#2p finland

[dark-and-kinky-hetalia-scenarios]

Hello! I was hoping if you would be willing to do the 2p Nordics with a very short s/o? NSFW if possible!

Of course! I hope you enjoy this :D fair warning tho I'm tall so I naturally don't have a lot of experience with being short ^^;;;

2p Denmark/Markell Køhler

He likes it a little too much in the wrong way (cough pervert cough)

He thinks that you being tinier than him is cute, and he will make you wear cute stuff and then fuck you in it, the size difference turns him on

2p Finland/Thurston Väinämöinen

He's already short enough as it is and he hates it, thinks it makes him look weak. That also applies to a possible SO, you would ideally be tall and lean so you can defend yourself and fight of course

He likes it in the bedroom kinda, he prefers having power over you, but that's about it, he'd still fuck you regardless of height, he just finds taller people to be better mates

2p Iceland/Erikur Steillson

Also prefers an SO who is shorter than him, so you're in luck, because he definitely enjoys the power trip of having a shorter SO both inside and outside the bedroom

It also makes it much easier to kidnap you and tie you to the bed until you agree to be his. His communication skills are shit, blame Loki for that one. Actually none of them really taught him any of that

2p Norway/Loki Thomassen

He doesn't have a preference for height other than it being close to his own. You can be as short as you like and he'll still kidnap you, force a love potion on you and then treat you like his most precious play thing

A short SO definitely also gets the short end of the stick, as he overpowers them more easily that way, size matters in this case

2p Sweden/Bernard Oxenstierna

His preferences lean towards a shorter SO but it's not really as outspoken as some of the others preferences. Mostly he likes picking up a short SO and swinging you around like in a dance and also because it's easier to move you around during sex if you're small

His yandere tendencies also have him leaning towards shorter people, they are easier to control physically. It's gonna be fun that day a short person absolutely wrecks him because he thinks them a weakling

[lady0ctavia]

Hetalia PDA Headcanons (2p!Nordics)

Headcanons about how the 2p!Hetalia characters would feel about PDA with their S/O.

2p!Denmark: Markell tends to be reserved with PDA, but not so much so that he doesn't emote or do anything. He'd let you rest your head on his shoulder or lap in public whenever you're tired. He'd also be the kind to occasionally pat you on the head, offering a rare, small smile as he does so. He's also fine with hand-holding and secretly loves it when you hug his arm. To be honest? His PDA is basically a heavily subdued version of PDA from his 1p! counterpart.

2p!Sweden: Watch as this man practically drags you all over town showing you off to everyone you meet, keeping an arm around your waist and proudly displaying you like you're the greatest prize he's ever won. He won't only shout from the rooftops how much he loves you, he'll show it by holding your hand, kissing your face (literally anywhere on your face), and dancing with you in the town square. Very similar to Feliciano, now that I think of it, albeit a little more possessive. He's not afraid to hold your hand around town, but if a man gives you a moderately flirty look, he's gripping onto your wrist and dragging you back home. Again, yandere.

2p!Norway: Loki is very big on hand-holding. He loves the feeling of your hand in his, interlocking your fingers or even clinging onto your wrist. This is not only to send a message to others, but to keep you nearby. He doesn't want you wandering off. If the two of you are sitting down he'd lazily swing an arm around your shoulders and pull you close, pressing kisses to your head now and again. Occasionally he'll even pull you into his lap, holding you there with his arms around you waist, resting his head into your chest.

2p!Finland: PDA doesn't exist for this man. The most he'll do is offer you his arm when the two of you are out and about, but only at night when shady figures may be around. If the two of you are sitting somewhere where there's a table, like a restaurant, he'd be willing to hold your hand under the table where nobody can see. But if he's drunk he becomes a mess of a man, lazily throwing his body on yours as he begins to pass out.

[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

How would the yandere salty spittoon react to their darling wanting to cuddle with them?

The world outside had long shed its sleepy trance. The foliage had returned and became greener as the previous months' excess moisture evaporated away. Birds sang their summer song as nature embraced its abundance.

Yet, the same couldn’t be said for the hidden home.

It was cold inside. The icy air that left the steel vents forced its way into (Y/N)’s veins and chattered her teeth quicker than a distressed sailor using Morse code. Fog puffed from her mouth as she huffed. A rapid turn on her bare heel caused her to leave the warm window behind her.

