"now my cats are a little tinky winky at me" -the light of my life
"i say we just shave your head and be done with it" -the thor to my loki
"longest undefended border you little fucktwats" -the alfred to my matthew
"hey kid wanna look at some yaois" -my shota cohort
"Hitoshi-San is so sugoi I fucking can't" -my kawaii princess
“I know I’m the last person you want to see.” Alfred’s fists curl into fists and Matthew won’t look at him, but he sits anyways. Matthew scoots away and Alfred lets him, rests his elbows on his knees and stares out at the park. “I’m an asshole and I hurt you.”
Matthew laughs harshly, eyes still red-rimmed and arms crossed. “You are and you did. But I guess we’re all assholes.” He concedes and Alfred hates the ragged edge of his words.
“Mostly me, though.”
Matthew mutters self-centered under his breath and, louder, says, “You’re such a martyr, Al. Taking all the blame. How good of you.”
“Arthur is never going to love you how you want.” Alfred says, anger flaring in his belly, more than little ruthless, and he regrets it the moment Matthew stops tapping his foot.
He feels ashamed when Matthew says, quietly, “Yeah.”
“I was jealous.” Alfred admits.
“The way you looked at him pissed me off.”
“You’re a jealous piece of shit. We were fuck buddies. You just had to go and give it meaning.”
“It had meaning, Matthew.” Alfred twists, eyes sharp. “It had meaning from the beginning. I loved you before you got drunk and blew me outside the bar. I’ve loved you since you grabbed my hand—“
“—wearing that stupid fucking dress with the gay little red ribbon that Arthur creamed over—“
“—and said ‘can I be the knight?’.” Alfred swallows harshly and looks away, jaw clenched.
Matthew is silent for a few moments. Then, he says, “And you let me.”
“Because I’m stupid enough to give things meaning.”
“You’re a real piece of work, Matthew.” Alfred can’t keep the bitterness out of his voice. “I don’t even care if you ever love me back, but at least have the decency to respect yourself and not get your panties all twisted up when Arthur looks at you. He ignores you for over a century and, suddenly, he’s interested? You didn’t get older, Matt. You didn’t get hotter. You’re just the new dish of the day.”
He feels he might have overdone it when Matthew walks away.
Desperate Measures ||UkCan/CanUk|| — So apparently I’m back. Party time.
Oh, thank you! Although for me, it’s disconcerting that a large portion of my fics are…angst. /shot/
Oooh, sad fics are my favorite kind of fics. C:<
(I wasn’t sure which pairing you specifically wanted, so they kinda vary ; v ;)
51st State, by swastini (AmeCan)
Waiting For You, by Rapier-of-Red (AmeCan)
Love You More, by Rani of KuchNahi (AmeCan)
Regretfully Yours, by p0ck3tf0x (PruCan)
Armide, by IlluminatedShadow (UKCan)
The Mirror, by Five Tailed Demon Dog (AmeCan) [I’m not sure if you can classify this as “sad,” but it’s still worth the read. ; v ;]
Looking for the High Life, by Rapier-Of-Red [Added thanks to an anon who reminded me! how could I have forgotten this one asdfklasdl;jfp]
And this one is my favorite favorite favorite favorite of all time:
Unraveled, by Loki Bastard (AmeCan)
These were the few that popped into my head. There’s plenty of other good fics out there, but I couldn’t remember ‘em. /shot/
Anyways, I hope this was helpful, and happy reading!
a/n; werewolf/human/vampire, anyone?? last post before i go to bed~
ugh i really hope this isn’t one of my stories that i never look at again asdf;jks
this is what i’ve been working on instead of that writing challenge /shot/
also this song here is from Britney Spears. >_>
1, 2, 3
Not only you and me
Got one eighty degrees
And I’m caught in between
It starts when Matthew meets Arthur.
The former is sitting at the park, immersed in a book while waiting for Alfred to arrive so he could finally take him out on their first date in weeks, and the latter watches him quietly from afar, emerald flashing to crimson briefly as he catches a whiff of Matthew’s scent.
Arthur didn’t think a human could smell so delicious.
The sky is beginning to darken, and the park seems empty besides them two.
So Arthur finally decides to approach the human. He slides onto the bench next to him. He asks, flashing him an easy smile, “Got stood up, love?”
Matthew startles, glancing at the newcomer with surprised indigo eyes. “N-No?” he says, more of a question than an answer, but it’s a little hard to speak when Arthur is smiling at him like that.
The man’s presence is very unnerving.
^because I have nothing else to do for the rest of the night, derp
I’d prefer something literate - I’m not asking for novel-length replies, just as long as they’re in sentence format. -w-
I do Ame/Can, UK/Can, Thunderfrost, and Frostiron. I’m open to pretty much all sorts of ideas, and I’m pretty comfortable with playing any of the characters. o v o
If anyone would like to, just drop me a line!
i don’t bite i promise C: