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Soft!Task Force 141 x Reader  

A/N: This is my first fanfic and the characters might be too OOC. I hope is good.  

ALSO: I sprinkled some praise ;3  

Word Count: 3.2k  

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After a mission gone wrong in an undisclosed location Task Force 141 is forced to stay in a safe house, a cabin, in the middle of a dense forest and high between the mountains. It is no task for the team but unfortunately for you. You were injured.  

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Ghost and you were paired together on this mission. It was supposed to be a “quick in and out” mission but as you were following behind Ghost; and heard him say something on the radio. You could not hear what he said. Your radio had been broken by getting hit by the butt of a gun but nothing you couldn’t handle you took care of it no problem. As both of you entered the room, the door suddenly slammed behind you and the lights were shut off leaving you on a disadvantage you were surrounded by armed men and Ghost was the first one to react, shooting with precise accuracy men started to fall left and right. Using the flashing lights, movement, and your hearing, you followed in suit shooting with Ghost, you were already pulling the trigger before you can properly aim, and the room quickly became deathly still, before you could even get out a sigh of relief it came out as a gasp of pain. You were attacked from behind because you felt it before you saw it. With his aim, Ghost’s shot went straight through the head. "Bullseye!" You called out watching the body slumped near your feet. You gasped at the shock at how much effort you needed to speak. Looking down at your hand pressing on the side of your torso seeing how both your shirt and hand start turning into a deep red. Ghost is on you, lifting your shirt enough just to see how bad your wound is. "I'll live. Been through worse," you say nonchalantly trying not to make it sound like a big deal. "Captain, Scorpion has been stabbed and her wound is not life-threatening but needs medical attention." A line of 'what's' responded to Ghost. "Repeat that again Ghost." Soap said. "Scorpion has been stabbed but she won't die" Repeated Ghost. "I won't die but Holy Jesus! It hurts like a motherfu--"you groaned out and getting cut off by Price announcing, "Everyone regroup on the Eastside of the church." Ghost motioned towards you moving to wrap your left arm around his shoulders and with his sheer size you are lifted enough for you to start to tiptoe when walking. Flinching and wincing every few steps, you start leaning most of your body weight onto Ghost. "Atta girl almost there, we just need to cross the hallway, so we can patch you up." Ghost said with a hint of concern. You would tease him about it if the doors adjacent to the hallway toward the church hadn’t busted open to show a very panicked Soap. "They're here!" Soap yelled back to the team, took your right arm, wrapped it around his shoulders, and put pressure on your wound, causing you to hiss out, "I thought you could handle it." Soap teased. "Shut it." You remarked back. Now with the height difference, they are basically dragging you down the aisle toward Gaz and Price. They laid you down on the floor. "I thought it wasn't going to be this bad," Gaz gasped after looking at your gash, blood was still spilling at an alarming rate "This needs medical attention, and we need to return to the medic-bay." "About that..." Price uttered, catching the attention of everyone "Our exfil can't be processed due to our location and weather." “What the hell! What do you mean by that!” Soap shouted. “Have you seen the weather outside? It is a blizzard out there!” Price countered, pointing out through a broken stained glass. A voice was heard on Price’s radio, “Price, this is Laswell we have noticed movement towards your location. Estimation around 50-100 men. Unless you want your team to perish, I say you start moving toward the safe house up north-west from the graveyard.” “Copy that Laswell. Gaz try your best to stabilize Scorpion so we can all move out. I know that you are more than capable of neutralizing the enemy, but I don’t want another injury if we don’t have a fast form of transportation out of these mountains.”  

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No matter how much you get them you’ll never get used to the feeling of someone stitching you up with no anesthesia still sends a shiver down your spine. You were grunting as Gaz tried to make the process less painful and fast as possible. Lifting your uniform enough to have your midriff exposed so he could wrap the medical gauze around your body. “Come on. Up you go!” Soap grunted as he pulled you up onto your feet. “Careful with her if not I'll do you worst than what she has!” Ghost grunts out before turning back to you “Are you okay?” he asked in a hushed whisper. “I’m okay. We need to move out before the weather gets worse,” you replied. “Can you walk without support?” asked Gaz with outstretched arms as if you were to fall without notice. “I think I can manage.” you breathe out walking with a limp “Yeah...yeah, I think I can manage. Price how long is the walk," you questioned. “Walking? Oh, Sweetheart from here to the safe house it's going to be a hike.” Price chuckled, removing his gaze from the stained glass, and turned to face you. “If you can’t handle it, I can always carry you like a princess and I’ll be your prince in shining armor.” Soap teased with a wink. Chuckling to yourself, you playfully punch his shoulder as a form of saying you’re going to be okay, and you were going to stick to yourself, and you start following behind Ghost and out the door walking through the graveyard with unmarked tombs.   

