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youcancallmesina · 1 year

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I'm bored so I filled this thing and I'm gonna rave about each individual slider(?) and their dynamic because I can. (This is a usuk blog mainly after all lol)

I'll only go in depth for certain ones not all of them btw.

It's under the cut since it's quite long, I really decided to info dumb lol.

(All of these are personal headcanons which you can obviously disagree with, I just wanted to share what's in my head)

(Also note that most of these headcanons are mostly for the human Au but some also apply for canon too)

So for genders:

Arthur: Tbh I've always kinda flipped between him being cis or trans but recently I've been leaning more towards trans just because it feels right for me. He feels comfortable wearing suits just as well as dresses (because clothes don't take away or add to trans men's masculinity in my opinion, it's just a piece of cloth). I also sometimes headcanon for Arthur that he uses they/them pronounces too but I haven't really settled on it yet.

Alfred: He's just a cis man. I've also sometimes considered him using they/them as well as he/him and other times I've thought of Alfred just being non-binary but I also still haven't settled for which yet. While Alfred dresses mostly in pants I think he also doesn't mind wearing skirts for fun (he also thinks they're super comfortable!) But yeah Hoodies, Jean's, and sweatpants are his usual go to fits.

Sexuality:

Alfred: I have always headcanoned him as bi honestly but recently I have been leaning into him being biromantic and demisexual. I hc Alfred that he hadn’t even realised he was demisexual until way later (probably after he met Arthur). Like he had always known he swung both ways and has flirted a few times here and there but when it came down to serious business he either felt uncomfortable or confused. He had tried watching pron but never found it as interesting as his peers made it sound like. The way the relationship between Alfred and Arthur has developed was from friendship, Alfred found himself craving Arthur more the more they spent time together (but not sexually) and eventually after they started going out and Alfred has developed a deep connection with Arthur, he found himself also craving him sexually but he was confused because it was somewhat foreign to him, when he had talked about it with Arthur, he found out through him what demisexuality means.

Frequently Argues:

By frequently argues I mostly mean that they tend to bicker like and old, married couple and not necessarily viciously. Sure, sometimes they have serious fights but at the end of the day they talk about it and make up. Arthur tends to nag more, and it's usually like: "Alfred fold your clothes", "Alfred don't leave the bathroom light on when you're not using it.", "don't leave cans scattered about", etc. Alfred prefers to avoid arguing with Arthur but sometimes he'll snap if he's in a bad mood, but he'll always come back and apologise because guilt eats him up once he cools down.

Crybaby:

Arthur is a huge crybaby in my opinion and no one can convince me otherwise. He acts tough and all but he's actually a softie. Although horror movies don't affect him at all, he's the type of person who cries while watching a sad scene in a romantic movie or a scene that is overwhelmingly wholesome and happy. Alfred had teased him a couple of times for it but he secretly thinks it's adorable and loves holding him close to comfort him. Alfred is also quite emotional himself and also cries at emotional scenes (he absolutely bawled at Gwen's death scene from that one spiderman movie, and they both cried during the titanic).

Overprotective:

Alfred and Arthur cherish each other and they're not scared of throwing hands if anyone hurts the other. When Arthur runs into transphobes, Alfred immediately goes into attack mode (not necessarily physically, sometimes anyway) at whoever they are and becomes absolutely furious and while Arthur could easily handle them on his own he secretly enjoys it when Alfred jumps in to defend him with so much fierceness. Viceversa, Arthur gets mad at anyone who makes Alfred feel insicure about himself, and he definitely goes, "He's my idiot and I'm the only one who can call him that!" When someone calls Alfred stupid or an idiot.

Secretive vs Openbook:

In here I don't mean that Arthur doesn't trust Alfred specifically but he has trust issues in general. While yes at the beginning of the friendship Arthur was much more secretive, the more he had gotten to know Alfred, the more he felt comfortable sharing more and opening up a bit and although at the beginning of the relationship there were some communication issues, and misunderstandings (mainly on Arthur’s side) they slowly made fixed their way through it and Arthur feels much more comfortable expressing himself to Alfred although he still struggles with strangers and some friends. Alfred on the other hand is literally an open book, you could look at his face and know exactly what's going through his head except for the few times when he deliberately chooses to conceal his thoughts but those are on rarer occasions.

Gives Gifts vs Does Favors:

Arthur loves making handmade things and giving them as gifts. He had knitted for Alfred countless of sweaters, scarves, hats, and even once knitted him an alien plushie which Alfred absolutely adores and is a necessity for him to sleep with ever since he received it. Alfred on the other hand likes doing things for Arthur even he doesn't necessarily need the favor but he won't complain if Alfred insists on fixing his stuff or running errands for him or drives him to his appointments even when he can go on his own and the poor guy will get horribly bored during it.

