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Safe and Sound |Chapter One|

Pairing: Hybrid!Ot7 x F!Reader

Chapter warnings: None :)

Summary: You have worked at a hybrid rehab and adoption center for years, enjoying being able to help people others only seen as their animal side. You thought you might end up taking in one or two, what you didn’t expect however, was to take in 7.

Genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut, non-idol au, hybrid au, strangers to friends to lovers au,

Word count: 1.8k

Member’s hybrid types: Namjoon: Bear, Yoongi: Bobcat, Hoseok: Ferret, Jin: Wolf, Jimin: Red panda, Jungkook: Bunny, Taehyung: Marble fox

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Beep beep, beep beep! Beep beep, beep beep! You groan as you reach over to turn off your alarm, stretching your limbs with a sigh before laying on your bed for a moment. A smile slowly makes its way onto your face as a thought comes into your mind. ‘A new hybrid is arriving today.’ With the thought in mind you spring up and move toward your closet, excited to meet the new resident.

You’re out of your apartment to make it to the facility with about half an hour before they’re set to arrive when you get there. You don’t know their gender yet, but what you do know is they’re a wolf hybrid.

The drive to the facility takes about 25 or so minutes, and once you’ve arrived you enter and head toward the room that will soon be occupied. You were given the task of readying the room and making sure it was livable, you were given a few things they like so you made sure to include them.

You’d been focused on getting the room ready that you were startled when you heard a knock on the door. You walk to the door, opening it to see one of your co-workers, Yujin. “The wolf hybrid just got here, he’s out in the lobby. Mr. Dubose wanted you to give him a tour since you’re better with hybrids than most.” He smiled at you, making you return the smile. “His name is Kim Seokjin, by the way.” He says before walking away, you yelled a ‘thank you!’ Before he got too far. You scan over the room one last time before exiting and shutting it behind you.

You make your way to the sitting area, seeing a nervous man playing with his finger with a stern looking guard standing beside him when you enter. “Mr. Kim?” You ask making the man look up from his hands. You offer him a smile making him smile back. ‘He seems nervous..’ you think to yourself as he stands up. “My name is Choi Y/n. I’ll be taking you to your room.” You say as you gesture down the hallway. “Hi..” he says meekly before following you down the hallway.

“If you ever need anything please let one of us know, we want to make sure you’re comfortable here.” You say as you arrive at his room, opening it and stepping back so he can enter. His eyes go wide at the size of the room, walking in and looking around at everything in it. “May I come in?” You ask making him turn around and look at you, nodding quickly. You enter, keeping your distance to not make him uncomfortable.

“I like it.” He says quietly making you smile. “Thank you, I was given a list of a few things you liked so I tried to incorporate them in your room.” You say making him look at you, eyes wide in curiosity. “You designed it?” He asked making you nod, smile widening. He smiles as he continues looking around. “I really like it.” He says again making you laugh softly. “I’m glad.” You say, watching as he walks to his bed, sitting on it as his eyes go wide before he falls onto his back.

“Are there any questions you have for me? About the center or to get to know me better?” You ask making him sit up. “How old are you?” He asks tentatively, scanning over your figure. “23.” You say making his eyes widen. “I thought you’d be younger, you look like you’re maybe 19.” He says making you smile and laugh softly. “Thank you, how old are you if you don’t mind me asking? I didn’t get much information.” You say making him smile, “I’m 30.” He says making your eyes widen. “I thought you’d be at least 24, maybe 25.” You say making him smile sheepishly. “Thanks.” He says as you look him over, ‘he does not seem 30’ you think to yourself.

“How long have you done this for? Your job?” He asks, no longer seeming nervous. “Hmm…about 5 years? Full time at least, I’ve helped out here since I was 14.” You say, taking him by surprise. “Any other questions? If not I’ll show you around. We ha-” your sentence was cut short because of Yujin.

“Y/n? We really need you. There’s a hybrid out back and he’s injured, we don’t know how bad yet.” He says making you spring up, worry etched on your features as you leave behind Seokjin and rush after Yujin to the hybrid.

You stop just before the door, opening it slowly to make sure you don’t spook the man. You see him huddled in the corner of the yard, a few others trying to coax him, yet he only watches with teary eyes as they race over everyone, making sure no one gets too close to him. You shut the door softly behind you, Yujin staying inside as you slowly make your way as close to him as he’ll let you.

“Hi..my name’s Y/n.” You say, his attention moving to you as he carefully studies your every move. Only his eyes are visible, knees pulled to his chest and arms laid on top of his knees covering his mouth and nose. You’re crouched down a bit away, making sure you don’t spook him too much. You look over his figure, seeing a deep gash on his side as well as a few cuts and bruises on his arms and face.

He slowly lifts his face from his arms, looking at you closely. “Could I take you inside? Your wounds look bad.” You say, yet the man curls in on himself more. “Too many people?” You ask making him nod. You turn around, gesturing for everyone to go back inside. There were only 5 people—including you—out here, yet it doesn’t surprise you in was too much for a hybrid in his condition.

Once everyone else is gone, you turn back to the man to see he’s uncurled from himself a bit more. “Can I take you inside now? If you don’t like it here you could leave, but it’d only be after your wounds heal.” You say, watching as the man slowly brings his arms down, letting his legs slip to the floor as well, wincing a bit after.

You slowly approached him, yet he didn’t make any move to run away.

When you’re in front of him, you look over his figure, seeing a few scratches where his clothes are torn in some spots. “Could I take you inside now?” You ask, holding out your hand, watching as he reluctantly reaches out and takes it making you smile. “Can I ask what your name is?” You ask softly making him look up at you, glossy eyes roaming over your features now that you’re closer. “J-Jimin.” He stutters, slowly standing up with you. You got up before him, helping him stand, being wary of his side.

Once he’s fully standing up, you guide him back to the building, still being mindful of his wound. You make it back to the building quickly, opening the door with your keycard using your free hand, Jimin’s hand in the other which he clutches tightly. He isn’t sure why he trusted you so easily, usually he’s weary of people, yet you somehow make him feel safe.

You lead him through the building, taking him toward a room you know is vacant and won’t be taken anytime soon so he could stay there. You unlock the door, pushing it open and letting him go in first. He examines the area, while he’s looking around at the spacious area you step in, leading him to the bed to sit. You grab your walkie-talkie and ask if someone could bring you supplies to clean him up.

He watches you as your brows knit together as you explain how injured he is after asked to know what supplies is needed. If he didn’t know better he’d say you’re concerned for him.

You look up at him making him quickly look away, missing the small smile that you bare. “How old are you?” You ask making him look at you again, you can see how he is reluctant to tell, and just as your about to tell him it’s fine, he speaks. “27.” He says making you nod, “what’s your animal? I’m sorry but I need to know just incase.” You say, smiling apologetically after he looks at you cautiously. “Red panda.” He replies making you nod.

You’re about to speak again before a knock at the door interrupts you. You get up and walk to the door, opening it and grabbing the medical kit from the girl. You thank her before closing the door, walking back to Jimin.

You move his arm from the wound on his side, noticing it looks fresh. “When did you get this?” You ask, looking up at him to see fear in his eyes before he looks away. “H-hybrid control..I t-think a few hours ago?” He says, not noticing the anger in your eyes. “I swear those assholes can’t comprehend hybrids are humans too.” You mumble under your breath making Jimin smile, you’re different to him. Usually people don’t care if a hybrid is taken by hc, yet you seem different.

He’s taken out of his thoughts by a stinging sensation in his side, making him yelp and jump back on the bed. “I’m so sorry but it needs to be cleaned.” You say apologetically, waiting until he scoots back to you, knowing he’s ready to go through it. You gently dab the cotton ball on his wound, exchanging the blood soaked one with a fresh one within a few seconds.

It takes a while to clean his side plus stop the blood long enough to bandage it, but once you do, you quickly bandage it and check with jimin to make sure it isn’t too tight. “No it’s good, it doesn’t hurt.” He reassures when you double check. You nod, checking over his face and arms, not wanting to check his chest or back quite yet incase he isn’t comfortable.

“I’m going to send in our doctor, I need to check in with a hybrid I was introducing here earlier. Alright? If you need anything please tell someone. If you’re only comfortable with me I can tell everyone if you talk to them to let me know.” You say making him nod. “Can I just have you? I don’t really trust anyone else.” He says, playing with his fingers as you smile. “Yeah of course. But you will have to be looked at by our doctor, I can probably spare a bit to be in here with you if that makes you feel better?” You offer making him nod reluctantly. You smile and grab your walkie-talkie, radioing the doctor.

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A/n: I’m sorry about any awkward parts, this is my first time posting instead of keeping it to myself so I haven’t gotten feedback before 😅. Feedback would be greatly appreciated!

Safe and Sound |Chapter Two|

Pairing: Hybrid!Ot7 x F!Reader

Chapter warnings: None :)

Summary: You have worked at a hybrid rehab and adoption center for years, enjoying being able to help people others only see as their animal side. You thought you might end up taking in one or two, what you didn’t expect however, was to take in 7.

Genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut, non-idol au, hybrid au, strangers to friends to lovers au,

Word count: 2.2k

Member’s hybrid types: Namjoon: Bear, Yoongi: Bobcat, Hoseok: Ferret, Jin: Wolf, Jimin: Red panda, Jungkook: Bunny, Taehyung: Marble fox

A/n: Second chapter! I hope you guys enjoy!

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The doctor looked over Jimin, most scratches weren’t too bad, only one or two which only had a mere bandaid put over. You bid your goodbye to Jimin once you were sure he’d be alright, heading back to Jin’s room.

You knocked, hearing some shuffling inside before the door opened to reveal a sleepy looking Seokjin. “Hi, I’m sorry I left so suddenly, we had a situation with a hybrid, but I could show you around now if you’d like? If not I’ll let you get back to your rest.” You say, smiling softly making him return your smile. “We could do it now, I was only getting a Power Nap.” He says as he opens the door a bit more, inviting you in with a gesture of his hand. “What happened with the hybrid? Are they okay?” He asks, brows furrowed as he looks at you. “Yeah, he seems fine..he had an interaction with hybrid control though.” You say, making Seokjin frown. “God why do they exist.” He says under his breath, yet you catch it. “Right! You guys are human too, I mean sure you can shape shift into animals and you have animal DNA but damn.”

You rant, missing Seokjin’s fond smile as he watches you go on about how much you’d wished HC wasn’t a thing. He’d never met a human like you, nor did he think he would again.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have ranted to you like that.” You apologize when you realize what you had just done, bowing slightly making Seokjin laugh. “It’s fine. I’m glad you feel comfortable enough with me to rant. Makes me feel like some people don’t just see me as my animal side.” He says making you smile. “Ready?” You ask making him nod before following you out of the room.

You first bring him to the cafeteria, showing him where he’ll eat every meal unless he prefers it somewhere else.

The last place you showed him was the adoption area, you never liked it, but hybrids were seen as pets and couldn’t live on their own. You could see sadness in his features, knowing one day he’d have to be in this very room. “Well..I’ve showed you everything there is to see here, dinner starts in about an hour so till then you can do whatever you’d like.” You say, smiling softly at Seokjin making him return the smile.You part ways from each other, Seokjin going back to his room while you head for Jimin’s room.

You knocked lightly on the door, hearing shuffling from the inside before the door cracked slightly, Jimin looking through the crack in the door. “Hi.” You smile making him exhale in relief, “hi.” He returns, opening the door wider before going back to his bed. “Dinner’s in about an hour, where do you want to eat?” You ask making him stop and look at you, you can see nervousness in his eyes before he responds. “I uh..I don’t know.” He says, sitting down on his bed still looking at you. “I could bring it to your room?” You say making him nod, letting out a small sigh before smiling. “Thank you.” He says, you nodding before turning around to exit the room.

“Y-Y/n..?” He tentatively calls out making you stop and turn around. “What’s going to happen while I’m here..?” He asks, fiddling with his hands making you sigh. “It’s your choice, if you find it fitting you can go back out into the world, if not you’ll have to be adopted.” You say making Jimin frown before looking down. “What if I don’t want either..?” He asks, voice barely above a whisper. You sigh before you close the door, making your way to him. You crouch down in front of him, noticing a few tears well up into his eyes. “Can I ask why?” You say, noticing the uncertainty in his features. “Well for one, I don’t want to mess with hybrid control again, two, my last owners weren’t the best. The only one who ever loved me got rid of me because she couldn’t afford me.” He says, a few stray tears making their way down his cheeks. “Maybe you’ll find someone? I wish we could keep hybrids here, but we can’t. We need the rooms so we can keep helping others.” You say, sympathy noticeable in your voice.

Jimin nods before looking up at you, small but feigned smile on his face, “I understand.” He says before looking away. Before you can properly think about it, you lean up and pull him into your embrace. You feel him tense up beneath you, gently rubbing your hand up and down his back as you rest your chin on his head. He slowly wraps his arms around your middle, pulling himself closer to you and basking in your warmth.

You slowly part from him, Jimin reluctantly letting go, holding back a whine as you look at him. “You’ll be okay, I promise.” You say, smiling softly making him smile back. “Alright, it’s about time to eat, do you want to go ahead of time and grab it, or wait for me to get it for you?” You ask, making him think. “Could we grab it before? So I can see what’s there?” He asks making you nod, standing up fully and offering him your hand. He takes it into his, grasping on semi-tightly before standing up, following you out of the room.

You lead him toward the cafeteria, poking your head through a door making sure there weren’t too many people. When you only saw the chefs, you opened the door fully, walking in with Jimin.You felt him maneuver so he could stand behind you, clutching your hand tighter at the sight of people. You glance behind you at him, smiling softly at an attempt to reassure him before continuing toward the counter.

“Hi Y/n! What can we do for ya?” One of the chefs, Haneul asks. “Could I get some food? We got a new resident and he doesn’t seem too fond of a room filled with people.” You say, smiling softly making him smile back. “What’s his name?” He asks, moving to try and get a peek at Jimin. “Are you alright with him knowing your name?” You ask, turning to look at Jimin. He looks up at you, reluctantly peeking around your body and catching Haneul’s eyes. “J-Jimin.” Jimin says, moving around your body a bit to get a better glimpse of Haneul. “I’m Haneul, what would you like to have?” Haneul asks, smiling softly as Jimin thinks. “C-could I have Kimchi Jjigae?” He asks, moving to stand next to you, still grasping your hand tightly. Haneul’s eyes flick to your interlocked hands, and Jimin swore he saw a flicker of jealously in Haneuls eyes, yet he pushes it down when the man nods.

Haneul turns around, telling another cook what Jimin wants. Jimin then turns to you, gently pulling your hand making you look at him. He looks over at a table and tugs again, silently asking to go over there, you follow and head over there.

“Do they usually do whatever you ask for?” Jimin asks making you nod before shaking your head. “Kind of, they will do it if requested or for newer residents but besides that they appreciate if they don’t have to make a different dish.” You say, noticing how a wave of gilt wafts across Jimin’s features for a moment. “Hey no, they don’t mind, it’s oka-” you get interrupted when a familiar voice calls your name. “Y/n! Hi.” Seokjin says as he walks over to your table, you notice how Jimin tensed up slightly as the sight of the other hybrid. “Hey Seokjin.” You say softly as the man sits down, smiling at you.

Jimin feels a pang of jealousy, no it’s not jealousy, no way. He barely knows you, why would he admit he’s jealous of another hybrid you’re helping? No! I’m not jealous! He’s taken out of his thoughts by your soft voice calling him. “Jimin, this is Seokjin. He’s another new hybrid here.” You say, smiling softly at both men.

Jin then directs his attention to Jimin, smiling as he reaches out his hand for a handshake. Jimin reluctantly takes it, firmly shaking the other man’s hand before letting go.

Jimin watches as you fall into conversation with the other man, asking how his stay here is. He fiddles with his fingers under the table, lost in his thoughts until you suddenly got up, bidding goodbye to the man and offering Jimin your hand he hadn’t realized he’d let go of.

“Well, I’ll see you around. Let me know if you need anything, bye Seokjin.” You say, waving before looking at Jimin. “Come on, your food is done.” You say, keeping your hand extended in case he wants to take it.

