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[midnight-moth-musings]

Rocket Queen, Part 2

Captain John Price x mechanic reader, slight enemies to lovers

MDNI, warning: smut

Part 1

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Fuck, I can't escape her. The damn woman is everywhere. John Price doesn't understand why her very presence at the bar causes the hairs of his neck to stick straight up--or why her laugh causes his chest to tighten. He can't find a word to describe how she makes him feel. Exasperated? No. Disturbed? Again, no. Ever since he dared to make the suggestion of finding a better uniform, she seems to avoid him like a plague. In hindsight, her outfit wasn't a big deal. Of course there are certain rules in the military that are bound to be broken when one of your soldiers sports a mohawk and another a skull balaclava--standard issue uniforms aren't exactly enforced.

John sits alone at the bar, stealing glances over at the woman sitting next to Soap, Ghost, and Gaz. Hm, she did something different to her hair tonight. Choppy locks are pulled back into a braid--revealing more of her face. Is that makeup? Her lids are smudged brown, lips quite more pink than usual. Bloody hell, why's he thinking about her makeup? John turns away to stare at the glass in hand--chest constricting almost painfully as he hears another laugh echo from from her.

Here I am, and you're a Rocket Queen

I might be a little young, but, honey I ain't naive

Here I am, and you're a Rocket Queen

I might be too much, but, honey you're a bit obscene

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"Think ye got an admirer, lass." Johnny elbows my ribcage before pointing not-so-secretively at our captain at the bar. I roll my eyes, taking a swig of my beer before flicking his forehead. "Ouch! Ye wound me!" The Scotsman rubs his forehead and leans away from me with a pouty expression.

I begin to pick at the already chipped black polish adorning my fingernails before retorting. "He's just thinkin' of another thing I'm doing wrong. I expected different from what you boys have told me, seems like he's got a stick up the arse." Johnny and Gaz erupt in a fit of giggles--obviously feeling the effects of the many beers they have already downed. A low chuckle emits from the other Brit at the table, and I find myself incredibly proud of getting the lieutenant to laugh.

Ghost leans over to whisper in my ear. "He jus' doesn't know what to make out o' you." I look back over at our captain and unexpectedly connect with his steely gaze. I'm lost in the blue-grey of his irises before he quickly breaks away.

"Think so?" Ghost eyes narrow as I stay unrelenting in watching our captain. Instead of a reply, I'm met with a nod. "Hm." The captain's broad back remains turned for the rest of my observance. As much as his little order regarding my uniform irked me, something about the man draws me in.

Here I am, and you're a Rocket Queen

I might be a little young, but, honey I ain't naive

Here I am, and you're a Rocket Queen

I might be too much, but, honey you're a bit obscene

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Minutes, or maybe hours later, I break away to use the bathroom to freshen up. The wooden door creaks back open as I take a step out I am met with the same blue-grey eyes that captivated me earlier. I quickly scowl, prepared to give him the same treatment as I have been providing this whole week. To my irritation, he quickly grins down at me--almost as if he enjoys my displeasure.

"Enjoying your night?" He continues to block my path and the narrow hallway just barely allows for his wide shoulders to press against it.

"I was." My hand continues to grip onto the door handle tightly. The captain leans closer--the strong aroma of cigars and cologne filling my nostrils.

"Was?" His voice lowers.

Unable to bite back a snarky response with the help of the alcohol running through my veins, my mouth speaks for me. "I was, until you came along." Fuck, there goes my job.

Blue-grey eyes narrow imperceptibly. "I can't be that bad, darling." My hand grows numb as I grip the door knob tighter. Darling? Must've had too much to drink if I'm imagining this. "In fact, it's you that is ruining things."

"Pardon?" I stare at him, mouth agape.

The captain scoffs, resting his fist at the wall next to me. "You. Ever since you showed up, you've been driving me bloody insane."

Before I can stop myself, I poke a finger against his chest. "Me? You're the one with his panties in a twist about my uniform."

His fist knocks lightly against the wood as he leans closer. "I wouldn't have to tell you these things if you just followed the rules. Instead you've just been..."

It is now my turn to lean closer as the fire replaces alcohol in my veins--burning at me to respond. "What?"

"Absolutely obscene." My eyes widen as his head tilts down--noses only inches apart. "You. You and your bloody music, your messy hair, your obnoxious laugh. I don't know what it is, but everything you do drives me insane." Blue-grey eyes trail down my face and the bristles of his beard poke at me as we both lean closer.

Hot breath fans against my face and I mirror the actions of his eyes. "The feeling's mutual." My finger poking at his chest is suddenly grasping at the fabric of his jacket. His fist slides down from the wall to yank my waist closer. Our lips meet in a harsh kiss--tongues battling for dominance over the other. He pushes me backwards into the bathroom--locking the door behind him without removing himself from my lips.

His large hands trail down from my waist to grip my thighs tightly, lifting me up to sit on the sink. I quickly wrap my legs around his hips--pressing myself against his jeans for any friction I can gain. He juts his hips against mine, rubbing against my pants. The captain breaks away from my kiss to mark the skin of my neck. His wet lips kiss the soft skin before biting down to stake his claim. "Absolutely. Fucking. Insane." He mutters before kisses.

His hands roughly pull off my shirt and unbutton my bra--throwing them to the ground. Before I can protest against settling my clothing on the dirty floor, I'm shut up by the sensation of his tongue swirling around my breast. A calloused hand massages the skin of my other breast, pinching at my sensitive nipple. "Fuck." My head tilts back against the bathroom mirror and I quickly try to pull up his shirt. He pauses his ministrations to assist me and soon my eyes are met with the sight of his muscular torso--pink scars, old and newer, litter his chest. Dark tufts of hair swirl around his pecs, scattering down to the trail leading into his jeans.

"Still thinkin' I'm that bad, darling?" His husky voice pulls me from my daydream as he leans forward to press a wet kiss against my lips.

I place my arms around his neck--threading my fingers through his hair. "I can be convinced." He chuckles against my lips, smiling as he begins to lead a trail of kisses down from my stomach.

"This alright love?" He kneels in front of me--his head between my thighs as he grips them tightly.

"Fuck, yes." I groan, helping him remove the lower portion of my clothing. My panties are practically already soaked through--shown by the embarrassing wet patch sticking to my skin.

His eyes darken as he pulls my thighs apart to stare, before looking back up to me. "Call me John when you moan my name, alright love?" Before I can muster a sarcastic response, he presses a kiss against my soaked panties and I let out a low moan. John begins to kiss all along my inner thighs before slowly pulling my underwear aside.

The air hits my exposed hole before being warmed by his breath blowing against it. "Fuck, John, stop teasing." My hips rut up before he roughly pushes them back down.

"You stay still, or else you won't get anything." A whine is choked out from my throat by the sensation of his tongue pressing against my folds. My eyes flutter close as his tongue flicks against my slick slowly.

"John." Another moan escapes me as his tongue swirls against my clit. His coarse beard rubs against me and I try with all my power to hold still. After catching a taste of what I have to offer, John quickens his pace. His large hands hold me steady as his tongue eagerly laps at me--my hips shaking as his pace becomes unrelenting. "John." I repeat his name more urgently as his tongue enters me. His hand trails down from my thigh and he coats a finger in my slick before curling it into me. "John, fuck." His finger fucks into me as his tongue suckles at my clit. Another finger is added--stretching me out further. "Fuck, John, I'm close."

A loud moan escapes me and I look down to meet the blue-grey of his eyes once more. "Be good and cum for your captain." His voice rumbles against me and my hips stutter as I quickly fall over the edge--my eyes screwed shut as I ride out my peak. He removes his fingers, licking at the mess I've made around them. John stands up, pressing his jeans against my puffy clit. I make a feeble attempt to pull his jeans off, before he swats my hands away to do it himself.

