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Мой дом — это ты?
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- Part 6 of Челюсти
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05 Nov 2025
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Tomorrow, Soap would force himself to be awake at six. He’d be ready, sitting on the stoop, a cup of coffee in one hand and his rifle in the other.
And when he shot Ghost dead, he’d plant thistle in the viscera he left behind.
Ten years after surviving a gunshot wound to the head, Soap is struggling with the reality of retirement and the abrupt, seemingly unprompted reappearance of his ex-lover and former lieutenant. But healing isn't linear, and sometimes things need to shatter and break before they can be built back up anew.
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03 Nov 2025
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Ghost has never been able to show affection in ways others can understand; his love for Johnny is no exception. When tragedy strikes, the twisted wires in his mind show him what Johnny has always been lacking in his life.
A real father to care for him.
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02 Nov 2025
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Blood instantly welled from the skin under the vampire's grip, and Ghost hissed with pure pleasure, keeping him under an iron lock. He then shoved his face closer, dragging his tongue across Price's chin and cheek, tasting the blood and the wildness clinging to his skin.
"Just pure iron and death," Ghost rumbled low in his ear. "My blood won't taste like this."
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- Part 1 of Poly Monster AU
Bookmarked by Emolia_92
31 Oct 2025
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And in that pulse of light John sees him.
A man wearing a dark hood stands at the end of the hallway, massive and hulking, larger than any human should be. His shoulders rise and fall, slow and steady and John knows whoever this man is — he’s no soldier. There’s an underlying motion to him, a twitch that has John reaching for the pistol that he doesn’t have, warning bells going off in his mind.
The light sputters once more, and the figure is shifting, the slightest incline of his head as if he’s just realized John was behind him. But something is — different, the light seeming to catch on more than one shape at once.
“Identify your —” but words fail him as the figure turns further, John able to get a peek of what lies beneath the hood, the harsh light catching on the edge of a white skull mask. Haunting and familiar and John feels his breath catch sharp in his chest.
“Simon.”
Bookmarked by Emolia_92
30 Oct 2025