Hetalia kink meme ([personal profile] hetalia_kink) wrote2012-06-03 02:55 pm

Hetalia kink meme part 24

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hetalia kink meme
part 24


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A!Anon here

(Anonymous) 2013-06-03 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, oh, thank you so much, anon, for the compliments and concrit! You have just made my day. It was my first time writing like this and I had no idea how to pull it off- but I'm happy you found it interesting!

Re: OP

(Anonymous) 2013-06-03 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, well I'm going to start working on this. It interested me greatly, thank you for requesting this OP!anon~

Re: Grief Laid Aside [1b/?]

(Anonymous) 2013-06-03 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
This cuts a little too close for me, author!anon, so I might not comment much, but you do have a reader.

Re: Että Vuosi (1a/?)

(Anonymous) 2013-06-03 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
Oh goodie! I've been anticipating this. *rubs hands*

(It's hard not to picture Tino as a fat bearded man..)

Re: With a Human Face [1c/?]

(Anonymous) 2013-06-03 08:47 am (UTC)(link)
Ohho I am so glad someone is filling this, and it's absolutely fantastic so far- characters, details, atmosphere, everything. Cannot wait for more!

Re: Grief Laid Aside [1b/?]

(Anonymous) 2013-06-03 09:31 am (UTC)(link)
OP is so grateful author!anon, this is a gorgeous approach and I love you writing. Thank you so much.

Authoranon

(Anonymous) 2013-06-03 12:11 pm (UTC)(link)
It's Gilbert

The next question is - why does it make sense for Alfred to still have Bonnefoy features, then? >:D

Potential Filler

(Anonymous) 2013-06-03 01:08 pm (UTC)(link)
I may be interested in filling this...does OP want France and Liechtenstein to end up together ultimately?

OP is late

(Anonymous) 2013-06-03 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't know how I missed this, but I did, and I is sad, cos this was awesome. I loved it. Lighthearted, funny, and Scotland was so grumpily sweet to both America and England - just what I was hoping for. Thanks so much, authoranon!

A!Anon

(Anonymous) 2013-06-03 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah~ Thank you OP! I'm delighted to hear that you like this. I was worried I didn't get the characteristics right, despite Estonia and Lithuania being some of my favourite characters.

Lithuania was a must for this. I don't think I could've written this without him.

I am going to expand this, I'm going to work this in before my other Kink meme fill and non kink meme stuff. I don't know how much because I get ideas like wildfires, but I am. Keep an eye out for it.



Re: Että Vuosi (1a/?)

(Anonymous) 2013-06-03 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
This is interesting so far, anon!

Re: Authoranon

(Anonymous) 2013-06-03 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Grandpa was dog.

Wouldn't surprise me! After reading stuff about how many bastards nobles made, I bet a lot more people are related without knowing it.

Love the story, it was very cute!

I Believe in A Thing Called Wrackspurt [1/3]

(Anonymous) 2013-06-03 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
i. 17th December, 1988 - Boy Proves Magical Ability After Falling From a Window

He was in Ottery St. Catchpole to call on the Diggorys and Weasleys briefly for Christmas. Getting to know the Ministry's staff and their individual families filled a small hole in his weary soul, left by an empty childhood.

Seeing the young children, especially those Weasley boys, one already Hogwarts Head Boy and another a Prefect, made him feel young again and the memories of pudgy hands, forest green cloaks and French idiots rushed back.

(He wasn't so thrilled to remember the latter.)

Belly filled with scone-y goodness (he had to ask Molly for her recipe some time), he began his merry way home. It would've been easier by apparition or the Floo network, but it had been so long since he'd last taken a breather in one of his villages.

(And the exercise would do him some chubby good, a French-accented voice in his head informed him. Frog.)

He had a portkey on Stoatstead Hill but upon reaching there, he found that some one else was also there.

