“You’re imprinting,” Phil said, rubbing Tommy’s shoulder comfortingly, “Sometimes this happens when bird hybrids first get their wings in.”
“What does that even mean?” Tommy moaned, leaning further into Phil’s warmth.
Phil chuckled. “It basically means that you are going to be following me or another bird hybrid around all day, and you won’t stop peeping like that unless you have physical contact with that person.”
Or, the fic in which Tommy peeps like a baby chick, gets lots of cuddles, and has really fluffy wings
- Part 1 of Fluffy Peep-verse
“I cannot believe this,” Tubbo said, laughing, “You have a get-along sweater!”
“Tubbo,” Tommy moaned, “It’s not funny. I’m trapped. I have been imprisoned by my own kin.”
Or, Wilbur and Tommy can't stop bickering so they are trapped in an oversized sweater. Fluffy humor.
- Part 2 of Fluffy Peep-verse