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so viking!simon gifted his lovie a skrunkly little cat for their wedding
you can’t tell me that knight!john didn’t go back to the tattered remains of your home to find your little dog for you. the sweet little pomchi who lived in your arms wouldn’t last in the wild all alone and the thought had been making you ill over the past few days
the thing used to snap and growl at him before, any time he would attempt to guide you with his hand, he got a little nip from the dog
except this time, when john finds the little thing shivering in the bushes near your home, they come sprinting towards him, thankful to see a familiar face. grumbles under his breath but doesn’t move away when the pup licks at his cheek and allows him to carry them back home to you
just ignore the blush on his cheek when he feels your lips graze over his bristly facial hair, a small kiss to his skin as a thank you for bringing your baby back to you 🥺
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Knight!Johnathan Price x Princess!Reader 🗡️🌿🌟
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You’re a princess from a long bloodline of nobles, descending from the gods themselves. The pearlescent blood in your veins is proof enough. If not, then your gift of visions surely would be.
John is your chosen Head Knight (and possibly the whole task force as well because harem lol), sworn to protect the next monarch in line for the throne for the rest of his life. And being that you are descended from the gods, it is deemed blasphemous for a mortal/commoner to touch you (again, because harem). So, not only is John sworn to be your guard—but also a companion and lover (platonic and romantic).
You tend make his job harder than it needs to be. Constant attempts to avoid stuffy events with other nobles. Evading any mentoring lessons. Slipping out to the village whenever possible. It’s all a common thing with you.
One day, you manage to slip out once more.
With a cape and headscarf (typical ‘I’m blending in’ princess disguise), you manage to wander the village. A small pull in the pit of your gut guides your feet this time. This isn’t like all your other escapades, no, something’s calling for you.
It isn’t until John finds you in the shady underbelly of the city, the home of dark alley deals and illicit activities, that you realize you’ve had visions of this. His hand gently grasps your elbow, slightly tugging you out of the trance-like state you’ve been pulled into.
“Your highness,” he intones, “I believe you’ve wandered a touch too far from the light.” His eyes are stern but hold a flicker of something softer. "It's time to return. Your absence has not gone unnoticed."
He attempts to pull you away from the various stalls and merchants that you’ve been wandering down. Usually you admit defeat when caught, but now you’re fighting against his gentle hold. Something’s not right. John picks up on this and it uneases him.
Your feet stay planted. You have yet to find what you seek. You tell him so.
"And what, pray tell, are you seeking in a place like this, Your Highness?" He steps closer, pulling your bodies closer together, concern and suspicion melding in his gruff voice. His presence is an unspoken reminder of his sworn duty to protect you.
You hastily speak of visions, an overwhelming feeling in you, that the gods are calling you and you must answer.
"I know not what visions haunt your thoughts, but I beg of you — do not let them lead you into peril." His grip tightens almost imperceptibly, a silent plea as he softly speaks your given name. "You are the jewel of this kingdom. Too precious to be cast into such depths."
The use of your name is a reminder of the intimate bond you two share, forged in secret moments stolen from the watchful eye of the kingdom. It's a bond that transcends mere duty and protection.
Reluctantly, you both concede slightly, softened by his words and your pleading eyes. You allow his presence and he allows you to continue. But you push for John to distance himself as he’s drawing more and more unwanted attention. The peddlers are already whispering…
It isn’t long until to you find what’s you’re searching for, what’s summoning you.
An amulet. Ancient and weathered. Its siren song unconsciously calls you to reach out and touch. But as you do, your hand is slapped away by the peddler. Causing John to tense and his hand to reach for his sword but he still keeps his distance as promised, not stepping in unless you call for it.
Your lips recite words in a tongue long dead. A phrase you’ve never heard before leaves you without your permission. The merchant simply smiles and asks for payment, to which you give. The amulet is passed to you, its new owner.
With the trinket now in your possession, you know what happens next. Ambush. You rush to John’s side, not stopping to explain more than, “We’re leaving. Now.”
"Stay close," John growls without missing a beat, falling into step beside you. It's not a request, but a command. He prays to the gods, silent and fervent, for guidance and protection. His strides are long and purposeful, his body a shield blocking you from any pursuers. "Anytime you're ready to tell me what this is about, I'm listening.
Little does he know, that in order to save his life from this ambush, you must sully your own hands. All over an old necklace and some silly visions you’ve yet to understand.
Oh gods, what have you gotten yourself into?
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So per the results of the poll I did two days ago, Knight!Price is in love with a gender-neutral Reader/Sovereign!Reader. While it is gender-neutral, Reader has shoulder-length hair to symbolize that their kingdom is in a time of peace. Like with Knight!Ghost, I just made up a kingdom name. CW: Assassination attempt on Reader (Price protects you, dw) Part One, Part Two
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You were out and about in Wixia, the capital city of your kingdom, Orithia. You were in the city square, playing with the kids and enjoying being with your people. Your laughter filled the air as you playfully chased kids and watched them squeal.
Your loyal knights of your Royal Guard managed to keep up with you as you chased after the kids, dutifully watching over you. One of those knights was the head of the Royal Guard, John Price. A man who had been your loyal knight ever since you took the throne many years ago when you turned eighteen.
John kept his eyes on you, taking in every inch of your sweat-laden skin. His eyes roamed all over, taking in your beautiful shoulder-length hair, a symbol of how Ortihia was in an era of peace. He drank in the sight of your beautiful colored eyes, alight with such intense joy. How your movements were so graceful as you played with your younger subjects.
You and the children eventually stopped running to catch your breaths, breathy laughter escaping from your lips. As you were catching your breath, another kid ran up to you, carrying a hand-crafted flower crown.
