Home for Holidays
Monster! 141 (mostly Soap) x Hybrid female Reader (jackalope/wendigo)
This is a continuation of the previous fanfic on my page. The only context you need it that the reader is teenager. Mentions @diejager reader character Hunter and is based on designs by @bluegiragi
CW/TW: Mentions of trauma, abuse, family trauma, punishment, origins of wendigo, crying, angst, let me know if I’ve missed anything.
Soon enough Holidays come around and there are no signs of your handler returning to base. Which means you’ll likely be alone on base on the holidays. It’s not the first time so that’s okay but you do get jealous when plans are brought up in conversation.
“So what’ll you be doin lass?” Johnny asks. His friendly face becomes a small frown when you shrug.
“Maybe I’ll just stay on base with Ghost…not sure what else there is. Nowhere to go really…” You say shrugging. Johnny’s brother side comes out in full swing, not just for you but for Simon as well. He knows Simon uses the holidays for his own needs, and doesn’t really stay on base the whole time. Leaving you behind didn’t feel fair to him. Not only that but it’s not fair to you, to have to sit in your room by yourself bored out of your mind.
Johnny makes some calls after that and soon learns there’ll be some paperwork but he doesn’t care. It’ll be worth it.
Nikolai comes to pick people up to take home, and Johnny has you already packed and it basically bouncing on your bed to get you to wake up.
“Come on wheels up lass!”
He’s carrying the duffel you had when you came and hands it to you.
“But-“ you’re half awake as you try to protest.
“No questions. Come on.” He says and you both get on the helicopter. Rudy and Alejandro say good bye to you before you leave and give you a gift to open on Christmas as does Gaz and Price. Ghost sees you off and you tell him you hope he enjoys the privacy.
Johnny takes you to his hometown, and when you land he explains that he made some calls home. And then to Laswell, and the program and few others to make sure everything was sorted.
“Ma didn wantya to be alone. Just know you’ll be put to work still…got dat?” You nod and he takes you to his house after you land, where you meet Soap’s mother and Soap’s older brother. His mother comments a bit on your appearance saying you look a little pale and could afford to put on a couple pounds. Soap gives her a look but you shake it off saying you have been. She gives you a warm smile and helps you find your room.
You have a good time on your leave and it feels a little odd to you. Your family was way different, but Johnny’s is cozy and kind and teasing. You join in on jabs at him, and help around the house as best you can, learning more basic skills like cooking and chopping wood. Johnny takes you to a few different places around, along with his brother, and you even meet a couple of his football buddies. They’re friendly and tell you some stories about Johnny. They ask about the ears and antlers. Johnny lets you answer how you choose, whether it’s as a jackalope or a wendigo. At some point he leaves you with his friends to take care of something and when he comes back, he sees you talking and having a good conversation with them. It’s hard to imagine you were once this simple, shy, apologetic kid and now you had grown into a friendly, healthy teenager.
One night you and Johnny take a minute to relax on a bench before continuing your walk home. The two of you had just left his friend and their partner at a store, and the walk home would be long. Johnny could handle walking in the dark but wanted you to be safe too. You both look out at the street lit up by garlands of lights and shop windows. It was good to finally take a break after all the walking around. You watch people go by and notice body language you didn’t often see on base. Couples holding hands, kids running and skipping, snowballs being thrown, parents swinging their kids. You lean against your knees, following Johnny’s sitting position.
“Are all families like this?” You ask. Johnny notices where you had been looking and shrugs.
“Nah all of em. The good ones are.” Johnny ponders for a moment before inquiring. “Take it you didn ave that.”
You shake your head.
“Wha were they like?” He asks. You go very quiet, and he pays closer attention. It’s not an easy subject, your parents were mean and obsessive over your hybrid features. You were outcasted and isolated. Christmas was a rough time, as you would see people happy outside but never felt the same way.
“…they…they used to yell at me. Sometimes hit me.” You confessed. Johnny looks at you. “It kept escalating… sometimes it was burns or no food for a day. Then one day they grounded me and put me in the basement.” You pause for a shaky breath feeling your throat tighten up. Johnny lets you continue at your own pace. “They gave me raw meat and told me there was nothing else…”
You’re shaking recalling the horrid memory of how you became a wendigo. Your family wasn’t normal and your parents weren’t sane. You only found out how insane they were when it was too late. How cultish they could be.