She was short, the kind of height Arthur used to be as a child, but skinnier and paler. She sat on the grass, legs crossed and wearing the most unusual pair of sunglasses Arthur had ever seen... and Arthur knew Francis so that was saying something.

She was staring fervently at the Portkey. Then, without his saying a word, she spoke up, "If you don't mind my asking, sir, why are you using a Wrackspurt for Portkey?"

Arthur blinked. A Wrackspurt? "Is that what you call it?" He asked her, cautiously.

She nodded, turning to smile at him. He found himself returning it fully.

"Why, what do you call them?"

A mini-Alfred. "Oh, uh, I d-don't call them anything. They're just there, heh. Some of them are my friends. And I, er, I was worried some one would mess with my Portkey... you know teenagers these days." And by teenagers, he really meant the Weasley twins. "So, y'know, best to choose something, er, some one, most people can't see."

"Ah, that's very clever." Luna nodded her solemn seven-year-old understanding and Arthur felt happy.

"I'm Luna, by the way."

"Arthur Kirkland, please to meet you," he paused. "Do you live near here? You look familiar, perhaps we've met before."

"Yes, I live in that house over there." She pointed to the Lovegood house in the distance. "My parents are the Lovegoods, do you know them?"

Oh, yes, Arthur did but distantly, through the Weasleys. Naturalists and editors of the Quibbler, right?

"Yes, that's them. You should come over some time. We don't meet other Wrackspurt-believers often and Mommy would be interested to learn more about how to be friends with the Wrackspurts."

Arthur said he definitely would, but also, perhaps they could come over in return too, and meet his other magical friends, er, creatures. His magical creatures.

At that, Luna laughed and said she would love to meet his friends.

It would be nice to have her over some day for tea. They could discuss the implications of increased spectrespecs use on invisible creature populations and he could use the rosy four-person tea set Francis gave to him one Entente Cordiale anniversary.

"You better take that Portkey now," Luna reminded him. "It's started to shimmer."

"Oh, right, thanks, nice to meet y-!"

Boop, went the Wrackspurt Portkey.

And so began the friendship between two unusual people.


~~~


ii. 3rd April, 1990 - Minister of Magic: Why Fudge and not Dumbledore!

"Mother died," Luna tells him simply one day.

Arthur doesn't tell her he already read about it in the Daily Prophet, nor that he knows what's she's feeling so well. He simply hugs her as she starts to cry.

When Luna goes to wash the tear stains off so Xenophilius won't see, Arthur's heart cries too.

I Believe in A Thing Called Wrackspurt [2/3]

(Anonymous) 2013-06-03 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
iii. 21st September, 1992 - Flying Car Investigation Continues!

"Dear Mr. Arthur,

I hope this letter finds you well and if not, I've enclosed a charm that, when attached to any bracelet, will ward off both Nargles and Wrackspurts. Isn't that neat?

I got into Ravenclaw, just like my mother. Daddy was in Ravenclaw too until he quit to concentrate on his research and the Quibbler. My housemates seem quite nice but Hogwarts has a lot more Nargles than before and they're very mischievous..."

She's left for school but Arthur found solace in receiving owls, each potentially carrying a letter from Luna.

He discovered that she's a unique correspondent, writing fairly regularly and able to discuss all sorts of issues, from the mysterious nature of life (at Hogwarts and otherwise) to the important question of could Flying Mint Bunny have mini-bunnies if she met a gentleman Flying Mint Bunny?

It's Ravenclaw. She won't be wearing his favourite green-and-silver but she's done him proud anyhow, however much he might not admit it when confronted. She's done him proud.

His fingers twitched happily, eager to pen a reply.


~~~


iv. 4th October, 1995 - New DADA at Hogwarts: Good Luck, Umbridge!

He could hear her voice speaking through the words on the paper. He settled down in an armchair, hand stroking the ever-patient owl while he reads.

A letter from Hogwarts, like always but a letter different from those before. Gone were the replies to their ongoing discussion of magical creatures and exotic spelling herbs.

