[Fanfic] Do Re Mi, One Two Three 2 (UKUS, PG-13)
TITLE: Do Re Mi, One Two Three
ARTIST/AUTHOR: bukku_oosa
RATING: T for some things being mentioned that aren't quite child-friendly.
WARNINGS: Innocent-as-fuck!Alfred and Perv!Arthur. Mhm, that's enough warnings, I think. Oh, and excessive fluffy. Get ready for it.
PAIRING/S: UKUS, Arthur/Alfred (England/America)
SUMMARY: He wasn't even real. He shouldn't have been made real. Now his life was completely upside-down, grey things suddenly bursting into technicolour. Damn that idol Jones. UKUS, Idol!AU. Fanfiction.Net Link
“Oh, for goodness’ sake, Peter!” the blonde, green-eyed man screamed at his little brother as the little boy, dressed in a white shirt and blue navy shorts, climbed up the tree, laughing down at him. Upon reaching a high branch, the little boy blew a raspberry at the man underneath him.
“Can’t reach me here, you old fart!” he teased, laughing, and his elder brother flushed in annoyance.
“I am not an old fart! I’m 23!” the blonde bit back venomously, and Peter only laughed him off.
“Oldie! Who wears sweaters that colour these days?” Peter teased, swaying back and forth on the tree’s branch. “It’s 2025, Artie! Catch up with times! It’s not WW2, you know!”
“It’s Arthur, thank you very much!” the elder man screeched at the little boy, “Now get down here or I’m going to go back to work and leave your sorry little arse birthday gift-less!”
“Not fair!” Peter whined down at Arthur, “You promised to take the day off just for me!”
“I’m going to take it back if you don’t come down from there, young man!”
“You sound like Father,” Peter scowled, and lowered his feet-but then he froze. “… Um.”
Arthur looked up at his little brother. “… Peter, is there a problem?”
“… I can’t get down.” The little boy replied, fear in his eyes. “H-help!”
Arthur bit his lip, raising his arms, “See? If you hadn’t climbed up the bloody tree, we wouldn’t have this problem, right?” he gestured for Peter to jump down, “Come on, jump, I’ll catch you.”
“You?! Catch me?!” Peter gasped, “You’re so scrawny, what makes you think you can catch me, Artie?”
“Bloody hell, Peter, just jump down already!” Arthur yelled, “You’re already as embarrassing enough as it is!”
“Excuse me,” Arthur turned to find his co-worker at the library smiling at him, and a blush rose to Arthur’s usually pale cheeks. “Little brother problems?”
“Y-yes,” Arthur nodded, lowering his hands as the taller, tan-skinned black-haired man raised his arms, gesturing for Peter to jump down. “S-sorry for bothering you, Raj… It’s my brother, he’s…”
“Hey! It’s Raj!” Peter smiled brightly, “Hey there!” he waved down at the man. “Catch me, okay?”
“Of course,” Raj chuckled, as Arthur pulled a face. “Come on down, Peter.”
The little boy jumped down from the tree and landed snugly in the man’s arms, the taller man laughing as he set the boy down.
“It’s bloody unfair he listens to you, but not me,” Arthur complained to Raj as he dusted himself off, “It’s almost like as if he’s your little brother, not mine.”
“Oh, come now, Arthur,” the taller man chuckled, “I’m sure he loves you anyway.”
“Fat chance,” Peter stuck his tongue out at Arthur and the elder blonde spluttered, “Artie’s a boring old fart, but you’re not! You’re cool and fashionable! Compared to some old tacky sweater vest…”
“I-I’ll have you know I made this myself!” Arthur yelled at Peter, and Raj patted Arthur’s shoulder to calm him down.
“Calm down,” the taller man chuckled, “Well, I took half the day off to help you out with Peter; I know he’s such a handful.” He smiled at Arthur, and the green-eyed blonde’s blush reddened. “It’s his birthday today, isn’t it?”
“Y-yes,” Arthur stuttered, looking aside. Peter noticed this and smirked. “Y-you’ll come with us?”
“Sure,” Raj nodded, “Took the day off for it,” he smiled down at Peter and ruffled the boy’s hair. “So, Arthur and I are going to help you look for your birthday present, alright?”
“Yay!” Peter cheered, jumping up and down. Raj laughed and held the boy’s hand.
