the other women in the land could have offered me. Knowing that another man would steal her away from me caused disgust to grow within me… so I took my opportunity to forever tie her to me.” Throughout his explanation his voice stayed strong and poised just as he always had, even though he was sharing a secret that has changed my entire world. 

Leaning my full body weight against the bookshelf I close my eyes, the world spins at this secret. Gritting my teeth bile burns the back of my throat. “Because of you my chance of being heir to the throne has been tarnished…” Laughing I snap to look at the man who is really my father. 

“You will still be heir to the throne Thomas. But instead of one kingdom you will rule two, and I plan to carry this out tonight.” Looking at him confused, the world spins slowly, but my interest pushes the bile down to my stomach. 

“Tonight at the ball I will ask for your sister's hand, she is the true heir of the kingdom. But once she is mine I’ll be in control. Knowing her father he will deny my proposal, and when he does so he will be killed.” 

[tuukster]

Visions Of Gideon (Simon Riley (Ghost)x Reader)- Chapter Six

In a kingdom known for its strong leader and prosperous lands, is the beauty that many have sought after. You are the princess that many talk about, but little have seen. In doing so has caused many suitors to grow desperate and even mad to win your hand, to combat these exchanges the king has contracted a Knight to protect you with his life. Sir Simon Riley or better known as the Ghost of Knighthood is now in your service. How will Ghost protect the women he’s been sworn in to protect? What will come from this relationship? 

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Becoming hyper aware of my dry lips my tongue flicks over them, moistening the inner corner. What could possibly come from his honesty. 

The halls outside my chamber are clambering with busy footsteps of servants, with the occasional clad of our knights on their patrol. What would typically offer a sense of comfort in knowing that so many people are around instead makes me want to expel the contents of my stomach; someone could easily walk in and see Simon and I and assume the worst. Yes, he is normally alone with me but in the condition that I’m fully clothed and we’re across the room from one-another. 

Here in this very moment Simon stands in front of me, his helmet suspended over my head. Holding his gloved hand out I glance down but back again towards him.

Playfully smiling I push his hand back towards himself. ”Do you not remember our little deal?”

Saying nothing Simon removes both of his gloves releasing his bound hands from the prison of his own making, tossing them to his side never taking his eyes off of me. Once again he holds out his hand. This time I obliged by placing my smaller hand in his dominant hand. The clenching in my stomach returns, sending waves of flustered snakes to fill my blood stream. Our fingers intertwined into a lock of affection, squeezing comfortably it's as if we are saying to one another what our hearts truly want. I wish for him to reciprocate what I have been pushing into the deep chasm of my soul, but it could never be. 

“What do you wish to speak freely of Sir Simon?”

His hand lightly squeezes mine. “My lady, I have been ordered to protect you with my life. The only way I can further protect you is if you left this kingdom.” 

A chuckle heaves from my chest, this must be a joke. Shaking my head I clear my throat, “If you wished to tell me a joke Sir Simon you could have done so!” I pull my hand away but he doesn't let go. 

“My lady, I can assure you this is no joke. All those months ago when you told me to find out why I’m here I have been doing so, and recently I have completed my mission. The family of which your mother is from is planning an attack on the night of the ball, if you dont get away now you could die. If that happens I could never forgive myself.” His voice is stale.

“You’re lying…”

”I would never lie to you.”

Taking a step back Simon follows, still holding my hand. “My uncle is in control of the kingdom that you speak of, he could never do that. Simon, why would he be planning to do that?” My mind is spinning rapidly, if Simon wasn’t keeping me grounded I think I would have fallen over… If this is true my uncle plans on committing high treason, and war will break out between all neighboring nations.

”From what I have been able to gather he is planning to do this only if your father turns down his marriage proposal. And I could assume your father wishes to branch the kingdom out into other territories. This is an inevitable fate your family cannot escape…” 

Trailing away from his gaze the sunlight is still shining brightly down onto the stone of the floor, birds still sing in the distance. How could life still carry on when a horrible fate is just a day away?

Looking back towards Simon his helmet has light bouncing from the sides, as the sunlight meets the metal a small bursting star is created moving with him as his body shifts. 

“Have you told my father…?” 

Solemnly shaking his head I focus on my bare feet.

“Why is it that you choose to tell me instead of my father, there must be something he could do?”

