Your Sins Into Me [2/?]
anonymous
September 5 2010, 21:28:40 UTC
Arthur had proudly given them the middle finger, a little something he’d learned from his human years prior. Inwardly though, he felt his heart churn in pain. He knew his brothers spoke the truth. He knew Alfred would never look at him the way Arthur looked at Alfred. Alfred would never hold him, would never hold Arthur’s hand like he held that girl’s.
Although there was a spell, a spell the People from his mother’s nest favored on full moon nights, a little spell so tricky in its bare simplicity. But it was not a welcomed spell amongst the People of his father, the ones whom Arthur had pledged himself loyal to so long ago. His mother had been a vicious vixen, wedded to Arthur’s father against her will. She’d been wild, tricky and cruel to Arthur’s father. His father had been a fool, so besotted with her that he’d forgiven her many affairs, the way she’d smeared his name with mud. She’d favored human men, seducing them and welcoming them to her bed to spite the man who’d loved her more than anything.
Arthur would not be like her. He was not cruel and he was not entirely without heart; he’d made his brothers and sisters go through so much already. Arthur would not hurt them any further.
Even though he so wanted to know how it felt, to know what that human female did, the warmth of Alfred’s hand…
Smiling without mirth, Francis chuckled. “You are fool, little master,” he said to Arthur, sitting beside him, shoulders almost touching. “At least your face is lovely to look upon. You are quite fetching when you cry, I must say, so I guess this trip wasn’t entirely without purpose.”
Green eyes downcast, Arthur glanced at the faery at his side. Francis’ hand, unlike Alfred’s, would be so easy to hold. It was right there after all. Francis was here, right beside him, unlike Alfred, who was so far away and with the current object of his desires.
It was that girl, and not Arthur, who held Alfred’s heart at the moment.
And it hurt.
Rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hand, Arthur huffed. “I have told you countless of times to let be me. It is not I who asks you to come, frog.”
“Ah. But you see, I do not need your permission to come visit you, lovely.” Francis’ lips curved in amusement, a few blonde strands escaping the red ribbon holding his hair back. Francis was very beautiful among the People. Many did not understand why Arthur was not happy with his marriage, wedded to someone as striking as the prince. “I am entirely within my rights to be here. You are, after all, my partner in life. Till death do us part, as the humans would say.”
Wrapping his arms around his middle, Arthur looked at the happy human couple once more. He lowered his head, unable to look at them without his eyes feeling moist. Faeries did not cry, were not supposed to cry, for someone as low as a human. Not even when they were so stupidly and foolishly in love with them.
“I don’t know where you’ve been the past years, you blundering buffoon, but I have never considered myself yours,” Arthur said, his voice less biting than he’d intended it.
He felt rather than saw Francis slide closer to him. Their shoulders bumped. Francis’ fingers brushed Arthur’s. Arthur quickly snapped his hand back, curling it into a loose fit.
It was not Francis’ hand that Arthur wished to hold.
Arthur did not need to look up to know Francis was looking at him with disdain. Francis so rarely angered, but Arthur had a peculiar tact for pushing his buttons. “I have been here, watching you suffer and make a fool of yourself for this human. I no longer recognize you, Arthur. The old you would never be this-”
Your Sins Into Me [3/?]
anonymous
September 5 2010, 21:34:08 UTC
“-pathetic?” Arthur rolled his eyes. “You’ve told me this. Are you a parrot? Have you so little brains that you cannot say anything else?” He snorted, steeling his voice to make his words as hurtful as possible. His smile was cruel, lips curved in derision. “If you find me so pathetic and displeasing I suggest you go to my brothers. I am sure something can be done to break our union. Nothing has obviously come out of it.”
Arthur seriously expected Francis to punch him. He would have done the same if he’d been in Francis’ place. Instead, he blinked in confusion when Francis easily threaded their fingers together, giving his hand what could be taken as a reassuring squeeze.
