#Shut up Feliks

[yotsuba-kira]

Tarot Trick

eat the cards

[ma-re-zo]

Alas I am alive

“Love in popculture times” - by me lol, this is that one lietpol drawing I was talking about

Zoom in I swear it's not as crunchy as it looks lmao

Ok so, the main reason this drawing even came to being was only because I was listening to this exact same song on repeat for hours and scrolling through Pinterest until I found a reference I liked and therefore decided that I wanted to draw Tolys and Feliks like this. That’s basically it.

Now you COULD put some symbolism in there that ties back into the lyrics and into the AU itself — that I thought of for like 10 seconds and promptly forgot about. The basic premise is the hetalia characters but in a polish high-school setting bc honestly why not. I like to play with characters like dolls lmao.

But yeah, the first few lines of the song talk about an unhappy breakup, and can you guess what I connected that to??? Why of course — the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth and how it later fell apart blah blah blah. Tying that into the drawing itself you could interpret that as Feliks and Tolys being together for a while and then breaking up. Later on I think they are in like a constant situationship-ish situation that neither of them can really fully navigate or grasp because what the fuck is going on being a teen in a shitty high school is hard okay. They’re still friends and close tho, obviously.

Ok that’s enough of my insane rambling bye I’m going to bed

[kralmajales]

My coworkers are pissing me off.

[luciality]

mari buys all the equipment for ame's home gym so she can sip wine and relax while watching her work out. if i were a rich milf and had a hot gf i would do this also.

[kyuhu]

OUGHH I'm screaming!!! They look so expressive

“Can you stop? I don’t sound like that”

“Really? Because that’s what you sound like right now”

Fanart for @kyuhu's lovely au that I have been thinking about for the past week

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

Hi, I saw your Fic on the minsons, I would like to offer a campaign idea only henliks. The story is like this, Felik is sitting between hyunjin's legs, and hyunjin is sitting against the wall, Felix seems sad, so hyunjin decides to tickle him

Tiktoks on Friday:

𝒍𝒆𝒆: Felix

𝒍𝒆𝒓: Hyunjin

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 ���𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨! 💗🧋

𝕥𝕨: cheer up tickles

𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @dandyboyseungmo @leeknowstan33 @v--143@wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday

“That one was so good!” Felix exclaimed, looking up from Hyunjin’s phone. 

Hyunjin smiled down at the younger sitting between his legs and nodded. 

Felix leaned backwards into the older, smiling when the boy choked and then balanced himself. 

He felt two arms wrap around his waist, pulling him closer, and a feeling of warmth enveloped him. 

The two sat in silence for a little while, before Hyunjin looked down and noticed the younger with a sad expression, staring at the wall wistfully. 

Hyune decided to fix the mood, needing to cheer the freckled boy up somehow. 

So he pressed his fingers into Lixie’s sides, loving the squeak that resounded through the room and the way Felix’s arms shot down to pry the older’s arms off of him. 

“Hyung no!” Felix yelled as Hyunjin pinned him to the floor, arms above his head. 

“HYUNG NOHOHO!” Felix screamed more desperately as Hyunjin’s hands darted down and squeezed at his stomach. 

“hahaha! plehehease nohot nohohow!” Felix giggled as the pinching on his stomach only continued. 

“Oh? So you’ll let me tickle you later?” Hyunjin teased, giggling when Felix squeezed his eyes shut and laughter rang through the room. 

“nahahaHA!” Felix gasped when the torturous fingers danced around his ribs, and small tears rested on his lower lashes. 

“What’s wrong bun? Someone’s got the giggles~” Hyunjin cooed when Felix blushed a deep red from the teasing. 

When Hyunjin stuck his fingers into Lix’s underarms, let’s say he didn’t expect the loud squeal that the younger emitted, or the loud, boisterous laughter that accompanied it. 

“AHHHH! HAHAHA HYUNJIN STOOOOOP!” Felix screamed uncontrollably as Hyunjin dug a little deeper, effectively tickling the boy underneath him to pieces.

Hyunjin snuck his hands up Felix’s shirt, tickling the skin there mercilessly. 

“NAAAHAHAHA!” Felix cackled loudly, screaming even louder when Hyune scratched at his sides with his nails. 

When Hyunjin lifted the edge of Lixie’s shirt, he gasped. 

“You have freckles. On your SIDES?!” Hyunjin squealed, leaving Felix to flush a deeper red, if that was possible. 

“Is it wrong that I kinda wanna kiss them?” Hyunjin questioned, stopping his fingers completely. 

“please…?” Felix whispered. Hyunjin had to slam his hand over his mouth to stop himself from screaming. 

He didn’t leave the younger boy waiting, leaning down and kissing the first freckle he saw. However, he wanted to tickle the younger, so he made sure to blow a raspberry right afterwards. 

“that feels ni-HEHEHE!” Felix immediately twisted in ticklish agony, his arms flailing around. 

The older continued to blow torturous raspberries onto every freckle, making sure to leave a kiss as well. 

“AGH! HYUHAHAHA!” Felix screamed with laughter, Hyunjin keeping up with the raspberries until Lixie’s laughter cut out. 

