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Simon “Ghost” Riley x Male Reader

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Authors Note: Back at it again with some more Simon shots! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), had to write this one because I can’t stop thinking about Simon being some rich guys bodyguard and perhaps a small hint of enemies to lovers-ish? Well, :/ you Can decided what you think!

Summary: Reader is the son of a very powerful man who is protective of their own son and hires a bodyguard to keep a close eye on him. Reader tends to drive his guards crazy due to his escaping and hiding but this new guard can’t be outsmarted.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, auctions, language, ghost is soft, mention of sex, devious reader, ghost is done, artist, art work, past memories, childhood.

Word count: 4.3

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He didn’t need a bodyguard, he was the son of one of the most dangerous leaders ever who knew how to defend himself, but his father thought otherwise. Thinking that he wasn’t strong enough or needed extra protection from someone else. His own father had hired a bodyguard behind his back when he returned back from Germany, scolding the old man and arguing that he didn’t need someone to watch him twenty four seven.

He was capable of taking care of himself but, due to his fathers work getting dangerous he was becoming a main target for his enemies and needed a bodyguard at all times. He had refused to meet his new bodyguard, escaping the hands of his father and finding places to stay hidden and away from his fathers men. He kept a low profile whenever he was out in public, hiding away the fashionable clothes and dressing casual. The clothes he was given weren't comfortable and preferred to wear something warm and to his liking. With winter approaching he didn’t want to wear anything too revealing or something that’ll keep him cold for the whole day. When his father told him about his new bodyguard he’d ran away, jumping out of his bedroom window and escaping the place, not wanting to deal with his fathers business again as he runs into town to hide from said, bodyguard. He knows it’s immature to run away like a school teenager who just threw a tantrum at their parents, he didn’t act spoiled nor did he care about money. All he wanted was privacy and his own freedom from his fathers grip, far away from everything.

He thought he got that freedom when he ran into town, keeping his identity hidden from everyone only to slam face first into his new bodyguard. He didn’t think that he’d be found so quickly, impressed but also upset at the fact that he was not smart enough to hide or runaway. When he first met his bodyguard it was in the streets of Camden, his father was doing business near the area and lived close by, giving himself the chance to escape before he got to meet his new guard who found him shortly in less than ten minutes, not giving him time to hide or to stay away from such dangerous streets. His new guard had snatched him from the streets, hand gripping him by the collar as he glared down at him.

“Your father mentioned that you would hard to find, but the challenge was too easy.” He hears the man’s gruff voice, earning a harsh glare from the other. His guard had let go of him when he pulled away, fixing his jacket as he grumbled. “Can’t have five minutes of privacy without someone getting in the way.” He hissed at the guard who only stared at him through his mask.

“Your fathers orders.”

“Yeah? Well guess what, you can ignore his orders and go along with your day. I don’t need a guard and can take care of myself.” Said Y/n.

“No can do.”

Y/n groans at the man’s words, rolling his eyes as he huffs out some air, glancing over at his new guard who stood taller than him. A skull mask covering his face, giving him access to seeing his eyes only. He wore dark clothing that kept him hidden in the dark and nothing that’ll expose his position as a guard. “Do you have a name?” He suddenly asks the guard, eyeing him up and down.

“They call me Ghost.”

“Ghost?” Y/n scoffs, shaking his head. “Okay, ghost—imma get going.”

“Can let you do that.” Ghost sidesteps, refusing to let him escape from his grip again. “Your fathers orders were to keep you safe and out of Camden town, it’s far too dangerous for someone like you.”

“Not my fault he decided to stay in this god forsaken town.” Y/n murmured as he tries to go around ghost but is stopped by the larger man wrapping his hand around his wrist. “Whenever you go I go.”

Y/n sighs deeply. “Fine.” He admits defeat as ghost lets go of his wrist and allowed him to continue forward. He gives himself the chance to head back home, fuming in anger as his new bodyguard followed him all the way back, standing a few inches apart but still close enough to get a hold of him if he were to run away and disappear from his sight. When they arrived at the large mansion he’s quick to rush inside, slamming doors open. He didn’t care if he was interrupting an important meeting or embarrassing his father, the old man deserved it.

When he slams the door open to his fathers office the old man sitting behind the desk isn’t phased by his actions, focused on his paperwork before glancing up with a grin. “I see you found him—told you that he’s a slippery one.” His statement is directed to ghost who stood behind him.

Y/n frowns deeply, turning to face his father. “I don’t need a bodyguard, I am capable of taking care of myself and deserve some privacy without having some—“ he waves his hand. “Some dog chasing me everywhere I go!” He exclaims angrily while his father continued on with his work. After signing one last document he sets his ink pen down, eyes moving from the documents to his son. “You’ve gone through five bodyguards on the last year, not one was able to keep track of you until now. I only Want you safe and aqua from enemies.”

“I know when an enemy is near!”

His father raises a brow. “Even the one who had you bent over a table?”

Y/n’s breath hitched, an embarrassed smile on his lips. “I’m my defense I didn’t know he was the son of Ethan and I apologize for when you walked in on us…” he murmurs the last part shyly. His father wasn’t one to care if he slept with a man or a women, he simply cared that he was with someone he could trust rather than someone who’d try to kill or use him.

“That doesn’t matter—!” Y/n exclaimed. “What matters is that I don’t need a body guard. I can handle myself.” He repeats himself one last time but his father only ignored his words. “He will remain by your side whether you like it or not and that is final.” His father stands from his seat, rounding the table and step in front of his son. He placed his hands on his shoulders and sighs deeply. “I have business in Mexico—you are to remain here in London while I get things done.”

Y/n frowns, looking away from his father as the older man gently lets him go. “It’s for your own safety.” He hears him whisper out before walking off with his own guards behind him. His father was a dangerous man but he wasn’t a monster, he didn’t kill for pleasure or do terrible things towards innocent people. His father cared about his own son and would do anything to keep him safe—after losing his wife and Y/n’s mother the two were all they had and his father couldn’t lose his only family left.

