#yesterday it was freya

[bellaaldamas]

@stupidrant this is the official, SMS approved (hopefully) gif everyone should use whenever they encounter a fandom troll.

[squeakheart]

100% canon panel

[voidedleylines]

FFXIV Write 2024 Day 25: Perpetuity

In which he helps her walk to the end

Rating: G || No CWs apply || Endwalker spoilers || Ardbert Hylfyst & Warrior of Light

Enjoy!!!

Even in his jostled incorporeal form, Ardbert found it hard to breathe on Ultima Thule. He can’t imagine it’s any easier for her, even after Thancred…did what he did.

He felt her anger; her confusion; her pushed down grief. He watched from the shadows as they stumbled out of the biggest ship he’s ever seen. He’d laugh about it being like old times if the situation in front of him wasn’t so dire.

His form was less this time, he couldn’t even reach out if he wanted to as his arms were just swirling black mass. She and the others start their trek and he follows close behind. There is a brief moment where he’s right beside her, but if she notices she does not say anything. He feels her trepidation ease ever so slightly, however, so he takes that as a small victory.

He begs any strength he has to be lent to her as they all continue their trek upon this awful place. There’s interference between them, he can feel it. No doubt from the swallowing sadness of the bird who made her nest here, but he’s always been stubborn. He won’t let her go that easy; not after everything.

The dragoon goes next and the full gravity of the situation presents itself as the boy cries out for him. Ardbert looks at her and the tension tight on her face. This place is starting to win, he can tell. He pushes harder now. “Stay with me,” he says, “I’m here. I’m here.” There’s a mocking laughter in his head and he turns to try and find the source. He looks up towards the black orb that suffocates the sky and he knows now where this ends. He looks back over to her and hopes his apology goes through.

Ardbert waits for her there and there’s finally recognition in her face, as well as the tiniest of smiles. He feels both her disbelief and her relief. It mirrors his own.

“If you need a push, I’ll be right there behind you,” he says.

She smiles and gives a watery laugh. She reaches out towards him and he feels it. A fraction of himself merging back into her; where he belongs.

They walk together toward the final battle just like all that time ago. “Let’s finish this,” he says.

She closes her eyes and touches her chest for a moment, before continuing on, her head high on her shoulders.

[gvaine]

Could you tell us more about lake duet? I'm in love with the title.

thank you jo, i am kind of in love with it too ❤️ it's a post-2.09 au in which freya survives and meets lancelot!! i think they (also together with merlin) are interesting - two outcasts, yk? i do think her death was important for the canon narrative and merlin's character development but if she hadn't died, would he really have left camelot? but he also needed to help her, so what if he knew someone out there in the world who was already accepting of magic, not a biased druid, and able to defend himself against a monstrous beast nightly? that's the premise, anyway - both freya and lancelot having each other to tether themselves to instead of roaming the lands aimlessly and alone.

honestly the title doesn't really fit because neither freya nor lancelot are in the lake yet... but maybe i'll use it for something else. or maybe they end up near lake avalon another way :')

[nrcbookclub]

Apparently Trystia and Felicity’s physical states are connected in a very limited way.

For example, if one gets sick, so does the other.

You can guess how we found out.

[iwantabatlleaxe]

When is it socially acceptable to ask for a picture he has of me and none other than mother miranda's (brazilian) VA even tho we broke up over text?

[woylvesbane]

She's gonna fukin' get u

[w2soneshots]

Ibiza -W2S

words: 1.2k+

warnings: alcohol consumption.

summary: you spend the day on a yacht while your boyfriend and his mates film hide & seek. You deal with his mean drunkenness. Then when you get back to the villa you take care of him.

notes: this is based off of this request!! I think drunk Harry’s hilarious😭. Don’t forget to reblog! Enjoy this extra lone one💓✨

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y/username: Ibiza 2024!🌴🍹🌺☀️💘

Tagged: @wroetoshaw @behzingagram @faithloisak @taliamar @freyanightingale

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y/nfanpage21: pahaha the second pic😭

user31096420: another iconic sidemen holiday

user91837410: she's so fit

A few days ago we arrived in Ibiza. It was initially just going to be the boys because they were planning a few sidemen videos. But they decided that there hasn't been a proper holiday with everyone for years since, Ethan and Faith had Olive, Me and Harry got married, as well as Simon and Talia so we cleared our schedules and booked tickets.