(Y/N) stalked through the halls. Glancing toward the rooms she passed for a hint of warmth. In her search, she initially passed the living room, ready to brush it off, but a new basket at the L-shaped couch’s bend stopped her.  

It was wicker texture and dark color, matched the atmosphere of the cage she was forced into. Maybe, (Y/N) thought as she stepped into the living room, he was being merciful. Crawling along the chilled, leather cushions, its uneven surface sunk as she moved across. (Y/N) eyes never left the basket as she reached the furniture's end. Leaning over it, she raised her arm, small shivers caused her to tremble as she peered down at the woven container. Slowly, her hand reached for the lid. Small sparks of hope sparked like fresh embers as she lifted it, but like a sudden blizzard, it was quickly smothered when nothing was found within.

She yelled! A feral sound of frustration as her frozen foot kicked away the basket. 

‘What am I going to do?’ (Y/N) thought as she looked toward her stiff hands. She licked her cracked lips as she flexed her fingers. They had begun to tingle and burn with the first sensation of the incoming numbness. ‘He’s made it so cold.’

Hesitantly, her head tilted upward as she debated between survival and pride.

She knew that the only aid HE would give would be himself. A simple offer of a lighted coal. One that promised survival and care, but that isn't what worried her. It was what it could become.

A passionate wildfire.

One that would blaze as he offered higher prices for simple salvation. The type that melted flesh and harshly numbed nerves, that would leave her wholly reliant on him. Yet, (Y/N) debated, that if she would take the plunge once, she could fight another day. Temporary recover enough to dash. Away from his winterous lair and into the sweet spring. Permanently chasing away the freeze that threatened to render her immobile. That could leave her with no more chances of escape. 

Sighing, (Y/N) stepped off the couch. Her footing was wobbly as she walked toward the stairs. Ready to endure a minor burn, in hopes of escaping the coming blaze. 

Let’s not lie, they are all very happy about the bitter willingness. But each would react a little differently to it.

Canada: In his mind, it’s the first step of submission. The spark that could force her to accept that she needs him to survive. Though, unlike his brother, he’s not going to tease or hold her decision over her head. Instead, he welcomes her with a light hug as he leans back into the large bed. Once they've both settled, Matt tightens the grip of his large arms and smiles against (Y/N)'s head. This is a good first step.

He will probably use this trick again. For Matt, it's a good reinforcer after punishment or something he can use as a reminder of her place. That no matter what, she will eventually be forced to choose him.

After all, there is no one else worthy of her.

Finland: - Niilo’s not gonna make a big deal out of it, despite his joy. Mainly just uttering a sarcastic comment about how (Y/N) should have requested this sooner while pulling her to sit next to him on his office couch.

From there he lets her get comfortable under his arm while he continues about doing his paperwork. If she attempts to snuggle closer, he reciprocates with a small squeeze.

Enjoying the contact while relishing the first steps of securing her as his. Maybe this should be repeated. As needed of course. 

Poland: Piotr is like Niilo, he doesn’t celebrate or mock her submission. Instead, he ignores her. Now, this isn’t him dismissing his darling (Y/N). Instead, he’s forcing her to commit to getting what she wants FROM him.

Especially when she finally breaks to ask, Piotr will already be in bed. He has been sleeping after a night of work and will sleepily stare at her before turning over, lessening the pressure of coming to him for help. Though, never fully falling back to sleep.

That’s when she’ll slip under the blankets. Placing herself back-to-back with him. The shared heat will cause her to drift to sleep, deep enough that she’ll only realize the cuddles when she awakes. A simple way to force contact and make her adjust.

Russia: Viktor happily views her desire for him as the first step in domestication and wants her to know that. So, he’ll make her admit it. Usually by questioning her on why? For weeks now, she’s been nothing more than a fractious cat, why the sudden submission?

This interrogation continues until, in frustration and exhaustion, (Y/N) yells out that she needs him. That without him she risks horrible damage or death.

Only then does he let her into his arms. Ready to soothe away the chill for a time. Before continuing the process of adapting (Y/N) to her new role.