The look on Francis’ face made Arthur look away from him, the intimacy of it making him feel uncomfortable. “Let go,” he ordered, though a lot less a forcibly then he would have liked. He felt strangely vulnerable, the open affection-the anger-on Francis’ face taking him by surprise.
Rather than do as Arthur said, Francis yanked him closer. Green eyes widening, Arthur toppled against Francis’ chest, wings fluttering anxiously behind him. He immediately tried to pull away. Before he could so much as punch the bastard on the face, Francis’ cupped Arthur’s face, tilting his chin up to meet his eyes.
“If you would only look away from your precious human for one second, my dearest Arthur,” Francis hissed at him, their faces dangerously close, the other’s hot breath fanning Arthur’s lips. Arthur looked down, cheeks uncomfortably warm. What- “Then perhaps you would not be so blind. It was not by luck that you and I were wedded. And unlike that little pet of yours, I have the ability to make you happy. Unlike him, I can give you what you deserve.”
Caressing Arthur’s cheek with his thumb, Francis leaned closer. Their lips touched, their breath mingling together. Francis tasted like the sweetness of home, like magic and like what Arthur had so willingly given up for the brightness of Alfred’s smile.
Pulling away, just enough for their lips to stutter and brush against each other’s, Francis looked at Arthur with lidded eyes. “If you would forget this human, I would do anything in my power to make you happy. If you would give me a chance, I could make you fall in love with me.”
Never before had Arthur been without insult to throw at him. Swallowing thickly, he snapped himself out of his stupor, eyes narrowing and shoulders braced. He ripped himself away from the other’s touch, Francis’ head snapping back from the force of Arthur’s blow.
“Leave.” Turning his back to him, Arthur ground his molars together. His shoulders were shaking, though with what, Arthur did not know. His nerves were a mess. “And never touch me again or I swear on the Moon I will break that face you’re so proud of, Francis.”
“You little fool.” There was blood trickling down Francis’ mouth. His eyes were blue slits of anger. Glancing at him over his shoulder, Arthur felt his body tense. “What can he do for you? He cannot even hold your hand! Tell me, do you plan to wither by his side like the roses you love so much, alone forever?”
It was the first time Arthur had ever seen Francis so angry, angry enough to forget his sweet chivalry and flirtatious attitude. Arthur could not handle Francis like this. He would rather Francis treat him like before, where he did not love him and would simply stay by Arthur’s side because the laws of the People demanded it, and not because Francis actually cared. Francis frightened him like this; Arthur did not know what to do with the love the other was offering him.
And Arthur had never been good at dealing with things that he did not understand.
Regarding the other with cold eyes, Arthur sneered. “And if I say yes? You can do nothing! Nothing; it is my choice to remain by his side.”
Rubbing his bruised jaw, Francis glared. “You cannot possibly love him so much.”
Your Sins Into Me [4/?]
anonymous
September 5 2010, 21:53:15 UTC
“Yes, I do!” Arthur huffed, hands clenched tightly. “He is the one I want. And I never asked to be tied to you. That was my brothers’ doing. I never loved you and I never will!”
Arthur might have considered Francis’ feelings, years and years prior. But not when he was so foolishly in love with his human. If he had never met Alfred, perhaps over time, he might have even learned to love Francis. He might have grown to love this pompous prince and be happy with him.
But no in this world, not when Alfred so clearly existed.
Francis’ hand was not the one Arthur wished to hold.
Smiling in disdain, hurt but unwilling to show it, Francis wiped the blood off his chin. “You might find his touch to be less gentle than you’d thought, my dearest Arthur,” he said coolly, hands balled into tight fists. Obviously, he’d not expected rejection; but Francis was too proud to show just how much Arthur’s words had hurt him. In end, Francis and Arthur were more alike then they thought. “He is human. You should know by now that humans cannot hold anything in their hands without destroying it.”
