#Black Flying Fox Pup

[loveisinthebat]

Literal Baby

#Black Flying Fox Pup #Bats of Indonesia #Bats of South east Asia #Baby Bat #Bat #bats #batposting #Cute bats #cute animals #Bat of the day #Daily Bat #I mean look at them #Literal #actual Baby #ACTUALLY a baby bat

[transgender-chiroptera]

Esmeralda, the Black Flying Fox pup, via Bat.Conservation.Rescue.qld

#good lord those feet #black flying fox #flying fox #fruit bat #bat #q

[undead-merman]

Question: how well would Loki get along with the other hybrid boys in dol? Ignoring they don't seem to hang in the same circles. ~🌹

Loki was a bit of a loner until PC came alone. He responses to warmth and love. There's not much of it in that town. He tries but a lot of the time it doesn't end well for him.

Dog People: He can get along with some of them. But they often fight over food and those fights can get nasty. Blood can be shed against the more aggressive ones and he's not a very dominant dog. the sweeter ones that would bring you money he gets along with well. Playing with them and sharing some of the toys you got him.

Wolf People: Like dogs he gets along with the more submissive and playful ones, but he often attacks them since they try to hurt you. He won't hold back if he gets the okay from you, or if he's not trained enough if you seem distressed. Black Wolf? He does not get along with. He's scared of him. Black dog? He'll try.

Cat People: He finds them enchanting. The forbidden friend. Unlike other dogs he doesn't see them as prey, he thinks their pretty and graceful like if you saw a dolphin jump from the water while on the beach. They tend to not like him due to his high energy but the ones that do tolerate him he's about to cry tears of joy.

Wild Cat People: Since they are much bigger he's much more playful with them unless they show aggression. but even when they do he still tries to play nice. Getting into the classic play stance on all fours even when their growling at hissing at him. He won't take the hint until they draw blood.

Lizard people: The smaller ones he does see as prey. He'll shake them around like the video of the dog attacking the snake and throwing it into the field. Bigger ones? He'll run as fast as he can unless your there. He's terrified of them.

Bear People: He's scared of them, but in a way that he'll just bark and try to chase them away. He'll chase at them and bite their heels and ass on the way out. He'll brawl them if he has too.

Boar People: He see them threats. He won't run up and bother them but he'll huff at them to stay away and when they charge he's always ready for a fight with them. He's a big dog so he wins more times than not but not without injuries.

Pig People: Weirdly likes them? if you bring him to Alex's farm he follows them around licking them. If you ask him he can't answer he just likes how they taste with a big smile but he's never nipped at one.

Cow People: He gets along with them. He'll just stand around with them or even laze around in the sun with them. He's no good trying to herd them though.

Centaur People: He often tries to play with them but might get stomped at if their in a bad mood. Loves playing chase with them and with them he runs so fast he's a blur.

Harpies: Like lizards he sees them as prey and the smaller ones he likes to chase, while the bigger ones he just stares at not sure what to do. Great Hawk he has a complicated relationship with He doesn't like it when they fly away with you but at least they treat you kinder than most. Still might attack them though when they see them unless called off.

Dolphin People: He's very confused by them and not sure if he wants to try and play with them or run away. He's back and forth with them and his fur is always on end around them.

Fox People: Does not like them. They tease him and trick him and it drives him wild. Its much harder to call him back when he sees one. It's on sight for him. He was bullied as a pup by a bunch of foxes always teaming up to steal his food.

Plant People: He doesn't see a difference between them and humans. Humans just smell less like dirt and flowers. Does bite if they try to touch him in a way he only lets you do but will try to play with them by bringing them sticks. Loki was a bit of a loner until he met PC. He responds to warmth and love, and there's not much of it in that town. He tries to get along with them in his own way, but a lot of the time it doesn’t work out.

Dog People: He can get along well with some of them. But they often fight over food, and those fights can get nasty. Blood can be shed against the more aggressive ones and he's not a very dominant dog. The sweeter ones that would bring you money, he gets along with well. Playing with them and sharing some of the toys you got for him.

Wolf People: Like dogs, he gets along with the more submissive and playful ones, but he often attacks them since they try to hurt you. He won't hold back if he gets the okay from you, or if he's not trained enough if you seem distressed. Black Wolf? He does not get along with. He's scared of him. Black dog? He'll try.

Cat People: He finds them enchanting. The forbidden friend. Unlike other dogs, he doesn't see them as prey. He thinks they are pretty and graceful, like if you saw a dolphin jump from the water while on the beach. They tend to not like him due to his high energy, but the ones that do tolerate him he's about to cry tears of joy.

Wild Cat People: Since they are much bigger, he's much more playful with them unless they show aggression. But even when they do, he still tries to play nice. Getting into the classic play stance on all fours even when they are growling and hissing at him. He won't take the hint until they draw blood.

Lizard People: The smaller ones, he does see as prey. He'll shake them around like in the video of the dog attacking the snake and throwing it into the field. Bigger ones? He'll run as fast as he can unless you're there. He's terrified of them.

Bear People: He's scared of them, but in a way that he'll just bark and try to chase them away. He'll chase them and bite their heels and asses on the way out. He'll brawl with them if he has to.

Boar People: He sees them as threats. He won't run up and bother them, but he'll huff at them to stay away, and when they charge, he's always ready for a fight with them. He's a big dog so he wins more often than not, but not without injuries.

Pig People: Weirdly likes them? If you bring him to Alex's farm, he follows them around licking them. If you ask him he can't answer. He just likes how they taste with a big smile but he's never nipped at one.

Cow People: He gets along well with them. He'll just stand around with them or even laze around in the sun with them. He's no good at trying to herd them.

Centaurs: He often tries to play with them but might get stomped if they're in a bad mood. Loves playing chase with them and with them he runs so fast he's a blur.

Harpies: Like lizards, he sees them as prey and the smaller ones he likes to chase, while the bigger ones he just stares at, not sure what to do. Great Hawk he has a complicated relationship with them. He doesn't like it when they fly away with you, but at least they treat you kinder than most. Still might attack them though when they see them unless called off.

Dolphin People: He's very confused by them and not sure if he wants to try and play with them or run away. He's back and forth with them, and his fur is always on end around them.

Fox People: Does not like them. They tease him and trick him, and it drives him wild. It's much harder to call him back when he sees one. It's on sight for him. He was bullied as a pup by a group of foxes who were always teaming up to steal his food.

Plant People: He doesn't see a difference between them and humans. Humans just smell less like dirt and flowers. He does bite if they try to touch him in a way he only lets you do, but will try to play with them by bringing them sticks.

#dol #degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity oc #oc loki #loki the Stray/Loyal #dog boy #dog man #undead's lust for dog men #let me know if i missed any

[mysterymirrors]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: NWOT Free People Beach Collection I'm So Fly Harem Pants - Black - S.

[sunny-and-co]

The kind of pet they have

Dog

Sofronio (great dane)

Jacob (black lab)

Noel (pomeranian)

Mattie (german shepherd)

Winter (chihuahua)

Grahame (pitbull)

Chris (boxer)

Daniel (bichon frises)

Nadia (chihuahua)

Chandler (blue heeler)

Cat

Arion (gray tabby)

Avery (bombay)

Sunny (yellow tabby)

Dion (calico)

Rayne (bombay)

Zeke (maine cat)

Zan (bombay)

Jae (russian blue)

Fish/other water creature

Felix (goldfish)

Carter (crab)

Bird/flying animals

Liam (parrot)

Flower (butterfly)

Jack (bat)

Nicolas (bat)

Reptiles

Stormy (frog)

Riny (lizard)

Milo (lizard)

Other

Mio (horse)

Harve (mouse)

Camilla (fox pup)

Hayden (horse)

#sunny and co #my ocs #animals #pets

[bad-succulent-father]

This is the intro post

About me:

Shitty father of 90ish

Yes I do have a favorite son and he's dying

Yes I did buy a replacement

I have had succulents for: 3 months 👍

I am in fact addicted

I do NOT have a quarantine for new plants (no space)

As a beginner I freak out at everything

I don't have proper cutting shears, just an old pair of scissors from high school

My sins:

Had no grow light for a month leading to horrible etoliation in my first 20 plants

Put my jade in regular potting soil

Didn't mix inorganic grit into soil for potting for the first few weeks

Watered an overwatered plant, causing it to literally explode when I touched it

Bought 2 plants with spidermites and had them right next to old plants

Doused plants in isopropyl alcohol afterwards (did not get rid of the mites but didn't let them spread?)

Mistaked isopropyl alcohol stains as damage and wiped the farina off of one of my pvns

Sprayed straight 91% isopropyl alcohol on my plants after seeing mealybugs on 3. So many leaves were burnt

Did not rinse the alcohol off.

Mistaked the isopropyl alcohol burns as mealybug damage and sprayed again.

Still didn't rinse it off.

