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TO LOVE A DYING GOD

the tired sigh that left baldwin’s mouth told you everything he was thinking as he ran a hand through his flaxen hair. you saw strands of his once golden locks being taken out by the simple, gentle movement. you frowned watching him so stressed and frail.

that day in court wasn’t a good one. the stories of the young leper winning against saladin in the battle of montgisard were repeated as the 21 year old king sat on his throne, listening as ‘his loyal men’ compared the ill king to who he used to be. leas sick. stronger. had feeling in his arms. he couldn’t control it, he couldn’t understand why he was expected to lead an army like how he did in his youth. how was this fair?

you watched as he furrowed his eyebrows, staring up at the ceiling of yours and his chamber. he muttered something under his breath and shook his head. he seemed to be so lost in his own thoughts, he didn’t realise you peering at him, staring into his electric blue eyes. his eyes were the only thing untouched by the illness. sharp, glacial, impossibly alive in a body slowly dying. you felt such pity for him, even though you’d never admit it to him. to be blessed so fast as king, then come crashing down with a diagnosis. suddenly, he turned his head towards you. his gaze held centuries of pain stuffed in a boy’s body. the blanket you were both under shuffled.

you two looked at each other in silence as rain began to pour outside, pitter-pattering on the window, leaving cries and thumps from the raindrops into the air. you knew baldwin could see the sadness and sorrow for him you felt, but he didn’t say anything. the only sounds that could be heard was the rain and the soft breathing from you both.

baldwin could never have the strength to tell you how lonely he felt - the pain of the fact you would be a widow soon was too much for him to think about. everyone thinks of him as a sickly man who was once victorious in battles, but to him, he just wants to be a boy, who isn’t afraid to touch his own wife.

you brought your hand up to his, holding it limply. you knew he couldn’t feel it because of the nerve damage, but you could feel it. and that was enough.

you couldn’t prepare yourself for what he was about to say.

“would you still love me if i weren’t king?”

your eyes widened slightly. is this really what your husband thought of himself? is this what he thought of you?

your heart broke instantly. the look in his eyes was enough to make you cry. the way his red, usually sharp eyes softened into sad, puppy ones as he waited for you to answer his question shattered you instantly. you thought of how everyone thought of him as some once divine warrior-king who peaked in his teenage years, but deep in your heart, you knew he was still the 14 year old boy you had met once in a garden as beautiful as the ones in eden, seeking approval and aching for love he was afraid to receive.

“i love the parts of you nobody else sees. i see you beneath the crown and the mask you use to hide yourself” your voice cracked, tears welling up in your eyes as you whispered “i do not love you because of your crown. i love you because you hear the things i do not dare to say out loud. i love you because you let me see the parts of you you have rejected and let me show you how much i love them. i love you because you are baldwin. not king baldwin.”

his eyes welled with tears as well, and you saw that little boy again from years ago. “then how can you bare to watch me fade away before your very eyes?” he sniffed. a tear snaked down your cheek, and you quickly wiped it from your face. you had to be strong. for him. for baldwin.

“loving you is like standing before a dying fire. you know it will end, but you still sit beside it, because you know such sweet, tranquil warmth like that will never come twice.”

you two are silent after that, but he allows you to cradle him with his head buried in your neck like how you guys used too. when he was not afraid of passing on such a terrible disease to you. but for now, he wished to be selfish. because he needed your warmth like the fire you received from him. you dont cradle him because he is a king, but because hes a human. fragile. fighting. still capable of being loved - no matter what he shall think.

“you make me forget i am dying.” he whispers. you kiss the top of his head before he lulls to sleep, and suddenly, you think, “maybe everything isnt so bad”.

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y/n stood proud in front of the boy king, shyly smiling as she lifted the paper up. it would be the first time she would ever read her love poetry to him, after months of him having to read them himself because she was too nervous. her heart thumped in her chest as she met his gaze. he looked love struck, lying on his side in their chamber as he smiled with lazy glee, and his eyes twinkling like stars as he watched how the candles casted shadows upon y/n’s face, changing and morphing with each change of her expression. she was like an angel to him. her seraphic features were a delight to look at, and her voice was as sweet as a comfit as she spoke.

“thine eyes are stars beneath the veil of night,

silent in their brightness, yet louder than all words.

when they rest upon me, the world stills,

and i forget the weight of time.

i would trade a crown, a kingdom,

even the gates of heaven,

to stand beside thee

and call thee mine.”

the soft murmur of her voice reciting the enchanting poem just made baldwin love her even more. “my beautiful rose. you never fail to make me feel most loved.” he whispered, looking into her eyes with such loving desire he could burst into flames.

once upon a time, he dreamt of a lover whom could show him her longing for the boy. now he had that lover. and was not going to let her go.

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MA MEILLEURE ENNEMIE SIMON RILEY

based of the ‘lovers to rivals’ storyline of jinx and ekko from the series ‘arcane’ if you are HELL BENT on no spoilers for arcane, dont read!!

warnings : mentions of suicide, lovers to rivals trope, reader is a traitor to tf141, angst, beating, killing yk obvi

- you and your once-lover, simon ‘ghost’ riley, re-unite, but not in the way either of you had ever hoped.

the rival between you two was famous between the opposing teams.

the look of pure love and admiration once in both your eyes when you looked at eachother, now replaced with a cold, agitated glare.

but the way your body tensed up when you heard the name, simon riley, was what really got everyone going.

makarov’s shadow stretched upon the walls as his hands lingered over the paintings that scattered around the room. the glass of them reflected off the dim, cheap light in the meeting room, that flickered every few minutes. “the history.. you two have. is it still of any use?” his voice was slow, and you knew what makarov was trying to get you to agree too.

“i wouldnt want to talk to him. its a waste of time, this meeting, sir. captain price could tell him the same thing and he wouldnt agree.” you said, a sharp exhale leaving your mouth. “very well.” makarov’s voice was pointed, and you could tell he wasnt exactly pleased with your answer. not that you could care though- in your eyes, simon wasnt worth your time. but was it the same in your heart?

you stood up and went, the floorboards creaking under your weight as you got up. the dim lights in the meeting room captured your legs’ movements as a looming shadow whilst you turned the door handle and closed it behind you.

your mind flashed to the image of your once- lover. his brown eyes softer when he saw you. the way he would fumble on the battle field when he heard your voice on the comms. the way, sometimes. you missed him.

you remembered the way the task force would tease you two when you had been lovers.