Y/n watched as his father leaves the room, leaving him alone with Ghost. The man was stoic and silent, never showing any hints of expression. He remained to himself from what Y/n learned just by observing him. The two remain in the silent room, breathing softly as he exhaled through his nose, keeping himself composed from wanting to lash out on his father for providing such unnecessary guard. When he collects himself he walks out of the room, pushing the door open as ghost follows behind him and around the house.

“You don’t have to follow me exactly everywhere I go.” Y/n grumbled out, looking over his shoulder to see ghost standing a few feet away. “Fathers orders.” Is all he says.

“I know.” Y/n rubs his temples, heading up to the stairs to his bedroom. “Let me get changed, I’ll be out quickly.” He tries to close the door quickly but ghost slams his hand against the door, shoving it open as he steps inside. “Not on my watch, your slippery and I ain’t letting it happen again.”

“So you want to watch me change?” Y/n suggests with a raised brow.

“I ain’t risking it.”

Y/n sighs. “Do what you want.” He walks around his own bedroom, collecting the discarded clothes and books that he had lying around. He wasn’t a very decent person when it comes to personal rooms, he kept things the way that made him feel comfortable or easy access in case he needed anything last minute. He hardly cleaned his own room and whenever the house maids tried to clean he’d panic by the sudden change in his room. It didn’t feel right nor did he feel safe. His bedroom was his security blanket and if anything is moved or changed without his notice he will panic.

“Didn’t think that someone like you would be so disorganized.” Said Ghost, his eyes following the young man that ran around his room like a frantic animal in panic. “Yeah—well, I like it this way. It keeps me from misplacing anything that doesn’t belong where it goes.” He explains. “Besides, I do clean—just…not today as you can see.” He kicks a specific book under his bed which doesn’t go unnoticed by ghost.

“Before you arrived I wasn’t just running away from my fathers responsibilities, I was heading to an auction. They host one every year and sell artifacts along with paintings and every year I go to try and find a specific painting but they never have it until now and I need to be there.” He explains to ghost, tucking away his things in different areas of his room. Finally showing some tidiness.

“It’s not safe.”

“Nowhere I go is safe! I live in a fucking cage with no exit.” Y/n lets his anger take over, shouting at ghost. “I can’t go anywhere without anyone watching me and I can’t leave without anyone knowing where I’ll be! This auction is important to me and I need to go—weather you let me or not I am going because I am not missing my chance.” Y/n had moved around his room frantically, leaving the balcony door open and giving him a quick exit to escape.

“Again, I am going.” He slips the backpack that he was preparing over his shoulder. “I already said that you can’t, kid.”

Y/n gives Ghost a sly grin. “I know.” With that he runs towards the balcony, jumping off as ghost cursed and ran after him. Y/n had jumped off the balcony many times and knew his way around, landing on a tree branch and jumping off to land onto the grass. Once he’s safe he looks up to ghost and smirks before running towards his own way out without being detected from the other guards that surrounded the mansion. He’s gone through the same route many times and his father still couldn’t figure out how he’s able to escape each time.

Slipping away from the guards and over the gates he’s able to sneak back into town. He is quick to put his hoodie on as he makes his way around, blending in with the crowds and keeping an eye out for his guard but also keeping an eye out for a specific address that he is to head too. He’s been there many times and should already have the address memorized but he can’t help but rethink the location and making sure that it’s the right place, he couldn’t miss this auction. What he needed to purchase was far too special and important to him that he’d spend every penny getting it back in his hands.

It takes him a few minutes to find the hidden auction. He takes notice of couples and other rich folk, dressed up in properly for the auction as they entered the building whilst murmuring amongst themselves. Y/n steps forward to get inside the building but is yanked back, someone gripping his backpack as he’s shoved away from the crowd and into an alleyway.

He’s pinned against the brick wall, coming face to face with ghost. An angry look in his eyes as he holds him against the wall. “Slippery but easy to find.”

“How did you—?”

Ghost holds up a tracker in hand, showing him his location. Y/n gaps at Ghost, “you—you bugged me?!” He whispers harshly in realization. “Not hard when your not paying attention.” Ghost slips the device into his pocket as Y/n pats his own self down, trying to find the tracker that was place on him. “That’s cheating.” He huffs out, leaning his head against the wall.

“Time to go, kid.”

“Wait, wait! Please let me do this! It’s urgent and I need to be inside it’ll be fast. Just one quick bid and then I’ll be out.” He pleads, clasping his hands together in a prayer, begging to be allowed to head inside. Ghost stares at him, glancing over to the entrance of the auction as he sighs deeply, knowing that he’d regret his decision later. “Fine—“

“Yes!” Y/n jumps in excitement.

“Hold on now.” Ghost grips him by the collar and pressed him up against the wall again. “A few rules.” His voice is gruff and stern. “You stay near exits, if anything looks suspicious or out of the ordinary you leave.”

Y/n nods in understanding.

“You wear this at all times so that I can hear you.” Ghost hands Y/n an earpiece that connects to his radio. “Use it in case anything happens and you must keep it on, understand?”

“Yes, sir.” Y/n nods firmly but deep down inside he was bubbling with excitement, vibrating and anxious to get inside. Ghost can read him like an open book, still not knowing why he wanted to go to some snobby auction filled with rich people who only cared about themselves. “I’ll be watching.” Ghost lets him be aware, but Y/n wasn’t paying attention, slipping the ear piece in as he nods. “Yeah, got it—thank you!” He rushed out of the alleyway and towards the building across from them.

Ghost sighs deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose before getting to work. He’s quick to climb the roof and get a good view of the building across the street. The building had a skylight, big enough to see the inside as ghost slips out some binocs and uses then to keep a close eye. He doesn’t spot Y/n until a few minutes later, his hair is done properly and is wearing a nice suit that helped him blend in with the others. He must’ve brought his own change of clothes in order to fit in with the rest of the people.

