#aph norway x reader

[coco-sensei]

I just wanted to add something i thought was funny. Magic trio x reader headcanons but the reader wouldn't stop asking "would you still love me if i was a worm?" So they turn her into a worm.

Magic trio x reader

Warnings: Nothing but light swearing.

England

He doesn't know how the bloody hell did this happen…

One day you just kept asking him if you him

And he always said yes,

But you still just kept on nagging

He can't tell if your insecure or just being annoying

“For the last time love, yes!”

*2 minutes later*

“Iggyyyyy, would you still love me if I was a worm 🥺🥺🥺”

“BLOODY HELL—”

This went in for WEEKS!

But England had to snap at one point

“England… would you still—”

✨POOF✨

You where now… a worm

England would immediately regret it

He shouldn't have lost his temper like that!

He immediately turns you back.

*1 minute after turning you back*

“Did you still love me when you turned me into a worm 🥺🥺🥺”

“BLOODY—”

“*Sigh* yes, of course I did love…”

England has officially given up…

Norway

“Would you still love me if I were a worm 🥺”

“No.”

(He's joking ofc he would)

He doesn't know why you keep asking him such a stupid question

You were probably bored

Or just wanted to be annoying

Maybe Denmark gave you a 20 to annoy him?

Hell it could be all three

He'd always answer with

“No”

“Sure”

“Maybe”

“i dont know”

“Why do you keep asking me this?”

It will take him 5 days of complete nagging for him to just

✨POOF✨

turn you into worm

After like 30 seconds of realising that

You're now weak after and have no eyes

He will turn you back

But don't try to bring it up again…

“Norway would you still—”

“I don't know lest see”

“Nah I'm good!”

Romania

“Vlad would you still love me if I were a worm 🥺”

“Of course!”

“Vlad would you still love me if I were a worm 🥺”

“Yes!”

“Vlad would you still love me if I were a worm 🥺”

“dear, of course!”

After a few days of this

He thinks you're just trying to bother him

But he will not let you win!

“Vlad would you still love me if I were a worm 🥺”

✨POOF✨

Now he had been patient

In Fact IT TOOK A WHOLE MONTH!

He immediately turns you back.

And tells you to stop

“And before you ask, yes, I did love you even as a worm…”

Wow how romantic now that's true love right there!

Romance isn't dead after all!

Hello I hope you don't mind that this is so short. I thought you would only like a short fic for a small chuckle so I made this. I really hope I did Romania justice, there aren't many fanfics about him. And thank you for the request it was quite fun!

—Coco Rori 🎐🫧

[chuwa-chan]

The Baby sitter

{Nordics5 x reader}

Chapter 2 | rest of the series here

Warnings; swearing... That's it...

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“Come on! I'll give you a tour!” Matthias said Putting his hand around your shoulder. You didn't protest because you did need a house tour.

[Time skip!]

At the end of the tour; you had seen the outside pools, the indoor pool the arcade, the spa, the theatre, the grand dining room, the children's dining room, the kitchen, the rock climbing room, the gym, the library, the playroom, the playground, the kids play “house”(they were viking ships instead), the roof, the helicopters, the jets, the cars, etc.

All the things that made you think ‘wow i'm a broke ass peasant compared to them’

After dying on the inside the little you had finally finished but there were only a few rooms you hadn't visited.

“You should check out my room!” Matthias said at the grabbed both your wrist bending down a bit while leaning into your face and you could feel your face burning up.

Unfortunately for him he was slapped in the face but none other than Lukas said he was so close to your face that you got startled enough to fall backwards.

Luckily you had been caught by someone there, Berwald to be exact. “SORRY!” you said getting out of his grip with a faint blush almost everything you did even the ones you didn't mean to, made you feel embarrassed

“don't be a creep,” Lukas said, emotionless as his face. “HEY! I'm fine! And it's not okay to hit people!” You scolded. You really wanted to show you had things under control, and if a fight were to break out between the brothers you might end up not getting paid.

“YEAH!” Matthias said loudly, a little too happy that Lukas got scolded, Lukas only mumbled a small sorry to you.

