#au af

[klaus-cryinginthetub-hargreeves]

Open to all. Based off this.

There was a point in time where Klaus dated often. He flitted from one meaningless relationship to another –if one could even call it that. Truthfully, it was more a series of one night stands with the occasional friends with benefits sprinkled in for good measure. It wasn't ideal, but that was just how things were. That all changed, however, when Mila showed up. Never in a million years did Klaus ever picture himself as a father. He was careful and was in no shape to take care of a kid much less himself, but when that test had been thrown at him. Well, everything changed. He had gotten clean –a feat that was not easy and something he still struggled with. He had gotten a job and eventually saved up for a small place. Mila was his life and for the last two years, she was all he thought about. Then he met his neighbor.

The two had gone on a few dates and things were going well. Their first date had been almost unbearably awkward. He was out of practice and nervous but soon things began to flow. He had meant to tell them about Mila, but wasn't sure how to approach the subject. Just how do you tell someone you had a two year old at home? Then they had invited him over. He had wanted to go in. Wanted to spend more time with them, but couldn't. At first, he was going to make an excuse but realized this wasn't something he could avoid forever. Especially if things kept going as well as they did. Sighing, he had invited them over to his instead.

The small apartment was relatively clean –thank god– and just as he introduced his baby sitter, Mila came out dressed in her pajamas, dragging a blanket behind her.

“Uh, and this is Mila,” he said as he picked up the curly haired toddler. “My daughter.”

[zarahjoyce]

notes: for the lovely anon who asked me for Fuwa/Yaiba and prompt #16 which is Fake Dating becomes real~ although of course I tweaked it SO

1.

"I need... a favor."

"Must be big if you're calling me up this late, Yaiba."

"..."

"Fine. What is it?"

"I'll text you the instructions."

"Instructions? Yai--"

Beep.

2.

"You're asking me to wear a fucking suit and tie?"

"If you read my text then you should know better than to ask me that."

"Why? Why should I be wearing a-- do you know how difficult it is to wear a fucking tie around your fucking neck?"

"Then don't wear one for all I care."

"You know, you still haven't told me what this whole thing is for. If you'll just--"

"Fuwa."

"--fine. Whatever."

"I'll pick you up tomorrow at 8." "...that's 8 in the evening, right? Because if it's in the morning--" Beep.

3.

"--what?"

"Goddamnit Yaiba, stop hanging up on me!"

"...All right."

Beep.

"What the fuck, I just said--"

4.

"Stop hanging up on me!"

"Fine."

5.

"You can stop now."

"..."

"Fuwa. I said-- stop staring. Just get in."

"But-- you're-- you're wearing a-- a dress?!"

"Yes."

"And your hair is-- up like-- that?"

"Yes."

"And-- and you have these... loop things, on your ears! Those are--"

"Jesus, Fuwa. Is this your first time seeing a woman?"

"Well. I mean. You're usually not... one."

Pause.

"For both our sakes, I'll pretend you didn't just say that."

"Great. Yeah, that's... yeah."

6.

"So."

"So."

"You asked me to dress up, and you're with... all those things on your face, so--"

"So?"

"Is this-- did you just ask me out on a--" "No." "No?"

"I mean, it is a date."

"...ha."

"But not with you."

"...HUH?"

7.

"You're telling me that you asked me to wear this fucking suit with this fucking tie so that I can actually watch you have dinner with someone else?"

"Don't make it sound stupid as hell."

"Yaiba--"

"You can't get inside if you don't look at least half-decent. That's why I told you to wear that."

"That's not--"

"I'll pay for your meal. You don't have to do anything else except be... there."

"This is--"

"--a favor that I asked of you - and you agreed to."

Sigh.

"You're... probably regretting saving me now, aren't you?"

"Don't even make me go there."

8.

"Yes, Sir. What can I get you--"

"What are they talking about?"

"--pardon?"

"Those two, over there. That woman with the loop things and that man with the stupid hair. What are they talking about?"

"I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to disclose--"

"Fuck! He caught me looking!"

"...Sir?"

"Oh wait, she's standing up and--shit. Hey, you do know she's the one paying for my meal, right? Right? Because I don't think I have enough--"

"--Fuwa."

"Oh, you're done? Wait. He's leaving?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to leave?"

"--Yes."

"But um. You-- have to pay them first, though. Although if you'd rather I--"

"Here. Just charge his meal to my card."