Arthur ignored him, refusing to believe his words. Yes, humans were cruel and clumsy with their hands, creating wars and never learning from their mistakes-but not Alfred, who possessed no green thumb but still tried to grow chili peppers every summer. He was poor at gardening, his hands too strong against the frailty of a flower. Arthur had taken pity on him and took up the task of caring for the man’s little garden, sprinkling it with magic every so often to make Alfred believe he could grow something when he put his mind to it.
Alfred’s hands were surely gentle, were surely careful with fragile things. Alfred was not a cruel man. He might be a little childish and quick to act without thinking, but he was kind. Arthur firmly believed that.
He should have known Francis’ words would come back to haunt him.
“Hmm.” Pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose, Alfred pursued his lips in frustration. “That’s strange. The wings are not made of bone or muscle, yet the sensory nerves…no, these are mixed nerves.”
Arthur squeezed his eyes shut, his lashes fluttering helplessly against his cheeks, much like his wings…the appendages were restrained, held and picked and prodded by cruel, clumsy hands. He was a butterfly, pinned and helpless.
Clawing helplessly at the cold metal beneath him, Arthur tried to separate himself from the feeling of having his wings handled so carelessly. They were the most fragile part of him, so strong yet so weak, so sensitive to touch. They were the most intimate part of him, and yet Alfred…
“…response to pain is off the charts! The transmission impulses are amazing.” Excitement shined behind Alfred’s glasses, his lips curving into a keen smile. “It resembles a butterfly in many of its aspects, but the form is aesthetically human. Male, 10.5 inches in height. Wings are made of some type of gossamer fiber-no.” Alfred shook his head, frowning thoughtfully. “The texture is more of a silk paper, but…hmm. They do not look strong enough to lift the body, but why else would they be there?”
A pained gasp ripped itself from Arthur’s throat when something cold and sharp ran down his spine, his shoulders twitching at the sensation. The object moved further down, stopping at the low of his back. Goosebumps rose on Arthur’s skin. Though coated with a cold layer of sweat, the almost ethereal glow of the pale skin was unmistakable. This puzzled Alfred.
Your Sins Into Me [5/?]
anonymous
September 5 2010, 21:55:44 UTC
Yanking off his gloves, this time Alfred touched Arthur with his bare hands.
Arthur chocked when he was turned on his stomach. The hands prodded at his skin, leaving behind angry purple-green bruises, sores that would last for days. Arthur’s breath hitched when lean fingers ran up the length of his body, spiking higher and higher, dangerously close to the clasp that held his robe together…
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…eh. I am much too embarrassed to post the rest of this chapter. Cough. I’ve never written this kink before, hell, never even considered it, so please allow me some time to mentally prepare myself. I will post the rest later tonight, dear anons. Also, thanks so much for your comments; I’m wary about replying to them as I do not wish to take up valuable space. But please know that I appreciate every single one of them! :D
Re: Your Sins Into Me [5/?]
anonymous
September 5 2010, 22:18:20 UTC
This story makes me feel like I'm watching a car crash in a strange beautiful way. My heart bleeds for Arthur and I think I spent most of this section just really wanting him to go off with Francis if only to spare him. I've got my fingers crossed for a happy ending.
Re: Your Sins Into Me [5/?]
anonymous
September 5 2010, 22:51:38 UTC
When I saw that this had updated, I got this cold feeling in my gut. Though maybe that was just the water I was drinking.
Either way! This story is disturbing in the best way possible. Even though I have a feeling it's only going to get worse before it gets please anon? better. I'm pretty resiliant when it comes to dark and angsty stuff, but this...I'm not sure that I'll be able to finish this one. D:
Re: Your Sins Into Me [5/?]
anonymous
September 5 2010, 22:54:39 UTC
Oh my god, I love this story more than words. I love all of the build up at the beginning, the way Arthur truly loves Alfred, oh god, it's just going to get even more painful. I am so glad like you don't even know that you're filling this, anon. And don't worry, I'm sure you'll do a wonderful job writing the kink! :D
Re: Your Sins Into Me [5/?]