“Let’s go, then.” He smiled, before tuning his attention to Arthur, who was still looking at him with a blush on his face. Smiling knowingly, he took Arthur’s hand (and at this the blonde let out a small squeak of surprise, and the cerise shade on his face darkened), before placing it on Peter’s. Arthur looked slightly disappointed, but he held his little brother’s hand, the little boy pulling a face up at Arthur.
“Wh-where do you want to go first, Peter?” his brother stuttered.
“I…” Suddenly Peter fell silent upon hearing the next song being played at the nearby bazaar, the bright smile on his face disappearing as he listened to the music.
“… Peter?” Arthur blinked.
“Hey, isn’t that Alfred Jones’ new song?” Raj asked, and Arthur looked at him blankly.
“… Who?” he blinked, and the taller man laughed.
“Oh, he’s that new virtual idol everyone’s crazy about. He’s-”
“I know what I want for my birthday!” Peter suddenly smiled brightly, jumping up and down as he swayed Arthur’s and Raj’s hands in his. “Come on, come on, come on!”
He began to drag the two elder men towards the nearest music store.
“Wh-what is it you want, Peter?” Arthur asked, “And slow down! Tell us what is it you want first!”
“I want the AFJ program!” the little boy smiled excitedly up at Arthur, “You know, the installer for Alfred Jones’ voice bank!”
Arthur’s look of confusion made Raj laugh.
“Alright,” he spoke up, smiling down at Peter. “Let’s go get that, then! And then we could go to that ice cream parlour down the street!”
“Yeah!” Peter smiled brightly, before dragging Raj and Arthur into the store.
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Meet Arthur Kirkland, 23, fourth of a brood of five children from the Kirkland family that migrated from England to America. Currently juggling three jobs to keep him and his brother, Peter, afloat, Arthur works almost the entire day-in the flower shop he had opened at the lower floor of their small city-home during the mornings, in a small library not too far from Central Station in the afternoons, and in a small bar at night.
Peter, 12, is his only companion at home; aside from a small Scottish Fold he and Peter had named Crumpet. It was tiny, scrawny, even, had a bad leg and its eyes were as green as Arthur’s. His other three elder brothers have all gone back to their home in the British Isles, but every so often they send money to their youngest brothers to help them get by.
Being so busy with work, naturally, Arthur couldn’t care less what happens in the entertainment industry, and spends what little of his free time he has either sleeping, or practicing black magic.
Of course magic is real, Arthur believes, he knows it very well, mostly because most of the flowers he sells in his store grew because of magic. It was nigh impossible to grow flowers in the city-and in New York, of all places-but Arthur managed, and it would be safe to say that his small flower shop brought at least a little comfort for the two brothers.
“Bloody hell,” Arthur sighed, slumping in his seat next to Raj, as across them, the little boy tucked into a tall chocolate parfait. “I had no idea that wanker Jones was so bloody expensive,” he looked at Raj, “I’m sorry you had to chip in too,” he apologised, and the black-haired man shook his head.
“It’s alright,” he smiled, “Peter is practically my little brother as well.” he patted Arthur’s knee, and the blonde flushed. “Would you like something as well?” he asked, gesturing at the now halfway-finished parfait Peter was practically inhaling.
“N-no, I’m fine,” Arthur pulled away from Raj’s touch, embarrassed, “S-sorry you had to pay for Peter’s ice cream as well.”
“Stop apologising, Arthur,” Raj chuckled, “You haven’t done anything wrong.”
“S-sorr… Right.” Arthur stuttered, and Peter cleared his throat.
“Done!” he smiled brightly up at the two men, clutching the hard disk drive that held the AFJ voice bank. “Let’s go home! I want to try out using Alfred!”
Arthur sighed, and Raj chuckled. “Let’s go, then.”
---
Peter immediately rushed upstairs into his room the moment the three of them entered the Kirkland residence, giggling brightly, excited to try out his birthday present. Arthur sighed as he let Raj in, before closing the door behind him.
“Oh, let him be this bouncy,” Raj laughed, patting the seat on the couch next to him for Arthur to sit down. “It’s his birthday, after all.”
“I guess,” Arthur chuckled, “I know it’s a bit rude to ask you of this, but do you think you could make dinner tonight? Peter loved that curry you made before.”
