[Fanfic] Beautiful 3 (USUK, PG-13)
TITLE: Beautiful
ARTIST/AUTHOR: bukku_oosa
RATING: T for some things being mentioned that aren't quite child-friendly.
WARNINGS: Spades culture being sticks in the mud, lots of verbal abuse later on, "propriety" issues, body image issues.
PAIRING/S: USUK, Alfred/Arthur (America/England)
SUMMARY: Arthur looked at him, tears rolling down his cheek. “Alfred,” he begged, “Am I beautiful to you?” Fanfiction.Net Link
Arthur stepped in the grand dining hall, where, stretched out before him was a long ten-seat table. At the far end, there were already two people there waiting for him-predictably, Yao and Alfred, the expressions total opposites of each other.
The Spades Jack, seated at Alfred’s right, had a half-grimace on his face, his gaze on Arthur scrutinising and calculating as Arthur walked towards them, carefully stepping on blue carpet so as to dampen the sound of his peg leg hitting the marble floor. Arthur felt himself tense up under the intense gaze of the man, and he made his way as quickly as possible to Alfred’s side.
Alfred, on the other hand, had a huge grin on his face, truly glad to see his bride-to-be again after they were so abruptly separated in the lobby earlier. His blue eyes were twinkling with glee as Arthur sat down (a butler pulled out his chair for him and pulled it in after he had sat down), and when Arthur had settled, his hand shot out and held Arthur’s tightly.
“Hey, babe,” Alfred smiled, lifting Arthur’s hand and planting a soft kiss on Arthur’s knuckles. “Missed you.”
“Alfred,” Arthur laughed softly, a blush crossing his face, when suddenly Yao cleared his throat, and he jolted, “A-ah, yes, it’s nice to see you too…” he weakly said, pulling his hand away from Alfred’s, earning him a dismayed look from the blonde man.
“Well,” Yao spoke up, “Now that the two of you have exchanged pleasantries…”
Arthur took this as a cue to behave accordingly, and nodded delicately. “Yes, good evening to you too, Yao,” he said, and Yao nodded at him.
“Good evening to you too. It is time to eat,” he clapped his hands, and a few waiters walked in with platters, placing them in front of them, ready to be eaten. Arthur’s eye almost boggled out of his head when he saw their dinner - rich, succulent meat and fresh green vegetables that looked absolutely delicious and they smelled wonderful. Arthur swallowed. He had never had this kind of food before, ever.
In total, tense silence, the three of them ate, Arthur shooting worried glances at both Alfred (who looked at him back, at a loss on what to do) and at Yao, who continued to eat, not minding the two blondes with him. Sharing uneasy glances, Alfred and Arthur wondered, dismayed, if this was going to be what their married life will turn out. Alfred frowned, and brought his hand down underneath the table. Arthur looked at him, eyebrow raised, but his eye widened when he felt Alfred’s hand grasp his underneath the table.
Yao noticed this and looked at Arthur. “Whatever is the matter, Captain Kirkland?” he asked, and Arthur shook his head, squeezing Alfred’s hand underneath the table.
“It’s nothing,” Arthur replied, ending the conversation by forking a broccoli and putting it in his mouth. Yao eyed him suspiciously, before he turned back to his food. The two blondes looked at each other, and shared a secret smile, before continuing with their meal, their hands not leaving each other’s the entire time.
---
Alfred had insisted that he accompany Arthur to his room after dinner, and after some desperate begging, Yao allowed him-just this once, and only this once, and if only Yao was to come along too. He was not having his future rulers stray from tradition more than they already were.
Smiling together, Alfred and Arthur walked together slowly down the hall, prolonging their time together as much as they could, as their hands were tightly clasped in each other’s, like as if to never let go.
Inevitably, though, they had reached Arthur’s room, and the blonde Queen-to-be was soon bidding his husband-to-be goodnight.
