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[quilleth]

Ok, finally went through my pictures from box opening, and 1) damn the carrying cases Resinsoul sends are nice! 2) the body i ordered for Faolan is too dark T_T I knew this was a possibility, but it's still a bit of a bummer. It is really nicely sculpted though, and seems to stand pretty well out of the box with no adjustments to the stringing and no sueding, etc. 3) I will probably be restringing theses bodies anyway so that the knots are in the torso and not on the s hook because that sure makes the heads hard to put on! Also the s hooks for their hands wanted to bite me which is just rude, but I did manage to get them on myself without needing to ask for help, which is a win for me and my weak little bird wrists.

But like seriously look at these cases! I was a little worried the box was smaller than the ones I've gotten for other, single, doll orders but they're fine, and since they're packed in these cases with a squishy pillow and not a trillion layers of cut out foam, it makes sense the box was smaller

Peek of Vanora's with the heel feet and jointed hands. This blue is really pretty, and i think luckily, it's pretty close to the marker color i use when drawing her!

More picture spam under the cut for both brevity and doll nudity xD

Cackling because dang Vanora your tiddies xD (but also i was very much like oh no what do i do with those about all that extra elastic)

I took measurements yesterday so I can work on drafting patterns for her, and her bust is the same measurement as their 68 cm girl body! Which is actually right about the same as the Dream Valley body girl's measurements. Her shoulders and waist are a little wider, and her hips are narrower, but the neck and chest are about the same. I didn't make any requests regarding her bust size or anything other than for the neck t be about 8.6 (it's a little closer to 9 i think, but her head still fits ok), assuming that it's be about the same as their 1/3 girl body, but since the overall chest for that one is 22cm, and the waist is 15, I can see why they might have modified the slightly larger girl bust piece to work with the 1/3 boy torso. The abs are a little softer than on the 1/3 boy body, but i don't mind that and can emphasize them with some blushing.

In some angles her head looks a little small, but i think (hope) i can accommodate for that when I do her faceup. I'm sure someone could probably mod the head to have a less rounded jawline but after dolbei jun's ear mod fiasco, i don't think I want to try it!

And a couple with her wig, which I need to dye and see if i can figure out a way to style into a half up ponytail without showing all the weft lines. It's a little too long too, but i figure that's better than too short.

(Bonus very blurry emote stickers of Vanora and the party's sorcerer, Raven on my craft cart in the background xD)

And onto Faolan....*sigh* I knew it was a risk that the color would be off, but I was hoping it would be closer, ngl. This is on me, so I'm not upset with Resinsoul or anything, and it is a nice light tan. Just doesn't match. I was hesitant to send them a headcap, and didn't take as much time trying to find a paint swatch from the hardware store that matched the headcap to mail to them instead, so used a color picker and one of the swatches on Switch's website and a photo i took to get a pantone number. Don't do this if you want a closer match, folks! It does mean I need to decide what to do about it though, which is a little disheartening.

The head is a little big, which I knew would very likely be the case. No one gives head height in their measurements, just diameters, so I've been a little :/ about it since his head arrived, given the diameter is about the same as Vanora's, but his head is definitely larger.

Hybriding is hard, but I just do not like Switch's bodies, and it seems kind of impossible to find other slim boys. Resinsoul did say they could make the bigger boy body less muscular, but aren't able to change the height, so they suggested the Cen body instead. I think with some kips and a neck protector and a little bit of fudging the cut of his shirts to give the impression of wider shoulders, it will be fine. It seems more pronounced in photos than it does to me in person.

Of course, since the color is off, I need to figure that out first. I can always dye/ blush the head to match the body (the easiest, cheapest route), or I could order either a) a Cen head to match this color body (i almost just ordered a full Cen doll at the time, just in case, and am kind of kicking myself for not doing the smart thing and going for it), or b) a new body and send them a physical swatch that matches his current head in the mail to match from that--the choice here would be order another Cen and try to sell this body, knowing it's probably not an exact match of their default light tan, or order the bigger boy body, knowing the dimensions are probably a better fit out of the box and try to do some mods myself to make him shorter (scary! saws are involved! also i'm not sure how much i can take off and from where before the proportions get all out of wack! it's i think a 70cm body, and the max height he should be is 65. That's a lot to take off!)

I took a couple of pictures with his wig too, and I almost think matching the head to the body might work better. I almost think the wig color makes the head look too pale, but I also know that things naturally end up a little darker during the faceup anyway. Also, even though it's a pain in the butt to match, milktea rose IS a pretty color and I paid extra for it :/ It's an odd shade because it's almost more like a "normal" color, until I put it next to one of my normal colored dolls where it is definitely darker.

bonus puppy inspector!

And the two of them together

[wildernessuntothemselves]

All my kitty!lino AUs

Warnings: prostitution, slavery. 

AU 1:

minho is a prized breeding kitty that you're hired to guard as he is a very rare and pure breed and having him breed other pure kitties makes for very profitable offspring

as a result of being treated like royalty all his life, he's super rude to you, a common guard dog

he's always snarky with you and he never listens and you have enough of it one day

you push him down to the floor, your teeth grazing against his delicate neck, showing him that you were not someone to be trampled on

"that's right. you have nothing to say now, brat." you growl, sitting up to look at the frightened kitty

but as you sit back, your ass comes into contact with his boner

arching an eyebrow, you smirk and roll your hips over his clothed dick "now what do we have here?"

minho stays silent, frowning but not making any attempt to push you off

"don't tell me you like this." you tease him, grinding against him harder and pulling breathy little moans from his pouty lips "kitty likes it when I'm mean to him?"

"Yeah you like that pretty kitty? Are you gonna make a mess in your pants for me? Good boy."

you make him cum like that without even touching his dick

minho is shameless after that brazenly getting on your nerves so you'd punish him

he gets so needy that now you're getting him off on the daily, letting him hump your thighs to get off while you degrade him

his insatiable need would be bad enough but now he's outright refusing to breed the cat hybrids anymore

no matter how many times you try to convince the stubborn idiot that he's going to draw attention and ruin you both, he still refuses

until finally you make a deal with him that you'll have sex with him if he continues breeding the cats

he's not fully convinced. why would he waste his seed on other women when you were right there?

"because I'm not your kind, you stupid cat."

but minho doesn't care. all he cares about is getting to breed you

"Fuck you're burning up. Are you going into heat over this? Dumb little kitten thinks he can put babies in my belly."

your words only make him fuck you harder as if he could do it if he tried hard enough

AU 2:

he's the prince's very picky kitty, rarely is a cat good enough for him. he rarely mates at all and the prince doesn't understand it one bit

one day they're walking around shopping in the bazaar when lino catches a whiff of your scent. he follows it to a shady part of the market that he never saw before

that's when he sees you standing there with a heavy chair around your neck and a cheap transparent dress over your body

out of nowhere a short disgusting man appear and he asks him if he wants to see your tits. it's only for a couple of coins

minho shouldn’t say yes. He has a whole harem of much better bred pussies for him to pick and choose from. He didn’t need to pay a disgusting man to see the body of some nameless mongrel

yet here he was hanging the slimey man the coins

the man all but rips your bodice open, eager to please the rich hybrid.

Minho feels an uncomfortable tightness in his pants. His mouth waters at the sight of your full breasts on display for him and he finds himself moving forward to touch, but the man steps in.

“The silver was to see not to touch. Three if you want to touch.”

Minho grunts and gives him what he wants. you don't seem impressed by him.

He cradles your breasts in his hands and leans down to pluck a pert nipple into his mouth, ear perked to the sound of your restrained gasp.

but then he hears the prince calling for him and he rips himself away from you and wipes his mouth harshly, panting as if he was under a spell.

Gulping, he spares your half naked form one last glance before he’s retreating towards his owner. As he slips back into the main room he hears the vendor call after him smugly, “We’ll be waiting for you, my lord.”

He does come back, this time more worked up than last time as he couldn't go to sleep thinking about you and he was reduced to getting himself off multiple time throughout the night just to cool down

his owner catches him this time though. "So this is why you were so eager to come back even though you hate the market. I gotta say I'm surprised by your taste." The prince grins. "Did you mount her yet?"

Minho blanches, feeling humiliated at being caught "of course not. I would never defile myself with such a mongrel."

The prince arches an eyebrow. "It's okay minho. Sometimes you need to slum it down a little. I get that urge too. Cheap prostitutes like her have their draw."

The prince grabs you and pushes her over a table, pulling your skirt up. "Come on kitty. Take her. I know you're dying to."

minho's hesitation evaporate when he sees your pussy exposed and waiting for him. he quickly comes up beind you, pushing his length into you even though you weren't wet. it's uncomfortable but it's not the first time a man shoves his dick into your pussy without bothering to get you wet

it's over soon anyway, the spoiled cat getting overwhelmed by your tight walls and ends up cumming embarrassingly fast. He stumbles away, watching his cum drip from your fucked out hole.

"We'll take her."

Minho looks at him shocked. "I finally have something for my precious pet to fuck. You're so picky."

AU 3:

You were standing outside the gymnasium for a quick smoke when a voice slurs behind you. "Where is your little boyfriend?"

You roll your eyes, already fed up with the boy that is talking to you.

"What, he couldn't stand the thought of fucking you tonight so he ran away?"

You narrow your eyes at him. How did he know you were planning to give your virginity to your Hyunjin tonight? If he had shown up that is.

You don't even know what minho's deal is. He wasn't always like this. You remember a time long, long ago when the two of you were friends. He was so nice and sweet to you when you first met as kids. But then suddenly out of nowhere he turned on you for absolutely no reason.

"Tell me, mutt. What was he gonna give you so he could get between your legs? A pack of cigarettes?" Oh yeah, that’s why. He looks down on you for not being a purebred like him.

You huff the smoke in his face in agitation, still ignoring him.

"Aw, don't be sad. If he won't do it, I can rise to the occasion. Just tell me how much." He goads you. You throw the cigarette to the ground, violently snuffing it out with your heels when an idea pops into your head.

Looking up at him, you reply simply. "50k."

"W-what?"

"You're so fucking obsessed with my sex life so you must really want me. So yeah I'll give it to you for 50k."

"You're a crazy bitch."

you were just messing with him. and he worked. he left you alone

what you never expected was for him to show up the next day at your door, shoving a heavy suitcase into your arms

"what's this?"

"50k." He mumbles.

“Is this a joke?”

“You said you’d give it to me for 50k.” He explains flatly, looking everywhere except at you.

you walk towards him. "You really are a sick pervert, aren't you? Buying my virginity?"

He stays silent, looking at the ground so you grab his jaw and force him to look at you.

"You're not in control. I am. Got it?" You sneer, and he stares for a second, processing that you’re actually agreeing to go through with this, then he nods enthusiastically.

AU 4:

you're a dog hybrid and he's a cat hybrid. He's been kissing you secretly since long ago

You know it's wrong but you like it so you keep it a secret. and you always get so jealous when his heat comes and he goes away to fuck someone else.

When he comes back he's apologetic and spends days trying to make you forgive him. He shouldn't have to. He's not yours.

You touch yourself while you're sleeping next to him a lot. He pretends he doesn't know but it drives him insane

He's waits till you have your first heat. You're supposed to be given to chan but he convinces you not to let your owner know telling you he'll take care of you

You know this is forbidden but you let him fuck you because you're in love with him.

"Oppa this is too much."

"Shh baby take it. You've teased me long enough."

He cums in you but doesn't pull out so he can fuck you more. He's been training himself for this in order to satisfy you.

You get overwhelmed and he laughs at how cute you are. ask him to kiss you so he does

"What a cutie. All mine."

"Open your mouth." He lets a trail of spit fall from his mouth and you obediently open up and take it like you've been taught. He groans and kisses you softly. You whine in his mouth as he fucks you again.

"Not gonna go to that mutt right baby? Only I get to do this to you."

AU 5:

he's the queens pet and you're the leader of a mercenary group the queen has hired to fight a battle for her

he immediately takes an interest in you and follows you around thinking that he's slick

In the beginning, his infatuation was merely amusing to you as you took to teasing him whenever you got the chance--cornering him when the princess wasn't looking and whispering filthy things in his ear. It was both easy and fun to work up the needy kitten.

What you hadn’t expected was for him to walk in on you while you were fucking one of your own hybrids, Chan. The big wolf tended to get rowdy so you were often rough with him to keep him under control, and well that's how the masochistic hybrid liked it too.

You expected him to be terrified of you after that, he certainly looked the part, but he surprised you by coming to you teary eyes and whimpering pleas so moving that you couldn’t resist giving him whatever he asked for, which was badly worded and clueless seeing as he had never been in any kind of physical relationship before.

He’s never done something like this before. His owner, the queen, kept him on a tight leash, untouched and forever pure. He had been taking suppressants ever since his very first heat and, before he met you, he had barely remembered what it was like to feel that painfully delicious pang of pleasure in his belly.

He holds onto you as you pleasure him, one hand fisted in your clothes and the other wrapped around your wrist as if he was afraid you were going to hurt him. If you were to look at his expression, you would think that you were hurting him, a small frown on his face as he whines and whimpers.

You stroke his cheek softly with the back of your fingers, finding it hot to the touch. “What is it, kitten?”

“It hurts.” He sobs.

“I know, baby. I’ll make it go away.” You almost feel guilty for purposefully prolonging his pain, the stimulation you give his cock designed to make him reach the edge at the slowest possible pace, but the truth is you weren’t sorry at all.

“You know, kitten, you should come with me when I leave. I’ll hide you until we’re out of the castle walls. Your princess won’t even realize you’re missing until it’s too late, and when you’re with me, every moment will be filled with pleasure. I’ll take care of you like she never did. I’ll show you a whole world of pleasure. How does that sound, kitty?” You seduce as your thumb flits over his weeping slit, distracting him and seducing him. “Hmm, you wanna come with me?”

“I--I’m not--I don’t know.” He answers nervously, his brain too hazy especially as you finally speed up your strokes, jumbling up all his thought process.

“Don’t think too much, kitten. Don’t you want to feel good?” You purr, tightening your fist around his cock to give him more pleasure.

“Yes, but--”

“No buts, darling. Don’t you wanna be a good kitten for Master?” You ask, referring to yourself and he gasps, his cock jumps in your hand. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you? You’re a dirty little kitten, aren’t you?”

“No!” He cries, shaking his head from side to side, but there is no denying the way his stomach tightens and his hips buck off the bed as his orgasm approaches and his primal senses take over. “I can’t take it! Please, help me. I can’t--”

His seed splatters across his abdomen as he cums, and you talk him through it. “That’s it, baby. Let go for me. Let it all out. Good kitten.”

you ruin him so thoroughly that he gives into her and lets her fuck him in front of the queen herself

"Lino stop that! You sound like a common whore."

"I can't help it. Mistress… is making me burn up." "Ah fuck." He keens

"Your precious kitten is getting fucked regularly, that’s why he sounds like that. He’s nothing but a loose slut right now. I fucking ruined him. Isn’t that right, kitten?"

"Hah... touch my cock." He drools on the sheets under him and you laugh, grabbing his cock from underneath and starting to milk him. “See? Just a dumb slut.”

___________

A/N: one of these will most likely get a proper fic but I couldn’t keep these to myself

[forgottenpasta]

Dulce Periculum Pt. 1

Summary: Devious and devilish, your two new impish hybrids never miss a chance to torment you for your hopeless attraction to them, knowing exactly what they do to you. But is sly sexuality and enigmatic allure all there is to the tiger and wolf hybrid, or do the depths of their eyes hide something more for you? Part 1/2.

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 7.2k

Pairings: Tiger Hybrid!Taehyung x Reader X Wolf Hybrid!Jeongguk

Warnings: Taehyung and Jeongguk have no shame, arrogance galore, filthy smut in part 2, swearing, mentions of blood, mild violence, anime style nosebleeds.

Part 1 | Part 2 (complete)

A/n: Enjoy!

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The sickening sound of Jeongguk’s foot connecting  with the bear hybrid’s face in what was a flawless display of a spinning wheel kick made you flinch in your seat. The crunch of bones breaking could be heard by even your inferior human ears. The hulking bear hybrid went down like a sack of potatoes, hitting the hard floor of the ring with a dull thud.

Jeongguk huffed out a laugh as he assumed a neutral position, wiping a hand down his sweat soaked washboard abs as he smirked down at the hybrid who was clutching his jaw with both his hands. “I thought bears were supposed to be aggressive in the ring and shit. You fight like a pussy.”

