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🌾 a homecoming, a rebirth

with nowhere else to go, single, pupped omega thg finds a home on alpha ygi’s farmland

🏷️ a/b/o, angst, strangers to lovers, social ostracism, mpreg, slow burn, competence kink, explicit sexual content, tender pregnancy sex, 9k

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hello! i just wanted to check in and ask how you’re doing? :> i love love love the night kept coming and can’t wait to see whats in store for the final chapter 🤍

hi hi sweet friend! i’m doing well thank you, just getting back into writing after a brief hiatus which makes me very happy🩷 i’m so glad you like tnkc! it’s my baby, and i appreciate every reader who enjoys the story. thank you so much for telling me, truly. i’ve been working on the finale and another surprise, so keep an eye out! i’ll be updating soon. xoxoxo

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Also, I like your moodboards. As much as I like moodboards, I have a certain interest in landscape or design pictures. If you're into worldbuilding and don't mind making moodboards of it, I would like to see if you can picture like.. the town or the forest or even their nest and pack house interiors of sort. For example what Jungkook's nest looks like or how the Kim's pack village compared to the others. If you're interested and have the time of course. I also first heard of moodboards from tumblr. And I always paid attention to the moodboards (and banners) of fanfics I read. I enjoy the creativity really

i’m glad you enjoy the moodboards! i find them somewhat tedious to compile so it really makes me happy to know someone likes them 🩷 i’ll try to make some for the requested spaces and maybe post them here? thanks so much for the idea xoxoxo

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Hi again. I've been re-reading your TNKC and I still can't quite catch these, so if you don't mind answering my questions...? Did Y/N participate in the eradication of the sixth clan? If so, does that mean Y/N's mother's clan the seventh clan? Because I thought her mother's clan was the sixth, who previously lived in the mountains before the Park's claim it. After reading it again, I kind of picked up that Yoongi knows that Y/N had participated in previous massacre when they were talking about the block of ice. Also this:

“After Jeon insulted my father by insinuating the Parks had stolen away his omega son, I was included in a discussion on whether to capitalize on the offense and take the Jeon Pack like we’d taken the Continent’s sixth pack so many generations ago,”

You said "we" instead of "they" so I kind of assume that Y/N once participated. I'm really thankful if you'd clear my head with some answers. As I've said before, I really like your writing style so thank you for sharing your wiritings. Trying to decipher the meanings between the lines is also fun to me

hi! thank you so much for reading and considering the (perhaps somewhat convoluted) world building.

there are currently five packs on the continent: kim, park, jeon, liang, shin. many generations ago, a sixth was settled near the mountain. the parks eradicated them and took the territory many, many years before anyone alive on the continent today was born. this was back when the continent was still being settled. the ‘we’ in the excerpt you included was referencing parks as a whole.

unlike the kim pack who all live in one large settlement, the parks are dotted around the mountain. there was previously a cluster of families near the peak who were unofficially “led” by an alpha who sought to challenge the then-park pack alpha. this pack alpha was oc’s paternal grandmother. oc’s mother was part of the peak’s clan. oc’s paternal grandmother ordered the peak’s clan be wiped out due to the coup, and that’s where oc’s father met her mother.

this was a rather confusing answer i think, but i hope it provided some clarity! i’ll be going through and editing the earlier chapters once i post the finale, so i’ll try and make all of this more clear. thanks again for reading! xo

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some of my favorite hybrid/littlespace fics i’ve posted to twt 💗

https://twitter.com/badkittymimi?s=21&t=uz5FFuhwCLiFzmTH_XWz3A

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and the spring day came at last (05.28 update)

friends! i don’t monitor this account frequently, so i’m blown away at the kind comments this drabble received. i posted it to my twitter (@/badkittymimi) and received a similarly wonderful response, so i embarked upon a mission to actually write this as a longer, complete one shot. i’m at about 10k right now and anticipate it will be published to ao3 very soon. the new version has smut and lots of hurt/comfort if you’re into that, so be on the lookout!

thank you everyone for reading, and please visit my twitter if you wish to see more content from me. i write a lot of nsfw, soft sfw age regression fics, and random drabbles that are both nsfw and sfw.

much love to you all! talk soon when i’m finished telling pup koo and mafia man jimin’s story 💗 until then, here’s a sneak peek of the new moodboard and a snippet of dialogue exclusive to tumblr 🫣

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☀️GOLDEN HEART, STARDUST SOUL💫

The path to humanity is nonlinear, but Jimin worked for three years as a tour guide at Jeju Island's Greek Mythology Museum. If anyone can teach Sun God Yoongi what it means to live and love, it’s him.

