#THE PUFFLE HELP

[bathshower]

puffles: a haiku by bath

six puffles and i

coalesce our allied souls

for them, anything

[evoiry]

happy ritsu day 😛 whattvJshdH?! JSI AGONY?

[chronicbeans]

He's a fucking puffle.

He's a puffle but like it grew up I swear! My brain doesn't see spider! It sees anything BUT spider omg.

[kogglyuffs]

my beloved golden witch puffle

[starchanged]

@wrongtrain's puffle is dying: "Hi!!" Absolutely no further greeting or introduction. "Do you know how to get rid of website restrictions on work computers-" Ingo restricted Club Piplup, please help, his Puffle is starving.

"Hi??" His sudden presence before them nearly had Penny dropping their phone, they had to scramble just to catch it. Penny vaguely recognized the stranger as one of a set of twin Battle Facility operators invited to their academy to give a presentation to the students. The whole thing was rather boring to Penny so they'd tuned most of it out, including the introductions. Before Penny had time to ask anymore questions however the older one was already talking again.

"Whose asking and whhhyyy...?" Was this a setup? Were they being pranked or was this some sort of weird test from the league to see if they'd break the rules? Or was this guy just really weird?

[ya-boi-jason]

average club penguin server

[montereybayaquarium]

Peek-a-floof, pufflings!

We’re egg-cited to welcome the newest additions to our tufted puffin colony! These two fluffy puffin chicks (a.k.a. pufflings!) recently hatched here as part of a Species Survival Plan managed by the Association of Zoos and Aquariums that oversees the health and breeding of nearly 200 tufted puffins across 15 zoos and aquariums.

The adorable, fuzzy voids will grow up on exhibit, assisted by our un-beak-lievable aviculture and veterinary teams. You can peek at these precious pufflings among the diving birds in the Open Sea. It might be a little hard to spot them inside their burrows and they’ll be heading behind the scenes for a little while soon.  But don’t worry! They’ll be back on exhibit once they’re fully fledged. 

Chick #2’s name is… Yuzu! But we need your kelp naming Chick #1! Our animal care team has picked three options and we’re asking YOU to help us choose the perfect name by voting in the poll! ⬇️

[maraudersconvictions]

“Cedric?” A small hufflepuff stops you in the common room, looking tearful.

Concern instantly filled Cedric as he stared down at the small hufflepuff who was clearly upset. He soon shifted down so he was directly at eye level with them. "What's the matter?" He asked in a gentle tone.

[marvelfanfics1]

This is how he reacts when you come to him crying because you lost your stuffie once again, and he is getting tired of it 😭 You don't even have to speak; just him hearing your footsteps coming towards him with sniffles getting louder, he already knows what's happening, :(( But he still asks you, 'Hey, what's going on this time, uh?' He acts all soft, but the moment you mention the real problem, he sighs and looks down at you like this🤭

He tries to not let it get to him but the fact you're standing in front of him because you most definitely lost your stuffie, again, was really testing his nerves. Still, he's staying calm to comfort you and help you, that's his job as your caregiver.

"A'ight, what happened this time?" He asks despite knowing the answer but he wants you to know that you can always come to him even for the smallest things.

"P-Puffles s'gone!" You sob and Rafe sighs, closing his eyes he purses his lips and scratches at one of his brows. He swears he's gonna cuff that lamb to your wrist, but the way he knows you you're still gonna manage to lose it anyway.

"Okay. Let's not freak out." He exhales, not knowing if he was more trying to assure himself or you. "Did you look everywhere?"

"'Course I did stupid!" You blurt out suddenly, your emotions too big of a mess to control them.

"Hey!" Rafe snaps his fingers, his eyes narrowing.

He has been calm and collected but there's a line when it comes to respect, he won't tolerate being disrespected from anyone and especially not you in littlespace, you know that but he gets that you're overwhelmed right now and can't help yourself.

"You better watch it, I'm trying to help you here."

You sniffle, a new round of tears forming in your eyes you lift your hands to rub at them. "M'sorry daddy..."

"Yeah, I know. C'mere." He pulls you into his arms, swiftly lifting you up with ease, his hands beneath your thighs as he walks over to the nearest couch. "Shh, just breathe for a moment."

He sits down with you perched on his lap, pulling you back to cup your face in his hands, his thumbs wiping the tears from your cheeks.

"It's not the end of the world and I'm pretty sure your lamb isn't far."

After you calm down from your small fit he helps you search your lamb and in the end it turns out you left it in his truck earlier when you both came back from the beach.

In the evening Rafe orders a lot of those apple airtags. He ain't gonna do this debacle every week anymore.

Taglist

For everything:

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For Rafe:

@chiaraanatra @chimindity

[quickdudesart]

To try to help my crippling anxiety, I'm going to try to share 4 sketches in posts every now and then.

