#Hunter au Cod

[hurrraaid]

When tumblr has to get the 1/8th of a picture crop to meet guidelines 🤣

[emmster]

I curse you two with domestic bliss (with missions inbetween helping keep Sol safe)

[riddlesrose]

"come lay down," you yawn, turning over in the bed to face your husband who's practically got his nose stuck to the computer screen. he's been there far too long, working away on a report that looks far too much for a single person.

"i will, i will," he rubs at his eyes, leaning onto the back of the mesh chair. "only thing is, this should have been done an hour ago but-"

"the co-worker you were assigned isn't contributing, i know." you finish his sentence for him since he's been complaining about it for the past three days (rightfully so). you're a sliver more awake now, so you swing your legs out of the warm comforter and make your way to the simple wooden desk where your husband sits on the black wheely chair. the cool air makes you shiver just slightly.

he turns to ask what you're doing, but you've already got your hands on the back of the chair, wheeling it away from the desk. your husband is quick to react, grabbing the edge of the desk, clattering the keyboard against the mouse on accident, causing him to lose his grip. so now, he's being unwillingly wheeled towards the bed. you stop at the foot, releasing the chair at the same time.

"it's already an hour late, my love. HR has most likely left their computers, it can be turned in tomorrow." you lean your chin on the top of his head after you speak and you feel his posture start to sink further into the chair.

"i..." he straightens back up, "suppose you're right." he lifts himself off the desk chair. you step back so he can wheel it back and shut the PC off.

you're already back in bed by the time your husband is finished changing into a simple pair of plaid pants and a loose fitting shirt. you open your arms as he approaches, inviting him into your embrace. he graciously accepts your offer, melting into your warmth mixed with the thick comforter. he tucks his head between your jaw and collarbone, wrapping an arm around your middle and sighing softly.

as the two of you slowly slip into sleep, you feel him draw gentle letters on the skin of your arm. with nimble concentration, you're able to make out what he's spelling. you push the hair away and press a kiss to his forehead, "i love you too."

masterlist

[feralforfrank]

witch hunter!price gets caught in one of your traps, slashes his thigh, and gets a few cuts and bruises on his arms and abdomen. you're not one to take pity on the ones who hunt you down for a price insultingly low, but his wide, unfocused eyes and the way he looks up to you when you find him on the forest floor a few days later make you huff and roll your eyes before you decide to make a healing potion for that nasty gash. he slurps it down, rough, dirty hands cupping your clearly smaller and softer hands in a gentle hold.

[quarterlifekitty]

Another installation of the MonsterHunter!AU

Context: a baku is a demon/yokai that eats bad dreams. It has a lot of depictions, often in modern times its design is loosely based on the Malayan tapir. So I picture reader as being a tapir girl, with the cute ears, and some teeny tusks. And that really cute mottling that baby tapirs have bc it’s my post and I do what I want. But she can look however you like, really.

While Price often takes killing bounties, Ghost is a bit less picky. He doesn’t mind capturing monsters alive and delivering them to the highest bidder.

Lately, there’s been a trend amount the local nobles. Get a baku, and it will eat your child’s bad dreams, they say. So demand is high. These people don’t know that a baku can also eat your hopes and ambitions if it isn’t well fed on nightmares, but Ghost doesn’t really care to inform them.

It was supposed to be a quick and easy job— be back before dinner. But things often don’t go to plan in this line of work. If you can manage to find a baku, capture is easy. They don’t have a means of really defending themselves, and they’re docile by nature. Ghost doesn’t realize how attractive such a thing is to other bounty hunters.

He doesn’t even tie your hands when he finds you. Baku are not stupid. You know he’s faster and stronger than you are. The rival bounty hunters throwing a weighted net over you don’t realize this.

He spends half the day taking them down one by one as you’re dragged behind them in the forest. Not enough time to travel back to the guild, he has to camp out. Ghost uses his knife to cut you loose. Out of precaution, he draws his symbol on your back with a prick of his blood so you’ll be bound to his vicinity. But he doesn’t see the sense in keeping you cramped in the net.

He manages to forget what you are when he gets to sleep. You amble to his side when he starts to thrash with the visions of dead heaped up across the landscape. You sigh, gently planting a hand on his chest and coaxing the vapor of his dreams from him.

It’s the best you’ve had. So addicting you follow the plume straight to his mouth, kissing him through the cloth of his mask. It tastes of glistening red, of a brittle splintering husk, like ichor pouring from the wound of a god.

Simon startles when he awakes and sees the position of the sun in the sky. Much later than he’s risen in years. And he slept through the night, entirely uninterrupted, which is completely unheard of.

And he feels like a fucking new man. The light of the sun doesn’t feel like punishment against his skin, piercing beneath the thin membrane of his eyelids. He feels light. Packs up camp, nearly overflowing with energy,

You smile at him, flicking your little tapir ears. You look good, too. Healthy, shining hair and bright eyes. Strangely pretty, for a dream demon. You follow him closely without much provocation when he decides it’s time to get going.

