I feel like I've been posting for a while now but it hasn't even been a year! Anyway, since 2025 is at it's end, here's a list of all the hcs/fics that I'm proud of. Thank you to everyone who reblogs, comments, and reads my little rambles! <3 You make writing worth it.
Anything I'm really proud of is marked with a 🐤
PS - my backup account is @chimckennns
David
Angel's passing ft. flowers (1)
Angel's passing ft. petals (2)
Angel being emotional and Davey loving them for it :)
"Mine" "Craft"
Mob Boss AU (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)
Angel is really sick, David is worried (Part 1) (Part 2) 🐤
Angel is someone who tears up during an argument 🐤 (really proud of this)
David quotes (non-canon, in no particular order) (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)
Knight!David AU
SecurityGuard!David AU
David was gone for seven days for a gig
Angel and storms
Cooking 🐤
Asher
Ash is like glitter
Lifeguard!Asher AU
Barista!Asher AU
Babe dies 🐤
Milo
Sweetheart dies
Sweetheart has a panic attack after the inversion
Milo quotes (non-canon)
Sam
Darlin' deserves softness in their life, and Sam is more than happy to be the source of it.
Wolf Darlin' shenanigans
Sam quotes (Part 1) (Part 2) (non-canon)
Darlin' crossed the bridge. Sam follows. 🐤
Just because eternity is an option doesn’t mean it’s what is meant to be.
Darlin' doesn't like their photo taken. Sam does.
Vincent
Vincent AU (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (tbc) 🐤
Vincent and Lovely's adventures through the decades
Lovely getting their electro magic back 🐤
Porter
He's never been more happy. But he's never been more afraid.
It's awkward and it's slow. But it's real. 🐤
How can I call them my Treasure when I can't treat them like one?
Porter was in too deep
Kisses
Gavin
Carving FL into eternity 🐤
Touch
Moles are where your lover kissed you in your past life 🐤
Their love is eternal
Guy
After an argument
Guy's graduation
Honey is sick
Angst
Ollie
Baby coming home after a long day
Aaron
The perfect morning
Such a tease. He knows you like it.
Anton
Wolf!Anton cuddles
More cuddles
Anton is someone who commits every inch of his lover to memory 🐤
Big titty Milo and his makeshift bra Sweetheart who offers to help “unburden him” by cupping his pecs and holding them in place.
They shuffle close behind him as he walks to the kitchen, hands never leaving his chest. Milo tries to bat them away but they’re stubborn and skilfully avoid his hands.
The next day they do the same but this time to the absolute cake he’s packing at the back.
Angel isn’t scared of storms anymore. Not as much as before, anyway.
But when it’s one of those huge downpours coupled with frequent close thunder and lightning, it still makes them jump.
They’re glad they’re at home when the eye of the storm approached.
They were sitting in David’s lap, his legs on either side of them as he held the remote in front. With every clap of thunder they winced, subconsciously trying to wriggle themselves further back into David’s chest.
David paused the game, setting the remote aside to hold them, his arms wrapping around their waist and holding them tight. His size meant he was able to envelope them almost fully, head leaning on their shoulder and legs propping up so he caged their whole body with his.
“I’m here, Angel. Nothing will hurt you. Not while I’m here.”
Angel nodded against him, hands gripping his forearms. David smiled when he felt their heart rate calm, and the smell of fear gradually dissipated from his mate.
They looked up at him, crown of their head against his chest.
“…can we play minecraft?”
David chuckled. It was such an Angel question. But he was also glad they felt good enough to ask.
He quickly saved and exited his game before opening up minecraft and passing them the remote.
The night was spent with Angel working on their latest project (“this’ll be our house”, they said.) and David watching while giving them some design suggestions. Gradually the storm faded into the distance, either physically or simply because they stopped paying attention to it, but that didn’t matter.
He was happy to see his mate relaxed and smiling in his arms.
Hehe what if David imbued a bit of his magic into Angel’s wedding + engagement ring so theyre marked by him both physically and through his aura present in the magic 😋
Any vamp or shifter or anyone else will immediately recognise the alpha’s magic coming from his mate and know they’re his
Honey becomes a total softie after they don’t see Guy for a while, whether it’s a work trip or something else.
They’re usually not one to be clingy unless they’re sick, but the moment they see him at their airport they run into his arms and don’t let go for a while, looking up at him with misty eyes as they tell him they missed him in a rare moment of upfront honesty.
