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

Paddington noticed the girl relax somewhat after his assurance that he didn't consider her weak or useless. She'd already proved capable by making it this far without her fiance's posses finding her. That he'd come looking, Papa possessed no doubt, for a man who'd force a young woman into betrothal was not a man who'd accept rejection. Clearly, the girl remained fearful of Paddington and his motives, and he couldn't blame her. Even the hulking Papa Bear would display wariness on encountering three creatures who dwarfed him in size and could rip his limbs off with their bare hands. Which made his action of pulling a hunting knife from his scabbard at the exact moment Rupert and Edward rushed from their hiding places even more stupid. What the fuck was he thinking? He regretted the decision immediately, but that was too late. She'd removed it from his grasp and he watched in slow motion her turn towards his youngest, the point of the blade on a collision course with his vulnerable stomach. It would tear right through his flesh and gut Teddy like a fish. A silent scream escaped Paddington's mouth, and a vision invaded his mind of Edward flopping around on the ground, groaning in agony and hand clasped to the bleeding hole in his torso, trying to push his entrails back in. Papa's massive paws covered his eyes. Seconds later on hearing Edwards voice sounding perfectly healthy he peeked between his fingers. The boy stood next to Goldie, rattling on about a fire and waving his arms. As suddenly as he'd appeared, he disappeared. Papa had never witnessed the boy so eager to undertake chores before in his life. Come, get on. Bearings recovered, Bear shifted his gaze to his eldest. The visage of Rupert, naked back presented to the girl, on his knees and patting his rump elicited a smile. Paddington was certain the ride he offered her wasn't the only kind he had in mind. As she consented, Papa teased her with his comments, hoping she hadn't noticed his brief loss of composure. Goldie, I like that. It suits you. Rupert's admired the girl's pretty face and mane of golden hair before she clambered onto his back. Her response to his jocular comments evoked a laugh from Paddington. It emanated deep in his chest and erupted from his mouth, the deep booming sound causing the birds in the trees to twitter and scatter through the canopy. Smoke signals and ravens you're a cheeky one, aren't you? Papa winked as Rupert moved to his feet. Before they'd taken three steps, she'd fallen asleep. Father and son walked in companionable silence, communicating through exchanged nods, smiles and body language. Rupert trod lightly, careful to avoid stumbling over tree roots or from falling down rabbit-holes so as not to wake Goldie, who slept peacefully on his back. Black smoke spiralled from the cottage chimney, visible when they arrived at the summit overlooking the Bear's abode. The front door was open and after they entered, Rupert glanced at the three chairs their visitor had tried out earlier. Unsure which one she'd found to her liking, he hesitated and tossed a shrug at Paddington. I don't know either, his Father whispered, Try mine. The largest of the three seats, it also contained the fluffiest cushions. While Rupert lowered her into her it, Edward scurried from the kitchen. He stopped by the door and stared at their visitor. I started the fire and peeled the vegetables. Anything else you want me to do, Papa? Rupert turned and rolled his eyes at his brother. Edward responded with a raised middle finger. Wake up Sleeping Beauty, Paddington ignored them, nudged his eldest aside and knelt by the chair at eye level with Goldie. I'll have Rupert and Teddy give you a tour, while I toss the hog on the spit and heat water for your bath. Lightness in his tone, he tapped her leg. Just promise to not break anything this time. There's only so much furniture to go around, and destroying it is my boy's job.