#so yeah mine as a husband would probably be nice i guess

[todayisafridaynight]

How is Mine as a husband? Or do we only see him as a dad?

hold up which one of yall is seein him as a dad ????? 😭

[chuuyasheaven]

Lovely wife on the surface, freak under the sheets !! (Fyodor, Dazai, Chuuya)

TAGS. F. Dostoevsky, D. Osamu, C. Nakahara (separately) / Wife! Fem! Reader, p in v, oral sex, Fyodor’s might not be as spicy as the other two, masturbating (Fyodor), teasing, pet names, slight praise and degrading, slight brat taming (Fyodor, Chuuya), breeding kink (Chuuya), mentions of getting prego (Chuuya), might have grammar errors, etc.

NOTES. First two finals were good, yesterday in the english one, there was a task of writing a story and guess what I did? I wrote a cringy angsty soukoku fan fic 😭 but yeah small Drabble to feed y’all pookies!!!

F. DOSTOEVSKY

Everyone thinks you and Fyodor are a good match, because look at you! His pretty little wife who does everything she’s told, never thinking of saying ‘no’ to her husband.

But sometimes, you like being a little disobedient just to get punished by him. So that’s why you probably were fingering yourself, the cold wedding ring adding more to the pleasure. When Fyodor caught you, your legs were spread and your wet cunt was on display for him, so he obviously knew that you let yourself get caught on purpose.

“Such a naughty little wife, hm?”, Fyodor hummed as he slowly let his finger drag across your wet folds, picking up your wetness. “My, my, look at how wet you are, darling. Couldn’t even wait for me to come back, no? You know your fingers aren’t good as mine.”, he was right, his pale, long slender fingers could reach spots you never could on your own. “I know, but you took so long!!”, you whined, “Please help me out, Fedya.”, Fyodor chuckled, two fingers, going around your dripping cunt to avoid it. “I don’t know, a naughty wife who doesn’t follow her husbands orders shouldn’t get the pleasure they crave.”, wasn’t he right though? He specifically told you not to pleasure yourself when he wasn’t around, didn’t he?

“C’mon, Fedya, please!”, you begged him, moving around to get his fingers to touch your cunt at least once. “So desperate, aren’t we?”, he teased, a smirk making it on his face. “I’ll never do it again, promise. . You were gone for too long and I just missed you! Please, please, please, Fedya! Need your fingers in me.”, aw that’s cute, maybe he should give in to your pleas? “Do you think you deserve it, my dear?”, you better not lie and say something he didn’t wanna hear. “No but I’ll make it up to you! I will earn it.”, Fyodor really didn’t think of this answer, but went with it either way. “You’re gonna earn it?”, you nodded and sat up. “Promise.”, He was satisfied with that.

“Then come and earn it, love.”

D. OSAMU

Dazai wasn’t the possessive type, but when it came to you, his wife, then he might be. Especially when a man was flirting with you, even though you clearly have a ring on your finger! Luckily for you, Dazai was with you when this happened earlier. All that happened because of the dress you had on, a dress which was hugging your figure nicely, hell, if he didn’t know any better he would be flirting with you too!

Well, bless the heavens and the above for catching you before anyone else did, because you feel way too good than you should, he also had the privilege of ripping the very same dress of off you.

“You look way too sexier than you should, ‘donna.”, Dazai was working his tongue on your cunt, sending light vibrations to it by talking to you. You just nodded, being a little spent because this was going on for two rounds straight. “Oh, so you agree?”, he asks you, his hot breath moving further away from your cunt. “No, Dazai— don’t stop!”, you whined, but Dazai just chuckled deeply. “I gotta disagree with you on this one, sweetheart. . I think you’re rather divine, your taste especially.”, this teasing asshole, why was he asking you questions instead of making you cum for a third time. “My beautiful wife, thinking she isn’t sexy. . Maybe I need to convince her?”, Dazai was standing up, giving you the illusion of depriving you of your— much deserved in your opinion —orgasm. But no, he was far from done with you.

The amount of bliss you felt when he pushed his cock in you, nearly screaming of how sudden it was to you. “I think I already know how to.”, his hips started moving against yours while his hands were holding onto yours. Your moans were pulled from you again, you grabbed the sheets in the amount of pleasure he made you feel.

“Gonna make you feel so good, baby. . Just keep being such a good wife for me, ‘kay?”

C. NAKAHARA

Before your husband, Chuuya, came through the door, you were backing him a small cake. Just like a good wife should, also wearing a cute apron with the saying “Kiss the chef”. All went well so far and Chuuya walked through the door, not to greet you, that is.

You are a good wife, but sometimes you can be a little deceiving. A prime example being those photos you sent Chuuya at least a hour before his work ended, photos which included you in his favorite lace lingerie with the caption “miss you”. And what was your reason? Just to tease him a little, maybe a little motivation to work faster to get home earlier.

He was impatient, he’s been waiting for a hour to get home to you, just to not even get to the bedroom. That’s right, he was gonna take you right at the kitchen counter. Chuuya took off your shirt to see you were still wearing the set, a smirk was curving up on his lips. “You’re still wearing this, doll?”, he asked you, since you were bent over the counter he couldn’t see your smile on your face, but he could hear your giggle. “Yeah, just for you.”, you admitted in a teasing tone. “Just for me? Well then allow me. .”, he replied, pulling your lace panties to the side.

Chuuya wasn’t going slow at it, he was basically going so fast and hard that the counter legit started to shake slightly. His hips slapping against your ass, your moans filling the kitchen along side by his groans and breathy cursing. “Couldn’t wait for me to— mhm, fuck —to come home, hm? Sendin’ me photos of you looking so perfect sayin’ you miss me.”, he groaned, all you replied with was a moan. “Such a little slut, you jus’ wanted to get fucked, didn’t you? Teasin’ me at work just for a good fuck.”, Chuuya could feel his orgasm approaching, your cunt clenching around him only sped up the process.

“Ch–chuuya— ngh!”, you moaned out his name in bliss, Chuuya sped up the pace. “Want me to cum inside you, baby? Want me to fill you up so fuckin’ good?”, he asked in a low mocking tone, waiting for a response from you. “Y–yes! Ah— please!”, his cock twitched when you gave him the permission. “Yeah? Gonna fill you up so much you’ll be leakin’. . ‘till you might get pregnant.”, he didn’t really mean it, did he? It was all in the heat of the moment, right? Nonetheless, it turned you on with the way he said it. A deep chuckle was heard from him as he felt you clench down again. “You like that, doll? You wanna get pregnant with our child— oh fuck —you’re squeezin’ me so tight. . You sure you want it?”, you repeatedly moaned a yes, making him smirk. “C–cumming!”, you almost screamed, the amount of pleasure being a bit overwhelming.

“Yeah, just like that. . Take it like a good girl, baby. Hm— keep clenchin’ like that so nothin’ spills, understood?”

Hi again 😋 hope y’all are well fed now :3

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hi there!

If you still take stardew valley requests please write hurt/comfort with Shane and (gn) reader about Shane getting progressively more worried about the farmer each time they go mining because of all the injuries they get there to the point where one day he snaps and breaks down in front of the farmer. It would be nice if you could show shane slowly loosing his mind each day but that would probably make the fic longer so no pressure. just pls make sure theres comfort after the hurt, bad endings make me sad :(

Thank you in advance, and even if you choose not to write this i hope you still have a lovely day.

I'm always down for Shane angst <3

In my main file I fear he's like this bc I'm constantly coming back from the dangerous mines/skull caverns on like 1 hp at 1:50 am

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(Spring, Year 1)

"Hi, Shane!"

"God, what do you want now?"

"Nothing. I'm off to the mines." You grinned at the rugged man in front of you, holding up your pickaxe. "I'm shooting for level 120 this time, and hopefully I can pick up more gems along the way."

Shane raised a brow. "...and I care because?"

"You don't have to. Just thought I'd let you know."

'What? Like you think I'll go looking for you if you pass out? Forget it. Whatever happens is your own damn fault."

"I know the risks, but thank you." You politely answered, ignoring his blunt rudeness before checking the monster slayer guide. "The Adventurer's Guild wants me to slay a ton of bats...only 200 more to go."

""Adventurer's Guild?" Sounds stupid and childish." He grumbled, taking a swig of joja cola in his grasp. He was already running late to work, and he didn't want to get yelled at by Morris.

And he certainly didn't want you, the new farmer who made it their mission to annoy the shit out of him everyday, being the reason.

"Well it's neither of those things. It's actually thrilling." You chuckled, before digging an emerald out of your pocket. "I meant to sell this yesterday, but you can have it."

"...the hell? What am I supposed to do with this?" His brows furrowed at the green mineral you shoved into his hand.

"Keep it..for good luck, I guess?" You shrugged. "You can put it in your pocket and forget about it if you want. I just wanted to give you something nice. Plus, not to be weird, but...it kinda reminded me of your eye color."

Normally, any other villager would've been thrilled that you wanted to befriend them with gifts that reminded you of them.....

Yet Shane just stared at you as though you've confessed to stalking him.

"If you wanna give me something that's actually "nice", buy me a beer at the saloon next time." He sneered, brushing past you and continuing towards JojaMart, while you headed north of town, already knowing what you're gonna do tonight.

When you looked over your shoulder, you could see him pocket the emerald rather than throw it away despite him passing by several trash cans.

And you smiled.

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(Present Day)

"Awh, you still held onto that emerald even after all this time?"

"Yeah, so what? It was the first gift anyone's really given me.." Shane confessed, heat rising to his cheeks as he held the mineral between his fingers. "I never believed in all that crap about crystals and "energy" that Emily talks about. But..I just like keeping this one around. It's like...erm..."

"A testament to the start of our friendship and eventual marriage?" You cheekily grinned as you polished your weapon, before looking to your husband.

He nodded. "Exactly what I was gonna say."

"I know you so well." Chuckling, you walked over to kiss him on the cheek. "I'm gonna head to the mines, okay? Welwick says the spirits will shower everyone in good luck. I wanna see if the fabled prismatic shards really do exist."

Almost immediately, Shane froze..and he found himself wanting to desperately say "no" and convince you to stay on the farmhouse.

But he didn't know why.

From the moment he met you, he knew you sought adventure and profits in the mines, fighting all sorts of monsters for the Adventurer's Guild. He's seen skeletons, mummies, and golems caged up at Spirits' Eve festivals, but never the wild ones below the surface who attacked you relentlessly.

Yet you never let the constant dangers deter you from exploring.

Mining was exhausting work, yet rewarding every time you cracked a stone open to find a diamond or discovered a treasure chest. With the materials you've gathered, you were able to craft some rings to wear, enchanted with powers to help make your excursions easier and safer.

Despite being well-prepared, though, Shane did have his concerns...especially as once you came home after clashing with skeletons, a scar on your head from a flying femur bone that still hasn't fully healed.

You only went to Harvey to get it checked out after your husband--who was your boyfriend at the time--insisted on it.

Even before that, he'd see you around town, bearing a new bug bite, scratch, burn, bruise, or bandaid on your body.

It never worried him before, but after that skeleton incident, he finally understood that those monsters were real and you were seriously getting yourself hurt.

He'd go to the mines with you if not for his fears that he'll only make things worse. There's a good chance he'll slow you down and find himself getting swarmed by slimes, bats, bugs, and whatever the hell else was there....and he wasn't exactly the most fit to swing a sword or pickaxe.

Simple walks made him tired.

What good would he do?

"Shane? What's wrong?"

Blinking, he snapped out his thoughts and saw your concerned face. "Nothing, sweetheart." He dismissed, giving you a little smile. "Just be careful out there, alright? I'll take care of things here."

"Thank you, baby." Smiling back, you gave him a kiss before heading out the door with your backpack and tools. "Off to the bottom of the mines I go!"

Shane tensed.

"Wait-"

As quickly as the door opened, it slammed shut, and he was left by himself in the cabin.

It was an uncomfortable silence.

'Maybe I should've tagged along.....buh, what am I saying? They'll be fine. They do this all the time. Stop getting so worked up, idiot..' Clearing his mind yet again, he went off to check things around the farm for you, deciding to watch TV later on.

There was gonna be another Tunneler's game tonight, so at least he had that to look forward to.

Nothing like that, some good food in the fridge, and this cozy cabin he got to call home...

And it was all because of you.

If you could build everything here and still having the energy to go mining and fight monsters, why should he worry?

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1:20 AM

After a productive day, Shane managed to fall asleep early for once.

Only be woken up by the creak of the bedroom door.

