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Simon slipped his arm around your hip, fingers curling with a casual possessiveness that sent a thrill skittering down your spine. “Glad to have you back, doll,” he murmured softly into your hair.
You leaned further into Simon as König’s lips pressed to the side of your neck, enjoying the firm bulk of their bodies on either side of you. König’s hand splayed across your thigh when you tilted your head to allow him better access to your unmarked skin. The dark folds of his hood came untucked as he leaned down to you, the soft material grazing your collarbone.
König threaded his fingers through yours, a perfect fit for the empty spaces. “This is where you belong. Right here,” he said.
You closed your eyes and nuzzled your face more deeply into the well-worn cotton of Simon’s shirt, breathing him in, warmth and charred evergreen and promise.
None of the things you’d been worrying about mattered now — only this did.
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- Part 2 of The Steel Thread
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02 Dec 2025
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Lieutenant Simon Riley stays with sergeant!reader because his flat has mold and seeing you off-duty knocks him sideways.
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02 Dec 2025
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After the sudden loss of her parents, she returns to the condo they retired to in Key Largo — sun-bleached, unnervingly quiet, and filled with too many ghosts. She expects the grief. She doesn’t expect the groundskeeper.
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02 Dec 2025
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The devices in his ears were the best the military could get him—expensive, discreet, smart. They helped in crowded shops and city streets. Let him catch parts of sentences if the person stood close and spoke clearly. High-frequency filters, speech enhancement, all of it.
But it was like trying to listen to a symphony through a cracked radio. Tinny. Fuzzy. Off.
And when it was quiet like this—no traffic, no orders, no gunfire to cut through—it felt worse.
He could see your voice. Your lips forming his name.
He wanted to hear it.
Christ, he wanted to hear it.
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Simon gets medically discharged -and despite himself he helps an old lady cross the street. Leading him all the way home to her niece-you.
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If It Bites, Try Tapping It on the Snout by GoodyGumDrops
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
28 Sep 2025
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There you were...Drenched in coagulating blood and smelling of bile and fear—reeking of flowers and fertile fruit, dangling helplessly like an unholy sacrifice.
Prey. Ripe for picking.
He could taste it through the gaping maw hidden beneath his glorified muzzle.
(Post-apocalyptic alternate universe with Monster-Ghost and Civilian Reader with horrendous survival skills)