Selfies to A Husband 2 (FrUK)Arthur was gone for the day, leaving Francis alone at home. He knew that Arthur worked during the week but two days is a short amount of time to spend with the one you love. Sure they had when Arthur got home, but that was only a couple hours to have dinner, go to bed then wake up having Arthur rushing off to work in the morning. Plus being home alone with no one can be pretty lonely at times.Selfies to A Husband 2 (FrUK) by SailorElliotFan
Francis managed to busy himself with some painting on this lonely Wednesday. He had spent hours painting out beautiful scenery from France that had always captivated him. Not many people knew about this precious scenery, but Arthur knew; it was the place where Francis had proposed to his beloved. Francis had taken Arthur way out into the countryside on a hill with a view of some old brick farm houses with fields and fields of beautifully green crops. It was a special place for them both so Francis had decided to paint it to capture it’s beauty.
Hours later he had finished the painting
Selfies to A Husband 1 (FrUK)It was a nice sunny Saturday and a certain Englishman was spending it outdoors, taking care of his garden meanwhile his husband was spending it inside baking. The two were happy and that’s all that matters.Selfies to A Husband 1 (FrUK) by SailorElliotFan
The two blond men had been happily married for 5 years; happily would be a bit of a lie. They fought quite a bit but what would you expect of a Brit and a Frenchman? Nonetheless, the pair loved each other dearly and couldn’t live without the other.
Inside the house, Francis, the Frenchman, had stopped mixing the contents of his bowl to pick up and answer his husband’s cellphone; it was his boss calling. Francis stuck his head out of the back door and called out “Arthur! Your boss is on zee phone!”
Arthur put down the trowel in his hand and stood up. He took off his gloves, wiped his hand on his shorts then took the phone. Arthur spoke into the phone as Francis watched his green eyes with his own blue eyes, trying to see if anything was wrong. A couple m
Hello Smello! I'm Lacey. I am a major fangirl!|
My main fangirling is towards Hetalia and Black Butler. I love them SO much!! I have other favourites too, but those are my most fave. Some of my other faves are Ouran High School Host Club, No.6 and Sailor Moon. There are a lot of others that I like, but not as much.
To sum up my OTP
SebastianxReader :Forget and Forgive: Chapter 15.5
Gentle knocking on a oak door. It would be a pleasurable sound, if it weren't for the fact it was Christmas day. You had no memory of the day, so you were unsure of this day. Why, you knew the day, but never even remembered who you celebrated it with. Essentially, this was your first christmas. And, of course, it was with your butler, Sebastian. Your savior. The man who would lead you out of temptation, into salvation. Or as someone else would say. While he appeared angelic, something about him seemed terribly, terribly sinful.
"Good morning my miss," Sebastian greeted, a smile on his face, as he wheeled in a tray of breakfast,"For Christmas morning, I present you smoked salmon laid upon crisp scrambled egg, as a topping of french toast. On the side is some butter, if you wish to add extra taste to this fine dish.
You hummed in approval as Sebastian continued his summary of the day,"I have also booked us a christmas dinner elsewhere in the town, due to the butcher having a lack of food
SebastianxReader : Forget and Forgive : Chapter 1
You had no memories of anything. Your birth? No. Your parents? No. Yourself before the age of 21? No. All gone, for an unknown reason. The first memory you have is the 1st of January, 1890, when a mysterious butler had shown up and taken over your life from then.
Being the only person you really knew, you held a unique and close relation with him. Nobody else had your sense of trust in him. Now it was 1891, nearly a full year after your memories started recording themselves. And this butler that had appeared in your life so suddenly had a secret.
~-21st December, 1889-~
This butler, this dutiful, well-known and admired butler, was not in his butler suit. Instead of in a manor, tending to a master, he had grown black, feathery wings, and wore a skintight black shiny shirt, with a contract mark in white over his hand, and long,claw like fingernails, and black skintight trousers along with high black leather boots. Black horns stuck out of his head and his ever-so alluring eyes ha
Mortal StarlightHe fell in love with starlight.
She never left his mind.
Even when the kiss of death,
Took her, gentle and kind.
He was of a different sort,
Made of Grace and Time.
Ancient and forever young,
Versed in Tale and Rhyme.
She was of the Mortal Men,
Not bound by Earth and Vine.
But even with an ending life,
Her eyes shone bright, divine.
Their love was but a moment,
A flash of silver light.
He watched her age but never fade,
As she ever moved towards night.
So long he sat in open air,
Mourning his love that had past.
He'd lost his mortal evening star,
But in his sky she'd ever last.