Yanking his pants down, his cock springs from his boxers--the tip reddened and angry. "Need to be in this pretty cunt of yours." He murmurs, pressing his forehead against mine. John leans forward to kiss me, my slick still coated along his lips. The head of his cock presses needly against my hole as he grips my hips tightly. I begin to whine as he presses into me, the thickness stretching me out far more than his fingers. "Atta girl, almost there." His breath fans against my neck as he kisses along the already purple bruises from earlier.

My nails dig into the skin of his biceps and a gasp escapes me once he is fully inside. "Fuck." The wind feels as if it's knocked out of me. I whimper against his sweaty chest, leaning my head against his pec. His hips slowly pull away before sliding back in.

"Doin' so good for me. So good." John kisses along my jaw, holding me tightly as he begins to quicken his pace. His hips snap quickly into mine, always entering me fully. I begin to lose myself in the feeling as each motion allows for his pelvis to rub against my clit. Between kisses along my neck and shoulder, breathless moans emit from John. I quickly begin to reach my peak once more. "Fuck, you're gonna cum 'round me. Fuck, that's a good girl." John groans wildly as I clench around him. I hold him tightly as my body goes limp in his hold, letting out soft whimpers against his chest. He continues at a brutal pace before his hips stutter against mine. Our lips find each other again in a bruising kiss as he moans against me, spilling hot ropes of cum inside of me.

We both catch our breath, his hips still pressed against mine as I feel the hot liquid of his spend leaking from me. "Still think I'm that bad?" I laugh as he repeats his question from earlier.

"I can be convinced." John laughs, kissing my lips lightly as we hold each other.

We finally pull ourselves together, leaving the bathroom only to hear the whoops and hollers of the team while we leave the bar holding hands with sweaty faces and wide grins.

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-P

[midnight-moth-musings]

Rocket Queen

Captain John Price x mechanic reader, slight enemies to lovers

Part 2

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If I say I don't need anyone, I can say these things to you

'Cause I can turn on anyone just like I've turned on you

I've got a tongue like a razor, a sweet switchblade knife

And I can do you favors but then you'll do whatever I like

John Price knows almost everything about everyone on base--part of his job as Captain is to always be informed. So when he walks into the cafeteria one morning and finds someone new sitting next to Soap and Gaz, he is utterly perplexed. He steals glances at the boisterous young woman engrossed in conversation with the two young men as he makes his coffee. Long, choppy hair frames her face wildly almost as if the tendrils have a life of their own. John searches for any clue as to her rank but finds nothing--the woman is dressed in black overalls with a grey long sleeve beneath them. Quite unprofessional, John tells himself. The edges of her shirt lift as she reaches over the table for pepper to reveal the swirling black ink adorning her wrists. She tilts her head back to laugh loudly--hair becoming messier by the second. What could possibly be so funny?

Here I am, and you're a Rocket Queen

I might be a little young, but, honey, I ain't naive

Here I am, and you're a Rocket Queen, oh yeah

I might be too much, but, honey, you're a bit obscene

The woman leaves the table seconds before John arrives--seconds before he is able to learn who she is. Soap and Gaz seem to notice the faraway look in their Captain's eyes and answer the question before he even has to ask it--

"You've never met the base mechanic, hm, Captain?" Gaz grins up at him in between mouthfuls of his food.

"Aye, she's proper fun." Soap winks, nudging Gaz with a laugh. John sits down next to the two and simply grunts in acknowledgment. He mentally takes note of this small bit of information--curious to learn more about this mysterious woman.

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I've seen everything imaginable pass before these eyes

I've had everything that's tangible, honey, you'd be surprised

I'm a sexual innuendo in this burned out paradise

If you turn me on to anything, you better turn me on tonight

The sweet sound of Guns N' Roses blaring from an old speaker on my desk fills the garage as I work on the repairs of a Humvee that has seen far too much action in the field. Nonetheless--Gaz and Soap insist that its their favorite one, so of course I'll make sure the old beast is running until it falls apart. Dust and grease coat my arms in heavy strokes as if given by Van Gogh as I fiddle with the underbelly of the great beast above my head. I am jolted from my focus as a pair of boots walks into view from my place below the Humvee. I kick my heels to roll out on my creeper and wipe at the sweaty locks of hair sticking to my forehead.

"Music is a bit loud." I look up from my seat to see the unamused face of Captain John Price staring down at me.

I stand up with a grunt, wiping my hands on my overalls. The man standing before me crosses his arms as he still looks down on me. Damnit, why's he so tall? Makes him even more intimidating. I choke out a nervous laugh, ruffling a hand through my bangs. "Yeah, well, no one ever comes down here. Figured I could play my music as loud as I wanted."

Anxiety bubbles in my stomach as the man looks over me. "Right. Well, I wanted to come down here and introduce myself. Seeing as we haven't met before and you must be new. I'm Captain John Price." He holds out an arm and I take his hand, shaking it. His hand practically envelopes mine--squeezing tightly in greeting, before disconnecting.

"I've actually been here for five months." His eyes widen in disbelief at the revelation and I have to hold back a laugh. "Sergeant Y/N L/N, base mechanic, sir." We stand in an awkward state of silence for a moment--save for the blaring of my speaker. The captain glances pointedly at the speaker and I walk over to my laptop to pause the music. "Right, sorry sir."

He places his hands on his vest, gripping the straps tightly before stepping closer to me. "Interesting taste in music." He leans forward to glance at the screen of my laptop showing my playlist. I watch as his eyes flicker down the screen--before he nods in approval.

"Interesting? Is that good or bad, sir?" My words come out more defensively than I had meant for, but the captain's mouth quirks up as if trying to hide a smile.

Clear blue eyes meet mine when he turns to look at me and I find my heart skipping a beat. "Good." My cheeks heat up and I have to remind myself--this is your captain, pull yourself together. "I'll let you get back to your work then." He takes a few steps away before looking back over at me hesitantly. I watch as his eyes trail down my form and I suddenly feel self conscious of my ripped, greasy overalls. "I'd like for you to find a more...standard uniform."

My eyes immediately narrow and I cross my arms to stare back at him. "Standard uniform? I never realized mechanics were required to wear standard issue. Not many soldiers even follow that rule." The air between us thins as we lock into a stare.

Immediately, the captain's demeanor changes. I hold my breath as he grips the straps of his vest tighter--voice lowering an octave as he replies. "Are you questioning an order, solider?"

I bite back a snarky reply. "No, sir." The edge of his mouth twitches and I imagine I am about to receive a verbal warning--certainly not the first of my career. Instead, he simply nods. The captain turns on his heels and walks away--leaving my head spinning as to if I'm more irritated or intrigued by him.

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Part 2 will be coming tomorrow. I wanted it to be one part, but I have a bit of a headache at the moment so I decided to post part of it :)

-P

[midnight-moth-musings]

Unrequited Part 2

Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader, slight John "Soap" Mactavish x reader

Part 1

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After a restless night of attempting to sleep, I wake up the next morning in a continued state of confusion. I groggily rub at my eyes as I sit up in my bed. I raise my hand to gently trace my fingers over my lips--lips that had felt the warmth of another's just eight hours before and now feel lonely without them. After months of pining for Johnny, my heart now leans in another direction. Simon's words echo through me from the night before. I'd learn everything about you if it meant you'd look at me the way you look at him.

How could I have been so blind? How could I have missed it? I had always brushed off the small glances he'd throw my way during meetings as a sign to pay closer attention to the briefing. I would chalk up the gentle brush of his hand against my waist as he'd pass by me in the kitchen as nothing more than friendly. The way he always had my coffee ready in the morning--hot and made to my liking as if he'd memorized my whole routine.

I quickly stand up from my bed and fumble around my room for a fresh pair of cargo pants and a hoodie. I barely manage to tie the laces of my combat boots before a loud knock echos from my door. My heart skips a beat and a smile spreads across my face as I imagine it's Simon--however I open the door to see Johnny standing outside with a serious expression.

He beams brightly as I step through the doorway. "Hey lass."

"Morning." I murmur. "What are you doing here?"

