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[sailorsolar12]

Homecoming (Ghost Version)

This is going to be a...not a series per say...but a small one shot fic involving different MW2 characters.

Character: Simon "Ghost" Riley

Pairing: Ghost x GN Reader (Y/n is not used)

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: Cuteness

A/N: Please be nice.

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the quiet suburban neighborhood. A sense of anticipation hung in the air, an electric current of excitement that seemed to resonate with every passing moment. In the heart of that neighborhood stood a modest house, its windows lit with warm, welcoming light.

Simon "Ghost" Riley had spent months away from home, embroiled in covert operations and dangerous missions as a key member of Task Force 141. The battles he'd faced were brutal, his skills tested to their limits, but his thoughts were never far from the one person who had anchored him throughout the chaos.

As his car pulled into the driveway, Ghost took a deep breath, his heart racing with a mix of nerves and anticipation. He glanced at his reflection in the rearview mirror, his iconic skull mask no longer obscuring his face. The scars of war marred his features, a testament to the trials he'd endured.

With a sense of purpose, Ghost stepped out of the car and made his way to the front door. The house looked unchanged from when he had left, a comforting familiarity that eased his nerves. He lifted a hand to knock but paused, his ears catching a faint sound from within.

Laughter. The sound of pure, unadulterated joy.

A smile tugged at the corners of Ghost's lips as he pushed open the door. The living room was aglow with warm light, the walls adorned with photographs capturing moments of happiness and love. And there, in the center of it all, was their significant other, their eyes sparkling with mirth.

They were engaged in a lively dance with a golden retriever, their laughter filling the room as the dog leaped and twirled in joyful abandon. Ghost watched, his heart swelling with affection, as they moved with an energy that was infectious.

The dog noticed Ghost first, its tail wagging furiously as it bounded over. Ghost knelt down, his hands outstretched, and the dog's excitement was palpable as it showered him with slobbery kisses. He laughed, scratching behind its ears before he rose to his feet.

"Welcome home, Simon!" their significant other exclaimed, their voice a mix of surprise and delight as they abandoned their dance to rush into his arms.

Ghost's embrace was tight, his relief at being back in their arms evident. He breathed in the familiar scent of home, the warmth of their presence grounding him in a reality that felt worlds away from the battlefields he'd traversed.

"You have no idea how much I've missed you," Ghost murmured into their hair.

They pulled back slightly, their eyes meeting his with a mixture of love and concern. "I've missed you too. But you're here now, and that's what matters."

As they spoke, Ghost couldn't help but notice the slight signs of weariness in their eyes. It had been a long deployment, and he knew that they had faced their own challenges while he was away. He reached out, his thumb brushing gently across their cheek.

"Hey, you've been holding down the fort here," he said, his voice soft with gratitude.

Their smile was bittersweet, a reflection of the strength they had summoned in his absence. "We've had our moments, but knowing you were out there doing what you do best... it made it a little easier."

Ghost pressed a kiss to their forehead, his heart swelling with admiration. "I couldn't have done it without you waiting for me here."

Their significant other pulled him closer, their lips finding his in a tender, lingering kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of longing, of reconnection, and of promises made without words. When they finally pulled away, their eyes held a mixture of tenderness and playfulness.

"So, how about a proper welcome home celebration?" they suggested, a mischievous glint in their eyes.

Ghost raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity in his gaze. "And what does that entail?"

Their grin widened, and they took his hand, leading him toward the living room. "Well, first, you have to meet the newest member of our family."

As they stepped into the living room, Ghost's eyes fell on a tiny crib, nestled in a corner. A rush of emotions overtook him as he gazed at the slumbering bundle within. It was as if time stood still as he approached, his fingers gentle as he brushed against the soft fabric.

"Our daughter," his significant other said softly, their voice filled with awe and love.

Ghost's heart swelled with a mixture of emotions. He had known they were expecting, but seeing their child for the first time, his own flesh and blood, filled him with a sense of wonder that words couldn't capture. He turned to them, his eyes misty.

"I... I don't know what to say," he admitted, his voice catching in his throat.

They took his hand, their fingers intertwining. "You don't have to say anything. You're here now, and that's what matters."

As Ghost gazed at his significant other and their daughter, a profound sense of gratitude washed over him. He had returned from the darkness of war to a home filled with light, love, and the promise of a future he had fought to protect.

Days turned into weeks, and Ghost settled into the rhythm of domestic life. The challenges of the battlefield had taught him to appreciate the small moments, the quiet joys that could easily be overlooked. He spent his days alternating between helping with diaper changes and marveling at the miracle of parenthood.

Late one evening, as the house was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, Ghost found himself rocking their daughter to sleep. She nestled against his chest, her tiny fingers curling around his own. He watched her peaceful expression, his heart aching with a love that was both fierce and gentle.

Their significant other entered the room, their steps soft as they approached. They leaned against the doorway, their eyes filled with tenderness as they watched Ghost with their child.

"She's lucky to have you," they said, their voice barely above a whisper.

Ghost looked up, his gaze meeting theirs. "And I'm lucky to have both of you."

Their smile was radiant, a reflection of the happiness that had taken root in their lives. "You know, you're a natural at this."

Ghost chuckled softly, his movements gentle as he continued to rock their daughter. "I guess some things are worth fighting for."

As the night wore on, Ghost lay in bed beside his significant other, their daughter asleep in the crib nearby. Their fingers were intertwined, their bodies curled together in a quiet intimacy that felt like a sanctuary from the world. The scars of war were still present, both physical and emotional, but in that moment, they were overshadowed by the warmth of love and the promise of a future built on shared dreams.

"Promise me something," Ghost said softly, his voice a whisper in the darkness.

Their significant other shifted, their gaze curious. "Anything."

He turned to them, his eyes earnest. "Promise me that no matter what comes next, we'll face it together. As a family."

Their smile was soft, their fingers tracing delicate patterns on his hand. "I promise."

In the embrace of that promise, Ghost found a sense of peace he had thought was lost forever. The scars of the past would always be a part of him, but they no longer defined him. He was more than a soldier; he was a partner, a parent, and a beacon of hope in a world that often seemed dark and uncertain.

As he drifted into sleep, his significant other by his side and their daughter's gentle breaths filling the room, Ghost knew that he had finally found his way home. The battles he had fought, the sacrifices he had made—they had all led him to this moment of belonging, of love, and of a future that held infinite possibilities.

[jedinerd27]

The Moon and Stars Masterlist

juSteven Grant x Reader (Marc and Jake in future parts)

The New Intern at the British Museum catches the eye of one Steven Grant. She Specializes in  Greece and Rome as she tries to get her Doctorate. Little does either one know, the one they fall for, is another Avatar. Khonshu Grumbles, and Athena ships them. What happens when the man that killed her mother suddenly appears asking for Steven to return a scarab? Easy, you join him... or rather Marc to Egypt to hunt Harrow down. Through trial and error and pain, is this love worth it? Or is it what you need?

Playlist I made for Series

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4 (Smut Minors do not Interact)

Part 5

part 6

Part 7

part 8

Part 9

Part 10(Hopefully the end)

Part 11 (Probably the end)

THEN A SEQUEL BECAUSE OF COURSE YOU NEED TO FALL IN LOVE WITH MARC AND MEET JAKE!

One shot in Universe(Soon I promise):

Marc Smut (soon, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)

Maybe something with Thor: Love and Thunder

Random Shit That I made:

Memes

Interactions with the rest of the MCU 2

3 4 5 (Idk, these are fun to make)

Songs the relationships are based on

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Flyboy continued taglist (because tumblr only lets you tag 50 usernames?)

