#cod knights au

[raffe156]

Chain Mail and Silk

Pairing - Price X MC (Tank) F!reader

Summary - Little fluff drabble for the Knights AU

A/N - The brain rot I have for this AU is crazy haha I wrote this today while nursing a hangover from being out very late last night so please enjoy!

I really appreciate all the recent feedback and asks! Please keep em coming! Especially to the anon that started this DLC 🤣

Warnings - slight angst, forbidden love? Language, fluff, Age gap Relationship, Price (40) Tank, (25) she defo should be married off by that age haha

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Call of duty characters - Only Tank & Luke

Tags: @shuttlelauncher81 @fanficandartgal @deadbranch @soapyghost​ @mostannoyingbillioner @chb-7

“My lady, please let me finish it off for you, your fingers look sore…” Cece pleaded with you.

“No…it’s quite alright…ow…I want to do it myself”

A few more stitches an you were finished, your initials just legible in gold thread, it wasn’t perfect but it would do. You looked at Cece triumphantly.

“Very nice mlady”

“Let’s just hope he actually does ask for my favour after all that”

********

Price watched as you took your seat in the royal box, your father being an advisor to the king allowed for that privilege. He had donned his best armour and rode out onto the field, his heart pounding with anticipation. The slight scandal of him asking for your favour was not lost on him. He was the knight commander his mind was meant to be focused on battle plans and strategies, not wooing a lady of the court 15 years younger than him.

Your eyes fixed on him as he rode towards you. You had convinced yourself he wasn’t going to ask you and ask one of the other women instead, but there he was just below you with that eye crinkling smile that made your heart flutter.

“My lady, may I ask for your favour? Such a token would be an honour to an old knight commander such as myself” there were a few mumbles as you leant forward.

“Of course Sir Price” you handed him your handkerchief his hand holding on to yours for a few seconds longer than needed. As you slowly withdrew your hand Price looked down at the silk handkerchief, your initials embroidered in gold thread on the corner, just under the last stitch a tiny dark spot, you must of pricked your finger.

“Thank you my lady, I shall keep it next to my heart for it shall protect me better than any chain mail” he bowed his head as he folded it up tucking it under his breast plate. You bowed your head in return his kind words making your cheeks flush. The mumbling started up again, but you didn’t care, The knight commander had asked for your favour.

*******

The day was long and grueling, but Price fought with all his strength and skill. And in the end, he emerged victorious, having unhorsed all his opponents and won the tournament. Even at his age his level an skill never let him down even against men half his age.

As he removed his helmet and wiped the sweat from his brow, he felt a surge of pride and joy at the sight of you stood applauding his final victory your eyes wide with excitement. He hoped Garrick had got the message to Cece that he wanted to meet with you later that night in the eastern tower.

*******

As the whole castle slept you creeped through the dark corridors all the way to the eastern tower a tall candle lighting your way. You climbed the steep stone steps to the top opening the door to the small room, you thought maybe Price had changed his mind as it was empty but then from the shadows he appeared his dark blue eyes as if light from behind greeted you from the dark.

“I thought you’d changed your mind” you placed your candle on a near by dresser.

“Never…” he closed the distance between you in one stride, his arms wrapping around you pulling you back tight to his chest his face buried in your hair.

“You did well today, I heard the king singing your praises and you made a lot of men very rich by the way” you rested your hand on the back of his head.

“I don’t care about making other men rich and I’d take you singing my praises over the king any day” he mumbled the words into your hair.

“Don’t let the king hear you say that…or my father for that matter…he still wants me married off to sir Luke the one with the highland cows” Your words made Price step back he hated when you spoke of your fathers numerous attempts at marrying you to the highest bidder, it caused his heart to ache and blood to boil.

“Sir Luke can gladly fuck off…” Price scowled at even the repetition of the name.

“Never mind all that…..what was it you wanted to show me?” There was that child like excitement in your eyes again, your hands clasped together tight.

“Sit down” he guided you to sit in the small seat by the candle light, the glow illuminated your face and it almost caused his heart to cease, you were the most beautiful creature he had ever had the grace to lay eyes upon and here you were entertaining an old fool of a man.

Price handed you a small velvet box. Inside was his gold signet ring, his family crest engraved on the front.

“I know this is not nearly as beautiful as your handkerchief," he said, "But I hope you'll wear it in some form as a symbol of my love for you” as he spoke you took the ring from the box and slipped it on to your ring finger holding your hand up to admire how it looked in the candle light, you smiled at him, your best smile only reserved for him, it made his heart pang back to life in his chest.

“It looks rather nice on that finger doesn’t it?” Your smile turned to a grin. Price gave you a small smile, he would love nothing more than to slip a wedding band onto your finger, fully an finally claiming you as his an him yours, for the whole kingdom to see, but that was a new kind of war he hadn’t yet planned a strategy for, but for now he simply agreed with you.

“It does my love…it truly does” he held your hand up kissing it just below where the ring sat.

******

You had both been talking for hours entangled on the old ornate lounger as the tall candle was now just a wick fighting to stay alight.

