could you write more yandere dinosaur stuff ?😭 I’m dealing with horrible insomnia right now and they help me fall asleep.
BUT NO PRESSURE!! If you don’t want to write anymore of them that’s also fine!
have a lovely day!
I've got you covered! I hope this helps, even if it's just a little bit! 💕
You hear their trumpeting calls before you see what makes them.
Shoot.
You sit down on the forest floor in defeat, knowing that you won't be able to escape the herd and get off of the island. Soon enough, you see them snuffling along the ground as they follow your scent trail. Each beast is larger than an African elephant and easily dwarfs you. The herd of Parasaurolophus walkeri isn't as populous as it would be in prehistoric times but no one in their right mind would approach the herd. No one but you, that is. To be fair, being stuck on an island for months and being adopted by dinosaurs isn't the best for your mental state. The lead female, the one who has granted herself the position of being your "mother," is the first to get to you. She lets out chiding rumbles as she checks you over, licking the dirt and sweat off of your arms and face. You don't bother swatting her away. There's not much use in pushing away an animal almost the size of a bus.
The next herd member to approach you is the lead male. He typically uses a more hands off approach when it comes to you, mostly because he doesn't want to be mauled by his overprotective harem, but he gives you a quick nuzzle to greet you. A stern chuff from the lead female has him stepping back a few paces once your attention is off of her for long enough. The other females in the herd greet you enthusiastically with licks, nudges, nuzzles, and affectionate pawing.
Once the lead female has decided that you've gotten enough affection from the other herd members, she begins nosing you back in the direction of the nesting area. It doesn't take long to get there with how fond she seems to be of gently prodding you to keep you on the path home. She lets out a few comforting coos as she noses you into her nest, seeming pleased that you're back in your proper place. You lay down on the soft leaves, grasses, and dirt. It's comfortable, much more comfortable than a glorified dirt basket has any right to be.
The lead female steps into the nest, carefully arranging you under her before laying down similarly to a hen with her chick. She has you tucked under an arm as she coos and hums at you, her crest reverberating each sound. Her scaly skin is warm and surprisingly comforting. You start to feel yourself dozing off as she watches you. She soon begins making the same quiet calls that she made to her eggs that wouldn't hatch. She doesn't seem to mind that you're not at all the same species as her. You're small and soft, just like a hatchling. You stumbled into the nest clearing just as she was beginning to mourn her clutch that was never meant to be. Her instinct to mother something was so strong that she couldn't help but take you in, regardless of how often you wandered off. She simply watches you drift off, seeming content to have you close.
short summary: You and Zora broke up two years ago, and of course you're not over it. Filled with plenty of anger and resentment towards her, you're shocked to hear of her plans of returning to town.
(The plot is based around the events of Jurrasic World Rebirth)
word count: 5.6k
warnings !!! : *drinking, language, some sexual themes*
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Paramaribo, Suriname, South America. 2027.
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“I need a favor.”
“When do you not?”
“Hey, I’m serious.”
Duncan’s voice lowers, and instantly, you can tell he isn’t joking around, like the two of you usually are. You sit up a little straighter in your chair, a cue to let him know you’re listening. You could always tell when something’s on his mind, and he hadn’t been the same since you watched him take a phone call the other day.
There were insurmountable layers of trust between you and Duncan Kinclad. Working side by side with him for 10 straight years as a mercenary can do that to two people. Three, actually, if you include Zora Bennet, who was as integral to your circle as any of you were. Even her lack of presence couldn’t be replaced, but you made sure to take on the loss of a member as best as you could.
You had seen it all with Duncan and your crew, enduring both the worst and the best moments of your life. The people and experiences shaped who you were, though everything came at a heavy price.
The ones you’ve lost still haunt you to this day. Then again, everyone knows that’s the risk you take working in a field like this.
Now, you worked part time with Duncan and his crew, smuggling whatever goods they could get their hands on. The other half, you spent at Van Dijk's Bar & Grill.
“There’s a job.” He stands up, pushing his chair back into the table you were still sitting at. This information was nothing out of the ordinary; every two weeks or so, there would be a job.
“There’s always a job,” you say, frowning. You were more confused than anything, and Duncan wasn’t acting himself. He was always straightforward and pulled together. You watch as he pours two drinks from the side bar he’s now behind. “Whatever it is, you can tell me-”
“I need you here, instead. Not with us.” Duncan sets the bottle of liquor down, calmly. He watches your reaction, predicting the next words that you’ll say inside his head.
“What?! That’s insane, you’ll be short!” Since moving here, you can’t even remember a time when you weren’t going on missions with Duncan and the crew, you knew the layout of his boat like the back of your hand. “And what, I'm just supposed to sit squat here, look after the bar and grill?”
Duncan sits back down, sliding your drink straight into your hands. He takes a heavy sip, keeping the glass near his mouth.
“Yeah.” He nods. “Zora’s coming back. With some hotshot from the city.”
You feel like your heart drops straight into your stomach. You tear your gaze away from Duncan as a burning sensation makes its way to your throat. Everything comes flooding back to you in a matter of seconds. This wasn’t like she was just brought up in casual conversation.
