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When Jurassic Park was created it blew up with people's pure interests in dinosaurs. They wanted to explore something that was years before humans ever existed on this planet. But would you feel that same desire if you had some dinosaur DNA running through your body……the answer is no and I’ll tell you why.

My parents had a happy marriage in the beginning that was filled with love from what I was told. Unfortunately I never got to see them together because my father Dr. Wu had moved me to this island when I was still a baby and my mother….she couldn’t handle how dedicated he was to his work here. He didn’t lose my mother, but let her go. He chose the lab. He chose the island. He chose the raptors. And he chose to change me.

29% of me isn’t human…..it's a velociraptor. Who in their right mind would love that?

I had arrived at the Raptor paddock earlier today than normal but I couldn’t stop fussing with my appearance knowing he would be coming into work in an hour or so. Owen Grady, my best friend.

Standing in front of the long mirror in the bathroom I pinched the hair clip in my fingers, carefully removing it from where it had been holding up my blonde hair previously up in a bun. It seemed practical considering it’s super hot on this island, but would he find that attractive that was the question. I wish I could say this is the first appearance change I have done with my hair and my outfit but unfortunately it’s not. I have changed things up four different times and not one of them I have felt satisfied with. It had gone from being up in a high bun, next a ponytail and then I even braided it over my right shoulder too.

But who am I kidding, have you seen Owen Grady? Owen has a muscular and athletic build, obviously his years in the Navy were good to him. He’s got that brown hair that I can't help thinking how soft it might be if I ever get the chance to run my fingers through it. And those green eyes of his certainly compliment that light stubble he’s got going on.

“Just focus on your job, Y/n. Just focus on the job.” Dragging my hands down my face I threw my head back. My heart was beginning to speed up and my palms were sweating. Moving my hands I was close to pinning my hair up again until an unmistakable rugged voice caught my attention on the other side of the locked door.

“Y/n! Are you in there?”

The color drains from my face picking up on his gruff voice through the wood. Gripping the sink under my palms I stuttered out the best reply I could think of. “Uh…..yeah! Is everything okay out there?”

“Yeah. I just saw your truck parked outside the paddock but I didn’t see you anywhere. I just wanted to make sure you’re alright before I start feeding the girls.”

My cheeks flushed a little bit trying to push the comfort that crossed my mind and how my heart skipped a beat at how kind he was being. He always was concerned for people he cared about and very loyal to those he trusted. That was one of the main reasons I instantly started seeing him as more than a friend a few years ago. From the first day that I met Owen many years ago with my father I didn’t entirely think he would see me as anything but Dr. Wu’s daughter or a freak with dinosaur DNA because my father wanted to test and see if it would be the next thing for science.

“I’ll be right out. I’m just - just using the bathroom.”

He simply responded except I didn’t make a move till I heard his work boots reseeding down the hallway, meaning I would be alone for a minute or two. “I’ll be up on the skywalk when you’re ready.”

Turning back towards the mirror I slumped my shoulders in frustration not reaching for the hair tie around my wrist like before. Trailing my gaze over my naturally wavy blonde hair that was falling over my shoulders I held in a breath. “You can do this…you can do this.” Spinning on my boots I opened the door, heading outside into the hot and sticky island air in the direction of where Owen said he’d be at.

Every morning when we started training the girls as he called them he would feed them each one dead mouse after they followed a single command he gave them. We’d definitely had some issues but they had improved over time. Owen may call himself the Alpha of the pack but he’d never have the abilities that my special blood seemed to give me. Walking up the metal stairs I glared at quite a few new people I didn’t recognize around our paddock. The park wasn’t open for another hour so these have to be people who work for Vic Hoskins who Owen and I equally can’t stand.

All of the new faces seemed to be making Blue uncomfortable by how much pacing back and forth she was doing. Her tail was raised almost straight up in the air and her pupils were much more narrow than they normally would be. Once I’d finally reached him he lowered the hand that he was carrying his clicker in, glancing over to me barely sending me a smile. “Blue’s not listening today. I mean I know she’s stubborn, but she’s all stiff for some reason.”

“There’s new eyes watching her.” Resting my hands on the railing I closely watched her, whistling down to her to get her attention. Blue lifted her head lightly chirping back at me where I instantly saw her whole demeanor change back to normal.

“You’ve really got a way with her.” Owen remarked coming to stand closely by my side, hands on the railing too. “You’re tensing up. Are you feeling okay?”

Unfortunately his question had drowned out where I didn’t hear him, too focused on the raptors walking around in the paddock underneath us. Tapping my fingernails on the railing I huffed turning and began pacing back and forth in front of my best friend. Owen turned slightly in my direction watching me closely like he would the raptors.

“What’s up with the pacing?” He asked me to see how my hands clenched and unclenched from fists which was a tell when I was anicey.

“There’s too many in the paddock today.”

Owen crossed his arms over his chest, sparing a look over his shoulder at the four raptors. “The girls seem to be handling it fine.”

“Well I’m not.”

