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Mama Greece or Mama Egypt - teaching something to Grampa Rome
(Anonymous) 2013-05-20 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)What it says on the tin. One of those wonderful ladies, or both of them, teaching something to the Roman Empire. Can be smutty or not, can be silly or serious, you decide.
Bonus: he's not an Empire yet, just a goofy teenage Republic.
Bonus: he's not an Empire yet, just a goofy teenage Republic.
Re: Mama Greece or Mama Egypt - teaching something to Grampa Rome
(Anonymous) 2013-05-20 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)Cute! Seconded.
The Spanish Civil War has just finished and Romano pays a visit to Spain because he's worried because he has nothing else to do and confronts a very wounded and weak Spain. Please, remember Italy was involved with the Nationalist side so I want to see conclict there. Preferably some sad and heartbreaking sex happens at the end with Romano being very careful with Spain, paying lots of attention to him.
Netherlands and Denmark have been best friends and roommates for awhile. They've always got either other's backs when one of them needs a stiff drink or some pity. There's just two problems.
Netherlands is falling in love with Denmark, and Denmark is totally oblivious. In fact, Denmark is completely, totally, head-over-heels in love with someone else (perhaps Norway?)
Ned's not about to give up, though, so he decides to just get Denmark into bed, because friends with benefits is better than nothing at all. Whether or not this works out is up to the writer.
Bonus) Whoever Denmark was pursuing ends up helping get Ned and Den together in the end.
Netherlands is falling in love with Denmark, and Denmark is totally oblivious. In fact, Denmark is completely, totally, head-over-heels in love with someone else (perhaps Norway?)
Ned's not about to give up, though, so he decides to just get Denmark into bed, because friends with benefits is better than nothing at all. Whether or not this works out is up to the writer.
Bonus) Whoever Denmark was pursuing ends up helping get Ned and Den together in the end.
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.
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.
I've seen fics where he's interacting with modern prime ministers or Churchill, but I haven't seen many with other prime ministers. So I'd like to request him working with a historical one - they don't necessarily have to have called the PM so if you wanted to write about Cromwell or someone like that, that'd be awesome!
My only request is no Thatcher, please.
Bonus: Clement Attlee and a focus on the creation of the welfare state would be awesome since it's one of my favourite parts of British history.
My only request is no Thatcher, please.
Bonus: Clement Attlee and a focus on the creation of the welfare state would be awesome since it's one of my favourite parts of British history.
Ensemble; cosplayers dating results in out of chracter attractions
(Anonymous) 2013-05-20 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)In my cosplay group I, Germany, am dating our groups Turkey... So specifically I'd like to see some TurkeyxGermany. But any crack pairing will do :3
Basically counties find themselves oddly attracted to countries simply because their cosplayers is dating a cosplayer of that character.
Basically counties find themselves oddly attracted to countries simply because their cosplayers is dating a cosplayer of that character.
What it says. I'd like to see these three magic-using characters talking shop about all kinds of magic, including the not-so-nice stuff, with all that can entail. Historical references would be lovely.
Bonus: discussion of sex magic (hey, this is a kink meme, after all)
Bonus 2: That awkward moment when England and Norway find out they've both offered their asses to the same tentacled sea monster in exchange for favorable weather.
Bonus: discussion of sex magic (hey, this is a kink meme, after all)
Bonus 2: That awkward moment when England and Norway find out they've both offered their asses to the same tentacled sea monster in exchange for favorable weather.
Bonus 2 please <3
Two countries have to formalise a treaty by sleeping with each other. But the sex is awkward and filled with fail. The more disastrous the better.
It'd be nice if the treaty in question is an actual historical treaty but it's not required.
Bonus: one of the countries involved has a reputation for being really good in bed, making their failure even more embarrassing.
It'd be nice if the treaty in question is an actual historical treaty but it's not required.
Bonus: one of the countries involved has a reputation for being really good in bed, making their failure even more embarrassing.
Shota in which America is the older and Russia is the younger.
Bonus: Would especially like to see a lot of emotional angst, especially on America's part.
Bonus: Would especially like to see a lot of emotional angst, especially on America's part.
Norway/Denmark, set some time during the period where they united.
Denmark might be the dominant power when it comes to their political relationship, but Norway is the one who takes command in their private, personal relationship.
More specifically I'd like to see Denmark serving Norway - or servicing him, heh - out of affection, love, and loyalty; like a knight toward his king (I was kind of broadly inspired by the song "King and Lionheart"). If there's an illustrated contrast between their private relationship and their public relationship, that's even better.
