#monster handler au

[gremlinmodetweeker]

Break Down Build Up

König is such a little shit. I love him, but monster hybrid!König is a beast to wrangle in, even as a writer! I never know how to get him to sit still. At least Handler finally found a way to get him to stay put long enough to help him moult!

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Break Down Build Up

You’d never had too many thoughts about how important May was to you. Sure, there were some special days, but it wasn’t that valuable. It was just another month in the year, after all. How could May be of any great importance?

That was what you tended to think up until König came along. Since becoming König’s handler, May had quickly become your least favorite month of the year.

“Sit still!” you grumbled, trying to balance yourself in the middle of König’s great black wing without tugging on his feathers, “you’ve got a couple of pin feathers here that are ready to come in.”

König whined and shuffled uncomfortably. You tried to avoid gripping his feathers as you were jostled side to side.

“You don’t want me tugging on your feathers, do you?” you snapped as you managed to catch your balance again.

“Boring,” König croaked.

“Boring?” you rolled your eyes, “yeah of course it’s boring. It’s not like I’m having a fun time here either.”

“Boring,” König repeated.

The monster rolled you off his wings with a disgruntled caw.

You faceplanted onto the foam floor, rolling into a full somersault before sprawling akimbo on the floor. With a grunt, you managed to scrabble to your feet and gather your bearings. You glared at König, who seemed to be more than happy to take things into his own claws by flipping onto his back and rolling side to side. Today was May fifth. You had a whole month of this. You didn’t know what you were doing with yourself. You thanked the heavens again that your superiors wouldn’t be seeing you floundering with König. You had a couple of months until König was set to be deployed, at least.

As you watched König squirm like a mirthful puppy on the matts, you couldn’t help but wonder again how this was KorTac’s prized war machine. How did they manage to keep him still enough to listen to a command? Better yet, how did they manage to wrangle him into following a command!? You were completely beside yourself by this point. You couldn’t even manage to get König to so much as sit still to be preened.

Your hands fell to your sides as you tried to understand what you were doing wrong. König obliviously wormed across the floor, leaving a trail of white keratin in his wake. You’d have to mop that up when König was finished. Well, considering what sort of diseases he carried you’d have to scrub the gym anyways. It was your responsibility to mitigate the amount of potential contaminants that could be transmitted to other soldiers. You’d signed up for this, quite literally. You still wished you could burn the place down rather than have to try and clean it.

König skittered off to rub against a tall pillar to try and rid himself of the unholy itch that was surely driving him wild.

“If you just let me help…” you muttered under your breath as you strode over to him.

König swatted you away with his tail.

“Excuse me!?” you scoffed as you stumbled back, “did you just push me?”

“Must move,” König cawed, “moving helps.”

You sighed and relented. There wasn’t much you could do, was there? How were you supposed to get something the length of one and a half school busses to sit still? If König wanted to move, there was nothing you could do to get him to rest.

Or… Maybe you could…

Your eyes snapped open as realization dawned on you.

“Hey König?” you called to the big shifter.

König stopped rubbing his back against the pillar to look at you.

“Can you stay right here? I just need to get something from the back.”

König cawed and went back to rubbing his back. Well, if that kept him occupied, so be it.

You left König to his own devices with a little nod. As you rushed down the halls, you just hoped he’d stay put long enough for you to go and grab some puzzles you found from the common room.

When you’d managed to grab a couple and head back to the gym, König was back to wriggling to and fro on his back. You whistled and bounded over to him.

“König!” you held up a couple of puzzles, “I found something for you to do!”

König rolled onto his front to get a better look at you. He glanced between the boxes and cawed. He slithered to your side before letting himself drop flat onto his belly. He lay his head down on the ground and glanced up at you like a moping hound dog.

“Okay, so, how long do you think it’ll take you to finish these puzzles?” you asked as you put the jigsaw puzzles on the ground in front of him.

“Small,” he grumbled, “hard work.”

“So you think at least half an hour?” you asked hopefully.

“Longer,” König huffed, “small.”

You grinned to yourself as König spread out his wings to let you on. It seemed you finally had a way to keep König occupied.

Konig Dump

Alternate Universes

[gremlinmodetweeker]

I'm always completely blown away by your art. You're so insanely good, and you make my little blorbos actually look cute/cool. I adore your work so much!

Also, I'm so glad you got that the wings are attached to the hands because I was worried that didn't come through.

daily König sketch… Monster!König from @gremlinmodetweeker! he’s a big boy - also, one without the wings because his body is fren shaped, just a creature<3

[myonmukyuu]

monstie huntie 🎀🎙

[multi-lefaiye]

jfkls;adjf thinking about. a pair of characters paired together as part of some kind of research expedition. one character is the actual scientist, and the other is the hired muscle who's supposed to protect them. and they each fucking hate each other and struggle to work together.

i do not have much so far but i am brewing some ideas!! idk what this is

[cainballad]

Handler Braska (@lastaim) is a lightweight. Hunter Auron told him the drinks here go hard.

Bonus: Braska showing his insect glaive moves. Not a handler no more~

[venomgaia]

[gremlinmodetweeker]

For my monster hybrid au I wrote up a sheet on Soap! I don't make much content for him, but I really enjoyed making this sheet! I also like to think that Johnathan is always in Johnny's head, but only has a form when shifted. Johnathan can get a bit huffy about this sometimes.

Either way, enjoy monster hybrid!Soap as a nuckelavee!

@yune1337 I know you wanted to be tagged, so here's the Soap one!

[kathuman]

A commission for @artofanodyne featuring their huntress Talini, the Handler from MH World and @grimmhooke 's Pom!

This actually took me absolute ages to finish because I was away from home and wildly busy with stressful stuff. When I got home I was almost immediately sick too so it's taken me a while to get this posted ><

[liberationwasboundtohappen]

Because Wilds is coming out, I decided to make new characters in Monster Hunter World and Monster Hunter Rise. I tried making TKB in World, but then he just ended up becoming Marik -- like, oops my hand slipped here's Marik -- and I can't make a satisfying TKB in Rise to save my life. I mean, I still made him as well as I could, but it's hard when most options for men in MH just don't look right to me. TKB has a Palico named Ryou and a Palamute named Diabound. Marik's Palico is based on a sandcat's design, and I named him Meowmima.

[existence-is-a-pain87]

MONSTER AU AS I TRY TO CRAWL OUT OF WRITERS BLOCK!!! (Haha ima totally hate anything I write for this BUT I NEED TO TRY MY BEST!!)

Here Be Monsters

Yandere!Monster!Dandy's World x Toon?Reader

Wanrings: Obsession and other general yandere behaviors, gore, blood, swearing

IMPORTANT NOTE: I do not own all the monster versions of the Toons in this! Fxnn the Fishbowl and Faceless Shrimpo belongs to KC99 (marsol2099 helped create Fxnn though). I'm just using them in this AU because I think they're cool, hope yall don't mind. <3

Also, if yall don't want to create a special Toon for the reader in this, feel free to just use my OC Endri (ima make her the canon protagonist in this because... eh I'm too lazy to create a reader-centric Toon rn, hope yall don't care too much). (Also yes she shares my name, she's a self-insert <3)

Furthermore, I'm planning on this to be like a Part 1 where not all Toons are showed. You wanna see more of this? Then request a Part 2 or smth, idk. Hehe.

--☆☆☆☆☆--

You've been stuck in that basement for 20 years.

It wasn't like the depths of the facility you were used too, as a scrapped Toon. You were used to roaming around, being made to help out with the handlers and human employees with moving equipment or helping clean up spills of ichor.

But after your Incident? After you drowned in that... Ocean of Darkness?

...they put you in a basement you learnt was made for Dandy. Because they thought you were a Monster.

And you believed them. Why?

Because you weren't a Toon originally.

No, you used to be a human. You died in a car accident, and was reborn as a Toon.

Why?

Probably for some sick and twisted beings' amusement.

Because the Toons were obsessed. Whether romantic or platonic, it did not take them long after meeting you to show a crazed obsession with you.

Yet they contained themselves, to an extent. To the point you could call them your friends.

But you haven't seen them in 20 years.

You were painfully used to the small series of rooms that trapped you in. Allowed you to dwell, and remember your life as a human. Allowed you to learn how to return to the form of a Toon from your giant Twisted form, and to return to that form at will.

You learnt how your eyes had little white pupils at all times now, and would turn red when you got dangerously close to turning unwillingly.

But you learnt. You had to.

...

It was easy to figure out when you were abandoned.

You weren't angry. You knew Gardenview shut down at this point, you played Dandy's World when you were human. It probably shut down shortly after they locked you away and no one could find you.

It was fine, you didn't die. The ichor within you forcibly kept you alive, despite years of starvation and tons of dehydration.

You managed to break through a wall enough and find a pipe, and through a stroke of luck you managed to break it in a specific way that allowed water to come through, so the dehydration issue was solved.

But god, you were hungry.

You did try to ration your food, but 20 years is a long time.

After the food ran out and you broke the wall, you turned your focus to the door.

It was heavily reinforced, more so than the wall with the water pipe.

It took practically 15 years to break through.

15 long, grueling years.

And when you finally got through?

