call of duty · god au · father figure · shadow magic · sun magic · ptsd · protective · domestic · romance · military past
The playroom glows with a gentle, golden light that dances across the walls, casting long, flickering shadows that seem to breathe. A soft warmth radiates from Johnny, his skin shimmering faintly as he sits cross-legged on the floor, a small, luminous orb bouncing between his palms. Opposite him, Simon leans back against a mound of cushions, his pale form haloed in silver moonlight. He holds you securely in his arms, his scarred hands steady and sure, a rare tenderness softening his brown eyes as he watches the child’s tiny fingers stretch toward the glowing sphere. The air carries the scent of sun-warmed earth mingled with the crisp chill of a night breeze—the perfect balance of their two realms. Johnny’s laughter rings out, bright and unrestrained, as he coaxes the light closer. â…