He thinks about forgoing the bounty. His sigil fades from your back, falling in rusted flakes from the large white patch of your two-toned fur. He’ll get something more permanent for you when you’re back at the guild. He’s certain he has enough nightmares to keep you fed for the rest of his life.

[thirstykateyes]

I couldn’t help but wanna draw @hurrraaid ‘s cryptid hunter au because it’s just so much fun!! So I hope this isn’t too bad! (I drew this forever ago and just haven’t posted it here yet adfgh)

[brokenpieces-72]

Took me a while but here it is. Learned how to make it glow online. happy belated birthday @emmster

Made in procreate

The original by the lovely emmster.

[the-palelady]

CAN I PLZ HAVE SOME HUNTER GHOST MAID READER HCS???? IM OBSESSED

anything for you my love! ( •̀ ω •́ )♡

cw ; brief mentions of blood

hunter!ghost is silent as he comes and goes through cainhurst castle, not even speaking to queen annalise, but he’ll stop to speak with you

your focus tends to be drawn to whatever is in front of you whether that be wiping dust from the candelabras, sweeping the floors, or brushing away the patches of snow that build up on the flower boxes outside

ghost likes to catch you off guard, finding your little yelps or squeals endearing

when the two of you first met, you were far too shy to say anything, instead cautiously watching him as he sauntered off with an amused glimmer in his eyes

but now that you are much more familiar with the hunter’s presence, you instead turn to playfully smack his arm, “what if thou possessed a weapon?!”

“lil’ dove like ya would never think twice to carry a weapon.”

ghost is a hunter. of course he’s clever, astute. so he knows how to roam about the palace undetected, and he uses this to his advantage

you could be completely immersed in your daily tasks, unaware that the hunter is lurking within the shadows literally 2 steps to your left or right, maybe right behind you

ghost enjoys watching how concentrated you are when it comes to your work, your brows pinching as you try to rub an extra tough stain out of the curtains or the secret little curses you let slip when you drop the laundry

despite how frail and soft you might look, you are a spitfire

ghost could return late one night from an extra bloody fight, tracking in blood and remnants of pieces of beasts flesh that stick to his coat

and you’re right there at the big double doors, hounding the hulking hunter with a broom in one hand and a feather duster in the other, the two pointed at him as if to intimidate him

he thought it was cute honestly

“milady wouldst be furious if thou sees the hall in such disarray!!!”

you would force him into the guest chambers, grabbing at his hunter’s garb and tearing it from his body piece by piece (making sure to keep the filth off of the rugs of course)

you’d have a warm bath already prepared for him, something you had started doing the first night he had come back to the castle from a hunt

ghost would never admit that it was what he looked forward to the most when returning

the water smelt of lavender, the warmth of it immediately soothing him as soon as he stepped foot into the wash tub

and you were always there, like the dove you were, nimble fingers rubbing out the knots in his shoulders and upper back

sometimes you’d secretly make him silly hats with the bubbles

“wha’s goin’ on back there?”

“n-nothing! nothing!”

he’d relax back while you continue to giggle, your nails dragging delicately along his scalp and working the soap in before rinsing it out

when you were done, you’d stand in an attempt to give him his privacy, knowing the mental and physical toll that being a hunter had to have on him. who wouldn’t want their privacy after such a long night?

but he’d reach out before you could step away, his beast like hands wrapping around the circumference of your wrist and pulling you back to sit on your stool

he’d ask you about your day although he knew you had a routine that was hardly ever broken

however, you indulged him anyway, rambling on about your day despite how miniscule it was compared to what he did

in the mornings, he can’t help but crack a smile at the neatly folded clothes that you’ve left him at the end of his bed

the subtle scent of you lingers along the the fabrics, and after a fight he’ll sometimes catch a whiff of you, the smell calming him more than the oils you use in his baths ever could

you live in this man’s head (i’m talking rent free) 24/7

he seeks you out like a lost puppy when he doesn’t have beasts to hunt, you becoming his sole source of entertainment

you’d huff and puff in annoyance as he follows you up and down the halls, simply just watching you clean

sometimes queen annalise will spot you whacking him on the head with your feather duster (the feather part of course)

it’s just been you and the queen for so long, so you secretly enjoy having ghost here, his presence a breath of fresh air

and he feels the same about you, your smile awakening something in his cold heart

sometimes he’ll steal a quick peck on the lips from you while you’re yelling about him making a mess, and you’ll go silent immediately, a look of shock and exasperation on your face

“cat go’ ya tongue, love?”

[snootlestheangel]

Thoughts on Ghost in Leather Gloves?

