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Sorry about no updates! I've kind of been sick for 2 weeks as well as some depressing news that happened in my personal life. So, I kind of had a setback.

Hope to write soon!

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Salvation 17.2

Summary: It started with a look and then a smile. She was just another name on a continuous list of rotating faces. But then she smiled, and it wrecked his world. He would lie, cheat, and kill, just to keep her in his orbit.

Trigger Warning ⚠️: Obsession, wounded, NSFW (EXPLICIT)

Word Count: 1440

Chapter 17 (Part 2): Tipping Point (EXPLICIT)

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The sound of papers being pushed off the desk echoed through the room as Price swept reports from the desk with a single arm, casualty logs and op debriefs tumbling to the floor in a flurry of white as their bodies collided. He didn’t care about the mess, only her.

She was the only thing that mattered.

Her and this moment.

And claiming her as his.

His hands burned across her skin, mapping out every curve and dip he had been denying himself for too long. She gasped when his calloused fingers pushed against her nipples, and he growled low in his throat, biting back the urgency to bury himself between her thighs–, instead letting his mouth roam–hot kisses slipping from her throat to the swell of her collarbone, her heat searing his palms, soft and warm and real. Not another dream to leave him aching and hollow.

She responded eagerly, making quick work of his belt, tugging it free with a roughness that made his breath catch. Her lips were on his neck, then his jaw, teeth grazing the scar there. He shuddered at the contact.

They undressed in a tangle of shaking hands and desperate mouths, clothing falling to the floor in quiet thuds. His hands found the back of her thighs, and he lifted her with ease, breath hissing between his teeth as pain flared in his side–but he didn’t stop. Couldn’t. She wrapped around him like she belonged there.

He set her on the desk, the wood cool against her, and leaned in close–forehead brushing hers, their breaths heavy and shared.

“Your so fucking beautiful,” he rasped, voice cracked and ragged. She arched into him, a plea and promise as her legs parted for him.

He kissed her again–slow, deliberate– his lips trail down, worshipping the hollow of her throat, across her collarbone, the arch of her ribs. She leaned back on her elbows, watching him with half-lidded eyes as he sank to his knees.

“John–” her voice trembled with something between anticipation and desperation.

He hooked his hands behind the back of her knees and pulled her to the edge of the desk, setting her against his mouth like it was the only place she belonged. He kissed the inside of her thighs first, each kiss a promise, each graze of his stubble a warning. And when his mouth found her folds, she gasped–sharp, sudden–her fingers splayed across the desk trying to find purchase as he settled between her thighs like a starved man.

Price groaned against her, the sound dark and hungry.

He was going to ruin her–to bind her to him with every gasp and quiver he could draw from her. With pleasure and his unwavering devotion, worshiping her body like it was his salvation.

His tongue traced her folds, dipping to taste the pulse of her desire, flicking up to tease her clit. He took his time. Let her fall apart on his mouth, letting her hips roll and buck against his hold, her thighs tensing and trembling around his shoulders. He savored her unraveling, the slick friction of her velvety wetness dripping down his chin.

He didn’t stop when she cried out his name like it was a prayer–only held her tighter, hands gripping her waist. He didn’t stop when her fingers threated through his hair, moaning out in pleading wails, urging him deeper. He wanted her to feel it. Wanted to ruin her. Wanted her to remember this–him, on his knees, his mouth buried between her legs, him worshipping her. 

“John–” she choked again, his name a sob of pleasure on her lips as she came apart for him in his arms–quaking, nails digging into his scalp–he drank down her cries, savoring them as he did her sweet taste.

Slowly he withdrew, dragged his mouth away and up her body. Watching her like a predator, her face flush and chest heaving, eyes wide with want. His fingers replaced his tongue, curling them until she was gasping and clench around them. He kissed up her body, taking a nipple into his mouth and rolling it between his teeth. He savored every inch of her body, drawing out every drop of pleasure he could before she was a pleading mess on his desk. 

It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. And this was his. He had made her like this. And it would only ever be him.

He kissed her breathless when he reached her lips again, his mouth slick with her.

Her nails scratched lightly down his back, and he hissed, panting against her mouth.

She cupped his face, forehead pressed to his, and whispered, “You’re mine.”

His heart clenched, it wasn’t him saying it but her, and it only made it more perfect. “Always.”

His hands were shaking, swallowing her breath and moans with a needy kiss, her body trembling beneath his touch. His cocked strained and ached to finally be in her. She was perfect. And wanted this just as much as he did. It was the way her thighs parted for him. In the way her hips tilted up in offering. In the way her breath caught when his hand slid between them to guide himself into him.

His hips rocked forward in a slow thrust, slowly sinking into her with a groan that sounded like it had been torn from his soul. Her heat swallowed him, tight and clenching, his knees nearly buckling.

She gasped his name–half prayer, half curse–and he swore back in return, breath punched from his lungs as her body welcomed him, inch by agonizing inch, like she was made for him. He held her hips, trying to stay still, to give her time to adjust, but she was already moving, one leg curling around his waist, the other low on his hip, mindful of his wound, her hands gripping him tightly, pulling him deeper.

“Fuck,” he muttered, dragging his mouth along her jaw. “You feel like heaven,” he groaned, bucking his hips with a low curse. “Like you were made for me.”

Crow arched into him, spine bowing off the desk, and Price snapped his hips forward–slow at first. He wanted to savor this, but then she moaned, begging him for more. Harder. Faster.

And he crumbled, slamming into her willing body with reckless abandon, their mouth sloppily finding each other as they moaned and groaned, their bodies moving together, her hips always rocking to meet his thrusts. Her breath hitched every time he filled her, and every time his name fell from her lips in a breathless whimper he had to force himself not to come apart right then and there.

The desk creaked beneath them, rocking with each thrust.

He buried his face into her neck, biting back a growl building in his throat.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had lost control like this. Couldn’t remember the last time he felt like he might break–like it wasn’t just his body he was giving her, but every piece of his tattered soul and everything else he had always kept hidden.

“I’ve wanted this–you,” he growled, teeth grazing her skin. “For so fucking long.”

“I know,” she gasped, hands in his hair. “God, John–ah~!” Her body clenched around his cock, and he felt her come apart, nails biting into his skin, her voice breaking on his name. 

He chased her through it, fucking her through the throws of her orgasm, until his rhythm faltered, hips stuttering as the tight coil inside him snapped. He buried himself to the hilt, hands gripping her thighs as he spilled into her with a shuddering groan, her name a muffled prayer against her skin.

Everything went still.

The only sounds were their ragged breaths–her chest rising and falling against his, his sweat-slicked body heavy above hers. They staying like that for a moment, basking in the afterglow of their shared pleasure. Then Price collapsed forward slightly, with a grimace of pain, bracing one arm against the desk beside her head, the other slipping into her hair. Their foreheads touched, their breaths mingling in raw pants.

“I meant it,” he murmured, voice hoarse. “I’d die for you.”

Her hand found his cheek. “You’re not allowed to,” she breathed.

He let out a broken laugh and, for the first time in a long time, smiled.

wolfYLady: So I have been a little busy. Between listening to Sleep Token's latest album on repeat, a local beer festival that left me burnt and red like a lobster, I was slow to write this chapter. NSFW is not my strong suit. I try, though. (Should I just end the story here?) Hope you all enjoyed!

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For those of you who didn't know, I have posted the start of parts 2 and 3 of the Twisted Sins series. I have linked their Tumblr posts, but they can be read on Ao3!

Veneration: Ghost & OC/Crow

Consecration: Gaz & OC/Crow

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Veneration 3

Summary: He had spent years alone, he was quiet, efficient and solitary by nature. He never needed anyone, he was fine. Comfortable in his solitude. And if he ever needed anyone there was his team, watching his six. He never felt like anything was missing until she walked into the room like a breath of fresh air. It was like the world had been dull until then, and he found himself seeking out her light until he wanted her light to be his and his alone and heaven help whoever got in his way.

Trigger Warning ⚠️: Mentions of past abuse, Stalker Behavior, and obsessive tendencies

Word Count: 1068

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Chapter 3

He's not sure when it changed, but things shifted. Somewhere between shared missions and shared silence, the distance he had once kept, began to vanish. Crow hadn’t moved. He had.

Little by little, like the tide wearing down stone, he inched closer. Now he could hardly breathe properly when she was too far, it was worse when she was out of sight. Her absence pressed into his lungs like a weight, pulling him into the undertow. 

It’s time for another mission, another chance to be close and he needs it.

It’s the only time he allows himself to get this close. Close enough to hear her breath hitch, to feel her brush his arm when they passed in a narrow corridor, or marvel in her light when she had a rifle in hand–like she was his personal goddess of war.

He lived for those moments.

Hoarding them like sacred relics, always chasing the next; a brief glance, their hands brushing while passing a mag, her fingers against his gloved hand. They were never enough. But he made them last a heartbeat longer than necessary.

Steady hands. Steady eyes.  She was calm in a way that makes his stomach tighten.

He was starving for her.

The team was checking their gear in the hangar. Gear being loaded, helicopter prepped, chatter low. It’s routine–another op, another country, another dead target waiting to happen. The others are talking–Gaz, Soap–light banter to keep the nerves down. But Ghost isn’t looking at the mission board, he’s watching Crow. She moved like she’d been born for the field. There was no wasted motion, no hesitation. Her fingers ran clean checks over her rig, confident and precise. He’d memorized her process. He could recite her loadout better than his own, cataloging her gear and equipment like it were his own, just to make sure she was prepared. Because he needed to know.

It had become a quiet, unrelenting religion.