Sebastian x Child Reader: Her Butler, Valentine
Sebastian x Child Reader
Her Butler, Valentine
It was February 14th and as the sun rose on this very special day, the snow from the night before sparkled as if it had been touched by magic. It was Valentine’s Day once again, and all of London seemed to embrace it with welcome arms. Every shop and café had decorations of hearts and red and pink banners, and there were more flower bouquets than could ever be sold- in spite of the cold weather. And though it was still quite early in the morning, lovers walked through the cobbled streets hand in hand with nothing but smiles. All in all, it was the perfect scene to symbolize the romantic holiday. . . Though in the center of the great city, there was one stately town house near the center of London’s elite class, where there was not a single decoration to be had.
It was the second abode of the Earl of Phantomhive- and current
Sebastian x Demon Reader: Mingling
Sebastian x Demon Reader: Mingling
He stood in the midst of a hundred humans, all twirling gaily in festive gowns and well-tailored suits, in celebration of the Lover’s Holiday. This figure fit in well amongst the lively throng, though he was clearly different as he moved silently through the crowded gathering. From his raven hair and evening jacket, to the amused expression and shinning wine red eyes, the man screamed unknown and mysterious. But differing from normal, his presence wasn’t realized by the ecstatic ones around him, save for the young man of fourteen that currently stood at his side looking out of place with a distinguished frown.
The garnet eyed man turned his gaze to regard the boy, giving him his full attention. “Yes, Master?”
“I’m going to go dance with Elizabeth before our meeting with Lau’s liaison about the sh
Married to a demon Chapter 1
You were walking through the Sakura trees, the scent of their blossoms filling your nose. It was an odor you would certainly miss. To begin, you are (Y/N) (L/N). You have one brother and one sister: Sakura and Toshio. Your mother and father died in a tragic car accident when you were young, so your grandmother took you and your siblings in.
You are now 17 years old and you just given some news that made your world fall apart. You see, your grandmother told you that you would have to go in England for a reason still unknown to you. She only said that it was important.
Remembering this memory made you sigh. You didn't want to leave Japan but you had no choice. If your grandmother said it was important, then you had to do it. You didn't want to feel her wrath once again. Last time you disobeyed your grandmother, she sent you to the hospital for two weeks. Walking to a huge Sakura tree, you sat down and pressed your back to it.
“What is so important? Grandmother told me to mee
Living with a demon Chapter 1
This class will be the death of me
- " Darling, you need to get up... " said a soft voice next to your ear.
- " Aww...Let me sleep, you jerk... " you mumbled sleepily, hitting Sebastian's face.
He held his nose in a painful way while you turned so your back was facing him. Sebastian sighed desperately before sitting next to you and you took this moment to lift the cover of your bed over your face. You didn't want to get up, you were tired and you already wanted to be at the end of school. And it was only the first day.
- " Dear, you need to go to your work...Or else you will get fired " muttered Sebastian, taking off the cover hovering you before nuzzling his nose in your neck, smelling your perfume.
- " Don't care " you said stubbornly.
You took back the sheets and Sebastian pinched his nose in annoyance. Sometime, his wife could act like a child. Or a lazy butt. Or both. He turned his gaze to the window, watching the sun coming out from the horiz
FrUk ~ How To Embarrass Someone In Public How to embarrass France?
That was the one question that always lingered in England's mind. Sitting at his kitchen table, England stirred his tea as he sat in daze. His eyebrows were knitted slightly due to the fact that he was quite angry at the "frog" at the moment. He had just got back from a World Conference that Germany had scheduled, but as usual, him and France fought through half of it. England's fist clenched slightly as he remembered the annoying laugh France always gave him, the same perverted smirk on his face. Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself down as he sipped on his tea. Placing his cup down, he pondered again. He's been beaten and has beaten him many, many times, he just wanted to find the perfect way to humiliate him for good. As he drummed a finger on the hard wood table, he was startled when hearing his telephone ring loudly from its stand.
Sighing, England stood up and walked to th
Smile - 2P!FrUK - APHOliver poked at his lover's cheek, earning an irritated glare. The Brit continued poking until finally Louis swatted his hand away.
“What? Why the fuck are you poking me?”
“Language Louis, and I'm poking you because I want you to smile!”
Oliver grinned, as if giving an example of what he was looking for.
The younger pouted a bit. “Come on cupcake, smile! I know you can do it, pleeeeeeeease Louis?”
The Frenchman shook his head as he dug around in his pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
“But why not?” Oliver asked, fighting on. “You never smile.”
“No reason to.” Was the curt reply he received.
Louis drew a cigarette out of the pack and pressed it between his lips. With a flick of his thumb he lit it. All while Oliver looked at him in shock.
“No reason? Aren't I a reason?” The Brit knew it sounded rather self-centered, but if Louis had stayed with him for such
Full Circle (FrUK)Arthur only ever came out of his little hole when it was absolutely necessary. The hole was well-hidden, too, so the Frenchman human that owned the house didn't know of its existence, or of Arthur's. It was more of a crack, really, in the farthest corner of the kitchen. The little blond man came out only at night, when it was safe.
