Asakiku Ficbit dump (though there's only two)
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Human AU, where Arthur is down with an incurable disease.
Title is taken from a chapter of Mr. Fredward’s Duck.
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Human AU, where Arthur is down with an incurable disease.
Title is taken from a chapter of Mr. Fredward’s Duck.
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“Make my bed and light the light,
I’ll be home late tonight,
Blackbird bye bye…”
“Liar.”
Arthur thought foggily that he really should tell the nurse that he wanted to cut back on the morphine. The painkillers were making him hear things, like the light and love of his life calling him a liar.
“You promised that we would grow old together. You promised I would never be alone again.”
Oh. Well then.
Turning his head and trying his best to ignore the infernal tube running up his nose and down his throat as well as the IV stuck in his arm, Arthur laid his hand on top of Kiku’s. He could feel that Kiku was trying to keep up his stoic appearance, that it was taking all the willpower he could muster to stop his hands from trembling as he gently laid his own free hand onto of Arthur’s.
“A gentleman never lies, love.”
Arthur tried his best to continue, despite feeling that his tongue had curled up and died somewhere in the sandy desert that his mouth had become due to the chemotherapy. And he thought the treatments were supposed to make him feel better.
“I will never leave you, Kiku. When you think of me, I’ll be there. When night falls and you close your eyes, I’ll cross the stars and visit you in your dreams. We’ll hold each other close in bed, just like before, and talk until we fall asleep. That would be nice now, wouldn’t it?”
Kiku smiled bitterly, blinking furiously to keep the tears from coming.
“How selfish of you, to ask me to sleep forever,” he chided gently, his failure to keep his tears back staining Arthur’s sleeve.
“Not forever,” Arthur smiled back, tender as the morning sun. “Just stay awake long enough to miss me.”
Random ficbit from nowhere. Imperial island nations.
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Tearing each other apart with words and weapons, they battled endlessly, fiercely and happily. Swords clashed and sparked, blood flew and landed on their pristine white clothing, the purity of the raw joy of being able to grab each other by the throat and screaming each others’ names in the heat of battle still unstained.
Their breaths mixing in the cold air, England smiled into Japan’s eyes as his gloved fingers closed ever tighter around the other country’s slender throat.
“Have you been thinking of me, Japan?”
Light flashed off Japan’s sword as it bit gently into the thin skin of England’s throat.
“Every night, England,” Japan almost purrs, his right hand holding the blade steady against the pulse in England’s neck, so close he can feel it beat in time against the steel of his sword. “I dream of your blood on my hands, your insides sliding softly over my sword. The land stained red with you is a beautiful thing to wake up to.”
Human AU, where Arthur is down with an incurable disease.
Title is taken from a chapter of Mr. Fredward’s Duck.
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Human AU, where Arthur is down with an incurable disease.
Title is taken from a chapter of Mr. Fredward’s Duck.
*
“Make my bed and light the light,
I’ll be home late tonight,
Blackbird bye bye…”
“Liar.”
Arthur thought foggily that he really should tell the nurse that he wanted to cut back on the morphine. The painkillers were making him hear things, like the light and love of his life calling him a liar.
“You promised that we would grow old together. You promised I would never be alone again.”
Oh. Well then.
Turning his head and trying his best to ignore the infernal tube running up his nose and down his throat as well as the IV stuck in his arm, Arthur laid his hand on top of Kiku’s. He could feel that Kiku was trying to keep up his stoic appearance, that it was taking all the willpower he could muster to stop his hands from trembling as he gently laid his own free hand onto of Arthur’s.
“A gentleman never lies, love.”
Arthur tried his best to continue, despite feeling that his tongue had curled up and died somewhere in the sandy desert that his mouth had become due to the chemotherapy. And he thought the treatments were supposed to make him feel better.
“I will never leave you, Kiku. When you think of me, I’ll be there. When night falls and you close your eyes, I’ll cross the stars and visit you in your dreams. We’ll hold each other close in bed, just like before, and talk until we fall asleep. That would be nice now, wouldn’t it?”
Kiku smiled bitterly, blinking furiously to keep the tears from coming.
“How selfish of you, to ask me to sleep forever,” he chided gently, his failure to keep his tears back staining Arthur’s sleeve.
“Not forever,” Arthur smiled back, tender as the morning sun. “Just stay awake long enough to miss me.”
Random ficbit from nowhere. Imperial island nations.
*
Tearing each other apart with words and weapons, they battled endlessly, fiercely and happily. Swords clashed and sparked, blood flew and landed on their pristine white clothing, the purity of the raw joy of being able to grab each other by the throat and screaming each others’ names in the heat of battle still unstained.
Their breaths mixing in the cold air, England smiled into Japan’s eyes as his gloved fingers closed ever tighter around the other country’s slender throat.
“Have you been thinking of me, Japan?”
Light flashed off Japan’s sword as it bit gently into the thin skin of England’s throat.
“Every night, England,” Japan almost purrs, his right hand holding the blade steady against the pulse in England’s neck, so close he can feel it beat in time against the steel of his sword. “I dream of your blood on my hands, your insides sliding softly over my sword. The land stained red with you is a beautiful thing to wake up to.”