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angelicyoongie · 3 months ago

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Abundance (XXIV)

— summary: You never expected that you would end up adopting a hybrid, and if someone had told you that you would end up with seven? Well, you would have thought they were crazy. But here you are, with three different packs of hybrids that don't get along – but all want to stay with you. Yeah, it turns out crazy is an understatement. — pairing: hybrid bts x human f!reader — warnings/content: none — word count: 5.7k

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"You have got to be kidding me."

You slam your phone down with a hiss, rubbing the tense skin between your brows. The number Kim Hajoon gave you sends you right to voicemail and none of the many emails you've sent his way have been given a reply. You've been trying for days to contact him and the three people your whistleblower provided you with – but with no luck. It can't be a coincidence that their names popped up in both of your active cases and it's certainly very suspicious that they all become unreachable simultaneously.

There has to be a connection there, you just don't know where to start.

You slump down in your seat, screwing your eyes shut as you tilt your head back. You need to give this your full focus – you need to figure this out quickly for everyone's sake – but your treacherous mind keeps drifting home at every possible opportunity; filled with thoughts about the canines.

The last few days have been tense.

It was subtle at first, just enough for you to write off as something you imagined with everything else that's going on. You figured that maybe you were just projecting your tension and stress onto everyone else – but no, it became obvious soon enough that wasn't the case.

Namjoon and Hoseok were jealous.

You were overjoyed when you learned that Jimin had done good on his promise and apologized to Taehyung. The afternoon they spent together did wonders for the lingering resentment that Jimin carried with him. You know that the cat hybrid won't be able to change the way he feels overnight and that's not something you expect of him either, but seeing Jimin actually relax in Taehyung's presence made a few tears spring to your eyes. You genuinely didn't know if that day would ever come and at times, you didn't even dare to hope for it.

It was as if the house itself let out a sigh of relief as the last gap between the packs was finally bridged, the air becoming easier to breathe every time Jimin flashed Taehyung a smile that wasn't snarky or strained. But with every fleeting touch or comment shared between the two of them – it was like the dark cloud hanging over Namjoon and Hoseok's heads only grew larger.

The two have acted like Taehyung's shadow over the past few days, always hovering nearby. They've been behaving weirdly possessive, barely letting their youngest packmate interact with any of the other hybrids in the house and making sure to scent Taehyung at every possible moment.

Perhaps you would've found it concerning if it wasn't obvious just how guilty they feel about what they're doing. Namjoon's gaze has been apologetic whenever he's pulled Taehyung away from conversations, his ears flat against his silver hair. Hoseok's tail has been firmly tucked between his legs as he's lured Taehyung away from playing games with Jeongguk and Jimin, a frown constantly tugging at his lips.

You can only assume that Namjoon and Hoseok are feeling insecure about their bond, and horribly so. You've been giving them space to figure it out on their own, not wanting to interfere with something so personal; but at the rate this is going, you're worried it might end up creating an even bigger rift between them.

With the two canines so caught up in their own guilt and insecurity, you don't think they've realized that Taehyung has been acting just as odd. Whenever you all share a meal, the fox hybrid stacks his plate so high with food that you fear it's going to topple over. Hardly any of the food actually goes into his own mouth, his fork constantly hovering near Namjoon or Hoseok's mouth to feed them the abundance of meat he's piled up. Even from across the table, you've been squirming under the intensity of the way Taehyung watches their mouths whenever they take the bite he offers them, something pleased and hungry in his gaze. Not only that, but the fox hybrid has been absolutely preening from their undivided attention, happily following along whenever his hyungs drag him off to their den for another scenting session. He's been taking full advantage of their sudden clinginess, constantly asking for cuddles or hanging off either of their backs.

From the knowing, sad, looks you've seen passed around in the other packs, it's clear to everyone but the canines that they're reaching a point they can't return from. The feelings they've been hiding are going to come to the surface soon, for better or for worse. Your only hope is that when the time comes; they will finally be brave enough to confess how they really feel.

You spring forward in your chair as a soft knock sounds at your door.

"Yes?" You call out.

"It's me," Soohyun opens the door enough to slip in. You can already tell from the disappointed scrunch of her brow that she didn't have any more luck than you did trying to contact Hajoon and the others.

"I'm guessing you had no luck either?"

"No," Soohyun shakes her head. "It's like they've all fallen off the face of the earth! I'll keep trying and I do have a few contacts in law enforcement that I can ask for help, but you know it's very limited what we can legally do to get ahold of someone."

"Right," You sigh, offering her a weak smile, "Thank you for trying. Even if we can't reach them directly, there has to be someone out there who knows something."

"I'll let you know the moment I get any updates," Soohyun promises.

She pouts as she notices how exhausted you look, "Would you hate the world a little less if I go bring us some coffee and pastries from the bakery across the road?"

"Yes. I think something filled with chocolate would make me so full of love that I'd even propose to you for being ever so kind," You give her your best imitation of Taehyung's puppy eyes, batting your eyelashes for extra effect.

Soohyun rolls her eyes, laughing as she opens the door and says, "Careful, Y/n. You shouldn't be throwing out love declarations so recklessly. I don't think your housemates would appreciate it."

You feel yourself flush as she throws a knowing look at your throat, the area not so inconspicuously covered up by yet another scarf. The hickies hidden there pulse under Soohyun's gaze and you have to resist touching your neck to make sure that none of them are showing.

"Please go," You groan, waving a giggling Soohyun out of your office.

There may be weird tension at home but that hasn't stopped any of them from making sure that you're properly scented and marked every day. It has just made things a little more.. complicated.

You rub your face, shaking off any thoughts of the boys as you throw the phone at your desk another glance. You pick it up with a grimace, typing in the first of the four numbers you now know by heart.

Maybe they'll pick up this time.

Only a few more days pass before it becomes glaringly obvious that the canines can't postpone their talk anymore.

You're snuggled up on the couch with Hoseok and Taehyung, the latter resting his head in your lap as you mindlessly play with his orange locks. The dog hybrid has tucked himself into your neck, barely keeping an eye on the TV as he breathes in your lovely, fresh scent. You've only been home for an hour, all too ready to just relax on the couch for the rest of the evening (and the whole weekend, if you can manage) when Yoongi walks into the room, freezes, and sputters, "Shit, it smells like pre-rut in here."

"What?" You look at him with wide eyes, feeling Taehyung stiffen under your touch.

Yoongi scrunches his nose, his puffed-up tail swishing behind him as he says, "Actually, it doesn't just smell, it reeks."

Hoseok leans back just as Taehyung scrambles up from your lap, the two of them staring at each other dumbfounded. Taehyung tucks his tail around his waist, gnawing at his lip as he asks, "But hyung, aren't we a month away from our rut?"

The dog hybrid's ears are pulled back, his expression clearly panicked as his gaze jumps around the room. "We should be, I– I don't know! I have been feeling a little off lately but I thought it was– uhm, something else."

Hoseok is spared any further explanation as Namjoon walks into the room, a tray of drinks and snacks in his hands. He pauses next to Yoongi as he takes in the sudden distress on his packmates' faces, something that wasn't there just a few minutes ago.

"What's going on?" The low rumble attached to Namjoon's words makes your hair stand on end, his posture screaming defense as his eyes sweep across the room.

"Calm down, big guy," Yoongi rolls his eyes. He takes a step closer to Namjoon, just enough to properly single his scent out from the heavy smell in the living room. He recoils back just as fast, hand covering his nose as he says, "Yeah, that's definitely pre-rut."

"Pre-rut?" Namjoon echoes, his expression just as surprised as the other two. The wolf hybrid's tail slowly begins to tuck between his legs as he thinks, the explanation behind his sudden possessiveness and excessive jealousy suddenly making a lot of sense.

Yoongi swoops in to grab the tray as Namjoon's hands begin to shake, seemingly holding his breath as he walks over to deposit it on the coffee table. Yoongi gives you a look, one that says you know what to do, before he turns with a shake of his head and hurries out of the room.

Judging by their reactions alone, it's clear that none of the boys had noticed it creeping up on them early. It makes sense, you think, considering how preoccupied they seemed with their own feelings. It would be easy to blame any strong emotions on being worried about their bond and not because their ruts were approaching a month too soon.

But, even if they're not ready for it, it seems that time has run out for them.

"Guys.." You clear your throat, "I think you need to have a serious conversation about your bond. It's not really my place to say, but I don't think it'll be healthy for you to go through your ruts without doing that first."

You push yourself off the couch, giving them some space. "Would you like me to stay, or do you want some privacy to talk it out alone?"

"Stay," Hoseok shares a look with his packmates, wringing his hands in his lap as he says, "You might as well hear all of it. There's some things you deserve to know about."

"Okay," You nod, giving them what you hope is a soft, comforting smile, "Should we go to your room? It might be more comfortable to do it there."

You doubt that any of the other packs would venture out to the living room right now with how heavily saturated it is with the canines' scent, but it's probably better to just eliminate that chance altogether. They deserve some peace and quiet for the no doubt difficult conversation they're about to have.

You gently usher them to their room as they all agree, keeping a steady hand on Namjoon's back to move the alpha along. He's dragging his feet along the floor, slowing himself down as much as possible to prolong the inevitable. His head is ducked as you enter their room, his tail pressed firmly between his legs as he takes a seat on the end of the bed. Taehyung takes the spot next to him, leaving space for you and Hoseok at the head of it.

The silence that settles over the room is deafening. They all keep their eyes glued to different sides of the room, their anxiety and fear so strong you don't even have to be a hybrid to be able to pick up on it.

You notice Namjoon's fingers twisting into the fabric of his trousers, his knuckles white from the pressure. His ears have been half-pulled back since he entered the room but now they're flat with his hair, pressed against his skull. Namjoon screws his eyes shut as a rattling breath leaves his lips, the seal he had put on his feelings finally cracking under the pressure it's been under for so many years.

His expression crumbles as he curls in on himself, hands covering his face as he whimpers, "I'm so sorry I couldn't keep my promise."

"Hyung," Taehyung lets out a teary whine as he crawls over to Namjoon's side. He wraps himself around the wolf hybrid's back, rubbing his nose against the back of his neck in an attempt to soothe him.

"What do you mean?" You delicately ask.

"I can't keep pretending that I'm fine, that my f-feelings aren't there," Namjoon stutters over another whimper. "I know that it was necessary in the beginning, I was fine with staying friends and I respected the decision we made – our.. our promise. We had enough on our plate with becoming a pack and trying to stay afloat in the horrible homes we got adopted into."

The wolf hybrid lets out a shuddering breath, his body so small in Taehyung's embrace as he meekly continues, "Our instincts had us stuck in fight mode for so long that there was no room for anything else. But ever since we returned to the shelter and Y/n brought us home, gave us a safe space, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it – how much I want something more from our bond. I can't keep pushing my feelings away anymore, even if they're wrong. I just want to love you. Properly. Wholly, as mates."

Your lips wobble at how utterly distraught Namjoon looks. He appears crushed at his own confession, like he tried his best to pretend he hasn't been in love with his packmates for years; like he really thought he would be able to bury those feelings forever and never talk about them again.

"Joonie hyung," Taehyung murmurs, plastering himself so tight to Namjoon that it looks like he's trying to merge them together. Like he might be able to take some of Namjoon's pain away if he just gets a little closer.

You glance over at Hoseok as you hear him let out a sniffle, a tear running down his cheek before he reaches up to wipe it away. Your heart clenches at the devastated expression on his face, his gaze pained as he watches Taehyung comfort Namjoon.

You offer him your hand for some silent comfort and the dog hybrid latches on to it immediately, his grasp tight around your fingers.

"It's my fault you've both been hurting so much, I'm so sorry," Hoseok whispers brokenly. "You both respected my wishes and allowed me to heal and grow at my own pace. I– I can't thank you enough for that."

"I was too much of a coward to bring this conversation up again even though I knew it was my responsibility – that you were waiting for me to be ready. It should have happened a long time ago, I was just.. scared. I couldn't help but think that maybe your feelings had changed, that I had waited too long and you both had moved on."

You squeeze Hoseok's hand as he adverts his eyes, the dog hybrid blinking away the tears clouding his vision. You long to pull all three of them into your arms and soothe their hurt, but you know that the only remedy for their wounds is each other.

"No, hyung!" Taehyung gasps, his protest accompanied by Namjoon's panicked, "Never!"