“The regular crew will be on, including Z and her guy. We won't be short.”
Zora Bennet, back here, back to the place both of you had called home.
“I can still work with her,” you try to reason. “That’s not an issue. It won’t be.”
“Exactly, because you’re not going.” Duncan’s voice is firm, and you know he won’t change his mind. He never does. Still, you feel the need to annoy him.
“You know I can work with anyone. I can do a job well, and finish it with no problem. You know me.”
Duncan half smiles, shaking his head. “I know that you're relentless. And I’d never ask you to stay behind unless I needed it. I'm asking a favor,” he says again.
You bite the inside of your cheek, rolling your eyes in frustration. You wouldn’t be so hard on him if this weren't something you needed. After those ten years, you were in desperate search of a purpose, something to keep you busy. Missing jobs and sitting on your ass wasn’t something you thought highly of.
“Done. You’d better not gyp me out of the next one then.”
Duncan laughs, clapping you on the back. “Never. And what was that you said about sitting squat? This place ain't so bad.”
You scoff, finally taking a sip of your drink. “No comment, but thanks for the drink.”
“Yeah, you’ll need it.”
“And that’s supposed to mean…?” You look amused, finishing the remains. You watch as Duncan takes both glasses, storing them behind the bar. He begins unloading packed up boxes of supplies, ignoring your question. There was something he wasn’t telling you.
“Could use a little help here,” he mumbles.
Your smile fades, eyes narrowed. “Duncan.”
“I don’t want to get in between," he gestures with his hands, “anything.” He pauses a moment before sighing. “Z refused to even do the job if you were on board with us.”
He continues putting supplies away, breaking down the cardboard boxes filling the space behind the small side bar. He waits for your reaction, an outburst, something. When he looks back to you, all he can see is a look of disbelief.
Your mind feels like it's short-circuiting, with all the anger beginning to boil inside of you. You grind your teeth together momentarily before nodding.
“When is she getting here?”
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The next day was like any other in Paramaribo. The streets were filled with locals and those who wanted to soak up the sun. Local food vendors and live music entertained the people, making your bike to work the same as it always is.
You pretend not to notice Zora as you punch in, immediately avoiding looking at the obvious table of the crew. All of their gear took up room, along with an obnoxiously large paper map, seemingly drowning the table. You try to help your coworkers make drinks, but something’s off with your focus and rhythm.
“How do you fuck up a tequila soda?”
You roll your eyes at Jay, your very loud co-bartender. Everyone at your job was like family to you, even when they were annoying as shit. You loved working with the bar and crew almost equally. One of the two gave a better adrenaline rush, though.
Jay nudges you on the arm playfully, making you laugh.
What you don’t notice is a pair of green eyes watching. Zora looks back at Duncan, a questioning look on her face.
“Just a friend,” Duncan whispers.
Zora cocks her head slightly, her chair making a loud noise as she stands up. She'd be lying to herself if she said she wasn't holding back from going to talk to you the moment she watched you walk in.
Not even sure how long it had been, the mission she was once incredibly invested in was now shoved to the back of her mind, the voices of the men talking slowly began to get tuned out. She took notice of every glance your coworker made at you, every smile, every laugh.
“And a long island tea. Who does that?” You’re swatting away Jay’s hands as he tries to take the bottle of white rum in your hands, still insulting you.
“Should I be worried if I order two Djogo’s?” Zora smiles, standing right in front of the bar now. Her hands grasp the edge of the wooden counter, slightly tapping her fingers.
All you can do is look at her now, exactly what you had been trying to avoid doing before. Like if you stayed far away, nothing bad would happen or you wouldn't make a choice you'd deeply regret.
Nearly everything about her seemed different. Her hair was the longest you’ve ever seen it, slicked back into a neat pony-tail. The confidence that seemed to bleed from her veins was still evident, something that had always drawn you to her. But her clothes, neat and rich. Was this still your Zora?
“I think I can handle that,” you say. You set the bottle down, grabbing two beers from the cooler. Effortlessly popping off the bottle cans, you slide them to her.
“Thanks,” she says. A slight half smile spreads over her lips, taking the sight of you in. “God, you haven't changed.” The bracelets that wrapped around your wrists beginning to thin, your same style, the way you carried yourself. You were a creature of habit and change wasn’t something you took lightly. If it worked for you, then you kept it.
You can feel your chest swell at her tone, and instantly you know that all of your progress was about to be ruined. Years of building up a wall and telling yourself that you never wanted to see her again were instantly tarnished. Still Zora. Regardless of these feelings, you still felt the need to have your guard up.
“I don't know if I can say the same.” One thing Zora always loved was a good challenge. It was her competitive spirit, her passion for being right. You raise your eyebrows with playfulness.
Zora laughs, leaning up against the bar now, beers forgotten. “You wouldn't know, with all your hiding behind the bar. Who knows how long it would've taken you to come up to us?”
You hum, a wide grin plastered over your entire face. You only hoped you didn't look as foolish as you thought, inching one step closer to Zora. “Last I heard I'm not allowed over there,” you gesture towards the crew with your hands. “Classified. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?”