It felt weird scolding have him since he looked like

“wait… shouldn't you be apologising to Matthias??” woops look like you had let your thoughts slip out of your mouth.

Tino smiled and nodded in agreement. “You heard her, you two! Make up now! Wouldn't you wanna upset the lady would you?” Tino said, giving his brothers a small smile.

Matthias was grinning ear to ear because of this. He never received an apology from Lukas in his entire life. “Come onnnnn” Matthias pushed. Chanting to his brother. Lukas only rolled his eyes in annoyance still having no emotion on his face.

“Sorry.” He dead panned. You couldn't really tell if it was genuine or not since he always seemed to talk like that. “I totally forgive you bro!” Matthias said, still having that shit eating grin.

“So now… where were we?” you asked, breaking the silence. “You were coming with me to my room!” Matthias replied. “Hey! It's her choice not yours!” Emil said. You could clearly tell he was upset.

“Oh come on Iceland!” Matthias replied to Emil. ‘wait so is his real name Emil or Iceland??? I'm so confused…’ you thought to yourself.

“Don't call me that stupid nickname! Just say my name!” Emil replied clearly embarrassed. “Huh you never had problems with it before? What changed?” Tino said with a confused look on his face.

They all proceeded to look at you then look back at Emil and look at you again. Then Matthias and Tino had a teasing grin on their face while Lukas and Berwald had a micro smirk.

Emil immediately turned red. “S-shut up!” He said defensively. You decided to check the time on your phone and realised that dinner will be in an hour and a half.

“So what do you guys want for dinner?” You asked. They spotted a plethora of things. That you ain't remembering…

“Ummm Let's go ask the cooks!” You said.

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Sitting at the big dining table. Not really sure what to eat first. You grabbed some kind of open sandwich. Taking a bite, it was pretty full of toppings. After that you had taken what appeared to be something covered in breadcrumbs, cutting it open with you knife, it seems to be a piece of chicken with a generous amount of melted butter in it.

While you where eating you felt eyes on you. You look up and realised that they where all looking at you. “Is there something on my face?” You asked genuinely confused. Emil flushed a little

And quickly looked away, Lukas and Berwald kept an emotionless expression on their face, Matthias gave you a grine while Tino gave you a small smile.

(WOW LOOKS LIKE YOU'VE JUST BEEN IGNORED! 👏👏👏👏 NO ANSWERS FOR YOU QUESTION!)

[Time skip]

As night has rolled around you realised it was probably time to head to your home.

Could you even do that!? They are old enough to take care of themselves but would their parents let you?

Pulling out your phone you send a text to their mother.

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[Hey Ms. Andersen, can I go

Home? My mother will get

Worried if I don't so it's kinda

Important for me.]

[It's fine, but it's ok if you

Stayed in the guest bedroom

Too you know. But it is your

Decision of you want to work

Overnight.]

[Understood thank you Ms.

Andersen]

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And with that you grabbed your backpack that you laid near the couch. “OK GUYS IM GOING HOME I'LL SEE Y'ALL IN THE MORNING!” you yelled.

The second you turned around you where an inch away from Lukas face. “What the—” you stumbled back a little from him magically appearing in front of you.

How the hell did he even manage to do that without a sound… creepy…

“No.” He said plainly. ‘no… NO!? THE FUCK YOU MEAN NO!? IM ALOUD TO GO SO I GOING TO GO!’ you thought staring at him as you grimace.

“Mother is paying you by the hour. If you where to stay here over night that would mean you would be getting paid extra. So why don't you stay?”

‘shit he's right… I do like money…’ you think to yourself. Letting out a say you finally complied.

“I'll… call my mom.”

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Hello yeah I did another chapter Finally!

[generational-atrophy]

hiii! i loved your "what they would look for in a partner" post so do u think u could do that with the nordic characters?? thank you<3

(Hetalia Nordics x Reader) What they look for in a partner!

(Gender Neutral) Headcanons ~ A/N ty!! omg first nordics request! Be warned. I do not know these guys that in depth. So. theres that/. Also noirmally i wouldnt write minors but considering iceland is hundreds of years old and only physically 17 im making an exception

Trigger Warning: None, just Fluff!