“Of course,” Raj chuckled, patting Arthur’s head. “I don’t mind cooking here.”
“O-of course, it-it’s not like I’m not confident with my own cooking!” Arthur stuttered defensively, “I-I just thought h-he’d might like s-something special!”
Raj laughed, thinking back to the time he ate the charcoal-I mean, scones-Arthur had brought with him to work. “Do you mind if I stay over for the night? Since I’ll be here for dinner, anyway?”
“O-oh, that would be splendid!” Arthur blurted out, and he slapped his mouth. “I-I mean, s-sure, that would be alright,” he looked off to the side, “I-I’ll sleep on the couch, then.”
Raj chuckled, shaking his head.
“Arthur, come here.” He said, gesturing for Arthur to bring his face closer.
“Wh-what is it?” Arthur asked, the blush on his face intensifying as he brought his face closer.
Suddenly, he felt Raj’s hand on his nape, the man’s warm fingers toying with the ends of his hair, and Arthur felt himself being pulled in.
Before he realised it, their lips were touching. The blonde’s green eyes widened, but then he relaxed into the kiss and began to kiss back, wrapping his arms around the back of the man’s neck.
Raj pushed forward until Arthur was lying down on the couch as they parted for air, the both of them panting slightly.
“… That was interesting.” Raj chuckled, and Arthur chuckled awkwardly.
“Indeed,” Arthur nodded, before pulling him down for another kiss-
“Artie!” Peter’s voice floated from above them, and Raj and Arthur scrambled to get back to their previous position of quietly sitting next to each other on the couch. The little boy came down the stairs, a questioning look on his face as he looked at his brother and his co-worker sitting next to each other awkwardly on the couch. “…Huh.”
“Wh-what was it you needed, Peter?” Arthur asked, stuttering.
“… Um, what are we having for dinner? I’m starting to feel a little hungry.”
“O-oh, I’ll be cooking,” Raj spoke up, and Peter glanced at him questioningly, before shaking his head.
“That’s great, but um,” Peter patted his stomach, “Chop, chop. Little boys can’t go hungry.”
“R-right,” Arthur and Raj chorused, before staggering to the kitchen. Peter watched them leave, before shaking his head, going back up the stairs to toy with Alfred’s voice editor.
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“Arthur’s a boring old fart!”
“Arthur’s tacky and boring!”
“I want to go back to London!”
“Arthur’s cooking sucks!”
“Peter.”
“Arthur’s so girly with his knitting and embroidery!”
“Peter.”
“Arthur’s an old man!”
“Shut up that little idol’s mouth full of bollocks or I will toss that blasted iPod of yours out the window!” Arthur yelled, slamming his fist onto the table, alarming both Raj and Peter.
The little boy pouted at him, putting his iPod into his pocket, patting it. “You’re just jealous Alfred’s all famous and you’re not.”
“Oh, for goodness sake, Peter, I don’t even know the bloody wanker!”
“C-calm down, Arthur,” Raj held Arthur’s shoulder. “He’s just a little kid.”
The green-eyed blonde glared at his little brother, before falling silent; taking a furious bite of the curry he had on his spoon.
“Now, you two,” Raj chuckled, “Let’s get dinner over with, so we can get on to the cake.”
Peter cheered brightly, and Arthur let out a sigh of relief.
Really, what is it this man couldn’t do?
---
“Good night, Peter,” Arthur gently said to his little brother as he shut the lamp on Peter’s bedside table. “Sweet dreams.”
“’Night,” the little boy mumbled, curling up next to the hard disk drive Arthur and Raj had bought for him. The blonde boy fell asleep within moments, and the elder man standing by his bed smiled, gently stroking Peter’s hair before quietly walking out of the room, where outside, Raj was waiting for him, smiling as he closed the door behind him.
“Asleep,” Arthur smiled tiredly up at Raj, and the taller man nodded. “Finally.”
“Shall we continue what we were doing earlier, then?” the man chuckled, wrapping his arms around Arthur’s waist and pulling the shorter man closer.
“Let’s,” Arthur chuckled, and pulled him in for another kiss-
Suddenly Raj’s phone rang and the two immediately broke apart, alarmed.
“O-oh, I’m sorry,” the taller man apologised, taking his phone out, as Arthur laughed, feeling silly for reacting so violently to a simple ringtone. “… Oh.”
