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[ ! ] this is a drabble for bad influence. You can read it as a stand-alone.

— summary; in which you are right about Jungkook’s sexual preferences, but at what cost. 

— contents and warnings; smut, pwp, badboy!jungkook x goodgirl!reader, enemies to lovers, dom!jk x sub!reader, the infamous [redacted] kink that was a daddy kink all along, dirty talk, begging, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, praise kink, slight possessiveness?, lil bit of edging, size kink, manhandling, jk goes a lil crazy lmao, overstimulation, oc cums twice, dumbification but not really, one (1) spank 

— words; 2,8k 

— author’s note; if you’re not keen on daddy kink I get it!! This drabble is very skippable, so don’t worry about sitting this one out 🥰

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Jungkook knew you were staring: it was impossible not to. He could see you in his peripheral vision, which endlessly annoyed him, considering he couldn’t even pay attention to the task at hand — trying to absolutely destroy one of his friends in Fortnite. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he complained, twice as irritated now that he realized he had completely thrown his focus out of the window. “What the fuck are you thinking about? You’ve been staring at me for—“ 

“Don’t take what I’m about to say personally,” you interrupted him. The book you had been reading was thrown on your lap, the hem of your dress hiking up your thighs from the way you had mindlessly thrown yourself on his bed earlier. It made Jungkook think of those stupid romantic paintings he had to interpret back in high school. “But you look like someone who would have a daddy kink.”

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Scar: What Did I Do?

Imagine being Scar's daughter, and Mufasa hates you:

— Lil warning: Mufasa is an ass, violence —

I was born several months before my cousin Simba, a small cub that most thought wouldn't survive; I never got to know my mother as she died during my birth. I apparently look just like her, my fur is a light grey, almost like the foggy mist that gathers in the morning before sunrise, and my eyes are a warm amber.

I am currently 5 months old, the lionesses and lions still towering over me. Luckily I have other abilities, such as how good of a hunter I've become, and the fact that I am one of the fastest runners pride.

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"DAD! DAD!" My roared pleadings seemed to fall on deaf ears. 

I' m currently being chased out of Pride Rock by my uncle, Mufasa. I can practically feel his anger, large paws pounding against the ground as growls continuously emit throughout the air.

(I'm not sure why, but he's hated me for as long as I can remember. He never lets me play with the other cubs, and he makes sure the lionesses ignore me. I'm not sure why he's so cruel to me, I don't think I've ever done anything to offend him.)

My body tiring quickly, I've been running for a while — and though I may be fast, I really need to work on my stamina.

I'm about to call for my father again when a sharp pain is felt in my right hind leg, I yelp loudly, tripping over my feet and tumbling to the ground. I curl into myself, afraid of what will happen to me. I suddenly hear a growl thundering around me, but this growl doesn't sound like my uncle.

I sense movement, two lions are fighting, snarls and swipes being exchanged. I slowly uncover my face, eyes cautiously opening. I immediately see Mufasa, his large stature stiff and puffed out, he still looks furious; the other lion being none other than my father. My father is smaller in size, but he is quick, dodging most of the attacks while landing a few of his own. Eventually they are circling each other, heads low and claws bared.

"Stand down brother." Mufasa slowly orders, but my father refuses to comply.

"Why, so that you can kill my daughter?" Father sneers, his eyes narrowing.

"What did she do this time? Run too fast? Ask another annoying question? Or did her presence simply offend you?" Each question was growled in a harsh, agitated tone, each word emphasized by a swipe taken at Mufasa. My father was extremely pissed, but who could blame him? This is probably the fourth time Mufasa has gotten angry with me, but it is the first that he has attacked me; every other time he just made me really scared or embarrassed.

After the barrage of attacks, both lions backed away slightly, heavy breathing and growls being the only thing heard as venomous glares were traded. Mufasa holds his head up, looking like he wants to retaliate, but decides to release a loud huff instead, turning to walk back to Pride Rock.

"Get control of your daughter or I will." He snarls slowly as he passes Scar, glaring at me when he stalks by. My form seems to only wilt further, fear of punishment from father now making me regret calling for him.

Scar turns away from Mufasa, diverting all attention to my wounded form. He walks over to me, making his way closer to check on my injuries, but quickly stops when he notices me flinch away from him. His brows furrowed in confusion for a moment until understanding occurred.

"Y/N, you have nothing to fear, I promise I will never hurt you, okay?" His normally cynical voice is nearly unrecognizable, tone gentle and nurturing as he gazes down at his wounded daughter. I glance at him in uncertainty for a moment before stumbling up from the ground and running over to him.

He carefully comforts me, his paw lightly resting on my back as I begin to cry against him. As he comforts me, he quickly assessed my leg, it looks like a superficial wound, his claws seemed to have slipped right off of it.

"I-I don't-t even know w-what I did-d wrong." I whimpered quietly, my cries having simmered down to just tears blurring my vision

Series

Unraveled(Broadchurch):

Ch.1: Introductions

Ch.2: Unhappy Ellie

Ch.3: The Family

Ch.4: Reacquainting

Ch.5: Tough Times

Ch.6: I Fucking Hate Reporters

Ch.7: Frustration

Ch.8: Dull

Ch.9 IDK WTF IS HAPPENING

Balto's Sister:

Ch.1: The Big Race

Ch.2: Steele

Ch.3: Concerned

Ch.4 DISCONTINUED

Feral Pride:

Ch.1: Before and Now

Ch.2: Pack Placements

Ch.3: The Hunter and the Hunted

Ch.4: An Encounter with Death

Ch.5: Secrets for the Future

Ch.6: DISCONTINUED

Scar's Adopted Brother(Lion King):

Ch.1: Life as Little Brother

Ch.2: Fight for Leadership

Ch.3: New Rivals

Ch.4: Eavesdropper

Ch.5: Untrustworthy

Ch.6: Foreboding

Ch.7 DISCONTINUED

The Elder Maximoff:

Ch.1: Hail Hydra

Ch.2: Captain America

Ch.3: The Meeting

Ch.4: Intimidation

Ch.5: More than a Confrontation

Ch.6: Safe House

Ch.7: Seoul

Ch.8: The Cradle

Ch.9: The Vision

Ch.10: DISCONTINUED

Woodland Princess(The Hobbit):

Ch.1: A Journey Begins

Ch.2: The Company

Ch.3: The Conversation

Ch.4: The Adventure Begins

Ch.5: Confrontation

Ch.6: Expected

Ch.7: Turn of Events

Ch.8: The Great Chase

Ch.9: Memories

Ch.10: DISCONTINUED

Scar's Adopted Brother Ch.1: Life as the Little Brother

Ch.2

(Epilogue)

Crow is a male, black maned lion with a rusty golden-red body, and coal black eyes with flecks of silver and green throughout his iris'. He is also smaller than other lions in his family's bloodline. All the other lions also have a golden-tan coloured body with a bright, golden mane with silver streaks throughout the mane with reddish brown eyes; the only probable reason as to why Crow has a black mane is because his father has a black mane.

His father was chosen by Crow's mother as her mate to rule this pride with her. Crow is the second born son to the king and queen of the Draconian savannah territory; with his older brother, Shyam; a large and bulky tannish brown male lion with a silvery-golden mane who's destined to be the next ruler of the Draconian territory. However Shyam is an arrogant, selfish lion who uses his power to get what he wants, he also bullies smaller lions including his only brother. Crow doesn't think about it too hard as he is currently training himself to take Shyam on for leadership.

Crow has been training secretly so that he has better endurance, speed, and agility; developing lean muscles so he's not too bulky but has great strength at the same time. He's been learning as much as he can about fighting strategies, the most common and used attacks, the best ways to navigate harsh terrain as well as how to intimidate someone, all so that one day he can overthrow Shyam.

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(Summer)

Shyam has been the ruler for nearly three months now, he hasn't learned very much seeing as he almost always just thinks for himself. He even sent out a hunting party of only two lionesses. One of them came back badly injured from a fight with an antelope which managed to use their small number to its advantage. When she returned, Shyam merely waved off the injury and continued to move their pride through harsh days with scorching sun and barely any water.

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(Story Begins)

(Winter)

Crow's POV:

It's the middle of winter now, Shyam has been ruler for nearly a year and we've already lost a quarter of our population to starvation, dehydration, or from dead tiredness. I'm extremely worried, however, mainly for my mother because she has fallen ill, and Shyam has been exiling elder lions who have fallen ill or need help to survive. I believe Shyam will even kill her if she refuses to leave, and I don't plan on letting that happen.

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Shyam has settled the pride down in an area surrounded by some brush to try and keep the cold wind out partially. I see him walking towards me, I sit as tall as I can to not seem weak to him; heck I'm surprised he hasn't tried to kill me yet.

He simply walks past me, his golden-silver man flicking in the wind whilst his amber eyes shift menacingly over to our mother. He walks forward until he's standing right in front of her. Out of nowhere he pounces forward and tackles her to the ground, growls of anger and pain being produced from the tussle. Father only stares in shock knowing he's too weak to stop Shyam.

Anger bursting through my veins, I get up and ram my shoulder into Shyam's rib cage with such strength that he is thrown nearly seven feet away. My body is bursting with energy, adrenaline, and hatred; urging me to get revenge on all those years of fighting, and for hurting our mother - the only one who ever truly trusted and believed in me.

I stared at Shyam as he pushed his body off the ground and looked back to see who his attacker was. Unsurprisingly his face lit up with joy as I always knew he wanted a reason to fight and kill me, a valid reason to finally get rid of me once and for all.

"Well well well. If it isn't my baby brother Crow." Shyam snarled with malice as he strided forward and began to strut in a circle around me. I just stood there, my tail slowly flicking from side to side as I listened, watching his every move for the slightest hint on when and where he would try to attack me. Shyam turned and sharply lunged at me, but I simply fell to the ground, turning my body upwards, allowing me to claw at his belly, leaving several gash marks on his body which began to bleed profusely.

"I challenge you for leadership of this pride Shyam!" I roared, but it sounded more like the loudest thunder. I see him getting quite annoyed by not being able to land a single blow on me, so I decide to wait knowing his attacks would be out of anger which makes them much easier to see coming.

Shyam gives off a fake humorous laugh, then turns to me with a serious expression, and growling.

"If you challenge me, do not be afraid when I kill you."

Ch.2

Scar's Adopted Brother Ch.2: Fight for Leadership

Ch.1 Ch.3

"If you challenge me, do not be afraid when I kill you."

That was all Shyam said before surging forward at me. I swiftly dodge his attack, slamming my right paw down on top of Shyam's back, causing him to fall to the floor in pain. The shear force of this attack caused a loud snapping sound to be heard as he released a roar of agony. He tried to stand up but wasn't very successful as he just fell to the ground again, only his upper body moving to his commands.

I pin Shyam down with a paw placed over his chest.

" Brother... please, I ask for your mercy." Shyam begged as he stared up at me in fear.

'What a pathetic excuse of a leader, it'll be fun to finally end his stupidity,' I thought as I stared down at his weak, trembling body, my eyes glinting with mischief.

"As you said. Do not be afraid when I kill you." I growled lowly, unsheathing my claws and piercing through Shyam's throat. His death wasn't quick, nor was it long; his desperate gasps for breath were silenced as he bled to death.

I turned and looked at the pride, who in turn looked at me with a new found hope.

"Kerberos, get a scouting group together to find a campsite for us to stay in tonight, I will choose several lionesses to be in a hunting party judging that you all look starved. Also find some herbs to treat any of our wounded or ill." I sternly ordered before going to check on my mother.

"Yes, sir!" Kerberos responded before carrying out his orders. With those orders everyone looked at me in gratitude, my parents gazing at me with adoration and respect.

