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Here’s another short fic inspired by @rawme-price ! (The post he did will be linked at the bottom as well as an image the Maned Wolf hybrid the reader is) I might expand on this so let me know if it’s something of interest 🫡TW:implied abuse, 1.9k words
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💬 23 🔁 210 ❤️ 4094 · Hmmm....wolf hybrid!reader who comes from an all human team that were lowkey abusive, joining the hybrid!141??? Ghos
And this is the Maned wolf the hybrid is based after. ✨Hope you enjoyed!✨
Continuation of Experiment 141
Tw: mention of death (but no one’s dead)
Feel free to use as inspiration! Tag me in what you create, I’d love to see it :D
Do not use for ai
Soap who not only gets cold because of the replaced parts, but wakes up with pain akin to growing pains, but sharper. Like his muscles have actively frozen.
He’ll wake up in a panic, his muscles locked and stiff as if he was in rigor mortis. The worst was when they replaced some vertebrae in his spine to accommodate false ribs made of stainless steel. His back seized up from a mix of sensitive lacerations and the unnatural way the cold metal feels against his muscles.
His breathing is ragged, coming in gasped huffs as his body refused to work properly. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak… His lungs froze whenever he inhaled too much, chest spasming from how tight his back had gotten.
Choked noises escaped him as his heart beat against his ribcage painfully. So painfully…
He had to be dead. That was the only explanation. He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. He was freezing and in so much pain…maybe that beating in his chest was finally synthetic. Maybe they took his heart, his humanity, his soul…
Price noticed the vitals in his room change, an alert on his computer monitor setting of with a series of beeps.
He eased himself out of his chair, heading towards Soaps dorm. A nurse would usually take care of this, but he never paid much attention to the doctor’s protocols.
The hallways were dark, the red exit signs the only thing illuminating the green laminate floors and pastel blue walls. It was silent, the soft hiss of filtered oxygen lingering in the vents.
He followed the soft cries and unsteady breaths to Soaps room, pushing the door open silently. He stared at the subject, eyes taking in the shaking form.
Soap felt like he had died. Cold and stiff as a dead man. The shivers that wrecked his form sent pain through his back and spine like lightning. Maybe this was his hell…
“…Soap..?”
Soaps eyes shifted to the shadow in his door frame as he laid in his stomach, teeth chattering quietly and an agony in eyes gaze.
“P-Price…” came Soaps aching voice, strangled.
Price slipped in and shut the door as Soap let out another whimper, soft and pleading.
“I got ya,” Price whispered, moving to the shelves set into the wall across the room.
He pulled the heating pad from it before speaking again, shuffling to loom over Soap.
“Can you move..?” He questioned, plugging the heating pad in and dialing the setting.
Soap eyes squeezing shut as he tried to move. It pulsed through his spine. A wheezed breath escaped him, unable to gain a full breath without jostling the new pieces imbedded under his flesh.
“Easy…” Price hushed, a warm hand resting lightly against the back of Soaps neck.
Price was somehow always warm…
He reached over to Soaps vital monitor and IV, mixing pain killers into the drip.
When Price put the heating pad against Soaps middle back, he couldn’t hold back the sobbed whine of relief that washed over him. The pain killers relaxed his muscles, making the lock up ease.
The warmth seeped into is aching muscles and sensitive skin. A harsh shudder streaked across his back and he could have sworn he heard metal grind against each other.
The warmth… so maybe he wasn’t dead after all. He wasn’t sure if that was disappointing or a relief…
“H-hurts…” Soap wheezed, moisture on his lashes.
“Sh-sh-shh, I know,” Price’s voice mumbled, hand still resting against Soaps nape as he increased the dosage.
Soaps shudders slowed as the warmth of the pad spread across his shoulders. The tension ebbing just enough for momentary relief.
“Relax lad,” Price said as Soaps eyes started to glaze from the medicine. “It’ll be okay in a moment.”
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Ahhhh, I was trying to make Soap seem like the main in this snip-it but idk if I managed to do that😭😅
Ngl idk if I like this but I hope you did :D I believe I have my asks open so feel free to pop in a request or idea (I don’t have request rules set atm but I don’t personally write nsfw)