Guy just melts. They were sold adorable when they were sappy. He’s holding them equally as tight and finds himself relax for the first time since they left, and he could feel it in their body too.
The whole drive home they’re holding his hand (when it’s safe) and even nuzzling into his palm. Guy can’t stop grinning ear to ear, trying hard to remain focused on the road and ignore his heart soaring. Their hands were so warm. They were real. They were home.
As soon as they reached their apartment and closed the door, Honey was all over him again, hugging him and nuzzling his neck. Guy laughed, waddling them to the couch where they could finally sit down together and he could hold them properly as they straddled his lap.
He loved them so much. And he could feel their love for him overflowing, having built up over the past week of long distance. Guy made sure to savour every moment together, kissing them on the crown of their head and squeezing them tight.
…but in my head Lincoln is MASSIVE. Crazy tall, yes, but also SOLID. He has to be, to account for the weight of gravity. He’s just BIG. But he’s also hella shy, and everyone is always watching him, which he has shown to be hyper sensitive to.
Logical conclusion?
Lincoln slouches and tries to make himself as small as possible, which is why he always sits. He always wears hoodies, and hides in the deep hood so he doesn’t have to see all the eyes that follow him.
…yes, I have at least three more fics of Lincoln on the way, why do you ask? 👀 😅
It’s rare for Honey to take long naps. Mostly because they never let themselves indulge in it, saying it’s a waste of time when they could be doing something more productive.
So Guy knew they’d be cursing at themselves when they wake up from their nap. It had been almost four hours since they closed their eyes. He gently traced their dark circles, frowning. They must’ve been really tired.
Always pushing themselves too hard.
Being very careful, Guy lifted the covers on his side of the bed and wriggled in. His arms pulled them close to rest against his body, and he smiled when they reacted in their sleep, turning so their head was on his chest. He stayed there, admiring their features and rubbing soothing circles on their back, something he always did to help them relax.
It was around ten minutes later when Honey started stirring. Their eyes were only half open, but they started to sit up.
“Shhh. Stay.”
“Mm? Guy?”
“Stay with me.” He kissed the top of their head, bringing them back down to his chest.
“What time is it?”
“Time to nap, baby.” Guy tucked them in, resuming his motions on their back and lulled them back to sleep before they could even reply.
This way they can blame him instead of themselves for indulging in more rest. Guy was more than willing to take it, if it meant Honey finally got more sleep.
Besides, it was the perfect opportunity to indulge with them.
he's so proud of himself every single time they put it outside to the pile of "very nice and important sticks to use for later". Yes, it's a full long name and he insists on using it
random photo from pinterest but his tail wags like crazy all the way back home
I had an idea... And @chimckenns said do it, so I shall... of Milo Father's Day solstice angst
Ask ye shall receive
The solstice alone made everything feel off, but the fact it landed on Father's Day felt like a cruel joke.
The minute Milo woke up, everything hurt. Every single thing. He didn't even want to move. It took all effort to turn over to bury against Sweetheart's neck, sighing out a long groan.
His eyes refused to stay open, but he could catch glimpses of his mate's visibility fading in and out. The joys of both being Moonbound… at least the two of them could be miserable together.
"We're gonna have to get up eventually," He heard his mate mumble, he huffed a breath in response.
"I don't see how it's necessary," he propped his head on their shoulder, "no one says we have to."
"As much as I'd love to stay in bed," they started getting up but he held on as tight as his body would allow, "we'll both feel better if we get up."
He hated it, he hated how it had some truth to it. When he got the nerve to move, his body screamed at him to quit it and lay down again. Not listening to it, he got to the edge of the bed, dragging his palms down his face.
"You'd think," he let his head droop to the side so he could look over and watch his mate get up, "with how many years that dumbass department has been in business, they'd have at least something to make this shit any easier."
Sweetheart rounded the bed to take his hands to pull him up, "That would mean they'd have to put in effort," they responded with a gentle tug of his hands so he was actually standing.
Yeah… wasn't wrong.
The two of them didn't really bother getting dressed, neither of them felt up to it. And trying to make breakfast… there was a reason for frozen meals to heat up.
Right inside the kitchen, Milo looked over to see the calendar. The words "First Day of Summer" right under "Father's Day." All he could do was glare at the damn thing.
"You okay?"
He heard the voice before he even saw their face. Right... Their magic basically made them a "ghost" of sorts, fading in and out of view.
He shrugged as he sighed, "Yeah… for the most part."
They hugged around his waist from behind, their chin propped against his shoulder, "Do… you want me to make something?"
