[RP] Of Fairies and Pirate Hats (2/2)
Title: Of Fairies and Pirate Hats (2/2)
Author/Artist: luciole_solange , twilightrose2
Character(s) or Pairing(s): FrUK, random faires
Rating: PG
Warnings: silliness
Summary: Alright... well. This is... a bunch of silliness! It was our first rp together~ (twilight and I~) and we've come along way since! But enjoy the Fruky goodness ^^
[chapter 1]
Francis let out a quiet 'oof' as he caught the Englishman on his chest and fell back into a line of clothes. He saw the little fairy wave and smile at him before the door quickly closed, leaving him very alone, in a very dark closet, with Arthur. "So, zat light Arthur?"
Muttering a steady stream of curses, Arthur pushed himself off Francis, waving his arms around until he found the light switch and flicked it on. The light bulb buzzed into life and he tried the door, but found it was locked. "Fucking fairies..." He said, pressing his ear to the door, listening to the quiet voices. "F-Francis... I think... I think they want to talk to you."
"To moi?" Francis stood up and fixed his clothing, mimicking Arthur and straining to listen through the door. He could only hear quick and quiet chattering, unable to form coherent words out of the fairies talk, "I can barely hear them, what are they saying Arthur?"
"I can't make it out..." Arthur said quietly, "I think they're speaking French."
Francis grumbled again and pressed his ear to the door harder in a crude attempt to hear better, he managed to hear them a little better. "Lauretta said something about an apology to me for telling." The Frenchman let a small smirk appear on his face as he pieced together the rest of the quiet murmurs. "I think I may like were this is going-"
"Bullshit." Arthur said, "You could be lying! No way in hell am I going to apologize to you, you French git." but part of his mind was telling him Francis wasn't lying.
The smirk on his face was growing and he moved away from the door, staring intently at Arthur. "I do have you in here, alone... All to myself, oui?" Francis grinned and chuckled quietly to himself.
Arthur quickly backed away, forgetting for a moment that they were in a closet until his back contacted shelves and he stopped. "Don't come any closer." He breathed, his voice shaking slightly.
At that moment Francis eyes glanced upward and he burst out laughing, quickly grabbing and placing Arthur's old and dusty pirate hat on top of his head, "But this is what you wanted, non?" He gave the green-eyed man a quick wink as he closed the space between them.
Blushing, Arthur brought his hands up, touching the hat. "You were the one supposed to be wearing it." He grumbled, realizing just how small the closet really was.
A predatory grin appeared instantly on Francis' face and he chuckled again. "Oui, but now you are the one that is apologizing to me, non?"
"For what?" Arthur said, "I only locked you in a closet... surely I've done worse." He said, meeting the Frenchman's blue eyes.
"Oui, you have mon amant-" Francis trailed one of his fingers along Arthur's chin and decreased the space between them even more, "But it’s not often zat I find myself locked in a closet with you, so why not take advantage of it?"
Automatically, Arthur leaned forward, letting his hands drop from the hat. "I think last time we were in a closet," he said quietly, "was at that World Conference, when Roderich walked in on us." His lips twitch as the memory of the Austrian dumbstruck face came to mind.
Chuckling softly at the memory, Francis gently held the Englishman's chin in his hand, "Well no one will walk in this time... oui?" They were close enough that Francis could feel the heat radiating from Arthur's body and he smiled wider.
"You never know..." Arthur breathed, feeling Francis' breath on his lips, "Alfred could walk in at any moment."
Tired of the delay, Francis pressed his lips to Arthur's and slid his hand around Arthur's waist. He slightly parted his lips and traced his tongue along the other's lower lip, silently asking for entrance.
Gasping slightly in surprise, Arthur opened his lips, pressing his body into Francis, hoping his hat wasn't going to get in the way. His arms wrapped around France's neck, pulling him closer.
Francis' free hand tilted the intruding frilly hat out of the way and deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue inside of Arthur's mouth. He smirked into the kiss, all of Arthur's resistance to him had seemed to melt away.
Arthur ran his hand through the long blond hair, tugging it out of the ponytail. He was sure that behind the door, he could hear the fairies cackling, but he didn't carefully, his attention much more focused on the Frenchman.
Breaking away for a quick breath, Francis whispered against Arthur's lips, "Do you forgive me mon amant...?" His voice came out breathy and husky. He would definitely have to thank those fairies for this later.
"Not yet..." He said quietly, panting lightly, "You have to forgive me first you bastard." He nibbled Francis' lower lip, eager to continue.