"You had all right to. I did hold you both back, I robbed you of years you could have spent as mates if it wasn't for me," Hoseok lets out a sad sound, his torn gaze turning to you as he explains, "My file didn't mention this because the shelter thought it would make me look aggressive and un-adoptable, but the truth is that I was used in fighting rings."

Hoseok's grasp around your hand grows tighter as if he's afraid the confession might make you run away.

He gives a sour, humorless chuckle as he gestures to his ears and tail, "As you can tell, my breed isn't exactly fighting material. They didn't care about that though, they just needed someone who would lose easily. And I did – in the beginning. Eventually, I got so tired and angry of being beaten up day after day that I started fighting back; I had picked up enough that it was easy to land a few punches here and there when I needed to."

Your blood feels like it has turned to ice, your pulse thundering in your ears. Fighting rings?

"They didn't like that, though. I was supposed to lose, to be an easy win that would give them money, and getting good at defeating those they pitted against me wasn't part of that deal. So they tried to get rid of me – they almost succeeded too."

Hoseok leads your intertwined hands to the edge of his shirt, the tips of his fingers curling around the hem. He hesitates as he goes to lift it, his ears flattening against his head as he lets out a shuddering breath.

"It's okay, Hoseok," You reassure him, "You don't have to do anything you don't want to."

"No, I–" The dog hybrid swallows thickly, "I trust you. I want to show you, it's just.. difficult."

"Okay," You murmur, squeezing his hand, "Take your time, there's no rush."

Hoseok seems to become lost in his own thoughts for a moment, his chest expanding and deflating with a few deep breaths. He eventually turns his head to the side, adverting his eyes to the floor as he finally pulls his shirt up, exposing the side of his stomach to the room.

You can't help the horrified gasp you let out as you take in the deep scars running up and down his abdomen, the healed wounds white and raised against his tan skin.

"Hoseok.." Your voice trembles as you utter his name, heartbroken over all of the pain he must have endured in the past all by himself.

The dog hybrid carefully pulls down his shirt again, covering his scars from view. He gently squeezes your hand in return, just enough to get your gaze to meet his as he flashes you a strained smile.

"Luckily for me, one of the workers at the shelter had been tipped off and found me before it was too late. It... well, it took a long time before I was able to trust anyone, before Joon and Tae were able to break down my walls. They made me feel normal again, like my past didn't define me. I wanted to become mates even before our first attempted adoption, but the string of terrible people who tried to take us home just built my guard higher and higher. It made me realize that I wasn't emotionally or mentally ready for it yet – so they agreed to wait until our situation was better. Until we all felt safe."

You swallow around the heavy lump in your throat, too stunned to formulate a reply. You never expected that Hoseok would have this kind of past. That he's still such a bright and cheery hybrid despite all the abuse he went through. You can't even imagine the amount of strength and resilience Hoseok has to escape a situation like that and still be able to open himself up to others afterward.

"It didn't take long for us to settle in here, despite the uh, disagreements we had at first. I've been ready for a while to take our relationship a step further, but I just couldn't make myself do it. I'm so sorry I let my fear hurt you," Hoseok whimpers as his eyes flicker over to his pack, his ears flat against his head.

"Stop apologizing, Hoseok," Namjoon lets out a strangled growl. "You have nothing to be sorry for."

Taehyung gently pulls away from Namjoon's back, his tail swishing nervously as he repositions himself on the bed. He looks at both of his hyungs, his expression so earnest and filled with admiration that it's no surprise when he blurts, "I love you both."

His cheeks turn rosy as he fiddles with his fingers, "I was more than happy waiting for you hyung, but I need to say it just once. I want to mate you. Both of you. I've been dreaming about it for years."

"Tae," The tight grip Hoseok has around your fingers goes lax at Taehyung's confession. His lips part in surprise, a little hope brimming in his eyes as he only finds honesty on his packmate's face.

You see Namjoon reach up to discreetly wipe his eyes, a beautiful smile blooming on his lips as he's finally allowed to say, "I love you too, Taehyung-ah. And I love you, Hoseok."

He rests one of his hands on his chest, covering his heart. "I love you both so much that it hurts sometimes, but it's a pain that I gladly accept. It's a reminder of how much you mean to me. I still want to be your mate, nothing has ever changed for me."

"Okay," Hoseok whispers.

He takes a deep breath, squaring his shoulders to look them both in the eye as he softly says, "Then, please be my mates? I love you both too much for our pack to only be platonic. I don't want to miss out on anything anymore – I want everything with you."

You give the dog hybrid's hand a final squeeze before you let him go, happy tears clinging to your lashes as you watch him move down the bed toward his pack. Taehyung throws himself into Hoseok's arms the moment he's close enough, digging his nose into his hyung's neck to scent him properly. He lets out a purr as Hoseok scents him back, his orange tail swishing happily behind his back as he's drenched in one of his mates' scents. The fox hybrid eventually leans back to cup Hoseok's cheeks, his eyes sparkling as he asks, "Can I kiss you, hyung?"

Hoseok immediately ducks down to capture Taehyung's lips with his own. His tail wags as he presses sweet kisses to the fox hybrid's mouth, overjoyed that they're finally sharing something real. The few pecks the pack usually shared during ruts were restrained and careful, never lingering for too long. But now – now they have free reign to show their love as much as they want.

It's the blur of a gray tail moving back and forth that makes you glance over at Namjoon, the alpha looking positively overwhelmed with fondness as he watches his two packmates kiss. He can't stop himself from reaching out for them, running his fingers through their hair or down their backs as he leaves behind a trace of his own scent, letting it intermingle with theirs.

Taehyung purrs louder as he senses Namjoon. He detaches his lips from Hoseok's with a wet pop, his pupils blown wide as he turns to face his alpha.

"Hyung," He says coyly, grabbing Namjoon's arm to pull him into the spot in front of Hoseok. "I want to see my hyungs kiss."

It's almost as if Namjoon has been waiting for permission to finally let go, his last string of self-restraint snapping as he surges forward to slot his mouth with Hoseok's. The dog hybrid makes a pleased sound as their lips meet, his hands wrapping around Namjoon's neck to pull him closer. Hoseok cards his fingers through the long strands, using it for leverage to slow or speed up the kiss as he wishes. The alpha melts into it, completely pliant as he runs his hands over Hoseok's body, content to finally have his packmate in his embrace.

You feel your cheeks flush as you watch them, your fingers picking awkwardly at your trousers as you wonder if it's time to go. While their intentions were sweet by inviting you, it feels like you're intruding on a moment that should be private. It doesn't matter if you wait a few hours before you bring up their rut again. Your heart feels like it can burst from the relief and joy you feel at finally seeing them all together; after all, the boys have been pining over each other for years and they finally just found out that it's reciprocated, so you don't blame them in the slightest for being a little caught up in each other. And you want them to be, they deserve that.

They also deserve to experience this alone, without the prying eyes of a human that doesn't fully understand what it means to go from a platonic to a romantically involved pack.

Just as your eyes glide over to the door, your feet moving to push off the bed, you find yourself caged in by Taehyung, the fox hybrid blocking your exit. He shakes his head as if he knows what you're thinking, grabbing your hands firmly in his.

He runs his thumbs across your knuckles, his eyes twinkling under his long lashes as he shyly ducks his head and says, "I really like you too, Y/n. I know our relationship is newer and that you entered it knowing what we all want from it down the road, but I just want to say that I can't wait for the day that you're our mate too. Being like this is more than enough for now, we'll wait however long it takes until you feel ready, but I just wanted you to know that it's something we want. Desperately."

Hearing Hoseok let out an affirmative sound, you glance over Taehyung's shoulder. There's a happy flush spread across the top of the dog hybrid's cheeks, his lips kissed red. He mindlessly rubs the back of Namjoon's neck, the alpha leaning into his touch as they both look at you.

"Tae is right," Hoseok smiles, "We really do like you a lot, Y/n."

"We do," Namjoon confirms, a deep content rumble sounding from his chest, "We're not saying this to rush anything, we just want you to know."

"Thank you," You give them all a fond look, your heart racing from their thoughtful reassurance and declaration. "I really like all of you, too."

You grin as you see three tails picking up speed. Feeling a gentle peck against your knuckles, you look back at Taehyung. The fox hybrid rubs his face against your skin, turning your hands to allow him easier access to your wrists. He sniffs loudly as he inhales your scent, happy little yips leaving his mouth as he drinks it all in.

While it's sweet that Taehyung enjoys your scent that much, you can't help but notice that the flush in his face is beginning to look a little too intense for it just to be shyness; his hands feeling abnormally warm around yours.

"Tae," You squeeze his fingers, "It feels like you're slowly heating up, so we really do need to talk about your rut before it progresses too much."

The fox hybrid lets out a petulant whine, nipping at your skin to show his displeasure.

"Come here, pup," Namjoon grabs Taehyung around the middle, sliding him back on the bed until he's pressed against the wolf hybrid's chest.

Taehyung grumbles under his breath, his ears flicking back with annoyance from being separated from you. It isn't until Namjoon runs his nose along Taehyung's throat, scenting him, that he calms down. The fox hybrid melts in Namjoon's arms as the alpha uses his fingers to turn his jaw, pressing their lips together. Taehyung looks dazed, almost awestruck, when Namjoon finally pulls away.

"You're right," The wolf hybrid says, rubbing his cheek against Taehyung's, "We do need to talk about it."

"How, uhm, how do you want to do it? I know we've talked about me helping you before, but maybe it would be best for you to experience this one alone as mates first?"

"No," Hoseok's voice is firm, the corner of his lip tugged down in displeasure. "We want you to be there – to join us."

"It would feel incomplete without you," Taehyung pouts, his gaze still clear despite the obvious signs of rut setting in.

"You're part of our pack too," Namjoon adds, flashing you a smile that shows off his dimples, "It wouldn't feel right to do it alone. Our instincts would never settle knowing you're so close but so far out of reach; and I don't think our hearts would, either."

Your stomach flutters with anticipation, your heart racing at the past memories that bubble up to the surface. Since you have spent one rut with Jeongguk and Seokjin you somewhat know what to expect, but you also know that the boys are very different and their dynamics during their rut will likely be that way too. You're spending it with only predators this time around, so while you don't know for sure, you suspect that it might play out a little differently anyway.

"If you're sure, then yes. I would love to spend your rut with you," You smile back. "How long do you have left until it sets in? Do you need me to go out and pick up anything?"

Your mind is already running a mile a minute, trying to make a list of everything you need to get done. You have to tell the other boys, for starters. You do suspect they already know, but it doesn't hurt to have a little chat with them. After such a busy week, it would be nice to spend some time with them before you're locked away for the rest of the weekend. Though you suppose you're lucky this time, there's at least no need for awkward phone calls to Soohyun to make her rearrange your schedule and take time off work.

"Don't leave," You startle at the growl in Namjoon's voice, the wolf hybrid looking just as shocked at the sound he let out.

He awkwardly clears his throat, giving you a bashful smile as he says, "I mean– Please don't leave the house. I don't think my protective instincts could handle it right now and I'm not exactly in the, uh, soundest of minds to join you outside."

"Of course, Joon, I won't go anywhere," You promise. You have to stifle back a giggle at how cute he looks, his shoulders visibly slumping with relief from your agreement.

Hoseok slips off the bed, offering you a hand to easily pull you up on your feet. He cups your face with his other hand, running his thumb across your cheek as he smiles apologetically and says, "It'll hit tomorrow morning, most likely. But you should sleep here tonight just in case, if that's alright with you. The strong reactions we've had so far today make me think it might set in a little faster."

"That's not a problem at all," You reassure him. "I know we all planned to have a big dinner together today, but you don't have to join if you'd rather spend some time together alone or if it feels like too much with your instincts. I can always bring you some food here."

Hoseok shoots a quick glance over your shoulder, "We'll join you. Probably not for long because we know we smell, but Seokjin hyung has been raving about all of the food he and Yoongi hyung were going to prepare so it feels like a shame to miss out on it. You can spend your evening as normal, just don't forget about us when night comes, yeah?" He grins.

You gently shove his shoulder, "I would never."

"Good," He ducks down, pressing his lips against yours in a fleeting kiss, "You should hurry out. I can hear Jeongguk pacing around outside the door. The poor bun must have made tracks in the carpet by now."

"I'll see all of you in a bit then," You squeeze Hoseok's hand before you turn to leave the room, letting out a laugh as you see Namjoon and Taehyung lined up neatly beside the bed, both waiting for their own kiss before you go. You readily comply, your heart skipping a beat at how sweet they are.

