Miss Hunter

“Fancy seeing you here, fellow citizen...” You may call me Miss Hunter/Yas/Yasmeen Hunter at UNICORNS Hunter Association

"Caleb-!" Yelping upon getting lifted and folded over like a sack of potatoes, I'm even more surprised we're heading to the bathroom. "Put me down, you need to shower!" Quietening when it does happen a second later, we stare at each other. Before I find myself enveloped in a hug "Oh!-"

@MissHunter109 There was a vulnerability there that wasn’t there before, as it seeped through the cracks of his armour and mask he wore every day. ‘I need you’—he tasted words on the tip of his tongue but they never left his mouth as he unconsciously hugged her a little tighter.

He pondered if had everything went to grab what he needed for the bath, when his phone went off on the way back. He looked at the id and had no choice but pick up the phone. Liam’s voice carried down the line, low enough for you not to hear.

Smiling at the feel of stubble, an unusual sight for many who knew Zayne, no doubt, there is no impatience or hurry in the way our eyes meet and my thumb rubs along his jawline tenderly, feeling the hairs and gingerly rubbing and scratching. "You need never apologise to me..." Before he opens his mouth to answer, I've leaned in to press a slow but affectionate kiss to his cheek. "I know. It's okay..." Sensing the tenseness in his shoulders, I give his shoulders a brief massage before we part and there's a moment of silently handing Zayne some of the many things packed for our little picnic to eat. He'd stayed overtime from his shift. He must've been hungry and ice cream wouldn't cut it. Burying my nose in the flowers to sniff them, their flowery, sweet aroma softening my smile before mouthing 'Thank you' at Zayne before a frown of amusement crossed my face. Ofcourse he goes for the sweets first when there was a clear assortment of savouries more suitable for lunch.

The trip to the arctic hadn’t quite turned out the way he intended. The interior of Twin Snowlake’s hospital rushing past him in a blur as he made his way down the hall, his mind elsewhere. The phone in his hand buzzed and the display lit up, seeing your name and the attachment flash at the top of the screen. He stopped, a tired smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he clicked it. Opening it up and seeing its context he broke out into a genuine soft smile. There was a lush green carpet of grass on his screen, a blanket and treats strewn out around it. And in the middle, the reason for his smile. Two beautiful eyes looked back at him, half the face covered by the current book you were reading. He was glad he’d picked the guest cottage for the stay, even though he’d barely gotten settled before being rushed to help with an emergency surgery. That was 48 hours ago, and Z was just getting off the shift. He looked rugged in the date night outfit he’d come in with, little had he known that their first evening out for dinner was to turn out so dramatic. The child and the parents a few tables downs, evening also ending abruptly. He was supposed to only have gone with the ambulance but short staffed and with his expertise. He ended up with his hands in the kid’s chest cavity just a few minutes later. Z knew life could turn on a dime and in the worst ways but hadn’t expected it. It been touch and go for a bit, but the child was finally stable when he checked in on the round earlier, rose tinted cheeks and a smile greeting him. He was ready to go home, clean himself up and recharge. His fingers tapped quickly on the screen, shooting a short text back. Save a space for me, yes? Can’t wait to see you—. He sent it off and exited the hospital, another hospital worker offering him a ride and eventually he made his way down Downflake Avenue, the vibe quite different without snow covering every inch of Snowcrest. He grabbed flowers and ice cream on the way to your shared temporary home. Long legs carrying him quickly down the row of guest houses. He turned into the yard, that a few months early had been covered in deep snow. Tiered, he stored the precious memories away and concentrated on his task. His eyes lingered on the body laying leisurely on the ground absorbed in a book. His body blocked out the sun as he leaned in flowers extended first, before he handed over the ice cream, his body tense. “There wasn’t much to choose from I’m afraid—.” His muscles visibly relaxed as you accepted the apology gifts and scooted over, he sighed as he sat down and breathed in deeply as if his body had been too tense, his chest feeling too tight to do so for the last few days. Turning to look at you his head tilted to the side, his voice carrying that soft, yet warm tone only reserved for you as he spoke. “I’m sorry—I’m late.” His hand instinctively reached for yours, pressing it against his stubbled cheek as he nuzzled into it. #ZayneDom

