the son of the kingdom

Are those space pants? Because your ass is out of this world!

Fri, 15 Feb 2013 17:32:28 +0000

…that was just plain terrible.

peridotte: 1/14 requests! They’ll be late I’m sorry ;<;

Fri, 15 Feb 2013 16:26:01 +0000

peridotte:

1/14 requests! They’ll be late I’m sorry ;<;

amberwavesofsexy: When Arthur pulled away, Alfred had no hesitation in returning the grin. He felt...

Fri, 15 Feb 2013 05:56:00 +0000

amberwavesofsexy:

When Arthur pulled away, Alfred had no hesitation in returning the grin. He felt almost dizzy with how happy he felt. He almost wanted to get up and jump around (though maybe that might not count as being too different than normal). He wanted to sing terrible love songs and hold Arthur close and kiss more and have silly antics with his animal friends and perhaps even defeat an evil sorcerer or witch. That was it. He knew what to do.

He smiled at Arthur and snuggled with him before bursting into song. “Say you’ll love me every waking moment~ Turn my head with talk of summer time. Say you need me with you now and always. Promise me that all you say is true. That’s all I ask of you~” he crooned before trying to nuzzle his boyfriend. Alfred was clearly the least embarrassing and most romantic boyfriend on the planet. Clearly.

Sometimes Arthur felt like Alfred was simply completely incapable of feeling shame. Now was one of those times.

Grabbing a pillow, he threw it squarely at Alfred’s face as he tried (futilely) to push Alfred away from him. “Good god, Alfred, please don’t ruin a perfectly good song like that,” he spat, although with the blush that coloured his cheeks and the fact that his lips were still red and ravaged, his words sounded more like an empty insult than anything else. And, okay, alright, maybe he should admit that he kind of liked the song, and yes, perhaps if Alfred wasn’t being so silly it would have been kind of romantic, and, fine, Alfred’s singing voice wasn’t that bad, but… but still. Arthur wasn’t going to swoon like some kind of teenage girl. Or, god forbid, join in the duet. Of course not. The thought never even crossed his mind at all. Instead he just crossed his arms and gave in to Alfred’s nuzzling like the mature, sensible adult that he was.

Do you believe in love at first sight or do I have to walk by again?

Wed, 13 Feb 2013 17:10:00 +0000

H…how on earth am I supposed to reply to that—?!

amberwavesofsexy: Alfred thought that Arthur’s smile was absolutely precious. It wasn’t something...

Tue, 12 Feb 2013 15:33:00 +0000

amberwavesofsexy:

Alfred thought that Arthur’s smile was absolutely precious. It wasn’t something he got to see very often, and now that it was there and genuine… It simply made Alfred’s heart do a few backflips because he was making Arthur smile, Arthur was in love with him too! Alfred’s train of thought fizzled out quite quickly when Arthur roughly dragged him in for another kiss. He tried to press himself closer to Arthur as they kissed.

Somewhere in the back of Arthur’s mind he dimly registered the fact that Alfred was not actually very good at kissing—it was messy and sloppy; though, what the kiss lacked in finesse Alfred more than made up for it in enthusiasm, so Arthur couldn’t really complain. Not that he wanted to, and even if he did, it would berather hard to do so with Alfred’s tongue halfway down his throat.

He wasn’t quite sure how long it lasted, but eventually he was the first to pull away, red in the face and breathing quite heavily. He looked at Alfred and just couldn’t stop grinning, damn him, and oh god there was that lightheaded feeling again—some part of him was berating himself for acting like a teenage girl from a silly romantic drama, but a larger, more dominant part of him couldn’t quite bring himself to care—he was in love, he realised, the word passing through the haze clouding his mind to strike directly at his heart and cause it to leap in his chest. He was in love and there really was absolutely nothing he could do about it.

amberwavesofsexy: Alfred couldn’t help but give Arthur a goofy smile when the other man patted his...