———————

That was the start of a new and successful pride, whose leader was challenged by many other strong and large lions; but Crow won each time by using speed, agility, stamina, and strength.

Ch.1 Ch.3

Scar's Adopted Brother Ch.3: New Rivals

Ch.2 Ch.4

Since we are a nomadic pride - or tribe as we prefer - we move to new lands quite often in order to not use all of our supplements and resources, since we do value other animals' lives, and how they'd have to live if we chose to stay in one land.

I was leading my pride through a desert. I could tell many of them were tired, but we just needed to move on until we found a suitable campsite for tonight. I continued to lead them on when a new scent drifted through the air, my whole tribe could smell it, zebra. I quickly hurried them towards the direction of our food.

We soon came to a clearing that opened into a beautiful grassland with many different kinds of animals bounding around, peacefully unaware of us.

"Kerberos and Perodia, go scout out a suitable living area for tonight. Merula, you and  I will go catch our tribe some dinner." I ordered quietly so as to not alert the zebras, Kerberos and Perodia nodded before disappearing into the brush to find us a new living space.

Merula and I silently picked two zebras which would best feed the tribe, then we were off.

The sun was high and the wind was blowing, so we made sure we were downwind from the herd. I was hiding in the tall grass when I signaled to Merula that we pounce now, both sprinting through the tall grass and into the open. It was a risky move, but Merula and I are the fastest runners in the pride and could outrun a zebra in an instant. I had no worries; well, that was until I couldn't see Merula anymore. I decided to think about it later, focusing soley on the zebra I was chasing. I pounced and was right over it when a large tannish gold lion barreled into my side, allowing the zebra to escape.

I was pinned down and immediately released a roar for my tribe to help me, my tribe prowling out of the shadows after a few moments. They were a bunch of mean, gruff, and scarred up lions that alone usually scared away any newcomer.

I looked up at my attacker, smiling sickly as I spoke,

"Do you really want to do this, because they will kill you if you so much as scratch me." I state in a slightly cocky but still serious tone as I gestured to my tribe - who were in an offensive position, completely willing to fight.

Slowly, the stranger backed away, but only by a few steps. Before I could get up, he released a roar that I assume called his tribe; but I could not care for that, as I still could not find Merula.

I glance around, hearing some plants ruffling followed by angry growls from behind the stranger. Two lions twice Merula's size strode out of the bushes, Merula being restrained by them. She sported a thin but long cut across her left shoulder. I was proud to see that these two lions seemed quite tired and had many cuts and gashes along their legs.

"Well it would seem we have something of yours." Voiced the stranger, in a taunting tone.

"Release her or I, personally, will kill you." I seethed in a low growl whilst I stared straight into his amber eyes.

"Calm down, you may be below killing prisoners but my pride isn't that savage, you may take her back, but you will have to leave or we will fight." He stated in a demeaning way.

"If you want to fight then let's get it over with." I snarled before lunging at him. He didn't expect my speed, allowing me to throw him off balance. Kerberos immobilized the lions holding Merula down, quickly ushering her back to the tribe where our medicine lioness would treat her wounds.

"What's your name kid?" Asked the stranger as he got up.

"What's yours?" I hissed.

"Mufasa." He responded, stalking closer to me.

"The name's Crow." I answered before quickly tripping and pinning him to the ground. I was about to kill him when a lioness with reddish eyes barrelled into my side, shoving me to the side slightly.

"Mufasa, are you alright?" She questioned. I, however, saw more than a question, the look of caring in their eyes told me more. They were partners I assume, and that would work beautifully for my plan.

I quickly lunge forward, pushing Mufasa off balance - allowing me time to score my claws across the female's legs. She roared out in pain before collapsing to the ground, unable to handle the immense pain in her legs. Mufasa looked at me, then to the female before speaking.

"Boys, take Sarabi back to pride rock, this young lion needs to learn some respect."

Before I even had time to think, I was against the ground, back down whilst he smacked a large paw with claws unsheathed across my face. I could feel the pain inside me but I taught my tribe that it is much more intimidating and useful if you don't show pain, so I opened my eyes, I could feel trickles of blood streaming down my face.

I heard my whole pride roar in anger, so much as a scratch on me gives them the right to kill my attacker - since, in their eyes, I am the best leader they've had in years. I can hear them running over to attack him, but I slowly raise a paw up as an order for them to halt. I hear a sudden silence and Mufasa looks down at me in confusion.

"I may be a young leader, but that doesn't mean I'm willing to risk the lives of my tribe for my own." I state plainly as I try to wipe some of the blood off with my paw. Mufasa looks down at me with a sort of understanding.

"I'm sorry about this Crow, but I don't believe you've learned your lesson and I'll continue to punish you until you do." States Mufasa as he raises another paw. Before he gets the chance to hit me again, a young male cub comes out of the bushes looking happy and joyful until he sees his father about to hit my already cut and bloody face.

" D-dad, what are you doing?" He asks, confused as to why his father is attacking me.

"Simba...... Simba, this is Crow. Say hello Crow." Mufasa says. I simply look at Simba and give him my most venomous growl, causing him to stumble back in an effort to back away.

"Simba, go home. I will tell you about this later." Mufasa orders, to which Simba obliges, scampering off in a hurry.

"Must be embarrassing to have such a coward of a son who can't even watch their father 'teach a lesson to' an intruder who has already injured his own mother." I say in the most arrogant tone, and put emphasis on the word 'coward'.

"You know nothing about my family, and you seem like quite the coward just laying here and letting me hit you." Growls Mufasa in disgust, but is quickly silenced when I leap upwards and latch my jaws onto his neck and bite down hard, allowing me to rip him off me and throw him to the ground.

I jump off of Mufasa and turn to my pride, who look at me slightly stunned at how the tables turned, but simply shrug as that isn't very uncommon with me as leader. I turn around to see Mufasa getting up slowly, stunned at how I beat him, looking as if it were impossible.

