What endearments do you think Snape would use for a significant other? Would he ever allow himself such vulnerability?
Oh yes I think he would, but like most of my answers, I'll say: in time.
Give him at least a year and a half to be comfortable.
If you like a snarky Snape, he'd first call you names as you get to know him (he's 100% insulting you) and it'd turn in terms of endearment with time (I'm mostly imagining potion or dark arts stuff).
With a more reserved Snape, either he starts reciprocating 'casually' after his partner has been doing it for a while (and when he does the first time there's a little silence and he knows they're surprised and taking it in and it's making him self-conscious he won't show it) or he'll say it the first time during a meaningful conversation while locking eyes with them and holding them close.
With more classics terms of endearments I think he'd go for 'Dear', or 'Love'.
I'd be super down to know what kind of endearments were used around Cokeworth in the Black Country tho. A quick research told me 'sweetheart' and 'treacle' were a thing but who knows... Anyone?
this is mainly for any potential ship-fics that I have may or may not have plans to write that will include Alaska !
In Inuktitut(?), what are the most commonly used terms of endearment, specifically in a romantic sense? (like how in English we have things like "honey" or "sweetheart" or "darling")
You don’t have to answer this if you don’t feel comfortable doing so, I just wanted to ask someone who actually speaks the language/languages/dialect (not sure which of those terms is correct, sorry)
(REMINDER : This is Inuktitut, which is the language I will be using as I grew up speaking Inuktitut. this language doesn't apply to all Inuit dialects!)
In my native language, we do have like.. somewhat of terms for endearment? These r at most the romantic ones.
Such as: uik/ᐅᐃᒃ (husband), nuliaq/ᓄᓕᐊᖅ (wife), aakuluk/ᐋᑯᓗᒃ (dear), kuluk/ᑯᓗᒃ (dear one ; cute one ; wee one).
these are all ones I could remember, so apologies if the list is 'short'. It takes time trying to remember every word after being forced into an English speaking family lol
Ulluqatsiaritsi! (Have a good day! 3+ individuals)
Please use these with good faith people, and don't use them to be a selfishly mannered fool. I was already skeptical to post this. i'm only putting this stuff out there for wttt fans who wish to learn about my culture.
“Christmas Eve. This is a poem for the ones who didn’t make it, a toast to the ones we lost, to those among us who will never see another amber-coated sunrise come up on a quiet Christmas morning, or catch the pure wonder in a child’s eye as she unwraps another present.
This is a poem for the ones who will never get to sink their teeth into another honey-roasted Christmas turkey or be surrounded by familiar faces—beloved friends, and family. But though you are no longer here, you will never be absent. We will see you in everything. You will be the bite of rum in tomorrow evening’s pudding, the strings and strings of snowy-white lights draped over our pine trees, the sleepy-eyes of the children worn out by the day’s excitement, and the small fires we gather around in the family room at midnight. You will be in the palms of each prayer, and the corner of every smile, the secret kisses under the mistletoe, the halo of every angel.
So know that on this day of yule your presence blesses every room, and that when we shout “Merry Christmas!” we’ll really mean “We miss you.””
Warning: slight description of nightmare but vague.
A/N: I went down a Gabriel rabbit hole and got inspired. No beta we die like spn women. 🤣 Fluffiness. Dedication. Gabriel.
Want more? Please let me know! I would love to hear from you. Thank you. 💛🩶
Waking up in the dark with a body that’s not much taller than yours surprisingly except it was incredibly heavier than expected. When you move, you feel the softest thing on you. You look and it’s a fucking wing, giant golden wings. Your mouth gapes open.
Unknowingly to you, Gabriel has not moved and remains relaxed but his eyes are open and his angelic senses are very much aware of you. He inwardly chuckles and preens at your reaction to his wings.
You slowly turn, shifting slightly to not disturb the wings as much as possible, to see who is cuddling you. “Gabriel?!” You stage whisper, seeing his golden yellow eyes watch you. He smiles softly at you.
“Hey, Sweet pea,” Gabriel quietly greets.
“Why are you in my bed?” You looked down at yourself and felt you were still in your PJs so you didn’t get up and do something stupid. You quirk a questioning brow at him.
“You prayed to me in your sleep,” he stage-whispers back.
You open your mouth to deny it, and then your eyes down towards Gabe’s wing without seeing them. You think about your nightmare, men doing indescribable things to you that make you scream in pain but you don’t remember what you said. It somehow turned good when Gabriel showed up in all his angelic glory and amazing battle armor with his wings out to defeat the bad men hurting you.
“I prayed to you?” You ask him.
He nods.
You roll fully over and get as close as you can to him. Suddenly, you realize he is shirtless and in boxers or shorts, you’re not sure. The heat crawls up your face to your ears.
Gabriel smiles. “I love it when you blush. Your freckles pop.”
This causes you to warm further knowing your face darkens.
“Hey,” he says, gently. “I told you. You call me, I’ll come running as fast as I can. I said I’d be here for you. I am.” He pauses. “I know I can’t be here all the time but I’m trying.”
You grin at his words and move to scoot up to be face-to-face with him.
“Hey, lovely.”
“Hey, flowers.”
Your nickname for him since his eyes match so many yellow flowers. Depending on his mood, the tone changes.
He rolls his eyes and you can’t see it but know he did. You know him pretty well.
“Thank you,” you say barely above a whisper.
“Always.”
Wrapping your arms around him, you lean forward and lightly rub your nose against his with a small smile on your lips. He returns the nose rub in kind.
“Come ‘ere, pumpkin.” He wraps his arms around you, pulling you down then against him, so you can put your ear on his chest and listen to his heartbeat.
“I’m not a pu’kin,” you mumble against him.
“Right, no gords. Check. What about puddin’?”
You sleepily giggle at ‘puddin’’, shaking your head.
“No desserts. Hmm.” He kisses your head and lays his cheek on your head.
“I like honey or, um, sweets.”
“Anything else?”
You press your lips together not wanting to tell him your favorite since you’re embarrassed. You shift up a little, putting your head on his shoulder.
“I can hear your thoughts, you know.”
“That’s cheatin’,” you mumble against his neck.
He grins and chuckles. He lays his cheek on yours. You can feel the smile on his lips as he says it into your ear. You hide a small shiver that runs down your spine, and then he says in your favorite language with a shiver you can’t cover up.
You bite your lower lip and place an awkward, small kiss below his ear as confirmation.
He chuckles, deeply. So much so that you can feel the vibrations in his chest. It’s comforting to hear and feel him talk.
“Are ya stayin’?”
“For as long as I can, Y/N.”
You hum your approval and move down slightly to cuddle against his chest again. “Your wings are soft”
Gabriel hums approvingly with a slight flutter from his wing.
