Arthur Kirkland is one of the few Arch Angels left. He had been commanded by God to stay in heaven because both regular angels and arch angels were vanishing whenever they visited the people on earth to help them. Arthur hadn't left heaven in decades, and wanted just a peek at the earth. Little did he know that even a...
"Did you know that he likes you?" She spoke disgusted, pointing at Arthur. The Brit sputtered. Alfred's brows knitted together, "Well, I sure hope so or this is gonna get really awkward."
While cleaning his basement, England discovers a weird piece of paper with an even weirder spell. After reciting the spell he begins to feel strangely hot and finally collapses during a meeting...
Alfred continues optimistic even as he is forced to mate with an omega he knows nothing about. Though, it might just all work out in the end.
Arthur vowed to never return to that dreadful Music Festival, and yet, there he went once more...
The omega could forget things easily, but sometimes Alfred was even more forgetful than he was...
They had been busy working and now that they had won a day off where they could just relax and enjoy each other's company, Arthur starts his heat. [Omegaverse]
It was just Alfred’s luck that his laptop battery was running out and the only plug to connect his battery to was behind an handsome stranger.
After accidently bumping into someone Alfred loses his glasses and they break. What can Alfred do when every step he walks he hits on someone? Maybe someone could lend him a hand...
Arthur was having a great night at home. Well, that was until Francis decided he had to go to a party dressed up in a bloody nurse outfit! And the worst part was that Alfred found him.
Alfred had been optimistic and excited about meeting his soulmate... Until the war started.
Alfred was ignored by his Queen once arriving after a week out. But the worse was that his Queen was talking with that damn Portuguese.
The game started and Alfred undoubtedly knew how to play it. How to play him.
Arthur Kirkland was having an horrible morning, that is, until he encountered a man that maybe, just maybe, made his morning better.
Amidst the many secrets of Arthur Kirkland, there was one that he didn't want his boyfriend to find out, but, of course, that was the one Alfred discovered.
Alfred knew he should feel guilty, regretful, but he didn't. And if the choice to go back in time was given to him he would repeat the events all over again. Because he was his.
"Fucking drive!" Were those police cars and sirens behind them-? Oh God, what had Alfred gotten into?
"I'm Arthur Kirkland, PFC. What's your name?" "The boys just call me Camouflage~"
Alfred has an awesome plan to confess to his best friend, Arthur. A plan so awesome that he won't be able to refuse him.
Alfred was worried. The BTT had cornered him and demanded to know if he liked anyone. There was no way he would ever admit to those guys that he liked the grumpiest Brit in school. However, somehow, they managed to get that information out of him. The problem was: they said they would help him win the Brit's heart or...
