Hi there! As the Monster AU has finally concluded, I thought I'd put this handy FAQ together to hopefully answer any burning questions. A lot of these came from my patreon, in which I hosted an AMA after the finale so credit to my wonderful patrons for the miscellaneous character questions!

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Burning Questions:

1. Will the Monster AU still be available for free online on your social media in post format?

Yes, of course! Purchasing a physical or digital copy is just a matter of personal preference, not really necessary to still access the story.

2. What's the price of the Monster AU physical/digital copy and when will it come out?

The physical copy will be $110 AUD for the set (aka $72 USD) while the digital copy will bu $50 AUD (aka $33 USD). As the final page count for the monster au will be over 800 pages, hopefully that's a reasonable price. These books will be made available on my store in mid-late January 2026, with the physical book being available for pre-order and the digital file for purchase.

3. Will there be worldwide shipping? I'll be working with a US-based third-party distributor from now onwards for my store, so unless something significant changes, yes.

4. Will there be a SFW version available?

Unfortunately, a lot of the NSFW sections of the Monster AU are plot relevant, and so the story wouldn't made sense without them included. All NSFW sections of the story in the compiled version will have a marker that indicates its NSFW though, if you'd like to handily skip it. 5 Is this the end of the Monster AU?

While I can't say that I'll never draw something offhand for this AU again, I have no plans to make a season 2 for the Monster AU and I'm very satisfied with leaving it here as an open ending.

6. Are you done with COD in general?

No, but I do want to take a small break from COD and diversify my interests a bit. I've been drawing almost exclusively COD for 3 years now, and I'd love to do more miscellaneous fanart and explore OCs. Currently, the winning fixation is Heated Rivalry, which I'm having a lot of fun with.

7. What monster hybrid would [insert character] be in the AU?

If I haven't already assigned a character a monster, I have no interest or desire to. Feel free to come up with your own designations :) 8. Can I expand on this AU with proper credit to you?

Yes, of course!

9. What inspired you to make this AU specifically?

It started out of a gimmicky desire to make Good Boy Soap into an actual dog, spiralled into something a lot bigger very fast.

(Inspired by docdudo and bluegiragi)

poly 141 and child reader

Warnings: hybrids being hybrids, kidnapping/adoption, dark found family.

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It had been a few weeks since you came to the nest, the long stretches of days and nights blurred together in warmth, strange comfort, and quiet confusion. As far as you could tell, you were well taken care of, and you should be happy, grateful even. There was food—warm and plentiful. The feeling of having some extra weight on your scrawny body feels strange. No longer can you count your ribs through your old shirt. Soft furs layered the ground where you once curled up on dirt in the wild of the forest. Even the sweet call of sleep came easier now, lulled by the sounds of deep breathing, wings shifting, and the distant whispers of the wind humming through the mouth of the cave.

But even with time, some things still felt… off. The way the hybrids moved around one another felt almost human. They joked, argued, teased—just like normal humans. But beneath the surface, there was something different. Something far older, and far more foreboding. You saw it in the way Soap shoved Gaz when they disagreed—less about frustration, and more about testing dominance. To show the other who's boss. In how Ghost didn’t speak much, but when he did, everyone quieted. Even Price. It was like his words were law, even though Price was the one usually in charge, or so it seemed.

It was like watching wolves pretending to be people. Wearing human skin so as to not scare you. To protect those precious sensibilities that you've been born with as a human. In all those moments, it was like for that spilt second in time, that very brief interaction with one another made them forget you even existed. But that was not for today.

Gaz’s attention had shifted to you lately.

He’d always been soft in how he watched and interacted with you, but now he hovered—each breath you took seemed to register in his bones. As if the harpy were taking note of every miniscule twitch of your muscles, every beat of your young heart. Today, after breakfast, he knelt behind you without a word, his large taloned fingers beginning to gently part and comb through your hair.

