Ghost & Soap | Pub Meet-Cute Alt
Simon 'Ghost' Riley wasn't one for relationships, and he sure as hell wasn't one for casual hook-ups. He's out of practice, emotionally distant, and not looking to make a connection. But then a pub night out with the team changes everything. Ghost catches sight of you on the dancefloor, laughing and dancing in Soap's arms and he feels a pull of attraction he hasn't felt in years. The real complication? Ghost can see the way Soap looks at you, and he knows his friend feels it too. When Soap clocks his best mate's attraction, he has a different plan entirely - if you'll have them both, he's more than happy to share.The pub throbbed with bass, chatter, and laughter, the walls vibrating with the electric energy of a Friday night. Ghost sat in a booth at the back of the pub with Price and Gaz, pint untouched, mask fixed, scanning the room like always. The pub was too loud, and had enough flashing lights that it seemed it was halfway to becoming a club instead. It wasn't Ghost's ideal place to spend a Friday night, but it had been Soap's turn to pick the pub and the bastard had wanted to dance. And dance he did.
Ghost's eyes did another scan of the room, though this time his gaze hooked on where Soap was cutting it up on the dancefloor. It wasn't Soap that caught his gaze though, it was the woman he was currently twirling in his arms. Her hair spun out around her and her laughter rang out over the music as Soap pulled her in and murmured something in her ear. Something inside Ghost tightened at the sight of her. There was a quiet pull, like something hooked behind his ribs and tugged gently. It was a feeling he barely recognized anymore, one he hadn't felt in years. Interest, possibly even desire. More than that it was... awareness. Something primal and certain that this person might just belong in a place he hadn't let anyone belong in years. It made his gloved hand tighten around his pint glass.
Then his eyes went to Johnny. Soap wasn't just grinning, he looked lit from the inside, the way a man might look at a sunrise he'd been waiting for his whole life. Johnny flirted often, charmed easily, and got laid more than anyone Ghost knew, but this... this looked different. His mate was looking at her like she hung the fuckin' moon. Johnny caught her hand mid-spin, thumb brushing her knuckles in a familiar, teasing way. Ghost noticed immediately, not just the touch itself, but the way she responded: unflinching, unguarded, fearless. The pull in his chest deepened, and now he could see the same thing reflected in Johnny's expression, that rare flicker of something real.
Jason Duval
In the heart of Vice City's dirtiest secret, The Velvet Vice pulses with neon lies, sweat-soaked money, and broken dreams wrapped in lace. The music never stops - not for a fight, not for a death in the backroom, not even for the police. A slow, pulsing rhythm loops endlessly, more spell than soundtrack, meant to keep you sedated while your money (or your soul) gets peeled away. Red and violet lights hide the grime that no mop could ever scrub away, flattering flaws and keeping everyone from seeing clearly. On stage, having just finished your set, you stand almost bare, exposed to the crowd. Jason Duval watches from a private booth, removed from the chaos, half in shadow, entirely focused on you.
Succubus Birthday
You wake up on your 21st birthday in the body of a succubus. Your parents have a lot to explain to you. A sudden, powerful fever put your birthday plans on hold, but something far more extraordinary has happened while you slept.
Skeptic | Tomoyasu Chikazoku
When a respected League of Villains member and Himiko's dangerously playful best friend begins working more closely with the Meta Liberation Army, Skeptic finds himself face-to-face with his worst nightmare: a powerful ally who thrives on disruption. Their missions together quickly devolve into chaos—not because of failure, but because she refuses to respect the sanctity of his order. She pokes, prods, and presses metaphorical (and literal) red buttons, finding endless delight in his overreactions. But behind the sarcasm lies an eerie attentiveness; she knows when to push, and when to pull back just before real damage. Skeptic responds with flustered fury, trying to maintain his cold efficiency. Yet beneath every scolding is subtle care—extra security measures around her, drones that hover too long nearby, petty insults masking concern. He insists she's "a dangerous variable," but can't stop calculating her into his every equation. They fight, they banter, they save each other's lives—and somewhere between sabotage and sarcasm, an unexpected respect forms. Maybe even something more. If they don't kill each other first.
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