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Connor - Are We Out of the Woods Yet?

Summary: THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED SLEEPING BAG. You and the DEH gang get separated from the rest of your wilderness survival class and now have to survive the night in the woods on your own. Oh also Connor forgot his sleeping bag. I meant to make this all fluff but then oops angst

Hopping off the bus, you slung your pack over you and began the hike into the woods with your classmates. Everyone thought taking the Wilderness Survival class would be an easy pass, that is until your final was to survive the night in the woods. Your friends Connor and Jared were about as excited as you were, that is to say, you weren’t at all. But Evan and Alana were very enthusiastic about the trip and Zoe seemed fairly neutral. Alana kept going on about how colleges love to see diverse course selection, while Evan was like a butterfly, fluttering from tree to tree, spouting random facts relating to them.

“You guys! I think this is a ponderosa!” Evan said, running over to the tall tree. “Smell it!”

“Why the hell would we smell it?” Jared criticized.

Though a little puzzled looking, Connor followed Evan and stiffly leaned to the tree to smell it.

“It smells like vanilla.” He stated.

“Let me smell it.” Zoe said, joining the guys by the tree. Despite not being in the same grade as you and the others, the seniors and juniors were combined for this class, and thus this field trip, since they happened to take place in the same period and would save the school having to pay for a second trip.

She shrugged. “I don’t smell anything.”

Evan, now at another tree that looked the same. “Here, try this one, it’s a bit stronger.”

You went to join her in sniffing the tree. Taking this opportunity to rest your back, you took off your heavy pack and saw as some of the others did the same.

“Guys, we’re behind the rest of the group now.” Alana complained, gripping the straps of her backpack firmly. “I’m going to catch up. Don’t take too long, okay?”

“Oh sure, we’re right behind you, once Evan stops getting everyone to snort tree bark.” Jared quipped, letting his pack fall to the ground.

You laughed. “Oh come on Jared, don’t you want a whiff?”

He shook his head. “You know what they say, not even once. Can’t risk myself turning into a tree addict. Sooner or later we’re going to have to host an intervention for Evan. Not for his sake but for ours. It gets annoying fast.”

“Did you know that a single tree produces approximately 260 pounds of oxygen every year?” Evan informed Connor and Zoe.

“See that’s exactly what I’m talking about!” Jared complained.

“Well, I think Evan’s love for trees is cute.” Zoe chimed in.

Evan turned his face away from the group, clearly in an attempt to hide a blush.

As Connor went back over to his pack, he began cursing.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“I forgot my sleeping bag.”

You darted your eyes around the area. “Maybe it just fell out?” You suggested.

Connor shook his head. “No, I remember now. I left it on my bed.” He ran his hand through his hair. “Shit.”

You tried to give him a sympathetic look, but he didn’t notice with his gaze glued to the ground.

“Don’t ��spose you have a spare one do you?” Connor asked, sounding mostly sarcastic.

You thought for a moment before realizing. “Actually, mine is technically a double. I usually find the singles too tight and make me feel like I’m about to be mummified.” You chuckled.

Connor huffed out a laugh at the thought of you as a mummy.

“We could share, if you don’t mind?” You offered, though a little nervous. You’d been shoving down your crush on Connor since you met him. He was a great friend and you didn’t want to jeopardize that by making a move, so you always focused on trying to think of him as just a friend. Besides, he probably only saw you as just a friend too.

“Uhh, yeah, I mean it’s better than nothing I guess.” Connor shrugged.

You nodded in agreement, giving him a smile. Friends could totally share sleeping bags. It would be fine.

“Guys?!” You heard Zoe’s voice call. “We lost the group.”

“Wait what?” You asked, walking over to them. You hadn’t noticed but they’d actually started to continue on the hike, now returning from different directions.

“Yeah, they’re totally gone.” Jared said. “Also, I’m starving.”

“I can identify some edible plants for you.” Evan offered, approaching a fallen log with moss growing on it. “Did you know that almost every moss and lichen is safe to eat?”

“What the fuck? I’m not eating moss.” Jared retorted.

“No look! It’s totally edible, see?” Evan picked off some of the moss and put it in his mouth without hesitation.

You cringed along with the rest of the group.

Evan began to gag and quickly spat out the now slimey, green fuzz. “Eugh, um… yeah… maybe don’t eat that actually…”

“Wasn’t going to.” Jared said.

Zoe grimaced at the wet moss in the dirt. “Lucky for you guys, my dad taught me how to fish.”

“Great, so you and Connor can get us some fish and I’ll start a fire here with Y/N and Jared.” Evan planned.

“Me and Connor?” Zoe questioned, laughing a little. “Connor doesn’t know how to fish.”

“But you just said-”

“I said my dad taught me how to fish. Connor always skipped out when we’d go fishing.” Zoe explained.

“Okay new plan, Zoe and Evan go fishing, and Connor and Y/N gather firewood.” Jared announced.

“What will you be doing?” Zoe asked.

“I,” Jared sat down on a tree stump, “will be sitting here, eating the goldfish crackers I just remembered I packed.”

“Think you can save some to share with us?” You asked.

Jared shrugged. “We’ll see what’s left when you guys get back.”

“Guess it’s an all fish dinner then.” You commented, and went to go find some dry wood.

Connor followed after. It was mostly silent for the first several minutes. Twigs and pine needles underfoot being the only noise as you walked, until Connor spoke.

“Hey, so, uh, you don’t have to share your sleeping bag with me you know…”

“What?” You asked, picking up some small twigs that would make good kindling.

“I don’t need your pity for my stupid mistake of forgetting mine.” He kicked a pine cone. “It’s fine.”

You were confused where this suddenly came from. “I… what? Connor, it’s okay. I can totally share it with you.”

“I just don’t want it to be weird is all.” He said.

“Why would it be weird?” You questioned.

He paused. “I don’t know.”

“Okay, good.” You kept walking until it suddenly hit you. Did he know you liked him? “Unless…”

“Unless?”

“Unless, one of us, I don’t know, liked the other? Would that… make it…. Weird?” You mumbled more as you progressed through the sentence.

“I don’t know… would it?” He hesitated.

“You tell me?” You coaxed.

“What? Why would I tell you?” He squinted with confusion.

You rolled your eyes, exasperated that he was making you say it. “Because I’m the one that likes you!”

Shock overcame Connor as he stared wide eyed at you.

“Wait… you didn’t know?!” You hollered, angry and humiliated that you’d just confessed that.

“How could I have known?! You just told me!” He shot back.

“But, what you were saying earlier, if you weren’t talking about me…” You trailed off as you thought.

“I was talking about me!” Connor answered. “I’ve liked you basically since we first became friends.”

“You’re kidding. So have I.” You said.

A few moments passed in silence as you just kind of stared, blinking at each other in shock, both too awkward to make a move. Jared suddenly appeared out of nowhere, cutting the tension.

“Hey do you guys want some of this? I’m sick of them now.”

You jumped at his presence, unsure if he’d heard any of the conversation before. Connor tensed too, seemingly thinking the same thing.

“Uhh, maybe later.” You declined, having no appetite at the moment.

Jared glanced between the two of you. “What’s up with you guys?”

“Nothing.” Connor stated, hurrying away.

Jared’s gaze followed him until he was out of sight. “Is his weird rubbing off on you?” Jared questioned.

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes and began to walk away, gathering more sticks.

“I’m just saying, ‘cause you’re normally not this quiet.” Jared pointed out.

You bit your lip as you contemplated telling him. He’d probably make fun of you. But then again, it might help to get it out, and the tone he’d just used almost hinted at actual concern.

You sighed. “I told Connor I like him.”

Jared stared. “You what?”

You scoffed. “Do you have to act like that’s the worst thing in the world?”

He couldn’t resist laughing. “It’s just no wonder he ran off!”

You glared at him. “Gee. Thanks. But it just so happens he likes me back.”

“Wait, he does?”

“Hey don’t be so surprised.” You criticized.

“I mean I just don’t see the problem then. If you both like each other then why is it so weird? Somebody should just make a damn move.” Jared said plainly.

You stopped walking, realizing he was right. “Okay, but how?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “Anything! Make a dirty joke.”

“A dirty joke?” You questioned.

“That’s what I would do.” Jared grinned.

Sitting around the fire, everyone was quiet, the absence of Connor undeniable. The fish Zoe caught roasted on a spit, as you all stared into the flames.

“Maybe, I should go check on him.” Evan suggested, clearly anxious where he was. “What if something happened to him, what if he got lost, or- or fell in the lake, or-” Evan began to ramble.

“I’ll find him.” You volunteered, knowing it was because of you that he’d gone off anyways.

Evan gave you a thankful, though still concerned, smile.

You began to wander through the woods. It had gotten dark really quickly. Almost as soon as the fire was going. Growing increasingly nervous, you began seeing things in the shadows that weren’t really there. Why didn’t you bring your bear spray with you? Images of Evan’s fears of what could have happened to Connor began to flash through your mind. What if something did happen to him, and it was all your fault for upsetting him? Blinking, you tried to shake the image of Connor fallen in the lake floating face down, or his torn apart body mangled by a bear.

Stumbling on a tree root, you tripped forward, screaming as a hand grabbed you before you fell.

“Are you okay?” You heard Connor’s voice in the dark.

You turned to try and look at him, only able to make out the shape of his silhouette. Wrapping your arms around his torso in a hug, you felt relief sweep down your face. Relief that he was okay, and that you were no longer alone in the dark. It took a second, but he hugged you back.

“I’m sorry.” You muffled into his chest, though you weren’t really sure what for, though maybe it was just for crying on him.

“Why?” He asked, still holding you.

“I don’t know.” You admitted. “For making you run off?”

“You didn’t make me do anything.” He said.

“Then why did you go?” You pulled away a bit, trying to read his face, but it was too dark.

“I… I don’t know…” He breathed.

“Do you not like me after all?” You wondered, thinking maybe he had just said it to make you feel better.

“What? No, of course not.” Connor dismissed. “You’re... amazing.”

You bit your lip, hesitating to ask the next question. “But… you… don’t... want to be with me?”

Connor sighed, and you could feel him tensing in the hug. “I… it’s more complicated than that.”

You shook your head, trying to understand. “Tell me?” You pleaded, so quietly you almost weren’t sure he heard.

There was a long silence as he tried to compose his words.

“I don’t… want to disappoint you.” He slowly answered.

You were baffled.

“I’ve disappointed so many people. My parents, my sister, hell even Evan.”

“No,” You argued, though you kept your voice soft.

“Yes. I’m not the best friend he’d imagined me to be.” He breathed in a little shakily. “He deserved better. They… deserved better. And so do you.”

You shook your head. “I know what it’s like to think so little of yourself. I try not to everyday. But please believe me when I say that I think so highly of you.”

“What if I make you worse?”

“What if we make each other even better?” You countered. “Connor, in the time that we’ve been friends, I feel like we’ve only ever brought out the best in each other, not the worst. I don’t know why that would change...”

Connor was quiet as he took in what you said. The only sound being the rustling of the wind that fluttered the leaves of the trees around you.

“I… don’t know what to say to that.” He admitted.

Your heart pounded as you prepared yourself for what you wanted to say next, however nervous you may be. “Then don’t say anything. Kiss me.”

Connor took in a breath, as if he could inhale the confidence needed to kiss you. Despite his own nerves, he leaned in and gently pressed his lips to yours.

Your heart rushed, as it was everything you’d ever dreamed of. Moving your arms from his torso, you wrapped one around his neck, cupping his cheek with the other hand as you kissed back. Your mind reeled as you let it sink in that you were actually kissing him. For real this time. This wasn’t just an idea you lost yourself in during class, or a hot dream you’d wake up from. This was real life and he was there, kissing you back.

Tightening his arms around your waist, he held you, feeling as though he couldn’t get close enough to you and never wanting to let you go.

You breathed quickly as the adrenaline coursed through you, your lips colliding faster and rougher now. He even pulled on your lip a little with his teeth. It drove you wild.

There was an ironic contrast between the hungry way your lips rushed to each other, and the delicate moments in between when your noses would brush together in soft loving nudges as you realigned your lips. It reminded you of the accidental brushes of hands in the bag of chips, or when he’d be handing you something and you’d feel yourself start to freak out, but try your best to ignore it. You didn’t have to ignore it anymore.

When you put your hand into his hair he couldn’t contain himself, letting a moan slip from his mouth into yours. Your knees nearly buckled at the sound, never having heard something so deliciously erotic from him before. Unable to resist a giggle, you relished knowing his weakness.

“What?” He pulled away, a little worried why you’d be laughing.

“Sorry,” you giggled again. “You’re just really, really hot.”

“I- what?” Connor scoffed and rolled his eyes in disbelief, though you couldn’t see it.

You giggled again. “Mhmm.” You nodded and kissed him. “You.” Another kiss. “Connor Murphy.” Kiss. “Are hot.” Kiss. Kiss.

Trying at first to come up with a response, Connor opened his mouth a few times, searching for words. But too dumbstruck to think of a proper response, he decided to just return to kissing you.

After a few more moments you pulled away. “As much as I’d like to keep doing this all night, we should probably get back before they start looking for both of us.”

Connor agreed, walking back with your hand in his.

“Where the hell were you? We were getting worried.” Zoe said when you approached the dimming fire.

Suddenly you felt the loss of Connor’s hand. He’d brought it back to his side as soon as you’d approached the others. You hadn’t discussed when to tell your friends, if at all, but apparently it wasn’t going to happen right now.

“Sorry, it just took a while to find him.” You answered, going over to where you’d left your pack.

The boys were already in their sleeping bags, Zoe soon climbing into hers which laid next to Evan.

You unrolled your sleeping bag on the other side of the fire from them, gesturing for Connor to get in first.

