Animal Crossing: Island Biogeography by gloss

Island Biogeography (C.J./Flick | G | 2,673 words): It's an important day for Flick. This is very sweet in a domestic sort of way. C.J. and Flick's relationship is great, and I love all the game touches through Flick's eyes.

Excerpt:
CJ appears almost immediately, huffing for breath, eyes shining. His bangs are puffed up like a blowfish. "Wait! I'm coming with you!"

"Don't," Flick tells him. CJ starts to protest, but stops and just tilts his head. Flick wraps his tail around his legs. "It's not personal. I just think I need to do this alone." He's thought about it, and can't imagine managing his nerves at the same time as enjoying CJ's chatty company. He just can't switch his focus like that, rapidly and constantly.

He expects CJ to argue with him. Instead, as he clambers up the ladder, CJ simply asks, "Got your portfolio? Bells? Extra net?"

"Yes, yes, and yes."

Maybe he was even hoping that CJ would argue -- serve as another distraction from his nervousness, perhaps. So when CJ just hugs him hard and wishes him the best, Flick doesn't quite know what to do with himself.

Animal Crossing: My heart is the shore by orphan_account

My heart is the shore (Blathers/Tom | G | 10,048 words): Blathers moves to Mayumi when Tom invites him in order to have a fresh start. This is a really gentle romance interspersed with bits of Blathers's island life.

Excerpt:
"Ah, there is the question of your lodging, yes?" Tom asks. "As you can see, currently everyone is living in tents as of now. You wouldn't mind the tent life for a little bit, hm? I promise it is all temporary! Now, if you would follow me…"

Tom leads Blathers out of the tent, and just a short walk away was a tent meant for him. It would have been a perfectly normal tent. In fact, it is one—sans the surrounding multitude of tanks and containers filled with a variety of fish, and—to Blathers's horror—bugs. The tanks and containers were stacked so high that Blathers feared the worst should one topple over. Worst case scenario is an insect goes loose and jumps into his face—oh good feathers is that a tarantula? Blathers may faint.

Beside him, Tom clears his throat. "As you can see," he says, "there are plenty of creatures ready for donation, yes."

The tarantula is staring at him. Staring at him with its eight ghastly beady eyes. Blathers gulps. "T-The residents of this island are very active, aren't they?"

"Oh, these were all caught by Marsie," Tom says. "She's our Resident Rep. I didn't have space for more than five fish and bugs, so I suppose she found her own way to store everything she caught."