Hyunjin wiped at Felix’s skin before pulling the younger into a hug, smiling as the boy promptly went to sleep, hugging the older around his waist. 

Well, it was certainly a Friday of discoveries.

i hope you enjoyed! please check my intro post before interacting! love ya! 💕💗💖

HAITUS IS OVER GET READY BITCHES!

also i may have been self projecting about the side freckles-

💗💗

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Don't Go Blindly Into the Dark

Summary:

To hide that he can't read, Jan Van Eck has been forcing his son to pretend he's blind since he was eight years old. Wylan is now attending Ketterdam University, and meeting Jesper Fahey may very well be about to change his life. But is he safe to tell Jesper the truth? And what will Jesper say if he does?

Jesper is struggling to weigh up his life in the Barrel and his life at the University of Ketterdam, and there's a good chance that his growing debt is about to make the decision for him. He hasn't attended class consecutively for months, but maybe that will change when his newest project includes partnering up with Wylan Van Eck. But can he really leave the Barrel behind him? And how long can he keep up the pretence of who he thinks Wylan wants him to be?

Content warnings for this chapter: weapons, ptsd references, implied violence

Tags: @justalunaticfangirl @lunarthecorvus

If anyone else would like to be tagged let me know :)

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55445686/chapters/140852350

Chapter 5 - Kaz

“It can’t be a coincidence,” 

Kaz mused over Nina’s words for a moment, the cogs in his mind turning slowly to put the pieces together. It definitely didn’t feel like a coincidence. But Kaz tended to follow a strict practice of believing nothing was a coincidence. He’d told Inej that once, and she’d nodded wisely.

“Fate has plans for us all,”

She’d been sitting on his windowsill, watching the rain running down the glass. She began to trace one with her fingertip, and he followed it with his eyes. Kaz frowned. He’d left the door open, because it was raining and he didn’t want her to open the window, but for some reason he was suddenly compelled to push it shut. Like there was something here that should be hidden, that he didn’t want to entertain the possibility of anyone else ever bearing witness to. He flexed his fingers and gripped his cane tighter, refusing to move.

“Suddenly, I believe in coincidences again,”

Inej looked at him for a moment, then back to the rain. 

But it seemed very unlikely that Nina landing a strange job on the Geldstraat right before this job started was a coincidence. Kaz didn’t know what it added up to yet, but he would figure it out.

“Well, anyway,” said Nina, “I spoke to Feliks, all good for the job. He’s not thrilled about it though,”

“Of course he’s not,” said Kaz.

“He said you’ll owe him for the lost income,”

That would be more concerning if Feliks didn’t already owe Kaz money. And anyway he wasn’t really paying attention to that; mind still whirring away trying to solve the puzzle of Nina’s job on the Geldstraat last night. Not a coincidence. No such thing as a coincidence. No such thing as fate either, but Kaz really shouldn’t be thinking about that right now.

“Did they want you to go routinely? At the Geldstraat?”

Nina bit her lip.

“He said it could be an ongoing offer, if I wanted it. But he also said he lost an indentured Healer recently, if he gets someone else I don’t see him forking out any extra cash for the pleasure of my company,”

“When you say lost…?”

Nina grimaced.

“Concerningly vague,”

Kaz wasn’t surprised. He nodded.

“Alright, I’ll look into it. If this ends up being an ongoing job for you it might be good for intel. Inej is at the Crow Club, tell her to get a bag together - I want you at the university tonight,”

“Tonight? Kaz, you said two days, I have clients-”

“They’ll wait,”

“Kaz-”

“Update Inej. I need to talk to the old man,”

Nina huffed a little, but she turned on her heel and went on her way. Kaz watched the empty doorway for a moment before he slowly stood up - his leg was wreaking havoc today, and he leant heavily against his cane to find his balance. He was going to be vulnerable without the Wraith for a time, and now she was vanishing slightly earlier than expected. He’d set up a communication line but it still felt dangerous not to have her close by, gathering secrets. 

“I’m not sure I’m following,” she’d admitted last night, when they were discussing the plan.

It was before word had come from Nina and she’d left to follow her to the Geldstraat. They sat in Kaz’s office at the Crow Club - the door was closed and the room had no window, but they needed privacy and there wasn’t much Kaz could do about that. He watched Inej, wondering if they would need to step outside, but she seemed fine perched cross-legged on a chair, posture perfect, hands planted on her knees. Kaz found himself studying the tiny movements in her fingers, the occasional movement of her boots against her knee as she shuffled her feet. He bought her the boots the night they came back to the Slat, because he was an idiot and he hadn’t brought anything with him for her to wear. She’d traipsed after him all the way from the very North of West Stave to the very South of East still dressed in those ridiculous purple silks, completely barefoot. It hadn’t helped the whispers amongst the Dregs about what he’d hired her for.

“What connection does any of this have?” she asked, beginning to drum her fingers against her knees.

