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Run Wild 1

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You transferred in to Kortac thinking you'd be the only shifter. You were wrong. Very wrong. But maybe these two aren't so bad after all.

Warnings: Swearing, minor jumpscare, reader is very briefly harassed (and deals with it too), brief violence, implied threat of violence, shifter etiquette.

Word count: 2k

Eventual Horangi x König x f!mink shifter!reader

You paused outside, bag still in hand, inhaling deeply. Nobody had warned you that there would be shifters here.

Probably because your own status as a shifter wasn't anywhere on your paperwork, but still!

Well. Maybe you'd get lucky and you'd avoid them, at least for now. After all, KorTac was not a small company, there was every possibility that you'd be able to just sneak by as one of the new recruits. Maybe–

You stopped dead as you spotted someone watching you from across a short field. Sunglasses concealed his eyes, and almost no skin was visible. But you knew he was staring at you.

Well. Fuck.

You hurried to slip in the middle of the other recruits, hoping that would help you hide.

Okay. This was… less than ideal. Maybe you could still salvage this. If you hid with the others, your scent wouldn't be as noticeable. And you'd just have to be very careful about where and when you shifted, which had been your life for the past few years anyway.

And it worked. For a solid week, nobody approached you or questioned you or anything. Recruit bunks were less than ideal but, again, it was nothing you hadn't dealt with before.

One week of training, getting to know the new base, and staying under the radar enough.

Then your luck ran out.

You were heading back to the bunks with a group of recruits when they all stopped dead. You stumbled to a halt a moment later.

The biggest man you'd ever seen in your life stood in front of the group of you, hood concealing everything about him but his eyes. Bulging arms crossed over his chest, effortlessly intimidating the entire group.

"You stay." The voice was accented differently than you expected, and those eyes focused on you.

"The rest of you, go."

You jumped and turned to look, finding the sunglasses man from before standing behind the group.

The rest of the recruits all vanished. Great.

"With me." The sunglasses one turned sharply and started walking. A quick glance over your shoulder showed that the big guy was still behind you, clearly waiting for you to obey. Shoulders slumped, you gave in.

The three of you walked to the far end of base, where there was no one around and a lot of open space. Great. Not threatening at all. Cool.

"You're a shifter." Sunglasses stopped and turned to look at you. His tone was almost bland except for the thinnest bit of anger.

You just swallowed but didn't verbally reply. All three of you knew the truth. You knew they could smell it on you, just as you could smell that they were both shifters.

"You didn't come introduce yourself." He crossed his arms loosely over his chest, tipping his head until you could see his eyes, almost amber.

"Didn't know there were shifters here." Which was the truth, but also a weak excuse. Any normal shifter would have asked ahead of time.

He took one step closer to you, and you resisted the urge to back up. "Packless?"

You nodded, just once. But didn't bare your throat to him. Not yet.

"Shift."

You blinked at the order, and it was an order, with the full weight of the alpha behind it. You chewed on your lip for a moment, glancing back at the big guy again. He leaned closer to you, big and threatening.

Well. This was potentially going to be embarrassing.

You shifted, not bothering to remove any clothing first. It was the first time in years you'd shifted in front of others, and it left you oddly anxious. You wiggled out of your clothes easily and peered up at the two.

They were much, much bigger this way. (Most everything was when you weighed two pounds.)

They both stared down at you. The big one crouched down slowly, one gloved hand reaching out slowly to you.

"Tiny," he muttered.

You bared your teeth at him, undaunted by his size. You'd bite him if he kept this up.

"Enough." The alpha crouched down too, hands dangling between his knees, sunglasses inscrutable. “You’ve got two options here. You submit, or you transfer out.”

Well. When he put it like that. You took a couple cautious steps closer to him, heart hammering against your ribs. You knew what you had to do. It was just. Not easy. But you forced yourself to roll over onto your back, exposing your soft underside. (Although, really, you were so tiny if either of them caught you it wouldn’t be hard to hurt you.)

The alpha rumbled softly in approval, making it easier to stay still. “Shift and get dressed,” he ordered. “We’ll show you the pack room.” He pushed up to his feet, motioning to the other shifter as well. Leaving you to shift and scramble back into your clothes in record time before jogging after them.

“You have a pack room?” You glanced between the two, undeniably curious.

Sunglasses looked down at you, one eyebrow raised. “Never had one?”

“Of course I have.” You looked away. You were terrible at lying when asked a direct question like that. Lying on paperwork was so much easier!

“Where did you transfer from?” That came from the giant in the hood.