Y/n didn’t interact with anyone and kept to himself, remaining away from anyone staring as he makes his way towards the front of the room where chairs lined up in various rows as they prepared for the auction. Ghost watched as everyone takes their seats and wait for the first item of tonight’s auction to be revealed to the public. Ghost is able to hear everything as they announce each item; a few jewels coming from the seventeenth century from a royal family, a few artifacts that were found in Egypt and related to ancient pharaohs. Ghost expect Y/n to bid for some of those items but was surprised when he didn’t.

Y/n didn’t bat an eye at the jewels or relics, leg bouncing anxiously as he continued to wait with crossed arms over his chest. The auction has gone on for almost an hour and ghost was losing his patients, perhaps y/n had lied to him and was waiting for the right time to escape him again. Before he can call it and burst inside the building and drag him back home he hears the auctioneers voice cut into the com.

“Next we have a special piece of art work by none other than Mademoiselle Marionnette.”

Ghost looks over to the skylight to see Y/n airing up straight, a determined look on his face as he stares at the painting presented to the group of people. Many murmured and whispered amongst each other on how much they are to bid on the piece of art work.

“Let’s start the bidding at five thousand.”

All of sudden everyone started bidding, the number increased as each hand went up. Y/n continued to raise his, frowning at a few couples that tried to outbid him but he kept going, offering more and more as the counting continued. It wasn’t until the bid was nearing fifty thousand that people began to give up, only a few continued onward.

Ghost keeps listening as Y/n cursed under his breath, hearing the numbers increase. He didn’t care how much he paid or made his father pay but he was going to get that painting one way or another. As the crowd began to pull away it was only two bidders left, leaving Y/n and a strange elderly women on their own as they raise their hand. “Eighty?” His hand goes up. “I see ninety.” The elderly women sits up straight with a calm look on her face as she nods at the bidder. “I hear a hundred.”

Y/n glanced at the elderly women as she grins mischievously towards him. He takes that as a challenge and stands from his seat. “One million!” He shouts, earring the crowds wide eyes and soft gasps. He smirks towards the women who glared at him, looking away with a huff as she gives up on the bidding. Y/n smiles widely at his new purchase.

“One million for a painting?”

Y/n is startled by the voice in his ear, tense shoulders relaxing when he remembers that ghost was nearby. “It’s special.” He simply responds back to ghost, watching as the bidder dismisses the auction for the night and allowing those who purchased their items to go towards the back of the room. As Y/n stands to make his way over he hears Ghost speak up. “I’ll loose visual on you when you enter the room, if anything happens—“

“I know, I’ll let you know.” Y/n sighs to himself, making his way to the back where he sees a few people collecting their winnings, providing the money to the proper people as guards stood around the room, protecting the items in case anything is to be stolen. Y/n spots his painting, approaching it quickly as he stands in front of it, smiling softly to himself. He’s quick to pay for the portrait, taking the painting with him and trying to exit the building without chasing any trouble.

When he steps outside he lets out a deep breath in relief, holding the painting in his two hands as he steps out into the open road where he finds ghost leaving again a car, waiting for him patiently. “You do know I live close by?”

“Do you want someone to steal your million dollar painting?”

Y/n nods. “You’ve got a point.” He approached the Vehicle as Ghost opens the door for him and lets him get into the back, closing the door on him and rounding the car to get to the drivers seat. Y/n sets the portrait in front of him, smiling again as he takes in the details and features of the young women in front of him, his fingers trace over the rough patches of the painting, taking in the women who sat in a field full of flowers with a smile on her face as the wind blew into her hair. The silent ride back home ended in less than a few minutes, arriving to the front gates as Y/n tucks the painting to the side, glancing outside to see no sight of his fathers car and men.

He sighs in relief that once Ghost stops the car he’s quick to jump out with painting in his arms as he ran inside the large house, rubbing up the stairs and to his room where he slams the door open and sets the painting inside his closet. When ghost climbs the stairs and stands outside Y/n’s bedroom door he watched him searching his own bedroom for any signs of his father a stepping inside.

“What’s so special about the painting?” Ghost suddenly asks, curious.

Y/n glanced at ghost, making his way around him to close his bedroom door and locking it before heading to his closet and digging the painting out, displaying it against the wall as he steps back to examine the painting again.

Ghost takes a few steps forward, standing shoulder to shoulder as he eyes the painting. “Who is she?”

Y/n smiles softly. “My mother.” He mumbled out. “After my mother passed away, my father burned and gave everything that belonged or reminded her away. He didn’t want a trace of her in the house—afraid that he’d continue grieving or that he won’t be able to get over her death.” He explains while Ghost glanced at him, taking in his expression on how softly he was staring at the portrait. “This was back in Switzerland—“ he points to the background of the painting. “I was fifteen when we visited, she was healthy and strong and full of life. When my father was too busy with work it was I who spent time with her. I was there when she would say some dumb joke or when she’d punch a guy in the nose when we entered a pub because we just needed to use the restroom and some guy thought it would be funny to slap her bottom—which resulted in her punching him.” He chuckles at the memory of his mothers rage, letting it out on the man who touched her.

“It was our last day there and she took me to this nice view to have a nice picnic. I asked her if we could paint together and she urged me to paint her.”

Ghost turns to the painting, pointing at it. “You painted this?”

Y/n nods. “Yep, drew it and painted the damn thing.” He chuckles. “My mother really loved my work and I kept it for as long as I can remember…until her death, my father started to throw stuff out and sold this piece—claiming that it was my mother who painted it when it was really me who did that.” He remembers that day clearly, his father upset after his wife’s death as he cleared out her things, leaving no trace of her living with them.

