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No Winter Lasts Forever Masterpost

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Meeting at the carnival

Sorry this was so late! Classes and papers kept me down from writing. To @fuckyes-formulas

It’s over 4,000 words so it’s a long one. (Though I did have a longer one but I felt like this was the better one.) 2pAmerica x 1pCanada  

  Looking up from the map in his hand, Matthew’s lilac purple eyes observed the gathering crowds of people in the entrance area of the carnival, impressed with the outcome, as well as at the tents and the rides that could see home his spot on the edge of the grounds used, all wonderfully loud and bright, with lights and colors. Resembling a city of rainbows, stand tall and proud in its entirety. The blonde had just purchased his ticket and was about to head in, moving with the flow of the crowd when he noticed his brother, Alfred, had disappeared from his spot beside him.

  “A-Alfred??” Matthew said, looking around in confusion, surprised that his brother had just upped and disappeared on him, just as they had gotten their tickets.

  After a quick observation and conclusion that Alfred wasn’t out anywhere here, the area located between the parking lots and the fair, Matthew decided to move into the outer edge of the actual fair. He hoped Alfred hadn’t go too far in, that he wasn’t walking around deer and deeper into the place. That would be making finding him more of a nightmare then it already was.

   Taking a deep breath for both courage and strength, Matthew stepped into the moving mass of people and let it carried him in.

  He slipped and moved past people like a fish in a river, agile and swift, avoiding being pushed and shoved thanks to his strange ability to be invisible. When at least he was in the actual fair he side-stepped to the calmer, less crowded areas where the back of some of the stands were located. Quickly he pushed his glasses father up his nose while his eyes scanned the crowds for his brother, which proved difficult given how many people there were. It was like looking at a box of colorful Legos. You could look at the whole and miss smaller pieces, but if you focused too much on the smaller ones you can miss the other’s. It was ironic given how childish Alfred could be.

  “Alfred…come on, I told you to stay near me!” Matthew said out loud to himself, his voice being swallowed by the constant thrum of other sounds coming from all different directions. His patience was fraying as he stood there, sometimes glancing at his phone to see if his brother had sent a message or tried to call him.

  The only reason Matthew was even here was because of Alfred’s promise that the he would get pancakes for three weekends straight if came here together! It involved eating the carnival style food and going rides that made him uncomfortable, staying for as long as his blue eyed American brother wanted, and to listen to all his talk being fearless. ‘He could have at least kept his side of the bargain…and not left me.’ He thought, standing there like a lost child, arms crossed over his chest with an expression that told other’s he didn’t want to be here. “I swear you’re it a 5-year-old trapped in an almost grown man’s body Alfred…’ He thought. If he had to wait any longer he’s going to security to report a lost child, making sure to emphasis the child part.

  As he stood there, thinking over what to say to say that would embarrass his brother the most, he felt a firm but sharp slap to his shoulder, causing him to squeak loudly despite the noise around him. “Dude! Guess what I found!!” Alfred said.

  Swiftly turning around, Matthew saw his brother smiling cheerfully and holding what looking two sticks of something triangular shaped and deep-fried. “Alfred! First, don’t sneak up on me! And second, I told you not to walk away from me, so why did you do it?? And third, what in the world are those??” His hand was over his heart as he inspected the unknown food, noting the sheen of grease on them and the gentle curling steam coming off the pattering coating.

    Alfred took a bite of one of the unknown objects and handed the other to Matthew. “They’re deep fried cheesecakes! And I didn’t sneak up on you! You just have the hearing of an old man and have the reactions of a rabbit.” He said, earning him a glare, before continuing. “And I had to go bro! These things are supposed to be super good! And cause they’re super good that means they’re super popular, so they would have sold out if we just stood there!”

  ‘Super popular huh…?’ Matthew looked at the stick of supposed cheesecake with a little worry before taking it with nervous fingers. He didn’t feel reassured when he took a sniff and was unable to detect any scent coming off it. “Alfred…you shouldn’t have.” He said and contemplated tossing it while the other’s back was turned. But…since Alfred did wait in line for them, he should at least try it…and hopefully not die on the spot.

  Taking a deep breath, he brought the golden-brown food to his lips and took a bit, his teeth breaking the crispy surface as the bizarre, creamy warm texture of the cake touched his tongue. Stand there, chewing the food, Matthew felt shivers run up and down his spine, a warming for him not to take another bite if he knew what was good for himself. It took all of his will not to make a face right there and to chew and swallow. The things he does for his brother.

  His hand gave a few pats to his chest, to make sure the food went down all the way and not back up, before handing Alfred the stick with the rest untouched. “I don’t think this is the one for me Alfred…” Matthew said, instantly feeling a burning in his stomach as the back of his mind told he shouldn’t have had it.

  Alfred shrugged. “Suit yourself. There’s more where this food came form!” He said, and took the remaining cheesecake and devoured it quick as lightening in front his brother’s eyes, like a hungry beast.

