Author's note: Hi, it's already the end of the month. We had an extra prompt in November, so you can enjoy this one story. Thank you for reading, voting and for liking November's short stories. Let's company each other in December too.
Off was peacefully resting on the sofa, watching some cheap drama on television. He barely paid attention to it due to his slowly closing eyes.
"Papii!" Gun's shrieking voice woke him, almost knocking him off the sofa. He scrambled on his legs and hurried into the kitchen. There was his little faen, glaring at the open fridge. Off tilted his head, confused.
"What happened, nu?" He asked.
"Come and look yourself." Gun gestured at the white machine, stepping aside to give Off space to glance inside. He scanned it but found nothing strange.
"I don't see anything." He looked at his short boyfriend.
"Yeah, that's precisely it, Papii. There's nothing inside." Gun crossed arms in front of his chest, pouting.
"You were supposed to go grocery shopping. How can I cook now?" Gun scolded him more. Off winced, finally remembering the promise with his little private chef. He quickly wrapped his long arms around Gun's slim waist, pulling him to his chest.
"I am sorry, ter. I was too tired and forgot." Off said, finishing the apology with puppy eyes and a kiss on his boyfriend's forehead.
"Fine, apology accepted, but you are paying for the takeout." Gun huffed.
"Deal. Let's cuddle on the sofa until the food arrives." Off grinned. He didn't wait for an answer, dragging Gun to the couch to cuddle.
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OffGun November Collection of Drabbles 2023
Fanfiction?COMPLETED Drabbles and short stories with OffGun and their various ships. Based on the prompt list from allourheroes and TitanPandora.