“It’s about forming the connections,” he’d told her, “Just focus on getting close to the mark - or let Nina get close and follow suit. Then we can discuss what comes next,”

Kaz’s leg screamed at him all the way down the stairs, only quieting slightly when he began to cross the ground floor of the Slat towards Per Haskell’s office. The Slat was nothing special to look at - actually it was ugly as hell to look at, with its faded, faintly mossy eaves, the wonky boards at the front that made it look like it was leaning on the buildings either side of it for support, and the fact that it probably was leaning on them but the boards just accentuated it - but nothing had come as close to feeling like home to Kaz as the Slat did since he’d arrived in Ketterdam and his entire world was slowly pried from his weak little childish hands. That was what this city did; took everything from you. And this is what you did to survive it: demand something in return. Scrape and claw and bleed your way through the Labyrinth until you didn’t just defeat the monster at its centre, you became it. Kaz Brekker, Dirtyhands, the Bastard of the Barrel. He wasn’t quite there yet, on the very top, but he would be. He would taste the monster’s flesh, and embrace the city as his own. The Labyrinth was meant to be a prison, but if you played your cards right you could own it. And Kaz never sat down to a card game he couldn’t win. 

“Enter,” came the gruff, muffled response from Per Haskell to Kaz’s sharp, single knock on the door.

It sounded like he’d already been drinking, and when the door was open the smell alone confirmed it. Kaz fought the urge to grimace, keeping his face a cool, flat mask as he closed the door behind him. There was a window in this room and for a strange, ridiculous moment Kaz almost moved to open it. He needed to get his head on straight - the Wraith wasn’t even here, and if she had been then she could open a damn window herself if she wanted to. 

“Kaz, my boy,”

Haskell gestured for him to take a seat, and Kaz’s leg was putting up such a protest that for once he took up the offer.

“Sir,” he said, nodding.

Haskell grunted. He was playing with one of his little ships in a bottle things again, and for a moment just let Kaz stew whilst he drove his focus into rearranging one of the tiny pieces. Kaz didn’t get the appeal of these little models but they were popular to display in merchant houses, to sit on desks or mantelpieces like the homeowner was waiting for your gaze to linger on it just a second too long so that he could tell you a long story about it and how it’s an exact replica of a ship he, in fact, owns himself. There were two half-constructed ones sitting on Haskell’s desk that he’d given up on over the last few months, and Kaz watched the man’s meaty, and slightly shaking, fingers fumble over the details of his newest one, feeling unsurprised that he’d never been successful at finishing any. After a minute had passed Haskell sighed and plunked the thing carelessly against the table, then picked up his glass and downed the last few drops before all but slamming it back down. Kaz flexed his fingers over the crow’s head of his cane, tightening his grip. 

“Brandy?” asked Haskell, as he began to pour himself another glass.

Kaz abstained.

“Alright,” the old man breathed, taking a sip before he continued: “What trouble are you here to tell me this time, then?”

What could Kaz tell him by way of trouble? That Jesper Fahey abandoned his security shift without telling anyone where he was, only for the Wraith to drag him back five hours later from a Dime Lions club? That Nina Zenik had been sent to the Geldstraat to complete a highly suspicious Tailoring job that might have had something to do with the job Kaz had been planning for so long? All he said was:

“I need Nina and Inej to start the job earlier than I thought,”

Haskell frowned.

“How long will they be gone?”

“I don’t know yet, but it’s all under control. You’ll get your twenty percent,”

Haskell’s jaw twitched. It always got on his nerves when Kaz didn’t tell him what a job was, but that wasn’t part of their agreement. And besides, Kaz didn’t want to spread the details of his plans to too many people - everything in Ketterdam leaked.

“You can’t just take my Heartrender and my best spider without telling me h-”

“They’re not yours,”

“Well they ain’t yours,” growled Haskell.

“That isn’t what I meant,”

He groaned loudly and performatively, shaking his head.

“Don’t go getting righteous on me now, boy. I want them back here within the month, at minimum,”

Kaz pursed his lips.

“I’ll try to arrange that,”

“You see that you do,”

“Yes, sir,”

Haskell snorted, but Kaz knew he lapped up every stupid politeness he gave him. He liked to think of himself as the patriarch of a large, criminally-inclined family, but everyone knew it was Kaz who did the real work. It was more of a formality for Kaz to ever tell him anything at all.

“The Black Tips are still edging away at Fifth Harbour; pushing their luck,” he said, watching Haskell run a ringer along the rim of his glass, “We should move quickly if we want to re-establish our dominance,”

Haskell waved a hand dismissively through the air,

“A mere dog yapping at our heels. Monitor the situation, if things are any worse in a few months time we can organise a parlay,”

The man really was an idiot. Kaz nodded.

“Yes, sir,”

By the time Kaz left the office, disgruntled and impatient, Nina was back at the Slat. 

“Where’s Inej?”

“Upstairs getting her stuff,” Nina said, nodding vaguely towards the stairs, “You really not going to tell us anything at all?”

Kaz sighed.

