I read the wolfdog hybrid story and I am losing my mind a little. So feral I am foaming at the mouth.
Such a precious boy just wants to be good and never experienced care before.
I need him to die from embarassment when reader finds out and then go crazy when he realizes that reader is not put off in the slightest
Thank you so much for sharing. He's living in my mind rent free.
Anon, you put such a smile on my face 💕🥹
Foaming at the mouth with you :))
He’d definitely be embarrassed about this especially in the beginning. Right after just getting adopted. He never had a bed of his own, was never given treats, never got scratches between the ears.
So yeah, when he suddenly starts to get all this care and more, he doesn’t know what to do with it. He’d be super stiff and awkward and a little mean too. Because nothing ever came without a price.
He’d make comments like “I bet you’d now rather have adopted someone else” or “bet you wish I was different”. It was less to be rude, and more to coax the response he was expecting. That he was indeed not enough.
But time passed, and he slowly realized he’s actually being cared for. He’s actually loved. And poor him wouldn’t know what to do with that either. He’d still be stiff and awkward but a lot less mean, and a lot more overprotective.
Especially when the response to his baiting would always be “you’re perfect the way you are”.
The turning point would be when he awkwardly asks for head scratches, and she lights up. He would shortcut a little because he spent the last half an hour pep talking himself into asking her. Because he was scared deep down she’d shoo him away. So when she didn’t? When she happily patted her lap? Yeah, he was done for.
Hiii! I have no idea if u do requests or asks. But I read ur wolfdog hybrid fic and it gave me an idea—
a black cat hybrid who wasn’t adopted bc of black cat stigma, and ur thoughts on that :P
I loved that fic by the way, I’m only a mild freak but I’m obsessed with the idea of animal hybrids and how they work lol
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Ohhhhh, I love that anon. And yes I do take requests and asks :)) I’ll keep the black cat hybrid gender neutral since you didn’t mention a preference.
Black cat hybrid would definitely be a bit stuck up in my opinion. Because to them, not getting adopted means people are just stupid. They’re a cat after all lol.
They would be incredibly wary of everyone and maybe tolerate one person at the shelter. Maybe.
Black cat stigma would mean the black cat hybrid has been mistreated before landing themselves in the shelter.
If they do eventually get adopted, black cat hybrid would put up an attitude because they want to prove to themselves that all humans are the same. Imagine being served salmon and them tossing it across the room. They would expect anger, resentment. The first crack in their composure would be if you said something like “I’ve never met a cat who doesn’t like salmon! What about tuna? Oh, I have beef too if you don’t fancy aquatic animals”.
Because no one in their life gave them options and that would make the tiniest crack in their walls.
I'm not sure if you write for König, but if you do here is my request! >w<
König with a civilian he adopted as his little sister. He seems like he would make the best big brother.
That’s actually really adorable:))
I see it happening if König and his team had to get rid of some terrorists and they didn’t know there were children involved. So I’d imagine that little girl to be the daughter of a terrorist they killed. He would really debate just giving her up to an orphanage, but the way she clings to him really awakened an urge to take care of her. So he would ultimately end up adopting her. I don’t see him take a fatherly role, but more of a big brother.
Would definitely hire a live in nanny. With how much he is deployed, the little girl would end up being raised mainly by the nanny. But he would always call to check in and bring a lot of gifts from wherever he was deployed. Would probably even get the nanny a car to drive the kid everywhere, and would send a lot more money than they need.
I do see him eventually start a relationship with said nanny though.
Can I make a weird request. Kinda like a next day after intimacy with brahms, it just the roles switched and brahms having to take care of the reader cause the cant walk. I just think it be funny and fluffy. Also he doesnt know many chores so the next day it be up to us to clean up 😂
Note: I haven’t realized I have so many requests in my inbox since I was not here much, so my apologies for the delay lol anywayyyyy I love this idea
days with you
Brahms x reader
As the morning sun broke through the window, you found yourself gently rolling over and away from it. Although it wasn’t long until an arm wrapped itself around you and pulled you closer. Brahms pressed himself against your back, his nose nuzzling your hair. It was quite cute, you thought to yourself, that even in his sleep, he can’t stand being too far from you. As you slowly opened your eyes, and the soreness hit your body, you started to recall the events that brought you into this situation.
Your memories were slightly foggy, maybe due to the lack of feeling in your legs, or maybe you were still too tired to think straight. Either way, you didn’t care too much, for even the little clarity you had that early morning was enough to fill your stomach with butterflies.
“No Brahms! How many times do I have to tell you? Throwing tantrums isn’t going to make me want to help you with any chores!” you yelled around the room, hearing his footsteps in the walls.
He didn’t talk much, not when he was angry anyway. After some years spent together, you decided it was time he learns how to do chores himself too. Initially he didn’t take it well, but it was understandable, all his life he had people do things for him. After a while though, he started to help, he realized it made you happy and realized that the happier you were, the more you will praise him and do what he wants.
“Stop acting this way! I’m tired too! And I’m done with your crap!” you yelled again, but this time, there were no footsteps. Was he ignoring you? The thought of it made you even angrier and for once, you weren’t going to go after him. And so you didn’t. You continued with your day, with no Brahms in sight.
As the night approached, you started to feel bad and worry. He didn’t come out for dinner, didn’t come for a shower, didn’t come in the room as you were changing. You realized he was probably really sad or really angry and you didn’t know which was worse. Either way it was you who’d have to deal with the tantrums. But to his credit, ever since you two became a thing, he has tried to get better. Which is why he didn’t break half the house in rage, but preferred to keep his distance.
You decided you had to find him. Both of you had a whole day to cool down and it was time to talk. As you made your way through the walls and to his old room, you found him sitting on the bed. Even with his mask on you could feel him stare right into your soul.
