#selkie!simon

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Every year the Grimms spend a week vacationing by the seaside. One solstice morning, a 14-year-old Baz meets a strange but gorgeous boy called Simon. By the end of the day, he's hopelessly besotted.

But Simon doesn't come back the next day. Or the day after. Or the day after that. Baz is left pining and dealing with a local seal that suddenly won't leave him alone.

Now, exactly seven years later, Simon reappears and the two reconnect. And Baz learns that he's not the only one keeping secrets when Simon's sealskin goes missing.

Read chp 1 of The Selkie and his Boy on AO3 now! (T-rated, 2.5k, WIP)

(and thank you to @cutestkilla for sneaking an adorable seal into this banner!)

[the-shotce-newsletter]

Scene from a fic I started. Selkie Soap is stuck as a seal and has a lot to say to Price, who’s hunting for answers. He can easily scoot and hop around, but why do that when he can make Ghost carry him like a sack of potatoes? Gaz is the only amused one.

[machveil]

More selkie!soap 🙏🙏🙏

Selkie!Soap

Selkie!Johnny was sure he’d have at least a day or two to try and win your heart before your husband came home from being out on the sea - unpredictable weather and all. he didn’t expect to be looking up at a rugged, well built man first thing in the morning. Simon’s nearly black irises staring him down

“Oh— You’re up!”, your voice caught his attention, nervously looking past your husband, “I’m making breakfast. Simon, why don’t you grab John here a pair of clothes he can borrow.”. again, Johnny’s heart was beating quickly. looking after him, having your husband fetch him a pair of clothes, Johnny could steal you away now if he really wanted to. as soon as Simon left with a curt, grumbled huff Johnny was next to you

“Thanks for lettin’ me stay again, lass.”, voice low as he watched you cook. as long as your husband was out of the room Johnny could at least try to use his natural charm on you. “Appreciate it. I could just stay here forever, ya know?”, when you laughed, a smile tugging at your lips, John knew he was hooked. for all the past women he’d seduced and bedded, none of them had laughter like yours - none of them cared for his wellbeing or made his heart skip a beat. “You’re welcome to stay until you get back on your feet.”, music to his ears, he was just about to flirt when you continued, “Course, I’d have to ask my husband.”

your husband. it had Johnny looking around the small kitchen to make sure he was still in your room, “Ah— I’d imagine so.”, the small pout that settled on his lips caught your eye, just on the edge of your peripheral. admittedly, Johnny was handsome - a selkie with rugged, charming looks, not that you knew. to you, John looked like a normal, healthy man. big, a healthy layer of fat wrapped around his muscles. “Might have to convince him then, yeah?”, and there was his charming smile, lopsided and boyish. maybe he was being overly friendly when he rested his hand against the small of your back, a little too caught up in the moment to hear the floorboards creaking

a hand gripping the back of his shirt tugged him away from you slightly, a startled little noise resonating in Johnny’s throat. “Clothes.”, Simon’s low voice rumbling as he shoved a change of clothes to Johnny’s chest. “Ya know where the guest room is.”, short, curt words. all Johnny could manage was a tight smile and nod before he scrambled away from Simon, from you. Simon watched him turn the corner out of the kitchen, eyes squinting before he walked up behind you, arms wrapped snug around your waist

a gentle kiss pressed to the back of your head, Simon knew it as soon as he saw Johnny. a fisherman knows a selkie when he sees one. he knows the stories passed from ship to ship, from pub to pub. men crawling out of the sea and bedding women, their charming words and allure seducing pretty little things. “Mhm, found him on the shore— poor man was drenched, Simon. Don’t kick him out, let him sleep.”, that’s what you had told Simon when he heard Johnny snoring after he came home

a selkie, one that was cooped up with his wife. a selkie that… hadn’t seduced you and stolen you away. lips pressed against your hair, Simon closes his eyes. a selkie… hands settling over your stomach, he breathes out

[the-raindeer-king]

Selkie! Soap getting caught in Fisherman! Ghost's net, and he's mad at getting caught and not willing to go down without a fight. Except it's really unnecessary because Ghost isn't a poacher, and he's not interested in getting into a fight with a 600lbs+ animal.

It catches Soap off guard, and he keeps an eye on the fisherman after that, curious as to why he's even in the area. But it doesn't take long to figure out that he's just trying to catch fish, trying to make a living.