He unfolds his arms walking over to me and standing closer but not enough to be invading my personal space. He knew better to keep his distance from me when I was getting stressed and reaching one of my what I have called ‘crash outs’. He simply asked me out of concern. “What’s really bothering you?”

“I could hear everything. Every footstep. Every heartbeat. Every stupid conversation. It was too much.”

Owen doesn’t dismiss it. “Then we take a break today. You don’t have to go in.”

“I’m not fragile, Grady.” I shot him an offended look.

“Didn’t say you were.”

“You implied it.”

“No. I’m saying you don’t have to push yourself until you snap.”

Exhaling heavily I stomped my boots on the ground, pacing much more quickly than I was previously over his words. “I’m not going to snap.”

“You’re pacing in circles like you’re about to chew someone’s head off.”

Halting in my tracks I turned and narrowed my eyes at him in defiance. “Metaphorically?”

“…Preferably.” A laugh escaped my lips at him and he chuckled too before he steps closer now with his hands relaxed at his sides. My body relaxed a bit just hearing his laughter. And how he was doing his best to distract me. “Look, you’re allowed to get overwhelmed. You’re allowed to step back. Doesn’t make you weak.”

“Humans don’t get overwhelmed by footsteps.”

“You’re not just human.”

A look of disappointment spread across my face as I slumped my shoulders muttering under my breath. “That’s the problem.”

“No. That’s just part of you. It doesn’t define who you are as a whole person.”

I felt my chest tightened with his words and I couldn’t help but stare at my best friend. He’d never understand how much that means to me. Glancing down at the four raptors each chirping softly in the distance, following the direction in which their eyes focused on the crowds of people around us. Every single one of them felt like they were watching me. “People are staring at me.”

“Let them.” Owen raised a hand forward brushing hair that had been blown in my face by the wind. His green eyes met mine when he whispered his next reply. “They don’t know you.”

“And you do?”

“Yeah. I do.”

Studying his face I searched for any hint of fear or hesitation. No matter how long I watched him I couldn’t find any hints. Just like always there never is. “You’re not scared of me.” My lips parted with the simple question slipping out.

“Not even a little.” Owen declared without a second thought.

One of my feet moved backwards I felt the world slightly beginning to spin around me where I stumbled backwards nearly hitting the ground. Owen reacted as quick as a tiger, wrapping his arms around my waist tugging me forward. My palms pressed against the fabric of his vest, my nose brushed against his own, and our breaths mixed together in a heavy panting. Blood rushed to my cheeks and it took my breath away seeing the same thing happening to Owen’s face too. His green eyes trailed down to my lips and remained staring for longer than a minute. In the back of my mind I wasn’t able to wrap around what was happening right before my eyes.

My best friend leaned forward, closing the gap between us and bringing us closer together if that was possible. I moved forward without thinking about what I was truly doing. I’d imagined this countless times, how it would feel, would he go slow or fast, and untimely would he ever feel the same way that I felt for him. Though in this moment all those thoughts faded away to be irrelevant by how desirable it felt once he connected my lips with his own. Owen and I leaned more into each other and would have deepened the short kiss if it wasn’t for Hoskins’s voice cuts through the air.

“That doesn’t seem like working to me, Grady and Wu.!”

A tiny shriek slipped out of my mouth and my pupils grew smaller, much more raptor looking till I blinked a few times turning slightly to the fat man who was approaching the two of us. “What do you want from us today, Hoskins?”

“I’m here because your father’s pets are being wasted,” he said, waving a hand toward the paddock. “Those raptors should be doing more than running drills. They should be deployed.”

The words hit me like a spark when I curled my fingers into fists, but it didn’t stop the shift of anger building up inside of me. “You want to turn them into weapons. You want to turn them into something they’re not.”

Hoskins shrugged his shoulders. “They’re assets for war. And your father built them to be useful. You should understand that better than anyone.”

One second I was standing there and the next I was moving when something snapped inside of me. My feet charged forward and my fists were raised as I saw the shock flash across Hoskins face, the way he stumbled back, completely unprepared for how quickly I could reach him. But remarkably I never did because strong arms wrapped around my waist, hauling me backwards. Owen’s chest hit my back, solid and grounding, even as I thrashed hearing his voice low and commanding. “Y/n! Hey, look at me. Not him.”

I snarled, whipping my head around so I’d meet his gaze. Hoskins’s eyes went wide, but he still didn’t understand what he was seeing. He thought I was just losing my temper. Owen knew better. Hoskins pointed at me, sputtering. “What the hell is wrong with her?”

“Back off,” Owen snapped without looking at him. His grip tightened around me, arms locking mine to my sides. “You pushed her.”

“I barely said anything!”

“You don’t know what sets her off,” Owen growled. “So shut up.”

Hoskins bristled, but he took a step back. And that was good because if he didn’t, I wasn’t sure I could stop myself.

Owen shifted me in his arms, turning me so I faced him instead of my target. His hands came up to my shoulders, firm but gentle, thumbs brushing slow circles that made my pulse stutter. “Y/n,” he murmured, softer now. “Come back. I’m right here.”

