The way the words melted from your tongue felt as clumsy as it sounded. Too heavy for windbitten lips, your tongue had long since turned as heavy as lead. Wiping away the stubborn snot that itched as it dripped down from your nostrils. 'Worse than allergies' you thought ruefully to yourself. Rubbing your arms for warmth, the oddly accented man didn't seem as bothered by the cold as you were.
He stood calm. His eyes searching through the dark with a calm that made him look years older than his age. 'Can't be more than thirty' your mind supplied. His eyes flashed and twinkle as he turned his gaze from the dark to meet your own. For a moment, his eyes twinkled a dazzling amber- almost a deep crimson or maroon. 'A trick of the light' the pounding of your heart made your bones ache. 'Strange man.' Swallowing the build up of saliva in your throat as he had the audacity to send you a small wink. Gently, like a sheepdog herding one of its lost flock, he passed a small waterskin over. His large pale hands hovering inches above yours as the straps from the skin dangled past your wrist and hanging free in the cool night air.
"Its water."
Watching his hand more than the offered drink. Your eyes wandered the rough skin of his fingers. Calloused and rough, his fingers had a more boney appearance than what his frame would suggest. Long, thin, spiderery fingers on each of his pale hands. He could rival the light of the moon is he really tried. 'It's like he has no blood in his body.' The thought sent vicious chills down your spine.
Sensing your discomfort, and almost reveling in it. His lips quirked upwards into a comforting smirk, though his eyes told of a different emotion.
"Hey now, why the silent treatment lil one? Ain't ya thirtsy?"
As if on command, your throat constricted. Whether from the cold air and dry winds, you couldn't tell.
"I-I am. Thank you." Reaching out to grasp the waterskin from his hands. His fingertips briefly brushed against the tops of your hands. Long fingernails ghosted over sensitive skin with such gentleness that it felt like a caress from the wind.
"What you lookin at?"
"Your cla- hands...your hands."
He smiled as he crouched low, moving in steadily so as to not startle further. "My claws?"
His tone shifted higher as he took a seat on the ground beside you. The crunch of earth made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. "No, no, no, darlin. I don't have claws."
Holding up his hands towards the flames. The fire cracked and hissed as the wood fuel combusted under such intense heat. It was odd. 'The fire is so warm, and he's so cold.' Wiggling his fingers as he raised his palms higher. He flexed and curled his digits expertly against the light.
"People like me don't have claws."
Furrowing your brows, his head snapped over from the flames to your gaze with such speed it had you reeling. "W-what?"
"I dont need claws, lil one."
Your mouth went dry. The thought of the offered water wouldn't prove much help.
"W-what do you m-mean" you flinched as the sound of your voice reached your ears. Too small, too light and breathy. It sounded as if you were on the verge of crying.
If he was bothered by your display, he made no show of it. But he continued regardless.
"Much more dangerous without em. I find these work just fine." Lifting his lips into a snarling smile, his teeth glinted a pale white in the yellow-orange light of the fire. Canines as sharp as a knife dragged your focus away from everything else. From the cold, from the night, from the danger of the Horde you had escaped hours earlier.
"What are you?" Your voice came out hollow as the fallen logs you both had wandered past to get to the camp. Deep down, your heart surged with the dark truth that you already knew to be true.
"Nosferatu, a vampire." Draping one arm callously over your small shoulders, he pulled you against his cold side firmly. The he spoke sounded so terribly smug. Like he was proud of what he was, that he took life blood for sustenance. A timbre sounding chuckle shook his frame.
"Now then..how bout you tell me why you smell like dragon."
A icy jolt cemented your legs in place. Even the warmth eminating from the fire cold do nothing in the face of fear that permiated your being. A cold sweat beaded along at your temples. Regret gnawed at your bones, as you knew that nothing in this world was given freely.
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Sorry about the long wait. I have exciting news to share with yall!
Summary: The 141, mostly Price, getting a warm welcome home from a long mission away. His dragon babies being adorable and Soap being a little possessive. Also Y/N being a good mom, because you are doing great.
Note: Just fluff in the monster au.
Art/picture is from Pinterest, credits go to whoever made it.
Y/N helped Amy out of the car before grabbing Jim from his carseat. She wasn’t scared that Amy would run off right now, since the toddler was holding onto her belt loops and couldn’t fly very far on her own. She was way too tired to do anything else but to hold onto Momma. Y/N smiled while strapping the hatchling to her chest in his papoose. Amy used to fit inside the papoose when she was still small, but now it was Jim’s. Once Jim was all settled and continuing his nap, Y/N closed the car door. “Want to be on Momma’s back, Sweetpea?” She asked Amy, receiving a small nod from the toddler. She helped Amy onto her back, making sure she was safe between her wings.