“You better get back to your chambers mlady…I’m sure Cece will be thinking I’ve had my wicked way with you…” Price nuzzled his face into your neck his beard tickling you.

“I’m sure she will be climbing the walls, that or hunting poor Garrick down!” You laughed at the thought as you made you way to the door Garrick was a highly decorated knight and had fought in many battles but he was terrified of little Cece.

“Will I see you tomorrow?” You looked back at him.

“I’ll make sure to find you, maybe I’ll escort you on you afternoon ride? Cece permitting” He bowed his head taking your hand in his again to kiss it. You longed for his kisses on other parts of your body. Parts that made your skin run hot an heart to beat loud like a drum.

“I’d very much like that…” you made your way down the steep steps the cold wall guiding you down.

“Good night mlady” he bowed his head once more. This parting ways was always bittersweet as now you had to return to your respective roles only offering small glances an secret smiles across crowded rooms. Price watched as you made your way back to your chambers the glow from the moon lighting your way. Though it pained him, he knew you would hold his token of love close to your heart an he yours.

#captain john price #captain price #john price #captain john price x reader #captain price x reader #cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic #price x tank #141 knight au #141 knights au #cod knights au #knight au #call of duty knights au #sir price #cod knight #knight commander #knight commander price #lady tank #cod oc #cod headcanons #call of duty fic #cod fic #cod fanfiction #call of duty fandom

[ghouljams]

Viking soap! Viking soap! Viking soap!

Grrrrrrrr Yes ok yes because I am feral for this idea and you're partially engaging a special interest of mine.

You spot him at the same moment he does you. A flash of blue eyes reflecting the shallow river, long hair shorn short on the sides, the fur the edges his clothes marks him as easily as the paint on his face. A viking. He stands as quickly as you step back, his eyes fixed on you. If he's here there must be more at your village. You know well enough that these men don't travel as solitary creatures.

You turn and run towards your home. You hear the crash of him through the forest behind you giving chase. Even knowing the land as well as you do the terrain is uneven, the roots are made to catch your feet, and the branches are low to obscure your vision. You don't have the deer's advantage of darting movement to keep you out of reach. Each step you can hear him getting closer, until you feel his hands grab you.

The man, the viking, catches you around your middle. You kick and scream and make every effort to batter him with your fists, to make yourself difficult prey. You've heard enough stories about what these men do to know you want no part of it. He lifts you, hauls you up off the ground as you fight and twist.

"Would you be still, I'm not going to hurt you," The man tells you in gaelic. You freeze at the familiar tongue.

"You're a liar," You push at him, claw at his grip, "why would you chase me if you weren't hunting me?"

"Why would you run?" He asks, grabbing your wrists to pin them against his chest. You glare at him, your chest heaving as you gather your breath back. He's handsome, for a viking. There's something sort of rakish about the stubble on his face and the set of his brow. "Did I do something to scare you, bonnie?" It's not an honest question, he knows full well why you'd run.

You keep quiet, keep your glare level with him. An easy task with him holding you up, his arm hooked around your thighs. His head tips back to look at you with a smile. "Aren't you pretty," He whispers, hardly phased by the run or your anger. When you don't respond he seems to find his head again, his smile dropping to something more serious.

"Fine, courting later, business now." He sets you back down, keeping a tight grip on your wrists now that you've proven yourself a runner. "I'm here to negotiate a trade, I need an escort," He explains, though you would think a man needing an escort would have a shorter handle on the ax at his hip.

"A bad liar," You amend your previous statement, tugging at his hold.

"Fine," He relents, "I want an escort. Escort me." He insists, tugging you against his chest again. You're really getting tired of bumping into him.

"Why? So you can lead a raiding party back as soon as I turn around?" You spit.

“To what end?” The viking asks, tips his head to the side, his eyes hard on you, “What use do we have for dead healers?” 

You stop your struggling, stunned. He’s not wrong, but he speaks to an understanding of your village you hadn’t expected. How much did this man and his company know about you? How many scouts had walked your paths, watched your neighbors work? He’s right, dead healers are useless, but so are port healers. Vikings are only as strong as their weakest man, wouldn’t they prefer to keep healers on hand?

“You said-” You swallow, “You said you were here to negotiate a trade. What- A trade for what?” He looks away from you, and you have your answer. You were right to run, he’s here for one of you.

“Let’s go,” He doesn’t pull you, but you follow him anyway. Your mind races, thinking through the people your elders would offer up. Who was the most skilled, the most expendable, weighing what you might get in return. What couldn’t these vikings offer you? Safety, rare goods, money, animals, friendship. Invaluable intangible things that would aid all of you, for whatever price they set. It’s still only the illusion of a choice.

Your wrist is still held tight in his grip as you walk beside him. An escort, what a joke. You’re not going to put in a good word for him or do anything more than act as a pass for him to walk your streets. You’re busy working on your escape plan when you smell it.

Smoke, just as you step clear of the forest.