Zora leans back a bit, surprised by your straight-forwardness. You don't miss the way her eyes land on your lips a moment before narrowing. “I thought Duncan was going to tell you when I was coming.”
“He did.”
“And yet you're here.”
“Nice dodge.”
Zora laughs again, eyes closed as her head tilts back. You feel like you're in some sort of trance, or trapped in a memory as you watch her. The rasp of her voice and the sound of her laugh was like pure silk, the way it transported you back to a better time in your life.
“You could've called out. You know Duncan would've said yes,” Zora says, and there's truthfulness in that. With plenty of staff to run the bar, there wouldn't need to be an extra manager with Duncan nearby.
You toss the beer bottle caps you'd been clinging onto in the trash, only now noticing you had drink tickets piling up. You knew exactly what Zora was pushing at, so suddenly. She was always honest and never afraid to tell you what she was thinking, or anyone for that matter. Except once.
You knew you should be angry with her, or at least uninterested in what she's doing here, what she has to say. But as usual, you're clinging onto her every word like you’re the girl from ten years ago who first laid eyes on Zora. Her voice echoes inside your head, and you're leaning towards her, your ribs digging into the wooden counter that separated you.
And familiar ground it would always be. Over time, your feelings for her became so strong, it was almost impossible to keep them to yourself. She was this magnet, a breath of fresh air in your life; someone you never saw yourself living without.
Once the three of you were in inactive duty, you couldn't hold back any longer.
You notice her hands, smooth and seemingly untouched. Her nails were filed to perfection, a clear gloss coating them. She looked like a brand new version of the Zora you once knew.
“You just want to hear that I wanted to see you.” You hate how you love the way your heart beats faster, now avoiding her gaze. You also hated how she was the only one who had you acting like this, some crazy in love idiot. You’d been with others since Zora left, but none of it ever compared. You were feeling more in this moment than you ever had during any random hookup.
After the first year, you’d come to accept that you might never love anyone like this again. A light color flushes your face as you turn away to make the drinks that were piling up even more.
Shrugging, you push a slice of lime into her beer when she sets it back down, exactly how she liked it.
“Maybe. I mean I…didn't think you would. I’m just surprised, that’s all.” Zora licks her lips, reaching for the beer in front of her. She takes a long sip, anticipating your next words. It puzzled you to see Zora mention what happened between the two of you first, you didn’t even prompt it.
The reason why you were separated by continents, no contact, and left with a pit in your stomach every time you glanced at her photos or when she was mentioned in conversation. It was so easy to forget how badly she hurt you when she was right here, standing in front of you with a smirk on her face, her green eyes all over you.
“I need the money if I’m just going to be sitting on my ass while you guys are gone for however long.” Another challenge, and Zora understands that you’re definitely not letting this go. You both know what you said isn’t entirely true, of course you were here to see her. You laid in bed for twenty minutes this morning trying to convince yourself not to go into work. Admitting that out loud would be a different story.
“I promise it’s not personal,” she says quietly.
“Too late.” You hold eye contact with her for what feels like a while. It was already starting the moment she walked over to you, but you can feel the tension growing by the second. Too much to say, but it shouldn’t be here, not now.
And you felt okay when you saw her gone, consumed by the work in front of you. That’s that, you thought.
Zora looks at the lime in her bubbling drink, listening to the crew now calling her back to the table. With a ghost of a nod, she takes the two beers and makes her way over to the group.
The next couple of hours were a blur as you finally caught up with your overflowing amount of drink orders. After that, the night only got busier. The bar always did nearing the end of the week, and you were pleasantly surprised to see that you hadn’t noticed when Zora did finally leave.
But of course, it wasn’t. You shouldn't have been as surprised as you were when you saw her walk through the open doors of the bar and grill, long after close. There was always more to be said and done, especially with the history between you and Zora.
She was alone this time, carrying no weapons, no gear. Just fiddling with car keys in her hand as she walks back up to you, in the exact same spot you two were in earlier. You were leaning over the bar, deep in paperwork and still plenty left to go. The bar was almost covered in bills and legal documents, all the boring shit that comes with owning a restaurant.
“Hey,” you greet her, standing up straighter.
“Of course you’re still here.” Zora knew better than anyone that you always needed to keep busy.
“What, Duncan didn’t tell you where I was?” You joke, trying not to stare at her for too long. You look back to the papers in front of you, your brain not processing a single word that you read.
“Believe it or not, Duncan doesn't actually inform me on everything going on in your life.”
“So he does inform you on some things, got it.” You can't help the way you smile at her when she laughs, pulling up a bar stool to sit on.
“Just the good stuff.”
You hum, making Zora laugh again. Dropping your pen on the bar, you try to tidy up a bit. These late nights were usually uninterrupted, which you preferred so you could actually get shit done. Duncan always gravitated towards the heavy duty work, leaving you with all this mess.
“What time do you guys leave tomorrow?” You stuff papers back into your folders, not caring what goes where.
“Bright and early. 7 sharp.”
