☆ Little Dino Adventures! ☆
Fandom: The Land Before Time
Characters: Reader & some stego fam, Cera, Ducky, Littlefoot, Petrie, Spike (platonic/found family)
Category: AgeRe/PetRe (non-romantic, non-NSFW)
Language: Your-name insert / Non-binary
Warnings: Some emotional distress / anxiety-inducing situations
Summary: Y/N wandered too far from their pack of fellow stegosauruses and took a bit of a fall while running from a sharptooth, ending up stuck. Luckily, the dino gang finds them and helps them get back to their worried mama and papa!
Y/N wakes up and greets the sun. Golden rays shine through the tall trees. They wiggle and shake to get their blood flowing, stretching wide, when all of a sudden… bonk!
They look around to see what hit them and realize one of their siblings, a wee bit younger than them, is digging in the ground around the nest.
Y/N: Sibling, what are you doing? Mama told you not to dig around the nest, you'll make it fall!
Sibling: Must… find… BUGS TO CHASE!
Y/N’s sibling suddenly goes bolting (well, as fast as a stego can bolt) and bonks straight into Papa.
Y/N: Oh… oh gosh… I’m gonna go over here.
Y/N wanders into a grass patch along the herd’s homeland and starts munching around until something catches their eye. A shiny but small object lies in the distance. They wander over to check it out, but it doesn’t seem to be getting closer. Instead, it seems… to be getting bigger? It grows and grows until Y/N finds themselves standing right in front of it. They sniff it and are repulsed. Suddenly, the gleam moves and grumbles. Y/N jumps back, and the pretty shine is revealed to be attached to a… SHARPTOOTH!
Y/N screams as the sharptooth takes notice of them. They run as fast and as far as they can, screaming for Mama and Papa, but seem to be getting further away from the pack with every step. The sharptooth snaps its jaws, trying to capture Y/N, but they are just out of reach. Y/N stumbles and rolls down the side of a cliff into a valley below. The sharptooth fails to follow, seemingly aware of the danger that could come from falling down there.
Y/N: Ouchie… hmph… where am I?
Y/N thrashes around, trying to get a grip on the earth so they can stand and get their bearings, but they’re stuck in spiky vines. They scream for help, but no one seems to hear. The vines taste too yucky to eat, and all hope seems lost… until Y/N hears a voice.
Ducky: Oh gosh, what was that scream… could it be something coming to EAT US??
Cera: Ducky, please. We’re the only ones here for miles. No carnivores either because of the terrain.
Littlefoot: Yeah! If anything, we should look where it’s coming from, someone might need help.
Ducky: What if it’s a trap??
Spike: No trap, Ducky. It’s safe here.
Y/N calls out and asks who’s there, hoping they will be able to help.
Littlefoot: Petrie, why don’t you fly over the vine pit and see if there’s someone in there? It sounds awfully close, and I don’t see anyone up here, so they must be in it.
Petrie: That’s a good idea, Littlefoot! Wait… why me??
Ducky: Because you’re the only one with wings, silly!
Petrie reluctantly changes course and flies over the pit, calling out to see if anyone will reply.
Y/N: Here! I’m here! Please help!
Petrie: Hello, Here! Don’t worry, we’ll get you out of there!
Y/N starts crying, both from fear and relief, small “thank yous” slipping out between sobs.
Littlefoot and the gang work together to remove the vines carefully, one by one. After a while, Y/N is able to touch the ground, and they all scramble out of the pit onto non-viney ground.
Y/N: Thank you guys, so much! Who ar you guys?
The gang each take turns to introduce themselves and Y/N does the same.
Cera: No problem! Just don’t go getting stuck in there again, you never know who might, or might not, be around to help next time.
Littlefoot: Cera! I doubt they meant to do this…
Petrie: I’m just glad I can fly and have good eyesight, you’re pretty small, friend.
Ducky: You look as big as my little brother. How old are you?
Y/N ponders and tries to remember their hatch date, but their memory is fuzzy.
Y/N: I’m not sure, actually.
Spike: It’s okay, you’re safe now, friend.
Littlefoot: Where are you from?
Y/N: I live up next to the grasslands, near the ravine. I let my curiosity get the better of me, and I ended up being chased by a sharptooth…
Y/N: I thought I was heading toward the herd, but I guess I went the complete opposite way and fell down here.
Littlefoot: We can help you get back, we’ve gotten past a few sharptooths in our adventures.
Petrie: Once we climb up there, I can fly above him and distract him so you guys can get back to the herd.
Littlefoot: Awesome plan, Petrie! You’re so brave today!
Cera: You can consider me proud, Petrie.
Spike: But how do we get up, though?
Littlefoot: We’ll have to go around the side a bit. Over there is pretty much a straight path up, but from there we’ll need to be sneaky since it’s still close to the sharptooth’s homeland.
Y/N smiles as the dino gang all put their heads together to form a plan. Once finalized, they begin the journey around the side of the hill. Petrie flies ahead to scout the sharptooth and acts as a mild distraction, allowing the others to sneak around and make a straight run for the stego homeland, where they are greeted by a herd calling out for Y/N.
Mama and Papa Stego see Y/N and their new friends and rush over to check on them.
Papa: Kiddo! There you are! We were worried sick! There’s a sharptooth nearby, so we were going to move a few miles away, but we couldn’t find you during headcount. Where were you?
Y/N: I may have had an encounter with said sharptooth…
Mama: My baby, I told you not to wander too far. I’m so glad you’re safe.
Mama Stego lays on the ground and brings Y/N closer, resting her head on their back, a dino hug of sorts.
Y/N: I’m sorry, Mama, Papa. I wouldn’t be back here if it weren’t for these guys!
(Y/N motions to Cera, Ducky, Littlefoot, Spike, and Petrie.)
Papa and Mama get up, walk over to the dino gang, thank them, and invite them to the new grasslands for a meal. They all walk together, sharing details of the adventures they’ve had.