Have some penguins and a puffle!

[hazbin-hodown]

It's ok to take a break sometimes

Lucifer comforts Y/N, who's having a panic attack.

CW: Panic Attack and Panic Attack Symptoms on top of anxiety

Tags: Comfort Fic, Lucifer X GN!Reader, fluffle puffle

As usual this is not beta read!

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You're not sure what happened, one moment you were getting ready for a silly outing with Charlie and the gang and the next?

You curled around yourself. Your blood rushed in your ears as your heart beat at a thousand miles an hour. Your clammy palms dripped with sweat as you hyperventilated into your legs. Everything around you felt fuzzy, distorted, nothing felt real.

You didn't even hear the door click open

He sighs. Seeing you like this was, well, scary. He slowly rubbed your back, being sure to be slow and calm. Making sure you recognized he was there.

"Deep breaths Y/N." He continued to slowly rub your back.

Your body didn’t want deep breaths! It wanted to stop the heart rate in your chest. It wanted to stop the feeling of you about to die again. It wanted to-

You took a sharp inhale, the air around you felt like the antartic wind, scratching and nipping at the inside of your throat.

“Hold it…” Your chest lit up with flames as you tried to hold your breath.

“And exhale, Duckling.” You tried to breathe out slow and steady, chuckling through the tears at his pet name. Slowly, but surely, he repeated the process. He checked in on you, got you some water. Made sure you weren’t starting to hyperventilate again. Hell, he may or may not have summoned a cute little rubber duck for you to squeeze to help you breathe in time.

“You feeling any better?” He asked eventually, rubbing your arm gently. You nodded, still a bit dry from the cottonmouth. He smiled a bit.

“I went ahead and told the others that something came up so don’t worry about it.”

“Thanks, Lucifer.”Your voice let out a shaky smile.

“Anytime, Duckling.”

[fatuismooches]

I know i've suggested this before but... I just love the idea of reader accidently getting turned into a cat and suddenly becoming a menace💀 like they start pushing stuff off Dottore's desk, MULTIPLE vials falling and shattering. Reader doing zoomies around the lab as the segments desperately try to catch them...

Reader kneading on the segments legs.... making so much dough 😭 and Reader getting so many pets!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!

Foxttore and Cat Reader playing and running around... (Reader getting suffocated by the pufflings because they all decided to lay ontop of Reader...)

Then reader gets turned back into a human and is very confused when prime dottore looks at them very unamused (the lab is a mess and they will be forced to clean it all)

- 🐓

READCAT BEING THE MOST MISCHIEVOUS EVEN IN CAT FORM... you could only be restrained with cuddles and head scratches... climbing up the legs of the segments begging for head pats ough... loafing on their lap and refusing to get off so they're stuck there...

Reader shattering the vials and random agents start falling everywhere... 💀 it would be CHAOS. All because of a silly little cat who's now perched at the top of the biggest shelf in the room sleeping peacefully while the segments are left to deal with the current mess of the lab.

You would accidentally tear Foxttore's little suit... you'd have to stitch it back when you return to a human. Kneading a puffling would be so fun omg... poor things don't know what's going on but they like the sensation.

Being a kitty is fun and all but you're happy to return to being a human again for all the kissies! :3 Unfortunately you receive none until you clean and reorganize the lab as it once was. And also handwrite all the documents that were ruined. The only one who helps you is Zandy. Dottore notes to himself not to let any strange concoctions near you ever again...

[cogsinc-official]

Request: Please unblock Club Penguin on the computers please i need to check on my puffles dude

If we all bother Brian he can help us unblock Club Penguin from the company computers together.

[sunshades]

grief in the city, or "how many days off will i get when my lover dies of consumption next march"

Expanding from this post (@puffles HI) or mostly just trying to write it out in a readable fashion. (lor spoilers ahead yeehaw 📚)

Just been thinking. Death in the pmverse city. It's not something you're really allowed to get personal with. But some people just can't help it.

In lobocorp we get a look at what it's like from the inside of a corporation, and like yeah the entire story is about it, but to me Yesod's parts more than anyone else's showcase this feeling.

(Yesod core suppression dialogue)

The question of detachment comes up pretty often, and he points out Malkuth's as the ideal behavior to cope with it- forgetting you're dealing with humans as much as you can. Through his arc in lobocorp he struggles with it, this idea that it can all be fine if he stops thinking of the others as having a face, a name, and most importantly (for him) a body. Of course a strategy like that stops working as soon as one remembers, as one gets closer. That is one of the main themes of lor.

We're introduced to Xiao midway through the game, and her story unfolds as we start to learn about Roland's. The way she describes herself is similar to how A talks about Yesod, though Xiao doesn't feel special for it. The softness of her (at the time) coworker Lowell confounds her.

