Fic request: Terzo spends the night at Female Reader's house (he enjoys sleeping over at her place, she likes doing the same at his) and has brought a small overnight bag AND WEENIE.
Anyway, later on, as he and reader are doing the do / steaming up her bedroom, Weenie has a little adventure that lasts the entire night (I wanted the adventure scene to be told a bit from her pov).
The next morning, when Terzo and Reader wake up, they see Weenie sleeping on the couch and find it to be the cutest thing ever.
Ohhhh I love the idea of Terzo having this little dog he is attached to ๐ฅน I guarantee she has all the โจ Sassโจ
For context: Weenie is basically an original character made up by @enchantedchocolatebars based upon the pictures of Papa III cradling a sweet little dachshund doggy.
Check out her fic Weiner Takes it all for an extremely cute Dachshund race and Terzo as a doggy dad
I originally wrote Weenieโs characterization on a romantic fall walk with Terzo in Paws and Effect ๐
I also wrote her in a very cute Halloween trick or treating/Bela Lugosi trivia fic with Terzo in For The Love of Bela ๐งโโ๏ธ
None of this has to be read first or in any order to enjoy this fic, it just explains the characterization in fun ways ๐ค
By Moonlight and Milkbones
Terzo brings his dog Weenie along for an overnight stay at your house, expecting nothing more than a cozy evening together. While the two of you are blissfully occupied behind closed doors, Weenie decides someone has to protect the neighborhood. What follows is one tiny dogโs very important moonlit adventureโcomplete with new friends, neighborhood patrols, a trove of treasures and a warm homecoming ๐ฆด๐พ
A03
Coupling: Papa Emeritus III x Female! Reader
Word count: 1790
The moment the front door opens, Weenie launches herself forward with all the enthusiasm of a creature who could never fathom the possibility that someone might not be thrilled to see her.
โThere she is!โ You laugh as the little dog scrambles up and into your arms.
Terzo follows behind her carrying an overnight bag over one shoulder, looking entirely pleased with himself.
โExcuse me,โ he says pressing a hand dramatically to his chest. โI came all this way and she received the greeting first?โ
You roll your eyes.
โYouโre a grown man.โ You tease with a grin.
โI am a very handsome grown man.โ He wiggles his eyebrows at you playfully. You laugh.
โAnd sheโs Weenie.โ You gesture toward her theatrically. As if to prove your point, Weenie licks the tip of your nose.
Terzo sighs heavily.
โI never stood a chance.โ
The little dog wags her tail harder. Victory.
She has missed you. She likes your house very much. She likes when Papa stays here. This is clearly a sleepover. She loves sleepovers. She likes when everyone stays in the same place so she can keep track of her humans. Everyone together. Everyone safe. Everyone where they belong. Simple. Perfect.
You take Terzoโs overnight bag while he gently kicks the door shut behind him.
โLong drive?โ
โTerrible.โ He says.
โLiar.โ
โFine. It was acceptable.โ
You laugh. Terzo smiles at the sound. Then you smile back. Then the smiling continues for an uncomfortable amount of time. Weenie sits between the two of youโฆwaiting. And waiting. And then waiting some more. Neither human seems interested in discussing anything important.
The evening passes as is expected:
โขDinner
โขTreats
โขcuddles
The humans are laughing. Her humans. Her Papa. Her favorite human. Everything is right as it should be. Until it isnโt. Eventually humans always become strange.
You and Terzo sit on the couch, his arm around your waist as you talk about everything and nothing simultaneously. Weenie is curled up nearby, half asleep, when she opens one eye. Something has changed.
Papa is looking at favorite human differently. Favorite human is smiling differently. The air has become suspiciously full of affection. Weenie sighs. Humans are such strange creatures.
Terzo gently kisses your forehead. Then your lips.
You immediately melt.
Pathetic.
Weenie sneezes.
No one pays attention.
A grave injustice.
Terzo starts towards the bedroom, beckoning you with a crook in his finger and a come hither motion.
โCome here.โ He smirks.
Thatโs all it takes for you to disappear down the hallway together.