"Oh, is this for me?" you asked, smiling as you took the flower crown gently from the child. Your smile widened when they nodded. "In that case, I'll be honored to wear this flower crown."
You beckoned John forward and when he was near, you took off your jeweled crown and placed it in his awaiting hands.
It was unusual for a ruler to take off their crown in front of their subjects, but you weren't a regular ruler.
You replaced the jeweled crown with the flower crown, placing it upon your head.
You turned to John, tilting your head up slightly to look him in the eyes. "How do I look, Sir John?"
"You look splendid, Your Majesty," John responded, staring at the flower crown upon your head instead of in your eyes.
If you had looked closer, you'd see how blown-out his pupils were, like you were the most breathtaking person he had ever seen.
"Thank you—"
Your words were cut off by the crowd around you crying out as a man wielding a sword pushed through them. The children around you scattered in fear as the man threw his sword in your direction.
It felt like it was all happening in slow-motion. You saw the sword fly through the air towards you, could see in your mind's eye the sword hitting its target; you. But you were frozen in place, your body not responding to your brain telling you to dodge the incoming sword.
And the sword came, but it didn't hit you. John twisted his body so his covered yours, the sword hitting his armor and bouncing off it—thankfully.
Chaos erupted, people screaming as they picked up their children and ran to their homes. The City Guards were half pursuing the man and the other half was somewhere else.
"My people," you gasped as John picked you up to carry you back to the horses. "I can't leave them!"
John had been calling out orders to the rest of the Royal Guard, telling them to cover you and to bring the horses. He looked down at you and responded, "The City Guards will ensure the people get to their homes safely. The other half are guiding people through the streets, look."
As he placed you on his horse, you saw that the other half of the City Guards that you hadn't seen before in the chaos were indeed helping your people go to their houses. As you were watching them all, John got behind you on his horse and leaned forward to grab the reins.
"We're leaving!" He called out to the rest of the Royal Guard. With those words, he flicked the reins and nudged the horse into a gallop towards the palace.
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Hours had passed by since the assassination attempt in the city square, and you were confined to your palace. It was now nighttime, the sun having set two hours ago.
You paced your bedchambers, having not seen John since your arrival to the palace.
You knew he was with the palace guards, fortifying the security of the palace. He was doing important work, securing your safety, but you couldn't help but be worried.
He took a sword for you. Yes, it bounced off his armor, but surely it must've bruised him even with the armor on. You had an urge to seek him out, make sure he was okay, and you told yourself that you'd do that with any other knight in your Royal Guard.
"I'm going to find Sir John," you said to the knights outside your bedchambers when you opened the door. "Does anyone know where he is?"
One of the knights shifted on her feet, clearly unused to you speaking to anyone during the nighttime. "He should be in his bedchambers, Your Majesty," she replied, her voice soft and reverent towards you. "Shall I escort you there?"
You nodded and that was all the answer she needed. Her boots clicked on the cobble-stoned floor as she led you towards the wing of the palace where the knights' bedchambers were. You followed her, nodding politely to anyone who bowed to you as you both made your way to John's bedchambers.
It didn't take you long to reach the bedchambers once you were in the wing where the knights all slept, since John had to be the closest in case he had to get to your wing in the middle of the night. The knight escorting you stopped before reaching the bedchambers, leaving you to walk to the doors alone to have privacy.
You walked to the imposing doors and knocked via the door knocker, waiting for John's response.
"Come in," he said shortly thereafter, his voice gruff as always.
You pushed open one of the doors, going inside the bedchambers. John was sitting on his bed, his armor and undershirt off to reveal his abdomen being bandaged. He seemed flustered that you were seeing him in such an undressed manner, scrambling for his undershirt as you ignored his apologies to walk towards him. You were too focused on the bandages.
"You're injured," you murmured, your eyes on the bandages. You stopped in front of him and without thinking, you gently touched the bandages.
John winced, whether because he was in pain or because you were touching him, you didn't know.
"Just some bruises, nothing to be worried about, Your Majesty," he assured. His words were softer now, his breath hitting your cheek since you two were so close.
You looked up at him, staring into his beautiful blue eyes. "You put yourself in front of an incoming sword for me," you stated, as if he had somehow forgotten all that transpired earlier.
"You're my Sovereign, Your Majesty. It's my duty to take swords for you," he replied, his voice steady now. With your hand still on the bandages, he reached down to place his hand on top of yours. "I'm honored to be able to protect you and I would place myself in front of you to take whatever weapons coming your way all day, every day."
"Duty, is that the only reason you did it?" you asked, unable to help yourself.
John's eyebrows furrowed, confused at the sudden question. "Of course, Your Majesty. I am loyal to you and the throne."
The answer stung and you didn't know why. So you pulled back from him, masking the hurt with a smile.
"I should leave you to rest, Sir John. Have a good night."
With those words, you turned on your heel and left his bedchambers, closing the door behind you. John stared at where you were, confused even more.
Was that not the right answer? Did you not believe him?
The question was to test him, he told himself. Your way of making sure he was still loyal. And he was. He would never dare turning away from you.
You were his Sovereign, someone he'd follow into battle any day. You were kind, never once raising your voice at your subjects. Your diplomacy skills enabled you to keep the kingdom in the time of peace that your mother ushered in before she died.
You were someone he admired greatly.
And he also shamefully dreamt of you. Dreamt of holding you close to him, sleeping beside you and waking up to your bedhead in the morning. Dreamt of being the man you loved.
It was truly shameful of him to do so, which was why he had to limit his answer to saying he was loyal to you and the throne. Truth be told, he was only loyal to you. If you decided to not be Sovereign of Orithia one day, he'd follow you to wherever you went.
