Ugly Love (Placeholder)
anonymous
October 22 2010, 15:19:17 UTC
I have always liked the idea of Arthur having some sort of suppressed power in him from the days when he was the British Empire.
I want a story where something triggers Arthur's suppressed power and he comes out not himself and ends up brutally raping Alfred. (they would already be in a stable relationship) I'm talking all-out brutality, blood and all. After the deed Arthur just leaves Alfred there and passes out on the couch or something. When he wakes up there is blood all over his hips and legs so it's a bit obvious what has happened. Next part can go two ways. Either Alfred is still in the bed, or someone has shown up and taken him away. In that case I think it would be interesting to have Francis sitting there when Arthur wakes up and being all "Yeah guess what you did." Arthur doesn't remember what he did because he is back to normal but he feels horrible about it (obviously)
Ugly Love (4a/?)
anonymous
October 24 2010, 09:33:07 UTC
Selective Memory
Arthur Kirkland slowly opened his eyes, his head pounding with pain. All he remembered from before he fell asleep was Alfred. Alfred had been there. In the house. Arthur had had a headache, and Alfred had offered hamburgers to help relieve him of it. And then… and then he remembered nothing. Had he blacked out? His eyes widened, was the headache more than a headache? Had he actually been ill? Where was Alfred? Did he run off? Was he getting help?
“Bonjour,” it was a familiar voice that ended that thought. He glanced towards its source, narrowing his eyes towards the person sitting on his bed.
“Hey frog, you didn’t scare off Alfred did you?” He shot back, blissfully unaware of his bloody pants, not thinking twice about his unbuttoned shirt and missing tie. Of course he wouldn’t think about things like that. Last time that was an issue was when he came out. And Arthur had said he wouldn’t let that happen again. So it wouldn’t. It wouldn’t happen again
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Ugly Love (4b/?)
anonymous
October 24 2010, 09:34:19 UTC
“Jesus, Arthur,” Francis cut him off before he could begin. He put his elbows on his knees letting his head fall into hands. He let his fingertips run over his forehead before running both hands through his hair. He turned towards Arthur, “Did you even warn him that this could happen? Did he even know about him
( ... )
Ugly Love (4c/?)
anonymous
October 24 2010, 09:39:14 UTC
Going Fetal
Matthew was used to taking care of his brother after he went off and hurt himself. A bruise here from getting into a fight with a bully on the playground when they were little, a cut there from falling off his bike when he was just learning, a broken arm for pretending to be superman and jumping off the shed- all of them were relatively easy fixes. He was a nation, his body would heal itself quickly and Alfred would grin and show off whatever wound it was. Because he was damn proud of it. But now, as Matthew tried as gently as he could to relocate his shoulder, he knew that this fix would be much, much harder- no matter how fast the physical wounds healed.
Every time his hand lightly flitted against Alfred’s skin, the man seemed to shy away, eyes closed, lips murmuring so quietly Matthew had to listen hard to catch it, it’s not Arthur… it’s Matthew… come on- you shouldn’t be this damn scared!. Then he would tear up. His tears rolling down his eyes and why am I fucking crying? And Matthew felt his heart break for his
( ... )
Ugly Love (4d/?)
anonymous
October 24 2010, 09:40:33 UTC
“What do you mean, Alfred?” Matthew asked. But he didn’t need to. He knew the answer. He started wrapping the medical bandages around his arm and the splint
( ... )
Re: Ugly Love (4d/?)
anonymous
October 24 2010, 17:01:27 UTC
Protective big brother!Francis will always be my favourite Francis, so I really liked that he confronted Arthur.
Even if I feel a bit bad for Arthur, he should accept that the British Empire is him too. I think that if he can't accept that, he won't be able to get rid of that part of him.
And Alfred, oh, Alfred. When he asked Matt what he did wrong... that part broke my heart.
Ugly Love (5a/?)
anonymous
October 27 2010, 06:33:32 UTC
Old Shit/New ShitMatthew didn’t know how long he had been there. His arms were wrapped around his brother’s shaking body as Alfred kept his tear streaked face buried in Matthew’s bunny hug- was he always this small? He always looked to be so big, so strong and powerful, but without the bomber jacket to help with his façade, he was small. Just like Matthew. Matthew’s eyes flickered to the clock, where was Francis? He had been gone a long time
( ... )
Re: Ugly Love (5b/?)
anonymous
October 27 2010, 06:38:00 UTC
“No Alfred. No. You can’t just go back,” Francis shook his head. He was staying strong on his position. He had to make sure neither of the boys got hurt. That included Alfred, “He has to know the consequences of his actions. Promise me, you’re not going to return until I say it’s okay.”
Alfred was silent for a minute before nodding his head, “Alright. I won’t go back.” But Matthew was less than convinced. Alfred just gave in so easily… too easily.
“Thank you,” Francis said. He then stood up, “Well, I’m going to make you both something delicious seeing as how I’m one of the few nations who can actually cook!” He laughed, figuring that just because Arthur was having a difficult time didn’t mean the rest of them should be bogged down by it, “Just stay here, mon chers, and allow the scent of beautiful cooking fill your senses.”
And he left.
And Alfred was silent.
