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arc-misadventures · 7 days ago

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Hey I have an idea for an AU I saw on YouTube a Guardian Beast au do you think you can pull this off

Lord of Beasts

Ozpin: Alright students... You are the lucky few who have been granted the powers of a, Spiritual Beast. Now, you've all come here to learn to control your powers. An untrained, Spiritual Beast Master can be a danger both to themselves, and others. So before we begin your lessons, please show us your, Spiritual Beast's.

Jaune: W-Wait... w-w-we gotta show our beasts...?! Why?!

Glynda: It is best if we know what your, Spiritual Beasts are so we may best help you learn to master their powers. Some, Spiritual Beasts require more precise training to master. As well we will know what dangerous those particular beast may entail.

Jaune: But, do we have to show you who they are...? I-I mean you know I have spiritual powers, why do I have to show you any more than that?

Glynda: For ours, and more importantly your safety, Mr. Arc. We need to prepare for whatever incidents may occur because of your, Spiritual Beasts powers.

Jaune: Curse you, and your sound, logical reasoning...

Ozpin: Alright, let us begin then... Ruby Rose?

Ruby: Sir!

Ozpin: Will you please summon your, Beast please?

Ruby: Okay!

Ruby put her hands together as a swirl of black clouds whirled around her, before she thrust them forward, a shouted her, Beasts name.

Ruby: Zwei! I summon you!

From within her shadow emerged a beast before darting around, Ruby, and appearing in front of her. What appeared was a silver, black wolf, who barked at the ensembled teachers.

Oobaleck: A Shadow Wolf? Impressive, Miss Rose.

Port: Ahh yes, we will have to teacher her all about shadow, and wind magic then. This shall be most exciting!

Ozpin: Well done, Miss. Rose. Now then, Miss Xiao Long?

Yang: On it!

Yang did the same as her little sister, and held out her hands, but instead of a black mist red flames flying in the wind swirled around her. She pushed her hands out, and shouted:

Yang: Come forth: Ember Celica!

A plume of fire appeared before, Yang, that flew up in the air, before a bird of fire landed on her out stretched arm.

Glynda: A phoenix... no, an, Eternal Flame Phoenix!

Ozpin: It's rare to see such a bird, since they are so passionate, and noble they rarely choose a master. Well done, Miss Xiao Long.

Yang: Thank you, Sir!

Ozpin: Alright, on to the next...

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Port: I must say we, have a most promising crop of, Spiritual Masters this year!

Peach: I must agree! We have a vast array of magic to be taught this year! I am especially looking forward to all the healing, Spiritual Beasts, and their masters I must teach this year.

Glynda: Yes, I am looking forward to teaching, Miss Schnee's, Nine Tail Fox, and Ms. Nikos's, Spiritual Dragon.

Port: I am looking forward to teaching, Miss Valkyrie's on how best to use the powers of her, Thunder Lion. Will you be teaching, Mr. Ren's, Shadow Tail Fox, and Miss. Belladonna's, Shadow Jaguar?

Oobaleck: Yes. As well as, Miss Rose's, Shadow Wolf.

Ozpin: Yes, this is looking to be a most promising year. But, before we start making schedules on these students lessons we have one more student to evaluate. So, then.. Mr. Arc?

Jaune: Y-Yes...?

Ozpin: Can you show us your, Spiritual Beast?

Jaune: Uhhh...?

Jaune looked over to the side, and then back to the, Headmaster Ozpin.

Jaune: No...?

Ozpin: Are... are you refusing to show us your, Spiritual Beast?

Jaune: Yes...?

Ozpin: You sound uncertain?

Glynda: Is something wrong, Mr. Arc?

Jaune pocked his fingers together, as he was nervously looked around.

Jaune: Kinda...?

Ozpin: What's wrong, Mr. Arc?

Jaune: ...

Jaune: She uhh... she doesn't want to come out...

Port: It doesn't want to come out?

Peach: No wait, 'she?'

Ozpin: So, your, Spiritual Beast doesn't want to be summoned?

Jaune: Uhh... no... She doesn't want to show herself...

OGPOP: ...

Ozpin: She... She doesn't want to show herself. Does that mean you’ve already summoned her?!

Jaune: ...

Jaune: Yes...?

OGPOP: WHAT?!

Glynda: You've already summoned your, Spiritual Beast?!

Port: How did we not see you summoning it?!

Oobaleck: How is it concealing it's presence?!

Peach: Why do you keep referring to it as a female?!

Ozpin: And, why doesn't it not wish to show itself?!

OGPOP: TELL US NOW!

Jaune recoiled in shock as his teachers all collectively bombarded with questions as they also shouted at him.

Jaune: ...?!

Jaune: Okay... I've only summoned her the one time...

Peach: Why only the one time?

Jaune: Because when I first summoned her, she just never left...

Peach: What?!

Port: To maintain a summoned, Spiritual Beast, consumes a persons. Aura, you must have a massive aura amount of aura to maintain a summon for... h-how long has your, Spiritual Beast been summoned, lad?

Jaune: I-I've only summoned her the first time, and that was when I was... four...

Oobaleck: F-Four...?!

Jaune: So, thirteen years...

Oobaleck: WHAT?!

Peach: You've kept a steady summoned, Spiritual Beast up for thirteen years?!

Jaune: Yes...?

Peach: THE HELL?!

Glynda: How vast is his aura?!

Oobaleck: Im... Immeasurable...?!

Ozpin: WHAT?!

Glynda: A-Answer the other questions, Mr. Arc...

Jaune: Okay... T-To answer your questions... Uhh... I call her a her because that's what she calls herself?

Peach: It self identifies?! That means she's a high class, Spiritual Beast... A very high class one...

Jaune: And, she's hiding her presence with her powers. And, she's doing it, because she... she doesn't want to show herself...

Jaune: More precisely... she doesn't want to show herself to you...

Jaune then pointed at, Ozpin as the group of teachers looked at one another then at, Ozpin who looked back at them, and shrugged his shoulders, before addressing, Jaune.

Ozpin: She does? But, why does your, Spiritual Beast not want to appear before me?

Jaune: Uhh...? Why don't you want, Headmaster Ozpin looking at you?

Jaune turned to look to his left, it seemed that he was looking at nothing, but they all assumed that he was talking to his, Spiritual Beast.

Jaune: H-He did what?!

Jaune: When did that happen?

Jaune: Two thousand years ago?!

Jaune: How is he...? He can reincarnate?!

Jaune's face when through a kaleidoscope of emotions until he stopped, and turned to look at, Ozpin while taking a step back.

Jaune: Why is this man allowed near children...?!

Everyone, from the teachers, the students, and their, Spiritual Beasts all stopped to stare at, Ozpin.

Glynda: Ozpin...?

Ozpin: Y-Yes... Glynda...?

Glynda: H-How does this, Spiritual Beast know you're the, Ageless Hermit...?

Ozpin: T-That's a good question... Mr. Arc... can you please tell your, Spiritual Beast to show itself...

Jaune looked to where they assumed his, Spiritual Beast was. They all looked at, Jaune before they saw his face fall.

Jaune: No... please don't make me say that...

Jaune: Because it's embarrassing, that's why!

Jaune looked to his silent companion, before his body slumped over as a defeated sigh escaped his lips. He then straightened out his back as he turned to addressed his teachers.

Jaune: May I present her majesty, the Lord of Beasts, the Matriarch of the First Born, and High Chancelloress of the Beastkin: The Oni Queen, Salem

One expected a flash of white light, a shimmer of silver to appear before them, but as fast as one could snap their fingers, Salem the Oni Queen appeared before them.

Everyone shouted in alarm as she suddenly appeared before them. Everyone's Spiritual Beasts suddenly bowed before her, Majesty. Some marveled in her beauty, others in her raw power, but out of everyone there, Ozpin wanted to be anywhere but where he was right now.

Ozpin: Ohh... Fuck...

Salem stared at everyone as she floated above the ground. Oobaleck, and his crazed scientific habits made him move closer to her with an out stretched hand. An action, Salem noticed as she scowled at his hand before floating behind, Jaune, and wrapping her arms around his neck, and pulling him into her sizeable chest.

Jaune: Yeah... So this is my, Spiritual Beast summon... Salem... The Oni Queen...

Glynda: Wha... but...?! Mr. Arc... How did you become...? How...?

Glynda's question was just a generalized question as to how all of this had happened.

Jaune: Oh well... I didn't have any friends as a kid... Everyone was mean to me, and didn't like me... And, I heard getting a, Spiritual Beast get's you a best friend forever! S-So I went to the local shrine in the woods near my home. And, I prayed for a friend, and... Salem appeared...

Glynda: R-Really...?

Peach: That seriously can't be how it happened...?

Port: Well, she is here so...?

Oobaleck: So you summoned a, Spirit Deity by accident? And, formed a contract with her...?

Jaune: Yeah... something like that...

Peach: What do you mean by that?

Jaune looked around nervously, before pulling off the fingerless glove on his left hand, and holding it up for all to see. Meanwhile, Salem showed of her left hand, and wiggled her fingers at them.

OGPOP: ...

OGPOP: WHAT?!

Glynda: You're married to a, Spirit Deity?!

Jaune: Technically we're engaged... but, we pretty much are...

Ozpin: And, how did this happen, Mr. Arc?

Jaune: Well we...?!