“Classic Kincaid. At least give me a hint as to what illegal shit you're pulling this time,” you laugh as Zora shakes her head. From the cooler underneath your side of the bar counter, you pull out an eight pack of beer, resting them on the bar.
She gasps playfully, shaming your actions. “You’re trying to get me drunk.”
“Gotta get information out of you somehow, Bennet,” you make your way over to her, sitting on the bar stool directly next to her. Zora taps her knee with yours boldly, making notice of how close you’ve decided to sit next to her.
“I like when you call me that,” she says, looking you up and down. And of course, you already knew it.
You smoothly open two beers, taking a long sip from yours. Zora copies your motions, never breaking eye contact. You can't ignore how fast your heart is racing, just from being this close to her. You felt like a goddamn teenager.
“I like your hair down,” you say gently, taking another long swig of your beverage. Zora had ditched the pony tail from earlier, and you'd made a note of it as soon as she walked in. Her hair down was rare, but you always preferred it. Straight out of the shower or early in the mornings, her short hair was usually unkempt, leading to her always having it up.
“I remember,” she says even quieter.
You keep a steady conversation going as a few empty beer bottles begin to decorate the bar. It feels so good having her back in your company as you make shallow conversation about God remembers what. It feels so familiar to you because this has already happened, practically hundreds of times. You and Zora were always up late, being able to talk about everything and nothing at the same time. You missed having someone you could tell everything to.
You feel every brush of the knee and every arm touch she gives you. The hand that lingered on your shoulder a little too long, the way she was blushing furiously this entire time. She looked absolutely beautiful, all you could do was admire her.
In a fleeting moment of silence, you're finishing your third beer while Zora looks out to the sea from an open window.
“I miss you,” she says suddenly. “I miss everything.”
You don't call her out on how it was her who caused this. You don't say anything about how maybe she wouldn't have to if only she considered you when she took the job offer in the United States.
Instead, your grip onto the cold bottle tightens as you whisper back to her. “I remember everything, all the time. I miss you, and it hurts.”
Zora smiles at you sadly, setting her bottle onto the bar. She fidgets with her hands for a moment before taking a risk. Inching her fingers to your leg, she draws small circles on your knee before slowly dragging them up your right thigh. She looks back up to you, your pupils full blown, mouth parted slightly.
“Let me know if I should stop,” she whispers, voice raspy and low. Your stomach drops at the sound of it, unknowingly opening your legs further. The gentleness of her fingers against your jeans feels electric, slowly turning in all directions. Maybe it was the influence of alcohol or the fact that you had been yearning after her for most of your life now, but you needed to be closer.
And if you were being truly honest, you'd needed it the moment you saw her today.
You don't miss a single beat as you lean in to kiss her, your free hand wrapping around her neck, pulling her in closer. Zora sighs into you, kissing you back immediately. It's muscle memory to the both of you, knowing exactly how you felt against each other.
Her lips were so smooth, crashing back into yours whenever they’d part slightly. The warmth of her breath and the sweetness of how she tasted, the fresh scent of her perfume, it was too overwhelming for your senses. You’d honestly never felt more alive.
You take a moment to pull away, quickly setting your drink back onto the bar before taking Zora back into your hands. You trace her open arms while she kisses you needily, her hand still dangerously close to your inner thigh. Your fingers slide from her arms to her waist, caressing the skin beneath her tanktop, close to her waistline.
She gasped into your mouth, biting your lower lip unexpectedly. Your hands wander further underneath her top, stroking her toned stomach, soaking in the warmth of her skin. You can’t help but smile against her lips when you feel her start unbuttoning your jeans.
Zora breathes into you heavily, parting for air as she speaks. “I've got a rental car outside.” She raises an eyebrow at you suggestively, watching you breathe equally as hard. Your face is flushed, hair already messy from Zora running her fingers through it. You kiss her as a response, holding her face in your hands.
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All you can feel is warmth. The hot summer air slightly filters through the car windows, the body pressed into you, holding you tight, scratching her nails down your back. The person you’d been missing for so long, tracing her fingertips over your arm while you silently gazed at the stars in the sky. You could feel her breathing softly, synced up with your own.
You don’t feel the need to speak until you feel her touch leave you. Glancing at her hand, you can see it trembling, even in the dimly lit car. She clenches her hands into fists, trying to remove the shakiness, but immediately drops them when she sees you notice.
“Are you okay? Hey, what-” You notice a tear fall down the side of her face, and you instantly soften, wanting to help. “Zora…” you whisper, using the middle of your finger to wipe the tears that were now beginning to fall even more. She wasn’t too vulnerable in front of you, but she had her moments, like everyone did. You weren’t expecting it so soon, and you couldn’t read her expression like you usually could.
“I’m scared,” she whispers. After saying it out loud she scoffs, rubbing her face with her hands. She puts some distance between the two of you, leaning on the back of the leather seat. Before you can ask why, she interrupts. “The mission tomorrow, I don’t know.” She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. You’re frowning, thinking she was going to say something about the two of you, regretting what had happened.
