જ⁀➴ ❝ 𝓣he devil that you know 𝓛ooks now more like an angel ❞ ✸ civil war - thunderbolts © verstappyn

Charlotte had spent years learning how to live without Simon Riley. Once, he had been the boy down the street-the one who climbed through her bedroom window at impossible hours, stole food from her kitchen, and occupied a place in her family so naturally that no one bothered asking why he was there anymore. He was her best friend, her greatest constant, and the person Charlotte believed would be part of her life forever. Then Simon joined the military. At first, he still called. Messages arrived from places he couldn't name, blurry photographs accompanied by little more than still here. Then the calls became fewer, the silences longer, until eventually there was nothing at all. Years passed. Charlotte grew up, built a life without him, and learned to stop waiting for someone who had apparently decided not to come home. Then, at two in the morning, her phone rings. Simon Riley has been injured. And after all these years, somehow, Charlotte is still his emergency contact.

He was never supposed to stay. Simon Riley was the kind of man people avoided in hallways-quiet, distant, always leaving before anyone could truly know him. The kind of neighbor Freya didn't expect to learn the sound of, or the rhythm of his life through a shared wall. And yet... somehow, she did. He didn't talk much. He didn't need to. She learned him in pieces instead-through repairs he didn't have to do, through the way he lingered a little longer each time he knocked, through the quiet ways he kept showing up when he didn't have a reason to. Simon didn't belong to softness. But he kept coming back to hers. A slowburn neighbor AU featuring Simon "Ghost" Riley, where domestic quiet turns into obsession, protection, and consequences neither of them are ready for.

When Simon returns home from deployment, the blaring TV next door is gone-replaced by the scent of warm bread and soft humming through the walls. You've just moved in: a bright, charming baker chasing your dream with a new shop down the street. He's guarded and quiet. You're sunshine and sugar. What begins with cinnamon rolls at the door slowly turns into late-night chats, quiet confessions, and something neither of you expected: comfort, healing... and the kind of slow-burning love that sneaks up on you. This fic is intended for 18+ readers only and may contain mature themes, explicit content, and adult situations. Please read at your own discretion. I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS OR IDEAS FROM SORCE OF INSPIRATION

A bakery becomes a safehouse for TF141 Y/N never expected war to follow her home Ghost was never meant to stay But he starts staying anyway Read this to find more ♡

Jamie Hendricks is an AWOL Helicopter Pilot hiding in the American wilderness when suspicious helicopters are spotted over her office. Her involvement and her dark past draws the attention of Task Force 141. In exchange for not getting court martial, she is recruited and trained to be a killer just like her enigmatic, dark, guiltless new lieutenant... while she fights off the demons of her past while trying to fight for her future, she's drawn into Ghost's darkness and he's drawn to the flame she continually hides from him. Light and dark collide like fire and gasoline, explosions and death are bound to follow. This story is based completely off of the COD MWII game, along with parts of the story of my own included. I do not own nor created any characters from the game. Written from Jamie's POV with some of Ghosts POV. TW: Please be aware, this story includes references to sexual assault, graphic violence, murder, cursing, blood, torture, graphic descriptions of sex, smut, mutual pinning (18+ ONLY) This is a SLOOOOOOOOW BURN. Enemies to squad mates, squad mates to lovers... very little fluff, lots of angst.