“simon, shes your missus. dont be shy.”

the cheers of the boys’ agreement to price’s statement echoed in the empty safe house. continuous hours had been spent here in this room, joking and shitting around because there was quiet literally, nothing better to do. simon’s eyes, the only visible part of his scarred face, rolled. your quiet giggles as the commotion continued were heavenly sounds to simon.

chuckles escaped everyone’s lips as he grumbled, standing up to give you a kiss on the crown of your forehead. roars of laughter and cheers bounced off the walls. they were all like a family to you.

the family you once had.

they didnt know you were a traitor at that moment.

the memories plagued the back of your head as you walked to your barracks. the next mission you had was extra special- and you knew it was no coincidence that makarov had chosen you for this mission.

you had to sneak into the task force’s safe house over the border of georgia and ukraine. it was a difficult mission- practically suicidal to go through with due to the high stakes, travelling, and of course, task force 141. but you knew only the best, most trusted soliders of makarov’s would be chosen for this task. you knew this was a big deal, and you werent gonna give this opportunity up.

you sat on your thin mattress, your palms digging into your thighs as you thought of how you were slowly forgetting simon’s voice. the deep, gruff voice that soothed you to sleep so many times when nightmares embedded themselves into your head. almost forgotten.

your cracked lips parted as you thought about johnny, kyle and price. how they would kid around with you, treating you like your younger sister. the friendship you had with them was something special- but you couldnt let it happen. after all, it was your destiny to be a traitor.

your eyes scanned the room. the familiar scent of it was nothing new to you. the small cracks in the walls where the ceiling met the wallboards had paint barely clinging to it, and they just waiting for an opportunity to fall. your eyes landed on your sneakers, and old pair, from years before. they still fit, so you decided to just keep using the pair. but that wasnt the only reason.

the fairy lights shone in the dark sky, an embracing contrast. the slow french song blared from the speakers, drowning out most noise. most noise.

simon’s lips tickled your ear as he leaned into your scent, his mask lifted just above his mouth. his face showing was something only you and the task force could see, even if it was only the bottom half, and the scars that littered his jaw were something that truly showed his vulnerability around the people he trusted. you knew simon wouldnt just let anyone see the most sacred parts of his face, but he could trust you. or thats what he thought.

your heart thumped against your chest as you laughed at the cheesey, not at all funny jokes he whispered in your ear. over his shoulder, simon could see johnny and price drunkly giggling at kyle chugging whiskey. ouch. that would definitely come back to bite his ass tomorrow.

your sneakers stepped on his feet as you adjusted to the dance, mumbling a ‘sorry’ as you moved yourself away a bit. simon’s arms, which were wrapped around your waist, allowed themselves to squeeze tighter around your figure, trying to keep you as close to him as possible. “stay close to me.”

the moment felt long lasting, and the feeling of simon gently swaying you to the music made your heart thump harder around your chest. you were lost in your thoughts and love for him until…

“get a room!”

johnny’s voice boomed over the speaker just loud enough so you and simon could hear him. the cackle leaving your lips left your cheeks hurting, as you threw your head back in joy. simon chuckled, his lips curling up slightly. but his eyes werent on johnny, and it wasnt his annoying joke that made him laugh. the look of you genuinely enjoying yourself made him pleased. as if, all the pains he’d been through were worth this moment.

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the safe house was cold and damp, and the chilly winter air snipped at your nose. you and your team had decided to split up, and your gun was clenched tightly in your hand, the sweat on your palm rubbing uncomfortably against the cold metal. you slowly let yourself creep around the walls of the desolate, but large, building. the large, glass-shattered paintings looked glossy as the moonlight shone against them. the peeling wallpaper were, most definitely, years old. your free hand rubbed against your jaw, the anxiety of the situation clear as your gut twisted every step you took.

then suddenly, you heard it.

a voice, sharing their bold opinions.

a voice, so familiar.

a voice that, once guided you through painful losses.

the voice of your once-lover.

you tip toed slowly to the direction of the melodic phonics leaving simon’s mouth, your gear shuffling against your vest every time your foot gently touched the ground. your breath hitched as the sound got louder the closer you got the furthest door. your eyebrows knitted and furrowed, as the voice you had once almost forgotten, was now in your ear. you could hear other voices in the background aswell, familiar too. the scottish accent and the voices of your father-figure and best friend let themselves revel in your head as you gently pressed your ear against the door. could it really be them?

then it all stopped.

you could hear a clatter coming from the other side of the house, echoing through the ripped wallpaper and cracked walls. you could hear a meek voice on your comms from your teammate, announcing that you guys had to run.

your footsteps guided you backwards slowly, until you were full on running, sprinting out of the house. suddenly, the long corridor to the exit seemed so far, and the paintings of people laughing and sipping wine taunted you as your feet picked up the pace, pounding against the ground.

you knew the task force had heard it, because if you could, theres no way that they couldnt. you reached the end of the corridor, but the door was locked. you fumbled with the knob, pulling and twisting until it damn near came off. you could barely hear anything over your wild panting, and you could only think of who was going to open that door. would it be price, the man you thought of as your father? could it be kyle, the man who trained you and gave you all the jokes you had now? or would it be your once-lover, simon, the man you once talked about marriage and children with?

you wiped your still-sweaty palms on your clothed thighs, before trying to jiggle the knob again, your desperation seeping through your, usually, stone cold appearance. you swapped your gun to your other hand, using it to try and pull the door open.

your pants and quiet pleads were pathetic, honestly. you kicked the bottom of the door, praying that the wood was moulded and would be easy to kick open. but you remembered that life wasnt so easy.

over the sounds of your heavy breathing, you could hear the faint sound of the door on the opposite side of you open with a slow ‘creeeeaaaakkkk!’

you could feel your heart practically sink.

you slowly turned around, your eyes laced shut, not ready to see who was standing before you on the other side of the hall. you could barely hear anything over the sound of your heart thumping against your sternum, as if it was trying to escape.

your eyes opened.

the tall, broad man with brown eyes was the harsh welcome you were met with. simon’s eyes, once so kind and forgiving to you, were empty and glaring.

a small laugh escaped your lips, realising the gravity of the situation. you got caught. it was the first time simon had seen you since you disappeared.

you remembered leaving in the middle the night for makarov’s helicopter when you found out there was written evidence supporting the fact you were a traitor. nobody could risk you being tortured, especially since you were such an asset to makarov.

your eyes creased as you let your lips curl upwards, pressing into the sides of your face.

“my best enemy,” you chuckled. “im here to greet you!”

your words were cruelty said, and the tone of amusement masked how nervous you truly were. a snicker pulled itself out of your mouth, reverberating at the back of your throat.

“why’d you do it?”

simon’s voice was no longer the sweet, melodic thing it used to be. now, it was harsh, unforgiving and unwelcoming. jeez, you thought, is this even simon?

