SUMMARY. what a saturday morning consist of with you and your eight mates.
ROLES. hybrid!ateez + bunny hybrid!f!reader
GENRE. blurb series + hybrid + slice of life + fluff + established poly relationship
WORD COUNT. 853
WARNINGS. food
EARLY ACCESS. @d0uble0hd0nut :: @little-precious-baby :: @teeztheflag ::
DEVELOPER’S NOTE. this is kind of like my first hybrid au miniseries but not at the same time lol, but this time everyone is a hybrid and there’s no humans in this au. also used a prompt from here. also trying out a new header + layout for drabble series! anyways let me know if you want more of this little series!!
“i think the kids are awake,” seonghwa says, voice rough from lack of use as he slowly blinks his eyes to stay awake.
the loud clattering sound from down the hall and presumably the kitchen followed by a few lousy attempts of quiet voices is how seonghwa woke up this morning. the usually grumpy panther could only glare at the ceiling as he heard his mates failing in their attempts to be quiet.
he felt hongjoong turn to his side, the wolf hybrid now looking at him with tired eyes. he must of woke up to the sound as well.
“we don’t have kids, hwa,” hongjoong mumbles back as he cuddles into his lover, nuzzling his face in his neck in order to scent his panther lover. seonghwa couldn’t help but let out a few purrs which slowly began lulling them back to sleep.
“they act like ours kids sometimes,” seonghwa quietly teases back as his arm wraps around hongjoong to hold the male closer to him. each of them sharing their warmth with one another.
and they would have fell back to sleep if it wasn’t for wooyoung’s loud laughing that has seonghwa often wondering if he was supposed to be a hyena hybrid rather than a cheetah.
“so loud,” seonghwa grumbles and hongjoong only hums in reply agreeing with his boyfriend. they both then picked up as some feet softly padding down the hall and towards their room.
“one of them’s coming,” hongjoong says and he assumes it’s either you or yeosang knowing the others have much more heavy footsteps as compared to you two.
the door opens with a soft click and seonghwa watches as a long pair of ears appear from behind the door before your head does as well.
you have a shy smile on your face as you carefully enter the room and make your way over the two oldest members of your small family — or pack as hongjoong likes to call it.
“good morning,” you say softly as you crawl into bed with them on the other side of seonghwa who wraps his other arm around you like he’s doing with hongjoong.
“good morning, love,” seonghwa says as he moves his hands to scratch behind one of your ears which causes you to let out a little purr as well as your teeth chattering together quietly.
“you guys are awfully loud this morning,” hongjoong brings up as he lays his hand on seonghwa’s stomach feeling his abs through his shirt.
“we were making breakfast for you guys,” you explain as you lay a hand on top of hongjoong’s. “it’s almost done by the way, i was sent to wake you guys up.”
“you’re so precious aren’t you, bunny?” hongjoong coos making you smile at him before watching him move out of seonghwa embrace to get out of a bed.
you follow suit with getting out of bed as well with seonghwa following close behind you as you three leave the bedroom with the panther and wolf trailing behind you.
“ta-da!!” both males are greeted with the sight of their mates standing around the dining table which was loaded with nine plates of food.
“good morning, hyungs! we made breakfast!” wooyoung says very proudly as the seven of you look at seonghwa and hongjoong with smiles.
“good job you guys,” seonghwa says walking over as kissing the proud cheetah hybrid before kissing yeosang, jongho, and you as well while hongjoong kissed yunho, san, and mingi.
“let’s eat!” san said with excitement before you all sat down in your usual seats at the table.
after you all ate some of you moved to the living room while some stayed in the kitchen to clean up. you were one of the ones in the living room since you had cleaned up in the kitchen yesterday — and literally all week.
jongho was sitting next to you on the couch, you cuddling the bear hybrid as you all watched a random movie that was playing on tv.
“you’re so warm jjongie,” you say as you press yourself closer to him in order to steal some of his warmth. the bear hybrid could only smile as he held you close to him.
“are you guys cuddling without me?” wooyoung’s voice is filled with disbelief as he comes into the living room and spots you and jongho cuddled together. “you guys know you can’t cuddle without me,” he whines, throwing a small hissy fit before huffing.