Flyboy | Mini-Series Masterlist

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[angelstrenchcoat-67]

Leather, Lace and Lullabies

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Series Summary: After many years of hunting and stopping the Apocalypse more than once, the chances of something surprising you are pretty low. Until Castiel and Jack reveal something that you never thought you’d hear.

PART 5

"Good morning, sunshine” Dean grins as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes. “How long have you been up?”

“For a couple of minutes” I shrug, robbing me fat belly. Okay not that fat, but the five months of pregnancy are visible now. Sam likes to bother me by saying that I’m huge even though we know it’s only gonna get bigger from now on. “I was feeling a little sick”

“Is everything okay?” Dean immediately tenses, sitting up straighter. 

“Yeah, it’s fine” I grab the his hand to kiss his knuckles. “Sam was up and he made me some tea to help”

“Is there anything I can do?” He asks me as I snuggle into his chest.

“Just hold me” I mutter, hiding my face in his neck. 

“Hey I was thinking” Dean grabs my chin so that he can look me in the eyes.

“That’s a first”

“I’m gonna ignore that” He gives me a side eye before smiling again. “Shouldn’t we be discussing baby names?”

“Do you want to?” I ask him, running my finger along his jaw. 

“Uhh... Maybe... Okay, yes” He rolls his eyes. “I just feel like it would be better when we refer to her”

“Do you have any names in mind?” I question him, placing my head on his shoulder.

“Well, I like Sandy... Or Daphne. I also like Raven or”

“Can you say a name that doesn’t belong to a cartoon character?” I try to hold back a laugh.

“I didn’t think you would notice” He chuckles as he moves his hand over the skin of my belly. 

“Dean, you knew I would notice” I giggle as his soft touches tickle me.

“Okay, I hoped you would let me get away with it” Dean rolls his eyes, kissing my temple. “I actually like Charlotte”

“That’s really pretty, actually” I nod my head. “I like Isabella”

“What about Charlotte Isabella?” Dean suggests, considering both of the names. 

“Charlotte Isabella Winchester? Do you know how long it’ll take for her to learn how to write her name in kindergarden?” I stiffle a laugh when Dean glares at me. “Fine, it sounds good”

“We can still think about it” He leans back, resting his head on the bed headboard. “We still have 4 months to go”

“I feel like they are gonna go in a heartbeat” I swallow down, realizing that they time is almost here.

“Don’t worry. We have Sam, Cas and Jack to help out” He guides my face to his. “And you got me. Always”

——

“Can you hold it a little longer?” Dean asks me as he looks at me through the rear view mirror.

“I seriously need to go now” I groan as I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.

"Okay, okay" Dean sighs as he pulls over the car. "Here, I’ll help you out”

“Thanks” I wince as I step out of the car, grabbing Dean’s hand for support.

“Guys, don’t look” Dean glares at them as he helps me squat down.

“Whatever you say, Dean” Sam scratches the back of his neck as Jack looks at the window.

Jody called us a couple of days ago, wondering when we were coming over so that she could see me and my pregnant belly. Cas was away on a lead about what Michael might be up to so he said he would meet us there.

“I feel like you have to pee every five minutes” Dean shifts his weight as he tries to hold me up.

“That’s because I do” I have hiss as I stand up, putting my pants back on.

“Guys, we need to hurry up if we want to get there before-“

Suddenly, a couple of growls interrupt Sam. The sounds seem to be coming from the trees a couple of feet away from us.

“Guys” Jack frowns, stepping out of car to stand next to us. “What was that?”

“I don’t know” Dean grabs the flashlight that Sam hands him as he joins us.

“It sounded like-“

Then, four werewolves step out into the light, their teeth out to intimidate.

“Y/N get back in the car” Dean immediately hisses as Sam runs to the back of the impala to reach for the machetes and some guns.

“Like hell” I glare at him. “There are four of them”

“I said get back in the car” Dean yells this time but I don’t have time to react because the werewolves start to run our direction.

Dean reacts, trying to grab the animal that is closer to us but the werewolf pushes him to the ground with a hard kick to the stomach before turning to me, his yellow eyes focused on me.

Sam seems to be trying to slow down another one but she doesn’t give him much attention before turning to me.

“Y/N, get behind me” Jack steps in front of me as the four werewolves surround us. “I won’t let anything happen to you”

Then a loud bang goes off and one of the animals falls to the floor, then another. The two remaining turn around, now more pissed than before.

“Sorry for that” Dean breaths out before him and Sam shoot them. “That’s better”

“Y/N, are you okay?” Jack turns to me, checking for any injury.

“I’m good” I look back at Sam and Dean “Are you guys okay?”

“Yeah” Sam nods, walking over to us. “Umm... Did you guys noticed what I did?”

“That all the werewolves seemed focused on Y/N?” Jack asks, his forehead frowning at the tought. “Because I did notice that”

I look back at Dean when Jack says that but I don’t meet his gaze because his eyes are focused on my belly.

“Dean?” I reach for his hand but he doesn’t react. “Hey, look at me”

He blinks for a couple of seconds before looking up at me. “Yeah?”

“It’s okay, I’m okay” I squeeze his hand before bringing it up to my belly. “We are both okay”

“I-“

“Sam, can you drive?” I ask him as I tug Dean into the backseat with me.

“Sure” Sam nods as Jack walks over to the passenger seet. “I got it”

“Dean” I mutter as we sit in the back. “Hey?”

“I- I just... I don’t want anything to happen to you, to either of you” Desn shakes his head, pulling me closer to his chest.

“I know” I kiss his cheek before hiding my head in the crook of his neck. “I love you so much”

“I love you too” Dean sighs as he kisses the top of my head.

——

“Girls, the guys and Y/N are here” Jody shouts after greeting us at the door.

“Hi” I smile at Jody as she hugs me before looking down at my bump.

“Can I?” She asks me as she points at my stomach.

“Sure” I bring my shirt up to uncover my skin.

“Uh, Jody?” Dean mutters as he stands next to us. "Do you have any pain killers?”

“Uhh, let me ask Alex” She turns around after giving my belly a last goodbye.

“Is everything okay?” I frown as I turn to Dean.

“Yeah, just a headache, that’s all” He shrugs as the Patience and Claire walk from the hallway.

“Y/N” Claire squeals as she look at my stomach, pushing past Sam and Dean without even looking at them.

“Missed you too, kiddo” Dean chuckles as Alex and Jody appear from the kitchen.

“Get over it, old man” Claire shrugs before kneeling down to look at my baby. “Hello, I can’t wait for you to get out of there so we can give all this people hell”

“Please no, we don’t need another Claire” Alex teases her before giving me a hug. “Congratulations”

“Thank you” I smile as Patience starts talking to my belly, too. “She loves the attention I swear”

“How was the road?” Jody asks, guiding us into the living room.

“It was okay until Y/N had to pee and we stopped but some werewolves decided to amush us probably because of her pregnancy” Jack blurts out.

“God” Dean groans grabbing his head.

“Dean?” I call for him, grabbing his thigh.

“Oh, Alex get him the pain killer please” Jody suddenly remembers.

“Dean, what is it?” Sam stands next to his brother, worry taking over his voice. “Buddy?”

“It’s just this stupid headache” He shakes his head and Alex walks back in with the pill and water.

“Here, Dean” She hands them to him. “Do you want me to take your blood pressure?”

“No no, it’s fine” He shakes his head. “I probably just need to rest”

“Do you want me to help out Dean?” Jack asks, offering his powers.

“It’s fine, kid” Dean stops him. “I think I’m just gonna go to bed”

“Do you want me to come with you?” I ask, standing up as he does.

“You don’t have to” He reassures me. “I’ll be down the hall if you need me”

“Call me if you need anything” I tell him before he disappears into the hall way, his eyes off, almost distant.

