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legoshi-plz · 4 years ago

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Pretenses Part Five (Louis x Reader)

Summary: Louis is a spoiled prince and you are a clumsy maid. Prince! Louis x Canine!Dog! Reader.

Warning: NSFW (+18)

Despite Louis’ outwardly composed nature, inside he was in full blown panic mode.

He had just finished up yet another uneventful dinner with his father and his future bride; now it was time to return to his chambers. His chambers he hadn’t been in since this morning. His chambers where he was currently holding you hostage.

Louis stood in front of his door for who knows how long before finally opening it with great hesitation, preparing himself for your angry, perhaps even violent response. Instead he was greeted with.... silence. You were on the bed where he’d left you, sound asleep.

Louis couldn’t help the relieved flutter of his tail at the sight of your sleeping form.

You had curled under the covers, probably to keep warm in the cold air of his chambers, your form rising and falling peacefully as you snoozed. Louis approached you slowly, checking to make sure you were actually asleep before his hands flew to throw off his royal regalia.

Once free from the confines of his complex uniform, he was under the covers immediately. Bringing your snoozing figure into his arms. You didn’t move a muscle; it was evident you were a heavy sleeper. Louis already knew this from his time watching you as you took your midday naps in his chambers but he didn’t know it was to such a great extent. He shifted so that he could lay his head on your chest, arms encircling your waist. He listened to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat, his breathing slowing down to match your own.

He was asleep in minutes.

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You awoke to a weight on your chest and the smell of Louis’ cologne surrounding you. When you opened your eyes, the brightness assaulted your vision, making you attempt to turn away but that attempt was futile.

The Prince, who definitely wasn’t there when you fell asleep yesterday, was laying directly on top of you with his head on your chest, arms in a deadlock around your waist. You were caged beneath him, his weight pinning you down. You contemplated screaming bloody murder, hoping you could shock him into letting you go and make a run for it but decided against it. You doubted he’d remember to lock the door behind him, that could possibly be an opportunity for you to escape. You slowly began trying to pull his long arms from you when you felt his grip tighten.

“Don’t even think about it,” Louis mumbled, nuzzling further into your neck.

“My liege, please stop this indecency. As rightful heir to the thrown, a lowly maid such as myself would only sully-

“How long did you practice that one? Is that what you were doing yesterday while I was gone? Rehearsing pleas so I’d let you go?” Louis chuckled, finally opening his eyes. Sleepy amber orbs met your own irises and you couldn’t help but notice how beautiful his brown eyes looked in the morning sun. They didn’t reflect the light but instead nearly consumed it, a complete contrast to the brown of his fur.

“You must be hungry? You haven’t eaten anything since yesterday, if that. I’ll call the kitchen and have them bring us something up. Breakfast in bed doesn’t sound too bad,” Louis bit his lip as his eyes drank in your form beneath him. He definitely looked hungry, yet for something other than food; his eyes were burning with barely contained lust.

“I-I have to go, my Prince. I have to perform my duties in the kitch-AH,” you were cut off when Louis sat up and brought you with him as he pulled you onto his lap to straddle him. You felt your fur prickle with embarrassment as you realized not only was he shirtless, but he also seemed to be only in his underwear, the dark blue embroided material providing a very thin barrier to the Prince’s most precious asset.

“What about your duties to me?” Louis hummed, rubbing his hands up and down the fur of your outter thighs. The top of your uniform was still very much ripped open, so you brought your arms up to cover yourself, the blankets you’d been curled under no longer providing you coverage.

“Ah ah ah, you should know better than to hide yourself from me,” Louis hummed, prying your arms from your chest. He leaned forward, his mouth capturing once of your hardened nipples. The feeling of his hot tongue on your sensitive peak sent a jolt of electricity through you.

“Pr-pr-princeee, pleaaaase,” you moaned lightly, your voice nothing more than a breathy whisper.

Louis ignored you, instead moving to the other peak while his hands found themselves back at your plush hips. He rocked upwards into you, his hard member making its presence know.

“Take these off,” Louis mumbled against your areola, tugging at your panties. When you hesitated, he simply sighed before ripping them off himself.

“My Pri-

“Shut up,” Louis groaned against your chest, the vibrations further stimulating your raised peak. Louis plunged his fingers into your arching cavern just as he had the day before. You felt your head swirl in embarrassment and arousal, the two emotions battling for dominance.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you? How long I’ve desired you?” Louis asked, his free hand coming up to cup your jaw. His eyes burned with such passion for you, it was hard to not look away.

“That’s it, ride my hand. Just like that,” Louis grunted and you hadn’t even noticed your pelvis had begun grinding into his hand to meet the thrusts of his fingers. Your body was moving completely on its own, anything to help relieve the pressure growing in your lower belly.

Suddenly, Louis ceased his movements, lifting you up slightly with one hand while he pulled his underwear down with the other. His member sprang to life, resting against his abdomen as it stood glistening with precum. Being a stag and royalty, it was natural to assume he’d be well-endowed but nothing could have prepared you for the vision that was his impressive length.

He took your hands in his own larger ones and wrapped them around his weeping shaft. He let out a soft “fuck...” as he guided your hands up and down. He let go once you found your own rhythm, no longer needing his assistance for such a simple act.

“You’re so good at this- too good, actually. Did you touch Azuki’s mutt like this? Huh?” Louis asked breathlessly, his death grip returning to your thighs.

“I already told you yesterday, we aren’t like... that...” you grumbled, swiping your fingers over his sensitive cockhead, causing a needy groan to tear from his throat.

“Then what were you two like? You were already letting that filthy mongrel close enough to scent you, it’d be nothing for you to get on your knees for him.” Louis said angrily and you suddenly remembered exactly where you were and, more importantly, who you were with.

No amount of pretty words and declarations of desire were going to keep Louis’ true nature at bay for long. He was vile and malicious at heart. You knew this. He’d proven it to you time and time again. So when was it finally going to register in your dumb little brain?

You released his cock immediately, and climbed off his lap and out of his bed. You headed straight for the door but Louis was faster, grabbing and pinning you against the very door you’d been trying to exit from.

“Why do you keep running away from me? Can’t you see what I’m trying to do here?” Louis groaned into the nape of your neck. It sent shivers down your spine and you resisted the urge to arch into him.

“You’re trying to control me, to manipulate me”

“I’m trying to love you.” Louis craned his head back to look into your eyes. He saw no warmth in them.

“You have a peculiar way of expressing your ‘love’, my lord,” you said through gritted teeth.

“Annnnd we’re back to the incorrect formalities. Every time I feel we’ve taken one step forward, you move three spaces back. Why do you insist on fighting me so? I know you feel it, I can’t be imagining this attraction between us,” Louis finished, the grip on you wrists that previously had you pinned against the door now residing so that he could caress your forearms with the pads of his thumbs.

“I fight it because I know my place. I’m a dog, your highness. Lower than any other Herbivore commoner, and amongst the unfavorable even within Carnivore spaces. Most of the animals around here think I should be banished for even working within the castle during the day, let alone catering to you.”

“Their opinions don’t matter, they have no authority here-”

“It does matter, your highness. Because once your infatuation with me ceases, which is inevitable, you will return to your fiancé, marry her, be crowned King, and produce heirs. And all I’ll have is my life as a lowly commoner. That’s the natural order of things.” You lamented, your voice feeling thick with emotion.

“So what, you believe your future is with Azuki’s guard dog? Popping out litter after litter for him until you die? That’s no way to live, he can’t commit to you. His life already belongs to another woman and that’s Azuki.”

“You don’t think I know that? I’m fully aware of the hold our future Queen has over him. I’m just grateful for every moment he chooses to share with me. Makes my life a little less lonely...,”

“I could make your life less lonely! I could do that for you, better than he ever could!” Louis was slightly begging now, he could hear it in his own voice but he was beyond the point of caring.

“Don’t you see I feel my loneliest when I’m with you? All you’ve ever made me feel was small, and stupid, and unworthy. Legoshi doesn’t point out how I misuse words just to remind me of how uneducated I am. He doesn’t point out how unrefined my taste pallet is or force me to eat food outside of the carnivore diet. He doesn’t drag me out of bed at night to look at some stupid star a million miles away on some balcony when I’m afraid of heights. He doesn’t tell me where I can and can’t go, who I can and can’t see, just because he felt like it. He doesn’t humiliate me every chance he gets! He doesn’t boss me around just because he can!” There were hot tears streaming down your face. You had been holding this in for a long time.

“I see...,” Louis said finally breaking the silence. He released you from his grasp and took a step back. He adjusted himself, tucking his forgotten member fully back into his underwear. Though he had a beautiful body envious to those of Gods, he seemed almost shy about his lack of clothing now.

He glanced at your tattered uniform before muttering a “wait here... please...”, and walking towards one of the humongous wardrobes in his room. He pulled out a pristine, new uniform and walked back over to hand it to you.

“I kept a lot of these on hand, in case you ever wanted.... a more comfortable bed to lay your head at night...” Louis’s voice had never seemed so clouded. You silently accepted the uniform.

“You have my deepest apologies for my behavior. Such veracity was never my intention. I hereby relieve you of all obligation to me. You may return to the kitchen or to the gardens or to somewhere new if you like. Whereever you choose to go is fine, I’ll notify Stallworth of my approval. I...” Louis hesitated, finally bringing his eyes up yours.

“You’re free to go.”

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A/N: I finally know how I want this story to end so hopefully they’ll only be two more parts for this series and it’ll reach it’s completion! Also thank you all again for 1K!

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twisted-imagines · 4 years ago

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leona, jack and floyd realizing they have a crush on a male student and how they manage to get their S/O attention please 🥺

That's a weird mix of scenario and headcanon format, but that's all I can post for now 😅 I'm really glad you're so patient with me, fishies~ I'm not doing the best right now and it bothers me quite a lot... I worry more about my writing than I actually write.

The reader is gender-neutral in this one btw, there are no pronouns at all, crush is such a universal thing~

Please, while waiting for more content from me, enjoy this ❤

Getting his crush's attention

Leona Kingscholar 🦁

• Scurrying and running about. Those herbivores were really irking his nerves, and Leona just wanted to sleep peacefully. But there was a particular person among that crown. It was somebody who managed to catch his attention and never let it go. What was so special about you, that made him so weak and vulnerable, longing for any bit of affection you would sometimes offer him? Walking past you in the corridors, he couldn't resist to graze you with his tail, a ghost of a touch on your skin. He fell asleep purposefully in the areas he knew you visited often. Just how soft did he become?

Weak and feeble, possessing this annoyingly beautiful smile, you were currently Leona's only daydream. He closed his eyes and your image immediately surfaced up in his mind. He opened them, and once again the only things he saw were you.

Speaking of that, why were your face above his?

• "Oh, you're awake, prefect Leona. Ruggie was searching for you. You choose a really secure spot today."

"And you herbivore still found me. So, proud of yourself? Now go or you'll face consequences."

It wasn't too threatening, coming from somebody who could barely lift his eyes and so you persisted, trying to make Leona go to his own dorm, like Ruggie wished you to do, in case you found his dorm leader.

•"Shut up. Ugh, so annoying, I warned you!"

His rebuttal came pretty fast and before you could react you already were in his arm, pressed to his side. You could feel his warm breath on your face and the rhythmical beating of his heart under your hands.

"Um, prefect Leona? Leona?..."

But the lion was fast asleep.

• After the surprise of waking up hugging your warm form, Leona hadn't gotten a break from intrusive thoughts of your peaceful face, when you went ahead and fell asleep on him that day or the lovely scent of your hair. They were imprinted in his memory and at your every sight his instincts were screaming at him to go up to you and relive it once again, show everybody that you were his. But, you, in fact, were not and Leona knew he had to do something about it ASAP.

• Alas spending time with you became increasingly hard for Leona. You had no lack of attention, didn't you? Always in company of some other punks, he couldn't get you alone at all. If he thought about it, he didn't see you much recently. It was driving him mad, just like a possibility that some other man, and not him, could be spending more time with you then he did. And if it was on purpose, that he couldn't get ahold of you, did you really think you would be able to hide from him, Leona Kingscholar, the only apex predator in the whole college? Naive herbivore.

• Dorm leader of Savanaclaw was always difficult, but after that incident, you no longer understood how to act around him. You got to know him better, much better than even some members of his dorm knew him, but were you two really close to such an extent? It made you question the nature of your relationship, and the way Leona felt for you. Think of the devil. You were careless, not scouting your surrounding properly and the prefect was steadily approaching you now. He wouldn't allow you to run from him, would he?

"Hey, herbivore, long time no see. I almost thought that you got expelled by chance. But were you actually avoiding me?"

"Prefect Leona! N-no! Why would I?"

A scowl twisted his face. What a troublesome prey, but Leona couldn't allow himself to give up. Wanted he that or not, you were occupying a place in his heart now and getting you out there would not be that easy. It was worth a shot, his ego would get a word in later.

"Tsch, don't try to lie to me. I can see past that pathetic act of yours."

The lion moved closer and closer still, until you had nowhere to go, a wall against your back and his hands on both of your sides, a prey for him to feas upon. But there was no malicious intent in his eyes. Green orbs, two will-o'-wisps, playful and mischievous, were also holding some tenderness to them. Itching even closer, Leona came impossibility near. The man's deep voice reverberated near your ear.

"Quit fooling around. You made me work quite a lot for this, so now listen. I like you, [Y/n]. If you have any objection against becoming my mate, better tell them now."

Trapped between the wall and Leona's hot body, you were milimeters away from his face. It would be so easy just to lean forward and press a kiss to those lips. Was it what you really wanted?

Jack Howl🐺

• That morning you were shocked to see Jack Howl dragging his feet, barely paying attention to his surroundings and sporting horrible eyebags. The sight was alarming, you had never seen him be so tired in the morning, not even once. Like the best friend that you were, you rushed up to him, just in time to drag Jack away from a pole on his way. Apparently, he didn't even notice it.

"Wow, Jack, careful. Morning. Didn't get much a shut-eye at night?"

His reaction wasn't immediate, but when he finally registered you holding his hand and closely inspecting his face he jumped up a foot, instantly turning a dark shade of crimson. Incoherent "I"s and "you"s were everything you heard from him before he ran away, too fast for you to follow.

• You met him neither at your classes, nor at the cafeteria, nor after school. It couldn't be a simple coincidence. Did he not want to meet you? This thought resonated with a painful pang in your chest. Did something happen? You thought you two were good friends.

• Jack however could no longer see you as "just" a friend.

"Jeez, aren't you an obvious little puppy, Jack? You're head over heels for [Y/N]. Everybody except for you two can see it."

"Shishishi, Leona-san, look what you did. You broke this poor freshman. "

Every time Jack looked at you now, he could hear Leona's words in his head once again. He didn't even protest, didn't tell them they were not right. He did like you, and he could no longer ignore it or tell himself that what you had between you was purely platonic. And if he wanted to get rid of this agonizing grip, that constricted his breathing and crushed his heart every time he just thought of you, he had to act.

• Easier said than done. He couldn't help but keep a certain distance from you, afraid of spilling the beans instantly and that's the last thing he wanted to do at that moment. He didn't want to endanger your friendship, no, anything but that. Jack became even more observant, and to his great distress now every little joke Ace told you or how familiar others were with you now seemed too "friendly" for his liking. Were they always like this? What if he's not the only one who harbored such feelings for you? The more Jack thought about it, the more anxious he got. What if somebody "snatched" you before he could at least confess his feelings to you?

• With that worrying thought in mind Jack gathered enough courage to come some evening to your dorm after his club activities. What a surprise it was for you, to meet him at your doorstep, after the days of going without as much as hello form him, not even a glimpse of his tall frame in college hallways, even though you knew he was fine. His dorm leader said as much when you cornered him a Botanic garden. The sudden rift between you was saddening, even more now that Jack was standing before you, barely looking at you. Was he angry? Was he going to put your friendship to an end?

• Yes and no. But how could you know that, without him saying it out loud? Jack was trying though, but his pure heart wasn't allowing him to do that, hammering loudly in his throat. Whatever speech he prepared, it seemed so lacking, so stupid now, when you were everything he could see. He's been observing you from afar, while he longed to be near you, to touch you, to do those things that lovers usually did.

Yes, he'd decided. Losing you completely was not an option, Jack understood, you were too precious to him. But remaining close, and doing nothing about those feelings was an idea much more appalling to him. He had to try, hopefully, your answer would calm the turmoil in his heart.

"I've been thinking a lot. Mostly about you, [Y/n]. And the way I see you, it's not just friendly anymore. I want us to become something more."

"What will you say? I'll respect any your decision, but I still want to be a part of your life. As a friend or as a lover, any is good, but I like you, [Y/n]."

Floyd Leech🦈

• "Sh ri m py - chan~" There it was again. You no longer tried to escape, you learned it the hard way you were no match for his speed. Once again Floyd Leech was crushing you in his hug the first thing in the morning. It was a normal occurrence, really, you didn't mind it as much now as you did at least a month ago. He was friendly with you, it definitely wasn't the short end of the stick if you were to compare it to how Floyd treated other NRC students.

The times you were luckier you met him at the lunch break. Did he now specifically go out of his way to search for you in the morning?

You were no wiser, that yes, he did. Floyd didn't meet such interesting people often, even on land, and usually, he quickly lost his interest in them. But you? You were a special case. You were so amusing, so warm in his arm, so squishy and cute. He considered to just gobble you up a couple of times, and each time you gave him that pointed look that sent shivers down his spine. Indeed, Floyd liked that little shrimp~

• But it seemed you didn't share his feelings though? No matter how much he lavished you with his attention, scared away other competitors, or made advances at you, he didn't get any reaction back... It boiled down to one interaction that nearly broke poor eel's heart.

"Shrimpy~~"

"Floyd? Can I ask you for what reason do you yawn at me?"

"What? Shrimpy, I'm not yawning. C'mon, look~"

"I-I honestly don't what you're doing and it's drawing even more attention than usual, could you maybe stop?"

Bewildered, you could only look how fast Floyd strode away, displeased expression on his face. It's not like you didn't know about his moody nature, but wasn't he just too strange today? No matter how much time you spent with him, his heart was still a mystery to you.

• "Jade! Jade-!"

"My, my, Floyd, what got you so agitated? Oh, are you... Crying?"

Jade couldn't remember when was the last time he saw Floyd with tears in his ears, and not fake crying, there was unfeigned sadness within those mismatched eyes, while he harshly bit his lip to the point of bleeding. Jade tried to approach his twin when Floyd suddenly took the offensive stance.

"You were lying! Shrimpy doesn't love me, I've tried times and times again-! No reaction...Even told me to stop."

What a predicament and Jade genuinely thought his brother had all the chances, he definitely saw you reciprocating his hugs and the way you smiled at Floyd, not out of politeness, but of adoration. Were all of those signs actually misinterpreted? A curious thought visited Jade's head. He had to ask something important first...

"Ahaha! I can't believe it! Floyd- No, haha, it's too much even for you. Did you really think that a human, from an entirely different world altogether, would understand that your gaping was actually you flirting?"

"It was Jade who told me to "just be myself"! Quit laughing, or I'll make you stop. Don't try me~"

Who could have thought a misunderstanding like that would happen? At least Jade was able to clear this one out. The next action, approaching you in a way that you would understand, was entirely on Floyd, who now got much more useful advice from his brother and was already on his way to you, eager to finally hear your answer.

• "Shrimpy, there's something I want to talk about."

It scared you, Leech twin's voice emerging out of nowhere, right behind you. You warily turned to him. Floyd left very angry the last time you spoke, and he was standing before you, face more unreadable than ever. It instilled fear in your heart nonetheless. You two were good acquaintances...friends? Some kind of understanding was developing on your side, but maybe you were wrong? What was he going to do?

"I'm listening, Floyd. What do you want to talk about?"

The man was fidgeting, his hands behind his back for some reason, probably hiding something. That was getting into the direction you didn't quite follow. Tracing with your gaze up to his face you found it had turned completely red, the shade being the most prominent on his cheeks. He looked cute, an involuntary thought emerged in your mind.

"Shrimpy and I have been spending a lot of time together and... Damn, that's not it! And, well, little Shrimp is very interesting to me and I..."

"Ugh! Just take it! Why is confessing like a human so hard?!"

Standing there, with a bouquet of your favorite flowers thrust in your hand, you had to become the one continuing this conversation.

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capri-ramblings · 4 years ago

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Hiya ^^! How the dorm leaders gonna react if their S/p suddenly hug them from behide and not let them see their darling face because they just shy?

Some of the S/O's reaction isn't shy but hope this is well enough! ♥️ Requests are open but will be updated slowly, any inconveniences is greatly regretted.

Veiled Embrace

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle is greatly taken aback. His small figure turning stiff the moment his s/o arms wrapped around him.

"What on earth are you doing?" Slips out of his mouth with a gasp, and he's already trying to shake them off which proved to be surprisingly hard since they resisted the rejection.

"___,face me! What do you think you're trying to pull?"

It's not that he dislikes it but growing up with such strict procedures, public displays of affection was something even his mother rarely did. She always told him that it was improper to be so straightforward with ones feelings,it made you seem weak and dependant.

Riddle attempted to pry their hands off of him but then he noticed how they were hiding away their face,burying it into his uniform. They were trembling too. Worry soon etched into his expression and rather awkwardly, he stood there with their arms still embracing him from behind.

"I don't know what's gotten into you so suddenly" He said, "But this position is uncomfortable and it's hard for me to look at you"

"Maybe I don't want you to look at me" Came the reply,all muffled.

Riddle sighed, and yet his heart fluttered joyously at the sight of them clinging to him. He wasn't the type of boy with a strong built like Leona and Jack, so it was amusing to see them act like it was and throwing themselves at him so carelessly.

Was it because they genuinely depended on him despite his flawed physique?

"You're going to cause a scene if people walk by and see us like this,you know?"

"Just a little longer?"

Another sigh, another fluttering sensation.

"Only a bit."

Vil Schoenheit

Vil was facing his vanity mirror, hands gracefully applying the new face mask he'd bought yesterday. His fingers pressed the mask lightly onto his skin, smoothing out the edges before admiring how despite it being entirely covered, he was still extremely elegant.

His purple gaze glistened pleasantly when his s/o's reflection greeted him from behind.

"Daffodil,how do I look?" A gentle laugh echoed in his words but instead of receiving an answer, his s/o furrowed their brows and bit their lower lip before wrapping their arms around him in an embrace. Taking him by surprise.