You soon find yourself closing the door to the canines' room behind you, jittery energy thrumming under your skin. You've barely taken a step before you're tugged against a firm chest, strong arms wrapping around your waist. Letting out a surprised noise, you tilt your head back, just enough to look Jeongguk in the eye.

"Noona," He whines. "Yoongi hyung told me what happened. Are you going to join them?"

"Yeah," You pat his chest, flashing him a smile as he pouts, "It would only be right, wouldn't it? Considering I joined you and Seokjin first."

"I know," He nods, his pout persisting. "Doesn't mean I'm not going to miss you though."

"I know," You echo, "I'll miss you too."

You reach up to card your fingers through his hair, embracing him easily as he tucks his face into your neck. The long inhale he takes of your scent abruptly cuts off, his arms going slack around your waist.

You hurriedly take a step back as he lets out a choked sound, his wide eyes meeting yours as you put some distance between you.

"Are you okay?" You ask, checking him over for anything that might be wrong.

Jeongguk's ears are standing straight up on his head, his nose scrunched up as he stares at your neck. "Wow," He says, "Yoongi hyung was right. They really do smell."

You rub your forehead with a sigh, hiding your smile as Jeongguk waves his hand in front of his nose.

You have a feeling dinner is going to be an interesting affair, to say the least.

a/n: hi!! i'm so excited to finally be back with a new abundance chapter 🥹 the canines finally had their much overdue talk and our mc seems to have hit a roadblock in her case. i would love to know what you think and if you have any theories about what will happen next! 💖

#hybrid bts #bts x reader #ot7 x reader #hybrid!bts #hybrid au #hybrid namjoon #hybrid taehyung #hybrid yoongi #hybrid hoseok #hybrid jimin #hybrid jungkook #hybrid seokjin

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yunjiluvr · 1 month ago

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‧₊˚ Adopting a puppy hybrid is not easy…⋆.*ೃ✧ #1

g!p puppy!yunjin x fem!reader

just some random scenarios n stuff with jen as your puppy hybrid :p

cw in this series: smut, g!p, unprotected sex, jen calls reader mommy, mentions of pregnancy, knotting, breeding, dubcon, size kink, squirting, pussy drunk jen, blowjob, face fucking, bondage

yunjin / reader

Adopting a puppy hybrid is not easy.

Especially when the puppy is as naughty and mischievous as yours.

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When the puppy needs you while you’re making dinner:

The meal you were cooking for dinner was left to get cold in a pan untouched on the stove, which thankfully, you had already turned off. Somehow your puppy thought it would be okay to have some “fun” with you while you were in the middle of cooking. Next thing you know, the dumb little thing is tugging at your shirt while rutting her clothed bulge against your soft ass and muttering filthy things into her mommy’s ear. Things quickly led to another and you found yourself so lost in pleasure that you completely forgot what you were doing before Yunjin came to bother you.

“Yunjin, puppy… I s-said no…”

*plop* *plop* *plop*

Yunjin doesn’t care. She never cares if you want it or not. When your puppy needs something, she’s going to get it. If she wants to strip you completely of your apron and clothes and pin you up against the kitchen island as her swollen knot breaches the entrance of your leaking hole, then she will.

And that is what she's doing.

“But mommyyy, you feel so good and warm. A-And I can’t stop now… Gotta give you my pups.”

The whiny little thing’s thighs shook as your cunt clenched down on her. Her taller frame was trapping you against the countertop with her right arm wrapped around your waist holding you still, and her left hand around your hickey-covered neck. She had you panting softly as a small puddle of your slick pooled onto the kitchen’s tiled floor beneath you. Yunjin’s fat puppy cock stretched your hole so good it had you drooling and seeing stars. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes when you felt the thick head of her dick press up against your cervix repeatedly. The big cock created a small bulge in your slim tummy, making your head go fuzzy. Your body went limp in her arms, and Yunjin was just using you as her fleshlight at this point.

You shouldn’t have let her use you when she was in rut, because now she can’t get enough of you. It’s not her fault she needs to feel your warm and tight pussy around her aching cock at all times! It’s not her fault all her dumb puppy brain tells her to do is fuck her seed all into your tummy until you get pregnant!

Yunjin was panting next your ear, babbling about how good you felt and how she wanted to make you a real mommy. Your head clouded at the mere thought of her getting you pregnant. Your thoughts were pushed away once you felt her plump knot pop into your slick hole. Yunjn let out a loud moan and you felt her knot swell followed by a series of warm liquid shoot into your womb. She moaned helplessly and buried her face into your neck while rubbing your clit, trying to help you reach your high.

The stimulation caused the tension in your stomach to snap, and you mewled and pathetically came all over your puppy’s dick. Your eyes squeezed shut as your body convulsed against hers. Yunjin’s hand on your clit never slowed however, and you easily went into overstimulation, making the tears in your eyes finally fall. It all felt too good.

“Puppy please… fuck… it’s too much.”

Even though your voice was weak and quiet, Yunjin heard you loud and clear. She still wanted nothing more than to make her mommy feel so good that she can’t think straight, so she ignored your pleas and began to rut into you once more. Your breath hitched as Yunjin’s knot pushed deeper into your sensitive cunt, causing you to shake as you squirted all over her. You remained limp and wrapped in her arms until you came down from your high. Yunjin’s knot eventually went away, but she refused to let you go.

Another hour or so passed of her breeding and knotting you all over the kitchen counter, making you plead for a break, but Yunjin insisted that she continue until she’s sure you’ll get pregnant with every single one of her pups :(

ngl this was kinda bad but I’m still tryna get back into the groove iykwim😭

#le sserafim imagines #le sserafim smut #le sserafim x reader #huh yunjin smut #huh yunjin x reader

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docdudo · 2 months ago

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Hi!! I want to start by saying I absolutely love your writing! It’s great writing and is pretty good for me to understand (English isn’t my first language).

I just wanted to ask, How do you think poly hybrid 141 would react to adopted reader getting sick?? And I mean really sick, like a good case of the flu that takes a whole week, like 7 days and antibiotics to go away??

I could see them being so worried and stressed, taking her to doctors and everything because they get better in 24-48 hours with their fancy strong immune systems! I also wonder if adopted reader would be confused by going to the doctors, because if anything happend while in previous foster homes, she was told to just figure it out and get better on her own.

You are right about one thing: hybrids have a better immune system than humans do!

Humans are considered weak and frail in every sense of the word. That includes their health. In fact, a human's health is so discussed that specialists from other races all study the human body constantly so they would be able to treat one, would they ever needed it.

(Because of the lack of total humans on this universe, it's rare to find a human doctor, for example. So, other races have to cover for them in a lot of different fields. There are programs and organizations in this world that entierelly foucused on making sure the few humans that exist would get the care they need. So, for example, if you are a doctor and also specialize on taking care of humans beside some other race, you would probably be paid more by the governement).

Now, little reader getting sick? Like, really sick? Yeah, that house is turning upside down. As hybrids, the whole 141 pride themselves on being good caretakers and providers. They also know how much more frail humans are compared to them.

But know is different from experiencing.

Little reader would start off with the typical signs of the flu. Stuffy nose, throat a bit sore, a sluggish body. All that. But, as we all know, it's very quick for sickness to develop. And in the spam of a night, little reader is waking up with a high fever and a weak, useless body.

The 141 would notice almost immediatly. They can smell how sick you are, even from your room. That weird, almost sour smell that we can usually smell when we blow our nose.

Before you know it, you would probably be in Price's or Soap's arms, surronded by their warmth, hearing their cooed words that make zero to almost no sense to your sick and hazy mind.

And at first, they are very much panicking. They are calling the rest of their pack while cooing and conforting you, Laswell being the one to tell them to immediatly take you to the doctor.

And they do, everyone going on the car together, because if one of them had anything to do that day, it's immediatly getting canceled. They would still hold you close, on their laps, and every single one of them are cooing quietly at you. Even Ghost. Tho his "cooing" sounds more like his normal voice, just extra quiet and gentler than usual.

And it's true, you're not that used to going to the doctor. You usually never get that sick, and as a foster kid, it just doesn't happen often.

But, you were feeling pretty hazy, mind clouded and feverish. You barely remember going that first time to the doctor with them.

You barely remember the kind doctor that was trying his best to easy your foster parents' worries, and all the examination he did on you, even if you couldnt cooperate much with how confused you were.

You certainly got treated at the hospital and monitored until your fever came down a bit. After that, they send you back home with your parents, who had gotten a lot of new instructions and medicines to properly take care of you at home.

You took almost a full week to finally start getting better.

They would't let you sleep in your room anymore, since you got sick, you had been sleeping on their shared nest, with them. They would constantly check on your breathing and heartbeats, and would even feed you themselves and make sure you were plenty hydrated.

And even after you got better, they would still be extra careful and overbearing for a little while longer.

You can be sure that they would be taking extra measures now so that you never get sick again.

#cod #cod mw2 #dad!gaz #dad!ghost #dad!price #dad!soap #dragon!price #foster child!reader #harpy!gaz #hybrid 141 #wraith!ghost #werewolf!soap #poly!141 #poly141

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jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue · 1 year ago

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What if... the CEOs were hybrids? Bonus chapter | BTS OT7 au

Welcome to the prequel, I cannot believe how long it's taken me to update this story I really hope you enjoy this <3 (the gif makes me think of the 6 in their office waiting for MC, but Yoongi’s hiding her in his office 🤣) Warnings: menstrual cycle stuff, hormones, possessiveness

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Hybrids: KNJ - Wolf, KSJ - Bear, MYG - Panther, JHS - Lion, PJM - Arctic fox, KTH - Tiger, JJK - Bunny.

“Kitten if you keep pouting so hard you’ll look like a fish,” Yoongi teases without looking up from his paperwork.

“I’m not pouting,” you deny wearing the proverbial pout.

Hoseok snickers, covering it with a weak cough when you glare at him for a second, turning back to Yoongi with your arms crossed.

“Flower you need to look in the mirror,” Taehyung says deeper than usual, making your heart flutter momentarily, the sound makes him smile, but you avoid his gaze.

“Hyung stop being mean or you’ll cloud my sunshine,” Hobi pretends to berate the panther hybrid, all of their tails swishing in the air enthusiastically as you get more riled up.

You were in the main CEO office with three big cat hybrids, most people would stand guard or scared, Yoongi thought, but of course his kitten would stand defiantly in between them with no ounce of fear.

“Just admit you did it on purpose Min Yoongi,” your pout was getting more pronounced at the accusation, a big cute frown on your face that makes Yoongi bite his lips to stop smiling but he fails.

Hoseok and Tae laugh behind their hands or paperwork, both of them clearing their throats and schooling their features before you turn on them.

“What exactly did I do wrong, kitten?” Yoongi asks with a dare in his eyes, a lot of people thought you both didn’t get on but they were wrong. Yes, you both argued and disagreed with each other without care about who was watching but it was only play-fighting, and Yoongi did it on purpose to see his kitten’s claws. Who else in the company would dare confront him like this with his full name on their lips in that demeanour.

“I emailed you my report because you asked for a digital copy AND YOU CHANGED THE FONT!”

Hoseok and Taehyung both clasp their hands over their mouths as the giggles escape, you eye them both distastefully, narrowed gaze piercing them.

“And what’s the problem?” Yoongi smirks, oh you wanted to wipe that smug look off his face.

You groan exasperatedly, huffing loudly which only makes his grin wider. How he loved playing with his kitten, any piece of string he dangled in front of you sent you running in circles with him and he always loved the sight.

“Why did you change it?” The pout is back.

“You’re pouting again Kitten,” Yoongi sighs, “stop it.”

You only pout harder, looking at him like a child being told off but not backing down.

“I’m not pouting,” you argue, and your tone tickles him. For your own safety you needed to be more aware of your facial muscles, or did you not realise every time you purse your lips like that you were just asking to be kissed, and Yoongi was not a gentleman, how long did you expect him to resist?

“Hyung,” Taehyung whines, copying your expression exaggeratedly. “I can’t believe you changed the font on flower’s hard work.”

“How could you?” Hoseok joins in, adopting a childish tone in his voice as he pouts extra hard.

The fake support only makes you glare at them, they sounded ridiculous as they struggled to keep their composure. Yoongi doesn’t hold back his soft laughter, the sound cooling your anger a little.

“You’re not funny,” you say to the duo, watching both their tails swish behind them as they mock you.

“I disagree,” Tae chuckles.

“We’re hilarious sunshine,” Hoseok chimes in, “and Yoongi hyung was right, you are pouting.”

