Engita week 2022

Engita week 2022: Jan 26 to Feb 2

[engitaweek2022]

OK THE COUNCIL OF ME AND 8 OTHER PEOPLE HAS SPOKEN.

EVENT WILL TAKE PLACE FROM THE 26TH OF JANUARY TO THE 2ND OF FEBRUARY

Prompts are

Fears- 26th jan

Fashion- 27th jan

Hurt/comfort- 28th jan

Magical creatures/fantasy- 29th jan

Crime- 30th jan

Food- 31st jan

Music- 1st Feb

You either now have an option of horror or a free day- 2nd feb.

Any entries are welcome as long as they come with warnings for sensitive content. Fanfics, moodboards, art, anything really

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Fight!

[engitaweek2022]

Engita week 2022 is now officially over. Thank you to all that participated and created wo fearful fanworks for all of us to enjoy.

Also if you would like s ship week for another ship please tell me.

[twstgabrielle]

EngIta Week 2022

Day 8: Horror

Warning: Blood, Gore, Unsettling monsters, Time loops, Language, Temporary Character Death.

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Why?

Why did it have to end this way?

It was a question that Feliciano had been asking himself for quite sometime. A question that always remained answer less. But then again, did he expect anything less than that? To forever be in the dark when it came to his questions? Feliciano sat against the wall, the silence deafening as he took a breather. His arm was throbbing from the deep cut he'd received earlier. He should have been paying more attention to his surroundings, should have known better than to let his guard down. He'd learned too many times what the consequences were when he wasn't paying attention or using his head. Pressing the wound Feliciano tried to keep the pained hiss in, not wanting to make any noise. Noise was bad, noise made things more difficult. Noise was what got him and his friends killed in brutal and inhumane ways. And he refused to put them in that position.

Not again.

Feeling the thick warm blood soak his hand made him shiver with slight disgust but he didn't remove it. He had to get the bleeding to stop, he couldn't be bleeding. Blood was a sure fire way to get himself caught and that was absolutely not an option. After a few seconds of applying pressure he deemed it okay for the time being. With cautious and quiet movements he slowly pushed himself up from the floor. His military boots made a small creak against the old floorboards, the creak seemingly extremely loud in the silence. Feli stiffened, freezing in place and barely breathing.

'Shit.'

The Italian nation strained his ears, listening for any noises. Silence greeted him, the unnerving tension making his heart pound in his chest. He wished that his heart didn't beat so loudly, terrified that it'd give away his position. For a few agonizing moments he stood there, stiff as a board and not daring to move. After several minutes of nothing but pure silence Feli slowly inched his way towards the corner. After a brief moment of gathering courage he slowly peeked his head over the edge........

The Italian about sagged with relief when the sight of the empty corridor greeted him. So it hadn't heard. That in itself was a miracle and it was a miracle that he wouldn't dare waste. Not hesitating Feli quickly and quietly made his way down the corridor not daring to slow down. If he did that would leave him wide open. It seemed to go on forever until he finally made it to the end of the corridor. The sight of the stairs greeted him voided of all life. It made his skin itch, his entire being growing anxious. He needed to find his friends and fast. The longer he went without seeing them the more uneasy he felt. Having them out of his sight made it easier for them to be picked off one by one. As the nation made his way down the stairs to go look for his friends, a sudden loud crashing echoed throughout the house. Feli froze his gut dropping with terror. He didn't hesitate already knowing that whatever made that noise had most likely attracted its attention. Racing down the stairs he practically flew towards the area where the crash was heard.

Finally reaching the area where it'd come from he quickly began to try the doors turning them to see if they were open. He felt his palms break out into a sweat with each resistance he was met with. Cursing he continued onwards desperately praying that he'd find the right room.

'Please mio Dio, please just let me get to them first!'

Feliciano begged hoping that someone was listening to his pleas. Grabbing another handle he turned it and felt it give way. The Italian nation about burst into tears as he pushed open the door harshly. A cabinet had been knocked over and underneath pinned like an insect on a dissection table was.....

"Arthur-!!!"

The younger nation gasped. Arthur's head snapped up at the gasp, his eyes pained and on edge as he finally caught sight of Feliciano. The older nation seemed to relax somewhat, now knowing that it wasn't an enemy that had entered the room.

"Feliciano......"

Arthur breathed relief coloring his voice. Feliciano bent down next to him, his hands hovering frantically as he tried to figure out what to do. Arthur's entire lower half of his body was pinned down by the antique cabinet. Broken glass and a growing puddle of crimson was staining the floor. His forest green military uniform was slowly becoming crimson as well, painting his waist like a bundle of flower petals.

"Oh God....! Arthur just hang on I'll get you out from under there!"

Feli said his voice shaking slightly as he tried to get himself to calm down. With shaking hands he went to try and haul the heavy cabinet from Arthur. The Englishman let out a pained cry as the cabinet moved, making the Italian freeze at the sound.

"I'm so sorry I know it hurts but it'll be over soon I promise just hang on-"

Feliciano started to say when he caught the sound of the wooden floorboards from the corridor creak lightly. Feli and Arthur went deathly still, their eyes widening in fear. Feliciano felt his hands begin to shake, his mouth going dry. Arthur while in immense pain didn't dare make any noise, looking somewhat pale. The two remained still listening. To their horror more creaking floorboards sounded out, slowly making their way towards the corridor they were in.

It was here.

It was looking for them.

Feliciano panicked went to go and try to remove the cabinet again, desperate to get Arthur from underneath it and get them the hell out of there. As he went to try and heave it a pale bloodied hand gripped his uniform sleeve.

"Feliciano you.....you need to go. You....you can't be here......it's too late for me. The cabinet it.....it crushed my legs and the.....the glass......."

Arthur wheezed softly blood staining the corner of his mouth. Yet his expression held nothing but fear for Feli, as well as a seriousness that made the Italian feel sick.

"No....no Arthur please don't make me do this don't make me leave you....!"

Feli begged shaking his head. Arthur gave him a pained but stern look.

"You have to. If you get caught that's the end of it. Please just leave, save yourself and the others."

Arthur said his voice demanding yet pleading. Feliciano felt his throat tighten and his eyes burn with tears. He knew that Arthur was right, if he was caught then none of them would be able to leave this wretched place. But even with the logic being presented to him he couldn't help but want to save Arthur. Couldn't bare the thought of leaving him to die.

But in the end he had no choice.

With a choked, muffled sob Feliciano gave Arthur one last look. His amber eyes full of sorrow, regrets and unspoken apologies. Arthur just gave him a small smile, his own eyes misty.

"I'm so sorry Arthur. Next time, I swear it next time I'll keep you safe."

The Italian swore his voice thick. Arthur gave him a tired nod, before letting his head fall back onto the floor. The crimson pool of blood was larger now, staining the rug and floor. Feliciano felt his heart sink as the cold reality hit him. Even if he'd managed to get Arthur from under the cabinet, the older nation would still die. Bleeding out from his wounds full of broken glass. Fighting back the rush of tears Feli got up from the floor and went to leave the room to try and fix this awful fate. When the sounds of the creaking floorboards stopped right in front of their door. Arthur sucked in a sharp breath having heard it as well. His expression was alarmed, conveying a silent message to Feli.

Hide. Now.

Feliciano didn't hesitate, quickly going to hide. A nearby closet sat in the corner of the room. Opening the door as quickly and quietly as he could Feli gave Arthur one last devasted and broken look before finally getting into the closet. He'd made it just in time as the sound of the door being slammed open filled the room. Feliciano watched through the crack of the door, fear flooding through his veins. It was here. He watched as it made its way towards Arthur, its large soulless black eyes burning into the dying nation. Arthur let out little wet huffs of air, his lungs and throat filling with blood. Yet he was glaring at it, his green eyes dark like a toxic plant. Filled with nothing but hatred and pure defiance.

"Fucking bastard....! Go to hell.....!"

Arthur spat out, putting every ounce of hatred and disgust he could into the sentence. It stared at him unblinking before it moved. With horrifyingly quick movements it grabbed the cabinet and hurled it off of Arthur. With large thin hands it grabbed the English nation, making him scream in pain before with a ruthless motion slammed the man into the floor. Arthur's body hit the floor with a sickening spat, his pained scream cut short. Feliciano bit his fist to stop the scream that threatened to break out. Hot silent tears flew down his cheeks as he was forced to watch the gruesome display. It picked Arthur back up again and slammed him down again, another splat filling the room. Only now the sounds of brittle bones breaking joined the awful sympathy.

Splat. Crunch.

Splat. Crunch.

Splat. Crunch.

Over and over again it continued to slam Arthur's body into the floor until it finally deemed it necessary to stop. It held Arthur's corpse up, the once living breathing body now nothing more than a bloody lump of flesh, hair, bones and blood. It then dropped him onto the floor, before making its way out of the room. Feliciano sat in the closet shaking and feeling nauseous listening to the fading footsteps of their enemy. After a few minutes of nothing but silence Feli finally crawled out of the closet. Now seeing the full view of the carnage that painted the room Feli let out a small agonized wail. Blood stained the walls and floor, making the room smell of death and copper. Arthur was on the floor, his corpse bent and broken. His eyes once bright and full of fury now stared into nothing, no longer seeing the world. Feli crawled towards him, his hand reaching out for him. Grasping the cold limb Feli let out another heart wrenching wail, his tears flowing fast and furious. Pressing a kiss to Arthur's hand Feli grieved.

Why.....?

Why did this always happen.....?

Why did everyone he love have to die...?

Why couldn't it just let them go, hadn't they suffered enough?

Why? Why? Why? Why?

Feliciano didn't know.

~~~~~

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

It was always the first thing Arthur heard whenever he'd awaken. The sounds of an ancient grandfather clock, ticking away. It was a sick joke in Arthur's opinion. To make him hear a clock yet forcing him and others through the same thing every time.

Tick.

Tock.

Always forced to enter that God forsaken place, forced to pretend that he had no clue what was going on. Forced to watch the same people he cared about and loved die in gruesome and grotesque ways. Sometimes even ending up in the same position as them. It was madness, it was cruel. Yet he was powerless to stop it. He had no control over any of it, all he could do was desperately hope and pray that he could help save the lives of his fellow nations. How many times has it been? How many times has he reset this timeline in a desperate attempt to save those around him and to help Feli?

How many times has he seen them all die?

Alfred, Matthew, Francis, Yao, Ivan, Ludwig, Kiku, Gilbert.

All of them he'd seen die countless times. All of them he'd failed to save and protect. Their blood stained his hands. And he wasn't the only one who suffered. No Feliciano was also one who suffered like him. The Italian nation, whose smile was like sunshine and happiness had seen the horrors he had. Remembered each and every death like him. Was consumed by the same guilt and devastation as he was. Perhaps that was why they'd gotten so close. Two broken and tortured souls who were forced to endure madness at the hands of a insane and twisted monster. He could still remember the last loop. The pain he'd felt when the cabinet fell on him. The feeling of the glass cutting and tearing him open in the middle. He remembered the destroyed look Feli had when he'd failed to help him escape, forced to hide. He remembered the agony of hitting the floor by that monster, the pain of his body that had already been fallen apart become nothing more than a bag of broken bones and glass. He was lucky he'd died from the impact. He didn't think he'd be able to go on if he'd been forced to live through it. Forced to stay alive as he was smashed into the ground like a toy.

Arthur shivered shaking the phantom pain away. He couldn't be shaken up now, he had to remain in control. He had to keep his head. Yet despite telling himself this he couldn't stop the horrific feeling that hit him when he saw the mansion in front of him.

"England-San are you alright? You look as if you seen a ghost."

Kiku's soft voice made him recover. Green eyes met with dark brown ones. Trying to offer a small smile Arthur shook his head.

"Sorry was just thinking about Flying Mint Bunny being at home all alone. I think I'd forgotten to feed her today."

Arthur said the lie falling smoothly off of his tongue. Kiku gave the British nation a searching look. Arthur felt his skin itch a bit at the focused gaze. After a moment longer of staring Kiku finally looked away.

"That does sound rather upsetting. Then we should finish this exploration that America-San wants to do so you can return home swiftly."

The Japanese nation said. Arthur felt his stomach sink at the words, a bitter taste filling his mouth. He hadn't been home in God only knew how long. He almost forgot what it looked like. Instead he just gave a small nod and dropped the subject. The group finally made their way into the mansion, making the English nation want to scream.

How many more times would he be forced to do this?

How many more times will he be forced to die, to be forced to watch the others die?

Arthur had no clue.

~~~~~

It was funny how such awful things could bring people together. After so many loops and seeing so much death, it'd been almost natural for Feliciano and Arthur to end up clinging to each other. Two nations who knew too much about the cursed place that caused so much suffering. It was another loop when the two had finally actually spoken about their situation and somewhat acknowledged their relationship. The duo and the rest of their friends had barely managed to escape from the thing that was hunting them for its sadistic pleasure. The other nations were asleep, the only ones who were awake were Feli and Arthur. The Italian nation was leaning against the bed, staring blankly at the walls. The English nation was sitting beside him, quiet as a grave.

"Why?"

Feli muttered, his voice soft and hallow. Arthur turned to look at him, his gaze questioning.

"Why are we doing this.....? Why when all we ever do is die. I've seen so many things, seen all of our friends die gruesome and disturbing deaths. I've died in so many ways, felt so much pain only to repeat it over and over again....."

The Italian said his voice starting to shake slightly as he thought of it. It wasn't fair, being in the position he was in. It wasn't fair that horrid thing was after him, that it had killed all of his friends. He could still see all the blood, could still hear all the bones breaking. Feliciano hadn't realized that he was shaking until he felt a pair of arms wrap around him gently.

