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Rabbit Falling for the Lure

A/N: Was asked by this annon and @pinkmugcup to make more about my silly little Run, Rabbit, Run fic. I was a little stumped on what else to write for it as it was only going to be one part, but then this idea came to mind. Enjoy a little prequel fic. Short but hope it suffices!

Pairing: Yandere!141 x Reader

Warnings: Stalking, Yandere, Breaking and Entering, Unhealthy behaviors, oblivious reader, stealing, MDNI

Your neighbors were a bit odd. Ever since they helped you set up your new mattress, it was like they had decided they would be a permanent fixture in your life. Every time you went out, one of them would just so happen to be doing the same exact thing as you. No matter what you had planned to do, it was like they had read your mind and now you had an uninvited guest to do it with. 

It was no coincidence, of course. Though it wasn’t Simon’s intention to steal your key and make you worry that you lost it, but they needed the peace of mind that you were doing alright and taking good care of yourself! Can you really blame them for duplicating your key so they can look around your flat? It was in your best interest! They only snooped when you weren’t home, even if that meant sending one of them to go out with you. 

It was Johnny’s fault for putting the idea in Simon’s head, while John and Kyle were asking you questions. You needed to be more careful about leaving your keys out in the open with strangers in your house anyway. Far too easy for someone to slip them in their pocket, all the while you remained completely oblivious.  

The key was only gone for a day, no need to worry. The boys were more than happy to keep an eye on your flat during the time you were away at work and unable to leave your door locked. Gave them a good opportunity to get to know you and your space better. Simon, unfortunately, didn't get to look around as much as the others because he had such a short amount of time to replicate your key before you came back home. They had planned to say they went looking for it and found it fell in between your couch cushions, and it worked perfectly, you were none the wiser. 

Maybe they snuck into your apartment when you were gone and put in cameras, they just needed to know what you were up to when you weren’t working yourself to the bone. They might have also used the key to slip in and steal some of your things, but you wouldn't miss them. All they were doing, and will ever do, is in your best interest. They swear! 

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Lost in the woods (pt. 1)

(Yandere!Werewolf!141 + Yandere!Werewolf!Nikolai + Yandere!Werewolf!AleRudy x injured!gn!reader)

Synopsis: Reader tries to walk home from a bar and is chased in the woods by a man with a knife. Unluckily for the man, the woods he is in is owned by the 141, Nikolai, and AleRudy. But lucky for reader as the men decide to help them.

TW: Injuries, blood, wounds, the man chasing reader is implied to be a k!ller, implied death, implied dead bodies, yandere themes, manipulation, gaslighting, werewolves, horror themes, no omegaverse, unhealthy obsessions, toxic love, the 141 + Nikolai + AleRudy are dating

A/N: I was supposed to write a Valeria x reader fic for pride but found the cod werewolf au and now it has taken over my mind. Feedback is apricated but please be kind! I have no idea how to write accents, so I apologize in advance.

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It wasn’t often that they had an intruder in their territory, but it hadn’t been uncommon either. Kyle kept his guard up while keeping his footfalls light, not wishing to alert whoever was in their woods. They had picked a secluded spot after retiring to be left alone and far away from humans. Not that him and his boyfriends were violent to them, even on a full moon, but that humans didn’t understand them and would often end up causing flares of aggression to arise. His boys were rather dolce compared to most of the werewolves they had interacted with in the past, having been like this for so long and grown accustomed to hiding their true selves from the world. 

But now there was a threat, and Kyle was by himself on this one. His boys, having gone out to take care of various tasks, hadn’t returned home yet when the smell of an unknown human wafted through the forest. He could take care of himself just fine, but there was always safety in their numbers and that proved to be true time and time again. It could simply be a human who ventured too far off a trail while trying to find a spot to camp in. But if it wasn’t... 

The risk was simply not worth taking. He had to access the situation and dispose of any possible risks to his pack's safety. He could do it and make it back before the others returned.  