Johnny's eyes seem to flicker behind me--as if he was expecting another presence in the room. "Well, I saw ye left early last night and I wanted to check up on ye."

"Oh." I lean against my doorframe as I continue staring up at him. "I was a bit tired, so Simon offered to take me back to base." Johnny's gaze darkens for a moment and he scoffs lightly. "What?"

He simply shakes his head and mutters quietly. "Of course he'd offer to take ye back." My mind begins to spin in circles as I try to decipher the implications of his statement.

"What do you mean by that?" My breath catches as Johnny leans closer. My body tenses as he places a hand on my cheek--I can't help but compare the feeling to that of Simon's last night. While about the same size, Johnny's hand is ever so slightly softer. Perhaps the softer sensation of it should feel more welcome against my skin--however it feels...wrong.

He brushes a stray hair behind my ear before answering. "I always knew he fancied ye."

I find myself pulling back from his touch--his words striking a cord within me. "What does it matter to you?" Johnny rolls his eyes in annoyance.

"He's only trying to get under my skin because he knows I fancy ye too." My stomach drops at his admission and my eyes widen.

"Johnny..." He stops me by suddenly leaning forward to press his lips against mine--his hands wrapping around my waist. There have been countless times where I have imagined this exact moment--Johnny kissing me and professing his feelings. I expect my body to erupt in fireworks, to feel butterflies in my stomach, or to even experience a sudden burst of electricity coursing through my veins. However, I find that I feel nothing. No fireworks, or butterflies, or electricity. Nothing.

I pull away from his hold and push him away. Johnny stares back at me in confusion but continues to hold a hand at my waist. "How do I like my coffee?"

He tilts his head for a moment and lets out a laugh. "Why does that matter?" My feelings are only solidified by his response and I shake my head in disbelief.

"If you liked me, why did you spend the night with that blonde from the bar?" I begin to remember the jealousy I had felt last night watching him with another woman.

Johnny's brows furrow as he stutters out a reply. "That? That was just harmless flirting." He smiles brightly and leans closer once more. "C'mon, I know ye fancy me." As Johnny leans forward to press his lips against mine once more, I hear the loud footsteps of another enter the hallway. My head turns quickly and I gasp as I make eye contact with Simon. His brown eyes flash with hurt as he quickly observes the closeness of Johnny and I. Guilt fills my body as my gaze drops to the two mugs of coffee resting in his hands. Johnny turns to flash a smug grin and Simon quickly turns to walk away.

"Simon, wait!" I push Johnny away harshly and take a step away.

"Y/N!" Johnny calls out to me.

I turn back to look at him. "I did have a crush on you, Johnny. But now I realize it was a one-sided infatuation. You don't care about me the way he does. I only wish I saw it sooner..." Johnny simply nods in response and turns to walk away with a frown. I quickly turn on my heels to run down the hallway to find Simon and explain everything. My heart beats rapidly as I realize he is nowhere to be seen. I run back to his room and pray he's inside. I knock at the door rapidly. "Simon?" I repeat his name several times.

The door swings open and I sigh in relief. "What?" The coldness of his voice startles me. I look up to see his eyes are pointedly staring down at the ground--away from me. His balaclava is missing from his face and I can clearly see his frown.

"Johnny kissed me." I breathe out quickly. "He kissed me."

"I saw." He continues to avoid making eye contact and I reach out to grab his hand--tugging at it in frustration.

"You're not listening. He kissed me. He kissed me, and I felt absolutely nothing." Simon's eyes flicker up from the ground to meet my gaze. "When you kissed me last night, I felt things I'd never felt before. I never realized what I wanted all along was standing right in front of me. You're not the second choice, Simon. You're the only choice."

Simon squeezes my hand and I smile in relief. "Is that right love?" He places his other hand on my cheek tenderly. The rough pad of his thumb rubs against my skin and I feel my cheeks heat up under his gaze.

"I'm sorry I didn't see it sooner." I whisper, leaning closer against him.

He shakes his head--eyes crinkling as he smiles down at me. "You don't need to be sorry, love. I knew you'd come 'round eventually." Simon's arms move to pull me closer by my waist and I laugh as he holds me against his chest.

"Mm, you knew it?" I place my hands on his chest and smile widely up at him.

Simon scoffs, squeezing me tightly against his broad form. "Of course." The gap between us closes and I am met with the familiar sensation of his lips against mine. The empty nothing I had felt with Johnny is replaced by the everything I feel with Simon. Fireworks, butterflies, and electricity is not enough to describe it--kissing him feels as if our bodies are two pieces of one puzzle fitting together perfectly. I silently curse myself for being such a fool as to not see it sooner. All I've ever wanted--no, all I've ever needed, was him.

We pull away after a moment and I find him staring down at me with a grin--the pink scars decorating his face twisting into a perfect piece of artwork that would challenge the likes of history's greatest artists. "Join me for breakfast." I nod in agreement and Simon pulls me inside of his room. As he hands me the cup of coffee he had made for me, I find my heart skipping a beat.

Coffee made with a disgusting amount of cream and sugar has never tasted better.

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-P

[midnight-moth-musings]

Masterlist

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Unrequited Part 1 Part 2

Unspoken, Mactavish reader Part 1 Part 2

John "Soap" Mactavish

The Butcher's Boy, medieval au Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 (coming soon)

Captain John Price

Rocket Queen, mechanic reader Part 1 Part 2

[midnight-moth-musings]

Unrequited

John "Soap" Mactavish x reader, Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader

Part 2

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The bitter taste of the bourbon in my cup does nothing to ease the stabbing pain in my chest as I watch Johnny leaned over against the bar flirting with some pretty blonde. I grip the glass tightly--unable to look away as Johnny leans in to whisper something in her ear. He brushes her hair back and she laughs. She's perfect--not a single scar to be seen on the skin revealed by her skintight dress. Perhaps I should've worn a dress, or at least done my makeup. Maybe then, he'd notice me.

I begrudgingly tear my eyes away to settle in the dark abyss of the liquid in my glass--swirling it around for a moment before setting it down on the wood table with a light thud. I take a moment to stare down at the charm bracelet around my wrist and spin it around as a distraction. I finish my glass, only accomplishing a slight buzz before I find myself staring at the two of them again. My attention is pulled away by the light nudge of someone's elbow. I tilt my head, ready to snap at whoever is disrupting my focus--only to be met with the curious brown eyes of my lieutenant.

"Somethin' on your mind?" His gruff voice catches me off guard as he continues to stare right through me.

I scoff, leaning back in my seat as my eyes flicker between him and the pair at the bar. In the corner of my eye, I see Johnny lean in to kiss the woman and I quickly refocus on Simon. "No." I grumble.

Simon's eyes narrow as he looks over at the bar and I know I've been caught. He looks back at my empty glass and nods. "Why don't I take you back to base, hm?" I know he only offers as a means to spare me of having to see Johnny take the girl home--allowing my illogical, lovestruck brain to deny the inevitable turn the night will take.

"Okay." I allow him to help me out of my seat and steer me out of the pub. I force myself to ignore Johnny as we walk out--missing the way he stares after me and Simon as we leave.

Simon opens my door for me silently, before getting in the car on the other side to drive. I tilt my head to look out the window--hoping to spare myself of any pitiful looks he throws my way. The ride back to base is silent and I find myself dozing off. I am jolted awake by the opening of my door as Simon offers a hand to me. His calloused hands grip onto me tightly as he steers me back to my room.

"He isn't right for you." His whisper breaks the comforting blanket of silence and I turn to face him. I lean my back against the door to my room, tilting my head up to meet his gaze.

"What do you mean by that?" He stares back at me blankly and I almost wonder if I imagined the comment.

A brief flash of emotion crosses his eyes--although I am unable to decipher it. "He doesn't understand you."

Emboldened by the alcohol in my system, I cross my arms and reply with a twinge of annoyance. "How would you know that?" Simon rolls his eyes and my feel my face heat up.

He tilts his head and leans closer to me. "Does he know how you take your coffee in the morning?"

