#au gust pet sitters

[azuramarigold]

Polly and Trucy's Pet Babysitting Service

Summary:

When siblings Apollo Justice and Trucy Enigmar are falling on difficult times, they turn to a small-made business of pet sitting to earn the cash they need. Day 5 of the AU-Gust Writing Challenge - Pet Sitters

Notes:

** TRIGGER WARNING - There is implied/reference to child abuse! ** The characters of Apollo and Trucy were used because... I don't really know, I just wanted to write them being siblings.

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Day 5: Pet Sitters

“Alright, Big Brother, the posters are made and all set!”

            Apollo glanced over to his younger sister, Trucy’s handiwork. She had drawn herself and Apollo with crayons along with various animals around them. She had different colored cats, dogs, birds, and for some reason a horse.

            “Truce…” Apollo began. “You know we can’t take care of a horse…”

            Trucy’s ocean-blue eyes grew large. “But… it’s supposed to be fun!” she insisted, her voice small.

            “I know…” Apollo then sighed as he saw her begin to write on the final poster.

            “There we go!” Trucy squealed happily. “‘Polly and Trucy’s Pet Babysitting Service!’”

            Apollo had to resist the urge to facepalm himself. He let his eight-year-old sister go ahead and oversee the posters – but he didn’t realize that she would put her nickname for him on the posters. Now customers are going to think he was a weird little girl…

            The two siblings were put into foster care after Trucy’s father, and Apollo’s stepfather, suddenly disappeared after a bad poker game. Apollo had called the bar where Zak normally played at when it got very late but was told by the bartender that Zak had left after a bad game and a verbal altercation.

            After two days of fourteen-and-a-half-year-old Apollo Justice desperately trying to take care of his little sister by himself, he finally called the police. It turned out that after the verbal altercation at the bar, the person whom Zak was arguing with, some lawyer named Gavin, turned out dead later that evening and decided to skip town.

            Apollo and Trucy were forced out of their small two-bedroom apartment that they lived in together and went into foster care. A family was willing to take in Trucy right away, as she was a little girl, but she threw a temper tantrum and bit the potential foster father on his hand as she did not want to be separated from her brother.

            Because of that, it was harder for the two to be placed in homes – especially with their age difference. When they did get placed into homes, they weren’t very good. The two were often underfed and kept in terrible living conditions – it got to the point where Apollo dropped a lot of weight as he was giving his portion of food to Trucy so she would be fed.

            “Polly… why do think Daddy left…?” Trucy had asked one night.

            “I don’t know, Trucy…” Apollo had admitted. “But we don’t need him…”

            “I miss, Mommy…” the small girl had cried.

            “I… do too…”

            Their mother, Thalassa, had gotten into a car accident when Trucy was around three years old. All three of them were in the car, Apollo had a school event that she was taking him to. Another car ran a red light and crashed into them head-on. After three days in the hospital with no improvement, their grandfather Aether Gramarye, decided to pull the plug as Zak was too emotionally distraught to make a proper decision.

            Apollo and Zak had gotten along when Thalassa was alive. Zak treated Apollo like a son and was cordial despite the boy being the son of another man from Thalassa’s past. However, once his mother was out of the picture, a switch was flipped. Zak started calling Apollo names, didn’t care if the boy had items for school or new clothes – he even slipped on his name a few times and called him “Jove”, which Apollo knew was his biological father’s name even though he had died when he was baby.

            None of that mattered anymore – it was just Apollo and Trucy now. Their mother was gone. Their grandfather passed away sometime in the five years since Thalassa passed. And now, Zak decided to abandon them. Apollo didn’t care if Zak didn’t care for him anymore – he was angry that the man left his daughter behind.

            Now the two sat in the shared, cramped space of a room in a foster home, making these posters so they could earn their own money to buy their own items if necessary. The plan was for Apollo to also save enough money to try to petition to the court when he was sixteen for emancipation and take Trucy with him if he can prove to be responsible. Apollo was already above fourteen, which was the minimal age to be emancipated in California.

            “Polly, do you think we can really baby-sit cats and dogs?” Trucy asked happily.

            “Sure,” Apollo shrugged. “It’s temporary until I can apply for real part time jobs…” he told her.

            Trucy gave him a sad look, brushing he brunette hair behind her ear. “I can help too when I’m older, right…?” she asked meekly.

            “You don’t need to worry about that,” Apollo assured her firmly. “I’m your big brother, I’ll figure it out.”

            Trucy glanced down, a small sniffle escaping her. She wiped her eyes. “Okay, Big Brother…” she tearfully said, her voice hitched.

            “Now, let’s get some sleep… it’s Summer and people are gonna go on vacations!” Apollo said with a small smile. “People would want doggy babysitters, right…?”

            “Uh huh…”

            Apollo then took his sister’s small hand and led her to the only bed in the cramped room. He helped her pick out a pair of pajamas that he noticed were starting to get too small for her and left the room so she could change by herself. After she called him to let him know she was done, he tucked her into the bed and gave her a kiss on her head.

            The boy slept on the floor next to the bed, a couple of blankets and pillows to help make the hardwood floors a little more bearable. Apollo would rather have Trucy be warm and comfortable in the bed – although a few times when it was winter it was so cold, he was turning purple. Trucy at that point insisted that they shared the tiny bed and keep each other warm with their body heat.

            Soon, Apollo heard his sister’s soft snores and drifted off to sleep himself.

**

“Are you two sure… you are qualified for this?”

            A week later Apollo had received a phone call on his minutes phone from an unknown number. It seemed someone had found his and Trucy’s Pet Sitting posters and called for their services.

            The man was tall, not as tall as Zak from what Apollo could compare, but he was a decent height. He had ash gray hair and equally stoney gray eyes, his mouth in a slight frown. He was wearing a red-burgundy suit with a black waistcoat and some kind of ruffly scarf type of thing that Apollo didn’t know the name of.

            It was agreed that the three would meet in the lobby of the posh apartment building that the man – who turned out to be a very well-off Prosecutor for the district named Miles Edgeworth – lived in. At the man’s feet was a small, fluffy white Pomeranian that kept going up to Trucy and sniffing at her bare legs.

            “Rest assured sir, we are qualified!” Apollo guaranteed with a large smile on his face while putting his hands on his hips.

            The prosecutor raised a brow. “And… how old are you two…?” he then asked. He then lifted the poster that he had found. “I know you two are children given this…”

            Apollo rubbed his hand through his hair. “Oh, ha ha… my sister made that…” he explained.

            “I think it’s cute!” Trucy insisted, her smile beaming. She then crouched to the ground and the small Pomeranian leaped into her lap and pressed its nose to her cheek. “Oh, that tickles! His nose is cold!”

            “Her,” Mr. Edgeworth corrected. “Her name is Pess.”

            “She looks like a little cloud!” Trucy giggled. “Does she like pets!?”

            Mr. Edgeworth broke his slight frown with a small grin. “Yes, dear, she absolutely loves pets,” he told her.

            “YAY!” Trucy squealed as she began to pet the dog happily.

            The prosecutor turned his attention back to Apollo. “Now, young man, if you can answer my question, please,” he continued, him crossing his arms and tapping his left finger on his right arm.

            “Well… I’ll be fifteen in December!” Apollo told him, his finger up in the air as if pointing out a fact. “And Trucy here just turned eight last month in May.”

            Mr. Edgeworth pinched the bridge of his nose. “Alright… I am in a tight spot as I have an emergency investigation to do…” he finally said. “If you two can watch Pess for about three hours I won’t inform your parents on this illegal activity.”

            “I-Illegal!?” Apollo squawked, his body going rigid. “How is this illegal!?”