"Very good, Madam."

9.

"What was that?"

"What was what?"

"You didn't even spend ten minutes with that man."

"It took me that long to realize that I cannot possibly spend another minute there with him."

"Well. He does have stupid hair, so."

"What--"

"Who was he, anyway?"

"You don't know him? He's one of the lead engineers at Hiden Intelligence. Aruto knows him."

"And, what. You two just agreed to have dinner or--"

"He asked me out. I said yes."

"And then you asked me to come with."

"As a favor, yes."

"Why?"

"..."

"Yaiba."

"I was... I knew I'd be out of my element there. I... need to bring something familiar with me. Something I'm-- comfortable with."

"And you brought me."

"..."

"You're really sitting there telling me that I'm--"

"Was their steak good?"

"--What?"

"I ordered the steak for you, thought you might like it. Was it good?"

"Your date was ten fucking minutes long. Of course I didn't get to enjoy the meal!"

"Well, then. I suppose I should make it up for you."

"Don't bother. Just drive up to one of the ramen places near my house. We can eat there."

"--We?"

"You didn't eat too, did you?"

"No."

"Then start driving. And this time, I'll pay."

10.

"What."

"Jesus, I just realized-- you brought me there as back-up, didn't you?"

"--what?"

"You must have prepped for that dinner like it's a fucking battle and you asked me to come with you to back you up in case--"

"Good night, Fuwa."

Beep.

"--Fuck!"

-

Give me a ship and a number from this couple and romance tropes and get a drabble in return!

[lettersofsky]

A Minor Interruption

I was having a bad day and I’ve got a bunch of sentence starters saved in my drafts and Horuss<>Gamzee is my comfort ship rn. 

~

Horuss had been working, focus trained on the project laid out on his worktable in front of him when the soft words at his elbow had drawn his attention.

He wasn’t sure when Gamzee had gotten back from his session with his Mental Health Coach, it must have been not too long ago though, he was sure he would have noticed the other’s presence in his home before too long.

He blinked at the clown, more importantly at the steaming cup he held in his hands, offering it towards Horuss ever so slightly.

“Ya look like ya could use a coffee, yeah?”

A soft question, the other troll not quite looking at Horuss’ face as he said it.

Horuss turned more so he wasn’t twisted in an uncomfortable position, holding his hand out to take warm mug from the other’s hands, leaving them to fall to Gamzee’s side with nothing else to occupy them.

“Thank you,” Horuss cleared his throat at the sound of his own voice, rougher than he’d been expecting. “How did it go? Hoof you been home long?”

Gamzee shakes his head in a quick jerking motion. “Don’t worry ‘bout thankin me none, ya been there since ‘fore I left.” Then he blinks, looking away from Horuss and sinking his teeth into his bottom lip. “It was alright, talked ‘bout my routine, how the week’s been, the normal stuff ya’know? And nah, only just got in.”

“Yes, it has been… a difficolt attempt.” Horuss set down the mug on his worktable long enough to remove the thick, leather gloves from his hands, rubbing at his brow under his goggles before picking it up once more. “What did she say? Is she content with your level of progress?”

Gamzee shifts to lean his hip against Horuss’ worktable, crossing his arms over his chest and sighing softly. “I dunno. Mayhaps? Seems more wantin me ta be happy with it then anything motherfuckin else.”

Horuss watched him, taking a sip of his coffee. “And are you?”

“Hmm?”

“Happy? With your progress that is?”

Gamzee hummed, rolling his head on his shoulders. “Yeah? Ain’t real been so lost lately, ain’t losin time or tryin ta take anyone’s head off none so, guess I’m happy with it.”

“Good.” Gamzee snorted a laugh and Horuss rolled his eyes at his moirail, reaching out and shoving the clown gently with his free hand. “Hush you, I am genuinely pleased that you are content with the progress of your health. I worry sometimes.”

“Think ya mean all the time there, bro,” Gamzee grinned moving with Horuss’ push before shifting into the indigo’s space, leaning down to drop his forehead against the taller troll’s own. “But yeah, I’m happy I guess. Happier than I’ve been in a while at least, s’nice ta be able ta think, yeah?”

“Very good,” Horuss hummed, leaning forward to press a peck against his moirails mouth. “I missed you while you were gone.”