Light almost immediately flooded his vision, stirring him from his slumber as he grumbled and tried to shield his eyes, wondering what time it was.

"Fuck..morning already-?"

"No, honey..it's...just me. Sorry.."

He blinked, sitting up to see that it was only you coming into the room, removing your rings. One of them served as your light source, yet it didn't hide the numerous scratched and bruises that littered your skin.

And they were all fresh.

"Babe, wha...are you okay?" Shane was now fully awake, watching as you peeled off your jacket and trousers, tossing them into the corner of the room before dragging yourself into bed.

Only then could he see your injuries up close and personal, and his heart began racing. "What happened? You look like hell."

"I'm fine, Shane. I just..need to sleep it off.."

"B-But...there's blood everywhere.." He mumbled, his eyes going to the clothes in the corner. "I can call Harvey-"

"No..don't. I already patched myself up. I'll be fine in the morning..I just wanna be here with you." Smiling weakly, you kissed him, before putting the prismatic shard into his hand. "Look. It exists...haha...it's so pretty, right? It's yours."

He didn't know what to say, staring dumbfounded at the mineral.

What hell did you go through to get this?

And as much as he loved it..why get it for him?

Why risk your life?

But when he looked back to question you further, you were already passed out beside him, looking peaceful despite the wounds on your body.

Eventually, he slid the prismatic shard under his pillow and laid back down, only to hesitate in wrapping his arm around you.

All he could do was gaze at your exhausted face..and the dried blood under your nose.

Least to say, he had trouble falling back to sleep.

..........

Ever since that night, Shane's grown increasingly worried over your safety during your mining trips. And it began to affect his usual routine around the farm.

In fact, calling it "worry" at this point would be a heavy understatement..

It became straight-up paranoia.

Whether you headed off to the mines or Skull Caverns early because of an "extra lucky day" or simply because you needed a specific resource, you'd always come back home the same way:

At later hours, with more injuries and bandages than last time, constantly on the verge of passing out and barely able to hold a conversation with him.

Of course, you'd have breakfast with him, and you'd never leave the farmhouse without giving him a kiss...but it did nothing to ease his mind, as he'd constantly see your wounds and dread whatever horror stories you were about to tell him.

Even though you're perfectly nonchalant as you talk about a serpent who tried wrapping itself around you and squeeze every last breath out of your body, it made Shane feel utterly sick to his stomach.

How could you be so calm after so many brushes with death?

He didn't understand.

On the surface, he seemed fine with you leaving. But when you did, he'd find himself turning to beer to calm his nerves..although most days he was able to resist the urge and occupy himself with farming tasks or video games.

Despite this, he hasn't outright told you anything. He knew mining was your passion and thought you'd chastise him for "worrying over nothing".

So he kept it to himself, thinking his anxiety was being stupid.

Then the final straw came the evening when he got a call from Harvey's clinic around 5PM.

One that he hoped to never hear:

You passed out, and were currently being treated for serious injuries.

He bolted out the cabin, all the way to the town square and damn near broke the door down. There, Harvey, Linus, and Marlon were at your bedside, the latter two having brought you in after seeing you fall unconscious in from of the elevator, covered in blood and shrapnel.

Fortunately, you were expected to make a full recovery with just stitches and some IV fluids to rehydrate your body...but you still owed Shane one hell of an explanation.

This time around, you landed in an "infested" area of the 100s, trying to use a bomb to kill off most of the monsters.

Only to trip over a stupid lava crab and drop the bomb after you just ignited it, damn near losing your leg trying to kick it away from you in time.

And by the grace of Yoba, you were able to limp your way back to the ladder, return to floor zero, where Linus so-happened to be passing by the mine entrance.

You gave the poor old man quite a fright, as he didn't know how much blood on you was from the monsters...or you.

In the end, the bomb left shrapnel in your flesh, searing your clothing and requiring stitches to ensure you didn't bleed out. You appreciated Harvey for his quick work and for Linus and Marlon for taking you to him.

However nobody in that clinic was more terrified over your condition than Shane, who was in disbelief that you were able to stand and walk back home with him after getting discharged.

He wouldn't talk to you, although his hands shook as he helped you into bed, still sleeping beside you like he did every night before this.

But this time...he had the worst nightmare possible.

He was down in the mines with you, except he felt stuck and couldn't do anything to warn you or save you from the impending danger.

It was like he was spectating a game, instead forced to watch as the bats and monsters made of shadows descended upon you with their teeth bared and claws out, tearing into your body. You had yelled for him to save you, to stop being useless, damning him for not stopping you from leaving...yet their horrible noises drowned out any further shouts.

Then you were gone.

You were gone and he failed you.

And it was all his fault.

It made him joltbwide awake at 3 AM, and he felt like his heart was about to burst from his chest. His mind kept going to you, constantly checking to make sure you're still breathing, unable to fall back to sleep for a while.

When he did, he was in tears.

..........

"No."

"Shane, I know last night was bad. But I'm not-"

"You're not going to the mines today. I mean it."

Dumbfounded, you gazed at Shane, who was physically blocking you from leaving the cabin. A scowl was written all over his face.

You sighed and rubbed the side of your head. "It's only the first few levels, honey. Willy needed bug meat for-"

"Right. The "first few" you say, and then I'll get a call from Harvey at 2 AM about you needing emergency surgery again." He gritted his teeth, tears coming to his eyes. "Whatever he or anyone in this damn town needs in those mines can wait. Why can't you just stay?!"

"I don't understand.." Your eyebrows furrowed. "You never cared before if I went there. What changed?"

"What changed....? What changed is that I've been having a lot more of sleepless nights lately! I can barely eat or do anything except worry and worry about you. And it's because...because..." He trailed off.

"Because what?"

"......."

You sighed. "Shane, if you're not gonna tell me what's wrong, then I don't see why-"

"Because you've been scaring me to death okay?!" His hands now gripping your shoulders as he stared at you. "You think you're invincible, but you aren't. What don't you get?! How badly are you gonna let those things hurt you?! Or be the reason YOU DROP DEAD AND DON'T COME HOME?!!" He screamed.

Your own eyes widened, stunned by his words..and eventually you saw the realization flash across his face as he blurted out his true feelings.

The ones he tried to hide from you, yet consumed him for hours upon hours whenever you left for the mines.

It made your heart plummet.

His breath hitched, and you then saw the tears beginning to fall from his greenish eyes.

"Shane..."

"[Y/n], you saved me from throwing my life away. And...i-it's like you're throwing away yours for no reason!" He sobbed. "Night after night, I have nightmares of seeing your limp body..a-and....and I can't save you. I can't do anything except scream and beg them to stop hurting you! But they never listen! A-And...I just...I-I don't wanna lose you. I can't lose you..."

He looked totally shattered, making you finally realize how serious this was.

Your guilt right now was immensurable, watching the man you loved fall apart right in front of you.

And it was your fault.

"Sweetheart, I'm so sorry..." You pulled him into a tight hug, and he completely broke down in your arms. His quiet crying became muffled by your shoulder. "I..I had no idea you were feeling that way. Why didn't you tell me about the nightmares sooner?"

"You would've thought..th-they were stupid. Or that I sound "needy" or controlling.." He sniffled. "I-I know I can't stop you from going, but...I just..a-after what happened to you last night, I...I.."

"Oh, honey..that was my dumb mistake. The monsters had nothing to do with my injuries." Rubbing his back, you gently kissed his head. "I was tired and got clumsy with a stupid bomb..but I promise it won't happen again. You're right. I'm not invincible. I need that reality check sometimes."

He didn't say anything, instead holding onto you tighter.

You never realized how badly your mining trips and injuries were affecting him...affecting this very relationship.

The Shane you met back in Year 1 could care less if you dropped dead. He outright said he'd never go looking for you and that whatever happened was your own fault.

But the Shane you knew now was crying in your arms over the mere thought that one day you'll go into the mines and never come out, holding it all in until he couldn't anymore.

You've really helped him open up to you, but now you were tearing him apart inside and never really knew it until this point.

"W-Will you just..stay here today, please?" He finally spoke, not caring about how needy or pathetic that sounded.

"...I will." You answered. "I'll take a break from mining for a good while."

"....you would do that for me?"

"Of course. I'd do anything for you, Shane. Hell..I'd give that up altogether if you wanted me to."

You felt him shake his head, and you chuckled, squeezing him tightly. "I'm only kidding, but I promise. No more mining this week."

Shane raised his head up, looking to make sure you were serious. And he saw nothing but sincerity in your expression.

You sighed softly and cupped the sides of his wet face, seeing the torrent of anxiety and frustration raging like an ocean current in his eyes. "You must've felt so lonely and terrified, baby..I'm sorry. I won't make you feel that way ever again."

He sniffled again as you brushed away his tears, before taking ahold of your wrist to kiss your palm...where your first scar from a rock crab came from.

How badly did he wanna kiss away every scar those bastards left on you until none remained.

Some faded with time and care, but others were more permanent--testaments to your survival down in the mines..as well as your several brushes with death.

Heat rose to your cheeks, watching him become so affectionate and gentle with you, even though he knows you're not made of glass whatsoever.

Eventually, his tears ceased as you both decided to go lay down on the bed together, with Shane cuddling up to you and resting his head on your chest. All he could hear was your strong heartbeat drowning out the noise in his mind.

It was still kicking, like you.

"Thank you..god, that was exhausting.." He mumbled. "I'm sor-"

"You don't have to be sorry for being honest with me." You reassured, petting his hair. "I just..wish I picked up the signs sooner."

"INah, I should've been clearer...and maybe that would spare myself this headache I got now.."

"Hmm..how about we sleep in until you feel better? Then we can check on the chickens."

Feeling him nod and wrap his arms around you, you took that as a "yes" and chuckled softly, knowing you weren't gonna leave this spot anytime soon.

But that's okay.

There's no other place you'd rather be. Not even the mines.

[gingiesworld]

Deep Emotions

Part Four to Culinary Lessons / Deadly Actions / Keeping Distance

Warnings: Slight angst. Fluff. Happy Ending.

MILF Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

18+ MINORS DNI

As the months had went by, it became obvious to everyone that Wanda was indeed pregnant, her ex husband was in prison and even all of the parents at the twins school knew about the incident.

"I can't leave the house Piet." Wanda told him in a hushed tone. "Everyone here is looking at me."

"Wanda, all of this is the result of your actions and the reaction it has caused." Pietro stated. "The twins aren't getting included much in school anymore. Tommy isn't allowed to play because they're afraid he will have a mean streak like his father."

"I." Wanda took a deep breath as the tears started to flow. "I should have just divorced him before everyone got too out of hand."

"It's too late for that Wanda." He told her. "Everything has already blew up. Yelena has also told me that Y/N is thinking about moving closer to the city."

"What?" Wanda whispered as he nodded.

"Yeah. I think she mentioned about them looking at houses in Westchester." He told her. "And it's going to happen soon so you need to tell them about the baby."

"I can't." She whispered. "I don't know how."

"Just go over there and talk to them." He told her. "It is there child and besides, I am going to take the twins for the weekend to see mom and dad." He stated as he disappeared to pack the twins bags as Wanda took a deep breath. Pietro smiled when he finally heard the front door open and close.

Wanda hurried over the road and knocked on Y/N's door. Smiling as she heard Y/N's voice call through to wait. Shs turned around and looked over to her home, well it doesn't feel like home anymore.

"Wanda?" Y/N was shocked to see her standing there. "Come in." They stepped aside as she smiled shyly. Stepping inside before she followed them through the living room. "How are you?" They asked her, already seeing an obvious reason she is here but not wanting to jump straight into it.

"You're leaving?" She questioned as she noticed the boxes as Y/N nodded.

"I have put an offer on a house in Westchester. It's closer to Lila and since I don't have a job here." Y/N stated as Wanda took a deep breath. "I have no reason to stay here."

"What about me?" She whispered as Y/N gave her a sad look.

"I." They took a deep breath before continuing. "I care about you deeply. Probably more than I should but I have my daughter I need to think about. I have to put her first."

"But the baby?" She whispered as they gave her a sad look.

"I know it's mine." They told her. "I do want to be there for you Wanda, I do but I also need to be there for me."

"Then why leave?" She questioned as Y/N looked down. "Why leave here?"

"Because I almost died in this house Wanda." They told her. "I really do have feelings for you, I do but." They took a shaky breath. "I am scared. I was at the brunt end of your husband's rage and well, I remember wanting to do that to Steve but I didn't."

"Y/N." Wanda took a deep breath.

"I want to be a part of the baby's life but I can't have you uproot your family's life." They stated as she shook her head.