"Not the sort of answer I was looking for but—" His laugh came out this time, and Vil had to remember to compose himself before speaking again. "I'm pleased you like my new look,though I would've been more appreciative if this came after I took the mask off"

Their face nuzzled into the silk robe he wore, Vil felt a rush of heat course through him as they shifted in the embrace. He was often particular with physical interaction but when it came to them,he always had a slight softness to spare.

The only thing he found odd was how they kept him from seeing their face.

"You're awfully shy today,my sweet"

Grumbling came as a response and Vil smiled, slightly coyly as he leaned into their touch.

"If you keep grumbling like that I might have to teach you words, mein lieb."

Azul Ashengrotto

He honestly didn't know how to react. His self-made facade was slipping and the fact that Jade and Floyd were grinning at him for his dumbfounded response wasn't helping.

While preparing for Mostro Lounge to open for business, his s/o came barging through the door and without even saying anything grabbed him from behind,by his waist and muffled their scream by pressing their face to his back. It all happened so quickly, his reaction was only natural wasn't it?

"What's wrong with you?" Azul managed after letting out a gruff cough, an attempt to re-compose himself. He looked over his shoulder only to see that they were covering their face, but from the way their shoulders shook he knew they were upset.

He sent a narrow eyed glare towards the silently snickering twins, a warning for them to dismiss themselves, before he addressed the matter as calmly as possible.

"You're going to ruin my suit,___."

"I don't care." They murmured, earning another heavy sigh from the Mer-male. He wasn't used to intimately physical interaction, especially not from a human, but it was something he had learned to adapt to since it was considered a normalcy to their kind. Though,it always seemed to tip him off.

"What's this even about? You don't usually assault me with your need for intimacy like this"

"Grim keeps eating the leftovers I keep and I was this close to skinning him alive" They proceeded to show their frustration by bringing up two fingers touching each other, though their face was still kept hidden.

"But I didn't want to so I ran over here"

"To assault me"

"To a safe zone!"

Azul's brows furrowed, confusion clear as day on his face. Truly,land folk were very odd.

But he endured it. For them.

"I'll get Jade to prepare a meal for you,will that make you feel better?" Azul sighed,one brow cocked upwards as a small smile curled on his lips. His s/o nodded their head.

"Can I hold you for a bit longer?" They asked, quietly.

"I run a business here, seashell...But just until Jade's done with your food, understood?"

"Yes,sir!

Leona Kingscholar

He was deep asleep when his instincts kicked in and his eyes flew open only to find that the one disturbing his slumber was none other than his fussy s/o. They had their head buried into his chest as their arms wrapped around his waist despite the awkward size difference.

They didn't seem to be sleeping from the rise and fall of their chest,but their eyes were shut closed.

Leona let a sigh, a deep rumble that shook their body.

"You're taking up a lot of space here, herbivore" He drawled,the gruffness of his voice a mixture of exhaustion and irritation, and yet he made no attempt to pry them off of him.

When they didn't answer him though,Leona shifted so that he was on his side and had one free hand to tug at their hair until a small yelp escaped them.

"Stop that,Leona! It hurts!"

"Ha? Serves you right for ruining my sleep"

"You're always sleeping when you don't have anything else to do..." They grumbled aloud and the young prince didn't even need to see their face to know that they were frowning when the words left them. But seemingly unfazed, he tugged their hair again, a ghost of a smirk flirting about his lips as he felt his s/o squirm.

"So, what? It's not like there's anything interesting to do anyway"

His smirk grew wider before he leaned into their curled up body against him and felt them turn stiff from the contact.

"Unless you have something in mind?"

"Leona!"

Their head jerked up and roughly collided with his chin. The loud thud of the impact earning painful groans from both parties.

Eyes half opened,they rubbed the top of their head as Leona hung his low,one hand grabbing onto his throbbing chin. Both persons stayed like that for a while, engrossed in their own physical pain, before Leona lift his head and elicited a low growl.

"If what you were looking for at first included sweating,I hope you prepared yourself to run for your own life, mousey, cause when I catch you, I'm going to return that impact twice as hard."

Idia Shroud

He felt light headed and if it wasn't for his sturdy built, he would've toppled down the moment they held onto him from behind. Latching their body close to his as if in an attempt to squeeze him of any energy he had left.

When a laugh erupted from them,the awkward dorm head had to crane his head back to look down at them.

"You're so stiff, Idia! It's ridiculously amusing." They chirped happily, the rumble of their laughter reverberating through his body. He was never this close to anyone for him to receive such an intimate touch, and though he did rather quietly enjoyed it,he was still very much adapting to it's consistency.

"What makes hugging so complex to you, anyways?" They asked him, the slight hint of teasing rang in their voice blatantly and had Idia struggling for words.

Goodness,if Ortho was here, he'd have died from embarrassment.

"...And you think I should know?" Idia murmured this underneath his breath,his heart beating rapidly echoed through his own skull and his cheeks dusted a faint pink.

"Did you say something?" Looking up, his s/o's gaze seemed to make the entire situation harder to cope, what with glistening eyes filled with softness,and Idia was left with wondering how he got into this relationship in the first place.

"You...Why are you here?" He asked before reassessing the question.

Their eyes widened, surprised by the question but then warmth coloured the hues of their orbs and small smile graced their lips.

"Cause I like you, silly."

Well, that was a surprise.

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim would be pleasantly taken aback. One of the most physically affectionate dorm leader out of the seven, he himself surprises his s/o with embraces and kisses as well.

It was no different today when they came rushing from behind him and squeezed their arms tight around his body. He let out a shocked gasp but then upon realising it was simply his Jewel of the Earth, a smile flashed on his face and his arms were quick to return the embrace.

"Hahaha! You're lively today! Did something good happened?" He cheered, voice warm and loving as always. They kept their face hidden from him, but somehow he could just feel the smile on their lips as they nuzzled against him, and his heart fluttered.

They were always his source of energy. There was no way he would ever think otherwise.

"Today, let's fly on my magic carpet! Jamil said they were going to have a new bazaar open near by, I'm sure there'll be lots of food there for us to eat together!"

A soft laugh escaped their lips then as they nodded to the idea, and Kalim let out another enthusiastic cheer.

Malleus Draconia

Physical affection was one of the things this Fae had to adapt to and it was surprisingly easier than he thought it would be.

He found them extremely pleasant and soothed his nerves more than his midnight walking. If he were to be honest, he simply hadn't gotten the idea at first, humans could rarely even talk to him while remaining eye contact, so naturally he would think the same when it came to things such as hugging.

Though, he was proven wrong when his beloved would oh so casually wrap their arms around his body or lean their head against his shoulder at any given time. He thought it odd, of course he did, and even went as far as to inspect if being with him hadn't somehow caused them to be stuck in some sort of curse, but then when they would laugh it off and smile at him as genuine as he'd seen any human do, he accepted the fact they truly liked his presence beside them pretty well.

Suprises such as coming up behind him and pulling him into an embrace became a familiar sort of sport to Malleus and often time when they did it, the Fae couldn't help but chuckle in amusement. He doesn't mind them at all and sees it as a way to indicate his beloved's emotions, whether they were happy or restless, sad or angry, he could tell simply from how their embrace affected him.

Right now, they were flustered, their arms squeezing him tight as their face buried into his back. The mere heat running through their veins somehow ran through him as well, and the slightly rapid beating of their heart reverberated through his bones.

"You're flushing" He said simply, "Did something happen?"

"I passed Mr. Crewel's test"

Malleus arched his brows,curiously. "Congratulations. He must be glad as well"

He felt them press themselves even further into him, almost to the point Malleus thought they were trying to join their body with his.

"Oh yeah,really glad. So glad he had me stand in front of class while he patted my head and said, "Good, pup! Those extra classes of ours worked well to train you into a smart puppy after all."

'Ah' Malleus thought, finally understanding the situation.

"You should've seen everyone look at me! Even Deuce looked like he was going to burst out laughing!"

They lifted their head then,eyes teary yet flaring with emotions. Their lips quivered and Malleus couldn't help but smile, his hand coming up to pat them on the head.

It took them by surprise of course.

"You did well, and he congratulated you albeit teasingly, I'm sure he meant well. Don't let it sully your achievement"

His s/o pursed their lips, head resting against his chest.

"Fine."

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courtlyharlequin · 4 years ago

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*slams hand on counter* Let me order Rose Latté for Leona! I need to taste this delicacy that you have created!

Serendipity

A/N: I feel aggressively loved huehue. This ended up longer than I expected. It also got a bit heated because I got thirsty halfway since I read Nessun Dorma’s first chapter while taking a break from writing this. I’m sorry about the mess that you’re about to read ⊂((・⊥・))⊃

Bells chimed as you walked through the door. The podigant scent of rose welcomed and halted you in your tracks. You closed your eyes to inhale the flowery fragrance.

“Are you going to order or what?” a tired voice mumbled.

Tired as in too-early-in-the-morning-for-this tired. There was a slight undertone of irritation in that oh so husky voice. It was deep, soothing... and oddly attractive. Wait...

Your eyes snapped open, cheeks heating up as your eyes met with the barista’s. His emerald orbs were breathtaking. They were akin to an endless sea of green– such depth, such wonder. They peered into your soul. An intense gaze, it was. Your eyes wandered to his hair which was unkempt, pulled into a low ponytail with two braids framing his face. Your hands reached for the sides of your face, smacking them vehemently.

For goodness sake (y/n)! You were here for coffee, not to ogle at the barista! Well, you were here for an aphrodisiac, but you haven’t consumed anything yet! Shame on you!

“Are you going to order or what?” the voice repeated, sounding more and more annoyed by the minute.

“I- Yes! Yes, I am,” you exclaimed, blushing profusely.

The barista extended his hands out, gesturing to the cash register, a silent command for you to come forward to the counter. His smile was strained.

“One Rosé Latte, please.”

“Hmmm,” he leaned over the register, matching his eye level with yours, “are you one of those herbivores that honestly believe that rumor about soulmates?”

“And if I am? It doesn’t concern you.”

“Touché,” he said as he clicked his tongue.

You hummed in response.

“Name for your order?” he prompted.

“(y/n).”

“Cute. One soulmate detector coming right up,” he murmured, handing you the receipt.

With a whip of his tail, his back was turned against you. It was amusing how he wouldn’t let it go, how bitter he was about this drink– whatever the reason was. You watched him work attentively as if the concoction he was brewing was a magic potion, a solution, to all of your romantic problems.

Perhaps it was. Truthfully, you came to this cafe to confirm the rumors. Your peers flocked to this place as soons as the rumors circulated to your school. They praised the hearsay for they had found “the one” through this drink. You were not one to believe in superstitions. However, you could not help but feel a tad jealous of your classmates; you had been looking for someone to share your everything with, but to no avail it seems. You were not one who required a relationship to be validated, but you were one who never liked to be alone. Above all things, you were lonely. Your peers left you behind for their soulmates. Of course, the rumors were silly, but you were curious as to whether your peers experienced a coincidence or fate.

“Oi. Sit down, herbivore. Stop making heart eyes at me,” the barista flicks your forehead.

He turns back to his work.

“I’m not making heart eyes at you! I was just–”

“You’ve been standing there for three minutes. Your legs might get tired.”

You huffed and sat down on one of the barstools in front of the counter so you could watch him brew your latte, propping your head up with one arm. You were certainly not making heart eyes at him. Who was he to think that he was that handsome to have a random customer ogling at him first thing in the morning? He isn’t wrong though. He was attractive. His appearance wasn’t otherworldly. It was down to earth, humane, and masculine. Very, very attractive although his high horse killed his charm. You trailed down his arms, landing on the cup that would soon house your drink. He handled it with care, each movement was languid yet fluid. Despite his disheveled mein, this barista displayed such integrity and prowess. He made serving a simple cup of joe something worth chasing a degree for.

“I told you to stop making heart eyes at me,” he growled, spinning his heel around to face you.

“I wasn’t before.”

“So you’re admitting that you are now?”

“I’m not making heart eyes now either.”

“I can feel you staring at my back.”

“Just a feeling,” you shrugged.

He clicked his tongue.

“I can’t help it if the way you make coffee is mesmerizing.”

“Is it now?” he smirked, sliding you your drink.

He leaned forward from behind the worktable, waiting for your reaction. His tail swished back and forth in anticipation.

You took a moment to appreciate the intricate latte art of a rose. Daintily, you brought the cup to your lips and sipped your coffee. You widen your eyes at the explosion of subtle flavors. First and foremost was the taste of roses. It wasn’t overwhelming. In fact, it strangely complimented the coffee.

“Found your soulmate yet?”

“Yeah.”

His ears twitched, “Really now? Who? Hate to break it to you, darling, but nobody’s here.”

“There’s you.”

“You can’t be serious…” he groaned, rubbing his temples, “This can’t be love. We can’t possibly be soulmates.”

“Hmm… probably not, but there is such a thing as falling in love at first sight. As you said, I’ve been making heart eyes at you this whole time.”

“So you were making heart eyes at me.”

“No, I was admiring the way you brewed coffee. Everything else was a secondary matter. But that’s not the point.”

“That's attraction, not love.”

“Attraction can become love.”

He inched forward: “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you breathed.

The space between you two closed at that moment. And at that moment, electricity flooded your entire body, your senses, your grasp of your surroundings. You felt relief and fervor all at once. Mostly the latter. It was as if your mouth was made fit his perfectly like Cinderella’s glass slipper.

You broke the kiss, gripping the collar of his dress shirt, “I… I... can’t breath.”

“First time kissing a lion?”

“First time kissing at all,” you panted.

“And you wasted it on a random barista, you dumb herbivore.”

“You initiated!”

“Do you even know my name?” he tilted his head.

“...You’re right. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have gotten ahead of myself like that. Sorry for bothering you. Um, does it help to leave a tip to compensate for the trouble? I don’t have much on me right now but I–”

He flicked your forehead once more.

“Leona, Leona Kingscholar.”

“Pardon?”

“My name.”

“Ahhhhh–”

“You’re a hopeless herbivore.”

“Hopeless romantic, mind you. I’m your hopeless soulmate and you’re mine.”

“No, I’m just the barista you happened to fall for.”

“I’m only taking soulmate for an answer.”

“Fine. Soulmates. Soulmates by coincidence,” he said reluctantly, getting up to tend to other things in the café.

“I’ll take what I can get,” you laughed as you took another sip of the latte.

You exhaled.

“Hey, Leona?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you believe in soulmates? Maybe not like the rumors about Rosé Latte, but like finding ‘the one’ through serendipitous encounters?”

You fiddled your thumbs, waiting for his reply.

“...I do.”

You stared into your cup, “Then... Leona?”

He grunted in response, a signal to let you know to continue.

“Is there actually something in this latte that makes you fall in love?”

“Perhaps. I’m not quite sure myself.”

“What do you think it is then?”

He sighs, “My coworkers think that the rosy flavorings all have some type of lovey-dovey hex on them that triggers some epiphany whenever ‘the one’, as you’d call it, is around and for whatever reason, it works every time.”

“I see. But... Leona?”

“What is it this time?”

“Do you believe in those silly rumors about this café, then?”

“Yes and no. At first, I thought it was all correlation. A latte can’t possibly bring people together, you feel? I didn’t think much of it, let alone believe it... until today.”

“That’s good to hear…soulmate,” you beam.

“Hey, don’t call me that,” he growled, returning to his place before you.

“Does ‘My Leona’ work better?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“That you’re mine,” you teased.

“I kind of like that.”

“Kind of?”

“Yep.”

“Well, whatever. I have to go now.”

“So soon?”

“I have class.”

“Alright, take care.”

“Oh wait! Give me your hand.”

“Why?”

“Just give it to me.”

He obliged. You placed a piece of paper in his hands.

“What’s this?”

“My number.”

“Did you write this before coming here?”

“Yes, but how did you know?”

“You seemed like that type of hopeless romantic.”

“Excuse me?”

“A good thing, darling.”

“If you say so...”

You chugged the rest of the latte, grabbed your bag and leaned towards him.

You pecked his cheek, “See you later, My Leona.”

His eyes widened at the term of endearment. Of course, he liked it. Loved it, even. It was something he had to adjust to, but he sure as hell loved it. You were going to be the death of him. You were such a herbivore. A hopeless one too like a doe frolicking in a meadow, unaware of the predators stealthily prowling around you. Not even a day yet and you already had him putty in your hands with that saccharine, hopeless romantic personality of yours. He would never say it out loud, but he was glad he finally “the one”.

Bells chimed as someone walked through the door. Still at the bar, you moved your gaze to catch a glimpse of who was at the door: a boy of a much shorter stature (compared to Leona) with hyena ears and another boy who was taller than the hyena yet shorter than Leona with lovely silver locks and glasses. You turned back to Leona. He was standing straight and at a distance from you. You didn’t think much of it, continuing your way out of the coffee shop.

You waved goodbye through the rose-tinted windows. In return, he cracked a small smile.

Bonus:

“Oya? What’s this? Has Leona found his soulmate? Congratulations!” the hyena cooed.

“Cut it out, Ruggie.”

“I’m rejoicing over the fact that the Leona Kingscholar has found his soulmate and nothing more,” he replies

“You’re just happy that you won the bet,” the boy with glasses sighed.

“For once, that Octopunk is right.”

“Kishishishi! Yeah, money is good. Money from Azul is even better~”

“I honestly didn’t think you would get one this soon even if you were the last one out of café staff to get one. But, regardless, I’m truly happy for you,” the octopus mused, handing over the money reluctantly.

“You’re totally faking it,” Leona scoffed, “Anyways, I’m heading home.”

“Your shift isn’t over yet though.”

“Don’t care. You can take care of it, Ruggie.”

“Aren’t you glad you had to do morning shift today though, ‘My. Le-o-na~’?? ” the hyena asked in a sing-songed manner.

“Yeah...”

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therainroguefanfiction · 4 years ago

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⁂ Painting Love (Kyoya Hibari)

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Slice of Life ☁

Word Count: 1,145 ☁

Pairing: Reader x Hibari ☁

World: Anime, Katekyo Hitman Reborn! ☁

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“No, herbivore.”

“Come on, Hiba-chan! I’m just trying to make your wife look prettier!”

Hibari’s glare darkened, “I said no. Now leave before I bite you to death.”

Your eyes narrowed in defiance, “I’m not gonna leave you alone until you agree!”

“Hibari~ Hibari~” Hibird flew down from the reception room window and landed on your shoulder, making Hibari’s steel grey orbs narrow as he glared at his pet, annoyed that he chose the herbivore over his master.

“See? Even Hibird agrees! Come on, Kyoya, what harm will it do? I’m just trying to make your wife look even more beautiful than she already does with a portrait of the cute little Hibird!” Hook, Line, and Sinker!

“Fine, but I will be supervising you to make sure you don’t defile the Namimori name.”

You rolled your eyes and waved him off, muttering a “yeah, yeah” before turning around. This, of course, garnered a glare from the prefect, but you ignored it, deciding that you should get to work on your project if you wanted it finished by tomorrow.

You ended up working all through the night without fail, finishing up just thirty minutes before the sun rose. Hibari had fallen asleep around midnight and was currently leaning up against the tree in front of the wall you had been working on. It was hard to believe that the prefect could look so peaceful in his sleep.

Not wanting to disturb the sleeping demon, you quickly and quietly cleaned up the paint and other assorted items before taking your leave, the little yellow puffball nestled comfortably in your hands. Since Hibird had helped you with your little painting, his feathers had specks of various colored paints dotting them.

“Don’t worry, Hibird. I’ll take good care of you❤~” you said softly, booping his beak lightly as you made your way home. Hibird chirped, nipping your hand affectionately before letting himself get much-needed rest, which he deserved after all of the work he had done.

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You were met with a herd of students in the courtyard when you returned to school, the now clean puffball resting on top of your head. You were surprised to see almost every student of Namimori Middle crowding around to see the painting that you had done on the wall of the school building. Of course, only one person knew that you had been the one to do it.

Pushing past the students, you felt your heart soar in content as you gazed at the portrait with glazed-over eyes. The work had been a reflection of your heart, and seeing the finished masterpiece in the light of day was almost enough to make you cry out in joy. Instead of giving yourself away to the wondering students, you bit your lip and wiped away your teary eyes.

Painted on the wall of the school building, from bottom to top, was a portrait of yourself and Hibari. You were next to him, arms wrapped tightly around his neck as you held your cheek against his own. Hibari was scowling at you, arms crossed and steel orbs narrowed. You had included Hibird, naturally, and he was sitting on Hibari’s shoulder, in between the two of you. You had also painted hearts around the two of you, with cursive words that read, ‘I Love You, Hiba-chan❤~!’

Next to the pair, was a smaller painting near the bottom of the wall, featuring your friends with the words, ‘Friends like these are extremely rare but last a lifetime,’ Your friends, who automatically knew that the creative piece had been done by you, came over to you and engulfed you in a tight hug.

“That’s so sweet, Y/N-chan!” Kyoko smiled, hugging you gently before pulling away.

Tsuna nodded in agreement, “I didn’t know you had so much talent, Y/N-chan!”

“Che. It’s not that great.” Gokudera muttered under his breath, cheeks tinted pink as he looked away.

Yamamoto laughed, “It’s amazing!”

“But… what about Hibari-san? Isn’t he… going to be really mad?” Tsuna questioned, his happiness being replaced by nervousness as his deep brown orbs glanced around the group, in search of the demon.

“Mad? That bastard’s going to be furious!” Gokudera snorted, a smirk replacing his frown.

You just shrugged, “He said I could.”

“What?!” the group chorused in shock.

“T-That’s hard to believe… Hibari-san… he loves the school!”

You shrugged again, eyes shifting towards the ground, “Trust me, I’ve noticed.”

Tsuna was about to respond with something comforting, but Hibird cut him off, “Hibari~ Hibari~”

The group froze, watching the bird fly off towards its furious master. You gulped upon seeing the furious and hateful glare he was directing towards you. Without even attempting an excuse, you took off running inside the school, ‘I really screwed up this time!’

You could hear the prefect’s footsteps behind you, closing in with each and every corner you went around. Your breathing became ragged and your heart constricted painfully as you pushed your sore legs to move faster. ‘Damn, I have no athletic skills what-so-ever, and I really think I can outrun Hibari?’

You couldn’t take anymore and fell to your knees in the empty hallway, clutching your chest and trying to catch your breath. Your eyes closed tightly, your grip on the shirt tightening as the footsteps of the demon stopped behind you. You knew Hibari probably hated you now and it killed you to know that. You had hopes that the portrait would mean something to him, but you should have known better. “I’m sorry, Hibari! I know I said it would be a small portrait of Hibird, but I -”

Arms encircled you, pulling your body into a warm, inviting chest. You blinked in surprise, looking up at the black-haired prefect. Instead of seeing a glare, his steel orbs were glazed over with something you couldn’t imagine Hibari ever feeling – love.