Sporty vs Dormant:

While Alfred does like spending hours playing video games, he also likes being active and unless he's fixated on a game he is very hyper and jittery. When he can't go outside for whatever reason, he will pace the entirety of the house, follow Arthur around, move about the bookshelves sometimes he randomly starts doing mini workouts in the middle of the living room and Arthur swears that the American will climb the walls if he could soon. When he can go outside, he loves running, playing with dogs at the park, playing with the neighbourhood children, sometimes he goes as far to running errands for the neighbours and Arthur will have to drag his ass back home to cuddle with him or eat his food. Arthur on the other hand prefers lounging somewhere with a book or a knitting/embroidery project as he listens to his favourite music and sips his tea. Whenever Alfred drags him outside, he stars whining and complaining and it usually goes something like this: "My feet hurt. Are we done yet? Ugghhh, it's so hot/ I'm bloody freezing. Can we go home now? Do you have to play with every dog you see? Can we go and relax somewhere? I want to go home." And Alfred sometimes finds it amusing while replying with a "Stop whining like a spoiled brat." Which usually raises Arthur’s hackles.

Submissive vs Dominant:

I honestly don't mind it at all when people write Arthur as submissive but I personally headcanon him to be quiet feisty and kind of a brat too which Alfred does like, he finds it interesting. When it's in bed, I like to think Arthur is either a power bottom or just a brat who likes testing Alfred's patience, maybe both lol. Alfred finds it both frustrating and exhilarating.

Kinky vs Vanilla:

We all know damn well who introduced who into the kinky devil's tango lol but yeah Arthur was initially worried Alfred wouldn't like kinky things such as handcuffing, gagging, etch, etc what's with him being demisexual, he wasn't sure how much the other was willing to try but was pleasantly surprised when Alfred agreed and even started initiating kinky things after he was introduced to it (I'm trying to remain sfw as much as I can here).

I have even more things I want to share but I'll do them separately in another post because I'm tired lol.

#what headcanons do you guys have for this ship?#i honestly didn't realise i wrote this much #that's how passionate i am about this ship lol #but it was really fun honestly #I've always wanted to share my headcanons somewhere so there you go :)#hetalia #hws america #hws england #alfred f jones #arthur kirkland #beiei #usuk #sina.art #sina rambles

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zombieumbreon · 2 years

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How They'd Tease You During Game Night With His Friends.

Ft. multi fandoms and some multi character x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, sexually explicit, voyeurism, fingering, use of toys, sexting, groping, eventual sharing.

Enjoy, zombabes.

Would have his fingers buried as far into your sex as they could get, trying with fail to have you moan out loud for his friends to hear. Hoping he would get to make you blush and come undone. They'd heard you over the headset on the days you decide to ride your boyfriend's cock while he gamed, you didn't know that yet though. ~~~Kenma, Kuroo, Bokuto, Tetsutetsu, Kaminari, Sero, Hatsuharu, Oikawa, Hawks, Dabi

Would be sending you naughty texts, with your favorite X rated gifs attached. He would describe what he wants to do to you until you're asking to leave the gathering. Will completely ruin you once you get home. >> Kuroo, Sero, Kaminari, Tanaka, Nishinoya, Karma, Shigure, Usuke,

Would have stuffed your hole(s) full of toys, something stuffing your ass, keeping you open for him for later. {Thiiiis is about to get written} A U shaped toy pressing to your clit and your spongy spot inside, vibrations nearly making you crazy. Once you finally give in and your whimpers are heard, though you're pressed into his chest, there's hands on every inch of your body. >> Bakusquad, Kenma/Kuroo/Nishinoya/Bokuto,

#anime x reader #smut #mha #yyh #hq #fruits basket

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godfistgonnalive · 9 months

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when i was solely a davekat fanfic reader on ao3 i was rarely ever starved for content like every day tons of high quality, novel-length intriguing fics were updated and i was eating GOOD. there was exactly 2 times i had a ‘davekat drought’ but those only lasted like.. a week. now that i’m a hetalia fan, every day is a drought on ao3 as well as a warzone. i dont often find a fic im interested in and when i do? either the author just HAD to include spamano bullshit or write other weird shit . i always have to check peoples profiles because i refuse to read anything from usuk-ers or spamano-ers. shoutout to all normal hetalia authors though i love you guys you do a very important service to me. i would write my own stuff but i havent had the motivation lately but just you bitches wait. my fruk fic ive been brainstorming will be real. eventually. ALSO IF ANYONE OUT THERE HAS FIC RECS FOR AMERIPAN OR FRUK OR LIETPOL OR AMERUS OR GERITA OR PRUITA OR PRUMANO OR SUFIN OR UHHMM UHHMMMMM IDK IDK PLLLEASEEE TELL ME and do not reccomend me that among us mpreg fic. every day when i check the tags for most of those ships i just listed its the FUCKING AMONG US MPREG FIC i cant take it anymore.

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alifeasvivid · 2 years

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Because I remember you said when An anon asked about ukus fics where Alfred loses his virginity to Arthur and said your scared of the feedback. I love you're work. Also is there something you will never write about?

I had to go back and look at that ask XD What I meant was that the few kink meme fills I did do many millennia ago were shota. They were canonverse, but they were definitely shota.

