Little drabble about tiger!ghost thanks to you anon ♡
trigger warning for alcohol and cigarette consumption, inlove!ghost, scent kink, mention of body fluid (spit) during kisses ♡. Mention of self-harm in the past from his side. broken nose! The underlying smut is there, all in Ghost's mind. Gender-neutral reader! (wear some makeup)
He's so silly and cute, he's ready to throw himself on the ground for reader in a worshipping way.
Minor do not interact. Forgive my grammar. Enjoy.
ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ
He's a deviant. Everybody carved that into him from an early age. Long before the scars, the self-hatred that made him hurt himself, the war that tainted his soul and shaped his body into an unsightly thing, the tip of his tail now missing. An oddity of life, biologically speaking. Hybrids are the laughingstock of society, even when they have the physical shape of a tank like he does. Round ears on top of his dirty blond hair, half a tail remaining, and golden strikes slithering along the edges of his frame.
He's frightening. Ghost is intimidating to most of the people he has ever met. His butchered face, blue veins that mix with the golden scars on his flesh, and reminders of a dying man all caused the wide stares he receives on a day-to-day basis. He's a fucking monster. An atrocity.
But, here he is. Sitting down on the edge of some disgusting sidewalk covered with discarded chewing gum, broken glass, and smelling of piss. Mask pushed over his broken snout, some flimsy bandage over where the flesh broke apart under the sparring of the cartilage, a cigarette between his rigged teeth.
The most important, though, is the pretty delight by his side, a little bit intoxicated, who kneels in front of him. They're at a respectful distance he can concede, but with the brightest smile he's ever seen. Like they simply came to admire the stray cat in the alley.
Ghost is blinded for an instant, ashes falling from the tip of his cigarette between his spread thighs, eyes hurting from the vision that they are. Soft and beautiful babe with some acne on their cheeks he wants to kiss and shiny makeup painting their eyelids.
And they're talking. To him. They are talking to him, looking at him, a little bag dangling between their fingers. And yes, their words are a little slurred, and their eyes are a little dazed. But they're breathtaking. Simon has half the mind to look around to see if there is anyone here, but he knows they are alone. He can hear the gentle thrumming of their heart.
Anyone who sees him leaves. It's all that ever happened in his fucked up life. Except Johnny, the highland cattle hybrid buff who isn't scared of anything, no one ever sees him in the darkness and closes the distance. But they did.
They do.
"Your ears are very pretty," they say with a little giggle, and he can feel the blood rushing in his skull at the sudden praise. "So colourful!" There are stars in their eye as they coo his way. Or maybe it's the bad lighting that makes them shine, but Ghost has half a mind to make a wish upon them.
He tries to talk, after a moment where you simply gaze at him with something akin to tenderness of all things, but no word comes upon him. His mind is blank with your melted butter scent, swirling with cooked apple, and his tail salutes in attention with the desire to lick it from the source.
"Oh! Uh, you forgot this earlier," they seem to remember, doughy chin tilting down as their precious hands shift and turn into their minuscule bag before tugging something of it.
It's his wallet. Ghost must be out of his mind, half dying from lack of sleep to forget it behind. Ghost never forgets.
"Don't you want it?" There it is. A little shyness there, a slight curl of their plushy lips he wants to lick their spit from. He's starting to feel territorial now. Thinking about how their scent would change when he drags his teeth along the arch of their spine. Would they flail and tremble?
His cigarette is forgotten on the ground, still burning when he grasps at the wallet. All of the training he received in the military keeps his hand from reaching for them. But his hands shake.
Ghost never shakes. Never waver. A simple smile from you and everything he knows, all that he believes in, is shattered.
"Oh, um. I left my number in there. Call me, maybe? Bye-bye!"
He watches them leave, that little sway of their hand making his heart beat again in his ribcage, mind empty. The air shifts behind him, and his eyes blink. Once. Twice. Before, with a snap of his wrist, he snatches his tail with half the intention of breaking it off.
It makes them giggle, though. The voices are quiet as his claws dig into the tar when he rises to his feet.
"Lil' bird. Ya hav' to drink some wat'r," he grumbles as he stalks behind them, ready to coddle them into his bed.
White Heather: Chapter 3: Takes Time To Build [Pt. 1]
Pairing: (Tiger!Hybrid Taehyung x Female!Reader x Bunny!Hybrid Jungkook)
Synopsis: Tired of being alone for so long, you finally decide to adopt a hybrid. No more loneliness for you and a safe and secure home for them. But you don’t know what’s in store for you when you enter the adoption centre, and come across two certain hybrids—one who flinches even at the slightest sounds and another, who can’t even look you in the eye without wanting to disappear from view. And maybe because you wanted them to feel loved (like they deserved)—you decide to adopt them both. You would protect them. But the question was: will they accept you?
Word count: 500 (^^’)
Warnings: mention of abuse, forced prostitution and violence; cursing; nsfw(wayyyy ahead in the future lol).
You agreed almost immediately and followed her as she led you to the other side of the room, where they resided. They didn’t acknowledge your presence until you stopped a couple feet in front of them. It was as if a switch was turned on, and both of them stiffened. Taehyung sat up straighter and placed a hand over Jungkook’s thigh, almost as if trying to comfort him seeing that he curled up against his shoulder.
You couldn’t really bring yourself to blame them as you were a stranger, and your unfamiliar scent must be bothering them more than you could imagine, you guessed. After what they went through, you wouldn’t be surprised if they bared their teeth at you—a complete stranger—who, according to them, most probably couldn’t be trusted and would hurt them just like those previous monsters. But despite knowing this, it hurt a bit. You knew that you were being ridiculous as you had absolutely no right to feel like that, but you couldn’t help it. You wanted to help them, and in order to do that—they had to trust you. But Rome wasn’t built in a day. Coming off too strong would only raise red flags, and that was the last thing you wanted.
So, you decided to act like a grown up and suck it up. You’d do everything in your power to make them trust you and give them a place they could call home. In the end, if they don’t want to come with you—that’s their choice.
“Hey, boys. I have someone I want you to meet,” Chaeyoung said in a low but soothing voice, as to not startle them any further.
Jungkook was still in the same position, while Taehyung slightly nodded his head, just barely, still not looking up at either of you.
Instead continuing without even looking at you, “Y/n, I still have some stuff to take care of at the front desk. Why don’t you guys talk and get to know each other a little?”
“This is Y/n, she wanted to meet you guys.”
She did not just… How could she sell you out when they haven’t even spared you a look! You threw her a look of betrayal which she all but ignored.
Simply put—you were horrified. Not at the thought of being alone with them, but because you didn’t know what to talk about dammit! You had things to say, yes, but how could you go off when it seemed an awful lot like a one-sided conversation?
She just patted you shoulder, and winked at you before leaving.
You were baffled. She was something else. Seeing her leave, you smiled slightly at her actions.
And sighed before sitting cross-legged in front of them, making sure that you weren’t completely invading their personal space.
It seemed like there was some talking you needed to do.
And talk were you going to.
A/n: I know it’s ridiculously short, but I wanted to put something out there today. I get sudden bouts of inspiration and wanted to write it down. The next part’s going to be much longer, promise :)
