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anaburbononburbon · 2 months ago

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The Butcher and his Bird

Summary: a small collection of works about a butcher and his bird. Their love, trials and tribulations. Not always in order, warnings to be given at the beginning of each installment. 18+, MDNI

The Introduction

Warning: 18+, MDNI, sexual assault and death. Head with caution.

Summary: After escaping a horrific attack, bird finds their way to the only hope around: an open butcher shop and one Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, the Butcher

��a glint of a knife caught in the low glow of the street lamp, twinkling and mocking as fear bubbled in your gut. Sour bile covered your taste buds. Pain erupted between your legs, scratch marks and blood covered your thighs.

Voices laughed at your pain, your misery, your pleas and begging to be set free. Outsiders surrounded you, curious to the horrors they were witnessing, all refused to help you as faceless strangers held you down and gouged on your body and soul. Someone whispered about the police, but there were coos how it was already handled and taken care of. Nobody was coming to help you. Nobody was going to stop this madness.

Between the pairs of hands against your arms and the pairs of hands gripping your thighs, you were able to twist and turn and cry but-

Blood is thick. Blood dries quickly, tacky. Leaves an awful residue. You’ll be cleaning your skin for months to get rid of the feeling.

But liquid is liquid, and someone slipped and couldn’t get a handle on you fast enough and it allowed you free to run.

And you ran.

Your most favorite dress hardly hung to your frame, your thighs were tacky with your blood as it clot and dried to your skin, and a sharp ache dug unto your cheek and ending at the corner of your mouth.

Marked.

You ran until you couldn’t. Until you saw a safe haven, or really, a butcher shop. Odd, since it was late in the evening and most business closed hours and hours ago, but you weren’t complaining. You heard men following you, calling for you to come back. To let them sink inside of you again, to finish carving you up and dump you in the slimy reservoir.

Your slammed yourself again the glass door while you refused to drop eye contact with your attackers, hands tacky with your blood and horrendously shaking.

The coolness felt relieving against your hot skin. The smell of bleach, of fresh copper, of death meant nothing in the face what laid outside for you. You couldn’t stop watching the men getting closer and closer, smiling amongst themselves and branding their knives.

They seemed nice at first. Respectful. Decent. Offered to carry your books while you left the second hand store, begged you to let them buy dinner and get to know you.

You knew it was all lies now. Deceit.

You heard foot steps behind you, and it was only a gruff voice that finally knocked your attention away from the pack of wolves.

“Whats all this then?” You turned around to see a hulking man in a blood covered apron. The plastic did hardly anything to keep the blood from his white top. The wife beater had seen better days, and it did nothing to prepare you for the balaclava covering his face.

This man was terrifying, but he was your only choice.

You could see his eyes harden after taking in the state of the poor little bird who landed directly in his cage. Your tangled hair, your sweat glistening skin, puffy, tear filled eyes and the nasty cut on your otherwise beautiful face.

Your torn dress. How sweet, he thought. Little strawberries and flowers, for something just as sweet.

The dried blood on your thighs.

The door jingled opened as four men entered his business. His bird, quick and quiet, was suddenly back behind the counter and standing behind the butcher, loyalty decided.

Simon’s loyalty was decided just as quick.

“Please,” your voice was soft but horse, one last plea for your sanity, your soul, your very life. Terrified, but sturdy. Simon hummed softly, but didn’t say anything else.

“Sorry ‘bout our girl. Got a little too rough with her. C’mhere sweetie. Let Daddy show you how sorry he is,” loud, cocky, arrogant. Pitiful. Unworthy. Everything Simon hated in a man, and here he was, taunting his little bird.

That wouldn’t do.

“Get goin.” Simon snapped, a few men looked at each other before they smiled and got closer. It didn’t matter that this butcher towered over them all, even Bill, who was the biggest out of them all.

It almost mattered that the butchers arms were bigger than some of their thighs, and his massive hands reminded them of bear paws. It did matter that he was a beast of a man, and being unable to see his face spooked them all, but he had you. You escaped them and you were a liability. You needed to be dealt with, their qualm wasn’t with the butcher.

Plus, there was four of them and one of the butcher.

Everything was in their favor.

Two minutes later, two men ran from the butcher shop, the devil hot on their tails and God long gone, forsaken them years ago.

