#selkie soap

[captain-mj]

Changling!Ghost attempting to court Selkie!Soap before ditching google and asking Soap's mom.

Hell yeah, love it! I also have the next part of this story already planned and ready to go so hope you guys are enjoying it

Ghost checked the time. Currently 4 am. The screen he was on now was an article of Selkies in Scottish folklore.

After reading about how selkies were sexually dominated by those that stole their coats for the dozenth time, he gave up. Every article held pretty much the same thing. An explanation of how men would force the female selkies to be their brides through their coat or how male selkies would have human families they’d see for a while before leaving. Several stated that once a selkie went to sea, they wouldn’t be seen for seven years and he needed to make sure that wasn’t true because he thought he’d go mad if Soap disappeared from him. 

Ghost set his head down. He wished he could sleep, but alas, it was evading him tonight. It’s why he decided to get some research done. Originally, it was to help him court Soap, but he had gotten a bit lost in the stories. 

There were clear distinctions he could make out. Everything before a certain painted selkies as malevolent or benevolent, some even implying there evil. Then the weird sexual stuff. Then when the catholics came and they could be healed by baptism. Considering Soap was very much still here, that wasn’t true. 

There was nothing on courting. Nothing. Just take their coat and force them. He didn't want that.

He checked the time and did the math. Because of the timezone difference it would be 8 where Soap's mom lived.

Ghost called her before he could second guess himself.

"Hello?" She sounded so soft spoken. Her accent just as thick as Soap's though.

"Hi. This is... Ghost? Soap may have called me Simon."

"Oh. I was waiting for your call. I have to say, I appreciate how safe you keep my son." Her voice grew to a whisper and it was clear she was moving around.

"Yes, of course. I'd do anything for him." He had been honest with Soap about one thing and that's that he really did want her to like him.

"Good. I will admit, I was worried when he said he planned to not tell you. Selkies are sensitive, especially my son." There was a threat right under the surface. "So why are you calling?"

"I want to know how to court him. Properly."

"..."

Ghost stared at the wall ahead of him and shoved himself through one of the most excruciating sentences of his life. "I've been looking into it, but I'm not good at human romance, let alone this. I want... Soap to be my husband and I want to be a good husband back."

"..."

Ghost gritted his teeth and bore the silence for a few minutes before finally getting an answer.

"Did you feel this way before seeing his coat?"

"I've felt this way a while, ma'am."

He swore for a moment he heard her sniffle. "Good. Good. I'll help you, okay? First, please disregard anything you've seen online."

"Already did. They mostly just suggest taking his coat or chasing him."

"Chasing comes later, doing that so early on is seen as tacky and too forward." She explained while Ghost felt a blush creep up on his face. "Right now, you need to prove yourself to be a good mate. Little difficult considering your jobs, but prove you're useful. If you were a selkie, I'd suggest hunting bu-"

"I hunt." Ghost interrupted. "Mostly deer. Would that... work?"

"Excellent. Yes. Bring him food and shiny objects. Also, wear your arms bare more."

"Why?" That didn't make much sense.

"Because Soap likes your tattoos. And your arms. I love my son very much, but I didn't need to know your measurements or how much you can lift. Congrats on getting to 275 on bench presses by the way. According to Soap, that's very impressive."

Ghost had turned bright red under his mask. "Thank you."

She laughed softly before humming. "Can you do something for me and not ask why?"

"Sure."

"Say you're doing this to control him."

Ghost paused and went to ask why before stopping. "I'm doing this to control Soap."

"Thank you. Good luck." She hung up on him.

He decided to brush it off, sure she asked for a good reason. 

So Ghost took her advice and bought him a handful of pens that glittered. Soap held them to his chest and blushed. “Thank you.”

Ghost nodded, staring at him. The next time he went to eat, he noticed Soap had given him some extra food. He immediately looked for him, seeing him talk to Gaz. Something warm spread through his chest before he fled to his room to eat. 

Soap visited him after a while and sat with him, talking casually. 

“You want to come with me on our next leave?” Ghost asked suddenly. “I have a cabin in Canada I go to occasionally.” 

Soap stared at him for a minute, clearly thinking. “I’m sorry, ask me that again.” 

“I have a cabin in Canada. It’s only an hour by foot from a coast too.” He looked at Soap who was still processing. 

“I thought you had a flat in Manchester?”

“Yeah, I do. But I have a cabin I hunt at. It’s pretty nice.”

