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Bitter Secrets | Part 4 Next Steps

tf141 x jack russel shifter reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: discrimination, violence, descriptions of illness and injuries, death and violence on the basis of descrimination

Summary: you never planned to reveal your identity to your team, however being trapped in a safe house with them for over a week may not allow you to keep your secrets hidden for much longer

A/N: idk why but this chapter was such a slog to finish :/ hope y'all like it at least

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Part 1 | Previous Part | Next Part coming soon...

It’s the cold that wakes you up, sharp like needles against your skin. You aren’t sure how long you’ve been asleep, at least for enough time to disorientate from your current situation. It takes a few moments for your head to catch back up, blinking slowly at your surroundings until it all clicks back into place, still in the cabin, still sick, still no solution.

The sound of the door slamming shut has you jolting in your seat, head snapping toward the noise only for your vision to flash white. A hand presses against your shoulder, holding you steady as Price's voice reaches your ears, “just Soap and Ghost getting back. Don’t move too fast, you’ve been out for a couple hours.”

You manage a small nod, carefully shifting on the couch to face toward where Soap and Ghost are unpacking some bags, squinting your eyes in order to cut out the glare from the overhead light. The captain gives the back of your neck a squeeze before stepping toward the two men, asking for the updates. Their words seem… hazy around the edges, like there’s something stopping the sound from reaching your ears properly. It takes all of your concentration to focus on what is being said, temples throbbing in disapproval.

“There’s a doc in town along with a motel and some basic shops. Managed to find some snow chains we can use on the humvee to get around safely but even so we are stuck here for a couple more days at least. The roads in the town have been cleared of the brunt of the snow now that the storm is subsiding, but the road out is currently blocked from an avalanche down the mountainside, we’ll need to wait till that’s cleared out before we can make a move,” Ghost gestures to a paper laid out on the table you can only assume is a map of the surrounding area.

Price hums before nodding his head toward where you’re sat on the couch, “you talk to the doctor about their symptoms.”

Ghost grunts in affirmation, “says to bring ‘em in asap, won’t be able to offer treatment without a proper assessment”

“Right well…” the captain glances around the room, drumming his fingers lightly on the top of the table before stepping back, “gather what we’ve got and get it in the truck. We’ll head to the doctor first and then see if there’s a suitable space for us at the motel, even with treatment, this shacks no place for a proper recovery.”

Gaz is slipping an arm around your waist before you can fully process the sudden movement, counting down from three before pulling you upright. You groan in discomfort, the pressure in your skull increasing tenfold, your eyes clenching shut instantly. Gaz murmurs a soft apology under his breath before beginning the slow walk toward the door, pausing every few steps when your legs falter.

As soon as he pushes the door open you begin to shiver, an uncontrollable vibration that weaves over your skin. The humvee seems all too far away, surrounded by starch white snow that your body wants to avoid at all costs. Never in your life have you made a noise quite like the one that slipped from your lips at the first step out into the snow. Low and pitiful, almost pained. If you were more alive, maybe you’d feel embarrassed, but the only thing you care about is getting somewhere warm as soon as possible.

The sensation in your feet is like needles, sharp pain that reaches its way up your legs, settling in your thighs, making each step harder and harder. Once you are sat in the vehicle, Gaz is quick to wrap a blanket over you, tucking it tightly around your limbs as one would for a small child. A moment later he is climbing in next to you, double checking that you seem secure before giving the captain a thumbs up through the window as Price, Soap and Ghost continue to load up the last of the gear.

The drive into the town takes a long time, the combination of Soap driving cautiously with the icy roads, as well as the severity of your chattering teeth, make for an uncomfortable ride. A part of you wishes Soap would drive at his normal highspeed, because even if the vehicle skids off the road into a ditch it will at least put an end to your suffering.

You squint out the window as the town comes into view, a small stretch of buildings each blanketing by the white powder. The sight makes your eyes ache, the lights along the street glaring upon the snow in a blinding yellow that burns into your corneas.

Soap finds a park easily, the street almost empty aside from a few cars scattered along it at random locations. Price is the one that opens your car door, helping you out after Gaz unbuckles you from the seat.

Ghost pushes open the door to the nearest building, holding it wide as Price helps you amble inside. Through your squinted eyes you can make out the word ‘Doctor’ painted atop the doorway, stomach flipping at the realisation.

