Summary: Once again, it is that time of year. The time for interns to survive endless coffee runs and the most meaningless tasks foisted upon them for the amusement of their superiors.
It is time for the Internship Games.
Notes: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA NARCO LOOK I MADE SOMETHING WOW OOOH AAAAH
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Summary: There must be more magic in this world than just fairy tales and myths.
A/N: FOR @thenarcolepticone , HAPPY BIRTH MY DEAR
Of all the kingdoms in the world, Spades was the one with the highest number of successful marriages between the royals. Whether they were lovers before being crowned, fell in love through an arranged marriage, or just became good friends without romance, the royal lineage was filled to the brim with happy, or at least satisfied couples. So when the news came that the crown Prince of Spades would be taking a Queen, all eyes were on who would be selected to take his hand. Prince Alfred had never shown much interest in anyone at all before, be they maidens or even other men. The lad just didn’t want romance, and this had most of the public taking bets with one another on what would happen should a marriage be arranged for him.
Would he fall in love at first sight, like King James the Just and his Queen, Aria of Diamonds? He could possibly just be good friends with his chosen match, much like his grandparents, King Alphonse and Queen Mellani. The third bet among the common folk, and the one that had gained the most popularity, was that Prince Alfred had a secret lover that he would reveal sometime soon, unable to accept being forced to marry another. The scandal! It was the talk of every barmaid and innkeep across the land.
Unfortunately for all their bets, the truth was more dull. Prince Alfred just wasn’t interested, plain and simple. His parents had thrown countless parties among noble and foreign folk alike, introducing him to eligible bachelorettes and bachelors from across the four kingdoms. No one had ever caught his eye, not even once. It was enough to drive his parents up a wall, the way he dismissed all of their picks with hardly a glance. It didn’t help that Alfred was always in the royal library, looking up nonsense about the age of court wizards and asking countless inane questions about why no one had a magic counselor anymore. Every time, his parents would brush off his questions with a simple ‘wizards no longer exist’ excuse.
That explanation just never felt good enough to Alfred.
It wasn’t until he was nearing the deadline that was his 18th birthday, that he stumbled upon an old map tucked away in the binding of a fairy tale book. The map gave detailed instructions on how to find an ancient wizard’s tower within the Spades Kingdom, a place where all supposed magic users in the kingdom got sent before they became a danger to the crown. At least, that was how the fable went anyway. It could be a hoax, but how was he to know unless he went to see for himself?
Under the guise of going out on a hunt, Alfred galloped away, the map tucked in his jacket. It wasn’t hard to lose his royal escorts, and the guards were all too used to his free spirit that most of them shrugged it off and decided to wait in the area. He always came back, after all, and they weren’t currently at war. Confident that he was not being followed, Alfred rode off into the woods, following this map to the letter. He had to try and be fast about this, as his guards were sure to notice he wasn’t coming back by the time the sun began to set. That gave him a solid half a day to get far enough along on this trail that they wouldn’t find him. He hoped.
This map had some cryptic writings as directions, but it wasn’t anything Alfred couldn’t decipher. He had spent a long time scouting out these woods, as well as studying maps of his Kingdom. None of the maps ever mentioned the wizard tower directly, but a lot of the landmarks from this map were definitely familiar to him. As he found the first landmark, a rock shaped like a dragon’s claw, Alfred reflected on what his parents had told him of their plans. His impending marriage was weighing heavily on their minds, as well as his own. It wasn’t his fault that everyone he’d ever been shown was just so... boring! Since falling in love with and marrying a commoner wasn’t as easy as the story books made it out to be, he would likely end up having to settle for someone he would merely tolerate. Apparently, that meant a marriage of power between Spades and Clubs. There was no way in hell he would ever marry someone from that frozen waste.