Jaune was about to answer when, Salem moved in front of him, and placed her finger on his mouth, while shaking her head. Salem then moved over to, Ozpin with a kind warm smile across her face. While, Salem exuded warmth, and love, Ozpin started to shake in absolute fear, that fear only grew as she held up a hand in front of his face.

Ozpin: Please be gentle...?

Salem smiled as she shook her head, and flicked, Ozpin on the head, sending him flying through the walls of, Beacon Academy until he was falling into, Forever Falls.

Everyone watched in stunned amazement as, Sale effortlessly sent, Ozpin flying. Glynda was the first to speak, as she addressed the, Oni Queen.

Glynda: D-Do I want to know why she did that to him...?

Jaune: No... No you do not...

Glynda: Okay...

Port: Well... we certainly have plenty of question to ask about... all of this. But, I must say we'll certainly have the most interesting school year this year

Glynda: Yeah...

Glynda turned to see, Salem, the Oni Queen affectionally rub her cheek against, Jaune's.

Glynda: That's one way to say it...

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ldysmfrst · 7 months ago

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American Mate (9) - Shadows of the Past (M)

Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 9 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 10,985

Work count for Story: 56,267

Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine

A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children, one of whom has special needs and the other loves everyone. I currently am not working because of a broken foot. I started a Patreon, and I would be grateful if you donated to help me make ends meet while I am out of work.

Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, m/m, and m/f/m. This chapter does have pack dynamics, comfort, Alpha Space, Luna vibes, close proximity, multiple scenting, M/M mature scenes, good boy, and feisty Beta vibes.

SIDE NOTE: This is my first time writing second-base smut into a story. 💜💜💜

This chapter has a mature scene between BTS members. If you want to avoid this scene, at the start and end of the spicy part of the scene, the following banner will be displayed:

BTS HYBRID ANIMAL TYPES: Seokjin - Roan Ferret, Yoongi - Black Jaguar, Hoseok - Marten, Namjoon - Alaskan Timber Wolf, Jimin - Red Panda, Taehyung - White Southwest African Tiger, Jungkook - Flemish Giant Rabbit

AMERICAN MATE MASTER LIST / LDYSMFRST MASTER LIST

“Genevie Rose Elisey,” You growl out her name, step forward, and pull out of Yoongi’s tail’s hold on you. All eyes snap to you—well, all eyes except the little omega, who drops her eyes and scrunches her nose at the twist of your scent. You stalk forward and grip the back of her neck as if she were a kitten, scruffing her. Your scent has gone from sweet peas to something akin to lemons, almost acidic. The change in scent alerts your pack that you are not playing around.

However, the scent and display of Dominance causes a mix of reactions from the Alphas. Everyone here would be remiss in not recognizing who is in charge, which does something to them. Namjoon and the rest have seen you upset, but this… this is something else.

While the Prime Alpha is concerned about the Omega, not knowing what she had done to result in this type of reaction from you, he cannot pull his eyes away from how you hold yourself. It’s like you are taller and more assertive.

Yoongi’s Alpha slams to the forefront when he sees you scruff the Omega. The feline mothering behaviors pull deeply at the primal aspect of the jaguar hybrid. His mind runs with thoughts of you scruffing cubs, but not just any cubs, his cubs. Shaking his head, Yoongi does his best to clear his mind and stay in the present; you are not his—yet.

Jimin is just lost. He has spent the least amount of time with you out of the Bangtan pack. He has mostly been observing you and your interactions with his already-bonded mates. This Dominant, in-charge side of you is new and instinctively intriguing.

“Luna, I only meant to ensure they understood,” Evie says softly, trying not to offend you further. When the hybrid pack title is used, the three Alphas exchange glances of shock before settling their sights on you.

“It is not your place to remind others of something that happened when you were present during the event. In private, between our pack members, you can defend, rant, rave, and threaten all you want to,” you look to Derek.

“Both of you have always been able to protect the pack in emergencies and express yourselves freely in the packhouse. However, I feel that you both may have lost where the line of respect is when it comes to individuals outside of the pack who hold importance,” you scold. “You both realize these three Alphas hold the key to my survival?”

“Luna, we do. Honest, we meant only to support our pack and defend you, our Luna, in your territory,” Derek says, bearing more of his neck in submission as the acidic smell consumes your sweetness.

Gesturing to the Alphas in the room, “If any of these three or their mates are offended…”

“One word,” your voice drops deep and gravelly. “One word is all it takes from either of you, from me, and your Luna would be without a job, without a home. Then where would we be?”

Once your words are spoken, it takes a breath for both family pack members to shrink farther down in submission. Neither one had considered that you could be fired for something they did or didn’t do.

That is why you are the pack’s Luna. Typically, the Beta and Omega must deal with customers or clients who are Alphas, but they only have to deal with them for short amounts of time. Your contract with the Bangtan Pack was not going to be short. Realizing that they must treat the other pack as a pack, not a customer, dawns on them.

More than ever, Derek wishes he understood why the Bangtan Pack took this path with you rather than the typical courting method. Maybe one day, he can find out.

“You will not threaten Alpha guests or ANY guest in our packhouse. I know you are protective of me, both of you are, but I am an adult and the Luna of this pack,” you move closer to the munchkin hybrid.

“Thank you for your kind yet oversharing words, Omega. But you must apologize to them for planning to neuter them,” you demand.

“Luna Y/n,” Jimin calls your attention quickly. The sound of him using your family pack title pulls at something profound and instinctual within you.

“I think Your Omega is right, Luna,” says Jimin softly. “I think she is right about a few things.”

He pauses to collect his thoughts, which are running everywhere now that he has watched your eyes darken as you correct the misstep of your pack member and dilate at the use of the Luna title. His Alpha is coming forward for the first time since he has been in your presence. Jimin’s Alpha is watching you closely and is keenly interested.

“Respectfully, Luna, we are starting a mile behind because we never saw you coming. Not everyone in Bangtan Pack has connected to our Miss Y/n in the same way, which is no one's fault. It means that some of us, mainly me, have more than a mile to get things right,” comments Jimin.

“Jimin, you really...” You are cut off when Jimin gently takes your free hand and pulls you towards him, careful of the brace. Dropping the scruff on the munchkin hybrid, she backs away and curls into the Beta.

“Let me finish, Luna, please,” Jimin begs, to which you nod, your breath caught in your throat. “This whole situation, mates– playmates, came oddly, and we really should do things right by you.”

Taking your other hand, he says, “I want to do things right by you. I want to do the right things with you. I know you can’t smell our scents, but we meant what we said last night.”

“We all want to do things right by you, Princess,” says Yoongi supportively.

“Miss Y/n, I came here for a reason,” Jimin says as his thumbs rub gently over your knuckles.

“I wanted to meet your family pack and reassure them that we are going to treat you right, take care of you like one of our own, spoil you silly, and support you endlessly,” he says shyly.

Quickly glancing at Namjoon, Jimin focuses back on you, “Each mate wants to spend a day with you—just you. We will take the time to be with you. So that we can learn who you are and show you who we really are.”

Your eyes are glassy, and your scent is losing some of the acid as he continues, “Will you grant us the honor to take you out? Allow us the pleasure of getting to know each other on a personal level, Luna?”

Looking between the three Alphas before you and then at your pack family, you found hopeful eyes and gentle smiles. Settling your eyes back on the red panda hybrid, you answer, “Yes, I would like that.”

Namjoon and Evie stood in the kitchen. Evie cleaned up from baking the cookies, and Namjoon avoided everything as much as he could. This seemed to amuse Evie to no end. No animosity could be seen or smelt between the two.

Jimin took the time to speak with Derek while sitting on my bed. You were pretty sure that they were practically interviewing each other. That or Jimin was trying to learn more about you through your Beta. Derek looked like he was having a serious conversation and was concerned about what he was saying.

You, however, had gone out onto the small balcony to get some fresh air. Emotions running amok:

The shock of the unexpected guests. The embarrassment of Evie’s declarations. The fear of retaliation from the Alphas for those same words. The flutters of your heart at the reorganization of your status by Jimin. The ease of the kind words of the Alphas.

“Is there a reason why the pack Luna has come outside?” asks a voice as someone joins you outside.

“Yoongi,” you breathe out, trying to suppress a shudder at the use of your pack titles again. “I am sorting myself. So much has happened this week. I am not sure it has sunk in yet.”

Walking up behind you, he grips the railing on each side of you, effectively caging you in. Resting his chin on your shoulder, breathing in your scent as it has settled back into sweet pea and vanilla.

“Is there anything that can help?” he asks quietly.

“You three are not offended by Evie's words, right? Or by how I acted, even though I am not a hybrid?” You say, still looking over the street below.

A gentle scoff is heard before he answers, “Your feisty Omega thinks highly of her Luna; your Beta does as well. I am not sure you remember everything from the breakroom, but your Beta expressed similar concerns to us back then. Your pack is concerned for you, as any pack would be of their capable Luna.”

You chuckle softly, “Yes, that they are. They always have been. I feel like I am letting them down with my issues. Like I am not strong enough for the position they have given me.”

“They wouldn’t be able to follow you as their Luna if they didn’t trust you to lead them. Now, as far as your actions.” Yoongi’s voice deepens.

His nose runs along the shell of your ear, leaving hot puffs as he breathes, “Your actions were a sight to see, Luna.”

Stepping closer to you, his hands resting on your hips and making your back flush with his front. His heat pours into you as you feel yourself instinctively relax slowly into him.

“So, seeing a human do that wasn't offensive?” you ask, just to be sure.