Bonus: Denmark serves Norway in ways that, while part of their private relationship, aren't sexual at all. (In fact the whole fic can be non-sexual if authoranon has an idea for that)
Denmark might be the dominant power when it comes to their political relationship, but Norway is the one who takes command in their private, personal relationship.
More specifically I'd like to see Denmark serving Norway - or servicing him, heh - out of affection, love, and loyalty; like a knight toward his king (I was kind of broadly inspired by the song "King and Lionheart"). If there's an illustrated contrast between their private relationship and their public relationship, that's even better.
Bonus: Denmark serves Norway in ways that, while part of their private relationship, aren't sexual at all. (In fact the whole fic can be non-sexual if authoranon has an idea for that)
Bourbon Restoration/"Vive la Louis XVIII?"
I feel like the Bourbon Restoration (1814 - 1830) is a terribly ignored period in French history.... let's rectify that! Anything and... anything involved the restoration of the Bourbons!
I feel like the Bourbon Restoration (1814 - 1830) is a terribly ignored period in French history.... let's rectify that! Anything and... anything involved the restoration of the Bourbons!
England/Margaret Thatcher - "Margaret Thatcher naked on a cold day!"
(Anonymous) 2013-05-20 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)England/Margaret Thatcher - "Margaret Thatcher naked on a cold day!"
England. Margaret Thatcher. Cold day.
Bonus: Nipples.
England. Margaret Thatcher. Cold day.
Bonus: Nipples.
Re: England/Margaret Thatcher - "Margaret Thatcher naked on a cold day!"
(Anonymous) 2013-05-22 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)I don't feel that this is an appropriate prompt for the kink meme....
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OP would like some fills with any characters in fairytales from their country.
Disney sugar coated versions of the original is also allowed.
Fluff, smut, whatever is fine. Genderbents are welcome too.
Bonus: Hans Christian Anderson + DenNor
Disney sugar coated versions of the original is also allowed.
Fluff, smut, whatever is fine. Genderbents are welcome too.
Bonus: Hans Christian Anderson + DenNor
So you wouldn't mind a darker story?
Also, would you mind if it ended up being something of a mash-up of fairytales (mostly The Wild Swans, with bits and pieces inspired by others), because I've got a rather strange idea that might work for your prompt, depending on what exactly you're looking for.
Also, would you mind if it ended up being something of a mash-up of fairytales (mostly The Wild Swans, with bits and pieces inspired by others), because I've got a rather strange idea that might work for your prompt, depending on what exactly you're looking for.
Just fluff of the nations growing up. Or shotacon honhonhon
B: Medieval or Viking times.
BB: Chibitalia/HRE ;w;
B: Medieval or Viking times.
BB: Chibitalia/HRE ;w;
Because, dawwww, Chibitalia/HRE fills are always lovely ;u;
Nation A and Nation B have been going out for a while- although other nations think they’re in a relationship, no one really knows for sure. For some reason, Nation B gets amnesia and can’t remember anything about Nation A (or anyone else for the most part). Cue Nation A trying to get Nation B to remember themselves and get Nation B to refall in love with Nation A. Can be filled in AUverse if filler can make it work, otherwise it’d be prefered if this stayed in canonverse. Fems are welcome as is smut
Bonus One: Filled with a pair of nations that have (historically or otherwise) know each other for a long time. (As in since childhood)
Bonus Two: Filled with Franada (Canada asking who everyone is instead of the opposite amuses OP) or DenNor (OTP+UST+Lots of history)
Bonus One: Filled with a pair of nations that have (historically or otherwise) know each other for a long time. (As in since childhood)
Bonus Two: Filled with Franada (Canada asking who everyone is instead of the opposite amuses OP) or DenNor (OTP+UST+Lots of history)
I have a question, OP. Considering to fill it with DenNor, and would Norway only be unable to remember Denmark? Everyone? Just certain things?
Also, would Norway screwing up with magic be a good explanation as to why Norway can't remember anything?
Also, would Norway screwing up with magic be a good explanation as to why Norway can't remember anything?
Because this hasn't been requested yet for this part....
Guess what happened the other day? Denmark winning Eurovision is what happened. OP just wants to see a fill of all the nations during Eurovision.
Bonus: DenNor put in there because their songs fit the pairing so well. And the 12 points that Denmark gave to Norway, daww
Bonus: SuFin. Because Finland’s song. Enough said.
Guess what happened the other day? Denmark winning Eurovision is what happened. OP just wants to see a fill of all the nations during Eurovision.