The morning light was soft in the cave, at least what little of it you could see from the mouth of the cave, of which you were banned from ever going near it. "Too dangerous" Price would mutter as he used his tail to pull you back every once in a while. The sweet air and the shinning beams of sun diffused through the mist outside and caught beautifully in the light sheen of Gaz’s brown feathers. You were only just starting to get used to the feeling of food in your stomach when you felt his taloned fingers gently card through your hair.

You flinched—but only slightly. It was an automatic reaction; tingles ran down your spine as the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. A reaction-one you couldn’t help no matter how much you wished you could train yourself out of it. The one reaction the differentiated you from the rest, a prey animal among predators.

“Easy,” he murmured, the familiar warmth in his voice as casual as breath. “You’ve got little snarls in here again. Don’t worry, I’ve got it.”

His talons didn’t tug. They never did. He was careful. Always careful. Too careful.

But that was the problem.

He’d been doing this every day. Sometimes twice. And no matter how gently he worked through the tangles, your skin crawled with the knowledge that you’d never asked him to start. It was an exercise of patience, and patience was something you never really had.

His presence loomed behind you, the heat from his body a constant reminder that you couldn’t escape. His breath was warm against the back of your neck, and though his touch was soft, it felt invasive. Like a swarm of termites inside of a cabin. His fingers moved with a strange rhythm, an intimacy that wasn’t your own, as if your hair were some kind of prize to be cleaned and protected.

“I used to hate it too,” he said after a moment, his voice drifting as his mind wandered to a well-liked memory. “When I was little, I’d throw a fit if my mother tried to preen me in front of the others. Wouldn’t hold still for anything. She used to sing—off-key, real bad. Said it was the only way I’d stop fussing.”

You didn’t answer. You weren’t a harpy, a creature that belonged to this nest. You weren’t some helpless little chick to be tended to by others. You were a human. That fact bubbled and festered within your chest daily, each visible reminder nagging at your thoughts like a thick fog. You can feel your throat constrict, pressing you to remain silent on the very real threat that you might sob. But your silence only seemed to encourage him. The feel of his claws gently, relentlessly weaving through your hair made your eyes sting with unshed tears.

His fingers worked deeper into the tangles, moving with delicate precision, his breath close, almost too close. But the memory he spoke of—his mother, his childhood—kept him tethered, softening his presence like a fluffy cloud passing over the bright sun. It made him seem less threatening, less dangerous.

You weren’t a child who had ever been coddled, who had been soothed by anyone’s touch. You had learned to handle things alone, to fight through the pain of tangled hair with nothing but twigs and the harsh scrape of your own fingers. Your scalp still bore the scars of those desperate moments, when tears mixed with blood because there had been no one to care for you. Having no parents at sometimes felt like a great blessing. One less or two less mouths to feed, less noise to worry about, a few less people to care for at the cost of your own care.

You weren’t his to care for. The hybrids shouldn't even care in the first place. But they did.

You weren’t a pet to be groomed. But Gaz did groom and preen you. You didn't want to eat dried meat from the hands of monsters, yet Price fed you. You didn’t want the weariness of a long day to settle in your bones from how Soap play fought with you. But he did. They all acted like this was normal, like this was what you were meant to accept. But you knew it wasn’t. You weren’t meant to belong to them. Monsters.

“Gaz,” you muttered, voice thick with the weight of it, of everything you couldn't say. “Please… stop.”

The brush of his fingers stilled mid-stroke, and the world seemed to hang in the balance. The sound of the fire crackling in the distance, the slight rustle of his feathers, the wind whispering through the cave—it all faded, all of it. Just the two of you, and the tension of your strained words hanging in the air.

Gaz’s fingers stayed frozen in your hair, but his eyes flicked to your face with that familiar tilt of his head. It was a mimicry of curiosity, His pupils dilating until they take up most of his irises-you can barely hide the shiver that wracks through you. It was like he didn’t quite understand why you were resisting, why you wanted to pull away. His heavy gaze lingered on you, and it was almost too patient, too soft. His gaze was sharp in its own way—like a predator’s watching its prey with interest, even if he didn’t mean it like that.