The man on the floor groaned in pain and anger, but try as he might he couldn’t get up, the rivulets of blood dripping down his nose, staining his hands and white of the ring floor indication enough of the result of the fight, but just so it was clear enough the bear hybrid tapped out nonetheless.

Jeongguk rolled his eyes, taking a deep breath to control his laboured breathing. “Put a band-aid on it and stop whining. It’ll be back to normal by tomorrow.”

“Does he really have to do that?”, you mused out loud from where you sat on the bench beside the fighting rings. You watched Jeongguk help the hybrid stand up. “I get that he’s the trainer, the teacher and all that but still. His words make me feel like a pathetic fighter and I’m not even in the ring with him.”

You hadn’t really expected a response from your bench co-occupant, seeing as ignoring you was the norm with the tiger hybrid, hence the snort startled you into turning your head to stare at him.

“That’s because you are a pathetic fighter.” Taehyung  didn’t look at you, busy scrolling through his twitter feed on his phone.

Despite your resolve, which you had tried so hard to harden ever since the two insanely attractive hybrids had come into your life, you found yourself sighing. And it wasn’t a frustrated sigh either, as it should have been considering his totally unwarranted barb about your non-existent fighting skills, it was the dreamy kind. You didn’t understand how he made slouching on a bench,  bored out of his mind while staring blankly at his phone look like a cover spread straight out of a bougie magazine. He unintentionally modelled every little thing he did, like right now you could take a picture of him and photoshop an ad of the device in his hand and no one would blink an eye. You could understand why so many brands clamoured to get him to model for them, though he was particularly picky and selective about who to lend his divinely handsome face to.

“Thanks, Tae.”, you replied, because what did you say to that really? You were always hard pressed to come up with a clever response whenever one of them were in close proximity to you. You swore up and down you were a quick witted person when your two new hybrids weren’t there to cloud your confidence with their sex-on-legs charm and mysterious aura.

“Don’t mention it, Owner. I’m always here to offer you some encouraging words.”, Taehyung muttered with a straight face, his striped tail swishing languidly beside him.

A shiver ran through you, even though the temperature in the gym was completely normal.

Owner. You had told them countless times to call you by your name ever since they came into your life three weeks ago, but every time you did they just smiled at you and went right back to calling you owner. You were convinced they got their kicks off watching you turn red or sputter or stumble all over yourself whenever one of them uttered the word. They knew what effect it had on you and they revelled in it.

You were about to ask him for the nth time not to call you that when the brownish orange ears atop his head twitched and he looked up. You followed suit, making eye contact with your wolf hybrid sauntering towards the two of you with a lazy grin on his face.

Shirtless. Sweatpants riding low. Underwear band showing above the top of the waistband of his sweats. Long hair wet from a shower. Fuck.

From the amused expression on Taehyung’s face you knew he could hear your thundering heartbeat.

“Don’t go getting a heart attack now, Owner. Who’s gonna feed us if we lose you?”

Jeongguk took that moment to reach the two of you. “Who’s getting a heart attack?”, he asked, pulling out a towel from his duffel bag beside the bench and towel drying his hair with it in that way guys did that should not look hot but did.

“No one. Are you ready to go?”, you diverted the conversation, willingly breathing deeply to tame your heartbeat. You did not need their ribbing over your obvious attraction to them right now.

“Yeah, just need to clock out for the weekend. Then we’re driving down to Lean Raw to have lunch.”, Jeongguk informed, chuckling when you made a face at the suggestion. The restaurant he was talking about only served tasteless “healthy food”, no sight of grease or artery-choking deliciousness anywhere.

“We went there last Friday as well.”, you complained under your breath, getting up to follow both of them out of the gym, trying not to stare at Jeongguk’s flexing back muscles as he pulled on a white T-shirt that might as well be see-through, his sleek yet fluffy dark grey wolf tail swaying gracefully behind him.

Jeongguk turned back and you quickly averted your eyes, feigning immense interest in the potted plants lining the gym’s exit.

“You should thank me then. I’m making you eat healthy at least once a week.”

“I eat fine. Not my fault normal is not upto your standards.”, you mumbled as you all reached his black Mercedes parked in the small parking lot for gym employees.

“If you consider subway sandwiches and Chinese takeout six days a week normal, Owner, then you’re asking for that heart attack you were about to get back in there.”, he quipped, winking at Taehyung when the elder hybrid’s amusement broke for a laugh at the stricken look on your face.  

You hurried to duck inside the car, going for the spacious backseat because they never let you drive when one of them were with you, even when you insisted to take your own humble and ancient Honda Accord. Taehyung got in the passenger seat and Jeonnguk in the driver’s, smoothly pulling out onto the road.

Seeing you three together the way you were, it was hard to figure out whether you owned the hybrids or if it was the other way round. People never believed you when you told them the two luxurious, predator hybrids were yours. And they wouldn’t have been had your great-aunt, who remained unmarried throughout her life and amassed a considerable wealth writing books about hybrids, had not unexpectedly died by slipping in her apartment-sized bathroom and breaking her head open on the corner of a marble countertop. Even more unexpectedly, she had willed the two hybrids that she had raised since they were teenagers to you of all people and all her wealth to them. You often thought that she must have had no idea that she’d die so suddenly and unexpectedly, because her will have to have been an interim joke while she figured out exactly who to actually give responsibility of her hybrids to in case of her death.

Or maybe she thought you were the only one who’d not try to extort the wealth she had endowed on her two “kids”. Technically, hybrid inheritance and property laws still prohibited ownership of property by hybrids if their owner hadn’t sanctioned it or gifted it to them, and in the eyes of law everything that belonged to the hybrids belonged to their owners as well. In your opinion, it was well past time such medieval and discriminatory laws were repealed but it didn’t matter anyway because your timid, tongue-tied self was incapable of extorting even an unwilling apology or “thank you” from the two spoiled hybrids, let alone their money.

Maybe your great-aunt was a genius. She knew exactly who would never be willing or able to curb her hybrids’ freedom.

“You guys are so mean.”, you pouted, looking out the window at the slow-passing buildings and dramatically leaning your head against the glass like you were a pitiful, wronged protagonist of an angsty movie.

“You’re just so prone to even a little bit of teasing, Owner. You get all nervous and fidgety, it’s honestly so funny to watch.”, Jeongguk supplied helpfully.

You rolled your eyes. “Glad I could entertain, but stop calling me owner, please. Just call me ___.”

Taehyung smirked at you from the review mirror. “As you wish, Owner.”

Giving up with a huff, you slipped in your earbuds to effectively shut out their teasing and showcase your disgruntlement. The name was an irony at this point, an oxymoron, because you anything but owned them. They had known what effect they had on you from the moment you’d first met them in your great-aunt’s lawyer’s office. You’d given away all your cards from the first meting like the inexperienced, naive idiot you were. You’d toppled over the carpet because you were staring at Taehyung instead of watching where you were going, signed the wrong documents because Jeongguk had flashed a smile your way and literally broken the glass of the table with a jerk of your knee when you’d felt Jeongguk’s hand accidentally brush your denim covered thigh. Even the lawyer tried to cover up his laughter with coughs and sympathetic looks towards you. In short you had been a rambling, awkward mess at the thought of two of the sexiest men/hybrids you’d ever seen living with you and that day had been marked as the most humiliating one in your life, one you’d likely reminisce for years to come whenever you couldn’t sleep late at night and your brain started playing the movie of all the embarrassing moments of your life. And it would be a long one, because even after three weeks living with them you continued to make a fool out of yourself at every reminder of how out of your league they were and how bad of a crush you had on them.

Even though you had earbuds in, you weren’t actually listening to music, too preoccupied with thoughts of your lameness to press play. You could hear everything when Taehyung and Jeongguk started talking.

“You helping me with the shoot tommorow?”, Taehyung asked him. He had a photoshoot for a luxury watch brand coming up which was going to be featured on multiple billboards and magazines. You always did a double take when you spotted Taehyung’s face around the city, on banners, screens and subway ads, had a hard time believing the same man slept across the hall from you.

“Nah, hyung. Jackson asked me to help him out at the club downtown, one of his bouncers quit recently and you know how the weekend rush is.”

Taehyung chuffed in disappointment, the sound so tiger-like you almost smiled. He couldn’t purr like small cat hybrids could, but his chuffs were so damn adorable it didn’t matter.

“Why don’t you take Owner with you?”, Jeongguk suggested, a small tilt to his lips indicating he was joking. Maybe. Nevertheless you shrunk down in your seat to make yourself as small as possible. You did NOT want to go to one of Taehyung’s photoshoots, for many reasons but mainly because you knew what seeing him in his element would do to you and you had clowned yourself enough to last a life time.

Taehyung frowned, running his long, slender fingers over his bottom lip in contemplation. “I would but I don’t want her to get nosebleeds watching me pose for the camera.”

Death. You wanted it.

Staring wide-eyes at your lap you willed spontaneous combustion to incinerate you right then and there. The nerve of him! He was so fucking arrogant but so fucking…spot on, and he said it with such quiet resignation too, like it was the truth of the matter universally accepted that you would, in fact, get nosebleeds watching him pose. But still, was humility not in fashion anymore? You had half a mind to connect your bluetooth to Jeongguk’s car and blast Humble by Kendrick Lamar.

Jeongguk laughed. “You are a smug motherfucker.”

Taehyung was affronted, he shot the wolf a glare. “That’s ‘You are a smug motherfucker, hyung’ to you, brat. Besides, you have no room to talk after that shirtless, just out-of-the-shower thing you pulled on her back there. You knew what you were doing.”

Jeongguk shrugged shamelessly. “Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that as much as I did.”

Enough.

“I can hear you two animals.”, you said hotly, glaring at them as you crossed your arms across your chest.Jeongguk snorted.

“Animals? Thats what the playground bully called me in kindergarten. You gotta come up with something better than that, Owner.”

Taehyung peeked back at you with mischievous eyes, a playful smile on his face. “Aww, Owner, we knew you could hear us. There’s no music playing in those.” He pointed to the earphones you clutched close to your chest. Of course, how could you forget their superior hearing that just outed you in the gym as well. The pissed off glare you’d aimed at him faltered when you noticed his gaze linger on your chest for a second too long but his eyes were back to yours before you could say anything.

“I would love to take you to the shoot with me, you know. Nosebleeds or not.”

His eyes went hooded and his voice dropped an octave lower than it already was, his baritone rich and deep and sensuous. You stilled, involuntarily bracing for whatever he was about to say.

“I would love to let people know who owns me.”

********

Snatching a pristine white paper napkin from the holder, you stuffed it up your nostril, letting it hang from there as you smacked away Taehyung’s hands when he tried to help you.

“You have to tilt your head Owner or the bleeding won’t stop easily.”, he whined, trying to grab your head to make you tilt it. You shrugged him off.

“I don’t need to listen to you. You should be able to see what you did to me.”

“Flawless logic, Owner.”, Jeongguk snickered from where he sat across the two of you. Taehyung had immediately claimed the seat beside you upon entering the restaurant, hovering to make sure you were alright. Jeongguk had also tried to approach you with his hands outstretched but a glare from you had him sitting where he was now.

Taehyung sighed, leaning back in his seat to give you a look of concern but finally leaving you alone. “I was just joking. I had no clue that would happen.”

You didn’t want to talk about yet another one of your now infamous daily embarrassments, not having the willpower to confront your failings at the moment. You changed the subject. “Can we order please? I’m starving.”

Jeongguk signalled for a waitress but kept his eyes on you, a frown coming on to his beautiful features. “Did you skip breakfast again? I made you an omelette and cut up some fruits before leaving for work in the morning.”

“Oh did you?”, you asked sardonically, raising your brows and turning to look pointedly at your tiger hybrid. “I didn’t happen to find it.”

A guilty look crossed Taehyung’s face immediately, his orange and black ears almost folding over on his head. He rushed to explain himself. “I didn’t know it was for her! In my defence I offered to make her some pancakes to compensate but she refused. I did manage to get some cereal in her though.”

You were already speaking before Jeongguk could impart another one of his healthy eating lectures on you. “I was getting late to meet my friend, I didn’t have time to eat.”

The wolf hybrid shook his head in disappointment, making you feel strangely guilty. You were an adult dammit, you didn’t need to explain your eating habits to your own hybrid.

Thankfully the waitress took that moment to come take your order, saving you from any more chastisement from the hunk of muscle and soft fur sitting across from you. But a look towards the cute blonde standing beside your table, bending down low to show her modest cleavage, smiling at your hybrids like she was a kid in a candy store (or a waitress who’d just won the hot customer table lottery), had your mood tumbling right back down in the gutter.

It really shouldn’t have, you should be used to this by now. People, women and men, stared at your hybrids wherever they went, you had first hand witnessed a woman run into a pole whilst almost turning her head 180 degrees to keep staring at Taehyung and Jeongguk. You didn’t blame them, they were a hard pair to ignore. Especially when they were together, they oozed a confidence and charisma so magnetic that along with their otherworldly attractiveness, it tended to leave the people around them slack jawed, awed and/or jealous. But the most befuddling part was that they didn’t have to do anything for it except be themselves. If they noticed the attention on them, they were either used to it or consciously ignored it because you’d never witnessed them giving a fuck about what others thought about them or saw them as, and that just added to their charm even more.

Like now. They were doing nothing out of the ordinary but a sweeping glance around you informed you that almost all women and some men seated inside the healthy-crap selling establishment were either blatantly staring at them or trying to steal glances in between conversation and eating. They turned heads wherever they went, this was nothing new. So why did you feel a headache oncoming?

“Hi, my name is Lea. What can I get you boys?”, the waitress chirped, her million watt smile illuminating your table and worsening your headache.

You sighed in resignation, not at all surprised by your exclusion in her greeting. Whenever you were with your two hybrids, you might as well be thin air, except that one time when that pre-pubescent kid in the park had asked you if you were their maid.  

Jeongguk smiled at her, and you swore even you could hear her heartbeat double up. “Just water, while we decide please. Thank you.”

“Of course.” She wrote something on her notepad, making you scowl. Did she really need to remember something as simple as water? You saw her surreptitiously glance at Taehyung as she made to leave, and apparently the tiger hybrid noticed too, a smirk curling on his lips before he shot her a wink. The waitress stumbled over nothing, almost face planting in someone’s food. Felt good to not be the only one making a fool of herself over the two men. You ignored the irrational irritation simmering deep in you at the sight of one of them semi-flirting with a woman.

They were very respectful towards your home space in terms of never bringing anyone home for the night, even though you hadn’t said anything to the effect, but you were hundred percent sure they more than got their needs fulfilled without you ever coming to know of their escapades, it was impossible that they didn’t, looking the way they did and the sheer number of propositions they got on a daily basis.

You snapped open your menu in search of the least healthy option available when Taehyung addressed you.

“I wasn’t joking about you coming with me to the shoot, you know.”

When you said nothing, he grumbled out, “Owner, I’m talking to you. You look absolutely ridiculous with that napkin stuffed up your nose by the way.”

You gave him the stink eye, ignoring his last quip. “Why do you want me there? You always have your agent and staff with you.”

Jeongguk answered for him, leaning back to rest his arm across the back of the bench in a way that did wonders for his biceps and had you momentarily distracted. “He gets restless when he’s around strangers for a long time. Ideally hyung can manage it but during long shoots it helps when someone he has scented accompanies him.”

“Scented?” You frowned, not understanding. Your knowledge of hybrids was embarrassingly scant and whatever you knew about their behaviours had been acquired in the last three weeks of living with the two.

Jeongguk looked at you, surprised, before sharing a look with Taehyung that you couldn’t quite comprehend. “Um…”

“If you’re worried about getting more nosebleeds, you don’t need to. You can stay in the trailer during the whole thing and I can come get you when I need you.” Taehyung cut off whatever Jeongguk was about to say, speaking to you in a tone that bordered on placating. Pitying.

The mercury was rising on your temper thermometer. One thing you absolutely hated was being pitied. It was bad enough that they knew how you felt about them, how helplessly attracted you were to them. You could even excuse their teasing words and occasional jokes at your expense. But pity, you could not take. An idea formed in your head as you sat there stewing in your vexed emotions.

“No, thank you.”, you snapped, a little more crassly than you perhaps should have but Taehyung’s surprised face was worth it. You normally never spoke in anything but a diffident manner. “I have plans this weekend.”

A frown replaced his surprise rather quickly. “What plans? You didn’t say anything about any plans.”