Francis chuckled slightly before placing a chaste kiss on the Englishman's lips and looking at him, "You should know I do not hold grudges mon cher. All is forgiven with you..." Arthur was such an insufferable man, always insisting on getting his own way, how childish.
Arthur tangled his fingers in Francis hair, staring at him. "Only you could make sound so goddamn romantic." He shook his head, pouting slightly.
Insisting on getting properly forgiven, Francis repeated, "So am I forgiven? Or are you just going to continue to act like a child?" The Frenchman tightened his hold on Arthur's waist and smiled happily at him.
"I am not a child..." Arthur huffed, "Fine. I forgive you Francis. There, are you happy now?"
Accepting this was the best he would get out of the child of an Englishman, the blonde pressed his lips against Arthur's once more. He attempted to run his hand through Arthur's hair but found the hat to be in his way.
Arthur smiled against the kiss, reaching up and pulling the hat off. "It's very... extravagant." He said, casting it aside.
"Not as extravagant as those gold earrings you used to be so fond of..." France muttered. Moving downward, the Frenchman started to place light kisses on Arthur's jaw and neck.
"I loved those thing..." Arthur gasped, clutching at Francis' hair, his head leaning back, pushing into a pile of folded clothes. "I think I gave them to Elizaveta as a birthday present a few years back..."
Wincing slightly at his hair being pulled, Francis pulled Arthur back up to face him and raised an eyebrow at him. "You are going to let a pair of earrings distract you from-from this?" Pouting, the blond let go of Arthur and folded his arms in front of him. Stupid Englishman.
Arthur's arms continued to hang off Francis neck. How could the Frenchman go from so romantic to pissed off? And he was supposed to be the moody one? "You brought it up." He said, leaning forward, whispering into his ear, "It's your fault."
Francis was more insulted that Arthur could so quickly get distracted from his ministrations. He felt a shiver run through him and he sighed, returning to peppering Arthur's neck in kisses as he slowly wrapped his hands around the Englishman’s waist again.
Humming happily, Arthur kept his lips at Francis ear, continuing to whisper in it, "Were you jealous because I said someone else's name?" He asked, kissing the blonde's temple, "Never thought you to be the jealous type."
"Incredibly mon cher." Francis moved onto kissing Arthur's ear and whispered quietly into it, "I just hide it well… non?"
Author/Artist: luciole_solange , twilightrose2
Character(s) or Pairing(s): FrUK, random faires
Rating: PG
Warnings: silliness
Summary: Alright... well. This is... a bunch of silliness! It was our first rp together~ (twilight and I~) and we've come along way since! But enjoy the Fruky goodness ^^
[chapter 1]
Francis let out a quiet 'oof' as he caught the Englishman on his chest and fell back into a line of clothes. He saw the little fairy wave and smile at him before the door quickly closed, leaving him very alone, in a very dark closet, with Arthur. "So, zat light Arthur?"
Muttering a steady stream of curses, Arthur pushed himself off Francis, waving his arms around until he found the light switch and flicked it on. The light bulb buzzed into life and he tried the door, but found it was locked. "Fucking fairies..." He said, pressing his ear to the door, listening to the quiet voices. "F-Francis... I think... I think they want to talk to you."
"To moi?" Francis stood up and fixed his clothing, mimicking Arthur and straining to listen through the door. He could only hear quick and quiet chattering, unable to form coherent words out of the fairies talk, "I can barely hear them, what are they saying Arthur?"
"I can't make it out..." Arthur said quietly, "I think they're speaking French."
Francis grumbled again and pressed his ear to the door harder in a crude attempt to hear better, he managed to hear them a little better. "Lauretta said something about an apology to me for telling." The Frenchman let a small smirk appear on his face as he pieced together the rest of the quiet murmurs. "I think I may like were this is going-"
"Bullshit." Arthur said, "You could be lying! No way in hell am I going to apologize to you, you French git." but part of his mind was telling him Francis wasn't lying.
The smirk on his face was growing and he moved away from the door, staring intently at Arthur. "I do have you in here, alone... All to myself, oui?" Francis grinned and chuckled quietly to himself.
Arthur quickly backed away, forgetting for a moment that they were in a closet until his back contacted shelves and he stopped. "Don't come any closer." He breathed, his voice shaking slightly.
At that moment Francis eyes glanced upward and he burst out laughing, quickly grabbing and placing Arthur's old and dusty pirate hat on top of his head, "But this is what you wanted, non?" He gave the green-eyed man a quick wink as he closed the space between them.