Or: Jimin unwittingly summons a lonely God, and Yoongi answers.

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and the spring day came at last

🐶puppy hybrid!jungkook x gangster!jimin

🏷️ in which mob boss jimin is seeking companionship and shelter hybrid jungkook has lost hope of ever finding a good home.

❗️references to gang violence perpetrated by jimin; hybrid mistreatment, specifically use of shock collars, though NOT perpetrated by jimin; hurt 'n' sad puppy boy koo but he eventually gets love ‘n’ care i promise <3

Romance always bloomed with the cherry blossoms, and Jimin was determined not to spend another spring alone.

It was difficult finding true companionship as a businessman who ran the underside of Seoul’s economy, but there truly was nothing that money could not buy and Jimin had long-since earned wealth in excess. Though expensive, a hybrid would be the perfect companion as they technically could never leave him and would be grateful for whatever shred of affection he managed to show.

When it came down to it, there really was no way Jimin could've gotten his hybrid anywhere other than Seoul's Second Chances. While he could easily adopt the rarest and best-trained breeds, there was something undeniably cruel to him about leaving sentient beings to wither away with the dying hope of being rehoused. Even he, with his bloody hands and cold reputation, could recognize that.

So there he was, the only customer in the huge shelter that opened after-hours for the CEO. Most of the hybrids were fast asleep in their tiny, cell-like rooms, but sniffling on the other side of door forty-three had him pausing. This was the only room without a window for potential adopters to peek through, and there was a strange red tag tied around the handle. This door had more locks secured to the outside than even the exotics' a few aisles back.

Jimin stopped walking.

"Oh! Mr. Park, sir, he’s nothing to consider. I can wake up some of the other hybrids if you'd like?" The owner said, noticing where his attention had drifted. The owner was human just as Jimin, but something about him was strongly reminiscent of a weasel. "We have some very well behaved Main Coons and Labradors just down the hall. Domestics are perfect for first-time owners."

If anything, his vague dissuasion had Jimin only further interested in what, who, lied beyond this door. Visions of a grizzly the size of Namjoon or a pit viper more poisonous than Yoongi flashed before his eyes, and he felt the intrigue growing.

"Tell me about this one," He ordered, pointing a ringed finger toward the mysterious door number forty-three.

The owner squirmed, obviously not liking where the conversation was headed.

"He’s a mutt, sir. A dog with no distinguishing characteristics other than his hostility. He’s a biter and will never be rehomed because of it. A very bad boy all around. We're keeping him here until the President finally passes the bill to put down dangerous hybrids. Now, if you'd like me to wake up—"

Jimin was a man who enjoyed challenges, and being denied one so blatantly did not sit well with him, nor did the clear lack of a second chance this unnamed hybrid was given. Wasn't that this shelter's whole brand? So what if the mutt was vicious; wasn't it their job to train it out of him?

Besides, maybe Jimin could make do with a mean beast of a hybrid. Most of his dealings were.... Less than savory and not exactly above board, so perhaps a guard dog would be the perfect replacement for Hoseok. He'd grown tired of seeing his good friend laying his life on the line for him everyday.

"I want to see this one," he said, an air of finality in his voice.

This was the tone he used when making offers no one could refuse, and the owner seemed to realize that. He nodded without another word, pulling a set of keys from his belt and a small remote out of his pocket. As he began unlocking an unnerving amount of bolts, the owner passed the remote to Jimin.

"You can press the red button for three seconds if he tries to bite, Mr. Park. I advise against any sudden movements or close contact, and there shouldn't be a problem. Knock when you're ready to come out," he explained quickly, as if he was ready for Jimin to take a look at the mutt and move on to a real sale.

What a prick. If he wasn't inches from the nameless, faceless hybrid that had captured his attention by reputation alone, Jimin would've decked him. That was saying something: the CEO didn't like to get his hands dirty; his rings were too expensive to bloody up. As soon as the heavy metal door creaked open, Jimin couldn't resist going inside, curiosity at an all time high.

Whatever he was expecting, it wasn't this.

The owner had shut him in with the supposed wild beast, but Jimin merely felt like he was in Namjoon's bedroom. It was monk-like with no decor or personal items like he'd seen in other rooms, but books were stacked high against the wall. His eyes caught on a few titles atop the piles, and he was confused to see the most boring assortment of texts possible. It was as if the hybrid's collection was intentionally devoid of anything that could be pleasurable or stimulating.

Other than the books, there was only a single mattress on the floor, so flat it was barely inches from the ground. Atop the mattress was the supposed aggressive, hopeless, bloodthirsty biter.