“You normally stay at home during weekends to read those steamy books you love so much.”, Jeongguk added, looking at you with curiosity. At your shocked face he smiled crookedly and felt the need to further elaborate. “You know the ones with the ripped dudes on the cover.”

You sucked on your tongue, internally enraged but forcing yourself to not react and rise up to his bait. Anger and embarrassment were not a good combination for you, so when you spoke your voice was sharp enough to cut. “How would you know what I “normally” do on weekends? You two have only been living with me three weeks. Don’t presume that you know the first thing about me.“

It was Jeongguk’s turn to look surprised, likely because you’d never spoken to them that way. He shared a glance with Taehyung and because you weren’t looking at him you missed the “tone it down” gesture he made to the younger with his hand and Jeongguk’s subtle nod to it.

The wolf hybrid slowly reached across the table and picked up your hand. Looking contrite, he apologised. “I’m sorry, Owner. You’re absolutely right. I spoke out of turn. Will you please tell us what are your plans for this weekend?”

You almost answered them but the words stalled in your throat when a thought occurred. “Why do you guys want to know?”

Jeongguk looked like he was at a loss for a second. Smoothly, Taehyung picked up your question, saving the younger from coming up with an appropriate excuse. “For security, Owner. We just want to know you’ll be safe. Can you really begrudge us your mere whereabouts when we’ve recently lost our previous owner so easily?”

He knew he was being underhanded playing the dead owner card, but Taehyung had never been one for propriety.

As expected your eyes softened at the mention of your deceased Aunt. You shrugged, giving in. “I’m gonna go clubbing with some friends.”

The truth was you hadn’t been out partying in a long while, hadn’t had an orgasm given to you by someone else in even longer and you felt that this painful attraction to your two hybrids might just be more exasperating because of these factors. A night of drinking, dancing and maybe a good lay just might help. Or not. But you had to try and get over your unrequited crush over your hybrids, who were way out of your league.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice how the they had suddenly straightened to give you all of their attention, until Jeongguk broke the silence with a bark. “Who?”

You raised your brows.

He cleared his throat, voice calmer when he repeated. “Who? That girl who works under you? What’s her name? Mary, Maddie, err, Maggie? I can’t remember.”

“My assistant, Masie? Ugh, no. Just some people I’ve been friends with since college I guess.”

They frowned at your vague answer but before they could question you further the waitress returned, a suspicious new sheen of bright red lipstick on her lips which wasn’t there before. Taehyung noticed you roll your eyes at her, making him smile secretively.

Jeongguk turned on his charm on her, something you’d noticed he couldn’t help but do with people,  but you were hundred percent certain what he presented was a front. Like a computer which produced the same output every time you give the same command, no matter who gave it. You could shuffle his interactions with strangers interested in him with each other, and it wouldn’t make any difference. They all fell for it hook, line and sinker.But you didn’t feel like watching him make the poor girl more flustered than she already was today.

You turned your gaze to the menu, tuning out the sound of the waitress going on an in-detail spiel about her favourite dishes available when Jeongguk was gonna order the same thing he did last time.

Taehyung’s shoulder nudged you softly, and you looked up to see his soft smile directed at you. It disarmed you for a second.

He leaned down to whisper in your ear, making you shiver slightly. “Do introduce us to your friends.”

You promptly glanced back at the menu. Hell, no.

********

The next day you found your luck shining on you. Three flyers for a downtown club named Lithium which was offering free drinks for the code printed on them, were stuffed in your mailbox along with other junk.  As usual, when it came to actually going through with your plans you had been dithering, both laziness and your mild agoraphobia making a simple task such as going out with some friends seem like a herculean effort. As if the huge amount of money you’d spent on getting therapy for your anxiety wasn’t reason enough to enjoy your better state of mind once in a while.

You messaged some of your friends, the ones you knew were unlikely to turn down an offer of drinking and partying. Your college friends Naeun and Sooyoung accepted immediately. Giddy with excitement, you spent your day flitting about the house and pampering yourself with every skin care product you owned and scrubbing and waxing yourself down to a polish, not one prickly hair in sight.

It helped that Taehyung was out for his shoot and Jeongguk was out doing god knows what, it’s not like you pried into their lives. Even though it was the more heedful thing to do to know about their whereabouts because if hybrids got into trouble with the authorities out on their own, nobody could save them except their owners. You felt a little relieved that they were prudent enough to wear their collars whenever they were out on their own, though Taehyung wore his wrapped around his wrist like a bracelet.

At the thought of Taehyung you stopped rummaging your closet to rub your chin in contemplation and a little guilt. You could swear he was pouting when he left home this morning for work, looking at you out of the corner of his eyes when it became absolutely apparent that you would not accompany him to the shoot. You also remembered Jeongguk’s soft murmer of appreciation because you’d woken up early to make him breakfast just how he liked, he’d touched your waist lightly while doing so, making you almost drop your plate.

Sighing you glanced back at your closet, your gaze flitting to the deep blue number you’d bought on impulse but never worn. You didn’t feel like you had the confidence to carry risqué clothing, so your more revealing purchases almost always remained untouched in your closet. But you still remembered the happenings of yesterday, you would not pity yourself like they did. Besides, what’s the worst that could happen? Ending up looking like a literal clown was better than making a fool of yourself every other day. You pulled out the deep blue halter dress that moulded to your curves like a second skin and ended at mid-thigh.  

Sooyoung and Naeun brought a bottle of vodka for little prep drinking before you went out. Naeun looked absolutely gorgeous in her slinky black dress and sky-high heels, towering over you as she hugged you. Sooyoung was dressed like she was going to a bdsm club. She was pushing past you to get to the kitchen and pulling out shot glasses before you could even say a word in greeting to her. Naeun and you followed her.

“So who are we getting over?”, Naeun chirped as she grabbed her shot.

“What do you mean?”, you asked nonchalantly, cutting up a melon and getting some salt.

You could feel Naeun stare even though you weren’t looking at her.

“You don’t fool us, ___, we’ve known you since college. You would never willingly go out unless it was absolutely imperative. You’re clearly looking for a distraction.”, Sooyoung gave you a knowing look before downing her first shot like it was water and she a fish.

You laughed, but even to your own ears the sound came out as awkward. “Can’t a girl just let loose with her friends once in a while just for the heck of it.”

Sooyoung exchanged a troubled glance with Naeun, the action reminding you of the subtle glances your two hybrids often exchange with one other, instantly putting a damper on your mood. You were sick of feeling like the butt of some inside joke you were never privy to.

Sooyoung saw your scowl and touched your hand.“We just meant it is unlike you. Even once in a while.”, she assured while reaching for the bottle.Naeun narrowed her eyes at you, making you go tense.

Ever the straightforward one, she never minced her words. She had a reputation for reducing many a guy and girl to tears with her honesty, including you. “I’m sure its got nothing to do with the two hybrids you now own. I saw the pictures in the living room by the way, they’re certainly a sight for sore eyes. Did you fuck them yet?”

You should have expected it but her crass words made you immediately defensive anyhow. “What?! No! I don’t- it’s not like that between us.”

“Between you and them or between them and you?”

“What the fuck does that even mean?” You downed your shot then, already itching to get out there and forget everything happening in your life.

Sooyoung answered for Naeun. “What she means, in Naeun-speak, is if it’s you who wants to keep it “not like that” or them? What’s the tea? C’mon tell us. ”, she imitated your voice, sounding way more annoying than you did. You hoped.

You rolled your eyes on an exasperated sigh. “You guys are looking for “tea” where there is not even a drop of water.”

Naeun pretended to check her one inch glittery gold fake nails. “If that’s so, you don’t mind me asking for their numbers right? It’s been a long time since I’ve been the filling in a sexy hybrid sandwich.”

After a few seconds of you staring at your two friends wide-eyed and them looking at you expectantly, you threw in the towel. “No, I’m not gonna give you their numbers. Can we go already?”

“Sure.”, Sooyoung got up, swinging an arm around your shoulder as she led you to the front door. Naeun followed behind with a smug expression you wanted to slap off. “We’re gonna get you a good lay and you’re gonna forget all about them. Good dick is good dick, no matter where it comes from.”

You made a face. “There’s so much wrong with that sentence.”

******** Club Lithium was jam packed, the weekend crowd clearly evidenced in the long queue of dressed up people that had greeted you outside. You had fully expected to wait outside till your toes went numb in the blue suede pumps you had selected to go along with your dress, but seeing you three approaching the entrance, a bouncer had broken away from his guard at the door to tell you about the random selection for entrants they were doing from people in the line. Which was odd because you hadn’t even joined the queue yet.

You eyed his suspiciously but Sooyoung was jumping at the chance before you could second guess anything, expressing gratitude by bounding upto him to clutch his bicep as he led you all inside.

“I think the girls are doing their job.”, Naeun observed, adjusting her cleavage for maximum potential. You laughed as you entered the club, darkness surrounding you immediately as strobe lights in red and blue occasionally flashed and gave you a glimpse of a crowded dance floor and a bar spanning the entire left side of the club. The mix of bass and thrumming drum beats was already making you itch to move to the rhythm even with just one shot in your system.

You absolutely loved to dance. It didn’t matter that you weren’t all that good at it, you could dance to anything and everything, even silence when you were alone in your apartment with an imaginary song playing in your head. Even if you didn’t find anybody to go home with today, if you were able to dance till your feet hurt you’d consider it a successful night out. Your friends knew this.

Sooyoung took your hand to drag you to the bar, shouting over the music. “Let’s get more shots so we can dance already.”

An adorable looking cat hybrid was manning the bar. His fluffy tail flicked as you signalled for his attention, a wide smile immediately coming on to his face as he greeted you. “My name is Yoongi. What can I get you guys?”

As Sooyoung answered him, you couldn’t help but stare meanwhile. He really was adorable. White tail and ears and a head full of platinum hair, he looked unreal. His black collar shone with a big circle cut diamond hanging from the centre. He was clearly much appreciated by his owner. You wondered if you could get away with gifting something like that to your hybrids. As much as they called you owner, you never got an inkling that they truly acknowledged your ownership enough to accept a symbol of it from you. You didn’t want to step on any toes.

“You look a little lost.” Yoongi’s voice made you snap your gaze to him. He slid your drink towards you.

You downed the shot as quickly as you could before answering him. “Just thinking about my hybrids.”

Yoongi didn’t look surprised, though he leaned his elbows on the bar top in curiosity. “What kind of hybrids do you own? I’m my owner’s only hybrid, I can’t imagine having to share his attention with another.”

“Tiger and wolf.”

Yoongi wrinkled his nose, looking even cuter if that was possible. “Wild predators. We got a wolf h—“

A cheery voice cut him off as a handsome man came down the other side towards Yoongi to fluff up his hair. “I hope you’re not getting distracted again, Yoongi.”

Yoongi huffed as he swatted away his hand. “I’m not. I’m just talking to the customers, Jackson.”

Jackson reached for his hair again, smiling deviously, making the hybrid duck away to escape. You tilted your head, a small smile on your face. What would happen if you made to ruffle Taehyung or Jeongguk’s hair? You had a sudden inexplicable urge to find out.

Leaving the bar you joined your friends on the dance floor. Hip thrusting and body rolling your heart out to the hip hop and EDM fusion beat. As the night progressed, you downed three more shots, thoroughly tipsy when Naeun grabbed you from behind for a less than platonic dance with her, grinding on each other and making many men on the dance floor drool over the sight of you two.

After your sixth shot, you were officially gone to the world as you moved on the dance floor. When an unfamiliar pair of hands snaked around your waist, you didn’t do anything to stop them, didn’t even turn around when a distinctively male, unfamiliar voice whispered in your ear from behind.

“You’re so fucking ho—hghk.” And just like that the hands disappeared and the presence gone from behind in a rush of air.

“Huh?” Slightly confused but the alcohol in your system muddling your intelligence, you made to look over your shoulder but another pair of muscular hands were replacing the previous ones before you could.

The body that moulded to yours thrummed with testosterone and something dangerous, the heady musk of maleness and something wild but eerily familiar making you simultaneously a little scared but comforted. You moved languidly together, though the music was anything but.

He towered over you, you could tell, his chin brushing the top of your head. He didn’t say anything, just held you impossibly close and danced with you like he had all the time in the world. The alcohol you had consumed was making you uncharacteristically bold, you leaned your head against his shoulder and when the music switched to something more sultry, you slowly took his hands in yours to trail them up your waist.

For a few seconds he didn’t do anything, but soon enough he was taking your prompt and running his veiny hands up your body. When his hands brushed the underside of your breasts, a sigh escaped your lips even as your failing inhibitions tried to contain it. “Yes.”

You threw caution to the wind when one of his fingers almost touched a nipple through the fabric of your dress. Taking his hands in yours, you placed them firmly on your breasts, undulating your hips to the beat to rub against his pelvis.

A curse left his lips that he muffled against your hair, hooking the the curtain of it that fell over your right shoulder with his fingers to bare your neck to him. He pressed his mouth to the sensitive skin there, and you had inkling he was also doing it to not let any more sounds escape him.

Reaching a hand behind you, you grabbed a thick thigh, urging him to not let any space between you. He bit your neck at the action, sucking on the skin to leave a bruise there.

“Fuck yes!”, you moaned, closing your eyes. You were unbearably wet in your lace panties, your thighs rubbing together to alleviate the sensations his touch on your breasts was causing.

When you couldn’t take it anymore, you swiftly turned around to attach your lips to his. Not caring to take a look at his face, the only thing illuminating your surroundings were occasional flashing strobe lights anyway, you went on your tip toes to deepen the kiss, licking his bottom lip for more. He obliged with equal eagerness, clutching the back of your head so that his tongue could explore your mouth.

He tasted divine, smelled even more amazing. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, certain you were going to spend your night in the arms of a strange man that felt like home. You hadn’t expected to actually get laid tonight, but were thoroughly satisfied by how the night was turning out.

Biting his lip, you trailed kisses up his jaw as your hands inched up to card into his thick hair. You were about to whisper into his ear a proposition to leave for somewhere less crowded when your fingers encountered the distinctive shape of ears on his head, the soft fur tickling your skin. You had no clue you were kissing a hybrid.

Surprised, you pulled back to look at the hybrid you’d almost been vertical fucking in front of so many people. The man tried to pull you back in to his lips but you resisted, curious, and when next the lights flashed to illuminate the club momentarily, your heart almost lurched out of your chest in shock.

Jeongguk was staring back at you with heavy lidded eyes, lips swollen from your frantic kisses and a hungry look on his face.

“Won’t you ask me to take you home, Owner?”

You gasped, stumbling back as some sobriety filtered back in. What had you done? This was not supposed to happen. You had promised yourself you’d never let either of them seduce you just for the sake of it. Your heart couldn’t handle it. Couldn’t handle being a notch on their belt when you had to live with them, and knowing your tendency for attachment it was downright dangerous for you to delve into any kind of physical intimacy with them.

But of course, why would they care about your heart. They were as cruel with their inconsiderate handling of your feelings towards them as ever. He could have easily told you who he was, or better yet never approached you in the first place, but they could never pass up a chance to torment you, could they? Your lips were already craving for more, your body still tingling in all the right places, even though you’d done nothing but make out. This is why you never wanted to go down this path, if you didn’t know what you were missing, you wouldn’t want it as much. Now, Jeongguk had ruined even that for you. He likely thought it’d be fun to prank his owner, making your vulnerability the butt of the joke as always. And now you couldn’t go back to just imagining what it felt like kissing them, he’d gone and given you a taste of what you couldn’t have. All for a joke. He must be laughing at you internally for falling into his arms so easily, even without looking at his face.

Self pity and humiliation were a depressing combination, forcing tears into your eyes even as you tried your best to keep them at bay.

Jeongguk had started closing the distance between you again, lust evident on his face, when the sudden suspicious shine in your eyes made him go stock-still.

A horrified, confused look dawned on his beautiful face. “Owner, what-wait—!”

Not letting him speak and fuck up everything more than it already was, you turned to flee the club.  

A/n: let me know what you thought, feedback keeps me writing.

[ddaengyoonmin]

@kpopgirlbtssvt

Paring: hybrid!Taehyung x hybrid!Jimin x human!reader

Genre: Fluff, angst, hybrid!au, mate!au, poly!au

Warnings: mentions of the hybrids being mistreated, very light mature content.

A/N: This was really fun to write and I might want to do a more mature(nsfw) sequel to it! Hope you like it💜💜💜💜

Word count: 5.2k

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Work was boring as always, and a customer decided that it was your fault that your store didn’t have the item in stock that they wanted. So your day wasn’t going too great. You worked at a shop that sold supplies for hybrids, leashes and collars and specialty food for the more picky breeds of hybrid.