“That is beside the point,” you disregard them, “the point is Min Yoongi disrespected my work.”

“I changed the font Kitten, I didn’t insult it,” he rolls his eyes but the smirk doesn’t disappear.

“Helvetica is an insult,” you mumble, walking away with a stomp in your step. The three cat hybrids start to petulantly whine and complain as you leave, begging for you to stay.

“Kitten, I’ll change it back,” Yoongi calls after you.

“Flower come back,” Taehyung whines.

“Sunshine we were joking!”

But your only response was the slam of the office door.

“No one tell Namjoon.”

“Hyung you were pushing it,” Hoseok berates him gently, “or did you not scent the change yet?”

“Of course I did, it’s my favourite time to play with Kitten,” Yoongi admits. “She’s extra volatile this time of month.”

Taehyung shakes his head in disbelief, “Hyung you’re sadistic.”

Hoseok just stares at the panther with a knowing look. Min Yoongi could pretend all he wanted, but the man was soft for you and your attention.

—

Did their hybrid ears deceive them, or was that your heart pumping out of pace as you stared up at Jin with a spaced out look. The bear hybrid was devastatingly handsome, the whole company knew it, even you weren’t immune to it.

“Angel, are you listening to what Hyung is saying?” Jimin calls you out with a smirk.

“Huh,” you take a second to snap out of it, meeting the knowing look in Jimin’s eyes before you feel your cheeks burn. “Yep.”

It sounds like a squeak as you turn back to the file Jin was holding, trying to read the words on the page but you can’t make out a single sentence. You hear him chuckle beside you, wishing the floor would swallow you whole to escape the sudden embarrassment you felt.

“Beautiful girl, are you feeling okay?” Jin asks with a grin, bathing in the sight of you becoming flustered.

“Flower,” Taehyung stands from his desk with mock worry on his face, taking your hands in his as he stares you down, “your heart rate just skyrocketed, are you okay?”

Jimin and Jungkook push Jin out of the way, the trio surrounding you as they voice their concern over your health, making you want Hell to open up and take you if it meant you could escape this.

“Ya!” Even Jin couldn’t save you now, he may have been the oldest but when the maknaes wanted something they’d get it. He sighs, shaking his head as you fight for words against their attack.

“You don’t have a temperature,” Jungkook mutters with a pout, the back of his hand pressed to your forehead.

“This is serious,” Jimin contemplates, his hands on your cheeks as he looks into your eyes, “there’s no reason for angel’s heart rate to shoot up out of nowhere,” he fights the smirk but you can hear it in his voice, he knows exactly why you were like this, damn their hybrid senses.

“Bunny, are you sure you don’t have a heart condition?”

“Should we book an appointment with the company doctor,” Taehyung says to the two, his acting skills better than them by far, even you were almost convinced it would be a good idea.

“This isn’t the first time it’s happened Bunny, what if it’s something serious?” Jungkook teases, unable to stop the grin on his face.

“Has no one else picked up on it Angel?” Jimin asks innocently before his eyes change again, a cheshire cat smile on the fox’s face forming without restraint. “It only ever happens with us.”

Your whole head feels like it’s on fire, the open mouth of shock pressing shut with annoyance.

“Maybe I’m allergic to you guys,” you say through gritted teeth, making the boys gasp in outrage at the idea.

—

It hurt like a bitch, like little fists were punching you from the inside out and all you could do was grit your teeth and take painkillers, which you swear did nothing. You try to suppress a groan, pressing your lips together hard as you get through another cramp. You wish you didn’t come in today but there was an important meeting and you stupidly thought that was more important than crying in bed in pain alone.

You don’t notice three sets of eyes on you, looking on with worry. It's when you clutch your abdomen, eyes squeezed closed, that they know they can no longer leave you be.

“Y/n you stink,” Suran says nonchalantly as she passes your desk, the Chihuahua hybrid dropping off some files before giving you a fake sympathetic smile and holding her nose as she walks away.

Taehyung growls as he overhears, the chihuahua’s attention snapping to the tiger with fear widening her eyes, noticing Jimin looking at her with the same predatory hate that makes her cower away with a whine.

You sigh when she walks away, hating the fact that every hybrid in the room knew exactly which point of your monthly cycle you were in, even with all the suppressants they had to take. At first it was weird to get used to, embarrassing even but with time it was just the way things were. Sometimes you had to admit it did have it’s benefits, like when you ranted to your panda hybrid BFF about Min Yoongi and the helvetica altercation she may have pointed out that you were PMSing and your patience with the panther was at sub zero because of it. Maybe you were overreacting about the whole font thing, just a little.

“Noona,” Jungkook calls for your attention, the other two in tow looking at you with so much sympathy it was as if someone was dying.

“Angel, care to follow us?” Jimin says holding out his hand for you to take.

You smile knowingly, but it doesn’t stretch very far. Every month your favourite trio found a way to distract you from work and form a cuddle nest in Yoongi’s office which he always allowed to your surprise. He would stare at the four of you while he pretended to work, both of you wishing he would just join the cuddle pile.

“Guys I can't, I've got a meeting soon,” you say, glancing at the clock. “And you three are 20 minutes late to yours.”

They mumble feeble excuses which you silence with an unimpressed look.

—

You almost crawl into the meeting room, your pace so slow your usual 30 minutes early to prep was now cut to 25, Jin had been pacing the room for five minutes wondering whether you had died, Namjoon restraining him from going to look for you telling the bear hybrid he was being too dramatic.

Of course, Namjoon eats his own words when they see you enter. Jin was normally the one to preempt your ritual of setting up, normally joining you so he could steal your time before being surrounded by your colleagues. This time round, Namjoon decided to join him and he’s so glad he did.

The protective growl is barely contained, he doesn’t know what hits him first, your palor, the smell of blood or the way you are so obviously in excruciating pain.

“Baby girl,” his voice is on edge, “what are you doing here?”

You frown at him, wincing when another cramp makes you want to double over and die, did he have to ask you stupid questions?

“Setting up,” you say breathlessly with a slight groan, pressing your lips together as if those two words alone just added tenfold to the agony.

“I don’t think so,” the characteristic rise of his eyebrow tells you he’s serious, “go home, you’re in no state to work.” he turns to Jin, “Hyung, do you think you could drive-”

“I’m fine,” even through the struggle of those quiet words he could hear your stubbornness.

He exhales, staring you down, jaw clenched. Jin glances between you both, even in your frailer than usual state he could see you weren’t going to back down, either of you.

“Beautiful, maybe we should-”

“Nope,” you shake your head, ignoring them and starting to prep for the meeting, you were running out of time. You try to behave as normal, standing a little straighter, but your movements were slow, your head fuzzy.

“Y/n I am not kidding around, you look like you’re going to pass out,” Namjoon grits his teeth to stop himself yelling, he never yelled, but this or something similar happened every month and his patience ran out about a year ago.

You scowl at the lack of his term of endearment in that sentence, didn’t he know you were in pain? And he was going to call you by your name? The gall of the lead CEO, thinking he could just boss you around like he was… Huh, maybe your brain was suffering from a lot of blood loss, you genuinely forgot this man was your employer.

“I’m going to be fine,” you sigh, tired of everything. You just needed to make it through the day, only… 7 more hours left. You stop yourself from bursting into tears at the thought, why was time torturing you today?

Jin watches Namjoon clench his fist, the bear hybrid taking a step back when the wolf’s eyes have that red glint in them that meant oncoming doom. You were somehow blissfully unaware, although he knew that wouldn’t last long.

It's when you try to muffle a wince that he can hear the low growls coming from the male, his tail stiff and straight, making Jin’s instincts want to stand in front of you and defend you but the more rational part of his brain knew Namjoon would never hurt you.

“Beautiful girl…” He tries again, nervously laughing but you seem to be oblivious to the state of the predator in the room. “I think-”

The whimper you try to conceal cuts him off, you’re clutching the edge of the table in front of you so hard your knuckles are white, your whole posture stiffening as you ride out the spasms your lower region assaults on your body. His eyes go wide when he doesn’t hear you breathe, he steps closer to you quickly as it passes and when you release the table you stumble back into his chest.

His arm wraps around you quickly, keeping you steady as you catch your breath. Your stance is weaker, he can see your eyes are out of focus when he tilts your head to look at him.

“You shouldn’t be here beautiful,” he sighs. “You should be at home, in bed, resting.”

“But-”

“I’m taking you home,” he insists, and he’d stay with you, no way was he going to leave you alone like this. He bet you hadn’t had anything to eat today either.

“But the meeting,” you whine weakly, you put so much work into today and your biology was ruining it. “No, I’m going to stay.”

You both hear the low rumbling sound behind you, tentatively turning towards the hooded eyes directed at you. You feel a shiver shoot down your spine, Jin holding you tighter against him.

When he takes a step closer you instinctively try to take one back, unable to move with Jin freezing in response to the wolf. Namjoon lets out a deep breath, as if trying to control his instincts, instincts that scream at him to take his mate home, build her a nest and trap her in it until she recovers.

“Baby girl you either let Hyung take you home now,” he pauses, searching your eyes for the defiance he needed to subdue. The corner of his lips twitch as if he’s almost amused, but really it's because his patience has been tested to its limits.

You try to speak but no sound leaves, all you can do is watch the predator stalk up to you, looking up at him as his gaze almost dared you to try and challenge him.

“Or…” his smile doesn’t reach his eyes, stretched thin like his nonexistent tolerance for your attitude.

“I call security to escort you out of the building.”

You gawp at him in surprise, he wouldn’t, there is no way on Earth he would call security on you.

“Don’t test me Y/n, it’s for your own good,” he grunts in reply to your unspoken thoughts, the fake smile gone to reveal his glare. He doesn’t back down, doesn’t flinch even when he can see your eyes starting to water. He marches over to the internal company phone when you don’t move towards the exit, Jin having released you to watch your reaction. You cross your arms, looking at the wolf with just as much contempt despite the pain you were in. The adrenaline of your standoff helped a little, but you would die before you admit it.

He scoffs after waiting a second too long, unbuttoning his cuffs and pushing his sleeves up his arms. They felt like they were constraining him, the tie and collar would have to be loosened next once he dealt with you. He glares at you again, ready to end this stalemate, but your eyes aren’t on his with fire like he expects. Instead, they travel down his arms, breath caught in your throat at the angry veins protruding out of his skin. The smirk on his face was real this time, only when he picks up the phone do you return his stare. He wouldn’t…

“Security,” it’s a gruff command and your jaw drops in disbelief.

—

“So Bunny isn’t talking to you?” Jungkook isn’t gloating, not really, the grin he has on his face wasn’t cruel, he just found the situation entertaining.

“Even I thought he was bluffing with the security card,” Jin shakes his head at the memory, you held back tears the whole drive home, you ranted to Jin about how Namjoon could possibly to that to you and who did he think he was, you didn’t stop for the whole afternoon and evening until Jin left.

“I was half bluffing,” Namjoon groans, “I didn’t really call them, I just made her think I did.”

“But you would have if she didn’t move,” Yoongi challenges, a smirk evident on his face that he wasn’t buying it.

“As if you wouldn’t have called them either,” the lead CEO huffs.

“Oh please, Kitten wouldn’t refuse me,” the smirk only grows when the wolf glares at the panther. “And if she did, she would have paid for it.”

“She was already paying in pain, hyung,” Taehyung whines, not liking the way Yoongi was talking. “My poor flower.”

“It’s been a week,” Namjoon starts massaging his temples with his fingertips feeling the stress radiate from his brain like a migraine. “When is she going to let it go?”

“Have you apologised?” Hoseok asks, not looking up from his paperwork until his question is met with silence.

Oh if only you could see the wolf with his tail between his legs right now. He tries not to laugh at the obvious embarrassment on Namjoon’s face as he tries to come up with an excuse.

“I don’t think he needs to apologise,” Yoongi says.

“Of course you don’t” Jimin sasses with an eye roll. “Whether hyung was right or wrong, he still hurt my angel’s feelings.”

“I think he’s paid for it enough,” Jin chuckles, “you should’ve seen his face when beautiful called him Mr Kim.”

Jaws drop, in shock and a little in second hand pain if that was ever a thing. They wouldn’t know at all how to handle you acting so coldly.

“Not even Kim Depyunim,” Jin continues as if he was sharing a scandal. “Mr Kim.”

“Woah,” Jungkook breathes, completely taken back. “Remind me not to get on Noona’s bad side.”

“Ididitforherowngood!” Namjoon yells to his own defence, sounding unusually high pitched before groaning, planting his head on the table.