(Xiao's key page)

Then the invitation reaches her, and therefore the news of Lowell's death, and this changes. Her reaction is intense, she describes it vividly. And it feels... kind of natural considering the martial culture of her workplace? Specifically for an Association whose mechanics literally run off emotion levels.

(Liu S1 reception)

But we immediately see that no, to everyone else this seems like an overreaction to losing a partner. We see it from Chun's reaction, then Angela's, who suggests she simply finds a substitute for Lowell, and Roland himself is surprised by it: he muses about the Light influencing the people of the City: this is such a strange thing it gets compared to the goddamn Distortion! When we take a look at Lowell's own book it seems to confirm that out of the two he's always been the one with the more unconventional mindset.

(Lowell's key page)

It's not groundbreaking to say one should care about their partner, but it feels like in the City this isn't really the case? It feels like having someone you cherish becomes something of a nuisance as it can interfere with a Fixer's ability to... well, work. Roland, though affected for obvious reasons, tells Angela about it briefly enough, and it seems it's not particularly noteworthy, having romantic entanglements but also losing them pretty quickly. It's something that happens, that you're supposed to deal with easily enough, and go back to work.

(Liu S2 second reception)

Instead Xiao's feelings lead her to do the direct opposite; it's noteworthy that before her reception she resigns from the Association, and immediately justifies herself to her subordinates by letting them know this shouldn't affect their careers. It's worth noting that Roland's story is marked by a similar situation, once he's exposed in his revenge quest, he loses his Color title as well as his Fixer grade. In both situations we find that the question of how to deal with Survival (being a survivor to the person you love) can't escape from the problem of Survival (how to make a living). The death of another puts you in actual danger if you actually care about them.

In light of this, Lowell's hopes and promises for Xiao read differently. His apparent softness and sensitivity reveals itself as something he can handle very rationally; aware of how deeply their feelings run, he asks her to vow to always watch over herself.

(Liu S1 reception)

Instead Xiao, and we later learn about Roland, embrace the horror of what's happened to them, and show us what it's like to go into the deep end of this grief; it's a deviation from what we might consider normal or #HEALTHY, but it's also a display of feeling that usually people of the City just... don't allow themselves to have. I don't wanna ramble about this too long, but since limbus vaguely uses the Divine Comedy as a source, in Dante terms I would say: while Xiao and Roland commit sins of excess of love, letting their anger over their loved ones take them over, the people of the City in general commit the sin of sloth, "laziness of the heart", it's people who refuse to let any kind of attachment in their heart, because it's simply easier not to deal with them. Roland's arc touches on it quite often.

(Natural Sciences realization)

Though Roland does eventually turn out to be, well. A big deal, a lot of his behavior in the library is supposed to show him as a kind of everyman of the City. In moments where he talks like this, he's expressing what it actually feels like for most people to live in there. This heavily contrasts with Xiao's own beliefs, the ones she develops through her love, and that leads to her EGO manifestation.

(Liu S1 reception)

By the end we also know that the truth is Roland's own mindset isn't quite the one he tries to preach ("that's that and this is this"), but the grief over the loss of Angelica, and more generally the pain for the life he's always had, still weighs so heavy on him he isn't able to just start again- he doesn't want to! As the stories goes on and he faces the horrors of the City together with Angela, even this facade of "sloth" fades away, and his actual feelings start to show, the love and the anger and all of the grief- he starts to resonate with the abnos as Angela did, a similar experience to distorting.

While Roland has a lot of interesting dialogue, it'd take a whole other post to talk about it (I'm sure someone smarter has done it already) so for the purposes of this and to keep on topic I only wanna talk about a little bit that Xiao doesn't touch on, and that feels relevant with the perspective of canto VI.

(Black Silence "soulmates" reception)

In one of the darkest moments, we get a (can I say it now?) ⛈ HEARTBREAKING ⛈ confession straight from the inside of Roland's mind, the fear that in choosing to move on he'll have abandoned Angelica and all they meant for each other. The "pair of linked souls" is tied on a mechanical level, to beat them you need to disrupt their soul link, a buff they give each other that makes them basically unbeatable- they keep each other alive. Roland's fear, after years of Fixer work, after seeing how little value a person's life has in the eyes of the City, is this: that the second he looks away from Angelica's death and his attempt to avenge it, he'll have forsaken her forever, that their love and life together will lose its meaning.

Only with the help of the librarians and particularly Angela he's able to accept that's not the case, and in the final reception he once again wields her name and her gloves, carrying on her legacy and memory for the sake of the future and the new people he wants to protect.

Finally, I wanna show an incredibly interesting piece of dialogue from Leviathan, between Vergilius and Carmen.

