#141 knights au

[raffe156]

Chain Mail and Silk

Pairing - Price X MC (Tank) F!reader

Summary - Little fluff drabble for the Knights AU

A/N - The brain rot I have for this AU is crazy haha I wrote this today while nursing a hangover from being out very late last night so please enjoy!

I really appreciate all the recent feedback and asks! Please keep em coming! Especially to the anon that started this DLC 🤣

Warnings - slight angst, forbidden love? Language, fluff, Age gap Relationship, Price (40) Tank, (25) she defo should be married off by that age haha

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Call of duty characters - Only Tank & Luke

Tags: @shuttlelauncher81 @fanficandartgal @deadbranch @soapyghost​ @mostannoyingbillioner @chb-7

“My lady, please let me finish it off for you, your fingers look sore…” Cece pleaded with you.

“No…it’s quite alright…ow…I want to do it myself”

A few more stitches an you were finished, your initials just legible in gold thread, it wasn’t perfect but it would do. You looked at Cece triumphantly.

“Very nice mlady”

“Let’s just hope he actually does ask for my favour after all that”

********

Price watched as you took your seat in the royal box, your father being an advisor to the king allowed for that privilege. He had donned his best armour and rode out onto the field, his heart pounding with anticipation. The slight scandal of him asking for your favour was not lost on him. He was the knight commander his mind was meant to be focused on battle plans and strategies, not wooing a lady of the court 15 years younger than him.

Your eyes fixed on him as he rode towards you. You had convinced yourself he wasn’t going to ask you and ask one of the other women instead, but there he was just below you with that eye crinkling smile that made your heart flutter.

“My lady, may I ask for your favour? Such a token would be an honour to an old knight commander such as myself” there were a few mumbles as you leant forward.

“Of course Sir Price” you handed him your handkerchief his hand holding on to yours for a few seconds longer than needed. As you slowly withdrew your hand Price looked down at the silk handkerchief, your initials embroidered in gold thread on the corner, just under the last stitch a tiny dark spot, you must of pricked your finger.

“Thank you my lady, I shall keep it next to my heart for it shall protect me better than any chain mail” he bowed his head as he folded it up tucking it under his breast plate. You bowed your head in return his kind words making your cheeks flush. The mumbling started up again, but you didn’t care, The knight commander had asked for your favour.

*******

The day was long and grueling, but Price fought with all his strength and skill. And in the end, he emerged victorious, having unhorsed all his opponents and won the tournament. Even at his age his level an skill never let him down even against men half his age.

As he removed his helmet and wiped the sweat from his brow, he felt a surge of pride and joy at the sight of you stood applauding his final victory your eyes wide with excitement. He hoped Garrick had got the message to Cece that he wanted to meet with you later that night in the eastern tower.

*******

As the whole castle slept you creeped through the dark corridors all the way to the eastern tower a tall candle lighting your way. You climbed the steep stone steps to the top opening the door to the small room, you thought maybe Price had changed his mind as it was empty but then from the shadows he appeared his dark blue eyes as if light from behind greeted you from the dark.

“I thought you’d changed your mind” you placed your candle on a near by dresser.

“Never…” he closed the distance between you in one stride, his arms wrapping around you pulling you back tight to his chest his face buried in your hair.

“You did well today, I heard the king singing your praises and you made a lot of men very rich by the way” you rested your hand on the back of his head.

“I don’t care about making other men rich and I’d take you singing my praises over the king any day” he mumbled the words into your hair.

“Don’t let the king hear you say that…or my father for that matter…he still wants me married off to sir Luke the one with the highland cows” Your words made Price step back he hated when you spoke of your fathers numerous attempts at marrying you to the highest bidder, it caused his heart to ache and blood to boil.

“Sir Luke can gladly fuck off…” Price scowled at even the repetition of the name.

“Never mind all that…..what was it you wanted to show me?” There was that child like excitement in your eyes again, your hands clasped together tight.

“Sit down” he guided you to sit in the small seat by the candle light, the glow illuminated your face and it almost caused his heart to cease, you were the most beautiful creature he had ever had the grace to lay eyes upon and here you were entertaining an old fool of a man.

Price handed you a small velvet box. Inside was his gold signet ring, his family crest engraved on the front.

“I know this is not nearly as beautiful as your handkerchief," he said, "But I hope you'll wear it in some form as a symbol of my love for you” as he spoke you took the ring from the box and slipped it on to your ring finger holding your hand up to admire how it looked in the candle light, you smiled at him, your best smile only reserved for him, it made his heart pang back to life in his chest.

“It looks rather nice on that finger doesn’t it?” Your smile turned to a grin. Price gave you a small smile, he would love nothing more than to slip a wedding band onto your finger, fully an finally claiming you as his an him yours, for the whole kingdom to see, but that was a new kind of war he hadn’t yet planned a strategy for, but for now he simply agreed with you.

“It does my love…it truly does” he held your hand up kissing it just below where the ring sat.

******

You had both been talking for hours entangled on the old ornate lounger as the tall candle was now just a wick fighting to stay alight.

“You better get back to your chambers mlady…I’m sure Cece will be thinking I’ve had my wicked way with you…” Price nuzzled his face into your neck his beard tickling you.

“I’m sure she will be climbing the walls, that or hunting poor Garrick down!” You laughed at the thought as you made you way to the door Garrick was a highly decorated knight and had fought in many battles but he was terrified of little Cece.

“Will I see you tomorrow?” You looked back at him.

“I’ll make sure to find you, maybe I’ll escort you on you afternoon ride? Cece permitting” He bowed his head taking your hand in his again to kiss it. You longed for his kisses on other parts of your body. Parts that made your skin run hot an heart to beat loud like a drum.

“I’d very much like that…” you made your way down the steep steps the cold wall guiding you down.

“Good night mlady” he bowed his head once more. This parting ways was always bittersweet as now you had to return to your respective roles only offering small glances an secret smiles across crowded rooms. Price watched as you made your way back to your chambers the glow from the moon lighting your way. Though it pained him, he knew you would hold his token of love close to your heart an he yours.

[raffe156]

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An who we kidding of course they are Prices kids 🥲

Do y’all think siblings in medieval times would look at the little beasts in illuminated manuscripts and point at each other like ‘ha! ‘Tis thou!’

[marshmallowdarling]

John Price got the letter early dawn, up just before the sun rises. A habit he and his boys can’t seem to shake after being at war for years, even if they had time to ‘relax’ now. 

John’s arm lazily wrapped around Kyle’s waist as he peers over the younger man’s shoulder to look at the recruit assessment forms with the sound of Simon’s cooking behind them, and the smell makes his mouth water. Food, actual food without the fear of living off rations around the corner, all of them had packed a few more pounds but John told them it was good, healthy weight covering their muscles and fuelling their bodies. 