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SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO POST THIS!! Hope you like this❤️ also for the sake of this story, Jack still has his powers and everything.

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[alixlestrange]

Ao3 Feed The hobbit (Middle Earth)

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2DMEJ7w

by SailorSolar12

While Jasmine, daughter of Apollo, is fighting what seems to her as one of Kronos' minions, it sends her through a rift in the dimensional gate to the land of Middle Earth. More specifically: The Shire. She lands in front of the home of Bilbo Baggins as Gandalf the Grey is entering the small home. Clad in her normal wear as well as her weapons, the company of Thorin Oakanshield is hesitant to accept her. As the meeting drags on, she discovers a prophecy that lies on the map that belongs to Thorin. It is then that Jasmine realizes that she is a part of something bigger than any daughter of Apollo has ever faced. As she travels all over Middle Earth in the company of dwarves, a hobbit, and a wizard, she faces her fears and learns to rely on the help of unexpected friends. Through this journey she has become the Heir of Prophecy.

Words: 2688, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Thorin Oakenshield, Thorin's Company, Bifur (Tolkien), Bofur (Tolkien), Bombur (Tolkien), Kíli (Tolkien), Ori (Tolkien), Nori (Tolkien), Fíli (Tolkien), Dwalin (Tolkien), Dori (Tolkien), Balin (Tolkien), Glóin (Tolkien), Óin (Tolkien), Bilbo Baggins, Gandalf | Mithrandir, Thranduil (Tolkien), Lindir (Tolkien), Smaug (Tolkien), Tauriel (Hobbit Movies), Elrond Peredhel, Original Female Character, Delphi - Character, Hades, Nico di Angelo, Apollo, Zeus

Relationships: Thorin Oakenshield/Original Female Character(s), Kíli (Tolkien)/Tauriel (Hobbit Movies)

Additional Tags: Romance, Angst, Drama, Adventure, Violence

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2DMEJ7w

[forthemultiverse]

Countdown Pt 2 - Jason Todd x Reader

Request: If requests are open, could you do a part 2 to “Count Down” where Jason gets injured and the reader winds up being the one to patch him up. And during the commotion, his helmet comes off and the reader freaks out because IT’S THEIR SOULMATE!?!?! Or maybe Alfred tells Jason about how she was his soulmate and so he keeps an eye on her as much as he can until one night he has to step in and save her? If this is too much I completely understand and sorry for it being so long. Have a nice day 💗💗💗!

I hope you like it since I hadn’t even considered a part two to this but the second I saw this request my head went wild. Thank you for the inspiration, I just pray it’s good!! (Also, this is my 100th post and I’m nearly at 400 followers and freaking out inside. Thank you everyone for coming along for this ride)

- People have asked to be tagged (<3) in this Part Two so here you go: @sailorsolar12 @satansspacebubblegum

Soulmate AU: A Soulmate Universe, where the clock on your wrist counts down to the day your soulmate dies.

Part One

Sad to say, you’d been permanently stuck in Gotham since the day he died to the present. Every time you tried to leave, you felt the tug in your gut. The Universe wanted you to stay, which gave you even more motivation to leave, but still. You didn’t date, and most people worth being friends with didn’t cause a fuss if you rejected them once they saw the burnt date on your wrist. You didn’t want to go through that pain again. No more Soulmate deaths.

Your best friend didn’t get it. She thought you’d be desperate to meet your second one so you could have all the time you could have together. She also thought you wouldn’t want anyone else to know you for a minute then lose you to death. You thought avoiding dating would make it even easier for this mysterious soul number two. They could make their assumptions about soulmates, and you could die without causing them a minute of stress.

You’d probably change your mind about that when you were older, but for now, you were twenty, at Gotham University, and working for a section of the police that tried to reach out to teen runaways and orphanages. You’d spend your evenings at the orphanage, talking and getting to the know the kids, taking the older ones out and driving them to any parties they might have, baking with the younger ones, and you’d sleep there to make breakfast and tutor anyone on Saturday morning. You also found yourself playing video games and sports with them before having to leave after lunch on Sunday. Sometimes the police would have you come and talk to the kids they’d found on the streets since you always had a way with people. The kids listened to you and put up less of a fight if you were trying to convince them to get help.

Your introduction back into the Wayne Family life had been when you’d been asked to check in on one Stephanie Brown. It was separate from the police, but the Hospital also asked for your assistance when they were dealing with broken homes and kids with abusive parents. Not only was she the daughter of the Question, but she had been pregnant and had given the baby up for adoption. The Hospital asked you to check in with her, and you had information on her hold of she ever wanted to know where it was. You’d been against it first. You didn’t want anything to do with the Wayne’s, and she was dating Timothy Drake-Wayne. Surely you’d end up having to go to the Manor to meet her one time, and then you’d feel bad for never answering the butler’s calls and never explaining to Bruce why Alfred had tried to reach out to you. Ignoring his butler had resulted in multiple stroppy emails from the billionaire - and you didn’t want to know how he got your email.

You were right, but you were also too much of a pushover to say no when Stephanie sent you the location for your check-up.

You pulled up in the long driveway, suddenly hit with what it would have been like to visit the place when you were younger. You’d barely known Jason, you couldn’t make assumptions about what he was like beyond your one evening together, but you were a hopeless romantic and a very vivid daydreamer. You didn’t think about it. You refused to. You were a smiler, and bright face, a positive energy people needed in their lives. You wouldn’t let yourself seem down.

Steph had said to go round the side and into the gardens, claiming that you’d spot her easily. She was right. She sat, laughing and tangled with Tim Drake under a tree while the sun shined on them. You smiled to yourself, the aura coming off both of them was the aura of soulmates. Their legs were on top of each other, and there was a share bag of crisps knocked over slightly a few metres away.

“Hey?” You broke their bubble.

“Hey (Y/N)!” Stephanie straightened herself up slightly, her legs still tangled with Tim’s. “He’s been stuck in front of a computer for about three days and heavily sleep-deprived, so Alfred called me in - you don’t mind if he’s here right?” She suddenly sounded tense and panicked.

“I’m good if you are…what we might be talking about…?”

“He knows about the baby. We started dating right after I found out…is that weird, Nah, he was helpful and stuff. It was pretty great. Flew back into town just to help me through it.” Steph was a living heart eyes emoji for a good second, and you chuckled. The bags under Tim’s eyes were oblivious, but he was smiling softly back at her.

“Well, how are you doing? And I mean that to both of you,” you raised an eyebrow at Tim.

“Tired.” Tim sighed, leaning back on the tree.

“Agreed.”

“Agreed.” You thirded. “Anything cool going on in your life.”

“This is super casual, don’t you have to ask like a list of questions and stuff?” Tim asked

“Not a therapist yet, just helping out teens for the police and the hospital in the hopes of making people’s lives better.” You shrugged.

“Why do you wanna do that?” Tim asked, and Steph’s eyes went wide.

“Tim!”

“That came out wrong. I mean, helping people is great, what’s your inspiration?”

“I’ve always been good at getting people to talk I guess, plus I have a pretty good way of getting runaways to talk to me.”

“Which is?”

“Are you a runaway?”

“No,”

“Then you don’t need to hear it.” You turned back to Steph, “How’s school going?”

She groaned “I’m assuming you’ve been given information?”

“Just some missing homework and an absent from yesterday.”

“I overslept.” The phrasing was careful.

“Not sleeping well?”