My breathing slowed, my fists unclenched and my vision softened at the edges. I sagged forward, forehead brushing his chest as the crash‑out ebbed.

Hoskins scoffed behind us. “She needs anger management.”

Owen ignored him completely. “Are you with me?” He tipped my chin up with one of his index fingers, eyes carefully searching mine.

“Y - yeah.” I nodded, though my whole body was still trembling. His touch steadied me more than anything else ever had during these type of events.

He swallowed hard, thumb brushing my cheek. Trailing his hands down to intertwine my hands in his larger ones leading me towards the metal stairs on the other side of Hoskins. “Let’s get you some water.”

“You can’t just walk away from me, Grady. You two still have a job to do.”

Hoskins shouted at us yet my best friend totally ignored his comment. We made our way down the steps and sat inside my truck with the air conditioning. Brushing my thumbs together in my lap I kept my eyes dropped to my lap, not saying a word for what felt like ten minutes. Squinting my eyes tightly shut I felt tears building up in the corner of my eyelids thinking about my thoughts from earlier in the bathroom.

He can’t possibly feel the same way for me. I’m only a friend to him.

He only puts up with my crashouts because he knows I don’t have a lot of friends.

He’d never want someone like me that can’t control her ridiculous animal instincts that she didn’t ask for. He would likely want to date someone better, someone more…human.

“Hey, are you okay - you’re crying.” Owen pulled me from the trance I was in with him gently placing a hand on my shoulder.

“It’s nothing.” I lied through my teeth. “Hoskins just really riled me up with what he said. We should - we should get back to work.”

Reaching for the door handle newr me in the passenger seat I pushed it open almost getting out until Owen reached across the counsel to stop me. He managed to grab the back of my belt that was hooked through the belt loops of my shorts, he tugged me backwards and I shut the door in the process since my hand was still holding onto said handle. His movement wasn’t forceful or rough, but it was enough to get me back inside the vehicle with him before I could run away from him.

“Owen, we really should get back to work.”

“We’re not going anywhere until you tell me why you’re crying.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

He shook his head in disagreement. “Yes it does.”

“I - I don’t.” Covering my face with my hands my face turned bright red with tears sliding down. I couldn’t stop myself from getting emotional in front of him. I was tougher than this…or I thought I was at least. “I don’t know how to tell you how I feel. I’m - I’m too afraid to tell you the truth.”

Owen carefully asked me. “The truth about what?”

“How I feel about you….what the kiss meant to me.”

Owen released his grip on my jeans, hesitatingly touching my shoulder using a much calmer tone than he had with our boss. “Y/n, I’m your best friend. You can tell me anything but only if you’re ready to.”

“I want - I want to be more than that.” Wiping away falling tears with my hands I dropped them back into my lap. Shifting in the seat I slumped my shoulders once releasing a heavy breath, preparing myself to actually say the confession that was weighing on me on the inside. Twiddling my thumbs together that rested on my lap. “I don’t know to say this any other way except that I don’t want to be your friend anymore. I - I want to be your girlfriend. Except the problem is that - that I have to be kidding myself because in what universe would you want to be with a girl whose father gave her raptor DNA. A girl that can’t control the animal instincts inside of her where she gets so close to ripping someone’s head off. Honestly, I’m - I’m a total disaster so you’ll definitely want someone better than me.”

Thick silence instantly fell inside the truck with the two of us staring at each other. Owen’s lips parted where he went to say something but he closed it when no words came out. My chest tightened in anticipation waiting for him to say something, even my name would be better than listening to this extremely uncomfortable silence…..finally there was some relief though.

“I don’t want to date anyone.”

My heart dropped. “Oh I see.” So he’s definitely not interested in dating me.

“I want the girl with raptor eyes who just so happens to be my best friend.”

Blankly looking at him I must’ve blacked out while he was talking because the question slipped out without time for me to change my response. “Are you serious?”

Owen smirked in my direction before he quickly leaned forward, crawling across the counsel. He crashed his lips directly onto mine, making a gasp get stuck in the back of my throat. Instantly my fingers grabbed the fabric of his shirt bringing him closer. “I’m dead serious, Y/n. I don’t want to be with someone else. I want to be with you. I want to be with the girl with raptor eyes.” He drew back, breaking the kiss, resting his forehead against mine.

“A raptor Alpha and the girl with raptor eyes. That makes for an interesting dynamic.” Grinning back at him I tugged him by his shirt, reconnecting our lips together in a much longer kiss than any of the previous ones.

The African night throbbed with a rhythm all its own. Cicadas buzzed like tiny saws, their chorus punctuated by the distant roar of a lion. The air hung thick and heavy, scented with dust and the promise of rain. Inside my small, canvas tent, I felt the heat prickle on my skin. I sighed, pulling at the collar of my dress. It was a ridiculous garment for the bush, a frivolous, emerald green silk thing I’d bought on a whim in London, mostly because the saleswoman had assured me it brought out the color of my eyes. 

Outside, laughter spilled from the main camp, the clinking of glasses a cheerful counterpoint to the wild symphony of the night. Papa and my sister, Alexandra, were probably holding court, regaling the other safari-goers with their tales of daring hunts and exotic encounters. I loved them both dearly, but tonight, I craved solitude.

