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small collection of related fics for wolf hybrid ghost and bunny hybrid soap
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This Life Looks Good On You by HigherMagic for Kassiopeia26
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
14 Apr 2026
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"I want to mate with you, Johnny," he confesses. "Properly."
He can feel, beneath his hand, the curl of Soap's smile. "Ye already are," he soothes, nuzzling close.
"No, I mean… Permanently. Properly." Soap tilts his head. "Ordered a proper treatment plan, been seein' a civvy consultant. I want to really settle into it. Change, so I can be yours. If you let me."
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- Part 1 of Ides of March Giveaways
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14 Apr 2026
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John's lived through plenty of rut seasons by now. He's been enamored many times, but this is different. Mainly because he isn't in a rut, sure, but also because his bear isn't usually so focussed on one singular potential mate. A parade of half the fat, fertile women in the state could wander by outside his bay window right now and John doesn't think he'd so much as lift his nose in beastly assessment. Why would he? He's got the juiciest rabbit he could ever dream of right here, eating off his plate like a good, docile little creature.
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- Part 1 of Alive Again
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The scent of fire is fresh and brilliant in Ghost's nose. He breathes deep as they come upon the plateau, his eye drawn immediately to the circle of runes that look far too recent for his liking. There is still dust clustered around the corners of them, and footprints within. "What do these say?" he asks, nudging the closest rune.
Price releases Ghost's hand and peers down at it, kneeling to brush some of the loose rock away. "I believe it's a rune for sanctuary," he says, though he sounds unsure. "Protection of some kind."
Ghost frowns. He supposes it's not impossible that the blues who lived here allowed people to carve their markings on their lair, but it seems very, very unlikely. And they are so fresh.
Another light brush of wind blooms more smoke-smell in his lungs. The mouth of a cave greets them, and even from his place Ghost can see the promising glimmer of jewels inside. He finds himself drawn to them, the scent of ash and burned pitch like coming home.
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16 Mar 2026