You turned back, desperate to not scare anyone, and immediately began hunting.

No other Toons knew of the little research facility within Gardenview they were born from. You did, though. And you scrounged for food.

Thank whatever evil deity that did this to you because there were tons of canned food that were designed to last this time.

You were never more grateful the cans of soup lasted over twenty years until they expired. You ate tons of canned soup that day.

And the next day. You were bringing that soup with you, you were not starving anymore.

You refused to starve again.

You had a plan. One to leave Gardenview.

It would mean reaching the top, but you could do it. And you could get out and form a life outside of thie facility.

Why?

Because you learnt how to turn into a human.

--☆☆☆--

Your initial plan was to try the elevator.

Unfortunately, it seemed to almost... lose power and plummet down.

Thankfully you survived, but you knew you had to find a new elevator.

You remembered the mines. Even lower down in the earth than your prison, but filled with five generators that would power a backup elevator in emergencies.

...you did not like roaming through these empty depths. You found and grabbed some random items on the ground, and kept going.

When you found that first generator, you quickly booted it back up. It wasn't hard, you've done it before.

But when it booted back up the power, you heard someone.

"What's that? Someone's here?"

You paused, looking back from where you stood in front of the generator.

"It's been a long time since I've sea-n someone..."

Finn..?

"Oh. You must be apart of those lunatics that did this to me... I'll make this quick."

...what?

...

You acted quickly. You knew the implication behind those words.

But... lunatics? Why did he assume you were not a Toon? What even happened here?

You knew better than to stop and dwell right now. You just ran.

But dammit, your stealth was never that great.

And when you saw him?

...that wasn't Finn anymore. A chunk of his head was gone, one hand had large claws, and he carried a bloodstained axe.

...Why was his head leaking blood, though? And why would he charge at anyone with an axe?

You knew he wouldn't kill you, but you were immediately scared you'd kill him if you entered your Twisted form.

So you just ran, your feet thudding against the ground. And he chased.

God was he faster than before, and laughing. Why was he laughing? Why was he taking joy in the idea of hurting another?

What happened to the Finn who would crack fish puns at you and ask you to take care of Barnaby Wilikers when he was being taken away somewhere for a bit.

Then you drowned.

...was this where he was taken? And they did this to him?

...wait.

WAIT!

You still have Barnaby Wilikers on you, don't you? You cleaned off all the ichor from him and kept him safe and close.

What if..?

"GO AWAY!" You yelp out, pulling out Barnaby Wilikers and gently tossing the toy fish at...

Fxnn. That's what he is now.

Barnaby lands square in Fxnn's bowl, staying in neatly despite the damage. Immediately, Fxnn freezes and reaches into his head, giving you a chance to get away and find a new generator.

"...How did you get him?" You hear him ask, "How?!"

You don't dare respond, focusing on the machine. You hear him mumble to himself, but can't make out the words.

"...did you do something to them?"

...uh oh.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO THEM?!"

OH SHIT, YOUR PLAN BACKFIRED.

Did he think you weren't yourself? How couldn't he piece together that this was you?

HOW BLIND WAS HE?!

You quickly fixed the machine and bolted, right as Fxnn charged in, readying the axe to chop off anything from your body until you died.

You kept running, didn't dare to stop, as you desperately fixed machines.

You fixed four by the time he cornered you.

"There you are, you bastard..." He breathlessly says, "Haha, you're a quick one, you know that? Reel hard to catch... but no more games. I'll kill you for what you did to them, because there's no other way you'd get Barnaby Wilikers..."

"...Finn, are you fucking blind?" You blurt out, "Like, how? How do you not recognize me as a Toon? I'm fucking tiny compared to a human! I'm not a human!"

He freezes, eye widening as he lowers the axe.

"...Angelfish..?" He weakly croaks out, sounding almost relieved yet even more terrified, "Is that... you?"

You quickly squirm away, managing to avoid the hand he reaches for you with.

"Stay back!" You yelp out, shaking a bit. You were terrified something would go wrong and you'd hurt him.

"Angelfish-?" Fxnn asks, looking panicked when you start running, "Angelfish, WAIT!"

He kept calling for you as you fled, searching for you as you rebooted the last generator and got the spare elevator running.

"NO! NONONO!" He roared out as you made a mad dash, "GET BACK HERE! I'M NOT LOSING YOU AGAIN!"

...How long as Fxnn been down here? As long as you were imprisoned?

How could they do this? Why could they?

You becoming a Twisted was an accident. This had to be on purpose. There were no machines of blood, unlike the pit of ichor you drowned in.

...You got an idea.

You didn't need to take an elevator, necessarily. Your Twisted form was primarily ichor, not to mention huge. You could climb into the vents and clamber through like you were Yatta.

So as Fxnn reached for you and you got to the elevator, you hopped to the side and shoved Fxnn in there.

He stares at you with a wide eye, and you sheepishly grin back as the elevator slams shut and starts going up.

You wheeze a bit, horrified by what you just experienced, but just want to leave.

So you go into the vents, and start climbing through.

Completely unaware of Fxnn's shaky laughter, his broken mind thinking you sacrificed yourself for him for some reason, and his desperation to see you after seemingly losing you again.

Cod, he loves you.

--☆☆☆--

You didn't know Yatta would be in the vents.

Or... what remained of Yatta.

It started with you seeing dark ribbons in the vents, randomly laid over each other, some knotted together.

You tried to ignore it and keep moving. Ignoring the faint clanging you heard in the vents you swore wasn't you. You tried to ignore the feeling of being watched that came later, and the feeling of being followed.

Then, you found pieces of ichor-stained candy wrappers in the vents.

When you paused in your crawling to pick one up, you heard a quiet chitter.

It made you tense and move a little quicker.

And made what was following you quicker. And giggle.

Then you felt a hand grab your ankle. You squeak and glanced back, seeing Yatta.

Her head was bashed in, one eye hanging by a tendril of ichor, but both staring intently at you. Her mouth is curved up in a grin that feels too big, until you realize she no longer has lips.

You barely see her legs, but all you can really see are stumps. Her ribbon tail is too long, disappearing into the darkness as you realize those black ribbons are her tail, and it seems like it's constantly growing.

She lets out a chitter, opening her mouth as candy spills out, gargled, excited words, desperately trying to leave her candy-stuffed throat.

You let out a screech, and drag your leg away and start crawling.

She's much more skilled at crawling through vents than you, though. So she easily catches and grabs onto you, arms wrapping around your waist as she pulls onto you in a hug.

She tries to say something, and candy falls onto your back. She rests her head on your back, and you feel her eye- wet, uncomfortably wet- press into your neck.

You shake slightly, as Yatta lets out a content purr.

"Yatta, let go."

You assume she replies with a garbled 'no'.

"Please, Yatta, I could hurt you."

Her eye narrows, as she looks a tad bit skeptical.

"Yatta, please. I may not look it, but I've become dangerous. I could hurt you, even kill you."

She may be a Twisted now, but it's not to your extent. You're terrified for her.

Yatta drags herself more onto you, clearly uninterested in letting go.

She just found you after TWENTY years, and now you're leaving? How RUDE!

"...Yatta, please."

She ignores you.

"...Would Looey approve? Or Blot? I'd think they'd ask you to let go."

Yatta looks up at you, tilting her head.

"What if you let me go? Wouldn't they like to see me again? You can show me where they are!"

Yatta hesitates, before letting go.

"...Thank you. You can show me the way now."

She turns and starts crawling away, expecting you to follow.

You don't follow. You move the opposite direction before she notices you aren't following and keep moving up.

You manage to get out on a higher floor as Yatta realizes you didn't follow her and immediately starts searching for you again.

You left her? AGAIN?! Why?! How DARE you! She's going to drag you back into the vents and NEVER LET YOU GO!!!

--☆☆☆--

You ended up in Astro's room.

He used to bring you here all the time. Mostly for naps with him.

You were glad to be in a familiar place, though.

You immediately started moving to go find one of the elevators, trying to ignore the eyes in the wall. Why did the walls have eyes? And why did they all snap to stare at you as you went, and you felt... exhausted.

You yawned but kept moving, mumbling weakly under your breath.

Then you saw it in the middle of the room.

Its top half looked like Astro without his blanket, even if it was larger than how he normally was. But his lower half looked like a slug's body made of ichor, blankets, and eyes, with his hat seeming to blend into it.

He was staring at you, and you felt even more exhausted. Your legs started shaking as this Twisted form of Astro seems to slowly start approaching you.

You try to hold yourself together as Astro manages to approach you, all four of his arms wrapping around you as you almost fall asleep.

"Starshine..."

You glance up at Astro, trying to push away.

"Let... go..."

"Why? It's been so long since I've seen you, please don't make me lose you again..."

"Astro... please..."

His gaze is usually soft, as he presses your face to his chest.

"Shh... You're exhausted. Just sleep."

No...

"I promise your dreams will be perfect."

No..!

"You'll barely tell you're asleep. You'll be completely okay. I won't lose you again."

NO!

You barely processed when you were in your Twisted form, dragging yourself out of Astro's arms. You could barely recognize how his eyes widened, the way his mouth opened and closed as his mind reeled.