I’d been in Africa for three months, tagging along on my father’s latest expedition, ostensibly to "broaden my horizons." But the truth was, Mama had grown worried about my increasingly independent streak. She thought a few months under Papa’s watchful eye, surrounded by the proper societal expectations of a safari camp, would tame my restless spirit. It hadn't.

I was tracing the outline of a flower on the dusty table when I heard a commotion outside. A raised voice, then another, louder and laced with anger. Curiosity piqued, I unzipped the tent flap and peered out. It was him.

He stood head and shoulders above the other men, a figure carved from granite and shadow. His broad shoulders strained the fabric of his khaki shirt, and his jaw was set in a hard line. He looked every inch the man of the wilderness, dangerous and untamed. I’d heard whispers of him, of course. Spencer Dutton. The legendary hunter. The man who’d stared down lions and outwitted leopards.

I watched, mesmerized, as he finished his argument with the camp manager, a weaselly little man with a perpetually worried expression. Spencer’s voice, a low rumble that carried across the camp, was tinged with an American drawl I found strangely appealing. He won the argument, of course. He seemed like the kind of man who always did.

As the manager scurried away, Spencer turned, his gaze sweeping across the camp. Our eyes met. For a breathless moment, the world seemed to shrink, focusing only on the intensity in his dark eyes. Then, he looked away, dismissing me as easily as he had the manager.

I felt a surge of irritation. He was arrogant, undoubtedly. But he was also undeniably captivating.

Later that evening, I found myself at the camp bar, a makeshift affair consisting of a plank of wood laid across two barrels. A grizzled old man with a missing tooth was pouring whiskeys with a practiced hand. I ordered a gin and tonic, hoping the cool, bitter liquid would quell the heat that still simmered beneath my skin.

It didn’t.

I was halfway through my drink when a shadow fell across me. I looked up. It was him.

He stood there, towering over me, his expression unreadable. He was even more imposing up close. His eyes, the color of dark amber, held a depth that both intrigued and intimidated me.

"Excuse me," he said, his voice deeper than I remembered. "I believe you dropped this." He held out a small, silver locket. I gasped, recognizing it instantly. It was a gift from Alexandra, a silly trinket I wore more out of sentimentality than affection.

"Oh, thank you," I stammered, taking the locket from his hand. "I didn't even realize it was gone."

"I saw it lying on the ground near your tent," he said, his gaze lingering on my face. "I thought you might want it back."

"I do," I said, a nervous flutter in my stomach. "Thank you again." 

He nodded, then turned to leave. "Wait," I blurted out, surprising even myself. "Would you… would you like a drink?"

He hesitated, then turned back, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "I wouldn't want to impose," he said, but the corner of his mouth twitched.

"It's no imposition," I insisted, flushing slightly. "I'd like the company."

He smiled then, a slow, genuine smile that transformed his face and made my heart skip a beat. "In that case," he said, "I'd be honored."

That was how it started. A casual conversation over gin and tonic, which turned into another, and another. We talked for hours, about everything and nothing. He told me about his life in Montana, about the vast, unforgiving landscape and the hard-working Dutton family who carved a life from the wilderness. I told him about my privileged upbringing in London, about the stifling expectations and the longing for something more.

I learned that beneath his gruff exterior, Spencer Dutton was a man of deep intelligence and surprising sensitivity. He had witnessed unspeakable things in the war, things that still haunted him. He carried a weight in his soul, a weight I somehow felt I could help him bear.

As the days turned into weeks, our connection deepened. We spent our mornings exploring the bush, Spencer sharing his vast knowledge of the land and its creatures. We spent our evenings under the vast, starlit sky, sharing stories and dreams. I found myself falling for him, hard and fast.

Then, one morning, he told me he was leaving. He had a job to finish, a dangerous expedition into the uncharted territories to the north. He didn't know when he would be back. My heart plummeted. The thought of him disappearing from my life was unbearable.

That night, I found him at the bar, nursing a whiskey. He looked troubled, his brow furrowed in thought.

Taking a deep breath, I walked up to him. "Spencer," I said, my voice trembling slightly. He looked up, his eyes filled with a warmth that momentarily eased the ache in my heart. "Y/n," he said softly.

"I'm leaving tomorrow morning, Y/n,” he stated plainly with no room for argument. 

My heart shattered into a million pieces. "That doesn't matter to me, not tonight anyway," I said, trying to sound brave, though I knew my voice conveyed the heartbreak of the words I had heard. I meant it knowing that life was short. Meaning that we have to live everyday as if I could be our last one on this earth.

I pushed my way through the flap of my tent and yanked the famous hunter by the collar of his dress shirt. Spencer leaned his head down connecting my lips with his own since he knew I was shorter than him.

The kiss was fiery, desperate, a culmination of all the unspoken emotions that had been simmering between us. 

When it finally ended, we were both breathless.