(Leviathan chapter 18, translation by @/SnakeskinFS on twitter)

Now, Carmen's take on love is... something. Love as she means it is what we know to bring to Distortion, but it is interesting that the actual implication in the world she draws up is what the people of the City need back is contact with one another, understanding. It's also interesting Vergilius calls it a word he's unaccustomed to. Obviously here it doesn't apply strictly to romantic love, but this does check out with how little we get to see City residents... well, loving each other.

Xiao for Lowell, Roland for Angelica, as well as honestly Carmen for herself, her vision for the future, stand out in crowds of cordial coworkers and friends of circumstances, for the strength of their feelings, love in its danger and beauty. The paths they end up following are messy, some very bloody, and done in remembrance of the people they valued above all else. It's the theme of love that entwines so closely with that of death, the question of what you do when you're the one surviving and left behind.

So here's where I think of canto VI- WH is so heavily defined by grief. This is partially tied to its literary influences, partially to the author's own experience, but the story is scarred by the various funerals, each of which changes someone's life, mostly for the worse.

Is this malicious? A little. A little... not? Like in the City, the feeling is that the dead, the memory of them, follow because they love the living. When we get to Cathy's death, she and Heathcliff curse each other back and forth before making peace again, but in the end more than their harshness, what hits the most is the connection, the yearning to be reunited- "I care nothing of your sufferings" is soon followed by "I'm not wishing you greater torment than I have", which leads into the Heartbreaking speech, that we already know will be very relevant in the canto, in which Heathcliff takes her pain as his.

NOW I see readings/speculation around that this will be portrayed as lcb Cathy trying to tie Heathcliff to his past forever/them needing to Kill Her, and metaphorically his affection for her in order for him to move on and become his own person, to which I say: meh? I think that misses part of the point, makes her out to be a plot device instead of a character that, like him, has grown in an awful abusive household, and laments in her deathbed that she wishes things had been different, and that the person she loves could stay with her longer, after circumstances beyond their control have forced them apart.

By the end of it, though we know that in the book it doesn't really turn out like she'd like, Cathy claims she'd rather him remember her words, and her, as harsh and cruel than nurse anger while he lives on, she hates the thought that he should suffer more when she's gone, because she, too, feels his suffering as hers.

To me this last wish she expresses is most reminiscent of what we see of Lowell's request to Xiao, the way it's not fulfilled until the last minute. Xiao doesn't listen and she goes on, fully aware she's betraying the trust he put in her, and that she might be the next to die. Because of this betrayal, her feelings, this excess of love threatens to have the best of her, to make her forget about Lowell and focus only on herself and her anger- the "love of the self" that is the Distortion. Her final reception has her talking back to Carmen's proposal and worldview, detailing the way her bond with Lowell, but also Miris, Chun and all of her men, have been keeping her strong to this point.

(Xiao reception)

With the awareness her lover is dead and gone, she manages to work through her feelings and gain strength from them, deciding that these bonds, and her memory will keep all of them alive through each other.

SO am I saying this is totally happening to Heathcliff in canto VI. I mean, nah, not necessarily. But considering the similarities he shares with these other stories, and how we've already seen these examples of the theme of grief over a loved one being handled before in the previous games and resulting in these genuinely amazing characters, it's something I think about.

As we're talking about a game adaptation that obviously can't adapt 20 more years of story (and let's be real, shouldn't either. If you want to read WH you can just read WH,) I think that would be a reasonable way for the canto to play out: getting to see one of the sinners genuinely lose it over someone's death in a way none of the others really did, explicitly showing the uniqueness of such intense affection in a place like the City, and then slowly beginning the road to recovery. Much like for Xiao and Roland, this being done not as a result of leaving the past behind, but as a direct result of their love for another, and that of their lover as well as everyone else who cherishes them (Miris, Angela and the librarians- I think we'll soon add the sinners to the list).

(post core suppression dialogue)

To quote another bit from our bestie Yesod, the hope that grows out of the rot, as the death of another, but as your own wounded self as well.

So to conclude. I think in general, in the context of how we've seen major characters work around their grief in previous games it'd make sense for canto VI to reach a similar conclusion, the death being something that weighs heavily, but doesn't obscure the possibility of a future. Still. Love as something dangerous that has extreme power over us, but as something that lives in us and can't be taken away.

[milaisreading]

A new puffin

🌱🩷: I have been watching one too many puffling videos... Don't ask.

