stolen from caitie; because memes on people's munheads are too goddamn few and far between anymore.

[terrorcandy]

Give me one of my characters and one of yours, and I'll tell you how they end up together.

Haruhi/Charlie. TBC...? ( OH SHIT prompt filled by exuberance.)
Haruhi/Charlie.
Haruhi/Yamamoto.

Evan/Gilderoy.

Akito/Andrew.

Hibari/Satsuki.
Hibari/Allen.

Ikkaku/Yumichika.

Katsura/Kenshin.

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[dalton]

Any excuse to wear a tux, Charlie had drawled when Tamaki offered.

And then, later: I didn't even know there were priests in Babylon. The poet undoes his cufflinks and grins, sharp and bright, at his new bride.

Originally, Tamaki praised Charlie for saving their party. "A wedding theme!" he declared to the Hostbu. Haruhi, of course, would be the blushing bride. ("I don't plan on blushing, Tamaki-sempai," she'd deadpanned over udon.) Then had come the scuffle over who would play the groom. Tamaki refused, but he also reamed anyone who suggested that they play the part instead.

"Maybe no one will notice there's no groom, Tama-chan~" Hunny said, hanging off their leader's shoulders.

"Or perhaps we could auction to the highest bidder," Kyouya mused.

Tamaki only wailed and refused to entertain the notion up until the day of the party. Enter Charlie Dalton, fashionably early as always, and his wide grin as he shouted, "Of course I'd love to do you a favor, Tamaki."

Charlie waits until it's late into the night and Kennit's a couple glasses of wine ahead of him before even attempting to explain - "I went to the Host Club party," he starts.

Kennit makes a noise of affirmation before speaking, his voice muffled against the boy's hair. "And how was it?"

"Oh, you know." Charlie hums his words over the Captain's collarbone, because this is how they communicate. "I drank. Danced with some girl from school. Got married, I think."

Silence.

"To Haruhi, Petrelli's assistant."

Dead silence.

"It was an accident."

Kennit pulls away then and gives Charlie an absolutely inscrutable look.

"I'm sorry?"

But the Captain just snorts a little - "We'll have to fix this," he drawls, and his voice is just a touch too dark for the subject matter at hand.

They're moved into an apartment together, though Charlie leaves necessary items at Kennit's place - most of his books, a good portion of his clothes, just so that he has excuses to be there instead. Not that he needs them. Haruhi seems as unenthused about this accidental marriage as Charlie is.

Everyone else in Babylon is definitely interested enough to make up for the couple's indifference, though. Jonathan switches apartments with Tamaki, mumbling that he's used to this and shuffling down the hall with his belongings teetering even taller than he is, and the entire club seems to take up residence there.

"Tono," Hikaru says boredly, lolling across his brother to get closer to the air vent. "I don't think they're home right now."

"Yeah, this is a waste of our time," Kaoru agrees with an overly huge yawn.

It turns out that the newlyweds are, in fact, both home. Sitting on opposite ends of the couch with books in their laps; Haruhi with her supplemental lawbooks as a gift from Nathan, and Charlie with the Byron anthology he's been piecing together since his first day in Babylon. They read in happy silence, because both understand how engrossing a good book can be.

Eventually even Tamaki grows bored of listening in on what amounts to not much discussion, and the twins shove Hunny through the duct with a video camera.

When the tapes are reviewed, it's twenty-four minutes of footage of Haruhi quietly trying out western recipes and Charlie shadowboxing in the corner of their living room. The twenty-fifth minute is all dulcet screams and blackness; Hunny had slid forward and fallen from their ceiling, right onto the coffee table.

"I'm not surprised," Charlie told Haruhi later, stretched languidly over the single bed that furnishes all couples' apartments. "I figured your friends would want to catch the show. Too bad there's no vent in this room."

For the sixth night in a row, she pulls the blanket off the bed and heads for the couch instead.