“When you get to the University, go straight to the office opposite the Boeksplein; it’s 24 hour, and they should be expecting you. You just arrived from Ravka - private journey, pepper it in because the tourist ferries don’t arrive this late - and there should be transfer papers waiting in your name. They might kick up a fuss about you being early, accommodation-wise, but-”

“But we’re two young rich girls from Ravka, it’s the middle of the night, we’re exhausted from travelling, and we’ve nowhere else to go,” Nina finished in a falsely distressed voice, winking at him, “I think I can manage that,”

“Good,” he handed her a thin stack of kruge, “That’s a month’s salary in advance, if it takes longer I’ll give you more but if it’s shorter I’ll need it back,”

She narrowed her eyes.

“This is your money? Not the Dregs’?”

He shrugged. He had to pay her somehow.

“Thank you, Kaz,”

“You won’t be any use to me if you run out of cash and starve,”

Nina sighed, tucking the notes into her pocket.

“Well thank you anyway,”

[aurum-cat]

Gilbert: So since it's a port for flights, I will call it flightport!

Feliks: Not gonna lie airport doesn't sound that stupid anymore.

Gilbert: Yours is called lowflight shut the fuck up.

[council-of-beetroot]

You asked for PolPru asks, so here goes:

If they ended up in a relationship in the modern day, who would break the news to Lithuania, and how? Or would they just try to hide it for as long as possible? Would a threesome ever work out, or would Prussia and/or Poland be too jealous? Also, would Hungary approve of PolPru, or would she beat the shit out of Prussia immediately?

What are Poland’s favorite aspects of Prussia’s personality, and what are his least favorites? And vice versa?

From what I’ve seen you headcanon that Poland and Prussia got married during the partitions, and Poland later ended up living with Austria instead (which I love and have incorporated into my own list of headcanons btw), so how did the divorce go? Who initiated it, and why? Did Poland annoy Prussia enough to finally get him to sign the papers? How did Poland get Prussia to agree- did he have to burn down Prussia’s house, or did something else finally change his mind?

Please don’t feel pressured to answer these asks- you can answer as many or as few as you like! Have a great day!

Liet

I feel like they would never shut up about it or would never actually say the words we're in a relationship. They could be getting married and Gil would be like when asked about his relationship with Feliks he'd be like "I fucking hate that bitch"

Threesome

They've definitely had threesomes, it's a fun way to explore power dynamics between the three of them in my opinion. I could see two of them domming the other in any combination which is what I'm here for. Feliks likes the attention so it's fun for him to see gil and liet fight for him. He gets to play damsel in distress and now liet can save him from Gilbert. Feliks likes roleplay and drags these two into with mixed results.

Erzsi

Erszi thinks it's adorable. Also she's a fujoshi so now she has more to work with when it comes to making porn.

Feliks' favourite and least favourite aspects

Gil is unintentionally thoughtful at times, he's the tough love that Feliks needs in a relationship or Feliks will push and push. Feliks finds it annoying but it is what makes it work.

He can be oddly comforting at some points because he is blunt. Which Feliks definitely needs.

He's annoying as fuck

Gil's favourite and least favourite aspects

He's fun to piss off because he always takes the bait. He gets so pissy but half the time he ends up enjoying time with Gil anyway. He's spontaneous and so entertaining and he's so small so it's like watching an angry kitten.

Feliks is bratty (although that's also a positive), emotional, and can be frustrating to deal with and it's hard to make him see reason. He is stubborn as well. He beats him at videogames as well.

Divorce, marriage, and living with austria

I don't have a set timeline so I usually play around with many scenarios although these two scenarios could technically work in the same timeline as I usually have Feliks with Prussia towards the earlier years and I had Feliks with Austria for pesach around the 1880s. There are so many places to Feliks to be partition era it's so fun.

Reading imperialist poetry from Pushkin where it sounds like a scenario where Ivan is beating the shit out of Feliks, the neighbors (rest of Europe) see and question him and he's likw don't mind us we're family and sometimes family means beating the shit out of someone for their misbehaviour. Then Feliks is like wtf we're not family and we never will be.

I'm not kidding this is what Pushkin wrote

Mickiewicz also was like wtf and responded with your capital was paid with the blood of Lithuania

Hmm as for divorce I think Feliks would just leave eventually and they never really end things and it's always up in the air whether or not they are actually married. Feliks pulls out the you married me for political reasons and nothing more so bye lmao.

The marriage thing though I think is really fun because it allows me to write Gil being either a complete ass or surprisingly nice. I do also like keeping liet and Feliks separate during the partitions because it makes sense to me that if you are going to control two former rulers of eastern Europe who worked well as a team for centuries, separate them as they have forgotten what it's like to not have someone who has your back at all times.

[sxnctxxry]

SPOILERS FOR KING OF SCARS!!!!!!

so lately i've been thinking about that possible crows plus nikolai and zoya spin-off. but if inej were to have more and longer interactions with zoyalai, it would go like:

Inej, praying to her Saints: Sankt Petyr, Sankta Lizabeta—

Nikolai: I've met her. We're better off without her divine intervention. She'd probably answer your prayers with curses.

Inej: What? Why?

Nikolai: Zoya killed her.

(and alternatively,)

Inej: Sankt Feliks, Sankt Juris—

Nikolai: Zoya once got possessed by Juris. Now she can turn into a dragon.

Zoya: Nikolai?

Nikolai: Yes?

Zoya: Would you shut up?