“H-Hiba-chan…”

“Stupid herbivore,” he muttered, crashing his lips down onto your own, “You could have come up with a better way to tell me than defiling my school.” He let go of you, standing up and pulling out his tonfa, hitting you softly in the head.

“Oww, damn it, Skylark~” you whined, holding your head with a pout, “That hurt!”

He smirked, grabbing your arm and pulling you up off the tiled floor. You blinked, staring at his hand as the male dragged you outside to the wall you had painted on. “As punishment, you’ll be cleaning this off. If I see a single speck of paint, I’ll bite you to death.”

You groaned, sinking to your knees, “I should have known,”

Hibari smirked before walking away, pulling out his phone and looking at the picture he had taken of the painting. A small, almost invisible smile reached his lips as he set the picture as his wallpaper before slipping his phone back into his pocket.

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unialien · 4 years ago

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Concept of Myneria Creatures 2

The 2nd part of a catalog of creatures of Myneria! 🤩 Yay!! 🤗 I been waiting for this for years to add the 2nd part of it, crystal & cave creatures! 💎 This is so far it's getting better & better seen all the shines creatures sparkling in my eyes with my amazing tools. 🖌🖋 I am so in love of it! 💖 I think this might be the best than the first one I did on the first page of the Book of Bios II sketchbook! 💕📒 I hope you guys like my shiny creatures so much!! 🥰🐝🐌🐛🐍🐙

✅ Anyone is welcome to comment about it and If you guys got questions and opinions about, just ask. I'll be happy to answer your interesting questions. 😁

🔆 Oh, one more thing, if you want see details and info, you must zoom in. 🧐 You'll will see it better! 😉

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💠BIO

Myneria it's full of dangerous diversities within the deep of that continent of minerals. There's not much vegetations, only between much rocks, clean waters (toxicity of the waters of some regions) & even molten regions full of lava. However, this creatures that lived & evolved that time when the planet have splitted for 115 million years ago. This continent may have triggered minor eruptions, exploding mass productions of resources & life. The continent itself caused much more to be themselves of minerals beings, much more adaptables on extreme conditions. Many invertebrates about 37% of those species are born with rich calcified minerals that protects their organs that produce, even if one of them has the Reoniban, they can still be vulnerable to be broken. However, with their blending minerals that are born, they can camouflage themselves from the environment where they habitat. On this second part be showing some of the uncommon species that consider an important of resources for many engineering & biological purpose that can be crucial for the ecosystems of Myneria. This creatures has a value of how rare by their minerals & sizes can get, which they are listed by the MGC (Myneria Geology Center), legal tenders are followed by laws by the following species bio. Here's a 2nd catalog of species:

A. Thermgrub

ℹ Info

▫️ Location: Humreat Spring Hills, Corian

▫️ Rarity: ⭐⭐

This suspicious grub looking worm it's cover with intense superheated crystal spikes. Those crystals it's identified as a Thermartz, a family of quartz that only found on Myneria that may sustain on extreme heat site of Corian. This small worms are burrowers that only live on moist hot muds that are near springs, they feast on dead carcasses & bacterias that are on this site. However, this species are specialized within their crystal spikes that it's full hot toxins that are stored inside their body, if anyone try to pick up or provoke them, they'll launch or growth their spikes hardly that can burn the victim like a sting of jellyfish. Treatment for that it's possible, only concern are the spikes with contact in the skin it's crucially painful, to remove them, it must be place on cold water to disable the toxic spikes & gently remove them with a forceps. Add the best popular medicinal fruits mix from Aquineon locals to treat the wounds & this must be applied at least daily until it's heal up for at least a week. Since those worms are quite well life spawn on large numbers, this are used legally as bio engineering & fishery since are potent by their crystals they generate. There also a breeding program to control their numbers in order to ensure there not having a invasion of those creatures.

B. Reoniban Orbiosis Crab

ℹ Info

▫️ Location: Domfrores Caverns

▫️ Rarity: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

This shiny hybrid looking crab are the rarest species due that only found in the deep of Myneria caverns that it's incredibly cold & hot environment. This precious crab it's covered like a huge abdomen crystal geode that's it's actually pure Reoniban, the entire abdomen has a symbiosis creature that it's likely a guardian of their heart, a amphibian like creature that it's named as a Orbiosis. Due that it's hard to tell what species to name it which they are sticked together of both creatures, the scientists of Repharon Research Center decided to named like that. This species it's capable to survive itselfs by storing much foods as possible it's scavenge on algae from the springs; as soon gathering enough, they return to their homes where it's so extreme the temperatures as they can stay for at least for 2-3 months away from the predators. However, this species are in list of declining that are in threat of loss due of kills of their precious abdomens geode; this consider to be extremely illegal to harvest this creatures for their value. The Myneria Conservation Program been monitoring the numbers & there trying as possible to recover this species since they are important for the ecosystem.

C. Centrusnakra

ℹ Info

▫️ Location: Myneria Canyons Caverns

▫️ Rarity: ⭐⭐

Worm like snake that lurks on the deep of Myneria Canyons Caverns. They are voracious predators about a size of 7.2 fts length, since they are opportunistic predators, they can blend well the surfaces of the canyons that it's made of the mixture of Blackstones & Reoniban. Their body it's so slimy that can stick well on walls & ceilings upside down, using their mouth, it can glue up the ceilings to go down slowly so it can reach to their prey. It has a huge eyeball like an orb made of pure mineral, however with unknown mixtures that it's hard to determine what kind of species of mineral is. That huge eyeball use as a visor to navigate well on temperature that comes across, it can see with both ways of 360 degrees all around, making an ultimate looking spy creature. Ignoring that their small eyes are pretty blind, but their eyebal can still see in infrared. Their tail has incredibly potent bioluminous bulb that use to confuse their prey like hypnosis, it's incredibly colorful that can see it so bright in the deep dark alley in a part of the canyon. As soon it attracts the light, once gets close about 8ft, I'll strikes & feast on their prey. One things that the orb could a key of evolution of how potent those creatures can survive incredibly intense. This eyeball orb might contain huge numbers of chemicals of DNA of why this creatures can really help the survival skills to do anything. This creatures has no concern of threat since they are pretty hidden from the others.

D. Diamtaltur

ℹ Info

▫️ Location: Domfrores Caverns

▫️ Rarity: ⭐⭐⭐

This invertebrate like turtle it's one of the most uncommon species that found deep of Domfrores & only found in the cold zone of this site. This creature it's covered an extremely sharp quartz that it's consider pure Reonibans with Diamonds. This consider a pretty rare geological mineral formation for this kind of species that have grown on their shell due of their DNA. There's a Sanctuary Breeding Program on the capital city where they breed those creatures for commercial uses to farm their crystals. Luckily this is legal to used them, because they a pool site of Reoniban where they can regrow back their crystals. This program also help maintain stabilize in number to prevent loss of them in case ran out, there in list of least concern, but there monitoring up any suspicious act of poaching those creatures to rip their crystals off for illegal use without license due that still considered vulnerable. This creatures are herbivores & filter eaters, they eat on mosses & algae from humid places that are in the floors & walls, even on nearby springs where full of nutritions have, including planktons. Be warned, those sharp crystals can be lethal if fall into, it may contain bacterias if the Reoniban not active. If so, the victim must get to medical attention immediately before the bleeding gets worse.

E. Levigeg

ℹ Info

▫️ Location: Myneria Canyons Caverns

▫️ Rarity: ⭐⭐⭐

This strange bug species it's very unique due that's it's capable to levitate using their magnetic organs orbs that allow to gently magnetize only on metallic minerals such as like the Reoniban, even on metallic objects. There like wasp, builders, they can create huge hives made of metals, the most largest hive was recorded for about 560ft in wide & 847ft tall. This creatures only found on this huge canyons in the deep caverns of Myneria, which it's the only best habitat for this species to harvest metals. Scientists been studying on their intelligence of being builders, which can be a revolution of new change of building homes & cities. There were use for quite about 2 centuries ago when they started a special program to learn & train this creatures & taught to build the first largest city of Myneria as the main capital. However since it's seems was terrific bad due of mass loss of those creatures, the team decided to send them freed; this species has listed a vulnerable due of uses for engineering & even for cruelty, as it's flagged as illegal if not licensed. This creatures became one of the most important for the ecosystem of all Myneria, which allows to stabilize geological formation in case of disaster.

F. Moldruddyce Squid

ℹ Info

▫️ Location: Salfyrian Coast

▫️ Rarity: ⭐⭐

An uncommon squid like species that habitat in temperate waters of Salfyrian Coast. This creature are one of the known species of Shedouelemium, are the only known creatures that has 2 tentacles within the abdomen body shell. This creatures are quite intelligent, they can communicate using bioluminous from their tentacles to speak each others. They can go on groups like packs to hunt their foods, as their diets are mostly in small fishes, crustaceans & even on primarily feast on absorbing energies crystals from beneath erupted waters. Their bodies composed electrolytes since they can be able to create electrical shock blast from their Reoniban horns to paralyze or scare up large predators, while they also use blast a single range to feast many foods as possible. Towards there not incredibly aggressives since they are capable to share their foods from the same family of their species. This creatures with their red to blue colors can determ the temperatures from their environments, they need to live a stable temperature for about 58°C in order during breeding season. Unfortunately for them are in the fishery list since they contain so much nutritions & proteins on the menu, however this are monitored since their population have exploded thanks to any sources of Reoniban have been spotted for a higher survival chances. This are still in legal for fishery, however for the warning are still in concern in under vulnerable.

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kpopisthereasonihavenolife · 6 years ago

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Blight | II

BTS

Jeon Jungkook/Reader [F]

Genre: Dragon/Shapeshifter AU, Magic AU, Enemies to Lovers

Words: 7k

@tamedandscripted @syubcandy @cencoroil @kathrynwynterbourne @fireflower90 @bluegreenguppyfish @queen-pharaoh-hatshepsut @mygukandonly

Jungkook wasn’t sure how long he’ been here. Resting alone in silence in his secret place. It wasn’t like some sort of fort of anything, no. Where he was was a beautiful section of flourishing forest.

It was a hidden area, a secluded patch of land. One had to find a cavern entrance that hid behind thick hydrangea bushes to even begin to search for it. Even then, finding the hydrangeas was a feat. The cavern was hundreds of miles underground. It was secluded and any possibility of it ever being discovered by anyone other than Jungkook was a rare chance. Man would never set foot here so help him.

A far off, desolate cliff in the middle of a mountain range untouched by man. A rare feat. A long flight up to the near peak of a mountain. Find the large, wide hydrangea covered rock area and with them behind the vines is an opening.

Going through that opening and traveling through the rocky, vine-covered cavern walls the cavern opens. A giant hole, leading straight down into God knows where. No human would ever try and explore, and if they did, they would for sure lose their life. It was far too deep and far too dark. However, if one ever got down the entire trip that traveled the entire mountain and below the ground, they would come into a clearing. A clearing leading into a vast, almost completely different world.

Enchanting was the only word to explain it. A magical place, a lake an entire ecosystem were thriving inside this mountain. Hydrangeas sprouting in mass with all sorts of wildflowers growing by its side. Trees wept with green, low hanging branches and vines. Water flowed in a strong, brilliant waterfall in the side the of the rocky cavern, most likely from a lake or body of water on the surface. A crystal lake sits beneath, capturing the mirror-like water. This lake had healing properties Jungkook had discovered in one of his many trips here. Just standing in the water could heal any injury. Finally, floating orbs of soft, yellow and blue lights kept the ‘jungle’ lit and navigatable.

This place must have been crafted long ago by magicians: witches and warlocks. There was no other way to explain the flourish so far beneath the ground. As well as the inscriptions on some cavern walls and glyphs that so depict an ancient civilization with ‘God’s Gifted Ones’.

The other piece of evidence was a large rock island in the middle of the lake. It was jagged and uneven but it had arches of rock and covered in vines that bloomed in deep, crimson flowers he couldn’t name. The arches were incomplete, the very tops of them open and staggered like a ray of magic just shot through them. Underneath the open arches was a single throne of rock. Uncomfortable looking though it may be, the carving among it makes it seem like a seat for royalty. He’s never sat there, and something in his blood demands that he never does.

This place was the only thing Spellcasters had his respect for.

Jungkook sat in a small space he liked to call his own as he looked around. He wasn’t the only living thing down here, no not at all. There were small creatures and animals that resided down here in harmony. Almost all herbivores he’s gathered as the only remains he’s ever found were caused by nature and time; not by some sort of predator.

He lay on his back, his hands clasped behind his head and one of his legs propped up on his foot as he looked up at the trees above him. The weeping willow blew in the small constant draft that seemed to circle endlessly around the cavern. It gave a nice, gentle chill. For a hot-blooded, fire breathing, mobile furnace, the breeze cooled him and made him relax.

If he closed his eyes long enough, he would think he heard bells in the distance, but knew it was only his mind adding onto the soft atmosphere this place gave him.

Here, he was free. He was a free man. Not roped into classes and exams to ‘hone his abilities’. He wasn’t stuck in the same boring lecture cycle of Masters and how he would need to valiantly and obediently follow his one day. He wasn’t just some jock who needed to keep his team strong and never lose, lest he gets ridiculed.

He was just himself. He was just Jungkook.

Jungkook had never found a place so calming once he left home. At home, it was his mother that warmed his breast and made him smile. She loved him so, but once she lost her life, the candle she kept within her was snuffed out. Taking all the light and warmth with it. Jungkook was lost for a time. His mother gone, his father always a way for business and no siblings to try and connect with.

Then he met Jimin. Jimin ran into him when accidentally running into one of his living room glass doors that lead out into his yard. He had been so distracted in chasing a shadow cat that he ran smack dab into the glass in his dog form. Jungkook, startled into showing his horns and scales, watched as the dog changed into the form of a small boy not much older than himself.

Somehow, after that, a friendship bloomed and Jungkook almost felt warm again. He and Jimin stuck together and eventually were both able to get into the main academy of Hearst. However, they didn’t plan on being Ranked the same and pinned as classmates both in their first year and now, yet it was a minor chance of luck that Jungkook wouldn’t refuse.

Yet, even with Jimin, the warmth wasn’t the same as it used to be like as his time as a small child. So, he would explore every chance he got. Transforming and flying miles upon miles away just to find something, anything to help the void in his chest. The hole in which his mother’s death forged so long ago. Then, he found it in this place.

He couldn’t remember exactly when or how he found this wonderful world of his own, but he didn’t care. He found it, and it was his and he couldn’t be warmer.

Somewhere along his visit, he drifted off. He didn’t know when but when he woke up, his arms that stayed under his head were nearly numb. He sat up and let the tingling pins and needles of his blood rush back into his arms and hands. He sat looking around. He could never tell the time of day in this place, that’s a given. Yet, he decided it time to go once again.

Working his way out from under trees and into a clearing he lept into the air and took off upwards with his wings that tore from his back. Up the long drop that seemed to get shorter with each visit and out the cavern into the hydrangeas before soring into the sky of outside. It was dusk. The sun setting with each ticking moment below the horizon, kissing the daytime farewell until morning. It was a beautiful view, yet a view that no longer captured Jungkook’s jaded perception.

He moved above the clouds until his nose picked up the scent of the school ground and soon descended onto the rooftop of the main building. It was always much easier making a landing on the roofs than into the fields or courts. Less chance of conflict.

His feet touched the hard roof and breathed a content breath. He made his way down and into his building where he went to his locker to retrieve the shirt he discarded and replaced it on his chest. Now fully dressed, he was lucky not to be caught and stopped by some random person who would definitely scream about some ‘nudist’ on campus. It’s happened before and it was not fun.

He was finishing up grabbing whatever he needed for tomorrow’s academic courses when he heard a group of B Ranks who had just come from the upper floors, ready to leave for the day. Jungkook ignored them as they soon passed and Jungkook slammed his locker shut. They were talking about the Spellcaster Exams happening tomorrow. They were to perform trail tests and magical limits to see if they were qualified for a Familiar.

“Fuckin’ Spellcasters,” he murmured as he too left the building and soon the campus to his own dorm.

XXX

The dorms were not laid out in any sort of system like the school itself. Many students of different species and ranks lived among each other as neighbors or even roommates. Had it not been for Yoongi needing a roommate and purposely waiting for you to enroll, you would’ve probably roomed with a Spirit, given a choice.

Currently, you were sat on the floor, nursing a bag of your newly owned chips - that Yoongi got as promised - completely drowning in worry. The exams were tomorrow, just hours away and you swore you could tear your hair out. You stared at the ceiling as your head was kicked back while your back rested against the foot of your shared couch with Yoongi in the main room.

Said warlock had just leaned over the couch, catching your attention and making you crane your neck further back to an uncomfortable position and also drawing a headache to the surface.

“You really shouldn’t worry. It’s not that difficult of an exam and it’s held twice a year. You have way more than one shot going forward.”

“Easy for you to say, you’ve already passed. You just don’t attend the ceremony to actually get a Familiar.”

“Well, yeah. Why would I do that when I can pick my own partner on my own terms?”

You groaned and rolled your eyes. “Yes, I get it. You’re super advanced, rub it in why don’t you.”

Yoongi just shook his head at your pessimistic attitude. Honestly, if he told the truth, he knew you had nothing to worry about. You had magic storing down to a T and your ability to maintain and manage your magic was outstanding for a C Rank. It was whether or not your execution of said magic would go as planned. You, one might say, were a nervous test taker.

Yoongi rounded the couch, sitting on the cousin behind your head as you had taken to pushing your cheek against his knee. He hovered his fingers above your head as the magic that gently came from them made your hair dance like static. You were always emotional around exams or ceremonies, but he supposed in your situation that you had every right to be.

“Would you feel better if I waited outside the exam hall? Results won’t be posted until the next morning. We can go to that lame, gross ‘asethetic’ diner you like so much.” You rolled your eyes as you contemplated actually biting his knee.

“That ‘lame, gross ‘asethetic’ diner’ makes me warm and fuzzy so shush your mouth you Dark Wizard.” He tapped on your head, a bit reprimanded. You strictly knew wizards were half-breeds between humans and magic users, a rare breed to be sure. “Besides, when exams are over, we still have academic courses.” Yoongi rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, but they aren’t mandatory.”

“I’m not ditching class, Yoongi.” He sighed as you and he got quiet. Sitting in silence he knew the reason you were worried. He just didn’t know how to phrase it without making your mood any worse. Though, it wouldn’t hurt, would it? It was already floating around in your head, drilling into every corner of your thoughts like a nonstop drill with rechargeable batteries.

“Y/n,” he started, voice uncertain, “are you worried about your dad again?” You were silent, still and unresponsive. Perhaps you fell asleep? You’ve don’t so before. However, you soon nodded. “Don’t worry about it,” he thought that might be the case.

Your father wasn’t the most generous man on the face of the planet. A big name for himself in your family history and hardly any people even knew he even had a daughter.

Growing up he was earning awards and making headlines left and right and featured in reports and newspapers frequently. Succeeding in classes of all kinds, magical or not and gaining his Familiar in his first year right off the bat when he entered and enrolled in Heart Academy for the Wicked and Supernatural.

That Familiar ended up being your mother.

Your mother lost her life when you were born. It was normal, well as normal as being born a Spellcaster can be.

Spellcasters almost always end up stealing the life of their mothers upon birth. The magic gathered and stored into their small, infant bodies only obtained their powers from their mother’s life. They took the life energy from their carriers and converted it into magic to store and released that magic when they are born. The only way to slimly avoid death is by C-sections, but it’s risky. There’s always a chance that both parties would lose their life if the doctor is too unskilled.

Once a Spellcaster, witch or warlock or even half-breed wizard, is born the father is either pulled in one direction of the other. They are either completely overprotective and shelter their children until they can’t possibly shelter them any longer. Or, they reject them absolutely.

Your father rejected you. Absolutely.

Yoongi has known you since childhood, and he’s seen the way in which your father completely overlooks you and your presence as a whole. It wasn’t unnatural to guess your father grew up into a wealthy man, so the house was filled with staff that was directly in charge of raising you. You were raised by interchangeable faces and fake gestures all because you were ‘the bosses daughter’. The only plus was Yoongi’s companionship and friendship.

His father was loving to him. Waiting on him hand and foot until middle school when Yoongi was able to sit down and talk with him, telling him to back off and not to treat him like a fragile doll, but a person. LIke his son, and his father listened to him. Maybe it was because he was a boy, or maybe it was because his father accepted him from the beginning, you weren’t quite sure.

That’s why you always tried so hard. Whether it be in class, working on book smarts or building your magical properties. Why you pushed so hard for a Familiar. If you were to gain a Familiar, maybe he would finally notice you and all your potential you could build from now into the future.

Yoongi just pat your head and reached forward into the bag of chips to grab one and force it between your lips. The salt stung slightly as you scowled at him. He just messed up your hair before he stood up, making your body roll to the side and now lay on the ground.

“It’ll be fine. Don’t worry about a 6-foot tall demon when you have me.”

“You’re literally 179 centimeters. You’re a single inch off of 6 foot.”

“That, my dear friend, is what makes me so much better. I’m an inch smaller for travel convenience.” You rolled your eyes as you watched Yoongi trot off into the kitchen, hearing clunking and removal of pots and plates from cabinets thereafter.

The rest of that night, Yoongi made it a top priority to keep your mind off the exam and most importantly your father. Throwing jokes, starting little skirmishes and even dabbled on the idea of getting you drunk so you could just puke and go to bed. However, he took a miss on the alcohol, you did have a test in the morning. Hangovers don’t work out for the brain and magic. You could very well make something blow up if you're too hungover.

It was 11 when you finally crashed. Spending so much energy just dealing with the back to back objects and tasks Yoongi threw at you. Yoongi nodded in satisfaction before maneuvering you to throw you over his shoulder. You know, like real friends do.

Marching to your room with your body folded over his shoulder, utterly unconscious for the night, he moved into your room where he blew his lips and a small puff of light floated around to light the room. There was a chance if he flipped the light switch on, you’d wake up and proceed to yell at him for carrying you like he was, a fact he knew you weren’t fond of. The light, though small, was bright enough to show the path to your bed without running into anything or tripping on the journey from your door.

It was a mystery, how your den and your bedroom had polar opposite vibes. Your den, as he knew, was dark and felt like a cave when one stepped inside. However, your bedroom was like how he could only imagine a child felt walking into a damn Build-A-Build store. It was bright, and resemble your white magic specialization to a T. Pastels from coral, to teal and even a nice shade of grey specked your room in the form of books or knick-knacks.

