#pluck x reader

[ijwrff]

Would it be too much trouble to ask for a pluck x reader? Where Pluck has a little bit of an anxious moment and ends up hiding behind his friend (crush *cough cough*) and they just gotta help calm the bird boy down cause he's freaking out a lil bit? So vauge I know but I'm tired homie and the thinker ain't rolling too fast rn I just really love your writing style is all. (Also headcannon that Plucks feathers poof up when suprised lol)

Welcome back Tya!!! Hope you enjoy this, the ask has been sitting in my inbox for forever, so I hope I did your idea justice! Love you tons!!

At first...he thought he was fine. The quest had gone well, and everyone made it out with little to no injuries. It was only when he got back into town that he started to panic. 

Walking into the bar, you didn’t notice Pluck’s breathing began to quicken. But you felt a tug at the back of your shirt, and turned to see Pluck there, holding onto your shirt like it was a lifeline. 

The first thing you noticed about his appearance was that his feathers had bulked up, a sure sign that he was scared or anxious. Rather it be from the fight, or another reason you knew you had to act quickly so it wouldn’t turn into a full-blown panic attack.

Without second thought, you grabbed his hand and went to your room. You would go to his, but the babies were there sleeping. Besides...you’re more worried about your feathered friend than his adopted offspring. They would be fine while you calmed down their dad. 

“I-I’m sorry...I’m sorry.” The tone of his voice made your heart ache. 

“You have no reason to be sorry...was it the fight? Or...something else?” You figured knowing the reason may help resolve the symptoms that could quickly turn into a panic attack. 

“I don’t know...I’m really sorry.” You patted his head, pushing his feathers down in the process. 

“It’s okay. You don’t have to know.” You continued to pat his head with your free hand, the other secured tightly in his own hand. Chances are he won’t be letting go anytime soon, so you’ll have to make do with one hand for now. 

You used your free hand to brush his feathers back, rubbing his shoulders and arms before returning to rubbing his head in soothing circles. He seemed to respond well to your physical touch, something you noticed early on in your friendship. 

“Can you do some deep breaths with me? It doesn’t have to be perfect, just do your best.” You gave him a reassuring smile and began to do deep breathing exercises. 

Initially he had short, shallow breaths, but after some time of doing the exercises he began following your instructions and successfully managed to breathe slower and heavier. 

After a while of doing deep breaths together Pluck broke the silence, “You don’t have to stay with me...I can get by on my own. I don’t want to burden you.” 

You gave him a smile, “I know you don’t need my help. But I want to help in any way I can. I won’t be able to rest easily knowing you’re anxious.” You placed your other hand on his, now holding both of his hands. “You’re strong, but you don’t have to be. You can be weak with me. I won’t judge you.” 

He let out a small noise and you saw his feathers bulk up again, before he rushed forward, putting his beak under your chin. 

“Why do you gotta be so nice to me...it’s unfair.” You didn’t have a clue what he meant, but you smiled down at him though he couldn’t see with his eyes buried under your chin. 

“I’m only showing you the kindness you deserve...besides, you’re always nice to me. Why wouldn’t I be nice to you?” You chuckled and pulled your hands out of his to pull him into a proper hug. 

He sighed and leaned into your embrace, “you’re nicer to me than anyone ever has been to me before. I want you to know I appreciate it.” He pulled back, and you let him. “I...never mind.” 

You tilted your head, “it’s okay...you can tell me. But if you don’t want to, I respect that too.” 

He looked conflicted, “I...maybe soon. I can’t tell you right now. The words just aren’t coming out.” You smiled and placed a hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat, and he did the same. 

It was a comforting action you both did when trying to get your feelings across but didn’t know how to put it into words. 

“I’ll be ready to listen when you think you can tell me.” He made an affirmative noise and sighed, all his anxieties seeming to melt away. 

“Thank you...for helping me and just being you.” That made you laugh. 

“I’ll always be me. So I’m glad ‘me’ is someone who can comfort and be close to you.” You meant every word. As long as you could help him, nothing else mattered. Even if it meant just staying friends. 

“I have to get the little ones...will you be downstairs for dinner?” He placed his feathered hand over yours, sitting on his chest. 

“Of course! I’ll see you soon.” You hesitated before placing a soft kiss on the top of his head. 