“you know what they say,” you took a step forward, a chuckle leaving your lips. “keep your enemies close.” a wicked grin cast itself upon your face.

simon lunged towards you, but not in the way someone would a hug.

the wild look in his eyes. you knew he wasnt fucking around.

he tackled you to the ground, practically flying onto you. his, already battered, fists landed themselves onto your face, smashing themselves into your cheeks and mouth, wiping the crooked smile of your face.

the face he once kissed.

the face he once loved, so dearly. trusted so much, when everything seemed so impossible. the face he took pride in showing off, flaunting you practically everywhere.

the smile he once loved, was replaced with the smirk of a devil.

simon looked down onto your, already bloody, face. the crimson leaked from your busted lip and your nose. your mouth was like a mirror of the glass-shattered paintings on the walls, but instead of a little smile, you had an afraid wince casted upon your features.

the look of fear in your eyes was almost impossible to ignore. you let simon’s deep brown eyes meet yours, and the hateful, malicious look on his face softened so quickly into one of hesitation and regret.

he watched the blood trickle down your chin as you whispered a ‘please’ with the strength you still barely had in the moment. after all, simon’s punches werent some shit to giggle at.

his eyes met yours, and he practically melted. the memories flooded back to him, you could tell.

but he didnt know about how your gun was still in your hand, and how it was basically lingering behind his back.

the worst to both of you, was, indeed, you and i.

ma meilleure ennemie.

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REACTIONS WHEN READER CALLS THEM ‘BRO’

includes simon riley, kyle garrick and johnny mactavish!!! i wanted to include price but didnt know how too sorry guys😭😭😭😭

simon is appalled. you, the sweet love of his life whom he’d let into his heart, calling him bro? he stares at you in disbelief until you speak up again. ‘okay bro…’ stares in shock ‘si, darling? everything okay?’ ‘mhm.’ will never bring it up unless you do. he’ll go to the task force and say ‘she called me bro. wot does this mean??’ bless him😭

soap is slightly taken aback. he raises an eyebrow like 🤨 until you chuckle when you realise why he was making that idiotic ahh face. you’ll say it to him CONSTANTLY now because you find it hilarious when he looks at you like you just said something horrifying weird. ‘sorry, bro’ 🤨🤨🤨 ‘bro, i hate work’ 🤨🤨🤨 ‘broooo’ 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

gaz will love it. he’ll find it cute that you guys can call eachother casual nicknames because it shows you think of him like a friend. first time you say it, he’s smiling quite giddily and will defo think about it when he’s drifting off to sleep. the next day, he’ll greet you saying ‘gmorning, bro’ until it becomes the norm for you guys to greet eachother like that.

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RANDOM HEADCANONS COD MEN

warnings : suggestive

- i love the gaz one i wrote for this hes so underrated and cute, i need to start writing for him

tomorrow my birthday!! very happy

- includes task force 141 (kyle ‘gaz’ garrick, johnny ‘soap’ mactavish, simon ‘ghost’ riley, john price), könig and keegan p. russ

gaz would be obsessed with subway surfers. 2am, you hear him raging beside you in bed. ‘kyle, baby, what happened??’ ‘i was so close to beating my highscore!!’ it becomes a full on addiction. its unhealthy. its truly frightening to see your kind boyfriend become a man possessed when he looses. but its all worth it when you see the glint in his eye when he says ‘i beat my high score, y/n, look’ and showing you his phone all proud awww hes so cute im crying omgomg

soap would most likely be obsessed with some random popstar. im thinking ariana grande. he would constantly tell you facts about them, ‘did you know that ____ used this inspiration for this album cover?’ and, for his birthday, you’d HAVE take him to one of their concerts. im just imagining his face when he sees the online tickets, his jaw dropping and him kissing you all over saying ‘thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou’

keegan is such a dog person. he loves dogs. whenever he sees one, he always gives it a treat and plays with it. especially after working with an animal as reliable and loving as riley, he wants to have a dog with you. sometimes, when you guys are out shopping, you’ll go see the pet store with him and play with the animals there. while you’re talking to the fishes, he’s with the dogs. while you’re separating two kittens from play fighting, hes with the dogs. speaking of kittens, i feel like he loves black cats aswell. hes so totally black cat bf omg

könig loves minecraft. will always play it- usually in creative mode so he can make a universe for you and him where you guys have lots of farm animals and cats. he most definitely is on the verge of tears when one of his wolves die, and you have confront him and tell him to take a break from playing for a minute. has beat the game hundreds of times but will never ever get bored of it. sometimes you play with him and you pick flowers for him while he actually focuses on killing the ender dragon.

ghost is SO SO good at bowling. he’ll recommend going on bowling dates so he can impress you. if you dont know how to bowl, youre in good hands. he’ll angle himself behind you and help you get the best shot. you’ve never seen him not get anything other than a strike, he’s too good!! defo will say ‘if i get a strike, i get lucky tonight with the missus’ knowing theres no way in hell he wont miss a single pin.

price is really good at pool. whenever you guys go to shitty bars, he’ll lighten the whole place up with his incredible pool skills. lowk starts gambling with the other players when they start betting. whenever he wins, he shows you off to everyone, pulling you close and saying ‘this is my good luck charm, everyone’ and kissing you on the cheek.

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CATNAPPER KEEGAN RUSS

warnings : suggestiveness, fluff

- keegan catnaps your pet cat !!

guys i finished mw3 and omg im heartbroken it was so fire and it made me cry like 5 times (excluding the times when i had to stop because my console was overheating to the point of electrical fire)

‘you look sour, kid.’

‘you stole my cat.’

keegan snorted as he scratched the top of your cat’s head. she purred in his lap, her little paws making biscuits on his thigh.

you crossed your arms over your chest, overly huffing out of your mouth. you watched your pretty boyfriend sitting across from you fawn over her, picking her up and playing with her pink little hands. you never thought you’d see keegan get cuteness aggression, especially with your fuzzy little pet whom he was slightly annoyed with when we first met her. he hated seeing your cat crawl all over you, and you stroking her with such tenderness made keegan, quite frankly, a little jealous. (young sheldon reference, if u understand ily)

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‘you dont stroke me like that, baby.’

‘yeah, well you arent this cute. close though.’

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now you understood how he felt when he first met your cat.

‘this is my cat aswell, kid.’ he said, amused by the situation.

‘mihmehmehmehmeh’ you mocked, rolling your eyes and leaning back in your chair. ‘you kidnapped her. you catnapped her! you little fucker.’

‘come onnn, she can be our child’

keegan stood up, carrying the furry creature in his hands. he walked towards you, taking a seat.

‘get away from me, catnapper.’

you rolled your eyes again, but inside, you were trying not to break character by smiling. ‘dont be like that, baby. (cat name) is for you, too.’

keegan dropped your kitten in your lap, and she nuzzled her little nose into your tummy. ‘look, she still likes you more.’ she purred into you, and your hands immediately went to tickle her under her chin.

‘i guess youre right..’ you mumbled, finally cracking a smile. your face leaned into his, planting a kiss to his cheek. keegan wrapped his arm around you, staring at how you looked at (cat’s name) with so much admiration, it made his stomach flutter. ‘im always right, kid’ he muttered. ‘blah, blah, blah…’ you sassily replied, resting your shoulder on his head.

