Thinking about dog shifter!reader who, when little, would lie in your mothers lap during slow evenings and simply enjoy the peace she brought you
Of course, that was back when you were a pup, small and soft and easy to love.
Nowadays, you're nothing anyone wants to cuddle. A giant anatolian shepherd, you can remember clearly the day your mom told you the weight was too much, and you'd simply have to curl by her feet. Age has changed you just as war has.
No one wants to hold you, too big and awkward to fit in anyone's lap.
That is, until you meet ghost, your new lieutenant. A giant of a man, even in your human form he easily outclasses you. Of course, ghost has worked with plenty of shifters before, killed plenty too, he knows exactly how to read your body language.
Meaning it almost takes you off guard after a bad mission when he drops a heavy hand on the back of your neck like he's scruffing a pup, grunting "with me, runt."
"Go on, shift." He orders you in the recroom he just locked that you're pretty sure he shouldn't have keys for. Maybe you see him a bit as a pack leader, so you shift without asking why.
Only for him to bodily haul you onto his lap, entire couch sagging with the weight of you both. He doesn't groan about how big you are, or how your claws dig into his jeans.
He only cards two hands into your fur and gently scratches until you let your mind really sink into it.
Because for ghost, you aren't too big. Your ugly parts, your neevous habits, all of you. He can handle it if you'd just let him.
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