“Offensive is not the word I would use for it,” Yoongi says. His tone sounds amused as he raises his hand, trailing it along your body, lightly covering your throat to grip your chin.

Turning your face to his, he lets out a purr that vibrates your whole body. His nose runs along yours. “Intriguing, captivating, and alluring would be better words to describe how your actions made us feel.”

He scents your cheek with his as he whispers in your ear, “Did you think scruffing the young Omega feline would do nothing for my Alpha, Princess?”

Your mind runs scenarios through your head of what you would want him to do to you in response to your actions, such as Yoongi’s lips on your neck or his teeth leaving marks on your skin. Your breath becomes difficult as your body lightly shudders at his words. You try fighting your reaction the best you can, nails digging into your palm.

You want to lean into his touch more than you already have, but your mind screams that you can’t—not with the knowledge that he has mates, and some of those mates are just on the other side of the sliding glass door.

“I didn’t… I wasn’t…” Finding your words is complicated when his scent of rain washes over you. In your mind, you keep chanting that the closeness means nothing; it’s a hybrid thing.

No, this must be an Alpha hybrid thing.

Alpha Hybrid thing.

“I know, Princess. You were being a proper Luna. Too bad Jungkookie isn’t here. I would like to see him hold back like the rest of us are,” he says, stepping back. His eyes are drawn to the glass door and his mates on the other side.

“Hold back?” You question, turning around and following his gaze into your flat. Your eyes connect with those of Jimin’s.

“I think he would like a word in private with you, Princess,” Yoongi says as he goes inside without looking back. He harshly whispers something to Jimin, who nods with his eyes never leaving yours.

“Sorry to disturb your time with Yoongi-hyung, Luna. May I join you?” He asks while remaining inside the flat.

“Of course, Jimin. You weren’t… ah, you weren’t disturbing anything,” you smile softly, willing for the heat of whatever that was with Yoongi to go away with the breeze.

“Thank you, Luna.” You giggle at his use of your title, which causes Jimin to look confused. You wave your good hand in front of you as you smile brightly.

“You guys don’t need to call me Luna. They only use it when they are in trouble,” you explain, hoping to get him and the others to stop using it.

“Oh. Umm… I didn’t want to disrespect you in your packhouse. With your powerful display of strength and the level of respect and honor you require of your pack, I would only want to support that,” Jimin states as a matter of fact and not question.

“Thank you, Jimin.” Looking at him seriously, I say, “I hope none of you were offended. I know Yoongi said that none of you are but still.”

“No need to worry. None of us were offended,” confirms the red panda hybrid. Jimin walks over to the railing and looks at the sky. “Do you want to know what Yoongi-hyung said to me?”

Moving to stand beside him respectfully, keeping your distance, you say, “Only if you feel comfortable telling me.” Your response pulls a soft smile from him.

“He told me; he demanded me to find a way to connect with you,” he says, taking a deep breath, allowing your vanilla mate and sweet pea scent to give him the strength to continue. His sweet orange scent started to mix with Yoongi’s rain.

“What did Manager Sejin tell you about our last Playmate? Did he say anything about how she left or what she said?” he asks, glancing over quickly.

Standing up straighter, the question catches you off guard, “He didn’t go into great detail. He did say that she was a permanent Playmate but found love in a human and broke her contract; however, she said some not-so-nice things.”

Smirking non-playfully, Jimin says, “That’s how the PR department told us to say it. We can say enough to answer questions but not enough to tell what really happened.”

After a few moments pass, Jimin turns to face you directly. You follow his lead, giving Jimin your full attention. Your soul is willing Jimin to find his calm and strength to continue.

“Jimin, I would rather hear it directly from you or your mates if any of you wanted to share, but I am also satisfied with only knowing what I do,” you reassure him that silence on the topic is an option.

“Hobi and Yoongi-hyung never got along with any of the playmates. The rest of the pack could always get along with practically anyone. We should have known that something wasn’t right when Alpha Kook didn’t like her from the beginning. Even then, she was with us for about three years,” he begins.

“I think she was around for so long because of me. I grew attached to her deeper than anyone else did. I even took her home when we had some time off. My former owner and family pack were shocked that I brought home someone other than a mate with me,” Jimin says with disdain.

Looking around, Jimin’s eyes hold an element of guilt as he says, “We never did anything. I never cheated on Bangtan, but I still feel like a part of me fell for her in a way.”

“Not every mate is a soulmate like you and Bangtan are, Jimin,” you quietly add.

He chuckles and shakes his head, “True. Hybrids do have packs with non-soulmate-bonded mates. Typically, these are caused by a strong connection with them, but again, it is rare, nearly unheard of, for that deep connection to be with a human.”

“Oh, I see. Evie and I are practically sisters, which I feel is a version of a soulmate. Then Derek came along, and I felt like I found a piece of me that I never knew was missing. Now, he is a member of the pack,” you comment, trying to find a way to explain what you mean.

“I thought she might be something like that with you,” you say, looking inside and watching your pack laughing with the other two Alphas.

“Oh no. The pack you have gathered, Luna, is one of a kind. I am in awe of the connection they have with you. You are different with them,” Jimin says with genuine awe.

“Different? Oh no. This is me.” You giggle, then add, “You have seen professional and pained versions of me. Honestly, I tend to react on instincts or gut feelings. I have no filter. I have a passion for my friends and family.”

Biting your bottom lip, you continue, “Genevie was right about what she said. I tend to put those things or people important to me before myself. I have always struggled with my mental health, but I am a total goof and geeky nerd. You will see; you all will.”

“I struggled with some depression back in 2018,” Jimin admits, bringing his attention back to you. “I was still struggling with it until, gosh… 2020.”

“Seul-ki, the Playmate, was contracted on January 17, 2019.” Sighing, Jimin continues, “Looking back, I think she knew the pack was not accepting her. She clung to me for security through my insecurities.”

Your heart breaks at his story. Stepping closer, you rest your hand on his arm, trying to offer any modicum of support, saying, “They say hindsight is 20/20, but that doesn’t mean what she did was right or that you didn’t mean something to her.”

Looking at your hand on his arm, a soft smile graces his face. After taking a few moments to be in the moment with you and accept your support, he places his hand on top of yours.

“That wasn’t the worst part,” Clearing his throat, wetting his now dry lips, he huffs before continuing. “I am unsure, but BigHit believes she might have broken her contract and shared private information. Seul-ki fell in love with a reporter from Dispatch. We think they met while he was tailing us like they always do.”

Pausing momentarily, Jimin swallows and adds, “To top it off, when she left, she said some things that tore at our souls. We, ah… we made her skin crawl when our animals would come out. It was disgusting to see such handsome men turn into such filthy animals.”

You quickly pull Jimin into a hug, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and your face buried in his neck. You are stunned by how hateful Seul-ki was to them.

Warm tears fall down your face and wet his neck, pulling a soft whine from him as he returns the hug. His arms wrap around your waist. You have always been emotional to others getting bullied because of your past.

“Sorry, Jimin. I am so sorry. Humans are mean and stupid. She shouldn’t have said that. How can anyone say that? Something so barbaric,” you mumble into his neck.

“It’s okay, Y/n,” Jimin says while rubbing soothing circles on your back.

Leaning back, you wipe your face of the wet streaks, “You are so strong to come to PMS and look for another Playmate. Then you go and get stuck with me.”

“I know we take a risk when bringing in a playmate. I was finally trying to get past what happened,” he pauses, searching your eyes. “I wasn’t ready to find you, and I am sorry that I kept away from you, but my Alpha got scared of my mates' reaction to you.”

“Please don’t worry about me.,” you plead with tear-filled, caring eyes. “You can show me as much or as little of you without any negative consequences from me. You don’t have to get any closer to me than you want to.”

It's then that you realize you are engulfing the poor red panda. Lowering your arms, you say, “I’m sorry,” and take a step back, only to be stopped by Jimin’s arms holding you tighter. “Jimin?”

“Just give us a second, please,” Jimin’s voice comes out as a rough whisper.

Relinquishing your attempt at distancing yourself, you rest your arms around his shoulders again and watch him map out every inch of your face.

Being similar in height, you are eye to eye, allowing you to see his eyes' chestnut brown start to bleed through the whites and deepen into a darker reddish color.

Your breath catches in your throat, “Alpha Chim.”

A playful smile blooms on his face with a soft grunt, “Luna.”

The sound of your tiles coming from Alpha Chim feels like a wave of electricity falling over you, “Welcome to my packhouse, Alpha Chim.”.

“Smell of Yoon,” says Alpha Chim with a smirk.

“Yes, Alpha Yoon was with me before you came out. He scented me before going inside with your Prime Alpha and the rest of my pack. Is that okay, Alpha?”

“Mate scent, okay,” he says, raising his hand and almost cupping your face. “May I?”

“Yes, Alpha Chim,” you reply, tilting your head to expose your neck and closing your eyes. You have never been so thankful for wearing the sweetheart peasant shirt.

Alpha Chim takes his time tracing your jawline and the outline of your ear. Then, as his fingers go down your neck to find your pulse point, he takes hold. He has a firm but comforting grip and massages your neck and shoulder.

Now you can smell it, oranges. With Yoongi’s lingering scent, this is how you would envision the smell of an orchard full of ripe oranges after a spring shower.

After a moment, his hand drops, but before you can straighten, you feel him move again. This time, he brings his nose to scent your skin where his hand was—finding the blend of Yoongi, your, and his scent.