Cuba: Hector’s face won’t change when (Y/N) walks in. When she starts to ask about warmth, he just stares. He waits for her to make her intentions known. As in a full-on blunt statement like “Please cuddle me.” Or “I’m freezing, can I share the ‘only’ blanket in the house with you?”. Once that’s said, Hector will open his arms or lift the blanket letting her get what he’s been withholding.

As she fully settles against his side, his mind can’t help but wonder what other ideas his ‘friends’ have that could get him faster results.

[milaisreading]

*Me facepalms while Y/N walks away from 2p Japan.*

Me: Seriously Kuro? The love of your life just complimented you from her heart and you just seriously said that? Do you realize she probably won't talk to you after this, right?

2p!Japan: You are thinking too much about it. She will come back.

Meanwhile, Yn at the 2p!Nordics house talking the her 2p

Yn: What do I do? He will kill me! He said so! T_T

2p!Yn: Sucks... hmm. I don't know, really. Maybe avoid him.

Yn: Good idea! How did you successfully avoid all of them?

2p!Yn: Oh... they never leave me out of their sight *points at the 2p!Nordics*

Yn: Oh... makes sense. Can I stay with you, then?

2p!Yn: Sure-

2p!Finland: But, we are getting you a room of your own. We can't let you spread the outside bacteria around her.

2p!Norway: Can't have our 2p!Yn sick because of this! ^_^

Yn:Ok...thank you tho...

[kazmafiette]

2𝓹!𝓕𝓲𝓷𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓼𝓸𝓯𝓽 𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 2𝓹!𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓭𝓮𝓷

[baron-of-salt]

🤫🤭🤙

[hetalia-tiano]

Hetalia Finland🇫🇮 1px2p

[askredfinland]

Hello! I'm also kinda getting back into Hetalia. I can't access my ask blog rn (askthepaintedhungary), but I'm happy that someone is still hanging around here. Congratulations on doing this for around 12 years! I can't believe it's been that long... Much less that I've been on tumblr for around 10 years... Anyway, just wanted to say hello.

Just for nostalgy, I wear this combination again.

[1p2p-heta-suggestives]

Which of the 1p or 2ps would finger their s/o under a table and watch them get hot and bothered?

1ps:

1p N. Italy

1p America

1p Russia

1p Denmark

2ps:

2p Japan

2p America

2p France

2p Finland

[the-2p-nations]

Leevi and mun

I drew this yesterday, me and Leevi

[baluciarz]

[dark-and-kinky-hetalia-scenarios]

Hello! I was wondering if you can do the 2p Nordics with a fairy reader!

Hi! I did some general headcanons on this. Hope you enjoy it! And thank you, this was really fun to write! (I'm obsessed with the folklore of my country, and I went with the ones from there and the other Nordics)

2p Denmark/Markell Køhler

he's a bit cautious about the prospect of a fairy S/O. Considering he knows the fickle nature of these creatures.

while you may be very sweet and attractive he'll never really let his guard down. He knows of far too many instances where someone has been tricked

2p Finland/Thurston Väinämöinen

he knows of these beings too, but he absolutely does not enjoy it. It's not the magic that's his problem with you, it is your nature of trickery and misbehaviour. He wants structure and order not whatever bullshit you may attempt to pull

he may attempt to remove your wings if he feels they are more trouble than they are worth. If you follow his commands, he will not harm you. But if you misbehave he will punish you accordingly. You will also be forced to cultivate your muscles, so you are not weak without your flying abilities

2p Iceland/Erikur Steilsson 

he would be willing to follow you anywhere, and he'd have no qualms with staying in your home world for eternity, as long as you're completely his

he is, just like the others, knowledgeable about your kind, meaning that attempting to trick him would be difficult, but he would let you if it benefits him. Try to screw him over and you might not have any wings after that. His sickles are always close by, and he sharpens one regularly, the other is kept dull for maximum pain

2p Norway/Loki Thomassen 

it fascinates him, he does much like his counterpart, prefer a partner of magical descent or full blown magical being. He is also aware of the trickery of these creatures. But as his name might suggest, he is also a trickster by nature. It'll be a battle of wits, one he'll thoroughly enjoy

he will ofc attempt to trap you with him, and keep you from returning to your home, where he may not be able to follow. And if you managed to trick him into your home, it would be difficult for him to get both of you out. He is not interested in spending 100+ years in a world where it only feels like a few days.