I'm not likely to write that kind of thing ever again. (technicolor heart will eventually have a scene where Alfred is 14, but that... that fic is honest to god not kink, it's more of a thought experiment and if I ever even write the second chapter it'll be a goddamn miracle).

I can't say I will never write about a particular thing. I'm not likely to write anymore shota ever again (add loli to that too though I've never written it), I don't enjoy non-con so you'll almost definitely never see me write that... but I generally don't deal in absolutes if I can help it.

The thing is... when it comes to this blog, I am definitely a coward. None of my opinions or fic ideas or anything are worth losing this blog and the little community I love. I don't want to hurt people or make them feel bad, I just wanna talk about usuk/ukus and have fun.

If I have an idea that I think is worth going to the mat for, I'll write it as a book instead P:

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ao3feed-usukus · 2 months

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| La Cueva de las Estrellas || UsUk |

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/mcFQ9ne by Hikari_no_Yami69 Todos en aquel lugar nacían con una habilidad especial, algunos podían elevar cosas tan solo con la mente, otros tenían la fuerza de cien hombre, otros tantos podían leer las mentes, todas esas habilidades le parecían de lo más fascinantes a Arthur, para él todas aquellas habilidades tenían un sentido y quizá hasta una misión que cumplir. Incluso la suya, pero él todavía no la descubría.  Ambientado en mundo alterno.  Fanfic con un solo capítulo.  Pareja UsUk como la principal y definitiva. Posibles otras menciones extras. Words: 7998, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Español Fandoms: Hetalia: Axis Powers Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Scotland (Hetalia) Relationships: America/England (Hetalia) Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Eventual Happy Ending, Romance, Alternate Universe - Magic read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/mcFQ9ne

#usuk #usukus #ukus #aph usuk #usk #米英 #べいえい #味覚音痴コンボ #アルアサ #hetalia #fanfiction #hws usuk

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chibiauthorchan · 5 years

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The Hetalian’s Guide to the Galaxy

Wow, long time no post! I heard @alifeasvivid talk about a crossover between Hetalia (maining USUK) and the novel The Hitchhickers Guide to the Galaxy. The source material for this project I wrote for an English class back in high school belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya and Douglas Adams respectively. For those of you who have read the latter you will notice that yes, this is strikingly similar. But I had a lot of fun writing this when I did and putting in tons of fun Easter eggs. I hope you enjoy! (P.S. Tumblr messes with the formatting, sorry)

Contents: THGttG, Preface and about a fourth of Chapter 1 (it’s really long) Word count: 2,178 Warnings: Alcohol mention, aliens, impending destruction of the Earth Summary: Arthur Kirkland woke up hungover, thinking this was just going to like any other day. Well, it wasn’t.

This is the story of a terrible, stupid catastrophe and some of its consequences. All of which except said consequences happened on a Thursday.

This is also the story of a parody of a book named after another book that was dreamt up by an 11th-grade girl set in an alternate universe from both her own and the one of the original book named after another book. The book that the book was named after is known as The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy- which is not a book that originated from Earth from any of these universes nor was it published on any of these Earths. The book named after that book is in fact found on earth, but only in the universe that this 11th-grade girl comes from as this is the only universe where such a book exists. This story that parodies the book named after the other book and shall be called The Hetalian’s Guide to the Galaxy because this girl is a lover of puns. You see, the universe this parody of a book named after a book has characters from one anime series known as Hetalia placed into the world of the book named after the book. It’s a pun as fans of this anime are known as Hetalians. A pun is a joke based off of wordplay that in fact does not originate from any of these Earths so the earth fellow who thought himself clever from inventing the joke form was, in reality, reusing a billion-year-old idea that had long died out everywhere else in any of these universes.

Nevertheless, the book that the book this story parodies is named after is a wholly remarkable book.

In fact, it was probably the most remarkable book ever to come out of the great publishing corporations of Ursa Minor- of which no Earthman has ever heard of unless one comes from the universe in which this 11th-grade girl comes from and that individual has also read the book named after the other book¹. Much of these first three pages this girl has found unnecessary to the plot and it is being skipped over. Thus one could say this is also an abridged parody of a book named after a book. The one only slightly necessary piece of information relevant to something that will come later is that there are two books. One known as The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy and one known as the great Encyclopedia Galactica which was only mentioned one other time in the entirety of the book named after the other book.

So, with that out of the way let’s get to the good stuff. Which follows as thus.

The story of this terrible, stupid Thursday, the story of its extraordinary consequences, and the story of how these consequences are inextricably intertwined with this remarkable parody of a book named after a book begins very simply.

It begins with a house.

¹The 11th-grade girl writing this project would like to apologize in advance for all of the ways this parody will take twists and turns and make no sense as it talks about parodies of books named after books and the different universes the worlds these pieces of the puzzle come from. It is not her intention to confuse, this is simply the format of the book named after a book that this story is a parody of. This parody will also include plenty of British English slang as in both the book named after a book and in this parody our main character is an Englishman. Yes, long only semi-necessary footnotes such as these are found in this book named after a book and the parody will follow suit in style.