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“Facken Hell” Soap grunted, he was the first one to complain about the freezing weather as you and the team struggled to push through the almost knee-high snow. Ghost was at least kind enough to go in front of you unintentionally making a small path and making it a bit easier for you to walk. You have never been more grateful about his size more than today (not that you’ll ever admit it) and even with his help you still staggered behind. You haven't even started walking for 30 minutes and you felt like you just ran a marathon. You tried to even out your breathing thinking that you might be overreacting. You started giving yourself little motivation so you could keep up with the team. That was before your side felt like it was on fire, your body slowly started to get warm, and you started to slow down into a stop.  Gaz noticed that you had stopped walking and turned back to you. “Are you doing alright?” he asked, slowing his pace to stand next to you. “As much as I want to say I’m fine. I’m starting to feel a little lightheaded” you replied with gasps in between, holding your head with a hand on your forehead. You wanted to start walking again but your whole body seemed like it was underwater even though Gaz was next to you his voice started to sound muffled and far away. You decided that you wanted to push more, and you didn’t check your stepping and your foot slipped on a rock causing you to lose your balance. You were not able to stop yourself from both cushioning the fall and tumbling down a steep trench that you hadn't noticed until now and you landed face down and you swear you felt like someone has pressed a branding iron on your wound. You used the last bit of energy to roll yourself over onto your back staring up at the soft pearl clouds blanketing the whole sky, the subtle flickering of the snow glistening as they twisted and turned with their slow grace down to earth. It was a peaceful sight other than the blinding pain your body had to currently endure. Your vision was fighting to stay awake slowly blinking as 4 dark figures were running down the hill towards you, a stark contrast on the untouched snow. Price was the first one in your line of vision holding your head and through your blurred vision you see his mouth moving but you can’t hear anything other than the ringing in your ears. You try to focus your eyes on him, trying to understand what he is shouting to the rest of your team then your eyes started straining signifying that you were slowly losing your fight on staying conscious, letting your head loose, it tilted away from Price as you closed your eyes for a well-deserved break into the darkness.   

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A pounding in your head disrupted your sleep causing you to groan softly against a mattress. You slowly stretch yourself enough to feel the rough texture of the mattress grinding on your soft skin. You were relishing a few seconds to yourself before a cry broke out from your lips causing you to sit up quickly and your hands flying to the side of your torso.  As you were cradling your wound, a pair of hands were suddenly pushing you down by your shoulders. By instinct you tried to look for a way to defend yourself, that was until the hands on your shoulders managed to push you into the mattress, a soft shushing caught your attention. “Hey! Take it easy. Look at me. Breathe. It’s just me, Soap.’’ You relaxed on the mattress and looked around at your surroundings. It seems that the team had settled down into an abandoned cabin that consisted of a fireplace that was still covered in dust, probably not used in years and especially not now. You guessed because the smoke might give your location away if you were to build a fire. The lack of light caused you to try and look outside through the snow and frosted-covered glass plane, but it was still enough to confirm that it was dark outside. “What happened? It was barely noon last time I remember,” you asked absentminded. “Well... We heard that you started to slow down, and Gaz went to check on you and he did nothing to stop you from falling off the cliff.” Soap explained, raising his voice towards the end. “Hey! It just happened too fast and-” Before he could finish Soap hit him on the head and he sat down next to him leaving you alone and he started continuing what he was saying “You took a nasty fall and hit your head and you seemed out of it. Nothing big though, you’re just going to have to deal with a migraine for a while and you managed to rip your stitches apart. Gaz was able to secure them again, but you were out like a light. Ghost piggybacked you all the way over here!” he laughed.   

