#soulmate goose

[boxboxlewis]

Prompt: duck soulmate au 🦆

There's a rubber duck sitting neatly on the back of Daniel's drivers room sofa.

Daniel is getting used to the Alpha Tauri motorhome. It feels, like everything at AT, like a shitty proof-of-concept mockup of the real thing over at Red Bull: flimsier walls, smaller rooms, worse catering. But like—it's fine. He's not going to be there for too long, hopefully. Everyone's friendly, at least. Everyone's glad to have him back.

This duck, though. "Yuki," Daniel yells. He doesn't take his eyes off the duck.

Yuki sticks his head round the door. "Yes?"

"Did you put this duck here, mate?"

"Why would I put a fucking duck in your room. Daniel." Yuki doesn't sound impressed. He vanishes.

It's probably—journalists have been asking a lot, recently, about Daniel's lack of soulmate. He's thirty-four and not a hint of a goose. If you're going to get one, you usually get it by thirty, and Daniel had given some unwise quotes, earlier in his career. "I'm pretty sure I'm going to get goosed, right? I'm a very soulable guy," spoken straight into the Netflix cameras, is one in particular that journos like to throw back at him.

He'd thought, when he and Max got back together, that maybe—but. No goose, still.

The rubber duck feels like a mocking reference to the whole no-soulmate thing, and if Daniel's honest, he doesn't love it. He gets his phone out and texts Max. Some prick put a rubber duck in my drivers room.

He can see Max typing on and off for a few minutes before a reply comes through. Why do you assume it was a prick. Then, Maybe a very handsome boyfriend put it there.

Right, ok. Daniel looks at the duck again. Now that he knows it's from Max it looks friendlier. Almost cute. Why did you put a duck in my room, baby?

Max is typing, pausing, typing, pausing. At last he sends I'll tell you later.

Daniel finds a spot for the duck on a shelf, and kind of forgets about it.

Max wins, obviously. He wins the sprint and he wins the proper race on Sunday. Daniel is happy for him and also queasily resentful, love and envy curdling together in his throat. He pushes the envy aside pretty well, he thinks.

He's watching Max give a post-race interview, standing to one side behind him like some loyal political wife whose husband is explaining to the press that he's definitely not going to fuck a staffer again. It's fine. Max says that Red Bull have a very good car. He enjoys driving it. He says it like it's impossible for him to imagine not enjoying driving, and Daniel feels a tug of fondness somewhere in his chest. He can't resent Max, not really.

Then Max says, "Ask me about soulmates."

The journalist—it's someone from F1TV, Daniel thinks, but not someone he recognises—blinks at Max. "About... sorry, you want me to...?"

"Ask me," Max repeats, in his direct, throaty voice. Daniel loves him: that's all. "About soulmates."

"Right, yes," the journo says. "Er, Max, can you tell us your views on soulmates?"

"Well first of all I think they are very stupid," Max says immediately. "Who wants some smelly goose to follow them around? And also I think, they are bad because they can make people feel that their love doesn't matter, if they don't have a soul bond. But the love you build with someone because you both want to—I think, that is more romantic. To me."

The journalist smiles brightly at the camera. "Well, there we go! That's race champion Max Verstappen on soulmates! Now let's—"

But Max isn't finished. "For me, I would not even want a goose," Max says. "I would rather have some little rubber duck, that my lover had given to me. That would mean more, I think."

There are cameras all around them, but when Daniel steps forward and looks a question at Max, Max gives him a tiny nod, so: Daniel kisses him.

The rubber duck, assisted by Max's nephews, is the ringbearer at their wedding.

[starker-sorbet]

Peter waking up on morning to the honking of a soulmate goose of enforcement above him. A sound that while a good thing as the goose would lead him to his soulmate, made Peter undeniably tense. It did belong to a goose after all. But worries about dealing with a goose of enforcement's temperament all day soon faded when the goose to start dragging him towards the familiar sounds of Tony's repulsors landing on his apartment blocks roof.

