Why Don't We Corbyn Centric Oneshots

Jarniel

Jack X Daniel X Corbyn
Hybrids!!
Also from now on •••¥••• = time skip

¥•••Hybrids•••¥

Corbyn - cat
Jack - leopard
Daniel -  wolf

Jack and Daniel were the cool jocks of the school that everyone wanted. They were best friends yet also lovers.

You see tho, they always have a fight about who the sub has to be, the obvious choice is Jack yes? Well he's stubborn, we all know that.

Right now tho they are standing in the halls getting ready for class when the answer to their problems.

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Jack and Daniel were sitting against their lockers, you know playing it cool talking shit.

"So anyone caught your eye babe?"
Daniel asked kissing jacks temple.

Jack swatted him off "I know what your doing seavey, I ain't being your sub, but I heard a new boy was coming today" Jack said changing the topic, his tail and ears pricking up as he heard chatter down he hall.

Daniel smiled and curled his tail around jacks waist bringing him closer. Jack sighed but reluctantly gave in hugging Daniel's side.

Daniel scratched behind jacks ears smiling at his baby.

"I love you" Jack muttered

"Love you too love" Daniel replied as they headed to class.

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Everyone was settled in class the teacher headed out to get the new boy.

To say Daniel and Jack we're excited was an understatement.

The teacher walked back in with a blonde headed boy.

He was 5'7, had glasses, had a cute fluffy white tail with emerald green eyes to complement his pearly white ears.

Daniel and Jack were speechless

'how could someone look so cute!!'

Jack thought looking at Daniel. Daniel made eye contact and he nodded.

Daniel smirked and smiled, he was a cuttie indeed.

"Ok class, this Corbyn Besson, he's moved here from all the way from Virginia so be nice and help him around today ok?" Mr Smith told everyone as the boy sort of hid behind the teacher.

He was scared and anxious, he moved states with his dad and was going to a completely new school with completely new people.

"Blondie!" A boy known as James called out and Corbyn snapped his head from the floor.

James smirked and signalled him to sit next to him.

Corbyn could already tell he was dangerous, from the hair, to the cloths and tattoos and not to mention he was a alphas son in the East side pack.