oohhh but think about- think about like, host with owl wings. like, gorgeous bab. and peeps want to know about it- like iplier wants to know how they work anatomically wise and stuff, and googs wants to know if they work and shit, and hhgnnnn i want

snarkyowl:

Host has the wings of a barn owl. They are elegant, soft. He’s always had his wings, but the other egos are fascinated. In their defense, none of them have such a gift. Host tries not to be smug, but there are days where he does love to flaunt the fact.
One person that is fascinated with his wings is Doctor Iplier. The kind doctor is always polite, always kind, and always terrified of taking up Host’s time. It’s endearing, the way he checks his watch constantly and the second he thinks he’s taken up enough time he leaves.

One day the Host grabs his hand, makes him stay and ask more because he knows the doctor never gets to ask enough. At first the doctor is unsure but moments later Host is letting out a flurry of answers as the doctor fires off questions practically every second.
To some it would be annoying, to Host it’s adorably fun. When the doctor is done questioning the Host lets him feel the wings, lets him see where and how they connect to the Host’s body. He can’t help but shiver as gentle fingers run over his back, gently feeling the sensitive spot where wing and back connect. The doctor’s silent admiration is amusing, and when all is said and done he leaves with a heavy blush on his cheeks.

The other ego most fascinated by his wings is Google. The android is bluntly curious, and while he asks as nicely as he can if Host wouldn’t mind running tests Host knows he wants to demand it. The android is curious and Host feeds that curiosity.
They bond during the tests, Google’s biting sarcasm amusing Host to no end. Host enjoys every moment spent with Google, especially when Google stops being so clinical and is much more crass and friendly.

His wings give him many things, the power of silent flight, a way to further intimidate others, but the two things he appreciates most that his wings give him are his closest friends.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.” ( I love me some Google x Host pls, I gotta request tons of it now :’D )

snarkyowl:

Google steps into the Host’s library, core whirring softly as his nervousness grows. It’s absurd to think about, really. Him? Nervous. Here he is, though, moving towards the back where he knows the reason he’s so nervous is.

“Host?”
“Google. The Host has been expecting you.” Host’s voice is warm, and Google relaxes at the gentle smile that is cast his way. “What brings you here?”
“I can’t stop thinking about you.” Google admits shyly, blushing blue as Host chuckles softly.
“The Host cannot stop think about you, either, love.” Host says softly, standing from his desk and moving to cup Google’s face in his warm hands. Google melts under his touch, putty in his hands. Host grins, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss on Google’s nose.

Google makes a chirping sound that Host knows is his more personal version of a laugh, the blue blush creeping down his neck. Google never acts like this with anyone but him, Host knows, and it warms his heart even more.
“The Host would very much like to spend tonight in Google’s arms.” Host whispers, hands dropping from Google’s face so his arms can wrap around his lover’s neck. Google’s arms wrap firmly around him, holding him close to the android. Host smiles into Google’s shoulder, relaxed even when Google moves to pick him up.

“Then in my arms you will stay.” Google promises, and Host has never loved him more.