Thread: Fucked Up Fairy Tales (danidoo88 and Mr Quixotic)

In fine physical shape from constant hard labour in the fields, Papa Bear didn't break a sweat as he navigated in front of the girl. He moved with a sure-footed silent grace that belied his size and wouldn't betray his position, but he couldn't say the same for his sons. Rupert and Teddy's path he followed by the panicked squeaks and chirps their stomping boots elicited from frightened animals along the way. When he arrived at his hiding spot, they remained a hundred yards distant. Whoa. His attempts at appearing non-threatening hadn't worked if the girl's expression and the way she shrunk back after he'd revealed himself was any sign. Not that he could blame her. With his height and breadth, Papa probably loomed in her perception like a fairy-tale giant. A creature who could snap her in half like a twig. Her eyes darted side to side, yet she didn't try to flee. Likely because she knew it was no use, or she was too tired. Shoeless, in her tattered wedding dress and holding her side while she gasped for air, the blonde gave Papa the impression she could collapse into an exhausted heap at any second. When she straightened up and motioned for a moment to gather her breath, Paddington nodded and halted his approach. He stayed rooted to the spot while she spoke, careful to make no sudden moves or sounds that could inflame her fear. Eyebrows furrowed, he refrained from chuckling when she mentioned being no safer with them than alone in the forest. Someone had taught her about stranger danger, and the girl had a point. Once she silenced, he smiled, How will you get the funds to compensate us. By utilising your house-breaking skills again? and shook his head. I require no payment for a few meagre spoonfuls of porridge and a much-needed nap. Papa. From either side, the two boys broke out of the tree line, feet scrambling for purchase in the dirt and stared at Paddington and the girl. Will she come home with us?' Teddy's eyes lit up with excitement at the prospect. That's not my call it's up to the young lady. Papa continued to look at the girl while he spoke to his son. Pretty she was, and young and nubile. He knew what went through his boy's minds. She can risk our company or deal with the perils of the forest on her own. Orcs, Trolls, Big Bad Wolves and Cannibal Witches who roast children for dinner. That was going a little over the top, for those legends belonged to Faraway Lands, not the Bear's oasis. Mothers who live in a shoe. Except that last. No, Dad, we can't leave her. Trembling with restrained anger, Rupert glared at his Father. It's not right. She needs our help. Papa ignored him and continued on, addressing her directly. That's not even the worst of the dangers is it, Miss of the Golden Locks? If we tracked you, what about the man you were to betroth? Her attire allowed Papa to take an educated stab at the girl's circumstances. Do you believe he and his posse won't do the same? Stop it, you're scaring her. Teddy's plaintive cry sailed through the air. Not one to be deterred from his task, Paddington didn't pause for breath Once they catch you, they'll drag you back to the place whence you escaped and ensure you never encounter freedom again. If that's your choice, so be it. My Father, Aloysius, raised me to respect a woman's wish and that's how I've raised Rupert and Teddy as well. With that left hanging for her to contemplate, he met his the boys with a sombre expression and tone of voice that brooked no disagreement, Go home. Fists curling into balls, Edward reluctantly acceded to the directive. Be safe, he called out from his spot in the trees before he graced his Father with a look that could turn most mortals to stone and vanished back into the woods. Here, have these. Rupert stepped out onto the trail and stopped by her side. Disappointment darkened his eyes as he removed his shoes, dropped them next to the girl, then unbuttoned his shirt. Off his broad shoulders, it came, revealing a barrel chest. A faint trail of hair led down from his defined pecks to the flat of his stomach, his six-pack rippled from his exertions and Rupert's tanned skin glistened with a sheen of sweat. Even under the difficult circumstances, the exhibitionist of the Bear trio had found an excuse to display his physique. Rupert! The boy jumped at Papa's harsh bark and dropped the shirt at her feet. Take care, he whispered. Without a backwards glance at his Father, he joined Edward on the trail home. Paddington watched them leave and waited until their footsteps receded into the distance before he turned back to the girl. Two better sons a man couldn't ask for. It's been three years since my wife, their mother, passed, and the cottage isn't the same without the laughter of a woman. They miss her terribly. We all do. Walking as he talked, Papa closed to within a foot of the girl. You can fend for yourself or you can trust my word and return to the cottage where a succulent pork feast, a hot bath and a comfortable bed awaits. Not to mention, you'll be in the presence of three men big and ugly enough to make anyone who comes looking for you scurry off with their tail between their legs. It's your decision. He squeezed her shoulder, then entered the forest after his boys, having no fucking idea what card he'd play next if she didn't follow. Last edited Feb 4, 2019