His hand tightens around mine, his voice lowers to a groveling whisper. “There is nothing he can do; my priority is to keep you safe. That has become my life purpose…” 

Closing my eyes tears gently fall down my cheek bone, to my chin to find their doom on the stone floor. Why is it that my fate is always decided for me? Why is it that he chooses to say these things? Opening my eyes accepting that no matter how hard I try to convince myself to stop, my tears will only fall harder. My loose hand grasps my robe, crumpling it into a wrinkled mess that I wish I could rip and throw to the ground. 

With foggy vision I look past my tears to Sir Simon still unmoved. “Why must you say those things? It is cruel that I am the one to decide how you must live your life, your life’s purpose should be saved for the one you love. Not some maiden you were forced to watch!” 

Lifting his free hand his rough palm holds my cheek, there’s a hint of hesitation before he fullully rests his hand, the tears that had steamed down my face seep into his skin leaving no space between us. I watch silently as his helmet dips down and his eyes align with mine, for the first time I see the colors of the eyes that have been looming over me for all these months. They remind me of the sweet syrup from a maple tree, or a freshly brewed tea on a cold morning. 

The butterflies awaken within my empty stomach once again, scratching to escape. My throat tightens at the contact of his skin; even with an impending doom laying ahead of me I feel free when Sir Simon is close. 

Simon speaks once again keeping his voice at a low whisper, a gift that only I alone can hear. “From the moment I laid my eyes on you (F/n) I have been enchanted… yes, it was for merely your beauty in the beginning. But now at every moment I'm awake all I wish to do is listen to your humming as you daydream in the garden. Watch your chest rise and fall from a peaceful slumber in the armchair within this room, and I would spend an eternity listening to you speak of the new stories you read of and reciting poetry that I, a deprived and uneducated man, could never begin to imagine. You are the blessing that I am unworthy of, merely standing in your presence is tarnishing to your purity! I know you could never love a monster that I have become, but please know that my body, soul, and heart still belong to you. From the very beginning I have been at your command.”

Mouth parted I can’t seem to speak any words, is this a dream? Bile creeps to my throat coated with nerves and excrement, how could someone feel this way towards me. Seemingly reading my mind Simon continues. 

”You don't need to say anything, all I ask of you as a poor man that is now begging to the woman that holds his heart… run away as far as you can. Never look back at this kingdom that has done nothing for you.”

[tuukster]

Dark Paradise (Kylo Ren x Reader)- Chapter Three

Taken from your original planet filled with sparkling waters and ocean creatures far more beautiful than one could comprehend, you are now trapped in a glass cage forced to entertain your kidnappers and the horrendous guests that gaze upon your form. Sirens were thought to be a myth in the galaxy, but when commander Kylo Ren hears rumors that one has been captured he lets his curiosity take control.

𓏸𓈒𓇼~~~~~~𓇼𓈒𓏸

Laying in the far corner of my confined prison I once again find myself taking deep rhythmic breaths of the burning salt water, even after being here for what I can assume as many moons my throat burns after a night's rest. Pulling myself from the floor I swim around lazily kicking the kinks and aches that formed in my tail from the position I was resting in. The curtain is drawn so that neither myself or others can see one another; but I can still feel his heart beating faintly. Even though it was expected that we would be farther apart than closer together I mourn the loss of his presence.

It’s strange to have this empty pit that can’t be filled, I have spent my life with the company of my sisters and mothers but have found solace with this unknown man. He doesn’t resemble my kind in any form from the waist below, and who knows if he has any connections to my ancestors.

Nonetheless, this man is to be all mine.

And mine alone.

Stopping at the adorned rock my hands brush against the uneven stone that juts out from all directions, the fake plants sway over one another entangling themselves into tight balls that droop downward. Dying for some form of entertainment my fingers interlock into the tightly coiled ball pushing against the strands to release them. As my hands continue to work on the ball of mass my attention is drawn upwards, since my meeting with the mysterious man and my captures caught a glimpse of my true beauty they have taken it upon themselves to leave gifts.

Never taking the time to draw close to the surface of the water I have no inkling of what they have chosen to be worthy of my time. From the bottom glimmering slivers and golds reflect on the surface, hinting that the pile must have grown. With one final tug the plants release from one another lifting upward to the current; holding onto a singular strand I observe as it contorts against my fingers attempting to flow with its clutch of other plants.

Offering the plant a pity smile I release it from my grasp, “Even if you aren't real I can't help but pity you, why should I control you when you're meant to be with your clutch?” Resuming my swim once more I lay around the edges of my prison looking for something that could aid in my escape.