We're here for a week and plan on doing as much relaxing as we can but the boys still need to film their videos. Today they're filming a hide and seek on a huge yacht. We're all staying in a massive villa that's really close to the sea line. "Morning." Harry yawned. My sleepy face curved into a content smile. "Good morning." I whispered before kissing his soft lips. Harry wrapped his arms around my torso. "Do we have to get up?" He dug his head into my neck. "Yes Haz. The boats booked for eleven." I replied. He groaned.

Eventually I got him up and we began getting ready. I pulled on a bikini that wouldn't give me offensive tan lines, since I'm planning on laying in the sun all day. Then popped on a cute cover up. Once I'd sorted my hair and covered myself in suncream I headed downstairs where everyone was sat eating breakfast. I said "good morning." then grabbed a plate of fresh fruit along with a smoothie.

After breakfast we all collected the last of our things then just as the taxis pulled up we left. Harry helped Ethan get Olives stuff into the boot while I carried the baby for Faith while she clipped in the car seat. It's only a ten minute drive so we were soon being dropped off at the dock. The day before yesterday we spent a few hours on a smaller boat but today (since they're filming a video) the yacht is massive. The crew also flew in yesterday to film this video so they met us here.

We were told not to grab our things from the taxis because the staff on board would get it for us. When we got onto the yacht we were immediately given drinks and a quick toor. The woman brought us up some stairs. "And these are the tanning loungers." Me and the girls looked at each other with a smile. "This is where I'm going to be spending the rest of the day." Talia joked, but she was being fully serious and I felt exactly the same.

The boys wondered off to film the intro for the video and all four of us girls lay down on a lounger, while Olive slept next to Faith in a little travel cot under one of the large umbrellas. I chatted quietly with Talia, Freya started reading her book and Faith soaked up the sun. We could hear the boys screaming, shouting and laughing as they filmed. Vik was the seeker and wasn't doing the best job which was obvious from what we could see from the top deck, but I'm sure that will make the video even funnier.

Once Harry, Ethan and Josh had been found we caught them peering up at us quite a few times. "You all look like creeps you know!" I shouted. The girls laughed from beside me and the boys faces turned a bright shade of red. "You just look too good in that bikini babe!" Harry shouted back sarcastically. I smirked with a shake of my head. Then returned to tanning.

After almost three hours the boys finally finished filming so we had some lunch. As the day went on we jumped into the sea, played mafia and just sat around enjoying each other's company. Everyone began actually drinking as it started to get later. Accept me, Faith, JJ and Tobi because I had had like one or two but really couldn't be arsed with a hangover, Faith needed to look after Olive and JJ and Tobi don't drink.

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I sat next to Harry as he swayed back and forth slightly. "You alright?" I asked. He was clearly very drunk. "What? Oh. Shut up I'm fine." He replied. I raised my eyebrows in disbelief. I looked around the group, all eyes on us. I burst into a fit of laughter. "Alright big man I think it's time you get to bed." I tried to help him stand. "No!" He shouted. I sighed tiredly. "Here. I'll help." Tobi got up from his seat. We decided to all call it a night so left the ship and got taxi's back to the villa.

"Here you go mate." JJ murmured as him and Tobi lay an almost asleep Harry on our bed. "Thanks boys." I smiled as they walked out with a quick "good night." I pulled Harry's clothes off, leaving him in just his boxers. Then I placed a glass of water on his nightstand, along with some paracetamol for his hangover. Thankfully Harry usually isn't physically sick when he has a hangover so there was no need for a bucket. After I took a quick shower I slipped into bed, next to him.

The next morning I got up decently early to make everyone breakfast. Faith was already downstairs since Olive had been awake for quite awhile and she didn't want to wake Ethan up since he was hungover and he woke up early yesterday for Olive. "Good morning you cutie." I greeted Olive in my high pitched baby voice, that seems to just appear whenever I'm around animals or babies. She giggled with the sweetest little smile.