This house stood alone on the edge of a small town. It wasn't very special. Thirty years old, made of brick, and had four windows with a size and proportion with the rest of the house that was anything but aesthetically pleasing. The only person to which this house held any special value was a man named Arthur Kirkland or is it Dent? For the sake of this parody and in order to prevent confusions between the main character from the book named after a book (who's first name just also happens to be Arthur) the main character of this parody is known as Arthur Kirkland. In the universe of this parody the main character's differences with the one from the original book this story parodies don't stop at last names. Arthur Dent is about thirty years old; tall; and dark haired. Arthur Kirkland, on the other hand, is younger, twenty-three on that particular Thursday. He isn't very tall either standing in at 175 cm (or 5' 9" for those who prefer the imperial system) and his hair is anything but dark being a shade of blond that was paler but certainly not dull, and when hit with certain lights his hair even gained a golden halo. His eyebrows, however... well the best way to describe them would be thick, expressive, and surprisingly well kept. Visually they were one of his more well-known traits. The similarities between the two didn't stop at first names. For starters both characters are English. Arthur Dent used to live in London and moved to this small house as London made him nervous and irritable. Arthur Kirkland outside this universe still lives in London, but for the sake of this parody he has also moved (his reason being escaping his siblings). Their personalities are similar too, both being never quite at ease with themselves and being prone to worrying. Arthur Kirkland just being a little fierier but an English gentleman nonetheless.

The night before this particular Thursday it rained quite heavily as it is known to do in England. The ground outside was wet and muddy, however, that morning the sun was shining bright and clear as it shone down on Arthur's house for what was to be the very last time.

See, it hadn’t properly registered for Arthur that the council wanted to knock his house down and build a bypass through the rubble.

That morning at eight o'clock Arthur woke up not feeling very well. He did not enjoy the sunshine. Instead, he wanted to crawl back in his blankets and curse the sun away as it was effectively making his morning much worse. Instead, he forced himself to get up which he did quite blearily. He got up, opened a window, caught sight of a bulldozer outside, found his red, fuzzy slippers and slipped them on, grabbed his favorite dark green dressing gown and slipped that on as well, then stomped off to the bathroom for a wash.

Toothpaste on the brushㅡso. Scrub.

Shaving mirrorㅡpointing at the ceiling. Arthur adjusted it. For a split second a second bulldozer could be seen in the reflection as it was visible through the bathroom window. He completely ignored this and with the mirror now properly adjusted it show Arthur his own face and his stubble which he promptly shaved off. Arthur washed his face, dried it off, then stomped off to the kitchen to find something to eat or drink for that matter.

Kettle, plug, fridge, milk, tea. Yawn.

For a brief moment the word bulldozer found it’s way into Arthur’s thoughts. He tried to find something to connect the word to.

The bulldozer outside the kitchen window was certainly a big one. Large enough to take care of a house.

For a moment Arthur stared at it.

“What an ugly shade of yellow.” He thought before stomping back to his bedroom to get dressed. He didn’t get very far.

Before he got back to his bedroom Arthur took a quick pit stop at the bathroom in order to fetch a glass of water to drink. Then he drank another. It was at this point Arthur began to suspect that he was in fact hungover. It wasn't uncommon for Arthur to wake up with an annoying alcohol induced headache but the question that crossed his mind is why? Of course in order to be hung over one had to have been drinking. So why had he been drinking? His thoughts were interrupted by a flash of color in the shaving mirror. "Yellow..." was all that was thought before Arthur proceeded to the bedroom.

In the middle of picking out his clothes memories of last night suddenly came rushing back. “The pub,” was the first thing that came to mind, “of course it was the bloody pub! Where else could it have been?!” After that short internal argument more memories returned but in a very vague fashion. He remembered being fairly upset about... something. He’d been complaining about it to other random pub goers in a drunk whining sort of fashion. The clearest visual recollection was of the glazed, drunken looks on the faces of others in the pub. What was it that made him feel the need to become absolutely smashed over? Arthur wracked his brain trying to remember. “Something... bypass...” He mumbled. Deciding that is wasn’t extremely important he resumed getting ready for his day.

Dear God though his hangover was almost unbearable. Whatever he did he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was forgetting something extremely important. Arthur caught a glance of himself in the wardrobe mirror, proceeded to call himself an utter twat for drinking too much yet again, then attempted to fix his messy hair in the mirror. It didn’t help much, his hair was naturally a mess. He settled for the usual level of tame which meant the choppy layers of his hair laid relatively neatly. The word yellow came to mind again and Arthur tried to find something to connect the word to.

Fifteen seconds later he was outside his house laying in the mud in front of a big yellow bulldozer that was advancing up his garden path.