You let out a snarl, being unable to speak from the ichor leaking from your mouth.

Astro wasn't too fazed. He just reached out and took your hands, staring at you with a mournful look.

"...I'm sorry I couldn't stop you from becoming like him."

You pause, giving Astro a confused look, as your Twisted form makes his exhausting effect notably less effective. He brings your hands to his face and buries his face in then, looking absolutely mournful.

"I'm so sorry, starshine."

You try to pull away as his grip tightens slightly.

"Please stay, starshine. I don't want to lose you again. I love you."

You hesitate, grimacing.

"I know you don't love me back. But I'd love you no matter what happens. Please don't leave me."

--☆☆☆--

You managed to get away from Astro after lying about you planning on returning to him.

As you turned back to your Toon form and entered the elevator, you let out a quiet sigh as the door shut.

Finally. You're almost out. Just have to ride the elevator to the top and leave the building.

You're so close to freedom. Freedom from the obsession, freedom from this prison, and freedom from living life as a Toon.

You can be human again.

Then you hear a click behind you, the sound of something rolling up from the floor, and the sound of uncomfortably familiar music fill your ears.

...no...

You don't dare turn around. You just hope your mind deceives you.

"Hello, dewdrop!"

Pretend you didn't hear.

"Dewdrop, turn around~"

Don't move, don't move...

"..."

Please go away, please go away...

"Dewdrop. Turn around. Before I make you."

You slowly look behind you. And like a light switch, Dandy's scowl turns to a happy grin.

...Not him...

"Oh dewdrop, it's been so long since I've seen you!" He says, standing behind the counter of his shop. "You have no idea how much we've all missed you!"

He leans on the counter, staring at you with adoring eyes. "How much I've missed you."

"...Hello, Dandy." You quietly murmur.

"...Oh, come here, you." He instructs, beckoning you closer, "Let me show you just how much I've missed you~"

You cringe at his tone- attempting to be seductive- and his lidded eyes, or the way he tries to beckon you closer.

"No Dandy. I need to go to another floor."

Your reply is curt, and you look away as his expression immediately sours.

"...How are you not like the others?" You suddenly ask, "Not... Twisted? Or Broken?"

Dandy laughs. "Well, because I was waiting for you to come back, of course! I searched high and low for you, you know? But I couldn't find you. But that didn't mean I gave up, no most certainly not!"

You try not to scowl as his tone almost goes smug. "Isn't that what anyone who loves you would do?"

You look away from him, taking a breath to steady yourself.

"I don't love you, Dandy."

"...what?"

"I don't love you." You repeat, "I never did, and I don't think I ever will. Please leave me alone. I need to go."

"...No."

Then, a sickeningly wet crack fills your ears. And another. And another.

Before you can even look back, you let out a screech as you're forced to hit the ground as... he lands on you.

Oh god. He's like you.

A Twisted version of Dandy- even bigger than your own Twisted form- looms over you. He takes up most of the elevator. And one of his ginormous hands- with those sharp and almost dagger-like claws- wrapped around your throat.

"Oh dewdrop, my sweet, stupid dewdrop." He snarls out, a faux grin of sharp teeth plastered on his face. "Why must you lie? I know you adore me. Not as much as I adore you, but still."

His grip on your neck tighten. You choke slightly, tears welling in your eyes as you tightly squeeze them shut.

You do not dare to let him see that you're like him.

You do not dare let the delusions that will bring come to your reality.

"Perhaps I need to show you my love." He muses, as his other talon gently runs down your arm, a claw twirling across it and pausing uncomfortable close to your waist, "Drill it into your silly little head that we are in love. Make you accept these feelings you are so unused to."

You shake as his hot breath caresses your face.

He laughs, nuzzling into your cheek. Your breathing becomes far too ragged for your liking.

"...I see you shake. You're scared." He lets out a curt laugh, "Oh, what are you scared of? I'd never dare harm you! You're just my little dewdrop. A tiny drop of water that can barely stand on its own! I'd never dare to evaporate you, you pretty little thing."

Should you turn into a Twisted? Risk the delusions to fight him off?

No, are you stupid? He would kill you!

...or worse.

"No, I'll wait to teach you the extent of my adoration." Dandy tells you with a smirk, "You aren't quite ready for it, my dear dewdrop. But I won't take you to the surface, I know that's where you desperately seek to go. Not yet, at least."

His other talon gently trails down your side as he hums.

"Get me tapes." He instructs you, "As many as you can get your tiny, little hands on. Bring them to me, and I'll take you to see the sun. Would you like that?"

You weakly nod, not daring to enrage him more.

"Good." He coos at you, giving you what you can only guess is a kiss on the cheek. "I love you, my little dewdrop~"

You weakly mutter back something similar, not meaning a word you said. However, he seems content.

You don't dare open your eyes as the pressure on you subsides. Nor as the wet cracks signifying Dandy's return to Toon form. Nor as the sound of Dandy's shop leaving fills your ears.

You only open your eyes when the elevator stops and opens.

You've never left an elevator faster.

[misty-doodles]

Hey chat horrible fic idea

Quackity brings Tommy to Pandora to show Dream off and brag that he's trained Dream so well as a mutt. Except instead of being horrified like he usually is, Tommy is easily convinced to help.

But like it could go two, equally fucked up ways.

1. Tommy hurting Dream like Quackity does, putting him down and torturing him to feel something, constantly guilt tripping him to further the idea that he deserves everything.

2. Tommy disagrees with the physical torment and negotiates taking Dream from Quackity as a pet, treating him like he was an actual dog and dehumanizing him to the point Dream can't view himself as human anymore, and takes joy from owning Dream for once.

[juliettejwnewinesa]

hiii, so sorry but is it possible to have one with Baku?? like the fem reader is being blackmailed into being in the Union like Baku and wants out so she wants to team up but he’s like cautious of her but they end up helping eachother out - become friends and then slowly into lovers🫣🫣🫢🫢

Quiet Exit

Humin x fem!reader | Union AU | slow burn | betrayal themes | angst | eventual lovers

Song recommendation for this ff: You Don't Own Me

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You never asked to join the Union.

You hadn’t even known about them until someone caught you sneaking into a heavily secured building in Gangnam and suddenly you were in a black van, a bag over your head, and a choice on the table:

"Work for us. Or disappear."

The words hadn’t been a threat. They’d been a promise.

You signed, hands shaking. Your new name was stapled to a file. A new apartment. A burner phone. A gun. A handler who only showed up when they wanted something bloody done quietly.

You didn’t ask questions. Not out loud. But you kept a notebook. You traced names, eyes, patterns. And one stood out: Humin.

He was older than you by a few years. Quiet. Private. Always watching, never reacting. A ghost even among monsters.

You wanted out. He seemed like the only one who already had one foot out the door.

So one night, you waited for him.

The Union’s back garage smelled like oil and rust. You leaned against the hood of a broken-down car, palms sweating. When he stepped in, hoodie pulled over his head, hands deep in his pockets, you spoke before you could lose your nerve.

"I want out. I think you do too."

He stopped walking. Didn’t even flinch. Just stared.

"And why the fuck would I trust you?"

Fair.

You stepped forward anyway. Slowly.

"Because I’m the only one who’s watching as closely as you are. I know what they’ve done to you. I know you hate this. And because if I get caught trying to run, I’ll be dead in twenty-four hours. So I’m not here to trap you. I’m here to make sure we both live long enough to leave."

He didn’t answer. Didn’t move. But he didn’t leave, either.

That was enough.

For weeks, it was tense. You didn’t talk much. He didn’t look at you unless he had to. But slowly, piece by piece, he let you in.

First it was access. He gave you files you shouldn’t have had. Codes. Cameras. Then it was silence. Shared cigarettes behind alley dumpsters during missions. Wordless nods in briefing rooms. Then finally: trust.

"I’m going to Busan. There’s something there I need. You coming or not?"

And you were.

He was meticulous. Cold on the outside but the kind of careful that only came from pain. You wondered what they'd done to him to make him so precise with his rage.

One night, in a crumbling motel room outside the city, you patched up a deep cut on his side. He winced. You didn’t apologize.

"You’re shaking," he said.

"Adrenaline," you lied.

But it wasn’t. It was him. And the fact that this was the first time you were close enough to realize his hands weren’t cold at all.

Your handler began watching you more closely. You started finding your apartment searched. Your notebook moved. Your lock picked.

You told Humin. He didn’t speak for a long time. Then:

"You need to disappear. Now."

"I’m not leaving you here."

He laughed, bitter. "You don’t owe me anything."

"You’re wrong."

He stared at you like you’d punched him. But he didn’t argue.

You ran together that night. Burned phones. Stolen IDs. Train to nowhere.

In a dark hotel room in a city without a name, he stared out the window and asked:

"Do you regret meeting me?"

You didn’t answer right away. Then you whispered:

"No. But I regret not meeting you sooner."

When he turned around, something had broken in him. Or maybe, something had finally healed.

He stepped forward. Close enough that you could hear his heartbeat.

"You still want out?"

"Only if you’re with me."

His lips crashed into yours.

You made it out. Not clean. Not painless. But alive.

