#fluffy haired baltics rights

[inkksunawrites]

Soft VashWood where there's love and care, maybe after an abusive relationship?

It's been a hot minute- lemme shake the dust off. May make this multiple parts if people enjoy it. Fandom: Trigun Stampede Genre: Hurt & Comfort, modern AU Warnings: Abuse, blood mention, smoking Word count: 1,505

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The scent of Baltic amber and sweet honeysuckle still lingers on his long-since-ruined dress shirt despite the eye watering pungency of the tobacco the punisher usually smoked, tearstains tinted with shed mascara spattered across his chest. He can’t bring himself to wash it yet despite that, sighing long and hard as the grim man reached for another perfectly rolled cigarette with calloused fingers, gaze dull as it travelled the cityscape just outside his balcony window. The sound of heavy rain coming in through the open door soothes his nerves that ticked in the back of his mind, wanting to jump up and strangle the first fucker he saw but it wouldn’t do anybody any good. So he sits on his low creaking bedframe, the covers askew and tossed in his dingy apartment and clutter barely managed between stacks of books, a metal lighter flipped open with a sharp chime. The crackle of something burning is music to his ears, taking a long drag and reveling in the ache of his lungs before it’s released into the air, the smoke almost poetic as anything he spewed into the world seemed to be equally as toxic. The thought earns a dark snicker at the comparison, gallows humor a coping mechanism for what he’d had to sit through for the past few hours lest he go nuclear.

God he wanted to kill someone- that someone being blondie’s ex, but Vash would never forgive him. That’s something that might just send him over the edge.

The thin framed man had shown up on his doorstep only hours prior looking like shit, bruises and cuts along previously porcelain like skin. Previously fluffy blonde hair had turned dull, matted with dried blood that couldn’t be older than a few hours. Wolfwood was halfway through giving him shit for showing up unannounced like that before he noted with a cold chill clawing through his veins the state of his best friend. He would have noticed it right away if it wasn’t for the usual scarlet coat, red having always been Vash’s color that collided too perfectly with his golden hair. Even the glasses were fractured, hairline breaks whispering along the lenses, just barely obscuring the dead eyes of the wearer in the fluorescent lighting of the apartment hallway. Vash barely even got to croak out a hello before he was urgently whisked into the grungy apartment, the door locked shut behind causing his impromptu guest to flinch. He tries to suppress the wave of guilt that follows, shoving things aside from his bed so the man could sit, barely standing straight. “Wolfwood I-“ He starts, but he’s cut off just as quickly. “Don’t start with me, dipshit, you need help. Sit,” Wolfwood almost growls, biting back his tone if only for Vash’s sake. The firmness left no room to argue, Vash’s frail form deflating into the box spring mattress, his coat making him look so small now. It fractures his cold heart more than he ever thought possible, needing to take a breath to steady the hurt that filtered in just looking in that direction. He already knew what had likely happened. A long silence stretches out between them before either of them speak again, words barely a whisper when the blonde finds the strength to speak once more.

“I… I’m sorry.” He wants to curse, get mad at this idiot sat on his bed yet at the same time cradle the poor idiot. Of fucking course he would apologize. The apology earns a terse ‘tch’, making Vash sink further into his coat until it was Wolfwood’s turn to speak once more.

“You don’t get to apologize for the shitty actions of others, my forgiveness don’t work like that, got it?” His words drip like venom, but it earns a subtle nod from him even if it makes him look away afterwards in shame. He never was good at giving comfort, a sham of a holy man. He shifts, kicking aside a stack of books in front of his TV cabinet, dragging open the crooked door and retrieving his medkit with a grunt. Dropping it at the foot of the bed he joins soon after, Vash not even moving. Accepting his defeat, or simply too broken to care. “So, who am I writing a eulogy for?” The lame attempt at his usual gallows humour has Vash aghast, eyes widening with tension, frozen before he realizes it’s his weird way of cutting the tension. It works, eventually.

“…Him.” He tries so hard to not scoff, he does. He doesn’t understand why Vash won’t just move out, get away from there and come live with his friends. Anyone of them would take the sweet man in but even now he’s stubborn, body pliant as a rag and ethanol wipe away the blood and clean scrapes and bruises. Accustomed to pain, he barely even winces from the unrelenting bite of medical supplies, even when the rough bandage across his arm his found, the blood soaking into fabric. Wolfwood doesn’t hesitate, urging the coat off and the shitty bandage so he can stitch up the gash left behind, the monster behind his eyes raging at who did this. “Why the fuck are you still there?” Wolfwood sighs, his emotion draining as he tried to focus. “How many more times am I gonna have to patch you up? You can’t keep doing this blondie, you only have so much of a body to give.” Another pointless conversation, another merry-go-round of morals and ethics. They’d done this song and dance before, Vash always wanting to believe in the good but there was nothing good to that man. Just putrid rottenness that even a tourniquet couldn’t fix. He’d rather just cut out the heart at that point, but Vash… The silence that follows after is deafening, even for Vash. The trembles are felt before they’re visible and the stitching on his arm is barely even finished and sterilized before choked sobs are tumbling from lips. Thin arms wind around him, urging into his chest and clinging tight as though he were the solution to everything, his desperate respite in a storm of emotions and pain. It takes the wolf by surprise, his shock knocking over the bottle of ethanol but he can’t find it in him to care as the contents spill into creaking floorboards and the sterile scent fills the air. Strong arms from years of carrying heavy burdens pulls the man close, holding him so gently even as Vash climbs into his lap like a koala, his impenetrable iron walls against what loomed elsewhere in his life. Tears continue to fall, his tiny form shaking from the abuse he’d endured for so long now, convinced he could make it better or that he deserved every second. Just the understanding of Vash’s line of thought had his gaze darkening, knowing what must’ve happened behind closed doors and gone unspoken. For now, however, he stayed. He listened and soothed, rough hands petting over Vash’s back as choked out cries fill the room. Finally released, ocean waves crashing mercilessly down and all he could do was hold him.