"Gods," the man breathes, both of you standing on top of the hill at the edge of the forest, watching your home burn. Your eyes grow wide watching the fleeing shadows of raiders, the sacrifices of you kin. What are they doing? Why would they- A mass of fire belches from the center of your village, the man covers your eyes, shields you from the heat of it with his cloak. The tattered tartan catches your attention, makes your heart pound in your chest. You recognize it, Mactavish. He was one of you.

"We have to go," He tells you. You try to pull yourself free, scream for your family down the hill. He catches you around the middle again, hauls you back into the safety of the forest. 

"Tell them to stop," you beg. Your sobbing pleas fall on deaf ears.

“Those aren’t my men,” He doesn’t set you down, transfers your squirming to his shoulder with a grunt and keeps his pace. You can still see the lick of flame and smoke through the trees. The only home you’ve ever known, gone in an instant and all you can do is watch. The forest grows thicker around you as you lay against the familiar unfamiliar tartan and let yourself be carried off like a spoil.

#I'm gonna close the ask box if y'all keep giving me aus #Just so you know this would be a slow burn like Knight Ghost #but I have a few scenes in mind #john mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #soap modern warfare #soap cod #soap mw2 #soap x you #soap x reader #john mactavish #john mactavish x you #cod x reader #x reader #this fic brought to you by De Selby parts 1 and 2 #viking!soap #I should rename my medieval to just historic

[ghostsgrl666]

knight!ghost x handmaiden!reader who can't keep their hands off of each other in corridors and secret staircases, who have to pass each other ten times a day as they both fulfill their castle duties but by the middle of the day ghost can't stand it anymore. He sees you hanging laundry just outside the servant's quarters and he sneaks up behind you, big hands engulfing your hips as his mouth swallows your gasp of surprise. knight!ghost who stares a hole through your tight, full bodice all night during the banquet as you pour drinks and pretend not to notice. knight!ghost who sneaks every night by candlenight through the dark underground corridors of the castle to get to your room, to climb into your tiny bed and press his face into the back of your neck. knight!ghost who has to ride into town the next day to help the king investigate the suspicious dissapearance of one of his lords, the same lord who had gotten a little too drunk and a little too handsy with you at the banquet.

#knight!ghost #medieval au #handmaiden!reader #handmaid!reader #ghost x reader #ghost x you #cod x reader #cod smut #ghost smut #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you

[streysteal]

aaaaand a medieval AU for the bbg’s  I’ll take drawing armor and swords over guns any day!

#knight #armor #simon ghost riley #Simon riley #ghost mw2 #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghoap #MW2 #cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #soap mw2 #soap mctavish #soap cod #ghost cod #medieval #alternate universe #mw2 AU #how many tags are too many?

[cobwebs-in-autumn]

Knight!141 returning to your village after the events of this post. And of course they have to come look for their favorite tavern wench. Only, you aren’t working in the tavern anymore :( they have to ask (threaten) the townspeople in order to find out where you are. Holed up in a cute little cottage in the woods, away from everyone in town. They think it’s adorable, but much too cramped. They have to duck their heads to even get in the front door. And then you come home, cute little wicker basket full of fresh bread and fruit that spills all over the ground when the basket falls from your hands. Staring up at them with big teary eyes before trying to run back out the door. Their cute little bunny :) Ghost is the one who slams the door closed before you can get back out, almost catching your fingers as he does so. Gaz is the one who tackles you to the ground, holding your kicking legs open so he can nuzzle at the crouch of your underclothes. Soap is the one who rips your clothes away, biting and sucking at every inch of skin revealed, hands groping and squeezing your tits harshly. It’s Price who kisses you, holds your head in place as he’s sucking on your tongue before pulling back and telling you that you belong to them now. That they like you too much to let you go. Nobody has ever driven his boys so crazy before. They’ll fill you up with their chubby little bastards and keep you safe and warm in your little cottage that won’t be so little anymore after they’re finished making the necessary adjustments. 🧡

#cod #call of duty #cw: non-con #cobweb writes #task force 141 x reader #task force 141 #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #John price #john price x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick x reader #knight au

[reds-skull]

I am thinking about yet another AU

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #cod ghost #cod soap #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #call of duty modern warfare #cod fanart #call of duty fanart #so yeah thinking about a futuristic au #but its like. Knights. In the future. #they use swords and shields and instead of horses they have motorcycles. And ghost is a full on robot android thing #soap is just wearing a helmet... bc its cooler #gaz and price are also in this au but i. didnt have time to design them #so just to keep track i now have blood hunger to finish #rev au part two planned after it #and this. new. goddamn. au. #do i have time for all of that? no #am i still gonna do it bc i like all of those ideas way too much? probably #am i doing this instead of working on the shit i actually need to? absolutely #uhh also the working title for this au is #cyberknights au #and ill edit this if i decide to change that

[danibee33]

No one:

Me: ok, but hear me out- knight!ghost and his queen

#still obsessed #there’s no amount of therapy that can help me now #i’m down so bad for knight ghost #knight!ghost #and his queen #call of duty #cod fandom #medieval au #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #i neeeeeeed