Instead, Luna's eloquent scrawl wrote about Umbridge, about Patronus charms, Voldemort's supposed return (Arthur was getting really sick of that guy), about Harry Potter and his friends, that she called her friends as well...

"Ginny, especially," she wrote, "-is really nice to me. She likes Harry a lot."

The boy who lived... Arthur shook his head and took off his reading glasses (No, I'm not old, you're just rude! he told the froggy voice in his head). He felt like a good cup of cheer-up tea.

He had some sweet, milky tea but felt no better. He lifted a quill pen but the words didn't come easily any more. What could he say? He either knew nothing of what she wrote about... or he knew so much that it was probably better to pretend he knew nothing, government secrets and all.

The young Luna he'd known had changed just like everybody else had... Perhaps Luna had reached the point where she didn't need him as much as before. That wasn't a bad thing.

He thought about them. Potter, Granger, Weasley and Neville, too. Albus told him less these days, but he imagined that they were still very meddlesome, especially with all the crazy, dark wizard rumours going around.

Magnets for 'adventure'... but good kids. Good wizards and witches. That, Arthur knew from tales of three-headed dogs, secret chambers and letters from Augusta and Neville. They would look after Luna well.

Ah. Then came the words.

"Dearest Luna,

I'm so glad to hear you've made friends of Potter's gang. Try not to break too many school rules this year, eh? Perhaps you can bring some good influence into their little pack, show them that Ravenclaw flair for imagination!

In regards to the Voldemort business, I really think it's best to keep your head down low, dear. I've read your father's viewpoint on the matter, but for now, I think we had better wait for more solid answers. Just focus on your studies and your friends and stay. out. of. trouble.

I expect to see you again, in full health, for tea whenever you next have the chance. My door's open to you any time too (though if I'm not home, make sure Mints doesn't eat too much, you know how she can be).

Sincerely,
Arthur Kirkland."

Re: I Believe in A Thing Called Wrackspurt [3/3]

(Anonymous) 2013-06-03 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
v. 2 May, 1998 - You-Know-Who is dead, deja-vu!

The last time he sees her, he doesn't really see her because she's sitting over there by Neville and the remnants of Hogwarts and its people lie around them all and she doesn't see him at all.

It's been so long... they never did get tea together after that last letter in 1995. But since then, there's been so, so much. A bloody war, death, all sorts of abductions, dark wizards, and of course, the usual Muggle politics on top of everything. And Voldemort.

He'd expected this sort of thing, he supposed, but never once thought that Luna, too, would be involved. Throughout the darkness, he'd worried for her and the others. They had been fighting for the same cause, and yet, they had never been further apart.

He'd gotten avada kedavra'd thrice this time around, just so you all know. Luckily, he was able to get his own back on the Death Eaters when they were distracted by his impossible survival.

By the looks of her, Luna had faced the very same, only she hadn't needed the little immortality thing to kick dark wizard arse. She'd grown up, so different from the young, wiry-haired girl who once dropped her crumpet in her tea.

But of course, in a decade, people are bound to change.

Mortals, anyway.

It takes much longer for Arthur's kind.

Neville and Luna smile at each other and soon, their friends call for them and life starts to mend and continue on.