Sadly, the awkwardness seemed to return once you had gotten back to the group. Laying in silence with your back to Connor, you stared at the dying fire as you wondered how to break the tension. Jared let out a loud snore, reminding you of his earlier advice, but you were unsure how to use it. As if to hand you a perfect opportunity, you began to feel something firm pressing against your thigh.

“Is that a snake in this sleeping bag or are you just happy to see me.” You joked.

Suddenly Connor rolled over in an attempt to face you. “What?”

You quickly rolled over too, facing him with confusion. You hadn’t realized that he was sleeping with his back to you too. But then… how...

Feeling the thing begin to move, you hurried out of the sleeping bag, Connor following suit though he wasn’t sure why.

Sure enough, an actual snake slithered out of the double sleeping bag.

You shrieked again as you jumped away from the snake and toward Connor, who instinctively held you protectively as he stared at the snake slithering away.

“Oh my god, was that a snake?” Evan questioned.

Ignoring him, Jared leaned on his arm to sit up a bit, grinning at you and Connor. Clearly half asleep. “Looks like you two worked it all out. Congrats to the Mr. and Mrs.” He said, then flopped back down to sleep.

“What is he talking about?” Zoe asked.

“Uhhh…” You looked from her to Connor who seemed to be silently asking your permission to speak. You nodded.

Connor turned his gaze from you to Zoe. “Yeah. We’re… like… kind of… a thing now.”

“Oh.” Zoe paused before turning to Evan. “Did you know this?”

Evan shook his head, clearly also in shock. “No, I- he didn’t say-”

“I knew.” Jared bragged, his face in his pillow.

“It like literally just happened today.” You added.

Zoe nodded slowly as she stared, before quickly shaking her head. “Sorry, just still processing.”

You laughed. “Honestly, me too.”

“Yep.” Connor added.

“Yeah, yeah it’s such a shocker, we’re all mulling over the dramatic plot twist of it all, now can we please all shut up and sleep?” Jared complained, voice still muffled by his pillow. “You don’t get this good looking staying up all night.”

“Ohh, well if it’s beauty rest you need, you might want to sleep for a few weeks.” You teased.

He threw his pillow at you but missed, hitting Connor instead.

“Hey thanks man, I forgot my pillow with my sleeping bag.” Connor said, taking the pillow and getting back in the double sleeping bag.

“What? Hey, c’mon. Connor. Give it back.” Jared whined.

“Nope. Finders keepers.” Connor said, resting his head on the pillow.

You smiled and climbed in with him.

The next morning, you made the hike back to where you knew the bus would be picking the class up from. Once again, Evan was sharing all the tree facts he knew while Zoe listened intently, Jared grumbled, and you and Connor trailed behind.

At one point, Connor pulled you aside and behind a tree, kissing you against it.

He held your face in his hands as he pressed his body against yours, pushing your back against the tree bark. You slid your hand into the back pocket of his jeans as you kissed him back with as much passion and fever as he kissed you.

“I just, I can’t believe that I can kiss you whenever I want now.” He shared, pulling away. His eyes sparkled with excitement in the morning sun.

You smiled at how adorable he was, leaning in and kissing him again.

“Ew!” Zoe shouted from the distance. “Are you guys making out behind that tree?!!!”

Connor furrowed his brows, glancing to the side. “Why aren’t YOU making out behind a tree?” He shouted back to tease her.

Jared piped up now. “Because Evan would rather make out with the tree!”

You both had to laugh at that comment.

“But really, can we hurry up? I’ve gotten a poison ivy rash in… some very uncomfortable places.” Jared added.

“He didn’t know I packed toilet paper.” Zoe explained.

“Oh shit.” You reacted.

“Yeah. That’s exactly what I used it for.” Jared said.

You held back a laugh, snickering with Connor as you took his hand and ran to catch up with your friends.

#deh #connor murphy imagine #connor murphy x reader #dear evan hansen #dear evan hansen x reader #dear evan hansen imagine #deh imagine #deh x reader #my writing

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illfoandillfie · 5 years ago

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A continuation of Canceled Vacation where they end up going on their vacation and they have soft, romantic sex on the beach-but-not-directly-because-sand

Gosh this prompt made me soft. Blease Mr Taylor, fall in love with me.

Cancelled Vacation

1000 Follower Celebration

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When Roger rebooked the trip, he borrowed your phone to check your period tracker app, just to be sure. It was the sort of sweet gesture that had made you fall for him so hard in the first place and you couldn’t help but feel a little warm and gooey when you thought about how thoughtful he was. But you were mostly just excited by the prospect of a weekend away with Roger. Your check in time wasn’t until the late afternoon so both of you took your time packing that morning and then, a little after midday, jumped in the car, ready to drive the few hours it would take to reach your destination. The drive was mostly spent singing along to the radio and playing dumb games like eye spy to keep yourselves amused, stopping a few times for a bite to eat and the chance to stretch your legs.

Once you reached the hotel Roger got you checked in but after so long in the car neither of you felt like staying cooped up in the room just yet, opting instead to take a walk along the beach. Roger’s hand almost engulfed yours in its warm security as you strolled across the sand. You’d both gone barefoot, the sun heated sand soft under your toes as you left a trail of footprints behind you. “I’m glad we did this,” Roger said, squeezing your hand.

“Me too. It’s so lovely here, could just spend all day on the beach.”

“Spose, though you better not be expecting to get in my pants down here,”

“But it’s so romantic!”

“Love, I’ve been around the block enough times to know it sounds a lot better than it actually is. You end up with sand everywhere,”

“Bu-”

“Everywhere. Finding it weeks later, everywhere. Plus then there’s the sunburn. You ever had a burnt arse? It’s not fun. Can’t imagine burnt tits would be either.”

“But under the sunset with the sound of the sea,”

“And the smell of seaweed and the sing of the jellyfish that’s washed up on shore right next to you,”

“Now you’re just talking rubbish.”

“Okay I made the jellyfish thing up but the rest is legitimate.”

You laughed, bumping his shoulder with yours as you kept walking, “fine, but this is very nice.”

Roger hummed, his gaze coming to rest on you.

“What?”

“Nothing. You look gorgeous,”

“Alright you old sap,” you teased though you couldn’t hide the smile he’d brought to your face, “let’s turn around and head back, sun’s starting to set.”

Walking along the beach was nice enough but under the bright pink and orange sky it was even better. The pier near where you’d started your walk wasn’t much more than a shadow up ahead and you wondered if that’s how you and Roger looked to people further down the beach. Not that there were many people left, only the keenest swimmers sticking around so late. It seemed as if the world was growing quieter, leaving you and Roger in your own bubble with just the sound of the rolling waves to and an occasional gull to keep you company. Neither of you spoke much, not wanting to break the serenity and content you felt with unnecessary words.

Even once you were back in your room the mood didn’t leave you. Roger suggested ordering room service for dinner as he opened the door onto the balcony and stepped outside. You agreed though you were a little distracted by the view, the last of the sun shining on the sea, creating pools of light in the growing darkness. You leaned against the balcony trying to take it all in. Roger stepped up close behind you, his hand resting lightly against your lower back.

“Thank you,” you said softly, turning your head to the side.

“What for love?”

“Bringing me here. Reorganising this trip after I ruined the first one,”

“Told you to stop saying that,”

“I know I know. But, still, can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be right now.”

He leaned in to kiss your temple though another soon followed on your cheek, and then another on your lips as you turned to face him properly. You sighed as you melted into him, his arms enveloping you. Your eyes fluttered open as he broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours so all you could see was his bright blue eyes.

“Y’know, we don’t have to be on the beach to have romantic beach sex.”

“Mmm? And what would you suggest?”

“Leave the doors open so we can still hear the waves and smell the sea but we get to stay in a comfy bed and not have to worry about sand.”

“You make some good arguments,”

“Was hoping you’d agree,” he chuckled before kissing you again, taking a step back towards the door.

You shed your clothes slowly, taking it in turns to remove items from one another between soft kisses. Roger slowly walked back towards the bed, taking your hands to pull you onto his lap once he was comfortable. His back was propped up against the bedhead, giving you plenty of space to lean into his neck as you slowly sank down on him, muffling your whine against his skin. Roger ran his hands up and down your back as you adjusted, whispering praise into your hair. Once you felt ready for more you brought your head up, finding his lips once more as you gently rocked against him. There was nothing fast or frantic about it. No bouncing on his cock, no one falling into a more dominant roll, no desperate cries of more or harder. It was just you and Roger, holding each other close as you circled your hips and let out some soft moans. His beard tickled wherever he kissed you, his arms wrapped around you, holding you tight against his soft tummy and chest. It was all you could have hoped for, intimate and tender, building you up slowly until Roger moved one hand towards you clit and you shuddered through your release, falling against Roger’s chest as he came too.

After you’d untangled yourselves and cleaned up a bit he pulled you into the bed properly, drawing you into a cuddle. You ran your fingers lightly over his, tracing the lines of his tattoo.

“What you thinking, love?” he asked quietly.

“Nothing. That was wonderful is all.”

He hummed again, shifting even closer.

“I love you,”

“I love you too.”

“Kinda wish we’d ordered dinner before though. Could be eating by now.”

Roger laughed, the loudest sound either of you had made nearly all evening, “I’ll give ‘em a call now, see if we can’t get them to be extra fast.”

#my writing #my blurbs #roger taylor x reader #smut blurb #1000 follower celebration #i know ive been slack with posting these but #1. works been crazy busy lately and its exhausting #because my coworker broke her hip last week and im doing some of her duties on top of mine #the heat absolutely does not help #it just makes me want to nap #and 2.#i started working on curtains 5 over the weekend so ive been focusing on that mostly #anyway #hopefully tomorrow will be a bit more chill #and i can actually get some stuff finished and posted lmao #right now though im gonna go sleep #Anonymous

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t-underneaththeradardancing · 5 years ago

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under my tree near my rock - everybody moon - wat exactly iz a flamingo dancer mr jones - my murders fed at least some and im scared af - bleeding $ crazee - mos maybe onna cusp of some kinda success tho 2 show upcome soon 1 of them major even if unbilled - hospital flashback like mf - started w leg cramp panik attax sun eve - teen called me og while coffee biz thang - so young i fear for them - 1 of the gigs a house party everyone underage and all that imply - no t aint gonna - not a drive by even - literaly a couple hunnerd kidz thru most strangersz who wood freek the fuck out lol - it aint no place for me - the dozen or so i interact w regular we mostly cool af - mostly musicians a couple artists a couple maybe as much awkward fucktard imma role model - my wife wonder wat tf we tawk about - mostly i dont - i play guitar almost constantly at liams - exchange greeting huglove yah w the ones i know and love - liam an exception but he a changling we talk about the moon and wat it means to b an adult instead of a fucked up manbaby - itza process yo imma try - but mostly music and biz - oh and PLEEEEEEZ can sum 1 help fix my tek - cuz - with feeling y’all

TEK HATEZ T ( i wish i new how to bold on tumblr - no pleez dont msg me and tell me - it wont help and will only prolly confuse me - the teenz know - i do not wann b shown how - i know how usually or did and then didnt use function for a while and forgot a step or - but then its 2 late - things fukked up and need a teenager - ffs 30 years ago i designed a web page from scratch using uh wats that co microsoft killed then bought out for a fortune - today - just lol and sad )

war and stevie wonder mostly see me thru the bad times - im ok but have gone off deep end 1 too many lately - ( just 1 t ? thats not -2 ba - oh that many - nevermind )

acupuncture continuing to help - everything - lol - stressed the fuck out - third eye needle specially when to remind compassion - sciatica awmost a non event w minimal med but aways treated - tendonitis - rotator cuff yah but those needles fucking hurt the whole time - i think they working on colitis copd and heart as well - usually give me extra time cuz i tolerate needles as long as it take and i took advantage of unlimited for a year when offered - i dont manage but try for daily cuz imma addict - when i get xtra time i go somewhere i never been b4 - 1st time scary cuz left my body but that artifact i dont hafta - peace not bliss and no place to stay nothing ever happens - just a minnit soul vacation

t how many x can u lissen to heaven iz 10 zillion - as many as it takes

if u open up ur heart - u can feel it - feel his (her -the - i like her ) spirit ...

its taken her so long cuz we got so far to come...

later - maybe midnight when its frog friday and i already posted one a gift of

love

missing vita in college - bizzy scholastic period so text phone email for 2 weeks now counting - soon come - im playing practice parts to recordings - some i never heard - early before we knew each other so like 8 months ago lol

that wuz sposed to b in the middle - do i hafta say it

#poetry i guess #TEK HATEZ T

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firekissedpiper · 5 years ago

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— ✗ SHOTGUN

— ✗ Time Period: EARLY FEBRUARY, 2020.

— ✗ TW: Hospital, pregnancy loss/miscarriage, depression, suicidal thoughts, armed robbery.

Honestly, Piper wasn’t sure what she was doing. The settled numbness had slowly begun to fade into limited awareness. Even that small adaptation had exposed her to the crippling melancholy. It felt like she was being buried alive. Somehow she had the weight of something crushing her body at the same time her lungs seemed to fight for air. And as much as she searched and clawed for a way out, she couldn’t find one. Despair just continued to pile on, crushing her.

She knew she was unravelling. The numbness was not about to protect her forever, she knew that. She almost didn’t want it to. The nothingness was a crutch. That empty feeling was a comfort. And she did not deserve comfort. Not after all the drugs, not after the way she had failed her family, not after the way she’d just let her mother snatch away Kaia, not after the way she’d let Ella be penalized for being a daughter of a monster before she was even old enough to know who she was. Not after she’d murdered Tomas. She had done so many horrible things. She knew this was exactly the cosmic punishment she deserved for her wickedness.