His warm breaths on your skin snap your eyes open, only to find you now have an audience. Pushing the Alpha away from you, he slowly releases you as he notices your sights are behind him.

“Princess. Jimin-ah. It's about time we head back to Bangtan’s packhouse,” Yoongi says with a knowing smile. Namjoon is standing behind him, questioning eyes trained on Jimin.

You nod and look at the Alpha holding you, and you are met with chestnut eyes, “Jimin?”

“Got it, Hyung.” He says, dropping his hold on you altogether. His posture has gone slightly stiff, but you don’t know if it's because his scenting was interrupted or something else.

Evie had packed up the remaining cookies to be taken back to the rest of Bangtan.

Derek and Jimin took your packed belongings to the waiting vans.

Namjoon and Yoongi, clad in bucket hats and masks, went with you to talk with the manager about your absence. They were unwilling to let you do it alone, something about potential confrontation and protection.

The building manager was a gentle older man who always greeted everyone with a smile and wanted to share some treats when he had visitors. Today, it was butterscotch chews, one of your favorites.

After explaining the change in your job description and the requirement to be temporarily housed elsewhere, the manager said he would watch your flat. He also suggested that you put a temporary disruption of water, power, and gas utilities.

After additional planning, Evie stayed behind to load your plants into her car to care for at her house. Jimin and Yoongi went in one van to head back to the Airbnb.

Namjoon, Derek, and you went in the other direction to take Derek home since he carpooled with Evie. You weren’t entirely sure why he couldn’t just carpool back, but maybe the plants taking up too much space in Evie’s car had something to do with it.

“Prime Alpha, how do you think your pack will handle the dating Y/n?” Derek asks bluntly.

Apparently, the plants had nothing to do with his persistent need to hitch a ride with you and the Prime Alpha. Internally, you groan at your pack's bluntness and wonder why they have taken an informal approach to the Bangtan pack. It's like they are testing, but you have no idea whether they are testing you or Bangtan.

“Derek!” you say, shocked. “They are not dates. They are outings to get to know each other. You know very well that they are a mate-bonded pack. You’re writing our contract!”

“Yes, I am well aware of your contract. I am also aware they left out their standard rut clause, and both sides still require a full physical with inclusive testing.” He responds, rolling his eyes, “but that doesn’t explain how they will react to their non-dating dates with you.”

“Mr. Gulley, I understand your concern for your Luna,” Namjoon interjects. “Spending time individually with our previous playmates was normal because that is what any playmate is for. We also go out in pairs or small groups for outings.”

Thinking momentarily, he continues, “The pack discussed it throughout today, and everyone is on the same page. We understand that some of us, such as Yoongi-hyung, have connected with your Luna on an instinctual level.”

“Others have expressed wanting that same level of connection with her,” he says, his eyes focused on you. “Jungkook, Seokjin-hyung, and now Jimin-ah have already started trying to connect. So far, no one has shown any signs of territorial dominance over your Luna.”

“Territorial dominance?” you ask. Internally, you remind yourself not to melt at the continued use of your Luna title.

Derik answers, “Evie gave us a wonderful display today of how Omegas and Betas are protective of the pack or packhouse. However, Luna, imprinting or becoming territorial towards a single pack member, is common with Alphas. This can cause the remaining pack members to need permission to interact with the chosen member.”

“But I am not in their pack.” Looking at Namjoon, “I am not a member of your pack, Prime Alpha. Right?”

“Technically, you are not at this point. We cannot officially bring you into the pack, even as a temporary member, until the contract is finalized after your medical appointments,” Namjoon says, attempting to withhold his disdain for having you continue to think everything is temporary.

“Temporary pack member. You want me to be a temporary pack member. Are such things as temporary members? Can I be in two packs like that? What would I be in Bangtan Pack? I can’t be Luna to a pack of Alphas! Derek, what will happen to our pack?” you ask, starting to panic slightly because this is not what you expected.

“The family pack with Evie and I will remain with you as our Luna. Nothing will ever change that. We will always have a place for you. While you are busy with your other pack, the leader tends to fall to the next in line: me,” answers Derek.

“Are you okay with that? Evie and you fight like cats and dogs… well, cats and foxes. You are also an amazing Beta and always take good care of her. You took care of both of us when we needed it. You also have Mathew, who can help if needed, I suppose,” you ramble as your mind starts to try and solve fires that don’t even have fuel.

“Not to worry. I will be fine, Luna. Evie and I talked about it briefly when you were on the balcony. We will have dinner tomorrow with Mathew to settle a few things,” answers Derek with a smile.

“Okay, you can always call me, though. I am still here,” you reassure him. “When are my appointments and the final meeting to sign the contract?”

“Ah, yes,” Derek says, pulling out his phone. “Your medical appointment is tomorrow morning at 9:30 at the Bangtan Packhouse, and the contract signing is two days later at PMS, but the time hasn’t been confirmed yet.”

“Once the contract is completed with the Bangtan pack, you will gain access to the pack’s group and individual schedules. As to where you will fit within the pack dynamic, that is something you will have to feel out as the pack gets to know you and you to know them,” says Derek, ending this comment with a stern look at Namjoon.

“Oh, good… Y/l/n pack is settled, and time will tell with Bangtan pack,” you sarcastically summarize because you only solved half of your concerns. Leaning back, you look outside at the world speeding by. Your mind wonders how much this would work out over the next few weeks.

Shaking his head, he says, “No, but I couldn’t… no, I didn’t want to stop.”

“What do you mean?” Yoongi asks with concern.

“I came with Namjoon-hyung to learn more about her,” explains Jimin. “I thought that being in her packhouse would be able to show me something. But the closer we got to her flat, the more restless my Alpha got.”

Jimin pauses to take a deep breath. “Then, when she went from Miss Y/n to Luna, I felt her energy, prowess, and dominance, which intrigued my Alpha. He kept pushing to call her Luna to see her reaction repeatedly.”

“The lemon of her scent when she was in her Luna mode mixed so well with my orange. Then add on her natural sweet pea, your petrichor, hyung’s leather, and the vanilla mate scent,” groans Jimin. “It was so much. I can’t describe it.”

“Oh no, I get that. Trust me. My Alpha and I both reacted to her ‘little’ show. That is why I followed her outside. We had to be near her, get my hands on her, scent her. It’s irritating that she doesn’t recognize the mate scent and bonds forming yet,” Yoongi reminisces.

“But, Jimin-ah, what happened when the two of you were alone?” Yoongi asks, moving to the bench instead of the captain’s chair.

Once settled, Jimin lies down, his head in the older Alpha’s lap, “I told her about Seul-ki.”

A soft gasp of shock comes from Yoongi. Immediately, the younger alpha is covered in soft rain, followed by fingers running through his hair.

“She cried for us. She apologized for what Seul-ki did. She promised I could stay away, and she would be okay with it,” Jimin says softly.

The weight of your words made his chest tight, “My Alpha came out and scented her, Hyung. He accepted her declarations but got skittish when you came to get us.”

“Sorry to have interrupted that moment for you, Minnie,” apologized the jaguar hybrid. “I know it's been a while since your Alpha has initiated scenting with anyone.”

“I don’t understand it, hyung,” whines Jimin. “It’s like… my heart is everywhere, and my mind is trying to keep up after staying away.”

Yoongi watches the silent tears start to fall from his mate's eyes. Hooking a hand under Jimin’s neck and lifting, Yoongi leans down and softly kisses away the tears.

Jimin’s eyes flutter at the feeling of Yoongi’s lips on his skin. The jaguar's soft purr is heard as his kisses start covering the younger mate’s face.

Opening his eyes, Jimin cups Yoongi’s face, which pauses his kisses. “Yoongi-hyung, please.”

“I got you, my Minnie love,” Yoongi says as he leans down, lightly brushing his lips over Jimin’s.

A soft whine leaves Jimin before he moves to be more in Yoongi’s lap. His knees are curled against the back of the bench seat, and he is chest-to-chest with the jaguar. Yoongi continues to leave almost phantom kisses on Jimin’s lips.

Once settled, Jimin rests one hand on Yoongi’s chest, his other hand sliding around to the back of Yoongi’s head with another whine.

“What is it you want, my Minnie love? Use your words,” Yoongi teases with a slight nip to Jimin’s lower lip.

“Alpha, help settle my… my everything. Mate, Alpha, kiss me, please,” Jimin begs, gripping the older Alpha with both hands.

“Hmm, there is my good boy,” Yoongi smiles, tightening his grip on Jimin’s neck and securing his other hand on the younger man’s thigh.

Jimin instinctually tenses. After all, he is still an Alpha, and being trapped isn’t normal. Breathing in for a few seconds, Jimin connects with their personal mate bond. It is almost instantaneous, and the younger man sighs in relief and relaxes into the security his mate’s hold provides.

Once that change happens, Yoongi kisses Jimin, grounding Jimin’s thoughts and feelings away from what has happened in the last week, bringing him to the here and now.

Yoongi’s scent fills Jimin’s every breath.

Yoongi’s body heat penetrates Jimin’s very core.

Yoongi’s mouth pulls to be Jimin’s sole focus.

Yoongi matches the intensity of the kiss and attempts to follow erratic Jimin's pace. As turned on as he was at Y/n’s display as Luna, he knows this is not about him.