2p Sweden/Bernard Oxenstierna

he gets overprotective very fast, and he'll be the only other one willing to follow you into your home, regardless of the consequences for him.

he is a yandere by nature and while he prefers to pretend to keep the "family" together, he would enjoy coming back to see the chaos that unfolds without him. He would also be difficult to keep trapped anywhere, he is violent when it suits him and intelligent. Many things you wouldn't know until you're trapped yourself

[lady0ctavia]

How They are When Jealous (2p!Nordics)

Headcanons for how I think the 2p!Hetalia characters would act when they're jealous of someone hitting on their S/O.

2p!Denmark: Markell would honestly have no qualms about punching the guy flirting with you dead in the face. All with that same, deadpan expression with a cigarette dangling out of his mouth. If you get mad and snap at him about it, he'll just stand there for a moment before trying to gently grab your hand and walk you away from the situation. Later at home, he'll be ridiculously clingy, but he won't explain why or admit that he's jealous. Imagine just going about your evening routine with a tall, depressed Viking man clinging onto you the entire time.

2p!Sweden: As I've stated in previous posts, I see Bernard as a yandere. And nowhere else does this show up more than when he's jealous. The second he sees another man flirting with you, something inside of him just snaps. He's quick to grab you by the arms and kiss you as passionately and deeply as he can, leaving you completely breathless. He does so while pretending to not notice the man, only to address him afterward when he asks him what he's talking about with his beloved? After this, the other guy will typically leave. This leaves Bernard to hold you tight in his arms and make a thinly veiled threat as to what he'd do if he were to ever catch you talking to another man again.

2p!Norway: As soon as he sees another man making blush and look all cute, he is immediately by your side. Swinging an arm around your shoulder, he'll ask the guy what the two of you are talking about. All while slipping in comments here and there that you are clearly his, and that he's not about to share you with anybody else. If the guy doesn't back off, he'd probably just set the man on fire. (I'm not even kidding, this is literally where my brain goes with this guy. I've tried rewriting this part multiple times and it always ends with him lighting the other guy on fire).

2p!Finland: Thurston doesn't take kindly to someone impeding on his territory, let alone someone trying to claim what is rightfully his. That being you in this instance. Upon seeing another man flirting with you, Thurston is there in an instant. Putting himself between you and the man, he demands to know who he is and what he intends to do with you. Thurston's initial thoughts always go to worst case scenario. Once the guy is scared off (I headcanon this man as really scare when upset), he's dragging you home. And then he'll pout and give you the silent treatment the rest of the evening.

[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

Christmas Special - Part 2: Can You Create A Cease-Fire?

Part 1

The night sky was colder than the frozen sea. The sharp air seeped through your winter wear as if you had fallen into the icy waters. The cold teeth added to the aching in your hips and thighs that came from the hours upon the flying deer.

Your lashes were coated in stinging icicles that made you want to shut your heavy eyes. The desire to sleep for only a few minutes pulled your body forward.

 Blitzen jolted to the left suddenly. The shift was like an adrenaline punch as you were forced to right your posture. At the realization of the fatal fall, your gloved hands went to the saddle and reins, tightly gripping them as your thighs clamped back down on Blitzen’s abdomen.

With a shaky breath, you patted Blitzen along his muscled neck. A whispered thanks passed your frozen lips as you sat back.

You took a few more breaths, heavy and steady, to slow the ever-pounding heart in your chest.

Your watch beeped. Its high squeal turned your head downward and a simple sweep on your wrist revealed the small device. Its green face read two AM.

It was like clockwork, as a sudden green spark, matching the brightness of the watch, caught your eye. Turning towards it, you watched as it faded. Then another from the opposing side, this time a purple ribbon. Slowly, more astral flames appeared, their colors fromed a cool-toned rainbow. Each light danced like fireless flames.

The Aurora Borealis. The path toward the Snow Miser.

You cracked the reins and urged Blitzen onward. The beauty and possibility of rest eased the body aches and renewed your spirit.

It felt like mere minutes as the lights led you toward a large castle of ice. The Aurora seemed to radiate from the high, well-light towers. The body of the fortress, however, was surrounded by dark, cotton clouds that spat out a blizzard like their mothers had been insulted.

You didn’t need to signal to Blitzen to slow down, the powerful beast had done it on his own. Cautiously circling the castle, lowering himself with each pass. As if he already knew this was your intended destination.  