Mistaked the added burns as signs mealybugs were still there and shittily cut off the crowns and threw them away

Did not replace soil after dousing plants in isopropyl alcohol

Did not quarantine plants, causing mealybugs to show up on some of my props

Watered cuttings with no roots

Expected plants to be fine in 101°+ weather

General list of plants:

Echeveria: 71 plants

Crassula: 10 plants

Graptopetalum: 7 plants

Haworthia: 5 plants

Pachyphytum: 4 plants

Aloe: 3

Graptoveria: 3 plants

Graptosedum: 2 plants

Kalanchoe: 2 plants

Sedum: 2 plants

Sempervivum: 2 plants

Sedeveria: 2 plants

Pachyveria: 2 plant

Kleinia: 1 plant

Haworthiopsis: 1 plant

Sinnocrassula: 1 plant

Orostachys: 1 plant

Pachysedum: 1 plant

Miscellaneous leaf props/cuttings: 30ish

Read more for species specifications

Agavoides Lemaire. Absolutely massive

Echeveria

Agavoides Yellow Ebony. This one was huge too??

Amazing Grace. A plump baby with no problems.

Awesome Jelly. Has one funky leaf with a notch and I love it

Arze. The picture showed white and red but it's actually just green w some red 😔

Asante Sana. It's got such broad leaves and thick farina AUAUUAGH.

Atlantis: I have 2 and they're soooo pretty, I love the farina!

Bijou. It looks so frosty hehe

Black Bird. Being very careful with this one because it's so big and I love the light tips.

Black Marvel. It's very very red

Black Cat. My replacement for my beloved Loki.

Black Colorata. Bought bc I wanted free shipping, I didn't expect to love it so much!

Black Pearl. Double headed beauty

Black Racoon. It's just so shaped I just love the shape so much

Black Sugar. An absolutely large guy.

Black Witch. Looks like the black cat 🤔

Black Zaragoza. Not sure if he's growing a flower or not... BUT NOW THERES 2!!

Blue Minima. It's a big cluster and it's so cute.

Blue Bird. Oh how I've waited for getting a nice one and finally!!

Blue Dragon. It just looks juicy somehow?

Cherry Blossom Ending. I just love these types.

Chocolate Mint. Dusty and thirsty, gosh I hope I don't kill this one

Chihuahuensis 'Momotarou'. Doesn't look a thing like the chihuahuensis I had that died... SUSPICIOUS for the first seller

Christmas. The one I thought was a tippy, it's an OG for me.

Cupsidata var. Zaragozae. I loooove these so much, I have 2!

Echo. Hopefully I get more red splotches like the picture ):

Fly to the Sky. I love the leaves hehehe

Fox Tail. Main head looks super weird but the pup has slightly less weird leaves?

Ice Rose. Absolutely a beauty.

German Champagne x Laui. Plump little guy

Gothika. I have 3 and I wish i had MORE.

Holy Gate. I was so scared because it got destroyed in shipping, but she's alive with an offshoot!!

Indigo. It's so small and has so many heads eee

Japanese Mulberry. Had mealies but maybe ive solved this?

Laui. Oh I love it so much

King Bird. Deliciously red

Koh I Noor. Expensive for me but that thick powdery farina is worth it.

Lemon Lime. Bane of my existence, sprite the idiot with mealybugs

Lola. This one is going outside the damage I did was horrible

Longissima Hybrid. The leaves are so waxy and cool

Mexensis Zaragosa. I might have burned it a little

Minima Variagated. It's soo pretty!!

Monroe. Oh what a plump beauty

Perle Von Nurnberg. I have 2, and one got all of the farina removed

N. I don't know if that's even the name bc it came with a stick just labeled echeveria. The seller prob just put a letter to fill

Orange Monroe. My OG big ass plant.

Orion. Came as a free gift (with a mealybug...) but it's cute!

Red Gear. Hohoho it's so pink and sharp hehehhe

Powdery Cotton. I couldn't resist the allure of a sale

Rajoya. Duuuuude I love it it reminds me of the first black cat so much...

Sarahime hybrids. I have 2 that look very different and I love them

Sensation. It's so flat and strange..

Starmark. I put this one in my bulbasaur pot

Star Jelly. It better stress right soon or Else.

Star Snow. What a beautiful mistake. I didn't order it and yet I got it

Strictifloria v Nova. This was a gamble from a sus shop. It looks like it doesn't even know what light is

Echeveria Tinkerbell. I finally found out what it was from someone else's sale listing,,,

Trumso x Laui. I just love the thick farina

Tippy. So pretty and the farina is so nice hehehe.

Viyant. Pudgy and stubby! Love it!

White Elegans. It came in a cluster and a ton fell off. I have 5 props from it now

White Elegans x Monroe. Easily my tiniest plant. Smaller than my props even, it's adorable

White Lotus. A stunner for sure. Doesn't like having it's own leaves though

White Peach Blossom. I accidentally split it so now it's 2!

Yellow Fin. The colors are so vibrant and she's so teensy!

Zaragoza. Yeah I love Zaragozas a lot.

Crassula

Ovata Jade. My mom gave this to me because it has powdery mildew. It still might I can't tell but the treatments worked well?

Exilis subsp. Cooperi "Tiger Jade". Wimpy and leggy!

Fantasy variagated. It's Pastel and cute!

Perforata. It had spider mites so I threw it outside. It's prospering with the main pest of rolly pollies eating the leaves I guess??

Perforata Variegata. I'd say it's perfect but as time goes on I wonder if it was chemically forced to look that way..

Red pagoda? I have 2 of these and frankly nothing looks like them from what I can find. At some point I just settled on this

Shark tooth. Came very limp. Hoping we grow out of the sadness

Tabularis Pagoda Village. PATHETIC! WIMPY! LIMP!

Tom Thumb. My best Crassula because it's not stupid

Graptopetalum

Amethystinum. Honestly a wonderful guy doing his best being chubby

Paraguayense Ghost. My light won't stress it pinker than yellow... But now I've got 2!!

Pachyphyllum Bluebean. Had a full recovery from overwatering. Looks pathetic tho

Ellen. Not sure how to feel.

Rusbyi. So pretty..

Superbum. Oh gosh it's big...

Graptosedum

Darley Sunshine. Also burnt to hell but still alive, I have 6 props of this etoliated and burnt disaster

Francisco Baldi. It's super long. Can't wait for it to stress!

Graptoveria

Bashful Pink Ruby. Is what I rhink this one is idk.

Opalina. Came with a variagated baby!! So cute

Tibituans Variagated. I have a cutting because one of the heads fell off. That head apparently had mealybugs and now it's got weird ass leaves

Haworthia

Athena. Has sunburn but it's going away. Just like the bottom leaves (:

Attenuata. MY BELOVED BIG Q. Named after Quackity, this was technically my first ever plant. The first time... Back when the internet said put ice cubes on your succulents. It died but I have a new one!

Fasciata Big Band. Huge and has solid stripes.

Fasciata Cape Town. Hoo all the little spots

Obtusa. Said it would be pink. It's obviously orange.

Kalanchoe

Little Dragon. Has a mysterious white substance that isn't farina on it. Is it mildew? Idk it doesn't look like it. We'll see what happens

Tomentosa Teddy Bear. So soft so soft

Pachyveria

Sedum

Bubbles. Resuscitated from near death.

Yeonji. Has black spots all over old leaves. Not sure what it is

Adolphii Firestorm. Only after sunstressing did I know what this was

Morganianum Burrito. So fresh and beautiful hehehe

Sempervivum

Desert Rose. His purple magesty wasnt happy till he was outside. Thriving somehow

Lotus Blossom. The props have rooted and grown, we are back in business 😎

Aloe

Haworthioides. Just an emo, forgot this guy was an Aloe technically

Kleinia

Purple Haze. Bought bc haha weed. But honestly this one is pretty

White fox. I have low hope that it won't die considering it's acting funny

Sedeveria

Blue Elf. It's so pretty, didn't come w much dirt tho

Lilac mist. It's really resisting stress tbh.

Pachyphytum

Stapeliiformis. It's a pickle plant. What more can I say I'm in love

Apricot variagated. This was from the same sketchy shop, yet its massive and beautiful??

Oviferum Lavender Pebbles. Oh so pretty and healthy and now I have 2

Pachysedum

Ganzhou variagated. It's all dark I love it.

Orostachys

Dunce cap. It looks withered and pathetic.

Sinnocrassula

Yunnanensis. It's so wild having this I had wanted it for sooo long and it's so fantastic irl.

[cinnastims]

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[cozzzynook]

Two tailed white fox Touya runs through the forest trying to get away from hunters. Keeping the bundle close to his chest he looks for a safe place to hide.

Seeing a large waterfall with a cave behind it and he makes a run for it.

Tumbling inside he curls in a ball His tails wrapping around himself and the small kit he waits.

The sound of footsteps running away from him makes his white ears twitch. Relief floods through Touya as the hunters leave.

He catches his breathe before uncurling his tails, lifting his body, he smiles. The kit stares wide eyed at him, chubby hands lifting as he begins to fuss. The kit wants comfort from its dam, the fearful and scared scent stinking in the babes nose.