Alfred had been so engrossed in his thoughts, that he’d nearly missed the second landmark. The old stone obelisk was a war memorial from hundreds of years ago, yet it still stood tall amongst the great oak trees of the Spadien forest. Of course, it was covered in moss and vines, but someone always made sure to come out here and clear the foliage away from the plaque.
‘Unto ..... we mustn’t tread, for fear of unearthing former dread.’
“Huh... it’s missing a word, I wonder who defaced it? Guess when i get back i should have someone come repair it. If anyone knows the words anymore.” Al muttered to himself as he rode on, studying the map closely.
The next landmark he had to keep an eye out for was going to be the old Spade’s palace ruins. Ancient stones of a time long long forgotten, Alfred wasn’t even sure how old they were. None of the books in the library knew either, that’s how old they were. If their own historians and researchers hadn’t found them a few years ago, it would have been almost impossible for Al to even spot them. Apparently they had been absolutely covered in assorted flora and fauna, the only visible section looking almost like the remains of a cottage. Because of how inconspicuous that arrangement of stone was, no scholars had ever even guessed that the remnants of an old palace had been in the area.
The camp ahead told Alfred all he needed to know. It seemed that a lot of scholars remained in the area to continue their studies. There was so much to discover, and one report he’d read mentioned that not even half of the ruins were even uncovered yet. Some speculated that they stretched across much of the forest itself, buried partly underground. It was all so fascinating to Alfred, but his parents never let him come out to see the dig sites. If only he’d been born with the option to become a scholar instead of a Prince.
Slipping past the campsite as quietly as he could, Alfred made sure to refer to his map again. The location of the wizard tower wasn’t far off now. He honestly wouldn’t be surprised of the tower itself was just another section of these palace ruins, the fairytale being used to fluff up the myth about it all. That sounded about right. With a sigh, Al glanced around the woods. Lush greens and vivid blues vanished into darkness in all directions. The trees out here were some of the oldest and most sacred in the kingdom, many of them as tall as the guard towers back in the city. About to turn around and give up on his search, a sparkle among the leaves to the North caught his attention. It could be another camp full of scholars, or maybe some hunters in the forest searching for game to sell the pelts of, or it could be nothing at all and he was just seeing things. None of those thoughts stopped him from pressing on to investigate it.
Before long, Alfred came upon a grove of thick bushes. That was odd, he could have sworn the path looked clear when he was further off, yet suddenly all these prickly bushes blocked the road. Since his horse refused to move forward any longer, Alfred was left with the options to either turn around, or to move forward on foot. Stubborn as he was, Al decided to press on, but not before he steeled himself for the pain of getting a bunch of thorns in his skin.
That pain never came.
As he stepped into the thorn bushes, they didn’t touch him. The plants instead dissolved away, revealing what he had been looking for all along was exactly where the map had said it was. A large tower, almost as tall as the ancient trees surrounding it, stood before him in all of it’s magical glory. Those bushes had been an illusion! A magical illusion! Magic was real and he had finally found where all of the mages in the kingdom had gone!
Aaaand they had also found him. Shit.
While Alfred had been basking in this revelation, a group of people, all with magic wands pointed at him, had managed to encircle the young prince. He was certain that they were all ready to kill him, but an elderly voice froze them all in their tracks.
“Stand down, young ones! Our guest mustn’t be harmed!” An elder wizard, the kind that all the fable and myth books had described, stepped towards Alfred with a hand extended. “A pleasure to meet you, your highness.”
“Wait, you know who I am?” Alfred questioned, surprised that even the secluded old wizards out here knew who he was.
The wizened old man shared a hearty laugh, shaking his head with the fondness of a grandfather watching his grandkids at play. “I’ve known you since you were very small, young man. I have been waiting for you to stumble upon our little safe haven for quite a while now.”
Confused, Alfred allowed the wizard to explain, listening to him intently as he spoke. “I am Bazol, the caretaker of this tower and all its occupants. From those whose parents had abandoned them for fear of their gift, to those who had sought me out of their own accord, just as you have.”
