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a-small-writer-in-a-big-world · 2 months

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Rescue pt. 2: knight!price x princess!reader

Warnings: talk of pregnancy, medieval standards for women

A little longer than normal

Sir John Price’s hands were gentler than they looked.

He led you to the river when he saw the cut on your arm, and had you sit on a nearby rock. He barely said a word to you, just merely told you to sit while he grabbed a pouch out of his horses saddle and went to the river.

When he returned, he came back with a wet rag and kneeled beside you. He hesitated to touch you before he gently began to clean the blood from your skin.

You expected him to hold your arm firmly, to pull at your skin and create friction but instead he held you delicately. He was careful as he cleaned your wound, his gentleness a stark contrast to the bloodshed he created just moments before.

Every touch from his warm fingers made goosebumps form and set your skin aflame.

You jerked when the wound stung and he stopped.

“I’m sorry, my hands are rougher than most.” He apologized as if he caused the wound.

You’re at a loss of what to say.

You’d never seen this side to him, to the knight who you bickered and fought with, who you were sure hated your guts, who had become your shadow. You thought he was incapable of it, or at the very least incapable of showing this side to you.

“It was irresponsible for you to run off like that.” He scolded you and you scowled.

“Save the lecture, I’m not a child.” You snapped at him and his eyes narrowed.

“You run off into the forest without a care, you play into fantasies about secret admirers and ignore your duty as a princess-“

“Watch the way you speak to me.”

“Someone should tell you the truth, I’m not afraid of you.”

You pushed him away and stood up. You hated the way hands shook as you glared at him.

“You know nothing about me!” You shouted. “My entire life is for my people and I have always put them first. I spend every moment waiting for the day I’m sold like cattle in the name of peace while everyone looks at me like I’m a prize to be won.”

Your mouth moved faster than your thoughts. It was improper to your knight this, to even speak of your thoughts like this out loud but you were at your wits end.

“I listen to others boast about themselves so I can choose them while they don’t even see me-“

“You seemed happy when the king did it-“

“Because it’s my duty! If I don’t marry him then i am failure…I am nothing more than a link in a chain of security.”

Your throat was tight and you could hardly breathe.

“My life has never been my choice.” You choked out. “I am destined to be an object that creates an heir and thrown to the side once I’ve served my purpose.”

Price was silent and your ragged breaths were the only thing that took up the air.

You felt awful for your feelings. These things were irresponsible, you were selfishly thinking more about yourself than the greater good but you were so desperate for something different.

“Why did you run?” Price asked, his tone softer.

You blinked as the back of your eyes stung with tears.

“I had to get away.”

Your emotions swirled like a storm within you, your thoughts a mess. The attack, your marriage, his kindness, it was all too much.

A surge of tears hit you and you sat down on the rock again, hiding your face in your hands as they began to fall down your face. You stifled your sobs because you didn’t want to degrade yourself anymore in front of him.

He stepped in front of you.

“Your highness, do you wish to marry the king?” Price’s voice was calm and firm yet there was a softness that struck your chest.

“I have to-“

“No.”

Your eyebrows knitted together and you looked up from your hands.

Price kneeled in front of you, much like how squires are when they wait for the Queen to knight them so they can serve the kingdom. His cold blue eyes stared at you as if he waited for a command, a sort of devotion only one could have for someone who they served implicitly.

He waited patiently for you to answer, his eyes trained on your face as you wiped away your tears.

You debated on whether you should say it or not, but he already thought you irresponsible. What more did you have to lose?

“No.”

Price stated at you for a moment before he seemed to come to terms with what you said. There was a sense of finality in his eyes as he nodded, before he stood and pulled out the pouch.

“Let me finish tending to your wound, your highness.” He began to apply a salve that cool the irritation of your cut. “Then I’ll escort you back to the castle.”

You didn’t protest as he wrapped the wound with a cloth.

After he had helped you on his horse he led you through the forest back towards the castle. You were still at war with yourself, utterly exhausted and a mess of emotions as you sealed your fate to be married to the king in just a week.

You tried to control your tears which only led to more falling as you sniffled like a child.

“I’m sorry.” You’re not sure why or what you apologized for.

“I won’t judge you.” He assured you. “Even if you stain the saddle.”

You scoffed, a smile pulling at your lips even as you let a few more tears slip.

Once you were back at the castle he helped you down from his horse, his hand against yours creating a sort of shock between the both of you before you bid him goodnight.