Berwald is a man of few words, so he’d adore a S/O that can ramble on for hours and hours. It’s awkward when it’s quiet… and he’s not going to be the one breaking the silence.

Anyone who doesn’t find him intimidating would make him so happy! Even when he’s being arguably very scary… it’d break his heart to know his S/O was afraid of him.

If you value family as much as he does (which is a LOT,) he’d love that! He spends a lot of time with his family and would like to start one with you, so if you didn’t like family, that’d be a problem.

Weirdly enough, he prefers people that are more plain and average. At least on the outside. He’s quite bland himself (or at least, that’s how he sees himself) so he doesn’t want to have to match your energy.

Someone who’ll indulge him in his fixations. Who won’t ask too many questions when he goes on a week-long chair-making binge, barely coming out of his woodshop.

Tino is a surprisingly particular man when it comes to dedicating himself to a romantic partner. He’d want someone chill, not too talkative, but not too awkward. Someone whose soft and cuddly, but not afraid to stand up for themself.

He often misspeaks, so if his S/O was not forgiving and understanding of those kinds of things, that would make things difficult.

Like Sweden, family is very important to him! He visits with his own a lot, so he would love to do the same with his S/Os! If they have a difficult relationship with their family, he’ll understand, but it’ll still be hard for him to keep it out of his mind.

Someone who is positive! Constant sarcastic comments and debilitating remarks towards others just make him feel sad… 

He doesn’t like doing very exciting things often, so a partner who is very comfortable with nothing more than domesticity would be perfect! What else would you need besides a nice home and a cute garden to tend to with him?

Lukas… is not a skilled communicator. Whether he likes you or not is often unclear, and it’s difficult for him to think through what he’s going to say. So, all he needs is something that can put up with his anti-social behaviour, basically.

He often is at a loss for how to properly express his true feelings, so his S/O has to be comfortable with him randomly coming up to them and smothering them with physical affection. 

Someone who isn’t uncomfortable speaking up for the both of them. He’d adore an extroverted partner!

He prefers people that don’t require him to adjust himself too much… he has no aversion to changing for you, but he’d prefer a partner who isn’t… abject to his normal behaviour. He’s a thousand years old, you know? It’s hard to teach an old dog new tricks…

Anyone who enjoys impulsive decisions. Be prepared to be unprepared when he wakes you up at 2 am to get pancakes and drive across the country to see his family. But don’t worry, his impulsive decisions are always the more fun ones.

Emil would love someone who's a lot like him! A little immature, a little hot-headed, sarcastic, and absolutely awkward. He’s a very specific type of person, and he’d like a partner to be that type as well.

Someone whose sensitive and emotional would work well with him too. He finds it cute, plus he can relate. You’re just a little better at actually expressing his emotions, rather than bottling them all up.

Speaking of which, he’d prefer someone who isn’t too afraid to speak their mind. Someone who refuses to talk things through, preferring to just be passive-aggressive and non-confrontational, would just stress him out.

Anyone whose unique! He finds himself quite plain, so he would love getting into your interests. You’re both young, why not do fun impulsive things? He wouldn’t have the courage to do it without you anyway…

Oh boy. Mathias is not particular in the slightest way when it comes to partners. He would date anything or anything that can consent. Basically, if they haven’t killed anyone and you aren’t a complete asshole, he’ll love them.

Despite that, he still has a few preferences. He’d find someone who’s awkward and needy just absolutely adorable. Like he is absolutely ecstatic to be a “they asked for no pickles” boyfriend.

But getting along with someone super sensitive would also… not be easy. He can accidentally be a bit brash in his humour, so he’d love someone who just laughs along instead of taking it personally. If they’re bothered by his loud, sometimes crude, behaviour, it’d just break his heart!

He’d prefer a partner that trusts his judgment… more than they probably should. He can get stubborn, so if they aren’t also too stuck in their ways, that’d be for the best. 

Most importantly, he’d prefer a S/O that loves his family just as much as he does! They’re gonna have to spend a lot of time around them, after all.

