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blood_wingedTitle: Mutiny, Jones?
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Characters/Pairings: USxUK
Rating: PG
Summary: Arthur catches Alfred in his old pirate outfit.
Warning: Kissing, slightly tsundere!Arthur
AN: Written formihaeljeevas . The prompt was 'America dressed in England's old pirate garb seducing tsundere!England'.
Arthur used to be taller.
This is what Alfred thought as he settled the rich scarlet coat on his shoulders, twitched the gold-stitched cuffs down and realised that Arthur’s old pirate garb fitted him perfectly. A tri-corner hat lay on the bed behind him, though he hadn’t yet dared to touch it. In front of him, reflected in the full-length mirror on the inside of Arthur’s wardrobe door, was a young man with sunny blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing a white shirt and dark brown breeches with polished black boots that came to just below his knees. It was the coat, though, that he had really wanted to try on. It was a beautiful thing, red and gold with shiny brass buttons and it was so soft he couldn’t believe that Arthur had worn it when he was sailing the high seas fighting Antonio.
He looked at himself for a long while, and decided that he did look a little like Arthur. As an afterthought he took his glasses off and placed them on the bed, and picked up the hat thoughtfully, putting it on after a moment.
Alfred decided that he quite liked being a pirate.
“You’re wearing it wrong.”
Pirates were not supposed to jump out of their skin the way that Alfred did when he heard that voice. In the mirror he saw Arthur leaning against the wall just inside the door, and he froze, watching the man as he walked over and automatically ducking his head as Arthur reached up to fix the angle of his hat.
“If you’re going to play dress-up you could at least ask permission first,” Arthur said sourly as he smoothed the front of the coat and ran his fingers under the lapels, his thumbs stroking over the gold trim.
“I’m sor-”
“It’s no use apologising now.” The Englishman sighed, and took a step back, his gaze so intense that Alfred felt it as a burning prickle on his skin. He shifted uncomfortably. “Although, when I invite you to spend a weekend in my house I don’t expect you to go rummaging through my belongings.” Arthur turned away from him and waved one hand dismissively. “Take it off.”
Feeling rather chastised, Alfred’s hands went to remove the jacket, then he stopped, and a sly smirk worked its way over his face. With a flick of his wrist he cocked the hat at a jaunty angle and strode across the room, catching Arthur’s arm just before he reached the door. Irritably, the man jerked out of his grip, only to be pinned against the wall, with one of Alfred’s hands by his waist and the other arm beside his head.
“What the sodding hell do you think you’re doing?” he demanded, attempting to move away again and finding himself caught between the American’s arms. Suddenly, he was struck with just how well his old clothes fit his former charge, and a look that was almost wary crept into his eyes. Still, he kept his voice level with just the faintest hint of annoyance... which Alfred deftly ignored. Arthur swallowed, unable to abandon the thought that Alfred was very attractive without his glasses, the colour of his eyes vivid and bright as they locked on to the Englishman’s.
“Take it off, Captain,” Alfred said, purred, and Arthur’s eyes widened. He pressed his palms to Alfred’s chest but he might have been pushing at a brick wall for all the distance he managed to move the taller male. Locked in place, with Alfred so close, smelling faintly of coffee and the lingering scent of gunpowder from the clothes he wore, Arthur felt his face heat, and he shrank against the wall as butterflies sprang up in his stomach.
“This is mutiny, Jones,” he whispered, pushing at the man’s chest again and this time finding no resistance, glancing down as Alfred’s hands rested at his hips. He walked the American back across the room, finding himself turned and sat down on the edge of the bed. Alfred took the tri-corner hat off, and after a moment of thought, placed it on Arthur’s head.
“Perhaps it is,” Alfred said then, thoughtfully, a mischievous glint in his sky blue eyes. He shrugged the coat from his shoulders, and tossed it unceremoniously onto the bed, looking down at Arthur. The Englishman still looked slightly annoyed, but then, he always looked like that, with his eyebrows drawn together in a light frown and the faintest, cutest pout that Alfred had ever seen. He scooted back as Alfred moved closer, tilting his head up and half closing his eyes against the kiss that followed, and couldn’t help the smile that curved his lips as he gave in and slid his hands up over the younger man’s shoulders. The American smirked, easing his lover down.
“What is it that you pirates say?” he asked, absently tugging Arthur’s tie off and setting to work on the buttons of his shirt. Arthur made a contented sound, and ran one hand into Alfred’s soft hair, guiding him into a warm kiss. Their lips were barely parted when Arthur gave his answer, his voice low and coy.
“All aboard.”
Author:
blood_winged Characters/Pairings: USxUK
Rating: PG
Summary: Arthur catches Alfred in his old pirate outfit.
Warning: Kissing, slightly tsundere!Arthur
AN: Written for
mihaeljeevas . The prompt was 'America dressed in England's old pirate garb seducing tsundere!England'.****
Arthur used to be taller.
This is what Alfred thought as he settled the rich scarlet coat on his shoulders, twitched the gold-stitched cuffs down and realised that Arthur’s old pirate garb fitted him perfectly. A tri-corner hat lay on the bed behind him, though he hadn’t yet dared to touch it. In front of him, reflected in the full-length mirror on the inside of Arthur’s wardrobe door, was a young man with sunny blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing a white shirt and dark brown breeches with polished black boots that came to just below his knees. It was the coat, though, that he had really wanted to try on. It was a beautiful thing, red and gold with shiny brass buttons and it was so soft he couldn’t believe that Arthur had worn it when he was sailing the high seas fighting Antonio.