When she felt capable of walking without stumbling and having her legs give out from underneath her she checked herself out. It’d been recommended by the medical staff that she call a family member for support and assistance. She told them that the family she had was nowhere near old enough to be holding her up at this time.

She pondered calling Mateo, but she couldn’t bring herself to. He had been the only one outside of Raphael and Ashton who knew about the baby. She didn’t want to tell him that she’d lost it. She wasn’t ready yet. So she left their medical advice at the service window, taking her discharge papers, followup instructions and prescription paper with her. The brunette looked at the yellow envelope they’d handed her. She had no doubt it was thick with pamphlets of handling grief.

After a long, mechanical walk down the long hospital hallway, she pushed through the double doors and onto the main floor. She wasn’t entirely sure of her exact location. She’d been pushed there in a wheelchair when she’d been flown in on the jet. Honestly, it seemed kind of pointless, landing a plane in a nearby city only for her to be brought from one place to another in a jet. But she expected such things when she’d admitted her status as the Princess of Greece.

The brunette absently rested one hand on the wall. Her fingers brushing along the oddly pocked textured wall as she walked. The sound of her boots echoed along the hallway. Other sounds mixed in with the bittersweet symphony. The sound of a squeaky wheel on a stretcher, the buzzing of the fluorescent light bars above her, and in the very faint distance - beeping monitors.

The hallway seemed endless. She didn’t know if she was walking for minutes or hours. Not that she cared. A small, logical part of her brain told her it was only a couple of minutes. The emotion bound part of her brain had already begun to win the fight against her logic center though. Finally, there was a branch that boasted a couple of elevator doors. She headed for the first one, letting her palm hit absently against the opaque white button. A click registered in her ears, along with a dinging sound.

It was easy enough to pick up the sound of the pulley’s and thick metal cords at work in the inner structure. They were loud. If she didn’t know better - or cared - she would have thought it was time for maintenance to have a look. Another ding, and the metal doors opened. Another person stood in the space. She walked in, not bothered to look at the person. A brief look told her they were already heading to the ground floor.

The other patient didn’t bother striking up conversation, a fact for which Piper was grateful. She was scared that as soon as she was forced to speak that the crying would start again. She didn’t know if she could handle any more crying. The elevator docked after a moment or two, the doors opening once more. Piper walked out the door, paying little regard to if she’d run into the other patient.

On her way down the main hallway she spotted the garbage can and quickly tossed the yellow envelope into the bin. She didn’t want the flyers on how to deal with grief. She didn’t want the prescription for antibiotics. She just wanted to go home - well, as close to home as she could get in the estate - and find comfort in her bed. At the moment, her bed might as well have been a beach vacation.

Piper finally knew where she was in regards to the hospital building. She walked through the double doors and out into the cold wintery day. The scrub pants they’d given her in replacement of her bloodied shorts did not filter the temperature very well. She might as well have left in the shorts if it was a conversation of protection of the cold.

Wrapping her arms around herself, Piper finally looked around. It wasn’t as if she cared much for her surroundings, or sought comfort in the familiarity. She just wanted to find a way out. Whether that came in the form of a cab or perhaps a familiar walkway. What she saw instead was a man smoking a cigarette near the entrance. Definitely further away than what was recommended.

Remembering the days where the little white and yellow sticks had managed to make her feel better, she headed for him. It was easy enough to ignore the pain from the burns Tomas had once inflicted upon her when he’d discovered she hadn’t quit smoking like she once said she had. “Do you have one to spare?” She asked, tone as empty and morose as she felt.

“‘Spose I do for a pretty lady,” the man had a faint southern accent. Holding his cigarette between his teeth, he reached for the pack and withdrew another clean and unlit cancer stick. She took it from him when he’d held it out. “Need a light?” He asked her.

Piper looked down at the stick in her hand, the pain felt good. She deserved that much. She looked back at him and nodded. With one hand he guarded a flame sparked on his lighter and with the other he set the end of the cigarette alight. “Thanks,” she said blankly, bringing the cigarette to her mouth.

Pressing her lips on either side of the rounded end, she breathed in a drag. It was harsh on the lungs, given how long it had been since she’d indulged. With a satisfied little sigh, she released the smoke and started walking off to the side of the building. Of all the horrible things she’d done at least she could manage the rule of smoking away from the main entrances of the building.

Every now and then she’d take a drag, her steps taking her to the deep alleyway between the two towering buildings of the hospital. If she remembered correctly the end would lead her to a path that would lead her to the main drag of town if she walked long enough. Maybe she’d walk a little before she called a cab.

Stopping about midway down the alleyway, she turned and let her back lean against the wall. The bricks were uncomfortable through the thin material of her shirt. She didn’t care. She just kept pulling in on the cigarette. Inhaling and then exhaling until she had reached the yellow bit. Every now and then she’d stop to couch, the smoke that she took in disagreeing with her lungs.

Letting it drop to the ground, she stepped out the remainder of the cigarette with her shoe. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back against the wall that her back was supported by. Despite the cold discomfort, she was content for the moment. The strife within her mind was enough that the bitter cold and the rigidity of the brick wall didn’t bother her. Back and forth her logic center and emotional center seemed to battle, her body caught in the battle, commands of action coming from both sides.

Something caught her attention, breaking her focus from the bombardment of memories and chaotic thoughts. Footsteps. “Well hello there pretty lady,” a man’s voice chimed, the malice dipped in a sweet facade of charm and flirtation. “And what’s a girl like you doing all alone back here?” Usually such attention would have reeling. This time, for whatever reason, her feet remained glued in place as her hazel eyes took in those approaching.

“What is any person doing in a hospital?” She asked, mild sarcasm dripping from her words. Nervousness wasn’t a luxury her body could seem to afford at the moment.

“Getting there bank account reamed, especially at an upscale joint like this,” his voice chided in, some of that disguised malice showing. Piper could guess from his clothes that he was at the lower end of the scale. She’d met lots like him in Greece, especially in her partying days. She could imagine most of his income had been made by selling dime bags.

“Well, it would take a lot to dent my account, even with the cost of dying these days,” a sardonic tone dripped like venom, accompanied by a lazy smile. She wasn’t bragging, more so noting the sad state of affairs she associated with her life as a royal.

“Don’t suppose you’d be willing to share the wealth,” the guy in the back finally piped in, dull brown eyes starting to glisten. Any other version of herself would have run as soon as she’d seen the two enter the alley. But maybe she could simply manage to fight off the unwanted attention. “Maybe you want to buy a bud or two?” He offered. She had the slightest idea that maybe those words were loaded by more than an innocent purchase of marijuana.

“No thanks boys, I’ll find some whenever I get home,” she noted absently. “You two have a good day,” fake courtesies left her lips as she turned on her heel. Piper’s sense of adrenaline and panic finally seemed to be setting in. Not to it’s usual extent, but she had the evident and sinking feeling that this definitely wasn’t a great situation to find herself in.

“Not so fast,” she heard a click. It felt like someone had dropped a rock into her gut. “We were just getting to know each other.” A faint memory of Tomas played in her mind.

“Turn around, slowly. Or you won’t like what happens,” the man commented. Slowly but surely, she turned on her heel, holding her hands up. It was easy enough to see the gun in the man’s hand. It was pointed right at her forehead. Fear gripped her, adrenaline slowly working its way through her veins. Honestly it was a miracle there was any left after the constant panic that’d been taking her all week.

“What do you want?” She asked stiffly, her voice still somewhat sluggish and fatigued.

“Just real simple, your wallet and your cellphone. Hand it over and we’ll just be on our way.” It seemed simple enough. It wasn’t something that would exhaust her. It wasn’t something that would really affect her. After all she could just power down her phone remotely, cut off the source to all her cards before they could use them. But she didn’t want to. Of all that’d been taken from her she’d didn’t want to give it up. The idea of cancelling and having to have all sorts of new cards mailed to her just seemed exhausting. “If you’d just cooperate, we’ll all walk-.”

“No.”

The man who held the gun looked half shocked. “What did you just say?”

“No,” she said definitively, stubborn as ever. She should have done the smart thing and just surrendered her wallet and phone, but she didn’t want to. Everything had been taken from her and she felt if she let go of the two simplest things it would be like releasing a lifeline somehow. It was stupid, she knew that. But in the moment she didn’t care.

“I’ll give you one last chance to change your mind,” the man warned her.

“If I was you I’d listen to him,” the other one told her. Staring at that gun, it should have been an easy enough decision. She should have just relinquished her wallet and phone with ease. But with her half trauma addled brain she just couldn’t. She couldn’t take off the duffle bag and toss it to them. It was like surrendering a part of herself.

“No, you won’t shoot me. I doubt you’ve ever had to actually use that little gun of yours before. People probably just toss over their goods at you the moment you point it at them. But not me, not today, you cannot take what is mine,” she told him simply, conviction in her words.

For a minute, he looked like he was considering giving up the goose. He was distracted or shocked. Maybe both - with one causing the other. She took that moment to reach up and grab for the barrel of the gun. Everything happened so quickly. Her hands grabbed it. She felt the pull on the opposing side, and yet she still fought, trying to turn it away from her.

All of her strength went behind the back and forth. The pumping adrenaline fueling her will to keep up the fight, to hopefully win the battle for the weapon. She thought she was winning. It felt that way. Then she heard a click. A simple little click, followed by a faint popping noise. Everything seemed rather distant all of sudden. She looked up at the shock face of the man in front of her. Her own hands still rested on the gun.

A soft pain in her chest made itself known. She looked down, seeing the seeping red spreading throughout the material of her shirt. She slowly looked up once more. As she realized what happened, the pain and weakness hit her body. Her legs buckled and she went down. Her back landed harshly on the ground. Two sets of legs bustled around her. She felt a tugging on her arm, and heard the sound of a zipper. Everything was vague and echoey.

Thoughts of Ella and Kaia traipsed through her mind. She could almost see their faces as she closed her eyes. At least they were safe, tucked away with Mateo at the estate. “Let’s go!” A male’s voice whispered.

“Not yet,” another voice said. She felt something being forced into her stiff hand. “Alright, let’s get out of here.” Footsteps thumped down over the rough concrete ground. It was one of the last things she heard before things went black.

“Princess Mykonos,” the voice was whispy and soft, calling her back from a heavy darkness. A groan left her lips. She felt like she was underwater. Everything was muffled and weighted. The simplest actions took so much effort. It took a great deal of effort to even open her eyelids. After what felt like eons of trying, her eyes opened to that voice. She tried to sit up. Something held her down.

“No no no,” the voice chided her rather gently. In a film of blurriness, she could pick out a small feminine figure. Despite the size she knew it was a woman and not a child. Where was she? Her groggy brain couldn’t put it together. Every blink was a fight, trying to get her eyes to open back up after they were closed.

“Where am I?” Her tongue fumbled with the words. It felt fuzzy and thick. She couldn’t seem to get it to speak the way it was so accustomed to.

“You’re at the Montana Psychiatric Facility,” the woman’s voice was gentle and soft, as if not to startle her.

Once again, Piper tried to sit up. Slowly her vision was coming back and she saw what was keeping her from being upright. White padded restraints. Alarm was starting to take her over. “Just relax,” the woman instructed her. That was easy for her to say. “Someone found you outside the hospital, you’re okay, but you’ve been restrained for your own safety. Don’t fight too hard, you may pull your stitches.”

That didn’t explain why she was in a mental hospital. The brunette gave another effort at freeing her wrists. Indeed, she did feel a slight pull in her chest. No real pain though. “Was there not any room left in the hospital,” she managed to form the words rather vaguely. She was pretty sure it was an incoherent mumble.

A look that Piper recognized as pity washed over the face of the nurse. “You poor thing, you must not remember,” the nurse reached for one of her hands that were bound at the wrist, an action she was sure was meant to comfort her.

“Remember what?” Piper said, her voice half aggressive as she spoke. She felt a fear and confusion she had not felt in a very long time.

“You tried to kill yourself, Piper.”

#royalpainsrp #rpg #rp #solos

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heckstetter · 7 years ago

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The Bowers Gang reacts to their S/O getting their nipples pierced!

What up, I’m Alex, I’m 19, and I never fuckin’ learned how to read and this is my first set of headcanons/drabbles for the IT (2017) fandom! I haven’t written fanfic in a very,,, long time,,,, but requests are always open!

The Bowers Gang react to their S/O after they got their nipples pierced for their birthday. Boys and Reader are 18+, I don’t mention a gender for the reader anywhere but they have breasts and wear bras because I said so, nobody requested this, it’s just self-indulgent to celebrate the two years since I’ve gotten my own done anyway ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

This gets pretty NSFW in some parts, but nobody explicitly has sex.

Everything is under the cut.

Henry:

“And just where the fuck have you been all day, Y/N?”

Of course, that’s the first thing out of your boyfriend’s mouth the moment he lays eyes on you. The school cafeteria was bustling with students eating, joking around with friends, or rushing to finish homework at the last minute. You weren’t surprised at Henry’s harsh words or the way his face was flushed with anger, you had skipped your first four class periods in a city a little over an hour away without telling him beforehand.

“I was doing something for me.” You say with a shrug as you sauntered over to where he was sitting alone, his gang of friends off either torturing kids smaller than them or spending their lunch period eating. Your lackadaisical response to his anger only seemed to piss him off even more, his fists clenched tightly by his side like he was considering decking you in the face. “My older sibling is in town for my birthday and they took me to go get my present.”

“And what, that couldn’t fuckin’ wait until after school?” He hissed, grabbing your arm roughly and dragging you closer to him, “You were in such a fuckin’ hurry that you had to be a thoughtless cunt and disappear without tellin’ me?”