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You nodded slowly, seemingly lost in your mind. “She seems dazed, guess that fall took a lot more than we thought” Price noted watching as you weakly started to stand and slowly made your way to where Gaz and Soap were sitting and plopped down next to them.  Groaning out softly you curiously looked at your puff of condensed air. They all watched in silence as you giggled like a little girl then a shiver rolled down your spine you then did the unthinkable, since Soap was the nearest to you sat and curled up between Soap’s legs and cuddled your head into his shoulder. It seemed that the whole room froze towards your actions. You aren’t usually like this with your tough demeanor, you usually never asked for help, and even on the rare times you do ask for help you’ll be embarrassed and cuss them out as if the problem was somehow caused by them, and it was (at least to the team) weird to see you open to your actions.  You felt him tense up against you raising his hands as if he was being held at gunpoint, he was about to push you away until he hears you softly whine something he wasn’t going to hear if you weren’t so close. “Gosh, you’re so warm it's so cold in here.” You pulled up your hands to your mouth and let little puffs into them and rubbed them together.  You’re slowly settling down to rest again until Ghost’s voice broke the silence “You haven’t eaten all day. You need to eat something before sleeping again without food you won't heal as fast.’ You turned to face him as he sat silently in a dark corner and slightly opened one of your eyes and sheepishly shook your head saying no. “Jesus Christ you’re burning up there, lass, aren't you?” His hand suddenly came to rest on your forehead and Price gently rubbed the back of his hand onto your cheek muttering more to himself, but it was loud enough for everyone to hear “She’s running a fever.”  “Here make her drink a lot of water.” Ghost urges holding out a bottled water; Price takes the bottle from him and extends it to you. You once again shake your head. “Don’t you back away. Come on. It's just water.” ”Don't wanna” you replied. “Would you drink if I help you?” You said nothing this time. Price takes your silence as a yes. Confused, he carefully tested the waters by slowly tilting the bottled water to your lips allowing you to take small sips. After you finished half of the bottle he praises “That’s my girl.” He closes the bottle, places it on the floor, leans back, and sits silently.  After a few minutes, everyone continued to settle down, especially Soap since he was busy embracing and enjoying your warmth then one by one started noticing that your breathing came out as deep breaths. Gaz suddenly perks up and says, “She still has to eat too” Once again all their attention was now on you. Everyone stares at Soap and expects him to do something “What? Do you really think I’m going to wake her up just for her to eat?” he said defensively, subconsciously pulling you tighter into his chest and embrace.  

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“You know we have to.” Ghost sighs. “Not even 5 more minutes.” Soap said while shying away from the harsh stares of the team. Ghost forces Soap’s arms away from your body slowly and gently shaking your shoulder to wake up. You stirred from your short-lived slumber and looked up at him confused. He crouched down to your eye level and whispered “Luv, you must eat something before going back to bed.” “But I’m going to get cold though.” “Here you can have my blanket.” Price immediately covers you in the soft material that seemingly had his scent covered all over the blanket. He gently started pulling you away from Soap which had begrudgingly agreed to let you go. Price starts getting an MRE out of his backpack opens it up for you and puts it in your hands.  Your head jolted back in disgust upon seeing and smelling the MRE, and you pushed it back to Price “Eww I don’t want to eat that it looks horrible,” you replied with a huff and tried to cross your arms over your chest before Price forces them down once more and he responded, “Come on, sweetheart you know you have to eat at least something”. “Do you have anything that tastes better than that?’” you pleaded. “I think I might have something you like!” Gaz exclaims while reaching into his backpack looking for something and he pulls out a Chocolate bar. Your eyes sparkled when your eyes landed on the candy. You moved to the outstretched hand with the candy, your hand was barely closing on the sugary goodness before it was snatched away by Price. You softly gasp and shockingly look at Price, your eyes begging for an answer. He just smirks and holds the bar next to his face and simply tells “I promise to give it to you once you have finished your food.’’ “Promise?” “I promise in fact I’ll help you” Price said as he continues to sit directly in front of you, place the chocolate bar next to him and scooped a spoonful out of the MRE and holding it a mere inches away from your mouth. “Don’t be shy, open up”. You became rigid as you noticed that you are in the middle of attention, and you knew that Price is stubborn enough not to have it your way and as you open your mouth to eat what was on the spoon a small involuntary ‘ah∼’ squeaked from you. You looked down embarrassedly and chewed slowly. You could hear the stifled laughs from everyone as your face turns bright pink. Price once again hold out a spoonful toward you and shook your head in denial. Price once again holds up the chocolate bar and teasingly said “Come on, Princess if you want this you must finish.” You closed your eyes, swallowed your pride, and ate more. The whole process went on in a somewhat comfortable silence. You got used to the routine so much that you started to nod off bit by bit until Price startled you when he shoved the chocolate into your hands and softly muttered “You did such a good job, Princess.”   