A knock on the door breaks the soft morning atmosphere and all the men tense up, Johnny even pops his head in the doorframe from around the corner where he was still brushing his teeth. 

John pats Kyle’s waist and gives the others a soft reassuring nod before heading to the door, the others can hear soft muffled voices before John comes back with a letter in his hands and the boys can see the unmistakeable golden imperial seal, one they were all too familiar with. 

All of them had spent hours talking after finding out about the wedding, but a Knight couldn’t refuse an order and an agreement had been put in place after. Keep you safe even through their own emotions.

A few days and a multiple meetings later the boys are trying to tidy up the house, keeping their weapons that were strewn in every room in only a few now to not seem intimidating. The manor had originally came with help but John had let them all go, wanting his own privacy and knowing his boys wanted that too. 

John thought he had more time, way more time since the King hadn’t said anything about the actual wedding date or day or meeting you or your family…. But then you show up at their door with an imperial knight, your bags next to you and a letter in your hands with the golden imperial golden seal and John can tell it’s a marriage certificate without even opening it. 

He snaps into work-mode, his brain going a million miles per hour but his body nods to the Knight and opens the door wider for you to step inside, picking up your heavy luggage like its nothing to bring in after you as he kicks the door closed behind him. 

✮✮✮✮

It’s weird at first for everybody, obviously, but the boys get a big surprise. They had all brainstormed various of ideas on what you would be like, maybe a pompous spoilt brat, or scared out of your mind living with four blood-stained men, or maybe you would fight back and make their life hell but… 

You don’t care…. You *don’t* seem to care about their reputation. Your polite enough, only taking as much as you need, making little conversation but keeping to yourself, seeing that they already had a system. 

They had tried to keep their secret around you, they really did. Not wanting to make you seem like an outsider and not wanting to feel your judgement but all of them get restless. 

Simon was training most of the time with his balaclava on always even thought he had been finally working on letting himself relax a bit after being retired before you came along. 

Kyle was at work pulling more over time, training the recruits harder and before to try and get his frustrations of keeping his emotions at bay out. 

Johnny was at the local blacksmith, forging the same piece of metal over and over again while zoned out, hitting the same piece of hot metal with a cross peen hammer with all of his force. Feeling so pent up he was going to burst. 

And John Price, their ‘General’ who had always seemed to be so collected in every situation for all of them, is hit the worst. Wanting to stay around to make sure you were okay and settling in and he never thought he was a needy man but *Gods* did he seem to have taken for granted the small touches and praised words they all would share, especially since he saw how much it affected *his* boys and everything in him screamed at him to go make sure they were okay. 

Until the secret gets out when you walk into the kitchen late at night, having drank all of the water on your bedside table, to see John on top of Simon. Not having seen Simon’s face with his Balaclava half rolled up to only reveal his lips since it was dark with one a small candle lit. 

John rushes and stumbles over his words to try and say something but Simon stays silent, just wrapping his arms tighter around his captain’s waist almost possessively.  “It’s fine, I don’t know why you think I would care. I already knew.” You say so casually it wipes John out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

DID YOU GUYS LIKE IT?! I HAVE SO MUCH MORE TO SAY RAHHHHH AND I WILL FEED YOU MY RAMBLES IF YOU WANT!!!

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Tag list (omg look at me mom, ive made it) : @sheep-from-rad

[jj-the-hobbit171]

Hey there! This is basically some head canons I have for this post

•141 probably leaves gifts for reader in their room which they promptly stuff in a chest, refusing to take their pity( why couldn’t you see they adore you?)

• In the beginning of 141s courting, they probably made reader guard them during rather…. Compromising situations like bathing, cloth fitting, and well….outside during Bedroom activities…(reader will never, and I mean never, admit that the sounds and colorful vocabulary got to them that night)

•Ghost watches you sleep during the failing courting, just to show reader reader that they’ll always watch over them( definitely not because that’s the only time your face is not so tense, just peaceful). Obviously that didn’t go so well when reader, after a month of waking up to a behemoth towering over their bed, throws holy water specifically given to them by the kingdom’s priest at him. (There is gorgon blood in there, counts for the burning sensation Simon feels for the next 2 weeks.)

•Price always has to have a hand on his partners when around them. Habit from fighting and needing to always find a pulse to see if his lovers are alive. His hand in Garrick’s during negotiations with neighboring kingdoms, a hand on Simon’s back while resting after a round of training, fingers in Jonny’s hair in bed, as he loses the fight to sleep, and when they start falling for reader, a hand around the back of their neck to ground them, or intimidate them. Whatever comes first.

Hey there! It’s been a while! I’ve been really busy, cause Advanced classes are a little so I haven’t got the time to write, but I’ll try to make time to write. There will be more head canons, and a Drabble or two by the end of the year. Anyway, hope everyone is ok? Please drink water and sleep!

From the hobbit hole,

J.J

[the-shotce-newsletter]

Johnny insisted he needed to take the shirt off for apple bobbing. Cowboy Au anyone?

Started this last year for autumn/Halloween, was going to scrap it but said it’s done enough, just color it.

[cobwebs-in-autumn]

Knight!141 returning to your village after the events of this post. And of course they have to come look for their favorite tavern wench. Only, you aren’t working in the tavern anymore :( they have to ask (threaten) the townspeople in order to find out where you are. Holed up in a cute little cottage in the woods, away from everyone in town. They think it’s adorable, but much too cramped. They have to duck their heads to even get in the front door. And then you come home, cute little wicker basket full of fresh bread and fruit that spills all over the ground when the basket falls from your hands. Staring up at them with big teary eyes before trying to run back out the door. Their cute little bunny :) Ghost is the one who slams the door closed before you can get back out, almost catching your fingers as he does so. Gaz is the one who tackles you to the ground, holding your kicking legs open so he can nuzzle at the crouch of your underclothes. Soap is the one who rips your clothes away, biting and sucking at every inch of skin revealed, hands groping and squeezing your tits harshly. It’s Price who kisses you, holds your head in place as he’s sucking on your tongue before pulling back and telling you that you belong to them now. That they like you too much to let you go. Nobody has ever driven his boys so crazy before. They’ll fill you up with their chubby little bastards and keep you safe and warm in your little cottage that won’t be so little anymore after they’re finished making the necessary adjustments. 🧡

[vellichor-of-the-solivagant]

To the Fallen, Who Found Himself a Paradise

CONTENT: FLUFF, Period Drama AU, Implied Sexual Content

Masterlist / Archive of Our Own / DISCORD SERVER

Simon Riley, a well-known knight of the kingdom, who gained many achievements during the war, now living in a secluded town on his own, found himself getting married to a duke’s daughter as a “reward” from the king for his good deeds

You, who were supposed to marry the crown prince, found yourself getting married to a lowly soldier, who couldn’t even wear proper attire on his wedding and instead wore his old military clothes and a mask and now sent away to live in a secluded town with your new husband

Unused to the ways of commoners, you found it troublesome how they lived without any help from servants, irritating your husband Simon with your constant whines and complaints

Simon having enough of your unnecessary cries of how poor he was every single minute, left you all alone in the house to go to the town to buy you some more decent food to feed you and somehow shut you up

You having enough of his nags, ran away the night he decided to go to the town, only to get lost in the woods near your husband’s house, where he had told you were full of dangerous animals

Simon who got back from shopping downtown, only to find his wife missing and rushed to the forest with an unknown feeling in his stomach. Worry? Fear? No, he called it pity and a shame if you were eaten by a wolf or a bear

Simon who found you by the river bank, crying over your dirty clothes after you had slipped down the hill and surrounded by a pack of wolves, and immediately came in rescue, telling you not to look as he drew out his sword like a knight-in-shining-armor you had seen in books.