[kyuhu]

I don’t know why but the idea of Liet and Pol getting annoyed with each other throughout the years and just literally murdering each other is really funny. Liet wakes up one morning with a pillow on his face and Feliks just shrugs and says “You were snoring really loudly, I had to shut you up somehow.”

Sfhsgs I thought they actually have to be quite on the edge to go to such lengths but the way you phrased this is funnier than it should be

[doueverwonder]

Let Me Love You Now.

Pairings: current Czechia x Slovakia; discussed past Czechia x HRE oc

Warnings: Death mentions, alcohol.

Notes: I got to feeling really sappy and suddenly had motivation to write something so you get this, hope y'all enjoy! tbh this entire fic can be summed up in Slovakia needs to not ask about Czechia's exes if he doesn't actually want answers :\

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"You're drunk" 

"And?" Evžen rolled his eyes, watching as Adéla yet again tried to pull herself up; missing the edge of the table she was trying to grab. She mumbled something; he was pretty sure she was scolding the table, telling it to stay still. He was going to try and pick her up before she hurt herself, but she shied away immediately. 

"I'm going to stay here" Adéla crossed her arms, sticking her nose up in indignation. 

"You can't stay on the kitchen floor" 

"Yes I can," for emphasis that she wasn't planning on moving; She tucked her legs under herself, and leaned against one of the legs of the table. 

Evžen wanted to argue with her, but it was late and he was far too tired to start an argument this late. Especially when Adéla was drunk which meant she would probably end up crying, and then he would feel terrible and end up apologizing for nothing. Instead he just sat down across from her leaning against a chair, too tall to fit basically under the table with her. 

They spent a lot of nights in the kitchen, and most of them they weren't cooking. Many nights spent playing chess or card games just for an excuse to talk smack. If they pushed the table out of the way their kitchen became the premier dance floor in both Czechia and Slovakia. Feliks showing up unannounced was a common occurrence. Nights he showed up were usually made up of a dozen cups of tea, whatever snack Feliks had brought because 'you just like have to try this!'; and gossiping until four in the morning because once he starts you can't shut him up. And there were plenty of nights of this... sitting on the floor, one or both drunk, waiting for something to talk about. 

Adéla glanced up from her fixed spot staring at the floor, seemingly just to note Evžen staring at her. He smirked and jokingly asked; "Who was your first love?" 

Evžen asked that whenever there was an uncomfortable silence. He thought it funny as to his knowledge she hadn't dated anyone before him, at least not any personifications. Usually the response was to roll her eyes and tell him to shut up; but this time she was quiet. Her gaze returned to the floor. He assumed she was just tired. It was late anyway, and Adéla was one to crash pretty quickly after she drank a lot. 

He started to get up, ready to try yet again to convince her they should go to bed or at the very least go sit on the couch instead of the kitchen floor. 

"Adelheid" It was a half whisper from Adéla, her eyes not leaving the floor; she didn't want to look Evžen in the eyes. 

He just sat back down looking at her confused, "What did you say?" 

She pulled herself in even more as if she was wishing she could disappear, "You asked who my first love was, you do it all the time. It was Adelheid" 

Evžen tried not to roll his eyes, "Haha, very funny Adélka now–"

"It's not a joke." 

"You hated her" 

"I loved her; before you" 

Evžen had never seen Adéla as serious as she was now. He wanted to shrug it off, say she was being funny or getting details mixed up; he could clarify it all when she was sober. He had seen her serious plenty of times of course: but this was different. It made him sit back down all the way. 

"You're serious?" 

She either didn't hear him or chose not to answer, "She was twenty-three, I was barely older than that when we first met." Adéla sighed shakily, "one of the first things she said to me was 'my father just died' I didn't see why I should care. Adelheid told me that she inherited his land, Including what I was standing on" 

"I know all that, you hated her" 

"I thought she was beautiful.'' She slumped down a little more. "The stereotypical her hair was like gold, her eyes like the sea, the freckles on her face like constellations. I felt it all when I looked at Addie" 

"You're drunk Adélka" Evžen restated what he had said already, it was softer this time though. Less of an annoyed statement, more of a gentle reminder. 

"I only think of her when I'm drunk" 

Evžen didn't know what to say, what do you say when your partner is reminiscing about a past love. "Do you love her?" He wasn't sure if he regretted the words, he watched for her reaction first. 

Adéla took a moment staring at the ground, trying to think was hard. Adéla didn't want to think of those nights, laying together while Adelheid swore she was the only one she could ever love. She was foolish and young and said the same; though now it only took looking at Evžen to know it had been lies. "I love you now" 

"But do you still love her as well?" 

"She's dead"

"You can love dead people" He stated the obvious, every nation loved many dead people. Some would swear themselves to a human and spend a century or two alone, after their death, just because of how they loved them. 

"I love you. Don't doubt my love for you, lásko, it's one of the few things I'm sure of. Who I loved in the past doesn't affect my love for you now. Just let me love you now"

[kralmajales]

I hate having strong opinions about embarrassing things……

[vistula-serenade]

"Shut up!"

@alley-cat-pride

(Fuck... I've missed you)

"Talli-Mph?!"

