#i will make vennec happen

[rackcty]

MOTHER IS HOME

[ausblack]

Law of the nature | Jungkook

Summary: Jungkook hated you and you felt the same way about him. For some reason the two of you couldn’t get along; until one night, when everything changed.

Pairing: Bunny!Jungkook x Vennec fox!Reader

Genre: Angst; FluffFluffFluff; Hybrid!au/ shifter!au

The beef between you and Jungkook started when you two were children. You were both extremely competitive and, apparently, everything began to be a competition between the two of you.

Grades, sport matches, everything was an occasion to beat him and you felt extremely good when you did.

He started to despise you when you beat him at volleyball in school.

Ever since then, you two became enemies.

You went to the same high school and there were both human and shifters as students.

No one knew what hybrid Jungkook was because, apart from his best friends, he never shifted in front of anyone.

You were the same as him.

You hated to shift in front of other people and that was the reason why you always tried to cover your ears and your tail.

Everyone joked about the fact that you and Jungkook were made for each other, because (competition aside) your personalities were pretty similar and you two dressed the same.

You both always wore a beanie to cover up the ears that could eventually come out if something happened, with boots on your feets and blue jeans that covered up your legs.

Even if no one knew what Jungkook was, he managed to be the heartthrob of the school because he was hot and basically good at everything.

Everyone tried to guess what Jungkook was, but they always compared him to big, intimidating animals like tigers, wolves, pumas or lions.

You knew what he was because one time, when he was younger, he didn’t realized that his ears grew in front of you when he was upset because he lost at a game that he was really good at, but you didn’t say anything. You knew that he was probably insicure because everyone compared him to animals that were scary, not cute.

And yes, you hated him, but you weren’t a bad person.

You also felt the same. You didn’t like being a small animal that was fragile in front of other shifters that, in the law of nature, could kill you with just a movement of their paw.

That was the reason why no one knew what you and Jungkook were, and every student in that school was planning to find out what type of hybrid you were hiding(because they were nosy as fuck).

-

“Y/n c’mon let’s go!”

Your friend stormed into your room, making you sigh.

“Shut the fuck up.”

You muttered continuing to play on your computer with headphones on.

“You fucker! You promised me that tonight you were coming with me!”

She screamed closing the computer in front of you.

You looked up at her and you could feel that your ears were growing because she made you upset.

She laughed at you petting your head.

“C’mon foxy, get dressed. There’s no way I’m going to that fucking party alone.”

You got up of your desk, opening your closet. You had promised your best friend that you were going with her to the party but honestly, you weren’t exactly in the mood.

“Why do you want to go so bad anyways.”

You asked scoffing taking out a shirt and some jeans off your closet. Your best friend got up of the bed and threw the clothes on the chair, digging around your wardrobe.

“Because Jin is going to be there and I want to see him.”

She said, giving you more party-like clothes that you accepted without saying anything. Your best friend was the only person that knew what type of hybrid you were and she always put a big effort in helping you when you wanted to hide your animalistic features every now and then. You trusted her with your life but sometimes she could be a little bit clumsy, especially when her crush was around.

“Do you know what that means?”

She asked you playing with her long black tail and you looked at her with a questioning gaze while brushing your hair.

“What?”

“Jungkook’s going to be there as well!”

She screamed jumping around.

“God, why did I have to be friends with a fucking dog.” You whined, looking at the excited Labrador hybrid that was running around your room.

“Are excited foxy? You’re going to be reunited with your true love!”

“Fuck off.”

You cringed at her nickname that she gave you a couple of years ago, putting on some dark lipstick. You looked at your reflection in the mirror, finishing your make up and fixing the clothes that your friend had choose for you.

You usually didn’t like the wear girly clothes, but your best friend loved to make you uncomfortable, so she opted for a slinky leather skirt and a red velvet top with some high heels. You didn’t even remember when you had brought this clothes but they looked cool on you.

If you had to get dressed girl, you sure weren’t going for the cute concept and she knew that, so thought that a sexy style was right for the occasion.

“Damn girl.”

Your friends looked at you up and down with a whistle and you kicked her leg.

She laughed and you smiled at her.

“Let’s go before I change idea.”

-

Your friend drove you to the party, that was held in some frat house you never saw before.

“Who’s house is it?”

You asked her and she stayed silent.

“Why are you not speaking, brat.”

A small smile slipped on her face and you felt your blood boil.

“If this is...”

“It’s Jungkook’s house.”

She interrupted you and you looked at her with wide eyes.

