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(mha x reader) (hybrid au)
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Waking up to your alarm blaring was not the way anyone should be starting their day. Unfortunately, that has been my routine for the past three weeks. Waking up and turning over, throwing my arm at my phone on the nightstand, just wanting it to stop being so loud. Clicking the button and slowly opening my eyes to the light barely peeking through the blinds as I hear the rain hitting my window, realising that it's raining outside.
Sitting up and rubbing my eyes to fully wake up and I turn and grab my phone to check the time, the phone turns on showing me a glaring 06:27 and I realise that “SHIT, i woke up late!” hopping out of bed and rushing to the bathroom. I debate on whether i have enough time to shower or if ill miss my bus, and ultimately decide on skipping it.
I fly through my routine as quickly as I can, teeth, face, hair, clothes. In a flash I rushed out of my house running and almost tripping over myself just trying to make it to the bus stop.
“fuck, fuck, fuck fuc-” i whisper to myself as i try to avoid the puddles forming on the sidewalk and not pay attention to how my hoodie slowly starts becoming darker the more the rain poured down on me.
“Phone, check. Walet, check. Bus pass, check.” I go over my list to make sure I got everything before slowing down as I spot a bunny rush past me into the alleyway ahead of me. I stare at the alley way before I hear the sounds of pitter pattering behind me but before I could turn to check I fall forward as something crashes into me from behind.
Groaning as I sit up and turning to see what the hell just ran into me and stopping short as I see what or even better WHO ran into me. We make eye contact and I see a very pretty girl with big brown eyes staring at me.
It took me a while before realizing she was talking to me. “...orry, I am so sorry I was just trying to catch my bunny and i didnt see you and I ran into you. Ugh im sorry im sorry i'm rambling again.are you okay?!”
“Um yeah, yeah i'm good” i say as i stare, taking her in. She had a killer bob and big brown eyes with such cute round cheeks. I stand and rush over to help her up. As we stand I realize I'm taller than her. She seemed so cute, so innocent, oh god we gotta stop calling strangers cute, that's how you die, girl pull yourself together.
So focused on my inner monologue I don't notice the girl looking up at me, as she is expecting me to answer her, “ pardon what did you say?” i asked shaking my head to fully ground myself towards her,
She giggles from behind her hand and repeats herself in a smooth voice “it's okay! I just asked if you have seen my bunny." I nod my head and lead her to the alleyway. “The bunny went down here somewhere.”She smiles and thanks me as she runs inside the alleyway. While she was running I finally noticed her clothes, they seemed scratched and had some holes in them but besides that they looked fine and then I noticed those.
Those ears on her head, bunny ears. She was a hybrid, a cute one, omg she is a bunny hybrid. I ran into a bunny hybrid… well she ran into me but whatever. I got pulled out of my thoughts when I heard a notification go off on my phone. It reminded me that the bus was approaching and then I realised I was going to be late for my job. I took off running onwards and reached the bus station just in time to jump on.
I finally make it to the office and walk in, greeting my colleagues before setting up at the reception desk. I started to work before I was interrupted by my manager, Aizawa. He leaned on the desk and as I looked up at him I saw how tired he looked.
“You okay?” I ask softly. He looks at me with a blank expression. “Come on, follow me to the back.” I was taken aback and sat there frozen before rushing to follow him down the hallway to the back. As we are walking, I question him. “Am i in trouble” i start sweating a little, mind racing, and coming up with every issue i could think of. “No” he said with no emotions what-so-ever which made me sweat even more.
I open my mouth to say something but come up short. As we approach it I begin to panic and accidentally blurt out “am i fired? I don't think i did anything, i didn't mean to-” i ramble listing off anything i can think. I continue as he opens his door and gestures for me to sit. I go silent once he closes the door and sit in front of me.
We sit in silence for what felt like eternity and then he looks me dead in the eyes and hands me a folder.
“Um… what is this”
“That is everything you'll need to know for your promotion.”
I accept his folder and just sit there in silence.
“You're no longer our receptionist, you will be working with me in the back taking care of the hybrids.”