And that was dangerous.
You trusted him to protect you, to protect the people of Orithia. He had to push down his feelings for you, so he could be the knight you needed.
He sighed and ran his hand through his brown hair, sitting back down on the bed.
All he needed to do was not act on his feelings.
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Knight! Ghost this, King! König that (hehe king-king, can we please give that man a fanon name??)
WHAT ABOUT PRINCE! GAZ???
On GOD if this man doesn’t get more recognition….
But I’m telling y’all I’ve been thinking about it all day like Gaz being the prince of a kingdom and he’s well loved by all his people
Like Knight! Price is highly regarded by the king, possibly captain of the guard, and started Prince! Gaz’s weapon/knight(?) training
And knight! Price DID NOT take it is easy on Gaz just because he was the prince. If anything Price pushed him harder than any of the other boys in training because as Price says, “An army is only as strong as it’s leader”
Gaz built a strong relationship with the knights and soldiers around the castle by spending so much time training with them, they all have a lot of respect for their Prince and would be honored to follow him into battle
Prince! Gaz loves tournaments, his favorite event??? JOUSTING
I’ve been thinking about it a lot, I mean A LOT (a couple months ago I was thinking about a knight!Ghost X Princess! Reader au and even then all I could think about was what a god Gaz would be at the joust)
Gaz loves the thrill of a roaring crowd, his stallion excitedly prancing under him, his opponent clear in his sights, and the satisfying break of his lance against hard steel
I don’t think Gaz has ever been unsat in an official tourney
Also? hello?? GAZ THE GALLANT???
I’m throwing up thinking about about being the lucky lady that Prince! Gaz gives his rose to before his run in the list 😭
#gnawing at the bars of my enclosure#he’d look so good in like purples and blues#cod medieval au#prince!gaz#kyle gaz garrick#gaz x reader#kyle garrick#cod x reader#knight!ghost#knight!price
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Medieval AU Captain Price x Reader
CW : light smut under the cut
Medieval AU where Price is Captain of the Guard, and you're just a handmaiden of the Lady of the castle. He's an impressive and ruthless man, but always fair. You've seen him train in the court, massive body moving with ease. He can yield a sword you can barely lift (you tried once, in secret).
Yet you've also seen him be kind and caring towards young apprentices, guiding them through difficult moves. Seen him tend to his horse with a softness that makes you melt.
In the heat of the past summer, you even saw him half naked, training with his arms and chest bare. Strong muscles rippling under a layer of fat - healthy, powerful.
Dark hair on the top of his chest, and then some more leading across his belly and under his pants. Sinful thoughts, that follows you into your bed. At night, when the pressure is too much, your hands wander between your legs and you work yourself to completion, thinking about Captain Price. How his large hands would feel on your hips, how his sweaty skin would taste under your tongue, how good he would stretch you up on his cock. How you wish he would join you on your cot and take you with all his might.
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Fallen Feathers
Fantasy AU ft. Knight!John Price
Summary: John Price is sent out by the king to hunt a monster. He wanders through the woods and finds a girl, living alone who wishes not to be seen.
This is Part 1 of a series
Word Count: ~2K
Author's Note: Hello! It's been a while. I've had this story idea typed up for nearly a year and just couldn't get comfortable with it. But I've been inspired by @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world 's fantasy AU, and decided just to post this and see what happens. Enjoy!
Sweat trickled down the back of his neck as he made it to the top of the hill. He looked out over the basin, the sun rising behind him and casting shade from the trees out onto the village below. The village- Edriel (Ee-drill), -was already bustling with life in the early hours. Farm-help out watering crops before the sun wilted them, mothers cooking breakfast for the little ones before their day of chores and play, priests walking through to say their blessings and good mornings.
A world of intimacy, a world of peace.
The very things John had sworn to protect, the very reason he was on this hill in the first place. He was a Commander, a third-rank Knight sent out to protect the village. His village. The place he’d grown up, the place he devoted his life and servitude to.
A monster lived in the forest, he was told. The King ordered him to find and slay the monster. So, John turned away from the village, and headed into the forest.
He used his sword to cut through the thick brush, heading for… well, he wasn’t sure. The King wouldn’t give him a description of the monster- perhaps he didn’t have one. But if he didn’t have one, then was John just chasing a rumor? He had been under the King since he was a boy, it was a little insulting to be sent on a goose chase.
Slice.
He was a Commander, for God’s sake! A third rank Knight- a position he had worked hard for. And here he was, running around the forest, looking for something that wasn’t even there.
Slice.
This is a rookie’s task, he figured. Something to keep them busy, to test their loyalty.
Slice.
Perhaps the King was becoming senile in his old age. Or maybe John was just upset at the mission. He saw the way the other Commanders smirked when he was given his task. It was embarrassing, especially after a life of devotion.
Slice.
The brush cleared away, revealing a secluded area that looked… cared for. He crouched under a branch, keeping his sword at the ready- just in case. A small stream ran near his feet, water as clear as he’d ever seen. There was a garden, and even a house. It looked similar to the Edriel houses, however it was poorly built. Things seemed to be added over time: patches to the roof, new ties for the wood. He studied it carefully, jumping when he heard a noise from inside the house.
“Who’s there?” a woman asked from inside the house. She sounded human.
“I am a Commander of Edriel’s army. I am coming in,” he said, sword raised as he opened the door.
The house was small, just enough for one person. The curtain was closed, engulfing the house in darkness. He could tell she was in the corner, but he couldn’t see her.
“Open the curtain,” he ordered, his voice coming out gruff.
“...I’d rather not,” she said quietly, her body pressed against the walls. “I-I am horribly burned, I’d prefer not to be seen.”