“Nope, been up late at the moment,”

“Any reasons, or just, it’s Gotham, and no one should sleep if they want to live.” You joked and the look Steph and Tim gave each other couldn’t have been more obvious. Everyone was a bit stressed at the moment. Batman seemed to be at war with the Red Hood a few months back, then he disappeared, and reappeared about to unmask Batman and the latest Robin, then he disappeared again, and Batman disappeared. Then they both reappeared a few weeks back and even though there didn’t seem to be a problem between them this time - guns were a tense subject in America and having him just running around Gotham kept everyone on their toes and well behaved. “Wanna talk about that look or are you going to make me analyse it?”

“How are you doing at the moment?” Stephanie changed the subject. You stood up walked towards her and held out a hand. She took it and once you’d pulled Steph to her feet you gave her a tight hug. “Everything you say is between us and only us. No judgement. It’s okay to be scared.”

“There’s just a lot of stress at the moment.” You felt Stephanie relax slightly until the butler appears from the back door.

“Master Tim - ” his sentence was cut short when he saw you. “(Y/N)! What a surprise!”

“You know Alfred?” Stephanie pulled away to look at you closely. “Do you work for Bruce?”

“God no, well he basically owns the city so technically I do, but Bruce Wayne probably hates me. I never answer his emails.” You said while lifting your head to the side slightly.

“What?” Tim was looking at you, a gleam in his eye that made you feel vulnerable. Like he knew everything about you - or he would by the end of the conversation.

“What are you doing here? Not that you aren’t welcome,” Alfred had hurried over to the pair of you.

“What’s going on?” Steph’s walls were going up which meant you two were probably going to have a Bruce Wayne conversation in the future. There were some issues and anger to be dealt with there.

“Miss (Y/N) here, is…was Master Jason’s - ”

“Alfred!” You cut him off before he could finish the sentence, your voice raised slightly - something which didn’t happen often.

“Jason’s Soulmate…” Tim finished the sentence looking at the inside of your wrist. “You were - ”

“Yeah, you don’t need to say it again.” You sighed.

“Jason’s Soulmate…” Stephanie muttered in shock. “That must have been awful.”

“I knew him for about an evening of talking and a few days of texting…” your voice was low. You knew going to Manor wasn’t a smart decision.

“Anyway, you two are needed in Master Bruce’s…office,” Alfred said to Tim and Steph, and they disappeared in a second.

“I should probably go.” You didn’t like how stiff your voice sounded.

“You should come back for another visit,” Alfred suggested.

“I’m sure you’re very nice and all, and you mean it with the best intentions - but the last thing I want to do is be at the home my soulmate ran away from before he was killed.”

“I understand.”

“Thank you. Tell Steph she owes me a full half hour of chat,” you didn’t wait to hear him say yes as you exited the garden and hopped in your car to drive away.

Since that afternoon, something was off around you. Not with you, just around you. Gotham suddenly felt a lot safer. You spotted Red Robin and Spoiler watching you and the older orphanage kids head into a bowling alley, and you kept seeing red flashes when you walked anywhere at night. It took you two days to get curious as to what was happening and test this new aura. You did something very unlike you and went for a rooftop walk in the more dangerous part of Gotham.

Most of the buildings were tall and closely packed together, a few alleys ways every now and again - and you weren’t stupid enough to try and see if you could cross them. You walked across four buildings, waiting for anything to happen, anything at all.

“What are you doing.” You tensed up, turning round to face the Red Hood in all his hun slinging glory.

“Wandering.” Your voice was tight, and you started to regret your evening out very much.

“It’s not safe.”

“Has Batman been sending his army of smaller selves to watch me?”

“Why would I know?”

“Cos you’re clearly involved with him somehow.” Red Hood laughed.

“Just get back home okay.”

“Aren’t you going to try and shoot me?”

“My line of work is a lot more complicated than that.”

“How old are you?”

“20.”

“My age, I might know you.” You said without really thinking the sentence out fully, it just slipped out and he didn’t deny it. “So what’s your business with the city tonight?”

“I’m not going to tell you that.”

“Why not? You’re in the works with Batman, so anything you do will be all over the papers by next week, to my knowledge we don’t know each other, I have no place better to be. Talk to me.” The sentence felt all yo familiar but you didn’t click why you just had a weird sense of Deja vu. Something obviously bugged the Red Hood too as you noticed him tense for a second before relaxing.

“Do you always walk around smiling and saying things like that?”

“Not purposefully.” You shrugged. “Does it bother you that I’m smiling right now?”

“I just don’t get how people can be that happy all the time.”

“Maybe you should try it sometimes. Being positive is actually quite fun.” You teased and turned to look at the sky. Gotham was the city of clouds, the Batman symbol shining exactly where it always did. “So what are you dealing with tonight.”

“Just a surveillance job.”

“And why did you come talk to me?”

“You’ve been walking on these buildings for a good half hour, and I got curious.”

“It’s been half an hour?” You looked at your watch “Wow, time does fly when you’re alone with your thoughts.”

Jason didn’t like being at the Manor any time of the year, but when the whole family were together, it was the worst. The only reason he was there was because Dick had saved his ass and taken him back for stitches - now he was stuck listening to Stephanie half Yelp half encourage him.

“She’s so nice! Don’t you dare be mean to her and screw this up! Literally, how did someone so kind-hearted end up with you for a Soulmate! She’s the most supportive person I’ve ever met!”

“Cut it out already!” Jason snapped, grabbing some toast and contemplating shoving it in her mouth.

“I can’t believe you spoke to her but didn’t tell her!” Stephanie complained and Jason froze. He hadn’t even known who his soulmate was until Steph started screaming about it, and he only took it seriously when Alfred told him what had happened. That was the real reason he was still in Gotham. He didn’t care about Bruce’s job for him; he cared about the fact someone out there had been hurt by his death. Someone had really cried for Jason Todd - not Robin, not Bruce Wayne’s ward. Jason Todd.

“How do you know I spoke to her.” He spoke very quietly and everyone in the kitchen tended. He wasn’t sure if everyone in the room would ever trust him over than Alfred - but him speaking calmly terrified them more than him yelling.

“This is your first time in town not trying to kill one of us; you can’t blame me for wanting to know what you’re doing.” Bruce was observing him, and Jason didn’t enjoy being treated like a bomb about to explode.

“So that’s why you’ve been spying on her!” Jason almost laughed. “She’s seen you, you know. She knows somethings up because she’s seen you guys watching her! But you’re not watching her. You’re watching me.”

“Why are you just watching her if you aren’t going to talk to her?” Tim finally asked what they were all thinking.

“I died, Tim.”

“I know. It’s your favourite topic of conversation.”

“I can’t just walk up to her as Jason Todd. The second I do anything, everything comes out about what happened, all of you guys, and this entire world. She becomes apart of it. And I don’t even know her that well.”

“She’s your Soulmate. You are one of the few people who have 100% proof that they’ve found their soulmate.” Stephanie said, looking slightly towards Tim.

“Wooo, dying has one plus side I guess!” Jason said sarcastically. “The universe can say all it wants but let’s be real, whether she’s my soulmate or not, it’s my choice to be with her. My choice to use this information. If I ever decide I want to be with someone; it’s going to be my decision, not the universes, not you guys, mine.” Jason stuffed another piece of toast into his mouth and left the Manor as quickly as he could.

“He’s going to spy on her some more, isn’t he.” Dick mused

“Oh definitely,” Steph responded. “She just has this quality about her that makes it impossible to dislike her.”

So that’s what Jason did. He watched and he watched and he stayed in Gotham. Taking down bad guys and causing no trouble. He even started to obey some of Bruce’s rules. He didn’t want to be driven out of the city until he made up his mind. This was his choice to make - and yours he guessed. He didn’t want to cut you out of the conversation when it was your future he’d be deciding too. But talking to you meant he had to choose before someone in his family did it for him. He didn’t trust Stephanie not to somehow do something about the situation the next time she saw you. He also didn’t think Steph would do it with any cruel intentions. She understood where Jason came from, she was similar to him in many ways - and she justed wanted to help.

