England/Fem!America - Gauken AU
anonymous
October 16 2010, 18:21:29 UTC
I know, I know. I'm sorry! I just can't help it. D:
Fem!America & England are either in an established relationship or there is a lot of UST. Eventually, though, it leads to sex in a classroom (on a desk or against a wall) right before a Student Council meeting, with Arthur as President. America wearing the school uniform as slutty as possible is a must. Which Arthur loves, secretly.
I prefer Fem!America's name to be Ally, but it's all up to you.
Bonus: It's super obvious what just took place and Matthew almost kills Arthur. Bonus 2: They start out just being in it for the sex, but they eventually fall for each other. Bonus 3: England trying to take America on a date and Canada gives him the shotgun talk.
Heaven Sent (1a/1)
anonymous
March 27 2011, 01:26:48 UTC
Ring…ring…
“…Hello?”
“Hey, you busy right now?”
“As a matter of fact, git, I actually have to prepare for a meeting with the Student Council.”
“WHAT? Aw, come on…!”
“Yes, as much as I hate to disappoint you, it sort of comes with being the President, in case you’ve forgotten.” Scoff. “Which you no doubt have, since you never remember anything I-”
“I need you.”
Pause.
“…R-right now?”
“Right now.”
“…”
“When’s the meeting?”
“U-u-um, i-in forty five minutes.”
“Ha, that’s plenty of time! Meet me in five?”
Gulp. “E-Emily, I really don’t think we should-I mean, this isn’t-”
Giggles, and then a purr, “Oh, c’mon, Artie. Just one round, one little quickie, and then I’ll let you go back to your precious Presidential duties in peace.”
“I-I-I just…”
“We can do it in that room where you have French.”
“…”
“Artie?”
“…”
Moan. “Oh, baby, please…”
“Alright, alright! No need to sound so obscene, you twit!” (Blush)
Heaven Sent (1b/1)
anonymous
March 27 2011, 01:32:42 UTC
Arthur Kirkland likes to think of himself as a man who always retains the utmost sense of propriety. He is a native of England, after all, and, if there’s anything he’s father’s taught him, it’s that English gentlemen are strong, stoic, mannerly figures. They never lose their composure over the most insignificant things, regardless of how irritating they are (i.e. a certain fro-French student who was not only a childhood rival, but had somehow become his vice president; said vice president’s two annoying friends who seem to get off with stressing Arthur out; and, of course, a certain American git who never follows the fucking rules regarding her school uniform-just to name a few, I mean
( ... )
Heaven Sent (1c/1)
anonymous
March 27 2011, 01:38:42 UTC
His walk towards the door is interrupted by a pair of lithe arms wrapping around his neck and a supple body pushing flush against his back. Arthur’s heart jumps and his breath hitches.
“Don’t be like that, Artie,” a soft croon against his ear. “You know I’m only kidding.”
He swallows harshly, and his pulse quickens even more when he feels Emily push her ample chest against him. Then it practically stops when she brushes her lips against a spot under his ear, and starts to kiss down his neck at a tantalizingly slow pace.
“Please stay, Arthur, just a little while longer.”
Bollocks, that’s not fair. Emily knows how much he loves it when she says his name, his proper name. Arthur can’t help but blush.
“I promise I’ll be a good girl.”
…Oh, you little minx.Arthur scowls and reaches up to remove her arms. “There’s nothing good about you
( ... )
Heaven Sent (1d/1) [Final]
anonymous
March 27 2011, 01:45:43 UTC
Once he reaches the top of her skirt, Arthur lifts the red plaid material to expose more of those teasingly long legs, and he unconsciously licks his lips in an almost predatory fashion. Then he presses his mouth to the top of Emily’s right thigh. When he feels the American start to tremble, he lifts the leg up to hoist it on his shoulder
( ... )
Author!Anon Notes
anonymous
March 27 2011, 01:53:58 UTC
(looks up) Where the hell is the smut?!
There was supposed to be smut in this, I swear there was! Somehow, though, it just...poof!
Lol, seriously, though, I'm really sorry if this isn't what you wanted OP. But I tried, really, I did.
I've never written regular!England before...I'm kinda used to writing fem!England. But I promised myself that I would do a story featuring male!Arthur, and this was the result. As you can guess, this was also my first time writing fem!America--and I'm pretty sure it shows. (Also, I know you preferred "Ally" for her name, but I have a bit of a soft spot for the name "Emily". Sorry!)
As for the title, yeah, I know--there are probably millions of stories here inspired by Placebo's Every You and Every Me. But once again, I tried.
I honestly never thought this would be filled, but I was spoiled with not only a fill, but an AMAZING ONE. So hot, a!anon. This was above and beyond anything I had ever imagined. Thanks for this amazing fill, a!anon!! :D And you used one of my favorite songs for inspiration, so. 8D I'm with the anon above, I would LOVE a sequel. But I got spoiled as is! This was really, really great. Thanks so much for filling!