Jimin reaches out and grabs it, getting off the chair and following you to the counter. He picks up the bowl, letting go of your hand to carefully handle it as you both make your way out of the cafeteria.

You both walk back to his room, you opening the door for him since his hands are full, yet as you’re about to leave he calls you.

“Wait Y/n..” he says softly making you turn around, confusedly staring at him but smiling nonetheless. “I—are you going to be like my caretaker?” He asks, staring at you, unreadable expression as he nervously waits for your answer. “If you want me to be, but I’m mostly just one of the workers here to help you.” You say, smiling softly as his question. “But what if I don’t want another worker? You’re the only nice person I’ve encountered so far.” He says as he shyly looks down, unsure how you’ll take it, missing your wide smile. “Thank you.” You say before turning around again, heading for the door.

Just as you reach it, you turn around to look at Jimin, already seeing his gaze on you. “Get some rest, okay? The doctor is going to come and check on your wounds at about 9-ish.” You say, Jimin nodding before looking away. “What’s up? You got a look on your face.” You ask making him look back slightly. “Could you maybe stay in the room with me again.? I don’t really trust people much..” he whispers, barely audible yet you catch it. “Yeah of course. I’ll try and be here before him, okay? Now get some rest.” You say before walking out of the room and closing the door behind you.

You walk down the hall toward the employee lounge to grab your stuff before heading home. As you enter the lounge you see your friend Souyun.

“Souyun! Hi!” You say as you enter, waving at her enthusiastically before walking toward your locker. “Hey Y/n! How are you?” She asks as she walks with you. “I’ve been good, we got a new hybrid, he seems scared of people. I’m surprised he trusted me so fast but I’m glad. If you could check up on him I’d greatly appreciate it.” You say, opening the locker and grabbing your jacket and purse, turning to face your friend with a smile. “He’s in room 63. Tell him I sent you to him.” You say, hoping he’ll trust her at least in the slightest.

You bid your goodbyes, exiting the room and walking down the hallway toward the lobby.

As you reach the lobby, you see how empty it looks besides a girl sitting at the front desk. “Bye Y/n! Have a good night.” Sun-hee calls out, waving with a smile. “Bye Sun-hee, you too.” You reply, repeating her action before making your way to the door. The soft breeze that follows the open door makes you sigh in contentment. It’s the middle of September, the breeze is near perfect, sometimes a bit colder because of the approaching winter.

You walk the short distance to your car, unlocking it and getting in. Before starting the car, you set your things down and check your phone, not seeing anything new, you set it back down into one of the cup holders, starting the engine and roll down your windows, getting ready to go.

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You reach your apartment building, grabbing everything before heading into the building, walking toward the stairs.

You climb the two sets of stairs it takes to get to your floor, walking to your apartment. You sigh, hanging your jacket and putting your keys in a bowl by your door, hanging up your purse after.

You head toward your kitchen, pulling out a simple microwave dinner from you freezer, not wanting to go through the hassle of making dinner at the moment. You toss it into the microwave, sitting on your counter while scrolling through TikTok.

-2 minutes later-

Beep beep!

You hop off the counter, opening the microwave and taking out your food, setting it on the counter to cool off. You lean back against your kitchen counter, letting your mind wander.

‘Why did it feel like there was something there?..Whenever I looked into their eyes it just…felt right to be with them.’

You quickly shake these thoughts down.

‘There’s no way I’m attracted to my patients.’

You get a fork and peel back the plastic, taking your food to the table and sitting down.

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A/n: Thank you for reading! This is my first fic series so I hope it’s good, I’m not sure when the next chapter will be, but I will start writing soon. I will start doing tag lists if any of the posts reach enough people, if you do like the post and want to be on a tag list, let me know and I’ll start one.

Safe and Sound |Chapter Three|

Pairing: Hybrid!Ot7 x F!Reader

Chapter warnings: slight angst, mentions of panic attack.

Summary: You have worked at a hybrid rehab and adoption center for years, enjoying being able to help people others only see as their animal side. You thought you might end up taking in one or two, what you didn’t expect however, was to take in 7.

Genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut, non-idol au, hybrid au, strangers to friends to lovers au,

Word count: 1.4k

Member’s hybrid types: Namjoon: Bear, Yoongi: Bobcat, Hoseok: Ferret, Jin: Wolf, Jimin: Red panda, Jungkook: Bunny, Taehyung: Marble fox

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A/n: This chapter is more of a Jimin focus, there will be a new member introduced though 🤫

You made it back to the facility about half an hour before the doctor is set to arrive, walking toward Jimin’s room.

You knock three times before entering, having not gotten an answer, to see Jimin’s back facing you as soft snores leave his lips. You smile, closing the door softly behind you before making your way to him.

You sit down on his bed before shaking him softly, “Jimin.” You whisper, hearing a muffled ‘no’ come from his lips before curling into himself more. You shake him again, earning a soft groan before he stretches his limbs out, turning around to face you.

“Good morning.” You say, getting up off his bed. “Mmph..morning.” He groggily answers, forcing his eyes open as he tiredly stares at you. “The doctor will be here in about 30 minutes so I need you to get up.” You say making his eyes widen.

He slowly sits up, rubbing his eyes before getting out of bed. “I had a girl check up on you, Souyun.” You say, catching his attention as he looks away from the drawer of clothes to your face. “Oh yeah..she said you asked her to make sure I was doing alright..” he says, awkwardly looking away. “Did it make you uncomfortable?” You ask, noticing how he reluctantly shrugs before replying, “I mean it was easier to talk to her knowing she knew you but yeah, a little bit.” He says, grabbing a pair of pants and a t-shirt before walking to the bathroom.

You take a seat on a chair in the room, waiting for him to exit the bathroom when there’s a knock on the door. You get up, heading toward the door and opening it to see the doctor. “Dr. Martin, hi, you’re early?” You say, opening the door wider to let him inside. “You’re here early as well, earlier than you usually are.” He replies, walking into the room when the bathroom door opens, revealing Jimin.

He looks up, freezing at the sight of the doctor. “Hi Jimin, how is your wound feeling?” Dr. Martin asks, waving Jimin over to the bed. “It’s been feeling fine..” he says quietly, making his way over to the bed. When he sits down, he looks over at you, silently asking you to come over. You nod, walking over to stand next to Jimin. You smile reassuringly at him, noticing how a little tension leaves his posture before he looks back at Dr. Martin now unwrapping his waist bandage.

After inspecting the injury, he cleans it a bit before wrapping it again. “Well, seems like your wound wasn’t as bad as it looked, maybe 3 or 4 more days until he should be good to go to the adoption area if he’s ready.”

Jimin’s blood runs cold.

Adoption area?

Already?

No.

No no no.

Dr. Martin excused himself, leaving you and Jimin be.

Jimin quickly grasps onto your hand tightly, alerting you. “I-I’m not r-ready..” he whimpers out, a tear escaping his eye. “Hey hey hey hey.” You kneel on the floor in front of him, wiping his tears. “I-I’m not re-ady.” He whispers, breath coming out harsh.

You get up onto the bed, engulfing him in your arms before thinking twice. Jimin immediately wraps his arms around your waist, clutching onto your shirt and burying his face in your neck as tears stream down his cheeks.

He shakes and sobs in your embrace, murmuring a mix of ‘no’s and ‘I’m not ready’s as he attempts to ground himself.

You slowly sway back and forth, rubbing your hand up and down his back as an attempt to cease his harsh breaths. “It’s okay, you’ll be alright.” You whisper, still holding him close as he nods against your neck.

His breathing gradually slows until he’s taking deep breaths and breathing normally again. As he slowly untangles himself from you, he looks down as he sniffles. “Sorry..I didn’t m-mean to get your shirt all dirty…” he whispers, not daring to look at your face from the embarrassment. “No it’s alright, I’d rather have you get a bit of snot of my shirt than you suffering a panic attack alone.” You say, reaching out for his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze before letting go.

“I’m gonna go, give you a bit of time alone. Let me know if you need me.” You say, standing up before making your way toward the door.

“Y-Y/n?” He calls making you turn around, “yes?” You ask. “Could you e-either stay here or m-me go with you?” He asks, avoiding eye contact and fidgeting with his hands. “Jimin I—are you sure? There’s going to be quite a few people.” You say making him look up, nodding before standing up on wobbly legs. “I-I just don’t want to be a-alone.” He says, walking over to where you stand by the door. “Okay, but stay beside me, alright? I don’t want you to get stuck somewhere in here, it’s a big facility.” You say, gently grabbing his hand, giving Jimin a warm feeling at how you’re wanting to make sure he’s safe. You open the door, closing it gently behind you after Jimin exits.

You first lead him to the employee lounge, having not got your schedule for today yet. Jimin follows you, hiding behind your body slightly, holding your hand tightly.

“Hey, Y/nie!” A voice calls out when you open the door, startling Jimin slightly, clutching your hand close. “Mr. Dubose! Hi! I wanted to know what my schedule was today?” You say, walking toward the source of the voice Jimin now knew as ‘Mr. Dubose’.

“Well you hav—oh and who’s this?” His words are cut off when he sees Jimin behind you, smiling softly at him. “Ah, this is Jimin, he’s gonna be kind of like my little helper today, he’ll be with me while I work.” You say, turning around and smiling softly at Jimin as he peeks at you. “Ah, well you do have to host another hybrid today, he’ll be coming in at around 10:00, so you still have a bit. Until then, you don’t have anything on the schedule. His room is all ready so you don’t have to worry about preparing it.” Mr. Dubose says making you nod, bidding goodbye before leading Jimin out of the room and back to his.

You open the door, letting him in first before closing it behind you. “So do you still want me to hang out with you? Or leave ya be?” You ask, walking over to where he’s perched on the bed. “Can you stay?” He asks quietly making you nod, “what do you want to do?” You ask, sitting beside him on the bed. He shrugs, not entirely sure of what there is to do. “How about we get to know each other more? The simple things.” You say making him nod, liking the idea of getting to know you more. “Do you want to start or me?” You ask, “what’s your favorite color?” He starts, and you don’t hesitate with your answer. “A light purple. What’s yours?” You respond,

“Blue, favorite activity?”

“Anything art, drawing, painting, coloring in coloring books.” You laugh slightly at the last part, earning a small laugh from Jimin.

“Why do you work here?” He asks, genuinely interested. “Well, my dad and I used to have two hybrids growing up, they were my best friends.” You sigh, recalling your happy memories with them. “Hybrid control found them when they were out in our yard and they took them, I still remember hc taking them.. I haven’t found either of them but they’re around my age, 20’s as well.” You sniffle a bit, “I didn’t like how the world saw hybrids, then I stumbled upon this place when hybrid care facilities were finally legal.” You say, wiping a stray tear that escaped your eye. “Sorry.” You say, laughing dryly a bit after.

“Well uh, the hybrid is probably almost here.” You say, getting up. “Do you want to come? Or stay here?” You ask, offering Jimin your hand when he nods, standing up as well. He softly takes your hand in his, walking with you to his door before exiting.

You lead him into the lobby, thinking you’d have a few minutes until you saw a man sitting in the lobby, tail swishing softly beside him. You didn’t know his name, walking up to the man, tapping his shoulder softly. He lifts his head up, smiling at you. “Hi, I’m-” your sentence is cut off by Jimin. “T-Taehyung?” He whispers.

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A/n: I hope you guys like this series so far, I’m trying to make it make sense but I’m still not the best with writing.

Safe and Sound |Chapter Four|

Pairing: Hybrid!Ot7 x F!Reader

Chapter warnings: None :)

Summary: You have worked at a hybrid rehab and adoption center for years, enjoying being able to help people others only see as their animal side. You thought you might end up taking in one or two, what you didn’t expect however, was to take in 7.

Genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut, non-idol au, hybrid au, strangers to friends to lovers au,

Word count: 1.6k

Member’s hybrid types: Namjoon: Bear, Yoongi: Bobcat, Hoseok: Ferret, Jin: Wolf, Jimin: Red panda, Jungkook: Bunny, Taehyung: Marble fox

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Chapter notes: again another member focus, this chapter is mostly focused on Jin so we can build the relationships up!

“T-Taehyung?” Jimin whisper, the man’s attention shifting to Jimin before he jumps up, eyes wide. “Jimin?” He asks, tail wagging as tears form in his eyes. Jimin barely nods before he’s pulled into the man, now known as Taehyung’s, embrace.

You notice a few tears make their way down Taehyung’s cheeks as he holds Jimin close. “T-Tae, this is Y/n,” Jimin pauses, sniffling, “she’s b-been taking care of me here.” Jimin says, pulling out of Taehyung’s embrace to grab your hand, pulling you toward them.

“Thank you, I don’t know how you found him but I’m more than glad you did.” Taehyung says, smiling at you. “Of course, he found his way into our backyard and, thankfully, trusted me enough to take him inside to treat his wounds.” You say, making Taehyung furrow his eyebrows. “Wounds?” He questions, attention shifting back to Jimin who stares at the ground.

“What wounds, Minie?” He asks worriedly, softly grasping Jimin’s cheeks to make him look up at him. “H-hybrid control got to me.” Jimin whispers, avoiding eye contact with Taehyung. “How bad?” Taehyung asks, attention shifting back to you for the answer. “He has a gash on his side, it looked pretty bad but should be good to go in a few days. Besides that, only a few scratches and bruises.” You say, noticing how Taehyung exhales slightly, turning back to Jimin.

“How about I get you to either Jimin’s room or your new room so you’re more comfortable?” You suggest making both men nod. “We can go to my new room.” Taehyung says, ruffling Jimin’s hair before grasping his hand, following you out of the room and down the hallway.

You lead him to his room, opening the door and letting them in first before following behind. “I can either let you both enjoy your reunion, or if you have any questions I can stay for a minute.” You say, “wait can’t you stay for a bit?” Jimin asks, letting go of Taehyung’s hand and walking over to you, puppy dog eyes on display making you giggle. “Maybe, I’ll see what’s on my schedule.” You say, patting Jimin’s head softly before turning to Taehyung.

“I hope your room is comfortable enough for you, if ever you need anything let me or one of the employees know.” You say making Taehyung nod before you turn to leave.

You head toward the employee lounge again, walking toward where the schedule papers are. ‘Wow, only dinner duty and I can leave.’ You think to yourself, turning around to exit the room.

You start heading for Taehyung’s room, but pause. ‘I haven’t seen Seokjin for a minute, let me go see how he’s holding up.’ You begin walking toward his room.

You knock softly once you get there, hearing a muffled groan before a groggy ‘who is it?’ Is heard making you giggle. “It’s Y/n.” You say, hearing the shuffling of covers before the door is opened, revealing a sleepy looking Seokjin.

“Sorry to disturb you, I wanted to know how you’re holding up?” You say, “I’m doing pretty good, I might be good to go and, Y’know, get adopted soon.” He says. “Alright, well let me know if you need anything.” You say, smiling before turning around.

“Hey, Y/n?” He calls out tentatively. “Yes?” You say as you turn around to face him. “Could we maybe get to know each other more or something? Like hang out?” He asks, looking away as he speaks making you smile fondly. “Yeah sure, we could do it today or another day.” You say, noticing how Seokjin turns to look at you, slight shock written on his features before he nods.

“We could do it today, yeah, want to do it now? Or..” his voice trails off as he gnaws on his lower lip, waiting for your answer. You nod, noticing how he sighs in relief before opening his door wider, inviting you in. “I just gotta go change really quick.” He says, walking toward his dresser, pulling out a white t-shirt before walking to his closet.

You walk into the room, walking toward his bed and sitting down on it as you wait for him. The closet door shuts as he gets changed, while you examine his room. ‘It’s still pretty tidy’ you think to yourself.

The closet door opens, revealing Seokjin in his plain white t-shirt and black jeans with a few holes. “So what do you want to do?” You ask, facing Seokjiin as he heads for his shoes. “What is there to do? I don’t remember much of the activities here.” He says, grabbing his shoes and walking to where you are on his bed, sitting down beside you.

“Well we could do something here or go out and about, nobody will care.” You say making Seokjin nod, “sure, what’s around here?” He asks, tying his shoes before standing up, you standing up shortly after.