(I know you’d tell me but so everyone gets to enjoy lmao)

Thoughts on Ghost in leather gloves? Wrap those bad boys around my neck sometime tonight

Oh you mean the Monster Hunter? Oh right, okay, hang on

I had plenty of thoughts while in the shower

Ghost is not military anymore but rather has the cover story of being a journalist. He travels a lot, which gives him the exact perfect excuse to hunt.

He and Soap are married, Soap is still 141/military. Soap knows he's a hunter

Maybe monsters are known and that's why Simon disguises himself as The Ghost to hunt. Keeps himself anonymous so he can't get in trouble for any sort of reason

141 uncovers a major ring of like monster criminals and they need help. Laswell does some digging and finds out about The Ghost: the boogeyman in the monster world.

Soap decides to ask Simon about him

Simon's reaction: 😐 uh....

Idk what else but they end up working together or something

The dream i had that inspired this was wild

Ghost killed Count Dracula

He just ended up in this random situation where he was at this old ass house helping a mother and her two sons who had just escaped her abusive husband (yes the irony is strong) and then they got attacked by vampires

Ghost ended up in ?? Somewhere idk and killed Dracula.

I distinctly remember one moment Ghost was like coming up through a space in the floor and his leather gloved hand was like the focus and he went face to face with a bat like vampire creature. He went "oh shit" and ducked back down

It was kind of comical but also bizarre. Ghost definitely had Zero Clue what the fuck he was doing the majority of that dream. He just kind of ended up in a situation

[hurrraaid]

I just think he's neat 👉👈Y

[emmster]

Practicing with deferent compositions for fun.

See if you can spot some details

[maxrosemore]

We need a Steel Hunters AU for our COD boys ngl

Fenris' voice lines just remind me of Ghost so much

[islandtarochips]

Harry Potter x COD

I REALLY love watching the Harry Potter Movie! Trying to read books about it but we don’t have it and I can’t order it because shipping from off-island to here is EXPENSIVE these days so I have to live off of the movies…

And also, I JUST remembered about an artist putting the COD characters into that AU! And I will show the list of those characters! (I only remembered SOME since I saw it like...last year? I think. And I forgot the name of the artist too...)

So here is what I remembered for the COD Characters being in Harry Potter AU:

Soap - Gryffindor/Senior (7th Year) Gaz - Hufflepuff/Senior (7th Year) Ghost (or Simon) - Ravenclaw/Senior (7th Year) Farah - Gryffindor/Senior (7th Year) Alex - Hufflepuff/Senior (7th Year) Price - Slytherin/Professor (Defense Against the Dark Arts) Graves - Slytherin/Senior (7th Year)

And…that’s about it. That’s who I just remembered. I’ll let you guys know if there’s more!

Anyway! I am DYING to share these ideas with you about this one! Let me list down my COD OCs in this Universe!

Tiala - Student/Senior (7th Year)/Ravenclaw: Because of her smartness of planning something ahead. I think that Tiala will likely be fitting in the Ravenclaw house! She also plays quidditch for the Ravenclaw! Which I know we didn't SEE one of the Students from that house actually PLAY but I'm gonna put Tiala in there anyway. She'll be playing as a Chaser or a Beater!

Kanoa - Professor (Defense Against the Dark Arts)/Gryffindor: I see Kanoa being: 1) VERY confident 2)Wants to protect his friends and 3) Causes ALL the problems (Well...most of it). And I know that teaching that kind of subject is...kind of dangerous to learn but when you have Kanoa around! He'll make it somehow...FUN??? I don't know how this man got the students attention of teaching these subject. I'm sure if Hogwarts are doing the "Teacher of the Month". Kanoa will be taking the spotlights! HA!

Agnes - Student/Junior (6th Year)/Gryffindor: As always, Agnes being a chaotic girl and getting into trouble. Causing some explosions during Potions Class (Trying to make something explosive with it). But she will help and protect her friends from dangers. With her BOMBS!

Nigel - Student/Junior (6th Year)/Hufflepuff: I was thinking that Nigel has that LOYAL personality and since Hufflepuff is loyal. Why not put him there? I know he worked hard to help others as much as he can! Wanting to satisfy them! He plays in Quidditch as being the Chasers or the Seekers!

Aelan - Nurse: Aelan is a smart gal and she knows what she is doing. She used to be in the Ravenclaw House. And when she graduated, she decided to be in the nursing office to help and heal the students.

Callie - Student/Senior (7th Year)/Slytherin: I know she got that attitude from Graves and Graves IS a Slytherin too. So you bet that these two will be annoying ANYONE to death. (Her rivalry is with Tiala while Graves' rivalry is with Soap in this AU)

Rosa - Professor (Potions)/Ravenclaw: I believe Rosa will be fitting for Ravenclaw. Think of her as a smart gal with charms. Always a quick-thinker of going against her opponent! And also quite creative while teaching her students to get their attention!