With the children close to her Y/N grabbed the baby bag from the trunk and locked the car. They were going to pick up Daddy from a long mission. It had been a rough couple of months, especially with Price missing Jim’s hatching, but she filmed it for him and sent it to him so he wouldn’t miss it entirely. Amy was missing Daddy bedtime and just having him and her uncles around. With a small determent smile Y/N took the kids to the airfield on base. Hoping Nikolia took the 141 back home safely.
Y/N had to wait a little while in one of the hangars, of course being checked and double checked that it was actually okay for her and the children to be there. Getting a few odd looks as she sat there, Amy still holding onto her back. “Momma? Why are we up?” She asked in a sleepy voice. it actually made a few of the nearby soldiers melt at how cute the little dragon was. “We are picking up Daddy, Sweetpea. Bringing him home with us, and of course your uncles too. Their flight is just really early that’s why we are up early too.” Y/N explained to Amy, hoping her tired mind would understand what was going on for now. Amy nodded her head against Y/N’s back. “Otay.”
It’s been a long 3 months. Price hated it, even more because he missed the hatching of his son. He was glad Y/N filmed it for him, but he still felt upset about it. He missed his princess and his wife. Only he didn’t have a lot of time to dwell on what he was missing since the mission came first. He had to make sure his team was doing their jobs and that they got home safe after it all ended. They got pretty lucky with this mission, only Soap was hurt and that was mostly his own fault for not looking where he was going. There were minor injuries, but Ghost still fussed over Soap on the plane, giving him a small lecture about keeping his eyes open and to focus instead of yepping over com’s.
Price just let it all happen around him as he talked to Gaz, telling the sergeant how much he longed for a hot shower and cuddles on the couch. Wanting to hear Amy’s voice, wanting to hold his son and to kiss Y/N. It was clear by the way Price moved his tail around the floor of the plane. Gaz understood the longing his captain felt, wanting to go back to his own loved ones. He was just as curious about seeing Price’s son as the man himself, wondering if the hatchling got his colors for his dad or his mom, or maybe a mix of both. Soap just wanted to see the hatchling and Y/N again, and have some time with Ghost. And Ghost just wanted to sleep.
“Landing in about 10 minutes, everyone.” Nikolia’s co-pilot announced to the 141, The four of them smiling at the news. They would be home soon with a welcome home party waiting for them on base. A small party, but a party nonetheless.
“Miss? The plane is landing in about five minutes, would you like me to take you to the landing?” One of the soldiers around her asked with a kind smile on his face. Y/N nodded and stood up with a groan, Amy was fast asleep on her back, putting her full weight onto her Momma’s back. “Yes, I would like that, thank you.” Y/N answered. Quickly following after the soldier. She knew she had to wake Amy up soon or she would be upset that she didn’t get to greet her daddy. Jim wouldn’t mind either way, he was happy with whatever.
Amy luckily woke up by herself from the loud noise of the plane. She was wide awake when she realized her Daddy was on that plane. “Momma, down! I want down!!” She demanded while struggling between Y/N’s wings. “Hold on a moment, Sweetpea, Momma is still walking.” Y/N answered only to be ignored by the toddler. Y/N sighed and quickly let Amy down. Needing to stop and kneel slightly, just to let the little one off safely. Amy flapped her wings in excitement as she ran a head to the landing plane. “Not too fast, Amy! We don’t want you to fall.” Y/N yelled after her.
The soldier led the last bit of the way to the landing, the plane already landed. Now they just had to wait for the loading door to open. Amy, already jumping up in the air to fly towards daddy. “Daddy!” She yelled, just wanting her daddy back with her.
It took a little while for the loading door to open, but there they were, the 141 safe and sound. Amy flew into Price’s arms, surprising him just a little. John quickly wrapped his arms around his little girl and kissed her head between her growing horns. “Hello, Pumpkin.” John greeted Amy. “I missed you so much.” He mumbled against her head “Missed you too, Daddy.” Amy answered. The others just chuckled and walked past the two dragons. Soap quickly going over to Y/N, the werewolf was more excited about seeing the hatchling and Y/N.
“Sooooo, where is he?!” Soap asked, his tail wagging like crazy. “Well hello to you too, Johnny, yes i am doing great, thank you for asking.” Y/N responded as she carefully took Jim out of his papoose. “Jimmy, meet your uncle Johnny. He’s a werewolf and you’re gonna love cuddling with him.” She introduced the two. Johnny looking at the dragon hatchling in aw. “He looks so small.” Johnny carefully took Jim from Y/N. “Yeah, he’s just a little smaller than when Amy hatched.” Y/N answered, making sure Johnny was holding Jim the right way. Even when he had a lot of experience with holding Amy, Jim was just a bit more fussy about how people should hold him.
Simon slowly made his way to Johnny and Y/N, standing next to Y/N as he looked at Jim. “He does have a lot more hair than Amy did after hatching.” He commented after taking off his mask, not wanting to scare the hatchling. Knowing from experience that hatchlings didn’t like his Ghost mask. “Yeah, he has his Momma’s hair.” Y/N explained.
