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Ugh this is... frustrating and maybe a bit weird.
I need help re finding an ao3 fic. It may not even be particularly good I don't remember.
All I remember is it had dom!len and sub!barry, it was coldflash for sure. Barry was playing pet/puppy eating on the floor.
It had bladder control elements too and Len kept telling him to wait til after dinner.
Anyone know what I'm talking about? >.<
Pet Fic: Lucky, Alpine, and More
It's dogs. And cats. And the occasional ferret. Come on, of course we love them! This sampler offers a variety of animal-centric fics: in some, pets and animals are what bring Clint and Bucky together; in others, they serve as key components to helping Clint and Bucky figure things out; in one, we get some of Lucky's actual POV. Animals act as therapists, as cockblocks, as the absolute best pillows. This is a (literal) fluff, humor, and pizza dog filled theme, but don't be too surprised when some of these furry facades are actually vehicles for processing complex winterhawk themes like trauma, PTSD, and figuring out how to be human.
Space to Run, Space to Hide by: @ialwayscomewhenyoucall length: 1.1k | rating: T | tags: free verse poetry, barton farm, fluff, avoidance, podfic available, shifting POVs summary excerpt: Clint is spending some time at his farm. Not because he's running away. Nope. Not at all. He just missed the farm. Why this one? In this incredibly beautiful, sweet, and lyrical fic, the author utilizes Lucky's POV to help capture a classic example of Clint's emotional avoidance. bonus: podfic by @flowerparrish
Rescue Me by: NotEvenCloseToStraight length: 25k | rating: M | tags: PTSD, depression, service animals, misunderstandings, amputee!Bucky, Deaf!Clint, h/c, no powers au summary excerpt: Still struggling with PTSD and nightmares a year after leaving the Army, Bucky goes to a shelter to find a therapy dog. He finds companionship in Beef the Pitbull, a purpose in volunteering on weekends, and when the dog trainer starts smiling his way, Bucky finds something else that feels a little like love. Why this one? This heart-wrenching fic situates a post-military service Bucky struggling to find a new normal alongside a disaster human/pet-trainer Clint. C&B's journey to recovery in this fic is realistic, rife with struggles and mistakes, and filled with enough feels to make you want to rush to hug the nearest animal you can find.
Through the Streets of Long Gone Dreams by: Rivulet027 length: 11k | rating: T | tags: canon-adjacent, Bucky Barnes recovering, mutual pining, bed sharing, Lucky as the best bed buddy summary: Bucky’s having trouble sleeping until Lucky decides to adopt him. Now Bucky isn’t sure if he’s sleeping better because of a dog or the archer that comes with the dog. Why this one? This one feels like a more classic Bucky recovery story, in that the setting is the tower, and there are PTSD and nightmare themes throughout. Lucky here helps push Clint and Bucky together and helps Bucky ground and find himself. bonus: art by prompt_fills
A Christmas Miracle: Getting Lucky by: Lissadiane length: 11k | rating: T | tags: veterinarian!Bucky, performer!Clint, temporary animal injury, fluff, holidays, no powers au summary excerpt: Clint Barton’s absolute worst nightmare comes true on a snowy highway in the middle of Colorado on a cross country drive — he hits a dog. It’s just his luck that the only vet he can find hates people — especially those who hurt dogs — and happens to look amazing in a pair of kitten scrubs. Why this one? A sheepishly adorable Clint, an adorably grouchy Bucky, and the cutest Lucky in a pair of reindeer antlers to ever attend a holiday festival make for the most fluff-and-feels-filled fic, possibly ever. A dash of misunderstanding, a sprinkle of enemies-to-lovers, and you're in for a fic streaming from the hallmark channel straight to your ao3 account.
Lucky in Love by: @drgrlfriend length: 59k | rating: E | tags: no powers au, mutual recovery, PTSD, depression, veteran!Bucky, h/c, roommates, pining, touch-starved, canon disabilities summary excerpt: Clint is only a couple of sips into his cardboard cup of coffee, his brain barely out of neutral, which is probably why it takes him so long to realize that some damn psycho is trying to kidnap his dog. Why this one? This classic au blends a variety of canon and fandom favorite tropes in a beautiful story of mutual recovery. Lucky brings Clint and Bucky together in a disaster of a meet-cute, and is there to support them through every nightmare, every flashback, and every shaky and sweet step towards trust and healing. bonus: art by @drizzledrawings
The next nine fluff-filled fics are sorted in descending order by length.
