(Have this scenario!)
Y/N stared at the young crow that stared intently at them. The baby was staring and barely blinking before she chirped and made grabby hands at them.
“Uhhhh…” Y/N was unsure if they should pick the child up, they knew how aggressive parent birds got when someone was near their babies.
Since Y/N was taking too long, the baby crow (Tia) started getting upset and tearing up. Panicking, Y/N picked up the crow child, who calmed down once she was held and chirped happily.
“I am probably not supposed to be holding you but I am not good dealing with crying kids…” Y/N mumbled as Tia booped their nose and nuzzled them, chirping happily. “Awww, you are kinda cute though…”
Now imagine the peacock triplets’ reactions to seeing this, hehe!
(This is just a little "silly" thing. Enjoy!)
Moon had just seen the whole incident go down from his shadowy hiding place. To think something as beautiful as he could manage to hide at all. He smirked to himself. The harpy himself was thinking of only one thing. You. You were so cute. Even more so when you were flustered in a brilliant pink. Like a beautiful tropical sunset on a warm summer evening...
A creeping figure slinked from the it's hiding spot. Moon was on the move. Or, dare say, hunt. The victim was close. Very close. So close he didn't understand how they didn't notice him. Oh, wait, yes he did. He was just that good at stalking his prey. Any predator would be jealous of his skill. If he himself had been a real predator everyone would be done for.
With a sudden shake of his bell, he announced his presence to the unknowing victim. Almost jumping out of your skin, you whip around with a yelp. A very pathetic sound indeed. You are quick to go silent again. You're face to face with Moon. Close enough to feel his cool breath embrace your skin like a winter wind. After a few seconds of this awkward eye contact, he pulls himself to his full height. You can do nothing but continue to stare, Tia still in your arms, squeaking happily at Moon. He chuckles as you behold his glory.
Without warning, he uses his hand to gently cradle the back of your neck and press you close to his body. Kinda like a weird sideways hug. Your heart is going a million miles a second. And that bastard of a bird can feel it. His red eyes go from your rosy face to the baby harpy. He smiled smugly.
"Guess this is our newly adopted baby now, huh, jewel?"
Oh fuck. Your face is a blaze of embarrassment. Something else, too. You try to pull away from Moon's grip, but his golden glove slithers down your spine. It finds it's way to your hip. His other hand soon follows, running down your torso to parallel it's partner. He of course has to bend down to make this possible. He doesn't mind though. His chin nestles into a comfy spot on your shoulder. Humming, Moon whispers,
"So when will we make our own?"
:) Hehe.
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riddle me this, batman.
i want to use toby as a toothbrush, the very feminine and masculine urge to shrink him put toothpaste on him and brush my teeth with him
anon i understand you more than anyone in the world right now
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