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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.
I DON’T OWN SHIT!
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02 Jan 2026
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one of the best simon riley domestics I've read, easily
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"Whatever we do… we do it together… remember?"
You did. You remembered all too well the promise you had made as young, naive kids. His eyes soften as they search yours. Ghost’s hard, cold, fearsome eyes, absolutely melt for you into Simon’s. Si’s. Your Si.
You need to say something. Anything. Everything. You need to tell him you regret leaving, but you’d do it again.
Because it was all for him.
It's always been him.
So, you say the only thing you can; the only thing that matters as you nod once.
"Together."
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23 Dec 2025
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Johnny and his crow have lived together for a few years. They found a rhythm, even found a friendship. But, suddenly, the two of them find that friendship...maybe won't cut it anymore.
*no use of y/n, written in 1st person
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14 May 2025
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“Aye,” he muttered finally. “Been hard shakin’ the feelin’. Everything’s quiet now. Like my whole life went and muted itself when I wasn’t lookin’.”
Simon nodded once. Let the silence sit. Then, without looking at him, he said, “You need a lass.”
Johnny scoffed—but it came out weak, half-hearted. “Oh sure. That’s all I’ve been missin’, yeah? A warm body to keep the bed from bein’ cold.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
And Johnny knew that. He did. He felt it—like an echo in his chest. What Simon meant was something steady. Someone who gave a damn if he came home. Someone who’d reach for him in the night when the old scars ached louder than they should. Not just a body. A reason.
“You don’t have to keep bein’ sad just ‘cause it’s the only thing you know now,” Simon said, softer. “You don’t owe that to anyone.”
Johnny felt his jaw tighten. The ache behind his eyes wasn’t from the booze.
Or:
Johnny gets medically discharged and has to learn to live with himself without war-and you happen to be back in scotland the same time as him.
Bookmarked by fizzy_acadia
14 May 2025