  After both pieces of food were devoured they made their way deeper into the carnival. As they strolled onwards they were meet with music from the stands and speakers scattered around that drifted in the air and the streaks of delight from people on rides above them. “Where should we go first?” Matthew said as he pulled the map out of his pocket, opening it with a rustle and crackle of paper.

  They both studied the map, noting any new rides and ones that were still in operation on the colorful piece of paper and talked over which ones would seem good to try, taking into consideration the lines that they could see and the time it would take to wait for them. After a bit of discussion, they decided to go on the nearby pirate ship themed swinging ride, with a decent line given the thrill factor of about a 4 or five out of 10 on Alfred’s personal scale.

  As they walked up the elevated wooden path to the ride, Matthew felt his stomach revolt from the previous ‘treat’ he had, a burning sensation below his chest that rolled and coiled like a spell. Placing a hand over it in a futile attempt to lessen the feeling, Matthew looked up at the sky in an attempt to take his mind of it.

  The bustle of the fair around him filled his ears as he and Alfred stood in line, making him feel as if he was in a different world. Leaning against the wood railing Matthew looked at the sky and quickly noted how few stars were shining up there in the black velvet sky. With the fair so illuminous it wasn’t surprising. There, standing in the line, he wished that a few could shine as bright as the artificial lights around him. At least the moon’s white and celestial surface hadn’t been diminished at all.

  While he gazing up, pretending to listen to Alfred’s talking while he did so, he felt a sickly feeling roll down his body like a wave, making his body shiver lightly as his mind became aware of what was happening. The wave getting bigger by a fraction. ‘Great…not an hour in and I’m already feeling sick.’

  Lowering his gaze back to earth, Matthew looked at the abundance of food stands nearby to see which ones sold water or soda, briefly focusing on one before moving on the next. Looking for anything really to help the storm in his stomach.

  A few unsuccessful stands later Matthew found his eyes landing on an almond and pecan praline stand a few dozen years away. His purple eyes looked at the signs hanging on the small rolling cart, determining if this was where he could get his refreshments. As he did so, his eyes drifted over to a man standing next to the said cart, who so happened to be staring at him with eyes like burning coals.

  The intensity of the stare made Matthew blink, surprised that someone would outright be staring at him. Was he looking at him or someone around him?

  Feeling bold Matthew pointed a finger at himself, a silent question that, if this person was indeed looking at him, he would answer. Not a moment later did he get his answer in the form of a nod. And what looked like a smile.

  Matthew’s heart jumped instantly. ‘Me? Why would he be looking at me? Do I have something on my face?’ He wondered. But before he could figure out this conundrum Alfred was pulling his arm and dragging him to the ride, forcing him to look away from this mysterious man, and bringing back the feeling of sickness in his stomach. This was not what he had planned coming here… *Short time skip*

  Both brothers headed down the descending walkway off the pirate ride. One walking with confident strides, while the other the other in slow and uneven steps.

  Matthew’s face was angled towards the ground, a precaution should his feel an overwhelming urge to throw up like he did not too earlier on the ride. It took some kind of intense will deep inside of him to not have thrown up on any of the poor and unsuspecting people on the ride. But now that the motion had stopped around him, it continued in his stomach. The going was slow, his steps slowed by the fear that too much movement would cause a spinning in his head that would trigger his nausea, while his hand clutched the railing as a way to feel some control over his body.

  He would have given anything to not feel this way, would have done anything for some water, or a soda, to cure him. Looking up, Matthew had expected to find his brother waiting impatiently at the end of the ramp. But, fate wasn’t on his side. He didn’t see him there, or any other place that he could see from his positon. “God, damn it…Alfred, I’m going to kick…your…” The words died on his lips, the result of him turning his attention to anything other than his stomach brought his symptoms back like a wave. But what hit him first was a lightheadedness. And then everything was fading.

  He had the strangest feeling that his ears were being stuffed, as sound grow muffled and distant, and ink like spots covered slowly spotted his vision, making him blind and helpless. With a groan his legs crumpled under him.

  He thought he would have felt the wood railing, or maybe the planks under him as he fell over, but instead he felt nothing. Or rather, he didn’t at first. A moment of utter darkness later, he heard a voice calling out to him.

  “Ah…Al…fred…?” He whispered as he tried to open his disobedient eyes. He heard the voice again, saying something. Something to him. He tried to move again, but the command didn’t connect with his body. As if he forgot what the meaning of it meant.

  “….do…ll….you…..hear…?” It said in some strange distant, as if someone had taken his ears and hid them far away, so the sounds took longer for him process the words.

  A few moments later, or what felt like moments to him, Matthew began to regain some of his senses. He saw lights that could only be coming from the fair glow in front of him and shapes that were the legs of people standing around him.

  He felt something touch him, on his forehead he thinks, as he heard that voice again. “Hey there, don’t worry we’ve got you.” It said to his left. Groaning a little Matthew tried to move his head to locate the voice. “What…? Uh…” He said as his regained a decent amount of sense. He knew his body was on its side, and that he was on the ground away from the major flow of the crowds.