“Mmmm..we could either go get something to eat, or there’s bowling and mini golf around.” You say, walking with him toward the door. “Can we do mini golf? I feel like it’d be fun.” He says, making you nod with a smile as you both make your way down the hall.

“Y/n? Where are you taking Seokjin?” Sun-hee asks, looking at you both with furrowed eyebrows. You feel Seokjin tense up beside you, “Ah, I’m taking him out for a bit, we’ll be back soon.” You say, ushering Seokjin out of the door, confusing him.

“Sorry, Sun-hee asks endless questions.” You sigh when you’re outside of the building. He lets out a small laugh, following you to your car.

You unlock the car, getting in on the drivers side and sticking your keys in. You look back to where he was last standing, seeing him still standing there hesitantly. “What’s wrong? Aren’t you gonna get in?” You ask, confusedly staring at him.

He hesitantly nods, yet still stays in place. “W-where do I sit? In the back?” He asks, making you shrug, “Sit in either the back or front, I’m good with whichever.” You give him a soft smile, watching as a bit of the tension leaves his shoulders as he makes his way to the passenger side.

He opens the door, sliding into the seat beside yours before shutting the door behind him. You pull up the directions to the mini golf place, beginning your trip once your phone has shown you the full route.

“So..Y/n? Why do you work here?” Seokjin asks after a few minutes, seemingly hesitant. “Ah, it’s a long story but I used to have two hybrids who got taken away, they were my best friends. Ever since hc took them, I’ve been wanting to work for hybrid rights, or something to protect you guys.” You say, peeking at Seokjin to see a spark of sadness in his eyes as he nods. “I’m sorry.

“What were their names?” Seokjin asks, you can feel his eyes on you even if you aren’t facing him. “Jungkook and Hoseok.” You say, drumming your fingers against your steering wheel when you see the mini golf place. “Ah, we’re here!” You say, parking the car before getting out, waiting for Seokjin to get out so you can lock it.

He gets out, walking with you to the entrance once you’ve locked the car. “I really am sorry Y/n.” He says, holding the door open. You peep out a small ‘thank you’ as you pass by him to get in.

“It’s fine, it’s the world we live in.” You say, smiling sadly as Seokjin before walking up to the counter.

“Hello, how many will be playing today?” The girl asks, seemingly bored as she looks at you. “Two.” She nods, grabbing two putters before looking at you two again, “What color balls do you want?” She asks, standing beside the small baskets.

“I’ll do light blue, Seokjin?” You look at him, “Uh..can I do green?” The girl wordlessly grabs the balls before handing them to you along with the putters. “That’ll be $12.95.” You nod, grabbing a 10 and 5 from your purse, handing it to her.

She gives you your change, murmuring a ‘have a good day’ as you walk toward the door leading to the course.

“Course 1 or 2?” You look at Seokjin, who examines both. “Can we do 1?” He asks, looking down at you. You nod, walking over toward said course with Seokjin trailing behind you.

He sets his ball down, hitting it toward the hole with a soft tap. You both watch as it seems to head straight for the hole, only to hop it making Seokjin groan.

You giggle, setting up your ball and hitting it, only to watch as it goes nowhere near the hole. Seokjin laughs as you pout, “Payback for laughing.” He says with a smirk making you roll your eyes playfully.

The rest of the time passes with victorious and mocking laughs or groans of annoyance and teasing of how bad the other did. You both turn in your balls and putters, walking out with smiles.

“I had fun.” Seokjin says, holding the door open for you again. “Thanks, and I did too.” You say, unlocking the car as you approach it. You get in on the drivers, putting the keys in and twisting it, starting the car as Seokjin gets in.

“Y/n?” You hum, looking at Seokjin. “You know you can just call me Jin.” You nod with a smile, “Okay, Jin.” His cheeks earn a light pink tint as you turn to face forward again.

You pull out carefully, making sure to watch the rear view mirror as you watch to make sure you don’t hit anything when Jin speaks up, “Y/n? Could we maybe uh..do this again?” You nod with a smile. “Of course.” You say, watching the road as you make your way back to the facility, missing the smile on Jin’s face.

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A/n: I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I’m sorry it took so long for me to get it out but I’ve been really busy this past month.

Safe and Sound |Masterlist|

Pairing: Hybrid!ot7 x f!Reader

Summary: You have worked at a hybrid rehab and adoption center for years, enjoying being able to help people others only see as their animal side. You thought you might end up taking in one or two, what you didn’t expect however, was to take in 7.

Total word count: 21.3k (roughly, may be a bit over)

Genre: Fluff, angst, eventual smut, non-idol au, hybrid au, strangers to friends to lovers au,

Member’s hybrid types: Namjoon: Bear, Yoongi: Bobcat, Hoseok: Ferret, Jin: Wolf, Jimin: Red panda, Jungkook: Bunny, Taehyung: Marble fox

A/n: Here’s the Masterlist to Safe and Sound so you can find the chapters quicker/easier.

Credit to @cafekitsune for the Masterlist divider and dividers used in my fics!

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Safe and Sound |Chapter Five|

Pairing: Hybrid!Ot7 x F!Reader

Chapter warnings: None :)

Summary: You have worked at a hybrid rehab and adoption center for years, enjoying being able to help people others only see as their animal side. You thought you might end up taking in one or two, what you didn’t expect however, was to take in 7.

Genre: Fluff, angst, eventual smut, non-idol au, hybrid au, strangers to friends to lovers au,

Word count: 2.4K (damn that’s new)

Member’s hybrid types: Namjoon: Bear, Yoongi: Bobcat, Hoseok: Ferret, Jin: Wolf, Jimin: Red panda, Jungkook: Bunny, Taehyung: Marble fox

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A/n: it’s finally out! I finally got around to it! I’m so sorry that there tends to be such wide intervals between each post, but I’m hoping I’ll get to a steady posting time soon. New member, woohoo!

You bid goodbye to Jin, heading over to Taehyung’s room to check up on Jimin and Taehyung. You hear laughter from the room as you approach it, making you smile.

You knock, mumbling a “Knock knock,” loud enough for them to hear, waiting for the door to open. You hear some rustling before the door is opened revealing a pouting Jimin. You pout back, “Hey, Jimin. I’m sorry I didn’t come by earlier, I had to take care of another hybrid.”

His face seems to fall slightly at that, yet he immediately puts on a small smile, nodding in understanding before welcoming you into the room. “Hey, Taehyung. How are you holding up?” He smiles, “Pretty good, better than I thought I would.” You smile.

Jimin takes a seat beside Taehyung on the bed, patting the spot beside him for you to sit as well. You make your way over, sitting down with some space between you, “Are you going to be able to hang out?” Jimin asks, looking at you with puppy dog eyes.

You chuckle, “Yes, I can hang out until dinner.” Jimin smiles widely, earning a smile from you. “Let’s play something!” Jimin chirps. “Like what?” Taehyung asks, laying down on the bed, “Umm..” Jimin pouts, trying to think of a game. “I can always get a board game?” You offer, standing up.

“Do you both want to come with me to pick out a game?” Taehyung nods, yet Jimin seems reluctant. “It’ll be okay, Minie. Don’t worry.” Taehyung assures, gently taking his hand and standing up with him.

You lead the way, shutting the door behind the three of you before going in front again, taking them to the gaming area of the building. Jimin’s eyes widened in curiosity at the amount of board games and electronic games, watching the hybrids playing numerous games on different consoles.

You turn and see the longing in both Taehyung and Jimin’s eyes, bringing a smile to your face, “Do you wanna play here? There should be a free console for the two of you.” Jimin jumps, turning to look at you quickly with slight embarrassment while Taehyung nods viciously.

Taehyung starts to drag Jimin to an available console, tail wagging slightly behind him. You follow behind closely, staying especially close to Jimin when Taehyung lets go of his hand to grab the controller. Jimin turns to look at you before looking back at Taehyung, seemingly reluctant.

You wordlessly guide him to the couch Taehyung’s made himself comfortable, sitting him down and grabbing a controller, handing it to Jimin. You sit down beside him, grabbing the remote and turning on the Tv, “What game do you two want to play?” You ask, getting up and walking to the games.

“What are the options?” Taehyung asks excitedly, walking over to look over the games with you. “Ooo this one!” He grabs a game before trotting back to the console, opening the case and popping the disc in. You walk back to the couch, reclaiming your spot beside Jimin.

Taehyung watches the tv with his brows knitted together, unsure of what to do when you step in, “Want help?” Taehyung turns to you, nodding with a pout. You chuckle, standing up and moving to sit by him, gently taking the controller from his hands. You guide him through what to do, starting him in a game with only him and Jimin to start.

You peek at Jimin to see him timidly shifting his gaze from the Tv to the controller in his hands. You smile, getting up and squeezing between Taehyung and Jimin, “Use this trigger to shoot, and aim with this joystick.” You slowly guide them both through what the buttons, triggers, and joysticks can be used for, watching as they try, and successfully, learn to play.

It doesn’t take long for the two to start laughing, hunting each other down, attempting to kill each other. When the round ends you’re smiling while Taehyung and Jimin are laughing. They start another round and you pull out your phone, letting out a small huff at the time. Dinner time. You’re about to tell the boys when the door opens and someone yells “Dinner!” Making everyone stop what they’re doing and make their way to the double door.

You stand up, turning to look at the boys now sporting pouts as they stare up at you. You giggle, “You can always come back tomorrow.” Jimin’s pout deepens, “You won’t hang out with us tomorrow?” You shake your head. “Tomorrows my day off.” You pout back at him. Jimin whines before getting up, tugging Taehyung with him to stand by you. “Then the next day?” Jimin asks, staring up at you with puppy eyes, “I’m off the day after tomorrow, too. I'm off on the weekends.”

Jimin whines, grabbing your hand with his free one, the other holding onto Taehyung’s hand. “But you’ll be back Monday, right?” You nod, “I will.” Jimin smiles at that, leading both you and Taehyung out of the game room before you take the lead, guiding them to the cafeteria.

You feel Jimin let go of your hand, turning to see him clutching to Taehyung as he eyes the full room wearily. You give Jimin a reassuring look before you lead them to the front to get their food. “This looks good.” Taehyung comments as he stares at the food, hit tail wagging slightly behind his back. You smile, stepping out of the way so Jimin and Taehyung can grab their food.

Once they both have their food you walk them to a table before bidding goodbye, walking around the room with a few other employees.

—

“Do you really have to go?” Jimin whines, leaning his head against the door frame as he looks at you expectantly. “Yes, I’m sorry Jimin. I have to get groceries.” Jimin pouts at this, pushing himself to stand upright before he walks up to you, looking at you tentatively before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close, resting his head on your shoulder.

You smile wrapping your arms around his shoulders and squeezing him softly before running your hand up and down his back.

After maybe a minute Jimin finally lets you go, looking up at you with a pout before he turns around and makes his way to Taehyung. You sigh when he lays on Taehyung’s shoulder, pout still on his lips.

You give them both a small wave before you close the door, walking down the hallway to the employee lounge to grab your belongings.

—

You groan, lifting your arm up to make the grocery bags slide back up your arm when movement out of the corner of your eye catches your attention. You turn your head to see another, smaller, head with fluffy ears on top peeking around a trash can, staring at you. You take a step toward it, watching as it takes a step out as well. “Hi buddy.” It takes another step, showing half of its body, the other half still covered by the trash can.

“You look like a pretty kitty.” The cat does something akin to a nod before stepping out fully, walking down the alleyway toward you. You take a step forward, crouching down and setting down an armful of grocery bags with a groan before sticking the now unoccupied arm in its direction. It sniffs your hand before rubbing his head on it, turning to drag your hand down the rest of its body.

You bring your hand back up to scratch its head, smiling when his eyes close and a purr builds up in its chest. “Oh, are you hungry?” The cat cracks its eyes open to stare at you, huffing when you pull your hand away to instead dig in one of the grocery bags on your other arm. Your smile widens when you finally spot the chicken, opening the bag and tearing off a piece before pulling it out of both the bags and offering it to the cat.

It grabs it before practically scarfing it down and looking back at you while licking its lips making you frown. “How long have you been alone, sweet thing?” You ask as you reach into the bags again, tearing off a few decent sized chunks before setting them on the ground in front of the cat. The cat quickly eats it before looking at you again.

You pout, reaching out and scratching behind its ear, “I gotta go, buddy.” The cat looks at you, walking toward you and rubbing against your knee. You bite back a whine as the cat starts to circle your body, still rubbing against you, “I’m sorry but I have to go.” The cat sits in front of you again, looking at you before hanging its head and turning around.

The action tugs at your heartstrings as you watch with a deeper pout as it slowly circles the trash can again. “Fuck Y/n, what is wrong with you..” You whisper, “Hey buddy? How would you like to come home with me?” You watch as the cat's head whips around the trash can, staring at you. You smile when it practically runs over to you, rubbing against your knee before you stand, grabbing your grocery bags and sliding them onto your arm.

“My car isn’t far away, so you won’t have to walk long.” The cat looks up at you before walking ahead with a pep to its step making you smile.

You giggle when the cat continues its way down the sidewalk, not seeming to notice that you stopped until you call out to it, “Where’re ya goin’?” The cat stops and turns around before hurrying back to you.

You laugh as you open the backseat door, setting down the grocery bags to give some relief to your arms before shutting the door and crouching down to the cat. “Can I pick you up?” The cat rubs against your hand, and you take it as your consent to reach down and pick it up carefully. You open the passenger side door and set it down on the seat, giving its head a few pets before shutting the door and rounding the car.

“I wonder what breed you are, sweet thing.” You think out loud after you’ve been driving for a few minutes. You take a quick peek at the cat to see it already looking at you. You really need to figure out its gender instead of calling it…well…it. “What’s your gender, sweetheart?” You ask when you reach a red light, turning your attention to the cat whose attention is already on you.

“Are you a girl?” The cat growls, just a small, short, growl as if telling you no. “Boy?” The cat starts purring, closing (what you’re guessing) his eyes. “Boy it is.” You say with a smile, focusing on the road again when the light turns green.

—

You set down the last bag with a huff, turning around to see the cat sitting in the doorway to the kitchen, staring at you intently. “You can go explore if you’d like, I just need to put away my groceries.” The cat's short tail does a small flick before turning around and making his way to the living room. You smile, reaching down and grabbing some of the groceries from the closest bag to you.

When you finish, you grab a few chunks off of the chicken you got, putting them on a plate. You take the bags and hang them up by the door before making your way to the living room. “Kitty?” Where’d you go buddy?” You call out, scanning over the living room before crouching down and looking under the couch. You find no sign of your new furry friend so you get up, scanning over the living room again before turning and heading down the hallway.

“Kitty?” You call out, poking your head into the guest bedroom and bathroom, finding no sign of him. You make your way to the end of the hall, pushing open the last door, scanning the bedroom before walking in. “Kitty?” You call out, huffing when you get no response.

‘Maybe he’s upstairs.’ You think.

You leave the bedroom, closing it behind you before making your way upstairs. “Kitty Kitty.” You call out, hearing a soft meow from your room at the end of the hall. You smile, making your way to the door and pushing it open, seeing your new furry friend sprawled out on your bed. “I see you got comfy.” You say with a giggle, making your way to the bed to sit beside him.

He gets up, rubbing his head against your arm as his soft purrs start echoing in your room. Your smile widens, reaching down to scratch between his ears. “Are you hungry, buddy?” You ask, setting down the plate of chicken in front of him. He looks at you once before focusing back on the chicken, eating it a bit slower than he had earlier.

You yawn, falling back onto your bed with a sigh, letting your eyes slide shut for a moment. “God I’m tired, Kitty. What do you say we go to bed, hmm?” You ask, turning to face said cat.

He rubs against your arm, and you take it as his way of giving you a yes. “Okay, I just gotta get ready, alright?” The cat gives you something weirdly akin to a nod, yet you brush it off, getting up and walking to your bathroom.

When you return, the cat is lying partially on a pillow and partially on the bed making you giggle at the sight, making your way to the unoccupied side of the bed. As soon as the cat feels your weight dip the bed, he lifts his head up, staring at you. You smile, scratching his head before plugging in and setting your phone on the nightstand and getting comfortable.

