I made another Moira variation, this time Steampunk! I did this because my profesor told me that the last one (egyptian moira) wasn’t right for my class project, so , here a new one!
AUTHOR: teacuphiddlesfics
WHICH CHARACTER: Twins AU - Thomas, Bishop
GENRE: Fluff
FIC SUMMARY: Thomas discovers a surprise in Bishop’s office.
RATING: T
WARNINGS: Cuteness. A lot of cuteness
AUTHOR NOTE: I can’t believe I forgot to post this one shot. Enjoy the adorableness. Check out the entire twins universe here.
Bishop sighed when he felt the small body brushing across his legs. “Rook, gotta settle down.”
A nose bumped against his calf and Bishop supplied a hand to the puppy to sniff and lick. After a few scratches behind the ears, Rook settled back down at his feet under the desk. Bishop glanced down at him, waiting a moment before returning to work.
“I don’t think this deal is going to work. I’m not impressed with their distribution plans.” Thomas came waltzing into the office, not looking up from the tablet in his hands.
Bishop stifled a groan when he felt Rook’s body start to shake, a low growl growing.
“The columbians are idiots. Why did we -” Thomas paused, his chin lifting. “What was that?”
“What was what, sir?” Bishop’s hand tried to soothe Rook.
Thomas’ eyes narrowed. “Growling. Where is that growling coming from?”
“Growling?” Bishop raised an eyebrow. “I don’t hear anything. Have you eaten?”
“Fuck off, that’s not my stomach.” Thomas took another step forward. “That sounds like a...a..”
Bishop cursed under his breath as he felt Rook pushing against his legs in his attempt to free himself from the desk. When Rook barked in annoyance, Bishop sighed and risked a glance up at Thomas.
“Is that a DOG in my OFFICE?”
“No.”
Rook’s head made it around Bishop’s leg and poked around the corner. His ears were pinned back as his growl turned low and menacing for a puppy.
“That looks like a dog.”
“Are you high sir?”
Thomas glared. “What the hell is a dog doing here, Bishop?”
“Not a clue, sir. I’m shocked.”
Rook continued to growl as he wedged himself out from under the desk. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Bishop sighed and called him back to his side. “Rook, here.”
Rook, however, didn’t adhere to the command, instead sizing up the threat.
“That THING has a name!”
“It needed one if he was going to learn commands.”
“Going to learn - Bishop, you brought a DOG to my OFFICE.”
Bishop shrugged. “He was having separation anxiety. I’ve been told it’s usual for rescues.”
“THERE’S A DOG IN MY OFFICE.”
“To be fair, this is my office. Yours is down the hall.”
“You’re fired.”
“Bloody finally, sir, I thought you’d never ask.”
Thomas was seething as he took up pacing, throwing glares at the growling dog every few seconds. “When the hell did you get a dog anyways? And would you tell that thing to stop growling at me?”
Bishop put a hand on Rook’s head. “He’s protective.”
“He’s a vicious little thing. I didn’t even know you liked dogs.”
“Didn’t plan on it happening.”
Thomas stared at him before down at Rook. “He hasn't gotten any friends hiding in the drawers has he?”
“Just him.”
Thomas pulled a face. “He doesn’t leave this office.”
A smirk slid across Bishop’s face. “So he’ll live here then.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Can he get a sign on the door.”
“I swear to god, Bishop.”
“Uh oh, someone’s in trouble.” A sweet voice wafted into the room.
Both turned to find Moira standing in the doorway.
“Sorry to interrupt, I’ve got that file you wanted to - Oh you brought Rook back!” Moira’s eyes brightened as she saw the little puppy.
The growling instantly stopped as Rook recognized her, his tongue hanging out as he shuffled until he freed himself around the desk and barreled into Moira’s legs.
“Aren’t you the sweetest?” she giggled, kneeling down and scratching behind his ears. When he turned in a circle before lying on his back, she laughed and gave him the belly rubs he demanded.
“YOU knew about this...this...this thing!”
Moira raised an eyebrow as she looked over at Thomas. “Oh about Rook? I met this little guy last week when Elliot brought him in.”
Thomas gaped. “How LONG has this been going on.”
Bishop rubbed the back of his neck. “Three weeks?”
“THREE WEEKS!”
“He’s gotten so big already.” Moira was in awe.
“And has become more of a softie.” Bishop shook his head. “You’re supposed to be a guard dog, Rook.”
Thomas glared at them all. “He growled at me.”
“Aren’t his puppy growls the cutest?” Moira sighed. “I got a full minute of them before he turned into a big softie.”
Knowing he was being talked about, Rook popped up onto his feet and looked around at them all. When he spotted Thomas, he lowered to the ground and his growls once again started. Moira giggled as she watched Thomas’ expression.
“That thing is a menace and I want it on record that I don’t like him being here.”
“Duly noted.”
“Three goddamn weeks,” Thomas muttered as he turned and walked from the room. “In MY office!”
Moira laughed as Rook gave one last bark at Thomas’ retreating back before nudging her for more pets.