“Henry, stop!” You whine as he pulls you closer, his chest now touching yours. The sensitive piercings slid harshly against the fabric of your bra and you cursed, shoving Henry away from you and gently crossing your arms over your chest to prevent anymore unwanted attention to that area. “Motherfucker, ow! If you’d have been nice, I would’ve shown you just what my present was cause it was ‘sposed to be for both of us.”

Henry paused at that, seeming to calm considerably at the idea that you would do something for your birthday that would ultimately benefit him. He carefully gave you a onceover, trying to figure out what your surprise could be.

“’M not sorry for grabbing you roughly.” He said, truthfully, “You usually don’t complain when I grab you like that.”

“It wasn’t the grabbing so much as the- the uh…” You trailed off, not sure how to continue. Your unease only furthered to piss him off, you didn’t usually act like a shy, stuttering mess and when you did, it was for something you knew would upset him further.

“Spit it the fuck out already, dumbass.” Henry said, with a roll of his eyes, stepping closer to you.

“The rubbing. Your chest against mine because… becauseIjustgotmynipplespierced.” You spat out faster than any nasty joke Trashmouth Tozier could come up with.

“You— I’m… You did… I want to see!” Henry blurted out, his hands immediately flying towards them hem of your shirt to tug it up.

You slap his hands away but before he can protest the rejection, the school bell rang signaling that your lunch period had ended and that you needed to start making your way towards your next class. When you expressed that to Henry, he snorted.

“What, so now being in class is so fuckin’ important to you?” But nonetheless, he let you scurry past him down the hall and towards your next class.

You couldn’t help but feel that he only let you do so with the hopes of you being more eager to show him the surprise under your shirt. A smile creeped its way onto your face as you imagined your boyfriend spending the rest of his day agonized over actually getting to see the now-ruined surprise. Henry would bitch and moan at you until you finally showed him, but you planned to make him wait. After all, the payoff would be oh-so worth it.

Patrick:

“Come with me, please?” You asked, your eyes wide and doe-like as you tugged lightly on your boyfriend’s arm, “I wanna show you something, babe.”

“Mmhm, is that what we’re calling our little trysts in the Janitor’s closet now?” Patrick teased, his hands grabbing at anything he could reach while he let you lead him towards the closet; your hips, your ass, the hem of the shirt you were wearing. “Show n’ Tell?”

“Oh, it’s a Show n’ Tell, alright.” You said with a snicker as you ushered your freakishly tall boyfriend into the cramped space before you entered it yourself, closing and locking the door behind you.

Patrick reached around you to flick the light on, his hand brushing against your chest as he pulled it back towards him. You hissed in pain and immediately whirled around to slap at him and his creepy, wandering hands.

“No touching until I say you can!” You said with a snarl, before reeling back and realizing your mistake.

Patrick didn’t like his dominance over you being tested like that, and you knew you’d really be in for a brutal punishment if the widening of his grin and his tongue darting out to wet his lips was anything to go by.

“Wait! Before- before you punish me for… well, anything you’re about to punish me for, really, can I show you my surprise first?” You ask, looking up at him from under fluttering eyelashes, your lips in a perfect pout, and altogether a look of innocence and assured submission if he could grant you this one little request.

Patrick’s eyes roamed over your form from head to toe as he mentally weighed the pros and cons of acquiescing your request. He tilted his head to the side, his grin turning into a scowl and a deep suffering sigh fell from his lips.

“Just make it fucking quick, Y/N. You’re already pushing your luck with me today, what with not showing up for school for over four hours without telling me why. That alone has you on thin fucking ice.” He said, and while normally that dark, promising tone of voice would have you panting for a punishment and sobbing for his forgiveness (and an orgasm), today it felt like a wave of relief and a god damned miracle.

You made quick work of your t-shirt but stopped when you got to your bra. Your initial plan had been to thoroughly tease Patrick before the big reveal of what you had done to your body, but you knew his patience had already been worn thin by your absence from school earlier in the day and anymore teasing would land you get you in more trouble than you were ready for. You decided that the quicker your surprise was revealed, the better it’d be for the both of you and you hastily removed your bra.

“Ta-dah…” You say without much confidence, but are instantly reassured as soon as Patrick’s eyes are fixed on the silver barbells protruding from each nipple. He opens and closes his mouth, rendered speechless for a good few moments.

“Did… did it hurt?” He settles on, and then makes a sour face at his own question. Of course it had fucking hurt, and he could still see flakes of dried blood around your nipples.

“Yea, not a good kind of hurt either, but I couldn’t get the thought out of my head after you mentioned seeing it in a porn mag, and I wanted to do it because I think it’s pretty but also because I knew you’d like it.” You say softly, looking down at your own nipples, “They’re super sore now too, I didn’t really think about how long it’d take ‘em to heal or how long they’d be hurting but, uh… It’s gonna be a while before you can touch ‘em or play with ‘em. Sorry.”

“No!” He blurts out, somewhat uncharacteristically. In this moment, it would have been usual for Patrick to take advantage of your self-proclaimed mistake, to turn your apology into a favor you’d owe him but all he could think of was you did this with him in mind. You had paid someone to mutilate your body for him to play with, for him to tug at and suck on and every other little nasty thing he was planning in the back of his head and if that was just about the hottest god damned thing to him. His hands cupped your breasts softly, careful to avoid the fresh piercings. “Don’t be sorry, babygirl, I love them now and I’ll love on them when they’re all healed up.”

“You really like them, Patrick?” You ask, your voice shy and soft but your body language screaming otherwise. You leaned into his touch, arching your back to show off your modified chest even more and then slowly rolling your hips into his. Patrick’s evident arousal tenting in his jeans was all the proof you needed that he truly loved your little surprise but you wanted to hear him say it again, and again, and again.

“I do.” Patrick said honestly, “But you better get on your knees and take care of the problem they’re causing before I change my mind about waiting ‘til they’re healed.”

Vic:

“Okay, explain this to me again. Somehow, it’s your birthday but I’m the one who’s getting a surprise?” Your boyfriend asked, his face scrunched up adorably in his confusion as the two of you make your way up to your bedroom.

You had been absent from school for the first half of the day, but had the forethought to warn Vic that you’d be gone beforehand and to ask him if you could monopolize his time as soon as school got out. Being the ever-dutiful boyfriend that he was, Vic agreed to follow you home without hesitation, regardless of the whipping noises and other lewd jokes his friends had been making from behind him.

“It’s not just for you, Vic.” You say as you open your bedroom door, allowing him to step inside, “It’s for me too, but I probably wouldn’t have had the courage to do it had you not expressed your interest beforehand.”

“My interest in whaaaat?” Vic whined as he flopped down on your bed, toeing off his boots before you could scold him for getting your bed dirty. “Stop being so fuckin’ vague, just show me already!”

“Is that anyway to treat your S/O on their birthday?” You asked mockingly, closing the door behind you. He looked up at you with a lecherous smirk, his hand snaking down to his crotch, grabbing it roughly.

“I’ll give you a birthday treat if you ask nicely.” He said, continuing to palm himself through the front of his jeans. “Let’s skip the surprise and get straight to the birthday sex!”

You couldn’t help but giggle as you crawled onto his lap, threading one of your hands through his bleach-blonde hair to tug him forward. He let out a choked out moan as his hair was pulled, his hand stopping the rubbing movements to grip at his growing erection.

“Mmm…” You moan softly, your lips brushing against his in a chaste mockery of a kiss, “As much as I’d love to skip straight to the birthday sex, my surprise is going to lead there anyway.” You loosened your grip on his hair so he could slump back with a sigh.

Vic removed his hands from himself, placing them on your waist instead. Irritation flared in his chest; he was a teenage boy, he was horny, and he wanted you now. But ultimately, Vic loved you too much to protest your rejection and instead just gazed into your eyes lovingly. His thumbs rubbed small, soothing circles into your hips as he spoke,

“If that’s where this was gonna lead this whole time, you should’ve just said so.” He said, letting you take control of the situation in the only way a Bowers’ Boy could. “We’re alone now, what’s the surprise?”

“Good boy.” You purred at his submission, your hands moving to the hem of your shirt. You ever-so-slowly pulled it above your head, flinging it to the other side of your bedroom once it was completely off. You silently wished you could have been wearing something sexier than an old, loose-fitting sports bra but you had needed something comfortable to wear at your piercing appointment. Making quick work of the bra as well, you sat straddling your boyfriend’s lap completely topless, breasts and brand-new nipple piercings bared to the world.

Vic felt his jaw go slack at the sight of the silver barbells in each nipple, completely speechless at the sight of his lover with such a provocative body modification. He felt his erection twitch in his pants, the excitement from such a sexual surprise stirring him back to attention.

“I… You…” He tried to think of a complete sentence, but words were the absolute last thing on his mind. He ended up squeaking out, “For me?”

“Yeah, baby!” You say with a smug grin, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of rendering your boy speechless. “Do you like them?” You ask, shaking your torso slightly, letting your tits sway in his face.

“Yessssss,” He hissed out and rolled his hips desperate for some form of relief, completely transfixed on how fucking sexy you looked sitting on top of him like that, your new jewelry catching the light and a downright dirty grin on your face. “Can I touch ‘em?”

“Not yet, baby boy.” You say, somewhat mournfully, moving your hands over his to prevent him from trying to play with your new piercings. “They need some time to heal before you can touch them, otherwise they’ll get infected and I’ll have to take them out.”

Vic nodded solemnly, lacing his fingers with yours to distract him from the temptation of playing with your new toys. “Can we do… other things?” He asked, looking up in your eyes in complete awe and adoration.

“Of course, Victor.” You say with a soft smile, “Didn’t you say something about birthday sex?”

Belch:

You sat silently in the front passenger seat of your boyfriend’s Trans Am, gazing out the front window but not focused enough to actually see anything. Belch sat next to you, hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. The two of you were just sitting in the high school parking lot when you should have been in class, but neither of you particularly cared about making it to your respective classrooms at this point.

He was upset with you, a rare occasion in and of itself because you weren’t one to get yourself in trouble or start fights and even if you were that kind of person, Belch was usually right by your side. Therein lied your whole problem, though. By the time Belch rolled up to your house this morning to pick you up for school, you were long gone over an hour away with your older sibling. You hadn’t told him you were skipping most of school today, you hadn’t told him that you were going to the next town over, and you hadn’t told him why.

“I just…” He began but trailed off, unable to verbally express his feelings. Instead of words, he moved one of his hands from the steering wheel to your lap, squeezing your thigh softly and squeezing his eyes shut as he inhaled deeply before saying, “You had me worried.”

“Reggie…” You sighed his other nickname softly as you moved your own hand to cover his, lacing your fingers together. “I’m sorry. It was supposed to be a surprise for both of us, I just… I hadn’t expected it to take so long. I should’ve told you beforehand that I was gonna be absent this morning but I didn’t think about it.”

After your apology the two of you fell into another uncomfortable silence, but he continued holding your hand which you took as a good sign. After a few more moments, you shifted your whole body, leaning closer to Belch so you could rest your head on his shoulder and he let out a deep sigh and turned slightly so he could kiss the top of your head.

“I can’t say it’s okay cause it… it’s not.” He said solemnly, “But I’ll forgive you, ‘s long as you promise not t’ disappear on me again, you hear me?”

“I promise, Reggie.” You say sincerely, looking up at him teary-eyed but smiling, “Can I show you why? I promise it’s gonna be a fun surprise.”

“Sure, baby.” Belch said, smiling back at you as the mood in the car lifted to something much more playful and happy. You shifted away from him, de-tangling your hand from his so you could tug your shirt up and over your head.

“Hold up, as much as I love havin’ you naked in my car, you sure you wanna do this here?” He asked, gesturing to the other cars surrounding you in the parking lot. Everyone else was in class, but it wasn’t uncommon for students to venture out to their vehicles either to skip or to grab something they forgot.

“I’m sure.” You say, working on the clasp of your bra, “No one at this school is dumb enough to get close to your car, babe. And anyone who is, won’t dare say a damn thing lest they want to worry about havin’ you and the rest of your boys on their ass.”

Belch doesn’t respond verbally, just nodding his head at the truth of your statements. Henry and the rest of the gang would be more than happy to beat the shit out of anyone who dared to disrespect Belch’s girl, regardless of if they actually cared for her (in Vic and Belch’s case) or if they just found joy in ganging up on people (in Henry and Patrick’s case).

You finally got your bra unclasped, holding the cups in front of your breasts with your hands as you smiled mischievously at Belch.

“You ready for this, hon?” You asked, slowly letting the cups of your bra slide down the curve of your breasts enjoying the way his eyes were fixed firmly where you wanted them to be. He shifted— almost nervously— in his seat as your bra finally fell into your lap and your surprise was revealed.

Belch let out a low wolf whistle as he took in the sight of the silver barbells fastened through your brand-new nipple piercings, a surprise he certainly hadn’t expected to receive for your 18th birthday.

He faintly remembers seeing a model with the same piercings in a porn mag that Patrick had passed around a while back. He hadn’t thought anything of it since then-- beyond a night of imagining you with your nipples done like that--but that had been a night spent alone with his left-hand. Not once did he think that you had also longed to see yourself with that body modification, and he never had the guts to bring it up to you outside of his fantasies.

Seeing you now, sitting topless in the passenger seat of his beloved car looking so fucking fine with your silver jewelry glinting in the sunlight, he couldn’t help but immediately move towards you. One of his hands went to the back of your hair, tangling his fingers through your H/C locks to pull you into a rough kiss. Your teeth clacked against his slightly, but you both ignored the pain in favor of letting your tongues explore each other’s mouths hungrily. His other hand cupped one of your breasts, careful to avoid the fresh piercing but firm enough to convey his pleasure at your body modification.

You pulled back from the kiss, a shit-eating grin on your face as you grabbed the wrist of the hand that was tangled in your hair to pull it down towards your other breast so that Belch could cup them both.