Atleast that’s what he thought, until a scream broke the calm silence of the woods. Every hair on his body stood on edge as he surveyed his surroundings, slowly creeping closer to where the scream had emanated from. Someone could have hurt themselves, twisted or broken an ankle with how dark it was. The taste of iron in the air quickly dispelled the thought of it being a clumsy human. Someone was bleeding and the scream was likely an indicator of the scene he was about to stumble upon. 

Kyle’s ears perked up and to the right at the sound of muffled sniffing and pained whimpers. His fears being confirmed for him as he peaked around a bush. Across from him, a human, who looked to have been thorough the ringer, had their back pressed against a tree. They kept peering around it like they were waiting for something to emerge from that direction.  

It gave Kyle time to survey the injuries. They looked to have gotten pretty banged up; multiple cuts and scrapes littered every available inch of their skin. The worst was their abdomen, where they kept their hand against a bleeding wound that Kyle couldn’t properly judge the depth or severity of from where he stood. He would have to approach the human in order to help them, except the human was obliviously petrified and meeting a giant werewolf would likely not make them feel much better. 

Kyle’s ear snapped from the human and towards the direction the human was staring in. The human attempted to muffle their sounds more by clasping a hand over their mouth and taking slower, yet shaky, breaths. Another human scent floated on the wind, this one reeking of the other human’s blood. They couldn’t see the other person yet, but they could hear him approaching. 

“Come out, little one. I promise to make your death quick.” The creepy man’s voice from the bar nearly sang as his steps grew closer to your hiding spot. You had made the dumb decision to walk home alone, swearing to your friends that you would make it home safe and that it was just a walk by some woods before you would be safely inside your home. You didn’t expect to be followed nor to be chased and stabbed in your side by a man who kept making more sickening comments the longer he chased you. ‘How sweet you smelled’, ‘how he loved the texture of your skin,’ and the worst; ‘how he couldn’t wait to carve it off of you.’  

You debated what your next move should be. You had injured him enough to slip away after he stabbed you in your lower left side. Unfortunately, now he was back up and still had his eyes set on you. He was too close for you to outrun, especially with the burning pain in your side. You could try to wait him out, the downside being that you were unsure of where you were and how to get back to the road you were walking along. 

Your musings were cut short, your arm roughly being grabbed and pulled back in an odd angle. You couldn’t suppress your scream of pain as you were dragged away from the safety of the tree you were using as cover. Your back was slammed to the ground, a boat immediately coming to pin down the shoulder to the arm that was just yanked. Burning hot tears streamed down your face as you attempted to wriggle away from the horrendous pain.  

“There you are! Told you i would find and catch you. Like a little mouse trying to outrun the big, bad cat.” The man taunted from above, his grin disgusting and unnerving. You were desperate to escape this nightmare. Wanted to beg for your life, wanted to see the next sunrise, your friends, your family. Hell! Anything else but the face of the man that was planning to kill you! 

Something seemed to hear your inner cries for help as one minute the man was practically leaning down in your face and the next, he was gone. You took in a deep breath before dragging yourself back against the tree. Panting as you frantically looked around for any sign of the man. 

Kyle was seconds for jumping at the man pinning down the poor injured human but was beat when a large fluffy body slammed into him, before dragging the man further into the woods and away from you.  

Kyle sniffed the air, relaxing slightly as he caught a whiff of Simon’s scent. He hadn’t heard any of them return yet; had they smelled the blood too before even getting into the driveway? He was unable to think on it look as a frightened gasped stole his attention. In front of the injured human laid Soap’s huge form, trying to appear smaller than he was. He could hear the small, dejected sounding whines Soap was letting out. Even though soap was trying to seem less like a threat, his display of submission wasn’t being perceived as that by someone who was looking at a weird human like dog. Kyle is surprised the human wasn’t screaming in fear. 