Spencer Dutton and I had met earlier this morning at the bar after I had accidentally spilled my drink all over his shirt. He didn’t snap at me like most men in my family standing would have. Instead he helped me clean up my clothes and gave me his jacket to cover up some drink stains that had also gotten on me.

"Will you marry me?" Spencer broke the long kiss where he stared down at me and placed his hands on my hips holding me closer to his chest.

My mouth fell open at his question, he had to be drunk after all the drinks we shared at the bar. He wouldn’t be saying something like this if he was sober. "You’re drunk. My sister Alexandra told me to be careful of what men say when they’re drunk."

"I ain’t drunk." He attempted to reassure me but I didn’t believe him.

Taking a step away from him inside the tent I felt my short green dress flow up in the air. "Then prove it, cowboy." Leaving my hair loose down my back I decided to pair my dress with some muddy black cowgirl boots rather than those high heel shoes that my sister and the other girls would wear.

Spencer extended his hand out for me to take and I reluctantly did, getting caught on by what he did next. He raised our intertwined hands and twirled me underneath and out away from his chest until he finally spun me back in. "Could I have done that if I was drunk?" He nuzzled his nose against mine, knowing he hadn’t made me trip or fall once during the whole twirling.

I giggled at his actions shaking my head. "Who knows? You're a very talented drunk."

He sighed, stepping away from me for a second before looking back into my eyes. "I'm not drunk, I swear to you. I know we haven't known each other for very long, but I do know that I love you, Y/n."

He said it with such sincerity, such conviction, that the last of my doubts melted away."I love you too, Spencer," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion.

He smiled, a bright, radiant smile that chased away the shadows from his eyes. "Then say yes," he said, his voice husky with hope. "Marry me, Y/n. Come back to Montana with me. Build a life with me."

I didn't hesitate. "Yes," I said, my heart overflowing with joy. "Yes, I'll marry you."

He swept me into his arms, kissing me again, a kiss that sealed our fate, binding us together in a love that defied logic and reason. He picked me up twirling me within his arms laughing as I clutched onto his shirt. 

He set me down with his hands holding onto my face once more before I spoke up. "What about Alexandra? She's very protective." I told him knowing she was going to kill me for wanting to marry him.

Spencer leaned his forehead onto mine again. "I'll convince your sister as best as I can cause I want to marry you."

"Okay, that's good enough for me." I giggled before connecting our lips once more.

• The first time Brahms came across your collections it was by accident.

• He was looking for something and ended up opening the wrong drawer.

• In it were neatly aligned butterfly knives.

• He was absolutely fascinated because they were all so different.

• "You know, I collect other things too," you said when you found him in the drawer.

• You then went on to show him a box you had full of colorful rocks.

• And that's when Brahms really lit up.

• He will literally spend hours going through your collections if you let him.

• He would look and inspect every single thing you have because he's just so fascinated.

• He's a big fan of any trinket that reminds him of nature, so the rocks are definitely his favorite.

All Brahms needed was a pen. He had no intention of stumbling across your knife collection. He knew they must have been yours because he didn't own any butterfly knives.

He didn't know you collected anything. To say the least, he was intrigued and pleasantly surprised.

He took out one of the knives and twirled it in his fingers, examining its design.

"I see you found my collection," you said.

Brahms jumped a bit at the sudden sound of your voice. He almost dropped the knife as he turned around.

You had been watching him the whole time and he hadn't noticed.

"'Sorry," he said, putting the knife back.

"There's no need to apologize," you said.

You went to one of the bookshelves in the room. At the top was a medium-sized box. Brahms had never really noticed it.

You pulled the box down and handed it to him.

"Knives aren't the only thing I collect. I have a lot of things," you said

He sat the box down on the inn table and opened it.

"I collect rocks as well," you said.

Without hesitation, Brahms started to go through them.

"Where did you find them?" he asked.

"All over the place," you said.

Brahms was honestly impressed. He had never seen such a large collection of rocks, let alone ones that were so colorful and unique.

A few days later you were in the kitchen. You had heard Brahms go out the front door but didn't think anything of it. But once an hour went by you started to get a bit worried. Before you could go see what he was doing, he was coming through the backdoor in the kitchen.

"What have you been doing," you asked.

Your eyes wandered down and noticed that his sweater pockets were full. He reached in and began pulling out rocks. He placed them down on the dining room table. You couldn't help but giggle a little bit.

"Are these for me?" you asked.

"Mhm," he hummed.

You walked over to him and gave him a little kiss on the side of his mask.

"Thank you so much. You're so sweet," you said.

Now anytime Brahms sees a cool rock, he gives it to you for your collection. It's a really sweet gesture.

"It wouldn't hurt to try Y/N! Plus you'll be able to smack some punks out of your way when you join." Suzi said while making punches in the air, you laughed at her actions and sighed "I don't know.. what if I don't do well?" You sat on the bed while you stared at the moon outside the window. "Oh don't think of that.. you'll do well- I know miss Lisa Lisa would love to see you improve!" You turned your head to look at Suzi Q who was sitting beside you, "I- thanks Suzi.." you slightly smiled. Suzi grabbed both of your hands and held it tightly "I'll help you ask her tomorrow- don't worry! And let's continue my story now." Suzi gave you a wide smile, "Oh please this better be spooky." you giggled, "Hey! It's going to be really really spooky so be prepared!"

