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“Where am I?” Giyū manages, his voice barely louder than a whisper.
“I brought you to a wisteria house,” Sabito replies. “I mean, you’re wearing the uniform of the Demon Slaying Corps, so I figured it’d be okay.”
Giyū blinks at Sabito slowly. He’d been expecting an answer more along the lines of “the afterlife” or “purgatory.”
“Anyway, I’m Sabito,” Sabito continues, and Giyū feels more and more lost with every word. “Although you probably know me as the Water Pillar.”
(Or: A convenient demon blood technique sends Giyū to a timeline where he's dead and Sabito's alive.)
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i'll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue and final resting place by tboi
Fandoms: 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime)
29 May 2021
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Sabito feels much older than his twenty one years, like he’s outgrown his body - and even still, he remains the child who failed to protect his friend on the mountain.
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18 Jun 2026
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"There’s a popular, unspoken feeling in the team. Ghost is loyal to MacTavish. He’ll back him up all the way and play the role of second, but a lone wolf is still a lone wolf when you take the lead away."
Perspectives across Task Force 141 over the years on Ghost, Soap, Ghost-and-Soap, command, trust, and accidentally building a family when you were supposed to build a Task Force.
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28 Jan 2026
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It should have been a no-brainer, really. Ghost should have balked at the thought of spending time in close proximity to any of his colleagues, let alone the one man that he actually had the potential to disappoint. That was his rule — distance meant safety.
It should have been an easy answer.
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When the news of three weeks’ forced leave reaches Ghost, he’s resigned himself to loneliness in an empty base. That is, until a certain Sergeant offers him an invitation he just can’t seem to refuse.
Or: the sheep farming fic nobody asked for
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16 Dec 2025
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There’s a teddy in Soap’s bed; a beaten-up, old brown bear. Well-loved, if the state of the fur is any indication. Ghost lets out a choked laugh, mostly at his own expense. He wishes he was there, suddenly, wishes he was by Johnny’s side as he walked through the doorway and realised that his childhood room was waiting for him like a time capsule. Wishes he got to see the embarrassed scrunch of his face, the way the tips of his ears would flush red.
Soap has a whole second life, outside of the SAS. He’s got a mother, and a poorly-decorated bedroom, and a bear. All Ghost has is a flat that will be the same it is today as it will be the day he dies, like he was never even here at all.
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07 Dec 2025