‘im still jealous, you dont stroke me like tha-’

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MY LIVING LEGEND KEEGAN RUSS

warnings : SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, death, grief, gunshots, sad ending, SOO angsty, probably more

- after y/n’s best friend, ajax’s death, they havent been the same. in the end, all they want is to die. until they dont want too.

based off the lana del rey song, living legend

a/n: magpie is your codename!! finallyyyy im doing a gender neutral reader!! hope u guys enjoy. sorry if it all moves too fast. im not very used to writing long fics.

‘tangos. next building.’

the afternoon horizon glistened as gunshots reverberated through the air. the burgundy hats worn by federation soldiers fell off as they dropped to their knees, crimson blood rippling out of their chests. you held your sniper scope up to your eye, holding your gun in a white knuckle grip. as soon as you spotted one of those maroon hats, your trigger went off. the gunshot was loud, but your headgear stopped the sound from blowing out your eardrums. you watched as the solider fell backwards, blood pooling out of his bullet wound. a sigh escaped your mouth as you pulled the scope away from your face, holding it against your chest.

‘nice shot kid, almost getting better than me.’ keegan’s voice was like an angel call from behind you, and his calloused hand went to grip your shoulder. ‘almost? wow, could you be more narcissistic?’ you chuckled.

‘just watch and learn.’

you stared as keegan removed his firm grip on your shoulder and pulled out his gun from his back. he brought it close to his face, and his hands lingered over the trigger. of course, you thought to yourself, safety is already off. his eyes scanned the nearby buildings for federation soldiers, and within a matter of seconds, he spotted one. pulling the trigger, the man was dead on impact. the death rattle shook his body, as a pool of blood circled itself around him.

‘thats how its done, kid.’

keegan looked down at you, waiting for your approval. ‘wow, mr living legend. that was a beautiful shot.’ you quipped, silently clapping for him. before he could respond, merrick’s voice erupted out of your radio. ‘everyone, move forward. enemy contact ahead in further buildings.’

you huffed out of your mouth as you and keegan made your way out of the abandoned house. you thought about the memories that were once created in the very room you and keegan were killing people in. were those people who lived there even alive anymore?

‘whats on your mind, magpie?’

keegan’s voice slightly startled you. ‘nothing.’ you muttered. it really was nothing- you didnt have time to be worrying about the people who once lived in the houses you and your team ended lives in- especially when your life was at stake.

keegan looked bothered by your answer, but nevertheless, you two continued walking. side by side, arms lightly grazing eachother when you wandered a bit to his direction. soon enough, you met up with the rest of the ghosts.

‘keep working with the people you’re with now, don’t split up. there are too many of them for us to risk it.’

merrick’s barked orders were copied and obeyed as everyone slowly split up with their partners. keegan’s footsteps echoed yours in a rhythmic manner.

you knew why he told everyone to not split up.

‘theres a building up there- high enough to see everything. we set up there to prepare. be quiet though, because sometimes federation soldiers are surrounding the building.’ his words were confidently spoken, and you followed pursuit.

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‘imagine falling off this thing.’

you looked down through a broken window in the building, the ground seeming so far away.

‘well you better not, im not dragging your dead ass back to fort santa monica, y/n’

‘you’d cry if i died, i know you would.’ you imitated a crying face, and wiped imaginary tears from your cheeks. you chuckled and keegan rolled his eyes. your hushed voices could only be heard by each-other as the shuffling of footsteps from keegan echoed off the walls, bouncing back to you two quietly.

the sound of gunshots and spanish orders being screamed frantically switched a flip in the two of you- your joking demeanours suddenly serious and concentrated. you pulled your gun out of your back sling, taking off the safety. you glared as you stared into the scope, searching for the familiar burgundy hats that you had learned to hate.

‘see anything, magpie?’

keegan pulled up close behind you, and you could feel his breath on your neck as he leaned down to your ear. his silent whispers to you were like a mantra you wish could be repeated thousands of times. ‘nothing. not a single solider in sight.’ you mumbled.

he leaned back up, straightening his back.

you put your scope down, your eyes finally resting, and the tension in your jaw relaxing. you sighed. spanish was heard below you and keegan. you immediately pulled a pistol out of your holster, your reflexes making your body move fast. footsteps and creaking floorboards could be heard, and to say you were on edge would be an understatement.

‘its fine, kid. they wont come up.’ keegan’s hushed voice soothed you, but you were still unable to shake the feeling of the need too protect him and yourself. ‘did you hear me? its fine.’ he was a bit louder now, but there was still not a chance in hell the enemy could hear him. the floorboard creaking and quiet voices stopped after a matter of seconds. ‘better safe than sorry.’

silence.

you raised an eyebrow at keegan, wondering why he was suddenly muted.

‘i know you still blame yourself, y/n.’

first mistake.

your silence indicated you knew exactly what he was talking about. something that killed you inside. ajax’s death.

you had blamed yourself for it- you took one minute apart from him and when you had returned, a bloody trail and a missing ajax were all to be seen. the multiple nightmares you had had the days following his disappearance plagued you, even to this day, it still did. thinking about how, maybe, his death could’ve been avoided if you had just listened to your gut.

you still remembered the day he died. when keegan held him as he died in his arms. when you guys had gone between hell and earth to find him- just for him to die the minute you got your hands on him.

you still remembered sobbing in keegan’s arms with your head pounding, blaming yourself and wanting to just die. since that day, suicidal thoughts carried around you. you just wanted ajax back. he was your best friend- the first ghost you met. he was the first person you told about your crush on keegan. you would do anything for 5 more minutes with him- to tell him how sorry you were. to tell him how much you cared about him.

‘it wasnt your fault. you know that.’

you were silent. the way keegan’s smooth voice talked about it made something rattle inside of you. you felt weak. you were distracted. your airway felt tightened- as if you were being choked. tears threatened to fall but you couldnt dare yourself to let them roll down your cheeks. you had to focus. you had too.

keegan thought about what you had said earlier, about dying. come to think about it, he liked you a bit to much for your death. he didnt want you to be just another funeral he’d have to attend. he wanted you to be alive. he’d miss the concentrated face you made when you were on a mission. all the memories you two had together.

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‘i saved you a chocolate bar, kee.’

‘how healthy.’

‘i know, right?’

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you fell silent. gunshots could still be heard, and it was the only thing that was stopping you from falling apart. the fact that you were on a mission, and it wasnt the time to fuck around.

‘keegan, this isnt the time.’ you huffed. you so badly wanted to talk about it, but how could you? it simply wasnt the moment, and both you and keegan knew this subject wouldnt come up again for a long time. you thought keegan would stop pestering you with questions, that maybe, he would just leave it. but oh, how wrong you were.

his strong, broad frame walked over to you, and his wintry blue eyes stared down into yours. his hands firmly gripped onto the back of your elbows, not too tight, but he had a stable grip. god, you thought, i forgot how stubborn this man is.

‘i wanted to talk about this with you, and i know its not a good time too right now, but i dont get another opportunity like this again.’

keegan was a man of very few words- his eyes and actions speaking more than his mouth did, but now, you could tell he was serious. you pulled your eyes away from his, but the intense glare he carried still was focused on you.