Passions Spent (Sequel) 1a/1
anonymous
April 6 2011, 01:10:07 UTC
“That’s strange.”
“Eh? What is?”
“It’s almost fifteen minutes until the meeting starts, and Arthur-san isn’t here yet.”
“…And this is of concern, because?”
“Well, usually Eyebrows would be sitting at his chair and waiting for the meeting to officially start by now…”
“Hm, now that I think about it, I didn’t see Emily-san at practice today.”
“…”
“Francis-san?…Why are you smiling like that?”
Scoff. “I’m pretty sure we don’t want to know, anyway.”
“…Oh, it’s nothing Kiku, Michelle. Nothing at all.”
Francis shifts his gaze to the closed door and his blue eyes narrow. Rosbif, you dog, you. Hon-hon-hon.
--
Emily F. Jones likes to think she knows everything about Arthur-but whenever she has this confidence, the British always manages to surprise her in some way.
“Oh! Oh, my God!Like now, for instance-when she’s lying on a bare teacher’s desk, her shirt open and her breasts bouncing freely, clinging to the sides of it with a tight grip, having her hips grasped tightly as another (slightly bony) pair grinds against them, their
( ... )
Passions Spent (Sequel) 1c/1
anonymous
April 6 2011, 01:16:28 UTC
Arthur pauses all movement.
“D-did I go too far…?”
“Just a little,” despite her reply, Emily can’t help the wide grin that spreads across her face.
Almost immediately, Arthur lets go of her hands and buries his face against her neck, curling against her as if he wanted to get swallowed up by some interdimensional warp. Knowing him and his little obsession with Doctor Who (which he continues to deny), it’s probably not a bad guess at his thought process.
“I-I-I’m sorry!” he says self-consciously, his ears pinking adorably. “I was just trying to sound, to sound-”
“Sexy?”
“Yeah…”
Aw! Artie’s so fucking cute. With slightly pink cheeks, Emily giggles softly and runs her fingers through the poor boy’s ash blond hair, making sure to be as gentle and comforting as she can.
“Oh, Artie, don’t worry about it, really.” I really like how you always make an effort to keep my interest. “You’re actually getting better at this.”
“Stop making fun of me,” Arthur grumbles.
I’m not. Emily frowns, wishing (not for the first time) that she could
( ... )
Passions Spent (Sequel) 1d/1
anonymous
April 6 2011, 02:11:10 UTC
Her eyes flutter closed as she lets out a soft moan of longing with each inch she takes in. Once he’s filled her to the hilt, Emily opens her eyes and cups Arthur’s face in her hands, which causes him to open his eyes and lock onto hers. Emily smiles softly and leans down to kiss him deeply before slowly starting to lift her hips up and down. Arthur’s groan vibrates between their joined mouths, and shakily, he brings his hands up to touch her, one going to one of her hips and the other cupping the middle of her back, as if to pull her closer
( ... )
Passions Spent (Sequel) 1e/1 (Final)
anonymous
April 6 2011, 02:19:10 UTC
Once she gets her beloved bomber jacket from her locker, Emily starts heading home, her face still beaming, but her eyes steely with determination.
One day, Artie, I’ll get rid of it-that sadness, that loneliness, that pain you seem to carry.
She puts her hands in her pockets, her footsteps against the concrete of the sidewalk being the only sound echoing in her ears.
I’ll find out what I’m doing wrong, what I’m doing to hurt you (because you’re too much of a stubborn ass to tell me, but whatever, as a hero, I’ll take it, for now), and I’ll try to fix it.
And then, I’ll finally make you smile.
~Pucker up, our passions spent~
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A/N: Well, here's the smut I promised. Sorta
( ... )
Re: Passions Spent (Sequel) 1e/1 (Final)
anonymous
April 6 2011, 05:22:30 UTC
O-oh god ;A; this fill.
Like the anon above said, it's so sad and hot at the same time. I liked seeing Emily's side of this, but baww... if they just knew, they're so close, yet so far away.
And if you do post more ideas, tell us <3 I'd love to read more of this AU.
Fem!America & England are either in an established relationship or there is a lot of UST. Eventually, though, it leads to sex in a classroom (on a desk or against a wall) right before a Student Council meeting, with Arthur as President. America wearing the school uniform as slutty as possible is a must. Which Arthur loves, secretly.
I prefer Fem!America's name to be Ally, but it's all up to you.
Bonus: It's super obvious what just took place and Matthew almost kills Arthur.
Bonus 2: They start out just being in it for the sex, but they eventually fall for each other.
Bonus 3: England trying to take America on a date and Canada gives him the shotgun talk.
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“…Hello?”
“Hey, you busy right now?”
“As a matter of fact, git, I actually have to prepare for a meeting with the Student Council.”
“WHAT? Aw, come on…!”
“Yes, as much as I hate to disappoint you, it sort of comes with being the President, in case you’ve forgotten.” Scoff. “Which you no doubt have, since you never remember anything I-”
“I need you.”