“And you’re inviting me. To stay there. For a week. Alone. In the woods.” Soap leaned forward as he talked.

“Yes. You and me.” Ghost nodded. 

“Okay. Yeah. I’ll go.” Soap said softly.

-

“How much further?” Soap groaned at him. They had gotten off the plane maybe thirty minutes ago. The cab had driven them as far as the road went and now they had been trekking for maybe ten minutes.

“Stop being a baby.”

Soap groaned more. “Do we have to do this every time we need anything?”

“Yep.”

“I’m regretting this already. I think my feet are going to fall off.”

“We’ve walked way more than this for a mission!” Ghost didn’t understand, turning to look at him. There was a lot of snow... And he didn’t really prepare Soap as well as he could’ve.. 

He noticed that Soap’s face was completely red from the cold. He assumed he’d be immune to the cold, but he supposed without his coat, he was just human. 

Ghost moved closer. “Sorry.”

Soap blinked and stared up at him. His eyes were so big. Ghost really, really like them. 

He took off his mask and grabbed Soap’s face, very gently holding. If hypothermia had set in, rubbing would cause the ice crystals in his skin to tear. Once he thought Soap was a little more warmed up, he moved closer, gently rubbing now to make sure there was plenty of blood flow. Soap was still really red though which was concerning. 

Soap stared at him, a lot more aware of their proximity than Ghost. “Simon?” His breath made clouds but Ghost’s didn’t. It was an odd thing to notice, but they both did. 

Ghost slipped his ski mask over Soap head, tucking in carefully. “There. I don’t really get cold. I’ll carry your bag.” He took it from him and started trekking again. Soap grabbed his arm and followed. Maybe he leaned in a bit too much, making it hard for Ghost to walk, but Ghost wasn’t going to say anything. 

Finally they got there and Soap collapsed on the couch. Ghost turned the heat on and sat with him. He took off both their gloves and did the process he remembered for warming someone up. Start with the extremities. Ghost hummed softly. 

Soap pulled off the mask and tossed it on the table. “You gave me your mask.”

“Yeah, I was worried. Your face was super red.” He continued rubbing Soap’s hands until they felt warm. Ghost hummed. “I’m not rubbing your feet. You can just lose some toes.” 

Soap laughed. “Alright. Understood.” He moved a little closer. “This place is... To be honest, I was expecting a shack.” 

It really was a nice place. Two stories, big lofty rooms and mostly wood from the looks of it. “I’m a little insulted. But I like space. Plus no one can be hiding anywhere.” 

Soap laughed. “Paranoid as always, huh, Lt?” 

Ghost shrugged. “There’s a spare room. I know we’re married and all but...”

“I’ll be staying in the spare room for now.” Soap said quickly, blushing as he looked away.

Ghost nodded and showed him where it was. “Before you ask, there is a hot water heater and it lasts for hours. Unlike the one on base.”

“You’re making me a very happy man, Simon Riley.” Johnny smiled at him. 

Simon tried not to vibrate out of his skin. “I’m going to bring you so many deer.”

“What?”

[greyauras]

I forgot to advertise this. And I don't really know how to, to be honest.

But uh. Yeah. Here you go.

Updated tags:

[the-shotce-newsletter]

When the LT asks you on a mission, you say yes. Again with xbox being crappy, but this is for all those Selkie!Soap writers out there.

[grimmroach]

behold, the jankiest selkie soap you’ve ever seen

new to painting and sculpting, little bit of practice

[the-raindeer-king]

SELKIE👏SOAP👏 big brain stuff. Don't get me wrong, the Dullahan is my favorite of all mythological creature. I have a whole figurine a foot tall of one on my shelf. But Selkie Soap hits so hard. He'd so be the type to leave his coat out at your house all the time after dating and knowing you're his person. 'Oh, whoops Soap left his weirdly heavy and thick coat here again', 'Oh look, he's calling asking if you can bring him his coat' after a while he gives up and just throws it on you tbh. Let him be yours, damnit!