John lowered his sword, putting it back in its sheath. “Yes ma’am,” he said in a much softer voice. It was a foreign feeling. It had been ages since he had spoken so softly. “...what is your name?”
She went quiet, and it sounded as though she was shuffling on her feet. A wave of realization washed over him. He had broken into this poor woman’s home and demanded to see her. She was probably terrified.
“I am John Price, a proud Knight of Edreil,” he started, hands behind his back as he respectfully tipped his head. After a few moments of silence, she spoke.
“Adelaide,” she said quietly.
“Adelaide… what?”
“Just Adelaide.”
A tense silence covered them. He cleared his throat, looking around the house. “..Okay, Adelaide. I apologize for my rude intrusion. If I may… why do you live out here?” he asked.
“People do not stare at me out here. It is peaceful,” she said. “What has you out here?”
He hesitated. His business was embarrassing, but if anyone knew where a monster was, it would be her. He took a breath. “The King has sent me out in search of a monster.”
“A monster?” she asked, voice pitching higher.
“Do not worry,” he said quickly, raising a hand in front of him. “I will take care of it, you will be of no harm.”
“What does it look like?”
Another pause, this one longer. He let out a low sigh, his chainmail armor clinking as he raised a hand to run through his hair.
“...You do not know?”
“...no, ma’am.”
He swore he heard her snort. “What kind of king sends a knight out with no description?”
He huffed, rolling his eyes. “You’d be a fool to talk poorly of the King in front of one of his knights,” he said dryly.
“Are you going to detain me?” she asked with a hint of amusement.
“I could,” he responded quickly, hand resting on the hilt of his sword. He was met with silence, to which he sighed. “Do you know of any monster living around here?”
“...no. But, I will be weary,” she said to him, any details of emotion stripped from her voice.
He gave her a nod and turned to leave. “Good day, ma’am,” he said, closing the door to her home and going out the way he came.
As he continued his search for the monster, he thought about her. Was she truly so badly burned that she must live alone? He didn’t remember a fire in the village.
Perhaps she was from Pulsk?
No, surely not. Pulsk was a lawless trading post crawling with criminals, monsters, witches- she would not have to move from there, her appearance would not be so bad there. So she must be from Edriel. But he had never heard of a fire that bad- he had never heard of a woman living outside the village.
How long had she been alone? Who else knew she was there?
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John was sent out every day for the next week. It seemed he’d be doing this until the monster was found. On the fourth day, he stopped by her area again.
“Miss?” he called out. He heard a door slam, and saw the curtain in her window close.
“John?” she asked worriedly.
“At your service. May I come in? Is it dark enough?” he asked, waiting by the door for her word.
“Yes,” she called out after a moment. He opened the door, the smell of smoke filling his nose. She must’ve blown out a candle. She was in the same corner as last time.
The light from the door fell on his face, lighting him up with a glow. He smiled at her, clearing his throat. He shifted a bit uncomfortably on his feet. “How is life out here?” he asked, eyes glancing around as he tried to figure out where to look.
“Peaceful. Quiet, most days,” she replied. His lips pursed, eyebrows creasing.
“…Would you like me to leave?”
“Oh! Oh, I didn’t… I did not mean you,” she clarified quickly. He imagined she looked worried, and he smiled a bit to make her feel better.
“So, other people visit?” he asked with a grin.
“Well… no…” she murmured, and he chuckled. It was a deep timbre that reverberated through his chest.
“Right,” he said. They fell into a silence, and he shifted again. It was difficult having a conversation with someone you couldn’t see. “…do you ever miss the village?”
He heard ruffling- it must’ve been her clothes. “No. I miss the food sometimes,” she said, watching as he looked around her place. “There used to be a woman who sold pastries. I think about her quite often.”
He lit up, eyes shining and lips stretched in a smile. “Mrs. Dresel?”
“Yes!” she said, the most enthusiastic he’s ever heard her. “Is she still alive? She was quite old when I last saw her…”
“Yes, she’s still around. Still making those pastries, too,” he smiled fondly, thinking of them. “I have not visited her in a while,” he thought aloud.
“Nor have I… for obvious reasons…” she said and the house creaked. John looked around at the roof worriedly. “Oh, it does that,” she said dismissively.
“…did you build this yourself?” he asked her, eyes scanning over the structure. Pillars of wood, stuck together with what appeared to be mud. The roof was wood planks, with some more mud, and dried straw. Simple, but effective.
“I did,” she replied, also now looking at it.
“…it isn’t bad,” he said with a shrug. She let out a laugh.
“You’re very polite.”
“I’m a Knight.”
She laughed, making his eyes tear away from the roof back to the corner she hid in. He could imagine her, standing there with bright eyes. It made him chuckle.
“My house isn’t much, but it is mine,” she continued.
“It’s lovely,” he replied, eyes going back to the structure. “Very impressive.”
“Thank you,” she replied. “Any luck on finding your monster?”
He groaned, rolling his eyes. His entire body tensed, lips pressed in a thin line. “No. I’m starting to think the King is playing a trick on me,” he remarked, chainmail clanking.
“Perhaps he’s gone bad? Like a fruit?” she offered up, amusement clear in her voice.
“Careful,” he warned, trying not to smirk. “I still work for the man- even if he is a bit mushy.”
She laughed, a noise that made the corners of his lips turn up. He pictured her shoulders shaking, her smile wide and unapologetic. He wondered how often she laughed out here.
“You’re funny- for a Knight,” she poked, voice dripping with sarcasm.
“D’you have a thing against Knights?” he asked, arms crossed over his chest but a smile on his lips.
