England(Arthur Kirkland) X reader: green eyes ch11

“Meet me after.” You hear whispered into your ear.
By the time you turn your head, the Brit is gone and you have a distinct blush on your face. You hear a small chuckle, and see Mattie grinning at you. You sneak a smile at him and he places a hand on your shoulder, nodding. You look back at him with a confused look before he pulls you towards him.

“Go for it” you blush deeper as he winks at you, turning back as Francis pulls him into a joyful embrace. Your school has won. The stands erupt in loud cheering and shouting as Alfred and his team mates celebrate. You jump and cheer along with the others, Liz holding your arm as Gil try’s to pull her into his body.
In true English style, the head announces the news, congratulating the team with the school council beside her. Arthur stood along with his fellow members, with a proud smile on his face, and as you all file out of the stands, you see him be pulled into a strong hug by Alfred.
You’re pushed away with the crowd into the open space outside the stands where the school are continuing their celebrations and find yourself at a loss as your friends are pulled away from you.

“Hey.” You turn to find Alfred behind you.

“Alfred!” you exclaim as he pulls you into a tight hug. You congratulate him as he spins you around.

“Wasn’t I awesome? Man, that was such a rush!” he whoops into the air, earning a few fist pumps from surrounding school mates. In the distance, you see a group of girls giggle and wave Al over. He waves back and you laugh.

“Well, I gotta go please some ladies!” he ruffles your hair “besides, looks like someone’s looking for you~” he laughs and strides away. As you search the crowd, your eyes lock onto a flash of blonde hair as Arthur walks toward you.


“Enjoy the game?” oh gods that voice. You breath catches as he, very publicly, takes your hand in his, entwining your fingers.

“y-yeh.” You don’t really know what to say right now, but luckily, Arthur just chuckles and begins to move away.

“Let’s escape for a bit shall we? If there’s one thing I don’t think I can stand along with one loud American shouting about football, is a school of them.” As if on cue, the American team come running out. Although loosing, they receive a loud reception, which only results in Arthur dragging you faster away from the noise. You get a few looks from fellow students, but find it hard to pay any mind to them when your fingers are entwined with Arthur Kirkland’s.


He leads you around the refreshments and towards the school building, hand still in yours, smiling back to you every now and again. It’s coming close to evening now, and the sun is casting a brilliant gold light over the British countryside which, in your opinion, catches Arthur’s hair in the perfect way. Everything seems to aluminate orange around you as you walk up to the building, and your eyes adjust as the two of you enter through the large oak doors. You want to ask why Arthur is leading you through the school halls, but the way his hand feels, the look of his hair, the feeling of having Arthur so close, you don’t want to break the moment. He opens a steal door with a glowing green fire escape sign above it and walks the two of you up the stairs until you’re met with a second door.

He punches 7 numbers into a small pad and turns to look at you as the devise bleeps loudly and the metal frame moves with a clunk. Arthur pulls you closer to him, breaking the contact of your hands only to move his arm around your waist.

“Trust me, you’ll love this.” You blush as he pushes the door open and walks the two of you out onto the roof of the school. Being a converted old English country estate, the school has undergone reservations to expand and keep the structure safe for its purpose, so some of the roofs were flat and modernised. The low surfaces hide behind the original roofs to be honest, you had never realised there would be a place like this. And an amazing one at that.


The space is the size of a small room, not too big, and has a soft tarmac floor. At first, it’s not much, but as Arthur turns the two of you slightly around, you realise the spot where the roofs surrounding you break off, presenting a breath taking view of the English countryside surrounding the school.
With his arm still around you, Arthur moves closer the metal rail and sighs at the sight.

“I found this in my first year. Well, no. my oldest brother found it, and it’s a secret that’s been passed down through the Kirkland generations. They all came up here to skip classes or mess about, but I find it so, calming. It’s a place where you can truly see the beauty of Britain.”
You lean your head against his shoulder as the golden sun sets in front of you. He’s sharing this place with you, it’s magical. Daring your luck (and sanity) you sneak a peek up to the man next to you. Again, your star truck with the amazing Arthur Kirkland, his face relaxed as the golden light starts to fade into night and draw shadows along his defined features.

“Your staring luv.” Feeling a strong blush appear in your face, you whip your gaze away as he chuckles.

“I didn’t say I minded.” He squeezes his grip on you before moving behind you and wrapping both his arms around your waist. You try to think of something to say, and ice breaker or anything, but having him hold you so closely, its making breathing a challenge.

“The other week, I hope you know I was serious about it. The kiss I mean.” His voice is quiet and brushes against your ear. You try to keep your heart from jumping out your chest by focusing on the landscape, trying to pick out details of the sky as day turns to night.

“I want you to know, I have full intention of having you as my girlfriend. Whether Alfred likes it or not.” Spoken like a proper British man alright. That accent is just so- no! The sky, a new cloud has appeared to the left……. How nice.

“Even if you say no, I have no intention of giving up without a fight.” You hold back a chuckle, you saying no to Arthur? Not likely, but he sounds determined. You almost want to say no just to see what he would do.

“I guess I just wanted to do this properly.” Screw the sky, your heart is out of control and your face as red as a cherry.

“Look, you can see where our garden is” the ‘our’ does not go unnoticed. You feel him nod to the right, toward the woods that surround the grounds. Glad for the distraction, you turn your head to the side, only to have a pair of lips press to your cheek.

“_______” the way he says you name, you can’t even describe how it makes you feel. He presses his nose against your temple, resting his lips dangerously close to your skin.

“Be mine, please.”

Unable to process the words, you stand stunned as he moves slightly in front of you and brushes your noses together.

“Just so you know, unless you hit me, I’m taking the stunned silence as a yes.” Finally, you feel his lips against yours. It’s nothing like the other night, where it had been hot feverish and full of panic, this time, its slow and full of meaning. His tender movements and touches almost have you melting on the spot as the kiss deepens. You forget everything for the moment, simply enjoying the kiss.
It’s nothing like Alfred. He was always a child, always overly excited and eager, but Arthur as calm and collected, a gentleman. Running your hands around his neck, you take time to play with the soft hairs at the back of his neck, resulting in a low moan from the man.

You don’t pay attention to time, but by the time you break, there are stars in the sky and the air is colder. You feel a shudder crawl over you, and Arthur pulls you into a hug.

“I won’t keep you for much longer.” You want to object, say that he could, he could keep you for as long as he wanted, but the cold seems to catch up with you and you shiver in his arms. Arthur pulls away and drapes his jacket over your shoulder. Blushing at the cliché, you snuggle into the warm cotton as Arthur takes your hands, bringing them up to his lips and placing delicate kisses along your knuckles.

“I’ll take you back now.”
He wraps an arm around your waist and leads you from the roof. Upon arriving outside your dorm, you feel his lips again one last time before you runs a hand down the side of your face. Smiling one last time, he turns and takes his leave, turning back once to flash a dazzling smile at you before he disappears around the corner toward the boy’s dorm. It’s not until you return to you room and find Liz almost faint with excitement that you realise his soft jacket is still draped over your shoulders.

It takes a good half an hour to quench Liz’s thirst for gossip, and you rightfully leave out the event from a few weeks ago, not wanting to explain why you kissed (or were kissed by) Arthur while still with Alfred, and finally you collapse onto your bead ready to sleep. Your stomach is still jumping and your cheeks seem to be permanently stained with a small blush tonight, but you’re so happy you don’t even care. You give one last look toward the jacket before nodding off into a pleasant dream about a certain green eyed lion.