He made an alarmed noise, like he wasn’t expecting it and you were pretty sure he was blushing. You couldn’t tell because of the feathers...but he very well could be blushing. 

He leaned up and pressed his beak to your forehead to return the kiss. 

“Right! Um...bye!” He turned quickly and ran out of the room. 

What a strange bird. But maybe soon he could be your strange bird. He probably didn’t feel the same...right? Or maybe he did like you…

You groaned and flopped onto your bed. Feelings were difficult. He did kiss you...in his own way. Maybe there was a chance. You won’t deny your feelings for the Kenku...you’d been harboring feelings for him for months...maybe soon you could confess. What’s the worst that could happen? He could say no...but then you’d resume being friends. 

It’s a shame friends weren't enough...hopefully he returns those feelings. Only time would tell. Maybe you could ask the party how to ask Pluck out...maybe not Anya. 

You weren’t sure Anya would be able to give solid relationship advice...but maybe Kovacs or Werblund would know? They’ve known him longer...yeah...you’ll try asking them. What could go wrong?

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Courtship

Request: Fluff with Pluck courting the female reader. Bringing them berries and little trinkets. Puffing up to seem bigger.

There was another small basket of berries outside your room this morning. This time there were flowers and little shiny objects as well as your favourite sweet bush berries.  You glanced down the hallway, expecting to see the Kenku druid peeking around one of the corners. But you spotted only Werblund shuffling out of his room yawning loudly and heading downstairs for breakfast.

Smiling, you picked up the basket and headed back inside your room. It was no mystery who left the gift basket. Ever since Ayna blurted out Pluck’s affections for you in-front of the entire Pretty Cook, you have been enjoying these gifts more and more.  Some mornings it was filled with herbs and flowers. Other times, Pluck had rummaged through trash and given you, what you expect, he thought you’d like. But it wasn’t the shiny trinkets or the foul smelling items; it was the thought behind them. But you were still to give back a gift of your own. It was just hard to decide what to give Pluck.  He was an awkward bird, so giving him an expensive, or something that seems like an expensive, gift would probably freak him out. And you didn’t want to be an under-gifter either. Since this was the seventh gift basket in the past three weeks. 

You decided you’d think about it over breakfast. Maybe even Anya would... no that was a terrible idea. The snake woman meant well, but she was horrible with keeping secrets. Trixia would be a good informant. Maybe should would even ask Pluck for you. She was... subtle in her own ways. And you really wanted to give Pluck something that he’d enjoy and maybe even use. Like a metal water canteen with gems?  That seemed too much. Pluck would prefer the gems anyway since he already had a new canteen.

A small pocket watch would be convenient. Pluck was infamous for missing dead-lines or missing mission meet-ups. Maybe a copper one, with intricate details. That would be a nice little gift.  Iron-Hoof would gladly make something like that. Or at least have something similar in his workshop. 

So lost in thought you wandered down the stairs to the Pretty Cook Inn almost automatically. And within your own mind, you were too slow to properly notice a town guard wandering past. He was just as lost in his own mind, that when the two of you collided, you both went down in a mess of limbs and curses. 

“Oh shit, sorry, love!” The guard immediately was on his feet to help you up. “I wasn’t looking where I was going. Are you alright?” 

You chuckled to yourself as the young man took your hand and dragged you to your feet. Dusting yourself off, you waved away his concerns with an amused tone. “It’s alright, I’m ok. I was a million miles away too. Some thick armour you have on there, though. Bloody hell, it feels like I rain into a brick wall.” 

The guard laughed and clanked his metal chest plate proudly with his fist. “Newly forged. I really am sorry about that. Let me get you breakfast as an apology for-” 

Suddenly the room was blanketed in darkness. You felt the usual sensation of magic fill the room and you cried out in shock as you suddenly went blind. All around the Pretty Cook, you heard people curse and start calling out. Attempting to find their way out of the blackness. 

“Pluck! You stupid pigeon, why’d you go do that?” You heard Werblund snap somewhere to your right. “Oi! Pluck. Where’d you go mate? Fix this darn spell or I swear I’ll pluck you naked!” 

You chuckled. Imagining the gnome squabbling over the table to try and strangle Pluck. But then you felt a warm hand take hold of your wrist. You were pulled closer to a feathered body and suddenly the light returned in a blast of sunlight. You groaned and quickly covered your eyes. Attempting to at least protect them so you weren’t left without your vision for the next hour.  Beside you, Pluck had positioned himself almost protectively. His back was to the guard and he waited patiently for you to blink away the bright yellow light that was currently obscuring your vision. 

