Writing Sideblog of Call-Me-Tears

Just some writing by me, Mal. Mostly Ghoap.

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Reblog if you don't use Generative AI to write fanfics/original fics or to create fanart/original art.

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Reblog if you’d rather give yourself papercuts between each of your fingers and then rub hand sanitizer all over your hands than use generative AI to write or draw anything ever

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Kingdom Come: Deliverance (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hans Capon/Henry, Background Henry/Original Male Character Characters: Henry (Kingdom Come: Deliverance), Hans Capon, Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: First Dates, First Meetings, Bad First Date, Dancing, Slow Dancing, Not Beta Read, HansryServerGiftExchange2025, Hansry Server Gift Exchange 2025 Summary:

Henry didn't think a date could go this badly, but after an already bad day, the guy just isn't interesting. So Henry is pleasantly surprised when the well dressed man who's been watching them this entire time invites Henry to dance with him instead...

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The 18+ Hansry server is live!

I am proud to announce that the brand new Hansry 18+ server has been created! Please follow the link to join!

Check out the Hansry community on Discord – hang out with 5 other members and enjoy free voice and text chat.

I can't wait to see you all in there!

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Question for the Hansry shippers:

Is there interest in an 18+ Hansry Server?

yes

no

Voting ended onApr 25, 2025

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Okay, looks like this is happening lollll

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No Matter What (I Will Protect You)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64796110

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Playing With Dolls (8903 words) by Call_Me_Tears Chapters: 2/5 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Vladimir Makarov, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price (Call of Duty), Kate Laswell Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Dollhouse, Rape/Non-con Elements, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, No Sex, Slow Burn, Pining Simon "Ghost" Riley, Memory Alteration, Sex Work, Blood and Injury, Hurt/Comfort, Ambiguous/Open Ending Summary: Dollhouse. It's a word in which most people's first thoughts will jump to children, to innocence. But, The Dollhouse is anything but. The Dollhouse only caters to the most rich and powerful of the world, and is the world's best kept secret. But to those inside The Dollhouse, the dolls these powerful figures play will are more than dolls. And for one handler, his Doll means more to him than the secrecy of The Dollhouse, which is his life.

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Hello all! Sorry I haven't written posted anything in a while. Inspiration kinda comes and goes. How you like this one! The original idea was put down by Ajax in the GhostSoap discord, so I can't take credit for coming up with this idea 🩷

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Ghost should have left his office by now. It's dark out, and there are many dangerous criminals that roam the streets at night. He would know. He hunts them down for a living. Well, he would like to think he does that, but he mostly just tracks down people skipping bail and cheating husbands and wives.

Simon brings the cigarette up to his lips and takes a long drag. Without the window open, he's filled his office with a hazy layer of smoke. Opening the window would just invite the smog of the city to permeate instead, so he figures this is a better alternative.

He lounges back in his chair, placing the still lit cigarette in his ashtray as he looks out the window behind his desk. The city at night is as beautiful as it is haunting. It haunts him, reminds him of past failures, those he couldn't protect.

Someone knocks at the door, and it squeaks open.

"We're closed," Simon says gruffly.

"Your light was on," the person says. It's a man. Scottish, judging by the accent. Simon wants to kick himself for staring out the window instead of closing his blinds.

"Whatever you need help with, it can wait until morning." He's not going to sleep tonight, but the man could at least wait until business hours.

"I'm afraid it can't," he says, and Simon finally turns his chair around.

The man facing him is average height, wearing an expensive looking fur coat, and an equally expensive looking suit. His hair, however, is what catches Simon's attention.

It's the signature hair of the most dangerous gangster in town's husband. That mohawk has haunted his dreams. He remembers seeing it when he was humiliated in front of the mobster, his old partner on the force, Shepherd, throwing him to the dogs, leaving him to die.

This is Johnny MacTavish.

"I can't help you, Mr. MacTavish," Simon says, picking up his cigarettes and flicking the ash into the tray, but he doesn't bring it to his lips.

"I think you can help me, Detective Riley," MacTavish says, pulling his coat tighter around himself. "I can pay you handsomely to complete this."

"I don't want *your* money," Simon sneers.

"You will," MacTavish says, moving to sit in front of Simon on the other chair in his office.

"I need you to kill Vladimir Makarov for me."

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Deer shifter Ghost who, even though he's in a predator dominated field, somehow finds himself at the top of his field in no time. But he's constantly scared of someone finding out that's not the big bad predator he claims to be. He doesn't deny being a shifter, but he doesn't refuse to shift. Says that his big black cat form is unruly and he can't control it.