"To be honest, we could do with a change." Wanda stated. "The twins aren't having the best time right now. Everyone knows what their father did and they are receiving the backlash for that."

"Wanda." They tried as Wanda just shook her head.

"Maybe this is what we would need. A new start with new faces." Wanda stated.

"Wanda, my ex wife also lives in Westchester." They told her.

"Oh yeah." Wanda sighed sadly. "Well, I guess this is it."

"This is it Wanda." Y/N confirmed. "I have to do this. I will leave my number for the baby and if you need me for anything." Wanda just nodded before she stood up.

"It was nice knowing you Y/N." Wanda stated dryly before she left. A smirking Yelena came downstairs as Y/N groaned.

"You know, you're kind of a dick." She stated as Y/N just glared at her. "She is pregnant, with your kid I might add and you have practically shunned her and the kid already."

"Lena, you wouldn't understand." They told her.

"Y/N, I know you. You were my best friend before you got with Nat." She told them. "I can see that you really feel something for her too."

"It's complicated." They told her.

"No it's not." Lena told them. "She is divorced and having your kid!"

"I." They tried to come up with another answer but they couldn't.

"Just go over their and talk to her." Lena ordered as she practically shoved them out of the house. They sighed as they heard the bolt on the front door to see Lena gestured through the window.

Y/N stumbled over to the Maximoff residence and knocked softly on the door. Only moments later Wanda had opened it with a look of confusion. Before she could question anything, Y/N captured her lips as they cupped her cheeks, Wanda gripped their wrists as the kiss went on as she led them inside. Y/N pushed her up against the wall as the kiss grew hungrier.

"What?" She questioned as the two pulled away. "I thought."

"I think I love you Wanda." They told her as they gazed in her eyes. "I know that I want this between us to be something more. I know that for sure, but I am afraid."

"Why are you afraid?" She asked them.

"I don't want to get my heart broken again." They whispered. "And I don't want the boys to hate me either."

"Your heart is safe." She whispered as she looked in their eyes. "I already have fallen for you Y/N. Before that night, you had my heart from the moment you actually made me feel seen."

"So how do we do this?" They whispered as Wanda smiled.

"I'll find an apartment in the city." She whispered. "The twins could do with a fresh start too."

"No." They shook their head. "The house I'm buying has more than enough room for all of us. The twins, Lila and the baby will all have their own rooms."

"What about you and I?" Wanda questioned as they traced her jawline with their fingers.

"We have the master bedroom." They answered her as they gazed in her eyes. "It can be our new start."

"A big family." Wanda smiled as her fingers danced around the scar on their hairline. "I'm so sorry this happened to you." They just pecked her lips as they smiled at her.

"A new start."

That is what they had done, both Y/N and Wanda waited until after the baby was born to tell the twins and Lila about their relationship. Wanting to reduce the amount of changes they had to endure.

Wanda stood watching as she held the new baby boy, Lukas in her arms as Nat let herself in. Smiling as she saw the scene before her. Y/N and the three kids having a water fight.

"They seem like a happy family." Nat stated as Wanda nodded. "Do the boys ask about your ex?"

"Not anymore." Wanda whispered. "The first six months was the hardest for them but even he has never bothered to reach out to them."

"But they have Y/N." Nat told her. "Even if they aren't their's by blood, they will treat them as such. They have already started to save a college fund for each of them too. Matching what Lila already had."

"What?" Wanda was shocked by this news.

"Yeah. They asked my opinion of it since we both have shared custody. They wanted an outside opinion." Nat rambled as Wanda smiled endearingly at them as they all laughed together. "They really love you you know. I can see it with how they look at you."

"Like how they used to look at you?" Wanda questioned as Nat shook her head.

"No. When they look at you, nothing else comes into view." She told her with a smile. "Just how you're looking at them now."

Wanda was happy with her life now, she never realised that she could be happy keeping a home and raising children with the love that she finally found in her life. Y/N was the love of her life and nothing would change that.

[fernlessbastard]

how do you think they'd react to the other getting hit on

Absolutely possessive, and they're both passive-aggresive about it. Like "ha ha yeah he is hot! I know, right? Ha ha ha and the best part is that he's all mine." type of thing

Ok so first and foremost: obviously if they get flirted with they'll immediately state they're not interested and are also in a relationship. That being said, when the other is around they let their counterpart handle the situation, cause that's just what makes it more fun

So, I'd imagine they both have a tendency to kinda like, use oversharing as a way to "gross" people out

They'll just start leaning against - or rather on - the one who's being flirted with more and more, and with just the most passive aggressive politeness they'll happily disclose some of their private life, making it clear that they are very much together

Wilbur likes to pull the "you know where his previous husband, before me, is right now? Six feet under. Or I guess at the very least that's where lies what remains of him..." with just the biggest smile ever. Quackity finds it too endearing to even bother clarifying that the guy died of a heart attack, that the 'what remains of him' refers to Quackity eating his heart, and that legally him and Wilbur aren't even married (yet). He just likes seeing Wilbur get that sparkle in his eyes, passive aggressively telling people how lucky he (Wil) is, and how unlucky they are cause he's the one dating Q and they're not

Ok tried to keep it pg13 so far cause it is a more general question, but I'll give a more nsfw elaboration in the context of like, at a club or something under the cut

While Wilbur's more so focused on making sure everyone around knows that Quackity is his and only his, Quackity more so loves to focus on reminding Wilbur about how he belongs to Q.

He'll pull Wilbur in by the waist, trace his hand over the man's lower back, play with his hair a little in a way where it curls around his fingers tightly so that all he'd need to do to pull Wilbur's hair would be to lazily gesture his hand slightly back, etc. And verbally he won't shy away from telling the person how good of a boy Wilbur is, and how obediently he listens, so on and so forth, sometimes even going a bit into detail. Basically he'll happily talk about Wilbur as though he's not there/as though he's a dog obediently sat waiting for his owner to finish talking. And Wilbur absolutely loves that. He loves Quackity being possessive, he loves the physical reminders that he belongs to him, he loves the praise, he loves that little sprinkle of dehumanisation, and everything is nicely tied with a bow of exhibitionism, humiliation of people finding out that he's "just Quackity's plaything", and also just being a general menace to people

Altogether I'd say that pretty much every time Quackity gets hit on Wilbur ends up in his lap (the second he's able to) which eventually turns into some very soft and loving sex with lots of reassurance and words of affirmation, meanwhile if it's Wilbur who gets hit on most of the time it'll be rather BDSM heavy (but still just as loving, obviously) and Wilbur's probably gonna be ending up as a happy, but extremely exhausted wreck, cuddled up to Quackity who's giving him countless little kisses and continues to tease him with little whispers

[yanderefarm]

I like them all not gonna lie (they all are my obsession every single one of them) but if I had to explain

Ajax/Emil are my least favorite even if internalized homophobia resonates with me a lot actually (military field was pretty hard on me ahh-) I need to work on that because I'm pretty sure I can do big things with them.

Achilles, I still don't know what to do with him, I really like him but I think that I want to transform him in a dumb husband like let me take care of you after rough session, plus I don't think that he should work as a crime lord, he could get in dangerous situations (and I'm the only one who can hurts him). If he wants to keep going with his job? Then let me be your guard dog at work and your tormentor at home. I think that he is the most capable to help me even if I would probably need to tell him what to do first but is he enough of a yapper?

Ares is... Well. I think that he got a lot of potential, as I think that he would actually be a cool wife even if I would have to break his hearts jar first, I am supposed to be the only one. I like the idea of fake flirting but not with him I guess that it would enraged me more than excited but it never happened to me before. Probably be one of the best to help me with pain from day to day life because he would probably know how to help me and all.

Nephite, well as said in a thought sharing, I discovered him recently, at first I just didn't care about him but now? He is cute. I like his way to be and definitely want to 'break' his mind to get out of his cult, like come with me I want to see you discovering everything and freeing yourself from Religious stuff.

Noemie, aaah Noemie, I think that he is cute even if a bit too extreme sometimes (As said I could bite his left ring finger off but I'm not really into cannibalism.), I like the fact that he is a yapper, I need someone to talk about anything every fucking seconds of their life, it helps me a lot actually. So he is pretty high on the tierlist but eh he got some downside.

Silvan, it is pretty hard because he got pretty popular at some point among anons so I'm forced to like him because I've read a lot of things about him. I could definitely show him off to people but not as clear. He is my doll but I would be more subtle about it, but I would definitely call him doll and probably get him nice necklaces, clothes and all to show to people that he is mine without having to say it outloud.

OK I think that everyone is here, to cut a long story short, They are all my favorite because they are my brainrot, plus I would get their knees no matter who they are, I need to remind them where their place is. By my side and only mine (and yours, so I should ours). Which can be easily done considering that, I'm really tall and pretty muscular despite pain (knees, hands and back pain ahah-) I could almost break their skull with my bare hands. That's probably why I'm not into removing their body autonomy (mainly because trauma) because I can make them submit by force and if really needed I can break their legs but they will always get them back.

Sorry for the long request I never been this active on a blog nor been this obsessed with OC from someone, so well done bunny! GGWP, you got yourself an obsessed tall man who would write you lot of request during the night (because I'm in EU so for me it is during the day) because he thought that you (and anons) would be interested in thoughts in his brain.

-Tall anon (Can I do this? Can I just say tall anon and go on or do I need an emoji?)

tall anon i just know you're really hot. also yeah you can just be tall anon dw hdskjdj

this is interesting to read!!! i like to know what you like about everyone.

also jsyk the yappers are noemie, ares, and nephite. achilles is a lot more quiet but he can talk a lot about things he likes (i.e mascot characters). silvan is pretty much only speak when spoken to. emil and ajax aren't yappers but they could be like they both fully have the capacity to talk your ear off if you wanted them to.

[ahgasegotarmy116]

how would difh family dinners and gatherings be like? i can imagine that oc would be constantly tensed around jungkook, who will be playing games with her mind every now and then, while her husband and mother-in-law will be oblivious, happily spending time with the children?

does oc also get tensed whenever the children hug jungkook or want to be carried by him? she probably hates it.

Sorry this took so long but I made it a bit longer to make up for it 😭 I hope you enjoy!

p.s. not edited sorryyyyy

(Also if you're the same person that sent the other similar ask I'm planning on doing another family dinner scene later so I'll hold onto that ask 💜)

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"Good boy, look at you!" I coo at my son as I feed him his first bite of mashed potatoes. "Is this his first time trying something like this?" my mother in law asks. "We've been trying new foods like oatmeal and apple sauce and they went fine so we figured it was time to try something new" my husband says as he wipes the various foods off of my daughter's face since she's made quiet the mess of herself as well.

"Look like our little man is really hungry tonight huh?" Jungkook coos. I fucking swear this man is just trying to get on my nerves. "Yeah I guess he is" I laugh half heartedly and as soon as I turn my vision back to my husband our son throws up on himself and seconds later I can see that he also needs a diaper change. "Aww sweetie it's okay, thank you for trying bubu" I say to him, cleaning off his face.

I start to stand up to go change him but my husband scoops him up before I can. "It's okay baby, relax and enjoy your dinner. I'll take care of the children" He says giving me a sweet smile and planting a kiss on my lips and then one on top of my head before taking both my son and daughter into the other room to clean up a little. 

"Looks like he's not there yet" Jungkook says with a sickeningly sweet smile that I know is used to just tick me off. He gets like this when my husband shows me any ounce of affection and I absolutely despise it. 

"There's no harm in trying though right dear?" my mother in law says, trying to diffuse the situation before it even starts. "Right" I say turning to give her a genuine smile. It pains me that I've done so much to hurt this family but I feel as though she almost knows what I'm going through and somehow she finds it in herself to understand. 

I will never be able to repay the kindness I've received from her for the rest of my life but I will be thankful for it as long as I have it. 

Just as I'm bringing my attention back to my food I feel one of Jungkook's legs rub up against mine, continuing to find ways to make me even more uncomfortable. I hate having family dinners with him and I tend to avoid them at all costs but somehow I still end up seated right next to him. 

I clear my throat and push up against it in an effort to push him away but that only leaves him wanting to do it some more. It seems as though he was able to slip his shoe off and is languidly tracing his foot up and down my calf while his posture above the table shows as though he is sitting completely still. 

I clear my throat as a way to scold him and asking him to stop but he only smiles over his glass while he takes a drink of wine. "Dear would you mind grabbing another bottle of wine for us please?" Jungkook asks me and I take that opportunity right away and stand up immediately to get myself away from his teasing. 

