Omg omg omg, how does Konig react when he sees a bunny hybrid in comparison???
Now that got me thinking.
How would König react to Hare!Reader next to a bunny hybrid?
(To be absolutely honest, I don't know. So this is badly written, sorry not sorry😊 please make specific requests or I will disappear for 5 months with no other idea about what to write 😞)
"Sht." He held his hand up to silence any noise you might have made. You both stood before the old, wooden door, his hand clutching onto the rifle, tightening his grip before checking the handle, confirming that the metal is twistable.
With a deafening silence, he pushed the handle and charged in, rifle at eye level, making sure no one was hidden in the room in the complete darkness. In case there stood someone with a knife, ready to plunge it into his very biteable neck. Good for him, no one threatening was there. You followed, covering his back in case of any surprise attack.
Not that you'd want him to stay unscarred, but your pay would be cut if he went and started complaining to the commander about you not doing your job "correctly".
...
A breathless whimper comes out from the dark corner and you avert your eyes to look at the source of fear. Ah. The hostage. God, the whole objective of this mission was a hostage rescue. Some rich assholes kid got taken as blackmail.
"Found the hostage." He murmured, talking into his radio. "The threat is neutralised. No known threats nearby." His voice rings out, ensuring we are safe for the time being. Really, it wasn't hard to find this hideout. The guys were just broke blokes, probably working for some mafia.
You glance at the not so kid like kid.
... That's a young adult, not that much of a kid.
It's a... ah... it's hard to pinpoint their gender.
The rich bastard said something about daughter and money. And some thing else, you are sure. But what it was? That's the better question.
König stares at the hybrid with light confusion. Ah yes, not only has he never met a bunny hybrid but he doesn't know what an androgynous person is.
Fucking old school. Keep up with the times my man. Its the 21st century, guys wear dresses and women peg their boyfriends with 10 inch straps. A girlish-boy or boyish-girl should be least of his concerns.
"Jesus." You huffed out, freeing your hands from any weapon and walked closer to the hostage. A rabbit hybrid. Short black ears, large beaded eyes and fairly frail with a decent amount of squish. That's a cute face though.
"Hello." You greet them, smiling. They seem to be quite confused, as one is. To be honest the kidnappers must have been so shit even their hostage wasn't scared, rather confused. "We're here to rescue." You add, glancing back at the overly silent behemoth behind you for confirmation.
He seems to be deep in thought, staring between the hostage and teammate. "... That's what?" He blurts out offhandedly, not knowing any manners.
"That's... the hostage. A person. Which is addressed by who, not what."
"Ah, yes, yes. Of course. I mean the breed." Bitch, really? Did wolfs raise you? Scratch that, even they have more respect.
"..."
It's still an ongoing discussion as to what hybrid types should be called. Breeds or races. It's... subjective, but damn... Read the room.
"They are a rabbit." You clarify. But he doesn't seem satisfied with that answer.
"...But you don't look the same." He retorts gruffly, GENUINELY confused why a rabbit isn't the same as a hare.
Of fucking course. He never learns, does he?
Ahem. Right. Lets pretend the hostage never saw the abuse you unleashed upon the huge man after that stupid comment.
"Can... can we go?" They ask slowly, staring at the huge man trying to shield himself from the fists flying his way.
"Ah, yes." He gruffs, feeling that the hits you laid on him might end up with a bruise on his already scarred skin.
"So, you two are related? Do your 'periods' sync up?" A humourless joke came out of his mouth and I'm pretty sure that might be the last joke he has ever voiced.
"Okay, now you crossed the line." Is all he hears before his nose was broken. Once more.