“I’ll see you in the morning, Alfred,” Arthur bade meekly, and the man grinned at him, a tell-tale glimmer in his eyes that Arthur knew he was up to something. “Love, please don’t do anything silly,” he whispered to his husband, and Alfred chuckled, planting a soft kiss on Arthur’s knuckles.
“Wouldn’t even dream of it,” Alfred whispered back, winking at Arthur, before pulling away. “Good night, babe,” he smiled, giving him one last kiss before waving goodbye.
Arthur weakly waved back at him and watched Alfred and Yao walk away into the darkness of the corridors ahead, before sighing, and walking into his room, tugging at the strings of his corset to loosen it enough so he could take it off.
---
A knock on the door caught Arthur’s attention and the one-eyed man lifted his head from the book he was reading (A Collection of Traditional Tales, and ironically, the very story he and Sakura were quoting earlier, Beauty and the Beast). “Come in,” he called out, and Sakura peered into the room.
“Good evening, my Lord,” she smiled, before stepping inside, revealing to Arthur what she brought with her-a bucket with a few bottles in it and a bath sponge. “I’ve been told to fix you a bath.”
“Oh, yes, thank you,” Arthur nodded, standing up, and Sakura walked over to a door in the back of the room. Following after her, Arthur saw her walk into the in-room bathroom and draw a bath, filling the tub with water, before opening one of the bottles (a deep mauve colour with an interesting shape) and pouring a viscous, dark purple liquid into the water. The air filled with a sweet scent and bubbles appeared on the surface of the water.
Softly Sakura began to cast a spell, her small hands glowing a warm red, and Arthur felt the air around the tub grow warmer. Smiling slightly, he knelt down beside her and helped her out-his hands glowed green as he channelled fire magic into the porcelain of the tub, heating up the water much faster than if Sakura did it by herself.
“Oh, my Lord,” the maid smiled, after they had warmed up the bath enough, “You didn’t have to help me.”
“Division of labour, love,” Arthur smiled, “It’ll help make the work faster.”
“Thank you,” She nodded, before getting up to leave. “Well, I shall leave you now,” she said, curtseying politely. “When you are done with the bath, please just drain the water. Would you like me to leave you a new set of clothes or will a robe suffice?” she asked.
“That robe will do,” Arthur replied, gesturing to the blue robe he had hung up in the bathroom when Sakura had come in to get him ready for dinner. “Thank you for your hard work, Sakura.” He nodded, “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Good night, my Lord,” the woman nodded, “I’ll leave your windows open so you can get some fresh air.”
“Thank you,” Arthur replied. Sakura smiled, before leaving the room, leaving Arthur alone in the bathroom, alone with his thoughts.
Arthur sighed, looking down at the bath, before shimmying out of his clothes, pulling his ribbon undone with one hand, the other unbuttoning his shirt. He reached behind his head and pulled at the string of his eye patch, letting it fall to the ground. When he had fully undressed, he stepped into the bath with a long sigh.
He let himself soak in the warm water for a while, silent as he thought.
It has been a long day, with an even longer chain of events that certainly turned Arthur’s life upside-down.
Just the day before, he remembered, he and Alfred were crossing swords with the Kraken, putting their lives on the line for something as beautiful as their love, the seas tossing their ship to and fro violently as the great beast thrashed about underwater. By their side was Steve and Luke, along with the loyal crew of the Britannia, struggling against a force of nature himself in an uphill battle that they had to win, and that they did win-now Arthur was in Alfred’s life, to be married, to live happily ever after together, forever.
But…
A frown crossed Arthur’s face as he thought about the court of Spades. Yao, the Jack, was just as he expected-majestic, every single bit of the man a proper noble fitting of the powerful Spades kingdom. No doubt he was a great adviser for Alfred, still a young king, with many things yet to learn.
But the pressure was frightening. Arthur could practically feel the man’s judging stare at him, critically inspecting every minute movement Arthur made, deciding for himself if Arthur really was the Queen the Kingdom of Spades needed, not the one only its King wanted.