"I hope you know now that brute strength isn't all you need in a battle." I growl at him before turning back to my tribe and signaling them to follow Kerberos to the hidden campsite he found. We take off at an uncatchable pace and arrive at the campsite in no time. Luckily there is a zebra pack nearby, Merula and I successfully killing two zebras for the tribe to feast on.

Ch.2 Ch.4

Scar’s Adopted Brother Ch.4: Eavesdropper

Ch.3 Ch.5

It's morning now, I awaken at dawn as per usual; sitting back, remembering the look of pure shock on Mufasa's face when I so easily beat him when I got sick of his drama, it was priceless.

I carefully walk outside, searching for some breakfast to give the tribe. I smell some zebra to the east and some antelope north, but I think the tribe would like some variety, so let's get both an antelope and a zebra for breakfast.

After walking for a few minutes, I spot a zebra wandering away from their herd, quickly killing it by ambushing from its blind spot. I use the same technique with the antelope, dragging back my kills and leaving them inside the cave we have taken up residence in.

It's still pretty early so I decide to go and explore the new territory.

Where my tribe is staying is full of trees and a canopy to keep us hidden, but how about we see the rest of the land. I sprint out of the trees silently, soon finding myself within an open savanna covered in grass with herds of many different animals. I look around, seeing beauty wherever the sun touches, but then my eyes reach a dark shadowy pit that has a mysterious aura to it.

I trot over until I reach the slight barrier that separates the sun-touched land from the shadows; as I look over the edge I see that there are mounds of large bones, elephants I believe they are called.

I quietly pounce over the edge and land in the clearing, but I soon hide behind a pile of bones when I hear the tumbling of bones from somewhere behind me. I peer through the bones and see Simba being pinned down by a lioness cub. 'I knew he was weak but not that weak,' I thought, watching him angrily struggle underneath her in vain. He then looks around, noticing my eye through the opening, I quickly pull back, jumping somewhere they won't see me; I can't risk him telling Mufasa, it would endanger my tribe.

"What are you looking at, Simba?" The female questions as she turns to see what it is that Simba is staring at so intently.

"Nothing, let's go over here." Simba states, wandering playfully over to a large skull. How stupid could they be, that skull smells strongly of hyena - just as I think that, I hear the cynical laughs of three hyenas, watching as they begin chasing the two lion cubs.

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The hyenas have chased Simba and Nala around for a minute or so now, and they currently have the cubs cornered. I see no one around to help them, so I leap in front of the hyenas, stopping them in their tracks. As much as you may think, I am no monster, and I won't allow these hyenas to kill these cubs, even though one's father may be the most aggravating alive.

"What are you doing? We are about to kill them like you asked?" One of them murmurs in a confused tone.

"Um Shengzi, I don't think that's who we think it is." Voiced another hyena.

They all pounce at me and we get into a battle of wrestling. I smack the least intelligent one unconscious for a few minutes whilst immobilizing the other two by smashing their heads together. They all fall to the ground and I release a roar so loud it causes them all to bolt away in fear. I look back at Simba and Nala, Simba looks surprised and Nala simply looks relieved that she didn't die.

"You two okay?" I question in a soft, calm tone that I use with all the cubs in my tribe.

"Yes, thank you." Replies Simba and Nala at the same time. I'm about to ask them if they want an escort back to their home but I get pushed down to the ground by a massive amount of pressure between my shoulders. I crane my neck to look up, and see Mufasa pinning me down with pure rage in his eyes while a blue bird flies overhead.

"First you attack me and now you try to kill my son and his friend. How low is your pride when they go to killing children for fun." Roars Mufasa as he grabs me and hurls me against a wall. I recoil my body in pain as the rock I land on pierces into my side. I narrow my eyes in anger and try to get up, but the rock is a part of the floor and is ripped out of me as I force myself up. The pain, however, isn't as obvious to them as I experience pain on the inside more than the outside due to intense training.

"Father, stop! He saved our lives from the hyenas!" Shrieked Simba as Nala rushed between Mufasa and myself.

"What are you talking about, he will kill you when given the chance!" Growled Mufasa as he merely pushed Nala to the side and started stalking towards me again.

"We all know how true that is, because of how you're still alive." I growled sarcastically, some blood dripping out of my mouth. Mufasa barely listens before shoving me back into the wall.

"Because I was given so many chances to kill you on our first meeting, but look at this, you're still alive." I nearly snarled at Mufasa. To be honest he looked quite angry, but the cubs seemed to be scared for my well being. Mufasa slowly takes his pressure off of me, begrudgingly allowing me to get up.

"How did you roar that loud?" Asked Simba in a scared tone as he trembled near his father.

"That's classified kid. Now if you don't mind I'll be leaving before I kill this inconsiderate father of yours." I threaten before stalking out of the area, quickly being drawn back by the scent of another lion, it's ever so subtle but it's there. I follow it and come back to where I was getting attacked, but this is a hidden overview ledge. Sitting on top is a lion who shares a striking resemblance to myself. I silently walk behind him and quickly pounce on top of him. He finds himself pinned in utter confusion, and worry is evident through the features on his face.

"I'm not Mufasa if that's what you're wondering." I state plainly as I get off of him. He turns around and sees me, anger overtaking his eyes.

"You cost me an open chance to kill that little brat today you saboteur!" He growls before lunging at me. I easily dodge his antics, resulting in him falling onto the floor.

"If you plan on killing me, you're going to need a lot more practice." I state before helping him up.

"And why do you want to kill Simba anyways?" I question.

"He is taking away my rightful place as next in line for the throne you could say." He responds dejectedly.

"What's your name, I'm Crow."

"They call me Scar." He replies.

"Are you the one that beat Mufasa in a battle?" He questions.

"That's me." I quickly mutter as I don't like Mufasa.

" .... How would you like to stay here in the pride lands? If you help me in a plan to kill Mufasa we can rule together and combine our prides." Scar explains, noting my obvious fighting capability.

