would you ever consider writing x reader scenarios for some of the goobers from sandrock? fang has my entire heart and. akgsjahaj. yea.
First of all, thank you so much for the ask/request (it’s my first ever—literally my first ever) I am so thankful to you and appreciative of you. Secondly, yes! The following was supposed to be Fang then Logan but it got kind of long, so Logan will be posted soon along with other scenarios. I really hope you enjoy it (and I hope this is what you asked for--I am very monkey brained (⸝⸝⸝>﹏<⸝⸝⸝)).
Yours & Fang's Honeymoon
SFW ~ female reader
Seasons have passed since you first arrived at Sandrock. You’ve helped repair the town countless amount of times. Helped solve the mysterious case of Logan’s Gang, helped repeal an invasion, helped bring some green back to this dusty town. Now, you stand behind your husband, the town doctor who sits by the table, elbows on top of it, both hands clasped together holding up his head, eyes closed as you lovingly brush his long, luscious locks. She’s so gentle …
These days are much calmer. It’s a steady pace. Each day, the pair of you eat a well-balanced breakfast (Fang’s idea—he insists), and as you two are about to part a goodbye kiss. He cups your face, big teal eyes staring deeply into yours. He smiles—he’s been doing that a lot lately. His long hair flowing in the breeze … He’s like a dream. As you are to him.
Fang leans forward and meets your face in a gentle kiss. “Remember: pace yourself. Eat lunch. If you need me, have someone get me.” You nod your head, every morning he says the same thing.
“Oooh how sweet,” X interrupts in a sweet motherly voice much to the dismay of your husband, his normal blank look returning. But he smiles once more before making his way to the clinic, yet X stays behind, for you have a cracker. He squawks affectionately as you rub his black feathers before flying back to Fang. Off to work for you.
It was a normal day, nothing out of the ordinary … until Cooper comes in. Fang just looks at him, waiting to say what's wrong. But Cooper immediately regales him of the recent events. He won’t stop talking. How does she do it? He is reminded at his wedding how Cooper once cornered the two of you and spoke about marriage, babies, then somehow about rutabagas … He remembers your face, smiling, hurting, but stilling smiling, nodding the whole time. He closes his eyes, imagining your face, how strong you are.
But Cooper … Won’t. Stop.
Fang, eyes wide, walks up to ‘the sign’ and points to it. Cooper narrows his button eyes and starts to read it out allowed. Fang grunts once and points to it again. Suddenly, Mabel struts her way in yelling at Cooper. It’s so loud between the two of them but Mabel is an angel. “Fang, honey he got scratched by a chicken,” she lifts up her husband pant legs to show some scratches and such, “think ya can disinfect it?”
Finally, Fang nods his head and gets to work. A few minutes later Mabel chases Cooper away so she can pay for him. “Thank you, Doctor.” He nods once. But she’s not leaving, almost studying his face, “ya know I heard from someplace that in the old days, before the Day Of Calamity, that newlyweds would on honeymoons. Ya know like vacations for people who just got married?” She's explaining to him as though he doesn’t know … he knows but never really thought about it. “Coop and I went on one. It was lovely, it was just a weekend long, but we to Portia, stayed there for a spell.”
Where is she going with this?
“So, maybe … perhaps, you and the builder can go someplace nice, just for the two of you. Ya’ll been working so hard and now since everything has simmered down. It may be nice to find some time for the both of ya’ll.”
“I uh …” It would be nice. But he’s busy … Let alone her.
“And don’t worry about us. We’ll all handle fine without you for a few days. And Mi-an can take some of the load off from your dear wife. I think she’ll even like it! Plus, we all owe you as well. During the Duvos invasion, you helped out so many people.” He blushes a bit. It’s true though, after the invasion, while his then future wife was busy fixing and rebuilding, he was busy fixing up everyone. “Think about it.” She smiles walking out.
Now evening, Fang is walking home. The sky dark but your house is illuminated, he watches from afar as you continue to craft certain ingots, cloth, and other miscellaneous objects. She does work too hard …
Once he makes it to the house, you tell him to give you a minute, but he grabs your arm. It is as gentle as a breeze, but you are pleasantly surprised at his assertiveness. “Why don’t we go on this … honeymoon?”
Days later, you and Fang stand by the bus station—Portia was the best place to go. Close enough so that Fang could come back for an emergency, but far enough to be a change of scenery. There both Mabel and Trudy walk up to you two. “So happy you took my advice dear.”
