#rudi x moon

[tmuse-ac]

How. DARE. You.

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Read that page 51 and I just had to stop existing for a second. That sleezy mf is not making it out of there alive, I'm telling you. I dropped everything I was doing for this man! This is on you @salty-rey! >>>:((

The blood stains are on your hands and are mixing with my tears.

Bonus:

[ellies-cove]

Idc if it’s sfw or nsfw- I NEED ANYTHING WITH A READER THAT HAS SOME SKULL CRUSHING, THICK, THUNDER THIGHS … please and thank you

Oh wow, calm down lovie.

(I LOVE THUNDER THIGHS UGHHH)

Valeria, Rudy and Gaz with an S/O with thicc thighs.

Pairing: Valeria, Rudy, Gaz with Thicc!gn!reader

Warnings: Female implied, smut, mentions of knife play, whiny dog shit, playboy mags mentioned, shitty translations, face riding

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Valeria

She may seem like a girl to not love soft people but when it comes to her S/O she's like a 14 year old boy and a playboy magazine.

Will and has picked you up by your thighs.

Own's one of those shirts where it says Leg rest and its on their shoulders.

When she's stressed she'll barge in wherever you are, pick you up, and make you ride her face. (with permission)

Calls you "Mi amante angelical" (My angelic lover) or if she's feeling silly La compañía de los muslos gruesos" (The thick thighs Company)

Rudy

The definition of whiny bitch boy.

You can't look at that man and say he loves a good thicc girl.

Again those shirts...

He's got one that says "I drown in puddles" and your shirt says "he drown in the puddle in my pants" or something like that.

Denies that he likes thicc girls to Ale but he doesn't believe it.

Loves being shoved into your tight cunt, throat getting squished by massive thighs.

He'll be moaning louder than you.

Gaz

Loves to sit under you during meetings.

Price hates it.

He'll keep his mustache long so it tickles your clit.

Love licking your thighs like its the last thing he gets before death.

Wants to be covered in them.

Regularly sleeps on them or kneads them.

[cutiecusp]

It's been two years since I've taken these photos, and it inspired a little series... here's part one.

Focus.

Simon Riley x War Correspondent Reader.

Tw. Readers nickname is 'snaps' but still able to be read as you. Mention of war.

"You know how to use that weapon, snaps?" A deep gruff voice rings over the noise of the van.

You balk at the idea of using a gun, you were here to photograph the truth, not take up arms.

"I'll manage." You reply stiffly, eyeing the man behind the voice.

Sitting towards the back of the van is the man you've been warned about. Shoulders wider than your body, a skull mask and a death glare to match... Ghost.

He lets out a dry chuckle, not unkindly.

"You'll learn." He remarks before the comms pick up again and you hear the next part of the mission.

You feel his eyes return to you a few minutes later. Meeting his gaze, you lift your chin slightly in defiance.

"I don't need a babysitter. Just here to do my job." You say, somewhat stubbornly. You had heard that the taskforce 141 and it's members had a reputation for being the best, and you held yourself to a similar standard. You were the best war photographer out there, and you took pride in it.

"Just saying. You gotta be a part of the team, and it's easier if you know how to defend yourself." Ghost leans in a little closer, your legs touching in the cramped van.

"It'll be a shame to have to ship such a pretty thing like you back home in a box."

Your breath pauses in your throat, making you splutter and choke on air. Fully embarrassed, your face aflame, you watch as he settles back into his seat and picks up a conversation with Soap, seemingly unaware of how flustered you were.

'It's gonna be a long trip' you think to yourself.

Simons POV.

This desert was going to kill me. Between Soaps constant chatter and the photographer making moon eyes at me when she thinks I'm not looking, this ride to the next point was torturous.

I would have been fine with a photographer on board, after all, what's another member of the team, after welcoming Alejandro and Rudy, it seemed like everyone had joined us lately. Allowing us to get the job done was my number one priority.

But then she came along. All cute with her camera set up, tact vest that stated she was a member of the press, a lamb to the slaughter. She should be at home, instead of this dusty hellhole.

I raise an eyebrow.

"You know how to use that weapon, snaps?"

Snaps. why did i give her a fucking nickname?

Her face gave me pause, i thought i was icy, but Hades himself has nothing on this woman.

and that chin tilt?

She's mine.

I lean in, using my size to intimidate her a little, see if i can pull some more of that fire from her. For some fucking reason, i cannot look away. Her body close to mine, and watching her flush as i paid her a small compliment tickled a part of my brain i thought was dead forever.

I barely heard Soaps chatter through the sound of blood rushing through my ears.

'Thank fuck i wear a mask.' i think to myself.

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[brokenpieces-72]

Monster! 141 x wendigo/jackalope Reader

Original character concepts are based on @bluegiragi Hunter is based on @diejager reader character.

Squeak

You’re sitting playing games in the recroom with Rudy and Johnny. Kyle sits down and gets dealt in to a game of Uno. You’re about halfway through the game when Hunter comes in with something brightly coloured in their hand.

“What you got there Hunter?” Kyle asked.

Hunter holds up a squeaky toy.

“Was about to ask that. Rudy is this yours?” They asked. Rudy looks confused and slightly offended.

“Why would it be mine?” He asks. Hunter feels a bit of embarrassment.

“I thought maybe for the cadejos. Wasn’t sure if you used it for them.” Hunter explains, wiggling it in the air. You notice some movement out of the corner of your eyes and look at Johnny. While Rudy and Hunter are talking about the two spirits you notice Johnny keeps watching the toy in Hunter’s hand, and his tail is wagging. You have to hide behind your cards a bit to maintain your poker face.

Kyle notices your face and gives you a silent confused look of “what?”. You look with your eyes at Soap and then back at Gaz. Gaz looks and then clears his throat to stifle his own laugh.

“Hmm… maybe it was one of the K9s we had the other day.” Hunter suggests.

“That would be my guess. Shame.” Rudy shrugs.

“Care to join us?” Gaz offers, and you can hear he’s hiding laughter. Soap gives him a look before going back to the moving toy. Hunter looks at Gaz and then takes a very quick look at Soap. They very subtlety move the toy and notice Johnny watching it. You can tell they’ve pieced it together. Rudy looks over himself and notices it. Soap is so fixed on the toy he doesn’t notice everyone else watching him.

In his defence he’s close to the full moon so the wolf traits come out a little stronger. This was the first time you’d seen him like this though.

“Sure why not. Just set this aside.” Hunter said, before tossing the toy behind them Johnny abruptly stood up from the table and Kyle practically hollered with laughter while you clutched your stomach snickering. Hunter smiled and stifled their own laughing along with Rudy.

“Away n’ bile yer heid!” Soap yells which makes the laughter erupt back up again. Your sides and stomach ached from laughing so hard. He koffs you upside the head as he walks around the table to get the toy back.

“Sorry.” You say grinning, getting some air while you sip from your water bottle.

“Full moon.” He replies. “Helps when the wolf wantsa come out.”

“Does it squeak?” You ask.

“Piss off.” He grumbles.

@h0n3y-l3m0n05

[madlittlecriminal]

MADLITTLECRIMINAL'S MASTERLIST

hello! welcome to my masterlist! this is the new & improved version as I figured the other ones that i had were getting old and frankly long. anywho, i hope you find this one easier to navigate! happy reading! :)

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[andy-15-07]

Sun, Sand, and Love

A true love Masterlist

Pairing: Rudy Pankow x reader x Drew Starkey

Summary: first vacation as a couple.

Masterlist | Outer Banks Masterlist

Drew, Rudy, and Y/n strolled along the sun-kissed beach, their hands intertwined as they relished the feeling of the warm sand beneath their feet. The salty breeze swept through their hair, and the sound of crashing waves filled the air with a soothing melody.

"This is paradise," Drew remarked, his eyes scanning the endless stretch of coastline before them.

Rudy chuckled, wrapping an arm around Y/n's waist. "And we're finally here together."