"I don't know. I don't know why we're the ones who are in this position, I don't know why we're forced to watch our loved ones die. I don't know why we've been forced to go through so much pain and grief. But what I do know is that no matter what happens, we still got each other. No matter how many times we've got to loop and start over, we'll always have each other. And that for me at least is enough to keep me going."

Arthur's voice said, sincere and comforting. Feliciano felt his throat tighten as he fought his tears. He couldn't cry now, not when everyone else was asleep and could possibly hear him. So instead he just clung to Arthur like a lifeline, refusing to let him go. The older nation tightened his embrace, rubbing soothing circles into the younger nation's back. Feliciano didn't know why this was happening but he knew one thing.

As long as he had Arthur around, he'd keep holding on. Even if it ate away at his sanity and hope he'd hold on and fight. He had to not just for his sake.

But for Arthur's as well.

~~~~~

'No.'

'No, no, no. Please not him I can't do this without him.'

Arthur thought staring in horror and disbelief at the sight before him. There crumpled up on the cellar floor was Feliciano. The Italian nation was bleeding, his once lively eyes now dull and lifeless. The flag that he had with him and used for self defense was now through his abdomen, the wood having been splintered and made into a makeshift spear of sorts. It was clear that whatever had done it hadn't been the thing. It would've torn him apart and then killed them itself. That was the deal that kept them here after all.

If Feliciano was caught before he could get everyone out of the mansion they'd all die permanently. But if he got all of them out they'd be let go. It was a sick and twisted game of cat and mouse, forcing him and the other nation to go through time over and over again. Which meant that whoever had killed him had been a fellow nation. The thought made Arthur's heart freeze in fear as he realized that it was one of those loops. It didn't happen often but on occasion the pressure and trauma of the situation was too much and a nation would snap. Going completely unhinged and insane. The Englishman quickly looked around trying to figure out if the one who had killed Feli was still in the cellar with him. It didn't take long before his question was answered. He barely had time to process before the sudden feeling of a sharp object piercing his body took him down. With a soundless scream of pain he collapsed onto the cold stone floor, blood pooling into his mouth.

'Vital area......I'm going to bleed out......'

He thought choking on his own blood. His vision began to blur and he could vaguely make out the shape of another person. Though who it was would remain a mystery to him. Turning his blurry gaze to the side of him he took in Feli's face one last time, his hand weakly reaching out to him.

'See you in the next loop love.....wait for me please......'

With that last thought Arthur faded.

~~~~~

He was so tired.

He was so tired of all of this.

Feliciano stared at the ground, barely taking in the chaos going on around him. Arthur was on the ground, the thin nation cradling the head of Matthew in his lap. The large Canadian nation had been crushed by the weight of a piano. The top that was always open having crushed his skull and upper body. Blood stained his long wavy blonde hair and his pale face. His eyes were half open, a look of death forever stuck in his gaze. Arthur was sobbing over the dead nation, his agonizing wails breaking Feliciano's heart in a way he had never experienced. Beside the Englishman was Alfred and Francis, the two men grieving as well. The American was desperately trying to wake his twin, only to have his pleas fall on deaf ears. Francis was holding onto Arthur to try and calm him down but it was obvious that he too was just as broken.

"Matthew, my sweet boy please answer me.....oh God Matthew....."

Arthur's voice crocked, his tone full of grief. It was the type of grief that only a parent could feel and hearing that devastated tone come from Arthur made Feliciano want to cry with him.

'Why? Why? What the fuck have we done to deserve all of this? What the fuck did we do to deserve such a harsh punishment?'

The Italian's thoughts screamed in rage and agony. It wasn't fair, it wasn't fair that Arthur had to suffer such a cruel fate. That he had to suffer the loss of his children in different loops over and over again.

'This is madness......I've got to stop this. Even if it kills me I'll stop this sadistic game. For Arthur, mi tereso.'

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Run.

That was all he could do.

Feliciano ran through the corridor, his lungs burning from how much he'd been running. But he couldn't stop, not now. Not when he was so close to getting to where he needed to go. Panting harshly Feli sprinted onwards, clutching the red book in his hands. Behind him that thing was chasing him down. Its large eyes, voidless and demonic focused in on him. But the nation refused to stop, refused to get caught. Not when he was so close.

Not when he and his friends freedom was finally within reach.

Feliciano flung himself around a nearby corner, barely managing to avoid the grasp of the monster pursuing him. Looking around he desperately searched for the place he needed to be.

'Where is it??? Where the hell is it?????'

He screamed mentally becoming desperate. He couldn't lose, he just couldn't. Losing meant that he had failed, losing meant that he and his friends lives would be forfeited. Losing meant Arthur would die. That alone was enough to make him determined to see this through until the very end.

"FELI-!!! UP HERE!!!"

A loud familiar voice called out to him. Head snapping towards the voice he caught sight of the familiar frame of his best friend. Ludwig was waving him towards him, the German holding onto his gun and prepared to shoot should the thing get close. Feliciano practically flung himself into the muscular body and with little hesitation Ludwig practically flung them up the stairs. A large metal door sat at the top of them. Arthur and Kiku were waiting by the door reaching out for them.

"Feli! Ludwig! Hurry!"

Arthur cried out. Kiku pulled out his sword his eyes full of terror.

"Behind you!"

Kiku shouted. Feliciano turned his head and barely managed to not scream as he caught sight of the monster climbing up behind them and catching up fast. Ludwig swore and took aim shooting his gun straight into one of its eyes. It screeched in pain and fury but it was enough to let Feliciano and Ludwig escape. Arthur held open the door while Kiku grabbed onto Feliciano and Ludwig and yanked them through the doorway. As soon as their bodies hit the floor of the safe room Arthur slammed the door shut the lock clicking into place. The sounds of the thing's body hitting the steel door boomed throughout the room before it loud screams of fury filled the air. The room was quiet as the listened to it scratch at the door unable to get through it. After a moment or two the other side fell silent. The group of countries stared at the door, stunned and holding their breath.

They'd done it.

They'd beat it.

They could finally go back home.

With cautious and hesitant steps the nations made their way towards the second door that was in the safe room. Behind this door was their ticket to the outside world. Feli felt his heart race with emotion. Turning his eyes towards Arthur he reached out and pulled him into a tight hug.

"We did it.......Arthuro we're going home......!"

The Italian said choked up and shaking. The Englishman clung onto him as well his own body trembling as well.

"Yes Feli......we can finally go home....."

Arthur breathed happiness and relief making him dizzy. The two pulled away from each other, yet still held each other's hand. Exchanging small yet shy smiles the two made their way to the second door. Behind them stood all of their friends, safe and alive.

Alfred, Matthew, Francis, Yao, Ivan, Ludwig, Kiku and Gilbert.