He takes his leave.



~~~




A/N: Um, long story short, Arthur was like Luna's (and probably Neville's) Molly Weasley before Dumbledore's Army. <3 What a softie. I bet they send him Christmas cards still.

Regarding his views on Voldy, Arthur was probably more on the Ministry's side than Dumbledore (though they're good buddies) out of obligation/uncertainty. And then, after Voldy took over, Arthur went rogue and "kick dark wizard arse". Why didn't anybody tell me crossovers were so fun?

Thanks for reading, I hope you've enjoyed it.

Re: Any/Romano- Insecurity /Inferiority & No self worth

(Anonymous) 2013-06-03 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Seconded! There just aren't enough angsty-Romano fic out there!! :3

Re: Any/Romano- Insecurity /Inferiority & No self worth

(Anonymous) 2013-06-03 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
well, thirded rather, but that doesnt have as nice of a ring to it....

Re: spain/romano & germany/italy - handjob on a gondola

(Anonymous) 2013-06-03 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Wow. This needs to happen. Oh my.

Re: Dedicated Remix - Part 2d/8

(Anonymous) 2013-06-04 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
Excited!Anon here. Things are going better than I anticipated. Russia got a reward for only a little--if that may be called so mild--humiliation. It's almost as though you're aiming for some Stockholm Syndrome with this plot. Leave it to America not to be overtly sadistic, but more underhanded and innocent-seeming about something that should be so much more sinister.

However, you need to schedule updates and move the plot I will read this. But, if you want to split the days, that's fine as well. Do what you're most comfortable with.

Re: I Believe in A Thing Called Wrackspurt [3/3]

(Anonymous) 2013-06-04 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
Aw, Iggy...
At least, I think Luna invited him to her wedding.
Now you made me want to see Arthur's relationship with the Weasleys and the Longbottoms. (And James and Sirius?)
Not OP, btw.
Bookmarked.

Re: Cuckoo's Child (Part 3b/3)

(Anonymous) 2013-06-04 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
A fun read - and a happy(?) ending? Thanks, anon!

Re: Netherlands/Denmark - Den is oblivious

(Anonymous) 2013-06-05 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
APH Oblivious Part 1

Pairings: DenBel, NethDen

Rating: NC17 ( sex and blow job)
Willem: Netherlands
Mads: Denmark
Bloem: Belgium
Cody: Australia



How long has it been since they’ve known each other. Pre school, grade school, Highschool, first year of University with second, now third… and living together. Best friends from the start with little punches and jabbed towards each other’s ego to only rebuild it for each other later on. They could count on each other, through anything really. From times where Mads needed help in science class or when Willem was cut in the forehead by that crazy Belarusian blond in their class after he asked her if she had a spare pencil. Even sporting that scar, when ever they went to the bars girls would turn their heads to them as they gazed around looking at all genders in the room. And through it all, Willem found his gaze ending up more and more at his friend. His best friend. The one he lived with, want to classes with, cooked with, watched movies with, The one he knew forever. And from this, first came that stubborn stage of denial, where he would look away or shake the thoughts from his head. But when his realization hit him, he began to try, and show how he felt, scared to scare away Mads if a blunt nature would appear. He had tried many times to get the oblivious Danish man to know how he felt but, he never realized… Besides…

“Hej um Willem…” Mads asked the other rubbing the back of his head, “Do ye know if yer sister is waitressin’ at the bar tonight?”

… He liked someone else.

“Ja later on… why?” He asked standing up straight.

“Just… just wanted t’know if I could ask her out…” was Mads reply, “I know she’s yer sister and all but we did talk about this.”

“Bloem’s her own person…” Willem shrugged, “Not my decision.”

Though he kind of wished it could be. He couldn’t help the jealousy he felt in him, of his own sister. Sure, he felt protective of her too, but… he was told many a time that she was indeed her own.


Later that night the Dane came back slumped through the door. “Hej willem I’m back!”

“How’d it go?”

“Don’ know she wasn’ there. Apparently she gave her shift to that psycho who gave ye that scar.”

One of the perks of being best friends with Mads was knowing that he wasn’t the type to pursue when not wanted. So Willem knew that Mads would damn well not try anything he shouldn’t. Especially since this was his sister. That and the perk His sister knew he liked the Dane.

“y’know, it would be easier… if ye helped me?”

“Help you get with my sister?” Willem finally turned to look at Mads, “You’re joking right?”

“Can’ blame a guy for tryin’…” Mads said shrugging and joined Willem on the couch, laying down, his head laying on top of the other’s lap, he looked up, “Hell somethin’ tell me she may not like me, but worth a try… How’s yer midterms goin’?”

“I have three more and stressing my ass off.” Was Willem’s reply s he put down his text book, looking down at the other. That face, just to touch his hair and cheek and kiss his li-. He should his head. It was most likely to never happen, hell he fully doubted it. But from all the time they spent together, drank together, known each other, Willem could just feel his heart melt over Mads more and more.

“Ye know what would help ye?” Mads started to play around with Willem’s scarf, “Sex… Everyone stresses in exams… Sex is great, therefore go have sex with someone.”

He couldn’t help but snort at the idea a small chuckle exiting him soon after… like he had the time, and why would he go out with others when his sight was on the one man he couldn’t have. And then Mads’ words sparked an idea, if he couldn’t have him….

“And your mid terms?”

“Lets just say I need sex too.”

…He’d fuck him.

“Well…” He started looking back at his textbook, “Sounds like we both need a friends with benefits.” Maybe, he could convince the other to ask, if not… he would be blunt.

Re: Netherlands/Denmark - Den is oblivious

(Anonymous) 2013-06-05 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
Part 2

“Huh?” Mads looked up a little shocked but smirked, “An who would we be able to do that with? I’m not close with anyone…”

This was unhealthy….

“…Well, no one but you.”

… This would kill him every time they had sex…

“… Willem?” Mads stared up before sitting up, “We’ve both known each other forever. It’d be shit if we fucked up our friendship. But it’s just casual sex.”

… it would really kill him…

“…But do ye want to try? May be awkward at first but, hell why not right?”

… but he just wanted to be with him.

“Sounds fine to me…”
~~~
“Hah! Be careful.” Mads moaned as Willem nipped at his collar.

