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hello! i just read your tyzula fic and it brought tears to my eyes, it was so sweet. do you think you'll ever write them again?
aaa thank you so much! that fic was a comissioned work, so i’m not sure if i’ll ever write more of them on my own
#3: Cursed
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Author: molossiamerica (afjakwrites).
Genre: Romance, fantasy.
Rating: T+.
(USUK/UKUS/USUKUS)
One-shot (3.693 words).
Summary: The Jones family is cursed, but Alfred doesn’t view his demon as much of a problem.This fic is based off of the comic Cursed by the lovely charminglyantiquated (tumblr), who gave me permission to post this. :) If you haven’t seen the comic or any of their other stuff, I highly recommend you check it out!
Drama level: All is rainbows/A small problem happens for like a second/Some conflicts and tense situations but you can handle it/You may shed some tears/NO TEARS LEFT TO CRY
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- Analysis -
The recommended story this time is not as long as the other ones. It is more like a tasty snack for the end of your day instead of a three-course meal. It is based on an original comic posted on tumblr that I really like, but it has enough variations in the story to be unique and enjoyable to read even for those who have already seen the comic.
Alfred’s family members carry a curse that causes them to be tormented by personal demons (literally) from the age of seventeen. Fortunately, they have a ring that protects them, preventing the demons from being able to touch them.
The story begins when Alfred turns seventeen and his personal demon, Arthur, appears. Although Arthur clearly likes to annoy and tease Alfred, he doesn’t really want to hurt him. After a year, they start becoming friends and began developing feelings for each other, but there is a hesitation on Alfred’s part to take off the ring, which causes a physical barrier between them.
For anyone who likes to see Alfred and Arthur bantering, the dialogue here is gold. The romantic and sexual tension of having two characters who like each other, not being able to touch each other until they are sure that they completely trust each other is very good to read, which makes this premise very interesting. We definitively need more of the combo demon + fluffy. It is unusual but delightful.
It’s also quite fun to see the evolution in Alfred and Arthur’s relationship from mutual disapproval to genuine affection. I think the author did a great job of summarizing a long period of time with significant marks of what happened in it. The progression of the characters’ relationship seems very natural and genuine because of it. Here is a scene that shows this talent of the author:
Because Alfred lives alone, they spend most of their time together. Alfred becomes accustomed to cooking enough for two, and they take turns watching TV. They start a list of movies they both want to see, and once a week Alfred rents one off the list for them to watch together. Arthur feeds Alfred’s cat, Hero, and tends to the plants Alfred purchased for him. When the American is too tired from work and school, Arthur tidies up the apartment for him. Alfred even buys a futon for Arthur when the Brit mentions the awkwardness of staying up all night while he sleeps and gives the spare room to Arthur.
See? The choice of what is being shown of their lives during this period of time is enough for us to not only to have a picture of their day-to-day lives but also see the building of mutual trust and affection. This almost feels like a movie scene. It’s very visual and subtle at the same time.
I won’t say how the story ends, so be sure to check it out to find out yourself! It is a very cute and fun one and I definitely recommend it!
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Some of my favorite parts:
- “Well, it’s your family’s fault some witch decided to curse your ancestors. Now a demon is randomly selected every time one of you idiots turns seventeen. You would think your family would simply stop reproducing, but apparently the primal urges of your nature far outweigh the emotional toll it takes on your offspring.” The man scowls.
“Hey, man, you won’t have to worry about that with me. Trust me, I wouldn’t ever subject a kid to the sight of eyebrows like that.”
- Arthur resents that ring. The more time he spends with Alfred, the more he craves Alfred’s touch. The more he wishes he could run his hands through Alfred’s hair, down his body. He wants to explore Alfred’s gorgeous form; cup Alfred’s face in his hands, run his palms down the American’s muscular chest… He wants Alfred to touch him, too; to take him into his arms and kiss him roughly, hold him tight. He wants to kiss every inch of Alfred’s body, and he wants Alfred to do the same. He wants to feel Alfred everywhere, wants to feel the American pressing into him, ravishing him. Yes, he resents that ring.