Bonus: DenNor put in there because their songs fit the pairing so well. And the 12 points that Denmark gave to Norway, daww
Bonus: SuFin. Because Finland’s song. Enough said.
Nation A and Nation B swap bodies. They try to manage in the others body [and fail at it]. To swap back? Why, sexy times, of course.
Bonus 1: Nation A and Nation B are complete opposites in personality.
Bonus 2: Fems >:3
Bonus 1: Nation A and Nation B are complete opposites in personality.
Bonus 2: Fems >:3
seconding, especially for the second bonus!
Norway's Constitutional/Birthday was the other day, so why don't we get a fic for it. It can be just him relaxing, or any of the other Nordics trying to get him to celebrate.
B:Fluff (ex:Trying to get him to smile for once)
B:Fluff (ex:Trying to get him to smile for once)
Alright, so this might seem crazy, but I want AmeCan...
based on this: http://uncyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/Canada%E2%80%93United_States_relations
The funnier (and hotter) you can make it, the better, especially if you somehow manage to keep everyone involved somewhat in character.
Bonus points: Referencing any of the other things in the 'article', like the divorce from England or Camerica Dependence Day.
Super bonus points: Two of the 'Camerica couples' are "A gay Canadian anal fucking a gay American" and "A hot Canadian stripper getting laid by an American army guy". You know what to do, kink meme.
Super duper bonus points: Heated six hour orgy. With other Nations looking on jealously.
based on this: http://uncyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/Canada%E2%80%93United_States_relations
The funnier (and hotter) you can make it, the better, especially if you somehow manage to keep everyone involved somewhat in character.
Bonus points: Referencing any of the other things in the 'article', like the divorce from England or Camerica Dependence Day.
Super bonus points: Two of the 'Camerica couples' are "A gay Canadian anal fucking a gay American" and "A hot Canadian stripper getting laid by an American army guy". You know what to do, kink meme.
Super duper bonus points: Heated six hour orgy. With other Nations looking on jealously.
Prompt: I'd like it if you could write a fic about America finding South Korea and supporting him during the war. And then present day as he is grown up. Smut, plot, fluff, anything's fine by me. Except for Nyotalia and Nekotalia.
History: So basically, South Korea and North Korea came from Koryo (say hello to Google info). Therefore, South Korea is still extremely, extremely young compared to most other nations.
Bonus 1: Please have North Korea show up. Even if it's an OC you pulled out of somewhere the sun don't shine.
Bonus 2: Using cliche stuff like wearing boyfriend's shirt, getting drenched in water...etc.
History: So basically, South Korea and North Korea came from Koryo (say hello to Google info). Therefore, South Korea is still extremely, extremely young compared to most other nations.
Bonus 1: Please have North Korea show up. Even if it's an OC you pulled out of somewhere the sun don't shine.
Bonus 2: Using cliche stuff like wearing boyfriend's shirt, getting drenched in water...etc.
Potential Filler here! (Though I'm a horrible writer. Yuuuup.)
Which war are you talking about, though? The Korean war? O__O
And I'm assuming you want fluff, not angst? (BTW, if you want angst/dark/serious, there's already a brilliant one written at http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9330679/1/Broken . Though it's somewhat OOC- For me, anyway.)
-Potential A!Anon
Which war are you talking about, though? The Korean war? O__O
And I'm assuming you want fluff, not angst? (BTW, if you want angst/dark/serious, there's already a brilliant one written at http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9330679/1/Broken . Though it's somewhat OOC- For me, anyway.)
-Potential A!Anon
"Trolls are a very angry and violent race. Some are more hot-tempered and dangerous than others, to the extent that if left to their own devices, they would present a serious threat to society, or even to themselves. Such trolls will have an instinctive pale attraction to a more even-tempered troll, who may become their MOIRAIL. The moirail is obliged to pacify the other, to function as the better half. The two partners in a strong pale relationship will serve to balance and complement each other's emotional profiles, and thus allow their other relationships to be more successful." ~Homestuck
Nations would do well with this concept, yes? Any two are fine; sell me on a crack pair if you will. (Honestly Spain and Romano seem more like this than traditional human romance to me, but whatever.)
Nations would do well with this concept, yes? Any two are fine; sell me on a crack pair if you will. (Honestly Spain and Romano seem more like this than traditional human romance to me, but whatever.)
China and the only woman to rule China in her own right as Empress. Perhaps possessive, perhaps loving--but she has claimed him for her own.