Alana - School Counselor/Gryffindor: Making sure to help students and getting them out of trouble. AHEM- Agnes and Nigel- AHEM- 

Koa - Professor (Flying lesson)/Coach for the Gryffindor/Gryffindor: I see this hunk of a man being the coach. And I know he's brave enough to face anyone or any creatures to make sure that anyone is safe. So Gryffindor for him! And oh! He's also the coach for the Gryffindor House obviously! Lol.

And now! For my mutuals OCs that I have been asking them! And I’m also still waiting for my other mutuals to respond so I’ll reblogged this post once they send it to me!

@revnah1406 OCs in Harry Potter AU:

Sparrow - Student/Senior (7th Year)/Gryffindor: I see this hunk of a woman is a Senior student. And knows how to play quidditch! I don't know if Rev will agree for her to be a BEATER because seeing how strong she looks. I KNOW she'll knock those chasers DOWN with one throw!

Amara - Student/Senior (7th Year)/Hufflepuff: I most definitely see it! Amara being a hard working student and always be fair with others! And I KNOW she's loyal to her best Girlfriend! Sparrow! You could see her cheering her lover on during the Quidditch match!

Abby - Student/5th Year/Slytherin: Abby is a smart gal for a Slytherin and I KNOW she'll be sassy towards others. She's also confident! Which I like it! So I guessed this DOES fits her!

Now for @alypink OCs in Harry Potter AU:

Aly - Professor/Gryffindor: I could DEFINITELY see Aly being in that house! She's a very brave one! I know she is! And has that determination sparks inside of her! But haven't decided of which subjects she'll teach.

Aleks - Student/7th Year/Ravenclaw: I could see it so CLEARLY! This smart gal being part of the Ravenclaw house? Fits pretty well! With her smartness and great ideas. She's gonna knock the house's roof off with it! Lol.

@deeptrashwitch OCs in the Harry Potter AU:

Alicia - Professor (Defense Against the Dark Arts)/Gryffindor: YES! YES! Both her and Kanoa teaching the SAME subjects and is in the SAME house?! No wonder they're both BEST of FRIENDS! Hahaha! And I could definitely see it and I LOVE it!

Luke - Professor (Muggle Studdies)/Slytherin: I don't know if there IS a subject about teaching Muggle. It's been a long time that I've watched Harry Potter so I don't know much. But for this AU! We'll pretend that existed! And I would LOVE to know more about Luke being a Slytherin! This is getting too much fun! Lol.

And lastly that I got respond from. Is @welldonekhushi OCs:

Arjun - Professors (Transfiguration)/Gryffindor: Since I JUST remembered that @welldonekhushi did draw Arjun as being no a PROFESSOR. Soooo….thinking that he’ll be teaching Transfiguration. Doing something to change objects like that. Him being a professor is a WIN-WIN🥴AHEM- Anyway, I could see him teaching that subject!

Scarlet - Student/7th Year/Hufflepuff: This is really sweet to see Scarlet being a Hufflepuff! I wonder if she likes animals. And being a hard worker is her style if she wants to get the job done! Loving it!

And I think that's about it! But for my mutuals! If you are interested to join in, you can DM me! And for those who already ANSWERED the ask the I sent in your inbox and I didn't add it in here. Do let me know in my DM as well! Thank you all and I MIGHT write a fic about this AU too! But maybe later on after me writing the OTHER stories! Ok! Thank you for reading this far and I love ya, peles! 😚❤️

[quarterlifekitty]

Lately I’ve been thinking about a monster hunters guild kind of AU with many of the dudes but to start

MonsterHunter!Price taking a bounty that’s a little low level for him— but it’s a personal favor to an old friend. Taking out whatever creature is killing local livestock.

And finding a sweet little vampire hiding out in an abandoned building outside of the village.

It’s not an uncommon practice among hunters to take their bounties for wives— saves them from an execution, and no one cares about the monster living as long as it’s well kept by a strong master.

And you are. Wearing a collar inlaid with charms to keep you at his side or in his home. You care for the rabbits and the chickens on his homestead when he goes out on missions you can’t follow him on, they make a good food supply for you.

He keeps a pocket in his satchel clear for when the two of you have to travel in daylight, so he can have you tucked in there while you’re in bat form.

Gets you a silver wedding ring with his name engraved on the interior so it burns a scar onto your finger like a brand.

[alchemyfreak321]

Soap, a vampire hunter who comes from a long line of vampire hunters, hunting Ghost who has been killing vampire hunters for millenia because the last laird of Scotland killed the love of his life. Imagine Ghost's suprise when he discovers that Soap has the same piercing blue eyes as his dead love.

And that fraction of a second is all Soap needed to drive the stake through Ghosts heart.

[brokenpieces-72]

Parents

CoD Ghosts Cryptid Hunter AU | Navigation

TW: young creature death, some mourning, mentions of abuse, parent issues, vomiting

“H-hey Logan.” You stuttered into your phone, trying to keep your voice steady. Your sniffles betrayed you.