Until it slowed, then stopped. He looked so very tired, fingers gripped to Wolfwood’s shirt and warping the weave with how tightly he refused to let go in the faint light of the evening city. So he lays them down to rest, blankets tucked over his frail form and pillows brought to support his arm, prosthetic looking worse for wear. Vash whimpers, not wanting to be separated so he sits beside him, holding his hand with the gentlest touch. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t frankly honored, able to list of dozens of other friends the man had in this city alone. He always was the social one, while he could count the number of his own on just a few fingers. “…Stay? Please,” he breathes, desperate to not be alone. It only makes his heart break more, mustering up the best smile he could despite how he felt inside.

“Of course, blondie. Can’t get rid of me that easily.” It’s all the man needed, the first genuine smile Vash had all night flashed his direction, so painfully small but real. His eyes fall closed not long after, exhaustion finally catching up. Even bruised and looking like hell, he stirred dangerous emotions in his chest that made him want to shout from their sheer strength alone. The urge to pick up his shitty slam poetry book and write a few verses is tempting. He always felt more creative with his muse around, inspiring him to be a better person. To do better.

Which leads to now, covered in mascara stained tears but not giving a damn, torn between action and inaction.

For once, he chooses the later, kicking off his shoes and shirt, slipping in to cuddle. He’d figure out punishments later.

The only thing that mattered right now was Vash, and making sure this time he didn’t go back.

#vashwood #trigun stampede #tristamp #vash x wolfwood #trigun fanfiction #fanfic #vash the stampede #nicolas d wolfwood #nicholas wolfwood #vash is subtly trans coded I just know it #wolfwood is some poetry writer in his spare time #he seems bored enough to try

[kallulovesu]

Shamelessly ripped from the previous anon's ask, how would the Nyo Axis + Nyo Romano and Nyo Baltics react to being trapped with their s/o in a floating bubble?

(A/n:) lowkey ?? off topic but I’m kinda sad that romano didn’t make it on the episode even now😭

You were so much cuter from up close.

Italy was basically straddling over you; body pinning you down as all she did was— stare. Her honey colored eyes were practically buzzing with affection as they scanned over you, a nearly cat like smile on her face as she did so.

She realized that you were more than likely not so...fond of the two of you being like this, but oh, she couldn’t care any less. It was cute how you seemingly wanted to say something, mouth opening and closing again every now and then as you thought of speaking up, but discouraging yourself after; or the way you would always try shifting away from her hold, only to give up as she held tighter onto you.

It was all cute...so, soooo cute. And she loved it.

But then again— was it right being so selfish? You were her beloved, her dear, her tesoro— so surely it wouldn’t hurt to take you feelings into account? All of this would only end up making you dislike her once you were out of this, maybe you would even start avoiding her!

...

No. why not just do something if you were so uncomfortable by her? Struggle against her, scream for help; it would all end up being useless, only serving to amuse her. No one was able to help you up here. You were completely hers now, a beautiful, trapped doll that she could play with for her own amusement. So why not try enjoying it? Enjoy the warmth— the love she gave you while waiting for this to end. This sadly wouldn’t last forever, she knew, so Italy tried making the best out of this moment.

She had come to realize that this actually...wasn’t so bad.

You were comfortably snuggled against her; arms wrapped around her hips while your face laid on her lap for comfort. her hand was stroking your hair in a gentle manner, making sure to sooth you.

Germany didn’t want to end up pressuring you too much, especially given the whole situation the two of you were in right now. You seemed stressed; nearly on the brink of panicking even— and she couldn’t have that. Doing so would only worsen the situation...and it would upset her too, thus she settled for trying to calm you down before doing anything else. It might’ve been less practical of her, yes, but she also couldn’t stand seeing you get upset over something that could be fixed with rational thinking and enough help.

...or so she hoped.

She could easily take advantage of this situation seeing how vulnerable you were at the moment. So trusting, so unsuspecting— but actually doing so left a terrible taste in her mouth, no matter how desirable it might seem. The setting didn’t matter; she wouldn’t allow herself to act out except if it were for the better of your relationship.

...she could basically hear Italy yelling in her ear about ‘lost opportunities’ or about how it would be the best chance to try and woo you, but it didn’t matter. She had already chosen what to do, and she wouldn’t go back on her own word.

This...didn’t feel enough.

The two of you were at a good distance away from each other; perhaps an arm away if she were to go by her calculations. You were looking outside, glancing over the multitude of strangers that were in the same situation and instead looking at the sky with a faraway look.

It was beautiful, she supposed, but was it truly so interesting to look at instead of her? She was right there before you; eagerly awaiting until you said something— anything. She just wanted to be acknowledged.

Japan didn’t like this at all. She didn’t like how distant the two of you were.

She didn’t care if it was selfish of her to want more— all of this wasn’t enough. She never got the chance to just...do whatever she wanted, especially since she had a reputation to uphold in the real world— but all of that didn’t matter here. No one was looking at her, expecting her to be the perfect, flawless.. It was just you and her in this sphere. And let her be damned if she didn’t take the opportunity to finally do whatever she wanted.

She craved more of you, and that was all that mattered.

It would probably take a moment for you to register her getting closer until she was right in front of you; face to face and trapping you between her arms. She didn’t give you a chance to speak— instead placing her lips on yours.

Yes, something like this was much better.

Romano

Fuckheightsfuckheightsfuckheightfuckhe

Romano could nearly feel her breakfast from this morning slowly leap up her throat every time she were to look around— hell, even thinking about the situation made her feel sick in the stomach no matter what she tried to distract herself. It felt like a never ending escape from her fear, and she wanted to cry on the spot.

