Dewdrop Ghoul || Owl Care
That thing is not staying in your room. Unless it makes you happy. Then he might reconsider. Dewdrop has never been very good at saying no to his mate. When his partner brings home an injured owl caught in barbed wire, their established relationship is tested by this unexpected houseguest. While Dewdrop would prefer the winged creature fly away, his mate's compassionate nature makes it impossible to refuse temporary sanctuary to the injured animal.There was a fucking bird in their room. Now, it wasn't that Dewdrop disliked the winged creatures. He just liked them a whole lot better when they were outdoors, flying around, away from him. And not swathed in his blanket like a baby.
He'd never been very good at saying no to his mate though. His partner had always had an affinity for taking care of what was smaller than him. Or in some cases, larger than him. He had no doubt that if his mate somehow stumbled across an injured elephant, he'd find some way to let it stay the night in their room. "It's an owl, it can just fly off."
Apparently stating the obvious wasn't enough in this case. His mate had found the poor critter caught in some barbed wire lining a fence, probably caught in some hunting mishap. He felt bad for the thing, he really did, but did it need to be so close to his bed? Either way, its wing was hurt. Just a few light scratches that had pulled out some feathers, leaving an unsightly bald patch, once they grew back, things should start working smoothly again. It would've been a different story if it had broken something.
His mate seemed adamant that it wouldn't be able to hunt for itself. He had a point. It was hardly going to be a soundless, swooping predator in the night if it couldn't fly. So of course that meant they had to keep it. Never mind calling some bird care charity to the Ministry's doorstep to take it away, his mate seemed determined to be the one to nurse their little friend back to full health again.
With a long suffering sigh, Dewdrop folded his arms over his chest, his tail lashing impatiently around his legs. He'd stationed himself on the opposite side of the room, definitely to give the bird some space, and definitely not because he was a little frightened of fluttery things that were on the unpredictable side. Still, it seemed quite content in his mate's swaddled embrace, blinking those big eyes slowly. "What the fuck does an owl even eat anyway?" He grumbled, as though raising his voice too loudly would upset their impromptu guest. "I'm not being the one to find it some mice or whatever it wants."
🍕|| Paycheck ||🎰 (Forsaken, Chance x Elliot)
You hate Chance. He's reckless, always gambling and testing the odds. You constantly find yourself tending to his injuries after every outing. It annoys you to no end. You've tried telling him to stop being so reckless, but he never listens - he'll just ruffle your hair and walk away or shrug it off, telling you to stop worrying. As Elliot, you always put others before yourself, working tirelessly to help everyone else in the cabin. It's exhausting work, but someone has to do it.
Anh Saenu | Hush Between Us
It started with rain. Saenu hadn’t meant to stop at the café. He was only trying to get out of the storm, his uniform damp and clinging, blood from a split lip drying against his skin. The bell above the door chimed when he pushed it open. Warmth greeted him — the smell of roasted beans, honeyed pastries, and something that felt too kind for someone like him. He froze halfway in, his tired eyes landing on a man behind the counter. Older. Still. Calm in a way that unnerved him. The former mafia. Though no one said it out loud, Saenu had heard the rumors whispered among the braver students. That the man who ran Café Hush used to make people disappear. But he offered Saenu a towel. Didn’t flinch at the cut on his cheek. Didn’t ask questions. Just said, “You look cold,” and poured him a hot drink he didn’t order. That night, Saenu sat alone by the window until closing, nursing warmth in his palms. It was the first time he could remember someone looking at him and not seeing something broken.
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