𓏸𓈒𓇼~~~~~~𓇼𓈒𓏸

Lost in the number of times I have looked at the hoard of treasure I miss the gentle knock against the glass, only noticing the disturbance of the once calm water when I no longer only feel my heart beat pounding against my rib cage. Spinning my body around at a rate that could make even the strongest women dizzy, there he stands.

Dressed in black with a crimson cloth that drapes across his chest his hands are bare, while one is pressed against the glass another holds something wooden. Curiosity eats within my chest baring its teeth to find out what he has brought. Wasting no time I swim to where he stands, taking position on the floor I gaze up at him. My limbs feel weak from his eyes as they remind me of long forgotten shipwrecks that lurk at the bottom of the sea floor; similar to a shipwreck I’m uncertain of what lays behind his walls, even if I feel lust towards him and a desire to please I don't know what circulates through his mind.

Placing my hand against the glass I relax at the slight warmth that emulates from his hand, locking our gaze with one another I grow lost at the beauty he possesses. This is what creatures must feel when they look upon a siren? Lost in the beauty and the mere thought that such a magnificent creature lurks in the depths of the ocean. The man whose soul is bound for the rest of eternity to mine drifts away from the wall separating us. My heart aches from the release of his touch, but as soon as it had begun the feeling is replaced with disgust.

Following his gaze I realized that in our moment of peace we weren’t alone.

Standing at the far corner of the room where he stands, a small creature waits patiently. I have never seen a creature that looks quite as…. Unique as themselves. Their body reminds me of an enlarged sea slug that lives underneath the rocks in warmer regions of my home waters. With large eyes that stand above their head and arms that are similar to mine, they slither closer to where my mate stands. The slugs colors change from hues of greens and yellows to white as they grow closer to where we are. My guard is up once again towards this unknown species.

Pulling my hand away from the glass I take my position once more behind the cover of the adorned rock, peking out to where they stand. While I can’t hear what they are speaking about I watch as my mate's arms uncross from his chest and point to the top of my cage, the slug unable to conceal his fear begins to shake as more time passes. The creature's eyes jump from the top of the cage, to my mate, landing eventually on myself.

Holding my ground I watch cautiously as the slug slowly creeps closer to my enclosure, his eyes moving around trying to catch a glimpse of myself and the lower half of my body that I hide. Pushing forward his body slides up the glass secreting a thick mucus tail. A chill of discomfort borrows underneath my skin as I watch their body move up the walls, closing the distance between him and I.

Their body reaches the top of the glass wall, folding downward the mucus drips from underneath their body disturbing the water with thick globs. Because the mucus is heavier than the water it drifts down to the bottom of the floor refusing to mix with the salt water. Eventually the scent of the mucus is carried from the current to where I am, it reminds me of the acid that poisonous vipers spit when one ventures too close to their nest. Grasping the rock with pins and needles dispersing across my palms my cautious gaze deepens into hostility as the slugs head dips into the salty water. Pressing my chest into the stone I guttural hiss instinctively sits in my throat, at the threat the slug swiftly brings his head once more out of the water.

All I can do is send warnings, from the lack of edible food my captures have thrown into my prison my body has grown weak, in doing so even if I had the opportunity to drag a soul down into the water I don't have energy to succeed in drowning them.

After many painful heartbeats the slug once again places his head into the water, another hiss sits in my throat and as I go to bare my fangs a strange rhythmic clicking echoes in the water. Halting I listen, the clicks vary in volume and length. Stopping the slug begins to howl, one that reminds me of glaskum’s during their own mating season. Covering my ears their howls draw out into high pitched squeaking.

Due to the glass the howling and squeaking bounce off the walls making a hell scape that my sensitive hearing can only take so much of, pulling at my hair I yell out to the slug with my voice that I thought had been lost.

”Stop it! Why is it that you wish to torture me!” Pulling at my hair I wait to hear the howling continue…. But silence once again settles in the water.

Releasing my tangled knots I look once more into the eyes of the slug. Their eyes are bulging out of their sockets assumingly because I had finally spoken, and nonetheless commanded them to stop. Breathing heavily the slug is whispering to themselves, tapping their hands together rhythmically lost in thought. Not wishing to break the silence I wait for their next move.

In what felt like years the slug breaks the silence, their voice slow and meticulous with the pronunciation of each syllable. “You….speak ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ଳ?”

My expression of confusion must be prominent as the slug hurriedly continues, “My lady… I never thought I could ever be blessed to be in the presence of your kind… nonetheless be speaking to one of the ocean's greatest treasure’s .”