You watch her, head in her hands as she leans forward now. Zora was the most confident person you knew. She was your calm in a storm, jumping out of a plane with ease, taking on more soldiers than she could handle. She made rash decisions, but they were always genius and always right. With her many years of experience, as long as you’ve known her, Zora didn’t get scared.
“Tell me what you guys are actually doing tomorrow.”
Zora sits up suddenly. “What?”
“This isn’t you,” you’re shaking your head. “On missions, you don’t do shit that makes you scared like this.”
“Legally, I can’t tell you. The mission is fine- it’s easy-”
“Legally?” You repeat, shocked. “What contract is so dangerous that you legally can’t tell me? Duncan refused too, and Bobby-”
Zora squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head in anger. She knew taking you off the mission was going to be a bad idea, even if she was confident in her decision. She was getting tired of it being brought up, especially here. “What?! Asking my crew? This isn’t your assignment, you don’t need to know anything. I wouldn’t-”
“Do the mission if I was on board.” You finish her sentence, at least what you thought she was going to say. “I forgot how goddamn arrogant you get when you’re in charge, calling the shots.”
“You didn’t seem to mind thirty minutes ago,” Zora snaps back. You feel your face blaze red as you look away, making Zora instantly regret her words. “Shit- hey I didn’t mean that. I just-” Zora hesitates. “I didn’t mean that.” She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes again as she tries to center her thoughts. “I couldn’t have you on the front lines while I was here.”
You look back to her, utter confusion written on your face, your expression hardening. You hated where she was about to go with this.
“I just lost someone. It was recent and it was on a simple mission. No strings, no traps.” Zora feels like crying again, and she swallows hard as her throat tightens. “I can’t do it again on my first mission back. Especially with you,” Zora clenches her jaw.
“I can handle myself,” you say defensively. No matter how many times you’ve said it, it felt like Zora always had a protective shield over you. It wasn’t too big of a deal to you years ago, when she was just looking out for your safety. You knew this was the same case scenario, but it was different now. “I hear you on this, I understand what you’re saying but it isn’t your place. You can’t control what I can and can’t do, especially after the shit you’ve pulled.”
“If you died on my watch… my mission. I can’t lose you,” Zora cries.
“You did the second you took that job and didn’t tell me. You know that.”
“Physically- I can’t,” Zora puts her hand over her chest, once again an attempt to calm her breathing. Everything was so soon, too soon after her last mission in Yemen. The car bomb memory was coming back to her in waves. She holds your gaze, tears shining in her eyes. “I love you,” she whispers. “But I’m not changing my mind.”
Your face falls as you process her words, heart swelling. You hate yourself for starting this, for still feeling angry after all this time. You always clung onto everything and it hurt like absolute hell when Zora left you for some fancy shit job in the states. After everything you two had been through, you thought you’d at least get considered if you were going to maintain your future together. All you ever did was consider her.
This was the stupidest shit you’ve ever done, now you were going to have to lose her the same day you got her back.
I love you, too. You want to scream because of how true it is, how it will always be. You’re throwing your shirt back on, buttoning your jeans, quickly gathering your stuff while Zora watches you sadly. “I know I hate change, but I would’ve moved with you. If you wanted me to- I mean. If you’d just asked.”
Zora’s mouth twisted bitterly, looking away from you as she nodded. She felt like she would break down completely if she spoke anymore. The only thing she could do was watch you leave.
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The next day, you couldn’t go to work. The only place you allowed yourself to drag your feet was in the comforts of your own bedroom, mostly spent curled up in your own bed. After something major in your life, your body always took the heaviest toll, betraying yourself and becoming the most stagnant version of you that you’d ever known.
You watched the ceiling, running your eyes over the patterns on your walls, digging your nails into the palms of your hands. Complete utter silence was all you knew, while Zora and your team were out doing a mission so dangerous, they were legally bound to secrecy.
If Zora was so worried about you dying on her watch, what’s to say that any of them were making it back alive? You didn’t even say goodbyes to Duncan and your crew, too damn caught up in Zora’s return. And Zora, telling you that she loved you, and your only response was to slam the car door in her face.
Too much to regret and far too much to process. You tried your best to sleep the rest of the day away, telling yourself you’d feel better tomorrow.
It was true, even if it seemed impossible. Everything did eventually get better with time, but it was harder to know that your crew could be dead without you knowing. The missions you took with the group always raised a significant amount of danger, but never to this extent. For the rest of the week, you dragged yourself out of your bed and to the bar, trying to get lost in the blur of the art of bartending. Even your co-workers who could always get a smile out of you noticed your change of energy, backing off for the time being.
After a week, you were beginning to get sick with worry. You had enough time to mulch everything over, run every action through your mind and every word you said, only to deeply regret it all. With everyone’s lives at stake, all you could think about now was your crew’s safety, needing them to all be okay. It killed you to not know what was going on, everything you were so used to being apart of was now completely out of your control.
You found out shortly after a week, running into the arms of Duncan Kinclaid. He crushed you into his arms, breathing heavily with you. He held you for a minute, not saying anything. You were without words, feeling the extent of your gratefulness that he was alive, and the heavy regret of not saying goodbye to him; if something had happened. He pulls back, hands still resting on your shoulders as he smiles at you.