"Morning." Faith also smiled as I sat down next to her on the couch. "So last night Harry seemed to be a little..." "mean." I finished her sentence. "Well yea." She breathed out a laugh. "He's a mean drunk. It really doesn't bother me to be honest. I find it hilarious." I chuckled. "I'm glad, I was a little concerned." "The first time we went out together it was a bit of a shock to the system but over the years I realised that it's just how he reacts to alcohol."

After a good chat with Faith I headed back upstairs to check on Harry. I slowly opened to door to see Harry front down on the bed with his face turned towards the door. I walked towards him and squatted in front of him. "Harry." I whispered as my hand gently stroked his face. He groaned. "Have some paracetamol love." I grabbed the pack from the nightstand. "My head hurts." He slowly opened one of his eyes. I smiled at him "I know. Sit up for me."

He pushed himself up and turned over so he was sitting against the headboard. He took the tablet along with almost the entire glass of water. "Was I mean?" He asked quietly. I laughed "Uhm... I've had much worse." He groaned as he covered his face with his hands. "Sorry." He mumbled. "Don't be. You were completely gone with the fairies." I said sarcastically. He chuckled but then winced, probably from the pounding headache. "Go back to sleep. I'll have breakfast downstairs when you're ready." I quickly pecked his forehead. "You're too good to me." He replied as he returned to his previous position.

[inmyheaddd]

mirror magic - g. hawthorne x reader

wc: 570 summary: mornings with grayson and your toddler a/n: baby fever + girl dad grayson fever going crazy!! masterlist

grayson was headed off to a meeting in about an hour, but right now, he was about to drop off your 3 year old daughter, freya, off at her ballet class.

in freya’s room, you were doing her hair while the little girl was playing with her toys on the floor.

grayson stood leaning against the doorway, admiring the scene. the two halves of his heart, his whole world in one room. if he could stay here for the rest of his life, he would.

you noticed his presence, you always did, and without tearing your gaze from the task at hand, you called out, “hi honey, we’re just doing her hair for ballet, we’ll be ready soon, right, freya?”

 grayson nodded in response, “take your time sweetheart, no rush”, he too in love with the scene infront of him, and freya hummed, not fully paying attention to what you were saying. 

her toys were much more interesting.

you looked at grayson with a smile before turning your attention back to freya’s hair. “alright! all done, i’m gonna go pack your bag sweetie, okay?” you said as you stood up

 “okay mommy, thank you so much!” she exclaimed, hugging your legs.

you felt like melting on the spot, you had the best kid anyone could ever ask for. “aw sweetie,” you cooed with nothing but complete admiration, picking up your daughter and placing her on your hip. “of course, i love you” you placed a kiss on her forehead, then set her back down.

the way her nose scrunched when you kissed her was something you’d cherish for life.

you walked to the desk on the other side of the room, and grayson came up to you.

“do you see that? she’s growing up so fast, gray.” you said with an absentminded smile, while you packed her bag.

“i know, my love. i hop-“ grayson’s voice trailed off at the sound of your daughter's voice.

freya had made a new discovery that you added to her room yesterday: the mirror. 

“you’re so pretty!” she said, her voice dragging out the last word, with a beaming smile spread across her face. she fiddled with her hands in front of her, slightly swaying side to side.

both of your heads turned to see who she was talking to, then turned back to share a confused look.

“mom! dad! that girl’s so pretty!” she said, pointing to the mirror.

your hearts both swelled at the realization, a smile immediately finding your faces.

this time, you shared a look that said “i’m about to cry right now.” 

“yes baby, she is so pretty, that’s you!” you told her softly.

freya didn’t seem to understand, her eyes still dazed and focused on the mirror infront of her. “she looks so pretty,” she whispered.

grayson walked over to her and crouched to meet her level. “honey, that girl is you!”

 “ohhh,” she said, tearing her gaze away from her father and looking back in the mirror. “really?” the smile on her face was priceless. 