"Why should I join you, my tribe is already unbeatable since I became king, and you wanted to kill your own nephew; you are stupid, why not just make him runaway so you don't have the death of the innocent and future king on your paws?" I voice as I sit down across from Scar on the rock ledge.

"It all depends on if you join me or not, so do we have an agreement?" He questions in a slightly cynical way.

"Possibly ." I reply in a grim tone with a subtle nod.

"I must inform my tribe, I will meet you here tomorrow with my tribe's decision." I say before sprinting across the land and reaching my new home in a matter of minutes. I wait for them to wake up before telling them the offer that has been proposed. I hope they stay, they are my family but if they don't wish to stay I will go with them; I am their leader after all and I must look out for them, not myself like my selfish brother had.

Ch.3 Ch.5

Scar's Adopted Brother Ch.5: Untrustworthy

Ch.4 Ch.6

My tribe agreed to join Scar, although some were a bit more hesitant. Of course, I was also partly hesitant; I usually don't jump into ideas like this either, but it did have many benefits. My tribe wouldn't have to be nomadic anymore, we wouldn't have to worry about being attacked by another pride, and we wouldn't have to worry about running out of food.

I wait until dawn, then slowly make my way over to the elephant graveyard. It reeks of hyenas, I wish Scar would just get rid of them already, they are only on his side because he's promising them food.

Anyways, I slide down the hill into the graveyard and walk to the elephant's skull that Simba was playing on; as I continue my senses are on high alert since this is where a bunch of hyenas stay, and even though they like Scar, I don't trust them. I jump up onto the ledge that Scar said we'd meet at and wait, after a while it seems like he isn't going to show so I begin to get up and am ready to leave when I catch his scent. I turn around and see him just as he shows up, as you can imagine I'm already on edge, but him showing up this late is also making my tolerance run thin.

"Thought you'd never show up" I began the conversation. Scar simply looks at me as if willing me to go on.

"My tribe has agreed to join yours, but on one condition; we don't kill Simba." I explain, but the look on Scar's face clearly shows that he is slightly unhappy with this arrangement.

"Fine, I'll meet you at the top of the ravine, I'll explain the plan on getting rid of Simba there." With each of us nodding we walk towards our own pride/tribe lands.

———————

I'm waiting at the canyon, eyeing the wildebeests who are grazing at the top. As I look down into the canyon I see Scar leading Simba down there, then walking away, leaving Simba down in the canyon. I'm getting slightly worried, I can see his plan falling into place now; he plans on causing a stampede down into the canyon, and that would leave no place for Simba to escape to.

I begin to sprint around the canyon as I try to find a way down to get Simba, Scar is going to get him killed and that was not part of our deal.

I see a pathway down, and I carefully weave my way down the rocky path into the canyon. I am successfully making my way down the canyon, the stampede has chased Simba onto a weak tree that is barely holding him above the herd, I jump over the backs of the stampede until I have reached Simba.

He looks at me in fright, not knowing why I'm here, but I quickly grab him, holding him lightly as I begin leaping over the stampede again. I see Simba's father in the canyon trying to get over to us, I just manage to hand off Simba before a wildebeest rams straight into my rib cage.

Mufasa leaps over to a ledge where he puts Simba, and begins making his way back over to me. I'm already getting up, but as I try to jump up the walls of the canyon I end up falling back down, nearly getting trampled to death. Mufasa, however, is quick to grab me and pulls me to the side of the canyon, throwing me over and onto the same ledge as Simba;mbut just as he is about to get up as well he is dragged down with the stampede, Simba is screaming for him, and I even try to get up to look through the stampede for him only to see him launch up and claw his way up the wall of the canyon.

Simba begins to make our way up the canyon so we can meet Mufasa, however as soon as we turn back to look we see Mufasa falling back first into the stampede, and I knew as soon as I saw, that he was going to be dead before we even got down there.

I quickly grab Simba and begin to try to get down there as quickly as I can, as soon as we reach the bottom we only see a straggler that was quickly gone. We make our way over to Mufasa, and his scent is clearly telling me that he is dead, however Simba simply won't give up trying to wake him up, and seeing him like that killed me inside. I had to look away, and after seeing Simba lying with his dead father I decided to wait by the wall of the canyon.

I hear a noise, and see Scar walking down into the canyon, as he reaches Simba he begins to speak. I can't hear very well though since I'm quite a ways away from them, but I do pick up on things, I believe he said that Mufasa's death was Simba's fault, and that Simba should just run away.

I see Simba backing away before he sprints off down the canyon, I then hear Scar say 'get him', and immediately see three hyenas take off after Simba. I look at Scar, who looks at me before walking off.

I quickly sprint after Simba, forcing my body to run faster than I ever have; I'm quickly catching up to the hyenas, but I can see that they will reach Simba before I reach them. I force my already tired body to continue with this stamina eating sprint until I am so close that I can almost pounce on them. However I see them all skidding to a halt so I quickly follow, leaping up and latching myself onto the canyon wall so that I can see what lay ahead of me.

Before me lies a forest of bramble thickets, I can see Simba making his way through them; and see him run out of the other side and into the distance.

The hyenas eventually leave. I have to find Simba, there is no way that he will survive out there, he's only a cub after all.

———————

I wait until nightfall, then navigate my way around the forest of bramble thickets to where I last saw Simba. I quickly pick up his scent, and begin following him; it leads me out of the pride lands and eventually to a desert. I'm beginning to slightly regret doing this because I'm risking my own life for this cub, but I feel like I need to make sure he is fine because his father's death is partially my fault.

I look up and see vultures in the distance; and I begin to sprint towards them, and I'm sure all the animals could hear my thundering paws as they roughly hit the dry and cracked floor of this desert wasteland. As I come closer I can see a warthog and a meerkat have scared away the vultures that had landed and were advancing towards Simba.