Suicide LifeThat night, Alfred couldn’t sleep. He looked to his clock, the number reading 12:03. His body still ached, his arm was still in a makeshift sling, his rib
( ... )
Ugly Love (5c/?)
anonymous
October 27 2010, 06:39:00 UTC
Dust of AgesArthur was stretched out, on his back and on his bed. He hadn’t left this spot since Francis had taken his children from him. His hand fell onto his forehead. How could he have done that? And to Alfred? He glanced over towards the drawer, the bloodied clothes crumpled on the ground. He had to get rid of them. He had to burn them. Throw them out. Do something with them. Do anything with them
( ... )
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anonymous
October 27 2010, 07:01:49 UTC
Well that last scene wasn't horrifically ominous AT ALL! ... T_T
Huh, it's kind of ironic that Arthur has to both lock part of himself away but also take responsibility for it as part of himself, and Alfred's doing himself damage by completely separating the two in his own mind, as well. Not to mention the additional damage that is going to be done, however the next scene or two play out. T_T
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anonymous
October 27 2010, 11:19:06 UTC
Am intrigued and caught by the story-- plotting is very well done. Most of the reactions are on target for this sort of thing.
There are a few grammar/word issues, but the one that really bugs me enough to mention is 'Could of, would of, should of'. It should be 'Could have, would have, should have' I know a lot of people say it, or seem to say it the first way, (Contractions can change pronunciation 'Could've') but it doesn't really have any meaning. :)
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anonymous
October 27 2010, 15:07:08 UTC
Thanks for the help =03 yeah, that was more of a thinko than a typo, but thanks again! It's my first time kinda really writing something like this, so I get nervous T_T
I want a story where something triggers Arthur's suppressed power and he comes out not himself and ends up brutally raping Alfred. (they would already be in a stable relationship) I'm talking all-out brutality, blood and all.
After the deed Arthur just leaves Alfred there and passes out on the couch or something. When he wakes up there is blood all over his hips and legs so it's a bit obvious what has happened.
Next part can go two ways. Either Alfred is still in the bed, or someone has shown up and taken him away. In that case I think it would be interesting to have Francis sitting there when Arthur wakes up and being all "Yeah guess what you did."
Arthur doesn't remember what he did because he is back to normal but he feels horrible about it (obviously)
Prompt. Rest of fill to come when not busy.
Parts so far-> http
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Arthur Kirkland slowly opened his eyes, his head pounding with pain. All he remembered from before he fell asleep was Alfred. Alfred had been there. In the house. Arthur had had a headache, and Alfred had offered hamburgers to help relieve him of it. And then… and then he remembered nothing. Had he blacked out? His eyes widened, was the headache more than a headache? Had he actually been ill? Where was Alfred? Did he run off? Was he getting help?
“Bonjour,” it was a familiar voice that ended that thought. He glanced towards its source, narrowing his eyes towards the person sitting on his bed.
“Hey frog, you didn’t scare off Alfred did you?” He shot back, blissfully unaware of his bloody pants, not thinking twice about his unbuttoned shirt and missing tie. Of course he wouldn’t think about things like that. Last time that was an issue was when he came out. And Arthur had said he wouldn’t let that happen again. So it wouldn’t. It wouldn’t happen again ( ... )
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Matthew was used to taking care of his brother after he went off and hurt himself. A bruise here from getting into a fight with a bully on the playground when they were little, a cut there from falling off his bike when he was just learning, a broken arm for pretending to be superman and jumping off the shed- all of them were relatively easy fixes. He was a nation, his body would heal itself quickly and Alfred would grin and show off whatever wound it was. Because he was damn proud of it. But now, as Matthew tried as gently as he could to relocate his shoulder, he knew that this fix would be much, much harder- no matter how fast the physical wounds healed.
Every time his hand lightly flitted against Alfred’s skin, the man seemed to shy away, eyes closed, lips murmuring so quietly Matthew had to listen hard to catch it, it’s not Arthur… it’s Matthew… come on- you shouldn’t be this damn scared!. Then he would tear up. His tears rolling down his eyes and why am I fucking crying? And Matthew felt his heart break for his ( ... )
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I love Francis stepping up and protecting the twins. And Arthur's denial....I love Francis insisting Arthur take responsibility too.
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Even if I feel a bit bad for Arthur, he should accept that the British Empire is him too. I think that if he can't accept that, he won't be able to get rid of that part of him.
And Alfred, oh, Alfred. When he asked Matt what he did wrong... that part broke my heart.
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Alfred was silent for a minute before nodding his head, “Alright. I won’t go back.” But Matthew was less than convinced. Alfred just gave in so easily… too easily.
“Thank you,” Francis said. He then stood up, “Well, I’m going to make you both something delicious seeing as how I’m one of the few nations who can actually cook!” He laughed, figuring that just because Arthur was having a difficult time didn’t mean the rest of them should be bogged down by it, “Just stay here, mon chers, and allow the scent of beautiful cooking fill your senses.”
And he left.
And Alfred was silent.
Suicide LifeThat night, Alfred couldn’t sleep. He looked to his clock, the number reading 12:03. His body still ached, his arm was still in a makeshift sling, his rib ( ... )
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Huh, it's kind of ironic that Arthur has to both lock part of himself away but also take responsibility for it as part of himself, and Alfred's doing himself damage by completely separating the two in his own mind, as well. Not to mention the additional damage that is going to be done, however the next scene or two play out. T_T
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There are a few grammar/word issues, but the one that really bugs me enough to mention is 'Could of, would of, should of'. It should be 'Could have, would have, should have' I know a lot of people say it, or seem to say it the first way, (Contractions can change pronunciation 'Could've') but it doesn't really have any meaning. :)
Anyhow. I am looking forward to the next bits. :)
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