“So you’re saying that you teach some kind of wizard school here..?” Alfred tried to wrap his head around it all. “I mean, this tower is practically a city itself, a miniature kingdom within a kingdom!”
“That was the idea, when we were first banished here many years ago.” Bazil paused to cough. “All magic users would be sent here to protect the kingdom. All four major kingdoms have their own towers, all meant to keep history from repeating itself...”
That had Alfred’s mind reeling. There was no talk of magic in any history books he’d ever read, not even the oldest they had! Of course, even those were only a few hundred years old, since many library texts were apparently lost at some point. Alfred now had doubts on how true that excuse was.
“I can see that you are having trouble believing me. Your father had similar troubles when he sought me out, many years ago.” Bazil chuckled to himself, leading Alfred inside the tower. “Perhaps my own grandson would be willing to enlighten you himself. He pours over those historical texts nearly every day.”
“You have a grandson? Who likes history?” That had Alfred very intrigued indeed.
They moved into a new room, a library of sorts, with books piled high in stacks all over the place. A lot of them looked ancient, though there were a few here and there that seemed to be more recent in their printing. It was almost as if the old texts of the royal library had been moved here! That would certainly explain how they had so many, despite being secluded.
A figure in a black cloak was hunched over a book in the corner, a teacup in one hand. Tousled sandy blond hair stuck up in all directions, as if this guy had just gotten out of bed mere minutes ago. Piercing green eyes soon met with Alfred’s own blue, and he felt frozen in place almost instantly. He’d never seen eyes so beautiful in his life, so alive with knowledge and understanding of things Alfred could only dream of comprehending. They were absolutely beautiful.
Closing his book, the grandson stood and bowed. “Prince Alfred, I presume? My grandfather told me to expect you at some point in the future, though he enjoys being cryptic and not giving exact dates, even if he knows them.”
Holy shit, that voice. Alfred struggled to think of a response, his cheeks tinted a nice pink color as his views on romance made a huge one-eighty. In the end, he only managed to stare dumbly and blurt out, “Holy Jokers, your eyebrows-”
Not much more came out of his mouth after that. It was like an invisible hand was holding his mouth shut. It took mere seconds to realize that this was the work of magic, if the wand pointed at him was any indication. Angry green eyes stared into his very soul. Beautiful.
“What was that about my eyebrows?? They are perfectly normal!” The young wizard huffed out as he crossed his arms. “My name is Arthur, if you even cared to know, and I am the resident expert on all historical texts.”
Alfred really wished that he could speak right now, eager to chat about history with someone who was so interested, just like he was. The magic Arthur had used, however, prevented him from doing much more other than offering an excited nod of his head. The action seemed to please Arthur, who beamed with pride as he began to rattle off facts about the Spadien monarchies from thousands of years ago.
At some point, Arthur’s grandfather had left them alone, and the spell eventually wore off. Not that Alfred gave a damn. He was far too preoccupied watching Arthur’s lips move and taking in all of this information that was new to him. When Arthur began nearing the last few hundred years, however, Alfred noticed some stark differences with what he had learnt in all his own studies.
“The Great War was an awful affair. My grandfather remembers it well enough, as he was just a boy when it happened, but these texts fill in any gaps in his memory with first hand accounts from countless soldiers and frontline wizards-” Arthur paused for dramatic effect, “-until they were all banished! The Royals of the Four Kingdoms, as well as all of their court wizards, decided it would be best if magic was never used for war again. However, an agreement could not be adequately reached, until my grandfather’s mother came up with the idea of these mage towers.”
Alfred leaned forward, listening intently as Arthur continued the tale. “You see, no Kingdom wanted any other to still have mages living amongst the people, for fear that one may plan in secret to magically attack another. So the towers were selected and all known mages were sent into seclusion, able to freely practice magic amongst ourselves without fear or persecution.”
