A/N: You might have seen I've changed the description for this collection—that it will now include slash, femmeslash, and cousincest as well. I hope no one will get upset by this or anything.
Anyway, this is my first cousincest story EVER, so yeah. And obviously femmeslash! I hope you'll like it.
Another thing, I've decided to take requests for this! So, you can either review and put a pairing/triangle/character together with a prompt there, or send it to me in a PM. It can be anything as long as it's nextgen (as I with this drabble feel I no longer have any walls left, gosh, I'm corrupted. My innocence! Where did it go?) and not incest. (Okay, I have SOME walls left.)
And thanks for all the reviews!
For the Next-Gen Drabble Tag!
Molly & Victoire. Swans.
It was so wrong. But maybe it was right. Perhaps it was the reason for all of their quarrels about Teddy and their heated glares (that always lingered a second too long).
This just made better sense.
It made sense, it felt so right. If they had been swans they would have known they had found their mate.
But since neither of them was a swan, only a sparrow with her heart in her mouth, they didn't dare to jump.
They were unaware they would have landed softly.
But they would savor the feathery touch of the other's eyes forever.