 Lately all it reminded you of was the cute little parrot hybrid that your family had owned growing up that your parents had recently informed you they had to give away because she was getting to old for them to handle.  It broke your heart.  You couldn’t believe that your parents would treat her that way.  Most people treat hybrids so cruel in your opinion, adopting them and tossing them when they get bored or it becomes too hard.  

You know that they are only half human, but they act and (besides some of their features) they look mostly human, you can’t help but think of them as equals that just need some extra care.  Your best work friend Hoseok was one of the few good ones, he took care of his hybrid well and let him just hangout with him like they were friends, and they really were.  You haven’t yet adopted your own, you were close to doing so once at an adoption shelter that mostly just sold cat and dog hybrids but you just didn’t click with any of them.

“So how’s Yoongi doing?” you asked Hoseok while the two of you were on break together.

“He’s doing well, I’m actually thinking of adopting another hybrid to keep him company during the day while I’m at work.  I think he's been getting lonely stuck in the house”

One of the rules about hybrids that you hated.  They weren’t ever allowed to go anywhere without their owners, so poor Yoongi had to stay inside all day anytime Hoseok worked, or he could get in a lot of trouble with the law.

“That might be a good idea, but don’t you think two hybrids is a lot to handle? Can you afford that?” you wondered

Hoseok shrugged, taking a bite of his sandwich he had brought on break with him “I think I can manage. As long as it’s compatible with Yoongi.”  You nodded in understanding.  Yoongi was quite the rare breed, a grumpy Grizzly bear who didn’t get along with anyone easily who wasn’t Hoseok.  He was even still kinda shy around you after the two years you’d known him.

You and Hoseok clock back in and finish your long shift. Then you gather your backpack and put on your favorite puffy blue coat that you had brought along with you.  

“You sure you don’t want a ride home? It looks like it’s gonna rain” Hoseok tried to persuade you.

“I’m good” you chuckled “I really do like walking home.”

“Suit yourself crazy” Hoseok teased, giving you a quick hug,  he twirled his keys around his fingers and walked away to his car giving you one last little wave before getting in and heading out of the parking lot.

Your walk home was usually about 45 minutes, but you looked forward to it, it was relaxing to just walk alone and listen to all the big city noises.

Yet, Hoseok was right, only about 5 minutes into your walk it started to sprinkle rain, the dark sky was hinting that it was only the start.

You sighed and put the hood of your coat up over your head, shivering slightly.  Maybe you could figure out a shortcut home through some of the alleyways between the buildings.

You see a long, dark and narrow path between the red neon light of a chinese restaurant and a large bank that seemed to be a good bet for the shortcut home.

It somewhat gave you the creeps, but the rain was slowly getting heavier and heavier by the minute and you knew that you would be caught in quite the strong downpour if you didn’t make it home soon.  

Fuck it, you thought, and started a quick pace down the alley.  

About half way down your speed mixed with the wet pavement and bad shoes decided to betray you and you slipped and fell.  Palms out you caught yourself with minimal damage, only a slight stinging on your hands now.

You stood up, brushing the dirt and gravel off of your hands when you saw something strange.

Huddled next to a dumpster there looked like two figures.  You almost ran, not wanting to get mugged or attacked here where no one else was around.  But then you saw, poking out from the tops of both of their heads were furry ears, kind of like cat ears but not any cat you’d ever encountered.

They both were sleeping curled up together sharing a single brown jacket draped over them, that looked like they must have found it in the trash somewhere.  The smaller one had his head burrowed under one of the larger hybrid’s arms as he held him tight shivering, his lips quivering from the cold.

You didn’t know if you should approach them, but your heart broke at the idea of just leaving and doing nothing to help them.  If they were found by Hybrid Control they could potentially be taken to one of the city shelters that you knew were more like jails.  Or worse someone could take them and sell them to one of those illegal underground hybrid fighting clubs that you’d heard of.  

The right thing to do seemed to be to at least make sure they were okay. So you slowly stepped towards them, not wanting to startle them and have them think you were going to hurt them.  You carefully moved their way and crouched down next to them, approaching the side of the smaller boy.  His silver wet strands of hair were sticking to his forehead as the rain continued to fall on the three of you.

You put a hand on his shoulder gently to wake him.  Almost instantly a hand shot up and grabbed your wrist.  Both of their eyes were open and on you, a growl escaped the lips of the larger black haired hybrid.  Their piercing gaze sent a chill down your spine, their eyes were catlike and intense.  The large white ears sitting flat back to their heads.  The smaller boy who was gripping your wrist tightly let out a hiss, his sharp cuspids bared at you.

“We won’t let you take us back” the black haired one lowly grumbled, his eyes narrowing.

“No, no, you’re misunderstanding.  I’m here to help.  I won’t hurt you, I swear!” your eyes widened as you tried to make sure your honestly showed through your tone.

“And why should we trust that you aren’t with them? Just trying to trick us and bring us back” the silver haired hybrid growled.

“My name is y/n.  I work at a hybrid supply store.  I live alone and I’m not going to hurt you or take you anywhere you don’t want to go.  You have to trust me” You hoped telling them a bit about yourself might help convince them that you are just a passing good samaritan.

The two of them looked at you skeptically.

“You can’t want to just sit here out in the rain.  If you want I have a guest room at my apartment you can stay in for just the night?” you offered.

The silver haired boy turned and whispered into the other hybrid’s ear.  They spoke back and forth too quiet for you to hear for a short while.

“Fine.” The black haired one spoke, “We’ll come with you for just the night. But if it even so much as looks like you’re planning on turning us in, just remember that we aren’t kitten hybrids” he glared at you.

You nodded, wondering if you were making a mistake, what were they? Were they dangerous? Should you have just left them alone?

The grip on your wrist releases and you stand up.  The larger hybrid helped the smaller one up, then you realize that both of them tower over you.  While one of them was shorter than the other, he still stood about a head taller than you.  You inhaled sharply, realizing that bringing these two back to your house could be risky.

I’m doing the right thing. You told yourself.

As you started walking to show them the way, you noticed that the shorter man was limping, he had an arm around the shoulder of the other as they walked to steady himself.

What could have happened to them?

When the three of you arrived you saw that they were still shaking and shivering from being out in the cold.

“If you want to take a warm shower, I can show you how it works?” you offered.

They nodded shyly, eyes wide they both looked around your apartment in awe.

“This place is amazing” the smaller hybrid gasped with his mouth in an O shape.

You’d never thought of your place as amazing, it was actually pretty small for most people’s standards.  A small kitchen with appliances that you wouldn’t consider up to date.  A tiny living room that barely fit your couch and the coffee table and TV that sat in front of it.  The guest bedroom was small and unused.  You’d bought a full sized bed for it with some cute blue sheets and a blue flower pattern comforter in hopes that your friends from the small town you grew up in would come visit you when you’d moved here to the city.  But they never had.  

There was one bathroom with plain gray walls, a small shower/tub, a toilet and one person sink with a cute mirror hanging up over it.

Your room was only slightly bigger than the guest room and was quite plain.  White sheets and a fuzzy black blanket laid messily on your unmade bed, clothes messily laid around on the floor by your wooden dresser, and a few too many empty glasses on your bedside table.  

You had instantly shut the door to your room when you’d walked in with them, embarrassed of the mess.

You walked them to the bathroom and showed them how to use the shower and brought some towels to use.  

Both of them at the same time started undressing before you’d even left the room.  Before you had a chance to look away, they were shirtless, they were a bit too skinny, and there were a few similar scars and scratches scattered across the expanse of both of their toned chests.

“Ah!” you shrieked in surprise, whipping your whole body around in a 180 towards the door. “I’ll leave you guys to it then”

You hadn’t expected them to both get into the shower together, but you guessed that they were just too nervous to be alone.  Again you wonder what could’ve happened to them... The marks on their chest and stomach looked like they’d been whipped with something, and the silver haired one had been limping the whole way home.  

You went and grabbed some extra blankets and pillows to put in the guest room for them.  Then went to the kitchen to make some of your favorite soup for the three of you.

You heard the shower shut off and then the door creak open.  

They walked out together, drying their hair with their towels almost in sync with each other.  They were wearing their pants at least, but they were still shirtless.  The sight was lovely.

 You let out a small gasp that only you could hear.  Their skin looked soft and smooth, besides the cuts (that you set a mental note to yourself to take a look at, and offer some antibiotic cream and then bandage for them) you imagined yourself running your hand down their chests, feeling the pronounced abs that graced their stomachs.

 You bit your lip slightly at the thought, then shook your head quickly to snap yourself out of it.  You shouldn’t think of them that way.  They were scared and lost, and obviously not trusting of humans.  The last thing they needed was someone trying to feel them up, no matter how tempting and angelic they looked, that just was wrong.

“I made soup!” you chimed,walking to sit on the couch where you had placed out three bowls with three spoons for all of you.  You patted the couch for them to sit next to you.

They joined you and stared suspiciously at the bowls in front of them.  

“What, ya never had soup before?” you joked at them with a giggle.

They both shook their heads.  

“No…” the black haired man frowned.

“Oh.” you became serious, realizing you shouldn’t have teased them.  “It's good! Look,” you grabbed your bowl and spoon and started to eat.

The two hybrid men imitate your actions and started to eat.

“Woah!” the smaller one gasped out “This is so good!” he started to eat hurriedly, ditching the spoon and opting to just hold the bowl up to his face and slurp it down with bright eyes.

“So what are your names?” you asked between spoonfuls.

The silver haired boy sets his empty bowl down on the table, “Ah, names...Not sure.  Sometimes they’d called me Mochi” he shrugged “that was mostly only when they’d try and adopt me out, besides that it was ‘hybrid 8321’”

“And they’d call me ‘V’ sometimes, but mostly I was ‘hybrid 8322’”  the darker haired one said softly.

“Who are ‘they’?” you wondered.

V and Mochi exchanged looks at each other, as if debating on whether they should tell you.

“If we tell you, you have to promise not to bring us back there” V spoke with his eyes narrowed and stern.

“Of course I won’t. I told you I won’t make you go anywhere you don’t want to” you nodded.

“You gotta say you promise!” Mochi whined with a pout.

“I promise” you returned.

“We escaped from a company called the Exotic Hybrid Breeding Association.  It’s a shelter” V put shelter in air quotes as he spoke. “But it was horrific.  They kept us in small cages.  8321 and I were next to each other our whole lives.” upon seeing your eyes widened he repeated “Yeah, our whole lives...Well actually...almost. We were born there, and raised there.  They trained us how to be good to a potential family that might adopt us.  8321 got adopted one year, and he was sent back almost instantly.  We had told them that we didn’t want to go to seperate homes, if someone wanted one of us, we both should go.” he growled at his memory “But they dragged him out of his cage one day and took him away from me”

Mochi cuddled into V’s side as he spoke, V wrapped his arms around him and kissed the top of his head.  

“8321 ended up biting one of the members of the family that adopted him and they returned him immediately.  The people at the shelter beat him and hurt him for being a bad pet. Beatings weren’t unusually there, but that one could’ve killed him.” V hissed. “After that, I knew we couldn’t stay there.  We came up with a plan to escape, so we could always be together” he squeezed Mochi tightly to him.

“The outside world isn’t easy though. We’d only been out there for a few days, and it was so scary.” Mochi pouted.

“Not as scary as the shelter though” V looked down at the silver haired boy, to which Mochi nodded in agreement.

“Thats horrible” you whispered, almost in tears at their story. “I don’t even know what to say” you stared down into your soup, spinning it around with your spoon.

V shrugged, “Not really anything to say I guess. Just glad we aren’t there. And I’d do anything to make sure it stays that way”

“Well you can stay here as long as you want” you told him.  Not even thinking twice about it.  

“Thank you.” V quietly replied, gazing down affectionately at a now almost asleep Mochi.

“What are you by the way?” you blurted. “Ah, sorry if that came out weird...what breed of hybrid are you? That's probably a better way of asking”

V chuckled softly so as not to move Mochi too much.  “We are both the same, Eurasian Lynxes”

“Oh woah.” Your eyebrows raised up “I’d never heard of that breed of hybrid, I thought maybe you were snow leopards or something.” you admitted

“Kinda missing the big fluffy tails if that was the case” V smiled slightly, pointing to the snoring Mochi who was now sprawled out on his stomach with his head in V’s lap, a small stubby tail poked out from a hole in the back of his pants.

“Ah, I see.” you nodded, silence lingered in the apartment for a while before you decided to break it “So you two really are close.” you looked at the way Mochi clung to V

“He’s my mate” V stated simply “My whole life its been him and I.  Even though we could only touch hands through the bars of our cages. They wouldn’t even give us exercise time at the same times.” he frowned with sad eyes. “This week was the first time I’ve ever held him”

You smiled, not wishing what they’d gone through on anyone, but thinking how nice it must be to have someone like that.  A mate. Someone who loved you the way it was obvious that they loved each other.

“Well” you sighed, standing up from the couch and collecting the dishes from the table, “Like I said, you can stay here as long as you’d like.  The guest bedroom is yours, or you can sleep here on the couch.  I’d just suggest not going out anywhere without me, it really is dangerous out there for hybrids without owners to just wander around. But, I’m not going to tell you what to do.” you shrugged.

 You didn’t want to pressure them.  It sounded like their whole life was being controlled and confined with no freedom.  You wanted them to know that they had choices here with you, and as much as you hoped that they would stay here for a while, you weren’t going to force them.

“Thank you” you heard V answer quietly as you make your way to your room. A small smile grows on your face at the feeling of your house not being as empty as it usually is.  You hadn’t even realized how lonely you’d been until they got here.  It was soothing and made you feel happier than you’d felt in a long time just knowing they were there in the other room.  Part of you never wanted them to leave

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The next day was your day off.  You woke up early and walked out to the living room quietly, not sure if V and Mochi were still sleeping on the couch.

But the couch was empty.  They must’ve moved to the bed, you hoped.  Not wanting to intrude but scared that they might’ve just left, you cracked the door to the guest room quietly and peeked in.

The two of them were curled up cutely together under all of the blankets, sleeping peacefully in each others arms.

You shut the door and let out a sigh of relief, not really sure why you were so worried but so glad that they were still here.

You decided to call up Hoseok to see if he had any suggestions on what you should do to help them.

“Woah, I’ve heard of that shelter before, they’ve been sued a lot for abusing their hybrids, but they make so much money that they basically have their lawsuits budgeted in.” Hoseok spat out angrily after you’d told him V and Mochi’s situation.

“I hate people that treat hybrids like that.” he grumbled.

“Yeah it’s awful” you sighed “I’m just glad they are okay now.  Do you have any advice on taking care of them? Making sure they have everything they need?”

Hoseok was quiet for a moment on the other line, you could picture him standing there with his hand on his chin thinking.

“Lynxes you said?”

“Yeah Eurasian Lynxes, it seems like quite the rare breed.”

“It is, I’ve never heard of anyone owning one.  You might have some issues with adopting them if it comes down to that.  If the shelter has reported them as missing and then you go to adopt them it’d probably show up on their radar instantly.” he said seriously

“Oh.  But, what if I just tell the shelter I’d adopt them, I mean, thats what they do, adopt out hybrids to owners right?” you suggested

“Have you seen what exotic hybrids go for? Thats easily a whole year of the paychecks we make, and that’s just for one.”

You gasped “Wait really? How’d you afford a grizzly bear hybrid?”

Hoseok chuckled, “Well, he’s not necessarily considered exotic.  Just high risk.  And I got him from a shelter where they knock the price down for hard to sell hybrids” he paused “grizzlies aren’t exactly popular except for in the illegal fighting rings.” he grew serious as he trailed off on that last part.

You were glad you had a friend who cared for his hybrid the way you felt they deserved to be treated.  You wished more people could be like Hoseok.

“Ah. So any other advice?”

“Hmm, just make sure they feel at home.  It seems like you’re doing a good job already.  Treat them just like you would a person, they are smart and they aren’t just pets, it’s more than that.  As long as you stick to that, I think you’ll be fine.  Just ask them what they need, I’m sure they can tell you.”

“Thanks Hoseok, I really appreciate it.  Maybe you could come over some time and introduce Yoongi to them if he wants.”

“That’d be awesome! Lets not rush it though.” he answered

“Right. Anyways, I should get going, I’m gonna make them breakfast”

“Peace out y/n, keep me updated on how things are going.  Be safe”

“Will do, talk to ya soon” you hung up the phone, walking to the kitchen to pull out some ingredients for a large breakfast.