You did your best to hid your wound until you were in the safety of your bedchamber, where you found yourself having finally given up on being free.

Sir John Price had never felt such anger when he saw you cry.

It had never really occurred to him that you would feel the way you did, trapped and worthless, when you were more than that. He never realized that the suitors who he thought you entertained because you wanted to, made you feel that way, that he made you feel that way.

He’d think more on it if he had the time. He wanted to do more than what he was going to do, but there was only so much a knight could do.

Your tears and words stirred something inside him.

Price watched you enter the castle, his hand trembling from your touch. Your skin was softer than he imagined, warmer than the rays of the sun, and had sent a current of electricity through him.

What he was about to do was risky, but he was willing to take that leap if it meant it dried your tears.

He returned to the barracks, where he had called a meeting between his own men before he managed to catch a glimpse of you running to the forest.

He was lucky he had got there in time. He felt sick thinking about what would’ve happened if he hadn’t. The rage he felt seeing blood on you was unprecedented for him.

Fate seemed to be in his favor however. Sir Simon Riley had returned from the king’s kingdom after he had sent him there for information as he refused to let the Queen marry you off without first knowing who the king was.

From what he saw today, he was not much. Even a knight like himself could see the taint he carried and he couldn’t believe the Queen allowed it, so he hoped that she didn’t know any better.

He desperation to marry you off was worrisome but he didn’t have time for that.

“What did you find?” Price asked when he returned to the table.

“A declaration of war, yet to be announced.” Simon set the scroll on the table. “And no money.”

“Steamin’ Jesus, he wants to pulls us into war.” Sir John MacTavish uncrossed his arms in disbelief.

“We’re not equipped for this.” Kyle said and looked to Price. “Not without proper preparation.”

Price stared at the pieces of paper. The audacity the king had to exploit the Queen in such a way, knowing that he could’ve had support if he had asked, but perhaps he wanted to assurance there would be if he married you, especially since he had no money.

It would embarrass her. It was enough reason to call of the wedding.

Enough reason to save you.

The moment you told him that you truly did not want to marry the king, he told himself he would find a way to break the marriage between the two of you by any means necessary.

“The Queen won’t stand for this.” Price swayed his hips. “I’ll notify her immediately.”

“Delving into politics, sir?” Kyle teased and he huffed.

“Kate’s gone, I have no choice.”

He took the pieces of paper and walked towards the castle. He was just as convincing as Kate could be and with evidence it wouldn’t be hard.

He was determined to not fail and though it was uncommon for him to show himself at the Queen’s quarters he was not afraid of what she might say to him.

“Your majesty,” he bowed deeply when she answered the door. “I have troubling information about our guest.”

The next morning was tense. The throne room lacked the regular court but the Queen and you sat in your throne’s while the king stood the eyes of your mother’s judgement.

Price stood at the bottom of stairs and watched the panic course through the king with indifference.

“You lied to me, to my daughter and expect us to take it lightly?” The Queen’s words were laced with venom.

“It wasn’t a lie, your majesty!” He protested but she raised her hand to stop him.

“I ask for peace and you bring me war, I ask for prosperity and you give me nothing.”

Price glanced at you and noticed the shock on your face. You were told to join your mother suddenly and the new information had been kept tightly sealed until this moment to keep the scandal at a minimum. You had gone into this blind and though he regretted that, he hoped your relief would make up for it.

“We are a strong kingdom who values strong allies, you are more reckless than a wild boar.” The Queen spat and the king sputtered. “I’ll have none of this in my court.”

The king tried to come up with some excuse but The Queen stood up. The air was thick as he looked down her nose at him.

“Sir John,” she said and Price looked to her. “Have your men escort him out the castle.”

“Yes, your majesty.” He bowed as she made her way out of the throne room.

“We will discuss your marriage another day, my darling.” She said to you and all you could do was nod.

Price watched his men escort the king out of throne room and all that was left was him and you.

He turned to you and you shared a look.

You looked surprised but visibly relieved. You stared at him with a sense of awe but also uncertainty as if you couldn’t quite believe what happened. Thought he didn’t outright say it was him, he was sure you had your suspicions about whether or not this was his doing.

He hopes that maybe this would partially make up for his mistakes against you.

“This was irresponsible, Sir John.” You finally said and he raised an eyebrow.

“My duty is to protect the crown…” he argued. “If you’re implying that this was my doing, however I can assure you I had no hand in this.”

