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waffleswithdragons · 2 months ago

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A Mother’s Blessing

A family reunion leads Hiccup to realize just how important you are to have in his life forever.

Pairing : Hiccup x Reader

Warnings: None

There was a similarity between the two; that was for sure.

Hiccup had always theorized that he took after his mother; even if he couldn’t remember her features. The comparisons between father and son were slim if existent; so much so that Hiccup often joked his father was given the wrong babe. Now finally, his theory of his appearance coming from his mother was finally presented with evidence.

It was more than appearance though; anyone who knew Hiccup well enough would understand that. They both shared the same mannerisms.

His mother-Valka, talked wildly with her hands as you watched her show off the sanctuary she had been calling home for 20 years; the same way Hiccup did when he was trying to explain his thoughts. They both shuffled from one foot to another; as if it hurt to stand still; their minds already miles away.

The eyes were the most similar. Not particularly the color or the shape; though there was obviously a connection. It was something you had only seen in Hiccup before, what had drawn you to them. A sense of kindness and compassion; a wonder of the world and all it had to offer.

So yes, it definitely appeared that the son took after the mother; and now the two were reunited at last.

Your eyes drifted to the man beside you for a few moments. His shaggy hair a bit windswept and his gaze struck on his mother as she fawned over Toothless; the Night Fury happy to be dotted on.

“He’s beautiful.” Valka remarked as she rubbed the dragon’s snout. Her smile met her eyes as she looked up at her son; elated that he shared her love of the flying beasts. Her gaze then wandered past the boy to you; noting how your own gaze was on her son; a look she remembered well from her own youth.

With a final pat to Toothless’ head, Valka rose from where she had been kneeling, a grip on her staff as she took a few steps closer to you, offering a kind smile.

“You’re quite beautiful too, lass.” Her words caused you to blush, mummering a quiet ‘Thank you’ as you glanced over to Hiccup, a soft smile on his face as well.

Valka smiled lightly at the interaction between the two young vikings in front of her. She raised the hand not grasped around her staff, slowly reaching out towards you. Once you gave her a soft nod, she gently placed her hand on the side of your face; taking in your features.

“I can see why he likes you.” She whispered, a note meant for you two as she gently nodded towards her son.

Your grin widened at the comment as you giggled out, “Don’t let him know, but I’m pretty fond of him too.”

“Are you two talking about me?” Hiccup called out, his eyes soft as he leaned against Toothless.

You pulled from Valka to look towards the viking boy, a mischievous glint in your eyes, “Just catching your mom up on how you got yourself tangled in Bucket’s fishing net last week.”

“Oh, you’re a real comedian, you know that!” Hiccup rolled his eyes, though the grin on his face gave him away.

As you turned to face the boy, Valka’s eyes drifted down towards the charm hanging around your neck. Her eyes widened softly as she looked at it with remembrance; the metal faces of viking and a dragon looking up at her from where they rested against your tunic. The gift that Stoick had presented her with all those years ago, before they joined as wife and husband now hung around your neck; a promise that now bound you and Hiccup.

You watched her carefully as she gently held the betrothal necklace in her hands, running her fingers softly against the carving, a look of peace and thought on her face. A moment later, she gently returned the pendant to where it hung against your chest, a soft smile on her face.

“Come,” She took a step back, looking between you and her son as she turned towards the sanctuary, “I have so much to show you both.”

A few hours later you laid out on the grassy cliffs of the sanctuary. The sun had set and most of the dragons had laid down for the night, the soft sounds of their breathing and water ripples filing the nest.

Hiccup laid beside you, one arm around your waist and holding your body to his. From inside the caves you both could hear the laughter from Valka, Stoick and Gobber as the reminisced on their youths and caught up.

The hand Hiccup had snaked around your waist had found its way to the necklace against your chest, as it so often did. He ran his thumb against the carving, tracing the pattern with his fingertips as you both looked out across the land.

“Your mom is really great.” You hummed out, your voice low since you were so close to the man next to you.

Hiccup nodded, adjusting his head slightly to press a quick kiss against the crown of your hairline, “Yeah, she-she’s,” He paused for a moment, “She’s everything I expected and more.”

A loud laugh that belonged to none other than the Chief of Berk rang out from the caves before you spoke out, “Your dad seems really happy too. He must have missed her so much.”

Twenty years sure was a long time to be separated from the love of your life. Hiccup cast his eyes down to you, he could barely go an hour without seeing you let alone a few days or twenty years.

“Hey,” You turned your body so that you were now facing Hiccup after a moment of silence, your nose a few inches from his own, “What are you thinking about in there?” You punctuated your question by reaching up to Hiccup’s forehead and pushing his hair back.

Hiccup reached up, gently grabbing your wrist and bringing your hand down to his mouth to press a soft kiss to the back of it.

“Marry me.”

Your eyes crinkled in confusion though a smile sat on your face, “What?”

“When we get back to Berk.” Hiccup explained, moving the hand he had been holding to rest against his cheek, “Let’s get married. We’re already betrothed and we’ve been together for years. Sure, we may need a few weeks to get everything planned; but my dad will officiate and Astrid can do your hair. We’ll need rings, and to get you a dress of course and we can stay with my parents until our house is finished and-“

“You’re serious.” You cut him off, sitting on the grass now as he moved up to join you, his eyes on yours.

“Of course.” His hands found your own in your lap, “Seeing my mom and my dad today; they love each other so much, even after all these years. I want to wake up every day with you and go to sleep next to you every night to do it all again. I wanna grow old with you and have a life together. I love you-“

A few tears pricked in your eyes as you squeezed his hands, “I love you too.”

Hiccup smiled; one of those bright smiles that reached his eyes and made his whole face light up, “Then marry me. Please.”

A wide grin broke on your face as you threw yourself onto him. Hiccup’s back hitting the grass as you pressed your chest to his and held him in a deep kiss. Your hands flew to the sides of his face, one pushing back to entangle in his hair as his hands quickly found a place on your waist, squeezing your sides gently as you kissed each other passionately.

“So,” Hiccup breathed out as your foreheads leaned against each other, “Does-does that mean you say yes?”

You rolled your eyes, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of his nose as you smiled down at him, “Of course it means yes.”

Hiccup lifted up slightly to steal a kiss from you, his head returning to the ground as he smiled up at you, “We’re getting married.”

“Yeah, we’re getting married.”

#httyd #how to train your dragon #httyd x reader #hiccup haddock #hiccup x reader

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lordprettyflackotara · 10 months ago

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decode || ticci toby

SMUT MINORS DNI 18+ tw: face fucking, bear death?, reader is extremely oblivious/naive

You couldn’t stop thinking about him.

It had been ten days. Ten long agonizing days since you had seen him.

You had been wondering in the forest. Aimlessly of course, searching for some connection with nature you could never quite obtain. Civilization was a couple of miles away, sticks crunching beneath your boots. You had heard what sounded like footsteps behind you. Normally you weren’t a paranoid person, but the consistent sound made you constantly glance over your shoulder. This distraction led you to what seemed to be the end, a grizzly bear rising on two legs to glare down at you. Unknowingly you had stumbled upon it feasting, blood covering its snout and a deer carcass behind it. The corpse was long forgotten, its beady eyes centered on you.

All safety measures you had been taught went out of the window. Every bit of flight or fight completely vacant in your mind as you stared up in fear. The bear could practically smell the terror dripping off of you. You began to walk backwards, doubting your ability to outrun a bear. It was then you tripped, an overgrown tree root causing you to land on your ass. You gasped as the bear towered over you, a low growl sending shivers down your spine. You were sure that was the end, your heart pounding in your chest. That was before an axe went flying into the bears neck, the blood splattering across your face.

Your savior, an odd lanky man with goggles and face mask ran over to the bear, yanking the thrown axe out of its neck. You were surprised at how fast the animal fell over, its breath ragged and shallow. You blinked, the brunette man turning to you, his skin a grayish white you couldn’t quite make sense of. From the color of his skin you’d assume he was deathly ill, yet he seemed more in shape than you. His appearance was frightening and unsettling. He should’ve scared you, especially after just slaughtering a full grown grizzly bear. Yet his presence put you at ease. He stepped over the fallen animal, standing over you. He extended his hand, his palms covered in soiled bandages. Hesitantly you accepted it, allowing him to pull you to your feet. You tried to see his eyes, the reflective bright orange goggles staring down at you. He was far taller than you, your head forced to tilt upwards to look at him. “Thank you,” You say softly. The forest seemed to fall silent, the only sound audible the bear slowly bleeding out.

“Go home.”

His voice was jagged and rough, causing your eyebrows to raise. You wiped yourself off, the pine needles that had attached themselves to your jeans falling to the forest floor. “Can I at least know your name?” You asked. The brunette seemed hesitant, before slinging his axe over his shoulder.

“Toby.”

After that he glanced over his shoulder, as if he heard something you couldn’t. “Go home kid,” He huffed, jumping over the bears corpse and running in the opposite direction. You listened to his request, turning around and heading straight back the way you came.

Ten days. It had been ten days since Toby had saved you, your mysterious savior haunting your dreams. You had dreams of him saving you repeatedly. Those dreams were short lived, followed by nightmares that caused you to wake up screaming. In some he would attack you with the axe, in others he would feed you to the bear. You feared and craved him all at the same time. This lead to you making irrational decisions. You called out of work regularly, spending all of your time in the forest. You felt like you were going insane. After you had washed the blood off of your face, you had no evidence he ever truly existed. Were you going crazy? You couldn’t be. Your determination to prove your sanity led to you back in the forest once more.

You were searching for him. Searching for evidence he ever existed. Originally you had searched for the bears corpse, only to find it gone. You swore you could’ve recalled the exact spot, even finding the exact overgrown root of the tree that caused you to trip. Yet there was no corpse. No sign of anything at all. You found yourself in the same spot again, searching the pine needles that covered the forest floor. There had to be something. A bear that size surely couldn’t evaporate into thin air over ten days. You’d still be able to find its skeleton or dried blood. The circle of life was fast, but not fast enough to make a creature that large disappear. You kneeled down to the ground, pushing a pile of the pine needles aside. You frowned in disappointment when you found nothing but dirt. It was then a chill ran down your spine, the eerie feeling of being watched causing your body to tense. Hesitantly you stood up, looking around.

“Hello?”

Your voice seemed to echo through out the endless trees, the wind causing leafs to fall from the highest branches. It was only then Toby revealed himself, dressed in the same dirt covered attire he wore when you last saw him. “W-why do you keep c-coming back here?” Toby questioned. His tone was harsh, causing you to flinch. You felt overjoyed at the sight of him, his presence alone proving to you he was real. But his tone was chilling, his words dripping with a deeper meaning then you realized. “I keep having dreams about you. I don’t understand it, but you’ve left a mark on me somehow,” You admitted. Your words hardly meant sense to you, yet they seemed to register for Toby. He rounded the tree he was standing behind, approaching you. “Y-you should’ve just forgotten a-about me,” He said coldly. You were stunned, noting he now had two axes, both tucked onto holsters. “How could I? It’s not everyday a guy slaughters a bear for you,” You argued. Toby seemed frustrated, his shoulders tensing.