[ghostlywhiskey]

knight!price will push you up against a wall and kiss you when there isn’t a soul in sight in the hallways. finds it more exciting and enjoys seeing you get flustered at how bold he is behaving.

you’ll try to argue with him but he’ll just kiss you to keep you quiet. words trying to leave your lips interrupted every few seconds by his own lips that divert your focus to the kiss. and quickly, you resign to his efforts, hands reaching up to cup his face in your hands. he’ll move down to your neck because he knows how well you respond when he lets his teeth graze against the skin, a grin forming when he heard you let out a small gasp.

but, as much as he is bold, he isn’t stupid. so, as quick as he teases you is as quick as he pulls away. fingers tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “look a bit flustered, princess.”

your lips part slightly as if your about to speak, but the footsteps around the corner heighten in sound. the clicking of heels against the floor have both your heads turn as his hand drops away and he takes a step back from you. the sight of your maid turning the corner eases your anxiety as you glance at price for a moment, but he stays focused on the woman approaching the two of you.

“there you are,” she huffs, gently reaching for your hand as she stands next to you now. “we must get you ready for dinner.” her eyes glance at price, a knowing look is shared between the two of them before her focus is back on you.

“but it’s just dinner with—” except your words are left unfinished as price cuts you off. the playful demeanor present moments ago washed away as he still has yet to look at you again.

“you have an hour before the prince arrives.” the words that cut off your own are quick and emotionless. his eyes still holding gaze with your maid, only do they briefly land on you as he’s about to walk away. “make sure she looks presentable.”

and before you could ask more questions about the last minute guest, your maid is ushering you down the opposite direction from price to head to your room.

#john price #captain john price #john price x reader #captain john price x reader #john price cod #john price au #knight!price #nic talks price

[raffe156]

aww this knights au is giving me so many feelings!! Haven’t stopped thinking about it all day! An because I’m an angst son of a gun what is one of the bad endings to this amazing spin off? 🖤

Haha oh I’m glad I’m not the only one…I do love some good angst sooo here is one of the sadder ways this could go….

Imagine Tank marries Luke an Price just spends the rest of his days watching over her, watching her be a dutiful wife basically still loving her for the rest of his days…watches her become a lady of court, become a mother, teaches her sons how to fight like real knights, there are rumours the twins are his…and not Luke’s

she loves him still, he loves her, they still share little glances, little love notes…sometimes more…but as always war is never far away an Price has an army to command….he goes to war, he still writes to her…but then during one battle an arrow strikes him down and mangled in with the chain Mail is her silk handkerchief pinned to his chest by the arrow….he dies on the battle field images of her dance across his mind as he takes his final breath her name in his lips….back at the castle Tank is resting under a tree rubbing her newly swollen belly, watching as the twins play knights fighting over who gets to play “knight commander price” when all of a sudden a chill runs up her spine a tight feeling in her chest as if she has been struck…she looks out into the distance…something horrible has happened…..

I’ll be in the corner….

#captain price #captain john price #john price #price x tank #cod knights au #cod knight #knight commander price #knight commander #knights au #141 knights au #141 knight au #call of duty knights au #anon aks #cod angst #cod fanfiction #cod headcanons #cod oc #cod oc Tank

[http-paprika]

IVY AND IRON THORNS

the epigraph / sir simon riley x lady reader / a medieval au / masterlist

Branches bow and break under the weight of the wind, it howls and sings as the knight straggles through the gardens, unable to make sense of his thoughts. Walls of stone tower over him, ivy clinging to the old rock and his mask has never felt more suffocating.

“Simon!” Her voice fills his ears as she follows after the knight, her dress brushing against the stones of the footpath and damp grass.

Though the sky threatens to break open and pour out on them, she follows and seeks. Unrelenting in the way she’s captured his body and soul, consumed by the feel of her hands and gleam in her eyes.

The knight sinks to his knees when she finally finds him in the maze of hedges, roses, and bushes. Looking up to her shining face as his lungs struggle to fill with air. “I’m sorry, m’lady.”

taglist @mysteriouslydeafeningwerewolf @ghostlythots

#call of duty #call of duty mw2 #simon ghost riley #cod mw22 #ghost #simon ghost riley x reader #knight!ghost #medieval!ghost #medieval au #knight au #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #fanfic #ivy and iron thorns #ivy and iron thorns series

[ghouljams]

I am begging on hands and knees please write something about knight Ghost being sick and princess reader taking care of him.

PLEASE

OOOOOH ok maybe not sick, but how about injured?

Ghost hisses as you pull your thread tight, your needle held between deft, if shaking, fingers. You've read about wound treatment, even seen Ghost stitch himself up, but you've never had to deal with it yourself. He hardly looks at you, eyes glued to the pull of your needle through the skin on his side. His arm raised out of your way gives you a clear canvas to stitch, even as the wide expanse of his ribs expands and contracts with every loop. Your fingers are coated in his blood.