John finally let Amy go once Kyle was like, ‘Okay enough, my time for hugs’. He looked over at the group a little further from the plane, he saw Y/N and just ran to her. Catching her off guard when he picked her up and kissed her. Holding her close as he spun her around. “Hello, Love.” He whispered to her. “Welcome home.” Y/N whispered back. She had wrapped her arms and wings around John, giving them a small moment alone. Putting his forehead and horns against hers. “I missed you.” Y/N whispered, a few tears rolling down her cheeks as she looked at her husband. “I missed you more, Love.” John answered between kissing her cheeks. Kissing her tears away. His one wing goes around Y/N’s wings.
“Do you want to see your son?” Y/N asked after a moment of silence. John nodded in answer before reluctantly letting Y/N go. She grabbed his hand and led him back to Johnny and Simon. “Johnny boy, can I have my son back?” She asked only to receive an almost death glare back from the werewolf. “Johnny, give the lass her son!” Simon ordered the werewolf, knowing he was already attached to the hatchling, just like when he first met Amy. Johnny whined before handing Jim back to Y/N. She moved Jim in John’s direction. “Meet your son, James Henry Price.” John looked at the hatchling in aw before grabbing him. Holding him close and just taking everything in. “He is beautiful, Love.”
Amy ran towards her Momma and Daddy once she was out of Kyle’s arms. “Daddy’s home!!!” She cheered, continuing to run around the 141. Kyle joined the group shortly after. “She has a lot of energy doesn’t she?” John nodded his head, but kept his focus on his son. Jim let out a big yawn and spread his little wings a bit, they were still flimsy, but are slowly getting stronger. They were a pretty light blue. Getting the color from John's mother. “Owh What a handsome boy.” Kyle cooed over the hatchling. John smiled At his son and quickly kissed Y/N. “Thank you, love, thank you for this. For coming to get us.”
“Always John.” Y/N answered, happy that the boy’s were home safe.
wraith!Ghost but he's warm - hear me out. Random bad science bullshit go!
Shadows are cold because they are absence of direct light and warmth, but in my mind, wraith powers aren't entwined with shadows. They're kinda like smoke, opaque and flittering in and out of different densities of solid mass, to the point he can just phase through walls right. To do this, his atoms and such need to vibrate like crazy, like the way The Flash goes through walls is by vibrating his atoms. Basically vibrating them exactly so they pass between others in a thing called "quantum tunnelling". (like I said, random bullshit go)
This would mean wraith!Ghost is really warm, even if he looks chilly and has a cold personality.
I think then he would be subject to being the 141's personal heater. Sure, dragon!Price puts out a lot of heat, but if Ghost is constantly flitting in and out of states he would be mad toasty. His pack pressing into him for warmth, despite his protests. Never any need for blankets in the den with two heat sources like these. Gaz and Soap would be sweating.
Imagine further then a reptile!reader, any species of reptile would apply. Joining the 141 in the late autumn and struggling with the most likely very poor heating on the base. Wrapping yourself up in layers, and keeping close to Price as you adapt to the new social events and living space. Price is happy to accommodate you, calling you "hatchling" affectionately. You don't really clock that Ghost is warm, because you've been wrapped up in Price's arms and wings since you joined.
Then one day the already poor heating breaks, and Price is stuck in a meeting. You're curled up in the den trembling with brittle cold, buried under many blankets and layers. Ghost only pops in to grab something small, and upon seeing you curled up and trembling, just huffs. He moves to the den and lifts the blankets, granting a defensive snarl from you. Ghost flicks you on the nose. "Shut it or I'll leave." You don't have the energy to argue back, but when he joins you under the blankets and pulls you into a loose embrace, you simply melt as you finally notice how warm he is.
Finally, you stop trembling, sighing softly. Able to mumble out a "Thank you." As feeling returns to your fingers and toes. Ghost doesn't say much, only closing his eyes for a brief respite. "Don't get used to it. You've got me till Price is done."
Summary:
Finally, you’re allowed on base with your boyfriends who weren’t allowed to fully leave just yet
It’s nice to just, hang out, yeah?
Warnings:
A bit suggestive
Else it’s just fluff
You snapped your hand back, startled as the grease sizzled. Hot, molten drops sprouting everywhere. This was your least favorite part of cooking, as you weren’t very used to pain, even in these small amounts.
Sighing, you turn down the heat a bit, letting the meal just sizzle for a bit.
Looking up at the clock, you see it was nearing noon. Your apartment still felt empty, all quiet. 2 months, since your neighbors - well, boyfriends - had left for a mission. You knew it took long. They’d been gone for longer, but it felt different after they had confessed. This had been the longest they had been gone since you had gotten together.
You didn’t even have work to keep you occupied, the bar you worked at having closed for a while thanks to all the disappearances in the area. They didn’t want to keep people outside that late, since that’s when most people go missing.
You weren’t really that worried, as you usually worked before it got dark.