They were alive and okay and that was the best thing Feli and Arthur had ever received. Reaching for the door Feliciano turned the knob and opened it. Giving a small squeeze to Arthur's hand, the Italian led him into the doorway and into the light with their friends close behind.

~~~~~

Bright.

It was so bright.

Feliciano let out a small groan pulling the blankets over his head to block out the sunshine. Movement came from the other side of the bed making him peek from underneath. There greeting him was the sight of his husband Arthur. The English nation let out a small yawn before turning his tired gaze towards Feli.

"Good morning love."

Arthur said his voice gruff and full of sleepiness. Feliciano let out a small hum before sitting up and giving his husband a kiss.

"Buongiorno amore mio."

Feli chimed back making Arthur smile at him. The two sat in bed together content and enjoying each other's presence. Feli was running his fingers through Arthur's hair before he suddenly broke the silence.

"I had the strangest dream last night."

The Italian said making his husband look at him in curiosity.

"Oh? Do you remember what it was about?"

The Englishman asked. The younger nation went to tell his husband before a look of confusion crossed his expression.

"I.....I don't remember."

He said confused by his sudden memory loss of his dream. Arthur gave his husband a small look before placing butterfly kisses on his cheek.

"Well whatever it was about, it was only a dream. Now let's get up so we can get breakfast started. I'll even make you your favorite coffee brew."

The older nation said his voice soft and fond. The younger nation smiled lovingly at him, already getting out of bed to join his husband in the kitchen. Arthur was right, even if Feliciano can't remember the dream it was only just that. A dream and dreams weren't real. As the couple made their way out of their shared bedroom, an old red book sat neatly in an old box, long forgotten and devoided of anything inside other than blank pages that had turned yellow from age.

Somewhere far in the distant the sound of an ancient grandfather clock ticked away.

Tick.

Tock.

*Finally the last prompt for EngIta week!!! I decided to go with the very thing that got me into this ship in the first place, Hetaoni. It's an fan made horror game that's based off an old RPG game that has the same premise. It was because of RPG horror games that I'd actually discovered Hetaoni and let me tell y'all it was an experience shshdhd. While I was writing this I was inspired by other RPG horror games such as Corpse Party and The Witch's House. RPG horror is surprisingly unnerving and hella scary and I tried my best to make this as unsettling as possible without it getting completely off track. I just hope that I was able to do it correctly lol. Anyways thank y'all so much for reading my fics for EngIta week, I had so much fun while doing this and I hope y'all had just as much fun as I did!!! Anyways if any y'all read this I hope you enjoyed it!!! And here's the final prompt @engitaweek2022!!! Thank you for letting me submit my writing!!!!*

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day 8 - freeday/horror

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It's a text-based interactive game where You the player will serve as Arthur Kirkland who is searching for his partner around the house. Feliciano wasn't there where he woke up so- we don't know where he is! Time for us to figure it out!

But between you and I? This is just a Demo since I had the sudden urge to make a text-based game and technically spent one evening trying out different applications only to settle on using Twine which is easier for me. I just went ahead and play with it XD this demo is my pride and joy created from one day and I'll probably forget that it existed after this- if I don't get to finish it by the end of this year that is whoops-

so yea! enjoy ig???? didn't know what i was doing since it's my first time >< if you see some mistakes pls tell me! I'll fix them- also does this count as a hetagame? or its just an interactive story? idk V-V I just wanted to make something but I can't draw so text-based games

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EngIta Week 2021: Day 7

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Prompt: Music

Rating: T

Pairing: EngIta

Word Count: 728

It’s a Date! 

Feliciano had never cared for punk music. It was too loud and brash for the Italian’s taste. But when his best friend Ludwig started helping out his brother with his punk band, Feliciano started tagging along. Soon enough, he was attending every concert as Ludwig became the band’s official drummer. 

At first, Feliciano only attended to support Ludwig, but slowly, he found himself focusing less on his friend and more on the lead singer. He had known Arthur Kirkland for a few years. They had shared a few classes in high school and later college, but he often avoided the Brit due to his aggressive and intimidating nature. But watching Arthur perform both in rehearsal and on stage, Feliciano found himself unable to look away. It was strange. The music Arthur sang was just as aggressive and rough as Arthur himself–aspects which made Feliciano fearful of the Englishman–yet the passion in his voice and eyes lured Feliciano in. Slowly, the desire to get to know Arthur began to grow.

This desire was why Feliciano decided to come early to the band’s rehearsal, hoping he would be able to properly introduce himself to Arthur. As he approached the studio where they were to be practicing in, Feliciano was shocked to hear not the raw, blaring sound of punk but the soft, gentle tune of a love song. 

“Wherever you go

Whatever you do

I will be right here waiting for you

Whatever it takes

Or how my heart breaks

I will be right here waiting for you.”

Felciano peeked in to find Arthur strumming away on a simple acoustic guitar, eyes cast down low, fully immersed in the moment. It took Feliciano’s breath away. Brutish, aggressive, short-tempered Arthur was a soft romantic? He sounded so genuine, that had to be the case. As he listened, Feliciano couldn’t help but smile as he was filled with a warm, comforting feeling. If only the door and walls didn’t muffle the sound so much.

Quietly, Feliciano cracked the door open to hear better. Unfortunately, it alerted Arthur.

“What the hell are you doing here so early?” Arthur growled, cheeks bright red.

“W-W-Well…y-you see I…” The glare the Brit gave him made Feliciano’s explanation die in his throat. 

“I’m surprised you didn’t tag along with your boyfriend. Where is he by the way? He’s usually here even before me.”

Feliciano quirked a brow. Boyfriend? He had no boyfriend. “I don’t understand–”

“Where’s Ludwig?” Arthur snapped, “You two are practically attached at the hip. 

“Ohhhh,” Feliciano exclaimed with a giggle, “Ludwig’s not my boyfriend, silly. I’m actually not sure where he is. I…I-I came to see you.

Feliciano swore he saw Arthur’s cheeks flush an even deeper red. “Really?” Arthur said softly, though he quickly coughed before adding, “I don’t see why you would. You always seem adamant about avoiding me.”

The Italian pouted, not because Arthur was wrong, but because it was sadly true. “I just really love your music. You’re so…passionate when you play, and I can’t take my eyes off of you.” 

Arthur’s blush crept down his neck. “Well…A-Any good singer needs passion. You got to draw the audience in after all…get your point across and all that.”

“It’s really amazing to see. I’ve never seen anything like it before. Even just now. You were so into the song, and your voice was gorgeous. Do you sing softer songs like this often?”

“W-Well…I…”

“You should,” Feliciano said, voice turning serious suddenly, “They suit you. In a weird, but wonderful way.”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Arthur hissed.

“Aww, Arthur don’t be like that. I won’t tell anyone I promise.”

The Brit rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Just drop it. Okay?”

“Fine,“ Feliciano agreed. 

Arthur turned back to his guitar, strumming away random melodies to fill the silence that had settled over them. Feliciano watched as the Brit’s slim fingers glided across the strings; it was mesmerizing. “Would you like to get coffee or something with me after this?” Feliciano murmured. 

“Why?” Arthur scoffed though never stopping his strumming

“I’ve known Gil and Luddy for so long, but not you. I want to get to know you.”

Arthur quirked a brow, his deep green eyes scanning over Feliciano. “Okay,” he finally said, “but you’re paying.” 

Feliciano immediately brightened. “It’s a date.” 

“Sh-Shut up and let me practice,” came Arthur’s angered reply. 

Author’s Note: The song Arthur sings is “I Will be Right Here Waiting for You” by Richard Marx

[twstgabrielle]

EngIta Week 2022

Day 7: Music

Warning: Smoking, depression, somewhat unhealthy coping, alcohol, breakups, basically no happy ending, all around major feels town. (I'm so sorry-)

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I don't want a friend (just me)~ I want my life in two (my life in two)~ Just one more night~ Waiting to get there~ Waiting for you (all night)~ I'm done fighting all night (waiting for you)~

The low neon lights flashed through the club, illuminating the party goers who resided inside. Tables filled with alcohol, cigarettes and other things sat in the pits where partying guests could take a break. Sitting at a table alone in the corner of the club was a handsome young man. His eyes were half lided, disinterested in the things going on around him. In front of him sat a glass of a half empty martini. An ash tray full of butts and ashes sat by his hand, awaiting for him to put in yet another butt of a smoked cigarette. It wasn't often that he was here in a shady club, smoking cigarettes and drinking. But tonight was one of those nights. Where his head would be filled with harsh whispers and poisonous words hissed. Where his mind would replay memories of a different time, a happier time when everything wasn't so fucked up. The man took a drag of his cigarette, the nicotine and smoke filling his lungs with a burning pleasure.

When I'm around slow dancing in the dark~ Don't follow me, you'll end up in my arms~ You have made up your mind~ I don't need no more signs~ Can you?~ Can you?~

As the burning filled him, he began to think. To drift back to a time that he desperately tried not to dwell on. Yet as always on nights like these, the memories slowly creeped in. The sounds of a shy laugh and a warm smile. Bright, brilliant green eyes that held the galaxy in them. Pale skin that shimmered in the pale moonlight in their shared bedroom. A gentle phantom touch that felt all too real. He scoffed, his chest tight and raw. It was painful thinking about how those memories haunted him. Then again anything involving these memories was always somewhat haunting. Like an unknown disease that slowly consumed you, leaving you with nothing but the echoes of something that once was. But the worst part of it was that he himself was responsible for the dull ache that seemed to follow him now.

After all it was him, Feliciano Vargas that ended up breaking Arthur Kirkland's heart.

It'd been a moment of weakness. An error that he didn't realize he was committing until he had already lost it all. Arthur and him had been together for a long time, the two of them having met at a club when they were in college. It was attraction at first sight but after meeting one another a few more times and getting to know one another it quickly became something so much more. Two young fools who recklessly jumped into a relationship without thinking it through. But at the time it hadn't mattered to them, as long as they had each other it was enough. Then one day Feli woke up and just.....stopped loving Arthur. No longer did he feel that rush he always felt, no longer did he feel that excitement, the passion and sparks that were there in the beginning. So he'd begun to distant himself, staying out late and not going out with Arthur much. For months it went on like this, with Arthur trying to remain patient and welcoming while Feliciano completely drifted away from him. But like most people Arthur had reached his breaking point. He could still remember that fight they'd had that night, the harsh and cutting words that were thrown at each other.

Until it had finally died when Feliciano said those two little words. The two little words that would at the time unknowingly ruin the Italian man.

"It's over."

He could still remember the look on Arthur's face. The pain in his eyes as the words fully processed. The tears and the heart broken expression he'd had before his face had become like stone. Arthur hadn't begged him to stay, to fight for them. Instead the Englishman just looked at him, his bright green eyes now dull and unrecognizable before going to their bedroom. It wasn't long before he'd came back downstairs, a small bag full of his essentials on his shoulder. Without even sparing Feli a glance Arthur had left the house, the only sign of him falling apart being the silent tears that flowed down his face. At the time Feliciano had no idea the mistake he'd made. Had no clue of just how much Arthur still meant to him. That he still loved him and was just too blind and foolish to see. But now after two years of separation between them and being haunted by his actions and trying to mend the heart he'd unknowingly torn to shreds Feli now knew the truth.

He had never stopped loving Arthur. And for these past two years that fact remained. It was only when he was finally gone that Feliciano realized just how much he truly loved him. Arthur Kirkland had become the one that got away, the one that Feliciano Vargas now knew was his one and only. The one that he could ever be with and ever want to be with. Feliciano gripped his now finished cigarette tightly, the memories slowly eating him from the inside out. His eyes burned as he felt the beginning of tears gather in them. The club seemed completely oblivious to the man who was falling apart at his table. Surrounded by the echoes of his past mistakes and his hallow memories.

Wiping at his eyes to stop the tears Feli grabbed his glass and tossed it back, practically inhaling the alcoholic beverage. Nearly slamming the glass down on the table he grabbed a few bills from his wallet and tossed them onto the table. Standing up he made his way towards the dancefloor, desperate to run away from the ghosts that plagued him. The loud bass of the speakers vibrated the floor, hot sweaty bodies pressed up against each other as they danced to the music. Feli eased himself in, joining the sea of people to try and forget because that was all he could really do at this point. As he swayed to the beat, getting lost amongst the bodies that surrounded him, his gaze caught sight of a familiar figure. Pale skin that glowed under the neon lights, messy golden blonde hair, and brilliant green hues.

It was Arthur.

Feliciano felt as if the world stopped, his blood freezing in his veins and his face paling as he stared at the face he'd never forget. The face that haunted him for two years, the face he hadn't seen since that night when he'd ruined everything. Feli sucked in a wheezing breath, suddenly feeling as if he was suffocating. Arthur hadn't seen him, instead he was dancing with someone. His body moved along with the stranger, pressing against him as they danced. It made Feliciano's blood boil seeing the sight. Even if he had no right to feel that way, it still showed its ugly head. He'd been staring for so long that it'd caught Arthur's attention. The Englishman turned his attention towards the prying eyes and stiffened when he saw Feli. It was as if someone had pulled a gun out and shot him, his already pale face going even paler. The two stared at the other, seemingly lost at what they should do.

Give me reasons we should be complete~ You should be with him, I can't compete~ You looked at me like I was someone else, oh well~ Can't you see? (Can't you see?)~ I don't wanna slow dance (I don't want to slow dance)~ In the dark~ Dark~!

After a moment of a tense stare down Arthur's attention was taken away from him by his dance partner. The man was holding onto Arthur's shoulder, a concerned look on his face as he seemed to lean down and speak with the short Brit. The Italian could only watch, the pain that had been tormenting the entire night becoming suddenly unbearable. The man held Arthur with such a tenderness, as if he was familiar with him. It made him feel like his heart was torn from his chest as he realized that Arthur may have moved on. Moved on to someone far better than Feliciano, to someone who wasn't as blind as he had been. And even though Feli wanted to scream and cry and beg for Arthur's forgiveness, he knew deep down that he didn't deserve it. Not after the way he'd treated him, not after shattering him and his fragile heart.

When you gotta run~ Just hear my voice in you (my voice in you)~ Shutting me out of you (shutting me out of you)~ Doing so great (so great, so great)~ You~ Used to be the one (used to be the one)~ To hold you when you fall~ Yeah, yeah, yeah (when you fall, when you fall)~ I don't fuck with your tone (I don't fuck with your tone)~ I don't wanna go home (I don't wanna go home)~ Can it be one night?~ Can you?~ Can you?~

There had been a time when Feliciano would have been the one in the stranger's position. A time when he would be the one who would comfort Arthur and hold him. A time when he had had Arthur by his side. But that time was no longer around. No in its place was the present moment and the bitter sting of seeing the one he loved seemingly moved on. The other man had wrapped an arm around Arthur, giving Feliciano more of a view of him. The man was taller than Arthur, with wheat blonde hair and bright blue eyes. A pair of glasses sat on his tanned face making him have a boyish like charm to him. Arthur had turned his head towards his partner, speaking into his ear. The man's blue hues then snapped towards Feliciano. A dawning look of realization came onto his face before he quickly but gently moved him and Arthur further away from Feliciano.

It became very clear that the man was most likely Arthur's newest boyfriend by the way he had acted at that moment. And it hurt so badly seeing it. But he couldn't blame Arthur, the Englishman had found someone who obviously treated him better than Feli had. And that alone was enough for the Italian. Not wanting to be on the dancefloor Feli made his way off of it. Once he was out of the sea of people he made his way towards the exit of the club. Stepping out into the chilly air Feliciano began to walk away from the club, leaving his heart behind him with every step. Life was a cruel mistress at times, leaving you broken and laying in a pit of despair and agony. It was a somewhat bitter joke for Feliciano. To realize too late that the one he had wanted and loved had moved on. He could still see the look on Arthur's face, the pain and the tension he had when they'd made eye contact. It was clear that although Arthur had moved on, the old wounds that were exchanged that night still lingered. Still stung him just as much as it did for Feliciano. But unlike Feli he'd forced himself forward. While Feliciano was stuck in the whispers of the past.

Give me reasons we should be complete~ You should be with him, I can't compete~ You looked at me like I was someone else, oh well~ Can't you see?~ I don't wanna slow dance (I don't want to slow dance)~ In the dark~ Dark~ In the dark~ Dark~!!

Perhaps in another life, he and Arthur had stayed together. Perhaps in another timeline they'd managed to avoid that fight. Perhaps another version of him wasn't as blind as he had been. Feliciano didn't know and he didn't dwell on it. It was already one of those nights and after the events he'd just been through he no longer wanted to be thinking about it. As he made his way home, his heart seemed to sing a heartbroken melody. A bitter and broken song at the world. The Italian was forever stuck in this loop, now forever dancing on his own. With no music or Arthur in sight.

All that reminded was him and his lonely, slow dancing in the dark.

*...........what have I done?????? To be honest I didn't mean to make this this sad. I was listening to Slow Dancing in the Dark by Joji and it got my brain going and with the prompt being music it just went from there. I highly recommend listening to the song to get the vibe I had while writing this. This fic is basically a lyric inspired piece. Since the prompt was music I decided to do this with it. I apologize in advance for the sad ending, it just seemed fitting for the music vibe I was trying to go for. And I also apologize for Feliciano for being OOC, but I wanted to go with him as the main POV. I personally don't see a lot of fics involving Feli being the one who messes up in the world of relationships. It's usually Arthur who's the one who screws up so I decided to switch it up. Also yes the person who's with Arthur is Alfred, whether it's platonic or romantic is up to the reader to decide. Anyways if any y'all read this I hope you enjoyed it!!! And here's the seventh prompt @engitaweek2022!!*

[infusions-and-truths]

"Sing for me dearest, I will compose the most beautiful symphony for your cries."

day 7 - music

Ohoho! Last AU for this week! I have been thinking about this AU for a while now- like a good two months-ish! It's somewhat inspired by Takt.Op a show that I have been meaning to watch but bleh- trying to finish my old shows first before starting a new one! not necessarily the same concept but somewhat the same vibe? The original drafts of this was Germano but I decided to make an EngIta version and write it all out now XD

This was supposed to be 5+1 thing kind of fic but I couldn't finish it in time so I decided to upload it regardless the 4+1 other things are finished. I just really like this AU that I decided to call Diva AU since it's inspired by Takt.Op but also Vivy which is a really good anime and I cried so much watching it so I 100% recommend people to watch it too! Please watch it!

@engitaweek2022 hi hi hi! thank you for hosting the day! you did such a good job!!

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Whispering with the wind, as soft as a fairy’s touch

“Sing for me?” Feliciano jumps off the balcony railings, almost stumbling to the ground when Arthur’s head pops out of the other side. The conductor hung onto stones while his hat covered his head rather obnoxiously, a feather that was on top of it dancing with the gales of the wind that such a height brings. “Did I scare you?”

Feliciano pressed a hand against his heart , trying to calm down the loud beating of his heart. Oh goodness, the conductor really- he really did. He- Feliciano squeezes his arms tightly, putting his sketchbook against chest while staring at the blonde conductor scale up the railing and jump down. Not even breaking a sweat or almost breaking his baton that took the form of a thin rapier hanging off his waist. He… Arthur is something that Feliciano has been avoiding the whole week- ever since that announcement that the “Divas” and the “Conductors” might be switching to figure out what’s the best combinations of teams.

Arthur has been trying to get Feliciano to sing for him and as much as Feliciano wanted to, he couldn’t. There’s a reason why he would rather communicate with a tablet rather than open his mouth and risk releasing a single sound that might do more harm than good. Especially in the headquarters where Divas tend to gather during the times where they were not in some part of a mission.

“I told you I can do it.” Arthur sounded so proud. So smug that Feliciano took a step back. His eyes were shining with energy, chest heaving and Feliciano’s sensors could pick up the intensity of his heart trying to beat oxygen and blood from what seems to be such a high climb. “Anything you can throw at me-”

“Hell!” Feliciano gives him a look. “Anything the world can throw at me, I can handle. I would handle everything just to hear you sing.”

To Divas, hearing that from a Conductor might have been the highest praise. The courtship of a Diva and a Conductor was the purest thing ever imaginable. For a Diva to give the Conductor the Song that their Souls have created and created from each and every piece of them, it was something… intimate. Something so holy and intimate that one wrong move, it can easily be stained by the memories or emotions from the Diva that can just be turned into something dangerous. Something dark.

Something that is no longer an angel’s song but rather a siren’s call and Feliciano did not want to sing if it meant bringing harm to others. So once again, he had to tell his friend no. Signing it with his hands while balancing the tablet between his arm and his side.

“Sorry Arthur but I rather not sing or be deployed. I like staying here!” He tries to explain, giving the conductor an awkward smile. “I can help you find a new Diva though! I heard that Kiku is open and Big Brother Francis too-”

“I want you.”

Oh. Though Feliciano understood that he meant it between a Diva and their Conductor, the way Arthur held his sides. Avoiding blocking Feliciano’s hands and adjusting so that they wouldn’t be squished. The band of his baton pressed against Feliciano’s thighs and the sheer lack of space between them only made Feliciano’s nape bloom red.

Arthur looks at him, straight at his face- at his eyes and Feliciano was forced by some unknown higher being to open both of them fully. To stare back and wonder how can his eyes be so… green and pure despite the Conductor bearing the alias of the “Devil of the Sea Front.” It does him no justice at all and he wanted to tell Arthur that-

Compliment him for his pretty hands that were warm against the many layers that Feliciano wore as a Diva. To sing praises of those eyes that narrows down at an enemy and lights up with a wave of his baton in the simulation room, with one swipe down of it- a single command hidden in an attack- he brings down tens by tens of monsters. Feliciano wanted to do nothing more than say all the things he wants to say to Arthur-

Like how much Arthur’s presence helped calm the insecurities that he never knew he had, how being there helped Feliciano be better with communicating and explaining things because Arthur wouldn’t just let him go silence- he would sit Feliciano down and wait until he got an answer. Arthur was patient with him in a way that didn’t feel like he was being looked down upon but rather it came from a place of understanding of wanting to be more but can’t. Because they both have things to do and they prioritize them and Arthur knows it. He knows it so well that Feliciano just lets him-

Again and again.

“Sing for me please.” If it was any other, Feliciano would have come running and crying to Ludwig or Savino or Kiku or even Gilbert. Just cry and point fingers to the Conductor who doesn’t understand that Feliciano can’t sing.

As much as Feliciano wanted to sing, he just couldn't. He dares not to. And Arthur knew that, he knows what can happen if that were the case but he still stared at Feliciano and told him the first time Arthur stood in front of him, dressed in the white Conductor’s uniform for the meeting.

“I will fight for you.”

Staring at Arthur right now, Feliciano swallowed a small rock that was lodged inside his throat. Putting down his hands to hold onto Arthur’s arms, not to push him away, and took a deep breath. “And I can’t.” His voice sounded off in his ears, years of irregular speech use does that to him. It might even sound so different for Arthur who hasn’t heard him speak despite the years that they have known each other.

He gives the Conductor a smile before letting go, the hands on his waist gone lax and with a quick turn of his heels, Feliciano ran. Well… not ran ran. Feliciano likes to think it was just a high-paced walk that got quicker and quicker with every second that passed.

A shame that he left so soon. Or rather, it is quite a good thing that he left so soon before he saw Arthur crumble to his knees. One hand covering his face in an attempt to hide the flushness of his cheeks. The red blush grew all the way to the top of his ears- all from a simple phrase.

One that Arthur would be sure to treasure despite what has been said to him.

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EngIta Week 2022: Day 6

@engitaweek2022

Prompt: Food

Rating: T

Pairing: EngIta

Word Count: 370

Arthur’s Daydream 

“You really don’t have to do this,” Arthur grumbled as he watched Feliciano float around the kitchen. 

“Nonsense. I can’t have you starving on me. You’re already so thin.”

Lean would have been a better word in Arthur’s opinion, but he decided to let it go upon how intently the Italian was staring at the pot as he stirred. Instead, Arthur resorted to watching Feliciano work.

If they weren’t nations, Arthur was sure Feliciano would have become a chef. Not only was his cooking the best Arthur had ever tasted, but it was clear that Feliciano was passionate about it and that cooking made him happy. Arthur could clearly picture it: a little restaurant situated on the corner of a cute little cobblestone street. Despite its size, it would be packed with locals and tourists alike all coming to try Feliciano’s dishes. And Feliciano would do it all with a smile, befriending every customer that came through that door, telling them all the greatest spots in the city, and of course, spoiling all the ladies. On second thought, maybe it was better that only a few ever get to taste Feliciano’s cooking. After all, Arthur was never good at sharing anything. 

“Everything alright il Mio Coniglio?” Feliciano asked, placing a steaming plate of pasta in front of him. The Italian’s hands came to rest on Arthur’s shoulders, rubbing them slightly. Arthur hummed in appreciation.

“Everything’s great,” the Brit replied, leaning back to look up at his lover, “Just…daydreaming is all…”

“Okay. Now eat up and I’ll finish up this week’s meals.”

“Again…You don’t have to go through so much trouble.”

Feliciano smiled, placing a quick kiss on Arthur’s forehead before skipping back over to the stove. “I’m not letting you burn your kitchen down again or wasting away on take-out. Now eat before it gets cold.”

Arthur rolled his eyes, a small smile spreading across his face. “Fine, fine,” he agreed, “But will you join me? You can always finish up the other dishes after.” Feliciano looked over at the stove then back at his lover. As soon as he saw his lover’s pleading face, he couldn’t say no. “Okay, but no more arguing about me cooking for you.”

“Deal.”

Translation:

il mio coniglio: my bunny

[twstgabrielle]

EngIta Week 2022

Day 6: Food

Warning: Endless amounts of domestic lifestyle, fluff, and excessive Mariah Carey.

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It'd been a rather exhausting day in the office for Arthur. From a boss who wouldn't stop yelling at him for the littlest of things to coworkers who just kept pushing his buttons it was no surprise that he'd nearly flew out of the office building. Hailing a taxi Arthur about flung himself into the backseat and hurled his address to the poor driver in a desperate attempt to get away from the hell hole he called work. As the taxi made its way through the darkening streets of London, Arthur felt himself begin to relax. Staring out the window he watched as they passed by different cars and pedestrians. His mind started to wander, thinking of what he was going to do when he got home. As he thought about it his thoughts naturally drifted off to the person who would be there waiting for him as he did every night.

His dear husband, Feliciano Kirkland-Vargas.

A small smile grew on his face as he thought of his husband. The Italian was one of the things that he looked forward to seeing as soon as he got home. To be smothered with butterfly kisses and a warm, loving embrace from the person he loved the most was the best feeling in the world. It was a feeling that Arthur wouldn't trade for and he loved it more than he would ever admit out loud. As the Englishman thought of his beloved he felt his heart flutter in excitement, eager to finally be home and in the arms of his entire world.

