USUK - Eagle!Shifter!Alfred x Photographer!Arthur
anonymous
October 23 2010, 15:58:38 UTC
Alright, so heres the request:
Arthur, a up and coming Photographer, travels up some famous mountains and cliffs in America. So as he takes pictures, he sees this beautiful eagle and just has to take pictures of it, and keeps commenting on the bird, saying 'oh your so lovely' 'so handsome' kind of things. Anyway, the Eagle, is actually, a shifter, thats way larger then the normal sized eagle, and has taken a liking to our lovely photographer. So when Arthur slips and falls off the cliff, Alfred (The Eagle) comes to the rescue and takes Arthur back to his nest.
The rest is up to you~!
Bonus:
1.) Alfred's instant that he want Arthur for his mate
2.) Smut is loved~!
Optional:
IF you see fit, you can use Mpreg, I dont really care, I just really want this filled~!
Re: Feathers--part 3
anonymous
November 1 2010, 00:25:58 UTC
OP! :D Authoranon would like to thank you very much for reviving her muse. I was getting to point of dispair..you know, I thought I couldn't even write anymore. But this plotbunny from Heaven (or somewhere XD) has proved me wrong!
Also, I would like to say that I'll post every other day or maybe sooner. My muse needs the exercise after sitting around and getting fat for so long.The next morning, Arthur discovered to his horror that the chimney was blocked. The smoke from his little fireplace flooded the room, forcing him to douse it and open the single window onto the cold morning air. He pulled his coat on over his pajamas and trudged outside, coughing and sneezing, to make a fire in the ring of stones behind the cabin. He bristled at the cold
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Oh goodness, the last line made me, 'Awe' for some reason, it seems so.. Arthur! And how he keeps talking to the Eagle like a person! Marvelous!And how the bird wants Arthur's attention and such, expecting some pictures! Its so adorable and I throughly enjoy where this is going!
I'm so happy your Muse has decided to force you into updating this fill frequently! I'm very happy about this and bow to the muse.
Thank you so much, again, for being one of the fillers for this prompt!
Re: Feathers--part 4
anonymous
November 1 2010, 23:00:32 UTC
Okay, here's part 4. Thank you all so much for your comments! I breath them, I need them, I love them! I want to reply to every single one but it takes up comment space T.T Also, I want you guys to know that constructive criticism is good for me if you're up to giving me some~Arthur kept a notebook at all times in his bag, next to his camera. In it, he recorded the name of each horse, its gender, its age (as far as he could guess), and any distinctive markings. He had also tried to sketch several of them, but he was absolutely terrible at it. This hobby was both a comfort and a necessity--he’d need the information when he went back home at the end of the summer and printed all of his pictures
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Re: Feathers--part 5 (fixed)
anonymous
December 5 2010, 23:45:14 UTC
Many apologies for the long wait and the multitude of fail. There'll be a bit more time between updates thanks to my final exams, but they finish in a week and I'll have plenty of time to give this fic my love again. In the meantime, please enjoy the fixed-format version of part 5. Thank you, all of you (OP: authoranon loves you) for sticking with me!
“Shit.” hissed Arthur as he failed to dodge a chunk of solidified ash that clunked him on the head. His voice sounded muffled and strange inside the stone chimney. He pulled his head out of the fireplace and retreated, coughing, to the to warm June air outside his cabin and shook out his hair and clothes, leaving soot floating in the breeze.
He’d taken the opportunity to completely clean his blocked chimney, and though his efforts proved successful, the aftermath was disastrous. Despite his attempts to cover his furniture, the leftover ash tinted everything a dirty grey.
Oh well, thought Arthur, feeling resigned. This place was begging for a spring cleaning anyway.He took a deep
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Feathers--part 6
anonymous
January 3 2011, 07:12:56 UTC
Where have I been?! Good grief, I never meant to keep you all waiting like that. Many apologies.The next morning Arthur woke to the sound of a deafening chorus of small mountain songbirds. He pressed his pillow over his head, muttering grumpily. He’d never heard such a blast of noise from them before…hardly a peep, in fact. But why was that? When he grasped that they weren’t going to stop, he sat up grudgingly, blinking in the dim light that filtered through the window shutter and warmed the wood walls
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Re: Feathers--part 6
anonymous
January 3 2011, 11:26:52 UTC
I'm so excited to see this update! It totally brightened my morning! :D For some reason, the part were he yelled at the songbirds made me giggle. Grump. XD Poor guy, it must have been scary to find those footprints...I myself was just ridiculously excited. ^^;
It occurred to him suddenly that this stranger must have scared Alfred away last night.