            The man gave a slight smirk. “Underage for one. Two, no business license. And three, you technically don’t have a license to handle animals,” he informed.

            Apollo felt his hair horns droop. “Wait… you need all of that to watch a cat or a dog at someone’s house!?” he groaned in dismay.

            “Polly…” Trucy then tearfully said. “How are we going to get new clothes…?”

            Apollo noticed that the prosecutor visibly flinched at Trucy’s words. “I’m sorry… what was that…?” he asked, his voice slightly shaken.

            “N-Nothing, sir…” Apollo lied. “We can watch Pess for you… and after this we won’t do this again.”

            The prosecutor then handed Apollo a couple of business cards. “One is mine with my office number and cell phone number. The other is a friend of mine who works downtown… he typically doesn’t have many cases as he is a very… finicky Defense Attorney, he may be a little easier to get ahold of than me as he typically has nothing to do.”

            Wow… and you said you guys are friends?

            “‘Phoenix Wright’?” Apollo read the second card, seemingly recognizing the name. “Isn’t he the guy who cross-examined that parrot once…?”

            “The one and the same,” Mr. Edgeworth confirmed. “He may be clueless at times, but he can turn things around very well… and not just in court.”

            “What is that supposed-”

            “I’ll be back in about three hours,” the prosecutor said. “You said your names were… Apollo Justice and Trucy Enigmar…?”

            “Yeah… we’re half-siblings from our mom…” Apollo lightly explained. He never liked explaining why they had two different last names, it always caused confusion. Sometimes he lied and just said that their last name was “Gramarye” – he thought about once he was emancipated, he would get his and Trucy’s last names change to it officially so they could match their mother’s maiden name.

            Mr. Edgeworth gave a nod, as though committing it to memory. “Alright…” he finally said. He then handed Apollo a spare key and piece of paper with the apartment number. “Please don’t hesitate to call if needed.”

            “Yessir.”

**

The apartment was much larger than Apollo thought it was going to be – it being bigger than four units at his and Trucy’s old apartment put together.

            The small Pomeranian leaped out of Trucy’s arms once she recognized that she was home and made her way to a small box and grabbed a toy from it. Her small feet padded back to Trucy and dropped it at the young girl’s shoes.

            “Oh, she wants to play!” Trucy squealed happily, clapping her hands together.

            “Go ahead sis,” Apollo smiled, glad to see his sister so happy.

            Trucy grabbed the toy - a small, braided rope - and ran off to the middle of the large living room to play tug of war. She was squealing in laughter and delight while Pess yipped and howled at her new companion.  

            Apollo had found the surprisingly small list that was designated for Pess. It required that Pess was fed at least three times a day with her special dog food that was high in protein and high in fatty acids – the kibble small enough for her mouth. Everything was organic and natural ingredients – something that even people could technically eat. There was a timetable of when to feed half-a-cup of the food for the dog, and when Apollo checked his watch, he noticed it was at that time.

            Man… when I was threatened to be fed dog food… I wish it was this!

            He used the measuring cup that was already in the container that had Pess’s food and poured it into her dish. The dog yipped happily and made her way over to the bowl, eating the food. Apollo changed her water as well so that it was fresh, using the filtered water that was from the fridge as requested on the list.

            A couple of times, Apollo’s phone rang, but he didn’t answer it as it was a phone number he didn’t recognize. So, he ignored it. It wasn’t until it was about time that Mr. Edgeworth should be arriving back at the luxury apartment there was a soft knock on the door.

            Apollo’s ears perked up. It was obvious that it wasn’t the prosecutor, as this was his apartment, and he would have his own key. The boy signaled for his sister to take Pess and go hide in the guest room, the girl grabbed the small dog gently and made her way down the hall.

            The boy put his ear by the front door to hear soft murmurs.

            “Do you think this is a good idea, Nick…?” a voice said. It was young and feminine.

            “Look, I don’t like the idea of Miles leaving two kids alone…” another voice said, this time a male.

            “He said the boy was almost fifteen…” the young woman pointed out.

            A scoff. “Okay…? And…?” the man drew out both words. “He also said he had his eight-year-old sister with him… they seem desperate for money…”

            “And we aren’t!?”

            “Because you make me buy you burgers for ninety percent of your meals, Maya…”

            Wait… is this the guy that Mr. Edgeworth gave me a card for…?

            “Also, the kid didn’t answer his phone…” the man continued worriedly. “I just want to make sure everything is alright…”

            Apollo finally cracked opened the door, his chocolate brown eyes peering between the crack.

            The young woman that was talking was an inch or two shorter than him, her dark blue eyes wide at the sudden appearance of him. “Ack!” she yelped and went behind a tall man dressed in a blue suit.

            This man was about as tall as Mr. Edgeworth, but he was broad shouldered. His skin was kissed with a light tan that almost looked olive in tone, and his jet-black hair was spiked in the back.

            “Oh, hello there, kiddo!” the man greeted shyly, him rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m Phoenix Wright… I’m a friend of Miles Edgeworth!” He then gestured to the woman behind him, who was dressed what Apollo thought was a Halloween costume even though it was June. “This is Maya Fey… she’s my legal assistant.”

            “And a Spirit Medium!” she added. “… in training.”

            Mr. Wright rolled his eyes. “Yes… that as well,” he groaned. He then knelt so he could be eye level with Apollo in the crack of the door. “Are you able to let us in…? We want to help…”

            “More like you were a worrywart, Nick!” Maya teased.

            There was a familiar yipping sound as the cotton ball of a dog made her way down the hall. Trucy was running after her, her ocean blue eyes wide with a combination of panic and fear. Pess pushed her way between Apollo’s legs, which forced him to open the door, and the dog happily jumped to Maya and gave her happy licks.

            “Look, Nick!” Maya squealed. “I told you Pess loved me!”

            “Great… lovely… wonderful,” Mr. Wright muttered sarcastically. He then caught the eye of Trucy who was now hiding behind Apollo, her small hands wrapped into his red shirt. “Oh, hello there, sweetie… we’re friends of Mr. Edgeworth. I’m Phoenix Wright, what’s your name?”

            “Big Brother says not to give my name to strangers,” Trucy whispered, her voice barely audible.

            Phoenix gave a small smile. “And your big brother is absolutely correct,” he replied. “You’re very smart to remember that young lady.”

            “Oh… she must be around the same age as Pearly!” Maya then said as Pess leaped from her arms. The puffball Pomeranian made her way back to Trucy. “She’s so tiny and adorable! Look at her bright, blue eyes…!”

            “Maya, she’s a kid, not a cat in the window at a pet store…”

            There was then a groan behind the two of them, “Wright… why are you harassing these two children at my home?”

            Mr. Wright stood straight up and rubbed his neck again. “Uh, hey there, Miles!” he greeted.

            Mr. Edgeworth gave his friend a hard glare. “All I told you was to keep an eye on Apollo’s phone number in case he called you,” he stressed.

            “You left a fourteen-year-old and an eight-year-old to dog sit Pess?” Mr. Wright then demanded.

            “Fourteen-and-a-half,” Apollo then corrected. It was the first thing he said to the two newcomers since they had arrived.

            “Regardless, that’s messed up…” Mr. Wright insisted.

            “I was doing some research after I did my investigation,” Mr. Edgeworth then said. “But we shouldn’t be discussing this in the hallway.” He then gestured for Mr. Wright and Maya to enter the apartment, which the two promptly did.

            Trucy was once again playing with Pess, them playing with a ball this time. Maya went and soon joined her, the small dog extremely excited and couldn’t decide with whom she wanted to play with more.