You told him slowly, a little reluctant. Because you knew that if they checked records, there weren’t any shifters on that base, and hadn’t been for years.

There was a very good possibility that you’d still get in a boatload of trouble over this. Fuck.

The alpha went first into the barracks, and you followed him. He completely ignored most of the rooms, instead heading for the back of the building. He pushed open a door, striding inside.

A very large couch took up a good portion of the room, with a TV in front of it. A corner had been dedicated to a minifridge and microwave.

It was… oddly cozy. And smelled entirely of the two of them. You blinked a couple times, looking around. This was not what you’d expected. At all.

The alpha settled in the single chair in the room, while the big one took the couch. You shifted your weight from foot to foot, not sure where you were supposed to go or what you were supposed to do.

“Sit.” The alpha nodded to the couch. So you sat, carefully, on the edge of one cushion. He huffed out a soft sound of amusement. “We’re not going to eat you.”

“I was not thinking that, that’s actually worse.” You wrinkled your nose.

“What is your shift?” The big one tipped his head to one side, like some big curious pup.

“A mink.” You raised one eyebrow at him. “You?”

He huffed. “A bear.”

You blinked. You’d always known that bigger predators were more common than little ones like you, but damn. You turned your gaze to the alpha, curious.

His teeth glinted when he smiled. “Tiger.”

“Well.” You pursed your lips. You were comically tiny in comparison. Even as a human, you were considerably shorter than both of them.

“When was the last time you were in a pack?” The alpha didn’t lean forward, but you could tell he was curious.

“Recently,” you hedged.

The alpha huffed but didn’t push further. You had a feeling he was letting the topic rest for now, rather than permanently.

“You’re allowed here any time,” he said instead of continuing questioning you. “Tomorrow you’ll start training with us.”

You blinked. You hadn’t expected that. At least not so soon. Sure packs were supposed to do stuff like that but you’d expected more of a trial period first, or something. “Yes sir.”

He nodded once, and that was that.

Of course, training turned out to not be what you’d expected. Horangi first put you through your paces, expression completely hidden, only whiffs of scent giving you any clue as to what he was feeling. Mostly amusement. Undoubtedly at your expense.

König simply watched from the sidelines, but he was easier to read. He enjoyed watching you, occasional murmurs of encouragement or little hisses of sympathy.

But neither of them moved when a big guy sidled up to you, smirking.

He was gonna be an ass.

“What’s a cute little thing like you doing here?” the big guy asked, mockingly cooing at you.

You showed your teeth in a smile. “Training.”

“Yeah? Training how to be a good girl?” He chuckled at his own joke.

You did not. You narrowed your eyes, assessing him quickly. He was bigger than you, with a longer reach. But he was probably slower. Not to mention he wasn’t suspecting a thing.

So you brought your knee up hard into his crotch, grinning with malicious glee at his pained wheeze. When his hands flew to cover himself, you punched him in the chest, once, hard. Just above his diaphragm. He wheezed, doubling over, struggling to breathe.

You stepped away from him to give yourself space… straight into Horangi. You jumped, but his hand simply settled on your shoulder, stilling you.

So when the big guy finally lifted his head, looking mad as hell, he faltered at the sight of Horangi behind you.

“Run along.” Horangi didn’t even sound threatening. Just bored. Like this didn’t matter to him, a mere blip in his day.

The soldier didn’t question it, just hobbled away carefully without another word.

Huh. Okay, this whole pack business wasn’t all bad.

Of course, it wasn’t all good, either. Training with the two of them put a noticeable distance between yourself and the other recruits, which made for some very annoying moments at meals and in the bunks. It also gave you less free time (which wasn’t all bad but it was something to grumble about).

Slowly, though, you relaxed around them, spending time in the pack room and learning more about them. Not that they made it easy - as much as you didn’t like to answer questions about yourself, they were every bit as bad. Getting information out of them was difficult, and most of the time you didn’t bother.

But you did learn by observing. You learned that Horangi preferred tea, that he liked night runs, that he liked water (you’d found him in the base pool more than once). König had a variety of video games he’d play, but he didn’t like to play with an audience. He was also more easily startled than Horangi, which you discovered on accident but absolutely did not regret.

You hadn’t thought you were sneaking. But you walked into the pack room to find König very invested in a game, elbows on his knees as he leaned forward. He hadn’t acknowledged you, hadn’t even seemed to notice you.

And, well… Look. Minks were mischievous. It was a thing. And you’d been very well behaved around them so far, had only been a bit sassy and hadn’t played any pranks at all.

Yet.