WIP whichever day of the week it is
Thanks for the tag @obsessedwithdavrick 😘
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“No. Absolutely not.”
“I think your willingness to compromise about this would show considerable growth on your part, David.”
“I’m not giving my last name to a fucking dog, Patrick!”
“Just because I didn’t take it doesn’t mean that he can’t!”
“Ok it’s really cute that this is what your choosing to put your little foot down about but in no way will it ever happen.”
“Well what are we supposed to do because we’re not naming him Brewtus Brewer!”
“It sounds fine to me. The alliteration actually makes it roll off the tongue.”
“I don’t know—I went to high school with this kid named Andrew Andrews. He went by Andy, which was slightly better, but the whole double name thing just weirded me out. And honestly I don’t think the alliteration would’ve made a difference, David.”
“Mhm. It must have been scary for you to go through—all of that. Quick question, what’s your mother’s maiden name?”
“David.”
“Okay but I didn’t even want this dog and now you’re trying to just add him to my branch of the Rose family tree! So. This is really more of a you problem.”
“There’s no u in family David and that’s what the three of us are now.”
“I might have—already ordered him a Christmas ornament that says Brewtus Rose-Brewer. But that’s the end of this nonsense, Patrick!”
“David Rose. I never thought I’d see the day.”
“Fuck off, Brewer. Both of you.”
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This is some dialogue I was working on today. My mom’s dog, Brewtus, passed away unexpectedly so I’m writing this fic in memory of him. 🐾 🌈
A Hyperactive Fruit, a Nasty Neighbour and a Love Story by synonym4life
Harry/Draco (2017, Explicit, 20k)
Potter’s pet Niffler is wreaking havoc in Godric’s Hollow and Draco, the Assistant Head to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, is the one who has to deal with it. Repeatedly. The fact that Potter keeps coming to Draco’s office in grey jogging bottoms - repeatedly - does in no way help the matter.
Potter was fidgeting with the hem of his long-sleeved top. A top that looked as if a homeless person had worn it, threw it away (because even homeless people had standards), and then another homeless person took the rag from a bin for his dog to lie on, threw it away as well (because even dogs had standards), and only then did Potter pick it out from the trash and decided it was as good a garment as any to wear to the Ministry.
V day is almost here (can you guys guess which romantic trope I left for last 😏) and because I’ve recced some kinky established relationship so far, I thought about going for a fun, sexy and sweet get together this time! Let’s keep on the “no drama” train and celebrate this ridiculously charming pet fic with our boys basically being forced into love after bumping into each other one too many times thanks to one disturbing Niffler lmao this premise is just too adorable to resist and I love Draco’s simultaneous thirst for Harry’s joggers and absolute disgust at his own attraction, sounds about right 😂 His offended inner voice is hilarious and I like how organically their chemistry develops, despite Draco’s extra dramaticity (there are many great lines in this fic but I couldn’t NOT pick that perfect criticism on wardrobe choices!). Harry’s sly flirting and casual confidence match Draco’s guarded and snarky behavior perfectly - they challenge and tease but complement each other, I couldn’t stop smiling at their dynamics!
I’d be totally satisfied with the crack element alone but then the author made Draco and Mango bond and the way it reflects on Draco forgiving himself is so 😭 yes, this fic goes from hysterical to softly emotional in a heartbeat and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Harry’s “he can be really gentle” made my chest swell and it was so, so lovely to see them overcome the first dates awkwardness and slowly get to know each other. Harry’s roomy, comfy and well lit home as a setting for their domestic bliss made their “final” date so much more special and meaningful. The flying + baking sequences! The kitchen snogging emotional connection! I want a smiling Draco, a disaster Mango and a teasing Harry wearing those damn shrunk joggers at all times now, please and thank. This is one of my favorite get together fics, a great mix of soft and fun and sexy, emotionally rewarding and a must read for those who enjoy pet fics or just light fluff in general. If you’re looking for a V day fic, here it is! I know I usually choose only one quote to establish the fic mood without spoilers but this bit towards the end took my breath away and deserves a special mention in case you aren’t convinced to go read this right now:
Potter lifted his head, and Draco got a distinct feeling that he too was thinking about the same things. A crooked half-sad, half-happy smile turned up his mouth acknowledging the past while cherishing the future. Draco smiled back.