They couldn't be feeling much better than him, he wasn't about to make them do a damn thing, "Nah… don't bother, could just get something delivered. I'm sure some places deliver this early… right?" He knew of a couple of places around Dahlia that were run by empowered people… pretty sure he heard how the places would have Sunbound people run the shifts on the solstice to lighten the load and help out.
"That part I can handle," they pressed a kiss to his cheek, "you can go lay down again."
"I can get it, sweetheart, you don't-"
He was promptly silenced with a kiss on the neck this time. And as awful as he felt, that seemed to make him forget that it was the solstice. He took that as a "Shut the fuck up and do as your told" in their own little way.
Lucky for them, he ended up wanting to flop face down onto the couch. One arm off the couch, dangling to the floor, a leg partially off. He looked — and felt — like a ragdoll that got tossed to the side.
He could hear his mate tending to Aggro, the cat being the only one bright eyed and bushy tailed. Aggro was so used to one of his cat parents being able to cloak so the cat hardly even reacted to not being able to see them while they gave him his breakfast.
Milo's head felt fuzzy, everything felt like he had a bad stomach bug, and all he wanted to do was sleep the day away. Maybe laying face down would suffocate him to make him pass out… maybe he shouldn't do that.
He lifted his head hearing them coming back into the room, adjusting enough so they could lay down with him.
"Got us something, should be about twenty minutes," they told him, getting comfortable as he held around their waist.
He only hummed a low sound in response, the effort so speak completely gone at the moment. He's dealt with Sunbound solstices all his life but they never get any easier. Every year, a full day of feeling like death warmed over.
"Out of all the days for this to land on," his words muffled against his mate's shoulder, he spoke up after a while, "it just had to be this one…"
They started to sit up, making him pout and hold onto them tighter, mumbling halfhearted complaints. "I'm sitting up so you can lay on me instead, calm down, you big puppy."
"Not a damn puppy," he huffed, still letting them move him so he was face down on their chest instead. This… was so much better, honestly.
"If you say so," they mused, lightly scratching their nails over his back, "do you wanna talk about it though?"
"…'bout what?" His brain wasn't exactly working on all cylinders.
"About today."
"Oh." Took him a second, but he connected the dots, shrugging with a sigh. "It's just… I dunno. The whole thing of Father's Day just… pisses me off. 'Cause some do not deserve to be celebrated or whatever…"
His mate didn't say anything, only lightly scratched over his back as he vented everything out.
"I've always been a little… jealous? Envious…? I don't know what the word is, but seeing both David and Ash have such good relationships with their dads just… stung- I know I shouldn't feel like that, but the thought always lingered, y'know? Like…" He sighed, "How'd I get such bad luck in that sense, I guess… it never felt fair. Seeing the two of them hanging out with their dads, laughin', all that shit, and I just had to be there while mine just…"
He rolled his eyes, hugging around his mate's waist to hide against them. "I know it's stupid. I know it is. They got the luck of having a couple of good dads meanwhile mine was the shitty one that decided gambling was the way to go in life. Ma was always on his fucking case, trying to convince him in some way to stop but he'd figure out ways to go behind her back. Thinking he could hide the fact that the rent couldn't be paid was such- like how could anyone not see that?? And I know, I know, addictions and all that- but there's gotta be line between that and just… just fuckin'…" He couldn't fight what he was even saying. "I dunno…"
"I can understand it," he looked up when they said something, "it's… human to see and feel that. There's nothing wrong with feeling that way, but… not doing anything to help that feeling dissipate is the problem. There's going to be people that have it and better relationships with their dads, but don't hold that against them. Especially with ones that you're so close to. David and Ash had better relationships with their fathers, yeah, and I know that yours…" Milo could hear the cringe in their voice as they trailed off for a moment, "but… they're still your friends. Keep remembering that part. That despite that feeling, at the end of the day, they'll still be there for you. And I know you'll always be there for them in the same way."
He lifted his head, looking up at him, then huffed a lazy laugh, "Sometimes I hate when you're right, y'know that?"
"Oh I know."
"Smartass…"
He got a light smack to his shoulder for that one, "Get up real quick."
"Whyyyyy…"
"Because I got something delivered and it got here, quit your whining or I'll call you a puppy again."
Being the grown ass man that he is, he stuck his tongue out at them, but sat up anyway. Though after doing so, he laid on his side the second they got up.
He was nearly dozed off, a kiss getting him to force himself to blink and open his eyes. "Up."
"What if I don't wanna."