Shaking my head I back away from my position, how is it that this slimy creature has the ability to speak the language that is only known in the depths of my seas caverns. Turning my attention towards the man behind the glass his expression deepens in a manner that I’m unfamiliar with. Does he wish for me to communicate with this… thing? But what is it that they wish to convey? What do I have that they would find valuable? Curiosity creeps back up within me, this feeling that I had assumed had been squashed since being placed in this prison is one that I have missed.

Steading myself I decided that I have nothing left to lose, so I will play along with this creature's attempt to communicate. “Creature, what is it that you wish to gain from speaking to me?”

The slug visibly grows excited at hearing my voice, “My lady, I wish to gain knowledge! I have spent many years dreaming of this very moment, and when the Supreme Leader requested my presence I acted immediately!“ The slug threw their hands rapidly around the water as they spoke, causing my scales to jump at his sudden movements. “But the mission that has been placed upon myself is to ask for The Sirens Virtus Et Fortitudo, the necklace that you wear is priceless and the Supreme leader would wish for nothing more than to have it.” Vibrating with excitement I can only watch them blankly as I comprehend what they have said, finally their words sink in and I mockingly smile.

I can’t help but let my laugh fill the water at the idea that the jewels that have adorned my chest for many moons now, is the hidden treasure that many men have found their demise in trying to find. Letting go of the plant I had been supporting my weight on I drift back down to the bottom, my tail is the first to lay onto the cold sand, the weight of my body causes small particles to pool around myself before settling back down to the floor. Tightly grasping the jewels that cover my chest I offer a poised smile.

”Creature, what I wear is no more than a fable that has traveled through lands. What men call The Sirens Virtus Et Fortitudo is nothing more than a mere wish. One of which comes from men’s lust to find and capture one of us, this necklace is nothing more than one of the ocean’s beautiful creations.” The creature looks puzzled at my statement. I can see the disappointment within his eyes, as he eventually deciphers what I said. Pulling his head out of the water his eyes remain in for a moment longer before he eventually pulls his attention away from my form.

The water is still, many moons have passed since I've had the luxury to speak to another even if it wasn’t one of my fellow sisters. Nonetheless, my heart is warmed at the idea that the other half of my soul is attempting to speak to me. Even if it is with this large sea slug…

After a few moments the slug lowers his head once more into the water, stuttering over his words he composes himself once more though this time his eyes ignore my gaze. “The Supreme Leader o-offers you a gift. In exchange for the necklace, even if it holds no power he wishes to examine it… only if it pleases you lady (F/n).”

Instinctively my palm caresses the jewels that hang above my breast, this is one of the few pieces that remain as a reminder of my home. But internally I know that it holds no value, and what my mate is presenting has value. It is a gift to show his devotion to what we share with one another and in the state that I’m being held in this is a blessing that I crave to hold close. Closing my eyes I solemnly nod at the slugs offer; delicately my fingers fiddle with the latch behind my neck, at the release from being locked my neck feels the weight of the necklace lesson. Who could have imagined that some jewels could have held such a weight?

With one last look at the jewels that sit in my palm I push upward to the edge of the glass where the slug resides; still avoiding my gaze their hand is stretched downward into the water awaiting to be given the necklace.

I pray that you find your way back to the depths of our home waters, where no man can take advantage of the pleasures others have placed upon you.

Swimming just close enough to where our fingertips could graze one another my closed palm shakes ever so slightly at the closeness we share. Steading myself I release the necklace into their hand. A surge of panic crashes against my chest as I watch the jewelry set onto their hand. A panic that I hadn’t felt since when I was originally taken from my homeland. Wanting to act on this new found emotion I go to snatch the necklace back , but before my hand can reach back outwards to retrieve my necklace the slugs hand rushes out of the water.

Nervously I observe their distorted body that sit at the edge of the glass, I don't know what they may do to me if I climb out. So I can only watch helplessly as they hold the necklace high above their head with their eyes stretched in different directions to observe the jewelry that is within their grasp.

As I watch, my lungs begin to tighten, in the way that could only be felt if you had inhaled toxic gases from unfamiliar vents on the seafloor. What had started as a slow and bothersome burn turns into painful twists and jabs, clutching my chest I curl from the pain. Writhing at the sensation of what feels like water being sucked from my lungs, and my body being twisted dry of any moisture it had once before.

“What is happening to me?” Gasping to catch my breath bubbles leave my mouth, shocked at this unfamiliar sensation I curl my tail more tightly against my abdomen. The burning that has taken over my core travels through my body to the tip of my tail. Looking down at my fins I expect them to be encased with painful flaming lesions, but instead a tidal wave of bubbles blurs my vision.