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Maple Leaves
Pairing :: EVENTUAL Elain/Lucien getting hinted at.
Summary :: She had only ever considered herself having one pet, though the animal could barely classify as one.
Word Count :: 3.5K
It had been somewhere between her mother’s passing, and her father losing their wealth and status that Elain had really started gardening with earnest. It was true it hadn’t been long, that time in between the two defining moments of her youth, but she hadn’t known then how little time there was, did she?
The first time it had happened, she had been truly startled, the only thing that had kept her from shooing the young fox away, was the fact that it hadn’t actively gone to rip up all her hard work. She figured as long as the small animal had left her, and her gardens alone, she would leave him alone.
She had gone out to the gardens every day after her daily lessons, to work on a garden that would soon no longer be hers. Every day she went to work on her garden, and every day the same young fox came and just played by itself in the grass.
After about two weeks of the same daily routine, she prided herself in her gardens, and though they weren’t perfect, they looked far better than any of her friends gardens. Two weeks of working for hours out in the sun and daylight. It was after these two weeks that Elain had started to bring out a bowl of water with her.
The servants would ask, and to stop them from questioning further, she also took a glass with her, saying she was finding she was growing thirsty while working in the sun for hours. The bowl of water was never for her though.
There was no water near by, and the small fox had always come each day to play near her as she worked, that Elain had started growing a small feeling of guilt. Perhaps the fox was thirsty in his playful moods, and how would it let her know. The bowl of water was never for her.
The young fox was already in the yard, playing, when she had come out, with just a glance in her direction before going back to playing. Slowly though, she walked past the spot she had stopped working at the afternoon before, and slowly crept towards the fox.
Quickly realizing, the fox had stopped playing, frozen with some fear as it watched her. As of yet, they hadn’t bothered each other, and now Elain was walking towards it. She stopped though, when she noticed the small animal frozen, staring at her.
She hadn’t thought that maybe the fox hadn’t wanted to come near her, because it had wanted to be left alone. It would always keep its distance, moving as she moved down the garden.
Refusing to back down though, wanting to make sure the small animal had a drink, she slowly lowered herself down, until she could gently place the bowl of water on the ground. “I brought you some water. In case you get thirsty.” She said in her voice, pitched higher then from youth.
As she stood back up, she noticed the fox had tilted his head to the side, possibly in confusion, though he hadn’t moved any other part of his body. Slowly, so not to scare the poor animal, Elain backed up until she was surrounded by her gardens again.
It was only then, that Elain had turned her back, to find her way back to where she had left off, and continue working. Realizing he wasn’t in danger, the fox happily started playing again.
It wasn’t long until curiosity had taken over the small animal, as Elain saw it cautiously make its way towards the bowl she had left. Elain had stopped her gardening to watch the fox.
It had walked up to the bowl, looking at it, sniffing around it. She watched as the fox slowly lifted a paw, to tough the water, before pulling his paw back. Slowly, after a quick glance in her direction, the small fox started lapping up some of the water. Deciding everything was fine, it wasn’t long before the small animal was drinking up the water with an intensity that said his afternoon games had worked up quite the thirst.
By the end of the afternoon, Elain was quietly picking up the bowl again, ready to head inside for tea. The fox had curled up near the bowl for a nap, his tail covering his small head from the sunlight.
The shy, almost fear, had lasted a week, where Elain found herself in a new routine, which involved bringing out water for the fox. The bowl however had quickly changed to a pot, as the servants were growing rather displeased with her for bringing the china out to sit in the dirt.