“Do you like them, Reggie?” You asked, voice deep and breathy, “That girl in the porn mag looked so fucking hot with her nipples pierced, baby, I’ve been thinking about getting ‘em done every day since I saw her.”

“Baby girl, Y/N, light of my fuckin’ life, I love them.”

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A Lamb Among Wolves Ch:25

So here we are, the dramatic confrontation between Dawn and Vernon's Father. I've been trying to play catch up with my chapters, trying to get enough of a buffer going to get back to posting weekly, but with commissions and the holiday it's going to be quite a strain to do it. A may have to go so far as to taking a week away from the AskDawnAndVern page so I have a bit more flexibility, but we'll see how that goes. As for right now, please enjoy the latest chapter of the story, and keep tuned in to the blog for updates on story stuff.

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Chapter Twenty Five: The Alpha

Alcohol. That was the first thing that assailed the ewe's senses upon entering the wolf's office. The distinct smell of spirits seemed to linger faintly in the room. Dawn immediately recognized the scent of some sort of brandy, the pungent aroma of the liquor masked only slightly by a hint of fruity like sweetness, although the ewe couldn't place the brand. Brandy hadn't been her Father's drink of choice, but it was certainly prominent in his regular alcoholic rotation. The stench alone managed to dredge up flickers of those painful memories long past, and the ewe did her best to shake them off as she pushed forward into the dimly lit study.

The low and intimate lighting gave the prodigious looking study a warm and inviting atmosphere despite what Dawn would have imagined the wolf would have preferred someone like her to feel upon entering. The olive green padded oak furnishings and golden flourishes seemed to twinkle like the flickers of a candle flame, making the room appear almost as if it were something out of the old world. Every piece of furniture seemed to exude a refined and handcrafted charm that only amplified the feeling that the room was a home to a long line of Hunter history in some form or another. The book shelves lining the walls on either side of the room practically spilling over with texts and tomes, many that by the look of them told Dawn they were unlikely to be found in the Savannah Central Public Library. Most of the bindings she could make out seemed to have handwritten labels scrawled on the ends, much of which appeared far too refined to have been written by modern paws.

Easing her way into the room, the ewe followed the source of the low lighting back to the large oaken desk at the head of the room. It was emanating from a lone, jade green office lamp that was pointed toward the center of the desk, the top of which had been covered by a large, wide brimmed Sheriff's hat. Under the most intense portion of the lighting the large white wolf sat, his face obscured partially by the top portion of a large sleek black laptop. The wolf's attention was fixed on the device as he quietly typed away. In his free paw he held a large crystal glass, half full of a deep brown liquid that he idly swished in the container as his attention remained fixated on the computer screen.

"M-Mr. Hunter." Dawn squeaked weakly. Her mind immediately scolding her for already failing to follow Vanna's advice. The ewe cleared her throat before attempting to rebound in a firmer tone. "May I speak with you for a moment?"

Dawn watched as the wolf's eyes flicked her way, his ears suddenly standing sharply at attention before slipping back into a more relaxed position.

"Well..." Dorian grumbled. "This night just keeps gettin' better and better..." The wolf sighed, bringing his paw over the lid of his laptop before easing it closed. Dorian turned his attention back to the glass in his paw. Reaching across his desk, the wolf pulled a large decanter filled with the same brown liquor that had partially filled his glass. Dorian tipped the bottle into his cup, slowly bringing the level of the fluid to the brim before placing the larger bottle back into the shadow of his desk from whence he had pulled it.

The wolf let out a another sigh as he leaned back into his chair, placing his free arm on one of the chairs armrests as he took a small swig of his brandy. His eyes seemed to be studying the lamb, scanning every portion of her with keen attentiveness. It was something Dawn was certain he did when it came to casing criminals, exactly the behavior Vanna had warned her about. He was looking for a tremble, a flinch, something to grab at, and it took every bit of Dawn's willpower to keep still as she waited for the wolf to continue.

"Well, go on..." The wolf muttered, gesturing toward the ewe with his glass. Dawn blinked rapidly for a moment. The wolf had caught her off guard. She certainly hadn't expected him to be so willing to give her the first word. In that moment Dawn found herself unsure of where to begin, how to even approach saying what she felt she needed to say. The surprising turn had seemed to strike her dumb, and her mind struggled to find the starting thread.

"You wanted to talk...?" The wolf added, swishing the brandy in his glass idly. "Well, talk." The tone in Dorian's voice grew irritated, and with it Dawn felt her heart rate starting to rise. The ewe reasoned it was best to just press onward, to lead right into the focus of why she had entered into his office and hope the conversation remained on that particular topic.

"I feel as though we may have started off on the wrong hoof." Dawn said, her voice even and calm despite her elevated heart rate.

The wolf let out a weak chuckle. "That's putting it lightly." Dorian took another small swig of his brandy before returning to idly swishing it in his glass.

Dawn simply tried to ignore the wolf's snide remark, continuing to press forward with her agenda.

"I know my being here has caused a lot of stress." Dawn continued. The ewe swallowed hard, but did her best to hide the muscle movement from the wolf's watchful eyes. "And I'm not going to mince words, I know I've been the cause of quite a number of incidents."

The wolf raised the paw on his armrest, bringing it behind his head as he leaned back into his chair. The old chair let out a groan as the wolf's form dipped out of the concentrated cone of light, his head now obscured in the darkness behind the desk as he swished his drink again.

"We talkin' about all of them or the latest one?" Dorian muttered from the darkness. "The whole breakin' the house rule fiasco?"

Dawn stumbled slightly. She had been uncertain that Dorian would jump to that particular incident so soon in the conversation, but considering it had just happened perhaps she should have been expecting it.

"Y-you heard that?" Dawn stumbled, once again mentally cursing herself for showing weakness.

"Who didn't?" Dorian replied. The wolf had begun to gently rock his chair back and forth, periodically revealing his face to the ewe as it slowly slipped in and out of darkness. "I know my son's howls like the back of my paw." Dorian continued. "O'course hard fer any wolf not to recognize a matin' howl."

Dawn cleared her throat sharply, trying to regain her foothold on the conversation.

"Yes, well that was an unfortunate lapse in judgment on my part, and I can assure you it will not happen again." Dawn added, taking a moment to adjust her glasses.

Dorian leaned forward, his muzzle shifting back into the light of the desk lamp. His face had an irritated expression as he eyed the ewe suspiciously.

"Is'sat a fact?" The wolf gave out a slurred grumbled, taking another swig of his brandy. He drank deeper now, his sips graduating from small to something more average as the ewe heard him emit a hearty gulp before placing the glass on his desk. "I 'spose I should take you at yer word on that?"

Dawn gave a sharp nod. "Yes sir."

"Easy to say somthin' like that after already breakin' the rule." Dorian sneered. "But I guess you Bellwethers aren't much inclined fer followin' rules are ya?" The wolf gave another weak chuckle, but this time it was as if there was slight malice imbedded within it. "So why start now?"

"Mr. Hunter." Dawn interjected despite the sting of the wolf's words. "I'm not here to start picking at old wounds of any kind." Dawn said, clearing her throat again. It felt as though it were drying more and more as the wolf glowered at her. "I came here because I wanted to apologize."

The white wolf quirked an eyebrow, squinting slightly as he stared back at Dawn. The ewe wasn't sure if he was appraising her movements to try to tell if she was lying, or merely trying to process what she was saying.

"Apologize?" Dorian said, leaning back into his chair. The desk chair groaned as the wolf slid back into the darkness behind his desk.

"Yes." Dawn continued. "I wanted to apologize for everything I've caused over the past two days. To own up to my mistakes and try my hardest to make up for them."

Dawn watched as the wolf remained in the dark, his paw reaching out for his glass before pulling it back into the shadows. She could hear another hard gulp as the wolf presumably took another swig.

"I want to try to make a fresh start between the two of us. A do-over if you will." Dawn continued pleading her case. "If not for me, then for Pu-" Dawn stopped to correct herself as her emotions began to affect her professional tenor. "Then for Vernon's sake."

From the shadows the glass returned, now completely free of the brandy it had once been filled with. Dorian however, remained in the dark, leaving the ewe's words to hang there in the silence of the study. Dawn's uneasiness continued to rise the longer the wolf remained silent, but she did her best to keep the rising anxiety below the surface.

"A-All I'm asking for is a chance Mr. Hunter. I really care about your son and I don't want to be the cause of a rift between the two of you." Dawn continued, her voice rising as she continued her entreaty. "And I certainly don't want to be the cause of any problems between you and your wonderful family."

The wolf remained in the dark, still silent as ever, but the ewe could tell by the faint glimmer of light reflecting off his eyes that they were still fixed on her.

"I want to fix the damage I've done, to heal this family I've grown to care about so much. Please." Dawn concluded, offering a weak but hopeful smile. She had managed to remain mostly cool and collected through the most important parts of her planned speech. The ewe felt she may have thrown herself a little at the mercy of Dorian's feet toward the end of it, but she imagined even Vanna would have been impressed with her so far. The ewe waited as the wolf remained silent, seemingly still locked in his position in the darkness beyond the desk lamp. Dawn felt herself begin to wring her hooves, but quickly slapped them down as her anxiety continued to rise.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity Dorian slowly leaned back into the light of the desk. Reaching into the dark, the wolf withdrew the decanter full of brandy before bringing it down on the desk hard enough to make the ewe flinch despite herself.

"There are some types of damage that can never be undone..." Dorian muttered, lifting the bottle once more and pouring himself another glass of brandy. With that simple statement, the ewe's hopeful smile immediately fell. Dawn could feel a lump forming in her throat, but with its rise came the need to protest. Any effort the ewe could make to keep the conversation on a positive level.

"B-But Mr. Hunter, surely something can be-"

"And apologies don't carry much weight when ya'll already tore everythin' apart. Ya'll got nothin' to lose by apologizin' now, nothin' to risk. Ya'll just get to make yourself feel like a better mammal for doin' nothin' but saying a few hollow words." The wolf grunted.

"Mr. Hunter." Dawn cleared her throat. "I mean what I'm saying. I have every intention of-"

"I told ya'll not to go to the fair!" The wolf snarled, taking another gulp of liquor and wiping his maw tersely. "I told that boy exactly what it would do, but did he listen to me!?" Dorian spat. "No!" The wolf slammed his glass down as harshly as he had the bottle before, causing some of the liquid to slosh out onto the desk.

Dawn could feel the fear rising as her stomach twisted into knots. Not only was the wolf starting to raise his voice, but the scent of the alcohol coupled with the increasingly aggressive atmosphere was starting to play on the ewe's childhood trauma. It was the last thing she considered having to worry about when entering Dorian's office. Not only having to remain brave in the face of whatever Dorian could throw at her, but to keep the old wounds buried in her mind from opening back up under the strain of horrific familiarity. The yelling, the stink of alcohol, all of it was starting to call back to those terrible memories. Flickering images of a crumpled lamb crawled up her spine, balled up on the floor with her hooves out and desperately trying to hold back her Father's belt. And while her rational mine told her she was safe, and that the situation was nothing like those that had come before, the rising fear was still something extra she now had to keep in check. She needed to keep her head on straight. To keep the painful feelings from her past from mingling and blurring with the feelings Dorian was now bringing upon her.

"I didn't know until after the fair Mr. Hunter!" Dawn protested, her voice wavering slightly as she balled her fists. "Vernon didn't tell me what you had said! What Zach had said!" Dawn let out a harsh exhale. "If I had known, I would have been willing to stay home. I m-"

"I'm sure you would have." Dorian scoffed, flicking his free paw dismissively at the ewe.

"I would have!" Dawn said sharply, her muzzle tightening into a grimace as she bit back the building anxiety.

"Bullshit!" Dorian fired back. "If' that were true ya'll would have never come out here in the first place."

"I came here to meet my mates family!" Dawn protested, her voice remaining stern despite her growing unease.

"Ya'll came out here expectin' everything to go your way. You didn't think about the strain you bein' here was gonna put on this family, what it was going to do to the community we fit into. You were thinkin' about yer selfish needs! You both were!" Dorian spat back.

The wolf took another harsh swig of brandy, wincing slightly as he choked it back. It was clear in the wolf's rising belligerence some of the liquor had slid down the wrong pipe. The wolf let out a ragged cough, wiping his muzzle as he tried to compose himself.

"Vernon was always a bit naive." The wolf continued, the anger in his voice subsiding slightly, the coughing fit having seeming to have at least calmed the wolf's flared temper. "He makes a lot of choices without really thinkin' em' through. Too much thinkin' with his heart, and not with his head." The wolf tapped a claw to his brow to emphasize his point. "So bein' selfish is natural to the boy. It ain't on purpose o' course. But the boy just expects everyone to come around to his way of thinkin', and doesn't spend the time to reason out the complexities of why someone else can't."

The wolf pointed a claw toward Dawn, his eyes squinting as he sharpened his gaze.

"But you're too smart fer that." Dorian muttered. "I can't imagine ya'll didn't think of the things Vernon refused to think over, but ya still agreed to come." Dorian's tone started to rise again. "You pushed, and pushed, and spurred the boy on, and fer what? What were you thinkin' exactly?"

"I didn't push for anything!" Dawn protested. "But Vernon believed so strongly that you would accept me, so much so that I couldn't argue with him!" Dawn sighed. "He believed in me too. He believed in me from the start, despite everything I had done."

"After what you've done..." Dorian growled. The wolf took another swig of his drink, placing the glass down as he leaned back into the shadows.

"I know you have a problem with my criminal history Mr. Hunter." Dawn lowered her voice, but her emotions were beginning to slip. Her fear was quickly giving way to ire.