“wooyoungie, we were just waiting for you to get done in the kitchen,” jongho says before patting the spot next to him. wooyoung comes over to sit down on the couch before allowing jongho to pull the cheetah into his chest.
you smile as you and wooyoung are face to face and you lean over jongho in order to kiss the feline hybrid. when you pull away you make sure to kiss jongho as well before cuddling back on his side as the others eventually come into the living room and sit down around the room to spend the rest of the morning together.
“I DON’T smoke cigarettes, that’s for sure…” She snorts and rolls her eyes at the man. “You already know I don’t like those. But, that’s not to say I’ve never tried them, or smoke something else. There are lots of ways and things to smoke, oppa. Huh, these are the few kinds of things that I know better than you about!”
“Pfff, and there I thought you had changed your mind.” He returns the eye-roll as if to not let her mock him, a puff of amusement escaping him, then gives her a stern look. “Your knowledge’s sure something to brag about, ain’t it? Better watch out whom you’re sharing all that info with, can’t trust everyone in the neighborhood.”
mr. housedad. ep. one. dad!hongjoong x mom!reader.
── saemi finally figures out what her dad does for his job.
── drabble :: parent :: fluff :: idol :: humor
── warnings. none
── word count ݁ ⩇⩇:⩇⩇ ⠀653
── requested. anonymous
hongjoong smiled as he watched you and narae sleeping soundly next to each other on your shared bed. he brought the back of his hand to your face in order to gently caress your cheek before doing the same to his youngest daughter.
he couldn’t but feel his heart melt at how the two of you lo─
“appa!” hongjoong was startled by the sudden shout of his oldest daughter and thinking something was wrong, he rushed into the living room with wide eyes.
seeing saemi was fine and sitting on the couch, hongjoong sighed before walking over and sitting down next to her.
“what’s wrong flower? you scared me there for a second,” he says, running a hand over her head, but saemi swatted his hand away before standing up on the couch in order to be at eye-level with her father.
“you lie!” she said and hongjoong could see she was angry, but why he wasn’t sure.
“i didn’t lie to you, what are you talking about?”
“you said you were a singer, but you are not!” she says as she puts her tiny hands on his shoulders to look at him straight in the eyes.
“but i am, sweetie, i sing and dance with your uncles.”
“no! i saw what you actually do!” she exclaimed, her tiny voice getting louder and louder by each word.
“alright, calm down. narae and your mom are sleeping,” hongjoong says and saemi only huffs as she sits back down on the couch. “now what exactly are you talking about?”
saemi doesn’t say anything, she simply points to the tv and hongjoong looks to see one of his old performances from when he was on kingdom. it was their second performance – a pirate concept performance to be exact. that’s when it clicked for hongjoong.
“you are a pirate!” saemi says and hongjoong had never seen his daughter look so shocked before in all her four years of living.
hongjoong couldn’t help but laugh at how cute she was acting, but saemi didn’t appreciate her dad laughing.
“don’t laugh!”
“flower, that was just one of my old performances. yes, me and your uncles were dressed as pirates, but that just a costume,” hongjoong explains.
“costume?”
“yes, like how you dress up when you play pretend, that’s what i do sometimes when i perform.”
“you play pretend?”
“what? no– that’s not what i meant. i meant that i dress up in order to perform depending on the concept we are doing for the stage.”
saemi just looked at him with a deadpanned expression and hongjoong could tell his explanation just went in one ear and out the other.
“okay, uhh... sometimes appa dresses like a pirate and sometimes appa dresses up as other things.”
“like what?”
“well, one time i put on scary makeup and did a scary halloween performance.”
saemi’s eye went wide again as she listened to her father, “i wanna watch,” she tells him. hongjoong hesitates if he should let her watch his old performance or not, even if it wasn’t actually “scary” saemi could still take it as real. “come ooooon, let’s watch it, please~”
hongjoong felt his heart melt as the sight of his daughter’s puppy-dog eyes and he immediately gave in, “okay, but don’t tell your mom it scares you. i don’t want to get in trouble again,” he says and saemi nods before clapping with a smile on her face.
“yay!”
after the two watched the video, hongjoong could tell that saemi was a little freaked out by the makeup he and the others were wearing.
“see it’s not real, it’s just makeup and all fake,” he tries to tell her, but saemi was already jumping off the couch and running down the hall to where you and narae were. hongjoong immediately got up to chase after his eldest.
