#( gif hunts )

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Mick Davies (Supernatural) - Extra 1

Taking down a nest of vamps felt like nothing more than a milk run. 

Especially with the advancement in tech. There were still times when things did not go according to plan.

Like Mick getting jumped by a vamp. Dean was clear, he was supposed to stay in the car until you all were sure that all the vamps were there. Yet, Mick had taken it upon himself to get involved and now his little gadget was on the ground, crushed. With the machete in your hand, you glared at the vamp in front of you. Mick was groaning on the floor after the hit he took.

“What you going do, cut me with that knife little girl.”

The older man taunted. He rushed at you, probably assuming you shared the same inexperience as Mick.

A bad call on his part.

With one calculated swing, his head rolled onto the floor, teeth still beared, eyes open. You whipped the blood off your blade, turning just as Sam and Dean rushed into the room with similar bloodied weapons.

“I think we got all of them.” Dean reported. When he saw Mick on the floor along with the golden circular weapon, he groaned.

“We told you to stay in the car.” Dean lectured.

“There were three more outside, I thought you could use the assistance.” Mick said, picking himself up off the ground.

“Not much help when you’re vamp meat.” You spoke harshly.

You were angry, and he could understand why.

“Next time you want to play hero, at least learn how to use a blade. Just in case you try to get yourself or one of us killed.”

Your words were laced with venom, and you walked away, not even offering him another look.

Dean dropped his arms in defeat.

In truth, things have been strained for the last month. After your little care bear incident, things went back to normal. Except you appeared to have no memory of what happened. Dean intended to tease you about it, but after they saw your irritated look from the headache the spell brought, he figured it was smart to just leave it alone.

They’d also realized that Mick had decided the same.

They assumed it would be smooth sailing, but you were a bit more prudent in your hunts and you seemed to direct strong looks and words at Mick any time he did something you didn’t like. The smallest mistakes ticked you off, but they said nothing.

Not until today.

As you all stood at the trunk of the car putting away your weapons, Sam nudged his head in Dean’s direction as he mouthed words. Dean made a face that immediately changed when you looked up. Dean gave an awkward smile that made you raise a brow.

Sam realized that he would have to intervene.

“Sooo, you’ve been a little tough on Mick, don’t you think?”

Sam words don’t earn a desirable reaction.

“I didn’t realize you both were best friends.”

You dropped your bag of weapons in the trunk of the car, and Dean exchanged a look with Sam.

“I’m not saying we’re best friends. I just think if we’re going to keep working together, we’ll need to actually work.”

“I’m working.”

Nothing else is said, because you walk around, opening the door, sliding in. The slamming of the door causes Sam to sigh.

“Told you, never get in the middle of budding romances. It’s always messy.” Dean spoke.

“Shut up Dean.” Sam retorts.

The drive back was pretty quiet. Thankfully Mick had come in a separate car. Dean wasn’t looking for any more awkwardness. The second you’re all through the door, you’re headed for your room.

“I’ll be unpacking, try not to need me until tomorrow. “

You disappear down the hall, and Dean just frowns. When both brothers turn to Mick, he’s confused.

“What?”

“Dude, just talk to her. She’s been a pain in the ass because of whatever weird thing you both have going on. Hurry up and just tell her what happened so we can all just make it through a case without a painfully quiet five hour drive.”

Mick felt like that would be a bad idea. It’s clear that the last person you wanted to talk to was him, but Dean was right. This needed to be sorted.

Mick nods, following down the hall.

“Grab the first aid kit, just in case she pops him.” Dean advises.

At this point, Sam isn’t even surprised.

Walking down the hall, Mick slows his steps when he comes to your room. Usually he’s all about manners, but you’ve been unnaturally hostile, so there’s really nothing else he could do to get you angrier. He opens the door and the second he’s there, you register it closing and you just let out a sound of annoyance.

“Dean, I said I would be unavailable until tomorrow.”

“Sorry to burst your bubble, love.”

The accent just added to your agitation.

“I thought you Brits were all about being gentlemen.”

“When the occasion calls for it, we are.”

You snort, unzipping your bag as you stay on task.

“I’m not usually one to read into these types of matters, but you’ve been quite withdrawn as of late and even more curt with me. Have I done something?”

“It’s nothing, you’re overthinking.”

“I don’t think I am.”

His line of questions was worsening your mood.

He would have let it go, but there was more to it.

He could tell.

You refused to look at him, still unpacking your bag that was on your bed.

For some reason you seemed extra harsh with him. Your words were a little tighter and your interactions felt strained. At the start he didn’t think much of it. After all, the both of you hadn’t exactly been best lads. Yet, as his mind trailed back to the start of that behavior it became clear.

This was more than just impatience for his bad hunting.

It must have been…

“You remember everything, don’t you?”

You froze in place, hands gripping the bag.

His little confrontation here in your room was like a reminder of that evening, and when you turned, recognition sparked in his eyes. He could see it.

He was right.

“Why did you lie?”

It didn’t make sense.

Though now your attitude is starting to add up.

“Because it’s wrong!!”

Your yell wasn’t what he expected, and you were wearing that look again.

Not anger specifically, but fear.

“I-I can’t have feelings for you because if I do and you…you betray us then I..”