He knew her schedule. Hadn’t meant to learn it–at first. But then it became a habit. Then a comfort. And then a need. He started showing up early to training–because he knew she would. Started volunteering for ops she was assigned to. He replaced knives before she noticed the hilt was cracked. Kept extra protein bars she liked, in his ruck, just in case.

It was for her safety.

But it tasted like a lie.

He was good at hiding it. Hiding the interest that had turned into need and longing. He’d been doing it for years now. Time didn’t make it easier. In fact, it made it worse. Silent devotion, cloaked in discipline and waning restraint. No one sees it. No one suspects how quickly he would turn for her.

But he sees everything.

She turned to him, catching his eyes, and smiles. Its just the slight uptilt of her lips, but it sinks into his ribs like a knife. Not flirtatious. Not anything intentional. Just human but it makes his breath catch in his throat all the same.

He turns away first.

Fuck.

What are you doing? Smiling at me? You don't even know me. Don’t even know what I’m capable of just to keep you looking my way. To keep you alive.

Ghost was good at being just that. A ghost. It had never been a problem, not until her, not until he felt like a ghost passing through her life. He told himself, it was better this way. To be a ghost in her life, then not be in it at all. But he felt like a ghost trapped in her life–always watching, never in it. 

He knew everything, noticing every seemingly insignificant thing, like it was sacred. How Crow breathes and finger drum against her thigh when stressed. How she muttered under her breath when thinking through a problem. Worse how she never complained, but would wince slightly when the pressure changes and that old shrapnel wound aches.

He’d memoried her voice. The rhythm of her boots in the hallway. The soft lilt she used when teasing Soap. The tired sighs when she thought no one was listening.

He needed her like he needed air. And he made sure no one could take her away. Ever.

Of course there were others drawn into her light like a moth to a flame. Who smiled too long. Laughed too hard. Touched her like they had the right. They could never be what he was for her.

And all those men found themselves sidelined. Transferred. Injured. They disappeared.

Not because of him–officially.

But Ghost has always been surgical. Precise. Untraceable. A ghost.

He goes through his gear because he needs to move his hands. He’d already checked it, three times now.

His hands went still, and eyes snapped up to Crow, looking up and across the hangar.

She was laughing. 

It stole his breath away. She looked like the sun, glowing, eyes bright and lips pulled back in a smile. It felt like someone had wrapped his chest in barbed wire.

That sound. That laugh. You don’t even know what you’re doing to me.

Her voice–he hears it even when she’s gone. He can only sleep when he knows she is safe, and she’s only safe when she’s close.

At first he had this delusion that he cataloged her habits, wants, needs, history, because it meant he could protect her.

But that was a lie, that he could barely admit to himself.

It’s not enough to protect her.

He wants more.

He’s good at waiting.

But not when she laughs like that. Not when she smiles so easily.

It makes his patience wane as the serpent is his gut slowly eats away at it.

She doesn’t see it. Not yet. Crow still see me as her lieutenant. The ghost. That's fine. She’ll see, eventually. And she’ll understand.

His head tilts slightly as Crow looks his way again. Their eyes meeting. Just for a second.

Maybe she was starting to notice. Maybe she had begun to feel the weight of his stare. And if so, it too late.

He gave her a nod, and she a polite smile.

His chest tightens.

Still smiling. Still mine. Even if she doesn’t know it yet.

He rose with the rest of the team. Quiet. Professional. Efficient.

But underneath?

Ghost is already planning. To make that space between them disappear. And to pull her into the undertow with him.

wolfYLady: Here is chapter 3. I love writing his twisting descent into obsession. But his love will be more manipulative than toxic. Making her love him and need him, making her think she fell for him willingly instead of knowing that he had planned it, and she will never know. Thank you for reading. Please let me know what you think! Also, I just posted Chapter 17, Part 1 of Salvation. There is a poll if you like. Chapter 1 of Consecration is also available.

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Salvation

Summary: It started with a look and then a smile. She was just another name on a continuous list of rotating faces. But then she smiled, and it wrecked his world. He would lie, cheat, and kill, just to keep her in his orbit.

Trigger Warning ⚠️: Obsession, wounded, NSFW-ish

Word Count: 564

Chapter 17 (Part 1): Tipping Point

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The kiss deepened without either of them noticing. What started as a tender moment unraveled into something heavier—hungry.

He shifts in the chair, groaning at the pain in his side. His jaw flexes as the stitches pull, but he needed her closer, needs to feel her, and it shows when they part. Dark and heavy and all-consuming desperate need. The kind that devours people. That had been gnawing away at him.

Her breath lingers on his lips in a pant, his hand drags down her arm and settles on her hip, squeezing.

“John—” she started, breathlessly.

“Tell me to stop,” His lips brush the underside of her jaw. “Otherwise I won’t, not until every part of you is mine.”

Her breath hitches and his lips settle on her pulse feeling it jump and race. For him. “Every breath I take without you in my hands feels wasted.”

The next kiss was rougher, full of heat and passion. She met him halfway, just as needy, as if she was consumed by the same heat that had been waiting for a spark to finally unleash.

Her hands fisted in his shirt, careful not to tug too close to the wound as she pulled off his shirt. Her lips found his again as she pushed him back into the chair, always careful of his wound as her hands mapped his chest. And he drew her closer, shifting in the chair with a low grunt of pain. But it didn’t matter. Not with her mouth on his. Not with her hands on his skin. She leaned into him, settling into his lap, her thighs on either side of his legs.

Their breathing was heavy, each touch demanding and soft all at once.

Her hand slid down, brushing against the bandaged, making her pause and him flinch, just slightly, but didn't stop her.

His lips caught the underside of her jaw, beard scraping against the softness of her skin. She tilted her head, allowing him more access, a quiet sound like a gasp and a moan catching in her throat.

God, he craved this. Craved her.

“Crow…” he rasped, voice almost pleading. His hands sliding up her thighs and curves, slipping under her shirt to feel her skin under his hands. She had settled against him. Close. Too close. And yet not close enough.

Her lips found his again–deeper now. She touched him like he was something precious, even when he didn’t feel it. Her hips shifted, slow, testing the space between them, and the groan that tore from his throat was raw. His hands found her waist, pressing into the curve of her hips, pulling her harder against him.

Her lips moved to his throat, teeth grazing his pulse. “This would have been so much easier if you were resting in bed.” She teased with a low sultry chuckle, in a tone he didn’t know possible. He groaned, head dipping to bury into her throat.

“Take me to bed then sweetheart.”

She let out a breathy laugh. “Its that easy?”

“That or I bend you over my desk until you're screaming my name,” it came out in a low hungry growl.

“Tempting.”

He groaned.

She got off his lap and he missed her heat and weight immediately, so he followed. Kissing her and pushing her against the desk.

She moaned against his lips, his name a needy breath.

wolfYLady: Since I haven't been able to decide how to continue, I wanted to post what I have and see what you, the readers, would like to see happen. I am not going to post this to Ao3 or anywhere else until I have this chapter completed. Thank you for reading and being patient. This story was literally my comeback from hiatus. It has been amazing to not only get back into writing but into a new fandom. (Yes, this was my first fic in the COD fandom!)

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Veneration: Ghost & OC/Crow

Consecration: Gaz & OC/Crow

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Consecration

Summary: Gaz had always been overlooked—good at his job, reliable, steady. He was rarely the one left surprised. Until Crow joined that is. It felt like a dance–one she didn’t know she’d started the moment they met. And yet he couldn’t stop moving to her rhythm. Responding to her steps, matching her without meaning to. She disarmed him in ways he hadn’t thought possible. And now? He didn’t want the dance to end. He was made for this. For her. Always watching. Always close. It isn't an obsession. Its devotion. The kind reserved for idols and gods. And she is his religion, and he, her most devoted follower.

Trigger Warning ⚠️: Obsession Behavior

Rating: Teen and Up (Will be raised later)

Word Count: 876

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They were in Turkey, dirt roads and dead heat. The scent of iron and oil clinging to the storage house they were using as a makeshift base until they had to move. They were tracking down a rogue militant group through the southern hills. 

“I called in a favor. Sergeant Crowley will be joining us full time.” Price said whilst in the midst of a debrief. Shooting a warning looked across the room–directed at Soap. “Don’t make her regret agreeing.”

Soap bristled, though his tone was more joking than offended, his hands up. “Haw! Dinnae be giein’ me that look! It was just a wee misunderstanding, right? Me an’ the lass are sound now.”

Ghost gave a huff, the closest thing Gaz had heard to a laugh from the man.

She walked in a moment later, dropping her bag off to the side unceremoniously. “Hope you boys don’t snore anymore.”

Gaz couldn’t take his eyes off her, not from the second she walked in. He wasn’t the only one, but his gaze lingered. He didn’t even try to hide it.

Long hair tied back tight. Eyes as sharp as her mouth. She was pretty, yeah–but it was the way she moved that hits him low in the gut. Like she didn’t give a damn who in the room could kill her–because she could kill them first.

Every step she took pulled his focus tighter.

She carried herself like she had been there for years–in a way she had. Seems she had history with everyone in that room–but him.

Price greeted her with a nod and a familiar handshake, a small greeting of “it's good to see you again” passing between them. Apparently she’d worked with him before, back when she was with MI6, back before she crossed over to the darker, deniable side of operations. Ghost, too–though the only thing that passed between the two was a glance, a nod from her and a grunt from him. There was an almost playful animosity between Soap and Crowley as they clapped hands.

Then she turned to him, reaching out a hand. “Veronica Crowley, Crow for short.”

He took her hand. “Kyle Garrick, Gaz will do.”