Though, Yoongi wouldn’t say he disliked it. His room resembled a monochromatic museum, that was just his style. However, he would like to camp in your room with you if he ever needed a spark of color to lift a bad mood he felt on the horizon of his mind.

He carefully rolled you off his shoulder and put you, rather sloppily into bed. Laying you sideways and having your feet hang off the edge of the mattress, but he couldn’t be bothered. You were on the bed with no way of falling off unless you decided to fight in a war in the 6 hours you were going to be asleep. He tossed your comforter over you and stretched his back.

You may be smaller than he is, and he may be a man, but that doesn’t make you any less heavy than the scale you complain about every morning. I mean come on, the average weight for someone like you wasn’t something to get bent out of shape about. Yet, it was often times he’d see you shove down rabbit food in the form of salads and greens before turning around and enjoying those chips you devour each chance you get. Thus, prompting him to poke fun at you.

He turned to look into the mirror you had in your room. It was large and wide as it sat upon your rather magnificent vanity. The same vanity that Yoongi’s father and he helped pick out for you on your 18th birthday. That was probably the first time Yoongi saw you actually cry in joy at something most girls had at the age of 13. He smiled as he recalled the memory before he whistled lowly and the orb of light faded out.

He followed the light from the hall that leaked in through the doorway to work his way out, one against without stumbling and took one final look back at you. He smiled as he lifted his hand and created a small symbol. It resembled a pair of doors opening inwards, hardly noticeable and small enough to hide in his palm. He blew it out of his hand as it flitted over to you were it stuck your cheek.

Then, he quietly closed your bedroom door. He walked around the dorm and shut off all the lights and the TV before he retired to his own room. He was still going to go to the stupid diner with you, even if he didn’t exactly like the taste of anything in there. Min Yoongi was many things, but he wasn’t a liar. He promised to go with you, so he would.

You woke up the next morning to the sound of your alarm. Annoyed you swatted your wrist at it, some force flinging from your fingertips to knock the clock off your bedside nightstand and against the wall. Hearing the cracking of the cheap plastic, you lifted your head with squinted eyes before pushing your face back into the pillow. Now you’d have to buy a new one, knowing Yoongi would refuse to fix another alarm clock from you. This is the 7th alarm clock you’ve broken in the last 2 months alone after all.

Yet, none of that mattered as all you could think about is you had to get up. You had an exam today.

XXX

The morning trudged on as sparingly as you knew it would. Getting dressed was the only fast part of your morning, racing against time on getting ready in your exam gowns. It was a fundamental rule that when important eams rolled around, you were to where your school provided gowns. They were simple, the female design much different than the male.

The top was a black, almost violet undertone, fabric that ruffled and ran horizontally along your chest and hung below your shoulders around your bicep. A hood and low hanging scarf were attached loosely to the back of the ruffled patch behind you that you looped around your neck and sat among your breasts. The gown clung to your torso and the skirt divided at your thigh. A centerpiece almost resembled a thick, old fashioned loincloth, covered your front (although just barely) while the rest of your skirt was cut off and fluttered behind you at your ankles.

It was flattering and charming sure, and even you were quite taken with how it looked from a mundane standpoint, but it was so exposing. Walking around with it on, even if no one was around, made you feel too open. And, of course, you ran into Jungkook.

Yoongi was at your hip, glaring at any filthy minded warlock who tried to even think about peeping beneath your shoulders or down your legs. It was actually Jimin, who stood at Jungkook’s side (as per usual) that flagged you both down. It was a routine by now, one that Jungkook could frankly do without.

As you approached, clutching your spellbook to your front and keeping your eyes downcast, any other guy would probably see you as cute. Cheeks red at the unwanted attention and quiet disgusting cat-calls threw your way. You were quite the sight, much to Yoongi’s dismay. It was like people were hitting on his sister to his face.

“Wow! Your exam robes look really good on you Y/n! You look so pretty!” You rubbed your bare shoulder with a free hand as you only managed to keep eye contact with the friendly Hellhound for a moment before staring back at his shoes. Your own footwear was a pair of small, 3-inch, thick heels. Also a stupid requirement of this damn gown.

Jimin sensed your unease. Sure, you were embarrassed by your gowns, you usually were, but you always tried to play it out with being extremely boisterous or over the top. Overdramatic, so to speak. Today, though, you were different. You were quiet, clammed up and he could practically smell the anxiousness pouring out of you with his heightened senses.

He looked at Jungkook’s back; he had only glanced at you before he went back to swapping book in his locker to his bag. Maybe an unexpected compliment would cheer you up?

Jimin grabbed the back of Jungkook’s shirt, twisting him around and slammed his locker shut.

“What are you doing you-?!”

“Don’t you think Y/n looks nice?” He questioned. You ducked your head. You knew that Jimin only wanted to help cheer you up, the hound was always in tune with emotion. No doubt he could tell your overly dramatic depressed mood. Though, turning to Jungkook wasn’t the best option. You were absolutely certain that the insult that was bound to roll off the stupid dragon’s tongue would push you to tears.

You were too emotional this morning. Fuck hormones.

“Well?” Jimin pushed a Jungkook remained silent. He looked at you, but to him, you looked the same. So what if you were wearing different clothes? You were still you, the insufferable brat he’s put up with since he enrolled. But, even he could feel the dread coming from you. Jungkook wasn’t heartless.

“Jimin,” Yoongi starts, trying to avert a possible scene to keep you together, “It’s alright. We’ll just-”

“Yeah,” Jungkook interrupts. Yoongi looked at him, almost insulted he was interrupted. Jungkook just slung his bag over his shoulder as it rested on his back now. He stuffed his hands into his pockets as he slouched to a leg. The bangs that were separated off his forehead shook in the bounce he took to look at your smaller than usual form. “You look nice.”

Jimin and Yoongi for shocked, to say the least. Sure, Jimin wanted him to compliment you, but he didn’t actually think he would! Jimin broke into a smile and turned to you. He quickly grabbed your hand that still rubbed your naked shoulder. You snapped your head to him, cheeks still flushed as they seemed to lose their redness at Jimin’s over-enthusiastic form.

“See! Now, good luck on the tests! You’ll do great! The best B Rank witch ever!”

“That’s what I told her too!” Yoongi quips up to help lighten the mood. And before you knew it, you busted into laughter. You don’t know why you were laughing, you were still dreading the exam and you were still so nervous walking was a chore, but you felt better.

You turned to Yoongi after you pulled your hand from Jimin. “I’m ready to go now. Better rip the bandaid off, right?” He nodded as he slung his arm around your shoulder.

“That’s the spirit!”

You quickly turned to Jungkook, looking at him as he watched all of this happened in silence. He could’ve left, maybe he was hanging around waiting for Jimin. He did every other time. “Thanks,” you quietly say before Yoongi is dragging you off until you both are out of sight.

“You’re welcome,” he muttered completely to himself. Jimin looked at him.

“Did you say something?”

“I called her stupid.”

Jimin opened his mouth in astonishment. “Come on! You were just nice to her!”

“Yeah? Well, there’s a first for everything. I still don’t like her. Salem will still be on my ‘hate’ list, no matter what fancy garbs she puts on.” He spun on his heel, working his way to his first class. “Come on, we’ll be late.” Jimin ran behind him, catching up.

“We’ve been late before! Hold on!” Jungkook only sped up, leaving his best friend to run in a chase. Though Jimin easily caught up, he was a hound after all.

XXX

Yoongi sat in his class, watching the clock tick down second by second with a bouncing, impatiently knee. He sat slumped with his elbow on his desk as his palm supported his chin. Fingers tapping his cheek. He wasn’t even paying attention, frankly, he hadn’t been ever since he sat down. Once this class ended, you’d be out of your exams and he’d get to find out if you passed for the third attempt since your first year or not.

It was 14 minutes later when his class was dismissed and Yoongi literally just phased into a shadow. Hiding his body and zipping through the halls along the walls and ceilings. Traveling by shadows is the fastest, most efficient form of travel; at least for a dark warlock like himself who knows how to actually control it and now get stuck in the shadows like many have done before.

The tactic was much more complex than you would think. If not performed correctly, one could even suffocate within the shadows of something as small as a puppy.

He was down the halls, scaling stairs and zooming along the corridors of the outside courts before he quite literally flew out of a wall right next to the door of your classroom. Your class had already started filing out, the hoods of robes being flung down and some stupid, over appreciated jocks even flexing the pride that is their passing grade.

He waited at the doors until he peeked inside, still not seeing you exit. Perhaps he came just a split second too late? He leaned in the doorway to see you, standing in front of the professor as he spoke to you, waving his hands about. You nodded, talking back with him as Yoongi stepped inside. He was familiar with this professor anyways.

“Ah, Min Yoongi, what a pleasure,” the professor spoke. You turned around, flipping down the hood of your gown as he moved briskly to your side. Yoongi nodded to the teacher.

“Tihex,” he said. He had long dropped any title from instructors names. No Mr. Ms., or Professors for him. Just using their names. Some found it endearing, others not so much. Tihex didn’t really care though, he was a young professor and rather open-minded. Wanting to connect with each student of his in one way or another. Yoongi looked at you as he opened his mouth. “How’d you do?”

You blinked up at him as you then looked to Tihex. He smiled as he motioned to Yoongi basically telling you to tell Yoongi your scores. The way that scoring works is that throughout the exam, your given a slip of paper for your professor to mark points on. Whether to deduct or add on points. Another is the class ranking. On the wrist of each participant that passed the exams with high enough remarks and points were given a name stamped on their forearm. That number places what magical standpoint they are in their class. The Spellcaster with the number 1 on their forearm being the most excelling student as of the current standpoint.

You opened off your spellbook and handed Yoongi your point slip as he looked over the numbers. High marks all around. He smiled as you tilted your head in pride.

“These numbers are awesome!” He cheered, even stomping a little jig in excitement. “What rank did you get in class?” He was eager to know. Y, u however, didn’t even know that yet.

“I don’t know. I was about to be stamped when you came in.” The two of you looked to Tihex who was busy playing with his magic stamp. Customized with stickers and even a little bow, of course, the stamp wasn’t originally his and he did have to pay the school board a hefty price once he started slapping stickers on it.

He stuck out his hand to you. “May I finally place you in the ranks now, Miss L/n?” You nodded as you rolled up your sleeve and showed him your bare, blank forearm. Yoongi looked over your shoulder, forgetting the idea of seeing your face before he knew your number.

Professor Tihex took the back of your hand before he placed the stamp on you and with a small push, a puff of pink smoke and a few coughing fits later, he pulled the stamp away from you. There on your forearm was a pink, scripted 1.

Yoongi crashed into your back as he picked you up and flung you around, almost violently. This is all he wanted, you to succeed. He stopped shaking you around, yet he still held you off the floor, toes just brushing the tile as Tihex laughed.

“You two are like a pair of siblings.” Yoongi laughed as he felt you try to touch the ground, to which he lifted you higher. You had half a mind to place a weight spell on your body, but you knew he could counteract it with a relieving spell, so it would just be a waste of magic and time.

“We have a diner to go to!” He cheered. You grabbed his arms, panicking slightly as you raise your knees.

“Yoongi! No!” You felt him start to shift his body to travel in the shadows again, only this time, he’s taking you with him. “I’m still in my gowns!” Then, he sunk into the floor, taking you with him and zooming out, leaving Tihex wondering if he’d bring you back to finish your classes for the rest of the school day.

The ceremony for passing Spellcasters was 3 days later. Letters and messenger falcons (old school yes, but some folk refuses to conform to technology) were sent out to every parent of the successful students. Many showed to see their children come back with signs of a Familiar. Some whose child wasn’t shy even got to meet their child’s new Familiar’s first hand.

The robes for the ceremony were all the same style. As opposed to exam gowns that differ between the sexes, ceremonial gowns were all the same. A completely black get up for dark magic users and completely white for white magic users. Though there are some who dabble in both, they always lean more towards one than the other. Yours, of course, were pure white.

Long sleeves wide and rather comfortable. Fabric layered overcrossing over the chest and waist in diagonal cuts. Top piece cut into a square around the neck, and uncommon yet flattering attention to detail. The bottom was cut into pant sleeves, yet most certainly aren’t pants. They were large, fluttering and spacious. Though divided, they moved around your legs and feet like the skirt of a dress. Your hair was up, pushed into two thick hair ties, the handy work done by Yoongi himself. Finally, each student wore a numbered necklace of their rank. Yours was a golden 1 that rested on your chest.

You were gathered in a room with your fellow classmates, family and friends outside in the courts yards out front, holding small conversations here and there as well as taking congratulatory remarks for being top. The feeling still hadn’t sunk in yet that you passed. Now, here you were about to get your Familiar that has been chosen by fate.

Soon, a bell was chimed and each student went to their numbered chair. Chairs were lined in rows in the main building as the Spellcaster head professor stood on a small stage in front of a door leading to a private back room. The ceremony of Familiar and Master is entirely private, not even the professor may know unless the Master so chooses.

Interestingly enough, the order in which the students are called up to cast their spell and summon their familiar is from the bottom student to the top. So, you would be the final student to summon. Time ticked by, students going in and coming out with a neutral expression, some with mixed feelings and others practically dancing.

“Spellcaster 1,” the professor speaks and you stand, making your way to the stage door, white gown flicking your leather sandal covered feet. You stood in front of the door and took a shaky breath. “Good luck,” the professor spoke without even looking at you as you pushed the knob into the room down and stepped inside. You heard the door lock behind you as you looked around.

A summoning circle was in the middle of the room with a spellbook on an altar in the center. Open and bookmarked on the page in which the spell you needed was open and ready for reading. The room was flicking with floating, uneven orbs of light and it was dark. Black cloth hung from the ceiling covering the tiles from view as you stepped forward. You stopped in front of the altar and looked at the spell.

You knew this spell well, you had read and re-read it over and over again in hopes of one day finally being able to use it. Now was that time. You closed your eyes and took a breath, right before you opened your mouth and began to softly speak the incantation.

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Jungkook was sat in his room in his dorm which he somehow got all to himself. He was a late student to apply for a dorm room, so he was stuck with the last option, a one-person dorm with a single room, bathroom and kitchen. He didn’t mind though, being on his own in his own space was actually preferred. He sat at his desk, typing up an essay he had due for a class when he was dozing off.

He was jerked awake and startled when he thought he heard someone mumbling behind him. Spinning around in his twisting-rolly chair, he nearly flung himself out of it. No one was there, there couldn’t be. Wouldn’t be. He lived in this dorm alone and even if someone got inside, he could hear them. Turning back to his computer he left with a long line of ‘kkkkkkk’ after he dosed with his finger on the key, he backspaced and jerked when he felt a jolt of electricity shoot through him.

Jungkook kicked up, pushing his chair behind him as he stepped away from his computer and looked around. His body felt light and heavy, stuck in an uncomfortable balance. It was like he was on the verge of getting drunk, yet still not there and haven’t taken any shots.

Another jolt of shock made him shout in annoyance as he felt himself phase between consciousness. He rubbed his eyes, blinking once then twice before his wrist began to burn.

Shrieking, he wasn’t used to the idea of burning, given he wasn’t supposed to feel heat. It stung as he looked at to what he could have possibly done or what to see what was happening. A small burn was etching into the skin of his wrist. Circling his wrist like a bracelet in red, angry, raised skin. The pain made his body shift.

Breaking into a mid-shift form, his wings tore through the fabric of his shirt and stayed folded against his back. His horns twisted from the crown of his head as the scales on his neck and cheeks felt chilled. His fangs bit into his lip as his golden eyes glowed and his slit pupils dilated.

The burn soon finished etching it’s tribal pattern and ignited. Jungkook shouted as he slapped at it, waving to put the random flames out. Oddly enough, the fire engulfed his hand, yet it was only his wrist that continued burn. Soon, the fire snuffed itself out and all that was left was a black, tribal tattoo around his wrist.

“What the hell?” He whispered, out of breath and confused. Voice shaking and looking around, he wondered if he was somehow hexed.

His eyes burned and watered as he rubbed at them. Blinking once and then twice, he looked up to find himself somewhere that was most definitely not his dorm room. He stumbled backward. “What the fuck is happening?!” He was in a room with black cloth and stupid lights of what? Gas?

“Jungkook?” He whipped around, more than ready for any explanation as to what in the everloving hell was going on only to have his face fall when he saw you. Dressed in nothing but pure white garbs, you stared back into his half shifted form.

“What in the hell are you doing here? No, wait, where the hell is here? Where am I?!” He whipped his arms around as the short sleeves of his torn shirt showed his arms and wrist, to which you looked your eyes onto. Jungkook saw you looking wide-eyed at his wrist. He brought it up and pointed it at with his opposite hand. “Did you do this to me!?”

“I-” you started, looking around with a fallen face. He seethed as he stomped towards you, grabbing the rectangular collar of your gown and pulled you to your toes. “Jungkook, stop it!”

“What did you do, Salem!!”

“Release me!” You demanded as his hand immediately opened, dropping you and he took two prompt steps backward. As if he had lost his free will for a moment. He shook his head as he looked at his hand then to you.

“What did- did you just control me?” You didn’t answer, only pulled up the sleeve of your gown to show him the same burned on tattooed on your wrist he had on his. He looked at his wrist then to yours. “What?” He was so confused as the turn of events blew right over his head in terms of what was happening. You sighed as you pointed behind him to the spellbook on the altar.

He turned as he looked at the title of the incantation.

“Summoning and Binding of a… Familiar?” His voice shook as he read the title aloud. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” He spoke with a breath of disbelief. “I got bound?” He turned around. “To you?” He spoke with wide eyes and a wrinkled forehead from his raised brows. He pushed his hair back, his claws scraping his skin as he remembered he was still partially shifted.

He took a few calming breaths before tucking his wings back into his back and hiding his scales. His teeth shortened and his eyes reverted back to their wide pupils and whites. He cleared his throat as you stood there.

“What just happened was absolute subjugation. I gave you an order unquestionably and you were forced to obey it.” You rolled your sleeve back down to lay against your fingertips. “It’s a power that a Master holds over their Familiar,” you muttered. Jungkook cursed as he looked at his two sides.

One door was to his right, outside it was a small murmur of chatting. The Spellcasters must be outside that door. To his left was another door with the light from outside slipping through the cracks. He clicked his tongue as he stomped over to the outside door and opened it. Seeing the courts behind the school.

“You are not my Master, Y/n,” he spits as he stepped outside and slammed the door shut behind him. Leaving you the Master of a Familiar who never wanted you. Your one true wish crumbling at your feet. All good things, you feared, must always come to an end.

-TBC-

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the-velociruby · 5 years ago

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Bumblebee Lizard Kings

The air is humid. The trees were tall and covered in bright green leaves. The sky was clear and a light shade of blue. The sun shined its brightest at the current hour.

It was a seemingly perfect day in the Cretacious period.

A herd of Edmontosaurus roam through open space, a large field of grass and weeds surrounded by a forest line. They drank from a large lake at the base of a mountain, while feeding on the sparse patches of shrubbery throughout the field.

The large herbivores were spending their time idly, seeing no reason to rush themselves when they had nothing to fear. Each dinosaur had large muscular legs, thick tails, and mouths akin to a duck bill, full of thin conical teeth that were perfect for chewing plant matter into pulp.

As hadrosaurs, they had very few natural defenses. Unlike the Triceratops and their long horns or the Ankylosaurus with their clubbed tails, Edmontosaurus could only rely on their numbers and speed for survival. However, they were the largest species of hadrosaur, measuring over 40 feet long and weighing 4 metric tons; so size was another advantage they had. They were no sauropods but they had few predators, so they had no fear of vulnerability.

However, there was one killer who made them fear for their lives.

A low growl echoed from the trees. The whole herd collectively jerked up at the sound, startled and alert. What would disturb the peace now? What would interfere with their feeding? The answer came in the form of a massive animal marching towards them. A king among the dinosaurs.

A large Tyrannosaurus was approaching the herd, clearly on the hunt. She was colored in light to dark brown and black, with sharp yellow stripes painted across her sides, tail, and snout. From the top of her head to her back sprouted feathers that looked almost like hair, long and flowing as if it were golden fire. Her short left arm was muscular while her right was just a stub, torn off in a previous battle. Her eyes were focused and blood red, each with a horned crest jutting over them.

The paleontologists who would discover her fossilized skeleton affectionately gave her a nickname that meant ‘sunny little dragon.’ For now, this king’s name was Yang.

She charged towards the herd of the Edmontosaurus; simply laying their eyes on her made the large herbivores flee in panic. A proud hunter such as Yang always enjoyed the chase, but she had to be strategic. One false move, one wrong turn, then she’d miss her chance and likely go hungry for the day. Besides, she wasn’t just hunting for herself.

Although, other problems she faced were the particular prey in her sight. Edmontosaurus were fast for their size and agile enough to make turns that a Tyrannosaur could not. Another defense of theirs was sticking together as a herd, with numbers making it difficult for a predator to catch prey. Nonetheless, if Yang was patient and kept chase, then her opportunity would come.

And it did. One of the herd’s younger members broke off on its own. Fear and panic clouded its judgement. This was Yang’s chance, and it was close to perfect.

With a burst of speed and a deafening roar, Yang raced towards the fleeing animal. Once she was close enough, she swung her massive head into the Edmontosaurus’ side like a battering ram. She was certain that she cracked one of the herbivore’s ribs, if not a few. Instantaneously if fell to the ground, desperately trying to right itself but to no avail – the yellow king was already upon them.

Yang quickly seized her prey’s throat with her jaws and bit down. The neck was shattered, severed from the spinal cord, and its windpipe was crushed. The Edmontosaurus was dead in seconds. Yang did not enjoy taking a life, but she knew it was necessary for her survival. She wanted to give it a quick death, nearly painless.

There was nothing an Edmontosaurus like this one could do. It’s size was irrelevant, numbers were ineffective, and speed was meaningless. There was nothing they could do to defeating a king. An Edmontosaurus could only hope on pure luck when it came to escaping the Tyrannosaurus.

With her prey defeated Yang roared triumphantly to the sky, letting the entire region know that a king had made a kill. The herd had stopped running, watching their companion taken down by the golden Tyrannosaur. Wasting no time, she grabbed the dinosaur’s corpse and dragged along with her as she walked towards the forest, intending to eat in her personal dwelling. For most Tyrannosaurs this was a feat too difficult to achieve, but for Yang this was more than easy.

Besides, she didn’t make that kill just for herself. She had a family to feed.

Far deeper in the forest, where the trees were thickest and where less light was visible, another Tyrannosaur was resting. She was mostly colored black with a white underbelly, and on her back and sides were a series of violet pots, similar to a leopard of the modern era. Atop her head and neck were black feathers that were similar to hair and her eyes were like amber orbs.

