Ivan/Feliks They confront about Lithuania. Either go non-con or keep Poland headstrong and demand to take all the hits (and anything else ;D) that would otherwise go to Lithuania. Preferably the latter.
Those who live by the sword, Die by the sword 1/?
anonymous
February 10 2009, 09:48:23 UTC
A/N consider this an intro if you like. Im very very sorry this isn't the main story yet, i was meaning to post the whole thing at once. But author-anon wasn't expecting to have the flu,and shall go recover instead.Thats also why this is so short, I'm really not up to much more
This was it. He had had enough. This was the third time in the month this had happened. Feliks had returned home again to find his Liet collapsed on his steps, scarlet dripping down onto the pavement from his gashed uniform. Once again, he’d had to place him in his bed to recover, hardly the reason he should be there. Feliks still had no idea how he had got himself there each time, and Liet himself was hardly in a fit state to explain. But Feliks had an active imagination, and it wasn’t a stretch at all to see him dragging himself all the way to Warsaw.
It was sick.
It was wrong.
Something had to be done.
Preferably before the bloodstains ruined his last set of sheets.
And so Feliks made up his mind. Now was not a time for scheming and fake letters
( ... )
By the Sword 2/?
anonymous
March 1 2009, 00:03:53 UTC
The house was dark, although this meant nothing, for although it was dark it did not mean that the household was asleep. For one thing, Feliks was sure Ivan never slept, for another it was possible it was one of the many blackouts that were prevalent around these hard times.
As it was, the house was lit by candles, illuminating the grim Soviet architecture, and the smears of grime on the leadlight windows. It was a saddening phase the country Russia was going through, but Feliks would be damned before he felt sorry for Ivan.
Working his way around the twists and turns of the hallway, (and just why was the door open?) the shadows loomed over Feliks, who dismissed everything and anything around him as he surged forwards.
After kicking open the fourth door in a row, he knew he had found himself in the right place. Such a room could only be Ivan’s bedroom. It reeked of lunacy, bitterness and that strange childishness he possessed, from the oil painting of the sunflowers on the wall, to the whip brazenly displayed on the dresser
( ... )
Re: By the Sword 2/?
anonymous
March 2 2009, 17:48:23 UTC
recaptcha: uesday blade. For srs.
It's a good thing you linked this in the 'needs reviewed' thread. I wouldn't have known it was here otherwise.
I love this so far. Though I'm kinda hoping the story strays from the original request, 'cause right now, Ivan getting fucked over by Feliks with a sword sounds pretty awesome.
Re: By the Sword 2/?
anonymous
May 28 2009, 23:46:24 UTC
DEAR GOD Feliks, acting... manly? What delicious madness is this?! Please pick this up again- its so darkly thrilling and oh noesss Poland what will become of you D*:?!
They confront about Lithuania. Either go non-con or keep Poland headstrong and demand to take all the hits (and anything else ;D) that would otherwise go to Lithuania. Preferably the latter.
Anon would love you forever. @///@
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This was it. He had had enough.
This was the third time in the month this had happened. Feliks had returned home again to find his Liet collapsed on his steps, scarlet dripping down onto the pavement from his gashed uniform.
Once again, he’d had to place him in his bed to recover, hardly the reason he should be there. Feliks still had no idea how he had got himself there each time, and Liet himself was hardly in a fit state to explain.
But Feliks had an active imagination, and it wasn’t a stretch at all to see him dragging himself all the way to Warsaw.
It was sick.
It was wrong.
Something had to be done.
Preferably before the bloodstains ruined his last set of sheets.
And so Feliks made up his mind. Now was not a time for scheming and fake letters ( ... )
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The house was dark, although this meant nothing, for although it was dark it did not mean that the household was asleep. For one thing, Feliks was sure Ivan never slept, for another it was possible it was one of the many blackouts that were prevalent around these hard times.
As it was, the house was lit by candles, illuminating the grim Soviet architecture, and the smears of grime on the leadlight windows. It was a saddening phase the country Russia was going through, but Feliks would be damned before he felt sorry for Ivan.
Working his way around the twists and turns of the hallway, (and just why was the door open?) the shadows loomed over Feliks, who dismissed everything and anything around him as he surged forwards.
After kicking open the fourth door in a row, he knew he had found himself in the right place. Such a room could only be Ivan’s bedroom. It reeked of lunacy, bitterness and that strange childishness he possessed, from the oil painting of the sunflowers on the wall, to the whip brazenly displayed on the dresser ( ... )
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It's a good thing you linked this in the 'needs reviewed' thread. I wouldn't have known it was here otherwise.
I love this so far. Though I'm kinda hoping the story strays from the original request, 'cause right now, Ivan getting fucked over by Feliks with a sword sounds pretty awesome.
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^.^ Feliks would never go down without a fight so....in order to stay in character i just might have that...
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....NOW?
<3
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write more, pretty please *_*
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..... I'll give you cookies??
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