“Brahms..” you said.
“Leave.” he responded, his deep voice filling the room.
“I’m not leaving until we talk” you stood your ground.
He didn’t respond, just stood up and started to talk towards you. “Leave” he repeated, heavier this time. Yes, he was trying to intimidate you, you it was having the opposite effect. He stood there, towering over you. It was moments like these your height difference hit you. You just kept looking at him and you could feel him tense up. Was he really that angry with you?
Without realizing, your hand ended up resting on the side of his mask. But it was just for a moment, because he grabbed your hand and pushed it away. You looked at your hand and then at him again, even in his anger he was still being gentle. You didn’t want to keep poking the bear, but you also didn’t want to leave things as they were, so, in a very little thought decision, you ripped his mask off and kissed him. Your heart stopped for a second, lips on his, not moving at all. You only felt yourself breathe again when he kissed you back, although it was a very angry and eager kiss. His big hand holding you by the back of your head, keeping you in place, while your arms wrapped themselves around his neck. The kiss was hungry, full on emotion, and you knew in that moment you weren’t going to be able to walk the next morning.
“Brahms..” you said, rolling over to face him, gently tracing his features with your finger.
“Hm?” he mumbled, in a mix of child like voice and adult.
“It’s starting to get late, we should get up”
“I don’t want to, Y/N” he responded with the voice of a child.
“Well, I’m hungry” you pleated, giving him a smile.
After some back and forth he stood up and you did too, or better said, you tried too. Because the second your legs were forced to support you, they gave up on you. As your body met the floor, Brahms turned to you worried and kneeled down.
“Y/N?” his voice was concerned, eyes widened, looking at you
“I’m fine... I can’t feel my legs..”
He looked at you for a while, worried at first, not knowing what was wrong. As he saw you rub your lower abdomen, it hit him, and worry turned into a smirk as he helped you up and back in the bed.
“Rest” he said, and kissed the top of your head.
“So you’ll do the chores today?” you smirked, getting comfortable again, almost rubbing it in his face that he did it to himself.
As realization hit him, he bit his tongue. He was going to have to do the chores himself. He knew how to do his chores, but he had no idea about yours. He didn’t know white clothes shouldn’t be washed together with red ones, so now he got himself a few pink shirts. Nor he had any idea how long you’re supposed to cook something for, granted, a little burnt and crispy meal wasn’t gonna kill anyone.
Brahms didn’t go a few hours before coming back into your shared room and pick you up, still completely naked, and carry you downstairs. He didn’t say anything but you knew he needed help. The day consisting of him carrying you around and you pointing out to him how everything needed to be done, trying not to think too much about the rest of the messes you would have to clean up the next day.
You tried your best not to chuckle when he did something stupid, you knew that would hurt him. Instead you opted for encouragements, seeing that always worked with Brahms. The more you praise him, the more likely he is to do what you want. It kept him happy and gave you some peace.
As the day went by, your legs started to feel better and so you tried to help him here and there. Ultimately you found yourself in bed again, his head nuzzling your chest. You gazed at him, taking in his features and your nails gently scratched his back. Being around Brahms did have its ups and downs, but he was trying and he was slowly getting better and that’s what really mattered to you.
Hello? Requesting something supportive and comforting... Platonic...
Kuai Liang is reader's teacher, and reader is preparing for the battle, so staying up late. Reader feels very nervous, so Grandmaster Subzero cheer them up.
Wish you luck, inspiration and a lot of tasty food!!! With best regards <3
Thank you anon! Wish you the best! I made the reader gender neutral since you didn’t mention which you wanted :))
The night was slowly setting, but Y/N made no attempt to stop. Hour after hour passed, their body’s exhaustion starting to show, yet still, Y/N kept going. Other Lin Kuei members tried to get them to stop, but it was as if they were talking to an empty room. There was no response and Y/N gave no reaction.
Time kept passing, and as now all Lin Kuei members returned to their rooms, Y/N found themselves all alone, not that they noticed. Y/N also hasn’t noticed when Sub Zero leaned over the doorway, nor did they know for how long he was there for. There was nothing odd in him staying up so late, but it was unusual when he wasn’t the only one roaming around the Lin Kuei quarters at 2 in the morning.
“Y/N” he spoke, but there was no response.
“Y/N” he tried again.
It took two more calls, and for him to physically restrain them from Y/N to stop.
“Grandmaster! My apologies, I have not seen you”
“I know. It’s quite alright. But Y/N, you need rest. You’re barely standing anymore”
“I can’t Grandmaster. I’m scared, the fight is tomorrow and I don’t feel prepared”
“Not sleeping isn’t going to make you any more prepared. On the contrary. Unless you rest, your body will give up on you when you most need it”
Y/N frowned and looked down. Sub Zero was right, but it wasn’t like they could just shut off their anxiety. Oh how easy life would be if that case. Y/N looked up again. They have always truly respected Sub Zero and they knew he felt the same. They wish they were more like him. Calm and cold, just like ice.
Their Grandmaster smiled, and placed his hand on their shoulder.
“Y/N, whether or not you win this fight, you will always have a home here with the Lin Kuei. You’ve trained so hard, you are one of my best students. And now it’s time you rest”
“But there is just so much to do still. I can’t stop now”
“You have to. You can barely stand. You won’t do any better if you collapse”
Y/N looked down again. “Alright Grandmaster”
“Come on now, I will serve you some tea, it will help you ease your mind and sleep”.
And so Y/N followed him out and they had tea together in the back gardens, it was cold, but cold is what they needed to cool their mind. By the time the drink was gone, Y/N found themselves yawning, which made Sub Zero happy. It was about time they finally get some rest.