Honestly? The only thing making sure that she wasn’t completely freaking out was, well, you. You were hugging her, hand rubbing her back as to try and sooth her; whispering sweet nothings that made her heart swell. It wasn’t hard to notice that you, yourself were scared of this too; perhaps for an entirely different reason than hers, which made this all the more admirable to her.

No wonder she fell so in love with you.

She reckoned that perhaps she should just suck it up and try putting up a brave front for you, because surely doing this wouldn’t help with the image you’d have of her...? And she could even try using this situation as a way to try and get you to like her more!

....

Oh, who was she kidding? She was just so terrifyingly high up and— Romano quickly shoved her face back onto your chest; trying to face away from the horrifying view, and partially so you wouldn’t have to see her being so weak.

Lithuania

This was...fine.

An amused hum escaped from the woman’s lips as she gazed down at the snoozing person snuggled on top of her; a peaceful look on your while doing so , remaining unaware of her unmoving gaze on you. Your arms were loosely wrapped around her, seeking warmth and comfort.

She had finally gotten you to calm down from your panic when first having been trapped in here, presumably getting...too? Relaxed from her touch when she tried to comfort you, and had ended up snoring off during it. Which was only noticed by the other after realizing how strangely quiet it had gotten.

You poor thing, the stress had made you pass out.

She pitied you, and slightly scolded herself for letting things escalate this way. Lithuania promised herself to always be there for you; a protector if things were to go the wrong way— but she had almost failed in making you feel safe around her. She’d have to do better next time something like this were to happen again.

It made her rethink about the option of just locking you up. You’d be completely safe and away from all’s harm, but she wondered if it truly were the path she should choose.

Sigh.

Maybe it was for the better if she got some rest as well. She usually couldn’t sleep all that well— but having you in her arms like this felt nice, nearly making her forget about all besides you.

Estonia

"Oh, feisty aren’t we?"

She laughed, an amused— smug grin on her face as she looked up at your towering form. Anticipating your next action.

Your hand; which grasped onto the collar of her shirt hoisted Estonia up, making sure to keep the woman face-to-face with you as you glared. Basically daring her to speak another word with your fist hovering above her, ready to strike if she were to run her mouth again

Perhaps she had gone a bit...too far with provoking you.

It had only been a small, childish tease at first; intended to only tick you out a little bit, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop after having seen your reactions. Taking it further and further, until touching on a particularly sensitive subject to you, which was the reason of her current situation. What probably made this worse was that you never mentioned anything that she talked about to her— all of it found through her own stalking, making you all the more irked.

It was dumb of her, she knew, but seeing you like this was...exciting.

She hadn’t known you as the type to put your hands on others; seeing you as a more passive person from the research she did. Although it seemed she was able to get you to switch up upon pushing you far enough. This all exceeded beyond what she knew you to be, and she wanted more. She wanted to break your shell. She wanted you to break down; cry, attack her, yell at her. Anything.

Estonia watched as you seemed to calm down after a while of you just looking at her, trying to regain yourself; taking deep breaths and slowly letting your fist fall. It took a moment until you fully decided on letting the other go; throwing her back with a huff and scooting away until you were fully distanced from her.

She stifled another laughter, careful not to anger you again. Of course you weren’t capable of hurting her in the end.

It was strange. One would usually find themselves panicking in such a horrifying situation; having little to no way out and being so high up from the ground... but Latvia couldn’t help but find this pleasing.

She loved how everything looked like from so high up; from the beautiful sun and the fluffy looking clouds, which she almost felt like she would be able to touch if it weren’t for the bubble keeping her in— to the pretty birds that flew past every so often.

It felt magical. Plus, she really liked birds!

The ground wasn’t so bad to look at either. It was nearly funny; everything that felt so big before starting to feel small, smaller than she was.

And most of all; she loved that you were here with her, keeping her by your side and not even protesting whenever she went onto your for hugs and cuddles. She didn’t know if it was because you thought she was scared— but it didn’t really matter, did it? At least she was able to be all close to you, not having to worry about being taken apart from you nor any competition that could possibly sweep in at any moment.

...Latvia hated competition. She hated how they thought they were able to just take you away with no regard of how she felt, ignoring her, trampling all over her feelings just because they saw her as weak. Which was why she appreciated this more, knowing that it was just you and her now, with no other interference.

#SOBS GIF SHORTAGE #Germany’s part was purely made by the fact that I want to lay on her lap #like #hello?? maam pls marry me #yandere #yandere hetalia #yanderecore #yandere axis #yandere baltics #yandere nyotalia #yandere nyo Italy #Yandere nyo Germany #Yandere nyo Japan #yandere nyo Romano #yandere nyo lithuania #yandere nyo estonia #yandere nyo latvia

[blackevermore]

x Once Upon A Dream

Summary: Ivan’s dreams can be soft, they can be warm, they can leave a smile on his face. And sometimes he has nightmares that are a haunting reminder to his past. But tonight he will dream of something beautiful

Notes: I got the idea for this story while reading Historical Hetalia and it was suppose to go a different route but I guess I wanted something cute and fluffy.

Word Count: 3, 508

Ivan had many dreams that he could and couldn’t remember. Dreams that he wished he could hold on to and stay in and never awaken from. He had dreams where his house was full of life and familiar faces. Dreams of people he hasn’t seen in years sitting casually in his sitting room enjoying their time. He even had dreams of people he couldn’t recall the names of but he knew they were important, so much so, he would hug them tight and welcome them home. But just like every good dream, there are nightmares waiting to have its turn. And Ivan wasn’t mentally capable of keeping them away long enough. The one he hated the most was of him as a young nation running in the dead of winter through the woods. He never knew what was chasing him, he could never figure it out, he had so many ‘what if’s’ but not enough closure. So when he flinches awake in the bitter cold of his bedroom sweating and panting he forgets that now he isn’t alone. Trying to catch his breath and calm himself down he realizes it’s so cold inside his room he can see his breath, and the body beside him is starting to stir awake. 

