#Cosma the cougar hunter

[sergeantnarwhalwrites]

Hunter (Space Dont Dictate Fate AU)

So very simply this is not gonna be a serious thing this is just shits and giggles. Yes this is what I decided to waste my time on but it's been hell of a week and I needed a breather.

Brief synopsis: Cosma is friends with Tharion and Arc and encounters an older woman named Greeter that she begins to fall for and obsess over.

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Cosma sat off to the side, sitting on a rug Tharion forced her to get weeks ago. She’d irritatedly admitted to him that she was actually using it, though she threatened to hit him with it in the store. The thing a little cushioning from the hardwood floors she resisted stretching out across. She couldn’t remember how she convinced them to suffer in her studio apartment with her. But she accepted the company from them since she should probably welcome the general camaraderie of her friends. 

“Alright, tell us about your infatuation,” Tharion said guiding Arc to the couch part of her loft bed with a singular finger. 

Cosma’s space felt a bit cramped with just her in it. She couldn’t help but feel a little restricted as her friends moved around her. Thankful that she at least had high ceilings so she wouldn’t bash her head into the ceiling from her elevated mattress. A couple glow in the dark stars threatening to peel off the ceiling and crash pathetically to the floor. She had one fall in her open tumbler of coffee just this morning. Drinking it regardless in front of the faded print plastered to the wall behind her. And a shitty little projector she used to watch movies. Crammed into the space with them and the loft.

She stretched her arms high above her head and bit her bottom lip in attempts to hold back a smile. 

“Describe them? A butch cougar with sunburnt skin and eyes that say ‘You would pay me to spit on you.’ Cosma said with ease, picking at her own sunburn, “And I would. She’s right.”

Tharion stared at the woman in silence. He’d need a couple of minutes to even think over what this woman just said. 

“Cougar? Not a milf?” Arc asked. 

“They might be too old to be a milf,” Tharion said picking at his nail polish, unbothered by Arc sucking their teeth or Cosma’s unamused huff.

“I can’t imagine them having kids. I don’t think I’d even really trust them with kids.” Cosma admitted scratching at the shaved sides of her scalp, careful not to disturb the mohawk. 

Both Tharion and Arc stared straight at her now. Waiting for her to elaborate. Arc a little more impatient as he made a hurry up motion with his hand. 

“She’d definitely beat the snot out of a kid. You can see it in their face. The only thing she’d get close to mothering is me.”

“Cosma sweetie. How is that better?” Tharion questioned mildly amused, throwing his head back over the back of the couch. 

“I mean I’d punch a kid too.” 

Arc groaned into their hands muttering something unintelligible. Tharion let Arc brew in their thoughts on the matter. Knowing they were never really one for romance or Cosma’s thought process. Cosma’s thoughts were pretending to be straightforward but far too easy to overcomplicate when it came to things like this. So this combination was a force for sure. Tharion wasn't sure how to feel about her aggressive streak. But wasn’t surprised that it followed her through all facets of her life. Hell, he thought it was just as impressive as it was funny. 

Arc briefly broke from their stupor speaking up so they could be heard over their hands, “Also cougar? So she’s preying on you?” 

“Not really preying if I like the chase,” Cosma let the grin slip that time, flashing some teeth, “I’ve already got her attention all I need to do is keep it.”

“You’re gonna bait and chase the cougar? I think I should feel bad for you— but it feels like calling the cops would save her from you.” Tharion’s lip curled in disgust as he spoke. 

The judgment in his tone washed over her in torrents. She let it wash over her with ease though. She had gotten way too used to it by now. 

“I think… I think I’m still stuck on your description,” Arc chimed in, absentmindedly chewing on his shirt collar. 

“Why?” Cosma asked, voice pitching higher in mild confusion. 

“I don’t think half of the shit you said was normal. Or like nice?” More of Arc’s shirt was being pulled into his mouth as he talked, shirt collar crumpled and soaked— a bad habit Cosma was good at triggering it seemed. 

Tharion flicked Arc’s forehead. Lifting his head then to stare at Cosma. Arc grumbled and chewed on their thumbnail instead, the bitter taste of the nail polish not enough to fend them off.

“You know Arc’s right.” 

“Thank you fellow sane person. Because what does her looking like she’d spit on you even look like?”

Cosma’s face scrunched at the interrogation but she did think on it. Flushing a little at the memory of the older woman locking eyes with her in the middle of yard work and the proud grin stretching across her face. The cougar’s shoulder’s plenty broad to hold Cosma’s large frame. She was almost sure the silver haired woman would happily welcome the challenge.

“Intense,” Cosma answered simply.

“So you’re manifesting and projecting,” Tharion stated. 

Cosma growled at him, ready to go on the defensive. Quickly deciding it wasn’t worth it. 

She rolled her eyes a bit, “I guess manifesting.” 

“They might be the same in this situation.” Tharion teased, ripping a chuckle from Arc. 

“You’re fucking terrifying Cosma,” Arc stated, resting their hand in their palm. 

“That poor person has to be terrifying too if they want Cosma like she’s claiming.”

Cosma rolled her eyes again, mostly at Tharion, “I’ve always liked my partners devoted,” She hummed a little, “She’s pretty passionate too.” 

“Partner? You wanna date the scary butch?!” Arc looked to Cosma in horror now. 

Arc wasn’t sure they could handle two aggressive weirdos. Cosma was already taxing on a good day. 

Cosma grinned, all teeth. It felt more like she was baring all her teeth. Taunting them. The older woman did the same after a few minutes of conversation, right after turning her head to spit onto the sidewalk. Their teeth as bright as their eyes. Cosma could tell even with the sweat running into her eyes. Allowing strong hands to curiously trace over the Cosma’s tattoos they had been praising. 

“Her name’s Greeter. And she’s going to be mine.” 

“What can we do to convince you this is stupid?” Arc asked, tilting his head. 

“You won’t. Either I get her or she gets me.” 

Tharion laid his head back over the couch. He laughed a little knowing she wasn’t wrong. He couldn’t help but think about the two idiots going after each other like a competition. Then again understanding Cosma was a sport he wasn’t fully trained in. Only watching from the seats that get the sweat and blood flung on them. But hey it was more fun that way.

“Good luck, hunter.” Tharion said grinning at Cosma’s excited chuckle.