The others snicker to themselves, the sound making the wolf bang his head lightly but repeatedly on the wooden desk.

—

“Sunshine, are you still mad at Namjoon?” Hoseok asks you as you both walk to your meeting. His question pulls your attention out of the file you were rechecking.

“No…” you deny, pouting as you return to reading.

“Sunshine…” he sighs.

“Maybe,” you try again more honestly.

“Well then you should be mad at all of us,” he replies, making your snap towards him. He doesn’t meet your gaze, staring in front of him with confidence. “We all would’ve done exactly the same thing.”

You sigh displeased with that information.

“But Hobi-”

That does make him turn towards you, pulling your arm and stopping you both in your tracks. Thankfully the corridor was empty, but he still glances around before giving you his full attention.

“Sunshine, none of us like seeing you in pain,” he explains, “and for some reason you don’t listen to your body.”

You open your mouth to argue but his stare makes you back down, pressing your lips closed with another pout. He chuckles softly at the sight.

“He didn’t go about it the best way, but he didn’t do it to undermine you sunshine,” he explains calmly. “He did it because he was worried about you.”

You stare at his shoes, feeling mildly dejected at his gentle berating. You miss the grin on his face, finding you adorable. He gives the corridor another glance around to make sure no eyes could catch him, before he pulls you into a hug, chuckling to himself at how endearing he found everything about you, even the parts that sometimes exhausted them.

—

“No!” he roars childishly. “I know Flower better!”

You wince at his volume, the three maknaes tended to forget about the crowd of colleagues surrounding you when they had these battles for your attention.

Jmin and Jungkook scoff loudly, making you wince even harder, glancing at the other desks and watching people whisper in amusement. Why did they do this to you?

“Please, you don’t even know your flower’s favourite flower!” Jimin contends with just as much volume as the tiger, tail swishing back and forth faster and faster.

“You just admitted she’s my flower,” Taehyung counters as if he’s won.

“Guys,” you say quietly, not wanting any more attention, but needing to stop it. You pull on Tae’s sleeve to get him to stop.

“Look you can’t even read Bunny’s body language,” Jungkook stands with his hands on his hips, stalking up to the tiger as if he wasn’t a prey hybrid. Honestly sometimes you’d forget if it wasn’t for the bunny ears on his head.

“And you can?” Jimin and Taehyung say simultaneously.

“Better than you can!” Jungkook shouts back, “you’re making Noona uncomfortable right now.”

Oh the irony obviously went over the youngest’s head and then twirled around him and yeeted for good measure.

“Can you guys please quieten it down?” you beg, “or take it elsewhere.”

Three sets of eyes now snap and stare directly at you, oh shit this was exactly what you wanted to avoid.

“Flower tell them I know you best,” Taehyung demands, crouching beside you and turning your chair to face him.

“Angel don’t you dare lie to him to save his feelings,” the arctic fox growls, the sound not as impressive as Namjoon’s but you find it cute, or you would in any other situation.

“Bunny-”

A large shadow looms over the four of you, catching the hybrids’ tongues in their throats. They audibly swallow, slowly turning to see the daggers the big bad boss wolf threw at them with his glare.

“Didn’t we have that thing…?” Jimin cowers back without taking his eyes off the lead CEO, swearing to himself he could see steam leaving his ears.

“That important thing,” Taehyung seconds as if he didn’t spend the last half an hour disagreeing with everything the fox said.

The three of them scarper off, as if the ends of their tails were on fire, unable to leave fast enough. You shake your head at their antics but smile in amusement despite the trouble they caused.

Namjoon’s presence had everyone turn back diligently to their work, he surveys the whole floor, making sure not a single hint of attention strayed from what he paid them to do. You look up at his glowering presence, grinning at how serious his demeanour was. His eyes catch yours when he hears your light laughter, the stern expression on his face melting away.

You weren’t giving him the narrowed eyes of spite that he was getting used to, was it too early to sigh in relief? He watches you cautiously, words catching in his throat that he clears, but when he opens his mouth nothing comes out. You smile at him so radiately it disarms him, his palms starting to sweat, you reduce the strong alpha to a pup with that look of endearment.

“Thanks Joonie,” you whisper, “they were getting to that stage where it would’ve been impossible to stop.”

You shake your head again, looking down at your computer completely unaware of the puddle the CEO was turning into beside you. He feels his soul elevate back into place after being dragged along the floor for a week. He wasn’t Mr Kim anymore, the relief flooded through him.

“Baby girl,” he calls for your attention quietly, standing over you with an arm on your desk. You glance up at him, caught in his soft gaze, blinking a couple of times at the sight.

“Hmm?”

“I’m sorry for last week, I was out of line but I was worried about you.”

He leans down closer, his face an inch away from yours. He smirks when he sees your eyes dilate, an inner voice berating him about rules and etc that he ignores for a second.

“That being said,” he continues gently. “Never call me Mr Kim again.”

He breaks out into a grin at the sound of your soft laughter.

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rottenpumpkin13 · 10 months ago

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Cloud's first impressions of personally meeting the Firsts?

*Zack and Cloud are standing outside Angeal's door*

Cloud: I'm so nervous. What if they don't like me? What if they're mean? What if Sephiroth kicks me out??

Zack: Dude relax. These are the most sophisticated, cool, responsible men in Midgar.

*Zack opens the door, Angeal is actively thwacking an angry plant with a stick*

Angeal: I KNEW IT WAS A BABY MARLBORO. NEVER AGAIN WILL I BE SCAMMED BY WALL MARKET PLANT SMUGGLERS.

*Genesis walks by in a red dress*

Genesis: Is this a good dress to seduce the leader of a foreign nation and flirt with him for info? Or is the visible garter belt a bit much?

*Sephiroth appears beside Zack and Cloud, no shirt, eye bags, hair a mess*

Sephiroth: I've just slept for 67 hours and had a dream where I was a spork, but I was happy because I had a loving fork mother and spoon father, but then my mother jumped from the cutlery drawer never to be seen again, and then the evil chef who looked suspiciously like Hojo from R&D took my father away from me, so I attacked him with my working tines and stabbed him to death. But then I was adopted by a beautiful knife mother who persuaded me to take revenge on those who created my fork-spoon-hybrid self.

Cloud: Am I on drugs

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #final fantasy vii #ffvii crisis core #genesis rhapsodos #ff7 crisis core #angeal hewley #zack fair #cloud strife

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hoebii · 1 year ago

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Black Mamba XII

Pairing : OT7 x Hybrid! Reader Genre : Angst, Fluff, Hybrid!Au Rating: nc-17 Warning : Violence, swearing, mental breakdowns, weapons (mentioned), toxic thoughts, blood • Information above may change as the story progresses Wc : 1.3k Betas : @moccahobi Banner and divider : @jaeism Wanna be tagged? Complete this form A/N : *taps mic* I'm alive and I'm sorry for going poof for so long but I hope you guys enjoy this chapter even though the wait wasn't worth it at all I know Feedback is always appreciated! *runs and trips and then runs away again into the darkness*

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You were jolted out of your thoughts when you felt someone place a plate of food on the dining room table in front of you. You looked up to see Kevin beside you, briefly giving you a nod of acknowledgement before moving on to serve the others who sat around the table. You nodded your head in gratitude, pulling the plate closer to you and fiddling with the silverware already set on the table.

You had been getting lost in your head more often recently. Ever since the past started visiting you, disguised as nightmares, you started to sleep less - not wanting to be thrusted back into moments of your life you no longer wished to be a part of.

When Namjoon adopted you, you wished to leave everything behind, no longer to be tied down to your dark past.

Though who were you kidding? You could never run from the atrocities that you once committed.

The things you had done could never be excused, there was no redemption for you.

You tried to push the thoughts back but each time you tried, the voices came back stronger.

You know you don’t deserve this luxurious life. These people who show you nothing but kindness deserve a lot more than what you can give them.

You were broken out of your reverie when the sound of chatter and laughter reached your ear, cutting through the dark clouds that took place in your mind. Looking up, you watched as the masters conversed amongst themselves at the dinner table while being served.

You still remember the first day they had invited you to have food with them - which was the first day you were adopted - and how Taehyung had given his seat to you as there weren’t enough chairs for all eight of you to sit together, much to Yoongi’s chagrin.

You had offered to simply eat in the kitchen or even the floor if needed, though the horrified looks on everyone’s faces had made you realise that wasn’t an option. After that, they had bought a bigger dining table, one that would fit everyone.

Your eyes met Hoseok’s, who was sitting opposite to you with Yoongi and Jimin on either side of him. Namjoon sat at the head of the table and Taehyung and Jungkook sitting on either side of you, the other chair at the head of the table empty.

Hoseok gave you a smile before returning his attention to the conversation he was having with Yoongi.

Namjoon cleared his throat to grab everyone’s attention at the table. Shooting you a smile of his own when his eyes met yours before looking at the others too.

“So I was thinking,” he started. “None of us have properly introduced ourselves and what we do to Y/N here. Why don’t we do so right now?”

Your interest piqued at that, sitting up straight and focusing all your attention at Namjoon.

“I’ll go first,” he offered, never losing the gentle smile he always seemed to have when speaking to the inhabitants of the house. “I’m a lawyer, as I told you before. A criminal lawyer to be more specific.”

“I’m your typical businessman,” Jimin continued right after Namjoon without missing a beat as he gave you a cheeky smile.

You looked at Hoseok when he laughed, wanting to know the reason behind it.

“Don’t let him fool you, Y/N. He’s the CEO of HJ Enterprise, alongside me. He’s anything but a typical businessman, he can charm your whole company under his name if you’re not careful.”

Your eyes widened at that, making Hoseok laugh out louder while Jimin hit his shoulder playfully with a scoff.

“Owner of Ddaeng Bar,” Yoongi mumbled, looking bored as ever as he gave a small wave with his fingers.

Though you wouldn’t say Yoongi liked you now, he was more tolerant towards you. Rather than scoffing or leaving the place whenever you entered, he took to simply ignoring you unless needed otherwise. On a good day, he might even speak to you unprompted! Mostly to notify you about one of the other masters looking for you or such but a win was a win and you had no right to complain.

“He opened Ddaeng purely for getting free alcohol whenever he wants,” you heard Taehyung stage-whisper into your ear. You didn’t react like you once would at being startled, rather only stiffening before relaxing just as quickly.

You had gotten the closest to Taehyung, with him always trying to spend his free time with you or giving you compliments whenever he had the chance. You weren’t used to getting so much attention, so at first you used to fumble for words and try to leave the place with one excuse or another but Taehyung stayed persistent.

Whenever you would try to leave, he would follow you around like the puppies you used to see back in the adoption centre. If that wasn’t possible then you found Taehyung sulking around until you would speak to him again.

There was an instance where Jin had seen Taehyung sulking after you had once again ran away from him and he made a joke about how Taehyung seems to prefer your company more than theirs. You didn’t know why but watching the other masters - except Yoongi, who simply watched the scene unfold - join in with Jin’s joke made your face feel so warm. It was truly a peculiar feeling, the warmth that spread throughout your body.

It was especially confounding when Jimin made a comment about how he was jealous, to which Jungkook also agreed and you feared you were falling sick with the way your heartbeat spiked and face flushed even more.

Was this normal? You couldn't tell if you should have been more concerned or not.

Although you had to admit that even though you didn’t want to and it was in no way voluntary, you had started to trust Taehyung a little. He was slowly becoming someone you dared to say that you enjoyed the company of. Someone you felt like you could share what was on your mind without thinking too much about the protocols you would surely be breaking if you were back at the lab.

It scared you how much you were slowly starting to break all those trainings that were ingrained into you, never to be forgotten or broken.

Or so you thought but with all those protocols that were purely there to make sure you were but a mere robotic killing machine slipping away, you felt lost and stranded. Fight as you might, you couldn't help lowering your guard and disregard the dangers that may come with doing so the more you got to stay with your masters.

It was only a matter of time before they would leave you and you still took these risks. What were you becoming? This was not what you were created as.

Before you could drown farther into the abyss, you were brought back to present yet again as you heard a dismissive grunt escape Yoongi’s throat, once more settling your attention on the ongoing conversation.

“And what about it?” Yoongi grumbled, narrowing his eyes at Taehyung.

The younger laughed, raising his hands in mock surrender before he turned to you again, ignoring the question that was thrown his way.

“I’m a fashion designer,” he started, puffing his chest out in pride. “If you couldn’t tell yet by my immaculate taste in fashion.”

