Past-Part Fills Part 7
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Past-Part Fills Part Seven
Fills from past parts can go here!
Fills from the current part (part 22) MUST go in that part's post until it is full.
Link to the original request (and if an ongoing fill, any previous chapters/sections).
Don't forget to link your new fill at the fill ( Read more... )
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I started working on this for an event (which I unfortunately missed the deadline for OTL). And now, I’m a little nervous about posting it to the main comm, because it doesn’t seem very romantic/fluffy at all >_>
So I decided to test it out here. I’m not quite done with it yet, so I will post up what I have so far. I do have a pretty good idea of the plot though, so I will try to finish up the other parts as soon as I can. Critique/feedback on plot and characterizations are most welcomed and appreciated.
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Warnings: Crime-AU, language, booze & smokes, slight crack and general WTFkery. I must be smoking the same thing Himaruya-sensei has been lately.
Music that inspired all of this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BDHXZ4Fjqr8
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February 14, 2kXX. 08:10 AMHe couldn’t quite remember how he’d gotten himself into this situation ( ... )
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February 14, 2kXX. 09:32 AM
It was supposed to have been a relatively easy task. Yao’s instructions were straightforward: Stay low and keep watch. If things get messy, go in and take everyone out. Kiku appreciated the simplicity of the plan, especially since his eldest cousin was sometimes prone to much melodrama (which was quite unnecessary, if Kiku was allowed to be truly honest about it). And while he usually meant well, Kiku couldn’t help but feel somewhat exhausted trying to keep up with Yao’s antics at times, and wished that his cousin would go about conducting his businesses with a better sense of calm and propriety ( ... )
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“RAAAAAAHHH!”
Before anyone could so much as blink, he grabbed the lid of the nearest trash can, and swinging it wildly before him like a madman, bulldozed his way through and out of the alley.
Herakles was not as fortunate.
Coward, he thought begrudgingly as he glared after Sadiq’s retreating back, before the sounds of resuming gunfire wrested his attention back to more pressing matters at hand - his survival.
The newcomer moved again as the mob surged forward, sunlight glinting off his blade as he twisted and twirled; a furious whirlwind lashing out at burly men two, no, three times his size. Herakles saw another flash, followed by an explosive bang before he was coughing, choking.
“Move.”
His eyes and nostrils still burning from the smoke and ash, Herakles only realised he was on the ground again when he heard the soft, urgent voice close beside him. He looked up and saw the newcomer to his left (dark ( ... )
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Long story short, Romano writes kinky stories about himself and nation A who then finds these stories. I'm the Prumano anon who commented on the request. I'm so, so sorry that it took me over half a year to get this up. I hope OP is still around.
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Without a warning, stinging pain blossomed on my skin as the hand came down to smack me for trying to break the rules. I whined against the gag in my mouth and arched my back to get away from the pain, but secretly I yearned for more.
“Oh, my God, I don't believe this!” Prussia said as he realised what he was reading. This was obvious porn. And not just any porn, but one that Romano had clearly written himself. Man, that was just priceless! Who would have thought that under that grumpy surface lived an aspiring erotica author?
This was way, way better than any diary could be. He so had to finish reading this before Romano came back. This offered mocking material for the next few centuries.
Another slap landed on my bottom, right next to the previous spot. I sucked in a breath and bit into the gag to stay silent. It was a futile effort, I knew, but the stubborn part of me didn't want to succumb that easily to everything that he was doing to me ( ... )
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“Okay, I guess that's enough,” Prus he said.
Ha, his name! He was right!
I felt both excitement and nervousness well up in my stomach. The spanking had been about to grow more painful than I liked, so I was glad that it was over, but now I no longer knew what was going to happen. I tried to ease my breathing so that I'd be better prepared for whatever the bastard had in mind ( ... )
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Late for a meeting Canada dashes for the elevator, slams the button and tries to catch his breath at the sound of girl of ipanema. Until he realizes he's sharing the ride with his brother's past archenemy (now friend), Russia. Awkward ensues. But it would've been okay, if the power hadn't gone out and they were now stuck in the elevator for god know how long.
The twist? They had had an affair during the Cold War, and Ivan had broken Matt's heart when he called it off for no apparent reason. (It can be for whatever reason, but I'd like something along the lines that Ivan did it to protect Matthew)
Sex is optional, but very much appreciated. ♥
Notes: A friend and I decided to challenge ourselves to fill the exact same request with a word limit of 1500 words.
As you can tell, I failed miserably! orz NUMBERS, WHAT ARE THEY. WHAT IS COUNTING. Dear kink ( ... )
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Canada knew, even as he'd set the alarm last night (far too late!) that getting up so early was ambitious and possibly out of the realm of possibility. He also knew that the after-dinner coffee he'd ordered was a bad idea because he wouldn't fall asleep until the blue hours of the night. And it was decently cold in Oslo; he hadn't wanted to get out of bed --
And excuses, excuses, nagged a voice that felt suspiciously like England, we said nine am and we meant nine am!
And now it was nearly eleven-thirty and he was over two hours late for the working group on domestic security issues that the Netherlands had so kindly set up for them to begin discussing something relevant and derail somehow into the war on terror.
With any luck, he thought, as he rounded the corner and spotted an open set of elevator doors, marked above with a red arrow pointing down - he panicked and put in an extra effort for that added burst of speed, c'mon legs, don't fail me now! - that was where they'd be at ( ... )
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"Of course there are failsafes," Canada said, standing up and approaching cautiously - like a terrified animal, Russia shrank back and Canada stopped. "There are failsafes," he repeated, insisting. "Trust me."
Wrong thing to say, he thought, because although Russia's breaths steadied and he calmed down, he glowered and crossed his arms over his chest. "It has been a long time since I have heard that," he spat.
Snapping: "I really don't think you've any right to comment."
With a sneer: "Maybe if you'd trusted me then we wouldn't have taken things where we took them."
In ire: "You're the one who broke up with me, ( ... )
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"I didn't -"
"You haven't spoken to me since, Russia. Don't lie to me. This is the first time in thirty years we've even spoken face-to-face about something that isn't politics - what was I supposed to think?"
"Please, it is Ivan. You won the right to call me that, I did not simply ... revoke such privileges." Canada wouldn't have been surprised if he had. After all, if Russia attempted to call him Matthew now, he might actually slap the man across the face. "Things were different, then. You don't know the whole story -"
"You didn't give me any story!" Canada protested. "Your last words were, and I quote, I regret to inform you that this affair is over, best of luck in Lebanon and see you at the next UN ( ... )
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