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The Brit and the Beer"Ahahahaha! Stop touching me there that tickles!" a drunk Arthur Kirkland chuckled, petting around in the air. Alfred stared, mortified, at his former guardian.
Who knew all it took to make him lose his mind was if he drank enough scotch, rum, and whiskey mixed together.
Then again he was crazy enough already.
An empty beer bottle was smashed next to him, snapping him out of his thoughts. Arthur stood above him, swaying ungracefully and pointing a half broken bottle at him while shouting random commands.
"Avast ye s-scurvy dog!" he hiccuped, swishing the bottle around causing the younger blonde to duck.
"Arthur, what the hell!" Alfred shrieked (manly-ly. Yes. Manly-ly is a word.) he shook his head in disapproval, eying the Brit as he took another swig of rum from someone else.
"That Cap'n Kirkl'n to you, ya bilge rat!" he slurred, jumping up onto his table. Alfred facepalmed as he watched the Briton lick his lips, a pirate hat with an enormous feather perched on top of it now placed on
[APH] .:USUK:. :Mistletoe:A Mistletoe.
It's a lovely little plant, I'm quite fond of it. I wished people payed more attention to it year-round, not just during the Christmas season. It means so much more to me than just a little meaningless smooch once a year. It reminds me of someone dear to my heart.
I never thought much of a Mistletoe until one Christmas. I was off of work, for the first time in what seemed like eternities, which I was thankful for. I was inviting friends and family over to my house for a small get together of sorts. That's when he showed up. Well of course, since I had invited him.
He arrived with a bag of refreshments in hand, and a huge grin on his face. I had never seen a day without that grin, not matter how grim things seemed.
"Hey, Arthur! What's up, man? When's the party startin'?" He was so incredibly nonchalant about everything, even his speech.
"Nothing much, Alfred, please come in from the cold. You put the drinks right over there." Alfred. That's his name. I lov
Hotline Chapter 8
Eventually, he pulled off the motorway and drove down some smaller roads, glad they weren't as slippery. He pulled up at their now shared house and helped Gaara out of the car, leading him inside. Once they got into the kitchen, he turned the thermostat up and searched through the cupboards for a jar of pickles. Smiling when he found them, he handed them to his beloved redhead. "Want a drink or anything to warm you up? I have green tea, coffee, hot chocolate... and I would suggest alcohol, but that wouldn't be good for the baby."
Gaara noticed a storm closing in, and starting to rain. He let no fear trace his mind, as Lee drove. He felt safe, and knew that he would protect him. Not only does Lee have him to protect, but now he has two people to keep safe. He could feel his heart skip a beat when Lee said that he could have "Anything he wants." Gaara couldn't contain his shoulders from curling upwards, and a cute smile to grace his features, h
Cold ThingsA/N: Yeah, my boyfriend is a right evil git when he wants to be... Once again a random one shot based on the hell that is my life sometimes. ^_^ Seriously I really ought to kill him (or at least maim him a little) he takes far too much pleasure in my discomfort.
Disclaimer: Not mine, although I lay claim to the stupid plot line.
"Iruka, Iruka... Come on it's time to get up."
Kakashi gently nudged the slumbering man attempting to rouse him, the brunette was however, having absolutely none of it. With a grumble Iruka turned over burrowing deeper into the warm covers completely ignoring his lover. The Jounin sighed deeply it was the same thing