Sighing, Arthur lifted his hand from the bubbling water and inspected it. Would he be really fitting to rule this kingdom? Him, Arthur Kirkland, past bloodthirsty pirate, heinous for his crimes on the sea? Him, scarred beyond recognition and not the beauty most people would expect upon hearing his Gift?
Shaking his head, Arthur gathered himself together, and submerged himself fully into the water, staying there for a few moments before getting up, wiping away water crossing his face.
“Get it together,” he told himself murmuring softly, “Remember what the fairies told you, you’re not alone. You can do this.”
Nodding resolutely, Arthur began to wash himself.
---
Drying his hair off with a towel, and dressed only in the blue silk robe and his eye patch, Arthur stepped out of the bathroom and slowly walked around his room, now dimly lit with candles in elegant silver candelabras of swirling chrome metal. Once he deemed his hair dry, Arthur slung the towel over the backrest of one of the armchairs and headed towards the balcony.
A pensive expression on his face, he looked up at the moon as he leant against the white marble railing, arms crossed, as he felt the forest breeze lightly sweep over him.
He shivered slightly as a particularly cold gust of wind hit him, and suddenly he felt a pair of warm arms hug him from behind. His eyes widened, and he struggled to get out of the embrace, panicked-
“H-hey, babe, cool down, it’s just me,” Alfred laughed from behind him, and Arthur turned his head to see Alfred smiling down at him, dressed simply in a white polo and black slacks. “Hey,” he smiled, before kissing his wife-to-be.
“What are you doing here?” Arthur asked, turning around in Alfred’s embrace, his hands coming up to rest on the man’s pectorals, as the both of them leaned against the marble railing. “There is a reason they gave us separate rooms, you know.”
“I know,” Alfred sighed, hugging Arthur tighter. “But I’m going to go crazy if I’m not allowed to be with you all the time.” He planted a soft kiss on Arthur’s hair. “You know, Yao told me I’m not allowed to see you, at all, unless during mealtimes and stuff.”
“Well, for good reason,” Arthur replied, “We’re only about to be married, Alfred. He’s just making sure you won’t do anything silly.”
“Jeez, not you too,” Alfred whined, and Arthur smiled slightly at Alfred’s childish behaviour. “Look, we’re lovers.” At this, a delighted shiver went through Arthur’s body, and Alfred smiled at this, but continued. “It’s our right to be able to see each other like this.”
“Alfred, I’m sure he’s doing it for propriety’s sake.” Arthur reasoned, but Alfred shook his head, pouting.
“Propriety sucks,” he stated, “I say he’s just being a stick in the mud.” He snickered, and Arthur looked scandalized, but he laughed about it after a moment. “So, what depressing news did Yao tell you?”
“I have to do training,” Arthur replied, “Queen lessons,” he cut in, when Alfred opened his mouth to protest, “I have to learn about Spades’ history, etiquette, economics, you know the rest,” he explained, and Alfred made a face.
“Man, that’s boring.” He commented, “I’m sorry you have to go through this.” He apologised, “If I had known, I…”
“Love,” Arthur smiled, caressing Alfred’s cheek, “You killed a gigantic octopus and deeply insulted one of the Great Spirits just so you could marry me. I think I should return the favour, don’t you think?”
Alfred grinned weakly, and nodded, before kissing Arthur’s forehead. “Yeah, I guess. We can get through this.”
“I know we can,” Arthur replied, leaning forward to rest his forehead against Alfred’s shoulder. “Now, how did you get in here?”
“I may have tested out the vines growing near your bedroom window for how strong they could be.” Alfred grinned, and Arthur shook his head fondly, looking up into Alfred’s eyes. “And I may have had some accomplices.”
“Sakura,” Arthur breathed, chuckling, and Alfred winked at him. “Will you come here every night, then?” he asked, and Alfred nodded.
“Every night ‘till you move in to my bedroom, babe.” He grinned, and Arthur laughed softly, kissing Alfred lovingly. The man kissed him back and tipped him backwards over his arm, lowering Arthur like in a dance. Arthur pulled away, laughing, holding onto Alfred’s arms for leverage.