Soap and Price sit you down in one of the waiting room chairs while Gaz and Ghost go to talk to the receptionist sat behind the large desk, talking quietly with the occasional gesture in your direction.

It seems only a few minutes later that, what you assume is the doctor, steps out of one of the offices attached to the waiting room and calls your name. Everything seems to hit you at once, the reality that you’ll have to explain what it is you are to some random stranger and hope it doesn’t result in your demise.

When Price and Soap attempt to guide you toward the room, intention clear that the team plans to join the appointment, your face is balking instantly. You start to shake their grips off, throat tightening.

“No I- I’ll talk to the doctor alone,” you attempt to step toward the doorway, only to have your knees buckle under you when the world flips on its head.

Price sighs in annoyance as he steadies you, “you can barely stand upright and you’re running a fever, it’s likely you are going to miss information or be unable to explain the situation properly. And if this is something contagious, we need to know immediately to get the rest of us tested; if the entire team got ill-”

“It’s not-” you cut him off, swallowing hard as spit begins to pool in your mouth rapidly, “not contagious.”

“Last I checked, you aren’t a doctor kid,” he attempts to lead you toward the assessment room, but with the little strength you have left, you dig your heels into the carpeted floor.

Price, fixes you with a sharp glare, opening his mouth to lecture you about making things harder than necessary, but you speak before he can, “I can’t have the team in there.”

He seems to ponder your request, eyes flicking back and forth between your own before letting out a slow huff through his nose, “... you aren’t going in alone, but I’ll compromise and let you pick who goes in with you if it makes you happier.”

You know that is the best offer you will get, and at this point you are out of other options. Now to decide, out of all of your team, who do you trust won’t kill you on the spot?

Taglist: @yrdax1s @mrwagster @bemeochii @f0rtunej @pinkkyangel @brebob @jason-vs-crowbar @sgt-artemis-owl-riley @whitetiger846 @probablydeadbynowdotcom @rinkashirikitateku @kaoyamamegami @drmuy @lunar-atlantis @bean-mom420

Dividers by @pixopix

Tell me why my period is three days early just to arrive on my birthday, can the universe maybe gimme a break for one weekend

#rae’s rambles

Bitter Secrets | Part 3 Panic

tf141 x jack russel shifter reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: discrimination, violence, descriptions of illness and injuries, death and violence on the basis of descrimination

Summary: you never planned to reveal your identity to your team, however being trapped in a safe house with them for over a week may not allow you to keep your secrets hidden for much longer

A/N: god you'd think i have a thing for vomit with how much i've talked about it so far, i promise that is not the case. also i just relaised i put no tags on the last chapter whoops

Series Masterlist | main masterlist

Part 1 | Previous Part | Next Part

The feel of the cold metal in your palm does little to slow the speed of your heart, if anything it makes it worse. The voices around you become a faint buzz as your mind goes back to twenty two, back to that humvee, though this time you aren’t a bystander, you’re the one in the crowd. Vomit once again makes its way from your mouth, thick and sludgy, tainted almost black; a sight much like wet coffee grinds.

Very few times in your life have you cried, a number so small you could count it on one hand, but your body continues to betray you. Wetness pools in your vision quickly, lungs seizing with each breath, refusing to inflate with the air you desperately suck in through your nose. You can see the mangled pelt, every detail so clear, an image of what will become of you once your body finally wins out the battle and forces you into the form you resist.

There’s something cold and damp being run over your chin and neck, your body jolting instinctively at the sensation. You try to scramble away, but despite how loudly your brain screams at your limbs to move, nothing happens. The tremors that continue to run through your limbs, forcing you to move your hand away from the holster on your hip, planting itself back against the ground to keep you steady.

A firm palm presses against your shoulder blades, attempting to sway you into a seated position, you couldn’t resist if you wanted to. The movement makes the room spin, eyes falling close instinctively to ward off some of the vertigo, only cracking back open when you are once again still.

You find yourself face to face with the pinched expression of your captain, a wet cloth clutched in one hand that he uses to continue cleaning off the mess of liquid staining your lower face.

“It’s okay. You’re gonna be okay kid, just keep breathin’ for me,” his voice calm, an attempt at reassurance, but even despite his resolve you can see the small twitch in his brows as though he’s struggling to maintain his disposition. You suck in one slow breath through your nose, exhaling as controlled as possible in an attempt to get your lungs working correctly. Your chest still feels tight, but the spasming seems to reduce after a minute.