Jungkook from your other side snorted, making you turn to him next. “I’m sorry, does the Stitch onesie fall under this ‘immaculate fashion taste’ too?”

“Yes.”

Jungkook laughed louder at the offended look Taehyung shot him, grinning mischievously before giving you a wink. “I’m in the automotive industry, founder of JK Car Manufacturer. I’ll get you the best cars out there, ones that are fast enough to help you escape after robbing a bank.”

“Pretty sure that’s illegal” you stated, raising your eyebrows.

“I know,” he replied, the cheshire grin never leaving his face.

Namjoon cleared his throat, shooting Jungkook a look you weren’t able to quite decipher but it made the younger lean back into his chair and whistle innocently.

Did you miss something?

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siffrin-brainrot · 8 days ago

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Even more Dragons and this time with additional AU information~

Cloud (Claude)

A Skywing dragon who lives in the Scorpion Den, they are well known for being a rather calm yet chaotic Skywing with a love for explsosives. They supply Timeseekers with the Venom for their "Sandwing tail" and other weapons if requested.

In exchange, they send them out on missions or ask for favors to be granted at a later date. They write many letters to Euphoria, some dragons like to speculate what their relationship is but none dare to ask the Skywing directly for fear of being on the end of a well placed dragonflame cacti

Queen Euphoria (Euphrasie)

Queen of the Rainwings, Euphoria is a kind yet strong leader who has re-integrated Guards & Warriors to their tribe, she still prefers to find a peacfull solution first. But when push comes to shove she won't hesitate to bare her fangs and show off what her venom can do.

She was one of the first to be frozen by Northstar in an attempt to give Hollyhock and some of the other Rainwings a chance to escape.

Northstar (King)

An Orphan Ice/Nightwing Animus hybrid who looks up to Darkstalker and the cautinary tales told about him. Yeraning for a placeto call his home, Northstar proclaimed that he would bring the Nightwing tribe back to glory and fullfill what Darkstalker couldn't and those who dared to get in his way would be frozen by his enchanted tears & tear coated claws.

On his missions to find another Animus to help him revive their lost Kingdom he learned about another strong Animus, a dragonette named Stardust who after a "nice talk" with their parents was promised to him in exchange for a high position in his new Kingdom.

[The tears on his eyes are two scales that he enchanted to be able to create the frozen tears he produces, many mistake it for him being able to read their minds and he never corrects them as it strikes more fear into those who known and obedience into the more Stubborn Nightwings]

Stardust (Siffrin)

A Nightwing Mindreader, Animus who lost their voice to the first enchantment they had had casted, they strongly belive that the Universe grants his "wishes" instead of it being his own Animus powers. He won't hesitate to defend his belive, though he rarely has to as they life alone with their Sibling on the run.

They communicate with their sibling Timeseeker through their minds but sometimes ask them to talk to fill the silence as they are rarely allowed to go on missions with them and hate being alone for long amounts of time.

[He was taught early on by his family to not read others mind without a good reason and how to ignore them when there are too many dragons in one spot, to this day he follows that rule with the only exception to this being Timeseeker]

Hollyhock/Autumn (Mirabelle)

A Silk/Rainwing hyrbid who was adopted by Euphrasie after a Troop of Mudwings had found her egg and watched over it before realizing that said egg wasn't a weirdly colored, orphan Mudwing egg but instead a Rainwing hybrid egg. They brought her to their Neighbours after trying to raise her the best as they could before asking her if she wanted to life in the Rainforest instead with other Rainwings.

She agreed ro try it out and her adopted family promise that she was always welcome to visit or even return to them if she found that the Rainforest wasn't for her either.

Hollyhock is a kind dragon who's eager to learn unlike other Rainwings, she was quickly adopted by the Medics who taught her about the herbs grown all around Pyrrhia and how to make tranquilizer darts for defense & medical uses. She soon caught the eye of Queen Euphoria who took her under her wing as the next Queen in line.

#isat #in stars and time #isat au #in wings and fire #isat siffrin #isat euphrasie #isat mirabelle #isat claude #isat king #wof #wings of fire #my art

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poisonf0rest · 26 days ago

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𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐬

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You can’t stop hearing their voices.

At first, you figured the sounds were coming from the beast-infected streets or that perhaps they were mere auditory hallucinations from your fatigue- but after several days of those whispers shifting behind your temples, you realized it must be something more. Like the memories of Lawrence and like the strange dreams of the queen in the frozen, forsaken castle, these new voices feel as though they echo straight from your mind. The voices were both yours and not.

But perhaps the word voices gave them too much credit.

Often there are words, yes. But far more frequently they simply feel like disjointed static, like you are underwater while someone is trying to whisper in your ear. And sometimes they’re not words at all, rather strange sounds and sensations that you can’t even begin to comprehend. Not with human language, at least.

From a chorus of moans in a frequency so low they rattle your skull to the sound of teeth dragging against ribs, tick, tick, ticking down each bone, each sound haunts you long after your mind goes silent.

You think you might be going insane.

You think that perhaps you have been this entire time.

So, you choose to forgo sleep yet again— you prefer not to sleep now, sleep brings the dreams and the dreams last longer each time— obsessing over the cure that is just out of reach. You are sure of it.

Tonight you have already smoked through two rolls of crushed dreamroot, a purple haze clouding your lab, the suppressant dulling your headache while giving you enough energy to press onwards, driven mad with deliriousness and ambition. A toxic mixture, to be sure, and yet one that is unavoidable to any great scientist. Alas, just as the Church and the pursuit of the truth do not make the best of bedfellows, nor do science and sanity.

You shuffle around hundreds of blood samples– one from every patient you’ve ever treated– delicately picking two slides up so as to not mess up their dried stains: one from Vicar Amelia, one from Diluc.

Combining the recent patterns in your readings and the evidence before you, you’ve come to an understanding of what made the Vileblood lineage immune to the Beastly Scourge: their blood.

Slotting a new slide of blood under a microscope, you overlap it with one containing the Beastly Scourge. The immortal nature of Vileblood cells means they are able to naturally create an antibody that, unlike the typical antibodies in our human immune system, is self-rejuvenating. Suppose the Vileblood cell’s natural resilience is accepted and adopted into a human host’s immune system. In that case, the host can produce Vileblood antibodies– antibodies that can finally withstand the cancerous nature of the Beastly Scourge.

Twisting the knob of the microscope to 400x, you begin to count the individual cells in Diluc’s blood sample, healthy red blood cells surrounded with warping black spots, large and dark purple due to the stain you applied, almost parasitic in the way they squirm and warp even outside their host body. Viruses of the Beastly Scourge, no doubt.

This means by first conditioning cultures of Vileblood antibodies to become resistant to the Beastly Scourge, you can inject the newly evolved hybrid antigen cells into human patients, allowing their bodies to naturally replicate Vileblood cells, granting them immunity from Beasthood so long as those immortal cells continued to proliferate.

And considering all the research you’ve done on the self-rejuvenating nature of the Vileblood cells, they should never cease to duplicate and repair themselves, even with the Beastly Scourge eating away at them.

That’s what went wrong with the Hunter in the clinic- you failed to assimilate the Vileblood antigens with the virus, causing them to rupture and fail to regenerate in the Hunter, only prolonging the state as his body fluctuated from cursed and not.

You need the cells to stabilize first, then you can inject the cure.

It will work, then. It must.

But what if the host rejected the altered Vileblood antigens upon injection again? What if the Vileblood cells overtook the human ones entirely and consumed their host? If the host’s immune system simply reverted the new antigens? Then your patient would likely die and you’d be thrust back to square zero all over again, hope dashed across your clinic stairs as it bleeds out before you.

Or worse, what if the Vileblood antigens acted as catalysts for a new strain of Beasthood?

After all, was this not the exact process the Healing Church attempted so long ago?

Slamming your hands onto the table, the rattle of vials shriek along to your scream, “Why, why does everything have to circle back around to that damned church!”

Through the haze of the dreamroot you glare at the journal of Laurence, The First Vicar, hoping he can feel your wrath through the pages and down to whatever hell he’s burning in now. It sits, half-buried underneath your notes, calling you to touch it again, to look back into its past. To make the same mistakes as he did.

You don’t dare step closer.

The Healing Church discovered that the Beastly Scourge was a bloodborne disease, some sort of mutation in the red blood cells of humans that proliferated at an unearthly accelerated rate until it killed off any and all remaining healthy cells. And miraculously, they found the cure-all with blood transfusion.

But if the Healing Church already knew this, why didn’t they question the failure rate of the blood transfusions? The purpose of blood ministrations and vials was to provide healthy blood, but where did they find such a thing? Surely human blood could not cure ailments and seal wounds. And you were the first to discover the natural antigen of Vampyr blood as a potential cure. So then what blood has the Healing Church been giving the people of Yharnam?

That accused saying comes back to you again:

Fear the Old Blood.

Seek the Old Blood.

Which is it? Was this Old Blood a cure, a method of halting and reversing the mutation? Or was it the cause? Saints, it feels as though you’ve been running in circles over your own corpse.

Fear it?

You refocus the microscope lens. Unlike Vicar Amelia’s cells, which divided and burst even in their decaying state, Diluc’s seemed to be stabilized. You recognized the distorted inky blood cells of the Scourge among his healthy ones, and yet they only trembled in place, as if physically restrained and unable to proliferate.

Seek it?

Perhaps this revered Old Blood contained a more potent antigen than even the Vilebloods, one that not only processed the famed healing powers that travelers from far and wide sought but also an antigen that stops the Scourge? The healing properties of this Old Blood were the reason the Church has risen to such a position of power in the first place.

In that case, your hypothesis would be wrong, and Diluc’s natural resistance would be attributed to the rations of Old Blood given by the church, not to his Vileblood heritage.

No.

The Church Hunters aren’t immune to the Beastly Scourge. It was only a matter of time until they too succumbed to the disease. You’ve seen it over and over again, like they were being poisoned. Like they were addicted.

You think back to Amelia, how she was covered in blood before she transformed into that lupine monster. She was covered in blood… as though she had doused herself in it. As though she were addicted, drunk on it.

The Blood that heals all illness, the Blood the world thinks is holy, the Blood that is more intoxicating than even the finest of wines.

So then this Old Blood— the blood administered by the Healing Church— must be the root of the Scourge.

The Healing Church was addicting the entirety of Yharnam on a poisoned, corrupted blood.

They too had naively believed that this all-powerful Old Blood was the solution to all human sickness and suffering, and in reward for their arrogance, they received the curse of the Beastly Scourge.

Could you handle the weight of setting yet another curse upon mankind, twisting fate like some sort of corrupt deity?

Could you handle the weight of becoming a god?

Your head spins, a thousand thoughts and a hundred voices, and a dozen eyes staring, all at once. They are listening. Waiting.

"Who?"

You jolt, startled by the echo of your own voice. There is no one in the lab with you.

A wave of exhaustion hits you, but don't think you could sleep even if you tried. Instead, you look back at the microscope.

Moonlight drifts through the window and with a shift in the clouds, it douses you and the microscope in a silver fog as the air thickens with an uncanny stillness. And then, between the light and shadow, something moves.

There, in the center of the blood sample, something unseen shifts. Squirming, it coils with unnoticeable ripples, and at first you can only see it through omission- see its outline through how it writhes and eats away at the healthy cells in the sample.

But the moonlight flickers, like a candle blown out, and as it disappears so does the safety of sight and sanity. Emerging from the blood is a creature beyond human perception, a being that defies the laws of nature and reason, seeping into the fabric of reality itself as a mass of tentacles and unblinking eyes, hungry as they devour the remaining healthy cells. It’s eating away at the antigens, leaving dark sprouts of eyes and teeth in its wake. Cannibalizing the host, multiplying itself.

The Scourge.

Something else is watching.

Watching you from the inside out, their voices echo louder than your own as your skull rattles and hands quake, the sample nearly alive as it squirms and writhes in the glass.

And then, you see them.

In every sample, every vial of blood you’ve ever collected, squirms and writhes a million beings beyond description, a horror of the gods themselves. As the moonlight shifts, so do the monsters, emerging from the blood as it latches into your arm with the sting of a thousand needles, each suction-cup cavity blinking up at you as it twists further and further up your arm.

It is not a monster, you realize, nor a god.

It is a parasite.

It is the source of the disease.

And it's already in your blood. Your blood, and every other person in Yharnam, a curse marked in blood and forever hungry, forever waiting until it feeds enough to make itself seen. How, why do you see them now? Was it your contact with the Old Blood? Greed? Knowledge?