  “Don’t move too much ok, just lay there for a little bit.” The voice, a man’s, said above him this time, speaking softly to him, right by his ear. His body shivered from it, the movement alerting the man above him. “You feeling cold?” He said and placed a hand on Matthew’s brow to feel the warmth of a sudden fever.

  The warmth from the fingers felt like a brand on his forehead, and he was sure his glasses were fogging up. He lifted his head up and peaked over his shoulder, just to see who he was talking to.

  The man, or should he say young man, was crouched next his form on the ground, wearing a leather jacket over a gray shirt and jeans with boots. Matthew didn’t know who this person was…but he felt familiar. Another man, this one taller with a head of some somewhat long dark blonde hair stood next to first man who had auburn locks, was asking his partner some questions. ‘Oh man…oh man, what happened?? What did I do??’

  Matthew wished he just stayed unconscious, to save himself the embarrassment of the looks people were giving him, curious but nosy as they tried to find out what happened to him. He passed out, he didn’t know how long ago, but he did. And he felt sick too, but they must have already known that, given that he was on his side. He looked at them, the two young men, and noted a strange resemblance.

  It must have been his mind playing tired tricks on him.

  Taking a deep breath, he spoke up. “Um…who are you?” Matthew said, his voice quiet and unsure. The two turned their heads as they heard his voice and stared at him, studying him and thinking. The dark blonde spoke first. “He’s talking, that’s good.” Then the other, the auburn one, added “I thought he had a fever, but I think he was just in a little shook. You feeling ok? Do you feel like you’re going to throw up?” He said, his near glowing red eyes taking in his pale face.

  ‘That stare…wait a minute.’ “I saw you earlier!” Matthew said and pushed himself up, making the tan skinned man jump to grab him. “Whoa hang on there, don’t move so much. And yeah, you did. I was the one you waved to.” He said and gave Matthew a smile, remembering the moment.

  His mind was relieved to know that, but his heart beat firmly in his chest. He was handsome to say the least, with a strong jaw and high cheeks bones and wavy but short auburn red hair over ruby red eyes, all of this pulled together with the sunglasses sitting atop his head. ‘Drop dead gorgeous was more like it…’ He thought, staring openly at the man. Noticing that he was being looked at so intensely, the man gave a smirk that could make Dracula’s heartbeat. “Is this payback for when I was staring at you?” He chuckled, his eyes never leaving Matthew’s. “Sorry about that by the way. I noticed that you were a little sick in the face as I was walking by you and that other person, and I wanted to make sure you were ok…but I don’t mind the staring.~” A wink brought a dusting of red over his pale cheeks. Was he in some kind of perfect dream? How did a man like this…wait, no! He just met him! There’s no reason for him to be making doe, or stag, eyes at him! But…god damn was he a catch. His voice made him forget what he was going, like some kind of spell from a wizard.

  The man took Matthew’s silence as a cue to keep talking. “My name is Al by the way. Allen, but you can all me Al.” Again, that smile that made his heart prance like a newborn fawn.

  “Allen…” He whispered, trying the name with his tongue like a flavor of ice cream. He liked the sound of it…and the taste. Cleared his throat to sound like he had more confidence when he really did, Matthew looked into Allen’s eyes. “My name is Matthew, Allen. And thank you, for helping me. I’m sure I looked ridiculous there at the walkway of the ride exit.” He said as the screams of delight from the said ride rose in volume.

  Allen blinked and shook his head, making the strands of dark red hair shimmering in the light. “It’s not a problem. I just kinda jumped up to help really.” He said and helped Matthew into a sitting position, it being apparent that he wasn’t going to pass out for a second time. Hopefully. “Well, it was still kind of you.” He said. Even if this was just a small conversation as he was being looked after, it still made him nervous. He wasn’t the type to chat with an attractive person. “Aw, well, it’s not every day you get to carry a cutie like you.” Allen said with a confidence that could rivaled his brother’s. His words confused Matthew for a moment. ‘Carry?’

  Now it made sense. Why he didn’t feel a throbbing in the back of his head. Allen…had caught him before he could hurt himself, and carried him like a prince or a hero to safety. Being carried…if the scene in his mind was as true to the real thing, he would have been curled protectively against Allen’s chest, being held and carried by the strength he possessed with his muscles. The warmth he would have felt…his head right near his heart, the beating in his ear…it made him feel like such a perv.

  But Allen didn’t see it that way. He didn’t even mind when he saw the blush grow from a pink to a red right before his eyes. And he could have guessed what Matthew’s thoughts were, but he didn’t want to say. Not yet. Instead began to talk to him, asking about him and who he was with, what brought him to the fair, what he liked to do for fun, and other things. After a little bit, the small curious crowd left, along with Matt after a brief exchange of words.