“Good to meet you Gaz,” she smirked before pulling away, and Price went back to debriefing.

And Gaz?

He watched her.

He didn’t think much of it at first.

She was just another operative. Sharp. Focused. Cold as steel and twice as useful.

But something tugged at him in the back of his mind.

Curiosity.

He told himself it was professional. She was new to the team. He just needed to understand how she worked, how she thought, so they could work together. That’s all it was.

That’s all it took.

He didn’t know it, didn’t know that, that one encounter would change what he thought he knew about himself, until that shift had come and went without his notice. How he needed to check on her before settling into his bunk, and even then she was the last thing he thought of before falling asleep. Or when he started looking for her before briefings, so they could walk together. Or how he liked the way she leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, like she would rather be shooting something then be here.

At first they were just friends. It happened easily enough. She was easy to talk to when she wasn’t focused on the mission. It all came so easily. The banter over breakfast. Shared workouts in the gym. Shoulder bumps during long rides back from the field. Passing him a protein bar in the hallway whenever he hadn’t been at breakfast, or shooting him a look whenever Soap got too rowdy.

Crow teased like Soap, but carried herself in a way that was reminiscent like Ghost–silent and lethal when it mattered, and merciless with sarcasm when it didn’t. A strange contradiction in a woman who could fearlessly crack open a compound with a bolt cutter and break an asset with five words or less.

Gaz liked it. Like her.

Too much.

Maybe it was the way she swore in Arabic under her breath when she was frustrated–cause it tasted better that way. Maybe it was the way she always tapped her knife twice before she tucked it back into its sheath. Or maybe it was the way she trusted him enough to fall asleep beside him on the transport back from Marrakesh, face nearly buried in his shoulder.

It built up slowly. Quietly.

Until one day, it wasn’t.

Until it was ringing in his ears like a siren.

He caught himself watching her from the doorway of the armory, jaw tight as she laughed at something Soap said. He went still and cold everytime he heard her laugh, everytime it was someone else that made her smile and shoulders ease.

He wasn’t okay anymore.

He needed her.

And if she noticed the way his eyes lingered a little too long? The way he started always being exactly where she was?

Well.

She hadn’t said anything yet.

But he’d seen it–that flicker in her eyes when she caught him watching.

And God help him; it only made him want her more.

wolfYLady: This is the third installment of the Twisted Sins Series! Not sure if I am doing Gaz justice here, had to make a quick character sheet for him just so I could try and better understand him for this story. If this is too far away from his character, I am sorry, but this series is already pushing most of these characters into OOC. For easier reading and notifications, join and read on Ao3!

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Salvation (Price & OC/reader)

Veneration (Ghost & OC/reader)

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Veneration 2

Summary: He had spent years alone, he was quiet, efficient and solitary by nature. He never needed anyone, he was fine. Comfortable in his solitude. And if he ever needed anyone there was his team, watching his six. He never felt like anything was missing until she walked into the room like a breath of fresh air. It was like the world had been dull until then, and he found himself seeking out her light until he wanted her light to be his and his alone and heaven help whoever got in his way.

Trigger Warning ⚠️: Mentions of past abuse, Stalker Behavior, and obsessive tendencies

Word Count: 652

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Chapter 2

Years had pasted since that first meeting, that day in which he was damned to watch her from the sidelines. Not because she had drawn that line, but because he couldn’t bring himself to bridge that distance, to risk being burned by her brilliance. That beast that lived within his chest revelled in the small moments, the innocent brushing of skin as they moved together. He never reached out, never allowed himself to bask in her light, to allow himself to be close to her, for fear of what he would become should he reach out and touch her, if he crossed that line of professionalism. Because if he allowed himself to touch her, he wouldn’t be able to stop until he was burned into nothing but ash.

He was a stoic man by nature, his emotions always kept under tight lock and key, but there was one, that came creeping forth more than he wanted, more than he could control. It coiled in his ribs like a venomous serpent, threatening to slither up his throat.

And that was when she smiled.

It came so easily for her. The gentle curve of her lips, or the faint twitch when she was trying to suppress it.

Soap made her laugh a lot.

The sound was like a siren song, curling into his ears and down his spine until it awakened that serpent.

He was jealous. Jealous that Soap made her smile, made her laugh, and open up. Talking so easily, it was like the two were long lost childhood friends. He hated how easily it happened, how the two had warmed up to one another. Exchanging looks and words, giggling over an inside joke in the back of the caravan. It made him feel like an outsider and he desperately wanted to be the one she looked at with even a fraction of that warmth she offered the scotsmen.

But then there were moments of silence that fell when it was just the two of them. She would look up at him with a gentleness that was too close to tender, it put that serpent to sleep. It was a comfortable silence, a soft curving of her lips that she only gave him. She always asked in a voice that was too warm to belong to a soldier, “Are you alright?” He would grunt a response, the words lodged in his throat, too many thoughts and feelings wanted to leap from his tongue. He never trusted his voice around her, because one wrong slip of the control he had over his emotions would lead to him bearing his soul for her to see. And what if she didn’t like what she saw, what if she took one look at the soot that colored his soul and turned away? He couldn’t live if she did.

So he basked in the glow of her warmth from the sidelines.

It was safer there.

But not easier.

The target was a ghost, ironically-an ex-operative turned arms dealer holed up in a fortified black site. Quick in-and-out. Precision team. Suppress and extract.

But Ghost didn’t care about the mission briefing.

He was watching Crow.

She was suiting up beside Soap, checking their gear. Focused, sharp, beautiful in the flicker of the light. It wasn’t vanity that made her beautiful. It was the way she moved-efficiently, instinctual. The kind of grace that made him ache.

Their eyes meet only for a moment. And she smiles at him-again-it unravels him.

It should be harmless. It looks harmless. But it’s not. Its like gasoline on a slow-burning fire. Every time she looks at him like that, it feeds something that’s been starving for years.

Something dangerous and aching, waiting for that moment when his control slips.

He killed three men that day. Not because they were a threat to the mission, but because they were a threat to her.

wolfYLady: Seems the muses were kind to me! Here is the next chapter! I hope you love it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I know I post pretty sporadically, but I tend not to stick to schedules all that well, so I can only offer you the hope that I have, which is to post something every week.

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Salvation 16

Summary: It started with a look and then a smile. She was just another name on a continuous list of rotating faces. But then she smiled, and it wrecked his world. He would lie, cheat, and kill, just to keep her in his orbit.

Trigger Warning ⚠️: Obsession, Manipulation, Stalker Behavior, Blood

Word Count: 854

Chapter 16: Scar Tissue

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Price lay unconscious. His wounds tended to by Crow after fainting from blood loss due to his own stubbornness. He was in and out, his hand always reaching for Crow, so she didn’t leave his side, not that she wanted to, not after all the things that had been left unsaid after his confession.

When evac finally came, he’s grip on her was frightening, the one moment of lucidness he had was a growl. “You can't take her from me.” Before he was once more unconscious.

And then they were rushing back to base. The medics did what they could for him, the engine near deafening within the cab. And when they arrived, it was a blur of movement and shouted orders, too harsh of lights, and too many hands pressing him to stay still; demanding he lay flat. He only relented when he heard Crow’s whispered plea: “Let them work, John.” Only then did he let them work—let the doctor's patch, sew and scold when he refused to hold still.

By the third morning, when Crow hadn’t even come to see him, he’d had enough.

He signed his own discharge papers—twice, when the medic refused to file the first one. By that afternoon, he was back on base, stitches tight and fresh bandages hidden beneath his shirt. The ache was constant, but he ignored it, just as he ignored the gnawing in his chest that demanded he seek out Crow.

His office was just as he’d left it, battered desk, overloaded with reports and mission files, the battered old chair groaning under his weight.

He was halfway through the pile of casualty reports when a knock came at the door.

He didn’t look up.

The door opened and closed without him telling them to enter. But from the sound of the footsteps, he knew who it was.

Crow closed the door behind her, but Price didn’t raise his head, still scanning the paper in front of him, pen in hand, though he would have much preferred a cigar.

“You should be resting.” She said softly, walking across the room to stand at the side of his desk, half leaning and half sitting on the edge with her arms crossed as she looked down at him. “In fact you shouldn’t be up at all.”

He grunted, setting the file aside. “There’s too much to be done.” His tone clipped. “I rest when there’s nothing left to do. That’s not today.”

She shifted, leaning closer. He was about to turn back to his reports when he felt her fingers on his wrist—gentle, warm.

“John.”

He stilled. Her touch sent a jolt through him, sharper than the pain. He finally looked up, meeting her gaze.

Something raw and stubborn burned in her eyes—something that made it hard for him to breathe, because it made something in his chest burn. Hope.

“I meant what I said,” he told her quietly, the bluster gone, stripping him down to his core, and that vulnerable part of him that needed her, not just to have her, but to have her pick him.

“I know.” She nodded, brows knitted together and her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Something she did when she was unsure of what to say or how to say it.

Silence stretched between them, humming with all the things they’d left unsaid and and all the things that still hadn’t been said.

“I keep seeing it,” She admitted, her voice a soft aching whisper. Her eyes dropped to his hand, the one she held at the wrist. Her hand slide from his wrist, to hold his hand, pulling it to her as she moved closer, now leaning against the part of the desk closest to him. She cradled his hand, with both of hers. “You going down—the blood.” She squeezed his hand, as if to reassure herself he was real, that he was in front of her.

He was watching her face. “I’m here.”

Her eyes flickered up to hold his gaze, something pleading in her expression, her hand tightened.

“You did all the talking,” she murmured. “Now it’s my turn.”

