A/N: what’s up guys, two in one night and i won, (pun intended) the next one will be out tmmr trust :D
Damian had sent you a text telling you to urgently come over, which was weird, he described it as being in need of desperate help, so being terrified that your boyfriend was in some sort of danger you hurriedly made your way through Gotham City. after what felt like hours—it was ten minutes—you had finally made it to Wayne Manor.
The large house stood eerily silent as your feet slowly took you up towards the door where before you finger hit the doorbell Damian had already opened the door with Titus right behind him. The look on his face gave away nothing as you opened your mouth to speak, only to be cut off by Alfred the cat rubbing up against your legs, the purr he let out sending vibrations up your leg.
“damian what—” you try to start but nothing comes out.
“beloved…just…come inside,” damian says, looking anywhere but you as he steps to the side making way for you to come in. the main entrance is a mess, all of the curtains and couches are scratched up and not even the lamps were spared, the place is a wreck.
“damian did alfred do this?” sweet little alfred? could he ever? damian tries to compose himself but it wasn’t working very well,
“yes beloved, it was alfred. he…decided his wall wasn’t enough and now pennyworth is going to kill me.”
a small laugh escapes your lips and you bend down and scoop alfred into your arms, his small form snuggling against you as you coo down at him. Damian watches with an incredulous expression as alfred listens to you and not him,
“it seems as though alfred likes you better than me,” he says with a small huff as you go to sit down on the torn couch.
“cmon damian, it’s nothing big i’ll just help you petsit alfred for now, and then we’ll order some takeout and watch a movie later?”
Dividers by @/thecutestgrotto and banner by @/strangergraphics Not beta'd. I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, copied, translated or put through an AI machine. all my work is 18+.
Tags/warnings: fluff, mistreatment of a pet! pet neglect, Becky warning (v sorry anyone called Becky), mutual pining/idiots in love, best friends to lovers, obvs a happy ending, kisses
Summary: You take it upon yourself to save Drogo when your bestfriend's girlfriend refuses to look after him properly.
Word count: 1.7k
A/N: I can't remember which moot it was who - many moons ago - made a post about CE!Babes and their pets that look/act like them. I was originally going in a different direction, remembered the post, and decided to take inspiration from that hahaha.
It was by divine intention that unique Jake Jensen managed to acquire a pet that, for intents and purposes, looked like him.
Drogo, a five year old bearded dragon, lived the best possible life a dragon could. A large glass tank with plenty of rocks to hide himself or sunbathe on under the glare of a perfectly temperatured UV bulb and a human best buddy who fed him his favourite foods, took him on mini-adventures, or gave him snuggles and scritches whenever he wished.
The only thing that Drogo hated in his idyllic life was Becky.
She and Jake hadn't been together for a long time but, in that short time, she had disrupted meal times, playtime and grimaced and squealed when Jake had placed him onto her chest. In an act of revenge, Drogo had bitten her (arguably not hard) when she attempted to reconcile at Jake's behest by stroking along his scales.
Only two people were allowed to do that; Jake and you.
No amount of beady, lizard side-eye or purposefully sunbathing in the opposite direction with his back to Jake, seemed to make his human pal get the hint.
Becky needed to go.
"Hey you," you smile at Jake, though it doesn't reach your eyes, as you both embrace. "How's it been?"
"Uh, good, yeah-" Jake rubs the back of his head. "It's-"
"And how's my bay-bee boyyy?" You giggle upon seeing Drogo, excitedly looking over at you - his tail thrashing like an overexcited puppy. He'd missed you.
Jake chuckles at the sight, watching you drop your bag to rush over to the tank and delicately pick up the lizard, holding Drogo close to your chest. When you turn to Jake, smiling brightly, Drogo can feel your heart race. He wished you were Jake's other half instead of Becky.
He could never understand why Jake had never, in the many years of being your best friend, had taken your face in his hands and just kissed you. To Drogo, it was insanity. You spent more time together than any other humans Jake hung around with until Becky came along and even then, you still made regular appearances.
"Your notebook's in my bag." You tell Jake, scratching the top of Drogo's head. "Did you manage to get through mine?"
"Yeah it's on the coffee table, just remind me later." Jake waves a hand dissmissively. "Want a drink?"
Hours pass and melt together - you and Jake giving eachother a run for the other's money with how much you yap. Drogo sits between you, often moving between each of you to find the cosiest spot, but settles on the miniscule space between where you and Jake's knees almost touch. The peace is disrupted when Becky arrives and you and Jake jumped up like you had been caught with your hands in the cookie jar.