Thankfully though, Nikolai comes to join them. He gently shoos a whiney Soap while slowly approaching you. He kneels in front of you with his hands up in a show of peace. You try to focus on him, though it’s a bit hard with the MASSIVE wolf hovering over his shoulder and nudging him occasionally. He seems not to mind as he finally starts to talk to you. “Are you hurt?”  

When you keep staring at the werewolf behind him and not answering, Nikolai thinks it might be a good idea to reassure you about Soap. “He will not hurt you. Johnny smells the blood on you and wants to help.” 

Your eyes finally snap to Nikolai, seeming to still be on edge but more willing to listen. Your voice is quiet and shaky, but Nikolai’s heightened hearing let’s him hear you much easier than a human could. “Where is the man who was chasing me?” 

“Taken care of. You have no need to fear him; he will not hurt you again.” Nikolai states with conviction. He is unsure of what Simon and the others have done with him, but he knows that they will not let him leave these words. 

Nikolai reaches his hand out to hover over your arm that is still pressed into the stab wound. He asks, “May I?” and waits patiently for your response. 

After a small bit of hesitation, you nod and finally let up on the wound. Nikolai gently pulls your arm away from your body and rolling up your shirt enough to see the full scope of the wound. He gently puts pressure around it, causing you to let out a grunt of pain. 

“Hold on for me just a bit more, than I will be done.” Nikolai tries to soothe your cries of pain. Soap also tries to help, coming closer to you now that Nikolai isn’t paying attention to him. He starts to lap at your cheek trying to get rid of your tear stains. It causes you to let out a small lap. You hesitantly lift a hand and rub at Soap’s neck, that causes his tail to start to way. Maybe the scary werewolf was more like a dog than a beast. 

Nikolai pulls back down your shirt, looking off behind the tree to something you can’t see. He calls out to someone named ‘Kyle’ and you try to look back at what he is staring at. Only for your breath to catch in your throat as you come nearly face to face with ANOTHER werewolf. The new werewolf looks down at you, giving your nose a little lick and making you shriek in surprise. Kyle let’s out a small whine, but Nikolai, and you swear, Soap both laugh at the display. 

“Kyle, head back to the house. Tell Price we are bringing back an injured human.” Nikolai orders him, who complies without a second of hesitation. He takes off as soon as Nikolai goes back to addressing what injuries you have. He would like to stay and help but knows that letting the others know what is to come will keep any territorial instincts at bay.

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Meant to be writing a Valeria x reader fic for pride month but now werewolf!141 + others au has taken over my brain. I'll have to finish the fic for my girl another time 😞😞

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Run, Rabbit, Run

Pairing: Retired!Yandere!Poly!141 x Shy!Civilian!GN!Reader (Mainly Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader, more poly!141 towards the end.)

Summary: You try to escape the isolated house the 141 keeps you in, but you don't make it far.

Trigger warnings: Kidnapped reader, Yandere 141, manipulation, obsession, failed escape attempt, mention of punishment, fear of 141, thoughts of abuse, toxic love (this is just a story, don't seek this stuff out in real life), no use of y/n, use of names: Birdie, Bonnie, and Lovie but reader is gender-neutral, bad accents, writing errors, fanon 141. Let me know if I missed anything!

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It was hard to slip past the 141 when they always had one person with you at all times. It took lots of planning and memorizing routines to time your escape perfectly. But you didn’t plan good enough. Listening to the panicked shouts from the large house, deep in the woods and far away from civilization. Perfect for keeping a little birdie caged and far from prying eyes. 

How did you end up here? An innocent civilian who just happened to get four retired military men living in the flat across the hall from you. You rarely had interacted with them, not that they were looking to seek new companionship outside of their little group at the time. But Johnny seeing you struggle, trying to drag your heavy new mattress down the hall to your flat, had piqued his interest. You had just saved up enough money to replace the tattered mess of your old mattress, and didn’t have the money to pay someone to help you get the new one up to your flat. 