~~~~~

The sounds of the lock clicking filled the small London townhouse as Arthur pushed open the door. The familiar warmth of the small, cozy home welcomed him and he smiled softly as he stepped inside and closed the door.

"Feli? I'm home!"

Arthur called out into the home expecting to see his husband come out to greet him. A brief moment of silence greeted him instead making the Brit confused and slightly concerned. Taking his coat off and putting it on the rack and kicking off his shoes Arthur made his way further into the house. As he stepped into the living room his nose caught scent of a delicious aroma, making his mouth water.

'Ah he's in the kitchen.'

Arthur thought the concern dying as a well of fondness took its place. With quiet footsteps Arthur made his way towards the kitchen, the aroma of an Italian dish growing stronger and the soft sound of music being heard. Curious Arthur peeked his messy blonde head into the doorway of their kitchen and had to fight back an amused smile. In the middle of the kitchen was Feli, his hips swaying to the song playing from his speaker that was connected to his phone. A large pan was filled with pasta on the stove while a sauce pan was simmering the sauce. Feliciano was in the middle of cutting the garlic and other herbs that would go into the sauce, singing softly under his breath.

"Oh, when you walk by every night~ Talking sweet and looking fine~ I get kind of hectic inside~ Mmm, baby, I'm so into you~ Darling, if you only knew~ All the things that flow through my mind~!"

Feliciano's smooth singing filled the kitchen, singing along with the iconic 90's song. Arthur leaned against the doorway, amused and star struck as he watched his husband's private concert. His beloved didn't even notice that Arthur was watching him, completely lost in the music and his preparation of their dinner.

"But it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy, baby~ When I close my eyes, you come and take me~ On and on and on, it's so deep in my daydreams~ But it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy, baby (Fantasy)~ (And I want you so badly)~"

The Englishman listened to his husband's voice, his eyes softening in a look of fondness and affection. The song Fantasy while popular back in the 90's, had a special connection to it. His husband would often say that the song was their song, and Arthur couldn't really argue with him. After all it was this song that had been playing when Arthur and Feli had first met. The Brit found his mind wandering, going back to that moment when he'd first saw Feliciano.

~~~~~

It was back when Arthur was about seventeen. Back then before he'd been the polite yet short tempered man he was in the present, he'd been a punk of sorts. Always getting into trouble for picking fights with other teens even though they'd started it first. He was a wild teen, who went along with life wherever it took him. It was during this time that he'd first laid eyes on the man who would end up being his husband. The Englishman had been at a carnival of sorts on a warm summer night. He'd been dragged there by his friend Alfred who had almost immediately ditched him once they were inside the place. The punk had been left to his own devices, wandering the crowded street as he passed the stalls and food stands and games. The bright lights of the place flashed around him, the sounds of screaming children and teenagers alike filled the evening air from the rides. The speakers were playing music, the song being Fantasy by Mariah Carey at the moment making Arthur huff a bit.

Arthur was not having a good time, being overwhelmed by everything that was going on. The Englishman wasn't a fan of places like this and he'd bitterly cursed Alfred for dragging him into this loud and crowded place.

"Stupid American arse. Leaving me all alone when he damn well knows that these places make me twitchy...."

Arthur growled lowly under his breath, his thick black boots stomping somewhat on the pavement. The teenager was debating on whether he should just call it quits or if he should just find his stupid friend and chew him out for all of this when he'd finally caught sight of him. Through the crowd of people stood the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen in his life. A man, no older than him was laughing at a tall man with slicked back blonde hair. A smaller man with black hair walked with them, smiling a shy smile. But they weren't what Arthur were looking at. No the man in the center of them was what he was looking at. Tanned skin that seemed to glow under the flashing lights, a beautiful smile full of white teeth. Auburn hair framed a handsome face, a curl sticking out from the rest of his hair. But none of those could compare with the amused gaze of the teenager.

Amber, like molten caramel and full of sunshine and happiness framed his face leaving Arthur speechless. The Englishman was so enchanted by the beautiful sight before him that he nearly died on the spot when the majestic man before him looked over at him.

Images of rapture~ Creep into me slowly~ As you're going to my head~ And my heart beats faster~ When you take me over~ Time and time and time again~

The world seemed to slow down as soon as their eyes met. Bright amber hues bore into him, curious and open. Arthur felt his heart pick up in speed at the look, quickly avoiding his own eyes in embarrassment at his reaction. He was completely and totally thunderstruck by this man. Arthur was so busy trying to calm himself down that he didn't notice the gorgeous teen talking to his friends before making his way over to him.

"Ciao~!"

A chipper voice, smooth and spellbinding came from behind him. Arthur let out a startled noise quickly turning towards it only to come face to face with the man he'd been staring at. Up close he was even more handsome. Arthur felt his throat got dry as he tried to calm the anxiety that was eating away at him.

"A-ah hello....?"

Arthur choked out trying to keep calm. The Italian gave him a warm smile, looking down at him slightly. It was then that Arthur realized that the other teen was taller than him.

"I couldn't help but notice that you were staring at me. I was wondering if something was wrong?"

The Italian asked giving a small head tilt. Arthur felt his heart stop and he quickly went to reassure him.

"No-! Nothing's wrong! Forgive me for my staring I was just overwhelmed by your eyes-!"

Arthur scrambled before biting his tongue as he realized what he said. The other man's eyes went wide, curiousity and slight flattery shining in them.

"Oh? My eyes overwhelmed you?"

He asked his tone probing yet full of amusement. Arthur felt his already warm cheeks slowly grow hotter.

"I....well......they're just the loveliest shade of amber I'd ever seen.....and I'm just going to shut up now."

Arthur said wanting nothing more than for the pavement to open up and swallow him whole. Alas it didn't happen leaving him floundering and mentally cursing himself for his honesty.

'Good job Kirkland, you've just officially sounded like a creep. God what is wrong with you-'

His mental berating was put to a stop by the sound of the most musical laughter he'd ever heard. Looking at the other teenager Arthur quickly took note that he was smiling, his tanned cheeks slightly rosy.

"I've never heard something like that before. Are you sure that my eyes are the loveliest shade? Because from where I'm standing it's more like you have them instead."

The Italian said his voice sincere and somewhat flirtatious. Arthur felt his heart do a flip in his chest at the words.

"I mean it's not everyday that you see such a beautiful shade of green........I'm Feliciano by the way. But you can call me Feli."

The teen, Feli said his face warm and full of a beautiful smile. Arthur swallowed hard and took a deep breath trying to give his own smile. However it was more awkward and crooked than he would have liked.

"Feli.....my name is Arthur. I really am sorry for the staring I'm not usually like this."

Arthur introduced himself his ears and cheeks red. Feli just laughed that magical laugh of his, giving him the most beautiful smile.

"It's fine, as long as I can stare as well then I'll call it an even exchange si?"

The Italian chirped happily giving Arthur a wink. Little did Arthur and Feli know that, that awkward first meeting would be the start of something beautiful.

~~~~~

"Arthuro-! Mi tereso I didn't realize that you were home-! How long were you standing there??"

Feliciano's voice called Arthur back to the present. Blinking Arthur took in the sight of his husband, his face full of surprise and happiness at seeing him. Arthur gave him a soft smile and pushed himself from the doorway. Wrapping his arms around the slightly taller man Arthur gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

"Not too long love, just got home. This smells divine by the way."

Arthur said leaning over to get a better whiff. Feli let out a small huff of laughter before playfully shooing him away from the pans.

