You truly loved your friend Arthur. He had been your best friend for years and years. But you eventually grew feelings for the British man. He was perfect in your eyes- his shaggy blonde hair, his green eyes, heck even his out-of-control eyebrows! He was just simply pure brilliant, and sometimes he even had a hint of extravagance, which you thought was completely adorable.
Arthur had invited you over to his house to play guitar with him- you both played guitar and bass in a band you and Arthur, Vash, and Elizabeta had started. But to your surprise, when you knocked on the door, no one answered. Usually you'd hear a 'be there in a seck love!' coming from inside the house. This wasn't normal for the so kind hearted gentleman he was. You shouted his name, and no one answered. You took out the spare key Arthur had given you, and opened the door. You immediately smelled...cake? Coming from the...kitchen? 'Oh no he hurt himself while trying to cook!' you thought. You walked into the kitchen to see Arthur wearing a... pink...frickin'...apron. 'Could this day get ANY weirder?' you thought face-palming. He turned around to look at you.
"Hello (Name), you pathetic girl." he said coldly. You blushed, taking a step back. Is this really what Arthur thought of you? It practically gnawed away at you, breaking your heart in the process.
"Arthur, I...uh...see you got b-blue contact lenses?" you stuttered loudly.
"No, these are my natural eyes. And my name is NOT Arthur. It's Oliver." he said closing his eyes crossly and folding his arms.
"O-oh uh, sorry t-then, Oliver." you said shaking.
"STOP STUTTERING! Look I know you love Arthur, But Arthur is gone now. Here. Eat this." he said shoving a cupcake into your mouth. It tasted pretty good!
"Hey what flavour is this cupcake it's way better than anything Arthur can make...wait what do you mean, 'gone'?" you asked a little worried.
He smiled a dark grimace at you. "Well let's just say that those cupcakes are Arthur Kirkland flavoured." You gawked, falling backwards, the cupcake falling onto the floor. He walked over to you, bent down on top of you, holding up the top half of your form while taking out a knife and pressing it against your back.
"It's time I make my second batch you know (Name)." He smiled a dark grin at you, and slid the knife into you.
"ARTHUR NO! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE SOMEWHERE COME OUT PLEASE CO-" you were cut off by death, taking your final breath. Oliver smiled as he brought you over to the kitchen, only to meet the same fate your beloved Arthur had faced. But he couldn't bring himself to turn you into his snack. He thought about why he felt this way, realizing it must be..."NO" he yelled. He gawked at the fact, trying to dismiss that fact that he was in fact, in love with you. He HATED love, but somehow, hated it even more when it came to you. He wanted you so bad. He knew Arthur did too, so he had to go. But what he just did to you, was...was...UNEXCEPTIONABLE. He could only think of one way to bring you back- Arthur's stupid black magic. He ran and got the ancient book, placing it next to you and looking through it, still amazed at the fact he hadn't thrown up at his own love to another human being. He found the spell, said it, and soon your (e/c) orbs fluttered open, staring directly at Oliver. He picked you up, holding you tightly to his chest.
"I'm so sorry (Name) I'll never eat another soul EVER again!" You smiled and kissed him on the lips. You kissed him passionately. He scooped you up and laid you on the couch, laying on top of you. In between short breaths he managed to say, "you...are my...last...batch..."
-I'll leave the rest up to your curious imagination-