One man laid with a cleaver stuck in his chest, his life gone and blood pooled around his cooking body against the tiles. The other was still alive, but not for long. His arm was stuck to the wall with his own knife, his shrieks filled the air as the Butcher stood directly in front of him.

No words were exchanged as the knife was pulled from his limb and shoved inside of his throat before he could breath. His gargle was the only thing to be heard as the shop fell silent.

You stood in place as everything happened.

You should feel scared, you should weep for what had happened. You should sneak away and ring the police. Tell them about the crazy butcher at the corner shop.

You didn’t.

This butcher, who was an innocent bystander to your mess, slaughtered for you. Protected you. Helped you.

You’d do anything for him.

Simon gave himself a moment before turning around. He knew you’d be upset. He knew you couldn’t understand why he did what he did. You might be crying, ready to bring sirens and more guns into his abode.

You didn’t.

You were chewing on a nail, arms crossed together to keep some warmth to yourself. But you just stood there, watching him.

“If you can move the bodies, I can clean.” You couldn’t see it, but Simon smiled.

Oh yes, little bird, you are going to do so well by his side.

For the next hour, that’s exactly what you both did. He flipped the open side over, turned off a few lights and moved the bodies to the back of his shop. You found the bleach, a clean bucket, cold water and gloves that were two sizes too big, and got to work.

You scrubbed and scrubbed until the tiles shined like new. Until the only smell around was bleach, blood and death. All balancing itself out.

You didn’t see what the butcher did with the bodies exactly, but you only hoped he did a really good job at hiding them.

You didn’t want him to get caught.

The last bucket of water swirled down the drain and you pulled the gloves from your sore hands. Your knees burned but you wouldn’t complain. The butcher found you in the back room, washing your hands and your mind lost.

You stood side by side with the man, he washed up along side you before gently taking your chin between his fingers and catching your eye.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, hm?” The butcher didn’t need to clarify. It was time to shed the dress, stitch up your cheek, wash between your thighs and make you comfortable in his loft above his workshop.

His place was bare, but comfortable. You appreciated the no nonsense attitude that consistently bled from him like an open wound. He was efficient and steady.

Everything you could get behind.

The butcher got the shower ready for you, claiming there was a plumbing issue and it was a pain to operate. He left you a towel, his softest, even if it wasn’t very soft, and an extra shirt of his. Long sleeve and clean.

The water felt heavenly against your skin. The water pressure felt a little bit overwhelming, but at your place it was only a trickle, so you were trying to enjoy the treat of actual water pressure. You tried your best to clean yourself up. You cried as you broke away the dried blood that clung to your body hair. It refused to leave you, taunting and screaming at you to open the door, beckon those men back and allow them to finish what they started.

The rest of you was open, raw, pulsing. Your cheek screamed any time the water grazed it. You felt shameful in thinking of the future scar. Of the mark that would remain there forever and haunt you until the end of days.

At least you were able to mark some of them back.

Not only that, but you managed to kill some of them.

Well, not you exactly.

You finally got out and slipped on the shirt, leaving your dress in the bathroom.

You’d ask him to throw it away. Burn it. You couldn’t stand looking at it anymore. It would only remind you of this horrid, awful night.

You found the butcher in his bedroom, a first aid box laid open and supplies surrounding him. He cleaned up nicely. Dropping his plastic apron and white undershirt for a dark green tee, dark sleep pants and black socks. His bright blonde hair looked damp and unbrushed but soft-

You realized in that moment that the butcher was not wearing his covering.

You couldn’t help but gasp, and turn around quickly, upset at your willingness to invade this man’s privacy when he’s done nothing but help you.

“Your-! I’m so sorry. I’ll be in the other room.” Shame made its home within you as you tried to walk away, stopped by his chuckle.

“Come sit bird. Don’t mind my ugly mug.” You did what he said, because he had said it and you would do it. It still felt wrong to see him so exposed like this.

It wasn’t any different than him seeing you earlier. Or now.

You couldn’t argue with that, but you wanted too. He motioned for you to take the center of the bed right next to him.

His crooked Roman nose, full lips and the multiple scars entrapped you.

It spoke of battles, of failure and triumph wins.

You thought he was beautiful.