"It's not ready you silly man! Be patient and I'll have it done. Why don't you go set up the table for me per favore?"

Feliciano asked giving him a small smile. Arthur returned it and placed one more kiss on his husband's mouth before going to do as he was asked. From there on the couple worked with one another, enjoying the other's presence. The soft sound of the music filled the room as they worked, and got dinner ready. Once done they sat down and dug in, chatting about everything and anything that they could think of. It was a peaceful evening for the couple as they ate. When they were done they cleaned everything up and went to the living room to cuddle with one another and watch a movie. It was halfway through the movie when Arthur felt Feliciano lay his head on his shoulder, curling up into his side.

"Ti voglio bene."

The soft voice of his husband said, his tone and expression full of love and affection. Arthur felt his heart stutter at the sweet words, his chest tight with overwhelming love for the man beside him. Leaning over Arthur kissed Feli softly.

"I love you too."

The Englishman said his voice soft and full of honesty and love. Feliciano smiled at him before going in for another kiss, their movie completely forgotten as they got lost in one another. It was nothing more than two people who were in love, full of simple moments that many wouldn't pay attention to. But to Arthur and Feliciano it was a sweet fantasy that they never wanted to end.

*I'm a slut for this song and honestly I regret nothing. Domestic fluff involving two husbands who enjoy a meal together and are completely enamored with one another are what give me a will to live dhsgdgdgdgg. Anyways if any y'all read this I hope you enjoyed it!! And here's prompt six @engitaweek2022!!!*

[infusions-and-truths]

"Behind every man hides a beast who hungers for more. Always more."

day 6 - food

I admit that I went to the route of the Hannibal AU I've been planning for a while now XD Let's just say I have been watching a lot of hannibal stuff and I should really stop since I promised myself to watch it completely by the time I turn 18 as a treat XD but noooo let's do it now because I wanna write about it. Except it didn't go exactly as planned since I gotten lazy at the end yikes- anyway yea! nothing major or anything!

food just makes me think of hannibal's dinner parties XD

@engitaweek2022 hi hi hi ! thank you for the event XD two more days!

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There is a certain willfulness that comes with breaking boundaries and rules that were set up for the safety of those involved. But none would even think that Famous, Gentlemanly and Sweet Dr. Kirkland would break his own rules to sleep with his patient (though not really his patient in the eyes of the law) and even stay over for the night. But it is what it is.

A certain peace befalls him at knowing that this is what he himself has done. No one else had made him do it. It is a choice that the doctor made by himself and there was no higher up or loud head of the behavioral science screaming at him to do it. But rather it was his own choice to sleep with Feliciano, let those skillful hands play with him and let those lips kiss away all the aches and scars on his body.

It has been quite so long since he had let himself… be. Feliciano’s smile above him and those eyes sparkling underneath the decorative lights the artist has all-over his place. Warm calloused hands, dangerous when holding a knife and a gun, but soft and kind when he asks Arthur to turn around. Turn around so that they both can hold each other and cuddle, sharing the same space. Sharing the same bed.

Arthur had fallen asleep listening to those lips, kissable and red now, speak in Latin. An old verse from a book of his childhood, Feliciano explains with a soft look in his eyes. One hand against Arthur’s hip while the other- Arthur decided to use it as a pillow since it seemed more comfortable than the actual pile of pillows. Heads bowed down so their foreheads were pressed together and it was easier to breathe in the arms of someone who did not ask for more and takes what is freely given to him.

He had no nightmares that night. Visions of darkness and blood, the cruel voice mocking him for not being able to protect what mattered to him, a child’s corpse lying in a pool of its blood- all of them were gone. Replaced by soft words said alongside the wind in a meadow filled with red flowers. He sits underneath a tree, being hand-fed by the Feliciano in his dreams who oddly was dressed in black and red. Not that Arthur was complaining.

It was a peaceful dream but waking up was even more of a delight.

To wake from a restful dream without screaming or shouting- it’s simply something Arthur can akin to a miracle. The scent of food, freshly made and the scent of tea roused him from his slumber slowly. He thought he was home, stretching like a cat and even burying himself into warm and sweet smelling sheets. Letting all of his guards down after a night where he wasn’t bothered by the past. Arthur would have fallen asleep again if not for the giggle that made him snap his eyes open-

Alert. Attentive. Instinctual.

No apologies to Feliciano can ever remove the shame that Arthur feels when he ends up throwing a pillow to the artist. Thank the gods- Feliciano didn't hold a tray of food and it only hit the artist straight at his face. Making him fall dramatically onto the carpeted floor where he bemoans for minutes to no end. Arthur was ashamed for his actions to the host and owner of the host. It was simply unforgivable that he acted so….

Rudely to the man who had fed him and let him sleep over among other things.

“I told you it’s fine amore,” Feliciano reassures him after their shared meal on the bed.

The artist fed him by hand with biscuits covered in honey and sweet berries Feliciano specifically grew from his gardens. Arthur didn’t have to do anything at all. He just sat there propped up against the headboard, letting those artistic slender hands feed him again and again. Feliciano urges him to drink some tea, his own mixture he proudly boasted, and Arthur can do nothing more but helplessly agree.

“Why are you doing this?” Arthur asks him, speaking up after a long silence. Their tray of empty dishes moved to a table near the door, Feliciano settling in front of the bed with a sketchbook and a pencil in hand and Arthur remained in bed, barely covered by the white sheets of that later evening.

The artist stops moving his hand at the question. Feliciano hums, kicking up his legs to put them near his chest, acting as a stand for his sketchbook. “Doing what?” He picks up another type of pencil from his case.

Arthur can’t help but pursed his lips, eyes squinting against the light so he can see the person he was talking to. “This.” He gestures to him being in bed, scantily covered and dressed before bringing his hand around to gesture to Feliciano sketching and drawing as if the night before didn’t happen at all.

“This?” Feliciano echoes. “It’s practice vee~”

“Practice?”

“I like sketching things but I’ve just been so busy with Gilbert and Timo you know? I hardly had time to even finish the piece I was commissioned! It’s just a good thing that my client was alright with me being late- but I still miss drawing.”

“So instead, you decided to sketch me.”

Feliciano blinks and smiles. It was a gentle smile- unlike the sweet unnerving smile that he has a tendency to give when everything was going south. Arthur doubts that anyone noticed how his smiles tend to differ from one another. Each of them is different from the way Feliciano curls his lips and closes his eyes.

Arthur has to admit that he spends quite a long time observing the artist. Not just because it was his job and he’s being paid for it but because he’s… interesting. A specimen that can read the emotions of others and carry it inside of himself. His ability to reconstruct the scene with his empathy was truly magnificent and miraculous. Arthur didn’t mind being so close to getting caught as long as it was Feliciano doing so.

What a dangerous power Feliciano has over him now.

The artist puts down his sketchbook, deciding to call back into bed and loom over the physiatrist. His arms blocked him from the world and the only thing Arthur could see was those orbs staring at him intently. Underneath the light of the sun and the shadows of the curtain, he can’t help but feel excitement from the dark look that passed over those eyes.

Like a predator looking at its prey in it’s hand. Powerful and hungry, a bloodthirsty starving lion looking at a little bunny that had ventured too far from home. Arthur usually wouldn’t allude himself as prey. He had stood as the top of his kind- no. Humans can’t even be called his own.

He is more than those foul beasts except he thought he would be alone. A king to rule the world and the pigs that think that they are better than those who are exactly like them. But ever since meeting Feliciano- clear and bright-eyed Feliciano who speaks too honest and bluntly, cowardly at times but underneath lies a secret.

“Are you going to eat me?” Arthur asks, watching as those eyes fully open. Like pools of gold and honey dripping down from the darkness that lurks underneath. He would let himself drown in those pools- he would jump on those pools if Feliciano asked him.

Feliciano thinks about it, Arthur can see that much. The tip of his canine peeking out of his lip when his grin widens to something more… feral. More dangerous as Feliciano leans forward, letting his body drop on top of Arthur and those sharp teeth of his going to his neck. A playful lion who wants to see what more is there to this little prey he has in his hands.

“Will you let me?”

The answer to that question was already at the tip of his tongue. A resounding yes echoing dimly in the dark room and it was terrifying- Arthur realized- to have offered himself to a beast hiding in the form of a man.

A deafening silence before Feliciano laughs. “Oh amore, you shouldn’t say that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’ll be sad if you do get eaten by me. I would rather have you as a model forever than a meal which will only sustain me for a day or less.”

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EngIta Week 2022

Day 5: Crime

Warning: Guns, action, violence, stealing, alcohol, basically being a criminal. Also Romano's potty mouth.

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Feliciano Vargas.

It was a name that the whole world knew. Given the young man's reputation, it was hard not to know the name. Feliciano was the world's greatest thief, having stolen several things throughout his career. From priceless jewels to ancient artifacts, there was nothing that he hadn't taken at some point. His heists were legendary and he always pulled them off. It left police livid whenever they failed to capture him. Yes Feliciano was one of the very best in the world of crime.

But even he had his moments where he was outsmarted.

It was a simple heist. Feliciano and his group had set their eyes on yet another priceless jewel. The Sapphire of Rome was a recently rediscovered gem, having been believed to have been lost during the Roman Empire era. However recently a team of archeologists had found it. The country of Italy was hosting a grand gala at the jewel museum centered in Rome, where the jewel would be shown off to the people before being placed amongst the rest of the jewels that were priceless. It would during this event that Feliciano would strike. The night of the gala was packed full of guests and the press. Security was tight and on full alert, keeping a keen eye out for anyone suspicious. Politicians and other high ranking members of society were in attendance. The museum that was holding the gala was in full swing of the party, not really paying attention to the surroundings.

A sea of people crowded the floor, women wearing beautiful dresses and men in fancy suits dancing with one another or conversing. A large buffet table was along the edge of the room, filled with champagne, wines and expensive food. Feliciano Vargas was among these people, disguised from those around him. A glass of champagne was in his hand, a bright smile on his face as he conversed with those around him. Sharp amber eyes scanned the room, noting the security and the higher members of Italian society who were waiting for the showing of the jewel. Feliciano was in the middle of taking a sip of his champagne when his ear piece made a noise.

"Oi, bastardo can you hear me?"

A voice said in his ear. Feliciano excused himself from the group of people he'd been speaking too before answering.

"Si, I can hear you. Are you and Kiku in position?"

Feli asked his tone low and barely noticable among the loud voices and noises.

"Si we're in position. Just let us know when you want us to act."

A gruff Italian voice said. Feliciano smiled.

"But of course, I'll be sure to let you know Lovi."

Feliciano said before signing off. The Italian straightened his suit jacket before making his way back into the sea of guests. Continuing to keep an eye out for the showing and making an effort to blend in he bide his time. He was on his second glass of champagne when the guests were alerted of the unveiling. That was his que. With a practiced ease Feliciano disappeared from the guests and began to make his way towards the destination of the jewel. With quiet and quick movements he made his way past security, nabbing one of the key cards that led to the room where the jewel was. After a few minutes of sneaking he finally made it to the secured door. Pulling out his key card Feli swiped it unlocking the large door that was keeping it safe.

With a satisfied grin the thief made his inside and finally caught sight of it. The jewel was a large blue sapphire about the size of Feliciano's hand. It was sitting on a soft velvet cushion behind a glass display case, waiting to be put on display for all of Italy and the world to see.

"Too bad they're not going to get to see it."

Feli chirped as he reached into his inside jacket pocket and pulled out his glass cutting kit. With a precise and careful hand, Feliciano stuck it to the glass case and moved the blade into a circle to cut it open. With it done and out of the way he removed the piece of glass and reached inside grasping the jewel and pulling it out. The Italian beamed as he held it, smug and proud to have been able to pull off yet another heist.

"Fantastico. Now to get out of here and meet up with Lovi and Kiku."

The thief said placing the jewel in the inner pocket of his suit jacket. Once securely placed Feliciano made his escape, heading towards the established exit point that he and his partners had made. Climbing up the ladder to the roof Feli opened the door to be hit by the cold night air. He had just shut the door and was going to head towards the edge of the museum when a voice spoke up.

"Oh my, I wasn't expecting to see you here."

A voice, smooth and accented came from the shadows. Feliciano's head snapped up at the voice, a small smile coming up onto his face.

"Ve, this is quite the surprise. Then again you always were known for having an eye for shining treasures mi tereso."

The Italian said a somewhat flirtatious. A small scoff was heard and the figure finally stepped out into the lights.

"That's rich coming from you love. Quite hypocritical if you ask me."

A man said his voice unamused. Feliciano smiled even more at the man, keeping a close eye on him.

"I'm quite the hypocrite to be honest. Especially when it comes to you mi amore~"

Feliciano said his expression full of wanting and amusement.

"Oh please enough with the flirtations. You have something that I want and I'd like for you to give it to me."

The man said his sharp gaze boring into Feli, before pulling a gun out and aiming it at him. The Italian gave a small pout at the other man, placing a hand over his chest dramatically.

"Oh how you wound me. You can't even spare your love a moment of your time my dear? Then again you always were one to get right to business, aren't you Arthur?"

The Italian asked tilting his head slightly with a small smirk. Arthur just rolled his eyes keeping his gun pointed. The Englishman stepped closer towards Feliciano, his gaze unwavering.

"Business is what I do love, and you're unfortunately in it currently. That jewel has a rather large sum of money on the bidding world should it be sold. And I intend to collect it, now hand it over."