When Jimin licks at the seam of Yoongi’s mouth, he immediately gives in, allowing the young Alpha to explore and try to find some form of control. Jimin's taste is beautiful, and the feel of his tongue tangling with Yoongi’s is mesmerizing.

However, Jimin doesn’t want to be in charge. He wants the older Alpha to put him in his place. So, he changes tactics, sucking not so gently on Yoongi’s tongue, pulling a groan from the older mate. With that delicious sound, Jimin knows he won't stay passive much longer.

After seven years of learning the meaning behind every noise, scent change, and muscle movement, playing each other like a fiddle isn't hard.

One more harsh suck of Yoongi’s tongue, matched with a tug of his hair, causes the elder Alpha’s hands to grip tightly, and his hips jerk up, aching for some friction.

Pulling away from Yoongi, Jimin says in a sultry voice, “Something wrong, Alpha?”

“No, but I think you might want to ask yourself that,” Yoongi smirks. Quickly, he uses the grip on his neck to angle Jimin’s body to lay across his lap, with his back resting against the side of the van.

Confusion furrows Jimin’s brow, “What do you…Ahhh!” Jimin’s thoughts are cut off at the feel of Yoongi palming his growing erection.

Cupping Jimin’s length through his tight, dancing pants, Yoongi slowly moves his hand up and down. Relishing every twitch of the younger mate’s member.

When God created Jimin as a short man, it was because someone added inches to the wrong leg. Out of the mates, Jimin was unmatched in length.

Paying attention with a tighter grip at the head, “What was that, Minnie?”

“Alpha... Ahh... aaalphha,” whines Jimin as he starts to rut into Yoongi’s hand. M…mooore please, Alpha.” Any dominance or control the younger mate thought he had from before was lost in the waves of pleasure Yoongi granted Jimin.

Glancing out the dark-tinted windows, Yoongi is starting to recognize some of the surroundings, meaning they are close to the packhouse. “You think you can finish before we get to the packhouse, Minnie? Will you be a good boy and give me your release?”

“Yes, yes, Alpha. Please let me, Alpha. I’m a good boy, please,” whines Jimin.

“Mmm… I do love it when you are my good boy. Asking so politely,” Yoongi says as quickens his speed, which causes the red panda to groan unapologetically.

The graceful bend of his cock barely keeps the young mate's impressive length below his waistband. A damp spot starts to form on Jimin’s pants from the pre-cum steadily leaking out.

The sight is making Yoongi’s mouth water. Seokjin may have an oral fixation, but it was Yoongi with tongue technology. The jaguar hybrid’s textured tongue was a bonus for his mates when his desire to drink them dry took over.

A brief moan escapes Yoongi at the thought of what you would taste like and how you would react to the feel of his tongue on your skin and in your various depths. A high-pitched whine from the panda in his lap brings Yoongi back to his current task.

Changing his rhythms, Yoongi brings Jimin closer to his goal, their aroused scent growing thick in the air. Yoongi makes a note to compensate the driver for his discretion and for taking an extra-long route back.

Slipping his hand down to play with Jimin’s taught balls. “Ohh, Minnie,” coos Yoongi as he squeezes them. “My good boy is sooo heavy. You’re so full. Have you been saving it for me? Hmm, my good boy?”

While Yoongi may be playing the young Alpha’s body like a pro, it’s Yoongi’s words that bring Jimin into a headspace of comfort and grounding. Purring the words out, Yoongi says, “Good boy. Such a good boy for me. Saving everything for me. How I wish to swallow you all up, but that will have to be for another time.”

Glancing up one more time, Yoongi can see the packhouse gate. With a firm squeeze, Yoongi palms Jimin with a tempo fast enough that Jimin can only go along for the ride. His muscles strain to hold on just a little longer as the coil in his abdomen winds tighter.

His whines and pleas are like music to Yoongi’s ears as variations of Alpha, too much, don’t stop, good boy, and please fire off in random order from Jimin. His body is taught as he holds on for dear life, curling into himself as he builds higher and higher.

Yoongi solely focuses on the pleasure displayed on Jimin’s face. He encourages the red panda to lose himself in the heat of the moment, praises him for being such a good boy, and always reminds the young mate that Yoongi has him.

At the sound of silence followed by a gasp, Yoongi knows Jimin is right there, waiting for his Alpha like a good boy.

Tilting Jimin’s head back and into his shoulder, Yoongi growls one command before biting over Jimin’s mating mark, “Cum.”

The reaction is immediate and without thought. Jimin lets out a high-pitched whine with his back bowed as he gives Yoongi his release. Rutting against the older man’s palm, he rides out his high, giving everything to the older mate as a good boy should.

“Look at you. Such a good, messy boy cumming for me,” Yoongi says, his eyes now admiring the sizable dark patch showing on Jimin’s pants. “I think you deserve a reward for being such a good boy. Don’t you agree, my Minnie love?”

“Yes, please. Good boy for Alpha.” Jimin huffs between breaths, his unfocused eyes searching Yoongi’s face for what to do next.

Namjoon may be the Prime Alpha, but Yoongi was one of the Dominants in the pack when it came to different forms of pleasure. Yoongi has set rewards and aftercare requirements for all his mates.

“When we finish parking, you will wait for your reward in my den. Understood?” instructs Yoongi softly, running his hands over Jimin’s thigh and massaging his neck.

“Yes, Alpha,” breathes out the younger mate, still aching for more.

The food smelled divine but spicy, which worried you because spice was definitely not your thing. However, you were reassured that only a little over half of the food was spicy because Taehyung couldn’t handle spiciness either.

Once at the packhouse, Seokjin helped Namjoon bring your bags and dinner inside, allowing you to carry only your purse. You were surprised that Yoongi or Jungkook were not waiting for you. You need to get used to not monopolizing their time starting now. By reminding yourself that they have a house full of mates who also need some of their attention, you attempt to push any negative feelings away.

Going into what would officially be your room by the end of the week, you looked around and imagined what you would do with it. It’s not like it's permanent-permanent, but still, having a plant or some books. Maybe photos of your pack would be lovely.

Agh, first you have to do something with the bed. You were given a lot of pillows and blankets, but they were piled in various ways. It would be what your mom would call “a down-right mess.” Letting out a deep sigh of sadness, you started to rearrange everything. Putting things back into what would be considered a proper bed by laying the pillows at the top and smoothing the blankets as flat as possible with one good hand.

Growing up in a family that insisted on perfection, you always hated making your bed in the mornings. However, keeping your room clean and having a 5-star hotel-looking bed helped overshadow some of your shortcomings.

Your friends in Colorado were always impressed with your cleanliness, which was a point of pride and joy for your mother. One of the few things your mother would praise you about was a spotless bed and awards from horseback riding competitions.

Once you moved to California, Evie and her siblings never understood why your mother would yell about your bedding habits. You always tried to brush it off and avoided having sleepovers at your place because of it.

“Y/n?” The sound of your name being called pulls you from your thoughts as you look at the doorway to find Hoseok.

“Hi, Hoseok-ssi. Did you have a good day today?” you ask, pulling the duvet just an inch farther down.

“Hi. Yeah. Just got some new things this Airbnb didn’t have for the pack.” Looking around you with concern, he questions, “Are you going somewhere?”

“Umm… no, well, the dining room in a moment,” you answer, looking around to ensure you are done.

Standing and walking to him, you say, “I think Jin and Prime Alpha should have everything set out by now. We stopped for takeout at JinCook, a local Korean restaurant that is nearby.”

Even though you walk closer to him, his eyes stay focused on your bed causing you to attempt to explain why it looks as it does, “I'm sorry my bed is still messy. Making it with only one hand is harder than one would think. I would have made it this morning but was in a rush.”

“I am not… it’s not… it’s well made. You make a bed better than half the people I know, but why? It's already getting darker outside, and you will be sleeping soon,” he asks, his eyes finally looking at you.

“Mother always said, ‘If you make your bed every morning, you will have accomplished the first task of the day, and if you cannot do the little things, then you can never do the things worth being recognized for,’” you recite the words that have been ingrained in you for years.

Hoseok’s confusion shows plainly on his face as he clarifies, “Your mother said that? She made you break down… I mean, remake your bed every day?”

“Yep, and I would be in trouble if I didn’t. There’s nothing wrong with making your bed and keeping a clean house, Hoseok,” you pat his arm and move past him, heading to the dining room.

Hoseok remains in the doorway. Glaring at the bed and processing what you said. Soon, the smell of cherries grows more substantial, “Jin.”

“Hello, Hoba,” he stops, glancing over Hoseok’s shoulder, “Where is Y/n?”

“She went to the dining room, but look,” he moves to the side, allowing the eldest mate to look at your room.

Looking in, Seokjin smiles. He sees that you used the travel gear he left for you, and it pleases his Alpha to provide something.

His eyes then travel to your bed, smile dropping, “Her nest.”

“She tore it down, Hyung. I caught her trying to fold corners with one hand, and then she apologized for it still being messy,” Hoseok says, his voice hushing with astonishment.

“What? First off, she needs to teach me how to make those corners, but more importantly, why?” he comments and asks as he walks farther into the room.

“Jin! Hoseok! Jimin! Yoongi! Jungkook! The food will get cold,” you yell from the dining room.

They look towards the dining room as Seokjin says, “She knows about nests. She told me last night when we helped gather materials. She kept saying she was making a blanket fort or human nest.”

“Namjoon said there was an interesting interaction at her packhouse, and she asked Yoon and Minnie if they were offended by what she did because she was human,” adds the eldest.

