got tagged by the amazing writers: http://purplepatchwork.tumblr.com, and http://an-old-telephone.tumblr.com/
Thank you so much and I’ll try not to ruin it with a negative comment on my own fics xD and they are probably a few of the ones i like the most…
Rules: List five of your own writings, and give the opening sentence (or paragraph). Tag five people once you’re done.
1. Lust takes it all ( AO3 / tumblr ) amerus, Explicit
“He ran his eyes through the brawny body under heavy garments, long scarf around his neck and through the round pale face focusing on purple glowing orbs that looked through the bar as if memorizing each inch quickly. It was immediate attraction.
On that moment he desired to have that man under him, fighting for life as Alfred defiled his innocence and pale skin. “
2. His eyes ( tumblr ) rusame, Mature
“ “Need a break?” America asks Russia who gives in to a cigarette and Russia nods.
Russia’s eyes are gentle, and America smiles brightly. Things they only do alone.
Soon they are in a cheep room, clean enough to be comfortable and private enough to keep them hidden from the real world for a few hours.”
3. How a nation suffers ( FF.Net ) rusame, T
“ Russia flushed underneath him, parted lips, deep purple peeking beneath half closed lids while sweat drops drew lines on his pale skin. “
4. I see you, I need you, I feel you ( FF.NET ) rusame, rating grows to M
“ It was a terribly beautiful day, the Quidditch tournament was on his peak, the most waited match Gryffindor vs Slytherin; it would be indeed a perfect day if Alfred F. Jones did not suffer a severe concussion and a broken ankle from that same match. “
5. Acta Non Verba ( Tumblr ) rusame, T
“ But Ivan is not that charming but he indeed is a good ballet dancer.
Once, Ivan danced with Alfred and he could feel his feet leaving the ground, floating. He promised to teach him.
He lied. “
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And I’ll tag (so many amazing ones were tagged and I’ll try to tag someone who haven’t done it yet) , http://lisac-thewafflequeen.tumblr.com , http://kleionflight.tumblr.com/ , http://destineytots.tumblr.com/ , http://raindrops-on-summerday.tumblr.com and https://valorikei.tumblr.com/
Warnings: None of their views and mindsets are mine. I am trying to make them as close to the major population mindsets as possible. I do not intend to be offensive either.
I don’t own any character nor make profit with this short story.
Enjoy.
“He’s Kirkland’s prodigy.”
“Younger than usual.” Ivan Braginsky, Russian spy stated in a bored tone.
“Don’t let it fool you Braginsky, you know better that that, yes?” The commanding voice of his superior sounded through the monitor and Ivan nodded.
“Of course, sir.”
“Shoot him down and bring the USB pen. We can’t have this American prodding our businesses.” The again was hidden under the rough tone and Ivan rolled his shoulders ready.
“With pleasure.”
The screen goes off and Ivan starts reading the profile again before burning it. Finally a mission that the young russian’s can’t handle. They only came to him when the stakes were high nowadays but that got boring and Ivan craved the thrills of his profession.
.
Finding Alfred Jones, the American young spy, had been an easy thing.
The American enjoyed to play on the Russian bars and had a rather profound interest for the Russian women. No wonder, Ivan thought, he’s quite handsome and young and the women, well… they don’t know better.
His Russian conceit proved itself dissatisfied with his own people when they were so easily fooled by American people. Ivan would rather protect them shooting the boy there before ruining another Russian girl but he had a mission, standards and he can’t afford to be careless. After all he’s getting older and while it brings him privileges it also means he’s becoming further replaceable at each second.
The American is Alfred Jones; his cover name here is Steve, in Britain Freddy, in France William and so on. Although young, only 19 years old, he already killed his share of spies, slide his way into the Interpol, crawled through the MIT and now was trying to get his nose on the motherland’s affairs.
Ivan doesn’t know which affairs he’s already aware of and whatnot but he won’t ask. He never asks and is better that way even if he will rather die than to talk what he knows.
He gives a long sigh shaking his head as another girl goes with the blond away from the bar. He closes his fist around his glass of vodka and ponders if Kirkland will leave his hiding spot when he kills his dear deputy.
Kirkland was a great spy after all and he doesn’t want to make the mistake of underestimate his chosen charge or have to deal with the annoying small English again. He knows too much of his younger mistakes.