You were literally looking at a golden opportunity.

You couldn’t quite contain your little wiggle of excitement, but then you went still, coiling your muscles. Still no acknowledgement from your big packmate. One slow breath in, and–

You leapt.

König shrieked, dropping the controller and grabbing you before throwing you off his back in a move you couldn’t actually follow. You did follow flying through the air, hitting the wall a few feet from the TV, and falling to the floor. (Fortunately you didn’t hit the wall hard.)

There was dead silence for a full three count.

“What the fuck?” Horangi demanded as he burst into the room, taking in the scene.

You bounced back to your feet with an absolutely gleeful grin, totally unharmed. “Wow, that was fun! Let’s do that again!”

“No!” König sounded mildly panicked, hands up, palms facing you. “Do not!”

“What happened?” Horangi growled out, hands flexing at his sides.

“My fault,” you immediately said, shoulders hunching just a little. “I just wanted to play a little prank. Tried to jumping on his back. But he sent me flying, that was the most fun I’ve had in ages! Please?” You made your eyes big and shiny before turning your gaze on König again.

And he faltered before swearing softly in German. Horangi came to his rescue.

“No,” he drawled. “Not unless you want to bring some mats up here so you have a better landing place. I’m not fixing the wall if you dent it.”

You immediately brightened and König groaned.

#run wild #shifter au #horangi x könig #horangi x König x reader #f!reader #mink shifter

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saritawolff · 3 months

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Phew. This one took, uh… a bit longer than expected due to other projects both irl and art-wise, but it’s finally here. The long-awaited domestic animal infographic! Unfortunately, I didn’t have enough space to cover every single domestic animal (I’m so sorry, reindeer and koi, my beloveds) but I tried to include as many of the “major ones” as possible.

I made this chart in response to a lot of the misunderstandings I hear concerning domestic animals, so I hope it’s helpful!

Further information I didn’t have any room to add or expand on:

🐈 “Breed” and “species” are not synonyms! Breeds are specific to domesticated animals. A Bengal Tiger is a species of tiger. A Siamese is a breed of domestic cat.

🐀 Different colors are also not what makes a breed. A breed is determined by having genetics that are unique to that breed. So a “bluenose pitbull” is not a different breed from a “rednose pitbull”, but an American Pitbull Terrier is a different breed from an American Bully! Animals that have been domesticated for longer tend to have more seperate breeds as these differing genetics have had time to develop.

🐕 It takes hundreds of generations for an animal to become domesticated. While the “domesticated fox experiment” had interesting results, there were not enough generations involved for the foxes to become truly domesticated and their differences from wild foxes were more due to epigenetics (heritable traits that do not change the DNA sequence but rather activate or deactivate parts of it; owed to the specific circumstances of its parents’ behavior and environment.)

🐎 Wild animals that are raised in human care are not domesticated, but they can be considered “tamed.” This means that they still have all their wild instincts, but are less inclined to attack or be frightened of humans. A wild animal that lives in the wild but near human settlements and is less afraid of humans is considered “habituated.” Tamed and habituated animals are not any less dangerous than wild animals, and should still be treated with the same respect. Foxes, otters, raccoons, servals, caracals, bush babies, opossums, owls, monkeys, alligators, and other wild animals can be tamed or habituated, but they have not undergone hundreds of generations of domestication, so they are not domesticated animals.

🐄 Also, as seen above, these animals have all been domesticated for a reason, be it food, transport, pest control, or otherwise, at a time when less practical options existed. There is no benefit to domesticating other species in the modern day, so if you’ve got a hankering for keeping a wild animal as a pet, instead try to find the domestic equivalent of that wild animal! There are several dog breeds that look and behave like wolves or foxes, pigeons and chickens can make great pet birds and have hundreds of colorful fancy breeds, rats can be just as intelligent and social as a small monkey (and less expensive and dangerous to boot,) and ferrets are pretty darn close to minks and otters! There’s no need to keep a wolf in a house when our ancestors have already spent 20,000+ years to make them house-compatible.

🐖 This was stated in the infographic, but I feel like I must again reiterate that domestic animals do not belong in the wild, and often become invasive when feral. Their genetics have been specifically altered in such a way that they depend on humans for optimal health. We are their habitat. This is why you only really see feral pigeons in cities, and feral cats around settlements. They are specifically adapted to live with humans, so they stay even when unwanted. However, this does not mean they should live in a way that doesn’t put their health and comfort as a top priority! If we are their world, it is our duty to make it as good as possible. Please research any pet you get before bringing them home!

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