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Palisman!AU Oneshot

    A/N: The chapter image is from @crunchy-rocc on tumblr, and is where I got the idea for the chapter.

Basically, it's the Palisman!AU. Plus, I like the idea of Hunter having big red wings like Hawks from MHA/BNHA. (did you know that dubbed Hawks and Hunter share the same voice actor?)

WARNING:
- Half-assed attempt at describing gore, blood, and ripped flesh
- Panick attacks
- Shoddy attempts at binding
- Self harm (technically)

If you really thought I'd make this easy for Hunter to go through, you're wrong.

Let's get this show on the road!

    3rd POV:

      Hunter was studying wild magic curses on the floor of his room when it happened.

A searing pain coming from underneath the bottom of his shoulder blades.

He curls into a ball, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

Painful cracking of bones and blood curdling screams filled the air as the muscles and skin tore open and reshaped around the bones emerging from his scar ridden back.

His throat burned after a few minutes of yelling, but the sound continued to emit itself from his vocal chords as tears streamed from his eyes, which were squeezed shut.

The newly grown pair of limbs quivered, as they were very tender.

Hunter's breathing became ragged.

His hands darted for his hair, grasping it like it was a lifeline.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

He slowly calmed his hyperventilating, taking a chance to look at what titan-damned thing had just happened to him.

He stared at the weirdly shaped veiny limbs, perched below where the bottom of his scapula would've been. He recognized the sound of his palisman, Flapjack, and glanced around to find him. The cardinal perched on his shoulder.

"Very good! Very good! Growing wings, strong bond! My boy, my boy! Love you!"

After quietly arguing with his palisman as to why this wasn't good, and a hard nip to the ear, Hunter stood up slowly, and staggered into the bathroom, the new appendages shaking with every movement. Once he caught sight of his new additions, he couldn't look away. They looked like a small second pair of skinny arms that formed into dull fleshy spears instead of hands, and they were decorated with reddish dots, which Hunter assumed were going to be feathers.

Realisation starts to settle in.

    Hunter POV:

      Oh no... no, no, no- this can't be happening. THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!

"Flapjack, I can't- we- I- thi-this CAN'T be happening! I'm not supposed to bond with a palisman. I-I'm already disobeying Uncle by hiding you, this just makes the situation worse, I've bonded with one," I rant, panicked.

He nudges my cheek in an attempt to cheer me up, calming me a little.

"I just- I can't let you get caught... I don't know what I'd do, or what would happen to either of us, and I'm not eager to find out," I admit.

«-»

After calming down, I examine the veiny structures on my back. I could, shakily, move each one individually. They were very sensitive to touch, and the skin covering them is very soft, yet elastic.

"Now, how to hide these..." I mumble, disappearing into the depths of my thoughts.

I absent mindedly notice Flapjack nudging my cheek, but kept thinking. Untill...

PECK!

"Ow! What?" I snap.

The cardinal simply nudges the medkit in his
bathroom. Bandages.

Is it the best idea Hunter had at that time? Yep. Is it a good idea in general? Not at all. Yet he still pulled out bandages and strapped the appendages uncomortably onto his back, wore his uniform to the best of his ability, and went about his day as if his back wasn't basically screaming out in pain from every movement he made.

«-»

    3rd POV:

      At the end of the day, Hunter survived. He was in great pain, absolutely, but he lived to see his beloved palisman again, and to be glared at and resented by at least a hundred people + Kikimora, who has been unsettingly absent with her quips and threats, probably caused by her recent demotion.