Arthur stopped laughing to look at the man reading the mail on his phone. “What is it?” he asked.
“I have to go,” he said, putting his phone back into his pocket. “Apparently, no one’s home to take care of my little sister,” he kissed Arthur’s forehead, “I’m sorry, this will have to wait.”
“S-sure,” Arthur nodded, slightly disappointed, and the taller man smiled down at him.
“I’m not sure I told you this yet, Arthur,” he said, before kissing Arthur again gently, looking into the blonde’s green eyes with his dark brown ones. “I love you.”
“… Wow,” was all Arthur could say, and Raj chuckled.
“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow at work,” the taller man nodded, pulling away, going down the stairs, Arthur following suit. The two men reached the front door and Raj stepped outside. “Bye.” He smiled charmingly down at Arthur, and the blonde man nodded, starry-eyed.
“B-bye,” he stuttered, and Raj turned, before walking away. Arthur closed the door, before pressing his back to it; his cheeks flushed red, a fluttering sensation in his chest. An embarrassed feeling washed over him. “Bloody hell, I haven’t felt like this since… since…”
Francis.
Arthur shook his head, pushing himself off the door. “W-well, I’m sure this relationship will turn out much better than the one I had with…”
Francis.
The green-eyed man slapped his forehead, trudging into the kitchen and pouring himself a glass of ale. He downed it quickly, leaving the glass in the sink, before leaving to head to his study.
He knew tonight was one of his few free nights, so he figured it would be best if he played around with magic for a while.
He opened the door to his study and was met with the scent of flowers growing by magic, the very same flowers he sells in his little flower shop out front. He quickly made his way past pots of colourful flowers (there was one pot that had a rose seedling, but the flowers were a beautiful deep blue colour, deep like the ocean. They were Arthur’s favourite, he had found the seedling in his ancestral home back in England; it was a miracle it stayed alive the entire time, Arthur had to admit, and so he named them Saphira Roses, for not only was the flower long-lasting, its petals reminded him of sapphires) and reached his desk, where an old-looking leather-bound book sat, locked with a spade-shaped lock.
Arthur picked it up, looking through its pages, humming thoughtfully, as he found the spell he had been practising-one of animation. He headed to the back of his study, where a pentacle drawn in chalk was all ready on the ground, with a circle of candles around it. In the middle of the pentacle was a small, tattered green rabbit. It was Arthur’s favourite toy when he was younger, and he had called it Mint Bunny. He had heard stories that it was his grandmother that had made it by herself, but unfortunately, Arthur had never met his grandmother before.
(In hindsight, Arthur thought, he remembered getting the spade-locked spell book, Mint Bunny and the Saphira Rose seedling from his grandmother’s room in their ancestral house. Maybe his grandmother was a witch?)
“Alright,” he said to himself, taking a deep breath. “Here I go.”
Concentrating on Mint Bunny, he began to sing out the spell-he learnt that that was how the spells really are supposed to be done, they would fail miserably if the spells were chanted-and the pentacle began to glow an unearthly green.
So far, so good, Arthur thought to himself, I think I’ve got this one in the bag.
Suddenly, his thought train on Mint Bunny derailed when for no particular reason, Arthur thought about the new idol Alfred Jones.
Peter really likes the guy, Arthur’s mind said, Even if he’s just some AI program-wait, why am I thinking of such things?!
Arthur blinked, and he had realised that he had finished singing the spell, and the room’s glow disappeared. The blonde man looked at Mint Bunny.
It wasn’t moving.
“Another failure, I see,” Arthur said glumly to himself, “And it’s most likely that bloody Jones’ fault.”
Frowning, he put the spell book back on his desk, and went to bed.
---
Alfred felt something tugging at him as he surfed on a comment flying through cyberspace. The blonde idol blinked as he looked around him-but nothing was around to tug at him. He paled slightly. He never liked ghosts.
“Th-this is so not cool!” he yelled fearfully, as he felt the tugging on his arm grow stronger. “L-let go!’
Suddenly he was forcefully pulled off the comment he was surfing on, making the idol scream as he fell into the depths underneath him.
AHAHAHAHA WHOO THIS IS FUN.
I didn't mention what other pairings are around, so you guys will have to figure it out yourselves~ ... Well, at least, here. Of course if you guys are coming from the USUK LJ comm, then... bloody hell.