Pause.
“…R-right now?”
“Right now.”
“…”
“When’s the meeting?”
“U-u-um, i-in forty five minutes.”
“Ha, that’s plenty of time! Meet me in five?”
Gulp. “E-Emily, I really don’t think we should-I mean, this isn’t-”
Giggles, and then a purr, “Oh, c’mon, Artie. Just one round, one little quickie, and then I’ll let you go back to your precious Presidential duties in peace.”
“I-I-I just…”
“We can do it in that room where you have French.”
“…”
“Artie?”
“…”
Moan. “Oh, baby, please…”
“Alright, alright! No need to sound so obscene, you twit!” (Blush)
“Awesome! So, see you in a few?”
“…I suppose.”
“Double awesome! I’ll be waiting~”
Call ended.With wide green eyes, ( ... )
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“Don’t be like that, Artie,” a soft croon against his ear. “You know I’m only kidding.”
He swallows harshly, and his pulse quickens even more when he feels Emily push her ample chest against him. Then it practically stops when she brushes her lips against a spot under his ear, and starts to kiss down his neck at a tantalizingly slow pace.
“Please stay, Arthur, just a little while longer.”
Bollocks, that’s not fair. Emily knows how much he loves it when she says his name, his proper name. Arthur can’t help but blush.
“I promise I’ll be a good girl.”
…Oh, you little minx.Arthur scowls and reaches up to remove her arms. “There’s nothing good about you ( ... )
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There was supposed to be smut in this, I swear there was! Somehow, though, it just...poof!
Lol, seriously, though, I'm really sorry if this isn't what you wanted OP. But I tried, really, I did.
I've never written regular!England before...I'm kinda used to writing fem!England. But I promised myself that I would do a story featuring male!Arthur, and this was the result. As you can guess, this was also my first time writing fem!America--and I'm pretty sure it shows. (Also, I know you preferred "Ally" for her name, but I have a bit of a soft spot for the name "Emily". Sorry!)
As for the title, yeah, I know--there are probably millions of stories here inspired by Placebo's Every You and Every Me. But once again, I tried.
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“Eh? What is?”
“It’s almost fifteen minutes until the meeting starts, and Arthur-san isn’t here yet.”
“…And this is of concern, because?”
“Well, usually Eyebrows would be sitting at his chair and waiting for the meeting to officially start by now…”
“Hm, now that I think about it, I didn’t see Emily-san at practice today.”
“…”
“Francis-san?…Why are you smiling like that?”
Scoff. “I’m pretty sure we don’t want to know, anyway.”
“…Oh, it’s nothing Kiku, Michelle. Nothing at all.”
Francis shifts his gaze to the closed door and his blue eyes narrow. Rosbif, you dog, you. Hon-hon-hon.
--
Emily F. Jones likes to think she knows everything about Arthur-but whenever she has this confidence, the British always manages to surprise her in some way.
“Oh! Oh, my God!Like now, for instance-when she’s lying on a bare teacher’s desk, her shirt open and her breasts bouncing freely, clinging to the sides of it with a tight grip, having her hips grasped tightly as another (slightly bony) pair grinds against them, their ( ... )
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“D-did I go too far…?”
“Just a little,” despite her reply, Emily can’t help the wide grin that spreads across her face.
Almost immediately, Arthur lets go of her hands and buries his face against her neck, curling against her as if he wanted to get swallowed up by some interdimensional warp. Knowing him and his little obsession with Doctor Who (which he continues to deny), it’s probably not a bad guess at his thought process.
“I-I-I’m sorry!” he says self-consciously, his ears pinking adorably. “I was just trying to sound, to sound-”
“Sexy?”
“Yeah…”
Aw! Artie’s so fucking cute. With slightly pink cheeks, Emily giggles softly and runs her fingers through the poor boy’s ash blond hair, making sure to be as gentle and comforting as she can.
“Oh, Artie, don’t worry about it, really.” I really like how you always make an effort to keep my interest. “You’re actually getting better at this.”
“Stop making fun of me,” Arthur grumbles.
I’m not. Emily frowns, wishing (not for the first time) that she could ( ... )
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One day, Artie, I’ll get rid of it-that sadness, that loneliness, that pain you seem to carry.
She puts her hands in her pockets, her footsteps against the concrete of the sidewalk being the only sound echoing in her ears.
I’ll find out what I’m doing wrong, what I’m doing to hurt you (because you’re too much of a stubborn ass to tell me, but whatever, as a hero, I’ll take it, for now), and I’ll try to fix it.
And then, I’ll finally make you smile.
~Pucker up, our passions spent~
--
A/N: Well, here's the smut I promised. Sorta ( ... )
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Like the anon above said, it's so sad and hot at the same time. I liked seeing Emily's side of this, but baww... if they just knew, they're so close, yet so far away.
And if you do post more ideas, tell us <3 I'd love to read more of this AU.
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