You, who couldn’t look away as he slashed open the wolves’ throat, despite getting sick of all the gore, somehow had this flipping feeling in your stomach. Fear? Anxiety? Yeah, that was it.

Your husband, Simon, kneeling before you from a couple of meters away, not wanting to scare you after what you had seen him do and not wanting you to get blood from his clothes, then being surprised when you jumped into his arms crying

Your husband, Simon scooped you up in his arms like you weighed nothing, and carried you all the way back to his house with one arm as he held his sword with his other hand

Your husband, Simon, who aided your bruises and cuts which you got from the twigs during your pathetic escape and from fending off the wolves, helping you get clean and dressed as well, trying his best not to blush under his mask, only to fail as he saw your naked flesh in the tub

You, who never had any help from a man during baths, now burning red as he scrubbed all the dirt from your skin, helping you get dry and dressed your in his clothes right after

You, who never had worn any commoner’s clothes, now finding it the most comfortable garments you’ve had your entire life.

You, who had thanked you husband, Simon with a kiss on his cheek before hiding yourself under the sheets of the bed

Simon, who stood frozen in place, when his wife suddenly kissed him as a thanks, now thinking he could kill all the bears and wolves in the forest

You who had begun to learn more about him and the way of his living, realizing that this kind of life was more wonderful than the way nobles live

You who had begun to help him start a garden and a small farm, getting all dirty, yet still had the brightest smile on your face when you showed him how you got a bigger carrot than him and challenged him who would get the most by the end of the day

Simon, who found himself smiling under the mask as he heaved up the basket of cabbages you and he harvested, watching your hum as you picked out flowers on the side of the road to put on the vase back home

You, who had begun to worry as you stood before a mirror, realizing you were getting fat over time, because of how much you ate every day, and thinking back on how little you ate back in the dukedom

Your husband, Simon, telling you that you have always been beautiful even if you were thin or fat, then telling you that he had always found you lovely ever since he met you

You who immediately pulled the best husband in the world into a tight hug and planted a kiss on him, only this time, it was on his lips

Simon, who had forgotten to cook dinner when he brought you to your room, removed his mask and pulled you into a kiss so gentle and warm you melted into his embrace, all the thoughts of going back to your old life thrown into the drain

You, who had peppered his scars kisses as he slowly unfastened the ribbons of your dress under the soft glow of the moon and got heaved up to the bed, letting him crawl over you

Simon, who found himself shedding tears as he took his wife, your beautiful voice ringing like music in his ears, watching you under him make an expression that burned him like the sun

You, who kissed his tears away and wrapped your arms around his neck, whispering sweet things to his ears as a poet would to the subject of their story

Simon, who painted a smile on his face, murmuring words to your lips like an oath a knight would make to a queen, like a believer would pray to their goddess, as gentle as the radiance of the moon that broke through the leaves of the trees

You, who had told him that you weren’t a queen nor a goddess, but his one and only wife meant for him, till the end of time

[lay-z]

knights in shining tactical gear | 3

s. 'ghost' riley x f!reader x j. 'soap' mactavish

Summary: There lies normalcy in domesticity and as it turns out, you're not the only one trying to rebuild something that could last to survive.

Warnings/Info: Zombie Apocalypse AU | 18+ | angst; hurt/comfort; fluff and flirting; some general awkwardness; slowburn-ish; humor; strangers to lovers; found family; multiple POV's

I'm still working on a taglist, my loves, so please bear with me 🥺 and I hope there is no confusion about me using their names instead of their call signs. There is a good reason for that. 😊 Consider this a Christmas/Holiday present 🎁 Happy Holidays! Cheers ✨️❤️🍷

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"Ouch! Ah, Gosh darn it"

You drop the metal pot back down on the kitchen counter and swiftly suck the burning spot on your index knuckle into your mouth. The oven mitten, too big on you, had slipped on your left hand, causing you to burn yourself.

You've been trying to cook something homey wherever you can, whenever you find the right utensils and space. Something that could bring some normalcy back perhaps, but the equipment and supplies you've found today prove challenging to work with.

The men are always on the move; looking for better shelter, ammunition, food and supplies. They're trying to fix something, a kind of military radio, and they're always on the lookout for the right spare parts.

"We need to keep moving and find a place to stay for the night", they both say in turns like some sort of mantra.

Life has become...somewhat easier since you met John and Simon, and while they also take care of Zack, as they soberly call them, make supply runs and switch being on guard 24/7, you've started feeling guilty for being so, well, useless.

The upside is that you're finally able to focus your attention on Sadie though you've realized how little you actually know about a child's natural development. She's almost nine months old and slowly starting to crawl, now that you can put her down on a blanket without having to fear and be prepared for a quick escape.

And yet, you need to find a way to figure out how to stay aware of her development; how to raise a child in this...mess. Thoughts about the future make your stomach drop and keep you up at night lately, but they also mean that you still hold on to some kind of hope.

You absentmindedly continue to stir the stew in the pot. Chili with rice and beans, made from scratch, but then again everything is. You've added nearly every spice you've looted so far, just to add some flavor and change. It smells good enough and tastes better than it looks, plus it's a hot meal, a wee bit of comfort.

You catch the sound of Sadie's soft cooing coming from the living room; she's waking up from her nap and you know she's hungry again, so you take one of the empty pots and use a cup to measure the water for her bottle first. You know you have to act quickly to prepare her milk. Sadie has become more demanding since two more people are taking care, no, pampering her now.

While the water heats up on the stove, you decide to check on her, but as you enter the living room, you're surprised to find Simon by her crib. His back is turned towards you, but you notice the way he's lifted his balaclava mask as he leans down. He's talking to her, too quiet for you to catch what he's saying, but her happy noises speak for themselves. You clutch your heart, smitten by the sight, and then your curiosity make your eyes linger on his side profile.