As best he can, Touya lets a bit of his scent out. The anxious yet soft smell of burning snowflakes filling

The babes nose as Touya pulls the kit towards his nape. Letting out a coo, the kit burrows into Touya’s nape. Small chubby fingers holding tightly to his white ripped yukata. Falling asleep, the kit releases a content milky scent, making Touya relax.

Looking around the cave Touya stands, sniffing the area, trying to see if any other mythical creatures linger near by. It would be dangerous for him and his kit to be seen by another of there kind.

As an unmated omega he’s up for grabs. Any alpha could try and claim him. Killing his kit in The process. The thought makes him shiver and his kit smelling his distress in his sleep, whimpers. Quickly calming down his scent returns to normal. The kit sighs latching onto its dam’s nape, suckling.

Frowning Touya knows his kit is getting hungry and Touya knows he has only Just enough milk to last for half a feeding. He’ll hand to hunt for food soon or he’ll risk being even more vulnerable. Something he can’t risk being the sole protector for himself and kit.

The memory of his sire frowning at him, telling him to get rid of his kit Makes him growl. Stifling it so as not to disturb his kit he walks on throbbing feet, further into the cave. Sighing in relief when he sits down. Curling both tails over his kit Touya falls asleep, unbeknownst to him the golden eyes watching him and his kit slumber.

Morning Rises and with it Touya. Still tired and now hungry, Touya shivers. The cold biting into him all night making it hard to sleep. But his kit is warm and healthy so he tries to pay no mind to it. Standing he walks towards the entrance of the cave, wincing every so often. Curling His tail around himself and his kit he jumps through the water, seeing his kit is dry he begins walking.

Its another hour before his kit wakes whimpering for food. He sighs, frustrated at not having a safe space to nurse his kit, but he walks on until his kits whimpers turn to Frustrated crying. Stopping in an area surrounded by large trees, Touya sits down. Only a pleasant faded scent of warm-wood and spicy honeysuckle lingers and it entices Touya to relax.

A soft billow of wind chills Touya and looking around, he sees no one. So he moves his tail  Back just enough to see his kits fussy flushed face. Fond smile gracing his lips Touya moves the top of his yukata down and shifts his kit to his nipple. Latching on hungrily his kit suckles.

Touya’s hand playing with strands of white and red evenly split hair he lifts his head Looking into the trees. Only to still in fear before he snarls barring his fangs. Jumping onto his feet he unlatches his kit and curls his tails over the crying babe. Running with speed only a dam protecting their kit can, he runs.

Panting almost tripping over tree roots he runs. The sound of blades wiping through the air makes Touya’s ear twitch. Moving faster he grits his teeth, he’s hungry, weak, tired, sore and his two month old kit is in danger. A danger he knows he won’t be able to outrun.

His lungs begin to burn from exertion. Touya has to keep Moving, ‘ Can’t stop,’ he tells himself. ‘Get kit safe, get kit safe.’ Feeling frustrated tears in his eyes, Touya feels a warm hand touch his back and he ducks down, falling. Tumbling he wraps his arms and tail around his kit to keep them safe. A cry of pain leaving him as He lays on his side. Shaking, Touya tries to lift himself with his palm but he’s too weak. He wasn’t in shape to be walking let alone running. He’s surprised he lasted as long as he did.

The sound of wings flapping catches Touya’s attention and he curls around his kit, hissing Venomously. The sound of feet crunching leaves can be heard. In front of him is a man with long talons on feathered bird feet. The man bends down and a shadow is cast over Touya. The man has feathers lining his arms. Long sharp talons on his feathered hands. His hair golden like The sun with concerned honey eyes, sharp as pins. Feathers adorn the front of his hairline and large red wings are surrounding the two.

Touya’s eyes widen as he realizes its a harpy, a male harpy. They are white rare often legends among mythical creatures themselves. Much like The multi tailed fox clans. Touya leaves his shock behind hissing once again at the creature, making the feathered man stop. Even weakened like this if the man moved near his kit he would kill him.

A coo leaves the mans throat and Touya doesn’t relax. An odd feeling tingling in The back of his throat makes him pause for a moment. But when the stranger moves closes to him he swipes a clawed hand and misses by a hair.

Harpies are dangerous, they’re known for being able to kill almost anything if prompted. He wants no parts of this, he just wants to find A safe place to raise his kit, was that too much to ask?

Hands card through Touya’s hair and before he can kill the stranger, the mans scent floats into his nose. Body shaking, trying to fight it, he relaxes. The scent of spicy honeysuckle and warm wood calming him. ‘Alpha.’ This harpy is an alpha and his scent smells good, better than any scent Touya has ever smelled before. The stranger continues to let his scent out, the effect calming his kits crying.

Another coo leaves the feathered man and Touya finds himself tightening his hold as the man Carries him. Wings covering the two the stranger lets his scent wander around the three of them. His kits soft purrs of sleep reaching his ears. It makes Touya’s omega purr in satisfaction.

‘Mate,’ it says. It leaves Touya with conflicted feelings. He didn’t imagine himself Or his kit in this predicament. Before long he feels himself drifting, days of running and lack of food and water have drained him. The cold has drained him.

He should stay awake, he has to, he has to protect his kit. But his instincts know this is his mate and it finds no Reason to distrust him. But Touya knows mates can do harmful things to one another. His mother and father coming to mind and his scent changes to anger before being snuffed out by the harpies calm scent.

With an annoyed whimper, Touya falls asleep. Warm honey eyes watching his Every moment.

Flapping his wings Keigo touches the sky, gliding carefully with his mate and his future kit in tow. Reaching the trees he weaves his way through the branches and vines, path familiar to him. He stops and uses taloned feet to open the door. Closing it when inside, Keigo walks towards his nest, laying the two down. Covering his mate and their pup in thick black wolves fur, he looks at them.

His mate is small, too small. He’s a bit taller than Keigo sure, but he’s too skinny. He could feel his mates bones poking through the thin yukata when He was flying. From what he saw of their pup, the hatchling was healthy and well fed. Something he admired in his mate. Yet it made his blood boil, who left his mate and hatchling to wander in the cold? Why weren’t they safe in a warm nest? His mate did well to hide their scents. The milky scent on both dam and hatchling hidden, something that should be loud and warm instead of cold and hidden. His mate held no post hatchling weight, just how long was he running?

The creatures of this forest heard the hunters enter most likely following his mate. The Ground dwellers killing them not long after his mate hid in the cave.

The sound of their hatchling cooing and the sight of them wiggling in their dams hold makes Keigo freeze. He doesn’t want to overstep bounds, his mate was so distressed when he first made contact with him. Another wiggle and their hatchling begins to whine, the sound making Keigo’s alpha unsettled. Their hatchling should be happy and content, the scent of distress coming from their hatchling unnerves him. Carefully Keigo lifts his mates two tails revealing a small chubby kit. Staring in awe, Keigo carefully lifts the small babe. Holding the hatchling close warming him. The little boy looks up at him in wonder, grey and blue mismatched eyes shine. White fox ears twitching uncontrollably and the swaddled blanket around the babes healthy belly wiggles. Tilting his head avian-like, Keigo loosens the blanket, a red tail and white tail appearing. Blinking once in surprise, Keigo watches as the tail shakes and the hatchling whines. Quickly and carefully, Keigo swaddles their kit again, holding him close, keeping him warm.

Thats how Keigo spends the next few hours. Cuddling and playing with the small hatchling, keeping him warm and letting him have very little water. Something he’s able to coax down his sleeping mates throat as well. But soon the peace is over and little hatchling begins to squirm And soon cries can be heard. Bouncing the hatchling,trying to keep him quiet so his mate wouldn’t wake so soon, he misses vibrant blue eyes staring at him.

“He’s hungry. Give him here.”

The sound of his mates voice makes him jump, hold tightening on the hatchling. Keigo looks Over to his mate and blushes. Scampering to give the hatchling back, the cries soon end as little hatchling catches sight of his dam. Needy coos leave the babe and Touya pulls his yukata down, the kit latching on immediately, suckling greedily.

Touya winces every so often his Body struggling to produce the milk needed for his pup and Keigo stifles a growl at this. Going to his wooden food storage, Keigo pulls out the freshest chunk of meat and sits in front of his mate. Holding the heavy morsel in his hand he puts it at his mates lip. Ignoring the Fierce hiss coming from his mate, Keigo gently shoves the meat inside his mouth smiling and purring when Touya swallows. The meat tastes delicious and days of hunger make Touya weak. Giving in he eats the heavy morsel the feathered man feeds him, low purs betraying him. The small hatchling feeds happily from his dam and Touya rocks side to side a low hum in his throat.

The kit sighs as he drinks and begins to fall asleep. The scent of happy hatchling and happy dam filling Keigo’s den. Happy scent leaving Keigo he chirps in happiness at the two. Kit now asleep, Touya yawns trying to stay awake, this man is his mate but that doesn’t mean he’s welcome to stay. The mans lucky he didn’t kill him when he woke with his kit in feathered arms instead of his own.

