Since the showdown is for next Saturday, I'd like something dealing with rugby. The 6 nations, the World Cup, French teams kicking ass, Wilkinson's divine foot... whatever you want!
I know nothing about Rugby, so I had to look up their uniforms, so hopefully their accurate or something. I hope you were talking about the France vs Wales match that was on the 15th of October. If not then I'm so sorry!
Ooooh thank you <3 The uniforms are accurate (I love France's one owo) and your drawing is very nice, so thank you! And I was refering to the France/England match the previous week - France faced England before the match against Wales. But that's fine!
Just letting you know that I'm filling this. Though since I've run out of time, I suppose I'll have to post it as a regular post. Rrrgh, I'm trying my best on it, ha ha!
I bring you my shame. I filled your request a long time ago, but I was too embarrassed to give it to you. I can't die in peace without letting you have it no matter how bad it is. It's not what you wanted, but it's... here. You don't even have to read it. I'm sorry.;;
The cardverse, as you know, Arthur is a queen of spade but here Arthur doesn't serve as Alfred's pair but as brother because Alfred as the throne heir hasn't meet his love/wife (he's the queen to ease him giving his young brother advice and as spokesperson), while Francis acts as the king of diamond - a long time kingdom enemy of spade's and their countries are in the fragile position - attack or to be attacked.
Arthur obviously doesn't want his country fall, he tries diplomatic talk or manipulative to save it, but in the end he's always fall to the diamond's kingdom tricks, what he's done basically useless.
Classic FrUK plot: Love your enemy. I want to see the love bloom through hate and manipulative actions in cardverse version XD and I'm sorry if my English's bad.
Mini-fanfic fillsnowshoebombayOctober 23 2011, 16:02:25 UTC
This is all I have ever wished for, or that’s what I am telling myself at least as he softly bites into my neck causing me to gasp in breathless desire. The smile of his - I see it just before my eyes mischievous, seductive and taunting, a grin of an incubus catching his prey after a long and satisfying hunt - burns into the pale skin of my neck as he sets on to rid it of its pale colour enforcing the flame of desire inside of me
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Yuri, My Lover 1a/2hanakoanimeOctober 20 2011, 02:17:47 UTC
God, this was a bit more serious than I thought.
The roses were beautiful, but the male on the other side caught his attention more than the blood-red flowers did. He saw that the other was tending to it, and couldn’t help but feel as if he might be able to fall in love with the man.
When he turned to face him, irritated it seemed, he noticed the eyebrows of all things. The eyebrows were huge, taking up a lot more room on his face than what was expected of eyebrows. Usually, he’d notice the eyes, or the mouth, but the eyebrows demanded his attention.
“What do you want?” He assumed that the worker was British based on his accent, but he couldn’t be sure. “This flower,” he replied easily, pointing to the day lilies. He knew what it meant-he had to search for it since he often flirted by giving flowers-so he wasn’t all that shocked when the worked blushed and started to stutter.
“But-but-”
“I was only kidding, mon cher. I would like the Lily of the Valley.” His friend, Gilbert Beilschmidt, somehow landed himself in a
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Yuri, My Lover 1b/2hanakoanimeOctober 20 2011, 02:19:32 UTC
“Will you go out with me?” he asked, thinking of the activities they could do during the night. He wanted to take him to his bed, and let Fate control what happened-whether they would do unspeakable things that others didn’t need to know about, or if they would speak to each other ‘til the morning, telling stories about one another
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Yuri, My Lover 2a/2hanakoanimeOctober 21 2011, 01:32:57 UTC
It was something he found unusual-Arthur was silent during the American’s Independence Day. He wondered what that was about. Francis tried to pry for information, but Arthur wouldn’t open up. Once, he caught a glimpse of the true depression Arthur felt-he was wrapped up in thick, fluffy blankets, and he could hear him softly crying
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I know nothing about Rugby, so I had to look up their uniforms, so hopefully their accurate or something.
I hope you were talking about the France vs Wales match that was on the 15th of October.
If not then I'm so sorry!
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The uniforms are accurate (I love France's one owo) and your drawing is very nice, so thank you!
And I was refering to the France/England match the previous week - France faced England before the match against Wales. But that's fine!
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I'm glad it's okay though! ;A;; No probs!
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Like... The Office meets Devil Wears Prada!
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I filled your request a long time ago, but I was too embarrassed to give it to you. I can't die in peace without letting you have it no matter how bad it is. It's not what you wanted, but it's... here. You don't even have to read it. I'm sorry.;;
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12505038/1/A-Fitting-Color
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Arthur obviously doesn't want his country fall, he tries diplomatic talk or manipulative to save it, but in the end he's always fall to the diamond's kingdom tricks, what he's done basically useless.
Classic FrUK plot: Love your enemy. I want to see the love bloom through hate and manipulative actions in cardverse version XD and I'm sorry if my English's bad.
thanks in advance
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The roses were beautiful, but the male on the other side caught his attention more than the blood-red flowers did. He saw that the other was tending to it, and couldn’t help but feel as if he might be able to fall in love with the man.
When he turned to face him, irritated it seemed, he noticed the eyebrows of all things. The eyebrows were huge, taking up a lot more room on his face than what was expected of eyebrows. Usually, he’d notice the eyes, or the mouth, but the eyebrows demanded his attention.
“What do you want?” He assumed that the worker was British based on his accent, but he couldn’t be sure.
“This flower,” he replied easily, pointing to the day lilies. He knew what it meant-he had to search for it since he often flirted by giving flowers-so he wasn’t all that shocked when the worked blushed and started to stutter.
“But-but-”
“I was only kidding, mon cher. I would like the Lily of the Valley.” His friend, Gilbert Beilschmidt, somehow landed himself in a ( ... )
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