A sharp jaw, covered in dark blonde stubble. A prominent, straight nose which probably has been broken before and a pair of plump lips, the Tom Hardy kind. He looks...boyish almost; too young for his deep voice and collected behavior. There might be scars, it's hard to tell from this distance and angle.

Then you feel guilty for staring because there must be a reason he's wearing the mask. You didn't ask yet, because it's none of your business, and you didn't want to push your luck before, but...Simon is handsome. A little rough around the edges, sure, but pleasing to the eyes nonetheless.

He pulls the mask down again, straightens his back with a roll of his broad shoulders, then looks directly at you and your breath catches in your throat. You're like a deer in headlights; frozen in place as your blood rushes to your head while he stares you down mercilessly.

"I'm sorry...I -"

Your heart throbs and you feel like crumbling in his presence. You didn't mean to be creepy or weird, but it feels like you've disrespected his privacy.

"No worries", he says with a casual shrug, but his eyes tell a different story, an exhorting one, and it only stokes your curiosity. "I just wanted to check if she's alright"

"O-of course! That's so thoughtful of you. Thank you"

He nods his chin towards the kitchen as he walks towards you.

"Ya need some help with that?"

You look over your shoulder as if you've forgotten what you've done in there, and when you look back at Simon, he's nearly towering over you. The height difference forces you to crank your neck to look up at him and it is...something.

"Uh I don't know. Perhaps you could feed Sadie while I finish up dinner? That'd be lovely, but I could also ask John if -"

"I'll do it", he cuts in swiftly then scratches the back of his head awkwardly. "Soap's checking the perimeter again before sundown, that'll take some time"

Soap. John. Ghost. Simon. Call signs, they explained it to you a few days ago, because they kept and keep calling each other by their alias. Old habits die hard and they've been through a lot together in the military, that much you can tell.

"Alright then. I appreciate that Simon", you say, offering a gentle smile, and when you wipe your sweaty palms on the old, corny apron you found in the closet, you flinch when the rough fabric rubs over the burn on your finger. You click your tongue in annoyance and shake your hand to get rid of the pain.

"Ah shoot!"

You laugh nervously when you notice how intently Simon looks at you; he's always watching, observing, brooding. The most taciturn fellow opposed to John.

"Let me see", he requests suddenly and you're embarrassed by the swiftness of your obedience as you hold your injured hand out to him.

He grasps it surprisingly gently and studies the degree of the burn while you use the moment to study his eyes. They're a clear shade of brown like liquid caramel, depending on how the light catches the color. There a bags under his eyes, not too bad but present beneath the smudged camouflage paint, and you catch a glimpse of freckles starting at the bridge of his nose.

"I was clumsy...burnt myself on the pot like a klutz"

Then his eyes catch yours and your mouth goes dry. He is still holding your hand in his grasp and it's starting to have an interesting, unexpected effect on you.

"Ya need to be more careful, lass -", he mutters while his calloused thumb brushes over your uninjured knuckles. "can't get hurt on my watch"

There are no words left for you to say as his words slowly sink into your mind. You didn't expect him to be this caring, not about you at least. He's so gentle with Sadie, you've seen it just now, but Simon has kept his distance from you like you're nothing but a nuisance he's tolerating. It's hard to read him, impossible for you to know his thoughts.

"I'll try my best, Lieutenant"

Simon is sitting in the easy chair by the large front window in the living room. This must have been the place where the elderly owner of the house used to sit and read; judging by the bookshelf in the corner and the frumpy standard lamp nearby. He peers down at the baby peacefully sleeping, cradled in his arms and as always, he asks himself how the hell he got here.

One day, he's on the airplane with his comrade, on their way home to finally get a chance to enjoy ten of the many accumulated days of leave they have left. The next, they're in the middle of the apocalypse, fighting both ruthless civilians and undead cannibals to survive.

And oh how Simon has survived so far, like every other shit situation that has been thrown at him throughout his life. There is no way he'll bow to death now, not after everything he's been through already.

Suddenly, some quick movement in the front yard catches his attention out of his peripheral but Simon stays calm and lingers in the shadow of the living room. Too quick for Zack, too sneaky for some unskilled civilian.

Five knocks on the front door; a rhythm they have settled on to let each other know it's them.

Simon rises from the chair with a quiet huff and his knees pop, a byproduct of dedicating the best years of your life to the military. Bloody great. He's definitely getting too old for this crap.

He walks up to the front door, quiet as to not disturb neither the baby in his arm nor her aunt napping in the master bedroom upstairs. The door opens and a wide grin appears on John's face as soon as he sees Sadie in the Lieutenant's care.

"Dae ye prefer ta be called Daddy Ghost o' Daddy Simon?"

There's a brief moment where Simon's grip tightens around the door's edge while he ponders about slamming it in John's face.

"Bloody hell, Johnny, neither", Simon grumbles before turning his back on John to reclaim his seat in the armchair. He can hear the latter snicker quietly as he locks the front door, locking it precautionary. Neither of them is Sadie's daddy even if John keeps joking about it; you're not even her mother after all.

"Where's our lass?"

Simon's eyes involuntarily flick up toward the wooden stairs leading to the upper story before he rolls them in annoyance about John and himself, and he chooses to simply ignore the question.

"I found it in a house down the street. Could be helpful ta transport Sadie from now on, I just couldn't figure out how the bloody thing works"

John walks into the living room, his rifle dangling from its sling at his side while he's holding a rucksack with various straps in front of him and Simon matches his clueless look when he come to stand in front of him.

"Ya wanna put her in a rucksack?"

The Scotsman clicks his tongue snidely.

"Nah, o' course not. It's a uh whaddaya call that thing -"

John twists and turns the object, looking at it as he thinks of the right turn until Simon butts in coolly.

"A baby carrier"

He remembers Tommy and Beth buying one of those for his nephew and how Simon was just as clueless about the thing back then.

"How -"

"Ya cleared houses by yourself? Thought we agreed we don't do that when we're alone, especially if it ain't necessary"

It's the fact that John has been acting more reckless and incautious since they saved you and the baby that pisses him off so much. Sadie stirs as soon as Simon tenses, raising his voice, and he immediately tries to calm down for her sake.

Meanwhile, John looks like a scolded child with pursed lips and slouched shoulders as he fumbles with the deep blue fabric of the baby carrier.

"Took out three Z's with a knife. The rest of the houses were abandoned. Front doors closed n' all"

"Doesn't matter -", Simon counters dryly. "ya should know people are a worse threat than Zack. Fear and desperation...that's a dangerous mix, brother"

They can't afford to be that stupid, that careless, and risk getting injured...or even worse, killed. No, not after surviving for so long together.

Sitting at the kitchen table by himself, John quietly eats the leftover dinner straight from the pot; a lighted candle being the only thing illuminating the dark room.