Fighting another yawn, a hand moves Touya to lay down. Wiping his Head in the mans direction, Touya feels a growl crawl up his throat but it stops when the feathered man speaks.

“My names Keigo, tell me what’s yours?”

Frowning Touya answers, “Touya.”

Nodding the man looks at the nest.

“Can I join you, Touya?”

With a flustered grunt Touya Answers. “Its your den, do whatever.”

The man smiles eyes never blinking, never leaving Touya or their hatchling. Keigo moves to sit beside Touya, lifting the furs moving most to lay on Touya and little hatchling

“Whats his name?”

Looking down at the sleeping bundle in his Arms Touya answers with a peaceful smile, “Shouto.”

Eyes beaming with wonder Keigo nods, his mate is beautiful. Their hatchling perfect.

Another yawn leaves Touya and Keigo releases a calming scent, enticing his mate to rest. He’s been running for who knows how long, he doesn’t Need to run anymore, Keigo will take care of them.

Shuffling closer, Keigo takes his chance laying his mate down and pulling the furs over the two. His wing coming to shield the three, a growl strops him and Keigo lets his wing rest below their waists.

Two snowy white tails Cover the sleeping kit and Touya feels his eyes slip closed. The scent of milky kit and his own milky burning snowflake scent mixing perfectly with warm wood and spicy honeysuckle.

With both dam and hatchling asleep, Keigo lays beside them, keeping watch. His happy scent And soft croons and trills, never ceasing.

#bnha #mha #ao3 #dabihawks #dabi #touya todoroki #omega dabi #alpha hawks #alpha takami keigo #takami keigo #fluff #alpha/beta/omega dynamics #mythical creatures #harpy hawks #fox dabi #shouto todoroki

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Cling

#Black Flying Fox #bats of Australia #bat of the day #Daily bat #bat #bats #batposting #cute bats #Cute animals #look at them #is a baby #Bat pups #lil baby bat

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Calico - Chapter Eight

— pairing: Hybrid ot7 x Human Reader (Female) — genre: hybrid AU, fluff, angst, slow burn (like real slow), eventual smut — word count: 3k — Rating: G — warnings: Slight mention of past abuse, description of a panic attack. — beta: Thank you @taegularities​ and @joheunsaram​ <3

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— chapter summary:

Y/N is having a hard day, who will comfort her?

— A/N: Guys, I’m so bad at summaries, if this was an exam my grades would’ve been in the negative. Anyway, welcome to the new chapter! I know I was supposed to post fallen, but somehow I ended up writing Calico instead.

I’ve had a bad case of writer’s block this week so writing this chapter was really painful, words refused to come out of my brain xD I hope you like it! You guys have been so awesome, all your feedback is really helpful. Thank you so much <3

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I made my way downstairs in search of breakfast. Ice cream, that’s what I needed. It was that kind of a day. I was tired, jet lagged, and the tension in the house had me on edge. The flight home was fairly uneventful, except for the part where Jimin had gotten scared of flying. He had asked to hold my hand, but by the time we were in the air, the hybrid was practically sitting on my lap. Not that I minded, he was hella cuddly and his purring was downright therapeutic.

When I had asked Jungkook, if it would be okay to bring the newer hybrids home, the bunny had sounded excited, but as soon as we had gotten home, the mood had suddenly shifted. It was not the welcome I was expecting.

First, Jungkook’s hair was the color of the rainbow. His beautiful black locks were turned into a colorful mess, his white bunny ears poking out of it in stark contrast. It was a riot of colors, artfully mixed together, and I felt like I was looking at rainbow pasta. Not that the bunny didn’t pull it off, he looked really cute in it, but somehow I had a raging suspicion that it hadn’t been Jungkook’s idea.

Then, there was the growling match. I had never seen Jungkook so aggressive before. The usually sweet and well behaved bunny had started growling at Jimin as soon as we’d entered the house.. That had set off a chain reaction with Namjoon and Seokjin joining in to protect their younger packmate.

On top of that, I had to go to Seoul for three days to take care of business. I had to visit the main office to attend a few meetings and sign some papers. The whole time I felt guilty about leaving the hybrids alone. I was constantly worried that somehow they’d end up fighting. By the time I came back, somehow, someway, Jason had managed to convince Jimin to dye his hair pink. He was on a warpath.

And lastly, there was the issue of a certain stuffed penguin that went missing -  my nights were sleepless without him. All in all, this had to have been one of the shittiest weeks, and it felt like I was losing my grip on reality.

I stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing my eyes, struggling to keep them open. Unlike Jason, who was cheerfully humming, I was not a morning person. Seokjin was busy near the stove, cooking something and by the smell wafting from the pan, I could tell that it was something delicious. I had thanked every existing god when I’d learned that the sugar glider hybrid was actually an excellent chef. The first morning, he had seen Jason cook breakfast, he’d been horrified, promptly taking over the kitchen after that. Even Jungkook had begrudgingly ate his food.

My stomach grumbled as I peered in the pan. Kimchi fried rice, delicious. Unlike Jimin and Jungkook, the two older hybrids weren’t really that affectionate. I wondered if it was because they weren’t used to me yet or if they just had a different temperament. I needed to do more research on that.

I plopped down on the chair with a groan, resting my head on the counter, hands securely wrapped around my stomach. Jason gave me an enthusiastic “good morning” and I shot him a middle finger, too tired to curse at him. The bastard chuckled.

I was debating if I should stab him with a fork when I felt hands wrapping around my waist, long fingers intertwined with mine. Jungkook bent down to nuzzle the side of my face. His muscular body pressed close. My lips curled into a small smile as I made small happy noises. My brain wasn’t awake enough to form coherent sentences yet. I needed my cup of coffee or better yet, some delicious ice cream.

Jungkook’s arms tightened around me possessively, I could feel the vibrations in his chest as he let out a low growl. I opened my eyes to see Jimin standing near the chair, looking distressed, hands balled into fists at his sides. His tail was swishing rapidly in agitation, ears flattened to his head. He was biting his lower lip, trying his best not to respond to Jungkook’s hostility.

“Bunny no,” I croaked, patting his hands, my voice thick with sleep. I lifted my head, extending a hand to Jimin. Jungkook took his cue and reluctantly let me go, keeping hold of my other hand. Jimin grabbed my hand and with his other one checked my forehead, a worried look on his face.

“Are you sick?” he asked, gnawing on his lip.

“I’m just sleepy.” He giggled at my pout and graced me with a forehead kiss. He sat down next to me, and now I was sandwiched between two hybrids who were holding my hands, glaring daggers at each other. I rested my forehead on the counter with a sigh. What was I going to do with them?

Once again I was in a dilemma. I could scold them and make them shake hands, like a couple of kids, or I could let them handle it on their own, like adults. Taking care of four hybrids was tiring. I shot a quick glance at Seokjin, who was now setting up the table; he was ignoring the two younger hybrids in front of him, but his tail was curled tightly, ears flat. It seemed as if he was tense too.

“Guys, I need breakfast,” I said, reluctantly pulling my hands from their grip. I made my way to the fridge to grab a tub of my favorite ice cream, ignoring the stares that the hybrids were giving me. I had to stop myself from pulling Jason’s ear as I passed him, not now Y/N. The revenge for ruining Jungkook’s hair had to be elaborately planned, something memorable, just like old days. Like the time when I had super glued his shirt cuffs closed, so he couldn't put his hands through the sleeves. He had started this war, I was going to finish it.

“I like your garden!” Namjoon said as he walked in through the back door. Ears perked up, an excited glint in his eyes. I didn’t even know he was out there. I wondered if he could help me with the hybrid situation, he was a pack leader after all. He had informed me about hybrid pack dynamics on the plane while I cuddled a sleepy Jimin. Apparently he was their alpha, the leader of their pack, Seokjin was second in command and Jimin was their maknae. He was excited to meet Jungkook, since he was a rabbit hybrid, they're usually very docile and friendly. Needless to say, we had both been shocked at the bunny's behavior.

“I’m glad you like it. Maybe you could help me with it?”

“Really? I would love to!”

We all moved to the seldom used dining table for breakfast - now that there were six of us, the kitchen counter was too small to occupy us all. I debated where to sit, I didn't want to take sides in the hybrid cold war, so I chose to sit at the head of the table, safe middle ground. I knew Jungkook would want to share the ice cream. I wondered if the other hybrids would too, so I had brought extra spoons, just in case.

"Seokjin, this is delicious!" Jason said as soon as he took a bite of the fried rice. "Where did you learn to cook like this?" I couldn't help but smile at the hint of envy in his voice.

"Madame hired a professional chef to teach me when she found out I liked to cook," he said shyly, ears turning pink from all the attention. It was his cutest trait: whenever someone looked at him, his ears would start to redden.

"That was nice of her," I said dryly, the distaste apparent in my tone.

"She was really nice," Namjoon said pointedly, clearly disliking my tone.

“Clair was kind, she saved us from our previous owners and gave us a home,” Jimin joined him.