── warnings. allusion to kidnapping + hair grabbing/pulling + getting injured + tied to a chair + throwing knives + assumed murder + blood
── word count ݁ ⩇⩇:⩇⩇ ⠀712
── early access. @teeztheflag :: @closer-stars :: @barsformars ::
── developer’s note. this is just something short but i do want to do a longer fic with this concept of trickster!joong. this is just me testing the waters lol. let me know what you think!!
the only sound that you could hear right now were the sounds of your heart thumping impossibly loud in your ears. you felt like the organ was no longer in your chest, but in your throat and if you did anymore running then you possibly throw it up.
you tried your best not to reveal your hiding place, but damn was it hard to breathe. your lungs basically on fire from all the running.
damn, how did this even happen? how did you allow yourself to be tricked so easily by him. maybe that’s why he “jokingly” called himself the “trickster” but now you think about it maybe he wasn’t joking at all.
“awe, my sweet little muse, where did you go? i know you’re not trying to runaway from me,” he says and you could hear his familiar giggle that at first you thought was cute, and kind of sexy, but now terrifies you.
if he finds you, he will surely kill you. there’s no doubt about it, you’ve already pissed him off to no return by running away from him and hiding. if you can just make it to the exit, then you make a run for help.
you if you can only make it to the exit...
his little giggle resonates through the corridor once more, but it sounds closer than ever and you clamp a hand over your mouth. eyes staring widely and your senses on full alert as you can only hope he doesn’t open the locker you’re hiding in.
go away, go away, go away, go away, is all you can repeated think as you listen to his heavy footsteps hit the floor. almost to a sinister type of beat. like he was getting a joy out of searching for you and you could nothing but feel helpless.
“come on~ i’m getting tired of this hide and seek bullshit!” he shouts before hitting his bat against the wall not to far from where you are hiding. tears start to stream down your face as you can slowly feel the light of hope escape you.
it’s only a matter of time before–
“found you~” he laughs as he wrenches the door, his laugh echoing in your ears as he grabs you by your hair and pulls you from your hiding spot.
“no! no! please! hongjoong! don’t do this please! let me go!” you shout and scream and kick as he drags you by your hair before promptly throwing you back into the room you escaped from.
the recording room.
the recording room that hongjoong trapped you in and recorded your screams for his sick pleasure of using them in his songs. your screams, cries for help, and wailing cries; he captured them all with a sick grin on his face.
then you watched as he entered the recording booth where he had you tied to a chair, “if you won’t be a good muse and stay then i’ll treat you like a bad muse and force you to comply,” you remember him telling you as he tied you to the chair.
the binds around your limbs loosen and you turn to look at him in shock; however his face was emotionless.
“go on before i change my mind,” he says and you quickly dash out of the chair and out of the room and towards the nearest exit.
it was right there! the bright red sign reading EXIT was right the–
you suddenly fell to the ground with a cry as you felt pain all throughout your body. doing your best you turned to see hongjoong with that sinister smile on his face as he holds his throwing knives between his fingers. you can’t help but glare at him before turning to try and crawl to the exit.
“awe, did you really think i was going to let you leave?” he says as he walks closer to your slowly bleeding out body. his bat dragging across the floor like it was some type of dead weight and you’re almost there!
your bloody hand reaches for the door, barely just a few fingertips away that you taste freedom and then–
your hand falls limps to the ground and hongjoong’s laugh is the only thing resonating throughout the corridor.
summary hongjoong had everything anyone could want in life. however, none of that truly made him happy. hongjoong wanted more in life that a set in stone destiny. he wanted to create his own destiny, even if it meant throwing the only life he knew away.
warnings thunder storm / lightning + language + mentions of shipwrecks / drowning / death
hongjoong was awaken by the sounds of loud thunder clapping violently from outside the ship and as soon as his eyes opened, the cabin he was in was filled with a bright white light from the lightning that came from outside as well.
looking over the other crew members, he was surprised to see all of them fast asleep like a storm wasn’t raging on outside.
hongjoong wasn’t use to storms, always having been protected by the thick stones of palace he grew up in. he can’t help but wonder how long it will take for him to get use to these thunderous storms.
are you afraid of storms? surely with how strong and brave you appear, you can’t be afraid of some rain and thunder.
but what if you are?
are you laying awake in your cabin by yourself listening to the rain violently hit against the wood of the ship? do you flinch whenever lightning strikes?
hongjoong can’t help but worry for you and he finds himself quietly getting out of his hammock and making his way to the captain’s cabin – to your cabin.
he’s pelted with rain as soon as he steps onto the deck and he quickly runs to your cabin, not even bothering to knock as he opens to the door and closes it behind him.
