[AN:

I wrote these for an AU that my girlfriend and I are RPing, which involve Hitman Jones and a Writer Arthur.

We were talking one day, and somehow got onto the topic of past lives, and I got the inspiration to write all of these. Most of these were written at 2am, so pardon any errors with time periods- or any grammatical errors.

Feel free to correct any errors that I might have made, but other than that, do enjoy and leave feedback!

Warning, it is rather feelsy, but all of these will be. There will also be character deaths in each drabble, but that's just how this works-

You'll see why.]

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It was a warm summer day when Alfred Jones first saw Prince Arthur. The sun was shining down beautifully upon the village and peasant after peasant walked down the paths, doing their daily chores and shopping at local markets. Alfred, who was 11 years old at the time, was helping his father sell fish, while his mother was down the street selling freshly picked flowers and such. The Jones' were venders by trade, selling whatever made a profit at the time, switching products with the seasons. Flowers and fish during the summer and spring, firewood and wool during the fall and winter. Occasionally, Alfred would make little crafts and even furniture that nobles would buy if they were good enough. That would bring some nice food to the table.

Helping his father sort the fish, he heard the sound of music, played by a few instruments, playing the anthem of their land, signaling that there was definitely royalty coming through. Cerulean blue eyes widened as he looked up to his father, who chuckled in response. "Go on." The elder Jones waved him off, just smiling all the while as Alfred excitedly ran off. After being handed a simple yet beautiful flower from his mother, he headed out to the parade of people who had gathered to see the royal family pass by. The people were in love with their royalty. The Kirklands were a good sort- charitable to the people, attentive to their subjects, good stuff like that. And they were definitely all good looking, or so Alfred had heard. Many times he would hear girls in the village talking about Prince Arthur and his charm. They all wanted to be his wedded wife. And with good reason.

Making his way through the crowd, the eleven-year-old pushed to the front, eyes bright as he watched a horse drawn carriage ride down the path. The peasants around him cheered and he couldn't help but cheer along himself. The carriage pulled forward, drawn by several beautiful stallions, and stopped in the middle of the town square where the peasants all gathered. And then, both the prince and King stepped out. King James was a tall man with long, red locks, a beard to match, and sharp green eyes. He was dressed in the some of the grandest clothes that Alfred had ever seen. And the prince- oh wow. He could see why the young girls made a big deal about him. Prince Arthur was a slender boy of thirteen and not quite as tall as his father, but he was beautiful. A mess of ginger hair rested on his head, a little specks of freckles upon his cheeks, a rare sight to see amongst royalty. He must burn easily.

Attempting to deafen the chatter, King James cleared his throat and waited for the noise to die down. And then he spoke. "As all of you might know, Prince Allistor died in the final battle with France-"

"Prince Allistor, may he rest in peace." The crowd recited quietly, most murmuring.

"-And so, whenever Prince Arthur turns 21, he will be taking the throne in Allistor's place."

And at this, the crowd cheered, and squealing could be heard from a group of young girls, who stood near Alfred.

The king smiled. "I am confident that Arthur will be a wonderful ruler and will treat all of you wonderfully. For now, he will be training to be the best he can be. Arthur? Care to say a few words?" He looked toward his son, who cleared his throat and stepped forward. "If I may." When the king nodded in response, Arthur looked out toward the people.

"As my father has said, I will be taking over where my brother could not..." He paused, looking slightly upset for a moment at the loss of his brother, but he quickly recovered. "And I swear to be the best King and Prince that this nation has ever seen. Thank you all." There was more applause and the crowd dispersed as they were allowed to ask questions and offer gifts. The girls, of course, offered Arthur gift upon gift, which he didn't seem too pleased with.

In the end, Alfred walked up to the young prince, smiling and holding out the bright blue flower, one the colour of his eyes. "For you, Prince Arthur. I just know that yer gonna be a great King one day. We all have faith in you."

This seemed to make those princely emerald hues brighten. "Oh, thank you." He replied genuinely, taking the small and humble offering and tucking it into the top of his collar. "Thank you, er..."

"Alfred. Alfred Jones, your majesty." He introduced himself, grinning a bit, causing the prince to laugh softly. "Of course. It is a pleasure to meet you." And then they shook hands, unaware of how this meeting would change the course of their lives.