A frown graced those pale pink lips, Arthur running a hand through his own hair. “It has been four generations since mages were free to roam about... many of the younger members of the tower have been scheming. They want to try to take the Kingdom over, and I’m sure they aren’t the only ones thinking this way. If mages went against non-magic users in an all out war, there is no question that Spades would fall into their destructive hands.”
“What can i do to prevent that then?” Alfred finally spoke up, looking determined. “There’s no way I would ever let anything like that happen to my Kingdom, but there has to be a way to resolve this without such conflict.”
Having been listening to them from outside, Bazil stepped into the library to offer his own advice. “I propose an arranged marriage. The Prince of Spades... and the grandson of the Master Wizard.”
Arthur squaked in surprise. “Grandfather! That’s ridiculous!”
The offer had taken Alfred by surprise as well, but he soon caught on. “You’re like a miniature kingdom... this would be a marriage to unite them!”
“You catch on fast, young man. Arthur, would you be willing to marry this boy? To free us all from this tower?” Bazil placed a hand on Arthur’s shoulder, a gentle smile on his face. “You can say no if you wish.”
Expression unreadable, Arthur seemed to be mulling the offer over in his mind. The anticipation had Alfred on edge. He couldn’t help it as he blurted out, “I-I think you would make a perfect Queen!”
The room fell silent, tension building in the air between the three of them. Arthur had met Alfred’s eyes in surprise, searching his face for any hint of a lie. Face red as the binding of a freshly printed book, Alfred held his breath. He had never thought of himself ever having a romantic partner, but Arthur changed something within him. This was someone he could have endless chats with about the many books they have studied, not to mention he could do magic! If there was ever a chance of Alfred finding love, this was it.
Arthur held out a hand, almost shyly. “I suppose... there are worse things I could do with my life.”
Holy shit stick, he said yes! At least, Alfred thought that was a yes. Probably was. Maybe. Bazil seemed to think it was, which was proof enough for Al! The atmosphere of the room settled, a nervous excitement taking the place of the tension from before.
Bowing low and taking Arthur’s hand to place a kiss upon it, Alfred couldn’t help but grin.
Summary: Queen's Day is celebrated around every 15 years. Chessverse.
A/N: CHESSVEEEEERRRRSSSEEEEEE AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH it's 3 am I wrote this in one sitting and didn't beta it HAVE FUN
“Your highness, the people are growing restless...” Came the nervous voice of a servant girl from behind a set of ornate doors that led to the Queen’s chambers.
It was within that room that Arthur Kirkland, the current Queen of Ebony, was anxiously trying to flatten his hair. Why was he so nervous? Well, with the near constant war between the Ebony and Alabaster Kingdoms of Chess, it had become tradition to replace the Queen every 15 years. Being the currently most skilled warrior in the Kingdom, Arthur had been chosen as the next in line to defend his King, until he should die or someone should surpass him in skill. Not that either was likely to happen. Or so he told himself.
It wasn't unheard of, for a Queen to be kept a second 15 years, but it certainly was a rarity. Alas, that lies in the far future. Now was the time for Arthur to make his appearance as the next Queen, and finally meet the King he was to defend. Their last King and Queen had fallen in glorious combat, thus were two fresh faces newly chosen. One from a line of royal blood, and one of raw power. It was unusual for there to be two royals revealed at the same time. This would be a Queen's Day to remember for sure.
Stepping from his chambers, Arthur looked quite regal in his black vest and suit jacket. His attire was entirely black and gray, but that was tradition. Of course, said traditions didn't stop him from adding a bright green brooch to his vest. A little plain for his tastes, but he would customize his wardrobe further at another time. Right now, the people wanted their Queen.
Following his guards towards the balcony, Arthur could feel something was off. There was a static charge in the air, a feeling he normally had in battle. Hand moving to the sword on his hip, Arthur felt he was prepared for anything.
Nothing could have prepared him for this.