“what the hell are you doing?” you voice is about as harsh as the rain as he turns to look at you with wide eyes. you are quick to jump out of bed to grab a spare blanket that he can use to somewhat dry off.
“i-i-i was worried... about you,” he stutters out and you quirk an eyebrow up at him in confusion. “because of the storm. i didn’t know if you were afraid of it or not and i know t-that since you’re alone in here–
“i can assure you that i’m not afraid of some thunder, but thank you for your concern, prince,” you laugh, cutting off his rambling and hongjoong can’t help but blush at how embarrassed he feels now. he watches as you move over to a chest by your bed and open it before grabbing some clothes and throwing them on your bed. “those are some of wooyoung’s clothes, go ahead and change into them.”
“thank you, captain,” he says still feeling the heat on his cheeks as he watches you turn around so he could change.
“are you afraid of storms, prince?” you ask after several minutes of silence with the rustling of clothes and the rain outside being the only real noise between you two.
“um, i’m not sure. i mean i was never afraid of it back at the palace, so no?”
“storms on land are different from ones at sea, especially when they come from nowhere,” you explain and hongjoong wonders why you say that. “if a ship isn’t prepare for a storm bad things happen,” you continue, “ships get wrecks, sailors get thrown into the ocean and eventually drown and die with no one ever knowing what happened to you.”
“that’s horrible,” hongjoong whispers and you hum in agreement.
“but that’s the price every sailor pays to be able to sail the sea. you must be prepared for anything, even death.”
it was like everything you do slowly started to make sense to the young ex-prince. “that’s why you’re so protective over everyone on board. as captain you don’t want anyone to die.”
“that’s exactly right,” to be honest, hongjoong felt like he could never compare to you when it came to being a leader. he was born and raised and taught to be a leader but never truly wanted to be a leader. a king. and yet here you are being everything he couldn’t.
“you’re a true leader, captain.”
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you woke up this morning with a headache. no, you weren’t even fully awake before felt a pain throbbing through your skull.
you let out a soft groan as you tried to hide under the covers, seeking out one of the two warm bodies that were on either side of you. however, you left side was cold and you opened one eye to see that hongjoong was no longer in bed.
groaning one more, you turned over to see jongho still in bed and you immediately sought out his warmth and comfort. you his your face in the crook of his neck, your limbs entangling themselves with his.
the two of lay like that for a while as you silent hope to sleep the headache away, but an hour passes and you neither go back to sleep or get rid of the headache. with an annoyed huff, you carefully move away from jongho and roll out of bed and make your way down the hall to find your other boyfriend.
you walk into the kitchen to be met with the back of his recently dyed brown hair.
“hongjoooong,” you drag with a pout and said male immediately turns to you at the sound of your distressed tone.
“oh, my baby, what’s wrong?” he asks as he take you into his arms.
“i have a headache and woke up to you not in bed,” you tell him hiding your face in his chest. hongjoong pets the top of the head, making sure to press a quick kiss to it as well before he is moving the both of you over to the cabinet with the medicine.
hongjoong gets an aspirin out handing it to you as he grabs a cold water bottle out of fridge, “hey, y/n, take this,” you thank him before doing as he asked.
“can we go back to bed, it’s too early especially on a saturday,” you say with a slight pout as you take hongjoong’s hand into yours. you can still feel the effects of your headache and you cringe a little at the pain.
hongjoong frowns at the sight of you in pain before quickly agreeing and leading you back to the bedroom where jongho is just now waking up. he watches you and hongjoong crawl back into bed and you let out a soft coo at how cute he is when just waking up.
“morning,” he says as you cuddle up to him while the older male shoots jongho a smile before leaning over to kiss his cheek.
“y/n has a headache so we’re staying in bed for a little while longer,” hongjoong explains quietly noticing how you were quickly drifting off back to sleep. jongho nods as both males get comfortable before the three of you eventually drift off back to sleep.