[tuukster]

Dark Paradise (Kylo Ren x Reader)- Chapter Two

Taken from your original planet filled with sparkling waters and ocean creatures far more beautiful than one could comprehend, you are now trapped in a glass cage forced to entertain your kidnappers and the horrendous guests that gaze upon your form. Sirens were thought to be a myth in the galaxy, but when commander Kylo Ren hears rumors that one has been captured he lets his curiosity take control.

𓏸𓈒𓇼~~~~~~𓇼𓈒𓏸

Loud bangs vibrate off of the surrounding walls causing my body to shoot up from its unrestful state. Scooting myself so that I press against the cold walls keeping my guard up I wait to hear or see anything, not knowing what to expect the unexplainable noise feels like it’ll never end, seemingly like I will never know the sound of silence again. Pushing against the back of the wall the uneven edges of rock dig into my skin.

But as soon as it had once started the banging eventually came to a standstill, the small speck of curiosity that encouraged me to peek outside of the cave is extinguished as the scent of rotting flesh flows through the water. Bile from the pit of my stomach burns at my throat threatening to shoot out of my body.

”What is that stench…” I speak to no one but myself.

Lowering my head my eyes catch a large chunk of decaying blubber from some animal drift down to the sand, oil seeps from around the blubber into the water carrying a green hue. It’s origin is unfamiliar, no animal that I have seen has this scent or color, even in its decaying form. I can assume that my kidnappers have taken it upon themselves to offer me a meal, well, attempt at a meal. A rumbling and low pitch squeal echoes from my body. The thought of a proper meal makes the dull ache worse, I don't know how long I have been held but the thought of ripping apart the flesh of the creature before me is becoming a possibility.

Pushing away the thoughts of eating the flesh I close my eyes, I think back to the cold water from home, how the jellyfish come in waves with the upwelling from the deep where not even the eldest mother has dared to venture. The water that runs through here is nothing compared to back home, though I have grown used to the stinging sensation that sits in my throat.

With my eyes still closed I begin a sorrowful lullaby. Beginning with a humming to grow into a full angelic song; when one of our sisters is lost we sing this song so that wherever she may be can find her way back home. Tears burn my eyes once more as the thought of the mothers and sisters sing out desperately so that I may come home. Wrapping my arms tighter around myself I continue to sing into the emptiness of the water.

The growing aches within my stomach are beginning to feel as if crabs are clawing their way out of my skin, with one last rumble I halt my singing. I don't know how long they plan to keep me trapped, but if I wish to feel the waters of my life once more then I need to survive. Opening my eyes once more they fall onto the now pale blubber that has drifted across the sand. I will do whatever it takes to survive.

Listening for unfamiliar sounds I push off the wall hesitantly swimming out of the protection of the cave. Moving my tail in small flicks so I don't stir up a current, I watch myself to see if there is anything waiting, in an almost humorous manner I don't recognize my surroundings. In an primordial frenzy I went for cover as soon as my body was thrown into this cage. Taking the opportunity I look around, the walls are made of glass and jagged rock that is once again unfamiliar. Besides the low cave that I have claimed as my own there is only an adorned rock that reaches the surface of the water, covered in plants and small gemstones. The rock looks more like something to be presented on than useful.

Taking a moment to look at the unusual rock I unknowingly saw as the walls were no longer darkened, but instead grew clear as an audience stood in awe. Sensing eyes watching I spin around to see a crowd of creatures standing around the front of the cage.

Instinctually my body wishes to perch itself on the rock and watch at the creatures on the other side adore my form, lulling for them to come closer where I can drag their body’s into the cave in this prison. After all, this is what my ancestors were created for. To uphold the beauty of the ocean and kill those that try to take the beauty for themselves; we ourselves are lessons that others must learn from. Snapping myself out of the trance I swim hurriedly back to the “safety” of the cave, reaching the familiar rock formation instead of a small dark opening it has been blocked. The opening is nonexistent, and now I’m left out in the open for these predators to have their way with my body.

All the stories that the mothers and our sisters shared crossed my mind. Visions of the cruelty our lost souls had to face with the gory details of how they were forced to hide and watch as throats were slit, and lifeless bodies being thrown back into the cold water where their bodies would decay into nothing. Or what I had seen as the most horrific was tales of how our sisters still thrashing for their life were descaled, bleeding onto the white sand pleading for their mothers to save them as the sun dried them out slowly.

I had never known fear the way I experience it now. Nonetheless, the creatures have made their way to the glass pushing one another to take in the view of my broken body.