[hetaliaimaginesin2022]

hi atlas, i love ur texts !! <3 could u do some imagines for norway, denmark and lithuania falling asleep while the reader was reading them fairy tales? thank uuu, wishin u an amazing day <3

Thank you so much, you're so sweet, I hope your day is just as lovely as you are

Denmark, Lithuania, and Norway Falling Asleep To Their S/O's Reading To Them

Denmark • Matthias Køhler

When you picked up the book and started reading, you were sitting on the couch, Mathias' head resting on your thighs while his attention was on his phone

As you started reading, he didn't immediately notice, too focused on whatever group chat he was in, but at some point in your reading, it caught his attention and he started listening

He placed his phone on his chest and closed his eyes, just intending on listening for a little while, but quite quickly after he did so, he drifted off to sleep, lulled by your voice

Lithuania • Toris Laurinaitis

He loves the sound of your voice, finding it to be calming and deeply soothing, especially when he's struggling with sleeping, as he's prone to do

While he's embarrassed doing so, he'll actually ask you to read something cute while he tries to drift off, so you choosing fairytales is kind of perfect

He enjoys laying in bed next to you while you softly read the short stories, a small smile on his face

It makes him fall asleep better than anything else

Norway • Lukas Bondevik

He's an unabashed lover of fantasy, mythology, magic and the arcana, so he doesn't mind you reading fairytales aloud (this is probably not an uncommon occurrence and he'll occasionally make requests of stories from his country)

He normally doesn't fall asleep when you read them, however, since he had to sit through a particularly long World Conference meeting earlier in the day, he couldn't help it

With him leaning against you, he slowly fell asleep, relaxing to the sound of your voice

[wander-lustrous]

countdown.

mini-scenarios; how long it takes for each of them to act. ft. norway, greece, russia, spain, japan, prussia, france, netherlands, america, romano. not sfw! 2.2k words

cw: smut. afab reader. collars, teasing, praise kink, dom/sub dynamics, implied gym s*x, implied shower s*x, lingerie, 69, cunnilingus

(10 seconds.)

Lukas likes to make you work for his attention. He’s a cool, aloof lover, the kind whose comments settle over you like the chill of winter. 

In contrast to his dry wit, he works at you like a sculptor, hands nimble and light. Reverent even. He’s unhurried, precise. 

But that’s exactly what makes you want to put on such a brazen display. 

He’s eyed you once or twice but his attention is primarily on the laptop before him. But the sound of fabric shifting piques his interest, and he looks up just in time to see your robe slipping off your shoulders and pooling around your ankles. His gaze roams appreciatively over the sight–your bare skin, goosebumps along your arms. 

He raises a thinly arched brow.

“You’re daring today,” he notes, his lips quirking upwards at one end. He closes his laptop, setting it aside before clasping his hands over his lap, crossing his legs at the ankle. He looks you up and down with no shame, appraising you. “What for?”

The question slips through the space between you as you approach him. Your thigh nudges between his legs, and you know he’s found his answer when his gaze trails up slowly, deliberately–from the apex of your legs, bare and glistening, upwards to the jut of your chest, landing on the leather collar around your neck.

By the way his breath catches slightly, his gaze fixated on it, you can tell he hadn’t noticed that. 

“Is this for me?” he asks, fingers skimming the collar like someone perusing fine china. You bite down on your lip and he hooks his finger under the material, dragging you forward. His lips claim yours with the clear intention that he would soon find out.

(And when it’s over, nothing is as damning as the angry red imprint of his hands on your ass. Or the similar red blooms specked across your neck and collarbone.)

(9 seconds.)

Heracles is an infamous lover, his exploits as legendary as his rich history. Yet if there is one thing you know intimately about him, it’s that he can be quite a lazy lover as well, enjoying the throes of sleep nearly as much as the conquest of bodies.

You had awoken in his bed, the hazy remnants of last night filtering through your mind like the rays of the morning sun peeking through his blinds. You found him nestled in his sheets, his brow unperturbed. The easy rise and fall of his chest reminded you of when it was much more labored just a few hours ago.