Y/n smiled, leaning into Rudy's side. "It's even better than I imagined."

As they walked, they passed by colorful beach umbrellas and groups of people playing volleyball or lounging on towels. Drew glanced around, his gaze landing on a secluded spot under a palm tree.

"Hey, what do you say we claim that spot over there?" he suggested, pointing towards the shaded area.

Rudy nodded eagerly. "Sounds perfect."

Y/n grinned, squeezing Rudy's hand. "Lead the way, boys."

They settled down on the soft sand, spreading out a large beach towel beneath them. Drew reached into the cooler they had brought along and pulled out a couple of cold drinks, passing them around.

"Cheers to our first vacation as a couple," Drew said, raising his bottle.

Rudy clinked his bottle against Drew's, a wide smile on his face. "To many more adventures together."

Y/n joined in, toasting with her drink. "And to making unforgettable memories."

They spent the afternoon lounging on the beach, alternating between swimming in the crystal-clear water and soaking up the sun's rays. As the day wore on and the sun began to dip lower in the sky, they decided to take a romantic walk along the shoreline.

"This is so beautiful," Y/n whispered, her fingers laced with Rudy's as they walked hand in hand.

Drew smiled, wrapping his arm around Y/n's shoulders. "Not as beautiful as you."

Y/n blushed, leaning into Drew's side. "Smooth talker."

Rudy chuckled, his gaze softening as he looked at Y/n. "He's not wrong though."

They walked in comfortable silence for a while, content to simply enjoy each other's company and the breathtaking scenery around them. Eventually, they found themselves standing at the water's edge, watching as the sun dipped below the horizon in a blaze of orange and pink hues.

"It's moments like these that make everything worth it," Drew murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Rudy nodded, his gaze never leaving Y/n's face. "Agreed."

Y/n smiled, feeling overwhelmed with happiness as she looked between the two men she loved. "I couldn't ask for anything more."

As darkness fell and the stars began to twinkle overhead, they made their way back to their beach towel, where they settled down to watch the moon rise over the ocean. Wrapped in each other's arms, they talked and laughed late into the night, sharing stories and dreams for the future.

"I never want this moment to end," Y/n whispered, resting her head against Rudy's chest.

Drew pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his heart overflowing with love. "Then let's make the most of it."

And so, they stayed there on the beach, lost in each other's arms, cherishing every precious moment of their first vacation as a couple. For Drew, Rudy, and Y/n, it was a time of love, laughter, and endless possibility—a memory they would carry with them forever.

[sofasoap]

Sofasoap's Call of Duty Fic Rec

Always wanted to make a list of my very subjective CoD fic rec list, and also I promised my good buddy @groguspicklejar ( famous author of Beloved series) a list of fic recs, let me list some of my beautiful mutual's and some amazing writers and artists so they can go binge read.

Edit : I'll keep adding artist/writers on as I go. When my brain cells is functioning.

@saltofmercury -Let's start off with the mother of my Mini MacTavish. The one who made me fell in love and hit the nail in the coffin for CoD fandom.

If you are into König, her " Break-in" series is a must read. check out her Soap fics too :) Masterlist

@floral-force - My bestie! delicious Simon/Ghost fics.

American Hospitality is my favourite. Or honeypot is guarantee making you crave for more :)

Check out their Mando fics too :)

@a-small-writer-in-a-big-world - You want slow burn? check out lovely Bear's "The Roommate Series". Wonderful progression of relationship between Simon and his room mate. Your Friendly Neighbor Soap and Shy reader, OH SO CUTE.

@deadbranch - Spy and Cold war style fics? You are in the right place. The killing moon and Dying sun series. Gut wrenching.

or check out the light hearted None Taken ( personal favourite!), threesome fics? Goth style Reader? Check out their MASTERLIST for full list of goodies.

@brewed-pangolin The president of "Soap Squad" club.

Fireside Whiskey - personal favourite. Soft and thoughtful Soap is just heaven. Kati's page is full of wonderful Soap deliciousness. check it out if you want some Soap fun.

@writeforfandoms  - Jen jen jen jen jen. Multifandom talent. AU Prodigy. But let's focus on the CoD here, Puppy Love - Price and puppy? can't go wrong with that. Born for Greatness and Howlin' For You Shifter!AU is my latest obsession here.

@random-thot-generator - Kris, The princess of Thotland and Thotlandia. Their latest work: A Patient Man - had me all hot and bothered. Sweet sweet Rudy. OH how can you be so sexy.

@jynxmirage, Jynx!!!! the one I blame for falling into Top Gun fandom. but that's not the point :P

Communication is Key - my current obsession :) Soft caring Price, oh give me this Captain price any day...

@as-is-above-so-below  - Oh Gezez, Simon X OC ( Freya ) fic The Captain is utterly brilliant. Angst, suspension, Thirst, smut... you name it, you get it.

@roosterr - my Fellow Nikolai fanatic, check out her "guardian angel"

series, action action action and of course, love story :)

@siilvan - another one of my fellow Nikolai fanatic, Aqua Regia

series , Nikolai the flirt, sexy flirt , complete with smut * smirk *

@homicidal-slvt - How can I forget the spark to my Lastochka series?

and one of my biggest supporter.

Check out their creative CoD Headcanons and full list of CoD works that will guarantee satisfaction.

@nrdmssgs - to round off my Nikolai fanatic club , and also brilliant artist, A heart full of pity series is one of my latest obsession featuring good old Nikolai.

@captainpriceslover - my crack fic inspo buddy ( miss you a lot!!!). the one gifted me ideas of Soap dispensers lol.

aiaigasa (相合傘) - featuring our TF141 sweet boy, Gaz, had my heart melting.

@starstruckmiraclekitty  - You want H/C and scenarios? * falling out of the bag * here is the place to go. :)

@random0lover - you want soft fluffy Soap? Hot Chocolate & Hoodies, you want angsty type of story? Open Wounds and War Paint

you get all with Kat!!!

@lethalchiralium , how can I forget Keri! ( I knew I forgot someone.. argh )

The Happiness series, don’t let the title fool ya (well it does bring you happiness reading such talented writing) this story is like washing machine, throws your emotions all over the place, let you grip onto your chair, wanting more.

@mistydeyes so many awesome stories to choose from! My current favourite is "choose your flowers, carefully" Good old Gaz x reader story, and one of my favourite trope - childhood to lovers 🥺 please go check it out!

Now , Some brilliant artists:

@shkretart - This utterly utterly talented person, Price and Nikolai and Simon, will have your nose bleeding within 0.1 seconds.

@ave661 - out of this world 3Drenders always have my eyes popping out of the socket.

@nrdmssgs - mentioned once, should mention again, beautiful art :)

@wombywoo - TF141 boys in their dress uniform? YES PLEASE.

@namedlunagoddess - another 3Drender goddess. OH CHECK OUT HER Sowa Team fic if you are into Gromsko, its HOT SMUTTY DELICIOUS FIC.

@hffhifjou - You want rugby boys? You get rugby boys :) and football. and all sort of deliciousness :)

I am sorry If I miss out anyone. after 13+ hours at work I am exhausted.

[tmuse-ac]

Forgot to post after I drew it, but I drew it right after the 'Moon tucks Rudi in' scene came out. While this can't physically happen (yet👀?), they needed their boys with them. Cuddled so tightly just to only have the boys' love in their brain. So, in a spin off universe where Sun and Moon are separate, they can be together in this post. I drew this for all of us man.

