Xenomorph

Bubbles

This is another work that was inspired by JCK22's art.

The original concept of the Xenomorph came from an AU art by @CreatureXIII for their RK800 Connor Xenomorph. JCK22 has since made their own interpretation of an RK900 version.

At the end is a cute artwork by @JasminCK3 on Twitter / JCK22 on Instagram / jceekay on Tumblr, if you like their work then please check them out and give them some love!

Gavin laughed as he ran up the sloshing dirt driveway, doing his best not to slip in the mud. He could hear disgruntled screeching and clicking on his heels and the sound of Tiny's claws scrabbling through dirt and splashing in puddles. They'd been out hiking on the mountainside. It was autumn, but still pretty nice out. It wasn't cold yet. At least, it not when it wasn't pouring with rain. They'd been enjoying their adventure, exploring the trees. It wasn't exactly a forest, but it was still a nice walk. They'd headed down the slope and into the trees, exploring and climbing over rocks and fallen branches. Gavin had even made himself a walking stick, though he'd left that behind in their rush to return.

The sky had been grey and clouded over when they'd left the mansion, but he hadn't thought much of it. I should have checked the weather! They'd been out for a good two hours, and then the pattering had started through the trees. Tiny had clicked and sniffed the air, scrabbling up onto his shoulders to bob and duck his head. His clothing gave him better purchase that day. He'd worn jeans and a thick brown hoodie, perfect for Tiny to sink his claws into. He could even curl up and lounge in the hood, though his legs and tail would still stick out. They'd turned around at that point, but it was too late to save them from the downpour. Beneath the trees had been relatively safe, though large droplets had fallen through the branches.

When they'd reached the sloping roadside, it had been absolutely pummelling. A river of muddy water around three inches deep was rushing down the hillside. They'd been soaked through in less than a minute. Gavin led the way, running back up the slope towards the mansion. His hiking boots helped him keep a grip on the gravelly path, but he still slipped in the mud occasionally. It didn't really matter when he fell down. He was soaked to the bone already. He pushed himself up with a curse, the side of his jeans now streaked with thick mud. Tiny hated it. He was clicking and grunting in distress, trying to nip Gavin's heels as he laughed and ran.

"Hey! Don't bite me, you little asshole! Those things are sharp! Agh!" Gavin chided as he continued to run, feeling Tiny's teeth nip his calf through the denim. He didn't bite hard. If he meant it, Gavin was pretty sure he'd lose a leg. Tiny gave a few sulking whines as he stopped and pattered in the dirty water. "Phck, alright! Come here." Gavin placated the small creature as he stopped and opened his arms. Tiny jumped against his chest in a single leap, knocking him back a few steps with the force, though he was pretty light. Gavin sighed as he held Tiny in one arm and lifted his hoodie with the other. Tiny needed no more invitation than that.

Gavin chuckled as he wriggled and squirmed his way inside. His claws were sharp, but it was still almost ticklish as he crawled around in there. Gavin tucked the bottom of his hoodie and cradled Tiny in one arm. He could feed his long tail loop around his waist to hold on. His clawed feet had found purchase on the belted waistline of his jeans, and his small hands had bunched in his T-shirt. With a final wriggle, his small head popped up through the neckline beneath Gavin's chin. Gavin huffed and used his free hand to scritch Tiny's soaked black hair. Tiny nuzzled into it with a mechanical purr as he closed his black and blue eyes and settled against Gavin's collarbone.

"Spoiled little asshole..." Gavin grumbled with affection as he turned back to the slope. The mansion was just a little ahead. Small rivers ran down the glass exterior, which looked black from the outside. It was one-way glass. He knew Chloe would be somewhere near the door waiting for them. She was probably worried about them being out in the storm. There was no lightning yet, but he'd heard a few rumbles of thunder in the distance. It looked like the rain was set to stay for a few hours. Looks like I'll be staying here tonight...It was unlikely Elijah would let him drive back in this weather. The hillside could be dangerous in a storm. The wet earth made the roads slippery, and the pouring rain limited the view of the road. Gavin certainly wasn't going to argue. It wasn't like Elijah was short on room. Gavin even had his own permanent bedroom in the mansion.