Hello! I know I'm late for the party, but I've been meaning to write Tatsugarde, my old OTP, for a while now. And I've noticed the lack of fanfiction about them. All the good stories are either discontinued, or in a 2 year hiatus. So enjoy these little ficlets based on a series of prompts from Tumblr.
Update time may vary, so please don't push me.
100 ways to say that I'm ... kinda in love with you.
1.) "Pull over. Let me drive for awhile."
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Hilda despises Oga Tatsumi, that, she was certain of.
But seeing him wobbling his head to the side and his drooping eyes made her feel a bit uncomfortable. Sure, he was strong – still is, but every creature need sleep. Even demons.
It was when he almost ran to a sign that Hilda had enough. "Pull over. Let me drive for awhile."
Oga looked at her, bags under his eyes. "Huh? Are you underestimating my driving skill, woman?" He retorted with his eyebrows furrowed.
"No, sewer rat." Hilda spat back, already regretting helping the scum. "I can't let you fall asleep from tiredness and endanger Master." The blonde looked at the sleeping baby on the baby seat, his binky nesting in his mouth. She felt her lips curve into a smile at the sight.
"Hell no," Oga argued weakly, his eyes set on the dark road. "I can do this."
To disagree with his statement, the young man suddenly yawned, the vehicle abruptly siding to the left. Hilda shot Oga a glare, her eyes challenging his.
"Don't give me that look, you bitch." Oga sent her (what seemed to be) a weak glare, mouth twisted in a scowl. "I'm just … not fo –" He yawned again. " – cused … right now."
"Tatsumi." She said suddenly, effectively getting the man's attention. Curses, his name rolled so uncomfortably yet so smoothly from her tongue. Oga shifted his eyes to Hilda, along with his attention.
"Stop acting so strong, you scum." Hilda snarled, irritation lacing her voice. "Now pull over."
Either he was too tired to argue, or he'd secretly wanted to pull over but his pride getting in the way, Hilda didn't know, but Oga suddenly complied and pulled over, switching places with the blonde.
As they drove quietly through the night, Hilda took a peek of the man from the corner of her eye. Unconsciously, her lips twitched into a small smile when she caught sight of him dozing off, before falling asleep quietly.
"Idiot," Hilda said to no one in particular. "Having arguments with you aren't as enjoyable when you're tired."
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"Goodnight, Master." Then she added in a more quiet voice. "Goodnight, Tatsumi."
And it was.
It was short and a bit rushed, and I sincerely hoped I made them stay in character.
Reviews gladly accepted!
- Carousella