anonymous
September 6 2010, 04:09:34 UTC
Byah. Loving this fill to bits, definitely one of the best I've seen in these past few months. Has me clapping with glee and squealing in my head every time I see an update posted. Everything about it is just plain superb, from the emotion to the prose. Absolutely gorgeous, cannot wait for more. ♥
Re: Your Sins Into Me [5/?]
anonymous
September 13 2010, 02:48:15 UTC
Eep, a week since the update! Horrible OP is horrible, I apologize, rl things made it impossible to check on kinkmeme for a loooong while. D;
THIS...THIS... Oh my god, you have no idea how much I'm in love with your writing. qwrjiikhbkjj I know I sound repetitive, but in all seriousness, I don't even know how you do it authoranon, turning the prompt into something this horribly disturbing and absolutely beautiful all at once. Alfred's scientific observations are just perfect, chillingly cruel without meaning to be, and Francis Francis, I strangely feel so sorry for him in this story. ;_; Gah, you deserve all the hugs and kisses and love you can get for your amazingness. Love you lots, authornon, even if I don't get to say so promptly and never stop writing ♥
Ah, I completely understand the bit about mental preparation. It took me quite a while to get used to a lot of kinks that snoop around here too, orz. Anonymity made it easy in the end pfff
Re: Your Sins Into Me [5/?]
anonymous
October 26 2010, 13:31:08 UTC
Wow didn't expect the fill to turn out like this, and I'm assuming Arthur could be human sized if he tried. My mind is very much in the gutter with these thoughts. Please continue with this, it's amazing.
Although there was a spell, a spell the People from his mother’s nest favored on full moon nights, a little spell so tricky in its bare simplicity. But it was not a welcomed spell amongst the People of his father, the ones whom Arthur had pledged himself loyal to so long ago. His mother had been a vicious vixen, wedded to Arthur’s father against her will. She’d been wild, tricky and cruel to Arthur’s father. His father had been a fool, so besotted with her that he’d forgiven her many affairs, the way she’d smeared his name with mud. She’d favored human men, seducing them and welcoming them to her bed to spite the man who’d loved her more than anything.
Arthur would not be like her. He was not cruel and he was not entirely without heart; he’d made his brothers and sisters go through so much already. Arthur would not hurt them any further.
Even though he so wanted to know how it felt, to know what that human female did, the warmth of Alfred’s hand…
Smiling without mirth, Francis chuckled. “You are fool, little master,” he said to Arthur, sitting beside him, shoulders almost touching. “At least your face is lovely to look upon. You are quite fetching when you cry, I must say, so I guess this trip wasn’t entirely without purpose.”
Green eyes downcast, Arthur glanced at the faery at his side. Francis’ hand, unlike Alfred’s, would be so easy to hold. It was right there after all. Francis was here, right beside him, unlike Alfred, who was so far away and with the current object of his desires.
It was that girl, and not Arthur, who held Alfred’s heart at the moment.
And it hurt.
Rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hand, Arthur huffed. “I have told you countless of times to let be me. It is not I who asks you to come, frog.”
“Ah. But you see, I do not need your permission to come visit you, lovely.” Francis’ lips curved in amusement, a few blonde strands escaping the red ribbon holding his hair back. Francis was very beautiful among the People. Many did not understand why Arthur was not happy with his marriage, wedded to someone as striking as the prince. “I am entirely within my rights to be here. You are, after all, my partner in life. Till death do us part, as the humans would say.”
Wrapping his arms around his middle, Arthur looked at the happy human couple once more. He lowered his head, unable to look at them without his eyes feeling moist. Faeries did not cry, were not supposed to cry, for someone as low as a human. Not even when they were so stupidly and foolishly in love with them.
“I don’t know where you’ve been the past years, you blundering buffoon, but I have never considered myself yours,” Arthur said, his voice less biting than he’d intended it.
He felt rather than saw Francis slide closer to him. Their shoulders bumped. Francis’ fingers brushed Arthur’s. Arthur quickly snapped his hand back, curling it into a loose fit.