The Daycare's Janitor universe obviously belongs to the most shining, glimmering diamond known as @salty-rey! This is for you, you beautiful, amazing person. <3

(Sun's rays totally make sense, 100 percent. Don't question them. >:()

[whinesandwhimpers]

rodolfo parra x f!reader headcanons (sfw & nsfw)

SFW

he loves to cook!! esp for u, loves when u praise his cooking and tells him how the meal he made tastes, hes deff cocky about his cooking tho like he knows hes good but hearing u say it!!

honestly u giving him any type of compliment about anything about him not just his cooking skills is like music to his ears

he is a romantic because i said so and we know its true anyway

gives u flowers, not just on the first date

kisses ur forehead, wrist, palm, everywhere, every fucking inch of u

big on physical touch with u

actually listens to what u tell him!! and remembers!! remembers what u like, dislike, if u have been wanting something for a while he'll surprise u with it before u can get it urself

breakfast in bed providing typa guy, doesnt even have to be a special day

a perfect fucking gentlemen. boundaries? respected. hand? held. home? safely. (hotel trivago)

if a bad guy kidnaps/hurts u, he is seeing red and the bad guy is not walking outta there alive, might even torture him a lil if rudys got time?? no one hurts his girl

will absolutely teach u spanish if u dont know it, gets so happy once u start understanding whatever he says in spanish to/around u, when u respond in spanish hes beaming :)

if hes jealous of someone talking/flirting to u he'll silently watch, knowing u can handle it/trusting u, until he spots any discomfort coming from u then hes coming over, putting an arm around ur waist, making it known to this person that ur his and they have zero fucking chance with u

when he proposes, he gets Alejandro's help, makes it perfect, pulls together all your fav things, fav flowers, fav drinks, fav food - its a priv dinner, not at some fancy restaurant, because he wants it to be personal - fav ring, he either already knows what u wanted or he got Alejandro to pretend he needed ur opinions and outright asked u which one ur fav is before he reported that info back to rudy

NSFW

hes not vanilla because i said so

he'd deff be down to try whatever u wanna try, he'd make sure ur never in pain or discomfort tho

switch

soft dom, wouldnt want to see u in pain or degrade u, ur his whole fucking life, his heart, his sun and moon, he is cherishing u and worshipping the ground u walk on

"look at you, mi amor, taking me so well"

"have i told you how beautiful you look lately?" he asks, his hand on your cheek.

you giggle, smiling softly at him and leaning into his hand, "you tell me at least once a day, my love."

"hm, not nearly enough then, hermosa." he replies, leaning in to kiss you.

orgasm denial tho if ur bratty, asking "are you gonna be a good girl for me, amor?"

...or edging until ur a pathetic blubbering mess pleading with him that u will be good and to let u cum - rare tho because ur normally such a good girl for ur sweet rudy and he hates seeing u cry no matter the situation - afterwards he's taking care of u, kissing any tears off ur face, spooning u

unintentionally leaves bruises on ur hips from gripping u too tightly, he just gets carried away with how good it feels holding on and thrusting into u :(

kisses any bruises the next morning, mumbling apologies between each kiss

likes leaving hickeys on u tho and spotting them later peaking over ur shirt, or the fully obvious ones that everyone can see, loves knowing everyone knows ur taken, ur his

his fav positions are ones where he can see ur face, ur eyes, kiss ur lips, its not just fucking to him, its intimacy, its special, its love

likes cockwarming because it means he gets to be physically close with u, u cradled against him, ur arms wrapped around him - while he's working, he has a strong will so if u shift a lil on his cock he wont let it bother him, "stay still, amor, im not finished with this paperwork", but it will bother u and when u get impatient and needy and start begging in his ear he'll take a break from his work to make u cum

hes the wide eyed, pouty, pathetic, whimpering and begging type mess of a sub, he just wants u so badly :( wants to please u, wants to cum in u :(

if u haven't cum before him he'll beg u to let him help u

if hes tied up he will be pulling at those bonds trying to get free just to touch u

if u tell him "no touching" he'll try so hard to be good but then his will snaps at a particular noise u make or how u work urself on his cock and he WILL desperately beg u whining out a "por favor, i want to touch you, mi vida"

his fucking wide doe eyes looking up at u (i cant-), if ur strong enough to resist that look good 4 u

dom or sub his focus is on u and making u feel good

king of aftercare ofc, hes bringing u some water, cleaning u up, cuddling u, etc, whatever! u! need! after the first few times hes got u figured out and doesnt even need to ask anymore

[saltofmercury]

Masterlist

ALL König x reader one shots (in order of first meet to current situationship)

"Late Nights" : Your first encounter with König, a meet-cute

"Just a little patience" : Your first date with König.

"For You" : You invite König to your holiday party.

"I Missed You" : König comes back from a 3 month trip.

"The Break In" : Someone enters König's house at night.

"The Intruder" : Someone breaks into König's house after he's returned from a mission.

"The Intruder part ii" : The aftermath of the break-in

"Pillow Talk" : König and you stay up

"Games" : You act on your situationship with König

Games part ii : The aftermath of games

"Moon": small König blurb where he thinks about you

"Notes": König keeps a list of funny things

"Garden": König shows you his hobby

Enough: König smut

Shower: What showering would be like

Chocolate crepes: König makes you dessert

Moments: König returns from a mission

Reunion: You meet König's family

Cinnamon: More König smut

Birthday surprise: König misses your birthday

John "Soap" MacTavish

Touch : Soap is touch starved

Perception: Soap likes loves brown eyes.

Secrets: Soap chooses between his job and you

Secrets part ii: Soap & you breakup

John Price (ew)

"Realistic": Price is realistic about his relationship

"Realistic" part ii: Price POV early relationship

Requests (no particular order)

"Errands": Alejandro x f!reader

"The Favorite MacTavish" : König x f!reader ft. Soap + Ghost

"Mine": Someone finds your picture that König left with

"Cold" : KorTac Mission with König + Horangi

"We": König finds comfort with you.

"Life": domesticity with König

"Friends": König meets your friends.

"Collapse" : you faint + König helps you

"Home": You come home tipsy to König's house

"Canasta": Playing cards with 141 + Horangi + König

"Friendship": You break your friendship with konig.*

"First date": Gaz asks you out.

König takes care of you when you're sick.

König eats you out for the first time.

Alejandro reassures you

Rudy Headcannons

Soap smut

[bubuslutty]

hc: witch!reader x 141 (+ Ale, Rudy, König, Horangi) as monsters

A monster's high

word count: 1.5k

tags: they/them pronouns, poc friendly, 3rd person pov, proof read by me so sorry for any mistakes, nsfw, fluff

warnings: a bit of body horror

a/n: i initially meant for this to be fluffy but uhhh I guess I'm a whore 🥰 enjoy either way!!! 💙 pls if u wanna see anything pls let me know, cuz I just want more excuses to talk abt monster cod mw2 guys!!

Soap (werewolf):

Johnny has a habit of scenting his witch when they have to go somewhere without him, and he claims it's to keep them safe from other monsters. but does he really need to rub his face all over their tummy and ass??

Johnny's witch takes care of him during his ruts by brewing him teas for his stomach aches. and provides him with their worn clothes so he can have familiar and comforting scents around him when he's rutting.

Soap also likes to hang out with his witch during nights on a full moon, so he can turn and run in the forest. and sometimes they even play catch with him, by throwing a stick and he runs after it, getting it for her, for pets and praises, tail wagging and all.

Ghost (symbiote):

Simon Riley is pretty cool, kind and pleasant to hang out with, Ghost on the other hand is dark in a weirdly attractive way (monster fucker alert). Ghost doesn't really have a form, they're just a mass of black matter that merges and melts into Simon's pores, but also has a voice of its own.

Reader has gotten used to Ghost jumping in on conversations when they're talking with Simon. And has even gotten used to Ghost threathening (flirting) to eat them (??). While Simon always apologises about Ghost, reader hasn't figured out if Ghost wants to eat them literally or sexually.

Reader has also gotten used to walking around Simon's place and being suddenly pulled into a dark corner by a cold tentacle attached to Simon's symbiote. Then asked in a very ominous voice "Can you get orange juice from the corner store? Simon can't, too tired."

Reader shrugs and nods, "Okay." while being held up in the air by dark matter.

"Thank you." Ghost whispers, their voice raising all the hairs in reader's body.

