A Things Vanity | Chapter 1
Mafia BTS X Hybrid Reader
——You are a Hybrid. Finding work is hard for those of your kind, so you’d take any you could get. It’s better than living off the streets. So, in order to keep yourself afloat in the dangerous world you have to resort to a less than legal job.
[Rewritten]
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The situation you found yourself in was... less than ideal. Maybe if the box hadn't been soggy, or the food thrown out a bite earlier you could have stomached the lifestyle longer. Either way, you still found yourself in an alley that smelt of garbage, blood and drugs. The scent of the latter made your nose twitch constantly. Your knees had been wet from kneeling in God knows what for the half-eaten slimy bagel you called your meal. A box the contents of which had already been eaten by a stray hybrid or maybe just a stray, leaving you with the scraps. You frowned, although not pretty your stomach would growl, and you could die if you didn't stomach it and take a bite. You hadn't eaten a thing in week, and now isn't the time to be picky. You know that thing people say? When you're really hungry anything tastes good or was it better? You couldn't say it was true, but you also couldn't say it wasn't.
The taste was tangy, slimy and had been soaked in something from the box. You had wanted to hurl, nevertheless you shook it off pretending to be eating anything else. Fresh bread, straight forms the bakery a women would give you scraps from she had special Hybrid treats; they were kind of like health bars for regular people. She was old and her ears and vision had been failing her, you hadn't seen much of her this month...
Before you even knew it, you had finish eating. Your stomach churned wiping your slimy hands on your long since abused shirt.
"Learn how to beg." Was the advice you had been given, repeatedly. That was how hybrids now got their food, off pity. Letting humans touch your ears or tail for food is common amongst strays, no harm no foul, if you didn't count the tugs and yanks. It was... degrading, painful if they grip to tight the tugs not even taken into account. No one would hire a hybrid. You had learned that when you tried to get a job as a cashier, quickly being ran out. At the very least they asked for proof of an owner before they did, as well as a Hybrid working license. That was a luxury only few places provided. Working near food was something you thought would be impossible for a hybrid. "Your fur, it'll get in the food." or "how could trust you around any meat, let alone our crepes."
You had tried hats, stuffing your tail in your pants. It was uncomfortable, but it worked, then your heat hit. You ended up calling in sick repeatedly for 3 weeks till they fired you. Being a new hire, it was a depressing situation. At the very least you had made fifty dollars from that job.
You sighed, deciding to bite the bullet and walk out to the sidewalk. continue your journey, you'd probably die before you could reach the end. A comfy life, with food on the table and ideally the hybrid of a nice older couple. So far out of reach, you pushed it into the back of your mind.
Lately you've been thinking too much. You tail twitched on full display; you had already tried applying for every job in the area no one would care if you showed the world your ears tail kept tucked into your pants. They would think you were a cat; you were a golden tiger actually.
You had been a stray almost your whole life. You had connections, sure, but you knew better than to use them until you were desperate. and you've been feeling pretty desperate lately.
Before you could truly think about it a hybrid ran past you, zooming down the streets. His tail was dotted near the base and the end was white, you recognized the pale yellow as a cheetah. You looked down the street curiously, wondering what he was running from. Even if he had been running from something he had long since lost it, no one could match a cheetah's speed. He had turned to be in the same alley you had been moments earilier.
Despite yourself you stood still, your ears twitching behind you. Head twisted in the direction, he had smelled… delicious. No, something he had smelled heavenly. You found yourself licking your lips and your ears turning in the boys direction, body facing the direction you were just walking away from before you knew it.
You could easily blame it on hunger, instinct, survival. Truthfully, it might have been all of those wrapped together with a nice greedy bow. As you stalked the predator you mentally sized him up, he had been well feed, his cheeks were neither sunken in and his skin didn’t cling to his bones like some of the other hybrids you’ve seen around.
He didn’t need that turkey leg as much as you did.
Was that a selfish thought? Maybe, but you honestly couldn’t care less. He was another omega, like you. You had been underfed maybe you couldn’t take him on. Your body didn’t care if you could or couldn’t take the hybrid on. Slowly advancing anyway; no matter what you thought. Your mouth slightly agape with drool as you licked your lips. You noticed a change in his behavior when you got close enough.
He had lowered himself to the ground, moans of discomfort leaving him before he hissed and growled. You finally realized he had his eye on you from the side… baring your fangs at him he didn’t leg up, hissing more and showing his own teeth back. “Just hand it over.” You couldn’t help but growl, he didn’t say anything back just turning to face you with his body.
He had made the first move, going for your neck. You stumbled, surprised by how sudden it was. You grabbed his tail and pulled as well as bite down on his ear. He yelped and let go of you, Your eyes flicked to the turkey before you growled and bite into his leg. He yelped biting down on your chest, claws flailing wildly he had scratched your body and had almost gotten your eye if you hadn’t jumped back.
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You had won, you were sure it was because the hybrid was still fairly young. Maybe new to being a stray. Blood dripped down your neck and marks, scratches and gashes covered you. You whined as you ripped a piece of turkey meat off the leg.
You felt guilty, but you were hungry. So many months with only molded bread. You couldn’t help but feel you deserved this… however, karma was sure to get you back for it…
When you finally ate every last bite of meat the world began to faded in and out… you couldn’t help but think back to the cheetah hybrid. As fast to retreat as he was running down the street.
Surviving meant giving up parts of you that were human… as much as you hated it that was a fact many hybrids out on the street knew.
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Heyy! So basically, first chapter. It’s going to be short. But yeah your dead btw, im kidding… maybe- anyway! I hope you enjoy this series and the longer chapters that will come, slower though.
It’s a give and take kinda thing, longer chapter but it’s slower to make. Shorter chapter but comes earlier.
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