“Pluuuck,” You mumbled. “I’m blind now! Look! I can’t see!” You playfully started slapping your hands around in front of you. Making contact with Pluck’s tunic and the very fluffed up feathers that blanketed his body.  When your fingers felt the softness, you opened your eyes and dropped the blind act. He looked a lot bigger than usual. Not taller, but broader and it was the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen him do. Every feather was fluffed up to a point. He looked like one of those fluffy chickens you see running around every so often.  “Are you ok? Why are you all fluffy?” You asked and Pluck tilted his beak downwards. It was an awkward motion he did when he didn’t have an answer or was too embarrassed to say anything. He merely shrugged and then without a word, started dragging you towards his table. Leaving the bewildered and half blinded guard behind. 

“Well, well... jealous are we Pluck?” Werblund grinned as the two of you sat at the table. “You know, girls don’t like being thrown into darkness. It’s bad for their hair.” 

You scoffed at Werblund’s jab at you, throwing a piece of something you found on the table at him. He easily dodged it, merely laughing at poor Pluck’s embarrassment.  You cooed softly and nudged Pluck playfully, speaking quietly enough so only Pluck could here you. 

“Thank you for the berries. I’m going to bake a pie with them, and of course I would have to share it with the adorable druid who just saved me from an awkward breakfast with a guard.”  Your words seemed to brighten up Pluck immensely. He clicked his beak and nodded.  He then slid his hand into his cloak and pulled out a small wrapped up parcel. The cloth around it was soft like velvet, and as Pluck handed it to you, it felt heavy in your hands.  “What’s this?” You asked, beginning to unwrap it. 

Werblund leaned forward a little to get a better look as a small metal object was revealed in your hand. You smiled. Instantly recognising what the object was. It was your lucky charm, something you’ve had since you were a child. But recently, it had been lost in a fight from the last adventure you had with the gang. You expected to never see it again. Especially since the area was guarded by thieves and murderers and monsters. It almost brought a tear to your eye to see it again. And the realisation that Pluck had ventured back into the maw of danger to retrieve it for you was just as endearing.

“P-Pluck... you didn’t have too.” You were speechless. Unable to look away from the charm in your hand.  Pluck however was smiling broadly. Watching you as you moved to pin the charm to your clothes. Where it had always been since the day you got it. 

“I hated seeing you without it.” Pluck murmured. Looking down at the table as you looked up at him. “And... if you’d accept it as.. as um...would you accept it as a....courting g-gift?” 

His words didn’t surprise you, but the suddenness of the question made you pause for a second. You hesitated for that second too long that Pluck started to spiral into an apology, to which you immediately started to deny that you weren't interested that you’d very much take it as a courting gift. But the two of you were so heavily in your own embarrassment and shock that Werblund had to take it on himself to slap you both back to reality. And to do this, Werblund threw his empty breakfast plate at Pluck. Slapping the kenku in the face and promptly breaking the clay plate.  You immediately went into nurse mode and started cooing over the ruined feathers and removing bits of clay from Pluck’s head feathers. Glaring at the gnome who went back to staring at the two of you expectantly.  You sighed and turned to Pluck, dusting off his feathers before saying: “I would love you to court me...or that we court... or however the appropriate answer for a ‘yes’ is.” 

Pluck took a deep breath and sigh slowly. Smiling, he nuzzled his beak against your cheek. And for a moment, you let yourself enjoy his closeness. The gentle embrace of his arm around your shoulders holding you against his side. 

“Ok.. that’s enough lovey-dovey shit for today.” Werblund blurted out. “You’ve put me off my second breakfast.” 

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25 Days of Christmas Day 6: Reindeer (Pluck x Reader)

//Pluck is human for this. Thanks.

“Pluck, the kids were promised they could pet a reindeer and the guy that was bringing his cancelled on me last minute and I don’t know what to do.” you panicked to Pluck. He let out a startled sound; you weren’t one to freak out usually so this was bad. He thought quickly before coming up with an idea.

“I could wildshape into a reindeer for ya. The kids would get their reindeer and you could relax since I’d be behaved.” Pluck suggested and relief flooded your expression.