Price (Dragon hybrid):

he can breathe fire, but doesn't allow himself to so he satiates the urge with cigars. Breathing fire is a hazard and can put others around him in danger, and he can accidentally destroy his belongings by allowing the tickle of a flame leave his throat.

But sometimes he slips up, for example when he's balls deep in reader (don't ask me how we got here). They were curious about what it'd be like fucking a dragon hybrid and how can Price say no to those pretty eyes?

It happens when he's about to orgasm, and he feels fire tickle his throat, and when he can't swallow the urge back, he throws his head back and let's out fire escape his lips, blowing it upward so it doesn't catch on anything.

And then when reader realises what he just did, he gets shy about it. Usually he doesn't spit fire when he fucks someone, but reader doesn't need to know that.

Gaz (Crow harpy hybrid):

first of all, Gaz has the prettiest, softest feathers. They're black but Show different colours when lights hit them in different angles. And reader spends a lot of time just admiring them and caressing them while he plays his favourite video game.

And when they accidentally press on the feathers a bit too hard, he jumps and grabs their wrist, "Don't do that again, please."

"Did I hurt you? I'm sorry." Reader apologises

"You didn't, they're just a bit sensitive… That's all." Gaz mumbles and they nod, resuming caressing his feathers in the gentlest way possible as Gaz resumes his game and tries to ignore the tingle at the base of his spine, making him shudder and heat up.

Horangi (Tiger shifter):

at first he scared reader because when they first met him, he was in his tiger form napping in the living room when reader walked in, completely clueless with a bunch of ingredients for a potion in their arms, "I got the-"

They used all of their strenght not to drop everything in their arms because the ingredients are expensive while they stood, facing a sleeping tiger, taking up the whole couch.

The tiger quickly noticed their presence and woke up, lazily blinking and letting out a big yawn, revealing a sharp set of teeth and reader readied themselves to cast a spell if the tiger was to ever attack or try anything.

The tiger kept staring at reader until they got bored and stood up on the couch, and shifted just like that, fur flipped into pink soft skin and bones reshaping themselves in real time.

And so reader was face to face with a naked man in the middle of Soap's living room.

König (eldritch):

König wears a huge diy'ed mask on his head, covering red and black smooth salty skin and tentacles. Sometimes he lets them hang outside the mask, poking and prodding this and that when he's comfortable, but most of the time they're hidden, out of sight.

Reader has yet to figure out where all of his tentacles come from, they know they come from his head, from the area that would be considered his chin and jaw if he had one, like a beard that has a mind of its own.

They've seen peeks of König shirtless a couple of times, but couldn't see any extra limbs or tentacles coming out of his skin, so how earth does he manages to wrap them in huge long tentacles? Where do they come from??

They've asked König of course, but all he did was smile, his eyes shaping half moons, patt their head and walked off without a word.

Alejandro (werewolf):

The only other werewolf in the bunch apart from Johnny. This man has also an obsession with scenting reader after Johnny scented them just to get a rise out of him.

He's territorial of course, very protective and loves to bite and nip at reader when they let him. Be it their hips, waist, tummy or ass, he'll happily sink his teeth in any part of their body as long as they let him.

He's also allergic to wearing clothes when the sun shines, if Alejandro senses that summer is very near, he'll strip to his boxers and hang around in all of his tan and hairy glory.

And reader is only human, when they see him like that, their heart skips a beat and they quickly leave the room Alejandro or otherwise he'll somehow smell them getting aroused.

And Alejandro doesn't even need to smell their arousal to know they're affected, because he can hear their thumping heart when he focuses his hearing.

They also try to avoid him when they've had their back blown by a local resident monster (only Soap's pack tho, no one else or they'll (141 & Co.) have a mental breakdown lmao) because he can smell the cum plugged inside them. and even when they've showered, washed away all traces of sex, he still can smell it underneath all the soap, lotion and body mist. And when he does smell it, he corners them and bullies them into telling him how it went down while they whine and beg him to let them go (they actually love it dw guys, ale would let them go as soon as they express real discomfort)

Rudy (human):

The second human in the pack after reader. While reader is a witch and in tune with the spiritual and supernatural world, Rudy can't feel shit. like nothing at all. everyone might be on edge because they can smell someone's heat and he'd be sitting there absolutely oblivious, at least reader is knowledgeable enough to know the signs of a heat or rut without smelling it.

Reader might be reluctant to go somewhere because they feel like the vibes are off, or the place is cursed and haunted, and Rudy would shrug and go in to retrieve whatever must be retrieved.

Rudy could be checking himself out in a mirror while a spirit would be looking right back at him and reader is just standing there, uncomfortable while he hums and fixes his hair and the spirit is highly confused because how the fuck isn't he being seen by the dumb very handsome human?

He's the type of guy who'd brush off any attempt at scaring him or cursing him without a second thought, a witch would try to curse him by planting a little pouch under his door matt and Rudy would absolutely have no idea and would never step on the matt at his doorstep because his legs are long and he never needed to step on it in the first place, he even has another one inside his house as well, it's just there to look nice really, so the curse never took effect in the first place until reader shows up and hisses in disgust, immediately finding the pouch for Rudy and throwing it away.

Even when a demon is actively trying to cause him nightmares, Rudy doesn't even notice because every night our boy passes out on werewolf knot, brain melted out of his ears, he barely has the energy to open one eye so it's impossible for his brain to conjure up dreams or be active enough so the demon can plant nightmares into his head.

I imagine Rudy getting his organs rearranged in the nastiest way possible while the invisible demon is just standing there like 🧍‍♀️😐 waiting for Rudy and the werewolf, who is probably Ale to be done so he can give him nightmares.

He's our unbothered King and I love him very much.

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[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

"I'm waiting for your permission to let me have my way with you." For Astarion?

Send asks using this prompt

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Vampire Spawn!Tav x Astarion's first time

"I'm waiting for your permission to let me have my way with you."

A single quiet night, full moon high with the stars dazzling like diamond, there he stands as beautiful as Selûne's tears. You could write as many poems, songs, a library even but none will capture his beauty. His eyes wander your body making you feel like the most desired creature in this whole realm.

"I gave you permission." You say with no ability to match his seductive skills. "If you still want me." Nervous as his eyes go back to your face.

"You are the only one I ever want." He walks towards you, "But I would like it if you told me again that you want this." His hands on your face holding it as if you are made of the finest glass.

"I…" Getting lost in those rudy eyes, there you see yourself. "Please, have me." In his eyes you pray he sees you as beautiful as you see him. To be blessed to have his touch upon you, his eyes on you, his fangs on your neck.

"Thank you." Gentle like breeze passing through causing the trees' leaves to rustle. "You are so beautiful." Kissing your cheek as his hands slide down your shoulders to your arms, you gasp as his lips kiss the sensitive spot of where your vampiric mark is. You cursed those two marks as the one who sired you marked you as both his spawn and stole your mortality.

Yet, Astarion makes the memories suddenly disappear when he kisses that spot with care. You grab his waist in nervousness when his fangs graze the spot, your nails digging into the pale skin of the elf.

"Scared?" He stops to examine your face, concern on his face.

"Sorry," Taking a deep breath, "Sorry, heh, guess you overwhelm me easily." Looking at him with a smile that doesn't reach your eyes.

"Let's take this slowly."

"No, no, I can handle this!" Panicking as you fear you ruined the mood for him.

"We can take this slow," His hands holding your face as his forehead touches yours, "Slow as you need." Kissing your lips softly.

You glance away then nod, "Thank you, Astarion." Copying his touch on his face, "Show me. Show me how to touch you too."

[disneytva]

Steve Loter Twitter AMA Brings How To Get Season 3, Becoming Serialized And Hopes For Season 4

This week Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur showrunner and executive producer Steve Loter had a AMA these past few days about what to expect on MOON GIRL AND DEVIL DINOSAUR Season 2

-Season 2 is 24 episodes long

-Season 2 is more serialized than Season 1

-Season 2 will be split in two parts

-Steve Loter would like to end the show on Season 3 to tell whole story as a tree-act film.