-“You know we can’t touch each other, love.”
“Yeah, we fucking can,” Alfred growls out, looking annoyed.
<3 <3 <3 <3 thank you so much aaaaa!! i appreciate you so much! <3
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
here is my fic for the @bokunovillainbang! I had the pleasure of working with @kurisutythehero, whose lovely art for my fic can be found here! please give them some love along with all of the other amazing bnvb creators <3
If you’re still looking for a beta reader, I’d be happy to be one for you! - 👁 anon
i!!! would absolutely love a beta reader!! if you (or anyone else) would potentially like to beta for me, please message me and i can share details!! and ofc i would be happy to beta for you in exchange!!
so how does one find a beta reader?? bc i,,, really need one for a tddk fic i’ve been writing aaaa
Sinday prompt
30 starters | NSFW
The Embarassed First Timer
« this is my first time »
« are you sure about this? »
« pfft, i’m sorry, that tickled! »
« what if someone hear us… ? »
« do we have to undress? for real? »
« i’m sorry, i’m… i’m not good at this »
« oh god THAT must end up into WHAT? »
« you want to do it with me? like… ME me?! »
« i know it’s a clichè, but… please be gentle? »
« do i stick out my tongue or that’s too weird? »
The Loving Partner
« i waited this for so long »
« you’re… you’re beautiful »
« mind giving me another kiss? »
« i didn’t know you kissed so well! »
« i’m sorry, i just can’t stop smiling! »
« i love you. i love you so much honey »
« i swear i could never stop kissing you »
« oh god, and i thought i couldn’t love you more! »
« you’re doing amazing baby! don’t worry too much… »
« do you think the candles are a too much? i don’t know, they set the right mood »
The Dominant
« just kiss me »
« you taste delicious »
« you’re all mine, baby »
« i love seeing you under me »
« i’ll give you the night of your life »
« open your legs a little more, trust me »
« you sound so sweet when you moan »
« oh, the things i could do to you right now… »
« just lay down and relax, i’ll think of everything »
« oho, i didn’t know you were that sensible, here »
requests are open!!!
okay, so i guess i never officially closed them, but requests are back open! feel free to send in fic requests after reading my request guidelines! <3
request guidelines refresher and update
hey y’all! seems like the general consensus is to make this blog mutifandom, so that’s what i’m gonna do! as a result, i’ve updated the request guidelines and am gonna post them under the cut.
Just make it multifandom
thanks for the feedback!
I think the multi fandom option is great! You’re writing is so amazing! I’d hate to see it disappear!
<3 <3 <3 thank you!!
a long overdue announcment
hey everyone! so, as many of you have probably guessed, after six of years of being utterly obsessed, hetalia is no longer my main fandom. i still love aph and usuk in particular, but in all honesty i’ve really enjoyed branching out and writing new characters in different fandoms. this blog has been amazing and i love it so much, but i just don’t have the same motivation to write usuk that i did before. that doesn’t mean that i never will again, it just means that it probably won’t be nearly as often.
that being said, i don’t want to give up on this blog without at least asking everyone for their thoughts. the way i see it, there are two potential options for this blog:
it becomes a multifandom blog, probably with a focus on bnha, mp100, and aph fics
it’s abandoned entirely (everything will be left up, i just won’t post anymore)
personally, i think it would be cool to make this a multifandom blog and continue to write for y’all, but i want to get as many opinions as possible. but it wouldn’t be very much fun if no one interacted with my posts, so i want to see what everyone thinks. if you like this blog, i would really, really appreciate it if you could leave some feedback! do you want to me to open this blog up to more fandoms, or should i leave it as is and just stop posting?
thanks! <3
After Todoroki gets hit by a quirk that causes him to float whenever he’s happy, he struggles to keep his crush on Midoriya a secret—and his feet on the ground.