I scoff, looking up at him in disbelief. "That's a random question. Does it matter?" Simon chuckles lowly--shaking his head as he places his hand on the wall above me. My heart thumps wildly in my chest as he leans closer.

"Of course it bloody matters. The bastard should know how you like your coffee. He should know damn well everything you like." The scent of cigarette smoke and leather fills my nose with the close proximity and I take a moment to think about his reply.

My voice breaks as I whisper back, "No one cares enough to know any of that." Simon shakes his head again--staring at me as if I know nothing.

"You're wrong." He takes a deep breath before leaning even closer to me--our noses only inches apart. My eyes flicker between his piercing gaze to his balaclava covered lips that I can just barely see the outline of. "You take your coffee with a disgusting amount of cream and sugar 'cause you hate the taste. You hate the taste of bourbon too--you only drink it when you're upset and want to get drunk fast."

My hands fiddle nervously with the edges of my long sleeved shirt as I hold them at my sides and try to force myself to deny the truth of his statements. "Those are little things. Little things anyone could notice."

Simon's eyes narrow calculatingly. "Right. You spin your bracelet around when you're thinkin'. You never take it off--even for a mission. It's 'cause your mum gave it to you when you were 16."

I gasp as he places a hand on my cheek--the rough skin feeling inexplicably comforting. "Why do you know all of this?"

"I'd learn everything about you if it meant you'd look at me the way you look at him." Simon's eyes gloss over for a moment as he blinks down at me. "Bloody hell, the way you're lookin' at me r'now...going to give this poor bastard hope."

I hesitantly raise a hand to cup his jaw--feeling the scratchy fabric of his mask. "Simon." He doesn't stop me as I slowly pull up the fabric to rest on the bridge of his nose. My actions expose his pale skin--blonde stubble covering the lower portion of his face. I can't stop myself from staring at the beauty of the pink scars across his mouth and eventually my eyes land on his lips. His other hand comes to rest on the other side of my face and he pulls me close. Our lips meet in a tender kiss--although not rough, I swear my lips will bruise by how urgently he presses against me.

We pull away after a moment and I find myself breathing quickly. I begin to pull him down for another kiss, but he stops me. "You've had too much to drink tonight, love." He murmurs--stopping himself just short of my aching lips. "I...I don't want to be your second choice. We can talk 'bout this tomorrow, yeah?" As much as I wish to disagree, I know only hours before this I was pining for Johnny.

"Okay." I smile up at him, nodding in agreement. "Tomorrow." I watch as Simon briefly smiles--then pulls his balaclava back down. He turns to leave and I open the door to my room. I sigh, lying down on the bed as I try to make sense of the feelings bubbling up in my stomach.

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-P

[midnight-moth-musings]

The Butcher's Boy, Part 4: Escape

John "Soap" Mactavish x reader, medieval au

warnings: smut, unprotected sex

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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The wind whips at my face and I kick at my steed to gallop faster and faster. Thunder booms in the distance and I begin to feel cold droplets pierce my exposed skin. My hands grip at the reins tightly and I continue to steer my mount in the direction of town. My heart beats in tandem with the loud clacking of hooves against cobblestone. We soon reach the familiar darkened street of Johnny's home and I quickly yank the reins back. The horse neighs in frustration and I pat its neck apologetically before dismounting. The edges of my skirts are dampened by cold rainwater and pieces of hair stick to my neck.

A light flickers inside of Johnny's brick home after my fist knocks against the wooden door urgently. Before the door opens fully, I am already pushing inside. "Bonnie?" I shut the door and fasten the lock before catching my breath. "Bonnie, what are ye doing 'ere?" My heart continues pounding and I finally look over at his concerned gaze. A sob escapes my throat and I launch myself into his arms.

"T-They...my mother--" Johnny's strong arms wrap around me tightly to steady my body. "The King chose me as his bride." Johnny stiffens. We stand together silently for a moment before he inhales deeply.

"Is that what ye want?" I tilt my head up hurriedly.

"No! Of course not. I-I do not wish to be queen. I want..." Johnny's brows furrow as he waits for me to continue. "I want love! I wish to love the person of my choosing and to be loved in full by them."

His blue eyes flicker around my face for any sign of uncertainty. "Even if it costs ye everything? The money, the fancy home, yer family?."

I bite my lower lip nervously before nodding. "None of that matters to me." I place a hand on his chest hesitantly, praying I have not misread the boundaries of our relationship. "I would give it all up in a matter of seconds if it meant I could be with you." Johnny grips me tighter against his body--his calloused hands pressed against my waist.

"I cannot give ye the pretty things yer used to..." He leans closer to lean his forehead against mine.

"All I ask is to be loved by you." Johnny tilts his head and our lips press together instantly. His hands grasp tightly onto the fabric of my dress at my waist.

He pauses for a moment--looking at me with a small smile. "I may not be a king, but I will love ye 'til the end of my days." I breathe a sigh of relief at his admission and pull him down for another chaste kiss--smiling against his lips.

"And I promise to love you until the end of mine." My body is lifted from the ground and Johnny twirls me around in his arms with a laugh. His eyes crinkle as he grins down at me--pressing his lips against mine once more. I gasp as his hands tug at my waist, pushing me against the nearby wall. Our previous kisses were chaste and innocent--never lasting more than a few seconds. My body begins to heat up as our lips clash against one another wildly--eager to feel as much of him as possible. Johnny's hand trails down my hip and I let out a squeak of surprise as he lifts my dress to caress the soft skin of my thigh.

Johnny pulls away to question, "Is this okay with ye, dove?"

My hands tremble as they lower from his chest to the edge of his tunic. "I want this, I want you." A low growl escapes his throat as my hands move aside the fabric of his shirt to caress his exposed skin. Before I can continue, Johnny lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. His lips press against mine roughly as he walks to his bedroom. Johnny sets me down on the bed to pull off his tunic--my cheeks reddening as my eyes flicker down the expanse of his chest to the dark hair trailing down to the edge of his trousers. He simply smiles at my shy demeanor, kneeling at the edge of the bed before me.

My hands fumble at my waist as I try to tug the strings of my corset undone, and Johnny laughs. "Let me, bonnie." Before I can protest, he quickly unties my corset allows it to drop to the floor. He places a hand on my cheek and lifts my head to kiss my neck. A series of hot, breathy kisses are laid upon my skin and my body falls limp in his embrace. My arms wrap around his neck to pull him closer against me. His large form presses me further down into the bed and my head hits the pillow behind me. Johnny's bearded jaw tickles against my collarbone as he continues to press wet kisses along my skin.

His hands tug my dress off of my body, leaving me completely exposed to his gaze. My arm begins to fold across my bare chest before Johnny stops me by grabbing my wrist. His eyes flicker down my exposed skin and I feel my stomach flutter anxiously. "Don't hide, dove." He whispers, before leaning down to press a kiss to my sternum. I gasp at the unfamiliar sensation of his lips against my breast--his tongue flicking experimentally along the delicate skin. His hand squeezes my other breast as he continues his ministrations. My breasts pebble under his calloused hands and he slowly trails his mouth down to the edge of my hip. My head rolls back and my hands grasp at strands of his hair. Johnny groans against my skin as I tug at his hair. His head tilts up and I blush as his eyes crinkle in a lopsided grin. "Ye enjoying this, aye?"

"Stop teasing." I whine, placing one of my legs on his shoulder. Johnny turns to kiss my thigh softly.

"Ye sure? Have you ever..." Johnny trails off and I shake my head sheepishly.

"N-No. I want it to be with you, I trust you." Ocean blue eyes stare back at me for a moment before he smiles once more. Johnny's hot breath fans against my inner thigh as he kisses up slowly. I bite my lip at the feeling of his lips pressing against my wet heat. Johnny's tongue flicks against my folds as his hand holds my hip steady against the bed. My body trembles at the sensation of his tongue exploring me eagerly and I feel a heat build in my stomach. His thumb presses against my sensitive bundle of nerves and I feel his tongue continue to enter my folds as if he is starved for the taste. The coil in my stomach suddenly snaps and I let out a whimper--my vision going white.