Price keeps his own breathing steady, a matching pattern you can follow. The now dirtied cloth is chucked aside as the man grabs another damp rag and drapes it over the back of your neck. Your eyes flick to the sight of movement behind him, Ghost and Soap working quickly to gear up with the best of the resources they have on hand. You manage to make a small noise of question, causing Price to glance over his shoulder briefly before turning back to meet your gaze.

“Ghost and Soap are gonna trek to the closest town for supplies and hopefully medical assistance. It’s only 5km off but in this weather….could take em’ a while,” he flicks his eyes away, lifting a hand to gesture Gaz over from where he was filling a flask with water.

The sergeant is quick to trot over, passing the flask into Price’s outstretched hand, his nose twitching in worry as he scans over your face.

“Need you to stay with me till they get back alright?” The captain says before lifting the water toward your lips, attempting to coax you to drink.

You shake your head, stumbling over the words in your throat as you shift away from the container, “no- no doctor. I’m- I don’t need it.”

Price tuts, fixing you with a sharp stare that kills any further protest almost instantly, “not up for debate sergeant.”

The flask is pressed against your lips, the captain’s free hand holding the side of your head securely as he tips a small amount of fluids into your mouth, pausing to allow you a moment to swallow before repeating the process again. There’s no denying the water is a small help, the cool sensation of it sliding down your throat reducing some of the pounding you feel in your temples.

You don’t see Ghost and Soap leave, but you hear the sound of the wooden door shut firmly behind them, the crunch of snow audible for the first few of their steps until they are swallowed into the strom. The thundering in your chest grows heavier, the little grasp you had on this situation slipping further and further from your grip by the second. Before you have so much as a second to process your increasing distress, the captain is hooking a firm arm under one of your shoulders.

“Let's get you into the shower, try and reduce the fever,” Price gestures toward Gaz again, “give me a hand getting them up.”

The movement as they pull you to your feet makes your stomach lurch, throat retching despite having nothing left to throw up. It’s a struggle to stay upright, almost certainly you would have collapsed without the steady hands of the men beside you. You want to protest, to pull from their grip and make a run for it but your body refuses to cooperate.

“Please-” you cut off as a heated wave runs over the skin of your face, spots exploding in your eyes as you begin to careen sideward. Both of them tighten their grip, pressing against your sides to sandwich you between them.

The trek to the bathroom seems like a marathon despite it only being a few meters away, your feet heavy as lead with each step. Gaz shoulders the door open, helping prop you against the counter before releasing his grip. Price shoulders most of your weight as Gaz turns on the rickety shower, water spluttering in protest as the old pipes groan. It takes a minute for a steady stream to finally establish itself, though every few moments it wavers as though it will drop out without notice. The men strip you from the sweat damp clothing, cold air hitting your skin in a sharp chill.

A weak groan falls from your lips, barely audible over the shower noises. Price clicks his tongue, shifting you toward the water, “not like we haven’t seen it all before, kid. When you’re back on your feet I’ll let you hose one of us down to get even alright.”

Price holds you steady beneath the lukewarm water while Gaz carefully lathers over your skin with soap, washing away the remnants of your stomach contents as well as the heavy layer of sweat that had begun to coat your skin. It does feel nice, soothing the itchy beneath your skin ever so slightly but not fully removing the thrum.

Just as you find yourself relaxing into it, the water is shut off, a towel is quickly run over your form before the cold air can sink its teeth back in. A jacket and pants are slipped on, they feel dry and warm which surprises you, but tilting your head down to look at them seems like an impossible task so you are unable to work out who they actually belong to.

Once the men have led you back to the main room, Gaz sets you down on the couch gently, pulling the threadbare blanket around your shoulders. He gently presses the back of his hand to your forehead, flicking a quick glance toward Price at how clammy your skin already feels, the fever still persisting.

The captain places a hand on your shoulder, trying to match your eyeline.

“If you have anything you’d like to admit now would be the time. Off food you ate, animal bites, been drinking from dirty water?” The words are intended as a slight jest, but they land far from softly. Instead of answering, you allow your eyes to fall shut, breathing slowly through your nose as your head rests back against the couch.

Price sighs, patting your shoulder once before stepping away to talk quietly with Gaz in the corner. You don’t bother listening, instead focusing on counting your inhales, forcing at least one part of your body to remain in your control. If you can get things under control for just a few moments, maybe you will have a clear enough head to figure out a plan. You just have to wait this out long enough to find a solution.

