Any/Any - Eventual break-up because s/he isn't 'the one'
anonymous
April 29 2011, 17:21:57 UTC
Inspired by the film 500 Days of Summer, I'd really like to see a couple meet and fall in love, but eventually one (or both) ends the relationship because they realise it's not working/they can't imagine spending their whole life with this person/what have you. I'd really love to see how the relationship develops, with the happy times and the eventual bad times as it falls apart, and then the hope of finding love elsewhere.
Bonus: For one of them the break-up comes out of the blue and they're devastated. They keep trying to get back together, perhaps in denial of the flaws cracking their relationship. Bonus: Maybe 'the one' was under their noses the entire time? Bonus: It would be really nice to see the couple be a mildly popular pair that involves popular characters, ones like Spain/UK or France/Germany for example that inevitably are less popular than the big pairings. But really, I would be thrilled with any pairing that you feel inspired to write, however popular or rare!
Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue... 3/?
anonymous
June 10 2011, 09:16:24 UTC
Just a quick note - I am going away this summer, all summer, and will have very limited internet access, so this fic will have to go on hiatus until September. I am really sorry! I will keep planning it, and writing bits whilst I am away, but yeah...so sorry, OP! Also, thanks everyone for your comments. Reviews are LOVE. His Saturday, up until he’d left the flat just before 9pm, had played out much the same way it always did; he had spent about an hour straight staring numbly at his latest essay question, before finally forcing himself to begin planning out a decent answer. Then he’d listened to the new pieces of music they were studying, before being thoroughly distracted by a very loud fight (followed shortly afterwards by a round of very loud sex) between their neighbours, Ludwig’s classmate Arthur Kirkland, and his noisy, seemingly perpetually cheerful sort-of-boyfriend-slash-friend-with-benefits Alfred Jones. As soon as the moaning, and the yells of “OH, FUCK! YES! HARDER YOU STUPID FUCKING TWAT!” began to drift down and through
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Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue... 3/?
anonymous
June 10 2011, 09:18:43 UTC
Or at least he was until about eight o’clock that evening, when at last Gilbert, Ludwig and Feliciano all burst in together, and immediately set upon the kitchen, strewing boxes of takeaway pizza, garlic bread, and tubs of ice-cream across every surface they could lay hands on. Roderich sighed as he hear the younger of the Beilschmidt brothers snapping at his sibling for getting cheese on the worktops, then pushed himself up, moving through to the kitchen to join them
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Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue... 3/?
anonymous
June 10 2011, 09:19:35 UTC
From its position halfway beneath his bed, his mobile phone rang. Roderich hurried towards it, grabbing it as it was on its final ring, and held it up to his ear
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Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue... 3/?
anonymous
June 10 2011, 09:20:22 UTC
Elizabeta just continued to beam, getting to her feet. “Shall we go, then?” she asked, and without warning, threaded her smooth, slender arm through his. “It’s student night down at Revolution. I don’t know where you usually like to go, but
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Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue... 3/?
anonymous
June 10 2011, 09:21:55 UTC
Roderich imagined a younger Elizabeta, hair wild and tangled, leaning over a picket line to watch animals three times bigger than herself thundering around a show ring. He could just picture the look of awe - and admiration - and longing on her face
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Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue... 3/?
anonymous
June 10 2011, 09:22:25 UTC
It was slightly chilly, after the hot air inside the bar, and the warm buzz of the alcohol, and they walked down the street close together, wobbling just a little bit. Once, Elizabeta’s heel snagged on a dent in the pavement, and she stumbled a bit, and Roderich grabbed her arm, holding her upright, and together they laughed, and it was warm once again, and he felt within himself a strange kind of happiness he didn’t think he’d ever really experienced before. It was - it was calm; peaceful - and for once, Roderich didn’t feel as though he had to live up to an expectation, or a standard; he could simply be himself, beneath the white half moon overhead, with the cool breeze against his neck, the faint thump of music echoing in his ears...that part was not so pleasant
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Re: Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue... 3/?
anonymous
June 14 2011, 02:00:58 UTC
Well I am sad to see you go for so long (are you writing a GerIta WWII fic as well?), but as always I thoroughly enjoyed this chapter ^.^ I love Roderich's awkward googly-eyed relationship with Elizabeta. And it was nice to get a glimpse into Gilbert's opinion on the subject *waggles eyebrows*
Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue... 4/?
anonymous
September 26 2011, 16:58:12 UTC
Usually, Roderich didn’t drink quite enough alcohol to deserve a hangover the following day - but that next morning, which dawned grey and soggy, as though London itself was paying the same sorry price for last night’s excesses, he awoke to a pounding head, spinning stomach, a throat that felt like it had just been sandpapered, and the notion that fur must have begun sprouting all over his front teeth, because, God, they’d never felt so disgusting...he groaned out loud, and pushed his face further into his pillow
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Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue... 4/?
anonymous
September 26 2011, 17:00:33 UTC
Doctor Theresa, who was one of Roderich’s favourite lecturers, shook her head at him as he squelched in, sniffing miserably. A few of the other students raised their eyebrows, or giggled. Roderich said nothing, plonked himself down in front of the piano, and pulled out his sheet music. At least that had managed to stay dry
( ... )
Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue... 4/?
anonymous
September 26 2011, 17:03:09 UTC
Roderich wrinkled his nose. “I did,” he said, drily. “Only Gilbert answered and refused to let me in. He was very rude to me.”