"Ye with me still, dove?" My eyes blink rapidly as I regain my senses and I look down to see Johnny's wide grin. He presses one last kiss against my inner thigh before standing up. "Ye want more?" His hands rest hesitantly along his trousers.

"Please." Johnny's brow quirks up and he lets out a low laugh.

"Aye, how could I say no to that?" I gulp as Johnny tugs his pants down to reveal his hardened length. My eyes flicker down from the dark brown hair trailing down his abdomen to the pink tip of his cock. Johnny climbs onto the bed--his large body towering over me. His hand grips his length and slowly drags it along my slick folds. My hand covers my mouth as I bite back a moan. Johnny leans down to press a kiss against my lips, nudging my hand away. "None of that, I want to hear ye." Johnny taps the head of his cock against my clit before slowly entering the tight walls of my pussy. I whimper against his mouth and my eyes water at the painful stretching around his large member. "Yer doin' so well, dove. Just a bit more." I gasp as he fully enters me, stilling for a moment to allow me to adjust.

I inhale deeply, feeling filled to the brim. My arms wrap around his neck and I nod. "You can move now." Johnny smiles warmly, kissing my jaw before snapping his hips against mine. I moan loudly as the pain quickly transforms into ecstasy. Johnny groans as my walls flutter around him and he quickens his pace. One of his hands steadies my waist and the other trails down to press his thumb against my clit. The sound of heated moans and skin slapping against each other fills the room as we are both lost in the pleasure of our connection. I feel myself reach the familiar peak of before and I wrap my legs around his waist tighter. "Atta girl." Johnny growls into my ear as I whimper his name over and over. I feel myself fall over the edge and Johnny follows soon after--panting against my neck as he finishes deeply inside of me.

Johnny rolls to my side--pulling me against his chest in a tight embrace. I catch my breath as our bare, sweaty skin presses together. I lean my head against his hairy chest and my eyes flutter tiredly. He kisses my forehead tenderly. "I love ye," he whispers softly.

"I love you." I murmur against his chest. "I love you." I repeat again as I feel myself drift off into sleep--comforted by the feeling of him wrapped around me.

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This is my first time writing smut, so bear with me :)

-P

[midnight-moth-musings]

The Butcher's Boy, Part 3: The King

John "Soap" Mactavish x reader, medieval au

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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The grey-blue sky extends infinitely through the edge of my peripherals. My fingers are tickled by blades of grass. The tendrils prickle against the exposed skin of my palms. The air smells of wildflowers, fresh dirt, and vaguely of burnt firewood. I lay flat on the grass without a single care in the world. I feel as though I'm almost floating amongst the many birds of the sky in between clouds.

My body is grounded by the sudden movement of another's skin against my forearm. My head turns over as I smile at the man beside me--a blade of grass now tickling my nose.

"Ye enjoying it here, bonnie?" I'm met with the crooked grin of my blue-eyed, handsome companion.

"It's beautiful here. Thank you for bringing me out here Johnny." In the past week, Johnny has stayed true to his word--accompanying me on trips I take after sneaking out of my home.

"Aye. Well, it's not the most beautiful sight I've seen."

My brow quirks curiously. "What, then?" Johnny looks back up to the sky for a moment in thought before turning back to face me. His hand reaches out cautiously before resting against the edge of my cheekbone.

"You." He whispers softly. I would roll my eyes at the cheesiness of the statement, if he didn't gaze at me so seriously. We lay in a comfortable silence for a few moments and I notice his eyes flicker down to my lips. I repeat the motion, praying he cannot hear the thumping of my heart against my chest wall.

"Johnny." Our heads lean closer and I hear the grass crunching underneath us.

"Bonnie." He murmurs. My heart begins pounding faster. "Can I kiss you?" His blue eyes flicker back down to my lips. My breath catches in my throat and words begin to fail me, I simply nod. "I need to hear it, dove."

"Please." My voice barely expresses the plea before his lips brush against mine. At first, his lips feel soft and gentle against my own--almost as if he fears I will pull away. My hands finally interpret the signals of my brain and reach out to grasp his shirt tightly to pull him closer. His hand moves slowly down my cheekbone to the back of my neck. Our lips remain interlocked until we have to part for air. Johnny pulls away carefully to rest his forehead against mine as we catch our breath.

We both smile instantaneously and Johnny grabs me by the waist to pull me closer. I laugh in his arms as he squeezes me tightly--kissing my cheek and forehead tenderly. With each kiss, my heart skips a beat. We spend hours in that meadow together, trading kisses until the sun begins to set.

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Johnny accompanies me home, sending me inside with a kiss and a promise to see one another the next day. I slip past the gates quickly and enter the manor hoping to avoid the Clara's questioning. A cold hand wraps around my wrist just as I close the door and I gasp as I'm turned to face the stern expression of my mother.

"Where have you been?" My mother grips my wrist tighter as she inspects my dirty dress and disheveled appearance. "Your dress is covered in dirt! And you come home at sunset!"

"I-I was--" She cuts me off quickly by raising her hand, shaking her head in disappointment.

"I will not hear any of your excuses. You are late for the ball tonight. How do you expect to earn the King's hand in marriage if you show up late to his events?" With a huff, she gestures to our nearby housemaids and they bring me upstairs to get dressed for the ball. Every sharp pin poking into my head, every tightening of my corset, and every scolding of my mother causes me to press my nails deeper into my palms--crescent moon bruises forming along them as evidence of my frustration. After I have been dressed and I no longer recognize the woman staring back in the mirror, I am ushered quickly by carriage to the ball. My mother mutters to herself the entire ride and I can only hope to pass the time by holding onto my day with Johnny. I try to hold back a grin as I envision all the ways to ruin a possible courtship between me and the King.

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We reach the palace quickly and my mother drags me quickly inside. "Ah! You have not missed the introduction." She smiles in relief before pushing me in line. I grab the skirts of my dress with a huff as I join the other women. A few minutes later, a booming voice from inside the doors begin to announce me.

"Lady Y/N Dimitrescu. Daughter of the Duke and Duchess of Vivane, Ferdinand and Alcina." I slowly make my way through the doors. My eyes widen as I notice the hundreds of people in attendance staring at me. My eyes flicker around the room and land on the King sitting in his throne watching me carefully. I curtsy as gracefully as I can muster in my tight corset before making my way down to join the others in attendance. I breath a sigh of relief as the focus is no longer on me.

The ball proceeds and I take every step possible to avoid my mother. Just as I think I have succeeded, a familiar cold hand grabs my arm and tugs me over to the King. "You will remember what you have been taught. Make me proud." She whispers threateningly into my ear as I am pushed toward the King.

I manage a another measly curtsy and look up to greet him. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, King Phillip." I almost pinch myself over the sickening tone of my voice. The man in front of me only nods boredly before looking up and down my body. His eyes narrow as he seems to calculate the worth of my features. He seems almost pleased--a sickening grin spreading over his face.

"I like this one." He turns to an advisor before waving me away. I walk away in confusion, my mother nodding as she observes the interaction. I spend the rest of the night in the company of a champagne glass as my mother continues to seek the King's company--likely to gain his favor.

The King claps his hands to draw the crowd to attention. "I have chosen a bride." The people of the room begin to whisper amongst themselves. My eyes flicker over to my mother who holds a smile. I look back over to the King in time to hear my name. "Lady Y/N Dimitrescu!" My stomach drops as hundreds of eyes look my way and the King extends his arms toward me. I do the only rational thing in mind--and run. I push past people carelessly, picking up my dress as I run outside. I ignore the shouts of my mother and the others inside and run to an available horse. I quickly rip my skirt to allow my body to climb atop the mount, kicking the stallion into motion.

"Y/N! Y/N, you would not dare!" My mother screams, her face reddened in anger. I simply kick the horse once more to spur it into a gallop as I ride quickly away from the palace. The only thought in mind is finding Johnny.