He's so firm under your hands. Well built and maintained muscle covers every inch of him. It's a shame to count the scars that litter his torso, or it should be. You have to keep yourself from running your fingers over the soft white scars that cover him like constellations of a life lived dangerously. It's too bad that this is your only moment of pleasure(small as it is) in this whole excursion, and it's coming at Ghost's expense.

"I'm sorry," You tell him for the hundredth time. This whole trip has been a nightmare. Diplomatic your ass, the next time someone needed to visit a warring neighbor you weren't volunteering. And now Ghost is hurt because you were wearing what was supposed to protect him.

"Don't be," He tells you, also for the hundredth time, "it was a lucky shot, won't happen again." You nod and tie off the last stitch. Ghost grunts, letting out a pained breath as you snip the thread, and tries to lower his arm. You stop him.

"I need to bandage it," You remind him.

"Beggars can't be choosers Princess, we gotta get moving." He pushes himself up onto his knees, and you wince watching his skin tug at your stitching, his wound oozing between the looped thread. You're quick to grab the hem of your dress as he stands, finding one of the seams and ripping it. Ghost freezes at the noise, looking down at you from his half stance.

He sits heavily back on the ground to watch you tear a length of cloth off your skirt. Almost curious, his eye heavy on you. He raises his arm again when you reach to loop the expensive fabric around his middle. The blood on your fingers hardly seems to make a dent in it when you see the way it clings to his wound, already soaking dark with his blood. You wrap a few more layers of it and tie off the makeshift bandage.

You stand when you've finished, Ghost's arm dropping back to his side as you enjoy the sway of your much shorter skirt as you do. This is nice, more ladies should wear their skirts at their knees. Ghost keeps his eyes on yours as you stand, unwilling to look at your immodesty. His hand however... His hand grips the back of your calf, slides up behind your knee, rough calloused fingers just grazing the back of your thigh so improperly far up your skirt. Well, up your usual skirt, here it seems he's just dipped above the ripped hem.

"I'm sorry," He rasps. His hand squeezes your soft flesh, enjoying the give of your skin the same way you enjoy the heated drag of his fingers.

"Don't be," You breathe. You keep your hands to yourself, though you ache to touch him. You don't want to sully your precious knight with any more blood than has already been shed. Ghost's hand moves from your leg to hold the tattered hem of your dress. He bows his head to kiss it, his eyes hot on yours. You feel a pang go through your heart, he looks good on his knees like this.

You do your best to control your breathing, school the heat on your cheeks, as he pushes himself to stand again. He leans carefully to grab his undershirt from the ground, and you watch the interlocked planes of muscle over his chest work as he pulls it over his head. His pain is quieter now, short breaths when he moves too quickly. Beautiful, you think as you watch him move.

"There's a stream nearby," He grunts, pulling his bloodied longsword from where he'd thrust it into the earth, "let's see if we can't get you cleaned up."

"I'm alright," You insist, your heart clenching tight at his care. How can he think of you when he's the one that's hurt?

"Got more of my blood on you than I do," He chuckles, holding out a hand for you. You hesitate to take it and his expression softens. "Come on sweetheart," He entreats, "A little blood won't scare me off."

He must be delirious, you tell yourself taking his hand. To call you something so affectionate so casually, as if he's called you that his whole life. You tuck it away in your heart to touch later when you're feeling especially masochistic. For now you let him lead you through the forest towards running water, so you can wash your hands of him before continuing your journey.

#cod x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #x reader #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #simon riley x reader #simon riley #knight!Ghost #princess!reader #medieval au

[ghostsgrl666]

pt 2. Knight!ghost who unlaces your corset carefully, trying to remeber how to breathe again as your skin becomes exposed to him. Knight!ghost who kisses every inch of you, memorizing your plush body and worshipping the path to your aching cunt. Knight!ghost who laps at you like a man starved, who gets so caught up in the feel, the smell, the taste of you that he goes on for hours without realizing it, strong hands keeping you from writhing away as you come over and over again. Knight!ghost who finally looks up at you as the morning sun begins to lighten the dark sky, who takes you in his arms and slowly takes you apart with each thrust into you. Fingers coming up to your face to wipe away the tears that fall down your face without losing his rhythm for a second. Knight!ghost who whispers into your hair as you both come down, sweet verses and poetry about a goddess divine who has captured him, body and soul, heart and mind. You can only manage to kiss him in response, savoring the hum of his words against your tongue before you both drift to sleep, his warm steady breaths a lullaby of the dawn.

#knight!ghost #ghost x reader #medieval au #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #ghost x you #ghost smut #simon riley smut #cod x reader #cod smut #first time #he's a poet yall

[techs-cyarika]

Knight! Ghost this, King! König that (hehe king-king, can we please give that man a fanon name??)

WHAT ABOUT PRINCE! GAZ???

On GOD if this man doesn’t get more recognition….