Another feature of hers that was incredibly uncommon among Tyrannosaurs were a pair of large cat-like ears sprouting from the top of her head, just behind the base of her skull. Among the dinosaurs she was a deviant, an animal with a feature common among mammals or other non dinosaur animals. Both of her ears were covered in black fur; her right ear was scarred, showing signs of damage. She was bitten by a former mate, a fake king and a bastard who was slain long ago.

Paleontologists would give her a nickname that meant black flower, as several belladonna flowers were found at the site of her discovery. For now, this king of the dinosaurs was named Blake.

Like most of her days, she was spending her time napping on the ground, thankful for the shade keeping her cool. It was her favorite activity, despite the inherent inactivity of it, to lie wherever she was comfortable and rest for as long as she desired. She couldn’t stay asleep forever though, as she was on guard duty.

Blake watched her offspring, two little prince tyrannosaurs play fighting with each other to pass the time. Both were black with yellow stripes, their small feathers a mix of gold and violet, and they shared a pair of feline ears each; they both resembled a blend of their mothers. Sometimes the two could be a bit of a bother every now and then, nipping at her and urging her to play with them. Nonetheless, Blake was more than willing to look over her energetic young.

The family’s ears collectively perked up when they heard a call in the distance. A familiar presence was approaching, alongside the smell of fresh meat coming into range. The children were excited and Blake was waiting in anticipation for her mate’s return. Finally, Yang entered their home with food in hand.

The pups were ecstatic, eager to feast on the herbivore’s body. Yang quickly tore off a small strip of meat for them and they dug in. She fondly watched her children eat, so much so that she didn’t see her beloved stand up and nuzzled her affectionately. Yang soon returned the adoration, rubbing her snout and head against Blake’s neck.

Since the moment they met, Blake and Yang ruled over the region for six years. Their reign had put them both through many trials, including a mutual enemy they killed. Over time and through effort, there was nothing they could not overcome; nothing they could not achieve; and nothing they could not do together.

Now, Yang and Blake were kings of the dinosaurs, raising their children together for the coming future. They had each other to protect and to live for. They were happy, from this time forward and forevermore.

Hey this is my thing for @bmblbweek! This was meant for the AU day prompt, but I unfortunately I was struggling with a few personal situations and some lack of motivation. Oh well, my apologies for the lateness (I guess it can cout for the bonus day? I dunno). I had the idea of Yang & Blake being tyrannosaurs for a while, and I wanted to see how I could write a day in the life of dinosaur and incorporate the love and relationship Y&B have. I hope everyone who sees this enjoys reading it!

#rwby #bumbleby #bumblebyweek #bmblbweek #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #velo’s fics

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artistic-writer · 6 years ago

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Love Finds a Way : CS Jurassic World AU : Ch 5

Title: Love Finds a Way by @artistic-writer

Summary: Emma Swan is the Head of Operations for David Nolan’s exotic adventure park, Jurassic World. She has a son, Henry, and is loved and respected by her colleagues. Her life was perfect until a new dinosaur the park created, Indominus Rex, decided to escape. Oh, and her one night stand, Killian Jones - he’s there to help contain the asset. Just to complicate things even more. Jurassic World AU.

Rating: M (for people getting eaten) Chapter Warning: Major Character Death.

Also on: AO3 - FF

A/N: Here is chapter 5! A little later than usual, and it is absolutely 100% for @resident-of-storybrooke who is not only my kick ass beta, but PASSED!!!!! <3 <3

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The brief phone call from his boss and Henry’s mother hadn’t dissuaded Graham to prove he was much cooler than Killian ever could be. He had taken the Gyrosphere much further than he had intended, far across the valley, silencing the return warnings by muting the screen. They were gliding along the grassland, when all of a sudden, there was an almighty roar than made Graham slam on the brakes.

“What was that?” Henry asked quickly, scanning the flat grass for any sign of dinosaurs in distress.

“I’m not sure,” Graham frowned, craning his neck to look behind them.

“It sounded close,” Henry said nervously, looking to Graham for reassurance once more.

“It’s nothing,” Graham assured him with a weak smile. He pointed up ahead, a group of four Ankylosaurus grazing beneath the shade of a giant tree not ten feet away. The huge, armoured dinosaurs paid them no attention, pulling at the long grass with their beak like mouths, small grunts on content exchanged between them as they grazed. “See, just some-”

“Ankylosaurus,” Henry finished for him, staring out nervously. He fidgeted his hands in his lap, squinting at the tree that seemed to shimmer under his gaze. Henry blinked a few times, clearing his vision, before realising what he was seeing.

“Yeah, right, just four dinosaurs getting lunch,” Graham told him. He wasn’t going to lie, he was a little nervous too. The sound was high pitched and sounded like something much, much bigger; nothing like the sound the Ankylosaurs were making.

“Five,” Henry corrected him, his voice a barely there whisper. “There are five dinosaurs.”

Graham squinted, counting again. The herd moved a little and he moved his head from side to side, trying to see if he had miscounted. “Aren’t you supposed to be smart?” He teased, pointing to each of the dinosaurs as he counted them again. “One, two, three, four. Four dinosaurs.”

“Five,” Henry said in a shaky voice. He lifted his arm slowly, the shimmer in the trees turning into a dinosaur, one neither of them had ever seen before. She was huge, at least fifty feet long and towered over them in the tiny, glass sphere. Her reptilian skin shifted into a more natural colour, an off grey mixed with green, and at the end of her arms were the longest claws Henry had ever seen. She rose up on her hind legs, a snuffling growl emitted from her throat as she opened her long, wide anchored jaws and roared the sound they had heard earlier.

The Ankylosaurs began to flee, their heavily plated bodies and their bulbous, bone tail tip slowing them down as the unknown dinosaur attacked, her long jaws opening wide enough to fit around the body of the one of the other dinosaurs. She couldn’t clamp them closed because of the row of horn like spikes that run along the side of the dinosaur, and the Ankylosaurus swung its tail, missing the huge carnivore and smashing the front of the gyrosphere.

Henry screamed, the ball spinning faster than was comfortable, finally hitting one of the branches of the trees behind them and losing power with a whirring sound. Henry looked to Graham, his pack clutched in his hands as the gyrosphere slid sideways and suspended them upside down in the globe, finally coming to rest in a position that gave them full few of the fight before them.

The carnivore had only tried to bite the Ankylosaurus once before she realised it was futile, inside timing her attack just right and slicing into the animal's leg with her huge, scythe like claws. The herbivore went down, the ground shaking under her eight tonne weight, and the bigger dinosaur simply rolled it over like it was nothing. Effortlessly, ignoring the sorrowful wails and the short, stubby legs that flailed in the air, the carnivore stepped onto the belly of the Ankylosaurus to pin it down, took its head in her massive, teeth laden jaws and snapped its neck.

Henry turned away, shaking in fear, whilst Graham was paralyzed in his upside position, transfixed on the dinosaur in front of him. He had no idea what it was, or where it had come from, but he knew it was bad news.

“We’re safe in here, right?” Henry asked him, whispering the words so as not to attract the dinosaur less than twenty feet in front of them.

“Totally safe,” Graham lied unconvincingly with a quick nod as he tried in vain to rev the Gyrosphere. He hadn’t noticed his cell phone fall out of his pocket to the glass below, and when it started vibrating because of another incoming call from Emma, Graham reached out for the device as it buzzed across the glass.

Neither of them had noticed the silence that had fallen over the plains at first, but soon Henry, shaking and quivering in his upside-down position, realised something was wrong. He looked up, the carnivore in front of them staring at him with dark, malicious intent, her huge head and marble like eye the only thing visible because she was so close.

“Graham,” Henry whispered quickly, eyes wide and body totally froze in fear.

“I’ve almost got it, Henry, hold on,” Graham grunted, his shoulder pinching against the seatbelt across his torso as he stretched even harder for the phone.

“No, Graham, look,” Henry gasped, pointing out towards the dinosaur. Graham’s head snapped up to meet the gaze of the unknown species of dinosaur in front of them. She was staring right at them, her interest now long since lost with the dead dinosaur previously in her grasp. She was just outside the Gyrosphere, only a layer of glass between them at her, and she let out a hissing growl and narrowed her eye, the fire coloured orb flicking between them. She blinked, her inner eyelid sliding over her eyeball with a wet sound, before she rose to her feet once more and stepped sideways around the Gyrosphere.

“What’s she doing?” Henry squeaked, craning his neck to see where she had gone. She cast a huge shadow over them, plunging the Gyrosphere into darkness.

Graham didn’t have time to answer before the huge dinosaur spun them around, her long, razor sharp claws scraping over the glass surface like nails on a chalkboard. She took a step back, pulling her muscular arms towards herself and rolling the glass orb until she could see her prize inside. Her middle claw, at least five foot long, pierced the bullet proof glass with ease in one swipe, her other claws cracking the area around it in a spiderweb pattern.

Indominus rolled them even further forward, peering down into the Gyrosphere like an inquisitive child. Henry pinched his eyes closed, unable to watch as she inspected them, her teeth stained yellow and chipped on some of their tips, still dripping with the blood of her recent kill. It wasn’t clear if she was hungry, or killing for fun, but like an inquisitive child, she had discovered something new and wanted it immediately.

Her massive jaws opened once more, widening to an unnatural angle that finally made them both scream. Henry pulled his legs up towards his body as if making himself smaller would somehow save him. Graham threw an arm out towards Henry beside him, his hand shaking as it grabbed hold of the boy in his charge, a last ditch effort to protect him. The Indominus closed her mouth around the Gyrosphere, the glass fogging up instantly and the rancid smell of her breath filtering in through the hole she has made with her claw. She couldn’t get a grip, her tongue rippling against the rounded surface until she pushed down hard and her jaws pierced the glass.

She was smart and knew she couldn't get them out through the top, so she clenched her massive jaws hard and lifted the Gyrosphere with ease. She slammed it down against the ground and the curved edge behind their seats smashed into a million tiny shards, littering the grass. Graham looked beside him and noticed the tree line whizz past his vision as the Indominus smashed them into the ground again, his heart pounding over the sound of Henry’s screaming.

“Henry, when I say run, I want you to run as fast as you can for the trees,” Graham shouted over Henry’s screeching, pointing out towards the line of tall, lush trees. His hand found Henry’s buckle, gripping his own just as hard. “You ready?” Henry gave him a nod, his body jolting forward when they were banged into the ground again.

Indominus picked them up again and Graham pressed both buckles at the same time, the latches giving with two identical clicks and both of their bodies sliding out of the blue, plastic seats. They hit the ground with a bump, Henry’s forehead hitting a flat stone and splitting open instantly. Blood trickled into his eyes and all he felt was Graham yanking him to his feet, the daylight blinding him and his heartbeat pounding in his ears as his legs carried him away from the carnage behind him.

“Run!” Graham shouted, but his words had alerted the Indominus, who paused, spying them with her beady eye and shook her head to free the glass ball stuck in her jaws. The Gyrosphere was destroyed, falling apart as she scratched it from her mouth, dropping to all fours and roared out her frustration with a screeching sound. “Go, Henry, run!” Graham encouraged again, making sure the lad was in front of him the whole time as they fled.

They ran into the trees, the cooler forest offering them no escape. Graham hadn’t realised but it was not a forest as he had initially thought, but simply a line of trees. Henry cried out, clutching his pack straps as he ran, the wind whipping at his face and making his sliced forehead sting. The grass suddenly became longer as they exited the trees, Henry lifting his little legs higher than comfortable to try and keep his speed. Huge, thundering footsteps echoed out behind them and Graham looked around to see the Indominus crashing through the tree line that had offered them no sanctuary, branches breaking under her force.

They couldn’t outrun the dinosaur, Graham knew that. She was simply too big, her stride helping her catch up to them in no time at all. His brain spun, trying to scan the environment for a way out, or even a way to hide Henry. He was the most important thing and it was his job to protect him, even if it meant the ultimate sacrifice.

“Woah!” Henry shouted and when Graham turned back around, he skidded to a stop at the top of a huge waterfall, the crystal clear water cascading over some darkened rocks and tumbling into a blue lagoon below. “What do we do now?!” He cried, grabbing Graham’s arm in a panic.

“We jump!” Graham shouted over the roar of the water, the ground shaking as the Indominus approached.

“I can’t!” Henry whined, his brow caked in blood as he shook his head, his lip trembling with a mixture of adrenaline and fear.

“You can,” Graham told him firmly, grabbing his shoulders, shaking him still and looking him straight in the eye. “You are the bravest boy I know, Henry, okay? You can do this.” Henry gave a weak nod, psyching himself up for the fall, his body stiffening in Graham’s hands. “On my count,” Graham said with a nod. “One, two, three!”

They had run out of time, Graham knew that. His encouraging meant only one of them was making it off this cliff face alive so, with a sob, Graham heaved a grunt, picking up Henry like he was weightless and throwing him out over the cliff face as far as he could. He watched, panic flushing over him as Henry’s scream was replaced with the sound of splashing, the boy hitting the water below. Graham felt time stand still, the froth and bubbles at the bottom of the fall hiding Henry’s shadow, and it felt like an eternity before he saw Henry’s pack, filled with air, pull him to the surface before his world went black.

The Indominus grabbed him in her jaws, crushing his body like it was nothing, puncturing holes in his torso and neck. Graham went limp, his life extinguishing as soon as she had grabbed him, his neck snapped by her enormous, blunted teeth and the immense pressure of her bite. She chomped down on the human in her mouth like a dog with a toy, tasting the fresh blood on her huge, flat tongue that trickled down her throat like syrup as she grabbed Graham’s leg and pulled it from his body. Like a bird of prey, she gulped him down, tossing his leg aside with a satisfied growl. She peered over the cliff, claws chipping off bits of rocks as she clenched them into the edge and let out a mighty roar.

Henry gargled, coughing out a mouth full of the water, his face streaked with a trickle of pink that he hastily wiped from his eyes. He has slipped off his pack and was holding it like a buoyancy aid, arms resting over it as he looked around for Graham and kicked his legs in the warm, tropical water. He could swim, thankfully Killian had taught him, but when he didn’t see his carer surface beside him, he began to fret.

The roar of the Indominus caught his attention and Henry looked up to see her scowling down at him over the cliff, fresh, bright red blood dripping from her jaws and mixing in with the flow of water. Another growl sounded out, her throat vibrating the noise that hurt his ears, before she stalked off, her steps fading into silence. Graham was gone, he realised that now, and Henry twisted his body in the water and began pulling himself towards the shore.

When he reached it he was near exhausted, the effort required by his tiny legs to propel himself away from a waterfall that was trying desperately to suck him making his legs burn. The shoreline was basically dirt, but Henry grabbed at some waterside grass and pulled himself into the slick muddiness, rolling over onto his back and staring up at the sky. He grabbed his pack to his chest, patting it and thanking whoever was listening, fighting the urge to cry about his fallen friend.

“Thanks, lucky pack,” he sobbed, his breath hitching and his eyelids squeezing a tear out as he blinked. “Thanks, Graham.”

Emma had calmed somewhat by the time Killian had steered her towards an official park use only Hummer. It was ginormous, but they would probably need it to go off-road in search of Henry, the chunky tires already covered with dried on mud from its last outing. Emma stared absently out of the window, watching the trees whip past the car as they headed out to the last GPS location that pinged from Graham’s phone. All employees had GPA enabled cell phones, allowing the control room to find them in the event of an accident.

Or an emergency. Or worse.

Ruby had told them that Graham hadn’t moved from his location in over thirty minutes, and Emma had begun to worry. It would mean one of only two things, both of which set her heart into a panic over Henry. If Graham was alive, he would be unreachable because he had simply lost his phone, but if he was dead? Emma didn’t want to think about what that meant for her son, and stifled a sob behind her hand as she clutched it over her mouth casually.

“Henry’s alright,” Killian said softly, his eyes glued to the road ahead of them. The dirt road was littered with debris from the trees above, clearly unused that often, but it was the quickest way to the GPA location they were heading to.

“How can you know that?” Emma snapped, although she didn’t mean to. She studied Killian’s profile, disguising her fear behind a voice that had been roughened by the lump in her throat.

“I know Henry,” Killian said with a small smile, finally looking across the cab to her. “He is a clever boy,” Killian said proudly.

“But that’s just it,” Emma growled. “He is a boy. Killian, he doesn’t know what’s happening. He might be scared, or hurt, or worse!” Emma swallowed another sob, her entire body fighting with her brain for the right to cry, and she turned her face away from his so he couldn’t see her.

Killian understood her anger completely because he was just as petrified for her son, the boy he had come to care for as more than just a friend. He loved Henry, but he knew he would never have the maternal dread that Emma was currently experiencing. “Love-” he began, but she cut him off sharply.

“Don’t,” she whined, her voice almost nothing but a squeak as she buried her face in the material of her chair so he couldn’t see her tears.

He let her be, fighting the urge to reach out and place a comforting hand on her thigh, beside her leg or lace his fingers in hers as he watched the back of her head and saw her shoulders bounce a little with her cries. He gripped the steering wheel like it was the only thing left to do, letting his eyes close for longer than it was safe to do so before a chirp from the sat nav unit told him to go off road through a gap in the trees.

The suspension of the Hummer kept them mostly stable as it crawled it’s way over the grassy plains ahead of them. It was the only sound they could hear, the rumble of the V8 engine, which was unusual considering their field was usually packed full of herbivores. Maybe they had all headed down to the river to drink? It was baking hot after all. Killian’s heart plummeted to the pit of his stomach when the Hummer crested a hill and Emma gasped at the horrific sight before them.

The long tail of an Apatosaurus lay motionless in front of them and Killian let out a sad sigh at the sight. She had been attacked, unable to flee her predator because of her cumbersome body and inability to run. Long, bleeding claw lines marked her skin, her flesh torn open across her hip, shoulder, and belly, flies already making themselves at home in her wounds.

And then she took a deep breath and Killian’s heart shattered in his chest.

“Stay here,” he said sadly, grabbing his short barrelled gun and pushing the Hummer door open with a grunt. He couldn’t watch her suffer any longer than he had to, looping the gun over his shoulder as he cautiously paced the length of her body. His eyes scanned the horizon, looking for any signs of the dinosaur that had inflicted such wounds, but the plains were deserted, the smell of her already rotting flesh a sure indication of the time that had passed.

The Apatosaurus took another deep breath, her lungs rattling as she did, surely filling with fluid. She was still, unable to move anything but her eyes as Killian approached her head and knelt down beside her. Emma watched from the cab, wiping her face before fresh, new tears for the beast before her could well in her eyes. She couldn’t stay behind, instead pushing her own door open despite Killian’s warning and stepping out of the vehicle.

Her heels sunk into the ground as she walked towards him, the length of the dying dinosaur between them taking some time to walk. Emma balled her hands at her sides, nerves making her palms sweat. She had never been this close to a dinosaur before, in all the time she had been at the park, and for a second she felt guilty about all the things she had ever thought about them. They were not stupid, they were not just animals, and as the Apatosaurus took another long, gargling breath when Emma passed by her chest, she couldn’t stop the tears of sympathy rolling down her cheeks.

“I know, I know,” Killian whispered soothingly to the dinosaur, his lips pressed so close to the side of her head that Emma nearly didn’t hear him. She groaned, the sound a little higher pitched than before and her eyes rolled open to stare at Emma, the whites of her eyes visible like she was scared to the human in front of her. “Shhhh, now lass,” Killian whispered again, his fingertips stroking over the bump on her head.

Emma knelt down, ignoring the dampness of the blood covered grass as it clung to her skirt. She swallowed hard, desperately trying to ignore the sting in her throat as she watched the Apatosaurus blink again and take a much shorter breath.

“She’s drowning,” Killian said sorrowfully, stroking the side of the dinosaur’s head. “It’s alright, girl,” he soothed again, lowering his voice once more as he addressed the herbivore. “It’s alright.”

Emma reached out a shaking hand and flattened it to the dinosaurs cheek. The ridges of her skin were unexpectedly warm, heated by the blazing hot sun from where she had laid down for so long. Emma’s fingers splayed out over the reptilian flesh and her fingertips brushed against Killian’s, but neither of them moved their hands away. He looked up at her, noticing the water in her eyes and covered her hand with his as the dinosaur took her last, fleeting breath.

A single tear sprang from Emma’s eyelids and fell, splashing silently against the skin on the back of Killian’s hand. He sighed, sitting back on his heels and withdrawing his hand from Emma’s, shaking his head as his compassion faded and his anger resurfaced. He didn’t need to say anything because he had a feeling Emma already knew what he would say, and he didn’t need to add to her anxiety. A bird flying from the ground caught his attention suddenly and he looked over to his left, off down the hillside, and took a sharp breath, his brow furrowing.

He pushed himself to his feet, ignored by the still stunned Emma, and slipped his weapon off his shoulder into a more ready position. He lowered it again pretty quickly when he assessed the situation to be more one of sadness that danger. The entire plain was littered with dead bodies, every herbivore cut down, savagely mutilated and spread out across the grassland. Crows and other omnivorous birds picked at the bodies, their squabbling caws the only sound they could hear over the swish of the grass in the wind.

“It didn’t eat them,” Killian said with a frown, his jaw falling open a little in shock. Emma joined him, covering her face with her hands and gasping at the horrific sight before her. “It’s killing them for fun,” Killian surmised.

“Henry,” Emma sighed her son’s name the only word she could say as a wave of panic washed over her again.

“Come on,” Killian coaxed, wrapping an arm around her and turning her away from the carnage. “Let’s go.”

They were back in the Hummer before Emma realised, her body still numb and in shock from what she had seen. She stared down at her hands in her lap, the feel of the Apatosaurus as it took its last breath still etched into her memory and fingertips. “What have we done?” she breathed, not realising it was out loud.

“Not you, love,” Killian defended her quickly, looking over to her and finally reaching out to place his hand in hers. It snapped her from her daze and she quickly slipped her hand free from his when she felt the blush creep up over her cheeks. He retracted his hand and cleared his throat awkwardly. “This isn’t your fault.”

“That dinosaur-” She murmured.

“Will be stopped, Emma, I promise you.” Emma looked over to him at his words, her puffy eyes not quite showing the faith in him as he had expected. He couldn’t blame her though, because the Indominus had already wiped out an entire containment team and half of the population of Apatosaurus in the park. “I promise,” he reiterated more firmly.