He was about five and a half inches tall, with messy hair and green eyes. He'd been living in this particular house for almost two years now and he hadn't been noticed yet, so he felt good about himself. The food was good, and he saw no reason to leave.
But lately, in the past two days, the human seemed sick. He barely left his bed, and even when he was up, Arthur noticed that he lacked his usual vigor. That worked in Arthur's favor; he was able to go out a little more, and he grew bolder. He didn't hide quite as much, and he didn't bother to mask his steps- at least when he was in the kitchen and living room. That night he was in the human's bedroom, quietl
France x Arthur: Breakfast For Two~ Francis's eyes sparkled as he watched the man he loved attempt at making breakfast. "Mon cheri..." He uttered as he gentle hugged Arthur from behind. "Don't burn the house down..." He whispered teasingly into his ear. "The repair men are still working on fixing the house after you tried to make dinner for me last month..." Artie's cheeks soon became a light pink, has hands never faltering as he continued to whisk the pancake batter.
"S-Shut up..." He muttered as he became quite flustered. "I'm not going to burn the bloody house down..." Francis could only giggle like a school girl at Arthur's reaction.
"Your sooooo cute when you get all flustered like that~" Francis said out loud hoping to embarrass his lover even further. He plants a light kiss on the back of Artie's neck.
"I-I am not cute!" Arthur proclaimed, his whole face starting to become deeper red. "Your insane." He turns around and pokes Francis's chest. "Now,
FrUk:Ghost in France's point of viewAnother meeting passed and gone, and Francis was heading back home to drink wine like usual.
Then there was an unexpected call from England:
"Eh? what? I'm just at home having some wine like normal... Ummm... Is there anything you need?.."
The phone hung up without a reply.
"Silly England... what's gotten into him..?"
He hung up too and set the phone on the counter near the living room...
As France lied down on the couch he sort of dozed off and fell asleep...
A strange figure appeared in front of him that looked like England except kind of pale and dressed all in white.
"'Allo?" France greeted.
He didn't reply, he also didn't have the body warmth or a shadow like what normal England had...
A simulation of England's house started to appear in the blank emptiness of France's dream.
"Why am I dreaming this..? Granted I dream a lot about my dear England, but this is strange..."
Francis saw England's simulation standing there staring at him.
Legends (FrUK)Arthur liked fishing, though many people would be surprised to find that out due to the Englishman's temperament. In actuality though, Arthur did like it. When he was out on his small boat it was quiet and relaxing and he had time to himself, even if he didn't catch anything. He was out that beautiful morning as well, sailing farther out than he usually did on account for the nice weather. He sailed to a small cove he hadn't fished in before, hoping to find some variety there.
And variety he found. It wasn't an hour before his fishing line was found under the water, something swimming well around it.
Francis shooed the fish away and swam around it a few more times, frowning at it. It was weird, he'd never seen a string like that in the water before. His gills flared softly and he looked up to the object floating upon the surface, still unmoving. He frowned and hesitated before swimming up to the surface, a few feet away from it, letting only his eyes come above the water so he could se
Forbidden (FrUK)Arthur glanced around the small square and readjusted his hood around his head. Even though this was a small border town, there was always the chance that someone would recognize him as the Bastard Prince of England. Being the youngest of the Royal Family though, not to mention a bastard, gave him some freedom which he used to travel the land, away from the suffocatingly cold atmosphere of his father's castle. But his escapades were more escapes, and either his father or his brothers always came looking for him in the end.
As he was glancing around, he took his eyes off the path ahead of him and consequently ran into someone. Being smaller, he was knocked to the ground. He quickly scrambled up and fixed his hood yet again- the blasted thing had fallen off his head when he fell.
"I'm terribly sorry about that, I wasn't looking where I was going..." he quickly said to the other person
"Ai-" There was a surprised gasp, and the person standing in front of Arthur looked down at himself, as
Rivalry (FrUK) Part ITo say Arthur Kirkland was surprised to find an extra bunk above his bed would be an understatement. After checking to make sure no one had heard his (very dignified) scream, the Slytherin prefect set about cautiously examining the new bed. His first thought was that it was a trick or prank, but when the bed failed to explode, catch fire, zap him, or do anything really, he started to doubt that theory. The bed seemed to be just that- a normal bed, that just happened to appear above Arthur's own.
He tired to magic it away, but no spells he chanted worked. Eventually he had to stop so he wouldn't be late for breakfast and his classes. At the table he heard rumours about a few other people who had woken up in the same predicament- either two or three from each house. The other Slytherin, from what Arthur could see, was a serious seventh year girl.
"Good morning everyone!" The Headmaster had risen and was standing behind his ornate podium. "I assume that some of you are confused by the sud