‘keegan-’

a louder gunshot could be heard- one closer to you and keegan’s position. immediately, you felt on edge. but keegan’s grip on you tightened, and you felt compelled to stay where you were. that was your second mistake.

‘ajax wouldnt want you to blame yourself. you.. you doing this to yourself is hurting you. its distracted you for months i can tell. you’re always on edge, you just arent the same. the jokes you make arent the same. you just aren’t right.’

‘keegan stop. youre not.. youre not a fucking therapist. just leave me alone, i dont want to talk about this.’

third mistake.

your annoyed tone set something off in keegan- you’d never been like that with him. you had always been even-tempered, something the rest of the ghosts admired. your words, enunciated by the way your voice seemed sharper to him now, made him furrow his eyebrows as he stared down at you. he let go off your arms, but for some reason, you longed for his touch still. you shook off the feeling, and stepped away from him.

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you didnt know how it happened.

the spray of blood sprinkled itself over the walls as it erupted from you like a fountain. the ringing in your ears felt like the devil screaming at you as you fell back, your head hitting the wooden floorboards.

a wail of pain escaped your lips as your hands travelled your stomach trying to find the bullet wound, and when you finally laid your fingers on it, your body felt stiff.

suddenly, all your fantasies of dying and killing yourself were gone. now, you just wanted to live. your life was fading, and it was fading so quickly.

keegan had rushed over to you, screaming into his radio, telling merrick you got hit. over the incessant ringing in your ears, you could hear the panic in his voice. his trembling hands went to your wound, examining it. birds sung as he begged you to open your eyes- the sun’s light slowly fading, just like you.

‘magpie, y/n, open your eyes, open your fucking eyes, please.’

keegan’s eyes were horrified when he saw what he was looking at. blood trickled from your mouth, falling off your chin, and your uniform was stained with crimson.

‘kee-’

you tried to say his name, but only half came out. blood spluttered out of your mouth as you wailed in agony. ‘speak to me, y/n, solider. come on, talk to me.’

keegan ripped open his medical pouch, taking out some gauze in an attempt to prevent more blood from spilling out your wound. it pooled around you as you tried to speak. ‘i- i just want to..’

you were appalled at how difficult it was to talk. it was like your vocal cords had been ripped out, and all that was left to leave your mouth were gasps that made your lungs ache. ‘keep going, magpie, come on.’

‘i- i always wanted to.. die, after aja..ajax.. but i just want to- to live.. now’ every few seconds you had to pause your speaking so you could cough out blood. it blocked your airway as if it was trying to silence your cries. ‘i dont- i dont wanna di..die im not- not ready.’

keegan’s hope of you living was slowly disappearing. the bullet was still lodged in your stomach, ripping at muscle and letting its molten heat play with your flesh. ‘you’re not gonna die, im not letting you, im not. youre gonna live, for me and for merrick and the other ghosts and ajax, especially him, okay?’

even though keegan was trying to calm you, he could barely keep calm himself. his breathing felt difficult and forced as he watched the life escape from you. your eyes were still fluttered closed, but tears ran down your cheeks, mixing with blood as they went further. ‘please.. p-please keegan, i dont want too di-’ ‘stop talking like that, youre gonna be just fine, i promise.’

it was a ridiculous thing to promise. oh, how keegan wished he hadn’t said that. he knew. he didnt want to think about it, but he knew deep down what was gonna happen. ‘im not ready, god. god.. im not ready… i wanna.. i wanna..’

‘come on, keep talking to me, please.’

keeping you talking has keegan’s way of making sure you were still awake- that, atleast your body could keep your lips moving with phonics.

keegan felt so weak. wrapping the gauze around you felt like covering your corpse with a cloth. ‘i wanna live.. and be.. with- with you.’

keegan was taken back by what you said, to say the least. his heart thumped against his sternum, as if it was trying to escape. blood mixed with phlegm coughed and spluttered itself onto his balaclava from your mouth, but he couldnt care less.

he tightly wrapped the once white, but now, deep ruby red gauze around your waist. he stared at your face as your lips trembled, his hands tying a tourniquet at the end of the gauze.

‘i.. i wanna be with you too, y/n.’

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they say hearing is the last sense to go. however, speaking was the last thing you ever did.

‘you re..really are, my living legend.’

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CULTURAL/FOREIGN READER COD MEN

warnings : too cute

- cod guys with a reader from another country!!!!!

- this idea when i thought of it made me screamm i just think its so cute, idk if anyone’s done this before but i just think this idea is so adorable

- includes task force 141 (kyle ‘gaz’ garrick, johnny ‘soap’ mactavish, simon ‘ghost’ riley, john price), könig and keegan p. russ

gaz would ALWAYS be asking about your culture. the way your eyes light up telling him a fun fact about the history means everything to him. listening to your voice squeal and go high pitched when he mentions something you told him from another conversation you guys had makes him kick his feet and giggle. ‘oh my god, you remembered!!’ as if he could ever forget 😭😭ily gaz u little cutie pie

soap would be all about the food. asking you to make the recipes your grandma made you when you were a kid? check. begging you to cook him food from your childhood when he gets home from deployment? check. trying to learn how to make your cultural food so he can surprise you on your birthday with it? check. making a mess while trying to do that? check. you cant even be mad though. what a cutie

price would be researching about your culture so he could impress you/your family abroad. he would learn common phrases in your language, would learn about the traditions and the history of your country, etc. if he’s ever confused about something, he’ll ask you about it and listen to you talk about it for hours, a bit like how gaz would. he would also love to impress you with his knowledge.

ghost would be a lot like soap and gaz i think. he would always be asking about the history of how certain foods came to be, the enemies and allies of your country, how it was like growing up, etc just to hear you talk. he is definitely the listener in your guys’ relationship, contrasting to you, the yapper. he could basically hear you talk his ear off and he wouldnt care. would always be eternally grateful when you make him your nice, hot cultural food when he gets home from deployment.

könig would definitely want to visit your country. i lowk headcanon him as being a massive traveller. being from austria, he also understands feeling like an outsider in a new country, so if you ever wanna talk about the differences between your homeland and the country you live in now, he’d listen. i feel like you guys would have a date where he cooks you austrian food and you cook him your cultural food. omg thats so cute i should write something about that

keegan would absolutely encourage you to embrace your culture. i feel like when its your countries’ independence day, he’d go around telling the ghosts, ‘you know, it’s (countries names’) independence day’. would definitely, after a long day, appreciate your cultural cooking. i can imagine during your guys’ long term relationship, him asking ‘what about marriage in (countries’ name)’

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WELCOME!!

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i do NOT write non-con, dub-con, daddy/mommy kinks, other abnormal kinks, anything to do with rape, illegal age gaps, or somnophilia. i dont write for transgender, male or non-binary ( i do write gn) please keep these in mind when sending in requests. thank you!