(Basic info: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Empress_Wu_of_Zhou)
(Basic info: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Empress_Wu_of_Zhou)
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This probably has been requested before... but Anon recently got back into the FE fandom so would really like a crossover for it. Anyways, preferably in the FE09/10 timeline or the FE13 timeline. Although the other timeline/worlds are fine too.
It can follow the games plots, or just be in the games world.
B1- FE09/10 Plotline with Tibarn as Sweden, Naesala as Denmark, Reyson as Finland or Iceland, and Leanne as Norway (or Femway)
B2- For any timelines, Allies/Axis aren't the main characters (perhaps they could be the bad guys?)
It can follow the games plots, or just be in the games world.
B1- FE09/10 Plotline with Tibarn as Sweden, Naesala as Denmark, Reyson as Finland or Iceland, and Leanne as Norway (or Femway)
B2- For any timelines, Allies/Axis aren't the main characters (perhaps they could be the bad guys?)
Probably not really what you were looking for (and sadly not finished and likely to never be) but
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/6850.html?thread=8734402#t8734402
might interest you? I feel like there's another part but I can't find it, sorry OP.
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/6850.html?thread=8734402#t8734402
might interest you? I feel like there's another part but I can't find it, sorry OP.
We need more of these free fills, so how about one with poetry? Mainly because OP was looking at the earlier parts the other day and saw all those limericks.
So any group or pairing of any kind, some kind of short poem- or a story told through poem.
So any group or pairing of any kind, some kind of short poem- or a story told through poem.
First off, that's the formatting of my phone that does it. Secondly, not all of those are mine v-v; Just because the formatting is the same doesn't automatically mean they all came from the same person. The timing is a bit too close for that to make sense, I think. And the formats not all the same either (did you all notice that some of the way the bonus's are written are different? or that some are with parenthesis and some are with brackets?)
Anyways, thanks to the anon who tried to stick up for me...
Mods, if you see this, feel free to take down this prompt. I don't see any point since most likely not going to be filled.
Anyways, thanks to the anon who tried to stick up for me...
Mods, if you see this, feel free to take down this prompt. I don't see any point since most likely not going to be filled.
I saw this [http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m07vswZhhN1qcxq33o1_500.png] on tumblr a while back, and instantly decided I needed this in my life.
This is my plea: Take this pairing and movie and run with it, making it as over the top and hilarious as you can. Random Australian animals appearing out of nowhere, musical numbers, no one able to remember Australia's name (since it's not official),tons of awesome yet cracky buttsex, whatever you need to in order to make OP laugh.
Bomus if you manage to get them to throw up their hands and elope to Vegas at the end.
This is my plea: Take this pairing and movie and run with it, making it as over the top and hilarious as you can. Random Australian animals appearing out of nowhere, musical numbers, no one able to remember Australia's name (since it's not official),
Bomus if you manage to get them to throw up their hands and elope to Vegas at the end.
I laughed so hard I cried, OP. Second!
(And I agree about Australia's human name. I can't deal with everybody picking their own name, so I just call him Oz. Can't we have a poll or something?)
(And I agree about Australia's human name. I can't deal with everybody picking their own name, so I just call him Oz. Can't we have a poll or something?)
Alfred was a slave and was sold into a harem there he meets Arthur who was also sold into the harem as well. They of course start to have secret relationship away from there master, something that strictly forbidden.
?/UK, ?/US (dubcon) UKUS
Bonus: Arthur was a pirate before he enter the Harem
?/UK, ?/US (dubcon) UKUS
Bonus: Arthur was a pirate before he enter the Harem
Creatures of the Floral Court were not supposed to be scarred. Maybe some of them were golden-haired stock from the cold north but their worn hands could be buffed and oiled to rose petal tenderness, as could their feet. It was amazing what the silent maids of the bathing chambers could do with their potions and rough cloths.
But there was little could be done to soften the green-eyed one.
They called him that for respect and no little fear, and there was no one else who had his eye color. Oh, some had eyes like turquoise, blue tinted with green, some had amber eyes. But no one ever had eyes that exact shade of true green, the color that belonged on some painter’s brush, that green that was rather arresting at first glance.
He had a scar across his throat and it was an ugly, gnarled thing. It peeped over the elaborate gold and silver necklaces he was sent, the ones he wore with as little ease as a dog wore a color (perhaps less?). The scar was angry red and silver and there was nothing that could be done for it but he seemed to wear the disfiguration with much more pride than any jewel sent by the Emperor.
He was quiet and spiteful and frosty. There was no warmth in his eyes and he rarely smiled. When he did, it was often unpleasant and did nothing to liven his eyes.