@starkerfestivals Extended AUpril: Soulmate card below

[tomato-flavored-soap]

THE SOULMATE GOOSE OF ENFORCEMENT HAS CLAIMED M!IK

[Read a fic in w!ik where there were these soulmate goose that apparently live in the netherworld and human world, and they chased ppl to their soulmate. So ima do that but with my fav ships :D]

(Iruma x Asmodeus x Clara)

It was a normal day, well as normal as you could get when you were Iruma. Today was started off with his alarm clock, then his grandpa checking to wake him up. “Iruma-kun~ todays another day for school! My grandson is going back to school!” Sullivan cheered to Iruma, he had been at home for a few days because of a fever and his grandpa was oh-so excited for his dear grandson to go back to his studies. “Good morning grandpa…” iruma said, still feeling a bit groggy as he stepped out of bed. After eating the breakfast Opera made, iruma changed into his uniform and went outside, saying goodbye to Sullivan and Opera as he went.

As he walked the path to the gate he saw his two friends there waiting at the gate, Asmodeus and Clara. “Iruma-chi! Iruma-chi is back!” Clara exclaimed as she hugged Iruma “Iruma-sama, are you okay? What happened when you were sick? Do you still feel unwell—Stupid Clara! Don’t cling onto lord iruma like that or else he’ll get hurt!” Asmodeus and Clara bickered, as they worried for Iruma’s health. “Good morning Clara, good morning Azz-kun!”Iruma said to the others cheerfully.

After a little bit of chit-chat the three of them walked to school, and went to the school west wing. Singing the school anthem which Iruma still was a little freaked out by. The love trio went back to the royal one, the misfits classroom. “Azz-kun, Clara, I’m just going to the toilet for a second-“ “Let I, asmodeus alice, accompany you through the trip to the bathroom!” Told Asmodeus as he cut off Iruma, “Azz-azz is weird…” Clara mumbled “A-why am I weird?” The pink haired demon replied. “Cause you want to be with Iruma-chi in the bathroom!” Clara pouted.

That was the only thing Iruma heard from them before he sneaked off to the restroom, he entered into one of the stalls finding…a goose?! The goose honked as it ran straight to iruma, he screams as he dodges the gooses attacks (?) He surprisingly catches the goose and holds it tightly ‘I have to tell Balam about this…’ Iruma thought as he rushed out of the bathroom, goose in hand. Which was a pretty weird experience to see Iruma, the grandson of Sullivan and someone who has been in the middle of many major events, running around the halls with goose in hand. He went to Balam’s office and knocked the door hurriedly “Balam-sensei! I think you might need to see this.” Iruma said as the door opened. “Good morning! Why are you at my office Iruma?” Balam asked as he turned around to see the boy, “Oh.” He said as he saw the goose Iruma was holding, on closer inspection you could see the goose was wearing a sign saying “Soulmate goose” around its neck.

“So…” Iruma sipped the tea Balam made. “You’re saying this goose I found at the toilet is a mythical creature, that lives in both the human and netherworld, and they just chase people to their soulmate?” Balam nodded, “Maybe you should follow the goose to see who your soulmate is?” Balam said. “Well…let’s see…” Iruma said as he let go of the goose, the goose then proceeded to run THROUGH the door with Iruma and Balam tailing it from behind. After some cardio the goose and the other two reached the royal one’s doors, which the goose ABSOLUTELY BREAKS THROUGH even though the door is made out of solid gold. “Why…is the…goose…so…fast” Iruma huffed as his breathing got faster. The goose ran to Alice and Clara, which promptly made iruma have a mental breakdown realizing he’s soulmates with them.

(There will be another part to this, maybe on friday or next week. Thank you @ancientmacaromi for the beta reading :D)

[magiccath]

Between A Goose And A Hard Place

Pairing: 11th Doctor x River Song

Summary: In which the Doctor is faced with the soulmate goose of enforcement

A/N: I know this isn't what I usually write, but I wanted to make a silly little gift for @1-genie-in-a-bottle . Let me know if you like this kind of unhinged crack fic and/or want to see more Doctor x River stuff!