“You motherfucker.”

You growled at her and she gave you an apologetic smile, covering the ears that were growing on your head with her hands.

“I swear to god, I’m going to kill you.”

“Y/n..”

She began to speak, covering you up with a beanie that she kept in her car for you, in case you had an emergency.

“I know that you’re probably really upset but you know that I love you very very much and that I’d do everything for you. So why not let this time slip and just act like nothing ever happened?”

She smiled giving you puppy eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that you know it doesn’t work.”

She pouted and you tried to cover a smile.

“I just want to see Jin and I need you to soppress your hatred for Jungkook, only for a night. I beg you.”

You sighed, getting out of the car that was parked in front of the house.

“All right.”

She smiled at you and she followed you like the puppy she was, almost running towards the front door of the house.

You opened it and the two of you were greeted by a strong scent of alcohol, smoke and the smell of weed.

“I guess the party already began.” You said to your friend and she nodded.

Both humans and hybrid were busy doing their own things.

People on the dancefloor where dancing and grinding on each other, others were making out sitting on the couches of the living room and others where in the kitchen, gulping doing alcoholics like there was no tomorrow.

Out of the three categories, you believed that you were going for the third one.

“I see Jin over there, I’m going to say hi.” Your friend told you and you nodded her giving her a small smile.

When she turned around you sighed.

You were three minutes in and she already left you alone.

The kitchen was full of people but somehow you managed to get inside, pinking up a bottle of vodka and gulping down the transparent liquid inside.

Your throat burned like hell but you didn’t care much about that.

“Woah, shouldn’t you slow down?”

You didn’t need to turned around to recognize that voice.

“Fuck off.”

You said drinking a sip more.

“Just trying to care for you. You know, last time you almost passed out.”

He said chuckling and you could fell your blood boil in your veins once again at the memories that came to your mind.

When you had that competition against Jungkook, because you wanted to see who could drink more.

He won but the victory wasn’t worth it anyways.

“At least I didn’t vomit.”

You said turning around to look at him. You tried to look unfazed but you failed miserably and he noticed smirking at you. Jungkook also looked quickly up and down your body but you didn’t realize. He was extremely hot and you could feel your throat get dry at the sight of him. He had his beanie on his hair, a black shirt that could let everybody see his muscles and a pair of ripped black jeans that fitted perfectly his muscolar thighs. No wonder he was a bunny.

“At least I didn’t almost die.” He replied and you pushed down your beanie.

He noticed your little action and the smirk on his face grew, making you even more mad. You wanted to slap that smirk off his face but you triade to contain yourself because your friend was trusting you. She wanted to get laid and you weren’t there to ruin her plans

You brought another bottle to your lips ignoring Jungkook presence next to you and you drank quickly the alcohol that left a tingling feeling on your tongue.

It was going to be a long night.

PART 2 

[grimlegate]

Different

               It had crept up on the man. No material thing, no beast, nor man; but a song. A song, that in moments like these, filled his head and brought unease and dread bubbling to the surface because his own doubt could not take it. A small song—that had started out with a reserved laugh that had escaped curt and cold lips, now? Now, it almost was too loud to bear. It was a melody; of drafts cutting through the uninsulated boards, the apartment settling into pops and groans, two sets of breaths still desperate to catch themselves, all of the notes soured by his uncertainty. It was a song of Home, or however close he could come to that.

               Home scared him. The idea of settling down in a place enough to call it your own, to be surrounded by people to claim as your own as well terrified him. Fear ran rampant through his mind, counting down the days until something bad happened, until something drove him from his momentary comfort and he was back to being a termite-eaten, rotten rung above a hired assassin.

               The record was getting higher and higher each day.

               The hand that was trailing at his hip, falling towards his thigh with every exhalation drew his gaze downward, the sight burning his eyes. Not because of the tattoos that glowed a soft ivory in the darkness brought on with night spreading her inky gaze over the world, but because of the stark contrast between the two. Vennec’s skin was nearly indistinguishable from the inky blackness of the room around them, the lantern hanging by the door having fizzled out shortly after the end of their ‘nightly activities’. But, Lysandros’? His alabaster skin glowed in what little light was filtered in from the moon, on top of the markings set into his skin.

               Their differences fascinated him, and scared him at the same time, worrying that the other would see the man’s tarnished being and dump him. Ly? The man was something; a gemstone in the rough. Not particularly stunning at first glance, but with a great deal of worth beneath its surface. He had all the qualities that would make him a great partner, if one took the time to get to know him.

