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u should do more rusame bondage if u want 😽 cuz they were so cutesy last time u did
"Ah. So you have read."
"I skimmed," Alfred repeated.
"You're a fan," Ivan teased.
"I'm—look. I mean, I'm here, you're here, we have the ropes already, why not…you know…"
"I'd very much enjoy suspending you from my ceiling."
Alfred's mother used to tell him it was impolite to stare. She'd be aghast by his rudeness now as he gawked at his neighbor.
But surely openly stating your sexual kinks like that was even more improper.
"Um-"
"For research," Ivan added. "I've yet to bind someone like you."
"Like me?" Alfred adjusted his tank top. Was his binder super obvious? Was his voice too high? What about him screamed disaster transsexual that needed immediate rope therapy?
"As tall as you," Ivan clarified.
"Oh."
"And fit."
Alfred felt himself blush. "Well, I do work out."
"I can tell. You're clearly filled with vanity."
The blush shifted from infatuated pink to infuriated red. Alfred's retorts stuck in his throat.
"So will you allow me this honor? I need to map out the logistics for my next book."
"You mean the smut you write." Maybe Alfred just wanted to offend him back, but Ivan nodded, seemingly unfazed. Alfred's shoulders slumped, voice more dazed than enthusiastic. "Sure, man. Why not?"
"Perfect."
"When?"
"Now would be ideal."
Before Alfred could consider any danger, he found himself being ushered into the erotica author's modest home. It smelled of cinnamon, of baked goods, of safety. Home.
Not of barely planned bondage.
And yet when Ivan took him into the living room, aside from cozy sofas and arm chairs with plush pillow decor, Alfred could see several lengths of rope, chains, and other sexual paraphernalia he hardly knew how to identify.
Alfred gulped. "You knew I'd say yes?" Or did he normally decorate like this?
"You seem curious. I thought it smart to be prepared for the best case."
"My saying yes is best case?"
"Oh, absolutely." Ivan picked up some of the rope. "I need to perfect this scene and your help will be of the utmost importance. I do not want to write subpar—smut? You called it smut, yes?"
"I mean, I'm sure it's really good smut."
"You're sure? You have never read?"
Alfred didn't know how to answer that. When he'd first met Ivan, and found out his career, of course he'd gone onto Amazon to see what sort of work he published. And of course he'd bought out his entire catalogue.
And of course he'd masturbated furiously to it over the length of the weekend it took him to consume the 7 books currently out on the market.
"I mean, I've skimmed," He finally said.
Ivan smiled. It was too knowing a smile. Alfred shifted from foot to foot, then started to shrug off his bomber jacket.
"Do I need to, like, take off my clothes, or-"
"However is most comfortable for you."
None of this was comfortable for Alfred. He stared at Ivan, and Ivan's expression softened.
"You can keep your clothes on," He said, a bit more clearly. "I'll simply work around them."
"Oh. Okay." Why did he feel almost disappointed by that?
Ivan started with his arms, directing them behind his back and looping them together. He seemed unsatisfied, readjusting a few times, before he finally started to bind them fully. Alfred felt his shoulders roll into a more accommodating position, as Ivan looped length after length of rope.
"Who taught you how to tie like this?" Alfred asked. "Do they have Boy Scouts in Russia?"
Ivan laughed softly. "I had a mentor, when I was in my early 20s."
"How old are you?"
"Not in my early 20s."
"Yeah, I gathered that. But how old-" He gasped as the rope dug in, completing his helpless position.
Ivan dropped down to his knees, beginning to use another length of rope to start binding up his legs. "Does it matter?"
"I guess not. I'm just making small talk."
"Maybe I should test gags on you too. It's not like you're in any position to stop me."
Maybe that should have been menacing. Alfred simply rolled his eyes. "When I was in my early 20s, I was taking chemistry classes and learning how to flirt with seniors. Not learning bondage."
"And how old are you?" Ivan mocked. "Your mid 20s now?"
"I…yeah, I guess. I'm 24—hey, wait, why did I answer? You didn't answer me."
