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Arthur loves the night. The air is still, like it has been during the day these past few hellish weeks, but blessedly cool instead. He has peace to think and space to walk and the cats are out, so what more could he need? The stars glimmer overhead like so many eyes, his only witnesses. There’s the barest hint of light in the east. Arthur takes a deep breath and just stops on the corner, allowing himself to feel. He hears a clatter from a few houses down and looks over in time to see a small figure slinking out of the shadow of some bins. “Hey, lovely,” he murmurs, clicking his tongue softly as he strides over. When he re

“Alfred, no.” “Alfred yes!” “Alfred. No.” “But Aaaaartie!” Arthur will not look at the eyes. Arthur will not look at the eyes. Arthur will not- He looks at the eyes. “You know my pool is for laps, not splashing around,” is all he can manage. The eyes only get bigger as Alfred wraps his arms around the box. “That doesn’t matter! It’s still a pool!” “Yes, but-” “And it’s right here! Right in our path! It’s gotta be destiny or something!” Arthur sighs through his nose and curses the layout of the store. Of course the gi

The volunteer E.R. ambulance driver really was hot. Twenty-four, American, with blond hair, bright blue eyes, and an extremely well-built form. Arthur had been taken with him since the moment he saw the man nearly four years ago. But he was only around from May to the end of August, so the English nurse figured he was in school and volunteered whenever summertime rolled around. Arthur didn't see him too often as he usually stayed in the ambulance, but it made his day a little brighter whenever he caught glimpse of him. "Oi, Arthur, your little lovebird's got a shift tonight." Gilbert, another nurse, chuckled as he passed. "Do ya even know hi

“Hello,” Arthur says, and Alfred nearly shits himself. “Jesus, Arthur, you scared me!” It takes a minute for Alfred to right himself in the bottom of the boat, for his shin and elbow to stop stinging. When he looks over the side, he’s met with a shit-eating, sharp grin. “I know.” “You’re mean,” Alfred tells him, pouting. Still, he helps the merman into his boat, careful of all the fins and lures hanging off him. “Do you gotta do that every time?” Arthur shrugs. “I find it amusing. Your face today was particularly rich.” “Asshole.” “Hmm.

Arthur had never been this deep in the forest before. He had passed familiar territory an hour ago, but his curiosity drove him on. Something had happened a few days ago, a sound like an explosion in the middle of the worst thunderstorm he could remember. The forest had become a solace to the Brit, far from his homeland in the middle of nowhere, America, and he wanted to make sure nothing bad had happened to it. He took another swig from his water bottle and sighed. He’d already been walking for over two hours, and the sun had just passed its highest point in the sky. If he didn’t find anything soon, he’d have to turn back-

(Hi, sorry, minor language here - f-word used like twice or 3 times - but I didn't wanna put an official warning so there you've been warned!) "Hi there! How can I help you?" Gilbert broke off from his conversation with Elizaveta to meet pretty purple eyes. He couldn't help but to stare a little bit. The waitress, Madeline, her tag said, had a lovely round face. Chin-length blond hair framed it, waving slightly. Part of it was tied back behind her head, and one flyaway strand looped in front of her face. It bobbed softly as she breathed. Round glasses perched on her straight nose, and those violet eyes twinkled behind them. She wore a short

There was once a little boy trapped in a tower. His name was Arthur. That was all he knew. He didn't know how he got there, or why, only his name and that he couldn't leave. There were no doors in that tower, and a jump from the window would surely kill him. He didn't try. It was lonely for him, but deep in the forest that he was, no one ever came around to see him. The tower was old. About fifteen meters high, the stones large and covered in moss around the base. There was only one window, but it was big and facing north. That ensured Arthur got plenty of sunlight, but the sun never really shone directly into his room. The tower was situate

Before heading out, Alfred double and then triple checked the address of the location the fire alarm had sounded from. Yup. It was the same place as last week, and the week before that, and two weeks before that... It went on and on, and in the past six months, Alfred and his fire crew had been at that particular apartment over fifteen times. They were all counting. By this point Alfred was amused, amazed, and concerned. "Come on, Alfred!" Gilbert, a firefighter about sixteen years younger than Alfred, called. "Artie's waiting for you!" The forty-five year old man shook his head and followed the younger out to the trucks. He had no idea whe

"Dude, watch out!" Arthur looked up from his gardening, then promptly hurled himself forwards. The hot air balloon basket passed harmlessly through the space where his head had been before the entire contraption crashed right into Arthur's garden. The man inside had ducked down for impact, and the colorful envelope fluttered down with grace to cover the rose bushes. "What the-" "Sorry about that!" The man popped up again, a smile on his face. The smile was the only thing Arthur could see, for the stranger was wearing an old-style aviator helmet and goggles. He seemed young, in any case. Then he was removing the helmet. Blond hair was ruff

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