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hi!! im daneliya, (danya for short) im 20 years old (21 on janurary 11th) and im from kazakhstan and russia. im a CoD addict, my favourite game is ghosts. i like gilmore girls, outer banks and brooklyn 99. im currently at uni in london, although i was born in moscow, russia.

MASTERLIST

please make sure you read all warnings thoroughly on all linked posts before reading, some may involve sensitive topics e.g. smut, gore, etc. thank you!

CALL OF DUTY

könig

konig fingers f!reader to get rid of f!reader’s stress - nsfw

imagine… rammstein with könig - nsfw

now its three in the morning… - angst

under the stars - fluff

i missed you - fluff

cultural/foreign reader - fluff

random headcanons - fluff

simon ‘ghost’ riley

guessing game - fluff

five months - angst

cultural/foreign reader - fluff

random headcanons - fluff

reaction when the reader calls them ‘bro’ - fluff

ma meilleure ennemie - angst

keegan p. russ

doin’ it rough with keegan russ - nsfw

cultural/foreign reader - fluff

my living legend - angst

catnapper - fluff

random headcanons - fluff

captain john price

just the usual - fluff

cultural/foreign reader - fluff

random headcanons - fluff

kyle ‘gaz’ garrick

cultural/foreign reader - fluff

random headcanons - fluff

reaction when the reader calls them ‘bro’ - fluff

johnny ‘soap’ mactavish

cultural/foreign reader - fluff

random headcanons - fluff

reaction when the reader calls them ‘bro’ - fluff

KINGDOM OF HEAVEN

king baldwin iv

poetry - fluff

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JUST THE USUAL JOHN PRICE

warnings : threats, age gap, jealousy

requested by @sethell !!

hey guyss posts are not going to be as daily anymore, as im currently really sick and with uni break over tomorrow, im not gonna be posting as consistently. feel free to message requests 💗💗

the sight of you laughing with another man made price sick. the way his hand reached for your shoulder to pat you on the back- and the way his eyes lingered on your body made price nauseous. he knew he had to interfere- to get his cunt away from his girl. who was he to so obviously and shamelessly flirt with his love? tossing the cigarette out of his mouth, he confidently walked over to you and the too-excited man.

‘hello, darling. who’s this?’

price’s silky smooth voice welcomed you, and you could practically feel yourself melting at the feeling of hearing his melodic voice. his strong wrapped slinked around your shoulders, and you leaned into his chest. the familiar scent of his spicy cologne that made your brain fuzzy and which made butterflies in your tummy flap wildly entered your nose. ‘this is.. what’s your name, again, sorry?’

the fact you couldnt even remember his name made price smirk. the man introduced himself, extending a hand for price to shake. he accepted it, eyeing him suspiciously. ‘nice to meet you.. sweetheart, could you go get me a drink?’

you had been through this procedure many times. men flirting with you, obsessed with your youth and body- how your hips swayed to music and your taste in drinks. these men didnt know about price through- and they would usually think he was a friend, or an uncle- hell, some had even thought he was your dad. but the correction of him being your boyfriend embarrassed the men, turning their faces red in humilation.

as you separated yourself from price, his soft gaze on you became a threatening glare on the man. ‘you leave that girl alone, mate, yea?’ ‘who are you, her boyfriend? youre an old man, dickhead.’

‘maybe i am, but i can still rip your head off in a minute. shut your fucking mouth and get your paws off her, you arent a dog.’

the mans anger practically seared off him, smoke almost coming out of his ears. you could feel his eyes on you as you rested your elbows on the bar’s table, waiting for you and price’s drinks.

when you came back, the man was gone, and price seemed awfully pleased with himself.

‘whats got you so happy, darling?’ you quipped, giving him the drink the bouncer made you. your loving gaze settled on him, and your voice was filled with amusement and sarcastic suspicion.

‘oh, you know, just the usual, love.’ price’s blue orbs bored into yours as you squinted your eyes at him, before giggling and getting on your tippy-toes and kissing his cheek, his beard tickling your chin slightly.

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I MISSED YOU KÖNIG

this is inspired by @machveil ‘s writing. please check out their blog, they have SUCH detailed writing and amazing work. they are so talented, please go follow them!!

warnings : really fluffy

- husband!könig cones home from a sudden deployment, tired and stressed. you take care of him (not nsfw)

käsespätzle - a german dish, think of it as mac and cheese

liebling, schatz - darling

tauben - dove

the scent of käsespätzle spread around the house. you sighed as you grated the cheese over the pasta- waiting to hear könig open the front door and so you can run to him and hold him.

‘why did i decide to make german food..’ you said to yourself. your arms ached as you held up the bag of cheese- putting it back into the fridge. you took the counter wiper and cleaned up the small mess you had made while boiling the pasta, your eyebrows slightly furrowing due to the fact your husband wasn’t home yet. 6:07PM. you groaned. you thought about how much you missed his muscular arms, and how his blue eyes lit up whenever you made him food, and how warm he was in the cold winter days at night and- creeeaaakkkk!!

the front door opened and you instantly ran down the hallway to greet your husband. his tired, steel eyes lit up when he saw you. you held eachother in a tight embrace. even though könig was clearly exhausted, with darker circles around his eyes than the day he left, his energy replenished seeing your bright face. you wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to get as close to him as possible. his muscular arms wrapped around your waist- rubbing your back so gently. you missed him.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

you sat him down the dining table, covering his eyes with your hands. ‘liebling, i already know what it is- käsespätzle is too familiar of a smell to me.’ he said, grinning slightly. it was the first time he felt that special type of happiness in while - the kind of happiness he only gets with you. ‘shush, its not!! its something else’ you lied through your teeth. you wanted to make this moment as special as possible.

you made this dish for him hundreds of times, adding a few different ingredients every few dishes to perfect the meal. this time, you knew you made the dish in the best way. you brought the dish from the kitchen, placing it down in front of him (obviously before making sure his eyes were SQUEEZED shut!!). you blew on the dish a few times- making sure it wasnt too hot. ‘okay… 3…2…1!! open your eyes!!’

könig’s eyes opened, revealing his sore blue eyes. you could see them light up like fireworks, seeing the dish. he immediately ate some spoonfuls, and between every bite he thanked you for taking care of him. you massaged his shoulders as he ate, trying to get rid of the tension in him from the past deployment. by the time he finished the food, you practically thought he was gonna eat the plate.

‘thank you so much, schatz. but you did lie to me..’ könig said, standing up and kissing your forehead. you rolled your eyes, taking the empty plate and quickly taking it to the kitchen sink- your husband following you, telling you how delicious the meal was.

‘thank you, tauben.’

you smiled at him, staring up into his hypnotising, beautiful eyes. you could tell he was exhausted, by the way his eyes slightly creased and the dark circles had dark circles. könig held you in a gentle embrace, his chin resting against the top of your head. he could feel himself practically drifting off, his eyes heavy.