"Oh?" Jason said, trying to coax some details. The three hybrids shared a quick look. Jungkook had abandoned his fried rice and was digging into my ice cream, his ears perked, listening in on the conversation.

“My first owner was a gambler, but he didn’t play poker. He and his rich friends were into blood sports. They had their own dog fighting ring. He had raised me since I was a pup, trained me to be a fighter, forced me to participate. One day, Clair saw me at a party and she wanted to buy me, she offered him so much money that he couldn’t refuse,” Namjoon finished with a sad smile. I wanted to go and hug him, but I was sure the hybrid wouldn’t welcome the gesture.

“I…” Jimin paused, looking down at his hands. “The lady who raised me, she brought me clients. She’d sell me to people… sometimes it was for a night, sometimes it was more. She used to tell me that I was her lucky charm. Clair rescued me from her, she was really kind to me.”

The spoon in my hand clattered on the table. There was a ringing in my ear. My limbs were paralyzed, heart pounding in my chest as I felt the panic rise, almost drowning in it. I couldn't get enough air, finding myself on the verge of hyperventilating while my brain went into overdrive. It wasn’t my first panic attack, I was aware of what was happening to me, I knew I had to get a hold of myself. I couldn’t lose it here, not in front of them.

“Y/N? Hey can you hear me?” I turned towards the voice, Jason’s face slowly came into focus, “are you okay?”

“Y/N?” Jungkook said, looking extremely worried. He was holding my hand like a lifeline. I slowly removed his fingers and took my hand back.

“Yes, I’m fine,” I murmured, trying to control my breathing. I got up from the chair with wobbly knees, making my way towards the door. “You guys finish up, I’ll be in my office.”

Redemption, what a joke.

It was well into the afternoon when my stomach informed me that I was hungry. I was swarmed with paperwork. I’d been busy the whole week, running errands, filling forms, trying to keep the hybrids from tearing each other apart, so the paperwork got neglected, and now I was paying for it. I briefly wondered if I should go back home and grab something to eat, but then I remembered the look on everyone’s faces this morning. I had panicked in front of them. I had been feeling restless the whole week without a certain comfort penguin. I was too embarrassed to ask the guys if they had seen it.

I groaned, leaning back in my chair. How was I going to face them? What would I tell them if they asked? A knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts. “Come in.”

It was Jungkook, holding a bowl. He tentatively entered the office, looking everywhere but at me. His ears were drooping behind him. “I brought you lunch,” he said, setting the bowl on the table.

“I’m sorry I pushed you away this morning,” I apologized, extending a hand towards him, which he took hesitantly. I pulled him in my lap and buried my face in his chest; he smelled like vanilla.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asked, wrapping his big hands around me.

“No,” I whispered. “But don't worry bunny, I’ll be fine. I just need some sleep.”

“Is it because of Jimin? Can’t we just send him away?”

That made me raise my head to look at him. “Why don’t you like him, bun?”

“He’s too clingy,” Jungkook pouted, jutting his lower lip out. It made me giggle.

“What about Namjoon and Seokjin?”

“They can stay, Seokjin hyung makes delicious food and Namjoon hyung is so cool.”

“Oh, did you talk to them?”

He shook his head no. I almost cooed at him - the poor bunny was too shy to talk to the older hybrids. “Why don’t you try making friends with Jimin? I bet you’ll like him if you got to know him better.”

He buried his face in my hair and shook his head, “...don't wanna.”

I took his hand in mine. “Won’t you do it for me?” I asked dramatically, trying to sound upset.

Jungkook leaned back to look at me, pout more pronounced. He knew exactly what I was doing. “Fine, I’ll try,” he agreed with a defeated sigh.

“Thank you, baby.” I kissed his palm in gratitude. At least he had agreed to try. “Why did you dye your hair?” I asked curiously, running my hands through his multicolored locks.

“Iwantyoutolikeme,” he said in one breath, hiding his face in my hair again.

“What?”

“I want you to like me.”

“You dyed your hair because you want me to like you?” Jungkook nodded. “Oh baby, I already like you!” I squeezed him tight, letting him know how much he meant to me. Is that what Jason had told Jimin? That I’d like him better if he dyed his hair? Jason was diabolical, I really needed to come up with a good plan to get back at him.

“Bun, next time, don’t listen to Jason.”

I was curled up on the sofa with a blanket. It was past midnight but I was wide awake and restless, staring at the ceiling. I had almost turned on the TV, but then I remembered that there were four hybrids in the house with phenomenal hearing, and I really didn’t want to wake them up. And thus, I suffered in silence.

I hadn’t seen the three new hybrids all day; they hadn’t been introduced to the shelter yet, so they stayed at home. When I came back from work, they were already in their room. They had insisted on staying in the same room, something about new places and pack bonding. I was giving Jason the cold shoulder, at least until he apologized for his crimes. And Jungkook was busy playing his new video games.

Clair had saved Jimin.

The thought rang in my head. Why hadn’t she saved me? Would things have been different, if she had stepped in? I had to admit, I was a tiny bit jealous of the panther hybrid. She had saved him.

Madame was so kind.

I was furious. How dare she? Clair had been a coward, had lived and died as one. I knew it in my soul, never in a million years would I ever forgive that woman. She didn’t deserve it.

“You’re angry,” a quiet voice said. I looked up to see a tall silhouette standing at the bottom of the stairs. Seokjin stepped out of the shadows, clutching a pillow in his hands.

“I was thinking. Can’t sleep?”

“Namjoon snores really loudly,” he complained. It made me laugh. The three of them were always attached to the hip, I had wondered if it was because they were uncomfortable here.

“You know we have plenty of spare bedrooms, you can take any of them.”

“Why are you here?”

“I can’t sleep.” I shrugged. Seokjin nodded understandingly, but he didn’t move an inch. “Do you want to sleep on the couch?”

He hesitated, looking as if he was unsure if he should accept my offer before he murmured, “can I?”

“Of course! But I think, a bed would be more comfortable,” I said, moving from the couch to the armchair. Seokjin sat down on the couch, placing his pillow near him.

“Why can’t you sleep? Is it because of what Jimin said?” he asked cautiously, ears erect and attentive.

“I have insomnia.” I shrugged, but Seokjin kept staring at me. I squirmed under his piercing gaze;  staring at me like he could see right through my bullshit. “I didn’t have a good relationship with Clair. She raised me, but she was cruel, unkind. I just… can’t fathom her as someone nice.”

“So it had nothing to do with Jimin being a prostitute?” he asked suspiciously.

“WAIT! Is that what you guys thought? Oh my god, I would never…” I was shocked. No wonder the hybrids were avoiding me like the plague. “I’m really sorry, if it seemed that way but it's not like that. I’m really happy that Clair rescued him. He deserves a good home, a family. I don’t think you’d believe me, even if I told you what my aunt was like. I’m really sorry, if I hurt you guys. But believe me when I say that this is not a place where you’ll be judged for your past.”

“You mean that.” It was a statement, not a question.

“I do.”

“You could sleep on the couch with me?” Seokjin offered sheepishly, ears turning the color of strawberries. I was surprised to see him be so direct. He had been very reserved around me till now, only talking when necessary.

“Are you sure? Won’t you be uncomfortable?” I asked, eyeing the couch. It was big enough to seat five people comfortably, but Seokjin was big too.

He nodded. “I’ll be fine.”

Seokjin adjusted the pillow and laid down on the sofa, leaving room for me. I stood there with my hello kitty blanket, wondering if it was okay. The sudden change in the hybrid’s demeanor was unexpected and I gave up trying to dissect the situation. I had to admit, I was feeling a bit cuddly since the loss of my penguin and I desperately needed sleep. I scooched on the sofa, covering both of us with the blanket, resting my head on his arm.

“You’re not okay,” he murmured, wrapping his other arm around my waist, his tail curling around my thigh.

“I just need some sleep,” I sighed. Seokjin was like a furnace behind me. I wondered why all hybrids were this warm.

“Lies,” he said as he lightly nibbled on my ear. I gasped at the unexpected contact, my heart beating so loudly in my chest that I was sure he could hear it.

“I thought you didn’t like me,” my voice came out breathier than I had intended.

“I do, I just didn’t know how to approach you. You seem so independent, I didn’t know where I could fit in your life. The only thing I could do for Clair was look pretty. But this.... this I can do, I can comfort you. I want to be useful.”

I turned around to look at him. “Oh honey, you don’t have to be useful. You’re you and that’s enough for me. I just want you to be happy.” I lightly kissed his cheek.

“I’m going to be your comfort blanket,” Seokjin said with a smile and hugged me closer.