"Sure, which one would you like me to get?" I ask, waiting for instructions so I can head off to the wine cellar to take a breather on my own and calm my nervous heart rate. "Can you get another one of the same one that we've been drinking already?" he asks and I smile slightly and nod my head, playing nice in front of my mother in law. 

"Honey those are a bit more difficult to find don't you think? Why don't I go down and grab it?" she suggests and starts to stand up. "No that's okay, I'm sure I can find it" I say placing a hand on her arm in reassurance and I scurry off to the wine cellar on the far side of the house, glad I can get away from him.

Walking down the steps and take a look around and I realize that I actually didn't take the time to look at the bottle that we had been drinking from. "Shit" I mutter under my breath maybe I should text my husband and ask him to send me a picture? He's busy with the children though so I wouldn't want to bother him with another task. I decide to just retrace my steps and head back upstairs and take another look at it and come back down. Sure I'll be a bit embarrassed but it'll be a lot better than sending Jungkook a text and asking him for help. 

As soon as I try to turn away from the shelves I feel myself being trapped up against them. "What are you doing?" I ask, breathless from being caught off guard. "I'm helping you find it angel, figured you could use some help" he says tracing his lips up my neck and resting on the shell of my ear. 

"If you want it so bad then why don’t you get it yourself" I say and try my best to slip out of his hold but he knows exactly how to keep me from leaving. "Let me help you. You wouldn't want to make too much noise down here now would you? Someone might hear" he say with an arm now holding me close with my ass rubbing up against his growing bulge. 

"You're disgusting" I say, trying to remove his arm but he just presses me up against the shelves to keep me still. "You should've known not to wear a dress like that, you were just begging for me to fuck you as soon as you walked in" he says grinding into me harder and running his hand up the slit in my dress, stirring up a burning sensation that is sent straight to my core. 

"Jungkook stop it, this isn't funny" I say trying to use the shelves as a way to push off to get away from him. "Really? Because I think it's hilarious with all the cute faces you're making at me. Aw look at that" he coos, taunting me and my efforts of breaking free. 

"Honey can you come here? I need help with the baby" my husband calls for me and thankfully Jungkook let's up his hold and it gives me a chance to slip out of his grasp. "Coming" I yell and hurry to make my way out. "You'll be telling me that soon angel don't you worry about that. I'll have my turn" he taunts and I glare at him before scoffing and running up the stairs, getting as far away from him as possible and make my way over to take care of my baby. 

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Once this dinner from hell (from my perspective only) is finally over we all head over to the front door to get our coats on and head out. "Come here baby let's put your jacket on we've gotta go" I call after my daughter who is absorbed in a conversation with Jungkook "No I wanna stay with grandpa" she says as she clings to his leg. 

"You'll see him again soon now come on let's go" I say and take a few steps towards them "Listen to your mommy baby I'll see you again soon" he says prying her off of him. She lets go and grants him with the biggest teary eyes and pretty little pout and his heart melts. "Come here one last hug and then you've gotta go bye bye" he says pulling her in close and she cuddles him before he lets her go. 

I can't help but smile at them. It's in these moments that I'm actually surprised and touched at how good of a father Jungkook might've been if he wasn't the kind of man that he is behind closed doors. Why does he have to be so cruel to me but so loving and gentle with our daughter. 

"Okay come on baby let's go" I say and Jungkook holds out his hand, asking for her coat so he can put it on and I comply but he doesn't waste the opportunity to brush his fingers along mine leaving me yanking my hand away and bursting the bubble that had been building around us. 

"Okay baby say goodbye to grandma and grandpa" I say and she gives them both one last hug and kiss on the cheek. "Goodbye dear" Mrs. Jeon says and comes up to give me a quick hug and kiss on the cheek as well which I accept warmly but when Jungkook goes to do the same my whole body stiffens and he makes it a point to kiss the cheek facing opposite of everyone else and gets dangerously close to kissing my lips in front of everyone which are thankfully busy getting everything out the door. 

"Bye angel" he whispers in my ear in a tone dripping with seduction. "I'll be seeing you again soon" he continues making sure I know that he plans to keep that promise leaving me turning and taking hold of my daughter's hand and rushing out the door without another word. 

My daughter turns around as we're walking away and gives her grandparent's one last sad wave goodbye. Mrs. Jeon returns the wave as well as Jungkook but instead of looking at her he sets his heated gaze to watch me walk away and I can feel his eyes tracing my form even more with every step I take to get away from them. 

"Mommy I wanna go back to Grandpa's house soon" my daughter says with her glassy galaxy filled eyes, doing her best not to cry. "Oh I know honey, soon okay?" I say and she nods her head and her whole demeanor droops slightly. 

"Hey" my husband calls and I bring my eyes towards him. "Is everything okay?" he asks with his brows pinched together in worry. "Yeah why wouldn't they be?" I ask, feeling guilty keeping my struggles away from him. "No reason" he says and gives me a sad smile that I return and give him a quick peck on the lips and then he sits back upright and starts to pull out of the driveway and I take a quick glance back at my daughter and I can see that she's already starting to doze off. 

I wish she wasn't so attached to Jungkook but there's nothing that I can really do. He is her father after all. 

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[angstyandromanticwriting]

Werewolf Josh Washington X FemWerewolf!Reader Jealousy Prompt with a hopeful and cute ending

!TW: Anxiety, jealousy, mention of being harassed!

Josh grimaced when he opened the door to an unfamiliar teen boy; he immediately felt as if he couldn’t trust the boy, and he wasn’t sure why; he put it down to the idea that he had never met him, and he wasn’t sure if he was one of the outcasts. “Hey, er,” the boy began nervously in a monotone voice; he appeared the same age as Josh and the others in you and his pack. “Is Y/n here?” He inquired, and Josh winced, feeling himself heating up slightly, and he wasn’t sure why; he was worried about the boy trying to steal you from him.

“Y-Y/n?” Josh mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck, and trying to act as if he didn’t recognise your name. “U-Uh,” he stammered, looking away from the boy, “never heard of her - t-them. But you should probably stay away from them, they sound like someone who isn’t - good, yeah, not good.”

“Oh,” he murmured, disappointed. “She told me that she lives here,” he explained, “said that I could stay with her and her friends.”

Josh grimaced, shaking his head. “Why would she say that?” Josh retorted, and the boy would be surprised.

“Josh? Who is it?” You inquired, rushing down the stairs.

Josh turned to face you, a hurt look on his face. “Y/n, w-who is this guy?” Josh questioned, and you looked around Josh to see who it was, smiling when you recognised it to be the boy you’d saved in the forest; his name was Embry, and you trusted him to stay with you and your friends because you’d found him in his wolf form being threatened by one of the Outcast pack.

“A new friend of our’s,” you answered, and Josh grunted; he felt as if he couldn’t bring himself to try and make friends with him. “His name is Embry, and I found him being harassed by an Outcast,” you revealed, and Josh huffed, before he walked away from you both. “Come in, make yourself at home,” you encouraged, standing aside so Embry could enter the cabin.

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You looked around the cabin for Josh after he’d been avoiding you and Embry, wondering why he was being so unwelcoming toward him. You frowned when you noticed him curled up on the bed, before you lifted your left hand to knock on the door gently. “Hey,” you broke the silence, “are you okay?”

Josh shook his head, a pained expression on his face. “Please tell him to go,” Josh practically pleaded, and you guessed that he was referring to Embry.

You scoffed, shaking your head. “No, Josh,” you responded, “he’s one of us, and always will be. Why is that a problem for you?”

Josh groaned, annoyed. You sat on the edge of the bed, attempting to touch his shoulder, but he shuffled away from you before you could. “It’s just - you’re mine, not Embry’s,” he whined, and you realised, grinning; he was jealous, and you’d rarely seen him jealous like this before.

You lowered yourself beside him, before you wrapped your arms around his waist. “I know,” you reassured him, “it’s not like I’m going to leave you for Embry, Josh; I could never do that. Soulmates don’t ever split with their true other halves.” Josh smiled weakly, feeling a little better as he turned to face you carefully. “I love you, Josh, and that’ll never change, okay?” You promised, and Josh nodded, before he connected his lips to your’s.

☾༒☯︎︎

Josh silently fumed at a distance whilst he was watching you and Embry talking, and he decided to join you both. “Hey, babe,” you greeted when you noticed him approaching you, and he smiled lovingly at you, before he leaned forward to kiss your cheek.

“Hey, princess,” Josh returned, before he turned to face Embry, offering him his hand to shake. “Nice to meet you, I’m Josh, Y/n’s husband,” he stated, adding extra emphasis to the word ‘husband’.

Embry awkwardly shook his hand, smiling. “Nice to meet you, too,” Embry returned, “as you already know, my name is Embry.”

Josh nodded, snaking an arm around your waist protectively. “I’m sorry that we got off on the wrong foot yesterday,” Josh expressed, but Embry shook his head; he was used to being avoided and mistrusted. You smiled over at Josh, hoping that they’d now both become friends.

↯

“So - Are you and Embry friends now?” You inquired after you’d finished brushing your teeth in the bathroom - the door was ajar so Josh could hear you in bed.

Josh scoffed, shaking his head. “Of course we aren’t,” Josh answered, disappointing you as you groaned, leaning against the bathroom door with your arms folded. “I don’t want to be friends with someone who is trying to steal my wife,” Josh muttered, and you grunted; you couldn’t believe him.

“He isn’t trying to steal me from you-”

Josh guffawed, looking up at you. “He is,” Josh contradicted, irritating you.

You sighed heavily, before you lifted your hand to rub your forehead; you were too tired to argue with him. “What makes you believe that he is?” You questioned, trying not to raise your voice as you could feel a headache coming on.

“He was flirting with you-”

“He wasn’t flirting with me-”

“I think I know when someone is flirting with you, Y/n,” he hissed, scowling up at you.

You gave in, wanting the fight to end as you climbed into bed beside him. “Josh, just - Don’t worry so much, okay? I love you more than anyone else,” you expressed, “and that will never, ever change, I promise, like I already did yesterday.”

“Can you please just - Not talk to him anymore?” Josh requested, and you rolled your eyes, before you nodded, deciding to not talk to Embry in front of Josh anymore. “Thank you,” he responded, before he wrapped his arms around you whilst snuggling closer to you.

☾༒☯︎︎

“Don’t lie to me!” Josh cried as he rushed after you; he’d been anxious after he’d seen Embry waving and smiling sheepishly in your direction outside earlier.

You groaned, sharply turning to face him, stopping him in his tracks before he could bump into you. “I’m not lying to you-”

“You are,” he whined, “I know you’ve been talking to him-”

“I swear I haven’t been talking to him, Josh,” you interrupted, wishing he’d stop his acts of jealousy, now.

“Just tell me the truth,” he practically begged, and you grunted, frustrated; you could also feel yourself beginning to heat up because you were angry.

“Fine!” You snapped, and he faltered, falling quiet. “I’ve still been talking to him, is that such a crime?” You questioned, and he scowled, before he turned away from you, folding his arms. You sighed, feeling guilty for raising your voice to him. “Josh-”

“I told you not to talk to him,” Josh murmured, “all he does is flirt with you.”

You shook your head, wondering why they couldn’t just be friends like he was with everyone else within the pack. “For crying out loud, Josh - Embry hasn’t been flirting with me,” you claimed, “stop being so jealous-”

“I’m not jealous,” Josh interrupted, turning to face you again, “at all! He just gives you that weird flirty look, and-”

“He’s never given me a ‘weird flirty look’,” you assured, before you wrapped your arms around Josh, trying to comfort him. Josh returned the hug, smiling weakly. “Please just talk to him, Josh; I want you both to be friends,” you pleaded, and Josh reluctantly nodded, deciding he should try, for the sake of you and his relationship.

“Okay,” Josh replied, “I - I’ll try, Y/n.”

You expressed relief, lifting your hand to stroke his hair. “Thank you,” you whispered, glad that he was willing to try to make friends with Embry this time.

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Hope you enjoyed this prompt! ❤️

[lazuli-writes]

Outtakes - 25 quotes from the Silver Quartet

summary: 25 random quotes from each member of the Silver Quartet.

genre: angst / fluff / humor

estimated word count: 1400 words

a/n: Just trying to get back into writing more. I have so much stuff for this series, but I’m struggling to refine it. Here’s a droplet fic for Slytherin’s resident four horsemen. Remember folks, copying other people’s works is plagiarism and that’s illegal. Don’t be that kind of person. Anyways, hope you all enjoy it :)

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Tracey

“Areyougoinhtoeatthat?”