You live in a quiet town now. You don’t say your names. You pretend to be normal. You smile at markets and hold hands like you were never killers or prisoners.

Sometimes he wakes up screaming. Sometimes you do. But you’re there for each other.

Always.

Because love isn’t always soft. Sometimes it’s bruised and desperate. Sometimes it’s built in fire and run through blood.

But it’s still love.

And after everything, it’s yours.

[emry-stars-oc]

Now that mermay is over. I have more mermay content. Much thanks to my buddy silvermasquerade who I wanted to talk about a mermaid au with (specifically their twin oc girlies who feature heavily here) and who had a hundred good ideas because now I’m terminally obsessed

So what if there were merfolk dolphins and they lived in an aquarium that does shows and stuff and most of them have an assigned human “handler” to help manage things and maybe to perform with. I think the merfolk are mostly like rescues or relocations?? At any rate the current set up of humans they work with are largely tolerable and even likeable so that’s a plus 🙏 and yes I’m unlearning embarrassment so you get to see my whole sketchbook layouts

(In this specific au the list of names and animals on the top left (above) are the merms, the right side list is the reverse timeline but we’ll get to that later)

Anyway I’ll put some ‘who’s who’ + rambles under the cut, for now @silvermasquerade GET OVER HERE I HAVE YOUR CHILDREN AND SECRET OTHER ART

Ok so. The merfolk are: silvermasquerade’s girls Adaline and Alyssa, the two black haired dusky dolphins

Alyssa (ponytail)’s human is Bo, Adaline won’t take an assigned handler but if she needs an assistant for her performances she’ll borrow someone (usually also Bo). They’re beautiful and so much fun to play dolls with and I love them. I also love forcing Bo and Alyssa to get through the initial absolute refusal to cooperate bc once they figure each other out they are so funny to me

(The rest of these aren’t going to have pics accompanying them because I’m hitting image limit smh)

My contributions to the merms are Quinton, the spotted dolphin who’s (current) human is a yet un-designed and completely un-introduced dude named Rhydian (annoying, sometimes pretends that the merfolk aren’t as sentient as they are bc it’s ‘convenient for him’). Luckily I’m thinking Q eventually gets put with Kallistos instead, who’s one of his besties in canon. He’s also mercilessly, lovingly teased for not being overly subtle by merfolk standards with how intrigued he is by Alyssa’s handler

Estes, a nondescript seal who doesn’t perform atm but ended up taking to one of the employees (Lolo) who was therefore given defacto responsibility of Estes bc she’s so snappy with anyone else. Lolo also happens to be someone that frequently helps train new employees so when Taorna is hired, he also accidentally gets on Estes’ good side. Oops 💕

Mercer, the unreasonably large orca that was brought in who also doesn’t yet perform because they have no one to work with him on it. He’s not quite built for the elegant types of shows they put on anyway, if they ever do a pirate drama he’d make a great sea monster tho.

And Liana, the common dolphin with the yellow ribbon in her hair. Her handler is Ambrose (eyepatch guy) which means she’s almost immediately teased/razzed by the other merfolk for how well the two of them get along. “He’s handsome and kind and -“ “girl please. he’s a HUMAN” but you best believe they are the media darlings and look so cute in their matching costumes

One day I’ll draw them with their humans bc you absolutely have not seen the last of them, I’m obsessed almost to the point of concern, I also need to figure out how to get Betony in here fr. If you thought Mercer towered over them before oh boy

[cryingbluez]

Finished ref for my new mhs2 oc, Haku and his Abyssal Lagiacrus, Zanka. (Haku isn't in the same world/au? as my other oc Tokyo)

More info under the cut, e.g. backstory, as well as a little bit of info on Zanka.

Will be updating/adding/taking away from this info as I go along, so things may change in this info.

Haku was born in Lulucion (Lamure), and came from a family that had been hunters for generations. (around the age of 11) His family wanted him to become a hunter as well, which he despised, as he considered being a (Royal Paleontology) Scrivener, or possibly a handler for a hunter, rather than hunt monsters he mainly wanted to study them. Haku actually having a fear of monsters, but due to his family couldn’t see himself working a job outside of monsters. 

His family were borderline abusive due to their constant push/aggression/etc for him to become a hunter, e.g. getting mad at him if he messed up his training, or getting mad when he was scared of a simple Konchu. 

In this time Haku would do several things to try to get out of the house/out of training/etc. He’d often explore ruins around Lamure, and or go out in the fishing boats to help out the fishermen, getting taught how to steer the boats and check for weather and wave conditions/etc.

After a while he learnt about the job of studying ancient ruins/civilizations, having an interest in exploring ruins as he would do that to escape his family. Something to do that didn’t really involve monsters too much, and he could do something he loved. Deciding that's what he wanted to do. But was unsure on how to go about it with his family being around. 

Due to a certain incident with Haku and his family he decided to run away from home, stealing one of the fishing boats he used with the fishermen, but due to his rushed nature/panic he didn’t make any checks to see if the conditions were right to sail. He wanted to sail towards the Pomore Garden, as he heard about a Felyne village there and wanted to spend a bit of time away from humans. But due to a storm got swept up and put out near Hakolo Island, which with no other close land in sight/loss of navigation he went towards the island. 

When on Hakolo Island he ended up across the island from the village, and lived off the island for a few days hiding from monsters and using his knowledge on plants/etc that he had learnt from his family to live off the land. That is until a scout from Mahana Village found him and took him to the village. Haku was welcomed into the village by most of the villagers. The Chief Gara and Kayna being the only two to hear the full story from Haku. Chief Gara specifically taking Haku under his wing and now raising him. 

The villagers found it quite funny Haku’s fear of monsters, but never fully teased him on it, maybe a comment occasionally but left it for the most part. Kayna would often try to get Haku to train to be a rider with her, but Haku for the most part was uninterested. Haku also didn’t like how his movement around the island was restricted by the village, not allowing him to go to certain parts of the island/out far without a monster/permission. 

(around the age of 14) Haku snuck out of the village to explore some ruins along a beach on the other side of the island, one where he first landed near when he sailed to the island. And a place he wasn’t really allowed to go now. Wanting to raid the ruins for anything interesting to put into his room. Which after a few random artifacts he came across a kinship stone, and picked it up planning to dump it alongside all the other kinship stones without owners in the village. 

But was attacked by a Green Nargacuga, which made him flee and hide, him using the sun and the kinship stone to shine a beam of light from the stone into the Green Nargacuga’s eyes to blind it for a second to get away. 

After an hour of hiding he became aware of the tide coming closer to the ruins where he was hiding, knowing if he doesn’t move soon he could possibly be trapped if not killed by the waves. 

Deciding then to move, despite hearing the faint signs of the Nargacuga still being around. He would move from ruined building to ruined building. Coming across a building that was fairly open, him seeing something black and bright blue in the corner, curiosity consuming him despite all the danger he was in. Due to how open the area was, the sun was hitting him, and the kinship stone in his hand. 

Getting closer he stared at the item confused, the light of the stone shifting and hitting the object which when a crack appeared down the object, which Haku quickly realises what the object is. That object being an egg, and that he has accidentally started to hatch it. Haku being in the situation he’s in now, quickly rushes over to the egg trying to stop it from cracking more saying things like ‘nonono’ and panicking over it. But it being too late and the egg hatching. Revealing a strange looking Lagiacrus, a type he’s never heard about before. 

Haku being horrified by it, and then hearing the Nargacuga getting closer as well making him whip his head back and forth from the Lagi to the entrance of the ruined building. Remembering all of Kayna’s talks about looking after their monsters and never giving up on them. Not wanting to abandon a baby he basically forced to hatch he would scoop up the Lagi despite not wanting it close to him he would continue his escape away from both the Nargacuga and the tide of the ocean. 

After a while when he got back into the forest he was found by a search party, as he had been gone for too long, and they wanted to find him. He was relieved to see people from the village, but also knew he’d get telling off. Though him having a kinship stone and a baby Lagi in his arms surprised the search party and later the rest of the village. 

Chief Gara and a few of the other elders of the village did give him a telling off, but were just glad he was safe. Chief Gara telling Haku what the specific Lagi was and saying it must have washed up in the ruins with another tide, asking Haku what he’d like to do with the baby. Haku still not having put it down yet. 

Haku didn’t really want to have any sort of monster, still wanting to one day become a researcher of ancient civilizations. Which Kayna would pipe up, having been listening in on the scolding/talking about the monster, telling Haku that he could use the Lagi to dive and check out the flooded ancient civilizations. That no other researcher will be able to explore to the extent he could with a monster like this. 

To which Haku stared at the monster in his arms, the Lagi having its head resting on his shoulder making light cooing noises to Haku. 

Haku looking at this monster starts to feel bad about having wanted to ditch it, realising this whole entire time he’s been holding it, it’s never once shifted it’s head, it’s never took its eyes off of him. Kayna also makes a compelling argument, it would be nice to explore areas most wouldn’t be able too. 

He decided to become a rider, in which Kayna started to train him. Haku also training to hold his breath underwater, as well as get used to the ocean. Starting to go on dives with the Lagi, who he names Zanka. Though they haven’t explored ruins in that time. 