Looking at all the creatures I have no knowledge of where they are from or even what they are, some have skin the color of coral that lined the ocean floor while others looked as if the hair on the tops of their head encased their body. No one looked similar to me or my people, looking down at where a tail or fins should be instead was replaced by something else. Shuddering at this I turn my back to them swimming to the back of the cage, even if I was still left in the open for everyone to see I wish to keep my distance. Letting my body sink to the floor I sit in the corner still watching as the men gawk at what lives in this prison. No matter the fear and resentment that has built into my body I must be aware of where my predictors are, taking note of how many pressed themselves against the glass.

Averting my gaze momentarily I see that the lump of flesh had made way into the back with me, the scent isn’t as strong as before but that is because I’ve gotten used to it circulating through the water. Still trembling I pull my tail close to my body curling up tightly, glaring at those that tapped the glass or tried speaking to me.

𓏸𓈒𓇼~~~~~~𓇼𓈒𓏸

Even though it appears to be dark outside of the cage the crowd has only grown larger, many still stand pressed against the walls waiting to be the first ones to see me change position, but most of them have started a feast. Large headless animals are set onto the table, with different spreads of food that don’t appear to be edible. Some of the people choose to eat civilly, others don’t hesitate in engolphing the animal in one foul swoop. Even if my stomach contorts in discomfort the sight of them eating makes my appetite disappear.

As I watch them fulfill their hunger the look of disgust has become more pronounced in my features, they are nothing more than bottom feeders.

Forcing my attention elsewhere I look down at the sand, using the nail on my pointer finger I mindlessly draw into the ground. The images don’t retain for long as the water moves over the lumps and peaks, smoothing it down once more. What is supposedly my dinner still sits close by, the remaining oil from the blubber has leaked leaving a ghostly white blob in its place. By now all the flavor and scent has left the flesh, so even if I did decide to cave into my hunger it would taste like the burning salt water.

With my finger still dangling into the sand my focus is drawn back to the walls before me, in my time of losing focus the room has changed. Creatures no longer stand pressed against the glass, nor do they sit feasting. Their attention is focused on a figure standing at the front of the room, from where I sit my view is obstructed by the presentation rock. The sensation of interest fills my mind, creeping down the bones of my spine to my tail. In a slow and hesitant manner I swam closer to observe why the creatures had a sudden change in demeanor.

Using the adorned rock as cover I peak my head to the side to catch a glimpse of the scene before me. The muffled sounds of music and laughter became a haunting silence, those that obscured the glass with their bodies stand far away from where they once were. For the first time in a while relief floods my lungs, with their bodies away from the glass I feel that I can breathe. Searching for the cause of the rooms shift my eyes lock at the man standing at attention in the front. Since being confined to these four walls I have yet to see another creature that looks like me, but yet, there he stands before me. Subconsciously the fingertips and nails dig into the rock, even if there was discomfort or pain I couldn’t be bothered to notice.

This electricity that sizzles between this man and I is unlike anything I have experienced before, I can only think to compare it to Is touching a gargantuan eel that lurks in the corals offshore of land. While in all my years of living I have never come across a male, choosing a solitary life the males of my species prefer to roam the endless ocean in search of large predators and other males that pose a threat to them. As a young child the mothers would reminisce of the sweet times they encountered their mate, the electric shock that intertwined their souls into one for the rest of eternity. How even apart they can feel their lover’s heartbeat, sensing when they draw close. Only choosing to return after successfully hunting a large predator or to perform the mating ritual, nonetheless, the longing that they would feel for one another would suffice them for the rest of eternity.

Seeing as I have never encountered a male before I could never be blessed to experience such intense feelings. That was until now. He too refuses to remove his eyes from mine, following the pull he makes way to the glass that divides us. Watching as he comes closer he is one of the most beautiful creatures I have ever seen, he carries himself with so much pride and power that even I in the water can feel the warmth of his aura. With wide muscular shoulders I can only think how he would be able to provide for us, even with a large build his features offer beauty that can only be described as a blessing from the gods. Releasing The hold I had on the rock I swam towards the glass that he was behind leaving all thoughts behind of what could come from my exposure to the open. The other creatures watch with lust as this is the first time my full body has been exposed, the lighting in the room reflects the scales that encase my tail making the dark blues reflect to green when flicked. The hypnotic colors cause all eyes to follow my every move, with the added sparkling from the jewelry that adorns my chest I become irresistible.