Y/n never had a chance to keep something that belonged to her and perhaps provided him a memory or something that was apart of her. His father always found ways to get rid of her things and he wasn’t going to allow him to do the same to this painting. Y/n gives ghost a nudge in the shoulder. “Do you have a knife?”

“Yes.“

“Can I borrow it?”

Ghost gives him a questioning look, not trusting him. Y/n rolls his eyes, “I can handle a simple knife.” He snatched the blade from Ghosts vest, grumbling annoyingly as he sets the painting down on the floor, kneeling down to cut the portrait out of the frame. He’s careful enough to not ruin anything as he cuts around inside the border. When he finishes he sets the blade down and gentle removes the canvas from the frame, holding it up to get a good view of the painting.

Ghost takes the time to really examine the painting. He wasn’t an expert at art but he admired the man’s work, watching him role up the painting and stepping around his room as he takes a chair and placed it in the middle. “Can you hold this down?” He asks, tapping on the chair as ghost sighs deeply and holds the chair steady, watching him step onto the chair and standing on his toes to remove a fake part of the wall, revealing a secret empty hole as he placed the rolled up painting inside and closing up the small space. He sighs in relief, knowing that the painting was in a safe place.

He’s careful when climbing off the chair, ghosts hand against his back, cautious if he is to slip and fall. “Does your father know about that little secret of yours?” Ghost nods upwards to the hidden compartment that Y/n had in his own bedroom. “No—are you going to tell him?” Y/n questions with a small frown on his lips while Ghost looks into his eyes, sighing to himself as he shakes his own head. “Your secret is safe with me.”

Y/n gives a faint smile. “Thank you.” He mumbled. “You know, as annoying as I can be your not that bad. Perhaps I’ll let you stay around, unless you really get me upset then I won’t hesitate to make your life a living hell.” He jabs a finger to ghost who chuckled at his words, surprising the other when he hears the soft sound. “Trust me, you already made my life a living hell. I’ll get used to it.”

He chuckles too, smiling widely at his new bodyguard and perhaps his first favorite too. “We’ll get along just fine.”

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ltwilliammowett · 6 months

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Long Shot

Demi-cannons on the deck of the galleon Neptune, a 17th century replica.

These are replicas of demi-cannons. They were normally 11 feet (3.4 m) long, 6 inches (15.4 cm) calibre and could weigh up to 5600 lb (2540 kg). They required 18 pdr (8 kg) of black powder to fire a 32 pdr (14.5 kg) cartridge. The effective range of the demi gun was 1600 ft (490 m).

But now we come to the term, during the 16th and early 17th centuries guns were rather inaccurate. If a shot hit from a long distance, i.e. a "long shot", this was considered unusual and was therefore an event for which one would need a lot of luck.

#naval history #naval slang #long shot #16th -17th century #age of sail

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oddballwriter · 7 months

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Dwelling in the Night

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Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4

Summary: There's a new vigilante figure out on the streets at night. And there's also a new neighbor on the same floor as Steven and the rest of the boys.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, dead bodies, crime, all that. Reader is a vampire so it's implied that they consume blood and all that. Also, Y/N kills, but the act is never actually written or depicted. Steven being dumb and clueless for reasons of the plot. This is mostly Steven-centric and Marc-centric but Jake's here too but doesn't really do anything for the plot other than simply have some lines that progress the plot. Gender-neutral reader with they/them being used for them. Heads up, it does get a bit confusing in one part but I think it's fine.

Author’s Snip: I wrote this in one sitting and it's currently 1:30 am. Honestly, anything to stall my studying for an exam for one of my classes. I wrote this fucking unit of a shot involving my love for vampire Y/N's just to do it.

Notes: Please appreciate vampire reader. We need more of that in the x reader community. I as a reader would love for that to happen more often. Thank you.

Word count: 2,600~

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy!

The system took pride in their patrolling. Even if it was still doing work for Khonshu, they were still free in what they did when coming across a criminal rather than being yapped at. It brought a sort of satisfaction of taking, or at least scaring, another threat off the street. But things were getting weird, and slightly disturbing.

Criminals had started to drop like flies with a theme of them being found in dark alleys with bitten throats, but there was never any blood to be found that made sense with their wounds. Just their pale corpses with looks of fear or shock in their glazed-over eyes.

Jake admired the simple tactic of scaring off would be scum by the fear of being the next person in the obituaries, but he had to admit that the method of doing that was unsettling. He just killed them and let whoever came across the scene be shucked with cleaning the mess.

Marc worried that this other party wasn't actually someone necessarily on "the right side" and this was an actual threat to the public that just so happened to have a streak going with having their victims coincidentally being criminals.

It wasn't until they came across two cases that proved that worry otherwise.

The first was a girl they found running around the alleys in a panic. When they went to her and asked if she was okay, she was babbling about something in her panting. "There was this guy! He dragged me into the alleys, he held up a knife to me and was threatening me!" she explained pointing in the general direction, but she kept talking "But this... in the shadows, there were these two glowing lights, like eyes! And this person came out from there and grabbed them." she said. "I just ran off I didn't know where to go! They were blocking off the way to the street." she exclaimed.

It was actually Steven who was fronting then. He helped her calm down and led her out of the alley system and back in to get the perp and maybe help whoever got him away from the poor woman. But when he found the guy, he was like all the others he and the system had heard about.

Dead with a bitten throat, fear on their face, and hardly any blood in the pool for it to make sense.

The second was with Marc himself. He dropped in on a duo of muggers who cornered a young man, getting a left hook in on one of them. But his buddy ran off into the dark and dank alleys to get away. Marc needed to do a few more punches to get the first down and out before chasing after the second, but he swore he could've seen a figure follow after them in the corner of his vision.

He heard the sound of what must have been the guy's scream as soon as Marc moved on.