Notes: Raj Singh = India
ARTIST/AUTHOR: bukku_oosa
RATING: T for some things being mentioned that aren't quite child-friendly.
WARNINGS: Innocent-as-fuck!Alfred and Perv!Arthur. Mhm, that's enough warnings, I think. Oh, and excessive fluffy. Get ready for it.
PAIRING/S: UKUS, Arthur/Alfred (England/America)
SUMMARY: He wasn't even real. He shouldn't have been made real. Now his life was completely upside-down, grey things suddenly bursting into technicolour. Damn that idol Jones. UKUS, Idol!AU. Fanfiction.Net Link
“Oh, for goodness’ sake, Peter!” the blonde, green-eyed man screamed at his little brother as the little boy, dressed in a white shirt and blue navy shorts, climbed up the tree, laughing down at him. Upon reaching a high branch, the little boy blew a raspberry at the man underneath him.
“Can’t reach me here, you old fart!” he teased, laughing, and his elder brother flushed in annoyance.
“I am not an old fart! I’m 23!” the blonde bit back venomously, and Peter only laughed him off.
“Oldie! Who wears sweaters that colour these days?” Peter teased, swaying back and forth on the tree’s branch. “It’s 2025, Artie! Catch up with times! It’s not WW2, you know!”
“It’s Arthur, thank you very much!” the elder man screeched at the little boy, “Now get down here or I’m going to go back to work and leave your sorry little arse birthday gift-less!”
“Not fair!” Peter whined down at Arthur, “You promised to take the day off just for me!”
“I’m going to take it back if you don’t come down from there, young man!”
“You sound like Father,” Peter scowled, and lowered his feet-but then he froze. “… Um.”
Arthur looked up at his little brother. “… Peter, is there a problem?”
“… I can’t get down.” The little boy replied, fear in his eyes. “H-help!”
Arthur bit his lip, raising his arms, “See? If you hadn’t climbed up the bloody tree, we wouldn’t have this problem, right?” he gestured for Peter to jump down, “Come on, jump, I’ll catch you.”
“You?! Catch me?!” Peter gasped, “You’re so scrawny, what makes you think you can catch me, Artie?”
“Bloody hell, Peter, just jump down already!” Arthur yelled, “You’re already as embarrassing enough as it is!”
“Excuse me,” Arthur turned to find his co-worker at the library smiling at him, and a blush rose to Arthur’s usually pale cheeks. “Little brother problems?”
“Y-yes,” Arthur nodded, lowering his hands as the taller, tan-skinned black-haired man raised his arms, gesturing for Peter to jump down. “S-sorry for bothering you, Raj… It’s my brother, he’s…”
“Hey! It’s Raj!” Peter smiled brightly, “Hey there!” he waved down at the man. “Catch me, okay?”
“Of course,” Raj chuckled, as Arthur pulled a face. “Come on down, Peter.”
The little boy jumped down from the tree and landed snugly in the man’s arms, the taller man laughing as he set the boy down.
“It’s bloody unfair he listens to you, but not me,” Arthur complained to Raj as he dusted himself off, “It’s almost like as if he’s your little brother, not mine.”
“Oh, come now, Arthur,” the taller man chuckled, “I’m sure he loves you anyway.”
“Fat chance,” Peter stuck his tongue out at Arthur and the elder blonde spluttered, “Artie’s a boring old fart, but you’re not! You’re cool and fashionable! Compared to some old tacky sweater vest…”
“I-I’ll have you know I made this myself!” Arthur yelled at Peter, and Raj patted Arthur’s shoulder to calm him down.
“Calm down,” the taller man chuckled, “Well, I took half the day off to help you out with Peter; I know he’s such a handful.” He smiled at Arthur, and the green-eyed blonde’s blush reddened. “It’s his birthday today, isn’t it?”
“Y-yes,” Arthur stuttered, looking aside. Peter noticed this and smirked. “Y-you’ll come with us?”
“Sure,” Raj nodded, “Took the day off for it,” he smiled down at Peter and ruffled the boy’s hair. “So, Arthur and I are going to help you look for your birthday present, alright?”
“Yay!” Peter cheered, jumping up and down. Raj laughed and held the boy’s hand.