Johnny had come over as you stopped to take some deep breaths. Offering to have him and his boyfriends help move the heavy load for you. Your eyes had lit up and you couldn’t stop mumbling weak, exhausted ‘thank you’s to him. He was only gone from sight for a moment before three other big guys came out to see what had caught his interest. Finding the sweet, shy neighbor who was too nervous to bother anyone of their neighbors for free labor. 

The men made quick work of dragging out the old mattress and setting up the new one. Their eyes kept glancing to you as you anxiously watched them. You felt awful making them do all the work, but they had refused any help you tried to offer. John could see the look in his boys’ eyes. You were going to be theirs; you just weren’t aware of it yet. 

Maybe that’s why you ended up here; kept like a bird in a cage. They had slowly added themselves to your life, pushing others out of it to keep your attention all to themselves. Then pressuring you to quit your job and move with them to a quiet isolated house, all under the pretense of helping you during your struggle to get a better job that didn’t work you to the bone with such little pay. You couldn’t say no to the offer, or the sweet kisses you were given to add some extra sugar to the deal. 

Now, you regret ever agreeing. Kept away from friends and family, unallowed to do anything you wanted if it meant that the boys couldn’t have your attention as they pleased. You tried to argue with them about it after you had realized sometime after moving in, but you were outnumbered. Just the threat of what punishments they would give you, if you truly pushed their buttons, was enough to shut down any of your verbal complaints.  

Instead, you planned this very moment. Leave everything behind and flee. If only you had planned for the issues of how quick they would react at your sudden absence. The shouts of your name, mixed with their own personal nicknames for you, ringing through the night air.  

Your legs and lungs burned, not used to the strain you were pushing them through. Slowing down when your legs almost gave out on you. You weren’t far enough. They noticed your absence too quickly. Those thoughts swirling around in your head as you tried to keep moving, keep trying to struggle like an animal in a trap.  

“Lovie?!” The shout of Simon’s nickname for you sending a cold bolt of fear through you. How had he gotten so close?! He was still by the house just a minute ago, you were sure of it. You try to force your legs to keep going forward but the burn of overexertion is just too much. You stumble and collapse against a nearby tree, attempting to collect your breath.  

You could hear his foot falls creeping closer, his calls feeling like they were almost on top of you. Tears pricked at your eyes, the fear of being caught and dragged back to that hell was too much. A sob tore through your throat, the world going deathly silent as you tried to hold in your sniffles. 

“Lovie?” Simon’s voice was nothing but calm with his usual gruffness. He knelt next to your shaking form, the sobs finally escaping passed your sealed lips to flow freely. Admitting your defeat. His hand gently brushed against your face, even as you tried to curl in on yourself.  

“What happened, Lovie? Why did you run away?” Simon’s voice wasn’t accusatory as you had expected, you could hear the underly worry within them. Could feel how his hand was trying to soothe and slow the tears. “Come ‘ere, Love.” 

You were scooped off the forest ground and into Simon’s strong hold. You knew it was over; there would be no second try now that you failed your escape. You would go back to just being the pretty birdie they kept to sing them sweet songs, ignoring your sad calls to be set free. Now your wings would be clipped. Any small freedom stolen away. 

Simon held you close to him as he now leans against the tree, allowing you to get your emotions out before approaching the elephant in the room. Had they done something wrong? Upset you to the point you felt you needed to run away to communicate that something was wrong? Had they not been listening to you as well as they thought they had been? 

Your sobs had settled into nonstop sniffles, then to heavying breaths till your breathing evened out. Exhaustion from the adrenaline rush and panic taking its toll on you. Your body slumped against Simon, unable to try and fight out of his hold. His head came to rest on yours as he finally spoke once more. “What caused this, Lovie? Did we upset you?” 

