Dark!EnglandxReader -Request

Dark! EnglandxReader

Card in hand, emerald eyes watched everyone deviously, and with a deafening laugh, he slammed the cards down on the table.

“Full House.” He exclaimed his devious smirk still plastered on his face. His eyes danced over each of his opponents as a few eyes narrowed, and scowls emanated from them. The man with the muddled, blond hair leaned back in his chair, right leg crossed over left; he nodded over to the other players.

“Pay up, chaps” a dirty glint made its way into his eyes as his large eye brows rose up in triumph. “Come now lads, don’t waste my time, I have a dead line to meet” his thick British accent soon filled with irritation and impatience, of course the other members who sat around the large circular table.

“Te clam mon ami, the cash is coming, tien tes cheveaux” a deep French accent spoke out after the brit, he stood from his chair and pulled out a leathery black brief case, placing it on top of the various colored chips with a clatter.

The brit smiled at that, standing as well as the French men opened the case, turning it to reveal many wads of cash. His smile widened as he slammed it shut with a forceful push from his right hand, he slipped his sunglasses and with a sharp nod of the head he snatched the briefcase with his left hand and made his way out the door.

He straightened out his suit with a few quick brushes from his left hand over his chest, and marched down the long corridor with a deceitful smirk, his feet crossing over one another as he quickened his pace when the door was in view. Reaching his right hand out to the door handle, he tugged it open to find himself engulfed in a chorus of voices, tings, clings, and a few shouts and hollers.

With a quick pace, he walked through the casino and over to the bar, it had been a long day for him, trying to earn back the money he owed wasn’t going to be easy, especially after the dead was to be done.

Taking a seat at the bar, his eyes wandered around the room and he carelessly placed the briefcase on the counter in front of him.

“Bartender” his voice was firm when he called to the person in control of the many mounds of alcohol. He deserved a little something, and even if he’d be using a little bit of his cash, it would only dent it by a few dollars.

A young woman, maybe around the age of 20, walked over to him, she raised a brow, motioning to the briefcase, but the brit only ignored it. He smirked over at her, eyes her body from top to bottom. She sported a slim black dress that ended just above the knees, it covered her lower chest and only covered her right shoulder. It suited her well in his opinion, and he showed that by nodding briefly, and smirking as he looked into her (e/c) eyes.

A blush crawled its way up to her cheeks, she was used to all the compliments, and many man, even some women, ‘checking her out’, but for some reason the brit that sat on the opposite side of the counter was different. His messy blond hair, his bright emerald eyes, that smirk he wore, the devious glow, and his eye brow. She couldn’t take her eyes off the, it wasn’t just that they were big, but when he spoke, and interesting thing happened to them: they continuously furrowed.

“Arthur, Arthur Kirkland” he held his hand out, snapping her out of her thoughts. She reached over and grabbed his hand gently, shaking it softy. ‘What a gentlemen’ she thought with a soft smile ‘Not like all the rest of those drunk bastards’ “and you, love?” Arthur asked politely.

“_____” she responded “______ ______.” ______ pulled her hand away, and moved some strands of her (h/l) (h/c) hair out of her face. As appealing as it was to lean over to counter and fill the gap between the two of them, she couldn’t, instead she straightened out her dress, stood tall and smiled. “What can I get you, Arthur?”

“Anything strong enough to make the pain go away” he said jokingly, leaning his elbows on the counter. ______ only nodded, grabbed a clean, clear glass, filled it up to the top with the yellow-ish beverage, and proceeded by sliding it towards him. He caught it with his hand easily, brought it up to his lips and took a nice, long, cool drink.

***

Hours had passed by since Arthur first drink; he now sat next to ______ who, even in his drunken state, he had learned a lot about. She was from [where you were born] and moved to [where you are now] when she was [age you were]. Her mother and father had gotten divorced, she had decided to stay with her mother. She was now trying to apply for college, and since no other jobs were available (or that she qualified for) she had to go with working at the casino. It paid good money and she had nice hours.

For Arthur on the other hand, he wouldn’t say. Apparently it paid top dollar to work for him, and he was adamant that it was place for a woman to work, although he had seen a few, they usually ended up dying, quieting, or as seen in the movies many times: falling in love with their partner.

“But… wouldn’t it be fun?! We could be partners in crime!” exclaimed a drunken _____, who held her glass up above her head for affect.

“Shhhh shhhhhhhhhhhh shh!” Arthur attempted to silence her, once she did; he placed his index finger over her lips, and leaned forward, his forehead against her, one busy eye brow raised and his emerald eyes peering into her (e/c). “It’s not crime,” he insisted “it’s a business” he proclaimed, pushed himself back still watching the very persistent ______.

“Then it’s the British intelligence! Isn’t it!” she grabbed the rim of her seat in excitement, leaning forward, listening, waiting, wanting to know what his answer was. The brit simply shook his head.

“No… no… no no no!” he shouted silently, more like a cry. His head was jerked up, his right arm pointing at the ceiling, he brought his hand down in curiosity, and began to examine his index finger as if it had turned various other colors.

“Weelllllll, if it’s not the British intelligence then… it must be the American!” ______ exclaimed, almost jumping off her seat as she did.

“AMERICAN?!” Arthur’s face turned many shades of red before deciding on one. He turned to her with a glare, she recoiled slightly, not entirely understanding. “There is no way I would ever work for that bloody wanker!” He exclaimed, raising himself from his chair, he looked down at _____ his emerald eyes on the edge of something dangerous.

“Oh... I’m sorry Arthur I didn’t- I mean I just thought…” she drifted off carelessly, and Arthur took his seat again, his face flushed a bright right from the combination of rage, blushing, and being drunk.

“No, that’s my fault, love” he chuckled; they both seemed to be coming down off their excitement. He looked over at her, many thoughts running through his head, and he didn’t bother to shake them awake. Leaning towards her he closed the gap in-between the two of them. He tasted her lips after a moment time, and licked her bottom lip after she had wrapped her arms around his neck. She didn’t hesitate, letting his tongue slip into her mouth and began to explore every corner there was.

Soon the need for air took over the two, and they pulled away, gasping for short breaths of air. _____’s face was a bright red, and Arthurs was almost the same. He smirked deviously at her, the mood seeming to  change, and his eyes danced with the one emotion that was clearer than any ____ had seen in a man’s eyes: longing

“Shall we go back to my place then, love?” his emerald eyes seem to twinkle mischievously. Without hesitation, she followed him out the door.

~mini extended ending~

“Promise me something?” her arm was over his bare chest and she spoke in a soft whisper.

“Hm? Yes, anything love” his eyes were closed and his arms were around her warm body, he appreciated the extra warmth in his bed. He listened to her quiet voice, it wasn’t hard to hear her saying the room was quiet enough to hear the rumbling of a train filling over train tracks miles away.

“If I get fired tomorrow, you’re going to let me work with you” ______’s voice was almost a sigh, she was tired and just wanted to sleep, but stayed awake just to hear his voice.

“….I Promise” Arthur muttered finally, leaning his head closer to her and managing a kiss on her forehead.

“Arthur?”

“Yes love?”

“I love you”

“I love you to…”