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Part 12 is on its way.
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Excuse me, but - "Get out of here. Get to a hospital." The fuck? That's way worse to me than any of the physical stuff. I started reading this thinking I was going to get BDSM and a dom's discovery of himself. I didn't expect abuse, certainly not this level (that has nothing to do with BDSM, as far as I can tell). My expectations aside, Matthew basically kicking Alfred out after that is the last straw. I know you have more planned, Anon, but at this point I don't see how this relationship can possibly be repaired.
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The fourth part, aka the part where the Azn!anon tortures Hong. Hong, ilu.
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Light flooded the room, blinding its occupant. The Chinese boy had finally gotten to restless sleep for the first time in days, but it was soon ruined by a swift foot to the gut. He cried out almost silently in pain.
"Get up. Up now, boy."
So he got up quickly, despite the blossoming purple he knew to be appearing on his stomach. The Englishman looked furious, and the boy didn't know why. He never knew why.
"Get me a cigar."
He scrambled, looking for the box that housed Arthur's foul smelling cigars. The Englishman kept all of his unsavory possessions in his room, out of sight. He found it and presented it to Arthur.
"How am I to enjoy this without a match, bloody idiot?" Slap!Cheek smarting, he ran to fetch the match box. He struck a match, and held it to the end of Arthur ( ... )
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Recaptcha: Williams straddle. Oh Canada.
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AznAnon shall make him Xiang then. "Sheeahng" ffff.
Recaptcha: 69 briefest. I agree.
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that were once outside
sharpening themselves on war
are now indoorsLudwig fell asleep alone that night, but dreamed of Feliciano. It was not one of his usual dreams, mismatched and twisted scenes of his wakeful hours. It was not one of his less usual dreams, where he is a small child and Feliciano is in a dress and he wakes crying and unremembering ( ... )
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I really look forward to part 2.
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Just to clear things up, this anon is different from the anon that seconded the prompt... Seconder anon can post another fill of this if anon likes...
Also, lots of flashback for this part... I hope OP enjoys.
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A bird had laid an egg…
“Sister, what’s that?”
It was a fairly large egg with a weird shape…
“Run!”
That was the first thought I had from when it all started…
“We have to get out of here! Mindanao, warn the neighborhood! Tell them to run to safety!”
It was just us in the house… Mr. America had to go to one of his bases because of some trouble…
“BOOM!”I didn’t know what was happening back then. All that I knew back then were the loud cries of our countrymen, the chaos beyond the walls, the earth-shattering explosions, and the sound of Luzon’s ( ... )
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Great work so far, anon!
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I...I thought you stopped! Because, well, the prompt was empty and all till I wandered here. Thank you so much for continuing this, Anon! I love how the story is going.
Poor Luzon~ Now I feel bad for asking such a nasty thing to happen to her, but I can't look away now from this. This is great, Anon! It really is! Please update soon, you're great at this stuff!
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I'm posting the fill as a reply to this. If anyone else fills this, please feel free to post under this comment as well!
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o i c whut u did thar. and it was so very wrongly delicious
Thanks for sharing!
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