“But I haven’t—” he started, his voice faltering for the first time. The words didn't seem to come easily to him, not when he couldn’t find the right way to fix it. “Okay. Okay, sweet one.”

His voice dropped quieter, almost like an apology, but it wasn’t. He drew back slowly, fingers flexing in the air as if they missed the weight of your hair. The absence of his touch was palpable, and you almost felt like you could breathe again. But something in his posture remained uneasy—his feathers ruffling slightly as though unsettled, his body tense in a way you hadn’t seen before.

He wasn’t angry, not really. But he didn’t understand. He didn’t know what it was like to be touched without wanting it, to feel the weight of another’s presence like an uninvited shadow. A harpy chick was meant to be preened and groomed daily for their physical health. But you were human.

“I’ll come back later, yeah?” he offered quietly, his voice thick with something unreadable. Almost sad.

You said nothing. The words feeling more like bile in your esophagus.

And the silence between you grew. It was louder than any refusal, louder than the crashing of waves against a cliff. Overpowering and loud. The sound of his absence was louder than the sound of him being there, the air heavy with what he failed to understand.

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Later that day, you found yourself alone with Price. The harpy off doing who knows what. Most likely hunting with Soap by the distinct lack of boisterous chatter that usually filled the cave.

Price sat near the back of the cave, reclining against the stone wall like a watchful mountain. His one wing tucked in, his claws carefully sorting something in a fur-lined satchel. More dried meat from the looks of it. You lingered nearby, quiet, until he rumbled your nickname without looking up.

“Hatchling, c’mere. Got somethin’ to show you.”

You hesitated, then walked closer. Bare feet tentatively padding along the cold stone of the cave floor. The fire crackled softly in the fire pit for warmth and the small, old oil lamps were few and in between as the resting either in small alcoves carved to hold their presence along the walls, or along the sides of the tunnels to illuminate the dark passages, you approached hesitantly. The others watched from a distance, sensing that this was a moment meant to be private. Even Soap stopped tossing his makeshift pelt-ball around.

Price, tossing the satchel to Ghost shared a brief glance. A look that conveyed a thousand meanings, all of which were lost on you. As Price gently led you to the back of the den, past the common nest and deeper toward a small room, a storage alcove. Inside, tucked beneath thick hides and careful layers of cloth, was a hoard.

Not like the stories with mountains of gold. This one was smaller. Stranger. There were gems, yes—opals, garnets, polished amber that flickered with echoes of a trapped time. But there were also scraps of cloth, even a child’s ribbon tied in a neat bow.

You glanced at the ribbon, a curious object. As your gaze lingered, a small detail caught your attention. The edges of the ribbon were singed as if the ribbon had been caught in an old fire. Your stomach twisted, a deep unease settling into your tiny bones.

“These are mine,” Price said, gesturing with a slow hand. “Collected them when I was young. Most of these I’ve had for years. Some...” He tapped a dark blue stone with a cracked edge. “...were gifts.”

Your eyes flicked across the collection. There was something unsettling about how personal it all felt. These weren’t just objects. They were pieces of people. A deep look into the dragon hybrid's soul. Lost moments. Claims.

“This one’s from Soap,” he said, pointing to a sloppily wrapped brass bracelet. “That—Gaz found for me when we first nested together.” as he picked up a dainty piece of sea glass that glinted red in his large palm.

He turned to you, gaze softer than you’d ever seen it.

“I’d like you to have something. For now.”

Your small fingers reached out. Far too small against Price's own. Not to take—but to touch. The one item he offered you was a pale, amethyst crystal, almost cloudy in the center. Its surface is smooth and warm from where he’d been holding it.

“Why?”

He smiled, the corners of his lips tugging upward like cracked tectonic plates shifting. The crow's feet at the corners of his eyes growing deeper as if showing his age far beyond what he physically appears “Because you’re part of this nest now. And a dragon’s hoard isn’t complete without the things most precious to him.”

Your breath hitched. The feeling of acid reflux and bile returns to your throat.

“I’m not a thing.”

His smile didn’t falter—but it froze.