“You are absolutely the best Pluck. I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”

“No need. It’s fer the kids. It’ll make them happy so it’ll make me happy.”

You kissed his cheek and he blushed a bit before wildshaping into a reindeer. You guided him to where the kids were eagerly waiting. As he entertained the kids, you watched. A smile painted itself on your lips, this display further endearing you to Pluck.

[domestically-loving-monsters]

May I request a sfw lil thing with Pluck, the Kenku DnD Character? (Bc I love Kenkus and the last story you did with him was precious) where he's basically courting the reader... But like a bird would. Bringing them shiny stones or little shiny trinkets he gets. Leaving food like berries or something for them to eat. Puffing up a bit when they're around to try and seem bigger. Etc etc, with female pronouns for the reader. Thank you in advance!

^^^^^^^^^^^ This gif is totally accurate of when Pluck actually starts a conversation with the reader because he’s been so flustered or nervous to talk to them!! 

Sorry, I love Pluck so much. He’s an adorable little birb man. Also Nate’s just a hilarious guy! But I totally accept this request because PLUCK!!

[domestically-loving-monsters]

Ah god damnit my first monster is always a kenku lol you can either write for pluck from dark n dicey or just a random kenku I you want but maybe a lil blurb about the kenku in question attempting to court a kinda clueless n unknowing human about the kenkus courting rituals? (Only if u want I'm just trying to toss easy ideas and blobs at you lol)

Corvax wasn't sure what he was watching. But it was sure amusing. His bird friend, Pluck, had found something shiny while out on an adventure with the group.

It was a small gemstone. And Pluck had to almost fight tooth and feather to keep it as his possession. Warblund wanted it because of the magic qualities. Trixia and Anya wanted to sell it, and Corvax just wanted it to encrust a blade and it his weapon look pretty.

But Pluck was very adament on keeping his reason secret...until right now.

Both Warblund and Corvax watched as Pluck approached you. Shyly tapping your shoulder to get your attention. As soon as your gaze was on him, Pluck seemed to double in size. His feathers puffed up and he started to do a little dance as spoke to you.

The two men watched, their lips pressed tightly together so their laughter wouldn't break your attention away from Pluck. Your smile was uncertain but no less amused as Pluck presented you the stone. You smiled and thank him. Rolling the stone in the sunlight, watching the reflected light shine off the different colors within it's polished frame.

"U-Um, does that mean you w-will go on a date with me, then?" Pluck asked. His shy voice a whole different contrast to what his body gave out. He took your hand, beginning to dance some sort of strange jig as you stammered to reply. So utterly confused by what was happening you didn't quite catch the question until your mind kicked in.

"Oh...oh! Um, sure. I'd love too!"

Pluck chirped loudly. His beak clicking excitedly as he ceased the dance.

"I'll...I'll think of a date idea soon... um... thank you!" Pluck stuttered. The tip of his beak pressing against your cheek before Pluck shuffled away.

[domestically-loving-monsters]

Calming Presence

Fic Request: Pluck x female!reader

Note: If you don’t know who Pluck is, he is a character from the youtube D’n’D series Dark & Dicey. I recommend giving it a watch. It’s really entertaining.

Everything hurt. Everything burned. It ached to walk and Pluck was looking forward to a nice long sleep at the Pretty Cook.  Even Anya was quieter than usual as the group made their way back to town. Her own injuries had left her in a sulking mood, and for once Pluck didn’t need to deal with her constant nagging. 

Trixia yawned and stumbled into the Pretty Cook; followed by Corvax and Werblund. The little man immediately went to the bar and ordered a drink from the Cook. Who grumbled a chuckle as the party collapsed into their spots around the inn.  “So, a hard days work then, aye?” The Pretty Cook smirked. Anya groaned and waved her hand dismissively. Her wit seemed to have left her for now. 

“It was a trying few days.” Corvax agreed. Taking a seat beside Werblund. “But we’re all alive. Thankfully.” 

“Speak fer yerself,” Pluck mumbled as he slowly made his way to the stairs. He was done with everyone today. He needed a rest. 

“Awww, already runnin’ to yer girl already, mate?” Werblund called after the bird-man. Who clicked his beak in irritation, choosing to ignore his friends as they shouted after him. 

“She’s gonna freak when they see those wounds!” Anya said. 

“Say hi to the babies for me!” Trixia exclaimed. 

