yeah me and i still don't know how to write one lol
so yeah it's another claudeger short fic or drabble... idk what to call it. let's just say i wrote this as a warmup for a longer fic coming up!
anyways, enjoy this very fluffy songfic based on Let's Call the Whole Thing Off :D
i also put this fic in ao3 link so check it out!
The mini boombox plays a familiar tune, yet people might’ve forgotten this ancient song. Since it’s a 150-year-old song… Still, it’s a good classic for Claude. The mutant doesn’t really keep up with the trends unless it’s related to his job. He prefers listening to jazz and some old rock. Everyone has their taste.
Things have come to a pretty pass
Our romance is growing flat
He does not know what Albert’s favorite is. It’s obscure, that’s for sure, but whatever makes him happy. As long as he gets to see Albert do his little dance. Although, his lover loves to drag him along to the beat.
For you like this and the other
While I go for this and that
Oh, Claude didn’t notice that his hands were in rhythmic motion to the song playing. Even though he’s just washing the dishes. It makes it less boring, he guesses. He puts the clean plate on the drying rack, and he continues on the next one.
Goodness knows what the end will be
Oh, I don't know where I'm at
It looks as if we two will never be one
Something must be done
His ears picked up the sound of footsteps behind him. Claude’s body relaxes when affectionate arms wrapped around his waist. At the corner of his monocle, the head of his lover rests on Claude’s shoulders.
“Hello, Albert.” The mutant greeted. He’s still focusing on washing the dishes. “How did your little nap go?”
“Not the same without you.” Albert’s hands wander on Claude’s stomach.
You say either, I say either
You say neither and I say neither
Either, either, neither, neither
Let's call the whole thing off, yes
“Someone must do chores around here.” Claude said.
“I could’ve helped you...”
He chuckles, “But you look so peaceful, dear. I didn’t want to disturb you.” Well, Claude knows what Albert’s ability is for his ‘work.’ From what he heard from his boss, plus his lover. Albert doesn’t actually sleep during the duration of his ‘session’.
That’s why Claude drags him back to the couch. To cuddle into a fulfilling nap. They sound like an old married couple, huh? They might compete with Vincent and Victor. Albert would love to relish in that if they were the best couple.
You like potato and I like potato
You like tomato and I like tomato
Potato, potahto, tomato, tomahto
Let's call the whole thing off
“Hey, our song is playing.” Albert mentioned. His hands now rested on Claude’s wrist. The mutant stopped what he’s doing right now.
“Yeah?” The mutant sets down the dish in the sink.
Albert turns Claude around until they face each other. His hands hold on to the blue, soaked hands. With the song playing in the background. They’re staring at each other with endearment. Sort of romantic. Albert drags him away from the sink. Claude can’t help but let out a laugh.
“Hey, hold on-“
“The dishes can wait, honey.” Albert stops himself and turns up the boombox. Then he leads Claude into the living room.
Their cat, Sock, stares at them with curiosity. The couple tries not to trip over. However, one of them bumps into the coffee table. Albert has his hand on Claude’s shoulder, and the other one is holding his hand. Claude almost forgot what to do, but he rested his hand on Albert's waist. He supposes this is nothing to complain about if he gets to be close to Albert.
Their bodies didn’t move in synchronization with the beat. There were stumbles, and sharing carefree laughter. Very clumsy. They can only dance with uneven steps in this space. Claude amusedly spins Albert underneath his arm before bringing him close to Claude’s body. His heart soars when he gets to see Albert having a genuine smile. But it’s best to not worry about the minor details.
As long as they’re close together, nothing matters..
But oh, if we call the whole thing off
Then we must part
And oh, if we ever part
Then that might break my heart
“Dear,” Albert had to stop his laughter, “It’s strange I wished we would stay like this forever. That I want to be a goby fish to your pistol shrimp.”
Claude rolled his eyes. “Are you saying we have a symbiotic relationship, or are you calling me blind?”
“The first one, of course! But I’m also glad to be your eyes.” Albert leans in close to Claude’s face, noses slightly touching.
Can you claudeger for the 100 otp questions thing please?
hey!! thank you for requesting for this! not the first time i received this, but i don't have a lot of time to answer all 100 questions. sorry. i decided to do the first 20. but maybe next time you can ask for another specific number line or the other 20!! :D
i hope you enjoy this under this cut cuz this is kinda long sdfsdkj
Who loves flower crowns more?
This is such a 2015 tumblr question. dfghjk but yeah Imma just say Albert
Who is the one who likes to cuddle?
Both are touchstarved bitches. But most likely Albert.
Who has awful taste in music?
Albert lmao
Who is the meme lover?
Both of them are not hip with the kids if you know what I mean sdghjk well since Taylor likes to send some to albert and confuse him.
Ofc Albert will use them incorrectly dfgjj
How did their second date go?
Their second date was going to a bar that Claude went to. It was pretty chill and both of them were open with each other now. Yes they kiss lol
How many children do they want/have?
One is enough lol
Who hides the weapons?
Claude
Who is the better dancer?
Albert
Do/Did they have a theme wedding?
Uhhh god it would be funny if its sea theme. Albert would and Claude would go along with it as long it’’s not big lol
Maybe at the aquarium
What do their parents think of them dating?
Their parents aren't alive anymore lol I guess their closest friends counts as a family. Vanora will deffo find it strange that Claude is dating Albert Krueger. But supports him anyways.
Are they a super sappy couple?
Yes. They don’t look like one when they’re outside. But inside of their own home. They are so sappy, it makes you have a toothache
How did they get together?
Ok so. Imagine you’re Claude, just hanging out with the guy who previously killed people during his work. That should make you scared, but now you’re into him? Man, you’re so fucked.
Both of you are on the docks, talking about feelings. As Claude, you can’t help, but stare at Albert. He’s talking about the environment again. You wonder if you can shut him up with something. Something intimate
:D
And then they talk about what happened and kiss again IM SORRUY
Who asked the other to get married?
Haha Albert
Who stays up too late and makes stupid jokes?
Albert. Save his sleep deprived ass.
Who is the nerd?
Albert
Who knows the most obscure facts?
Chat, it’s Albert. He has a PHD in marine biology. He’s the reason for my research in FISH-
Who makes the other a flower crown?
Why is this question here instead of next to the-whatever. Albert ig
Who likes to read?
Both…
Who bothers the other person while the other person reads?
Albert lol
Who tutors the other?
Chat, it's Albert again. Claude knows how the pollution works.
The snow falling here can be absurd to see. A lot of people assume they’re ashes. In a strange way. The clouds could be nothing, but fumes from the factories. It’s hard to see they’re so different from the rain. It’s only solid water. Full of pure white and comes in unique shapes. They say it’s beautiful to see. The way it gently falls down.
People only complain about the cold though. Not for Claude. To be fair, he’s a mutant. One of the types who don’t feel the temperature decreasing inside his body. It benefits him with some of the jobs he’s assigned to. Claude never had the desire for warmth either.
“Darling, I’m sorry it took me so long.” A familiar doctor comes up to his side.
“No need to worry Krueger.” Claude said.
“Please, I told you so many times, call me Albert. We’re not at our workplace, now are we?” Albert grasps onto the mutant's hand. He gives it a squeeze.
“We’re still in public.”
“I know.” A chuckle.
Now, Claude believes he deserves a little bit of warmth. It comforts him and gives him a sort of purpose to find. So, he perhaps knows what he's doing.