He leaves the bar pulling his scarf up his nose to protect it from the cold. Next stop Berlin then some town in France near Paris. He will study Jones first then kill him in cold blood. He’d rather see Kirkland once again than being replaced by some young Russian spy who is not even old enough to wipe their own blood from their skin.
Berlin was chaotic, Jones moved around much more. Ivan was rather bored of the young man.
He looked like a social butterfly, loud and cheerful moving quickly between people and trading envelopes that Ivan knows do not contain useful information to him. After all he already was inside the room he rented and sent what was useful to his superiors.
Finally, having all the information he needs, except the little USB memory card he carried everywhere with him. Ivan is sure it has some information that he needs to recover to motherland.
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He was in front of the young man. He is taller than he looks and this close Ivan can see he’s at his nose height. The hair helps though.
He mingled with the criminal shipping members to get this close to the spy. He will send to America a few counterfeit artifacts but the French raised the stakes. After all Europe is in economical decline and Americans, well they can ask China for money if they wish to.
The blond looked at him with a smirk and he’s sure the American knows him. They met plenty of times and if he was as good as his intelligence says, he noticed the pattern and is aware that he is a moving target and Ivan is here to shoot it down.
The transaction made they were left in the docks alone. His faithful gun was on his pocket, his large hand wrapped around it to move it quickly, ready. Ivan always had trigger friendly fingers.
The blond was looking sideways at him with a smug look and Ivan is sure there’s a powder smell around them even if he can’t see the gun that the American brings with him on his trousers.
And another on his boots, another on his chest. Americans love their weapons.
Ivan briefly wonders if he can shoot him with one of them but doesn’t want to get his hands too dirty so he leaves that thought alone.
‘’I thought you were too shy to come to me.’’ The American says with a southern accent and Ivan knows his real accent is not that.
‘’I was waiting for the right time.’’ Ivan admits with some suspicion but Jones only laughs.
‘’Well, don’t want to get late so let’s get this shit down.’’ The American says and now he is sure the accent is real since he haven’t heard this one yet.
At the same time the blond moves quickly taking his gun from his back, the trousers 99 caliber one and Ivan ducks rolling through the ground quickly and bringing his own gun shooting twice.
None hit the American who moved to hide behind some container and Ivan ducked on a few boxes listening to the air.
There was that powder smell around him, besides the fish pungent smell along the water moving sounds.
Tense moments passed and Ivan stood walking through the boxes. Jones throws a few bullets, all of them missing by an inch and Ivan knows he underestimated the blond.
Ivan finally is close enough to bring his gun up and shoot. He shoots and listens to the steps creeping closer until he stands and shoots again. Jones tries to get to him, probably thinking a full body confrontation is the best option on this place but Ivan keeps shooting towards the stepping sounds.
He barely listens to the waves anymore, he can only hear steps, raging breaths, his own or not he is not sure but with a steady hand he shoots for all he can. Alfred shoots back and now is not the same gun, Ivan is aware that is the one he had on his boots.
They are so close and bullets miss their bodies by luck and soon Ivan feels the other jumping. He also jumps and they get into a fist fight. Alfred is stronger than he looks and gives as much as he receives and Ivan has to work it to get a grip on his own surprise but he does it and a loud bang makes him realize he made the American hit his head on the ground.
He stands up as the American grabs his head and tries to roll away.
Ivan pushes his arm up and crooks his finger. The bulled hits the boy on the chest.
He bleeds and Ivan turns away sure that he is not raising himself again.
It’s not as satisfying as he thought it would be.
Perhaps he’s getting too old for this; perhaps he simply wishes his mission to last a little longer since he has no real enemies anymore. Perhaps is a not a word Russian’s use so he pushes the thought to the side and tells the news to his superior.
.
The lady is pretty.
Smooth and smelling of some western flower that reminds him of old days of glory but his tongue tasted ashes on her mouth.
It’s disconcerting how that reminds him of something but he doesn’t want to remember those times so he pushes himself against her soft waist savoring the smile she gives as his hands roam through her smooth chest.
Her corset is tight; the push up allows him to know she has almost no breasts but she is so willing, pretty and came to him. He needs some distraction and allows himself a needed celebration as she pushes him to the wall with soft fingers on his hair.