When he can feel the shaking in his chest settle he kicks over his feet and leaves the bed. The cold will follow him and leave her alone. He grabs a robe to cover himself despite being able to handle a slight dip in temperature. But this cold is different, it freezes him from the inside, it’s near his heart. His heart? Ivan rams a hand up to his chest to feel if something is missing, again. It’s there, still inside and nested, he was grateful he wouldn’t have to go back into his bedroom to find it. He continues through the large halls of his home till he finds the kitchen. He shouldn’t drink in the late hours but it’s what he knows to make the shivering stop. With a bottle of vodka in one hand and a glass in the other, he goes to his favourite spot. The old brown leather chair has been in the same spot for years upon years. A few have sat in the chair prior to him but it was Ivan that called the chair his favourite. It was comfortable, broken in, and still supported the bad spots in his back. Before Ivan can claim his spot he starts a fire and stands too close for mortal comfort. It’s warm on his hands and his face, for now, it is his small ounce of summer.

Once in the chair, Ivan wastes no time opening his bottle and pour one...two...three glasses and downing them all with ease. His throat burns, a feeling he had been cutting back on for a few months, he misses it, the pain, it was a friendly reminder of things. He closes his eyes and sighs as the warmth inside his body starts to blend with the warmth from the fire. The cold that loomed over him slowly starts to fade away and he’s shoulder relax. For many many years, he’s hated the cold and everything it stood for. He’s hated the general, the famine, the dryness, the destruction, the loneliness, and of course the death. He could count on his fingers and toes how many times he nearly lost his mind to the siren’s call of frostbite, to unhappily awaken to his commands dead beside him instead of him joining them. Ivan was envious and petty and cursed them for leaving him behind. But deep down he was glad they could finally rest in peace. He wanted their peace. Nights like those were common then as night like these were common now. Less reckless and catastrophic but common none the less as he nursed himself with vodka.

The fire beside him became fiercely and it was comforting, it was almost like a gentle lullaby. He had two more glasses before he realized the bottle was gone, not even a drop made it past his lips. Satisfied yet disappointed in how hasty he was, he put his glass and bottle beside his chair and shifted to get even more comfortable in his seat. Once he found the right spot he crossed his hands in front of him and watched the flames. The silence only lasted for a moment as it started to remind him how empty he house actually was. The life that once occupied it was gone and every night was filled with mind-twisting silence. So he began to hum a tone that randomly came into his head, then he started to sing. Not many people knew Ivan could sing, only those that ever stayed in his house knew he would randomly break out into song when he was in a good mood. Which wasn’t a lot despite the constant smile he wore around everyone. The Baltics could really range themselves depending on if they heard him humming or singing while he worked around his house.

As his voice filled the room he was in, he slowly began to slip into a comfortable sleep. With a few more notes on his tongue and the melody fading in his ears, Ivan fell asleep unsure if he would have a dream or a nightmare.

Ivan was a child standing in the doorway of his bedroom crying. He didn’t know why he was crying nor could he stop the tears that fell to his feet. As he tried to wipe away the few that lingered on his face but they seem to gather faster than his little hand could manage. A pair of hands wrapped themselves around him and soon Ivan was held up in the air then pressed again someone’s side. He looked up through his tears and saw a beautiful woman with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes that looked like his sister’s.

“Why do you cry, my child?” She said. Ivan shook his head and hung it in shame. The woman chuckled and placed a finger under his chin to raise his head. She then began to wipe his tears and they stayed away unlike before. She kisses his head and pulls him in close and walks away from the room. Ivan couldn’t stop himself from snuggling into her and feeling safe. This woman was familiar, from very long ago, this woman he knew of but couldn’t remember her name. He didn’t care, not when he felt warm in her arms, he could think about her name later as long as he got to stay where he was. Soon the woman stopped walking and patted his back lightly. Ivan pulled away from his spot against her and looked up towards her then around. They were in his dining room and his sisters sat at the table. The woman sat him down in a chair in front of his sisters then smoothed his hair down. Ivan watched as she vanished through a doorway the turned back towards his sisters who were now older. He knew their country names but something inside him told him not to call them that. Ukraine was Yekaterina and Belarus was Natalya, they weren’t countries as they sat at the table, they were people who lived forever, or so he thought. Yekaterina was telling him something that seemed important by the way her eyebrows knotted. He couldn’t hear her and it worried him that she would think he didn’t care. He cared, he cared so much more than he ever made an effort to show her. When she finished she looked like she was going to cry and rose from her seat. 

She came towards him and hugged him, “I’ll be back, I promise, I won’t be gone for long. I love you, Ivan.” He finally heard her voice and he smiled and hugged her back. A feeling inside him told him this goodbye was a lot different than the one he heard when she left before. This goodbye meant she would be back before he could actually miss her. When they pulled away it wasn’t the face of his eldest sister anymore staring back at him. Instead, it was his youngest sister trying her hardest to hold back her tears. She now looked as old as she did in current times, her dazzling beauty was evident. 

“Why do you have to go? Why can’t you stay home first then go? Why can’t I come with you? I want to come with you.” Always so determined to have her way when it came to her brother, Natalya held onto her brother with a death grip.

“I’ll be back before you know it, Talya, I’ll be home for the holidays.” Ivan managed to get his sister’s grip loose on his jacket and he kissed her knuckles before kissing her forehead. Natalya seemed to let her defences go and slowly back away from Ivan. Then the woman from before -- Kievan Rus, his mother, he finally remembers her -- she came to him now as an old woman with long silver hair braided into a bun and traditional clothes. He now towered over her but it meant nothing when she pulled him down to her level to hold him in a tight hug. She whispered prayers into his ear and told him to have a safe journey. Ivan had no idea where he was going but he knew that he had to go or he’d be late getting there. He kissed his mother’s cheek then pulled away so he could grab his bags and began to walk away towards nothing. As things started to fade into white the brightness from the sky became blinding. He stopped walking and rose a hand to cover his eyes a bit. As he stood there for a moment trying to figure out why it was so bright the world around changed along with his clothes. He finally looked back down and he was standing in a courtyard surrounded by only a few people. 