Which takes the story to the main events of the game,(Haku being around 15-16) though the protag isn’t Kayna’s first student in this. I also think the protag would be around the age of 14-15 (same goes for Kyle as he is a similar if not same age as main protag)

Haku journeys with the main protag but often splits off to do his own thing half of the time, or may stay back because of Zanka. As Zanka doesn’t really like all the light from the sun, and also wants to be around water. 

Haku does go to Lulucion (Lamure) with the protag, as he’s worried about Ratha, plus with the ocean being around Lulucion he knows Zanka will be fine. He purposely hides when moving around Lulucion, and or actively stays out of the city if he can, avoiding his past life. He would have liked to have never returned, but his worry for the protag and Ratha is what makes him go. The protag may realise somethings going on with Haku, but Haku won’t say. Only saying why after the events of the main story. 

During the ‘story’ Haku does end up going to the Pomore Gardens with the protag. And sees the destroyed Felyne village. Feeling a little responsible, as that's where he tried to get all those years ago on the fishing boat. Thinking if he actually made it to the village, and seen the place in chaos, he could have sailed back to Lulucion and gotten help for the Felyne’s. He knows its silly to think like that, but can’t help it. While there, he tries to help out the Felyne’s where he can, even helping out with very simple things. From there Haku splits off from the protag for a bit to go finally get help for the Felyne’s from Lulucion/the Scriveners. 

When leaving Pomore Gardens he goes with Kyle, since Kyle was heading that way anyway, Haku still not really liking Kyle, but dreads travelling with just his monster. Preferring to travel alongside someone who knows what they're doing in a fight. Though Haku does bother Kyle a bit as he wants to use Zanka to cross the ocean to get to Lulucion quicker, whereas Kyle refuses to get on a monster, let alone get on one that's going to take them out to sea. So they follow the water instead, so Zanka can stay in the water as they travel on land. 

When the protag and Haku meet again it’s back on Hakolo Island during the final act of the main story, he had already received a report on things that happened while away. The only one in the Oltura fight looking like he’s about to pass out due to his fear.

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Haku is a relatively strange person, often seeming to flip emotions very quickly, when in reality he’s just dramatic. As a child he was super shy and a bit of a crybaby, but when push came to shove he could do some brave things (though some would argue that it’s not brave it’s stupidity). But after spending time on Hakolo Island he slowly grew into a less shy person, being able to grow in a community that didn’t punish him for failing or getting something wrong, who encourages him to fight for himself to do what he wants to do in life. 

He’s become a fairly outspoken person and now not really afraid to say what he wants, though he’s also aware that sometimes he needs to take a step back and realise if he says something hurtful. 

He’s dramatic in the way he talks, often enjoying saying over the top things, mainly to help with his own nervousness about a situation. He’s often fairly friendly, but when he doesn’t like someone he lets them know clearly. Often he may get into arguments with people no matter if he’s in the wrong or not. 

Haku cares a lot for the main protag, seeing them as a sibling. Went with them to try to look after them, as the protag had never left the island till the main story takes place, is a little less afraid when fighting alongside the protag, fighting on behalf of the protag. 

He’s always had a fear of monsters for as long as he can remember, despite not having any traumatic experiences with a monster. Every fight/hunt he’s in he does in fear, but over time in the story his fear somewhat turns into being a cautious fighter and one to notice little changes in a fight. His 3 weapon choices are sword and shield, hunting horn, and gunlance (in mhs2 choices) (if he could pick all weapon types his 3 weapons would be lance with full defensive skills e.g. Guard/Guard up/Offensive Guard, he’d have bow and hunting horn still)

During the story he learns to be less afraid of monsters, and also slowly starts to realise his dream of diving to explore ruins when he gets in contact with the Scriveners in Lulucion (Lamure). He learns to deal with difficult people (e.g. hunters, mainly Kyle). 

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Haku’s Abyssal Lagiacrus is called Zanka. 

Zanka doesn’t really like being on land and is often found in any source of water it can get himself into. Is like the equivalent of a cat that wants to get into a box but can’t fit, but with water. He also doesn’t like the sun due to Abyssal Lagi’s mainly being in deep ocean so isn’t used to the light, likes the warmth of the sun though. When the group got to Lulucion (Lamure) Zanka tried to get into the water fountain in the middle of the city, even though he won’t be able to fit into it, which Haku grabbed onto him on his tail and tried to drag Zanka back to the stables. 

Overtime of being raised by Haku, Zanka has semi picked up on how dramatic Haku can be and sort of acts like Haku. Even not really liking other monsters too much, as Haku is scared of monsters. Or when someone else tells him to do something he will refuse to do it, as it wasn’t Haku telling him. Often when people talk to him, he will flick his head upwards pointing his nose up at the sky and stare down at them from this angle to show he doesn’t like them ‘flick head away in disgust’.

Zanka doesn’t get along with many people, as over the years Haku has become confrontational towards people, which Zanka has picked up as well. Being a lot more critical and judgy towards people. Which isn’t too bad, unless Zanka picks up on the fact Haku doesn’t like someone then Zanka is an ass to that person. E.g. Kyle, will try to bite him or take things from him to throw or run away with, or just grumbles whenever he talks. Even though Haku has chilled out when it comes to Kyle, Zanka is willing to take this one-sided beef to the grave. 

Haku has given it a hand command that if shown Zanka will start to screech. Haku does this when someone he doesn’t likes tries to talk to him, he can secretly give Zanka the command, and often scare people off with how loud Zanka is being, or have Zanka screech over the person speaking. Often Haku will have Zanka swim a bit out to sea, and make Zanka have his back out of water, so he can sunbathe on Zanka’s back and Zanka can mostly be in the water, so both of them are happy. 

Zanka has headgear that often feature some sort of shade for his eyes. As being a monster that is used to low light/no light things the sun can be annoying if not could even hurt Zanka’s eyes. So Haku has headgear specifically designed for Zanka.

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Haku's possible monster team/teams: 

(Gonna try to avoid giving him deviants/elders, but will have a section for if I ever do draw/etc him with more powerful things)  Elm = Element of the monster  AT = Attack Type of the monster  (Haku when picking 3 monsters for a smaller team will pick monsters with different Elm's and AT's) 

Must be on team (if its a team of 6):  -Abyssal Lagiacrus (Elm: Thunder | AT: Power) (Abysal Lagi isn't in mhs2, but it was in a side mobile mhs game thats now shutdown. mobile game didn't have any AT's so will make them up) (Also if he's choosing a team of 6 he always has Abyssal Lagi in the team, where as if it's a team of 3 he may choose another thunder monster to give his Abyssal Lagi a break) 

Can be on main team: 

-Stygian Zinogre (Elm: Dragon | Attack Type: Technical)  -Legiana (Elm: Ice | AT: Speed)  -Mizutsune (Elm: Water | AT: Technical)  -White Monoblos (Elm: Non Elm | AT: Power)  -Bazelgeuse (Elm: Fire | AT: Speed)

Possibly on team (No particular order): 

-Zinogre (Elm:Thunder | AT: Speed)  -Brachydios (Elm: Fire | AT: Power)  -Zamtrios (Elm: Ice | AT: Technical)  -Glavenus (Elm: Fire | AT: Power)  -Tobi-Kadachi (Elm: Thunder | AT: Speed)  -Fulgur Anjanath (Elm: Thunder | AT: Power)  -Palamute (Elm: can be any of the elm Palamute's | AT: Speed)  -Shrouded Nerscylla (Elm: Non Elm Haku focused genes on status | AT: Technical) -Espinas: (Elm: Fire (also has a lot of poison/para) | AT: Technical) (Isn't in mhs2, but turning it into a monstie)

Deviants/Elders (No particular order): 

-Lucent Nargacuga (Elm: Non but focus on poison status and kinship | AT: Speed) (isn't in mhs2, but it was in a side mobile mhs game thats now shutdown) (can also be Silverwind Nargacuga ((Elm: Non Elm | AT: Speed)) prefer Lucent cause of the poison thou.) -Crimson Glow Valstrax (Elm: Dragon | AT: Speed) (isn't in mhs2, but it was in a side mobile mhs game thats now shutdown)  -Oroshi Kirin (Elm: Ice | AT: Speed)  -Boltreaver Astalos (Elm: Thunder | AT: Technical) -Bloodbath Diablos (Elm: Non Elm | AT: Power)

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Extra stuff (either about Haku or Zanka/his monster(s)):

-Zanka is a monster Haku has for a few years, before part way through the events of the main story/after the story Haku finally starts to get more monsters. Though he takes his time with each monster he has, but primarily sticks with Zanka

Names of his other monsters and their genders: -Stygian Zinogre = Wrio (M) -Legiana = Virtue (F) -Mizutsune = Sayomi (M) -White Monoblos = Anwar (F) -Bazelgeuse = Enya (F) -Zinogre = ??? (F) -Brachydios = ??? (F) -Zamtrios = Moza (M) -Glavenus = ??? (M) -Tobi-Kadachi = ??? (F) -Fulgur Anjanath = ??? (F) -Palamute = ??? (F) -Shrouded Nerscylla = ??? (F) -Espinas = ??? (M) ____________________________

-Lucent Nargacuga = ??? (F) -Crimson Glow Valstrax = ??? (M) -Oroshi Kirin = ??? (M) -Boltreaver Astalos = ??? (M) -Bloodbath Diablos = ??? (M) (when I get more names for the monsters I will edit)

-Haku doesn’t truly have a fear of monsters. It’s more so the fear of disappointment, messing up. Due to how his family was the fear of his family and upsetting them manifested as a fear of monsters, both because of the ‘becoming a hunter’ aspect, and also the fact he didn’t want to blame his family, so the next best thing to blame is the monsters. A bit after the main story takes place is when Haku finally starts to unpack this information once he realises. 