Two furry ears flopped across a tangled mess of dark hair, just visible from where the majority of the hybrid was cocooned in one of the standard issue blankets he'd noticed in every room. Large doe eyes peeked out at Jimin from a gap in the fabric, and the dark pools were sadder than any he'd ever seen before. Something like alarm and fear swirled within them, and as Jimin stepped further into the room, the blanket tightened around the small form perched atop the mattress. He looked like a child, a pup, and a terrified one at that.

"Hello," Jimin said evenly, allowing a rare ounce of kindness to warm his tone.

The hybrid made no move to speak, and, acting on impulse, Jimin sat down directly on the floor. His Brioni suit trousers had never touched anything as grimy as the cold tile of this hybrid's cell, but the act of ease was one made instinctively. Perhaps the little thing wouldn't tremor so violently if he wasn't being towered over.

"My name is Park Jimin, and I'm looking for a friend to come home with me," he explained politely when the silence had stretched too long.

The smile on his face was a foreign thing, but he knew from his mother's cooing that it made him look much softer. So he simply beamed at the unidentifiable mass on the bed, refusing to speak another word until the hybrid did. His intentions had to become clear when the room grew uncomfortably silent and he didn't move to break it.

The hybrid shuffled slightly, peering down at him with mistrust and a little bit of what looked like awe. Finally, a very timid voice sung out from beneath the bundles of fabric.

"Bad dogs can’t have friends, sir," he said, the words spoken in such a way that Jimin knew he was repeating something he'd been told before, maybe many times. The hurt tenor in his voice sent a pang straight through Jimin's heart of ice.

Jimin got the sense that this puppy wanted a friend very, very much.

At this, the smile Jimin had painted on his face dimmed. Ever so gently, he asked, "And why do you think you're a bad dog, hm? You sound rather polite to me."

The hybrid's eyes left him for the first time, peering down shamefully at the floor. For a moment, Jimin thought he wouldn't answer. They both knew he had been told about the hybrid’s history of biting, but for some reason, Jimin wanted to hear it from the pup himself. Someone so quiet and shy couldn't be a vicious creature like he'd been made out to be. It just wasn't adding up.

"Only bad dogs bite their owners," the dog mumbled softly, hastily adding, "sir" to the end of his confession.

Surprise jolted through Jimin's chest as he realized tears were rapidly welling up in the puppy’s dark eyes. Living with the brand of a bad dog was killing him, that much was obvious. Jimin could practically hear his heart break as he spoke. The man's instincts were rarely wrong, and Jimin's were telling him that this hybrid was a very good boy indeed.

"Why did you bite your owner?" He asked softly, trying his best to avoid sounding judgmental.

Though most of his face was still covered, Jimin could hear the pout in his voice as he said, "He pressed the button too much, sir."

Jimin didn't understand until the hybrid’s eyes flicked at the remote loosely held between his fingers, looking away quickly after like the sight alone hurt him. Still, Jimin didn't know what his words or the remote meant. He said as much, and the pup hesitated for a very long time. Those big eyes looked over every inch of his face for a few stretched moments before apparently finding what he was hoping for. What it was, Jimin hadn't a clue.

Jimin had seen men get their brains blown out more times than he cared to think about, but nothing had ever disturbed him more than the sight revealed to him when the hybrid unraveled himself from the blanket. The fabric pooled around his hips to unveil an oversized jumper drowning tense shoulders and clenched fists, but what really got his attention was the heavy black collar fastened around the pup’s slender throat. Unlike the other collars he'd seen on hybrids, this one had a small box on the side, and Jimin assumed it was responsible for the violently red and purple ring burned into the hybrid’s pale skin.

Jimin dropped the remote like it burned his fingers, and the hybrid flinched at the sound of it clattering against the floor.

They'd put an electric shocking collar on this little puppy boy, a device that was rarely used for the most feral of predators. If Jimin were anyone else, he would be sick or maybe cry. But he was Park Jimin, and all he wanted to do was burn down the world. Maybe he would, after his hybrid was safely holed up in his penthouse suite, far from any danger that could ever befall him again. Yes, that sounded like a grand idea; coming home to the sweet pup after tearing apart everyone who had ever mistreated a defenseless thing like him.

"I think I see now," he said quietly, and he did. He saw it all quite clearly. "You've been very polite when speaking to me, and I can see it in your eyes that you're a good puppy. It's your previous owner who was bad, and the man who runs this shelter is bad, too. Is that right? I don't think you have it in you to be a bad dog, baby."