               But, Ven? He felt as though all he was good for was a dispensary of snide comments and bad luck. He was simply a curious stone, picked up and carried for a distance, and then cast aside with the realization that for its interesting look, it was nothing more than hardened earth. He had no idea what the other saw in him, what benefit that he offered the other that kept him hanging on to him. He wondered if it was the protection from the law, that because of his bounty hunter occupation, that it kept Lysandros from feeling the brunt of the consequences from his criminal activity. It made the man feel slightly ill, that he was being taken advantage of—the possibility that the amorous cries that had rung out not even half an hour prior being a front made his heart twist sharply in his chest.

               The sweet cricketsong and the shuffling of the subject of his tormented thoughts brought him back to the present, Vennec watching as the kor shifted in his sleep, turning to face the tiefling. Vennec’s uncertainty came crashing down on top of him, and he almost fled the warmth of the bed for the couch he knew was waiting for him just down the hall. He wanted to escape before the intimacy threatened to choke him, drown him, overwhelm him and his emotions until he cracked. But the tiniest noise from his side stopped him.

               Ven felt the hand at his hip curl ever so slightly, grasping tighter at the ebony flesh there, the man shuddering at the feeling of the warm fingers. The breathy sigh that escaped the other’s lips as he settled gave the other pause, golden eyes sliding over to the man’s face. Ly’s features hadn’t changed much from his waking hours, even now he had the small quirk to his lips that proved insufferable enough when the man was hounding him about one thing or another. His lips were parted just barely, the quiet rasp of a snore reaching Vennec’s ears. The hand at his hip once more tightened its hold, lightly squeezing the ebony flesh between alabaster fingers.

               “You’re so handsy.” The man softly murmured, letting his lids lower, the hand not trapped beneath him trailing upwards, movement stiff and hesitant. Pitch fingers hovered over the pale cheek, a shudder gripping the appendage as he laid there, trying to convince himself that it was a bad idea. He thought about leaving while he could, before he was in too deep. Leaving then might be better, he thought, because if he stayed any longer…

               Vennec didn’t think he would be able to bring himself to leave.

               The tiefling let out a slow sigh, letting his hand fall against Lysandros’ cheek, shaking his head, looking more like a man who had been sentenced to the gallows than one who was enjoying the warmth of his lover beside him. Vennec liked to think he could have left, cutting the man away before he could get hurt, before it was too late—but that time had come and passed. He knew he wouldn’t be able to leave now, now that he had the love, the care, that he had craved since a child. He had a home, and as terrifying as a thought that was, when he had first called it that, his heart had grown lighter, and a joy had rocked him to his core, driving tears into his eyes.

               His reverie was broken, Lysandros’ eyes fluttering open to peer at Vennec, holding his breath, afraid that he would spook the man, ruining the moment. “Ven? S’something wrong?” He yawned, asking in a quiet voice, regarding the man in front of him. The tiefling lightly shook his head, pausing half-way through before blurting out in a tiny voice.

               “I love you. I… I just want you to know that.” Ven looked away from Ly’s face, squeezing his eyes shut, fear of proper rejection now that all had calmed down bubbling back up to the surface. But, instead, the reaction he got?

               He opened his eyes at the soft chuckle, gaze trailing back to the man in front of him, heart throbbing at the sight of the hair framing his face. He felt the hand on his hip shift higher, settling on the small of his back, the kor shifting forward to press the two together. The smaller man’s sight was filled with that pale skin he was so afraid of tainting, looking up slowly to avoid hitting the man’s chin. Ly simply stared down at him, flashing him a sleepy smile.

               “Aren’t you affectionate tonight? You’re not being curt… You’re not being distant… Literally and figuratively.” He murmured, and Deadeye felt his heart sink, chest squeezing as the thought that the other was using him came right back to the front of his mind. But, it was chased away as soon as it came, Ly embracing the other in a tight squeeze before relaxing, laying his head against the other’s.

               “I love you, too… It’s so strange to be saying that, isn’t it? It’s not bad, just… Different.” He murmured, and Vennec felt a warmth spreading from where Ly touched, his fears chased away by the feeling of content settling in his bones.

               “Different… Is good.” He murmured, laying his head against the kor’s chest, thinking of the times that he had fantasized about this; not with Ly—not until recently; but as a child wondering who would love him enough to stick with him through the pain that undoubtedly would come. And after seventeen years of the same fear keeping him from any sort of intimacy?

               Yeah. Different was good.