The Doctor generally wasn’t a fan of kissing. It’s not that he didn’t like it. No, that wasn’t the issue. At least, he didn’t think it was. More so, the issue lay in what happened when he kissed someone. Frankly, if he ever tried to explain it to someone else he was absolutely certain they would laugh. He had trouble believing it himself. 

First, it was Jack. The Doctor didn’t even really know how to react at first. Jack had simply grabbed his face and planted one on him. It was quick, most certainly not a lingering kiss. Before he could decide what to do with the kiss, Jack had pulled away with a yelp. When the Doctor tentatively opened his eyes, wondering what on Earth could have caused Jack to make a sound like that, he was speechless. A sleek, white goose was biting Jack’s arse. Literally. Jack had simply removed the goose from his bottom half, setting it down on the floor as if it were nothing more than a dirty sock. That was that, the two men didn’t discuss it any further. 

Shortly after, it was Rose. This time the Doctor had more control over this kiss. He’d done it to save her, it wasn’t much more than that. She had taken the entirety of the time vortex into her mind, and that would most certainly kill a human. He kissed her as a means of transferring it to his mind. He was a little too preoccupied with saving his companion to really stop and enjoy or suffer through the kiss. What he didn’t expect was the exact same goose, having magically appeared again, started honking at him with a newfound ferocity. 

“Will you please shut up!” He snapped, still holding onto Rose. By now she had practically collapsed into his arms, the energy drained from her body. He could have sworn that the goose glared at him. 

“Go on, shoo,” he encouraged, glaring right back. The goose sauntered away, the soft padding of its flippers taunting him. Briefly, he wondered where the goose came from. It was a little strange that the bird had suddenly appeared in the middle of a spaceship, but stranger things had happened to the Doctor. 

He’d made a mental note to look up what it meant when geese showed up and berated you for kissing people, but he got preoccupied. He had a new body to adapt to, with all new organs and facial features. How could he be expected to remember such trivial things as strange geese? 

Rose was the first to kiss his new face. Well, technically it was Lady Cassandra inhabiting Rose’s body. He should have known, Rose wasn’t bold enough to grasp him by his hair and forcibly kiss him. This one was longer and more passionate than the others. Still, the Doctor didn’t know how to react. He ended up just standing there like putty in her hands as he pressed her - Rose’s - lips against his, her hands gripping his hair roughly. Honestly, he sort of blacked out for the whole thing. By the time she had pulled away from him, the goose was there. It practically glared at Rose, its beak firmly attached to her shoe. He wasn’t sure if geese could growl, but this one certainly was. 

By the time they had returned to the TARDIS, he practically rushed to the library, frantically searching for some kind of explanation. He didn’t know why this was happening to him! Three times in a row was more than a coincidence, the events had to be linked. 

He pondered over his books for a few hours, looking for everything he had on geese. Exasperated, he used the Sonic Screwdriver to scour the internet. He came across an American article titled “The Soulmate Goose: Urban Legend or Rising Phenomenon?” He frowned, clicking on it, if only out of curiosity. 

A Soulmate Goose, otherwise known as the “Soulmate Goose of Enforcement'' is exactly what it sounds like. A goose who acts as a spiritual guide in your search for a soulmate, just in a chaotic manner. Regardless if you believe in soulmates or not, the Soulmate Goose of Enforcement serves as an entertaining tale at the very least, and a guiding beacon in the dating world at best. 

The Doctor wasn’t entirely sure if it was a joke. Americans were good at that, making up things so entirely silly that they almost seemed real. He didn’t want to believe it, the idea was so blatantly odd. However, the current evidence at hand seemed to support the idea. What other possible explanation could there be for a goose following him around and getting incessantly violent whenever he kissed someone?

