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An alternate first meeting, where Ghost and Soap meet each other in the field under infinitely worse circumstances than either of them would have liked:
Ghost wakes up in a pit under a building with a bomb attached to him, certain he's going to die. Soap, an EOD tech amongst his other specialties, is the only person available to at least try to save him. It should be fraught, and tense, and miserable all around, and it is; a whole lot of Ghost slowly losing his mind while Soap does everything he can to save his life. But it would probably be easier if Ghost wasn't a stress-flirter, and if Soap wasn't the kind of endlessly competent that he loved, and if, by virtue of their situation, they didn't keep ripping open each other's wounds and then patching each other back up again after.
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19 Apr 2026
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The Shield and the Shadow by a_platypus, Martuzzio, TrashBard
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
29 Mar 2026
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Ghost knows he's destined to spend the rest of his life going through the motions of being the sharp, shadowy knife those in power use to backstab one another. He's made peace with it. He's a professional. His newest contract, at least, seems promising. Taking down the head of the Royal Guard? A welcome challenge.
Sir John "Soap" MacTavish is far too busy to be fucking around in the frozen arse-end of Anfēowern. He's got an entire team of knights to direct, a king and a prince who are hell bent on making his life as difficult as possible, and an incoming visit from the king of a neighbouring country that will surely plunge his next few months into complete chaos. He’d love a day off. Fuck, he’d love five minutes off.
Fate must have a dark sense of humour, because Ghost and Soap are about to collide.
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- Part 1 of The Shield and the Shadow
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05 Apr 2026
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Comet 290 by milwritescausewhynot for tsukinozai
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
28 Dec 2022
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Damn. Ninety three percent.
Ninety. Three.
Chuuya’s grin turns maniacal. “Fuck yes,” he whispers to himself.
“Language.”
“Oh, shit, yeah, sorry.”
“Nakahara-kun. I will not hesitate to put you in detention again.”
Chuuya ignores him, obviously. He turns and is planning to head over to Albatross, but then he walks into the room.
Dazai Osamu.
Slytherin. Demon Prodigy. Bandage Boy.
The bane of Chuuya’s fucking existence.
In which Chuuya and Dazai are academic rivals at Hogwarts and are, of course, in denial whilst they’re at it <3
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14 Mar 2026
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"there are plenty of fish in the sea yet you had to go for the manchild with the shitty ponytail." - Louis to William, probably by orphan_account
Fandoms: 憂国のモリアーティ | Yuukoku no Moriarty | Moriarty the Patriot (Manga)
17 Sep 2021
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Louis Moriarty is a suffering brother, and William's friendship with Sherlock is not alleviating his stress in the slightest.
Alternatively; to oppose Sherlock's goal to woo William is to suffer, and Louis gets no break from the universe.
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01 Mar 2026
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This man has taken time from many. But Soap can see, through his fiery vision, that there is another tether. It stretches beyond the horizon, further West, to where the sun is yawning its mouth wide and getting ready to settle. It stretches towards his Carnivale.
The man falls to his knees, gasping, lungs shuddering and ribs flinching. His bare face is pale with bloodloss, his hands tremble and his eyes turn dull. He is dying; Soap can see the shape of the man's skull like a mask.
Soap kneels down and cups his face, makes the man look at him. He can tell it's difficult, can see the swift-approaching mounted rider that the Earth has called Death. The man can see Death, too. It makes his eyes roll wildly, showing their whites.
"Don't," he rasps, in an accent that does not belong here, coughing around the dirt in his throat. "Don't, please. I need more time, I just need more time."
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28 Feb 2026