“Good to see you didn’t burn down my bar.”
You exhale a laugh, wiping away the burning tears that were beginning to fall down your face. “Shut up,” you breathe out, wearing a small smile. You can’t help but bring him back in for a second hug, your arms wrapping tightly around his waist. Imagining a world without him was too painful of a thought.
He pulls back again, a more solemn look on his face now. Before you can ask what’s wrong, you glance over his shoulder to see Zora walking up to where you two were standing. Duncan pats you on the shoulder, leaving the two of you alone. You can barely process what’s happening before Zora throws her arms around you, burying her face into your neck.
You hold her equally as tight, squeezing her as soon as you hear her sobbing quietly. “You’re okay,” you whisper, soothing the skin on her back. She smelt lightly of sweat, and you’d noticed multiple cuts on her face before she pulled you into her embrace.
Your thumb slides on the back of her neck, trying your best to calm her down. She pulls away from you, her hands holding your arms. Tears continue to fall down her face, and your heart aches at the sight. You want to pull her back into your arms and tell her how much you regret everything you’ve said. Zora shakes her head, trying to find the words.
“LeClerc, and Nina,” she whispers, lowering her gaze to the ground. “They didn’t…” she trails off, shaking her head. She bites her lip, trying to calm herself down but the gravity of the situation begins crashing down on her again, and her heavy sobs are absorbed by you once more as you bring her back against you.
“It’s okay,” your voice breaks as you try to speak, but you’re crying now too. Your crewmates, your family… they’d never be home again.
Zora holds you for some time, before you two part. Despite the heavy news she’d just given, she hesitates before saying the next. “Duncan thought…maybe it’d be good to slow down for a bit.”
You nod, wiping the remaining tears from your eyes. You knew where she was going with this, and you couldn’t deny the happiness that was beginning to form in your heart.
“I want to stay here with you. I don’t want to waste any more time, I was bullshiting myself with that job in the states. I never should’ve done it without you, I never want to do anything without you.”
“It was important to you, Zora, and I should’ve seen that- I always overreact and I let everything get the best of me, I wasted two years so angry…” You whisper, your voice breaking again.
Zora shakes her head, taking a shaky breath in, her hands still resting on your forearms. She slowly soothes your skin, a coping mechanism to calm her nerves.
“You’re the most important thing to me.”
You can see it in her eyes that she means it, full of truthfulness and the love she still carried for you. Taking you into your third embrace, Zora kisses the side of your face softly before her arms wrap around you again. You cry against her, feeling the weight of your newfound grief, and the contrasting gratefulness of her return.
As long as you had her, everything would be okay.
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Thank you all for the amazing support on my last fics also!!! It means so much to me! < 3
You don’t know what you were thinking when you accepted this trip with your friend's family and her boyfriend. Now you were screaming desperately for help toward a boat that was apparently coming to rescue you. To make matters worse, before the accident, you were lying down trying to get a tan, wearing only a Brazilian-style bikini, but you managed to grab a blouse in time which unfortunately was transparent and thin enough.
You managed to get onto the boat with the help of a blonde woman who, upon seeing your state, took you inside and wrapped you in a towel.
While the others talked to your friend's family, the blonde woman guided you carefully inside; you were scared and trembling. She offered you a piece of clothing and you accepted with a nod.
When you returned to where everyone was, you sat huddled in the corner. The blonde couldn't take her eyes off you but she knew how to hide it.
"Do you know what took down your boat?" a man asks. "I don't know, it was a creature that was about twenty meters long," your friend's father replies.
"Did it have a serpent's body? A big head and a long snout?" "Yes, yes," your best friend answers, still nervous. The man continues to ask questions but you don't pay attention; you study the surroundings and the blonde woman notices.
Another man you discover is named Duncan asks what you were doing in the middle of the sea with a child. Teresa takes a deep breath while her father argues with the man. You stand up still with your arms around your body. "What are you doing here? What are you doing here with all this equipment?" A man too well-dressed for the location tries to approach but doesn't follow through. "That's none of your business," he says sharply to you. "Hey, hey, hey," the blonde says, giving him a dirty look, but then gives a laugh with fake nervousness. "We’re going to make a small detour to pick up something important."
Again an argument begins; your friend starts speaking loudly demanding an answer. Her father asks everyone to calm down. In the middle of all this fighting, something hits the side of the boat, knocking you to the floor. "What the hell was that?" you ask while trying to get up, but the boat began to get rough and rock from side to side. The blonde was near you and helped you up. "Stay away from the edge of the boat," she says before running off.
You are desperate and everything gets worse when you see a man being taken by a dinosaur. You scream so loudly that your friend, who is already scared, shudders. Everything starts to get hectic again. Your friend grabs your hand while her boyfriend is thrown against the wall. Your little sister hangs onto the boat's railing and narrowly escapes.
Another strong surge and you are thrown to the outside area of the boat, but you manage to get up and run to the back where your friend's father and her sister are. You start to tremble as you observe everything around you and it only gets worse when you hear Teresa's scream and then see Xavier throwing himself into the sea. Your friend's father looks at you and you already understand that you are going to jump. He tries to calm the child and when he jumps you close your eyes tightly.