Since being kidnapped I have resented the thought of how alluring I made myself, but in front of him I can’t but wish I had worn larger necklaces that help accentuate my body. His eyes drink in my body, never averting his gaze elsewhere. Looking into his gaze he too must have felt the electric soul tying as they shimmer with excitement. Taking my hands I press the palms flat against the glass pushing hard in hopes to feel his touch. Following my movements his hands slowly move to press against the glass where they overlap mine, his large hands consume my smaller more delicate fingers leaving an eerie thought of how much larger he is compared to my frame. For the first time in a while I smile, softening my eyes as I study every detail of his face. Following his gaze I noticed how he stares at my chest, a blush settling on my cheeks. I look at his eyes seeing the surface glimmering with red.

On the other side of the glass Kylo stands in confusion, while this creature is one that can only be described as beautiful and lustrous. His focus is drawn around her neck, there sits the jewels he has been looking for his whole life, The Sirens Virtus Et Fortitudo, the one known gem in the entire universe that can grant a command.

[tuukster]

Dark Paradise (Kylo Ren x Reader)- Chapter One

Taken from your original planet filled with sparkling waters and ocean creatures far more beautiful than one could comprehend, you are now trapped in a glass cage forced to entertain your kidnappers and the horrendous guests that gaze upon your form. Sirens were thought to be a myth in the galaxy, but when commander Kylo Ren hears rumors that one has been captured he lets his curiosity take control.

𓏸𓈒𓇼~~~~~~𓇼𓈒𓏸

The hot surface of the rock I lay on scorches my exposed skin and scales, the burning beams of light from the many suns that sit in the sky warms my body. Water crashes against the surfaces around me leaving droplets of water to lick my skin, leaving a small cooling trail. Around me the air is quiet other than the peaceful sounds of waves crashing into one another. Salt sits in the air making it difficult to breathe; with one last stretch of my arms I open my eyes once more blinded momentarily by the sunlight that sits atop the water.

Rolling over now laying on my stomach I hum to myself, using a corner of the rock I pull my body into the water head first dragging my lower half in with me. There was a slight shock as the water is much colder than the hot rock I was just laying on, looking around I see the normal sea creatures carrying on with their day. Swimming through large corals that tower just below the surface of the water, lowering my hand to the sea floor the sea grass tickles in between my fingers.

A small group of fish follows beside my tail, a few get too close and get spun around from the small current my tail makes. Rolling my eyes I swim past the pods of reefs and jagged rocks that go past the surface of the water. Eventually, I reach the drop off.

The water is significantly cooler than in the reef pods but this is where I call home. The school of fish swims past my body and I’m once again left to be alone.

Taking a deep breath in of the cold water I swim down into the drop off. The sunlight dulls as I push deeper… deeper… and deeper in the caverns. I can no longer hear the crashing waves or swishing of fish as they dash past me. Instead there’s a harmonious humming, soft and sweet. Bioluminescent coral line the walls of rock giving off soft glows of blue and green, lighting the way while I swim.

Swimming past open caves I see the other women practicing their singing, gossiping with one another or weaving baskets out of the thick kelp that grows in the forest close by. Offering quiet hellos to one another I don't take the time to stop and have a meaningful conversation; it isn’t long before I reach my cave. There’s a small magma vent in the corner providing warmth to my skin with my piles of treasure’s spilling over the basket they were intended to stay inside of.

There’s a quick swishing of water behind me and I already know who it is, without turning around I know Maeve has come to pester me once again.

”Good morning Maeve.”

“I bet it was a good morning for you (F/n).” Her voice is strong and has an undertone of annoyance laced through.

“I wish to enjoy my day Maeve, so if you have nothing purposeful to say then leave.” Turning around, Maeve is sitting on the rock beside the opening of my chambers. Blue hues reflect off of her pearly white skin, her fiery red hair reminds me of the lava that resides inside of the vents as it swirls around in the water. Like many of the other sirens Maeve chooses to have her chest bare so that they may entice any creature even more when they look upon them, in doing so her sandstone colored scales emphasize her body even more.

Holding her nails close to her face she inspects them one-by-one, “Why is it that you wish to flaunt yourself to those on the surface? If you haven’t noticed you’re a siren, and with being what we are we must up-“

Cutting her off I finish her sentence “uphold the divine gifts we are given. I have heard you scold me before Maeve! And besides for your information all I do is bask in the sun.” Pushing my hair out of my face I sit in my kelp pile, turning to look at the steady stream of bubbles that erupt from the vent.

