UKxUS Mind-Control request
anonymous
November 14 2009, 08:23:49 UTC
Arthur, tired of the unrequited love situation, decides to play the easy card and puts a mind-control spell on Alfred. Arthur becomes a bit delusional, believing Alfred is in love with him. Sadly however, its not the same.
A lovely bonus if there's some smut mixed in with some angst
Hourglass
anonymous
November 22 2009, 04:31:46 UTC
I care for you say the fingers combing through his hair.
You’re precious to me says the body pressed against him.
Stay with me says the leg curling around his.
“I love you.” Alfred’s mouth whispers in his ear.
It’s never these moments, never these, that Arthur doubts. These are the truest moments. The best moments, the most pure.
It’s the moments after, when he is drifting off to sleep, mind soft and sated, when he feels the flicker of something else in his mind, the quiet in the corner he suppresses though the day, the image it brings.
Alfred, crouching in the sand, picking up a handful and letting it slide through the gaps of his fingers. His bomber jacket is stained with dust and sweat, his hair pale and strawlike
( ... )
Authoranon
anonymous
November 24 2009, 19:46:23 UTC
I'm really glad you enjoyed it, OP! I hadn't intended on continuing it, but I've given it a bit of thought and I think I might. I'm still working out the details, but would OP mind too terribly much if it ended up an AU? I'm still going back and forth. I make no promises!
AU is fine, whatever author!anon is comfortable with. Just as long its the sweet UKxUS heart-wrenching treat I've asked for, I really don't mind at all.
I really hope author!anon continues this! I'll be keeping a close eye on this for now. :D
Puppet (1/3)
anonymous
December 2 2009, 09:19:25 UTC
It’s effortless.
Always, he had chosen words carefully around Alfred. Their relationship was sullied by Arthur, who was forever saying things he didn’t mean and tiptoeing around the truth. It couldn’t be helped, because a revelation could lead to rejection. And rejection wasn’t (couldn't be) a possibility.
He’d rather let Alfred rip out his throat than let him tell him that he didn’t love him.
So, he had made sure that Alfred would never tell him that
( ... )
Puppet (2/3)
anonymous
December 2 2009, 09:48:19 UTC
“Fuck, Arthur, we need to talk,” Matthew growled, walking in the room with heavy steps. Arthur was about to inquire as to why the hell he was walking in uninvited, but then noticed the nasty looking bruise he wore under his eye
( ... )
Puppet (3/3)
anonymous
December 2 2009, 10:15:36 UTC
“Please, Alfred,” Arthur groaned, grasping his hand gently. “Don’t get involved in all of this.”
“He can get involved if he wants to!” Matthew shouted. “Even if everything he says is just to cover up for you!”
Arthur felt a sheet of sweat beginning to form on his temples. He pressed his cheek to the back of Alfred’s hand, clinging to the form of comfort like a child. “You’re right, Matthew. But," he breathes, leaning back against that strong chest. “I’m not trying to own Alfred. I just want Alfred to love me. I…need him to love me
( ... )
Re: Puppet (3/3)
anonymous
December 2 2009, 20:58:31 UTC
I love the way you wrote this, Arthur is so desperately logical and oh, Matthew, being able to see what's going on but helpless to stop it. Creepy and awesome, anon. ♥
A lovely bonus if there's some smut mixed in with some angst
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You’re precious to me says the body pressed against him.
Stay with me says the leg curling around his.
“I love you.” Alfred’s mouth whispers in his ear.
It’s never these moments, never these, that Arthur doubts. These are the truest moments. The best moments, the most pure.
It’s the moments after, when he is drifting off to sleep, mind soft and sated, when he feels the flicker of something else in his mind, the quiet in the corner he suppresses though the day, the image it brings.
Alfred, crouching in the sand, picking up a handful and letting it slide through the gaps of his fingers. His bomber jacket is stained with dust and sweat, his hair pale and strawlike ( ... )
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The length is perfect for what you've chosen to convey.
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Oh...Man I want more..
Is it okay if anon can continue it? ^^;
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Just as long its the sweet UKxUS heart-wrenching treat I've asked for, I really don't mind at all.
I really hope author!anon continues this! I'll be keeping a close eye on this for now. :D
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Always, he had chosen words carefully around Alfred. Their relationship was sullied by Arthur, who was forever saying things he didn’t mean and tiptoeing around the truth. It couldn’t be helped, because a revelation could lead to rejection. And rejection wasn’t (couldn't be) a possibility.
He’d rather let Alfred rip out his throat than let him tell him that he didn’t love him.
So, he had made sure that Alfred would never tell him that ( ... )
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“He can get involved if he wants to!” Matthew shouted. “Even if everything he says is just to cover up for you!”
Arthur felt a sheet of sweat beginning to form on his temples. He pressed his cheek to the back of Alfred’s hand, clinging to the form of comfort like a child. “You’re right, Matthew. But," he breathes, leaning back against that strong chest. “I’m not trying to own Alfred. I just want Alfred to love me. I…need him to love me ( ... )
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Thanks for filling this! ;o;
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I'm so happy for the second fill! Its beautiful!
Thanky you anon! Thank you! xD
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