It seems only natural, you shifting to straddle him, your legs parting around his waist. The sheets slipping off your form. Chest-to-chest, you move in languid rocking motions, sighing softly as the friction it generates is enough to re-ignite the low flame within you. It takes a few seconds before the soft breaths warming the top of your head stutter, and his hand presses against your back.

“G’morning,” he says groggily, a hint of amusement in his languid smile. You don’t cease your movements, the hot column of flesh between the cheeks of your thighs responding to you. Heracles rests his hands on your hips, sighing softly once you reach between your bodies to touch him more substantively. 

He lets out a breathy moan however once you shift forwards and he’s nestled into your tight warmth once more.

The best way to wake up, in his experience.

(8 seconds.)

Ivan isn’t a brute. No matter how much he wants to take you (and he wants it so badly in fact; your legs wrapped around his an image seared into his mind, the sweet moans of his name pouring from your lips like music to his ears)... he is considerate. You’re smaller than him, you’re not sturdy, not hardened like one of his enemies; in fact, he’d say you’re quite the opposite—

But you certainly are testing the limits of his patience. Perched in his lap as you are, grinding your hips against his in a maddening tango. His grip tightens around your waist–a warning. His hand tightens around the phone pressed to ear, and you hear the way the plastic creaks, as if he’s about to break it. His responses to his boss are  monosyllabic, his thoughts entering around how you present yourself before him, much like a rabbit begging to be pounced on by a lynx—

He catches movement from the corner of his eye, and he watches, gaze sharp, as you reach for his hand gripping your side, yanking his glove off before throwing it onto the floor. Then slowly, deliberately, your gaze trained on him, you bring his hand up to your mouth. He watches as your lips wrap them around one thick finger, before sucking, and surely, even through his pants, you can feel the way his cock jumps at the action. 

“Sorry, boss,” Ivan says, his gaze darkening as he watches your tongue work over his digit. “But I will have to call you back.” He hangs up without waiting for so much as a response.

Ivan tosses his phone to the side, grasping your jaw with his free hand. Your mouth releases his finger, and in a flurry of movement, he’s pining both of your hands above your head in a firm grip.

“You want my fingers so bad, da?” He laughs, a dark, velvety sound. “I’ll give them to you, but don’t blame me if it's rough.”

(7 seconds.)

“Ay, gracias a dios, what did I even do to deserve you, amor?”

Antonio’s lips trail down your neck, littering kisses in conjunction with his honeyed praise. His hands roam your form, groaning once he feels your soft flesh barely contained by the scrappy fabric of your panties. Your giggle has antonio pulling back.

“What? Why are you laughing?” he asks, pulling back with a grin. He can’t help but chuckle himself.

“You’re just so easy, Toni.” You wrap your arms around his neck, drawing him in closer. 

“And you’re very tempting,” he quips, hooking his finger into the thin strap of your thong and pulling; watching, with delight, as he lets it go and it snaps against your skin. you jolt, and with a sharp intake of breath, Antonio takes the opportunity to latch his mouth onto the top of your chest, sucking freshly bloomed roses onto your skin. 

“No more games though,” he groans once he lifts his head. He adjusts your position until your back is sinking into the bed, him looming above you. His hand reaches out to graze your cheek, brushing hair from your face, before trailing lower, skimming your hardened nipple through the thin lace, then even lower, his fingers circling the dampened fabric between your legs, stroking lightly. 

Antonio grins once more, pressing a kiss to your eyelid. His breath washes hot over your skin.

“I am so very hungry, mi corazón. I want to taste you.”

(6 seconds.)

No one gets close enough to Kiku to see how deep brown his eyes are. Dark enough to be black, with the richest shades of carob, those same eyes are trained upon you now, darkened with desire not often seen on the reserved man’s expressions.  

“What were you planning when you asked me to do this?” he says, his voice assured. Unwavering. His boldness also surprised you; in public, he was reticent, quiet. In private, he liked to take control. His thigh is between your legs, parting them, and you have to resist the urge to grind into it. Your hands are bound together with his belt, above you. 

“I’m not sure,” you admit. His gaze darts down to the way you wet your lips, the heave of your chest. He cocks his head to the side.