Something i did for the @tododekubigbang of @afjakwrites lovely fic You Anchor Me Back Down 💕 It’s so good and adorable please give it a read!!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
summary: After Todoroki gets hit by a quirk that causes him to float whenever he’s happy, he struggles to keep his crush on Midoriya a secret—and his feet on the ground.
notes: aaaaa it’s finally time to post my fic for the @tododekubigbang and i couldn’t be more excited! i was paired up with the amazing @kurumizi who made two absolutely amazing pieces of art for this fic so show them some love!! and ofc a huge thank you to all of the mods over at tddkbigbang for putting this amazing event together! i had so much fun <3
Preview #13: You Anchor Me Back Down
Writer: @afjakwrites
Artist: @kurumizi
Pairings: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, very minor KamiMomoJirou
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the Big Bang is coming up soon, y’all! Here’s a little preview of my piece 💗
3 LITTLE WORDS... || starter pack
Send me one to see how my muse reacts. Some are fluffy, some are angsty, some are smutty, some are something else entirely…
Some of these may be triggering or NSFW!
“I love you.”
“I hate you.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
“I guess so…”
“I guess not.”
“Love me, please.”
“Don’t say that.”
“Don’t do that.”
“Don’t touch me.”
“Please, hold me.”
“Pain changes people.”
“You haven’t changed.”
“Please don’t go.”
“Look behind you.”
“Go kill yourself.”
“I can change.”
“Don’t ever change.”
“Want a hit?”
“Do you smoke?”
“Fuck me now.”
“Take my hand.”
“Lead the way.”
“Duck and cover!”
“Just go home.”
“Take me home.”
“Walk me there?”
“Everyone, shut up!”
“Just shut up.”
“Please stop it.”
“Please don’t die.”
“I need you.”
“I want you.”
“Want a hug?”
“Want a kiss?”
“Are you sure?”
“Are you lying?”
“That’s the truth.”
“I’m not lying.”
“Oh my God.”
“For fuck’s sake!”
“I got it.”
“I found it.”
“Call me later.”
“Text me later.”
“Don’t call me.”
“Are you crying?”
“I wasn’t crying.”
“Please don’t laugh.”
“Please don’t cry.”
“That’s a lie.”
“What’d they say?”
“What’ll it be?”
“It’s last call.”
“It’s almost midnight.”
“Do you promise?”
“That’s a promise.”
“Are you serious?”
“Don’t bullshit me.”
“I punched him.”
“I killed him.”
“I kissed him.”
“I love him.”
“I hate him.”
“I lied before.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“I’m not sorry.”
“I’ll come over.”
“Can you come?”
“Want to cuddle?”
“Maybe we should.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t.”
“You don’t say.”
“Make me come.”
“Did you come?”
“I stole it.”
“I broke it.”
“Any bones broken?”
“Are you okay?”
“Are you hurt?”
“That must’ve hurt.”
“He was lying.”
“It’s our song.”
“Can I help?”
“Help me out.”
“Please, for me?”
“Anything for you.”
“I doubt it.”
“I believe you.”
I loved your most recent fic with the soulmates AU—but why couldn’t Matthew have just written on Alfred’s arm instead? Why didn’t Alfred write back in braille? Or at least just give him his number?
Hi!
1. Only what your soulmate writes appears on you, not sure if I actually wrote that in the fic but I should have!
2. I’m actually working on an explanation as to why Alfred didn’t write back (besides the fact that he’s blind and can’t write well) but basically he didn’t want to disrespect Arthur’s privacy because he was writing some pretty heavy stuff that Alfred didn’t want Matthew reading, so he didn’t know what was written and therefore couldn’t write back in response.
3. ......the drama of it all ahajakshskasja
Thank you so much for reading! I’m glad you enjoyed and I hope this helped! <3
usuk fic?? much angst??? soulmate au where everything you write on your wrist goes on your soulmates??????????? and maybe alfred is blind? so he cant see anything written there much less reply? so arthur thinks he aint got no soulmate? jgbshajhygvshuytb i love your writingg hhhhh i read all your usuk fanfics in like a day
Title: you were right here all the time (i was blind)Pairing: USUKWords: 3,114AU: Human/SoulmateGenre: Romance/AngstSummary: Arthur grows up believing he has no soulmate. Then he runs into him in a grocery store.A/N: Wow! I can’t believe it’s been over a month since my last post! I changed the prompt a little, but I hope you like it nonetheless. Title taken from OK GO’s Skyscrapers. !!! TW for mentions of self harm and alcoholism !!!