The food is cold now, but turning on the camping stove to heat it up again would only be a waste of gas. It still tastes good though, better than anything he or the Lt. have managed to cook in the last couple of months, and he's a soldier, so he's eaten worse during his career anyway.

He's finished cleaning his guns, his combat knife, and checked his gear twice; everything Simon is currently doing in the living room by himself.

John used the chance to get away from Simon when you came downstairs to take back Sadie. You looked exhausted, but you demanded to watch her so they could get some rest at last.

You might not be her mother or a mother at all, but you sure act like one. So gentle and kind, nurturing and innocent. He still can't grasp how you managed to survive and protect the baby for so long. It must have been hell, a true nightmare, but you've barely talked about it yet, and his stomach drops with a severe feeling of guilt because they didn't find you sooner.

Cautious footsteps from behind make his ears perk up; they're too lightweight for the Lt., too cadenced for any Zack, so there is only one option left. Then a warm hand comes to rest on his left shoulder, briefly brushing over the fabric of his shirt before the touch ends and John is left craving more after a slight shudder runs down his spine.

You walk around the table to take up the seat across from John, deliberately trying not to make too much noise as you pull the chair back.

"You're still up", you say, almost reproachfully as you watch him scrape the spoon over the bottom to get even the last bite.

Your bonnie face is illuminated by the candlelight, your eyes nearly sparkling in the warm glow as you hold his gaze while John doesn't quite know what to response.

"I hope it tasted alright. I tried my best to cook something edible"

You do look worried when you say it and John notices; as if you're fearing you've disappointed him. It's a gut-wrenching sight and he acts instinctively when he pushes the pot to the side and reaches over the table to rest his hand on yours.

"It was delicious", he assures you truthfully, but you still scoff, waving him off with one hand.

"Aw, stop it...don't be sarcastic, please"

"Am not! I mean it, lass. Ye have no idea how thankful I am for yer cooking skills. I was so sick of cold beans, chicken soup and protein bars"

You giggle then, covering your mouth, and it's a precious sound, one John hasn't heard often before. It makes him grin triumphantly and his heart flutters with excitement. Then you squeeze his hand, brush the tips of your fingers over his rough knuckles gently, and he freezes for a second, registering the softness of your simple touch.

"Are you alright? John?", you ask quietly concerned, stopping your movement at once.

John nods, chuckling bashfully as he tries to shake off the unholy feelings which have caught him off guard. He cannot be thinking that, feeling that, for and about you, so he pulls his hand back reluctantly, observing your face for any reaction.

He imagines a look of disappointment ghosting over your face, or perhaps it's just his wishful thinking, the candlelight playing pranks on him. Either way, he knows he should be more careful from now on, for all of your sake.

This dynamic is still too new and too fragile to pursue anything like that, and John is aware that, as of right now, he's the weakest link when it comes to restraint.

"I'll take on first watch. Ye should head back to bed, lass."

There are certain things he must clear his mind of; things not even Simon should know.

[mrjeremyman]

Okay Ghoap hollow knight designs.

Ghost is a biiiig Vessel. All that shadowy goodness under that cloak of his.

Soap is a wanderer who sketches the locations he comes across, as well as the creatures he encounters and fights. A force to be reckoned with.

(More sketches under here)

Attempted Price and Gaz designs, though may change. Not entirely sure yet!! I think they look pretty alright though. I forgot to give Price pupils…

I’m not 100% solid on hollow knight lore, so I don’t want to go into too much detail because like I’m still half way through the game and I don’t want many spoilers. That, and I don’t want to accidentally mess up canon lore in this au. If that even makes sense idk.

Basically: I’ll give more lore of this au when I know even more about actual Hollow Knight lore. There we go.

I’m tired I’m gonna edit this when I wake up in the morning I know for a fact most of this makes no sense I’m tired

Also more rat dad Ghost content soon I swear it!!

[141wh0re]

Teaser

Tw: 18+ MDNI | un-aliving | weapons| violence| blood| angst if you squint.

Word Count: 2059

A/N: After weeks of trying not to think about this and get through my last semester, we are finally here! I can't wait to rot your brains with this AU. I can't wait to see what you all think of this - Skelly xx

12th Century A.D. - in the desert of Al Mazafin, along the Red Sea.

Prince Kyle Garrick kneels before the sacred fountain, performing his mid-day prayer.

A singular speck of dried blood stains the low ledge of the fountain's pool, taunting the prince for his loss. The same fountain his father - King Jeremiah Garrick- was murdered near. He was found lying face-down in the small pool of the sacred waters, his own blood tainting it. Murdered when he least expected it; praying for his family and the safety of their kingdom's people. Wishing them to be blessed and protected.

The inky, black and red, aged speck stares back at him as he glares at it, allowing it to invade his thoughts, tainting his own mind with the darker thoughts. Wanting revenge for his beloved father. To damn the person who bestowed such responsibility upon him so soon, by taking his father's life.

Kyle wasn't ready to be king. All he knew was war. As his father's second right hand, it was Kyle's duty to bring honor to their family name, fighting in his father's army, invading kingdoms who threaten to bring harm to their beloved city of Al-Mazafin. He was curated into a man used to bloodshed and battle.

He'd learned much of what his father had passed onto him, yet he felt as if he wasn't prepared enough. He knew the day would come. He knew he'd be crowned the successor of his father's throne. But it wasn't supposed to be this soon.

He glared at the fountain, losing focus on his mid-day prayer, due to the incessant pestering from that singular speck of his father's blood. A single drop of blood that caused such a ripple within his mind, disturbing the calmness of his thoughts. It opened him up to the grief and anger that took residence in his heart and in his bones, taunting his darker parts, begging for them to be unleashed. To feel the weight of a dagger sliding into another man's chest, or the sharp pinch of the bow string snapping between his fingertips as he propels an arrow into his enemy, atop the back of his horse.

But what he couldn't fathom was the silken dagger pouch that seemed to hum and buzz with endless energy. Or the faint glow of purple it emitted when sand entered the pouch. And the strange haze it seemed to pull his enemies into when he threw the sand in their eyes, blinding them momentarily in a fit of desperation, to bid him time to maneuver a counter-attack.

It was left for him, by his father, attached with a singular note scrawled in his father's writing. One sentence. "Use it well, and you shall always know the truth."

His mother's voice sounds from behind him, disrupting the chaos of his mind.

"Kyle? Alright, love?" she asked tenderly, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

He rises from his position of kneeling, his warm, chocolate eyes flickering towards her warm gaze.

"Fine, mother." he replied in a strained voice, fighting the guilt threatening to consume him for lying to his mother.

It wouldn't be the first time.

"He would be proud of you... of how you're handling everything since his passing." Queen Cyra offered in a gentle tone.

Her kinky, black curls rested along her back, stopping just below her slender shoulder blades. The same curls her son inherited - though Kyle never allowed his to grow out. White Persian silk flowed from her slender frame, delicate patterns with purple and gold embroidery adorned the capped sleeves of her gown, and a large, golden sun pendant lay flush to her smooth, brown skin.

