Frustrated to breaking point over his (lack of) relationship with Tino, Berwald is appauled to find respite in the affections of his overly amorous (and innocent) son...
Bonus for reluctance only on the part of Sweden. Consensual shota, please!
I'll Love You When You're Ready [Prologue/?]
anonymous
October 25 2009, 19:55:19 UTC
Eh, well, I thought I would give this a go...but I must confess, I've never written a proper fanfic before let alone a consensual shota one...I apologize profusely if this is terrible/out of character/fullof mistakes/missing the mark completely
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I'll Love You When You're Ready [1/?]
anonymous
October 25 2009, 20:01:45 UTC
Bathed in mid-morning light, peeling vegetables by the kitchen sink and humming quite happily to himself, Tino looked like some sort of domestic angel haloed by the sunshine in his white-blonde hair. In a dozen pots and pans - bright copper and stainless steel polished to perfection - his half smile and lidded eyes were reflected with the light that made shimmering patterns on the ceiling and walls. Berwald knew his position just beyond the door frame was as yet undiscovered because he never looked so contented when they were together, and took some small comfort in the peaceful countenance of his wife. He wanted him to be happy, he wanted the world for him, but did Tino even have a clue? A leaden weight settled itself firmly on his broad shoulders, and he slumped against the wall as though it was too much for him. Still blissfully unaware of his quietly adoring audience, Tino lay down his peeler and instead went to pick up a wicked looking vegetable knife and a scarred chopping board from the worktop to his left. Immediately Berwald
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Re: I'll Love You When You're Ready [2/?]
anonymous
October 25 2009, 22:12:44 UTC
Oooh. This one's already got me absolutely hooked, and we're only halfway started. This tab stays up until the fill is finished, even if it takes forever.
I'll Love You When You're Ready [3/?]
anonymous
October 26 2009, 00:09:16 UTC
With leadened limbs, Berwald climbed the wooden stairs to the top floor of their cozy little house. He walked right past the first door to the one at the far end of the hallway, into a small room that was cold and bare but clean. In it, there were two single beds, a bedside table and a lamp . He lit the lamp and shed his clothes before falling gracelessly into whichever bed was closest, feeling exhausted but wide awake. Once again sleep was not going to come easily and could already feel his thoughts starting to tick over as he frowned at the ceiling. It had been a pleasant enough day in it's own new awkward way. After breakfast Berwald had thrown himself headfirst into a pile of paperwork and by lunchtime had finished all of it - even the stuff that didn't require his attention at all. Lunch itself was just as delicious as as he had predicted, and the stilted small talk about the economy as he desperately avoided eye contact could have been worse. After hurriedly clearing the table Berwald had locked himself in his workshop,
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I'll Love You When You're Ready [4/?]
anonymous
October 26 2009, 00:12:35 UTC
Already Berwald was palming himself gently, half-hard and only getting harder as one hand gripped himself firmly and the other twisted in the sheets by his side. He had burned for Tino for as long as he could remember and was reduced to stroking himself with increasing urgency alone in the guest bedroom. He had only just begun, but already his breath was coming in light pants. He closed his eyes and imagined that it wasn't his hand, large and work-calloused but small and pale and almost delicate instead. Slowing down he loosened his grip, teasing himself with the slightest twist of his wrist and lightly brushing his thumb across the head with each stroke. A small groan escaped his lips. Yes, he wanted Tino's body - so lithe and so beautiful - more than he could ever say, almost as much as he wanted all the warm in that smile just for him. To melt away years of ice and uncertainty, there wasn't anything in the world he wouldn't give for just one hot kiss. Berwald's toes curled, and his knees jerked a little closer to his chest as he
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Re: I'll Love You When You're Ready [4/?]
anonymous
October 26 2009, 00:23:17 UTC
Auther!Anon here - oh dear, I just notice repeated "slightly" about a hundred times in that. That will teach me to post after midnight!
Some notes so far (just to clear up): köttsoppa - a type of stew blåbärssoppa - bilberry soup Jökull, Lars - Because I don't believe they have official names yet, this is Iceland and Denmark
Re: I'll Love You When You're Ready [4/?]
anonymous
October 27 2009, 15:15:10 UTC
Oh wow. Peter's appearance actually startled me. Do you know what it takes for a story to startle me these days? A lot.
My heart absolutely aches for Berwald, because I understand exactly what he feels like. Well...since I never lived in the viking ages, I've never made anyone afraid of me...but still. I just want to give him a gigantic hug.
Ah, Peter. Now the interesting part begins. My only hope for this fic is that it stays just as wonderful as it's been thus far...including the pacing. This is a story that needs time to build, I can tell, and I just love some delicious tension with my delicious fic.
All the above can be summed up in two words: Keep. Going.
Frustrated to breaking point over his (lack of) relationship with Tino, Berwald is appauled to find respite in the affections of his overly amorous (and innocent) son...
Bonus for reluctance only on the part of Sweden. Consensual shota, please!
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Some notes so far (just to clear up):
köttsoppa - a type of stew
blåbärssoppa - bilberry soup
Jökull, Lars - Because I don't believe they have official names yet, this is Iceland and Denmark
Sleep now, try and post more tomorrow.
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Keep up the good work.
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My heart absolutely aches for Berwald, because I understand exactly what he feels like. Well...since I never lived in the viking ages, I've never made anyone afraid of me...but still. I just want to give him a gigantic hug.
Ah, Peter. Now the interesting part begins. My only hope for this fic is that it stays just as wonderful as it's been thus far...including the pacing. This is a story that needs time to build, I can tell, and I just love some delicious tension with my delicious fic.
All the above can be summed up in two words: Keep. Going.
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Beside I totally understand his frustration. It's never funny to feel like this. :'(
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