Oh Arthur, if it had been some stranger peeking in on you, I'm pretty sure the scaring part would have gone the other way around...Alfred doesn't seem like the sharing type. ;)
Feathers--part 7
anonymous
January 3 2011, 21:46:41 UTC
You guys are so fast! You lovely, wonderful stalkers you. Your comments make me so excited to do this.
OP! Thank you so much for being patient. My holidays were lovely, and I survived my finals, somehow! How about you?
Enormous love to my other commenters. Some of you are awfully sharp catching onto the plot there...Arthur sat in icy silence on the stump next to his fire. The fire threw shadows on his pale face, which was transfixed in a distant expression that was both empty and sad, and deepened the gloom lurking between the trees. His camera lay beside him unused. Arthur’s paranoia had increased with Alfred’s three-day disappearance
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Arthur, a up and coming Photographer, travels up some famous mountains and cliffs in America. So as he takes pictures, he sees this beautiful eagle and just has to take pictures of it, and keeps commenting on the bird, saying 'oh your so lovely' 'so handsome' kind of things. Anyway, the Eagle, is actually, a shifter, thats way larger then the normal sized eagle, and has taken a liking to our lovely photographer. So when Arthur slips and falls off the cliff, Alfred (The Eagle) comes to the rescue and takes Arthur back to his nest.
The rest is up to you~!
Bonus:
1.) Alfred's instant that he want Arthur for his mate
2.) Smut is loved~!
Optional:
IF you see fit, you can use Mpreg, I dont really care, I just really want this filled~!
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This was simpling amazing! I adored the way you characterized Arthur and the 'Eagles' reaction. Simply brilliant!
You my friend are not rusty at all! I do hope this keeps you in the mood for writing I'm eager to read whats next!
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Also, I would like to say that I'll post every other day or maybe sooner. My muse needs the exercise after sitting around and getting fat for so long.The next morning, Arthur discovered to his horror that the chimney was blocked. The smoke from his little fireplace flooded the room, forcing him to douse it and open the single window onto the cold morning air. He pulled his coat on over his pajamas and trudged outside, coughing and sneezing, to make a fire in the ring of stones behind the cabin. He bristled at the cold ( ... )
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I'm so happy your Muse has decided to force you into updating this fill frequently! I'm very happy about this and bow to the muse.
Thank you so much, again, for being one of the fillers for this prompt!
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"Am I being bashful around a bird? What rubbish."
Yet he still tells it to stop watching him XD Oh Arthur! I love you!
And you Anon! For writing him so well!
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“Shit.” hissed Arthur as he failed to dodge a chunk of solidified ash that clunked him on the head. His voice sounded muffled and strange inside the stone chimney. He pulled his head out of the fireplace and retreated, coughing, to the to warm June air outside his cabin and shook out his hair and clothes, leaving soot floating in the breeze.
He’d taken the opportunity to completely clean his blocked chimney, and though his efforts proved successful, the aftermath was disastrous. Despite his attempts to cover his furniture, the leftover ash tinted everything a dirty grey.
Oh well, thought Arthur, feeling resigned. This place was begging for a spring cleaning anyway.He took a deep ( ... )
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And you don't have to worry about making ME wait at least, I'd wait forever for more updates. This is currently my favourite fic on the meme. :3
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Before I say anything about the fic, I hope you did well on your finals, and had a happy holiday!
Anyhoo, I loved Arthur's little paranoia attack there and *Gasps* Alfred's gone and not stalking our adorable Englishmen?!*faints*
Haha, anyway, it's nice to see your up and running again, and don't worry Author!Anon, I'll always be waiting for the next installment ~
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For some reason, the part were he yelled at the songbirds made me giggle. Grump. XD
Poor guy, it must have been scary to find those footprints...I myself was just ridiculously excited. ^^;
It occurred to him suddenly that this stranger must have scared Alfred away last night.
Oh Arthur, if it had been some stranger peeking in on you, I'm pretty sure the scaring part would have gone the other way around...Alfred doesn't seem like the sharing type. ;)
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OP! Thank you so much for being patient. My holidays were lovely, and I survived my finals, somehow! How about you?
Enormous love to my other commenters. Some of you are awfully sharp catching onto the plot there...Arthur sat in icy silence on the stump next to his fire. The fire threw shadows on his pale face, which was transfixed in a distant expression that was both empty and sad, and deepened the gloom lurking between the trees. His camera lay beside him unused. Arthur’s paranoia had increased with Alfred’s three-day disappearance ( ... )
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