Queen Cyra was the epitome of elegance and poised sophistication, ever the diplomatic woman, she commanded respect in the same manner, her late husband, King Jeremiah did.

"Yeah.. I'm sure." Kyle replied, not entirely believing his mother's words.

Cyra's eyes softened on her son, giving him a sympathetic look.

"Why don't you get out of the palace for a bit? Wander the streets of the city and enjoy some fresh air," his mother suggested, sensing the weariness of her son's mind.

"It'll do you some good to wander a bit. Ease your mind." she added in her caring tone.

Kyle pondered her idea thoughtfully. It wasn't a bad idea at all. He'd been cooped up within the palace for the last few days, ever since returning from a particularly horrendous journey to another kingdom, in search of a another noble to wed.

"Yeah. I think I will." Kyle finally agreed, flashing his mother a quick smile that hadn't quite reached his eyes.

She smiled in return before pressing a warm kiss on his smooth brown cheek.

"Take Gaz with you." his mother advised, referring to his 2 year old guard dog, a South African Boerboel - a gift from an ally in the southern region of the continent.

He whistled at the large, sandy, short-haired mastiff who was standing dutifully at the pointed cinquefoil archway, keeping watch. Gaz snapped his attention from the archway and padded towards Kyle. "You heard the queen." Kyle spoke to the dog with a humorous lilt in his tone and a sly smirk adorning his full lips.

"I'll see you at dinner, mother." Kyle said as he pecked his mother's soft cheek, earning a warm smile.

Live music floated about the town square where the townspeople hustled and bustled around the streets and the bazaar, in a dance of selling and buying goods.

The delicious smells of freshly made foods wafted throughout the marketplace: Malfuf Mahshi, rice and noodles, Bamia, Koshari, and Molokhia.

Kyle adjusted his white keffiyeh, ensuring his face was protected from the sun, sand, and the townspeople, simply so he could observe and blend in as a commoner to avoid being disrupted. Including ditching his palace robes for a lightweight, beige tunic and salwar pants to combat the dry, desert heat.

Gaz strolled beside Kyle, keeping on high alert while protecting his human. Though his nose would briefly drift when passing carts of various cuts of meat, yet he followed the prince with unwavering focus.

Kyle leaned against the corner of a clay-plastered wall of an alleyway, studying his city's people, and watched as they milled about. Children of all ages darted throughout the bazaar, gawking over jewels, silks, and weaponry. The prince's heart swelled with pride upon seeing the people happy and healthy. Trade was booming, and there were very few people that seemed to be struggling to make a day's wage.

He lowered his keffiyeh from his jaw to allow himself the pleasure of divulging in freshly baked, Egyptian flat-bread - aish baladi. Gaz sat at the prince's feet, in the shade, keeping a keen eye on the various people passing by.

Kyle cast a glance at his loyal companion, a gentle smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He broke apart a piece of bread and held it discreetly in front of Gaz's snout, to which the pup happily accepted the offering.

A commotion broke out in the distance, pulling both Kyle and Gaz's attention away from the market, redirecting their attention on a quaint building where thin tendrils of white smoke curled out of the geometric lattice - a shisha cafe.

Kyle adjusted his keffiyeh once more, shielding his face, before casually strolling towards the commotion.

As he approached the red-clay, colored building, he was met with the sight of the cafe owner -an older, pudgy man with tanned skin and white, balding hair- forcibly removing a woman from his place of business.

The owner's large palm wrapped firmly around the woman's bicep before harshly shoving her into the dirt of the street where she landed with a thud on her side.

"Your kind isn't welcome here! And if I catch you in here thieving from my clients again, it's to the palace where you'll have your hand removed!" the owner shouted angrily as he chucked her bag at her feet.

A woman thieving in the city? Curious.

Kyle waited until the owner ducked back inside his cafe before nearing the scorned young woman.

She begrudgingly pushed herself up to rest on her hip as she snagged her bag from the dirt and dusted it off.

Kyle extended his hand towards the supposed thief, wanting to help her to her feet.

From behind her jeweled veil, the woman glared up at him with fierce, green eyes, reluctantly taking Kyle's hand.

"Thanks," she grumbled in a hint of annoyance, though he could feel it wasn't directed at him.

"A thief, huh?" Kyle inquired with a cocked brow. He watched as she dusted her salwars, trying to rid them of the sand from the street.

"No. Not entirely." the woman replied in a melodic voice.

Kyle took a moment to take in her appearance. Black, thick and wavy tendrils cascaded down her back, stopping at the middle of her back. An hour glass figure with a soft tummy on display in her off-the-shoulder bandeau, and ample hips adorned her frame, standing a head shorter than the prince.

He tried to get a better glimpse of her features under the red, organza material of her veil, supple lips, and a slender nose are all he could make out. But he had to admit he was enthralled by her appearance.

What was a beauty like her doing thieving? Don't you know how dangerous that is, dove?

"So what was that all about then?" Kyle asked with piqued interest, observing the attractive woman before him.

"Nothing to concern yourself with." she quipped with a sharp finality in her tone. "I must be off to work, seeing as my other plan didn't work." she muttered lowly, letting out an exasperated sigh as she turned on the heel of her worn moccasins.

Kyle couldn't help but admire her no-bullshit personality. This was one of the thrills he received when roaming the town in disguise. He was treated as another dweller, and not some righteous soon-to-be king.

"Ah, so getting kicked out of the cafe wasn't the intended plan?" Kyle remarked with a humorous lilt in his deep, velvety timbre.

The woman stopped in her tracks with tensed shoulders, her fists clenched at her sides in irritation.

Ohh. We're a bit spirited, aren't we, dove?

She whipped her head around to face the disguised prince, "Why're you so nosy? What do you want, anyway?" Her eyes drifted away from him when she caught sight of a well-dressed, middle-aged-man passing them by on the street, three gold bracelets donning each wrist.

"If you'll excuse me." She dismissed herself before gracefully weaving through the crowd, like a black widow about to trap a fly in her webs.

Kyle was left reeling from the interaction. The mistress had already left such an impression on him from such a quick interaction. But his curiosity didn't stop him from trailing her.

He set off after her, bobbing and weaving through the crowded marketplace until he caught sight of her red veil once more, disappearing down a lesser-crowded alleyway.

Kyle hid behind a crate at the end of the alleyway, peering around it to watch as the woman leaned herself against the wall and ran her hand over the man's chest in a seductive lure. The man is so focused on her eyes and her words, he doesn't even notice her collecting the expensive-looking gold bracelets from his wrists. As if in a trance, the man careens his head towards her neck, speaking in a hushed voice as she nabs his bracelets, one by one. She keeps up her allure by running her freehand in his hair, pressing her supple body closer to him.

