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[fics]Some kink meme fills
Since I haven't posted to here in awhile I decided to de-anon some of my older fills I did from the kink meme.
Title: When Time Goes By
Author/Artist: me
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Prussia/Hungary
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Puppy love no more.
When they were young he laughed at her. She was a wild and skinny looking thing and he was a warrior in the making. It did not take long before she fixed that; soon he respected her for her strength and she tolerated him.
As they grew, he delighted in tormenting her, or trying to, when that failed he turned to tormenting her neighbour. It delighted him when it worked, and he continued on for many years, no matter that she beat him for often than not.
When they became adults a tentative friendship developed between them. A respect for each other that was born out of their history together. It wasn’t just him and her though, there was the other now and he hated it.
As she grew closer to the other, he began to grow angry. What did this foppish noble posse that he didn’t? He began to torment the other more.
When she married the other he became angry. The other didn’t deserve her! He couldn’t give her what she needed. It was the first time he’d ever wanted to cry.
As the wars of the world tore her and the other apart, he regretted that anger and hatred when he saw her cry. He didn’t know why it hurt him so, but he wanted nothing more to tear down the wall and fix things.
When the wall came down and he saw them together again he finally realized it could never be. Perhaps she had loved him once, but never like he loved her. She belonged to the other now and he could finally accept that. But if the other made her cry again he would be there to be her shoulder to cry on. And he'd sock the other a good one for making her cry.
----
Title: Pianissimo
Author/Artist: me
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Austria, Mozart
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Summary: Austria teaching little!Mozart to play the piano
Austria smiled down at his young protégé. This boy, no older than five, was already playing at a level not even imagined by most adults. He truly encompassed everything Austria felt about his culture and people.
The boy looked up at him with a smile than. “My I play you something?” He asked voice full of respect and still that touch of awe. Young Wolfgang loved his country greatly
How could Austria say no to this child? “Please do.” He said with an encouraging smile.
Nodding the boy began to play, his fingers flying over the keys. Austria closed his eye and felt tears come to them. This boy would be great, and he would show the world what Austria represented.
“It is beautiful. What is it called?” He asked the boy when he was finished playing, wondering if he had learned to compose from his father.
Wolfgang smile brightly at him, glad for his country’s praise. “I call it Andante in C.”
Austria returned the boy’s smile. “It is truly beautiful.” He said; the protégé had surpassed the master. His heart soared as he gazed down at Wolfgang. “Grow and be great.”
And he did, and Austria was never prouder of anyone then he was of that little boy whom he had taught to play the piano on Sunday evenings.
----
Title: Once Upon a December
Author/Artist: me
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Russia, Anastasia
Rating: PG
Warnings: semi-angst
Summary: Russia and Anastasia dancing
Dancing bears
Painted wings
Things I almost remember,
And a song someone sings
once upon a December
She is the light of his life. Her beauty, her joy, even her sorrow; she is everything to him and he would do anything for her. She is his most favourite person.
The lights of the ballroom illuminate them as they dance. They catch the crown in her hair, the jewels adorning her, and most of all it reflected in her eyes as she gazed up at him. Her smile alone out shined all the lights in the room, and the faces of all the others.
“You are beautiful.” He tells her, and she smiles and laughs in delight at that.
“Vanya.” His name on her lips warms his heart as he spins her in his arms.
Someone holds me safe and warm,
horses prance through a silver storm,
Figures dancing gracefully,
across my memory,
Around them others laugh as they dance, but he has eyes only for her.
She stumbles and he catches her. “You are doing so well.” He says, pulling her closer. “Your lessons in dance have been progressing wonderfully.”
“I hate them.” She says, looking up at him pouting. “But I take them for you.”
Her words bring a smile to his face and warmth to his heart. He was reminded again why he loved her so.
He has watched her grow from a small child, as he has watched all his children grow. She is his favourite though. Out of all his children, out of all her siblings, it is only she that can cause him to feel such joy.
Far away, long ago
Glowing dim as an ember,
Things my heart used to know,
Once upon a December
He hums the song as it continues to play, holding her close as they continue their dance. Around and around on the floor they go. Her dress flares out around her as they spin. And she laughs and blushes at the movement.
He laughs and pulls her close so, so close that he can feel her heart beating. It is such a wonderful sensation.
He feels the world melt away and there is just the two of them.
Someone holds me safe and warm
Horses prance through a silver storm
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory...
He closes his eyes and enjoys their dance; losing himself in the feel of her in his arms and the music surrounding them.
Her voice brings him back to reality.
“Vanya.”
He opens his eyes, staring down into hers. “It is time for me to go now.”
“Go? Go where?” He asks, feeling his heart clench in worry.
“To go back.” She tells him, leaning up to kiss him as everything starts to fade around them. “Goodbye Vanya.”
Far away, long ago
Glowing dim as an ember,
Things my heart used to know,
Things it yearns to remember...
When he awakens, there are tears on his face. Tears of sorrow for his lost little love.
“Anatasia. . .”