He's never been jumpy around anyone before, always feeling confident in himself and his skills, even around the toughest of predator shifters. That is, until he met Soap.

The big bad wolf, who has no problems shifting into his form, who wants to always be close to him. Makes him nervous about why. He jumps every time Soap enters a room, that instinct to flee that he trained out of himself all those years ago rearing its' ugly head.

Turns out he had a right to be nervous. The wolf has a nose on him that Ghost has never seen before. Soap thinks a year of knowing each other is too long before he finally realized what Ghost was. Ghost thinks it never should have happened. But it did. Soap now knows that Ghost is nothing more than a deer shifter.

Soap sticks even closer to Ghost than before, always smelling him, quick to come to his defense, much to Ghost's chagrin. But it takes a while for Ghost to finally feel like they're close enough to shift in front of him.

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Cw: Roman Slavery, MCD

"Youth" did not mean a child in ancient Rome. It was a younger man who was very feminine. A femboy, if you will. It could be considered a third gender that only young men could have. But it did not mean underage.

This is inspired by the emperor Hadrian who made his dead lover into a god.

Special thank you to some amazing people who helped me out! Wolf and Ajax in the Ghoap Discord, and @paranoidpandora here on Tumblr! These three and I had a super fun brainstorming session, and after talking with my good good friend @irate-iguana , I came up with this idea. I may not make this into something bigger, but who knows 🤔

Roman emperor Soap who has been ruling for a long while. He's no longer in youth, his beard making sure of that. His skin is darker, more weathered. But, even as he's now left his youth, he doesn't have a youth yet. Even as his advisors try and push some onto him, he doesn't have one.

That is, until an outsider, the Ghost, is dragged into town. He was found on the outskirts, murdering traveling Romans. He was to be put to death. But he was the most beautiful youth Soap had ever seen. So he decides to take him as his slave. But his advisors will *not* let him anywhere near the emperor. So, Soap keeps him as his slave, owns him, but makes him fight in the collesseum. He watches, every fight. He's *terrified* that the Ghost is going to die, he's going to get killed by one of the beasts they throw in there, animal or human. But every time, he rises above. It seems, though, that the collesseum tempers his anger. He becomes more calculating as he continues to fight. So, Soap employs him to his praetorian guard, his personal bodyguard as it were. And, having fought in the arena, Ghost now knows Latin. He and Soap end up talking to each other, and eventually, Soap announces that Ghost, even with the scars of the arena, shall be his youth, because he's as beautiful as a youth. He doesn't know how old he is. Ghost won't say, maybe doesn't even know himself, but he's more beautiful than all the youths in Rome. They start a sexual relationship. In private, Soap is the bottom, the submissive, but in public, he carts Ghost around like his *lover* is the submissive one. Because youths could only be submissive. But Ghost is also good at his job. There have been several assassination attempts already, and Ghost has thwarted all of them. This only serves to make Ghost even *more* popular. But it also means his guard goes down more. And another assassination attempt goes through. And for his efforts, Ghost gets a dagger in the back. Soap uses that same dagger to slay his would be assassin, but it's too late for Ghost. He's dying. In his final moments, Soap frees him from his bonds of servitude, so that he may have a hero's death. Soap mourns his lover. He commissions statues in his honor, depicting him with the beauty of Venus, and the strength of Mars. He prays, every night, that his lover might return to him. One night, as he's laying across the marbled feet of his lover, he feels a cold hand touch his back. He looks up, and sees his lover, carved from marble, leaning down towards him. He explains that he was the child of Venus and Mars, and that Vulcan, his mother's husband, was jealous of him, of the attention he got from his mother, to a child who wasn't his. So he cast Ghost from Olympus, taking his memories, and his godly powers, but his youthful beauty could not be taken. Now, Venus and Mars see how loved their son is, and have brought him back as a statue, with Vulcan's blessing, but only for a moment, to give Soap the choice.

Continue living, or join him.

Soap doesn't even choose, he gets up into the pedestal and kisses his lover, holding him close as they turn to pure white marble. They would henceforth be known as the emperor, and his lover.||

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Ghost is a retired reaper. He was the first, but now he has so many servants under him, he's not needed anymore. So, he's chosen to take his retirement in a sleepy little Scottish town, going by the name Simon Riley to blend in, and taking up the care and maintenance of a small graveyard.