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

🌍Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya🌏

Ever since (Y/n) got introduced to Iceland and Norway by Denmark, she really tried her hardest for them to like her and accept her as a friend, same went for Finland and Sweden. To her surprise, it wasn't that hard to get along with Norway, as long as you didn't annoy him and listened to his mythology or his magical friends, he would accept you pretty fast. (Y/n) came to realize she judged the stoic looking nation to fast, as he was pretty fun to be around, and was relaxed for the most part. Iceland being the youngest did have a harder time accepting her as a newcomer, but after giving him some sweets and treating him less like a kid, he will be quick to accept you. Finland was the easiest to make friends with, (Y/n) noted. The country was friendly to her from the get go, something she could only compare to Denmark, who she met centuries ago while she was still a kid. Sweden, much like Norway was easy to get along with as long as you treat him well and don't panic so much around his stoic expression. (Y/n), though, soon came to realize that none of the nations were hard to get along with, but more of a certain bird that was always found on Iceland's head or shoulder. When it came to animals, (Y/n) had a huge heart for them! Due to her having been isolated for long, she grew close to the animals that reside in her forsts, lakes, and on the shores, and Mr. Puffin was really no exception. She found the talkative and, sometimes, blunt bird cute and funny, so she tried to get him to like her pretty much since day one. That proved to be a challenge, (Y/n) soon realized. While Hanatamago warmed up to her pretty much immediately, Mr. Puffin to this day would reject any form of affections or gifts she would give him. This left the nation distraught, which lead to Iceland first talking to the bird to be nicer, and when that didn't work he would try to comfort her in his own way.

"He is just stupid. Pay him no mind."

"He will come around. Just ignore him for a while."

Each time (Y/n) would just slowly nod her head, but her determination never really lessened.

"Mr. Puffin! I got you some dried hake and herring from my place! I am sure you will like it!" (Y/n) beamed as she ran towards the bird, which was sat on the couch, and held up the two bags of food. Finland and Sweden hid behind the doorway, hoping that today might be different. But, to all 3 countries' dismay, the bird just looked away and took off of the couch.

"Not hungry." The bird said and flew out of the living room. (Y/n) sighed in sadness and sat down on the couch as Sweden walked over to her, silently patting her bed.

"He will come around, (C/n). I am sure of it." Finland said softly, but only got a head shake from her.

"I have been told that for so long, you don't need to comfort me with that anymore." (Y/n) smiled at the Finnish man and got up.

"Where are you going?" Sweden asked as je watched her leave.

"I will just go out and get some fresh air." (Y/n) answered back, taking her coat and scarf off of the hanger.

"And what about these dried fish?" Finland called out.

"Put it away! Those were specifically made for Mr. Puffin. Maybe if Iceland offered it to him he will take it." She said sadly and and left the house after putting on her shoes.

"I am definitely the issue here. Maybe I am too persistent? I try to give Mr. Puffin h8s space, but he is so adorable, even if he is rude at times." (Y/n) sighed as she sat on a cliff, looking at the horizon.

"I don't know what to do anymore? All the animals I usually interact with like me right away... Maybe, Mr. Puffin is that one animal that will never like me." She sighed sadly and looked at her watch, realizing she had been out for a few hours, and she needed to go back and help prepare dinner with Norway. But, before she could get up, she heard some weird chirping sounds freezing for a moment, she slowly looked back, and to her shock she found a puffling looking up at her.

"Huh? What are you doing here, little one? Shouldn't you be out there with your friends?" She whispered as silently as possible, not wanting to scare the bird. Upon further inspection, she saw that the animal's wing was a little injured.

"Poor thing... you must be hurting so bad..." (Y/n) said sadly and slowly picked up the bird, and to her shock, the animal was pretty comfortable with the position it was in, chirping happily at her.

'Maybe a puffin does like me?!' She cried in internally in happiness and started making her way away from the cliff.

"I need to call Denmark! We need to find you a vet as soon as possible!" She said, carefully taking her phone out to call the Dane.

"I hope he didn't drink anything." She mumbled to herself.

A while later, the Dane had picked her up and drove them to the nearest vet who still had open. Thankfully, the bird was fine for the most part, just had some light injuries on his wing from a wild animal. The vet gave her some meds to give the puffin and bandaged up the injury.

"So, how long are we keeping.... it?" Denmark asked as he drove them back

"The doctor said its a male." (Y/n) said while patting the bird on the head and keeping him safe on her lap.

"And not for long. Maybe 2 weeks and he is free to explore the ocean. Poor baby, you were probably scared." She smiled as she lifted up the bird, which happily chirped. Denmark smiled a little and looked back at the road.

"Oh well, new addition to the family. Let's hope Mr. Puffin will be fine with it. He can be territorial."

"Don't worry. I will keep Baby puffin in my room. The rest of the house is free for him to use."

"Baby puffin?" Denmark raised an eyebrow at the name, earning a pout from (Y/n).

"It's a cute name! Right?" She looked back at the bird, which chirped back a few times.

"See?!"

