Anonymous Fri 13 Sep 2024 02:47:31 No.69103764 Report

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So after the absolute despair I wrote of in the last thread, I decided to do something quick(ish) and more lighthearted as a palate cleanser. Hope you enjoy.
>Sign here, here and here, initial there, and the date there and there.
>Who would have thought getting married would involve so much paperwork?
>Yeah, I expected there to be some, since there’s some documents we needed to fill out to everything square in the eyes of the law.
>But Raptor Jesus there is so much more than I expected.
>Marriage liscense, setting up joint accounts and insurances, updating tax documentation to reflect our soon-to-be-newlywed status.
>And that doesn’t even factor in all the stuff we need to sign to actually hold the wedding itself! There’s the matter of the venue, clothing, hiring a photographer, catering, and all sorts of other crap.
>Thank God that my parents and the Aarons offered to help us out, and that Rosa and Moe very aggressively offered to help with the food situation.
>And… whatever the hell Reed is doing. I still can’t decide if that man is an idiot or a genius, even after he ended up as rich as he did.
>I do a once over of the paper in front of me. Finally managing to read the whole thing without my eyes glazing over.
>Only took me like, six times.
>”How ya holdin’ up Sweet Tooth? Ready for a break?” I ask, turning back to look at the love of my life.
>Apparently, she’s rather engrossed in whatever it is she’s working on. Enough that she didn’t notice me.
>Bad move Lucy, Bad move.
>Cracking my patented shit eating grin, I stealthily get up from my seat and creep over to her, taking each step as slowly and quietly as possible until…
>I pounce, pulling her into a big hug from behind.
>Lucy, for her part, lets out a surprised noise that’s halfway between a screech and a honk. A Scronk, if you will.
>She glances back at me, her angry face making her look even hotter.
>What’s less hot is the elbow to the gut she rewards me with.
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Anonymous Fri 13 Sep 2024 02:48:32 No.69103782 Report

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>Jokes on you sweet tooth. Your dweeb has been working out so he can carry you during the wedding and now he has ABS OF STEEL
>Or uh, at least… I don’t know, something hard but not super hard.
>”Don’t scare me like that Dweeb!” she says, still pouting. So damn cute.
>I watch as the pale blue scales on her face shift to a more reddish hue.
>”Oh shoot, did I say that last part out loud?” I ask, still grinning and trying to act like me muttering was totally intentional that time
>My wife-to-be’s flustered demeanor quickly shifts as she starts to laugh “GOD, you are SUCH a dweeb!”
>”Your dweeb” I retort, stepping away to pull my chair over.
>”Damn right you are!” Lucy says with a shit eating grin of her own, giving my ass a smack before I can fully sit down next to her.
>”So then,” I ask, getting back to business, “What was it that you were working on that had you so distracted?”
>I try to crane my neck a bit to get a better look at what she was working on.
>”Oh. That” She sighs a bit, and I just get confused when I see it’s the form she needed to fill out to get her name changed.
>”Are you having second thoughts about taking my last name? Like I said before, I’m totally fine with taking yours, though my mom and dad might be a bit disappointed.”
>She shakes her head “No no! It’s not that! It’s just,”
>She pauses, gathering her thoughts.
>”It’s… I’ve been thinking about this for a while now actually. You know how whenever you want to embarrass me you call me “Fang”?” She asks
>I nod, not entirely sure where she’s going with this. Did she decide she wanted to go back to Fang, but officially?
>”Well, I’ve been doing some thinking about it. Why it gets under my scales so much, that kind of stuff.
>”If you want me to I could stop calling you Fang. I didn’t mean to be cruel.” I say, ashamed that I might have been tormenting my fiancée a bit too much.
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Anonymous Fri 13 Sep 2024 02:49:33 No.69103803 Report

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>”No! I don’t mind it! Well, not much. It wouldn’t be fair for me to be able to poke fun at your cringe past while you can’t poke fun at mine!”
>She shakes her head again “It’s just that recently I finally realized that Fang, Lucy, we’re both the same person.”
>I just raise my eyebrow, managing to not even mutter about how that’s obvious.
>”Don’t laugh, but see, I always sort of figured that when you fell in love with me, it’s because you managed to see the “Real” me underneath the “Fang” mask I was wearing. I didn’t realize the truth until recently.”
>I flash her a concerned look, “Don’t I tell you all the time that I love you no matter what sweet tooth?”
>Her hand finds its way onto mine, as she starts to lean over to me “You do. But I’ve always been scared of backsliding into Fang and losing you.”
>I lean over and pull her into a hug. A proper one this time, not a surprise “Sorry sweet tooth, but you’re stuck with me.”
>I feel her nuzzle her snoot into me and hear her let out a contented sigh. “I know. And I’m not just saying it this time. I finally realized; Fang never went away. Whenever I call you dweeb, whenever we have those pointless arguments we love so much, whenever I give you sass, all that’s Fang. But it’s also Lucy.
>I feel my QT ptero fiancée lift herself off her chair and place herself on my lap. “Fang is Lucy and Lucy is Fang. And without one I’m just not me.”
>”So, what you’re saying is…”
>She pulls back, staring me directly in the eye and giving me as serious a look as she possibly can whilst still sat on my lap.
>”I want to make it official. I’m changing my middle name to Fang.”
>I look her in the eyes and just smile, feeling myself starting to get lost in those gorgeous amber orbs of hers.
>There’s a hundred questions I could ask her about her decision, but I only ask one. The right one.
>”So how do we make this official then?”