You were startled out of your thoughts as your phone rang. You knew who it was without even looking, having specific ringtones for all of your boyfriends. Kyle. A smile widened on your lips as you shut off the stove completely, picking up the phone.
“Yes, hello handsome. Am I glad to hear from you.” An earnest chuckle was heard from the other side, as well as some rustling. On speaker. They must all have been quite desperate to hear from you, but unable to all call you at the same time.
“Same to ye, bonnie.” You heard from Johnny in the background. He wasn’t very close to the phone then.
“Gotta say Goose. You’re putting it a bit lightly.” Kyle finally spoke up. You were quite sure that Johnny had probably butted in before, right as Kyle had gone to speak. It wasn’t uncommon at least.
Goose. Your ‘military’ nickname. The boys had been drinking the day they had given it to you. You had all just ordered a pizza, a movie drowned out in the background, when they had been talking about their nicknames.
“Like I’d tol’ the L.T. ma name’s Soap, ‘cause I clean ou’ rooms like soap does with germs.” Johnny wasn’t even sitting on the couch, instead he was on the floor. His excuse was to give you more space. But you knew better as he rested his cheek on your thigh. He was always so handsy.
“Right. But not all of them have a meaning? Do they?” Price shook his head, his hat on the table instead of his head. It felt weird, but you wouldn’t comment on it. “Mine is just my last name.”
That’s when a thought came to you. Just some light fun. “What would my nickname be? If you had to give me one?” Their eyes all turned to you for a moment, before turning away in thought. That split moment had made you quite flustered.
“Hmm. Well, how abou’ Angel, since ye’re as beautiful as one.” Your gaze drifted to Johnny in your lap, a dopey smile on his lips. You could even see and hear his tail thump harshly against the flooring. This had been around the start of your relationship, so him complimenting and flirting with your so openly around the others, was still new to you.
“Don’t be such a suck-up. I’m sorry, but not even birdie here gets an exception when it comes to nicknames.” Simon was the one to voice up, lightly hitting Johnny on the back of his head, making the wolf whine. “Plus, you already call them that.”
“I still think it fits.” Johnny just pouted, making the others chuckle a bit.
“Maybe Goose?” Kyle was the one to suggest. It made Price let out a huff of amusement. “I think Goose fits.” Price seconded Kyle, a soft smile under his beard. They all seconded him, making him look at you with proud eyes. And if you had to be honest, it wasn’t the worst nickname you’ve heard them talk about.
“I guess, Goose it is.”
The memory still makes you smile today. You had taken the nickname to heart, seeing geese in a much different light. The boys had even changed your nickname in the group chat to goose. It made your heart swell with happiness and pride, as they had all taken to the nickname, using it as an endearment.
Like Kyle was doing now.
“So yeah. We got back a bit later than expected, but that just lets me get back to my next point. Price has said that he’ll let you come over to the base and hang out, since we can’t really leave yet.”
It was only now that you realized you had zoned out completely at his very nondescript tale of their mission. He liked telling you about him, keeping whatever was confidential under wraps.
“Wait really? I thought that wasn’t possible.” “Yeah well, Price finally spoke with Laswell, and she gave him a thumbs up, sooo.” You had heard a lot of good words about the woman, especially from Price, who seemed to be friends with her.
“Alright then. When should I be there?” You moved to your bedroom, pulling out your never used gym back to pack some overnight things. “Johnny’ll come pick you up in an hour. Price didn’t want you to get here alone.”
You had to take a moment to process his words. “No, please don’t. I think driving a truck over a cliff would be more safe.” That earned you an earnest chuckle from Kyle and a yell in the background. “He promised to drive well whenever you are in the car.” Disdain was clear on your face, though you knew that Kyle couldn’t see it.
“Alright fine. That’ll give me enough time to pack.”
You could hear someone yell in the background, to far to be heard from the speaker, as you packed the last of your stuff. “Right, Cap wanted to know if you were bringing anything to eat?” You chuckled quietly, one that only someone like Kyle would be able to pick up on. “Hmm, maybe. Gonna make it a secret.” They all knew that it meant you were bringing something.
Moving back to the kitchen, you put the bag on a chair. You moved the now cooled food, placing it on a plate. “Sorry Goose, but I have to get more presentable. We all do. So, we’ll see ya in about 2 hours, yeah?” You hummed, saying some quick goodbyes.
A giddy feeling settled in your stomach, happy to know they all got back safe and sound.
Opening the fridge, you grabbed the box of brownies you had made yesterday, mostly to snack on. But now you had a better plan for the sweet goodness. Packing it in the bag, you took the cooled food, munching it down.
Time really flew, as a knock was heard on your door. Johnny.
Bounding over, you opened it with a wide smile, an even wider smile present on the man behind the door. “Goose!” He quickly crowded your space, picking you up in a bone crushing hug. The werewolf was strong, that’s for sure, your breathing labored.
“Need… To breathe…”
He placed you down with a chuckle, leaning down to catch your lips in a kiss. A long awaited kiss.
