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Prove to each other that romance is boring(and fail)

Summary:

When you, a human bred hybrid are bought by two rich humans and introduced to another hybrid, your life starts to feel right.

 

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This is my first published work and as you may be able to tell, I can't summarize, let's just say that this is my brainchild fic that will be very nice and gay??? Yeah, enjoy.

Notes:

I'm writing this in a Whole Foods cafeteria with my phone and a Bluetooth keyboard, so much fun! Some things I wanted to set are: 1 human year = 5 hybrid years; Reader is a Shiloh Shepherd hybrid, and I plan to keep their gender open to interpretation. Enjoy my first work, and feel free to tell me ways to improve my writing if you have any. If you like this, don't be afraid to yell at me to keep going… Enjoy!

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: The start of your new very cool life

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The lights of the large room where you were all kept flicker on, illuminating row after row of tall metal kennels housing litters old and new.

You are four, body fully matured and ready to be sold to the first human who wants you, but that didn't happen to you, while all your littermates were moved to the area of the property you knew was for the hybrids being sold, you were separated from them and coaxed into a large crate.

You couldn’t see anything that was going on around you but you started moving, The gentle rocking of the box lulled you into sleep.

 

You woke to light flooding the box, more humans beckoning you into the light. Taking a glance around you see a very large house, bushy trees framing the path to the front door. Two men stood about six feet away from where you're standing now. The one of the left, tall with blond hair and a black surgical mask covering the lower half of his face. The other man had a short mohawk and bright blue eyes.

 

The blond one watched you with deep amber eyes that felt like they could see into your soul while the other man signed some papers. As soon as it seemed done the mohawked man approaches you, his arm extending towards you.

“Well aren’t ye a bonnie ane,” the man said. “Ma names Soap, I’m yer new da.
Ma broodin husband ower thare is Ghost.”

“Johnny, I can introduce myself to the new pup. And stop being so loud, you're gonna scare ‘em off.”

Ghost moved to stand next to Soap, taking hold of his husband’s wrist. The Scot just rolled his eyes, slowly taking hold of your wrist so as not to scare you.

“Come on pup, let’s get ye inside.”