“Y/N? What’s up?” Logan asked on the other end, sounding friendly with an undertone of concern.

“Uh… not much. Listen could I uh…” it wasn’t the first time you’d asked this question, and you hated asking it because you felt like a chore for doing so. You'd asked to hang out before, and stay at their place instead of driving home in the middle of the night. That was fine. This wasn't one of those times.

“Could you come pick me up? I just need a lift to a motel, that’s all.” You said quickly, brushing off the original question. You heard some muffled voices on the other end, for a bit. You could hear his dad and brother faintly in the background, with Logan's voice going in and out as he was moving the mic away from himself. You didn't want to drag all of them into it, just get a ride. “I can get a cab if that’s easier, I know it’s out of the way.”

“David and I are on the way.” Logan replied. Right, David had a licence but Logan didn't yet. Still on a learners.

“Thank you, I’ll buy dinner if you guys haven’t eaten yet.” You said. There was some noise nearby, making you fidget in place.

“Deal.” Logan said. You gave him your location, before watching a couple of guys walk past, rough housing a little probably after a drink at the bar. You tensed, and made yourself as small as possible.

“Could you uh… stay on the line for a bit? Just in case?” You asked. You didn't want to sit in silence, not right now. You were alone and hurting. It wasn't safe to be by yourself.

“Wasn’t planning on hanging up.” Logan said. You smiled a little, patting at the rain and tears on your face.

A little while later you saw a familiar old truck pull up to the bus shelter. You were already soaked through, wringing out your shirt like a dish cloth. You looked like the average goth kid who should be listening to metal in the rain.

You picked up your backpack and got in the backseat, where a very excited Riley was waiting for you. “Hey buddy.”

Riley’s tail patted the seats while he made soft growl sounds, urging you to get in. As soon as your seat belt was on, Riley gave you some kisses and let you pet him.

The boys took you to pick up some food, and despite you insisting you didn’t need anything to eat, they got you something anyways. And yes, you paid for it. As you snacked on your fries, David drove. You liked these nights of hanging out with your friends. For a moment it felt like just a random late night food run. That was until your phone started to blow up with text messages. You tried to shut it up but it kept going and going. Then you got a phone call panicked, picking it up.

“Y/n! Where are you?” Not even a hello.

“I told you I was hanging out with some friends.” You said, knowing the Walker boys could hear you.

“Come home right now, we’re not done with this conversation!”

“We can talk about it tomorrow.” You said, wanting to cool off first. You were trying to remain calm but you wanted to throw your phone out the window. You wanted to scream at him to leave your house and your life. It would make things worse.

“Come home now! Or else I’ll be taking your phone away for a month.”

“You can’t do that.” You argued. “I paid for it and I’m paying my own phone bill.”

“I’m your father, I will take it if I want to!” No, he wasn't. Your father had a far better temper, and didn't drive her out of their house.

“You already took my mother to your bed, now you want to sleep with my phone?” You countered, already fed up. Logan snorted holding back a laugh. David hushed him but was smiling too.

“You little shit, your ass better be home or there will be more consequences!”

“I’m not coming home until you and mom calm down, and are willing to have a civil discussi-“

“Don’t you dare talk down to me! I will not have some spoiled little brat disrespecting me in my house!”

“Well in that case I won’t come home. I'm sorry, but respect is earned both ways, and I've done my half of the work. Good night.” You said and hung up. Another phone call, this one from your mom. You didn’t want to hear what she had to say about this. Honestly, she only ever sided with her boyfriend. You shut your phone off completely.

The Walker boys heard you. You know they did, because they’re too quiet. Don’t cry, you don’t want to cry. A deep breath, and more Riley cuddles. Riley sighed too, sounding as fed up as you were. The truck came to a fork.

“Turn left here.” You said, seeing David was in the wrong lane.

“Nope.” David said and turned right. You sighed quietly.

“Hesh, really I’m gonna be fine.” You assured him. David ignored you. “I don’t want to bother your dad.”

“Whose idea do you think this was?” Logan asked, leaning towards you. Riley rested his head on your lap, and you gave him some ear scratches.

You woke up in the backseat of the van heading to Loch Ness. David drove with Logan in the passenger seat. It was raining outside and night time. Some time had passed since you’d requested to visit Nessie. A couple missions in between as well, with Keegan acting different. Seemed quieter, depressed and anxious.

Of course he’d tried to hide it, not wanting to show weakness but something was going on. He was still needed on the team which is why you requested to go instead. The Walker boys didn’t know about the bond Keegan had with Nessie, until you brought it up. They’d heard of bonding before sure, but didn’t have much more knowledge than that.

“Morning.” Logan said, looking at you from the front seat. “Figured you’d want to sleep a bit longer. Your phone’s been buzzing for a bit.”

You pulled it out to check, seeing some texts from your father. Requests for check-ins.

