'Fawn!Reader' this, 'Doe!Reader' that,
Everyone HUSH. Magpie!Reader [AKA Magpie!Reader x Badger!Jack Abbot]
[CW~ does get smutty, age gap, sub!reader, use of 'kiddo' once or twice, overstimulation, dumbification, cumming inside, unsafe sex, author fell asleep near the end and could not decide on a perspective]
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♡Magpie!Reader who transfers to the Pitt with a blank no-shit-taken face and a certain jingle jangle to their walk. Just pushing the limits of what HR can and cannot say about what they wear, layered necklaces tangled under their scrubs and studded piercings lining their ears.
☆Magpie!Reader with deep black and peeks of blue wings tucked into their shirt as the hybrid code requires, yet unable to hide away the feathered tail that brushes the floor. They end up growing a bit jumpy whenever they hear something or someone approaching, having had his feathers ran over or stepped on one too many times. Possibly even a few feathers missing.
♡Magpie!Reader who always has some sort of dried fruit or seed packet with them, glancing out of one of their pants pocket. With barely any time in the ER to even take a breather, they usually just shove a handful in their mouth inbetween patients. They've also gotten to learn little details about their coworkers- Mel likes almonds, but can't stand any added flavouring. Dennis says to keep it on the low but pumpkin and sunflower seeds remind him of back home. Trinity isn't much for nuts [heh] but appreciates dried cranberries. Langdon thinks any fruit dried is strange.
☆Magpie!Reader who ends up repeating short tunes he heard on the radio, or a certain pronunciation from a patient under his breath. They don't realize they're doing it until Robby asks him why he keeps muttering 'qualms' in different ways while drafting patient logs.
♡Magpie!Reader who steals little things from the hospital that are more or less than a bit unsanitary. A dime that caught the light the other day, a pen from Dana's cup, a scalpel discarded because it was dropped on the floor before it could be used. It all sits on a small shelf, collecting dusk amongst various other trinkets that may or may not be in need of more space.
☆Magpie!Reader who secretly always grieves a patient lost, no matter if it could be helped or not. There's a flower bush besides the wide doors of the Pitt, nabbing a flower everyday on their way in. A single petal is laid upon the patient, maybe in their hand or in a pocket or on their chest if they can get away with it. If, by the end of shifts hours, they still have some petals left, they try to count it as a good day. Not too many people lost, with the few-petalled flower, but it ends up only really reminding them of the lives they failed to save.
♡Magpie!Reader who, come mating season, is much more performative. To be fair, most hybrids of the ER end up a bit of a mess, but when he finds himself taking extra night shifts and feathers fluffing up at the simple, gruff praise of 'good job' from the attending? You'd have to be a fool to think no one notices.
☆Speaking of, Badger!Abbot who pretends not to notice. He's been an attending for quite some time now, and even before, he's known damn sure he's a fine catch. People flirt, hybrids get a bit looser during mating season, it happens. But this seeming to happen every year? Tsk. Really making him reconsider if the brushy magpie is seeking this as a one-time-thing, or something to settle down for. Do magpies mate for life?
♡Badger!Abbot who becomes stiffer when the bird hybrid approaches him, arms flexing over his already-taut shirt and eyeing him carefully. Magpie!Reader sees this as just the night attending being mildly defensive from his contant flirting, but gets mixed signals when the rigid man shuffles closer, acting as though he were just trying to get a better look at the patient board he was asking for help on.
☆Magpie!Reader who presents the night attending with something shiny every week or so without fail. Sometimes a bit straightforward and odd, considering their... 'professional' relationship. A pretty marble rock he said matched Jack's fur mattern, a pen the older man was sure used to be his. Other times Jack had to look a bit harder to notice, but he always did. A holographic sticker pressed to the side of his coffee order, a star-shaped paperclip that was too polished to just be hospital ordered.
♡Badger!Abbot who finds himself acting a tad too alike Robby with Whitaker; allowing himself to be touchier with his praise, careful, precise hands brushing against the magpie's waist to rush out of the way to an incoming trauma. Playfully brushing the other man's hair after he accidentally lands a joke he didn't even mean to let slide. Catching Magpie!Reader as he passes by, letting out a 'great job, kiddo,' and patting his back before quickly moving on.
☆Magpie!Reader who freezes at the feeling of the nightshift attending's hand firm against his tucked-in wings, just barely choking down a whine while his feathers fluff up, trying to process in the middle of a bloodied hallway.