The gun rule was not one of the ones he followed. He liked using guns, but it was also guns that meant he was bleeding to death in an alley. He’d seen you walking around late at night again; you were coming back from dropping some kids off at the orphanage and obviously tired. A tired young woman was a prime target, and someone had grabbed you. He had to interfere, but his game was off. He kept expecting you to freak out, say his name, and he was worried you’d already been hurt. They’d pulled out a gun and shot six bullets while he was distracted. He was going to hunt them down and make them pay once he could move.

“Oh my god.” he heard your voice and for a second he thought his brain had made it up as some sick twisted way to give him comfort, but that wasn’t the case. You were there. You were talking to him. “You need to stay awake!”

“Get away…”

“No way, you need help, I’m going to get you help.”

“I’m fine.”

“Yeah, bullet holes and blood equal fine.”

“I’ve been through worse.”

“Sure, and I’m sure that’s not part of the reason you’re running through Gotham as a gunslinging vigilante. Therapy’s a thing, and this is not normal. You’re not fine.”

“Just, get -”

“Get you some help? Sure.”

“That’s not what I was going to say,”

“Well, it’s what I said.”

“I’m -”

“In need of help, yes, I know,” you were searching him for any way to call any of the other superheroes to come help. You doubted he’d want to go to a hospital.

“Getting a bit feely, at least buy me dinner first.”

“Isn’t that normally the girl’s line?” You finally got sick of looking at the stupid helmet.

“You need air.”

“I’m -”

“Need to breathe.”

“That one didn’t work.”

“Doesn’t matter, you need air, and you need to text someone your location.”

“Please don’t take the Helmet off.”

“Would you rather die.”

“A little bit.”

“Very funny.” You felt around his head and found the two clasps, pulling the helmet off and take advantage of the fact he seemed unable to move the rest of his body. He wore a mask over his eyes which made you laughed, “See, isn’t it nice breathing fresh air?”

“I can -”

“I can breathe now, and it’s beautiful.”

“That wasn’t what I was going to say,” it wasn’t even close. Jason was going to say that he could explain. But the mask and blood meant you didn’t recognise him. Even without the mask you might not, he’d changed quite a lot since he’d died. He was safer than he thought, and sadly that fact hurt him a little bit.

“I’m taking this,” you pulled out his earpiece and put it in your ear, tapping the side to turn it on. “Red Hood’s bleeding to death in an alley.”

“Um…hello?”

“Hi, Anyway someone can come and get him?”

“Getting your location now.” you recognised the voice, but not well enough to place it.“I took the helmet off so he could breathe properly, he can talk, but he’s really pale and was shot like six times,”

“Spoiler and Nightwing are on their way.” the line went dead, so you assumed the person had ended the call.

You looked at the face beneath the helmet very carefully. Some part of your mind was turning and putting the dots together - I mean, there’s only so much face a mask can cover. Something was there, something you couldn’t figure out and it was infuriating.

“Do I know you? I know you probably won’t tell me, but like…”

“Kinda.” He didn’t say anything else as you suddenly gasped. He’d changed, he changed a lot. And you didn’t understand how on earth he was alive. He couldn’t be alive. Your mind was playing tricks. A similar voice and facial structure didn’t equal Jason Todd. Jason Todd was dead and people don’t come back from the dead. You were being crazy, and irrational. But if laser shooting flying men were real, was resurrection really that impossible? You’d been at the funeral. You’d seen Alfred and Bruce’s reaction. You’d seen his older brother Dick beating himself up for not trying to be a good brother to Jason. You’d cried. You’d cried for someone you barely knew. He couldn’t just be alive. You were assuming things.

But you had two dates in a world where you only get one soulmate. It would make sense.“Your friends will be here soon…”

“Take the mask off.” He could guess what you were thinking based on the reaction.

“No. I will not have that conversation now. You can’t be -”

“Jason Todd.” he tried to nod.

“Nope.”

“I can-”

“Nope.” You took a step back, your breathing picking up. “I went to Jason Todd’s funeral, and I can’t yell at you while you’re dying.”

“Yell?” he didn’t expect you to yell.

“I’m freaking out a bit right now so yes I will probably yell.” your voice was all over the place, but you were determined not to yell. He didn’t deserve to be yelled at. “You can’t be Jason Todd, Jason Todd died.”

“I can explain everything.”

“Then do that, when you’re not dying.” You refused to believe it. “Jason Todd’s already dead, so he can’t be dying right now.”

“Take the mask off.“

“Fine, but only to prove you can’t possibly be Jason Todd because I went to Jason Todd’s funeral.” you were shaking slightly, wishing Nightwing and Spoiler would just show up already to end whatever mind trick Red Hood was playing. You leant forward slowly, peeling the mask off and trying to convince yourself not to. Not knowing the answer would be better than knowing because then you could pretend your first and real soulmate was out there. You could also assume that this was all some evil game and that Jason was dead and continue living your life just the same. It would be your choice.

The Red Hood, had been a killer, he’d gone rage on Gotham more than once and he used a gun. He killed people, and he worked in the shadows. You’d seen the amount of chaos and fear he created. If this was Jason, you didn’t know what you’d do. You’d want to give him a chance, and in a way, he was more effective than Batman, but you weren’t one for violence. You’d never been. You liked positive thinking and smiling faces. But it this was Jason, it was your soulmate. And he had really died, so whatever brought him back would’ve messed him up pretty badly so could you blame him for wanting to be a bit more permanent with his methods of dealing with crime. Every thought in your head was running wild and merging faster than you could cope with. You were overwhelmed and ready to break down. You couldn’t deal with all of this; no one should have to deal with all of this.

The mask fell to the floor, and it may have changed, but it was Jason Todd’s face. You’d stared at a picture after he’d died to help you process everything. You’d memorised his face and thought about how it may have changed if he’d been given a chance to live. You may not have known him all that well but you didn’t want to forget him.

“I went to your funeral.” you started to cry. The third time you’d let yourself cry over it, “You better recover and explain what the hell is happening.”

“Can I see your wrist?” he asked. You raised it slowly to show him.

He ran his fingers over the scaring on the first date. The burns had never faded and you could still vaguely still the numbers underneath. The 0 had turned into minus numbers just to remind you how long you’d survived without the universes input. He kissed the burn lightly.

“Crap, that’s a large number…”

“Which one?”

“Both of them.” you laughed slightly, still crying. “I guess you’re going to be living quite a while then, no dying tonight..”

“Your number’s big too.”

“That’s reassuring.”

“We’re here!” Spoiler announced, stopping dead when she saw you.

“We’re taking her to the cave,” Jason instructed.

“Obviously.” Spoiler nodded while Nightwing picked his little brother up.

“So, Dick Grayson?” you assumed, pointing to Nightwing and trying to piece everything together in your head.

“This is going to be a fun week.” Dick laughed

Part One 

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Heir of Prophecy

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by SailorSolar12

While Jasmine, daughter of Apollo, is fighting what seems to her as one of Kronos' minions, it sends her through a rift in the dimensional gate to the land of Middle Earth. More specifically: The Shire. She lands in front of the home of Bilbo Baggins as Gandalf the Grey is entering the small home. Clad in her normal wear as well as her weapons, the company of Thorin Oakanshield is hesitant to accept her. As the meeting drags on, she discovers a prophecy that lies on the map that belongs to Thorin. It is then that Jasmine realizes that she is a part of something bigger than any daughter of Apollo has ever faced. As she travels all over Middle Earth in the company of dwarves, a hobbit, and a wizard, she faces her fears and learns to rely on the help of unexpected friends. Through this journey she has become the Heir of Prophecy.