            “Now, sit, Apollo,” Mr. Edgeworth offered a spot on the couch. “Wright, you too.”

            “Why do I feel like I’m about to be lectured…?” the defense attorney complained, his face crestfallen and sweat beading on his forehead.

            The prosecutor ignored his friend as he took out two small files. “Apollo P. Justice and Trucy A. Enigmar… both siblings entered into the foster care system in the last six months, correct?” he then questioned the boy.

            “Why are you questioning him like he’s a witness on the stand…?” Mr. Wright muttered, putting his face in his hands. “We’re not in court…”

            Apollo made a grimace. “Well… yeah…” he admitted to the prosecutor. “Our mom is dead and Trucy’s dad kind of just… left…”

            “He’s on the run for murder,” Mr. Edgeworth then clarified. “The murder of Defense Attorney Kristoph Gavin.”

            Mr. Wright gave a small scoff. “Ya know… never liked that guy, but didn’t wish for him to die either…” He then glanced over to Apollo, Apollo noticing that the man had such dark blue eyes that they appeared to be black. “And… what about your father?”

            Apollo flinched. “He… died when I was a baby…” he informed. “My dad was my mom’s first husband…”

            “Thalassa Gramarye…” the prosecutor read from the files. “A fiery young woman wasn’t she…? Ran away from home at the age of sixteen and met a Jove Justice?”

            Apollo shrugged. “Honestly… I can’t tell you many details… my mom didn’t talk about him much except that I’m a spitting image of him and that I’m loud like him.”

            “Polly is very loud!” Trucy confirmed as Pess jumped on her lap.

            “Thanks, sis…” Apollo groaned, his hair drooping.

            Mr. Edgeworth then gave a sigh like he was finally done beating around the bush. “Why are you and your sister putting up these posters to accumulate money?” He then held up the poster in question.

            It was then Mr. Wright gingerly took it from the prosecutor’s hands. “Oh… I’ve seen a couple of these by my office…” he admitted. “You and your sister made them…?”

            “We just need money for extra stuff the foster family can’t afford, that’s all!” Apollo lied, him trying to keep his hands from shaking.

            The prosecutor took a deep breath. “Apollo, I can tell when I child is not being treated well in a home…” he finally said, his voice gruff. “Is the family you’re staying with not treating you or Trucy right?”

            “It won’t matter when I’m sixteen,” Apollo bitterly said. “I’ll petition to the court and emancipate myself and take care of Trucy. We’re fine.”

            Mr. Edgeworth gave the boy a harsh glare. “You are severely underweight, I can tell just by looking at you!” he then stated, trying to keep his voice calm. “I can see Trucy is a little underweight but not as bad, so I can deduce that you give most of your food to her.”

            Apollo crossed his arms. “So, what if I do?” he growled. “She’s my baby sister! She’s the only family I have left…!” He felt hot tears sting his eyes. “She doesn’t deserve this… she’s the sweetest little girl and that asshole just left her… I don’t care what happens to me… she just doesn’t deserve that…”

            “Miles…” Mr. Wright finally said, his tone dangerously low. “Do you have information on the foster family currently?” He stood up and grabbed one of the files.

            “I do, Wright,” the prosecutor replied. “And I already have Detective Gumshoe heading there now to arrest them.”

            Apollo felt his heart drop. “Wait… what!?” he shouted, his voice loud enough for the two men to cover their ears and Maya to cover hears. Even Pess yelped and howled at the sudden voice level. Trucy was indifferent as she was used to her brother. “No… no… you need to call that detective and stop it…!” He began to panic. “The last time I tried to call for help… the one family… they threatened Trucy and… and…”

            Mr. Wright finally put both his hands on the boy’s shoulders. “Kid… you have two attorneys here…” he assured, his voice firm. “Gumshoe is a very trusted cop to us… your sister and you are not going to be harmed… okay?”

            Apollo felt a strange warmth in him. He hadn’t felt like it since his mother was alive when she would hug him and tell him that she had checked under his bed for monsters and assured him they were not there. The warmth of being cared about.

            Finally, Apollo gave a small nod.

            “Okay… everything is going to be fine, kiddo…”

**

The foster parents were arrested within the hour and the two children’s pitiful number of items were then taken to the precinct where Apollo and Trucy sat.

            Trucy swung her legs on the chair as her feet weren’t able to touch the ground. Apollo had his face buried in his hands, wondering where they were going to be dumped off next. Every time they had to go to a new home, it was always thrown in his face about them being separated as Trucy could be placed much faster.

            But if Trucy was placed in a home with Apollo, who was he supposed to protect her? To make sure she was properly fed?

            “Alright, you two kiddos ready to go?” Mr. Wright then asked them when he approached, Maya trotting along behind him.

            “To go where…?” Apollo asked plainly. “To the foster care agency where I get to hear the lecture again that I’m not wanted but Trucy is?”

            The man blinked in surprise. “Wait… what…?” he murmured. “They say that to you…?” When Apollo nodded, the attorney crossed his arms and furrowed his brows. “Well, good thing Miles is looking into that place as well… who knows how many other kids are getting hurt.”

            Trucy then looked up at him. “So… where are we going, Mr. Lawyer?” she then questioned, her voice quivering. “Are Polly and I going to be separated…?”

            Maya grasped her hands. “Oh, honey, no!” she told the small girl. “Not in a million years!”

            “Then… where are we going…?” Apollo asked again, this time his voice more firm.

            Mr. Wright and Maya gave each other a quick glance. “Oh… well… you two are gonna stay with us…” he told the boy.

            “We can…!?” Trucy shouted excitedly. “Does this mean we can visit the napkin tie man and Pess!?”

            Maya giggled, “Hehe… napkin tie…”

            Apollo raised an eyebrow. “Uh… no offense… but why you guys…?” he pressed.

            “Because we don’t like to see kids in trouble,” the attorney simply said.

            “Nick here is a sucker for it,” Maya laughed. “Might as well say that my cousin Pearl is his daughter because he dotes on her so much.”

            Mr. Wright rubbed the back of his neck again. “Hehe… well, Pearls is happy where she is at with us, so…”

            Maya rolled her eyes as she helped Trucy from her chair. “C’mon, Trucy…! We’re going to have so much fun!” she assured with a smile.

            “Okay!” Trucy giggled.

            “HOLD IT!” Apollo then shouted, him getting up from his chair. “What… you guys think we’re just going to be okay with this!? Why!? Like I had said, it’s not gonna matter when I’m sixteen anyways because-”

            “What you said earlier about Trucy not deserving what she is going through,” Mr. Wright interrupted, his voice calm. “You failed to see that you don’t deserve any if this either. You’re a kid yourself. Just because the law says you can be emancipated at fourteen, does that mean you should? No.” He shook his head gently. “You have been through a lot these last few years… I can see that in your eyes, kiddo… a boy your age shouldn’t have that look… you need to be a kid.”

            Apollo felt taken aback. He was so focused on protecting Trucy and making sure she was okay that he had failed to help himself.

            “So, how about it, kid…?” Mr. Wright then offered his hand. “Wanna go home?”

            Home… why does it feel right with them…?

            “Yeah…” Apollo finally said as he grasped the older man’s hand. It didn’t matter to him if it felt childish that he was being escorted out of the police station with his hand held like a toddler – it was just nice to feel that warmth again and to feel like a kid.

            “Can we get a puppy!?” Trucy then asked excitedly. “Can I call you Daddy? And I can call you Mommy?”

            “Uh… are you rushing things a bit, hon…?” Mr. Wright nervously told her.

            “No… you’re my new Daddy!” the small girl insisted. “I never called the other ones that! I like you!”