"Why are you so restless now?" Iceland raised an eyebrow as him and Sweden looked at Mr. Puffin, who was circling around the living room.

"None of your business!" The bird yelled out, which confused the two nations.

"You act like Hanatamago when another dog enters our house." Sweden noted as the entrance door opened.

"We are back. And we will have a guest over for 2 weeks!" Denmark yelled from the entrance, confusing the two Mr. Puffin flew towards them, only to let out a shriek.

"What is this noise?!" Finland yelled from the kitchen as Norway walked out.

"What guest- Is that a puffin?" Norway asked as Iceland and Sweden peeked out of the living room, only to find (Y/n) holding the puffling as the adult bird sat on Denmark's shoulder and looked at it in disdain.

A while later...

"So, that's why I decided to take care of Baby puffin while he gets better. It will only be two weeks. Is that ok?" (Y/n) asked as she finished explaining what had happened while holding the bird. The other Nordics, minus Denmark, blinked at the animal a few times, not saying anything.

"Absolutely not! I am the only puffin around here!-" Mr. Puffin started protesting, only for Iceland to close his beak.

"Yeah, sure. I will help you release him once the two weeks end." Iceland said as Sweden and Finland chimed in.

"We just need food and a place for him to stay."

"I can build him a bed."

The two countries suggested, but (Y/n) just shook her head.

"No need. I still have that food Mr. Puffin rejected, and the bird bed as well." She reminded them. Knowing Mr. Puffin was about to throw a temper tantrum, Iceland took the bird out and Denmark followed after them, he wanted to see some drama.

"Well, it's decided then. You will take care of the puffling for the next two weeks. We need to cook dinner now." Norway said as he took out some of the bird food for the puffling.

"Ok. I will just take Baby puffin to my room." (Y/n) nodded while rubbing the animal's head.

"Why are you even mad?" Iceland raised his eyebrow as both him and Denmark looked at the adult puffin.

"I am not mad! I don't like my stuff being taken away." Mr. Puffin retorted back.

"You sure? You seem pretty mad over the newcomer. And besides, you rejected all those presents (Y/n) gave you." Denmark held back a laugh as the bird sent him a glare.

"Still-"

"Iceland, I will take that bird bed and some of the toys from your room." (Y/n) said as she walked by the living room.

"Sure. Mr. Puffin didn't use any." Iceland said nonchalantly as the puffin let out another shriek.

"Is the bird jealous?" Denmark laughed.

"I am not."

The next few days were spent with (Y/n) attending every and any need the puffling had. Regular medication, always a meal ready and relaxing with the bird. The animal's injury was healing faster than she expected, Iceland suggested that after the one week mark they should try letting the puffling fly around. (Y/n) was fine with it, wanting the bird to function like any other, but she was a little sad at the thought of the animal leaving.

"You are so cute!" She cheered as she filmed the puffling play with one of the toys.

Outside of her room, Mr. Puffin was glaring at the puffling, huffing as the nation kept fawning over him.

'I am cute, too! Cuter than that thing.' Mr. Puffin huffed yet again as be watched the nation fawn over something the puffling did.

"Good boy!" (Y/n) cheered while rubbing the animal's head.

"Let's get you something to eat. I bought you fresh eels this morning." (Y/n) said as she picked the bird up and walked towards the door, and Mr. Puffin quickly flew away from them both.

"Can I have some, too?" (Y/n) looked away from the puffling, that was eating peacefully, and instead looked at Mr. Puffin, surprised that he even flew to her for food.

"Hm? You want me to fix you some food?"

"Mhm." The bird nodded and (Y/n) blinked at the puffin, but eventually agreed.

"Ok. I will leave Baby puffin in your care for a bit." She said and walked out of the living room towards the kitchen. The puffling continued to silently eat as the other landed next to him. Mr. Puffin looked at the bird in annoyance, as he pretty much ruined all the peace he previous had.

"You are just a temporary thing here. So, know your place." The puffling looked away from his food and blinked at the adult puffin as (Y/n) came back again.

"Here you go! Iceland bought you this food."

"Huh? And where is the food you bought me?" The bird asked in confusion as the puffling sat down on her palms again.

"That? I know you don't like it when I buy you food, so I am just feeding Baby puffin with it. Don't worry, Iceland will buy you food from now on." (Y/n) smiled, oblivious to the displeased feeling the puffin was feeling at those news.

A week had passed since the puffling was taken into the Nordic household and the older puffin just had about enough of the bird. What was once the attention (Y/n) gave him was now all for the puffling. He really hated to admit that he missed it, and he scolded himself for being so cruel to the other nation.

'Great. She thinks I hate her and will not even pay attention to me. After that puffling leaves tho... will it go back to how it was?' The puffin grumbled as he watched both (Y/n) and Sweden inspect the pufflings injury and change the bandages.