Weenie follows. Obviously. She is part of this operation.
The bedroom door closes. Directly in her face. Weenie stares.
The door stares back.
She waits. Surely this must be a mistake.
A minute passes.
Nothing.
Two minutes.
Nothing.
A muffled delighted laugh drifts through the wood. The humans appear to be occupied. They sound happy. Good. But alsoโฆ
They had forgotten something.
Her.
The guardian.
The protector.
The most important member of the household.
Very well.
If they insist on abandoning their responsibilities, Weenie will just have to take charge of the evening herself.
With a determined huff, she trots away. Someone has to patrol the premises still. Clearly, that someone is her.
The humans have made their choice. They chose the bedroom and closed doors.
They have chosen to leave the protection in the paws of a small but highly capable guardian. Weenie accepts this responsibility. Someone has to.
She begins her patrol. First, the living room.
Clear.
The couch? Comfortable.
The blanket. Acceptable.
Papaโs overnight bag? Still suspicious.
She approaches it again. Perhaps she missed something earlier. A thorough investigation is necessary.
Weenie approaches carefully.
She sniffs one side. Then the other. Then the zipper.
After several moments of careful examination, Weenie reveals several important discoveries:
One shirt.
A small expensive bottle of liquid that smells terrible.
A crumpled receipt.
Then perhaps the most important discovery:
A sock.
Papaโs sock.
She stares at it.
This is valuable. Extremely valuable. It smells like Papa. It belongs to Papa. Therefore, it belongs somewhere safe.
With great determination weenie grabs the sock and begins the journey. The sock is long and determined to fight. Weenie is more determined.
After several attempts, one dramatic pause, and a very impressive amount of pulling, she successfully deposits her treasure onto the couch. Perfect. Papa will be proud.
She continues her patrol.
The house is quiet. Too quiet.
Then she sees it.
The door.
The magical small door that leads to the outside. Just her size.
Weenie has been through it several times before.
Outside is where the adventures happen.
Where squirrels live.
Where all the smells are.
And tonightโฆsomething is new.
The yard is full of stars. Not sky stars. Ground stars. Moving stars.
Upon further inspection, she can see they are tiny glowing creatures floating through the air. Weenie freezes.
The light of the creature blinks.
Weenie blinks her eyes.
It moves. Then she moves.
A very serious investigation begins.
The glowing creature is strange. It does not smell dangerous. It does not bark or run away. It simply floats. Clearly it is either very braveโฆor very foolish.
Weenie decides to keep watch. She steps outside, the warm nighttime air surrounding her. The grass is cool beneath her paws. She notices nighttime smells different. The world smells different after dark. There are secrets everywhere.
A flower that has opened.
A bird that has gone to sleep.
A rabbit that had crossed the yard hours earlier.
Evidence. All of it.
Weenie has work to do.
She follows the path of mysterious smells and important discoveries.
First comes a fence. A normal fence during the day, a suspicious fence at night. She sniffs it carefully.
Nothing. Acceptable.
Then came the tree. The tree is home to something. Something that had made noise earlier. Weenie looks upward. A squirrel stares down at her. A silent body language conversation ensues between them.
โI see you.โ says Weenieโs stature.
The squirrel flicks its tail. Its composure says:
โI have seen many things.โ
Weenie considers all of this. The squirrel is strange, but perhaps useful. An alliance could be formed.
She continues her journey.
The neighborhood is awake in small ways.
A porch light glows.
A television plays softly behind a window.
Someone laughs somewhere far in the distance.
Everything is different at night. Everything is important. Everything needs inspecting.
Weenie is almost completed with her inspection, and thenโฆa scent drifts toward her on the warm nighttime breeze.
Weenie stops. Food. Interesting.
She follows it with purpose and dedication.
Two houses down, someone is sat on their front porch beneath a string of warm white lights, a paper plate balancing in their lap. Soft music drifts from a little speaker beside their rocking chair.
The woman looks up as tiny paws click along the sidewalk.
โWell hi there!โ
Weenie stops. Tail wagging in recognition. This is the nice lady.