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December
----
And that’s all I got for now. Hope you enjoyed
Title: When Time Goes By
Author/Artist: me
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Prussia/Hungary
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Puppy love no more.
When they were young he laughed at her. She was a wild and skinny looking thing and he was a warrior in the making. It did not take long before she fixed that; soon he respected her for her strength and she tolerated him.
As they grew, he delighted in tormenting her, or trying to, when that failed he turned to tormenting her neighbour. It delighted him when it worked, and he continued on for many years, no matter that she beat him for often than not.
When they became adults a tentative friendship developed between them. A respect for each other that was born out of their history together. It wasn’t just him and her though, there was the other now and he hated it.
As she grew closer to the other, he began to grow angry. What did this foppish noble posse that he didn’t? He began to torment the other more.
When she married the other he became angry. The other didn’t deserve her! He couldn’t give her what she needed. It was the first time he’d ever wanted to cry.
As the wars of the world tore her and the other apart, he regretted that anger and hatred when he saw her cry. He didn’t know why it hurt him so, but he wanted nothing more to tear down the wall and fix things.
When the wall came down and he saw them together again he finally realized it could never be. Perhaps she had loved him once, but never like he loved her. She belonged to the other now and he could finally accept that. But if the other made her cry again he would be there to be her shoulder to cry on. And he'd sock the other a good one for making her cry.
----
Title: Pianissimo
Author/Artist: me
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Austria, Mozart
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Summary: Austria teaching little!Mozart to play the piano
Austria smiled down at his young protégé. This boy, no older than five, was already playing at a level not even imagined by most adults. He truly encompassed everything Austria felt about his culture and people.
The boy looked up at him with a smile than. “My I play you something?” He asked voice full of respect and still that touch of awe. Young Wolfgang loved his country greatly
How could Austria say no to this child? “Please do.” He said with an encouraging smile.
Nodding the boy began to play, his fingers flying over the keys. Austria closed his eye and felt tears come to them. This boy would be great, and he would show the world what Austria represented.
“It is beautiful. What is it called?” He asked the boy when he was finished playing, wondering if he had learned to compose from his father.
Wolfgang smile brightly at him, glad for his country’s praise. “I call it Andante in C.”
Austria returned the boy’s smile. “It is truly beautiful.” He said; the protégé had surpassed the master. His heart soared as he gazed down at Wolfgang. “Grow and be great.”
And he did, and Austria was never prouder of anyone then he was of that little boy whom he had taught to play the piano on Sunday evenings.
----
Title: Once Upon a December
Author/Artist: me
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Russia, Anastasia
Rating: PG
Warnings: semi-angst
Summary: Russia and Anastasia dancing
Dancing bears
Painted wings
Things I almost remember,
And a song someone sings
once upon a December
She is the light of his life. Her beauty, her joy, even her sorrow; she is everything to him and he would do anything for her. She is his most favourite person.
The lights of the ballroom illuminate them as they dance. They catch the crown in her hair, the jewels adorning her, and most of all it reflected in her eyes as she gazed up at him. Her smile alone out shined all the lights in the room, and the faces of all the others.
“You are beautiful.” He tells her, and she smiles and laughs in delight at that.
“Vanya.” His name on her lips warms his heart as he spins her in his arms.
Someone holds me safe and warm,
horses prance through a silver storm,
Figures dancing gracefully,
across my memory,
Around them others laugh as they dance, but he has eyes only for her.
She stumbles and he catches her. “You are doing so well.” He says, pulling her closer. “Your lessons in dance have been progressing wonderfully.”
“I hate them.” She says, looking up at him pouting. “But I take them for you.”
Her words bring a smile to his face and warmth to his heart. He was reminded again why he loved her so.
He has watched her grow from a small child, as he has watched all his children grow. She is his favourite though. Out of all his children, out of all her siblings, it is only she that can cause him to feel such joy.
Far away, long ago
Glowing dim as an ember,
Things my heart used to know,
Once upon a December
He hums the song as it continues to play, holding her close as they continue their dance. Around and around on the floor they go. Her dress flares out around her as they spin. And she laughs and blushes at the movement.
He laughs and pulls her close so, so close that he can feel her heart beating. It is such a wonderful sensation.
He feels the world melt away and there is just the two of them.
Someone holds me safe and warm
Horses prance through a silver storm
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory...
He closes his eyes and enjoys their dance; losing himself in the feel of her in his arms and the music surrounding them.
Her voice brings him back to reality.
“Vanya.”
He opens his eyes, staring down into hers. “It is time for me to go now.”
“Go? Go where?” He asks, feeling his heart clench in worry.
“To go back.” She tells him, leaning up to kiss him as everything starts to fade around them. “Goodbye Vanya.”
Far away, long ago
Glowing dim as an ember,
Things my heart used to know,
Things it yearns to remember...
When he awakens, there are tears on his face. Tears of sorrow for his lost little love.
“Anatasia. . .”
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December
----
And that’s all I got for now. Hope you enjoyed