Prologue: STAG
Hybrid!141 x beetle hybrid!reader (Platonic)
You've been moved from team to team for about two years now. You have never been a permanent placement anywhere. You used to think it was just a matter of time until you find 'your team', but you know better now. You know much better.
Previous teammates have claimed you just didn't fit what they needed, but the way they looked at you told you otherwise. You have to admit that you didn't look normal, no-one does really, but there was something unnerving about you.
Here in the military, you were either human or some standard looking hybrid. You know, a hybrid that had minimal features of whatever animal they were. A cat hybrid had feline-like ears, tail, maybe sharp claws, fangs. A dog hybrid had canine ears, a tail, sharp teeth, maybe a few tuffs of thick hair scattered over their bodies.
You, unfortunately, were something most people already had a fear of. You were a bug hybrid, a beetle to be specific. what beetle, you didn't know. You got the short end of the stick, and then said stick was thrown into a bonfire; you look more bug than human.
Not only that, but other people think you act strange too. It was normal behavior to you. Too many times had past captains found you staring at nothing and chittering to yourself in the dark, climbing up walls and clacking the covering on you wings together. It was a loud jarring noise, but it was comforting.
Hey! One team you had really did try and keep you, one of the sergeants offered to cut your vocal cords so you would stop making that 'awful' noise at night. You didn't even think it was that loud. You sometimes get the feeling he didn't like you much.
After the last stunt you pulled, this team got fed up with you too. So on to the next, you guess. You met Kate Laswell a few months ago, you can't remember why, you weren't all there that day. Apparently, she's the reason why you were requested to move to the team that your supposed to be a part of now.
You had a small bag with you. You had triple checked for spare masks, they are a bit chunky, but you like the weight. You double checked for long sleeved shirts. You only checked once for the broken pieces of your horns. You could have left those and been fine.
The pilot of the plane had a thick accent; you can't quite place it, even after all the times that he's flown you to new bases. His voice is scratchy, probably from the smoking.
Should you even smoke in a helicopter? Probably not. You drag your finger down the back of your seat, coating it in ash and dust. Your mandibles clack against the mask in slight discomfort. Probably shouldn't have touched that.
The flight is supposed to be really short, which you're slightly saddened by. You love being in the air, since you can't fly on your own anymore.
"So kid, you think you'll like staying at this place? Do you know what team you're goin' to?"
You did not want to have this conversation with him. You did not want to have this conversation at all. You hate moving teams, you don't like new people, you don't like new places. What you hate the most is trying to act normal so that you don't make them uncomfortable.
"Kid. I'm talking to you. I said-" Your mandibles hit against the metal of your mask harshly. You can speak....you think, it's been so long since then, you'd rather not try. This is easier.
The pilot gets the hint and settles for humming to himself. Terribly off key, in your opinion.
When you're back on the ground, you grab your bag and step out. There are four men waiting for you. The second largest one waves you over. You've heard about the team before, hell, who hasn't?
One of the shorter ones bounds up to you quickly and you recoil slightly. His tall ears stick up on the sides of his mohawk. "Sorry lass! Didn't mean to scare ye. Ah was just- Its- A've never seen a hybrid like ye 'fore."
You blink at him. At least he's friendly, you guess. A hand comes down and claps him lightly on his shoulder.
"That's no way to speak to people, Soap. Sorry about him, kid. I'm Gaz." He's a weasel of some kind, you think. "This here is Soap. The big guy is Ghost. Cap' is Price."
Gaz has round ears and a long, bushy black and white striped tail that dragged behind him as he walked up to you and held out his hand for you to shake.
You turn your head away from him, not shaking his hand. You clack your mandibles on your mask instead as a greeting. Soap's tail wags and he mouths 'cool' to you. He's really energetic.
The big man, Ghost, was very weary of you, you could tell by the way he's staring you down right now. Price, you couldn't read him well and that worried you slightly.
You decide, for the short time that you're here, you'll get along with Gaz, you'll tolerate soap, you'll avoid Ghost and Price as best as you could. Pretty good plan. Too bad something in the universe decided to throw a wrench in it.
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This post is inspired off of the headcannons of beetle hybrid!reader that I made a few months ago.
Please let me know what you guys think, like it, love it, hate it? This is my first time posting any writing so the feedback would be appreciated!