If selkies are always cold without the pelt, I wonder how important warmth is so Soap. You cuddled up and comment how warm he is, or how warm and cozy it is under the blanket(and pelt cause ofc) with you? Absolute heart eyes. You probably just said the equivalent of something so serious and loving and he's fawning

Big brain shit

AND BEAR SHIFTER PRICE the rumbles the RUMBLESSS takes 'bear hug' to a whole new meaning. Yes he adds honey to his tea, he will bite if you comment on it (if you're not one of the very few he really trusts and cares for that is. If it's say, his wonderful partner, they'll get smothered with a kiss an' a cuddle and maybe a nip at most. Gotta take care of his lil' love after all.) Supreme den to sleep in. Dark room, probably painted like a dark brown or something so it's really dark dark once the sun goes down. California King size bed, so many blankets, heavy ones he can shift around into certain ways. Pillows everywhere, AC cranked LOW low so he can cuddle his sweet partner so so close without them overheating, leaving them clinging to him in their sleep bc he's so warm. Probably loves smelling your scent, and scenting you so others smell him and know to leave you be

ELDRITCH GHOST THO!

He's always there. Haunting those he hunts and those he loves and it's such a rare thing to be so vehemently focused on tbh. As his enemy, it's an endless looking sense. The dark is too dark in certain spaces but not all of them. The quiet is too quiet when they step into a specific spot but take two steps away and they can hear their brain thinking again. On the flip side, you never feel like you're alone. There's always something right around the corner, right behind you that you can't see. Yes, Ghost is there physically, and his body almost feels like there's soft layers and hollow inside. But when hes not there, it's like he is still. A drink on the counter when you wake, a towel on the sink when you shower, the blankets moving and being tucked around you as you settle to sleep, even if you not moving, especially when it's dark.

And 100% I don't see Gaz as a harpy. I think you're on with a Naga though. Notoriously hard to kill (as we've seen with all the shit Gaz gets into (cough cough, helicopter, cough cough)) ruthless on the job but Amicable unless disrespected off the job (usually used as guards in mythology) and I'd go a step farther and say I could see him as either a Boomslang(one of the 10 fastest snakes, cause Gaz isn't super bulky but he's light and quick and snaps to where he needs to go yk?) also a beautiful black/green combo and slimmer species that I feel would fit him well, highly venomous and hang out in trees, idk if that's fitting just a fun fact.

Oooh just imagine going to pick him up after a rough mission. He's still on guard, alert, serious, and once he sees you he's snapping to you, already holding you close, the midsection of his tail winding up to press against the back of your legs, pressing you closer. Mumbling quiet words with a light hiss to them as he draws you in, seeping up your warmth. He's a cold blooded creature, can't you help him warm back up? 🥺

Anon, you and I are on the same wavelength and I love you (platonic).

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Pebble!

Requested: Yes! [I just picture Silkie!Soap forgets people don't speak seal when he is excited. Like straight up doing seal noises and screams all because he found a really cool rock. But in his mind he is explaining just how it's actually sea glass and where he found it. Or something magical a mermaid gave him that will help his love be underwater longer. But you will never know. It's just a really cool rock lol]

Warnings: None

The sound that left Soap’s mouth was far from human, but it wasn’t something he seemed to notice in his excitement, barking and yelling at you as he waved around an absolutely gorgeous looking rock. A deep grey speckled with bits of what looked like different colored glass pieces all around it. He seemed to be trying to tell you a story but all that came out was varying volumes of “AR! AR! ARF!” sounds as he leaned in close to your face, grin so wide that it showed off every one of his sharpened teeth, made for shredding through flesh and tendon but seemed almost….puppy like in this instant when paired with his excitement and sparkling eyes full of wonder.

You were pretty sure he was telling you a story so you cooed along with a few repeated “Oh, really?” and “Wow, that’s so cool!” just to keep him talking, a bit like one would to a babbling toddler. He’d be huffy about it later but for now you just wanted you just wanted to indulge in his joy, in his over excited mannerisms, giggling whenever his arms waved up and down like a bird trying to take flight. For half a second you were almost certain that he would just suddenly take off, rising into the blue sky and right into the sun.

It wasn’t til he stopped, chest heaving and forced to take a deep breathe that he seemed to realize what he was doing, a light blush rising up on his cheeks, but still smiling so wide that it looked like it hurt. “Sorry.” He mumbled and you shook your head, placing a hand over top of his clawed one, stroking his wrist comfortingly.

“Don’t be, it was cute.” You chuckled, eyes fluttering closed when he leaned in to bump his forehead against yours with a little huffing growl, nipping your nose playfully, ripping another giggle from your lips.

“Am nah cute!” He protests, flipping the rock in his hands before nudging closer, almost knocking you over as he shoved his face into yours, nose twitching. “Am vicious! Terrifying! A predator of tha seas!”