-Haku does have some wyverian within him, but for the most part is human

-Zanka has pink on him, due to having some dragon elemental attack within him, though it's not really used in his moveset.

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Inspo’s:

-Haku shares a name with another oc of mine, though their looks are not similar, their personalities are a little similar. 

-Haku’s diving mask is based off of Rudo’s mask (Gachiakuta).

(art by Kei Urana??)

-The comment about Haku’s eyes being able to be drawn wobbly is also in ref to Rudo’s eyes in the manga Gachiakuta.

-The Abyssal Lagiacrus (Zanka) has the name of the character ‘Zanka’ from Gachiakuta.

-An old design I made inspired both his eyes and hair. (won’t post that art here thou) 

-Other inspo names for Haku’s other monsters, Stygian Zinogre = Wrio (Wriothesley - Genshin Impact), Zamtrios = Moza (mosasaurus but with a z instead of an s), (will add to when i get more names with inspos)

[thedovesaredying]

Werewolf!141 x F!Reader | Sneak Peek

You've been assigned to Task Force 141 as their designated Werewolf Handler. It will be your job to ensure that the pack work together as coherently as possible through any means necessary. You think it will be an easy enough assignment, just help out the Task Force and then move on to the next one. Unfortunately for you, the rest of 141 aren't so willing to let go of their new human.

A/N: Just a little snippet from an AU I'm playing around with. It'll mostly be a smut-based fic.

Warnings: Mentioned Child Abuse (Simon's Past)

Masterlist: CoD Masterlist

Next

Out of every member of Task Force 141, Ghost is the only person you’ve struggled to get along with. That isn’t to say he’s rude or deliberately trying to make you feel uncomfortable with them, he’s simply not as welcoming as all the others. He has his reasons for that, you know, probably some kind of attempt at keeping you safe, but it’s beginning to get on your nerves.  

You’re a human, the rest of your team are not. A whole pack of werewolves with you right in the middle of it. While normally you would be touched that someone cares so much for your welfare, you’ve spent years learning how to handle werewolves and you’re far from a rookie. It’s gone from being sweet to being nothing but irritating.  

You’re their designated handler, so it’s vital that all of you can work well as a team. You’ve met three of the wolves – Price, Gaz and Soap’s - and for the most part they’re good fun to work with.  

Soap, by far, has the clingiest wolf. He follows you around base, tail wagging and tongue lolling as he acts like your own personal shadow. He’s playful and loves nothing more than to run circles around you while you’re trying to work. According to his file, he comes from a large family of other wolves, so he’s well socialised and both halves of his personality, human and wolf, work together in perfect harmony.  

Gaz’s wolf is a little more reserved when it comes to spending time with those outside of the pack, but he’s just as friendly toward you as Soap, if a little less excitable. He has a beautiful, sleek black coat, unlike Soap’s shaggy brown mop of fur. You’re the only human who can run your fingers through his soft fluff without potentially losing a finger for disturbing his luscious locks.  

Your Captain has the typical grey colouring, with some white sprinkled across his muzzle. He’s the very picture of a regal, perfectly poised wolf. The two sergeants might be unruly when playing together and enjoy riling up one another, but both heed Price’s commands without fail.  

Ghost, however, is an unknown.  

During the full moon your pack run out across the field on base, play wrestling and doing their best to smother you with affection. It’s an evening of fun and a perfect way for the group to destress every month. But Ghost? He’s never there with you.  

While Gaz and Soap grew up with other werewolves teaching them how to behave and coexist with their inner wolves, and Price has had decades of working in the military to develop a vice-like grip on the control over his own, Ghost never had such an opportunity. He wasn’t born as a werewolf, rather turned into one.  

Werewolves born from others of their kind have good relationships with their wolf halves, having existed together even within the womb. Those who are turned suddenly find themselves with a whole separate creature suddenly inhabiting their minds and bodies, and the results of having their psyche torn to pieces so violently can be horrific. You’ve seen firsthand what kinds of aggressive, murderous beasts can be born from a newly changed werewolf rejecting their other half.  

Ghost is one such beast. Turned as a child by his own father in an attempt to make him bigger and stronger, only for it to backfire and create a terrifying monster instead. Instead of learning to embrace his wolf on a full moon and finding others of his kind to play and grow with, a young Simon’s wolf found himself locked up in a metal cage. He would be muzzled and beaten during his father’s attempts at “training” the wolf, then left either chained to a pole or in the tiny cage without food or water for the remainder of his change.  

And that’s merely what Ghost’s medical file is willing to disclose, the majority of the rest blacked out completely. You’re fortunate enough to have access to the highly classified documents, but even they give you very little to work with.  

Price has told you just how difficult it is for the other wolves to work with Simon’s wolf. He never learned how to socialise with other wolves, and it took months before they could all cohabitate without fights breaking out. But still now, years on, Ghost still refuses to spend the full moon with the rest of the pack.  

You were requested specifically to work with the pack to try and help Ghost open up a little and learn to accept his other half. No doubt it’ll be a difficult task given Ghost’s history, but this isn’t your first rodeo. By the end of this you’ll have Ghost’s wolf rolling over for belly rubs like the good boy you know he is.  

[love-toxin]

Cattle -> Harley Kunuk

plot: a world in which the realm of monsters & yanderes has merged--that's the au you find yourself in as a low-producing cow hybrid. you've never impressed any master as working cattle, always cast aside in favour of prettier, more talented cows. that might change once you get dropped off at the wrong farmer's ranch.

(cws: fem!cow hybrid!reader, chubby+naive reader, yandere themes, explicit smut, lactation, fondling, dry-humping, chest worship, dirty talk/soft degradation, clothed sex/cumming in pants, kinda monsterfucking, power dynamics, reader refers to him as 'Mr. Harley')

a/n: welcome to the long-awaited 'harley x cow hybrid reader' saga LOL

wc: 4.7k (art by milove @the-zipper !! <3)

If not for the grace of the gods, you'd surely be thrown into the ditch or to the wolves by now.

The transition between seedy motels has never been easy, sure, but you've reached new lows since your last rancher kicked you to the curb. Besides, nor has having to deal with the treatment from your superiors been easy when most of them see you as nothing but what your brand reads out.

Cattle.

If farm hybrids have anything, it isn't rights–at least not for undesirables like you. There's probably places out there like Runerhéa where you could live in peace, but this new world is even tougher than the last. When the realms merged as one, everyone on the lower side like you thought it would turn out to be a blessing. Maybe you'd finally get a break and wouldn't have to live like a piece of meat. But so far, it's only been a curse.

Ever since you were passed into the hands of these “livestock traders” your life has been absolute hell. Your last master had at least left you be most of the time, preferring to pay attention to his other, better-producing and prettier cattle rather than get on your case for this or that. These guys that have been toting you around since then have been complete nightmares to deal with–they're callous and cruel and they never let you rest properly, they keep you up all hours of the night with their hollering and drinking and gambling on those awful card games.

Yet, even when you were told that your time with them would be coming to an end, you weren't excited about it. Not one bit. How could you be, when you've been surrounded by horrible people saying such horrible things about your abilities? They've called you “moon-face” and mocked your pitiful history as working cattle, to the point that they've joked about re-branding you and making you a sex toy or something instead, because that's probably all you're good for. You can't even moo right, much less make any milk that doesn't taste sour or curdle within minutes. You're totally useless, and whoever your new owner is, he's quickly going to come to that realization too. Your handlers have been quick to remind you of that, just in case you happen to pick up some worth in yourself on the way there.

That's all you've thought for the past three days since you've been here, too scared to come out from the back of your stall for fear that the big, scary farmer with the loud voice is going to yell at you for not turning out to be what he hoped. You heard him arguing with the traders when you were delivered: ”What the hell is this?! I bought a cow, not some girl! Is this a joke? Did Elias put you up to this?” and since then you've cowered in the corner, refusing even to touch the water and food he brought and left at the door for fear he might just poison you to save the trouble of bringing you back. You've never been kept with real farm animals before, yet even now there's not much interaction you have with them. The big guy put you in a stall far away from his other animals, probably because he thinks you might infect them or something. It's always something with you.

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. You've been hearing those noises from outside for the last two days, the sounds of wood scraping and hammering pervading your fuzzy ears and filling your mind with all manner of horrors that might await you. Is he building some kind of horrible torture machine? A rack? A device to forcibly milk you? Oh, that thought sends a chill down your spine. Or is he simply building your coffin? It could be any one of those possibilities or many, many more horrible ones, and it leaves you to tug your floppy ears down and try to block out the noise as you cry softly. I don't wanna die. I don't wanna die, even if I'm bad at being a cow. I just wanna live another day.