But he was a poet and a musician. He had a memory for lines and recitation in his clear, curiously high voice and he could coax heartbreaking songs from a long-necked harp. And he embroidered his own sashes, slippers, and the hems of his robe with flowers almost real enough to pluck or flowing patterns that confused the eye.
No one understood why he still was held in high regard. He was not pleasing to the eye (arresting, yes, oh dear yes) or sweet in temperament. He could not provide a child (though that never hindered the determined pleasure giver). He was prickly and as undesirable as almost possible.
But he was visited quite often and he was given jewels to wear and books to read and music sheets and silks to decorate for himself. He even got to go on outings, his face covered with a veil and hood and carrying his harp.
Then again, despite the envy of the others, some who would be so pitiable to only serve for their entire lives, some realized that those tastes of freedom were worse than any whipping to handle the truculent. Those little tastes emphasized the powerlessness of one who had once captained his own life.
Alfred knew that feeling too well.
He still didn’t know the green-eyed one’s real name and they had lain together for over a fortnight. It had taken long enough to be trusted to take tea with the scowling favorite, to be favored with a surprisingly sweet, though faint smile. To call the green-eyed one by the harem name “Maren” would be to his peril.
Alfred had been in the Emperor’s night court long enough to hear the rumors of what the green-eyed one had been. A dangerous pirate, one who had sent the navy on a merry chase and had razed coastal villages to the ground and brazenly raided river towns. The pirate had been speared through many times, it was said, body dipped in tar and displayed on the spar of the flagship sent to capture him.
But the rumors whispered that the pirate had not been killed but sorely wounded and caged in that very same flagship. That the criminal’s ferocity and cleverness had not offended the Emperor but had only piqued him. Once the pirate had survived many festering wounds, any single one of which could have killed a man, as if to personally spite the world, the Emperor had him secured in the cloisters of the harem and there the ghost who had lived to burn towns and plunder merchants lived as a chained pet.
But there was little could be done to soften the green-eyed one.
They called him that for respect and no little fear, and there was no one else who had his eye color. Oh, some had eyes like turquoise, blue tinted with green, some had amber eyes. But no one ever had eyes that exact shade of true green, the color that belonged on some painter’s brush, that green that was rather arresting at first glance.
He had a scar across his throat and it was an ugly, gnarled thing. It peeped over the elaborate gold and silver necklaces he was sent, the ones he wore with as little ease as a dog wore a color (perhaps less?). The scar was angry red and silver and there was nothing that could be done for it but he seemed to wear the disfiguration with much more pride than any jewel sent by the Emperor.
He was quiet and spiteful and frosty. There was no warmth in his eyes and he rarely smiled. When he did, it was often unpleasant and did nothing to liven his eyes.
But he was a poet and a musician. He had a memory for lines and recitation in his clear, curiously high voice and he could coax heartbreaking songs from a long-necked harp. And he embroidered his own sashes, slippers, and the hems of his robe with flowers almost real enough to pluck or flowing patterns that confused the eye.
No one understood why he still was held in high regard. He was not pleasing to the eye (arresting, yes, oh dear yes) or sweet in temperament. He could not provide a child (though that never hindered the determined pleasure giver). He was prickly and as undesirable as almost possible.
But he was visited quite often and he was given jewels to wear and books to read and music sheets and silks to decorate for himself. He even got to go on outings, his face covered with a veil and hood and carrying his harp.
Then again, despite the envy of the others, some who would be so pitiable to only serve for their entire lives, some realized that those tastes of freedom were worse than any whipping to handle the truculent. Those little tastes emphasized the powerlessness of one who had once captained his own life.
Alfred knew that feeling too well.
He still didn’t know the green-eyed one’s real name and they had lain together for over a fortnight. It had taken long enough to be trusted to take tea with the scowling favorite, to be favored with a surprisingly sweet, though faint smile. To call the green-eyed one by the harem name “Maren” would be to his peril.
Alfred had been in the Emperor’s night court long enough to hear the rumors of what the green-eyed one had been. A dangerous pirate, one who had sent the navy on a merry chase and had razed coastal villages to the ground and brazenly raided river towns. The pirate had been speared through many times, it was said, body dipped in tar and displayed on the spar of the flagship sent to capture him.
But the rumors whispered that the pirate had not been killed but sorely wounded and caged in that very same flagship. That the criminal’s ferocity and cleverness had not offended the Emperor but had only piqued him. Once the pirate had survived many festering wounds, any single one of which could have killed a man, as if to personally spite the world, the Emperor had him secured in the cloisters of the harem and there the ghost who had lived to burn towns and plunder merchants lived as a chained pet.
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