Johnny doesn’t need you to finish, and instead moves closer to you on the bench and holds you tight. The tears just come down and you nestle into his winter jacket. You feel a gloved hand on your head keeping you close.
“You didn do anythin wrong.” He tells you over and over, tucking your head under his chin. “You’re a good kid. Don’ forgae ‘at.”
You finally pull away after a while and he asks if you’re ready to keep going. You nod, he gives you his arm to cling to while you head home. There are still tears but your face is stinging from the cold, and you’d rather be inside. Johnny tries to change the subject or make some jokes with you. He gets a couple giggles for his dad jokes. When you finally get back, Johnny’s mother notices your tears and gets you some water. She doesn’t ask about it and lets her son handle everything while you curl up on the couch with him watching Die Hard.
You feel more and more comfortable snuggling up to Soap, and he you. He’s taken to calling you ‘pup’ and ‘whelp’. When you walk in to relax with him he offers to shift for you so you can have a soft pillow to rest against. It doesn’t take long before his brother and mother are friendly with you too, spending some alone time with them as well. His mother has taken a shine to you, often asking for some help in the kitchen or showing you cute videos she found online. There’s a couple of Facebook posts usually involving the Grinch or Peanuts cartoons that you find cute, and smile at.
His mom expresses concern multiple times about your wardrobe, noticing you wear the same items in a row.
“If ya wouldna mind me askin dear, didn ya wear that shirt yesterday?”
“Y-yes. Is that bad?” You ask.
“No no of curse not, it’s a nice shirt, but doncha ave other clothes?” She asks. When you shake your head she sets down whatever she is working on. It doesn’t take long for her to check if any of her sons’ old clothes will fit you. The clothes are a little baggy on you, even with the couple extra pounds you’ve gained while staying there but they’ll work. Especially since they’ll likely get torn anyways when you back to base. Honestly his mother is glad they’ll be put to use, and they’re some of the few clothes she has that are intact since Johnny’s form often rips his clothing.
Christmas Eve comes around and Soap is up early for his workout and his mother is up for her meal prep.
“Aye ma? Canna ask you somethin?” Soap asks quietly, not wanting to wake you or give you the chance to hear him.
“Yes?”
“Whatcha think of the lass?”
She takes a moment to think about it.
“Lovely child. Takes after ya a bit moore than I’d like.” She teases. Johnny smiles before unloading a bit on to his mother. “They don’t ave anywhere else to go after this, unless Price keeps em. So it got me thinkin uhh…” his tail twitches awkwardly as she takes note of his tone. His mom has seen how her sons’ tails react when they get a certain way. Before he can ask she answers the question.
“I think ya need to think this over some more. I wouldna mind it… but she’s got as much of a say as you do. Honestly she’s a lovely lass, and I know you’ve taken a shine to her. More than a shine, yer practically her brother. You’ve told me what she is, and I have no qualms but ya better be here for her too. I’m not dealin’ with a hybrid under my roof, alone and at my age.”
“I will ma, thank you.” Johnny decides to bring it up later when you guys head back to base.
Christmas comes and it’s overwhelming for someone unused to large close gatherings. Johnny and his brother make it a habit for at least one of them to stay close to you. Their relatives ask tou questions and get to know you. You don’t unload like you did with Johnny, but when your past comes up you do respond.
“Well my adoptive parents were pretty bad, so after that my social worker put me in the program for rehabilitation and relocation I guess.”
When you get the chance you slip away to take a breath, and relax a bit. The whole situation is crazy after being on a such an isolated family. The holidays weren’t exactly great for you, and sometimes you were alone to open gifts by yourself. The gifts were strange too, often in the form of weird books and strange toys. Looking back, to any normal person the gifts should have been red flags. Johnny finds you soon enough, and asks if you just want some time to yourself.
“This is normal? Spending holidays like this?” You ask. He nods.
“Never got ‘at back ‘ome.”
You shake your head. Johnny isn’t one to show vulnerability but damn you make it hard.
“Fairly normal. You open your gifts yet?” He asks. “Come on we’re about to start opening them.”