Words: 2688, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Thorin Oakenshield, Thorin's Company, Bifur (Tolkien), Bofur (Tolkien), Bombur (Tolkien), Kíli (Tolkien), Ori (Tolkien), Nori (Tolkien), Fíli (Tolkien), Dwalin (Tolkien), Dori (Tolkien), Balin (Tolkien), Glóin (Tolkien), Óin (Tolkien), Bilbo Baggins, Gandalf | Mithrandir, Thranduil (Tolkien), Lindir (Tolkien), Smaug (Tolkien), Tauriel (Hobbit Movies), Elrond Peredhel, Original Female Character, Delphi - Character, Hades, Nico di Angelo, Apollo, Zeus

Relationships: Thorin Oakenshield/Original Female Character(s), Kíli (Tolkien)/Tauriel (Hobbit Movies)

Additional Tags: Romance, Angst, Drama, Adventure, Violence

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Homecoming (Price Version)

Character: Captain John Price

Pairing: Price x GN Reader (Y/N is not used)

Words: 998

Warnings: none

John Price had spent the last six months in the midst of chaos, his life consumed by the demands of warfare. As a battle-hardened soldier, he had faced countless dangers, survived unthinkable situations, and witnessed the brutality of conflict. But now, the time had finally come for him to return home.

The plane ride back felt surreal. The roar of the engines and the turbulence beneath him seemed distant and unimportant, as his mind was fixated on the thought of being reunited with the one person who had kept him going through it all. As he gazed out of the window, he imagined the moment he would step off the plane and into the arms of his significant other.

Finally, the wheels of the plane touched down, and John's heart raced with anticipation. He collected his belongings and walked down the gangway, his steps quickening with each passing moment. As he entered the bustling terminal, he scanned the crowd, searching for the familiar face that had sustained him during his deployment.

And then, there they were – standing near the arrival gate, holding a sign that read "Welcome Home, John!" Tears welled up in John's eyes as he rushed forward, dropping his bags and pulling them into a tight embrace. The embrace was filled with all the longing, relief, and love that had built up over the months of separation.

"It's really you," John whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

They pulled back slightly to look at each other, their eyes locking in a gaze that communicated more than words ever could. In that moment, the war, the distance, and the pain all faded away, leaving only the present, where they were finally together again.

"I missed you so much," they said, their voice trembling.

"I missed you too," John replied, his voice a mix of gratitude and vulnerability.

As they stood there, holding each other, the bustling airport faded into the background. The noise of the crowd was replaced by the beating of their hearts, a rhythm that had somehow stayed connected despite the miles that had separated them.

Eventually, they pulled away, and John wiped away the tears that had escaped his eyes. "I can't believe I'm finally home," he said, a smile breaking through his exhaustion.

"Well, you better believe it," they said, their energy infectious. "Because we have a lot of catching up to do!"

They linked their arm through John's, leading him towards the exit. As they walked through the airport, they chatted animatedly about everything that had happened while John was away – the little moments, the triumphs, and even the mundane details that had become so important in their absence.

Outside, a cool breeze greeted them, and John took a deep breath, savoring the sensation of freedom. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden glow over everything. It was a stark contrast to the war-torn landscapes he had become accustomed to.

They led John to a car parked nearby, and as they drove through the city, John marveled at how much had changed and yet how much remained the same. The city lights twinkled like stars against the darkening sky, and for the first time in months, John felt a sense of peace settle over him.

Finally, they pulled up to a cozy apartment building. "Welcome home," they said, their voice brimming with excitement.

John stepped out of the car and followed them inside. The apartment was filled with warmth and the comforting scent of home-cooked food. It was a stark contrast to the barracks he had called home for so long.

As they sat down to eat, John listened intently as they recounted their own experiences over the past months. Their stories were filled with laughter, anecdotes, and a contagious enthusiasm for life that was both uplifting and soothing. For the first time in a long while, John found himself genuinely smiling, his heart feeling lighter than it had in a long time.

After dinner, they moved to the living room, where they had set up a cozy spot with blankets and pillows. They sat close, their fingers intertwined, as they talked about their dreams, their hopes for the future, and all the plans they had for the time they would spend together.

As the night grew darker, they shifted the conversation towards lighter topics, sharing funny anecdotes and playful banter. They spoke about the quirks that had been revealed during their time apart and reminisced about the memories they had created together.

"You know," they said, their voice softening, "even though you were far away, I felt your presence with me every day. Your strength, your courage – they've always been my inspiration."

John looked at them, his heart swelling with gratitude. "And you, my love, were the light that guided me through the darkest moments. Knowing that I had you waiting for me kept me going, even when things seemed impossible."

They leaned in, their lips meeting in a gentle kiss that held all the tenderness and passion that had built up over the months. In that moment, the world around them ceased to exist, and there was only the two of them, bound by a love that had proven unbreakable, even in the face of war.

As the night grew deeper, they settled into each other's arms, finding comfort in the closeness that had eluded them for so long. The war was still a part of John's past, but in this moment, it felt like a distant memory, overshadowed by the love that enveloped them.

As they drifted off to sleep, entwined in each other's embrace, John realized that coming home wasn't just about returning to a physical place. It was about finding his way back to the heart that had sustained him, the heart that had been waiting for him all along. And as he closed his eyes, he knew that no matter where life took them next, their love would always be his guiding light.

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Homecoming (Soap Version)

Character: John "Soap" MacTavish

Pairing: Soap x GN Reader (Y/N is not used)

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: none

John MacTavish had spent the last six months in a war-torn country, facing danger at every turn, and enduring the harshest of conditions. He was a battle-hardened soldier, a skilled operative in the international Special Forces. But now, after what felt like an eternity, he was finally returning home.

As the plane touched down on familiar soil, John's heart raced with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. He hadn't seen his significant other in half a year, and he couldn't wait to wrap them in his arms. He disembarked from the aircraft and made his way through the bustling airport, his duffel bag slung over one shoulder. The airport was filled with families reuniting, loved ones hugging and laughing, tears of joy streaming down cheeks. John's heart swelled as he watched these scenes unfold, knowing that his own reunion was just moments away.

He stepped out of the airport into the warm embrace of the afternoon sun. His significant other had insisted on picking him up, and they had promised to be there when he arrived. John scanned the crowd, his heart pounding harder with every passing second. And then, a familiar figure caught his eye. Their hair was dyed a vibrant shade of blue, and they wore a t-shirt with a slogan that made John chuckle despite himself. It read, "I survived six months without you – toughest mission ever!"

John couldn't help but break into a grin as they saw each other. He quickened his pace, the duffel bag forgotten as he closed the distance between them. And then, finally, they were in each other's arms. The embrace was tight, full of a longing that words could never express. John buried his face in their hair, inhaling deeply and committing their scent to memory. They held onto each other as if they were afraid to let go, as if the world might steal this moment away from them.

"I can't believe you're finally home," they whispered into his ear, their voice filled with emotion.

"I missed you so damn much," John replied, his voice rough with a mix of relief and overwhelming love.

They pulled back slightly, their eyes locking onto his. "Well, prepare yourself, because I've got a whole list of things planned for us now that you're back."

John raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Oh really? Do I even want to know what's on that list?"

They laughed, a sound that was like music to John's ears. "Trust me, you're going to love it."

Together, they walked towards the car that was parked nearby. John's significant other took his hand in theirs, their fingers intertwining naturally, as if they were made to fit together. The drive home was filled with easy conversation, catching up on all the little things that had happened during John's absence. They talked about their friends, their work, the latest movies they had seen, and the new restaurant that had opened in town.