“No,” he agreed carefully. As if he were weighing his options and trying to find some words to soothe your fears. “You’re not.”

But the way he looked at you—like that gemstone was no different than the child standing before him—made something terrible twist inside your chest.

The dark shadows flickered with the crackling of the firelight. Ghost said nothing. He didn’t need to.

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Cw: implied smut, heat/mating cycle, musk/scent kink, teasing, tell me if I missed any.

It had snuck up on them, like a feline in prowl, stalking from the shadows and only making itself known when it pounced, striking with ferocity and danger. The signs were subtle, sneaking under their nose when they were around you. They were easily forgotten, something that went past their heads without so much as an ounce of concern because it could easily be mistaken for another thing. 

The slight change of scent on your skin, sweeter than usual, but unsurprising when your arrival was so turbulent, changing scents crashing over them like waves, switching between sweet and sour, bitter or salty. The perspiration that clung to your skin, smelling of sea salt and musk, was easily mistaken for exhaustion, sweat that collected from your hours spent at the gym, lifting, pressing and sparring. And your fidgeting wasn’t as abnormal as it was, you were a solitary animal and being introduced to a crowded Task Force made you anxious.

It went without any trouble - much trouble, since you were often struggling with how touchy and open they were - for another week before those subtle signs grew, blaring a bright red in their faces. It hit them in the face with a hard slap, shocking them like a bucket of freezing water would, and your change had them struggling and worried.

Your scent was cloying, overly sweet in your frustration, hauntingly seductive and taunting, calling to them with every small sniff of your musk. The perspiration they once chalked up to sweat from exercise was now connected to the heat that brewed in your guts, a boiling fire that caused your temper to flare. Then your fidgeting had grown to affection and noise, you yowled lowly, purrs rumbling out of your throat, small feline sounds that confused most that weren’t familiar with one; and you were touchy, running your hands over their arms, clinging to them with flickering ears and a swaying tail, fluttering your lashes with wide and dilated pupil. 

“You’re in heat, Hunter,” Horangi bemoaned, his nose scrunched up under his mask, willing - and failing - his body to stop reacting to you. He had formed a bond with you, and succumbing to your teasing and obvious signs of courtships would probably break away all the effort he put in to know you, find a way into your heart as much as you did with his mind, body and soul. 

“Need you, ” you mewled, nuzzling the crook of his jaw, nose running down his glands and nipping at him, your wet lips trailing kisses up and down his throat, “It’s too hot. Frustrating.”

Your persistence was cracking his wall. Your small, kitten licks, the gentle nicks of your sharp canines and the rumbling of your purrs where weakening his resolve, coupled with wandering hands and the curl of your tail around his, wrapping himself around you like a snake, he was a prisoner of his own body and needs. He was so close to throwing all his self-restrain out the window, to pin you against the floor and growl in your face, forcing you to bend and fold to his whims in the middle of the TF’s rec room. Horangi wanted to fuck you, his mind running circles with crazed thought of breeding you here and then, filling you up until he leaked out of you and was sure he’d knocked you up.

“Horangi,” you pawed at him, your hot breath hitting his bobbing Adam’s apple, feeling his patience thinning and thinning. 

You would be the death of his restraint and patience. 

soap as a poltergeist and purposely trying to scare you by throwing shit everywhere

gaz as a mare who likes to fight with you over the light switches

ghost (hehe) as a phantom bc he hates getting his picture taken :(

price as a demon, the most powerful “ghost” of all, who could kill you if he really wanted to, but his ghost friends have taken a liking to you, so he lets them have their fun. and hey, maybe he also starts taking a liking to the cute ghost hunter trying to send them to the afterlife

❝𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐲︙She was an odd one, as was her obsession with daisies. But, that made her unique in the eyes of the herd… she became the treasure of TF 141.

warnings: mention of alcohol, drugs, death, obsession, among others, if you are not comfortable, don't read it !

rating: 18+

pairings: Task Force 141, Köning y Horangi x Oc female.