Mr. Raivis Galante was, as they say, only human. Which meant that he's a bipedal carbon-based life form which shared a common ancestor with apes which live on earth. Mr. Raivis Galante more specifically was in his late teens to early twenties (though he looked to be around 15), short, scrawny, and worked for the local council. On a completely unnecessary note Mr. Galante was a direct male descendant of Alexander Nevsky. He really didn't look much like Alexander and was by no means a warrior type, in fact, he was a nervous, worried man. The reason he was particularly nervous and worried that Thursday morning was his job has something go seriously wrong as Arthur Kirkland's house was supposed to be demolished by the end of the day and Arthur Kirkland was laying in the mud in front of his house preventing the bulldozers from doing their job.

“C-come off it, Mr. Kirkland,” he said with a nervous stutter, “you can’t win, y-you know. I-It’s not like you can lay in f-front of the bulldozer forever.” The small man tried to look intimidating by trying to produce a fire in his eyes but it was near impossible for him to look anything close to intimidating.

Arthur lay there in the mud unmoving as he spat back with his usual English stubbornness.

“I’m game,” he responded confidently, “we’ll see who rots here first. I know it won’t be me.”

“I-I’m afraid you have to a-accept it,” Mr. Galante said fidgeting with the hem of his jacket, “w-we have to build this bypass, a-and we’re going to do it!” He ended up shouting trying to swallow his nerves, but the effort had no effect.

"Well this is the first I've heard of it," Arthur commented casually, "why's it got to be built in the first place?"

The smaller man’s hands balled into fists but he forced them to relax. He wouldn’t be able to hit Arthur anyways. “What do you mean why?” His stutter was gone thanks to his building frustrations. “It’s a bypass, you’ve got to build it.”

A bypass is a simple structure that allows people to get to one point to another and vice versa. Arthur lived in between these hypothetical points and found no use for the bypass. Raivis wanted to be far away from any of these points especially if it meant he wasn't dealing with Arthur. However, none of this justifies the young man's logic over why the bypass must be built.

Raivis shifted his weight around uncomfortable not being able to find a suitable balance. Someone hadn’t done their job right and he could only pray that it wasn’t him.

“Y-you were entitled to make a-any suggestions or protests back when it would have b-been appropriate, Mr. Kirkland.” The small man’s stutter returned along with his nerves. He avoided making eye contact with the Brit lying on the ground as he continued to shift uncomfortably.

“Appropriate time?” Arthur mused with fake interest. “Appropriate time?” When he repeated the phrase his tone was less amused. “The first I knew about this bloody construction project was when a workman just happened to pop by my house the other day. He was the first to tell me anything about your bypass by informing me quite bluntly that my house was to be demolished. Demolished, and at first I thought he was there to clean the bleeding windows! Which I might add that he did charging me a fiver before dropping that bomb on me.” Arthur was absolutely fuming. Even laying there in the mud in his dressing gown he managed to be frightening.

"B-but Mr. Kirkland, th-the plans have been available in the planning office for the l-last nine months." Mr. Galante tried fruitlessly to reason with the disgruntled Englishman in front of him but Arthur was having none of it.

"Oh, as soon as I found out I went down to your planning office to see them. I headed straight there yesterday afternoon. They weren't exactly somewhere a normal person could find them easily. Absolutely no effort was put into calling attention to them!" Arthur's words were dripping with venom and sarcasm.

“B-but the plans were on d-display...”

“On display?! I had to go into the cellar to find them!”

“Th-that’s the display department.”

“I had to bring a torch with me!”

“Th-the lights must have gone...”

“Yes apparently so had the stairs.”

“B-but you found the notice, d-didn’t you?”

“Yes,” Arthur said seething with rage, “yes I did. It was on display in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying ‘Beware of the Leopard.’ ”

Mr. Galante frowned slightly as a cloud passed overhead casting a shadow over Arthur and his house the former of which lay in the cold mud propped up by his elbow. He just couldn’t understand why Arthur would defend such a house so feverishly.

“It’s not as if it’s a particularly nice house...” he mumbled showing off his bad habit of saying the wrong things at the wrong time. It usually resulted in making someone angry, if they weren’t angry already.

“Well excuse me, but I happen to like it.” Arthur replied with an incredibly sarcastic voice.

“You’ll like the bypass!” Raivis tried to counter.

“Oh piss off!” Arthur spat. “Just piss off and go away, and take your bloody bypass with you! You haven’t got a leg to stand on and you know it!”

Mr. Galante’s mouth opened and closed several times as he wracked his brain for something to say in response to Arthur’s outburst. His mind for a moment was filled with visions of Arthur’s house being torn apart in the most horrific of ways some of which ended in a blaze of fire with Arthur himself running and screaming from the flaming ruin. Raivis was sometimes plagued with these dark thoughts but he could never act on them being too nervous and worried to do so.

"M-m-mr. Kirk-kland?" He stuttered trying to pull his thoughts back from the dark place they accidentally slipped into.

“Yes? What is it?” Arthur had no patience left in his voice.