“What did she do?” Hoseok asks, turning his attention back to his mate in the room.

“I didn’t get details other than she proved why she is the head of her pack. Well, that and she has a feisty Omega,” Seokjin informs Hoseok.

Looking back at the hotel-ready bed, Hoseok asks, “She may know what it is, but does she understand what it means to us? Or that we would be okay with her keeping it? Rather, we would want her to keep it, right?”

Taking Hoseok’s hand and gently kissing the back, Seokjin leads Hoseok toward the dining room, saying, “Of course, she could keep it. I don't know what she knows about nests, but I did mention that she should build one with Jimin.”

Hoseok stops abruptly with a gasp. Hurrying back to your room, he shuts the door while glancing at the stairs, “Jin-hyung, could you imagine how Jimin would react to seeing her nest gone?!?”

“Even though he didn’t say anything, he looked happy to see her have one when he saw it after he got home from dance practice. It's something to connect with her around,” Hoseok says, rejoining Jin. “Her nest and the inclusion of the pack are what made him confident about seeing her this afternoon.”

“Oh, yeah, no. He doesn’t need to see that she broke it down,” Jin agrees.

The boys find their seats and start to dig in. Shortly after, the remaining three joined the table with wet hair and looked ready for bed. You note they all look still pink from their showers and wonder how hot they take them.

Dinner was yummy, all thanks to your non-spicy companion sitting next to you. Taehyung saved you more than once from eating something that you were sure would equal the death of your stomach.

Conversations were more manageable than yesterday. Everyone seems to talk around or over others. They randomly jump from topic to topic. It’s a bit of chaos, but they are mates, and it feels oddly domestic.

Not once did you feel unable to keep up. However, after you yawned for the “millionth time,” according to Yoongi, you were ushered off to bed. You knew the boys had to be tired, but they all seemed far from ready to sleep.

You crawl into bed after changing and using the skincare products left in your bathroom. You spend the next few minutes pushing, pulling, stuffing, and rebuilding your little blanket fort.

This time, you try out Jimin’s body pillow, Taehyung’s blanket, and Hoseok’s pillow, even though you really want to use the ones left by Yoongi and Jungkook. You figure that this would be the first small step to pay attention to them equally.

It's not professional to have favorites, right?

“I guess a pack meeting is in order for a few reasons,” Namjoon starts.

“A few reasons? That is one way to put it,” Jungkook chuckles, his eyes roaming over to Yoongi and Jimin before settling back on the Prime Alpha.

“I will let Yoongi explain Y/n’s living situation first. Then, we will discuss how things went with her family pack, answer any questions, and make any necessary plans. Yoongi-hyung?”

All eyes shift to the jaguar, stoic-faced as ever, weighing how to explain anything that has happened today.

“Well, Y/n lives closer to PMS in the Downtown LA area with rather high crime rates. My Alpha is not happy about that. Her building doesn’t have any gates or locks to get into the building,” Yoongi starts with the most concerning part of the visit for him as your protector.

“Even though she lives on one of the upper levels, she only has a simple deadbolt and thin chain to keep herself safe,” he adds. Sounds of displeasure rise in the room, but they are still respectful to you sleeping nearby.

“When I went to drop her off, she wouldn’t let me in her flat. She mentioned a nearby place she frequents for coffee, tea, and food. It’s really a gem of a place and could easily grow with the right guidance, but that isn’t the issue,” he continued.

“If it’s a gem, why is there an issue, Hyung?” asks Taehyung, who was thinking of ways to help the business before the crypticness of Yoongi’s comment set in.

“Carlo, a domestic Mexican dog Hybrid, runs it. He said his hybrid side is called a Chamuco. Anyway, he runs the kitchen and handles the café’s shipment needs. He is happily mated to his wife, and they are waiting for their second litter.”

The pack smiles at the happy news, but their faces still show confusion about where the issue is.

“His business partner, Payu, is a Thai human infatuated with Y/n. He got defensive with me regarding her, especially when I couldn’t explain my intentions or who I was,” Yoongi tries to tell his mates without a hiss.

“She is a lovely person. I am not surprised that she has admirers, and it’s nice that she has someone looking out for her. His crush will fade eventually,” Seokjin comments, still confused about why it’s a problem.

“No, Hyung. He told me he planned to ask her out the next time she stopped by the café,” informs Yoongi, stressing how soon things may get even more complicated.

“She lives here now, so going to that specific cafe will and can be hard. We need to make sure to avoid the area and keep this potential event from happening. Send its location to the pack chat, Yoongi,” Namjoon instructs, giving no more for discussion.

Nodding at the order, Yoongi just sends a Google link showing the address, hours, and photos of the two owners in front of the business doors.

“I know we all want to keep her safe, which we can while she is here, but we cannot do anything right now about her flat being where it is. However, it is rather small for a packhouse,” Namjoon continues.

“Yeah, I am pretty sure that the whole flat could fit in the living room here,” Jimin comments.

“Seriously?” Hoseok exclaims but is quickly hushed by the other pack members. “Sorry. How does she have the basics needed for survival in a small place? You said it was the packhouse, too?”

“Yeah, her family pack would refer to it as the packhouse. It haaaas enough to get by, I guess,” Jimin shrugs.

“I spoke with her, Beta, that fox hybrid from her work,” he says, looking around and making sure everyone remembers whom he is talking about. “He says that the packhouse moved there about two years ago, and about a month after she accepted him to the pack.

“Who accepted him to the pack?” Jungkook asks, his ears standing tall, and he starts thinking of how to impress the Alpha of your pack.

With a smile remembering the moment in the flat when the pack dynamics took over, Jimin looks directly at the youngest Alpha, “Their Luna, Y/n.”

Jungkook’s bunny ears drop at this newest information, “Luna Y/n… Y/n is the Pack Luna… like the head of the pack is our human mate Y/n?”

Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jimin nod as they watch the rest of the pack process the information.

Seokjin and Hoseok seem shocked, but this makes sense, given how you have behaved around them thus far. However, they still wonder why you keep getting shocked at some of their Alpha behaviors, as you act as the female equivalent of an Alpha in your pack. Wouldn’t you know these things already?

Jungkook, on the other hand, is going through so many emotions. His mind is filled with images of him scenting you, his mate, who is also a Luna. God, if he had known that last night…

“Does she acknowledge herself as Luna, or is it like an honorary or teasing title between friends?” Jungkook asks, his face almost as stoic as Yoongi’s, “Hyungs, please be serious. Honestly, is she a Luna?”

Clearing his throat, Yoongi leans forward with a smirk, “Put it this way… After her Omega decided to threaten the pack with being neutered, Luna Y/n scruffed the Omegan cat to remind her of her place in front of everyone.”

The tension rises as the thought of you holding any power intrigues and entices each of them in different ways. Most of their minds wander on different ways of getting you to use that power with or around them in different situations.

On the other hand, some want you to relinquish that power and control, allowing them to dominate your every sense, getting you to relax fully into their Alphas, and accepting the safety they will provide you.

“In the heat of the moment, she is by all means ‘Luna Y/n’ with no questions asked,” Jimin interjects. “However, when I called her Luna, she became flustered and was concerned about her and her Omega offending us.”

“Let's just say Y/n has had to do many things and has become skilled in ways that most humans wouldn’t even try properly. She certainly doesn’t abuse that power like some more dominant humans would do. Though, I am not convinced that even Y/n knows where she stands in the overall scheme of things,” the Prime Alpha comments.

Looking at each of his mates, Namjoon says, “I spoke with her Omega. I learned a decent amount about Y/n interactions with Mrs. Genevie’s family pack. What concerned me was Genevie explaining that Y/n took to the pack quickly, almost like she was an orphan or a stray.”

“An orphan?” questions Seokjin. “What about her mother or father?”

Namjoon’s face fell, “After talking with both members of her pack, I only learned that she came to California with her mom and brother. Her mom made sure she never talked about her father or that side of the family.”

Seokjin and Hoseok share a look, both remembering what you did to your nest.

“I think her mom was quite controlling and…” Seokjin pauses, looking at Jimin. “And I think she has something against hybrids. Which doesn’t make sense because Y/n’s mom allowed her to be friends and interact with her Omega’s family pack.”

“Why are you looking at me? Why do you say that, Hyung?” Jimin asks, scooting forward in his chair. His orange scent is curled with worry. His eyes look between the two older mates as they share his concern.

“We all saw she made a nest with our things either this morning when some of you peeked in to check on her or when you returned earlier today. Before she came in here, I was talking with her, and well… she made her bed,” Hoseok says with his eyes never leaving Jimin.

“Wha…What do you mean?” Jimin pushes.

“I mean, she tore down her ‘blanket fort.’ Put our extra materials at the foot of the bed, and it looked the same as when we arrived for the very first time,” Hoseok explains.

“She didn’t break it down because she wanted to. She broke it down because her mother drilled it into her to do so—to the point that she would get into trouble if she didn’t,” adds Seokjin while slightly glaring at Hoseok.

Jimin stands and paces behind his mates' chairs. He is trying to keep the memories at bay—the memories of his former owners—the voices of his former owners scolding him, the feeling of worthlessness, and the sounds of flesh beating into flesh. Did you live like that, too? Were you raised to be someone who you really are not, just like him?

Most hybrids were purchased or raised by the small percent of the world who had more money than they knew what to do with. Jimin’s mother was pregnant with him when she was bought. After he was born, they trained him to be a showpiece.