But instead of words, she leaned down, closing the space between them in a single heartbeat. Her lips were on his, pressed to his—firm, desperate, and trebling with everything she couldn’t bring herself to say. Her hand came up to cradle his jaw as she held his hand, pressing the back of his palm into her chest.

He froze, surprised, then surrendered to the moment. His other hand coming up to her cheek, thumb brushing away a tear he hadn’t seen fall.

When she finally pulled back, her breath was shaky and voice watery. “I don’t want to see you like that again.”

His hand slid from her cheek to the back of her neck, pulling her close until their foreheads were pressed together. It felt as if the world had disappeared and it was only them in this single, heartachingly perfect moment. “I’ll do my best, love,” he whispered.

For once she didn’t argue, instead kissing him again with a tenderness that left him aching.

wolfYLady: Chapter 16! I hope you all had a "FINALLY!" moment! LOL! I really enjoyed this chapter, though there are a couple parts that just didn't feel like it flowed well, but oh well. I never planned for this story to be more than 15 chapters and I hate ending a story on an odd number so expect two more chapters at the least and four at the most. So see you all in the next chapter!

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Series

Twisted Sins

Fandom: Call of Duty Rating: Mature Status: Series in Progress Rating: Mature, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

John Price/Original Female Character

Simon "Ghost" Riley/Original Female Character

John "Soap" MacTavish/Original Female Character

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick/Original Female Character

Keegan P. Russ/Original Female Character

Konig/Original Female Character

Nikto/Original Female Character

Urges

Fandom: Baldur's Gate Rating: Mature Pairings depicted: Gender-neutral Durge, The Dark Urge/Enver Gortash, Astarion/The Dark Urge, Halsin/The Dark Urge Durge, Astarion/The Dark Urge/Halsin

Youkai Academy Romance

Fandom: InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale, Ouran High School Host Club Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Pairing: Kagome/?

Sunlight, Moonlight and Her

Fandom: Call of Duty Rating: Mature Pairings: Soap/Ghost, Soap/Ghost/OC/Reader

Stories

All the Things Left Unsaid

Fandoms: Mass Effect Trilogy   Rating Mature, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Pairing: F/M, Female Shepard/Garrus Vakarian, Reader Shepard/Garrus Vakarian Summary: ME2 to ME3. A love story between a Human Commander and a Turian sniper. An unlikely love was born from saving the galaxy over and over again. There is no Shepard without Vakarian.

Salvation 

Fandoms:Call of Duty (Video Games)  Rating: Mature, for stalking and obsessive behaviors Pairings: F/M, John Price (Call of Duty)/Original Female Character(s)/Reader SummaryIt started with a look and then a smile. She was just another name on a continuous list of rotating faces. But then she smiled and it wrecked his world. He would lie, cheat, and kill, just to keep her in his orbit. Series: Part 1 of Twisted Sins

Veneration 

Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)   Rating: Mature Pairing: F/M, Simon "Ghost" Riley/Reader, Simon "Ghost" Riley/Original Female Character(s) Summary: He had spent years alone, he was quiet, efficient and solitary by nature. He never needed anyone, he was fine. Comfortable in his solitude. And if he ever needed anyone there was his team, watching his six. He never felt like anything was missing until she walked into the room like a breath of fresh air. It was like the world had been dull until then, and he found himself seeking out her light until he wanted her light to be his and his alone and heaven help whoever got in his way. Series: Part 2 of Twisted Sins

Sunlight And Shadow

Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)   Rating: Mature, smut Pairing: M/M, John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley SummarySoap was light the sun and Ghost was the shadow trailing after. Series: Part 1 of Sunlight, Moonlight and Her

The Silence Between

Fandoms: InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale   Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Pairing: F/M, Higurashi Kagome/Kouga SummaryKouga has loved Kagome for years and is resigned to the fact that his love will forever be one-sided. But when she seeks him out in her time of need, could this be the opportunity he's been waiting for?

Sweetest Tears 

Fandoms: InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale, かくりよの宿飯 | Kakuriyo no Yadomeshi | Kakuriyo: Bed & Breakfast for Spirits (Anime)   Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Pairing: F/M, Higurashi Kagome/Oodanna Arranged Marriage Summary: Kagome was done being a hero; in fact, she was happy to live the life of an average college student and feed the occasional youkai in the park. After her grandfather's death, Kagome's life is disrupted when she's kidnapped by an Ogre, claiming her as his bride.

Youkai Academy 

Fandoms: Ouran High School Host Club - All Media Types, InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale   Rating Teen And Up Audiences Pairing: F/M SummaryOuran Academy, only the best, brightest, and richest children can attend. And apparently, they're youkai too! Kagome has a lot to deal with when she enters the school on a scholarship. With the Host club, she will definitely have an interesting experience. Pairing to be Determined with reviewers' input.Series Part 1 of Youkai Academy Romance

Blood Stained

Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)   Rating: Mature Pairing: Durge/Astarion Summary: How Durge found out Astarion was a vampire. Series: Part 1 of Urges

Accursed Urge 

Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)   Rating: Mature Pairing: Multi, Other, The Dark Urge/Enver Gortash, Astarion/The Dark Urge, Halsin/The Dark Urge Summary: BG3-Enver Gortash X Durge Durge suspected that Gortash may be the key to knowing who they had been before they ended up on that ship. A flicker of a memory fluttered through their tattered and hole-addled mind. There was something painfully familiar about the phony lordling before them, their heart fluttering and fingertips aching to reach out, to touch or maime, Durge didn't know. Series: Part 2 of Urges

Hot and Cold 

Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)   Rating: Mature Pairing: Multi, Astarion/The Dark Urge, The Dark Urge/Halsin, Astarion/The Dark Urge/Halsin, The Dark Urge/Enver Gortash SummaryDurge is struggling with who they were before the tadpole and the connection they have with Enver Gortash. While lost in the fragments of memory, Durge is comforted by their partners Halsin and Astarion. Series: Part 3 of Urges

Remnant  

Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)   Rating: Explicit, smut Pairing: The Dark Urge/Enver Gortash Summary: Unable to sleep, Durge goes and confronts the phantom that haunts their fragmented mind. Series: Part 4 of Urges

Of Curses and Demons 

Fandoms: InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale, 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)   Rating: Mature, for violence and blood and uncomfy stuff Pairing: Higurashi Kagome/Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji/Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna Summary: Humans stood at the top of the food chain, and above them sat both Cursed spirits and Demons. Kagome must navigate a new adventure after being scouted by a strange Sorcerer.Sukuna has shown a perverse interest in Kagome, and his interest is bleeding into his host. With the King of Curses awakened Kagome must get stronger to stand against the rising evil if she is to protect those she cares about.Will she be able to handle Sukuna and his power, or will it consume her?

Coming Home 

Fandoms: Friends (TV)   Rating: Mature Pairing: F/M, Joey/Rachel Summary: A deep loneliness and a bottle of wine lead to a mistake; when the morning comes, Rachel finds herself in the arms of someone she would never have expected.

Playing God 

Fandoms: InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale, Kamisama Hajimemashita | Kamisama Kiss   Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Pairing: F/M Summary: The plaything becomes the player.

Blooms In Winter

Fandoms: InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale, Dragon Ball, DBZ - Fandom, Dragon Ball Z   Rating: Explicit, depictions of SA and violence Pairings: F/M, Multi, Other, Higurashi Kagome/Vegeta (Dragon Ball), Bulma Briefs/Son Goku SummaryThis story is a twist on my old story "Between the Raindrops." The difference is that Kagome saves herself- sort of.Captured before Planet Vegeta's destruction, Kagome has lived as Frieza's captive for the last 14 years. Can she find the strength to fight back and escape or will she be crushed by Frieza's desire to own her?

How NOT To Summon A Miko 

Fandoms: 異世界魔王と召喚少女の奴隷魔術 | How NOT to Summon a Demon Lord - Yukiya Murasaki, InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale   Rating: Mature Pairings?: F/M, Multi SummaryAfter the well closed, Kagome went back to her everyday life; going to school, hanging with friends, going to the mall and playing video games. How was she supposed to know she was going to be summoned into her favorite game Cross Reverie?

Childhood Memories

Fandoms:InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale, 幽☆遊☆白書 | YuYu Hakusho: Ghost Files   Rating: Mature for depiction of emotional abuse and violence Pairing: F/M, Higurashi Kagome/Urameshi Yuusuke Summary: Yusuke can't help but think back to his childhood friend, and out of nowhere she appears once more. They've changed, but not that much, somehow they both got mixed up with demons. In need, will Yusuke be able to help Kagome? Will they rekindle their friendship and become something more? Find out in this story that takes place in the modern era!

Numb 

Fandoms: Veronica Mars (TV)   Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Pairings: F/M, F/F, Lilly Kane & Veronica Mars SummaryLilly Kane. Beautiful, self-centered, vibrant, slutty, popular and all above spoiled. And at the moment unconscious, barely clinging to life after she was attacked several months ago. What happens when she wakes up? And what of Veronica Mars? Will she still bring Lilly's attacker to justice?

Blood & Passion 

Fandom: Vampire Knight Rating: Mature Pairing: F/M: Cross Yuuki/Kiryuu Zero Summary: Just Yuki and Zero. Drabble. No plot. Just smut.

Switched 

Fandoms: InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale   Rating: Mature Pairing: F/M: Higurashi Kagome/Sesshoumaru Higurashi Kagome & Sesshoumaru SummaryA twist on a classic tale. Transported back in time on her 15th birthday Kagome is saved by an unlikely silver haired demon. Will she make it back home, or be stuck in the past forever?