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Bonus points if you recognize the Resident Evil reference lol

-P

[midnight-moth-musings]

The Butcher's Boy, Part 2: The Alley

John "Soap" Mactavish x reader, medieval au

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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In the following days, I find myself lost in endless daydreams of my meeting with him. Blue was previously a least favorite color of mine--one would say I almost despised it. But now? Now I find myself evaluating any shade of blue to find a color matching those captivating eyes. No shade of fabric in my wardrobe, nor in my home has managed to match it. Perhaps the sky has come closest? Over time, I find myself yearning for a dress made of the same blue--something to tie me back to what I felt in those brief moments with him.

I awaken one morning with a sense of purpose. Quickly, I dress myself in the first dress and cloak I find in my wardrobe. I carefully tip toe down the gaudy stairs of my home--which are far too endless for my taste. I reach the end and carefully look into the foyer for the presence of my mother. I mentally clap myself over my back to celebrate my luck as she is nowhere to be seen. With a wide grin, I pull my cloak over my head and leave my home quickly.

I enjoy traveling by foot and walking among the common people in town, even if it was forbidden. My mother has always shown distaste for interacting with those she deems below our family--even turning her nose up at the possibility of walking among them. Even as a child I have always enjoyed running along the stone paths and interacting with shopkeepers. I suppose I understand why mother is often exasperated with me. Ladies do not run, ladies travel by carriage. Rolling my eyes dramatically at the voice of my mother replaying in my head, I continue walking along the path until I find myself lost in an alleyway. I pull my cloak down as I look up at the stone walls surrounding me. I mentally pinch myself in frustration as I turn to continue finding my way to the seamstress.

"What is a pretty creature like you doing 'ere?" I am snapped away from my thoughts by the gravelly voice of a man stumbling closer. My eyes narrow and my nose scrunches as I inhale the pungent smell of ale increase with his approach. Taking a step back from him, I find my back hitting the stone wall behind me. The man comes further in view and I feel my heart drop at the sight of him looking up and down my form with a vile grin.

"I am sorry sir, I only took a wrong turn." I try to smile kindly while moving to step past him. I gasp as I feel his large hand envelope my wrist, tugging me to a stop.

"Leaving so soon?" The man leans closer and I feel bile rising in my throat at the stench of him. "Pretty lady like you shouldn't be left all alone." I begin to tug my arm away, kicking at his shin as he only holds me tighter.

"Let me go!" The man groans in pain as I hit him with my other elbow. His grip loosens and I immediately step past him--only to be pushed down to the ground as he shoves me down roughly. I mumble a string of curses as my palms hit the stone and I hurriedly scuffle backwards. "Please..." I let out a whimper, looking up at the man fearfully.

"Aye!" My head snaps up as I hear the loud voice of another person booming from the end of the alleyway. Before my eyes can focus on the figure, they come rushing down and quickly tackle the man. He is knocked down in a series of loud punches, and the unknown figure stands up in a huff. I begin scooting my body away from the scene. Large hands reach out to grab me and I instantly kick my leg out in defense. "Easy, easy lass." I wipe at my glossy eyes and look up as my brain begins to register the familiar accent.

"Johnny?" I whisper quietly, meeting the blue eyes of my savior. He takes a step closer and grabs my arms to help me stand. I rest my hands on his forearms and let out a sob of relief. He quickly pulls me in for an embrace, holding me tightly against his chest.

"Shh, bonnie. It's alright." I grasp at the cloth of his shirt tightly as I bury my face against his chest, breathing deeply as I try to calm myself. I expect to be met by the scent of raw meat, blood, and steel--instead I'm met with the comforting scent of grass and firewood. After a few moments of standing in his embrace, I realize my actions. I quickly pull away, wiping at my tears hurriedly.

"I--sorry." Johnny looks down at me incredulously and only shakes his head at my apology. I suddenly feel silly by my words, turning away from him with reddened cheeks. He grabs my wrists softly, tracing over the skin of my palms with a frown. Only then, I register the stinging, bloodied skin from landing harshly on the ground earlier.

"Let's get ye cleaned up, bonnie." I find myself lost yet again in his kind eyes and only muster a nod of agreement. He leads me silently out of the alleyway and down the cobbled streets. I'm instantly comforted by his presence--his bulky frame towers over me and provides a sense of protection as we walk. Our walk ends at the door of a small home and he opens the door for me with a grin. "Welcome in." I walk inside carefully, looking around the interior carefully. The home is small--made of cracked stone walls and left with mild decoration. However as I take several steps inside, this small abode begins to feel more of a home than my own. Warm blankets and small trinkets strewn about show insight in the life of its owner.

I turn back to look at Johnny as he stands almost nervously against one of the walls. "It's perfect." His demeanor transforms as he smiles widely over at me.

"Glad ye like it, lass. Now let's get ye cleaned up." Johnny walks away into one of the rooms in the home and comes back with a wet towel and bandages. "May I?" He gestures to my hands and I raise them up. Johnny quickly sets to work, cleaning my palms carefully. His brows furrow in thought and I barely notice the stinging of my palms as my gaze lands on him biting his lip. "Lass?" My eyes flicker up to meet the blue of his eyes staring down at me.

"Hm?" I mumble, before realizing that he has finished wrapping my hands. "Oh, sorry." I feel the burning of my embarrassment and pull my hands away. He only smiles in response and I swear I notice his cheeks darken--although I tell myself it is the lighting.

"Would ye like a cup of tea?" I nod and he motions for me to sit on his sofa while he disappears in the small kitchen. I take a seat, pulling my cloak further around my body as I mentally berate myself for my staring. Johnny reenters moments later with two cups and takes a seat next to me. He watches me take a sip and smiles when I hum at the relief of its warmth. "Yer lucky I found ye earlier, what were ye doing alone anyway?" Johnny looks at me worriedly and I set my cup down next to us.

"I...wanted some fresh air." I lie. I was definitely not on my way to the seamstress to find a fabric the color of your eyes.

"Well, ye ought to let me walk ye back home. I won't let ye go alone." My heart flutters at the protective tone of his voice and I nod.

"It is not necessary, but if you insist..."

"I insist." Johnny cuts me off from continuing any further and I meet his gaze once more. I can only nod dumbly as I am again lost in his eyes. Johnny reaches a hand out to brush a stray hair behind my ear and I silently pray that he cannot feel the warmth of my cheeks.

"Thank you for helping me." I whisper softly.

I feel his thumb brush against my cheek to wipe at a stray tear rolling down and I am once again lost in the sensation. "I never want to see ye hurt. Please be careful for me, alright? The streets aren't safe for a dove like ye."

"I just...need to get out of my house sometimes." Johnny looks over at me with a frown before nodding in understanding.

"Well, if ye insist on walking about then I insist on accompanying ye." My eyes widen and I carefully watch his expression for any sign of discontent--however his gaze never wavers.

"I suppose...I might enjoy that." Johnny lets out a sigh of relief at our agreement.

We spend the next several hours talking over tea until I realize I will be late for dinner, and he walks me home. Arm in arm, we walk along the cobblestone together as we continue talking. I find myself laughing more in one evening than I have in my entire life. After we reach the gates of my family manor, I pull away from him hesitantly. "Thank you for accompanying me home." My hands fiddle with the skirt of my dress as I smile up at him.

"Of course." Johnny's crooked grin beams down at me. He pushes his hands into the pockets of his pants and looks down at his feet for a moment. "Would ye like to walk about tomorrow?"

I nod almost too quickly and reply eagerly. "Yes!" Johnny smiles once more before grabbing my hand and kissing it gently.

"I'll see ye tomorrow then, lass." He continues to hold my hand tenderly and I feel our bodies drift closer. His eyes flicker quickly down to my lips and I begin to pray for a kiss on more than my knuckles tonight.

