All Because Of Glasses 7a/8
anonymous
October 16 2011, 01:23:19 UTC
Chapter 7
A/n: Look! I'm not dead! I needed to take care of some things, both in the real world and online. However, since I only have this part and one more (plus probably a little epilogue) left I decided to come back and finish this. So have some overexcited daddy-to-be Alfred.
Alfred had been having such a nice, normal day. He didn't have any orders at the time, so he was just sitting at his desk and brainstorming new awesome ideas, occasionally going into the kitchen to cook or keeping Arthur company.
He wasn't quite sure about his husband. He pretty much just ate, slept, and sat around. Arthur had never been too happy being in one place for a long time, always taking any opportunity to go out into the woods. He hadn't left the house in over a month. Sometimes Alfred wondered about their choice to have the kid in the first place. He liked kids as much as the next guy, but was it really worth the toll the pregnancy was taking on his Artie?
"Not much longer," Arthur had said as he sat at the table, knitting, "Not much longer now,
( ... )
Re: All Because Of Glasses 7b/8
anonymous
October 16 2011, 01:24:10 UTC
Alfred nodded and leaned against the wall. He just stood there until a few moments later when Kiku came back out, this time wearing a cloak and holding a small satchel.
"What's the bag for?" Alfred asked.
"To carry the things the priests give us."
"Right." He pushed off against the wall and started walking to the church, "So what do they give us anyway?"
"White linens, oil, and a bowl."
"We've got all that," Alfred said, scowling, "Why did I have to leave Arthur?"
"Well, all of it is blessed so that no evil spirits try to steal the baby, but the real reason is to separate the parents."
"Why would they do that?" Alfred demanded, "I've gotta go back and protect him!"
Kiku sighed, "That's why. They have to prepare Arthur and your house. No offence meant, but you would get in the way."
"But-"
"I know you want to help, but the best thing that you can do for Arthur is to let him be for a while."
"But I-"
"Having children is all about waiting," Kiku said, "You must learn that, Alfred."
"I don't like waiting," Alfred said, crossing his arms and walking
( ... )
Re: All Because Of Glasses 7c/8
anonymous
October 16 2011, 01:25:34 UTC
Alfred grinned and ran off to get another chair. He did his very best to distract his husband, constantly asking questions and saying stupid stuff. Arthur looked about ready to strangle him but it seemed like it was working. Every few hours, Arthur would start wincing more and more often and then Alfred would have to go and get him some special tea Nathan had brought to dull the pain. Sometimes he'd be asked to get Nathan himself to check up on Arthur, but even if he didn't Nathan came in at least once every hour. He would have Arthur lean back in his chair and spread his legs and then he'd poke around. Arthur always made sort of a funny face while he was doing it, half way between pain and disgust. Once, after Nathan had gone, Alfred peeked under his husband's tunic. As soon as he caught a glimpse of what was going on, he pulled away in absolute disgust. Arthur just laughed at him. He could say whatever he wanted, but just getting another hole like that was weird enough to warrant more.
After about twelve hours, when Nathan had his
( ... )
Re: All Because Of Glasses 7d/8
anonymous
October 16 2011, 01:26:16 UTC
Alfred decided that Arthur was clearly crazy when he started cooing to him, "Hello there, darling," he said once he actually had him in his arms, "I've wanted to see you for so long," he kissed his forehead, "And you're so beautiful, love."
"Uh," Alfred said, "He's bright red."
Now Arthur was looking at him like he was stupid, "They all look like this when they first come out, idiot."
Alfred frowned, "But all the one's I've seen-"
"-Aren't newborns." He looked back down at the baby, "Oh, Peter, one of the first things you need to learn is that your father is a moron. Say it with me now, 'daddy's an idiot.'"
Alfred scowled, "Let me see him."
Arthur smiled and handed him over. Alfred inspected his face closely. He couldn't see anything of Arthur or himself in the boy's features. Well, except for that it looked like he inherited his mother's eyebrows. He was none too cute up close. But then he looked at Alfred, really looked at him with those huge blue eyes, so innocent and confused and Alfred fell head-over-heels in love. He had to repress
( ... )
Re: All Because Of Glasses 7d/8
anonymous
October 16 2011, 12:17:16 UTC
Great story! I really liked the world you built and the culture/rituals around childbearing in a male-only society. I'm sad it's over. Thanks for writing~
(s)he's right :Db (A!A)
anonymous
October 16 2011, 13:18:32 UTC
Since the request also involves lactation there's still going to be one more part, plus a little bonus. Not sure when it'll be up, but it'll be sooner rather than later if I don't find anything I really, really want to fill in the kink meme update.