BNY: Brand New Youkai

Fandoms: InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale, BNA: Brand   Not Rated Summary: Stuck in the past and seemingly the embodiment of the Shikon, Kagome stumbles upon the Nirvasyl report in Sesshomaru's library. Nirvasyl Syndrome?

A Thousand Times

Fandoms: InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale   Rating: Mature Pairing: Higurashi Kagome/Sesshoumaru Summary: When the time came Kagome did what she thought was right; she made a wish. Now in the future she comes face to face with the consequences of her wish. He is the only one who knew what really happened after her wish, afterall he's lived it a thousand times. In which Sesshomaru has loved Kagome thousand times over.

Forever Yours

Fandoms: InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale   Rating: Mature/Explicit Pairing: Higurashi Kagome/Sesshoumaru Summary Kagome runs away, hoping to return home after witnessing Inuyasha’s betray once more. But sadly time would not be on her side, for instead of the future she is pulled into the distant past with a living InuTaisho, the ice prince Sesshomaru, and, maybe, a darling baby Inuyasha. Time will change for the better... Or will it?

Misconceptions

Fandoms:InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale   Teen And Up Audiences Pairing: Higurashi Kagome/InuYasha, Higurashi Kagome/Sesshoumaru, Higurashi Kagome/Kouga Summary: Kagome is not the girl everyone thought her to be. Will they accept her for what she is or will she be left to wander alone with her unanswered questions? Will she ever find out who she's really meant to be?

Love Affair

Fandoms:InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale, Lost Girl Rating: Mature/Explicit Pairing: Higurashi Kagome/Dyson, Shippou/Bo Summary: Dyson has many secrets and many more love affairs. *Set in the early first season of Lost Girl* What he didn't expect was his long thought, dead mate is actually alive, centuries can change people, but it has done nothing to his love for her.

Wishes In The Dark

Fandoms: InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale   Rating: Mature Summary: To which, when Kagome refuses to make a wish, the Shikon decides that if she doesn't make a wish, then it will force her to relive her journey. This leads to an entirely different timeline and love interest for our young miko. Pairing to be determined.

Sleeping With A Friend

Fandoms: Harry Potter Rating: Explicit Pairing: Hermione Granger/Harry Potter Summary: A betrayal like this could ruin a friendship: Harry was sleeping with his best friend's wife. Will everything work out in the end or will Harry lose everything? But for now he waits; waiting for her to one day be his.

Promise

Fandoms:Naruto, InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale   Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Pairing: higurashi Kagome/Kankurou Summary: She was Naruto's twin sister, Gaara's best friend and Kankuro's secret love. She wanted nothing to do with him, and he wanted everything to do with her.

New Beginnings

Fandoms: InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale   Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Pairing: Higurashi Kagome & Kouga Summary: After the fall of Naraku, things have changed, but some things will never change; like the undying love of a wolf.

Insanity

Fandoms: Soul Eater, InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale   Rating: Mature Pairing: asura/higurashi kagome Summary: What really pushed Asura to insanity? Why did he hate death, why did he hate the world and wish to hide from it and wallow in his insanity. The answer can be found in the past when he was once sane but madly in love.

Dark Testaments

Fandoms:幽☆遊☆白書 | YuYu Hakusho: Ghost Files, InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale   Mature Pairing: Higurashi Kagome/Hiei Summary: The Dark Tournaments with a twist. Koenma has already picked their fifth teammate. A seemingly normal young man, about their age, with a mysterious past. Plus he is really a she, but they don't need to know that.

Communication Is Key

Fandoms: Freaks and Geeks   Rating: General Audiences Pairing: Lindsey and Nick Summary: Break up or simply ignore the problem? Why were those Lindsey's only options? And according to the brochure, the best thing for a healthy relationship is communicating with your partner.

Kyūketsuki

Fandoms: InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale, 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), 鬼滅の刃 | Kimetsu no Yaiba (Manga)   Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Summary: New adventure awaits our miko.

Paris Is Burning

Fandoms: InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale, Miraculous Ladybug   Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: trixx/higurashi kagome Summary: There's a new hero in Paris: THE KITSUNE. With Trixx coming to Paris, how will Ladybug and Cat Noir take to his master? A/N: I took A LOT of artist liberties with the characters and facts. A/N: I took A LOT of artist liberties with the characters and facts. So things are and aren't accurate, but I know that.

Pack

Fandoms: InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale   Rating: Teen and Up/Mature Pairing: Kouga and Kagome Summary: Pack means everything to a wolf, it's a curse to wander alone, and worse to be abandoned. Kouga is a young wolf who grows up alongside the wolf pup: Kagome. Together they grow to be inseparable until love gets involved, and he is betrothed to Ayame. Will they find happiness together or apart in different packs?

Incarnation

Fandoms: InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale   Rating: Mature: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Underage Sex Pairing: Bankotsu/Higurashi Kagome Summary: Was Kagome truly the reincarnation of Kikyo? There is always more to the story when the Gods get involved. 'Kagome froze, sapphire eyes searching his cobalt only to find a mix of emotions that had her insides fluttering excitedly. His face neared hers, her heart pounding. This was wrong, but she couldn't pull herself from him. Something about him just felt so familiar, so right.'

Paris Nights

Fandoms:InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale, Miraculous Ladybug   Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Pairing: Adrien Agreste/higurashi KagomeHigurashi Kagome Summary: Where Kagome is Ladybug and Chat Noir's love is reciprocated. But of course, Marinette's still madly obsessed with Adrian.

Born Heroes

Fandoms: InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale, 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia   Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Pairing: Higurashi Kagome & Midoriya Izuku Summary: Before there were quirks, there were humans and demons, battling for supremacy over the earth. A deep hatred was born from fear and greed, many battles were fought over the centuries. But the battle for the Shikon no Tama, and the wish that followed would forever change the world. You're either born a hero or you're not, with or without a quirk, anyone can make a difference. Or that's what Kagome believes. With the jewel no longer a threat, Kagome reemerges into a world she helped create, with the supernatural accepted by everyone. But for her, the job of a hero is never done.

Bonds

Fandoms:Ao no Exorcist | Blue Exorcist, InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale   Rating: Teen and Up/Mature Pairing: Kagome/Bon, one-sided Mephisto/Kagome, suggestive Kagome/Rin, Aggressive Sesshomaru/Kagome Summary: A Bon and Kagome kind of story. Where they both like each other, but the secrets Kagome keeps may scare him away. And with her at the Academy things might go a little differently.

Despair: The Eighth Sin

Fandoms: InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale, 七つの大罪 - 鈴木央 | Nanatsu no Taizai | The Seven Deadly Sins - Suzuki Nakaba (Anime & Manga)   Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Pairing: Higurashi Kagome/Meliodas Summary: When the goddess clan summons a priestess, supposably the strongest one in existence, to help fight the demon clan, they never thought she'd turn her back on them. Forsaken by the gods, she fell into despair, and that is the sin she will carry for all eternity. Kagome; the Raven Sin of Despair!

Behind Blue Eyes

Fandoms:Ao no Exorcist | Blue Exorcist, InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale   Teen And Up Audiences Pairing: Higurashi Kagome/Okumura Rin, Higurashi Kagome/Sesshomaru  Summary: After being reborn as the human Shikon No Tama, Kagome is pushed into a war between humans and demons after she starts attending at True Cross Academy. Can she help the two find balance or will war be the only option?

In The Early Hours

Fandoms:InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale, Ao no Exorcist | Blue Exorcist   Rating: Mature: Underage Sex Pairing: Higurashi Kagome/Suguro "Bon" Ryuuji Summary: Bon has feelings for the new girl. And when a boy likes a girl… (Smut-Lemony beginning!) Might become a story but for now just a one-shot.

Druid

Fandoms: 七つの大罪 - 鈴木央 | Nanatsu no Taizai | The Seven Deadly Sins - Suzuki Nakaba (Anime & Manga), InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale   Rating: General Audiences Pairing: Kagome/Hendrickson Summary: Kagome and Hendrickson. He believes he is unworthy of redemption but she disagrees.

Magically

Fandoms:InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale, Fairy Tail   Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Pairing: Natsu Dragneel/Higurashi Kagome Summary: Kagome appears within a new land full of wizards. Curious and in need of money Kagome wonders into Fairy Tail. Now a part of Fairy Tail Kagome is making new friends and going on crazy adventures, and come to understand her place in this magical world. *Starts before the Fairy Tail series*

Between The Raindrops

Fandoms:InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale, Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z   Rating: Mature: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Sex Pairing: Higurashi Kagome/Vegeta, Bulma Briefs/Son Goku Summary: Ever wonder what made Vegeta so cold and heartless, maybe even evil? His soon to be mate had been killed in the destruction of Planet Vegeta but what he didn't know is she's alive! Captured by Frieza Kagome struggles to escape. Will Vegeta be able to get her back? Will they be able to live their happily ever after? Or were they simply doomed from the start?

Boundless

Fandoms:InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale   Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Pairing: Higurashi Kagome/Shippou Summary: She loves him but not the way he wants. To ensure that Kagome will forever be his, Shippo does the unthinkable. The group is frantic to find Shippo after he disappears one night, but when they find him will he be the same Shippo. Will she accept him for what he now is? Terrible summary I know!

Second Chance

Fandoms: InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale, Dragon Ball   Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Pairing: Higurashi Kagome / Goku Summary: The jewel is supposedly gone. Now Kagome is forced to be reborn into the future that she helped create. With memories of her old life everyone, but her best-friend Bulma, think she's crazy. That is till old friends come to find her. Now she will travel with her friend Bulma to find the legendary Dragon Balls.