Or perhaps it was something inevitable, something given at birth and granted during the sweet release of death.

The parasite- the Beastly Scourge, the curse, the scourge of mankind- now looms over you, making you tremble with the silent fear only a god could grant. A fear so true it could be worship.

A flood of haunting memories sweeps over your consciousness, ancient recollections that do not belong to you as you fall through the sky, landing atop a lake with no surface and no bottom. Something screams inside your mind, the roar of the ocean and the cry of a child, and as you stare into Its thousands of unblinking eyes the clinic falls apart before you until you stand in open nothingness with It.

Not It- Her. And with the realization, something glitches in your perception. Beyond the horror, you could see her grace, the fleeting beauty of a bride without the promise of happiness. A wedding dress, crafted with gorgeous cascades of lace and silk, a purer white than the moon itself, rippling as though she walked on water. And yet her cries were deafening. Shackled, she watches the moon bleed as She prays with clasped hands, every step ringing with not the toll of wedding bells but the clang of chains, her eyes faded and red with unshed tears.

The front of the wedding dress, from her abdomen down, was doused in black blood.

And the moon drowns itself red.

She cries, and you cry along with Her, a grief so deep you could hardly stand. They took something from Her, they forced it upon her and ripped it from Her womb. A vow broken, a curse written.

You kneel upon the lake’s shore, unmoving as She turns to you, sunken face frozen in a wail, eyes and lips nothing but shadowed pits reminiscent of the faceless statues littered underneath the Grand Cathedral. Something inhuman. Something stolen. Something cursed.

Then, She was gone, as if a switch was flipped in your brain and you forgot how to be afraid.

You heave, gasping, thrust underwater and back to your lab. By the time you try to breathe in again, the parasite escapes the vial in your palm, and injects itself inside you. Plunging down your throat, up your nose, into your ears and eyes as you scream until the world turns sticky and black with its rotten sludge.

Be not afraid.

Let not the fear of the unknown quell the fire of revelation.

Fear not, for you are the final heir to Our knowledge and the bearer of Our madness.

And then you’re falling. You remember this feeling- the same panic as when you touched Laurence’s monstrous skull- as your body is yanked backward by thousands of invisible arms, pulling you through the clinic floors, vision tunneling as the world shifts.

Then, you’re in another body, and yet you do not recognize this one.

It’s not Laurence, and it’s not the Queen from before, either. You glance down- you’re bowing, you think- and it’s a muscular body, comparable to your Hunter’s in sheer strength and size. The body’s memories come trickling back, and the veil of reality distorts.

Mindful of any listening ears, you shut the door, enclosing you and the man you’ve come to see within.

“It has spread,” he- you- report. You suppose it was supposed to sound impartial, apathetic, but the knot in your throat chokes against each word, and they come out sharp and hurried. You’re scared. Terrified. “More than any of us could have imagined. This excursion was meant to be no more than a patrol, and yet we found ourselves locked in siege.”

The shadows surrounding the edges of the office lift, unveiling rows upon rows of books, a prayer alter, and the grand mahogany desk you still bow before. Standing, you finally see the man seated behind the desk, and your heart races. You can’t tell if the reaction is purely yours or your current body’s, for it is Laurence, the First Vicar himself, seated before you.

Laurence hums, yet his expression does not shift, as unchanging as the marble statues that surround him. He knows. He has known. “How many?”

“Beasts? Dozens. Our Hunters lost? More.”

“You purged them all?”

It was said more as a statement than a question. You feel your molars grind, the pain clearing your thoughts as flashes of the Beast-infested streets warp through your bloody memory. “The situation is becoming increasingly dire, we set the alley row ablaze before retreating. I intend to take a second party on the morrow, to check for survivors.”

There was silence, then, and a clouding of that midnight stare. Laurence parted his lips, and he released a small sigh, thumb rubbing between his brows: a rare expression of perturbation, a sign of even the slightest bit of uncertainty that seemed oh-so-wrong on Laurence’s face. “Fire spreads, Ludwig.”

Ludwig. The Holy Blade. You curse, but your body- Ludwig’s body- does not react, simply shifting under the intensity of the Vicar’s stare.

You’re aware of the risks. But the Church talks. People too. And it’s getting harder and harder to hide the Beasts.

“As does this plague. We kept the fire contained— dug a trench. We made sure to cut back any surrounding brush that would serve as kindling.”

“One stray spark…” To say Laurnece’s tone held concern would be a generosity, but it held a gripping weight all the same. Ludwig knows the inescapable fate of the Yharnam, he sees it every night when the Hunt grows longer, but it was never his call to make, and he knows Laurence would never accept a forfeit.

“One stray beast,” he- you- counters. “Flames are the only thing that kills this curse at the root. You already know what we must do to rid Yharnam of it. I only await your word.”

Laurence offers a brisk nod, but you’d know better than to think him convinced. “Is there anything else you require?”

There it is again. That painful indifference.

Perhaps it’s sinful, but Ludwig almost prefers the hysterics of the other priests– the shedding of false tears or an emotive swell of speech at least made him feel as if he had been heard, at least it offered a twisted sense of closure. The First Vicar, however, spoke as if stripped of all artifice, or at least the obvious ones. Ludwig’s concern is met only with unhewn blankness, that honesty that could be easily mistaken for god-like apathy, yet he could not fathom why.

The Holy Blade was himself at least partial to chivalry, especially when preaching to townsfolk, or when returning from a Hunt. But, to Laurnce’s credit, Ludwig had seen him act more empathetic to others before— to those, he supposed, the Vicar still felt the need to convince.

Regardless, it was not often The First Vicar offered his services first, so Ludwig would be a fool not to ask now. “With the sheer amount of bloodshed in recent Hunts, my Hunters need more blood vials. I understand tensions have been rising, however if you perhaps negotiate with Byrgenwerth to distribute less Old Blood to the populace, then the Hunters can have more for our—”

“The people need blood.” Laurnce’s voice booms across the office. The candles flicker. ”Our blood ministrations have finally caught the attention of those far beyond Yharnam. The Healing Church is becoming a beacon unlike any in our era. We are becoming the people’s hope, not the government, nor those self-proclaimed scholars.”

“And the Scourge?”

“What of it?”

Ludwig knows better than to feign ignorance. After all, he’s already devoted himself to Laurnce, body and sword. He knows Laurence has tried to stop the scourge, after all, it was the dirtier half of Laurnce’s duty.

Less than a month into the beasts appearing, the Church tightened regulation on the circulation of blood and regained control of the distribution channels in an effort to snuff out those early signs linking ministration to transmutation. Scourge symptoms were blamed on impure or contaminated strains obtained from illicit trade. And that’s where Ludwig came in, arresting any and all who seemed to breach these sacred laws: he ripped old, addicted men from street corners and screaming women from brothels, he hung or staked them and announced their false claims that their blood was that of Old Gods. Laurence has yet to kill someone guilty. He has yet to murder a sinner.

“All that we do, all that we have done. Still, the scourge did not abate.”

Laurence freezes, and you feel your heart slow at the realization.

Laurence knew.

The Healing Church knew what their blood transfusions were doing to their people, they understood centuries ago.

But Ludwig presses on. “If Bygenworth is concerned about their supply, send my Hunters and I to uncover another source. I’ve slain beasts, what difference is a god?”

“You forget yourself.” Laurence cuts Ludwig off, the Vicar raising his voice just enough for the words to ring across the empty office.

The First Vicar leans back in his chair. Ludwig cannot read his expression, cannot hear his heart, and cannot see anything beyond the icy ring of his eyes. But he can see the way the man's jaw is set, the slight tilt of his head, the tightening of his fists.

It was an emotion he knew all too well.

The two stare at each other. Laurence speaks slowly.

"I understand your concern, Holy Blade. But your duty is to the city. I’ll take your concerns into account, but I’d suggest you leave manners of the blood to be debated between the Church and Bygenworth. As far as you and your Hunters are concerned, the dungeons have been sealed.”

"That’s all?" Ludwig growls. He takes a step forward, the candlelight reflecting off his claymore. “And when the Old Blood runs out, what then? Do we continue lying to our people?”

Laurence is calm. "What is the Church without its beliefs? And what are the people without their hope?"

"Hope? When I lead my Hunters to kill beasts they don’t realize were once human, that is hope? When they die by the claws of mutilated neighbors and lovers, that is our hope ?"

"The Old Blood provides the people hope. It is not up to us to question what it is.” Laurence’s expression is cold, unchanging. He has to be, to convince himself that all of this was worth it. “I can assure you that the people will choose it over any truth.”

Laurence does not stand, he does not move, and finally it’s the Vicar’s apathy that gives him his final answer. Ludwig knows the Vicar has the power to strip him of his title, of his command, to exile him from his very city, and yet he does not fear the man. He does not fear the fire, the beasts, or the blood. All Ludwig fears is the knowledge that they are the ones doing this to their own people. The people he took an oath to protect.

"We are doing the right thing, aren't we? We are carrying out our God's will, are we not?"

Laurence meets Ludwig's gaze, but there is not a flicker of emotion nor recognition in those empty blue eyes. Only godless determination.

"It matters not, does it?"

Your eyes snap open, and you gasp for breath, clawing at the floor with nails that certainly bleed like your own. The scar against your throat burns.

Past memories overtake your current ones and you hear the cries of the damned, the senseless prophecies from the patients, the true ambitions of reaching the gods. And the price that came with such arrogance.

There is no way of stopping the Scourge. There never was.

The Old Blood was never to treat Yharnam, it was never meant for mortal beings to begin with. No, that is why the Church does not seek a cure, because morality was what they were attempting to transcend in the first place. Their ambition was never to bring the gods down but to ascend as deities themselves.

That is why the Choir began the orphanage. You were never given a cure, you had been given the parasitic gift of the gods, a vessel conduit to become one yourself. And so has the rest of Yharnam.

The microscope clatters to the ground, shattering. Your knees buckle and you grip onto the table, heaving into your arms as the entire world trembles. Faces flash before you, Hunters and Priests and children and elderly and neighbors and lovers and strangers. Innocents. So many dead innocents.

You scream.

You scream until your throat tastes like blood and your lungs give out.

Only at the very end of consciousness do you remember Ludwig’s request and Laurence’s strict denial- “the dungeons have been sealed.”

The Old Blood was extracted from the dungeons beneath Byrgenwerth.

Byrgenwerth. You have to get back to Byrgenwerth.

· · ─────── ·♰· ─────── · ·

“I refuse.”

You scoff. “What do you mean, you refuse? In case you have forgotten, Hunter, we have a deal you are bound to carry out.”

Diluc simply snorts, crossing his arms as he glares down at your huffing form. “Correct. However, I tend to draw the line at idiotic requests that will certainly get us both killed. Those dungeons are empty save for starving Beasts and worse.”

“I’m well aware, I saw it myself.”

He freezes. “You what? When?” Diluc grabs your arm, instinctually scanning your body as though looking for wounds, even as he manhandles you around.

“Not-” you wiggle against his grasp, “Not physically.” This stops him. “In a dream- vision?- it’s hard to explain exactly, but this is hardly what’s important here. Byrgenwerth may finally hold the key to understanding the scourge and finding our cure, if you’d just believe me.”

Diluc does not, in fact, believe you. But he releases your arm and you rub your bruising bicep, grumbling. He mutters something under his breath, shaking his head as his hair falls against his face in a way that would be considered handsome had his scowl not deepened.

He is not angry at you. Rather, Diluc can never seem to stay mad at you, however much he may want to. First him, then the Executioner, and now this. You seem to have a habit of enticing Death, a sort of waltz you almost revel in spinning too close to the edge with, a deep-rooted entanglement Diluc might have gotten jealous of if he were a lesser man.

"Byrgenwerth, huh." A place the Vilebloods cursed the very existence of, a place the Church considered holy. Something unknown that both beckons and scorns him. Whatever the two of you find in those dungeons will consume you, this Diluc is certain of.

But he is a man of his word. Worse yet, he is a man in love.

"Very well. I know a passage that can take us there, although it’ll be nearly a day’s journey on foot. But you are to listen to me no matter what, no questions asked. If I say run, we run. Understood?"

"I understand.” You smile, and his chest squeezes in a way he hates.

You know very well how much your Hunter is already regretting his decision, and tug him closer in thanks. Leaning forward, you let your arms wrap around his neck, craning just to reach him as your fingertips lace against the ends of his curls, long ponytail spilling from under his Hunter’s cap and down his robe in flaming tendrils. "Your hair has grown long."