            “But she is correct on one question, Nick…” Maya then said slyly, her free hand on her cheek. “Can we get a puppy!?”

            “OBJECTION!”

Notes:

- Apollo being exasperated about explaining that he and Trucy are half-siblings is mainly inspired by myself and my sisters. My two sisters and I ALL have different last names - all who our biological father's is. It can be super confusing as none of us are married yet to have different last names, but we just do. * Personally, my favorite joke to say is I have 2 sisters from 2 different misters and I have a brother from another mother (because I do) - I loved how I turned a simple "Oh yeah, Pet Sitting!" into something very dark. Gotta sprinkle my style into it - MISERY. - Also, I didn't know what dog Miles actually had... many people have different opinions. I went with the Pomeranian due to the anime with his version of Missile and Missile from "Ghost Trick". *You know Pess was pulling a GT-Missile and screaming in her head "MISS TRUUUUCCCCY!!!! MISS MAAAAYYYAAAAAA!" - Also, sorry for posting Day 5 a day late. I won't tell anyone if you don't ;)

[medusapelagia]

05 AU-gust: Pet Sitter

Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: none WC: 1272

“You are not listening to me! Vicky said that she is coming to Europe with me! Can’t you see how big is this? Vicky and I, traveled around France, Italy, and Spain, visiting the most romantic town ever. I can already see it: a little cafè in Paris, she orders a salad, I don’t order anything because I’m too nervous, then I drop to my knees and ask her to marry me!” Steve smiles at Robin, she has met Vicky the last semester and she is still convinced that she is the one and that they are going to get married and live happily ever after. He loves Robin, he really does, but she is too naive sometimes, so, as her platonic soulmate, his job is trying to keep her with her feet on the ground. “That’s great babe, but can I remind you that we are not even sure if she likes boobies or not?” “She does. She must! I mean! We are always together!” Steve sighs, Robin and him are always together too but that doesn’t mean that there is any physical attraction between the two of them. “So. Now that it’s clear that we are going to get married soon and that you are going to be my best man… I need a little favor.” “What kind of favor?”

“You know that Vickie works to pay for college right?” “Mmmh…” “It’s nothing too complex. She is a pet sitter, and she already told all his clients that she will not be available for a couple of weeks in August but…” “But?” “She has a client that pays really well and that doesn’t want to look for another pet sitter, so he told her that he will keep her as a pet sitter if she finds a replacement for those two weeks and I happen to know that you are not leaving for holidays this year, so I thought that maybe if it’s not too much to ask for, you could replace her for a couple of weeks.” “I have never done the pet sitter!” he tries to protest. “Well, it’s not hard. I mean, you take out the dog for a couple of hours, give him food and water, and then you go back home. Sounds pretty easy, right?” Steve doesn’t want to remind her that his only experience with pets was when he tried to convince Dsutin’s cat, Mew, to get down the stupid tree and he almost killed himself when he fell. And the cat got down on his own. She seems so fucking happy. How can I deny something to her? “Ok. But just one client!” “You are my savior Steve!”

How hard can it be doing a pet sitter job? Hard. Because Robin didn’t tell him a tiny tiny detail. This man has a dog, a huge, enormous dog that jumped at him as soon as he got into the apartment, a couple of Siamese cats (and he has seen Lily and the Trumps and he knows they are trouble!), and three fucking snakes. And they eat frozen prey. Like mice. And rats. And other things he doesn’t really want to know. Steve takes a deep breath, starting with the easy stuff: refill water for all the animals. The dog is called Ozzy, the two cats are Heatfield and Axl, judging from the name on their bowls, and he has no fucking idea what the snakes' names are but they are three fucking snakes in three different terrains. He gets closer, trying to see the snakes but they seem to be hiding. so he pours some water into their basins and takes the dog out for a walk. During the whole walk, he thinks about calling Robin and saying that he can’t do it, he is very sorry but he can’t. But then he thinks about how happy she is and he decides to help her. It’s only for a week. Then the crazy man who owns all those pets will be back and everything will be ok.

Three days into the job and the dog has almost broken his arm dragging him around the park, one of the snakes bit his hand (he shouldn’t have fed him mice with bare hands but nobody told him!) and he is searching for the cats. He is sure that they are up to some mischief. And he is proven right when he hears the sound of something like glass shattering to the ground. Cleaning the house is not one of his duties, but he will not let the pets with glass all over the house, so he follows the sound that he has heard and finds himself in a studio. The cats have knocked over an ashtray, and while he cleans up the mess he starts to notice the awards behind the desk. Platinum records, Gold records, Grammy awards. Who the hell is the owner of these pets? He gets closer, trying to read the name on the plates, but a voice makes him jump. “Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my studio?!” He grips the glass and lets out a little whimper, while the blood starts spilling. “You are the worst thief have ever seen!” the man comments, getting closer to him and examining the wound “You have some glass in the wound. I’ll get some tweezers.” “I’m not a thief! I’m a pet sitter.” “Nope. I know who my pet sitter is: a lovely girl named Vickie and you are not her.” “She is on holiday with my friend and they asked me to replace her for a few days. Ouch.” The man who is taking out the glass from his hand can’t be much older than him. Steve looks at the awards “They are all yours?” “No. I robbed them.” Steve turns so abruptly toward him that his neck cracks. “Of course they are mine. I’m quite famous, you know?” “I’m sorry but I have no idea who you are, only that I have to be sure that Ozzy gets his walk and everyone is fed and has enough water.” “So you didn’t do any research? You weren’t curious about whose house was this?” Steve shakes his head “I only got into your studios because the cats broke your ashtray. I’m sorry.” The man smiles “I should have quit years ago. This is as good a time as any.” he cleans his cut, puts a bandage on, and then says “Eddie Munson, singer and guitarist. At your service.” “Steve Harrington, librarian and temporary pet sitter.” They don’t shake hands because Steve is hurt. “Librarian, uh?” “Yeah. I’m actually on holiday but, as I told you, my friend asked me and… weren’t you supposed to be back on Monday?” “Yes I was, but the last concert was canceled and I missed my little troublemakers. Don’t worry. I’ll pay you for the entire week.” “You don’t have to…” “I insist. And you know what? I’m fucking starving! What do you think if I make sure that you are fed and have enough water?” “Sorry?” “I’d like to take you out. Any preference? Thai? Italian? Mexican?” “Oh. Everything is fine, and you don’t have to…” “What if I want to? I’d love to have a little chat with a pretty boy like you. Who knows what other secrets you are hiding?” “Oh, I don’t have any secrets…” he answers meekly. “Let me judge that.”

Years later, when Steve is being interviewed, he remembers the strange chain of events that led him to meet his husband. Everything started with a journey in Europe, some pets, and a very cool guitarist.

[slashyrogue]

Au-Gust 2023 Day 5: Pet Sitters

Will had a problem. 

He had another teaching conference next week, his third in six months, and he had to be out of town for almost four days. 

And all the pet sitters refused to take his pack. 

Will knew it was his own fault, he may have been a little strict with a few sitters in the past and gotten angry at the slightest mistake, but this was his pack. 

His family. 

He wasn’t gonna just let anyone take them. 

Which was why he finally caved and went to PamperedPooch.com. 

PamperedPooch.com was a very expensive pet sitting site where the creme de la creme of society found their pet sitters. The cheapest sitter was almost five hundred dollars a day, not even counting overnight, and as he made his account he made sure to be polite while he posted pictures of the pack. 

Well trained pack of seven dogs very used to pet sitters. 

May need overnights for four consecutive days. 

Send message below. 

He waited, chewing his lip, and after thirty minutes he went to let the dogs out thinking maybe he could make an excuse to his boss that he had to miss this one. 