Soap takes it upon himself to help, chasing fish into the net. At first, it's really just to get the human out of his territory. But he gets used to the human's presence, to the routine of the fishing boat arriving at the crack of dawn.

Until the boat stops coming.

Well, really, that's just not acceptable in Soap's mind. They'd had this routine for months now, and to disappear without so much as telling him is rude. Sure, Ghost didn't know he was helping him, as Soap had kept himself out of sight. But he had been there! He deserves an explination!

So, he takes it upon himself to find Ghost on land, to swim to the dock that Ghost's boat is at, and look for the fisherman in the little town nearby, selkie coat pulled tight around himself.

[honeymiuse]

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Thinking about Selkie Reader x Fisherman Simon ...

You're a cautious thing, yet so curious. Your home in the chilly waters is of course, everything you could ever need, all of your friends and family and the other creatures who gossip with you about the rumors on land. But, oh, "you're so lucky," a lovely mermaid would say, "you could go up there if you really wanted," and she'd look to the fractured surface of water and floating ice, as if hoping to catch a glance of the cities, of the glowing lights and the rumored mechanisms that land dwellers busied themselves with.

It was unfortunate for you, a seed of curiosity is now nestled in the garden that is your restless heart.

Your friends can see it in your eyes, the new starry eyed mysticism as you lay on the floor, letting the water cradle you, the sunlight now dull through the later of floating ice overhead. It was once dreamy the way the ocean bent the light, but now it was a reminder that you were only in a bubble, and that there was an entire universe beyond your home.

And when they know they can't stifle the wanderlust for any longer, your friends kiss you goodbye, blessing you with their worries, and leaving you with a bit of advice.

"Don't ever let your coat out of your sight," worried whispers in the water around you, "they'll take it, and keep you forever."

A worry begins to gnaw at the fruit of your heart, but you swallow it down for now.

On land you wear your coat like the people do, a pretty overcoat with plain clothing, not to draw attention to yourself during your journey. Carefully you paint yourself as one experienced in the ways of everyday life in the cold little town, letting the glee of a new world bubble up in your chest, overflowing to the very tips of your fingers, a warm buzzing all over.

Who could fail to notice such ebullience? Such pure wonder? Your eyes alight at every little thing, and no measure of strength could defeat your smile; within yourself or the wonderous new world.

It's why he noticed you at all.

Working a long day, he'd been up before the sun and the rest of the world, out with nets in the blistering cold. Calloused by the many mornings, the many years in this line of work had made him unyielding, and unfeeling to the softness of his coat. Not that it mattered, since the material had weathered with him, the sherpa matted and scratchy.

So when a bright eyed thing like you wonders by the docks that morning he nearly tumbles over his feet.

You look at the world like it's all brand new, you smile at nearly everything, yet somehow find it in you to tamper that feeling. His heart aches to see something so pure, so warm in this cold town.

You walk by into the town. What a pretty thing like you was doing at the docks, he'll never know, but his ribs hurt when he knows you likely won't be back on this side of the land.

But you are, every morning. He's back in time to just miss you crawling out of the water, and every morning he can only admire you more. He wants to see what it is that makes you see the world that way. Maybe you could tell him how to be softer. What do you see in the grey, snowy village and icy waters that he doesn't? He wonders if it was a matter of perspective, kneeling down an inch or more to keep his head beside yours, following your hands when you point.

He manages to become a part of your routine, though through time he notices more about you.

Your skin glistens in the early morning, there's an added chill about you, yet you never tremble. You're unfamiliar with many things, the first time he brings you into a shop with him, are you so innocent that you've never ordered a meal at a counter before?

And your eyes...

You were always so full of wonder, of joyful bewilderment, yes, but up close everything was different. They shimmered, impossibly ethereal in comparison to anyone he'd met. Deep and vast, most certainly from a realm beyond his own.

He weren't completely witless, he could tell there was something strange about you. Something inhuman, though he dared not to call it that. He'd grown to adore you anyhow, you were an angel, a beacon of softness, a cheery filter over the cloudy world he'd known. He couldn't put his finger on it, and he wouldn't dare, it was unthinkable to imagine offending you with such questions of the validity of your humanity.