For the next few weeks, he simply forgot about the goose. He had more pertinent things to do. That was, until none other than Madame De Pompadour kissed him. She grasped him and leaned forward, pressing her lips against his. He melted into her touch, his hands ghosting around her waist as she grasped tightly onto his suit. He wasn’t sure if he kissed her back, but he was fairly certain he had. Before he could really start to enjoy the kiss, a goose crawled out from under Madame De Pompadour’s skirts. She quickly backed away from him, looking down at the bird with wide, confused eyes. The goose simply squawked at her before turning its attention towards the Doctor, looking up at him with its beady little black eyes in clear disapproval. The Doctor stared back, his mind trying to catch up. Bashfully, he nodded his understanding.

After that, he did a good job of steering away from kissing. He became almost defensive about it, constantly worried that someone might grab him for a kiss. The last thing he wanted was for the goose to show up again. 

He figured he was safe around Jackie, she was Rose’s mum after all. How wrong he was. She quickly grabbed him, spinning him around towards her so she could press her lips against his. He instantly recoiled, but she didn’t seem to notice. She rotated between hugging him and kissing him. When she was done he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, clearly disgusted. Sure enough, the goose poked its head into the room, glaring at the Doctor. 

“I didn’t like it much either,” he whispered angrily at the bird. Honestly, what was it with all of these women kissing him?

Then he kissed Martha - which he only did to save her life. He told her as such, looked her in the eyes, and begged her to understand that it was for her own good. For the good of everyone in the hospital. It’s not like it meant anything. He grasped her face in his hands and kissed her quickly. Honestly, he didn’t even really think about it, not really. Afterward, he ran away quickly, having things he needed to do. The Doctor didn’t get very far before he ran into a goose. It was just sitting in the hallway, looking at him disappointingly. In all of his rush to come up with a solution for their predicament, he had completely forgotten about the goose. 

“I did it to save everyone in this hospital!” he argued. It felt ridiculous to argue with a bird. 

Either the goose didn’t understand him, or it didn’t care. It simply got up off the floor and walked over to the Doctor menacingly. Great, the Doctor thought, now I’ve got to run away from the Judoon AND a bird. Luckily for him, he was good at the running thing. 

When he was John Smith he didn’t figure that he’d be kissing anyone. He left it out of the list of instructions he had made for Martha. In the moment, avoiding pears seemed more important than avoiding the damn goose. 

Unfortunately for him, his human counterpart had to go and fancy someone. He leaned in to kiss her, moving slowly in case she wanted to back away. When she didn’t, he leaned down and pressed his mouth against hers. 

The door barged open and he pulled away to yell at Martha, he had told her to knock before inviting herself in. However, he was faced with the goose. He frowned at the bird, confused about how it got into the room, let alone open the door. Geese don’t have hands, let alone opposable thumbs, so how did it get in?

He didn’t have much time to ponder because the goose instantly threw itself at Joan, biting at her legs through her skirt. He frowned angrily at the strange creature, forcibly pulling it off of his love interest. The goose turned its efforts to biting him, sinking its surprisingly sharp beak into the tender flesh of his hand. He dropped the bird in shock, grasping the spot where it had bit him. 

“What-?” he gasped, still holding his wound. Martha rushed into the room, looking between him, Joan, and the bird in clear confusion. The Doctor didn’t even try to explain, he wasn’t even sure how to. 

Then, it was Astrid. She really was a sweet girl, he felt awful that he didn’t have time to warn her. This was getting out of hand - what was it with women grabbing him and kissing him against his will? He wasn’t a fan of it, and the goose most certainly wasn’t either. The kiss was brief, not leaving him much time to react. By the time she pulled away, the lapels of his suit still grasped in her hands, the goose had appeared. It was squawking again, flapping its wings angrily. 

“Where did that come from?” Astrid frowned, still not letting go of the Doctor. He sighed heavily and gently eased her away from him. With a sad frown, she backed down, exiting his personal space. The goose continued to yell at her, even as she left the Doctor with a shy wave goodbye. 