“I don’t believe you.”

Of course, he knows. He heard of the challenge from the internet, but he hardly expected you to try and trick him into it, pinning him against the wall with a cheeky grin. Still, he played along, spurred by his own interest in just how you’d react when the tables were turned. You didn’t have a moment to react before your world spun, and he had pinned you against the wall instead.  

His gaze rakes down your form, the same way a connoisseur would survey their goods before partaking in them.

He leans in. “Perhaps I’ll need to train you to be more honest,” he says, his breath hot against your neck. “Let’s start with this: where do you want it first?” 

(5 seconds.)

Gilbert didn’t realize that this could be an outcome. Sure he played rough as a youth, enjoyed the spar of bodies, and the smell of battle, but this?

This is the allure of the sweat trailing down your skin, your breathless laugh as you ask him if he’s done with his workout. He never considered this to be exciting—yet he likes it. It reminds him of how certain other activities can also work up quite a sweat. You ask him for a sip of his water, and Gilbert absentmindedly hands you his bottle. He’s thinking instead, about possibilities.

More specifically, whether or not the two of you could reasonably fit in one of the gym’s shower stalls for a quick tryst.

You’re dabbing the sweat off your neck with a towel, asking if he wants to grab a post-workout snack, when he acts. He rips the towel from your grasp, throwing it onto the floor.

“Hey!” you exclaim, only to yelp when he wraps his arms around your chest and pulls you back into him. Your brow raises when something firm prods against your ass, and you meet his mischievous gaze in the mirror.

“Maus, I think we’ve got to hold off on that.” He grins at you, his arms wrapping tighter around you. You can’t miss the way he rolls his hips against your back. “After all, we’re about to start the second workout.”

(4 seconds.)

Francis has a taste for the finer things in life: fine wine, fine food, fine clothing. Beauty, the arts. He considers himself a man of exquisite taste, his eye for the best unparalleled.

Indeed, he thinks, watching you splayed before him, the silk robe caressing every dip and curve of you, he makes very good choices. He downs the last of his sauvignon, setting the glass onto the table.

“Mon chérie, let me get a closer look at you.” He gestures, and you do a twirl for him, your gait slightly off kilter, no doubt due to the few glasses you’ve had yourself. He chuckles, his hands reaching around to grasp you fully, to engulf you in his hold. His lips skim your collarbone, his other hand deftly undoing the tie to your robe, revealing you to him. 

“Magnifique. You must excuse my gall, but… I’d like to appreciate such a fine work of art.”

(3 seconds.)

Abel you’ve come to find, is not the patient type. He is when he needs to be, when it comes to negotiating trades or haggling, but he much prefers the blunt, take-what-you-can-when-you-want approach.

Including now.

“Stop moving your hips,” he grunts, large hands planted firmly on your ass. When you fail to listen, stubbornly continuing your rhythm, he grips one cheek fully and smacks, the sound reverberating in the room. You whine, and he takes the opportunity to eye your swollen mound.

After all, what else was he supposed to do when he came home to find you bent over the couch, the hem of one of his old shirts hitched high up your hips, showing the cute boxer shorts you had on? He may be a man of great restraint, but he is greedy, above all.

He thrusts into your mouth suddenly, a sharp motion, and you gag, pulling off of him. As you cough, Abel makes an annoyed sound, his cock twitching from the lack of stimulation. 

After all, Abel thinks, his tongue delving into you once more, his fingers furiously plunging into your depths (Efficiency, putting you over the edge as quick as possible.) 

Why be patient when he can be fervid?

(2 seconds.)

The bathroom door slams open, and Alfred stands there, disheveled and panting.

“Dude! You said we could shower together….” His voice dies down once he realizes that you are in fact, very naked. “Oh.”

“You were asleep. I didn’t wanna wake you.”

“Well, you should have!” he says, closing the door behind him. Before you can blink, he’s slipping off his shirt and unbuckling his belt. He sets his glasses down on the counter before moving to wrap his arms around you, cupping your chest in one hand as he looks at you fondly. He grins.

“You know we totally need to save on that water bill, right?”