Not that Jack would be happy with him. 

It wasn’t his first. 

Will ate lunch and came back to the computer where he found several messages asking for astronomical prices that he deleted immediately. Then he got to the last message and as he read the sitter’s reply he smiled. 

Hello Will

I am a very experienced pet sitter who has worked in the profession for nearly ten years. I can handmake all your pack’s food - following my own or a provided recipe of your choice - and I will if need be take them to my home if I cannot stay at yours. I will need to be provided adequate ingredients ahead of schedule for their meals but will make my own. For four days I would charge one thousand dollars. 

Please tell me if you’d like to meet in person or we can talk over the phone. 

I look forward to your reply. 

Hannibal Lecter

Will answered back fast, feeling so happy he could burst, and agreed to meet Hannibal later for coffee. He went to give the dogs treats, still smiling, and got himself together putting a nice shirt and some clean jeans before he headed out for the city. 

He got there early, the shop a little pricey but not overly, and looked around waiting for Hannibal to arrive. 

And froze as a man in an Armani suit started to walk towards him. He blushed, looking the man over with way too obvious interest. 

It couldn’t be. 

The man paused in front of Will and pulled out the dog bone they’d agreed upon to show who they were. 

“Hannibal?” 

Hannibal Lecter smiled and held out his hand. 

“Hello, Will.” 

Will blushed as he took the man’s hand, and found himself almost uncomfortable with how good looking he was. He never would’ve guessed this man was a pet sitter. A doctor maybe? A model? Not a pet sitter. 

“So…I…” 

“What is it you do, Will?” 

He blinked. “What? I…I don’t know why that matters.” 

Hannibal leaned forward and smiled. “I’m merely curious. You’re not my usual clientele.” 

Will blushed. “I’m a Biology teacher.” 

“Ah,” Hannibal said, as a woman came over, “A man after my own heart. I will have a Americano, three sugars please. Will?” 

Will looked at her. “Um, a black coffee four sugars.” 

She smiled, and Will was surprised to see her unusual name. 

Mischa. 

“Coming right up,” she said, winking at Hannibal who just smiled back. 

Will frowned. “She…” 

“That is my sister,” Hannibal said with a sigh, “She’s much younger than me and likes to…observe my meetings.” 

Will smiled. “That’s…kinda cute.”

“Is it? One would think the older sibling would be the more protective. Mischa is barely out of her twenties and treats my job like every client may be a secret serial killer.” 

He laughed. “You never know.” 

Hannibal smiled. “No, I suppose you don’t,” he said, looking at Will oddly, “So…ask me anything, Mr. Graham. I’m all yours for the next several hours. What do you need to think of me as a potential pet sitter?” 

Will blushed again. “I…I just…I’m a little picky, that’s all. I’ve ran myself off of so many sites and I…” 

“You love your dogs, Will, that’s not a bad thing. What scared all of them away?” 

He sighed. “I want everything perfect, that’s all.” 

Mischa returned and put the cups down in front of them, eyeing Will the same odd way Hannibal did. “Anything else, guys?” 

“Just privacy.” 

She laughed. “Yeah, not gonna happen. I’ll be…over there.” 

Will watched her go, her blonde hair so different from Hannibal’s and, he smiled at him. 

“So…you’ll do anything I ask of you then? Anything at all?” 

“Yes. Perhaps, I can come to your home and meet the pack to see how they like me. Would that ease your worries?” 

Will frowned. “I…I guess so.” 

“Wonderful,” Hannibal said, pulling out his phone, “Give me your address and we can set this all up as soon as possible. I….I really am looking forward to meeting them and…working for you, Will.” 

Will wiggled in his seat. 

This was a bad idea. 

Very, very bad. 

But he took Hannibal’s phone and gave him his info, feeling Hannibal’s eyes on him the whole time before he handed it back. 

“I think maybe you might be my ideal dog sitter,” he said, laughing nervously, “It’s like you were made for me.” 

Hannibal smiled as he sipped his drink. 

“You seem like the ideal client,” he said, “Perhaps…we were made for each other.” 

Will blushed again. 

“Maybe.” 

[starjunco]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pelna Khara & Nyx Ulric, Cor Leonis/Nyx Ulric Characters: Nyx Ulric, Cor Leonis, Pelna Khara, Monica Elshett, Clarus Amicitia, Regis Lucis Caelum Additional Tags: kitty!Nyx, Shapeshifter!Nyx, AU-gust | August Writing Challenge 2023, Pet Sitters, Humor Series: Part 4 of Kitty!Nyx, Part 4 of AU August 2023 Summary:

Nyx and Pelna are up to something in the halls of the Citadel. It's going mostly to plan until the Marshal shows up. Hyjinks ensue.

[nyxlaufeyson]

A God's Creatures

Loki Oneshot Masterlist - Main Masterlist

POV: Second

Ship: Loki x Reader OR Loki & Reader, because it could be read as platonic or as a budding relationship. I might write a part 2 in the future, and I will tag that accordingly if I decide to make it more of a romance.

Type: Fluff

Wordcount: 1819

TW: None

Synopsis:  Loki hires you to petsit, without you knowing who you were petsitting for. You're extra surprised when you see the creatures you'll be sitting.

Day 5 of AU-gust: "Pet Sitters"

A/N: A day late, but I love this a lot.

Shoutout to the @augustwritingchallenge who suggested someone petsitting a god's creatures, because I don't think this would've came to mind if they hadn't.

As you followed the directions to where you were going, you stumbled upon a large, closed gate. There was a small building with someone inside, and the woman slid open a little window so you could hear her. “May I see your ID, please?”

You were a bit surprised by the security of the place, but quickly nodded. “Uhm yeah, of course.” you said, fumbling around in the glovebox for your ID card. You finally found it, handing it over to the woman. “Here you go.”

She looked it over, then scanned it with some sort of device before nodding and handing it back to you. “Do you have any weapons in the car with you?”

“Uh- pepper spray?” You said, unsure if that would qualify as a weapon. The lady just smiled slightly and shook her head. “That’s fine. You're all clear to go in.” She said, punching some buttons in on her side, opening the gate. 

“Thank you!” You said, putting your ID back into the glovebox and continuing down the road. Of all the sitter gigs you’ve had, you’d never come across a place with this level of security. You were hoping this would mean generous tips. 

The driveway was around mile long, and you could see trees running around the property to give it more seclusion. You finally reached a series of buildings, completely lost on where to go. One of the bigger buildings had a big “A” on it, and you figured it must just be a family name or business.

Unsure of where to park or go in, you pulled up the text conversation you had with the person you were pet sitting for. ‘Park at the SouthWest entrance, and you can enter there. The front desk will have someone to show you where to go. You can call or text me if you have any questions.’

After some driving around, you found where to park and were able to get inside the building. There were a lot more people than you were expecting, so you figured that it must be a company where some people live. 

You made your way to the front desk, smiling. “Hi, I’m here for-” You started, but the man at the desk interrupted you. “The pet sitter?” You nodded, surprised he knew what you were there for. The woman at the gate must’ve sent a heads-up. “Follow me.” the man said, and you did, following him into a fancy elevator-that also required a keycode.

Once the elevator reached the floor you were going to, the doors opened. “Go straight until you see a set of stairs, and after those, turn right.” You nodded, thanking the man as the doors to the elevator closed back.

You followed his directions, finding yourself in what looked like a common area. There was a boy sitting on the couch-he appeared to be a teenager-who smiled when he saw you. “You must be Mr. Loki’s pet sitter!” He said, standing up to shake your hand. 

“Yeah, I’m here to pet sit.” You replied, slightly surprised by the name of your new client. You figured that their parents must've appreciated mythology.