He was always so impatient, always the one to hopefully see you first. To steal the first kiss after they’ve all been on deployment.
“No need ta breathe when ye have me.” He spoke with a cheeky grin, pulling away so his lips hovered over yours. His breath as minty. Seems like he had finally taken Kyle’s advice. It just made you chuckle and roll your eyes.
“Such a romantic.”
He shrugged his shoulders in jest, his tail wagging from side to side behind him. “Let’s get going, yeah?” You moved back to the kitchen, picking up your bag. Before you could swing it over your shoulder, Johnny had already taken it from your hands, holding it effortlessly.
His nose twitched, as his gaze landed on the bag. Of course, he could smell the faint scent of the brownies, even if they were cold.
He just smiled at you knowingly. He placed the strap onto his shoulder, moving back to the front door, letting you put on your jacket and shoes.
Outside was colder than you had expected for the day, the weather slowly turning colder as autumn came to an end. At least it wasn’t raining.
Johnny gently placed your bag in the trunk of the jeep he had taken to your apartment.
At least it could take a beating if anything happened.
You sat yourself in the passenger seat, leaning back with a contempt sigh. He hadn’t turned off the car when he had gone to collect you, which meant it was nice and toasty inside, a stark contrast to the growing cold.
He sat in the drivers seat, taking off as soon as he had put on his own belt. He was eager to bring you back, ready to have his entire pack back together after some weeks apart. And you couldn’t lie, you were thrilled to see the others.
Granted, you hadn’t been completely lonely while they were gone, mostly keeping yourself company with some friends online. Though, Hori had been the only one available for a few weeks.
A hand landed on your thigh, a thumb rubbing on the outside of it. Glancing over, your sight landed on the end of his tail, as it was still wagging, though smushed between the seat and himself.
“M’eudail.” You lifted your head, keeping your eyes on his face. He, luckily, kept his sight in the front, keeping an eye on traffic. When no other words were spoken, you understood that it wasn’t to get your attention. Just a conformation that you were there with him again.
Even after he had parked the car and opened the door for you, he still wouldn’t let you carry your own bag. It wasn’t even that heavy. But you knew better than to argue with the wolf.
He was always such a gentleman.
Guiding you inside the base, his hand naturally drifted to the lower of your back. Even when he was walking, he could barely keep his hands to himself. You could tell by his tail, that he was holding himself back even more, a thump on your thigh being the culprit.
You got a few side glances from some of the other soldiers passing the two of you in the hallway, looking away quickly when Johnny would give them a dark look. Simon was usually the most intimidating of all of them, but that didn’t mean the others weren’t built like fucking walls of muscle.
Johnny could, and probably would, body slam anyone else in the building who threatened the integrity of the pack.
That still sometimes caught you off guard. You were part of his pack. You were theirs, just as much as they were yours. They were all wrapped around your finger, like you were wrapped around theirs. It felt nice.
Right outside of the rec room, Johnny stole one more kiss before pushing you inside, as if you were a lamb for sacrifice. A prey in the lions den. Though, you knew you were in no danger. You never were when you were with them. They would keep you safe. Always.
“Goose!” Kyle was quick to wrap you into his arms, his wings wrapping around you. He gave you a kiss, a warm welcome as always. “Awe, wha’ abou’ me?” Johnny smirked, needy as always, from all of his lovers. Kyle rolled his eyes, giving the wolf a kiss. “As a reward for getting the bird.”
They both guided you over to the couch, settling you against Kyle, Johnny laying his heavy body on you. Granted, he was half way off, as to not suffocate you.
You noted the absence of Price and Simon in the room, “where’s the others?” You stroked Johnny’s cheek, staring into his eyes. “Si’s taking a bath, and Price had some paperwork to do, so he’s in his office.” Kyle was the one to respond, Johnny too infatuated with you to say anything, nuzzling his face into your palm instead.
He even fucking licked it.
“Johnny!” You let out a giggle as his actions tickled your hand. He just smirked, laying his head on your stomach. “You’re impossible.” You racked your free hand through his mohawk, earning a contempt sigh from him.
“Can’ help it. No’ when you’re righ’ here, with us.”
All the heads in the room turned on a swivel as a door opened, Simon coming from the hallway with their barracks. He had opted for just one of his balaclava, but even so, you could see the damp hair strands peeking out from underneath.
He walked closer, no words spoken as he held his eye contact with you. Once he stood behind the back of the couch, Kyle moved his wings, as they had wrapped around you and Johnny.
Still, without uttering a word, Simon leaned over the back, pulling up his balaclava to show his blond stubble and crooked nose. He caught your lips in a quick kiss, only pulling away when Johnny sighed, his love struck gaze on the two of you.
Simon just smiled, giving Kyle and Johnny each a quick peck on their foreheads. “I’ll make some tea. Want some?” He moved his mask into its place, but kept his gaze on you. “I would love that.” He stood back to his full height, patting your head with a sweet tenderness.