Tue, 05 Feb 2013 16:21:12 +0000

amberwavesofsexy:

Alfred couldn’t help but give Arthur a goofy smile when the other man patted his cheek. “Nah, Matt’s got my back. Maybe I’ll check on them later, but right now I just wanna snuggle with you, butter butt,” he explained. He then tried to style Arthur’s hair into a fauxhawk, or at least as close to one as he could get. He loved having Arthur just be right there and being able to just touch and snuggle. Simply feeling the rhythmic beating of a heart and breathing meant Arthur was alive and close to him! He tried to lean over and nuzzle noses before stealing a quick kiss.

“Your pet names are absolutely atrocious,” Arthur declared. Alfred was smiling at him in a completely ridiculous way, and Arthur had a sneaking suspicion that the look on his face wasn’t much better either; he couldn’t help it, though—he felt lightheaded, dizzy, and there were butterflies in his stomach. He hadn’t felt this way in decades, and here he was, completely losing his head over a total idiot. Arthur really was completely hopeless. So when Alfred leaned over to kiss him he immediately felt like he was on the verge of spontaneously combusting, but by the time all his good sense had returned to him and he had half a mind to return the sentiment Alfred had already pulled away, still grinning that same idiotic grin, and Arthur really didn’t feel like opening his mouth because he knew once he did he’d probably end up saying something he would immediately regret, and so he instead responded by grabbing Alfred rather roughly by the lapels of his suit and going in for another kiss, longer and not quite as sweet this time round.

amberwavesofsexy: Arthur snuggling with him was… cute. Really cute, if Alfred was honest. Just the...

Sun, 03 Feb 2013 12:52:57 +0000

amberwavesofsexy:

Arthur snuggling with him was… cute. Really cute, if Alfred was honest. Just the feeling of having Arthur move close and then bury his head in his neck made Alfred’s heart feel like it was fluttering so much it was going to pop out of his chest. Either that or his cheeks would turn so red they’d burst. Despite this nervousness, there was something so very nice about having not just a warm body but Arthur next to him.

Alfred couldn’t help but reach out and try to mess with and style Arthur’s hair. He just wanted to touch the other man, just wanted to kiss his cheeks and hug him close, and touch his hair and know what makes Arthur feel calm and comfortable.

The feeling of Alfred’s fingers in his hair was… rather nice, actually. There was just something about the rhythmic touch of Alfred’s fingers against his scalp that just felt inexplicably calming. Arthur closed his eyes, lazy and contented, and he stretched his limbs, almost cat-like, pulling himself away from where he was leaning against Alfred’s chest so that he was face-to-face with Alfred. He smiled, slow and fond, and patted Alfred on the cheek. “You don’t mind being up here with me while your guests are quite possibly destroying your living room downstairs?” he said quietly, green eyes staring intently into Alfred’s baby blues.

amberwavesofsexy: Alfred stuck his tongue out at Arthur before grabbing the older man and pulling...

Sat, 02 Feb 2013 06:23:00 +0000

amberwavesofsexy:

Alfred stuck his tongue out at Arthur before grabbing the older man and pulling him onto the bed with him, thereby firmly ensconcing the brit into a tight bear hug. “I can flop on beds however I want to,” he explained, trying to squeeze Arthur tightly as a sort of revenge. “A healthy inner child is a good sign, anyways. It means I’m not Mr. Grumpy Gills like a certain boyfriend of mine.” He loosened the hug a bit, opting for more gentle snuggling now that he had made his point.

Arthur would have given a scathing response if the surprise of Alfred’s embrace hadn’t caught him completely off guard. His first instinct was to struggle and try to fight against Alfred’s grip, but for various reasons (namely the fact that that Alfred was practically suffocatinghim which made it quite hard to do anything, not to mention the realisation that he was lying in bed with Alfred holding him, oh my god) Arthur decided that it would be much better to simply stay pliant. And even when Alfred loosened his grip Arthur decided to remain silent, opting to bury his head in the crook of Alfred’s shoulder, wrapping his arms around Alfred’s back, and suddenly keenly aware of how fast his heart was going.

amberwavesofsexy: Alfred accepted Arthur’s explanation, if only because Arthur was not only holding...

Fri, 01 Feb 2013 15:39:00 +0000

amberwavesofsexy:

Alfred accepted Arthur’s explanation, if only because Arthur was not only holding his hand and leading him to snuggle time. Besides, he figured he’d know if Arthur was telling the truth or not. He just gave Arthur a big smile.