But when Marc got there, he was already on the wet brick floor writhing and grabbing at his neck. He saw them. A figure in the shadows where the backlights couldn't reach to show them in all say for a silhouette, had ducked into another alley. "Hey!" Marc called to them before chasing after them. But when he turned the corner, they were gone, only seeing a complete dead end.

When Marc came back to the guy, he found him trying to breathe through a gargled, and bitten, throat. He tried his best to help the guy since he was still alive. Unfortunately, bites to the jugular weren't kind injuries to those who are dealt them.

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"I don't understand," Steven mutters as Marc slides back into their flat after patrolling and finding a few more crooks who came across this other person. "Why the injuries to the neck? And how is there hardly any blood?" he questions, "There's nowhere for it to go. There's nowhere for them to go. They just come out of nowhere and pick these blokes off and leave in such a short moment.".

"I don't know. And I don't think I want to know. This freak's keeping the load easier for us by doing whatever they're doing with these guys." Marc says, emphasizing the word 'freak'. "Hey, watch who you're calling a freak, amigo. We aren't exactly normal either." Jake says, mostly joking. "Yeah, sure. But we're not the one who's having our guys come up without a drop of blood left in them." Marc defends.

A crash is heard from nearby, in the flat next door.

"The hell's going on over there?" Marc muttered to himself as a reaction to the sound, but Steven said a name almost instantly.

"Who?" Marc asked.

"It's Y/N. They're our neighbor. They moved in a few months ago." Steven answered. "I've never heard of them." Marc comments before Steven quips back with "That's because you two hardly meet anybody.".

"Give me the body for a bit. I want to check on them. That sounded like something big fell over." Steven requests. Marc shrugs and switches out after briefly instructing "Put the body to sleep when you're done.".

Steven un-summons the suit, steps out into the hallway, steps towards your door, and knocks. After a beat, the door opens enough to have your head pop through, but not enough to show the rest of your flat like a fully opened door would. Which he didn't really mind, you always did this whenever he or anyone would knock. "Hello." Steven greets you with a little smile.

You look worried at seeing him in front of you. "I heard a pretty loud noise come from your flat. Is everything okay?" Steven asked. "Yeah. I'm so sorry. I knocked over a shelf." you answer. Steven is shocked for a bit, "A shelf? My word. Are you sure you're okay? Do you want me to help you lift it back up?" Steven stresses as he moves to the side to peak into your flat to see how bad the damage is. But you quickly pull back in and tighten the width of the open door to a sliver , making him unable to see the inside with a "No!".

He pulls away, startled at the sudden reaction.

You open the door back up to step out again. "I'm sorry about that." you timidly apologize. "It's fine. I can pick it back up on my own. Thank you for offering to help and for your concern." you say. "There's some blood on your hand." Steven notices. You pull your hand behind your back at the realization. "It's fine. I'll clean it up myself." you blurt out as you go back into your flat with a quick "Good night, Steven." before closing and re-locking the door behind you, all before he can properly react.

"Good night?" Steven repeats back in confusion.

"That was weird." Marc comments, exposing that he had watched the whole thing go down. "Yeah. They... are a bit strange. They don't really come out most of the day." Steven explains. "Why were they up this late?" Jake buds in, having seen it all too. "It's nearly four in the morning and they look wide awake and aren't in any pajamas." Jake adds.

The next time Steven saw you, you were bringing a huge box into your apartment a few days after that night.

"Need help?" he asked. "Sure. It's actually really hard to drag around." you admit. As he picked up the other end of the large, and heavy, box and walked with your pace into your flat you spoke. "I'm sorry about the noise and acting weird a few nights ago. I was just embarrassed from having woken you up." you explain. Steven gently huffs, "No need to apologize. I wasn't asleep anyways. I was pulling an all-nighter like you were." Steven reassures. You look at him for a moment, "Oh right. Yeah. I do that a lot. I do better with work at night." you remark.

You two manage to get the box past some things it would have bumped, into and into the space between the space of your bedroom and living room. That's when he sees that there's no bed there in your bedroom area, glancing at the box to see a depiction of a bed frame.

"Changing furniture?" Steven asks. "Yeah. I already sold my old one." you say. Steven quarks a brow, "When? Have you had to sleep on your sofa-?" he asks as he turns towards your living room area before interrupting himself with a "Woah!".

There in the area, where a coffee table should be, was an authentic-looking coffin. "Quite the decor there." Steven comments with a breathy little chuckle. "Yeah. I like the look it had." you claim.

Looking around your flat for the first time, Steven could see it. It wasn't exactly goth per se, but there was a weirdly somber and antique look to your decor. It had that same attic look that Steven's did, but you had an attic feel of that of an abandoned house that was left for the dust bunnies to call home. Almost haunted house-esk with the draw curtains adding to it all.

"Is someone in there?" Steven jokes, mostly to himself. "No." you stutter out, "But it does still open." you mention as you walk towards it to show him by lifting the lid.

And, wow. It was real. It still had the pale pink padding and even the pillow inside of it, still pristine as ever, ignoring a couple of scratches on the outside wood.

"Impressive. How'd you even get your hands on this?" Steven asked. You thought for a moment, most likely trying to recall the answer to that question. "Some funeral places have spares that never got sold. So they sell them for a much cheaper price." you say.

Steven nodded as he took another look at the coffin.

"Well, it really is a nice touch." Steven complimented. "Thank you." you reply with a sigh.

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Again.

And again.

One alley crawler dead and paled out after another.

Finding the bodies seemed to become a normal accordance for the boys when they were out doing their rounds around the city. Whoever this was at least started to lean the bodies against the wall after doing the deed now so that there wasn't just some corpse in the middle of the alley's street.

He was still finding the people this person 'saved' too. With them saying the same thing each time. Talking about a person in the shadows with a pair of glowing eyes being the only visible thing about them and then having gotten whatever criminal tried their luck yanked away into the said shadows with a scream echoing as the victim ran to safety.

