Dinasaur

Just call me Dinasaur! I use he/they/it/xer/camo/zip pronouns!

(Camo/camos/camoself)

(Zip/Zippies/ZippySelf)

Here’s the fanfic link for all the smut, I won’t write it as much on here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63107749

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Eventually Rocky sits down and just bats it around like a cat, first the tape measure, the clock, and now this? What is all this? The Ramen feels like xenon but more breakable, more weak. There’s also these things Grace has that lights up the whole tunnel which is odd, very confusing and he ain’t to much of a fan of it but it is warm..

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Krueger was standing by the door with a shit eating grin on his face, watching through the glass door as Nikto locked up his old truck to come inside for the first time in a few weeks. He had come home right on their anniversary, probably having had yelled at multiple ranks to make sure he arrived before or on their anniversary.

He watched as his husband sighed and threw his head back a bit as he started walking to the door. Probably imagining the AC being on, their Rottweiler named Cleopupra to come running with her Chihuahua brother Issac Pupton by her side ready to greet their father. Imagining Krueger making him a nice hearty stew or something weird with some name nikto didn’t even want to try to say while they sat at the table with the dog pawing at their feet for scraps.

Krueger watched as nikto looked back down at him while reaching for the door knob of the glass door. eyes gaining that spark that was never there on the field. Then without another thought Krueger closed the heavy wooden door right before nikto opened the glass one.

It went silent for a moment, Krueger slowly looked through the peep hole of the door. His eyes met a confused and slightly hurt Nikto looking down at the peep hole. Krueger’s heart sank for a moment as he continued to watch his husband.

Krueger lost his balance as Nikto suddenly barged in, looking down at the shorter man.

“We bought you flowers, you Осёл”

Nikto shoved a bouquet of violet roses into Krueger’s face, teasing him a bit.

“No doors! None! Or no watching favorite show with us!”

Nikto hissed as his husband hugged him with a laugh.

Makarov looked up at Yuri who was shaving his face until Makarov only had a mustache of stubble since it’s what made Makarov feel his very best.

Nolan was punching a large portion of makarov’s thigh to try and make the pain of the shot not as bad, he made sure Makarov wasn’t looking and quickly but gently put the needle in. Watching as makarov’s face scrunched up as he pushed the testosterone in.

Yuri put his forehead against makarov’s to make sure he didn’t try to look, they didn’t want him to freak out and possibly get hurt from the shot. He watched as Nolan pulled the syringe out finally and patted makarov’s thigh.

“You want a cat bandaid for your bravery?”

Soap is shocked that he now has to look up instead of slightly down at Simon, his Simon is shorter and the whole base likes to tease him and call him a femboy because of his stature and height. Why does he now have to look up at this tall man with an actual skull attached to his own mask? There’s no way that’s clay or anything, the way it’s been rotting, it even kinda smells…

It’s so weird but funny

Like yes you ham looking thing, stretch those beans at me while I’m trying to find your toy you purposefully threw somewhere and are now crying cause you are to lazy to get it

“BAHHHH!!”

The loud noise pierced the quiet home, making Makarov immediately look up as Yuri laughed. He was standing over their daughter, Fiona, as she crawled around. She seemed angry that her papa wasn’t there playing with them.

Makarov quickly got up, putting his computer away. “Is Fiona being a little sheep?”

Nolan nodded as he stood next to Yuri, trying so hard not to piss himself laughing. The loud “BAH” had been super unexpected to him.

“Bahhh!”

Makarov bent down and picked her up, holding her against his chest as she made the sound right in his face once more. Making him wince at the loudness slightly. How was it that he was half deaf and couldn’t hear his husbands that were right next to him but he could hear his little girl screaming like a sheep from a mile away?

He looked back up at Krueger who was holding scissors and a shaver. He was in a tank too and boxers while standing on a towel that held most of Nikto’s hair.

“…did you give me a Mohawk?”

Nikto mumbled, raising a brow that wasn’t there because his burn scars stopped hair from growing on his eyebrows now. Only a small little triangle on the end moved.

“Sure did!”

Krueger said proudly, he put the shaver and scissors down and ran his hands through Nikto’s Mohawk. Leaning down to give Nikto a kiss on his forehead while making him tilt his head back.

“It fits ya!”

Nikto eased at those words, if Krueger liked it, sure… he’d keep it.

“…you said you wanted to color it?”

Nikto muttered, returning the forehead kiss by kissing the small scar on Krueger’s chin. He listened to Krueger hum at his words and the small kiss.

“Yeah, thinking light blue.”

Nikto slowly nodded.

“Okay, do your thing. Make me look like an old man.”

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Days later Nikto was in a meeting with other officers and superiors. Mask off and he was getting glances and plain out stares. Not at his scars or foggy eye that couldn’t open all the way anymore and was always squinting but at his new light blue Mohawk that looked more silverish blue.