Our silence is broken by a sudden shout. "Lady Y/N! I have been searching for you all day!" Clara runs up from behind the gate with a huff. I quickly step away from Johnny and tug my hand away from his grasp to look at Clara. The older woman shoots me a mild glare before noticing Johnny standing beside me. "Oh! Mr. Mactavish, what a surprise." Clara's steely grey eyes flicker between the two of us and I can almost picture the gears turning in her head.

Johnny waves at her with a smile. "Hi lass." I quickly open the gate and slip through, grabbing Clara by the arm before she can begin her questioning. I wave to him quickly and tug her along back to the home. My heart continues to beat rapidly as we walk up the steps of my home.

"What were the two of you--" Clara begins, looking at me in disbelief.

"Nothing!" I squeak, pulling her inside. Clara only narrows her eyes in response as I walk quickly up the stairs to my bedroom. I shut my door and fall on my bed in a heap. Hugging a pillow against my chest I close my eyes with a wide smile--the endless possibilities of what tomorrow will bring playing through my head.

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-P

[midnight-moth-musings]

The Butcher's Boy, Part 1

John "Soap" Mactavish x reader, medieval au

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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I stare at my reflection in mirror in front of me, trying to ignore the endless chatter of my mother and the seamstress behind me. The dress is gorgeous--fit for royalty I suppose. The expensive, purple silk cascades down my body and pools down to my feet just right, hugging my corseted waist tightly. I begin to tug at the long sleeves with mild frustration. The expensive silk itches at my skin as I try to adjust it. My mother approaches from behind and slaps my hand away.

"Stop with your fidgeting. Ladies do not fidget." I would roll my eyes at her, but that would call for a later punishment--one that I would like to avoid.

"Yes, mother." I murmur. I avoid making contact with my own eyes in the mirror, knowing that there are likely glossed over as the reality of my situation sinks in.

"Many girls would kill for a chance like this. You have been chosen as a possible wife for the king, are you not happy?" I turn to face my mother. A stern woman, one who has embraced the life of a noblewoman steadfastly.

"I am happy for you and father." My mother purses her thin lips and silently seethes at my reply. Before our conversation can progress further, the seamstress approaches. I envy the older woman's calm demeanor and her simple life.

"How do we like the dress, dears?" She smiles brightly at us. Her hair is greyed, long and curly, only pinned back to reveal her face. My mother looks down on her, I can see the judgement in her eyes every time we enter her shop.

"We will take it." My mother replies quickly. The seamstress nods and begins to undress me. She begins to help me undress and put on the dress I came in. My mother walks outside to our carriage to wait, albeit impatiently.

"Thank you, Miss Imelda." I smile at the seamstress as she finishes fixing my hair by tying a silk scarf around my head. I walk outside the shop and enter the carriage slowly to try and avoid the stern talking to I will likely receive. Instead, I am hit with silence as my mother ignores me. The carriage lurches forward and I stare outside the small window as we travel home. We reach home after minutes of silence, and I am helped out of the carriage by one of the footmen. My mother pushes past me quickly to enter our home and I walk upstairs to my room alone. I collapse on my bed and burrow my head against one of my pillows in a huff.

"Lady Y/N?" I tilt my head up with a groan to meet the smiling face of my maid, Clara. I feel the bed move as she sits beside me. "It seems you had great fun at the seamstress." She giggles as I roll my eyes.

"It was awful. My mother insists on dressing me like a doll. If she insists upon dressing my hair in pins and bows, I may impale myself on one of the pins to escape it." Clara rubs my back gently as she smiles down at me.

"I could think of worse fates than to wed a king." I begin to roll my eyes again, but Clara pinches my cheek. "Hush." I swat at her shoulder grumpily as I rub over the sore skin. "Would it brighten your mood to join me for some errands?" I sit up with a grin, eager to leave the confines of my home as I am often not allowed to leave for such trivial tasks.

"Of course!" Clara giggles again as I hug her tightly and stand up from the bed.

In town, Clara and I walk from shop to shop as she collects a variety of items. I scrunch my nose as we approach the butcher, already imagining the stench of raw meat and blood. Clara tugs me along impatiently as we enter the shop. She walks over to the end of the counter to speak to an older man who awaits her with a smile. My eyes flicker around the shop as I stand in the corner. I take a few steps toward the counter hesitantly, looking to the array of raw meat and animals products strung about. My attention is distracted by the sudden entrance of a young man through the back of the shop. Clad in a white apron stained in red, his bulky frame approaches. My eyes trail from his muscular arms down to the large piece of meat in his hand. He carries it almost weightlessly.

Slam! I'm snapped out of my daydream as he slaps the meat on the counter and begins to chop at it with a knife. Instead of repulsion, I find myself oddly interested in the action as his thick arm slams down on the meat to separate it into pieces. Blood splatters on his already dirty apron as I watch him quickly butcher the piece of meat into small pieces. Ladies do not stare, I begin to repeat. He begins to wrap several pieces in brown paper, tying with string to keep it intact. His nimble fingers quickly tie knots around the paper, gripping the packages with his large, calloused hands. Dark specks of coarse hair cover his hands and arms. I begin to imagine the feeling of it contrasted with my soft skin. Ladies do not stare. His head tilts up and I'm met with the bluest eyes I have ever seen. Dark brows and a coarse beard frame his face almost perfectly. I quickly avert my eyes to the stone floor as he notices my staring, cursing at myself for my lack of manners.

"Need somethin' lass?" My stomach drops at the unfamiliar voice but I raise my head cautiously to see the man staring at me with a boyish grin.

"N-No, I'm just waiting." I curse myself again for stuttering. Ladies do not stutter, my mother's voice replays in my head. I catch a glimpse of dark tufts of hair sprawling down his neck to his chest as he leans against the counter.

"Aye, you're here with Clara hm?" I look back over at Clara, who is in a deep discussion with the older man. I muster a nod as I look back at the man next to me. "I haven't seen ya here before. Would've remembered a face like yours." I find myself reddening as he winks boldly at me.

"I-I...no, I haven't. I'm Y/N." I gulp as he extends his arm to me. Never allow a commoner to touch you, mother says. Throwing caution to the wind, I take his hand hesitantly and he pulls mine in for a soft kiss. The bristles of his beard brush against my skin as his lips touch my knuckles gently. I almost forget to breathe for the moments that follow. Our hands disconnect and I carefully put my arm to the side as the area he touched remains tingling.

"Johnny." He smiles brightly at me. "Johnny Mactavish. It's a pleasure to meet ya bonnie." I smile back at him widely, my cheeks red as he stares back at me. We stand silently for a few moments before Clara walks over and grabs my arm.

"Ready, Lady Y/N?" I'm snapped away from his blue eyes as I look over at Clara next to me. I nod, wiping at my cheeks as if I can remove the blush with only my hands. She smiles over at the man next to me--Johnny.

"Safe travels, ladies." Johnny waves at the both of us, focusing his attention longer on me as he sends me a second wink. Clara walks us out of the shop and I feel almost empty as we leave--as if my soul just found a missing piece of it and is now being ripped away. I smile softly to myself as Clara and I travel back home, unable to fully immerse myself in her chatter as we walk together. Later that night, I catch myself dreaming in a sea of blue as I trace a finger over the skin of my knuckles that he kissed.

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This is the dress that I imagine for the beginning ^^^

-P

[midnight-moth-musings]

Unspoken Part 2

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Mactavish Reader

Part 1

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After that night in the kitchen, it seemed that Simon was avoiding me like the plague. Any time I would walk into a room, he'd immediately leave. At first I was hurt, hurt that one night of vulnerability led to him completely closing himself off. But now? Now I was angry. A week passes by of Simon completely ignoring me and I've decided that I want answers.

My confidence immediately fades the moment I rap my knuckles against his door late one night. My breath hitches as I hear muffled footsteps approach the door. The door swings open to reveal him in the same attire from that night last week. His eyes narrow and I can almost hear my heart thumping loudly as he looks me up and down.

"What?" I try to hide the disappointment in my eyes at his unexpected coldness.

