Hetalia y/n’s have to stand together, how about England x Reader where y/n admires his tattoos?
anon bless your heart because this lead me down a path of picturing arthur as a prep with secret tattoos and i promptly blacked out. when i woke up i ended up with this oneshot. i hope you enjoy and may your meals always be delicious and your pillow always cold (or warm depending on how you like it lol). also i wasn't sure if you wanted smut, so it's sfw (just to be safe). but it's still suggestive. if you wanted full-blown smut tho just lmk 👍
⏆﹒⬚﹒🍏﹒➲﹒reader admiring arthur's tattoos; gn! reader (nothing specified), 800 words/4k characters, fluff with some suggestive themes. lowercase intended.
the contrast is interesting, you muse.
your lover’s always projected a proper– if not a tad pretentious– image of the quintessential upper-class english man. he has all his clothes and shoes tailored; every thread and button perfectly bespoke (the extra costs just for suit jackets can be somewhat incomprehensible, but he always assures you it is a perfectly good investment. you never complain too much– not when he’s so damn handsome in those same bespoke suits).
he drinks his tea with a pinky up; always, always with the fine, intricately painted porcelain (an antique dating back to the victorian era, he often tells you).
he rubs elbows with the upper echelons of london society; engaging in those stereotypical, hoity-toity activities only people with money to burn can do (polo, horseback riding, fucking golf… it would make you laugh if it weren’t for his tall, elegant frame, with the lean, subtle musculature of the ideal english sportsman).
but beneath that proper exterior, though– there’s something more passionate, something more untamed lurking. while arthur often keeps that side of him under wraps, you have the privilege of being privy to it in numerous ways.
you’re reminded of it as you laze next to him in his sheets, basking in the post-sex afterglow. his back is to you, you can fully take in the smattering of golden freckles across his fair skin, and… oh.
“i haven’t seen this one before.”
you trace your fingers along the merfolk inked on his back. you try to summon some hazy memories from a past gallery date with arthur– ah, yes. it’s a near-identical replica of john william waterhouse’s mermaid, except…
it’s you. replacing the mermaid combing her long, auburn hair is you. you’re in that same, languid pose, with just a long white fabric draped tightly along your body to preserve the barest modicum of modesty. somehow, though– with the sultriness of your eyes, the curve of your bare neck and shoulders– this remaster of waterhouse’s mermaid somehow seems more… suggestive.
“do you like it?” he murmurs, turning over to face you. his forest-green eyes are lidded, light, feathered lashes nearly resting on the top of his freckled cheeks. this is the most relaxed you’ve ever seen him; your heart leaps for a split second.
“a tattoo of me?” you say, mock-dryly. still, your face is warm, and you can’t help but smile. “i thought you hated cliches.”
“ah, well.” suddenly, he’s blushing too. his freckles are even more stark against his skin; you barely resist the urge to trace your thumb all over them. “some… can be alright.”
you grin.
“when did you get this?”
“a few weeks after our date to the tate.”
you can’t help but snort out a laugh, fond.
“and you said you were done with tattoos, hm?”
“when i saw that painting,” the pinkness of his cheeks deepen, “i just couldn’t stop seeing you. so one last tattoo couldn’t hurt, i suppose.”
“mhm, it’s not like i mind,” you whisper, drawing a hand down to trace the tudor roses and ivy inked along his ribs, “you know i love your tattoos, arthur.”
“perhaps that’s why i had it done,” he laughs raspily, “you might only want me for my tattoos. needed something to keep the spark alive, don’t you think, my dear?”
“don’t be an idiot.” you lightly chastise him, then draw him closer for a kiss, bracing him by your hand on the back of his head. unlike the heated, passionate kisses you two shared earlier, he moves his mouth against yours slowly and indulgently; the kind of kiss that could lull you to slumber after a long day.
“let me see it again, then.” you say against his lips, quiet and muffled. he smirks, uncharacteristically roguish.
“i believe you just proved my earlier point.”