You'd hurriedly pick up Drogo and your bag and explain to Jake you'll see him when you get back and to enjoy his conference in the next state over and tell Becky to call if she needs any help with Drogo.
"Sure." She says sourly, not looking up from her phone.
Giving Drogo one last missing-you-already look, you head out - missing the same look on Jake's face as you leave.
4 days later...
"I mean, it's just a lizard. It's not like he has emotions or anything." Becky shrugs. "He's not a dog."
Jake, from his crouched position, blinks before slowly turning to look at his girlfriend. "He's my best pal."
After returning from his conference, Becky had told him that Drogo had vanished from his cage. She had said he must have gotten out last night but from how pristine the cage looked, he was beginning to think it was longer than that. He knew she wasn't over keen on his little lizard friend, but surely she wouldn't do something so intentionally cruel?
Becky shifts on her feet and rolls her eyes with a huff under her breath, that makes Jake's insides roil with anger. How could she be so aloof right now?
"Yeah - I'm sure he would be if he had feelings or whatever." She folds her arms across her chest and pouts; something Jake used to find cute but now finds it disgusts him. "Come on, he'll turn up. We're gonna miss our date."
"You go ahead." Jake snaps harshly, dropping his head to look under the sofa again so she wouldn't see the tick in his jaw. This situation had brought out her true colours - more coldhearted than a dragon could ever be - and so cruel to have not only potentially hurt Drogo but by extension Jake; who had done nothing but try to be the best boyfriend he could.
"You're seriously picking a lizard over me?" Becky snarls.
"Yes." Jake deadpans, still not looking at her.
"Fine!" Becky storms towards the door. "When you stop being such a loser and realise that it's just a stupid lizard, you'll be begging for me to take you back."
"Sure." Jake deadpans again and, with one final scoff of indignation, Becky leaves - slamming the door behind her. In the silence, Jake sighs and clambers to his feet.
"C'mon buddy. Where are you?"
4 days earlier...
You hadn't trusted Becky to look after Drogo and you had felt guilty for thinking it at first but then, upon using Jake's spare key to quickly steal your notebook back when you realised you'd forgotten it two days later, you had discovered that she hadn't changed his water since your visit or re-filled his food bowl with his breakfast for that morning.
"Oh, baby boy." You coo, cupping Drogo in your palms, anger towards Becky quelling slightly so that you could peck the dragon's head. "She doesn't deserve you."
Drogo holds his head up high, almost like he knows his worth and is in total agreement with you.
"I can't leave you like this but-" you hear Becky's voice echo in the hall and look back at the lizard in your hands.
Your eyes meet and, for a moment, it seems like Dr Doolittle has blessed you with the ability to communicate with the animal before you.
Take me with you! Don't leave me with her!
You gentle place Drogo in the pocket of your hoodie, grabbing your car keys and making a beeline for the door, running into Becky who was just opening it.
"Hi." You say briskly. She doesn't try to hide her frown.
"What are you doing here?" She snaps.
You waggle your notebook in her face. "I left my notes. I did text but you never answered."
She scoffs and pushes past you. "Don't let me keep you, then."
All guilt of kidnapping (lizard-napping? Dragon-napping?) Drogo evaporates. Hopefully, she'll notice he's gone but you doubt it, given there state of his tank. Thank God you had a spare at yours for you and Jake's movie or tv marathons.
But if anyone asked you'd say Jake asked you to take him after all.
Drogo watched patiently as you refilled his bowl, enjoying the holiday away from Becky in your apartment. Not only had you saved him from Becky the Unworthy, you had fed him his favourite brand of mealworm too. He was already enjoying the new set up, even if it meant he had to sit in a smaller tank for a few days.
"I've texted Jake and told him to stop by when he's home." You promise him. "Hopefully Becky notices or comes clean but man, I couldn't let you stay with her buddy."
Drogo has the best few days at your apartment. You feel so guilty for leaving him in the care of Becky that you spoil him more than usual - extra treats, cuddles and scritches galore. At present, you are Favourite Human, having not only rescued him but set up a tiny hammock at your living room window so he could sun bathe next to you whilst you worked away at your computer.
Four days later there's rapid, loud knocks at your door that startle you from your spreadsheet and you rush to the door, surprised to see Jake panting and heaving for breath like he'd just sprinted up five flights of stairs. Which, you wouldn't put past him.
"Jake, you're-"
"Is he here?" He blurts anxiously.
"Yes, he's-" You begin as Jake brushes past you into your apartment, looking around wildly before spotting Drogo, lounging in his hammock.
"My boy!" Jake gushes apologies at the dragon, who acts aloof in his presence, still peeved at being left with Becky. "I'm sorry. I - Hell, Y/N thank you so much. You even got his favourites."
