Canada, secret BAMF.
prompt: Arthur comforts Matthew after having a nightmare about something.
-courtesy of myluckypapillion
I haven’t written UKCan in a while D:
I probably made this darker than necessary
I love you, Al, but…
It’s like this: A nation standing in the room, seeking someone in particular.
It’s a small brush of a hand against his shoulder - a simple, harmless gesture from an innocent Ivan - but it’s also enough to trigger something within Matthew. It’s enough to make him fade away from the present and to the past, back to a room that stunk of smoke as the city burned around him, and it’s not just the buildings that are being destroyed, being torn down, but also him, Canada, Matthew, Matthew Williams, (Mattie) -
Then it’s not Ivan’s hand anymore, but America, Alfred, eyes wild, grin feral, words sugarcoated: “Don’t worry, Mattie, I’ll take care of you-“
-out of the room-
(out of the crumbling building)
-deaf to the worried calls after him-
(the yells, the screams, the shrieks)
-ignoring the way Arthur shouts-
(the way Alfred laughs)
He huddles in his bed with three sheets wrapped around him, the room devoid of any light. But he doesn’t need light to be aware of the presence beside him; he knows it’s Alfred, still after him, still manic, still crazed, still anything and everything but the real Alfred he knows, just sitting there and waiting for Matthew to emerge from the bed to strike.
Sleep might have consumed him some time ago, but Matthew can hardly tell the difference between reality and his nightmares anymore, nor does he want to take a chance and open his eyes.
It is eerily silent and through the loud pounding of his own heart, he hears the breathing and the subtle sound of shifting. Matthew knows Alfred is sitting there next to his bed, watching, waiting.
His dreams are this: His hand being held, someone tugging him gently along, a familiar voice humming, You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray-
And then the trees around him are suddenly engulfed in grotesquely bright orange flames, quickly blackening under the heat, and the fingers around his hand aren’t loving, gentle, but tight, harsh, and it’s not Arthur’s warm emerald eyes that smile down on him anymore, but Alfred’s sharp cerulean ones, lips smiling wickedly. “You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you!” sings his not-brother merrily, “Please don’t take my sunshine away-“
There is a hand on his shoulder, and somehow he feels it through the blankets. He recoils on instinct, the images of the nightmare quickly fading from his eyes(but forever inscribed to his memory), expecting his covers to be yanked down, expecting to be unveiled and exposed.
It does happen.
Matthew screws his eyes shut, not wanting to relive this
(not again not again please not again)
and then there’s a hand on his cheek.
He waits for a slap, but instead the touch turns into a caress, and then he’s being pressed into someone’s shoulder, and there’s a voice murmuring in his hair, familiar, worried, soothing, not Alfred, “Hush, love, everything’s all right, I’m here, don’t cry, don’t cry…”
“Don’t let him get me,” Matthew croaks into the quickly dampening shirt, “don’t let him hurt me.”
“I won’t.” There’s another hand in his hair, smoothing through tangled blond tresses, keeping him in place. “I will die myself before I let anyone hurt you, Matthew.”
There’s a thank you at the edge of his lips, but it dies before Matthew can say it out loud. He hopes, though, that Arthur feels it with the way he leans up and brushes their lips together, ignoring the slight saltiness from his own tears.
And then it’s like this: Two men on the bed - one holding the other despite the aches in his back from sitting in a chair for too long, the other holding the one as if he’s found something that he’ll be damned if he ever let go of again.
I’m procrastinating via writing, as per usual. :c
But seriously, this is so much more entertaining than doing homework
So send some prompts either through answers, or my ask box? And please specify what fandom or pairing you want, because otherwise I’ll just pick a random one
and you might not like it e u e;;
oh dear, you anons are scary today. xDDD
Eh? Did what?
((WHAAAAAT IS GOIN ONNNNNNNNNN))
Are you drunk? I thought Arthur banned you from liquor, too…
((Ohohoho, I think I know who you are o3o))
I thought Arthur banned you from the internet, Al?
So at one point someone suggested we start a list of words used in fanfiction to describe genitals. After a particularly great Twilight fic was submitted, I decided to start that list, and Im providing what the phrase is describing. It will be updated as more words and phrases are found.
PUNY GOD’S ASS
Tumblr Name: kaedith
Nickname(s): Ard, Ardy
Birthday: March 16th (SEND ME CHOCOLATES MMKAY)
Relationship Status: mentally married to a fictional character
Random fact about you:
I am able to puke rainbows
If you are interested, please private message me!! I have Skype, but can also talk about getting some other type of chat as well :) I’m really sweet and I don’t bite I promise! I can do AUs, movies, any type really, I’m not picky. Please respond soon! My Thor is kinda lonely…
Wah, I’m sorry for the potentially disturbing GIF, I just needed to express my feelings somehow. xD
I couldn’t find an askbox either, and I couldn’t think of any other way to contact you. But if you’re still looking, I’d be glad to!