A week after the first time, Elain had stepped outside in the gardens, and the fox looked up immediately from where it was playing, before tilting its head to the side, with a slight squint. It surely took you long enough today. Elain had interpreted its look to say.
“I’m sorry. My lessons went long today.” She had explained to the small animal, going as far close to it as it was comfortable with, before placing the pot on the ground with swift ease, now that the fox knew what was happening.
A month later, she was working on preparing her gardens for winter, the leaves on surrounding trees beginning to change colours. The large maple tree about twenty yards from the edge of the gardens with a bench beneath it, had started to turn shades of orange and red. The colours of the autumn left her in awe sometimes, before they became shades of brown as winter drew closer.
She had finished her work for the day, and realized she could not yet go inside, as the fox was still awake and playful. It was too close to the pot for her to go pick it up, so she went to the bench under the lonely maple tree, wiping her hands off, and watched the fox play.
He had grown. While she wouldn’t say the fox was still a cub when they had met, he wasn’t a fully grown adult yet either. She had assumed it was somewhere in its adolescence, just as she was. She however, did not grow as fast as the fox.
The fox had grown, and was almost looking like an adult now. She wondered where the animals parents had been, as she had only ever seen him.
The fox, as if sensing that Elain had moved to a different part of the yard, had looked up, and found her. He made his way closer to her, yet still keeping his distance, finding a new spot to play in.
The small animal had started to trust her. Each day she found he was playing a little closer to her, yet still keeping his distance. He had started to trust her. And she too, had found she had grown close with the fox. Filled with joy and pride at seeing him play happily, enjoying the sun, just as much as sue did.
Upon deciding her hands were clean, she reached into her pocket, and pulled out a piece of dried meat, that she had grabbed for a snack for that afternoon. It was the last piece too. It was just enough to hold her over until supper time.
She had only gotten about two bites of the dried meat, when she heard a set of small clinks beside her. Looking down, she saw that the fox had come over, and had jumped up on the metal bench beside her and was looking at the meat, before turning his gaze to her, tilting his head.
It was the closest the fox had come to her, and he was practically in her lap. He was so close in fact that she could make out individual pieces of the fur on his face, and see small specks of gold in its brown hopeful eyes.
She was so in awe in the fact that the fox had come so close, she didn’t see as it had reached a paw out. She felt as the paw started pulling at her hands, and heard a small whimper come from the foxes lips, as it looked up at her.
Feeling guilty that she had food, and the fox did not, she offered the small piece of dried meat to the fox, a warm smile on her face. The fox quickly took the meat in its mouth, before jumping off the bench in joy. It curled in a circle, before starting to work on eating it.
It was at that moment, when the first leaf of the autumns season fell from the tree above. It had fallen, a perfectly intact coloured maple leaf, before landing directly on the foxes back, just as it had finished eating. The colour of the leaf, nearly identical to the colour of the foxes fur coat.
It was seeing the fox perk up in joy and start playing with that leaf, that Elain had decided to name the fox Maple.
Two weeks had past, with Elain and Maple growing closer. She would talk to the fox more, as she was working in the gardens. When she was done her work, she would sit on the bench, watching as Maple came with her to play closer, before jumping up on the bench next to her as she had started bringing out a small snack for Maple now as well as herself.
She had never given the fox a large amount of food, as Elain didn’t want Maple to learn to rely on her to feed him, it was only ever enough for a small snack.
There was a large storm one night, that had Elain awake, worried for her fox friend. She wished she could offer Maple the shelter of her house, but knew none of the adults would allow it.
It wasn’t until her father had come to wish her a good night, and he reminded her, that while she and Maple were close, the fox was still a wild animal, and was accustomed to poor weather and storms, that she had calmed down enough to sleep.
She had ended up telling her father about Maple, but was quick to explain that while they were close, she and Maple always kept their distance from each other. She didn’t tell him how she would sometimes share snacks with the fox, or how when Maple would lie down for an afternoon nap, he chose to lie down about a foot away from her seat on the bench.
Her father had told her that he knew, and had often seen the fox out in the yard playing when he would look out the window to make sure she was doing alright in her gardening.