He begins to bring you gifts. Shiny trinkets and tasty treats, always bewildered when you'd informed him you'd never had one before! You'd never tasted this before! What was it!

He was suspicious, especially upon gifting you one of his old watches, to which you exclaimed gleefully, "Oh, what is it!!"

But again, he had no reason to worry. If you were something malicious, you'd likely have scouted the world you planned to ruin a little better and at least know what a pocket watch was.

You are charmed. Your first human friend. Even more so when he invites you over for dinner. A small cabin, you've never been invited to a human's home before! The floors are made of wood and the walls have paper on them and there's a fire in the center and th—

He's trying to take your coat.

You're out the door, and it's only then that it clicks with him, and he realizes the error of his ways.

He doesn't dare to chase or to try and explain. He's been trapped before, he wouldn't dare sentence you to even a fraction of the feeling, so he will let you go.

Watches the dim evening sky as you don't even bother to take the path, you run straight over bramble and rocks to dive into the water.

[bebemoon]

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[bzurk]

ghost x selkie!reader

cw: abduction

Until the day she came to land and shed her skin lying in the sand, He stole what he believed he earned and took her by the hand, And he said: "Selkie, now you belong to me!"

“Please,” the soldier's mind was abruptly yanked from his thoughts as a soft, pleading voice pierced through the air. Neutral brown eyes met the sight of a young woman, standing bare and vulnerable, her eyes flitting from the coat in his hands to the pod of seals retreating from the sand into the ocean. “Would you kindly return my pelt?”

Ghost had, unwittingly, heard tales of Selkies, whispered amongst the elderly of the coastal town, all rumour and gossip he had overheard - bewitchingly beautiful beings who slipped between seal and human forms, wild and untamed like the sea itself. They were rare, elusive, creatures of legend. He often wondered where the stories came from. Now, faced with the reality, he stared at you, his gaze roving over your naked body, lingering on the enticing swell of your hips and thighs, as if tracing the curves of a precious sculpture.

"Please," you repeated, your voice trembling as you took a hesitant step towards him. "I need it back."

Ghost's mind raced as he tried to make sense of everything. He had always been a practical man, relying on logic and reason rather than tales and legends. But here in front of him stood a woman who seemed to defy all rational explanation. But the urgency in your voice, accompanied by your constant watch over the disappearing seals, is what made it click firmly into place in his mind.

Distantly, he recalled the belief that keeping a Selkie's pelt would bind them to the owner. His grip tightened around the warm, velvety fur in his hands. Sand fell from its surface effortlessly, the thin layer of fur slightly damp and slick. Despite being buried in the cold sand, it remained warm to the touch.

His initial curiosity and scepticism had transformed into a deep, burning fascination as he watched you squirm before him. You were ethereal, smooth swathes of bare skin glistening with drops of water that shone like the faces of a crystal, backlit by the glow of the moon over the ocean. He wondered if your skin would be as soft, as warm, as the pelt clutched between his brutish, calloused hands. He found himself imagining your touch, what it would be like to have you draped around him, to feel the softness of your skin against his, the soft caress of your hands over his body, touching him, teasing him, loving him.

And yet you still stood before him, pleading for the return of your pelt. But Ghost couldn't bring himself to let you go that easily. The thought of possessing you sent shivers down his spine, igniting a burning fire inside him that refused to be tamed. He could feel himself losing control as he watched you tremble before him, torn between staying with your pod or escaping with your precious pelt. He knew if he gave it back to you, you would flee. You’d rush off without a backward glance, vanishing like a wisp of fog in the morning sun, never to be seen again.

He couldn't let you go. He was captivated, already imagining what it would be like to possess you completely, undoubtedly high off the promise of complete power over somebody, to own them, to control them, bound to his side for as long as he held your prized coat.

“No,” he found himself saying, his voice a low rumble, slowly standing up. He carefully tucked your pelt into his bag, watching the colour drain from your face as you trembled in the cool night air. “I don’t think I will,” Ghost murmured, his presence looming over you like a gathering storm. He reached out, his grip gentle yet unyielding on your arm as you instinctively flinched and stepped back. “It’s quite soft, innit? Real nice. You mustn’t treasure it much if you left it out in the open like you did.”

You tried to pull away from his hold, desperation flashing in your eyes as you glanced at the ocean's promise of safety and freedom. But without your pelt, you were helpless, shore-bound.