Blitzen landed. His powerful hooves didn’t slip, nor did they skid on the ice as he carried you closer to the frozen entrance.

Together the two of you stopped in front of the large, ice gates. Deep carvings of graceful snowflakes and heavy finial tips were illuminated by whatever light source lay within.

 Nervous, you tilted your head back. A loud yell left your body as you called out. Letting the inhabitants know that you and Blitzen were there. Sent on a mission by the Claus family, personally assigned by the reigning Santa.

For a moment it was as silent as a grey, winter morning. The wind and snow fluttered around you and bounced between the fort’s pillars.

Until two lilac ears popped out from behind one of the arrow loops. They twitched for a moment before a faint, scuffling sound helped reveal the face of a small, purple polar bear. His big paws seemed to be the only thing holding him in your view.

“WHO ARE YOU!?”

Squeakily growled the bear as he attempted to look down at you. Failing every so often his paws would slip, thus causing him to scramble upward once more.

Coughing, you attempted to cover your coos of cuteness at the tiny thing before you yelled back.

“I’m (Y/N), sent by the Claus family to discuss important matters!”

“WHAT KIND OF MATTERS?!” Screamed the chibi bear.

“Um… Private ones?”

The bear stared at you for a moment longer, his pebble eyes going blank as he shrugged. Disappearing back into the ice.

A sharp grind resonated as the crystal gate opened. Revealing the same bear that had been up at the arrow loop moments before.

His little legs brought him toward you in a cute scuttle. A near skid as it stopped in front of Blitzen’s strong legs.

Standing, the small bear gestured with a curved paw at you before turning back. He toddled back toward the castle’s courtyard.

Blitzen and you shared a look of raised brows before following.

The castle felt like a work of art. Beautifully carved walls of winter scenes took the place of large paintings in the halls. Elegantly crafted pillars were spaced between each thick, ice window.

Outside the windows was a large workyard. Lots of tiny polar bears, their colors a different shade of purple or blue as they moved between different logger-looking machines.

From atop Blitzen’s back, you asked your guide what the other bears were doing. What’s with the machines?

This time he didn’t growl, instead spoke in an apathetic voice as he discussed the process happening on the other side of frosted glass.

“Their refining the ingredients and preparing the tools needed for winter.”

“Isn’t it the clouds that supply-“

“No,” said the interrupting bear. “Clouds are just storage banks for supplies. All the snow, wind, and other winter things are made here. See,” the bear pointed to a worktable on the opposite side of the yard. About eight small bears hunched over with small sticks in their paws. “Each one of those bears is making a unique snowflake, then our Miser will approve. After that, they’ll be dropped onto humanity and nature alike.”

You couldn’t help the small gasp of awe as the bear resumed the journey. Slowly taking you and Blitzen toward the throne room.

Another set of large, double doors stopped the bear as it turned once more to you. This time he gestured closer, but growled when Blitzen took a step.

“Only you. No, deer.”

You took a deep breath before dismounting. Nearly slipping as your feet came out from under you. Luckily, you had an iron grip on that saddle.

It took another moment of near slippage before you were steady. Blitzen gave you a gentle push, careful not to jostle the gun as you skated forward.

 Now, you stood beside the bear, holding one arm up in a ‘lead on’ motion, while the other was held up toward Blitzen in a stay motion.

The deer merely huffed as he lay down. The tiny bear pushed the doors open revealing a large, glowing throne room. Huge icicles dripped from the ceiling, covering the windows like teeth in a maw. While thick ice spires rose from the floor like stone columns. A deep purple carpet led straight to a white throne where two beings sat.

The first was a large, white polar bear. This one looked more like a feral adult compared to the cute cub that had led you. It lay beside the great throne, its eyes darker than the void as it stared you down.

The other being appeared to be a strong man with blond hair that had a hint of blue. His skin matched the pale snow doused in moonlight as his large, callous hand pet the bear beside him. Intimidating lavender eyes viewed you quizzically as you shuffled behind your bear friend.

Your guide, cute as he is, stood before his king. His little maw opened, ready to announce you to his highness. When he stopped and turned back to you.

“Who are you again?”

You heard a loud sigh as the Miser dragged his hand down his face as he rose to a stand. His height added to his intimidation factor.