  He wasn’t sure how long it was, but they just sat there, like two kids in the dirt talking about anything and everything. Slowly the burning in his stomach began to fade, and his shaking limbs stilled. He felt so comfortable there talking with Allen that he was even touching his shoulder a few times, when he talked about the stuff he and Matt did together. The only thing that felt different was his heart. It’s beat made him feel alive, the flutters when Allen gave him a smile, to the deep, aching ones when his eyes wandered over his body at random times. It was just…nice. And if this was the result of coming to the fair for him, he’d go every night. Just to sit there and smile with Allen.

  Sometime later a voice cut through the background, almost like a wail, as Matthew and Allen sat there. “Mattieeeeee! Bro! No don’t die on me, please!” The voice said and the small crowd parted to let a teary blue-eyed blonde through as well as the man that had been standing next to Allen, following close behind with his hands in his pockets, calm and cool. “Found him…” He said, his voice deeper and more rough then Allen’s, and his eyes that peaked over his sunglasses were a darker purple then his own.

  Alfred nearly shoved his savior away in order to pull him into a hug. His tears fell like rain down his cheeks and onto his and Matthew’s clothes, making him a sight to behold, shaking and sputtering incoherent words as well as ones he could just barely understand. Matthew gave him a few pats as he was hugged, happy that his grip wasn’t as rough as it normally it. But it would take a miracle for him to be released.

  “I’m sorry! I’m sorry I didn’t know you were feeling sick! I thought you were just being a sissy and I didn’t see you follow me from the riiiiiiiide!” His wails and cries grew more intense with every word, which touched Matthew’s heart in a way. Except for the sissy part. That just made him want to huff. He tried to run his brother’s back to calm him but only managed to awkwardly rub his shoulder with his arms pinned between their chests. “Alfred, it’s ok. I know you forgot me, but I’m alright now. This man, Allen, you should be thanking him.” Allen, who sat with a bit of distance to avoid the downpour, perked up. “Me? I mean…I just carried him to a spot where he would get hurt.” Allen’s face had the faintest bit of red to them, making his face lovelier then it already was, in Matthew’s opinion.

  Alfred looked over at the man, his nose running and his eyes as watery and blue as the sea, and threw his arms around him, pulling him into a hug of gratitude and saving his thanks over and over. “Dude, Allen, you saved my bro! You’re such an awesome hero! Just…you saved him! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Now that he was freed Matthew took a moment to breath properly as looked over at the rough man with the violet eyes. “How did you find him? He must have been impossible to spot with the crowd.”

  The man, named Matt, just shrugged his shoulders. “I’ve camped a lot, and hunted a little bit too. I know how to find things and people. Plus, Al gave me a description. He said ‘He looks just like him. And he’s loud and will freaking out if he’s realized he’s gone’.” ‘An accurate description if there ever was any’ Matthew thought as he watched the two similar looking men, Alfred trying his best to keep hugging Allen while being politely pushed away, like a cat and dog trying to play together in a way.

  “Hey, why don’t you take Matthew to the first aid area. Al might have learned some skills in this stuff, but he’s not an EMS.” “I never said I was one! I would have said I’m studying to be one. And for your information I am Matt! Next semester!”

  Allen said but understood the message hidden. That to save him, he’d have to make sure Matthew was really ok. And that meant sending them away. ‘…it’s now or never.’ He thought sadly, knowing he’d have to leave his new friend. But, if the plan worked…

  “Alfred, can you do that for us? Matthew hasn’t gotten sick, but he did pass out. And he should get an OK from the professionals.” He explained as saw Alfred gain some control of himself, wiping his eyes and making a determined face. “Got it! Come on Mattie! I passed by the first aid before I came back!” He said and turned his attention to his brother who was watching quietly. Carefully he helped his brother to his feet, the face and thoughts in Matthew’s head going unnoticed.

  Matthew looked at Allen, worry and sadness flickering over his facial features. “Allen, wait, you guys aren’t coming with us?” He said, the hope of the other two coming with them was clear. His handsome ruby eyed hero shook his head, his own sadness touching his features gently. “It’s best we go. Alfred will take care of you ok?” His hands reached out and patted him down, getting rid of the dirt and dried grass from his clothes. It was a mercy, to have him close. ‘It might have been a short time…but it would have been nice to have gotten closer to him.’ He thought.

  Some force must have been at work, because Allen paused in his cleaning of Matthew to look at his face. His face as set in a neutral expression, as if he was weighing his options. They stared at each other for a few moments. Moments that stretched longer then they felt as Allen so causally brushed him. When their eye contact broke, Matthew felt a little dazed. Like…a message was passed between them. Or a request.

  Allen wanted Matthew to trust him.

  His face changed as he looked to Alfred, giving him the typical ‘it was nice to meet you’ deal with his signature smile. Matthew stood there waiting. His heart was heavy but nervous as he watched them. With all the good byes said, Alfred and Matthew began their walk to the first aid stand, both young men waving to each other a final time.

  Alfred’s hand was on Matthew’s arm, holding him just in case he felt dizzy. But he wasn’t thinking of his stomach, or of his previous fainting ordeal. He was thinking about Allen, about what he meant by trusting him.