The Brit said holding a hand out for Feliciano to hand it over. The Italian smirked again and began to reach into his jacket before quickly moving. Arthur felt his legs be taken out from under him and he stumbled a loud gasp coming from him. Feliciano was quick reaching forward and grabbing Arthur and wrestling the gun from his grasp. The weapon went skidding across the brick rooftop and Arthur let out a snarl. With a quick movement Arthur elbowed Feliciano in the ribs making him hiss in slight pain. After that they began to struggle trying to overpower the other until finally Feli managed to pin Arthur into his chest. A sharp gasp came from the Brit as he collided with a solid chest.

"You know even though you hurt me with that jab and threatened to shoot me, you're still the most magnificent sight I've ever seen mi tereso."

Feliciano said voice low and seductive. Arthur stiffened at it, his intelligent green eyes meeting mischievous amber ones.

"You are an absolute bastard and incredibly stupid to be saying things like that. Especially when I could get ahold of my gun again and shot you in your smug face."

Arthur said his voice a hiss of sorts. The Italian just let out a huff of laughter and leaned in, his breath fanning across the Englishman's face.

"No you won't il mio cuore."

He said confidently. Arthur gave him a sour look his thick eyebrows furrowed in irritation yet his pale cheeks slowly started to turn red from the closeness of the other man.

"Oh, what makes you say that?"

The Brit asked an eyebrow quirking up in question. Feli leaned even closer his lips now barely touching Arthur's own. The Englishman felt his heart speed up and he could feel Feliciano's speeding up as well.

"Because........you love me as I love you my beloved Arthur."

The Italian stated before closing his eyes and going for a kiss. The Englishman didn't fight it, instead going to meet him halfway.......

"SECURITY BREACH! THERE'S BEEN A SECURITY BREACH!!!"

A loud voice over a megaphone broke out into the night. The loud sounds of sirens screeched into the Italian night causing Feliciano and Arthur to jump apart. Arthur looked around cursing as he ran to grab his gun and find a way off the rooftop. Feliciano moved just as quickly getting his equipment together before going and grabbing Arthur once he was within reach. Arthur let out a sharp noise as he was pressed against Feli again.

"Hold on tight bella, we're going on a little ride!"

Feli chirped before stepping onto the ledge. The door to the roof was just being slammed open before Feli jumped with Arthur tight in his grip. The duo zipped down the pulley system before landing on the ground into a nearby alleyway. Feliciano set Arthur down on his feet, keeping him pressed up against the damp and hard brick wall as the frames of a few Italian police officers went rushing by.

"This way, I've got a ride."

Feliciano said grabbing Arthur's hand and running towards the other end of the alleyway. The two ran through a few winding allies, sticking close to one another and avoiding getting caught. After a few close calls they finally made it to Feli's escape vehicle. Sitting in the driver's seat was Lovino, a smoking gun tight in his grip and a downright sour look on his face. In the backseat of the car was Kiku looking calm and unbothered by the whole thing. Tucked under his arm was a sword waiting to be used when it was needed. Feliciano and Arthur practically lunged into the car, making Lovino swear loudly.

"Are you fucking kidding me???? You're bringing Arthur with us?!? Jesus Christ you really are an idiota!!!"

Lovino growled before slamming on the gas and high tailing it out of there. The sounds of police cars trying to keep up in pursuit sounded behind them. Lovino swore again and tried to aim his gun but couldn't do it while driving. Feliciano reached over for the steering wheel giving his twin the freedom to shoot his gun. Leaning out of the driver's window Lovino aimed his trusty hand gun and shot it. The sounds of his bullets hitting the tires of a good few police cars filled the air before the sounds of metal and glass crunching followed behind. Lovino pushed himself back into the car meeting the bright smile of his younger brother.

"Buon Dio you never really miss a target do you?"

Feli asked his tone awed and proud. Lovi gave a smirk to him, his green hazel eyes full of a smug pride.

"Damn right I don't miss."

Lovi said speeding the car up to try and shake the last of their pursuers. Arthur was in the back watching from the back window before the sounds of gunshots and the glass shattering was heard. Arthur ducked his head and gave a loud swear.

"They're shooting at us!"

Arthur said his tone grim. Feli and Lovi exchanged quick looks before Feliciano's eyes landed on Kiku.

"A little bit of help would be nice per favore Kiku."

Feli said earning a dark eyed look from the Japanese man. Kiku gave a small nod and climbed out of the sunroof of the car. The night air whipped around the short man, his eyes closed as he stood on top of the car.

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Two.

Three.

It happened extremely fast. Kiku's sword was clicked out of its hilt and with quick fluid movements and the sound of something being cut filled the air. The police cars that were behind them seemed to instantly break apart in different angles. The sword having cut through them all. The sounds of pieces of metal and glass hitting the road were heard and Kiku dropped back down into the car. Once he was in the car drove off and out of the city of Rome, the Sapphire of Rome within their grasp.

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It was hours later when their car finally stopped. The bright sunrise shining on them as they took a breather. Kiku was sitting against the car, enjoying the sunrise while Lovino just sat on the hood. A little bit further ahead and away from the car Feliciano and Arthur were walking on the dirt road, their shoulders brushing every so often as they made their way to Arthur's motorcycle. The two didn't say much, just enjoying each other's presence as Arthur hopped onto his motorcycle.

"Are you sure you have to go? I wouldn't mind having you here mi tereso."

Feliciano asked his voice somewhat saddened and pleading. He hated it whenever Arthur and him separated. He liked having the Englishman with him, and he loved going on heists with him. He just loved him in general and being away from him was agonizing. Arthur put his helmet on his head, his own gaze mirroring Feliciano's.

"You know that it's not possible love. Me and your brother rarely get along as is. Besides I've got my own heists I need to do and you have yours."

Arthur said his tone professional yet dim. It broke Feli's heart to hear him like that and to hear him say that but he knew that Arthur was right. They were thieves and they had their own heists and goals that they wished to accomplish. That and in their line of work it was best to not get romantically involved with people. Feli felt a gentle hand on his cheek as he looked at the man in front of him. Arthur was caressing his cheek, a thoughtful look on his face.

"Don't look so down darling. It's not like we won't see each other again."

The Brit said his tone soft and comforting. The Italian let out a small sigh before giving Arthur a small smile.

"I know, I'm just sad that I'm letting such a beautiful masterpiece go. It's against my very code as a thief you know?"

The younger man said his tone teasing and light somewhat. The older man gave a small huff of laughter and smiled back at him.

"I know it is. Just know that the feeling is mutual love. Till next time."

Arthur said with a small wave of goodbye the Brit kicked his motorcycle off and sped off into the distance. Leaving Feliciano behind to watch. Once Arthur was gone he made his way back towards his partners who were waiting for him. Kiku placed a hand on Feliciano's shoulder in an attempt to comfort him.

"You'll see him again. In our line of work it's bound to happen."

Kiku said softly using logic to help cheer the Italian up. Feli gave him a small smile while Lovi just huffed.

"Yeah, yeah we get it love is a painful thing. Now can we see the jewel? We nearly got our asses thrown in prison for this."

Lovi said making Kiku also perk up with curiosity. Feli gave a wide eyed look having forgotten about the jewel.

"Ah si of course! Let me just grab it-"

Feliciano said his enthusiasm back for a beat before he stopped all together. Lovino and Kiku looked at him, confused.

"What's the matter you jerk?"

Lovi asked. Feli looked up his expression stunned. That look made Lovi's gut sink.

"Uh.....well it appears to no longer be here....."

The younger Vargas said laughing nervously. The oldest Vargas twin stared at him, his eyes slowly filling with rage while Kiku looked stumped.

"How!?!? How could you lose the jewel?!?! Idiota!!"

Lovino snapped his entire body shaking. Feliciano quickly put his hands up in surrender.

"I don't know how it happened it was in my suit jacket pocket-!"

Feli said panicked before he and his partners went deathly silent. The sounds of cogs turning could be heard as they came to the obvious conclusion. Lovi let out a loud and livid swear, his voice echoing. Kiku just rubbed the sides of his head to try and ease the sudden headache coming on.

"THAT MOTHERFUCKER! HE TOOK IT RIGHT FROM UNDER OUR NOSES!!! WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON HIM I'M GOING TO-!!!"

Lovino's threat drifted off into rambled angry noises. Feliciano just stared stunned that he was outsmarted by Arthur. He should have known, his beloved was one of the best known jewel thieves in the world. Taking a precious sapphire right from under his nose was a simple feat for one such as Arthur Kirkland. The thief couldn't help but feel a smile come onto his face before a small bout of laughter hit him. Lovi and Kiku looked at him like he'd just lost his mind. Feliciano let out a laugh here and there before standing up straight and brushing his hair from his eyes.

"Mi tereso you really are the most glorious person I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. This is one of the reasons why I love you."

Feli said his expression fond and full of excitement as he dashed towards his car.

"Are you two coming?? We've got a jewel to get back!!!"

Feli chirped making Lovi and Kiku spring into action. Once they were in the car Feliciano drove out of there in hopes of finding Arthur. Though he knew deep down that Arthur had gotten away and had won this round. But it didn't bother him. No the chase was what he loved about Arthur, a game of cat and mouse they'd played for years. Arthur Kirkland gave him excitement and a sense of finally living.

And Feliciano Vargas wouldn't have it any other way.

*..........Y'all ever heard of Lupin the Third??? Cuz fam I've been watching it for like days now on the TMS YouTube channel and it's hella wild and hella good sgsgdgdh. As soon as I saw the prompt crime I knew I had to do this and no I don't regret anything. Feli and Arthur's relationship is somewhat based off of the two main love interests in the show Lupin the Third a world renowned thief and Fujiko Mine a world class thief. They have a rather complicated relationship and their interactions are incredibly entertaining. Lovi is based on Jigen, a gunman who's Lupin's partner and Kiku is based on Goemon a samurai who helps the two of them out on heists. I had a lot of fun writing this one and my love for things like this will never die sgsgsgs. Anyways if any y'all read this I hope you enjoyed it!!! And here's prompt five @engitaweek2022!!!*

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"In a game of chess, it is not the end if you lose a queen. Solely because from a pawn, you can rise to be the new queen."

day 5 - crime

Tada! Day 5! I'm super super glad that I'm still holding strong in this week since I've been super down lately (fuck depression v-v) but yes! Crime! Gosh- I adore crime and reading up about it! I'm a crime-show nerd and I'm so so so so happy that we have this as a prompt! Oh beloved prompt 🤍 they're all soo good! I didn't know where I was going here, I tend to just go with the flow at these so- yea! XD

@engitaweek2022 thank you again for hosting this!! just a few more days!!

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Queens are known to be the skillest Officers around. From information-gathering to marksmanship, they were the best of the best on the board. Anyone can be a Queen, as long as they trained for it and bleed for it. Same goes for Rooks, Knights and Bishops. From a simple Pawn, you can crawl up to the top and stand on the mountain of those weaker from you but you will never be as strong as the King.

For the King is the hearts of the boards. The board does not exist without the presence of the King and though most would say that the Black King is… well… something. An oddball among the Black Division. A cheery lad who controls one of the dangerous Division of the district and Arthur simply cannot fathom how Feliciano Vargas was given the position of Black King.

Especially when the Black King has to handle all matters relating to the worst of what humanity can offer. How can such a cheery, happy-go-lucky man who would always carry around food on him be considered as the Black King?

“Arturoooooooo!” Speak of the devil and the devil will come, or in this case the Black King running towards Arthur with his hands wide open and the expectancy that he will be caught. Behind him, taking leisure steps and carrying the tablet that holds most of the crime scene’s information, was the Black Queen Kiku.

Arthur immediately turned to the side, not wanting to deal with the affectionate King especially in front of the blood and guts of the victim. But he would be lying if he didn’t take comfort at the safety that he would feel whenever Feliciano would wrap his arms around him, rubbing their cheeks together and acting like they have been separate for years even though they live in the same house and Arthur woke up to Feliciano drooling on his pillow.

“Queen Honda.” He nods to the black-haired man who looked as serene as usual. The Black Queen was a friend of Feliciano foremost. He, Feliciano and the White King- Arthur’s superior- were childhood friends who took the same course in the Academy. “Good evening. You seem to have everything under control.”

“Queen Kirkland.” Arthur receives the same greeting but Kiku gives him a small smile, giving him the tablet. “Good evening. We couldn’t have done it with you and the help of the White Division.” Both of them were civil, he might even consider the other Queen a friend but right now they are on call and there are a lot more things to do.

One of which is to get the Black King off him so that they can proceed with the investigation. His partner was too distracted by rubbing the top of his head on Arthur’s chest like a cat marking it’s space. He pats Feliciano’s back, reminding him to stop less anyone would say they’re messing around.

“Have you talked to the White King yet?” Arthur asked, giving up getting Feliciano off him. The Black King stayed there with his arms hanging off Arthur’s shoulders and humming a song that Arthur heard earlier this morning. “One of our own had found more evidence in the master’s bedroom but we couldn’t proceed until you guys were here.”

“Luddy said that we can do whatever we want already!” Feliciano chirps, forcing Arthur to wiggle with him when Feliciano starts to sway back and forth. “The case has been fully given to the Black Division and I have Knights already looking around the place! Though I would like it more if you stayed over.”

This again.

Arthur takes a step forward, trying to escape Feliciano’s hold on him. “You and I both know that isn’t allowed.” It’s been a topic that they both had again and again ever since that Feliciano finds out that Arthur was eligible for being a Black Queen a few years ago before they even met. Before going to bed and shutting off the lights, Feliciano would bring it up again. Knowing that Arthur would rather go to sleep and take comfort in his warm body temperature against the cold of the night.

“But it can be changed!” Feliciano lets him go, flicking up the cap that is on top of Arthur’s head with a bright smile. “Please Arturoooo? Stay? You wanna know what happened right? Right?”