All Because Of Glasses REAL 7d/8
anonymous
October 16 2011, 13:55:25 UTC
(I failed at copypasta last night and missed a page That one's actually E)
They made it back to their main room eventually. Kiku and Nathan were waiting there, sitting at the table and talking. In the center of the room there was this weird stand thing. It was a big old slab of wood, which had a cut-out for the large bowl they had gotten from the church. There were two thick poles coming up from the slab with blocks wrapped in cloth attached to the top. Next to it there was the pile of white linens and the oil. There was a large pot next to the fire, but Alfred didn't smell anything.
Arthur understood better than Alfred, because he went right to the weird wood thing and stood on it, straddling the bowl and resting his forearms on the blocks. Naturally, Alfred went to him right away and took one of his hands. He looked up at his husband, silently asking him if he was going to be alright. The smaller man smiled weakly in response and rubbed Alfred's thumb.
All Because Of Glasses REAL 7d(2)/8
anonymous
October 16 2011, 13:56:33 UTC
(And now it doesn't even fit on one comment! GAH!)
He picked up one of the white pieces of cloth, dipped it in the pot, and began to clean him off. He was still red, even under the blood. Nathan tied some string around the chord attaching Peter back to Arthur and then cut it. Arthur just stood there and watched the old man clean their baby and put a diaper on him. Peter was wiggling around, but all of his movements were jerky and he was making high-pitched noises that were nothing like Alfred had ever heard. It was horrible, and he was the only one who seemed to realize it. Hell, why wasn't Kiku saying anything?
But then when Nathan stood up he had a smile on his face. Arthur held his hands out expectantly. Maybe they were both too tired to notice that something was obviously wrong?
Re: All Because Of Glasses 7e/8
anonymous
October 21 2011, 02:02:50 UTC
Alfred decided that Arthur was clearly crazy when he started cooing to him, "Hello there, darling," he said once he actually had him in his arms, "I've wanted to see you for so long," he kissed his forehead, "And you're so beautiful, love."
"Uh," Alfred said, "He's bright red."
Now Arthur was looking at him like he was stupid, "They all look like this when they first come out, idiot."
Alfred frowned, "But all the one's I've seen-"
"-Aren't newborns." He looked back down at the baby, "Oh, Peter, one of the first things you need to learn is that your father is a moron. Say it with me now, 'daddy's an idiot.'"
Alfred scowled, "Let me see him."
Arthur smiled and handed him over. Alfred inspected his face closely. He couldn't see anything of Arthur or himself in the boy's features. Well, except for that it looked like he inherited his mother's eyebrows. He was none too cute up close. But then he looked at Alfred, really looked at him with those huge blue eyes, so innocent and confused and Alfred fell head-over-heels in love. He had to repress
( ... )
A!A Inrerrupts your regularly-scheduled fanfic to bring you this announcement
anonymous
October 17 2011, 01:58:55 UTC
Go down, because this next d part isn't the real d-part. It's actually E (I don't know what happened). Please scroll down to the real D (I've reposted E)
All Because Of Glasses 8a/8
anonymous
October 21 2011, 02:36:56 UTC
A/n:We're finally here to the final installment! I'm sorry about my epic fail last time, but hopefully for the end I'll get it right. Thanks to all of you who've stayed with me this long!
Arthur was ready to call it: Peter looked exactly like his father. He'd gotten everything from him: those big blue eyes, the perfect nose, the soft straight hair, the strong jaw line (even if it was hidden under baby fat, it was still there), the radiant smile. Hell, they even had the same bloody personality. At least the boy had inherited some of the general Kirkland traits: massive eyebrows and an almost silky aura. Arthur privately hoped that as he aged Peter's currently platinum-blond hair would turn ashen instead of gold, but he didn't worry about it too much. He was lovely just as he was.
Besides, watching Alfred interact with a child who looked so much like him sent the best sort of tingle up Arthur's spine.
That he also kept private.
At least, he hoped it was private.
