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Simon was an unstoppable force, but Fate was an immovable object. Stationary. When you ignore it, and put up walls to secure yourself, it only delays the inevitable. Unavailing. It doesn't stop it. Moments in time slowly drill their way through, picking an open scab until it turns to scar tissue. It will break your skin until it drains you. You will deteriorate into ashes, scattered by the wind. And if you force yourself against Fate, shielded with a lifetime of trauma that you use to protect yourself- you're forced to recognize why you put the walls up in the first place. Every moment full of agony, abuse, anguish. Your walls will crumble, because Fate never fails. And as Fate tore the first wall apart, Simon was pushed.

"I'm just trying to protect you" "I don't need your protection" "We'll that's too damn bad" - COMPLETED Simon 'Ghost' Riley x reader enemies to lovers-ish campaign accurate (spoilers!) contains smut female reader

Ghost Fanfic simon riley ---- what 24 year old psychiatrist, Katrina Williams, believed to be her darkest nightmare, as it would be anyones, is relieved with what may be a tiny bit of light.