But I’m telling y’all I’ve been thinking about it all day like Gaz being the prince of a kingdom and he’s well loved by all his people

Like Knight! Price is highly regarded by the king, possibly captain of the guard, and started Prince! Gaz’s weapon/knight(?) training

And knight! Price DID NOT take it is easy on Gaz just because he was the prince. If anything Price pushed him harder than any of the other boys in training because as Price says, “An army is only as strong as it’s leader”

Gaz built a strong relationship with the knights and soldiers around the castle by spending so much time training with them, they all have a lot of respect for their Prince and would be honored to follow him into battle

Prince! Gaz loves tournaments, his favorite event??? JOUSTING

I’ve been thinking about it a lot, I mean A LOT (a couple months ago I was thinking about a knight!Ghost X Princess! Reader au and even then all I could think about was what a god Gaz would be at the joust)

Gaz loves the thrill of a roaring crowd, his stallion excitedly prancing under him, his opponent clear in his sights, and the satisfying break of his lance against hard steel

I don’t think Gaz has ever been unsat in an official tourney

Also? hello?? GAZ THE GALLANT???

I’m throwing up thinking about about being the lucky lady that Prince! Gaz gives his rose to before his run in the list 😭

#gnawing at the bars of my enclosure #he’d look so good in like purples and blues #cod medieval au #prince!gaz #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #kyle garrick #cod x reader #knight!ghost #knight!price

[cobwebs-in-autumn]

Horrid horrid thoughts of Knight!141 in a tavern, groping at Tavern Wench!Reader. Pulling you into one of their laps as the other works to pull your skirt up and your underclothes down, none of them caring how you cry and squirm. And nobody around can do anything to help for fear of getting a sword in their belly. You’re worried that that will be how this ends for you but they just leave you on the tavern floor, hiccuping and half exposed, the only thing in your belly being their seed. Walking out like they didn’t just ruin you inside and out.

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[dragonbe-writing]

Fallen Feathers

Fantasy AU ft. Knight!John Price

Summary: John Price is sent out by the king to hunt a monster. He wanders through the woods and finds a girl, living alone who wishes not to be seen.

This is Part 1 of a series

Word Count: ~2K

Author's Note: Hello! It's been a while. I've had this story idea typed up for nearly a year and just couldn't get comfortable with it. But I've been inspired by @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world 's fantasy AU, and decided just to post this and see what happens. Enjoy!

Sweat trickled down the back of his neck as he made it to the top of the hill. He looked out over the basin, the sun rising behind him and casting shade from the trees out onto the village below. The village- Edriel (Ee-drill), -was already bustling with life in the early hours. Farm-help out watering crops before the sun wilted them, mothers cooking breakfast for the little ones before their day of chores and play, priests walking through to say their blessings and good mornings. 

A world of intimacy, a world of peace. 

The very things John had sworn to protect, the very reason he was on this hill in the first place. He was a Commander, a third-rank Knight sent out to protect the village. His village. The place he’d grown up, the place he devoted his life and servitude to. 

A monster lived in the forest, he was told. The King ordered him to find and slay the monster. So, John turned away from the village, and headed into the forest.

He used his sword to cut through the thick brush, heading for… well, he wasn’t sure. The King wouldn’t give him a description of the monster- perhaps he didn’t have one. But if he didn’t have one, then was John just chasing a rumor? He had been under the King since he was a boy, it was a little insulting to be sent on a goose chase. 

Slice.

He was a Commander, for God’s sake! A third rank Knight- a position he had worked hard for. And here he was, running around the forest, looking for something that wasn’t even there. 

Slice.

This is a rookie’s task, he figured. Something to keep them busy, to test their loyalty.

Slice.

Perhaps the King was becoming senile in his old age. Or maybe John was just upset at the mission. He saw the way the other Commanders smirked when he was given his task. It was embarrassing, especially after a life of devotion. 

Slice.

The brush cleared away, revealing a secluded area that looked… cared for. He crouched under a branch, keeping his sword at the ready- just in case. A small stream ran near his feet, water as clear as he’d ever seen. There was a garden, and even a house. It looked similar to the Edriel houses, however it was poorly built. Things seemed to be added over time: patches to the roof, new ties for the wood. He studied it carefully, jumping when he heard a noise from inside the house. 

“Who’s there?” a woman asked from inside the house. She sounded human. 

“I am a Commander of Edriel’s army. I am coming in,” he said, sword raised as he opened the door. 

The house was small, just enough for one person. The curtain was closed, engulfing the house in darkness. He could tell she was in the corner, but he couldn’t see her. 

“Open the curtain,” he ordered, his voice coming out gruff. 

“...I’d rather not,” she said quietly, her body pressed against the walls. “I-I am horribly burned, I’d prefer not to be seen.” 

John lowered his sword, putting it back in its sheath. “Yes ma’am,” he said in a much softer voice. It was a foreign feeling. It had been ages since he had spoken so softly. “...what is your name?”

She went quiet, and it sounded as though she was shuffling on her feet. A wave of realization washed over him. He had broken into this poor woman’s home and demanded to see her. She was probably terrified. 