“yes, love, it’s you,” the smile on grayson’s face was almost as big as his daughters.

 “i look so pretty,” she said almost to herself. then, her voice picked up, like she came to a new conclusion: “i look like mommy!”  

you were the one admiring the scene now, with a hand on your heart. how could’ve you got so lucky? you had the best husband, and the sweetest girl ever.

grayson’s head turned to look at you, with a lovesick smile on his face. “yeah, you look so pretty, just like your mommy.”

[groundbreakingdot872]

the tags roasting that old man in dragon fire ! Lol

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again

21st century Merlin is an absolutely horrific driver. The worst.

[taniushka12]

finished the nursery rhymes quest yesterday and ive got, questions. (spoilers ahead) so, the Hero clearly represents Saga

at first I though the Child doll was supposed to represent Logan, and while i found it strange that the Mother doll didn't resemble saga I just thought Well, She's Already The Hero, Right? Cant Have Two Sagas

but I got to the end of the quest, got the Father doll, and I get it now:

Mother, Father, Child-> Freya, Door, and itty bitty baby Saga

the Wise Elder fits both Anderson brothers (Odin's lack of an eye, Tor's hammer) and many of the rest are animals so im not counting them

now what I wonder is, Who, if any, are supposed to represent the Maiden, the Monster, and the Trickster?

cant remember any character who wears a bag, and the detail of the monster having supposedly blonde hair puzzles me a bit, i dont know if its significant, foreshadowing, or just a fun little detail. of course you could interpret the trickster as scratch, which Would make sense, but seeing as all the others have a visual design similar to the characters they represent i just find it odd he'd be So much different 🤔���

[arvolna]

Freyr: OMG YOURE SO TALL YOU ARE LIKE A GIRAFFE!

Odin disguised as Tyr: and you're like a baked bean.

Freyr: A-A BAKED - A BAKED BEAN?!

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Freya, talking with Njörd: So as I was saying Father, Freyr and I will sneak up from-

Freyr, high af:Quack quack

Freya:... Sneak up from-

Freyr: Quack quack

Freya:... From-

Freyr: Quack quack

Freya:... I will sneak up from behind and attack while Freyr goes up to them as a bait with his Quacking.

Freyr: OH QUACK NO!

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Hildisvini: Are you high again?

Freyr:... No.

Hildisvini: your dad is gonna beat you up.

Freyr: Nuh uh.

Freya: tf you mean Nuh uh??!!

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Nerthus: Freyr is this... What í think it is?

Freyr: Oh yeah mom those are my girlfriend's underwear I'll bring it to her tomorrow.

Nerthus: I MEANT THE PIPE-

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Freya: So I was helping kratos cook yesterday and he-

Freyr: decided to break up with you and said that the wants to marry me and make me his own?

Freya:... No? WTF?

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idk it's the best I can think of.

Freyr: love you all <3333

[lumi-koneko]

My htf ocs !!

I haven't shown much of them here,, i made this art yesterday and I'll write some information about them!

Blossom

Age: 19

Occupation: DJ/Y2K music producer

Sexuality: Bisexual and Asexual

Species: Rabbit

Relatives: Cuddles(Boyfriend), her mother

Type of deaths/injuries: Impaled, decapitaded

Freya

Age: 31

Occupation: Police officer

Sexuality: Lesbian(sapphic)

Species: Bear

Relatives: Flippy(younger brother)

Type of deaths/injuries: Crushed(she rarely dies,like her brother)

Zeena

Age: 28

Occupation: Scientist/Nurse

Sexuality: Aroace

Species: Kangaroo

Relatives: ?

Type of deaths/injuries: Sliced,explosion

Here you go!! It isn't much since i haven't thinked through😭😭 I'll add more information if its necessary !!

[moose-in-jeans]

She sees and loves your addition (thank you!!)

She doesn't even know

[marzipanandminutiae]

hey ! I'm the anon who sent in a historical fiction ask yesterday, just checking in to see if you got it

hey ! do you have any high society intrigue historical fiction recs a la poison or protect by gail carriger & a restless truth by freya marske ?? really craving some rn

Hello! I did and it is above; I was wracking my brains to see if I could think of any.

