Hello! Just yer bog-standard fic-writer, here! Hope to entertain you! Pan, GenderFluid, Level 32, and completely obsessed with Capt Price! AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Bruuswayn/works
Remember when joining fandom as a younger person meant lurking for a bit and figuring out the vibe and etiquette instead of coming in on day one and calling people weirdos for liking weirdo shit in the weirdo factory.
happy one year anniversary to this post getting marked as "potentially mature content" and then never leaving content review when i appealed. tumblr's own default loading graphic is considered by their own tos "potentially sexual" it seems.
@support you got any explanations for how this post got flagged? or why it never got reviewed? or what mature content might potentially be happening? believe me i am ALL ears
it's 2026 and this post is officially no longer "potentially mature" and is just "mature". so: either tumblr's own default loading graphic is now confirmed to be explicitly sexual and pornographic
or the concept of a pride flag is considered to be inappropriate for 13 year olds.
happy pride 2026. here's a pride flag for when corporate interests of a site run by dogshit transphobes, handwringing pearlclutchers, and "powerless" "allies" tell you that pride and your gender is no one else's fucking business:
We see a looot of bear!Price in the fandom (for good fuckin reason!), but lately I've been low-key obsessed with the idea of him (and, honestly, Simon as well!) as prey animal hybrids.
I think a lot of people arrive at bear!Price because they're big, hairy, and extremely dangerous, just like HE is!
So, keeping those kinds of themes in mind, I've got a couple prey animals that come to mind:
Water buffalo (think Chief Bogo from Zootopia) - big, hairy, and dangerous as hell!
Red Deer are easily my favorite species of deer, and they're biiiig animals.
Some sort of bull (leaning Texas Longhorn, myself!).
Then, of course, you need your reader to be ironically matched to him:
Lion with the water buffalo; wolf with red deer, cougar for Texas longhorn (or maybe wolf).
Extra brownie points if Price keeps his horns or antlers cut short as hell; a bit of visual self sacrificing.
You genius. Absolutely yes. In this case I went with red deer, given those are actually native to the UK!
(Because this bitch loves some worldbuilding logic for au’s)
Despite Price being prey however, I cannot see him taking those instincts well. Man is a captain and wants to be listened to. Won’t take nothing else but obedience.
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Moving through the base, a recognisable set of antlers shifted through the halls. Tall, branched, slightly stained yellow at the base, all while peeking out of a dirty-beige hat.
John Price, captain of Task Force 141. Notorious terrorist hunters. And hybrids.
As he walked, his hooves clopped on the linoleum floors. A sound recognisable for most around; especially when going at this pace.
It meant someone was in trouble. And in this case, it was you.
For the past hour, this fox hybrid had been trying to goad you while you trained outside. Commenting on your features, your skills, your behaviour. No matter what you said or did, he stayed. After all, he was the same rank as you, you couldn’t send him off and he knew it.
Yet when the man hopped over, his thick tail brushing against your side as he turned with a mocking grin, you snapped.
Snarling, you’d grabbed him by the scruff and slammed him down, trying to use your sounds and features to intimidate as instinct took over.
Dominance displays were nothing new, no matter how unwanted they were. Yet the way in which they were done differed greatly. There were those where one was constantly invading space and testing boundaries. And then there were those that were a sudden explosion of aggression. It wasn’t hard to figure out which would get you in trouble sooner.
And the last thing your roided up brain needed was a prey animal added into the mix.
“Break it up!” Price’s voice boomed.
Immediately, your whole body stiffened, your tail’s fur spiking as your shoulders hunched in an almost raising of your hackles. You didn’t look away from the fox. But that didn’t lessen the impact of the deer hybrid.
While prey and predator had evolved to live together over time, there was one thing even the best discipline couldn’t entirely account for; genetic coding.
And unfortunately for Price, you and him were polar opposites. Your respective hybrid species having been in a war of nutrition since the dawn of evolution.
When you didn’t move off the guy, Price scowled, walking over and grabbing your scruff. With a firm yank, he pulled you away from the fox, instead slamming you into the nearest wall.
A brief yelp left you before you focused back on the captain, your teeth baring as he pushed you firmer into the wall, his scent invading your nostrils.
“Stand. Down.” He spoke lowly, shifting closer until his chest was nearly pressed to yours, eye contact firmly held.
“He started it!” You barked, pushing away from the wall as you pointed at the fox slowly getting up from the ground.
The moment you tried however, Price gripped your vest tight and slammed you into the wall with a snort, his antlers bashing into the bricks on either side of your head a moment later.
