when I never let you in

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this is gonna sound cheesy as fuck and idk I’ll figure out better details later

but he’s some regular trans guy with a regular life, goes to get his T shot

The hospital he’s visiting is also being visited by these suited folk with some top secret serum

Somehow there’s an accidental mix up with bottles, the one w/ T in it is picked up by the suits, the serum is picked up by the nurse

boyo gets the shot and over night, he feels so ill, feels like he’s dying- his facial features melt right off, his skin goes paler than normal.  His hair and ears seem to stay-- and yet, he can still smell, see and ... well he opens his mouth painlessly tears the skin to reveal those enormous chompers and a long, fat tongue He’s freaking out, doesn’t know how to tell anyone and is afraid to go out? Tells his girlfriend, the only one he trusts..

Eventually, he learns he can shapeshift- but he’ll always need his glasses to see, so it’s tricky if he’s trying to impersonate someone? Can, of course, eat people

Brain says these suits are hunting him down and need to contain him? Can’t catch him since he blends in, so they decide to take his girlfriend and lure him in

now he’s after the suits to get his girlfriend back- doesn’t want his name known and comes up with a cheesy name “Nobody” so when anyone asks, edgelord can just reply with “Nobody” like he’s clever with his stupid reference to The Odyssey  Also meets some freaks just like him-- mutated and hiding-- both help and become enemies?? idk

I had someone awhile ago ask me to write a drabble where Basilio calls Lon’qu “Lon’Qui Qui” so I’m gonna incorporate that here XD

Lon’qu sits in the comfort of the west-Khan’s castle, wrapped in a thick blanket to ward off the Feroxi winter. He’s perched in his favorite chair, tea in hand, actually taking time for himself for once - something that doesn’t happen often. It’s a really peaceful day, he thinks to himself, smirking.

That is, until the west-Khan himself enters the room. As soon as Lon’qu hears the man’s large footsteps traipsing across the floor, his smile dissipates and he closes his eyes in annoyance.

“Well, if it isn’t Lon’Qui Qui! What a nice surprise,” Basilio remarks loudly. He slaps a large hand on the young man’s shoulder, causing him to wince.

Lon’qu squeezes his eyes shut tighter and presses his mouth into a line. “Surprise? I live here,” he responds, “And, by the Gods, do NOT refer to me by that absolutely awful nickname.”

“Aw, you’re no fun,” Basilio says, sitting down across from Lon’qu. “Anyway, I’ve got a bone to pick with you.” A smug smile creeps across the Khan’s lips.

Lon’qu raises and eyebrow and sips his cup of tea. “Hmm?”

Basilio leans in closer, practically whispering. “You like someone.”

Lon’qu’s eyes widen. “I-I most certainly do not!” he keeps a steady expression, but his face reddens considerably.

“Oooohhh yes you do! And,” Basilio grins mischievously, “I even know who it is!”

“T-that would be impossible, since I do not have feelings for anyone… I-I do not care much for w-women…” he turns his gaze away and covers his face.

“Oh really now? Does the name… Robin ring a bell?” the man holds in a huge laugh.

Lon’qu has no words left. He chokes on his tea, gasping for air, and Basilio erupts into fits of loud, genuine laughter. He gets up and slaps Lon’qu on the back several times, which probably hurt more than it helped.

“Oh, Gods, boy, you’re too funny,” Basilio says as he calms down and sits back in his chair. Lon’qu continues to say nothing, only attempting to hide his thoroughly flushed face. “So, in all seriousness, I’d like to give you some advice if you’re up for it.”

Lon’qu peeks out from between his fingers, nodding reluctantly.

“That’s what I like to hear! It’s simple, really, Lon’Qui Qui,” Basilio says. Lon’qu glares at the nickname. “You just gotta tell her straight up.”

“I cannot do that! Are you mad!?” Lon’qu replies.

“No, boy! It’s not that hard! C’mon. You like her, don’t ya?”

“Y-yes… I suppose…”

“Do you want to be with her?” Basilio pries.

“Yes,” Lon’qu says, a little more confidently. “But… women…”

“Suck it up, boy,” Basilio says. He gets up from his chair, patting Lon’qu on the back once more.” You’ll regret it later if you don’t.”

“You’re right…” Lon’qu mutters. “I’ll do it.”

“Good! Because if you don’t, I will! Ha!”