Okay, so I've done this before with other fandoms and decided it'd be funny to do with my favorite couple. So here it is, the first 5 75-word drabbles prompted by random words chosen by a word generator. I'm not sure if I'll continue, let me know what you think about the concept and if you like it, I'll continue.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the silliness and peacocks.

This is dedicated to Lady Bellatrix Black Lestrange (my Turnip and Mistress), without whom I wouldn't know anything about Blackcest. Darling, you're the best.

A/N: Contains faint Blackcest. Don't read if you don't like it, and don't forget to read and review!

Wiggle

"Sweet Salazar, you're filthy!"

Her big brown eyes are dancing merrily as she spins in a circle, the cake batter smeared all over her. She's got that silly grin on her face as she holds her hand up to me and wiggles her batter-covered fingers at me.

"Clean my fingers for me?" she says sweetly and I feel my heart flutter. Moving to lean on the counter next to her, I grin.

"Oh of course."

Feast

We're lying in bed, curled around each other as the clock ticks softly. She's fast asleep, worn out by the feast she had earlier, all of her favorite treats ready to be eaten off my body. It's never a dull moment in our bedroom, there's always something to be eaten off a writhing body. She's still got a smear of chocolate sauce above her lip and I can't help but lick it off. So delicious.

Childbirth

"I'm scared."

I push the hair back from her face and smile at her, my eyes warm and soft as I shake my head.

"There's no need to be scared, darling. You're strong, this won't be hard for you."

She shakes her head and clutches at my hand as another contraction hits, her face paling as she struggles to breathe through the pain. I rub her back and watch her fight the battle of childbirth.

Weaving

Oh hell, we've had too much Firewhiskey. She's swerving and weaving as we stumble toward the Manor, barely able to stand as our laughter echoes through the estate.

"Bella, look at that peacock!" she says with a laugh, pointing at a hedge. I can't help the shriek of laughter that bubbles up and next thing I know, we're both on the ground and rolling around as we laugh helplessly. Forget everything else, this is heaven.

Spinach

"I won't eat it."

She's as stubborn as a petulant child and is seriously sitting there with her arms crossed and a pouty look on her face. The spinach is sitting there on the plate just waiting to be eaten.

"Bella, it's just spinach. See, it's good," I say, getting a forkful of it and eating it. I spit it out in a second and she's grinning. Well played Bella, well played, it's freaking nasty.

Yay or nay? Should I continue?