I Won't Say I'm in Love

Fandoms: The Little Mermaid (1989), Hercules (1997)   Rating: Explicit Pairing: Ariel/Hades Summary: She loves him; even after everything that has happen, she still loves him. But she will never admit it to him, let alone herself.

I will be adding to this list periodically. I have like 48 pieces of work. In the mean time you can check out my Ao3!

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Veneration

Summary: He had spent years alone, he was quiet, efficient and solitary by nature. He never needed anyone, he was fine. Comfortable in his solitude. And if he ever needed anyone there was his team, watching his six. He never felt like anything was missing until she walked into the room like a breath of fresh air. It was like the world had been dull until then, and he found himself seeking out her light until he wanted her light to be his and his alone and heaven help whoever got in his way.

Trigger Warning ⚠️: Mentions of past abuse, Stalker Behavior, and obsessive tendencies

Word Count: 780

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Chapter 1

The task force was always changing, new faces added to the roster. A list of men and women willing to fight and die. It was part of the job. He knew that when he signed on. He never intended to get close with anyone but he did, they were friendly, he’d call them his best mates but at the end of the day the only thing that mattered was completing the mission, even if that meant dying to do it.

His days were numbered. Same could be said for every other person on the team.

It was raining. The chill of the air always brought with it the memories of home, of how rainy nights left him trapped in a hell of his father’s own making. It made his bones ache and lit an old rage to a broil in his guts, so it was a good day to kill something and bury that feeling until the next rain storm.

So he wasn’t expecting the sun personified to walk in the briefing room. He didn’t expect her voice to soothe an ache he hadn’t known existed and he sure shit didn’t expect her polite smile in greeting to send his heart racing. She was like the sun and a storm, and yet she moved silently through the room with a sureness befitting a soldier of her rank.

 The new transfer, according to Price, but Ghost never cared for files. He watched people—the way they carried themselves, the space they took, the shadows they left behind. And he couldn’t look away from her, not that he wanted to.

Her posture. Her gear. The way she took in the room and every person in it. Calculated. Confident. Sharp eyes and a relaxed stance—like they’ve walked into war and walked out standing taller.

But what ruined him—what destroys him and everything he thought he knew about himself—is that accursed smile. Like it was bathing him in sunlight.

It was small. A polite courtesy, offered when their eyes meet across the table for a moment. Just a twitch of lips. A flicker of warmth.

It shouldn’t mean anything.

But it does.

Because he felt like he was bathed in sunlight and the rain had finally passed.

“Hi, I’m Crow.”

That’s all it took.

His heart—something he thought long dead—jerks hard in his chest, like it would jump out of his chest into her awaiting palms. Like it recognized her. Like it had been waiting for her. Like it belonged to her and her alone.

He doesn’t speak, not that he did all that often, but he didn’t trust his voice. Didn’t trust what would crawl up his throat if he did speak. So he just stared back, nodding.

Her eyes left him and slid to the other’s offering gentle hellos and other polite greetings.

The mask he wore hid the hunger that formed on his face, the jealous heat that curled around his heart like poisoned barbed wire. It hid the spark of need she created in that moment, that burns far too fast, far too bright.

You smiled at me. Why would you do that?

Price’s voice drones on. Soap cracks a joke. Gaz passes folders. But Ghost doesn’t hear any of it.

He only hears that voice-Crow’s voice.

Only sees that curve of her mouth that comes far too easily for someone in their line of work.

When the briefing ends, everyone scatters, but he stays.

He watched as Crow was the last to leave, gathering her kit, slipping on her jacket. Watches her pause at the door, sensing something, no doubt the growing heat of his own stare. Her head turns slightly, and her eyes flicker toward him again.

Another smile.

Short. Thoughtless. Kind.

He watches her disappear down the corridor.

And when the room is empty, he leans back in his chair, letting out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding, his fingers curling into white knuckled fists.

You smiled at me. Like it was the easiest thing in the world. You don’t know what that means. You don’t know what you’ve done. How you have damned me with that one act.

He says nothing to Price. Nothing to Soap.

But that night, he hacks into the personnel files. Because her eyes, her smile haunted him like a phantom.

He needed to know—where she slept, where she trained, every mission, every scar, every emergency contact. He memorized details not to hurt her—but to keep her safe.

From him.

Because what he felt curling in his chest was not the tender love of a man, but that of a wild beast, the kind of obsession that would snuff out that beautiful light of hers.

wolfYlady: Well, there we have it, the first chapter of Veneration, the second of seven parts of the Twisted Sins Series! I have not forgotten about Salvation; this was simply sparking more joy to write than Salvation. NSFW is not my strong suit, but I want to end that story with a spicy scene, or what I can give to the best of my abilities. So if you liked the story, please follow the series on Ao3 as you will get the best update notifications there. I am working on a masterlist of my works, just a lot to add at the moment.

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All The Things Left Unsaid

Summary: ME2 to ME3. A love story between a Human Commander and a Turian sniper. An unlikely love was born from saving the galaxy over and over again. There is no Shepard without Vakarian.

Trigger Warning: Game spoilers, blood and violence.

Word Count: 1711

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Chapter 1: Ghosts Don't Knock

Omega’s underworld was never quiet, but tonight, the city’s chaos fell silent beneath the ringing in Garrus’s ears.

Smoke curled around the broken steel and concrete of his crumbling stronghold, drifting over the blood-soaked concrete and the broken bodies slowly piling up. Bullet holes pockmarked the walls, each mark meant for him. His team-good people-were gone. Slaughtered. Betrayed. He could still smell their blood beneath the ash.

He was bleeding and running on less than fumes at this point-but his sniper rifle was steady, braced on the edge of the ruined balcony.

Pain lanced up his ribs, a painful reminder of the close call from a day ago. Or maybe two days ago, the days were starting to blur together at this point.

He would likely die here. And he had made peace with that. But that wouldn’t stop him from taking out as much of those thugs they sent his way. Though in the back of his mind he was still plotting his escape, waiting for that moment he could slip away and find that traitorous bastard who sold out him and his team: Sidonis. He’d survive off nothing but spite if it meant putting a bullet in that traitor’s head.

Another wave of mercenaries were coming across the bridge.

He steadied his rifle, taking them out between short controlled breaths.

And then, through the crosshairs, he saw her.

Shepard.

She was moving with a squad, it was just like her to move in a small group of three. She walked across the bridge, protected in the standard N7 armor, sleek black and red. She blended in with the mercenary sum, following them as they moved to cover along the bridge.

She was a ghost. It was impossible. 

His finger twitched on the trigger. Just for a moment. 

He didn’t dare to believe it-couldn’t trust it. Maybe he was dying and she was here to bring him to heaven. But Garrus knew her gait. Her posture. Her presence. And that woman back-stabbing the mercenaries she’d likely fooled to think she was helping them, that was his Shepard, the one he had spent 2 years mourning alongside the list of ‘what if’s’.

He steadied his rifle and kept shooting. Kept playing the part of Archangel, but the moment her boot sounded inside his stronghold, the war zone in his mind fell quiet.

And there she was, standing and staring back at him.

She looked the same, a few more scars.

“Archangel?”

He fired once more, taking out a lone mercenary on the bridge, before getting up from his position and taking off his helmet that he set down before moving over to sit, to catch his breath and truly see the ghost who had come back to life.

“Shepard?” His voice came out rougher than he expected, slightly out of breath. But the disbelief was there. He felt he was dreaming of seeing her. “I thought you were dead.”

“Yeah, I got better.” Shepard’s voice hadn’t changed. Not the tone, not the strength, not the strange calm she wore like armor. He’d memorized that voice. Heard it in his nightmares and daydreams for two years.

Garrus let out a huff of laughter that shook through his ribs. His mandibles twitching, and he gritted his teeth against a surge of emotion he didn’t have the energy to name. “Leave it to you to show up when I’m half-dead and out of options.”

“It’s good to see you Garrus.” She gave him that look-half serious, half amused. “What are you doing here? Omega’s not exactly a vacation spot.”

He smirked, leaning forward with a smugness that was, in his opinion, well earned. “Just keeping my skills sharp.” He gestured to the bridge nonchalantly. “A little target practice.”

Her eyes swept over him, taking in his exhaustion. There was a weight to her gaze, studying him and he wished more than anything to know what she was thinking. It sounded like she missed him. But did she miss him like he had her?

“You okay?”

“Been better,” he grunted, “but it sure is good to see a friendly face. Killing mers is hard work… Especially on my own.” He could hear the tiredness and ache in his voice, and he hated it, that she was seeing him like this. But she was here, that's all he cared about. He’d beg for her help if needed, just so he could follow her all over again.

She looked like she was about to ask a million different questions but settled on a simple: “What are you doing out here on Omega?” She asked, stepping closer, concern softening her face. There were new scars to her face, a crisscross of luminescent stitching and scars, like she was a piece of china broken and placed back together with gold.

Garrus snorted, voice dry. “I got fed up with all the bureaucratic crap on the Citadel. Figured I could do more good on my own. At least it’s not hard to find criminals here. All I have to do is point my gun and-shot.” He mimed pulling a trigger.

Her lip twitched in a half smirk, she crossed her arms, one brow arched. “How’d you manage to piss off every major merc organization in the Terminus Systems?”

A low laugh rumbled from his chest, slipping past his lips before he could stop it, leaving him in a breathy chuckle. “It wasn’t easy. I really had to work at it.” He smirked. “I’m amazed they teamed up to fight me. They must really  hate me.”