Summary: the hunt for jewels had begun, so Laswell decides to pass her off as a human and send her to the British military base under the command of a colleague, all this without him knowing her true identity to protect her (sorry, I don't know how to summarize).

¡English is not my first language, so there may be mistakes, don’t hesitate to correct me.!

wattapad -> here

INTRO | CH 1 | CH2 | CH3 | CH4

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A tense silence filled the air as they watched the CIA operative, a colleague of their captain for years, through the screen. The woman had initiated a video call to discuss the new team member, which had made them nervous ever since they found out she was human and not a hybrid or monster.

For Ghost, this posed a problem that would affect the team in upcoming missions. Moreover, she was an outsider, and years of betrayal had made him deeply distrustful and more cautious than ever. Whenever they allied with others, he requested their files and scrutinized them thoroughly before gaining more information.

The matter of coexistence between hybrids, monsters, and humans remained complicated. Despite their high ranks in the military, they still faced looks of disdain, disgust, hatred, and cruel words for not being entirely human. Even though humans were cruel and ruthless, they treated them as the only beasts in their hypocrisy.

Kate sighed for the tenth time in what had been just an hour-long meeting.

"I understand you may have doubts and even rejection toward this new addition," Kate said, staring directly at Ghost through the camera, "but she is necessary this time. She'll be a great addition to the team."

"She’s human," the tallest one interjected, his voice slightly muffled by the balaclava. "She’ll only bring trouble."

"She won’t cause you any problems; you have my word." Laswell locked eyes with Price, the man who had remained silent. He had already discussed things with the woman privately and was now letting his pack weigh in. "She’s not just any human. She’ll help you, and she might even teach you a few things."

"Like what?" asked the Scot.

That was the cue for Price to step in, setting an open folder on the table. The five men moved closer to take a look. Ghost was the first to reach it, despite being farther from the table.

"She’s given permission for us to see the first two pages of her file." Price’s voice was calm, as always. "She’ll be supporting us in the medical field." He handed one page to Ghost while the other went to the only dark-skinned member of the group. "She’s a combat medic, specializing in emergency medical-surgical care."

"Aeris Williams, no photo," Soap mentioned, standing next to Ghost. The others crowded around to see the first page.

"It’s for her safety," Laswell replied, "and she’s worked for several private military contractors." Through the camera, they could see the woman drumming her fingers on the table. Price noticed she was nervous.

"She’s worked with the competition, Laswell," Gaz pointed out upon seeing KorTac’s name. "What assurance do we have that she won’t leak information about us?"

"She’s a professional, and as her file shows, she’s worked with more than just that contractor. If she’d leaked information, she would’ve been blacklisted and imprisoned for breaching contractual terms by now," the woman defended her. "She’s highly qualified to join the team."

"It also says she worked with the ghosts. That’s impossible." Ghost tossed the page back onto the table. Price pulled out a cigar from his pocket, lighting it with fire that flared from deep in his throat. The attitude he was most concerned about was Simon’s.

"It’s true," the captain answered on behalf of Laswell, "and not just as a medic, but also as a soldier. She’s participated in counter-terrorist operations, rescue missions, infiltration, and reconnaissance; she’s highly experienced on the battlefield."

"She’s a veteran," Laswell added. "And as hard as it may be to believe, she’s even more experienced than Price." The men looked at their captain, who nodded as he took another drag from his cigar. "You could learn a thing or two from her, if you’re willing. And... there’s something about her that you might like." Price smiled, knowing what was coming.

"What’s that?" Gaz placed the other page back on the table, his black wings stretching slightly behind his back.

"She worked with the Shadows under Graves’ command." The room, except for Price and Kate, erupted in growls at the mention of the man they considered scum.

"She worked with that bastard? How could that please us?" Alejandro’s thick Mexican accent came through as he scowled at the mention of the man. Of them all, and especially the two Mexicans, Alejandro harbored the most resentment toward Phillip Graves. After all, the man had taken his base and his men during their time in Las Almas several years ago.

"That’s not the best part." Price approached the table with the cigar in his mouth, slipping the pages back into the folder. "There’s a very good reason why there’s no information in her file about working with the Shadows."

