Barf

Source: Mr A's Farm on Lezhin

K x Little A elements

Spoilers for chapter 11

How Little A got to bed with K or what I think happened while Little A was passed out

(I would've uploaded this fic on ao3 but I don't think there are any tags for Mr A's Farm yet :sob:)(obviously not very canon and very very headcanon-y but whatever)

I didn't check the spelling btw so uh if some shit dont line up ignore it and continue reading

A large container storing other small objects inside made contact mid-air with a once stationary entity and causing two loud thuds, accompanied with the scattering sound of the objects inside the container to be splayed out on straw. The chaos was enough to stir an exhausted K half-awake, almost immediately, his eyes were violated by the artificial lighting in the coop which was meant for chickens. Real chickens. Not whatever he was.

It was not the only thing annoying him however, a loud and obnoxious voice he had grown used to tuning out was scolding whoever was to the right of him. Glancing to the figure he took note of how the fur seemed to engulf all light and not allow any to trace its features, it was already obvious who it was so he turned his gaze to the only rather clean person around them. G was too busy berating Fluffy and kicking someone who was already on the ground to pay attention to him.

Leading his eyes down to G's feet he recognised who he was kicking belatedly, of course it was him because who else would it be passed out like this. Reaching out weakly he noticed 4 of his eggs being cradled by Little A which oddly warmed his chest. Pushing away the straw he saw the syringe and medicine he would've taken if his had not ran out along with other medical supplies.

Seeing a bit of red in Little A's hair he knew the assaulter was G and the first aid being the weapon of choice this time. Maybe in a different circumstance violence wouldn't be used, maybe words and communication would have been used, though that was preserved for the far future.

Noticing G had stopped kicking Little A a while ago he was now pacing back and forth with non-stop complaints. It was annoying but bearable.

"This kid, I swear... Getting me into all sorts of trouble! Get me fired from neglect while he's at it!"

"Whatever, you." G pointed to the person behind him— what was his name again? Oh well— "Grab a basket and put the eggs inside. Fluffy, take these two to somewhere else like the infirmary or something." Only a glance was spared to K before G stormed off, cursing under his breath and seemingly vomiting once he was out of view.

Promptly, Fluffy did as he was told and picked K up along with Little A. While K was roughly thrown on Fluffy's shoulder Little A was gracefully cradled in the dog-hybrid's arm. Too tired to get angry K silently accepted the position and just allowed himself to be carried this way.

Taking one last look at his eggs he could only feel worry boil up in him as the pink haired farmhand picked up his eggs and stored them in a basket. K couldn't even count all of them, last he could recall was that Little A said there were 7 then helped him birth more.

Maybe 'helped' and 'birth' were not the right words since the other basically ate his... Female genitalia out like a professional rather than helping him relax— to be frank Little A did help him relax just not in a traditional sense but he wouldn't ever admit that— like a farmer should have. It's not like Little A was the head farmer anyway he was just an assistant. So why did he feel as though Little A should take responsibility like one, probably his resemblance to his uncle.

"Room... My room Fluffy..." K tapped the midnight's dog on the shoulder with his fist to redirect it to the cabin where the other hybrids lived and slept. His orders caused a pause in the pup who seemed to contemplate whose orders it should be following.

After a bit of awkwardly waiting Fluffy made a different turn, heading for the employee dorms rather than the infirmary as requested of him by K since G's orders were not specific. Eventually, without him even realising, he began to fall asleep again. Exhaustion being his excuse again especially after being so well pleasured.

Fluffy, as quietly as it could, trudged down the narrow hallways and floorboards which seemed to complain about his size. Looking around he spotted K's room which had its lights turned on from the morning. It proved rather useful for how dark it had gotten since they three had entered the chicken coop earlier.

Entering the room, Fluffy set down the two he had been carrying all this time. Using extra effort to get Little A out of his arm due to his weight being on the heavy side thanks to the way his body was built but K was a different story since K was easily thrown down beside Little A. Walking out of the room, Fluffy took one last fleeting glance at Little A before leaving with the door closed.

K was quick to nuzzle into the sheets but he quickly smelled something quite pungent. Sitting up he sniffed his clothes and quickly located the scent, it was him. Suddenly very very awake he silently gagged at the stench as he grabbed one of the towels in his dresser and made his way to the door. Before he could make it far he could hear groaning coming from behind him and noticed an open wound on Little A.

Recalling how he had medical supplies in his room from Mr A who used to allow him to take from the infirmary he grabbed for them and made haste to clean the wound in case it got infected from dirt from the farm. Wiping away the blood and disinfecting the wound with alcohol got him a a few frowns from Little A but he made sure to be quick with it to not cause anymore unnecessary discomfort.

"There, it's all cleaned you brat."

Now he was just talking to himself, it was rather funny to see the person who was so gleefully between his legs passed out on his bed. Grabbing his towel again he made his way to the bathroom for a quick shower but on his way he couldn't help but hear some chatter in the kitchen.

"Did you hear? G blocked off the chicken coops for the day."

"Yeah! When I asked he said he was teaching someone a lesson then walked away."

"Oo it was probably K getting in trouble, haha!"

Hearing the chatter made K shiver with anger, quickening his pace he entered the bathroom directly and closed the door with a slam. Taking his irritation out on the poor door which did nothing wrong to him. Panting from rage he sighed and quickly took his clothes off for the fast shower he came for.

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Reaching his room with a towel wrapped around his hips he rummaged his dresser for a simple T-shirt to wear, eventually, he found something that was suitable for night wear and put it on. It was a plain white shirt which suited him well so he was not about to change it. Loosening the towel around his hips he reached for his underwear then a knock came at his door, ignoring it he was just about to slide his leg in the hole of his underwear then the knocking became more forceful.

Grumbling under his breath he opened the door in a rush with his underwear still hooked around his ankle and only his shirt on which just barely covered his crotch. In front of him was a familiar face, that pink haired guy he couldn't remember the name of again but with a basket of his eggs this time.

"Uhm, G didn't say what to do with these so here you are."

"Oh? He doesn't want to give it to his friends at the center?"

K's hand which was resting on the frame of his door tightened at the mention of G. Angry beyond belief at that damned scientist.

"I guess not... Either way, they are yours, you should have them. I must go to bed now, have a nice night K..."

The pink one between the two quickly shoved the basket in K's arms before bidding farewell but of course without glancing at the man sleeping in his bed of course. Noticing his gaze he quickly leaned to one side to cover up Little A but it was clear the other had gotten a look already.

"Just get out of here I'm tired."

With that he closed the door but softly this time as to not wake Little A from his annoyed door slams. Setting his eggs near one of the legs of his bed he rearranged them to be facing up-right. Annoyed that his chicks were lying in their sides... Wait, chicks? What a ridiculous thought, his eggs weren't fertile so no way were they able to hatch, but to think about round yellow balls of joy tweeting... It made him feel oddly maternal.

Gazing at the big beige chick on his bed who was peacefully sleeping on his back he felt a pang in his heart for some reason. Maybe it was because Little A was just a kid but seeing him in such a state made him want to protect him from G, from the virus that has infected everybody else. Something akin to brooding took over him instinctively.

To think that such a wholesome brat was over here taking care of all this hard labour really made him upset, crawling on top of the other he wrapped an arm around his neck and another below his arms. Mr A would have adored this idiot and likely pampered him when he was little too. Simply thinking about it made him squeeze tighter. Watching carefully and embedding every movement into his brain, he noticed how Little A nuzzled into his shoulder so he did the same, burying his face in the crook of his neck.