His King lay dead on the ground, and the guards escorting him were soon cut down. A clash of steel could be heard as Arthur whipped out his sword to meet his assailant's. The man wore a black cloak that covered most of his body, though Arthur could see the white shoes of the intruder peeking out from under it.
Yelling as he thrust forward with the sword, Arthur was all geared up to fight, but he hesitated. His opponent had lowered their sword, letting their guard down unexpectedly. Curious, Arthur took this time to try to get an answer out of the assassin.
“Who are you?A Rook of Alabaster? Or a skilled Pawn?” Arthur kept his sword at the ready while speaking. “Or a fucking traitor perhaps?”
His questions were met with laughter. Loud, obnoxious laughter the likes of which Arthur could have sworn he'd heard somewhere before. By the time it clicked in his mind, it was too late. There was a cloth over his mouth, and the world began to grew dark.
“Fret not, beautiful, you'll still be a Queen.” One could practically hear the smirk in that voice. “All is fair in love and war, right?”
Eyes heavy, Arthur clutched at the cloak, trying to tug the garment free. He managed to knock the hood off, a glimpse of blue and blond being the last thing he could remember.
Days later, Queen's Day in the Kingdom of Alabaster was the talk of all Chess.
Arthur Kirkland, Traitor to Ebony, was the new White Queen.
Rating: T (idk I hardly remember what I wrote so this is to be safe lmao)
Warnings: I think language, usuk, ukus
Summary:
A/N: Lmao Ju this makes 3 fics in a row for you I think. <3 Not that I mind, keep 'em comin. @not-aph-england
The life of a punk rock star was exciting, but exhausting. There were never ending lines of fans wanting to meet him, The Arthur Kirkland, and even more who wanted to date him. Of course, once he came out on a talk show, the amount of people had only increased. From gay men to women claiming they could ‘make him straight’, and nearly all of them in it for fame or money. Perhaps he was just destined to be alone.
Of course, he hadn't counted on their drummer jumping ship to get married, leaving himself and Kiku out one man for their group, and only a few weeks before their next tour! He also hadn't expected to go to the wedding, but he wasn't so spiteful that he'd spit on a former band mate's happiness. The couple truly seemed in love, something he could only ever dream of. Oh, those could make good lyrics.
Arthur began scribbling on a small memo notebook he had stashed in his pocket for just this type of occasion. The chair next to his screeched as someone sat down next to him, but he paid it no mind. It was possibly Kiku, or maybe even their ex-drummer Gilbert. No, not Gilbert, he wouldn't have started talking to him while he was in the zone like this. Or maybe this stranger was talking to someone else? He couldn't be bothered to care right now. Once a hand touched his shoulder, however, he cared immensely, and was perfectly prepared to tell this stranger to fuck off. He couldn't help but choke on the words as his eyes we soon swimming in blue, wheat, and gold.
Good lord, he had known that Gilbert had a few friends in high places, but this was too much! It took Arthur more than a few moments to register that he was still being spoken to.
“Hellooo? Are you alright man?”
If Arthur was a star, then the man before him was a galaxy. It was The Alfred Jones, the biggest name in country music! N-Not that Arthur would know anything about him or have his face plastered all over his many embarrassing dreams late at night. Of course not. Never.
He had to respond now, didn't he? Oh shit, what would he say? Before he could get a word out, Alfred beat him to the punch.
“You're Arthur Kirkland, right? The singer?” Alfred asked, his smile blinding.
Oh god, he knew. Arthur composed himself and offered a slight smile. “Guilty as charged. I don't even need to ask who you are, Mr. Jones, do I?”
That had the country star laughing, his eyes sparkling in mirth. “Naw, I suppose ya don't. Must be plastered on every billboard from Tennessee to California. I heard you'd be here, and I just had to meet ya myself.”
Alfred had to meet him? Oh no no no, it had to be a mistake. Perhaps he was looking for Gilbert? Wait, now that Arthur thought on it, Gil’s husband looked familiar. Alfred continued talking when Arthur was silent, filling it easily.