(1 second.)

Lovino is not one to be outdone.  

“What? You mean you didn’t—”

Shame sets in, darkening his features. Breathless, you pat his chest. “It’s okay, Lovi. I’m fine.”

“No,” he says firmly. “It’s not fine.” Despite being spent, despite having given it his all the past few minutes, he finds a surge of energy and flips the two of you over. He trails down your body until he’s a breath away from where you need him the most.

“Perdonami, ragazza. How selfish of me. I’ll make sure you won’t be able to move after this,” he says before his lips seal over you.

[yawujin]

hiii!!!

i love ur writing sm❤️. i was wondering if i can request the nordic 5(all separate) going down on fem reader?? any format is fine, and js ignore this if u don’t wanna do it ^^

hope u have a good day!!

thank you anon for the req 🎀 just realized i haven't written a lot of smut of the nordic five─have a good day & here you go !!

{ request } nordics x reader

ⓘ smut , head canon format , nsft , iceland likes dommes!? , female reader , she/her pronouns used

denmark/matthias køhler ♡

i'm just going to be straight forward with this and say that he'll lap her up like a thirsty puppy dog

but to do that , denmark will take his time with her. getting her hot, ready and excited about what's next

he builds up saliva and goes in with open mouth kisses before everything else

goes from holding and caressing her thighs with his thumbs to squeezing them and holding them high in the air for better access

after it's all over, he'll wipe his mouth, smile at her and tell her how he enjoyed his "dinner". what a jokester

norway/lukas bondevik ♡

might like licking her through her underwear, or pulling her underwear down with his mouth.

they say it's always the quietest people that are the most kinky (trust me , i'd know)

even if she likes giving head more than receiving, norge insists on giving it himself.

he's the one that gains the most pleasure from it anyway.

swirls his tongue on it quite a bit because even he likes how it feels.

sweden/bjørn oxenstierna ♡

the swedes are very gentle people

that being said, sve likes to makeout with her for a looooong time before going down.

still, he'll slide his hand in between her soft thighs just to feel around a little bit

holding a warm body close to his own feels like heaven to him, he appreciates it so very much.

setting his glasses aside, he travels down leaving kisses as he goes. once he's there, he closes his eyes and goes on to kiss it just as he does her lips, gradually gettng faster, needier and craving a release as time moves on.

iceland/emil steilsson ♡

icey likes to work her up by telling her how good she feels on his mouth, how sweet she tastes.

to which she'll reply "don't talk with your mouth full"

already very restrained in his pants, his cock twitches. she sounded so demanding and it was doing something to him

he feels up and down her waist line as he slides his tongue in. he goes in deeper only at her request.

if only she told him what to do more often....

finland/timo väinämöinen ♡

this cutie is not shy to leave kisses everywhere on her!

thighs, inner thighs, abdomen, on her clit, every. where!!

like iceland, he likes to give out a few compliments before going down on her.

saying how pretty it is, how hot she looks when he gives her head, how he loves feeling her thighs tighten whenever he finds her favorite spots

gets like, actual joy at seeing how she reacts to his every move. he likes to look up at her once in a while just to see how she thinks he's doing. facial expressions never lie.

[scribbles-and-sprinkles]

yandere! nordics x reader

warnings ; manipulation; questionable power dynamics; 'luna' is a placeholder for the reader's name. very fluffy otherwise <3

how did he meet you . . . ?

it was a beautifully arranged library meeting -- meticulously placed decorations with various literary characters; adding into atmosphere of immersion. dainty fingers ghosted above titles, each one more fascinating than the last -- unsure where to start, or even begin. 'ah, may I help you? -- smooth, soft tone inquired; as gently slender fingers graspled with a particularly intriguing cover, handing it to the the girl. 'oh my god, this seems perfect -- I had no idea this even existed, really- thank you!' -- she smiled; flipping across pages carefully, nodding. 'you're welcome' -- seemingly mysterious figure smoothly faded back to the crowd, leaving faint note of intrigue -- amaranthine eyes studying every single little movement further out; helping others with their concerns.