“And what’s this, my King?” he asked, looking up at Alfred, eyebrow raised.
“Dance with me, my Queen,” Alfred grinned down at him, “Let’s see those wings shine.”
“Well, then. Since you asked so nicely.” Arthur grinned, and Alfred let him up, adjusting his hands so that they were in position. “On three?”
“One, two…”
The two lovers moved together on the balcony, moving out into the moonlight. Arthur’s fairy wings shimmered into view and a warm smile spread across Alfred’s face upon seeing them, beautiful, fragile wings throbbing with life, vibrant like the first time he had seen them.
“They’re beautiful, Arthur,” he gently said, swaying gently as the both of them waltzed to a song only they could hear. “Just like you.”
Arthur smiled, and leaned up to kiss Alfred gently, “Thank you.” He said simply, and Alfred’s smile widened.
“You’re not bad at this dancing thing,” he commented, “Looks like you can skip a lesson or two.”
“Brilliant,” Arthur rolled his eye, before bursting into laughter. Alfred followed suit, the two of them slowing down to laugh together, leaning against each other to keep themselves upright.
“Man,” Alfred sighed, calming down. “You’re pretty crazy too, aren’t you?”
“So are you,” Arthur replied, grinning. “Overconfident git.”
Alfred laughed and kissed Arthur again, before pressing their foreheads together.
“I love you,” he smiled, and Arthur returned the smile with a gentle one.
“I love you too.”
Soo, it seems this fic is going to be a 4-part one! I'm pretty sure that I can get this finished by chapter 4. If not, well, then. Lucky you guys for getting a longer fic! XD
Now that this is basically rolling down the hill really well, I have no idea what I'd like to say, really.
Thank you to everyone for still reading this! :D
(Oh, and on another note, there are a few stuff on Tumblr that aren't here, or anywhere, really! Mainly, the very R-18-y new miniseries Calling Mr. Jones. Go check it out if you're interested, it's only on my Tumblr! :D)
Until next time!
ARTIST/AUTHOR: bukku_oosa
RATING: T for some things being mentioned that aren't quite child-friendly.
WARNINGS: Spades culture being sticks in the mud, lots of verbal abuse later on, "propriety" issues, body image issues.
PAIRING/S: USUK, Alfred/Arthur (America/England)
SUMMARY: Arthur looked at him, tears rolling down his cheek. “Alfred,” he begged, “Am I beautiful to you?” Fanfiction.Net Link
Arthur stepped in the grand dining hall, where, stretched out before him was a long ten-seat table. At the far end, there were already two people there waiting for him-predictably, Yao and Alfred, the expressions total opposites of each other.
The Spades Jack, seated at Alfred’s right, had a half-grimace on his face, his gaze on Arthur scrutinising and calculating as Arthur walked towards them, carefully stepping on blue carpet so as to dampen the sound of his peg leg hitting the marble floor. Arthur felt himself tense up under the intense gaze of the man, and he made his way as quickly as possible to Alfred’s side.
Alfred, on the other hand, had a huge grin on his face, truly glad to see his bride-to-be again after they were so abruptly separated in the lobby earlier. His blue eyes were twinkling with glee as Arthur sat down (a butler pulled out his chair for him and pulled it in after he had sat down), and when Arthur had settled, his hand shot out and held Arthur’s tightly.
“Hey, babe,” Alfred smiled, lifting Arthur’s hand and planting a soft kiss on Arthur’s knuckles. “Missed you.”
“Alfred,” Arthur laughed softly, a blush crossing his face, when suddenly Yao cleared his throat, and he jolted, “A-ah, yes, it’s nice to see you too…” he weakly said, pulling his hand away from Alfred’s, earning him a dismayed look from the blonde man.
“Well,” Yao spoke up, “Now that the two of you have exchanged pleasantries…”
Arthur took this as a cue to behave accordingly, and nodded delicately. “Yes, good evening to you too, Yao,” he said, and Yao nodded at him.
