Lost Chance

Armadillo Kid x Mr. Tux (One Sided. Past Relationship)

Skipper x Private

He couldn't help but watch as Skipper wrapped his arm around young Private's waist, pulling the smaller closer to him in a show of affection. The Texan's grip tightened painfully on his table as the two sat at the bar near the front of the restaurant.

It wasn't fair. Mr. Tux, or Private as he now preferred, should have been his. Had once been his but Kid had let the younger slip through his fingers.

He had never expected the younger to move on yet should have known it was coming. Not even Mr. Tux had been able to put up with his constant affairs, bold face lying and rough affections..

Private had moved on, leaving Kid behind with nothing but regrets and sorrows.

He had lost his chance and Kid knew it wasn't coming back.


Unlikely Couple

Savio x Burt

They where an unlikely couple: a cannibal snake with vengeful trendies and an elephant that always thwarted him. No one had even suspected they where together until the two where caught on a date in the Central Park.

No one dared to question how it worked or how the two even got together.

No one was sure they wanted to know.


Sick Day

Nigel x Rockgut x Red

When Red had woken up feeling like Hell with a 100 F fever all he had wanted to do was curl up under his covers and go back to sleep. He had fully intended to sleep away the day, but his plans had been crushed under heel as Nigel and Rockgut busted into his current Base.

Upon finding their Russian foe too sick to keep up with their daily routine, the two Penguins had decided to try nursing the younger back into health. Within an hour of their 'help', Red couldn't help but wish he had enough strength to reach the gun he kept hidden in his bedside dresser to shoot the two with.

His fever was now at a startling 105 F, he and his bed had been soaked to the bone when Rockgut and Nigel got into a fight over which of their soups he should eat and had spilled both on him.

After a quick shower, where he had to barricade the door to keep them from helping, Red had been buried under mountains of covers that the Russian honestly had no idea where they got from. He had a headache, his throat was raw, his body sore and the two where still trying to 'help'.

As he listened to their argue and try to one up each other, Red honestly couldn't help but feel he would be safer back in a High Security Prison, where they couldn't go.


Sketching

Rico x Kowalski

Drawling was a pensionable past time of Rico's that he had managed to pick up over the years to help curve his explosive side.

He loved to sketch whatever caught his eye. So maybe that was why most of his sketches seemed to be involved around the team's scientist.


Library

Though many wouldn't see him as that sort of Squirrel, Fred loved the visit the library around noon every day.

While there, he would make himself comfortable on the window still for the children and young teen's section to listen as the Liberian or a volunteer read to the children.

Sometimes Fred would close his eyes as he listened and image he was a young kit again, laying in his bed, as his Uncle Red read him to sleep. Sometimes Fred would swear he could smell the faint scent of stew cooling on the stove before Uncle could put it away and the faint scent of fresh grass with just a tint of vanilla that clung to his Uncle's fur like an extra coat.

In those moments, Fred felt the most comfortable. For in those brief moment, Fred was home with his happy family of two.

But once the story ended Fred was forced to face reality and return to his empty home. He would crawl into his bed and dream of the past he longed for, knowing that tomorrow he would return to the library and to the memories he refused to let go of.


Parenthood

Red x Fred

Red knew without a single doubt, he was the worst person to give a child.

It was irresponsible and irrational. He was Penguin Enemy Number One, the worst of the worst. He did not care for children, nor should he. As far as he was concerned, children shouldn't be allowed anywhere near him.

Even if that child was his nephew.

Yet here he was. Barely catching the infant that had been throw at him by it's mother. He clutched it awkwardly to his chest as the brown squirrel took the chance to run. For a moment, Red had just stared blankly at his nephew before giving chase to his mother in hopes of catching her and forcing her to take her child back.

Yet that plan was destroyed as the moment he stepped out of his base, Red watched the brown squirrel rush to cross the street in an escape attempt. She never say the car that hit and killed her instantly.

Red just stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do before glancing down at the child clinging to his chest fur with one of its clawed hands.

Wither he liked it or not, there was no one else to give the child to and Red couldn't in good conscious abandon it. Sighing softly, Red shifted his grip on the infant as to hold it better before heading back inside as the snow began to fall.