-Steve Loter would love to a Season 4 if given the opportunity from Marvel & Disney

-Molecule Man is the main antagonist of Season 2

-Besides the premiere Molecule Man will appear on multiple episodes of Season 2.

-Kid Kree will appear on multiple episodes of Season 2

-Devil Girl will appear on Season 2B

-Rockin' Rudy will NEVER be captured

-Eduardo X Lunella shippers are NOT ready for Season 2.

[icarustypicalfall]

Amor Maldectuim

Rodolfo Parra x fem reader

MASTERLIST • AO3

summary: And if you go, who'd else would I tell the myth of existence?

Warm gazes and stories spilled under the moonlight.

Note: This fic means a lot to me, I've been waiting to post it on a full moon, which is tonight. Look closer, and you might see the woman, she is teary, but she'll smile at you, and gift you some of her stones if you tell her about your loved one. <3

"I'd be the last shred of truth in the lost myth of true love"

His hands weave a tale of unspoken promises, as they delicately embrace yours, perfectly fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. The warmth of his coat envelops your shoulders, a comforting shield against the chilly air. You protest, wanting him to keep the fuzzy material for himself, but he refuses, his gaze a blend of sternness and adoration. He kisses you again, stubbornly draping the coat around your form.

You sigh, your voice barely above a whisper, "You'll get sick..."

He grins, shrugging playfully with a cheeky smile. "I don't care, my love. You'll take care of me, won't you?"

His eyes, a mesmerizing shade of cedar, never waver from your gaze. He smiles, drawing you closer to him with a gentle pull.

Rudy never fails to amaze you. He's not one to boast, believing that actions speak louder than words. And indeed, he showers you with his radiant love and tender kisses.

You rest your head on his shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of his musky cologne, a blend of vanilla and cinnamon that feels like home.

Although you're not originally from Las Almas, the city has become your home, thanks to Rudy. He's not just captured your heart, but your mind and soul as well. In his arms, you've found the missing piece of your heart that completes you.

Rudy's hand trails up your arm, his touch leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake until his palm finds its place on your shoulder, gradually inching upwards to cup your chin. He tilts your head, his thumb gently caressing your lips, as if he's committing the softness of your touch to memory. He takes in your face, as though he's memorizing every freckle and lash, one by one. His gaze is filled with a mix of admiration and awe as his other hand glides down your cheeks and jawline. Leaning closer, his warm breath tickles your lips like a precious elixir, breathing life into you both. Immortals, that's what you became. You were drunk from the potion of love and now remained waisted on what is left.

Rudy whispers, his eyes locked with yours. "The moon..."

"It's beautiful?" you ask, your gaze turning towards the radiant hole of light.

He grins, shaking his head. "It is, mi vida. But I meant, what does it look like to you?"

You gaze up again, torn between your own musings and his thoughts. His lips form a gentle crescent, not as round as the moon above, but just as beautiful and magical. A sight that holds a similar magnificence and worth.

You sighed, leaning closer and resting your head on his shoulder. Rudy instantly pulls you in, his warm embrace serving as a shield against any worries.

Your eyes never leave the luminous surface, and his eyes never leave you.

After a moment of reflection, you finally speak. "It's... pretty. It reminds me of you. Calm, beautiful, sometimes distant and ever-changing, but always there, watching over me."

Rudy coos, a faint blush warming his cheeks as he cups your face, letting his lips meet your forehead for a tender moment. You close your eyes, savoring the blissful connection. You don't need sight to understand the depth of his love for you.

His affection never ceased, nor vanished. So why it should take from a blind man to hold your hand and ask can't you see?

Rudy has always been more than enough.

He pulls away, his whisper against the skin of your neck soothing the goosebumps that rose on your flesh. "When I was young, my abuelita and I used to sit outside the house on warm summer nights. She loved me dearly and always took care of me. I remember one night she told me that the moon is a woman. She pointed at it and said, 'There are her eyes and lips, she is a weeping woman, a beautiful weeping woman, hijo.'

For years, after she passed away, I would stare at the moon, trying to see it as she did. But ever since I met you, it's as if my eyes have finally understood."

He utters, a warm smile gracing his lips as the tears that fell earlier now serve as silent prayers for love, a vow. Your thumb brushes away the pearls of emotion, and he chuckles.

"Does this mean you're happy, Rudy?" you ask, your eyes meeting his once more.

A hint of autumn lingers within his gaze, mingling with memories of seasons long past, creating a captivating blend of cinnamon and damp earth, infused with unwavering devotion.

They say that each person's eyes hold a unique universe, with only two moons orbiting within, wrapped in the void of one's soul. You never truly believed that until your gaze met Rudy's eyes, captivated by the beauty reflected in them.

He shifts, inhaling the fragrance of musky flowers carried by the gentle breeze. It seeps into your skin and whispers ancient promises of lovers from centuries past. Rudy whispers again, his words soft and sleepy, as if he's on the verge of drifting off. "Yes.. I am happy, mi amor... more than you could ever imagine."

kindly like and rebelog, it motivates us to write more <3

[buterccup]

"O sol e a lua."

Summary: You've been talking to Alejandro, Rudy and the rest of 141 recently about your 'small' crush on a certain skull balaclava-wearing lieutenant and they (mostly Alejandro) decide to help you talk to the stoic man.

Warnings: Fluff, Mistakes and possibly ooc, my bad Spanish, intrusive thoughts (only for a bit)

Character(s): Simon "Ghost" Riley x Gn!reader

Song: o sol e a lua - pequeno cidadão

Codename: Seraph (May change suddenly because I have no good ideas)

You never thought that you would feel this way for someone you usually never talked to. Even since you first joined task force 141 you always felt nervous around your Lieutenant. Maybe it was because of his mask and how it covered his face from showing you whatever he was thinking, or maybe it was because of his anti-social nature and always staying in the shadows.

You only ever spoke to him if needed to. But recently you both have been talking more and now with all of this drama with Hassan and now this sudden betrayal from Shepard and Graves you noticed you see your Lieutenant as more than a friend. But you hardly ever got the courage to tell him anything about it.

Until today.

You've started to talk about your feelings for a certain skull mask-wearing Lieutenant to the rest of 141 along with Alejandro and Rudy. Each member of 141 tried to get you to talk to Ghost about your feelings but it always ends up failing. Now it was Alejandro's turn, and if he was completely honest he cringed at the sad excuse of plans the task force made up.

"Vamos amigo now's your chance." Alejandro's voice would encourage you as you stood at the opposite side of the room of the safehouse from Ghost.

"I don't know..." you muttered as you look over to him, your lips tugging down into a frown. What if he laughs at you? What if he doesn't want to talk to you again? What if he only talked to you because he felt bad for your ass?

"If you don't do it now ¿cuándo lo harás?" Alejandro's voice grabs your attention, his hands on your shoulders as he talked to you. His voice was soft as he looked into your eyes. He was right, this might be the only time you will get to talk to him about this.

To think this was making your knees feel weak considering your job...

"Okay, I'll do it." taking in a deep breath and puffed up your chest as you felt a hard slam on your back from Alejandro.

"You can do it, sol!" he would cheer you on once again, the little nickname making you smile as you slowly made your way to Ghost. This little scene grabbing the attention of Soap, Price, Rudy and Gaz.

"proyecto lua"

"Is it happen-"

"SHH"

here we go!...

"Ghost!" your voice would call out to the tall man making him look over at your shorter form, a bright smile on your face but your eyes said something different.

"Seraph." The man would reply with a small smile tugging on his lips from under his mask.

"I want to tell you something." you could feel your heart pound in your chest but also feel like you were going to throw up at the moment, "Do tell." Ghost would say as you took in deep breath to calm down your nerves.

"you remind me of the moon" you quickly reply, a laugh leaving you once you finished your sentence, leaving a curious Ghost to guess why you thought so. "Really?"

This is when you started to feel you hands get clammy and the butterflies in your stomach, you are doing so well you can do it!

