After their tragic, untimely death, rivals Francis Bonnefoy and Arthur Kirkland are trapped following their little brothers around.
Life as a ghost is emotionally jarring, as they soon discover, and it's driving them together in a way nothing ever...
Ladies and, on the off chance, gents, I have a dilemma! For my next fic I'm not sure which I should do. Should I do another Prucan using an idea involving ghost Mattie (because my wife seems to like the ghost au) or mpreg Sufin because SnowyWriting inspired me to write about a pregnant swede?Y'all really like Prucan but I really like Sufin too and there aren't enough on wattpad. So which do you guys think??? I've got plenty of scenes for the Sufin but the wife says that mpreg crosses a line (as if from the start wasn't one of my most popular fanfics) and the Prucan isn't very strong in my head so it'll be slower but y'all really love your Prucan. Anyway, here are some covers to choose from:
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"I remember, Gil." Matthew said softly the moment the albino walked into his bedroom. "Really?! Zhat's great!" Gilbert leapt at Matthew, hugging him tightly. Matthew held him back, burying his face in his boyfriend's neck. "I love you, Gil." He whispered. "And I need you with me for support." "For vhat?" Gil closed his eyes. "Do Jou need to tell Alfred off or somezhing?" Matthew smirked at this. "No. It's not that." "Zhen vhat is it?" "I'm going to make contact with Francis." "Huh?" Gilbert pulled away. "Haven't you noticed it? The lights flickering and the footsteps in the hallway...plus the thing with the ouija board? Francis is haunting the house...and Ivan's sister can talk to ghosts..." "Mattie...jou're probably imagining zhings. Ghosts aren't real." "Then how do you explain the ouija board?" "It bad probably Ivan playing tricks. Jou know how he is." "No! Don't believe 'im, Matthieu." Francis begged. "It's worth a shot, Gil. Ivan's bringing Natalia over right now so I can talk to him." "Fine. If zhis is vhat Jou vant, zhen I'm here vizh Jou. But I'm not going to pretend zhat I believe any of zhis schieße." "Got it." Matthew nodded. "Um...do ya wanna make out while we wait?" "Hell Ja." Gilbert grinned, pinning Matthew down and kissing him roughly. Matthew groaned softly, grabbing on to the front of Gil's shirt and pulling him as close as he could get him. "Ich liebe dich." Gilbert whispered when he finally pulled his lips away. "Je t'aime aussi." Matthew panted, pulling Gilbert back down again. Francis averted his eyes. He couldn't stand his baby brother acting so mature for so long. The doorbell rang out just then, breaking the two from their smooching. They got up from the bed and made their way downstairs, Francis in tow. Alfred was just letting Ivan and Natalia in when they got to the front door. Arthur was with him along with Kiku. "Good morning." The Russian boy smiled as his sister kept her face stone cold. "Let's do this in the living room." The two siblings nodded and the group made their way through the closest door. Matthew sat down on the couch and Natalia sat at his side, facing him. "Are you ready?" Matthew nodded. Francis felt himself being sucked into the girl's body. His eyesight flickered and suddenly he was her. He blinked a few times, trying to get used to this small frame he found himself in. "Francis?" Matthew took Natalia's hands and Francis's rental ones. "Is that you?" "I zhink so..." Francis answered, still wriggling around in this new body. "Jou have to prove it." Gilbert declared, sitting between Matthew and Frantalia. "Vhat vas jour locker combo in eighzh grade?" "Twenty two, forty eight, sixty nine. I remember because zhere was a sixty nine in it and we made it our code word for our clubhouse." "Vell, shit..." Gilbert's eyes watered. "It really is you, isn't it." Francis smiled. "Gil, it's alright." Matthew put his hand on his boyfriend's shoulder, pulling him back. "I have something I need to tell you, Francis." "Go a'ead." "Me and Gilbert are together..." "I know..." "You're not mad?" Francis took Matthew's hands, clasping them tightly. "I was at first. I was completely pissed. But you and 'im are good togezher. As long as you're 'appy, I am too." Matthew grinned widely, hugging him with tight arms. "I love you, Francis. I've missed you so much." "Uhm...Francis..." Alfred shuffled nervously. "Is Arthur around too...or did he just fuck off because he didn't care." "'E is around." Francis wasn't sure where. He hadn't seen the Brit since the fight they had. Alfred looked down at his lap and then back up at Francis. "Can I talk with him...when your done?" "Arfred...I zhink I can herp you..." "Really?" "Hai." Alfred smiled softly. "Ret's go find him." The two boys headed out of the room and Matthew turned back to Francis. They talked well into the night, just about small things, nothing too heavy. But by six, Francis could feel himself being pushed back out. "Matthieu...I 'ave to go." Matthew nodded and hugged his dead brother once more. "Be careful out there..." "Yeah...you too, mon frére." Francis smiled as he was pulled back to the land of the deceased. "Promise you'll stay around, okay?" Matthew requested. Even though he knew his younger sibling couldn't hear, he gave his answer. "I promise I'll do zhat and much more."