Another week passed by pretty quickly and the puffling was all good and ready to leave for the ocean and meet up with the other puffins. (Y/n) and Iceland were standing near a cliff as they took the bandages off of the animal. Mr. Puffin was uncharacteristically quiet for the most part.

"Are you crying?" Iceland asked while sweatdropping, watching as the other country kept on hugging the bird.

"How can I not?! What if something happens to him on the ocean?! He is so small." The girl said back while the bird chirped a few more times.

"Well, whatever happens, happens. We need to release him. Besides, he will be back in a few years." Iceland shrugged, used to how his birds act. (Y/n) sighed, knowing he was right and handed him the bird.

"Here. You do it." She argued as the Icelander nodded and walked over to the edge of the cliff to throw the bird.

"Bye-bye." (Y/n) said as she watched the bird fly away. To her surprise, she felt a unfamiliar wight on her shoulder and she glanced over, only to find Mr. Puffin.

'Huh? He never did this...' She thought, slowly putting her hand on the bird's head. (Y/n) expected the animal to cringe away from her, or scold her like usually, but the bird did neither. He stayed still as she started patting his head.

'Does he like me after all?!' She thought as a smile was plastered on her face as Iceland called out to them that it was time to leave.

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😭😭😭 I have no idea what the hell happened to the ask in my inbox. I might have deleted it or something. I'm so sorry about that 😔 Still trying to figure out how Tumblr works tbh. I hope you like this fic though :)

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Bo Sinclair x Fem!Reader - Better than Words

"Hey Bo?" You smiled. The man fiddling around with spare car in the garage didn't bother turning towards you.

"Hm?"

"Did you think we could get Jonesy a friend?"

The mechanic stopped what he was doing and turned towards you.

"What?"

"Get Jonesy a friend. Do you think he ever gets lonely being the only dog in Ambrose? I know he usually spends his time with Vincent or Lester but I know I would be lonely if I were the only person here."

Bo shook his head.

"I don't fucking know (Y/N). Why don't you make yourself useful and hand me the wrench?" He went back to focusing on the car, holding his hand out for the tool he asked for. Without missing a beat, you went over and retrieved the wrench. It was dead silent minus the sounds of Bo working on the car for a few until you couldn't stand it anymore.

"Did you know a baby puffin is called a puffling? And it's parent can hold, like, 10 fish in its mouth at once so it can feed it's baby. But the largest amount a puffin was recorded to have carried was 62 fish at once."

"The fuck you talking about woman?"

You let out a small giggle.

"Just stating some animal facts. It's just soooo quiet. Can't stand it." You complained.

"Then why don't you go check up on Vincent or something? I think I'm done here with the car and-"

Just then the phone rang. Bo grabbed a rag from the table next to him and wiped his hands before going to answer the phone in the other room. There was really only one person it could be. Wasn't long at all before Bo was back with you and the car.

"Was Lester. Said he got some people coming out this way. Better stay here and help me instead. Vinny can wait."

You and Bo went to the main room of the work shop, waiting for the guests to arrive. As Bo sat behind the counter, reading a magazine, you couldn't help but watch as his blue eyes scanned the pages. Sweat from working on the car still beading down his face, making a few brown curls from his hair stick to his temple. You wanted him so bad. You would imagine the two of you together, bodies intertwined in his bed. Or something more tame, such as you and him going out for drinks. The only thing stopping you from confessing to him was the tiny sliver of self-doubt in the back of your mind on if he would actually feel the same about you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw movement. You turned and there was a man and woman at the door. The man appeared to be in his 50's while the girl appeared to be around your age. Father and daughter perhaps? Either way, you smiled and greeted them as you let them in.

"Hey sorry to bother you guys. Our car broke down and we were looking to buy the parts needed to fix it up so we can get back on the road again?"

"Yeah yeah it's no problem at all. That's what we're here for, ain't it? Here, (Y/N), why don't you go show the man where he can find the parts for his car?"

You smiled at Bo as you grabbed the man's arm and lead him to the back. Except you went further than the back. You took him and led him downstairs of the garage.

"Sorry we had to go down here. Parts are kept downstairs and out of the shop itself so thieves aren't as keen to rob the place, ya know?" You kept the smile on your face as you turned on the light in the room.

"Think I should go back upstairs. Just head on up once you find the parts so we can get you guys back on the road." You waved at the man and left, locking the door behind you so he couldn't escape what was currently on its way to him.

When you got back upstairs, though, your heart sank. You were met with Bo flirting with the daughter. Her back was up against a wall as Bo hovered over her.

"You know, doll? This heat wave we hot here ain't got noth'n on you." The girl laughed and put her hand on Bo's shoulder.