  “Hey, Mattie, what’s that in your pocket.” Alfred said as they walked in the crowds, his free hand pointing to his brother’s jean pocket that contained a small slip of paper with a number, a name, and a couple of words written on it.

   “Hey Doll, miss me~?” It read.

[narcoleptic-hymn]

Groundhog Day

This is a prompt for the word: Groundhog day. Sorry this is a bit late. My computer decided to corrupt my files, so here’s my redo of the ending again. Credits for having to do some research on this topic, and honestly, I haven’t ever seen the movie Groundhog Day and actually just had to wing the rest of whatever happened here. Hope you like it!

Prompt: Groundhog Day

Paring: 1pAme x 1pCan (AmeCan)

Warnings: None. Fluff though.

Word count: 1659 

For: @setting-it-off

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It was only a few months into the cold inches of spring when Matthew decided to take his visit to the frostbitten state of Pennsylvania, taking his relaxing time outside a small coffee shop during slow streets filled with sheets of ice. He couldn’t afford to go anywhere much warmer like Cali; he was only able to snag an unfortunate break period of three days since his boss put his request as the last priority again.

The thought of returning to work was tiring to him, and Matthew sighed while taking a sip of his coffee. He shouldn’t think about it right now, not when he was supposed to relax. The heat swirled into the frames of his glasses, fogging them up like the many times they had been within the last few hours.  

After he had finished his ‘breakfast’, he started off in an aimless direction, mostly just deciding to leave his phone in his pocket. It was close to dying, as the idea of charging it was completely overtaken by his post-airplane flight exhaustion. Matthew didn’t really feel that he would be lost too far out into the countryside if he just stayed where there were people who could see him. That, and his phone could probably last itself at least a few more minutes before he could find a charging station.

Adjusting his beanie to cover his ears, he threw away the empty cup of hot drink and stuffed his semi-warm hands from the coffee into his pockets. He then set out with his boots crunching into the trodden snow sidewalk with bare trees dripping water over his head.

Crowds of people that were grouping among the streets were minimal at first, and Matthew didn’t take much notice to the numbers. He chose instead to look through the early morning windows with the smells of baked goods and freshly made products behind clean glass displays. He was tempted, yet forced his feet to walk beyond the open doors. He forgot to change his currency at the airport again. Violet eyes had barely aimed themselves on a fluffy loaf of bread that was let out for everyone to see before he ran into a woman, who had been standing still, from just behind her.

“S-Sorry!” he declared meekly, feeling his heart swell with embarrassment. The woman herself didn’t respond nor really turned around to apologize. Something common, which wasn’t a surprise. But he looked up further to see the vast amount of people who were all crowding around what looked like a ginormous event that was clearly defined by the podium that was elevated on a large stage.

Matthew squinted, craning his head upward to what he was seeing.

“Ladies and gentlemen to continue this celebration…” a blaringly loud voice sounded. It sounded so muffled; the speakers themselves were not that great. The announcer kept talking afterward, yet he couldn’t quite understand what he was saying due to mic peaking several times when he spoke.

At the front of the entire audience was a group of men all dressed in black suits and top hats, all who looked like they were about old enough to be grandparents. The one who was speaking, also dressed in that attire, instead had a younger voice, one that implied that perhaps that he was only about 20 or so.

Instead of speculating, Matthew instead opted to press pass the bystanders so that he could arrive closer to the podium. No one, again, really noticed himself going through the crowds with ease.

From what his poor eyesight was able to make out, he finally saw the sign that was displayed above the announcer reading ‘Gobbler’s Knob: Home of Punxsy Phil’. He furrowed his eyebrows, still not quite sure for himself still on what this event was supposed to entail. He didn’t think he could remember an American holiday that had the word ‘Phil’ in it.

“—need a volunteer. Excuse me, sir!”

Matthew blinked, looking up when he saw that the announcer on the podium himself was staring right at him. He felt like a deer in the headlights, zeroed in on for one of the rare few seconds he ever lived through. His eyes were the bluest he had ever seen.

“Me?” “Of course you!” the young man laughed loudly as he gave a gesture to for him to come closer. The hand he extended had a black leather glove on it. “You’re the only one I see moving through everyone, yeah? Get up here!”

He felt a blush flew into his cheeks at the sudden call out. Heads turned to him as if it were only now that they had noticed the tall man parting his way through to the front. They made room for him, and Matthew felt more embarrassed than ever. Being volunteered for something he wasn’t sure about. That was, until half way up the small staircase he noticed the large animal that was currently sitting on the podium blearily blinking at him. Was that a groundhog?

“Um,” began Matthew, only to then get interrupted by the excited American as he continued his speech. It was a lot better to hear the voice next to him.

“I’m going to have to ask you to hold Phil here.”

“Phil?” Matthew asked.

“Yep. You look like a strong fellow.”