It wasn't until the day after he turned seventeen that he saw Arthur again when he landed a job in the Royal stables. Having been trained by the previous stable men, he'd landed the job easily. Now, he had the job of caring for all of the Royal horses, which he loved. Currently, he was giving Prince Arthur's horse, Charity, a good brushing, making sure to get her creamy white coat nice and shiny. He hummed aloud to her, humming a song that his mother once sang, while soothing the soft mane with a fine brush.

As he hummed, he heard a voice singing along:

"Greensleeves was all my joy

Greensleeves was my delight:

Greensleeves was my heart of gold,

And who but my Ladie Greensleeves."

Blinking back toward the voice, Alfred stopped his humming to see who other than Prince Arthur standing in the entryway. The stableman's breath hitched. Arthur had most certainly grown more handsome over the years. The prince was now nineteen and had grown taller, although he was now shorter than Alfred, who had had a massive growth spurt when he'd turned thirteen. More freckles were visible on the prince's face, his face more solemn looking, and he was still slender, although his hands were roughed up from learning swordplay and music. There was a moment of silence before the prince stepped forward, an almost fond look on his face, but not smiling.

"You know the song 'Greensleeves'...?" Arthur questioned as he walked forward, making Alfred shrug. "My mother used to sing it to me- I know the tune, not really the words." The taller man replied, continuing his work with Charity, who made a happy whinnying sound. The horse really had seemed to take a liking to the newcomer, which surprised Arthur. "She usually doesn't like new arrivals," The prince commented, making Alfred blink and looked back, tilting his head to the side. "Oh yeah? She seems to be liking me just fine," Came his reply as a slight grin appeared on his face. "Maybe she just likes my charm."

Arthur couldn't help but snort. "I doubt it. Don't let that swell your ego, lad," He said as he headed over to gently run his hands through the mare's hair. "Although, she is a good judge of character, so you can't be too horrible of a human being." Arthur added as a sort of afterthought. Alfred laughed. "That's right. I guess I'm not that horrible of a human being then." He decided, making the prince just chuckle a bit. "I suppose you aren't."

After this meeting, Arthur came to visit Alfred in the stables every single day, pretending to just be checking on Charity. This continued on for months, and during these months, both men slowly started to realize that they were definitely attracted to each other. With Arthur, it started with his dreams. When he started to have less than innocent dreams about his friend, he knew that something was up. For Alfred, it was just a realization. He'd probably been attracted to Arthur for years- ever since they first met at that parade. Neither man did anything about their feelings. They decided to keep it to themselves out of fear of being caught and of rejection by the other. Arthur wasn't sure which one was worse. Homosexuality was a sin that could lead to execution, or even torture, if they were caught in the act. He almost couldn't risk it- until one day when he just couldn't keep it to himself.

That day, Arthur had decided to invite Alfred out riding with him. The stableman agreed almost instantly because he loved to ride horses, but rarely got the opportunity because he was usually busy taking care of them. And so, after leaving one of his fellow stablemen to cover for him, Alfred and Arthur left for an afternoon ride.

The ride was beautiful. They rode down a single path through a field of green, the land stretching far and wide, speckled and dotted with beautiful flowers. It looked like a scene out of a story, or even a painting. Perhaps even a fairytale. Alfred loved the scenery and was more than happy to stop when Arthur led him to an area beneath a tall tree, slightly shaded yet still surrounded by the beautiful flora. After tying up the two horses to make sure they stayed, the two men sat beneath the shaded tree, looking out into the distance, making small talk.

Arthur was nervous. What he was going to say could make or break him- their friendship, his reputation- it was all on the line. Pausing for a moment, he looked over to Alfred, who was just looking at him. Oh. Flushing, the prince coughed and looked away. "You know, this is the exact spot where my father proposed to my mother," Arthur commented quietly, messing with part of his tunic. The taller blond smiled. "Oh yeah? This spot must be real special then." Alfred commented, the breeze blowing through his soft, wheat coloured hair. "Mmhm.." Arthur hummed in response before he looked back over. Both men paused.