Once you find a comfortable position, you let your eyes glide shut with a content sigh, snuggling into your pillow. You hear purring before you feel a head bump into your arm bringing a small, tired smile to your face.

“Come on, Kitty.” You say, lifting up your arm so he can cuddle into your body. He does so almost immediately, circling into a ball by your chest as louder purrs echo on the walls of your bedroom. You’ve never heard a cat with such loud, and powerful, purrs before.

You brush the thought down, too tired to focus on anything else besides sleep at the moment. It doesn’t take long before your new furry friends purrs lull you into sleep.

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A/n: Y/n was a bit dumb with the whole cat ordeal but Y’know, I wanted her to think of him as a cat for now, even if it is pretty obvious he’s a wild cat

Safe and Sound |Chapter Six|

Pairing: Hybrid!ot7 x F!Reader

Chapter warnings: Not proofread

Summary: You have worked at a hybrid rehab and adoption center for years, enjoying being able to help people others only see as their animal side. You thought you might end up taking in one or two, what you didn’t expect however, was to take in 7.

Genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut, non-idol au, hybrid au, strangers to friends to lovers au,

Word count: 4.3k (damn I’m proud)

Member’s hybrid types: Namjoon: Bear, Yoongi: Bobcat, Hoseok: Ferret, Jin: Wolf, Jimin: Red panda, Jungkook: Bunny, Taehyung: Marble fox

A/n: I’m sorry for any weird parts or typos, I just wanted to get this chapter out. I’ll proofread it soon, I promise. New memberssssss 🤫 yayyyy

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When you wake up the next morning, the cat is still nestled close to you, his head tucked under your chin as one of his paws rests on top of your arm. You smile, scratching his head with your free hand.

The sound the cat makes borders between a meow and a purr (Y’know how cats do that? Or is it just mine?) as he stretches the leg that was previously resting on your arm. “I need a name for you, buddy.” You mumble, running your hand from his hand down his back. The cat picks up his head and looks at you through tired, lidded eyes before laying his head back down, this time on your arm.

You smile, scratching behind his ears before reaching for your phone. The cat huffs at the loss of your hand, rubbing his head along your arm. You giggle, scratching his head making him purr. You pat his head softly before slowly removing your arm from him and taking the blanket off of you, standing up.

The cat huffs again, turning to look at you with a glare. “Sorry, buddy. I’m hungry.” You say with a pout. The cat huffs again before curling into a circle. You give him one last pat before making your way out of your room and downstairs to the kitchen.

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As you sit on the kitchen counter, scrolling your phone and eating your cereal you see something out of the corner of your eye.

You lift your head from your phone to see the cat waltzing into the kitchen and jumping on the counter beside you, rubbing his head on your arm. You smile, setting your phone down next to him, your other hand holding your bowl of cereal. “Are you hungry?” You ask the cat. He looks up at you before blinking slowly and you take that as your yes.

You hop off the counter, setting your now empty bowl on the counter before getting a plate out of the cabinet. You walk to the fridge and get some chicken out, putting it on the plate before putting it in the microwave.

You take the chicken out when the microwave goes off, double checking to make sure it isn’t too hot before you put the plate in front of the cat. He looks at you and blinks before eating the chicken. You frown as you watch him eat.

‘What should you name him?’ You think.

The cat seems to feel your eyes on him as he looks up at you, licking his chops as he stares at you. The cat cocks his head ever so slightly to the side as he stares at you. You give him a smile, “Just thinking of a name for you, buddy.” You say, as if he could tell you’re upset.

The cat stares at you for another second before he goes back to eating. You reach out and give his head a pat before grabbing your bowl and putting it into the sink then making your way to the living room.

You’re in the living room for hardly a minute when the cat comes prancing in, looking around a few times before he spots you and hops up onto the couch beside you. He crawls into your lap immediately, laying his head on your thigh as his chest starts rumbling with purrs. You smile, reaching down to stroke his fur.

“I need to get you a bath, sweet thing.” The cat's head shoots up at your words, watching you with wide eyes making you laugh. “I don’t know how to take that.” You say with a smile. The cat huffs as his ears pull back before he lays his head back on your thigh, his purrs no longer rumbling in his chest.

You giggle, scratching behind his ears, “I take it you don’t like baths?” You say with a small smile, continuing to stroke his fur. The cat does something eerily akin to a head shake, along with his signature huff. You frown as you scratch behind his ears, earning purrs from the cat in return.

‘What if he’s a hybrid?’

You scoff lightly at the thought. It could be a possibility though, plus his actions are weirdly akin to human actions. You frown slightly as you mull over every action the cat has done in the past few hours since you’d found him.

The cat butts against your arm, and it’s then you realize you’d stopped petting him. You give the cat a small, apologetic smile before you continue to stroke his fur. As you watch some random show that was playing on the tv, you can’t help but wonder if the cat is really a hybrid. It wouldn’t bother you if he was, really, it'd be like having a roommate.

You brush it off for now, relaxing further into the couch as you focus on the tv.

—

You’re unsure how much time has passed, but you know it’s been enough time since you’ve last eaten for you to gather up an appetite again. You look down at the cat in your lap to see him dead asleep, asleep to the point of twitching bringing a smile to your face.

You ease your hands under his body slowly, gently lifting him up and setting him on the couch beside you. You groan as you stretch out your limbs, enjoying the satisfyingly small pops that echo in the room. You get up, making your way to your kitchen.

You open the pantry, scanning its contents and finding nothing to sooth your craving making you move onto the fridge. You pout when nothing catches your eye, closing the fridge and leaning against the counter, mentally listing what food items you may be craving.

You decide on going out and getting Chipotle, heading back to the living room for your keys and shoes. You peek back at the cat to see him still passed out, smiling softly at the sight before opening the door and walking out of your house.

—

When you’re on your way back home, you stop at the pet store you had seen on your way over, figuring you might as well get a few things for your new furry friend. When you walk into the store, you make your way to the cat section.

You look closely at the food brands, making sure you won’t be putting anything bad into the cats system.

You eventually decide on just getting a few cans of tuna and chicken, setting them into the basket hanging off of your arm. You wander further down the aisle, doing one last scan over everything to make sure there’s nothing else you’d need before making your way to the next one over.

The first thing you see are cat toys and catnip, looking over the wide variety of the different toys on display. You grab a bottle of catnip, a small one for now, and a few small toys that will hopefully entertain the cat. The rest of the aisle is mostly cat beds, a few cat towers on the end, none of them very eye-catching, however.

The next aisle holds the rest of the cat towers, and you look over them to see if any would be fun enough for the kitty at home. One catches your eye, it seems decently tall, with a few boxes that the cat would be able to hide in, two perches and a scratching post built into one of the two ramps. You pull the box off the shelf, huffing at the weight.

“Would you like help with that, Miss?” You look up at the voice, seeing a man looking at you with a small smile. You smile gratefully at him, “Yes, please.” The man nods before advancing, lifting up the box like it’s nothing.

“If you’re ready to check out, I can help you out with that, if not I can set this at the front for now.” You nod, “I’m ready to go, yea.” The man nods before leading you to where the checkouts are.

—

You sigh in relief when you set the cat tree down by the door, locking it behind you before pushing the cat tree further into the living room. You look up when you hear claws practically rushing your way, seeing the cat tearing down the stairs and straight toward you.

“Well hi, Kitty.” You say with a smile, bending over to pet him when he got close enough. The cat looks up at you before standing up on his hind legs, resting his front paws on your thighs as loud purrs begin to rumble through his body.

Your smile widens before you sit on the floor fully, scratching behind the cat's ears as he crawls into your lap. “I got you some things.” You say, gesturing to the bag and the cat tower. The cat looks at both items before back up at you, his paws kneading into your legs.

You give him one last pet before gently patting his middle, “I’m hungry, buddy, let’s go eat.” The cat huffs before rubbing against your arm, slumping against you more. “We can cuddle after we eat, buddy, I promise.” The cat huffs again, lifting his head up and staring at you for a moment before getting off of you.

You groan as you stand up, grabbing your bag of food and the bag of things you got from the pet store before making your way to the kitchen. You put the bags on the counter, rifling through the pet store bag and pulling out two cans. You look down at the cat rubbing against your shins before back up at the cans, deciding to go with the hopefully better option, tuna.

You open the can, grabbing a plate and emptying the cans contents on the plate. You grab the plate, looking down as you step back, making sure you don’t either accidentally step on him, or kick him. The cat looks up at you when you step away, following after you as you move to the living room.

You set the plate on the floor beside the couch, heading back to the kitchen to grab your food, taking it back to the living room with you. The cat isn’t anywhere in the living room, confusing you.

You set down your food on the coffee table, turning around, about to go looking for the cat when a meow by your feet stops you. You look down, seeing the cat looking up at you before rubbing against your legs when he grabs your attention.

“Eat buddy, you haven’t eaten for a few hours.” You say, sitting down on the couch before reaching over and gently scratching his head. The cat looks from you to the tuna before back at you, jumping onto the couch and trying to sit on your lap.

You gently push him away, bending over to grab the tuna, setting it on the couch with you. “If you eat we can cuddle, okay?” You mentally laugh at yourself for talking to a cat. The cat huffs before turning to the tuna, as do you turn to your food, taking it out of the bag and opening it.

You’re only about halfway through your food, your attention stuck on a show playing on the tv when you feel something soft against your arm. You turn your head to see the cat staring at you expectantly, bring a small smile to your face as you lift your arm up, giving him access to your lap.

The cat immediately climbs into your lap, laying down and getting comfortable before loud purrs are spilling out of his chest freely. Your smile widens, reaching down to gently stroke his fur with one hand while the other sets your food on the coffee table. The cat turns onto his side, then to his back, stretching out his limbs, staying in the stretching position.

You giggle, gently scratching his stomach, earning, if possible, louder purrs from the cat. You turn your attention back to the tv, relaxing into the couch with a content sigh. You groan when you hear your phone ringing, looking down at your phone beside you. You bite back another groan at the caller ID. Your boss.

You pick up your phone, answering the call before bringing your phone to your ear, “Hello?” You mumble into the phone. Your eyes widen as you start moving the cat off of you, “Yes, yes I’ll be there soon.” The cat huffs as he’s set onto the couch beside you, watching you intently as you stand up before practically rushing upstairs.

When you get back downstairs, this time changed from your pj’s to actual clothes, the cat is off the couch and walking toward you. “I’ll be back buddy, I promise. I just gotta go into work for a little, okay?” The cat stares at you before walking the last few steps between the two of you, rubbing against your shins making you smile.

You reach down to give the cat's head a few soft pats before making your way to your front door, grabbing your keys, then exiting the house.

—

By the time you make it to the facility, Mr. Dubose is outside, rushing to you as you get out of your car. “Thank you so much for coming in, Y/n. These two hybrids showed up a few hours ago but no one has been able to get them to calm down, one looks to be injured, and the other won’t let anyone near the two of them.” You nod at the information, following Mr. Dubose inside and to the room the hybrids are in.

“We managed to get them inside, but they wouldn’t go in without a fight.” You nod, taking a deep breath before pushing the door open. The faint metallic scent of blood is the first thing you notice, the next are the two hybrids huddled in one of the corners, one covering the other with his body. The latter turns to look at you as soon as you enter, squeezing the hybrid further behind him as you fully step into the room.

You crouch down before sitting back on your heels, gently closing the door behind you, your focus solely on the hybrids. “Hi..my name’s Y/n..we just wa-” You’re interrupted by the hybrid launching himself at you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and burying his face in your neck. You freeze, hands hovering just above the hybrid's body as he sobs into your neck. You turn to look at the hybrid that was previously covered only to see him watching you intently, his eyes glossy as he tries to crawl forward.

“W-we thought we’d n-never fi-find you again..” The hybrid plastered against you whispers, circling his arms tighter around you. “I…I’m sorry what?” You ask, your attention focused on the hybrid crawling toward you. “Don’t-dont you remember u-us?” The hybrid crawling towards you asks, finally beside your body.

“I’m sorry..I can’t say I do.” You say with a frown, trying to figure out where you might’ve seen the two hybrids before. “Y-Your dad a-adopted us wh-when we were ki-kids?” Your eyes widen as you immediately wrap an arm around Hoseok, wrapping the other around Jungkook and pulling him close. “Oh my god..I thought I’d never find you guys again oh my god.” You whisper, tears clouding your vision as you pinch your eyes shut, leaning your head onto Hoseoks.

Jungkook plasters himself against you as best as he can, sticking his head into your neck. “God I missed you both so fucking much.” You whisper, pursing your lips to hold back a sob. “We missed you t-too.” Jungkook whispers, wrapping his arms around your middle over Hoseoks.

A knock at the door startles both of the hybrids in your arms, their bodies stiffening as Hoseok subconsciously begins slowly moving the three of you to the wall opposite of the door. “Come in.” You call out softly, squeezing the hybrids tighter to you. Mr. Dubose enters, surprise evident on his features when he sees you on the floor cuddling the hybrids who had refused to even get near anyone. “I see you’ve calmed them down.” Mr. Dubose says with a small smile, only peeking his head in.

“They’re childhood friends of mine.” You say, lifting your head up to look at Mr. Dubose. He nods, eyes flitting between the three of you. “Can you look them over? Make sure they don’t have any injuries or that they at least aren’t bad?” You nod, knowing neither of them will probably want someone near them at the moment with how they were acting earlier.

Mr. Dubose gives you a short nod before his head disappears and the door closes behind him. Hoseok and Jungkook visibly relax, now practically limp in your arms. You give the two one last squeeze before trying to pull them back from your body. Hoseok fights you with a whine, pushing closer while Jungkook sits back on his heels, watching you with tear stained cheeks making you frown.

You reach a hand out, wiping the wet streaks from Jungkook’s face as Hoseok gives you one last squeeze before parting from you, his own cheeks tear stained just like yours and Jungkook’s. “Are any of you injured?” You ask, gently taking Hoseok's face in your hand as you look him over, roaming your gaze over his body, looking for any blood stains or tears in his clothing. Just as you finish your quick scan, Hoseok shakes his head, turning to look at Jungkook, “Kook is though..” He says quietly.

You immediately pull Jungkook closer to you, quickly overlooking his body, seeing small nicks and scratches littered across what you can see of his arms and legs. You start to feel over his body, freezing when he lets out a whimper as you touch his elbow. You look up at his face to see it scrunched in displeasure, cradling his arm close to his chest. You frown, gently pushing up the sleeve of his shirt, looking at his elbow.

You frown at the slightly swollen limb, the area a shade of pink. “What…what happened to you guys?” You ask, almost afraid of the answer as you shift your gaze between the two hybrids. “We uh..we ran away from our o-old home..I got caught in a rose bush..” You frown at Jungkook's words. “And your arm?” You ask, watching Jungkook’s face closely. “He uhm..I wasn’t be-behaving..” your frown deepens as you gently pull Jungkook into your side, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“I’m so sorry..” You whisper, gently rocking you and Jungkook back and forth. Jungkook shakes his head against your shoulder, “Was worth it..we found you again.” You sigh, reaching up to tangle your finger in Jungkook’s hair earning a small shudder from him as he goes lax in your hold. You reach down to your belt, picking up your walkie and radioing Mr. Dubose, asking for medical assistance.

You see Hoseok stiffen out of the corner of your eye, giving him a reassuring smile as you put your walkie back down. “Don’t worry. Everyone here is extremely nice and just want to help you guys.” You say, reaching out to gently grasp Hoseok's hand in yours, giving it a small squeeze. Hoseok nods, pulling your hand into his lap and playing with your fingers.

Jungkook whines, nuzzling against your neck making you laugh, continuing to run your fingers through his hair. “Are you gonna take us home?” Hoseok asks, slotting his fingers between your own, looking up at you with nothing but hope in his eyes. “I’m gonna make damn sure I do.” You say, earning a smile from Hoseok and a small laugh from Jungkook. “I’m not sure if I’ll be able to take you with me today, though.” You say with a frown, “Dr. Martin will probably want to keep tabs on Kookie for a bit before he leaves.” Hoseok frowns, eyes flitting between you and Jungkook.

