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Waa thank you :O Glad you enjoyed reading it :D

1 year ago 1 0 0 0
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Word count: 48.9k

Relationships: #GhostPrice, #PriceGhost, #PriceGhostWeek

Day 7 of GhostPrice week: "fate" and the title is from "A story never told" - Opeth

Can be found here: archiveofourown.org/works/611553...

1 year ago 9 1 1 2
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Word count: 6.5k

Relationships: #GhostPrice, #PriceGhost, #PriceGhostWeek

Day 6 of GhostPrice week: "Sunrise/Sunset" and the title is what i was listening to while editing: ""SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK" - Joji

Can be found here: archiveofourown.org/works/61104211

1 year ago 1 0 0 1
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Title: Cleansing our fears as they close in 
Author: Listen_to_the_man 
Summary: The surroundings clawed at his memory, sharp and unrelenting. The crumbling walls and damp concrete seemed to shift, overlaying themselves with other images, other places. He wasn’t in a cell. He wasn’t trapped. But the narrowness of the street, the way the air seemed to hang stagnant and heavy—it felt too close, too familiar. It wasn’t the place itself—not exactly—but something about it twisted in his gut, dredging up things he’d worked hard to bury.

Ahead of him, Ghost’s movements were deliberate, his presence steady and unflinching in the dark. He moved without hesitation, his shoulders loose, every step measured and calm.

OR

Price is in a location far too familiar and Ghost is there to help him, whether he knows that or not

Screenshot of an AO3 work: Title: Cleansing our fears as they close in Author: Listen_to_the_man Summary: The surroundings clawed at his memory, sharp and unrelenting. The crumbling walls and damp concrete seemed to shift, overlaying themselves with other images, other places. He wasn’t in a cell. He wasn’t trapped. But the narrowness of the street, the way the air seemed to hang stagnant and heavy—it felt too close, too familiar. It wasn’t the place itself—not exactly—but something about it twisted in his gut, dredging up things he’d worked hard to bury. Ahead of him, Ghost’s movements were deliberate, his presence steady and unflinching in the dark. He moved without hesitation, his shoulders loose, every step measured and calm. OR Price is in a location far too familiar and Ghost is there to help him, whether he knows that or not

Word count: 5.2k

Relationships: #GhostPrice, #PriceGhost, #PriceGhostWeek

Day 5 of GhostPrice week: "Safe + Possessive" and the title is what i was listening to while editing: "beneath the white rainbow" - Haken

Can be found here: archiveofourown.org/works/61104190

1 year ago 4 0 0 1
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Title: There ain't no love to die today 
Author: Listen_to_the_man
Summary: Ghost breaks a promise he made to Price, leaves a note, makes Price doubt their relationship and decides enough is enough. It's time to hand over a piece of himself. Literally.

Screenshot of an AO3 work with the following: Title: There ain't no love to die today Author: Listen_to_the_man Summary: Ghost breaks a promise he made to Price, leaves a note, makes Price doubt their relationship and decides enough is enough. It's time to hand over a piece of himself. Literally.

Word count: 5.3k

Relationships:
#GhostPrice, #PriceGhost, #PriceGhostWeek

Day 4 of GhostPrice week: "Promise" and the title is what i was listening to while editing: "Confess" - Messa

There's a happy ending i promise!!

Can be found here: archiveofourown.org/works/61080880

1 year ago 3 0 0 1
Title: Did I mistake you for a sign from God? 
Author: Listen_to_the_man 

Summary: Ghost sat back in his chair, the mug still warm in his hand. The tea was awful—objectively terrible—but somehow, the sharp edge of Price’s smirk left a different kind of heat lingering in the pit of his stomach. He took another sip, the bitterness oddly grounding, though it wasn’t the tea he found himself thinking about.

It was Price. Always Price.

OR

Five times someone tries to make Ghost tea and gets it wrong and the two times Price gets it right. So right in fact that they fuck about it

Title: Did I mistake you for a sign from God? Author: Listen_to_the_man Summary: Ghost sat back in his chair, the mug still warm in his hand. The tea was awful—objectively terrible—but somehow, the sharp edge of Price’s smirk left a different kind of heat lingering in the pit of his stomach. He took another sip, the bitterness oddly grounding, though it wasn’t the tea he found himself thinking about. It was Price. Always Price. OR Five times someone tries to make Ghost tea and gets it wrong and the two times Price gets it right. So right in fact that they fuck about it

Word count: 10.3k

Relationships: #GhostPrice, #PriceGhost, #PriceGhostWeek

Day 3 of GhostPrice week: "Tea + Blushing" and the titles are what i was listening to while editing: "The Summoning" - Sleep Token

2nd chapter is the morning after!