“Kumajiro, you can leave.”

The cub simply shrugged before leaving. Not even bothering to say goodbye as he disappeared down an icy hallway. So, much for friends.

The Miser, on the other hand, stalked closer. You shivered, not from the cold, but from how he inspected you. It felt like you were a bleeding snow hare before a starving timber wolf.

As he circled, he spoke. A smirk on his lips, almost like he enjoyed your trembling form.

“Now, lapin des Neiges, what brings you to my domain?”

You fidgeted with your fingers, a simple lip lick as you gathered your courage. Answering that you were sent on behalf of the Claus family.

At that declaration, he frowned. Coming closer, his neck craned downward as he questioned. Asking why those hosers would send you to his door. Unless he smirked.

“You’re a Christmas gift.”

The blush that lit your cheeks chased away the cold as he moved lower. Leaning at eye level with you.

“N-n-no!!” You shook your hands in front of your face. “I’m here to discuss a Christmas ceasefire.”

The Miser frowned. “A Christmas ceasefire between who?”

“You and Heat Miser.”

At that, he laughed. A loud, hearty sound that rivaled a happy bear’s growl. Its intensity forced the giant of a man backward.

He wiped iced-over tears from his face as he finished his last chuckle. “Nah, petit campagnol that won’t ever happen.”

You squeaked out a why, as he lumbered back to his throne. Sitting heavily upon its icy structure.

“Because that hotheaded ball sucker would never agree.” He huffed as he leaned back. Seeming comfortable against the ice. “Even then, why would I want to guarantee that nutcracker hick safety?”

“Because no one wants to upset hundreds of children?” You muttered weakly.

Scoffing, the Miser rolled his eyes at your naivety.

“I bring more kids happiness than that fat ass ever could. Regardless of their beliefs, and all in the forms of entertainment.”

Your lip trembled in a disappointed pout, (E/C) eyes nearly tearing up at the thought of Niilo being killed by an ensuing sibling spat. “But so many would still be crushed.”

The Miser sighed as he gestured to you with a ‘come here’ motion. When you didn’t move, his large polar bear rumbled toward you.

Your attempt to move back was thwarted by the bear’s big head. It aligned itself with the lumbar and sacral region of your spine. Somehow not nudging the case gun as he pushed you forward.

Up the slippery stairs, balanced by the beast as the Miser grabbed your hands.

You fought the urge to shiver as his frozen appendages intertwined with your warm ones.

“If you can get my idiot of a twin to agree, then I will sign. But only for you, Cadeau de Noël.”

Despite the cold atmosphere, you smiled. Your lips cracked and bled a single drop of blood as you prepared to launch yourself onto Blitzen and zoom toward the King of Heat.

But the Icy Miser tightened his grip and removed one of his icy hands from yours. His cold hand cupped your cheek as he wiped the single drop away.

“You’ll come back and visit, eh?”

Before you could utter a simple maybe, secretly meaning no, he continued.

“After all, you came uninvited and unharmed.” His breath frosted your face. “And not everyone that shows up on my doorstep is that lucky.”

Fear prevented you from speaking and adrenaline made your fingers twitch. Desperate to feel the metal of the gun, to finger the trigger. To respond to his subtle threat with violence, at least to create some distance between you and the eternal entity.

You fought that instinct. Instead, you nodded, and a simple broken chirp escaped your throat as you removed your hands.

Snow Miser once again became stoic.

“Good. Kuma will escort you and your steed back out.”

You didn’t fight it as the bear nudged you out. He prevented you from slipping as you left the stairs and then the carpet back into the hall.

All the while, those lavender orbs burned into your back. Never once did you feel the icy stare leave, not even when the doors closed when you remounted your steed. Even as you walked back down the halls, past the carvings and work yard. Back out to the front gates, where the blizzard never stopped whipping.

Even when Blitzen took off you could feel those eyes. As the two of you circled above the fortress towers, you understood why.

There on the roof, stood Snow Miser. His long hair moved like a lion’s mane in the wind, his red flannel jacket seeming to offer little protection from the cold, as he watched you go.

A feeling of fear flooded your veins as he watched unblinking.

Hopefully, you won’t have to enter his domain ever again.

[milaisreading]

2p!Finland is so hot u all...

[uuhhh]