Wait have you written cat hybrid tamsy adopted by someone who already has cat hybrid reader whoâs a sweet, shy thing?
Here Kitty, Kitty!
Characters: Tamsy Caines Type: Hybrid!AU, Gn!Reader
no but now i have >:] wasn't sure exactly how i wanted to tie my ideas together but i hope it's at least coherent
Warnings: none
Never in his entire life would Tamsy think that he'd ever be given up to a shelter.
Yet here he is; his sleek, clean appearance contrasting that of an old pen. His first owner (some old, rich fart) finally kicked the bucket and the family surrendered him for being "high maintenence" and "unnafectionate". Only of which one were true; fresh, home cooked food every night and being brushed exactly 154 times wasn't that much to ask! So when the first presentable adopter made their way past him, he put on the cute act that practically screamed "adopt me"! Tamsy would rather die then stay in a dingy establishment such as this shelter.
Tamsy was content with his choice, already having seen signs of pampering and a very comfortable future. What he wasn't too trilled about, however, was the scent of another hybrid that consumed the house after setting foot past the front door. His soft features contort in disgust.
Tamsy wasn't keen on sharing...nor getting along with his peers.
But when he sees you peek out into the hallway from (presumably) your room, his opinion quickly changed. A pair of cat ears the same color as your hair sat atop your head, turned foreward in attention to the sound of your owner and a new, strange tom cat entering your home. Your eyes were wide and attentive, watching the blonde's every move while the rest of your body remained hidden behind the wall.
There's nothing to worry about; you couldn't pose a threat to him if you tried.
You slowly shuffle out of your room and offer him a nervous wave, cautiously approaching as your owner gestures you over. They introduce the two of you, watching your behavior in hopes that you'd get along. Much to your joy, the cat hybrid you now know as Tamsy seemed to be neutral towards you. You'd feared that he would be aggressive.
He greeted you with a polite nod, butterscotch eyes scanning over you as if he were conducting some sort of assesment. In your weird, staring contest stand off your owner had left and returned with a stack of blankets and sheets, passing them off to you with the instruction to "make room for him". They pushed the pair of you towards your bedroom, where you sat down the pile of bedding before hurridly trying to tidy up around the space as Tamsy glanced around.
Your room was a good size; large enough for the two of you but nowhere near as fancy as he's used to. Your bed was unmade while various miscleneous things were strewn across the room. You did your best to pick them all up quickly, shoving them under your bed and pushing furnuture off to the side. After clearing enough space, you grab a few pillows and plushies in order to arrange them into some sort of makeshift bed on the floor, tossing the blankets over them before fluffing.
"You can have my bed for now," you offer shyly, awkwardly fidgeting and avoiding eye contact. "Until we can get another one."
Tamsy doesn't argue, humming in aknowledgment before plopping down onto the mattress.
Eugh, cotton sheets... I suppose they'll do for now.
"Doesn't your owner know it can take upwards of four weeks for cats to properly bond?" he asks, lazily blinking down at where you sat on the floor. "Foolish of them for making us share a room, really."
Your posture quickly stiffened, feeling oddly threatened by his ominous statement. Your ears were pinned back, eyes blown wide with your tail rigid and sticking straight up.
"Ah, no need for that," he reassures before rolling over, his back now facing you as he gets comfortable. "I usually play nice. A kitty as cute as you doesn't warrant a threat."
Your body relaxes, face flushing slightly at the backhanded compliment. You were relieved he didn't have any issues but also slightly disheartened at the fact he's not even a little intimidated by you. After a while of awkward silence, you'd realized his body had fully relaxed and seemingly stilled.
Is he asleep?
Crawling over to the edge of the bed, you take your time to actually give him a good look. Well, the best you can with his back facing you that is.
His hair was spread out atop your sheets and pillows, a deep navy blue peeking out from beneath platinum blonde strands. He had the fluffiest white tail you'd ever seen; a lot fuller and well kept than the average house hybrid.
I wonder how soft his fur is...
You slowly reach your hand foreward, trying your best to sneakily caress the fur until-
"I can feel you staring."
You nearly leaped out of your skin, shuffling back towards your makeshift bed on the floor to pretend like you hadn't just been caught red handed.
"Sorry!"
A few days passed and Tamsy seemed to tolerate you at the very least. He sat near you during meal times, wasn't bothered whenever you did your thing around your now shared room and even entertained you sometimes when your owner was away. You were still pretty shy around him but he still had managed to see your sweetest of sides.
You were affectionate to your owner, did your best to keep shared spaces tidy and were always cautious to keep yourself and your belongings out of the bigger cat hybrid's way. In his observing, he'd also learned that you like to be held. Loud noises and sudden movements startled you (one of your more feline traits) and as comfort your owner would hold you and stroke your ears whenever you were feeling anxious.
Tonight, however, was a bit different.
The storm didn't roll in until late, thunder scaring you from your slumber as you jump from your blankets. Lighting flashed outside your window, followed by another loud BOOM! You shake and do your best to curl up into yourself, ears pinned back in fear as you attempt to tough the storm out. It wasn't easy comforting yourself; especially since you were still sleeping on the floor.
The thunder had woken Tamsy as well, who was more bothered by your anxious shuffling than the weather. He peeks over the side of the bed to check on you. You were completely covered by your favorite blanket, your shaking letting the male know you're at least alive down there.
"I can hear you shuffling down there."
"M'sorry," you mumble, keeping yourself hidden under your fluffy sanctuary.
Tamsy sighs, lifting his own blanket off of himself before firmly patting the empty space on the bed.
"Come here."
You peek your head out, blinking at him in surprise. You felt nervous about sleeping next to anyone, especially your indimidatingly beautiful roommate. Before you could think too hard about it, more thunder roared and you quickly concluded that you were much more afraid of that than you are sharing your bed.
Scrambling up from your spot on the floor, you quickly dive under the lifted half of the blanket. Tamsy gently wraps his arms around you, his chin resting atop your head while you cling to his chest. A low, purring sound erupts from him, working alongside his own body heat to soothe you. It didn't take long for you to finally drift back off to sleep, now feeling safe and much more comfortable wrapped in his arms.
The next morning your owner peeked into the room to check up on you, only to find a pile of blankets on the floor and Tamsy's back facing them. Where ever could you be hiding?
They approached your bed, now noticing the suspiciouslly cat hybrid shaped mass hiding beneath the blankets. Noticing your owner's presence, the two-tone haired male offered them a dissapproving stare over his shoulder while they reached over to pull the covers back. There you were, curled up and sleeping soundly against Tamsy whom you'd been so shy of before. He lets out an unsatisfied huff before rolling over some more to sheild you from their view.
Safe to say after that night, he was much more possessive over his sweet, little kitty. And there was no need for you to sleep on the floor or buy a new mattress anymore.
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