Being reminded of her Father, feeling like she was in that place again was causing repressed rage to boil up to the surface on top of Dorian's already unreasonable behavior. She knew she was going against Vanna's playbook by even touching on her history, but it felt like there was no other choice. "But I've done my time, and I'm trying my hardest to make up for my mistakes!" Dawn's breath grew shallow as she did her best to keep her anger from boiling over. "I didn't want to point to what happened during the 'Last Night' fiasco as if it simply cleared my guilt, but at the very least it should count as some sort of proof that I'm trying!"

Dorian fell silent, leaving the ewe to stew in her own mind as she waited for the wolf's reply. Dawn didn't like feeling angry, but in this situation it seemed the only way the ewe could remain on track. The growing ire was keeping her focused, preventing her from backing down from the belligerent wolf.

Slowly the wolf leaned forward, placing his glass on his desk before following suit with his arms. The wolf leaned his muzzle against his paws, letting out a long and tired sigh.

"Do you even think about all the damage you've done in yer life Ms. Bellwether?" Dorian mumbled. "About all the mammals you hurt when you went about drugging up predators and turnin' em loose on a city full of innocent mammals?"

Dawn froze, feeling the anger begin to drain away as the wolf's words cut deep into her. Her part in the Night Howler Scandal was something that had never left her since the moment she had been caught. The guilt and sorrow had hung over her like a dark shroud, and despite therapy and every positive and negative event that had happened in her life since the guilt had always remained, and she was certain it always would. It was something she accepted as necessary, and well deserved. It remained a constant reminder of how low she had sunk, as well as a motivation to work twice as hard to improve the world around after she had done so much to destroy it.

"E-every day." Dawn said somberly. "There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about the mammals I hurt."

Dorian gave a slight nod, his eyes remaining fixed on the ewe. "All of 'em?"

Dawn arched an eyebrow in confusion. "W-well yes, of course." Dawn replied. "I've even tried to contact the families of those who were targets, and apologized even if they didn't accept it." Dawn sighed sadly. "Only the Ottertons were willing to hear me out."

"What about the city then?" Dorian muttered, pouring more brandy into his glass. Once again it was filled to the brim, and the wolf took a small sip before placing it back down and returning to his position, his muzzle up against his paws.

"I-I've been doing all I can to help those in the city, but relations have improved quite a bit between predator and prey since we were stopped." Dawn replied, unsure of where the wolf was going with his line of questioning. "Even more so since my Father's plan was stopped. I imagine that predator and prey relations are better than they've ever-"

Dorian cut her off with a weak chuckle.

"What?" Dawn asked, placing a hoof on her hip.

"What about the world Ms. Bellwether..." Dorian grimaced.

Dawn opened her mouth, but found she couldn't form a reply. She wasn't sure exactly what Papa Hunter was getting at. Surely the wolf wasn't expecting that she knew everything about what the scandal had done to Animalia as a whole, let alone could even begin to mend something of that magnitude.

"The reason I'm askin' this is because I want to see if you've really ever thought about how what you did affected the lives of each and every mammal from here to Sibearia." Dorian gestured his paw in a sweeping motion as if to symbolize the distance. "About the long term damage you've put on their everyday livin', even if it was miniscule."

"Mr. Hunter..." Dawn paused, putting her own hooves to her muzzle as she tried to figure out how to proceed. "I-I've certainly thought about it, but you can't expect me to know how every single mammal in the world may have been affected by what I did, or be able to fix it. I-I'm just one lamb." Dawn could feel the lump in her throat starting to reform.

"I ain't askin' you to fix it." Dorian replied, taking a sip of his liquor. "As I told ya'll, some things can't be fixed. I'm just asking if you've thought about it."

Dawn nodded meekly. "Y-yes...I have." The ewe sighed.

"Zootopia is the city the entire planet looks to when it comes to the pinnacle of modern society. Outsiders see it as the place that dictates how all mammals should see each other." Dorian grumbled. "What we all want to strive to be."

"Mr. Hunter." Dawn said, wringing her hooves nervously. The anxiety was starting to creep back in despite the wolf's oddly calm demeanor. "I know I'll never be able to grasp just how much I've hurt everyone globally. As I've said, I'm just one lamb. But if-"

"Fine, Fine..." Dorian muttered. "Then let's scale it back to our own little country. Lets say, right here in the Meadowlands. Just shy of the city proper." Dorian sighed, taking another sip of his brandy. "You ever wonder about how what you did affected us out here in the Meadowlands?"

Dawn felt her stomach began to drop as it was becoming increasingly apparent as to what the wolf was drawing her toward. Somehow, some way, the Hunters had been affected by the crimes she had committed over four years prior. Whatever it turned out to be, it must have been what was fueling the wolf's mistrust and dislike of her.

"M-Mr. Hunter." Dawn stuttered slightly. "If my actions have caused any-"

The wolf held up a paw, looking away from the ewe as he silenced her.

"Can you even imagine what the 'Night Howler Scandal' did to this community? Hell even with just the tenuous relationship sheep and wolves already have? The frenzy and panic it sewed into the fabric of this community?"

Dorian's voice began to rise slightly as he wrapped his paw around his glass. "Let me paint ya'll a picture. One of a sleepy little police station whose phone lines lit up more and more with each passin' day. Neighbors turnin' on neighbors, and the increasin'ly ornery domestic disputes that came out of that." Dorian grit his teeth. "Mammals that had been friends for years stopped talking because they were afraid of 'em goin 'savage'!" The wolf took another swig. "We had preds locking themselves in their own homes, terrified they'd hurt their neighbors. Afraid of some airborne virus or mental 'tickin' time bomb' that was liable to transform 'em at the drop of a hat."

Dorian sighed as he placed his glass back down before bringing his fingers to his temples. The wolf began to massage them lightly.

"Thanks to that dumb bunny shootin' her mouth off, the predator community was petrified they were all just waitin' to go feral, like it was simply a matter o' time." Dorian groaned. "The resignations were pourin' in. So many of my officers were so wrapped up in the 'savage' frenzy they were afraid they weren't fit for duty. That they we're a danger to public safety rather than its protectors."

The wolf picked up his glass again, finishing the remainder before bringing it down. At this point Dawn had lost track of just how many full glasses the wolf had downed with the growing heat and tension of their argument keeping her attention on the wolf. But As Dorian reached for his decanter, he froze just shy or pouring it. It seemed the wolf had forgotten as well just how many drinks he had, and the look on his face told the ewe he was having an internal argument with himself as to the exact number. Dorian's eyebrows scrunched briefly before the wolf nodded to himself, mouthing what appeared to Dawn as the words 'one more' before topping off another glass. The wolf then placed the large bottle back on the edge of his desk before scooping the fresh glass into his paw.

"Y'know seventy five percent of the North Meadowlands Police Department is operated by Predators?" Dorian asked, arching an eyebrow as he evidently expected a response.

"No." Dawn said meekly. She was certain the figure was accurate. Just her recent research alone had justified why so many wolves had ended up in positions of authority and peace keeping. But it was something that was evident even back in her days working in politics. Predators seemed to congregate at the top, and prey willingly put them there regardless of how times changed and species evolved. They were seen as natural leaders, powerful and strong, and capable of protecting all those under their care. It was a self sustaining cycle that neither side seemed to be able to struggle against, the same one that would force a mammal like Vernon into police work, or Judy into farming whether they wanted to or not.

"Can you imagine what it was like to have half yer office up an leavin' over the course of a few weeks? All while the community is in the throes of eatin' itself?" Dorian grimaced sharply. "Do you think crime just stopped to adjust fer the lack of mammals on the force? Between me, Zach, and the pawful of officers I had we could barely keep this community together." The wolf huffed.

"And that ain't even countin' the demand for resignations from the Meadowfolk." Dorian growled. "On top of the limited paws available, the prey community was pushin' to clear out the remainin' preds from our ranks." The wolf took a small sip of his brandy. "Thankfully ol' Ruddy went to bat for us, or else the department would have been working at twenty five percent or less capacity." Dorian lowered his glass harshly against the table, causing the ewe to flinch again despite herself. "With the rising anti-pred demonstrations and calls fer violence we were strapped to capacity as it was. We were pullin' double and triple shifts, fueled by nothin' more than coffee and devotion to the job. Devotion to the community we grew up in! That my family has been a part of since the county line was re-drawn a century ago! And most of us were prayin' every night that somethin' would give, that somethin' would just turn the tide and end it all."

The wolf lowered his gaze, his eyes fixing on the ewe as the squeezed sharply into hateful slits. Dawn felt a shudder shoot down her spine as she stared back at him, and had to force herself to maintain eye contact despite the overwhelming desire to look anywhere else.

"Then you got caught..." Dori grumbled.

The lump in Dawn's throat gave way to bile as she swallowed hard to keep it contained. Audrey's pumpkin pie was not as pleasant coming up as it had been going down it seemed, and the ewe did her best to keep from wincing as she forced it back into her stomach. Just thinking about that day in particular had always managed to cause the ewe's stomach to turn without fail. It was not the fact that she was stopped that made her feel ill, in fact she was glad for it. But rather, it was how far she had been willing to go before being stopped. How her fear and madness had driven her to attempt to take Judy's life, to force the rabbit's own friend to maul her to death against his will. For Dawn, not a day had gone by that she hadn't been thankful that Nick and Judy had the foresight to swap her pellets with blueberries. For if things had played out the way she had intended in that moment of insanity, the ewe was certain she would never have been able to live with herself beyond it.

Dorian took another sip of his brandy. As he went to lower the glass he stopped just before touching the table. Instead he raised the glass again, pointing a finger toward the ewe.

"You know, The North Meadowlands ain't very diverse when it comes to Pred and Prey." The white wolf said, clearing his throat. "It's mostly made up of sheep and wolves, much like things are back in Schottram and Norwulff." The wolf bobbed his glass slightly from side to side. "With a smatterin' of other prey and preds here and there, but it's largely just wolves and sheep."

Dawn nodded slowly, once again unsure of where Dorian was going with the conversation.

The wolf took another sip of his brandy, letting out a satisfied sigh as he finally placed the glass down. The white wolf leaned back in his chair, allowing the dark to overtake his face again.

"Ever think about how the 'Night Howler Scandal' affected yer own folk Ms. Bellwether?" Dorian asked. "How it hurt sheep folk?"

Dawn blinked in slight surprise. She had always known that to some extent her kind had suffered for what she had done. Sheep already had quite the interesting history depending upon the mammals you had asked. Conspiracy theories about a secret order of rams pulling the strings behind everything that goes on in modern society. About caprids coming from space to enslave the rest of Animalia's mammals. She was sure those were things a mammal like Ulric knew like the back of his paw. But she knew her families legacy had certainly done its fair share to add credence to those crackpot theories. But still, when it came to the duress sheep had suffered as a direct result of her scheme, she was embarrassingly less informed on the subject than she had been with the general effects.

"Honestly..." Dawn murmured. "I really haven't thought about it as much as I probably should have."

Dawn heard a creak from the chair, but the wolf remained cloaked in shadow.

"When you got caught, I was hopin' things would improve. That everything would go back to the way it was..." Dorian sighed. "But instead, it just flipped on its head overnight."

The wolf leaned forward, placing his paws against the tip of his muzzle.

"The anti-pred groups all but disappeared, and in their place came the anti-prey groups. The anti-sheep demonstrations. Angry groups of wolves and other preds stabbing claws toward the sheep in this community and fosterin' the idea that they were at the base of all of societies ills." Dorian drew a paw through his scalp. "Our staff started to come back, but the frenzy stayed the same, even worsinin' in some ways."

Dorian picked up his glass of brandy, taking another sip before letting out an appreciative sigh.

"Crops were burned, homes were defaced, and there were a number of protests that went violent, only now instead of prey supremacy holdin' sway, native wolf ideas about prey were starting to take hold among the pred population." Dorian muttered. "It was the same shit show, with a different face. And once again we could barely keep the peace."

"Mr. Hunter." Dawn spoke. She had let the conversation drift far out of the territory that Vanna had warned her to keep it in. But after hearing the wolf's testimony, she knew just why it had been so important for him to bring to her attention. It was clear Dorian and the Meadowlands as a whole had been through a great deal at her hooves, and the wolf cared deeply about the place his family called home. Her actions had hurt the community in ways that would never be considered by most, in ways she had never been put to trial for. She had hurt wolves, sheep, the Hunters and everyone in the North Meadowlands in some way. And while she couldn't undo all the strain she had caused, she could at least make an earnest try to atone for it.

"I can't even begin to properly apologize for everything I've caused." Dawn said, her voice warbling slightly as the pang of guilt ran through her. " To you, to your family, to this community. I know that nothing I can really say will help fix anything my actions created all those years ago." Dawn sighed, looking down to her feet in shame. "All I can do is try to make up for everything to the best of my abilities. To do what I can to drive the evil sentiments I helped stoke in pred and prey alike back into the shadows where they belong." Dawn placed a hoof to her chin as she searched for the proper words to explain herself.

"I'm hoping the book I'm writing will help in some small way, even if only a few mammals ever do read it." The ewe looked back to her feet as she twiddled her hooves. "I know I don't exactly have the reach I once did to contribute anything major. But that doesn't mean I'm not trying my hardest to find ways to help fix some of the damage I've done." Dawn sighed.

"And thankfully, Pred and Prey relations have recovered significantly since my scheme, and even more so since the 'Last Night' plot. I mean things still aren't perfect, but I can at least help keep the ball rolling in the right direction." Dawn said, a twinge of hopefulness rising in her voice. "To try and help fi-"

"Some things can't be fixed." The wolf snarled gruffly as he finished of his glass of brandy. Dorian turned the glass upside-down before bringing it sharply down against his desk.

"I already told you that..." He grumbled, slurring slightly. he wolf wiped his maw aggressively. "All the tryin' to smooth things over now won't undo what you caused! What you did to my boy!"

