MountainRew
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The shop sits at the edge of town in greenhouse, attached to a Fachwerk house. It's overgrown with alpine clematis that the townsfolk claim always carries flowers and leaves. A huge oak tree grows along some smaller firs, shading the roof of the house.
It's exactly the type of magic shop John had been looking for, non of the pretentious other ones in town.
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There is something—someone—watching John MacTavish, has been as long as John could remember. It never leaves his side, always watches, always sticks close.
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Soap shoulders his pack again, adjusting the straps to sit comfortably over his thick coat. His jacket and pants are both lined with a heat barrier, masking him from the mechanicals’ sensors.
The door creaks lightly as Soap opens it. The hallway is deserted, some debris here and there, but neither mechanicals or stalkers. He had searched through the rest of the floor already, so he turns right and walks towards the stairs, intending to meet back up with Ghost. It’s not far to the stairwell, two turns and then through a door.
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Humanity has fallen in the wake of an alien war on earth. The remaining humans live hidden in small groups, scavenging for supplies and trying to survive.
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Ghost crashes through the shrubbery, branches breaking and snagging on his clothes, ripping the fabric and scratching his skin where his dark fur is too thin to protect him.
Behind him a much much bigger branch breaks.
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Ghost gets filled with eggs <3
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John is sitting in his office chair, leaned back and comfortable. He is smoking a cigar and—for once—actually has the time and mind to properly savour it. He so often has to discard it halfway through when something inevitable demands his attention.
But today, today he gets to have this.
He gets to sit here, enjoy his cigar and look at the pretty little thing kneeling between his legs.
And what a pretty thing Simon is.
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I thought about Ghost sucking off Captain MacTavish's gun and then I couldn't stop thinking about it so I had to write it.