You stumbled back, heart racing like a caged bird. Turning to call for help from your pod, you saw only the distant specks of their forms against the horizon. A leaden weight settled in your chest, and your resistance waned. You tried to run, but Ghost's grip on your arm was unyielding. He reached for you with his other hand, his touch meant to soothe but only further incited fear inside you.

His tugging was insistent, inescapable, shushing your noisy protests as he removed his coat and draped you in it. Ghost felt a smug satisfaction curl through him at the sight of you, drowning in the black cloth, a stark contrast to your ethereal beauty. Your feeble attempts to escape were in vain, your pleas swallowed by the night's indifferent silence.

With a heavy heart, you finally resigned yourself to your fate as a captive, knowing that your pod would never return for you, not after being spotted. With each step towards the unknown, the weight on your shoulders grew heavier, knowing that you would never be truly free again, not unless this monster of a man deemed it so.

[ghouldtime]

ITS OCTOBER. I know you're hiding monster headcanons for T141 probably. Share them ? ;D

🎃💀🪦⚰️👻 🍂HAPPY OCTOBER Y'ALL! THE FIRST OF MY FAVORITE MONTH! SPOOKY SEASON IS OFFICIALLY ON AND YOU KNOW ME

I LOVE MY MONSTERS AND CRYPTIDS ALIKE WOOOOO Ghoul is in my blog name for a reason

I'll give you a basic monster type of what I associate them with! (Also please i will happily write monster! 141 any time)

Captain John Price - Bogeyman

You know how he said that someone has to make the bad guys afraid of the dark? Yeah

I take that quite literally

Bogeyman are usually supposed to be an imaginary creature used to frighten children into good behavior. They're the thing lurking in the closet, the monster under the bed that isn't there when you check

Except he very much is, lingering on the edge of your periphery at night

His deal isn't scaring children, though. No, he's above that

He might be a bogeyman but he's still keeping his morals and intentions very well. He's still going after the real monsters of the world

He's always lurking in the dark, in the shadows, waiting to make his appearance and scare the every living daylights of whoever the next victim is

Or he's in between, stashing in the dark as he moves from place to place between targets

His appearance isn't drastically different, aside from longer limbs, sharp claws, and glowing eyes that follow your every movement in the dark. I also like giving him sharp teeth!

You know he's near if you catch the faintest whiff of cigars on the air. You may not see him but he's there, waiting for his chance

As long as you haven't done anything too bad lately, you have nothing to worry about. Maybe you can try to make friends with the monster under the bed

Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley- The Black Dog

I know I've done literal ghost Ghost and I LOVE cerberus ghost (Alone operator my beloved) but the black dog is just so fitting to him

They're spectral hellhounds associated with death itself - seeing one is a sure omen that death is near

They're also associated with electrical storms and crossroads, or places of execution and ancient pathways

The conversation of the two Shadows talking about Ghost mentioning that if you see him it's already too late had me thinking on it

If you see HIM, yeah, its likely death is near, imminent, and is looking for someone with your name

His appearance is that of an extra large black wolf like dog with shaggy fur, menacing teeth, and glowing red eyes. I still give him the ability to talk for extra menacing points

The skull is iconic so thought the dogs are usually solidly black, what identifies it as HIM are the few white stripes on his chin

That doesn't mean he's necessarily bad. As much as he's an omen of death, he can be a guide too - especially to those who are lost along the way

He's a creature of the night and shadows itself - you won't find him around in the day, he waits til darkness comes so he can truly use it to his advantage

Like the shadows said, if you see him, it's probably too late. Pray you're not the one he's seeking on behalf of death - much less, you're not the one he's introducing to it firsthand

Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick - The mimic/shapeshifter

I had to REALLY think on this because he doesn't strike me as any monster in particular. The only other one I'd really associate with him might be something like a poltergeist or a hitchhiking ghost

The mimic is a shapeshifting creature that can shift to match its surroundings, whether that be people or objects alike

I just saw it as him because, while he might appear charismatic and harmless on the outside, there's a whole lot he's hiding up his sleeves

He's adaptable, uses his environments to his advantage, and was the ONLY one in his class who escaped the facility and evaded capture in the RTI testing (I think that's the name for it and that part, correct me if im wrong I probably am)

Mimic/shapeshifter really fits his vibe well because he becomes what he needs to be