And such went the next few hours, a weird BBC series droning away on the TV, the cup of tea practically empty already, the rest of it cold. Johnny was snoring away, his nose dug into the softness of your stomach, a slight bit of drool able to be felt.
Had it been anyone else, you would probably have been disgusted, but it came with the package that was loving Johnny.
Simon had situated himself in one of the two chairs, the one he had claimed for himself, a book in his hands. For one he wasn’t wearing gloves, his black claws on full display. It wasn’t often he showed his hands, even around you.
Not that you really minded. He would show what he was comfortable with, and you would love him nonetheless.
The quiet was broken as the door to the rec room opened to the hallway outside, a grumbling but otherwise quiet, Price entering. He had to stop for a moment as his gaze landed on your position, and well, your presence in general.
He finally moved, a smile hidden, but still shown, under his beard. “Good to see you again, treasure.” He went to give you a kiss, landing on the corner of your mouth. His beard tickled your cheeks slightly, making you giggle quietly.
“Same to you, Cap’n.” You jest, pulling him into an actual kiss. “Will say, it felt empty without you.” He racked his claws across your scalp, making sure to be as gentle as possible. “Johnny and Kyle whined the entire way home.”
A flustered choke could be heard behind you, as Kyle mumbled about how it wasn’t true.
You just shook your head, knowing better.
“So the paperwork didnae kill ye?” Johnny asked, opening his eyes ever so slightly, a smirk even in his eyes. “It’s gonna need more than that to kill me.” Price just scoffed back at the wolf, giving him a quick kiss on the forehead. “Though it’s getting mighty close.” Hadn’t you been as close to the dragon as you were, you wouldn’t have been able to hear his comment.
“Mm, we wouldn’t have allowed that, sir.” Kyle commented, just earning a grumble and some ruffling.
Eyes turned back on you as you let out a yelp, Johnny having hiked up your shirt to expose your stomach, kissing all over it, leaving slobber in his wake. “Johnny,” you could feel Kyle’s claws rake across your sides, leaving behind goosebumps. “Hm?” He just hummed against your skin, not even lifting his head to look at you.
“I’m too tired.” You confessed. And it was the truth.
It had gotten late into the day, and you had been working all day while at home.
Johnny let out a whine, one which was cut off as Simon had practically materialized behind him, grabbing the nape of his neck. “Guess I’ll take care of this.” He grumbled, though you knew he actually wanted to. It was visible in the glint in his eyes.
He dragged the needy wolf with him to the barracks, leaving behind you, Kyle and Price. Kyle leaned closer to you, drifting kisses across the nape of your neck. “I’ll go join them. You and Prize go rest, yeah?”
Before you could answer him, you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your body, peeling you off the harpy and into the arms of Price. “Sounds like a plan to me.” Price pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“We’ll see you in the morning, goose.” Kyle stood from his spot, leaving you both with a kiss for each.
Once he was out, Price turned his full attention to you. “Couch?” The TV was still running. “With Johnny in there, yes.” You both just chuckled, settling back into the couch, Price’s singular wing draping over you like a blanket.
You wouldn’t even need a blanket, as Price was a fucking oven, the natural flame inside of him keeping both himself and you warm.
You weren’t sure if winter was going to be hell or heaven. No heating was going to be turned on, but then again, you would probably be spending the most of your time in between three large men.
Simon wasn’t included, as that man was cold like the dead. A fact that had saved you from overheating during cuddle sessions and sleep overs.
Price laid your head on his chest, letting his heart beat lull you to sleep. The darkness overtook you quickly, a safety in the room that you hadn’t felt ever since they left for deployment.
TW: Violence, Blood, Death *temporary, Light Angst
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Description:
A routine mission turns deadly, leaving the 141 Task Force shattered by your loss. But as grief settles in, they notice something else settling in from the ashes.
Note: Talon is your codename.
"You broken, lovie?"
Soap's voice rung through your overstimulated sense of hearing but you understood him nonetheless. "I'm fine, Soap!" You assured the scot despite every being of you screaming that you were not fine.
Your left arm was broken, laying limp on your side as you now depended on your right to shoot. Your right eye was busted as well, limiting your vision on the field. Not only that but you could feel one of your bones not in place somewhere in your rib as it poked and prodded at your insides.
"Now go and tear those bastards down! I'll join Gaz in the sky." You smiled and Soap didn't buy that smile for a second but he had to go.
You grunted as you forced yourself to lift off into the sky, your wings straining from all the cuts it had.
"Hi, pretty boy." You chuckled, joining your lover's side in the air. Your eyes only scanning Kyle for a moment before your focus returned to the field. You raised your gun, raining hellfire to the hostiles beneath you.
"Aw, your wings." Gaz commented. You could hear the pout in his voice. "I swear- I'm going to spend a whole day grooming your wings back into proper condition."
You laughed at his declaration. "Only if you let me do the same to you, baby." You cooed.
"Less flirting, more fighting, lovebirds." You hear Price's voice cry out. Dragons and their very enhanced hearing- you swear.