“My bro is gettin hitched to your old drummer, huh? Kinda sucks that Matt made him settle down, I told him it was kinda mean to just cut him off like that, but I also kinda understand how hard it is to date someone who's on the road all the time.” Alfred met Arthur's eyes again and winked. “All my ex-boyfriends have said as much.”
Sweet baby jeebus, was Alfred insinuating something? Wait, had he said brother?? Ah, that would explain the familiarity. Before he could answer, Alfred's phone went off and he excused himself for a moment. Before he made it away, however, he noticed something that had him quite intrigued. It was a photo of himself, tongue out on stage with the mic in one hand and his other hand was giving the audience a piece of his mind. He remembered that from his very first album cover, and here was Alfred Jones, THE Alfred Jones, waving it around as his phone's lock screen. Now that was interesting, and also quite flattering.
If it was true anyway.
As soon as Alfred came back, Arthur snatched the phone. “I knew it! I'm your lock screen!?” He exclaimed as soon as he could confirm it, a flush on his cheeks.
Alfred's own face was red now as he whispered. “You weren't supposed to see that. Ohmygod...”
There was a long silence between them before Arthur decided that he would be the one to break it. If Alfred had him as his lock screen, that had to mean something, right? The man was bisexual too, if he remembered correctly, so asking him out wasn't going to be too far fetched.
Gathering his wits, Arthur spoke. “I don't suppose... that you would like to go out for drinks sometime?”
“How about coffee tomorrow morning? We can get drunk now at the reception.” Alfred winked at Arthur again, sending a shiver down his spine. “My room is at this hotel anyway.”
“That sounds perfect.”
A mere year and a half later, Arthur still found himself on Alfred's lock screen. A new photo taken every day.
Summary: Arthur sends his nudes to his physics professor on accident.
A/N: This fic is all thanks to @not-aph-england thank you for getting me to write again LOL
“Finally.” Arthur breathed out a sigh of relief as he finished his physics essay.
It had honestly been one of the worst and best decisions he had ever made, to take physics on his graduation year. Whether or not he passed or failed, he would still walk out of this Uni with his degree in Marine Biology, so he figured a third class to help break up his schedule would be a nice change of pace from his thesis paper. Now he questioned why he had ever taken it.
The class itself wasn't terribly difficult, but he had issues here and there. Okay, so he had a lot of issues, who knew that physical science was so far off from biological science? Somehow this was just the basics too! He immediately sought out a tutor for the class, at least wanting to give it his all. If he decided to go back for extra degrees, it would be some nice padding. Trying something different and all that.
The only true blessing of this class was the professor. A very young one at that, though he was still likely older than Arthur himself. At 26, Arthur would soon leave here with his Doctorate. The teacher, no matter how baby faced he looked, had to at least be in his early thirties. Oh but who cared? The man was gorgeous!
Arthur would be the last to admit that he'd spent a few restless nights thinking of his uni professor in compromising positions with himself, but oh boy had he done just that. In fact, he was thinking of said professor right now. He really needed to get laid. Perhaps Francis was just as bored as he was. Or perhaps he was in a meeting. Either way, Arthur would get some form of satisfaction emailing his nudes to that executive prick’s work email.
Getting a new email up and ready, he realized that he should also send his essay. Perhaps he would get some credit for sending it in so early. A few clicks later, and he felt confident in what he had done on both emails. It wasn't until Francis replied back, commenting on his choice of foreplay in sending him a physics essay, that Arthur realized exactly what he had done. A new email pinged into Arthur's inbox.
It was from Professor Jones.
With shaking hands, Arthur opened the email.
‘Mr. Kirkland,
Come to my office. Now.
Dr. Jones.’