“Good evening to you too. It is time to eat,” he clapped his hands, and a few waiters walked in with platters, placing them in front of them, ready to be eaten. Arthur’s eye almost boggled out of his head when he saw their dinner - rich, succulent meat and fresh green vegetables that looked absolutely delicious and they smelled wonderful. Arthur swallowed. He had never had this kind of food before, ever.
In total, tense silence, the three of them ate, Arthur shooting worried glances at both Alfred (who looked at him back, at a loss on what to do) and at Yao, who continued to eat, not minding the two blondes with him. Sharing uneasy glances, Alfred and Arthur wondered, dismayed, if this was going to be what their married life will turn out. Alfred frowned, and brought his hand down underneath the table. Arthur looked at him, eyebrow raised, but his eye widened when he felt Alfred’s hand grasp his underneath the table.
Yao noticed this and looked at Arthur. “Whatever is the matter, Captain Kirkland?” he asked, and Arthur shook his head, squeezing Alfred’s hand underneath the table.
“It’s nothing,” Arthur replied, ending the conversation by forking a broccoli and putting it in his mouth. Yao eyed him suspiciously, before he turned back to his food. The two blondes looked at each other, and shared a secret smile, before continuing with their meal, their hands not leaving each other’s the entire time.
---
Alfred had insisted that he accompany Arthur to his room after dinner, and after some desperate begging, Yao allowed him-just this once, and only this once, and if only Yao was to come along too. He was not having his future rulers stray from tradition more than they already were.
Smiling together, Alfred and Arthur walked together slowly down the hall, prolonging their time together as much as they could, as their hands were tightly clasped in each other’s, like as if to never let go.
Inevitably, though, they had reached Arthur’s room, and the blonde Queen-to-be was soon bidding his husband-to-be goodnight.
“I’ll see you in the morning, Alfred,” Arthur bade meekly, and the man grinned at him, a tell-tale glimmer in his eyes that Arthur knew he was up to something. “Love, please don’t do anything silly,” he whispered to his husband, and Alfred chuckled, planting a soft kiss on Arthur’s knuckles.
“Wouldn’t even dream of it,” Alfred whispered back, winking at Arthur, before pulling away. “Good night, babe,” he smiled, giving him one last kiss before waving goodbye.
Arthur weakly waved back at him and watched Alfred and Yao walk away into the darkness of the corridors ahead, before sighing, and walking into his room, tugging at the strings of his corset to loosen it enough so he could take it off.
---
A knock on the door caught Arthur’s attention and the one-eyed man lifted his head from the book he was reading (A Collection of Traditional Tales, and ironically, the very story he and Sakura were quoting earlier, Beauty and the Beast). “Come in,” he called out, and Sakura peered into the room.
“Good evening, my Lord,” she smiled, before stepping inside, revealing to Arthur what she brought with her-a bucket with a few bottles in it and a bath sponge. “I’ve been told to fix you a bath.”
“Oh, yes, thank you,” Arthur nodded, standing up, and Sakura walked over to a door in the back of the room. Following after her, Arthur saw her walk into the in-room bathroom and draw a bath, filling the tub with water, before opening one of the bottles (a deep mauve colour with an interesting shape) and pouring a viscous, dark purple liquid into the water. The air filled with a sweet scent and bubbles appeared on the surface of the water.
Softly Sakura began to cast a spell, her small hands glowing a warm red, and Arthur felt the air around the tub grow warmer. Smiling slightly, he knelt down beside her and helped her out-his hands glowed green as he channelled fire magic into the porcelain of the tub, heating up the water much faster than if Sakura did it by herself.
“Oh, my Lord,” the maid smiled, after they had warmed up the bath enough, “You didn’t have to help me.”
“Division of labour, love,” Arthur smiled, “It’ll help make the work faster.”
“Thank you,” She nodded, before getting up to leave. “Well, I shall leave you now,” she said, curtseying politely. “When you are done with the bath, please just drain the water. Would you like me to leave you a new set of clothes or will a robe suffice?” she asked.