Blinking in surprise, your eyes turned back to the captain, his forehead nearly touching yours as he glared at you from mere centimetres away.
“Down, pup.” He said slowly, clear warning in both his voice and eyes.
Taking in a deep breath, you set your jaws, feeling the hard bone of his antlers on the side of your head when you shifted. He was close. Too close.
“Fine, I’m calm.” You murmured, staring back at him, but Price didn’t move. His grip on your vest stayed, still pushing you into the wall as he shifted, his nose nearly brushing yours as he stared, unblinking.
“You say that again once you stop bracing for a leap.”
At his words, you realised he was right. The muscles in your legs were coiled tight, claws digging into the gravel underfoot in an attempt to find purchase.
Carefully controlled, you tried to loosen your stance, only for a shift of gravel to the left to sound out. “Little wolf getting scolded by a buck.” The fox spoke as he got up, a grin on his face.
That was all that was needed. Instantly, your body tensed again and you attempted to push away, only for Price to be ahead of you. He re-slammed you back into the wall and pushed his chest into yours, forehead now pressed up against your own as his antlers dug into the stone.
His pressure was constant. Long, hooved legs made for a standoff like this as he kept you pinned, never breaking eye contact.
“Breathe.”
Huffing out in frustration, you finally tore your eyes away from the smug soldier, looking at your captain.
“Unlock your muscles. Take back your mind.”
His instructions were simple at the surface. Don’t let the instincts run rampant, calm down.
Easier said than done. Especially when said by the one hybrid you could never truly be at ease around.
There was always some part of you that was on alert when Price was around. Whether that was a sudden hunger, your eyes following his every step or the urge to hunt surfacing.
It was the reason both parties had been hesitant to get you onto the 141. Your natural species’ rivalry made for some complicated emotions.
But as you stood there, stared down by the red deer hybrid, even your instincts seemed to realise this was a fight you couldn’t win. And so, your legs slackened. Fur slowly flattening back down as you let out a shaky breath.
Seeing you calm down, Price slowly pulled his head back, still keeping a keen eye, watching for any change.
When none came, he stepped back. There were indents in the wall from where his antlers had sat, the gravel stirred up from his hooves and your paws.
Once more, a little snort came from the man and you closed your eyes, sighing out.
“Report to my office in an hour.”
His words had you crack your eyes back open to see the deer hybrid turn and walk away, showing his back to you.
Yet as he walked off to collect the fox hybrid and herd him to his office, you noticed the signs.
Pinned back ears, fist balled at his side but most of all: his small tail stuck straight up and trembling.
John Price was just as affected by instincts as you were.
Especially when encountering a big bad wolf.
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Might start writing more for this au. Feel free to drop ideas in my inbox!
when i was a tiny baby queer (aka a 24-year-old), i went to my first pride festival probably three months after i kicked ex-gay therapy to the curb and came out to my parents. being the people they are, my parents came with me. they weren’t really sure about this whole gay thing, but they loved me and wanted me to be safe and happy and wanted to be involved in what was important to me, so they came along. (i also think my mother still might have thought i might get drugged or murdered or beaten by a protester of which there were plenty.)
anyway i wanted a memento of my first pride, you know, and this one vendor was selling keyrings, and i liked it, so i bought one. do you remember those italian charm bracelets that were all the rage like 10-15 years ago? it was a keychain like that, and it had a rainbow rooster, a rainbow cat, and then just a rainbow, and so I bought it.
i run into my mom a couple of vendors over and she goes oh you bought something? what’d you get? so i showed her, and i was like, “I’m not sure why it’s a rooster and a cat. Seems kind of random. But I liked the rainbows.”
and my mom, who was some form of minister’s wife for most of my childhood and teenagerhood, stares at me like she thinks i’m joking.
“What?” i say.
“…it’s a cock and a pussy, Jules,” she says flatly, and that is the story of how i died at the age of 24 while attending my first pride festival.
yeah yeah rainbow capitalism is bad and whatever but like. when I was a child, being pro gay was not the popular or lucrative choice. I'm happy that times have changed.
I miss rainbow capitalism. I do. I miss when it felt like public opinion was still pro gay. I understand it was always an empty gesture, but it mattered in a sense of knowing how socially acceptable being queer is. If that makes sense.
Happy Pride Month to those two women dancing together in the foreground of the boat scene in Godzilla (1954).
I’m sorry your romantic foibles were overshadowed by a big ass atomic lizard thing.
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