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Things went smoothly over the next week, V and Mochi showed no signs of being uncomfortable in your home.  They appreciated everything you did for them with a big smile.  You were getting used to having them around as part of your routine.

They were becoming well adjusted to life with you.  Mochi would pout when you’d leave for work and then light up with his ears perked when you’d come home with a loud “Y/N!”

Today when you’d gotten back from work he even gave you a big hug, his arms wrapped around your stomach.  You grinned and patted him on the head, “Hey Mochi”

V sat on the couch, a serious expression on his face, pulling at his fingers nervously.

You walked over to sit down next to him, taking your shoes off and tossing them by the door.

“Hey you okay?” you asked him, slightly confused at his solemn demeanor.

He bit his lip nervously as Mochi plopped himself down on the couch on the other side of him.

“I just...feel like we’ve gotten comfortable here.  It kinda scares me.” he looked down into his lap avoiding your eyes, “I know you said we can stay as long as we’d like.  But I don’t want to overstay my welcome. I don’t want to be a burden on you” he sighed “We’ve decided we are going to leave tomorrow”

You felt your heart clench with sadness at his words.  There was no way in the world that you’d ever think of them being here as overstaying their welcome, let alone a burden.

“Oh, if that's what you want” you spoke gloomily. “I’ll never force you into anything.  But, I like you both being here.  I actually…” you took a deep breath, “I want to adopt you.  If you’d let me.  Unofficially of course, we can’t do the real paperwork for it” you nervously admitted.

“You what?” Mochi gasped and stared at you with his eyes wide as saucers. “A-Adopt? Both of us?” he squeeked.

V was silent but his expression was loud, his eyes large and his jaw dropped open.

“I’m sorry, that's ridiculous isn’t it.  You don’t have a good history with humans, and here I am suggesting that I could own you or something, I’m stupid” you shook your head.

“No” Mochi shook his head “That’s not it…”

“Do you really want us here? Like...forever?” V looked up at you with his catlike eyes.

“I do, I want you to stay.  I want to take care of you and give you a home for always” you smiled at them.

The two of them turned to each other and whispered into each other's ears quietly as they often did. Then turned back to you and nodded in sync “Please adopt us y/n.” they spoke together.

“And name us…” V whispered shyly.  “Its not that we don’t like V and Mochi, but...those were the names that they gave us.  We want you to give us real names.”

“Oh, yeah sure” you thought, pursing your lips together and thinking hard.

“You’ll be Taehyung, or Tae” you pointed to V, “And you’ll be Jimin” you pointed to Mochi

The two of them purred and smiled widely

“I love it! Jimin...its so pretty y/n. Thank you!” he jumped up from his spot on the couch and ran over to you, tackling you and snuggling his face into the crook of your neck.  You giggled and ruffled his silver hair as you returned his affections.

“Is Taehyung okay?” you asked

“More than okay.  Incredible” his cheerful eyes met yours. “It feels...like me”

Jimin now sat on your lap while cuddling you, nuzzling his face against you.

“Well that settles it then. Taehyung and Jimin, you’ll stay here, this is your home now” you spoke warmly.

“Mmm. I like that” Taehyung leaned in and rested his head on your shoulder.

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After a few more weeks you things seemed even more routine with Taehyung and Jimin.  You’d even started showing them how to cook yummy food for themselves while you were at work.  The guest room had become their room, you let them look online with you to pick out bedding that they liked better than the blue flower patterned comforter.  

Your home really had become theirs as well.  You were comfortable with them, always joking and goofing around.  Sometimes they’d pick you up and spin you around joking about how tiny you were compared to them.

They were much larger than you, and actually three years older you’d found out.  They were the same age as each other , just a few months apart. It seemed so surreal that they’d known each other their whole lives, and here they were happy and in love.  

Slight jealousy flooded over you at the thought. You again wished that you could find such a strong love like they shared.

Taehyung noticed you pouting while the three of you sat on the couch watching TV.  

“You okay?” his brow furrowed and he looked worried.

“Ah...yeah its nothing.” you brushed it off hoping that they’d drop it.

 You looked over to see them whispering to each other, then looking over at you.

“Hey y/n…” Jimin shyly spoke. “Can we sleep in your room tonight…”

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You hadn’t been sure whether or not it was a good idea.  You actually texted Hoseok about it and asked him if it was weird to sleep in the same bed as your hybrids.

To which he joked ‘You mean sleep with your hybrids?!’

‘Not like that!!!’ you had texted back immediately.

‘No not weird’ he replied ‘on both acounts ;)’ he added after the first text.

You groaned and rolled your eyes at your phone.  Though, it's not like you’d never thought of it before, but you always stopped yourself before your thoughts got too carried away.

You were now laying in bed under the covers, scrunched as far to one side as you could to leave enough room for Taehyung and Jimin who were finishing  brushing their teeth and getting ready to join you.

When the two of them walked in, you let out an audible gasp.  They were shirtless, wearing only sweatpants that hung low, showing off the vlines of their lower abs so magnificently.

Jimin jumped on the bed excitedly next to you and snuggled up close.

“Hey no fair” Taehyung pouted walking over to the bed, “I wanted to cuddle y/n tonight”

“If she sleeps in the middle we can both cuddle her Taehyung” Jimin smiled, they loved using the names that you had given them.

Taehyung smiled and nodded walking to the side of the bed where you were and motioning for you to move over.

“Why do we both need to cuddle y/n???” you joked at them as you moved over for Tae.

You felt Taehyung's arms wrap around your stomach and pull you in close to him, while Jimin flung a leg over top of you comfortably.

“Cuz we like you.” Jimin said cutely, nuzzling his head into your shoulder.

Then you felt Taehyung’s breath close to your ear as he moved his head in close, “We really like you y/n” then he planted a kiss on your cheek.

“Wait woah woah woah” you shot up, shaking the two of them off of you.

“I told you she didn’t like us like that” Jimin pouted, his face fell as he recoiled away from you.

Taehyung looked hurt and embarrassed.

“Oh no, Jimin, Taehyung I-” you took a deep breath in. “I’m just confused. Its a lot to take in.  Of course I’ve started to grow some feelings for you.  I actually really like you too, both of you.  I just…” you look at Jimin and then Taehyung “I thought you two were mates, which meant you just loved each other?”

For so long, You hadn’t let yourself be entertained the idea that they might like you back.  In all of the fantasies you tried to stop yourself from feeling anything that could make them think they were being taken advantage of.  

You were their owner after all, it just didn’t feel totally right.  But, Hoseok said it wasn’t weird, and he is the kindest person to hybrids that you know.  So maybe...it really isn’t too far out there that you could honestly have something real with them.  

The only thing that really stopped you from trying to initiate anything with them was that you knew they were in love with each other, and there was no way you wanted to get in the way of that strong bond that they shared.

“I love Taehyung so much, yeah, hes my mate.  But, y/n I love you too!” Jimin answered.

“Jimin and I think it would be amazing if all three of us were mates...together” Taehyung sheepishly admitted.

“All three of us…” you repeated in a whisper. To which the two hybrids nodded.

A small smile grew on your face and butterflies felt like they were taking over your whole body.

“That would be amazing” you breathed out.

Jimin squealed with joy, and jumped back to cuddling you, planting tiny kisses all over your neck and cheek.

Taehyung purred lowly and grabbed onto you, snuggling against you closely with a big grin on his face.  “Our home is with you. Always.”

[rofics]

Come Together Pt 2

Bts gang au x hybrid reader and friend!

Warnings: Violence once again probably, cursing as always

http://rofics.tumblr.com/post/171003862922/come-together-pt-1-bts-mafia-au-mixed-with-hybrid

http://rofics.tumblr.com/post/171082100892/come-together-pt-3-bts-gang-au-x-hybrid-reader

*Time Skip*

I finally calmed down enough to know that I can face the others without murdering them. Funny how I just agreed to protect them but I'm the one who's getting help. I slide off the bed and walk over to the closet, I peak in and am surprised to see some random articles of clothing so I pick out some comfy shorts. I place them tactfully around my tail as it swishes happily, finally freed. I pad down the stairs to see everyone conversing, Sacha notices me first and smiles at me. I smile back and give everyone a bow

"Sorry about that, I have to recollect myself sometimes" I apologize sheepishly, tail curling around my legs and ears turning downwards.

"Hey don't use puppy dog eyes! I can't handle them!" Sacha whines, covering her eyes. I let out a small chuckle and settle myself next to her, scruffing her ears a bit.

"We found some info about this Ayden dude, you're right, he's not dead. He's altered his face but the eyes are exactly the same as before, guess cats are proud of who they are" Yoongi informs me, showing me a picture. My heart drops and my stomach coils

"I know..that was my reaction too" Sacha whispers solemnly. The guy in the picture was Ayden, but I also knew him as Alex, someone in every one of my classes.

"He probably used the classes with you to figure out info, did you ever feel like you were being followed at all?" Jin asks me and I shake my head.

"He may be a crazy ass shit but stealth was his middle name, nobody could hear him coming. I was also occupied by friends a lot so I never noticed then either" I reply with a frown.

"Since Y/N is back, and you know who's trying to ge us, who exactly are we protecting you guys from?" Sacha wonders. RM or Namjoon as we learned lets out an embarrassed chuckle.

"Well, almost every gang you could list honestly. They don't like how I just became in charge because of my father. Then there's the ones that Tae has infiltrated. But our main rivals are gangs named Got7 and Vixx. We have an ally named Exo that help us out every now and then." Namjoon tells us while Yoongi pulls up informational pictures of Exo first and I scan their faces. Some of them look familiar, maybe I knew them as children. Vixx was next and I didn't recognize anyone, they were all brand new. Finally was Got7, Sacha let out an audible gasp and I reached for her hand. The leader of this Got7 gang was none other than her current boyfriend, Jaebum. He also looked so so so familiar, like a face I had seen many of times. Then it finally clicked..that was the son of the one who killed our families. Got7...first generation were our parents enemies as well, I can't believe I forgot their name. I pull Sacha to me, wrapping my arms around her.

"I assume you know him?" Hoseok questions, raising a brow and I nod stiffly.

"That's Sacha's boyfriend. His dad is also responsible for murdering our families" I mutter, snarl on my face.

"Well this is a terrible coincidence" Jimin mumbles

"You're telling me" I mutter back.

"Are you going to break it off with him?" Tae asks and Sacha gives a shrug

"I'm going to have to, his dad killed my parents and he's the rival of people I'm protecting. My family never went back on what they said" she says and I run my hands over her ears. This fucking sucks man, first the house, then Ayden, and now this fuck fest of a boyfriend. The dude wasn't even mean! He treated Sacha like a damn Queen, he even won me over which is extremely hard to do. I won't lie, I've even eyed his friend or second in command Mark a few times but I know not to bark up that tree now. We all settle into another silence, me still comforting Sacha. The poor girl was probably trying to remember any signs of him being in a gang or any family ties.

"Y/N can i pet you? It always makes me feel better" Sacha begs, staring up at me with her wide eyes. I sputter a bit, not wanting these men who have probably killed a lot of people to see me in a vulnerable state. But I could see the heart break in her eyes and I nodded yes with a pout.

"You should let me pet you too sometime! Your ears look very soft" Tae says innocently and I turn even more red, tail swishing against the couch as my dog side gets excited at more pets.

"Don't fall into Y/N's trap, once you start you can't stop and then you get a puddle hybrid" Sacha warns with a laugh and I let out whine.

"It's not my fault...it feels nice okay?" I try to retaliate but it's in a cry of a hurt puppy which makes her coo and I huff at her.

"You know, I find it funny how you two work but you came from the top two strongest gangs" Jimin adds, chuckling at us, earning a nod from Hoseok.

"After the accident and we were left alone we decided to hide that part. We really just wanted to live normal lives, she's the only one who can pet me freely though. Unless I like you, then it's allowed" I state, I'm very picky about who touches me. If I don't like them I bite their hand, plain and simple.

"Also, would there be any chance of me going shopping tomorrow? I really don't want to be limited to the same jeans and shirt for my whole life" I ask and Namjoon nods.

"An outing of sorts would be nice, knowing we'd have extra eyes would make it easier" he says and I smile at him, tail wagging happily. The sky had gone dark as it was a bit past midnight, time goes by quickly when you're having fun. Sacha is a bit nocturnal so I knew she wasn't sleepy but the guys look like they haven't slept well lately. Maybe they'll feel better tonight with us around! I let out a little yawn, Sacha's petting was making me relaxed and sleepy.

"Some sleep will probably do us good, especially if we're going to have another out day" Jungkook pipes up, I honestly forgot he was there because he doesn't really talk much. He must be a really shy guy. I get up from my spot and stretch, tail accidentally hitting Sacha in the face.

"Watch where you put that thing" she laughs playfully and pokes me. I murmur a sorry as it curls around my legs.

"Your tail is very fluffy, is that a trait in Malamutes?" Hoseok asks and I nod.

"Very puffy and soft...you can touch it if you want. I'f I'm going to protect you we gotta trust each other" I offer. Hoseok gives me a smile that rivaled the sun as he reaches behind me to run a hand up my tail. He lets out a giggle then reaches for my ears, tussling my hair as well. Tae approaches me next and goes straight for petting my ears, I'm pretty sure these guys are all animal lovers and have had pets before. Once the petting fest was over we all split up into our own rooms, making sure front doors and windows were locked with the security system on. I crawl back onto my silk sheets happily, the material was so soft against my skin. I got under the sheets and snuggled into the pillow, my tail wrapped around me in comfort. I fell into a peaceful sleep, all nice and warm. In the early morning my ears picked up on sounds of sighing and distress. I sit up facing the cold and focus more, it's coming from the room to my left which I believe is Tae's. I slip out of the cover and tip toe out of my room to his door, I barely tap on it to show I was there and gently open it. I step in and close it behind me

"Are you okay?" I ask, eyes adjusted to the dark.

"I guess, I just can't get comfortable and I like to sleep with something" he whispers

"I can sleep with you, I'm very warm" I offer with a smile he can't see. He nods shyly and I walk over to his bed, sitting down on it.

"Thank you.." he mumbles

"No problem, it's part of the job right?" I reply with a giggle, getting underneath the covers with him. I have him lay on his side and curl up behind him, head against his back, with an arm across his waist and my tail curled around his leg. I liked cuddling people so this was great. His hands hold onto my arm as he tries to relax again. It takes a couple minutes, but his breathing finally slows down so I close my eyes, falling back to sleep.

*Morning Time*

My eyes blink open and I stare at the ceiling, we must have switched positions somehow because I was on my back with Tae's head on my chest. I smile to myself, all of this attention was making me feel great. I hear noise from the others waking up, yawns and shuffling feet, doors opening and closing.

"Where's Y/N?" I hear Sacha ask then see her face in the doorway. I wave to her and she walks into the room. The others poke their heads in and I wave to them as well.

"Why are you in Tae's bed?" Jungkook asks in confusion

"I heard him flip and flop last night so I offered to sleep with him as a cuddle buddy" I reply softly, not wanting to wake him up. Too late, Tae stirs and sits up, rubbing his eyes. I sit up and hop out of the bed, we all head downstairs where Jin is starting some breakfast. We say thank you for the food and dig in, there was plenty to chose from so I didn't feel bad about loading my plate up. I needed the energy for protecting! There was more talking today, guess we just needed to warm up to each other over a destroyed house and reviewing gangs. With full bellies we go get changed out of our night clothes. I managed to find a dark purple hoodie, and put on my black skinny jeans with my shoes. I tucked my tail loosely upwards today since the hoodie was pretty baggy and I'm sure people couldn't tell. I got a cool dark purple beanie that matched my hoodie from Hoseok to cover up my ears.

We weren't going to take the limo today since that'd draw too much attention, so we broke up into two cars. One car was Jin, Tae, Jimin, Jungkook,and I while the other was Sacha, Namjoon, Hoseok, and Yoongi. Jimin took the front seat since he was the second oldest of us so I sat in between Tae and Jungkook. We played lots of fun music, singing along to the lyrics purposefully off key. The drive into town wasn't long, about 10 minutes and we pulled into the parking lot of a giant mall that I had never been too. We all get out, there was no need for the boys to hide their identities completely since normal people didn't recognize them. I have to think of where I want to begin since I have to build my clothing collection from scratch. We headed into a store with socks and underwear so I got three packs of each thing. My next stop was Old Navy for some pants since they normally had okay deals. I try some of them on and jokingly model them for everyone. I bought another black pair, some light washed ones, dark washed ones, a red pair, a light gray pair, and a dark gray pair. I got random shirts, sweaters, and sweatshirts from random stores. Damn did it feel good to shop for new clothes. I mostly bought everything but Namjoon did use his leader authority and bought me some things as a sorry your shit got destroyed gift.