You pull the scratchy woolen blanket he left in here closer around your shoulders, hoping and praying with your head bowed that this won't be the end. With the clunk of the barn's door sliding open, with every step you hear thudding closer and closer towards your stall, you tremble harder and hurriedly wipe your tears dry while you pray to the Deity to shelter you from an early grave.

Kh-chunk. The clasp on your stall comes undone from the other side, and with bated breath, you watch as the door rolls open and lets in the streams of light you'd forgotten existed in this endless darkness.

“...Oh.” The farmer utters his surprise softly, his brow easing up as he looks you over. He's perched at the entrance to your stall still, not quite ready to cross the threshold yet. Maybe he's still trying to prepare himself as he sizes you up for the slaughterhouse. “You look…cold.”

You shake your head meekly and throw off the blanket. Straws of hay flutter about your knees as you do so, some of it already stuck in your hair and your meager clothes that don't cover enough for him not to blush and avert his gaze. “Uh…c'mon. We need to move you somewhere else.” He meekly produces a harness from his overalls, but it sits lightly in his hand like he's not really keen on using it. “It'll be safe. C'mon.”

If you weren't a lowly, domestic cow hybrid, one of the very lowest of the monster hybrid species, you'd be tempted to ask if he's always this awkward. He can't even look at you, he barely even breathes once you finally stand and skirt past him out of the stall. And he doesn't dare to touch you as he leads you out of the barn even though you're his property–it's like he doesn't even see you as cattle, but as…you don't even know what.

At the very least, despite the uncertainty around your new home, the first deep breath of fresh air as you step outside reminds you of the home you knew in childhood. Rolling grass in a sea of green, woods out across the field that are far from predators, safe fences and even a big, old farmhouse on the lawn that gives you a sense of homey nostalgia. As big and scary as he looks, maybe he's not so bad after all…maybe, as long as you do everything to appeal to him, he might treat you like nice cattle and not the nuisance you've long been defined as.

As you step out onto the grounds, the farmer introduces himself as Harley. He waits while you sniff around the fresh, clean air a bit before leading you around the side of the barn–that's where a small, shed-like attachment has been built on to the side of the structure, which opens into a surprisingly comfy and spacious area that he must have put together in a hurry. The floorboards have a nice rug over them and there's a soft, downy mattress in the corner on a little frame, and it's all built in and warm like it's an actual room. But when you turn to Harley with a quizzical look on your face and he tells you it's yours, you don't even know how to respond. So you just look at him blankly.

“It's…yours, y'know? It's, uh, like your…bedroom, I guess.” He looks around the space and rubs the back of his sweaty neck, seemingly sheepish about the simple construction even though you're standing there dumbfounded. “I didn't think you'd wanna live in the barn with the animals, but, uh, you wouldn't come in the house. So…yeah.” The silence between you is agony up until he just huffs and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Listen, this isn't ideal for me. I don't deal well with people, and you're…sort of one, I guess. To be honest, I hate the idea of sharing my farm with some stranger.” He sighs and runs a hand through his dark hair, incidentally messing up his long ponytail that's just barely keeping all that thick hair tied up. With his hands set on his hips, he looks you dead in the eyes in a way that makes you cower at his sternness. “But you're here now, so whatever. Just behave yourself–and if some guy in a cowboy hat comes around, make yourself scarce. I don't want him messing with my-” He catches himself, but in your bovine wisdom you finish his sentence for him.

“Cattle?”

Harley swallows dryly and nods. “...Cattle. Yeah.” In any case despite the awkwardness and the tense air between you, he shows you how to work the little water pump he built the shed around so you can wash up and drink, your bed and blankets, and where to use the bathroom–which he insists you do inside the house, for no reason that he elaborates on other than the fact that you're able to, so you should. With that he leaves you be, letting you sit and ponder this newfound haven that he so casually dropped in your lap.

By the third day in your little mock cabin, six days since you've arrived here, you're pretty sure you've fallen in love with Mr. Harley. He won't tolerate you calling him ‘Master’ because it makes him all red in the face when you say it, so despite him insisting on no formalities at all you've settled on referring to him as ‘Mr.’ Harley.

It's been an easy process to say the least. Mr. Harley is gruff and speaks bluntly, but he never lays a hand on you and has never called you any mean names. He feeds you more often than he does his other animals, and despite getting annoyed and scolding you if you don't eat like you didn't the first three days, he's always gentle and doesn't yell or kick things over when he's mad. Plus, he treats his other farm animals real nice–you've heard him cooing and calling them by their names when he pets them, and most of them come running or perk their ears up when they hear his voice from far away. One of the chickens even tried to peck you when Mr. Harley was showing you around, and had his hand on your arm as he showed you how to feed them. They love him so much they even get jealous, and it's easy to see why. Mr. Harley is so caring and kind-hearted. He's got pretty brown eyes and such a low, deep voice, and big muscles, and soft hair, he's more handsome than any other master or trader you've come across in your whole life. It's no wonder you've fallen in love with Mr. Harley.

Where it's becoming an issue, however, is with your milk.

The first little while you were here, Mr. Harley didn't even make a mention about your production. There wasn't any bucket around for you to show him anyways, so you've been sitting around letting the milk build up and up and up until you're sore and swollen. The only reason you're sat in your shed with a bucket in your lap now is because Mr. Harley noticed your discomfort (because he's such a nice and caring farmer…) but, with you being too worried about your quality and Mr. Harley being too red-faced to stick around and watch, you're coming up on the end of the day without a drop to show for it. If you don't give him anything, he'll think you're a disobedient cow! But if you squeeze out your milk and it tastes sour, or makes him sick…oh, you couldn't bear to think of making Mr. Harley hate you with the taste of your milk. It's quite the dilemma that you have no easy way of getting out of, so you do what's likely the better option: you milk out just enough to make the swelling go down, but not so much that the taste will be too strong if it's bad.

But even with your clever thinking, your knees shake as you perch on your bed and listen to the big, thudding footsteps of Mr. Harley coming towards the shed. The moment the door slides open you spring into action, and pick up the bucket a quarter full of milk to hand to him, hoping beyond hope that he won't be upset over how little there is.

“..Huh.” After he jolts slightly at your sudden movement toward him, Harley glances down at the bucket and back up at you as he takes it gingerly, peering down at the milk as if it's some sort of magic that you've managed to fill it even as little as you did. He raises his hand and your instincts force you to flinch, your eyes squeezing shut as you anticipate a hit or something equally awful. But the moment passes because Mr. Harley pats your head instead, stroking your hair and your fuzzy ears gently before hiking up the bucket to grab and hold it by the handle. “Good girl.”

Good girl? Are those words for real? Was that…praise? And so easily given, at that?

You're practically on your knees by the time he steps out of the shed, they're so wobbly and weak, but before he can make it outside he halts and turns back to you. “So…” He lingers at the doorway, the bucket hanging from his closed fist. “...Where does your milk come from, exactly?”

Oh. That's…hard to explain. You had a sense that Mr. Harley already knew, but then again he owns farm animals, not hybrids. So you meekly point at your own chest in answer, and Harley's reaction takes you by complete surprise.

“...You're shitting me.” He breathes out in what comes off as disgust, but is really shamefaced embarrassment as he tries to avert his eyes but can't tear his gaze off of your…well, udders. It was obvious that they were impressive, but he clearly wasn't expecting such a blunt and simple answer. Harley clears his throat and tries to get something out, but sooner than he's able to he gives up and just wishes you a good sleep as he shuts the sliding door behind him.

The rest of that night is full of whimpers and soft cries throughout the shed as you weep out all your worries. Mr. Harley doesn't like me anymore! He thinks I'm gross! You sniffle into your tear-drenched pillow as the thoughts grow so loud in your head that they overwhelm you. In time, you cry yourself so dry that you can't help but drift off, your sleep peppered with bad memories and anxious nightmares of what Mr. Harley might do with you tomorrow, now that he's seen how worthless and disgusting you really are.

Though by now you're used to the rooster's screeching to wake you up, your morning is riddled with half-awake mumbles and drool caking your pillow as you try to remember what you were doing. It's not until you rub your eyes and look around that you notice the light filling the shed, and realize with a cold twist in your belly that it's almost midday and well past the time you should've been up and about. The sounds of Mr. Harley's boots in the barn next door rattle you out of your covers and up to your feet, your knees knocking and hands shaking as you try to figure out what to do.

Mr. Harley always comes by your shed to check on you after he's done with the animals, and by the whinnying of the horses as he sprays the hose you can tell he's just about finished up with filling their water trough. And if that's what he's up to now, that means you're next–and gods know what he's gonna do now that he doesn't think you're cute anymore! You're not sure now if he would kill you, or chop you up to sell your bits in some underground meat market, but he might give you back to the traders! You can't let that happen, you can't!

Little do you know that while you've bustled around your shed in a panic trying to figure out what to do, Harley has been pacing anxiously outside the barn doors before finally slamming them shut and heading towards you. Each step rings out like thunder. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump-

The door to your shed slides open, eliciting a startled shriek from your lips as you drop the bucket. It clatters to the ground and rolls to a stop just by Mr. Harley's boot. The two of you lock eyes and he utters a string of words that totally throw you for a loop.