However I only see them pick up his body and scurry away into the undergrowth. I slow my pace, and am eventually back to a walk as soon as I reach the undergrowth I saw them disappear into.

I slowly make my way through the trees, following their scent closely to make sure I didn't lose them. I eventually find where they were, silently watching through the bushes as they teach Simba to eat bugs which almost caused me to be sick, but I recovered quickly.

I'm so caught in the moment that I step on a twig, a snap emanating through the environment. The warthog and meerkat glance around in fear whilst Simba is looking defensive, making his way closer to me.

"Whoever is there better come out or I'll, I'll..."

"You'll what Simba, attack me?" I voice, cutting him off.

"Crow? Is that you?" Simba exclaims after a moment of thinking to himself.

I walk out of the bushes, the top of my mane is slightly raised, giving me a threatening appearance. Simba looks slightly happy to see me, whilst the other two look simply mortified as they hug each other for dear life. My eyes shift over to Simba as I stride completely out of my hiding spot, and proceed to sit a few paw steps away from him.

Ch.4 Ch.6

Everybody needs to look up Nala. She's the light of my life. When she's excited she goes between her owner's legs and does the stomps and just recently she's started doing these flops. She's the sweetest

Nala flop

She's sporty, she's driven, she's gay and amazing. Her name is Nala. After her father left when she was young, her mother fell into a deep depression, leading to Nala finding early independence. Eventually, her mother managed to rise a little from her slump and was able to earn enough to pay for a roof over their head. Though whenever she was off work, she shut herself in her room, leaving her daughter to fend for herself. Nala has decided she will never have to rely on anyone in her life and plans to be a politician. She's the grade treasurer, captain of the basketball team, and the softest Slytherin you'd ever see.

Nicknames: none commonly used, though Fera uses pet names

Age: 17

Birthday: May 29th

Race: unknown; her mother was adopted and she doesn't know anything about her dad

Sexuality: Lesbian demisexual

Power: none

My Characters! A masterlist

Anabella Silvette (A New Infection)

Freddie Moore (A New Infection)

Zachary Williamson (A New Infection)

Fera (Fusion AU)

Nala (Fusion AU)

Victor-Hecate (Fusion AU)

They all link to basic descriptions and picrews

I did hint at writing here, and look! I followed through. I used this prompt, so enjoy the hurt comfort featuring Fera and Nala

“You don’t have to talk, we can just sit together.” Fera enveloped her girlfriend in a hug. Nala melted into her embrace as she succumbed to her silent sobs.

To anyone else, Nala could have passed as content. She was capable of masking her emotions and could do it well. No one could have seen her as cheery, but none but Fera would have sensed the turmoil underneath. Nala felt surprisingly small in her arms for someone usually so big and confident. Her normally self-assured stature was completely compromised; earlier that day her shoulders had been hunched in a plush hoodie. Anyone who knew her well might be able to read her sadness, although they couldn’t know the acuteness of the feeling. It was enough to make Fera stumble as she had skipped over to greet Nala that morning. Nala had straightened up quickly and plastered on a smile. They both knew that Fera was well aware of how awful Nala was feeling, but silently, they agreed to confront it later.

It had finally spilled over at lunchtime; Nala had pulled Fera aside from the garden and led her to a secluded spot in the school. The nook was picturesque, with fake grass cushioning Fera as she leaned against the live oak tree, basked in dappled sunlight. Fera watched the clouds move through the leaves, trying to anchor herself in the world. Nala’s emotions were an ocean, wave after wave crashing over her. Grief. Anger. Frustration. Hatred. Sadness. She struggled to stay afloat, knowing what would happen if she lost control. She rubbed Nala’s back slowly, relishing in the cloth fibers’ consistent texture on her skin. She let her fingers glide down her spine, tracing each ridge and steadying her thoughts and the emotions under her control. Slowly, Nala’s breathing leveled out, becoming measured and rhythmic.

“I’m so sorry. I hate to burden you. This must be so unbearable.” Nala’s apology was muffled by Fera’s cardigan-clad side. Her voice was quiet and raw with emotion.

Fera stroked her fingers through the dark curls, being careful to not get snagged. “You’re never a bother to me. For you, I could bear the weight of the sky. Besides,” she reassured, “I’ve felt worse. Do you want to tell me about it?”

Nala shook her head, her curls tickling Fera’s wrist.

“Okay. How about I tell you about my day?”

Fera felt the thrum of Nala’s agreement on her palm.

“Well, I woke up today to find Vera having a crisis with one of her plants. The flowers were wilting on one of them since its flowering season was over, but since she knows next to nothing about plants, no thanks to me, she was worried it was dying. Goodness knows why she hasn’t asked me before.” She paused, then said, “On second thought, I think that was one of Madelyn’s. I guess she didn’t want to ask for her help so it wouldn’t make her look bad.” She chuckled. Vera’s dedication to Madelyn was very sweet and made her prone to many comedic moments. “And when I got to school today, it was a bit of a roller coaster. I got to see my favorite person in the world.” She kissed Nala’s near-black hair. “But something ruined their day. So I’ve been a little distracted plotting to destroy whatever upset her.” Nala huffed as the tide of emotions ebbed. “And during lunch, I did busy work in the school gardens. Just weeding and turning soil.” Fera turned Nala’s head gently to gaze at her face. The intensity of her deep chocolate brown eyes never failed to floor her, but it broke her heart to see the roaring spirit behind them reduced to a barely flickering candle. Her eyelashes were clumped together with tears and her eyes were puffy. Fera planted a kiss on Nala’s forehead. “And then a beautiful girl invited me to a grove to let me do what I yearned to do all day. And that is to do anything I can to fix your problems. Be that listening to you venting, distracting you with my garbage storytelling of my average day, or just keeping you company as you collect yourself again."

Nala’s eyes softened, and Fera felt an almost imperceptible warm glow grow in her chest. She felt her cheeks redden to match.