They never see the actual person though. They don't seem to wear a costume like they do. No mask. No suit. Their only identity keeper they have being that of the shadows that exist beyond any light sources. The only sign of it being them is just the animal-like glow of their eyes. And one brutal calling card for those who came to see where they were.

Tonight was different.

Marc heard the sound of gunshots and rushed to the scene. But he found someone running for their life trying to leave already. He grabs a hold of them, thinking it was a person escaping a forceful mugging till they tried to aim a gun at him. Thankfully, he manages to subdue them.

"That thing tried to get me!" they shouted frantically as they attempted to get loose. "You gotta let me go, man. I don't want to be another body found around here." they beg.

"They tried robbing someone." a voice rings through.

Marc, and also the person he was holding down, looked towards where it came from. He notices the eyes first, with their white pearly glow surrounded by the rest of their shadowy form. The eyes almost looked like the system when they wore their suits, though it was dimmer, just enough to pierce through the darkness, and looked more like the glow was coming from the irises than the whole eye.

"I stopped them before they could pounce. This one was holding more firepower than most. I didn't want to have to risk it." the voice spoke again.

It felt a little haunting. The glow was almost disarming somehow, and their voice was calm and collected as it naturally echoed through the walls of the buildings, and sounding almost familiar. Marc stood there just staring at them till the person he was holding started thrashing harder in his hold, "Let me go, that thing's going to fucking kill me! I swear to god!" they pleaded.

"You're in his court now. You aren't my issue anymore." the silhouette says looking towards the person from where they were before looking back up at Marc.

"Sorry about me leaving my actual catches around." the silhouette apologizes. "I have nowhere to put them." they add as an explanation.

"Why kill them?" Marc questioned, speaking before really thinking. "You kill some of yours don't you, Moonknight? I don't see why you're judging me." the silhouette remarks. "I meant in the way that you do. I just kill them and leave them. You do... something to them." Marc speaks, hesitating for a second at the latter end.

The silhouette stays silent for a second seemingly striking their eyebrow from the way their eyes move. "I have reasons to do it that you probably wouldn't like to hear." they say. "We're doing the same work either way. My method is just more intense than yours tends to be." they comment before slipping back and disappearing into the shadows.

Marc calls out a "Wait!" but gets nothing in return.

He's just left alone with a scared shitless would-have-been mugger and more questions.

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"Hey!" Steven calls out as he does a brief jog over to you in the hallway. "About time I catch you out in the day." Steven jokes. "Oh. Hello, Steven. Yeah. I needed to run some errands." you say, giving an explanation for the rare occurrence. "Good thing you've come back. It's been overcast all day and would rain at any minute." Steven comments.

"Anyways. I knocked on your door yesterday but you didn't come to the door at all." Steven mentions. "Oh. Really? I'm sorry. I'm usually asleep in the day because of my all-nighters." you claim.

"Really? You've got to be the hardest sleeper then. You're like the dead in there. I knocked hard for a while." Steven explains. "So I've been told." you nervously laugh. "You must be real tired if you usually sleep in the day then," he comments. "Yeah. But I have to deal with it." you say.

"What did you need?" you ask.

"Oh. Nothing from me. I was told to tell you, by the landlord, that there would be a check of the fire alarm system next week and that some might go off." Steven explains. "They tried to knock on your door the day before I knocked, but I guess you were asleep." Steven says. "Yeah. I probably was." you reply, "I'll send them an e-mail or something telling them about my sleep schedule." you mutter to yourself.

"Well, nice running into you. Go get yourself some rest." Steven says as he bids you goodbye by patting your shoulder. "Be sure to wrap yourself in something warm too. You're a bit cold." he adds.

#moon knight x reader #moonknight x reader #moon knight #moonknight #steven grant #steven grant x reader #marc spector #marc spector x reader #jake lockley #vampire reader #gender neutral reader #long shot #vampire!reader

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renegadesstuff · 3 months

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merci-bitch · 1 year

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Madame President

Charlotte Field x fem!reader

Warning(s): semi-public sex, vibrating knickers, dirty talk, yada yada, SMUT

A/N: This wasn’t planned but hey, we love our President and we must all show love and care for her <3 Now this is long. Enjoy :) and sorry for any mistakes !

Also not my gif !

It was another one of those dinner parties, except it wasn’t really a dinner. It was more of a mingle kind of party. Nether the less an important one for Charlotte. And you were there for her, like always. You’d been away for a few weeks, running some errands on your own. You came back earlier this afternoon after flying for what felt like years. Yet lagged and all you wanted to do was sleep with a certain someone beside you. You knew it would take a while for that special wish to happen.

Charlotte sometimes doubted your relationship. She couldn’t see how you would follow her around the world when she couldn’t guarantee you five minutes of affection. You knew how hard it was for her. The former Secretary of State, now running for president. It didn’t matter how many times she had that conversation of doubt. You always said the same. You weren’t going anywhere. It warmed Charlotte’s heart each time you gave her that reassurance, that only you could give her. She loved you, more than anything else. She couldn’t bare to lose you.

You had showered and finished getting dressed. Doing your own hair and makeup this time. Usually Charlotte made sure someone else did it for you. She hardly knew you were back yet, only Maggie knew about it. You’d gone for a black suit this time, having worn dresses all the other occasions. Getting a bit tired of it. It was still formal wear after all.

Silently entering the room, Maggie had given you her card for the hotel room. It was still early on, and when you entered you heard the shower going and ‘It Must Have Been Love’ by Roxette playing. Charlotte’s voice singing along to the song. It made you smile.

“Maggie? Is that you? Can you please lay out the underwear out on the bed and hang the dress up on the door?” Charlotte shouted from the bathroom. Not wanting to draw suspicion you went over to her suitcase only to rethink. You’d brought something with you. Something you knew she would love, but something she would also kill you for doing. You laid out the underwear on the bed and looked over at the dress. It was beautiful. It was a forest green colour. Strapless and beautiful. It was silk.