You were working as a maid with Suzi Q for a woman named Lisa Lisa, you had to find a job quickly because of how many times you've been rejected in job interviews. You always failed because of how yo  u were unable to speak properly, you always mentally slap yourself to toughen up but you end up stuttering with your words. That's when your best friend Suzi came to the rescue, you told her about your issues with finding a job so she offered that you'd come work with her- immediately you agreed. Having a job and at the same time being with your best friend was the best choice you'e picked.

Lisa Lisa had offered you a very huge amount of raise if you join this somewhat called Hamon training to defeat the.. Pillarmen? You really needed time to think about this, imagine of how much the stuff you could get from a high raise of cash- but what worries you was this whole Pillarmen and Hamon thing. Lisa Lisa told you to take your time which you did. It was already 1 week ever since that question had been asked, you overthinked that have you made Lisa Lisa wait too long? Without any further you decided to join the training, tomorrow was the time you tell Lisa Lisa that you're going to join.

Though she didn't tell you that you were going to be training with 2 guys...

You woke up early to make sure you could ask Lisa Lisa early enough, you washed your face and ate breakfast then wore a nice attire, you then searched for Lisa Lisa in the big mansion she lived in and you spotted her smoking a cigarette outside. You quickly went up to her and told her that you're going to be joining this training.

"Miss Lisa Lisa?" you said while walking up to her- her back faced against you, when you called her one more time she finally turned to see you.

"Oh, hello Y/N. What brings you here?" Lisa Lisa asked. You gulped the lump in your throat while your heartbeat was becoming more and more faster, god how nervous were you?

"I- I um.." You gathered all your courage to speak- you took a deep breath even though you could feel it's shaky, "About the training- I'd love to join..!" You slightly yelled at the last phrase, you covered your mouth with your hand out of shock 'I just yelled at Lisa Lisa! Oh god she's gonna kill me she's gonna-' suddenly you felt a hand placed on your shoulder- It was Lisa Lisa, her face directly smiling at you. "Glad to know you're joining, you'll get 85% more for your raise. I hope that's enough for you Y/N." Lisa Lisa spoke, you instantly smiled back at her "Yes- it's enough, thank you."

Out of nowhere you both heard two different voices shouting at a far distance, you moved your head a bit to the side to see what it was. At the distance you saw two males running up to your direction, one with brown hair with a scarf and one with blonde hair with a patterned bandana.

"Oh, I forgot to mention that both of those are my students too- they'll be training with you today." Lisa Lisa spoke, you looked at her with a very surprised expression- your heartbeat pumped louder as you watch the two males come closer, at that moment you wanted to back out. You had thought that it would be only you- unexpectingly you're going to be training with two guys now, It would've been more fine if you were training with girls..

"Th-them..?" You pointed out the two males running up, you looked at Lisa Lisa who nodded in agreement to what you said. Finally both of the males had reached the both of you- their paces slowing down as they approach both of you, "Goodmorning coach." The blonde male said. behind was the brown haired male who looked really tired- his form showing that he was clearly running out of breath, especially with the strange mask he's wearing. You wondered why he was wearing that mask. "Jojo control your breathing, you're clearly going to suffocate if you don't focus." The blonde male spoke while he crossed his arms, "Maybe if you didn't make a bet who's faster then I wouldn't be suffocating here!" The masked male growled. They both looked attractive as you saw them up close, though you didn't stare for too long- you hoped that they didn't saw you earlier.

Lisa Lisa glared at the both of the males before she speaks. "You both have a new student to be training along with you." Lisa Lisa announced. You bit your bottom lip and tried to hide behind Lisa Lisa- but she quickly moved to the side to reveal you. You stood there with wide eyes- trying your best to process what to say in front. You saw both of the males look at you which made your heart race even quicker "Hello there! You look cute- are you really going to be training with us?' The masked male spoke as he walked forward to you, but to be stopped by the shoulder from the blonde male with clear disappointment on his face "Have some manners here! You clearly never knew how to greet a lady well." The blonde male looked at you "I'm very sorry of his behavior- clearly childish as you can see." He smirked "Hey i'm not childish you-"

"I'm Caesar Zeppeli, you may call me Caesar signora." The blonde said while he gently raised one of your hand and planted his lips on the back of your hand, you immediately blushed- you felt frozen on the spot. You never experienced this type of action so you didn't know how to react, the masked male rolled his eyes "Whatever, the name's Joseph Joestar- but you can call me yours-" Caesar pinched Joseph's ear, making him whine in pain. As much as you observed you thought to yourself everything would be fine, even if the both of the males look like they have a chaotic relationship- just like Suzi said, you'll do well.

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A few days of your training you had been tired the hell out, your whole body felt sore- but as Lisa Lisa said that it was normal and that you don't have anything to worry about. The reason why you had been so sore because of how much Caesar and Joseph trained you, they made you do crazy exercises even though you were only a few days of being a beginner. You couldn't complain- you didn't have the guts to say so, what if you come out sounding rude if you did complain? Your body felt like shutting down but your mind pushed you to keep going.

