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Ghoap x Reader Knight AU

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This idea has been floating around in my brain for a while so just hear me out now:

Many years ago you used to be a knight under King Shepard. You were as honorable as any knight could be, you drew your sword under the belief that those who you killed had to die. But when everyone around you was finally dead you realized that your honor had died with them. When Shepard's regime ended and Prices begun you left to begin a "normal" life.

A decade later as your tending to your small farm you hear the gallop of a horse and see the shine of armor. A man with his face well hidden under his helmet and his blue eyed squire arrive with news straight from the King: a war is brewing and he requires your assistance.

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SONA DOODLESSS‼️

Drew me and my pookies ( @itllbeoneofthese ) sona’s 😼

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Somedays Ghost wakes up with the weight of war still on his shoulders.

He feels it when he turns in bed to get up, heavy, so heavy, it feels like it’s crushing his lungs.

He wonders if one day his skin won’t smell like gunpowder. Wonders if one day he won’t feel like blood is still running down his hands.

On his nightstand there’s a picture; a blue eyed man grins over at Simon, the printed image illuminated by the rising sun.

A hand lands on Ghosts back, and a barely audible whisper escapes you as you ask, “A nightmare?”

He leans into your touch, “…just thinking.”

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, planting a kiss on the back of his neck, “I’m sure he could use some new flowers, I’d be happy to join you,”

Ghost lets his gaze leave the picture and land on you. He can feel your breath on his skin and the faint smell of your shampoo. Things feel a little lighter. He nods, “We’ll get him roses, he always hated roses. Maybe it’ll give him a laugh in the afterlife.”

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Currently in love with the domesticity of romance, the gentle mundaneness of it all which in essence makes it anything but mundane.

Waking up in the middle of the night with a warm hand on your side. You're pressed to Ghosts chest since he always runs cold. But Soap keeps his distance, sleeping in only his boxers. But he likes touching you both, likes the gentle reminder that he's not laying alone in bed, so he rests his hand on your hip and lets the edges of his fingers hold onto Simon.

You know how Ghost likes his tea and how Johnny likes his coffee. You can't remember when you learned or if you even asked. But one morning you just knew that Simon only lets his tea brew for four minutes and likes to add just enough milk so that the tea is the color of his eyes.

And at some point it became custom for you to come home with a sweet treat for Johnny if you so happened to pass by the bakery (or even if the bakery was nowhere close by). If only because the way he smothers you in kisses with the taste of sugar and chocolate on his tongue is the closest thing to heaven that you've ever felt.

There's just something so simple and still complex about this part of love.

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Simon Riley who likes collecting dead things, but not in a creepy way more so in a way of appreciating the life they lived way. Like if he sees roadkill he'll stop if he can and move the dead animal elsewhere so it's not continuously getting run over and then he'll take a bone or two (he never takes the whole body because he knows it could feed other animals).

Simon who gathers the mangled flowers that you have to clip from your garden (because sometimes removing the overgrowth is beneficial) and presses them into a notebook as if they were just as beautiful as the rest.

Simon who has jars full of preserved animals ranging from a little garden snake to a whole racoon. All the jars have little labels with names on them because even if they're dead they're living on in essence with Simon.

He has a wall in his office full of framed butterflies with their wings spread open, the patterns on them always watching him while he works.

He likes collecting dead things that society no longer deems beautiful. Whether its an appreciation of the life that these things once had or because he sees himself in the dead eyes of roadkill...that's something he's not sure of himself.

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Overly Flirty/Obsessed Johnny But He’s So Respectful About It (drabble)

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Give me Johnny who slips in dirty jokes into conversations but stops the second that he notices you’re blushing and covering your face. Johnny who has a severe mild crush on you and refuses to let you walk alone to your car even though you huff and protest that you’re more than capable. When he notices that you pull away from him wrapping his arm around you he drops it and never does it again. And when the day comes that you tell him that he’s making you uncomfortable he completely backs off, respecting your boundaries. That is until you realize that you miss having him taking care of you and having your cheeks burn hot. So you start to be the one who starts contact, letting your knees bump under the table. You start telling him how it’s so dark and desolate where you parked and that it’s best that he comes too. Johnny who doesn’t kiss you till you ask because HE RESPECTS YOUR BOUNDARIES even though he is absolutely obsessed with you. Consent is so fucking hot, give me this man rn.

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Desperately neeeed Ghoap x Reader RomCom/Hallmark fic 🙏 like imagine:

Ghost working at a bakery during the holidays, a decorative apron on over his wide shoulders. Ghost prefers working in the back while Soap adores being at the register chit chatting with all the customers. There’s one customer in particular that really catches his attention and even tucked in the back catches Ghosts eye. A sweet bird, always rushing in to grab coffee for everyone at the office, trying to make a good impression as an intern at some corporate place. It doesn’t take long for them both to be eagerly waiting for you every morning when they open shop. One day you come in, covered head to toe in snow, an unusually angry look on your face. Talking about how your family is going to be up your ass during the holidays; asking if you have a partner, have you tried dating apps, when are you going to get married, are you thinking of having kids. You joke about paying some rando to pretend to be your partner. But the two men listening wide eyed to your conversation are quick to chime in that they’d be more than happy to pretend to be with you (for your benefit of course) . And well, if your family wanted you to have a partner so bad…you might as well bring along two.

