Summary: Arthur’s pre-heat has very unfortunate symptoms. Poor Alfred. (Omegaverse!)
Rating: Older Teen; Mature language and mentions of sexual topics.
Red’s comments: I love you guys so much. Thank you for the support and to make up for my slacking, I revamped an old never-seen story. Hope you enjoy. <3.
Being an omega had to be the worst thing on the planet. For one thing, they were constantly objectified. Childbirth was a bitch and every damn couple of months, the universe decided to make life hell for a straight week just because it felt like it. Arthur despised being an omega. And hell no, he wasn’t a dainty whiny little thing like the omegas portrayed on tv. He was him: a strong, no-bullshit man from England who loved tea and poetry. It infuriated him to think of the stigma.
This week, however, Arthur found himself hating being an omega more than ever. His heat was beginning in a few days but that wasn’t enough. The universe wanted to spite him with all kinds of hellish symptoms. Arthur wanted to die. He was angry at the world and questioned the purpose of life as he squirmed on the bed. Then, just as he thought his dreaded existence could not get any more miserable, Alfred walked through the door.
He was tall and handsome– though not the brightest. Alfred was the only alpha Arthur could stand. Alfred was different. He let Arthur be his wild, British, cranky self. Arthur adored him. But even so, he was pissed off so Alfred was shit out of luck.
“Hey, babe, how was–”
“Don’t you start that alpha fuckboy bullshit on me! I am in pain! And if you even try to get in my pants, I will rip off your wanker and feed it to the dogs!”
A pillow went flying into the alpha’s face and Arthur burrowed beneath the blankets in rage. Alfred could only stare in complete confusion and shock while he tried to piece his thoughts together.
“I-I’m sorry sweetie, I wasn’t trying to–”
“Sweetie this, sweetie that, well fuck you! If only your insides were twisting in knots and you could barely fucking move! Stupid alphas… if only you knew the hell we suffer. We are never having sex again!!!”
Alfred turned as white as a ghost, “Y-You don’t mean that… Honey, i-is it your p-p-pre-heat? I’m sorry you don’t feel good… Is there anything I can do to help?”
There was a moment of silence before Arthur popped his head from the covers, green eyes squinted.
“You are to bring me your largest warmest sweater and your batman boxers. Then you are to feed me and rub my feet. If you do not cuddle me, you wanker, I will despise you for all eternity. Do you understand?”
Alfred had to fight the urge to giggle. “Got it, I’ll be right back, sweetheart.”
“And don’t call me that!” Arthur called as Alfred rushed out of the room,
The alpha couldn’t help but break out into a wide grin. He loved to make his omega feel better.
Alfred bit his lip, paper crinkling beneath his hands as he smoothed it onto the flat of his desk. Ms. Hayes had taught them how to fold hot-dog and hamburger style earlier that day! Alfred’s favorite was hamburger, of course. He was practically an expert on it. No other alpha could fold paper with a crease right along the blue line.
He surveyed his writing- it was way neater than the alpha’s that was sitting next to him. Though Alfred could barely see it, he knew it to be true because he was six! Months older than the other kids in his neighborhood, making him the expert on all things adult. He was practically a grown up already, what with the fact that his mom let him drink soda, he could score two touchdowns against his dad and-
And… if this went right, he’d be the first in his school to have a boyfriend.
MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYONE! *____* I hope you had a wonderful day today!
I have to deliver a special gift to lovely @gallifreyanlibertea who requested it and had to receive it today! I’m sorry I couldn’t send you anything else, but I hope you’ll like this second attempt at fluffy omegaverse ;)
Notes: I’ve never been to NY! Sorry for inaccuracies (and eventual mistakes, English is not my first language).
Lost and Found (USUK, omegaverse, fluff)
Alfred F. Jones was an alpha working as a guard at the American Museum of Natural History in New York City and he was (damn) good at his job.
He was extraordinary with the kids, precise at giving directions, careful at guarding the emergency doors and the main entrance and he also could help with random informations and improvised guided tours about the sections he liked and knew about the most.
Yes, he was an alpha, but he was an extremely friendly one, he was caring and he always wore a big smile on his face when on duty, a fact that gained him the trust of his bosses, the friendship and alliance of his co-workers and the absolute love of (most) visitors.
However, his most special talent, the thing only him could do with extreme precision, the flair for which he had become famous between the museum’s employees, was being infallible at finding and returning items lost on the museum’s ground, just using his flawless sense of smell.
That was why, when one snowy afternoon of late December (almost Christmas!) his pal and co-worker Toris found a black leather glove on the American History section’s floor, he immediately brought it to Alfred, asking him to look around for the owner.
I know I haven’t posted anything in a while… And I know this doesn’t really count either or make up for the fact that I’ve been so inactive recently. But I wrote this back in June and never posted it… It’s sat in my drafts since then so… Here’s a small sad little something for everyone.
Summary - Based off a prompt from this list AU - Human Warnings: SFW
“Sit there,” Alfred instructed, gesturing to a kitchen chair while he headed out of the room. Arthur pulled it out and sat sideways on it, sighing and looking around the small kitchen. It was dimly lit from the other side by a single light, and the fridge hummed loudly while rain whacked against the windows. Arthur could see stains from where water had leaked in on rainy nights before this. His clothes were soggy, weighing heavily, making him uncomfortable to sit still like that.