So what if he was completely head over heels? Arthur probably was too. It was rather nice. And well, who can object to cuddles? Then again, Alfred demanded cuddles of close friends too. When they got to his room, Alfred flopped down on the bed and motioned for Arthur to join him. “What’s cookin’, good lookin’?” he said with a laugh.

“Just shut up, won’t you?” he said drily with a roll of his eyes, though the badly-concealed smile that tugged at his lips only served to subtract from the harshness of his words. As Alfred beckoned at him to join him on the bed he felt a sudden twinge of what felt like shyness, but he quickly brushed it aside and, ignoring his heated cheeks, crossed the room to sit down at the edge of the bed, twisting his body to look down at where Alfred was lying sprawled over the bed in a most undignified manner, and which he deigned to tell Alfred so: “Don’t just flop down on the bed like that, you’re not five years old—though it must be hard to tell sometimes,” he chided, words brimming with sarcasm (which he had a sneaking suspicion would completely fail on Alfred).

amberwavesofsexy: Alfred puffed out his cheeks and pouted. “You should still eat something, honey....

Tue, 29 Jan 2013 08:20:00 +0000

amberwavesofsexy:

Alfred puffed out his cheeks and pouted. “You should still eat something, honey. It’s dinner time. Skipping meals is bad!” he tried his best to mimic Arthur lecturing him. Unfortunately, he wasn’t nearly as intimidating or angry as Arthur generally was on those occasions. So Alfred tried to cement his point with his kicked puppy look™. Though it was quite hard to look pitiful when Arthur was holding his hand and Alfred really really wanted to smile. He silently cursed Arthur for his sneaky sneaky tricks. Obviously this was part of some dastardly plot on the part of his villainous boyfriend. Obviously.

Arthur raised an eyebrow at the look on Alfred’s face—obviously he was trying to get some sympathy of some sort, but it wasn’t really working, to be completely honest… it was actually kind of cute, if Arthur was to be totally frank with himself.

He was vaguely aware of the fact that his mood had just done a complete one-eighty turn from wanting to brutally murder Francis to feeling all warm on the inside with the way Alfred was looking down at him, and something tugged at the back of his mind about that, but he decided he was tipsy enough to not really care by this point. And so he simply smiled and assured Alfred, “It’s fine, I’ve had enough to eat.” He tugged at Alfred’s hand as he led him away from the buffet table and towards the stairs.

amberwavesofsexy: “Arthur! That’s not good! You need to eat. Are you feeling okay? Maybe you should...

Mon, 28 Jan 2013 12:52:18 +0000

amberwavesofsexy:

“Arthur! That’s not good! You need to eat. Are you feeling okay? Maybe you should go lay down and I’ll bring you food,” Alfred said, starting to fuss over Arthur. He had to make sure his boyfriend was perfectly fine! So what if he could be a worrywart sometimes? It was certainly something he had in common with Arthur, plus Alfred just wanted to make sure people he liked were okay. It was all part of being a hero!

Arthur was in the midst of an internal tirade when Alfred’s voice snapped him out of his reverie; he raised his head, evidently surprised, to meet Alfred’s gaze, the worry in his eyes clear as day. Arthur blinked, taken aback for a moment at the look on Alfred’s face. And then he smiled and waved it off, “No, I’m perfectly alright, you don’t have to fuss over me like that.” In a sudden moment of impulse he reached over and grasped Alfred’s hand in his, still smiling. “I can assure you I’m not going to pass out any time soon; I’m much stronger than I look, mind you.”

amberwavesofsexy: Alfred finished his food and waved goodbye to Francis. “It was nice seeing you,...

Sun, 27 Jan 2013 06:20:00 +0000

amberwavesofsexy:

Alfred finished his food and waved goodbye to Francis. “It was nice seeing you, Francis!” he said. After that, Alfred’s attention was all on Arthur. “Have you eaten yet? Should I get you food? I hope you’re not starving or anything,” he started to worry.

He threw away his plate before trying to drag his boyfriend away from Francis and towards the food. Alfred was thinking seconds or dessert was sounding pretty good at this point too. Either way, he hoped they could actually get to cuddle time soon.