Can be found here: archiveofourown.org/works/610550...

1 year ago 8 1 0 1
Title: I couldn't face a life without your light

Author: Listen_to_the_man 

Summary: “Bloody hell, Simon,” Price whispered, his voice barely audible. His hand tightened slightly around Ghost’s wrist, his thumb brushing lightly over the fragile bone. He reached out with his other hand, brushing his fingers over Ghost’s knuckles, the touch reverent and hesitant. He had always held back, careful not to cross a line, but now he couldn’t help himself. He needed to feel the connection, needed to remind himself that Ghost was still here.

Price’s chest tightened as regret clawed at him, sharp and unrelenting. He thought of all the things he hadn’t said, the moments he had let pass by because it wasn’t the right time, because it wasn’t safe, because he was afraid. If he had lost Ghost, he would have lost the chance to tell him. To let him know just how much he meant to him. How much he cared.

 

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The mission goes to shit, there's a love confession and Price can't stop checking Ghost's pulse.

Title: I couldn't face a life without your light Author: Listen_to_the_man Summary: “Bloody hell, Simon,” Price whispered, his voice barely audible. His hand tightened slightly around Ghost’s wrist, his thumb brushing lightly over the fragile bone. He reached out with his other hand, brushing his fingers over Ghost’s knuckles, the touch reverent and hesitant. He had always held back, careful not to cross a line, but now he couldn’t help himself. He needed to feel the connection, needed to remind himself that Ghost was still here. Price’s chest tightened as regret clawed at him, sharp and unrelenting. He thought of all the things he hadn’t said, the moments he had let pass by because it wasn’t the right time, because it wasn’t safe, because he was afraid. If he had lost Ghost, he would have lost the chance to tell him. To let him know just how much he meant to him. How much he cared. OR The mission goes to shit, there's a love confession and Price can't stop checking Ghost's pulse.


Word count: 6.4k

Relationships: #GhostPrice, #PriceGhost, #PriceGhostWeek

Day 2 of GhostPrice week: "Heart" and the titles are what i was listening to while editing: "Snuff" - Slipknot

2nd chapter is much more fluffy i promise!!!

Can be found here: archiveofourown.org/works/610308...

1 year ago 9 3 0 1
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Title: How far must i go to prove that I love you?

Author: Listen_to_the_man

Summary:

Ghost swallowed; his throat suddenly tight. He’d never seen Price so relaxed, so at ease, and yet he looked right, like he belonged here. Against a kitchen counter as Ghost made him tea, warm from a fresh shower and relaxed.

A kind of longing Ghost couldn’t name settled heavy in his chest, an ache that made him want to close the space between them, to pull Price close and tell him he didn’t want this to be temporary.

Price noticed his gaze, eyebrows raising as he let out a soft laugh. “What’s with you then? Never seen a man out of a shower?”

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Ghost is so enamoured by a domestic and relaxed Price he blurts out his feelings and has to convince Price he does want this

Screenshot of AO3 Title: How far must i go to prove that I love you? Author: Listen_to_the_man Summary: Ghost swallowed; his throat suddenly tight. He’d never seen Price so relaxed, so at ease, and yet he looked right, like he belonged here. Against a kitchen counter as Ghost made him tea, warm from a fresh shower and relaxed. A kind of longing Ghost couldn’t name settled heavy in his chest, an ache that made him want to close the space between them, to pull Price close and tell him he didn’t want this to be temporary. Price noticed his gaze, eyebrows raising as he let out a soft laugh. “What’s with you then? Never seen a man out of a shower?” OR Ghost is so enamoured by a domestic and relaxed Price he blurts out his feelings and has to convince Price he does want this

Word count: 6k

Relationships: #GhostPrice, #PriceGhost, #PriceGhostWeek

This is for Day 1 of GhostPrice week: confession + Kneel and the title is what i was listening to while editing: "Mx Sinister - I dont know how but they found me"!

Can be found here: archiveofourown.org/works/60995323

1 year ago 3 0 1 1

- Call me Q, any pronouns, I'm 21+, MDNI
- I don't write any x reader (nothing against those who do tho :O)

Currently working on: GhostPrice week!!

Finished projects:
Finished a 31 days of COD series over on AO3 and on tumblr where I'm more active: links in bio :D

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