And...I couldn't. Sorry! I don't really read a ton of that plot genre; I read A Restless Truth (and mostly enjoyed it, although the part where one of the sapphic love interests makes herself look like a man via magical illusion while they're making out was very off-putting- I want to read SAPPHIC love in the sapphic love scene, not an unexpected man or the appearance of one! and her love interest being into it when she's implied to be the lesbian of the two was just weird. but I digress) but I can't think of much else I've read in a similar vein

any recs, followers?

[dollygirl808]

Ch 1 of A Helping Paw

Obsessive! Werewolf/Weredog 141(+extra) x Chubby! OC Freya

Freya was just trying to have a nice, relaxing getaway vacation with her boyfriend to her old childhood home, to get away from the loud, crowded city, when a big, kind of obsessive dog quite literally forced his way onto her lap and into her life. All of a sudden, there's a second dog. Then another, and another, until suddenly she found herself with a whole pack of dogs! Little does she know, they're all werewolves, not real dogs, and they're all a little (lot) in love with her.

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Freya breathed in the crisp, fresh air of the back country as she settled in the handmade wooden bench swing, thick legs tucked under her and curled up in what was probably a real furred blanket, thermos cup sat in her lap and a book held in her hands. She was finally going to get around to reading the book she brought with her, a collection of spicy monster stories to pass the time.

It only took her a week and a half to open the thing, already over halfway done with her getaway vacation, that she was supposed to spend the majority of time being with her boyfriend, Jake.

Of course, he had to complain about it being too cold even though it was technically summer and wasn't even snowing, and then he got sick and acted like the world was ending. Even though it was more likely just sinuses acting up due to the pressure changes, and he was only sick for three days.

They had a couple of cute date nights, one even in town at the most adorable little seafood restaurant by the lake, another out shopping for cute memories and little knickknacks, and another inside watching an old movie she loved as a kid on the nice big wall-mounted TV in the living room, eating popcorn and deer jerky and local-made beer.

It had been really fun, in between all of their bickering little spouts where he nitpicked and insulted her childhood home, where she grew up with her parents and grandfather, pointing out all the small little differences and imperfect coloring in the wooden beams, all fit together by hand by her grandfather and great-grandfather.

But she wasn't here to fight, she was here to relax and get away from the stresses of the big city, clear her mind and get ride of her writers block.

So she sank into her book, gets a good thirty pages in before the sound of rustling leaves had her looking up, and spotting a massive, chocolate brown dog standing just outside of the treeline, striking baby blue eyes standing out against the fur.

She can't tell if it's some sort of wolf dog hybrid or maybe just an all brown German shepherd, albeit a massive one. Perhaps a wolf German shepherd hybrid? She blinked at the dog curiously, setting down her book, and it broke eye contact first, glancing down as it sniffed at the grass.

It just sort of lingered in the area, nosing around the grass and occasionally glancing up at her, fluffy brown ears perked foward. Doesn't approach, doesn't bark, doesn't show any aggressive signs.

From afar she can sort of see a black collar around its neck, so she assumed it was just a neighbor or hikers pet who wondered off. Someone might come by to collect him, or call him back, or he'll just wonder off again on his own. She's pretty sure one of her closest neighbors has a dog for two, used to hear the bark or howl on occasion when she was kid.

Then again that was a long time ago- he might not even live there anymore, not that she's really had any time to say hi to anyone. Not worried about the dog, she goes back to reading.

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Freya sipped at her hot chocolate, then nibbled on her local treat she bought when she went into town yesterday as she finally gets to the fun part of the story, when suddenly she heard the old steps creek and looked up only to be met with bright blue, curious eyes. She let out a shocked shout as she spotted the dog much closer than before, two paws on the bottom steps of her porch.

He had managed to sneak up on her completely silently, not that she was particularly paying attention to it with her nose in her book, but it still startled her.

