#this tuesday i finally took out my stiches so i was REALLY looking forward to being able to kiss her properly this weekend

[roaringroa]

first met my gf at a halloween party 2 years ago when she was dressed as juliet and i became enamored but didn’t do much about it. at last year’s halloween party we met again and this time we exchanged phone numbers and shortly after started going on dates. this halloween she’s going as juliet again but this time i’m doing romeo. this is so fucking corny and cheesy but idc it’s cute ahskaj

[bitchfitch]

fluffy tpth spoilers/pseudo fanfic below the cut

Some days at the Burrow were constant high octane adrenaline or endless vibrant hedonism, others left Hound floating on a vague sort of grief, and others yet were calm and quiet; to a point they verged on feeling normal. Like there wasn't still a slight disconnect from life within the Burrow's walls and life outside it.

Today was thankfully one of those peaceful days.

Hound was sat in his chair with his feet kicked up on the coffee table beside his mug and the days newspaper in his hands. He could hear Roger tearing something up in his pen in the other room, and the sounds of traffic would sometimes cut through the thin walls, his paper would rustle as the oscillating fan turned his way or when he flipped the page, even the fan's own quiet whirring contributing to this orchestra of comfortable mundanity.

Occasionally, one of the chairs in the kitchen would creek as Prints shifted in his seat, slowly doing something or another with his and Lop's jackets. The quiet sounds of him toiling away being the only remimder that Hound was not alone in this little piece of normality.

Hound knew better than to ask what he was up to. Prints would tell him in his own time. So for now his job was to just provide quiet companionship. He thought that of all his duties, of all the duties he has ever had, either willfully, or forced, or grown, this was the one he could carry on with endlessly.

Lop had gone to visit her family and Hare and Coney had gone out for the weekend to some convention or another, leaving just Hound and Prints home alone.

Maybe Hound should invite Prints to dinner? Prints usually only accepted outright shows of affection from Hound after the others had had their turn, something all of them had often gotten after Prints about. None of them had a finite amount of love to dole out, so Prints didn't need to always let the others go first. Maybe, while the others were gone, Prints would let Hound dote on him in the gentle, subtle way Prints liked but would rarely accept?

Hound turned to find the advertisement page, just to see if there was anywhere especially promising. Yes, just using his phone to look this up would yield more complete results, but there would always be something to finding the right place written out in black on sharp smelling off white pages. No where new jumped out at him, but there was a coupon for that thai place Prints had a love-hate relationship with. Yeah, that would do just fine.

Prints broke the quiet before Hound could.

"We need to get married," Prints said without looking up from the jacket he was working on,

For a moment Hounds brain struggles to catch up as the words strike into place. Had Prints really said That? "Sorry, Did you just propose to me?" Hound put his paper down on his lap as he turns his full attention to Prints. Of all the ways he expected their theoretical engagement to happen-

"No, I stated a fact. We need to get married," Prints said it like he was reporting on whether beige or taupe was a better color, like it was boring, and nothing of note. Not like he just sent Hounds heart pounding faster than that time he got shot,

"I'm sorry Rabbit, but I need you to walk me through this one," Hound rubbed under his eyes as he tried to play catch up,

"The others have already promised that if anything were to go wrong and one of them was caught, they would throw me under the bus. Say I coerced them into doing everything they did and that they feared me and had no other choice," Prints put down his needle and picked up his scissors to clip a thread, his voice still bored as he explained his reasoning,"That won't work if you get caught. You had the resources to take us down without injury to yourself, and with the promise of being seen as a hero, and still chose not to do it. You are an absolute mountain of a man who could have easily overpowered me if it came down to fists, you have no personal connections for me to have threatened," Prints made sure to turn a vaguely annoyed glare Hounds way before continuing, "And I know you wouldn't be smart about it even if you could. Which is why we need to get married. I can't trust you to take care of yourself, so I have to make sure you don't have to,"

"Sorry, for loving you to much to villainize you?" Hound scoffed in disbelief, "But, Prints, do you only want to get married so that I can't be made to testify against you?" Hound tried to hide the hurt that came from rejection. Was this really rejection? It sure felt like it, or at least it felt like finding out that one of the four people he would die for didn't want to marry him nearly as much as he wanted them to marry,