Shepard smirked, cocking her head to the side with a breath of a chuckle. “Since when did you start calling yourself Archangel?” There was a gentle teasing to her tone that sent his heart rate spiking.

“It’s just a name the locals gave me for all my good deeds.” He gave a half-shrug. “I don’t mind it, but please-” He cleared his throat, his smirk falling and the arrogance melting away into something that sounded vulnerable and too much like a plea, “it’s just “Garrus” to you.”

Her mouth curved into a full on grin. “Well, Garrus,” He loved the way it sounded on her lips as she enunciated it, “You nailed me a good couple of times out there.” She rolled her shoulder, holding it in mocking. This felt too much like flirting and it sent his heart racing.

“Concussive rounds only,” he said quickly, holding up his hands. “No harm done. Didn’t want the mercs getting suspicious.”

“Uh-huh.”

“If I wanted to do more than take your shields down, I’d have done it.” He tilted his head. “Besides, you were taking your sweet time.” He smirked. “I needed to get you moving.”

She huffed a chuckle, rolling her eyes with that hint of a smile that made it hard to remember to breathe.

Shepard looked away to the railing and the bridge beyond the balcony. “Well I’m here,” she said, “but I don’t think getting out will be as easy.”

Back to business.

“No, it won’t,” Garrus agreed. He gestured toward the bridge. “That bridge has saved my life… funneling all those witless idiots into scope,” he walked over to the balcony, “but it works both ways. They’ll slaughter us if we try to get out that way.”

The other human occompaning Shepard stepped forward, she was in all black sleek armour and long black hair. She might be considered beautiful by human standards, but Shepard was in a league all her own in his opinion. “So we just sit here and wait for them to take us out?”

“It’s not all that bad.” Garrus gestured to the stronghold and its reinforced walls. “This place has held them off so far. And with the three of you… I suggest we hold this location, wait for a crack in their defenses, and take our chances.” He checked his rifle. “It’s not a perfect plan, but it’s a plan.”

She studied him, moving to stand at his side. “How’d you let yourself get into this position?”

A shadow fell across his face, hand tightening on his rifle, his voice quieter-deadly. “My feelings got in the way of my better judgement. It’s a long story.” He straightened, eyes locked with hers. “I’ll make you a deal. You get me out of here alive, and I’ll tell you the whole damn thing.”

“Good, cause I need you.” She agreed without hesitation. Garrus had proved his loyalty long ago. 

Of course, she came looking for Archangel for a reason. Shepard always had a mission. But hearing that? Hearing I need you from the one person who meant more than any cause, any crusade-it lit something in him that Omega had nearly killed.

“Get me out of here and I’m yours, Shepard,” he said, voice low, certain.

“If we fight as a team, we’ll hold them off. They won’t get through.”

“You're right. Their numbers won’t help them here, anyways.” He turned to the balcony, visor scanning the horizon. “Let’s see what they’re up to.” He raised his rifle, looking through the crosshairs. “Hmm… looks like they know their infiltration team failed.” He passed his rifle to her without thinking. He never let anyone take his rifle for fear they would turn it against him, or worse, break it. But with Shepard he trusted her explicitly. “Take a look. Scouts. Eclipse, I think.”

She looked through the scope while he looked at her silhouette.

“That looks like a lot more than scouts.” She passed the rifle back after taking out one of the mechs. A clean head shot.

“Indeed. We better get ready.” He checked the rifle out of habit. “I’ll stay up here. I can do a lot more damage from this vantage point. You…” He shifted looking down at her with a fondness that ached in his chest. “You go do what you do best.” His heart ached and he feared for a moment she might see it in his face, but her eyes were on the enemy. His voice softened with something unspoken. “Just like old times, Shepard.”

She met his gaze with a confident smirk.

He didn’t say it aloud, but the words pulsed through his chest like a second heartbeat.

Don’t leave me again.

wolfYLady: I know I should be working on the Twisted Sins Series, but I am still just in mourning over this game, and this is my way of getting closure 😭

Coming soon: Chapter 2

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Hey everyone, I know it's going to be a busy day for a lot of people, but Google enrolled everyone over 18 into their AI program automatically.

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Then you need to go to myactivity.google.com/product/gemini and turn off all Gemini activity tracking. You do have to do them in that order to make sure it works.

Honestly, I'm not sure how long this will last, but this should keep Gemini off your projects for a bit.

I saw this over on bluesky and figured it would be good to spread on here. It only takes a few minutes to do.

[wolfylady]

Salvation 15

Summary: It started with a look and then a smile. She was just another name on a continuous list of rotating faces. But then she smiled, and it wrecked his world. He would lie, cheat, and kill, just to keep her in his orbit.

Trigger Warning ⚠️: Obsession, Manipulation, Stalker Behavior, Blood

Word Count: 910 

Chapter 15: The Wound

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The walls were cracked, plaster peeling and yellowed with age. Evac was too far out; they’d have to hunker down. Overhead, lights flickered, shadows trembling across the broken floor. Blood—Price’s blood—clung in thick, drying smears to his gear, staining his shirt a deep, spreading red.

He slumped into a splintered wooden chair, breath hitching through gritted teeth. His tac vest was soaked, dark red blooming through the fabric and sticking to his ribs. The wound was deep. Ugly. But he barely felt it.

Because his eyes never left her.

Crowley stood only a few feet away, jacket stained, dirt streaked down her temple, a scrape on her arm already turning dark. Her chest rose and fell with the weight of the day. Her hands shook as she opened the med kit.

Even now, even with blood on his hands and heat dragging him under, he could see it—the fear and anger in her face. Like she was cursing him in her mind, scared he was hurt and furious because they both knew that bullet had been meant for her.

He’d take a hundred bullets if it meant she stayed that way—alive, fierce, cursing his name.

Pain seared through him as he peeled off the vest and let it drop to the floor with a wet thud. Blood streaked his fingers, soaking into his waistband, pooling in the crease of his thigh. His breathing was shallow, rattling.

“You’re losing too much blood—”

“Then patch me up.”

Crow moved toward him, slow but sure, and dropped to her knees between his legs. She reached for the hem of his shirt, pressing down hard over the wound, helping him hold pressure. Her other hand tangled in the side of his shirt, steadying herself—and him.

He closed his eyes. Just for a second.

Worth it, he thought again. Even if this was the last mission he ever walked. If it meant she lived. If it meant she looked at him like that—like he mattered.

“Hold still, Captain,” she said, her voice thin, strained. “You’re bleeding through—”

“Don’t call me that right now.” It came out harsher than he meant—low, cracked. He hated the formality, the distance. Hated that she was keeping that professional wall between them when what he needed was her.

He caught her wrist. Not rough. Not controlling. Anchoring.

His thumb slid across the ridge of her pulse, tracing warmth over blood.

“I took that hit for you,” he said, his voice cracking with the weight of it.

“I know,” she whispered. “I didn’t ask—”

“No. You didn’t.” He leaned in—closer, until his breath brushed her cheek, blood smearing onto her skin as his lips barely grazed her jaw. “But I’ll ask you this—” He pulled back just enough to meet her eyes. His gaze wasn’t sharp anymore. It was raw. “Where the fuck would I be if you died, hmm?”

His side throbbed, but he didn’t flinch. He leaned forward until their foreheads met—blood and sweat and breath mingling in the space between.

“You think I’m bleeding out over some noble sense of duty?” he rasped. “No, love. I’m bleeding because I couldn’t let you fall.”

His other hand moved to the back of her neck, warm and steady. Not to trap, but to connect. To feel. “I’ve spent over a year making sure you walk away from every damn firefight.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but he pulled her closer.

“I got shot,” he growled, voice shaking, “and all I could think about was whether I’d ever hear your voice again. Feel your hand on my arm. Smell your damn shampoo.”

“You’re delirious,” she murmured.

“No.” His voice was softer now. “No. I’m finally fucking clear.”

He let go of her wrist and ran his palm down her arm—slow, steady, like memorizing her.

“I’ve bled for you. Lied for you. Rewritten orders just to keep you close.” He shifted, breath catching, pain spiking white-hot in his ribs. Still—he spread his legs wider, grounding himself. “I’d do it all again.”

His other hand slipped behind her neck, not to hold her in place, but to ground himself in the only thing that still made sense: her.

“And you…” His voice softened, going hoarse. “You hesitate. You pull back just as you get close. You pretend like you don’t feel it.”

She started to speak, but he drew her in, their foreheads pressed together, breaths tangled—warm and fast.

“I almost fucking died tonight,” he whispered, voice shaking with everything he’d kept buried.

“Price—” Her voice was raw, holding more emotion than she ever let through. “Please, we’ll talk about this later, you’re losing blood.”

“I’ll lose more if it means you finally understand—this isn’t a game.”

He pulled her forward, gently, into his lap. Pain ripped through him, but he didn’t let go. Couldn’t. One hand clutched her waist. The other settled at the small of her back.

He breathed her in—smoke, skin, salt. Not lust. Not command. Something like absolution.

“This wound won’t kill me,” he whispered into her shoulder. “But your silence might.”

And then—quieter still, voice breaking beneath the weight of it—

“Stay with me tonight. Please. Don’t walk away like this means nothing. Don’t… don’t leave me in this.”

His head fell back against the chair, chest rising and falling under her palms. Blood soaked both their clothes. His grip didn’t ease. If anything, it tightened.