Of course, like any mimic, he lacks a 'true form' which is an amorphous flesh colored vaguely humanoid shape with razor sharp teeth (they all have sharp teeth, noticing a trend with these monsters)

That being said, he's not usually presenting as that. He's taking the form of whoever or whatever he needs to get the job done

I cannot emphasize how much you do not want to be on his bad side or have to deal with HIM going after you

He can be absolutely anywhere as anything. You're not going to be able to tell until its likely too late. That's his thing and he's GOOD at it

That said, he still has his humanity, he's still himself. You have to do something to piss him off or be one of his enemies to earn his ire and spite. Luckily he's mostly harmless

Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish - Selkie

I know I know, werewolf Soap is what everyone probably wanted. and I FULLY agree and love werewolf/dog coded Soap BUT HEAR ME OUT

FIRST OFF they're apart of Scottish folklore so we already have that going

Selkies are creatures that can shapeshift between a seal form and a human form by removing their seal skin. They typically hide their seal skin, because without it they cannot return to their home of the sea

They're usually harmless and simply want to be among humans or on land for a little while before they return to their lives at sea. However, they can become extremely violent, vengeful, and destructive when provoked

Soap just naturally has more of that seal personality! Smart, curious, playful, a bit cautious - and certainly has plenty of bite when provoked. Don't let that cute face fool you, they're hunters under the turbulent waters

SO NATURALLY I'm going to want to make him a seal creature

In seal form, I give him the appearance of a harbor seal! The main distinction is he has a more prominent ridge of fur running down his spine and he's a slightly darker shade than the other seals

In human form, he's still himself! Pretty blue eyes and all, ignore the slight webbing between his fingers it's totally just a genetic condition

He's absolutely no joke, though, no matter how cute and cuddly he looks. You do NOT want to play around with him under water, or you're being dragged down to where you're not seeing the light of day again

Just leave him be, bring him a fish or two, and you'll be fine

(I love selkie soap and seal soap in general its so him. But i will dually take Kelpie! Soap too)

(I also know Selkie! Soap is a very popular take but I LOVE IT and will eat it up)

[miilkybnn]

while drawing the pirate/mermaid ghostroach, friend suggested selkie roach and it hasn't left my brain since so enjoy these miniscule selkie roach thoughts + some cute ghostroach that i just HAD to include !!

I'll probably draw selkie roach a bit more than mermaid roach mostly because I'm having so much fun with the selkie coat idea so much so that I already have some cute ghostroach ideas planned tehehehe

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Hello, hello, hello! Thank you for the tag today @valeffelees (oh man your current WIP looks adorable!) and to everyone who tagged me on Sunday! My quiet was due to exhaustion after swimming in a pool in a wooded valley on the moor. Basically, I accidentally did that scene from WRATS. It was awesome.

Anyhoo! Chapter three of The Selkie and his Boy was posted yesterday. Hoping to have chapter four posted in the near future. Until then, here's a snippet.

“We’ve got to find it,” Simon says. “You can help me find it, right? Using a spell or something?” My step falters, but I strive for nonchalance. “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Oh.” He winces, lowering his voice. “Look, it’s alright, alright? I know. I know about the other thing, too.” Now my lip curls. “What thing?” He huffs, shuffling from foot to foot. “Look, I’ve always hated seagulls anyway. They hassled me when I was little. When I caught my first fish, I wanted to give it to my mum as a present and a bloody seagull stole it!”

Also, now Simon’s secret is out, he may have some explaining to do.

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[the-shotce-newsletter]

“Never been to a Selkie seaport before, Ghost?” In one version of my mythic au, Selkies commonly wear their skins like kilts when they come ashore…and nothing else. In said AU, shifters wear flexible collars instead of dogtags. Also, why are chibis so hard to draw?😅

[captain-mj]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ghost called her before he could second guess himself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"..."

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

"..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sure."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I thought you had a flat in Manchester?”

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

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

“Yes. You and me.” Ghost nodded. 

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

-

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

“Stop being a baby.”

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

“Yep.”

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

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

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

Ghost moved closer. “Sorry.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

[the-raindeer-king]

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

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

Big brain shit

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

ELDRITCH GHOST THO!

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

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

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

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

[the-whispers-of-death]

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

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

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

~ rusty

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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