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HOLIDAY FANFICTION PROMPT

»»» 1. Decide you want me to write you a short piece of fanfiction.
»»» 2. Comment here with a fandom, character, or relationship (romantic or otherwise), as well as some kind of prompt: an image, some poetry or lyrics, a scenario...whatever you think would be most helpful.
»»» 3. I write you a short fanfiction by the end of the month.
»»» 4. My main fandoms right now are Type-Moon's Fate, Fire Emblem: Awakening, and Puella Magi Madoka Magica. I can also give Attack on Titan or maybe an older fandom a shot. Run it by me first if you're not sure.

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Kyouko/Sayaka

All grown up with a family AU

"Let me see a happy dream, just once."

When the sun shines golden in the sky, they have a terrific life.

Kyouko wakes every morning full of energy. "That's probably because you steal all the blankets every night," Sayaka declares in glowering tones from where she's buried her tousled head beneath the pillow.

"No way, Sayaka, no way," Kyouko says in those girlish tones that still haven't changed into anything mature or adult even though they both have three children to look after, and she does the bulk of raising them while Sayaka works. "Do I gotta tell you again? It's because I go to sleep fresh and early each night, while you stay up fretting over the reviews you put off till the last minute!"

Sayaka swats her on the rear with a pillow. It's intolerable how wholesome and straitlaced her wife is here in the comfortable safety of the home. It's all the more intolerable because nobody outside of their children would ever believe it's true. On the mean streets outside, Kyouko wears glitzy black jackets, heavy boots, and a fierce glare. She is more punk than anyone, and she furiously blows her way through the ordeals of shopping for groceries and taking the kids to school. No one would ever dare cross her, except her friends, who know exactly how close to the surface her sticky-sweet center is.

Homura teases her with a grave face when they run into each other while shopping. Madoka just smiles at her, and Mami laughs politely.

"Do you need breakfast, Sayaka?" Kyouko asks as she picks out clothes for both of them. Sayaka will argue over the outfit in a few minutes, when she finishes waking up. "You should eat healthy!"

"I don't have time to eat healthy," Sayaka says, but it's an old argument. Kyouko will win, and Sayaka will have a good breakfast before she goes off to work. "I have three reviews of albums that release this week to turn in today, you know!"

"Ahhhh, my wife loves her career more than she loves me, or she'd take care of herself," Kyouko says pitifully. "I'm going to go make the best breakfast ever for me and the kids and not give you any until you change that!"

Sayaka tries to swat her again with a pillow, but misses this time. "Good! I won't accept any meals from you until you admit that I'm the husband! I'm the charming husband who sweeps you off your feet while you cook me meals and clean the house!"

"I don't think so, I don't think so," Kyouko sings out, while the light from the sun dances in through the windows. "I think we're both great wives, Sayaka!"

It would be fine if there weren't days when it rained.

When the water sluices down from the skies, things unravel a little at the edges. It's an ocean out there, not dry land. They will both drown if they set one foot outside this dream.

Sayaka stands pressed up against the window. She does not go to work on days when it rains. There is no consequence for this. The next day, her career as the city's most renowned and respected music critic awaits her again, because on sunny days this life is perfect. For now, though, she asks her wife, "Kyouko, how did we meet?"

Kyouko offers her a different answer every time; she believes each one of them. "We got into a fight as kids in school," she says this time, "and gave each other bloody noses. When I cried afterwards, you said I wouldn't be crying when you made me your wife."

"Don't most little girls grow out of dreams like that?" Sayaka asks.

"I never want to grow out of you," Kyouko says.

The rain comes down outside. Beautiful fish with jeweled eyes swim in the raindrops, and the umbrellas of the passersby are made of swords.

"Kiss me, stupid and adorable wife of mine," Sayaka says to Kyouko. "If we kiss, it's real somewhere!"

Kyouko kisses her with imperfect and chapped lips. Somewhere, they are the ones inside the raindrop, and the swords are what's outside it.

I'm going to say Rotten and Archer and your prompt is 'absolute suffering.'

I DONT EVEN CARE MAN ITS JUST A RECIPE FOR HILARITY.

Cape & Cowl

Jack and Archer

Chance meeting in a bar leads into another anti-hero Angst Spiral for both of them

This can end up as sad or hilarious as you wish