It was not Francis’ hand that Arthur wished to hold.
Arthur did not need to look up to know Francis was looking at him with disdain. Francis so rarely angered, but Arthur had a peculiar tact for pushing his buttons. “I have been here, watching you suffer and make a fool of yourself for this human. I no longer recognize you, Arthur. The old you would never be this-”
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Arthur seriously expected Francis to punch him. He would have done the same if he’d been in Francis’ place. Instead, he blinked in confusion when Francis easily threaded their fingers together, giving his hand what could be taken as a reassuring squeeze.
The look on Francis’ face made Arthur look away from him, the intimacy of it making him feel uncomfortable. “Let go,” he ordered, though a lot less a forcibly then he would have liked. He felt strangely vulnerable, the open affection-the anger-on Francis’ face taking him by surprise.
Rather than do as Arthur said, Francis yanked him closer. Green eyes widening, Arthur toppled against Francis’ chest, wings fluttering anxiously behind him. He immediately tried to pull away. Before he could so much as punch the bastard on the face, Francis’ cupped Arthur’s face, tilting his chin up to meet his eyes.
“If you would only look away from your precious human for one second, my dearest Arthur,” Francis hissed at him, their faces dangerously close, the other’s hot breath fanning Arthur’s lips. Arthur looked down, cheeks uncomfortably warm. What- “Then perhaps you would not be so blind. It was not by luck that you and I were wedded. And unlike that little pet of yours, I have the ability to make you happy. Unlike him, I can give you what you deserve.”
Caressing Arthur’s cheek with his thumb, Francis leaned closer. Their lips touched, their breath mingling together. Francis tasted like the sweetness of home, like magic and like what Arthur had so willingly given up for the brightness of Alfred’s smile.
Pulling away, just enough for their lips to stutter and brush against each other’s, Francis looked at Arthur with lidded eyes. “If you would forget this human, I would do anything in my power to make you happy. If you would give me a chance, I could make you fall in love with me.”
Never before had Arthur been without insult to throw at him. Swallowing thickly, he snapped himself out of his stupor, eyes narrowing and shoulders braced. He ripped himself away from the other’s touch, Francis’ head snapping back from the force of Arthur’s blow.
“Leave.” Turning his back to him, Arthur ground his molars together. His shoulders were shaking, though with what, Arthur did not know. His nerves were a mess. “And never touch me again or I swear on the Moon I will break that face you’re so proud of, Francis.”
“You little fool.” There was blood trickling down Francis’ mouth. His eyes were blue slits of anger. Glancing at him over his shoulder, Arthur felt his body tense. “What can he do for you? He cannot even hold your hand! Tell me, do you plan to wither by his side like the roses you love so much, alone forever?”
It was the first time Arthur had ever seen Francis so angry, angry enough to forget his sweet chivalry and flirtatious attitude. Arthur could not handle Francis like this. He would rather Francis treat him like before, where he did not love him and would simply stay by Arthur’s side because the laws of the People demanded it, and not because Francis actually cared. Francis frightened him like this; Arthur did not know what to do with the love the other was offering him.
And Arthur had never been good at dealing with things that he did not understand.
Regarding the other with cold eyes, Arthur sneered. “And if I say yes? You can do nothing! Nothing; it is my choice to remain by his side.”
Rubbing his bruised jaw, Francis glared. “You cannot possibly love him so much.”
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Arthur might have considered Francis’ feelings, years and years prior. But not when he was so foolishly in love with his human. If he had never met Alfred, perhaps over time, he might have even learned to love Francis. He might have grown to love this pompous prince and be happy with him.
But no in this world, not when Alfred so clearly existed.
Francis’ hand was not the one Arthur wished to hold.
Smiling in disdain, hurt but unwilling to show it, Francis wiped the blood off his chin. “You might find his touch to be less gentle than you’d thought, my dearest Arthur,” he said coolly, hands balled into tight fists. Obviously, he’d not expected rejection; but Francis was too proud to show just how much Arthur’s words had hurt him. In end, Francis and Arthur were more alike then they thought. “He is human. You should know by now that humans cannot hold anything in their hands without destroying it.”