‘do you want to sleep, my love?’ you muttered into his chest. he hummed in response, the vibration from him against you.

you opened the door to your shared bedroom, the closed door blocked off the smell of the käsespätzle, which still lingered around the house. könig felt his life coming back to him as he fell into the bed, his body making a dip in the mattress on his side. you jumped in next to him, covering a blanket over the two of you. you brought yourself closer to him, feeling in his scent and his warmth. you buried yourself into his neck, your breath tickling his jawline. ‘i missed you, schatz.’ he whispered into your ear. ‘i missed you too, love.’

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UNDER THE STARS KÖNIG

warnings : none, just fluff

- reader and könig are star gazing together while reader yaps, but könig cant keep his feelings to himself.

happy new years everyone!!

‘and like, it was so nice. the observatory was so good at catering too. i really enjoyed it- we should go together sometime. you would like it a lot. the quality of it all was amazing too.’

könig hummed in agreement. ‘what was the food?’ he asked. he wanted to hear more of your sweet voice. nothing was better to him than hearing you talk about the things you loved, and the opinions you had. all your nice stories replaced the horror stories in his head- you made him forget all the bad things.

the stars above you two shone, and the moonlight hit your face in a euphoric way- könig couldnt keep his eyes off you. the way you scanned all the stars, looking for shapes and patterns between the twinkling lights above. your back felt slightly damp from the grass you two were laying on- the sprinkling rain from earlier still present in the ground.

‘oh my god, they had this amazing cheese. i was about to become a mouse!!’ you breathlessly laughed, earning a smile from könig. ‘and the pasta, god it was the best thing ive ever had!! i would do anything to take you there. it was great, seriously. we werent allowed to eat in the.. inflatable balloon thing where they put the space stuff on, you know?’

you went on with your rambling, and it felt nice for könig to just listen for once. obviously you asked him questions and he would give answers- but hearing your melodic voice tell him memory after memory made his heart warm, and his stomach flutter.

könig looked away from your face, staring into the face of stars. they seemed to all point at you. he fought the urge to tell you what he thought of you, how beautiful you were, how your body was perfect, how you made him laugh, how you out the butterflies in his stomach and make him feel like-

‘könig? are you listening to me?’

he turned to face you, his attention, previously on the stars, going straight to you. ‘im sorry, can you repeat that?’ he asked, longing to hear your babbling again. ‘so i wanted to-’

‘y/n,’ your head turned to him, appreciating how the stars seemed to highlight his blue eyes. you hummed in answer. ‘i.. i dont know if you will feel the same about this but..’ he seemed smaller than usual, his confidence at an all time low. ‘you make me feel better about everything. looking at you makes my heart grow fond. i feel.. i feel like youre my best.. you are the best thing in my life. and i dont want to ruin us- because you are very important to me. but i cant keep this in anymore. i.. i like you very… i love you.’

you felt your eyes widen slightly, you mouth slightly open. staring into his blue eyes, trying to examine all his thoughts and feelings. you felt your lips curling up, hearing the words you wanted to hear from him for all the time you’ve known eachother.

‘i love you too, könig.’

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FIVE MONTHS SIMON RILEY

warnings : cheating, mentions of sex, lotsss of angst and yelling. implied reader is a female. toxic relationship

- simon riley is cheating on reader, over and over again, when they are just wishing for his love back.

ps. guyss if u like keegan p. russ smut read my last blog!! love u guys 💕

part 2 is not coming

being simon riley’s girlfriend in the beginning was a dream come true- it was all you ever dreamed of. a strong man who matched your personality and made you feel whole. first 4 months was perfect, going out together, meeting his friends and getting close with them, the most amazing dates and sleepovers at eachother’s apartments. it was a dream come true.

but once 5 months hit, something changed in him. he was out late after work. he wasnt home after deployments on the day he was supposed to come back. he went out late on the weekends you longed to be in his arms. he was cold and distant. why?

you knew he had been cheating. gaz told you- he was rubbing up against some other girl at a party and kissing her- practically shoving his tongue down her throat. and his idiotic ass posted it on his private story. it was like he wasnt even considerate about your feelings, not even trying to hide it.

everyone told you to leave him. even simon’s closest friends told you too- you were loyal, kind and so caring. he use to be the same, but now hes cold, carless and seemed pissed everytime he saw you.

7 times. he cheated 7 times. every time he did, you could feel more of your heart cracking like porcelain. tears spilled from your eyes everytime you got a message from gaz, or soap or random girls you barely knew. ‘simon is cheating again’. you got used to be message, but the ache in your heart burned more every time it happened.

simon didnt know why he did it- you were perfect for him. you made him feel right in everyway, your personality, your appearance and your love for him was everything he ever wanted. he just had to be a jerk. someone awful towards you, even though you treated him with love.

the 8th time was different. you had been having a hard week- work was tough, and one of your friends was really ill. all you wanted every day of the week was the come home and sit in simon’s arms, but he was never there. you just got the notification ‘ill be home tomorrow’. you knew what he was doing, and he knew you knew.

this specific saturday, after months of dealing with the heartache of having your boyfriend cheat on you so often, you snapped. you came to simon’s apartment tired- your feet aching so badly. ‘simon?’ you called out, praying he would be home. you were greeted with silence- all the lights in the house off. you sighed, tears already prickling in your eyes. you checked your phone- notifications from your friends, apps, but not simon. maybe he got tied up at work? you opened your contacts and called him, listening to the phone ring.

you looked at the profile picture you had his contact saved as, your first date as boyfriend/girlfriend. an unforgettable experience. even though you two were just getting to know eachother as a couple, that day felt different. you cooked for him, and you opened up to eachother over a bowl of macaroni and cheese. he said he felt safe with you. his words from that day echoed in your head as the vibrations from your phone ringing him made your hand shake. what happened to your sweet boy?

the phone line connected, and you put it on speaker- not bothered to press it against your ear. ‘simon? hello?’

you could hear grunts in the background, your heart cracked. a female voice answered the phone. your heart shattered. ‘oh… you’re his girlfriend, right?’ the girl snickered. ‘simon, its your girlfriend!!’ you heard her talking to him down the line, making sarcastic jokes about how you were calling him when he was having fun with her. ‘give me the phone, come on.’ you heard him say, although his voice was slightly incoherent due to his distance from the phone.

you hung up the call. the world went black and white. the silence around you rung in your ears. your heart thumped against your chest, the hot tears rolling down your cheeks. you couldn’t do anything but cry.

cry because you thought it would change. cry because you thought he would change.

the phone rang, simon’s name lighting up the screen. your back slid down the wall, your hand over your chest. your breathing got thick, and your nose filled with snot. more tears poked out of your eyes, and your eardrums felt like they were going to explode. god- you were such a dumbass. sitting around, thinking he’d stop his shit.

your hands covered your face, trying to hide your tears from the world around you. you couldnt do this. not for a 9th time. a 10th time. 11th. 12th. it was the worst. you had never felt worse.

he was the worst.