“I’m Peter.” The boy said, smiling. “Nice to meet you, Peter.” You said, introducing yourself to him. After a short conversation with Peter, two men walked into the room, appearing to be deeply immersed in a conversation. 

“Mr. Loki, the pet sitter is here.” Peter said, and Loki’s eyes snapped over to you. “My apologies, dear, I didn’t see you there.”

You looked over at Loki and the man next to him, recognizing the blonde, and suddenly it clicked in your head who you were working for. “Loki… as in Loki who-” You started but the man rolled his eyes. 

“-Who attacked New York? Yes, yes that Loki.” He interrupted, sighing. “I can assure you I’ve put those days behind me, and am now working alongside the Avengers for the time being.”

Stunned, you opened your mouth, closed it, and then opened it again. “So I’m… In the Avengers headquarters?” 

The man beside him, whom you recognized as Thor, scrunched his eyebrows. “You didn’t tell her who she was working for?” Loki threw his hands up, seemingly exasperated. “No, because if I did, I would risk someone who doesn’t know what they’re doing taking the job because they want to see their ‘oh-so-famous’ heroes.”

“Yeah, sorry, I’m just a bit shocked.” You said, regaining your professionalism. “I’m here to do what I came for, so if you could just show me to your animals I can get started?” 

Loki nodded, giving you a bit of a smile. “Right. Follow me.” He led you down several hallways, and one flight of stairs, before stopping outside of a door. “You said you were good with… exotic pets?” 

You nodded, smiling. “Yes, I’ve worked with many different types of pets before.” You confirmed, and Loki opened the door, a dog immediately springing out at you. 

The dog began to run to Loki, but upon noticing you, it ran over and jumped at you. “Awww. Hi baby!” You cooed, petting the dog on its head, scratching their ears. 

“I haven’t seen a dog that looks quite like this before, it almost looks like a wolf.” You said, laughing, as you continued to pet the dog. 

“He is a wolf.” Loki said, and you looked up at him with a smile, assuming he was joking. Once you saw his face, your smile faltered a bit. 

“Really?” You asked, examining the creature a bit more. He did certainly look like a wolf. Loki nodded, rubbing his arm. “Is this alright with you? I can assure you he will not hurt you. He’s a sweet boy, aren’t you Fenrir?” 

The wolf wagged his tail, and you laughed, continuing to pet him. “No yeah, it’s totally fine. Something new I can add to my resume.” You joked, doubting anyone would believe you if you were to say you petsat a wolf.

“Well, good, because the next one might surprise you a bit more.” Loki said, and you prepared yourself. “Alright.” You said, following him into the room, Fenrir tagging along. 

You were astonished to see a large tank of water in the room, and even more so to see what was swimming inside. There was an unfathomably large serpent slithering around, and it appeared to be holding onto its tail with its mouth. 

“Wow.” You breathed, not sure what to say. “What uh, what type of animal is it?” You asked, your curiosity beyond peaked. 

“A sea serpent.” Loki replied, before reconsidering. “Kind of. He’s not really from around here though, so he has some qualities that Midgard’s sea serpents might not.”

As the creature swam around, you watched, mesmerized at the way it moved so freely. “What’s his name?” 

“Jörmungandr.” Loki replied, and your eyes widened. There was no way you were going to pronounce that right. 

“Whor-Man-dr?” You tried.

“No. Jörmungandr”

“Yo-Mun-Gr?” You sounded out, but Loki shook his head. 

“Jörmungandr.” He repeated, and you tried again.

“Yor-Moon-andr?”

“Closer. It’s not an easy name to pronounce, but that’s close enough for now.” Loki said, and you nodded. You had heard many crazy pet names, but this one might be one of the hardest you’ve ever had to pronounce.

“How do I feed him?” You asked, a bit confused on how you were going to get anything into the tank. 

Loki pointed to the top of the tank. “There is a set of stairs to get level with the top of the tank, and there's some buttons to open it. His food is all up there in fridges and freezers, and I have a sheet for you for each of the animals and what you’ll need to do.” 

“Alright then. So, I count one more animal? The horse I believe?” You ask, and Loki smiled and nodded. “Sleipnir.” He said, leading you back through the door and into an elevator. Fenrir followed, happy with the ear scratches you gave him every now and then. 

Loki took you and Fenrir outside, going to a fenced-off field, entering through a barn. Inside the barn, a horse ran up to you, Loki, and Fenrir, evidently happy to get visitors. 

“This is Sleipnir.” Loki said, and you gently pet the horse’s muzzle. You noticed the horse had eight legs, double the amount of normal horses, but you weren't overly surprised after your encounter with Jörmungandr.

“Hi buddy.” You said, stroking Sleipnir’s mane as he let out a snort. “I have to ask, do his eight legs make him a lot faster than other horses?” You asked, and Loki smiled. 

“Oh yes. Sleipnir is one of the fastest horses, if not the fastest horse in all the realms.” Loki said, proudly. “Isn’t that right?” Sleipnir neighed in response, causing you to laugh. 

Loki’s phone buzzed, and his smile faded a bit as he read whatever notification he had gotten. “Alright, me and the team have to leave, but I’ve sent over the instructions you’ll need over to your phone. Since this mission might be a few days, Stark has set up a room for you so you don’t have to travel back and forth. Security knows who you are and where you’re staying, so you shouldn’t have any problems.” 

He gave the horse one more pat before leading you and his wolf outside of the barn, closing the door to prevent Sleipnir from getting out. “I’ll go ahead and show you where your room is. Fenrir usually sleeps in my room, but if you’re not comfortable with him in there he can just roam the common areas.” 

You nodded, following Loki as he walked you back through the building and up to a door. “Here is where you’ll be staying.” He said, and you smiled and thanked him. 

“If you need anything, feel free to ask FRIDAY, the building’s AI system. She can give you directions if you need them, as this is a rather big building and it’s easy to get lost. She should also keep you updated on when I’ll be back. Feel free to leave if you need and come back, you don’t have to stay here the entire time. There should be plenty of food in the common areas which we passed through, so just help yourself.” 

After you thanked him again, he bid his goodbye and left off to go do whatever it was that the world-famous Avengers did. You opened the room, surprised at how big it was. “Well then.” You said, setting some of your things down on the bed. Fenrir followed, but you didn’t mind. 

You read through the directions Loki had sent over for each of the animals. It was going to be a lot of work, but it was a once in a lifetime opportunity to pet sit for a god’s creatures, wasn’t it?

A/N: So... I might make another part to this if anyone's interested?? I think it would be fun! Especially when reader finds out Fenrir can talk...

Tag List (Comment or inbox me to be added/removed; along with what to be tagged for): @michief-dream

[ao3feed-steve-eddie]

by Medusapelagia

“I need a little favor.” “What kind of favor?” “You know that Vickie works to pay for college right?” “Mmmh…” “It’s nothing too complex. She is a pet sitter, and she already told all his clients that she will not be available for a couple of weeks in August but…” “But?” “She has a client that pays really well and that doesn’t want to look for another pet sitter, so he told her that he will keep her as a pet sitter if she finds a replacement for those two weeks and I happen to know that you are not leaving for holidays this year, so I thought that maybe if it’s not too much to ask for, you could replace her for a couple of weeks.” “I have never done the pet sitter!” he tries to protest. “Well, it’s not hard. I mean, you take out the dog for a couple of hours, give him food and water, and then you go back home. Sounds pretty easy, right?” Steve doesn’t want to remind her that his only experience with pets was when he tried to convince Dustin’s cat, Mew, to get down the stupid tree and he almost killed himself when he fell. And the cat got down on his own.