Arthur ignored him, refusing to believe his words. Yes, humans were cruel and clumsy with their hands, creating wars and never learning from their mistakes-but not Alfred, who possessed no green thumb but still tried to grow chili peppers every summer. He was poor at gardening, his hands too strong against the frailty of a flower. Arthur had taken pity on him and took up the task of caring for the man’s little garden, sprinkling it with magic every so often to make Alfred believe he could grow something when he put his mind to it.
Alfred’s hands were surely gentle, were surely careful with fragile things. Alfred was not a cruel man. He might be a little childish and quick to act without thinking, but he was kind. Arthur firmly believed that.
He should have known Francis’ words would come back to haunt him.
“Hmm.” Pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose, Alfred pursued his lips in frustration. “That’s strange. The wings are not made of bone or muscle, yet the sensory nerves…no, these are mixed nerves.”
Arthur squeezed his eyes shut, his lashes fluttering helplessly against his cheeks, much like his wings…the appendages were restrained, held and picked and prodded by cruel, clumsy hands. He was a butterfly, pinned and helpless.
Clawing helplessly at the cold metal beneath him, Arthur tried to separate himself from the feeling of having his wings handled so carelessly. They were the most fragile part of him, so strong yet so weak, so sensitive to touch. They were the most intimate part of him, and yet Alfred…
“…response to pain is off the charts! The transmission impulses are amazing.” Excitement shined behind Alfred’s glasses, his lips curving into a keen smile. “It resembles a butterfly in many of its aspects, but the form is aesthetically human. Male, 10.5 inches in height. Wings are made of some type of gossamer fiber-no.” Alfred shook his head, frowning thoughtfully. “The texture is more of a silk paper, but…hmm. They do not look strong enough to lift the body, but why else would they be there?”
A pained gasp ripped itself from Arthur’s throat when something cold and sharp ran down his spine, his shoulders twitching at the sensation. The object moved further down, stopping at the low of his back. Goosebumps rose on Arthur’s skin. Though coated with a cold layer of sweat, the almost ethereal glow of the pale skin was unmistakable. This puzzled Alfred.
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Arthur chocked when he was turned on his stomach. The hands prodded at his skin, leaving behind angry purple-green bruises, sores that would last for days. Arthur’s breath hitched when lean fingers ran up the length of his body, spiking higher and higher, dangerously close to the clasp that held his robe together…
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…eh. I am much too embarrassed to post the rest of this chapter. Cough. I’ve never written this kink before, hell, never even considered it, so please allow me some time to mentally prepare myself. I will post the rest later tonight, dear anons. Also, thanks so much for your comments; I’m wary about replying to them as I do not wish to take up valuable space. But please know that I appreciate every single one of them! :D
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Though maybe that was just the water I was drinking.
Either way! This story is disturbing in the best way possible. Even though I have a feeling it's only going to get worse before it gets please anon? better. I'm pretty resiliant when it comes to dark and angsty stuff, but this...I'm not sure that I'll be able to finish this one. D:
Even so, keep up the good work, anon. d;_;b
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I eagerly await more.
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THIS...THIS... Oh my god, you have no idea how much I'm in love with your writing. qwrjiikhbkjj I know I sound repetitive, but in all seriousness, I don't even know how you do it authoranon, turning the prompt into something this horribly disturbing and absolutely beautiful all at once. Alfred's scientific observations are just perfect, chillingly cruel without meaning to be, and Francis Francis, I strangely feel so sorry for him in this story. ;_; Gah, you deserve all the hugs and kisses and love you can get for your amazingness. Love you lots, authornon, even if I don't get to say so promptly and never stop writing ♥
Ah, I completely understand the bit about mental preparation. It took me quite a while to get used to a lot of kinks that snoop around here too, orz. Anonymity made it easy in the end pfff
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Please continue with this, it's amazing.
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