He knew everyone that occupied the space, he knew them whether he had met them a few times or casually. They seemed to be doing something which confused him as he felt they were all late. Everyone was dressed in a matching uniform that bore the logo of the school they were at. Ivan didn’t remember ever going to school in his life but he felt like this was correct in a way. He even felt as if everyone here were friendly with one along despite events that had happened in all of their lives. 

“Heeeey...Ivaaaaaan...Earth to Ivaaaan. Dude, come on!” Ivan snapped his neck to the side and saw America, Alfred, standing there snapping his fingers in his face. Ivan felt the pull to reach out and strangle the other for doing so but he swallowed it and put on a smile. Alfred was his friend after all, right? “Dude I’ve been trying to get you attention for a while. You just stopped walking all of a sudden and looked up. You good?” Ivan wanted to tell America he was fine and that it was nothing but the words never made it out. All he could do was nod and smile, Alfred still seemed concerned but left it alone as he went back to rambling about his weekend. Ivan took a moment to gather himself before following the bubbly American into the school. When he pushed passed the door someone ran into him and stumbled passed him. They gave a quick apology and hurried on their way. Ivan couldn’t even catch a glance of the person as they quickly ran out the door, all he saw was messy braids bouncing as they ran. When he turned around he was now in another building. This building was the grant meeting lobby that he normally stood in before the UN began. He looked around and saw he was actually standing in a half circle amongst people he could possibly consider a friend. Francis was telling Arthur about the new interns that were finally coming to the meeting with them. Arthur shook his head and said something about not needing help. Ivan knew this conversation, he heard it a year ago while at a meeting, but this time he knew he wasn’t a country, none of them were. They were people, humans that worked for their countries. A weird sense of happiness bubbled in Ivan’s stomach as he felt a weird sense of freedom. 

“So Ivan what do you think of this whole intern business? Silly, isn’t it?” Arthur asked Ivan, who had to remember what was being said. 

“Da,” he finally had control over his voice and it felt refreshing to hear himself. Being silent for so long was secretly starting to worry him.

“See I knew he would agree, we don’t need help during a job we’ve been doing for the past seven years.” Arthur threw his hands up dramatically and rolled his eyes. Seven years? Only seven? Centuries Ivan though in his head, centuries of listening to the world problems and either ignoring them or doing something about them.

“He only agrees with you because he chose to opt out of the program, just like I did.” Yao waved his hand in the air and shook his head. Ivan turned his eyes towards Yao and smiled. Yao was the oldest friend he had, for a while he was the only friend he had until the turn of the age. 

“Even when there is an adorable darling sitting next to you?” Francis threw his hand up to his forehead to fake faint before winking towards Arthur, who shot him a look of disgust and turned away. Just then the sound of a very loud American filled the hall alongside a very concerned voice following behind him. Ivan saw the duo of noise come strolling in but quickly his eyes fixed on the woman that stood beside Alfred. Everyone else seemed to notice too but it was Francis that saw what Ivan saw. 

The French man stepped around the group behind Ivan, “Even if they are the apple of your eye?” Francis' voice started to fade away like the wind blowing past Ivan. Now he was standing outside a cafe with his hands in his pocket caressing a box. He was waiting for someone to come out of the cafe and it made him so anxious. He was so worried about what they would say and how they would react. He had been planning this for months, he talked it over with his mother and his sisters. He even told his friends about it, Alfred was hesitant at first but he soon gave the Russian bear the green light.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Ivan, I had to use the bathroom.” The girl in front of him was Melpomene, Mel for short, his girlfriend. He held up a hand to tell her she was fine, his voice was once again gone. Mel smiled at him and nodded and began to walk away. Ivan felt his nervousness raise and the air in his lungs hitch, he threw out a hand and grabbed her gently to pull her back. As he spun her back around he fell to one knee and pulled out the box. But now Mel was dressed in a beautiful white dress crying as Ivan slid the ring onto her finger.

“I do.” They said at the same time and crowns were placed on their heads in Russian tradition. Ivan leaned in to have his kiss from her and it felt just like first time he did it. They quickly started walking down the aisle as all their friends congratulated them and gave them blessings for a bright future. Ivan couldn’t take his eyes off Mel as his heart felt like it was going to fall out of his chest. He held a hand up to his chest just in case, he felt high on life, happier than he ever did. He felt that his life was going on the course it was supposed to go on. Mel turned to him beaming just as much as he was and she leaned in to kiss him again. When they pulled away Ivan saw Mel’s mouth starting to move but he couldn’t hear her. He knotted his brows hoping she would repeat herself and she playfully rolled her eyes.

“We’re having a boy.”

“But I wanted a girl.” Ivan responded playfully and the world around them changed again as they now stood facing each other back in his home in an empty bedroom.

“Ivan.” Mel playful pushed his shoulder but it did nothing considering how tall and strong he was.

“Any child is fine. As long as I can hear their laughter in the halls and their joy through the walls. I will happily bear them all.” Ivan says as he places his hand on Mel’s already giant stomach and kisses her cheek. Mel kisses him back and pats his hand before pulling away and waddling out the room. Ivan smiled as he watched her leave then he turned around to face out the window as he caught the first sign of snow. Normally he would be a bit off by the first snowfall, but now he welcomed it. 

“Ivan? Ivan where are you?” An old woman's voice called out to him from the hallway. Ivan turned around just as he heard the soft footsteps enter the room. He knew the old woman in front of him was Mel even with the wrinkles and silver hair. She looked even more graceful as she did when she was younger. Wiser. Softer. Full of so much life and stories. So many memories that he knew all about because he was there. She was human. Mel made her way towards him and took his hand into hers and rubbed circles.