[written for AU-gust Writing Challenge 2023]

Words: 1282, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of AU-gust 2023

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Vickie (Stranger Things)

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Additional Tags: AU-gust | August Writing Challenge 2023, Originally Posted on Tumblr, Pet Sitter Steve Harrington, Famous Eddie Munson

Read on Ao3

[yaoyoroz-oops]

au-gust day 5: pet sitters

[doctorbeverlycrusher]

AU-gust 2023

I’ve decided to write some fics for AU-gust this year! This month is going to be chaotic to say the least for me so I’ve started posting a little early. I’ll be updating this post with links as they are posted. The prompts are listed with the fic linked.

FICS

SIGHTLESS (Ted Lasso | Ted/Rebecca)

IMMORTALS (Star Trek: TNG/Picard | Picard/Crusher; Picard/Nella)

WRITER (Star Trek: TNG | Data/Geordi)

RUNAWAY (Law and Order: SVU/CSI: NY | Olivia Benson & Stella Bonasera)

PET SITTERS (Ted Lasso | Ted/Rebecca)

DOMESTIC (Ted Lasso | Ted/Rebecca)

BOARDING SCHOOL (Who’s The Boss? | Angela & Samantha; Tony/Angela)

[mothmantoaflame]

AU-gust 2023 Masterlist!!

Here’s all the fics I wrote for the AUgust challenge and the prompts for each fic.

Day 3 writer https://archiveofourown.org/works/49114189

Day 6: Domestic

Day 19: Shapeshifters + Day 5 Pet sitters

Day 19: shapeshifters

[lupuslikethewolf]

ted lasso au-gust 2023 day 5: pet sitters !!

Fandom: Ted Lasso (TV)

Relationship: Richard Montlaur & Jamie Tartt

Characters: Richard Montlaur, Jamie Tartt, Original Cat Character(s)

Additional Tags: Jamie Tartt Owns Cats, petsitting for your homies, adopt dont shop !!, Richard Montlaur is a Good Friend, AU-gust | August Writing Challenge, AU-gust | August Writing Challenge 2023

Summary: Jamie realises that the house he lives in is, well, really quite fucking depressing. the cats fix that.

[gerec]

The hardest part about the AU-gust challenge isn't even having to write every day (though that's definitely not easy ha) - it's having to come up with an interesting idea for each prompt. Tomorrow's is 'pet sitter' which...not for me, so now I get to choose between the Jokers:

sculpture artist

western

shipwrecked

role reversal

If anyone has a suggestion/idea I'm all ears!

[medusapelagia]

Medusapelagia’s AU-gust 2023 Masterlist

Complete Serie on A03

01 Au-gust: Sightless Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: Blind Steve Harrington, implied reference to depression

02 AU-gust: Immortals Rating: Teen and up elationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: none

03 AU-gust: Writer Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: none

04 AU-gust: Runaway Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: mention of blood, Vampire Eddie Munson

05 AU-gust: Pet Sitter Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: none

06 AU-gust: Domestic Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: homophobic language

07 AU-gust: Boarding School Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: no one

08 Au-gust: Robots and Androids (Part 1, Part 2, ...) Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: no one

09 AU-gust: Cleaning Crew Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: omegaverse, implied reference to prostitution, Omega Steve Harrington, Alpha Eddie Munson, Dad Steve Harrington

10 AU-gust: Exile Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson. Eddie Munson/Original Character WT: open ending

11 AU-gust: Doppleganger Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: no one

12 AU-gust: Bookstore Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: no one

13 AU-gust: Behind the mirror Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: no one

14 AU-gust: Wizard and Witches Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: none

15 AU-gust: Ancient History Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: implied reference to underage

16 AU-gust: Road Trip Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: none

17 AU-gust: Fallen Angel Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: none

18 AU-gust: Time Travel (NFSW) Rating: Explicit elationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: blow job

19 AU-gust: Shapeshifter Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: mention of blood, implied reference to depression, mention of animal death

20 AU-gust: Reconnection Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: sickfic, hospital, Medical Inaccuracies

21 AU-gust: Coaches Rating: Teen and up elationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: Billy Hargrove, Permanently Injured Steve Harrington, implied reference to depression

22 AU-gust: Celebrities Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: sickfic, car accident

23 AU-gust: Joker (shipwrecked) Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: no one

24 AU-gust: Crime Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: mention of violence, dark Eddie Munson, injury and blood, reference to drugs

25 Au-gust: Joker (Western) Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: mention of violence, mention of raping, use of the world Indians to define Native Americans

26 AU-gust: Lighthouse (Part 1, Part 2, ...) Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: Monsters, self inflict injury

27 AU-gust: Fantastic Creatures Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: age difference (when they meet Steve is only a child and Eddie is older)

28 AU-gust: Royalty Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: omegaverse, Omega Steve Harrington, Alpha Eddie Munson

29 AU-gust: Dark Rating: Teen and Up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: Dark Steve Harrington

30 AU-gust: Joker (Sculpture Artist) Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: ambigous ending

31 AU-gust: Two of 2022 prompts (Hanahaki Disease + Surfer) Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove Characters: Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson WT: blood, sickfick, mutual pinning

[slashyrogue]

Things I Wrote in Patreon in May 2023

Patreon Exclusives

Spacedogs: Mine to Keep - Chapter Two - 5/1

"Contest" Story Pick: The Rise and Fall of Wehem and Hanbal - Chapter One - 5/1

Hannigram AU: His Father's Eyes - Chapter Forty Two - 5/4

Hannigram AU: His Father’s Eyes - Chapter Forty Three - 5/12

Spacedogs: Mine to Keep - Chapter Three - 5/17

Hannigram AU: His Father’s Eyes - Chapter Forty Four - 5/22

Spacedogs: Mine to Keep - Chapter Four - 5/29

Ao3 Later 

AU-Gust 2023 Day 1 : JOKER - Shipwrecked - 5/1

Spacedogs AU: Desperate Heat - Chapter Thirty One - 5/3

AU-gust 2023 Day 2: Immortals - 5/3

AU-Gust 2023 Day 3: Writer - 5/3

Spacedogs: Desperate Heat - Chapter Thirty Two - THE END - 5/3

Hannigram AU: Captive Heat - Chapter One - 5/5

Hannigram AU: Captive Heat - Chapter Two -5/8

Hannigram AU: Captive Heat - Chapter Three - 5/8

Hannigram AU: Captive Heat - Chapter Four -  5/8

AU-Gust 2023 Day 4: Runaway - 5/8

AU-Gust 2023 Day 5: Pet Sitters - 5/8

AU-Gust 2023 Day 6: Domestic - 5/9

Hannigram AU: Captive Heat - Chapter Five - 5/12

Hannigram AU: Captive Heat - Chapter Six - 5/13

Hannigram AU: Captive Heat - Chapter Seven - 5/15

Hannigram AU: Captive Heat - Chapter Eight - 5/15

Hannigram AU: Captive Heat - Chapter Nine - 5/15

Hannigram AU : Captive Heat - Chapter Ten - 5/17

Hannigram AU: Captive Heat - Chapter Eleven - 5/17

AU-Gust 2023 -Day 7: Boarding School - 5/19

AU-Gust 2023- Day 8: Robots & Androids - 5/19

AU-Gust 2023 - Day 9 - Cleaning Crew - 5/19

AU-Gust 2023 - Day 10: Exiled - 5/20

Hannigram AU: Captive Heat - Chapter Twelve - 5/22

AU-Gust 2023 - Day 11 - Doppleganger - 5/22

AU-gust 2023 Day 12: Book Store - 5/22

Hannigram AU: Mylimasis - Chapter Twenty Two - 5/24

Hannigram AU: Captive Heat - Chapter Thirteen - 5/24

Hannigram AU: Captive Heat - Chapter Fourteen - 5/25

Hannigram AU: Captive Heat - Chapter Fifteen - 5/26

AU-gust day 2023 Day 13: Joker - Western - 5/26

AU-gust 2023 Day 14: Wizards and Witches - 5/26

Hannigram AU: Captive Heat - Chapter Sixteen - 5/29

Hannigram AU: Captive Heat - Chapter Seventeen - 5/29

Hannigram AU: The Lost Royal Claim - Chapter Eleven - 5/29

AU-gust 2023 Day 15: Ancient History - 5/29

AU-gust 2023 Day 16: Road Trip - 5/29

Tumblr Later

Failed Twitter Attempts - Hannigram AU: His Until Midnight - 5/18

Failed Twitter Attempts - Spacedogs AU: Yours Until Dawn - 5/18

Not So failed Twitter Attempts - Hannigram AU: For Your Eyes Only - 5/28

Not So Failed Twitter Attempts - Spacedogs AU: For Your Arms Only - 5/28

[evenfallwriter]