“I’m not your everyday j-jo. I c-can’t wine and d-dine you. I’m not like every o-o-other pussy you’ve ever let fuck you,” He spat. You glared at him. Your dreams meant something, you knew they did. They had to. “My dreams mean something don’t they? That’s why you’re trying to scare me off!” You said accusingly. Toby approached you, towering over you. His pace was aggressive, causing you to step backwards against a large tree. You felt the bark scrape at your jacket, swallowing at Toby caged you against the wood. “You d-don’t know what y-you’re getting into k-kid,” Toby snarled. You shook your head. “You won’t hurt me. I know you won’t. I don’t care. There’s something drawing me to you. I can’t ignore it,” You confessed. You bit your lower lip, causing Toby to tilt his head to the side. You could tell he was thinking, his mind racing as he stared down at you.

“How s-strange. I can’t tell if your i-i-infatuation is caused by boss n-not,” He mused. He lifted his hand, gently brushing the side of your face. His hands were dirty, yet his finger tips grazed your skin as if you were made of glass. You could feel heat rushing to your cheeks, Toby suddenly leaning away. “I-I’ll come back for you,” He decided. He turned away, causing you to follow behind him. You grabbed his arm, Toby stopping dead in his tracks. “Where will we meet? Here?” You asked. Toby looked over his shoulder at you. You wished you could see his facial expression, his words seemingly cold and calculated. “No. Never c-come back h-h-here. I’ll find you,” He ordered. He shrugged your grip off of him, beginning to stalk away. “Oh and while you’re at it kid, i-it’s in your best interest to f-find a way to repay me,” Toby said flatly, before disappearing once again.

Your simple conversation played on repeat in your head. Looping round and round. Who was his boss? How could his ‘boss’ cause the dreams? The nightmares? The infatuation? You stared up blankly at the ceiling at night, your inability to sleep resulting in your job threatening to fire you from calling out so much. Everything seemed to be crumbling around you and you didn’t understand why. It was a night like the rest of them, your eyes blankly staring up at the ceiling. You had managed to count every spec, your eyes becoming crossed. You had stared for so long you swore you were beginning to see shapes and patterns. Maybe you were hallucinating. Maybe you were going insane. Could surviving a grizzly bear attack drive you mad? Or maybe you didn’t survive at all. Maybe you were dead and this was some weird purgatory. Maybe Toby didn’t exist at all and your mind made him up to avoid processing the extreme trauma. Maybe-

Your thoughts were disrupted by a knock on your window, the sound causing you to jump. Scrambling to throw off the covers you jumped out of bed, rubbing your eyes before yanking your curtains open. Toby gave you a simple wave, his axe slung over his shoulder. You opened the window, watching him climb inside. “I have a front door you know,” You said. You watched him shut the window, yanking the curtains shut. “D-draws too m-much attention. B-besides, this won’t take long,” Toby said. He dropped his axe down on the floor, shoving his goggles on top of his head. His chocolate eyes met yours, staring down at you. “I need you t-to know you don’t want this, I-I need you to be afraid of me,” He growled. You didn’t understand, slowly taking a step backwards. “Why?” You asked, your voice barely above a whisper. Toby followed you slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. “I-i’m not the good guy. All of these b-b-bullshit fantasies you’ve cooked up-p are wrong,” He spat. You felt your face turn red, your eyes widening. How did he know-

“I’m n-not your savior. In e-every other scenario, i’m the bear,” He growled. There was something about his voice, his eyes, the way he stood over you. You hated how attracted to him you were in this moment. “I don’t believe you. You won’t hurt me,” You whispered. In a swift motion his fingers were wrapped around your throat, your back colliding with the nearest wall. The air was knocked out of your lungs, your hands flying to his wrist. He glared down at you, his eyebrows furrowed.

Toby didn’t have it in himself to kill you. He was in deep enough shit with The Operator already, just by saving you. Proxies were designed to be ghost. They operated entirely by invisibility. They were never there. They never left any trances of their presence or work. Toby had a small solo mission, one that didn’t require Masky or Hoodie monitoring him. His mistake was traveling through the forest on foot, just trying to make it back to the mansion as swiftly as possible. He had noticed you way before the grizzly bear. You were quite pretty. Plump lips, soft eyes, gorgeous skin. Toby couldn’t help but allow himself a rare pleasure just for a brief moment. He couldn’t recall the last time he had been around a girl that wasn’t a designated target. In all fairness, Toby hadn’t seen the grizzly either. He was too focused on you and your beauty, his survival skills temporarily subsided. When you ran into the bear he didn’t have time to think, only to act. He felt an odd urge to protect you. Whether or not The Operator would forgive him for acting on this urge was a different story.

Toby was permitted to see you one final time, to finish the job. Masky and Hoodie had removed the bear corpse and any signs of Toby’s presence. Proxies weren’t allowed to leave evidence or witnesses. The Operator would’ve been mildly satisfied with allowing you to believe you were going insane. The supernatural being stayed lurking in your thoughts, sprinkling fear through out your persistent dreams. He turned them into night terrors. Toby felt guilty, knowing that your sanity would eventually turn into mush. He monitored you closely, watching you return to the forest. He feared The Operator’s influence was only encouraging you to continue your investigation. Toby knew he had to put a stop to it. For your future would become far more tarnished if you continued to anger The Operator. So he took it upon himself to attempt to fix the situation. What he hadn’t accounted for was your faith. You had raw uncensored faith in him. Toby couldn’t quite understand why. He needed to scare you away. Your interest in him needed to fade away from your memory.

Yet it didn’t, your eyes widened as you stared up at him in awe. Your lips were parted, your heart pounding as he squeezed your neck. He shoved his knee in between your legs, a small gasp escaping your lips. He blinked, confused at the erotic sound. “I-is this how you w-wanted to repay me?” Toby asked. The idea made his head spin. The idea that something as pure and innocent as you would want him. Your face was turning a darker shade of red, your tongue tied. He loosened his grip on your throat, watching as you gulped large amounts of oxygen. “P-please,” You sputtered, gulping. Toby’s pupils blew with lust, his hand falling from your throat. All of this time he wanted to scare you, yet you were willing to let him fuck you? “You’re not scared of me?” Toby asked hesitantly, You nodded, refusing to break eye contact. “Good k-keep that in mind,” He ordered. He shoved his face mask aside, quickly pressing his lips against yours. He ignored the burning embarrassment that radiated off of him as he kissed you. His eyes were screwed shut, while yours were wide open.

He knew you were staring at the gash that sat on his cheek. The sight alone was scarring, nevertheless unforgettable. You could see his teeth, the skin around the wound healed and scared over. You wanted to ask questions, but his eager hands grabbing your forearms distracted you. The man before you looked deathly ill and had somehow survived losing a major part of his face. His kisses were hot and heavy, desperate to regain your focus on him and only him. Not his imperfections he kept hidden from the outside world. He couldn’t remember the last time he had kissed anyone, the mint from your tongue dancing across his tastebuds. As he inhaled through his nose deeply he recognized how good you smelled. When’s the last time he had ever smelled anything besides dirt and blood? Toby pulled away, his cheeks a light tint of pink as he stared down at you. You looked so cute and flustered. The man before you was enchanting, a supernatural creature you knew you couldn’t understand. All of that mystery only made you want him more. You sank to your knees slowly, keeping eye contact with the man before you.

Toby wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself. Doing this, allowing this with you was wrong.

It didn’t matter how much Toby wanted this to happen. It was wrong. The Operator would skin him alive if he knew the devious acts he was committing. He was supposed to be killing you, not watch you unzip his pants with those stupid big eyes of yours. But Toby couldn’t help but feel selfish. He had never felt so possessive before, so desperate to keep something all to himself. But with you, he absolutely did. He did everything for everyone else. For The Operator. For Masky and Hoodie. He hardly ever did anything for himself. As a proxy you’re meant to be a vessel, a working part in a moving machine. You’re apart of a unit, not an individual with wants or desires. Yet without thinking twice he broke away from that mold, by saving you from the bear. The brunette decided that he deserved one thing and that one thing was you.

You shoved his boxers and pants to the floor, his hard cock presenting itself in front of you. The sight of salivating, your lips wrapping around his tip. Toby’s hand found its way to your hair, tangling itself in your roots. “F-fuck just like that,” He groaned, subtly pulling you towards him. You whimpered as you began to bob your head up and down his shaft, the man in front of you borderline shaking. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this good. Meanwhile you were a mess, your thighs attempting to rub together to create some friction while you sucked his cock. You felt your nipples harden under your shirt, your eyes struggling to stay open. His large hand on the back of your head guided you to go faster, his tip scraping the back of your throat. “My f-fucking fuck!” Toby groaned. You were so perfect. So pretty and usable. And better yet? You were all his. His hips began to snap faster into your mouth, his cock now face fucking you. You gagged on his shaft, his girth far larger than you had anticipated for.

You gripped at his thighs, saliva trailing down the sides of your mouth as he abused your throat. “Such a good fleshlight,” Toby moaned. You felt tears begin to flood your waterline, your jaw forced to go slack. Toby’s thrust were relentless, the brunette obsessed with chasing his high. “A-awe you look so adorable drooling on my c-cock,” Toby cooed mockingly, relishing in the sight of the fresh tears dripping down your cheeks. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, his fingers yanking at the roots of your hair. You moaned around his shaft, the vibrations enough to send him over the edge. He thrust inside of your throat one final time, his seed spilling down your throat. Satisfied, he watched as you struggled to swallow his load. You gagged as he pulled out of your mouth, watching you gulp down oxygen as you wiped the saliva from the sides of your mouth. Toby knelt down in front of you, cupping your cheek with his large hand. He wiped away one of your tears with his thumb, leaning in to kiss you. Just as his lips were about to graze yours, the overwhelming sound of static flooded his head.

He cursed as he leaned away, his hands gripping his head. “What is it? What’s wrong?” You asked. Toby shook his head. “Boss is calling, gotta go,” He said dryly. He began to redress himself, rising to his feet. You awkwardly joined him, wetness dampening your panties between your thighs. “What about me?” You asked softly. Toby hadn’t considered your needs, his eyes widening as he turned back to look at you. Your face was flushed, your hair a mess. Your lips were red and plump from his abuse, your thighs rubbing together as you stood in front of him. Toby unsurely tucked some stray hairs behind your ear, pulling his mask over his nose. “Dont wait up for me, but i’ll be back,” He said. He knew he was playing a dangerous game, tangoing with the devil that was beckoning him. He felt a brief moment of sympathy, noting the sadness in your eyes. He shoved his goggles over his eyes, throwing himself into the night. You watched him go, leaving you to decode everything that just happened.

