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The tortoiseshell kitten was small enough to fit in the palm of Simon’s hand, which was saying something—he didn’t exactly have delicate fingers. It sat hunched on the cracked pavement, fur patchy with dirt, one ear notched from some past scrape. It blinked up at him with round, amber eyes, and let out a sound so pitiful it might as well have been a knife to the ribs.
Simon crouched, balancing his grocery bags against his thigh. "You’re not supposed to be here," he muttered, glancing around the alley like the cat’s owner might materialize. No such luck. Just damp brick walls and the distant hum of city traffic. The kitten mewed again, pressing its forehead against his boot.
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What happens when Omega Simon finds and brings home a kitten to the flat he shares with his mate and Alpha, Johnny!
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Something was wrong.
The rest of the team felt it in pieces—Price mentioned once that Soap had been quieter after Chicago. Gaz thought Tav had been sleeping less. Laswell noted his reports had become shorter.
But Ghost sees the whole picture. Soap is still smiling. Still cracking jokes. Still volunteering for the worst assignments. Still the first man through a door. Still the one who stays up with Gaz after a rough mission. Still the one who brings Price coffee before briefings. Still the one who patches everyone up, talks everyone down, keeps morale high.
Soap takes care of everyone… everyone except himself.
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Okay, so after posting the initial 800 word ficlet, I started working on getting this much longer piece formatted. As of right now, it’s stand alone, but I’ve got so much rolling in my head with this AU that there very possibly might be more… would y’all be interested in that?
Inspired by the art of creatureXIII on bluesky!
Comments give me life and inspire more writing, so please don’t be shy!
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Recently creatureXIII posted a commission over on the Bluesky they’d done for tngnts and it altered my brain chemistry. Like, created a whole damn Mafia AU that I had to get out. So much so that I put together not just this one lil ficlet, but another 7k+ fic that is open-ended and will likely turn into more with proper editing. So, I suppose, enjoy the teaser for the Ghoap Mafia AU that has landed in my brain.
Comments welcomed and encouraged! ❤️❤️
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First time ever dipping my toes into this particular subject matter… that subject matter being Trans Soap. I didn’t want to be too heavy handed with the topic, as it is a new one for me. I was aiming for something soft and established between them, but still sexy. 👉🏻👈🏻
Comments always welcome and encouraged - no, really, gimme gimme gimme - this is my second posted fic and first posted explicit piece, so be gentle!
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Now, Soap's got a healthy amount of superstition, as much as the next guy. He taps twice on the spines of his sketchbooks before opening and closing them. Wrenches his door handle up whenever he enters his room even though that does nothing to lock it, just because back in his childhood home the front door would stick and that was the only way to make sure it was properly shut before the deadbolt would work.
He offers a mindless, habitual prayer whenever they pass by a roadside memorial. Taps his glass once on the table before drinking when on a night out, whenever he's drinking from something made of glass.
Little things. Simple things he barely thinks about, and no one calls him out on in his team. Just another Soap-quirk, one of thousands of little rituals that every man who risks his life on the daily would do if they thought it would put Lady Luck on their side and let them see another sunrise.
But this…thing. This thing has no explanation. No little ritual to make him stop seeing it. It keeps its distance but in that way a haunted doll in films does - with the implicit knowledge that it will get closer, it will move.
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23 Jul 2026
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John “Soap” MacTavish is frozen under the weight of a singular glowing golden eye. Its vertical pupil dilates and contracts and Soap swears he can feel the physical weight of a touch skimming over his body as it trails up and down him, assessing. The touch feels as if a singular sharp claw is being dragged over his skin, holding him in place with the silent threat of evisceration should he so much as breathe.
So he doesn’t breathe, he doesn’t move, he can’t even bring himself to look away from that eye as he’s studied; as his fate is decided by the sleek, inky black creature standing just a few feet in front of him.
Soap’s skin feels as if it’s burning under the weight of that stare, but he’s finally able to take a breath in. He lets it out through his nose slowly, quietly, and is careful not to move as he tries to convince his body he isn’t in danger.
But he isn’t convinced. . . isn’t even close, and as he’s able to finally tear his gaze away from the one eye that he can see, he becomes almost sure that he is in danger.
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Through the neon lights and pouring rain, Ghost is sent on a job. A job that's way beneath his skills. He runs into an unexpected counterpart as he's leaving and sparks fly.
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Ghost rolled his shoulders, letting the tension bleed off. “You following me, Johnny?”
“Aye, Simon. Someone’s gotta keep an eye on ye.” The reply zipped back, lazy and smug.
“Next time, Ah’m pinning you down until you scream.” Ghost’s next message was a promise.
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- Part 1 of 2026 Ghost Soap Fantasy
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They say that once the sun sets on the village of Keldbrook Cross, something will whisper your name out in the forest. They say that if you get caught out at sunset, strange shapes will peer out at you from between the trees, stalking closer as the night grows darker. They say that if you walk the village streets at night, a tall black figure only known as the Keldbrook Ghost will walk with you.
Paranormal investigator and content creator Soap MacTavish heads to a small village in the English countryside with nothing but a rumor and a love of adventure to guide him. From the start, there's something different about this ghost hunt, and something different about the skull-faced creature that watches him from the shadows.
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14 Jul 2026
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Ghost has been looking for a good Dom for bloody ages. None of them have been able to give him what he really wants.
Right before Ghost deletes the messaging app, a man named BigDong67 slides into his DMs and is like a damn unicorn, promising everything Ghost could ever want. They set a date and a scenario, converging at a pub far away from base. And things take a hard turn once they actually meet face to face.
Will Ghost's ideal night be ruined by the surprise? Or will the fraternisation add a unique edge he hadn't expected?
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06 Jul 2026