She took a calming breath to help ease her nerves as he climbed the steps with a bit of hesitancy, head ducked and ears relaxed, like he recognized that he'd scared her- even if only briefly. She tried not to panic as it stood between her and her front door, blocking her only reasonable escape. It wasn't here to hurt her, probably, but that didn't mean she loved feeling trapped.

"Hi pretty boy," Freya cooed softly, staying where she was, "Are you friendly? Can you sit?" She asked, and the massive pup took a few more steps forward before sitting down in front of her, tail thumping softly against the wooden panels.

"Oh, that's a good boy," She praised, and carefully held out her hand knuckles first incase he decided to give her a warning nip. He sniffed curiously at her fingers before giving her whole hand a lick, long tongue lapping between her fingers.

She took that as a sign of friendship and gently pat between his ears, and immediately he stood up and bullied his big head onto her lap, nearly knocking over her thermos and little bowl of snacks.

It made her laugh, and she ruffled the fur on his neck while checking his collar for a name, and maybe the number of his owner if they were responsible. After some amount of struggling, considering he kept nosing at her arms with his long muzzle and practically demanded to be pet more, she found out his name is Soap and managed to dial the number on the back of his tags.

It immediately goes to voice-mail, and she's not too surprised or dissapointed, good consistent service is hard to get out here, so she left a message, "Hi! My name is Freya and I think I've found your dog, Soap?" He perked up at his name.

"He just wondered up to me on my porch, beautiful big brown boy, he hasn't given me any trouble or anything. I'm not sure if you live close, I used to live out here in the country side and I moved away a few years ago, but I'm just here on vacation. Anyways, give me a call back whenever you can and I could drive him back to your house or we could meet up somwhere in town, depending on where you live. Promise he's safe with me for the time being and I'll take care of him as best as a can until then, but I hope to hear back from you soon." She hung up then, putting her phone away as she pet him.

"Guess you're stuck with me for a while, huh boy?" She asked, rubbing her thumb over his ear, "Let's get you some water, yeah?"

Soap backed up to give her room as she stood up, gathering her little blanket and cup and snacks and book in her hands before leading him inside, dumping everything on the couch before digging through the bottom cabinets and looking for her grandfather's dogs old bowl, buried behind pots and pans. It's just a cheap flimsy metal bowl with a little raised bone on the front, and she fills it up in the sink before placing it down on the kitchen tile.

Only after she stood up did he lap at the water, and Freya left him to it as she went to her bedroom to get changed, he was going to need some food after all, and a few leftover peices of turkey wouldn't cut it. He was absolutely massive, after all.

It took her a moment, but eventually she settled on the outfit she wore when she went into town on the first day, a long white skirt with roses and a high slit along with a long sleeve red top that had a sweetheart neckline. There are only a couple of months where it's actually warm enough to show some skin, and that's why she was here at this time of the year instead of any other.

It would be hard to fully enjoy a getaway vacation with her boyfriend if they were both bundled up under layers and layers of proper winter gear, after all.

She dug around in a closet for an old leash, it's leather and peeling but it'll have to do. She hoped Soap wouldn't give her any trouble being leashed up.

"Soap, come on boy. Wanna go for a car ride?" She asked in a high pitched voice, half bent over and half leaning on the back of the couch to do the strap on her red and tan platform wedge sandals, with little bows over the edge of the open-toed shoe. Her toenails were painted white match her perfectly manicured nails, this was supposed to be a lovers getaway vacation after all.

Soap abandoned the bowl as soon as she called his name, nearly running into her legs in his excitement. He lapped at her tan calf peaking out through the slit in her skirt and let out a happy ruff.

He tried to nose and sniff at her crotch through the skirt no less than three times while she attempted to do up her other ankle strap, but eventually stopped and sat patiently when she just pushed his wet nose away with a playful scolding every time.

Freya opened the back door to the red truck, and he hopped in before she could even say anything. She gave him a quick pat between the ears and some praise before climbing into the driver's seat, tossing her brown bag and leash onto the passing seat and connecting her phone to bluetooth to play music.

Just after she's buckled up and about to turn on the car, Soap jumps over the center console and sits himself in the passenger seat instead, kicking her things into the floor space as he settled on his side, body laid over the console and big paws and head in her lap.