“No, I think I’ve lost my appetite,” he answered drily, looking down at his shirt as he brushed his hands on it distastefully, as if holding onto Francis for too long had somehow infected his hands with some sort of disease. Ugh. But at least Francis had gotten the message and had scooted away to leave him in peace at last—for now, at least. Arthur was lost in thought, still seething in his irritation with Francis, and barely noticing as Alfred dragged him across the room.

amberwavesofsexy: Alfred had his hands full of food, otherwise he would have peeled Francis off of...

Sun, 27 Jan 2013 05:01:36 +0000

amberwavesofsexy:

Alfred had his hands full of food, otherwise he would have peeled Francis off of his boyfriend in order to hang on Arthur much like the Frenchman was doing now. So, Alfred continued to shovel food into his mouth, stopping only to reply to Francis and Arthur.

“Huh? Oh we’ve been dating for a bit. It’s been awesome! As for the invitation, it’s kinda a private thing, yanno? Though we could totally hang out sometime,” Alfred grinned before going back to nearly-inhaling his food. Hanging out with Francis was pretty fun. The French nation was an odd guy, but he and Alfred were pals since almost forever (well, at least, in Alfred’s view), and even people watching was a lot of fun with the flirtatious nation.

“Hasn’t it been fun, Artie?” Alfred grinned at his poor, trapped boyfriend.

Francis opened his mouth, about to answer give some advice about exactly what kind of fun should be in order when Arthur seized Francis from behind, one hand locked over his shoulders while the other was clamped firmly over the offending French mouth.

“Yes, absolutely terrific,” he answered through clenched teeth, trying to stop Francis from struggling so much and attempting to break free from Arthur’s iron grip—it was with a small measure of satisfaction that Arthur noted that he still had enough fight left in him to overpower the other nation, thank you very much. “But Francis here was just about to leave, weren’t you, Francis?”

Francis looked at him incredulously, looking like he wanted to say that leaving was the very last thing on his mind, but he seemed to have second thoughts about saying it out loud when he caught sight of Arthur’s death glare.

amberwavesofsexy: Alfred spotted Arthur and waved excitedly. He shoved as much food on his plate as...

Sat, 26 Jan 2013 17:28:00 +0000

amberwavesofsexy:

Alfred spotted Arthur and waved excitedly. He shoved as much food on his plate as he could before making a beeline to Arthur and his good friend Francis. They were always so close and grabby, yet bickering the whole time; it was quite amusing to watch.

“Hey Frannypants. Hey Artie. How’s it hanging?” Alfred asked before promptly shoveling probably-more-than-a-mouthful of food into his mouth. Unfortunately for Arthur, this meant Alfred would talk with his mouth full. “Sho mhow dyeshlick da parshtay?” That was impolite-Alfredish for “So, how do you like the party?”

Arthur was making desperate please help extract this terrible excuse for a sentient life form off me faces at Alfred, who (predictably) didn’t seem to notice—or, if he did notice, probably didn’t understand what Arthur was trying to tell him.

“Oh yes, i am enjoying myself very much, thank you very much,” Francis answered, words slurred, and Arthur was trying to fight the urge to aim a swift kick to his nether regions; an urge that was growing increasingly stronger. “And I’m sure you must be enjoying yourself as well, having fun with everyone’s favourite Briton here, no?” Very abruptly Francis shifted his weight from practically draping himself over Arthur’s shoulders to leaning forward very sharply towards Alfred and almost knocking Arthur off balance in the process. The abrupt motion would have sent Arthur face-first onto the ground if he had not steadied himself at the last minute.

As Arthur was trying to regain his balance Francis was already moving in on his next target, sidling up next to Alfred and giving him a meaningful nudge to the side. “So, how long has this been going on between the two of you, hmm? And how come you never invited your Big Brother along?” His words were punctuated by a meaningful wink.

amberwavesofsexy: Alfred decided that it would probably be best to just take a shower, seeing as...

Wed, 23 Jan 2013 16:50:15 +0000

amberwavesofsexy:

Alfred decided that it would probably be best to just take a shower, seeing as the food had gotten on his clothes and a bit on his neck and arms. It didn’t take long for Alfred to get cleaned off. He wrapped a towel around his waist (and was not the least bit disappointed that Arthur wasn’t back yet when he stepped out of his bathroom to head to his closet). So, alas, he had to get dressed all on his own.