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You stared happily at the chocolate on your hands and before you could open it, you sneezed and broke into a coughing fit. You tried to huddle yourself tighter into the blanket, but it didn’t stop you from shaking like a leaf. A small commotion broke out but once your coughing fit calmed down you realize that you have been picked up and carried by someone you only noticed once you suddenly felt a wave of warmth spread through your body that you, in fact, are laying on top of Ghost. Once you settled down in that conclusion you tried to scramble away from him, before he held you down by hugging you and squeezing you closer to him. You noticed that he wasn’t wearing his protective gear, you felt some but not all of it under his hoodie that you didn’t notice that he was wearing because he was sitting in the dark up until now. Your head was placed directly on top of Ghost’s chest, and you can hear his heartbeat quicken just a little. The rhythm of his heart and the warmth of his body slowly coaxed you closer to a deep slumber. Your eyes fought to stay awake until a heavy hand slowly petted your head and dragged down your back. You slowly relaxed into his strong embrace and unconsciously rubbed your nose into his chest until you found a comfortable place for your head to rest.  Unknowing to you Price, Gaz, and especially Soap gave Ghost the most hateful stare they could muster but Ghost simply shrugged as he continued to comb his fingers through your hair.   

Silently wishing that the night would last forever just to have you in his arms. 

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Finally after seven days of struggle, it is finished.

Also please do not repost my art without permission!

Dewdrop has one singular kit

Rating: some very descriptive details of birth but it's not too bad, other than that it's sfw

Wc: 1421 (?!??!)

Based on a 3am conversation with @sphylor @muddiestpath @terzosboyfriend and I can't remember who else wanted to be tagged but you'll see it anyways

A/n the ending is super rushed I apologize, I will probably be making a part 2 but don't expect it

It came with no warning at all, he had no warning signs, no symptoms. But here he was. Dewdrop had been on his way to do his chores, sweeping the library and tidying up the book shelves. He never quite made it that far.

Hide. Nest. Hide.

The words repeated themselves in his mind, becoming more and more urgent. He looked around the corridor, searching for a spot he could sneak into and tuck himself away in. The supply closet! He slammed himself into the small, dusty room. It smelled of mildew and old clothes, not much light filtering through aside from where the door didn't come flush to the floor.

He crouched down into the corner, propping himself against the cold stone wall. He ripped his sweater off, suddenly feeling hot and itchy, a sheen of sweat covering his burning skin.

What is going on.

He wasn't due for his heat yet, not for another month. This wasn't a rut, while those came without warning they didn't come with pain. And oh does he hurt.

His lower abdomen is aching, a sharp breathtaking pain that has him seeing stars. Squeezing his eyes shut, he begged for whatever the hell this was to end. With a start he realized his jeans were damp, the sulfuric tang of distress hitting his nose in a way that made his stomach drop. He quickly kicked his pants and underwear off, letting out a small gasp at the dark red stain pooling under his milky white thighs.

I'm dying. Yup. This is it, this is how I go.

He whines as a particularly sharp pain blooms through his gut, lurching forward and wrapping his arms around himself. The searing ache only intensifies as the seconds tick, his breath fast and heavy. He feels like he can't breathe, like no matter how much air he sucks in its just not enough.

He doesn't realize he's crying until he feels a tear slide down his throat, tickling his skin in an infuriating way before he wipes at it with a shaky hand. It was a token gesture, a useless one at that. He was crying in earnest now, his breath catching in his throat as he sobbed through fresh waves of pain. Surely someone would hear him? Hear his quiet whimpers and come save him?

His head spun as he sunk his teeth into his thigh, hoping the sensation would distract him from the rest. His ears are ringing, his head feeling so far away.

But then, through the fog he hears a small whine. It's not his own. When he looks for the source, he's met with a lump of wet fuz and tiny limbs. A kit?

He picks it up gently, looking it over for any abnormalities before nipping the chord at its stomach. He set to work licking it clean, chasing the fluids away and fluffing up its soft down-like fur. He couldn't see through his tear filled eyes, these tears were different than before. His body shook with the effort of staying upright, his stomach still painfully contorting to get the rest out. He's acting on instinct now, lifting the kit to his chest so it can feed.

I need Aether, fuck.

He calls out, a weak chatter that he knows no one can hear. But he doesn't stop. Someone has to walk by sooner or later, maybe a Sister of Sin, maybe some church staff. He doesn't really care who, just someone. As if Satan himself was answering his silent prayers, the door opens, flooding the small room with light. Dewdrop hisses at the sudden assault, curling in on himself in an act to shield the whining kit in his arms. The creaky door muffled the sound of the placenta finally leaving his body, hitting the ground with an audible squelch.