“Valkyrie has landed.” You texted back quickly before looking at the rest. Mostly to stay safe, be careful because it’s been a while since Nessie had seen you, and to remember your wet suit.

“So you never told us about Nessie.” David mentioned from the front seat.

“Yeah I uh… my dad told me not to, the whole Cryptid monster hunting thing was supposed to be a secret. I didn’t find out about everything else until around the time you guys probably did.” You explained still trying to wake up. “Got to see her a few times but mostly it was just dad.”

“Did you meet Nessie before or after meeting us?” David asked.

“Before.” You said. “I remember I was scared of the water, and she actually made me feel safer. My dad reminded me that Nessie was the most dangerous thing in the water but wouldn’t hurt me.”

Arriving at the Walker house, the boys led you inside, with Elias waiting at the door. Riley shook himself dry outside before padding in. Logan offered his arm and you took it while David took your bag. You tried wringing out your clothes again before going inside.

“How are ya kid?” Elias asked.

“Wet.” You answered, forcing a smile, your tears hopefully still camouflaged by the rain.

“No hug then?” Elias asked. As if. You hugged him and took a minute to breathe. There was a slight squeeze of reassurance from Elias but you winced making a tiny squeak.

“That doesn’t sound good." Elias commented quitely. "Alright, go upstairs, shower, do what ever you need, get changed and come back down here? Want to talk to you.”

“It’s fine sir, really.” You said.

“I insist.” Elias said. You couldn’t easily say no to him. You did as he suggested, taking his words as an order.

The vehicle was stopped by the shore and you made sure you had your wet suit on just in case. It had been a while since you’d seen her. Would she recognize you? Hopefully.

You learned quickly when you led the boys to the dock. Almost immediately you heard her crying out and moving around in the water. You hesitated at the end of the dock, while the boys scanned the area. Nessie let out another cry, hiding in the fog.

“Somethings wron-“ before you could tell Hesh and Logan, Nessie rose out of the water, roaring at you. The brothers moved back while you held your ground.

Nessie got down low, and stared right at you. You put your arms out from your sides, letting her investigate. You hadn’t seen her since Odin, but Keegan had. Maybe the bond kept her more docile but something else had been distressing her. Her dark eyes seemed darker, like they were enraged and in pain.

“Not here to hurt you… do you remember me?” You asked. Nessie got close, sniffing you. Despite the time you’d spent, and how much older you’d gotten, your heart was still thumping in your chest. You’d never seen her like this before.

Very carefully you moved your hand to her head, gently stroking her. She seemed calmer, if only a little. There was recognition in her eyes as she pressed her head into your hand. To Nessie, recognizing your scent is like reuniting with an old friend. Her head nuzzles into your body as you give her a small embrace back. “I missed you too.”

Meanwhile the Walker boys kept their distance, not wanting to interfere with the reunion. David stepped back intending to go back to the vehicle if only to let you have some privacy with your old swim teacher. The board behind him, creaked as his weight landed upon it. Nessie’s eyes shot up and pulled away from you quickly. There were others, and she was ready.

“No no!” You tell her getting a quick glance back at the boys before she pulled away further. Nessie wouldn’t listen. She didn’t want more intruders! How dare you bring more hunters!

“Friends Nessie! Friends!” You shouted up to her as she glared down at the other two ghosts. Nessie remained tense but didn’t try to attack. She looked to you as you tried to remain between her and your brothers. Still innocent even after all the blood. Nessie turned, crying out and vanished into the fog below the water. You took a moment to catch your breath along with David and Logan.

“What was that about?” Logan asked.

“Something is wrong… I don’t know what but-“ once again you’re interrupted, this time by Riley. He was barking for attention and whimpering as he was pacing around wanting you to follow. This time David took the lead following the K9 along the shore, while Riley took off ahead. You and Logan followed closely after. As you jogged after them, you heard the surface of the water breaking and mournful cry echoing around you.

As you grow closer to what Riley found you start to piece the story together. There is a smell in the air one you recognize, and your stomach churns and twists. You don’t want to be right. Please don’t be right. Nessie doesn’t deserve that. You knew having a young one of her own was near impossible, especially for cryptids. Your pace started to pick up as you saw the source of the smell. David and Logan slowed their pace while you sped up, focused on the torn mass attracting flies and other insects.

Your heart broke as you came to a stop. In front of you was the body of plesiosaur. A juvenile plesiosaur. You stood there staring, seeing it had been ripped into by something, with chunks of flesh bitten off. From the water, another mournful cry echoes around, as if the land itself were grieving for Nessie’s loss. You covered your mouth and nose with your arm as you approached closer. David looked around, trying to make out any shapes that could be moving in the fog. It broke your soul as you stepped around the body. You needed to know what happened and no questions would be worth asking. You needed to check for yourself. The poor creature couldn’t be very old. It was bigger than you but not by much. Its head had been severed from its neck. The neck had bite marks like a half eaten cob of corn. The flippers were scratched if not missing and the body was torn into, exposing the little one’s ribs. You have to step over the carnage to inspect it closer. What little food you had in you was threatening to come back up, as a hint of the scent reached your nose. Every detail needed to captured in photos and every time the camera flashed you hoped it would reveal something different. A sign of life where there was none.