"No sympathy for poor ol' me, hmm...?" It's a question asked between warm breaths, indulgent and cheeky, or if there was one lesson to be learnt from such interactions, its that there is no escape from Zayne's focus once it was directed on you. Control is an invisible force wielded with precision, and it is felt in his touch, his words and the slow unravelling of such a force in his kisses. Touching along his shoulder, caressing the fabric of his t-shirt and toned arms, palms that barely wrap around firm biceps make an attempt and squeeze, before fingertips trace invisible patterns which meld with the scars along his forearms. Seperating from his lips takes delicious effort as I kiss his jaw to catch my breath. "I never stood a chance..."

The smiled tugged ever so slightly more on one corner of his lips as she spoke, his head tilting to the side. His voice dropped into that familiar affectionate yet firm tone, only meant for her ears but carried a hint something more. “Is that so—?” Both hands shifted on top of hers, circling her wrists as his thumb brushed against her pulse. This way he could stop her from moving further keeping her palms against the countertop. “You should have thought about that before.” He whispered the words as he leaned in slowly, eyes looking down his nose at plush tempting lips and back up to beautifully framed eyes, he wouldn’t mind staring at forever. He shifted forward his hand leaving hers in quick succession as he slipped his hand along her jawline to cup her neck, his slender fingers tangling in glossy black hair. He captured her lower lip between his—kissing her, once, twice, before gently running his teeth against it to nip at it. He shifted slightly, the other hand moving around her waist to pull her closer to deepen the kiss. His hand dipping under her shirt, exploring rich caramel skin as he tucked her against him. Devouring beautiful lips as her scent wrapped around his senses.

🫀Uh oh, I posted it and forgot to change who can interact and been out all day, my bad. Fixed it—

Clutching Kieran's hands which are calmly waiting for mine, I lean forward slightly and wait, sensing his need for keeping me steady and safe as his hands hold mine in a gentle but firm grip. "Right... You can stand. Slowly. If you can..." Holding my breath, I adjust my hold on Kieran's hands, feeling the weight of my body mostly behind him rather than the front seeing as legs sat over his shoulders.

@MissHunter109 to try that before i attempt to stand up?” kieran explained, still holding tightly onto her hands. after all, he didn’t want her falling backwards into the water.

boss is so tall… it’s basically like me standing with luke on my shoulders.

After an inspection of Kieran's cheek and scar, I head over to the nearest bathroom to wash my hands and bring back some tissue before getting to work. There's brief talking in between as I ask him what he's comfortable with as liquid latex is applied to smoothen out his scars with a tiny metal spatula. "So... This will feel weird, but once it dries, it should be smooth and then we can colour match your skin and fully cover everything. Then we'll have a blank canvas to play around. Eyeliner, contacts, the works."

@MissHunter109 luke. kieran's lips formed into a playful smirk as he nudged his brother's shoulder. “though, secondly... luke mentioned something about a ‘pretty boy with a badass style’ earlier.”

missions are boring tonight... i miss my old outfit. how are you doing, reader?

@DSH_Christine // Happy 1 year!

Purring in tandem with the sound of Sylus' humming and breathing, who knew what state I'd wake up in after this. With closed eyes, its a fun little game to detect his touch as his fingers hover and pet near the ears which flick and twitch, the only indication of still being awake. If I were human, I'd be smiling.

*he acknowledges the slow blink with one of his own, shifting his body slightly to make a more stable bed for her, delighting in her small, warm form resting over his heart. So absolutely precious. Even if the circumstances that led her to this needed his onychinus resources to rectify, he would treasure these memories. Supremely content, he begins to hum tunelessly, fingers gently moving over ears.*

Mmf. My kitten is stronger than she looks. //Thread for anyone who wants to interact with Sylus as a kitten. No knowledge of the card story required; just have fun!