“You have got to stop doing that!” he scolded the bird. He was met with a sharp cry in response. He didn’t need to speak goose to understand that the creature was mad at him. 

“It’s not like I’m asking these women to kiss me!” he protested, begging the goose for a little bit of leeway. The bird tilted its head at him, clearly listening to him. Without another word - or squawk - it padded off down the hallway, leaving the Doctor alone. 

When Donna kissed him he absolutely was not expecting OR wanting it. He asked her for a shock, assuming that she would gladly take the opportunity to slap him or something. He’d done plenty of things to piss her off, surely she was itching to sock him. Instead, she grabbed him by the face and kissed him passionately. He wasn’t sure that she liked it much more than he did. Frankly, she should have just gone the slapping route, it would have been better for both of them. When she finally released him he stumbled backward into the kitchen island, letting out a sharp breath as the poison exited his body in smoky tendrils. 

He felt a sharp bite on one of his fingers and looked down at the counter to find the goose, his pointer finger lodged between its beak. The Doctor glared at the bird and wiggled his finger free from its grasp. 

“Bad bird!” he tried scolding, holding his hand against his chest defensively. “I’m well aware that she’s not my soulmate! There’s no need to get violent.” 

He managed to escape the kissing for a while after that. He got a little too comfortable, he almost forgot all about the kissing and the goose. His life was wonderful. 

And then Christina kissed him. She didn’t even give him any warning. Like the various women before her, she had simply grabbed him and dragged his lips toward hers. The bus erupted in applause as she kissed him, vocalizing their approval. She pulled away, smirking at him. She quickly recoiled though when she felt a sharp sting in her calf. She looked down at her leg, only to find a vicious goose firmly attached to her calf. The Doctor followed her gaze and sighed, seemingly dejected. 

“I’m not interested in this one either,” he groaned at the goose. Begrudgingly, it released Christina from its grasp. She quickly stumbled back, rubbing her leg in the spot where it had been biting her. 

That was the last time he was kissed with that face. He hoped with his new regeneration that he might escape the kissing for a while. Maybe it was the tight suits. Surely that was the problem. Yes, it had to be the suits. And the hair. He made sure to get rid of both. 

Even with this new face, this new attitude, even with the new suit, he couldn’t avoid the kissing. He figured he was safe with Amy, she was getting married! She couldn’t be interested in him. Oh, how wrong he had been. 

She leaned close to him, closer than he was generally comfortable with. She continued to lean further into him, desperately trying to close the gap between them. Once he realized what was happening, he quickly shot up out of his seat, stumbling away from her. 

“You’re getting married!” he argued as she continued to try and kiss him. “I’m 906! This can never work!” 

She pouted, crowding him up against the TARDIS. “I wasn’t suggesting anything quite so… long-term,” she said seductively, grabbing him by the back of the neck and kissing him urgently. Her hands wandered across his chest, sliding his suspenders off his shoulders. He stiffened, his hands planted firmly on her shoulders as he pushed her off of him. He wiggled out of her grasp, trying to move away from her again. She tried to move for him again and he darted away from her. Where was the goose when you needed it?!

As if sending his thoughts, a goose appeared in the middle of Amy’s room. She stared at it in blatant confusion before backing hesitantly away. The goose didn’t seem deterred in the slightest and simply advanced in her direction, growling softly. 

“Do they do that? Are they meant to do that?” 

“No, not generally,” the Doctor sighed in exasperation, picking the goose up and practically throwing it away from her. It moved for Amy again and he placed his leg in front of it, blocking its path. 

“Amy, no kissing,” he scolded, pointing at her. He then turned his attention to the goose, “No biting. No attacking. No disturbing of any kind.”

The goose huffed, at least, that’s what the Doctor assumed it was trying to do. He glared down at it, almost threatening it to try again. Finally, the goose relented. 

Amy didn’t try to kiss him again, which he was thankful for. In fact, no one tried to kiss him again. That was, until River. 