“I know you won’t want to leave him. I don’t either. I can see if I can stay a few nights here with you g—shit! I can't.” You groan, laying your head on Jungkook’s with a pout. “What if…what if we stayed at your house and he checked up on us there?” You look at Hoseok, seeing a matching pout playing on his lips as he stares at you. “Maybe…I’m sure I could figure something out.” You say, jumping slightly when the doors open.

You feel Jungkook stiffen in your arms, and see Hoseok stiffen as he drags you and Jungkook close to him. “Y/n? You said you needed medical assistance?” Dr. Martin says, gaze shifting between you and the two hybrids. “Yeah, Jungkook has something going on with his arm, I’m not sure if he broke it or not.” You say, attempting to pull said hybrid from your body. He fights you with a small whine, keeping his body smushed against yours. “I take it you’re close..?” Dr. Martin asks, unsure. You nod, giving him an apologetic smile, “Yeah, my dad adopted these two when I was young.” Dr. Martin nods, sitting down a few steps away from you.

“Can I take a look at your arm, Jungkook?” Dr. Martin asks, gaze shifting between Hoseok and Jungkook. You manage to get Jungkook’s injured arm away from your body, yet his body seems as if it’s super glued to you. “I can work with this, Y/n. Don’t worry.” Dr. Martin gives you a small smile before inching forward.

Hoseok inches back, hand still tightly grasped onto yours, taking you with him for a moment. You turn to Hoseok, giving him another reassuring smile as you squeeze his hand gently. He freezes, eyes locking with yours before he sighs, bending forward until his head rests on your thigh, his unoccupied hand coming up to wrap around your leg. You feel a small jolt from Jungkook, accompanied by a small whimper making you turn your head to Dr. Martin. “Sorry.” He apologizes, giving both you and Jungkook (the side of his head) an apologetic smile.

You jump when Jungkook lets out a small yelp, jumping in your arms. You fight the urge to send Dr. Martin a glare, instead giving him a sideways glance as he sighs. “I can’t really tell, but I think it’s broken.” You frown at his words, pressing your cheek against Jungkook’s hair, running your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. “We’re gonna have to get him an x-ray, but, thankfully we have a machine here.” You nod, gently rocking Jungkook as Dr. Martin backs away and gets up.

“Bun? You’re gonna have to move. We gotta follow Dr. Martin to get your x-ray. We need to know if your arm is broken or not.” Jungkook whines, shaking his head against your neck. “I know, I’m sorry Kook. But I’ll be here, okay?” You look up at Dr. Martin for confirmation, receiving a nod in response. Jungkook still takes a minute, taking a few deep breaths before finally parting from you, his eyes glossy and nose red sending a pang to your heart.

You stand up before helping Jungkook and Hoseok up, offering your hand to Jungkook. He takes it immediately, pulling himself as close to your body as he can. You look up at Dr. Martin, giving him a small nod to which he reciprocates before opening the door and walking out, you, Jungkook and Hoseok following close behind.

“Y/n! You’re back!” You pause, looking behind you to see Jimin coming toward you, Taehyung behind him, a wide smile on the former’s face. “Hi, Jimin. How are you and Taehyung doing?” Jimin and Taehyung finally catch up, walking beside Jungkook. You don’t miss how Jimin gives an unsure glance at the two hybrids beside you, “Ah, we’re good. I’ve missed you.” You smile, “it’s only been a day.” Jimin shrugs.

“Alright, I’m gonna have to take Jungkook in alone.” Dr. Martin says, stopping at a door. You feel Jungkook freeze, his body clinging further to you. “Do I..do I have to go in alone?” You frown at Jungkook’s voice, letting go of Hoseok's hand to place yours on Jungkook’s cheek, gently tilting his head up from your shoulder. “You’ll be okay, yeah? We’ll be right out here.” Jungkook nods, albeit still hesitant as he slowly lets go of you, walking into the room with Dr. Martin.

You let your eyes linger on the door before turning to the three hybrids. “Jimin, Taehyung, this is Hoseok, Hobi this is Taehyung and Jimin.” Jimin looks at Hoseok, giving him a smile, Taehyung doing the same. “This is one of my two best friends I told you about.” Confusion crosses Jimin’s face for a moment before his eyes widen, Taehyung still looking confusedly between you, Jimin and Hoseok. “Ah, sorry, I never told you, my dad adopted two hybrids for me when I was young, Hoseok being one of them,” You say, gesturing to Hoseok. “They were taken by hc when I was young.” Taehyung lets out a small ‘ah’ as he nods.

“Who exactly…are Jimin and Taehyung to you?” Hoseok asks hesitantly, gaze flickering between you, Taehyung and Jimin. “They’re one of the main hybrids I care for.” You say with a smile. You jump when the door behind you swings open, whipping around to see Jungkook rushing out of the room and straight to you. “Kook wha-” You wrap your arms around him as soon as he crashes into you. You freeze when a sob escapes his lips. “I-I hated it in-in there.”

You feel another pair of arms wrap around yours and Jungkook’s body, looking up to see Hoseok looking at Jungkook worriedly. You look up to see Dr. Martin coming out of the room, a small frown playing on his lips as he sees the shaking hybrid in your arms. “He got a little spooked by the x-ray machine..” Dr. Martin says with a sigh. “His arm doesn’t look broken, it seems like it might just be a mild sprain.” You let out a relieved sigh. Maybe they’ll be able to stay at your house after all..

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A/n: again very sorry about any typos or parts that don’t make sense, I’ll try and proofread soon!

Safe and sound |Chapter Seven|

Pairing: Hybrid!ot7 x f!reader

Chapter warnings: kinda angsty, Joon doesn’t have the pest past..

Summary: You have worked at a hybrid rehab and adoption center for years, enjoying being able to help people others only see as their animal side. You thought you might end up taking in one or two, what you didn’t expect however, was to take in 7.

Genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut, non-idol au, hybrid au, strangers to friends to lovers au

Word count: 3.3k

Member’s hybrid types: Namjoon: Bear, Yoongi: Bobcat, Hoseok: Ferret, Jin: Wolf, Jimin: Red panda, Jungkook: Bunny, Taehyung: Marble fox

A/n: I finally figured out what I wanted to do with this chapter 🥳 sorry it took me so long, but it’s out now! Joonie’s here!!

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“He’ll have to keep this on for at least 3 weeks if not longer. I’ll do a check on how his arm is doing at the three week mark, and if it’s necessary we’ll keep it on longer..” You nod, rubbing Jungkook’s shoulder. “Is there anything else?” Dr. Martin asks, looking at you. “Yes, actually. I was hoping they’d be able to stay with me? I’d bring Jungkook back for appointments.” You ask, watching Dr. Martin hopefully. He smiles, giving you a small nod. “I can see the three of you are close, I wouldn’t want to get in the middle of that.” You smile widely, taking Jungkook’s hand in yours.

“I’ll let you know whenever I need him in.” You nod, bidding goodbye to Dr. Martin. As soon as the door is closed behind him, Jungkook is hugging you as tight as he can with his free arm, the other clad in a brace. “I’m so excited!” He mumbles against your shoulder, his smile noticeable in his voice. Hoseok wraps his arms around you and Jungkook, his tail wagging a mile a minute (yes ferrets can wag their tails, and it’s absolutely fucking adorable you should search it up). “You guys ready to go? We can stop and get you both some clothes on the way.” You feel Jungkook nod against your shoulder before removing himself from you, a wide smile still pulling on his lips.

Hoseok nods as well, reaching down to grasp your free hand in his, Jungkook already holding your other one. You smile at them before looking from Hoseok to the closed door. “Oh yeah, right.” He mumbles, opening the door with his free hand, leading you and Jungkook out after him. You take the lead when you get into the hallway, guiding them down the hall, to the lobby, to the parking lot, and to your car. The two start bickering on who’s going to sit in the front with you, making you shake your head. “How about the two of you just sit in the back?” You say, earning loud whines from the both of them as they stare at you.

You giggle, shaking your head before opening the back door and looking at the two of them. They both pout, Hoseok climbing into the backseat before Jungkook does. “We can cuddle when we get home, okay?” You say when you climb into the front seat, looking at the boys through the rearview mirror. They both nod, albeit reluctantly as they stare out the windows.

—

By the time you get home, the two hybrids have already done enough complaining to last you a lifetime, the two grabbing your hands as soon as you’re out of the car. You giggle, attempting to wiggle your hands free. Neither like it. Loud whines and complaints spilling from their lips as they tighten their hold, keeping your hands interlocked. “I need to unlock the door! And if one of you still gets to hold my hand then the other will complain, you little babies.” You mock, earning pouts from the two. “We’re not babies!” Jungkook whines, leaning his head on your shoulder. “If anything you're the most baby-ish baby out of the two of you, Kook.” You say.

Jungkook whines, removing his hand from yours to deliver a small punch on your shoulder. You laugh, quickly taking out your key before Jungkook can grab it again. “Hey!” He whines, mouth gaping as he follows you and Hoseok up the small steps leading to the apartment door. You shrug, “You let go. That ones on you, Kook.” You say, leading them up the two flights of stars and to your apartment, unlocking the door. You walk in, placing your key in the small dish beside your front door.

A meow catches your attention as you look up to see your furry friend waltzing down the hall toward you, Jungkook and Hoseok. He skids to a stop, his ears turning back as he eyes Hoseok and Jungkook. “Oh yeah! This is my cat! I found him in an alley yesterday.” You say, letting go of Hoseok's hand, much to the hybrid's disappointment, to pet the cat. “Uh Y/n? He-” Hoseok cuts off Jungkook. “Is very cute! We can’t wait to spend time with him!” Jungkook gives Hoseok a confused look, until the hybrid elbows him in the side.

“Ooooookay?” You say, brows furrowed as you stand up. “Well welcome home!” You say, taking off your shoes and hanging your purse up, making your way to the kitchen. “What do you two want for dinner? If you don’t want anything we can run out and get something.” You say, taking out a can of tuna for your kitty friend. You put it onto a plate before grabbing it and taking it with you to the living room.

“Kitty kitty.” You call out, setting the plate by the couch. You stand to your full height, jumping slightly when you feel an arm slide around your waist. “Do you not have a name for your cat?” Jungkook snorts, laying his head on your shoulder. “Hey! To my defense he literally just got here last night.” You mumble, laying your hands over Jungkook’s. Jungkook smiles, hugging you tighter as he starts to sway the two of you.

“Okay, dinner.” You say, patting Jungkook's hand before pulling it from you. He pouts, making you smile, ruffling his hair before walking back to the kitchen, Jungkook and Hoseok on your heels. You sit on the counter, pulling out your phone, confusing Jungkook and Hoseok. “Y/n?” Jungkook asks. You look up, fighting the urge to coo at the bunny hybrid. His head is slightly tilted to the side, one of his ears flopping to the side with his head.

You hum, gaze shifting between the two. “Dinner?” Hoseok asks, an eyebrow raised as he stares at you. You nod, gesturing around the kitchen, “Take a look through the fridge and pantry, see if there’s anything you feel like. If not, we can go out and grab something.” You say, smiling at their expressions. Hoseok nods, dragging Jungkook to the fridge to look through it.

—

The boys had decided on jajangmyeon, asking you with their best puppy eyes (not like they need it, you’d give in anyway) and smiling victoriously when you said yes. They waited in the kitchen while you cooked, at least for most of the time. Until you kicked them out for being annoying. The two left the kitchen and headed toward the living room with the biggest pouts on their faces they could muster.

“Dinner is a served.” You say, acting like a waiter from a fancy restaurant as you set the two dishes down on the coffee table. You take yours with you to sit on the couch beside the boys, digging in as soon as you sit down. The two practically scarf down the food, as if it’d been days if not longer since they’ve had a real meal. You watch with furrowed brows, setting your food on the coffee table catching their attention.

“How long has it been since the two of you ate?” You ask. Hoseok shrugs, “A while. A while for a decent meal at least. We’ve been on the streets for a while, getting by on just scraps.” He mumbles, avoiding your gaze. “How long have you been on the streets?” You ask, reaching out and pulling Hoseok into your embrace, the ferret hybrid being the one closest to you. He shrugs against you, snuggling into you, “A few months maybe? I’m not sure. I mean it’s only been a few days since we escaped our owners home. We ran away a few months ago but he found us again.” Hoseok mumbles, giving you one last squeeze before letting you go, returning to his meal.

You look at Jungkook over Hoseok's shoulder, the bunny hybrid seeming to have not heard the conversation, continuing to scarf down the food. You sigh, pushing your food toward the two hybrids. Hoseok looks up at you with furrowed brows, his mouth too full to say anything. You smile, “I’m not that hungry anymore.” You say. Hoseok stares at you for a moment longer before giving you a hesitant nod, grabbing your half empty dish and distributing it between him and Jungkook.

—

When everyone has finished eating, you put the dishes in the sink, deciding to worry about washing them later. The boys asked (begged) to cuddle, so you proposed you’d watch a movie as well as cuddle. The two agreed immediately, and as soon as you sat back down on the couch, they pounced on you. Jungkook pushed you to lay down, resting all of his weight on your body making you groan. Hoseok occupied your right side, laying a leg over yours and Jungkook’s and nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck.

You frown at the extra weight of the cat climbing on top of you, laying down with a small huff and curling into a ball. You groan, “You guys are suffocating meee.” You complain, pushing at Jungkook and Hoseok. “We said we’d watch a movie but how do I get a movie up when I can’t even reach the remote.” You say, attempting to push the boys off with no success. Hoseok leans away for a moment before he’s giving you the remote, laying back down on you as soon as you take it.

You groan, but comply, turning on the tv and searching for a movie.

—

Halfway through the movie your arm fell asleep. You would try and wiggle it every now and then only to receive a complaint from Jungkook, “Y/n you’re moving too much.” “Y/n stooop.” “Y/nnnnn I can’t focus on the movieeee.” “Just hold still.” “How come Hoseok doesn’t have to move and I do?” Safe to say your arm had to suffer for the rest of the movie.

When the movie ended, you’d practically pushed Jungkook off of you, wincing at the static that immediately shot through your arm. He pouts at you, glaring at you as he sits on the couch. Hoseok sits up, ruffling Jungkook’s hair before getting up from the couch, offering you his hand which you take gratefully.

“Sorry, Kook, but my arm is killing me.” You say with a groan, shaking out your arm. “Meanie.” Jungkook mumbles, still staring (glaring) at you. “How am I a meanie?” You ask, pouting at Jungkook. “You just are.” He says, making you laugh, ruffling Jungkook’s hair, making him whine, batting away your hand. “Shit! I forgot to take you guys to the store.” You mumble with a frown. “We can go another day, it’s fine.” Hoseok says, hugging you from behind and laying his head on your shoulder.

You pout, leaning back against Hoseok. “But I said I would-” You groan when your phone starts ringing, looking down at the table to see Mr. Dubose calling. “Hold on.” You mumble, stepping away from Hoseok and grabbing your phone.

“Hello?” You say, holding your phone against your ear as you walk into the kitchen. “Y/n? Could you please come down? We have a hybrid here and could really use your help.” You frown, “Yeah, of course, I’ll head over right now.” You say, heading out of the kitchen and straight toward the door, slipping on your shoes.

“Y/n? Where’re you going?” Jungkook asks, walking over to you. “Sorry, Koo but I have to go to work.” You say, grabbing your keys before turning to Jungkook who frowns. “I’ll be back, okay? I won’t be long.” You say with an apologetic smile, ruffling Jungkook's hair. He nods but his frown doesn’t leave his face as he looks down. You sigh, breaching the few steps between you to pull Jungkook into your arms. He goes lax in your hold, wrapping his good arm around your waist and laying his head on your shoulder.

“Don’t wan’ you to go.” He mumbles, rubbing his cheek along your shoulder, scenting you lightly. “I’m sorry, Koo, but I gotta. I’ll be back before you know it, bun.” You say, laying your head on Jungkook’s. “Gotta what?” Hoseok asks, walking up to the two of you. “Go to work. I got called in.” You say, patting Jungkook's back lightly before pulling him off of you, making him whine, chasing after you. Hoseok pouts, walking up to you and pulling both you and Jungkook into a hug making you groan, pushing at both of the hybrids.