“J-just wondering, do you have any idea how much damage a bulldozer would suffer if I just let it roll straight over you?” The small, trembling man had no actual intention of doing such a thing, he just wanted to see if it would scare Arthur off.

“No, how much?” Arthur asked.

“None at all.” Raivis responded with bravado before storming off.

By curious coincidence, “None at all” is exactly how much suspicion Arthur held over whether his closest friends was in fact not an earth native life form. This friend was in fact from a small planet far away from Earth somewhere in the vicinity of Betelgeuse not from a Gildford as this friend usually claimed.

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ask-mutearthur · 6 years

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ARE YOU GUYS DATING NOW???

Kiku: They’re practically married.

#usuk #eventual usuk #kiku logging in #im tired anon-san #they sleep like this every time friday movie night ends #and alfred wont admit his feelings #arthur-san.. well i dont blame arthur-san #bc i want alfred to do it #u know #like #alfreds the seme #wwww #im taking my leave now

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coralcatsea · 4 months

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Nyo USUK AU where Aster and Amelia are two princesses attempting to win over the same prince, but he likes having both women around too much and keeps putting off his decision.

Eventually the princesses grow sick of this and marry each other instead.

#hetalia #hws #aph #hws england #aph england #hws america #aph america #nyotalia #ukus #usuk #usukus #nyo england #nyo america #royalty au #princess au

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sassypantsjaxon · 2 years

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The Season

In the Four Kingdoms of the Cards, everyone who’s anyone gets married in the spring. Arthur and Alfred are planning on their wedding being the biggest event of the Season, until one little detail throws everything out of alignment. Now it’s Ludwig and Kiku who have to deal with the fallout.

Cardverse, but a modern au, complete with social media, tabloids, paparazzi, and the met gala.

(Chapters follow the prompts for @hwscardverseweek, but...are being posted late...)

Chapter One: Making Magic Happen

“What about this one?” Feliciano offered, showing his companions his phone screen.

“Oh, not that one,” Kiku sighed, “It’s too personal.” He was leaning over Ludwig to better watch Feliciano. One of his hands rested just on the inside of Ludwig’s knee. Ludwig had his arm wrapped around Kiku’s waist.

Feliciano nodded, swiping through his photos to find a more suitable one. “This one instead?” he offered.

Kiku glanced up at Ludwig for confirmation. Ludwig just shrugged, “It doesn’t really matter to me.”

“That will work.”

Feliciano glanced out the window, they were almost back to Kiku’s apartment. “What about the caption? Is there anything specific you want me to say?”

“Congratulations?” Ludwig offered, “What more needs to be said?”

“A lot actually.” Feliciano scolded, “Okay, try this again: is there anything you definitely don’t want me to say?”

“Honestly, Feli,” Ludwig said as the car pulled up in front of Kiku’s building, “You’re better at this than either of us-”

“Obviously.” Feli scoffed.

“So, you decide. You know what is or isn’t appropriate. You’re the one who’s made most of my social posts for the past however many years. You know us better than anyone else. You decide what pictures to use, you decide what to say, it doesn’t matter to me. For once in our lives, you have my blessing to go wild.”

Feli rolled his eyes as their driver got out to open the doors for them. “That’s right, you have more important things to worry about tonight.” He winked at his friends, making them both blush as Kiku consciously pulled away from Ludwig before the door opened. “You go have your fun now, leave the magic to me.”

“Thank you,” Ludwig said as he followed Kiku out. “Antonio,” he addressed his driver/security man, “Take Feliciano home, and then you’re done for tonight. I’ll let you know when to pick us up tomorrow.”

“Yes sir.” Antonio nodded.

Feliciano leaned forward to watch Kiku and Ludwig. Kiku had reached back to take Ludwig’s hand as he led him into the building. They were entirely focused on eachother, paying no mind as Feliciano took one last picture of them through the car window. He smiled to himself as he rolled down the window between him and the driver as Antonio got back in the car.

“Straight home?” he offered, “Or is there somewhere else you need to go?”

“No, home is fine.” Feli settled back already focused on his phone again, he had a lot of work yet to do tonight. “And you can come in if you want, Lovi would like that. I’m sure Ludwig won’t need you until later…Well. Late for him at least.”

Antonio chuckled as Feli focused back on the task at hand. He almost didn’t realize Toni had spoken to him again. “Sorry, what?”

“I said I’m a little surprised they went this route. They’re definitely opening themselves up to a lot of gossip this way.”

“Don’t worry about them,” Feli assured him, “I’m already working my magic, they’ll have the best outcome possible. I promise.”

“With a magician like you on their side,” Toni teased, “How could they not?”

—

“Uh, sir?” Yong Soo offered cautiously, “You might want to see this…”

“What now?” Yao took his assistant's phone, “You follow the prince of Hearts?” he asked skeptically.

“Just read it.” Yong Soo sighed. He watched Yao’s face as he read the caption. “You know they’re going to freak.”

“You know you shouldn’t talk about the future king and queen so casually.” Yao reminded him as he handed the device back. He groaned. He was getting too old for all this drama. Maybe he should just retire now and let Yong Soo deal with all the fallout.