Jake looks a little tearful and you hold up your hands. "You would've done the same for me if the roles were reversed."
Suddenly, Jake's hands grasp your face and pull you towards him, kissing you hard. You both stay in suspended animation for a moment before breaking away, blushing furiously.
"I-" Jake starts, releasing your face. "I don't know why I did that."
Before he can inch away further, you imitate his action and pull him back towards you, kissing him like he was about to disappear. Drogo's tail whips back and forth wildly, catching your and Jake's attention. Drogo's mouth is wide open - smiling toothlessly at the both of you.
Jake puts his hand out and Drogo finally scuttles up his arm and onto his shoulder, where he can sit between you and watch the sparks fly in real time.
"I broke up with Becky." Jake blurts. "I couldn't stay with her - not after-" He stops talking to kiss you again.
"I get it." You huff, trying to catch your breath. Your head was spinning but it felt great.
"I was stupid. Let me buy you a coffee or something." Jake sighs and yelps when Drogo nibbles his ear.
You chuckle. "I think you ought to make it up to him first. But," You take a dramatic pause waiting for Jake's blue eyes to meet yours. "I'll forgive you if we do a movie night and you buy the snacks."
Jake grins. "Deal."
Drogo looks between you both relishing the fact that finally, you've both seen sense. And if lizards could smile, he'd be beaming right about now.
-> Next
A/N: I shouldn't give myself the idea of babes having pets that look like them 🥲 ...Lloyd would keep snakes or spiders I just know it 😭 Ari an aussie shepherd? Ransom would have a gangly stray he fell in love with ... Curtis already has Sprout the Jack Russell, Bucky has Alpine and Apollo... who would Steve have???
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Welcome into our Family (Will Graham x Reader, #2 Pet Sitting Flufftober 2025)
Fandom: NBC Hannibal
Pairing: Will Graham/Reader, Will Graham x Reader
Characters: Will Graham, Reader, Will Graham’s dogs
Rating: General Audiences
Words: 1,092
Synopsis: Y/N had been seeing Will Graham on and off for a while. Most importantly: they were looking after his dogs when he was working long days. However, they did not seem to understand how official it was so Will and them have the talk.
Tags: Gender-neutral Reader, They/Them Pronouns for Reader-Insert, Will Graham x Reader - Freeform, Flufftober 2025, Fictober, Flufftober, Fluff, Romance, Pet Sitting, Will Graham Loves Dogs, reader loves dogs, Romantic Fluff, Getting Together, Will Graham loves fishing, Dogs, Reader Didn't Know They Were Actually A Couple, Casual dating, Comfort, Short One Shot
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Here's @flufftober's Day 2 prompt "Pet Sitting"!
I gotta admit that I struggled a bit to find a character to write the prompt for and then I had my eureka moment, of course Will Graham for pet sitting!!!!! This is my first time publishing for Hannibal so I hope you'll enjoy!
@flufftober Day 2 brings us to Gen 2 territory, with my favorite rival and my favorite champion and a cute, dumb, baby Dratini ₊˚⊹♡
*****
The plan seemed simple enough. Head out to the Dragon's Den every morning, take on some Magikarp until the thing was strong enough to tackle some stronger opponents, then head to the cabin by sunset. Rinse and repeat. Nothing could go wrong, and Lance would be back for the Dragon before they knew it.
Except that Dratini had other plans. Plans that involved slithering its way into Silver's lap as they sat on the couch.
Farmer's market was your favorite place to be on slow and quiet Sundays, and having bucky with you was just an added incentive. The Opalite sky was casting a radiance on the fresh produce of the market, making it even more relaxing.
You were walking around checking and picking veggies of your choice as bucky followed, holding all the bags like a gentleman he was.
He was just enjoying being here, occasionally stopping to check on things that piqued his interest. Which mainly consisted of the baked cookies and muffins sold by the nonnas.
You stopped in front of a fruit vendor, picking up oranges and apples, twirling them in your hand, checking if they're firm enough and ripe enough before dropping them in your bag.
“I think it's gonna rain doll” Bucky said from behind, looking up at where the sky had turned from bright blue to grayish and cloudy.
There was no rain forecast today, so none of you had bothered to bring an umbrella with yourself. And there was absolutely no place to take shelter beneath in an open farmer's market.
You looked at bucky, puzzled. Only to find him looking back at you with the same expression.
“Here, I have an extra. You can have it” The fruit vendor was nice enough to offer you one of his umbrellas as it began to drizzle.