"You have a very submissive nature." Ivan's tone sounded jovial, but Alfred burned red all the same.
"I do not!"
"I am the professional here, I think I would know."
"And I've been myself for twenty four years, I think I would know best actually."
Ivan finished binding Alfred's ankles firmly together. "You're going to honestly lie to me in my own home?"
"I'll do whatever I want, pal. Except, apparently, walk away. So who was this mentor of yours? Houdini?"
Ivan picked Alfred up, throwing him over his shoulder. The feeling was almost magical, until he deposited him onto his stomach upon the couch. Alfred grunted a little, turning his face to try to look at Ivan, but Ivan was already starting to hog tie him, binding his bound ankles and wrists together. "This would be easier without the clothes," He said. Sweat had started to collect on Ivan's forehead, but Alfred didn't know if this was from excitement or from heavy lifting.
It was embarrassing either way, or perhaps Alfred's own mixed emotions would only allow him to acknowledge the embarrassment aspect. Other lengths of rope began to go around his midsection. Alfred suspected these were to help support his weight, to keep him from hurting himself once he suspended from the hooks currently stabbed into Ivan's ceiling.
"Well, you should have had your boyfriend help you."
"I have no boyfriend."
"No literary guys showing interest?"
"I'm more interested in boys who know chemistry and like to flirt with seniors."
The flirtation wasn't lost on Alfred. He bit his lip for just a moment, turning his face towards the pillow on the couch, before he said breathlessly, "Well-"
But Ivan was already lifting him again. This time, he started hiking the ends of the ropes to the ceiling. "I should have utilized some of the chains as well," He grunted from the weight of Alfred. But somehow, someway he managed to suspend him all the same, Alfred's weight danging from the ceiling hooks and the ropes spread about his body.
He stared at the ground, body swaying just slightly back and forth. Alfred's heart pounded, as Ivan moved away, grabbing a notebook off his coffee table. He watched as Ivan began scribbling some notes into it, looking up at him occasionally, before returning to his writing.
"Did…did I help?" Alfred managed to ask.
"Oh yes," Ivan said, looking down at his own writing and adding a few more lines. "Your body has marvelous heft to it. It will translate well to my prose."
"Oh. Good to, uh, good to hear it." Alfred wriggled against the rope, not so much to free himself, but just test if he was able to. He didn't think he could, at least not without thoroughly destroying the other's ceiling in the process. He sighed, letting himself hang limp for a moment. "Now what?"
"Now I'm going to grab myself a drink. You are fine waiting here, yes?"
Alfred stared as Ivan started to walk away. "I guess I don't really have a—hey, wait, you're not really just going to leave me here, right? Ivan? Ivan??"
Ivan had already left the room, but at the calls of his name, he did peek back in. "Yes?"
"I mean, this seems like a waste to just-"
"What did you have in mind?"
"I mean, surely you need more research than—I mean, your books usually go a lot harder than-"
"Ah. So you have read."
"I skimmed," Alfred repeated.
"You're a fan," Ivan teased.
"I'm—look. I mean, I'm here, you're here, we have the ropes already, why not…you know…"
Ivan's smile was unreadable. "I may be able to utilize you for further research," He finally relented. And then started to walk away. "After my drink."
Hello! For the Hetalia ask game I would like to request #8 for Japan.
8. 💞 other than your main ship for them, what's your second favorite?
Hm. That's a tough one. I would have to say, Prussia would be my second choice after England. Come to think of it, I don't have a lot of Japan ships that I really enjoy.
hetalia character asks because i haven't done one of these in so long! send a character (or a few), and a number/emoji! feel free to rb and play along :)
🌍does their personality differ in your portrayal of them in nationverse vs. human aus? if yes, how?
🪞do you have any appearance hcs for them?
🌈 your sexuality & gender hc?
💗if you were to choose a crackship for them, who would it be with?
🌌what's your favourite au you've put them in?
🔍is there something about them you think isn't as recognised as it should be in the fandom? (a personality trait, relationship with another character, historical time period that isn't explored much with them, etc.)
📚 choose one hc about this character to make canon: what would it be?