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woso-dreamzzz · 9 months ago

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Frida Maanum x Emma Lennartsson x Child!Reader

Summary: You're hurt and scared

Your head throbs as you wake up, the pitter-patter of rain falling on your skin.

The rain is cold but your tears are hot, scorching your skin as they roll down your cheeks.

The butterfly you were chasing is missing, flown away to hide from the spring storm that you now find yourself trapped in.

You don't know how long it has been raining but you're soaked to the bone and shivering.

Two Jordans whine at you, both blurry around the edges as you sit up.

There is a sharp rock where your head was, blood being washed away as the rain gets heavier.

The Jordans whine at you again and you reach out for one of them but your hand passes right through.

"Jordi?" You ask as the second Jordan nudges you with his snout," I'm tired. Where's...Where's Mama and Mummy?"

Your eyes slip closed for a moment. It's easy to nod off even though you're very cold and your head feels icky.

Jordan barks and you jolt awake again, head throbbing.

Hot blood runs from your forehead down your face as your gaze goes blurry again, Jordan just a weird dog shaped blur.

You want Mama and Mummy. You don't know where they are.

The rain turns to snow quickly and the temperature plummets, your clothes freezing on your body.

Your breath comes out in a puff in front of you.

Jordan barks again, lightly nudging you under a little ledge. It does little to stop the cold but it keeps you out of the snow that clings and melts in your hair.

Jordan is warm against you and you shiver, little hands burying themselves into his fur.

"Mama an' Mummy," You say through cracked lips," Jordi...Where Mama an' Mummy?"

You don't remember much, not really.

You were playing in the forest with Frida earlier and she let you run ahead with Jordan a little bit, as long as you stayed in sight at all times.

There was a fork in the path. Usually, you swing right but Jordan got distracted by a butterfly and went left.

You followed after him, distracted by the butterfly too.

You'd tripped on something. You're not sure what it was, maybe an upturned root or tree branch. You'd tripped though and went tumbling down into the ditch.

You must have hit your head on that rock because your head is all sticky with blood.

"J-Jordi," You say, shivering," 'm cold. Mummy an' Mama be here soon?"

Jordan doesn't answer you, patting his front paws on the ground as you lean more heavily into him.

"'m tired too," You say," Havin' a little nap."

Your fingertips are freezing. You can barely move them as they go from their usual colour to a little purple. Your lips are the same colour but you can't see them.

"Jus' a little nap. A little one, Jordi."

Your eyes slip closed again as you lean your head against Jordan's body.

He whines a little, shifting around before he's curled fully around you.

Jordan's nice and warm like your blankets at home, when you're wedged between Mama and Mummy in front of the fire with a little mug of hot chocolate that Mummy makes special for you with whipped cream, chocolate shavings and marshmallows.

You don't know how long you nap for or even if you nap at all.

It's like one long blink as Jordan shifts away from you, barking and snarling.

You've never heard Jordan snarl before so you try to wrench your eyes open. It's hard going though, frozen shut by all your tears, but eventually, you get them open.

There's another dog shaped blur in front of Jordan, lying down on the ground nonplussed.

There's a human shape too and you puff out a big breath.

"Mama?"

"No, sweetie," The blob says," I'm not your Mama. But I'm here to take you to her. Can you come a bit closer?"

You try to get closer but you don't have much strength to get to your feet, all shaky and weak.

Jordan whines when you fall over and snaps as the strange woman comes closer.

"Easy," She says to your dog," I'm here to help her. That's a nasty cut you've got there. Can you tell me how it happened?"

"I...I hurted myself when I fell. Big ouchie."

"Yeah, it is. I've got a little bandage here, can I put it on you?"

"Bandage? Like-Like a plaster?"

"Like a big plaster."

You lean forward and the woman gently presses the gauze over your bleeding head.

"And what about your eyesight? Can you see me properly?"

"Like-Like a blob," You answer," Saw two Jordi's earlier but now only one."

"Okay, sweetheart, thanks for telling me." She reaches for her radio. "I've got her here. Skipper tracked her and her dog down. I've got a serious head wound and a likely grade three concussion. Complaints of blurry vision. Likely loss of consciousness. Difficulties with balance and speech. I've got early symptoms of hypothermia but it seemed her dog helped stave the worst of that off."

You reach out for Jordan again, who presses into your body.

"Got it, boss. Bringing her in now."

The woman reaches for you and you go willingly.

She'll take you to Mama and Mummy.

Jordan pads after you, still wary.

Emma sits at the entrance of the forest next to the ambulance. Frida sobs at her side, both of them wrapped in a blanket as they wait.

They know the paramedic has found you now, her and her dog Skipper have tracked you and Jordan down but it doesn't quell Emma's worry for you.

Not until the high-vis jacket pokes out from the forest and the search and rescue team swarm.

A blanket is wrapped around you tightly and the gauze is gently pulled away from your face to see the extent of the injury.

"Squish?" Frida calls, trying to fight through the crowd," Is she okay? Will she be alright?"

You're loaded into the ambulance, awake and talking as Emma and Frida crowd around you.

"Mama. Mummy," You say," Found me."

"Yeah," Emma says, blinking away tears," Of course we found you, squish."

You shiver. "Stayed put like you told me if I got lost. Stayed with Jordi."

Emma glances down at her feet. Jordan's covered in snow, streaks of blood drying on his fur.

"Jordi, good boy."

"The best boy."

Frida takes Emma's place talking to you, cupping your cheek as Emma reaches down for Jordan.

"You're such a good boy, Jordi," She tells him," For looking after her. The best big brother in the world."

"He almost attacked Skipper for trying to get to her," The search and rescue paramedic that found you says," He was very worried on the walk back. You've got a good one there. Both of them. She didn't run off. She stayed exactly where she fell."

"Thank you, for finding her."

"It's my job. We've got a hospital nearby that will take care of you all. They'll take her for a scan, sew up her head and put her on concussion watch. She'll be fine."

Emma can't help but repeat it again. "Thank you."

"Go," The woman says," Be with your kid."

You won't remember much of this experience. You'll never really remember the fall or the crack of your skull against the rock. You'll never really remember the nearly three hours you spent missing, huddled under the ledge with Jordan, who was desperately trying to keep you awake as your breathing got shallower and shallower and your got colder and colder.

You'll never remember the trip to the hospital but you will remember the paramedic that found you and her dog Skipper.

You will always remember her high-vis jacket and her body against yours as she carried you out of the forest back to your mothers.

You will always carry that memory with you, even when you're out in your own high-vis jacket with your own tracking dog and your own emergency medicine kit.

#woso x reader #emma lennartsson x reader #emma lennartsson #frida maanum x reader #frida maanum #woso community #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso

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dannydoesthisthing27 · 2 months ago

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David taking a rare work from home day to spend some time in his wolf form alone

Him curling up on his and Angels' bed snout, pressed into their pillow tail wagging slightly as he does

His instincts in overdrive today for some uncertain reason, his mates absence feeling deeper than usual as he paces around the house aimlessly. His mates blanket he'd taken from the couch draped precariously over his back while he does

David staring at the back door for almost ten minutes debating whether or not he could get the slide open in his wolf form (he ended up shifting to human form to open it much to his own chagrin)

His mind relaxing as he curls up under his mom and dad's orange tree (he dug up one of the sapplings from his dad's house and kept it alive until he was able to properly plant it)

Angel getting home from work a few hours later, surprised by the scent of fresh outdoor air permiating their house

Them noticing that the pillows and blankets on the bed are out of place as they go through their unwinding routine after work, staying quiet so they don't disturb the fragile peace that seems to be filling up their space

Angel noticing a handwritten note beside the bed after they change. A simple message to inform them that David was overstimulated after some irritating work calls and that he was going to shift to try and help himself calm down

Them going to the kitchen next to grab a drink and after work snack since their Davey isn't cooking tonight. Freezing when they catch sight of him outside a fond smile playing across the lines of their face

David having accidentally fallen asleep, curled up in the sun, orange blossoms scattered around and on top of him, their blanket tucked under his snout

Angel taking their time to go out to him, collecting a few items to take out with them so they can relax and read while he rests, fully intending to let him continue sleeping for as long as possible

Them wandering across the yard and sinking to the ground beside him, not speaking yet in hope that he won't notice them

David who woke up the second he heard the front door open. Him knowing that his Angel would find their way to him eventually, and deciding that the moment was too good to get up

His tail starting to thump against the grass as they sit down, his ears fully pointed in their direction despite his eyes still being closed

Angel fighting the grin that was threatening to spread across their face as they open their book and start reading, pretending with middling success to ignore the giant laying next to them

David moving closer to them inch by inch until his snout is pressed into their thigh and his tail is swishing subtly like he's trying to force it into being still

Angel noticing and stifling a laugh by hiding behind their book

David making a low, deep, rumbling sound at the lack of attention his mate is giving him and snagging their hand with his teeth gently. The same way they do to him when they're cuddling and he has an arm around them

Angel jumping surprised by the sudden pressure around their wrist before they start moving around so they can attempt to haul him partially onto their lap and give him proper cuddles

David aiding them by lifting his head and scooting closer, disturbing the petals that had fallen on him in his sleep, leaving a vaguely wolf shaped outline where he'd previously been

Angel gently tracing patterns on the fur of his head, their shoulders relaxing completely now that they're both together

Them asking him softly if he's ok, because it's been a while since they saw him stay shifted for this long

David responding with a huff and licking the side of their face once before laying his head back in their lap, rolling over so he can wrap partially around them and feel their whole body pressing into his

Angel groaning dramatically as they exaggerate wiping drool off their cheek and ruffle the top of his head playfully before tucking their face against his neck savoring the warmth of his fur

David making a noise akin to laughter when they mumble into his neck that they love this side of him

Him tucking his head against them and sniffing aggressively at the top of their head seeking more of their laughter

Angel trying to roll away only to get pinned by their no longer wolfen husband smiling down at them

David pressing a soft kiss to their forehead and thanking them for letting him show every part of himself unfiltered and for doing the same with him in return

#sighhhhhhhhh davey i love you #hes so stupid #and such a sap #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted fandom #redacted david #redacted angel #david shaw

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slightly-knot-insane · 9 months ago

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The Bringer of Rain

Monstertober 2024 - day 2 [ Local folklore ] by @ozzgin

[ m!zmaj* x fem!reader ]

*The closest translation for 'zmaj' would be 'dragon', and they are generally similar in many ways. However, Slavic zmaj has no connections to fire or gold like Western ones. Zmaj is connected to storms and rain, and they are quite fond of people. More info about them after the story.

You've been with him for days. Or was it weeks? You aren't really sure anymore. Days have melted into short moments of sleep, drowsy periods of wakefulness, and intense hours of sex and orgasms.

You are tired. Your body aches for rest and relaxation, but you can't get enough of him. You expect him every moment to come to your room, sneaking in through windows, underneath door gaps, through cracks in walls. He always takes human shape, and appears in front of you naked and hard.