“Yes! And Builder, don’t you worry Mi-an is all too happy to help out. After all, ever since things calmed down a bit, the commissions aren’t as … urgent as before. Nonetheless, the town got the both of you a little something.” Trudy hands you a little bag containing snacks from Owen, and a little pouch full of Gols. You try to hand it back, “no, no, it’s a little thank you from all of us to the two of you.”
“We all chipped in.” Mable twirls her dress almost like a giddy schoolgirl. “And Elise will be glad to watch over X.”
Soon the bus comes, and the two of you sit side by side, waving (well you at least, he just smiles) back at the two women. Along the way, Fang can’t help but admire all the things that you helped create, the bridge, the tunnel. When he looks over at you, you’re sleeping, head on the window. But he won’t have that. He laces his arm behind your neck and pulls you in, gently resting your head on his shoulder.
Hours later, the bus arrives to Portia. You wake up on Fang’s lap, as he snacks on some bread. Seeing that you’re awake, he pulls some off and places it near your mouth. Still hazy from the nap, you glare at it before eating it. Finally sitting up and with a big wide stretch—no wait, you almost forgotten how green the grass is. Of course, the green only started to return to Sandrock, but still … “We’ll get there,” almost as though he knows what’s bothering you, “the greatest things take a little time.” Fang holds your hand firmly with that beautiful smile of his.
The two of you step off of the bus and just stand there. What are you guys going to do? … Well first of all, the two of you get a room, then walk around the town holding hands. It’s a little overwhelming, the quiet, the relaxing … at first. But soon, you both find your strides. Walking around as you lean in his arm.
Soon you hear a familiar voice, Ginger, the pretty red head that Fang helped a season or two back. She seems a bit upset that no-one told her the two of you were coming, none the less, she shows you both around the town. Upon at one point, you look at your husband, and you notice how he watches her, making sure his treatments were working. And there are, as he seems, satisfied.
The next few days are as simple as can be: Running barefoot in the grass. Just sitting and listening to the waves crash. Fishing … as in actually fishing in water. Fang and you even played on the nearby swing set. You also meet some old friends, Mint and Albert. The latter who seems a little too happy to speak with you. Immediately Fang grabs your hand. Albert apologizes once he realizes that the two of you are on your honeymoon. Though you find it flattering, Fang is not amused … Across the way, you spend each night at the restaurant listening to the townspeople’s stories. You even meet their resident builder. Fang stays quiet while the two of your compare stories, share techniques, and even building blueprints.
One night at the restaurant, Ginger makes sure that you all gather and take a photograph, much to Fang’s dismay.
The Portia builder even helps Fang explore local herbs. He even meets with the local doctor, who is one of the kindest man you ever met. Both he and Fang hit it off. Immediately, your husband is asking questions. Answering in more than three words. You are so proud how far he came.
At night the two of you cuddle in each other’s arms. Drifting off into sleep with wonderful dreams. One night—the last night--the two of you even decide to sleep underneath the stars. The rustling of the trees and breeze from the sea … It was wonderful. (Plus, your new builder friend made sure it was safe.) You place your head onto his chest, feeling his chest go up and down, up and down. All of those seasons ago, little did you know what you were getting yourself into.
You are transported back to a newly appointed builder holding a help wanted paper for Sandrock. No-one else wanted it. It was a hopeless barren place. Yet it was there where your life truly began. Where you made your career. Your friends. And this man … Whom you love so much. You remember every Wednesday and Friday going to the far side of Sandrock to be his little test subject. Some were good … others not so much. But all to just catch a glint of his face. Now, you’re married to each other. Sleeping under the stars.
It was a wonderful few days. So simple, so relaxing. You two wait for the box for Sandrock with the same expression as you came. But this time, it’s bittersweet. You guys can’t wait to see X again, but you’ll both miss Portia. But like when you left Sandrock, you are not alone, the builder gifts you a copied book of their father’s blueprints and Ginger gifts you with a framed picture of that one night. Albert kisses your hand; Fang is still nowhere near amused.
On the bus ride back home, the two of you read through your notes. It’s amazing how those few days of relaxing and those bittersweet feelings of it ending led to a fire lit under both of your butts. You start to write up notes how to further improve the gardening while Fang makes notes to continue his free samples.
But today, instead of going to the clinic, Fang takes a turn to the cemetery. Placing a bouquet of wildflowers on his mother’s grave. For a while he stands there in silence before opening his mouth. Yet he hesitates to speak. Finally, he mutters out, “mother … she’s pregnant.”