“Thank you, my fairy,” Nala rasped, her throat still hoarse from crying.

Fera sprung up suddenly. “Just give me a minute!” she called over her shoulder as she dashed out of the area.

The rhythmic pounding of her feet against concrete was comforting as she ran through the school grounds. Reaching her bag by the gardening shed, she pulled out her reusable water bottle and started making her way back. Despite her comforting words to Nala, it was nice to be free of the intense emotions. She wasn’t lying when she’d promised to uphold the sky, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy peace for a few moments. Taking a breath of air, relishing in its clarity, she picked up her pace, eager to get back and spend more time with her girlfriend.

Tossing the bottle clumsily towards Nala’s still prone form on the plastic grass, Fera sagged in relief as she expertly caught the bottle. Nala twisted it open and took a long drink, sighing contentedly when she came up for air.

“Thank you again, sunflower. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Nala’s voice was a little clearer after the water, much to Fera’s delight.

Fera smiled warmly as she sat back down next to Nala. “Well, we both know it’s a mutual thing. And you know you don’t have to thank me.” She pulled Nala in for another hug. “Do you want to talk about it now? Or is it still too fresh?” Fera amended her question as Nala’s emotions reared once again.

“Maybe later.” Nala nuzzled into Fera’s shoulder, almost knocking her over. “Can I come with you to your next class?”

Fera giggled and pushed her away a little, stooping down to look nose to nose at each other, their foreheads pressed together. “Well, as smart as you are, I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to miss class.”

 “I don’t want to leave you though,” Nala whined pitifully. 

A peal of laughter broke out as Fera caved. “Okay, okay. I have study hall next, so I’ll go ask my teacher if I can be out of the classroom.” The potentially overwhelming emotion from her teacher was made worth it to see joy bloom on Nala’s face.

“Promise?”

“I promise.” Fera punctuated her sentence with a tender kiss. “If you let me go now, we can walk to class together.”

“Hurry back, okay?”

“Of course.”

tag the oc who screams into pillows when they’re stressed

18 and 20, pick an OC! 🤗

I'll give some love to Nala for these

18. Do they have a favourite accessory / item of clothing? If yes, why that?

She has a gold chain that she got as a birthday gift from her mother. And when she started dating Fera, Fera bought and made her a few small charms to go on it. She wears it most days, primarily for sentimental reasons.

20. What kind of people are their type that they find most attractive? (Either platonic, romantic or sexual attraction.)

Girls!! They are very pretty. She will try to woo them til the sun burns up. She will romance them, she'll try to paint them, she'll serenade them, but won't go further. Until she gets to know them, of course, provided feelings of more are mutual.

Fera and Nala are sitting in the middle and are taking up 1 1/2 of the two seats they have since Fera is sitting on Nala's lap with her legs stretched out. They're sharing earbuds and enjoying the sun while listening to Willow (a black wlw singer) Fera is fiddling with some clay because the teachers on this bus are suffering greatly.

Victor-Hecate is pressed against the window sharing a seat with Tora. They're stressed being so close to Many People and also TORA GET YOUR HEAD BACK INSIDE! WE'RE GOING THROUGH A TUNNEL!! They are the only reason behind the lulls in chaos from Tora and Zach, but they don't have the heart to stop it most of the time; it's very entertaining and they love seeing their partner so happy.

Character Scenario

SCHOOL FIELD TRIP

Part 1/?

All aboard! Your characters are excited to be leaving their classrooms to go on a class field trip together. Before you get to the location…

Who’s sitting next to who? Where are they sitting, the front, middle, or back of the bus?

What are your characters doing to keep themselves busy while on the ride there?

Is there anyone breaking rules, like sticking their head out the bus window or standing up?

Is there anyone trying to strike a convo with their teacher?

Do they have any guesses on where they’re going?

I want to write, but motivation is alluding me, so...

Send me at least one of these and one of my characters

March Prompts 🍀

Word prompts to use for doodling or writing

flowers

butterflies

petals

grass green

spring

flutter

cherry blossom

lake

bees

comet

four leaf clover

daydream

smell

feathers

blooming

thunderstorm

boat

colorful

kite

waterfall

shiny

rabbit

tulip

flower crown

bridge

pattern

nature walk

clock

brick house

fairies

garden

April Prompts Day 3 - pastel

Featuring: Nala, Fera and Vera (@pagesofcursive character)

"I just don't know what to get." Nala paced nervously in the open plaza.

"I'm sure you can think of something," Vera's voice was tinny over the phone.

Nala groaned and sat down on a plastic bench facing a pathetic fountain, "I'm sure I could, but it's just… I don't know. Pressure? I want to impress her. It's just our anniversary, and I'm sure she has something amazing and-"

Vera interrupted with a chuckle, "I'm sure she definitely does. Hey, Fae!" she yelled away from the phone. A distant "yeah?" was heard in the background. Vera continued, "Have you got something for your and Nala's anniversary tomorrow?"

Nala heard stomping approach the phone and her heart fluttered in anticipation. "Not yet," she melted at Fera's severe tone. She was super cute most of the time, but when she was ticked she had had a lot of steam to blow off. "But I'm coming up with something. Besides," Nala could almost hear her glare at her twin, "why is it your business? I appreciate the concern, but you have your own relationship."

"Oh, no reason," humor was obvious in Vera's voice. "You see? Nothing to worry about, Nala."

"Wait, you're on the phone with Nala?" Fera's voice softened, but grew louder as she approached the phone. Nala let out an uncharacteristic squeak and hung up the phone, not ready to be confronted by a potentially judgemental girlfriend. She was probably overreacting, probably overthinking, and probably blowing it out of proportion. She took a breath. Calm. Steady. Rational. Ready to make a choice. Well, maybe not that far.

She heaved herself off the tacky green bench and meandered towards the shopping centre. A pair of basketball shoes caught her eye in a sports store window, but she stayed strong and kept moving. Maybe she could get Fera clothes? Was that too simple? She always did well with bright colours and pastels, right? That seemed too easy. But it was still better than nothing. Sighing heavily, she turned into the shop.