He liked River, he really did. She was smart, snarky, and not afraid to flirt with him. As he returned her to her cell they talked and laughed happily. 

He said something or made some kind of comment. He wasn’t even trying to be funny or clever, it just came out that way. 

“Shut up,” River smirked, grabbing his neck softly and pulling him into her. He could have pulled away if he really wanted to. River wasn’t like the other women, she wasn’t forcibly aggressive about it. Dominant and self-assured, yes. But not aggressive, never aggressive. He let her do it, mostly because he wanted her to. 

She pressed her lips against his and he instantly melted into the kiss. This time was different, this time he wanted it, he liked it. Awkwardly, his hand hovered over her shoulder, not quite touching her. She kept one hand on the back of his neck, the other pulling him in by his waist. Oh, he liked that. His hand pressed down on her shoulder. Not like he had with Amy, he wasn’t pushing her away. Rather, he was holding her, urging her to go on. 

Then, panic started to seep in. The goose was going to show up at any point. It was going to start biting River and that was absolutely the last thing that he wanted to happen. At the same time, he really didn’t want this kiss to end. His arms flailed about helplessly and awkwardly. If River noticed she didn’t do anything to indicate as such. He continued his uncomfortable flapping, his mind torn between pulling away and pushing closer. 

The kiss ended and he looked down at her with wide, panicked eyes. She wasn’t crying out in pain and there wasn’t an ear-splitting honking filling the air. She looked at him almost sadly, as if realizing his mind wasn’t entirely on her. 

He didn’t know it, but she was realizing that this was the last time she was ever going to kiss him. A first for him, a last for her. That was the way it worked. 

The Doctor looked around her cell anxiously, searching for the goose. Where was it? Was it going to bite him now? His eyes finally landed on the familiar goose, sitting patiently in the corner.

“Doctor?” River whispered, her eyes searching his face. 

He didn’t respond, his wide eyes glued on the goose. Only, it wasn’t moving. It wasn’t attacking. He looked back at River, his eyes darting between hers. Could it be? 

“Can you do that again?” he whispered. She smirked, finding his request nothing if not adorable. She was more than happy to oblige, leaning forward to press her lips against his again. 

It was softer this time, more gentle. The Doctor actively kissed her back this time, his hands coming to rest on the dip of her waist. She smiled at that, pressing her chest against his. 

He pulled away from the kiss, his hands still holding her waist. He smiled down at her, feeling a warmth in his hearts that he hadn’t for centuries. She smiled back up at him, her hand resting gently between his rapidly beating hearts. 

Hesitantly he looked back over to the corner where the goose had been only moments before, finding the room empty. He let out a gentle breath, relieved that the aviary torture was finally over. Maybe now he could relax. Maybe, just maybe, there would be more of this enjoyable kissing in the future. For once, the Doctor could confidently say that he liked kissing. Yes, yes he most certainly did. 

He just hoped that the damned goose didn’t show up again. 

[envysparkler]

okay, you know the soulmate goose trope?  that, but with batfam.

please give me an angry, cantankerous goose honking loudly and screeching at Bruce when he stumbles upon one of his children.  the flutter of wings that sends a chill down the batkids’ spines when they meet a new sibling.  the furious screech if they’re mean to each other.  the angriest crankiest family bonding in the world.

Damian: I love animals but I’m willing to make an exception for this one Tim: finally something we can agree on

[coffy-cat27]

Seonghwa and Hongjoong were classmates and said to be academic rivals (no they're not, they just don't interact much), was given a project over the summer break; to take care of a goose.

Yes, the soulmate goose of enforcement.