When they finally arrived home, John couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. The familiar surroundings, the comforting scent of their shared space – it was all so reassuring after the chaos of the battlefield. As he stepped inside, he looked around, taking in the little changes they had made to the decor, the way their personal touches had made the place feel even more like home.

"So, what's first on the list?" John asked, a teasing glint in his eyes.

His significant other grinned mischievously. "Well, first we're going to get you cleaned up. Then, we're going to have a movie night – your choice of film, of course. And after that, I've got a surprise dinner planned."

John raised an eyebrow. "A surprise dinner, huh? Should I be worried?"

They chuckled. "Don't worry, it's nothing too fancy. Just something I've been wanting to cook for you."

As John took a long, hot shower, he couldn't help but reflect on how lucky he was to have someone like them in his life. They had been his rock throughout his deployment, sending him care packages, staying up late to video call despite the time zone difference, and writing him letters that he cherished more than anything. Their unwavering support had kept him going during the toughest of times, and now that he was home, he was determined to make every moment count.

When he emerged from the bathroom, dressed in comfortable lounge pants and a soft t-shirt, he found the living room transformed into a cozy haven. Blankets and pillows were strewn across the couch, and a selection of movies was laid out on the coffee table. His significant other was already nestled on the couch, their eyes lighting up when they saw him.

"Welcome to movie night," they said, patting the spot next to them.

John settled in beside them, the warmth of their presence seeping into his bones. They took turns picking movies, laughing and joking as they debated which one to watch. As the opening scenes of the chosen film played on the screen, John couldn't help but steal glances at his significant other. Their laughter, their expressions – all of it was a reminder of the life he had fought so hard to return to.

After the movie, they moved into the kitchen together, working side by side as they prepared dinner. John watched them move with a sense of familiarity, a sense of comfort that only came from sharing a life with someone. They chatted and joked as they cooked, the tension and distance of the past six months melting away with every shared moment.

Finally, dinner was ready, and they sat down at the table, the food spread out before them. John took a bite of the dish they had prepared, and his eyes widened in surprise. "Wow, this is amazing."

They beamed with pride. "I'm glad you like it."

As they ate, they talked about their plans for the future. John shared his dreams of eventually leaving the battlefield behind, of finding a quieter life where he could be with them without the constant threat of danger. They listened, offering words of encouragement and support, their unwavering belief in him giving him the strength to pursue those dreams.

As the evening turned into night, John found himself feeling more at peace than he had in a long time. The weight of the past months seemed to lift off his shoulders, replaced by a sense of belonging and love. He looked at his significant other, really looked at them, and realized just how lucky he was to have them in his life.

As they curled up on the couch, wrapped in each other's arms, John whispered, "Thank you for waiting for me."

They looked up at him, their eyes filled with warmth and affection. "Always, John. You're home now, and that's all that matters."

And in that moment, as they held each other close, John knew that no matter what challenges the future might hold, as long as he had them by his side, he could face anything with courage and determination. The war had shaped him, but it was love that would heal him and guide him toward a future filled with hope and happiness.

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Homecoming (Alejandro Version)

Character: Alejandro Vargas

Pairing: Alejandro x Reader (y/N is not used)

Words: 1.1k

Warnings: None

A/N: Please be nice. :)

Alejandro Vargas had spent the last eight months on a deployment that seemed like an eternity. From the arid deserts to the freezing mountains, he had faced it all, serving his country with unwavering dedication. He had fought alongside his comrades, forged unbreakable bonds, and witnessed the chaos of warfare up close. But through it all, he held on to a single image that kept him going: the warm embrace of his significant other eagerly waiting for him at home.

As the transport plane touched down on familiar soil, Alejandro felt a mix of emotions bubbling within him. Relief, exhaustion, excitement—they all blended into a symphony of sensations that tugged at his heart. The scent of the homeland filled his nostrils, and he couldn't help but crack a small smile. The anticipation of reuniting with the one person who had been his rock throughout this ordeal was almost overwhelming.

His journey home wasn't long, yet every minute felt like an eternity. His mind raced with memories of the countless conversations they'd shared over choppy satellite connections and the letters that had kept their connection alive. Those letters—scribbled with ink and filled with sentiments of love and longing—had been his lifeline, a way to stay grounded in the midst of chaos.

Finally, the cab pulled up to their shared apartment building. As he stepped out of the vehicle, Alejandro's heart pounded like a drum. He glanced at the window of their apartment, a small light glowing from within. His hands trembled slightly as he inserted the key and turned the lock. The door swung open, revealing the haven he had missed so dearly.

"Hey, I'm home," he called out, his voice filled with a mix of exhaustion and eagerness.

The apartment was warmly lit, and there they were—the one who had stolen his heart, their significant other. With short, vibrant hair and a beaming smile, they rushed towards him, moving with an energy that could light up the entire room. Alejandro's heart soared as they leaped into his arms, wrapping themselves around him in a tight embrace.

"Welcome back, hero!" they exclaimed, their voice filled with genuine elation.

Alejandro held them as if he never wanted to let go. The smell of their hair, the feel of their warmth—it was all so real and surreal at the same time. He closed his eyes and simply breathed in, feeling a sense of completeness that he hadn't experienced in months.

"I missed you so much," he managed to whisper, his voice choked with emotion.

"I missed you too, more than words can say," they replied, pulling back slightly to look into his eyes. "But now you're here, safe and sound."

They stood there for a moment, just looking at each other, their eyes communicating volumes beyond what words could convey. Then, as if unable to contain their excitement any longer, they pulled him towards the living room.

"Sit, sit! I've got something special for you," they said, their voice a mix of mischief and anticipation.

Curious, Alejandro obliged and settled onto the couch. They disappeared into the kitchen briefly before returning with a plate of homemade cookies. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes about the depth of their connection. These were the little things he had missed—the shared moments, the ordinary pleasures of life.

"Cookies?" he chuckled, raising an eyebrow playfully.

"Hey, a hero deserves the sweetest welcome home," they retorted, winking at him.

As they sat there, munching on cookies and catching up on each other's lives, Alejandro felt a sense of ease wash over him. The weight of his experiences abroad was still there, but being with them made it all feel a bit lighter. They had a unique way of grounding him, of bringing him back to the present moment.

In the days that followed, Alejandro and his significant other fell into a rhythm that felt so familiar, yet so new. He reveled in the little things—the scent of their morning coffee, the way they hummed as they cooked dinner together, and the comfortable silence that they could share without any awkwardness. They spent hours talking about everything they had missed, and Alejandro found himself opening up about things he hadn't even shared with his closest comrades.

One evening, as they sat on the balcony watching the sunset, Alejandro found himself overcome by a surge of gratitude. He turned to them and took their hand in his.

"You know, coming back to you is the greatest gift I could have asked for," he confessed, his voice soft yet sincere.

They smiled and leaned their head against his shoulder. "And having you back here, safe and sound, is all I ever wanted. You're my hero, Alejandro."

As the weeks turned into months, Alejandro continued to adjust to civilian life. It wasn't always easy—there were moments when the memories of the battlefield would resurface, but his significant other was there to hold his hand and remind him of the strength he possessed. With their unwavering support, he started attending therapy sessions to process his experiences, slowly finding healing in their presence.

One day, as they walked hand in hand through a park, Alejandro turned to them with a thoughtful expression.

"You know, I've been thinking," he began, his gaze earnest. "I've been through so much, seen things that I can't even put into words. But through it all, you were my constant. You kept me grounded, reminding me of the goodness that still exists in the world."

They stopped walking and looked at him, their eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and affection.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you," he continued, his voice steady. "I want to wake up every day and know that you're by my side, facing whatever challenges come our way, just like we faced my deployment together."