Emma’s huge intake of air and paling expression shook him alert and he followed her gaze to the scene in front of her. Gyrosphere number seven, the one that had been missing since Henry and Graham had gone AWOL, was a crumpled mess of broken glass and twisted metal, a spark flaring from the broken electronics intermittently. They were both out of the Hummer before it had even settled into position on the grass beneath the tires, Killian scanning the area with his finger set tightly on the trigger of his shotgun.

The celebrity endorsed safety video sounded out, the voice broken and computerized between buzzes, clearly damaged. Killian approached, settling the weapon back over his shoulder when he was content it was safe and spied a huge, coffee coloured tooth poking out from the wrecked frame. Emma glanced around them for any sign of her son but quickly focused back on Killian as he reached behind his back and pulled his knife free from its sheath.

“What is it?” Emma asked quietly, her skin itching with anticipation. Killian jabbed his knife into the metal, wrenching it sideways and pulling the tooth free, inspecting the huge off white tip for any signs of blood. Emma felt her entire body sag with overwhelming panic, her breathing rapidly increasing as she stepped towards Killian and they began searching the area more thoroughly.

“No, no no!” Emma whimpered, her breath hitching in her throat as she rushed to what she had seen on the ground. There, covered in dirt and its screen smashed into a million pieces, was Graham’s phone. She reached out and picked it up, the flimsy feeling phone only held together by its rugged casing. Her hands shook when she realised the crack in the screen had likely been caused by the point of a tooth.

“Hey,” Killian called, pulling her attention away from the broken device. Emma spun around to face him, eyes wide with fear that he quickly abated with his next words. “They made it out,” he said confidently, nodding behind her to where he spotted two sets of footprints leading away from the turfed up ground.

“Thank God,” Emma sighed, pushing herself to her feet and rushing after the track marks, Killian hot on her heels.

The tracks lead across the grass and through some trees, a huge gaping hole clearly a sign of the Indominus having burst through the line of wood. Killian rushed passed Emma, clutching his gun at his side as he focused on finding the source of his interest; the roaring sound of water. Just beyond some tall reeds, he found it, the sheer drop over the waterfall making his heart stop. He knew Henry could swim, he had taught him, and he prayed to whatever Gods were listening that Henry had jumped.

Emma caught up to him quickly, noticing the huge tread marks of the dinosaur chasing the smaller human ones, her eyes focusing on the lack of footprints on either side of the cliff edge. “Oh my God, they jumped!” Emma screamed, elated. “They made it!”.

Killian surveyed the area, noting the splattering of blood around the water's edge and the distinct smell of rotting flesh in the air. He wrinkled his nose, straining his ears to hear for the tell tale buzzing of flies, before stepping a few feet sideways and peering into a reed bed. There, nestled just outside of the water and held aloft in some vibrant green foliage, was a human leg. It was too long to be Henry’s, too muscular to be anything but adult too, and Killian gulped hard in relief. “Not all of them,” he said sadly.

Emma rushed to his side, peering over his shoulder and immediately recoiling in disgust at the sight. She screamed, a high pitched sound ringing out through the valley and bouncing off the nearby treeline. Killian was at her side in an instant, silencing her with a hand clamped firmly over her mouth and a finger pressed to his lips.

“Shhhhh!” he scolded, shooting a glance around. The leg was fresh, starting to rot because of the heat, but the blood had not yet dried at the detached end, which meant the Indominus could still be close by.

Emma shook herself free, pulling his hand from her mouth with a huff and trying to ignore the way his woody, masculine scent had invaded her senses. “I’m not one of your damn animals,” she growled, stepping back from him.

“Hey!” He scolded in a hushed whisper. “Henry is alive, but you and I will not be if you continue to scream like that.” Emma relaxed, knowing he was right and quickly shooting a nervous glance around them.

“So, what now? You can track his footprints? Pick up his scent, something like that, right?” Emma whispered hurriedly, flapping her hands around in between them. She was being optimistic, Killian knew that, but she was also being ridiculous.

Killian ground his jaw in frustration. “I was with the Navy, not the Navajo,” he growled on a whisper.

“So, what do we do? How do we find him?” Emma prodded quickly.

“You get back to control,” Killian suggested gruffly. “I’ll find him.”

Emma raised an eyebrow at him and waved her hand between them once more. “We’ll find him,” she said insistently.

“You’ll last two minutes out here,” Killian told her, his word firm and tinged with worry. He was not mocking her, he was simply worried about losing her, but of course, he couldn’t tell her that. He let his eyes rake over her body and back up again, fixing his gaze on her once more. “Less in those ridiculous shoes,” he argued weakly, pointing at her heels.

Emma’s lips pulled into a tight level line on her face, her rage threatening to surface once more. She was sick of Killian treating her like the delicate flower he knew she wasn’t, pretending to protect her at every opportunity. She grabbed at the gold buckle of her designer belt that held her blouse closed, wrenching it open and not missing the way Killian’s eyes flicked down to take in her newly exposed skin. Emma tugged at her sleeves, rolling them up over her elbows to mirror his shirt and let out a long sigh, hands resting on her hips.

“What...what does that mean?” Killian asked her dumbly, fighting the urge to look down at her cleavage once more.

“It means let’s go,” Emma stated confidently. “I’m ready to find Henry.” Killian let his gaze roam over her again, trying to ignore the way his heart fluttered at the memory of how smooth her legs were as they rubbed against the back of his calves.

“Alright, but I’m in charge,” he challenged, knowing it would make her irritated to lose control. “You need to do everything I say, exactly as I say it.”

“Excuse me?” Emma narrowed her eyes at him, craning her neck sideways.

“Relax, love,” Killian teased, his lips twisting into a small smile. “It will be just like taking a stroll through the woods,” he told her, watching his hands arm his weapon with well practiced ease. “Sixty-five million years ago,” he said more seriously, knowing full well the dangers they would be in.

“He’s my son, Killian,” Emma said firmly, catching his stare and holding his eyes with her own, pleading with him almost to help her find the courage. He was enchanted every time she looked at him, and now was no exception. She would do anything for her son, he knew that.

“I know,” Killian nodded softly. “We’ll find him.” Killian stepped sideways, motioning for Emma to pass him which she did with a confident stride, arms swinging at her sides and head held high.

Killian’s foot slipped into a water-filled puddle beside him, that on closer inspection turned out to be a giant footprint, perfectly pressed into the soft ground. It was huge, the Indominus’ claws clearly visible in the track mark and Killian licked his lips nervously. He had no idea what the lab had been thinking when they had created this thing, only knowing one thing for sure; He didn��t want to meet her again any time soon.

#love finds a way #ch5 #jw au #cs au #cs fic #jurassic world au #major character death #fanfic for fanart

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seijuurouxryuu · 6 years ago

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We Are Not Meant To Be (But We Are)

Title: We're Not Meant To Be (But We Are) Author: Shiro (TeitoxAkashi [AO3]/ seijuurouxryuu [tumblr]) Rating: T Pairing: Reborn/ Hibari Kyouya, Yamamoto Takeshi/ Sawada Tsunayoshi, (one-sided)Hibari Kyouya/ Yamamoto Takeshi, (one-sided) Reborn/ Sawada Tsunayoshi Event: @khrrarepairweek Prompt: Bodyguard/ Hitman AU | Kidnapping Tags/Warnings: No Archive Warning, Graphic Deciptions of Violence, mentioned of drugs

Day 6: Cloud Day

Hibari glared at him. "Quit it." He tried to turn around again but Reborn held him back. "Wait."

"What do you want?"

Reborn looked at him and sighed. "I know that you like Yamamoto."

AO3

Watching Yamamoto chattering and smiling brightly at Sawada annoyed Hibari a lot. Every day, he would hear the Rain laugh at whatever Sawada said, joking with him, holding him. Whenever he managed to see them together, he could see the affection from them, the sickening tenderness in their eyes for each other.

Hibari hated it.

His mouth would run dry, rage bubbling in him followed by cold shiver down his spine. He would unconsciously clench his jaw, curled his hands into fist, wanting nothing but to bite someone to death.

And yet, when he saw them so happy, he couldn't do anything. When he saw them together, contented, he couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't find any will to even try and break them up.

They deserve each other, fitted like puzzle pieces, complimenting each other in every step, every movement. They were meant to be.

And Hibari knew that.

So he turned around, looking away each time and leave. He left every time, but the cold loneliness in his heart did not. Never did, and perhaps never will.

"Yo, Hibari." He looked back from his perch on the window stilt, gazing far away, watching the foreign land that was never his home, to see Reborn by the door, leaning against it with his arms crossed. The hitman was holding a folder, which he suspected it to be his next mission.

He grunted at him and turned, facing the hitman fully. The now physically adult hitman seemed to be amused at that and sauntered into the skylark's room, handing him the folder. "Hunt. Yes?"

Hibari's eyes flitted over the words before he closed the folder. He stood up and headed out. "Let's go." Reborn rolled his eyes at that before following, easily falling into steps beside the younger man.

Blood. There was blood everywhere. None were their as they go on rampage, never holding back. Horrified scream rang out in the air as they slaughtered through the crowd, fire burning in the background. Multiple gunshots resonated in the air along with the screams, the smell of iron in the air increases.

The herbivores ran, and they both let them, concentrating on those who were still up and fighting- futilely- against them. They would let them run, let them have the small moment of hope, but they were not done with them. Hibari whirled around, his chain from his tonfa circling around him and took out some, clipped some. He brought his tonfa down and crushed the head of one man whose name and face he didn't bother knowing with one blow.

The blood splattered on his face didn't bother him, neither did it stop his killing frenzy. If anything, the feel, colour and smell of blood increased his thirst for more.

He ducked down low and did a 360, catching the one who tried to punch him with his thigh and pulled himself up as the man tried to claw him off. He smirked, lips pulled back to show his teeth and twisted the man's head off, pulling it out from the neck. He jumped away and landed gracefully on the red floor, flooded with blood. He threw the head up and down, ignoring how the flesh seemed to splatter all around.

He wondered if a certain Rain were to throw this head at someone, would it punch through, or would the head shatter first.

He scowled and threw away the head at that, annoyance bubbling in him. He flicked his tonfa and the chain swung, cutting down someone with the speed it was going before the chain shortened.

Reborn, a few feet away from him, roundhouse-kicked someone, throwing them back before he pulled another trigger at someone else. He could see through the corner of his eyes that Hibari was overpowering the crowd that decided to team up against him, could feel the shift in emotions in the man. He clicked off the empty magazine of his gun and swiftly snapped in a new one, kneecapping someone on their left leg. The pitiful man screamed, clutching onto his leg. Reborn had to give him his credit when he noticed that there was no way he could win against the two of them.

That no one can win against the Strongest Hitman in the World and Vongola's Strongest Guardian.

"P-please! M-my wife and kids! I-if you kill me, w-what would they do?!"

But still, stupid.

"That's overused." Reborn hummed, sauntering closer. He leaned on one leg, smirked as his dark eyes glinted. "Tell me something more interesting, and maybe I'll let you go, hm?" The man stuttered an affirmative hastily. "Great!" Reborn chirped cheerily. He tapped his chin as though he was contemplating. "Hmm, let see. Ah! Right!" He leaned down, looming.

"What's the drug that your boss decided to develop?"

The man hesitated for a moment. Reborn tutted and aimed at his right leg. "W-w-wait! I-I don't know!" He pulled the trigger as the man screamed, dropping onto the ground.

"P-p-please! I really don't know!" He shot at his torso, deliberately avoiding the lungs and heart. "Next will be your head if you don't tell the truth~" He sing-sang, shifting his aim to the head.

"E-Ecstasy!" The man blurted out. "I-it's a sort of ecstasy and aphrodisiac! I- I heard that whoever that takes it experience a sort of black out during the whole time yet still feel a high that felt like a dream! That's all I know! Honest!"

Reborn hummed. The man doesn't seemed to be lying. "T-there's information on the drug i-in the research room!"

"Oh?"

"Y-yeah! T-the research room is linked to boss's room." Reborn paused, reading the man, taking him off piece by piece in his head. The man was sweating profusely, but he wasn't lying. He had just spilled the Famiglia secret without any remorse. He smiled. "What's your name?"

"E-eh? Uhm- Giuseppe."

His smile stretched an inch. "Well, thank you for your information, Giuseppe. With this, I'll grant you the fastest way to die!"

"W-w-wait! You said you'd let me go if I tell you something!"

Reborn nodded. "Yep, I did. And you did told me something interesting. But," He drawled. "You just broke the Omerta. You would ended up being killed anyway. I'll do it for you instead. Consider this an honor."

He smirked and pulled the trigger with one last parting words, ignoring the loud protests. "Le mie condoglianze."

The bullet went through the head as it lolled back, lifeless. Reborn hummed and turned away, flicking the blood of his hand and gun. His eyes scanned the blood tainted room, fire burning down the curtains and some of the furniture. The fire was the least of Reborn's concern as his eyes locked on Hibari's bloodied figure.

He had already dealt with the rest of the enemies- no- victims, stomping on one's head until it reduced to nothing but bits and pieces of flesh and gore that clung onto his shoes. Instead of the pure glee of bloodlust he had earlier, it had shifted into thick annoyance and irritation, killing intent increased ten fold.

Reborn watched, let the younger man take everything out on the already dead body. He knew why he was like that after all. Recently, Hibari had been distant, far more distant that he usually was. Whenever he spotted Tsuna and Yamamoto together, he had this look on his face before he avoids them quietly. Whenever Reborn saw him looking at the couple, he would see the tension in the shoulders, the curl of his fist, the anger burning in those sliver eyes.

He knew what were those.

It was the sign of jealousy.

Hibari did a really good job at hiding them, but Reborn could tell.

Because he himself had that look whenever he saw how happy Tsuna was with the Rain before his attention was diverted.

He tilted his head slightly, face blank before he called out. "Oi, Hibari!" The skylark jerked once before stopping. He whirled around and locked eyes with the hitman, sliver-blue orbs burning in jealousy, in envy, in bitterness and in loneliness.

Reborn licked his lips at that.

He pointed up the stairs. "Let's go catch those people and grab the information."

Something flitted in Hibari's eyes before he moved. He wordlessly walked up to Reborn and they both climbed the stairs.

It was a one-sided slaughter fest. In an hour time, Reborn and Hibari had killed every single human being in the building, combing through until there was no one left but them. It was a bit fun, if Reborn had to say. To see and feel how feral and uncontrolled Hibari was. To share the excitement and adrenaline with Hibari. Reborn hadn't feel that thrill for a long time.

He loves it.

He doesn't forget though, that he still had to retrieve the information on the drugs. It was one of their main task other than, well, killing everyone. The information was needed to counter the drugs that had been sold and spread all over the country.

He stepped over the bodies and headed into the boss's room, followed closely by Hibari. Fiddling around and opening the secret door to the research room, they swiftly gathered the information and headed out. But before they stepped out of the building, Reborn pulled Hibari back and stole a kiss from him.

He managed to tangle his tongue with the other's once before he had to broke it off, licking off the blood from his lips where Hibari had bitten him.

"What do you think you are doing?" Hibari snarled.

"Kissing you." Reborn said nonchalantly.

Hibari glared at him. "Quit it." He tried to turn around again but Reborn held him back. "Wait."

"What do you want?"

Reborn looked at him and sighed. "I know that you like Yamamoto." Hibari swatted his hand away, eyes flashing. "Listen. I know you like him, but you and I both know that he isn't going to leave Tsuna. So give up.

"Give up, and let me hold you." Let me love you.

"... I thought you liked the small animal."

Reborn nodded, a wry smile on his face. "Well, as you had said, liked. He.. He and I are not meant to be. Not suitable." He shook his head. "But he doesn't matter. I still to like him, but not like that any longer. Not when you caught my eyes."

Hibari stared. "I'm willing to wait for you." Reborn continued. "I'm willing to wait until you'll take my hand, until you forget about Yamamoto."

"You know that that's impossible."

"It is not impossible."

Reborn took a step forward and grabbed Hibari's hand, squeezing it tightly. "I'll wait." For you are worth it.

For we're meant to be.

"For Primo's sake- must you guys kill all of them?!" Reborn took a sip at his espresso, twiddling his sideburn as he watched Tsuna groaning. "I should have known- I shouldn't have send the both of you together. What was I thinking- ouch!" The brunette pouted as he rubbed his forehead where Reborn had flicked.

"What was that for?"

"For ranting." Reborn poked the sore spot and rubbed harshly. "You of all people should know that they would ended up dead in the end when we send the evidences to Vindice. Might as well do it ourselves. It's more fun this way."

Tsuna huffed as Reborn grinned. "Not to mention, you're the one who told us to not hold back."

Tsuna's eyes darken slightly, his lips jutting out. "That's because they killed a few of ours with that stupid drug of theirs.."

Reborn smirked and leaned back. He looked smug, which made Tsuna sulk even more. The brunette sighed in exasperation. "... Well, good job. Thank you, Reborn."

The hitman said nothing and ruffled the soft, brown hair, eyes soft as Tsuna yelped.

"Hey- stop!"

The door slammed open. The two of them looked towards the door to see Hibari storming in. Tsuna blinked. "Oh, Hibari! Welcome back! How's-" Tsuna shrieked when the skylark grabbed the hitman's tie and tugged him down, crashing their lips together.

Reborn's hands immediately grabbed Hibari, a hand behind his head to pull him closer, deepening the kiss while another around his waist to keep him in place.

"W-wha- Do it outside!!" Tsuna yelled and they broke apart.

Hibari hissed while Reborn laughed at the brunette. The skylark huffed and tugged the man out, leaving the room.

Alright.

A/N= Hibari is absolutely the kind to do that-- yep-- uhum. Reborn is the same as well pppffftt--

Le mie condoglianze means my condolences in Italian. It's from google so I don't know if it's any accurate.

There's a stretch of time from the third and last part. They were given two week to deal with everything; they finished it the first week before Reborn and Hibari separated, the skylark having another set of minor mission. Reborn lingered around before heading back to Italy.

[I apologize from any grammar, spelling, etc. etc. mistakes]

#khrrarepairweek2018 #khrrarepairweek #Katekyo Hitman Reborn #KHR #Reborn #Hibari Kyouya #Reborn/Hibari Kyouya #Sawada Tsunayoshi #8027 #My Writings #Slight Gore?#One-sided R27 and 1880 #Reborn and Hibari goes hunting :D #mentioned of drugs #Yamamoto Takeshi

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askdawnandvern · 7 years ago

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A Lamb Among Wolves

Sorry I was a day late with posting this, but I had a really rough day yesterday and it sort of set me back a bit. It's mostly that I'm sick, coupled with some bad news that I'm still sort of getting over and now I'm trying to catch up. So it's official, we are now in act three. (Day three) of the trip in the story. All the set pieces are in place, and it's now more of a matter of moving things along. I'm going to be trying to hit the story as twice as hard at this point to get it out and finished faster than my previous rate, but it's still going to take a bit to get back to one chapter a week. But I'm going to be making a dedicated effort to try and get there so I can wrap this up.

That said, the ask blog might take a slight hit due to it. Mostly in the form of more 'text base answers' and less extended comics in order to achieve this goal. But at this point, there are only about 16 or so chapters left, and I'd prefer to get it all wrapped up before Summer.

Anyway, sorry for the delay Here's hoping we wrap this up quickly and satisfyingly in the coming months. WT, out.

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Chapter Thirty-One: The Cultural Tenets of the Northern Roaropean Lamb

"Much like the wolves of old, ancient sheep as a species could be found on nearly every continent in some form or another. From the coldest mountain regions to some of the hottest climates, an ancient wandering mammal had a significantly high chance of running into a flock of sheep without even trying. In fact, sheep are considered to make up one of the largest representative species on the planet next to mammals in the canid and feline families respectively. And as you can imagine, that kind of density of species has lead to quite a few...unsavory rumors about sheepfolk in the eyes of other mammals. Especially thanks to the work of many Rams who wielded any sort of power, many of whom were in my family. But I am getting off track. The point of this entry is to discuss how sheepfolk tended to work in a society, their beliefs and social rules. More specifically those which pertain strongest to my genetic background, that being sheep of Schottish ancestry.

Now we've already discussed the general structure of early ancient sheep herds, and the system of hierarchy in place among them. Caprids have been, and remain a largely docile species that focus primarily on defending themselves rather than antagonizing others aside from a few notable exceptions. There was one key term i forgot to explain though, that being the word 'flock'. I had mostly referred to sheep as being 'herds' in the previous historical entry as it was easier to digest for most prey species and other predators. But the term 'flock' was a unique phrase that sheep's used to refer to their herds. I'm not sure exactly how common knowledge this is, but I thought it was a good idea to throw this in for good measure.

The Schotts, being herbivores in nature like all sheep relied largely upon farming and agriculture in order to sustain their close-knit communities, and thus their religious beliefs revolve largely around harvest and protection. The chief god amongst caprid kind being 'Hornunnos', roughly translating to 'he of many horns'. His multiple long, and numerous horns representative of his great wisdom, virility, and strength that came with being a well-developed ram. And on the feminine side, we have 'Cervidwen' goddess of bounty and the beauty of life. Cervidwen, roughly translated to 'hooves of grace' held sway over nature, the seasons, and nurturing the arts. It was she the Schotts prayed to for mild winters and bountiful harvests. And it was she who supposedly inspired the songs and stories that were birthed from some of sheepfolk's greatest minds. Tales of beauty, first love, and adventure. As well as tales of woe and warning to young little lambs that I will be touching on shortly.

Sheep shared a reverence for the moon, and its cycle just as wolves did. However, whereas wolves looked to the moon for guidance and prayer, it held in most sheep a powerful, paralyzing terror. A full moon was seen as a terrible omen to the native Schotts, which can be directly connected to the Norwulves preference fighting and going to war under its terrible glow. Fighting and warring that almost always found itself laying its paws at the shores of the Schottish Isles. As such a great deal of Caprid nursery rhymes and stories feature the presence of the full-moon as a dreadful set-up to a young kid or lamb being dragged off into the night by a fearsome wolf to be dined upon under the moon's sinister glow. Some going into excruciating and morbid detail about lamb's blood and pearly sharp teeth gleaming under the cursed glow of that hateful orb.

One of the most well known and shared stories that still persists to this day despite how much society has changed is the tale of 'Little Red Riding Hoof', a story originating from cervines and quickly adopted and adapted to the Schottish cannon. In it, a young doe, or in the case of the Schotts, a young ewe, travels to visit her ailing Grandmother in order to bring her a basket of goodies. But she leaves on the night of a full moon despite her parent's protest to wait till the morning, as her Grandmother is in dire need of supplies. They warn her of wolves, and their treacherous ways, but she is adamant that she can handle herself alone. Along the way she is silently stalked by a, you guessed it, hungry wolf, who eventually confronts her under the premise that he is simply a weary traveler looking for food. The fearful ewe is somewhat hesitant to even talk to the lone wolf, but takes pity on him, offering a small morsel of her Grandmothers supplies to soothe his hunger pangs. She remains firm however, that the small bit of food was all she could offer and reveals the nature of her journey to the creature. Much to her surprise, the wolf lets her go, and the ewe finds herself doubting her parent's warnings about wolf treachery.