"I had to see you," he says this every time he lays his radiating eyes on you. His arms are already all over you. He seems so desperate, so parched, as if he hasn't seen your for months. "I must have you again."

And he does - oh-so-hard. His stamina is incredible. He can pound your every hole for hours, holding his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. He's not supposed to be spending this much time with you. He is supposed to gather clouds and bring fertalizing rain to the fields and farms. But all his been doing was fertilizing your eggs.

He lifts your leg on his shoulder and kisses your knee before starting to roll his hips. Zmaj's cock is large and thick, heavily ribbed. His breaths are shallow, even and collected, while you are panting, almost gasping for air, inches away from another climax.

"Shh, be quiet, my dove." His voice is calm, but there is a hint of panic.

Loud banging on the door interrupts you. "We know he's here, that zmaj-whore!" Your uncle's voice is on verge of screaming. "Untangle yourself from him so that we can talk some senses to him."

"Shit!" Zmaj grabs you and presses you against his chest, sheltering you from something. A strange feeling washes over you and you're plummeted into darkness.

When you open your eyes, you are outside, somewhere far away from your home, but you can't see a lot since it's dark and the sky is sprinkled with stars. And all around you lays a massive presence.

"My love," zmaj whispers, and embraces you with his claws. "I hope I didn't scare you."

"Not at all. I'm so happy to see your true form." An impressive adult zmaj is glowing with a dim silver light, encircling you like a tight ouroboros.

"It was the only way to escape a nasty fight. And I needed my wings."

You shake your head. "I know. You are magnificent."

He chuckles. "I'm happy you think so. But I should return you to—"

You abruptly stand up and hold his snout. "Return me? Before saying a proper goodbye? I could never forgive you."

Zmaj blinks in confusion. "Oh. I'm sorry. Of course I would never just—"

How is this magical creature so incredible, yet so dumb. "I want you to fuck me with a proper zmaj cock, you dumb-dumb."

"Oooooooh." His long exhale was like a warm breeze and your hair billows. With a wink of his snake-like eye, he rolls over on his side. A long and pulsating silver cock is already hard for you, too heavy to stand upwards. "Come here, my sweet sparrow."

Your zmaj boyfriend is more than patient. His cooing and kisses helped you relax, and his thick tongue stretched your pussy out, and kept you moist. His saliva was warm and slick. Slowly, easily, with your permission, he slides his dick in. It is so big that it immediately inflates your stomach, and a faint glow lights your skin. He puts his hand around your waist to support you, and he lets you take his length in your own pace. He only growls and praises your bravery for wanting to try out his true form.

All you can do is moan and pant, barely coherent, as his ribbed phallus rubs against your walls. Your cunt has never been this full and this moist. "Fuck... yes... please... more..."

"You like this? You like my true form?" He shifts behind you and there is a feral change in his voice. You just whine and confirm in some pathetic way, before he takes charge and pushes his cock as far as it can go and growls, no longer verbal.

The sensation of his monstrous cock thrusting in and out, his loud breathing and smell of his sweat drive you crazy. You orgasm several times and so intensely that you eventually lose awareness and simply drown in pleasure.

When you open your eyes next time, waking up from a refreshing dream, the sun is rising. You are on your home's roof. But it wasn't the pink sky or uncomfortable ground that woke you up, but heavy drops of rain. You smile and pat your stomach swollen and heavy from zmaj's seed.

Zmaj monsters could, of course, be male or female, and they enjoyed taking human lovers. Sometimes, they would have sex with a new lover so much and often they would forget to bring rain. The angry villagers, whose crops were dying from drought, would then look for a human that looked the most ill and thin (since that would indicate they were exhausted from so much good zmaj sex). Then, the villagers would bang with pots around the lover's house to scare the zmaj back to work. Unfortunately for the poor zmaj's lover, zmaj would leave and they would never find another partner as good as zmaj was. Sometimes zmaj monsters and people would have children and they were called zmajevit. They were super strong and considered heroes (from Serbian mythology).

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dark-and-kawaii · 11 months ago

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You can ignore this if it’s not up to code for your blog but what about some Halsin in bear form smut. We all know he can’t always control it and he should be love no matter the shape

Summary: Halsin eats you like his personal honey pot.

Pairing: Halsin x F!Tav/Reader

Content: NSFW - Bear Halsin - Bear Halsin Eats You Out - Normal Halsin Makes An Appearance

Notes: So we are doing this huh? We are breaking this wall and writing for bear Halsin… Let’s do it anon. If I can write about ascended Raphael I can do this! Let’s go!

You let out a surprised gasp and dropped to the floor, your legs giving out from under you as Halsin buries his snout in your pussy. His long rough tongue sliding over your entrance, his bear snout wet against your sensitive clit, his hot breath fanning over your skin.

Halsin had always tried to control himself, always tried to withhold his desires, to keep his bear shape hidden away fearing how you would react… Which you won’t lie, it did frighten you due to just how large his bear shape was- and what if he lost control? But now, the way he's feasting on you, like you’re his personal honeycomb, you don’t mind. You know he will never harm you, how soft he was being, how careful his teeth were as they dragged along your skin. He was gentle and caring, and so far from being frightening like this.

Your hand finds the top of his fuzzy head, fingers carding through his fur, “Please, don't stop, Halsin-“ Your words were cut off by another gasp, your hips grinding into his face as his tongue entered you. You had no doubt that Halsin could taste how excited you were. His tongue was rough and long, filling you and moving within you, dragging across your walls. Wriggling and twisting within you, hitting spots that made you cry out and your legs shake. Silvanus, it was like you were a honey pot and he was lapping up all the nectar you had to offer.

You were a squirming, shaking mess as Halsin ate you out. He was merciless, his tongue working you and his claws digging into your thighs, holding you in place as you bucked against him.

Halsin let out a growl as your fingers found the tip of his ears, gently tugging on them, “H-Halsin- I-I-“ Your whole body felt like a string pulled taut, ready to snap at any second, “I- s’need- Oh, gods! M’Halsin, I-I- AHH!!~” Your back arches, your hands gripping his ears as he pushes his tongue in as far as it will go, and the coil snaps.

You let out a wail, your orgasm washing over you, the waves crashing over your body as you squirt over Halsin's tongue and snout. He lets out a pleased growl, his tongue slowly moving, letting you ride out your orgasm as he laps up the sweet juices that had spilled from you. You are a panting, shaking mess as Halsin pulls his tongue from you, you shiver and whimper as his tongue runs over your folds one last time, licking his chops as he looks up at you… A golden light covering his bear shape as he returns to his elven form.

You reach out, cupping his cheek, and pull him in for a kiss, the taste of your own juices on his lips, you can feel him smile against your lips. Halsin pulls away and looks down at you, brushing a strand of hair from your face, a blush crossing his features, “Are you alright, my heart?” Halsin's voice was full of concern, his thick fingers finding the claw marks he had left behind, running his finger tips over them, making you moan slightly, thanking Oak Father he didn’t break skin, “I fear I lost control for a moment, and did not intend to harm you- I apologize if I frightened you-“

You shake your head and reach out to grab his hand, pressing a kiss to his palm, “I'm okay, I'm perfect,” you whisper, “I- I was scared at first, but once I realized that I knew you would never hurt me, that you would stop if I told you to, it made it- made it exciting- It was exhilarating, and you, gods- how fortunate am I to have such a man between my legs.”

Halsin lets out a soft laugh, pressing a kiss to your lips, a gentle smile gracing his features, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks, his fingers stroking the back of your neck, “The fortune is all mine,” he whispers, his nose brushing against yours.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #Halsin #halsin silverbough #halsin smut #bg3 smut #bg3 halsin #halsin bg3 #halsin x tav #halsin x reader

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synthetickitsune · 6 months ago

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Mingyu (SVT) | Bath bombs fluff | 0.7k | gn!reader

You believe in humor.

He believes in cuteness.

So that’s how you ended up facing a dilemma that you’d never think you’d have - whose bath bomb will get used first?

His, naturally, is honestly too pretty to be allowed to just fizz out into nothing. A little beige fluffy looking puppy. Adorable, beautiful, perfect. You’d feel like a monster pulling it under water.

And yours is a toaster.

It’s funny, okay? And cute too, just in a different way. Maybe you should’ve just gone bath bomb shopping to the store together instead of shopping online where the options were limitless.

Mingyu chuckles when he sees you pout looking at the two options. He hugs you from behind, leaning his head against yours. You know he finds it funny - and honestly it is. Every second standing in front of the two options you commit into your memory because you’re happy and life is good, and you get to have little breakdowns because of something as silly as a bath bomb.

“Let’s use yours when we’re having a bad day, hm?” he suggests and you laugh out loud, finally releasing the tension in your body, and nod.

“So you mean right after we finish this bath, right? Because my day’s about to get significantly worse if we’re sacrificing this beauty,” you sigh as you run a finger over the puppy’s snout. It fits so perfectly into your palm - how are you supposed to kill it?!

“It’s his fate, baby,” Mingyu reminds you, a smile in his voice, because he loves how deeply you appreciate the little details of everything. He hugs you tighter.

“He doesn’t deserve it. He’s a masterpiece,” you insist.

“No, you are,” he coos into your ear and chuckles when you roll your eyes and call him cringy. You sigh softly. If only you could stop time right now. With your boyfriend pressed against you, squeezing you like he can hold you together, come what may, little puppy in your palm, and the prospect of a long, hot bath in front of you.

“The water will get cold,” he nudges his nose into your cheek, “Let’s get in.”

You give Mingyu a stern look when you hand him the puppy to safely join him in the tub. He just watches with his dumb smile and lip between his teeth, his eyes basically heart shaped and never leaving your body. He does hold the bath bomb above the water though, so you let him get away with being cheesy despite the heat rising to your cheeks that has nothing to do with the hot water.

You stifle a moan when you let your shoulders dip below the surface and the warmth that envelops your tense muscles begins working its magic. All thoughts evacuate your mind. There’s just the feeling of your bones turning into jelly and your legs brushing against Mingyu’s. The only thing that could elevate this experience to perfection would be some nice, relaxing scent…

“Love? It’s time,” he says gently, chuckling at the frown tugging at your face upon your moment of peace being disrupted, “We need to let him go.”

You reluctantly straighten up and look at the puppy still resting in your boyfriend’s palm. Giving the bath bomb one last pat, you guide his hand down and watch as the puppy starts floating and slowly dissipating. It feels strangely like a funeral full of colors and bubbles, and the bathroom fills with a fresh scent. Are you a monster when you melt back into the warm bath again after sparing one last thought for the puppy?

“Better?” Mingyu asks, leaning back himself. You just give him a nod.

“I promise I’ll be less dramatic with the toaster one,” you hum. He gives you a sceptical look. “I’ll just throw it in. You’ll be dramatic and act like you’re getting electrocuted.”

“Hey!” he pouts, kicking you lightly under the water, “Why am I the one dying?”

