#yeah i know apparently i am in a mood for hybrids lately ahahah

[imikhailotakeyouian]

Gallavich Fawn!AU story+art

Hello, beautiful people!

So, I did a thing :’D since I really enjoyed making the art I posted yesterday I tried the same style drawing Ian as a fawn.

And I loved it.

So I made Mickey too.

It didn’t come out as cute as Ian, but overall it’s not bad.

So I’m posting it -and I wrote something for it.

Could this be the first chapter of a new fanfic? Let me know if you like it!

-------

Ian doesn’t know much about life outside the Autumn Forest.

He is a simple fawn. He wakes up in the morning and leaves his nest one hoof at a time, he eats an apple and leaves his cozy cottage to go to the river and fetch some fresh water. He meets with other fawns for a chat, sometimes they run in the valley. He makes some mushroom soup for dinner and goes to sleep.

And repeat.

Nothing different ever happens.

Not that he is expecting something different. Not that he looks for it.

Until one morning, on his way to the river, he hears a grunt. And it’s not an animal grunt, he comes from a fawn. He startles right away, and panics almost. Is one of his friends injured?

He follows that noise until he reaches the source and he stops abruptly.

It is a fawn.

But it’s nothing he has ever seen before.

The colors.

The colors are wrong. Or right?

Fawns from the Autumn Forest all have earthy colors, like himself.

But this fawn is different -he has shiny black fur with shades of dark grey and dark freckles all over his torso and his face. And -oh, his face. The skin under the fur and the freckles is so white and, more than anything, his eyes are bluer than the brightest summer sky.

Ian has never seen something more beautiful in his life.

But he is definitely not from the Autumn Forest -his colors scream Winter.

The thing is, fawns usually don’t leave their forests. It’s to avoid, other than humans, also possible fights and war. Something happened in ancient times, Ian doesn’t really care about it now.

When the Winter fawn notices him, he is rewarded with the meanest pair of grumpy eyes ever -he is almost hilarious.

They don’t speak yet; they are just studying each other. After all, if fawns don’t usually trespass on other forests, there is a reason. So, why this Winter fawn is in the Autumn Forest?

That’s when Ian notices a wound on the fawn’s left side and he suddenly remembers the grunt and what led him there to begin with.

So, he moves, finally, approaching the Winter fawn slowly but with a confident smile -he doesn’t want to spook him, but he also wants to clarify that he is there to help him.

Instinctively, the Winter fawn scoots back on the ground holding his left side -he seems ready to fight as much as possible, his hoofs seem ready to kick at any second.

“I just want to help you,” says Ian, kneeling one meter away from the Winter fawn.

The Winter fawn doesn’t speak yet, but he is studying Ian’s expression.

“Fawns don’t kill fawns,” offers Ian, scooting a bit closer.

“Who do you think hurt me?” grunts the Winter fawn, scooting back the same distance that Ian gained a few seconds ago.

Ian is taken aback from that information -he would have bet a human hunter had done that. “One from the Autumn Forest?”

The Winter fawn rolls his eyes. “No.”

Ian’s smile is warm and makes the Winter fawn blush lightly. “I swear on my antlers that I don’t want to hurt you.”

Another eye-roll, but the Winter fawn’s cheeks are still pink. He has to admit that the Autumn fawn is goddamn cute. “Your nest is close?”

Ian nods eagerly and offers his right hand to help him up. “My name is Ian.”

The Winter fawn considers it for a few seconds, then he accepts Ian’s help to get on his hoofs. “Mickey.”

Ian smiles sweetly and keeps Mickey’s hand in his when he starts walking back to his cottage. “I know herbs, I can help you with that-“

“Do you have to hold my hand? I’m not a young calf,” interrupts Mickey, staying just one step behind Ian.

Ian chuckles lightly. “It’s to comfort you.”

“Comfort me?”

“Sure, you are injured and in a forest you do not know.”

Mickey sighs dramatically but doesn’t tear his hand away. He takes advantage of his position to check Ian’s fur, especially his ears -they look so soft. Mickey had never looked at another fawn and thought about how soft their fur might be, so saying that he is confused and fascinated is an understatement.

He doesn’t even realize that they are at Ian’s nest -well, cottage. Autumn Fawns do live a good life apparently- so when Ian stops, Mickey almost crashes into his back.

Ian quickly reaches out and wraps his arm around Mickey’s waist, right where the black fur starts covering his lower body. “Hey, you alright?”

Mickey blushes again and kicks his right hoof on the ground. “Yeah, yeah. This your nest?”

“My home, yes.”

“Seems nice.”

Ian smiles and delicately pushes Mickey towards the cottage. “Wait to see inside.”

Ian wasn’t joking -when Mickey steps inside the cottage, he can’t believe his eyes. The place is beautiful, carefully ornated inch by inch with devotion, a lovely mix of cottagecore and forestcore style with utensils and decorations both handmade by fawns and of human manufacture -Mickey will have to ask how Ian found those items.

“I- I did not expect this,” admits Mickey -his wound momentarily forgotten.

“How’s your home back in your forest?” asks Ian, while reaching a cabinet full of herbs.

Mickey thinks of his nest -it’s more of a foxhole that he can dig again anywhere else in case of need. Sometimes it’s a cave, or if he’s lucky, maybe a lair abandoned by another fawn. He has no possessions whatsoever. “Not like this.”

Ian grabs a mortar where he starts to mush the herbs. “Wanna talk about it?”

Mickey considers it. Would Ian be spooked by his life and kick him out? Or would he understand and offer him temporary shelter?

Ian looks back at him with a curious look along with a cute smile. And Mickey doesn’t know why, but he feels like he can trust him.

“Sure.”

#let me know if you like the art and the story! #yeah i know apparently i am in a mood for hybrids lately ahahah #fawn!gallavich AU #fawn!ian #fawn!mickey #my art #my writing #new AU? #gallavich