Your eyes stung not from the stench of decay but, from the pain you felt for Nessie. No more, you couldn’t take anymore. You could deal with bodies sure but this felt too personal. When you turned to walk away, you found Logan close by his hand out to help you step over the remains. You focused on his hand not wanting to look him in the face. Then you hear the water’s surface break and you looked up to see Nessie in the distance. You could just make out her features through the mist. Nessie was supposed to be the most dangerous thing in the Loch, and had to watch her little one be ripped apart.

Something inside of your was struck. Your mind envisioning the horrible scene Nessie may have witnessed. You ripped yourself away from Logan, staggering. You stumbled to your hands and knees. Before he could ask what was wrong, your lunch came up.

You sit in the van while David sits by the fire. You had a blanket around you, as Nessie continued to cry for her little one. Riley was at the end of the dock lying down, head resting on his paws. He was whimpering a little, but you don’t notice it much. The sound of footsteps catches your attention as you see Logan approaching, with more fire wood. After setting it down, Logan sits next to you.

“What could you have done?” He asked. David doesn’t react. You looked at the youngest Walker boy, confused.

“What?”

“What could you have done?” He repeated.

“I… I don’t know I could have come sooner. I could hav-“

“If you came sooner you could’ve been caught up in whatever got Nessie’s calf.” Logan told you. Now you understand what he was asking.

“I could have spoken up…”

“Dad needed us.” Logan said.

“I hate the fact that we couldn’t do anything. And then come back only to find Nessie lose something so important to her."

“But we saved the important things to others. We still are.” Logan assured you. You wiped away your tears. Another cry from Nessie. You saw her sticking closer to your group, perhaps wanting to watch over her bond’s own little one.

“You think she gave the baby a name?” David asked finally. You looked at him and then back at Nessie.

“Not sure. Don’t know if it was a girl or a boy either.” You said, your throat still sore. Logan reminded you to drink some more water.

“What about Kai?” David suggested, turning his head only a little to add to the discussion. You liked the name.

“Kai.” You said. David got up from his spot and went up to the vehicle asking Logan to scoot over so he could get in. When he climbed back out he had three bottles in hand. Pop, because no drinking on hunts.

You took one of them, and Logan took the other. Honestly you could use something to wash down the bile taste in your mouth. You uncapped the bottle alongside your best friends.

“To Kai. May they be swimming joyously among the stars.” David said. You raised your bottle with Logan in a toast. The drink goes down nicely, cooling your dry throat. Ghosts don't gewt a lot of time to mourn their fallen, usually waiting until they've returned to base to properly pay respects. You took the little moments when you could.

A bark interrupted the moment. Riley was sitting on the dock now with Nessie lowering her head to meet him. Nessie was still making soft noises, but she seemed more calm. Was Riley communicating with her? You couldn’t help but smile, noticing Riley’s tail wag.

“I’m not gonna ask about what happened to your arm.” Elias said, sitting across from you. He noticed you tugging your sleeve. You were trying to focus on the rain falling instead. Once you’d finished your shower and rewrapped your arm, Elias had asked you to come talk to him in the dining room. He had water for you, which you appreciated cause the talk he wanted to have would lead to some tears, if not some high emotions.

“Should I tell you?” You asked.

“Only if you want.” Elias said. You stared at the floor for a moment. You wouldn’t be able to hide it, one of the boys would ask about it when they saw. You rolled up your sleeve for him.

“Burned it.” You said, as if that told him everything. Elias didn’t ask any more.

“What happened tonight?” Elias asked. You took a deep breath, wanting to block out everything that happened. He’s asking because he cares, and not only that, but you know your father cares. You try shrugging it off. “Val, you’re talking to me not the floor.”

You lifted your head. “Got a new piercing and was hiding it. Said if I was going to act like a pin cushion then I could sleep in the closet. Tried to laugh it off and he threatened to lock me in my room so I couldn’t go see my dad but when he called him a fuck I told him off. He got mad.”

Elias could fill in the rest. Your mom likely stepped in, telling you off so her boyfriend could calm down a bit and feel superior. You fled to your room to get your bag, and ran away into the pouring rain.

“I need to call your father, but I don’t feel comfortable letting you go back to that place. Especially with that burn.” Elias said calmly while you sipped your water. “The boys are downstairs, you go relax and take care of yourself with them. I’ll make a phone call and tomorrow we’ll get your stuff.”

“You don’t have to.” You said.