“Let’s go, then.” He smiled, before tuning his attention to Arthur, who was still looking at him with a blush on his face. Smiling knowingly, he took Arthur’s hand (and at this the blonde let out a small squeak of surprise, and the cerise shade on his face darkened), before placing it on Peter’s. Arthur looked slightly disappointed, but he held his little brother’s hand, the little boy pulling a face up at Arthur.
“Wh-where do you want to go first, Peter?” his brother stuttered.
“I…” Suddenly Peter fell silent upon hearing the next song being played at the nearby bazaar, the bright smile on his face disappearing as he listened to the music.
“… Peter?” Arthur blinked.
“Hey, isn’t that Alfred Jones’ new song?” Raj asked, and Arthur looked at him blankly.
“… Who?” he blinked, and the taller man laughed.
“Oh, he’s that new virtual idol everyone’s crazy about. He’s-”
“I know what I want for my birthday!” Peter suddenly smiled brightly, jumping up and down as he swayed Arthur’s and Raj’s hands in his. “Come on, come on, come on!”
He began to drag the two elder men towards the nearest music store.
“Wh-what is it you want, Peter?” Arthur asked, “And slow down! Tell us what is it you want first!”
“I want the AFJ program!” the little boy smiled excitedly up at Arthur, “You know, the installer for Alfred Jones’ voice bank!”
Arthur’s look of confusion made Raj laugh.
“Alright,” he spoke up, smiling down at Peter. “Let’s go get that, then! And then we could go to that ice cream parlour down the street!”
“Yeah!” Peter smiled brightly, before dragging Raj and Arthur into the store.
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Meet Arthur Kirkland, 23, fourth of a brood of five children from the Kirkland family that migrated from England to America. Currently juggling three jobs to keep him and his brother, Peter, afloat, Arthur works almost the entire day-in the flower shop he had opened at the lower floor of their small city-home during the mornings, in a small library not too far from Central Station in the afternoons, and in a small bar at night.
Peter, 12, is his only companion at home; aside from a small Scottish Fold he and Peter had named Crumpet. It was tiny, scrawny, even, had a bad leg and its eyes were as green as Arthur’s. His other three elder brothers have all gone back to their home in the British Isles, but every so often they send money to their youngest brothers to help them get by.
Being so busy with work, naturally, Arthur couldn’t care less what happens in the entertainment industry, and spends what little of his free time he has either sleeping, or practicing black magic.
Of course magic is real, Arthur believes, he knows it very well, mostly because most of the flowers he sells in his store grew because of magic. It was nigh impossible to grow flowers in the city-and in New York, of all places-but Arthur managed, and it would be safe to say that his small flower shop brought at least a little comfort for the two brothers.
“Bloody hell,” Arthur sighed, slumping in his seat next to Raj, as across them, the little boy tucked into a tall chocolate parfait. “I had no idea that wanker Jones was so bloody expensive,” he looked at Raj, “I’m sorry you had to chip in too,” he apologised, and the black-haired man shook his head.
“It’s alright,” he smiled, “Peter is practically my little brother as well.” he patted Arthur’s knee, and the blonde flushed. “Would you like something as well?” he asked, gesturing at the now halfway-finished parfait Peter was practically inhaling.
“N-no, I’m fine,” Arthur pulled away from Raj’s touch, embarrassed, “S-sorry you had to pay for Peter’s ice cream as well.”
“Stop apologising, Arthur,” Raj chuckled, “You haven’t done anything wrong.”
“S-sorr… Right.” Arthur stuttered, and Peter cleared his throat.
“Done!” he smiled brightly up at the two men, clutching the hard disk drive that held the AFJ voice bank. “Let’s go home! I want to try out using Alfred!”
Arthur sighed, and Raj chuckled. “Let’s go, then.”
---
Peter immediately rushed upstairs into his room the moment the three of them entered the Kirkland residence, giggling brightly, excited to try out his birthday present. Arthur sighed as he let Raj in, before closing the door behind him.
“Oh, let him be this bouncy,” Raj laughed, patting the seat on the couch next to him for Arthur to sit down. “It’s his birthday, after all.”
“I guess,” Arthur chuckled, “I know it’s a bit rude to ask you of this, but do you think you could make dinner tonight? Peter loved that curry you made before.”
“Of course,” Raj chuckled, patting Arthur’s head. “I don’t mind cooking here.”