There is something still wrong though and when he closes closer she moves her groin away. He pauses and grabs her neck quickly.
“You’re a man.” He states as rage grows making his fingers grab her neck tighter.
“Getting careless, Braginsky?” The loud young voice sounds from the bathroom that he stupidly didn’t check too busy trying to get laid with the man on his front.
“You…” He says and pushes the neck away making the French stumble and cough.
He should have known better.
“Don’t recognize me cher?” He croaks after a few breaths and rage swallows his body making him grab a knife he always had on his jacket. Stupid spring. Almost too hot to be called spring.
He left the gun in the bed. Idiot.
He looked at the French and sneered.
“Bonnefoy.” How could he forget the man? He should have realized it sooner.
He received a wink and was about to throw the knife at his chest when the American walked to the bedroom with glowing glasses in front of blue eyes.
“Now, now… You almost got me and I wanted to congratulate you.” He said smirking with a gun pointed at his head. He ignored the French who stood up still rubbing his neck.
“Chest gun protected you?” He asked trying to keep himself calm while taking mental notes of all the weapons he hid on the bedroom and all the objects he could use as weapon.
“Yup.” He grinned.
“But, as I said, you almost got me. Made me bleed quite a bit and well… My left arm isn’t that great… Ah, and now I can’t wear lenses due your right hook.” He kept talking as the French got to his side. His eyes were focused on Ivan and he returned the glare with vengeance.
“You alright?” He asked lowly to the French who murmured a low yes and started to walk away.
“I had to shave for this Jones…” He complained as he walked to the door also pointing a gun, his hidden on the lamp gun, to him and Alfred just smirked.
“I own you one.”
The French snorted and with a sniff he raised his head enough for Ivan to see the red marks on his neck. “Of course… Oh, please give my greetings to Arthur. It’s been a while.” He said and opened the door looking around and hiding the gun on his corset.
“He’ll get them, don’t worry.” Jones replied and the door was shut making Ivan tense his shoulders a bit more.
“Didn’t enjoy my present?” He asked with a huge grin and Ivan wanted to punch his white teeth or perhaps plucking them one by one with his bare fingers.
“I am very grateful but it was not necessary.” He said keeping his voice in check even if the rolling of his tongue betrayed the rage and disgust.
“Oh my… in denial… How Russian of you.” He had the nerve to laugh and Ivan moved to the left, almost imperceptibly but the blonde came closer now frowning.
“Don’t fucking move!” he said before his smile come back and the cheerful, too cheerful tone came back to slap him in the face.
“ Ya know? I noticed a few things when spying you… And let’s say Victor was not a good cover up on the 90’s to be honest even if you were Sergey at the time… Never mind that! It seems you were quite a caring lover for a man at the time. Now, are you in denial?” He grinned placing the gun on his cheek. The powder smell was again on his nostrils and he wonders if that was a predicament to his fate.
“Bonnefoy?” He asked lowly, dangerously while ignoring the jibes and Jones laughed. Mocking.
He will kill the man, slowly.
“I have my sources.” He said with a wink before looking to the window.
Ivan took a chance and knelt the blond on the belly holding the arm with the gun up.
The shoot was too close to his ear and it left it ringing even as he pushed Alfred to the ground and tried to slide the knife on his skin. He managed to cut the arm but not too deeply since Alfred hit his nose with his head as soon as he could.
The blond rolled through the ground and a shot hit the window almost hitting Ivan’s leg but he moved quickly trying to grab Alfred again.
He was faced again with a gun on his face, this time his head.
“Don’t move. They want us both dead so comply with me.” Alfred said and Ivan saw a glint on the window.
“American’s?” he asked doubtful and suspicious trying to reach the gun on Jones boot without him seeing but the words he said stopped him.
“They are yours.” He almost grabbed the gun but Alfred caressed his hair with the gun and rolled over again shooting at the window before he could do so. Ivan did what he could and jumped to the door grabbing the gun under the side table shooting at the window too.
Alfred was leaving the room and he glared at him. In that second on indecision Alfred just yelled ‘’Run!” and ran away and Ivan stood up.