“If I die tonight,” he murmured, “I want your scent on my skin.”

wolfYLady: Chapter 15! OMG! Took a lot longer than I thought, mostly cause I felt it never sounded right. It could use a little more polish, but I wanted to get this story going. I think we'll be looking at 2 more chapters, a little longer than I originally wanted but I want the two to finally come together with that 'Happy but Angsty' vibe and I think with this chapter we finally are reaching getting over the angsty hill so now its onto the happy part of the ending! Please let me know what you think, if it needs to be more angsty, or if this was the right amount. I hope to be posting Veneration: Ghost and OC Crow. That story will be very much an obsession and a manipulated love.

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Sunlight and Shadow 4

Summary: Soap was like the sun, and Ghost was like a shadow trailing after.

Note: This story can be read as a stand-alone, under 10 chapters, and will be the prologue to another story.

Trigger Warning ⚠️: NSFW!!! Self-deprecating, omegaverse (hinted at), violence Pairing: Soap and Ghost (alphaXalpha)

Rating: Mature/explicit

Word Count: 1050

Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

They’d made it through another long op. Barely.

Dust still clung to their skin, blood in the cracks of their knuckles. The safehouse was quiet. Tense. Too many things unsaid between them.

Soap stood in the narrow bathroom, or at least what he assumed was a bathroom,  bent over the sink, washing off grit from his face and hands. The faucet hissed softly, filling the silence of the safehouse and fogging up the scratched and cracked mirror.

Then he felt it. That familiar weight behind him.

Ghost.

Soap looked up into the cracked mirror above the sink—saw the reflection of a mask, arms crossed, body still, watching him like always. And this time… Soap didn’t pretend not to notice.

He turned slowly. Faced him fully.

Soap stepped closer—not close enough to invade, but enough that the air between them grew heavy, like a live wire.

“You always stare like that?” Soap asked, voice low. But it wasn’t a question, because Ghost always stared to the point his eyes now haunted Soap’s dreams.

Ghost didn’t answer.

He didn’t need to.

Soap licked his lips, breath low, searching for something that didn’t feel like a risk. But everything with Ghost was a risk. Always had been.“You touched me. Back in Morocco.” He swallowed, voice soft. “Held me like you meant it.” 

“I did,” Ghost said, voice barely audible.

Soap studied him, for a long moment, weighting the risk and growing ache that had taken root in his chest.

“Let me touch you, too.” He breathed, stepping forward. Close. Almost too close. His heart was beating like it was trying to break through bone. He lifted his hand slowly, deliberately, and pressed his fingers against Ghost’s chest. Just to touch.  Not a pull. Not a demand. But to feel.

Ghost didn’t move. Didn’t flinch.

But Soap felt his breath catch. Fast. Shallow. Unsteady.

Then—Ghost stepped forward. Until their foreheads nearly touched. The cool brush of the mask skimmed Soap’s skin.

Soap closed his eyes, something in his chest softening as he leaned into the touch.

“I want you,” Soap whispered. “Not just your shadow. You.”

Ghost stayed frozen for a moment. Not with fear. Not with reluctance. But with the unbearable weight of being seen. Of being wanted in the open.

His hand lifted—hesitant at first—and rose to the edge of his mask.

“Don’t move,” he said quietly.

Soap didn’t.

Ghost pulled the mask up, just enough to expose his mouth. Just enough to kiss him.

And God, he did.

It wasn’t the kiss of a shadow or a ghost. It was real. Rough. Needy. Human.

Soap moaned into it, hands fisting in Ghost’s shirt as he yanked him closer. Their bodies collided, all heat and desperation and unspoken hunger.

“Fuck, Simon,” Soap gasped between kisses, and Ghost made a sound—low, ragged— to wild to be a moan, that sent fire straight to his groin.

Ghost pushed him back, step by step, down the hall and toward the bedroom. They never broke contact. Kisses turning bruising. Hands roving. Breaths shattering. 

They reached the bed in a blur of motion and heat.

Ghost knelt over him, eyes sharp even behind the mask, like he couldn’t believe this was happening. Like he was memorizing every second.

His hands were trembling as they slid down Soap’s sides, skimming over bruises and sweat-slick skin, gripping at his hips like he needed to feel all of him.

He undressed him slowly. Reverently.

Not because he didn’t know what he was doing—but because it mattered.

“Are you sure?” Soap asked, voice barely a breath. He asked more for Ghost than himself, because this is all he had wanted since Benghazi.

Ghost looked at him.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, Johnny.”

Soap pulled him down with both hands, lips meeting again—softer this time. Deeper. Their naked chests pressed together, bodies aligning with a need that had been simmering for too long.  Nothing between them but sweat and breath and tension collapsing into want.

Ghost took his time—exploring, tasting, kissing every inch like it mattered. Soap’s moans weren’t loud—they were broken, breathy, desperate.

“I want you, Simon. Not just the parts you let me touch. Not just in the shadows. I want to see all of you.” Soap said breathless. 

Ghost’s throat worked around a silent breath.

“Take it off.” Soap breathed, cradling Ghost’s jaw, his thumb brushing against the edge of the mask.

“Johnny—” Ghost began, but Soap interrupted with a soft plea, “Please, I want to see all of you.”

A breath. Two.

His hands hovered at the hem of the mask.

His eyes never left Soap’s.

And when he pulled it off—

Soap didn’t breathe.

Not because he was shocked. Not because he saw scars or rough lines or the weight Ghost carried in his jaw.

But because he saw Simon.

And Ghost let him.

He just whispered, “You’re beautiful.” and Ghost looked at him like no one had ever said that before.

“Come here,” Soap said, voice wrecked. “Let me show you.”

They met halfway.

No rush.

Fingers trembling. Mouths eager. Bodies fitting together like the world had shaped them for this. Like they were made for each other.

Ghost’s hands explored like a man starved. He kissed Soap’s neck, chest, stomach—worshipped him with lips and teeth and tongue. Every touch was deliberate. Every stroke carved with need.

Soap moaned his name again, hand tangling in Ghost’s hair. “Simon… please.” Grinding down on Ghost’s fingers, desperate for more.

When Ghost finally pressed into him, slow and deep, Soap arched with a sound that wasn’t quite a sob—but wasn’t far off either. “Simon,” he whispered again. “Simon~.”

It wasn’t rough. It wasn’t fast.

It was full.

Simon moved inside him like he had something to prove. That he could be gentle. That he could have this. That he was more than a mask and a body count.

Soap clung to him, gasping, trembling, his hands never leaving Simon’s back.

They moved like they were remembering something they’d never been taught.

Soap buried his face in Ghost’s neck, and Ghost whispered his name again and again like a prayer. “Johnny… Johnny…”

And when they came together, with mouths pressed, names whispered, and foreheads touching—it wasn’t about losing control—it was about giving it freely.

wolfYLady: Hope you enjoyed! Made it spicy, been a while since I've written anything NSFW, so let me know what you think and if I need to be more explicit.

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Sunlight and Shadow 3

Summary: Soap was like the sun, and Ghost was like a shadow trailing after.

Note: This story can be read as a stand-alone, under 10 chapters, and will be the prologue to another story.

Trigger Warning ⚠️: Self-deprecating, omegaverse (hinted at), violence Pairing: Soap and Ghost (alphaXalpha)

Rating: Teen and Up (will be raised to Explicit/NSFW later)

Word Count: 188

Chapter 3

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It was raining in Morocco.

They’d just gotten back from a grueling recon run, soaked to the bone, gear weighing heavy on their shoulders. Soap was kneeling by the fire pit, trying to get the flint to catch. His hands were shaking from cold and adrenaline.

Ghost approached from behind—silent as always—but Soap didn’t flinch. He was used to his shadow now.

But he wasn’t used to what happened next.

Ghost crouched behind him, close enough to share breath, and without a word, wrapped a gloved hand around Soap’s, steadying the motion of the striker.

Soap stilled.

It wasn’t about the fire.

It wasn’t about the gear.

Ghost didn’t need to do it.

But he did.

He didn’t let go.

He stayed there, one hand guiding Soap’s, the other pressed low on his back—firm, grounding.

Soap turned his head slightly, voice soft. “You’re warm.”

“You’re shaking,” Ghost murmured, close enough his voice rumbled through Johnny’s spine.

Soap looked down at their joined hands.

“You’ve touched me before.”

“Not like this,” Ghost said.

And it was true.

Because this time—

He didn’t pull away.

Not for a long time.

wolfYLady: Its short but I will be posting the next chapter shortly!

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Sunlight, Moonlight, and Her Series🔜

[wolfylady]

The results are in, and I am so happy to see how many people were taken with my little story. Seriously, I am so happy to see it.

Now, with the results, this is how the stories will be posted. I will try to post more than one story at a time, but I don't make any promises.

Salvation: Price and OC (should be completed in 2 or 3 more chapters.)

Veneration: Ghost and OC

Consecration: Gaz and OC (Was super surprised! Working on the outline as we speak)

Sanctification: Nikto and OC (saw this was gaining votes and immediately started brainstorming! So this one now has an outline!)

Devotion: König and OC

Adoration: Soap and OC (This outline has gotten away from me and will likely be the darkest and longest story with two story arcs. I think it's because he is my favorite.)

Redemption: Keegan and OC

So, I want to make a dark obsession romance series with the cod characters. There will be seven of varying lengths. My OC is Veronica Elise Crowley "Crow", they are pretty much a placeholder for the reader.

I have 5 out of 7 planned out, but I need to decide who the later two will be.

So, based on the votes above, I will fill in the spot of the last two.

Salvation: Price and OC (currently posting) Story Poll!

Veneration: Ghost and OC (Outline in place)

Adoration: Soap and OC (Outline in place)

Devotion: König and OC (Outline in place)

Redemption: Keegan and OC (Outline in place)

Consecration: (Undecided character) and OC

Sanctification: (Undecided character) and OC