She had stopped feeling guilty then, when her father had said he’d known. She hadn’t felt as if she was holding onto a terrible secret anymore, which had been a relief.
It was her fathers explanation the night of the storm that had calmed her down enough to sleep, and by the next day she was ready to go check on her gardens, make sure the storm hadn’t damaged them.
She stepped in the yard with the pot of water in her hand, expecting to see a playful fox running through the grass. Only the grass was empty. Assuming Maple was still sleeping, after such a loud storm the night before, Elain hadn’t worried too much, before she got to work fixing what the storm had damaged in her garden.
It wasn’t until Elain was wrapping up for the afternoon, that she realized Maple hadn’t come up to start playing. Concern took root in her chest, growing within her rapidly along with worry. Where was Maple?
Quickly, Elain made her way around the corner of the house, until she saw the maple tree. Calling out for Maple, she thought she heard a whimper coming from the trees direction, and she started walking towards it.
Coming closer to the tree, she saw that the iron bench had fallen on its back, and that there was something moving in front of it.
Worry overcoming Elain, she gathered up her dress, so she wouldn’t trip, and started running to the tree. Upon arriving, she realized that the iron bench had indeed fallen over, and that Maple had his hind leg stuck underneath it.
“Oh Maple! Dont worry, I’m going to get you out of there.” She said, before going to grab the bench. She didn’t stop to be cautious of getting to close, only wanting to help the poor fox get free.
As she gripped the bench, and before lifting, she noticed that Maple was gazing at her in confusion, fear, with pain laced throughout his gaze as well. Elains heart broke for the fox, as he tried to scramble out from under the bench before she lifted it.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and with focus, lifted the heavy iron bench up just enough for Maple to finally pull his leg free.
As soon as Elain heard a small whimper of pain behind her rather than beside her, she let go of the bench, and turned around to look at the poor fox.
Slowly, she knelt down on the grass, and slowly held out a hand towards the fox. “It’s okay Maple. Your okay. May I look at your leg?” She had asked, not moving to reach more than her arm would allow, not moving to go closer to the fox.
Slowly, the fear started to dissipate from the foxes gaze as he slowly seemed to recognize Elain, remember that she was a friend. It was only then that, with extreme caution, Maple had limped the few feet over towards the girl.
Very gently, and slowly, she reached to take the foxes leg in her hand to look at it. It was covered in dried blood, with a scratch below the knee, that he must have got struggling to get free. He must have been so scared and hurt, stuck underneath the bench all day.
The scratch wasn’t deep, and she was fairly sure he would be okay. “You’ll be okay. Let’s go back to the water and I’ll clean it for you?” She asked, slowly standing up, looking down at Maple.
Slowly, Maple started walking beside her, though his limp deep. In the end, she ended up carrying him to the pot so she could clean the dried blood off his leg. He must have rubbed his leg raw in his attempts of freeing himself, as the area where his leg was scratched, the fur wouldn’t grow back anymore.
It was then that Elain realized that, though the fox was a wild animal, she loved him as though he were a pet. They had grown even closer after that experience, and she truly found herself loving the fox.
It was a few months later, in the spring, that her father had lost their wealth and they ended up having to leave. Elain had barely had a chance to say good bye to Maple, before her father told her they were out of time and had to leave.
Maple had walked with her to the carriage, small and little room for the four people and the small amount of luggage the had. Maples look of confusion as she closed the carriage door leaving him sitting outside broke her heart.
A year had past as Elain found herself kneeling outside the small hut, planting some flower seeds. It wouldn’t be a true garden, it was far to small for that. Truly, it would only be a small patch of flowers, but she would make due.
They hadn’t moved too far, just on the other side of the small forest than where they used to live. It would have been shorter to get to their old manor by cutting through the forest, than going through town. Close as they were, their living arrangements were drastically different.
Her father was inside, sitting on his small wooden chair, carving a small piece of wood as he always did now. Feyre was in the woods hunting for food for them. Nesta was in their small bedroom reading one of the very few books they had brought with them, refusing to be near their father.