You must have said something out loud because he scoffed at you and rolled his deep, chocolate brown eyes.

“You hit your head too, bird? Don’t talk such nonsense.” He waited for a moment, your eyes catching before he took you in fully. You were gorgeous. Absolutely perfection wrapped up in his shirt, on his bed, all like you were made to be there.

Simon didn’t care how this ended, he only knew that he needed you around.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, clearing his throat before he motioned to your wound. “Let’s make sure that cut of yours doesn’t give you much trouble, yeah?” You smiled at him before it pulled against your wound and you grimaced. The sting didn’t stop for a couple of minutes, long enough where the butchers hand found your knee and gently rubbed, trying to offer you some comfort.

“Sorry,” you barely gritted out. Not because of your earlier comment, but because you stumbled in his life. You made him kill those men and now he’s taking care of you.

He knew what you meant, but he stayed silent. Simon didn’t want your apology, he just wanted you to stay with him. Let him protect you and offer company, don’t leave him now.

Who are you little bird?

Are you just as lost as he is?

After the butcher took his time and knitted your cheek back together as gently as a giant could, the butterfly stitches comically small in his paws but his efficiency never once wavered. Gauze covered the stitching and tape held it altogether, you couldnt help but feel like Frankenstein’s monster. Your lip wobbled, the night taking its gruesome toll on you but Simon didn’t want you to sleep, not yet. He fished out a white pill from a baggie inside of his kit, breaking it in two.

“Half now, half later.”

You took it with a small sip of water.

You knew if it was any other time, you would push back. Ask what it was. Try and holdout until you actually needed it.

But your face ached, the center of you pulsed and your pride was gutted. You’d trust the butcher.

Simon melted at your willingness to follow his lead.

You were perfect, little bird. So perfect for a monster like him.

“I’m going to make dinner now.” Simon picked up the bed and turned off the lamp that lit up his room, allowing the room to fall into darkness so you could rest.

You didn’t want to rest, you didn’t want to be alone.

“May I help?” You squeaked, hand shooting out to grip his forearm, the warmth of his skin bled into you, comforting you already. He didn’t seem bothered by your reaction, and in fact, he felt a little relieved by you wanting to be around him more.

He didn’t say anything as he guided you up from the bed and into the kitchen. The cupboards, the counters, the ice box and microwave were all a different shade of white, and it gave you a bit of a headache to look at it all. You focused on the man before you, watching as he grabbed potatoes from the bottom cabinet near the plates and bowels. A potato peeler in the utensil drawer that was right next to the sink. Some carrots out of the crisper and a knife from the block that was perfectly aligned to the oven. Last, but not least, was a piece of bloody, raw meat that was wrapped up in brown paper, fresh from his shop.

The butcher happily handled his product, sprinkling pepper and salt, rubbing the meat until it was soaked in. A frying pan taken from a cupboard and heated high, his preferred preference when cooking.

You took to peeling the potatoes and dicing the carrots, your fingers working away from your endless thoughts as a comfortable silence fell over you both.

“What should I call you other than ‘the Butcher’?” You finally asked, washing the vegetables of their starch and impurities. Simon cracked half a smile, his eyes locked on the sizzling meat, but his mind thinking of you. How to keep you, what to do when you want to leave, and how crazy would he be if he asked you to move in.

Anything you want…he’d give you.

“Simon. When it’s just us.”

Simon.

What a great name for this man.

You gave him yours, and when he tried it himself and it bounced off his tongue, you felt yourself melt onto the floor.

Simon the Butcher, Simon the Protector, and you, his beautiful, lost little bird.

#call of duty fanfic #simon riley x you #call of duty x reader #simon ‘ghost’ riley #simon ghost riley x reader #call of duty tags #this is probably a dead dove?#mdni #I thought about this idea for two days #I’m going to reread it and hate it but I wanted to post it #it’s HARD getting back into writing again!#but wooo hooo we are doing it!