Meanwhile, Alejandro and the rest of 141 were watching intently, encouraging you on in their own ways. Soap and Gaz were making hand gestures not being able to wait any longer while Alejandro was smiling. Proud he got you this far while Rudy cheered you on quietly as Price nodded his head like a proud dad and tried to get the boys to leave with him.

"Yup! I find the moon amazing, I love it, plus I like how mysterious it is...that is why..." you could feel your hands start to shake as you looked up into Ghost's eyes, beautiful dark brown, "You remind me of the moon..."

And in return, you received a grunt from Ghost.

"I like you too, sun."

Requests: Open

[the-cult-of-riley]

Sleeping With Ghosts (Act Two: Chapter One)

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Female OC

[[Masterlist]]

A/N:

Double update again!

It has begun >:)

Placebo - This Is What You Wanted

Hey, hey, hey There's no need to panic This is just how it is Your pulse is fast and frantic And it feels like you'll explode

This is what you wanted This is here and now This is what you came for But you leave disappointed Cracked skin and furrowed brow

Hey, hey, hey This is what you wanted This is why you came This is what you asked for Yes, I heard you beg

And you came And you broke it, threw it Out of the room Flushed it, down the toilet Even though it was your precious, the last thing to call your own

Hey, hey, hey This is what you wanted And you got it Now you hate it 'Cause it's a disappointment

Your expectations were way too fucking high Now you're angry Frustrated You've created your own special hell

Where it's arctic And it's barren And it's silent And it's white Your own prison cell

Hey, hey, hey There's no need to panic

It was dark outside, the air starting to get a little cold as he stood outside the barracks and the moon hung heavy in the sky, casting the car park in an eerie glow. Anxiety ran rampant inside of him as he stood there as if he was waiting for his execution. He'd spent the time beating the shit out of Soap, admittedly going a little harder on him than he should. The Scot took it like a champ, no doubt telling himself some bullshit about ‘that's what best mates are for’. Either way, Ghost appreciated the distraction, but now it was time. Price had texted to let them know he was a few minutes away. Texted Johnny , not him. Maybe he thought Ghost would bolt if he got the text, part of him was fighting the fucking urge. 

He could hear his heartbeat in his ears and he shifted where he stood, crossing his broad arms over his chest as if to protect himself for what was coming. The feelings only got worse when he saw Price’s car pull in. He didn't really want an audience for this but had Johnny on his left side. Ale, Rudy and Gaz were also there, albeit loitering a little further away, closer to the door to the barracks. They'd all been excited to meet the ever elusive Mrs Riley they only just found out existed. Only made worse when Johnny told them a Mini Riley would be in tow too. 

Price was the first to get out of the car and nausea swept through Ghost’s entire being, heat prickling at him uncomfortably. 

“Should you not take off the mask, hermano? You might scare the little one,” Ale asked warily from his spot near the door and Ghost’s head whipped over to him, eyes slightly wide through the mask. Of course it would scare her, he looked like a fucking menace. Why didn't he think of that? He was already failing at being a good father. 

But then images of his scarred face flashed through his head and the idea of scaring her with his actual face and not his mask cut through him like a hot knife through butter. 

“Mask stays on,” he bit out, and he could feel Johnny’s eyes burning holes into him.

“LT…” he started and he knew the Sergeant knew why he wanted to keep the mask on and he didn’t want to hear it.

“Don’t ,” he warned dangerously, dark eyes boring into the man next to him who wore a frown. Before Soap could argue more, the sound of a car door made Ghost look back over to the car. 

Charlotte climbed out and suddenly he couldn't breathe anymore. An ache started deep in his chest and climbed into every crevice of his body. Fuckin’ hell, he'd missed her. Missed her so much he could feel it all the way down to his fucking bones. He could hear blood rushing in his ears as he watched her carefully, emotion clogging his throat with a lump he couldn't get rid of. He tried to clear it but the noise sounded more like a pitiful whimper as he fought the urge to break down in front of everyone. 

The noise didn't escape the man who was still glued to his side though and he felt Johnny's hand on his back. He bit back the snarky comment that wanted to leave his lips because he was sure it was Johnny's hand that was keeping him from collapsing in a heap on the floor. His arms fell to his sides, fists clenching and unclenching as he resisted the urge to run over there and touch her. To grab her face and kiss her senseless. To hold her close and never let her go again. 

‘She’s pretty upset, I don’t know what the fuck you were expectin’. She’s taken it pretty badly that you left her willingly.’

No, she wouldn't appreciate that, not without him trying to explain and smoothing things over. Not only had he chosen to leave her, but he did so knowing she would be completely on her own, that it hadn't just been him she'd lost that day. 

He’d broken the vow he’d made to himself and to her, that she would never have to feel alone again. It was so fucking selfish of him, even if at the time he told himself it was to protect her. And it was. After what happened to his family, he couldn't risk that happening to her too. But he knew deep down he'd ran off out of fear, out of selfishness, and now he was about to face his reckoning. 

His dark eyes stayed glued to his wife as she leaned into the car before helping a small child out. He blinked dumbly as he watched on. She was fucking tiny, her blonde curls a little unruly like she'd slept in the car. She was wearing leggings, boots and a fur coat that just swamped her tiny frame. She clung to a stuffed bunny in her hands as she glanced up at his Captain and said something with a smile on her face. Fuckin’ hell.  

He could see himself in her and he wasn't sure what to think about it, but then her dark eyes turned to him and they widened like saucers as she stared at him. He remembered Alejandro's words about the mask and his breathing hitched. The idea of scaring his own child cut something deep inside of him, but then the tiny mirror of himself dropped her stuffed bunny and started running at him, not away.

“Daddy!” She yelled excitedly, with so much reverence he knew he didn't fucking deserve after what he'd done. 

She was like a tiny whirlwind as she barrelled at him and another pitiful noise escaped him as he fell to his knees with a heavy thud, just in time for her to fling herself at him, trying to wrap her small arms around his neck. Instinct took over as his broad arms encircled her, a sob stuck in his throat as he lifted her into his arms, holding her as close as possible. She smelt like chocolate and strawberries and something broke deep within him. 

She squeezed him impossibly tight for as small as she was, repeating the word ‘daddy’ over and over. But her excitement gave way to a more watery tone then that would have hurt less if she'd shivved him. She moved her head away to look at him and the tears trailing down her cheeks made him feel sick. What had he done?

“Daddy… I-I missed you,” she cried softly, the innocence of her statement ricocheting like a bullet. How could she miss something that she never even had? But she had missed him. The absence of him, the absence of a father, it had left a gaping hole in her fucking life. 

He kept hold of her as he fought the urge to rip his fucking mask off. He couldn't breathe and the girl deserved to see him and not Ghost yet he couldn’t bring himself to do it, couldn't bring himself to reveal his awful face to her and scare her away. He was a coward. He barely registered as his tears fell under his mask, tumbling down his face as he struggled to breathe. He squeezed his eyes shut, pressing a kiss to her forehead through the mask as his whole body trembled with her in his arms. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m so sorry,” he lamented brokenly, moving to cradle her head with his large hand. She moved closer then, burying her face in the crook of his neck as he held her impossibly close.

“I’m here, love. I’m not goin’ anywhere, alright?” he murmured to her, his hand stroking silky soft curls. She nodded into his neck, sniffling as her tears started to ease off but the pain in his chest didn't lessen. He suddenly became painfully aware of where he was and that he was being watched. 

He moved to stand and Beth clung to him so tight, he might have thought she wanted to strangle him. It pained him that she was acting like he might float away and vanish again if she let him go. He held her tight as he got to his feet, nuzzling her hair as he continued to stroke it, wanting to ease her worries. 

He heard a sniffle from beside him and glanced over, seeing Johnny wiping his eyes quickly as he looked away. He might have had a few choice words for the man if he wasn't crying like a mard arse too. 