💞 other than your main ship for them, what's your second favourite?
🏛️what's your favourite time period to put them in?
👎a pet peeve you have about the portrayal of this character (in canon or fanon)?
is gilbert scared of death. or is it more than he even deserves
I don't think he's afraid of death so much as it deeply inconveniences him and (in my lore) reminds him that he is not God's creation and therefor The Big Man Upstairs won't talk to him, so he's just stuck there wallowing alone in the darkness of his own "after"life until his body regenerates one way or another. So the existential despair could hit him but he's not afraid of it, classically. I also don't think the last sentence of the ask fits Gil, the Catholics and the Protestants both did not succeed at instilling a sense of guilt in him big enough for that, although he WOULD agree he doesn't deserve things like forgiveness from others, that's more related to just... awareness of shit he's done and his own kind of childish idea of "well if someone did that shit to me I'd be mad too" even though it doesn't stop him.
In the end I think the only thing scary about death to him would be the "being alone/separated from loved ones" part and that's if they actually die properly, because there are entire comics dedicated to Rome and Germania walking among the living in "retirement", but Templar is super duper dead and gone.
@ook-spam exactly, veggietales rules. No ones going to heaven baby but its not about that, its all for the humans! does this open up an existential chasm? yes! don't worry about it they don't die correctly and their reward is here on earth :)
🤍 For this year's APHNichePairWeek, running from Jun 14-20, the banned ships will be any that has more than a thousand fics on AO3. The off-limits ships are currently as follows:
America/Canada
America/England
America/Russia
Austria/Hungary
Austria/Prussia
Canada/Prussia
China/England
China/Russia
Denmark/Norway
England/France
Finland/Sweden
Germany/Italy
Hungary/Prussia
Lithuania/Poland
Prussia/Russia
Romano/Spain
💚 Discrimination of any kind will not be tolerated. That means no hating on ships, headcanons, tropes, or aus. We’re here because we all remember the halcyon days of fandom and still hold love for our old otps, so we should keep that in mind when interacting with each other and our works
💙 Any type of creation is accepted, be it fanfic, fanart, podfic, playlists, etc. If posting to AO3, please add it to the collection under APHNichePairWeek2026 ! If there’s any troubles with posting, contact the mods!
🤍 All dead dove content must be appropriately tagged – some people want to see it, some would prefer to not see it
💚 The prompts are as following:
Power | Love
Natural Disasters | Change of Seasons
Creating | Hunting
War | Conversation
Fire | Beauty
Travel | Festivity
Death | Home
You can mix and match, you can write one, you can write both! Whatever you do, just make sure it's a niche pair!
🤍 For this year's APHNichePairWeek, running from Jun 14-20, the banned ships will be any that has more than a thousand fics on AO3. The off-limits ships are currently as follows:
America/Canada
America/England
America/Russia
Austria/Hungary
Austria/Prussia
Canada/Prussia
China/England
China/Russia
Denmark/Norway
England/France
Finland/Sweden
Germany/Italy
Hungary/Prussia
Lithuania/Poland
Prussia/Russia
Romano/Spain
💚 Discrimination of any kind will not be tolerated. That means no hating on ships, headcanons, tropes, or aus. We’re here because we all remember the halcyon days of fandom and still hold love for our old otps, so we should keep that in mind when interacting with each other and our works
💙 Any type of creation is accepted, be it fanfic, fanart, podfic, playlists, etc. If posting to AO3, please add it to the collection under APHNichePairWeek2026 ! If there’s any troubles with posting, contact the mods!
🤍 All dead dove content must be appropriately tagged – some people want to see it, some would prefer to not see it
💚 The prompts are as following:
Power | Love
Natural Disasters | Change of Seasons
Creating | Hunting
War | Conversation
Fire | Beauty
Travel | Festivity
Death | Home
You can mix and match, you can write one, you can write both! Whatever you do, just make sure it's a niche pair!
Happy pride month specifically to folks on the asexual and aromantic spectrum who oftentimes feel isolated and left out of the conversation. You belong here as much as the rest of us and I hope that you are all loved in a way that is comforting to you.
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