Taglist: @yrdax1s @mrwagster @bemeochii @f0rtunej @pinkkyangel @brebob @jason-vs-crowbar @sgt-artemis-owl-riley @whitetiger846 @probablydeadbynowdotcom

Dividers by @pixopix

Bitter Secrets | Part 2 Upbringing

tf141 x jack russel shifter reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: discrimination, violence, descriptions of illness and injuries, death and violence on the basis of descrimination

Summary: you never planned to reveal your identity to your team, however being trapped in a safe house with them for over a week may not allow you to keep your secrets hidden for much longer

A/N: this is not the next series i planned on doing lmao, but since everyone seems keen on this story I'll use the time writing this one to plan out the medic!reader plot line a bit more

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Part 1 | Next Part

You’re five years old the first time you witness it. The first day of school had been exciting, meeting new people, playing games with your teachers, you even got to make a finger painting to take home for your parents. It was at pickup time, as you were racing toward your mother across the courtyard, skin buzzing in the way it always does when it’s time to shift. You’d been good, done as your mum had told you and made sure not to shift all day, leaving your body raring to finally slip back to the form it so craves.

The yelling had pulled you to a halt mere feet from your mothers outstretched arms, the lips of the pavement threatening to send you tumbling as you spun on unsteady heels.

A brown bear cub, one of the boys from your class, who like you had withheld from shifting up until now but unlike you, has made the mistake of shifting all too soon. You watch in confusion as the boy's parents bundle him into their arms, attempting to shield the now frightened child from the shrill yells of another adult. All eyes in the nearby vicinity seem to be on the situation unfolding, no one attempting to diffuse the situation, instead just playing witness to the spite driven words being directed at a small child by another parent he doesn’t know. You didn’t understand why the lady was so angry, what the boy had done to warrant her outcry.

Your mothers hands had been firm when they grabbed your arm and led you away, her face wearing an expression you hadn’t seen before. The last thing you hear before stepping out the school gates was the ferocity of the woman's voice as she turned toward one of the teachers in accusation, “you let that- that thing around our children?! Where do you get off placing our kids at risk!”

It wasn’t until your parents had tucked you into bed that night you finally found the courage to ask the question burning your tongue, “why was that lady so mad today?”

The answer they gave didn’t make sense to your young mind.

You never saw that boy again.

At eighteen you learnt to lie through your teeth when confronted point blank, finally old enough to begin answering for yourself, to begin taking charge of your life and decisions. You were planning your own birthday, something you had been adamant about to your parents. Not just deciding the theme or what cake you wanted, all of it. You organised the catering, you sent the invites, every tiny detail was in your hands. This was going to be your last hurrah before shipping off to military bootcamp, you wanted it to be memorable.

During the tour of your preferred venue is when it happened, as you were wrapping up in preparation to place a deposit down for the booking that the staff member you had been talking to dropped the pressing question.

“I just have to confirm, there won’t be any um…” the ladies voice drops low, “Any changlings in attendance? If so there will be a few additional charges to account for risk of damages and clean up fees. There is also a requirement to have at least two security personnel onsite during the event, the cost for them will be added to the total also.”

Changlings. The word stung the first few times you heard it, though over the years you learn to swallow away the bitterness it causes. It’s unclear where the first comparison came from, likening shifters to untrustworthy tricksters, changing their forms with malicious intent. Now it has become almost a stock standard term of reference that non shifters use, treating it as though it is a descriptive word in the same sense as words like ‘australian’ or ‘carpenter’. Just a way to characterise certain populations. But it’s not the same, not when people say it with that tone. Not when the mention of it can bring entire rooms to silence, or sometimes into a roaring frenzy.

There are times you don’t recognise yourself when you respond to those questions, when the topic arises and you instinctively slip into the crafted persona that you have spent your entire life perfecting.

“No,” you had smiled, “there won’t be anyone like that coming.”

The lady’s face brightened, enthusiastically jotting down a note on her clipboard.

You’re twenty two when you’re confronted with the reality of other countries' laws. Laws that don’t protect people like you in the slightest. One of your first international operations, a month-long stint that almost ended your military career before it had truly started. Driving through the city sat in the back of a humvee, the noises reached you before the sight did, pleas that still ring in your ears from time to time. Even through the group of people you could discern what was happening, could see the weight at which the fists rained down in the figure encompassed by the swarm. There were a lot of sounds in that moment, noises from every direction, but you only heard two; the screaming, and the sound of knuckle on flesh that slowly turned into the sound of knuckles upon something wet. Then suddenly no longer screams, just gurgling echoes that eventually fell silent to the thrum of the crowd.