Arthur was six years old the first time he saw his father’s neat handwriting appear seemingly by magic upon the back of his mother’s pale, freckled hand.
“Mum, what’s that?” He asked, forest green eyes peering curiously at her hand.
Alice’s eyes–the same sparkling green as Arthur’s–flitted downward and a soft, fond smile stretched across her slim face. “Your father’s making a grocery list,” she said gently, watching as the words appeared letter-by-letter upon the milky white skin of her hand.
Milk, tomatoes, butter, tea, spaghetti noodles.
Alice smiled and reached into her pocket, extracting a pen. Don’t forget bread, she added in her loopy cursive script. Arthur watched in wide-eyed fascination as more words appeared below hers, again in his father’s handwriting. Right. Love you.
I love you too, wrote Alice in return before raising her eyes to her son’s face and giggling at the starstruck expression he wore.
“Mum, are you and dad magic?!” Asked Arthur excitedly.
Alice’s giggle turned into a full-on laugh. She reached out, resting her ink-covered hand over Arthur’s shoulder and smiling broadly at him. “No, sweetheart, although I believe there’s a certain magic about your father and I share. We’re soulmates.”
“Soulmates?” Arthur echoed curiously. He’d heard the word more times than he could count, but he’d never fully understood its meaning.
“Yes. When people are meant to be together, they can communicate in a way they can’t with others. Whatever your soulmate writes on themselves will appear on you, and vice versa. Your father and I are soulmates, which is why we can write back and forth to each other.”
“When can you start writing to your soulmate?”
“Well, you have to know how to write first. Your father wrote to me for the first time when I was only two–he’s six years older than me, so it took me a while before I could write back. But once I could we wrote to each other every day.”
Arthur peered down at his mother’s other hand, which was empty of words, and then down to his own pale palm. “Do I have a soulmate?”
“Of course,” she said. “Everyone does, either platonic or romantic.”
“Can I write to them?”
“Yes, if you want,” she said, smiling gently.
Arthur reached for the pen and put it to his arm, writing the words Hello soulmate in the messy script of a six-year-old. His mother grinned and moved her hand from his shoulder to his head, ruffling his pale blond hair affectionately.
“We’ll have to wait for them to respond now.”
“How long will it take?” Arthur questioned.
“That’s up to them,” Alice replied gently.
Arthur never got a response.
As the years wore on, Arthur wrote to his soulmate daily. When he was nine and still hadn’t received a response, his mother assured him that there was nothing to worry about. Perhaps he was older than his his soulmate, she suggested, like she and his father. His soulmate may not have been able to write back yet; or, perhaps, they weren’t even born yet.
When Arthur was twelve and still hadn’t received a response, his father patted him on the back and told him that sometimes people got nervous about responding. He had felt strange about replying to Arthur’s mother at times, he said, because she was so much younger than him and wanted to talk about their relationship. Perhaps Arthur’s soulmate could tell that he was much younger and felt uncomfortable writing back, too.
When Arthur was fourteen, Arthur shed the first of many tears over his absent soulmate. His best friend, Francis, rested his ink-covered palm over Arthur’s blank one and promised Arthur that his soulmate was out there. That night, Arthur put a pen to his arm and wrote please, please be out there.
When Arthur was seventeen, he accepted the fact that he had no perfect match. That night he took something much sharper than a pen to his wrist.
When Arthur was twenty-eight, he started writing to his soulmate again. He knew, realistically, that he didn’t have one; he’d long since come to terms with the fact that he was one of those extraordinarily rare individuals who had no ideally-suited match. In his teenage years, the knowledge that he was destined to be alone had resulted in more nights with his fingers clasped around a bottle or a blade than he could count, but he’d long since cleaned up his act. Knowing that he would never have something 99% of the population had–especially when that something was so beautiful–was painful, of course, but he wasn’t entirely alone.