The nice lady always bent down to scratch behind her ears whenever she and favorite human have walked by previously.
The nice lady laughs.
โI know you!โ
Of course she does. Weenie is unforgettable.
โWhat are you doing out so late sweetheart?โ
Weenie blinks. Working. Obviously.
The nice lady reaches into a small tin beside her chair.
โIโve got one milk bone left!โ
Weenie sits down immediately. Professionalism matters.
โOh! So polite!โ The woman laughs.
The biscuit is accepted with the dignity it deserves.
As Weenie crunches happily, another porch light flickers on across the street.
โMarjorie?โ An approaching voice calls out. โYouโve got Terzoโs little dog!โ
โI do!โ
Another neighbor wanders over.
โOh my goodness- itโs Weenie!โ
Her tail somehow wags even faster. These people know her. Excellent. Her reputation continues to grow.
โWhereโs your Papa tonight?โ The second neighbor asks, rubbing beneath her chin.
Weenie considers this. Papa isโฆ
Busy.
Humans became very strange during sleepovers.
The neighbors exchange amused smiles.
โI bet heโs over at his partnerโs house.โ
โIโd say so.โ
โShould we call someone?โ
They all look down at the tiny dog.
Weenie looks back up with complete confidence.
Nothing about her suggests she is distressed or lost. If anything, she looks as though she has appointed herself neighborhood security.
โI think she is just making her rounds.โ Marjorie chuckles.
โI think youโre right.โ The second neighbor agrees.
โI have just the thing!โ The first neighbor smiles while pulling out a gold sparkly ribbon from their pocket. Gently, they tie a perfect bow around Weenieโs collar.
โThere! Our own official neighborhood watch dog!โ
Weenie wags her tail happily and sits proudly, chest puffed out. The second neighbor approaches Weenie and bends down, producing a brand new Tennis ball from behind their back.
โHere ya go Weenie! A treat for all your hard work!โ
Weenie gently takes the ball into her mouth and stands up, tail wagging excitedly.
The neighbors watch as Weenie proudly trots away, biscuit finished, tail held high.
โGoodnight officer Weenie!โ One of them calls.
Weenie doesnโt know what an officer is, but it sounds important. She accepts the promotion.
Now that the neighborhood is deemed safe enough, Weenie proudly carries home all of her treasures.
Once back inside, she begins arranging them around herself on the couch and decorative pillows. Slowly, the tired puppy curls up cozily, tucking Papaโs sock beneath her chin. Barely any time passes at all before Weenie is softly snoring on a bed of her own making.
The next morning, Terzo wanders into the living room, hair adorably disheveled, expecting an enthusiastic greeting from his faithful companion.
Instead, he freezes.
โTesoroโฆโ he whispers.
You step beside him. Hair messy.
There is Weenie. Fast asleep. One ear lazily flopped over. Tiny paws twitching as she vividly dreams. Papaโs sock hugged tightly against her chest. A tennis ball beside her. A ribbon on her collar. A daisy entwined in her fur. Then a slightly crumpled sticky note, peeking out from beneath her back paw. Terzo picks it up and reads it quietly, and immediately starts laughing. Not loud enough to wake her, but still a genuine laugh that crinkles the corners of his eyes. You read it over his shoulder.
โNeighborhood patrol complete. She accepted one biscuit, supervised the block, and was the sweetest visitor we have had here all week. Please tell officer Weenie she is welcome any time. โ
Marjorie.โ
You look at Weenie. Terzo looks at Weenie. Neither of you have the heart to wake your tiny adventurer. Instead, Terzo crouches beside the couch, gently brushing a fingertip along her little head. Gently, he whispers with absolute conviction:
โBrava, mia piccola. The neighborhood was safe last night because of you.โ
Somewhere in her dreams, Weenieโs tail gives one tiny sleepy thump of acknowledgement against the couch cushion.
Taglist โค๏ธโ๐ฅ: @iputhepinprincess @enchantedchocolatebars @gh0ul-dinner @haunted-with-ink-art @a-perpetual-rise @kosem-sultan167 @genxgigi