“Guys I need to go to work.” You whine, slumping against them when your pushing does nothing. “Nuh.” Jungkook says, shaking his head against your neck. “Please? I don’t wanna get fired.” You say with a pout. Hoseok sighs, pulling himself away from you, albeit reluctantly, before moving to remove Jungkook from you. Jungkook whines, pressing himself closer to you. “Kook-ah. Let Y/n go. We can cuddle her later.” Hoseok says, pulling (prying) Jungkook off of you.

The latter whines, slumping against Hoseok as he watches you with a pout, his injured arm rendering him powerless against Hoseok. “I’ll be back before you know it, bun.” You mumble, giving the two of them a small wave as you leave.

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“Thank you for coming in..again.” Mr. Dubose says sheepishly, leading you down the halls. “It’s no trouble.” You say, struggling to keep up with Mr. Dubose’s hurried steps. “He looks bad, Y/n. He just showed up. I think someone dumped him. He’s all beaten, and has wounds that never seem to stop bleeding.” You feel your stomach lurch, pursing your lips as you stop in front of a door. “It’s not good, Y/n. I’m just warning you now.” Mr. Dubose mumbles before he pushes the door open.

You peek your head in and wince at the strong scent of blood that wafts over you, gaze immediately finding the hybrid’s in the corner. He snarls at you weakly, backing up further against the wall. Your eyebrows furrow in concern at his state, a black eye accompanying his right eye, while his left eye looks swollen, he has a large gash across about a third of his abdomen and a large bruise on his jaw, multiple small bruises and cuts littering his legs and arms.

And that’s all you can see.

You’re not sure what’s hiding under his clothes, and quite frankly, you don’t think you wanna know.

“What happened to you?” You whisper out, slowly inching into the room and shutting the door behind you. He snarls again, breathing harsh and posture rigid as he stares at you. You sigh, sitting on the floor as you watch the man, propping your elbow on your thigh and laying your head in your hand. “If you tell me what happened, we’ll be able to help you better.” You say softly, eyes zeroing in on the man’s face.

He shakes his head weakly, “I don’t need your help.” He snarls, wincing at the hoarseness of his voice. You sigh again, drumming your fingers against your chin. “Would it help to know I have two hybrids of my own?” You ask. The man’s eyes narrow at you. “I’ll take that as a no then.” You say with a small nod. “Can I at least take a look at your abdomen? That gash doesn’t look good.” You mumble, glancing down at said gash.

The man grumbles incoherent words, curling in on himself. You sigh, slumping back against the wall behind you. You grunt as you pull yourself up, opening the door and peeking your head out. “Y/n? Did you get a look at him?” Mr. Dubose asks, rushing over to you. “Not quite.” You mumble, stepping out of the room and closing the door behind you. “He’s very closed off.” You mumble, frowning as you stare at Mr. Dubose.

He sighs, running a hand over his face, “Well fuck.” He mumbles. “I can try again, there’s just no guarantee. I’m worried about what may be hidden. From what I can see, he isn’t in good shape.” You mumble, glancing behind you at the closed door. “That’s what I’m worried about too. I’m not sure if his abdominal wound is infected or not, it looks bad, his eyes should be pretty easy to treat but I’m not sure about anything else if there is more.” You nod, leaning against the door.

A crash from inside catches your attention, immediately opening (flinging) the door to see the man hunched over a fallen tray, breathing heavily. “Are you okay?” You mumble, slowly stepping in with Mr. Dubose behind you. The man whimpers, a dry, scratchy sound as he clutches his abdomen. “What happened?” You ask, now standing about 5 feet from the man.

He looks up at you, eyes lidded and face contorted in pain. You glance at his abdomen, crouching down slowly and reaching out. You pause when he growls, looking up at his face with a pleading look, “It could be infected or get infected.” You mumble. The man grunts, “Don’t care.” He grumbles, pushing himself away from you, his eyes pinching shut as he purses his lips, pressing his hand tighter to his abdomen.

“Please. You’re in pain.” You say, sitting back on your heels as you watch the man. He shakes his head, sending you a weak glare as he does so. “See if you can get Dr. Martin in here.” You mumble, standing up and turning to Mr. Dubose. He nods, exiting the room. “I told you I don’t need your help.” The man sneers, his tone less threatening than he’d hoped it would have been. “But you do. Otherwise you may die.” You say, turning back to the man with your hands on your hips and a raised brow.

The man grumbles something under his breath as he turns away, curling in on himself against the wall. You sigh, “Look, it’s unorthodox, but if you don’t cooperate we’re required to give you a sedative that makes you all loopey and shit so we can help you.”

That catches his attention.

He whips around so fast, you fear he may have hurt his spine when he winces. You take a few steps toward the man, reaching your hands out with your brows furrowed in concern as he steadies himself. “Are you okay?” You check, meeting the man’s gaze. He nods reluctantly, looking away from your eyes.

You sit on the floor, closer to the man than you were before, facing him as you lay your elbows on your knees. “I’m Y/n.” You say, making the man raise a brow. “Just getting to know you a bit, you’re probably gonna be staying here for a while until you’re ready to get adopted.” You say with a shrug at the man’s gaze. He nods with pursed lips, looking down. “I know you probably don’t wanna be here right now, but we just want to help you. I want to help you.” You say, ducking your head a bit to try and catch his gaze.

The man nods, glancing up at you just as the door opens. His gaze immediately shifts to the door, gaze focusing on Dr. Martin as he enters. “You called?” He says, looking at you, then the man. His eyebrows draw together in concern, walking up to you and sitting beside you. “He’s got a really bad gash on his abdomen and I need help looking at it.” You mumble, eyes focused on the man’s face as you slowly inch closer, reaching out to his torn shirt.

He doesn’t make a move to stop you, only stares at you with an emotion you can’t quite place.

Maybe it’s a mix? A mix of..fear and..pain.

Your eyebrows furrow as you pause in your movements, eyes roaming over the man’s features. You blink rapidly before moving to move his shirt away from the gash, apologizing as he lets out a small hiss. Dr. Martin sucks in a breath at the sight in front of him, inching closer to get a better look. You don’t get hybrids in with wounds like these often, rarely, but not impossible. Whenever you do, it never fails to shock you to the very core what people can do to other people.

Just because they’re half animal.

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A/n: I hope this chapter was good, I kinda rushed to get it out, cuz like, life is getting busy sooooo..yEaH

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Safe and sound |Chapter Eight|

Pairing: Hybrid!ot7 x f!reader

Chapter warnings: angsty

Summary: You have worked at a hybrid rehab and adoption center for years, enjoying being able to help people others only see as their animal side. You thought you might end up taking in one or two, what you didn’t expect however, was to take in 7.

Genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut, non-idol au, hybrid au, strangers to friends to lovers au

Word count: 1.1k

Member’s hybrid types: Namjoon: Bear, Yoongi: Bobcat, Hoseok: Ferret, Jin: Wolf, Jimin: Red panda, Jungkook: Bunny, Taehyung: Marble fox

A/n: I would just like to say sorry for the ending in advance.

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“Is he doing okay?” You ask Dr. Martin when he steps out of the room. “Not really, Y/n.” He mumbles with a sigh, rubbing his eyes tiredly. It’s already been maybe 5 hours, considering the man would not go down without a fight, no matter how many times you assured him, and would only calm down a little when you reminded him of what you’re required to do. “He’s gonna have to go to an actual hospital, his gash is just—” Dr. Martin sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “If you wanna come along, you can, just don’t leave your boys home alone too long, yeah?” Dr. Martin asks, smiling at you tiredly. You nod, “Yeah of course. Will you text or call me and tell me what hospital he’s at? I’m gonna run home to them really quick.” You say, following Dr. Martin through the building and to the lobby. “Yeah. Now go home to your boys.” Dr. Martin says with a genuine smile, waving at you.

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“I’m home!” You call out, not bothering to take your shoes off as you walk further into your home. “You’re back!” Jungkook almost yells, crashing into you making you groan. “I take it you missed me?” You ask with a small laugh, wrapping your arms around him. Jungkook nods vigorously, wrapping his good arm around your waist and resting his head in your neck. “You’re back!” Hoseok says with a large smile, walking over to you and Jungkook, wrapping his arms around the two of you. “Yeah..” You say, removing an arm from Jungkook to wrap it around Hoseok, pulling him close.

“What do you guys want to eat?” You ask, combing your fingers through Jungkook’s hair. “I don’t mind.” Jungkook mumbles, dragging his cheek along your shoulder. “Hoseok?” You question, looking at him. “I’m good with whatever too, Y/n.” He says with a smile. You hum, patting Jungkook’s shoulder and Hoseok's back before trying to pull them off you. Jungkook huffs, pressing himself closer to you while Hoseok backs off slightly, pulling your hand with him and intertwining his with yours. “If you wanna eat you’re gonna have to let me go, bun.” You say with a small laugh, trying to pull him away again.

He whines but moves away anyway, a large pout on his lips as he stares at you. “Sorry.” You say with a smile, ruffling Jungkook’s hair making him whine. You move to the kitchen, pulling out the needed items before starting on dinner.

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“Y/n? Why aren’t you eating?” Hoseok asks, looking at you with furrowed brows. “I uh..I have to go back out.” You mumble, giving the boys an apologetic smile when they pout. “I’m sorry, this hybrid came in today and he just isn’t in good shape and he has to go to a hospital so I wanted to tag along to make sure he’d be okay.” You say, pursing your lips. “It’s okay.” Hoseok mumbles, his smile not quite reaching his eyes, “Work is work and you can’t avoid it.” He says, looking back to his food.

“When will you be back?” Jungkook asks, looking at you over Hoseok's shoulder with a large pout and—since when did he master puppy dog eyes?? “I’m not sure, bun. I won’t stay out too long, though. Promise.” You say, smiling at Jungkook, reaching over Hoseok to ruffle his hair. Jungkook nods, looking back to his food. “I’ll be back before you guys know it.” You mumble, standing up and making your way to the door. “Oh, and if you can, could you please feed the kitty?” You call over your shoulder, hearing a ‘yes’ from Hoseok in return.

And with that, you leave to head to the hospital.

—

“Hi, I’m looking for room 336?” You mumble to the desk clerk, checking your messages to make sure you have the correct room. “Oh the hybrid.” You look up at her with a raised brow at her words to see her roll her eyes. “Yeah, you just go down the hall on the left, take a right at the second hall and there should be an elevator. Take it to the third floor, obviously, since it’s 336, then go down the right hall and you’ll turn right down the hall that has the numbers 324-344.” She says, waving you off before going back to her phone.

“Bitch.” You mumble under your breath, sliding your phone into your pocket before making your way down the hall on the left.

—

“Y/n!” Dr. Martin calls with a wave, Mr. Dubose standing beside him. “Hey.” You say with a smile, waving at the two of them. “How is he?” You ask, your smile now gone as you nervously nibble on your bottom lip. “They’re gonna stitch him up and check for any infections.” Dr. Martin says, slumping back in his chair. “We’re still waiting for them to come back and actually help him.” Dr. Martin mumbles, massaging his temple.

You sigh, sitting down on the chair beside him. “If they still haven’t taken him back by the time I leave, please let me know when they do.” You say, hearing a small conformational hum from Dr. Martin. “How are the boys?” Mr. Dubose asks, looking at you with a smile. “They’re happy. I’m happy, too. I know it’s only their first day at my house but I’m really happy that they’re there.” You say with a smile. “That’s good.” Mr. Dubose says with a nod, turning back to his phone. You should really get the boys phones.

You slump back in your chair, your eyes sliding shut as you wait for a doctor to come and take the man. Your eyes fly open when you hear a crash coming from the room in front of you. The hybrid’s room. You look at Mr. Dubose and Dr. Martin, both of their eyebrows furrowed in concern as they stare at the door. You jump up, pushing the door open to see what had happened.

You see the man on the floor, shuffling through the scattered items on the floor frantically. “Stay away!” He yells, looking back at you. “Are you okay?” You ask, taking a cautious step closer. His posture is rigid and he’s breathing harshly, glancing between you and the items in front of him. He pulls out a scalpel suddenly, pointing it at you. “Stay away!” He yells out again, plastering himself against a nearby wall. “Please just..put it down.” You plead, sticking your hands out in front of you.

“Please put the scalpel down.” Dr. Martin says from beside you. The man lurches forward a bit making you and Dr. Martin back up a few steps. “Let me go!” He yells, shakily standing up, still pointing the scalpel in your direction. God where are the fucking doctors? “Please..put it down.” You plead again, taking a hesitant step forward. “Just back off!” The man yells, launching at you. You crash to the floor, a gasp leaving you before everything goes black.

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A/n: ahaha..yeah..sorry

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Safe and Sound |Chapter Nine|

Pairing: Hybrid!ot7 x f!reader

Chapter warnings: Jungkook has a bit of a breakdown and Y/n is there for him :(… looks like we found Yoongi’s secret..

Summary: You have worked at a hybrid rehab and adoption center for years, enjoying being able to help people others only see as their animal side. You thought you might end up taking in one or two, what you didn’t expect however, was to take in 7.

Genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut, non-idol au, hybrid au, strangers to friends to lovers au

Word count: 1.3k

Member’s hybrid types: Namjoon: Bear, Yoongi: Bobcat, Hoseok: Ferret, Jin: Wolf, Jimin: Red panda, Jungkook: Bunny, Taehyung: Marble fox

A/n: okay like, I know I’ve been posting a bunch, but like, I’m restless and my mind is flowing rn and the ideas won’t stop (I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, I’m happy abt it) sooo yeah..don’t be surprised if I post more soon, or if I don’t. Whichever happens, I’ll let you guys know if I do get another writers block or something tho

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You groan, shifting around on your bed. “Y/n!” A voice yells before you feel a body pounce on top of your own making you groan. You open your eyes, looking down at the shaking man on top of you through your bleary eyes. Your brows furrow, blinking in an attempt to make it go away. The first thing you can make out is long ears, then Jungkook’s tear stained face as he looks up at you for a moment before burying his head in your neck.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, wrapping your arms around Jungkook. “You passed out.” Dr. Martin mumbles, standing beside your bed with Hoseok. You remove an arm from Jungkook, opening it in Hoseok's direction. He immediately claims the opened spot, tucking his head into the other side of your neck. “What happened?” You ask, looking at Dr. Martin to the best of your ability. “The man uh tackled you and I think you hit your head pretty hard.” Dr. Martin mumbles, pursing his lips.

You hear a small growl from Hoseok and a whine from Jungkook as they push themselves closer to you. “Is he okay?” You ask, a frown settling on your face. “I think he’s fine, a doctor came in shortly after you went down and they sedated him..like we didn’t want to happen, but y’know, hybrids are ‘dangerous’.” Dr. Martin mumbles, mimicking air quotes. “Why are you worried about him? He hurt you.” Hoseok grumbles, rubbing his cheek on your shoulder.

You sigh, “Because someone hurt him like your old owner hurt you both.” You say, leaning your head on Hoseok’s, closing your eyes. Hoseok grumbles something you can’t quite decipher, but before you can ask you feel something wet hit your shoulder. “Hobi?” You ask, carding your hands through his hair with furrowed brows. “I was scared.” He mumbles, turning his head so you can hear him. “I’ll leave you guys alone. Call if you need anything.” Dr. Martin says, smiling at you before leaving your room.

Hoseok and Jungkook practically go limp on top of you, both letting out an exhale of relief. “You were out for a few hours.” Hoseok mumbles, pushing himself closer to you. You frown, you were out for that long? “I’m sorry I worried you both.” You say, hugging the two closer to you. You feel a fourth weight added to the bed, lighter than you, Hoseok and Jungkook. You lift your head to see your furry friend on the bed, looking at the three of you curiously. You smile, “C’mere kitty.” You call. The cat practically rushes forward, curling in a ball on your stomach as deep purrs vibrate in his chest.

“Did you feed him?” You ask, stroking the cat's fur as best as you can. Hoseok nods, petting the cat as well. The cat glares at Hoseok, shuffling away from him on your stomach. You stifle a laugh, pursing your lips making Hoseok glare at you, a large pout on his face. “Sorry, sorry.” You mumble, pulling the best straight face you can manage. “Alright you two, I gotta use the bathroom.” You say, patting Jungkook and Hoseoks backs gently before trying to move them.