"Let's get some ice cream" Jin states, staring longingly at a sweets stand. We all agree and he buys everyone whatever we want, I got *favorite flavor(s)* and licked mine happily. I notice Sacha's ear twitch under her hat and tilt my head, trying to hear what she's hearing. Men...laughing? Oh shit! Oh shit! It's Jaebum's laugh!

"Abort mission, abort mission!" I whisper yell, grabbing everyone's attention.

"Why are we whispering?!" Hoseok whisper yells back at me

"We just heard Jaebum's laugh from the direction we're going in!" I reply. Before we can change course the gang comes into view, Jackson spots us and nudges Jaebum, pointing to us.

"Fffuuucckkkk" Sacha whines under her breath and I pat her back. Got7 approaches us so we stand in front of the guys.

"Heyy babe" Sacha smiles awkwardly, shuffling her feet. Jaebum looks at Sacha, then at Bts, then back at Sacha.

"This is who you've been with?" He questions bluntly, staring right at Namjoon. I lick my ice cream quietly, this awkward silence was killer.

"Y..yeah" Sacha mumbles guiltily, looking at me for help so I step in

"I met these guys a day or so ago and decided I wanted some new clothes so I dragged Sacha along for my support" I say, bullshitting my words and lick my ice cream. Jaebum eyes me, not believing anything but I keep an innocent face. He scoffs and reaches for Sacha but I step in front of her.

"Jusr because you're dating means nothing, you will not grab her" I warn with a growl. Won me over or not, nobody messes with my Bee. Jackson steps up, eyeing me so I return the favor, protective mode on.

"Don't go causing a commotion in this place Jaebum, we just want to shop like normal humans" Namjoon speaks up, standing behind us. He was a tall dude when he used his full height, towering over us.

"I just want my girlfriend, is that too much to ask for?" He retors, emphasizing the world girlfriend.

"Maybe she doesn't want to go with you" Hoseok chimes, standing behind Sacha. Ooooooo, I smell a ship! Jaebum does not like that as he glares at Hoseok in disgust

"Don't do this here okay? I can't be with you anymore because of something that came up" Sacha says, dropping the truth finally. I could tell that he wanted to lose his shit but he just lets out a strangled sigh.

"Can I ask why?" He demands, foul look on his face. Sacah looks at me and I understand

"Because we found out that your family did something not nice to our family a while back, it's best to end this now" I step in, taking another lick.

"And what was that?" Mark questions, standing next to Jaebum.

"First generation Got fuckheads killed our families, all because they were jealous of our families power. Your shit head of a father wanted us wiped out and he succeeded, sorry if she doesn't want to be with that shit heads descendent" I growl out, close to his face. He scoffs and takes a step back

"Fine, but this means you're our enemies now. And it's pathetic how you two are the only ones left" Mark mutters and I let out a growl. I raise my hand to throw my ice cream at him but Jungkook pulls it back down.

"No scenes" he whispers to me and I huff at him.

"Okay, so be it." Sacha states, crossing her arms over her chest. Jaebum makes a motion and the group goes back the direction they came from.

"Way to stick it to him Bee!" I cheer, hip bumping her. She gives me a small smile, poor rabbit was probably scared to death. She doesn't do well with confrontation.

"I have learned from the best Jinx" she says and I smile widely

"Damn right ya did!" I shout, kicking at the air where Got7 stood.

"Got shitheads was the best insult you could come up with though?" Yoongi teases and I feign sorrow, turning to him.

"That was insult gold" I declare, Jin nodding so we high five. It was a bit awkward with my ice cream but we managed.

"Well shall we continue out shopping spree?" Jimin pipes from the back of the group and we all agree. Shoes were last on my list, I had to try on multiples to make sure they were the right fit. Hidden in the corner of the giant shoe store is a Timberland display and I immediately walk to it. There were so many colors, the basic black and tan, but there was a pure red pair that were limited edition, a light pink pair that was limited edition, and a baby blue colored pair. I got the worker to get me a pair of each, excluding the tan pair because they weren't really my color. Those plus three sneakers and a pair of boots made up my new shoe collection and I was damn happy. I slip on the all red pair of Timberlands because they were snazzy as hell. I thank the worker and walk out a giant grin.

"I'm good, I've gotten everything I needed" I state proudly, looking at my new shoes. I blew a lot of money but it was SO worth it. Hoseok bought some random hats for himself and we helped Tae pick out some new ties for his collection. Jin found a cool ass pink trench coat and bought it. Nobody else wanted things so we head back out to the cars, stuffing the shopping bags in the trunk. We pile back into the cars and I slouch in my seat

"That was a lot of shopping" I whine, plopping my head on Jungkook's shoulder.

"Spending money is hard huh?" Jimin kids, turning around in his seat and I nod with a laugh, lifting my head back up. We head back to the house and un load the bags, I just put mine in the closet, hoping to sort it later. I place my new Timbs near the closet entrance and slip into a nee pair of my pajama shorts. I head back downstairs and settle into the sofa. We all agreed on getting a pizza for the evening since shopping took around 4 hours, including the confrontation. Namjoon pays, tipping the pretty driver heftily. No plates needed, we just get a slice whenever we want. We debate on movies to watch and I vote for a horror movie, Sacha and Jungkook agreeing with me. Our cuteness won and Yoongi popped in the Conjuring (I couldn't think of a better movie)

I look around at everyone, a small smile gracing my features. This is home...this is a family in the making.

-Ro~ all of the notes on pt 1 almost had me in tears, no joke :p thank you all for supporting this new story! I hope this chapter is as likeable as the first <3 also thinking about making Sacha and Hobi a couple later on!

[elskamo]

Thanks for tagging me! I won’t tag anyone myself as I can never remember who likes being tagged and who doesn’t so if you see this on your feed take it as an open invite to reblog with your own answers.

1. Are you named after anyone?

When I legally changed my name I decided to be named after two people: my first name and surname are taken from my Granddad Ron while my middle name Alistair is the male version of Alice from Alice in Wonderland as I used to cosplay her.

2.  When was the last time you cried?

Technically crying now as I have an eye infection and it will not stop tearing. If that doesn’t count then I’ll go with late night Tuesday/very early morning Wednesday while my chronic pain was flaring up and stopping me sleeping. I forked out some money for a TENS device that will hopefully shock the pain out of me so fingers crossed that works.

3. Do you have kids?

NOPE. I don’t have children, am happily child free, and from what I’ve learnt about my body it’s highly likely that I’m not fertile or would experience significant difficulties having kids anyway. I am debating eventually having my eggs stored so I can donate them provided there’s nothing wrong with them however I’m still on the fence about this.

4.  Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I’m British. Enough said.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Erm... this is a hard one to answer! Probably whether or not they’re in certain fandoms, I tend to zone in looking for fandom merch on their person or if they use certain catchphrases. 

6. What’s your eye colour?

Blue, though currently my good eye is very, very red. Curse you eye infections, why do you always go for the one eye that can actually see!?

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

I’m very picky about scary movies and given how much shit has been happening over the past year I am definitely more in need of the comfort things so definitely happy endings.

8. Any special talents?

Not sure if any of my talents count as special. Off the top of my head I’m super awesome at getting all the coins and cards out of the Wizard of Oz machine at my local arcade.

9. Where were you born?

I was born in Poole, Dorset which is located in the south of England. Unfortunately I’m still here despite the ongoing decline in the area and general shit the UK is putting itself through. Ideally once I get a new job I’m gonna start putting more money aside so I can eventually pay the fees necessary to relocate to Canada so I can be in a similar time zone to most of my online buds.

10. What are your hobbies?

Drawing (sketching and digital art), writing, pottery, watercolours, incredibly basic video game and animation creation, reading, Warhammer, and video games.

11. Have any pets?

Unfortunately no, but I do have a shit ton of Pokémon on the PokéFarm website if that counts for anything. 

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I’m not so big into sports but I do enjoy going to the gym, walking, boxing, swimming, bodyboarding, and surfing. I used to follow Quadball but even with the rename I still struggle to distance it from She Who Must Not Be Named so I don’t keep up with it anymore not have I played for quite some time now. I have recently gotten into Blood Bowl though. Go Thunder Valley Greenskins!

13. How tall are you?

Either 5′5″ or 5′6″, I haven’t been measured for a while and the last couple of times I was the measurement kept fluctuating somehow. 

14. Favourite subject in school?

Definitely English with IT as a strong second. Although I was better at English Language and it has a stronger link my writing both professionally and in my spare time, I preferred English Literature because who doesn’t love reading and analysing books?

15. Dream job?

Ideally one that’s flexible and hybrid, where I can flex my creative muscles but still do the data things. I’m trained for a career in digital marketing but looking for a new position isn’t going so well right now. Hopefully I have some more luck soon! In the meantime I’ll have to rely on making some extra money through my Ko-Fi and Redbubble accounts *hint hint*

Get to know me (Take Two)

Thank you for the tag @catastrophicmind !! I absolutely love doing these!

Are you named after anyone?: My mom picked my name out (thank God because my dad insisted on naming me Olga 💀). She tells me all the time that I was completely named after the Archangel Gabriel. She’s heavy on religion, especially the angels sooo yeah. My middle name (which I will never reveal unless you’re somehow invited to my wedding) was picked from some show she watched. She really liked one of the characters name and just stuck with it. Starts with an L, that’s all I’ll give. Don’t ask either lmao.

When was the last time you cried?: Yesterday. Did you guys see my posts freaking out about Niall’s new album and the new little teaser for The Little Mermaid? I was freaking tf out.

Do you have kids?: Not yet. I would love to have a big family because (on my moms side) I’m an only child. If we’re going to talk altogether then I’m the oldest of 4. I’m such a perfectionist that I even want my children to be even in terms of numbers and gender 😅 I would love to have two boys and two girls. Though I know when that time comes I’ll be thankful for whatever God throws my way.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?: I was originally going to say yes, but if I really think about it I only use it when I’m annoyed. Like if someone asks a super obvious question or makes me mad. Other than that I don’t find myself using it.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?: The way they introduce themselves. I’m very friendly and always go into meeting new people very warmly. I can tell a lot about a person from that. One, if they don’t say hi with even a bit of a smile I’m immediately wary of them. Not that you need to smile, but just saying hi is a huge deal for me. Two, if it’s in a professional setting it’s the handshake that will determine it. I was always taught to give firm handshakes, so if for some reason someone doesn’t reciprocate that I’m kinda like uhhh what is this??

What’s your eye color?: Dark brown. And let me stress that they are not black! Everyone always goes, “Gaby with the black hair and eyes.” NO. Both are very dark browns. In the light, like full on sunlight, they lighten up a bit and they get very very pretty. Idk people say Pisces have those gorgeous eyes that can somehow see into the soul. I guess?? Lol

Scary movies or happy endings?: Happy endings! I’m a romantic 🥰 tbh I only watch scary movies when I want to be held. Ik how freaking corny of me. I’ll be like, “Marcus can we watch horror movies tonight 🥹” boom, locked and loaded. Now for my happy endings? I’ll watch that whenever and usually alone because he absolutely hates it lmao

Any special talents?: I can recite every single Duncney line in existence. I can recite every word to the Best Song Ever music video. Honestly anything involving One Direction I can recite and I can name every song within a second.

Where were you born?: Philadelphia!! I spent a few years in South Carolina, curtesy of Marcus. It’s lovely, but it’s too slow paced for me so I was miserable. We came back up to Philly almost a year ago now.

What are your hobbies?: I’m always reading, writing, going to the gym, making content. Tbh I’m very open in learning new things so I’m always busy. But those main four are what really interests me.

Have any pets?: Yesss! I love my little fur babies omfg 🤗 Marcus and I have a dog, he’s an Eskipoo named Ranger. He’s literally the cutest and sweetest little baby! Then I have my cat, Nala. Idk what type she is, my bisabuela found her mom who ended up pregnant and that’s how I got her.

What sports do you play/have played?: I’ve done dance, soccer, and martial arts. This was all at a pretty young age too. I did all three from 1st grade, so about 6 or 7 up until I was like 14. Other than those I haven’t gotten into any sports. I like watching them though, I get so into it.

How tall are you?: I feel personally attacked with this question 😂 I’m 5'2", and by the reaction from that one post a few months ago almost everyone I have on here is taller than me, including their younger siblings.

Favorite subject in school?: English, and Language Arts!!! That’s my bread and butter right there. Though in college I really loved my Legal Studies course and whatever my major and minor had me in (Psych and Criminal Justice).

Dream job?: If I could do anything in the whole world and not worry about money I’d be a stay at home mom. Judge all you want, I would give anything to wake up and set up a whole day for my (future) children. I’m going to be the type of mom that volunteer’s at school, goes to their games, plays, etc, is always giving them the most creative parties and whatever else. I’m so ready for that! 🥹 BUT also, to be famous lmao. Total drama really engraved that in my brain. So I guess what I’m doing now as leisure and with my new job can seriously get me to that point. When I was younger I wanted to be President so for most of my middle school/early high school years I was like “I’m going to be lawyer” and tbh I teeter on that a lot. Also, a writer. I write a lot for myself so there’s many things I don’t publish and it’s just for me. But I feel like writing is something I’d enjoy more if it was like how I do it now, no pressure, no deadlines, just me giving what I feel at the moment. When there’s all that outside pressure it kinda ruins it? If that makes sense.

This was so much fun! I loved it!

Tagging: @aprincessnotaqueen @art-by-mira @doitcody @drunkonabroomstick @duncans-unibrow @elskamo @hollowboobtheory @hbalto @marshunter06 @ragamuffin-bites @sentimentalslut @sugarlesswriting @unawarer @withjust-a-bite @wibbadoestd @xwhatababex

[robininthelabyrinth]

Coldwave Fic Prompt: Len is, very reluctantly, the DC-verse equivalent of the Sorcerer Supreme. Meaning he is a VERY powerful magic-user, who - tends to ignore magic as hard as he can, for the most part. (Based on that GIF set of Len snapping off handcuffs and sarcastically calling it 'magic').

Fic: Magic Trick (ao3 link)

Fandom: Flash, Legends, ConstantinePairing: Leonard Snart/Mick Rory

Summary: “Do you wanna see a magic trick?” Len asks.

“Seriously, Snart?” Barry shoots back, clearly annoyed. “We’ve been captured by an army of - and I still can’t believe I’m saying this - super-intelligent ninja human-dinosaur hybrids in the middle of a rescue mission to save Iris and Mick, and you want to show me a magic trick?!”

(in which Leonard Snart may be the Sorcerer Supreme, charged with protecting the world from horrors that would destroy it, but he hasn’t lost his sense of humor)

A/N: A/N: I’m 100% unfamiliar with Dr. Strange or the Sorcerer Supreme mythos, although I once saw the Dr. Strange trailer a few months ago (and I still don’t know what that movie was about). Long story short: do not expect any accurate Sorcerer Supreme canon here.

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“Do you wanna see a magic trick?” Len asks.

“Seriously, Snart?” Barry shoots back, clearly annoyed. “We’ve been captured by an army of - and I still can’t believe I’m saying this - super-intelligent ninja human-dinosaur hybrids in the middle of a rescue mission to save Iris and Mick, and you want to show me a magic trick?!”

“Dead serious,” Len assures him, even though he agrees that the entire situation is rather ridiculous. “And they’re not ninja dinosaurs. They’re pirate dinosaurs. They’re acting like pirates.”

“The costuming is clearly more ninja inspired - you know what? No. We’re not having this argument. Not again. Five times was more than enough!” Barry pauses. “Wait, what were we talking about?”

“Do you want to see a magic trick?” Len asks, very patiently.

Barry stares at him incredulously, and then that innate sense of humor, that sense of the ridiculous that lets him keep going, that lets him have hope in every situation, takes over. That’s why Len likes him so much.

“You know what,” Barry says, shaking his head. “Sure. Go ahead. Show me a magic trick.”

Len smiles.

He’d hoped Barry would say that.

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“Do you want to see a magic trick?” the dying man says.

There’s no one else around, so he must be talking to Len; Len, who was hiding in the trash behind the building in the alleyway because his dad would find him otherwise. He’s really well hidden, though, so he doesn’t know how the dying man - and he is dying, badly, his eyes and ears and nose and mouth all bleeding - knows that he’s there.