He was right, of course, and, almost in disbelief, the hybrid affirmed his words with an eager nod. His black ears flapped with the movement and Jimin was hopelessly endeared. More tears spilled down the pup’s cheeks as he looked at Jimin like he was an angel sent from heavens he'd almost started to believe weren't real. How could the sheltered hybrid know that sitting before him was the devil himself? But from the way this puppy boy regarded Jimin, nothing could make him believe the actual, ugly truth.

The longer he stared, those tears turned into tiny rivulets trickling down his red cheeks. Jimin fought the urge to wipe them away, suspecting that he’d never let the poor thing go when they finally touched.

"Do you want to come home with me? You'll never have to wear a collar like that again. All you'll have to do is be the good puppy I know you are," Jimin said softly, almost crooning at the hybrid. "I'll take the best care of you. You'll be so happy and safe, forever."

Jimin was saying the words quite clearly, but they were foreign in his voice. Never before had he spoken so warmly to anyone, let alone a hybrid he'd met minutes ago. The fury he felt at the realization of these circumstances had given way to something strange and much more terrifying. An overwhelming sense of affection had gripped his heart when the boy nodded so desperately at his first question. He'd been treated so poorly, so unfairly, and yet he could still look with eyes that twinkled like stars; he looked that way at Jimin.

Yes, Jimin was determined for this to work out, and he always got what he wanted.

"Yes, sir, please. Please wanna go with you," he answered so quietly it was a mere whisper. The response was nearly drowned out by the sound of dull thumping just behind him, and as Jimin stood, he saw the long black tail wagging with excitement. It nearly sent him back to the floor, knees threatening to give out.

Fondness for the sweet little thing warmed his body so genuinely that it came as a shock. In the span of one short conversation, this hybrid had melted the icy shield around his heart and wiggled his way in. If he didn't step outside to get a grip on himself right then, Jimin knew he would do something irrational like sweep the puppy into a hug and murmur promises of all the good things to come.

"Good. I'd like that very much," Jimin said sincerely, understating just how overwhelming his want was. "And no more calling me sir, please. I'm your Jiminie, and you're my good puppy. Do you have another name you want me to call you?”

The puppy wiggled a little bit at the praise and said shyly, “My name’s Jungkookie, b-but I like it lots when—when you call me ‘good puppy.’”

The admission sent a pretty pink blush rising up to the pup’s cheeks, and Jimin hummed in satisfaction.

“Well, good puppy, pick out your favorite books; we're going home."

Jimin's promises were golden and even more rare because he never broke them. The hybrid smiled so brightly it nearly stole his breath, the utter joy emanating from him so pure and all because of him. Yes, they would stay like this forever. He was sure of it.

+

The shelter owner had quaked earlier at Jimin's no nonsense tone, but this low, ever so calm register was the one he truly should be afraid of. When Jimin grew unnervingly quiet, it was because he was beside himself with rage. This was the side of him that ran Seoul's underground with an iron fist and empty conscience. This was the man who ordered death and destruction like it was Sunday brunch. As he stood in the disorganized clutter of Second Chance's main office, Jimin was moments away from doing just that.

"I don't give a fuck about your bullshit sealed history policy. You'll give me the name of her previous owner, and you'll do it right goddamn now before I really grow impatient. You're lucky I haven’t had your neck snapped for putting that ugly fucking shocking contraption on her," Jimin seethed, monstrous anger biting in every syllable.

The last time he’d been this angry, his gang had laid siege over every outfit south of the Han; it was the start of Park Jimin’s terrible reign. The owner seemed to realize then that he was in grave danger.

Jimin had lied, though. The owner was already dead, and he had been since the moment Jimin laid eyes on his pup in that atrocious collar. The only reason the owner still breathed was because he was the only one here to take care of the hybrids for the night. Hoseok was under orders to see him disposed of the minute employees arrived the next morning; he'd texted the situation to his enforcer right after leaving his pup. Hoseok sent question mark emojis at the delay in wiping out the man who had mistreated the hybrid, but Jimin had his reasons. The thought of other creatures like his sweet boy left all alone broke the heart Jimin just remembered he had, so the owner would live for a few more hours.

But there was no reality in which he went unpunished for locking that shock collar on Park Jimin’s hybrid.

"Sir, I'm so sorry, sir. I'll get the file now. You have to understand, he nearly took off three of his fingers. We had to use precautions. Please don't–"

Jimin turned before he finished, not wanting to waste another moment with the scum. As he left the office, he called over his shoulder for the man to deliver the file to his driver. Hoseok would get a good look at him then, the man he’d make disappear in a few short hours. It was a familiar dance for his head enforcer; there wasn’t a hit that Jimin fulfilled without Hoseok having a hand in it.