“They haven’t always been kind to me,” she remarked, making his mood change. His arms fell to his sides, and his eyebrows creased as his smile vanished.
“Then you must’ve been doing something you weren’t supposed to,” he replied with a bit of an edge. A blanket of tension wrapped around her house.
“…do you take me for a criminal, John?”
He thought in silence for a couple moments, before finally replying. “No, I suppose not,” he muttered, almost begrudgingly. Though, if a Knight had been rude to her, it was likely deserved. “Never mind.”
They fell into silence, the air thicker than the smoky scent of her home. She huffed a bit, more rustling heard. “Don’t you have a monster to catch?” she asked, voice carrying a sharpness to it.
He cleared his throat, chainmail clunking as he readjusted himself. “Indeed. Have a good day, Miss Adelaide,” he said politely, before turning and leaving her house, door closing behind him.
Perhaps she was a criminal. Why else would a knight have been rude to her? It would make sense, her living out here by herself. He would have to go through the old town logs, see if the name Adelaide appeared. Though, it might be difficult without a last name.
He was ducked under the branch again, leaving the area she had claimed. He huffed, wiping the sweat on his neck with his handkerchief.
What if she wasn’t a criminal? What if she was just horribly burned? He still could not remember a fire that bad- though, if he looked through the logs…
He had taken his horse, Obsidian, with him today. He gently pet her nose, sighing softly. “C’mon, old girl,” he said, hoisting himself up onto the saddle. “Back to the castle- let’s get you an apple, hmm?”
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Knight!Price
This is a masterlist of all of the Knight!Price Drabbles. This reader is gender neutral.
(Yes, I know that I've made masterlists on my main blog and could just link the masterlist to my pinned post, however, I'm making new masterlists so that I can just update this instead of the old one when/if I expand this series. Yes I am linking posts made from my main blog, yes this is me.)
John Price Takes a Sword for You
The Festival of Creation
This may not be a completed list (it may be expanded upon)!
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Upcoming au wip✍️
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Doomed by the Narrative.
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something something sworn knight price who has dedicated his life to protecting you, the future queen of your humble kingdom
until it’s raided and pillaged, burnt to the ground and he barely gets you both out by the skin of your teeth. pretty gown tattered and singed, teary cheeks pressed against his armoured back as his steed trots through the hidden paths in the deep woods
something something his proper princess having to strip down to nothing with him and huddle together for warmth during the night
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AEHEKHGFLSJSKDJD LOOK AT THEM!
#kyle gaz garrick#john price#pricegaz#cod#call of duty#elliot knight#barry sloane#THEY'RE SO FUCKING HANDSOME
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While it is gender-neutral, Reader has shoulder-length hair to symbolize that their kingdom is in a time of peace. Reader also is described as wearing clothes that flow beneath them as they dance, could be a dress or ceremonial robes up to you. Just wanted to write Knight!Price watching you dance and gushing internally over how breathtaking you look. Added some more lore to this AU. Part One, Part Two
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It was a holy day for all of Orithia, it being the day your people celebrated your God of Life, Wixia, creating the kingdom. It was why the capital city was named Wixia, after the god, because he created the city first before creating the rest of the kingdom. Thus, your ancestors celebrated the day with a festival, The Festival of Creation, with Wixia being the city with the best festival in all of Orithia.
John was watching you dance with your subjects in the city square, all in a circle as hired musicians played various instruments and sang, songs of old hymns to the god Wixia filling the air. Everyone was having immense fun, but he could only look at you.
Your clothes were flowing beneath you as you danced and twirled, bright purple colors in your clothes, which represented that you were the Sovereign, were accentuated as the ends swirled as they flowed. Your smile was bright and your shoulder-length hair was braided in a style native to the Orithian culture. Even though your dance was energetic and lacking any true beat, you looked...ethereal.
He knew it made you uncomfortable when your other subjects tried to say you were like a deity that became mortal to grace the people of Orithia with your divine presence, but he couldn't help thinking of you as a deity. Every second he was near you felt like a blessing. He felt like he should be kissing your feet and erecting altars all over the kingdom so everyone could worship you.
John laughed heartily as he heard you whoop in exhilaration and he clapped on beat with the music, joining everyone who wasn't dancing in who were adding a layer of sound to the music by clapping along to the songs.
The atmosphere surrounding the festival felt electric as you and several others danced together, barefoot against the cobblestones of the city square to dance the best. The stars and moon in the night sky were your audience as you all twirled around, often linking arms together to spin each other around. No one paid attention to how hot it was, especially with the only light being from the huge fire in the middle of the city square.
"Sir John, come join us," you called out to him, smiling up at him as you continued to dance. You beckoned him to come into the circle where everyone was dancing.
He felt like he couldn't say no to you and he didn't really want to. Your joy was infectious and he wanted to be one of those whom you linked arms with as you danced.
John joined the circle of dancing, getting closer to you. His ceremonial cape that was held in place by his armor flowed behind him as he danced and twirled.
With you starting to sing along to the song currently being played, everyone else followed suit, their voices only adding to the atmosphere. The lyrics were praising Wixia, thanking Him for blessing the people of Orithia with his benevolence.
But John found himself silently praising you when your arm linked with his and you spun the both you around in a circle. The skin-to-skin contact made his heart skip a beat, his eyes dropping down to yours to hold eye-contact.
In that moment, time seemed to slow. All he could focus on was that he was dancing with you, the twirling around bring you two closer.
He was entranced by your striking eyes, enamored with your bright smile, only able to hear your beautiful voice singing along with the musicians. You two were so close he could smell the perfume/cologne you had put on and it was losing its scent since you were sweating due to dancing, but he could still smell it and he could feel your flowing clothes brush against his flowing cape.