Pluck made his way towards his room. The familiar sight of the dusty hallways of the Pretty Cook inn was somewhat comforting. His ruffled feathers eased a little as he stood outside his inn room door.  Behind it, he could hear you laughing softly. Cooing gently as a few small hisses and squeaks spoke to you. Pluck sighed, a wave of calm washing over him as he knocked on the door and opened it.  You looked up from the nest of little lizard babies as Pluck entered the room. Your eyes widened and you rushed to his side when you noticed the crumpled, burnt feathers and half healed gashes along his arms. 

“Oh my gods, Pluck! What happened?” Your fingers brushed along your lovers feathers tenderly. Apologising when your hand touched a rather tender spot, causing Pluck to squawk and recoil. 

“Eh, I’m alright, love. Just some light beatings from a Golem.” Pluck said. Attempting to sound light-hearted. But he caved under your worried gaze. He cupped your cheek and directed your eyes away from his wounds. “I’m alright, sweetheart. I promise.” 

You huffed in exasperation and gently tugged Pluck towards the bed. You sat him down on the musty blankets and went to get your medical pouch.  Pluck watched you as you fiddled around with some herbs and gauze. You looked tired; and Pluck knew you probably didn’t sleep very well since he left with his friends.  You always worried for him. But he always came home. He missed you too much to stay away for too long.  Beside him, the tiny lizard babies crawled out of their nest of blankets and rags to clamber onto Pluck’s feathers. A few managed to croak out a small “Dad” or “Da” as their small arms hugged his massive frame. 

“Careful, little ones, your silly father is hurt.” Despite your carefree tone, Pluck saw the concern and he tilted his head. Pressing his beak against your cheek as you sat beside him.  You smiled and pressed a kiss against him before taking his arm and began cleaning the wound. 

“Anythin’ interesting happen while I was gone?” Pluck asked. His hand resting on your thigh as you very cautiously wiped the first gash with a clean rag. 

“Without you and the others in town, nothing interesting happens.” You said in a teasing manner. Smiling when one of the lizard babies scrambled onto your shoulder to see what you were doing. “The kids missed you. William had a nightmare and called for you.” 

Pluck turned his head to look at one of the babies. William looked embarrassed, but he was one of the few that choose to stay snuggled against Pluck. The others returned to their nest to sleep or play.  “Don’t worry, little William, I’m here now. Yer safe with me.” Pluck told the baby. His fingers petting the lizard, a little awkwardly, on the head. 

“And by the look of these injuries, you won’t be leaving for a few days.” Your tone was pointed and firm. Giving Pluck the indication that arguing would be pointless. Not that Pluck would ever do such a thing. He missed you. And after almost dying earlier today, he didn’t want to leave your side for any reason right now.  He leaned forward and laid his head against your shoulder. Careful his beak didn’t poke you as he nuzzled into your neck.  You smiled as his arms moved out of your grip to wrap around his waist. And for the first time in a few days, Pluck felt like he could breathe clearly.  You kissed his feathered head and stroked your hand over his feathers. Moments passed and you could see his body relax. The puffed up feathers began to lay flat against his body and his eyes closed. Enjoying your calming presence as you hushed him with soft spoken words. Sweet whispered nothings. 

“Next time, please be more careful.” You said. “Or maybe I can come. Make sure you don’t get hurt. Maybe save your feathery hide from a roasting fire.” 

Pluck chuckled and squeezed your waist. “That was one time, love. But maybe you and I should take some time off. Bring the babies someplace nice and have a little picnic somewhere.” 

“Can Sir Piggleton come too?” You asked. A small spark of excitement brightening your voice. It made Pluck’s chest tighten with adoration. 

“Yes. He can come too. I’m sure he’d love ta see ya again. I think you’re his favourite.”  You grinned and pressed a kiss to Pluck’s forehead. Holding him for a few moments more before pulling away and tapping his beak playfully. 

“Now, keep still. I will not let you leave this bed until you let me clean these burns.” 

Pluck groaned sarcastically and collapsed back. His head resting near the nest of babies as he croaked.  “I’m to tired for this, love. Can’t it wait.” 

“Infection waits for no bird!” You exclaimed. Taking his arm and hauling him up to a sitting position again. “I’m not cuddling a half clean, druid.” 

“Fine, fine. Only for you, (y/n).”

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