They thought that because he was male and a type of bear, that automatically made him a strong and studly Alpha.

As a young boy, Jimin was soft and cuddly. He learned to build nests from his Omega mother but had to hide them. If their owners saw him build or sleep in a nest, they would tear it down and beat him.

After he presented as an Alpha, they would lash out at him if he displayed any non-Alpha behaviors, such as scenting, cuddling, purring, and even denning, which is the Alpha equivalent of nesting. However, the stupid humans didn’t know any different or care to find out.

When they attempted to breed her again, Jimin’s mother was too old to carry cubs. It wasn’t long after he presented as an Alpha that his mother passed away due to complications with the forced pregnancy. The owners didn’t care. All they knew was that she was a sow that had successfully had other cubs, so why not more?

Once his mother passed, Jimin shut down. No longer having the warmth of his mother, he withdrew into himself and became the perfect Alpha for his owners. He was the perfect gentleman at events and the amazingly attentive ‘toy’ for their close friends, male or female.

Jimin only felt like himself when they went to extravagant galas, and they would make him dance with anyone willing to spend money. He would lose himself in the music.

It wasn’t until his owner’s best friend mentioned how Jimin’s flexibility and graceful movements would look beautiful on stage that he found some form of reprieve.

That reprieve came in the form of schooling. His owners sent him to a performing arts University to learn several dance, writing, and singing styles. The goal was to find more ways to make money off Jimin. More skills meant more money.

During this time, a scout approached him and asked if he was interested in becoming an idol. After some planning, Jimin jumped at the chance to be an Idol because it would allow him to escape his owners and find his freedom.

Luckily for him, not only did he find his freedom, he found his mates.

It took Jimin and Taehyung about 15 minutes to build up to an acceptable nest by using some of the new bedding that Hoseok had gotten to replace what they had given you. Most of that was spent trying to get their scents to stick to the new bedding before shoving it all on the bed in a half-assed way because everyone was exhausted.

Seokjin lay against the far wall under the large panoramic window. Jimin pressed his back into his front. Finishing the Jimin sandwich was Yoongi. Seokjin and Yoongi wrapped their arms around Jimin to ground him to the present. Both older Alphas saw the shadows of the past haunt their precious panda’s face and wanted to offer solace for him.

Jungkook and Taehyung were cuddled together on Yoongi's side. The former became the latter’s pillow for the night. Taehyung curled an arm around the bunny, and the other hand was tucked into Yoongi’s hair, absent-mindedly scratching his scalp behind his ears.

Hoseok smiled at his mates, already hearing soft snores from a few but noting that the Prime Alpha had not yet joined. Listening through the house, he could hear movement down the hall.

Softly closing the door to the pack nest, Hoseok went to find the missing Alpha. It didn’t take long to find him as he was pacing the dining room and kitchen. His eyebrows furrowed, his tail hanging low, almost touching the ground, and he seemed to be in his own dark world.

“Prime Alpha?” Hoseok calls softly, trying not to startle his leader.

The calling of his title snaps Namjoon out of his thoughts, “Hoseok-hyung, why are you still up?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” he responds, walking closer to him. The Prime Alpha’s faint leather scent tells Hoseok more than enough. Closing the distance, the marten pulls his wolf mate into a tight hug.

Melting into the hold of his mate, Namjoon breathes in his lilac and vanilla scent. Allowing the presence of the pack’s sunshine mate, as they call him, to calm the racing and running of Namjoon’s mind into something more manageable. “Are we doing the right thing by Y/n?”

“Oh, Joonie. I know I was harsh, and the pack didn’t respond well to your idea, but I think it was the only way you thought would help us keep her,” comments Hoseok, rubbing his back in comforting circles.

“I believe the mate bond is starting to work magic, Joon. She may be human, but she isn’t immune to it. Remember last year you read all those studies?” Hoseok questioned.

At Namjoon’s nod, Hoseok continued, “I remember. You were so interested in the results. They showed that humans can respond to the bond as strongly as a hybrid but take a while to recognize it.”

“She won’t be mad that we are lying to her? That we are doing all of this with alternative intentions? That I am a horrible Prime Alpha because I didn’t act on the bond right away?” Namjoon asks rapidly.

“Joonie… Joon…” Hoseok tries to interrupt, “Alpha!” The title again stops Namjoon from continuing to spiral. Pulling back from the hug, Namjoon looks at Hoseok with his eyes, searching for answers that he knows only Y/n holds.

“Prime Alpha, Namjoon, our wolfie,” Hoseok coos. “Y/n may be all those or none of these. Just know she is also kind. She seems to be just as insecure about everything as we are.”

Namjoon’s eyes focus again on something Hoseok cannot see, “I want to talk with her family pack again without Y/n. At least I would like to let them know she is our mate. Maybe they can help us.”

“That is a brilliant idea, Joon!” smiles Hoseok.

“Maybe we should all meet with them, just me or a few of us?” Namjoon asks as his focus returns to the mate in his arms.

“Well, tomorrow, Jin-hyung has a plan for y/n. He wants to start the one-on-one dates and has already ensured his schedule was cleared. So maybe something with you and Yoongi-hyung?”

“That is a good idea. I am glad Seokjin is going to start the dates. He always has a level head when bringing mates into the fold. Unlike me, my muddled mind and Kookie wanting to jump right into things,” chuckles Namjoon. Taking Hoseok’s hand, the two start walking to the pack nest, and Namjoon adds, “I think tomorrow, I will let the rest of the pack know and ask who wants to join me.”

“Sounds great, Alpha. Now let’s go to bed,” agrees Hoseok as he opens the door and leads the Pack Alpha into the nest.

Glancing over the nest, seeing each of his mates with soft features of sleep gracing their features makes love in Namjoon’s heart blossom. He always wanted to be the Pack Alpha, and then when it was apparent all his mates were also Alphas, it was an honor to be recognized as their Prime Alpha. Joining the Alpha pile in the pack nest, his leather and vanilla scent returns in full as he relaxes.

Focusing on the partly open door, the smell of Sweetpea blows in, mixing with Hoseok’s lilac, Jungkook’s snickerdoodle, Taehyung’s ebony, Yoongi’s petrichor, Jimin’s oranges, Seokjin’s cherries, and all with the rich undertone of vanilla.

The scents reminded the Prime Alpha that his mates were at least safe in the packhouse. Namjoon sighed, his body succumbing to sleep while his Alpha settled, a bit more at ease now with the plan that had been made.

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monstrouslyobsessed · 2 years ago

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A tribe composed only of men in a tropical forest. They are cannibals and eat members of other tribes and trespassers. Reader and her group was captured and since the chef and the other members found her cute and breedable, they decided to not eat her and make her the "mother" of the tribe. Thanks! —anonymous

—a/n: hm, im a lil iffy doing this one due to potential xenophobia and cultural insensitivity (regardless of what one may think of certain customs, the tribes who inspired this such suggestion are still people who deserve a measure of respect), so i’ll be changing the species and incorporate it in my beastfolk au instead to hopefully avoid offending anyone.

also, this turned into a fic (plus me making it into beastfolk au so no claiming without permission) lmao so not really a concept anymore. sorry about that! im keeping the format tho.

also, I wanna make a note for you for the asterisk marking in the tag list. the word i made up (Ce’ne, specifically) basically meant both ‘mother’ and ‘father’ and can be passed as gender neutral, to have/give children. to be safe though, im marking it as gendered language.

—tw / tags: gn reader, brief use of gendered language*, language barrier, injuries, horror, implied maneating, gore, multiple deaths, implied trespassing, implied beastfolk trafficking, kidnapping, confinement, body painting, teratophilia, exophilia, general yandere themes, sfw? —readers are advised to read at their own discretion.

—featured character(s): the jaguars tribe / the ‘Jags’, the Scarred One —word count: 2.1k

—this is part of my beastfolk universe! —zoo era.

Everything hurts, especially the excruciating pain in your back. It felt as though your flesh had been flayed and then set ablaze, the agony akin to acid being poured into open wounds. You groggily dragged your eyes open with a whimper choked out from your dusty throat. Needles of numbness buzzed on your damp skin and the only sound you could hear was the pounding of your own heart in your ears.

It was dark when you came to, but not pitch-black as you could see thin gaps of light creeping through wherever you were currently. The flickering golden light was in a constant motion, casting dancing shadows across the space. You could smell a smoky scent of burning wood and the air was heavy and damp, hanging on your skin like a winter blanket. Your brain was still groggy and the answers to where you were and why, were not forthcoming.

At hearing your groans, someone hissed out for your attention, “—! —! Are you okay!?” They kept their voice low, as if they were trying to avoid alerting anyone outside the threshold you were placed in.

You could barely see with the blur of pain fogging your eyes, but you slowly shook your head, “I…I don’t know.” You desperately searched for the owner of that voice, but you found nothing but a shifting blob of shadow some feet away from you. You couldn’t move, your arms tied to what felt like a wooden pole and your ankles bounded together with bushy ropes. Your head was ringing loudly and you moaned, “Wh—what happened?”

“T-the d-director fucked over all of us, —!” Their reply was edged with a sense of betrayal, “He was one of ‘em fuckin’ zoo hunters, using us to get close to the Jags—!”

Fuck. You remembered with a contorted grimace. As an up-and-coming researcher with a vested interest in studying the feral beastfolks and animals, you had ambitions and dreams realized. You had been honored to have encountered and even personally met a handful of tribal people. Although It was no grand merit, you learned enough about their customs and languages to set up a survey to map out the possible locations of local tribes.