The the water went off and so did the music. You heard footsteps come from the bathroom and suddenly stop. “You’re here.”

“I most certainly am.” You smiled at her.

Charlotte’s smile widened as she walked towards you, wrapping her arms around your waist. She was always tall. Taller than you. Not by much, but she was still tall.

“I didn’t know you were coming back yet.”

“Surprise!” You grinned.

Charlotte slapped your chest before pulling you back towards her again. Leaning in for a kiss. A kiss you’ve missed as much as she had. Wrapping your arms around as she deepened the kiss. A small sigh came from the other woman’s lips as you pulled away. Your nose touching hers. “You better get dressed.” You whispered. Charlotte hummed at you. Her eyes still closed. “Just a little more.” She said before leaning in again.

The evening went on as planned. Charlotte would meet and talk to the people at the party, shaking hands and debating about the environment of all things. You stayed by her side, even if it was a little further away to give her some space. You’d shared a few drinks with Maggie. You had yet to turn it on. You couldn’t help yourself before. Switching out her knickers for the ones you’d brought with you. Those you knew she’d love and hate you for. The vibrating knickers.

You had a feeling Maggie knew what you were on to. That look in her eye? It felt as if she knew everything. And you were correct.

“You know, if you’re planning on doing it. Do it now. She’s been insufferable these last few days. Snappy. She could use it. Just don’t embarrass her, please?” Maggie winked at you before walking away, with a new glass of something containing alcohol.

You gave your plan another thought before deciding on going with it. You took up your phone and went on the app. You looked towards where Charlotte was and saw her talking to Maggie. Here goes nothing, you thought. You started on a low sensation. A low humming feeling. You looked for a reaction and didn’t really see one. You upped it a notch and saw Charlotte stop drinking. Her glass held midway before she stopped. You saw Maggie ask her something, perhaps if she was alright. Already knowing what was happening. You saw Charlotte nodding. Chunking down her champagne. Shaking her shoulders. You felt teasing, and upped it even more. Enjoying the sight in front of you. Charlotte had leaned forward, holding onto Maggie’s arm. You made eye contact with Maggie and saluted her before turning your back to them. Placing your phone in your pocket before ordering another drink.

You took a sip of your drink when suddenly you felt a hand squeeze your shoulder. You looked to your side and saw Charlotte by your side. She looked out of breath, almost trembling. “You alright there, Charlotte?” You asked, trying your hardest not laugh.

“You’re not doing this, are you?”

“Doing what?” You asked, faking the confusion. Apparently she was already so lightheaded she bought it. She leaned in for a kiss before Maggie stole her away yet again. The grin you had earlier coming back.

You’d turned it down and up throughout the evening. Only deciding to turn it almost higher when she wasn’t talking to someone. You saw how she nearly choked on her drink and how she nearly ran to the girl’s bathrooms. You followed behind her. Making sure to keep some distance. As you reached the door, you walked in. Hearing a muffled gasp. She was in one of the stalls, probably thinking you were a stranger. Trying her very best to keep it quiet. You went into a stall yourself and took out your phone as you sat down, turning it up even higher. You heard Charlotte accidentally slam her hand against the side of the stall. A strangled gasp coming from the woman, and a small whimper. You heard another loud noise as you turned even higher as you flushed the toilet. Getting out of your stall, moving over to the sink, pretending to wash your hands. You walked to the door, opening it and closing it, but staying inside, silently locking it.

“Oh fuck me.” Charlotte moaned out. A loud groan following close behind. It sent shivers down your spine. She was freely letting out small little moans now. Thinking she was alone. “Oh fuck.” You heard her whisper. Her voice getting more hoarse the closer she got. You took out your phone once again, trying your best to be quiet. Turning it up once again, only to hear her nearly cry out.

“yes, fuck…” She hissed out. Her hand was probably covering her mouth as her sounds became more muffled. Then another slap against the wall, and a loud strangled/muffled moan came from her. That’s when you took the opportunity to show her she wasn’t alone. You made your way towards her stall, opening it, poor girl had forgotten to lock it, seeing Charlotte inside. Her eyes wide in shock.

“Enjoying the surprise I see?” You smirked at her.

Her cheeks flushed into a deep red colour. Removing her hand and shakily pointing it towards you. “Y-You-“ She cut herself off with a moan. Slightly throwing her head back. You hadn’t turned it down, and by the looks of it. She was on her way to another orgasm. You walked into her stall, and closed the door behind you. You got down on your knees and lifted up her dress, it laying across her waist. She spread her legs and held them slightly bent up. Despite the vibrating knickers, she absolutely shocked. The light grey colour stained dark from her arousal. You looked up to see her biting her lip while looking down at you.

“I couldn’t help but switch your underwear, but wasn’t it a good surprise?” You teased. Moving your hands up on the back of her thighs, sending a shiver through her. Causing her to let out yet another moan. You pressed your hand against the wet material, causing her to shriek. Her breathing quickening even more than before. Her eyes going wide once again. You slowly stood up, leaning over her. She grabbed both your biceps for support as you continued to press the heel of your hand further against her core. The vibrations suddenly becoming too much. She was on cloud nine once again. Her sounds being muffled by your mouth through the kiss. Her whole body trembling once again.

You reached into your pocket and turned the vibrations off completely. Charlotte let out a groan in relief. Leaning her back as she breathed out.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Y/N.” She hissed out. Voice hoarse.

“Hm?” You hummed. Leaning down to kiss her once again, sneaking your hand under the waistband of her knickers. She was drenched. You let out a moan yourself at the touch of her. Charlotte reached down and grabbed your wrist, trying to pull it away. “No more.” She breathed out. Looking up into your eyes. You ignored her and started your moving your fingers against her slit. Charlotte squeezed your arm with her other hand and let out a strangled whine. Biting her lip. Her head resting against your shoulder. You moved your fingers further down and entered her with two fingers at once, her being wet enough. Her grip on your arm and wrist tightened.