"It has."

Far too long, Diluc thinks. He reaches a hand up to your face, cupping your cheek, and he feels your eyes flutter shut under his palm.

“Can I braid it? Tomorrow, or the day after that?”

“You may.” Anytime. Every day, and long after that too.

You both stay like that for a moment, leaning slightly against each other, you balancing precariously into his chest, and Diluc stabilizing you as one hand finds its place against the small of your back, the other coming up to your cheek. He’s warm.

You look up, forehead brushing the stubble shadowing his chin. "Vow it to me."

"What?"

“Vow it to me. I’ll braid your hair, weeks from now. And if, oh," you giggle, thumbing at the rough hair against his jaw, “If you ever grow out your beard, I’ll get to braid that too.”

Diluc exhales a ghost of a laugh, "Very well. I swear it.”

He leans in, and you can't help but follow his movement. His forehead rests against your own, and you close your eyes and breathe him in. He smells like smoke- a mix of ash and kindling still raw and red and burning, a familiar scent that makes you draw him in closer. You can taste the iron on his breath, and his fingers are calloused, the roughness of his scars scraping against your skin.

He is beautiful, beautiful in the way all things cursed and deadly are, and you fear you are falling in love with him.

"I will never let them take you."

And you believe him.

· · ─────── ·♰· ─────── · ·

Diluc is almost finished packing, strapping the last case of blood vials into his belt with silence efficiency. Another buckle, and he’s about to stand up when a weight hurls atop him, knocking the Hunter forward ever so slightly as he turns to face the attacker currently curling themselves over his shoulder with a wail. Eileen’s stubby feet kick against his back and she pounds her fists into Diluc’s shoulder as she yells her grievances between tears.

“I don’t want you to go!” Another pout, but this time little sobs hiccup through, “No. No, I won’t let you!”

Diluc ruffles Eileen’s hair gently, scooping her off his shoulder and into his arms as he sets down his claymore to make room. “You never seemed to be this distraught over my leaving before, why the sudden worry?” She sniffles, shaking her head.

“You can’t go. Not this time.” But Eileen elaborates no further, only breaking into more tears when pressed.

You walk in on the two of them, watching Eileen sob into Diluc's shoulder. You frown. "I thought I told Edwin to keep an eye on her."

Diluc hums, nodding to the door behind you. "It’s no worry. Go and get your things ready, I'll watch her."

Every instinct urges you to stay and comfort your sobbing child, but Diluc insists quietly with his gaze, and you shut the door with a click. Without looking, Diluc feels your absence and promptly turns back to Eileen, softening his voice, although the tone rough and unpracticed.

"Little crow,” Diluc brushes back her black curls, and her tears along with it. “What's wrong?"

She sniffles, rubbing her eyes. "You can't leave me."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"You are!"

"Why do you think that?"

Eileen is silent, terribly so. Then, she whispers, "I'm scared."

“Why would you need to be scared when I’m here?” Diluc's brows knit together, and yet he continues to comfort her letting her tears soak into his cloak. The Hunter knows she’s not biologically your child, that none of the orphans are, but as he brushes tears from Eileen’s reddened eyes, he swears they look exactly like your own. So when he speaks these next words, he vows not just to her but to the reflection of you he sees within. “I vowed to protect you, all of you. Neither the gods nor men can take you all from me.”

And the stars listen.

By the time you’ve fully packed, begrudgingly adding Laurnce’s journey to your satchel, the rest of the children have come down the clinic to say their farewells too. Closing the door behind you, you embrace Alison and Edwin one last time, letting them join the Hunter and Eileen on the floor. Timmy crawls alongside his twin on Diluc’s lap, and the remaining children join the pair on the floor as silent sniffles and cries are muffled into fabric and hair. Diluc flinches at first, stiff at the center of it all, but comforts the children nonetheless.

You smile, kneeling with a scoff before wrapping your arms around them all. Farewells and sobs are muted from within the pile, and you feel your own eyes sting as you embrace them just a little tighter, and just a little longer.

And for a moment, despite the cold from the rotting city, you are warm.

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I got you

Pairing: kitsune!Wooyoung × owner!oc

Summary: Y'all this is my first time writing a hybrid fic. Bare with me 😭💀🗿🧍🏻‍♀️

Warning(s): the return of Ajax, Wooyoung's heat is intense, cumming inside (DO NOT DO THIS UNPROTECTED), tail pulling (Woo's into that shit), pillow humping, messy blowjobs, daddy kink, body worshipping, hair pulling, riding

Genre: Smut with plot

Nets: @blossomnet @mirohs-aurora-society

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Wooyoung watched as his friends were getting adopted one by one. He was happy for them, yet he was also sad since no one wanted him. As he curled his knees up to his chest, he heard the bell chime and another man enter the shop. His heart started beating wildly and he swore he fell in love.

He was tall, lean with a bit of broadness, had his black hair all messed up, and had his sleeves rolled up so Wooyoung could see the half sleeve on one of his forearms.

His tails started wagging as he stared at the ink on his arm.

The receptionist guided the man through the various hybrids still available and of course, Wooyoung was glossed over once again. It wasn't new to Wooyoung, but it still hurt. Before the receptionist could speak some more, the man spoke up.

"What about him?"

Wooyoung's heartrate accelerated as the man pointed to him. His ears perked up as he sat up straight.

"Um... I wouldn't recommend him, sir."

"And why is that? Huh?"

Wooyoung flinched when the man spoke harshly. He knew the anger wasn't directed towards him yet he couldn't help but feel scared.

"Because he's dangerous."

"I can be dangerous if you don't give me a valid reason."

"Sir -"

"My patience is wearing thin."

"He's a kitsune!"

A silence fills the air and Wooyoung felt his throat tighten as the man turned slowly to him.

"Hey you. Shift into your animal form."

Wooyoung obeyed immediately and shifted into his animal form. The man's breath hitched upon seeing the kitsune. His nine tails were spread out, his ears twitched, and his alluring red eyes stared at him with curiosity. He shifted back into a human and awaited the verdict.

"I want him. Final answer."

The receptionist bowed her head and walked over to the register to ring him up.

Minutes later, Wooyoung was standing in front of the man with a bag in his hands and big sparkling eyes.

"Are you adopting me, sir?"

The man's face softened and he smiled at the young kitsune as he nodded.

"Yup."

Wooyoung surged forward and hugged him tightly. The man returned the hug and kissed the side of his head.

"I'm Jung Wooyoung! Nice to meet you, sir!"

"Nice to meet you too. I'm Ajax."

---------------------------------------------------

That was three months ago.

Within those three months, Wooyoung has never felt more at home. Sure, Ajax was strict sometimes, but he wasn't like this every day. Wooyoung quickly learned that it was called 'tough love', and he was ok with it. Sometimes, the kitsune could be a little too cheeky for his own good so he was glad to have someone like Ajax humble and discipline him whenever he can.

Today was a cold day. The wind was blowing harshly, making some of the trees sway. People were holding onto their scarves and beanies as they all tried to rush home. The clouds were darkening, indicating that rain would come soon.

That didn't matter to Wooyoung though since he was sweating horribly and he was rutting against a pillow on the couch.

Quiet whimpers left his mouth as he moved his hips erratically. Those whimpers soon turn into moans that were getting louder and louder by the second. He was crying due to the unbearable pain and his body was growing warmer. He was so lost in his desperation that he didn't notice his owner coming home.

When Ajax closed the door behind him, he was immediately hit with the smell of dahlias and blood oranges. He dropped his suitcase on the floor, loosened his tie, took off his blazer, and unbuttoned the first two buttons of his dress shirt before walking over to his precious kitsune. He knelt down and brought the distraught hybrid's face closer to his so he could leave a searing kiss on his lips.

Wooyoung moaned out of relief into Ajax's mouth and shoved his tongue down his owner's throat as he tried to pull him closer. His strength caused Ajax to stand up slightly and fall on top of the kitsune. His tails wrapped around the owner's body and he pulled away to get a good look at him.

"D-Daddy..."

"Yeah? What do you need, baby?"

Wooyoung never called Ajax daddy unless it was during his heat.

"Need you... please~"

"Shh. I got you."

Wooyoung sighed in relief when Ajax kissed downwards starting from neck all the way down to his fully erected cock, which was poking through his boxers painfully. The kitsune giggled when his owner left light kisses all over his tummy. Those giggles soon turned into moans when Ajax palmed him through his boxers and yanked them down with ease.

"You know the drill, baby."

Wooyoung nodded and discarded his shirt and adjusted himself so he was laying down on his back. Ajax slowly grabbed the hybrid's cock and stroked him slowly as his lips lightly touched the base of it before slowly dragging them all the way to the tip.

"Please, daddy... please!"

Wooyoung yelped when he felt a smack on his inner thigh and a harsh tug on one of his tails. This caused a stream of slick to leak out of his hole and he felt himself blush out of embarrassment. Ajax simply chuckled.

"That ain't nothing to be ashamed of, baby. I told you that I got you."

Wooyoung sighed dreamily at the reassurance and watched with bated breath as Ajax slowly took him into his mouth slowly. He was left breathless as Ajax moved his head up and down slowly, his mouth open wide to elicit an occasional moan or whine whenever his tip hit the back of Ajax's throat.

He was glad Ajax was blessed with no gag reflex.

Wooyoung whimpered yet tried hard not to thrash around when Ajax took him in deeper and inserted a couple of fingers into his leaking hole. He looked up to see Ajax leave a strand of saliva on his cock whenever his owner needed to breathe for a bit before sinking his mouth back down.

Wooyoung grabbed Ajax's thick hair and tugged on it a bit, to which Ajax moaned at since he loved it whenever his kitsune had his hands in his hair. This caused him to go even faster and Wooyoung's moans rose in volume.

"Cumming! I'M CUMMING!"

Wooyoung vocalized his warning and Ajax merely smirked before going faster and faster so the kitsune can shoot his load down the man's throat. Wooyoung's mouth was still wide open when he felt himself release into his owner's mouth. Ajax swallowed everything and release Wooyoung's cock from his mouth before crawling upwards and kissing him straight on the lips again.

Wooyoung kissed him back and frantically tore off Ajax's tie before moving on to the rest of the buttons on his dresse shirt. He drooled at the sight of Ajax's bare upper body as the shirt was shrugged off. He reached for his belt and loosened that up before going over to his slacks and pulling down the zipper so he could whip out his owner's cock. Ajax laughed smoothly before grabbing Wooyoung's hands and pinning them above his head, to which he whined at.

"Daddy~"

"Have patience, baby."

Ajax adjusted both of their positions so he was sitting up and Wooyoung was straddling him after his slacks were pushed off and discarded.

"Ride me as much as you want. I got you."

Wooyoung nodded obediently and adjusted himself so he could sink down onto Ajax's massive dick. Wooyoung threw his head back and a high pitched moaned escaped his lips as he felt Ajax bottom out. He never felt so full even though they have fucked each other outside of the hybrid's heat.

Wooyoung soon started moving and both of them moaned when he moved up slowly and went back down quickly. The kitsune was moving at a medium pace yet Ajax was having none of it. He tugged on another one of his tails and Wooyoung hissed at the feeling. He got the silent message and willed himself to move faster.

"Fuck. I love you so much, Wooyoung. You're my precious kitsune. Fuck whoever always looked past you. You're mine. You're forever mine."

Wooyoung didn't respond properly to Ajax's heartfelt words as he felt his owner's lips kiss everywhere on his body. Ajax made sure he mapped out every inch of skin on his beautiful body. He wasn't one to leave marks yet he couldn't help but leave so many love bites and hickies all over the expanses of his tanned skin. As a result, Wooyoung brought Ajax closer to him. He wrapped his arms around his owner's neck, tangling his fingers into his hair once more. Ajax wrapped his own arms around the hybrid's waist and helped him bounce on his dick since the hybrid was growing tired. Chants of Ajax's name left Wooyoung's mouth and the man groaned in his ear.

"Fuck I'm cumming!"

"Cum inside! Daddy, please!"

"Fuck ok. I'm cumming. Shit!"

With one final thrust, Ajax emptied himself inside Wooyoung. He didn't stop until he was sure that everything was released. He slowly pulled out and chuckled when Wooyoung went limp and press all of his body weight onto him.

"Come on, Woo. Let's get you into a bath."

"Join me, J."

Wooyoung pouted and Ajax kissed his pouty lips before carrying his baby in his arms and walking into the bathroom so they could bathe together.

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