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Louis knew somewhere deep down that he was being a little childish, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care that Lestat didn’t need a reason to not want to look at his photos. He didn’t care that he and Lestat weren’t together, that it was his decision, and that Lestat wasn’t really behaving any differently than he had before. He didn’t like that Lestat was always hundreds if not thousands of miles away from him, making people laugh who weren’t him, performing for people who weren’t him, having sex with people who weren’t him.
He didn’t like it, but he wasn’t about to admit that to Lestat.
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- Part 10 of Anon Drabbles
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06 Oct 2025
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Glorious piece. Took away some of the hurt after realizing IWAV was over
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Captain John MacTavish had a problem. This was not new; as the one in charge of the 141 he had to deal with a great deal of problems of various calibers. Nor was it new for his lieutenant to manage to create and solve his problems in equal measure. What was new was this specific problem. It was driving him insane in a way nothing else had managed to in quite some time, its source was around constantly, and worst of all, there was fuck all he could do about it.
Captain John MacTavish had a problem, and that problem was Ghost's lower half in his new tac gear.
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Ghost's hand slid up into the bottom of his mohawk, fingers grabbing a fistful of hair as he arched into him. "Promise, captain?" A thread of desperation ran through the words. Both of them were familiar with things worth dying for, but neither of them knew how to handle something like this–something worth living for.
John let go of the hip harness with his other hand and wrapped it around the other's jaw, turning his head so they were face to face, mere inches apart, the long lines of their bodies overlaid. "Yeah, Riley." Desire, commitment, intent; all that and more distilled down into one short phrase. "I promise."
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Soap has no idea what he's doing to Ghost. Gaz very much does and is not above having a little fun at the lieutenant's expense.
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15 Jul 2025
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Simon isn't used to luxury or opulence.
He inadvertently ends up in the sights of one John MacTavish – rich, middle-aged, looking for someone to spoil.
"So you want to be, like, my sugar daddy?" Simon asks, jokingly. It's not a joke anymore when John says yes.
Simon grows to like luxury and opulence rather much.
(or: I think simon riley deserves to be a sugar baby to an older, gruff, lascivious john mactavish. they fuck 90% of the time)
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20 Mar 2025
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Simon had thought about this. Thought of seeing Soap again, of what he’d say. Fuck knows he had endless hours of loneliness to fill. To think and think some more. To overthink his fucking thinking. To rehearse bullshit conversations he’d never have. Catastrophize, wish for encounters that would never come to pass. Hate himself for hoping, hoping so loud he gave himself a bloody headache.
But here was his chance, one of those conversations laid out before him, waiting to be had, and all Simon could say was, “Johnny, let go.”
Many years after they've both left the service, Simon and Johnny get another chance at their almost relationship.
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17 Feb 2025