As you’d learned, this knowledge was a dangerous thing to have.

The director must have been after a specific tribe of the feral beastfolk; the whiskeredfolks with ringed spots in their golden fur that you and your colleagues had nicknamed 'Jags.'. Unlike the timid, long-legged tribe you had befriended with and the one with thick-maned people with whom you had more tenuous relationships with, this particular one was notorious for being dangerous and killing the outsiders on sight.

Without a doubt, you and your expedition group had flown too close to the sun and got burned for it. Despite your frequent warnings, the so-called director convinced everyone to take just a 'few steps closer' to the Jags’ territory. In a blink, all hell’s broke loose.

You remembered the sound of roaring and the sight of bodies scantily clad in animal skins launching themselves at you and your people, weapons in hand. You felt a searing pain in your back and then darkness consumed you. The last thing you saw was gruesome, with a spear tearing through a fellow researcher’s chest.

The vision still burned within your mind’s eye and tears stung your bruised cheeks.

“S—shit,” You dug the soles of your bare feet (what happened to your boots?) into the wet dirt and thumped your head against the wooden pole. You tried counting what you could see, but there was only one. “w-where is everyone else?”

Your colleague went quiet. The jeering laughter and a sole human shrieking followed your question. The screaming sounded suspiciously like the director’s—and your blood went cold when that cry abruptly ended to a gurgle.

The shadow blob nodded, their motion solemn in the darkness, “We made him confessed when ‘ey tossed us in here when you were still out. Since ‘en, ‘em cats started picking us clean one by one. ‘e bastard was the first one to go, probably because he’s big and meaty.”

You caught a hitched breath and heard them shuddering, “We’re ‘e last ones. Why didn’t we listen to you?” Your colleague choked.

Why didn’t they, you’d wonder about this for the rest of your remaining life, but now, your brain could barely function with your back throbbing in pain. You could feel the back of your shirt being soaked through with your warm blood and your body slowly going cold. With a rasping breath, you rolled over your heavy head to your fellow researcher, “H—hey, at least…at least we’re dying doing what we loved, right?”

It was a shit joke, but it was enough to get them to snort.

“Hopefully ‘ey’d put us out quicker ‘an what ‘ey did to ‘e bastard.” They mumbled.

A whispering flap of the tent’s entryway fluttered.

A flickering light blinded you, casting shadows across the dark enclosure and preventing you from seeing who had entered. Several footsteps grinding into the dirt and a brief warmth pressed against your knees. You heard a mumbling in another language, oddly approving, and a short shuffling from where your colleague was.

The light was gone and you found yourself alone in the suffocating darkness. With a slow groan, you braced for your inevitable end, hoping that at least everyone in your group had met a quick demise.

Sans that fucker of a director who lured you all into a death trap.

You closed your eyes, not expecting to see another day.

When you woke up, you saw the daylight creeping inside the gaps of the woven palm leaves and blinked in confusion. When you turned your head, you realized you were resting on a soft bedding, of dried leaves and colorful fabrics, and was staring at the knitted canopy. Weren’t you tied up to a support pole earlier, with your back gaping and bleeding?

A moan tumbled out from your lips. From the corner of your eyes, you saw movement and you jerked when a voice bellowed not too far away from you. As if they were raising an alarm—or calling for someone’s attention. Fear struck your heart—

And you so wanted to move. Your body was too stiff and your muscles soft from exhaustion and strains from your injuries. Absently, your skin itched and you somehow found enough strength to glance down your body.

You swallowed thickly at your current state.

Where had your clothes gone? Why were you half naked and wearing patterned animal skins? Why had they tended to you at all?

On your skin, leaves and odd colored globs were plastered over your injuries. Why had they spared you?

“R’oa,” a deep voice entered your ears and drenched your spine with a shiver.

Hello, you absently translated from knowing some of the local common tongue. You slowly rolled your head over and blinked at the sight of the kneeling figure. Your heart jumped to your throat when it dawned on you on who he may be.

His face and body were marked with striking decorations of rosettes and bright painted patterns you recognized as his people’s custom. He wore ornate accessories, including a heavy ring through his flared nostrils, to signify his rank in the tribe. Towering over you with ease, he was large and his presence nothing but raw power and his naked torso coiled with rippling muscles.

But, none of his features stood out as much as his scars littering his skin—and one of which had left a long, jagged pit down his cheek and left his eye an striking grey hue. He was a well fought warrior, perhaps the best in his tribe.

Without a doubt, you were in the presence of one true predator.

Shakily, you nodded with a quiet return of his foreign language.

He seemed pleased by how submissive you were being.

There were no other option left but to humor the person who could easily shallow you whole in several gulps.

“*Canu zuhs nu i'ars nuus nil zuazsu.” He grasped on your forearm, the pads on his palm were coarse and hard on your skin, and tugged you off your bed.

Come...meet…people? You groggily tried to translate, as you went along with the whiskeredfolk’s whim. A yelp darted from your lips, when he swung you into the crook of his arm and pain rung around your eyes from the sudden movement and your injuries feeling like they were being split open once more.

“Tuil i'asu uhrthisus, ilai rsizuhs ail!” Another voice snarled out, and you flinched as you distantly heard a slap on the whiskeredfolk's person. You glanced upward and saw him wearing a crossed brow.

Injured…that was all you understood from their exchange.

With his ears folded back to his skull, the scarred male grumbled something back to the owner of the other voice. He quietened at the growling reply, and you still trembled from the way his voice seemed to burrow deep inside your skin. You could feel his foreign words through his chest, vibrating into your aching ribs.

The other voice sounded feminine, possibly aged, and you wondered if they were the one who had nursed you back to health. You had no energy to crane your head over the scarred one’s bicep to see, catching a brief glimpse of a strange hood over their head.

The scarred one took you outside, pushing the flap aside, and you winced at how bright the dabbled sunlight was. When your eyes readjusted, you blinked and regretted every decision you’d ever made in your life. Your stomach curdled at the sight and your nose stung.

Within the ashy pit, still smoking from the previous night’s bonfire, black skeletal remains hung on their respective stakes. There was little meat left on their bones and their skulls were missing. You did not wish to dwell on why and ripped away your tearful eyes from your colleagues’ bodies.

Why were you spared?

Oh, gods, the stench in the air was foul, smelling like burnt meat and melted plastic. Smothering your hands over your lower face, you gagged the exact moment the scarred male barked out. You grimaced, trying to make sense of the words he shouted out.

“Mil zuazsu, I si'ass izar suu!”

People, call.

You were so distracted by the gruesome sight that you hadn’t realized how quiet the settlement was. Initially, the only whiskeredfolks you could see were several teenage males, looking at you with curiosity in their eyes.

When you blinked, more whiskeredfolks emerged from their homes at the scarred one’s call. They quickly surrounded you, keeping a respectable distance, their eyes burning holes into your bare skin. Some had hunger in their gazes, others quiet rage, and a few were wide-eyed and curious.

You gazed across your whiskered audience, noting their muscular body shapes, and realized that most were males. You could count the females with both hands, and a sense of dread sank into your stomach. Instinctively, you knew why you were spared, but your mind screamed in denial.

The scarred one thumped his feet and swished his tail, “Tu Ce’ne phsi'asus ir i'asus i'a sarph si'ars!” His tone was exuberant, eager, and his tribe erupted in an excited murmur.

You furrowed your brows, but you could only understand Ce’ne, which meant both Mother and Father. But, who was Ce’ne?

He jostled you to your feet and kept a grip on you when you wobbled. The scarred one leaned over you, his jagged teeth beaming in the sunlight. “Na nasu zuhss ais zuazsu rius suhsssurr,”

You jumped as the entire tribe erupted in a loud roar of joy. Their eyes glittered with delight and you could feel your fear intensifying. You felt colder than you were back in the throes of blood loss from the night before. Your heart shuddered at the way they looked at you.

“sa szuhrssu zuhsais i'a Ce’ne sa phsi'ars ir sir!” the scarred one finished and clapped both of his large claws on your shoulders. He herded you closer to the mass, as if to showcase every inch of you.

Grant us cubs. That was all you could make out from what the scarred male said. Your eyes widened at the realization and a strangled whimper rose from your parched throat.

There was no escaping this, was there?

You couldn't move as the weight of the leader bore down on your shoulders, his talons cutting into your skin. Tears welled up in your eyes as a hooded female appeared with a strangely shaped bowl in her hands. You were shaking like a leaf, when she dipped her fingers into the dark, coagulated liquid within.

You sobbed the moment she smeared the tribe’s pattern onto your exposed chest, as if marking you as their property.

The Ce’ne. You were the Ce’ne.

—end

fictional translation: Canu zuhs nu i'ars nuus nil zuazsu. —Come with me and meet my people.

Tuil i'asu uhrthisus, ilai rsizuhs ail! —They are injured, you stupid boy!

Mil zuazsu, I si'ass izar suu! —My people, I call upon thee!

Tu Ce’ne phsi'asus ir i'asus i'a sarph si'ars! —The Mother/Father graced us after a long last! Na nasu zuhss ais zuazsu rius suhsssurr, sa szuhrssu zuhsais i'a Ce’ne sa phsi'ars ir sir! —No more will our people suffer childless, to dwindle without a mother/father to grant us cubs!

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