Laying on the couch Mads leaned over Willem, legs between the Dutchman’s he began to unbutton the other’s shirt while Willem was busy working on making at least one mark right along the collarbone. It didn’t take long until Willem’s shirt was shed and their lips met once more.

“Ready?” Mads asked working on the other’s pants, biting against the other’s lower lip.

Willem grunted in approval. His heart raced as he touched him, kissed him, was close to him. He moaned feeling the other’s hand against his growing erection, touching him, groping him and pumping him, making him rock into his hand. He leaned back more, laying onto his back.

Mads kissed down the other’s neck, leading to his chest and abs. Willem just kept watching the other, red dusting his cheeks as he got even lower. He let his head fling back slowly as Mads sucked along his shaft, kissing the tip and then continued to suck there. Hands, smoothing into the wild blond locks of hair as Mads started to bob his head, taking in more and more, making Willem spread his legs more to a generous degree letting Mads go lower until the other man’s lips kissed his base. He breathed deep with a moan, feeling through the other’s hair as he bobbed his head more, cupping and groping at Willem’s balls smiling a bit through the bobbing went he heard faint gasps and moans coming through the other’s lips.

When Willem was close Mads stopped, removing Willem’s pants as well as his own. He leaned over kissing him again as all their clothes were removed finally after exploring.

“Lube…” Willem breathed through a break in the kiss, “We need lube…”

“Move yer head.” Mads said reaching in the cushions, actually finding a bottle. Willem stared at him. “What… I stash some.”

“Just shut up.” Willem laughed with a smile kissing the Dane again before he watched the other lube his fingers.

“Lay back,” The Dane ordered, “If ye don’ want to do it ye still have a way out now…”

“Do it.” Was the response Willem hade made, laying back keeping his legs open.

Re: Netherlands/Denmark - Den is oblivious

(Anonymous) 2013-06-05 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
Part 2

“Huh?” Mads looked up a little shocked but smirked, “An who would we be able to do that with? I’m not close with anyone…”

This was unhealthy….

“…Well, no one but you.”

… This would kill him every time they had sex…

“… Willem?” Mads stared up before sitting up, “We’ve both known each other forever. It’d be shit if we fucked up our friendship. But it’s just casual sex.”