But the wolf, now aware of the nature of her trip, and familiar with the cottage, sneaks ahead of the ewe and mercilessly devours her Grandmother whole. Once Red Riding Hoof arrives, the wolf masquerades as the ewe's ailing Grandmother. Poorly donning her ill-fitting clothes and trying his best to deceive the ewe into getting close enough to bite into her. Which the ewe foolishly acquiesces to.

To be fair, that part never really made sense to me in any iteration of the story. As a ewe, I couldn't conceive a lamb so dumb as to not immediately recognize that the mammal pretending to be her Grandmother was just that, a pretender, a fake. Then again, as a little lamb, I hadn't realized that my best friend had been a wolf until my Father had discovered the relationship. While I had heard the term wolf, the picture that had been painted for me was a snarling, drooling hideous beast, much as the story depicts.

And so the little friendly ball of fluff that quickly became my playmate didn't exactly fit the bill when it came to my Father's description. I simply couldn't make the connection, neither there, nor with his nickname, 'Puppy'. It was the name his brothers gave him, but only I was allowed to call him. But as to the meaning or implication of that title I was still far too naive. And my Father was quick to make sure I never made that 'mistake' again.

But again, I've wandered off track. (Note: re-read this and consider revising it or shifting it to a later section.) Sufficed to say, the ewe is somehow fooled by the wolf's act. But unlike today's sanitized, family-friendly version of the tale put forth by companies like Dismurinae where the courageous woodsram bursts in at the last second and saves the foolish young ewe. The traditional version of the tale ends with the wolf simply devouring the lamb and escaping into the night, leaving her family to grieve the loss of their daughter and Grandmother. It was meant to be a staunch warning, a story that no matter how it played out it always ended the same way, death by the jaws of a hungry wolf.

As I've said, it is one of many caprid fear-mongering tales all aimed at warning young, impressionable lambs of the horrific nature of wolves. But stories like these were more than enough to force most of the Schotts to rely primarily on the sun and daylight for mapping their calendars and properly timing their harvests. And on a moonlit night, the average Schottram resident was hiding inside their home, with doors barred and windows shuttered and secure.

Lastly, I feel it is of obvious importance to explain the inner workings of caprid marriage. While the ceremony is fairly common among a variety of prey species with little variation, it is less so with predators, many of which ascribe to their own more unique ceremonies. But again, for the purposes of this particular book, I will only go into the rules and traditions of your standard 'Schottish' wedding.

The caprid take on marriage was one of the first popularized union ceremonies in Roarope, finding its start in the 'flocks' of Schottram and Irelamb before spreading and mingling amongst a variety of other prey groups and societies. It is a simpler ceremony in organization when compared to the rigorous approval process involved in the Norwullf or Canidean wolf 'tithing' ceremonies. Essentially, any ram is allowed to marry any ewe they wish without familial approval, although it is customary as a sign of respect. And in the case of the Schotts it came with many a hefty bonus. Entitlement to land, the merger of farms, and most commonly the bride's 'dowry'.

This 'dowry' was a small sum of money bestowed to the wedding ewe by her parents. it was intended to act seed money for the budding mates new family. Although today, the 'dowry' has fallen out of favor pretty much everywhere outside of Schottram.

The ceremony is usually held by day in a meadow or field, not at night for obvious reasons. In the ceremony family and friends are expected to attend, and a caprid pastor is employed to officiate the union under the eyes of the gods. Most commonly the gods invoked to bless the ceremony are of course Hornunnus and Cervidwen, again for reasons that should be obvious to you given what importance I previously ascribed to them.

In the times of the Ancient Schotts, these pastors played a revered roll in most caprid communities. They were seen as the direct connection between the flocks on Animalia and the will of the gods, much like the 'seers' among the Norwulves. And as such their approval was tantamount to the success of any prospecting wedding couple. In order to reach the respected status of a pastor, these mammals underwent numerous trials to prove their hardship and devoting to the gods. But in reality, these were simply rites of passage that were approved over by other 'pastors' as a 'direct sign of approval' from the gods wasn't easy to provide evidence of. Most of these ancient trials have been lost to time, the ancient writings describing them varied and scattered. But the few fragments that remain describe anything ranging from lasting three days with no food or water to searing oneself with a hot iron. However, in today's society, becoming an 'official' caprid pastor is as easy as the click of a mouse, much to the relief of a great many sheepfolk.

The ceremony begins with the pastor invoking the god and goddess directly, before turning his attention to the wedding couple. This part of the ceremony remains quite traditional, so much so that the original text has barely changed in the thousands of years since its origin, and it goes as follows.

'Blessings and merry we meet, Gentlerams and ewes alike. I beseech the great god Hornunnus, whose wisdom is unparalleled, and dear goddess Cevidwen, graceful lady of plenty and merriment to lay their gifts of virility and bounty upon at the feet of the couple who stands before me.'

He would of course lead with the males name, followed by the female, announcing them both the audience as well as the gods.

'Noble (insert ram's name), and Lady ( insert ewe's name) have asked for thee to share in their joy and to declare the depths of their love for one another before you all. To be blessed by both those among us, and those above as they embark on this journey together.'

It was then the pastor would ask the budding couple if they were certain of their choice. Fairly standard among most prey weddings aside from the wording.

'Lord (ram), are thou certain of the love? Does thou retain an inkling of doubt or fear?

If the response is 'Nay, I am certain.', then the ceremony continues with the pastor repeating the same line directed at the Lady. And with her assent marches onward.

'In as much as this Noble (mammal) and Lady (mammal) have pledged to one another to be married on this day. We call upon the gods to bless this union, and their lives together. Therefore, should there be any lamb assembled among us that can show just cause why these sheep should not be joined, then speak now, or forever be silent.'

The pastor would then hold for objections, again, another standard of most prey ceremonies aside from the archaic language. If there were no objections, the ceremony would continue.

'Great Hornunnus and Lady Cervidwen, holders of the unforeseen knowledge beyond knowing, we humbly ask of thee to bless this union. To bless their lives with merriment and plenty, and guide them through their trials and sorrows. To bless them with strong, healthy and mirthful lambs to carry on their proud name. '

Then of course, the pastor turns his attention directly to the couple.

'Do you, Noble (mammal), take unto thyself as wife the Lady?'

To which the groom should respond.

'Aye, for our lives, and into the hereafter.'

From there, the bride is asked a rephrased version of the question, and upon her agreement, the ceremony moves to a very interesting portion. At this time, the caprid pastor opens the floor to the wedding couple, offering them a chance to speak to one another in their own words. This is commonly referred to as the 'trading of vows', and it is intended for the couple to write their own speeches to one another. Professing love, and the depths of it and so forth. It's easily one of the most popular portions of romantic films involving prey weddings, leaving us with many eternally romantically quotable lines.

'It is now time for the trading of the vows, and with it, I open the floor to thee Lord (wolf) and Lady (ewe).

And of course, this is where the vows would go, but as they are generally unique, I don't exactly have anything to place here. So try to imagine the most romantic, beautiful sweeping statements delivered with passion and grace. The groom declaring his bottomless love for the bride, his unwavering trust and belief in her despite the slings and slander of others. And the bride, declaring how she is undeserving of love, yet overcome with joy to be loved, and of her lover.

Thanking the groom for his unwavering support and love, his care and devotion, the way he seems to treasure her like a precious stone when others treated her as if she were a malformed pebble. That her love for him is eternal regardless of the pelt he wears, the sharpness of his teeth, or his rugged good...

Ahem, Well I'm getting off track I think, I'm not sure where I was going with that. I mean, you must get the idea by now. (Note to self: shorten or remove vow examples?) After the vows, the pastor continues by presenting the traditional rings to the couple to be wed. The rings are traditionally made of polished ash wood, the grooms inlaid with gold edging, and the brides with silver. Each ring contains the other mammal's name etched on the interior of the band. While rings are a common practice with prey ceremonies, only caprid and cervine ceremonies use rings made of polished wood. It is what is believed to bind them to their natural roots, the forest from which they came, and the gods and goddess that watch over.

'Gods, bless these rings which the Noble Vernon Hunter and Fair Lady Dawn Bellwether have chosen to mark themselves as to be forever unified in heart and within their spirits. As they give and receive these rings, may they testify to the world of the covenant made between them.

Then Vernon would say.

'Dawn, receive and wear this ring as a symbol of my trust, my respect and my undying love for you.

And then I would say.

'Vernon, receive and wear this ring and make me the happiest ewe in all of Animalia!'

(Note: This section needs to be revised heavily, this is supposed to be clinical, not emotional. Still, at the moment I can't bring myself to erase it. So fix it later!)

Then the pastor ends the ceremony with what most movies about prey marriages feature heavily. The kiss.

'With the recitation of the vows, and the rings you now wear, may this union be made official. With a kiss, the purity and endless depths of their love will be laid bare for all to witness and embrace. You may now kiss the bride.'

With that comes the kiss of course, followed by the usual celebration of the newlyweds in the same meadow in which their union was consecrated. A fringe benefit of having an outdoor ceremony being that you don't have to have two separate venues to hold the celebration.

At the ceremony toasts are made, traditional food is eaten and merriment is made. Well wishes and gifts are shared and music is played and generally this part is all left up to those throwing the party. There are a few small traditions that are sometimes employed such as the tossing of the bouquet, and the removal of the garter, but otherwise, the afterparty has never been a very rigid, strict affair, and has easily adapted to the times. Even going so far as to make additions to the whole affair, adding the ever popular and the increasingly elaborate 'Honeymoon' as part of the package. All things I thought I was never going to have, and now...'

Dawn let out a pleasant sigh as she skimmed back over her previous handiwork. A smile forming on her lips as she quietly re-read the slight error in her clinical recounting of a traditional caprid wedding ceremony.

"Dawn, receive and wear this ring as a symbol of my trust, my respect and my undying love for you." Dawn murmured softly to herself, smiling warmly at the words on the screen.

'He probably wouldn't say it exactly like that...' The ewe thought to herself. 'Knowing him, he'd find something better.'

Dawn began to yawn, doing her best to quiet it with one hoof while stretching with her other arm. The other girls were all still asleep, Malcolm snoring loudly as he unconsciously scratched at his belly, and the ewe was still keen not to wake them with her own troubles.

The ewe had no intention of waking up as early as she had. It had to have been at least an hour before the first glimmers of morning light began to filter through the windows of the large bedroom. But there had been a number of factors at play to rob the ewe of sleep that night, forcing her to turn to her writing to drive them back, and Malcolm's snoring was probably the least of it.

To start with, the collapse of Ada's bed and the lack of proper spares in the room had more or less forced the group to take Audrey's advice and have two of the girl's bunk together. Naturally, or at least Dawn should have immediately assumed to be the natural solution, Ada and Vanna concluded the two smallest mammals in the room should be the ones to split a bed. They of course, quickly focused their gaze on herself and Qali to further emphasize the choice had already been made.

It made sense to Dawn, her own bed proving much too large for someone of her size anyway. But what the girls had neglected to mention, was that the diminutive little vixen was quite pawsy in her sleep.

Perhaps they didn't know, or perhaps it had been the ewe's own fault for having invited the fox to pet her wool that night. But Dawn had spent the evening fending off the vixen's attempts at grappling the ewe's wooly poof in her sleep.

The first two times the sleeping fox had managed to get a tight grip around her hair, Dawn had reluctantly woken the vixen up to let her know what she was doing. Qali, of course, was terribly embarrassed, apologizing profusely before shifting over to the farthest edge of the bed as she could before going back to bed. However, it didn't take long for the slumbering canid to drift her way back over to Dawn's side. And before the ewe knew it, the vixen was once again entangled in her wooly mane, letting out contented little sighs as she presumably 'counted sheep'.

Eventually, the ewe gave up fending off the impromptu cuddle session, choosing to embrace the little excitable vixen's unintentional affection in the interest of a good nights sleep. But despite the slight discomfort of having a mammal practically suction cupped to her head, it was something warm. It was an affectionate gesture the fox clearly couldn't control, and it was certainly more welcoming than what awaited Dawn in her dreams.

Each time the lamb had managed to drift off into slumber, she found herself in that darkened study. The acrid yet sweet scent of brandy overwhelming her nostrils so strongly it caused her to gag. The dim shine of the lighting against its bronze and deep green fixtures creating a glare in all directions as the ewe struggled to find her ground. She could still see the wolf, seemingly towering over his desk now as he glared back at her with hateful eyes. Piercing grey eyes that smoldered with an unrelenting disdain for the increasingly smaller ewe standing before him. His lips curled around his gleaming, sharpened teeth as he spat bile in her direction.

The same speech, over and over again, only now without her protests. She couldn't muster a defense, and with every hateful statement or unkind word, she felt herself shrinking smaller and smaller.

In desperation, she called to her primal self, the beast that once haunted her dreams before her encounter with her Father in that old factory on the frigid tundra night. Anything to give her the strength to stand back up, to defend herself. But it never came. It was gone after all, now a part of her that for some reason she couldn't conjure as Dorian continued his incessant berating.

"Ya'll came out here expectin' everything to go your way." The wolf repeated, his grimace deepening as the disgust in him rose. "You were thinkin' about yer selfish needs!"

"N-no!' The ewe waivered.

"You think I'd ever accept you as one of our own? " Again word for word, the wolf's most painful barbs playing on loop for her own personal torment.

Dawn tried her protest, but each wave after wave of painful insults and untrue statements was wearing her down. Reducing her to nothing more than a heap on the floor of the dimly lit office until she suddenly found herself on the wolf's desk. The ewe now no bigger than an ant, surrounded by the various golden baubles on the now massive wolf's desk as he raised his decanter in the air preparing his final blow.

"As long as I'm head of this household, you ain't never gonna be a Hunter!" The wolf bellowed at a deafening octave as the ewe clutched at her ears in pain.

Then the decanter came down. Faster, faster and closer as the ewe found herself unable to move. Paralyzed with terror as she tried to scream out.

"NO!"

And just like that she was awake again, dripping with sweat and gasping for breath. Thankfully Qali proved to be a heavy sleeper, or perhaps the ewe would have woken her. Instead, the slumbering fox remained gripped to her hair, hanging off of her slightly as the ewe sat up, trying to regain her composure.

And so the evening went, and each time the ewe closed her eyes she was back in that place. The room that stunk heavily of fine brandy, the golden reflections that seemed to blind her, and the fierce and towering Dorian. It played on repeat, the same way each time. And Dawn could do little to stop it other than waking up and escaping that terrible realm of her innermost demons. And eventually, the ewe resigned herself to staying awake, rather than be forced to face it again.

After carefully prying the fox off of her head and easing her back onto her own pillow, the ewe went right to burying herself in her work. Doing her best to bury the terrible dream behind volumes of text that still needed to be typed. Losing herself in hazy visions of a blissful and beautiful caprid marriage to the wolf she loved so dearly. It was something she could still take some sort of solace in. Despite Dorian's hateful words, and outright refusal to accept her as part of the family, at the very least he couldn't deny her a caprid ceremony. At the very least she and Vernon would have their ceremony, with or without his approval. They would stand together in a beautiful meadow, before the gods and the members of their families that chose to attend and pledge their love to one another. Their devotion, their loyalty, and their honor before joining as one in heart and in spirit.

The ewe had so lost herself in her fantasy, her safe haven, that the world around her had managed to fall away. Only managing to tear herself away from her work when then first rays of the morning brought her back to her reality. She was still in the Hunter home, still in Dorian's domain, and soon enough she would have to face the day and whatever it was set to bring.

The ewe carefully eased herself off of the mattress, doing her best not to wake the tiny vixen still sleeping peacefully as she tightly grappled her pillow in the place of the ewe's fluffy poof before cautiously rolling her suitcase out from beneath its place under the bed. With deliberately soft steps the ewe made her way across the room, carrying the suitcase to keep the wheels from rattling against the hardwood floor as she approached the room divider. Once behind the privacy of its curtain, the ewe too to dressing herself in the most worn out and comfortable set of clothes she had packed in preparation for working the stand. And old lavender blouse with flowing sleeves that she could easily roll up should she need to work with dough. And a simple, but trusty deep purple skirt to go with it that she didn't mind staining.

Taking a seat on the hardwood floor, the ewe pulled her pocket mirror from the case, as well as her usual wool care equipment to spend a few minutes getting her wool back in order. The diminutive vixen had done quite a number to her usually solid and bouncy spherical bouffant, but it was nothing a few minutes with the wool brush and a heavy application of wool cream couldn't manage to tame.

Adding the last touches to her hair, the ewe prepared to snap her compact shut only to freeze just short of the nearly involuntary action. She stared at the weary-looking ewe staring back at her, the sadness etched into her features appearing almost permanent in the bleary reflection. With a wavering sigh, the ewe tried to assure herself that she was okay. That everything would work out. To take her own words she had spent yesterday evening telling Vernon to heart and trying to remain optimistic despite herself. Dawn forced a smile to her muzzle, and for a moment she nearly had herself convinced she could do it.

"As long as I'm head of this household, you ain't never gonna be a Hunter!"

Her smile dropped the second the words replayed in her head, the ewe letting out another weak and shuddering sigh as she felt herself faltering.

Dawn wasn't sure how to press on with this facade. With Dorian in charge, any sort of leeway made at Hunter Household with the other members of the family meant little. What sort of organic relationship could she truly hope to foster with the icy white wolf acting as a roadblock? Certainly none that required visiting the Hunter Ranch to say the least. The ewe wondered how her sisters would react to Dorian's assessment of her, or the Hunters for that matter? What about Audrey, his mate? The ewe couldn't even begin to picture the disaster that was waiting to happen should she breathe a word of her confrontation with the wolf to anyone in the family, especially Vernon. The damage done would most certainly be devastating, and the rifts that would be driven between members of the family might prove far too vast to mend.

Yet she had to endure two more days. Two more days of biting her tongue while Dorian's words ate a hole through her stomach. And in that moment, the ewe remained uncertain that she could stand it.

Then she saw it. Behind her reflection in the mirror she could see her suitcase. The purple container still left open, with notes and clothes haphazardly strewn about. But among the various bits of necessities and wool care products she could see the edge of a familiar band sticking out from between two notebooks. The bracelet she extracted with great care before laying it to rest gently in her palm.

"Puppy's Best Friend." She read softly, a warm smile forming on her muzzle.

Carefully the ewe slid the familiar, albeit childish looking bracelet onto her wrist. Dawn gave it a gentle spin, letting out a quiet chuckle as a few of the translucent bead caught glimmers of light as they spun before clutching down on the bracelet with her other hand. The ewe squeezed it tightly, holding it as if it were a sacred talisman that would protect her from her own thoughts. Drawing strength from the simple presence of it on her arm. A reminder that no matter what, she had her 'Puppy Love'. And in the end, that was all she really wanted.

Dawn could feel her confidence returning as she clutched the bracelet.

She could do it, she could get through it. And then, once they returned to Zootopia she and Vernon could start planning their 'real' wedding and put Dorian's nastiness behind them. While she loved her new sisters and brothers dearly, she could get along just fine without returning to the ranch, and would be more than happy to invite them out to Zootopia should they be so inclined to see her.

'Vernon probably doesn't even care about getting a 'tithing' ceremony.' The ewe reassured herself. 'Between the official caprid wedding and our partnership license I'm sure he'll be more than satisfied.'

As Dawn closed her suitcase, zipping it shut as quietly as possible she continued the positive mental self-encouragement. The ewe growing more confident with each soft stride she made on her way back to her bedside. With a quiet huff, the ewe slid her case back under the mattress and eased herself back onto her bed next to the slumbering arctic fox.

Gently closing her laptop, the ewe came to a final conclusion.

"I can wait to tell Vernon what happened when we get home." Dawn mused to herself. " He'll be mad sure, but with that much distance between him and his Father he'll have time to cool off and then..." Dawn paused, the next words even her more optimistic approach was having a hard time parsing. " Maybe they can talk it out like adult mammals."

Vrrt! Vrrt!

Dawn nearly jumped out of her pelt at the sudden, abrupt noise. It was a quiet droning sound, but it was close enough to startle her. The ewe's eyes began to scan wildly for the source, glancing back at Qali for a moment and raising an eyebrow. The fox was still slumbering away, her paws choking her pillow to death.

"Did you...?" Dawn muttered softly.

Vrrt! Vrrt!

This time Dawn felt it, the slight and familiar vibration trembling through the blanket beneath her. Glancing over near the side of her laptop, she spied her Carrot phone resting softly where she had left it to charge. The screen of the device now dimly lit with a message prompt.

The ewe rolled her eyes at her moment of brief stupidity before quickly scooping the phone into her hands before it could make any more noise. With a flick of her hoof the screen came to life, the text alert now clear and visible as it hung over her home screen.

"Two new messages from Judy Hopps."

"Lamb Sakes..." Dawn uttered quietly. "I completely forgot about Judy!"

Opening the app, the ewe was greeted with both messages, each sent within seconds of one another.

"Judy: Dawn, you awake? I know it's pretty early, but I wanted to check in."

"Judy: Unless you were asleep and my text woke you up. If so, I'm sorry."

Dawn rolled her eyes, letting out a soft chuckle at the rabbit's message string. It was clear from the split seconds between the messages and the second-guessing herself the rabbit was already firing on all cylinders. Dawn's reply was considerably shorter, and what the ewe could only imagine in comparison to the rabbit, slower.

"Yes, I'm awake". The ewe texted back.

Dawn watched the screen in silence. For a moment it remained still, but soon enough Dawn could see the ellipses denoting the rabbit was in the process of typing a reply.

"Judy: Couldn't sleep either?"

Dawn's expression shifted to a dull glare as she let out a quiet, sarcastic laugh.

"Define sleep... Dawn responded.

Again Dawn watched as the ellipses danced below her last message.

"Judy: Yeesh, that bad huh?" Came the reply.

Dawn placed a hoof over her eyes, slowly pulling it down her face as she let out an exasperated sigh. The ewe taking a moment to release some of her previous tension before continuing the conversation.

"Bad, is putting it lightly Judy." The ewe answered.

There was a slight pause before the rabbit began to type her response.

"Judy: You want to talk about it?"

Dawn let out another soft, sarcastic chuckle before keying in her reply.