“They’re Majesties won’t be happy.” Yong Soo repeated, “We’re going to have to go bigger and better to get the attention back on them now.”

“I know that.” Yao snapped, “But…we can deal with that in the morning. For now, just go home and get some sleep.”

“Yes sir.” Yong Soo hurriedly gathered his things. It wasn’t often that Yao let him go home early, especially now that they were preparing for the biggest wedding of the decade, if not the whole century. It was better that he took the chance before Yao changed his mind.

—

Ludwig woke up slowly. It was later than he usually would have slept, judging by the sunlight in the window. Kiku was still asleep, his head resting on Ludwig’s shoulder. He raised a hand to slowly stroke through Kiku’s dark hair, waiting for him to wake up before he got out of bed.

He didn’t have to wait long before Kiku stirred. “Good morning,” Ludwig whispered.

“Mhm,” Kiku hummed, trying to burrow further under the blankets.

“You can’t sleep all day,” Ludwig reminded him, “We’ll have to go see my father.”

“He can wait.” Kiku mumbled before raising his head to smile at Ludwig, “I have you all to myself right now, and I don’t intend to give you up.”

“You’re going to have to.”

“Not yet.” Kiku argued with a soft kiss. Ludwig kissed him back.

“I’m going to make breakfast,” he announced after a few minutes, getting out of bed as he spoke, “Anything you want?”

“Perhaps for you to come back?” Kiku requested.

Ludwig leaned down to give him another kiss. “No. We have a world to face.” He reminded Kiku.

“But not yet.” Kiku repeated as he followed Ludwig to his kitchen.

“No,” Ludwig smiled, “Not yet.”

Kiku picked up his dog, who was waiting for them outside his bedroom. “I’ll have to see if one of the employees downstairs will walk him today.”

“That’s probably for the best.” Ludwig agreed. He shuffled through Kiku’s fridge, trying to find something acceptable for breakfast. He pulled out a box of take out pizza. “Just like university,” he offered.

“Not quite,” Kiku took a slice, “Feli and Toni would be here too.”

“And aren’t you glad they’re not?” Ludwig teased.

Kiku rolled his eyes as he fed some of the pizza to his dog. He nodded. “They were always in the way.”

Ludwig picked up both of their phones from where they had left them to charge on the counter overnight. “Are you ready for this?” He asked as he held Kiku’s out to him.

Kiku hesitated, “Can we wait a little longer?”

“Yeah, of course we can.”

—

“Al…Al…” Alfred pulled his blanket over his head, trying to muffle the sound of his brother pounding on his door.

“Alfred, Arthur’s on his way over…Alfred, I’m coming in.”

“Noooo…” Alfred groaned as his brother let himself into his room.

“Alfred, you need to get up, Arthur’s on his way over.”

“You said that already.” Alfred grumbled, “And it’s not like he hasn’t seen me like this before.”

“I don’t need to know anything about that part of your relationship,” Matthew gagged, “And this isn’t just a funsies visit. Did you really not see this last night?”

“See what?” Alfred groaned as Matthew pulled his blankets away from him. He picked up Alfred’s phone, unlocking it to pull something up.

“A dozen missed messages from your fiance, for one.” Matthew said. Alfred tried to reach for his phone, suddenly alarmed, but Matthew pulled it away. “And a social post from one Feliciano Vargas for another.”

“Am I supposed to know who that is?” Alfred asked as he sat up, “How long before Artie gets here?”

Matthew rolled his eyes, “Feliciano Vargas is the best friend to Prince Ludwig of Hearts. He’s the source of any and all information about him. And you’re going to want to see this.” Matthew finally handed Alfred the phone. “Arthur will be here in about ten minutes.”

“The fuck…?” Alfred asked as he scrolled through the pictures of the prince, along with a very familiar face, “What the fuck?”

“Yeah,” Matthew sighed, “That’s what I thought.”

—

Ludwig never ceased to be amazed by just how much smaller than him Kiku was. He was currently wearing one of Ludwig’s shirts, which easily fell down to his hips, and the collar had stretched out enough that it was almost falling off Kiku’s shoulder. If they didn’t have other things to do…

Kiku was standing in the bathroom doorway, watching Ludwig as he shaved. “Is there something I can help you with?” he asked, watching Kiku’s reflection, rather than facing him directly.

Kiku shook his head, “I just like watching you. Do you ever think about the order you get ready in, or is it just a routine you go through?”

“It’s just what’s most efficient for me. What are you going to wear today?”

“Is there something specific I should wear?”

Ludwig paused to rinse his face before turning to face Kiku, “Something red, preferably. Or pink. That would also work.”

“What are you going to wear?”

“Something red, probably. What do I have here?”

Kiku shrugged as he turned to go back into his bedroom, “Something red, hopefully. You know Lovino would have a fit if he knew we hadn’t planned out outfits months beforehand.”

“We weren’t planning on being in this position months beforehand.” Ludwig replied.