You quirked an eyebrow and the corner of your lips twitched. He couldn’t help but admire the twinkle of amusement in your eyes with a sense of awe that struck him harder than anything before.

It was a small lie, one to save face and to provide a chance to keep sentimental feelings at bay for the time being.

“Is that so, sir?”

“It would seem it.”

You stood up and made your way to him. There was a sense of vulnerability within your eyes as you struggled to meet his and he found himself almost begging that you would look at him.

“Thank you.” You said barely above a whisper.

Price blinked a couple times and before he bowed.

“Of course, your highness.”

A/n: what does Price say? Violence and timing? He sure if efficient when it comes to you.

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ghostlywhiskey · 4 months

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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.

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techs-cyarika · 7 months

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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

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dragonbe-writing · 2 months

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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?

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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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piratesfromspace · 5 months

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Medieval AU Captain Price x Reader

CW : light smut under the cut

Medieval AU where Price is Captain of the Guard, and you're just a handmaiden of the Lady of the castle. He's an impressive and ruthless man, but always fair. You've seen him train in the court, massive body moving with ease. He can yield a sword you can barely lift (you tried once, in secret).

Yet you've also seen him be kind and caring towards young apprentices, guiding them through difficult moves. Seen him tend to his horse with a softness that makes you melt.

In the heat of the past summer, you even saw him half naked, training with his arms and chest bare. Strong muscles rippling under a layer of fat - healthy, powerful.

Dark hair on the top of his chest, and then some more leading across his belly and under his pants. Sinful thoughts, that follows you into your bed. At night, when the pressure is too much, your hands wander between your legs and you work yourself to completion, thinking about Captain Price. How his large hands would feel on your hips, how his sweaty skin would taste under your tongue, how good he would stretch you up on his cock. How you wish he would join you on your cot and take you with all his might.

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cordeliawhohung · 4 months

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Do you got any SFW or NSFW Headcannons for your Knight!Price Sir John im in love with that one shot and i definitely need more!! ♥️3♥️

WHY YES, YES I DO

Millie is talking about my Knight! John Price x Princess!Reader one shot "As You Wish" for any of you who are interested <3 i've been dreaming about eventually turning this one shot into a proper fic once i have more time. just too many ideas and not enough time ): spoilers and whatnot under the cut!

Sir John Price is only a knight because he comes from a long dynasty of them. His father was one, and his father before him, and so on. It's a good paying job, and one he doesn't mind doing, but if he hadn't been trained to fight from birth, he would have chosen a different profession. However, he is the first in his family to receive such an honor as being the king's personal guard.

He's a natural scholar, as seen in the story. He reads up on all the old stories of the gods, ones that are seldom worshiped anymore. It's why he was able to point out the constellations to the princess and entertained her with stories while they were snowed into that old cabin.

He's a better hunter than most knights are because he always thought it was unfair that food would be given to him simply because of his profession. He made sure he studied well with the bow to be able to provide for himself and not expect people to provide for him simply because he was someone to be feared.

Though he studied the gods, he's not a religious man. Never really was. Only read about them because the old folk tales were a good way to pass the time.

He isn't married in the story, but he's not a virgin. He'd never pay for sex, and would always stray away from prostitutes, but sometimes during campaigns he would be approached by women. Never would seek sex first, though, and certainly not because he didn't want it. He's very aware of the fear his status brings, and he likes to know that a woman is agreeing to fuck him because she wants to and not because she's scared to say no to him.

Because of this, the man is TOUCH STARVED. He was secretly eating up every moment him and the princess had to cuddle up to stay warm in the story. And when she was naked after she fell into the stream? Of course he is a chivalrous man, but he certainly enjoyed it more than he should have lmao.

On that note, he is a very giving lover. Not submissive, as we've seen him be more than stern with the princess he answered to in the story, but just willing to do whatever it takes to please.

He really likes missionary in this universe lol. Just likes seeing the look on his lovers face while he's fucking them because he refuses to rely on sound alone to ensure that they're actually enjoying it.

I like to imagine he sketches. He cannot draw people for the life of him, but scenery and objects are his forte. If I do end up turning this into a proper fic, I'd like to include more of this into the story.

As a child, his favorite animal used to be the fox because he liked the scarlet red color of their coats. Until he saw an old farmer sobbing over the loss of his chickens due to their untamed hunger. He grew to favor the wood warbler instead.