After that he sat on his bed to wait some more. Arthur would only take a few more minutes, right? Time passed (though not much), before Alfred got bored and decided to go locate his boyfriend as well as the food. His stomach growled loudly as he hurried over to the food. So maybe his priorities were: 1.) stuff face with food, 2.) find silly boyfriend and snuggle, 3.) make party more interesting with diet coke and mentos (though probably outside because cleaning up would be a bitch). Number three was entirely optional.

Unfortunately for Arthur, Francis was a stupidly persistent drunk.

“Get off me, you frog,” he hissed, trying to push him off, but Francis clung on resolutely, leering at him and causing Arthur’s blood pressure to rise rapidly by the second.

“But why so eager to get rid of me? I know you must be anxious to get back to your boyfriend, but still… oh, and by the way, congratulations on finally getting together.” Francis was displaying an impressive show of selective hearing, completely ignoring Arthur’s furious tirade and going on with his own speech. “I assume since you’re going to be much less sexually frustrated from now on it should do wonders for that temper of yours, hmm?”

It was at that exact moment that Arthur spotted Alfred enter from across the room.

“Fuck,” he muttered to himself in a tiny, horrified whisper.

amberwavesofsexy: Alfred puffed out his cheeks in defiance. Though really it just made him look...

Wed, 23 Jan 2013 16:27:31 +0000

amberwavesofsexy:

Alfred puffed out his cheeks in defiance. Though really it just made him look like an upset chipmunk. “You were the one who threw a pillow at me in the first place! And you knew I had our food! ‘Sides, Arthur, I’m hungry!” Alfred explained in a tone that wasn’t the least bit whiney. Okay maybe a bit whiney, but Alfred decided that it wasn’t the point. ”Can you get food while I wash my face then?” he asked.

“Fine, fine,” he relented, if only to get Alfred to cease his incessant whining. “I’ll be right back then, poppet,” he called, before getting up and exiting the room on a quest for more food. It was only by the time he was halfway down the stairs did he realise that, in spite of the fact that the use of that endearment was meant to come out as ironic, he was quite sure that Alfred, being Alfred, would have probably taken it a lot more literally than it was intended to be. Oh, crap.

So lost in his thoughts he was that Arthur didn’t notice an incoming hostile party until it was too late—Francis had thrown one arm around Arthur’s shoulder, his face much too close for comfort, so much so that Arthur could smell the unmistakable tang of alcohol on his breath.

“Ah, Arthur, there you are, I was starting to wonder if you were being kept too busy by your lovely American to even say hello to an old friend,” he purred, words slurred, and Arthur immediately responded by focusing all his energy into trying to throw the offending Frenchman off and inflicting bodily harm on him at the same time.

It was going to take much longer than he expected to get Alfred his food, he realised.

amberwavesofsexy: Alfred attempted to dodge the pillow and not upset the food. Unfortunately, he...

Wed, 23 Jan 2013 15:45:42 +0000

amberwavesofsexy:

Alfred attempted to dodge the pillow and not upset the food. Unfortunately, he ended up putting himself in a position where the pillow not only hit him, but conveniently smashed the food into his plate. It hurt a little bit, but mostly felt sticky and weird. “Arthurrr,” he whined. Now he was going to have to get more food. He set the ruined food down and tried to eat the remnants of the stuff on his face.

But his annoyance was lessened by the fact that Arthur had the most adorably non-threatening pout on his face. Alfred almost wanted to get out a camera and save this expression so he could enjoy it later. He, luckily, decided that that might be dangerous. “But how else can I tell you how wonderful and sweet you are, sugar pea?” he leaned in close to get hugs.

“Ugh, you’re disgusting,” Arthur muttered, pushing Alfred away, his head turned away. “At least get yourself cleaned up first, you slob.” He turned back slightly to send another disapproving glare Alfred’s way. Honestly, he was an absolute mess. Arthur rolled his eyes, sighing. “Get a towel or something and wash your face, or I’m kicking you out of your own room.”

amberwavesofsexy: Arthur’s reaction was… quite surprising to say the least. He had been expecting...