There were people with awful soulmates, people whose soulmates were abusers. There were people whose soulmates were dead or dying. There were people who disliked their soulmates or had fallen out of love with them; it wasn’t uncommon for married soulmates to get divorced and re-marry someone outside of their match these days, although some still considered it taboo.
Arthur could accept that, he thought. He could be happy falling in love with someone outside of a match, if he ever found them. After all, love was what one made it; if two people really loved each other, they could make it work no matter the odds. At least, that was what his friends and family had told him. Arthur didn’t know if he was totally sold on the idea of “true love” yet. How could he be, when the universe was clearly trying to tell him that it couldn’t happen for him?
Nonetheless, he’d started to write on himself again as a way to cope. It was nice to write to his soulmate, even if he knew that he was writing to a person who didn’t exist. He covered himself from elbow to wrist, thigh to ankle, in ink. He wrote about his hopes and dreams, his fears, his day, anything and everything that came to him. He liked the idea of his soulmate reading his words and being comforted by them, although he knew it was impossible.
Today, Arthur jotted a grocery list down on the heel of his palm the way he’d seen his father do all those years ago. He even signed it with an I love you, and imagined his soulmate taking up a pen the way his mother had and writing a soft, I love you too in return.
The walk to the supermarket was a calm and easy one. The sun was low in the sky, the world awash with its golden light. It was warm enough that Arthur didn’t even bother with a jacket, and he’d rolled his jumper up to the elbows. It used to embarrass him, having all of the ink he covered himself in on display, but now he rather enjoyed how normal it made him feel. People would walk by and smile, complimenting him on how sweet he and his soulmate were for writing so much to each other, and Arthur would get to pretend, if only for a moment, that there was someone out there writing back to him.
Arthur entered the supermarket, scooping up a basket on his way in. He walked slowly through the aisles, taking his time to find what he needed. He’d stopped and was reaching out to grab some tea when an older woman approached with a smile, patting his shoulder. “You and your soulmate are so sweet, writing to each other like that,” she said, eyes glittering with sincere happiness.
Arthur smiled softly down at her, “thank you, miss.”
“It’s adorable that you write to each other even though you’re together now, too. People must compliment the two of you all the time!”
Arthur’s thick brows furrowed and he blinked, confused. “I’m sorry, I’m not quite sure what you mean. I haven’t met my soulmate yet,” he lied, because it was easier than explaining that he was pathetic enough to write to someone who didn’t exist.
“Oh! I’m sorry, dear. I saw a man with arms covered like yours in the next aisle over and assumed he was with you because the handwriting looked similar. I’m sorry to bother you, then!” She chuckled, patting his shoulder lightly before turning and walking off.
Arthur paused, watching her leave with widened eyes. There couldn’t… She couldn’t have seen… No. It was impossible. Arthur didn’t have a soulmate; it was just a coincidence, surely. There were other people who wrote a lot to each other; it wasn’t as if he was the only one with ink-covered arms. There was no use getting his hopes over nothing.
And yet, Arthur felt his heart beating faster in his chest, and a feeling eh couldn’t place had settled over him. It was something like longing, something urging him to investigate, to seek out this man. But why? Surely he had no soulmate, so why work himself up? His soulmate wouldn’t had gone all these years without ever writing back to him… Would they?
Before Arthur could stop himself, he was turning on his heel and rushing into the next aisle. It was empty, aside from two tall, blond men standing side-by-side at the opposite end. They were nearly identical in appearance; twins, most likely. One had a pair of round glasses and was scanning the shelf while the other had his back to Arthur and was speaking animatedly, arms moving wildly as he spoke. Sure enough, in his sky blue t-shirt, his ink-covered arms were clearly visible. Arthur was standing too far away to make out any of the words or the handwriting, but something about the sight made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
Self-conscious, Arthur rolled down the sleeves of his deep green jumper to hide his writing. His heart was racing and he didn’t know why. He tried to convince himself that it didn’t matter what was written on the man’s arms because he had no soulmate, but he couldn’t make himself walk away. In fact, his feet began to carry him forward, toward the two pair of men, until he was approaching the one with his back turned.