"Copy, Captain." You grinned, returning to wrecking havoc on those unfortunate souls below.
"Look at my baby. One hell of a spitfire ain't they?" Gaz had a lovestruck look despite the ongoing bloodshed. "Get your arse in the game, birdbrain." Soap laughed, though more like howled.
"Y'know... We never really got to know what breed of harpy is Talon yeah?" Soap grunted as he quite literally tore on hostile in half.
"Huh, I never really asked." Gaz muttered to himself, just realizing. You'd think that 2 years into the relationship, you'd know by now. While it was known knowledge that the two of your were harpies, Gaz was specifically a crow breed while your breed remained unknown and undiscussed.
"AH- FUCK." You cursed in agony as one of the werewolf motherfuckers ripped a wing out your back. Price moment.
Eyes snapped to your form immediately. You curled up in the ground, clutching at your back in immense pain.
They couldn't even process what happened properly. The next thing they knew- your curled up form was picked up and your head was smashed into the ground.
It was quick. Should they be grateful at least that it was quick? Should they be fucking thankful that at least you won't have to live with the pain of a missing wing?!
The entire 141 Task Force was enraged, distressed and absolutely pissed. To touch one of them was a death sentence, signed and delivered to death herself.
Gaz was in pain. Everyone that was in his path met their end quickly as he rushed to your side. Nothing was more important than you. He felt pain like no other as he cradled your limp form.
Gone. You were gone. Just like that.
"My birdie?" He whimpered, calling out to you desperately. The feeling of grief choked him from the inside out. His wings spread out to curl around you, shielding you from the hell that the 141 unleashed on the bastards that touched you.
He gasped as your skin was fading into dust, your body crumbling into ash in his hold. He cried as he tried to salvage you, tried to hold you closer to keep you from leaving.
"What the fuck is happening?!"
"Don't go, baby. I'm here now. I'm here now, birdie."
"Please. God, please. At least let me keep their body, don't take them away from me even more."
The last part of you crumbled into ash and he curled his wings even more to keep you two in your own private space.
Cries of "I'm sorry." on repeat spilled from Gaz's lips. The hell outside of his private space went silent as the task force finally finished with dealing with the bastards that dared to lay their hand on you. That dared to end your life.
"I'm sorry, Garrick." Price offered his condolences.
"Shut up." Gaz didn't want to hear it. He didn't want to talk to anyone. He didn't want to listen to anyone. All he needed now and all he needed ever was you. Just you.
It was silence. A shared mournful silence between the four men. The remaining four of the 141 task force.
"Chirp?"
A small fire came to life from the ashes. Gaz hissed as his fingers got burned a bit from the heat. From the dust, there was a small movement before a little chick's head popped out. "Chirp!"
Eyes that stared up at the harpy sargeant with the brightest glint of a thousand suns. "What the fuck is that?" Soap cursed as all men stared shocked. Gaz knew what or who that was, he was familiar with those pretty eyes. "Birdie?" He called out.
"Chiiiirp!" You responded, your tiny chick form cuddling up to your lover as he scooped you up in his hands.
"A fucking Phoenix." Price was the first to snap out of the stupor. His boisterous laughter infecting the other men as they joined him.
"Should've known my birdie would be special. A Phoenix, of course you are, you spitfire." Gaz chuckled, bringing you close to cradle you.
"My beloved Talon is more like a little toothpick now aren't you?" Gaz teased as you angrily chirped back at him. Nonetheless, you nuzzled closer into his touch.
Not minding the slight tremble in his hands. You cuddled close, comforting your lover while looking into his relieved but still terrified eyes.
"I'm never leaving your side again." Gaz promised. "I pity your arse then, Talon. Looks like you're stuck with Kyle for eternity." Soap joked and the harpy sargeant nudged playfully at the werewolf.
"Stop it, Soap. Let him have his moment." Ghost interrupted what would be a playfight between the two sargeants. The three men watched as Gaz cradled your small form close to him.
His eyes a bit slitted and wary, even towards his own allies. It was clear that the whole scenario set off Gaz's instincts. You wouldn't be leaving Gaz's sight after what just went down, that was for sure.
"Let's get you home and into our nest, yeah birdie? Let's get you safe and tucked in. I'll need to check your wings as well. It's good to see you still have a complete set after returning."
Ah, you just know that the two of you will spend hours grooming feathers.
A drawing of my new oc Flower and father figure Ghost + accidental one shot under the cut.
Been missing a very specific type of stories I used to revisit on cai when I used to use it. So I decided to make a small self indulgent art inspired by those bots.
In my head Flower is a bit chaotic kid that is stubborn and thinks he knows best and doesn't want help from anyone or to be taken care of cuz he's too 'big' for that, while Ghost is his foster dad (or something like that) who tries to help him. I drew and mentioned only Ghost, but I fully see this 'story' as poly!141 type shit.
Also here's like a oneshot type thing I accidentally wrote for this drawing.