“I am John Price, a proud Knight of Edreil,” he started, hands behind his back as he respectfully tipped his head. After a few moments of silence, she spoke. 

“Adelaide,” she said quietly. 

“Adelaide… what?”

“Just Adelaide.”

A tense silence covered them. He cleared his throat, looking around the house. “..Okay, Adelaide. I apologize for my rude intrusion. If I may… why do you live out here?” he asked.

“People do not stare at me out here. It is peaceful,” she said. “What has you out here?”

He hesitated. His business was embarrassing, but if anyone knew where a monster was, it would be her. He took a breath. “The King has sent me out in search of a monster.”

“A monster?” she asked, voice pitching higher. 

“Do not worry,” he said quickly, raising a hand in front of him. “I will take care of it, you will be of no harm.”

“What does it look like?”

Another pause, this one longer. He let out a low sigh, his chainmail armor clinking as he raised a hand to run through his hair. 

“...You do not know?” 

“...no, ma’am.”

He swore he heard her snort. “What kind of king sends a knight out with no description?” 

He huffed, rolling his eyes. “You’d be a fool to talk poorly of the King in front of one of his knights,” he said dryly.

“Are you going to detain me?” she asked with a hint of amusement.

“I could,” he responded quickly, hand resting on the hilt of his sword. He was met with silence, to which he sighed. “Do you know of any monster living around here?” 

“...no. But, I will be weary,” she said to him, any details of emotion stripped from her voice.

He gave her a nod and turned to leave. “Good day, ma’am,” he said, closing the door to her home and going out the way he came. 

As he continued his search for the monster, he thought about her. Was she truly so badly burned that she must live alone? He didn’t remember a fire in the village. 

Perhaps she was from Pulsk? 

No, surely not. Pulsk was a lawless trading post crawling with criminals, monsters, witches- she would not have to move from there, her appearance would not be so bad there. So she must be from Edriel. But he had never heard of a fire that bad- he had never heard of a woman living outside the village. 