“To make me laugh?” you flutter your eyelashes at him with the sweetest smile. He opens his mouth and closes it just as fast, the pout remains on his lips but his eyes soften. Victory.

You laugh and lean forward, easily catching his lips in a kiss. He sighs against your mouth, but as always he’s already thinking about the best way to execute the scene. Because he’s wrapped around your finger like that.

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen reactions #seventeen imagines #mingyu x reader #svthub #mingyu fluff #mingyu scenarios #svt scenarios #svt fluff #drabble #fluff

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alexthebordercollie · 2 months ago

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Excersize

Full scene below the cut.

Ford woke up early, as he usually did. He was always late to bed and early to rise. Four to six hours of sleep was plenty, any more would be an indulgence. There were always so many more productive things to do than sleep, like looking for ways to help his companion out of his funk.

Fiddleford hadn’t been himself since the gremloblin attack. He was jumpy and skittish, more so than he ever was before. Ford had mixed up the Rubik’s cube his friend kept on his desk days ago. Fiddleford never left it unsolved whenever he caught it scrambled. He’d solve it in a matter of seconds, no matter what Ford attempted. The fact Fiddleford had left it unsolved for so long was certainly a poor sign.

Meditation hadn’t helped. Something startled Fidds in the process, whatever nightmare was haunting him. He had a minor breakdown. Ford had no idea what he was doing. He was trying his best to be supportive, but it hurt. It hurt seeing someone he cared so deeply for so frightened and in pain, and feeling powerless to take that pain away.

A couple of days ago, Fiddleford had come to him with an especially worrying invention. A memory gun, something to erase whatever horrifying vision had fried his nerves. The machine was a nightmare of its own. It was horribly unsafe. The design was a far cry from Fiddleford’s best work. He was usually so thoughtful and secure with his designs. He was slipping. Ford hated to imagine what kind of damage Fidds could have done to himself if he’d actually tried using the damn thing. Thankfully, Ford was able to talk some sense to him, and Fiddleford disposed of the gun.

Nonetheless, it was a sign that Ford needed to keep trying. He needed to find something healthy that worked before Fiddleford resorted to something drastic.

“Rise and shine, bud. Time for our morning workout.” Ford smiled wide as he flicked on the lights in Fiddleford’s bedroom.

Fidds hissed and pulled his pillow over his head. “I finally got some sleep….” His protests were muffled under the pillow.

“Oh, that’s great!” Good to hear Fidds was finally sleeping again. “Then you should be rested enough for some stretches and a light jog.”

Fidds peered at Ford from under his pillow. His upturned nose poked out of the covers like a little pig snout. “Since when has it been our morning workout?” he asked wryly.

“Since today.” Ford rested one hand on his hip while he counted his reasons on his other hand. “I think it’d do you some good. A morning jog always helps clear my head,” he proposed, holding up a finger. “I think it would be fun to work out together.” Two fingers. “And besides, you’re out of shape anyway.” Three fingers turned to one as he pointed down at his friend with a mocking click of his tongue and a faux look of shame on his face. “Too many years away from the farm, I reckon.” He twanged playfully.

“Aw, now yer just makin’ fun o’ me!” Fidds propped himself up on his arms. The pillow slid off his messy bedhead in the process.

“Who me? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Ford batted his lashes and held a hand over his heart.

A pillow went flying across the room. Ford dodged it easily with an ear-to-ear grin. Fiesty. That was a good sign.

Fidds groaned and pulled himself upright. “Uhg… yer not gonna let up till I agree, are ya?”

Ford gave the question some serious consideration, only fully registering the sarcasm after he gave his answer. “Probably not, no,” he told him honestly.

Fidds rubbed his eyes and dragged his face down with his hands. He looked back at Ford like he was melting from his fingertips. He stared at him like he was waiting for something.

Ford only stood there waiting to see what Fidds needed.

“Well, git!” Fidds pointed to the door. “Least let me shower, shit, and shave. Danm.”

Ford chuckled and raised his hands in surrender. “Right, sorry. Put something comfy on and meet me in the living room.”

Fidds sighed and rolled his eyes. A soft smile tugged at his lips. Ford liked that smile. That mix of affection and exasperation. There was security in that smile.

When Fiddleford did meet him down in the living room, it was clear he hadn’t fully grasped the assignment. He walked past Ford, who was sitting on the floor, to go make coffee in the kitchen.

“Hey, over here!” Ford protested as he was ignored.

“It’s six in the mornin’, coffee first!” Fiddleford called back.

“Coffee when we’re done. Put the pot on and come over here.” He cocked a knee and leaned against it while he waited for Fidds. Wearing his workout shorts and a light black t-shirt. He already had his jogging shoes on. They were in better shape than his usual work boots since they were only used for these morning runs on well-worn trails.

Fidds, on the other hand, came back in a sweaty wifebeater and boxers with little red hearts.

“I told you to get dressed,” Ford scolded.

“I ain’t naked.” Fidds rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

“You're not going jogging in your underwear, are you?”

“Yeah, that ain't happenin’.” Fidds sat down on the living room carpet next to Ford. “I'll meet ya halfway, but I ain't going for a run in a forest full o’ weird monsters before sun up.”

“The only anomalous creature you're likely to spot on my route is a gnome or two. They're harmless.” Ford dismissed with a hand wave.

“It ain't happenin’.”

“Alright, that’s fine. We'll work up to it. For now, let's just start with a light warmup.” Ford offered.

Fidds sighed but conceded. The exercises weren't anything too difficult. Ford wasn't having Fiddleford lift weights, and the jog had already been shot down. Even then, Fidds was struggling by the second set. He was far less flexible than Ford expected for someone so thin. Ford often found himself assisting, holding Fiddleford's body in various positions while he wheezed from the strain. Red-faced and sweaty and huffing.

“Breathe, Fidds.” Ford kept warning him. “You're going to pass out like that.”

Ford decided to wrap up their session with a sixty-second plank. A simple exercise. He just had to hold the position for a minute. It couldn't be easier.

“Back straight, Fidds.” Ford lifted himself up onto his fingers while Fiddleford was bracing himself on his forearms. Ford was outstretched parallel to his friend, observing his form.

“I am straight dammit!” Fiddleford huffed. His face turned red as beads of sweat dripped from his nose. He was, in fact, not straight. His rear raised slightly above where it should have been. Bending his body at an off angle.

Ford broke his plank and sat up to help him. “No, your ass is up.” He corrected gently. Despite Fidds' repeated bluster and frustration, Ford had remained patient with him. While he could no longer relate to the struggle, he still remembered how it felt when he started working out. That weak, impotent feeling, sweaty and winded and ashamed of himself.

He placed one hand on Fiddleford's stomach and another on his lower back. Slowly lowering his but till his body was a straight line from his shoulders to his toes. “There, now you're straight.”

A couple of seconds passed, and Ford realized Fiddleford had stopped breathing. His cheeks puffed up, and his eyes widened as he turned redder and redder.

“Breathe, Fidds!” Ford patted his back.

Fiddleford gasped as he freed the breath he was holding and struggled to suck in more air. “Please… tell me… we're done-” he wheezed.

Ford checked his watch and observed the second hand as it ticked by. “Almost. Halfway there. Just keep it up a little longer.” He rubbed little assuring circles into Fidds lower back with his other hand while he counted the seconds, holding his form.

Eventually, the minute passed, and with the final tick, “Now, now you can stop.”

Fiddleford gasped and collapsed into a sweaty, heaving heap on the floor. “Thank… the… lord… Stanferd… I… Hate… You!”

Ford looked at his friend and blinked briefly before realizing that Fidds was being facetious. He broke out laughing and patted Fidds' back. “Aw, come on, buddy. It couldn’t have been that bad. You did well.”

“Hogwash!” Fiddleford spat. Too tired to pull his face off the floor. He only turned his head with his cheek mushed into the carpet as he shot daggers at his friend. “Yer a shit liar Stanford. Don’t even try.”

“Alright, alright,” Ford apologized. “Look, there may be some room for improvement-”

“May be?!” Fidds bocked.

“I’ll go easier on you next time,” Ford promised.

Fiddleford buried his face in the carpet and groaned. “There’s gonna be a next time, huh?”

Ford merely smiled. He didn’t need to say anything. He knew Fidds could feel it from a mile off. Fiddleford groaned louder in reply.

#gravity falls #stanford pines #fiddleford hadron mcgucket #fiddauthor #ford^2 #au #hand of god #papa ford au

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thanksbutno98 · 5 months ago

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The Adventures of Molly (Part 1)

John Price x wife!reader OC

Summary: The Price’s family dog gets into just as much trouble as the rest of them.

Authors Note: To make up for my lack of including Molly in my fics I decided to dedicate one to her. I’ll be doing one or two more of her through the years as the Price children get older.

Warnings: Swearing, injury, pregnancy, not edited

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It was a windy spring day as you and your family stood in the small shelter where the new litter of puppies were housed. You and your husband John Price were finally pulling the trigger and getting the dog you always spoke about. It had been a dream to have lambs in your large plot of land but in order to do that you needed a herding dog.

So here you were, picking one out together. You brought your four year old son Jj and two year old daughter Evelyn. Jj was enamored by the mother dog who birthed the litter while Evelyn was giggling over the puppies wrestling.

“The mummy puppy must be so sad.” Jj was on his tip toes trying to get a better look over the wired fence.

The female blue merl border Collie was curled up in the far corner with a single one of her pups laid on her back by her head. The others were running around and playing. Letting out little yelps and high pitched barks as they tackled each other.

“What makes you say that?” John inquired wondering what his son was getting at.

“People are taking her puppies away. Mummy would be so sad if someone took me and Evie away.” Looking up into John’s matching sky blue eyes Jj had a serious expression on his face. His eyebrows were knit together and full lips fixed in a frown.

“He makes my heart swell and ache at the same time.” You whispered to John.

“Intuitive little guy.” He whispered back.

The two of you were immensely proud that teaching your son empathy wasn’t a challenge. The boy came hardwired carrying about others and now you knew that extended to animals.

“That’s why it’s so important we take good care of the pup. So his mama never has to worry.” Squatting down John spoke softly yet seriously to his son.

He didn’t realize that single sentence seared itself into his son’s mind.

“I’ll walk her every day, feed her lots of treats, and she can even snuggle in bed with me.” Shaking his head admittedly you could see your son was taking this seriously. At four years old he seemed to understand the importance of taking good care of a dog that some adults struggled to grasp.

“Which one do you think, John?” You asked your husbands opinion not knowing what attributes made a good herding dog.

“That one!” Jj’s chubby finger pointed at the sleeping puppy laying on her mothers back.

The small pup had a similar blue merl coat as her mother only she was tri-colored. Her little face was an almost lilac grey with pure white running up her snout and disappearing to the back of her head. One eyes was hugged with a crescent shape of tawny fur while the other had a single dot above it. Her ears matched perfectly with black fur at the point and tawny fur on the inside. The pale grey fur that ran along her body matched her mother’s with the black speckled spots and splotches of pure white.