"It's just a fact," Prints huffed. He turned his attention back to the coat in his hands, quietly pouting at it with a tight jaw and his shoulders slumping forward, "Never mind, I shouldn't have brought it up," He was practically growing thorns as he turned in on himself, almost visibly putting up a wall between himself and Hound,

"Then why did you?" Hound asked, he could see Prints was hurting, and knowing Prints, there was the very real possibility that he wanted more than he was letting on,

"Lop's Sister is getting married. She texted me about it this morning and it's just been on my mind," He didn't look at hound as he spoke, but he wasn't really back to focusing on the jacket either,

Hound sighed as he stood from his chair, he knew why Prints always refused to ask for anything for himself, but it still hurt to see him tearing himself up over something like this. Hound sat in the seat beside him, and took one of his hands in his own. He brushed his thumbs over Prints' knuckles as they both sat in silence, Prints kept his eyes down as he waited, "Prints, yes or no on this one, would it make you happy if we got married?" Lowell kept his tone as neutral as he could even as his heart thundered away behind his ribs,

"Yeah," Prints said, his voice low and quiet as he cracked a little at the tenderness,

"Would it make you happy if I proposed? Or would you prefer to propose to me?"

"You don't have to-"

"I don't have to do anything," Hound interrupted "I'm asking because I would like to marry you, but I'm an old man who wants to be a little traditional about this. So I'd like there to be a proposal, and a proper wedding, or as proper as we can manage given," Hound gestured vaguley with his free hand, "Everything. So, Prints, Do you want to propose or can I?"

"What about the others, they would be-" He started trying to drag up reasons to deny himself this,

"We will talk about this with them when they get home. But, that's beside the point," Hound, squeezed his hand gently, just enough to reasure, "This is about us, If we want to get married we can,"

"No it's not. They- I know they would want you to propose to them too. Or Coney and Lop would, Hare would want to be the one to propose, And obviously they might want to marry eachother too, but we're still working on the polyamory laws, and all five of us-"

"Prints," Hound laughed under his breath, "You, Lop, and Coney are all legally dead. And my name showing up on a marriage license would definitely catch too much attention to be safe. The lot of us would have to figure it out more in terms of how the honeymoons will work than how we do this legally," he squeezed Prints' hand, "I love you, and I love them, and as far as I'm concerned, there's no reason I can't be a husband to all of you,"

"You'd want the honeymoons to be separate?"

"I want a week with each of you, just to relish you each and prove exactly how good of a husband I can be. We'd rent a condo out in one of the smaller towns and play normal for a while we did it, and then at the end of it I'd want all four of you. For us to just have a week where I know for certain all of my rabbits are safe and happy and where we can forget about our work and just be people for a little bit," he smiles at Prints, "We can make this work, you just have to let it,"

"How long have you been thinking about this?" Prints asks quietly, "I… I'm having trouble with this,"

"This is something good, and good things aren't common in our lives," Hound says, "You, out of all of us, have had so few good things stay good, that it doesn't surprise me at all that this is hard to swallow," he shrugs, "And I've been thinking about it since that night on the roof top. Id been here Burrow for only a few days and after actually getting to meet you all and get to know you. I realized that I loved all of you and didn't know if I could ever choose, and I felt like the most selfish ass in existence for wanting you all,

"You came up and we sat together, and I will never forget how handsome you looked there, and how badly I needed you in my life and in my arms." He could still feel the pangs in his chest that had come with that revelation, "And that hurt so bad because I thought that if I had you, I couldn't have any of the others." Hound smiled softly "You were the one to call me a "big fucking idiot" for thinking that. I've wanted to marry all of you since then," he confessed,

"I want you to do it," Prints says after a brief moment as he finally turns to look at Hound, his big round eyes, puppy dog brown, unguarded and vulnerable. Asking for something like this was hard, and Hound couldn't be more proud of him for doing it,

"Give me a a few days to get everything ready. We're taking this next tuesday off so I can make an event out of this for you," He can't stop the stupid grin that crosses his face as he presses a kiss to Prints' temple before standing to start figuring this out, "I love you so much, Bunny"

"Love you too, Dog Breath," Prints laughed as he turned back to his work, still smiling as he started stiching again.