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dragqueenstarscream · 5 months ago

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drag queen's monsterformers au masterpost

this post is gonna be a comprehensive list of all of the characters, settings, and ideas i have for my monsterformers au because it's been on my mind for about a month now. if i come up with any more major ideas, i'll rb this post and tack it on, but for now, this is the general gist of things.

something to note is that while this is primarily inspired by tfp, it's not a perfect one to one retelling. there will be major changes such as different backstories, my own personal ships, the ending, and characters from other continuities. just something to keep in mind.

setting

since this is a fantasy au, this will be set in a sort of faerûn/dnd style world, with any major locations (ie washington dc, russia, greece, or anywhere else that pops up in the show) to be rewritten to reflect the setting. as such, jasper, nevada is now a village on the edge of a broad kingdom, hidden within an arid mountain range. it's still called jasper, though, because come on. that already sounds like a fantasy name.

the characters

obviously, since this is a monster au, all of the robots are now mythical creatures. despite how wildly different they are from each other, they all share the same level of sapience, so characters like phoenix!ratchet and firbolg!bulkhead, despite one looking more animal and one looking more human, are mentally at the same level of sapience. the other major difference is that, rather than disguise themselves as vehicles, they hide as regular humans. where the voices of primus autobots) and the talons of unicron (decepticons) differ is that the voices typically disguise themselves as working class people to blend in better and learn more about how their new home works, while talons typically take on more upper class appearances (royalty, military authority, businessmen, aristocrats) in order to effectively infiltrate and influence this new world.

the voices of primus

optimus prime - a gargantuan firedrake (a dragon without the wings) and the last of the primes, ones who have spoken with primus himself. despite his massive size and strength, he's one of the most gentle of all monsters. like all dragons and their relatives, he has a tendency to hoard; his den is full of magical artifacts and ancient books he's unearthed or bartered for over centuries. as a human, he takes the form of an old librarian, both because he was an archivist back home, and because he enjoys the unrestricted access to as much information about humans as he can get his hands on.

ratchet - a cranky old phoenix whose feathers have gone mostly white with age and stress from war. he's the oldest of the voices by far, and is a couple hundred years away from his next rebirth. he may not be the largest monster, but those wings pack a punch, and he's not afraid to use his talons and beak on the battlefield. despite all of this, deep down, he has a gentleness to him, especially with the children and optimus. as a human, he's a doctor, because with how often the children get in trouble, he needs that extra knowledge on human anatomy.

bumblebee - a strong willed pegasus who enjoys spending time with humans the most out of all the voices. incredibly fast on land and on the wing, he loves to push himself to constantly get stronger for his team. he's also the monster most humans gravitate towards because winged horses are more approachable and familiar than, say, manticores or gryphons. he can't speak due to a nasty curse placed on him by megatron, so he whinnies and nickers like a regular horse. thankfully, the other voices understand him after knowing him for this long. as a human, he's a hired farmhand who puts his strength and speed to good use. he often helps out on raf's family farm and is able to keep a close eye on him this way. he communicates via sign language or writing in this form.

bulkhead - a massive firbolg with a heart of gold. giantfolk have an undeserved reputation for being stupid, but bulkhead is wise beyond his years; he just prefers to use his size and strength when fighting. talk to him long enough, though, and you'll see centuries of wisdom and experience shining in those big blue eyes. one of his favorite things is to use his might to protect and impress miko, whom he sees almost like a daughter. as a human, he's a construction worker, which allows him to do what he does best; build things and break things.

arcee - a sharpshooting manticore who takes no nonsense from anyone. manticores can fire venomous barbs from their tails, and arcee is especially gifted in this department, hitting her targets with alarming accuracy. that, combined with her wings, makes her a nightmare in battle. she may seem as prickly as a thornbush, but in reality, she cares deeply for everyone around her; she just has a hard time showing it without applying a liberal dose of snark. as a human, she works as a bartender at a pub, which is how she met jack. she initially viewed him as a troublemaker, but now is more of a mentor and has taken him under her wing. literally.

smokescreen - a proud and noble gryphon who's determined to prove himself. gryphons often come off as haughty, and smokescreen may appear to fit that bill, but in reality, he's just eager to make his idol proud. he... doesn't quite get that humans are, for the most part, afraid of monsters. why should they be afraid of him? he doesn't wanna hurt them! but he's getting the hang of it. as a human, he's an adventurer who longs to see more of the world he's found himself in.