He knows a few songs but is a terrible singer. Only recites them after he's had plenty of mead.

His favorite color is red. There's no reason behind this, I just think Knight!Price would look hot as fuck in plain brown pants and a dark red shirt lmfao.

He's also a bit younger in this universe than in canon due to people not really living all that long in these types of settings. I think in canon he's around 37, but I'd place him closer to 32 in this universe. Not much of a difference, but with him being a knight and all he probably wouldn't live to the age of 40.

Not even in this universe can John Price escape the breeding kink, because he certainly has one! However, he refuses to have children and subjugate them to the same, harsh fate and training he had to endure as a child simply due to their lineage. (if only a certain princess would come along and save him from that fate... tragic.)

anyway, i think that's about all my brain can crank out right now. i love this stupid little universe. i still can't believe i created so many gods for them to worship lmfao. i did way too much world building for my own good, but given the chance i would utilize a lot of it in a proper story (: thanks so much for giving me the opportunity to gush about this!!! i'm honestly really surprised a lot of people enjoyed that story la;kdj

#captain john price headcannons #john price headcanons #john price hc #knight!price

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wishfuldivine · 2 months

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AEHEKHGFLSJSKDJD LOOK AT THEM!

#kyle gaz garrick #john price #pricegaz #cod #call of duty #elliot knight #barry sloane #THEY'RE SO FUCKING HANDSOME

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tb-png · 1 year

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the prettiest boy of the 141!!! - 🧢

hes so PRETTYYY I LOVE HIM SM

i spent half an hr on this so please ignore all the mistakes 😭 i just wanted to draw my pretty boy

#tbpng #call of duty #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #tf 141 #141 #gaz x soap #soapgaz #johnny soap mactavish #john price #simon riley #gaz #cod #cod hc #call of duty modern warfare #elliot knight

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So per the results of the poll I did two days ago, Knight!Price is in love with a gender-neutral Reader/Sovereign!Reader. While it is gender-neutral, Reader has shoulder-length hair to symbolize that their kingdom is in a time of peace. Like with Knight!Ghost, I just made up a kingdom name. CW: Assassination attempt on Reader (Price protects you, dw) Part One, Part Two

You were out and about in Wixia, the capital city of your kingdom, Orithia. You were in the city square, playing with the kids and enjoying being with your people. Your laughter filled the air as you playfully chased kids and watched them squeal.

Your loyal knights of your Royal Guard managed to keep up with you as you chased after the kids, dutifully watching over you. One of those knights was the head of the Royal Guard, John Price. A man who had been your loyal knight ever since you took the throne many years ago when you turned eighteen.

John kept his eyes on you, taking in every inch of your sweat-laden skin. His eyes roamed all over, taking in your beautiful shoulder-length hair, a symbol of how Ortihia was in an era of peace. He drank in the sight of your beautiful colored eyes, alight with such intense joy. How your movements were so graceful as you played with your younger subjects.

You and the children eventually stopped running to catch your breaths, breathy laughter escaping from your lips. As you were catching your breath, another kid ran up to you, carrying a hand-crafted flower crown.

"Oh, is this for me?" you asked, smiling as you took the flower crown gently from the child. Your smile widened when they nodded. "In that case, I'll be honored to wear this flower crown."

You beckoned John forward and when he was near, you took off your jeweled crown and placed it in his awaiting hands. It was unusual for a ruler to take off their crown in front of their subjects, but you weren't a regular ruler. You replaced the jeweled crown with the flower crown, placing it upon your head.

You turned to John, tilting your head up slightly to look him in the eyes. "How do I look, Sir John?"

"You look splendid, Your Majesty," John responded, staring at the flower crown upon your head instead of in your eyes.

If you had looked closer, you'd see how blown-out his pupils were, like you were the most breathtaking person he had ever seen.

"Thank you—"

Your words were cut off by the crowd around you crying out as a man wielding a sword pushed through them. The children around you scattered in fear as the man threw his sword in your direction.

It felt like it was all happening in slow-motion. You saw the sword fly through the air towards you, could see in your mind's eye the sword hitting its target; you. But you were frozen in place, your body not responding to your brain telling you to dodge the incoming sword.

And the sword came, but it didn't hit you. John twisted his body so his covered yours, the sword hitting his armor and bouncing off it—thankfully.

Chaos erupted, people screaming as they picked up their children and ran to their homes. The City Guards were half pursuing the man and the other half was somewhere else.