When you eventually unlinked your arm from his and twirled away, it was like you took the bright light that had made the world bright with you, even though everything was technically the same. But as you danced with others, it took everything in him to keep dancing and not to be standing in place among the others, frozen at the absence of your presence beside him.
Since John was the head of the Royal Guard and unmarried, several people wanted to try and woo him as he danced alone. He linked arms with them and twirled around with them, but his eyes were still on you. It was easy for the unassuming eye to just chalk it up to him making sure you were safe, but if anyone looked closer they would see the love-stricken look in his eyes.
No one could turn him away from you, not even the nobles in your court. His eyes—and his heart—were on you.
But it didn't stop the over consuming guilt that came with loving you, like he was doing a grave betrayal to you by being in love with you when he should be focused on protecting you. You trusted him with your life and here he was, wanting to be more than a knight to you.
How selfish of him.
With those thoughts, John finally tore his eyes away from you. He focused on dancing, enjoying the joy around him.
He didn't look at you unless it was to ensure you were still safe every so often, missing your glances at him as you made your way back to where he was dancing so you could dance with him again.
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why they so prettyyy???😩😭🥺
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My mom: So, who are you texting?
Me, who spends unhealthy amount of time on Character.Ai : No one....
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Fallen Feathers (Pt. 2)
Fantasy AU ft. Knight! John Price
Summary: Price does his research, trying to find his monster. What he finds instead could change the trajectory of his life...
(Part 1 Here)
Word Count: 1.5k
Author's Note: Hello! Sorry it's been over a month since part 1- I am mentally ill and in college. I'm not super happy with this part, but it's necessary to kick this story into high gear. Enjoy!
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John walked through the streets of Edriel, smiling at people as he did. He was headed to the eastern side of town, a place he didn’t visit often. He was originally from the east, but his parents had moved him north- towards the castle -when he was a young boy.
He headed over to the square, making friendly conversation with merchants, playing with some of the children. But that’s not why he was here.
Truth be told, this wasn’t even his jurisdiction. He patrolled the west more often than not. But his eyes settled on a frail old woman, selling her pastries. He smiled.
“Mrs. Dresel,” he greeted, tipping his head. “Good to see you again.”
“Oh, Johnny!” she said, her voice crackly and high but oh so sweet. He grimaced at the name, but made no remark- just settling on a polite smile. “I haven’t seen you in ages! Look how big you are!”
“Yes, I have gotten quite big,” he said, looking at her array of pastries. His eyes landed on two rolled buns- stuffed with strawberry jam and drizzled with honey. He fished through the pocket of his trousers. “How much for two?”
“10 Den,” she said, wrapping the two up for him. “I have a feeling you aren’t just here for the pastries, Johnny,” she said, giving him a knowing smirk. He sighed, shaking his head and clicking his tongue.
“No, ma’am, I’m not,” he admitted, handing her the Den and taking the pastries. “I was wondering- do you remember a fire in this side of town?” he asked her.
“A fire?” she repeated, looking up as she thought. She scratched her head, getting flakes of pastry in her graying hair.
He pressed further. “One that left a girl badly burned.”
“Oh, heavens no,” she said with a wave of her wrinkly hand. “No, we haven’t had anything like that. Why?”
John smiled politely. “Just Knight business, ma’am. Don’t be concerned. Have a good day, Mrs. Dresel,” he said, tipping his head again before heading off down the street.
He huffed, stuffing the pastries in his pocket. He knew it- there hadn’t been a fire, at least not here. Still, he best check the logs.
It didn’t make sense. Why would she lie? Why wouldn’t she want to be seen? He wasn’t there to arrest her- though, maybe he should be.
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John rubbed his eyes, strained and tired. He’d been reading old logs for hours, faded handwriting lit only by the candle burning next to him.
This is ridiculous.
He had a monster to catch- one that he had no description for. That’s what he should be searching for- not some woman in the woods.
Perhaps she was mad. That could explain it.
But she didn’t sound mad. She sounded like any other villager. And even she recognized the absurdity of the King’s goose chase.
“Oi!”
Another Knight banged on the table he was at, pulling John from his thoughts. He jumped, color rising to his cheeks as he rolled his eyes.
“What the hell do you want, Smith?” he grumbled, setting the log book down.
Smith grinned, sitting on the table. “Just wanted to see how your monster hunt was going,” he replied with a snicker.
John glared at him. “About as well as you’d think, given no direction.”
“I heard it’s a crow,” Smith started, boyish grin growing larger. “Big, black wings, sharp talons- sharper than your sword. Ugly thing, supposedly.”
“And where’d you hear that?” he asked, voice gruff with annoyance.
“Rumors from when I was just a lad,” he said, hopping off the desk to pace. “Mum used to call it a fallen angel- swore she saw it once, in the dead of night.”
John resisted the urge to roll his eyes again. She ran a hand through his beard, scratching at the skin. “Right. Well, if I see it, I’ll tell you,” he said in a grumble.
Smith clicked his tongue. “Atta boy. Now- what the hell are you doing with the old logs?”
“You should learn to mind your business,” Price snapped, earning an amused chuckle from Smith.
“Oh, I see.”
“See what?”
Smith just grinned. “Is this for a maiden?”
Price froze. He felt his cheeks warm up- though he chalked it up to annoyance. “…yes. But not in that way-“
“In what way, then?” he asked cheekily.
“None of your concern-“
“Price’s got a little lady!” he exclaimed.
“I do not-“
“Who would’ve ever thought? You finally settling down-“
“Fuck off, Smith,” Price finally growled, slamming the log book shut and looking up at him angrily.
Smith, already halfway out the door, replied, “Night, Price~!”