Some screams are heard but you try to ignore them. Grabbing a vest, you take a deep breath and just as you are about to jump, arms grab your waist. "You’re not going to do that, we have to stay together," the blonde woman screams at you. Your feet hit the floor and you try to break free as she drags you inside. "They are my friends!" "Dammit, let me go!" Your screams are desperate as you struggle in her arms. "We’re already far from them, stop fighting." You start to cry when she lets you go but everything is still chaotic. She runs outside again while you try to hold onto something. A few minutes later, a loud thud is the sign that you have reached dry land.
Slowly you come out from where you were and the woman helps you off the boat. Your breathing is heavy and your hands are shaking. You look at the sea and see some dinosaurs near the crates. Your heart races even more and Zora stands in front of you.
A scream echoes and you realize what happened and close your eyes tightly. "Calm down," she says and you just nod frantically while letting tears run down your face. You should have jumped with your friend's family; now they must think you only thought of yourself.
Zora stared at you and took a deep breath. Now she felt a kind of obligation to take care of you and get you off the island alive. A young woman with a whole life ahead of her. She couldn't lose anyone else close to her.
"Shit, now we have this brat," a man screams and immediately your expression of sadness turns to anger. "I am not a brat, who do you think you are to talk to me like that?"
"Hey, calm down," the blonde says to you. "And don't call her that." She shoots a death stare at the man. "Fine, if you want to adopt her for the rest of the mission, but don't let her get in the way of our plans. I’m not paying for her."
"What kind of mission is this and why are we on this damn island?" you scream once more, looking at the woman in front of you.
"Calm down, young lady." "I’m already tired of you asking me to calm down! Dammit, I’m without my friends now and apparently I’m with strangers who came to play survival for a weekend?"
"I said she was a brat."
"SHUT UP!" you both scream at the same time.
Zora takes a deep breath and looks into your eyes again. "My name is Zora, I’m sorry you’re here but I promise I’ll do everything to get you out of this place alive."
You calm down a bit and look at her. "My name is Yn." "A beautiful name," she smiles slightly at you, still trying to keep her cool. "Yn, do you promise me you’ll stop screaming or asking questions during our time here?" "I promise I’ll try." "That’s progress already."
You are walking beside Zora. Your mind is on your friend and her family. Are they still alive? You don't like to show weakness; you’ve shown too much for today. You refuse to cry and Zora noticed that.
When you entered a stream to continue the path, you simply didn't care anymore. Your fear of snakes and other animals that could be in that water was too much. The major fear you were feeling all the time was enough: the risk of a dinosaur killing you at any moment. Your hands trembled slightly and you moved even closer to Zora at that moment. She noticed everything about you from the moment she rescued you. She felt your fear being fed even more with every passing moment, so she gently took your hand and intertwined it with hers.
You looked at her trying to hide your surprise and gave a small smile of gratitude. Duncan looks at Zora and gives her a smile; you noticed you started attracting looks so you lowered your head and tried to pull your hand away, but she wouldn't let you. "Don't mind them, I’ll keep you safe."
Night came and your fear increased. Few words had been exchanged since the moment on the beach. When the group found a place that might be safe to spend the night but with guard up, they began to organize themselves to rest.
You sat down leaning your back against a large rock, your hands around your legs. You looked for the blonde's gaze and noticed she was finishing a conversation with the group. When she ended her small talk, Zora approached you and sat by your side.
You looked at her and took a deep breath before starting a conversation in a low tone of voice. "I want to apologize for snapping at you earlier." "You were scared, it was natural," she replied, offering you a kind smile.
When you were already falling asleep, she moved even closer to you and offered her shoulder for you to lean on. It wasn't the best night's sleep of your life, but you were feeling safe.
Very early in the morning the group began to move. Everyone noticed you didn't have a bit of survival instinct. Well, you tripped three times because you were easily distracted. Deep down they were betting you would be the next to die. You thought the same thing.
Your eyes sparkled when you saw the dinosaurs; you had never been so close to one. At that moment Zora only stepped away from you to collect the DNA sample.
When you arrived at the cave, she refused to leave you alone with the men. And you didn't want to distance yourself from her either; she was the only person there who made you feel safe. Everything was new to you at that moment. The giant eggs. When the Quetzalcoatlus appeared, you let out a startled scream. Zora grabbed your hand and put you behind her.
Your time had come, you were sure of it. Your heart was racing and tears were streaming down your face. The rope was still tied to you. When Henry was in danger and Zora went to help him, you were pulled and a scream alerted the blonde. "I’m going to die, shit, I’m going to die!"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" the older woman spoke desperately when she saw you hanging and the rope about to break. She used all her strength; you weren't heavy, but with the friction the rope gave way.
"FUCK!" she screamed as she heard your scream fade. Zora wasted no time and left the cave going toward where you were.
When your body hit the ground, you let out a laugh of relief and the tears returned. You were alive, somehow, but you were.