No shoots were coming from the window and he looked through it. He saw a man on the roof through the lights and ran to the building seeking to kill the man. He won’t make the same mistake twice. Careless… Idiotic…
When he got there was not much to look for, someone must have ran away but the dead man was a Russian soldier. He grabbed the earpiece of the man and shoved it on his pocket.
He got careless and now his own people are after him.
Asexual Ivan, somewhere in the spectrum Alfred (not defined).
Universe: Human AU
Disclaimer: I do not make profit with this drabbles or own its characters.
I apologise for any mistake. Thank you for reading.
It’s a super massive star that Alfred sees when he looks at the sky. He can’t really see it now but he knows it’s there; above.
If he squints he can pretend to see it through the glass but he can’t and smiles despite himself. It’s a beautiful night after all.
Sadly Matthew is long gone to the bed, his friends are all interested in girls and sports and Kiku went to Japan for a few months.
He knows there is another person trying to see the stars this night. After all there will be a meteor shower and even if they won’t see much is enough to make all space lovers want to check it out.
At least he hopes Ivan is watching the sky with his amazed eyes.
He is unsure if Ivan is there watching as lonely as himself but he shrugs it off.
Is not as if he cares that much about the other. Just a little bit… A lot to be honest.
You see, Ivan is his partner in the science project and usually makes him want to scream. He is too calm and shy which grants on his nerves since Alfred is quite loud sometimes and needs to keep moving around. Still they manage to work pretty well when they compromise, which doesn’t happen more often because Ivan is stubborn.
Alfred is sure he explains himself pretty well and is almost always right.
Then there is always the issue of really starting the projects.
Alfred is a disorganized mess and Ivan tries to make him organize things as he wants them. As you can see he will never succumb to the others will so they end up taking almost all their time deciding how to do things. Despite all their differences they manage to finish the projects somehow.
To be completely honest Ivan knows Ivan is a nice partner, Alfred could do much worse. Ivan is quite smart, listens to his ramblings with an amused look and is quite pretty for a man who is almost always with a little smile on his face. A little bit creepy since Ivan is tall, huge and carries an almost dreadful gloom around him. Still Alfred finds all that exhilarating, perhaps because Ivan is always interesting with new things to tell or show him.
Alfred is always hopeful and warm waiting not that patiently for the news Ivan has and more than once Ivan told him, flushing quite ridiculously, that Alfred’s smile is very bright and pretty.
Ivan likes to listen to his laugh, Alfred indulges him. He likes the man for some reason that he can’t pinpoint accurately but knows must be one hell of a reason to put up with Ivan’s moody temper.
And they bonded during those classes and even dared to date…
Dated… This past tense makes Alfred move his nose in distaste.
Besides, Alfred thinks he is different from all those hormonal teenagers with too much on their empty heads always talking about social networks or something just as meaningless. Ivan and Alfred connect on that point, always did.
Ivan finds computers irrelevant even if he does use them to check new curious things and browses the latest NASA files on the deepweb, which is not that illegal if you pretend not to use it. And he kicks ass at Tetris.
Alfred as true curious soul he is loves the internet and shares the space love with the tall guy. He even taught Ivan counter strike and how to prevent Thor hackers into his computer.
Alfred is sure he didn’t need such a bone crushing hug but he is fine with that.
Ivan is a creature of touch; he craves it like a starved man always wanting to hug people or simply stay too close to the others personal space just to feel them there. Alfred finds that curiously amusing.
Alfred also enjoys the touches of Ivan. They are never sexual or malicious. A pat on the back here, a hug there if you are nice to him or a kiss on the cheek of his sisters that he loves dearly.
Alfred is sure he knows everything about Ivan which scared him in the beginning, now is just a fact of life. As particles divide to create he and Ivan join to complete each other.
But Alfred is not like Ivan in many aspects… Ivan likes to stay quiet and observe, Alfred wants to be in the middle of the action.
Ivan wants privacy and slowly builds things and Alfred simply rushes everything.
Ivan doesn’t care about what others do or say, unless they are friends but Alfred… Well he fucks things up trying to meet peer pressure and be awesome to every single being.