Hey! I know it’s been a long time since I wrote and posted USUK, and I’m sorry to come up out of the blue like this, but I heard it was @emeraldscetch ‘s birthday today so I figured I’d write a little something to give as a present!
I wrote this yesterday based on a cliché thought that came to me, and had scribbled this out without the intention of posting. When I came to know it was Em’s birthday, I was determined to flesh this out with the help of @empressvegah(thank you thank you thank you so much) and post this to appreciate the friendship she’s given me! Happy birthday Em! You’re a great artist (both makeup and fanart) and an amazing person! I hope you get everything you wanted and then some. (And I hope you like this little gift)
“Old man, huh?”
“Yeah, he just moved in.” The kid nodded, wiping the sweat from his brow. Ethan was his name, a tiny alpha that took after his father. No doubt he’d grow up to be only the supremest of alphas and suppress every emotion that wasn’t rough aggressive lust, but as of now, Ethan looked scared, and the innocence put a small smile on Alfred’s lips. “Nobody goes there. Once the ball’s on that lawn, we ain’t gettin’ it back.”
Alfred let his hand ruffle the little alpha’s sweat-damp hair as he glanced over at the place in question, a house pale in comparison to the ones around it. Bland walls, primly-cut grass, and not one flag adorning the porch- It was an astonishment, really. Especially in a neighborhood like theirs where patriotism upon lawns was something of an unspoken competition.
The pruned, almost plastic-perfect rose bushes framing the front yard were the only signs of a human inhabitant.
Summary: Alfred tries to teach Arthur how to bake and the results are mixed.
Rating: G; fluffy sugary goodness!
They had tried this so many times before. Usually, it went horribly wrong, and even if some progress was made, well… it didn’t matter that much. It would always turn out the same. Arthur was terrible at cooking and baking. Alfred had tried everything he could think of to help his boyfriend learn, but alas, it just seemed like the Englishman would always be a failure in the kitchen.
“Okay, sweetie, the recipe says 2 eggs. You crack them like this.”
Alfred carefully demonstrated as he cracked an egg on the side of the counter and poured its contents into the mixing bowl.
“Now you try.”
“Alright… Simple enough…”
And… there were shells all in the bowl now. Arthur looked so proud of himself. The American couldn’t bring himself to tell Arthur the truth, so he just nodded and pretended to smile.
When the cake was done, Arthur decided it was a great idea to make mint-flavored frosting and force Alfred to eat it. Of course, the poor American couldn’t bring himself to tell the Brit that it wasn’t good and that the secret ingredient– soy sauce – was NOT working with anything.
The cake was done and Alfred was sure it was going to be his doom. Arthur had even cut him a BIG slice and they sat down at the table to eat.
“How is it, darling? You know, that was so much fun. Thank you for helping me, love. I made the cake for you.” Arthur nearly purred, grabbing Alfred’s hand sweetly.
“Aw, anytime, Artie. I love you.”
Alfred knew he had no choice then and there and he took a bite. Keeping as straight of a face as he could, Alfred chewed, ignoring the crunch of eggshells and frosting from hell.
“Well, do you like it?” Arthur asked nervously.
“I-It’s amazing! I’m so proud of you!”
He felt ill.
“I’m so glad!” Arthur beamed, “I love you, Alfred.”
Perhaps he would throw up all night, but the look on his lover’s face was totally worth it.
Tis is my gift to @teapot-joker for the @usukexchange2016. They asked for spadeverse or steampunk christmas! usuk with maybe some nekotalia. I fulfilled the christmas
however unfortunately I couldn’t incorporate nekotalia. Please forgive me! Other than that, I hope you enjoy it and forgive me if it’s a bit shoddy as its my first time writing this type of au. Merry Christmas!
‘And now it was
winter. Almost Christmas, to be exact. His kingdom was flourishing, brimming
with kindness and excitement as the festivities went into full swing. It seemed
like a perfect time.
Alfred was determined to win Arthur’s heart, his Queen’s
heart. Or…at least make their
relationship friendlier as he didn’t think he could take another night of this
longing. Asking him on a date might be a
Summary: Arthur’s been forcibly dragged to a hockey game and is having the worst time until he ends up on a kiss cam with the very hot alpha sitting next to him Pairing: USUK AU: Omegaverse, University Rating: SFW, mild language
Arthur restlessly shifted where he sat on a hard, metallic bench surrounded by others who cheered and jeered at the rink before them. Gil bumped into him, knocking him sideways, and the omega wanted to be more angry with him had it not been for the fact that the person sitting on his right side was the best looking alpha Arthur had ever seen. It flustered him and he remembered regrettably how pouty and hunched he’d been for a majority of the game thus far until he’d noticed the alpha. To be fair, the alpha had been turned to the beta next to him, talking enthusiastically. It hadn’t been until someone screaming and knocking on the glass to their left had drawn the alpha’s attention his way. That’s when Arthur got a look at his face and found himself absolutely melting with how warm the alpha’s blue eyes were. Not at all icy or cold but absolutely enchanting.
2 am and I found this cute fic and thought you’d like to read it maybe
I did indeed enjoy reading it! Thank you so much for sending it !!
Here’s the summary:
Arthur Kirkland was cursed long ago to forget what he was doing every time he walked through a door. Not to worry, because he was used to writing down what he was doing into a little book he carried with him! Sometimes he didn’t want to follow through with what he had decided earlier, but he usually did it any - why in the world had he written to ask Alfred out on a date!