"Dew? Fuck, Dew, what happened? Are you bleeding? Fuck."

Aether.

He let out a sigh of relief, lifting his heavy head and meeting the ghouls worried gaze. Aether pulled his phone out, sending Mountain a quick text.

A: hey can you come to the storage room down by the library and bring a blanket?

It's dew.

He shoved his phone back into his pocket, ignoring the several pings Mountain sent in response.

"Dew, I need you to tell me what happened. Hey, hey it's okay! Shhh it's okay."

Aether stopped his approach when Dew only responded with a distressed chatter, fresh tears staining his cheeks. He slowly unfurled himself, showing the bigger ghoul his kit. When he leaned down to get a closer look, he was awestruck. It was tiny, barely a handful. Thin webbing was just barely visible between its little fingers and toes, the hint of fins poking out from the soft tufts of fur. It was a pale, almost white blue, spotted with little iridescent scales.

Aether smiled, shocked at the news. He held his hands out, silently asking Dew to let him hold the little thing. Dewdrop hesitated, anxiety blooming across his chest. But he was tired, his body still aching. He placed the kit in Aethers arms, scampering his way into the ghouls lap hissing at the fresh pain his movements brought.

"She's so small. I reckon this is Rain's kit, huh?"

Dew smiled, tucking his head into Aethers neck. The resemblance is uncanny.

"Unholy shit……"

Mountain stood in the doorway, blanket in one hand, his phone in the other. He sputtered trying to wrap his head around the scene before him. Dew is a mess, covered in his own blood and bodily fluids, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. His face is bright red and damp with tears, and he is very naked. He stepped forward, draping the blanket over Dewdrop's shoulders, staring in awe at the little creature Aether was placing back onto the little ghouls chest.

"Alright bud, you're not gonna like this, just bear with me okay. I'm gonna lift up."

Aether scoops him up, careful to not jostle him too hard but the movement still makes him let out a small squeak. He whispers soothing words into his ear, telling him how good he did and how proud he was.

"Erm….before we get too far, Dew, we have uuhhh, two new summons."

His ears pinned to the side of his head as he held his kit closer. Letting Aether, who he trusts with his life, hold her was too much. Having new ghouls he didn't know around just brought back his anxiety even as Aether was pressing his quintessence into him to sooth it. He gave his head a little shake, his eyes wide as he silently pleaded with the earth ghoul.

"Hey, shhh, it's okay. We'll get your room and you won't even know they're there. How's a bath sound?"

He nods, relaxing at the thought of being clean. He can still feel the warm sticky liquid dripping down his legs, his whole body covered in sweat. He wanted a bath, some food, and Rain.

With a start he realizes just how much he wants Rain right now.

“R-rain.”

His voice comes out hoarse, quiet and strained.

“We can get him for you, he's gonna be so excited.”

Dew lifts his head as they enter the ghouls wing, the others were all in the common room. Swiss was showing the new ghoul something on his phone, Cumulus and Cirrus were snuggled up on the loveseat, Rain was watching Sunshine show the new ghoulette how to crochet. They all perked up when they saw Dew, Rain jumping up to follow them into his room.

“What- oh. Oh!”

Mountain started the bathwater, Aether setting the little ghoul on the toilet to go grab some more comfortable clothes. Rain knelt down, placing his hands on Dews' knees as he watched the little kit lift its head and sniff the air.

“No offense Dew, but she looks just like Rain.”

Dew only smiled, that's exactly what he's been saying in his head.

Aether helped him bathe and get dressed, putting him in only a pair of boxers and a zip up hoodie for easy access. Taking his time, he makes sure the little ghoul is comfy, Rain snuggled up next to him, the two of them cooing over their creation and purring contentedly. His heart swells with pride as he takes a moment to watch them, a look of adoration painting their faces.

No one would have guessed, but seeing it now, he knew Dewdrop was going to be a great parent.

No one:

Absolutely no one

Me at three am, violently snatching my phone: I wonDer if Pinterest haS picS moRe of CoPia's Cake.

Yea..when I'm bored I look up the most horrendous and insanely unorthodox things at 3am..most things being a mix of the papas and ghouls.

It's giving 💅💅💅

Probably Copia's best day ever

Dumb old man that we love.

Just another little sketch of Phil (Special Ghoul)