“It must be the galleons talking.”

“We’re like a failed Monty Python.”

“If having half the prat-blood you have makes me less than, than I’ll happily be less than.”

“So the beast wouldn’t attack any of us, right… just asking.”

“You filthy barbarian, fish and chips are a DELICACY! What are you, AMERICAN?!”

“What would your mum do if we were to break the uncooked pasta noodles?”

“Fun fact: I don’t care.”

“There’s enough oil in Snape’s hair to satisfy the needs of English fish frying for at least a decade.”

“I’m a witch, not a prophet.”

“I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furio- not a single one of you know which film I’m quoting right now.”

“Banoffee pie was a gift from the heavens.”

“Oh please, by the time we reach your age Professor, I’m sure at least one of us will have made a name for ourselves other than being stuck in a castle teaching delinquents the refined arts of magical cooking.”

“Run Theo! Run” *cue the laughter as she watches Theo run from being disciplined by Bartholomew Greengrass.

“I want the skeletons. Oh and the jewelry please!!”

“It’s almost as if I don’t care.”

“Daph, you’re forgetting the fact that Ron and Theo share the same braincell… Wait… I forgot you don’t know what a brain cell is.”

“Mutually assured destruction. Truce?”

“What crawled up her butt and died?”

“Oui oui” “Tracey I am Italian, NOT FRENCH!” “Yeah yeah whatever.”

“That’s a lot of deathies. They would probably need multiple Potters going separate ways to possibly make an escape.”

“Ron you’d be Ginger Spice, Daphne you’d be Posh Spice, Theo is Baby Spice and of course I’d be Scary Spice-“ “why can’t I be sporty spicy” “because you can’t even say their name correctly Theo.”

“Do you think you’ll find something as perfect as they did?”

“Over the hills and a long way off…”

“Theo… I’ll be with you soon…”

Daphne

“So the first place you choose to hide is in a room with dead bodies?”

“She looks like the love child of a troll and a fairy.”

“Stupid mirror.”

“Ronald, why is our potion pink?”

“Father is gonna kill you two for going into the chamber you know…”

“You. Ate. My. Cauldron. Cakes.”

“You tell Ron anything and I WILL tell Tracey how you find her lips very interesting lately.”

“For a dirty stray, he does kind of look like Falkor.”

“You won’t look like that when you get old, right Ron?”

“So blue is out of the question. I guess the typical silver would look nice.”

“Do you think he found u-AHHHHHHH!”

“All I know is that I lay claim to any and all dresses, cloaks, shawls and the likes. Any clothes in this room is MINE.”

“A quintaped has five limbs.”

“Harpy, veela, vulture… same thing.”

“He’s more of a man than you will ever be.”

“It was Theo and Ron’s idea.”

“He had the breath of a damn merling!”

“You gave my parents the greatest gift they could have ever gotten in that moment… hope that their daughters… their family will survive this war. You gave them hope.”

“Not even death can dispute my love for you, Ronald Bilius Weasley. I would be blessed to be able to call you my love, my partner, my friend and my husband for eternity. By these vows… I declare, I do.”

“I think insanity is a social construct. We may think he’s unhinged beyond compare… but he’s definitely the hero in her world.”

“I killed a child Ron! How can you still look me in the eye and say you love me! HOW?”

“I’ve never killed a mutt before.”

“He asked to take my name. He felt that he had no right to give a name he was deemed unworthy of.”

“It is hard to play a game when you don’t know the rules.”

“Say hello to mother and father for me sis. I’m gonna miss you… so much.”

Theodore

“Why do you look like that?”

“Sectersuper?” “Sectum—sempra” “shut up Weasley.”

“Auntie!! Daphne and Tracey are breaking the pasta noodles!”

“You have troll breath.”

“You didn’t have to do that. You’re not bad Weasley. Not bad at all.”

“I would have called him a filthy spawn of inbreeding but then… that would have also… applied… to-“ “SHUT UP THEO!” “What, it’s the truth Daph!”

“Oh yes, because the lion is the most amazing creature in the world. *eye roll* When a lion talks and starts killing witches and wizards, talk to me then Weasel.”

“I didn’t mean for Malfoy to call you Weasel. Accident, truly it was!”

“Why are you always staring at Ron?”

“Why would he think he even had a chance with Trace?! He looks like the love child of a hag and a house elf.”

“I’m telling you my dear cousin, that Malfoy has been staring at Ronald’s bottom almost as much as he was staring at yours.”

“I’m gonna be a rich man!!” “You already are a rich man Theo.” “Then I’m gonna be an even richer man!! I call dibs on all weapons!!”

“I don’t know why!! I was too busy saving your sister to think ‘oh how much money is this worth’.”

“It’s not my fault you failed to save mother.”

“God save the witches and wizards.”

“I’m not staring at Tracey you imbecile!”

“You cannot be both annoying and lacking magical prowess. Please pick one failure to endure.”

“If you must know, banoffee pie is actually scrumptious. If you are going to advertise your lack of taste, please do so away from my presence.”

“Why do we have to go back to Ron’s old bat of an aunt? She’s so mean.”

“If you wanna be my friend… you gotta get with my… other friends.” “Horrible rendition sporty spicy.” “Shut up Ron!!”

“I wanna live in a small cottage when I choose to settle down. I want a place surrounded and engulfed by all of my favorite plants.”

“Still got troll breath I see.”

“I wish I could see what is it you see every time you look at me Trace.”

“I love her. So damn much.”

“DON’T YOU TOUCH HER!!!”

Ronald

“Do you have an eye problem?”

“Theo has a bag of bezoars for a brain.”

“Daphne will kill us if she knows what we’re doing and Tracey will laugh at us if we get hurt. I already know.”

“Stupid mirror.”

“You hear that Tracey, us peasants mustn’t talk anymore.”

“Do you think Snape has a pet under that robe? He always smells.”

“Potter, Granger and Longbottom seem to have this obsession with all things ‘not their business’ that it’s actually quite funny at times.”

“Me and you remember Valentine’s Day very differently.”

“Bill and Charlie ran away the first chance they got. Percy has a superiority complex, Fred is sadistic. George just thinks Fred’s farts smell amazing, and Ginny has this weird habit of hero worshipping people who aren’t heroes.”

“Theo… could you think of anything else other than… her.” “Shove off and stay out of my head Ron.”

“Bloody bint… that thing is worse than Snape…” “Ron that was a quintaped.” “An ugly one at that!”

“Some of my family has this… belief that I’ve been ingenuous about my character. When really, they just don’t seem to understand me all that much.”

“I.. don’t know… I can’t find the words to tell you how I’m feeling Daph.”

“Muggles do have the big boom booms. What are they called again? Nookies?” “Nukes Ron.” “Oh.”

“How do you think she’ll kill us for leaving? Do you think she’ll really castrate me?”

“You want to… marry me? Why?”

“Auntie, if you turn me away now, I’m literally gonna slap you with my hand.” *proceeds to wave his amputated arm, much to the silent horror of Muriel Prewett*

“There will never be a second in this lifetime or the next, that I will ever stop loving you Daphne. You bless me with the honor of being able to call you mine and I yours. By these vows I declare, I do.”

“Still sour about the Manor Lady Lestrange? If it’s any consolation, your husband’s wand works wonderfully.”

“I mean I could… but why would I want to do that Daph?”

“All I ever wanted was to be a real Weasley, dad. And I fucked that up the moment that hat screamed Slytherin.”

“And now we are both here. Rotting in Azkaban. Yet only one of us has any chance of leaving.”

“You what?” “I gave birth Ron.” “. . .You were pregnant?”

“This is your grandma and grandpa. That’s your aunties Tracey and Tori, and your funny uncle Theo.”

“Daphne did you hear!! Albus is a Slytherin HAHAHAHAHAH I can’t wait to shove that in Ginny and Harry’s face.”

[alloftimeandspacetosee]

Babysitting Nyx

Jay, unwilling babysitter/godparent to the antichrist. context; she'd organised Lavaridge's Yule celebration for Joanna/Alex, who are Lavaridge's elders but also new parents, and then agreed to babysit Nyx so that Joanna and Alex could have a Proper Night Out because it's been. a while? since they've been able to do that?

Jay, of course, feels bad for like Everything and agrees, even though she's uncomfortable with kids (also the last time she was left alone with Nyx she almost killed her, but there were extenuating circumstances I guess)

She's kinda bad with most people, actually, kids aren't special. Written for my cowriter, I think?

~

 “Thanks for this, Jay.”

 “Don’t mention it.” I shrugged. “You go out and have a good time.”

 “We will.” Joanna grinned and shut the door behind her and Alex.

 “Doubt they’ll remember it,” I murmured, heading back into the sitting room.

 Jayden looked up. “That’s them off, then?”

 I nodded, sitting down on the couch beside him. “Yep. And she’s still asleep?”

 He gestured to the monitor on the table. “At the moment, yes.”

 “Let’s hope she stays that way.” I bit back the next words, knowing I’d have to eat them sooner or later.

 “They aren’t all that bad.”

 “Yeah, well…” I leant my head on his shoulder, getting comfortable. “Makes it easier for us.”

 Jayden stretched his arm around my shoulders, disturbing Sesser so that she cheeped and took off, fluttering away to sit on the windowsill. “Sorry.”

 I smiled and closed my eyes, pushing my boots off. It was nice to get to relax, especially after the festival. Wasn’t really my scene, the whole organising thing, but… well, it kept them happy.

 “So.” Jayden rested his head on top of mine. “Are you just going to lie there until they get back?”

 “Probably.” I nodded. “Why… got a better idea?”

 “Not really.” He laughed softly. “But if we’re supposed to be babysitting Nyx…”

 “I doubt watching her sleep’ll be all that interesting.”

 “True. And if she wakes up?”

 “Then… we’ll deal with that.” I wince. “Somehow.”

 “Not been around kids much?”

 “Yeah, something like that.” I frown. “The last one… might’ve been Catherine’s kid.”

 “Is that Catherine Wilson?”

 “No idea.” I shrug. “You know her?”

 “I know her husband, Nathanael.”

 “That’s them.” I nod. “Small world.”

 He nods as well, absentmindedly rubbing the top of my head with his chin.

 There’s noise from the monitor – coughing, a yawn.

 “We didn’t get very long, did we?” Jayden laughs softly.

 “Until she starts cryin’, I’m not movin’.”

 And she starts making more noise. The little wretch. Then,

 “Elise, c’mon, this window’s heavy. Hey, careful there.”

 The delicate, yipping laugh of Elise.

 “Isn’t she just?” That’s Soise.

 Nyx hiccups, then laughs as Elise yelps.

 “We’d better go up,” I sigh, disentangling myself. “I don’t trust those two with her.”

 “I don’t think Joanna would appreciate it either.” Jayden stands up as well.

 He follows me up the stairs and into Nyx’s room. Soise and Elise are leaning over the cot, playing with Nyx. Well, Soise’s leant over, Elise is perched on the railing, her tail in Nyx’s grasp. I lean against the door, watching them.

 “Ok, c’mere.” Soise scoops Nyx up, making her laugh and release Elise’s tail.

 Elise leaps onto a nearby shelf and grooms her tail out. As I shift, the door creaks and moves back to hit the wall. The two of them whirl round, and Elise flattens her ears and whines.

 “Hi.” Soise grins, hugging Nyx against her chest. “How’re you doing?”

 “What are you two doing?” I raise an eyebrow.

 “Just… checkin’ on the kid.” Soise shrugs. “She is adorable.”

 Nyx laughs and reaches out for Soise’s mane as it tangles over her shoulder.

 “Soise…” I want to tell her to give the child over, but…

 “What, you want a shot?” She holds Nyx out.

 “Well – not really.”

 Jayden steps around me, taking Nyx carefully in his arms, bouncing her slightly. She looks up at him, eyes big and round.

 Elise creeps along the shelf towards me on her belly, whining.

“It’s alright.” I shake my head, watching Jayden. “Just… you two probably shouldn’t be in here.”

 Soise wrinkles her nose. “It’s not like Joanna’s going to find out, is she?”

 “Well… probably not, no.” I concede the point.

 “And we were doing alright, really.”

 “Jay, do you want to hold her?”

 “No, I’m good.” I hold my hands up as a barrier as Jayden turns to me. “As long as she’s fine.”

 Nyx twists and gurgles in delight, reaching out to Soise. Elise sits up and barks, flicking an ear.

 Soise leans over Nyx, flickering small illusions in her claws. “Well, I’m good with pups, apparently.”