He noticed Price then, closer than he remembered as he walked over with a sympathetic look on his face and Ghost’s eyes darted to Charlotte. She’d stopped a few feet away, her face stained with tears and her eyes red rimmed, but what hurt the most was the fact she was point blank refusing to look at him. 

Shame and guilt burrowed their way inside of him so deeply, he wasn't sure he’d ever be able to get rid of it. His eyes caught her rings still on her finger as she wiped at her face and he felt winded that she still wore them, even after all this time. He still had his own wedding band, dangling off the chain with his new dog tags as Ghost. 

“Lottie…” he choked out, the lump in his throat expanding with each passing second as he took a step towards her.

“Don’t!” she hissed out, her eyes finally snapping to him and making him stay stock still. Part of him wished she was still avoiding looking at him because the pure loathing and betrayal in her eyes hurt far worse than her ignorance. A fractured sob bubbled from his lips that he couldn't contain and he felt his little girl raise her head from where she’d been hiding in his neck, looking at him warily and then at her upset mum. 

“Hey, sweetheart. Why don't I show you and Mr Snuffles to your room, eh? Bet he’s tired after that trip,” Price smiled up at her, wanting to get her out of the tense situation so the adults could talk. He had the well worn bunny in his hand that he'd picked up from the floor where she’d dropped it. Beth blinked at him for a long moment before nodding with a tentative smile.

“Okay,” she murmured and Ghost crouched to set her on her feet. A part of him didn't want to let her go at all but she didn't need to witness all this. Didn't need to see how he’d hurt her mummy so much. 

As her feet touched the floor, he was stopped from standing upright as her tiny hands grabbed either side of his face. He was helpless, the only thing he was able to do was look at her. His dark eyes flit over her face, memorising every little detail on her pretty little face. Despite her earlier tears, she gave him a smile that cracked his ribs right open and let his insides spill over. 

She leaned in, giving him a little kiss on the cheek of his mask before moving over to Price and taking his outstretched hand. He stayed crouched on the floor for a moment, his cheek burning where she’d placed a kiss he didn't deserve. His head was a mess, a muddle of thoughts and feelings he couldn't quite grasp. 

He’d hoped the others would have taken the hint and fucked off to give him some privacy but they hadn’t, although Johnny had the decency to move over to the others nearer the door. He wondered if they couldn’t help watching this unfold like a fucking train wreck. 

He stood slowly, eyes glued onto Charlotte as she stood there once again not looking at him.

“Charlotte… I’m so sorry-” he started, voice as raw as his insides felt, but he was quickly interrupted.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” she seethed. 

He’d never seen her so upset before and that was saying something because he knew he could be a right bastard at times, he was a Riley after all. But this was different. It wasn't just anger, it was pure unfiltered pain. Such deep betrayal that he felt it himself. She wasn't just mad at him, she was hurt and that broke his dead black heart into pieces. He’d done that. 

“Five years… It’s been five fucking years and you’ve got the cheek to say you’re sorry?!” she asked viciously. Her pretty blue eyes were wide, incredulous at his audacity as he just stood there and listened. He’d take every verbal lashing she’d give him and gladly wear the scars from them. He deserved worse. 

Despite him wanting to give her silence to let her get it all off her chest, his silence seemed to enrage her more as she took a step towards him with such fire in her eyes, he was sure she was about to hit him.

“I grieved for you! For five years I carried around the grief of losing you like a lead fucking weight around my heart! And you've been here ?! You’ve been fine this whole time and you never once thought you should let your fucking wife know you’re alive?!” she bellowed, her voice cracking at the end as it wavered. 

The tears fell in rivulets down her face and Ghost’s hands itched at his sides to wipe them away. He never wanted to see tears on her face, ever. His own tears were still coming hot and fast down his face, not that you could see them, but he had no shame anymore, how could he? He didn't care about the audience he had, nothing mattered but her. 

“Love-” he started brokenly but he got cut off again. 

“How could you do that to me?! How could you allow someone to come to our home and tell me you were dead?! Do you know how broken I was when they handed me your fucking tags and told me you were dead?! That you were all dead?!” she asked, her voice bordering on hysterical with her rage and pain. He scrunched his face up, his brain supplying made-up images as he imagined just how devastated she was. He knew if the roles had been reversed it would have killed him. He knew nothing he said would be enough to soothe the pain he’d caused her.

“I did it to protect you, love,” he whispered, voice low and pained as he blinked through his tears at her. 

“Really?! Go fuck yourself!” she scoffed incredulously and he frowned as he shook his head. She wouldn't allow him to explain further though.

“I know you were going through a lot, I do, but to make me think you were dead ? I get wanting the enemy to think you were dead, but me? Your own fucking wife? You couldn't have just told me you needed to go underground for a bit? Or even at least tell me you were fucking off and wouldn’t see me again but you were fine?!” she asked, the anger leaving her voice as it wobbled and her tears fell harder. He stepped towards her again on instinct and she took a step back, taking pieces of his heart with her.

“I’m sorry,” he lamented quietly. 

What else could he say? He could tell she wasn't ready yet to hear him out, not that he had a good enough excuse as to why he hurt her this way other than the fact he was a selfish bastard and terrified. Grieving and scared. But it was too soon. She’d not long found out about his lie and she needed to process it. She needed to let her pain and anger out. 

“Do you know how I found out I was pregnant?” she asked. The dead and apathetic tone that took over her voice was eerie, as if all emotion had suddenly left her and it made Ghost seize up. It felt like ice creeping down his spine and wrapping around his limbs like vines. Something in her tone told him that no, he didn't want to know how she found out. Something in that cold tone told him she hadn't found out by simply popping to the corner shop for a test after a missed period and pissing on a stick. She didn't care for his response though as she continued. 

“I lost everything . I lost Beth, Tommy, Joseph, Anne… you . I lost everyone I ever had, my family. I had no one left, I had nothing left to live for,” her cold tone made way to a sadness that sent a fierce ache into his chest and he didn't like where this was going.

“I tried to kill myself,” she said it so simply, blinking with an unseeing gaze upon him and he stumbled back like he’d been shot with a fucking shotgun right in his chest. It fucking felt like he had. He was suddenly transported back to 2006.

“You ever wonder what the point is?” she asked after a long moment. He was taking his sweet time tying the bandana off, wanting to prolong the contact he had with her. 

“The point of what?” he asked curiously, eyes flitting to her morose face.

“Living. What's the point in everything, why are we here? What's the point ?” she asked with a frown and he felt something tugging deep in his chest.

“Should I be worried you're gonna fling yourself off a roof, love?” he asked warily, finishing tying the knot in the bandana. His hands left her skin then but he stayed facing her. She heaved a sigh that even he could feel the heaviness to as he watched her carefully.

“I’m not gonna kill myself. I just… everything's miserable, you know? I came out of the womb with the umbilical cord wrapped around my neck. Almost died. Mum always told me it would have been better if I would have. Maybe that was a sign,” she muttered and the words made a deep ache pinch inside of him. She said it so matter of factly and a frown etched onto his face. 

“That's pretty grim,” he remarked, unsure of what to say. He wanted to comfort her but he had a feeling she didn't want comforting. She laughed then and it startled him. A genuine laugh that felt like bells chiming all around him and making his inside feel like they were about to turn into outsides. She smiled up at him and he suddenly felt unable to breathe. Fuckin’ hell. 

He was brought out of his memories by her voice once more.

“Sat in the bath and slit my wrists, ‘cause what was the point in going on? I didn't even have anyone to write a suicide note to, how sad is that?” she asked, a heartbroken look spreading on her features that had no right in being there. He felt sick, felt his breakfast climbing its way back up his throat, wanting to spill out of his mouth. She’d tried to fucking off herself because of him. She could have been dead all ‘cause he lied like they were in some kind of twisted Romeo and fucking Juliet. 

What’s the point? What's the point? What’s the point? He’d known since the day he’d met her that there was a troubled darkness that lay inside of her due to her past, often wondered if that was why he was drawn to her, because his own could sense it. But the idea of her trying to take her own life, over him of all things, it made him feel sick to his stomach.