“Do you think everyone will make it home for the holidays?” Ivan’s voice was older and softer. He didn’t have to see to know the face he had now was that of an old man.

“I’m sure they will, they always do.” Mel smiled and Ivan hummed as he agreed with her. He turned towards the window once more to see that the sun was now setting and the snow was now settled. He smiled and turned back towards Mel and kissed her. But when he felt her lips they felt real, they felt like they were beyond the world he was in. When Ivan pulled away everything started to blur around him except Mel. She only smiled and rose a hand to his cheek. Ivan nestled into her palm and let out a big sigh, he didn't want this to end. He knew this was a dream, a very good dream he didn’t want to wake up from. He had finally lived his life and was an old man with a beautiful wife and a family that was coming home for the holidays. But as he held on to what was left of the dream he started to come back into reality. 

“I love you so much, Любимая моя,” Ivan whispers.

“I love, Ivan. Now wake up.” Mel’s voice echoed around him and Ivan finally stirred from his sleep. Mel was standing beside him holding his face. She was wrapped in a heavy blanket and smiling as sweetly as she always did when greeting him in the morning. The fire had gone out hours ago and the sun peered through the curtains in front of the tall windows. Ivan took hold of Mel's hand feeling how warm and real she felt compared to her dream self. Ivan kissed her palm countless times before he pulled her down and captured her lips.

“I could have stayed up with you.” Mel tells him as they pull away and Ivan makes it too his feet to stretch, a pop coming from his back then a heavy sigh.

“You needed to stay in bed where it was warm. I was fine by myself.” Ivan ensured her then took her hand into his as they walked towards the kitchen to start breakfast.

“But you’re not alone, Ivan, not anymore.” Mel leaned into his arm and Ivan leant down and kissed her head. She was right. But he knew how things would end in the long run. His dream was the most beautiful dream he had ever had and he wished for nothing more than it to become real. He wanted to grow old and die with the ones he loved. He wanted a family and a hall filled with children and people. But he knew what it coasted to be greedy so he swallowed his dream and kept it tucked in his heart. Mel was right here, right now, and Ivan’s heart was content with that. Ivan could feel the spring inching closer the more he embraced what he had. Mother Russia was becoming warm once again.

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[dreamlikeapsycho]

I saw the max facts (pun intended 😂) you did for that question a while ago. So I was wondering if maybe you could tell us some more facts about Max it doesn’t have to be anything too detailed but anything you know would be nice to know, pretty please 😊

Okay... RANDOM FACTS ABOUT MAX - PART 2

I went on deep analysis mode this time to try and say all of Max's little nice and cute moments I know of.. Pls take notice, tho!! I'm not trying to flex or anything, I'm just a simple peasant girl on Maximilian's kingdom for a long time and it happens I have FBI blood in my veins 😭 so It's all gather on my brain and hard drive lol SO! I'm just answering this ask with a lot of thought and care so you can know more about Max and how he is even more awesome than you think!!! (And just in text form, cause Max doesn't need to be tagged on more personal stuff on IG (there’s too much illegal fishing at my tumblr pond already! 👏). It’s probably weird to know certain things, yes, but at least I'm respectful, I'll never bother him with this kind of stuff). Well, enjoy the bible below to end up knowing very little about him, still haha.. Just some more small facts.

- Max was at a barbecue just yesterday. It was someones birthday from the set of his new movie. He drank his beer, like usual, idk about the meat.. there was wurst and chicken.. I'm not sure if he's trying to be a vegetarian or not (after that thoughtful video he posted) 🤔.. maybe he didn't eat it, I don't know!!

- a little while before the start of this shooting, he was at the Baltic Sea filming for the series he's gonna be in (just one episode again! Don't get your hopes too high lol he's gonna be a security guard who disappears mysteriously, so....)

- He helped his friend renovate his house a few weeks ago!! How could I forget that on the first post.. Then, he had to go to Hesse for the movie shooting, and his friend had to call another friend to come help him lmao damn

I think I could describe some videos I have then... at least there's some cool and funny stuff. (Friends himself tagged in the past and cast friends)

- Max's dad went to the same uni as him. Also, he voiced a police officer on the phone in a short film Max wrote and directed all by himself (he didn't act on it, but he was also another police officer over the phone haha). Another thing, his dad made the official music for one of his plays.

- The falafel day.. his friend was taking a piss filming Max at the shop from afar and zooming in, saying "omg, guys! I found Noah from Dark! He's right there buying falafel" lmao, then, Max is just standing there looking all wonderful with his perfect hair and such, moving his hands, scratching his chin, ordering his food, and his friend talks some more, doing like a rough Max voice "yeah yeah, I'll have that one. Good, yeah". 😂

- the day he went to take a walk in nature. His friend asks him for a cigarette, he is denied, he goes to take it anyway, Max slams his cup of tea on the table and tries to take his cigarette back and it's all black and they're just laughing lmao (I love his laugh btw, so giggly!)

There was storys posted by Max himself.. so, maybe you saw it, but it's from before dark s3 came out.

- The pigeon storys. He filmed two pigeons chasing each other at the station, one always running from the other and he captioned "me trying to flirt" haha

- He screen recorded an ad for an app that deletes people from pictures and made some joke too, I can't remember exactly what he wrote, smt like "when you break up, but still wants to keep the picture" lol also, he unfollowed like 5 people that week after posting that... hm 👀

- he posted a video of him walking in the dark with really cold wind.. you can only see his hair flying around. Also, with a mask on, another chasing a cat in a big field, and that one drinking his coffee and eating his yogurt (you most likely saw it already)

- Ohh.. His friend was playing Max's drums the other day!!! Made a lot of jokes, it was obvious he was messing around in Max's room (maybe they live together, maybe he just waters the plants lol idk). Some of the jokes were "I've been playing this drums since 1921" and "the drums and me are a perfect pair, don't ever believe otherwise". I wonder what Max said to him.. he can't do anything about it, he's not in Berlin hahah. He has a little giraffe in his room, and other home decors (you can see it on his drumming video on his own IG)

- he likes to read on longer train rides.

