Rules (2b/?)
anonymous
October 5 2010, 21:04:44 UTC
Fail at updating regularly!anon promises she will do better. The next few parts contain more smut and guilt. Not even smut. Guilt-ridden smut. *shivers*
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Two days. Toris had been gone for two days before Raivis realized that this was it. Toris was gone gone and not coming back (and not smiling and not sharing his warmth under the covers or his voice or his heartbeats and not telling stories and not kissing raivis on the cheek and not ever looking at him with eyes so broken and soft with love that the world crumbled around them into nothing important anymore).
Ivan had come to Raivis and said,
You are not going to cry.
Yes, Mister Ivan.
There will be other times when you will cry. But not now. Not until I tell you to, understand?
Yes, Mister Ivan.
Good boy. You are my favorite now. Aren’t you glad?
Yes
(and ivan had touched him. and raivis had shattered)
(and no one really bothered to put him together again)
One
One
Oneoneoneoneone(imposing order to the intangible, no matter how many times he
( ... )
Short review that didn't turn out so short...
anonymous
October 6 2010, 02:59:33 UTC
When you said that the fic had "Barely readable writing style just for the hell of it" you weren't kidding and I don't mean it in an offensive way. XD
I don't know what to say, except that I find the story very haunting and bleak and I can't help but like it. I think part of what keeps me reading this despite the fact that this story makes me uncomfortable is the fact that I want to know how it will go. Neither Ivan nor Arthur are "right" (aka morally and ethically good) characters. Ivan is out and out a pedophile, child molester/rapist and murderer. Arthur on the other hand is a closet pedophile who while not having actually committed any crime yet is poise to (esp. considering that's the prompt of the story...although, rereading it again, it never actually said Arthur had to have sex with Ravis, but merely Ravis offered it...). And really, if you take off the whole romantic lens of the story, no matter what Ravis chooses, he's going to lose. If he winds up escaping Ivan to go with Arthur, he's only leaving one pedophile for another
( ... )
Re: Rules (2b/?)
anonymous
October 6 2010, 13:28:30 UTC
This is one of those stories that I wait for the updates and always get very excited when I see a new part up. It is sooo dark, and angsty, and beautifully written. I think it's one of my favorite stories on the kink meme maybe in the Hetalia fandom over all because the way you write Arthur and Raivis I can understand both of them and feel for both of them.
Re: Rules (2b/?)
anonymous
October 13 2010, 13:48:16 UTC
I'm a bit speechless right now, but I leave it at saying that I love your prose style. It complements the story so well and has such a haunting effect. Can't wait to hear more.
Rules (3a/?)
anonymous
November 11 2010, 12:10:32 UTC
Whot? I promised a fill two weeks ago? /shot ... honestly, this fill is getting harder and harder to write. Every sentence has to be rewritten three-four times until I'm satisfied. Incredibly sorry.
Arthur: Against the Rules
The events leading up to this point have bled from his mind (as many things do, morning breakfasts and what she wore to the wedding, and how many miles to go from here) so Arthur only remembers the barest minimum of details. It is for the best, he supposes, that some things are faded-forgotten.
Like him, in a screaming match with Bonnefoy because he was not giving up the rights to the novel (that he didn’t even remember the name of in the middle of spitting and shouting, that he didn’t even really like) but it was to prove a point
( ... )
Rules (3b/?)
anonymous
November 11 2010, 12:13:57 UTC
The door opens behind Arthur. He turns around because it seems like the polite thing to do.
Ah. The sharp stab in Arthur’s chest confuses him before the sight and significance have clicked together in his brain.
The boy is thin.
(keep still)
Brown hair. Small wrists.
(breathe slower)
Pale skin. Chapped lips (bitten bleeding). Freckles bleached under.