The walk back to door number forty-three was relatively short, but Jimin appreciated the moment of silence to process this night.

When he entered Second Chances, he had prepared to leave with a tough companion to share his life with. Now, for the first time in a long time, he couldn't think straight because of a pretty face with doe eyes that looked at him like he hung the moon and each star. The thought of coming home to a place that wasn't empty and soulless delighted him more than he cared to admit, and if the puppy kept up the clear admiration he felt for the man, Jimin knew the ache that had grown like mold in his chest these past few years would heal very quickly.

Jimin would be better than he was before with something as sweet as Jungkookie in his life. It felt like spring had arrived in earnest for Jimin after years of cold winter, the gentle caress of affection an unfamiliar and welcome sensation in his heart.

💖💗💓💞💘💝🩷

hi!!! so here’s this… it’s a preview draft of one of the misc works I’ve had written for a long time and just decided to post. this is just the first part as sort of a drabble teaser… I’m going to post the full thing to ao3 eventually if y’all want to read the rest! lmk what you think via the message option.. I’m very curious 🙈

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OKAY BUT I AM SO HYPED FOR THE NIGHT KEPT COMING YOU DO NOT EVEN KNOWWWWW

Also low key if we don't get MC!smut with the alphas at the end of next chapter it will be a fucking *travesty* also hella curious as to what ruts are like compared to heats if you ever wanted to write like a little side story of that!

hiiii friend🥹 thank you so much for messaging me omg it makes me overwhelmingly happy to hear from folks. your enthusiasm is making me want to open my laptop right now and write furiously but alas.. anyway, smut with the alphas you say? what a coincidence; I was JUST writing about Hoseok going down on— oops, nearly wrote too much. guess you’ll have to wait for the next update teehee 💖🩷💘💕💗 (and omg yes OT6 IN RUT AND KOO IN HEAT IM MELTING u broke me with this I’m def gonna write) love youuuuu🩷💗💕💖💘

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I didn't know you have tumblr. I really really love your "the night kept coming". I feel like finding another extremely rare jewel on AO3 (I'm really picky, sorry). I love your writing style and immediately fall in love with your fic. Looking forward to your updates and thank you for sharing your writing.

hi 💖 thank you so, so much for messaging this!! I only posted TNKC to tumblr because i wanted to get some use out of the moodboards i make, but I was unsure if anyone would actually see it! So it makes me super happy to know I have such nice readers to connect with me here <3 and I totally get what you mean about being picky with fics; im the same way! im honored that u feel this way about mine 🥹🥹 thank you again for reading!!! love uuuu 💖💘🩷💓💕💗

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The Night Kept Coming (OT7 x Reader)

Chapter 7/8 is up, and you’re in store for the babiest omega Jungkook and emotionally intelligent Yoongi. Prepare yourself for wolves so sweet they’ll give you cavities. 💜

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in which jimin — leader of seoul’s top gang 875 — saves hookers jungkook and taehyung as a favor to his best enforcer namjoon. what he doesn’t expect is to fall in love and the city to burn for it.

💵 organized crime au

❤️‍🔥 vminkook, sope, namjin

💊 coming soon to ao3

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🌙 fuck your dreams 🐺

chapter six of my bts wolfpack au is up, and it’s several thousand words of pure porn with plot. check it out to read jimin have filthy heat sex while alpha namjoon directs the action! i hope you like!

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newest chapter of my bts ot7 a/b/o pack au is up on ao3! read up before i publish 10k words of smut in the next chapter… it’s gonna get wild yall

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Hii, I just read your story The Night Kept Coming and omg i'm in love. You're such an amazing writer, the descriptions, the characters, the arguments, everything is so good and well written, a piece of art truly. I'm happy I found your writing, can't wait for the next chapters. ❤️

Y’all I’m so — *insert choking sobbing noises*. I posted this fic offhand to tumblr and didn’t really check notifs in months and now I’m seeing all the kind things people are saying…. It really means the world. I never expected everyone to be so positive. This is such a wonderful feeling, knowing that people enjoy my writing. I hope to keep making you happy with my work!!! More updates to come!!!! Thank you so much <3

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the night kept coming

an ot7 a/b/o ao3 fic

four chapters of my omegaverse poly bangtan fic are out now, and i’ve drafted the final four… so proud of this story. give it a read when you get a moment! there’s lots of hurt/comfort, fluff, eventual smut, angst, enemies to lovers… i really checked all the boxes. let me know what you think!

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the night kept coming

… in which you and jimin are exiled from a place that was never really home and find much more than you lost with the kim pack.