AU-gust 2023 Writing Challenge Masterlist || @augustwritingchallenge

Finally AU-gust is here! I was too impatient and wanted to post so much but was able to resist thankfully T^T

ORIGINAL LINKS FOR AU-GUST WRITING CHALLENGE 2023

AU-gust 2023 prompts AU-gust Writing Challenge Account

MY LINKS

Yuna's AUgust Works ☾ * : ･ﾟ ✧ . * to fall from grace || BSD - Figure Skating AU stuck in between || Eleceed - Sixth Sense AU on a field filled with red poppies || BSD - Boarding School/Reincarnation AU at least the war is over || BSD - aftermath AU bouquet filled with white lilies || BSD - Fem SKK/Runaway AU to burn for your love || BSD - Role Reversal/Time Travel AU as long as I'm here (no one can hurt you) || AftG - Papa Minyard AU

THE PROMPTS (and the fandom's that I will be writing using it for + who the event's will be surrounding)

DAY 1 : Sightless || DAY 2 : Immortals || DAY 3 : Writer || DAY 4: Runaway || dried calla flowers and chrysanthemums - CH 0 DAY 5 : Pet Sitters || DAY 6 : Domestic || DAY 7 : Boarding School || DAY 8 : Robots & Androids || DAY 9 : Cleaning Crew Western || DAY 10 : Exiled || on a field of red poppies - CH 1 DAY 11 : Doppelganger || as long as I'm here (no one can hurt you) - CH 1 DAY 12 : Book Store || DAY 13 : Behind the Mirror || DAY 14 : Wizards & Witches Role Reversal|| to burn for your love - CH 1 DAY 15 : Ancient History || DAY 16 : Road Trip || DAY 17 : Fallen Angel || to fall from grace - CH 0 DAY 18 : Time Travel || to burn for your love - CH 3 DAY 19 : Shapeshifters || DAY 20 : Reconnection || at least the war is over - CH 1 DAY 21 : Coaches || DAY 22 : Celebrities || DAY 23 : Plumber Sculpture Artist|| DAY 24 : Crime || DAY 25 : Eldritch Horror || stuck in between - CH 0 DAY 26 : Lighthouse || to burn for your love - CH 2 DAY 27 : Fantastic Creatures || bouquet filled with white lilies - CH 1 DAY 28 : Royalty || DAY 29 : Dark || DAY 30 : Afterlife || at least the war is over - CH 2 DAY 31 : Two of the Above ||

[quillerqueen]

Not a Universe Goes By (18-25/31)

(a series of fic(let)s for The Ted Lasso AU-gust challenge) #18 Childhood

“Happy memories or sad ones?”

Rebecca stares at the two photos plucked out of old albums—her blonde pigtails and Ted’s dimpled grin, each with a football under one arm, their little hands tucked into their respective fathers’.

They each lost theirs, albeit in very different ways, on the exact same day.

An ocean apart, and how many ways do their lives mirror one another? How long have they run parallel? What would have become of them if their paths had never crossed?

But they have crossed, and now they walk together—down memory lane and into the future.

“Both.”

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#19 Horror Movie

The woods were dead quiet.

Even the crack of twigs under his sneakers was swallowed by the thick rolling fog.

She emerged like an apparition of mist and moonlight, silver and pale, with the softest golden lustre to her hair as it shrouded her like a robe, brushing the ground, swaying in the still night.

Their eyes locked—and he knew before she opened her mouth.

He knew heartbreak when he saw it.

Her cry is fatal to him—but even as he draws his last breath in her arms, he thinks there's never been a sound more hauntingly beautiful.

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#20 Roadtrip

Rebecca fucking hates buses.

Perhaps her avoidance of public transport makes her an insufferable snob, but she simply does not care for the jostling, the smells, the unfathomable unpredictability of temperature settings—the whole ordeal is unnerving, thank you very much.

Rebecca hates buses, but she cares deeply about her team, and team's gotta bond.

"Good morning, boys."

The collective cheer resonates in her chest, splits her face into a smile and makes her eyes swim as she stumbles down the aisle amid cheerful greetings, to Ted beaming at her from the very back.

"Hey, Boss. Saved you a seat."

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#21 Underwater

The ocean rushed through her veins, a salty mist gathering in her eyes as she gazed longingly upon it.

And he gazed lovingly upon her, aching from the sacrifice she’d held close to her chest until now. She was so brave, his little mermaid, abandoning her world in pursuit of the love she’d longed for her entire life. She harboured no regret, but he knew—having to choose’d torn her soul apart.

Ted’s world lost its colour, barely bearable anymore even with Rebecca in it.

“It’s my turn now,” he told her, “to try and make a home in yours.”

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#22 Fake Married/Dating

Shameless self-promotion time! I have a festive multi-chapter that fits this trope - we do love Christmas in August in this fandom, right?

Read ‘Tis a Fine Line We Tread, My Dear’ on AO3

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#23 Injured

"R'becca…I love you."

The hospital floor gives way under her for a dozenth time today.

"I see they've given you the good stuff," she stutters, smiling weakly as she fluffs Ted's pillow.

The machines beep with a regularity her heart can only envy, lulling Ted to sleep even as her ribcage is on the brink of breaking open.

"You're high," she whispers, chances a glance at Beard in a plastic chair beside her.

He tilts his head noncommittally.

"Is he not?" she prompts weakly.

Beard's calm reply haunts her more than his silence when he shrugs:

"This time he is."

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#24 Pets

"So how's this shared custody thing working out for you guys?"

"What the fuck do you mean?"

"Come on, babe. The shared calendar with appointments and sleepovers and shit? The sitter on retainer? You've got her whenever Ted's in training, and he takes her during important calls? It's cute as fuck."

"Peanut is not—This isn't—We aren't—Shit."

"Oh, sweetheart," Keeley pats Rebecca’s knee sympathetically before addressing the hyperactive puppy chewing on her  finger. "Why don't you come home with me and Uncle Roy tonight? Let your fucking fit, precious, idiot parents figure shit out at last?"

Well, fuck.

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#25 We Used To Be...

We used to be strangers once. Connected. Parallels, mirrors, juxtapositions at every step.

You—too much. Too bright, too eager, too kind. Living ever for others, even as it ate away at your own heart and soul.

Me—not enough. Not light enough, not warm enough, never ever anything enough. So lost to myself and the world I could barely stand my own company.

Until the day we found one another, then found ourselves again, ready at last to walk together as the invisible thread trails after our joined hands.

We're sunshine and rain—a rainbow painted across the sky.