That was also the day you realised what happens to shifters' bodies when under immense stress, they move to the form that in theory will protect them. In this instance that change did anything but. Seeing the mangled mess of fur hoisted to the air like a trophy had your vision beginning to swim with spots, a creature you couldn’t identify if you tried. You had spent the rest of the drive gripping your rifle like a lifeline, counting your breaths until you reached one hundred only to start back at one and repeat the process over and over again.

If any of your comrades had questioned your unbalance at that moment, you don’t know if you would have been able to lie as you normally could. You are grateful that they hadn’t pried.

Over the years you may have learned, may have adapted to your situation, fine tuned your responses, your expressions. But no matter how hard you have worked, the things you have seen, the rewiring you force into the groves of your brain, you cannot rid yourself of one thing. A constant plague in your day to day life that rules every decision you make despite your best attempts against it. Fear.

You felt fear in all of those moments, you feel fear when you go to sleep. In fact you thought you knew all fear had to give you.

But nothing could have prepared you for what it feels like now. Trapped in a confined space with four men trained to kill, no longer your teammates, no longer your friends at this moment; they are variables, and that makes them dangerous. Still on all fours, body trembling with sickness and adrenaline, chin wet with bile. One hand remains on the ground to keep you steady, while the other moves to your gun.

Taglist: @yrdax1s @mrwagster @bemeochii @f0rtunej @pinkkyangel @brebob @jason-vs-crowbar @sgt-artemis-owl-riley

Dividers by @pixopix

Bitter Secrets Masterlist

tf141 x jack russel shifter reader

Word Count: ongoing

Warnings: discrimination, violence, descriptions of illness and injuries, death and violence on the basis of descrimination

Summary: you never planned to reveal your identity to your team, however being trapped in a safe house with them for over a week may not allow you to keep your secrets hidden for much longer

A/N: comment to be on taglist <3

main masterlist

Part 1 - The Beginning

Part 2 - Upbringing

Part 3 - Panic

Part 4 - Next Steps

Part 5- coming soon....

Dividers by @pixopix

tf141 masterlist

main masterlist Angst - ❥ Fluff - ❀ Smut - 🖤Hybrid/Shifters - ꕥ Dark themes check tags -☆

Series

Cold Hard Truths •• completed ❥❀❤ꕥ☆

The 141 cannot believe Laswell did this. It’s insulting enough that she assigns them a guide for a mission, let alone one with fur. Hybrids are still a new concept, especially in the military, why the hell Laswell believes an overgrown cat will be of any use is a mystery to the four men. 12 days trekking through southern Russia is rough enough as it is, wild animals, harsh weather, no comms, and now a beast they have to somehow trust to not eat them while they sleep.

Bitter Secrets •• in progress ❥ꕥ

you never planned to reveal your identity to your team, however being trapped in a safe house with them for over a week may not allow you to keep your secrets hidden for much longer. jack russel shifter reader

In The Shadows •• coming soon ❥❀ꕥ☆

coming soon....

Short Works

blood shot ꕥ

showing off your skills during sparing may have caused some mild trauma in your team mates

feline? ꕥ

you aren't what the team expected for a hybrid named after a big cat, in fact they are starting to suspect something might be wrong with you. tiger quoll!reader

rescue call ❥❀ꕥ

soap hears some strange distress calls from somewhere in the forest, he ropes in his team mates to help track it down. mourning dove!reader

abandonment ❥ꕥ

no matter how hard you try, the 141 continues to forget you exist. when things inevitably go to shit an unexpected ally appears. caracal!reader

fantasy creatures

you should know better than to talk to strangers, especially ones that you find in the woods. now you find yourself in a magical place you didn't know existed

dividers by @strangergraphics

konig masterlist

main masterlist Angst - ❥ Fluff - ❀ Smut - 🖤Hybrid/Shifters - ꕥ Dark themes check tags -☆

dark magic🖤☆

managing your own garden on top of your witchcraft is challenging, however your attempts at finding assistance don't do to plan

dividers by @strangergraphics

Kyle Garrick masterlist

main masterlist Angst - ❥ Fluff - ❀ Smut - 🖤Hybrid/Shifters - ꕥ Dark themes check tags -☆