"What on earth are you doing, dove?" Kyle mumbled to himself. He kept his eyes trained on the young woman, unable to tear his gaze away.

His eyes darted towards the purple glint of the jewels on her veil, nearly the same purple the dagger pouch made when in contact with sand.

But weren't they red before?

"Seems you have many secrets, little dove." Kyle quietly mused with a smug smirk tugging at the corner of his lip under the lightweight material of his keffiyeh. "Who are you?" he wondered quietly to himself.

Taglist: @pale-ghost-girl /@v1naco/ @starsofang

[the-whispers-of-death]

mārīte, just walking around the halls, minding her own business after a longass work day:

sammy, getting escorted by knight!kali: yo. :)

mārīte:

mārīte: ... samuel... what did you do.

shes fed up with his bullshit, but she loves him too much to be pissed at him directly. and shes already mentally preparing herself for whatever fine king!stone probably decides to issue as punishment, knowing damn well she's the one who will have to pay it, not sammy

King!Stone is glaring at Knight!Kali for making him choose what punishment Sammy should get and he sets a reasonable fine, not wanting to seem like he's playing favorites. The fine is the same fine anyone who vandalizes gets.

[raffe156]

I know we are fully on the knights AU and don’t want to steer away from that an my ask is still kind of within theme…hear me out….yeh we have lady tank but what if instead of knight commander price he is…Dragon Price????? Like in the Monster AU shifters

an he steals her away (or she goes willingly) and makes her part of his hoard in fact she is his crowning jewel 👀 🐉 

https://www.tumblr.com/bluegiragi/713439364080877568/im-curious-would-dragon-price-um-really-enjoy

Well…that’s a thought 👀

[uhohdad]

Hey there, it’s Dad. I like to write about you and König. This 18+ blog contains dark content, please read warnings carefully and take care. About ☆ - Top Post

𖤓 LONGFORM KÖNIG FICS 𖤓

The Girl Who Conquered The Mountain ☆

╰┈➛ Protective!König x Reader | 183k Words

╰┈➛ You and König have been chosen as unwilling participants in a twenty-four person fight to the death.

Meine Perle ☆

╰┈➛ Octo!König x Reader | 25k Words

╰┈➛ “Just don’t step over the tape, don’t talk to it, and try not to spend too much time in there. Oh, and don’t forget the bucket.”

His

╰┈➛ Stalker!König x Reader | 15.5k Words

╰┈➛ König has an unhealthy obsession with you.

Experimental

╰┈➛ König x Reader | 22k Words

╰┈➛ König helps you with a new technology you’ve been developing. You see something you’re not supposed to.

𖤓 KÖNIG DRABBLES 𖤓

LOSER KÖNIG

Loser!König and Your Panties ☆

Loser!König Finally Breaks Down ☆

Sharing a Bed with Loser!König ☆

Finding Your Nudes On Loser!König’s Computer ☆

Loser!König Tracks Your Cycle ☆

Beach Day with Loser!König ☆

Dress Shopping with Loser!König ☆

Loser!König Spikes Your Drink

Loser!König and Self Aware Dating Simulator!Reader

Roommate Loser!König ☆

Loser!König and Clingy!Reader

Loser!König Cucked by Ghost

Touch-Starved Loser!König ☆

Loser!König and Bimbo!Reader

Loser!König Comforting Heartbroken Reader

Stargazing with Loser!König

Hot Day with Loser!König

Stalkerish Loser!König

Stalker/Loser König Steals Your Things

DOM/ABUSIVE KÖNIG

Jealous Of Your Sex Toys ☆

Catching Him Getting Off

Stalker!König Leaves You Tokens ☆

König Is Insatiable ☆

Jealous!König Makes A Bet With You

Slasher!König

Dacryphilia With König

Gun Play with König

Knife Play with König

König Admiring Your Ass

König’s Voiceline Inspired Drabbles

“They are no match for me” ☆

“Let’s be honest, it’s better off in my hands” ☆

“Who else is with you?”

“I can make you talk”

“Not bad… I’ve seen better”

König’s Uniform Inspired Drabbles

König’s Gloves

König’s Belt

König’s Boots

König’s Teeth

SUB KÖNIG

Sub!König Visits Dominatrix!Reader for the First Time ☆

Loser!König Finally Breaks Down ☆

König Gets Hard at Gunpoint

Humiliating König with Cum-Eating

König & Pegging

König is as Submissive as a Knight to His Liege

GENTLE KÖNIG

Gentle/Protective!König and Spacey!Reader ☆

Gentle!König Falls in Love Without Realizing it

Gentle!König with Insecure Plus Size Reader

Gentle!König Makes You Feel Better After A Long Day

Surprising Gentle!König with Pregnancy

Stargazing with Gentle Loser!König

Gentle!König Helping Around the House

141 BOYS

John Price Knows About Your Crush ☆

John Price Gives You A Spanking

John Price & CringeFail Reader

Ghost Can’t Decide If You Should Finish

HUNGER GAMES AU KÖNIG

Based on the Protective!König Longform Fic: The Girl Who Conquered The Mountain

All TGWCM Bonus Content

Will update frequently, I have a goal of one drabble a day :)

Requests / asks always welcome ♡

LONGFORM KÖNIG MASTERLIST

[marshmallowdarling]

Retired Knight! Simon is the last person to come around to the thought of you (surprise surprise). Because like these are his boys, who are you to come in and try and steal them away? 

Very much jealous and possessive and the other men eat that shit up! Wrapping his arm around his captains waist when you come into the room, throwing an arm around Johnny’s shoulder while he makes you all breakfast (because everyone needs to eat including you and even though he doesn’t like the idea of you he doesn’t hate you), pressing himself into Kyle’s back while Kyle washes the dishes. Just little things that silently say ‘he’s mine’. 

But again, he doesn’t hate you as much as he loathes the king throwing you into their home and in a way he pity’s you. Having to be a ‘spouse’ for their general who already has three boys at his side, a loveless marriage and having to be the ‘other person’. 

He watches you, at first he didn’t mean to. Habits from the army were hard to break and patrolling their home was a way to soothe his nerves and drain his energy so he wasn’t itching to do something, and he sees you trying to tend to the few animals John got as a present. Key word is ‘trying’ because bless your heart you have never really taken care of barn animals, seen then yes and touched one once or twice but actually tended to one? You thought you had an idea on how to take care of them but that gets thrown out of the window when you try but you don’t want to ask the boys because how hard is it? And you really want to prove you can be useful… 

So, he watches and watches. Watches as you try to haul some hay over to the horse and almost throw out your back. He watches as you try to carry a bucket that seems manageable, but you can barely even lift it an inch from the ground, waddling with it swinging everywhere and needing to set it on the ground for a few seconds after a few feet before trying again and then stopping and then trying again and then stopping and then trying-

And he watched with a raised brow from under his mask when he sees you happily feed the cows some melon, patting their short fur… until another cow’s big wet tongue laves over your hands, and another cows large tongue curls around your shirt- and by the end you’re a wet, sticky mess. 