 Elise yips with laughter and pads nearer me. Sesser takes off, moving out of reach. Elise watches her flit around the room and then sits down, stretching out on her side. I rub at her belly and she rolls over, tail thumping against the wall.

 “Where did you learn?” Jayden asks, shifting Nyx.

 “Just sort of picked it up.” Soise shrugs. “Jay, come on. It’s not that bad.”

 “Really, you seem to have it covered.”

 “Yeah, and I’m not supposed to be in here, remember?” She grins, slowly beginning to fade out.

 Nyx starts to cry as Soise disappears, and Soise instantly drops the illusion and takes Nyx, sitting down amongst the plushies to soothe her.

 I trade a glance with Jayden as Sesser lands on his head.

 “They do have it covered.” He lifts a hand, coaxing her onto it.

 “Maybe we should leave them to it.”

 “You’re the one that promised to do this.” Soise smirks.

 “Yeah, true… I think it was more keep her out of trouble, though.” I take Elise into my arms and slide down so I’m sitting against the wall.

 “And I’m not trouble at all?” Soise laughs.

 {You can keep out of trouble sometimes} Lairisse appears in a soft flash of light, taking on her human form. {Sorry. I got curious}

Elise twists to look up at her, whining.

 {Do not mention it} Lairisse shakes her head. {Brith is enjoying the respite}

 “Everything’s good, then.” Soise grins. “Can we just stay up here, Blue, please?”

 {Please?}

 I sigh. “Guess so.” I smirk. “Make it a mini slumber party?”

 Soise nods excitedly, scooching over to hold Nyx out to me.

 I hold my hands out of the way. “Do not give her to me. I’ll go get the food and drinks.”

 {I can get that} Lairisse slides past me and skips down the stairs.

 Elise slips out of my lap, sitting up.

 “You’re all terrible people,” I grumble, cautiously taking Nyx.

 “Well, we’re not really people, are we?” Soise corrects my arms.

 “You’re doing fine, Jay.” Jayden sits down next to me. “That’s not so bad, is it?”

 I cautiously shift, getting more comfortable so I can rest Nyx against my legs. It wasn’t so bad, not really… not that I’d be telling them that.

 {We know anyway, NightGale}

 Elise yips, prancing over to sit beside Soise.

 “Know what?” Soise looks up as Lairisse appears again, a tray of food and drink floating before her.

 “Don’t you dare.” I shoot a glance at the latias before concentrating on Nyx again. “Image and all that.”

 {My lips are sealed} Lairisse sets down the tray on the floor between us.

 “And your mind?”

 “No – Lairisse, come on!” Soise whines, illusioning herself a baby zangoose form and looking up through her oversized claws at her. “You can’t do this to me!”

 Jayden watches, smiling. “Used to that?”

 “Still half scared I’m going to drop her.” I shift, holding Nyx out to him. “Please?”

 He laughs and takes Nyx, cradling her against him with an ease that just confuses me. How are people not scared by them? They’re so fragile!

 Lairisse smiles and drops her human form, lying down beside Soise. Soise drops her own illusion and curls up with Lairisse, allowing Elise to slip into her mane.

 I pour out drinks and push one of the plates of biscuits over to the pokémon. “Well, until Joanna and Alex come back, how ‘bout a semi-slumber party?”

 “Aren’t those for kids?” Soise asks, flicking an ear as she shifts, getting comfortable.

 “Who put an age limit on them?”

 “I think you three and Nyx probably lower the age of the room by several years anyway.” Jayden smiles.

 “Just get out before they come back, ok?” I sigh, rubbing my eyes.

 {I will manage that. It will be fine, NightGale}

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

083 of 2023

Think about the last person you slept with. Who do you think enjoyed it more?

He did, as always. I never do.

Lil’ Wayne has a bunch of new songs out. Have you heard them yet?

Lol this survey must be old.

Would someone be more likely to find Taylor Swift or Underoath on your ipod?

I don’t have an iPod.

If it came down to it would you be able to pick between your best friend or your sibling’s life?

No. My sister is one of my friends.

When flat ironing or using other heating tools for your hair, do you use some kind of protection?

I don’t do anything to my hair, except for washing and putting on hair gel.

When you go to the movie theaters, do you prefer a seat in the front, middle, or back?

I don’t go to movies.

Would you be more inclined to believe in zombies or vampires (even if you believe in neither)?

Probably vampires.

Are you honestly scared to die?

Very much so.

How many serious relationships have you had? Do you wish it was higher or lower?

I don’t count the first one, so just two. Could be less.

How many tv shows would you estimate that you watch a day?

Less than one.

If you had to pick, would you rather get a pet snake or a pet mouse?

Mouse. No questions.

Is your house a one story, two story, or more?

Two and the attic.

If I were to walk into your room, what would I see? Would I be shocked?

Probably, there’s a pile of laundry there.

How many good friends would you say you have?

More than 10 for sure.

Do you try to eat healthy and stay in shape?

Let’s not talk about my eating habits. Starving myself is not healthy.

Based on how you look, would others guess you would listen to punk, pop, country, or rap music?

Most likely rap or maybe metal, and I’m fine with that.

Have you ever been suspended in high school?

No, I haven’t.

Would you rather hang out with friends in the pouring rain, or in a heavy snow fall?

Sure, we’d go to a bar. :P

Speaking of snow fall, when you were a kid did you ever make snow tunnels?

It’s been ages since Belgium saw the real snowfall, so.

Did you think the movie The Ring was actually scary, or just lame?

Never watched it, don’t care.

Who would you say is the prettiest female celebrity you know?

Amy Lee from Evanescence.

What about the hottest male celebrity? What makes him so hot?

Baas B, omg. What makes him hot? EVERYTHING.

Is there anything you want to do before you die?

A lot of things. I want to see a lot.

Is there anyone that you want to fix your relationship with?

Yeah, that friend of mine who used to call me “his little brother”.

When you took a bus to school, was it a female or male driver? Was he/she nice?

My school was two streets further, no need to take a bus.

What color are your fingernails and toenails?

Natural? I don’t ever paint them, ew.

Is there any guy that is honestly wrapped around your little finger ;)?

Yeah, kinda my husband. He’s strict, but he does everything for me.

Did you ever have a teacher that was really creepy?

I don’t recall anyone like that.

Would you say you’re good at wrapping gifts, or horrible like me?

Even worse, believe me.

How far away is the closest bathroom?

Across the kitchen.

Your boyfriend of 4 years that you love more than anything, tells you he likes to dress up in women’s clothes (cross dresser) and wants to dress up in your clothes and go out with you. How do you react?

Could be interesting, let’s do it :P

Is your family always out visiting people?

No. We don’t do that in Belgium.

What program do you use to download your music?

I use Spotify and I don’t download anything.

The last guy you made out with asks you out. Do you accept or reject?

He’s my husband, dumbass.

Are you guilty of deleting questions from surveys that you don’t want to answer?

No. I just say they’re too boring to answer.

Have you ever had a pet fish die on you?

Never had a pet fish.

Could you see yourself playing a professional sport?

I’ve done it at some point in my life already, but had to stop due to health issues.

Would you say that you are underweight, thin, average, chubby, or overweight?

Thin and on the verge of underweight, but still at the low end of healthy BMI.

Do you crack your knuckles a lot?

Yeah, I do. Some people hate it XD

Do you remember doing that kit kat hand game (gimme a break, gimme a break, break me off a piece of that kit kat bar)?

I’ve never heard about it.

What was your favorite thing about camp as a kid?

Never been to any camp.

Have you even been on a water slide? When was the last time?

Once, when I was maybe 10.

Do you remember how having lice as a kid was so embarrassing to admit?

Yep. No wonder why, it’s disgusting.

What do you do when you’re stressed out to the max (ex: sleep, walk, talk to a friend, etc.)?

I just freeze.

If you found out you were adopted, would you take it hard?

I don’t think so.

Have you even been on the site postsecret.com?

Never heard of it.

Do you have a webcam? Do you ever use it?

Every laptop has one and no, I don’t use it at all. It’s blocked.

Say something to anyone that you wish you could say?

I really like you, let’s be friends.

[sunnyrealist]

Thank you for the tag, @kaidynsarell! 😘

How many works do you have on AO3? Three!

What's your total AO3 word count? 172, 223. WHOA. 😳

What fandoms do you write for? Hogwarts Legacy is my one and only at the moment!

Top five fics by kudos? I only have three, so in first place is The Sun, the Moon, and All Our Stars. After that, We Have Work to Do and "The Mess."

Do you respond to comments? I get ridiculously excited when I receive comments, so I almost always respond. Sometimes I do so too quickly, and then later on, I wish I would have put more time or thought into my replies. I'm trying to get better about that!

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? All of my posted fics are WIPs, but they will all have happy endings. That isn't to say there isn't any angst - there's tons of that in my main fic.

What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I think my main fic The Sun, the Moon, and All Our Stars will be the happiest because of all the emotional turmoil and mini-conflicts it took to get there along the way.

Do you get hate on fics? Not that I am aware of - people are pretty nice. I do often wonder if my writing kind of sucks, if my story is boring, or if people just don't care for my characters, though, because the hits to Kudos ratio isn't the greatest, and I don't get a ton of comments. (I've been told that I might have better luck on Wattpad, but I've never really used it, and revising/posting everything sounds like a LOT of work.) I go through phases where I totally beat myself up over my writing and ones where I reread my main fic and am like, "Yeah, I love this story!" I think my main fic is paced slower and has different vibes than people might expect. I wanted it to feel like a somewhat realistic meeting (no weird or funny situation - just meeting in a pub), how a first date might play out, a couple doing normal stuff like household chores, people just getting to know each other on a deeper level, etc. There is an overarching conflict, but there are lots of mini conflicts in different arcs, too - I know some readers might not like that there isn't one solid conflict, either. My story is extra sappy and romantic, just like most of my prior relationships were and my marriage is. I understand that might not be everyone's cup of tea, but it's definitely mine.

Do you write smut? Absolutely. I love reading sex scenes and often wish there was more in the fanfics I enjoy, so I oftentimes will put the plot aside for a little while or weave plot into some smut. My characters love having sex and are very physically affectionate and expressive. My husband (former English major) is my beta reader and often gets annoyed when there are a lot of smutty chapters in a row, but let's be honest, he's not my actual audience here, so I take that with a grain of salt while listening to all of the rest of his constructive feedback. 🤣

Craziest crossover? Never did a crossover! I have a few ideas, but I doubt I'll ever write them.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Nope, and I doubt that would ever happen.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope, and again, I highly doubt that would happen.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, but until I finish my main fic, I don't think I can really even consider the possibility. I'm laser-focused right now.

All time favorite ship? Ooh, that's a tough one. If I'm thinking about all the ships I've had my entire life, then I have to choose a few: 1. Princess Leia and Han Solo, 2. Ben Solo/Kylo Ren and Rey (Reylo), and 3. Ron and Hermione.

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I definitely plan to finish all of my fics, but I'm probably sidelining We Have Work to Do until The Sun, the Moon, and All Our Stars is finished. I have tons of ideas for spin-offs and epilogue mini-stories, but I doubt all of them will be written in the end.

What are your writing strengths? I guess I can say that there's oftentimes purpose, research, and symbolism behind names in my fic. To be honest, I'm terrible at complimenting myself. My husband says I'm good at writing dialogue and romantic situations.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language? Personally, I try to stick with my native language. I'm an American, though, writing characters who live "across the pond," and I know that the dialect in the United Kingdom is pretty different. I just do my best with phrasing and spelling. I have used Scottish Gaelic for a specific part of my fic, but I don't know the language. Sadly, I've had to resort to Google Translate. Sebastian is the translator for readers in the story, since he knows so many languages!

First fandom you wrote in? Star Wars! My first fanfic was specifically based on the characters and storyline of the Expanded Universe, which Disney killed off. 😭 I was so sad when that happened - I had been thoroughly invested in those storylines since I was ten years old, and as an adult, I had been so sure that the new Star Wars trilogy would be based on them. I'm thankful for Reylo, at least, though!

Favorite fic you've written? I'm partial to my main fic.

No twentieth question - Like Kaidyn said, I have truly enjoyed being part of the Hogwarts Legacy fandom. I've met some wonderful friends here - crazily enough, I've even hung out with some fandom friends IRL! One of my Discord servers has also delved into other fandoms, like Bridgerton, Fourth Wing, and ACOTAR. It's been so fun to be part of a little book club. 🥰 The HL fandom thankfully brought me back into writing fiction and gaming... and I want to draw more now, too! That might be another revisited hobby someday.