“A cute little sea puppy!” You teased, squealing when he lunged forward, just narrowly escaping being crush under him, laughing as you stand and dart across the sand, your lover hot on your heels, scooping you up in his arms the second he could and planting a wet kiss on your lips that left you just as breathless as it always did.

“I want you ta have it.” He whispers, pressing the rock against your chest until your hand reaches up to take it from him, running your fingers over the coarse stone like it was fine jewelry or a beautiful new dress. It was far better than either of those things to you.

“I’ll treasure it.” You tell him, watching his eyes go half lidded. “Now and forever.”

“Now and forever.” He repeated back, though you knew he wasn’t talking about the rock anymore.

[kabbal]

Selkie!Soap because it's such a delightful au

Kinda compagnon work to my fic My Lover Stands On Golden Sands

[miilkybnn]

Hi! Idk if this is what you meant for prompts but I raise you pirate!ghost x mermaid!roach ((idk I’ve always loved the hc/lore that mermaids use sign language to communicate, and that is roach!!)) :)

semester is finally over so that means I can actually draw some of the asks I never got around to last time :}

anyways here’s ur at long last pirate/mermaid ghostroach art that went through 15 different scenarios I wanted to draw but ultimately settled on “what you got there” “a smoothie” bc I thought that was the funniest ((ps i also love that hc mermaids using sign language bc that’s so juicy mmmm yeah yummy yum yum so scrumptious))

+ an extra doodle of “pov u just became lunch”

[the-whispers-of-death]

what if instead of being a merman, the reader is a selkie... but that'd mean stone and heartthrob would have to live somewhere near the ocean or sea. hmm.. but at least reader can now actually walk and interact with the human world.

or.. maybe stone and co. end up getting their chopper/plane/boat/whatever under attack by enemy forces and it sinks into the ocean, but by the time rescue ends up getting there, selkie!reader has already gotten them somewhere safer, like maybe a nearby uninhabited island. or maybe it has reader's den on it. hidden, but its there.

or.. maybe the moment the crew is all safe and sound, selkie!reader returns back into the water. maybe hunting to get fish for all of them so they dont starve. idk i dont see the reader being the talkative kind here, just quietly pulling them onto shore, quietly handing them food, and quietly slipping back into the water the moment noone is looking at him anymore

~ rusty

Stone and the 141 are very confused. One second they were in a helicopter (this just furthers Gaz's bad experiences with helicopters) that was sinking into the ocean after a missile hit it, and now they're all on what looks like a vanishing isle.

It doesn't help that you, their savior, doesn't talk to them. You give them food and then you go back into the water once they start eating. It confuses them profoundly, though Stone is more wary about taking the food than the rest of them.

"Aye, lad, you should eat," Soap says, digging into the food once you've gone back into the water. "You need to eat."

Ghost nods in agreement with Soap, shoving Stone's portion of the food to said man, "Yeah, Stone. We all need to get healed and rested before we can find out way home," he adds.

"I don't like this," Stone grumbles, but he eats the food. He swallows a bite before continuing, "Do none of you think it's suspicious that this... creature dropped us onto the isle and not the beach that was closer to where we crashed?"

"Stone, he's not hurting us," Gaz replies in between bites of his own food. He's doing surprisingly well for having been in a helicopter accident for the third time since meeting Price.

Price patted Stone's chest in a comforting gesture. "Besides, we'll find a way off this isle. I promise," he murmured in that gruff voice of his.

A few minutes later, Stone is relaxing and eating in his food when you splash onto the beach with some more food, making him hiss as you appear right next to him and scare him. He scowls when the others laugh at his expense.

He was not going to enjoy this time on the isle.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something! (SFW requests only, please and thank you)

[yeenybeanies]

aqua burst with selkie soap teehee

palettes? again??

jealous seal boy whom i love & adore 💖

(ref)

[8-rae-rae-8]

Selkie!Soap StimBoard

[captain-mj]

"Something in him told him to put it on, feeling it against his skin."

Please. Please MJ, Pretty please, I don't know how or why it would happen, but I need Ghost to put on the coat or handle it a bit more. (Preferably without knowing the implications) Love the flustered Selkie!McTavish.