"My people," you gasped as John picked you up to carry you back to the horses. "I can't leave them!"

John had been calling out orders to the rest of the Royal Guard, telling them to cover you and to bring the horses. He looked down at you and responded, "The City Guards will ensure the people get to their homes safely. The other half are guiding people through the streets, look."

As he placed you on his horse, you saw that the other half of the City Guards that you hadn't seen before in the chaos were indeed helping your people go to their houses. As you were watching them all, John got behind you on his horse and leaned forward to grab the reins.

"We're leaving!" He called out to the rest of the Royal Guard. With those words, he flicked the reins and nudged the horse into a gallop towards the palace.

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Hours had passed by since the assassination attempt in the city square, and you were confined to your palace. It was now nighttime, the sun having set two hours ago.

You paced your bedchambers, having not seen John since your arrival to the palace.

You knew he was with the palace guards, fortifying the security of the palace. He was doing important work, securing your safety, but you couldn't help but be worried.

He took a sword for you. Yes, it bounced off his armor, but surely it must've bruised him even with the armor on. You had an urge to seek him out, make sure he was okay, and you told yourself that you'd do that with any other knight in your Royal Guard.

"I'm going to find Sir John," you said to the knights outside your bedchambers when you opened the door. "Does anyone know where he is?"

One of the knights shifted on her feet, clearly unused to you speaking to anyone during the nighttime. "He should be in his bedchambers, Your Majesty," she replied, her voice soft and reverent towards you. "Shall I escort you there?"

You nodded and that was all the answer she needed. Her boots clicked on the cobble-stoned floor as she led you towards the wing of the palace where the knights' bedchambers were. You followed her, nodding politely to anyone who bowed to you as you both made your way to John's bedchambers.

It didn't take you long to reach the bedchambers once you were in the wing where the knights all slept, since John had to be the closest in case he had to get to your wing in the middle of the night. The knight escorting you stopped before reaching the bedchambers, leaving you to walk to the doors alone to have privacy.

You walked to the imposing doors and knocked via the door knocker, waiting for John's response.

"Come in," he said shortly thereafter, his voice gruff as always.

You pushed open one of the doors, going inside the bedchambers. John was sitting on his bed, his armor and undershirt off to reveal his abdomen being bandaged. He seemed flustered that you were seeing him in such an undressed manner, scrambling for his undershirt as you ignored his apologies to walk towards him. You were too focused on the bandaged.

"You're injured," you murmured, your eyes on the bandages. You stopped in front of him and without thinking, you gently touched the bandages.

John winced, whether because he was in pain or because you were touching him, you didn't know.

"Just some bruises, nothing to be worried about, Your Majesty," he assured. His words were softer now, his breath hitting your cheek since you two were so close.

You looked up at him, staring into his beautiful blue eyes. "You put yourself in front of an incoming sword for me," you stated, as if he had somehow forgotten all that transpired earlier.

"You're my Sovereign, Your Majesty. It's my duty to take swords for you," he replied, his voice steady now. With your hand still on the bandages, he reached down to place his hand on top of yours. "I'm honored to be able to protect you and I would place myself in front of you to take whatever weapons coming your way all day, every day."

"Duty, is that the only reason you did it?" you asked, unable to help yourself.

John's eyebrows furrowed, confused at the sudden question. "Of course, Your Majesty. I am loyal to you and the throne."

The answer stung and you didn't know why. So you pulled back from him, masking the hurt with a smile.

"I should leave you to rest, Sir John. Have a good night."

With those words, you turned on your heel and left his bedchambers, closing the door behind you. John stared at where you were, confused even more.

Was that not the right answer? Did you not believe him?

The question was to test him, he told himself. Your way of making sure he was still loyal. And he was. He would never dare turning away from you.

You were his Sovereign, someone he'd follow into battle any day. You were kind, never once raising your voice at your subjects. Your diplomacy skills enabled you to keep the kingdom in the time of peace that your mother ushered in before she died.

You were someone he admired greatly.

And he also shamefully dreamt of you. Dreamt of holding you close to him, sleeping beside you and waking up to your bedhead in the morning. Dreamt of being the man you loved.

It was truly shameful of him to do so, which was why he had to limit his answer to saying he was loyal to you and the throne. Truth be told, he was only loyal to you. If you decided to not be Sovereign of Orithia one day, he'd follow you to wherever you went.