“oh, shut up.”
he complies anyway, shifting so you can see his back; this time, you can study it more clearly. your face, stark as day– maybe it’s corny, but you can’t help the way your heart leaps at the sight. proper, upper-class arthur kirkland being lovestruck enough to have you permanently inked on his skin, even when he’s eschewed tattoos and everything that can be linked to delinquency in favor of his image. there’s just something truly… amazing about it.
“i wanna see the rest.” you mumble. he rolls over, pretending to grumble.
“maybe you really are just with me for my tattoos, love.”
you ignore him and look over the rest of his tattoos– the tudor roses and ivy on his ribs; the plantagenet lions on his left shoulder; a hobbes’ quote– a great leap in the dark– on his right forearm.
and now, the portrait of you as waterhouse’s mermaid on his back.
“i do love your tattoos, arthur.” you quietly repeat, settling down next to him. you draw nearer, hooking a leg over his body and resting your head against his chest; his heartbeat thrums in a consistent pitter-patter right next to your ear.
“but i love you more.”
he’s silent, but he combs his fingers– long, graceful, and work-worn– through your hair.
“i love you too.”
“yeah.” you smile drowsily. you can see yourself as a merfolk in your hazy mind's eye, forever inked on his back. “i know.”
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I read the documents about Luca and cutting out all of the interpersonal stuff, from a purely contractual standpoint, Luca should've been fired a long time ago.
Even though the contract is extremely restrictive and hardly fair, the least the company can do is actually enforce it equally.
But they're not going to do that, least of all when their stock is at a historical low, further proving to anyone with eyes, ears, and a brain that Anycolor is absolute fucking corporate scum.
(Also, if you don't want to keep opening your inbox to this, I won't blame you. This entire situation is exhausting. Please step back if you need to.)
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teacher!geto/curse user!reader :3
i have NEVER thought of that before
what would that even look like?
hehehe …. well anon. i’m planning on making it a whole series, so if you happen to read it then i hope you’ll see the vision >:3 but i can tell you the basics of the dynamic i have planned out so far!!
honestly it’s nothing complicated!! at first glance anyway. you can think of it as a role reversal au of sorts — as in, suguru doesn’t defect and becomes a teacher with satoru, while reader does defect. they end up murdering civilians in a fit of rage just like geto did, take over the star plasma cult just like geto did, aaaand eventually get killed by suguru during the au’s equivalent of the night parade of 100 demons. suguru can’t bring himself to destroy their body, they get taken over by kenjaku, aaaand….
then they end up surviving :3 somehow . some way. haven’t figured out the kinks yet but bottom line is: satoru & suguru are somehow able to kill kenny without harming reader, and what’s left of their own soul is brought back to life. they then coax/threaten the higher ups into postponing reader's execution, in hopes that they can be redeemed. aaand that’s where the fic starts!! so… a fix-it fic. basically.
so now reader has to live under the supervision of suguru, who is their ex, who they still love and who still loves them even though neither of you can seem to talk about it. it’s just a lot of tension and bitter feelings and some kind of tenderness that wants to make itself known but can’t yet. that kind of good ol slightly angsty slowburn with a happy ending <33
buuuut yeah!! i have the overall plot and dynamics figured out :3 curse user!reader is similar to how geto was as a curse user, but also a bit different in some ways…. they’re cynical and bitter and kind of pathetic and very lonely. and teacher!geto is just a matured version of the suguru we see in hidden inventory. the students are the same with the addition of nanamimi, and curse user!reader has their own dynamic with each of them.
… as in . nanamimi hates them (the feeling is mutual), they hate maki and megumi (toji ptsd), they couldn’t care less about any of the second or third years and have a mild soft spot for nobara and yuji. lmao. they’re just kind of a cunt tbh but i think they’re sooo meowmeow i like them a lot <33 and suguru does too !! reader is more antagonistic towards him while he just. grapples with the softness he still has for them. and the aftermath of what they said to each other before suguru Did The Deed (satoru was actually reader's assigned executioner, but suguru stepped in to do it instead)…….
i’m starting to ramble pjhgjjgh.... but yeah! i’m super fond of this au and sooooo excited to write it !! :3
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