Foaming at the mouth because this is my two special interests merged

~~~~

Ghost tried not to do it again. Really, really tried. But Soap was in med bay and had asked him to grab some stuff for him. And the coat was laid out on the bed. 

The feeling crept back under his skin and before he knew it, his gloves were back off, running their way their way through the fur. 

Soap tensed, the entire base away, feeling the ghost of a touch. He closed his eyes tight. “Please don’t put it on. Please don’t put it on.” 

Ghost lifted his mask, just to the bridge of his nose, and lightly pressed it to his face. It was so soft. Smelled so intensely of Soap and the sea. Salt blending with the vanilla body wash he always used. He understood why Soap found it so comforting. It felt pretty heavy too, like the weighted blanket Ghost refused to admit he had in his room. 

Soap flushed, feeling the increasingly gentle touch. “What are you doing to me, Ghost?” He shuddered. Out of all of the team, Ghost would probably be the best he supposed. He didn’t ask him many questions, so Soap wouldn’t have to worry about spilling any secrets. Only really ordered him to do things in the field. Soap would just be an exceptional soldier a couple of days. 

That instinct started at the top of his spine, begging for him to slip it on. He shouldn’t. 

Ghost shrugged off the hoodie he had been wearing and fully removed the mask. He avoided looking in the mirror as he gently slipping it on. For once, he had worn short sleeves, which was perfect. The soft fur on him made something in his brain fizzle. 

Reluctantly, he looked in the mirror. He didn’t hate what he saw. Still scarred, still too much like his Father. But it didn’t seem as bad.

Soap winced, always hating this feeling. The strings in his body tensing and wrapping around his muscles. One always trying to drag him to the sea. And now one tangled around his heart that pulled him to Ghost. It wasn’t the best of feelings normally, even worse when he already had been harboring a crush on him. 

He remembered his mom, a selkie taken from her home and forced to marry his dad, explain to him one day what it was like to have your coat stolen. 

She had spoken like it was a poem, though she had said it so sadly.

“What do you want me to be? What do you need me to be? 

I’ll be perfect at whatever you want. 

I’ll rip my heart out if you ask.

I’ll be your guard. I’ll be your wife. I’ll bleed myself dry.”

They didn’t get a choice. Soap had his coat taken before. Once he found it, he joined the army to get far, far away. He was too human to just fuck off and be a seal. 

Wanted to sometimes. 

Soap closed his eyes, forcing himself to relax. His injured leg and the bullet wound in his side meant he couldn’t go to Ghost. He’d take any orders he was given, like always. He just hoped Ghost was kinder than the previous coat holder. 

Ghost gathered everything up while still wearing a coat. He put his mask on and then, with great reluctance, took off the coat. He folded it carefully and gently before putting it on top of the clothes and blanket that Soap had requested. Soap would be stuck in medical a couple of days so he thought it would be nice to have. 

Ghost didn’t knock, Soap would be expecting him back, and he almost laughed when the heart monitor sped up. He dropped the things on his lap.

“There you go.” 

Soap stared at the coat for a second, freezing. “What?”

“I saw it and thought you’d want it.” Ghost wasn’t going to admit to the crime of putting it on. 

Soap flushed bright red but didn’t pick it up. Ghost frowned at him and pushed it to his chest to show him what else he got. Soap wrapped his arms around it and flushed more. 

“Thanks, Simon.” 

“No problem, Johnny.” Ghost patted his head without thinking. “Feel better soon, yeah?”

Soap nodded dumbly and Ghost eventually left.

Soap got his phone and immediately called his mom.

“A bhobain! How are you?”

“Máthair. Are you able to talk?” Soap said it softly and she immediately became more serious. 

“Yes. Are you okay? Your coat is it safe?” She switched to Gaelic and he followed suit. 

“You know that... guy I had a crush on?”

“Oh no.”

“He gave it back. Physically pushed it back in my hands.”

“Oh no...” 

“Are we married now?”

[doctordogboy]

Everyone makes Nikolai a bear in animal-related aus for obvious reasons but he's a bird. I don't know enough about birds to give you a specific one but he's a big ass bird. He's grabbing people, shooting up into the air, then dropping them high enough to die on impact. He's swooping down and scaring the fuck outta people. I feel it in my heart.

[grimmroach]

i’m cooking up something that selkie soap enjoyers are going to love

[forestshadow-wolf]

Soap forgetting the word werewolf and calling then land selkies

[shotce]

One of the blogs I followed has a non-rebloggable comment that says ‘now I’m thinking about having sex on a fur coat’ and all I can think about is the absolute vulnerability and intimacy of an otp doing this on a selkie coat