Short works

camping trip ❀

kyle has been asking you to go camping with him for a very long time, however when you finally agree his plans don't exactly go smoothly

royal wedding ❥❀

the realities of being a queen means making sacrifices for the betterment of your kingdom, having kyle by your side can lift some of the burden

bone collection ❥❀ꕥ

when gaz wakes up surrounded by bones, he can't help but fear what creatures lair he has been taken to. caterpillar!gaz x bearded vulture!reader

dutiful husband 🖤

you had low expectations going into your marriage, but your husband is more than just a great king he is a dutiful partner... in more ways than one

courting rituals 🖤ꕥ

you try to give kyle a warning about your courting behaviors, he underestimates what to expect. topi antelope!reader

dividers by @strangergraphics

John Price masterlist

main masterlist Angst - ❥ Fluff - ❀ Smut - 🖤Hybrid/Shifters - ꕥ Dark themes check tags -☆

Series

Prehistoric Creatures •• coming soon ❥❀☆

coming soon...

Short works

wuthering heights ❥

price pushes away the teams attempts for comfort

cabin in the woods ❥☆

john brings you a birthday surprise, you're reminded of how lucky you are to have him looking out for you

envy ꕥ❥❀

you think your captain might hate you, and there's only one reason you can think of. bear shifter price x pine marten shifter reader

shadow ❀ꕥ

price has a shadow, a very large, very fluffy shadow

devoted protector ❀🖤ꕥ

getting injured protecting the king is nothing new, however his sudden interest in your recovery is out of the ordinary. lion shifter reader

dividers by @strangergraphics

Simon Riley masterlist

main masterlist Angst - ❥ Fluff - ❀ Smut - 🖤Hybrid/Shifters - ꕥ Dark themes check tags -☆

Series

Birds of Prey •• completed ❥❀❤ꕥ

Joining the 141 is a dream come true, a team fully comprised of avian hybrids, working alongside the best of the best, and you'll have a fellow bird of prey to keep you company? What more could you ask for?..... maybe for a co-worker who's not a massive cunt.

Short works

Bite Marks •• Part 2 ❀ꕥ

biting your lieutenant the first time you're introduced is probably not the best first impression... except he doesn't seem to mind. gecko!reader spider!simon

birthday celebrations ❀

simon hates birthdays, so when the new secretary starts going all out when planning celebrations for his team mates he finds he starts dreading the lead up to his own special day

lurking in the deep ❀ꕥ

a solo fishing trip finds simon reeling in a particularly large, and overly friendly catch

new years eve ❀🖤ꕥ

ghost isn't one for new years celebrations, it's a good thing you're around to distract him

dividers by @strangergraphics

John Mactavish masterlist

main masterlist Angst - ❥ Fluff - ❀ Smut - 🖤Hybrid/Shifters - ꕥ Dark themes check tags -☆

Series

Stinging Cells •• completed ❥❀ꕥ☆

growing up your parents made it very clear physical touch was off the cards for you, now you've found someone who can break that rule.... but do you want him to?

Short works

Explosives ❀

it's obvious you have a crush on soap, everyone on the team knows... except the man himself it would seem

monthly ritual ꕥ❀

you keep soap company during his full moon transformation

farming and flowers ❥❀

after his TBI, soap ends up in the country side finding his way into a manageable routine, he also finds his way to you

unexpected attraction 🖤ꕥ

your prickly attitude has some unintended affects on your fellow sergeant ~ hyena!soap honeybadger!reader

sudden changes ❀ꕥ

after being zapped with a magic spell, soap is left as your elected support person to help keep you calm through these changes ~ cat!reader

dividers by @strangergraphics

Stinging Cells Masterlist

turtle!soap x jellyfish!reader

Word Count: 5575

Warnings: self harming tendencies, talk of self worth issues

Summary: growing up your parents made it very clear physical touch was off the cards for you, now you've found someone who can break that rule.... but do you want him to?