Soap raised an eyebrow, as did Alejandro. The men watched as a smile formed on their captain’s face and on the woman’s face through the screen.

"The reason is, she almost beat Graves to death with her bare fists." Surprise quickly spread across the faces of the group. Alejandro was the first to laugh, wearing his typical smile as his shoulders shook slightly from the laughter.

He was followed by Rodolfo, who chuckled lightly.

Gaz had his head tilted slightly, a small smile on his lips. Soap mirrored the expression, while Ghost remained silent.

"What was her excuse?" Rodolfo asked with curiosity after he stopped laughing.

Kate shrugged slightly before replying.

"She simply said he was an idiot."

"That’s a solid argument," Gaz commented.

"I’m already starting to like her," Soap said, flicking his tail.

"So, the lady almost killed him," Alejandro murmured beside Rodolfo. "Guess we should give her a chance, then."

Ghost looked at his pack before sighing.

"I’ll keep an eye on her."

"I appreciate your willingness," Kate clasped her hands on the desk. "Now, I’ll give you some recommendations to keep in mind for your safety."

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"We'll arrive in five minutes, Doc," the pilot announced over the communicators. "It was a pleasure flying with you."

She smiled as she took off her tactical helmet, just like Kamli and her other companion.

"Likewise, Jack. But this is more of a see you later than a goodbye," she replied before cutting off communication again. "Do you think the captain will be offended for not arriving yesterday?" She looked at the tallest of the three.

Kamli took off his helmet like she did, letting out a sigh.

"I don't think so. He knows beforehand that sometimes things happen unexpectedly. Besides, Laswell informed him we would be delayed." His piercing eyes landed on her. "Don't worry about the minor details. There are other things to be concerned about."

"Kamli is right," interjected the other accompanying them, a hybrid of Arctic hare; he was her assistant. "You should save your energy for the problems that exist at that base on a medical level; the anomalies in those records are troubling, boss."

She sighed as she saw the enormous base, spotting several people waiting in the landing area.

"Alright, let's do this."

The helicopter began its descent while the three prepared themselves. Kamli adjusted his gloves, she pulled her black Buff up to her nose, and her assistant grabbed the straps of one of the four military deployment bags they had brought, excluding the huge 25-kilogram first aid kit.

They felt evaluative gazes on them, especially on her and Kamli due to their height. They unbuckled their seatbelts and descended slightly hunched over as a precaution while the blades continued spinning powerfully.

She moved to the front and signaled to Jack to take off again.

Then she turned and made eye contact with the man in the hat and beard, who smiled politely at her. Kate had mentioned his appearance before they left.

"You must be Captain Price, right?" She approached the man and shook his hand. The scaly tail swayed slowly, but she held back her questions. "Aeris Williams," she introduced herself, "but I prefer to be called Harper."

Kamli and her assistant also approached, positioning themselves to her left and right.

Price nodded.

"Captain John Price." The man looked at her before addressing the two companions behind her. "Laswell mentioned that only two of you were coming."

From his tone, Aeris understood she needed to clarify things. Price was still an alpha, and as such, he liked to know who was coming in and out of his base. The arrival of another male without prior notice could be seen as an invasion of his territory.

Kamli was also an alpha, which could trigger an internal struggle to prove who had power over whom if they didn't communicate properly.

"I apologize for the last-minute surprise, Captain. We come from a small mission," she responded calmly. "The big guy next to me is Kamli Sharma, my partner in operations and missions." Kamli nodded at those present, looking at them neutrally with no signs of confrontation. "And he is Jim Parker, my right hand."

Parker also nodded; the man had noticed the gazes on his non-human limbs and ears but ignored them, as they merely indicated curiosity.

"No problem," Price stepped aside, revealing four members of his pack. "This is Gaz." The dark-skinned man stepped forward and shook her hand while slightly stretching his black wings; from the type and color of his wings, she deduced he was a hybrid of raven or harpy.