Half an hour later, she drooped out, empty handed. She had a dozen photos of ideas she came up with inside, but none of them seemed right. A tie dye shirt, lavender overalls, a pack of rainbow socks that would've been absolutely adorable, a baby blue circle skirt and a couple of other options for good measure. They all seemed too simple alone, but too busy together.

They twisted their mouth as they wracked their brain for more ideas. Wait. An orchid! Fera has been telling her about them for weeks. Her flower garden was flourishing, but she was missing an orchid from her patch. She beelined to the hardware store at the edge of the mall, which had a greenhouse next to it. She fought through hoards of people before squeezing into the shop. Five minutes later, she triumphantly strode out, a thigh high orchid in arm. It was gorgeous, even for someone who wasn't well versed in flowers. The centre petals had pale purple streaks, and the backing petals were a precious pastel pink. She did end up with something pastel after all. Should she get the socks? Would that go with the flowers? She decided to consult Vera again. She walked to her car and delicately placed the flowers on the bonnet and snapped a photo.

Nala: what do you think

Vera: really? You couldn't think of anything else

Nala: nice to know how much you think of me

Vera: it's my baby sister, what do you expect?

Vera: but it's a cute gift. i think she'll love it.

Nala: thabks

Nala: *thanks

Nala opened the passenger door and put the flower on the seat. Briefly contemplating, she pulled the seatbelt down to secure it. It might be silly, and possibly ineffective, but on the off chance it worked, it was worth the slight degredation. Nala slid over the bonnet to the other side and flung herself into the driver's seat. The pale petals caught the corner of her eye and she grinned giddily, imagining the look on her girlfriend's face when she'd see them.

April Prompts Day 6 - berry red

(finally! I am wayy behind but I'll do my best to catch up. Motivation has been low, and school has been piling up work, and exams are coming up and I should stop making excuses)

Featuring Fera and Nala

Fera hummed as she tended to her garden. The woods stretched beyond the cottage, bright and cheery, with birdsong echoing among the trees. She heard a pattering behind her, a small animal skittering around in her rows of cultivated crops. Sighing, she turned around and spotted a flash of brown heading towards the berry bushes. Her skirt swished around her ankles, the apron bouncing on top of it as she efficiently skirted around the boxes of squash and radishes, picking out weeds that grew on the edges of the path and planters as she went. She took too long. A now brown and berry red blur bolted past her, teasingly, and disappeared back into the forest. Exasperated, she approached the bushes and pulled back the leaves; the red currants were decimated. There were a few that were salvageable, and probably more if she looked closer, but currently it looked bad.

She heard clanking footsteps approach the front gate. With a hop and a skip, she zipped around the cottage to see Nala, still clad in her uniform.

“Hey, darling,” Nala murmured into her ear as she pecked Fera’s cheek.

Fera giggled and wrapped her arms around Nala’s neck. Immediately, she felt Nala’s hands on her own, pulling her off. “You’re home early today. Why?”

“I’m a little sore today, sorry sweetheart,” she explained, brushing off her question, “I can’t cuddle right now. Besides, it can’t be very pleasant to hug metal.”

Fera mumbled petulantly, “It’s not the same with you in it.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” she singsonged. “Can I get you something?”

“I think I’m okay. Just go back to the garden, I’ll settle down inside.”

Fera frowned, but went back to weeding. She lasted maybe five minutes before peeking inside one of their few small windows. Nala was sprawled out on a wooden bench pushed against the wall, still in her armor. Fera’s eyebrows furrowed deeper. She strode over to the back door and padded inside.

“Hey,” she called softly. Nala jumped, her armor clanking. “Do you need help getting out of that?”

“No! I mean, no thank you.” Panic fluctuated across Nala’s face.

“Come on,” she whined, giving her wife puppy dog eyes.

Nala caved quickly. “Fine.” She raised her left arm, allowing Fera to pull off the pauldron. Fera beckoned for her to hold up her other arm. She shook her head vehemently, gesturing to her chest piece.

“Please.”

Nala shook her head.

“It’ll be easier to take off the rest of it with it off.”

Nala’s curls bounced as she shook her head again.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Fera asked accusingly.

Fera kissed her cheek softly, whispering, “Please, baby.”

Huffing, Nala shook her head slightly again. Growling under her breath, Fera sat on top of her wife, pinning her down, and fitted her hands, rough from gardening, around the shoulder piece. Nala squawked indignantly and tried to push her off, but Fera persevered. Nala grew paler and paler, her eyes unfocusing a little as Fera pulled and wiggled the pauldron. With a yank, it came off, and Nala’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she slumped back against the wall. Fera inhaled sharply, spotting what Nala was so desperate to hide. A growing patch of berry red was stark against the off-white of her undershirt. She hissed softly, lifting the sleeve to get a better look at the wound. It was poorly bandaged 一 thin cloth was laid against her shoulder barely stemming the blood 一 which explained why it leaked onto her shirt. Peeling off the fabric, she revealed a deep wound, about the width of an arrowhead. Practice gone awry, possibly. She drifted off to the kitchen to prepare a healing salve and find more suitable bandages. When she returned, Nala was still out cold. She pouted sympathetically as she spread the thick green paste, flinching away as Nala shifted. Steeling herself, she continued, elevating her arm to wrap the bandage around it. She stepped back, admiring her work. As she did so, Nala stirred, her eyes cracking open. Fera seized the opportunity, surging forward and taking advantage of her semi-wakeful state, and pulling her chest piece off. Nala grumbled vaguely and held up her almost naked shoulder, examining the bandage.

Nala sounded sheepish, “I didn’t want to worry you.”

“Oh, darling,” Fera melted a little, moving closer to sit on the bench. She wrapped a petite arm around her frame. Nala leaned into her embrace. “I just want you to be safe.”