Blushing, Arthur brought his hands up, touching the hat. "You were the one supposed to be wearing it." He grumbled, realizing just how small the closet really was.
A predatory grin appeared instantly on Francis' face and he chuckled again. "Oui, but now you are the one that is apologizing to me, non?"
"For what?" Arthur said, "I only locked you in a closet... surely I've done worse." He said, meeting the Frenchman's blue eyes.
"Oui, you have mon amant-" Francis trailed one of his fingers along Arthur's chin and decreased the space between them even more, "But it’s not often zat I find myself locked in a closet with you, so why not take advantage of it?"
Automatically, Arthur leaned forward, letting his hands drop from the hat. "I think last time we were in a closet," he said quietly, "was at that World Conference, when Roderich walked in on us." His lips twitch as the memory of the Austrian dumbstruck face came to mind.
Chuckling softly at the memory, Francis gently held the Englishman's chin in his hand, "Well no one will walk in this time... oui?" They were close enough that Francis could feel the heat radiating from Arthur's body and he smiled wider.
"You never know..." Arthur breathed, feeling Francis' breath on his lips, "Alfred could walk in at any moment."
Tired of the delay, Francis pressed his lips to Arthur's and slid his hand around Arthur's waist. He slightly parted his lips and traced his tongue along the other's lower lip, silently asking for entrance.
Gasping slightly in surprise, Arthur opened his lips, pressing his body into Francis, hoping his hat wasn't going to get in the way. His arms wrapped around France's neck, pulling him closer.
Francis' free hand tilted the intruding frilly hat out of the way and deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue inside of Arthur's mouth. He smirked into the kiss, all of Arthur's resistance to him had seemed to melt away.
Arthur ran his hand through the long blond hair, tugging it out of the ponytail. He was sure that behind the door, he could hear the fairies cackling, but he didn't carefully, his attention much more focused on the Frenchman.
Breaking away for a quick breath, Francis whispered against Arthur's lips, "Do you forgive me mon amant...?" His voice came out breathy and husky. He would definitely have to thank those fairies for this later.
"Not yet..." He said quietly, panting lightly, "You have to forgive me first you bastard." He nibbled Francis' lower lip, eager to continue.
Francis chuckled slightly before placing a chaste kiss on the Englishman's lips and looking at him, "You should know I do not hold grudges mon cher. All is forgiven with you..." Arthur was such an insufferable man, always insisting on getting his own way, how childish.
Arthur tangled his fingers in Francis hair, staring at him. "Only you could make sound so goddamn romantic." He shook his head, pouting slightly.
Insisting on getting properly forgiven, Francis repeated, "So am I forgiven? Or are you just going to continue to act like a child?" The Frenchman tightened his hold on Arthur's waist and smiled happily at him.
"I am not a child..." Arthur huffed, "Fine. I forgive you Francis. There, are you happy now?"
Accepting this was the best he would get out of the child of an Englishman, the blonde pressed his lips against Arthur's once more. He attempted to run his hand through Arthur's hair but found the hat to be in his way.
Arthur smiled against the kiss, reaching up and pulling the hat off. "It's very... extravagant." He said, casting it aside.
"Not as extravagant as those gold earrings you used to be so fond of..." France muttered. Moving downward, the Frenchman started to place light kisses on Arthur's jaw and neck.
"I loved those thing..." Arthur gasped, clutching at Francis' hair, his head leaning back, pushing into a pile of folded clothes. "I think I gave them to Elizaveta as a birthday present a few years back..."
Wincing slightly at his hair being pulled, Francis pulled Arthur back up to face him and raised an eyebrow at him. "You are going to let a pair of earrings distract you from-from this?" Pouting, the blond let go of Arthur and folded his arms in front of him. Stupid Englishman.
Arthur's arms continued to hang off Francis neck. How could the Frenchman go from so romantic to pissed off? And he was supposed to be the moody one? "You brought it up." He said, leaning forward, whispering into his ear, "It's your fault."
Francis was more insulted that Arthur could so quickly get distracted from his ministrations. He felt a shiver run through him and he sighed, returning to peppering Arthur's neck in kisses as he slowly wrapped his hands around the Englishman’s waist again.
Humming happily, Arthur kept his lips at Francis ear, continuing to whisper in it, "Were you jealous because I said someone else's name?" He asked, kissing the blonde's temple, "Never thought you to be the jealous type."
"Incredibly mon cher." Francis moved onto kissing Arthur's ear and whispered quietly into it, "I just hide it well… non?"