Elain had just finished planting the final seed, when she stood up and turned around, only to be shocked. On the edge of the forest, sue saw two fox cubs playing with each other. The mother, not far off, came to stand protectively in front of her cubs upon noticing Elain. The father of the cubs turned to see what had stopped the playing, and when he looked to her, his head tilted.
Elain stood stock still, as the fully grown fox started walking towards her, the very smallest hint at a limp. It was that limp that had Elain looking down, to see that on the foxes hind leg, just below the knee, there was a small section, where fur did not grow.
“Maple?” Sue wondered out loud, as she slowly crouched back down to the ground, holding an arm out, tears slowly filling her eyes, at seeing her young fox friend again.
The fox slowly made his way to her, clearly confused. He didn’t come close, not fully remembering who she was, but knowing she was trustworthy.
“You have a family.” Elain found herself whispering to the fox, as he was now just out of reach, looking up at her. “I’m so glad you’re okay.” She whispered again, as tears rolled down her cheeks, as this piece of her old life, a life of riches, was in front of her, thriving. Before long, Maple must have finally recognized her, as he came within reach and jumped up on Elains lap, and curled in a ball for a few minutes just enjoying the fact that he had found her.
A few years had past, and Maple would occasionally visit Elain. He didn’t visit every day, as he had a family of foxes himself now, and was thriving. But he would visit. While she never got to really know his cubs or their mother, Elain was always overcome with joy as Maple walked out of the forest to come sit with her as she would tend to the very small flower garden. It was like it was when they had met, and she was very happy about it.
As the years went on, Maple stopped visiting less and less, until he stopped visiting all together. It wasn’t long before Elain knew why Maple stopped visiting, and her heart broke as she mourned her small fox friend. Wishing him well in his next adventure.
She found an old pot that they never used anymore, and filled it with water, and started leaving it behind a tree in their yard, just in case Maples cubs ever needed a drink of water.
Elain slowly found herself thinking about Maple less and less over the next few years. She never forgot the fox, but didn’t think of him often anymore.
Then one night, the most terrifying night of her life, found her whole world changing. She fell out of the Cauldron onto the floor, soaking wet and cold. She knew what had changed, but was to afraid to think about it.
Suddenly, there was a jacket being draped over her shoulders. She couldn’t bring herself to look up at them man— the male. Feyre had said these Fae were not men and women, but males and females. She couldn’t look at the male who had given her his jacket until Nesta had pushed him away and helped her stand up.
It was then, that looking over Nestas shoulder, she saw the male. He had long red hair, a scared face over a golden eye. The other eye was russet.
In that russet eye, she saw it widen in confusion, caution, as well as a small amount of fear. It was the exact same look Maple had given her the first day she had ever brought a bowl of water out for him.
“You’re my mate.” Said the male who’s gaze reminded her so much of Maples that day, as well as the day his leg was hurt.
It wasn’t long after that, that a woman— a female pushed the red haired male away, and gripped her arm as well as Nestas, and they were whisked away.
That was the night her life changed forever, yet a part of her was glad, that within the red haired males gaze, she saw something familiar.
Okay, so, yeah.
My heart is full, and I didn’t plan to go this in depth with this fic, but I’m actually really glad that I did. I am crying in happy fluff right now.
I feel like I should mention, that No. Lucien is NOT Maple. But given he’s linked with foxes, that THAT is why Elain finds him resembling Maple so much.
I hope you liked it!!
Even though Elucien is only hinted at, at the very end, I’m going to tag this Elucien, because, (1) It is hinted at in the end and (2) Elains got a pet fox. Lucien is often described as fox like.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/28280055
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Happy holidays! I don’t celebrate so this was very different than usual but I loved writing this for my friend @lehoiurdin Merry Christmas baby!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
As it has so often lately, Twitter inspired me yesterday. I wrote a longer than usual Mystrade Story Time. Today I posted it as 2 of 3 chapters on AO3. The 3rd & final chapter will be written and posted ASAP.
Convinced by Hermione to get a new pet, Harry goes to Magical Menagerie and finds it's now owned by Draco Malfoy who has changed since the war... in a good way, a really good way.