The Ravnos had a thing for fate and destiny, and apparently Feliks' involved the occasional presence of the same Ceilican reincarnated repeatedly.

"A simple 'be quiet' would've done."

[multifandomfern]

Date With A Stranger

Hahaha I finally decided to finish an Italiet fanfic I started a while ago. The ending was definitely rushed but still it's FINISHED! It's a human AU where they go on a first date but don't know each other.

Thank you writing problems Tumblr posts for somehow giving me the motivation to finish this

Tolys could not remember why he had agreed to go on a dinner date with someone he didn't know. Maybe it had been to get Feliks to shut up about his loveless love life. Or maybe it had been to prove to Raivis that he could score a date. Or maybe he had agreed, simply out of boredom. Whatever the reason was, Tolys had agreed to go on a date with a fucking stranger, and he couldn't back out now. Well he could, but that would be a douchebag move, and he didn't feel like being a douchebag. Unless this stranger was one of course, but the stranger looked nice. Very nice.

"I still can't believe I got someone so pretty to agree to go on a date with me." The redhead said. The stranger really was nice. Too nice. Tolys blushed and wracked his brain for something to say.

"I didn't have much else to do." Good job not being a douchebag, Tolys. The stranger laughed at that, luckily.

"Good to know I'm not taking away your time. You look like someone who works a lot." Tolys raised an eyebrow. The stranger waved his hands.

"I mean that in a good way! I can definitely see you're tired, but you're still beautiful! It just shows you're a hard worker!" He insisted.

"Alright what do you want? You're complimenting me a lot, and you barely know me." Tolys said, trying to cover up his bubbling anxiety. This guy looked good and sounded nice, but Tolys knew better than to immediately trust that. He really shouldn't have agreed to go on a date with a stranger.

"Well that's just it. I want to get to know you. I see you walk your dog, and sometimes I see you reading in the library, and I've always wondered about you. So tell me what else do you do?" The stranger asked.

"Apparently I forget to ask for people's names. Let me fix that. What's your name?" Tolys questioned. The stranger laughed some more. Then he replied,

"My name is Feliciano. But please call me Feli." Tolys nodded, waiting for Feliciano to ask him his name. The man just smiled at him. It was a nice smile. Jeez Tolys had just learned his date's name, and he was already finding him attractive. It was too quick for that. When Feli didn't ask, Tolys decided he didn't need that knowledge.

"So Feli, what is you do? I'd like to know about you before I talk about myself." He explained. The redhead in front of him waved his hand nonchalantly.

"That's fair. Well I'm Italian, so naturally I LOVE pasta!" He declared. Tolys snorted at that.

"I also do love pizza and gelato! What other Italian stereotypes are there? I love painting and singing! Though my voice isn't the best, it's still fun! I also love cats, but don't worry, I love dogs too! You're dog is very cute, I've always wanted to give him treats or her!"

"Her." Tolys confirmed. He could tell this Italian loved to ramble. While annoying it was also kind of endearing and dare he think it, cute.

"Her. Id love to give her some doggie treats, but all I have are kitty ones! I think I could find some at the store, but I don't know which kind she would like!"

"Pupperoni is her favorite." Tolys chuckled.

"Pupperoni what a clever name! Only the best for the cutest dog ever, right?"

"Right," Tolys agreed. His lips curved upward. This guy might have just been trying to butter him up, but it was nice to hear his dog being called the cutest dog ever. She deserved the title.

"You know what I think I should do! I should get her one of those sweaters with the paw prints on it. That would be so so cute!" Tolys nodded, agreeing once again.

"Or maybe-" It was strange for Tolys to get so invested in something as simple as dog sweaters. Or maybe it wasn't considering his love for dogs. But it definitely was strange how much he enjoyed hearing the Italian talk. Sure he was way too energetic, but Tolys could admire that. He also found himself admiring the other man's passion and creativity. Tolys wished he could have more of that in his life. When an out of breath waiter apologized for the long wait, Tolys felt annoyed. Not for the long wait, but for the interruption. Things really had become strange.

"Sorry this place is usually pretty busy." apologized the Italian.

"It's alright. Now how about you tell me a bit about your cat?" suggested Tolys. His date's eyes brightened as he went into a rant about how Pookie was fat and lazy and super cute. Tolys twirled his hair a bit enjoying the rant. He felt his stomach swirl, and it wasn't out of hunger.

When the two finally got their food, Feli endlessly complimented it. He savored his bites and made sure Tolys was enjoying his food too. Tolys did really enjoy it. Feli had chosen a great restaurant for them to eat at. Even after their plates were visible again, Tolys kept Feli talking. He would offer up his thoughts and opinions which Feli would easily add on to. Tolys liked how freely the man could talk. It was a change he could welcome.

"So would you like to go on another date? I know another really great restaurant." Feli said, cheerfully. Tolys believed him. After all he had chosen this one. Tolys took a moment to "think". Of course he was going to say yes, but he couldn't show that right away. Feli could still be tricking him in some grand plan, but Tolys didn't feel that was the case. Even if his gut said it was alright, he still wouldn't allow himself to be really positive or eager...yet. His nerves wouldn't allow it.