No pressure tags: @leafler, @ladyofsappho, @morelikeravenbore, and any other fanfic writers who are interested! I don't want to double-tag anyone.

20 Qs for fic writers

@slytherizz you're a gem. Thanks for the tag, darling

How many works do you have on AO3? Exactly 1. There may be more eventually, but for now, that's it.

What's your total AO3 word count? 36,549

What fandoms do you write for? Hogwarts Legacy

Top five fics by kudos? Top 5? I have exactly 1 lol. So, here's to my baby: Sanguinis et Omnium Fractorum!

Do you respond to comments? Yes - I get nervous sometimes, though. Like not knowing exactly what to say back. So sometimes it takes me a bit.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I haven't officially published any of my angsty endings. Though, I might have a few others in the works with much more bittersweet endings

What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? SOF will eventually get a happy ending so I guess it will be that one whenever it gets finished.

Do you get hate on fics? No - I'd probably crawl into a hole never to return. I only want to be perceived for praise. Thanks.

Do you write smut? Sometimes....I don't share it often, though.

Craziest crossover? The Secret History x Hogwarts Legacy

Have you ever had a fic stolen? No, I'd be very surprised

Have you ever had a fic translated? Not unless you count me translating my own garbled thoughts into something mildly readable

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Ah.. nothing official. Though the Willow girlies all have a history of bouncing ideas off of each other that sort of end up cohesive lore/writing.

All time favorite ship? Willow has my heart (Henry Winter x Sebastian Sallow) It was written in the stars, and you'll never convince me otherwise. Fav crackship

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Oh gosh. There are so many in my head that I've yet to put onto paper. More Wilow ramblings, I've got a Seb Dad/Daughter fic thats been playing around in my head for some time that I keep meaning to write down but never get around to for some reason.

What are your writing strengths? So much angst. lol. I've been told I'm quite descriptive.. So I guess that's a strength.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language? My Seb is very much a polyglot. NERD. So I may try to incorporate some other languages into my fic, though I do cringe a bit at using Google Translate. So we'll see how much ends up there

First fandom you wrote in? Hogwarts Legacy was the first I've ever written for. I never even really wrote before this at all other than some random little stories when I was a child

Favorite fic you've written? Oh Gosh. There are some longer HL works I haven't published that I do love looking back on. They're a bit rubbish, but I can see my writing grow through them and that's very cool to see. Otherwise, SOF was the first I ever put into any kind of public space, so it will always be special in some way I think.

No twentieth question - I've met so many delightful/wonderful people through this little fandom and I'm so grateful for all of them. You darlings all know who you are.✨

No pressure tags💕: @diligentcranberry @sunnyrealist @juneymont

@rypnami @quackwizardry

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[boxofbonesfic]

Wedding planning with your soon to be husband has been nothing short of a breeze. With the leftover invitations, you addressed all your favorite celebrities- your fiancé insisting that the you send one off to Steve Rogers.

What you didn’t expect was to get an RSVP back from him, but you’ll accommodate anyone that can make your fiancé beam like that.

congrats on 7k, you deserve it and more 💚

Title: Something Blue

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x Bride!Reader

Wordcount: 1,279

Warnings: Dark!Steve, is there a bride kink?, Wedding Crashing, Implied Smut, Manipulation, Implied NonCon

A/N: 👀 next up, a wedding, lol. i hope you all enjoy this one, it was really fun to write! love a good wedding-crashing.

Your sister squeezes your hand, and you pray her shrill whisper doesn’t carry all the way across the church. 

 “IS THAT STEVE ROGERS?”

You drag Hailey away from the double doors, your face flaming hot as you bunch the delicate train of your dress under your other arm so that you can waddle back to the dressing room as quickly as possible. 

 “Jesus, Hailey! Scream it, why don’t you,” you hiss, resting your back against the cool wood. 

 “Sorry, sorry, it’s just, well, fuck!” Your sister throws her hands into the air excitedly. “Like, Captain America is at your wedding!” 

 “Ex-Captain-America,” you remind her. “And besides, this was all Travis’ idea.” It was. Steve Rogers was your husband’s idol—Brooklyn born and bred, just like him. It went beyond healthy hero worship in your opinion, but you hadn’t been able to deny his request. 

 “If he doesn’t come, so what? It’s just an invitation! People send celebrities invitations to their weddings all the time! Look at J.Lo!”

 Well, it certainly isn’t J.Lo sitting in the second right pew,  you think with a sigh. 

 “Oh yeah. Damn, he should have brought the other guy, the new one, with the wings. He’s fine.” You elbow her, laughing. 

 “Do you think you could not troll for strange dick at my wedding?” You ask, turning around and motioning to the still loose laces on the back of your dress. 

 Your sister heaves a dramatic sigh, and you feel her gather up the laces, pulling them taut. “My work’s never done around here. And now no reward? What did I even come for?”

 “To see me marry the love of my life?”

 “I guess I’ll settle for that,” she grunts, and you exhale a strained breath as she ties off the corset. “Look at that, perfect.” You’re about to ask if your makeup needs touching up when there’s a soft rap at the door. Hailey peeks around you with a frown. “If that’s you, Trav,  you better get out of here and go wait at the altar before I punch you.” 

 “Then it’s probably a good thing Travis is still up at the pulpit, then.” The voice is familiar—not because you really know Steve Rogers, but because you’ve heard it on television so many times. Your sister covers her excited shriek with her hands while you fumble for the doorknob. You pull it open, and there he is, his tight-fitted tux bulging around his muscles as he raises a hand for you to shake, the other held behind his back.

 “Steve Rogers,” he says, as though you don’t know who he is. “Congratulations.” 

 “N-nice to meet you.” Your hand feels tiny in his. “I, I didn’t, um. Travis is a really big fan.” You stammer. “I didn’t think you would, um. Would come.” 

 “Well, maybe this is a little embarrassing, but I love weddings. Haven’t really been to a proper one since I came out of the ice.” He rubs the back of his neck, and his cheeks pinken ever so slightly. Cute. “Anyway, I thought I should bring something.” In his left hand is a thick envelope. 

 “You didn’t have to do that, really,” you protest, but he forces it into your hands with a gentle smile. “Thank you.” 

 “No, no, the pleasure is all mine. I’m sure the service will be lovely.” He gives you a polite nod, and about-faces, walking back into the chapel. Quickly, you tear open the envelope, and your eyes widen. The earrings inside are nothing short of lovely—they look like antiques; baby blue sapphires set in delicately twisting silver. 

 “Jesus christ,” says Hailey over your shoulder. “You think if I invite him to my birthday I’ll get some of the Queen’s jewels?” 

 “Hailey!” You chastise her as you replace the pearls in your ears with the sapphires Steve had gifted you, handing the discarded earrings off to your sister. You fix her with a conspiratorial grin before giggling. 

 “No, but send it anyway.” 

 —

 The ceremony was beautiful, and Travis’ vows brought tears to your eyes, which had utterly ruined your mascara. That was okay, though, because now you were his. And he was yours too; forever, just like he’d said. 

 “I didn’t think I could love someone as much as you. Could feel as much love as you give me.”

 It makes your chest ache with fullness just to think about it. 

 “We’ve got to be there in forty five minutes, you have everything?” Your mother asks you hurriedly as she rushes you to the car. “The dress is there already?” 

 “For the hundredth time, yes, mom. It’s at the suite. I just have to change and then we can go right to the reception hall. Ten minutes, tops.” Travis is already headed there, but he isn’t the one that has a twenty pound tulle demon to contend with. It’s only a few minutes back to the hotel, and you assure both your mother and Hailey that you can touch up your own makeup and shimmy into the skin-tight ivory number you’d chosen for the reception. 

 You leave them downstairs, gathering your skirts in your hands as you race to the elevator. 

 “Hold the door, please!” You’re surprised to see Steve jogging toward you, an apologetic smile on his face. “Thanks. Didn’t realize you were staying here too,” he says, taking care not to step on the train of your dress as he squeezes in beside you. 

 “No problem,” you grin. “Just going to get reception ready. Late, as per usual.” The bell dings, and you begin trying to clamor out of the elevator past him. 

 “Let me help.” Steve lifts the hem of your dress, high enough to keep the train from dragging as you speed-walk towards the hotel suite. With a swipe of your key-card the door opens, and you bustle into the room. 

 “Thank you, Steve, I really appreciate it. And the earrings are beautiful.” You turn to him with a grateful smile, expecting to see him bow out of the room and close the door behind him—

 But he doesn’t.

 Steve reaches up to slide the thick deadbolt down over the lock, that serene smile still on his face. 

 “You’re very welcome, doll. They look beautiful on you.” Steve Rogers is a hero, you tell yourself, swallowing down the rising bolt of fear that snakes up your throat. A hero. He takes a step closer to you. “You know, I fibbed a little earlier. And I am sorry for that.” Your mouth goes dry as he begins undoing the little gold cufflinks on the sleeves of his tux. 

 “W-what are you doing?” He ignores you, continuing to talk like you hadn’t asked him a question. 

 “I’ve been to lots of weddings. Turns out, you people love inviting strangers to your most private, personal moments—if they’re famous.” His fingers go to the buttons on his shirt after he unclips the tie from his collar. There is ice in your veins as you try to run for the phone on the bedside table, but Steve grabs for the back of your dress. You tumble backward, and the air leaves your lungs in a pained wheeze as you hit the floor. 

 You stare dizzily at the ceiling as he begins to crawl under the many layers of delicate tulle, his fingers tugging at your garters. 

 “I’m going to leave you something blue, sweetheart,” he says softly. His mouth is warm against the bare curve of your hip. “I know blue eyes are a recessive trait, but they all seem to have them.”

 fin

[bellafragolina]

I kinda wanna see Guzma and/or Piers get the shovel talk from their s/o's best friend. You know the whole, "If you hurt them no one will find your body" talk, and if they get snarky the whole, "Well no one's found their Ex's body yet" talk. Bonus points if the friends is small and unassuming. I tried to think of someone else to also get the shovel talk but honestly the brain is full of Guzma and Piers. No one else can live in my head apparently /j - FTM Anon

lolol shovel talks are so funny. i still remember mine to my friend's then boyfriend, now husband <3

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Guzma:

Guzma talks big talk, but he can live up to a good bit of it. He's not scared of your best friend, despite the stare down he tends to get from them whenever he hangs around you. They're sneaky, though. Affectionate, and they're quick to steal your attention away when they think he's getting too close. Guzma whines to you about it when you're alone, and you agree to talk with them, but they still vie for your attention when he's around, probably just to make him mad

He confronts them after a while of this, wanting to know why they're so annoying. They happily explain stuff you've already told him, about how close you both are and how much they care for you. They want you happy! And with the right person! And Guzma may be that person, but who knows? For now, it's their job to see if Guzma is able to stand a bit of annoyance when it comes to your attention (they also think getting him annoyed is kinda fun).

"After all, last guy they dated took a swing when I started to cuddle them in front of him." Your friend notes, innocence lacing their tone. Guzma stiffens, angry. He remembers you telling him about it, how sad you were. "I was able to beat him off, of course. Lucky I had my keys in my hand! Shame about his eye, though."

Guzma pauses. His eye? Keys? You didn't go into much detail about how your friend fended the guy off.

Their face suddenly gets casted in shadow as they frown, eyes narrowed and almost challenging. "If you turn out the same, I'll just add another eye to the collection. Or I dunno, maybe I'll take something else as a souvenir. Become a Frankenstein and make a monster from the parts."

They laugh, and Guzma makes a mental note to one: ask you about this later, and two: try to stay on your friend's good side if they're not lying after all.

Piers:

Piers doesn't think your friend likes him. They're always eyeballing him whenever you're not looking, suspicious of everything he does with you, even just holding your hand. Piers honestly doesn't care too much; he knows that he's new and they're not sure of him yet. He does wish they would talk with him about it, though, even if he's also not the biggest fan of those conversations

He asks you about it, and you admit to him a previous relationship of yours ended poorly, so they've been protective ever since. These things are hard to guess in the middle of them, so your friend acts as the outside observer, searching for the red flags you can't see through your rose-tinted glasses. Piers understands this as well, and puts a little more effort into showing that he's never going to do that to you

"I know they already told you about the previous guy." Your friend says to him, during one lull period where you've left them alone together to do something else. "A real piece of work, and none of us expected it."

Piers says nothing, unsure of where this is going due to their dark tone.