you just wished simon was with you, letting you cry in his arms. you thought, if you loved him enough he would stop. he’s not stopped. you wanted to stop loving him- but you knew you couldnt. god, simon, please stop it. stopitstopitstopitstopit.

you heard the front door unlock, and you remembered you were still in simon’s house. he ran over to you, his eyes full of concern. you looked up at him, apologies running out his mouth. he kneeled down to you, trying to get you to talk to him. ‘please talk to me, y/n. please, please im so sorry lovie m so sorry’ simon’s usually gruff voice was filled with concern. ‘talk to me darlin’ please im sorry’.

your tears of sadness became tears of anger. you tried so hard. you tried to be the best for him. you tried so hard. but he didnt care. he went out, and cheated. he went out, fucking other girls for 5 minutes of pleasure while you were at home, cooking for him. caring for him.

you stared up into his dark eyes that were filled with sorrow and regret. you stood up, backing away from him. ‘where are you going? y/n? talk to me, please.’ he followed you around his apartment as you took your purse and coat, looking around for your wallet and keys aswell. ‘y/n, please. im sorry. im so sorry lovie give me another chance.’ you stopped. ‘give you another chance?’ you said, staring at him with disbelief.

‘i gave you so many chances. you knew i knew. everyone told me to leave you, everyone told me about what was happening. but i thought you would change. i thought you would go back to how you used to be. i miss you, simon and i love you so much but why. why- how could you do this to me..’

tears uncontrollably fell from your eyes, and your knees felt as if they were giving out. you walked away from him, frantically looking for your keys and wallet. you needed to get out of here. away from him. he grabbed your wrist and turned you around the look at him.

‘i can’t convince you that im not a dickhead, baby but please. please im sorry- i cant explain it but i just-’

‘why don’t you love me anymore?’ you yelled, your anger practically radiating off as heat. (in the most love quinn style way btw, youre my bff if you understand)

‘why did you cheat on me? why did you ruin us, simon? you treat me as if i dont have feelings.’ ‘it was just a bit of fun, please lovie. i cant loose you, darlin’

you saw your keys and wallet on an end table. simon went around, following you with his half-assed apologies. you snatched the necessities up, and the feeling of finding them was a true relief. you turned and glared at simon, stopping his babbling- something you werent even listening too anymore.

‘we’re over.’

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Can you guys please tag your noncon, dubcon, grooming, toxic and abusive fics properly.

I don't want to even see that shit on my timeline suggested to me because you're too lazy to add it to the hashtags. How can we filter out content that disturbs us if you don't tag it?

I'm seriously so over it. If you can use the tags to tag the ship, you can use them to tag your dead dove content. It's your responsibility to tag your content properly.

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doin’ it rough with keegan russ

warnings : rough sex, slapping, degradation, crying, keegan kinda mocking reader, smut (obvi) idk what else but very smutty

GUYSGUYS im so sorry jm so awful at writing smut but i just HAD to write something for keegan because i swear hes so skfbaks

keegan’s calloused hands gripped your thighs as he lifted them on his shoulders, rutting into you like an animal. filthy groans escaped his mouth as you whined, your cunt clenching around him. a string of curses escaped your mouth as he snarled dirty words into your ear ‘you like it when i fuck you like this, hm?’. the sinful sound of skin slapping together, and the loud whimpers you let out every time he slammed into your ruined pussy bounced off the walls as he stared at your contorting face- which just drove his wanting to destroy you.

‘god, you’re such a slut for me, arent you?’ he growled, his hands holding onto your thighs so tightly you were sure you’d be covered in purple bruises afterwards. you whimpered as he fucked you so cruelly- as if he was trying to rearrange your guts. ‘answer me, dirty girl.’ you squealed at his words. ‘yesyesyesiam’

his animalistic thrusts got rougher, watching your boobs bounce as your hands gripped onto his arms, looking for some support. ‘you’re what, baby?’ ‘imaslutfor- fuck- imaslutforyoukeegan, please please please..’ even though your eyes were squeezed shut, you knew he was grinning like the cheshire cat. your mindless babbling went on as he slammed into you, making you drunk on his dick. his deep thrusts made you feel euphoric- his dick filling you up so well. tears rolled down your cheeks as you felt your climax approaching ‘crying for me, huh? you feel so good, you’re crying for me, slut?’ his words were so cruel, but you loved it. his hands repositioned to your hips, squeezing them as he grunted from your clenching cunt. you didn’t expect him to slap you when you didnt answer his question. the stinging left you with even more tears, and a whine left your lips as your mouth fell open from the callousness of his powerful thrusts. ‘answer me.’ ‘yesyesiam- fuckfuckfuck..’ you whimpered. ‘im so closeimso … fuck, keegan!!’

‘cum on my cock, baby, cmon’

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König who early in his career on a mission finds a cargo container full of Russian girls in a human trafficking ring. You were the only one who spoke German so you had to translate and keep the girls calm since they had to keep you all in the container until it was clear.

König who you wrote to months later to thank him and sent him a red wooden bead bracelet. He wears it everywhere and it reminds him of the good he does even if he couldn’t be a sniper like he dreamed of.

König who showed up to your boot camp graduation and while excited you were inspired to join, he’s terrified of something happening to you and just wants to keep you safe.

König who eventually gets you on his team and while maintaining professionalism, you two become best friends and are inseparable making it impossible for either of you to keep a relationship with anyone.

König who when a body was brought in with a crushed in face was in denial that it could be you since he had memorized every freckle and scar on your body even though you two weren’t together or intimate (…yet)

König who found out it was a setup and pulled a force together to get you back and find the traitor and when he found you in a room with two dead guards at your feet, dropped to his knees and waited for you to approach. And when you did he held you with his head against your heart and kept you upright vowing to never let anyone take you ever again

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GUESSING GAME SIMON RILEY

warnings : just fluff man

- simon riley doesnt understand the difference between all your flavoured lip glosses, he thinks its dumb. so you two set up an experiment to see how different all the flavours are from eachother.

you painted your lips with the lip gloss before taking one last look at the bold words written across - FANTA.

‘okay, lets try this one.’ you say with excitement.

simon’s blindfolded, but he can already tell how giddy you are. the scent of your perfume gets stronger as you lean into him and press your hand against his cheek. your lips connect with his, your tongues dancing together.

he can feel you smiling through the kiss- your curled lips against his. you remove your hand from his cheek and separate yourself from him.

‘short kiss, lovie’ he mutters, smiling a bit.

‘next time make it longer’

you smile before replying- the butterflies in your tummy making you blush and giggle. ‘shush, what flavour do you think it was?’

he thinks for a minute, smacking his lips together to taste the flavour you left on him. ‘god, hun, i dont know. we need to try again.’

‘is this just an excuse for me to kiss you again, simon?’

‘its fanta, i know it is.’ you roll your eyes before lifting his blindfold up and placing your hands on the back of his neck, leaning in to kiss him- not leaving any space inbetween you two. ‘i can still taste the fanta on you, darlin’ he says against your plump lips. ‘shut up’