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tw: eagle flies x reader, chubby reader, no 'she'/'he' only 'you', implied fem reader but can be male as well(mpreg), pregnant reader, himbo/bimbo, forced kinda marriage(sorry....), demihuman eagle flies and demi human reader, bunny demi reader x eagle demi eagle(on the nose, i know, let me have this), parts.
life was rough. whether you were some bastard on the run from the law, the law itself, or just some poor soul caught in the middle of it.
living out on the ranch was some sort of comfort. you weren't born into the life, no no no. you were brought just like the cattle your dear 'husband' cared for.
a baker's kid..a pretty like gem that was born out of the dirt. in a small town, with even smaller minded people. life in town was fine, calm as the summer breeze..until some new comer came knocking.
a man here for land and land alone. he had brought some land near the town, land that was supposed to be wild and free. but with his connections it was 'his'. he had basically made himself at home, regardless of the townfolks' clear disdain towards him. you should've done the same. sneered and spat, but instead you were curious.
so you went sniffing around, and the of course got yourself trapped like a poor idiot in a cage.
the newcomer had made it clear he was your 'husband' now. even put a pretty ring on your finger when he had 'paid' off your parents to shut up. as time went on he slowly allowed you more and more 'freedom'. no longer keeping you under lock and key and his watchful eye.
today the forest near the ranch was restless and alive the day your husband had to go into town for business..so with him gone it was up to you to keep an eye on one of the ranch.
you sighed and huffed, rolling your eyes as you moved to the sheep pen's gate with a pout and grumble in your walk. about to close it until one of the little lambs took the chance to bolt. smart little thing.
with a curse you quickly closed the gate and chased after it. damn thing was as fast as it was cute. when you finally managed to catch the poor thing, the lamb, by some twist of fate had lead you into the deep parts of the forest.
"oh for shits sake-" you cursed, while looking around. noting tree after tree after tree. your ears flicked when they heard a swoosh of air, managing to catch a demi.
an eagle demi. eyes trained on you, debating friend, foe, or food...just your luck..
((hiii. i know its been so longg since i posted. i was so burnt tf out and out of actual ideas and not just shit sloop. i probs won't have a schedule, i'll just appear here and there. but i am very much checking tumblr and very much not dead! atlas out!!))
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