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do you know any pronouns that give off the same vibe as pup/pups, bat/bats and fox/foxs?

ofc!

pup/pups

woof/woof/woofs/woofself

bark/bark/barks/barkself

dog/dog/dogs/dogself

doggo/doggo/doggos/doggoself

tail/tail/tails/tailself

bite/bite/bites/biteself

paw/paw/paws/pawself

🐾/🐾/🐾 s/🐾 self

🐶/🐶/🐶s/🐶self

bat/bats

vamp/vamp/vamps/vampself

blood/blood/bloods/bloodself

fang/fang/fangs/fangself

dark/dark/darks/darkself

bite/bite/bites/biteself

fly/fly/flys/flyself

scary/scary/scarys/scaryself

black/black/blacks/blackself

🦇/🦇/🦇s/🦇self

Fox/foxs

tail/tail/tails/tailself

meat/meat/meats/meatself

bite/bite/bites/biteself

fur/fur/furs/furself

orange/orange/oranges/orangeself

for/forest/forests/forestself

🦊/🦊/🦊 s/🦊 self

#mogai #emoji pronouns #mogai safe #xenogenders #request #neopronouns #mogai heaven

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[straydawg-writing]

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦.

- 𝓚. 𝙯𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙮𝙘𝙠

• hunter x hunter series!

summary:

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𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮.

𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙝.

𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨.

ˏˋ♡̩͙♡̩̩̥͙♡̩̥̩ ⋆ ♡̩̥̩♡̩̩̥͙♡̩͙̩͙ˊˎ

- 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙂𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙆𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙪𝙖. 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙩. (𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙩 𝙙𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙘)

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Chapter 1 —

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"Book."

"Gain!"

Bisky's eyes shined like stars as a smooth blue gemstone appeared in front of her. You could spot tears of hers spring up as she cradled the glittering rock like it was the most precious thing in the world.

"What should I name it? Blue-chan? Planet-chan?" she gushed, bouncing on the balls of her feet. You stifled a laugh, catching a glimpse of Killua's dumbfounded expression. If one thing were true, it's that he does not understand women.

While Gon and Killua endured Bisky's brutal training during Greed Island, you had grown to like her. Despite her being 45 years older than you, you imagined she was the closest thing to what a big sister would be like. Or maybe a mom? You wouldn't know.

Unfortunately, you weren't special enough to escape her unforgiving training either. Bisky knew no mercy. While training their physical bodies, she also trained the trio's nen abilities.

Gon developed his special punch move by using the rock, paper, scissors of Chinese martial arts. Killua learned how to better channel his electricity, though Bisky had looked concerned when he first demonstrated it to her. You couldn't blame her. Killua's ability to withstand electricity only came from years of shock torture, and you noticed how he rarely mentions the fact that he still feels the pain. You caught on to it the night you watched his Heaven's Arena match, remembering his voice floating to the stands.

"𝘐'𝘮 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴."

Your heart clenched for him every time you remember this fact. He has a tendency to hide his pain, in order to not burden his friends.

Then there's you, who Bisky took upon herself to help.

Since the day Wing opened your nen pores and declared you a Manipulator, you practiced your nen with Gon and Killua daily. When the time came to decide your special ability, the answer was as clear to you as a cloudless sky.

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴.

Since then you'd been seen carrying around leather pouches of dirt, water, and vines wherever you went. It was a nice start, but it sure did make your back hurt. And of course, Bisky would not accept that. Ordering you to dump out all of your pouches to the ground, she had you draw out your power from the scattered elements that had begun already mixing with the dirt.

Unsure, you had hesitantly stretched out your arm and tried pulling from the water. It took you a number of tries to get it right. You had squinted long and hard, focusing on extending your nen to the elements around you. To your giddy surprise, small, sparkling droplets of H20 were separating from the glob of inky mud to float just a few inches above your hands. Concentrating harder, the droplets began orbiting one another. They looked like little planets.

Sensing the vines, you were able to control their movements too, even manipulating ones that hadn't originated from your leather pouch.

Bisky's wide smile was all that you needed.

From that day on, you only practiced manipulating whatever was around you. The earth was your ally.

"Well, what will you do once you find Ging?" Bisky's voice snapped you out of a daze.

"Naturally, I'll introduce him to Killua, my best friend in the whole world!"

"What am I, a roach?" You mocked, but couldn't keep a smile from spreading across your face.

Gon's unyielding positivity and bubbly voice was like honey to your ears. No one could ever doubt the adoration he held for his best friend.

"Stupid, cut that out! It's embarrassing," said Killua, turning red as a tomato. He looked away in an attempt to hide his embarrassment, except you were right there to catch his blush.

You flashed a mischievous smile to Killua. "You know, I think an I-Love-You-Too-Gon-I-Also-Think-You're-The-Best would suffice once in a while."

"Shut up."

Killua was as stubborn as ever. You are playfully rolled your eyes before turning your attention back to the rest of the group. Gon was inviting Bisky to come with them and meet Ging, but she had said something about not being interested in men who already have kids.

"If I stay with you any longer, I really will get too attached..." Bisky tried to mask it, but you've always been good at noticing little details. She was going to miss them. And truth be told, you were going to miss her too.

"The hunter world is a small place. We'll all see each other again in no time!" you reassured your friends. "See you later, Bisky."

"Take care, Bisky." Gon said his goodbyes, Killua nodding next to him.

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"Accompany on."

"Nigg!"

At that, a bright light enveloped all of them, streaking them through the sky. Every time you did this on Greed Island, you had always shut your eyes tight. You'd never get used to the feeling.

The next thing you knew, the three of you landed in an area thick with white fog. It was slightly chilly, causing you to shiver. A hundred feet in front of you was a tall sakura tree with roots so large they could be mistaken for a magical beast. It had to have been there for at least a couple hundred years. Soft, pink petals drifted in the wind, dancing around you and your friends. As your eyes focused, you noticed a shadowy man reclining on the tree's roots. Could it be Ging?

Before you realized what was happening, the mysterious man turned towards the three of you and opened fire on Gon.

Then, Killua was diving in slow motion and pulling Gon out of the way and the two of them were rolling on the ground holding onto each other. Getting a hold of your senses, you looked down at dozens of bullets that had made holes in the ground and noticed an injured ant lying motionless on the floor. The thing was completely decapitated.

"Now look what you've done, you killed an innocent soul!" you exclaimed to the man, pointing at the poor bug.

"That's not Ging..." Gon whispered.

"What was that all about?! First, you push us down, then you fire at us. Stop messing around!" Killua accused the Not-Ging.

After helping Gon back up, Killua examined the insect too. That is, before it ruthlessly attacked him.

"Oh. It wasn't dead," you stated the obvious.

The man quickly finished off the ant biting Killua's leg with his machine gun before scoffing at you. He took off the black jacket he was wearing, unveiling straight, platinum white hair so long it almost touched the floor. You could get a better look at him now. He was lanky, and the beret he wore casted a shadow over his eyes. If you had to guess, you'd say he's about 6'3. Just who was this man? Had God finally sent an angel to cleanse you from your sins?

"I was being dead serious. If I hadn't opened fire, you would have been attacked. That was no ordinary ant, it was a Chimera Ant."

"A what?"

"An aggressive, carnivorous insect that's been designated Quarantine Level 1. You three didn't realize it, but you were standing right in front of their nest. If I hadn't fired the moment I did, an army of Chimera Ants would have consumed all of you by now," the angel explained.

You gawked at his beautiful long locks, gracefully flying in the wind as he turned to leave.

Gon seemed to have recognized the man, asking something about if he were the one who had saved him back then. Gon told a story about being rescued from a fox bear, though it looked like he had remembered something else because he held his cheek as if he'd just been hit. For the first couple of seconds, the man looked at Gon like he was in denial about the person right in front of him. Then, like it was nothing, he called Gon by his name. And if by a miracle, he also knew Ging.

"My name is Kite. Ging was my master."

You nudged Killua, "Did you hear that?! He knows Gon's dad!" Killua looked just as shocked as you.

The three of you followed Kite to a small campfire as he told them stories about Ging, himself, and his current mission. You were thankful for the heat source, warming your hands against the flame as it was only getting colder as night fell. You cursed yourself for not being like Gon and Killua, who always had their long sleeve layers and could just strip them whenever the weather deemed it necessary. All you were wearing were burgundy shorts, combat boots, and a black t-shirt. And of course, your necklace. You reached your hand and held onto the choker pendent around your neck. It was all you had left of your home. Just holding onto the pink pendent brought you enough comfort to warm you from the inside out again.

The sun was beginning to set by the time you met Kite's friends and the cute dog that had taken a liking to Gon. Your eyes softened as you watched Gon play with the puppy, having found its sweet spot right behind its ear. He caught you staring, and flashed his pearly whites.

"Y/N, come rub his belly! He's so soft!"

Getting up from your spot next to Killua and wiping the dust off your shorts, you traveled to where Gon was now teaching the dog new tricks.

"How are you gonna teach him anything without any dog treats?" you asked, petting the little dog.

"With this!" Gon pulls out a handful of goldfish from his pocket. He tossed one to the pup, who caught it in midair.

You held in a laugh. "Gon, why do you just have goldfish lying around in your pockets like that?"

"You don't always have time to snack when you're training you know.. Plus, It's in a baggy!" He showed you the zip -block bag that was stuffed inside the pocket of his green shorts, bashfully rubbing the back of his neck. This time you couldn't help but let out a laugh.

"Oh I see, as long as it's in a bag, right? Can I see one?"

