A/N Thank you for stopping by. This story is a quick and fun little tale of our couple's encounter with a cryptid. It began as an anonymous ask on tumblr, which read, "Oh no! Your OTP unexpectedly stumbles upon the cryptid of your choice. What do they do?
Thank you Nonnie. Here's what it became for me.
The Encounter
Beth and Daryl have spent more time planning the honeymoon than the wedding, and there's no doubt in either of their minds that this will be the best week of their lives. Just the two of them, alone, together.
When they finally arrive at Olympic National Forest in Washington State, they're both so excited they can hardly believe this is about to happen. It's going to be so perfect. They reserved a hike-in only campsite next to a beautiful stream, secured fishing permits, and made the hike along the narrow trail from their pickup to the sweet little spot.
They smile at each other suggestively when they see how completely isolated they are, even more so than they've been dreaming of.
It's late afternoon and they hurry to set up the tiny tent and unroll their sleeping bags. Of course it is, after all, their honeymoon and they can't resist taking some time to make a little love in the tent. Aw, what a life.
After they share some warm cuddles, then quickly dress and get out to try their hand at fishing, they're hungry. The little stream is full of fish and soon they've caught their supper. Daryl cleans the fish while Beth gets the campfire going, and they cook the fish on planks of wood, agreeing it's the best fish they've ever eaten.
They're just finishing up when they see the huge beast come stumbling through the tall trees and into the clearing. He must be at least eight feet tall and his entire body is covered in long fur. He looks in their direction, his big arms swinging as he makes a growling sound while taking long strides in their direction.
Right toward Beth.
She's petrified and Daryl's scared too, but he tries to act calm and in control for her sake. Damn, if only he had his bow, at least he can try to look and sound threatening when he lets old Sasquatch know he'd better back off.
Yep, he has no other option, he'll have to do this the old-fashioned way, bluff. He stands with shoulders squared and gives the big beast his fiercest look when he snarls, "This here is my wife ya loser, go get your own woman!"
It would be hard to say who was more shocked by Daryl's actions, Beth, the hairy beast, or Daryl himself. But just that fast, 'Squatch runs off, maybe he's not as tough as he looks. Beth grabs her husband, "Oh my gosh Daryl, I can't believe that just happened!"
He holds her in those strong comforting arms and does his best to sound like it was never a problem, "No worries. I got ya Baby, always."
She whispers, "You know that pretty little lodge we passed just before the park entrance?"
"Yeah, it looked real nice. I'll pack up our stuff."
"Oh Daryl, you're my hero."
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I hope you had a little fun reading it, I had a little fun writing it :) Please leave a comment. There's a chapter photo, that even includes their visitor, on my tumbler pages gneebee and bethylmethbrick. If you haven't yet, I hope you'll check out my WIP multi chap, Love's Long Road. Thank you again and remember, I love ya large! xo gneebee