He looked at himself for a long while, and decided that he did look a little like Arthur. As an afterthought he took his glasses off and placed them on the bed, and picked up the hat thoughtfully, putting it on after a moment.
Alfred decided that he quite liked being a pirate.
“You’re wearing it wrong.”
Pirates were not supposed to jump out of their skin the way that Alfred did when he heard that voice. In the mirror he saw Arthur leaning against the wall just inside the door, and he froze, watching the man as he walked over and automatically ducking his head as Arthur reached up to fix the angle of his hat.
“If you’re going to play dress-up you could at least ask permission first,” Arthur said sourly as he smoothed the front of the coat and ran his fingers under the lapels, his thumbs stroking over the gold trim.
“I’m sor-”
“It’s no use apologising now.” The Englishman sighed, and took a step back, his gaze so intense that Alfred felt it as a burning prickle on his skin. He shifted uncomfortably. “Although, when I invite you to spend a weekend in my house I don’t expect you to go rummaging through my belongings.” Arthur turned away from him and waved one hand dismissively. “Take it off.”
Feeling rather chastised, Alfred’s hands went to remove the jacket, then he stopped, and a sly smirk worked its way over his face. With a flick of his wrist he cocked the hat at a jaunty angle and strode across the room, catching Arthur’s arm just before he reached the door. Irritably, the man jerked out of his grip, only to be pinned against the wall, with one of Alfred’s hands by his waist and the other arm beside his head.
“What the sodding hell do you think you’re doing?” he demanded, attempting to move away again and finding himself caught between the American’s arms. Suddenly, he was struck with just how well his old clothes fit his former charge, and a look that was almost wary crept into his eyes. Still, he kept his voice level with just the faintest hint of annoyance... which Alfred deftly ignored. Arthur swallowed, unable to abandon the thought that Alfred was very attractive without his glasses, the colour of his eyes vivid and bright as they locked on to the Englishman’s.
“Take it off, Captain,” Alfred said, purred, and Arthur’s eyes widened. He pressed his palms to Alfred’s chest but he might have been pushing at a brick wall for all the distance he managed to move the taller male. Locked in place, with Alfred so close, smelling faintly of coffee and the lingering scent of gunpowder from the clothes he wore, Arthur felt his face heat, and he shrank against the wall as butterflies sprang up in his stomach.
“This is mutiny, Jones,” he whispered, pushing at the man’s chest again and this time finding no resistance, glancing down as Alfred’s hands rested at his hips. He walked the American back across the room, finding himself turned and sat down on the edge of the bed. Alfred took the tri-corner hat off, and after a moment of thought, placed it on Arthur’s head.
“Perhaps it is,” Alfred said then, thoughtfully, a mischievous glint in his sky blue eyes. He shrugged the coat from his shoulders, and tossed it unceremoniously onto the bed, looking down at Arthur. The Englishman still looked slightly annoyed, but then, he always looked like that, with his eyebrows drawn together in a light frown and the faintest, cutest pout that Alfred had ever seen. He scooted back as Alfred moved closer, tilting his head up and half closing his eyes against the kiss that followed, and couldn’t help the smile that curved his lips as he gave in and slid his hands up over the younger man’s shoulders. The American smirked, easing his lover down.
“What is it that you pirates say?” he asked, absently tugging Arthur’s tie off and setting to work on the buttons of his shirt. Arthur made a contented sound, and ran one hand into Alfred’s soft hair, guiding him into a warm kiss. Their lips were barely parted when Arthur gave his answer, his voice low and coy.
“All aboard.”
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Date: 2009-12-25 12:35 am (UTC)Love how it starts off with Alfred just being.. a dork.. and playing dress-up with Arthur's old pirate clothes. And the fact that it fits perfectly on Alfred makes me laugh even harder at the fact that Arthur shrunk. Or was taller. Because old people tend to shrink sometimes, or my parents do. /laughs more.
And yet, Alfred ends up pimping out the Pirate and does all the pillaging and plundering he feels like doing. Nice. 8D -not completely all here, don't mind the rambles.-
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Date: 2009-12-25 12:40 am (UTC)My parents aren't shrinking. Yet. My grandparents are, though. I swear I'm six inches taller than my grandma now o.o; They've been telling me to stop growing! I'm not growing anymore, I'm twenty-one! XD
Alfred totally pimps the Pirate. And we love it. =D
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Date: 2009-12-25 12:38 am (UTC)thank you so much for the gift. ♥
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Date: 2009-12-25 12:41 am (UTC)I'm so happy it's what you wanted! >w<;;
You're very welcome, of course. ♥
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Date: 2009-12-25 04:12 am (UTC)I loved it, and not just because I think pirates are dead sexy~
but also because Alfred and Arthur are also hecka sexy and Ajskfjwoy@(#lololwut.♥
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Date: 2009-12-25 04:13 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-12-25 04:48 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-12-27 05:09 am (UTC)And lol at England getting shorter over the years. I'M SURE IT JUST STRETCHED IN THE WASH OR SOMETHING
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Date: 2009-12-27 03:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-01 10:12 am (UTC)Feeling content here too! TTwTT
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Date: 2010-01-01 04:35 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-01-02 04:55 pm (UTC)