I step forward to give Jeremiah a hug and potentially a kiss on the cheek for all his help with what we've dealt with this afternoon, only for a split second of hesitation before halting. I hated how I'd placed myself in a vulnerable situation where I was afraid I was contagious or might infect anyone with the symptoms experienced since I knew so little about this drug. Bless him, however..Jeremiah gives me a smile and I return it with an apologetic one of my own. "Sorry... And Thank you. For everything. I'll text you." Turning away to see Thistle licking a paw as it was bathtime for the cat, I hate my current state even more. I have to settle for a simple wave and no cuddles and kisses, leaving them both as I head for the hospital. A few moments later... Seated in front of a GP, I state the scenario, heavily editing the part that I had touched a flower worth thousands of credits that was being used illegally on the black market. I paint the picture of a hunter on a mission, fighting Wanderers and then being exposed to some type of hybrid substance that contained wanderer/protocore elements in the air. The doctor's line of questions is generic as they check my eyesight and heart rate. My inconsistent heart rate is brought up. The line of questions start to venture towards whether I got drugged or whether consumption of a drug took place. "No, you misunderstand. I was alone. I didn't consume anything and I wasnt with anyone with this happened. My cardiologist can comment on my heart condition, but I feel fine now. I just need a blood test done because this substance is something I doubt anybody else has been in contact with before." This was always going to be the risk. If a Hunters Association doctor was consulted, they would want to know about the flower and have it brought in as evidence. If I came to a regular GP, censoring and editing the story was required, which didn't paint the best picture. The doctor gives me a look and checks my file. I sigh. It was going to take another 20 minutes of this back and forth.

@MissHunter109 safe and healthy.”

𝐈𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝.🌹 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘙𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘴 Starter for @floristofphilos Linkon City in the afternoon was not for the faint hearted. The streets were busy with honking horns, traffic, swarms of people getting late lunches, fetching children from school, catching public transport. Combined with a long work day and low energy? I felt like an animated body moving towards my destination. Mid-afternoon light spilled across rows of blooms as I approached Philos. Even from the street, the scent of soil and blooms was thick, sweet and sharp, pressing against my nose and making my head spin slightly in the heat. When I pushed open the door, the bell chimed so loud, I felt it rattle in my aching head. Since when did everything sound so sharp? I don’t notice the contents of the clear container in my hand as it pulses faintly as if it were alive. Inside, red petals of a bloom sit, the tips of the stamen and stigma glowing like blue crystal which catch the light in the prettiest, most unsettling way. I place it on the counter, looking around to see… Nobody. My body felt heavy, exhaustion sinking into the muscles. Clearly, the energy it took to keep the pep in my step had worn out. I blinked. The room swayed. “Jeremiah?” When I look again, someone approaches. Someone familiar. Yet the ache in my head deepens and I found myself frowning, a quiet sense of... something settling in.

Using one of the cute pencils and notepads on Jeremiah's desk in the shop, I'm patiently listening to the customer on the phone who confirms their order. Pickup is at 4pm. It was close to 3pm now. Circling the time, I use a chirpy, friendly voice, smiling even though nobody was around - A trick learnt from the Hunters Association call center. People could hear a smile through the phone. The smile falls ofcourse once the call ends and I glance about to see how far Jeremiah got with the order, the fresh cuts placed in a bucket of water. Which is when the phone rings again. A delivery of Oasis blocks will be coming in shortly. Customer service voice makes an appearance once more. "Okay. 1 hour to sort this out. And check on Jeremiah. We can do this."

@MissHunter109 tablets before he followed it with the medicine. coughing faintly at the taste, his hand leaned to grasp the cup of water as he took a slow sip.

so… i’ve been in bed all day. what does it mean when you feel hot and cold at the same time… and maybe keep coughing a lot too? (ㆀ˘･з･˘)

"Alright, lets do this. The water should lessen the load or atleast make us float slightly..." Waiting for Kieran to sink into the water after he turned around, I don't wait - With a swift motion, one leg is draped over a shoulder, the other following suit and immediately wondering what to hold because everything suddenly felt unsturdy. "If you drop me, I swear...!" If Kieran wasn't ready or strong enough to hold me up, I was going toppling - And guess who wasn't going to forgive him for it.

@MissHunter109 idea to act like a tall creepy guy to scare him for halloween in the future.” kieran admitted, before scooting forward, holding his hands out to help guide her onto his shoulders.