“B-But–”

Without further argument, the large (and honestly quite light) animal was placed into his arms as the old men in tuxedos and top hats around him began to clap, stepping back as the camera men and news outlet video cameras began to start coming near them to take the pictures. The young man whistled, looking away from the cameras briefly to look at Matthew awkwardly standing there.

“Wow.”

“…w-why am I holding this…?” Matthew asked out nervously enough just for the man to hear him. The crowd behind the cameramen also began to snap their pictures, and Matthew only got the chance to glance at the man’s nametag before he was blinded by several lights.

Alfred F. Jones.

‘Alfred’ then went to put his arm around Matthew’s waist and smiled as the cameras began to direct toward them. Matthew had no other choice than to follow suit, giving the best smiles he could for the pictures.

When the flashes started to diminish, he then gave Matthew a raised eyebrow before going over to whisper to him.

“…don’t tell me that you don’t know who Punxsutawney Phil is,” Alfred said suddenly as he gave Matthew incredulous look. “Haven’t you seen the movie Groundhog Day? Even that could’a clued you in.”

“…not really, no.”

Alfred raised his eyebrows. “Oh man.”

The men then handed Alfred a small piece of parchment paper rolled in by two freshly cut branches like a scroll. He winked at Matthew. “Hold on up a sec.”

He stepped up to the podium once again, smiling as he began to continue his speech. Alfred gestured his head when he looked at Matthew, implying for him to come over and stand next to him, and he did. With that settled, Matthew tried to keep his eyes on Alfred to avoid having to look back at the crowd. But instead of feeling relieved at looking at Alfred, what he said next what was what Matthew thought was the most ridiculously cringe-worthy statement he had ever heard.

“Here ye, here ye! Now on this second day of February, before one of the largest crowds in our history of Ground Hog Day, Punxsutawney Phil has awakened from his burrow to arrive to tell us the great news!”

With his gloved hands, Alfred took the time to ‘unroll’ the scroll out, tucking his mic under his armpit to do so before taking it out again. Phil wiggled within Matthew’s arms, but the Canadian just tried to bite his tongue to prevent himself from laughing.

“Phil says: ‘This winter has come to an end. There is no shadow to be cast, and an early spring is my forecast!’”

The crowd erupted into a cheer, while Matthew himself started to break when the noise covered his chuckle. Matthew put Phil right back onto the table. The other older men began to take hold of the ceremony once again, while Alfred then went to escort Matthew back down to the audience.

“Your name is Alfred, right?” Matthew wiped his eyes as he said the next statements quietly. “That was cute.”

Alfred, meeting his gaze, just winked once more. “Stay here afterwards, okay?”

“Uh…alright.”

Matthew blinked, keeping in mind to stay in his place until the crowds finally dispersed themselves into the town once again. The men themselves went to then go into the crowds, allowing the kids to have a chance to see Phil up close. And when everything thinned out, Alfred returned to him with a more normal look to his outfit; a North Face jacket with a beanie topped with earmuffs. Red, white and blue aesthetic. Matthew spotted him quickly and went to him.

“Hi.” started Matthew.

“Hi,” Alfred extended a hand, still smiling. “Like the performance? Because honestly if it weren’t for the kids, I probably would have laughed half way through it too.”

“Well…it was a nice performance anyway. I haven’t really ever looked at Groundhog Day as being a big a deal as it is.” Matthew shook his hand. “It’s Matthew.”

“Matthew,” Alfred breathed, air visible right between them. He smelled like fresh cigarette smoke and slight mint toothpaste. “…well…since it seems like you’re new around here, why don’t I show you around?”

“…u-uh…well you don’t have to.”

“Nah. But I want to. And I’m also probably going to get your phone number after this. Because you seriously look like someone I’d like to get to know.”

“A-Ah?” this caught Matthew off guard. “My phone…it’s not…”

“Is that a yes then?” Alfred’s grin couldn’t have gotten wider. Matthew blushed. “…fine. Just get me a portable charger. And you’re paying.”

“Awesome~”

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Bunnies

((This is for the Prompt : “Bunnies”, and it is a bit nsfw. I know it’s not exactly my *best* nsfw work, but with one word, I can only do so much, you know? I hope you don’t mind that I did indeed take a few creative liberties xD))

Prompt : Bunnies Pairing : 1p2pAme Warnings : Nsfw, sexualization of the Easter Bunny, swearing. Human names used. Allen = 2p America Alfred = America Word count : 1,199 For : @kirani56 ________________________________________________________________

April is an odd month for Allen.

Yes, this year in general has been odd, sure, but April really hits home for him.

First, there’s the consistent storming. He’s already had to replace the wipers on his windshield twice this year, and he knows it won’t be the last. Why Alfred decided that Washington was a great place to settle down was beyond him, but he supposes that’s just like him: odd. But he loves him, so he lets him get away with a bunch of things.

Second, there’s the fact that April is Easter ‘season’, apparently, and everyone who is anyone has already decorated. Everybody is already planning cookouts, and vacation trips to other states, and Allen and Alfred are the ones stuck behind because they’re still new to the state.