Gon nodded and put some goldfish in the palm of your hand. Looking for Killua, you spotted him sitting on a log watching as the sun set under the ocean's horizon. He looked so ethereal as the orange light reflected off of him. The light made his fluffy white hair shine, and a slight breeze made delicate strands wisp in the wind like snowflakes. You almost felt bad for disturbing the picturesque scene in front of you.

"Hey, Killua! Come feed this dog Gon's two-year-old musty goldfish with me!"

Yeah, you had ruined the moment.

"It's not two years old! I bought it in Yorknew," he whined.

"But it's musty?"

Killua walked up to the two of you with a questioning look, and you paused your bickering to hold open his hand and transfer the goldfish. The dog barked.

"I'm not sure, animals typically run away once they smell Mike on me," he said, referring to the oversized human-eating guard dog at the Zoldyck estate. Considering it's job was to deter people, you guessed that made sense. Still, you had faith that this innocent pup could show Killua some love. He needed the free therapy.

"Just try it!" Gon pushed.

Killua succumbed to Gon's request, holding the treat out to the tail-wagging puppy. Though, instead of taking the treat, it knocked Killua clean over, licking his face.

"What the heck— Help!" Killua desperately tried wiping the slimy slobber off of his lips.

"I think he's trying to kiss you." You giggled.

Mission accomplished!

"Kite did say that hunters are well-liked by animals. This means you're a great hunter, Killua!" Gon excitedly shared.

Killua offered a small smile. "I haven't passed the test yet, dummy."

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author's notes: hope you guys liked the first chapter! i'm excited to keep this story going!

#hunterxhunter #killua x reader #killua fanfiction #hunter x hunter fanfiction #killua zoldyck #self insert #killua zoldyck x reader #chimera ant arc #kite #gon

[survivorsxdogs]

Survivors Breed Headcanons

I try to stick to canon, sort of, mostly, but sometimes it just doesn’t work.

Lucky and Bella: I forgot the URL of the person who pointed it out, but Sheltie doesn’t really work for their size, since they’re some of the bigger dogs in the Pack. So I’ll go with rough collie/retriever. For the retriever parent, to be generous to Lucky’s pups’ coloring, I’ll say it was a liver-hued yellow lab/golden retriever mix.

That same person also had Bruno as pure GSD, which makes more sense for his size than GSD/Chow. (Chows aren’t small by any means, but it’d make him shorter.)

All the other characters with explicit, in-book canon breeds can stay as they are. (This also means that Moon stays a border collie.)

Sweet’s stated to be a greyhound outside the books, but the early Pack Lists say she’s “small”. IDK if the Erins who worked on Survivors have ever seen a real greyhound, but they’re not small. Salukis are, though. OTOH I’m pretty sure she’s supposed to be taller than Lucky, since The Endless Lake states that she’s tall enough to see the stage where Storm and Fang are fighting without standing on a seat. Therefore, I’ll make her a greyhound-Saluki mix to strike a balance between the two.

Fiery’s an English Mastiff. I’m making him a brindle, since his color descriptions vary from “black” to “brown” to “black-and-brown” throughout the books.

Mulch is an English Cocker Spaniel/flat-coated retriever/field spaniel mix.

Snap is a beagle/Jack Russell/fox terrier mix.

Spring and Twitch are Beagle/English springer spaniel mixes, with maybe some cocker spaniel as well.

Whine’s a pug.

Breeze is supposed to be a lab/collie mix, but collie doesn’t work for her size (she’s supposed to be small), so I’ll switch that out for the Sheltie that I had to take away from Lucky and Bella.

Dart is a whippet mix. My instinct is to throw in some sort of terrier, maybe smooth fox terrier.

Whisper can be a whippet/cattle dog mix like he’s meant to be, but he is going to have some black areas.

Woody is supposed to be a beagle/pointer mix, but he’s also supposed to be stocky and one of the biggest dogs in the Pack. Therefore I’m getting rid of beagle and adding in American Bulldog. I might throw in some other larger scent hound so I can keep the beagle look.

Hunter (yes, really) is staying a Great Dane mix. However, gray-and-brown is not a color pattern Great Danes have. The closest I can come is assuming that gray=dilution (blue) and the brown parts are tan points. I’ll throw in some Dobie and malamute for dilution + tan points.

Beta (the one before Sweet) is an Irish Setter mixed with golden retriever and Alaskan malamute, for a little extra size.

Everything below this point is pretty much flying blind. There aren’t even suggestions about these dogs.

Splash is a cocker spaniel/cairn/Welsh terrier mix.

Rake is a greyhound/Airedale/schnauzer mix.

Chase is a Brittany/Norfolk terrier/Lakeland terrier mix.

Ruff is a Scottish terrier/toy poodle mix.

Fly is a boxer/German short-haired pointer mix.

Meadow is a border terrier/Norfolk terrier/cairn terrier mix.

Rush is a soft-coated wheaten terrier/Lakeland terrier/Welsh terrier mix.

#survivors dogs #survivor dogs #this is my first post on this blog #please be kind #i want to draw all of these

[unearthly-space]

RDR2 - Monsters AU - Van der Linde Monstrous Statuses; Pt.2/2

Pt.2/2 of the Van der Linde gang’s Monstrous statuses.

Abigail Roberts: A swan maiden. Yeah, not really “monstrous”, but not every cryptid is grotesquely horrifying. Swan maidens shapeshift from their human to swan forms (well, most cryptids do, but here me out). The key to her transformation is some sort of garment made of her own swan feathers. If one were to take away her garment, she would be trapped as she is, unable to transform or fly away/swim away without it. Many men hunt the swan maidens to force one to become his wife in such a way.

Jack Marston: A hellhound pup. Cutesy little Jack takes after his father in this regard. Typical hellhound features include mangled black fur, glowing red eyes, super strength and speed, and ghostly or phantom characteristics. Some say that if you stare into a hellhound’s eyes three times or more, you will surely die. Still, though, Jack is but a pup and most of these abilities and characteristics have yet to rear their head. Though he does have the terrifying red eyes and is quite a fast little one.

Susan Grimshaw: A Futakuchi-onna. There’s nothing I really tied this one to miss Grimshaw with, I just thought it would be an interesting and different creature. A Futakuchi-onna is a mostly humanoid monster with two mouths, their normal one located on their face, and their second one hidden away on the back of their head beneath their hair. The Futakuchi-onna’s skull splits apart and forms lips, teeth, a tongue, ect. It creates a completely functional second mouth one can eat with.

Simon Pearson: A shen. This one was more as a joke, but still funny and the idea is growing on me. A shen is a sort of clam monster from from chinese mythology. They’re a shapeshifting “dragon or sea monster” believed to create mirages. 

Leopold Strauss: A Nachtkrapp. A south German and Austrian bugbear creature. They’re supposed to be a tale meant to scare children off and up to their bedrooms to sleep. Several variations exist, but we will be (mainly) focusing on this - “In most legends, the Nachtkrapp is described as a giant, nocturnal raven-like bird. In Norse mythology, the, Nachtkrapp (Swedish "Nattramnen", Norwegian "Nattravnen") is depicted with no eyes which if looked into cause death. It is also depicted with holes in its wings which cause illness and disease if looked at.” - quoted straight from Wikipedia until I can get a more valid source.

Josiah Trelawny: A Djinn (Genie). A thing to note about the Djinn cryptids is that they are neither innately evil nor innately good. They’re usually held responsible for misfortune, possession and diseases, ect. However, the djinn are sometimes supportive and benevolent. They are frequently mentioned to be summoned and bound to a sorcerer with some form of brass object. (i.e. a lamp.)

Orville Swanson: Ghillie Dhu. A solitary male fairy. Kindly and reticent, yet sometimes wild in character but had a gentle devotion to children. They typically have dark hair and are clothed in leaves and moss. A rather unusual nature spirit (most commonly of the mountains), that lived in a birch wood he lived in a birch wood within the Gairloch and Loch a Druing area of the north-west highlands of Scotland. 

Kieran Duffy: A dullahan. I will accept all hate for this horrible, horrible thing I did. For those who don’t know, a dullahan is depicted as a headless horse rider, usually on a black steed, who carries their own head in their arms. The ancient Irish believed that wherever a dullahan stopped riding, a person was to die. They all but have to call out that person’s name which draws there mortal soul from their body, making them drop dead. It is also said that golden objects can force a dullahan to dissapear. I’ve always loved dullahans (thanks to lots of research after watching DRRR), and I couldn’t help but make Kieran one for this AU. Very befitting, due to his in-game fate. 

Molly O’Shea: A banshee. “Woman of the fairy mound”, “fairy woman”. Banshees were female spirits of Irish folklore who heralds the death of a family member, usually by wailing, shrieking, or keening. I liked the idea of Molly being a banshee, especially because of her downward spiral further into the game.

Davey Callander: Cerberus. I really wanted to include these next few deceased members just  for a storyline’s sake and as respect for the characters we never new. Cerberus, as most would probably know, is the three-headed hound of Hades that guards the gates to the Underworld. A common description includes - three heads, a serpent for a tail, and snakes protruding from multiple parts of his body.