And that was dangerous.

You trusted him to protect you, to protect the people of Orithia. He had to push down his feelings for you, so he could be the knight you needed.

He sighed and ran his hand through his brown hair, sitting back down on the bed.

All he needed to do was not act on his feelings.

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Politics: knight!price x princess!reader

You were unusually quiet today.

Price watched you carefully from where he stood just a couple paces from the river bank where you sat. He didn’t get too close to you as he studied you carefully.

You had run off again and unlike all the other times he hadn’t been able to catch you because he had been busy training the other knights.

“If you wanted to run away you should make it harder to find you.” Price had huffed at you as he approached you earlier.

You didn’t say anything for a moment snd that stopped him. You were always quick with your remarks, always quick with firing back something just a venomous but there was nothing.

Perhaps he had gone too far.

“I wanted to be alone.” You said without looking at him, your eyes glued to the water.

“A princess is never alone, your highness.”

“I suppose not.”

Since then neither of you said anything to each other. You sat on the river bank for a long time, your hands perfectly poised in your lap while you watch the current of the river run further down into the nearby forest and into the fields.

Price knew you like the river and the forest when you wanted time to be alone. He suspected you ran out here when you were overwhelmed or when you were upset, so as he watched you he wondered what brought this along.

Trouble with diplomacy? With your studies or with the court? Perhaps you were still mad at him for the joust a couple weeks ago or maybe something truly was going on between you and Lady Katherine.

He wondered and wondered, his eyes never leaving your elegant form. Even as they trailed over your hair and the way your dress hugged your body he wondered: could he fix whatever made you upset?

“The Queen has found me a suitor.” Your voice was somber and his face fell. “In a few months I’ll be wed and will leave for his kingdom.”

A king. You were going to marry a king.

Price gripped the hilt of his sword and his eyes narrowed. Why wasn’t he informed? The Queen’s judgment trumped all but she hadn’t asked him to visit the kingdom and its king first, to understand who the man was and if he was truly suited for you.

For all he knew, the king could be an incompetent leader who would be putting you in danger.

He should be happy. He would be rid of you, he wouldn’t have to constantly run after you while you made his job infinitely harder and he wouldn’t have to constantly be under your scrutiny.

But instead he felt a pit forming in his stomach. Some other knight would become your bodyguard because even as Queen consort you would find time to run off into places alone that you shouldn’t. He didn’t have any faith that they would be able to keep you safe if they needed to.

He’d have to say goodbye to you and though he supposedly hated you he didn’t want to.

Price was your knight and you were his princess. That was the way things were so supposed to be.

But what say did he have in it? He was a knight and though he owned land he was not a noble by birth. He may be the best in all the kingdom and be the most reliable but he was a soldier, not a diplomat.

He had no choice but to watch you be married off, just as you had no choice but to be married.

He couldn’t imagine what was going on in your head. He’s not sure he ever heard you being interested in any of the suitors the Queen had often mentioned, even if you called them handsome and even if they were nice.

He’s not sure why but he knew he would never found out.

Price cleared his throat and swayed on his feet.

“Would you like to stay out here all day then, your highness?” He asked softer, pushing away the mix of emotions inside him.

“I’ll return soon.” You said almost disconnected from the conversation. “I’d like to wait here for a moment longer.”

Price couldn’t stand the distant look in your eyes, the eyes that usually held some twinkle of life within them even when you often looked at him with distain, and hated that for weeks now you had been so upset.

He couldn’t fight your thoughts, he couldn’t strike them with his blade or shoot them with an arrow. He couldn’t intimidate them or command that they leave you alone. He couldn’t help you in any way that mattered, not that you would accept it from him of all people, even if he wanted to.

“Then I’ll stay with you.”

A/n: still trying to figure out who fell first and who fell harder (want it to be reader fell first and price fell harder but we’ll see. They don’t know what they’re feeling are yet still)

Tags. @deadbranch @makayla-666

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mrs-nayrariley · 1 year

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🙂🙂 🤨🤨

Price and his two sons teammates

#captain price #price #john price #soap #soap mactavish #john mactavish #john soap mactavish #kyle garrick #kyle gaz garrick #gaz #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty mw2 #cod #modern warfare #modern warfare 2 #elliot knight #barry sloane #neil ellice

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taissabelle · 4 months

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My mom: So, who are you texting?

Me, who spends unhealthy amount of time on Character.Ai : No one....