For a solid ten minutes, Arthur contemplated pretending he hadn't seen the email. Unfortunately, his conscience won out in the end, and he hopped into his car to make the short drive from his apartment to the university. If he explained, would that make it any better? ‘Sorry Professor, I was spitefully sending my nudes to my ex and got the emails mixed up.’ Oh yes, that sounded completely believable.
At the school, nerves frazzled from psyching himself out, Arthur made his way into the science building. The clouds looked like they could burst at any moment, which suited the mood. He was likely to be cut from the class. He could even be expelled if anyone found out, and Dr. Jones fired. Oh bloody hell, he had fucked up, hadn't he?
Arthur stood at the door to the professor’s office, wondering if he still had time to run away. A familiar voice came from behind him, freezing Arthur in his tracks. “Guess you beat me here, huh? Come on inside.”
The jingle of keys was followed by the clicking of a lock and door opening. Dr. Jones waited until Arthur was inside before he spoke. “So uh, this was a mistake, right?”
The young professor actually looked nervous. “I mean, haha, of course it was! Uh, I deleted the email. Can't leave that on my school account. Anyway, uh... I don't want to kick you from my class.”
“Please sir, I was sending two emails at once and I just- I mixed them up when I attached the files, I am SO sorry about that.” Arthur pleaded his case before he registered that Dr. Jones had already said he was in the clear.
Visibly, Arthur relaxed in the ugly school chair. The sight had Dr. Jones chuckling, a wry smile on his face. “You should really send your emails in a more organized manner, Mr. Kirkland. Anyway, we can just forget this happened.”
Arthur stood from the seat, his face flushed from embarrassment. “My apologies, I shall remember to be more cautious in the future.”
Dr. Jones stood as well, an easygoing smile on his lips. “After you graduate, if you wanna send me those again, I can give you my personal email~”
Spluttering, Arthur turned back to his professor to see the man winking at him. Oh. OH. Honestly, he was at a loss for words, a strange choked noise escaping his throat in their place. That only made that beautiful specimen of a man laugh.
“If you want to, anyway. Here. You can call me Alfred if you want to, outside of class.” Dr. Jones, no, Alfred handed a slip of paper to Arthur, his smile blinding.
Arthur took the paper in his hands, his whole face red now. No words came to him, but he did manage to nod his head. Alfred took that as a positive reaction, then led Arthur outside the building. “I'll see you in class then.”
Arthur watched his professor, Dr. Alfred Jones, disappear in the staff parking lot. Oh hell, he had just gotten the email of his hot professor.
Perhaps this physics class had been a good decision after all.
Sumamry: What were they fighting about again? Who cares.
A/N: This started out as just a couple sentences on discord for @diurnaldays and @thenarcolepticone . Idk I turned it into a high school AU drabble.
"Arthur, you're so-"
A kiss.
"-fucking-"
Another, this one longer, lips tingling as they come apart.
"-stubborn!"
Arthur sneered and clutched the back of Alfred's head, fingers digging into his hair.
"And you-"
He slid his tongue over Alfred's lips, the cold of his tongue ring an unexpected pleasure.
"-are a fucking-"
He never got to finish that sentence, their kisses proving far too distracting.
How did it end up this way? No one in their entire school would have guessed that these two complete opposites would ever end up making out in the parking lot after detention. Good thing no one but the janitor was around to see it, the old man just going about his day as if this were nothing new to him.
Arthur eventually shoved Alfred away, taking a few steps back to put his motorcycle between them.
“What the fuck was that?” He shouted, mind leaving it’s lustful haze for a brief moment.
The feeling of those kisses lingered, and he wanted more. It was evident on Alfred’s face that he was still in the middle of processing what had happened. Arthur himself wasn’t all that sure. Something within them both must have just snapped, and he wasn’t sure what to make of it yet.
After a few moments of silence, Alfred let his blue eyes meet Arthur’s green ones. There was some sort of unspoken question in the air. Neither of them much felt like talking, though, and soon enough, the two were at it again. Talking could come later, at least that was what Arthur had reasoned in his own mind. It seemed as though Alfred thought the same.