Alfred, for his part, seemed to be absolutely fascinated by Arthur's ability
( ... )
All Because Of Glasses 8b/8
anonymous
October 21 2011, 02:37:45 UTC
Alfred smiled and leaned down to kiss him. They broke apart for a moment to strip naked but then they were back on each other, licking and sucking and kissing, cocks rubbing together, fingernails biting skin. It had been way too long. Arthur didn't even know how badly he needed Alfred until he was on top of him kissing him silly.
It took an awfully long time for Alfred to find the slick. It had been buried beneath swaddling clothes and extra diapers and other baby things, but Alfred remembered how to prepare him as though they'd last made love as recently as a week ago and not last fall when Alfred's parents were gushing all over Peter for long enough that they could slip back to their house. With his other hand Alfred rubbed Arthur's nipple, making some of his milk dribble out. Arthur moaned and bucked into Alfred's fingers. He'd forgotten how good this felt.
"Alright, you good to go?"
Arthur could only bob his head ecstatically and grip the sheet. Alfred lined up and pushed in. Oh, fuck, he hadn't been stretched quite enough but it
( ... )
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Chapter 7
A/n: Look! I'm not dead! I needed to take care of some things, both in the real world and online. However, since I only have this part and one more (plus probably a little epilogue) left I decided to come back and finish this. So have some overexcited daddy-to-be Alfred.
Alfred had been having such a nice, normal day. He didn't have any orders at the time, so he was just sitting at his desk and brainstorming new awesome ideas, occasionally going into the kitchen to cook or keeping Arthur company.
He wasn't quite sure about his husband. He pretty much just ate, slept, and sat around. Arthur had never been too happy being in one place for a long time, always taking any opportunity to go out into the woods. He hadn't left the house in over a month. Sometimes Alfred wondered about their choice to have the kid in the first place. He liked kids as much as the next guy, but was it really worth the toll the pregnancy was taking on his Artie?
"Not much longer," Arthur had said as he sat at the table, knitting, "Not much longer now, ( ... )
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Alfred nodded and leaned against the wall. He just stood there until a few moments later when Kiku came back out, this time wearing a cloak and holding a small satchel.
"What's the bag for?" Alfred asked.
"To carry the things the priests give us."
"Right." He pushed off against the wall and started walking to the church, "So what do they give us anyway?"
"White linens, oil, and a bowl."
"We've got all that," Alfred said, scowling, "Why did I have to leave Arthur?"
"Well, all of it is blessed so that no evil spirits try to steal the baby, but the real reason is to separate the parents."
"Why would they do that?" Alfred demanded, "I've gotta go back and protect him!"
Kiku sighed, "That's why. They have to prepare Arthur and your house. No offence meant, but you would get in the way."
"But-"
"I know you want to help, but the best thing that you can do for Arthur is to let him be for a while."
"But I-"
"Having children is all about waiting," Kiku said, "You must learn that, Alfred."
"I don't like waiting," Alfred said, crossing his arms and walking ( ... )
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Alfred grinned and ran off to get another chair. He did his very best to distract his husband, constantly asking questions and saying stupid stuff. Arthur looked about ready to strangle him but it seemed like it was working. Every few hours, Arthur would start wincing more and more often and then Alfred would have to go and get him some special tea Nathan had brought to dull the pain. Sometimes he'd be asked to get Nathan himself to check up on Arthur, but even if he didn't Nathan came in at least once every hour. He would have Arthur lean back in his chair and spread his legs and then he'd poke around. Arthur always made sort of a funny face while he was doing it, half way between pain and disgust. Once, after Nathan had gone, Alfred peeked under his husband's tunic. As soon as he caught a glimpse of what was going on, he pulled away in absolute disgust. Arthur just laughed at him. He could say whatever he wanted, but just getting another hole like that was weird enough to warrant more.
After about twelve hours, when Nathan had his ( ... )
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Alfred decided that Arthur was clearly crazy when he started cooing to him, "Hello there, darling," he said once he actually had him in his arms, "I've wanted to see you for so long," he kissed his forehead, "And you're so beautiful, love."
"Uh," Alfred said, "He's bright red."
Now Arthur was looking at him like he was stupid, "They all look like this when they first come out, idiot."
Alfred frowned, "But all the one's I've seen-"
"-Aren't newborns." He looked back down at the baby, "Oh, Peter, one of the first things you need to learn is that your father is a moron. Say it with me now, 'daddy's an idiot.'"
Alfred scowled, "Let me see him."