(look away)
They lock eyes, just for the second. Arthur must look like a rabbit, plastered to the chair, comically scrambling away from the 70-lb time bomb placing water (long fingers, small hands, their pads cling briefly to the glass, leaving smeared fingerprints) carefully on the edge of the desk. The imperfect, tortuous beauty of this boy is indescribable. It has nothing to do with how he looks, but merely the fact that he is close, so close, his youth, his exquisite delicacy. Unbidden, Arthur feels a low coil of heat and anticipation joining the fluttering of utter fear in his stomach.
When he sees Arthur, the child flinches (god no, arthur thinks, how must i look now
( ... )
AU where England's a pedophile.
He tries to keep it secret, and only masturbates/fantasizes about it.
Latvia finds out somehow, and offers him sex in exchange for money/protection from Russia.
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I dunno what to say except,"please continue."
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One.
Two
Two…
Two days. Toris had been gone for two days before Raivis realized that this was it. Toris was gone gone and not coming back (and not smiling and not sharing his warmth under the covers or his voice or his heartbeats and not telling stories and not kissing raivis on the cheek and not ever looking at him with eyes so broken and soft with love that the world crumbled around them into nothing important anymore).
Ivan had come to Raivis and said,
You are not going to cry.
Yes, Mister Ivan.
There will be other times when you will cry. But not now. Not until I tell you to, understand?
Yes, Mister Ivan.
Good boy. You are my favorite now. Aren’t you glad?
Yes
(and ivan had touched him. and raivis had shattered)
(and no one really bothered to put him together again)
One
One
Oneoneoneoneone(imposing order to the intangible, no matter how many times he ( ... )
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I don't know what to say, except that I find the story very haunting and bleak and I can't help but like it. I think part of what keeps me reading this despite the fact that this story makes me uncomfortable is the fact that I want to know how it will go. Neither Ivan nor Arthur are "right" (aka morally and ethically good) characters. Ivan is out and out a pedophile, child molester/rapist and murderer. Arthur on the other hand is a closet pedophile who while not having actually committed any crime yet is poise to (esp. considering that's the prompt of the story...although, rereading it again, it never actually said Arthur had to have sex with Ravis, but merely Ravis offered it...). And really, if you take off the whole romantic lens of the story, no matter what Ravis chooses, he's going to lose. If he winds up escaping Ivan to go with Arthur, he's only leaving one pedophile for another ( ... )
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i have to admit i am sad that the other baltics are gone (dead?) but raivis is very interesting, i think
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It's just an amazing character study.
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Arthur: Against the Rules
The events leading up to this point have bled from his mind (as many things do, morning breakfasts and what she wore to the wedding, and how many miles to go from here) so Arthur only remembers the barest minimum of details. It is for the best, he supposes, that some things are faded-forgotten.
Like him, in a screaming match with Bonnefoy because he was not giving up the rights to the novel (that he didn’t even remember the name of in the middle of spitting and shouting, that he didn’t even really like) but it was to prove a point ( ... )
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The door opens behind Arthur. He turns around because it seems like the polite thing to do.
Ah. The sharp stab in Arthur’s chest confuses him before the sight and significance have clicked together in his brain.
The boy is thin.
(keep still)
Brown hair. Small wrists.
(breathe slower)
Pale skin. Chapped lips (bitten bleeding). Freckles bleached under.
(look away)
They lock eyes, just for the second. Arthur must look like a rabbit, plastered to the chair, comically scrambling away from the 70-lb time bomb placing water (long fingers, small hands, their pads cling briefly to the glass, leaving smeared fingerprints) carefully on the edge of the desk. The imperfect, tortuous beauty of this boy is indescribable. It has nothing to do with how he looks, but merely the fact that he is close, so close, his youth, his exquisite delicacy. Unbidden, Arthur feels a low coil of heat and anticipation joining the fluttering of utter fear in his stomach.
When he sees Arthur, the child flinches (god no, arthur thinks, how must i look now ( ... )
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Please keep continue, writer!anon!
At least until the kink Raivis offering himself was completely filled, very please?
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