- there's a video of him screaming inside a wardrobe after being jumped by a friend and one of him putting lipstick on with the song "I'm a sexy motherfucker" playing in the background hehe we was tagged, it was easy to find when there wasn't much tagged post.

- There's moments of ppl filming something/themselves and he just comes and photobombs it lol he is just like thiss 👏 showing his tongue and doing a funny face and such. One of those I saw it on the IG of a Das Boot cast member I actually already followed before.

- this group was such a blast. There's a few pictures, one of them he's in a dress, he has white stockings on til his thighs, heels and all haha lovely

- His improv-group.. he was almost in tears singing "I believe I can fly" with the group on their last day.. But he was happy! A mix of emotions. He loves everyone, he expresses his love a lot to people in general, he says it and adds heart emojis to make sure haha you can see his comments going on IG of his cast friends, especially from Das Boot (I followed a lot of the guys). So, about always commenting something funny on people's posts.. I didn't saved those, so I forgot most of it, but one I remember was that someone posted a video of a hailstorm and he was like "what are u doing, free ice!! Go grab them" hahaha

- Max has that Noah picture where he's peaking by a wall (you know that one Baran posted) printed and framed! 👏

- Things he’s pretty much always with: his backpack and his big headphones (it's always on his neck. At almost every picture, from every year, with different people etc. I was confused when he had normal headphones at his farm storys. Maybe he forgot them in Berlin 😭. Besides those, his rings, necklaces and bracelets (always, for years and years! Same ones, even). He uses frequently on premieres, as I saw it. Sometimes they also show up on his characters in his one-episode works!! Hahah is so nice when that happens. You can notice this on my screencaps.

- that pic of him that is everywhere now (with glasses, holding a bottle of champagne), I posted that months ago.. There's 2 more pics and 1 video. One pic, he is pretending the automatic lighter that's on the table is a Harry Potter wand (but I think I cropped the table, right.. I can't remember). This was actually posted by Max himself and he tagged his friend who took it. I went to see if they posted smt and there was a picture where he is literally biting the cork of that bottle off with his teeth Lmaoo, and one video.. he is talking on the phone trying to block the view with his feet.. this man!!

- he really doesn't care about buying too much unnecessary clothes and shoes and stuff. He is mindful of his things and the environment!! 

- there's a video of him on the set of Der Zauberlehrling, I need to recall where I got that from (maybe I could share this one. I'm not sure), he is messing with the broom and someone asks him "hey Max, what's that animal?" and points to the fluffy microphone. He says "it's a fucked up coala bear" (in english) 😂

Again.. I can't say names or anything, cause ppl are not mindful! Like.. I know I'm probably weird, but only for myself and my FBI office LOL I don't go over there and follow/reply to all these people’s posts and storys or take their videos and tag Max on them, this is just not.... nah. I'll always be respectful (yeah, some older stuff has gifs, cause he had like 10k followers, and 5 fans on tumblr lol But i never sent/tag him in anything personal directly.. that’s why i only posted on tumblr for the past year, in fact! I never thought things would be the way they are now a year later.. so, newer stuff it's not posted/gif nor ever will). I don't want him to be weirded out and like, disappear from IG!! I think about these things.. when people are being weird and stuff towards him. I don’t know how ppl don’t think about this when tagging him recklessly in random pictures and videos!!!

I wish he had more interviews, so we could know more proper stuff about him. (The few interviews he has are translated on my IG highlight. There's still an 8min interview missing there, cause I'm contemplating about being more of a bother to german speaking people, since I only have basic german..

#q

[cooltrainererika]

Alt-Lithuania Concept Art

I said I would write an introduction for Alt-Liet, but then I thought I could maybe do it in picture form instead! After all I would get less distracted that way probably, and show how he would look in my stories too! Consider this my first actual concept art (?).

(I’m sorry for the lack of posts. But I almost have another fic done. It’s just that these past few weeks have been emotionally hectic due to my councilor of 2 years leaving yesterday. I do hope to get the rest done today and after my dentist appointment tomorrow. Hopefully I’ll be able to submit more art too, but I overestimate myself.)

More description under the cut!

I’m not so sure on a lot of things yet, but here’s my ideas for him and his possible personality. Also I tried copying Hima’s style a bit but that was a bit hard (and I can’t draw chibi it seems). Especially in color. Also damn you eraser burn- And I wish I could get the ash grey shade I wanted for the hair... looks like I brought bad quality colored pencils. And I got a bit lazy at the end. And it’s a bit off-model. Yay.

Mainly I wanted to see if I could halve the length of his hair and change his eye color and his personality and still make him resemble Liet. And... I might have succeeded? Idk. But I think I did to an extent. Though I swear at times he started to resemble Switzerland or Hong Kong or even Japan. Or a Team Rocket Grunt. Though that’s probably a good thing since those definitely don’t look girly. Or even Adult!Red from Pokemon or Link. 

But to explain: the hair is shortened due to the fact that his canon haircut would definitely get him labeled gay in his culture. I even saw a post on Quora specifically mentioning that long-haired guys are almost never seen there. ...Though I definitely struggled with how short or long his sideburns should be. Sideburns, especially huge ones, have long been a symbol of masculine hotbloodedness in anime (and I find nice, fluffy ones really cute), but I think I made them a bit too long so he still looks a bit girly/a bit too much like a rockstar... as for eye color, I heard that grey-blue eyes are common in the Baltic region, and they can be very striking, which depending on the direction I go with his character would be very fitting. But I might go with a pale greyish teal, invoking his forests. Both can give him a mysterious feel, something I also want to incorporate into his character. That’s why his face is shaded so heavily here (and why his eyes lack visible pupils) btw; I thought they would really bring out the pale eyes and give that mysterious, even slightly unsettling effect. Though since I also heavily shade Finland and Russia’s faces I might be overusing the idea. Just not jade green, since Hima overuses that color when that color is very rare in general, even in places where light eyes are common. 