[midnightwinterhawk]

Completed my eighth square for @ficreadingchallenge: multichapter fic

This author is an unhinged genius in the best possible way. Who comes up a soulmate goose and totally makes it work? 🪿

It’s a Horrible Morning in Gotham by @bittercape

7.5k | Mature | SladeJay

The goose, when it materializes, is not something that can be ignored. It’s a hurricane of feathers and smacking wings and a surprising amount of claws, hell bent on murder. Any goose is too much for most people, and an enraged soulmate goose is certainly far too much for Jason’s would-be abductor, who is lucky to escape with the distinctive scarring that a goose to the face will give you, as well as several broken bones from falling backwards down the stairs.

Catherine does not wake up. Jason, who has always slept like the dead (and as such been an absolute delight of a baby), sleeps on, oblivious.

The goose preens at the top of the stairs, self-satisfied, before it disappears.

[beautifulduckweed]

Honkcharov: A Goncharov Soulmate Goose AU

Are you obsessed with Goncharov? Are you desperately in need of 3000 words of pining and reasonably filthy porn with an undercurrent of humiliation kink? DO I HAVE THE FIC FOR YOU.

Presenting: Honkcharov, or, The Soft Animal of Your Body. It has everything!

The belfry scene

Andrey/Goncharov (I am a basic bitch and have basic bitch needs, which obviously includes Goncharov deepthroating Andrey)

A horrible goose appearing out of nowhere and derailing the bit where Andrey tries to shoot Goncharov for the first time

And then proceeds to noncon Goncharov into ✨ giving Andrey a blowjob ✨

Honkcharov, or, The Soft Animal of Your Body

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Andrey/Goncharov, Background Andrey/Katya, Background Goncharov/Katya Characters: Andrey "The Banker" Daddano, Goncharov (Goncharov (1973)) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - The Soulmate Goose of Enforcement, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, First Time, Blow Jobs, Deepthroating, Face-Fucking, little a humiliation kink as a treat, Dubious Consent, the goose made them do it, nonconned by a goose, the goose ain’t worth the squeeze if the goose don’t look like this (like this like this like this), it’s a beautiful night in the belfry and you are a horrible goose, Canon-Typical Misogyny, Canon-Typical Homophobia, Goose-typical violence, no beta we die like ice pick joe Summary:

What if, instead of Andrey trying to shoot Goncharov during the belfry scene, a soulmate goose appears?

“Your belt,” croaks Goncharov, his voice rough from all the screaming and crying.

“What the fuck about my belt—argh, motherfucker—” The goose has Andrey’s hand in its beak and Andrey pulls free with way more effort that it should have taken. The streaks of blood look black in the moonlight. Geese are bad-tempered and strong, but this one…this one is fucked-up powerful, and Goncharov feels a genuine thrill of fear deep in his belly.

Goncharov clears his throat. “I think this thing wants your belt.”

[theoldandnewfirm]

I'm nominating soulmate goose for the best soulmate AU concept of all time

[ironmandeficiency]

to the anon that asked me earlier, i do have some ideas for the soulmate goose au 😈😌✨

my sam wilson piece “falcon, falcon, goose!” is a personal favorite of mine

[cookiemom6067]

[thisiswhereikeepdcthings]

In case someone out there has never encountered a goose, and is wondering if they really are that terrible, well…

…Yes. Yes they are.

[tarzandavis]

— jane austen

[pollyna]

Mav thinks Goose's other soulmate must be really something - and all positive things - considering the way Goose is always so happy and eager to talk to him over the phone and do a lot of miles to see him even if only during the weekend.

So when a guy, not taller than Goose but definitely bulkier, approces them at the O-Club, only says "Hey dickhead" before literally picking Goose up and putting him on the counter to kiss him for the next five minutes or so, Mav doesn't know if to like the guy or to punch him then and there.

[xlillyle]

Duck, Duck,...Dazai?!

🪿 a SKK fanfic

🪿 1.7k

🪿 fluff & crack...a lot of crack

🪿 and a goose. yes. Dazai is the goose. Good luck, Chuuya. Also me because this apparently is my SKK writer debut, woop woop!

Oh, and happy Valentine's Day.

The fic is locked for ao3 users, but I have retrospring and tumblr for anon comments!