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dragonbe-writing · 11 days

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Fallen Feathers (Pt. 2)

Fantasy AU ft. Knight! John Price

Summary: Price does his research, trying to find his monster. What he finds instead could change the trajectory of his life...

(Part 1 Here)

Word Count: 1.5k

Author's Note: Hello! Sorry it's been over a month since part 1- I am mentally ill and in college. I'm not super happy with this part, but it's necessary to kick this story into high gear. Enjoy!

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John walked through the streets of Edriel, smiling at people as he did. He was headed to the eastern side of town, a place he didn’t visit often. He was originally from the east, but his parents had moved him north- towards the castle -when he was a young boy.

He headed over to the square, making friendly conversation with merchants, playing with some of the children. But that’s not why he was here.

Truth be told, this wasn’t even his jurisdiction. He patrolled the west more often than not. But his eyes settled on a frail old woman, selling her pastries. He smiled.

“Mrs. Dresel,” he greeted, tipping his head. “Good to see you again.”

“Oh, Johnny!” she said, her voice crackly and high but oh so sweet. He grimaced at the name, but made no remark- just settling on a polite smile. “I haven’t seen you in ages! Look how big you are!”

“Yes, I have gotten quite big,” he said, looking at her array of pastries. His eyes landed on two rolled buns- stuffed with strawberry jam and drizzled with honey. He fished through the pocket of his trousers. “How much for two?”

“10 Den,” she said, wrapping the two up for him. “I have a feeling you aren’t just here for the pastries, Johnny,” she said, giving him a knowing smirk. He sighed, shaking his head and clicking his tongue.

“No, ma’am, I’m not,” he admitted, handing her the Den and taking the pastries. “I was wondering- do you remember a fire in this side of town?” he asked her.

“A fire?” she repeated, looking up as she thought. She scratched her head, getting flakes of pastry in her graying hair.

He pressed further. “One that left a girl badly burned.”

“Oh, heavens no,” she said with a wave of her wrinkly hand. “No, we haven’t had anything like that. Why?”

John smiled politely. “Just Knight business, ma’am. Don’t be concerned. Have a good day, Mrs. Dresel,” he said, tipping his head again before heading off down the street.

He huffed, stuffing the pastries in his pocket. He knew it- there hadn’t been a fire, at least not here. Still, he best check the logs.

It didn’t make sense. Why would she lie? Why wouldn’t she want to be seen? He wasn’t there to arrest her- though, maybe he should be.

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John rubbed his eyes, strained and tired. He’d been reading old logs for hours, faded handwriting lit only by the candle burning next to him.

This is ridiculous.

He had a monster to catch- one that he had no description for. That’s what he should be searching for- not some woman in the woods.

Perhaps she was mad. That could explain it.

But she didn’t sound mad. She sounded like any other villager. And even she recognized the absurdity of the King’s goose chase.

“Oi!”

Another Knight banged on the table he was at, pulling John from his thoughts. He jumped, color rising to his cheeks as he rolled his eyes.

“What the hell do you want, Smith?” he grumbled, setting the log book down.

Smith grinned, sitting on the table. “Just wanted to see how your monster hunt was going,” he replied with a snicker.

John glared at him. “About as well as you’d think, given no direction.”

“I heard it’s a crow,” Smith started, boyish grin growing larger. “Big, black wings, sharp talons- sharper than your sword. Ugly thing, supposedly.”

“And where’d you hear that?” he asked, voice gruff with annoyance.

“Rumors from when I was just a lad,” he said, hopping off the desk to pace. “Mum used to call it a fallen angel- swore she saw it once, in the dead of night.”

John resisted the urge to roll his eyes again. She ran a hand through his beard, scratching at the skin. “Right. Well, if I see it, I’ll tell you,” he said in a grumble.

Smith clicked his tongue. “Atta boy. Now- what the hell are you doing with the old logs?”

“You should learn to mind your business,” Price snapped, earning an amused chuckle from Smith.

“Oh, I see.”

“See what?”

Smith just grinned. “Is this for a maiden?”

Price froze. He felt his cheeks warm up- though he chalked it up to annoyance. “…yes. But not in that way-“

“In what way, then?” he asked cheekily.

“None of your concern-“

“Price’s got a little lady!” he exclaimed.

“I do not-“

“Who would’ve ever thought? You finally settling down-“

“Fuck off, Smith,” Price finally growled, slamming the log book shut and looking up at him angrily.