Jungkook whines while Hoseok huffs, both pushing closer to you. “Do you want me to pee on you?” You ask. You laugh when both boys shoot off of you, pouting at you nonetheless as they stare at you with their arms crossed. “Sorry.” You mumble, your attention directing to the cat on your stomach. “You too, kitty.” The cat's eyes narrow at your words, his short tail doing a small flick. “Alright, gonna have to do this the hard way.” You mumble, reaching down to pick up the cat before plopping him on the bed beside you.

The cat grumbles before jumping off the bed, waltzing out of the room with a huff making you laugh. “I swear he acts just like a person.” You say, taking the blanket off of you before standing up with a groan. “Haha..yeah..” Jungkook says, awkwardly laughing afterwards while avoiding your eyes. You raise an eyebrow, “Is there something you’re not telling me?” You ask. Jungkook’s wide, panicked eyes meet yours (he’s never been good at hiding how he feels), quickly stuttering out an excuse. “N-no! I was j-just agreeing with you.” He says, quickly averting his eyes again.

“Okay. Spill.” You say, resting your hands on your hips. “There’s nothing to spill.” Jungkook mumbles, scratching his wrist, a tell tale sign he’s lying. “Uh-huh sure.” You say, turning to Hoseok. “Are you going to tell me or am I gonna have to do an interrogation with the two of you?” You ask. Hoseok sighs, “Your cat is a hybrid.” He says, nervously playing with his hands. “And you kept that from me, why?” You ask, genuinely confused why they would keep something so simple from you. “He’s scared of something. We could smell it on him.” Hoseok says, eyebrows drawing together.

“You still should have told me, especially if he’s scared.” You say, your own brows furrowing. “We’re sorry.” Jungkook mumbles, voice wavering slightly. “You don’t have to be sorry.” You say, taking a step toward Jungkook, only for him to take one back. “Jungkook?” You call out softly, taking a step back. His head whips up, eyes wide and full of panic as he stares at you. “I’m-I’m-I’m sorry. I d-didn't mean t-too.” He whimpers before he pinches his eyes shut. You look at Hoseok, taking another step away from Jungkook and sitting on the bed.

Hoseok sighs, sitting on the bed before scooching over to you. “He got most of the beatings from our old owner, I still got my fair share but he had it the worst between us.” Hoseok mumbles with a frown, looking back at Jungkook. “He especially didn’t like when we lied, that’s how we got our worst ‘punishments’.” Hoseok mumbles, looking down at his hands.

You frown, getting up from the bed before walking to Jungkook, pulling him into your arms before he can back away again. He jumps, pushing at you for a moment, but just as you’re about to let go, he wraps his good arm around your waist, sobbing into your shoulder. “‘M sorry.” Jungkook whispers into your shoulder, lightly dragging his cheek across it. “You don’t have to apologize, bun. You did nothing wrong.” You whisper, laying your head on his.

Jungkook only sobs harder at your words, pressing himself closer to you (if it’s even possible). You try to gently pull him back, succeeding fairly quickly. You don’t get a chance to look at his face, however, as he quickly shields it with his long, fluffy ears. “Can you look at me?” You call softly, maneuvering around his ears to cup his face. He shakes his head, a small whimper escaping him in the process.

“I don’t know what that man—that vile creature—made you think whatever you do think up in there,” You gently tap his head “But none of that is true. You’re an amazing person, Jungkook. Hybrid or not. I understand why you didn’t tell me about the cat, he’s scared. You were protecting him. From what? I don’t know. I don’t know if you even know. But you were protecting him.” You say, smiling slightly when his ears move from his face a bit, a single doe eye peeking at you. “I don’t care if that creature said lying is bad. If you’re doing it for the right reason, I wouldn’t say it is. And you were doing it for the right reason.” You say, pulling Jungkook back into your arms.

He exhales deeply, going completely limp against you. You reach up to gently card your fingers through his hair, laying your head on his. “Thank you, Y/n.” He mumbles, a sound akin to a purr rumbling in his chest. You only hum, letting your eyes slide shut as you ignore your bladder’s desperate pleas for you to use the bathroom, deciding to focus on the more important thing right now.

Comforting Jungkook.

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Update on TMS (the mockingbirds song) and ASFH (all shall fear him)

So, both of these series’ are still here and I’m still writing them, but SAS (safe and sound) is currently my main focus and will be updated the most, TMS and ASFH will still be updated, I’m just not sure how often they will be.

I’m really sorry for how long it’s been taking me for updates, but I promise these haven’t been forgotten, they’re just not being updated as frequently as, one, SAS is, two, as I would like for them to be. If you no longer wish to read if you’re on my taglist for these please lmk, but if you are enjoying it and would still like to read on, there will still be new chapters just not very often :)

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I’m hoping I can get safe and sound ch.10 out within the next few days, I’m like so close but haven’t had time to work on it 😭

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Safe and sound |Chapter Ten|

Pairing: Hybrid!ot7 x f!reader

Chapter warnings: maybe a bit angsty, Kook cries, plus this chapter is unedited so like idk if it will be good 🙃

Summary: You have worked at a hybrid rehab and adoption center for years, enjoying being able to help people others only see as their animal side. You thought you might end up taking in one or two, what you didn’t expect however, was to take in 7.

Genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut, non-idol au, hybrid au, strangers to friends to lovers au

Word count: 1.9k

Member’s hybrid types: Namjoon: Bear, Yoongi: Bobcat, Hoseok: Ferret, Jin: Wolf, Jimin: Red panda, Jungkook: Bunny, Taehyung: Marble fox

A/n: so like yeah, sorry this took so long from my last update but I at least got it out so that’s good

I’ve just been pretty busy and haven’t had time to myself to sit down and write for a bit beside a few words here and there

I know I got a teaser out but that was an idea I couldn’t pass up (same with that story idea) and like I didn’t wanna forget it, so I put my things to the side for a minute to do those so yeah

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It took Jungkook a while to calm down, but he eventually did. He eventually fell asleep on you, the exhaustion of crying catching up to him. “Do you want me to move him?” Hoseok asks, sitting on the bed beside you and Jungkook. “Please.” You whine, your bladder painfully full. Hoseok chuckles, sliding his arms between yours and Jungkook’s body’s, lifting the hybrid from you, laying him on the bed. You almost cry out in relief, pushing yourself off your bed to rush to the bathroom.

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You shut the door behind you with a content sigh, Hoseok laughing at your state. “I’m guessing you really had to pee?” He asks through his laugh. You nod, walking over to the bed before falling fast first on it beside Hoseok. “Will..Kook be okay?” You ask, turning your head toward Hoseok. “He should be.” Hoseok mumbles with a nod, carding his fingers through said hybrid's hair. “I think he’ll be better now that we’re with you. Safe.” Hoseok mumbles.

You smile, “Good.” You mumble, shuffling up to lay your head on your pillow, flipping onto your back.

“‘M gonna go to sleep.” You say with a sigh, snuggling up to Hoseok as your eyes slide shut. “Sleep tight, Y/n.” Hoseok mumbles, wrapping an arm around you as he gets comfortable.

Before you know it, you're drifting off to the sound of Hoseok's steady heartbeat.

—

You groan, reaching up to hold your pillow in place. But what you grab isn’t your pillow. You crack your eyes open, looking up to see Jungkook’s face, eyes closed as he dreams. You shrug slightly, wrapping your arms around his body, snuggling into him before drifting back to sleep.

—

This time, when you wake up, it’s because of your alarm. You whine, reaching over to turn it off. “Y/n?” Jungkook grumbles, shifting beneath you. “Sorry, Koo, didn’t mean to wake you. I gotta head into work.” You say, pushing yourself off his chest. “Work?” Hoseok grumbles, sitting up on the other side of Jungkook. You hum, getting out of bed while stretching. “You just got hurt yesterday, Y/n. You’re not going into work.” Hoseok says, voice groggy with sleep. “I’ll be fine.” You say, making your way to your closet to grab clothes.

“I don’t trust you.” Hoseok mumbles, rubbing his eyes. You shake your head with a smile, “I’ll be fine, Hobi.” You say, shuffling through your shirts.

You grab a plain, white knit sweater and baggy jeans, walking out of your closet. “Do you have to go?” Jungkook asks through a whine, now sitting on the edge of your bed. “I’m sorry, Koo, but I do.” You say, ruffling his hair on your way to your bathroom. “But why? Can’t you take a day off? They know you got hurt!” Jungkook whines, wiggling on the bed as he speaks making you smile. “I’ll be fine, if they send me home I’ll come back, okay?” You say, walking back over to cup his face in your hands.

He pouts up at you, his arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you close enough for him to nuzzle into your stomach. “Just stay..please?” Jungkook whispers, a small whine escaping him as he presses himself impossibly closer. “I can’t Bun, I’m sorry.” You say, carding your finger through his hair. Jungkook whines.

Then you feel something wet seep through your sweater onto your stomach.

“Kook?” You call out, trying to pull his head away from your stomach. He fights you with another whine, shaking his head. “Don’t wan’ you to leave.” Jungkook whispers.

You sigh, moving to kneel on the floor. Jungkook whines louder at the movement, trying to keep you upright. He fails in the end, covering his eyes with his ears. “Bun I’m sorry, I promise I’ll be back before you know it.” You whisper, carding your hand through his hair to the best of your ability. “Please stay.” He whispers, a small whimper escaping him. You sigh, mumbling a small ‘okay’ before you stand up, kissing the top of his head before picking your phone up from the nightstand. You scroll through your contacts until you find Mr. Duboses.

“Thank you.” Jungkook whispers, hugging you from behind. You hum, patting his arm with a smile.

—

Mr. Dubose didn’t fight you on wanting to call out, saying it was for the best incase you had any issues. Jungkook was elated that you called out for him, snuggling up to you as soon as you laid back down. Hoseok was happy as well, saying you shouldn’t be going into work anyway, and that it’s best you called out. He was pretty much already asleep when you laid back down, missing out on the cuddle session Jungkook started.

“Thank you for staying home.” Jungkook mumbles for the hundredth time, scenting your shoulder. You hum, carding your fingers through his hair as you scroll through TikTok. “Really.” Jungkook mumbles again, “I was just worried about you.” He whispers. You frown when you feel something wet hit your shoulder. “Bun?” You call out, leaning your head on Jungkook’s.

He whimpers, pushing himself closer to you. He mumbles something you can’t quite pick up, his lips moving against your neck the only proof he said something. “I can’t hear you, Koo.” You say, trying to move his head from your neck. He whines but moves back, ears shielding his eyes. “Didn’t wan’ something to happen to you.” He admits in a whisper, before a huff of air escapes him and he frustratedly wipes his eyes. “‘M sorry, I dunno why ‘m crying.” He says through a scoff, sitting back on his heels.

“Kook, no. You’re fine. If you cry, you cry. You can’t control that.” You say, sitting up as well. “But I can.” He insists, sobbing into his hands. You frown, pulling him back into your arms. He goes limp against you, hiding his face in your neck. “Jungkook?” Hoseok's groggy voice asks, sitting up in bed as he rubs his eyes. He only gets a whimper in response from Jungkook. “‘S he okay?” Hoseok asks, scooting closer. “I don’t know.” You say through a sigh, leaning your head onto Jungkook’s.

“Jungkook?” Hoseok calls, running his hand through Jungkook’s hair. “What’s the matter, Bun?” Hoseok asks, trying to pull him away from your body. He fights Hoseok with a whimper, wrapping his arm around your waist. “Bun, can you tell me what’s wrong?” Hoseok asks, his brows furrowing in concern as he runs his fingers through Jungkook’s hair again. “‘M weak.” Jungkook whimpers, moving his head so you and Hoseok can hear him clearer.

You look at Hoseok with furrowed brows, “You’re not weak, Bun.” You say, kissing the side of Jungkook’s head. Jungkook shakes his head, mumbling a small “I am” into your neck. “For crying? Bun, everyone cries. Even the toughest people cry.” You say. Jungkook pulls his head back to look at you. “Really?” He asks, sniffling. “Really.” You say, smiling at him reassuringly. He nods, wiping his runny nose with the back of his hand. “Thank you.” Jungkook mumbles, looking at you through teary eyes. “For what?” You ask, carding your hands through his hair. “Comforting me.” He says, looking down as he nervously plays with his hands. “You don’t need to thank me for that, Bun.” You say with a smile, ruffling his hair making him whine, batting away your hand with a small, shy giggle.

Hoseok smiles at the interaction, leaning back on his hands.

—

After the situation with Jungkook passed fully, no more tears slipping from his eyes and no more sniffles, you offered to run him a bath in hopes it will make him feel a bit better.

“I think Jungkook is happier here with you.” Hoseok says, leaning on the counter as he watches you make breakfast. “Really?” You ask, glancing behind you at Hoseok with a smile. “Yeah. I haven’t seen him smile as much in the last few years as he has the past day.” He says, smiling. “That’s good to hear. He was starting to worry me. I wanna make that man who had you before suffer. In more ways than one.” You say, a huff of air escaping your lips as you pout angrily.

“At least we have you. We thought we’d be stuck with that dickhead forever.” Hoseok says, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. “True.” You mumble, leaning your head against his. “I’m happy we found you. We missed you so much.” Hoseok mumbles, scenting your shoulder lightly. “I am too.” You say, a smile appearing on your lips.

“I smell food.” Jungkook says, walking down the hallway. You laugh, shaking your head as you flip over the pancake. “I swear you’re always summoned by the smell of food.” You say, glancing at Jungkook. He whines, pouting at you as he comes closer, holding his brace in his free hand. “Can you help me? I dunno how to get this on..” He asks, holding it out in front of him. You hum, making sure to shuffle you and Hoseok a bit away from the stove before turning to Jungkook. You take the brace from him, gently taking his injured arm in your hand, slowly pushing it into the brace.

You gently pat his uninjured arm once you have it on, turning to continue to make breakfast.

—

“Thank you, Y/nie.” Jungkook says through his pancake-full mouth. You hum, popping a piece of your own pancake into your mouth. “This is really good.” Hoseok says, practically stuffing his face. “Thank you.” You say with a smile, popping a blueberry into your mouth. “What do you say we go shopping today? You guys are gonna need clothes and necessities.” You say, looking up at Jungkook and Hoseok. “You don’t have to buy us anything, we can always try and go look around for clothes.” Hoseok says nonchalantly, shrugging. Your brows furrow, “What do you mean? Of course I’m gonna buy you both clothes.” You say, looking between the two.

“We’re used to scavenging for clothes, it won’t be anything new.” Hoseok mumbles, poking at his food. “Yeah but you’re with me now. And I have enough money to get you guys things before you even say anything about that.” You say, noticing the look on their faces. “You don’t have to.” Jungkook mumbles, poking at his food as well. “But I want to. You’re my boys now and I gotta take care of you.” You say, missing the blush that dusts both of their cheeks as you look back at your food to cut a piece off.

“We’re older than you though, if anything we should take care of you.” Hoseok says, looking up at you. “Yeah yeah, but as much as it fucking sucks, I get more rights. Besides, Kook is still a baby in my eyes.” You say with a shrug, looking back up at the two hybrids across from you. “Hey. I’m 3 years older than you.” Jungkook whines with a pout. “2 and a few months.” You say cheekily, smiling at him. He grumbles a ‘whatever’ as he goes back to eating his food. “You’re still a baby in my eyes too, Kook.” Hoseok says, continuing to eat his pancakes.

Jungkook whines, “You’re both picking on me!” He says, wiggling in his seat as he speaks, making both you and Hoseok laugh. “Nah, we’re just agreeing you’re adorable.” You tease, making him whine louder if possible. “I am not.” Jungkook grumbles, pouting. “Sure Kook, sure.” You say with a shake of your head and a smile.

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A/n: small peek into a chapter (idk when, but maybe soon) where mc finds out Yoongi’s a hybrid :)

I wanted to at least post this since I’ve practically disappeared (aside from the random reblogs) for a few months

You find out Yoongi isn’t just a cat

You hum quietly to yourself as you walk up to your front door, pulling out your keys. You pause when you hear Jungkook and Hoseok talking. Of course, that’s common, but what caught you off guard is the third voice you hear.