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Head Over Heels Ghost x Reader drabble

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Ghost who can't get you out of his mind since the first day that he meets you. Doesn't take more than a quick conversation with you for him to turn to Soap and tell him without a doubt, "I'm going to marry them one day." It doesn't matter how much time passes his love is unwavering. You wake up on early mornings to the 6'4 man bringing you breakfast in bed (something that you're not used to but quickly grow to love). He smoothers you in kisses every time he sees you, regardless of if it's the first time that day or the thousandth. You pretend to be annoyed by it if only because it makes him kiss you more. On your first date and on every date thereafter he has brought you your favorite flower. You thought these little things would fade with time, that he would eventually get tired of resting his head against your chest to listen to your heartbeat before falling asleep. His love for you only grows more day by day. He worships everything you do, worships the crumpled up blankets left in your wake and the exact spot where your lips meet your favorite mug to drink coffee from.

He's not a religious person, but he does sometimes think God made you for him (stole this last line from Normal People but it's too fitting).

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You can not convince me that Ghost does not like cuddling and more specifically being the little spoon.

Like yes, he’s assertive on the field and even in bed. He likes giving orders. But sometimes he just wants to stop thinking. He doesn’t wanna have to worry about anything outside of your warm arms wrapped around him. It doesn’t even have to be your arms, he’ll rest his head on any plush skin that you let him: your chest, your stomach, your thighs, your ass. He just wants to be held and be told that everything is going to be ok while you run your hands through his hair. And if it were anyone else he wouldn’t believe them but it’s you and the words coming from your mouth are the only thing that can really soothe him. All this to say, I want to curl myself around this giant man and comfort him.

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Thinking about the time between Ekko saving Jinx and the war starting. Like them working to gather the undercity to fight. Ekko helping Jinx shave her hair in the back and watching her dye her hair strips of purple. Jinx and Ekko fighting for their life to figure out how to sew together their outfits because they may be inventors but neither of them has a clue how a sewing machine works.

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Here ye, here ye ☝️ I chuck at ye another chapter of my fic It Will Come Back (Ghoap x Reader, post apocalypse)

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Ghoap x Reader and its all very consensual and they’re childhood best friends and oh no are they-are they all about to kiss? I sure hope not 👀 and then they all get freaky together!!? Noooo that’s so horrible, really hope there’s not a fic like that out there yikes

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I think it’s a cold night when Johnny realizes it. The wind nipping your checks and dusting them pink. His hand reaches instinctively for yours feeling like without your fingers touching the back of his hand he’s missing something in his grasp. His hands feel empty without yours in them, without your thumb tracing over a scar he had forgotten about long ago as more scars eventually came about. You turn to him, scrunching your nose and complaining about how you simply can’t fathom how it’s so damn cold this late in spring. And there’s something about the wrinkles of your scrunched up nose that he’d like to ingrain into his memory forever. Yeah, that’s when he realizes he’s in love with you. He’ll be sure to make you a cup of hot chocolate when you get home.

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Ghost who wears the mask not cause he’s full of scars but because his face is fully tatted (probably part of a body suit tattoo) and full of face piercings…just some food for thought

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Ghost has never really believed in love. His life has been full of cruelty, and from a young age he learned how corrupt humanity was. If his own father who was supposed to love him could hurt him so much then what was he to expect from a stranger? So for the most part Ghost has avoided falling in love, just something that has never been in his cards. And he is ever the more glad for it. Love hurt him and he learned the hard way what loving people in his line of work could result in.

What’s he supposed to do though when he meets the stupidest Scotsmen imaginable. God is he damn right annoyed at the little nickname that he gives him: LT. No respect for authority and he’s always so damn chummy. Ghost has to ignore when Johnny decides to sit right next to him and press his shoulder against his. Even harder to ignore though is the smell of Soaps cologne that lingers on him long after the two part ways. He hates it, hates that he has been pavloved to snap his head up when he catches a whiff of mahogany and the sound of a Scottish accent.

Whats worse is that the damn idiot is always getting into trouble. Of course Ghost has to come along and save him, he can’t just let his Sergeant die. He would be just as worried if it were anyone else in a life or death situation. He would be just as weak with relief when seeing anyone else come back still breathing. And in Johnnys case still grinning.

He’ll keep putting off the reason as to why his heart pounds in his chest when Soap is radio silent for too long. And he will stare at the man’s dark stubble just a couple seconds more than he should because he wonders what it would feel like against his own skin. But he won’t do anything about it. It’s just so much easier to pretend like love was never meant for him than to admit what the ache in his chest could possibly mean. “Just not in my cards” he’ll say.

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(Part 2) Favorite Lines From: It Will Come Back

part 1

“With no idea of where you are, or how to get out, your best bet is playing lap dog to whoever the fuck these people are.” - ch 4

 “So, you’ll stay for two nights till the storm dies down. Not much can go wrong in two nights” - ch 4

 “Nothing in life is free and you are anxiously waiting for the other shoe to drop. You are always waiting for the other shoe to drop. Some might say it’s a bad habit, you say it’s the reason you’ve survived this long.” - ch 5

“ ‘You know who else was just some schmuck?’ You point your fork back and forth between the two men, ‘Ted Bundy, and we all know how that ended.’ ” - ch 5

“You’re not good at the whole smiling thing, how big to smile or when to smile but you do your damn hardest to muster one up” - ch 5

“His gaze is on the frozen corpses; their feet are buried so deep beneath the snow that it seems like they have been sown in the dirt only to flourish now amongst the winter-scape with ice coating their rotting skin.” - ch 6

“She gave you an out anyways and it’s not like you’re particularly good company, you and your bluntness and cold shoulders and inability to show emotions. Johnny at least would be able to make her laugh.” -ch 6