A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY A DAY LATE TOMI!!!! <3 @mythicalpandas
Seagulls screeched loudly all across the sky. The sounds of people chattering and the laughter of children filled the air. A salty sea breeze blew past Alfred’s hair and tickled his nose. Oh yes, this was going to be an excellent day at the boardwalk, he could already tell. What boardwalk, one might ask? Well naturally the Santa Cruz Boardwalk! He could already see the rides and games from the parking lot of their hotel.
The sound of footsteps behind him captured Alfred’s attention, his smile growing wide at the sunscreened skin of his eight year husband, Arthur, and his stepson Peter, who was turning eleven this year. Both of them had these impressive eyebrows that, if he was honest, Alfred found completely adorable. The main difference between the two of them right now was his husband’s scowling face was the exact opposite of Peter’s excited grin. He’d been waiting all year for this trip, ever since Alfred had announced it as their family vacation spot for the summer. Arthur was less enthusiastic, though that was mostly due to his aversion to crowds and extended periods in the sun. Such a shame that his beautiful skin was burnt so easily.
“Dad come onnnn! Faster!” Peter whined as he tugged Arthur's arm, though the older man just kept up his casual pace.
“Oh hush, it's not like the boardwalk is going to fly away.” Arthur replied, then began to chide his son, “Besides, I still have to sunscreen your face. If you get impatient and run off, your face will burn and we will have to leave early, understand?”
Alfred just chuckled, walking over and clapping them both on the back. “That's right! If you put your sunblock on now, that's more time to run around out here before you gotta re-apply!” He kneeled next to Peter and whispered, “We both know your dad looks like an angry lobster when he burns. Don't wanna have to smother him in aloe every night, right?”
Peter made a face at that thought. “Ew no. I don't want it on me neither, it stinks!”
“Then I suggest you hold still and let me finish.” Arthur had crossed his arms, waiting for their little ‘whispered’ conversation to end.
A little embarrassed, Alfred laughed it off. They were soon all ready for fun in the sun! Naturally, Alfred challenged his stepson to a race down the empty sidewalk, much to Arthur's annoyance. It was worth it to the two ‘children’ though, even if they were lectured after it. Before long, the entrance to the boardwalk itself was in range, and Alfred had his wallet out and ready to pay for food, games, candy, and any other necessities.
The very first attraction that caught Peter's eye had been the dart throwing game, where one only has to pop enough balloons with the darts they are given to win a prize. He was just a little too short for the counter, so they had to get a stool for him to stand on and throw. Alfred had an arm around Arthur, just watching him play. He laid his head on his husband's, thankful for them being about the same height. Made it easier for him to sneak a kiss while Peter wasn't looking.
“Dad, Papa, I did it!!” Peter shouted, interrupting their little smooch session, which had Arthur flustered and Alfred grinning.
“Well I'll be, you sure did! What prize are ya gonna pick?” Alfred took a step closer to see where Peter was pointing.
His prize looked like a giant white puffball in a little top hat. Oddly enough, it had eyebrows much like Peter and Arthur's. Weird, but cool at the same time! Peter held onto his prize tightly, practically squealing in delight. He was soon pulling Arthur along towards the rides, Alfred following them with a laugh. Seeing as his husband wasn't much of one for roller coasters and the like, Alfred took Peter's hand instead and got in line with him. Arthur, meanwhile, stayed back to take pictures and hold Peter's prize.
The day continued much like that, until it was almost sunset. They'd been on almost every ride, every water slide, played every game, and even went down to the beach for a spell before little Peter had tuckered out, now asleep as Alfred carried him on his shoulders. Arthur slipped his hand into Alfred's, bringing it to his lips to kiss the ring. That said more than any amount of words ever could.
With another whole week of vacation left, Alfred couldn't help but look forward to it, and all that would come after.