“I was done and all I wanted was to be with you. So I slit my wrists and started to bleed out in the bath,” she explained, lifting the sleeves of her chunky black cardigan to reveal identical scars from her wrist to the crease of her elbow. The sight of them burned him up from the inside out and he felt like he couldn't breathe. The tattoos on her right forearm were sliced crudely in half by the marred flesh, not quite matching up perfectly.

“I hadn’t been to work in almost two weeks. Didn't call in, could barely get out of bed with how grief stricken I was. My boss decided to send the police around for a welfare check. Doctors in the hospital told me they found me in the nick of time, told me I was lucky . And… and all I could think was that they needed to hurry up and discharge me so I could try again!” her voice turned shrill at the end, a note of hysteria in it with wide eyes as if she was laid up in a hospital bed once more, going through it all over again.

He knew she’d be hurt when he ‘died’, he wasn't stupid enough to think she wouldn't be. But he’d honestly hoped she’d make her peace with it and move on. As much as jealousy and bitterness permeated his entire being at the thought, he’d hoped she’d find a nice man and settle down with him, someone who could give her all the things he’d never been able to. But here she was, still grieving the ‘loss’ of him, still wearing the fucking rings he got her, still wounded over a lie he told. He’d never hated himself more.

“When they told me I was pregnant, I fucking…” she trailed off, so many emotions running across her face that he could barely keep up with them, but then it settled onto pure anguish and he stepped towards her. She didn't move away this time but a raw sob ripped from her throat that made him still entirely.

“I hated her! I fucking hated her! My own child! Because I knew I couldn’t kill myself then, because it wouldn’t just be me! I loathed the baby inside of me and it was all your fault!” she screamed and he pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes to try and quell the onslaught of tears. 

He deserved this though, deserved to hear every harsh truth of the devastation he’d left behind. He was stupid for thinking she’d be sad for a bit and then move on, stupid because that wouldn’t be how he’d deal with it if she’d been the one who died. 

And maybe subconsciously that's why he’d never sought her out afterwards, never looked her up. The urge to keep tabs on her haunted him every day and night because no matter what, she was his , but a part of him worried what he’d find. Maybe she had moved on and he’d see her happy with someone else, or maybe she wouldn't be around at all. 

“It was only when I had my 20 week scan, when I saw her on that fucking screen and heard her heartbeat that it changed. That I couldn't hate her, not anymore. I loved her and she was all I had left of you. And you’ve been here this whole fucking time, doing god knows what when I’ve been out there raising her alone while trying to grieve,” her voice turned cold again and Ghost hated that more than the pain she’d held just moments before. It scared him, that tone. Reminded him so much of who he was now, of Ghost .  

There was so much he wanted to tell her, yet nothing came out of his useless fucking mouth as he looked down at her. Looked at how her shoulders slumped, eyes tired and red rimmed and face damp. She shook her head and blew out a shaky breath with her eyes closed. When they opened again, there was a mixture of fire and ice in them that made his stomach drop.

“Just know that I’m not here for you, I’m here ‘cause John told me we weren't safe. That Beth wasn't safe. Seems like all this bullshit was all for nothing, right? Since here we are anyway,” she scoffed and the look she levelled him left him feeling two feet tall. And she was right, wasn't she? ‘Cause if he’d done all this and caused all this pain to keep her safe, he’d well and truly failed. He’d fucked up his entire marriage and missed out on his daughter’s life for nothing.

“I wish I could take it all back,” he bit out honestly, wishing he could hop in a time machine and undo everything. She wouldn’t look at him again now, hands shaking by her sides.

“I won't keep her from you, not that you deserve her,” she started and the words cut him deeper than any knife could, even if all she spoke was truth. “But she deserves her dad. I told her all about you, since I thought you were fucking dead, and she thinks you’re the greatest thing since sliced bread. So I’ll let you build a bond with her because that's what she needs,” she took a step towards him then and his breathing hitched. A stupid part of his brain hoped she’d reach out, touch him, soothe him, fucking something , but he should have known better.

“Make no fucking mistake, Simon. If you break her heart, I will fucking end you,” she snarled, so much animosity that it genuinely shocked him because he’d never seen that on her before. And while it hurt that she had to threaten him like that, something flared inside of him that burned brighter than the sun. seeing how protective she was of his little girl, seeing that fire behind her eyes. Because despite the ray of sunshine he remembered her to be, something had awoken inside of her after becoming a mother, he could see it in her eyes. It wasn't an empty threat. He had no doubt she’d fucking end him or anyone that chose to hurt his little baby and he found himself grateful that she had a mother like her. 

Before he could say anything, before he could tell her he’d never dream of hurting her, that all he wanted to do was spend the rest of his pitiful life making up to both of them what he'd done, she was already storming past him. His dark eyes followed her as she brushed right past the men loitering at the door, all with wary looks on their faces like they were too scared to get caught up in hurricane Charlotte. She slammed the door behind her as she went inside and he dropped his head as the pain in his chest burned him in a vile way.

“Fuckin’ hell, Mrs Riley is scarier than he is,” Gaz murmured wryly, a tinge of awe in his voice. He yelped after a slap sounded but Ghost was too consumed by his own pain and misery to care who clipped him around the ear. The murmurs faded away as the door opened and closed again and now he was alone, he let out a pained noise, swaying on his feet. 

“Come on, big guy, aye?” Johnny sighed and it startled him, he hadn't realised anyone had stayed behind. Johnny guided him to the bench outside, helping him to sit heavily on it before he sat beside him. 

He couldn't contain it now, his shock had worn off and so much hit him all at once. He had a daughter who thought he was dead her whole life, his wife had tried to kill herself because of him and now she hated him. He dropped his head to his hands as wretched sobs wracked his large frame, unable to care that Soap was seeing him this way. The Lieutenant who was known for being stoic and emotionless had shown more emotions in half an hour than his entire time with the lads here. 

Johnny rubbed his back soothingly, murmuring some shite he couldn’t understand, even if his ears weren’t full of the sound of his cries. He desperately sucked air into his lungs, praying to a god he didn’t fucking believe in that the pain would ease, if only a little.

“I fucked up, Johnny. I can't fix this,” he lamented with a watery voice. How daft had he been to think he could fix this? That she’d overlook his lie because she missed him? That things could just be normal?

“Don’t talk like that, LT, just give her some space. She’s been through a lot and I’m sure her heads a wee bit fucked right now. Just a few hours ago, she thought ye were dead,” he replied carefully, his hand still rubbing his back. 

“Let her process it all, give her some space. Time heals all wounds and all that shit, aye?” he continued and Ghost felt his tears thankfully subside as he was able to breathe as he listened to the Sergeant mirror his own earlier thoughts.

“Don’t think there's enough time in the world that's gonna get her to forgive me this time,” his voice sounded like sandpaper, raw and scratchy.

“You’d be surprised. She clearly still loves ye, if she didn't she wouldn't be so upset. Just leave her be while she figures shit out and in the meantime, you got a little girl to get acquainted with,” Johnny gave him a smile and he nodded, unable to smile back. Thinking of Beth sent a different ache through his chest, one that was accompanied by a burning warmth. He knew he should heed his best friend's advice. Giving Charlotte space, as hard as it would be, would be for the best. She needed to wrap her head around everything that she'd learned before he could talk to her and beg for forgiveness. He wasn't quite sure how he was supposed to get to know his daughter without bothering Charlotte, so he’d hang back and let her take the reins. He'd already done enough damage. 

He just felt lucky that she was gracious enough to not keep him away from her. Despite all he’d put her through, she wanted them to have a relationship and that meant more than anything to him. He hoped in time she'd learn to forgive him, even if she didn't want him as a husband anymore. He needed her in his life, that much was painfully clear. These past five years he’d been walking around like a dead man and now he finally felt alive. And while it was something so viscerally painful, he knew he'd never be able to give her or Beth up, not again.