“I don’t but I am. Y/N you may not be my kid, but you’re no less family.” Elias told you. You sniffed and laughed to cover up your tears.

“Thank you.” You said.

“By the way, the new piercing looks good.” Elias said. You smiled, taking your water with you to basement where Logan and David were waiting with a controller for you. When you took off your hoodie and they saw the bandage they simply asked if you wanted a blanket since the basement got chilly. You cuddled up next to Logan who didn’t complain especially since you seemed to be each other’s good luck charm against David in Street Fighter. Riley was still a lapdog size, despite him being around for quite a few years. He was still a good boy, and considered himself David’s good luck charm, snuggling and get in the way of combos.

You called your dad. You had to call him, it was important. While the phone rang you paced around a little distance from the van where Logan and David kept watch and tested some of the gear in the van. Your phone rang for a bit, and you waited patientlyu for him to pick up. You had run the conversation in your head a few times to get yourself used to it. Soon you heard his voice. Your preparation had fallen apart.

"Hey kiddo." Keegan said. "How you doing? Nessie okay?"

"Hi dad um... I'm fine." You said, the words catching in your throat. You hesitated to continue. Your dad noticed right away.

"What happened? Tell me." He said.

"Nessie... her baby..." You had to tell him, you needed to say something. A handful of words that weighed so much more. Keegan was patient with you, he often was. You sniffled, tears falling down. "Her baby is dead."

Keegan is silent over the line while you're crying, trying to hold it back. You were strong, you didn't want your feelings to get the better of you. All you hear on the other end is deep breathing.

"How's Nessie?" Keegan asked. He could probably already tell from the bond, but he wanted to hear from you.

"She's mourning, and much more alert. She got defensive when she met Logan and David." You reported, taking deep breaths. "We found her baby... on the shore. Something attacked them, I don't know what."

"You're okay though?" Keegan asked. His focus was on you, his daughter. What was meant to be a happier time had been twisted into something horrible. You'd experienced something like that once before. Excited to see your dad again, only for it to be at the hospital.

"I'll be alright." You told him. "Not as if I don't have a support system."

"Okay..." Keegan said. You could hear a bit of noise on the other end, and your father trying to figure out what to do next.

"We um..." you started. Maybe it could wait. It seemed like a small victory, like finding a penny after learning you'd been robbed. Sometimes that was all you could get. "We gave them a name. Hesh suggested it. Kai."

You dad thought about it for a moment. "Good. It'll be better than whatever number they might be given by researchers. Can tell them in the reports. You said something attacked?"

"Kai was too far on shore to be washed up. There's more but... trying to keep my stomach settled." You explained.

"Alright. Saty alert out there, I'll talk to the captain and we'll come meet you guys there. Three is the minimum, even with Riley there. I want to see Nessie as well." Keegan said, his voice sounding professional. You smiled hearing he would be coming.

"You don't want to see me too?" You teased, trying to smile. You heard your dad chuckle.

"After what I've heard... I need to see you too." Keegan said.

"Okay. I'll let you go now. Need to eat something." You said.

"I love you Valkyrie." Keegan said.

"I love you too dad." You said, before hanging up, and wiping your eyes. Had you been crying that whole time?

The next day Elias was awake and getting ready to go with you to pick up your stuff when there was a knock on the door. He answered it and saw a face he really didn’t want to see. Your stepfather.

“Is y/n here?” He asked, trying to look inside. Elias closed the door a little to keep him from getting too much of a view.

“They are.” Elias replied, slowly. The man seemed impatient and expectant.

“Are they coming?” He asked.

“To pick up their things yes, so if you could not be present it would make life easier.” Elias said.

“What?”

“I’m not about to send that kid home with you, or let them stay there.” Elias said. He stared your stepfather down.

“You let my child out here right now.”

“Or what?” Elias challenged. “They don’t want to go with you, and they aren’t going with you. Now either leave or I will call the police if only to keep this civil.”

You came downstairs and into enough of a view of your stepdad.

“Y/n get out here come on.” Your stepfather instructed. You froze up with Elias looking back at you.

“Do you want to go with this man?” Elias asked. You shook your head, and Elias returned his attention to your stepfather. “We will be over shortly to pick up their things. If anything is found broken or damaged, you will be in plenty of trouble with the police. Is that all?”

Your stepfather glared between you and Elias before storming off. You groaned once the door closed, regretting your choice to stay. Elias just put a hand on your back and led you to the kitchen for breakfast.

When you did go to get your stuff Logan and David insisted on coming along. You went inside and your mom was already pleading and begging for you to stay while your stepfather was out of sight. Your stuff was gathered and packed. It was put in the truck while you sat down with your mom, both of you much more calm. Everything was laid out, that you couldn't keep living like this, that it wasn't safe, that you were done with her taking his side. No, you weren't going to live with dad, but you would wait for him somewhere better than that house. You offered a final good-bye, and left.

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