“We’re fake-dating and I’m supposed to publicly break up with you but you’ve been irritating me lately so instead of dumping you I publicly proposed to mess up your plan and now we’re getting married, fuck” au
“And now you’re supposed to call off the engagement because it’d be tacky if I did it since I proposed, but you’re picking out cake and flowers for the reception, wtf are we doing this” sequel au
Robron fic writers, here’s your next prompt. Please and thank you.


