… it would really kill him…

“…But do ye want to try? May be awkward at first but, hell why not right?”

… but he just wanted to be with him.

“Sounds fine to me…”


xXx

“Hah! Be careful.” Mads moaned as Willem nipped at his collar.

Laying on the couch Mads leaned over Willem, legs between the Dutchman’s he began to unbutton the other’s shirt while Willem was busy working on making at least one mark right along the collarbone. It didn’t take long until Willem’s shirt was shed and their lips met once more.

“Ready?” Mads asked working on the other’s pants, biting against the other’s lower lip.

Willem grunted in approval. His heart raced as he touched him, kissed him, was close to him. He moaned feeling the other’s hand against his growing erection, touching him, groping him and pumping him, making him rock into his hand. He leaned back more, laying onto his back.

Mads kissed down the other’s neck, leading to his chest and abs. Willem just kept watching the other, red dusting his cheeks as he got even lower. He let his head fling back slowly as Mads sucked along his shaft, kissing the tip and then continued to suck there. Hands, smoothing into the wild blond locks of hair as Mads started to bob his head, taking in more and more, making Willem spread his legs more to a generous degree letting Mads go lower until the other man’s lips kissed his base. He breathed deep with a moan, feeling through the other’s hair as he bobbed his head more, cupping and groping at Willem’s balls smiling a bit through the bobbing went he heard faint gasps and moans coming through the other’s lips.

When Willem was close Mads stopped, removing Willem’s pants as well as his own. He leaned over kissing him again as all their clothes were removed finally after exploring.

“Lube…” Willem breathed through a break in the kiss, “We need lube…”

“Move yer head.” Mads said reaching in the cushions, actually finding a bottle. Willem stared at him. “What… I stash some.”

“Just shut up.” Willem laughed with a smile kissing the Dane again before he watched the other lube his fingers.

“Lay back,” The Dane ordered, “If ye don’ want to do it ye still have a way out now…”

“Do it.” Was the response Willem hade made, laying back keeping his legs open.

Re: Netherlands/Denmark - Den is oblivious

(Anonymous) 2013-06-05 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
Part 3
(sorry i posted the second one twice :T)

A discomforted moan was made by Willem when the first finger was added into him. From how Mads worked, it didn’t take long for him to add the second and third.

“Almost…” Mads murmured reaching into the cushions again to pull out a box of condoms.

“What else do ye have in this couch?” Willem asked smirking and panting slightly.

“you’ll know later~.” Mads countered smirking back as he removed his fingers and unrolled the condom onto himself. He placed himself at the other’s entrance, leaning over to ask if the other was ready, getting a nod. Kissing to distract the first pinch, Mads pushed in slowly until he was fully in, staying there so the other could adjust to the feel. He sat up and grabbed Willem’s hips, moving slowly at first to move a little quicker soon after. Hand lightly grabbed at Mads wrists as lusted moans protruded from Willem’s lungs.

Mads went quicker, thrusting into Willem roughly, fingers digging into the Dutchman’s sides. Moans, becoming louder within multiple thrusts. Hands, gripping for life at the couch over the rough and rapid thrusts penetrating him.

“Deeper…” Willem could barely get the word out, finding himself obliged, moaning with a deep satisfaction. A hand rapidly pumping his well needing erection. Orgasm, to reach that then it would all be over. He wanted to last, keeping himself in until the other finished. He just wanted to be with him.

He was hit deeply and hard, Mads erection hitting the sided wall of his prostate every time sending Willem into a highed state of mind, head tilted back into the couch and back arching. His breath shallow as the thrusts kept coming and hitting roughly into him. He wanted to call his name, those three words… but if he did so the closeness would be all over, they’d be over.

Quick breaths, gripped fingers, wild kisses with tongues to play roughly, cries of climax of both suitors…

And in the End of it all…

…It killed him.