”Clearly you never retained any of the stories the mothers have told us,” Her tail swishes in my direction causing the stream of bubbles to be disrupted “If you wish to have yourself killed you may as well go into the mouth of a glaskum, at least then your death will have some purpose.”

Rolling my eyes I lay down in the kelp grunting at how everyone assumes I have a death wish for going to the surface; its deep rooted in our culture that a siren should be spotted, not seen. So to presumably “flaunt” ourselves to the surface is seen as foolish, and disgraceful.

I on the other hand don't see the harm this could cause, from our knowledge there is no other intelligent creature that resides in our sea. So how could something so innocent cause harm to myself or others?

Swimming over to a reflective rock that sits beside my hoard of shining metals I remove the jewelry that hangs from my neck. Digging through the pile many catch my eye but one stands out the most. Picking up the gold chain ruby's drip down like the crimson blood from a kill of ours, placing it on my neck the dark red compliments my skin beautifully. Grabbing a few other pearls and simple necklaces that hang low enough to cover my chest I make my way out of my cave once more, needing to feel the sun on my skin once more I make way back to the surface.

Finding my preferred rock once more I pull myself out of the water, dragging my cold scale against the burning surface. Looking down at my chest I smile at how my jewels shimmer in the sun, but more so I adore how the rubys brighten from the rays of light that shine down on my form. Laying down on the rock I listen to the waves crash against the judding rocks nearby, closing my eyes I shield my vision from the brightness that kisses the water.

𓏸𓈒𓇼~~~~~~𓇼𓈒𓏸

It happened in an instant, as I was once laying on my rock alone as I had done thousands of times before. The feeling of hands gripping tightly around my arms caused my eyes to shoot open, but before my eyes could lay on the people that now hold me my head was covered in white. Instinctively I screech in such a high pitch that I cause my own ears to ring, pleading for whoever is holding me to let me free.

Grasping at whatever cloth or skin I could feel my nails dig deep, I must have dug myself into someone as they squeal out in pain. Hoping this was my opportunity to escape I flailed around slapping my tail down splashing the edge of the water. This was what the mothers have warned us about, tails of men taking our sisters and using them for pleasure before stripping them of their scales leaving them to bleed out on the shores just far enough away from the water.

From a young age we were taught to drown all of those that come close, using all my might I try to flail and shove in hopes we will fall into the sea. There I have a chance to survive, and once they’re in I’ll drag them to the depths of the drop off where me and my sisters will feed upon them. Any creator that dares to lay their hands on us deserves to be killed, and have their corpses rot at the deepest depths of the ocean.

Screaming once more my tail slaps against the rock once more before a sharp pain hits the side of my head, my eyes feel as if they will pop out at any sudden movement. Closing my eyes to lessen the pain my body goes limp and before I could protest I lose consciousness…

𓏸𓈒𓇼~~~~~~𓇼𓈒𓏸

And that is where I now lay, the coarse sand from some foreign sea scrapes at my skin leaving cuts that the eye can't see. My kidnappers had the common currency to give my new “home” a small cave that I presume is where I’m intended to sleep, but how am I expected to rest in a place that is so foreign to me? My body is slowly rejecting the water I breath, dull aches pulse through my tail and my fins are limp. Holding up my right hand it seems that even my skin is losing color, I’m unsure of whether my body is simply dying or the sadness and fear that resides in my soul is reflected in my appearance.

Pulling at one of my braids I begin to untangle to knott that had kept my locks from slipping away, using my nails I slowly attempt to comb through to keep my hair from becoming a tangled mess. Even in the situation I find myself in I can’t help but find myself fixing my appearance; unlike the other sirens that had chosen to make homes near my sleeping chamber I kept up with my appearance. Taking the time to comb through my hair, making sure to fix my braids every morning and even collecting lost treasure that dangles from my neck to cover my breast. They would often taunt me saying how pointless it was to keep up on my appearance, saying that no matter what creatures would become enamored with us just by simply meeting our gaze.

But I wanted to do more than enamor, I wanted them to feel lustful, trapped under my very presence. In the end…. I succeeded in what I wished for. Now I am to be forever forced to be looked upon with lustful hungry eyes, and I am the one who has found themselves to be trapped….

Releasing the hair I was once holding I wrap my arms around my chest, curling my tail to become a ball. Sucking in the suffocating water a quiet sob fills the water, with every moment my sobs become louder turning into a bubbly rage. Digging my sharp nails into my tough scales all I can do is cry. For the first time in my life I wished I was some other creature that lives on land, so that I may cry to let my tears fall down my face instead of mixing with the water around me as soon as they leave my eyes.