A/N: comment to be on taglist <3

main masterlist

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Dividers by @dividers-are-us

short works masterlist

main masterlist Angst - ❥ Fluff - ❀ Smut - 🖤Hybrid/Shifters - ꕥ Dark themes check tags -☆

john mactavish

pining reader ❀

werewolf soap x human reader ꕥ❀

TBI soap x chatty reader ❥❀

hyena!soap x honey badger!reader 🖤ꕥ

soap x cat!reader ❀ꕥ

simon riley

spider!ghost x gecko!reader part 1 •• part 2 ❀ꕥ

ghost x secretary reader ❀

ghost x selkie reader ❀ꕥ

ghost x bunny!reader ❀🖤ꕥ

kyle garrick

gaz x reader camping trip ❀

knight gaz x queen reader ❥❀

caterpillar!gaz x bearded vulture!reader ❥❀ꕥ

king gaz x queen reader 🖤

gaz x topi antelope!reader 🖤ꕥ

john price

wuthering heights ❥

kidnapper price x captive reader ❥☆

bear shifter price x pine marten shifter reader ❥ꕥ❀

price x werewolf reader ❀ꕥ

king price x knight reader ❀🖤ꕥ

konig

konig x witch reader 🖤☆

tf141

horned lizard!reader ꕥ

tiger quoll!reader ꕥ

mourning dove!reader ❥❀ꕥ

caracal!reader ❥ꕥ

fantasy creatures 141 x human reader

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growing up your parents made it very clear physical touch was off the cards for you, now you've found someone who can break that rule.... but do you want him to?

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Bitter Secrets | Part 1 The Beginning

tf141 x jack russel shifter reader

Word Count: 637

Warnings: discrimination, violence, descriptions of illness and injuries, death and violence on the basis of descrimination

Summary: you never planned to reveal your identity to your team, however being trapped in a safe house with them for over a week may not allow you to keep your secrets hidden for much longer

A/N: Wrote this in multiple short increments while home with a migraine today, took so much brain power (⊙_◎)

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Shifters aren't always treated well; they're a population that people have very divided opinions on. Growing up your parents had always told you it was safer to keep your identity private to avoid the risk of every being treated badly or discriminated against. The only issue with that is shifters have to shift. It's a biological process that cannot be avoided in its entirety. So, you came up with a system. Human during the day while in public, then allow yourself to shift overnight when you sleep. And so far, that system has worked well.

Going into the military may have been considered risky when you take into account the close together living quarters, long hours and little warning when it came to missions, but you made it work.

You always ensure you door is locked when you go to sleep to avoid someone barging in. On missions that have you sleeping outside or sharing a room you always pad your sleeping bag with you clothes and pillow to maintain the appearance, and your sharper hearing means you wake up at the first sound of movement, so you know when to shift back. And if it comes down to it, you can hold off shifting for a couple of days, when necessary, even if it's uncomfortable.

.... maybe uncomfortable is a slight understatement.

It's been over a week now; the current mission having gone to shit when an unexpected storm left the entire team stuck in a safehouse until it blows over.

The op was never meant to last longer than 24 hours, so none of the team had packed their multiday equipment. Meaning no sleeping bags or spare clothing.

The safehouse you are in is pretty bare bones. It's stocked with some canned food, water and rickety old furniture.... and that's it. The building itself is only two rooms, one being the toilet, the other being everything else. No beds aside from one worn down couch that the group had been taking turns on each night while the rest use the most comfortable patch of floor they can find.

Every night you have prayed the storm will clear out by morning, but unfortunately some higher being has it out for you. It has been getting harder and harder to hide your discomfort, sharp pains having set into all of your joints, screaming at you with even the smallest of movements. The only thing working in your favour is the fact there is nothing to do in the safehouse, so the team doesn't exactly raise a brow when you spend most of your time sat quietly in a corner.

That changes when it hits day 9.

You wake to the strongest wave of nausea you've ever felt in your life. Worse than the time the mess hall fridges broke down when filled with fresh seafood, the smell lingered for two weeks.

Your body barely allows you time to sit up before the contents of your stomach are emptying themselves upon the wooden floor. The liquid burns at your throat, tears springing to the corner of your eyes as you continue to heave.

The sounds wake up the rest of the team, the four of them immediately on high alert. Questions layer over themselves as each of them tries to figure out what's wrong, heavy footsteps moving in every direction around the room in search of medical supplies, firm hands on your back as someone tries to get you to answer.

All you can do is continue to retch until there is nothing left for your body to dispel. So here you are, stuck in a seemingly never-ending storm, surrounded by your teammates with no chance of privacy, and your body has begun to attack itself.

Now the question remains, how far will you go to protect your secret?

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