"I wanted to talk." I gulp as he opens the door wider for me to walk in. As I walk past his hulking form I try not to focus on the way his body doesn't move to accommodate me and the feeling of it brushing against me as I walk inside. I ignore the pink blush spreading across my cheeks and try to focus on what brought me here instead. What was it again? Frustration, anger? Yeah, that was it.

I spin on my heels to look at him, feeling my chest tighten. "What is it with you lately? You act like you're going to kiss me one night, then you ignore me?"

"Y/N--" He takes a step toward me.

"I'm sick of this back and forth between us. If you don't want me, fine, but I'd at least like to know." I huff angrily, not even noticing him getting closer. He lets out a chuckle, only increasing my anger. "Seriously? You think this is--" He cuts me off immediately by the action of removing his balaclava. My eyes widen as they register the pink scars across his skin, only slightly lighter than the color of his full lips. "Simon." I mutter softly.

"Shut up." He grumbles out, grabbing my jaw with his rough hands and pulling me in for a hard kiss. The feeling of his lips against mine causes my whole body to melt in his hold. I place my hands on his bare chest, leaning in closer as he continues to kiss me. As we both pull away for air, I notice the small smile forming its way onto his lips. He moves his hands from my jaw to my waist, pulling me closer against his body. "I didn't mean to hurt you, love." He murmurs, kissing my forehead softly. "I was worried I'd misread things."

I shake my head with a small laugh. "You, worried? After all the times you've caught me staring at you? I was worried you didn't want me." His brown eyes look down at me as his brows furrow.

"Not want you? Love, I've always wanted you. But you're Johnny's little sister. Fuck, if he found out..."

My breath catches at his admission. "He doesn't need to know." I reply suddenly. "It's none of his business."

Simon looks back down at me and nods. "Suppose you're right. Besides, now that I have you, I'm not letting go." I giggle as he pulls me in for another kiss, entangling his hands with the ends of my hair. We stumble back, falling into his bed, but he doesn't stop kissing me for even a second.

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Thinking about doing a smutty part 3, but idk

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[midnight-moth-musings]

Unspoken Part 1

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Mactavish Reader

Part 2

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The calming pitter patter of rain cascading down the cold window dulls my senses as I stare outside at the dark road. A shitty street light flickers weakly at the edge of the concrete. Other than the occasional blur of a passing car, the night is empty and cold. I tap a finger on the cracked window in thought before a tug of my sweater pulls me out of my daydream. I turn in the seat of the booth to look over at my obnoxious sibling incessantly tugging on me. My brow quirks up as I meet the bright blue irises of my grinning brother.

"Hm, Johnny?" He looks at me with a wide smile, nudging me in my side.

"Thought we lost ya there lass. We're supposed to be celebrating, remember?" I roll my eyes, trying to hide the smile forcing its way on my face. I look around at the booth, eyes flickering between everyone. Price and Gaz laughing in the corner, Johnny seated next to me, and him at the end of the table watching everyone carefully. My eyes meet his gaze momentarily before I turn back to look at Johnny.

"I am celebrating, just not the way you do." I counter, raising my bottle as I take a sip of my chilled beer. I look down at the glass, fiddling with the silver rings taking up space on several of my fingers. Johnny shrugs, turning to join Gaz and Price in their heated discussion. I can feel him watching me again, and my eyes quickly flicker up to meet his gaze. I try to smile softly, holding back the bubbling feeling of anxiety in the pit of my stomach at his stoic expression. He only nods in response, looking down at the glass in his hands. I can't help but watch the way his hands grip the glass tightly, wondering how the skin would feel on my own. I stand up from the table, moving quickly to walk outside for a cigarette. The cold air surrounds me and I shiver at the temperature change. The rain has calmed down by now, light droplets hitting my skin softly as I stand by the wall of the pub. I tug my sweater over the edge of my wrists as I fumble to try and pull out a cigarette from my pocket.

"Cold?" His rough voice calls out from behind me. I whip around to face him as he walks over to stand by me.

I muster a nod. "Yeah." Great, one word. I can only manage a single word in his presence before turning into a bumbling idiot. I swear I see the fabric of his balaclava move in the shape of a grin as he takes off his leather jacket and plops it on me. I try to hide the pink blush on my cheeks as he pats my shoulder. "I...thanks, Simon." I mumble.

He only nods, standing beside me as I look out into the dark street. My breath hitches as his arm rests against mine, my brain short-circuiting at the sudden contact. "I thought you quit smoking." His brown eyes narrow as he looks at the cigarette in between my fingers. I stuff it back into my pocket haphazardly.

"Don't tell Johnny." I reply softly, wrapping the leather jacket closer around my body. I inhale, trying to avoid the sudden staggering of breaths as I smell him around me.

"I won't." He looks down at me, and I swear I see his balaclava crinkle again. My heart beats rapidly as we stand in close proximity. I don't know if my mind is playing tricks on me, but I swear I feel his hand brush against mine. Before I can turn to question him, loud laughing catches my attention. Johnny, Price, and Gaz stumble out of the pub and walk toward us.

"I guess that's our queue to leave." I look over at Ghost, whose brows are now furrowed in thought. Instead of a reply, he quickly walks toward the car we came in. I watch him walk away with a frown, sighing as I meet the rest over at the car. We drive in silence, me at the wheel as the only mostly sober driver. Gaz snores in the backseat and Johnny giggles to himself as I grip the wheel tightly. My eyes flicker over to Ghost in the backseat, although he seems to avoid meeting my gaze. We reach base quickly, and after putting Johnny to bed I sit down in my own quarters.

I decide to get some water and after changing into a tank top and pajama shorts, I walk to the kitchen. As I pour myself a glass of water in the dark kitchen, I hear footsteps. My eyes flicker over to see Ghost walking in. I immediately avert my gaze as I realize he is only wearing his balaclava and sweatpants. "Hi." I squeak out, mentally yelling at myself for sounding so nervous. He only grunts in response, walking over to grab a glass from the cabinet. He leans against the counter top as he sips on some water, his eyes never leaving my form. I try to hide the pink blush spreading across my cheeks as my eyes look over at his bare chest to the ink spreading across his arms. "I like your tattoos." I say quietly, trying to fill the awkward silence with conversation.

"Is that why you're staring?" His gruff voice startles me for a moment and my cheeks redden further.

"I'm not staring." I set my cup down and cross my arms stubbornly. My heart skips a beat as he laughs, walking toward me to place his hands on each side of the counter behind me. He leans down, looking at me carefully. My breathing quickens at the close proximity and I quickly think up a lie. "I was admiring your tattoos. I've been thinking of getting one." This time, he chuckles, shaking his head as the balaclava covering the lower portion of his face stretches. I begin to imagine all the possibilities of what his smile looks like under that fabric.

"Oh really? What were you thinking of getting?" His hands move from the counter to rest on my hips and I gasp.

"M-Maybe a flower." I reply, feeling his rough hands trace the exposed skin between my top and my shorts.

"You aren't a flower kind of girl." He whispers, leaning closer.

"How would you know?" My brows furrow as I stubbornly try to hold onto my lie.

"Because I know what you like." My hands find their way to rest against his chest as his find their home at my waist.

"Simon?" I whisper hesitantly.

"Hm?" He murmurs, resting his forehead against my own.

"I-" Before I can continue, the heavy footsteps of someone walking toward us appear and we quickly step away from one another. Gaz tiredly stumbles into the kitchen, sending us a confused expression before grabbing some chips.

"You two still up?" His voice is muffled as he stuffs some chips into his mouth. I roll my eyes, nodding. I look over at Ghost, who avoids my gaze. I sigh, turning on my heels and heading back to my quarters. I jump onto my bed with a groan, rubbing at my head as I try to make sense of the night as I fall asleep.

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[midnight-moth-musings]

Hi :)

Hello to anyone out there, I just started my account as a way to create fics with some of my favorite fandoms. I'm going to start out with COD related content, but I'd like to expand once I get the hang of it.

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