Dawn was confused to say the least. The wolf had jumped from blaming her for the communities response to the 'Night Howler scandal' to what Dawn could only assume was blaming her for Vernon's behavior. Or perhaps he was blaming her for Vernon choosing the ewe as his mate. But it didn't seem to go with how the wolf felt about his community, and about prey in general. He cared for prey and sheep as much as his own kind, or it least it seemed that way. The only logical reason the ewe could come up with was once again, that Vernon had chosen someone with such a terrible and very visible criminal record.

"Vernon?" The ewe asked, warily cocking her head.

The wolf chuckled, his laugh ending in an almost pleasant sigh as he drifted back into the shadows. Dawn could see the gleam again, the tell tale sign that though Dorian was in darkness, his eyes remained fixed on her.

"It was just about...two days. Two days after ya'll got picked up." The wolf laughed again.

"We got a call to head down to this rally." The wolf continued, the chair creaking as he began to rock. "A bunch of uppity native types were sewin' unrest into the local wolves about their sheep neighbors. Talkin' about superiority of preds and such. Same 'ol dribble." The wolf sighed. "Only this time mammals were listenin' to 'em."

Dawn watched as the wolf placed his paws on the desk, leaning himself back into the light. The expression on his face one of somber recollection.

"And it was a public place o' course. So naturally there were caprid folk around, doin' their best to mind their business." Dorian muttered. "But the demonstrators we're gettin' too riled, and they started lookin' fer blood."

Dorian placed a paw over his head as he leaned into it. "By the time we got there, they had dragged this little ewe away from her family. She was probably only about seven 'er eight." The wolf grumbled. "The leader of them screamin' some nonsense about how 'it starts with the youngins'' or somethin' like that while his buddies were holdin' her parents back." The wolf sat back up, bringing his paw down on the table as he turned his gaze back to Dawn. "I suspected it was just another show of bravado. Those young native types are always lookin' to put the scare into prey folk, especially with the way things had been since the night howler scare. I was so used to that by then I simply wasn't movin' as fast I should have been to break up the whole thing." Dorian turned his muzzle down to his desk, his paw idly playing with the glass he had left upturned as he let out a sigh. "I was never much to concern myself with the ravings of them native types, as ornery as they got they only ever talked a big game. Words can't hurt nobody."

The wolf let out a grumble as he reached back toward the dark edge of his desk, recalling the bottle of brandy from its hiding place. Dorian flipped the glass, pouring himself another tall glass of the liquor. His paw seemed to tremble as the liquid reached the top, causing it to spill slightly before the wolf placed the bottle back on the end of his desk. Dorian took a long sip of his freshly poured brew, gulping loudly before bringing the cup back down to the desk. The wolf wiped his muzzle before turning his attention back to Dawn.

"But a pistol sure can, one that I barely caught a glimpse of as that fella pulled it out of his coat and aimed it at the kid..."

Dawn drew a gasp, placing her hooves over her muzzle as the wolf's words hit her. "Lamb sakes!" The ewe couldn't stop herself from shouting in shock. She couldn't believe any mammal would do something so horrible, and was now gripped with terror as to the fate of the little ewe. "Did he-?"

"I wasn't fast enough..." Dorian sighed. "But Zach was." Dorian shook his head dismissively. "That dumb boy...damn dumb boy." Dorian muttered, his eyes now wandering to the glass he was holding in his paw. Dawn could see the wolf seemed to be swaying slightly, the alcohol digging deeper into the wolf's system.

"Always has to show off!" Dorian grumbled. "Has to look the hero type!" Dorian spat. The wolf leaned over the table, staring Dawn directly in the eyes. The ewe did her best to keep from shrinking into her shoulders, but the glare the wolf was giving her sent chills down her spine.

"He should have just disarmed him! That dumb boy!" Dorian hissed, taking another sip of his brandy before slinking back into his chair. "But what does he do!? He jumps on the girl, uses his body as a shield!" The wolf huffed. "So instead of stoppin' the wolf from firin', he just made sure he'd get at least one shot off. One shot before I could get to him!"

Dawn's hoof remained over her muzzle as the realization hit her all at once, he eyes widening as her breathing hitched in her throat.

"N-No..." Dawn stuttered, her mind grappling to wrap around just what the wolf was telling her.

"No kevlar, o' course no kevlar." Dorian continued. "We never needed it out here before, so why would he be wearin' it!?" The wolf slurred slightly.

"M-Mr. Hunter, y-you-" Dawn stammered, her mind lost between finally understanding what the wolf was leading her towards while desperately wishing it hadn't.

"Right over his heart the doctors said." Dorian took another swig. " 'Nicked the peri-peri..." The wolf mumbled, seeming to have difficulty with the word. "That sac 'round yer heart." The wolf leaned back into the darkness behind his desk. "Caused it to fill' up with blood, stopped his heart 'fer a minute or two."

She could hear the wolf let out another tired sigh. "If we hadn't been so close to the hospital... Lupa help me. I don't even..." She could hear Dorian's breath hitch slightly, his voice wavering as he struggled to clear it.

This what Dorian had been holding against her above all else, above how her actions has affected Zootopia, the Meadowlands or even the whole world. It all came back to the fact that she had directly hurt the family without even being aware of it. That she had indirectly endangered the life of one of his sons.

"Mr. Hunter. I-" Dawn felt like she could barely breath, the weight of the renewed rush of guilt feeling as though it was crushing her lungs. "V-Vernon never-" Dawn struggled to get the words out. "He never told me. I never knew-"

"O'course he didn't tell you!" The wolf snapped as he came back into the light. "By the time we got news out to the other boys the danger was long over! It had missed his heart, it wasn't serious to 'em!" Dorian spat. "They weren't there when it happened! To see the worst o' things!"

The wolf slammed the rest of his brandy down in a single swig before bringing the glass down hard against the table, eliciting another sharp wince from Dawn.

"Even Zach had dropped yer role in it outta' his mind till I reminded him of it this mornin'! That boy, never takes a damn thing seriously!" Dorian hissed. "That's why I had to get him a partner, someone to keep him from actin' like a damn fool all the time!"

Dawn stared back in surprise as she put the pieces together.

"Y-you mean Vanna was-?"

"She's a damn fine officer!" Dorian sneered. "Calm and collected, and sharp as a tack. Someone to keep a leash on that boy of mine!" The wolf wiped his face, dragging his digits over his features slowly. " Never expectin' to get a daughter-in-law out of it, but now he's got someone to keep him in line even when he's off duty."

The wolf's gaze fell on Dawn again, freezing her in place. The look on Dorian's face was as if he had just noticed her there. It was as if this entire time the wolf had simply been rambling to himself, and was suddenly aware of his audience. The wolf's eyes squinted as his lips curled into a tight sneer. In that gaze the ewe could feel nothing but malice and contempt, the cold and unfeeling stare reaching deep into her chest and freezing the blood within her heart solid. Dawn opened her mouth to speak, but her mind had overwritten any calm, collected words she had planned to say. Dorian's hateful yet hauntingly familiar gaze had stolen her words, replacing them with memories of her Father's same hideous glare.

"And whose hooves do I lay that mess at the feet of Ms. Bellwether? Hmm?" Dorian spat. "Who do ya'll think is at fault fer nearly puttin' one of my sons in an early grave?"

Dawn blinked in shock, her mind trying to parse the wolf's words properly. The stinging memories of her Father's beatings still playing in the back of her mind as she struggled to respond to the situation at hoof. Dawn fought through the painful mess of her own thoughts, trying to get her voice to the surface in an effort to protest the wolf's accusations.

"Y-you can't possibly blame me for something like that!" The ewe managed to croak out despite herself. "I-I didn't make Zach jump! I didn't put the gun in that wolf's paw!"

Dorian snarled back at the ewe, causing her to shrink into her shoulders as her heart began thumping loudly in her chest.

"Not direct enough for ya? What about how yer Father nearly killed Vern?" The wolf spat. "That's two of my sons your family's tried to take from me!"

"W-what!?" Dawn stuttered. "That's not true either! We we're both ca-"

"If my boy hadn't gotten involved with yer mess of a life, if he hadn't been so fixated on you, he never woulda' been in that factory would he!?" The wolf growled. "Knowin' you is what put him there!"

Dawn could feel the tears starting to rise as the battle skewed against her. The wolf was on her now, his words stinging with each baseless accusation and half truth he threw her way. She could feel herself crumpling under his intimidation, her hooves starting to raise toward the wolf in defense despite the fact he hadn't left his seat.

"Let's face it Ms. Bellwether, this relationship you think you have with my boy, well..." The wolf paused, rolling his eyes lazily as he seemed to mull over his words. "Either yer foolin' yerself or your tryin' to distance yerself from all you've done."

"My boy may be foolish enough to think yer in love with him, but I can read you like a book little lamb." Dorian continued, rising from his seat only to slam his paws on the table. "This ain't nothin' more than a hollow attempt to ease yer troubles about all the things you did."

Dawn was feeling sick as the sea of terrible memories from her childhood bled into her consciousness, mixing and mingling with the rising fear being brought on from the wolf's verbal assault. Her mind was screaming at her to run, the nerve endings in her skin stinging as she recalled the feel of the leather strap as it swung down on her. They were trying to warn her, drag her mind back to that of the little ewe she once was and get her to flee.

But somewhere in that swirling sea of emotions a flame began to grow. The words that Dorian was saying were outright lies now, and part of her had heard them. The part of her that was tired of running. The part of her that knew she wasn't a little lamb anymore. The part of her that had fought to keep her alive in the hospital three months prior. It was growing angry, and slowly but surely the tainted memories of her past and the fears of her present were being pushed aside as the primal ire crawled its way to the surface.

"You want to make everyone look at you and think 'Well look at how progressive Bellwether is now! She's matin' with a wolf'!'" Dorian continued, his glare remaining leveled at the ewe. "And now yer here to worm yer way into our pack fer the same reasons! So you can tell yerself you are a good mammal." Dorian hissed. "So you can rest easy thinkin' how much of a great mammal you've become because you'd allow a wolf to-"

"I LOVE VERNON!" Dawn snapped, the ewe grit her teeth as the rage inside quickly boiled over. Dawn took a step toward the wolf, doing her best to match his glare in equal severity.

The wolf looked surprised, raising an eyebrow briefly before seeming to shrug it off. Dorian pounded his paw against the desk again as if to shake control of the conversation back from Dawn's sudden outburst.

"Bulls-!"

"I love Vernon, and frankly I don't care what you have to say about the matter Mr. Hunter!" Dawn cut the wolf off, placing a hoof on her hip as she straightened her stance. The ewe stood tall, despite her diminutive stature, her eyes remaining locked on the wolf's own. "You can refuse to believe in it all you want, but it's there! And I know it's the real thing!

The wolf simply scoffed, easing back down into his chair and crossing his arms defensively.

"And you're right! I am selfish!" Dawn spat, earning an eyebrow quirk from the slightly drunken wolf. "There is a part of me that would love nothing more than to spend the rest of my life far away from Zootopia! Some quiet, secluded little farm where Vernon and I could simply live out the rest of our days together. To not have to worry about what anyone else thought of us, or be constantly reminded of the crimes I've committed. Just to live out the rest of my quiet life with the mammal I know in my heart is my soulmate!"

Dawn placed her head in her hoof, letting out a shuddering sigh as the fire inside his continued to lap at her heart. It was pounding furiously now, turning the hateful memories of her Father's beatings into the fuel that was getting her through her confrontation with the wolf. It was as if the fight Dorian had been so dead set on having with her had become the catharsis for those long repressed offenses. The ewe now directing the energy that she had held in to one day tell off her own Father quickly turning on Dorian.

"But I know I can't..." Dawn let out a ragged sigh. " I know I owe the world to try for as long as I can to make things better! To try to make up for everything I've done wrong! And even if I can't fix everything, I'm damn well going to try!"

As Dawn took another step toward the wolf's desk, Dorian opened his muzzle to speak. But Dawn was done listening. It was Dorian's turn to listen now, and whether any of it would sink in or not the ewe had simply stopped caring.

"And I'm thankful every day that by the grace of the gods, someone up there saw fit to send me Vernon despite everything I had done!" Dawn huffed, stabbing a finger at the wolf in the chair. "A reward I didn't ask for and I know I certainly don't deserve!" Dawn snapped. "To stand with me, and to lean on while I try to heal what wounds I can."

Dawn let out a tired sigh, drawing a trembling hoof over her face as she turned away from Dorian slightly. The ewe dragged her hoof slowly down her face, tugging gently at her features as it slipped down and away.

"I only agreed to come here because Vernon wanted me to." Dawn said sadly. "He was so eager..." The ewe trailed off slightly. "So excited to introduce me to everyone." Dawn let out a weak chuckle. "I couldn't help myself, his enthusiasm was so infectious it made me actually hope that maybe, just maybe, you would prove to be as kind as he had been."

Dawn looked toward the ceiling, letting out another sigh. "That you might be willing to give me a chance to be a real part of your family." Dawn squeezed the bridge of her muzzle tightly as she turned her attention back to the seated wolf.

"Vernon was so set on making me a member of this family....and I just..." Dawn shook her head sadly. "I just wanted to make him happy. That's all I wanted. To give him back some of the happiness he was able to give me."

Dawn turned back toward the office door, holding her hooves out to her sides before allowing them drop to her sides.

"And then I come here to find so many of you willing to accept me with open paws. To embrace me as one of your own and fight for me despite everything I ended up causing." Dawn slumped slightly. "It made me start to hope that I really could find a place in this family. That I really could be a Hunter."

"You think..." Dawn turned her attention back to the wolf seated across from her. The wolf rose wobbly in his chair, planting a paw down on the desk to steady his gait. Dorian let out a wheezy chuckle. "You think I'd ever accept you as one of our own? That I'd believe any of that drivel comin' outta yer yap!?"