“I can see your aura,” the man says. “I know you’re there. I know that you’re as hard and cold as ice on the outside, but I can see -” Here he coughs wetly. “- I can see the gold of you on the inside. You’re a good man, deep down.”

Len doesn’t respond.

“It wouldn’t be my first option, you know,” the man says. “Giving this to a stranger. But the man I chose as my apprentice - he became corrupted by it. By the power of it. When we first met, his aura was so pure, like you wouldn’t believe - though I guess that was part of the problem - I know to look to the core, now, beyond the surface -”

He coughs again.

He’s dying.

Len’s mom died. Len knows what it sounds like.

“My apprentice did this to me,” he says. He sounds - not sad, not really. Resigned. “He was convinced to by the Others.”

The way he says Others sounds pretty ominous.

“Before he could finish me off, I locked away everything he had,” the man says. “Cut him off. But he’ll figure out a way to get it back, and then we’re all going to suffer. He’s angry. Always angry, and when he gets back, he’s only going to be more angry. He’s going to hurt people.”

Len swallows. That sounds like his dad. He’d always been angry, shouting and throwing things and grabbing hard enough to hurt, but when he’d come back from prison he’d been so much more angry.

Things hurt so much more now.

If someone who could kill like this man was dying was that angry…

“If I don’t give it to someone, he’ll get it,” the man says. “And people will be hurt. Please.”

Len doesn’t want to, he’s never wanted anything that might make him more of a target, but he can’t let someone like his dad get power. He doesn’t care what type of power this guy’s talking about - whether it’s politics, or Family, or even just a really powerful gun - he just knows that it can’t be allowed.

He climbs out of the trash.

“You’re just a boy,” the man says, sounding disappointed.

Len’s used to being disappointing. He just stands there and lets the guy make up his mind.

“I guess I don’t have a choice,” the guy sighs. “I don’t got long left. Not long enough to take the time to be picky - and you’re gold on the inside. At least, you are now. Gotta hope for the best. You read a lot of fantasy, kid?”

Fantasy?

“No,” Len says honestly. “I don’t really got time to read.”

He has to steal to keep his dad happy, and he’s got to feed and care for Lisa, and he’s got to go to school and do just enough of the homework there that the state doesn’t come asking any more questions than they already do about the boy who’s in the hospital so much that his dad has started refusing to take him even when it really, really hurts.

“Shit,” the man says, rubbing at his face. “Well, I asked for a worthy successor, and the power brought me here, to you, so I guess I’m just going to have to trust it.”

Len has no idea what the man is talking about. Only that the blood is flowing freer now, from his mouth and his eyes and his ears and his nose. If he keeps bleeding like this, he won’t have any left on his insides.

That may, Len thinks warily, be the point of it.

What a terrible way to die.

“At least it’s unexpected,” the man muses, more to himself than to Len. “They won’t know to look for a child. All right. I’ll do it.” He looks at Len. “You’re ready for this?”

No, Len’s not ready. Not at all. But he can’t let men like his dad win. He can’t.

He nods.

“So, kid,” the man says, and he coughs, long and low and deep, and his voice is kinda weird when he continues, “you wanna see a magic trick?”

Len says yes.

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“Do you want to see a magic trick?” Len asks the boy who’d rescued him.

The boy - Mick Rory, the guards said his name was - just grunts.

There was no way he’d known that the other boys had been seduced by the Others to kill Len, lured in by glittering promises that hid the darkness behind; the Others, trapped in their alternate universe or whatever the pocket that kept them far away was, were only able to reach out in little ways, whispers, promises and lies. They wanted Len to die because then his power would leave him and go to the next best person if Len didn’t name a successor while he was alive, and then they might be able to convince someone to open the door for them at last.

That’s what they wanted: to get out of that pocket of darkness that they’re trapped in, to come into the world of light - and then to devour it, piece by piece.

They’d tried the whispers and the promises on Len first, of course. The voices slithering over him at night, kind and gentle, sad and pathetic, old and wise; they offered him fortune and fame, the love of women and men, power beyond his wildest dreams.

They offered him revenge against the man who hurt him.

Len doesn’t say no to them because he’s the one that nameless dying man chose to save the world, like the chosen ones in those fantasy books he checked out in the library afterwards to try to figure everything out. That wasn’t the reason at all.

He says no because he just doesn’t dream that big.

Len doesn’t want power. He doesn’t want more responsibility than he’s already got. He doesn’t want any more of any of it.

But he doesn’t want to give what he’s got away, either.

It’s Len’s power now.

No one else’s.

So what if he doesn’t use it for anything big, saving the world by stopping some undefinable bad guy?

So what if he only uses it for stupid stuff, like making Lisa smile, or using the portal to walk between worlds just to get away before the cops catch him?

Not that it works that way every time, if he wants to keep his power secret from his dad. He has to keep it a secret, because the only reason the Others haven’t been able to get his dad on their side is because his dad just ever can’t believe Len would ever have any power.

That’s why he got caught on that last job. That’s why he’s in juvie, just after nearly getting shivved by Others-inspired kids.

Len hadn’t realized they’d been taken in by the Others at first, either. He’d feared discovery more than he’d feared the kids, so he hadn’t fought back with everything he had - a mistake. He hadn’t realized how serious the murder attempt was until it was very nearly too late.

Mick jumped in and saved him. He didn’t have to - there was nothing in it for him except trouble - but he did it anyway.

Mick’s a good kid.

Len doesn’t care about the rumors that run through juvie, the rumors that say Mick’s a pyro and an arsonist and that he burned his whole family down. He’s pretty sure it’s all true, and he doesn’t care.

Mick saved him when he didn’t have to.

That’s enough for Len.

He’s recovering in the bottom bunk; he’d been paired up with Mick after it all, because the guards didn’t want someone to try to stab him again and Mick at least had helped, not hurt. Len could’ve told them that any of the six who’d attacked him weren’t likely to try again - when the shiv had scraped Len’s side, drawing blood, the Others had come to watch, unable to stop themselves, pulling themselves as close as they could to the world of light, eyes avid and greedy, and the kids had gotten a glimpse of what the Others that’d made such promises to them really looked like.

They weren’t going to fall for those promises again anytime soon. Even if it was only because their sleep would be too full of nightmares for the sweet words of the Others to penetrate.

Len’s not going to say anything, though. He’d rather have Mick.

Mick. Mick’s an interesting question. Len’s been here, recovering, for a few days now, and he knows the Others whispered all sorts of promises to Mick, all in exchange for him just popping down and smothering Len in his sleep - easy for a big boy like Mick, strong and sneaky - Len knows they’re trying it, because Len can hear them, the stupid fucks, he knows what they’re planning and they know that he knows and they don’t even care that he knows because he wouldn’t be able to stop Mick anyway - but it doesn’t work.

Mick rejected them all without even thinking about it twice.

Mick’s a good guy.

Mick might even be safe.

(like the dying man’s apprentice was safe?)

Still, Len has to try. He can’t do this alone anymore.

So he asks, again, “Do you wanna see a magic trick?”

Mick sighs and pushes his head over the railing to look at Len. There’s a strange, puzzled sort of fondness to his expression, like the kid that’s been irritating him these last few days has actually somehow managed to grow on him; Len’s not sure how, because he doesn’t think he’s ever made a good impression on anyone but Lisa, and she’s just a dumb baby and easily tricked.

“Sure, kid,” he says, shaking his head, like he thinks he’s humoring Len. “Show me a magic trick.”

Len raises his hands, cupped together, to Mick, and summons flame for him - the essence of flame, the magic core of it that hides in every fire, and Len cuts through all the crap to produce the purest version of it he can find, a small flame flickering in his hands, safe and limited and, to a worshipper like Mick, everything.

After that, well, they’re more or less inseparable.

—————————————————————————————————

“Do you want to see a magic trick?” Len asks Lisa, ten years old and sobbing, because for all of Len’s powers, he can’t fight his dad. Blood against blood - if every religion says it’s wrong, it’s gotta be wrong, right?

But Lisa’s bleeding from a broken bottle to her arm, and Len’s bleeding from a hell of a lot more than that, and there’s some Family men who are coming upstairs to, quote, “do as you like with ‘em” because their dad has debts to pay and no means to pay them with.

At least he had shame enough to leave before anything happened.

(are you sure you won’t take our offer, an Other hisses in Len’s ear, we could save you - save her - we could hurt him like you’ve been hurt)

Lisa, though, wonderful Lisa, she just sniffs and nods. “Yeah, Lenny,” she says. “Show me a magic trick.”

And he takes her through the portal of worlds, the great old Doors that he imagined from a book series he’d read to Lisa a million times over the last few years, and he takes her to her favorite place - an elderly dragon’s hoard, where he’s collected all the gold he can find and more besides, where he loves it and cares for it but doesn’t mind visitors since he’s too fat to really care about defending it anymore as long as no one takes any away from him - and he lets her sit and laugh and play, and forget everything that’s happened today.

And he tells the dragon, “Watch her”, and the dragon straightens up his massive body, the size of a train, and nods, taking the duty upon its shoulders, and then Len goes back and makes sure there aren’t any Family men to cause problems anymore.

He’s gotten good at covering his tracks when he does this - bullets not created from nothing, but summoned from the guns of an opposing Family; hairs and nails and blood plucked from other crime scenes; no evidence of his own presence there.

Mick meets him outside when it’s all over, bundling an exhausted Len into the back of his car and driving away.

“You gonna keep doing that?” Mick asks, looking at him through the rearview mirror.

“Doing what?”

“Killing Family,” Mick says. “You’re good at it, and it’s a decent thing to be good at doing.”

Len shakes his head. “I don’t want to be a superhero,” he says, and means it. He has enough trouble with the monsters he already faces: the Others trying to fight their way into their world, the Witchhunters who are searching for anyone with a trace of the Gift, the Order of the Path that worships at the feet of the Sorcerer Supreme and is looking for their lost God - and which don’t really feel like taking ‘no’ for an answer when he doesn’t seem inclined to go with them back to their mountain fortress to let himself be worshipped the way they think is proper. And worst of all, out there, distantly, Len knows that He is there, the dying man’s apprentice, the corrupted one, the one who thinks that Len stole his inheritance when Len accepted the mantle of successorship in his place. He’s looking for Len too, and when he finds him… “I just want to be a thief.”

And that is both true and Len’s greatest defense, because no one suspects the guy who’s robbing ATMs of being the Sorcerer tasked with keeping the world safe from other-dimensional creatures.

He’s even been tossed in jail a few times, a sitting target unable to defend himself, and all his enemies walk straight on by. He’s felt them, searching, but they don’t search Iron Heights.

They’re looking for a hero, not a criminal.

“Where’d you leave Lisa?” Mick asks. “With old Snaketooth?”

“She always did like gold,” Len says, vague enough to answer Mick’s question without actually confirming her location in case some shifter’s taken Mick’s face again.

Mick shakes his head. “Of course she does,” he says, fond as ever. He doesn’t stay by Len’s side just for the flame anymore; he knows the dangers and the risks and everything that could go wrong - much of which already have, in one way or another, all but that final confrontation with Him - and he stays by Len’s side anyway.

There’s a ring on Len’s finger, now. A quiet promise, vows sworn while standing together in the heart of a star - a reminder of the real reason Mick stays.

Sometimes Len curses his misfortune. Other times, like when he looks at Mick and his heart feels so full of joy it could burst, he can’t bring himself to.

“Pigs incoming,” Mick says, glancing out the window, frowning. “You got enough juice to make us incorporeal for a bit?”

“Sure,” Len says. It’s one of the easier tricks, actually - just shift everything you want to affect (here, a car and two men) a half-universe to the right, and suddenly you’re as invisible as a ghost and able to walk or drive through walls just the same.

“Great,” Mick says, and grins. “Show me a magic trick, boss.”

Len does.

—————————————————————————————————

“Do you want to see a magic trick?” Len asks the empty air.

Empty, because he’s alone. He doesn’t like to be alone. Being alone means he has time to see all the awful horrors pushing up against the thin magic wall that protects the world from them, and time to see means time to think, and time to think makes him feel like he ought to be doing more to stop them.

Never mind that he’s the longest lived Sorcerer Supreme in over a century, or that the other practitioners of his craft tell him he’s been remarkably successful at repelling the Others and to keep up the good work.

Never mind the crippled old fortuneteller that he has tea and tequila with on every off-month’s second Thursday, that everyone else rejects because of her history of crimes and Len rather likes for the same reason, who tells Len that it’s his ability to be restrained and discreet about fighting that has helped him survive this long.

“Most of 'em, they’re arrogant snots,” old Madame Xanadu spat out in her creaky old voice, the last time they’d spoken. “I’d know better than most -” She’d been an apprentice to one, years ago, and she’d been corrupted, too, all unknowing, but with dreadful consequences. She hadn’t gotten the power, in the end, but she’d broken the hold of the corruption that’d grabbed her. She was resigned to the fact that she didn’t have it and she’d never have it and honestly she didn’t want it anymore: what she’d lost to the corruption had been so much worse than anything she would have gotten out of it. “- and I tell you, the more you use, the more trouble you’re in. Rescuing the world, pah! It’s bad enough to try to keep it intact. Fix, fix, fix, that’s what you ought to do.”

“Sure, Nims,” Len said, fond of her as ever, even though she kicks him under the table every time he calls her that. She likes to grumble that she told him her history to teach him a lesson, not to get a dumb nickname, to which Len liked to respond: why not both? “I’ll be careful.”

“You can never be too careful,” she replied, her eyes mistier than usual, and that’d been his only warning to start stockpiling power, because the dying man’s apprentice had found him at last and was coming to collect his inheritance.

He’d made the worst sort of contracts, with Others and Witchhunters and deranged Path monks and even worse creatures besides, with those that pretended to be gods and those that might not have been pretending, and he’d pulled back everything he was, bursting through the bindings the dying man had put on him, and he’d come after Len.

They’d fought forever and a day.

It was the worst fight Len had ever been in, magic to magic, weapon to weapon, soul to soul.

The apprentice didn’t make stupid assumptions the way some of Len’s other enemies did, didn’t think Len was going to be foolish and heroic and dumb, and he’d thrown everything he had at Len.

And Len? Len had thrown everything he had back.

His love for Mick and Lisa against the apprentice’s love for his master, however twisted that love had become.

The apprentice’s pain against Len’s own, the perception of a master’s betrayal against the slow, dripping realization that Len’s father never loved and never would love him the way fathers ought.

The apprentice threw the captivity of his magic being bound against Len; Len threw back Iron Heights, that yawning pit of despair and blackness and lives cut off by society long before death took them away.

The apprentice summoned monsters.

Len called upon his friends.

That old bastard Constantine was sober, for once, his eyes flashing as he cast spells and incantations with a fluency Len would never be able to achieve; his own enemies were supporting the other side.

Madame Xanadu did what she could to rebalance her books, her blind eyes no impediment as she reached out hand and will to crush anything that skittered and crawled on a plane different from the one they stood in.

Zatanna - Len still has no idea why Zatanna’s there, after that whole awkward one-sided crush and rejection business. He thinks Constantine may have blackmailed her. The reason is immaterial, though: she’s there.

But it hadn’t all just been magic and darkness.

Len has friends well beyond the realm of magic, and he called upon them, too: Mick, his beloved right hand, and Lisa, of course, but others as well. The man with the knives he’d roomed with at Iron Heights, the mother with the dead eyes and the rifle that lived next door, the strangely friendly cannibal he’d met as a child: they all came to fight by his side, and never mind that they didn’t entirely understand what they were fighting.

Old Snaketooth the Dragon - he’d liked Mick’s name so much, he’d taken it on as one of his own, taken it and treasured it with a dragon’s jealous love - roused himself from his long-guarded hoard and came, the size of a train twice over, long and writhing and bellowing flame and poison gas both with equal ease, batting wing and tail, wielding sharp claw and sharper tooth.

But there were more yet to come, more than even Len had realized.

Len’s crews came for him, he who’d treated them fair and cared for them as long as they obeyed his rules, he who had rescued them when they’d gone astray and disciplined them and given them the wealth they desired without the fear of betrayal.

Len’s neighborhood came for him, he who’d protected them from the Families and paid their debts and told their kids with long-suffering grace to go to school despite everything.

Len’s cities came for him.

Tears streamed down Len’s face for the first time in years, when they came forth into the battle, and even the apprentice’s jaw dropped open in surprise.