“O-of course, it-it’s not like I’m not confident with my own cooking!” Arthur stuttered defensively, “I-I just thought h-he’d might like s-something special!”
Raj laughed, thinking back to the time he ate the charcoal-I mean, scones-Arthur had brought with him to work. “Do you mind if I stay over for the night? Since I’ll be here for dinner, anyway?”
“O-oh, that would be splendid!” Arthur blurted out, and he slapped his mouth. “I-I mean, s-sure, that would be alright,” he looked off to the side, “I-I’ll sleep on the couch, then.”
Raj chuckled, shaking his head.
“Arthur, come here.” He said, gesturing for Arthur to bring his face closer.
“Wh-what is it?” Arthur asked, the blush on his face intensifying as he brought his face closer.
Suddenly, he felt Raj’s hand on his nape, the man’s warm fingers toying with the ends of his hair, and Arthur felt himself being pulled in.
Before he realised it, their lips were touching. The blonde’s green eyes widened, but then he relaxed into the kiss and began to kiss back, wrapping his arms around the back of the man’s neck.
Raj pushed forward until Arthur was lying down on the couch as they parted for air, the both of them panting slightly.
“… That was interesting.” Raj chuckled, and Arthur chuckled awkwardly.
“Indeed,” Arthur nodded, before pulling him down for another kiss-
“Artie!” Peter’s voice floated from above them, and Raj and Arthur scrambled to get back to their previous position of quietly sitting next to each other on the couch. The little boy came down the stairs, a questioning look on his face as he looked at his brother and his co-worker sitting next to each other awkwardly on the couch. “…Huh.”
“Wh-what was it you needed, Peter?” Arthur asked, stuttering.
“… Um, what are we having for dinner? I’m starting to feel a little hungry.”
“O-oh, I’ll be cooking,” Raj spoke up, and Peter glanced at him questioningly, before shaking his head.
“That’s great, but um,” Peter patted his stomach, “Chop, chop. Little boys can’t go hungry.”
“R-right,” Arthur and Raj chorused, before staggering to the kitchen. Peter watched them leave, before shaking his head, going back up the stairs to toy with Alfred’s voice editor.
---
“Arthur’s a boring old fart!”
“Arthur’s tacky and boring!”
“I want to go back to London!”
“Arthur’s cooking sucks!”
“Peter.”
“Arthur’s so girly with his knitting and embroidery!”
“Peter.”
“Arthur’s an old man!”
“Shut up that little idol’s mouth full of bollocks or I will toss that blasted iPod of yours out the window!” Arthur yelled, slamming his fist onto the table, alarming both Raj and Peter.
The little boy pouted at him, putting his iPod into his pocket, patting it. “You’re just jealous Alfred’s all famous and you’re not.”
“Oh, for goodness sake, Peter, I don’t even know the bloody wanker!”
“C-calm down, Arthur,” Raj held Arthur’s shoulder. “He’s just a little kid.”
The green-eyed blonde glared at his little brother, before falling silent; taking a furious bite of the curry he had on his spoon.
“Now, you two,” Raj chuckled, “Let’s get dinner over with, so we can get on to the cake.”
Peter cheered brightly, and Arthur let out a sigh of relief.
Really, what is it this man couldn’t do?
---
“Good night, Peter,” Arthur gently said to his little brother as he shut the lamp on Peter’s bedside table. “Sweet dreams.”
“’Night,” the little boy mumbled, curling up next to the hard disk drive Arthur and Raj had bought for him. The blonde boy fell asleep within moments, and the elder man standing by his bed smiled, gently stroking Peter’s hair before quietly walking out of the room, where outside, Raj was waiting for him, smiling as he closed the door behind him.
“Asleep,” Arthur smiled tiredly up at Raj, and the taller man nodded. “Finally.”
“Shall we continue what we were doing earlier, then?” the man chuckled, wrapping his arms around Arthur’s waist and pulling the shorter man closer.
“Let’s,” Arthur chuckled, and pulled him in for another kiss-
Suddenly Raj’s phone rang and the two immediately broke apart, alarmed.
“O-oh, I’m sorry,” the taller man apologised, taking his phone out, as Arthur laughed, feeling silly for reacting so violently to a simple ringtone. “… Oh.”
Arthur stopped laughing to look at the man reading the mail on his phone. “What is it?” he asked.