Tears glistened in their eyes as they realized the weight of his words. Without saying a word, they pulled him into a tight hug, their embrace saying more than any words ever could.

And so, in that park, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the echoes of their journey, Alejandro Vargas knelt on one knee and asked the question that would seal their fate. "Will you marry me?"

Their joyful laughter filled the air as they nodded enthusiastically, tears of happiness streaming down their cheeks. Alejandro slipped the ring onto their finger, sealing their commitment to a future filled with love, resilience, and shared experiences.

From that day forward, their story continued—a tale of two souls who had faced the trials of war and the challenges of life, only to find their way back to each other's arms. With their love as a guiding light, Alejandro and their significant other faced each new day with renewed strength, knowing that as long as they were together, they could conquer anything that came their way.

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Shadows of the Past

Okay so this is the first fic for Modern Warfare 2 I am doing...please go easy on me. Yes, I know. I am not dead like many thought. I...Life has started to catch up to me and it isn't pretty.

Title: Shadows of the Past

Rating: Teen for the mentions of violence

Character: Simon "Ghost" Riley

Pairing: Ghost x GN Reader (Y/N is not used)

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: Character injuries, fluff

The sun dipped beneath the horizon, casting a warm, orange glow across the city. Among the towering skyscrapers and bustling streets, an air of tension hung heavy. The world was on the brink of chaos, and the covert operations unit known as Task Force 141 was at the forefront of the battle against the encroaching darkness.

Simon "Ghost" Riley, a legendary figure within the Task Force, moved with grace and precision through the dimly lit alleyways. His iconic skull mask concealed his face, leaving only his piercing blue eyes visible. Ghost was a man of few words, but his reputation as a ruthless and efficient operator spoke volumes.

In the heart of a derelict building, Ghost hunched over a table strewn with maps, surveillance photos, and intelligence reports. He was analyzing the latest data on a suspected arms dealer who had been funneling weapons to hostile factions across the globe. As he traced his finger across the city layout, he couldn't shake the feeling that this mission was different from the rest.

Just then, the door swung open, and the rest of the Task Force filed in. Captain John Price, the grizzled leader of the team, entered with a determined expression. Beside him was a gender-neutral individual, a newcomer to the Task Force who had quickly proven their skills in combat and their resourcefulness in the field. They had earned the respect of their teammates, but Ghost remained skeptical, always one to keep his guard up.

"Listen up," Price began, his voice carrying the weight of experience. "We've tracked our target to a remote compound on the outskirts of the city. Intel suggests that he's stockpiling chemical weapons there. Our objective is to infiltrate the compound, gather evidence, and if possible, apprehend the target."

The room was tense as Price continued to outline the mission details. Ghost studied the newcomer out of the corner of his eye, their focus unwavering, their determination palpable. Despite himself, Ghost couldn't help but be impressed.

Hours later, under the cover of darkness, the Task Force assembled near the compound. Ghost and the newcomer were assigned to breach the rear entrance, while Price and the others covered the front. The night air was cool and charged with anticipation as the team split into pairs and moved into position.

Ghost and the newcomer moved like shadows, their steps silent and deliberate. They communicated through subtle gestures, a language known only to those who had spent countless hours training together. As they neared the entrance, Ghost paused, turning to face the newcomer. They exchanged a brief nod, a silent affirmation of their shared purpose.

The breach was executed flawlessly, and Ghost and the newcomer swept into the compound with guns raised. The interior was dimly lit, crates of weapons stacked along the walls. They moved with precision, clearing rooms and eliminating guards with calculated efficiency. It was during this chaotic ballet of combat that Ghost began to recognize the undeniable skill and determination of the newcomer.

As they moved deeper into the compound, they uncovered evidence of the arms dealer's nefarious operations. Documents, shipping manifests, and encrypted communications painted a grim picture of a world on the brink of chaos. Ghost felt a spark of respect for the newcomer, a recognition of their shared commitment to the mission.

But the mission took an unexpected turn when they cornered the arms dealer in a dimly lit room. He was armed and desperate, his eyes wild with fear and defiance. Shots rang out, the air thick with tension as bullets whizzed past. In the chaos, the newcomer took a hit, their shoulder grazed by a bullet.

Ghost's instincts kicked in, his focus shifting from the arms dealer to the fallen teammate. He provided cover fire as they retreated to a safer position. Adrenaline surged through his veins as he applied pressure to the wound, his movements sure and steady. In that moment, Ghost saw beyond the mask and the reputation, recognizing the vulnerability that lay beneath.

The arms dealer was subdued, the mission accomplished, but Ghost's thoughts were with the wounded newcomer. As the team regrouped and the compound was secured, they were airlifted to safety. The newcomer's wound was tended to, and Ghost watched from a distance, his usually stoic demeanor softened by concern.

Days turned into weeks, and as the newcomer recovered, Ghost found himself drawn to their side. They trained together, their movements fluid and synchronized. They shared stories, laughter, and quiet moments of camaraderie. Ghost's skepticism began to wane, replaced by a growing bond that he couldn't quite explain.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon once more, Ghost found himself sitting beside the newcomer on the rooftop of their safehouse. The city stretched out before them, a tapestry of lights and shadows. The air was filled with a sense of possibility, of second chances.

"You know, I wasn't sure about you at first," Ghost admitted, his voice low and measured.

The newcomer turned to him, a wry smile tugging at their lips. "I could tell."

Ghost chuckled softly, a rare sound that felt like a balm to his own wounded soul. "But you proved yourself. And not just on the field. You're resilient, resourceful."

The newcomer's gaze held his, their eyes a mirror of understanding. "You're not so bad yourself, Ghost."

The nickname, once a source of mystery and intimidation, now felt like a badge of honor. Ghost leaned back, his shoulders brushing against the wall, and for the first time in a long while, he let himself relax.

As the night wore on, the temperature dropped, and the two of them huddled closer together for warmth. The stars above were like distant beacons, guiding them forward. Ghost's fingers brushed against the newcomer's, and without a word, they intertwined, a silent promise of companionship and understanding.

The war raged on, the battles growing fiercer, but Ghost and the newcomer faced each challenge side by side. Their bond deepened, a connection forged in the crucible of conflict and shared purpose.

And so, it was on a quiet night, after a particularly grueling mission, that Ghost found himself sitting on the edge of his bed, lost in thought. The weight of the world was heavy on his shoulders, the ghosts of the past always lurking at the periphery of his mind.

The door to his room creaked open, and the newcomer entered, their gaze gentle and unwavering. Without a word, they approached Ghost, their presence a soothing balm to his weary soul. They sat down beside him, their shoulder pressing against his, a silent reminder that he was not alone.

"You know," the newcomer said softly, "even ghosts need someone to lean on."

Ghost turned to them, his gaze meeting theirs, and in that moment, he felt a warmth he had long denied himself. He reached out, his fingers grazing their cheek, and they leaned into his touch, their eyes closing in contentment.

"Maybe you're right," he admitted, his voice a whisper.

The room was filled with a quiet intimacy, the air heavy with unspoken words and the promise of tomorrow. As exhaustion claimed them, they shifted closer, Ghost's arms wrapping around the newcomer, their bodies fitting together as if they had always belonged.

In the stillness of the night, beneath the weight of their pasts and the uncertainty of the future, Ghost and the newcomer found solace in each other's arms.

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Taking a step back

It is with a heavy heart that I am informing you that I am taking a step back from all media at the moment when it comes to creating. I am not in the right mindset to be doing so and need to grieve and heal before I can do so again. I do not know how long this hiatus will be, but I am truly sorry!

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Soooooo I’m just gonna leave these here…..

……these babies….hot and need hugs…

I don’t own them.