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(kisses) After so long apart

Even after the centuries apart, they still fit together. The meeting of their lips felt so right. Surtalogi had forgotten the finer details, but no matter - Vedrfolnir enjoyed the aggressive display of affection. To be held so close, so tightly, the harsh meeting of lips expressing what Surtalogi would never voice. And he didn't need to. Vedrfolnir placed his hands on Surtalogi's shoulders and tried to repicrocate, but Surtalogi left barely an opening for him. Laughing, he turned his face away so Surtalogi's warm lips met his cheek.

"You kiss as if you plan to devour me."

"I have devoured star systems. What's a single prophet?"

Vedrfolnir chuckled and returned to place a kiss at the corner of Surtalogi's grin.

"Perhaps I want savored after these countless long years without you."

Surtalogi hummed and his next kiss was a mere peck.

"You'll need to remind me how."

Gladly. He would spend any number of minutes, any amount of time, loving Surtalogi and ensuring the man knew how loved he was.

Vedrfolnir cupped his cheek first; brushed his thumb over the scar under his eye. Then he leaned up into Surtalogi again. This meeting was gentle, the roughness of Surtalogi's lips a texture he'd missed. He took his time enjoying the sensations and Surtalogi soon followed his lead into something softer than before, lingering until they needed to part. A shared breath, and they returned again. Again. And again.

The hand placed on the small of his back was firm, gentle, and pulled him closer with barely any strength behind it.

"You remember how to be gentle."

"Only for you."

Vedrfolnir hummed and kissed the line of Surtalogi's jaw, down the length of his throat to rest his head on his shoulder with a sigh.

To be held again after so long... Wrapped in the safety of Surtalogi's arms, enveloped by affection he knew was afforded no one else... Vedrfolnir leaned heavier into the embrace, gently placing his own hands on Surtalogi's broad back. Surtalogi's chuckle was a gentle rumble; something long lost finally returned to him — as the man himself was.

"Comfortable?"

A hum and; "Tell me of your travels."

It had been far too long. And too soon - because any amount of time would be too soon - Surtalogi would return to the stars beyond the false sky.

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Scotfra

Francis laughed, cheeks alight with drink and mirth, and it all clicked into place.

Fueled by his new knowledge and the drinks he'd had, Alasdair buried his hand in Francis' hair and pulled him forward.

The kiss was rough and sloppy. Alasdair was too eager, Francis too tipsy drunk. But Alasdair wanted more of it. More of Francis, more of them. Francis laughed into the kiss as Alasdair pushed for deeper. French words melted into his mouth and Francis withdrew for another drink.

"Take me home."

He would gladly take him home. Tonight and any other night Francis asked it of him.

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One thing Antonio craved was warmth. Warmth of the sun. Warmth of people. Warmth of life. ...Most would say Romano didn't have any. But they didn't know Romano like Antonio did.

Romano's warmth was in his rare smile. In his laughter. There was warmth in his embrace; in the way he came to Antonio for affection. In the kisses he initiated: soft and warm and so divine Antonio could never have enough. But most of all his warmth was in his eyes. No matter how cold his words were, Antonio only had to look at his eyes to know how he didn't really mean it.

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Every so often, Nations need to be among their people. To recharge their humanity. To remind themselves what it is to live. It keeps the human part of them intact and stops them from becoming the monsters they could be.

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Spain has been weird about him forever. But Romano needed someone like that once upon a time, so he didn't mind too much. He still doesn't mind. Romano revels in Antonio's attention. Basks in the knowledge that he's the one Antonio adores. He doesn't know what he'll do if he ever stops being Antonio's favorite person.

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Spamano soul mate au first meeting

Romano wandered in a daze, feeling something– someone nearby. It could only be them, the one he'd been waiting for. But there were so many people how was he supposed to know who he was looking for? Did he even want to meet them, really? What if this whole soul mate thing wasn't what everyone made it out to be? What if they disappointed each other? What if–

"Excuse me."

Someone grabbed his hand and the feelings that washed over him was startling. Euphoria, bliss, completeness. An explosion of soft warmth starting at his clapsed hand and spreading like wildfire through the entirety of his being. Romano turned to see a brightly smiling someone who was so achingly familiar yet a total stranger.