“Yoongi,” Hoseok sighs, “I know you’re scared but you have to tell her.” You lean closer to the door with furrowed brows. “Why?” Yoongi hisses, “She probably doesn’t want another hybrid to take care of.”

“She’s literally been talking about adopting 2 other hybrids.” Jungkook deadpans, his voice so serious it almost makes you laugh. “B-but.. still!” Yoongi sputters, “I’m nothing like you or those two other hybrids she’s considering adopting. You’re all sweet and cuddly. I just scare people away.”

You frown at the sadness in his voice, slowly unlocking the door so as to not alert them.

But of course. They have hybrid hearing. Even the slightest sound they can hear. “Shit!” Yoongi curses quietly, hurrying down the hall.

You slowly step in, pausing when you see both Jungkook and Hoseok looking at you. “H-hey, Y/n.” Jungkook forces a smile, walking over and hugging you. You hug him back, pulling away after a second, “Where’s Yoongi?” Jungkook freezes.

Hoseok sighs, “He’s in your room.” He purses his lips, “We tried to convince him that you wouldn’t care, but..” He rubs the back of his neck. “He wouldn’t listen?” Hoseok nods. You gently ruffle Jungkook’s hair before walking down the hall.

You slowly push your bedroom door open, finding Yoongi, now in cat form, curled up on your bed, pretending to be asleep. What gives him away is his quick breathing. Also the fact you heard him talking less than 5 minutes ago.

“Yoongi?” You sit down beside him, watching as he tenses up when you say his name. “Guess I can’t call you kitty anymore, huh?” You smile, gently ruffling his fur. Yoongi slowly lifts his head, looking at you.

You can see the fear and uncertainty in his eyes and it breaks your heart. “You don’t have to hide anymore.” You say softly.

He slowly stands and turns toward you, hesitantly rubbing his head against your arm. You gently scratch his head, coaxing him into your lap. He looks up at you, seeing nothing but reassurance and love in your eyes.

He rubs against your arm one last time before jumping down, turning away. You look away as he shifts, wanting to give him privacy.

You hear some shuffling as he gets dressed, turning around when he tells you to. He’s standing, somewhat awkwardly, in front of you, fiddling with his hands.

“Y-you’re not mad.. right?” He looks up at you, his voice quiet and barely audible. “I’m not mad.” You shake your head, “But I do wish you would have told me earlier.” You examine his body, frowning when you notice how skinny he is.

He looks down at himself, pursing his lips, “I-I didn’t get enough nutrition in my cat form..” He shifts, nervous to how you’ll react. “Yoongi..” You scold lightly, “You could have at least eaten when I wasn’t home.” You stand up.

He backs up quickly, his eyes wide, “I-I’m sorry..” He rushes out, his ears falling flat against his head. Your brows furrow and you immediately stop, not wanting to upset him further.

You take a step back and raise your hands in surrender, “No need to apologize.” You sit back on the bed.

Yoongi looks down, fiddling with his hands. You sigh softly, “How about we go out and get you some stuff, yeah? And get you some proper food.” You slowly stand up, not wanting to make any sudden movements and alarm him.

He hesitantly nods, looking up. You smile reassuringly, gesturing to the door. He walks out of the room, looking behind him to make sure you’re following.

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Safe And Sound

Pairing = Celebrimbor x Reader

Genre = General audiences

General ratings = fluff (only fluff <3)

Content warnings = none

Cálë = light (Quenya)

Reader’s gender = no explicit gender (you/your)

Word count = 2,2k

Notes = I hope you enjoy! Here are some words you should know before you read = Meleth nîn means ‘my love’, Vanimelda is the highest word of praise for beauty, Gamil means ‘old’ in Khuzdûl and Bund means ‘head’ in Khuzdûl so Gamilbund means ‘old head’, Cidinn means ‘small’ and tuig means ‘sprout/shoot/sapling’ so Cidinntuig means ‘small sprout’, Zigil means ‘silver’ in Khuzdûl and Gáld means ‘bright’ in Khuzdûl so Zigilgáld means ‘bright silver’ and finally, Sirya- means ‘to flow, to flow [smoothly]’ and Cálë means ‘light’ so Siryacálë means ‘flowing light’ (so many words 💀)

In the comfort and security of your chambers, you checked yourself in your mirror. Tonight was a special night, as the whole of Eregion celebrated it’s Lord’s birthday. Indeed, today was your love’s begetting day. Tyelpë tended to downplay such events and to say that they were unnecessary. He didn’t particularly enjoy being the center of attention. However, this time, you had made sure everything would be comfortable for your love. The party would take place outside, near the trees so that beautiful lamps could hang from their branches.

You had put your blood, sweat and soul into planning this party. It had to be perfect for Celebrimbor. So, as you checked yourself in the mirror, you weren’t satisfied. You had picked your best outfit and prettiest jewelry, however, something was missing. It frustrated you to not know what was wrong. Even if you knew that Celebrimbor couldn't care less about what you wore, you still wanted to be dressed according to the event. As you looked again at your outfit critically, a knock startled you out of your assessment.

You smiled as you knew who would be there. As you opened the door and your suspicions were confirmed, you beamed at the person. Celebrimbor was magnificent in his red and gold tunic. He was also looking at you like you had created Arda and hung the stars in the sky before coming down to grant him your love, and that warmed your heart beyond words. You let your husband enter your shared chambers, rolling your eyes a little as you realized he had knocked, again. No matter how many times you reminded him that your shared chambers were, well, shared, he still insisted on knocking every time before letting you open the door. You honestly couldn’t care less if he walked in on you changing, anyway he had seen you naked plenty of times already.

“Hello, meleth nîn” he calmly said.

“Hello, Tyelpë” you said, as your lips turned upwards in joy.

Your husband approached you while looking at you up and down, obviously appreciating the effort you put into dressing yourself. His eyes seemed to shine and sparkle as Tirion offered his love to them. The light silver was brought out by his night black hair, styled more fancily than normal. His lips looked delectable and plump as cherries and made you want to kiss him, badly.

You were, once again, startled out of your thoughts by your love, as he approached you and embraced you. His bare arms encircled you and you couldn’t help but appreciate the muscles in them, flexing and moving as he slowly trailed his hand up and down your back. Celebrimbor seemed to love doing that, for some unknown reason. He pressed a kiss to your head and then murmured :

“I have a gift for you, vanimelda.”

“Really? Meleth, I should be the one saying that, it is your birthday after all!” You replied jokingly.

Celebrimbor simply smiled before taking out a relatively middle-sized velvet box from one of his pant’s pockets. He offered it to you, still looking at you like you were a gift from Eru. You took the box, quietly thanking your husband, before opening his gift and gasping. Inside the box was a magnificent necklace, made from your husband’s hands and tailored exclusively for you. It was the most beautiful piece of jewelry you had ever seen. You looked from the necklace towards your husband, before looking back at the necklace and then at your husband. You smiled, touched and quietly asked Celebrimbor to put it on you.

You turned around and let your love put on his gift for you. You looked in the mirror and smiled, for you had finally found what had been missing. The necklace fitted the outfit perfectly and even matched your eyes. You turned around and kissed Celebrimbor, who made a surprised but delighted noise, before enclosing you in his strong arms. As you detached yourselves from each other, you both put your forehead on the other’s. It was like this most of the time with Celebrimbor : full of love and calmness. You were each other’s fortresses.

“Well, Meleth, I’m afraid we’ll have to go now or we’ll be late.” You whispered, afraid to break the tender moment.

“Alright my love. You know I really appreciate your efforts at planning this party? I don’t want me saying that ‘it wasn’t necessary’ let you think the opposite. Although I still stand by the point that a private little party with only us too would have also been perfect.”

You smiled and kissed your husband’s cheek, before leaving your chambers.

As you walked in the practically empty corridors, you pushed and joked with each other, giggling like teenagers all the while. It was refreshing to let go entirely of responsibilities for just one night. The people of Ost-in-Edhil all were okay with this, seeing at how well you and Celebrimbor took care of the city. It was also partly because it was the only night you could offer a gift to the Lord without having to fight to get Celebrimbor to accept it.

It was always a joy to give Tyelpë things, because you knew he was always grateful when he received any kind of gift. He cherished everything he received, even little branches or empty snails’ shells given by children. He kept everything on shelves that were reserved for this exact reason. It was always endearing to watch him happily put something new on a shelf.

As you both arrived at the party, multiple voices raised in joy, shouting “happy birthday”’s and “there they are!”’s. Celebrimbor took the time to stop and talk with everyone who called out to him. As he was busy talking with Elrond, who had taken the time to come and celebrate his favorite cousin’s birthday, you walked away mischievously. In fact, there was a surprise awaiting your loving husband and you almost vibrated with excitement.

As you took a glass of your favorite beverage, someone said your name loudly, making you turn with a smile on your face. There, with a whole chicken thigh in his hand, stood Narvi. As usual, his kind face was illuminated by his wonderful smile, displaying his white teeth. You put your hand on your forehead and lightly hit it with your fist, before hitting Narvi’s forehead with it. Narvi did the same, for the exception that he hit your hand instead. It was a greeting that you two had adopted to replace the usual Dwarf greeting. After all, the height difference between the two of you made it so that you couldn’t knock your foreheads together. Not that you’d ever have done it anyway, you’d probably have ended up with a concussion.

“Haa, how wonderful to see ya again, Gamilbund! It has been too long!”

“Indeed, Cidinntuig, it has been too long! How have you been?”

“Oh, I’ve been well! But more interestingly, it’s wonderful to be here! It’s clear ya worked ya’ arse off to put this together!”

“Ah, many thanks, I tried! I just feel like Tyelpë deserves the best, you know?”

“Indeed I do, Gamilbund! Now, I’m really sorry, but I need to give good ol’ Zigilgáld the gift I brought!” He said, taking a bite out of the chicken thigh.

You laughed, before shooing him away and towards Celebrimbor.

~~~

Tyelpë was extremely funny to watch when given gifts. Indeed, you laughed so much you couldn’t breathe properly when you saw him try to fight Narvi because the gift was ‘too much’. The two being completely and utterly stubborn made it only funnier. When they weren’t agreeing on something, they butted heads aggressively but lovingly.

“I insist, Zigilgáld! I made it for ya and only ya! I ain’t goin’ to give this to someone else!”

“Cidinntuig, this is too much! I can’t accept this, I’d be forever in your debt! I’d have to claw my way to your Father’s halls to give you presents at each of your birthdays!”

“Don’t be ridiculous and just accept tha’ gift, my friend. Or I’ll make you!”

“Narvi!”

Your attention was stolen from the two bickering adults by someone tapping your shoulder. You turned around and smiled as you saw Elrond. Indeed, he had helped you form your plan and get the materials necessary to make it come to life. As it turned out, you and Elrond got along extremely well. It was fun to let out your mischievous streak with someone that could match it.

“Everything is ready!” He said, clearly excited about this.

“Wonderful! We’ll just have to wait until Tyelpë has accepted Narvi’s gift.”

“Ah, I hope he won’t take thirty years to accept.”

You smiled with Elrond at his joke and turned your attention back to the now arguing Narvi and Celebrimbor. At least, it seemed like Tyelpë had accepted the gift. You looked at Elrond and nodded.

Seconds later, magnificent lanterns rose from the Earth to go float in the Sky. Narvi and Celebrimbor stopped arguing, raising their heads to look at the lanterns. Your lover’s mouth was open and his eyes were full of amazement. Letting lanterns go up in the sky on someone’s birthday was a Noldorin tradition that was practiced mostly in Valinor. You knew this because on a calm night, Celebrimbor had told you about the first time he remembers seeing the Siryacálë. He had climbed on his father’s shoulders to look at them more closely, mouth agape. He had spent the rest of the night questioning his grandfather about the lanterns.

Soft music started playing as the lanterns stopped being released. People smiled and craned their necks to have a better look at the Siryacálë, for they seemed to dance in the gentle breeze, harmonizing perfectly with Tirion’s soft gleam and the Stars’ glow. You looked towards Celebrimbor and saw him approaching at a leisurely pace, his eyes still glued to the lanterns. Your heart was overflowing with joy, for the look in Tyelpë’s eyes was priceless. Such joy and happiness was held in it, it made the stress of making this party perfect worth it.

People started to dance to the soft melody, raising their voices to sing and hum along. Your love arrived at your side, still smiling.

“Thank you, meleth nîn,.. a thousand words cannot begin to describe how grateful I am to you for tonight.”

“It is nothing you do not deserve, my love.”

“Well, in this case… would you accord me this dance, vanimelda?”

You smiled, before responding : “Of course, my love!”

Your husband took your hand and led you to the circle of dancers. Dancing with Celebrimbor was a rare experience but still something that you enjoyed immensely. The way you were encased in his arms made you feel like you two were in an impenetrable bubble, protected from the rest of the world. Just the two of you, dancing and listening to music, basking in each other’s presence. Celebrimbor had that special something that made people feel comfortable around him. Around him, you felt like no harm could ever befall you. You were safe and sound. Always.

Suddenly, Celebrimbor picked you up and twirled you around, smiling as you laughed and asked him not-so-gently to put you down. As he obliged your request, he kissed you, or well, tried to. You were both smiling too much to kiss properly, but you didn’t mind. This moment was perfect and you would exchange it for nothing.

~~~

Later on, when everyone was leaving to go sleep in their chambers, you and Tyelpë decided to do the same. Elrond and Narvi made sure to boast loudly that they had succeeded in giving Celebrimbor, The Celebrimbor, a gift. They laughed as Celebrimbor threatened to give them a better present at their birthday, and how would that feel, eh?

You tugged Tyelpë to your chambers, humming the songs they had played all the while. As you entered your chambers, Celebrimbor picked you up and went to place you on the plushy couch on the exterior balcony connected to your chambers. He went back to put his gifts lovingly and carefully on his shelves, before joining you outside again, closing the door-window after him. He let himself fall on the couch beside you, smiling as you tutted at him. You put your head on his shoulder before yawning, feeling your tiredness creeping onto you.

Celebrimbor smiled as you placed yourself more comfortably on him, hugging one of his biceps, while his forearm caressed your back in circular motions. He hummed a song he vaguely remembered his mother and uncles singing to him on one of his birthdays. It reminded him of you, in an unexplainable way.

You felt yourself slip into Irmo’s arms as Celebrimbor hummed to you. You felt safe in his arms. Tyelpë radiated heat and so you felt comfortable even if the breeze was a little cold, for your husband protected you from it.

“I love you, Tyelpë..”

“I love you, vanimelda.”

You fell asleep to the feeling of the crown of your head being kissed.

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I’m listening it to it rn and

oh my GOD. I’m screaming and crying. What do I do with this now that I’ve listened to it. Oh my fucking god. Hkshfvk I love it more than life.

I always forget Taylor Swift has a song on the OG Hunger Games movie soundtrack and it’s heartbreaking 😭

listen, i don’t know who needs to hear this, but if you’re in a @bus!ve household, i’m right there with you. i feel how you feel. this may sound corny but these lyrics tend to help me feel less hopeless

\Just close your eyes, the sun is going down You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound

Don't you dare look out your window, darling, everything's on fire The war outside our door keeps raging on Hold onto this lullaby even when the music's gone, gone

Just close your eyes, the sun is going down You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound\

So I think alot of people are reminded of folklore when they watch the music video for safe & sound. So i decided to see how well it fits in with the aesthetic. So I took a scene from the mv and put folklore aesthetics on it and they look quite similar

Crazy little Taylor Swift theory🤡

Let's Go (Battle) is a popular unreleased song but was not released as a vault track on Speak Now Taylor's Version, to many people's disappointment (including mine). But maybe she's going to release it for a movie? Specifically the Hunger Games prequel, Ballad Of Songbirds And Snakes on November 17. There's been rumours that she's going to been on the soundtrack since she re-released Safe And Sound and Eyes Open around the same time thg came back to Netflix, and she released those with the Red TV cover even though they weren't on the album. Speak Now is before Red, like the "prequel" so she might release Battle for Ballad with the Speak Now TV cover. I also think Battle really suits the movie too (a post for another day). I'm probably overthinking it though lol🤡