"Your majesty, I-" "Alfred, I-"

They both spoke at the same time, interrupting each other. Flushing only faintly, Alfred coughed and scratched his shoulder. "You first, your majesty."

Arthur exhaled. "I... I have to admit something that will probably make you repulsed, and even perhaps hate me."

The peasant blinked before he chuckled. "Your majesty, I could never hate you- even if I tried."

Biting the inside of his cheek, Arthur wasn't sure about that. "Well... Then... I have to admit that I'm attracted to you." It was a mumble, so Alfred couldn't hear it. "What?"

"I'm attracted to you-" Arthur said a bit louder, and this time, Alfred heard it. He seemed surprised but he actually smiled. "Yeah? Looks like you beat me to the confession..." He ran a hand through his hair. "I've felt that way for a while. Probably ever since I first saw you." Alfred admitted.

Arthur just blinked and finally, a teeny smile creeped it's way onto his face. "...truly?"

"Truly."

Under that tree, they shared their first kiss.

The two men slowly grew into lovers over the next few months. Summer turned into winter, then winter turned to spring once more, and their love blossomed like the flowers in the field that they shared their first kiss in. That field also became the place that they first made love, and the place for many other firsts.

Two whole years passed and their love stayed strong, sturdy, and almost unbreakable. By now, it was a week away from Arthur's coronation to become king- and he was hesitant. If he became king, he would have to marry a woman and produce an heir with her. He couldn't marry Alfred, and that killed him. And so, one day, as they laid in that field together, he made a plan.

"Hey, love?" Arthur's voice quietly sounded from where he laid firmly held in Alfred's arms. The stableman looked over at him, blinking. "Yeah?"

A pause. "Let's run away together. Tonight."

Alfred looked shocked to hear this. "Are you sure?" He questioned quietly. They'd been talking about this for a while- more as a joke than anything, but this was serious. Arthur nodded in response, intertwining their hands together. "Of course. Meet me right here when the moon is high in the sky. We can head off then." Taking Alfred's hand, he pulled it upward, pressing his lips against it. Grinning, the stableman pulled the prince close, sealing their lips together in a sweet kiss. Things were finally going great.

But little did they know, someone saw their exchange and reported it to the king, who was immediately enraged. Later that day, when Arthur was studying, he ordered the guards to arrest Alfred for 'seducing the prince'. He was to be executed the next morning.

Unaware of this, Arthur snuck out later that night, ready to run away. But when he got there, Alfred was nowhere in sight. He waited for hours and hours and hours- but he never showed up.

The next morning, everyone was called to watch the execution. Even Arthur, who didn't exactly know who it was. Sitting in the area behind the guillotine with his father, he watched as the prisoner was walked out, face covered with a black bag. But when it was revealed to be Alfred, he was utterly horrified, and tried to stop it, but he was too late. Alfred was executed.

Later that night, Arthur sat in his room, sobbing his heart out on the floor. He couldn't handle the loss of his love. And so, he spent the next few days in his room, not leaving for anything. Servants would bring food and water, and even his father tried to talk to him, but he wasn't permitted inside.

Arthur spent those days delving into magic books, attempting to find a way to perhaps bring Alfred back... But alas, there was no way to bring back the dead. But what he found had to work. It was a soulmate spell- one that would intertwine Alfred and Arthur's souls forever, making them destined to meet in another life until they were allowed to finally be together. All he needed was something of Alfred's and something of his. And then a goblet of wine to mix the concoction in. He would say the spell, and then Arthur would drink, sealing his and his descendants' fates.

After gathering the needed materials, he made the potion and stood in front of his balcony window, eyes closed. And then he said the spell:

"Coniungere animas simul conservare vinculum animae viventes.

Stella, transisse amatores et dira fata, carmine hoc illis obviam forte in alia, aliud."**

Star crossed lovers with a horrid fate, let this spell help them meet again in perhaps another form, another way.**

And then he drank.

Prince Arthur was found dead the next morning. His younger brother, Peter, ended up assuming the throne and Arthur's death was left as a mysterious suicide. A secretly tragedy that no one knew the secret behind- and perhaps never would.

[**Connect the souls together, to keep the soul's bond alive.]