“Excuse me,” he said. The man with his back turned jumped, startled, and whirled around. His twin placed a steadying hand on his shoulder.
“It’s okay, Al,” said the one with round glasses before meeting Arthur’s gaze over his brother’s shoulder and smiling politely. “Hello,” he greeted, obviously confused by the stranger who had approached.
“Hi,” Arthur said, shifting his weight from foot to foot and feeling incredibly foolish. “I couldn’t help but to notice your arms. I-I just think it’s so sweet, how much you and your soulmate write to each other,” he said, parroting the words of the woman from before. He couldn’t bring himself to look down and scan the man’s arms, nor could he bring himself to look up into the man’s face, so instead he settled for looking past him to his twin.
“Oh,” said the man–Al, as his twin had called him–sheepishly. “Thanks! I guess they write to me a lot. I think it’s sweet too!”
“They sure write a lot,” his twin added with a smile, “Alfred already had words on him when he was born.”
Arthur still hadn’t brought himself to look into the man’s face or at his arms. “Is that so? That must have been quite the surprise for your parents. Would you mind if I…?” Arthur trailed off, freckled cheeks flushing awkwardly.
“Oh! Sure!” The man exclaimed, raising an arm slightly. “I’m Alfred, by the way, and that’s Matthew.”
Arthur barely had the sense to give Alfred his name in return, already reaching out to take Alfred’s arm in his hand. He’d hardly taken a glance at his the man’s arm when he paled, his familiar script unmistakable to him. He glanced down and caught sight of the shopping list he’d written less than an hour ago on Alfred’s palm. The sight of his “I love you” on Alfred’s tan hand made his heart ache.
“What’s wrong?” Matthew asked, seeming to realize that something was off based on the ghost like paleness of Arthur’s face.
“I-I…” Arthur trailed off and slowly released Alfred’s arm. He was still reeling from the shock of what was happening, but he managed to pull up one of his sleeves to reveal the identical writing along his arm. Not once had he looked into Alfred’s face, unable to meet the man’s eyes knowing what he knew. So he had a soulmate after all, and somehow it was still painful. Arthur had hoped and prayed for this for years, and yet now that it was happening all he could feel was pain. Obviously Alfred didn’t want him–why else would he have never responded?
Matthew’s eyes flickered from Alfred’s arm to Arthur’s and back. His jaw fell open. “Oh my god,” he gasped.
“What? Mattie, what’s wrong?” Alfred asked, as if he were entirely oblivious to the entire encounter. Arthur felt a bit of rage flare up within him at that; how could Alfred act so unaware? How could his soulmate be someone so cruel?
“Al, you–This is–your arms match! This is your soulmate!” Matthew cried, still gaping.
“What?!” Alfred cried incredulously, his voice taking on a sweet, sing-song quality out of excitement. “Oh my god, it’s so nice to meet you! You said it was Arthur, right? That’s such a cute name. I love your accent too! I-I can’t believe you’re here, oh my god, I wanna know everything! You’re from England, right? How old are you? What are your hobbies? What do you–”
“Al, give him a chance to breathe!” Matthew cut in hurriedly, seeming to note the distress written across Arthur’s handsome face.
Despite Alfred’s obvious enthusiasm, Arthur was incredibly confused and more than a little angry. How could he act so excited and happy as if he hadn’t left Arthur alone and thinking he didn’t have a soulmate for most of his life? Rage was burning hot within him, forcing its way out of his body in the form of hot tears that gathered in the corner of his virescent eyes. Arthur finally gathered the courage to raise his head and look into his soulmate’s face for the first time, fixing him with a heated glare.