She attempted, and failed, twice to lift him up and get him off of her, at least put him on the center console instead of on her lap, but he doesn't budge even one inch, even thinks it's a bit of a game as his tail thumped happily against the car door. It doesn't take her long to give up, he clearly just wants to be close. Maybe this was what he was used to?

When she started driving, she took it very slow at first, wanting to make sure he wouldn't move around too much or misbehave. No one else is really around anyways, so she can afford to go like 20 miles an hour while she tests the waters. To his credit, the pup behaves perfectly and eventually she speeds up to the speed limit, and it only takes them an hour to get into town.

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After parking she turned the car off, took off her seatbelt and leaned over the fluffy menace to get her bag and the old leash, resulting in a few slopy doggy kisses to her face and neck that she has to wipe off when she sits up.

"Soap, gross!" Freya complained, half-smiling half scrunching up her face as she lifted the bottom of her skirt to get rid of the warm slober he left behind.

She hooked the leash on him no problem, then hesitantly opened her door and got out. "Come on boy, be good and don't pull me please," She called, patting her thigh to encourage him to come out. She tightened the leash in her hand when he stood up, but he only hopped out nice and easy, and stood next to her as she closed the door.

"Good boy, good boy," She cooed, patting between his ears. He soaked up the praise, nearly knocking her over with his weight alone as he leaned into her legs and touch, brown fluffy tail kicking up dust as it wagged.

She stepped back, snorting at the way he stumbled and almost fell without her support. "Let's go Soap, c'mon," She told him, holding the leash loose ad she walked forward confidently.

Immediately, he fell into step next to her, almost a perfect heel. Didn't stray far enough for any tension to be on the leash, only let his nose fall to the ground when a scent was particularly interesting, and barely paid a glance at people walking by, complimenting and cooing at him fron afar.

Freya thought that whoever owned Soap must be pretty good at training and raising dogs, because he's essentially a perfect gentleman. They walk into the local pet shot without any problems, and she said hi to the worker before trying to find him some food that he liked. That was the only problem they had the entire time.

She bought another bowl, because she only had one at the moment and he would need water and food at the same time. She also bought a few toys and chews, because she didn't need anything in her old family home to end up broken or chewed on, the entire house was made of wood after all. She even bought a new leash, a simple black nylon leash that wasn't pealing and practically as old as she was.

And if she felt a little ridiculous for buying all of these different things, despite the possibility that he'd be gone within the next couple of hours? Well, Soap couldn't possibly judge her for those things. Maybe she was being a little much, buying him toys and treats like he'd be sticking around for a while, but she needed something to do while her boyfriend was out and about without her, on a hike at a nearby national park with a tour guide for most of the day.

He'd be back either super duper late, around 3am or 5am, or he'd take a rest at a hotel and drive back in the morning and get home at around 10am. Either way she'd be alone for the day, simply because hiking with Jack wasn't very fun.

Not that she didn't enjoy it, she'd spent plenty of her childhood exploring the surrounding woods both with her father and alone. Hiking with him just felt like a massive production that was about doing it to brag that you did rather than because you enjoyed it, which really sucked all the fun out of it.

She had already promised Soap she'd buy him all those things, let him pick and choose which ones he wanted, so she couldn't possibly go back on her word now, even if she felt a little silly.

When the worker offered her a couple pieces of different kibble for him to sample after she explained her situation, he turned his nose up at all of them, some he didn't even bother to sniff before knocking them out of her hand or just completely ignored them. It was like he didn't even consider it edible!

To be fair it was dry dog kibble, but also on the other side wasn't he a dog?! Just what the heck was his owner even feeding him, anyways? Raw meat?

The idea clicked in her mind, and she sighed. "You're a spoiled boy aren't you?" Then she turned to the worker and asked about raw food, to which she sadly explained that they didn't have anything like that here, which wasn't surprising. Thankfully, she directed her to the buchers just on the outskirts of town who might be able to help. So, naturally, she loaded up her temporary pup and headed out there.