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Can I please have a reaction from Moon and Sun of the never ending hug/cuddle? (If not that's perfectly fine! I hope you have a wonderful day/night!)

or, here's what happens if Moon (who always waits for the other person to pull away from a hug first) hugs a kid who is not at all interested in letting go <3

#fnaf #fnaf sb #fnaf dca #dca fandom #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #no copypastas in the daycare #doodle dump #dialogue dump #there you go. naptime-long hug! the only thing that stopped it is Sun being unable to stay so still for so long #and you have a wonderful day/night too!!

Dumping a post-RE8/old Chrisker idea with Chris and Wesker saving the world from a virus after working together.

Chris: You did good.

Wesker: Don't say you're "proud of me", I will detest it.

Chris: [smiling] I knew you had it in you.

Wesker: [looks away to hide the small smile] You digust me.

#chrisker #old chrisker #dialogue dump #prompt dump

Wyatt’s stomach was still churning too uncomfortably for him to think about dinner, nor did Brynn seem too bothered either; she was far more interested in taking herself to bed. He’d been too distracted to notice earlier, but he suddenly realised she hadn’t even brought a bag along with her.

Wyatt: You didn’t bring anything with you? Brynn: I not really have anything… Wyatt: If I knew you were going to set out with nothing, I might not have been so keen to let you leave. Brynn: It was important to me. Wyatt: I know. Brynn: You came to find me, didn’t you? Wyatt: Perhaps-.. but I changed my mind in the end. Brynn: Before or after you fail? Wyatt: [snorts] In between. Brynn: I not mean to ghost you-.. I hoped to get a new phone, but something more important popped up. Wyatt: It’s okay.. I have your phone, by the way. Brynn: Oh-.. is Gael still breathing? Wyatt: Unfortunately. Brynn: Maybe you knock some sense into him. Wyatt: I doubt it. Brynn: Hm, me too-.. I would have liked to see his face. [Wyatt snickered lowly; he should’ve taken a picture]

Wyatt: Would you still have come back? You know, if it weren’t for-… Brynn: I always plan on coming home. Wyatt: I take it you were busy saving your money? Brynn: Yes! Though your friend Darien helped me in the end. Wyatt: I’ll have to pay him back then. Brynn: Pfft, I pay myself! That’s why I take so long. Wyatt: I could’ve helped you, if you’d asked. Brynn: I not think it fair. Wyatt: What do you mean? Brynn: Is so expensive. Wyatt: And? Brynn: I not want to bankrupt you. [Wyatt squinted, realising he’d never mentioned the fact that his lifestyle didn’t quite match his bank account] Wyatt: Brynn, I could buy us a private jet if I wanted-.. several, in fact. Brynn: Really..? Wyatt: Mhm. Brynn: You live so modestly; I never would know. Wyatt: Well, at least you’re not after my money.

Brynn chuckled sleepily; she hadn’t returned with the intent to sit idly on her hands, but it was nice to know there was no rush to find employment, or to make money. She was beyond exhausted after the past few months

Brynn: Does that mean I not have to get a job? Wyatt: Not unless you want one. Brynn: Will you keep yours? Wyatt: Probably not. I just wanted to know what it felt like-.. mundanity. Brynn: Is kind of rewarding, no? Wyatt: Oddly so. Brynn: I think we have something more rewarding to spend our time on soon. Wyatt: How long do we have to, uh.. prepare? Brynn: I not know exactly. Wyatt: You haven’t been to the doctors? Brynn: I not able to just walk in without being registered! I feel fine, anyway. Wyatt: We’ll sort it out tomorrow-.. get you some clothes n’ stuff afterward. Brynn: You are soft. Wyatt: Only for you.

With no worries left unsaid and no more secrets between them, Brynn draped herself over Wyatt and crashed-.. hard. Some people clearly didn’t understand her choices, but she’d never felt so loved, seen, or safe with anyone else before. She was finally home, and for the first time in her life, she was truly content…

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"Harry. When I inevitably fade into oblivion, will you make sure they remember me?”

Harry snorted with silent laughter. “Of course, love. Though, if you’re ‘fading into oblivion’, how is it that I’m still around to remind people?”

“Oh Harry,” Draco sighed. “We all know that I will die first. Killed by my hubris.”

“Right,” Harry whispered back. “I had forgotten.”

He stroked the hair back from Draco’s face and waited patiently for the next absurd statement. He knew from experience he would not have to wait long.

“How?” Draco said.

“How what?”

“How will they remember me?”

“Well, obviously, I’ll write poems and songs,” Harry teased.

“Have you already started?”

“Of course I have, my darling. Elegies take time.”

“That’s good,” Draco muttered, turning over. “You don’t have much time left.”

Harry stared at the back of Draco’s head for a moment, seeking out some hidden meaning and letting his brow furrow with worry for just a fraction of a second before turning over himself and going to sleep. After what felt like mere minutes, he was woken to a muffled scream and the jolt of the mattress. He rolled over and barely opened one eye, finding Draco—predictably—clutching the covers as he sat bolt upright.

“Giant octopus or buried alive?” he asked softly.

“Octopus,” Draco replied with a shudder, shuffling back down under the covers and moving over so Harry could wrap him into an embrace. “How much gin did I drink, exactly?”

“Well, I’m not sure,” Harry considered. “I lost track after the third pitcher of Pimm’s, but you’ve been asleep since about eight last night.”

“Did I tell you how I’m going to die again?”

Harry laughed. “No, sleep-talking-drunk-Draco was far more worrying and cryptic this time. You just demanded that I make people remember you.”

Draco snorted. “Well, that’s ridiculous. Who could ever forget this level of perfection.”

Harry poked Draco in the ribs and laughed when he recoiled. “Perfection, hey? What about when attending garden parties?”

“Well. Fine. Perfection except for a sheer intolerance for gin.”

Draco shuddered again against Harry and even though he knew it was slightly mean, he snaked his fingers into tentacle-like objects and trailed them along Draco’s neck, making him squirm until demanding he stop.

“At least you usually wake up before it actually manages to drown me,” Harry reasoned with a chuckle.

“Very comforting,” Draco groaned. “I’m going back to sleep. Wake me up if I tell you how I’m going to die.”

“Always,” Harry promised, kissing his head and holding him tight.

#drarry #dialogue dump #i keep dreaming about octopuses #without drinking gin which seems less fun #draco #harry #domestic?