Alfred was grinning widely, his smile by far the most beautiful thing Arthur had ever seen. His eyes were a gorgeous, striking blue with flecks of gold and his thick lashes made them look even larger than they were. Excitement was clear in his expression, and yet there was something slightly off. Alfred wasn’t looking into Arthur’s face and rather at the top of his head, perhaps a little past him.
“Why did you never write back?” Arthur demanded, ignoring his soulmate’s confusing behavior. “I spent all this time thinking I had no one! I wrote to you every single night for years, begging you to respond to me! I-I thought I was destined to be alone forever, and you let me! How could you?!” He asked, immediately turning on his heel and making to run.
“Wait!” Matthew cried, pushing past Alfred to grab Arthur by the wrist. Arthur stopped, astonished, and whipped around to glare at him.
“Why the hell are you defending him?! Let go of me!” Arthur yanked his wrist out of Matthew’s strong hand, punctuating his action with a string of loud curse words.
“I’m blind!” Alfred suddenly shouted over Arthur, taking a few steps forward until his shoulder bumped against Matthew’s. “I’m so sorry, I-I know I must have hurt you, but I swear I didn’t mean to! Sometimes Mattie read them to me, but I could never respond because I don’t write very well. Please, please don’t go,” he begged, and Arthur noted with rapidly growing horror that tears had appeared in the corners of Alfred’s eyes too.
“You’re blind,” Arthur said, a stab of guilt cutting through him as he spoke. “Oh my god, you’re blind.”
Alfred’s cheeks were flushed red from embarrassment. “I’m so sorry,” he said, “I promise I didn’t mean to make you feel alone, and I understand if you’re still angry, but… Please don’t go.”
“Why are you apologizing?” Arthur asked, shaking his head rapidly. Tears were springing to his eyes again, but this time they were from relief. “Oh my god, I’m such an arse. I can’t believe I just yelled at you for being blind.”
“It’s okay,” Alfred said, a bit of laughter escaping him, “you’re kind of a hothead, aren’t you?”
Arthur’s cheeks flooded with heat, still feeling extremely guilty for his outburst. “Again, I apologize. If you’d give me a chance, I’d love to make a better second impression,” he said, and flashed a sheepishly apologetic smile at Matthew, who was watching the scene unfold.
Alfred beamed, his eyes still looking a little past Arthur. “Dude, I’m just glad you still want me,” he laughed. “You sounded pretty angry there for a second.”
Arthur couldn’t help but to laugh a little, years of hurt seeming to melt away within seconds when faced with Alfred’s carefree smile. “Of course I do.”
“In that case, would you mind if I felt your face? Nothing creepy, it’s just to get a sense of what you look like.”
“Of course,” Arthur said. Alfred raised his hands and Arthur took them gently in his own, guiding them to his face.
“You’re short,” Alfred said with a startled laugh. “Have I been looking past you this whole time?”
“It’s alright,” Arthur said, flushing when the American’s warm palms came to rest on his cheeks. Slowly, gently, Alfred’s hands moved across his face; when his thumb brushed along Arthur’s lips, he let out a little hum of appreciation that had Arthur going cherry red.
“You have soft skin,” Alfred mused. “What color?”
Arthur was half-tempted to lie, if only to make himself seem more attractive, but he knew that wouldn’t be fair. “Pale as a ghost and covered in freckles,” he sighed, resigned to his fate.
“Cute,” Alfred replied. “What color are your eyes?” He asked as he brushed his thumb gently along Arthur’s thick lashes.
“Green,” Arthur supplied.
“You’re really handsome.”
Arthur flushed. “Thank you. You are, too.”
Alfred’s smile widened. “Really?”
“Of course,” Arthur said, and there wasn’t an ounce of doubt in his voice. “You’re gorgeous.”
Alfred’s cheeks went delightfully red and he opened his mouth to say something back, only to stall when his fingers ran across Arthur’s thick eyebrows. “Holy shit, your eyebrows are huge!” He exclaimed loudly, still with a happy smile stuck upon his face.
Arthur was so lovestruck, he couldn’t even find it in him to be mad.