Zora found you and ran to you, checking for any sign of serious injury. "I’m okay, I’m alive." She released the breath she didn't even know she was holding. "You’re alive."
Night came and you reached the extraction point. You were screaming for your friends. You wouldn't leave that island without them. Everything was passing so fast. You found your friends and your friend ran toward you. When she saw Martin she screamed, "He threw me off the boat!" "You threw her off the boat?" your voice was elevated. A fight started and he drew a gun on you.
Zora was already on her way to take the gun from him when you had to run again. Your friend's hand wouldn't let go of you and you ended up separated from the blonde. You entered an abandoned convenience store and Zora was outside figuring out a way to get out of there alive.
For the thousandth time these days, your heart was racing more than it should. Fear always paralyzed you. Your body was acting on its own. When you were inside some tunnel, even you didn't know what it was. A loud noise snapped you out of your trance. Zora appeared and quickly drew her pistol and started shooting. You closed your eyes tightly and when the dinosaur died she approached you. "Never leave my side again," her voice was firm and you could only nod. She grabbed your hand and started looking for an exit.
One more obstacle; the day couldn't get any worse. Your friend's sister ran to release the gate. Everything was going wrong. The D-rex was approaching. She put you behind her and unconsciously your hands squeezed the older woman's waist tightly.
Zora's heart pounded when her friend offered to save the group by distracting the dinosaur; at first she refused, but when she analyzed the situation she could only hope he would make it. A miracle.
She helped you into the boat and jumped in right after; your heart was beating so fast and your breathing was heavy. Your hands were shaking and Zora sat in front of you holding your hands. "You’re okay." "We’re leaving here now, the danger has passed." Zora's voice was shaky because of all the events; her mind was on her friend. "My dear, I protected you as I promised at the beginning." "I’m okay, I’m alive, you protected me," you said more to yourself than to her. Zora left a kiss on your forehead before being startled by the flare.
"Let’s go back!" she screams with a great hope of having her friend back.
The way back was peaceful. You were holding hands with your friend and at the same time in the arms of the woman who looked after you. If it weren't for her you would be dead, you would never see your family and friends again. You owed her everything.
When you arrived at the place where the team had last been before leaving for the mission, Zora helped you out of the boat and didn't let go of your hand. You were still near your friend.
Your mind was so tired that you weren't able to keep up with everything around you. All you knew was that everyone would go to a nearby hotel until they went their separate ways the next day.
Your friend's father and her sister stayed in one room. Your friend and her boyfriend in another and you were left alone in a room. Zora was alone in a room just like the others.
Your eyes wouldn't close. You rolled from side to side. Despite the tiredness, it was almost impossible to sleep. When your eyes closed you saw the last few days. Therefore, in the middle of the night, you knocked on her door. Afraid of being rejected.
Zora Bennett didn't do relationships; she had issues with commitment, she was bad with feelings. She always ended up hurting someone. She blamed it on her lifestyle, but those days were over. After this mission, she was going to stop for good.
She didn't want to corrupt you. Your innocent soul. However, when she heard the knock on the door, she couldn't ignore it. She wasn't capable of that.
She quickly got up and opened the door. When she saw you standing there she made room for you to enter. Words were not necessary at that moment. When the door closed she hugged you and took you to the bed. You finally managed to sleep, hugged by her. Zora left kisses on your head. She inhaled the scent of your hair, the smell of the hotel shampoo.
She slept for twelve hours straight. She deserved it after the past days. You, on the other hand, ended up sleeping for fifteen hours straight. She opened her eyes and the first thing she saw and felt was you hugged with her. Your grip, which over the course of the night became lighter. Zora didn't move until you woke up.
When you woke up, you tried to pull away but she didn't let you. Your gaze met hers. "You are so beautiful, honey." Your breath hitched and your eyes closed. The older woman closed the distance between you and you gave yourself over completely.
You couldn't speak, only writhe as Zora's hands wandered over your body. She got on top; when you pulled apart, your blouse was removed. The blonde looked down from your eyes to your breasts. She approached again and took one of the already hardened nipples with her lips. You let out a moan.
She went down distributing kisses over your body until she reached your lower part. She removed the remaining clothing and licked your vagina from bottom to top. Your hips involuntarily moved up. She sucked your clitoris before running her tongue over it. You closed your eyes and started to grind against her face. Two of the blonde's fingers began to play with your entrance. Your moans began to get muffled because of the sheet you were biting at the moment. After a few minutes, you began to convulse with pleasure in the mouth of the woman who saved your life.
Zora hugged you, helping you through the orgasm. You kissed her and spoke incoherent words. As soon as you recovered, she got rid of her own remaining clothes and connected her intimacy with yours. You bit a part of the blonde's arm so as not to moan loudly. She let out muffled moans and her eyes were closed. Your hips were in a desperate dance. You wanted her to come; she deserved to come whenever and however many times she wanted. With a hoarse, muffled moan, she came inside you.
"You’re not going to escape so easily, my princess."
Had a lot of fun drawing everybody together for the first time. I really struggle with character likeness, but I think they all turned out pretty good!