"Oh!" I say, startled by the obvious. Luke and Kieran were identical twins, were they not? My eyes dart from Kieran to Luke and back to Kieran, trying to spot key differences in their features. "Well, in that case, we need to pick a look and stick to it. That's the only way to make this convincing. Select the feature to mimic or disguise and commit." Turning behind, I pull out a make up brush and point it at the lads. "So. What will it be? Scar on the cheek? No scar? Bad boy? Pretty boy? How're we feeling?"

@MissHunter109 on the table. “well, since i trust you very much, dearest yasmeen... it's a pretty important mission.” a brief pause. “there’s an auction and sylus is very busy, so he’s sending us instead. however, there’s only one ticket, so to slip in together... we need to look alike.”

Quietly startled by the turn of events and Zayne now nose to nose with me, I blink, wide eyed at him. "That is a dangerous thing to have... Zayne's full attention." The surprise slowly turns cheeky as a slight smirk appears on my face leaning back slowly and halting to see if Zayne follows, a playful glint in my eye.

He broke out in a soft smile at her comment and since dropping his shirt gave him free hands, he reached for her hand as he stepped into her body. "Sure, you can have my full attention." His arm wrapped around her waist as he nuzzled into her palm, pressing a kiss to it. He looked at her though her own fingers, before slipping her hand to back of his neck. Z shifted, kissing her forehead as he lifted her off the floor and murmured affectionately. "I don't mind one bit." He sat her down on the countertop, nestling between her legs. Slender fingers resting against her legs and the solid material underneath. His hands instinctively drawn to her as he leaned in, almost putting them nose to nose. His eyes studying her face up-close as they traced her face and came back to hers.

@ZayneDom Covering my eyes with one hand, I turn away to avoid looking when I saw him lift his shirt up higher. "Stow away your abs, you rake."

His head tilted, eyebrow quirk barely visible as he slid the shirt a little further up his chest. "A trap? Where—?" His muscles flexed as he checked himself. "Nope, no—trap." He repeated her words partly looking down at her, thick eyelashes framing his eyes. Green and gold swirling, a playful gleam—there and gone before his mask slipped back on. "Would you be so kind as to point it out to me, my beautiful flower."

"I wouldn't be able to do my job well without you guys. As first responders, there's only so much we can do in a situation and with our training and facing whatever is on the ground, it helps to have someone in our ears, advising, guiding, helping us make the best calls. I'm glad too." Giving Tara a smile, I get off the ground and crawl over to give her a hug. "Thanks Tara."

@MissHunter109 “ah, you do make us sound more useful then you are. you're a hunter that has support from many ends, especially from me and nero with our data. i'm glad there is so many good people in the hunter's association.”

a little tarot card reading sounds like fun... should i read yours, reader? don’t worry, i won’t tell all your secrets... promise! ദ്ദി ˊ ᗜ ˋ ) -☆

@ZayneDom "Nope, no, that's a trap...."

@MissHunter109 "It could be for anything, no? Whatever crosses that beautiful mind of yours." A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Work out, work hard, stare, touch—."

Delve deep into that person who lets you. Crawling like a creature of hell into their ethereal core. Let that radiate you. Forever change you. Forming wings, not to fly away but to fold over and protect the precious gift of a soul shared.

@EyeofDatura With paws and a furry front resting perfectly over the chest of the relentless conquerer, each dulcet tone is felt and heard acutely by my delicate ears which twitch once. Gives Sylus a slow blink before being lulled to sleep by his pets, breaths and beating heart.

@MissHunter109 *One finger gently boops her nose.* And I see that you are conserving that strength. *He moves to stroke her fur, voice growing low and soft.* Rest, sweety. I'll keep watch.

"Didn't know?! You won the bet to get here, surely you didn't think I was gonna concede so quickly." We wade through the water, the excitement dying down slightly as the ripples in the pool bounce flecks of blue dancing light about the glass and walls near the area. Swimming to the stairs, I stand with my hands on hips and stare at Kieran. "Why are we doing this in the first place? You and Luke wanna look like some tall man to fool Sylus?"

@MissHunter109 kieran let out another laugh as she splashed water back into him. he shook his head, flicking the water off of himself like a wet dog. “hey hey—! i didn’t know what you had planned… though, i still believe i can hold you on my shoulders, you know?” he murmured, swatting.