After watching you for a while he decides he should try to help, not because he likes you but because everyone needs to start somewhere right? And watching you every day failing was painful but you did surprise him when each time you would get back up and dust yourself off…. Even when sometimes you had a little cry or swear before you got up, but you still got up and every time a hint of respect flashed in him. 

He gets to the small barn before you do, knowing your routine from watching you almost every day for a month. When you get there and are rightfully confused he doesn’t say anything for a bit before picking up one of the two buckets on the floor next to your feet, the one with most amount of stuff, before wordlessly showing you how to hold it properly and feed the cows. He doesn’t even ask you to do anything, just letting you stay near the second bucket and after a few minutes when you do get the hint he just gives you a little nod. 

Each day after starts like that, until Kyle realises what’s happening and comes around with a nice cuppa for the both of you while you work in the early mornings. 

But Simon still doesn’t like you, he just tolerates your presents. It’s what he says anyways when Kyle teases him about it while under him, but Simon just grunts and buries his feeling while putting the brat under him in his place. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ HOW DO WE LIKE?!?! I'm sorry for dropping but my family is going THROUGH it right now but here's a little peaky peak into my brain lmao

Tag List (omg mom look I made it); @sheep-from-rad , @aldis-nuts , @reap3erslov3 , @pasanau4

[beloveds-embrace]

I read your distress from the DukeDom 141 AU and....ajbslywbsoauwjs

You have broken the system, I LOVE the anguish when somehow karma acts and there is divine justice (and König it's divine 🫦🫦🫦)

Do you have some more crumbs for this hungry girl? Pretty please with sprinkles on top? 🥺🥺🫶🏼✨️✨️✨️

Thank you!! The anon who sent the angst ask is just so damn big brained. Phenomenal i hope they know their impact. Enjoy!! 💕💕💕

John stares at you, his eyes unreadable and a little frown on his face. Embers within the fireplace crackle, keeping the study warm against the November chill, while rain pelts against the windows. Despite it being only 2 in the afternoon, the sky is dark and cloudy enough to be mistaken for late evening.

You wait patiently, standing in front of his desk with your hands in front of you. Your face is colder than his.

“So?” You ask at last.

“…why?”

Your eyes close for a few seconds, and then you open them. Your purse your mouth, and then speak.

“Because I want one.” You say, shrugging delicately. “I will be back before the annual winter gala. All work has been finished and submitted, and what can’t be done now has been appropriately delegated with your approval. As such, I would like to go on a holiday, just for a few weeks.”

None of that is an issue, John thinks to himself. You are so cold now, dear wife. Colder than I’ve treated you. None of that is an issue except-

“Who will be you taking with you-“

“König.” You don’t hesitate for a single second. To John, it feels like you are attempting to match the attitude of thunder and lightning outside. “He will be my knight, as he’s always been. I care not for what others guards may join. The estate I’ve chosen already has maids and cooks to upkeep it, yes? That should be everything.”

John wants to say no.

There’s been a shift in you, and he knows they are to blame yet he so terribly dislikes it. König has become your… everything, in a sense. The maids already whispered about you and didn’t help you, and so now you care very little about what they’d say about König being the one to help you get ready for the day. He is your shadow; he brings you food himself, John knows, has seen Johnny grit his teeth and bite his tongue so he doesn’t say how ashamed he feels that he’s made someone feel like they can’t eat his food.

It is aslo König who holds your arm, and takes you on walks. König who listens to what you want, what you ask for, and doesn’t treat you as an afterthought. The one and only time you have spoken to Kyle lately is to simply ask him if he knows where König is.

König was close to you in the way John had been distant to you. In the way all of them had been distant to you.

Now, it feels like you are keeping the distance, despite their attempts at fixing this. It feels like König is keeping the distance, your second shadow. John isn’t blind to the hatred König carries for them, isn’t blind to the possessive way König holds your hands.

And your waist. John had heard how you called out König’s name, one night. He’d seen the delicate way you’d had to sit, seen the way König had been fussing over you.

The implications left his mouth bitter for the rest of the day.

And now….

He wants to say no. He truly does. But if he does it, then he knows he will be subjecting you to more pain. It would mean keeping you here with König, and John having to see it all.

“Very well.” He sighs at last, something green and tight curdling in his stomach. He doesn’t acknowledge it. “I will make sure everything will be ready for you, wife.”

“Thank you.”

And not once do you look at him with that warm, special smile you have only for König.

[quarterlifekitty]

on the fantasy aus.. witch!reader who bakes her spells into pastries and stirs them into drinks at her little cafe and perchance any one of the 141 boys being a frequent customer? big ol knight who needs a little pick me up sometimes?

You’re getting all of them because sometimes I look at these asks and otome games flash in my mind

Gaz, to be quite honest, is mostly here for the pastries and tea. The magic stuff is just a bonus. As a result, the charms he gets are very simple, mostly cosmetic stuff. Clearing under eye bags, whitening teeth, stuff like that. His relentless flirting does not get him free hand pies, much to his dismay.

Soap is on that painkiller pastry grindset. He has various chronic pains that you have spells to soothe in the form of blueberry and cheese danishes. And he probably gets a horrifically sweet drink with whatever the magic equivalent of adderall is. He dabbles in apothecary himself, so he likes to flirt by talking shop with you about potions and reagents.

Ghost comes in like clockwork. Right before closing every day that you’re open. Gets a sleepy time tea and whatever pastry has got the dreamcatcher spell in it. Always overpays and refuses to take any change. Every time he casually reminds you that the offer for marriage is still open, but you’re not yet entirely convinced it’s not just a ploy to have a limitless supply of your tea.

Price is not here for the pastry or the magic— he’s here to wife you the fuck up, to be honest. He sees that you’re hardworking and talented as well as stunning. In addition, he thinks you should come work in the palace to provide your services to the royal guard, rather than running this tiny shop on a side street in town. So he’s trying to sweep you up on two fronts.

König gets the same kind of spells as most knights— treats to soothe various pains and accelerate healing, drinks that encourage pleasant dreams. His most frequent orders are for fruit tarts that increase luck and fortune— sometimes he gets the ones for coming battles, but mostly he gets the ones that are meant to bring luck in matters of the heart. He’s desperately hoping you’ll get the hint soon.

Nik travels vast distances often, and is one of your primary suppliers for ingredients. He’s guilty of regularly offering steep discounts in exchange for kisses (you’ve limited it to just the cheek). He also likes to remind you that you wouldn’t have to compensate him at all if this were more of a family business between you two, yes?