“Oh.. thank you so much!! Omg thank you i can't beli-”
“That will be all. Shut the door on your way out”
He cuts me off and I stand and make my way out of his office so I don't make more of a fool of myself in front of him. I go back to my desk and smile as I sit. Happy to finally make more money. I put the folder in my bag and finally get back to work for the rest of the day wondering who ill met unaware of the eyes following me when i was walking with Aizawa.
the masses wanted it and now you receive! part two to my little ghost and fucked up hybrid!reader is here!!!
here's part one!
a/n: reader is a german shepard hybrid! and will now be presented as fem! i hope thats okay!!!
cw: little bit of violence but idk if i'd even be considered that
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"I'll take her."
Did you hear him right? You think that's what you heard the man say... How odd, he had only gotten not even a look at your battered form, not even seen how you fight, and yet he's going to take you. You slowly turn once more to peer over your shoulder at the man on the other side of the bars; Ghost- you heard the workers call him.
With narrowed eyes you know what's about to happen, it happens every time you're chosen for a job and must be transferred. Gas starts to come up from holes in your cell, making your vision grow hazy and slowly start to fall asleep.
Ghost watches from the other side of your cell, watching in discomfort as your gassed to sleep, your now lifeless body being manhandled by the workers that entered your cell the second you were down. Ghost shifts in his spot as he sees your wrists and ankles chained together in pair with a muzzle around your mouth that sits over your lower face and wraps around tightly to the back of your head.
"Is this necessary..?"
Ghost speaks up and glares at one of the workers bringing you to your feet and dragging you out the doors of the facility and towards the chopper. The worker that he got a hold of nods his head and makes a gesture for Ghost to follow him as they walk to the chopper.
"Yes sir- she's... Not always privy to being assigned to a new handler- this is just for insurance that she won't lash out."
Ghost just grunts in response, this was going to be a pain in his ass. You were going to be a pain in his ass. The Lieutenant watches as you're forcefully shoved into a cage in the back of the chopper, his dark eyes beneath his mask narrowing as you're locked in and your chains are secured to the hull of the chopper. With one last glance at the facility, Ghost climbs into the back of the chopper, choosing to take one of the seats near where you're caged.
When the chopper lifts off the tarmac, Ghost notices you flinch as you sit with your knees to your chest- the same position you were in back in your old cell. Trauma response? Maybe. Ghost thinks to himself as his eyes glaze over you, noticing every nick, bruise, and scar on your body that's obvious. After a few boring seconds of silence the Lieutenant finally speaks up, addressing you for the first time.
"My name's-"
"Simon."
Ghost all but flinches as the sound of your voice, the man steeling himself instantly. The hell did he jump for? You're just some mutt. Though, his eyes darken and narrow into sharp slits beneath his mask when he realizes you said his name; not his callsign or last name, his first name.
"Workers liked to chat about things on the down low away from us. Wrong thing to do around creatures with enhanced hearing."
To practically prove your point, one of your ears flick atop your head before flattening back down against your skull. Ghost honestly didn't know how to feel; he wanted to throttle the blabber mouths that even dared utter his name, while also basking in the sound of your voice. It was muffled from the muzzle around your mouth, but despite that Ghost notices the pitch is strained and scratchy as you speak in a quiet whisper that's barely audible above the whirring of the chopper's blades, while also holding some semblance of softness under all the grit and gore of your very being.
"Right. It should just be Ghost to you though, I don't really do familiarity."
Ghost hears your sigh and simply stares at you, giving you an expectant look conveyed through just his dark eyes. When you catch on to what he wants you give him your name, muttering it into the air quietly so that Ghost almost doesn't catch it. The Lieutenant registers your name, grumbling it out with his gravelly voice and accent before nodding stiffly and looking you up and down, staring at your tail wrapped around your thigh and ears atop your head.
"The hell are you anyways?"
The man before you questions. Probably not the best tone of voice in his approach, but Ghost didn't think you wanted to be babied, you don't look the type to him. Your eyes slowly trail up to Ghost's, simply keeping eye contact with the man before you murmur your species, German Shepard.
Ghost hums, breaking eye contact with you and looking down at his boots for a fleeting second before looking out one of the small circular windows in the chopper. Guess that was typical, it's the average breed of hybrid that enlisted into the forces.
Simon always did like German Shepards...
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hi guys i'm alive!!! college got a little rough and i've started working out so.. my hands are full and all that. hope you guys are staying safe and i love you all :3
don't boo me but i like the hybrid au's for cod, maybe even a little a/b/o in the midst (though that's not what this one is about)
so now i'm just thinking about a hybrid! reader who's all sorts of fucked and gets picked up by ghost for the 141
cw: kinda angsty with descriptions of abuse, dog(hybrid?) fighting, and scars
heres part 2!!