"Soap," the lighter-eyed one introduced himself with a smile; his accent revealed he was Scottish. His enthusiastic eyes and tail wagging behind him made it clear he was a wolf. "Two of us are missing who couldn't come; they'll show up later." He nodded towards the man in the skull-patterned balaclava. "And he is Ghost."

The one in the mask didn’t respond; his gaze was fixed on Kamli. The height difference between the two was evident, with Kamli being the taller at two meters.

Unlike the others, Ghost showed no indication of what kind of hybrid or monster he was.

"Kamli." His warning tone was enough to make the man stop staring him straight in the eyes.

The others had noticed the small confrontation between the two hybrids, so Price intervened.

"I'll give you a brief tour if you're not too tired." Aeris smiled through her buff.

"We're fine, Captain." She grabbed the first aid kit and slung it on her back before taking one of the bags, while Kamli grabbed the two remaining ones. "We can hold out a bit longer."

"Alright." Price turned halfway and began the tour, allowing Aeris to stay at his side and not behind him. That was a good sign; it meant he recognized her as an equal. "This base is larger than the others since we have more resources; I can give you a map while you get accustomed."

The base was undoubtedly big, just as Price had said, and the map would be useful for orientation in the first few days. Given her role as a combat medic, Aeris had certain privileges, such as the right to a room with its own bathroom, away from the dormitories for greater privacy, which she appreciated. She was also assigned an office at Kate's request for the tedious paperwork related to the anomalies in the medical processes of the base.

It was impressive that, despite being completely adapted for hybrids and monsters, there were more humans.

As they walked through the hallways and different recreation rooms, Aeris noticed small packs formed, all being cautious as they passed. She even observed some injured individuals with poorly placed bandages, suggesting that medical care for the non-humans was, at best, lacking in certain aspects.

She had a lot of work to do, but at least she wouldn't be bored.

However, she was sure she would face resistance from the medical staff if more of her suspicions turned out to be true, much to her dismay.

They returned to their room under the curious gaze of those present at seeing the three staying in the same space. Their excuse was that they had things to discuss, so the pack said no more, just nodded, and left them alone.

"They noticed your behavior, didn't they?"

"They must have a very poor relationship with the medical area; their bandages are poorly placed, and even one is not suitable for the type of injury," Jim remarked. "I think they did it themselves; someone trained wouldn't make such simple mistakes."

"It's clear they aren't being treated according to protocol," Kamli growled, "and yet, the miserable ones dare to ask for raises."

"Laswell suspects they are also smuggling medications, and I think so too," Aeris sighed as she took off her tactical vest. "For now, it would be better to rest, especially you; tomorrow you must return to the field." She lightly tapped the bed for them to climb up. That night, the three would sleep in the same bed; it was a custom they had adopted upon arriving in new places, as the protective instincts of the two hybrids were at their highest during the first two days.

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Let's start this adventure!

I'm sorry if there are spelling mistakes, I'm not good at English, but I do my best.

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(Brainrot time! Blame dougielovelove for their new work. Had a bit of a bad day and i usually dont write spicy things

This one can be set in monster au. Readers a captain of a whole different task force meant for oceanic endevours. Im talkin the readers a shark hybird (biased) their lieutenant a whale hybird, sergent an orca or a pufferfish, their newest recurits a fuckin salmon, the works.

They're close knit, heck even poly if you want. Price and the Reader meet through connections with Laswell. They find out they hav the same target, price is stubborn and wont drop the mission, despite how most of his team is not suited for water.

Reader respects it and they work really well together. A bit too well, even to the point theyre considering merging the teams.

Completely honest, Price is starting to fall for their fellow captain. I mean how can you not, they've swooped in and saved them countless times, preventing the oceans waters from completely swallowing them in the dark abyss.

Not to mention his sergents and lieutenant are just the cutest, so eager to do well and work together with his own. Just protective instincts, hit him to the point hes pickin everyone up and scentin them. They're his hoard now.

Reader and Price are settleing paper work in his office. Readers busy writing down important information and signing off reports, but price cant help but stare. How swift his hands move as each words is made and written, how tight his claws grip the pen with every small minisucle flick of the pen.