“Missed ya to, my best pale heart.” Gamzee hummed standing back to his full height and taking a step back from Horuss’ desk. “Anyways, Imma make some lunch yeah? Got some orders ta work on after and ya probs wantin ta get back ta work.”

“I will be there in a few moments,” he promised, offering a smile at Gamzee’s brow. “I swear.”

“Be holdin ya to that.”

[detroitbydark]

When you start playing around with a friend and an idea and suddenly you have 9500 words and at least two chapter @aossi

[tommarvoloriddle-thediary]

Harry potter otp? How about Fred Weasley and Hermione?

Hella AU to follow.

Hermione browsed through the aisles of Weasley Wizard Wheezes, straightening things here and there. She had started loving the store.

It had surprised her when one day she walked into the shop and found that she didn’t see its wares as childish pranks, but complex and flawless charms and potions. She picked up a trick wand, and when she waved it and sparks and glitter shot from the tip she almost laughed.

“What’s that I hear?” Fred Weasley came up from behind her, in a brilliant purple suit. “Is that Hermione Granger, golden girl herself, giggling…at one of my trick wands?” He placed his hand on his chest in mock surprise.

“Oh shut it.” She placed it back on the shelf, but glitter still floated in the air. “You know, these are actually perfectly charmed.”

“You sound surprised, ‘Mione! I’m almost offended.” He slung his arm over her shoulder and guided her to another shelf. “Those are nothin’. You need to see our ginger snaps, delicious, Mums recipe, but with a little twist as it were. I’m a pretty decent baker too, turns out.”

He pulled down a small cookie tin and pulled out a small ginger biscuit, “Say ahhh.” He waggles it in front of her face.

“Oh just give me the cookie,” she tried to snatch it out of his hand but he held it up high, and he was much taller than she was.

“Uhuh Mione, say ahh.” He tutted.

“Fred, this isn’t funny.” She huffed, crossing her arms are making to walk away, but he grabbed her by the arm gently and turned her back.

“Come on Hermione,” he gave her a charming smile, his eyes glimmering mirthfully. “On ginger snap.”

Rolling her eyes and blushing she opened her mouth. He gently, almost sensually, he placed the cookie on her tongue. “Now like I said, these come with a twist.”

When he snapped his fingers, her entire body jumped to move toward him. Snap, closer again. Snap, again.

“Meant to be a great joke, feed them to your friends and they’ll jump where ever you want with just a snap,” he did it again and her body pressed to his, “of your fingers.”

“Fred?”

He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Take this spell off right now,” she huffed, the closeness was flustering.

“Only last about 30 seconds Mione, you’re still here all on your own.”

[makotonarumi]

Kureto felt weird, as if his stomach were full of butterflies and his face somehow got stuck in that disturbing grin people wore when they were too happy for no reason. 

He knelt down, head bowed slightly as he rambled on about their time together, and how happy he was to have ever been given the chance to fall in love with someone so, so beautiful and so loving. When the words stopped tumbling out and Kureto’s nerves gave way to some strange form of calm, red eyes peered upwards to look into burgundy ones, and for an instant, Kureto didn’t mind looking silly in front of his lover.

“Major Sergeant Narumi Makoto, will you do me, and the Hiiragi title proud by marrying me?”

The dinner had been just as excellent as it usually was and Narumi spent a great time with Kureto. It was just another ordinary end of the day for him, outside the fact that his lover was smiling a lot more than usual. Had something good happened? He couldn’t wait for him to give in and spill the beans. 

He only started worrying when he saw him lift himself from his seat, only to kneel down before him. Narumi’s cheeks tinged in red almost instantly, auburn irises widening while his retina narrowed in surprise. The nerves, the words, his attitude, everything– was he going to propose? If Kureto thought he looked silly, it was nothing compared to Narumi’s puzzled expression as he saw the ring and squirmed on his seat.

“W-Wait wait wait wait wait wait wait!!!!! You are serious!?!?!?!?!? But !!! Your father!! aNd!!!!” His voice was strained, high pitched even. Of course he was happy, he was the happiest fucking man on the earth right now, but he couldn’t believe Kureto proposed. A strange, embarrassed noise escaped him and he threw himself down on the ground, hugging Kureto to himself as he kissed his neck. ’’… Of course I will.. what is it with you… embarrassing me like that… god damn it… Kureto….“ He was smiling. And maybe a little bit teary. 

[gay-bae-mello]

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