“Ah,” said Matthew, looking nervous. “Yeah. He’ll have a bad hangover, I imagine.”
“He’s not the only one,” said Roderich. “Wait - I didn’t think any of you were going out last night?”
“Mmmm,” said Matthew, and began unlocking the door to their flat, looking increasingly uncomfortable, “but last night he was in a really bad mood. He called Francis over, and he brought his wine, and - well
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Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue... 4/?
anonymous
September 26 2011, 17:04:25 UTC
By the time he at long last began to stir, drawing his duvet more tightly around his body, then stretching out, sighing as his spine popped in a wholly satisfying way, the sun was beginning to sink along the London skyline; behind the tall buildings, glassy and sleek and modern; the ugly 1970’s blocks of grainy grey concrete; the old metal and stone bridges, and the elaborate Georgian townhouses; and the trees, the few lovely green trees that were fading through to red or amber or brown; winter was definitely on its way
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Re: Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue... 4/?
anonymous
September 26 2011, 20:21:09 UTC
Oh yay~ I am so happy that this story is back >.<
I was just thinking about it the other day and wondering when you would return! This is just such a sweet story. I love the slow build. Can't wait for more.
Re: Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue... 4/?
anonymous
September 26 2011, 21:04:26 UTC
Oh yay~ I am so happy that this story is back >.<
I was just thinking about it the other day and wondering when you would return! This is just such a sweet story. I love the slow build. Can't wait for more.
An update! Eek! I peeked at the future pairings and I am EXCITED. I am enjoying this to bits!
I want to live in that house so Feliciano will make me pasta every night and where naked Francis lives in my bath. And there's just something so weird picturing Canada with Tesco bags. It's bringing up all these images of Canada using the self-scanner and selecting items and putting them in his basket and being so wonderfully normal. I don't even know what's wrong with me, but I just love the image.
And, and he caught a glimpse of Arthur Kirkland and Alfred Jones waltzing around their kitchen together, laughing, and not fighting, for once. Awww. I'm not even a big fan of USUK, but this is just cute.
Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue... 5/?
anonymous
October 28 2011, 22:41:34 UTC
The next time they met was in the library. Roderich had been attempting to complete an assignment in his room, but Feliciano was also trying to do some work in his room, and the irritating Italian boy, apparently, was unable to do this without thunderously loud music blaring from his radio. Which he, of course, had to sing along to. Usually, Ludwig would have yelled at him for this (or told everybody else to deal with it, depending on whether or not he’d gotten lucky the previous night), but at that point, he was at a seminar, discussing A Winter’s Tale, and arguing with Arthur Kirkland about Paulina and feminism. Roderich had jammed in some earphones at first, and tried to listen to Chopin - but the sounds of Lady Gaga, or whatever she was called, (what kind of a name was that, anyhow, Gaga?) easily bled through into his ears. He then tried foam earplugs, which squeaked every time he moved, and didn’t block out all of the noise anyway - so in the end, he was forced to admit defeat, and therefore packed away his laptop, and his books
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Bonus: For one of them the break-up comes out of the blue and they're devastated. They keep trying to get back together, perhaps in denial of the flaws cracking their relationship.
Bonus: Maybe 'the one' was under their noses the entire time?
Bonus: It would be really nice to see the couple be a mildly popular pair that involves popular characters, ones like Spain/UK or France/Germany for example that inevitably are less popular than the big pairings. But really, I would be thrilled with any pairing that you feel inspired to write, however popular or rare!
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Have a good trip! Can't wait until you return >.
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“Ah,” said Matthew, looking nervous. “Yeah. He’ll have a bad hangover, I imagine.”
“He’s not the only one,” said Roderich. “Wait - I didn’t think any of you were going out last night?”
“Mmmm,” said Matthew, and began unlocking the door to their flat, looking increasingly uncomfortable, “but last night he was in a really bad mood. He called Francis over, and he brought his wine, and - well ( ... )
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I was just thinking about it the other day and wondering when you would return! This is just such a sweet story. I love the slow build. Can't wait for more.
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I was just thinking about it the other day and wondering when you would return! This is just such a sweet story. I love the slow build. Can't wait for more.
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I want to live in that house so Feliciano will make me pasta every night and where naked Francis lives in my bath. And there's just something so weird picturing Canada with Tesco bags. It's bringing up all these images of Canada using the self-scanner and selecting items and putting them in his basket and being so wonderfully normal. I don't even know what's wrong with me, but I just love the image.
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and he caught a glimpse of Arthur Kirkland and Alfred Jones waltzing around their kitchen together, laughing, and not fighting, for once.
Awww. I'm not even a big fan of USUK, but this is just cute.
I hope you had a good summer, authornon!
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