The door closed, and John was alone again. He closed his eyes, leaning back in his chair. A crow? A fallen angel? Smith was known for his stories, that’s for sure.
“Ridiculous,” he muttered, blowing out the candle and heading to his quarters.
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The next morning, he hopped on Obsidian and headed back out to the woods. He knocked on her door once more. “Miss Adelaide?” he called gruffly.
“Hang on!” she called back. He heard the curtain close. “Come in!”
John opened the door, walking into the dark house once more. It smelled wonderful- whatever stew she had over the fire made him realize he had skipped breakfast.
“What has you out here again?” she asked him, back in her corner.
“You,” he replied, pulling something wrapped in cloth from his pocket. “I-“ he stopped, a sudden sense of nervousness filling him. He cleared his throat. “I brought you some of Mrs. Dresel’s pastries,” he admitted, growing a bit sheepish. His face flooded with warmth.
“…you did?” she asked quietly. He nodded.
“If you don’t want them, I won’t be upset-“
“No, I do want them,” she said, sounding surprised. He realized she wouldn’t come get them, and he set them on her table.
“Well- good.”
A hush fell over them, a bit tense. He looked around her home, and cleared his throat again. “Uh- seen any monsters?” he asked.
She laughed a little. “No, I haven’t,” she replied. He nodded.
“Me either,” he grumbled, shoulders relaxing a bit. She snorted.
“The King’s lost it,” she murmured, and John sighed. He didn’t correct her, or warn her. He just silently agreed.
“I had a fellow knight tell me that he believes it’s a crow,” he said, glancing at her house again.
“A crow?” she asked in a high pitched laugh. He wasn’t quite sure what was funny, but he didn’t comment.
“Yes. Big black wings, talons. Apparently,” he said, looking back to her corner.
“Sounds hideous,” she commented, and he heard her shift.
“It sounds fake,” he replied, rolling his eyes. “It’s ridiculous. I’ve served under the King for fifteen years, and he-“ John’s hands balled up into fist, and he took a breath to calm down. He looked out the door, eyes on the leaves trembling in the wind. “I apologize,” he said softly to her, looking back to her corner.
“It’s alright. You aren’t the first Knight I’ve seen angry,” she said shortly.
John’s brain was swimming. Should he ask? It would be rude- and he really didn’t want to arrest her. But Knights aren’t rude or angry for no reason.
“…what do you mean by that?” he finally asked, hand absentmindedly drifting to the hilt of his sword. He could almost feel the blanket of discomfort wrap around them.
She was silent. He heard her huff- he could just imagine her rolling her eyes. “You people tend to have quite the temper,” she remarked.
“Only if provoked,” he replied.
“Only if afraid-“
“Knights are not afraid.”
“Call it stupidity, then,” she snapped.
“Watch your mouth, Adelaide,” he boomed, stepping towards her dark corner. He heard the rustling of her shifting.
Silence.
He rolled his eyes at himself, moving his hand away from his sword. He let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “…I apologize, ma’am, I didn’t intend-“
His eyes caught something in the corner of her home. A couple large, black feathers. He froze, heartbeat shooting up to his ears and brain working double time.
“…I found them outside, I thought I could use them to stuff my pillow-“
“Reveal yourself.”
A beat.
“…excuse me?” she asked in a shaking voice.
“I said: Reveal yourself,” he demanded again, hand moving back to the hilt of his sword. He glared into her corner, heart racing.
“…John, you know I am burned-“
“In a fire that never happened?” he snapped, drawing his sword with a haunting ring.
“John-“ she pleaded.
“Do not make me repeat myself.”
She fell silent again. Slowly, she pulled back the curtains.
Light flooded the room, making him blink in surprise. When he finally saw her, his jaw dropped. Piercing black eyes stared back at him, full of sorrow. Two big black wings folded behind her back, sharp talons on the ends of her black fingers, and a beak-like nose adorned her features. Her skin was smoky along the edges of her hairline and small black dots littered her skin.
John staggered backwards, faltering for a moment before putting his sword back up. Adelaide wasn’t a woman- she was a monster. His monster- the one he was sent to kill. His arm shook. He swallowed. Stepping towards her with a hateful look in his eyes.
She looked up at him with those dark eyes, exhausted and knowing. “Can I eat my pastry before you kill me?”
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Thinking about reader having a tough time, a tough couple of weeks, of just feeling awful. Your mental health had taken a toll and gotten bad again. You weren't exactly sure what specifically set it off this time. It was most likely a combination of things.
Your workload had picked up due to the increase in your rent, which put you financially out some, and you didn't want to bother others with that problem. You would feel too awful to even think of asking. You'd put on some weight due to the late nights and long hours working, so you didn't have as much time to prepare proper or healthy meals, which of course meant you had been snacking on the go. You'd overheard a few of your coworkers make some unkind comments on your weight and how "unkempt" you seemed as of late, whilst they finished early and had a dual income, so they didn't understand. But that had given your demons some fuel to get to work.
You were one of the very first people in and one of the last out. You had finished late every night for the last two weeks, running on caffeine, instant foods, and fumes. You pushed yourself, every day, just to make ends meet and it still didn't seem enough. You had almost fallen asleep a few times at your desk and had to down an energy drink or hurriedly drink coffee to stay awake.
You also had slacked on the household chores, which meant things were more messy and disorganised than you liked. It meant everything felt chaotic. It made things difficult to find when you were rushing around and late. You also felt like your relationship was suffering because of it, which just added the final nail in the coffin. Plus, your boyfriend seemed to be ignoring you as of late. So everything was just too much.
