• Requested By: DjArtistWolf223
• Ship: H2OVanoss
• Setting: Delirious finds an injured owl and takes it in. Soon after that he finds out that the owl is a handsome boy.
• Type: Fluff
• Top: Vanoss
• Bottom: Delirious
• PoV: Delirious
Delirious' PoV
I flip the pancake in the air with a smile. Breakfast for dinner is the best~ I giggle and flop the pancake onto my plate. I pour the rest of the batter into the skillet to prepare another pancake when I hear a loud noise followed by rustling of the bushes. I raise an eyebrow in confusion as I look out my window, staring into the back yard. I watch as my rose bush frantically shakes in the darkness.
What the fuck? That can't be the wind, right? Is it the wind? The weather man didn't call for wind like that... I take the skillet off the stove eye so my pancake won't burn and grab a flashlight from my utility drawer. I slowly make my way to the back door and open it, cautiously stepping outside. I walk to the bush, shining my flashlight on it.
I peer into the rose bush and see a wing sticking out, covered in thorns. I move some of the shrubbery away to see a majestic owl squirming around. I gasp in surprise, catching the owl's attention. It freezes and looks into my eyes, showing off there golden honey color.
I stare at the large bird in awe until something else catches my eye. Blood... "Oh shit!" I exclaim as I try to inspect the wound on its wing. I can't get a good look at it! I have to get the owl out of the bush so I can see what happened. I slowly reach down to pick it up, but it begins to ruffle it's feathers. "Woah, hold on there little buddy!" I say as I quickly jerk my hands away from the rose bush.
The owl calms down, looking me in the eyes again. I take in a deep breath and try to pick the owl up again. The owl ruffles it's feathers again, but I don't pull back this time. I carefully pick the injured owl up and carry it inside.
I put the toilet seat down and grab a towel. I put the towel on the seat and cautiously lay the owl down. I rummage through the bathroom drawers and grab all the medication and bandages that I can find. I lay it all out on the sink and redirect my attention to the owl. It lets out a gentle Hoo as I look at its injured wing. It looks like it scratched it's wing on a tree branch. Not to mention all of the thorns from my rose bush that got in there... "Poor thing." I think aloud, grabbing some rubbing alcohol.
This won't end good, but I need to clean the wound so it doesn't get infected. I hold the owl still as I pour a little bit if alcohol on its wing. It frantically flaps it's wings in an attempt to fly away, but I keep it on the toilet seat. The excitement dies down as the stinging goes away, leaving me one pissed owl to take care of.
I let go of the owl and go back over to the sink, grabbing some bandages and putting the alcohol in its place. I walk back over to the big bird and reach over to its wing to wrap it up. Just as I reach for it, the owl pecks my hand. I yelp and jump back, nursing my hand. "You tiny ass mother fucker..." I muttered. The owl ruffles it's feathers and resituates itself on the seat, giving it an arrogant, prideful look. I let out a huff and go back to bandaging the owl's wing.
When I finish I grab the owl and bring it to the kitchen so I can continue making my pancake. I throw out the first one I made since its ice cold and continue to make my last one. I giggle as I watch the owl's eyes follow the pancake as I flip it in the air.
When it's done I grab two plates, tearing the pancake in half so both me and the owl can have some. I put my half of the pancake on my plate and rip the other half in pieces and put them on its plate it's easier to eat. We sit there in a peaceful silence, eating our pancakes hungrily. When we're both finished I grab the plates and put them in the sink.
I grab the owl take it to my bedroom. I gently place it on the bed before I plop down next to it. I get comfortable and immediately fall asleep.
*Morning Time 😋*
I feel a pair of warm arms wrapped around my small figure. I smile and snuggle into it before realizing something. IS THERE SOMEONE IN MY BED WITH ME?!?! My eyes jolt open to see a handsome boy around my age smiling down at me. I squeal and fall out of bed, backing up to the wall.
"Who the fuck are you?!" I scream with wide, fearful eyes. He simply giggles and and hangs off my bed playfully. "My name is Evan, but you can call me your owl boy~" He chirps happily. I raise an eyebrow at him, making him laugh. "Have you really not pieced it together yet??? I'm the owl you helped last night." The boy explains. "What? That's impossible." I reply, confused.
"Nope, but what's really impossible is how amazing your cooking is~ You're pancakes are the best!" He announces as he crawls off the bed and crouches down to my level, inches away from my face. Evan look into my eyes, revealing that same golden honey color from last night. How is this even possible? The owl I was with last night is standing here talking to me... I think I'm going crazy.
"Now that you know my name, I think it's right if you tell me yours~" He states with a grin. "J-Jonathan." I stutter, dumbfounded. "Well Jonathan, thanks for helping me." He says before closing the space between us, gently moving his lips against mine. I unconsciously kiss back, finding it to be surprisingly enjoyable. What have I gotten myself into???
(There you go my boos 😘 I hope you enjoyed because I know I did. This theme really makes me want to write a new book similar to this but I don't know if I should. Should I add a new book to the collection or should I wait to finish another book? Tell me in the comments what you think lol 😋)
(P.S. I'm still accepting requests, so if you want to make one go ahead~ Maybe you'll inspire me to make another book like DjArtistWolf223 did 😜)