“You had trouble getting your milk out yesterday, so I'm gonna help you.”

The air that hangs between you is heavy once he says that, pierced only by the gentle clinking of the bucket's thin wire handle as he reaches down and plucks it up off the hay-scattered ground. Harley rubs the back of his neck and clears his throat, his steps taken slow and quietly as he slides the door shut behind him and approaches your skittish self.

“You want me to help you?” His voice remains stoic and strong, but when you nod so meekly that your ears twitch his face burns a bright red all the way down to his collar. He coughs into his hand and asks you to move into a comfortable position while he stands awkwardly and prepares himself for what's about to come. You can barely make eyes with him in the meanwhile, every bit of you is trembling as you sink down to your knees.

Mr. Harley sets the bucket down beneath you. The soft, almost imperceptible thunk rings in your ears like a dinner bell. A thought flashes over your head and you wonder if you should get on your hands and knees–but the shame of such a position quickly overcomes whatever else would compel you to do so, and you sit quietly and patiently with your ears flicking nervously in rhythm with your tail. He gets down on one knee and mutters something in your ear to soothe you, but you can barely hear anything over your own breathing as you try to will your heart into slowing down from its fervent pace. When he asks you to pull down your top, however, you certainly hear that command loud and clear.

The moment the fabric swishes down your chest in one clean motion, Harley has a look of utter redness and embarrassment all over his face. He's a bit more composed than yesterday, but he can barely tear his eyes away from them; your udders. They're so soft and weigh so heavy on your torso, it's a surprise you can even lift them up yourself. That's what he thinks, anyways–you can't even comprehend his awe when you're so self-conscious over your nipples pebbling in the drafty air. Your fingernails scrape against each other in a nervous tic while you wait. He has to get prepared, and he warms his hands by rubbing them together; the very action of which sends heat straight to your nethers and a twitch to your soft, fuzzy ears.

“M-My milk doesn't taste good…” You whimper to distracted ears, but still, Mr. Harley holds his hands back from reaching out and he meets your eyes in contemplation. Your worries explode out of you before you can halt yourself. “B-But I'll–I'll try really hard to make it sweet, Mr. Harley!”

To your shock, he just shakes his head. He scoffs, but then–then it's a chuckle. It's laughter, low and gravelly, but it's laughter all the same.

“You taste good.” Mr. Harley murmurs, and his eyes don't look at all daunted. He doesn't correct himself, either. He leans closer, reaches out, and then the callused pads of his hardworking fingers are brushing under the tender skin of your breasts.

The moment is…saccharine. It's divine. It's godlike! You can't see, can't hear, can barely breathe, and you've never felt more exuberance bubbling up in the back of your throat–you want to scream and cry and beg but the emotions jumble themselves all together and leave you stunned silent. You can hardly let out the gentlest exhale of disbelieving breath as Mr. Harley's hands fold over your chest, and you feel a warmth you thought was only reserved for cows of a much better pedigree than you. The man that's bigger and stronger and sweeter than you shuffles in closer, he wants his lips right against your skin; he wants to taste you and touch you while he gives you a squeeze, and when his tongue flicks out to dab the sweat off your neck you could just cry, it feels so exhilarating.

“M-Mr. Harley-” You gulp, your tone betraying your enjoyment in how it trembles with desperate need. Harley's hands start pressing and pulling on each teat, and in no time at all he's coaxing the milk from you as easily as he would his own dairy cows. No mess, no fuss, and no tears–not ones devoid of joy, anyways. You can't help your own instincts in this moment of pure, primal hybrid heat. “I-I love you, Mr. Harley.”

His head raises and tilts down to look at you. He doesn't even have to look to make sure he's getting it all in the bucket, he's so experienced. Something seems to brew behind those dark, cocoa-coloured eyes…and his words stir up the heat within you like a potent, bubbling love potion.

“I'm so fuckin’ glad they got you mixed up.”

With that admission of very Harley-like affection, he buries his tongue in your mouth and presses your lips firmly together in a wet, forceful kiss.

A kiss! From Mr. Harley! Your tail flicks to and fro with happiness while you're melting into it, into the softness and the strength of his tongue and the sticky wetness of your spit mixing with his. You've never been kissed like this, and when he pulls back you just have to lean in for more. He can barely stifle his lustful chuckles when you keep pecking his lips like a touch-starved harpy, hoping for more tongue and spit and warmth. He squeezes your left teat especially firm and a thick jet of milk spurts out, leaving you to hunch forward suddenly as a wet spot starts forming in the seat of your poor panties. Harley's slanted nose is the only thing keeping you up; he nuzzles it under your chin when your body threatens to pitch forward into the hard ground.

“So close.” He murmurs into your mouth as he seals his lips over yours again. His hair is mussed and he's blushing…a lot. “Almost there. Such a good product today. Nearly filled the whole pail. Good girl.” He whispers against your cheek as you try not to feel the delicate rumbles of his voice in your cunt. With a swish of movement, Mr. Harley maneuvers around your trembling body to slot himself up behind you, and lets his hands reach around you just so his thick, muscly biceps will keep you upright through to the end.

“M-Mr. Harley…I think I'm…I-I dunno, I feel-ah! Ah, weird. G-Good weird..” What feels like a brick presses up against your rear in that moment–you have a feeling you know exactly what it is.

“Yeah?” He scoffs with a thrilled smirk against your neck. “Dirty fuckin’ dairy cow. That's what you are, huh?”

“Y-Yes-!” You squeal, but whether that's an answer to his question or simply the reaction he's caused by bucking against you with a groan, it remains to be seen. Either way Mr. Harley is enjoying himself, and it floods your bovine head with vindicated glee that your master enjoys you. You're doing a good job. You're a good cow.

“Good fuckin’ cow,” Harley growls, completely lost in the softness between your thighs and the sweet warmth of your tits weighing heavy and milk-swollen in his hands. Your legs shake against his thick thighs as he pulls you back to practically sit on his lap, held up by the monster straining at his pants, begging to be let out. You've already left a soiled, sticky spot there through your clothes but Harley won't take any apologies–not right now, at least, when your milk is flowing at its peak and he's just about to lose his self-control completely…if he even had any left from the moment he held your soft, chubby body in his hands. A splash of milk jets from your swollen tits and splatters against the side of the pail rather than inside it, and with that you don't need to see Mr. Harley's face to know that he's reaching his end; in fact, he's already there.

A string of “fuck, fuck, fuck!”s erupts from his mouth that he buries in the juncture of your neck and your shoulder, his teeth not only grazing now but biting down hard into your sweat-soaked skin. The spot you'd left on his jeans is nothing compared to the damp mess he makes as his thighs shake beneath yours, his hips ruthless and powerful as he slams them up into you with the desire of chasing that invaluable heat between your legs. You've barely held back from spasming in pleasure this whole time, but once Mr. Harley has his needs sated is when you finally allow yourself to give in to yours. Groans, panting, and soft mooing resonate within the homey little room that you've incidentally turned into a den of pleasure. Mr. Harley finally slumps back with his arms tucked tightly around your middle, and a wobbly, satisfied smile makes its way across your face as you look down and see a pail full of warm, creamy-looking milk. A few spots and tiny puddles litter the hay-covered ground around it from where you spilled, and some still soaks Harley's massive hands, but you still managed to fill it–a whole bucket!

“I did…a good job, Mr. Harley?” You ask in such a sweet, timid voice that he can only manage a breathless scoff in response.

“You think you did a good job?” He asks, but not understanding his tone, you start to fuss and squirm in fear that you've disappointed him. It's only once he manages to wrangle you against his chest and pick you up off your feet with him that he manages to calm you down.

“Relax, little one. You did a good job.” Careful not to let you lose balance, he sets you down on your feet and holds you there, steadying you against his effortlessly strong body. The moment you look up at him with those sweet, wet cow eyes, he can't resist his affections and lovingly strokes your ears. “Very good. You're a good cow. Look at all the milk you made,” He reaches past you to pick up the pail and hold it out for you to see. The glistening milk swishes with the heft of the bucket, so he steps away and ensures he sets it aside amongst the empty ones to keep it from spilling over.

“So…c-can I stay, Mr. Harley?”

It seems your voice does more than earn you an answer from him–Harley whips around to look at you with a dumbfounded expression on his face, and his reaction is more than you ever could have thought you deserved.

“Stay? What d'ya mean, ‘stay’? You're part of the farm. You're my family now. You're not going anywhere.” He reaches out for you and in that moment it takes for him to get to you, the tears are already flowing and you're blubbering pathetically into his chest with gratitude, which he seems much less awkward in accepting now.

“Hey–quit sayin’ such stupid shit. Stay…are you crazy?” He murmurs into your hair, his arms so tight around you you're reminded of the soreness of your hollow chest as your tits press up against his firm body. What he whispers to you then, in the silence peppered only by your weepy cries of adoration and love for your ‘Mr. Harley’, is the one thing that will stay with you for a long, long time–perhaps for the rest of your life.

“Not just cattle anymore, little one. You're…mine.”