"We finally meet! I'm Antonio."

"Romano..."

He was breathtaking, as he continued on about how he'd been looking for Romano. Romano could only stare - the sunkissed skin, the bright warm green, the smile enhanced by the dimples, tousled brown hair looked like he'd just rolled out of bed... Romano raised their hands and gently placed a kiss on Antonio's warm knuckles. Beautiful laughter interrupted Antonio's story and Romano needed more.

"Been waiting for you too, bastard."

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How about nations occasionally experiencing jealousy of humans for having an ending. A nation's end is forever a hanging possibility unlikely to happen - especially nowadays. They just... Exist. They don't get to rest, to stop worrying or caring or feeling. Cursed to be human but not granted that final rest all of humanity is eventually granted. Left with the feelings and memories humanity engraved on their being; people they'll never forget and can never see again... Any length of death they do experience is a candle in the breeze compared to the rest of their lives. And they return to living on and on. Never granted a proper rest, never granted the freedom from existing that humans are so scared of. Never understanding what makes the humans so terrified because they view it as well deserved freedom and rest.

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UKUS Cardverse Arthur cannot wait for the King to be found. So he summons one instead.

A Queen cannot rule alone. We must await the King.

Yao had tried to be gentle, at least. That hadn't lessened the foul taste in Arthur's mouth. Francis had been amused - entirely too amused - at the fact that Arthur couldn't do anything. Arthur had cheerfully reminded Francis that his Queen was possibly the one person in his kingdom he managed not to have an interest in. That had shut him up quick.

But he didn't have time to wait for whoever was chosen as King of Spades. Sometimes you had to take things into your own hands and shape your life yourself.

Which was how he found himself knelt on the floor applying the finishing touches to a summoning circle. People were not going to be happy about this. But this was for them as much as it was him. Without the king, with him forbidden from taking any action until said king was found, the kingdom would be vulnerable. He couldn't allow that.

Carefully so he didn't put out the flame prematurely Arthur stood and stepped back. Retrieving the ancient tome he'd found, he took his place and began chanting. Pronunciation was key. One mistake would undo all his hard work. Fortunately Aneirin had given him plenty of lessons.

The room darkened and the air chilled as he continued. His chalk lines began glowing, dully at first then brightening and in a flash there were shimmering walls before him. The flames danced along the barrier walls, rising higher and spreading until there was a column of flame before him.

Arthur shouted the demon's name and the room fell into darkness.

"Been a while since someone called on me."

The voice was loud, chipper, not at all what Arthur expected. And then the clack of shoes hitting the stone was unusually loud and the candles flickered back to life.

The demon looked human; a young man possibly around Arthur's age with blond hair and the brightest blue eyes Arthur had seen. His wide smile was inviting, expectedly so for a demon such as him.

"Your Majesty, what a surprise." The demon bowed but the mockery was obvious. "What does the Queen of Spades want with a creature such as me?"

Arthur stood at his tallest and still had to look up to meet the demon's bright gaze.

"I require a King."

They laughed, full and loud and warm.

"Me be King of Spades? I haven't gotten such an invigorating invitation in centuries." He leaned in closer, until he was almost touching the barrier between them. "But why should I bind myself to you in such a way?"

Arthur stepped closer.

"You enjoy power. I will give you that power and more if you agree to play at being my husband. You won't be a mere King - you will be an Emperor by the time we are finished."

He could see the interest in the demon's eyes. His gaze swept over Arthur - studying him no doubt - and Arthur held his head high. There was no room for weakness before a demon. They exploited everything they could, even the tiniest hint.

"You'll get places, Queen Arthur. Especially with me by your side."

The smile widened even farther, into unsettling territory.

"You have yourself a deal. Now drop this barrier and come here."

Arthur knew better than to trust a greed demon, especially this one. But he would do what he must to get what he wanted.

The barrier disappaited as Arthur came closer and before he could stop it he was pulled forward. The kiss was forceful, demanding, and Arthur willingly submitted himself to the demon's demands. There would be time for showing him who was in charge here later.

"Call me Alfred, my Queen."