The urge to stay to know what happened to the victim… Feliciano knew how to make Arthur stay. He knew what Arthur wanted to do and how he wasn't allowed to do it because he was from another division. The White division was only there for cases that usually meet the headlines- not the ones that involved… more important people and needed discretion. As soon as the White King saw the signs, whatever those are, that the case is out of their hands then it’s time to call in the Black Division who will take over the case and finish it for them.

Arthur has always been curious about the Black Division. A mysterious group that functions differently from the White Division. To be an officer, you needed to be invited by the King himself. Recruits would beg and fight for just a chance to be part of the Black division and here, Arthur has the opportunity being handed to him with a silver platter and a sweet loving kiss from his partner.

But once again, Arthur stares at Feliciano. The King had his eyes closed and hands covered with gloves. His signature smile on his lips while the black uniform of his division remains stark against the color of his skin. Arthur never liked Feliciano wearing black, as fancy and handsome he may look like in those colors. It just brought back bad memories of funerals again and again and again, his brother holding his shoulder so he wouldn’t fall on the floor, the smell of smoke and fire- it was just bad memories.

“No.”

A simple answer to the question which has been hanging over their heads for a while now. The disappointment in Feliciano’s face made Arthur bite down on his tongue. He can’t turn his back on his own decision. It’s just not right.

“Not even if I’ll offer you the position of a Black Queen too?” The gasps of the crowd was less deafening compared to Feliciano’s voice. The question repeating again and again in his head and to be Black Queen is something else. His eyes move from Feliciano’s sparkling face to Kiku’s who stands there, a knowing look in those dark eyes.

It was planned.

But again, Arthur had to say no. Shaking his head with his lips pressed together grimly. No is no and it was simply that.

“Awww.” Feliciano knew his answer, it wasn’t the first time that he had asked this. Arthur doubts it would be the last and to comfort his disappointed lover, he made sure to roll his eyes a bit playfully before pressing a kiss good-bye. “Yay!”

“I’ll be home late,” Arthur tells him, fixing Feliciano’s uniform for him. “Don’t wait up for me and I’ll be sure to eat dinner by then.” Seeing another pout at the news that he might be too busy again, Arthur sighs before giving him another kiss. One last.

Or else they might get into trouble for public indecency.

“You’re going now?” Feliciano asks, tilting his head.

Arthur nods, gesturing to his officers and the King who were already waiting by the vans. “Need to go to write up the report. Promise you’ll stay safe?” Though he knows the King is the most protected Officer in the field, he still can’t help but worry.

Feliciano’s smile widens and he quickly takes a step back just before those arms try to wrap themselves around him again. “Boooooo! Fine! I will! Say hi to Luddy again for me!”

Parting ways has always been quick for them. The knowledge of knowing that they will always have a home to come home to at the end of the day is something both of them knows and treasures. Arthur nods to Kiku, trusting him to protect his partner and kissing his partner good-bye. It wasn’t too long before he joined the rest of the White Division.

“Tried to recruit you again?” His King asked and Arthur could only close his eyes, climbing up the van and agreeing with his silence.

What can he say? His partner tends to be quite stubborn despite people thinking he’s easily pushed to the side.

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“Must you poach another from the White Division?” Kiku asks, putting on a pair of sunglasses when they enter the dark room. Most of the officers give way to both Feliciano and his Queen and Feliciano thinks about it, humming rather carefree while his heels splashes against pools of blood.

There was almost no light, the only light came from outside and when the door was closed, it was covered in complete darkness. But no one screamed or panicked. Each Officer waited for a sign that would come from their King.

“And not just anyone but rather the Queen himself? Please my King, have some decency. To reach that certain rank in the White Division-” Feliciano interrupts Kiku before he can even finish.

The King went on his knees to look at the dead body. His humming stopped as he chose to answer the Queen. “He was evaluated 50/50 when he first came into the office. He can either go to Black or to White. Too bad I was too busy at that time to notice him first.” Feliciano, with familiarity in such a bleak and bloody setting, sweeps his fingers against the puddle of blood.

“He should have been ours in the first place.” He says it with a matter of fact voice and with careful motions, Feliciano stands up with a smile. “But that’s for a later discussion.”

“It’s showtime!~”

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EngIta Week 2022: Day 4

@engitaweek2022

Prompt: Magical creatures/fantasy

Pairing: EngIta

Word Count: 949

For Today

Feliciano never liked going down to Arthur’s basement. Although he held many doubts about his lover’s so-called “magical abilities,” Feliciano refused to go down there, especially when Arthur was working away on a spell or potion. It just had a cold, eerie vibe to it. But when he heard a huge bang, Feliciano’s concern for the Brit overrode his fear of Arthur’s “lair.”

“Arthur,” Feliciano cried, bursting into the room, “What’s going–” before Feliciano could finish his sentence there was another explosion accompanied by glittery, green mist. It made his eyes burn, forcing him to shut them.

“Oh God, love are you okay?” the concerned voice of Arthur called. Before Feliciano could reply, two firm hands grasped his shoulders, making him yelp in surprise. “Shh, it’s just me,” Arthur murmured. 

Feliciano rubbed his eyes, the irritation eventually subsiding. When he first opened them, his vision was blurry which sent him into a slight panic. After a few blinks and deep breaths, everything came into focus. He was met with Arthur’s bright green eyes filled with concern. Everything seemed fine until he saw two bunny-like ears peeking out over Arthur’s shoulder. Feliciano rubbed his eyes once more for good measure, only to open them and come face to face with a strange coloured rabbit with wings. The Italian screamed, stumbling back and tripping over a pile of books. “What the hell,” Arthur exclaimed, rushing over to his lover and pulling him up before he hit the ground.

Feliciano, disoriented from his fall and still in shock by what he was seeing, pointed a shaky hand towards where the bunny floated in front of him. Arthur’s eyes widened.

“You can see him?” Arthur asked softly, disbelief laced in his voice. 

“Him?”

The Brit turned towards the rabbit. “Mint, come here.” 

The bunny obeyed, landing in Arthur’s arms. Feliciano stared in awe, his fear melting away. He was still slightly confused, but seeing how Arthur knew this strange creature, put him at ease. Cautiously, Feliciano reached out, letting the bunny sniff at his hand before head-butting it. Feliciano let out a giggle.

Arthur laughed lightly. “I think he likes you.”

“Really?”

“Mhm.”

“Well I like you too,” Feliciano cheered, “Mint?”

“Well actually his full name is Flying Mint Bunny, but I’ve shortened it to Mint in recent years.” Arthur’s eyes shone as he began to ramble on and on about how he met Mint, all the strange creature’s likes and dislikes,  and most of all, how excited he was now that Feliciano could see him. Arthur suddenly gasped. “If you can see him, maybe you can see all of them,” he said. 

“There’s more?” Feliciano squealed. 

“Yes! Would you like to meet them?”

“I’d love to,” Feliciano replied, a wide smile spreading across his face.

And so, for the rest of the afternoon, Arthur guided Feliciano all around his house, introducing him to all kinds of magical creatures as they went. Their last stop was Arthur’s garden, which was buzzing with life. Fairies fluttered around from flower to flower, a young unicorn laid amongst some shrubs of lilacs, and a cluster of tiny dragons peered down at them from their perch in the oak that stood in the middle of Arthur’s backyard. “Have they always been there?” Feliciano asked, amazed by everything he saw. He had always described Arthur’s garden as something out of a fantasy world, and now, with such spectacular creatures scattered around the landscape, that description was even more fitting. 

“Mhm,” Arthur hummed, “I built this garden for them to give them a little taste of home when they come and visit me.”

“Wow. Who would have thought all of this was right under my nose.”

Arthur gave him a sad smile. “It’s a shame really. As far as I’m aware, my siblings, Lukas and I are the only ones who can see them. It sounds as though Kiku and others once could but…I mean it’s better that way. No one can exploit them if they can’t see them. But…It’s also isolating sometimes, and the ridicule from others can be wearing.” 

Feliciano’s stomach twisted at Arthur’s words. Though he never poked fun at Arthur outright, internally he did, thinking his lover to be slightly mad seeing these strange illusions. But they had always been real. “I’m sorry,” Feliciano said, head hung low. 

Arthur wrapped an arm around the Italian’s shoulder, pulling him closer to place a reassuring kiss on his temple. “Thank you, but at this point, I’m used to it. Now, how about some tea? Rose and Amber have always wanted to meet you.” Feliciano immediately brightened. As he followed Arthur back inside and into the kitchen, Flying Mint Bunny landed on his shoulder. Feliciano gave him a smile, scratching him behind his ears. Part of Feliciano feared that this sight might only be temporary. When those gloomy thoughts started to creep in he shook his head quickly. No, that didn’t matter right now. Right now, he could see all the magic Arthur always tried to describe to him and he was about to have a lovely tea party with his beloved Englishman and his fairy friends. Even if this was only temporary, when everything returned to normal,  Feliciano would still remember that all these creatures would always be there and that what most called delusions made by Arthur’s mind were real. 

“Love?” Arthur called, pulling Feliciano out of his thoughts, “Are you alright.” The Brit now held a tray carrying a teapot, a few teacups, and a dish of biscuits. “Si,” Feliciano replied, smiling brightly. Things may return to normal tomorrow, but today he had a tea party to attend. “We should keep the piccole bellezze waiting.”

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when feli had excitedly said yes to a magic show, he was expecting rabbits from hats, not abominations from summoning circles

@engitaweek2022

magical creatures/fantasy - 29th

[twstgabrielle]

EngIta Week 2022

Day 4: Fantasy/Mythical Creatures

Warning: Other than inaccurate descriptions of witch hunters there's really nothing. Unless you count being super mushy and soft.

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The dark streets of Venice were quiet save for the occasional muffled sound of music and people from nearby restaurants. The dark night sky was decorated with shining stars and a bright full moon as a small shape went strolling down the streets. The small form was that of a cat with strange curl and closed eyes. The feline made its way down the stone streets, sticking close to the waterways. It paid no mind to the restaurants it passed nor the people who were out this late at night. It had only one goal in mind and it refused to be deterred from it. Disappearing from the streetlights the white and brown feline continued on towards its destination, passing by many things until it finally started to reach the outskirts of Venice.

The cat let out a small meow of joy and began to walk faster than it did while in the city. After a few minutes of walking through the tall grass and being guided by the pale moonlight it finally reached its destination. There sitting before him was a house. The small little place had a large garden on the side of it, its brick walls covered in vines and flowers. Magic seemed to cover the place from prying eyes, like a curtain hiding it from the world. The windows were lit up with lights from the inside, and a lone figure passed by one of them. The feline let out a loud meow and practically ran towards the house. Reaching its old, oak door the small animal began to scratch at it, meowing as loudly as it could.

The sounds of footsteps approaching the front door could be heard inside before the large door opened up. Warm light poured onto the doorstep illuminating the small feline's body and the person's body.

"Ah, you're here! I was starting to worry about you, come inside you silly little thing. You'll get sick if you remain outside."

The person, a man said his tone short and welcoming. The cat let out a happy meow and quickly made its way inside. Once in the man shut the door and locked it. The inside of the house was full of different plants and old books as well as other little trinkets. A large fireplace sat in the living room and the kitchen was full of all sorts of books and pans and other things. The man made his way towards there giving the cat a look.

"It's a good thing you came back home at the time you did. I was just about to make dinner."

The man said his British accent coming through. The Brit went towards the kitchen island were a large cookbook already sat there waiting to be used as well as the ingredients. The man went to get started on chopping the vegetables, not bothering to look back at the feline he'd let inside his home. As he cut through the carrots and celery he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist.

"Ve~ I'm glad that I made it home then. I love helping you with dinner mi amore~"

A smooth, affectionate Italian voice spoke into his ear. The man shivered at the close proximity.

"Well.....yes it really was a good thing.....considering that I enjoy it as well...."

The man mumbled his pale cheeks turning a lovely rose color. The other man felt a smile come onto his face as he hugged the smaller man closer to him.

"You're really are too sweet for your own good Arthur. Makes me want to kiss you."

The Italian cooed as he began to nuzzle the other man, Arthur's neck. Arthur stiffened at the affection, his face turning darker as he tried to find a response.

"Oi, you can't just blurt things out like that-! It's distracting, I'm trying to cut the vegetables- FELI-!"

Arthur yelped as he felt the man behind him, Feli trail kisses on his neck. Feli seemed to not care too much enjoying the flustered reaction of his treasure.

"Feliciano Vargas so help me, if you don't cut it out now I'll hex you!"

Arthur said trying to sound stern but it was clear that the affection that he was receiving was making him melt. Feliciano gave another small kiss on his neck before finally letting him go.

"Alright you win mi tereso. I'll let you finish what you were doing."

Feli said leaning against the counter. Arthur seemed to flounder a bit before pulling himself together. With a small half hearted glare the Englishman continued to do his original task. As Arthur cut Feliciano began to watch him, obversing him. The warm yellow lights of the kitchen shined down on him, making his blonde hair look golden. Beautiful green eyes honed in on his hands, keeping a focused look on his cutting. Smooth ivory skin stretched over thin yet sturdy muscle and a sharp yet gentle face, decorated with light freckles. Thin hands worked diligently on their task, seemingly moving on their own. Feliciano couldn't help but get lost in the sight before him. Even after centuries of being with this man, the sight of him always took his breath away.

Feliciano could still remember the first time he'd ever met Arthur. The memory crystal clear despite it having been so long. It'd been during the medieval times of Italy and England. A time when people like him and Arthur were hunted for sport or burned at the stake. After all witches and mages and anything unnatural were condemned for being born that way. Feliciano had been caught by these witch hunters, forced into a small cage and left to wait in fear of his fate and impending death. The Italian was to be burned at the stake in a few days, having been found guilty of performing witchcraft. When in reality the young man was only a shapeshifter of sorts, a familiar with no witch counterpart. Feliciano had been so scared, stuck in his feline body and at the mercy of those who captured him. He was so sure he was going to die that day when a miracle had happened. The group of witch hunters had been attacked, destroyed by a small coven of witches and mages. And the leader of that coven was Arthur.

