bennyslegs:

ok so like. john working at the clinic but having a cabin in the woods where he goes sometimes to shoot things. it’s autumn and he’s looking for firewood and he finds an orphaned (roughly 2 year old) fawnlock curled up under some leaves, and of course takes him in, (after lots of ‘what is it? should i leave it?’) feeds him up because he’s a small thing, and gets a tiny bit attached

the day before he has to go back to london though, john can’t find fawnlock anywhere, so he just assumes the little thing has decided to make his own way in the forest now he’s put on a bit of weight. he’s a bit sad but that’s life. except as soon as john gets home and unpacks his bags, he finds fawnlock curled up amongst his socks and pants sleeping peacefully as if he hasn’t been in a BAG dragged across england for hours, and john, stressed from catching buses and trains, hadn’t even noticed the extra weight, except now noticing how much his shoulder fucking hurt

fawnlock stretches, yawns and peeps his head out of the bag, ears swivelling curiously, (the sounds of london!) whilst john considers ringing the clinic to tell them HE MIGHT NOT BE AT WORK TOMORROW (WHAT REASON COULD HE EVEN USE?) fawnlock then proceeds to wiggle out of said bag, getting john’s clothes everywhere, and starts touching as many things in john’s flat as he can reach, chirping with glee, his tail flicking and curling excitedly.

i don’t wanna imagine the tantrum john will have to face when trying to take him back to the forest though