♡Badger!Abbot who's talking to the younger doctor while transferring notes or something or the other, before pausing mid-sentence and muttering 'hold on.' Magpie!Reader stopping the clicking of their keys and moving to turn around in their seat before freezing once more, this time at the feeling of careful yet firm brushes against the black and blue feathers peeking out the top of his scrubs. As always, their skin prickles and feathers fluff, air tight and unmoving in their lungs until Jack pulls away, offering a half-assed 'sorry' and show of some blood on a towel that had caught on their prized wings.
☆Badger!Abbot who totally catches on to just how sensitive the younger man's poor wings are. And you think he's not gonna exploit that? Yeah, right.
♡Magpie!Reader who fumbles and flushes like a madman once it finally clicks that he's in Jack's bed. His nightshift attending's bed. His boss's bed. Kissing him, no less. The older man is shirtless, maintained muscles obvious alongside the soft expanse of stomach. Not to mention the brush of hair on his chest that trails down thicker into his pants. Which, by the way, have gotten tighter and holy shit your courting has actually gotten you somewhere.
☆Badger!Abbot who only smirks and teases at the other doctor's wandering eyes and useless lips, the magpie spilling excuses as if to get out of the situation but cutting himself off anytime Jack tries to drag his mouth away. He's always chased back into a desperate gasp of kisses, the pair only sinking further into the cool sheets of the bed.
♡Magpie!Reader who soon finds himself whining, pouty and almost convincingly sad eyes as Jack manhandles him oh-so-well. One hand keeping down the bird's wrists, the other gently fisting through the softer underfeathers of the man's wings. Jack practically coos at the way the man beneath him chokes and twitches, half-heartedly squirming at the new and highly-sensitive feeling.
☆Badger!Abbot who purrs and mumbles out praises and reassurances from inbetween the younger man's legs, licking slow, sloppy stripes up the magpie's throbbing length and kissing the tip. 'There we go, baby, that's it.' 'Doin' so well for me, pretty boy, such a perfect cock.' 'That good, sweetheart? Makin' a mess all over me?'
♡Badger!Abbot who absolutely loves oral. Reader has to tug roughly at his silver curls, now oversensitive and sobbing for him to please, just fuck him. Tip leaking and twitching with every breath, yet still hips rolling up and pleading for more from the older man.
☆Badger!Abbot who takes his sweet time getting the other boy sensitive and whiny and sloppy, grinning and cooing at how stupid Reader's gotten on just his mouth, what a sweet, precious boy he is for letting Abbot have more of him.
♡Badger!Abbot who hushes the bird hybrids half-hearted worries with a firm hands on his wings, assuring Reader he doesn't need to think right now, assuring he's gonna take care of his sweet boy. Assuring, as a thick finger pushes into the magpie's tight, clenching hole, that he doing just perfect. One finger turns to two, then three before Abbot decides the boy beneath him is ready, ass up and pillow tucked under Reader's stomach, hiccuping from how many times his poor dick has tipped over with cum that must be stained to the sheets by the time they're done.
☆Magpie!Reader who can barely even sob anymore, just breathy whines and gasps as he fists at the wrinkled sheets and buries his face in the pillows. He doesn't register when his mouth streams out a slurred 't-thank'y, thank y'sir,' as Abbots dick burns at his insides, yet also lays the most wonderful, warm pressure deep in his guts.
♡Badger!Abbot who doesn't take long to get comfortable inside the other doctor, groaning and adopting a rough pace after the first couple of tentative movements- slowly dragging his cock out, leaving just the tip in the tight, needy ring, before thrusting back into the warmth. Veins press against the gummy skin, loving the sight of the bird under him twitching and sobbing, yet still sucking him in like they needed it to survive.
☆Magpie!Reader who manages to choke out a desperate 'mgh- i-inside, inside- please, inside-' once asked where the older man should cum. It only takes a few more unstable bounces before Jack hilts his cock deep inside the poor, overstimulated boy. Thick, creamy warm ropes of cum squirt out and fill the whining magpie to the brim, shallowly thrusting his seed deeper into the gooey hole. Drips of white manage to escape, spilling out and trailing down Reader's thigh and joining the puddle of his own release.
♡Badger!Abbot who makes sure you get aftercare, and rightfully so. The younger doctor is asleep almost as soon as Jack pulls out, breath hiccuping but managing to even out. Reader's not moving an inch, not if he can help it, letting the bird hybrid rest and murmuring praises against his skin as he slowly cleans both of them up with a warm rag he's retrieved from the bathroom.
☆Badger!Abbot who climbs back into bed like he's preparing for a hundred year's rest, pulling the other man close and tucking him into his warm body. Jack finally rests when their legs are entangled, his hand sifting through the bird hybrids hair, and feeling his slowed breathing against his chest.