"It would take me hours to go over everything." Dawn texted. "It's really something we should save for discussion on a coffee meet after all this is said and done."

The pause was longer this time, leaving Dawn to imagine the rabbit was pondering her next statement with a greater degree of care.

"Judy: You sure?" By the time the message popped, Judy was already typing a follow-up.

"Judy: How about a 'Clop's Notes' version?"

Dawn smirked at the response. The ewe wasn't sure about exactly how to distill all that had happened to her in just the two days she had been at the Hunter Ranch, but she supposed she could try. Dawn pondered quietly, organizing and trimming her planned response in her head in order to get as much information out with the least amount of text as possible. It had to be getting close to breakfast time now, and soon enough the ewe would be far too busy to keep up with a long-running test conversation.

"Well let's see..." Dawn texted, preparing the rabbit for the oncoming info dump.

"To start with, Vernon's Father hates me." Dawn added, feeling a particularly painful sting inside her chest as she pressed send. " I mean, he told me to my face more or less, but I haven't told Vernon yet."

As Dawn continued to type, Judy gave a short and simple reply.

"Judy: Oh..." The text popped up.

"Judy: I'm so sorry Dawn." She followed up with.

" We also got kicked out of the fair yesterday for being a pred/prey couple, the North Meadowlands Representative going so far as asking Vernon's whole family to leave." Dawn continued.

"And to top it all off I had my remnant estrus yesterday, and Vernon and I got caught rutting in the family cornfield because he howled during it." Dawn added.

Judy's response was immediate.

"Judy: Yikes... -_-* " The text popped up.

"And that's not even the half of it..." Dawn replied. "There is so much more that's happened over just the last two days. It's been a rollercoaster." Dawn shook her head dismissively as she typed. " I just gave you the 'highlights'."

It seemed like at least a minute rolled by before Judy began typing a response, giving the ewe time to make a quick scan of the bedroom to make sure she still hadn't disturbed the other Hunter girls. Fortunately even Qali, who remained tightly gripped to her pillow, coiled around it protectively.

"Judy: I hope there are some positives... :/" The rabbit eventually replied.

Dawn chuckled softly to herself.

"Oh there are, it really isn't all bad." Dawn typed a reply. " I get along well with Vernon's Mother, as well as most of his brothers."

"Judy: 'Most', huh?" The rabbit was quick to reply.

Dawn rolled her eyes.

"Well, I suppose nobodies family is perfect right?" The ewe replied. "You can't really win 'em all."

Before Judy could finish her reply, Dawn tapped out another quick addendum to her list of positives. " I've also gotten very close with Vernon's Sister-in-laws."

The rabbit's ellipses paused, giving Dawn time to add more or less conclude her statement.

"But the way things have been going, The negatives are beginning to wear me down faster than any of the positives can help build me back up." Dawn sent, letting out a soft, tired sigh.

The ellipses on Judy's incoming message remained frozen for a moment or two, most likely waiting to see if the ewe was done with her line of thought before pressing forward with her reply. But eventually, the little dots began to move again.

"Judy: You want to talk about imperfect families?" That response forced a ewe to stifle a giggle. She could already tell where the rabbit was going.

"Judy: Not to belittle your struggle, but getting the approval of seven siblings instead of three-hundred has considerably better odds, trust me."

Dawn shook her head trying to keep the rising smirk that was desperately trying to form on her muzzle as the rabbit continued.

"Judy: The thing that really baffles me is how my Dad is acting about me and Nick." Judy added. "Well, not really baffles me, but it's certainly hypocritical."

Dawn was quick to reply, eager to hear what must have been the starting point for the doe's own weekend struggle at the Carrot Day festival.

"Oh?" Dawn replied. "But I thought you told me your Father liked Nick?"

Dawn waited, Judy seemingly taking a moment to figure out how to reply. The ewe knew from previous conversations that Nick had been on trips with her to Bunny Burrow several times over the years. Unlike her and Vernon, the family was quite familiar with the fox. And when it came to Judy's Father, he was absolutely enamored with him. The prospect of someone keeping an eye on the rabbit in her 'dangerous' line of work, and his knowledge of the inner workers of Zootopia proving to be an easy angle to charm the older rabbit. Judy had even mentioned the fact that Nick had been teaching him a variety of way to gain the upper hand in her Father's weekly poker game. Sufficed to say, all of the previous accounts from Judy had lead Dawn to believe the two mammals had a healthy and robust 'bromance' between them. After a few moments, the rabbit finally texted back.

" 'Judy: Liked' being the key word here. " Just replied, ending her sentence with a frowning rabbit emoji. "He loved Nick when he was just my partner. But now that I announced we are dating...well...you get the idea."

Dawn chuckled quietly to herself as she read the reply.

"Judy: Now the old buck is acting like Nick committed a crime against mammality or something." The rabbit followed up.

The ewe lets out a sigh, at least she wasn't the only one suffering when it came to this issue. although she found herself wondering if the situation was just as bad as hers. Still, the ewe wanted to keep the conversation light, and trying to compare the nuances between their situation would have to be reserved for a later time. Nor did Dawn want to fall into the trap of playing the game of 'who has it worse'.

"Sounds like we both are having Father problems. :/" Dawn replied. "It feels better to know I'm not alone at least."

The rabbit was already typing a reply as the ewe hit send.

"Judy: The worse part is that Nick being Nick, is actively making it worse by antagonizing him. Bleh." Another frowning rabbit icon followed the statement. "Judy: Nick actually asked him last night if "Plowing the field was as rough for him as when Nick 'plows' me."

Dawn clasped her muzzle tightly in an effort to keep her laughter from escaping at the fox's statement. She was sure it was embarrassing to Judy, but being outside of it made it particularly hilarious.

"Judy: The two of them are starting to drive me crazy!" Judy typed back, a rabbit emoji with swirly eyes following the text. "Judy: But I'm going to settle this stupid thing once and for all today."

The ewe quirked a curious eyebrow as she read over the question. Judy was always the kind of mammal to take the initiative when it came to solving a seemingly impossible problem. It was something the ewe admired about the rabbit. But in this instance, it didn't seem like a problem one could just force a fix upon.

"How?" Dawn responded dumbly, her lips mouthing the word as she typed.

The rabbit was quick with a reply.

"Judy: We're going back to the fair today." Judy replied. "Judy: And I'm forcing them on to the Ferris wheel together."

Dawn scrunched her muzzle in confusion, the rabbit's plan seeming more baffling than her initial declaration.

"O...kay...?" Dawn replied, but the rabbit was already typing.

"Judy: I know the rabbit who runs the Ferris wheel, and he owes me a favor." Judy continued. "I'm going to have him stop them at the top, and Mom and I won't let them down until they bury the hatchet!"

Dawn stifled a chuckle out the outlandish plan, it was a classic Judy solution.

"I don't know if I could do the same thing in my case..." Dawn replied, a frown returning to her muzzle. "I feel it's a bit more complicated than that with Vernon and Dorian."

There was a momentary pause before the ellipses danced at the bottom of the screen again.

"Judy: His Father?" Judy finally replied.

"Yes." The ewe typed back.

"Judy: How so?" Judy fired back almost as quickly as Dawn had sent her message.

This comment was drawing the conversation dangerously close to treading back on having to be a three-hour discussion, something the ewe was certain she didn't have time for. Dawn tried to think of a short reply, eventually coming up with something to move the conversation along. But while she was in the middle of typing the reply, a soft knock came at the bedroom door, drawing her attention away from the screen.

"Dawn, ya'll up?" The door opened slightly, and the ewe spotted a familiar nose wiggle its way in between the crack. "Honey Lamb?" The muzzle whispered.

"Vernon?" Dawn whispered back.

The door opened wider, allowing the wolf to poke his head in the rest of the way. Vernon flashed the ewe a small smile.

"'Mornin' Darlin'." Vernon said softly, his eyes scanning the room slowly before shifting his attention back to the ewe. "Dressed already?" Vernon asked.

Dawn rapidly cleared the unfinished message from her screen, entering a quick reply before shutting the phone down and sliding it in her pocket. 'Saved by the wolf.' She thought to herself.

"I'll talk to you later, Vernon's up. gtg." The response read.

With her cell tucked away, the ewe eased off the side of the bed as quietly as she could before scrambling her way over to the wolf at the door. as she approached, Vernon widened the gap, allowing himself to slip partially inside the bedroom. The wolf was dressed in a simple grey hoodie, and a beat up pair of jeans, wearing one of his favorite bandannas around his neck.

"So are you." Dawn replied in a hushed voice as she came up beside him.

Vernon smirked, glancing down at his hoodie.

"Takes me about five minutes er' less to get ready fer the day Floof's." Vernon chuckled softly. "It ain't like I'm the type to fuss with my looks too much." The wolf ran a paw through the tuft of fur on his scalp, letting out a soft sigh as he dragged it back.

"You sleep alright Mutton Chop?" The wolf's features took on a look of concern. "I mean considerin' the prep ya'll do in the mornin' I take it you've been up fer a while now."

Dawn looked away slightly, she couldn't really bring herself to look the wolf in the eyes, but the lamb played it off as glancing back at the other girls.

"Eh..." Dawn muttered. "I slept okay." Dawn shrugged as she brought her attention back to the wolf.

Vernon chuckled softly as he stood on the tips of his feet, glancing further back into the bedroom. Following his eye line, she could see the wolf had settled his gaze on the still snoring Malcolm. The wolf was now laying on his back, his muzzle opening and closing widely as he practically snarled in his sleep.

"Yeah..." Vernon smirked, looking back down to Dawn. "Suppose I should have told you Malcolm's a snorer."

Vernon giggled quietly as she turned back to Vernon.

"How does Xavier sleep through that?" Dawn asked.

Vernon rolled his eyes slightly. "Earplugs." The wolf said bluntly before placing a paw by his face and leaning down and closer to Dawn. "Malcolm don't know, so don't tell him."

Dawn had to stifle a laugh as the wolf rose to his feet again.

"So, ya'll ready to get some food in ya before we head out?" Vernon asked, slipping his paws into his pockets. "Ma made 'caramel prench toast' just fer us. And trust me, it's amazin'. "

The ewe quirked an eyebrow in confusion.

"Just for us?" Dawn glanced back at the other mammals still peacefully asleep just in time to catch Malcolm scratching his gut again. "You mean, we aren't going to wake them up?"

Vernon shook his head dismissively.

"Ma thinks it's best to let 'em sleep in." Vernon replied with a slight frown. " Considerin' Pa's 'ban' and all it ain't like they'll be comin' with us, plus most of 'em are probably gonna need to help set up fer the barbeque." Vernon shrugged. " 'Sides, Ma thought it might be nice fer the three of us to have a nice, quiet meal together." The wolf flashed her a soft smile. "And I kinda liked the idea."

"But what about their breakfast?" Dawn asked, throwing another glance back at the slumbering mammals. "Surely they don't want to miss out?"

Vernon shook his head. "Ma says Malcolm's got 'em covered. He's on home cookin' duty today anyway." The wolf said with a smirk. "He always handles the barbeque cookin' after all."

Dawn nodded, taking another glance back at the sleepy mammals. The idea of a nice, quiet breakfast without the wild clamorous din of the entire Hunter family, as much as she loved them, did sound rather nice. It certainly was a reassurance that mammals like Yuri and Ulric wouldn't be there to start the day off even more so on the wrong hoof than it already had.

Dawn turned back to the wolf, flashing him a weak smile.

"That sounds lovely Vernon." The ewe whispered.

Dawn could see the wolf's tail wagging softly behind him as a warm smile curled across his muzzle.

"Excellent" The wolf went to clap his paws together, nearly making the impact before the wolf caught himself. The wolf tried to play off his mistake by quickly running one of the offending paws through his hair. "So, ahem..." The wolf cleared his throat. "Ya'll ready then?"

Dawn smiled at the goofy canine, giving him a soft assenting nod.

"Just let me put my laptop away and get my jacket, okay?" Dawn replied.

Vernon smirked, giving the ewe a nod as she turned back toward her bedside. Making her way back to the bed, the ewe slid her suitcase out from beneath the mattress once more, unzipping and opening the purple case before reaching for her laptop. The ewe gingerly rested it on top of her clothes, pulling the plug free of the wall before draping it on top of the computer.

As Dawn reached for her coat that was sticking out of the side of the bag, she felt a familiar rumble in her pocket.

Vrrt! Vrrt!

Clearly Judy had replied, but the ewe waited until she had closed her suitcase and returned it to the spot beneath the bed before pulling the phone free of her pocket.

Making her way back toward Vernon, her coat slung over her shoulder, the ewe opened the phone once more to read the rabbits reply.

"Judy: Alright, good luck Dawn."

Dawn smirked as she slid the phone back into it's resting place within her pocket before turning her attention back to the awaiting wolf.

"Got a message?' Vernon asked. "Nothin' important I hope..." The wolf flashed her a worried look.

Dawn let out a soft chuckle.

"It's nothing Puppy, just Judy." The ewe replied.

The wolf's frown dissipated, a smile returning in its place. "Aww, rabbit cop again? Tell I said hi!"

Dawn giggled. "Later, okay. Now let's go eat." Dawn said, grasping the wolf's paw with her free hoof. "I'm famished."

Vernon chuckled softly. "Alright. Alright."

As the couple walked away from the bedroom, the wolf gingerly closing the door behind them as they stepped away, Dawn continued to ruminate on Judy's last text. The words resting in the forefront of her mind along with the other mantras she had been focusing on just moments earlier.

"Alright, good luck Dawn."

"By the gods, I hope so..." Dawn thought to herself. "I certainly need it."

#Zootopia #zoosona #fanfiction #Assistant Mayor Bellwether #furry #wasted time #dawn bellwether #wolf #OC

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Vacation Week - Chapter 1

Twice a year the park closes for a week for routine maintenance. Missy has no vacation planned and as it turns out, neither does Owen. But who is watching the pair, just waiting for his chance to strike?

Owen Grady/OC

Chapter 1

(REPOSTING! :) )

For two weeks every year the park was closed for a routine cleaning and maintenance. One week during the winter month and one mid-July. It was a necessary inconvenience for visitors to the park, in which the whole place was given routine safety check and a fresh coat of paint.

During these periods most of the staff, excluding the dino-carers and the security staff were given paid vacation days. A sort of thank you from the higher-ups for dealing with the crowds during the peak-season holidays.

Usually Missy would have jumped at the chance of taking a holiday somewhere, but her sister who worked in London had cancelled on her last week. Her friends had urged her to go with them to Miami for a few days when they heard about her cancelled plans but Missy had merely shaken her head and told them to go enjoy themselves.

Instead she was going to spend the entire week relaxing in her bungalow. Perhaps giving the place a clean out while she had the time.

Missy had worked at Jurassic World for two years.

She had the very 'un-coveted' job of administering inoculations to the various dinosaurs of the park. Being genetically bred meant that there was always something new that could cause the animals to become sick. The labs regularly sent herself and a couple of others out with a new vaccine and often gave her special drugs to give to certain species, that she was told would aid them in the growth process and give them upgraded features and traits.

It was noon when Missy finally finished her work in the Gentle Giants Petting Zoo and was now on her way over to the Velociraptor paddock.

She had spent the morning chasing around the juvenile herbivores, giving them each a sharp jab to the right leg. She had been almost done when one of the baby stegosaurus had spewed up all over her blouse the moment she had given it its inoculation.

Missy grimaced as the putrid smell of the vomit rose from her shirt as she drove up towards the looming pen.

On her first day at Jurassic World she had been told with, what she always felt was a hint of glee from her manager, that she would be working with the raptors. And more importantly than that- Owen Grady.

Owen Grady had a bit of a reputation amongst the staff at Jurassic Park to say the least, but all Missy had heard about him when they first met was that he was ex-U.S. Navy and that he had trained with his raptors since they were born.

When she first entered into the velociraptor enclosure at the end of her first couple of weeks at the park, she had immediately felt eyes on the back of her head. Silhouetted against the bright sun had been Owen, stood watching her from the walkway above her head.

For months he ignored her, the most she got out of him was a curt nod as she passed him. Then one day… it happened.

She had been on her seventh month working at the park and that morning a new vaccine needed to be introduced to one of the raptors, Echo, who kept falling sick. They had tranquilised her and Missy was led into the raptor pen to give the unconscious dinosaur the jab.

Normally the raptors were leashed in holding cells while she administered the medicine but this was the first time she had been next to one in its entirety.

Barry had smiled and reassured her that Echo had been given a good enough dose and would be knocked out for hours. The same as every time, she had felt Owen Grady's gaze on the back of her head as she was led over.

But the dose had obviously not been correct, as the moment Missy knelt down beside the raptor, it had opened his eyes and leapt to its feet, knocking Barry to the ground.

Missy had let out a muffled scream and dragged herself away from the beast as she heard pounding feet and yells and shouts coming from behind her.

Echo had swayed on the spot before suddenly his head turned towards Missy.

It had leaned in towards her and given a deep sniff before a tranq dart hit it directly on its neck.

It had given the most ear piercing screech right in Missy's face before collapsing once again onto the floor.

Missy had turned to look behind her, to see Owen Grady standing there, tranquiliser gun in hand.

He gave her a look as if he was about to say something but Missy hadn't lingered long enough to find out. She had merely run past him and out of the paddock taking her supply bag with her.

Outside, up against a wall, far enough away so that no one would see her, Missy had broken down in tears. She had lifted a hand to her mouth to muffle the sobs but her whole body was shaking and tears poured down her cheeks. She had been genuinely frightened for her life.

That is when he had appeared…

Owen.

At first he didn't say anything, he merely came to stand next to her, leaning up against the wall, arms folded, his eyes at the floor.

"That was a pretty scary thing to go through," he had muttered eventually, glancing up at her.

Missy had desperately tried to wipe away tear tracks but the sobs seemed to be coming thick and fast.

"It's happened to me a couple of times. They've caught me off guard and I wasn't mentally prepared," he had uttered.

"What did you do?" Missy asked.

Owen shrugged. "I didn't cry but I came close to it a couple of times."

Missy gazed up at him, all biceps and rumpled clothes and had been shocked at this response. This big, ex-navy guy was showing her his vulnerable side. Was showing her that she shouldn't be emabrssed to cry.

"I've seen you working, I like your style," he had said with a bit of a smile.

Missy had given a sniff. "Thanks," she had mumbled.

"I'm Owen, by the way," he had said holding out his hand.

"Missy," she had replied, wiping tears from her eyes and taking his hand in hers.

And that had how they had become friends. Each and every time Missy had entered the raptor enclosure from then on Owen had come up and talked to her. Most of their conversations at first were fairly formal. Then one evening, when Missy was out at a bar with some girlfriends, Owen had caught her eye at the other end of the bar. Most of her friends had nudged her in the ribs and swooned about how handsome he was but Missy had just rolled her eyes at them. She had chatted with him for a while and he had introduced her to some of his friends. But that night Missy had had way more than she had intended to drink that night and Owen had revelled in speaking really loudly to her when she had turned up at the raptor paddock the next morning.

She hated him but at the same time loved being around him. He was a great guy to be friends with.

Just friends…. that's all they were.

It was 1pm by the time Missy pulled up outside the raptor paddock. Her blouse reeked of stegosaurus spew. She gave a sigh and began to unbutton it. She had a spare, clean shirt next to her on the seat, her bra would only be visible for ten seconds, she thought.

But the moment she peeled her dirty shirt from her skin a loud knocking filled the truck.

She turned to see Owen standing beside the driver's door with a grin plastered across his face.

"Look, I know you just want to get naked when you come near me, but we're at work, you need to control yourself," he said cockily.

Missy rolled her eyes. "Shut up," she said, pulling on a fresh, cotton shirt. "I got Stego vomit me."

He pulled open the door and Missy hopped out and eyed him irritably. "What are you so cheery about?" she asked.

Owen continued to grin and gave a shrug. "It's the day before shut down week. An entire week of vacation, why wouldn't I be cheery about that?"

"Hmm… I guess," uttered Missy, shielding her eyes from the mid-day sun.

Owen glanced at her. "I thought you were going to Europe to visit your sister?" he said narrowing his eyes at her.

Missy gave a sigh as they walked towards the paddock. "She cancelled on me, she's got emergency meetings planned at the bank she works at in London. So I'm gonna hang around here for the week instead. How about you? Have you decided on any plans. The last time I spoke to you, you were still making up your mind."

Owen ran a hand across his stubbly chin. "I'm sticking around here too, as it happens. The fencing around the pens needs some work so I volunteered to fix it."

Missy smiled. "You know that the park can just hire in someone to do that for you," she muttered, shooting him a look.

Owen smiled, his eyes falling to the ground. "I know, but its quicker and easier if I just get it done myself."

The pair of them reached the raptor enclosure where swift shadows could just been seen between the slats of concrete barriers.

"How are they doing today?" asked Missy, nodding towards the pen.

"Pretty good," said Owen folding his arms across himself. "Work with the clicker is improving…. ISNT IT, BLUE?" he yelled loudly.

Suddenly all movement inside the paddock stopped at the sound of his voice. Owen chuckled.

"So what have those geeks in the labs got for us today?" he said turning back to Missy and eyeing the metal case at her side.

Missy quickly opened the case the reveal four heavy duty syringes, all filled with a yellow liquid.

"It's apparently a serum that works to improve the raptors' velocity and power," she said matter-of-factly, gazing up at Owen. But the raptor trainer immediately frowned.

"Those girls are strong enough already, they don't need anything to make them more powerful than they already are. They're animals- not monsters," he said exasperatedly.

"Owen, I'm just doing my job," uttered Missy, staring up at him guiltily.

"I know that," he said softening, touching her gently on the arm. "It just kills me how they're trying to breed them to be weapons, when they're dangerous enough already."

Owen looked down at Missy, a frown at his brow and gazed into her eyes.

She bit her lip as her grey orbs met his green ones.

A long moment passed before she suddenly growled in frustration.

"Fine!" she said, rolling her eyes and reaching down into the bag. "But don't say I don't ever do anything for you."

Glancing this way and that, she pulled out the four syringes and emptied each one out into the bushes beside them.

When she was done she slipped the empty vials into a separate compartment of her bag.

"Happy?" she asked, through gritted teeth.

Owen beamed at her and before even saying a word he pressed a kiss to her cheek.

Missy's stomach suddenly lurched.

"You owe me one," she uttered when he pulled away, a blush creeping over her face.

"Definitely," he said grinning. "Anything you want." And with that Owen escorted Missy back over towards her beat-up truck.

What neither of them seemed to notice was that Vic Hoskins, Head of InGen security division, watching them from a walkway high above the raptor pen.

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