You wanted to scream ‘YES!’ Let out every issue you had with them having tricked you into; only for the words to die on your tongue. Who knows what they would do to you if you told them of your wishes to return to your old life. Your wish to have never met them, for Johnny to have never offered to help with your stupid mattress.  

Simon gently squeezed you, his way of prompting you to focus and answer him. You tried to keep your voice from sounding weak and shaky as you spoke, “I hate it here. I want to go home.” 

“You are home. We're your home.” Simon responded without a second of hesitation, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. You simply kept your mouth shut, you knew he wouldn’t take it well if you said anything to the contrary. “If the house isn’t to your liking, it can always change. All you ‘ave to do is say so, no running away to get your point across.” 

You don’t fight Simon as he lifts himself and you off the ground, clearly making up his own explanation in his mind on why you believed the house was not your home. There was no point in correcting him, he wouldn’t listen. They would try to warp your explanations to fit their delusions, never truly hearing you.  

You turned your eyes to look up as you heard the other’s voices when they spotted the two of you approaching the house. Feeling the three pairs of eyes looking you over for injuries before flicking to Simon for an explanation.  

Johnny was quick to approach once you two were just a few steps away, cooing at you while brushing his fingers across your face. “You had us worried to death, Bonnie! You tryin’ to give us a fright?” 

Even though Johnny was trying to lighten the mood like always, you could see him and the others eyeing Simon. They were looking for any sign of anger or irritation, figuring out if they should worry you would try this again or if it was a one-time event. John seemed to find what he was looking for as he claps Johnny on his good shoulder, ordering the boys like he is still their captain. “Let’s get the Birdie safely inside. Kyle, make some cuppas for everyone. Johnny, change of clothes for Birdie. I need to take care of somethin’ before I join you, muppets.” 

Everyone immediately disperses as they go to complete their tasks. Simon is quick to bring you to John’s room, sitting you on the bed as Johnny is back like he never left Simon’s side. Johnny allows Simon to slip away as he helps you change, going off to see what John has gone off to do. He has his suspicions, but he needs to confirm it with his own eyes.  

Simon finds John in the den, silently thinking over what has transpired as Simon approaches him. Simon leans into him, while his arm wraps around his waist. Nothing is said, the silent presence of each other enough of a grounding force for the two of them. 

“What happened tonight?” John questions as he finally breaks the silence, looking deeply into Simon’s eyes.  

Simon is unsure how to tell him at first, still in his own hidden shock at your words. He thought you were adjusting well. You would ask for things and be understanding of the limitations they put in place. Were you just scared to hurt their feelings? 

“Think Lovie is having a hard time adjustin’. Says this place don’t feel like home.” Simon mummers to John, not wishing anyone else to hear. 

John sighs, closing his eyes and leaning into Simon. They would need to fix things. See what needs improving to avoid things such as this in the future. Have a talk about why you can’t just run off into the woods when your upset.  

John slips from Simon’s grasp, taking his hand to lead him back to John’s room. They can here Johnny and Kyle fussing over you, but your sweet voice isn’t heard. It causes John to frown as he peaks in. He sees the way you stare at the cup of tea in your hands, like you're not fully there. Your probably still upset and stuck in your head. You will need a bit to come back to your usual self after all the tears you’ve shed.  

The two approach the bed, John gently coaxing you to drink your tea to help you relax. You do it without thinking, too used to the way John always knows what to say to make you do what he wants.  

You can feel the tea taking effect as soon as you’ve drank the whole thing. Your eyes heavy, body swaying as you try to remain upright. Kyle and Johnny slip into the bed, gently guiding you to lay down between them. They wrap you in their strong arms, making it harder to fight off the fatigue. The blanket that Simon throws over you guys, before John and him join in, only seals your fate. No longer able to remain awake while the four quietly plot while cuddled around you. The drug Kyle slipped you making it, so they need not worry about you hearing them while you are dreaming deeply. They need their Birdie happy, but they can’t let you go either.