"When we found him, I wanted to kill him." Your friend remarks idly. "Abusing our trust, especially theirs, is a big no-no for me, y'know? I let him get away, though, just with a few broken fingers to remember me by as he tried to move on."

"Yeah?" Piers remarks carefully.

Your friend nods. "You seem nice, and you play good guitar too. Don't make me break your fingers too, okay? It'd be a shame to disappoint your fans by taking away your ability to ever play again."

Piers nods. Well, at least it seems like they're starting to trust him? They could've picked a less threatening way of telling him, though.

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I tried to make these seem somewhat plausible as threats go. Needed self defense was done, and the friend can and will do it again if the boyfriend shows signs, and all that.

Hope you enjoyed! Have a good day!

~Renee

[harryhoney-bee]

I'm feeling really soft and fuzzy today, So if I can request something I want to do that abeja 🐝💓

#Concept: Nightly routine with y/n and Harry- parents of two little babies.

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Night Routine

Warning: your ovaries might explode... mine did 🤚🏻 I would give this man 9 children if he asked.

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“But I want to take a beth with him, daddy,” Cecília whined to Harry, while he undressed her, putting her new pajamas and towel on the bathroom counter.

“My little darling, he is still little, he can’t take bath with you,” Harry explained, taking Cecí on his lap and putting her inside the warm tub, handing her some of her favorite toys. “Lorenzo is just 6 months, he’s not as big as you.”

Harry made a bowl with his hands, wetting her curly hair and applying shampoo, a pout still on her face. “Please, daddy?” she said, her chubby hand grabbing his arm. Cecí had already mastered her puppy eyes technique, and she knew how much her dad had a weak spot for her.

“Alright, alright,” He finally gave in, “but he will stay outside of the tub, he doesn’t know how to sit by himself.”

“Thank you, daddy!” The girl splashed water around in excitement, which made Harry smile. That’s how he always wanted to see her: happy and healthy.

Harry went to the door, keeping an eye on the girl in the tub. “Baby? Are you done nursing? Cecí wants to see Lorenzo,” he tried to call his wife as loud as he could while being mindful of Lorenzo, who could be asleep by now. He never wanted to alarm any of him or Cecília with his loud voice.

In a matter of seconds, Y/n appeared in the hallway, a confused expression on her face while Lorenzo was calmly laying down on her arms, his little hands resting on Y/n’s shoulders. “What’s wrong? Why does she want to see him? We just had diner together,” she asked, heading in Harry’s direction.

“I’m not sure, guess she just missed him,” Harry answered, giving his wife a kiss on the forehead and bending down to talk to a very awake Lorenzo. “But who wouldn’t miss you, huh? Such a cutie, right buddy?” he was aware that using a baby voice wasn’t the best, but he couldn’t help, Lorenzo was just extremely adorable.

“Mommy! Enzo!” Cecília called, from the opposite side of the bathroom, “come here mommy, miss you too.”

Y/n sat on the bathroom floor, Lorenzo still with her. “Hey, my heart, having a good bath with daddy?” she asked at the same time Harry sat down by her side and hugged her from the side, laying his chin on her head.

“Yeah! Daddy always let me play,” Cecília took one of the yellow ducks and showed her mom, “This is Mc Duck.”

“Wow, he’s a very beautiful duck isn’t he?” She asked, giving Lorenzo to Harry while kneeling near the bathtub since Cecí still had to wash her hair, Y/n gently took the excess of shampoo from the girl’s hair, while Harry tried to keep Lorenzo entertained by singing him a silly song.

“He is, I love yellow,” the little girl admitted, “I think Lorenzo loves yellows too.”

“And why do you think that, Cecí?” Harry asked amused while pretending to eat the boy’s fingers.

“Because we’re are best friends,” She said as if the answer was obvious, “and friends like the same things.” Y/n and Harry looked at each other and laughed, for a five-year-old girl she knew a lot about relationships.

“Oh, how do you know that?” Y/n asked, finishing washing her hair, letting Cecília enjoy her time in the bath.

“Because you and daddy are best friends, you wear the same clothes sometimes, listen to the same music, and watch the same movies,” with every new topic she would count down on her fingers, it was quite a comical sight.

Harry’s chuckle filled the room, the baby on his lap giggled too. “Well, my little lady, you are right. But friends can also like different things, too,” he told her. “Me and mommy like a lot of similar things, but we also have our preferences.”

“Exactly, daddy loves bananas, but I don’t” y/n complemented, getting Cecília out of the tub, helping her into some warm clothes, “I don’t like to work out, but your dad always wakes up early to go for a run, see? We like different things but we still love each other.”

Harry got up from the floor, rocking Lorenzo softly, his heavy eyes indicating how sleepy the baby was. He took the combing cream in his hand and began combing Cecília’s curls with one hand, while his other arm held Lorenzo. Being a father of two made him very talented at doing two things at the same time. While he did that, Y/n was getting Cecí’s toothpaste ready.

“Daddy, do you love mommy even if she doesn’t go running with you?” Cecí asked, before opening her mouth so Y/n could brush her teeth. Normally they would let Cecília do it by herself, with their supervision, but it was already late and the couple desperately needed to get the children to bed, or else their routine would be messed up. Good thing Lorenzo seemed to be falling asleep already.

“Of course I do! We don’t love people just because they do the same things we do, we love people because they are kind and respectful to us, yeah?” Harry said, looking at Y/n and blowing her a kiss. This is what he loved the most about parenthood: watching the kids growing into their best version.

Parenting was made in many different ways, but the couple especially loved having these kinds of conversations. Even though Cecília was still young, she was already beginning to comprehend what love and friendships were, and Harry and Y/n had the privilege to teach her that.

Harry finished her hair, putting the brush and the products in their place under the sink while Y/n put on some socks on Cecí’s feet, the little girl was yawning, seeming tired. Lorenzo started to fussy on Harry’s arms.

“Guess it’s time to sleep, huh?” Harry said, caressing Cecílias head, “Tired, my baby? Want daddy to read a bedtime story to you? Or do you want mommy?” At the same time he mentioned Y/n, Lorenzo started to soft cry. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Harry asked, looking down at the upset’s baby face.”

Y/n took his from Harry’s arms, cuddling him closer to her chest, “What do you want, Enzo? Mommy just fed you” she looked at her husband, “I’ll nurse him again on the bed, he’s probably just a bit agitated, will you put her to sleep?”

“Yeah, of course.”

The woman kissed Cecília on the forehead, “have a good night, ok, baby? Mommy will take you to the playground tomorrow, alright?”

“Ok mommy, I love you and little bro too,” she said, giving a hug to her mom before she disappeared through the door with the crying baby.

Harry took Cecília by her small hand, leading them to her room, just by the side of the main suite, where the couple slept. He guided the little girl to her bed, giving her all of her favorite stuffed animals, and covered Cecília in her Lilac duvet.

“What story do you want today?

“The pirate one, please,” she asked, laying her head on the pillow as Harry went to her bookshelf, picking the one with the title Pirate’s cove. He sat by the end of the bed and began telling the story.

“I have a story for you, a story of untold riches and a young lad who found them. And who am I, you ask? Well, I am the spirit of the sand-dollar, a pirate and a buccaneer, Captain of the seahorse, the finest ship to ever sail the seven seas…”

Harry would occasionally stop to answer any questions Cecília had, but after 15 minutes he was done with the book and the girl was fast asleep, hugging tight to her little lamb. He made sure she was tucked in and turned off the lights (besides the one on the side of Cecília’s bed, she was scared to sleep in a pitch-black room), he closed the door and headed to his bedroom.

To Harry’s surprise, Lorenzo was sleeping in his bassinet by the side of the mattress. He usually would sleep in his nursery, but today just seemed like an off day to the little boy. Harry got closer to him, stroking the chubby cheeks, “Oh my little bug, did mommy let you sleep here with us? You’re not feeling fine?”

“I think he’s teething,” Y/n said in a raspy voice, taking her head from the pillow, “he’s even a bit warmer than usual, I think his gums are itching.”

“My poor baby,” Harry mumbled, turning his head to Y/n, “I hate seeing him upset, maybe we could make some homemade Popsicle, it helped when Cecília was teething.”

“Yeah, we can try that, we can make them tomorrow.” she patted the mattress, “now please come to bed, he did a number on me, I’m so tired.”

“Alright baby,” Harry took off his shirt, standing only in sweatpants, he went to the bed, laying by Y/n side, one arm hooked on her waist as she cuddled to him, placing her head on his shoulder.

“I’m so lucky to have you,” Y/n said against his neck.

“Oh baby, I am the lu--”

“--I mean, how many husbands would still love their wives even if they wouldn’t go jogging at 6 in the morning?” she said teasingly, her giggles reaching his ear.

He rolled his eyes playfully, “you are making a lot of jokes for someone who is tired,” he kissed her temple. “I’m gonna wake you up at 5 am tomorrow, so we can be fitness together.”

“Don’t you dare! You do that and your plan of being a father to three it’s over.”

“Damn sweetheart, that’s not very nice, huh?”

“You’re the one who started,” she said, before closing her eyes, snuggling to Harry’s body. The man placed a hand on her belly, falling asleep minutes later.

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[praeteritus-memories]

"I ain't ever wanna wake up if it was, baby." Holding onto Eros, he can't help but thank the Aeons for letting Eros come into his life. Was this a reward for his deeds as a Galaxy Ranger? He doesn't know if Aeons actually grant rewards for people who follow a path, but he sure as hell feels like it is! Even just the idea of soon calling Eros his husband makes everything feels so surreal, and all the more reason he can't help but cuddle up to him as they lay on the floor of their shared room together.

The kiss to him, was both a reminder that this was reality and how alive he truly felt with Eros. Their kiss felt like one big explosion to him, a boom in his heart with his body emotionally feeling the embers of a blast on him. They say kisses with the one you love feel like sparks, but for someone who loves as deeply as Boothill, it feels more like explosions that could carve a hole somewhere.

"You know dang well I would shout out I'm all in love, but you know I'd just make a dang fool o' myself if I said m' censored words." Besides, wouldn't make much sense to shout out words like 'fudgin' with such passion when no one seemed to understand what he actually meant by that. "Braid m' hair? Heck yeah! I was always braidin' Clara's hair as a baby that I never really did mine up, 'sides a ponytail when it got real hot." It makes him so happy though! To sit there and let his beloved care for his long black and white hair, it sounds like a paradise in his mind. All that was missing, would be clear skies and warm spring air.

"Hm...It ain't sound cute when I get real upset. Tellin' someone to fork the heck off or callin' someone a son of a nice lady ain't sound real manly out there, even when I'm pointin' a loaded gun at 'em." Even for as much as he pouts, he can't help but turn into a smile by the way Eros so cutely laughs at his censorship. "You right though! Hey, maybe I can find a real nice pin for m' jacket too! I know I got a lot of 'em but one more can't hurt nobody! 'Sides, if it's somethin' you pick out then it's real special. That's right! Probably should dress in somethin' warmer 'round here too so I ain't look so weird. Guess it ain't the norm for a cyborg only wearin' chaps and a cropped jacket, ain't it?"

"If it is a dream- I'd never wanna wake up." He spoke so softly, just holding onto the other. How lucky he was, to have someone who had such love for him even in the face of his condition. Of how he'd ran from a home he'd never truly loved. And how lucky he was to find a home in someone else's arms. A family to call his own. He'd missed that, really. Being able to say he had a family. Being part of one. And now he got to be a father. And he got to be a fiance.

His own heart shaped pupils seemed to gleam as he looked at the other. Returning each kiss so lovingly. So deeply. He almost never wanted this moment to end. Wished he could live in bliss with his beloved just kissing him on the floor after being proposed to. "Hah, that is true. I adore when y'mark me up, but havin' somethin' physical like this- it makes everyone know. Like I could just yell from th' rooftops that 'm marryin' th' love of m'life~. And everyone would see it." Two hearts and two souls becoming one. How beautiful a love that felt like to him. How perfect, too.

"Pfft, mine gets even longer if I actually unbraid it. Speakin' of- I wanna do y'er's sometime. If ya'd let me." He giggled, returning each kiss as his tail wagged even quicker.

"A necklace t' hold th' ring on, got it! Y'could even hide it away in y'er li'l 'kerchief y'got there. Then it won't get snagged on nothin'." And then he was laughing, resting his head back on Boothill's chest. "Pear me off, he says. I know it drives y'crazy but s'just so- cute sometimes th'way y'er beacon censors ya. Let's go shoppin' tomorrow..~. Find somethin' perfect f'er m'Galaxy Ranger~."