You rushed to the sidewalk with bucky. It was absolutely pouring by the time you were turning the corner of the street.
The avengers compound was only 15 minutes away from the market so you had decided to have a nice romantic walk with your lovely partner, which had now turned into both of you fumbling to get inside the umbrella to avoid getting wet.
“Can you scoot a little?”
“If I even move an inch, I'll be out of the umbrella”
“But I'm getting wet”
“So am I”
After a few seconds of bickering, you both realized that there was no way the umbrella would fit both of you and now you're both walking on the pavement with one shoulder out of the umbrella.
“This is so romantic” Bucky joked, but before you could laugh a truck passed by the sidewalk you were walking on, splashing muddy water your way.
There wasn't much time for bucky to shield you with the umbrella, between the water spraying and you being drenched in mud from head to toe.
“Omg are you fine?” Bucky asked,but there wasn't an ounce of concern in his voice. No. He looked so amused right now.
You turned your head towards him, sharply, hair spraying water before sticking to your face, turning your ‘angry girlfriend moment’ into ‘I'm embarrassing myself moment’
That was the last straw for bucky, he threw his head back and laughed until he couldn't breathe. All while you looked at him angrily, without so much as a smile on your face.
He realized it ultimately and commented, “If it helps, you look really beautiful right now”
You scowled “ Beautiful? Buck, I look like a soggy mop right now!” And there he goes again with the laughing.
You snatched the umbrella away from him, letting him soak in the rain before laughing at him as revenge.
He was unfazed as he just took your hand, and sprinted in the direction of the compound with you following behind, giggling.
And when you reached there, Sam and Nat were clearly horrified as they saw you and bucky, soaking wet and laughing.
But you didn't care about that. Not when your little domestic getaway had turned into a core memory. The kind that you tell your grand-kids about.
You left muddy footprints in the hallway as you walked to your room, hand in hand with bucky. Because with him, even this was romantic. Soggy mop and all…
Description: After being injured while working with the lurca hounds, Ava (OC/Yumesona) has to go and see Dr. Hemlock for medical assistance.
Notes: Slightly suggestive if you squint? Nothing explicit though.
“Ow!”
Ava cried out in pain as the needle pierced her flesh once more.
“What did I just say?” Dr. Hemlock admonished, though not harshly. “Hold. Still.”
She huffed in annoyance, crossing her arms as he continued his work.
As the primary animal caregiver on Mount Tantiss, Ava was used to working with lurca hounds. However, it had slipped her mind that today marked the beginning of the creatures’ mating season, during which they tended to get aggressive and territorial. While feeding them that morning, she’d received a few scratches and a particularly deep gash on her upper thigh, which she knew would need sutures.
The doctor had been decidedly unamused when she had checked into medbay. She’d expected to be scolded for such a foolish mistake, but he had just sighed and shook his head, as if he were more disappointed than angry.
She’d figured she would just find a medical droid to patch her up, but Hemlock had insisted on caring for her wounds personally. So here they were, in a small, sterile examination room where he was stitching her skin back together, and the numbing solution he’d applied could only do so much to dampen the pain.
She tried not to focus too hard on the way his gloved left hand felt resting on her inner thigh, or the way his working hand brushed against her skin in a steady back-and-forth motion as the needle wove its way through her flesh. Instead, she chose to look at his face. It was turned down towards his work, and his brow was furrowed in concentration. A rogue strand of his slicked back hair had fallen over his forehead.
Staring directly at him turned out to be a mistake, too. His icy blue eyes were fixed on the wound, his pupils dilated in concentration. Every once in a while, the rhythm of his fingers would pause as he located the right place to weave the needle through.
Kriff, am I into this? Ava thought to herself.
She’d been grappling with her feelings for the doctor for some time now, but being attracted to the way he dressed her wounds was new. She shook her head, pushing those thoughts aside.
“Is something wrong, Miss Ava?”
Kriff. Had he noticed her staring?
“No, no, I’m fine.” She answered hastily, turning away as she felt her cheeks beginning to flush.
Hemlock didn’t seem convinced, but he didn’t say anything else. Instead, he returned his attention to the wound, resuming the steady rhythm of before as he finished the last few stitches.
She had to squeeze her eyes shut and grit her teeth to keep from crying out as he finally pulled the finished sutures taut. Despite her efforts, a small, strangled groan escaped her lips as the wound was finally woven shut. She was still breathing heavily as he snipped off the excess thread and patted her thigh gently.
“Good girl.”
She froze, trying to cover up the way those two words sent a sudden heat coursing through her entire body. Her eyes darted over to where he was now applying a final dressing and bandage to the wound, unsure if she’d heard him right. Sure enough, there was a small smile playing on his lips as he worked.