Dawn grimaced, the fire inside flaring back to a roar as she balled her fists.

"Vernon told me you were someone who believed that rehabilitation could change mammals!" Dawn cried in frustration. "So why can't you find it in your heart to believe me! To give me a chance to prove-"

"I don't believe anybody anymore little miss!" Dorian snarled. "I know better now." The wolf grabbed the glass empty glass from his desk, twisting it around in his paws as he eyed the ewe suspiciously. "As long as I'm head of this household, you ain't never gonna be a Hunter."

That was the last straw as the burning pit in Dawn's seemed to erupt into her bloodstream. It felt as though fire was flowing through her veins, her skin tingling with the scalding heat burning below the surface. Dawn's heart screamed over her logical mind, pouring all her fears and anguish directly into the hateful angry pit that was burning deep inside. Instinct drove the lamb forward, forcing her to the front of the wolf's desk without a second thought. Her size should have made standing so close to the desk that much more intimidating, her head the only part of her able to rise above the edge. But any fear or discomfort Dawn should have felt was buried by burning ire. The ewe grit her teeth as she stared daggers back at the still towering wolf.

"Well frankly, you don't have much of a say in that Mr. Hunter!" Dawn hissed through clenched teeth. "I'm going to be a Hunter with or without your consent, so I suggest you get used to it!"

Dorian snorted in response, evidently only slightly thrown off by the lambs sudden rush to confront him. The wolf remained silent, his hateful stare remaining fixed on the ewe.

"When Vernon and I return to Zootopia on Monday we are getting a partnership license." Dawn flashed the wolf a smug grin. "And we're planning to have a caprid wedding ceremony within the coming weeks!" Dawn crossed her hooves, a wide grin crossing her muzzle as she stared up at the increasingly appalled wolf. "I'm afraid that last name is as good as mine!"

Dorian let out a snarl, baring his teeth to the ewe as he glared down at her with wide, almost maddened eyes. It was clear he was struggling to find the words. That somewhere between the buzz of the brandy and the ewe's sudden aggressive posturing, the wolf was stumbling for a response. Failing to find his words, Dorian let out an angry roar, whipping the glass he had been holding over the ewe's head in a sudden sharp motion. Almost as soon as it had left his paw the ewe could hear the resounding crash as the crystal glass shattered against the wall somewhere distant in the room.

Dawn had somehow remained stoic in the face of the wolf's sudden violent outburst, her gaze remained fixed and unflinching as Dorian stabbed a claw directly into the ewe's face.

"Legally Vernon and Zootopia can do what they please, but without a tithin' ceremony you'll be nothin' more than some cheap lil' gimmer my son is experimentin' with!" The wolf glowered. "That name will be as empty an' hollow as yer intentions."

Dawn thought she was beyond the sting of Dorian's words by now, but that had managed to cut her deep. She could feel the fire finally starting to subside, her fuel nearly spent as the sorrow and misery began to well back up in its place. Dawn blinked sharply, doing her best to keep tears from starting to form as she turned away from the wolf's desk. She marched her way across the partially carpeted floor, not even thinking of the glass that could lay in her path as she made it back to the door.

Opening the large oaken door, the ewe turned back to look at the towering wolf one last time.

"If acting like you is what it means to be a Hunter, than I certainly want no part of it." Dawn eased herself around the edge of the door and back into the hallway. "But regardless, Vernon and I are staying together."

With that, Dawn closed the door behind her, leaving the miserable drunken wolf to himself. Not that the ewe was fairing much better. Now that she was out of the wolf's line of sight she could feel all the weight of what had happened flooding to the surface. The dam she had forged with her anger and resolve had now completely given way, and the deluge of rushing fear and sadness was hitting her like a tidal wave. Dawn tried to walk toward the kitchen, but she only made it about three steps down the hall before falling to her knees.

Dorian was never going to give her a chance, he was completely set in his ways. Regardless of what her or Vernon tried he was simply unwilling to see reason. At the very least she had a reason now, she understood why the wolf had been adverse to her presence from the moment she arrived. Had she known about Zach's injury before hoof she never would have agreed to come. Even now the fresh guilt of her connection to that event was compounding on the nausea gnashing at her stomach chambers.

But surely Audrey had known about the wolf's injury, and she had been willing to give the ewe a chance.

"Audrey..." Dawn mumbled as tears began to form behind her lenses. The she-wolf had been willing to give her a chance before, but what about now? She had let her down, tarnished her faith in her. Dawn's guilt deepened as she placed her hooves on the hardwood floor, balling them into fists.

The sudden clack of the porch door drew Dawn's attention up from the wood below to see Audrey entering the home. Behind her, Vernon was holding the picnic blanket they had left behind during their futile attempt to slink back into the house.

"I swear, yer lucky this thing didn't blow out of the county just leavin' it-" Audrey stopped as she caught Dawn trying to scramble to her feet. Dawn did her best to wipe away the swelling tears, but they just reformed with each terse pass of her hooves.

"Dawn?" Audrey murmured in concern.

Dawn sniffled sharply, trying her hardest to compose herself. but she was beyond that now. She had used all of her resolve up in Dorian's office, and now she was breaking down.

"Oh Darlin' don't cry now!" Audrey quickly kneeled to the floor, scooting toward the now trembling ewe.

"Ma! Look what you did!" Vernon cried.

"Oh hush now!" Audrey snapped back at the wolf before retuning her attention to Dawn. The ewe watched as the wolf opened her arms wide, and before she could react the she-wolf had pulled her into a tight hug. Dawn didn't want to cry, especially in front of Audrey. The mammal who had somehow seen her as being strong. But with her sudden gesture of pure, Motherly kindness the ewe had reached a breaking point. Dawn felt the heavy wave of painful anguish she had been trying so hard to keep buried rise up from deep within, and once it reached the surface there was no going back. The only thing she could do now was bury her face into the wolf's shoulder as the first of the loud sobs erupted from her muzzle. Dawn slid her glasses up into her hair as she wept into Audrey's side.

"Aw Honey..." Audrey tutted. "Shh...Shh..." The wolf cooed as Dawn sobbed heavily against the she-wolf's plaid shirt. Dawn could feel her paws gently patting her back as she gingerly consoled the ewe.

"I didn't want ya'll to take it that badly Darlin'." Audrey chuckled. "You're fine, it's fine, this ain't the end of the world."

Dawn continued to weep despite the she-wolf easing some of her guilt. She didn't know about what Dorian had said, but regardless the she-wolf's presence was something the ewe now desperately needed. Her motherly demeanor only helping to sooth the fresh wounds carved out by her husbands barbed tongue.

"I just want ya'll to excercise better restraint from now on, but that certainly doesn't mean I hate you now or nuthin'" Audrey continued.

Dawn felt a weak chuckle escape through the choking sobs as she pulled herself away from Audrey slightly. The ewe wiped her eyes, trying to regain her composure as she appraised the concerned she-wolf. Even with all the pain, Audrey's comfort was bringing Dawn joy, a ray of sunshine through the gloom of her sorrow and worries. In that moment she could see her own Mother's face reflected in the she-wolf's warm smile. Audrey reached out a paw, wiping a few stray tears from Dawn's eyes with her thumb.

"I...I'm just happy..." Dawn whimpered, wiping her muzzle as she choked back more tears. "It...It's like I'm being scolded by my own Mother..." Dawn shuddered. "I mean, not that I don't respect you rules." Dawn looked down, letting out a sob choked sigh..."It just...it makes me feel like you care. Like I-I'm one of your own."

"Aw sweetie, you are one of my own." Audrey replied without hesitation. "You're a Hunter now Darlin', regardless of what that old stubborn mutt thinks."

With those words a fresh flush of hot tears stung Dawn's eyes, and she quickly returned to her place buried in the she-wolf's shoulder. Her ragged sobs causing her to tremble with each harsh exhale. She had said the perfect thing, the most sweetest, kindest words Dawn could stand to hear at the moment. Dawn felt awash with renewed love for the family, but at the same time the hollow sting of just how contradictory Audrey's statement inadvertently was.

She couldn't know they were a direct contrast to what her husband had said moments before. That the head of the family had seen fit to forever brand her as an outcast. And as she thought of what that might do to Vernon's relationship with the older mammal, as well as his relations with the other members of his family, her sobs grew deeper and more pronounced. How could she tell them? How could she tell Audrey or Vernon what Dorian had said to her.

"Shh...easy Darlin'." Audrey cooed, patting the back of the ewe's head. "Yer gonna hyperventilate." The she-wolf's voice was laden heavily with concern. "Vernon, get me a hot washcloth."

Dawn continued to sob harshly, getting as much of her pain out as she could with each wracked gasp. She had lost track of the time, or the area around her as she let herself go into the warm motherly embrace of Mother Hunter.

It was only when the she-wolf pushed her away slightly, did Dawn regain her sense of self awareness. And as Audrey brought the warm washcloth to her face, Dawn returned to her concentrated effort to push the tears back down.

The hot towel stung slightly as Audrey gently wiped the ewe's eyes and cheeks. Holding Dawn steady as she squirmed uncomfortably away from the towel.

"Now, now, quit yer fussin'." Audrey tutted. " This'll help, just trust me Dawn."

Dawn gave a hard sniffle, doing her best to follow the she-wolf's orders like an obedient child. There was something rather comforting about being doted over so carefully that kept forcing a smile to the ewe's face despite the lingering tears.

"T-Thank you Mrs. Hunter." Dawn stuttered.

"Aw Darlin', call me Audrey."

Dawn caught a wave of fresh tears in her throat, pressing it down sharply as she resisted the urge to cry again. The fact that they were back on a first name basis was enough to push her right back into another sobbing fit.

"There, now that's better." Audrey sighed, giving the ewe another gingerly wiping with the cloth before passing it back to Vernon. "You look so much better when yer face ain't all red and puffed up Darlin'. Don't she Vern?"

Vernon nodded without a moments hesitation. "Yes Ma'am."

Dawn giggled slightly through the lingering sniffles as the she-wolf handed her thick glasses back over to her. At some point the must have fallen off the ewe's head. Dawn wiped her nose one last time before sliding her frames back on.

"Feel better now?" Audrey said, giving the ewe a playful boop on the nose.

Dawn laughed, squirming into her shoulders as she pushed free of Audrey's grip.

Dawn let out a sigh of relief. She was feeling better, at least in the moment. But still, the thoughts of Dorian's words hung heavy in her heart. And so the ewe was hesitant to reply, her words coming out shaky and awkward.

"Y-yes.." Dawn muttered, twisting a hoof awkwardly against the hardwood floor.

"Hmm..." Audrey said, rising to her feet. "I tell you what, I think it would do the both of you some good to come back to the fair tomorrow with me. Help me run the stand."

Dawn looked up at Audrey in shock, the ewe's mouth hanging agape at the she-wolf's surprising suggestion. Glancing over, Dawn could see her mate bearing an equally surprised expression.

"Ma?" Vernon asked warily. "Are you sure that's a good idea? I mean Pa said-"

"Ah to hell with what old Dori says." Audrey huffed, crossing her arms. "Until that stick finds its way out of his butt he ain't worth listenin' to."

"Mrs. Hun-" Dawn paused to correct herself. "Audrey." Dawn was certain returning to the fair would only lead to more trouble. And if things weren't already bad with Papa Hunter, returning to the fair would only make things worse. "I'm not sure-"

"I ain't takin' no fer an answer." Audrey said with a firm expression. "Besides, Malcolm is cookin' fer the barbeque back here tomorrow so I need the extra paws." Audrey flashed a wide grin. "It'll be fun, plus I can teach you all the family recipes!"

Dawn couldn't help but smile at the she-wolf's enthusiasm. Much like Dori, the ewe knew this was another argument she wasn't going to win. But at least this one, she was more than happy to lose.

"But what about-"

"Oh Dori can pitch a fit all he wants when we get back Vern, this ones on me." Audrey tutted, giving her son a pat on the shoulder.

"Audrey?" Dawn asked timidly.

"Yes Darlin'?" The wolfess replied.

"I-if it's possible....could I..." Dawn trailed off, looking down at her hooves. "Get another hug?"

"Darlin' you never have to ask." Audrey chuckled as she kneeled back down to the ewe's level, inviting Dawn back into her embrace. The ewe scurried back into her arms, hugging her as tightly as she could muster. This moment was perfect, and that's what Dawn wanted the rest of the weekend to be.

Even if Dorian never came out of his office, even if he refused to accept her, Dawn could still bask in the acceptance of the other Hunters. Dori's words, his stance on her was something the ewe was going to have to bury. To keep to herself until the weekend was over at the very least. If she told Audrey or Vernon now, it would destroy any chance at squeezing joy out of the remaining days she had left on the ranch, and she couldn't bear to do that to herself. She couldn't bear to do that to everyone. Dawn elected right then and there, to simply grin and bear it.

Letting out a soft sigh, the ewe released her grip, pulling away from the she-wolf's warm grip.

"So..." Vernon muttered, drawing Audrey's attention back to him as she rose to her feet. "Since you two made up, does that mean I still gotta do all the dishes?"

Audrey crossed her arms, arching an eyebrow at the wolf. "Of course you do! I ain't lettin' you off the hook just yet, you ain't paid yer dues like she has." Audrey gestured to Dawn.

"Aw c'mon Ma, can-"

Audrey glared the wolf, and in a flash he scurried into the kitchen. As Dawn heard the water turn on full blast, Audrey offered the ewe a sly smile.

"If yer good, I may teach you how to get a boy to heel like that tomorrow too." Dawn placed a hoof to her muzzle as she tried stifle a laugh, but Audrey's own laughter proved too infectious to resist.

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