Arthur smiled and handed him over. Alfred inspected his face closely. He couldn't see anything of Arthur or himself in the boy's features. Well, except for that it looked like he inherited his mother's eyebrows. He was none too cute up close. But then he looked at Alfred, really looked at him with those huge blue eyes, so innocent and confused and Alfred fell head-over-heels in love. He had to repress ( ... )
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They made it back to their main room eventually. Kiku and Nathan were waiting there, sitting at the table and talking. In the center of the room there was this weird stand thing. It was a big old slab of wood, which had a cut-out for the large bowl they had gotten from the church. There were two thick poles coming up from the slab with blocks wrapped in cloth attached to the top. Next to it there was the pile of white linens and the oil. There was a large pot next to the fire, but Alfred didn't smell anything.
Arthur understood better than Alfred, because he went right to the weird wood thing and stood on it, straddling the bowl and resting his forearms on the blocks. Naturally, Alfred went to him right away and took one of his hands. He looked up at his husband, silently asking him if he was going to be alright. The smaller man smiled weakly in response and rubbed Alfred's thumb.
"I'll be okay," He said, "Not much longer."
"I should be comforting you.""It ( ... )
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He picked up one of the white pieces of cloth, dipped it in the pot, and began to clean him off. He was still red, even under the blood. Nathan tied some string around the chord attaching Peter back to Arthur and then cut it. Arthur just stood there and watched the old man clean their baby and put a diaper on him. Peter was wiggling around, but all of his movements were jerky and he was making high-pitched noises that were nothing like Alfred had ever heard. It was horrible, and he was the only one who seemed to realize it. Hell, why wasn't Kiku saying anything?
But then when Nathan stood up he had a smile on his face. Arthur held his hands out expectantly. Maybe they were both too tired to notice that something was obviously wrong?
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Alfred decided that Arthur was clearly crazy when he started cooing to him, "Hello there, darling," he said once he actually had him in his arms, "I've wanted to see you for so long," he kissed his forehead, "And you're so beautiful, love."
"Uh," Alfred said, "He's bright red."
Now Arthur was looking at him like he was stupid, "They all look like this when they first come out, idiot."
Alfred frowned, "But all the one's I've seen-"
"-Aren't newborns." He looked back down at the baby, "Oh, Peter, one of the first things you need to learn is that your father is a moron. Say it with me now, 'daddy's an idiot.'"
Alfred scowled, "Let me see him."
Arthur smiled and handed him over. Alfred inspected his face closely. He couldn't see anything of Arthur or himself in the boy's features. Well, except for that it looked like he inherited his mother's eyebrows. He was none too cute up close. But then he looked at Alfred, really looked at him with those huge blue eyes, so innocent and confused and Alfred fell head-over-heels in love. He had to repress ( ... )
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Arthur was ready to call it: Peter looked exactly like his father. He'd gotten everything from him: those big blue eyes, the perfect nose, the soft straight hair, the strong jaw line (even if it was hidden under baby fat, it was still there), the radiant smile. Hell, they even had the same bloody personality. At least the boy had inherited some of the general Kirkland traits: massive eyebrows and an almost silky aura. Arthur privately hoped that as he aged Peter's currently platinum-blond hair would turn ashen instead of gold, but he didn't worry about it too much. He was lovely just as he was.
Besides, watching Alfred interact with a child who looked so much like him sent the best sort of tingle up Arthur's spine.
That he also kept private.
At least, he hoped it was private.
Alfred, for his part, seemed to be absolutely fascinated by Arthur's ability ( ... )
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Alfred smiled and leaned down to kiss him. They broke apart for a moment to strip naked but then they were back on each other, licking and sucking and kissing, cocks rubbing together, fingernails biting skin. It had been way too long. Arthur didn't even know how badly he needed Alfred until he was on top of him kissing him silly.
It took an awfully long time for Alfred to find the slick. It had been buried beneath swaddling clothes and extra diapers and other baby things, but Alfred remembered how to prepare him as though they'd last made love as recently as a week ago and not last fall when Alfred's parents were gushing all over Peter for long enough that they could slip back to their house. With his other hand Alfred rubbed Arthur's nipple, making some of his milk dribble out. Arthur moaned and bucked into Alfred's fingers. He'd forgotten how good this felt.
"Alright, you good to go?"
Arthur could only bob his head ecstatically and grip the sheet. Alfred lined up and pushed in. Oh, fuck, he hadn't been stretched quite enough but it ( ... )
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