Ghosts aren't the only magical beings traversing the ancients halls of Hogwarts. Alfred the poltergeist is one of the many new things Arthur will meet once the Wizarding world is revealed to him.

Alfred tries to convey to Arthur the wonders of Quidditch. Arthur is not amused.

"Are you trying to bribe me, Arthur Kirkland?" A tall stack of green, bound crisply with a rubber band, was set in front of him. Bewildered, Alfred looked from the offered cash to the man in front of him. "Quite." (a corrupt politicians au) {Discontinued}

Next time, Alfred vowed, he would at least ask for their name. Next time, Alfred swore, he wouldn't bed his boss.

If you asked Arthur, he was only doing his job. If you asked Alfred, he was a monster. (for mushrum)

In fact, seeing how something so simple as appreciating a sandwich his brother made for him induced such satisfaction in Dean, made Sam just as content.

Captain Kirkland had it all: fame, fortune and the loyalty of an honest crew. As honest as a group of pirates could be, of course. There was absolutely nothing the captain couldn't get his hands on, nothing beyond his control. ...until he met Alfred Jones.

War is cruel, war is ruthless. But if you manage to find something good amidst the blood and ashes, you would do well to keep it close. (USUK, WWII AU. Cover image provided by hemvaagen on tumblr)

There's nothing more beautiful than the blue sky. Except, perhaps, for jaded green.

Alfred had never wanted to face Arthur again after the man had cheated on him. Prison hadn't been on his to-do list either, but somehow he had managed both. (From the Kink Meme, UKUS) {Discontinued}

Alfred loves Egypt: the vast stretches of sand, the glittering water of the Nile and the endless blue sky. While serving his kingdom had been the initial reason for his enlistment, as a general his heart now beats for someone of greater beauty- His Pharaoh.

The dark is complete, shrouding everyone and everything in it with a thick layer of despair. That won't stop a commander and his soldier from finding each other's hand, eventually.

This was it. Now or never. He had been planning this night for ages.

Alfred hadn't been aware at the time, however, of the disastrous combination of an intoxicated Arthur and a heady atmosphere. "Listen Arthur, just because some tall and dark stranger smiles at you doesn't mean that you have to latch yourself onto him. Hell, he's probably in his twenties!"

Hundreds of years ago, the mighty Aztec empire ruled the jungles of Latin America. Their gods smiled upon them and blessed the empire with riches and power. To uphold their favor, however, the gods required human blood. Next in line for the throne, Alfred had no qualms with the ritual. Until he saw the sacrifice's green eyes. {Discontinued}

He knew that Arthur, his inmate, didn't like to see him dedicate so much time to what he considered a futile attempt. But Alfred couldn't stop himself from clinging to the hope that one day she would write back. UKUS Prison au.