You knew she’d already been gone too long from the party. You started moving your fingers in and out in a rapid motion. Feeling Charlotte biting into your jacket. Trying to keep quiet as your hand moved faster, the heel of your hand pressing against her clit. Not long after you started, you added another finger, causing the older woman to let out a rather loud moan.

“ You gotta be quiet, baby. What would people say, if they heard their future President during moments like this? What would the news say?”

You talking like that to her only stirred her on. Causing her to let out her another moan. Her hand that had a grip on your arm moved up to cup your neck. Gripping onto your hair. Her mouth wide open, her eyes squeezed shut. The faster you moved your hand, the less air Charlotte got to her lungs. You could hear how wet she was getting. The small noise filling the silence alongside Charlotte’s sounds.

“Mhm, yes. God, fucking fuck.” Charlotte whispered, as another moan escaped. You stopped moving your hand, causing the woman to open her eyes and let out a small whine in disappointment, only for it to disappear as you got down on your knees, pulling the underwear down and attaching your mouth to her cunt.

Charlotte was speechless. She couldn’t even make a sound. Her eyes still wide in shock as she moved her hand down to grip your hair. A shiver went through her as she finally let the pleasure wash over her. A strangled sound escaped as she tightened her grip in your hair, her eyes squeezing shut as another wave washed over her. Her thighs squeezing your head only for you to spread them wide as you kept lapping at her. Charlotte tried to push your head away from in between her legs, only for another wave wash over her. Only then did you pull away. Leaving what you believed to be your future President of the United States completely drained and worn out. Her hair was tousled, breathing uneven, knickers on the floor, stained with arousal. It sure was one hell of a sight.

You got up from the ground, helping the woman up. Her legs wobbled. You wrapped an arm around her waist, letting her lean on you. “How about we get you back to the hotel now, hm?” You said softly. Charlotte only hummed. Leaning in to kiss you again. The kiss being sloppy. “I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too, Madame President.”

#charlotte field #long shot #charlotte field x reader

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wipethetape · 1 year

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Native Tongue

Charlotte Field x Reader

Summary: You met Charlotte during one of her international conferences as the person assigned to chaperone her if she intends to tour around the country. Years after, you're her personal secretary—one of her staffers—and still pining for her.

A/N: Italicized sentences with quotes are you speaking in your language. Did not choose any in particular so you have the freedom to apply it in your own.

You got too wasted to your own liking in one of the most important formal gatherings for the House. Maggie had already stopped you from drinking, but you whined before fakely accepting the order. You went under the radar, entertaining some columnists and politicians who force small talk and don't know when to shut up and go while stealing glances on the woman of the night—Charlotte Field. The very reason why you decided to get drunk.

That damn Prime Minister. You know Charlotte is simply tolerating him, but that doesn't stop you from getting jealous when he gets too close to the sun.

When Maggie was nowhere in sight together with Tom, you stared at the waiter coming in your direction, grabbed and downed two glasses of champagne, and made your way to the bar asking for a strong cocktail. Halfway through your drink, you realized it was only a matter of time before you got unconscious from too much alcohol so you had to escape the party.

"Hey," someone softly called out from behind. You thought your mind was making it up, until the calm voice repeated it.

"Hey," they said, louder.

You turned around to see a woman in red standing behind you. Your vision is blurry, but you recognized that it was Charlotte.

Noticing your tipsy demeanor, she immediately pulled your drink out of reach. You tried reaching for it, making muffled noises and whining that you still have to finish it.

She giggles. "Honey, you've had too much." She cups your cheek while playfully shoving you away from getting the drink in her hand.

You didn't know if you're hearing or seeing things right, but she was smiling and giggling you thought if you will still have the chance to witness it again sober. Pretending to still get the cocktail, you spread your arms then wrapped it around her waist.

The barista gets the drink from Charlotte while she asks you if you can get up. You nod, tightening your embrace. She giggles once again, helping you to stand up and guides you out to the room.

You keep mumbling to yourself, which Charlotte didn't mind at first but she is curious. However, your mumbles are getting louder and more incoherent, so she starts to carefully listen. Much to her dismay, you were speaking in your native language, so she cannot understand you no matter how hard she tries to listen.

You look up at her, remove your arms from her and wrap it on her arm. You just kept staring in her eyes, so she also did the same while minding the hallway through her side eye.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful your eyes are?"

This time, she did understand some words, like beautiful. She picked up some words and phrases before in your country during her visit, and also from you when you talk on the phone or when she asks you to teach her sometimes. It perked her interest and frustration since it's been going for a few minutes now and she really wished to understand what you had just said.

She calls your name, then says "I have no idea what you're saying."

You both reached Charlotte's room, which was beside yours but she opened hers and guided you inside.

"Your eyes remind me of the ocean and more beautiful than all that can be seen!" You excitedly said, giving her what you think is lovesick eyes but you don't really know if you were. You think you were looking more funny than you intended.

When she successfully makes you sit on bed, she observes you quizzically. She tries to comprehend the meaning of your words through your body, and it seemed like you were saying something about her—like a compliment.

"Seriously sweetheart, I have no idea what the fuck you're saying," she playfully complained, standing up and is about to walk towards the closet when you grab her hand.

She turns around, and sees your posture and expression changed more seriously and sober (which she doubts but you can pass like you are).

"I fucking love you, madame president," you declare, finally in English, drawing a shock from Charlotte.

She tries to reply from what you said, but her mouth was only hanging and cannot seem to form any word.

"You— is it real?" She finally let out.

"I just hope you feel the same thing." You followed, mixing both English and your language, which made Charlotte half understand it.

She will have to wait for your high to subside and bring it up the next morning. For now, she will take care of you and not get her hopes high.

#long shot #charlotte field #charlotte field x reader #charlize theron x reader

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