And finally, since they are new, he’s had to start up at a new job, and it’s kicking his ass. Working as a veterinarian has its perks, of course. He loves working with animals, and he adores the feeling he gets when he’s able to help animals feel better. It’s just that he has to deal with stupid humans, and he didn’t think that through when he went to college for this.

So yes, Allen is stressed. April has been horrid to him, and honestly, he wants it to be over already- he wants summer, and he wants the clouds to go away. He misses his old home. But alas, April has just begun, for it’s only the 14th, and it’s a Friday.

For him, Fridays mean coming home to Alfred cooking dinner. It means wrapping his arms around a warm, soft waist and pressing soft kisses to that tan neck that smells like wheat and chocolate. It’s cuddling inside on the sofa and watching the tv until they make their way to bed. It was like his own personal Heaven after a day full of Hell from humans.

But the moment he steps into their little shared home, Allen doesn’t smell the familiar scent of food on the stove or in the oven. He isn’t greeted to the sound of Alfred’s singing like he usually is. Though, he can hear the sound of music coming from deeper in the house, and it’s enough to let his feet guide him to it.

What’s odd is not the fact that he’s not greeted with what he’s normally greeted with, it’s what he *is* greeted with that gets him. A trail of colourful, plastic Easter eggs. They lead him all the way up the stairs and down the hall until he’s standing in the doorway of his and Alfred’s shared bedroom, looking in and to the bed, where he sees a sight he’s never even fantasizes about.

There, laying face down, chest to the mattress, ass in the air and tilted towards the door, is one of the hottest Easter bunnies that Allen’s ever laid eyes on. Alfred has on white heels and lace thigh highs, a bit of makeup, and more appropriately, a pair of adorable white bunny ears, and what appears to be a fluffy white bunny tail to match. Though, of course, it seems to be held onto what he can only assume is a plug, so all he sees is that perfect bubbled ass surrounding a white fluff ball of fur.

Apparently he now has a new fantasy.

“Fucking shit- *Alfred*…” He can hear himself speak, but lord, it’s like he’s having an out of body experience, cause it takes him little to no time to make his way over to his fiancé, his hands going for his bum, easily giving it a big squeeze as Alfred moans and giggles a bit.

“I thought you might’ve needed a visit from the Easter Bunny to help get in the festive spirit..~” Came his velvety southern voice, and fuck, he knows he’s done for.

“I believe you’ve thought right..~” He can feel him pressing his hips back against his as he slips off his tie and makes work of unbuttoning his white shirt. Once that’s pulled open and the sleeves are rolled up, he’s making work of grinding against that beautiful, fat ass of his, loving the way it squeezes out between his fingers and bubbles up every time he grinds his hips against him.

Already, Alfred is sighing sweetly, grinning a bit cause he *knows* how easy it is to rile him up, cause Alfred turns him into a beast without even trying. “I think I need a bit more help though..” He adds, going along with whatever this is. Alfred’s now his beautiful bunny, and he’s perfectly alright with that.

“Anything- I’ll do anything to help ya..~” Are his magic words.

Kneeling down now, Allen’s dark hands spread out his arse a bit, his teeth already biting into a plush thigh where the thigh high squeezes just a bit out, making it very easy for him to mark up his skin as his free hand grabs the fluffy tail and tugs lightly.

It’s certainly in there, no doubt, so it’s easy for him to pull it out just a bit before pressing it right back in, stretching him out more and more until his angel is a breathy, panting mess. His bunny is so gorgeous like this, moaning out just for him.

After a bit more of his teasing, however, the redhead finally does show a bit of mercy, and when he finally tugs on it one last time, he does so fully and tosses the plug aside, fascinated by the way Alfred’s hole slowly retracts back to a slightly more normal state. It doesn’t last for long, cause not even a minute or so later, his tongue’s replacing it, tasting sweetened lube.

He can feel him try and clench on his tongue, but he doesn’t stop. In, out, in, out, and back in again, over and over. Suck, rim, press in again, repeat. Allen knows for a fact that he’s talented with his tongue. And Alfred knows this, and easily relishes in it, making sure to practically ride his face and suffocate him as he wails and cries out.

Allen can’t exactly breathe correctly right now, but he can hear those moans for him, and it only serves to edge him on, his hand wrapping around his partner’s cock with ease and squeeze lightly, pumping him in time with his tongue movements.

This is obviously the last straw for his bunny, cause it’s not long after that he’s choking out against the mattress, calling out Allen’s name with a sob as he grinds against Allen’s face, his body shaking violently with the force of his orgasm. And Allen’s right there, holding him up and tongue-fucking him through his orgasm until he knows he’s done.

When he finally pulls back, Alfred is able to collapse a bit, but he’s right there again, holding him up easily and pressing his still very hard erection against his ass, relishing in the weak whimper it draws out from his American angel. He grins a bit.

“Come along, my little bunny, it’s time for the big bad wolf to fuck you like the needy rabbit you are..~”

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Blossom

For @heartoffawn who wanted cute Orchard romance, I hope you don’t mind the lady loving!