"You think so? Maybe we could go somewhere more.... private so I could show you how hot I can really get? Hm?"

Despite feeling your world crumbling, you managed to hold everything together and hide it all underneath a big smile. You then coughed to get their attention. The girl and Bo split, with the girl looking down at the floor and Bo looking elsewhere but her.

"So did he find everything he needed, (Y/N)?"

"Yep." You said cheerily. "He's just waiting on you now."

Bo nodded and took the girl downstairs with him to finish off the job.

You had left while Bo worked with Vincent to take care of the mess. While they were doing their chores, Lester had come home. He surprised you with fresh ingredients from the next town over. All the stuff to make venison stew. You were delighted as you could now make a stew you had promised the boys you'd make one day. You and Lester quickly got to work on making dinner, joking and messing around while doing so but you couldn't get fully into it. You couldn't help but think back to Bo and that girl. What if he didn't kill her? What if he fucked her and ended up bringing her back here to the house? What would happen to you then? Would Bo even need your help anymore? Your heart sank further than it already was thinking at the possibilities. Lester knew something was up but before he could ask, Bo walked in.

Bo's suit was covered in blood and by the looks of it, it was his own. He immediately took a seat in the living room.

"(Y/N) could you get the goddamn medkit?"

You did as you were told. Bo ended up having a nasty gash on his left arm. Thankfully it wasn't bad enough to need stitches but you were still going to have to apply some disinfectant and bandages, which was going to be fun. Bo never handled getting disinfectant put on well. It was like taking a toddler to the doctor for a shot. You quickly sat next to Bo and pulled some bandages and the disinfectant out of the medkit.

"Gotta hold still now, okay? Don't want a repeat of last time you got hurt. Almost took my hand off" You joked.

"Damn it, (Y/N). How many times do I gotta say I'm sorr-FUCK!" Bo hissed and immediately pulled his arm away from you. "Goddamn that hurt!"

"I haven't even applied the disinfectant yet, Bo." You raised an eyebrow at him.

You pulled his arm back towards you and gently dabbed a cotton ball soaked with the disinfectant on his wound. Bo hissed again but didn't have a huge outburst like the first time.

"See? Wasn't so bad, right?" You smiled up at him from the floor.

"Yeah, whatever..." He grumbled.

"So how did this even happen, Bo?"

"Was noth'n (Y/N)."

"Doesn't seem like nothing considering....this." You gestured to his arm. Bo gave you a look which made you quickly drop the subject. "Here come on and get up. Lester and I just finished dinner. I'll grab you a bowl while Lester brings one down to Vincent."

You fixed up two bowls, one for you and the other for Bo. After a bite, Bo's face lit up.

"Holy sweet Jesus, (Y/N). You weren't kidding when you said you could make some good damm stew."

Hearing him compliment your cooking lifted your spirits up, which brought a huge smile to your face.

"Thank you, Bo."

The rest of the meal was ate in silence. Normally you'd be chatting up a storm with Bo but you haven't had a nice, home cooked meal made with fresh ingredients in so long. You just wanted to savor this moment for as long as possible.

When you both were done, you grabbed his bowl and yours and brought it over to the sink to start dishes.

"It was her."

"What?"

"That woman. In the shop. She did this." Bo gestured to his bandaged arm.

"Oh. Her loss I guess. She had an incredibly handsome guy flirting with her and she decided to attack him. Not what I would have done."

You froze when you felt hot breath come down on the back of your neck.

"Did I hear that right, (Y/N)? 'An incredibly handsome guy?' 'Not what I would have done?' So what would you have done then?" Bo leaned down so his mouth was right at your ear. You were completely frozen in place; couldn't move at all. You felt like a trapped sheep, cornered by the big bad wolf. Your face quickly grew a deep shade of red.

"I-I, uh...I would have..." Your words got caught in your throat. A deep chuckle came from behind you.

"Turn around and face me." You did as you were told. You weren't that much smaller in height than Bo but goddamn did you feel incredibly tiny in that moment. Before you could do or say anything else, you felt Bo's rough lips on yours. You kissed back and soon felt his arms around your waist before he pulled away from the kiss.

"(Y/N) you're not very subtle. I hope you know that. You didn't think I wouldn't notice you staring at me back at the shop? Could see you turning 30 different shades of red then." Bo laughed.

"But that girl..."

"Yeah so? You'd think I'd actually go after someone like that?" He rolled his eyes. "Wasn't even close to my type."

He went down by your ear again and nipped it, earning a small moan from you.

"She was way too quiet. You on the other hand..." Bo took your hand and led you out of the kitchen and up to his room.

"I want you to show me what you'd do, (Y/N). Really show me."

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Ahhhh this was my first fic. I hope everyone who reads it enjoys it! Especially Sketchy-rosewitch!