Smith, already halfway out the door, replied, “Night, Price~!”

The door closed, and John was alone again. He closed his eyes, leaning back in his chair. A crow? A fallen angel? Smith was known for his stories, that’s for sure.

“Ridiculous,” he muttered, blowing out the candle and heading to his quarters.

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The next morning, he hopped on Obsidian and headed back out to the woods. He knocked on her door once more. “Miss Adelaide?” he called gruffly.

“Hang on!” she called back. He heard the curtain close. “Come in!”

John opened the door, walking into the dark house once more. It smelled wonderful- whatever stew she had over the fire made him realize he had skipped breakfast.

“What has you out here again?” she asked him, back in her corner.

“You,” he replied, pulling something wrapped in cloth from his pocket. “I-“ he stopped, a sudden sense of nervousness filling him. He cleared his throat. “I brought you some of Mrs. Dresel’s pastries,” he admitted, growing a bit sheepish. His face flooded with warmth.

“…you did?” she asked quietly. He nodded.

“If you don’t want them, I won’t be upset-“

“No, I do want them,” she said, sounding surprised. He realized she wouldn’t come get them, and he set them on her table.

“Well- good.”

A hush fell over them, a bit tense. He looked around her home, and cleared his throat again. “Uh- seen any monsters?” he asked.

She laughed a little. “No, I haven’t,” she replied. He nodded.

“Me either,” he grumbled, shoulders relaxing a bit. She snorted.

“The King’s lost it,” she murmured, and John sighed. He didn’t correct her, or warn her. He just silently agreed.

“I had a fellow knight tell me that he believes it’s a crow,” he said, glancing at her house again.

“A crow?” she asked in a high pitched laugh. He wasn’t quite sure what was funny, but he didn’t comment.

“Yes. Big black wings, talons. Apparently,” he said, looking back to her corner.

“Sounds hideous,” she commented, and he heard her shift.

“It sounds fake,” he replied, rolling his eyes. “It’s ridiculous. I’ve served under the King for fifteen years, and he-“ John’s hands balled up into fist, and he took a breath to calm down. He looked out the door, eyes on the leaves trembling in the wind. “I apologize,” he said softly to her, looking back to her corner.

“It’s alright. You aren’t the first Knight I’ve seen angry,” she said shortly.

John’s brain was swimming. Should he ask? It would be rude- and he really didn’t want to arrest her. But Knights aren’t rude or angry for no reason.

“…what do you mean by that?” he finally asked, hand absentmindedly drifting to the hilt of his sword. He could almost feel the blanket of discomfort wrap around them.

She was silent. He heard her huff- he could just imagine her rolling her eyes. “You people tend to have quite the temper,” she remarked.

“Only if provoked,” he replied.

“Only if afraid-“

“Knights are not afraid.”

“Call it stupidity, then,” she snapped.

“Watch your mouth, Adelaide,” he boomed, stepping towards her dark corner. He heard the rustling of her shifting.

Silence.

He rolled his eyes at himself, moving his hand away from his sword. He let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “…I apologize, ma’am, I didn’t intend-“

His eyes caught something in the corner of her home. A couple large, black feathers. He froze, heartbeat shooting up to his ears and brain working double time.

“…I found them outside, I thought I could use them to stuff my pillow-“

“Reveal yourself.”

A beat.

“…excuse me?” she asked in a shaking voice.

“I said: Reveal yourself,” he demanded again, hand moving back to the hilt of his sword. He glared into her corner, heart racing.

“…John, you know I am burned-“

“In a fire that never happened?” he snapped, drawing his sword with a haunting ring.

“John-“ she pleaded.

“Do not make me repeat myself.”

She fell silent again. Slowly, she pulled back the curtains.

Light flooded the room, making him blink in surprise. When he finally saw her, his jaw dropped. Piercing black eyes stared back at him, full of sorrow. Two big black wings folded behind her back, sharp talons on the ends of her black fingers, and a beak-like nose adorned her features. Her skin was smoky along the edges of her hairline and small black dots littered her skin.

John staggered backwards, faltering for a moment before putting his sword back up. Adelaide wasn’t a woman- she was a monster. His monster- the one he was sent to kill. His arm shook. He swallowed. Stepping towards her with a hateful look in his eyes.

She looked up at him with those dark eyes, exhausted and knowing. “Can I eat my pastry before you kill me?”

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