Matthew keeps telling him that they are too close for being just friends but he doesn’t understand them… What they have is good just as it is. But that nagging inside his head kept itching and he is ashamed to submit to the whisper. “If you don’t fuck how the hell do you know you are in love?” they say and Alfred clenches his fists ashamed. Peer pressured and self imposed doubts running on his head. Is it love? They never really had sex.
Alfred sighs and wonders if Ivan will join him to see the skies as they had previously agreed to. He pulls his jacket closer to his skin and flushes not only due the cold air.
A few days ago he did the most shameful thing in the world; he pressured Ivan to make love to him… Ivan as the pleaser he is said yes to his request… He hates that he tried so hard only to crush the trust they had.
Well, they tried but didn’t get to go much further than usual.
Alfred knows Ivan is still mortified about it, he is too and quite nervous of seeing Ivan again. It’s tragic to think that just because he wanted to show his love he ended making them like this… weird with each other; divided.
Lost what they had just because there was this pressure inside him to prove that there’s nothing wrong with them. Ivan never thought there was something wrong, he did.
Well, now he knows there is nothing wrong with them.
In fact, Alfred and Ivan never had much interest in sex. Ivan was pretty much pleased with kissing Alfred and biting his flesh tasting his skin and lips. Alfred was fine with that even if he sometimes wondered how it would feel to have those swollen lips on his dick.
Ivan also never tried more than gropes and feel him so he thought he would have to make that move even if he was not particularly interested in changing what they did. He really got lost when he was with Ivan. Just to talk, lean and feel him close was more than enough to feel content, satisfied and happy.
Kissing him is nice too, really nice and he quite likes to rub against Ivan strong tights even if the prospect of penetrating another or being penetrated didn’t appeal him in the least.
Still they had to have sex to see if they are compatible in every way… right?
He couldn’t have been more wrong.
Alfred can’t point what went wrong just that is was not sexy at all. Ivan said that the novels were misleading and he agreed. Porn didn’t look that bad and he even entertained himself looking at it but there’s something strange about the fluids and mess involved.
And he finds Ivan extremely sexy and handsome and knows he looks hot but still. Sex is just not what he thought it was.
There’s a degree of preparation, self consciousness and awareness of every little thing you’d rather ignore. Alfred now sees that is nothing extraordinary even if he does enjoy to feel lips on his dick. He can live without that.
He’s much more interested in holding Ivan and feel his breathing and heart. Much more interested in talking with him.
Ivan doesn’t enjoy sex. He’s okay with that, he found out he was not overly fond of the experience just the intimacy but he has that too without having sex.
Alfred chuckles to himself looking up.
Ivan’s hand on his is so much more intimate than his hand on his crotch.
The way Ivan looks at him, seeing his soul with one long look. The way his arms warp around Alfred making them so unite and peaceful.
Comfort. Alfred enjoys that.
He looks down regretting to have pressured them into something they were not really ready for. He is sure they will never be though.
Is just not appealing, his desires are much more towards the feeling of being with Ivan than sex. It’s a bit useless and while he can see it he can’t find himself that aroused by it.
Step sounds reach his hears and he looks to the side, almost pretending not to care if someone was there.
Ivan had some paper on his hand and walked slowly to him. His face was flushed and his eyes shone in the street light.
Alfred looked up to the sky and felt Ivan stop on his side.
Ivan’s fingers brush his and he closes his eyes swallowing hard before grabbing Ivan’s hand tight with his.
‘’I brought something… about us….’’ Ivan soft voice was near his ear before he could say something he felt Ivan stretching to watch the sky.
‘’Is is about asexuality isn’t it?’’ he asked knowing that himself had researched the same thing right after their encounter.
Ivan hummed in affirmation and Alfred released a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
‘’I am sorry.’’ He murmured and leaned to Ivan who shifted to press their arms so close he could almost feel skin through all those layers of clothing.
‘’Don’t. We’re fine.’’ Ivan assured and Alfred took that as forgiveness and hope.
Alfred smiled a bit at how idiotic he has been feeling and acting because he knows there is another person trying to see the stars this night. He is sure Ivan wouldn’t miss that for nothing.
‘’I love ya.’’ Alfred murmurs at Ivan who keeps crushing his hand on his own and Alfred couldn’t feel more peaceful and relieved.
Ivan pressed one kiss to his hair and pointed to the sky.