Flower has been stubborn all week, avoiding everyone except for meals or to inform them that he's leaving and tell them when he's coming back (usually sometimes not even that). And now that Friday has come, Flower was itching to go out. See friends, maybe have a smoke or drink or two, just let loose.
So, without even thinking he packed a bag for the night (extra clothes, water, a few snacks be snuck from the kitchen and nausea medicine) and quickly put on his sneakers. He walked downstairs and mindlessly called out: "going out, be back by tommorow!".
Suddenly, as Flower was about to exit the house, black smoke appeared infront of him. Flower wasn't suprised when out of it Ghost appeared, he was already used to the wraith hybrid and his.. many habits.
Flower was just about to squeeze by him and be on his merry way, when Ghost placed his hand on Flowers shoulder. After a shorter pause, Ghost spoke in his usual gruff tone: "be back by 10."
Flower's face scrunched up a bit and said: "yea. Alright. See ya at 10." It didn't take a genius to figure out that Flower wouldn't be back by 10and just said it so to get Ghost off his ass. Yet still, Ghost nodded and moved out of the way. Letting Flower leave.
...
Time quickly passed for Flower, he met up with some of his friends after a lengthy travel. They all found the perfect park where they sat around, drank a bit of cheap vodka they bought, listened and terriably sang along.
Flower missed this. He knew maybe it wasn't the best way to spend some of his rare free time and 'extra' cash, but it made him feel normal. Like a kid. For these few hours he didn't need to worry about his grades, his 'work' (tutoring of kids dumber or lazier then him as he liked to phrase it) or what will he do when he turns 18 and is ultimately left to truly take care of himself on his own. No, he could be just a dumb teen who was getting drunk with other dumb teens.
But as his luck had it, at exactly 10:15, Ghost unexpectedly showed up. He sighed looking disappointed: "told ya to be back by 10", suddenly picked Flower up bridal style.
The sudden stunt filled Flower with different emotions, from anger to embarrasment. In his semi drunk state, he didn't have the mental capasity to process everything, so suddenly he started squirming and trying to push Ghost away. Kicking and scrathing to be set free as he snapped "you're not in position to tell me shit! You in't my dad! So leave me the fuck alone!"
Flower could feel Ghost's arms tensing around his body a bit, but he wasn't ready when swiftly Ghost change their position. Now, Flower was over Ghost's back, held in that position my Ghost's hand that was clutching his right pant leg and right sleeve. He was carried like a soldier.
Flower still tried to struggle, yet it was futile. Ghost grabbed Flower's backpack, nodded at his friends and wordlessly left. After a short moment of silence, he said harshly "I know you don't see us as your guardiens and that's alright, but I'm doing this for your good. So, stop acting like a brat." Ghost knew he should've maybe been kinder, but fucking hell. That was like watching a 4 year old have a tantrum.
If Flower was in his 'right' mind he would've continued fighting with Ghost. But something stopped him in his tracks. His chest tightened up and he froze for a few moments, before suddenly burying his face into Ghost's shoulder blade. He didn't know how to respond, he was overwhelmed with so many emotions that all he wanted to do was cry. But he didn't. He shouldn't. He's too big to cry over stupid shit. Crying is for when somebody died, not when someone embarrases you, pulls a shot move that ends up with you embarassing yourself and then to ad the cherry on top calls you a brat.
Ghost was a bit confused by the lack of response, but decided not to prod. He walked a bit longer till they reached his car. He placed Flower into the passenger seat and then entered the drivers seat. The rest of the way back 'home' was uneventful. Flower wasn't talking or anything, not even staring out the windows. Just blankly staring at his lap, as he chewed on his lower lip and fidgeted.
The moment they got home, Ghost just sighed and told Flower to get ready for bed. He knew it was better to have a proper conversation about all this in the morning and not when the kid was clearly drunk. He lead the kid to his room and bid him good night.
Flower wordlessly obeyed and quickly changed into pjs and went to bed. He didn't want to deal with his thoughts. They were too loud, overwhelming, making him feel so small in comperassion. Luckily, he had drunk enough that the moment he layed in bed, he practically passed out.
OK, imagine wraith!ghost in a mythical au. He knows he will outlive his loved ones. Soap knows this and is heartbroken but still continues to love him.
Even though werewolves are known to live a bit longer than humans, they aren't immortal. Ghost knows this, so he one day pulls over soap and pledges to watch over the MacTavish generations. And he has to say it again in front of the mactavish clan. Soap, I just can't believe it at first, but it melts him all the more.
In the future once everybody is gone, imagine great great grandchildren or nephews/nieces calling him great uncle ghostie.
Bro I am sobbing at this thought but it would be so fucking sweet.
BONUS
Maybe as a wraith, he is able to see soap, but as a ghost, he visits soaps, grave one day, and ghost!soap is just there. With all of the other 141 members. The emotional turmoil this would give - They could be ancient lovers bro I CANNNTTT