One thing I know for sure about Alt-Liet; he’s a pretty bad alcoholic. Nowadays probably even worse than Russia. Hence the ubiquitous bottles of mead and that one little drawing of him blacked out. He definitely gets “Oh, your capital is Riga, right?” or “Oh, you’re... Latvia?” a lot, to the point it’s basically his Berserk Button lol (Also included a reference here no one reading this would probably get). The “blyat” here because his curse words are... not very strong. And unfortunately by modern day he’d be aware of it so he wouldn’t go around shouting “Green rue!” or “Gritty flour!” when he stubs his toe or gets cut in traffic (Yes, really). I’m not sure whether he’d be as (apparently) fashion blind as his canon counterpart or actually be the least fashionably questionable of the three Baltics, since I may have heard the latter would be more accurate, but I wouldn’t be surprised if a lot of Lithuanian men are as blasé about their clothing as most Eastern European men are.

I’m thinking I would draw his teeth to look kind of jagged to give him a somewhat wild vibe. And combined with his rough hair as a child it would give him a “Wild Child” look. 

Also have an earlier version too. Changed because an intended “game” face looked too scary.

I feel bad for adding the cap. Oh well. 

#aphlietweek2020 #hws lithuania #aph lithuania #my art #alt-talia #alt-talia concept art

[freshmeatfriday]

Fresh Meat Friday ROUND UP

Hello dear Fannibals, and welcome to Fresh Meat Friday’s Roundup post for the end of March 2018! This post gathers all the recs posted on Tumblr this month under the #Fresh Meat Friday tag so they’re in one easy-to-find place. Many thanks to all who took part and congratulations to our rec’d creators! Until next time, stay hungry!

Just a quick reminder: Tumblr is often rude and doesn’t show us every rec, no matter how hard we try to find them!  If we missed yours, just send us an ask with the information and/or a link to the post, and we’ll get it on next month’s round up. :)

Giveaway Update: winners of our 1K Giveaway will be announced tomorrow!

Fic

@beatricenius rec’d by @copperore for Home “If, like myself, you live for the post S3 emotional push and pull, this fic is for you! The dialogue is moving and cutting, the smut heartfelt and a little bit vicious. Just perfect!

Zigzagwanderer rec’d by @fhimechan for Tomorrow Was Our Golden Age  “After the fall, Hannibal and Will live in a remote Baltic island while they navigate their relationship. Each story is a short lyrical piece of their life together, sometimes with a promise of violence, sometimes fluffy, always beautifully written.”

Zigzagwanderer was also rec’d by @fragile-teacup for Love is a Journey, not a Destination and Tomorrow Was Our Golden Age  “If you love beautiful, sensual Hannigram fic with a healthy dollop of angst and a huge amount of heart, then please, PLEASE give this writer a look.”

@andiemerizein rec’d by @diea-kierlyn for All for the Best “Tech problems! Mutual pining! Soccer! Ice cream! Mads’ legs! Hugh’s butt in tight bike shorts! Adorably awkward nerds! All in the California sun! Give this rare pair a chance and encourage a brand new writer who is full of great ideas!”

@strangestorys rec’d by @niakantorka for Landscape Change “Don’t we all need more Digestivo fix-its? This one is really lovely and was written for the Hannigram Holiday Exchange 2016.”

@helly-watermelonsmellinfellon rec’d by @hannibalsimago for L'amour vainqueur et la vie opportune “ The emotions and characterization is spot on. I read it three times in a row because I couldn’t get the music out of my head. It weaves throughout the story.”

@thecountessolivia rec’d by @thenecronon for Funeral of Flowers “It’s a daring AU set in 1800s Venice, and is exactly as lush and vivid as you’d expect it to be. @thecountessolivia takes us into an sensuous, mysterious world while maintaining all the integrity of the characters we love.”

@genufa rec’d by @pka42 for Black Swan “I mean, guys, Hannibal is a majestic af black swan. What more do you want?”

@aametis rec’d by @shukky for Scars “It’s an emotionally driven Post Fall fic with lots of great porn where Will deals with the fact that he is in love with Hannibal and eventually finds a way to connect to him again...the atmosphere in this fic is absolutely breathtaking and sucks you right into their quiet little cabin.”

@thecountessolivia rec’d by @crystalusagi for The Boy from the Market “This is so good and manages to be sexy despite not (yet) having any actual sex. It’s also slightly angsty and tense and psychologically thrilling, and just. Go read this now, because jealous!Will is just lovely in this.”

@diea-kierlyn rec’d by @crystalusagi for A Preference for Blood “The author manages to infuse so much characterization and so much story into what is (as of now) only 3,000 words, and it’s amazing.”

@crystalusagi rec’d by @tiggymalvern for Whatever Happens “Less then two thousand works, and she packs in so much pathos, deviousness and eroticism as Hannibal takes advantage of Will’s desperation. It’s brutal and perfect.”

@virdant rec’d by @kinkodon for As the Plant Never Blooms “I highly recommend @virdant ’s hanahaki AU Hannibal fic which I find fantastic because hanahaki is humorous to me, floral based dishes are ranked highly to me, and also because the scene of Hannibal daintily making candied violets and roses is super cute.”

boycoffin by @victorineb for If I Tell You I Love You “Some fics create a world that you never want to leave, and this is very much one of them. The Beau Morgue is a gorgeously-rendered setting, glamorous and sinister, but with a family of warm, funny, hugely engaging characters at its core.”

Art

@mooseydoodles rec’d by @redfivewritingby “Let me tell you about how much I love @mooseydoodles Galen/Krennic art for @freshmeatfriday! Mad’s cheeks look sharp enough to cut through a planet.  I love the detailing of the hair too.”

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