“Um, thank you, Doctor.” She replied awkwardly as she stood up, slightly off balance. He inclined his head in acknowledgement as she stumbled to the door.
“Rest that leg as much as you can,” he advised, “I’ll see you next rotation.”
She paused again, just before pressing the button to open the door, and turned around.
“Next rotation?”
He smiled, and there was a glint in his eye as he nodded.
“Of course. I’ll need to see how well you’re healing, after all.” It was a simple statement, but his tone had an almost questioning nature to it, as if asking her permission to see her again. She could feel butterflies in her stomach at the thought, and she nodded just a bit too eagerly.
Description: Y/n enjoys playing with spencers hair on jet back home
Warnings: possible swearing, lemme know if theres anything else
Flufftober day 6: Playing with hair
Y/n- the ever workaholic decided to finish all his reports and paperwork on the jet, despite his tired (and clingy) boyfriends many protests. So they compromised; they would sit on the couch so Spencer could cuddle on y/n, and y/n could do his paperwork.
after about an hour y/n finally put his pen down, only to find Spencer asleep on his shoulder. Y/n decided to take a moment to admire his beautiful boyfriend. He noticed how peaceful his boyfriend looks compared the usual tight knot between his brows and tense shoulders. He noticed the soft rise and fall of his chest in the silent plane. Y/n couldn't help himself as he reached out and laid a hand on his head, his fingers lightly combing through the thick curls.
Spencer's eyes fluttered open at the gentle touches of his boyfriend. When he finally fully peeled open his eyes he noticed the pencil and paperwork his boyfriend had abandoned instead opting for admiring him- this thought made Spencer blush. Y/n old smiled and said "morning lovebug" in a hushed gentle tone. Spencer only rolled his eyes and leaned into his boyfriend's touch. Y/n giggled at his hypocrisy and said "does my prince enjoy when the king plays with his hair" in a joking manner. Spencer gasped in fake offense and exclaimed "your the king?! Nooo- im obviously the king and your obviously the prince!” Spencer’s voice held mock offense as he leaned in closer to Y/ns chest, despite his earlier scoldings. “of course my leige, how could i forget?” Y/n’s voice had dawned an absolutely horrible British accent and a funny voice. He continued in his this tone and accent and said “I must respect the king, as he has the softest most beautiful hair in allllll the land!” Spencer blushed and giggled quietly to himself as Y/n continued to brigs the through the soft curls all over spencers scalp- almost like a massage.
Eventually their conversation died down and they settled into a comfortable silence of Y/n slowly massaging Spencers soft curls while reading his book and spencer fast asleep on Y/ns lap, his long legs stretched all the way out to the end of the couch, barely fitting.
And soon Y/n fell asleep too, his book long since abandoned on his lap, still open to the last page. His head leaned back against the seat, and his neck was definitely going to hurt when he woke up, but it was worth it if it made spencer more comfortable.
And there they stayed for the remainder of the flight, with Y/ns hand still loosely hung on top of hid head. When they finally landed and the rest of the team began to wake, they stayed asleep. JJ was the first to notice te pile of cuteness and pointed it out to the team with a knowing a smile and a giggle. Derek couldnt help but laugh, and said “Aww, look its lover boy and boy genius cuddling! the perfect couple!” derek used a playful dreamy voice and the laughter that came after roused spencer and his boyfriend. They slowly peeled open their eyes to find at least half of the team smiling at them as if they were a cute baby. “Why are you guys looking at us like that?” Y/n questioned. the tea just giggles=d and began file out.
Y/n just held his boyfriends hand as they packet up, emerging from the jet only a couple minutes after the rest of the team.
Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Trans-Dimensional Wedding Invitation, Men After Midnight Are Overrated)
Happy day two of @flufftober! Today’s prompt is “pet sitting.” This drabble also fills my U5: Transported to an alternate universe square for the Bucky Barnes Bingo.
Title: Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Trans-Dimensional Wedding Invitation, Men After Midnight Are Overrated)
Author: Jesmalestiel
Rating: General
Warnings: None
Category: M/M
Pairing: Bucky/Clint
Characters: Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton
Summary: Proving that they can’t go five minutes without supervision, Kate is interrupted from pet sitting right after she started via Clint and Bucky returning with new hair cuts, new wedding rings, and no good excuses for why Kate’s invite got lost in the time vortex.
Technically references parts of a series that hasn’t been fully written out yet, can easily stand on its own!
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/71226811
Thanks as always to @tinysugacube for her grammatical prowess, as well as to Marvin for his official seal of approval.