“I have to go,” he said, putting his phone back into his pocket. “Apparently, no one’s home to take care of my little sister,” he kissed Arthur’s forehead, “I’m sorry, this will have to wait.”
“S-sure,” Arthur nodded, slightly disappointed, and the taller man smiled down at him.
“I’m not sure I told you this yet, Arthur,” he said, before kissing Arthur again gently, looking into the blonde’s green eyes with his dark brown ones. “I love you.”
“… Wow,” was all Arthur could say, and Raj chuckled.
“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow at work,” the taller man nodded, pulling away, going down the stairs, Arthur following suit. The two men reached the front door and Raj stepped outside. “Bye.” He smiled charmingly down at Arthur, and the blonde man nodded, starry-eyed.
“B-bye,” he stuttered, and Raj turned, before walking away. Arthur closed the door, before pressing his back to it; his cheeks flushed red, a fluttering sensation in his chest. An embarrassed feeling washed over him. “Bloody hell, I haven’t felt like this since… since…”
Francis.
Arthur shook his head, pushing himself off the door. “W-well, I’m sure this relationship will turn out much better than the one I had with…”
Francis.
The green-eyed man slapped his forehead, trudging into the kitchen and pouring himself a glass of ale. He downed it quickly, leaving the glass in the sink, before leaving to head to his study.
He knew tonight was one of his few free nights, so he figured it would be best if he played around with magic for a while.
He opened the door to his study and was met with the scent of flowers growing by magic, the very same flowers he sells in his little flower shop out front. He quickly made his way past pots of colourful flowers (there was one pot that had a rose seedling, but the flowers were a beautiful deep blue colour, deep like the ocean. They were Arthur’s favourite, he had found the seedling in his ancestral home back in England; it was a miracle it stayed alive the entire time, Arthur had to admit, and so he named them Saphira Roses, for not only was the flower long-lasting, its petals reminded him of sapphires) and reached his desk, where an old-looking leather-bound book sat, locked with a spade-shaped lock.
Arthur picked it up, looking through its pages, humming thoughtfully, as he found the spell he had been practising-one of animation. He headed to the back of his study, where a pentacle drawn in chalk was all ready on the ground, with a circle of candles around it. In the middle of the pentacle was a small, tattered green rabbit. It was Arthur’s favourite toy when he was younger, and he had called it Mint Bunny. He had heard stories that it was his grandmother that had made it by herself, but unfortunately, Arthur had never met his grandmother before.
(In hindsight, Arthur thought, he remembered getting the spade-locked spell book, Mint Bunny and the Saphira Rose seedling from his grandmother’s room in their ancestral house. Maybe his grandmother was a witch?)
“Alright,” he said to himself, taking a deep breath. “Here I go.”
Concentrating on Mint Bunny, he began to sing out the spell-he learnt that that was how the spells really are supposed to be done, they would fail miserably if the spells were chanted-and the pentacle began to glow an unearthly green.
So far, so good, Arthur thought to himself, I think I’ve got this one in the bag.
Suddenly, his thought train on Mint Bunny derailed when for no particular reason, Arthur thought about the new idol Alfred Jones.
Peter really likes the guy, Arthur’s mind said, Even if he’s just some AI program-wait, why am I thinking of such things?!
Arthur blinked, and he had realised that he had finished singing the spell, and the room’s glow disappeared. The blonde man looked at Mint Bunny.
It wasn’t moving.
“Another failure, I see,” Arthur said glumly to himself, “And it’s most likely that bloody Jones’ fault.”
Frowning, he put the spell book back on his desk, and went to bed.
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Alfred felt something tugging at him as he surfed on a comment flying through cyberspace. The blonde idol blinked as he looked around him-but nothing was around to tug at him. He paled slightly. He never liked ghosts.
“Th-this is so not cool!” he yelled fearfully, as he felt the tugging on his arm grow stronger. “L-let go!’
Suddenly he was forcefully pulled off the comment he was surfing on, making the idol scream as he fell into the depths underneath him.
AHAHAHAHA WHOO THIS IS FUN.
I didn't mention what other pairings are around, so you guys will have to figure it out yourselves~ ... Well, at least, here. Of course if you guys are coming from the USUK LJ comm, then... bloody hell.
Notes: Raj Singh = India