Days went by Caesar and Joseph's training were getting difficult and difficult that you almost had every accident that'll lead you to injuring yourself, you thought that you were doing just fine- your body felt less sore than before but you kept slipping, tripping- you were told you lacked the body balance and that you always needed both of them by your side.

You knew both of the males were doing something on purpose to make you injure yourself- either accidentally bump on you or try to distract you with something, you tried focusing as much as you could but both of the males wouldn't stop. You wanted to complain so bad but you knew that both of them had more experience in hamon training more than you- so you had nothing to do than to be obedient. 

"Y/N Be careful! You might hurt yourself!"

"Signora you need us, without us you don't know what might happen to yourself."

They kept leading you to harm, they kept saying that you don't realize you need them both in your life and safety. Their voices were echoing inside your mind, repeating phrases that you needed them to protect you. You could barely get any good sleep because of it.

One training, one day of training. That day where you finally injured yourself- you had accidentally gave yourself a broken left arm while doing an exercise. You were doing a hand to hand combat with Caesar and he had accidentally bent your arm a little too much, you cried in pain but before tears could filled your eyes- you could see a smirk painted on both of the males faces while they were looking down at you.

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Those faces drove you mad yet scared, why would they be having that expression on their faces while you were in pain? You tried to sleep it off but failed, they both were absolute jerks who entered your life. Never went gentle on you during your first day of training and here you are with a broken left arm with a cast around it.

You had talked to Lisa Lisa about stopping your training, she apologized for the inconvenience of her 'students' and gave you a big amount of cash that you had earned during those training days, it was really a HUGE amount. It really was an unbelievable at first but you were extremely happy. But one thing was running your mind now.

Moving away.

You had a family to visit, you missed them so much- you couldn't remember the last time you saw your parents or how it felt like hugging them one last time before you could move away. You really wanted to see them badly and spend time with them.

You told about Suzi about you moving away, you didn't wanna say this to her about moving away because she's your bestfriend- but yet Suzi insisted you to go on, but you told her that you'd be keeping in touch with her while being far away with each other.

When you told about Caesar and Joseph about moving away.. that was your biggest regret. 

They both had different reactions, Joseph kept pleading you to not go as if he was going to burst into tears if you do, "Y/N Please don't go! Why would you need to see them?! Please don't-"

Caesar was clearly mad, really mad. "You don't know how much danger there is outside, don't you realize that?! You don't have anyone to protect you if you move away, there are vampires out there and you need us to eliminate them!" Caesar yelled at you, Caesar couldn't let you go away at this moment, he had to do something that will make you stay with them.

"If you go, you might end up with another broken arm Y/N."

Your heart felt like it had stopped after hearing those words, fear went under your skin making you shiver through your guts. You had to really get out of this place as quick as possible.

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You were quickly closing your suitcase- your other hand shaking as you were closing it, you could hear the footsteps come closer and closer behind the door, "Come on-  come on!" You gritted your teeth as you were struggling to close the suitcase with one hand. The doorknob turned and opened, revealing Caesar and Joseph standing by.

You had quickly hidden yourself in your closet that were still filled with a pile of old clothes, you kept your breath still and silent even though your heart felt the urge of stopping now. You were so scared, scared to be found in the room, you couldn't imagine what would happen next if they found you in the middle of attempting to escape. You could hear them both argue- they're muffled voices growing louder and louder, then you sensed that they started to search around. It was silent- they didn't seem to fully check your room, you mentally sighed in relief but you couldn't just celebrate this early. You slowly peeked out of the closet- your eyes flickering from left to right, they weren't here so you carefully opened the door and landed down on the floor with your bare feet.

The door to your room was open, you peeked out to see no one in sight, you slowly walked to the hallway silently- your ears were fully on aware for any sound. You reached the stairs and quickly went down- surprisingly yet again no one in sight. Your eyes scanned the whole room but suddenly you heard a familiar voice shouting, thankfully from your training you were fast- you reacted quickly to the voice and hid behind the stairs. 

"Y/NNNNN! Where are youuu?!" The voice you recognize was Joseph's. Your breath was shaking- you were nervous. Have they checked this spot already? Hopefully they did. 

The two males were furious and desperate to find you, they went all searching around immediately after not seeing you in your room- they had thought you already left, but they had a bit of hope that they think you're still here. How smart were they? 

"Y/N Stop playing games and come out!" Another familiar voice you heard, it was Caesar's. Shit, now there's two of them in one room searching for you. You turned your head around to look for something to be a useful escape, but when you turned around you were surprised to be face to face with a hidden door- no doorknob, it was just a simple push.

You looked inside to see there was a chest, a large fitted chest that perfectly fitted the space. You looked inside the chest to see if there was anything inside- to your surprise there wasn't, without any further you hid yourself inside the chest and closed it.

Though you did two mistakes.

One, you left your suitcase near outside from where you're hiding, two- out from all your panic- you did hide successfully, but you forgotten that the door had no door knob, you didn't close it.