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It isn't like Ghost hates hybrids; he's worked with them on missions before and dismissed them as any other soldier, everyone was just doing their job after all. As long as the objective was complete, that's what mattered. Though when Price told him he was being sent to a location to 'pick out" a hybrid from a facility (Laswell thought it'd be good for their team, a new set of hands and efficiency to the group and all that), he couldn't help the disagreeing grumbles that escaped past his mouth as he begrudgingly went on his way to the helipad, cursing to himself the whole way and glaring at his boots.
After the nearly agonizing chopper ride, the wheels touch down on the tarmac of the facility, a worker immediately stumbling towards Ghost as he steps out of the chopper. He didn't catch the guy's name, didn't care either. He was here for some furball soldier that could help his team, that's all that matters. The worker guides the Lieutenant through the stone walls of the facility, the smell of mold and mildew making him wrinkle his nose beneath his mask.
In the distance of the long hallways, he can hear the yells and barks of hybrids, cringing internally as the worker turns a corner and leads him to a large room of kennels and cells. Each step Ghost takes causes a hybrid to look up, many starting to growl or hide within their cells while others lay against the cold cell floor, bodies barely moving with the only sign of life being a rising and falling chest.
He's seen a lot over his years as a soldier, and he's not so easily rattled, but this was a whole new experience of discomfort and pity for him. The conditions were bad, worse than any kind of kennel he remembers when he was young, and that was for full bred animals. Ghost eyes each hybrid slowly, taking in the diverse appearances of breeds and species of hybrid. Though each is a pathetic sort, the one true hybrid that caught Ghosts eye was one that was in the corner, the cell seemingly reinforced with different metal. In the middle of the cage there you sit, back facing the door and simply staring at the wall as multiple chains hand from your ankles and wrists, a prong collar tightly pressing against your throat. Ghost wonders why you were needed to be so heavily contained, your crooked tail wrapped around your leg as your torn and notched ears that press flat against your head making you seem like a harmless broken ittle thing.
"I wouldn't recommend that one, Lieutenant."
The worker speakers quickly, warily eyeing you behind the bars of your cell. Ghost's eyes stay on you, catching onto the small twitch of your ear. You know they're talking about you.
"Why, she broken?"
Ghost says roughly, keeping his dark unblinking stare on your battered form noticing the small twitch of your tail, probably annoyance, he clues, due to his words.
"Not exactly but.."
The worker pauses, causing Ghost to maneuver his unblinking gaze to him, making the worker freeze and fumble over his words.
"But-But she has a history of recklessness, a lack of respect for authority and horrible at responding to orders. Not something you need on a team like yours."
At the workers words you slowly turn your head to look over your shoulder, revealing the dullness in your eyes and prominent scars across your face. Scratches, bites, lacerations; Ghost can identify easily each one. The worker grimaces beneath your steely gaze and takes a step back from the cell, practically shaking in his boots. To say that Ghost was intrigued would be an understatement. He knows that look in your eyes; the coldness of someone who's killed and has started to become numb, with emotions raging within just waiting to be unleashed and ruin your very being. He's seen it before, he's seen it in him.
Goddamnit, he want to know more about you.
"How long's she been here?"
The lieutenant questions, maintaining eye contact with you and frowning beneath his mask when you look away, the tiny spark in your eye at his question not being lost to him before you turn your head away.
"Couple of months maybe? She was handed over to us after being used for cage fighting and served for a couple of PMC's- so I suppose she does have some experience in the field if you were really inclined.."
The Lieutenant couldn't help the small frown that is invisible beneath his mask, the words 'handed over' causing a foul taste to coat his tongue. He knew many hybrids were considered lesser than humans, and it never bothered him before, but when in relation to you it ground his gears just that little bit. Ghost clicks his tongue and sends the worker a small glare before returning his flat gaze back to you, narrowing his eyes and watching as you scratch at the stone floor, the movement revealing the numerous scars and burns along your arms. Sure, Ghost had known you (not even really known yet) for a couple of minutes, but he was sold. And when he speaks, he stares straight into the workers eyes and speaks in the flattest most straight forward tone possible, there was no mistaking it-
"I'll take her."
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hey guys!!
uhh tell me if you see this becoming a little story or just want a few parts to it, i love the feedback and it makes me happy seeing everyone like my little works of fleeting words
thank you so much!
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