"I think another date would be nice." He answered. Feli smiled so brightly and oh god was he cute.

"Thanks for joining me this evening, bello." He said, sweetly. Tolys blushed at the name. Then it reminded him of something. He took a deep breath then said,

"Tolys. My name is Tolys." Somehow Feli looked even happier than he had the whole date. It made Tolys' heart soar.

[antagonisticism]

Chapter One: Bloodstained

Katarina’s small hands gripped the shovel as she hit the ground with it hard. A scoop and a swing. Her muscles at nine years old were screaming from having shoveled dirt for over an hour.

The sky blue dress she had worn for the party they had come from was now completely muddied. Blonde tendrils stuck to her face from the sweat of hard labor. The repetitive motion made her block out the noises of nighttime while standing in the hole of her own creation.

“Kat.” A hesitant voice, Alex, called over the edge. “I. . . I don’t think you should do this.”

“It’s fine.” She looked up at her twin. “They’re just playing a game. Watch, these caskets will really be filled with gold!”

Alex frowned, biting at his lip. His anxiety was clearly at an all time high as he glanced to his right, her left.

A grave stone was placed there at the front of the site:

SASHA PAVLIV

LOVING MOTHER AND WIFE

ALWAYS BRAVE. FOREVER FREE.

Kat turned back to him and the mound of dirt he stood next to.

“They’re not dead, Alex.” She said.

“Yes, they are, Kat. You said so yourself after you found them-.”

“Stop!” She shouted, letting go of the shovel to cover her ears with her hands. “No I didn’t!”

“Kat. . .”

“I didn’t!” She screamed back, shaking her head to deny any recollection of that night.

The night she walked into the bedroom in complete darkness. Moonlight breaking through the window had let her see there was an empty space between her parents in the middle of the bed. She had crawled into there but frowned at how wet it felt. Backpedaling, she jumped off the bed.

Her hands were covered in a slimy substance from the bed sheets. Wanting to know what it was, she flipped on the lamp on her mom’s nightstand.

It took her a moment to look down at her hands. Red dark blood covered them, sticky and thick. She slowly looked to her mother on the bed.

And screamed.

“Earth to Kit-Kat.” Her twin’s voice caused her eyes to snap open. “How long are you going to doze like that?”

Sixteen year old Katarina made no move to sit up as she slowly blinked her eyes open and surveyed the area.

They were in her room. Dark grey walls covered in Rembrandts and Van Goghs. A few from Picasso here and there. The high ceiling sported a glass chandelier. Blackout drapes were pulled back so the evening sun could envelope the room with its dying light. The black door to her room was shut to not allow for any visitors.

She was lying on her back with her silk sheets over her. With a try to push herself up, she finally knew why Alex’s face tensed at every little movement she made.

“Ow.” Was all she told her twin.

Her left hand felt like it was on fire. The nerves pinched and pulled at even a singular move of muscles from her. There were two particular pinpoints that felt worse than the surrounding areas. The places where the daggers had been stabbed through by her grandfather.

“Now you remember.” He muttered, helping her scoot up before fluffing the pillows to make her more comfortable.

“Hard to forget.” Kat responded.

She lifted her injured hand to view the extent of the damage.

A bandage covered her entire left hand like a mitten. It was wrapped so tightly she had the inability to move it except for an inch or two. Memorable was the sharp, biting pain at every twist and turn she made to examine it. The haunting of her own screams when her grandfather drove those daggers into her hand made her throat almost close up.

“Doctor said he didn’t hit a significant nerve or bone and you should be able to move it in a month or two with physical therapy. He sewed the wounds up nicely, but he said it’s likely they’ll scar.”

Alex tried to soothe as she heard his own voice struggle to come out.

Not from worry or sympathy. It was working to bridle his anger, she noted.

Her eyes moved from the bandages to finally take a look at her twin.

Alex was already massive at sixteen. She had seen him standing next to their Uncle Feliks and he was the same height, if not taller. The blonde curls of childhood had transformed into dark hair like Kat’s, getting darker by the year. That was the only similarity between them now. His warm brown eyes were the complete opposite of her icy blues. She also noted, with some dissatisfaction, his behaviors were beginning to differ from hers. Despite the pain and the processing of their parents’ murders, he was charismatic.

He was still warm.

“I should’ve been there.” He broke her thoughts with the guilt he held in.

Kat rolled her eyes. “And what would you have done?”

“I would’ve stopped this.” He motioned to the hand, his voice coming out bitter. “That damn old man.”

“No,” Kat kept her emotions in check. “You wouldn’t have. We are under his rules, his house, remember? You being there would have just made the situation worse.”

“Yeah, but-.”

“Alex.” Her eyes shot to him to silence the disagreement. “I’ll be fine.”

He grumbled under his breath something sassy and not worth her time as the pain in her hand throbbed along to her heartbeat. She’d need a few painkillers soon.

“I did mess up, you know,” She told him. “The con with Aunt T. I was supposed to be this big heiress daughter. Life of luxury and taste. It was a deal for millions. Had everything staged out.

Aunt T was going to take on the man and I was supposed to watch his son. Make him fall in love with the idea of me until we bled them dry.