It was a long moment of silence- you didn't hear their voices anymore, but in the middle of the silence you heard footsteps- two pair of footsteps coming closer, your chest felt tight, it was getting hard to breathe inside. The footsteps then stopped- it stopped somewhere near you.

You squinted your eyes- hoping this chest wasn't suspicious, but the chest lid opened- revealing bright light and two dark figures standing above you, their faces being the two males you feared. You were found.

"Well there you are! What are you doing here darling?" Joseph smiled and picked you under your arms to raise you up. You looked at him with a terrified expression- you felt like crying right now, "Aw don't cry, what's wrong? Did someone hurt you- tell me!" Joseph wiped the tears falling down from your face.

"Seems like we're done with your little game darling." Caesar elegantly raised your chin high to look at him eye to eye.

Christmas morning, as planned, Bill drove the two of you to the Burrow. He could’ve apparated but you weren’t prepared for that kind of sensation, and as Bill said yesterday his family still didn’t know that you knew about magic.

Bill turned to smile at you as he pulled up outside the rather strange but cosy looking house. “This is your last chance,” he joked. “We can turn around now and save you from all the madness.”

You rolled your eyes and then kissed him gently, his hand going to the back of your neck. “We’re doing this,” you stated when you pulled away. “And we’re going to have a very merry Christmas.”

He laughed but conceded, getting out of the car and then coming to open the door for you too. “They’re all staring out of the windows,” he whispered in your ear as he shut the car door.

Glancing over to the house you realised that Bill was right, you saw his whole family crammed in front of different windows staring at the two of you, but they quickly scattered when they realised they had been caught – apart from two of them, the ones you recognised as Fred and George from Bill’s pictures, they had identical smirks on their faces as you smiled at them.

Bill grabbed the gifts you’d bought out of the boot and then took your hand to lead you to the front door, he didn’t knock as he knew everyone had seen you both already.

Everyone tried to look busy as you both walked in, as if they weren’t all being completely nosey. You scanned the room and saw that it all looked completely normal; no moving pictures like in Bill’s living room, no magical books like Bill’s curse breaking ones that he let you rea, it was clear that they had tried hard to seem like a muggle family.

“Merry Christmas everyone!” Bill announced as he went to put the presents under the tree. “This is Y/N,” he introduced you and went to hang your coat up for you.

“Thank you for having me,” you told Molly, who smiled at you. “It’s really lovely of you to open your home to me on a holiday.”

Molly looked like she was about to cry as she pulled you into a big bear hug. “Oh, it’s so lovely to meet you dear,” she hugged you tighter as she spoke. “I’m so glad Bill has finally brought someone home.”

Bill groaned at the pointed look from his mother and stole you back from her. “I don’t think I gave him much of an option if I’m honest,” you joked, thinking of when you first met Bill.

All of Bill’s siblings now looked intrigued, Ginny dragged you to the sofas and got you to sit down with her. “Tell us everything!”

You laughed, watching Bill come over to sit on the floor in front of you. “Well, I was going for coffee in the middle of one of my lecture breaks and it was so packed in there,” you didn’t miss the confusion on their faces when you mentioned lectures. “Bill was sat at the only table left with a spare seat, reading a really weird book that he’s yet to tell me what it is,” that was a lie, it was a curse breaking book and you loved reading it. “I went over to him and asked if he minded me sitting with him, he said no and so I sat down, it really wasn’t all that exciting.”

Bill turned his head to kiss your palm as you were playing with his hair. “I wasn’t going to say no to a beautiful girl asking to sit opposite me, was I?”

You shrugged but smiled anyway. “You never know, maybe I wasn’t your type.”

It was Ron that laughed and then spoke up. “Yeah, for us wizards a muggle isn’t always our type.”

Everyone gasped at what Ron said, even though you knew hadn’t realised what he’d said you couldn’t help but laugh and so the Bill’s family turned to you with wide eyes. “Yes I know Ron, a muggle isn’t the easiest person to date, especially with that whole statute shit in place.”

The whole room looked shocked whilst Bill looked smug. “She’s known for over a month,” he admitted. “I didn’t want to write it in a letter just in case.”

“I apologise that you all went to such trouble,” you smiled over at Molly as you spoke. “I understand that you all had no choice, and that you are all so accepting of Bill bringing me round because it’s such a big part of yourselves to hide.”

Bill smiled up at you, but Molly was shaking her head. “There is nothing for you to apologise for dear, if Bill has chosen you to be in his life then we want to welcome you.”

Her words made you blush, and Bill rested his head against your leg as everyone fell into comfortable chatter. And you noticed that what was previously a normal seeming living room, now had everything magical bustling about.

As you were taking everything in, you didn’t notice the others moving to get presents and Bill moving to sit next to you on the sofa.

He pulled you into his side, which jolted you out of your thoughts. “When did you get there?”

Chuckling, he passed you all the presents that had your name on them. “It’s present time love.”

You looked down at all the presents in your lap and felt your heart warm. “These are all for me?” you asked in surprise.