“That robe will do,” Arthur replied, gesturing to the blue robe he had hung up in the bathroom when Sakura had come in to get him ready for dinner. “Thank you for your hard work, Sakura.” He nodded, “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Good night, my Lord,” the woman nodded, “I’ll leave your windows open so you can get some fresh air.”
“Thank you,” Arthur replied. Sakura smiled, before leaving the room, leaving Arthur alone in the bathroom, alone with his thoughts.
Arthur sighed, looking down at the bath, before shimmying out of his clothes, pulling his ribbon undone with one hand, the other unbuttoning his shirt. He reached behind his head and pulled at the string of his eye patch, letting it fall to the ground. When he had fully undressed, he stepped into the bath with a long sigh.
He let himself soak in the warm water for a while, silent as he thought.
It has been a long day, with an even longer chain of events that certainly turned Arthur’s life upside-down.
Just the day before, he remembered, he and Alfred were crossing swords with the Kraken, putting their lives on the line for something as beautiful as their love, the seas tossing their ship to and fro violently as the great beast thrashed about underwater. By their side was Steve and Luke, along with the loyal crew of the Britannia, struggling against a force of nature himself in an uphill battle that they had to win, and that they did win-now Arthur was in Alfred’s life, to be married, to live happily ever after together, forever.
But…
A frown crossed Arthur’s face as he thought about the court of Spades. Yao, the Jack, was just as he expected-majestic, every single bit of the man a proper noble fitting of the powerful Spades kingdom. No doubt he was a great adviser for Alfred, still a young king, with many things yet to learn.
But the pressure was frightening. Arthur could practically feel the man’s judging stare at him, critically inspecting every minute movement Arthur made, deciding for himself if Arthur really was the Queen the Kingdom of Spades needed, not the one only its King wanted.
Sighing, Arthur lifted his hand from the bubbling water and inspected it. Would he be really fitting to rule this kingdom? Him, Arthur Kirkland, past bloodthirsty pirate, heinous for his crimes on the sea? Him, scarred beyond recognition and not the beauty most people would expect upon hearing his Gift?
Shaking his head, Arthur gathered himself together, and submerged himself fully into the water, staying there for a few moments before getting up, wiping away water crossing his face.
“Get it together,” he told himself murmuring softly, “Remember what the fairies told you, you’re not alone. You can do this.”
Nodding resolutely, Arthur began to wash himself.
---
Drying his hair off with a towel, and dressed only in the blue silk robe and his eye patch, Arthur stepped out of the bathroom and slowly walked around his room, now dimly lit with candles in elegant silver candelabras of swirling chrome metal. Once he deemed his hair dry, Arthur slung the towel over the backrest of one of the armchairs and headed towards the balcony.
A pensive expression on his face, he looked up at the moon as he leant against the white marble railing, arms crossed, as he felt the forest breeze lightly sweep over him.
He shivered slightly as a particularly cold gust of wind hit him, and suddenly he felt a pair of warm arms hug him from behind. His eyes widened, and he struggled to get out of the embrace, panicked-
“H-hey, babe, cool down, it’s just me,” Alfred laughed from behind him, and Arthur turned his head to see Alfred smiling down at him, dressed simply in a white polo and black slacks. “Hey,” he smiled, before kissing his wife-to-be.
“What are you doing here?” Arthur asked, turning around in Alfred’s embrace, his hands coming up to rest on the man’s pectorals, as the both of them leaned against the marble railing. “There is a reason they gave us separate rooms, you know.”
“I know,” Alfred sighed, hugging Arthur tighter. “But I’m going to go crazy if I’m not allowed to be with you all the time.” He planted a soft kiss on Arthur’s hair. “You know, Yao told me I’m not allowed to see you, at all, unless during mealtimes and stuff.”
“Well, for good reason,” Arthur replied, “We’re only about to be married, Alfred. He’s just making sure you won’t do anything silly.”