Mac Callander: Orthrus. I contemplated Davey and Mac both being separate heads of Cerberus, but decided to use Orthrus as inspiration, the lesser known brother of Cerberus. Orthrus, though, is only two-headed and guarded Geryon’s cattle in myths, until he was killed by Heracles, that is.

Jenny Kirk: A harpy. I would have loved to see Jenny and Lenny in the game, but sadly we were robbed of it. Harpies were half-human, half-bird personifications of storm winds. Generally speaking, they were depicted as birds with the heads of maidens, faces pale with hunger and long claws on their hands. Pottery art depicting the harpies featured beautiful women with wings. Ovid described them as human-vultures. 

Annabelle: A siren. Oh how I love sirens. They were dangerous sea dwellers that enjoyed luring sailors to a watery grave with their enchanting voices and songs. I liked that being the idea of how her and Dutch met, her intentionally trying to drown him in a lake or some sort, before falling in love with him.

Bessie Matthews: A kitsune. I thought it would be cute with Hosea as a majestic centaur with a beautiful nine-tailed fox as his bride. Kitsunes are usually seen as intelligent legendary beings that have up to as many as nine tails. According to some folktales, Kitsune are usually seen employing their shapeshifting ability to trick humans, but others (that I favor for Bessie) portray them as faithful guardians, friends, lovers, and wives.

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That’s it for the Van der Lindes. As for other characters, I’ve only figured out Mary Linton’s status if I decide to make her a Cryptid.

I also want to make Albert Mason (I’m weak for this cinnamon bun) a Cryptid, but I’m at a loss of what he should be. Any ideas?

#red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption #red dead fandom #abigail roberts #jack marston #susan grimshaw #simon pearson #leopold strauss #josiah trelawny #orville swanson #kieran duffy #molly o'shea #davey callander #mac callander #jenny kirk #annabelle #bessie matthews #monsters au #alternate universe #cryptids

[misssophiachase]

Free Fall

Klaroline AU Week - Day 7 - Trope x Trope - Wolf Mates x Rockstars/Musicians

From opposing packs, Klaus and Caroline had a connection from an early age. However, their parents forced them apart five years earlier through lies and deceit, and now they’re coming face-to-face after all these years. (Points of view will alternate.) 

Fox and Hound Bar, Memphis, TN - 

Klaus

“Do you think this is a good idea right now?” Lucien asked, keeping his voice low.

“We need a backing singer, Lucien,” he growled, finishing off the last of his beer and placing it back on the bar.

“You know what I mean,” he muttered. “Given current tensions between our packs, putting the call out might attract our enemies.”

“Would that be such a bad thing?”

“I know you love a good fight, Mikaelson, but you’re Alpha now. That risky logic could get, not only you, but the whole pack slaughtered.”

“Were you always this much of a wet blanket when we were younger or has it just been too long, Luc?” Klaus patted his friend on the back affectionately. 

He and Lucien were raised together in the Appalachians and roamed together as pups. Theirs was the most formidable pack in North-Eastern America during that time. Although they weren’t without their enemies, the Forbes Pack being their biggest rivals. 

“What’s really going on here, mate? You return from London after five years away and insist on getting the band back together, even though you should have far more pressing things on your schedule.”

“You know music has always relaxed me,” he murmured, thinking back to when she’d serenade him as they lay in fields of wildflowers bathed in moonlight. “It’s also the perfect way to signal my return to the States.”

“Trust me, I think everyone already knows you’re back.” Klaus momentarily wondered whether she knew by now and if she was on her way as he’d predicted when he advertised for a singer.

“I think getting back on the road will be good, Lucien, not just for my rusty singing pipes and guitar skills but so we can do a little reconnaissance.”

“You know every square inch of these territories, we’ve roamed them together for years. What more information could you possibly need?” 

“You forget I haven’t been here for five years, things can change. Plus it is the perfect cover story.”

“This doesn’t have anything to do with...”

“Don’t say it,” he hissed, knowing that if he uttered her name Klaus would struggle to regain his composure. “This is about staying ahead of the enemy. We’ve allowed the pack’s power to diminish for too long.”

“You’ve changed.”

“What do you mean?”

“You couldn’t care less about rivalries and power back then, it’s why you escaped to England in the first place. Well, that and because of...”

“What did I tell you about mentioning that?” He emitted a low growl and Lucien could tell he’d overstepped the boundaries.

“Okay, so then what happened in London, Klaus?” A lot, he thought, but there was no way he was willing to divulge that just yet, he didn’t want to endanger his friend unless it was absolutely necessary. 

“I had a much-needed rest from my domineering father,” he muttered, knowing that part at least was true. Mikael Mikaelson had recently been taken ill which is why Klaus had begrudgingly returned to take over as Alpha.

He was actually surprised he was chosen given their problematic relationship. Although given Elijah had left the pack to live a ‘normal’ life in New York City, as he liked to call it, and Kol was considered far too immature it wasn’t altogether out of the realms of possibility in hindsight. 

“He won’t like this.”

“I couldn’t give a damn, Lucien,” he growled. “He’s not in charge right now, he gave up that right when he named me Alpha of this pack. I have no desire to run things like he did. The fear and intimidation only gets you so far and the fact Bill Forbes has taken back much of the land we claimed shows his methods aren’t working.”

“Even so, how do you expect to gain their trust?”

“I have my ways,” he murmured mysteriously. “What Mikael has never understood is that It isn’t always about the attack. Knowing your enemies is the most important strategy in defeating them.”   

“But...”

“Has anyone ever told you that you ask too many questions?” He chuckled. “Now, how about we get these auditions underway?”

“Last time I checked, I was manager of this band, or did you decide to dump me during your London sojourn?”

“Sister, always a pleasure.”

“Don’t lie, Niklaus, it’s not very becoming on you,” she murmured, peering at him critically. 

Klaus knew she was still angry about being looked over as Alpha but Mikael was far too sexist to ever make that decision. It wasn’t right, it was just how things were. But Klaus had every intention of using her power and strength to his advantage.

“Rebekah,” Lucien greeted her lazily. “I’d say it’s a pleasure but you know I’d be lying.” 

“You know, Lucien, there is a thing called a razor, you might want to use it sometime, facial hair does absolutely nothing for you.”

“Okay, children, enough!” 

Caroline...

“I could think of at least fifty other things I’d prefer to be doing right now,” Enzo complained. 

Caroline just shook her head. They’d been best friends and roommates for a while now and his whining knew no bounds. 

She looked at the Fox and Hound Bar looming ahead wondering if she was doing the right thing. Caroline considered herself to be level-headed for the most part. She executed everything she did with calm consideration but, unfortunately, when it came to a certain wolf things had a tendency to fly out the window, even after all these years. 

She wasn’t sure why he still had that effect on her. He had no right to invade her thoughts after running away and leaving her but yet here she was. It was five years ago now and Caroline had been living and studying at College far away in California so it shouldn’t matter anymore. But it did. 

“Do we think that pulling the fake boyfriend thing to make someone jealous is a little To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before?”

“You’ve been watching far too much Netflix,” she muttered. “When we get back to LA I’m cutting you off for your own good, Lorenzo.”

“What exactly is the plan? And just so you know, I’m not kissing you,” he muttered, his disgusted expression saying it all.

“Wow, way to make a girl feel good about herself,” she shot back nervously, looking down at her outfit and fiddling with her golden waves that were cascading down her back. She’d decided on the perfect make your ex regret he ever messed with you ensemble. 

Translation; black, leather pants fitted like a second skin and a cropped, Rolling Stones t-shirt. The pants were to make him wish her legs were wrapped around his waist in an entirely non-PG way and the t-shirt because she knew he preferred the Beatles. It was the perfect combination of sexy and sassy. 

“You look gorgeous, darling,” he replied, reaching out and squeezing her hand comfortingly. “But are you sure this is a good idea? You’ve spent the past five years trying to get over this guy and failed.”

“I date,” she stuttered. 

“Your teddy bear doesn’t count, Forbes,” he replied sarcastically. “Anyway, what is your plan? We both know your singing is off the charts but what happens after you ace the audition?” 

Caroline knew what was next and it wasn’t just a little bit of jealous payback. She had been waiting for the day that he returned to the States so she could put her plan in motion.

Her father and the pack were on the precipice of dominating the Mikaelsons but the strategy to appoint a new Alpha had put a rather large dent in their plans. Mikael was predictable in combat, Klaus completely dangerous because he was the absolute opposite.

As soon as Bill had told her, Caroline knew it was time to return to the family fold. She knew he’d put out the call to entice her for his own purposes but Caroline was going to play the Alpha at his own game. 

“We call a truce.”

“How does that fit into the revenge plan, darling?” 

“Patience, Enzo, all in good time.” 

Caroline straightened her t-shirt and powered ahead, nervous but at the same time exhilarated for what was to come. Klaus Mikaelson wouldn’t know what hit him. 

TBC?

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