wheeljack - a wisecracking wyvern and a menace to anyone who crosses his path. he may be smaller than other dragons, but he more than makes up for it with his speed, agility, toxic gas breath, and his ingenuity with crafting weapons. his hoard mainly comprises of weapons and supplies to make them. his favorite thing in the world (besides bulkhead) is anything that goes boom. as a human, he's a bit of a mad scientist, living on his own so he can perform his experiments in relative peace.

cliffjumper - a goofy minotaur who's able to bullshit his way out of any situation. unusually chatty for a minotaur, he loves to crack jokes and tease his fellow teammates. some find it annoying, but others, like arcee, find it endearing. behind the goofiness, cliffjumper is a calculating warrior able to make quick decisions on the fly - though that boldness often gets him into trouble. as a human, he's a farmhand like bumblebee and often works alongside him with more labor intensive jobs.

the talons of unicron

megatron - a dracolich whose lust for power has driven him down a terrible path. once a proud gladiator, centuries of practicing dark magic have corrupted his body past the point of no return, and his mind is following suit. he was mated to optimus back home, but that was a lifetime ago, and all megatron feels towards him now is loathing mixed with twisted desire, a sick mockery of love. as a human, he poses as lord of fortress nemesis whenever interacting with other human nobles. oddly, though, no one can ever find this mysterious fortress, as if its location is always changing...

starscream - a cunning harpy who's always trying to stay one step ahead of megatron. haughty and full of himself, starscream loves to flaunt his accomplishments and terrorize the sky in the heat of battle. deep down, though, he's trying to relive his glory days as lord of the skies from back home. he joined the talons to try and regain some of his old power, but after being megatron's whipping boy for so long, he's grown jaded and is now searching for a way out - even if it involves defecting to the voices. as a human, he's a commander, though he won't disclose his military achievements to other humans...

soundwave - a masked naga with a frighteningly accurate memory and a will to use it. silent as snow and with scales as dark as the night sky, soundwave has eyes all over fortress nemesis; nothing escapes his surveillance. strangely, whenever he talks, he parrots what others say in a perfect mimicry of their voice. he's also never taken his mask off; it's believed that only megatron has ever seen his true face and heard his real voice. even as a human, people don't really know what he is. most assume he's an assassin of some sort. he also keeps his falcon laserbeak as his familiar, making sure his control extends as far as she can fly.

shockwave - the battle damaged tiefling with a mile long sadism streak. calculating and cold, despite his infernal abilities, shockwave is a true terror strong enough to send shivers down the spines of even the strongest warriors. he may be blind in one eye, but the glare in his remaining eye can send even other talons running. not only is he physically imposing, he's also highly intelligent, using a combination of magic and science to create new warriors to fight for the talons. as a human, he's a businessman, using his know how to gather the supplies he needs for his experiments.

breakdown - the vampire bruiser who leaves no mercy. contrary to the usual slender, aristocratic vampires, breakdown is nothing short of a brute, using his raw strength and terrifying visage to strike fear into the hearts of his opponents. he drains the blood of those he kills in battle, which is how he got so strong to begin with. the only one who's truly well and safe from his wrath is a certain werewolf. as a human, he serves as a bodyguard for said certain someone.

knock out - the self obsessed werewolf who's unafraid to play dirty. despite being a fierce, savage predator, knock out prefers to spend his time at fortress nemesis, dissecting anyone megatron puts on his table. he also tends to be quite the hypocrite; he'll gladly tear someone apart in battle or on the operating table, but will then whine and complain that his fur is filthy. he'll snap his teeth at anyone who touches him, but then turn around and beg breakdown to rub his belly. as a human, he's a wealthy aristocrat who proudly indulges in human luxuries and flaunts his image; he's very "look, don't touch."

skyquake and dreadwing - twin gargoyles whose only loyalty is to each other. they joined the talons to ensure each other's safety, and with their combined physical strength, they quickly rose through the ranks and became formidable warriors. skyquake isn't able to use magic like most monsters, and thus, doesn't have a human form. as such, dreadwing uses his magic to protect his twin in battle, though it wears him down significantly. as a human, he's a mighty warrior with the battle scars to prove his worth.

this is about as far as i've come with character designs, though there's definitely gonna be more to come, as i have ideas for characters from other continuities, like tfa and g1. i'm pretty excited to start writing fics for this au and just play around and have fun!

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