"Be a good boy," oh they're testing their luck, "and get up."
When things get hard for the listeners their loves are always there to cheer them up in just the way they need.
Lovely who has spent too long staring into the mirror, poking at eyes and fangs that after all this time still don't yet feel like their own. Vincent swoops in at full speed to give them a peck on the cheek - it never fails to surprise them and Lovely turns to him in delight . They look into his eyes; eyes they trust, that they never for a second have doubted feeling safe to look into. Glimmering silver, like theirs but different, the only colour they've ever known his to have. And before they get too lost in their thoughts again, he's behind them, pressing a kiss behind their ear. To their left, trailing sweet kisses down their shoulder to their hand. And he doesn't stop until they burst into laughter, that's music to his ears, and kiss him back.
Freelancer pacing scorch marks into the ground, pouring over every inch of their latest exam of how they can possibly have done better. The paper is crumpled in their grasp and the page messy with scrawled handwriting that becomes increasingly illegible. Gavin knows not to interrupt the flow but will just move his shoulder with a wince, rubbing it. Freelancer's head snaps up. The y're immediately fussing over him, and he lets them; until he finds the perfect time to strike and insists on repaying them with a massage that simply must be done in their most comfortable pyjamas on the bed. And as they sink into his arms, exhausted, he relishes in them finally resting, knowing they can talk in the morning.
Dreamer is having a panic attack, fangs and wires intertwine into a hideous maelstrom in their head. They're hidden in a random storage closet on campus, praying no one needs new laminating sheets when they hear a voice. "Yes through here friends." And suddenly Corvus, Lincoln, and Theo are piling in with them. Lincoln is hunched awkwardly under the low ceiling, with Theo tucked underneath and Corvus riding on Lincoln's back. The sight is so ridiculous that they can't help but let out a short bark of a laugh. Lincoln (after setting Corvus down) will gently take their hands and help slow their breathing down; Theo pulls out a ridiculous amount of snacks and juices to offer them, and Corvus is softly listing rollercoaster facts, eyes darting between all the humans to ensure what he's doing is still correct and helping (it is).
When Doc's apathy threatens to overwhelm them, the creeping numbness that settles in the sidelines, they'll suddenly feel weight on them. Hush settles on top of them, pinning them to the sofa with just the right amount of weight. He also purrs. He read the sound can be soothing to some humans and so is trying it out. The sound sparks curiosity and comfort in Doc, and the relief in feeling again has them curling up around Hush.
Ollie comes back from work one day to find Baby curled up on the couch, red eyed and blankly staring at the tv screen. He'll drop his things in the doorway and rush to the closet, pulling out all the blankets and pillows they own. They'll try and peek at what he's doing but he'll pull the blanket back down over their eyes, stealing a kiss as he returns to his task. After thirty minutes he guides them to the bedroom where he's set up their own pillow fort, with fairy lights haphazardly strung over the bed. His laptop is set up with youtube open and they notice the telltale notification of Max's Pizza pop up on his phone. They have a proper cry, cuddled up in his arms while the two of them watch ttrpg breakdowns - save from the world in their fort.
Baaabe who gets cold super easily and Ash wakes up to them shivering and clinging to him tightly. Blindly he stretches his arm as far as he can go without disturbing them to grab one of the spare blankets he keeps under the bed.. He tosses it awkwardly over the two of them, while thanking his past self for always sleeping shirtless as Baaabe settles, his hand rubbing their back as they drift back into pleasant, warmer dreams.
On the inverse, Angel who struggles intensely in the heat and mourns cuddling with their husband every night. The house's AC is broken thank you wolf pack house party. They're overheated, miserable, and touch starved, sulking in the pool like an emotional crocodile. Also desperately missing his mate, David plans a small holiday to the beach. The air is cooler by the coast, and the small rental he finds is not only decorated to Angel's tastes but also fully equipped with AC. Nothing feels better than watching the love of his life's face light up as they pulled up, and he watches them fondly as the salt breeze sweeps over them.
treasure who went as a vampire for halloween, so excited to show porter their outfit and their makeup
porter who froze up as soon as he saw them, heart stuttering in his chest as he took in that bite mark on their neck that looked almost too real, those fake fangs that reminded him of his own, the grey contacts in their eyes that stifled their own beautiful eye colour and he had to fight to remember what they looked like normally
porter who thought his treasure looked so perfect and gorgeous, who wrapped his arms around them and listened to the beating of their heart as though to remind himself that they were still alive
porter who never wants to see them like that again.
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