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Owen is out here trying to sabotage the humans where and when he can. And his number one victim is the Doctor.
That is until he gets a little eepy.
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Or: Owen visits Legs while he's a bat and falls asleep on his head.
That's it.
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27 Oct 2025
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The corners of Legundo’s lips curved upwards involuntarily despite the tense situation. He was glad Owen was behind him, so the slip up remained a mystery to the other man. “Are you jealous that I was turned by someone else?”
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27 Oct 2025
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The humans were rebuilding again, or maybe destroying something new, Owen didn’t know, didn’t care. What mattered was that he couldn’t find Legs anywhere. His favorite human. No, not his human. The doctor. He wasn’t supposed to think of him that way.
Still, he missed the steady sound of his voice, the rustle of papers, the scent of pine and herbs clinging to his clothes. He’d gotten used to it without realizing.
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What would happen if Owen, in his bat form, fell asleep on a certain doctor's head?
I have been inspired by lovely @gh0stlyscooter's art (on Tumblr) of Owen as a bat sleeping on Legs's head and wrote something something off of it.
Do check his other works as well, his style is just chef's kiss!Bookmarked by Spaced_Flowers
27 Oct 2025
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The scrape of gravel and too-dry dirt were muffled against the furious pounding in his head, cruelly mimicking that of the doctor's own heartbeat. One he'd came to recognise, now twisted and abnormal. Scared. Pulse rapidly accelerating, as though the doctor had only just realised the sheer incomprehensible vastness of the danger he'd willingly dropped himself into.
Owen couldn't lose the last part of Him.
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Legs offers Owen a cure. Owen doesn't react too well to such a proposal.
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27 Oct 2025
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There is a deep red crust underneath his nails. He has not bothered to wash it away. It is a reminder: he should not be so free with his trust. After all, humans do nothing but take and take and take, and he was a fool to have assumed anything different. To fall for comely words and empty hands–-it is stupidly, unpleasantly vulnerable. He has spent so long building up layers of ridged scar tissue wrapped around his unbeating heart. To have someone reach in, wrench them apart--his stomach flips even now.
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27 Oct 2025