He hiccups a small flame when their fellow captain decided to extravagantly spin his pen when he trys to recall the missing info. How smooth it moves between his blackened fingers, swirling and turning flipping all between nimble and flexible rough- and hes hard.

Reader realizes Price is distracted, before he can call out their name, he glances down just to see whats got him so wrapped up in his mind.

Now all i can think about is Reader forcing Price to focus and finish his paperwork while hes got both his assets shoved up his ass. Price is just a mess, making his paperwork a completely unusable. Yet, the reader still wants him to finish, becuase if he dosent Price definitely wont.

Or they decide to have some fun, release the pent up desire the poor dragons been keeping buried. A soilder be it 141 or be from the readers own team, walks in. Can't help but love how the stoic draconic captain looks so small and pathetic under his co-leader. Joining in on the fun just to see how wrecked this great leader can get.)

Okay, this is cool and my horny is up but I made a few changes as I like characters to be more mythological and just animal hybrids, though those are cool too

CW:NSFW, quick and rough, subbot Price, Gaz, Oc sergeant, domtop reader

Price loves you. But you are one cruel bastard.

Those big rough hands of yours trace his taught belly, webbed fingers making a shiver crawl up his spine and stealing what little thoughts are left in his head as one of your hands trails down the smooth scales of his tail. "Come on dear captain, just a few more pages to go." You purr, chest rumbling against his back like the thrum of an engine, your lips tickling his pointy earlobe.

Ghost as a demon or demonic entity. He has a human form but he can barely keep it from being uncanny valley so he just hides behind a mask. He can travel through shadows and manipulate them (cause a lit hallway to become completely dark without touching the lights). He doesn’t eat in front of people and those who have seen him eat are thankful.

Gaz is a vampire. He’s relatively young for one but he’s very efficient. He chooses to ethically get his food from blood banks and is genuinely grossed out by the thought of drinking from a living being, willing or not. Gaz has trained himself to have excellent self control around blood or those who are injured and considered easy prey.

Price being a werewolf or lycan or some kind of shifter. He visibly appears human and there’s little showing that he isn’t. He’s very efficient in controlling his transformations and being in control while as a beast, but he is not above blaming the wolf to get someone off his back when his temper gets the better of him. He’s very protective of his people and those he considers family.

Soap is a descendant of a Fire Giant. He’s not a full monster and he’s not in control of most of his abilities. He has an immunity to fire and intense temperatures along with an ability to control fire with his hands (manipulate an existing flame). He is not half Fire Giant or even the child of a half human hybrid, so his gift in his fire abilities is rather odd. His lack of control is a result of having no one in his life that could show him how to be in control.

Laswell is human but she’s with the occult. She has a powerful gift in magic and knows how to use it. Though there’s wonder if there’s something else in her bloodline that gave her such a gift, she hasn’t bothered to look. She is considered a monster expert, if she doesn’t know something she’s quick to figure it out. Has mastered the ‘shut up’ spell. It does exactly what you think it does.

Nik is another lycan or shifter. He’s huge when shifted, bigger than Price. And he has a complete immunity to the cold. While being a shifter is very obvious, there’s something else that no one can pinpoint. He does have a gift in magic but he’s very private about who he shows. His loyalty is fiercely towards Price but he does extend it to Laswell and the boys.

Farah is human but is an expert monster slayer. Like Laswell, Farah has a vast knowledge about monsters and their abilities and weaknesses. Is very open minded about good monsters and their existence, which is why she aims to try to figure out how to help someone before she results in killing them (if they’re worthy of help). Has mused the idea of being a lycan after Price and Nik have showed her the pros of being a creature of the night.

Alex is a human. He has no gift in magic and isn’t a gifted slayer or has much knowledge in monsters. One day Laswell just hit him with a mission that involved a pack of feral vampires and he has been lost ever since. He’s learning but there’s so much going on. Lost his leg to a lycan (is terrified of Price and Nik as a result but he won’t admit it).

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