You were close to tears, and suddenly it made sense. You’d been fighting these feelings for who knows how long, just to protect yourself. You’re scared. You’ve voiced on many occasions how much you love the boys, Cas, Mary. How you would risk everything to keep them safe. So of course a potential threat to them would terrify you.

Mick takes a step forward.

“I would sooner take my life.”

His statement was sobering, and when he looked at you, moving closer, you could see the sincerity in his eyes.

He is standing right in front of you, pleading for you to have faith, believe in him.

“I may not have come into this partnership with the same views as you and the Winchesters, but I understand now what’s important. Trust, your trust means everything to me. I would never betray that.”

You released a breath, hands a bit shaky. It had taken everything in you to stay strong, to pretend that those feelings didn’t exist, but it was hard. Looking at him everyday, and acting like you didn’t want to be closer. Reaching out, you cup his cheeks, and his eyes soften. Swallowing, you move closer, and his breath staggers with each inch that disappears.

The second your lips touch, it feels like no time has passed. Like that day in the bedroom had just happened. Your arms wrap around his body and he holds you close, a soft appreciative hum echoing in the space. Your hands tug at his hair, lips joining and parting with a sense of urgency. Before you know what’s happening, you’re pushing your bag off the bed, and he’s guiding you down against the mattress, climbing on top.

After an array of hurried kisses, he finally pulls away, breathless. You lick your lips, legs tightening around his hips.

“I take it, you know what third base is now love?”

His cheeky comment makes your cheeks flush and you can only offer a half hearted glare.

“S-Shut up.”

You grumble.

He just smiles, leaning back in to capture your lips. 

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[mist-the-wannabe-linguist]

Hot take

Night furies are actually perfectly evolved for hunting and killing other dragons and the only reason they aren't a dragon-hunting species like the death song or deathgrippers are is because DreamWorks couldn't have their adorable main character dragon be a "cannibal"

(below I'm gonna try to summarize what we've figured out in a convo with friends on discord)

(also tw animal death via predator)

First of all yes I'm aware that pretty much every decision made about their design was with consideration of the effect it would make on human audiences but hear me out

Night furies are most iconically known as dive-bombers. They are built for speed, high maneuverability, night-time camouflage and for striking targets from above. If we remove human settlements out of the equation (which would not have existed long enough to actually influence night fury evolution, come on), what does that leave us with?

They aren't built for catching fish for sure, they aren't very hydrodynamic and their head is round, wide, and their teeth are dull. Honestly, the monstrous nightmare is much better suited for catching fish, with its long neck, almost pelican-like jaw and rhamphorhynchus teeth

Compare to

Yeah the jaws look kinda like a porpoise of some sort but for that the whole body would have to be a lot more aquatic imo. The light fury looks a lot closer to an aquatic diver, it has a sleeker body, rounded fins instead of spikes, and a long neck.

I don't really see them hunting land animals either, they just don't look like they're adapted for that minus the resemblance with large felines and even then, they're too large to effectively hunt in forests.

The one thing I can kinda imagine them hunting is large mainland megafauna, but we're working with a setting that takes place pretty much exclusively on islands. And overall, dragons are the only abundant species there with the exception of fish and human-bred sheep and chickens.

In general, night furies have duller teeth, smaller claws and are smaller than most dragons. Disregarding the movies making Toothless weirdly OP, a night fury would be disadvantaged against most dragons in a 1v1 fight and besides, it has four huge weak spots that would highly discourage it from a direct physical fight - the primary and secondary tail fins. One unlucky rip in the membrane and the night fury is fucked.

The night fury however noticeably resembles falcons, given their dive-bombing ability and high maneuverability.

Falcons too have smaller beaks and weaker claws compared to most birds of prey, and for that they compensate by simply picking up speed, balling up their talons and Punching. Really. Hard.

And they use that ability to kill other birds, even much larger ones, by knocking them right from the sky.

Here, the night fury's plasma blast works the same way as a falcon's punch. Dragons are fire-resistant, so what the plasma blast does is really just a densely packed bolt of energy that has the effect of either stunning or outright killing prey by damaging its spine. And what the plasma bolt doesn't do, rapid contact with the ground would finish. And if even that doesn't do it, the night fury's wide jaws and dull teeth are just fine for simply clamping around the unlucky dragon's neck and strangling it, like a lion or a pitbull.

The night-time camouflage allows the night fury to soar for extended periods of time perfectly unnoticed in the night sky, and by the time it strikes, the dragon wouldn't even know what's coming.

Unless

Say the hunting night fury is aware of other dragons sleeping under the trees, as most dragons probably would at night (village raids aside, most dragons seem to be diurnal), so how does the night fury get them in position where it can use its signature attack? Well, there's That Iconic Screech Of Death. Since in the movies it tends to appear not just during dive-bombings but also when charging up a blast, I imagine it's something the night fury is able to control to some degree. So by simply fake-diving in close proximity to sleeping dragons, it can effectively terrify them into leaving their hideout and fly out into the open where it can easily take them out.

I dunno, the possibility of night furies as predators to other dragons just makes so much sense to me, I really don't know what other reasons there would be for them to evolve these particular adaptations.

And one more little headcanon to add to this whole rant - since night furies are significantly smaller and less equipped for dragon vs dragon fights and are primarily speed-based predators, I imagine there is this very likely scenario:

There is one dragon who resembles a hyena, a lil bit

Ok, rant over

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