“Lovino would still insist that we should have gotten new coordinating outfits made.”

“Made by him.” Ludwig said he joined Kiku in looking through his closet, “So he could charge us some exorbitant amount.”

“He is the most sought after designer in the entire kingdom. We’re probably fortunate we know him personally enough for him to care what we wear.” He pulled out a red shirt of Ludwig’s, “Will that work?”

“I suppose it will have to.You know we should probably go turn our phones on, right?”

Kiku sighed, “Yes, I know.” He shook his head, “Now?”

“I have to call Toni anyway.”

“Alright, now.” Kiku followed Ludwig back to the kitchen, where they both picked up their phones again. “Okay.” Kiku sighed.

“Ready?” Ludwig checked.

“I am as ready as I can be.”

They both turned on their phones at the same time. Both were immediately flooded with notifications. Socials, messaging, mail, everything.

“My father wants to see us.” Ludwig said.

“We already knew that.” Kiku scrolled through his notifications, trying to sort out anything he actually needed to respond to.

“Should I tell Toni twenty minutes?”

“That will work.”

Ludwig opened his socials, “Let’s see what the damage is then.” The top post was Feliciano’s from the previous night.

A dozen pictures of Ludwig and Kiku, one of them with their dogs; an older one of them laying together in the grass on the university campus; one of them dancing together at the Chairman’s ball the night before they graduated; one from their engagement, just a few weeks ago, underneath the cherry blossoms; one of them walking into Kiku’s apartment building, the red sunset reflected in the glass doors; and half a dozen others from the three years they had been more or less dating. The last one was a picture of the two of them, holding hands as they had exchanged their vows. Even without any of the traditional clothes or decorations for a wedding, it was still obvious what the occasion must have been.

And if the pictures weren’t evidence enough, Feliciano’s caption certainly sealed the deal. Congratulations to my two favorite people! Thank you for letting me tag along on this journey of life and love with you. Wishing you all the health and happiness in the world! <3<3<3 There were thousands of reactions to the post, and the number was climbing as Ludwig watched.

“Well?” Kiku asked. He was looking at it over Ludwig’s shoulder, waiting for his reaction.

Ludwig nodded, “Well.” He repeated, “No going back now.”

—

“And Kiku, of all people!” Arthur paced. Alfred, Matthew, and Yao were all watching him. “I never expected this from him!”

“It’s not like he’s obligated to tell you anything,” Matthew reminded them, earning himself a glare from both his brother, and almost-brother-in-law.

“Yes, but some warning would have been nice!” Arthur snapped.

“So…” Yao cautiously spoke, “What does this have to do with me?”

“They’re clearly trying to upstage us,” Alfred insisted, “So now we have to get the attention back on us and our marriage.”

“I really don’t think that’s what’s happening,” Yao sighed, even though he knew it was useless. He knew the direction this was going as soon as he saw the announcement.

“Of course it is! Why else would they get married during our Season?”

“You also claimed last Season,” Matthew reminded them, “And you can’t exactly claim an entire Season. Somebody else is going to use it. A lot of other people, actually.”

“Yes, but nobody important,” Arthur argued, “And especially not Kiku.”

“Again,” Yao interrupted, “Why am I here?”

“Because, this means we have to completely rethink our wedding plan!” Alfred insisted.

“Now?” Yao objected, “There’s only five weeks left-”

“And you’re going to spend them making sure everything is sufficiently…magical.” Arthur replied, “I don’t want anything in common with…whatever they did. We can’t have anyone thinking we’re copying them.”

“I…don’t think that will be an issue,” Yao sighed again.

“Nevertheless. You will go over every detail. I do not want a single thread out of place, I do not want a single note to remind anyone of Hearts, I do not want anything to go wrong. Do you understand?”

The royal wedding planner sighed in defeat, “Yes. Of course. You just worry about getting married. “I’ll make the magic happen.”

—

Antonio was waiting with the car just outside the building. But so were dozens of reporters, hoping to catch a picture of the Prince of Hearts with his new husband.

“Are you ready for this?” Ludwig asked.

“...No.” Kiku admitted, “What should I do when we go out there?”

“You don’t have to do anything. We’re just going to get in the car, and Toni will drive us to the palace. That’s it. You don’t have to say anything, you don’t even have to look at them if you don’t want to.”

“What do you usually do?”

“Smile and wave. It’s what they want to see. They don’t actually care about anything else.”

Kiku nodded, “Then I guess that’s what we’ll do.”

“Are you sure about this?” Ludwig asked as he led Kiku to the door.

“There’s no way around it.” Kiku caught Ludwig’s hand and gave him a soft smile, “Let’s go face our people.”

#hwscardverseweek #hetalia #cardverse #gerpan #usuk #aph germany #aph japan #aph italy #aph spain #aph america #aph england #aph canada #aph china #aph korea #...i think that's all the characters so far #...I can't promise I'll actually get all of this written this week because i do have another project i'm working on...#but i will finish it eventually #the season

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