Sun, 20 Jan 2013 11:48:00 +0000

amberwavesofsexy:

Arthur’s reaction was… quite surprising to say the least. He had been expecting to get an earful. But he didn’t want to look gift horses in the mouth, so he kissed Arthur’s cheek and smiled. “I’ll go get food. Don’t get too distracted by my comic books or the ones on robotics,” he teased. One day, he planned to make a robot… One day… It just required quite a bit of studying! And maybe a class or two. But he was young and he could totally pull strings.

He practically skipped off to get food for the two of them. He came back with two plates. One with a good sized amount of food, the other stacked high. He set his plate down before handing the normal-sized portion of food to Arthur. “Lemme know if you need anything else,” he said. Then in a quiet whisper, he added, “Honey bunny.”

Arthur was just about the accept his plate of food gratefully when he heard Alfred’s offhand comment. Immediately he grabbed the plate with one hand while the other hand reached out behind him to grab a pillow and hit Alfred squarely on the head with it.

“What did I say about those infernal petnames of yours?” he hissed through clenched teeth, eyebrows furrowed. With a huff, he put the pillow back down, and would have crossed his arms if not for the fact that his hand was currently occupied. Instead he settled for what he hoped was a threatening glare (but which resembled more of a completely non-threatening pout than anything else, really).

amberwavesofsexy: Alfred grinned even more. “I’ll take you right there, and then I’ll go get food,”...

Sun, 20 Jan 2013 07:26:57 +0000

amberwavesofsexy:

Alfred grinned even more. “I’ll take you right there, and then I’ll go get food,” he said, grabbing Arthur’s hand and starting to drag him back to the room. The faster they got there, the faster Alfred got food (which was reason enough). But the faster Alfred got food, the sooner they could cuddle which was extra exciting. So needless to say, Alfred was in a hurry.

Unfortunately for Arthur, the young man’s room was a bit of a wreck. It was littered with clothes, some food, and huge numbers of open books that Alfred had been reading. There were posters of various athletes and other role models (American, of course) half hanging on Alfred’s walls as well. “I uh… tried cleaning up a bit. But I sorta got sidetracked when I found a new book and I just had to read a few things related to it… and things kinda snowballed. So yeah,” he smiled nervously.

Arthur sniffed distastefully, though his lips were curled with a hint of amusement. “It’s fine,” he said, bending down to pick up a stray sock at his feet and flinging into a corner. “I daresay it suits you.”

He crossed the room, kicking aside the various items that littered the floor along the way with a strange mix of revulsion and affection. “I would be surprised if your room were any cleaner, to be honest. Though that doesn’t mean I won’t be making you clean this mess up one day soon,” he chided as he made his way across the room to sit down at the edge of Alfred’s bed, feet together and hands clasped together on his lap. When he sat down he took the chance to have a good look around Alfred’s room: the posters, the comic books, even the mess—everything was just so painfully Alfred that Arthur just couldn’t help but smile.

amberwavesofsexy: “Peckish and alone time, I can do that,” Alfred grinned. “We can hang out in my...

Sun, 20 Jan 2013 05:33:12 +0000

amberwavesofsexy:

“Peckish and alone time, I can do that,” Alfred grinned. “We can hang out in my bedroom or one of the guest rooms. You can go hide there while I get you some food. What do you want to eat? I could get you a little of everything. I’m pretty hungry myself,” he continued. See? Arthur was just hungry and hunger made people grumpy! If he had a tail, it would have been wagging at that particular moment.

“Oh oh! When we get alone time, can we cuddle? I mean it’s okay if you don’t want to but I thought it would be nice. Plus it would be low key and you’re pretty big on the whole low key thing so it might be a very good idea, yanno?” Alfred said. So what if he was babbling a bit? He was a talkative fellow and maybe he was just trying to please his boyfriend. What was wrong with that? It was Christmas!

“Well, I suppose I have no objections to that,” he said slowly, smiling, his relief evident. “I suppose I’ll just make my way to your room, then? If I can still remember where it is, of course.” He could feel himself flush slightly at the thought, but he shook it off and offered another grin to cover up his embarrassment. “Or would you rather lead the way?”