How long had she been alone? Who else knew she was there?

~~~~

John was sent out every day for the next week. It seemed he’d be doing this until the monster was found. On the fourth day, he stopped by her area again. 

“Miss?” he called out. He heard a door slam, and saw the curtain in her window close. 

“John?” she asked worriedly. 

“At your service. May I come in? Is it dark enough?” he asked, waiting by the door for her word. 

“Yes,” she called out after a moment. He opened the door, the smell of smoke filling his nose. She must’ve blown out a candle. She was in the same corner as last time. 

The light from the door fell on his face, lighting him up with a glow. He smiled at her, clearing his throat. He shifted a bit uncomfortably on his feet. “How is life out here?” he asked, eyes glancing around as he tried to figure out where to look. 

“Peaceful. Quiet, most days,” she replied. His lips pursed, eyebrows creasing. 

“…Would you like me to leave?” 

“Oh! Oh, I didn’t… I did not mean you,” she clarified quickly. He imagined she looked worried, and he smiled a bit to make her feel better. 

“So, other people visit?” he asked with a grin. 

“Well… no…” she murmured, and he chuckled. It was a deep timbre that reverberated through his chest. 

“Right,” he said. They fell into a silence, and he shifted again. It was difficult having a conversation with someone you couldn’t see. “…do you ever miss the village?” 

He heard ruffling- it must’ve been her clothes. “No. I miss the food sometimes,” she said, watching as he looked around her place. “There used to be a woman who sold pastries. I think about her quite often.” 

He lit up, eyes shining and lips stretched in a smile. “Mrs. Dresel?”

“Yes!” she said, the most enthusiastic he’s ever heard her. “Is she still alive? She was quite old when I last saw her…” 

“Yes, she’s still around. Still making those pastries, too,” he smiled fondly, thinking of them. “I have not visited her in a while,” he thought aloud. 

“Nor have I… for obvious reasons…” she said and the house creaked. John looked around at the roof worriedly. “Oh, it does that,” she said dismissively. 

“…did you build this yourself?” he asked her, eyes scanning over the structure. Pillars of wood, stuck together with what appeared to be mud. The roof was wood planks, with some more mud, and dried straw. Simple, but effective. 

“I did,” she replied, also now looking at it. 

“…it isn’t bad,” he said with a shrug. She let out a laugh. 

“You’re very polite.”

“I’m a Knight.”

She laughed, making his eyes tear away from the roof back to the corner she hid in. He could imagine her, standing there with bright eyes. It made him chuckle. 

“My house isn’t much, but it is mine,” she continued. 

“It’s lovely,” he replied, eyes going back to the structure. “Very impressive.” 

“Thank you,” she replied. “Any luck on finding your monster?” 

He groaned, rolling his eyes. His entire body tensed, lips pressed in a thin line. “No. I’m starting to think the King is playing a trick on me,” he remarked, chainmail clanking. 

“Perhaps he’s gone bad? Like a fruit?” she offered up, amusement clear in her voice. 

“Careful,” he warned, trying not to smirk. “I still work for the man- even if he is a bit mushy.” 

She laughed, a noise that made the corners of his lips turn up. He pictured her shoulders shaking, her smile wide and unapologetic. He wondered how often she laughed out here.

“You’re funny- for a Knight,” she poked, voice dripping with sarcasm. 

“D’you have a thing against Knights?” he asked, arms crossed over his chest but a smile on his lips. 

“They haven’t always been kind to me,” she remarked, making his mood change. His arms fell to his sides, and his eyebrows creased as his smile vanished. 

“Then you must’ve been doing something you weren’t supposed to,” he replied with a bit of an edge. A blanket of tension wrapped around her house. 

“…do you take me for a criminal, John?”

He thought in silence for a couple moments, before finally replying. “No, I suppose not,” he muttered, almost begrudgingly. Though, if a Knight had been rude to her, it was likely deserved. “Never mind.”

They fell into silence, the air thicker than the smoky scent of her home. She huffed a bit, more rustling heard. “Don’t you have a monster to catch?” she asked, voice carrying a sharpness to it. 

He cleared his throat, chainmail clunking as he readjusted himself. “Indeed. Have a good day, Miss Adelaide,” he said politely, before turning and leaving her house, door closing behind him. 

Perhaps she was a criminal. Why else would a knight have been rude to her? It would make sense, her living out here by herself. He would have to go through the old town logs, see if the name Adelaide appeared. Though, it might be difficult without a last name. 

He was ducked under the branch again, leaving the area she had claimed. He huffed, wiping the sweat on his neck with his handkerchief. 

What if she wasn’t a criminal? What if she was just horribly burned? He still could not remember a fire that bad- though, if he looked through the logs… 

He had taken his horse, Obsidian, with him today. He gently pet her nose, sighing softly. “C’mon, old girl,” he said, hoisting himself up onto the saddle. “Back to the castle- let’s get you an apple, hmm?” 

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[victoria-grimesss]

Knight!Ghost Headcanons

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->Pairing: Knight!Ghost x Princess!Reader

->A/N: I'm a bio major not a history major so I apologize for any inaccuracies.

When you became of age of course your parents, the King and Queen needed someone to protect their sweet, precious, and adored daughter.

They requested the best knight in all of the land, Ghost.

You would be sitting in the throne room when you first laid eyes on him. The large doors opening and the light dancing off his armor as he approached your parents. Your breath was nearly taken from you as you gazed upon the large man in-front of you. He would bow as accustomed greeting them and they would give their approval.

He would protect you with his life, you were beautiful no doubt many men and women would kill to marry you, but alas you will be arranged with whomever is best for politics.

He would walk with you out of the throne room and to wherever you go within the castle walls or outside.

You frequent the rose garden, and he stands stone-still as you walk around the blooming flowers and giggle and laugh all while watching him. He's so out of place in the garden. A big strong man coated in impenetrable dark armor surrounded by pastel flowers and twisting vines.

You would ask questions about him and his life, and he would respond in short, gruff, and thickly accented answers. Your stomach would erupt in butterflies when we would speak, you had never encountered a knight as all-consuming as him.

He never strays far from you, when you go to town or the port to watch the ships everyone would avoid you, giving a wide berth to the two of you.

He admired the way your dress coated your body and your hair looked so smooth and silky, he assumed it felt better than any imported silk ever could.

He shouldn't have these feelings for you, but he wants to draw his sword when a boy you are meant to court greets you and you do not repay the same affections he gives you. Your words are short with him, almost mean. And your eyes drift to Ghost frequently as you talk with the young man, they would rake from bottom to top, your gaze heavy on his eyes and he returns it.

He smirks under his helmet, knowing your affection is directed to him.

He would stand near the door when dinner is served. He would watch you eat delicacies many would kill for, you would get drunk off of the finest of wines, then he would escort you back to your room.

You would hang off of him, ditzy and bubbly as you sing small parts of songs as the two of you walk, well you stumble and he nearly carries, you down the hallway.

Eventually you grow too tired to walk any further you sit in a hall chair and refuse to get up. Ghost grows irritated at your antics and eventually just slings you over his shoulder.

"Oh my, what a strong knight you are. I shall request you carry me everywhere from now on. I do fear my feet may fall off from all this walking about the castle." He does not respond but the arm that grows tighter around your waist tells you all you need to know.

He would place you on your plush bed, you still drunk off of wine would laugh as he stands still at the end of your bed.

You would grow quiet and hum lightly at the sight of him in your quarters, at the end of the bed. To most he's that stuff of nightmares, but to you he's the creation of your dreams.

You would sit up, letting down your hair your hand would trace down you neck and corset,

"You know... I just can never see myself marrying those boys my father sends me. I've always loved knights. May I ask, do you like princess's sir?"

He would stiffen at your words, it is his job to protect you even from himself and his needs. Perhaps if you were not intoxicated he would play into your game but for now he tells you to sleep and leaves the room, he enjoys the pout that paints your face as he leaves.

He thought this would be an easy job, to protect you till marriage but he's finding it's the most difficult he's ever had.

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