“You sure? He seems a little. . . lazy.” John, now standing back at his full height, was scratching the back of his head watching how the five other liter mates wrestled and totted around clumsily.

“She’s just sleepy and needs a cuddle.” Jj reasoned with John.

“Oh let him have her.” Bumping John with your hip he continued to look at the sleeping puppy not completely sure this was a good choice for the dog’s intended purpose.

“C’mon! She’s my best friend! She loves me already I swear she does!” Jj was bouncing up and down while pulling on John’s belt loops. Hooking his fingers into the loops Jj arched his back and let his head fall back.

“Pleeease daddy.” Bearing his teeth Jj lightly swung back and forth as he dangled himself backward.

“Okay fine.” John caved. Seeing his son ask so cutely was enough for him to give him what he wanted.

“Can we meet that one?” John pointed to the tiniest of the liter who was sound asleep and making little yipping noises as she dreamt.

“Yes, go right into that pen and I’ll bring her right over for you all to meet.” The elderly woman motioned to the empty pen behind you that was used to introduce the puppies to potential families.

You all piled in and John was giving you a funny look. Rubbing his back you tried to silently reassure him this puppy was fine. That he was being a good father by entertaining his son’s opinion.

Soon enough the small tri-colored border collie was placed on the opposite side of the pen as you. She wobbled on her tiny paws and then turned back to look in the direction of her mother. It was the cutest noise she let out lightly yelping and then howling for her mother.

“It’s okay if you miss your mummy. I’m right here.” Jj kneeled a foot behind the tiny pup with his right hand outstretched.

She turned to look at Jj, tilted her head to the side, took a single step forward and sniffed the space right before his hand. Taking another step she gave him a better sniff then a little lick. There was a few second pause as the gears in her little head turned and then it seemed like she made up her mind. Trotting forward she climbed into Jj’s lap, circled a few times, then plopped down and went to sleep.

“Told you she’s my best friend.” Jj spoke in a tiny voice trying not to wake up his new companion.

“Seems like a perfect match.” The elderly woman smiled sweetly seeing this adorable display of two babies finding their forever family in each other.

“I can’t say no to that. She curled up on him in seconds.” With outstretched arms John barely glanced at you. He was snapping picture a second later which you would end up hanging up in your downstairs hallway.

“Got a name picked out?” The elderly woman asked you and John.

“Molly. Her names Molly.” Jj spoke with the sweetest smile plastered across his young face.

——————

“Jj, where’s Molly?” John asked as he entered his son’s room.

Jj’s room was rectangular shaped with his door located in the right corner. These forest green walls held where Jj loved to play with his toys the most. There was a birch desk in the right corner across from the bedroom door. It was new yet still had marker stains and smudges of water color paints. There was a navy blue rug in the center of the room with a recent stain from when Jj threw up all over John.

In the center of the wall that shared the bedroom door was Jj’s twin sized bed. His bed stuck out to bisect the room and had two night stands on either side of it. After that was his closet door. There was a toy chest at the end of the bed and a dresser on the far wall between the two windows.

It had been a week since you brought your new family member home. Jj kept to his word and walked her every day. The only thing was, he kept battling you and John constantly that Molly needed more treats and should be allowed to snuggle in his bed. She wasn’t house trained yet so it was a firm no from you both. You also told Jj she wouldn’t be allowed on any furniture, that she would have her own dog bed. This made your son throw an absolute fit. That didn’t stop you from finding Molly hidden under his covers fast asleep.

“I think mummy has her.” Jjs voice could be heard from the opposite side of his bed. Little did Jj know you were the one who sent John to go find Molly.

John couldn’t see Jj since he was clearly hiding. There was a soft lapping sound of something being licked that gave the four year old away. Walking around the bed John saw his son lying on his belly with Molly lying right next to him. Jj had a jar of peanut butter opened and his hand coated in the sticky substance as Molly licked it clean.

“The good peanut butter, really?” With a straight face John asked.

Jj slowly looked up with a sheepish smile.

“She should have the best treats. Her mummy would want that.” Jj tried to reason.

Sticking his full hand back into the jar he lathered it up again and offered it to Molly. John was partially annoyed for his son’s lack of listening but he couldn’t deny how cute Jj looked being sweet to their new dog. Dressed in his fire truck pajamas with multiple dog toys lying around him.

“Jj that stuffs expensive.” John chuckled.

“I’ll eat the bad peanut butter, I don’t mind. I want Molly to have the tasty kind.” Getting up to kneel Jj gave John a toothy smile that didn’t reach his icy blue eyes.

Jj was unsure if he was in trouble but if he was it was worth getting his new best friend a yummy snack. Jj went to lather his hand again but gasped when John grabbed the jar off the floor and screwed the lid back on.

“Daddy-“

“If she has anymore she’ll get sick. Like the time you wouldn’t stop eating m&m’s.” With a smirk John motioned for Jj to get up.

“Mummy shouldn’t have left them out.” Jj explained to John as if he wasn’t the one to have his son throw up all over him from eating way too much candy.

“Go and wash your hands. Then we can take Molly out back and let her run around off leash.” John started to laugh as Jj gasped in excitement and ran out his room to go wash up.

“Molly you’re gonna love this!” Jj squealed from the bathroom.

To John’s amazement the 9 weeks old puppy trotted after his son. She breezed right by John like he didn’t exist and was fixated on the little boy.

——————

“Jj! The peanut butters missing again.” You called from the kitchen.

It didn’t sound like a warning but it was. And soon enough your son appeared in the kitchen doorway looking guilty. Next to him was your new puppy who had been a part of the family for four months now. She had grown incredibly fast and no longer looked like a puppy. At the rate she was growing she’d be the same size as Jj in a few months.

“Can we get a ‘Molly’ peanut butter?” It came out as a whine.

“We have one.” You reminded your son and motioned for him to hand over the nice glass jar.

“But it’s gross.” Jj complained as he handed you the overly priced jar.

“Dogs shouldn’t be having all this sugar. It’s not good for them. That’s why we got her a sugar and salt free one.” You were surprised to see Jj roll his eyes and you could feel the sass about to come which was unlike the normally agreeable child.

“Don’t worry Molly I’ll make sure meanie mummy isn’t giving you that gross stuff.” Petting her head Jj ran for the back door.

“Slow down.” John chuckled as Jj ducked between his father’s long legs and ran into the yard. Molly barked and ran after your son clumsily.

John was just walking into the house from work. He was dressed in beige cargo pants and a green t-shirt that was tucked in. There was a stack of files in his hand that he tossed on to the kitchen table before coming over to greet you.

“Where’s the little gremlin?” John looked around for his daughter.

“Napping. She’s been a menace today. Laughing like a maniac every time I said no and then doing whatever it was right in front of me.” The thought of you dealing with that all day made John chuckle.

“Sounds like she takes after you.” The cheeky comment had you dodging his hello kiss.

That didn’t seem to deter your husband who pinned your arms to your side from behind and pressed his body against you so you were half leaning over the counter. Your bum was firmly pressed to his crotch while his hands were getting very close to your breasts. John kissed your cheek over and over until he was sick of it and went for the other one. He picked you up slightly, your feet hovering a few inches above the floor as he continued his assault.

“Let go.” You giggled and wiggled in John’s grasp.

“DADDY!!” The sound of your son shrieking had John dropping you and full on sprinting for the door.

You were right behind, your chest tight and an instant panic kicking in. Jj was sweet and a tough little boy. He hardly screamed unless it was from laughter. The only times he screamed your names was when Evelyn was taking his toys or the few times she bit him. This type of scream was very uncommon. Your son sounded scared.

You and John were running like hell to your son who was much farther away from the house than he was normally allowed. The rule was if you weren’t outside with him he was not allowed near the pond or past the soccer net. Right now he was at the edge of the forest stumbling back to his feet.

“Are you okay.” John had his hands on Jj grabbing his shoulders and jostling him around to look at him.

Jj was covered in mud but only on the front of him. It looked like he must have belly flopped into a puddle or something.

“Molly chased a fox into the woods! YOU HAVE TO GET HER!” Throwing his head back Jj began to wail.

Fat tears rolled down his face and he plopped down to the ground on his bum and weeped pathetically into his hands.

“Molly’s mummy would be worried about her!” Jj shrieked and tugged at his hair realizing this all of a sudden.

You had just caught up at this point catching the latter half of the conversation. That’s when you saw Molly dive through the woods seemingly chasing after something. If she was to get lost in there you weren’t sure you and John would be able to find her. Without thinking you took off into the woods after Molly. You followed the sounds of her barking. Ducking under branches and leaping over fallen trees you followed after her as fast as your legs would take you. Eventually you saw her again growling and barking up a tree a good distance into the woods.

“Gotcha!” You scooped the pup up into your arms. You were huffing and puffing trying to catch your breath. Turning back you realized you couldn’t see your house anymore.

“Oh, fuck.” You turned back around trying to see if there were any land markers so you could find your way back.

You couldn’t hear or see it but Jj was now lying on the ground crying hysterically at John. John was doing his best to try and calm the four year old down.

“We lost mummy and Molly!!” Jj could barely see straight with how the tears blurred his eyes.

“They’re not lost.” John glanced back at the house.

This was not a good situation for him. Jj was probably right and you were lost in the woods, that would be so like you. The only thing stopping John from going and finding you was the fact Evelyn would be left by herself in the house while she napped. But John knew the worst thing that could happen was she cried waiting for you to come get her. Picking up the sobbing four year old John began his trek through the woods to find you.

It didn’t take long you were about a quarter mile in the woods sitting on a fallen tree holding Molly.

“MOLLY!” Jj wiggled aggressively until John placed him on his feet.

Sprinting over Jj slammed into your thigh and started hugging the sleeping puppy.

“Molly I’ll never lose you again!” Your little boy started to cry half way through his sentence. Laying his head on her soft fur he began to weep all over again.

“I’m sorry Molly’s mummy! I’ll keep her safe!” Jj cried into her fur, a guilt you didn’t realize he was carrying spilling out.

“Found you quick.” John placed a kiss to your head and then squatted down to hug Jj.

You wrapped John and your little boy up in a hug as he continued to cry until he was too tired to walk back. John carried the now sleeping Jj while you carried Molly.

“I’m surprised I found you so quick.” John spoke softly as you made your trek back to the house.

“I decided to just sit down and wait for you. I thought if I tried to find my way back I’d only get more lost.” You shrugged.

“He’s so much like you Y/N.” John whispered and placed a soft kiss to the top of Jj’s sleeping head.

“You think?” You asked wondering what John meant.

“Crying over Mollys mum maybe being worried about her. I would’ve never thought that way as a kid. But you? That’s all you. The caring so deeply it leaves you guilt ridden.” Johns words made your heart swell. It felt amazing to be seen on such a vulnerable level and how your son had inherited some of your traits.