You get up and follow him, carrying the gifts you got from the 141 into the living room, and sit down. Anyone seeing the scene would know you were out of place, as everyone was either human or a werewolf. Johnny’s mom sits by you, and has a gift for you too. You open it and you laugh, finding a hoodie for Johnny’s favourite football team. Johnny looks over and basically cheers seeing the hoodie. The gifts from the team are a journal and some stationary and a sketchbook. They’re simple gifts sure but they’re better than anything you had gotten before. They were yours.
Next couple days you spend collecting and drawing around the area. You take the journal everywhere, writing about the things you see and draw your own ideas.
During a visit to a restaurant you notice some humans and draw them as hybrids, giving them tails and wings. Any common or ugly looks from other humans go ignored as you focus on the pencils and paper before you.
Your journal gets filled with cards, photos, stickers, scribbles and a couple of miscellaneous items you find like leaves, flowers and feathers. It’s not long before items are poking out from between the pages marking your progress. You write plenty of thoughts, and even a couple stories about the items you find.
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Mordecai Heller, the funky little lad who likes tea and cleaning. Have fun with him for Christmas. Idk what to put here lmao. Hope y'all enjoy!
Merry Christmas, Tux: A Mordecai x Reader One-Shot
The sound of frying dies down as you take the pan off the stove. Carefully, you remove the last pieces of food from the pan, putting them on the nearby plate to cool. You had a few minutes, so you took the opportunity to cover the plate and move it to the dining table. You didn't know exactly how long it'd take for him to get home, so in the case Mordecai made it back while you were busy getting his present together, he wouldn't see your little suprise. Sure enough, as you grabbed his gift, there was a knock on the door.
Mordecai walked through, letting himself in. It was his home, after all. You had moved in not too long ago, if you consider over a year not long that is. There was definitely something romantic between the two of you, but it was much more of a convenience arrangement at first. You needed a place to live and Mordecai was always working so he let you move in. In return for not paying rent, you kept the place clean, watered the plants, and just made sure everything was okay. Mordecai didn't mind the food either, even if he didn't show it often.
"Y/N? Are you home?"
"I am Tux, give me one second. And don't take that makeshift cloche off!"
A couple of months ago you had officially begun to date Mordecai, with the stipulation that you kept it a secret. Mordecai Heller was a professional, and had a reputation to maintain. He even kept up his facade around you a decent amount of the time. You got cracks out of him before hand, but never anything too much until two months ago. Consequently, that's when you started calling him Tux. He never says it, but Mordecai likes it.
You made your way back to the dining room, where Mordecai sat at one of the tables, only his jacket off.
"Hello Tux, how way work?"
"It was Fine Y/N. It was just the normal routine."
"Good, good. I know you don't really take the time to celebrate Christmas or Hannukah, or really anything, but I wanted to suprise you."
"Y/N-"
"I know, I know, but just let me do this for you, okay?"
You reached into your pocket and set the wrapped box in front of him. Mordecai eyed you inquisitively for a second, before opening the box. Inside, there were a pair of silver cufflinks, inlaid with jade.
"Cufflinks?"
"Mhm. I know you don't really like big gifts, so I got you a new pair."
"Why jade, if you don't mind me asking."
"They reminded me of your eyes Tux. But, that's only the first gift."
Reaching across the table, you pulled the covered plate closer, pulling off the cover. On the plate was roughly a dozen and a half latkes, which you spent the past two days trying to perfect, and the past two weeks trying to find a base recipe for.
Mordecai's eyes lit up as he reached out to grab one. He told you about his family, about how they celebrated around Christmas time. And you specifically took note of how happy he looked when he mentioned the latkes they made every year. As you came to find out, the food aspect was one of the biggest for Mordecai growing up, even if nowadays it'd seem like the complete opposite.
Mordecai reached out and grabbed one, taking a bite out of it. The tiniest hint of a grin made its way to his face. He spoke up after finishing the first one.
"Thank you for this, dear. I...I haven't had one of these in a while. I apologize for not considering getting you a gift."
"You did get me a gift though, Tux."
"I did?"
"I got to hear you call me dear, and that's enough for me. Now, let's finish this plate because I don't want to do the dishes quite yet."
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