The Englishman had been one of the few magic users who refused to let their fellow witches and mages suffer. He along with several others had raided different witch hunting groups and set free those who had been caught by them. And it was during one of his raids that Feliciano had first laid eyes on him. He still remembered how awed he was by the mage, his green eyes fierce and full of magic and power. His dark forest green cloak blowing behind him in the wind, making him look even more rugged and otherworldly than he already was. Arthur hadn't wasted any time as he'd let Feliciano out of his small prison, allowing him to return to his human form. Gentle yet firm hands began to look over him for possible injuries.

"Are you alright lad? Did they hurt you?"

Arthur had asked concerned for the younger man's well being. Feliciano looked up at him and felt his heart skip at the sight before him. The sudden need to be with this wild and untamed mage with the kind green eyes began to overwhelm him and at that moment Feli had realized that he'd found him. He'd finally found the counterpart to his familiar magic.

"Tereso I will follow you till the end of time. This I swear."

Feliciano had said, sincere and not even bothering to answer Arthur's questions. The Italian was going to do whatever it took to keep this mage safe, even if it meant dying for him. Arthur had been baffled by him and at the beginning wasn't very nice to him. But as they went through their years together and had gotten to know one another Arthur had slowly but surely began to accept his companionship. And it wasn't long before the mage and the familiar ended up in an area that was less than platonic. For centuries afterwards they remained by each other's sides, and fell deeper and deeper in love with each other. The flames that burned within them refusing to die even after all those years.

"Oi, why are you staring at me like that?"

Arthur's voice called Feli back from his reminiscing. The Italian blinked and looked at Arthur seeing the concerned look on his face, his cutting all but forgotten. Feliciano gave him a small loving smile, touched by the concern even after all these years. Pushing himself from the counter Feli went to stand in front of Arthur, somewhat trapping the shorter man between him and the island. Arthur blushed lightly confusion in his eyes.

"Forgive me mi amore, I just got caught up in the beautiful sight that is you."

Feliciano said his voice smooth and low. Arthur sucked in a sharp breath his face once again turning red.

"Shush you smooth talker."

Arthur said his voice a bit flustered making Feli's smile grow. The Italian cupped one of Arthur's pale cheeks and caressed it gently.

"I only speak the truth. You are the most beautiful sight I've ever laid eyes on. Every time I look at you, from the moment I'd first laid eyes on you, I've fallen in love with you over and over again."

Feliciano said his face leaning in towards the shorter man. Arthur's face filled with a small look of affection and longing, his nose barely touching Feliciano's.

"You are the most sappest man I'd ever met. Yet I too feel the same way and I'll continue to fall in love with you till the end of time and even beyond."

Arthur said softly, shy and sincere. Feli felt his heart race at the words, love and affection welling up inside him. A feeling that would forever belong to Arthur Kirkland and to Arthur alone. Feliciano leaned in and Arthur went to meet him, their lips meeting in a loving kiss. The Italian sighed softly into it, pulling Arthur closer to him. Arthur's arms came to wrap around Feliciano's shoulders, melting into the kiss. It was magical, it was addictive to kiss the mage in his arms. Centuries of kisses shared between them and Feli could never get enough of them. The two continued with their kiss before finally pulling apart from each other breathless. Feliciano felt his breath catch at the sight before him. Arthur's lips were slightly red, his eyes dark and full of longing and love for him. His freckled cheeks a beautiful ruby hue that was only meant for him. The sight made Feli breathless, it made him want to keep the mage all to himself in every way possible. Before Feliciano could even think it through his heart spoke for him.

"Marry me."

Feliciano breathed making Arthur go wide eyed.

"W-what?"

The mage said his tone soft and shocked. Feli gazed at him, his amber eyes honest and full of determination.

"Marry me. I love you Arthur Kirkland, I have loved you for centuries and I will love you forever and always. I want to have you in every way that a man could possibly have the one they love. So please......marry me."

The Italian said his tone soft and full of devotion. The Englishman stared at him, his gaze filling with tears and overwhelming love for the man in front of him. Letting out a wet laugh Arthur pulled Feliciano back into him.

"You're crazy, absolutely off your rocker. Bloody hell yes, I'll marry you you absolute insane yet sweet man you."

Arthur said choking slightly through his happy tears. The Englishman let out a gasp as Feliciano picked him up and twirled them around, kissing every part of him that he could. Arthur let out a small laugh at the kisses before grabbing his cheeks and pulling him into a proper one. Feliciano kissed him back his heart full and his entire being singing with unbridled love and affection. He was going to marry the man who held his heart. Marry the mage who saved him all those years ago and who stuck with him for better or worse. Arthur Kirkland was his completely.

The mage and familiar remained like this, forgetting about dinner completely and getting lost in one another. They'd always be with one another till the end of time, and they wouldn't have it any other way.

*Fluff makes the brain go bleh shshshdh. I surprisingly had a somewhat difficult time with this one considering that the one story I've got going on involving fantasy is still ongoing and I lowkey don't wanna put all of my possibly good ideas out yet lol. So I went with a Mage Arthur and his Familiar Feli. There wasn't much magic in this other than the magic of love and sappiness shsgsdehdhs. I apologize if this sucks lol. Anyways if any y'all read this I hope you enjoyed it!!! And here's prompt four @engitaweek2022!!!*

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"Aren't you curious about the unknown? To meet what you have yet to meet and see what you have yet to see?"

day 4 - magical creatures/fantasy

@engitaweek2022 hi hi hi! it's me again XD day four with fantasy AU that is vaguely inspired by me walking around the backyard and almost tripping down on a rock XD

But yes! We have flowerblossom!Feliciano who is messing around with huntsman (not witch!) Arthur who seems to be super sick of having to deal with the pranks that the forest seems to give him. Decided to just let the huntsman and the fairy fall in love and live together you know- except with a twist! As usual! I just like the aesthetics of magical forests and faeries even though I know they're extremely dangerous XD

AO3 LINK: here v-v

Arthur has been receiving gifts lately from an unknown admirer. Not that he minded. His “admirer” isn’t that quiet when he drops all the gifts in the bedroom. He knows that flutter of wings anywhere, it would accompany him whenever he goes deep into the Forest in search for rare herbs to sell to the local Witches or if he just wanted to walk around and document whatever it is he sees. It was a familiar presence, not an unwelcome one. The gifts were just a bonus.

When he asked about it, the faery only shook his head. Flower petals going everywhere as Feliciano defended himself. Arthur almost felt bad about it because Feliciano burst into tears the moment he did. The question not even leaving his lips completely and then he had a brawling faery on their knees and holding him tightly.

“It’s not me! It’s not me! I didn’t do anything! Why did you think I did it? Are you going to bring me to court?” He cried, holding onto Arthur’s pants. “Please don’t send me away! I didn’t do anything wrong! I promise!”

He wasn’t sure how Feliciano managed to lie to him about it when both of them knew that it was him who was leaving the gifts outside the windowsill. A client commented on it, telling him about the courtship of Faes and how they tend to shower gifts to their partner. Build a home made out of the most beautiful things and create a haven meant only for the two of them. Arthur was simply fascinated by the topic.

Feliciano was… courting him? Him- Arthur, the small hunter who decided to run away from the big cities with royalties and nobles to live out here in the middle of nowhere. The nearest town was miles away and would take a day or two to go there. When he moved to his little cottage in the middle of the Forest, he never knew someone was already staying there.

And that someone would end up as someone he loved and cherished. Only if Feliciano would notice that his feelings were reciprocated in the first place. But noooooo, they have to go through this absurdly complicated courting that makes everyone run around in circles. Arthur- though he is one for politeness and rules- would rather skip everything and tell Feliciano that he likes him the way Feliciano likes him.

Except he was informed that would be seen as rather rude.

The first time it happened, it was a single blossom that a friend identified as something extraordinary. A flower that only blossoms in the presence of a dragon’s blood- and not just any dragon but the Thorn Dragon whose body is decaying deep into the Ciyian Forest. It was extremely hard to get, something that only the bravest of hunters can get.

It doesn’t wither, it doesn’t die and it would continue to live on as long as you put it near light- even a candle light can suffice. Arthur keeps it near the edge of the house, in this room where the walls were made out of strong magically-imbued glass and no matter the seasons, he can always see the sky and let in the sunlight. He converted it into a garden after seeing that the old owner of the cottage only used it for sunbathing. Breaking tiles and making sure that there were adequate water sources.

The flower was the first thing in that garden and as days and months went by, it only grew. With every little gift he finds by his windowsill, he adds it into the garden. For good measure, he even added a comfortable couch that he had custom-made for a particular faery’s sleeping habits. It was a small haven filled with life and flowers, trinkets that were so fragile being put up in glass cabinets that he had carved runes behind it to make sure that it would never fall down.

It is his pride and joy.

But it wasn’t just his little haven, he noticed. Just like now, a good year or two after the first gift and the vines of another tree that was gifted to him already crawling up to the ceiling, he hears the familiar flutter of wings descending down from the glass door he had attached to the roof. Counting in his head, Arthur hides his mischievous smirk in favor of tightening his grip against the hose.

It was early morning meaning that he just received his brand new gift. A pair of sparkling green earrings capable of glowing under the right temperature and carrying a spell in each gem it has, it was the same color as his eyes. However even with the gift, Arthur’s morning isn’t complete without a friendly morning visit from the local Fae.

His days in the forest are quite… mundane. Much more ordinary than what people might think when he tells them that he lives most of his days now with magical beings. From his watering and Feliciano by his side, asking the flowers how they are, to the breakfast that Feliciano already whipped up beforehand and they would have it together. They basically do most things together and Arthur had received comments that maybe they just should get together.

That’s exactly what he wants, thank you very much.

Looking down at his wrist watch, a small smile lit up his face. Right on schedule. He hears a crash and a loud squeal before a shadow goes over his head.

“Be careful on that-” and another crash, then a groan and Arthur cannot help the snicker that leaves him. “On that.” He puts down the hose, shutting it off with a twist of his wrist and turns around. Hands on his hips, boots covered with mud with a hairband on his head, pulling up his bangs to make it easier later on, Arthur Kirkland shook his head at the sight of Feliciano draped around on the sacks of soil he had delivered yesterday evening.

Wings flutter in a daze and it is a little bit hilarious every time he sees this happen. Mostly due to the amount of flower petals Feliciano can give off when he bumps things. It follows him everywhere and Arthur was more than happy to collect them. He had a collection of bookmarks created from Feliciano’s petals and more than once, he had shown it off to people willing to listen to him about the time Feliciano… so on and so forth.

“I told you to be careful.” He raises a finger to poke Feliciano’s soft cheek. The faery made no move to rise from the sacks and just laid there listless. “Why are you in such a rush today hmm? What happened to the graceful Feliciano~” He can’t help but tease even further, watching as his companion finally raised his head to pout.

With puffed out cheeks and teary eyes, Feliciano reached out for Arthur to take him. “Arthuuuur, pick me up please?” Arthur raised an eyebrow at him. “I can’t move.” He threw in puppy dog eyes for good measure, making Arthur let out a sigh of exasperation.

“Be more careful next time.”

Faeries have hollow bones, Feliciano explained it to him once. It was because it would be easier for them to fly if their bodies weren’t as heavy as a human. He didn’t like it when Arthur compared him to a bird but he did like it whenever Arthur decided to pick him up easily. Just like what he was doing right now. Taking Feliciano’s hands, he pulled him off the sacks and braced for another body hitting him because this is Feliciano he’s talking about.

A hugger, a fierce one at that, and someone that just likes to mess around with people which is perfectly in-line with his fae behavior. It was a bit of a shocker for Arthur to be greeted every morning with a hug but he doesn’t mind.

“Vargas Ultimate Hug Attack!” Arthur takes a deep inhale, struggling not to laugh or topple down when the moment Feliciano was pulled up, the faery decided to tackle him. Arms wrapping around Arthur’s shoulders and legs on Arthur’s waist, Arthur rests his hands on his thighs for balance.

The shriek of laughter that Feliciano released made everything better, brighter in a way that made Arthur slowly release his breath slowly. Exhaling and taking his time to take in the scent of spring and honey. Until he realizes it was rather quiet. Too quiet for a giggly Feliciano and he leans back, staring at the blank face of the fae.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, a bit worried.

Feliciano took a moment to answer. “Your… earrings….”

Oh. The earrings. Arthur smiled softly, so he even noticed them. “Like them?” He asks. “It’s today’s gift from my admirer. I thought it would be really nice to bring it out as soon as possible.” But the truth is really simple.

He just wants to see how Feliciano would react to it.

“They suit you! Like really really suits you! You look nice- I mean pretty- well not just pretty but beautiful! You’re absolutely stunning with those earrings.” Feliciano praised, tugging on Arthur’s sleeves to put him down.

“Just when I’m wearing them?” Arthur can’t help but add and to his absolute delight after he puts Feliciano gently on the floor, the faery freezes once again.

Feliciano turns around, going near the patch of marigolds by them and knelt on the ground. “...No- you look gorgeous and stunning every day and night.” The tip of his sharp-pointed ears tinge red and Arthur sighs, feeling heat rushing to his cheeks.

Taking his place beside Feliciano, watching as quick fingers scattered magic all over the flowers to help them grow, Arthur leans his body to the faery gently. “You’re beautiful everyday too.”

And ridiculously cute.

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