By the time you were back at the house Jj was waking up and asking for a snack. You sat him at the kitchen table and gave him apple slices and peanut butter. You and John realized quickly that the snacks you gave Jj were shared with Molly. So now you had to make sure every snack was dog friendly.

“Jj I’ve got a question for you.” John asked his puffy eyed little boy.

Jj hummed devouring his snack and getting peanut butter all over his face. Molly was lying just beneath his feet chomping on an apple slice.

“What do you think about Molly’s mummy? You bring her up a lot.” Sitting next to his son John took one of the apple slices and ate it.

“She would want Molly to run and play all the time, eat the best treats, learn stuff like how to sit and shake. She’d want Molly to have the comfiest bed and all the snuggles in the world.” Speaking with his mouth full Jj pretended to drop another apple slice that was quickly eaten by his best friend sitting under his feet that didn’t reach the floor.

“Why do you say that?” John followed up.

Jj paused for a second and looked up at John and then at you. You were standing on the other side of the kitchen getting lunch ready. John’s line of questioning had you curious to hear what your son was thinking.

“If Mollys mummy took me, mummy would want her to do stuff like take me to the trampoline park and get us fancy peanut butter. Or special snuggles, big fat kisses, and let me and Evie sleep in her bed sometimes.” Jj waved around his apple slice dipped in the brown sweetness.

You squeaked lightly hearing your son’s words. It was involuntary how tears welled in your eyes and a rock formed in your throat. Your lip began to quiver knowing that’s how your little boy saw you. That you would want only the best for him and he knew that. Taking a deep breath that came in rather sharp you wiped your eyes quickly.

“I love you more than anything in the world Jonathan.” You were making your way over to your son and soon hugging him tight and placing kiss after kiss to his cheek.

Jj giggled and tried batting you away. Giving up he hugged you back his sweet laugh filling the kitchen.

“Seeeeee mummy gives me snuggles.” Jj stuck his tongue out at John who was chuckling at you two.

“Good lad.” John ruffled the little boys hair and then plucked an apple slice with extra peanut butter and gave it to Molly.

——————

“MUSH!” The Price children shouted in unison.

Jj and Evelyn Price were sat on the bright blue sled at the top of the small hill to the right of their homes driveway. It slopped down and became flat for about twenty yards before the thicket of trees that hid the property from the street. Jj had tied Molly’s leash to the end of the sled so she could pull them down the hill. Molly was officially full grown at 32lbs and spry. Today was her birthday making her a year old.

Jj, who was almost five, was dressed in a red snow suit with the hood up and pulled tight. He had lime green mitten on and matching boots. Evelyn, a few weeks away from being three, was dressed in a pastel purple snow suit with a pink scarf and hat snuggly on. She refused to put her hood up and wore Jj’s old dark blue boots that were a size too big.

“Jj!” Evelyn whined at the fact Molly wasn’t moving.

“Molly, mush!” Jj tried again, kicking his feet.

Molly looked back at Jj and then squatted and peed. It had become obvious over the year together Molly was sweet but not the smartest dog. Jj would become shrill whenever John called her dumb. But even he at times blankly stared at her when she ran into the glass door for the hundredth time.

“Ew.” Evelyn’s nose scrunched.

“Wait here, I have an idea!” Jj got off the sled and ran over to where you and John were shoveling the driveway.

It was a snow day for daycares and schools leaving you and the children home for the day. John called out saying he had family matters to attend to which was truly playing with the kids in the snow. You two just had to get the long drive way cleared first.

“Where are you going?” Sticking his shovel into the snow John watched Jj hop off the small mound of snow forming along the driveway as you two shoveled.

“Mummy I need a tennis ball.” Jj ran straight into you, his feet catching on some ice and unable to stop himself.

“Careful.” You slipped at the force but caught yourself before you took Jj down with you. Reaching into your pocket you gave Jj the tennis ball you grabbed before heading outside.

“Thanks!” Grabbing it with both mittened hands Jj turned and went to run back to Evelyn. She was lying down flat in the sled with her tongue stuck out trying to catch snow flakes.

Jj took two steps away from you then slipped and fell backwards. Before you or John could ask if he was alright he was slipping while he got back to his feet and was off running again.

“Evie look!” Jj waved the tennis ball around.

Still lying on her back Evelyn turned her head to look at her brother. Once again Jj tripped a few feet away from the sled and face planted into the snow. Lifting his head up with a face covered in snow Jj watched the bright green tennis ball begin to roll down the hill. Evelyn sat up quickly to check on Jj.

“You oka-“ Evelyn began to ask but went flying backward hitting her head off the sled.

The tennis ball rolled right past Molly and she took off after it. In her haste the sled slowed her for only a second so she pulled harder to catch up to the bright green ball quickly rolling down the hill.

“MUMMY!” Evelyn shrieked at the top of her lungs.

Her tiny mittened hands gripped the edges of the sled as the sky and tree tops whizzed by. The uneven grooves of snow sent her small body bouncing up in the air and colliding back down against the plastic of the sled.

“EVIE!” Jj was scrambling to his feet and began chasing after the sled as it flew down the hill with Molly still pulling it.

The sound of crunching snow echoed in the little boys ears as he ran after his baby sister. He was running extremely fast in his mind and would catch up to her in no time.

The screams caught you and John’s attention. It was comical to watch the sled lurch forward and then take off down the hill quickly behind Molly. Jj was running so slow you wondered if he was even trying. After a few steps he fell face first into the snow again so hard he slid down the hill a couple feet.

John dropped his shovel and ran after Molly and Evelyn before she was dragged to the street. You made your way over to Jj who was struggling to get up after falling so many times.

“You okay?” Jj heard your voice over his shoulder.

He stayed laying there face first in the snow not willing to get up yet.

“Yes.” His sweet voice was muffled against the snow.

With a small laugh you picked him up and set him back on his feet. Jj’s cheeks were tinted from the cold snow that you were brushing away. He could feel it sticking to his eyelashes but you soon had those cleaned off too. Looking to the bottom of the hill Jj saw his father walking up the hill with Evelyn on his hip and the sled under his other arm. Molly was trotting behind, jumping and trying to take the tennis ball Evelyn was holding.

“Smart idea, Jj.” John praised as he made it to where you and Jj were.

“You okay Evie!?” Jj asked clearly worried.

“That. Was. WICKED!” Throwing her hands into the air you and John laughed at her reaction.

“I’ll stand at the bottom of the hill and your mum will get you two set up.” John placed Evelyn down and then handed you the sled.

“Really!?” Jj was now bouncing up and down at the prospect of you and John joining in on the fun.

“And then when we’re done with sledding we can build a snowman.” You added which had Evelyn cheering.

“I want to build a snow dog so Molly can have a friend!”

——————

“How you feeling little man?” John was just walking into Jj’s room.

Jj who was now six had caught the flu and was held up in bed. He was curled up under his blankets with a pile of tissues sitting on his night stand and a few had fallen to the floor.

As soon as John opened the door Molly busted through with so much force the door slammed into the wall. She dashed across the room and jumped into Jj’s bed not caring if she squished him in the process. Standing over the boy she frantically licked his face which made him squirm and giggle.

“Someone missed you and I thought you could use a buddy.” It made John’s heart flutter seeing how much Molly and Jj meant to each other.

Molly had been whining at the bottom of the stairs all day wanting someone to open the gate and let her upstairs. Evelyn entertained her for a little but they both grew bored of one another. You tried to take Molly for a walk but two steps out of the door Molly became a statue. She pointed herself towards the house and you knew it was because she wanted Jj to walk her, not you.

“You sick of Evie? She can be a pill can’t she.” Jj ruffled the scuff of Mollys fur while he spoke in a mock deep voice.

“Get some sleep.” John gave Jj a kiss to the top of the head and the ruffled Mollys head.

Molly circled a few times and then laid herself on top of Jj’s legs. The two fell asleep quickly and Jj was finally able to get the rest he needed.

——————

It was quiet, much quieter than John was use to. The kids and you must be out shopping or running errands. This was a rare occasion and John was ready to seize his moment of solitude. So he thought this would be a good time to make himself a sandwich.

Piling the lunch meat high and adding an extra slice of cheese John squished the sandwich down enjoying the sound of the crisps crunching between the bread. Next John poured himself a glass of milk to go along with the blueberry danish he grabbed as dessert. Setting off to the living room John placed his plate and cup on the coffee table.

Molly who had gotten a bit rounder over the years was napping on the chaise lounge of the U shaped couch. John use to shoo her off furniture and usher her over to her dog bed but had given up in recent years. The children invited her on the couch or their beds whenever he wasn’t in the room. You had even joined in, having Molly nap with you on the couch or in bed when John was abroad.

“John.” Your voice called from the back door as soon as John turned on the television.

Falling back into the cushions John groaned in disappointment. He almost got away with having a snack, that you considered a full meal, by himself. Looking down at the delicious sight in front of him John sighed and accepted defeat. Now he would be sharing this with his kids once they saw it.

“Coming.” John called back.

Getting up from the couch John made his way to the kitchen. He saw your kids carrying a large brown paper grocery bag each. That’s when John remembered you asked him what he needed from the grocery store before he headed out that morning.

“Thank you, darling.” John gave you a sweet peck to the lips.

He hated shopping and it was especially difficult with the kids. They were either at each other’s throats or asking for everything they knew they couldn’t have and whining about it. It almost always ended in a quiet car ride home because John demanded silence and if there was a single peep there’d be consequences.

“Can you two go clean up the yard toys please?” You asked your children as you began to put away the groceries.

“No.” Evelyn spoke sweetly, smiled and began to walk down the hall toward the living room.

“Oi, don’t be cheeky and go pick up the toys.” John was flabbergasted by her response.

“Why ask if I don’t have a choice.” Turning on her heels the sweet demeanor flipped to a sour one.

“You’d rather I boss you around?” You asked unable to hold back your laugh.

“I’d rather not do it at all.” Evelyn grumbled, slipping her shoes back on and heading out the back door.

“Molly!” Jj called from the back door for her to come join them outside.

“Think she’s napping.” John told his son only to eat his words.

Molly appeared at the end of the hallway and slowly, very slowly, made her way out the back door to join Evelyn and Jj.

“Think she can walk any slower?” You asked John who just walked in with the rest of the groceries bags hugged to his chest.

“Laziest dog I’ve ever met. To think we were going to use her for herding.” John chuckled.

Placing the bags on the counter John dipped out to grab his food and eat in the kitchen. That way he could chat with you and still enjoy his snack. Entering the living room John wasn’t sure what he was expecting now that he thought about.

His plate was licked clean and even his glass of milk was drank.

“No wonder she was moving so slow.”

——————

“MOLLY!” John’s voice echoed in the house as he shouted like a banshee.

“Jesus, John you’re going to burst a blood vessel.” You had waddled into the kitchen from the living room at the sound of your husband losing his mind.

You were eight months pregnant and feeling irritable with your husband today. John hadn’t done anything but for some reason just the sight of him had been ticking you off since this morning. Once you saw what he was shouting about you felt your blood pressure spike.