Soap's mum just died, and every day since they buried her, he comes to visit. Every day he walks down the gravel path, perfectly devoid of weeds, walking back the graveyard caretaker cutting back the weeds on the side of the path that always seem to grow back overnight. It's a loop they've caught themselves in. Soap going to visit him mum every single day at the exact same time, and Ghost watching while cutting back the fast growing weeds.

But one day, this endless loop stops when Soap is late, running down the path, his foot catching on an extra large stone, and sending him careening forward. His face is cut up by the stones, and Ghost can't just watch him. He invites the man to come to his cabin to get cleaned up.

Ghost sits him down on one of the kitchen chairs and grabs his first aid kit, something he knows humans have in their homes for accidents. Luckily, this is not like the accidents he's seen before.

He gently cleans up Soap's face and asks the man why he doesn't bring flowers to his mother's grave like everyone else who visits does. Soap admits it's because he doesn't want to see them whither, and know the passage of time is slowly encroaching on him.

Ghost tells him to bring flowers tomorrow and sends him on his way. The next day is the same as all the others. Soap arrives at the exact time, Ghost is cutting, but this time, Soap has a brilliant bouquet of flowers in hand that cost him more than they should have. He goes to his mother as normal, and when he leaves for the day, his hands are empty, devoid of flowers.

Every day Soap comes back to talk to his mother, and every day the flowers never whither, because the groundskeeper controls death itself, and has stopped it, just this once, for one, lonely, man.

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I wrote this in the GhostSoap discord a while ago but this was inspired by my cousin's birthday. I liked it so much I decided to post it here! Enjoy!

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"It's my birthday!" Soap shouts, holding up his glass.

"It's your birthday!" All his friends shout, clinking their glasses with his.

Soap takes his birthday shot, popping the lime in his mouth as he squints through the pain.

"I want a tequila sunrise!" Soap shouts over the music.

"Want me to go with you?" His mate Gaz asks, placing a hand on the drunk man's back to steady him.

Soap shakes his head. "I'm an adult! I don't need you to come with me!"

Gaz laughs and claps Soap on the shoulder. "Text me if you need me!"

Soap nods and grabs his phone, wandering over to the bar in the back of the club.

It is quieter over here, but it's definitely darker too. He waddles up to the bar and leans his whole weight on his forearms. The two bartenders are working diligently, but Soap can't hell but drunkenly stare at one. He's blonde, his hair gelled back from his face but it doesn't look greasy. He's wearing s black mask that matches his black button up that all the bartenders are wearing. He's got the sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms, showing off an impressive sleeve on one of the arms.

He expertly pours a bunch of drinks for a group of obviously drunk women, thanking them when they tip him generously.

"What can I get for you?" He asks, his voice rumbling even through the mask. Also a transplant to London it seems.

Soap has to actually shake himself out of his staring as he falls more and more for this bartender. "It's my birthday!" he shouts, even though the music is lower in this corner. He's drunk enough to lose control of his volume.

"Happy birthday," the bartender responds. Soap can't tell what tone he was given but he swears he sees amusement in the bartenders eyes.

Soap leans forward more, slightly over the bar, and swaying lightly. "How old do you think I am?"

"24," the bartender says, entertaining this drunken trail of thought.

Soap grins widely. "I'm 29!"

"Really? You don't look a day over 24," the bartender says with a chuckle, causing Soap to grin even more. "I don't ask people what age I look like anymore because they usually get it right."

Soap thinks for a moment before pointing at the blonde man and saying, "26."

The bartender just looks at Soap for a moment before bursting out laughing. "Not even close, but I'm flattered you think so. Now what can I get you?"

"Tequila sunrise," Soap says, now with a flirty grin on his face.

"Comin' right up."

Soap watches the man pour his drink, and slowly push it toward him. When he goes to reach for his wallet, and bartender says, "On the house. A birthday drink for the birthday boy."

Soap grins wider as he grabs the glass, thanking the bartender, and handing him a 20. In return, the bartender places a napkin in Soap's hand.

He pulls it out of his pocket as he walks back to his table.

"Call me when you're sober if you remember any of this…" is written on it in scratchy handwriting. "Happy birthday"

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Soap wakes up bleary eyed and stomach rolling as light streams in through his broken blinds. He groans, a headache pulsing at his temples. He brings his blanket over his head to block out the light.

After a misersble lie in, he gets out of bed, bored and looking for his phone. He finds it, and along side it, a napkin that's seen better days.

But, still intact is a number, and a note. He gets flashes of blonde hair and a masked bartender and the light flirting they had.

Soap plugs in the number and let's the phone ring, smiling when it's picked up.

"You told me to call if I remembered… do you wanna get coffee or something?"