But then I got to know him, Alex. He was bright and funny. He was so down to earth. His mom passed away when he was nine, too.”

Kat looked down at her right hand, still stained by the paints and dyes from her latest projects.

“Cancer. It was apparently a peaceful and expected passing. His entire family rallied around him and his dad when it happened. He said they made him who he was today and how he was going to an elite college the next year to make them proud. Isn’t that beautiful? Having a family that wants you to succeed rather than wanting themselves to? That loves you instead of wishing for your death?”

“Kat. . .”

She shrugged. “I didn’t tell him about the con, but I began to point out plot holes in our story. Slowly, he started to notice. He brought it up to his father and they pulled out of the deal. So it’s understandable for grandfather to have punished me. I cost the family.”

He was quiet for a little. “. . . You have to admit, Dedushka is a real douche sometimes though.”

“Alex.” Kat used her good hand to throw a pillow at his face.

His hands went up to block the attack but he still playfully let out an “ow” so as to get Kat’s eyes rolling again. His lips curled into that boyish grin he so often wore like his favorite leather jacket. Gently, he gripped the pillow and leaned back in the chair rather victoriously.

A knock at the door sounded.

“It’s unlocked.” Alex barked.

“You could’ve gone to open it.” Kat snapped.

He shrugged a shoulder.

“Kat?” Zahkar’s voice made her grin a little. “I just stopped by to check in.”

The door flung open and in came her second-favorite cousin. Behind a plush pale pink bunny almost as tall as him. He tilted it so they could see his face as he gracefully walked the distance from entrance to bed. His movements made the bunny’s head bounce up and down.

“The hell is t h a t.” Alex said once Zak had made it to the foot of her bed and set the bunny down.

“It’s a feel better gift.” Zak remarked nonchalantly. “Where’s yours?”

“It’s just her hand.” Alex snapped. “It’s not like she’s gonna die.”

Kat almost retorted that for “just a hand” injury, he had been acting awfully doting before their cousin showed up. The look he gave her shut her up. Instead, she cleared her throat and went back to looking at Zak.

He was thin for a teenage boy. Lanky. What her twin had already grown into, Zak was still developing. He reminded her of a whimsical character of some childhood book. Magnetizing and grounding at the same time.

“Thank you, Zak.” She flashed him a soft smile. “I love it.”

He placed himself between her and Kaden and grinned. For now, it looked a bit goofy, but she knew he would grow into it rather beautifully. Just like Uncle Feliks, his father, had.

“If he’s giving you any grief, just tell me and I’ll kick him out.” Her cousin promised.

Alex took offense to that and shoved him out of the way.

“You’re the one that’s giving her grief! You’re too damn close.”

“I ‘ m close? You’re practically hovering like a mama bird! You’ve been at her side all night and day and wouldn’t let any of us come in.”

“Khuy.”

“Mudak.”

A third voice erupted the slander. “Am I late to the party?”

Kazimir Pavliv leaned on the frame of her bedroom door. His arms were crossed as he surveyed his cousins. Kat watched with hidden glee as her twin and Zahkar visibly straightened in his presence. Like two little boys trying to win the favor of their favorite superhero.

Her oldest cousin had that effect on people. Considered the golden child, everyone from the family seemingly adored Kazimir. He was tall and handsome with a smile that could induce butterflies the second it was seen. Most just liked him for his superficial attributes.

Not Kat. She had grown up taking note of everything he did so she could be like him one day in spirit. He kept his power under control. Never was the first one to speak, always available to listen. His wit was quick and he kept the calmest in stressful situations. It was admirable.

She watched as he walked in and lifted an orange pill bottle.

“Heard you might be needing these.” He said, giving the bottle a little shake and rattling the contents inside.

“Thanks.” She extended her right hand to grab it, but Kaden was too quick and got to it first.

She almost protested, until he shot her a look. “How were you going to open that?”

He dropped one of the painkillers into his hand and took the glass of water at her nightstand. Giving her the pill first, he waited before handing her the cup. She downed it quickly and handed the glass back.

The rest of the time, the boys took to telling her stories of their relatives and tried to keep her as entertained as possible. The later in the evening it got, the more hushed their voices became as they talked amongst themselves while her eyes shut and she fluttered off to sleep.

The last thing she remembered was Alex’s hand on her forehead and his thumb stroking the bridge of her nose like their mother did to them when she tried to calm them down.

It was the searing pain of her hand that woke her up next. The middle of the night from looking out the window. Moonlight was coming in. Katarina shifted her eyes to Alex as he sat in the chair next to her bed and dozed.

Her twin, who had been protective of her since their parents’ deaths. He hadn’t seen the massacre of their room. She hadn’t let him. Because deep down she knew his continued warmth was from denying him all the gruesome facts.

He would never know how much she wanted to be like him. Able to crack a few jokes and bond with the cousins. She felt like an outsider looking in. Every piece of childhood whimsy was gone. Her soul grieved for its youth back. Instead, she was frozen. Katarina was breathing but she wasn’t living. At sixteen years old she was trying still to go back to who she used to be.

But her hands would always be bloodstained.