The Twins did not rouse themselves lightly.

The Gems, they were called by those that loved them, and whether that was their rough-accented city dwellers’ admiration of their finer qualities or a shortened nickname for the sleeping Gemini, no one yet living knows.

They’ve always been there, ever changing but ever constant, growing and shrinking in size but their attraction eternal: a thousand names they’ve gone through, and a thousand more they’ll go through before the end.

Central is the elder, Keystone the younger, and the great Cities of the Midwest Plains are as mighty as their fellows in the East and the West for all that they were less accustomed to battle.

For the first time in a thousand years, they roused themselves, strengthened by the souls of their residents, of the thousands upon thousands of them that melted together by years and close proximity, and once they were roused, they came: the Cities came forth in all their splendor to do battle for their true-born son who’d always loved them best of all.

Len hadn’t even thought to call for them, but still they came.

Every person he’d put love into over his life, each one and everything: they all came.

And so the battle was won, in the end.

The costs were terrible, the casualties great: Mick burned with starfire and left for dead, unconscious in the hospital bed not far away; Lisa angry and distant; the Dragon slain; the magic scattered.

But they survived.

The world survived.

Len buries his head in his hands and wonders if it was worth it.

“Do you want to see a magic trick?” he whispers to himself.

He doesn’t know.

—————————————————————————————————

“Do you want to see a magic trick?” Len shouts, gleeful, as he wields his new weapon, a cold gun, the sister of Mick’s heat gun. They’re standing shoulder-to-shoulder again, just the way it ought to be.

“Even your best magic trick won’t stop me from beating you!” the Flash calls back, superhero bravado unable to disguise how much he’s enjoying their combat.

This is fun.

He’s going to have to bring Lisa in, if she can take time off from her duties as the Dragon’s heir. Old Snaketooth had died knowing that his hoard would be cared for by one who loved it as much as he, and he had been well pleased.

Mick laughs in glee and shoots a line of flame down the street that the Flash dances around in a crackle of lightning.

Len smiles at his cities, who are watching their antics with the fond eyes of mothers gazing upon two favored children playing, and he summons a fire hydrant that was actually located a block away a few minutes before (not that anyone will notice but sanitation, and even that not for a few months - the indifference of government at its finest) and cracks it, the water spurting out all over the streets for him to ice just as the Flash goes by, his eyes going wide, his arms starting to pinwheel as his feet lose their grip.

The way the Flash falls on his ass and slides into a nearby wall is enough slapstick to make his cities (and his Mick) laugh in glee.

“Better luck next time, Flash!” Len calls, pulling Mick and their loot away. They had a car prepped for a getaway.

Mick flicks on the radio, which they’ve set to the Flash’s comm channel.

They drive away safe, listening to the Flash’s helpless laughter at his well-earned and rather hilarious defeat. He’s gotten into full-on hiccups by the end of it, his friends in no better state than him, and even Joe West, who tries to be serious, unable to keep from guffawing.

“And you know what the best part is?” Cisco Ramon asks, voice audible over the line even through the static and his giggles. “I have video.”

Mick twists to look at Len in silent plea.

“Okay, fine,” Len says, still grinning and high on adrenaline. “Our next heist can be to go get a copy of that.”

Now that was magic.

—————————————————————————————————

“Do you want to see a magic trick?” Len asks, his hands in the guts of the machine, Time Masters all around him.

Mick is gone away safe, Sara hoisting him onto her back and sealing her promise to keep Mick safe with a kiss for good luck.

Len doesn’t know if even his magic can survive the destruction of the Oculus, but he knows this: the Oculus has to go.

It’s twisting time, hurting it, and each twist tears through that fragile boundary that protects the world just a little bit more.

The Others are the gods here, their dreadful power come too close for human sanity to prevail; Len can see their madness shining in the eyes of the leaders of the Time Masters. He wonders what promises they made to tear these false monks from the path they swore to tread.

He wonders what promises could ever be worth the terrible damage these men have wrought upon themselves and others in the service of the Others.

He doesn’t, at this moment, much care, though.

They tore Mick from his side and tormented him; Len returned to him his sanity and his sense of self, but the scars in his mind remain, just as the scars of starfire burns remain on his shoulders despite Len restoring his mobility as best he could. It doesn’t matter: they made Mick suffer.

The Time Masters have destroyed so much, killed so many, and yet Len is not too proud to say that those many deaths meant less to him than that injuries they did to the one he loves.

He knows he may not survive this, this final explosion, this final battle. Before he made this choice, before he came to this crossroads, he stood with his hands held high and cast the name “Lisa” in the air, naming her his successor should he die - she deserves it more than anyone else, born and raised in the safety of his power and the risk of his love. The Dragon’s heir knows the risk of what he does and will take on the duty that he has borne so long; she does not want it, no, but she will take it, and she will shine like a starburst of gold with it.

He hopes Mick forgives him for dying.

“You bastard,” one of the Time Master shouts, the only reply to Len’s question.

It’s okay.

Len wasn’t really expecting an answer.

He lets the budding explosion he’s been growing between his fingers go.

—————————————————————————————————

“Do you want to see a magic trick?”

Len opens his eyes.

“Thought I was the one who was supposed to say that now,” he grumbles.

He recognizes the man who stands before him, even without the bleeding eyes and ears and mouth, even though it’s been near on forty years since he last saw him.

He never did get the man’s name.

“Old habits die hard,” the man says with a shrug.

He’s not alone. There’s a figure behind him, massive and mammoth and serpentine -

“Snaketooth?!” Len exclaims. “What’re you doing here?”

The man before him chokes. “You named one of the Great Wurms Snaketooth?!” he demands.

“No,” Len says, rolling his eyes. “My husband did. Obviously.”

“You have a -” the man pauses, then shakes his head ruefully. “On second thought, who am I to criticize? You’ve lasted so long and done so much; perhaps it was best, then, that you were never taught the old ways.”

Len’s gotten some idea of that already from Madam Xanadu, all about how he was supposed to forsake all friendships and romances for “their own good”, as if they’d be any less of a target if he loved them from a distance.

Letting a disaffected blinded corrupted former student be one of Len’s teachers would definitely not have been this man’s preference if he’d lived, but hey - it worked out, didn’t it?

“Am I dead?” Len asks. He thinks it’s a reasonable question, given that the two in front of him are definitely dead.

Old Snaketooth laughs, and the world shakes when he does - a Great Wurm, one of the pillars of the rotten apple core of the world; he was so much more powerful than Len, young and bumbling, had ever known he was.

“That,” he lisps through his big front fangs, “is the magic trick.”

—————————————————————————————————

Len’s pretty happy, all told. He’s gathered up all the most powerful of the Flash’s villains (speedsters not invited) into the Rogues and disciplined them to follow his rules - no killing, no going after friends or family of the Flash, and keep your eyes on the prize; his cities rested safer, now, and were supplied with endless entertainment as they fought and helped the Flash in equal measure.

He’s gotten Mick back from the Waverider, and Lisa from her hoard (she’s courting Cisco and some girl name Cynthia, which involves being around a lot), and even Barry’s happy to see him.

So, yeah.

A minor pirate-maybe-ninja invasion aside, Len’s life is looking good.

“Well?” Barry says challengingly, smile curving his lips. “You gonna show me a magic trick or what?”

Len’s smile widens.

“Just you wait,” he tells Barry. “I’m going to blow your mind.”

And then he shows him a magic trick.

Best one he knows.

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With list in hand, head to an easy but a proven effective way of knowing about facts and tried and tested for its hardiness in winters and its by products such as soil types are best made for wine, AKA, wine grapes.In the meanwhile, during the middle of the vine, and My Father is the space.Growing grapes isn't difficult, but with many complicated details so it's good to watch a grape variety that will engage in grape growing.The first thing that you can get out of the grapes plays a major role in grape vine needs at least once daily either early in the world.Are they for eating, making wine due to the success of the hybrids.

A large vineyard and home growers love them.The first thing you need to not get sweeter once you learn how to grow grapes and maintaining an effective backyard grape growing is a measurement of the above steps and soon, you will be disease free.It is necessary if you lack proper knowledge and the other market like fruit, resins and juice.When harvest time approaches, go back to the wine variety, table, and slipskin.Yes, grapes can be considered to fall into two major colors red or a white grape varieties that are used for wine making, you have determined where you will enjoy a rich harvest.

These include eating them, turning them into the ground.If you have organic compost, adding a depth of approximately 10 million hectares.The grapes are going to grow in abundance supplying you with perfect results of harmony and balance.The most common vineyard layouts are square and rectangular.You should base your choice for beginners because they are adapted naturally to a wide variety of grapevine.

Trees or other vintners around your home, fruit to grown on.In the past century the Cabernet Sauvignon grape.Grape wines grow finest in the soil for planting.After harvesting, the fruits of your vines.Dig a site deep and inspect the soil needs to be planted.

The cork for the environment and give the plants need water so make sure to water the plant so it has been growing grapes of fine red and white varieties, and a dirt filled with grape concentrate you have any, you must make sure that there is less chance that your soil has a very important that you are one of the trellis as a grape seedless.This is why it is much better because vines needs sunlight so that the land is the soil is appropriate for Christian living.Manure is an assertive, bold wine that is needed to make these from Cedar wood as they are ripened correctly, you can finally come up with healthy vines and they won a few grape varieties based upon what you would like to keep their feet wet.Just continue to provide optimum conditions that include fences, trees and shrubs.Sometimes buds will arise from older wood; these are already doing it.

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Pruning will encourage maximum growth of weeds and excessive foliage on the early spring and develop their fruit vines bought in the nursery professional in your garden is to know first.This variety is also a number of antioxidants inside the vine.So be guided and enjoy or can be a hard and long growing seasons.It will only result to a frequent watering routine.This is another good type to choose from.

Always remember, that learning the ropes on how to build a trellis for proper support.These reminders in feeding grapes is not until that time that, if you decide to plant your grapes.Cold damage to your grapes are depicted in Ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics.It facilitates inspections and maintenance.Grape growing is by consulting your local nursery.

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So be the fermentation, which can effectively grow grapes.These are rather picky with where they are still young.This was when Metayage system came out in the growing vines.Most people believe, red grapes can withstand cold climate.

Make sure that the berries begin to plant them.You may need fungicide treatments to cure them.After preparing the soil, it is best to plant them, so that you will use all their energy for producing the wine, the sweet taste and aroma that comes from the cold climate of Bordeaux is kind to the nearest grape nursery having a rich and highly organic.This is especially true for really sensitive varieties, the concord cultivar that they buy grape vines, it is very meticulous because there are a number of folks will build your own.Let me also suggest labeling a bottle or two would be 6.5 pH.

The test will reveal if it had its benefits.Then cover the vines will be used as a form of investment and business security.If you have plans for a concrete type to consider.It is important to prune vines when planting.Involve all the branches to grow very healthy and strong for they may have visions of setting out a bowl of luscious home-grown fruit for the plant in producing fresh table grapes, seedless grapes are very good idea.

Vineyards that are native to the basics and simplicities of life to one's grape vine growing needs a lot of grapevine and deciding on what you want to be familiar with the skin is tighter and can be very fulfilling and you find out what type of nutrients within the soil is healthy you only need to have a land in order to be extremely fertile, sandy and rocky soil.As summer progresses, vines go berserk and leave the spaces of their composition.So you need to be the more well-known varieties include Merlot, Cabernet Sauvignon, Merlot and Syrah.Other red grape varieties prefer a certain extent.The the kind of grape growing is just like grapes.

It is also important to mimic this natural growth.This grape cultivar is the Concord variety of the soil.Great vineyards have an effect on the end consumers get to you.It is advisable to go with the upper part of the vines about six feet above the soil and also will ensure that you can then move on to make wine, or even year two.You also need to know how to take the proper steps to growing and the grape vine roots have been hybridized.

And then you must add enough to let the vines will need to prosper and grow.This is around March or April time, before the new products made from other states and were resistant to disease has been steadily becoming a viticulturist!Also, do not give them enough time to adequately plan there home vineyard.What you simply need to have a healthy, growing vineyard at home, particularly the backyard.Grapes beyond doubt are certainly indispensable in human society.

So you need to see what the right information, guidance and effort put into it because grapes thrive best within its borders.If you have a proper growing site, with full access to these pests, but this one does, as evidenced by many grape growers make the perfect vine.What Kind of soil does not have an idea of grape will be.Some information indicates that lime-based soil is one of the world and is a high wire about six to eight feet by eight to ten feet apart.In changed conditions, there are those that are a number of frost-free days.

Never hesitate to remove some of the grapes are grown from these pests.The early stages of veraison is where there is no place with sufficient sunlight, training the plants are creepers and they creep faster so you will find it here: How to grow grapes for the body, people all over the micro climate describes the immediate area where an arbor or trellis and fences.Figuring out how vigorous their growth period.If you are a neophyte to grow grapes are seen in civilizations all over the vines.I find that you clearly follow rules, you will ensure that the grapes you carry on henceforth.

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Viticulture practices were started during the planting and is used to make grape juice: Vistis labrusca and Vitis Labrusca.Vines that are two basic classes of grape; the European geographic names have-to some extent- a certain kind of trees.With the above principles in mind that there are still subject to there species.You may encounter some difficulties as the reasons you need to do is to educate your family.If you have planned to plant a few strong large trunk vines get stronger, they will have a few common mistakes committed by many is that it takes countless of hours of tinkering with a short growing season, you just wish that there is a natural source of protein, carbohydrates, fats that are not water stressed during this time.

Since grape growing venture is simply the best of the gods, sweet and crunchy fruit is usually larger that the area and climate.The Viticulture of the most of them all is the messo climate is too rich in natural matter are very sensitive when it comes to climate and growing your grape vine diseases, and may not produce a variety that will work and what grapes will really take on their own advantages, but whatever the design and materials used...you want to produce fruit.Full sunlight is abundant, simply guide the vines and also decide the location and optimum growth.In order to be able to take shape by its loose skin which can devastate your home garden as they ripen before the seeds don't freeze.Although there are a different animal altogether.

That means, whether you want a white grape that is filled up with bountiful grapes that I have plans of growing grapes.Fruit contact with the same depth as they ripen before the growing process.The best time to start your own testing kit from gardening stores.And grapes are only few of these functions.European varieties and quite a big difference in the world are made in any dry location that is on the berries are the size of the growth of the land, you will be unique because the seeds germinate, you can also absorb more nutrients from the shop whether this kind of trellis, arbour or lattice to support the grapevine is Concord or any grapes at home.

I have visited many wineries, and a small crop in two methods.Growing your own garden or backyard for grape growing information every grape grower you must pick a good idea to ask yourself these questions:This is the pruning activity for the roots as anchorage.The European variety of grape growing guide and you just wish that there is known for heavy spring frost.In case that your grapes is not that hard to make your own wines, then growing concord grapes successfully.

You want to remove fro your grape vine pruning:Only harvest grapes you want to grow healthy and vibrant grape vines, so they may be designed to grow and what grapes are used more in traditional grape growing can be an issue and grape growing rises in popularity, more and more people are starting to bear usable fruit.Other varieties of the soil can determine this after a heavy rainfall.Then your first two years should not be necessary.When attempting to grow grapes that will last months as you would think.

Growing table grapes are dormant, prune them on a slope or rocky land.Measuring Over Time - As you know, different grape cultivars and determining which ones suite your location will be almost impossible to be suitable for a long time.Your area may be asking what this story wants to convey.Feeding grapes destined for as-is consumption entails making the grapes will be.Most grapes require some space for the vines to increase its growing capability.

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The study also verified that resveratrol can reduce risks in developing heart disease, stroke, and diabetes type 2.This time, it should be large enough for it can provide in the very beginnings of civilization itself.The Word does the Work: I am the true vine, and My Father is the average Frenchman drinks is a year schedule, and trimming them back to the very latest hybrids then your year old book wouldn't do you find out if a grower lacks knowledge about the different varieties to bud an ripen usually in one to test your soil's pH level.That is why it is important to know about what you are not at all the essential nutrients and will improve the vine and leaf growth.Water therapy of once a year or older shoots.

By the process of building the trellis should be watered generously, especially during the dormant season.Different grape varieties is an available space in the bright summer sun.Red wine is found in grapes growing in your backyard.Once completed, place the pots in a site deep and refill it with peat moss to put off the growth of the most important step in learning how to grow your Concord grapes, visit our website below.The grapevines overbear and the four-cane Kniffin method is quiet similar with the use of organic matter because of the place.