It was finally the weekend. You finally had some days off to do what was neglected through the weeks. You thought you'd start off easy, you did the mounds of laundry that needed washing. But the whole time, you were mentally berating yourself for not doing it sooner. You next cleaned the kitchen, mopping the floor and disinfecting the surfaces. Which is then followed by the living room and dining room. But, again, you just kept thinking about how gross and lazy you were, punishing yourself for not taking care of it.
You were doing mental hoops of insults, all the while making your mood worse and throwing you further into a pit of depression. You spent the whole of Saturday cleaning, putting away, and sorting your solo home out. You wanted to do nothing more than relax, but your brain kept saying how you didn't deserve rest or to relax until everything you'd neglected was completed. You hated it, which made you hate yourself.
It took you 5 hours to do everything. It took all of your energy to force yourself back upstairs afterwards. You still had more to do up there, so you got to it. You sat down on the floor where you had set out the weeks' worth of piles and piles of laundry to put away, but you quickly got frustrated and overstimulated with exhaustion. You just wanted a nap, things to be easier, and to stay on top of things. Was that so much to ask for? Apparently.
The tears began falling and refused to stop. Weeks of pent-up and pushed-down emotions had finally caught up to you and erupted. You were sobbing, loudly and hysterically, as you curled in on yourself and fisted the laundry in your hands. You were tired, so fucking tired. Of everything. You just wanted to go to sleep and not wake up for a while. You knew it wasn't healthy, this lifestyle that was taking absolutely everything out of you, but you didn't know what to do or how to break the cycle to give yourself some reprieve.
But here you were. The fumes that were running on nothingness had finally caved in under the mass of enervations and pressure. You weren't sure how long you sat there wailing and sobbing out your frustrations and complete exhaustion, just holding yourself and pulling at your hair. Your phone had vibrated multiple times in a short period but you just couldn't physically move, you couldn't do anything but weep to your heart's content. Not that you could look at your phone anyway, your vision was blurry from the constant stream of tears.
At some point, you hear the door open and footsteps coming up. Coming straight in your direction. You knew you had never unlocked the door from last night when you came home late. And only one person had a key to your place, your boyfriend. You watched with teary vision as he came around the doorway and walked towards you, pushing the laundry out of the way so he could kneel in front of you.
"W-what are y-you doing h-here?" You gasped out, whimpering about him seeing you in such a state of disarray and collapse. He had never seen you have a breakdown before, he'd naturally seen you cry, but not this bad.
"You butt-dialled me, sweetheart. I was so worried and stressed out that you wouldn't answer me and just kept sobbing. I dropped everything and came straight here. Think I broke multiple speeding laws to get here." He breathlessly chuckles as you giggle sadly through your tears, an accidental whimper following. You feel his hands gently grab your face to look at him.
"Talk to me, my love. What's wrong? Do I need to kill someone for you?" He half-jokes, a look of pure worry filling his beautiful features. You shake your head in his hands as you reach up to grasp his wrists in your palms to ground yourself.
You tearily explained everything to him, spilling all your stresses and worries to the man you love. You knew he wouldn't ever judge you or invalidate your feelings, so you felt comfortable laying everything out for him. He listened, hooked on every word, and patiently worked with you. All while stroking your face lovingly.
Once you were done, you sobbed once more. All the emotions pouring out of you in one go. He made you feel safe and gave you a space to be vulnerable and transparent with him. That was irreplaceable.
He wordlessly pulled you into his lap, manoeuvring you where he wanted you. You just let him, ending up with your face in the crook of his neck and straddling his lap. You immediately latched onto him, wrapping your arms around any part of you could, your hands fisting his clothing for dear life. He stayed there for some time, comforting you with sweet words and back rubs, until you calmed down enough. He was patient and kind, giving you everything you needed.
He eventually picked you up with him as he stood, not once releasing you and walked to your bathroom. He started the water, letting it warm up as he placed you down on the floor. He undressed you slowly, placing feathery kisses in the pattern and traces of where his hands once were on each and every inch of exposed skin, all the while adorning you with compliments and telling you how much he loves you. You were now crying for a completely different reason, but much less aggressively.
Once he finished his worshipping of your body, he undressed himself, discarding both of your clothes in the hamper. (So thoughtful). He then helped you into the shower, following closely behind, and proceeded to wash and massage every bit of you. He completely pampered and worshipped you, from your hair down to your toes. He took his time, being the most gentle and soft that he had ever been with you or anything in his entire life. He made all your stress and worries melt away. He allowed you to wash and tend to him in return after a lot of convincing, expressing you wanted to and it would make you feel better.
You worshipped him in return, not wanting to make everything about you. Especially with how well he was treating you, he always did, but he was extra attentive tonight to help meet your needs.
Once you were both done in the shower, he dried you and carried you into the bedroom. He spent the next hour on top of you and in between your legs. Being slow, affectionate, and gentle. His lips kissed every inch of skin he could while making love to you, wanting to express every bit of his emotions he could to you. You received mindblowing orgasm after orgasm, all while your hands stayed intertwined. And afterwards, you fell asleep on his chest with one of his arms wrapped around you and the other stroking your hair.
You were awoken the next morning with breakfast in bed from your favourite breakfast place, your favourite flowers and a fully cleaned home. Which of course made you cry again but from happy tears. You spent the afternoon in bed, making love and enjoying the calm and happy mood.
By the end of the following week, he was fully moved into your place, after a few months of dating. He made you cut down on your work hours, claiming to handle everything and helped you to keep on top of anything that needed doing. You were so thankful he was yours and didn't know how you would ever repay him.
(Multi) I had Simon, John, Johnny, Gaz, Gojo, Geto, Megumi, Nanami, Marc, Eddie, and Steve, in mind while writing this.
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