“MOLLY!” You shrieked.

The shoe rack you kept by the back door was flipped over and every pair of shoes had been torn to shreds. Molly didn’t discriminate. She went for your heels, sneakers, slippers, and crocs. The kids shoes and Evelyn’s ballet slippers were decimated. John’s boots, trainers, and a few hats were also casualties.

“That damn dog!” Picking up the sole to his expensive dress shoe John flung it forcefully at the tattered remains of hundreds of dollars of shoes.

“I’ll go find her.” You stopped John from storming upstairs and shouting even more.

“Why weren’t you watching her?” John hissed in your face.

“Why weren’t you watching her!” You snapped back.

“I was busy!” You knew it was just a fit of rage that John was turning on you but you didn’t appreciate it. As if on cue your little girl kicked in your belly as you prepared to verbally eviscerate your husband.

“Yeah, and I was over in the corner twiddling my thumbs! Oh wait I was cleaning your mess in the living room with swollen fucking ankles.” Your venom had John putting up his hands as if saying he gave up and then he took a deep breath.

“Sorry. Let’s go find her and make sure she didn’t eat any of this. Then it’ll be a vet bill on top of it all.” John gave you an apologetic smile and hugged you to say sorry.

His hands rubbed your large belly and lingered on the little feet kicking away.

You stood there with your arms crossed over your chest and refused to hug him back. With a kiss to your lips that you didn’t return you both made your way up to Jj’s room where Molly most likely was. Once up on the second floor and down the hallway you could see Jj’s door was shut which was unusual.

Everyone in the house kept their bedroom doors open unless they were changing or sleeping. Knocking firmly John didn’t wait for a response and tried to open the door. Only it didn’t budge.

“Jj you can’t hide her in there.” Rattling the door by the knob John then knocked again a little louder.

There was silence behind the door. You and John shared a look and then you nodded for him to go ahead. With the tips of his finger John searched the top of the door frame for the skeleton key you hid up there. The sound of the key turning in the lock finally elicited a response from the eight year old.

“IM NAKED!” Jj blurted out as you and John entered his room.

Jj was standing on the far left corner of his bedroom fully clothed. His bed bisected the room blocking you or John from getting to him quickly. The closet door popped open for a second but Jj casually leaned against it.

“What’s in there?” The gravel in John’s voice rumbled from his chest.

The look John was giving his son had Jj gulping in suspense. The young boy was trying his best to stay straight faced but he realized how much better his sister was in moments like this.

“Nothing.” It surprised you how smoothly Jj spoke.

“You sure about that?” You followed up.

Jj wouldn’t even look at you. It was one thing to fib to his father but it felt impossible for him to do it to you.

“Jonathan, look at me.” You told him sweetly.

John was slowly rounding the bed. Jj had his eyes locked on his father. Slowly he pressed his back fully against the door no longer pretending like he wasn’t hiding anything. With a frown on his face Jj apprehensively looked at you who was nodding your head for him to give up.

“We just want to check if she’s okay. We’ve never punished her before and we aren’t going to start now.” Trying to reassure Jj didn’t seem to work.

“Whatever it is she didn’t do it.” Jj blurted out at John who was now standing directly in front of the boy.

Realizing he had lost Jj decided he wouldn’t go down without a fight. Grabbing the door knob Jj rushed forward opening the door behind him. Throwing himself at John Jj bear hugged his father pinning his arms to his sides.

“RUN MOLLY!” Jj shouted holding on as tight as possible so John couldn’t run after her or free his arms right away.

When Jj realized his father wasn’t struggling he looked up at him. John’s icy eyes looked amused and he had an eyebrow quirked down at the eight year old.

“I commend your tenacity.” John chuckled and then nodded with his chin for Jj to turn around.

Letting go slowly Jj then turned quickly to look at Molly. Molly was lying at the bottom of Jj’s closest chewing on his brand new football cleats.

“MOLLY!”

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syndrossi · 6 days ago

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Okay, look, I said no more AUs until I post Resonant ch37 but in the stress of waiting/prepping for tomorrow's + Friday's interviews, I decided I could write a little comfort AU as a treat.

Here's a little piece of what I'm calling "Reignite AU," which is a mash-up of Restoration AU (Rhaella lives) + Regret AU...

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“Why did you bring him here?” Rhaella asked sharply.

The man currently resting on the bed within the guest chamber of their Braavosi home was still pale from blood loss, though the wound in his thigh had been stitched and bandaged. It was not his condition that alarmed her, however. Rather, it was his very appearance.

He looks like kin. Like Aerys in some ways, before the nightmares at Duskendale had caused him to abandon personal grooming altogether. Younger, however. Late in his twenties, if she had to estimate. Not much older than Rhaegar would be now, had he lived, and the more she stared at the man, the more she could see her dead son as well.

“Forgive me, my lady,” Ser Willem said, the title accompanied even now, three years since she had been forced to fake her death and flee with her children to Essos, with a grimace of apology.

She had not been “my queen” for some time. For anyone to guess that she was more than the children’s beloved nurse, just another loyalist who had gone into exile with Ser Willem, was far too dangerous. Targaryen children alone were no threat to Robert Baratheon, for all that he had purportedly cheered the murders of her good-daughter and grandchildren. Targaryen children with their mother, the queen, however…

“There is more,” the knight continued, and once she tore her gaze from the familiar-unfamiliar man before her, she could see that he was unsettled. “A great deal more.”

He pulled the blankets up, and Rhaella shot to her feet with a gasp. Curled beside the unconscious man was a tiny red shape that raised its head to regard her with golden eyes narrowed with wariness. It shifted its wings, removing all doubt that it was anything but what it appeared.

“A dragon,” she whispered.

Dragons had been dead for centuries, and Summerhall had near swallowed her family whole when they had tried to return them to the world. Dozens died that day, and the only dragon who drew breath was my son.

Yearning gripped her, and she extended a hand toward the tiny hatchling. Its neck was long, almost snake-like, and its snout came to meet her outstretched fingers partway, its tongue flitting out to taste them briefly. It then shifted even closer to the man. Its rider, Rhaella corrected herself, though the term seemed ridiculous with the creature so small.

“I did not even mark the presence of the beasts at first,” Ser Willem said. “His knight was wandering the streets, invoking the name of your royal house in search of aid for his lord and his lord’s children.”

“Children?” Rhaella asked, startled.

She had heard the sound of giggles emerging from Dany’s nursery, but she had assumed it was merely her daughter engaged in play, either with her dolls or one of the servants. The rest of the knight’s words trickled into her awareness then. Beasts?

Rhaella hurried out of the chamber and threw open the door to the nursery. Within was her daughter, her eyes bright with merriment as she ran from two young children who could not be more than two years of age, while two more tiny hatchlings circled them in the air, as though themselves at play.

They paused their game, turning to Rhaella as one, and Dany’s face broke into an even bigger smile. “Mama!” she called, barreling into her skirts to envelop her legs in a hug.

The other two children stared at her, their own mirth turning to sorrow within moments. And although they were creatures of legend, it was not the young dragons who stole her gaze.

Rhaella could not tear her eyes from the light-haired child, whose hair shone the same silver-blond as her eldest son’s. His eyes, a purple just as dark, filled with tears as he stared back. He looks like my Rhaegar.

“Muña?” the toddler called out, his voice wobbling.

“Yes,” Rhaella gasped, unable to help herself. She dropped to her knees, and he ran into her arms sobbing. She kissed his hair, heart aching with memories of years long past. Beyond, the other child continued to watch her, his gaze warier.

They look the same age. Twins?

The other babe had dark hair, not unlike her sweet granddaughter’s, though without her streak of silver. His eyes were not purple, but rather a deep, solemn grey, and yet he too looked as though he could be hers.

“What is your name, my dear?” she asked softly, holding her hand out to beckon him in.

The toddler approached cautiously, halting just out of arm’s reach. “Baelon.”

Baelon. One of her family’s given names. “May I hug you, Baelon?”

He nodded after a lengthy pause, and she gathered him into her chest, her arms now full of children. Baelon accepted a kiss to the cheek, and she kissed his brother again. “And what is your name?”

“Rhaegar,” he said.

Years as Aerys’s prisoner-wife had sharpened her control to the finest of points, but still Rhaella struggled to choke back a sob. She smiled serenely instead, her heart fragile as glass within her chest as it continued to pound.

He is my son. She knew that she had not birthed these children, and yet she was equally sure of who he was. The gods have returned my son to me. And perhaps, in little Baelon, one of her sons who had died in the cradle. Or even one of my grandchildren.

“I want my kepa,” Baelon mumbled into her dress.

“He is resting,” she said. “But you may see him if you are quiet.”

That mollified him, granting her time to recover from her daze to look upon their little dragons at last. They were of a size with the red one. One was a deep blue that glinted silver all throughout under the sunlight, and by the way it was hovering near Rhaegar, she guessed it to be his. The other was keeping its distance, a striking black with patches of bronze along its chest and the inside of its wings.

“This is Qelebrys,” Rhaegar said, noting her shift in focus with a sharpness that was just as much her son’s. “She’s my dragon.”

“She is beautiful,” Rhaella said. Even the poetry of her name invoked her own Rhaegar. “What is your dragon’s name, Baelon?”

“He’s Shadow!” Baelon chirped, head turning to his dragon. “And that’s Ser Willam!”

Rhaella had entirely missed the man standing watch in the corner of the nursery, near-blending with the shadows. He marked her attention with a respectful bow, and she caught sight of a long blade sheathed at his side. She swallowed her alarm, resolving to have words with Ser Willem—that would grow confusing quite quickly—about allowing armed men into the house without speaking to her first.

“Ser Willam…?” she asked pointedly.

“Ser Willam of House Royce,” the knight said.

That did not ease her tension. The Vale had been Robert’s greatest ally, and Aerys had murdered Lord Royce’s son, Kyle. Yet he is in the service of a man who looks like one of my house.

“Who is the boys’ father?” she asked.

The knight’s frown held a mistrust near equal to her own. “Prince Daemon.”

Daemon— “Blackfyre?”

The knight shook his head. “He wields Dark Sister, my lady.” That was not what she had asked, and they shared a look of confusion. “May I have your name?”

Her impulse was to lie, as she had been lying for the past three years to protect herself and her children. Viserys and Dany could be of House Targaryen. She could only be Lady Rhea. But they have dragons.

Tiny dragons, yes. But dragons would grow.

And he has my son.

“Rhaella Targaryen,” she said. She saw no need to bother with meaningless stylings when her family’s throne belonged to another.

The knight bowed once more. “I would see to my prince, if my lady would permit.”

She recognized her own tension in him, and became aware of Baelon’s hopeful gaze once more. “Of course.” She smiled at the children. “Shall we go visit your father?”

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Shoutout to @textbookchoices for suggesting this particular twist on a "Rhaella lives" Restoration AU.

#resonant 'verse ficlets #resonant 'verse reignite au

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