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Not that he directly says it, but even an SAS operative is hard-pressed to hide the subtle flinch of touch from his fellow teammates at all times. Skin always covered, always positioned away from people, it's an unspoken rule that no one touches ghost unless mandatory.

So why the hell does he let you, the new secretary, get away with it?

"Oh, sir! Hey, I needed an updated copy of that file–" you'll catch him in the hallway, hand on his bicep to get his attention before you lose him in the crowd. The strangest thing? Ghost actually stops and listens carefully. No tensing up or glaring at all.

Or when you happen to be next to him in line for dinner, you have no qualms bumping your shoulder into his side in lieu of greeting with full hands, already saying "hi, sir! Yknow, I was looking over those reports, and I really appreciate how you—"

It's an absolute mystery to the team. How you ghost is more than happy to be practically manhandled by you in crowded spaces or simply casually touched in conversation. There's only one logical explenation.

Ghost has a crush.

After that, it just becomes more obvious. How he angles himself closest to you in a group. How he subtly leans into your touch on certain days.

Curiously, gaz asks you about it one day. A casual water cooler ambush, designed to look purely coincidental when he interrogates "oh, you and ghost talk often, don't you?"

"Hm? Oh, ghost? Yeah! He's a great friend!" You smile, all wide and unassuming. of course you have no fucking clue, because ghost is damn difficult to read even to trained soldiers. You go on to smile to yourself, fidgeting with the manila folder held against your clipboard. "I'm honestly shocked he tolerates me so much, what with being just some secretary. But he's nice to talk to, yknow?"

...and it seems you are just as horribly enamoured by him. How the hell neither of you has figured it out is beyond the team.

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And you might think when reading the first line that the husband is bad or an asshole, the thing is—if you read the next part it's a different type of bad and wants a different type of hole.

"He fucks me everytime he sees me—once, he saw me cooking and just dragged me away to the nearest surface. He once stepped in the bathroom and just did it. He even----" And the dash represents the person's handwriting while they were getting dragged away, and you probably know why they did. 😭 It was lowkey funny and probably tiring cuz wdym there's this man out there who gets possessed by Asmodeus itself whenever they see their spouse??? Like who gets so feral and goes by instinct just from seeing their spouse??? A/b/o ahh. And I lowkey thought, "Hm, which DC characters would be like this?"

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You both meet in a mer sanctuary, you having been rescued from an aquarium going bankrupt and ghost under treatment for a boating strike. You've never seen another mer before, but the strange creature in your tank undeniably is one, that much you instincts tell you.

But....but he's so big, bigger than anything you've seen before! You doubt he could ever comfortably fit in your tank! Just looking at him makes your fins flutter nervously, hiding in the rocks on the shelf built into the pool.

He keeps peeking into your cave, chirping and churring in a way that makes your instincts perk but you don't really understand. Safety? Pod? You don't know.

Meanwhile, ghost is losing his mind.

This strange mer is too damn small, and he keeps trying to ask "are you okay? I'm safe, did they hurt you?" But all it does is squeak like a pup and hide!

Ghost can't fit into the tiny cave with the mer, and his instincts are already freaking out because he's separated from his pod! He needs to protect the weird pup!

....how the hell the workers intend to care for you when ghost is at risk of drowning anyone who tries, they have no idea.

Summary: Your city is being raided by the Heathen Army and knowing that you’ll be in danger with an oncoming heat, you make your way to the woods. But you run into the army and an alpha catches your scent

Warnings: ABO dynamics, strong language, unprotected sex, knotting, heats, a slight breeding kink

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“Sweterun, you must go. Now,” you order to your younger sister, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her towards the door. “You must go to the church where the others are and must leave now,” you frantically order, turning around to gently caress her face when a shaky cry leaves her lips. 

The heathen army has landed on your shore without much of a warning. Their ships appeared on the horizon not to long ago and make their way closer to the city with great speed. Every alpha is called to arms, ordered to protect the city and the omegas that reside in it. “What about you? Papa says that you are in the most danger because you are about to go into heat,” the little girl questions, your head dropping between your shoulder as you give a small nod. “And what if an alpha wants me?”

Your head shoots back up for your eyes to meet hers, you thumb pushing away any tears that run down her cheek. “You are still young and unpresented, practically invisible to any alpha that sets foot in this city,” you state, pushing back a piece of her hair behind her ear. “As for me, I can take care of myself,” you reassure, walking with her outside the house. “Now, go,” you order, pushing her forward in the direction of the church. 

instead ask:

is it SINCERE

was it CATHARTIC

was it FUN TO MAKE

is it MADE BY ME

short form writers look at people writing 100k+ fics as though this is some sort of talent given as part of a fae bargain, that the commitment required shows some sort of ungodly mental fortitude.