“Jeez, not you too,” Alfred whined, and Arthur smiled slightly at Alfred’s childish behaviour. “Look, we’re lovers.” At this, a delighted shiver went through Arthur’s body, and Alfred smiled at this, but continued. “It’s our right to be able to see each other like this.”
“Alfred, I’m sure he’s doing it for propriety’s sake.” Arthur reasoned, but Alfred shook his head, pouting.
“Propriety sucks,” he stated, “I say he’s just being a stick in the mud.” He snickered, and Arthur looked scandalized, but he laughed about it after a moment. “So, what depressing news did Yao tell you?”
“I have to do training,” Arthur replied, “Queen lessons,” he cut in, when Alfred opened his mouth to protest, “I have to learn about Spades’ history, etiquette, economics, you know the rest,” he explained, and Alfred made a face.
“Man, that’s boring.” He commented, “I’m sorry you have to go through this.” He apologised, “If I had known, I…”
“Love,” Arthur smiled, caressing Alfred’s cheek, “You killed a gigantic octopus and deeply insulted one of the Great Spirits just so you could marry me. I think I should return the favour, don’t you think?”
Alfred grinned weakly, and nodded, before kissing Arthur’s forehead. “Yeah, I guess. We can get through this.”
“I know we can,” Arthur replied, leaning forward to rest his forehead against Alfred’s shoulder. “Now, how did you get in here?”
“I may have tested out the vines growing near your bedroom window for how strong they could be.” Alfred grinned, and Arthur shook his head fondly, looking up into Alfred’s eyes. “And I may have had some accomplices.”
“Sakura,” Arthur breathed, chuckling, and Alfred winked at him. “Will you come here every night, then?” he asked, and Alfred nodded.
“Every night ‘till you move in to my bedroom, babe.” He grinned, and Arthur laughed softly, kissing Alfred lovingly. The man kissed him back and tipped him backwards over his arm, lowering Arthur like in a dance. Arthur pulled away, laughing, holding onto Alfred’s arms for leverage.
“And what’s this, my King?” he asked, looking up at Alfred, eyebrow raised.
“Dance with me, my Queen,” Alfred grinned down at him, “Let’s see those wings shine.”
“Well, then. Since you asked so nicely.” Arthur grinned, and Alfred let him up, adjusting his hands so that they were in position. “On three?”
“One, two…”
The two lovers moved together on the balcony, moving out into the moonlight. Arthur’s fairy wings shimmered into view and a warm smile spread across Alfred’s face upon seeing them, beautiful, fragile wings throbbing with life, vibrant like the first time he had seen them.
“They’re beautiful, Arthur,” he gently said, swaying gently as the both of them waltzed to a song only they could hear. “Just like you.”
Arthur smiled, and leaned up to kiss Alfred gently, “Thank you.” He said simply, and Alfred’s smile widened.
“You’re not bad at this dancing thing,” he commented, “Looks like you can skip a lesson or two.”
“Brilliant,” Arthur rolled his eye, before bursting into laughter. Alfred followed suit, the two of them slowing down to laugh together, leaning against each other to keep themselves upright.
“Man,” Alfred sighed, calming down. “You’re pretty crazy too, aren’t you?”
“So are you,” Arthur replied, grinning. “Overconfident git.”
Alfred laughed and kissed Arthur again, before pressing their foreheads together.
“I love you,” he smiled, and Arthur returned the smile with a gentle one.
“I love you too.”
Soo, it seems this fic is going to be a 4-part one! I'm pretty sure that I can get this finished by chapter 4. If not, well, then. Lucky you guys for getting a longer fic! XD
Now that this is basically rolling down the hill really well, I have no idea what I'd like to say, really.
Thank you to everyone for still reading this! :D
(Oh, and on another note, there are a few stuff on Tumblr that aren't here, or anywhere, really! Mainly, the very R-18-y new miniseries Calling Mr. Jones. Go check it out if you're interested, it's only on my Tumblr! :D)
Until next time!