It was easy enough to hear the knight following her, the clank of armour sounding with every step. Amelia covered her mouth to stifle a laugh as she scrambled up an apple tree. Her stolen breeches made it a lot easier than if she had been wearing her skirts and even though the bark dug into her hands, she continued to climb. From the top of the tree she could see the whole orchard, the sweet scent of apple blossoms filling the air, a cool breeze sweeping her hair back. These were the days that she loved in spring. When the flowers bloomed and the air was clear. They hadn’t had a cold snap and she hoped that the wouldn’t, it would be a pity to lose this harvest. Over to the South, the castle stood, gleaming in the bright air, and she wrinkled her nose a little. What was the point of sitting inside doing embroidery on a day like today?

To the East, the white of apple blossoms faded to the pink of plums and peaches. She was about to shimmy her way down when a voice called out,

“Princess?”

Well, the game was up. Sliding down to the trunk of the tree, crouching down in the basket of it’s branches with twigs caught in her hair, Amelia sighed, looking at the knight who had been sent to find her. There was a smear of pollen on her cheek, and a bee buzzed around her face for a moment before deciding that there were richer flowers higher up.

“Yes?” she sighed, “I really don’t want to go back.”

The knight paused, seeming to consider the request. Tall and imposing, the black armour with its silver trim seemed harsh and out of place in this soft springtime world.

Amelia bit her lip, tucking a stray lock of hair back behind her ear, not sure why she was so nervous, she could always run off before the knight grabbed her.

Eventually, the knight raised gauntleted hands to their fearsome helm, pulling it off and letting out a cascade of long red - blonde hair.

“It’s a big orchard,” she said at last, tucking her helm under her arm and looking around at the trees. “It might take me a while to find you.”

Amelia was so caught up in staring at her would-be captor that she could barely register that she had just been granted a pardon. She was tall and pale, her features strong and eyes fierce. She was beautiful and Amelia could feel the heat staining her cheeks.

“Don’t you want to stay with me?” she asked before her brain could fully catch up to her mouth, “I mean,” she scrambled, “If anyone else was to find us then you could say that you had just caught me and were taking me back? Besides, shouldn’t I have a chaperone?”

The knight didn’t answer. Her expression was serious and unmoving and Amelia blushed harder. “Please?” she added hopefully, a last resort.

“Alright. But I’m taking you straight back after.”

The princess beamed, grabbing the knight by the hand and tugging her deeper into the orchard. “Thank you! Thank you, thank you!” she laughed, mood instantly lifted, “This way, I want to show you my favourite tree!”

–

“So what’s your name?” Amelia asked, chewing on the bread that she had nicked from the kitchens on her way out in a most unladylike fashion. “You know mine, it’s only fair.”

The knight raised a brow from where she was sitting on the grass beside the princess, her long legs stretched out in front of her and her back to a large apple trunk. “Maxine,” she said at last, the word coming out as a sigh. “I prefer Max.”

–

It was a dusky pink evening, warm with the promise of summer but cooling quickly as winter let everyone know that it hadn’t left just yet. Amelia had pollen and freckles on her nose and was looking decidedly happier than she had done this morning, a blossom caught in her hair.

“Max,” she said, turning and stopping suddenly inside the castle gates. The knight had yet to put her helmet back on and she looked a little surprised. Before she could answer, Amelia had leant up on her tiptoes and kissed her cheek. “Thank you for today,” she said, her whole face flushed as she let go of the knight’s hand and scampered back into the castle.

–

Max stared at Amelia and Amelia stared right back, her cheeks a little pink but her chin tilted up with determination.

She wasn’t wearing pants today, but her dress was appropriate for outside wear and there was a picnic basket over one arm.

“I thought it might be easier if we took an actual lunch this time instead of me stealing bread from the kitchens,” she gave a sheepish smile. “And don’t worry, dad okayed it so you won’t get in trouble for being my escort today,” her smile brightened considerably when instead of giving a verbal reply, Max held out her arm for Amelia to take and relieved her of the basket.

–

Out by the tree that Amelia had proclaimed was her favourite, Max was lying in the grass with Amelia braiding a crown of daisies into her hair.

The princess was focussing on her fingers and making sure that the braided crown was neat and the flowers were evenly spaced. Because if she met the eyes of the knight who was gazing so intently up at her she felt her heart might stop entirely.

“So I was thinking, the spring festival is coming up and I was wondering if you might like to go with me,” she swallowed, tucking in the end of a braid. “As a date, I mean, not like an escort. You know my dad’s been much more relaxed since my brother fell in love with that prince nextdoor. So I’m sure it wouldn’t be so bad if we went and-” she was babbling now and staring at her hands which had stopped moving.

“Amelia,” Max had moved up, propped up on her elbow and lips parted. And very, very close. Amelia was frozen, lips parted as she stared back, watching Max’s eyes close and feeling her own do the same as a hand cupped her cheek, chapped lips touching hers just for a moment.

“Yes.”

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