yet something about . . . you. certain kindness; peculiar gratitude -- made lukas very interested.

it was another day -- seemingly so. bland in the never-ending existence of routines, diplomacies and documents. with a smooth, calculated step -- tino approached one of his favourite coffee shops in stockholm -- cozy, quiet place for work. glass doors opened -- him merely stepping inside, when a particular individual caught his attention. her. soft, tiny form -- hunched over scattered notes, trying utterly best to decipher complicated material. it must have been challenging -- judging by how intense expression blossomed. lukas definitely mentioned someone over usual rambles on the newspaper-written politics. tino was a known fan of his coffees -- but in much sweeter way -- just like him -- latte with whipped cream and if he was feeling extra fancy that day – with various syrups, and other variety of assortiments.

in the silliest way -- sticker-decorated laptop made him raise his eyebrow -- how entire rainbow of certain hobbies were represented.

this little declaration sparked curious interest in that particular someone; yet his eyes kept darting away -- obvious shyness taking better of him; considering how focused girl looked. with a smooth click -- tino settled down porcelain cup with cherry drink, clearing his throat -- carefully approaching. he really, really put uttermost effort to be seen as an gentleman -- embarassment betraying the best of odds, in a way.

girl gazed up -- flushing in an instant due to entire absurdness of the situation. a young guy, with softest, sincere expression actually paying attention? of course -- she deemed to possess such strange, out-of-the-box personality (or any other questionable qualities) -- this interaction... feeling unreal.

‘hello, um...-- well... this character looks really cool-– if i may ask, where did you find stickers for your laptop?’

how did you get woven into nordics . . .?

in all honesty -- after a kind, pleasant conversation in the coffee shop -- tino happily invited luna into their inner circle -- to spend a peaceful evening amongst... his friends. 'oh, yeah, of course! this sounds lovely -- next tuesday, 6 pm -- right?' 'ah, niin // yes, of course // -- you may have my phone number -- call us anytime!' 'i will! have a lovely day!'

luna happily waved away, leaving coffee shop; soft smile blossoming upon champagne lips. ;; 'so... you have 4 roomates? what- how does it work... exactly?' 'luna, well, it is complicated, you see--' -- before tino could flaunt a sheepish smile, looking for the explanation, leading girl through the corridor, his hand ghosting above the waist as a mere precaution... door flied upon with unflauntible wham -- way-too-happy mathias budging in the doorframe. 'look, what the have here! our cutie patootie -- lukas has been talking about you non-stop! c'mere!' -- luna giggled, picked up ever-so-easy into way-too-loving bear hug, carried away. 'o-oh, stop! ahahah! bollocks -- hahaha!' -- soft giggles echoed across apartment; as tino smoothly closed the door -- kicking shoes a bit too hastily -- coat left over on the rack. 'mathias! helvetti! // hell // you don't treat our friend like that! fuck-' bernwald merely raised his eyebrow at the noise -- returning to fill out related government papers; clicking study shut. ruckus was not entertaining. this is going to be a long evening. ;; bitter coffee notes blossomed, filling up the air with false sense of decency -- luna comfortably settled down close to the mathias. 'wait... it is actually really nice to have... relationship like that, or something along those lines. well, I am not lucky as you all' -- unspoken sadness swirled between irises; as floor would provide any sense of comfort. 'hey... what do you mean? you can talk to me, y'know' -- he scooted closer; wrapping hand around in such unspoken gentleness, as if provide comfort. 'I live alone, uh... I may only dream of something like . . . that' -- she gestured; bitersweet laugh following. 'This is pathetic, why am I even--' -- unwanted tears simmered; expression knitting over inner turmoil. 'And what if I told, darlin'... that maybe you could stay? I like you, Tino also does -- and we have a spare room to follow -- what about that?' -- honey-sweet words with even sweeter embrace; tears wracking entire body in the chaos of the feelings. 'Shh... it's okay, I'm here, you're safe...'

you did not even realise how deeply your soul intertwined with theirs at that very moment.

[headingalaxys-spicy]

hello 👋 i really love your writing 😖 i was wondering if you could write yandere alphas nordic's x darling omega who has a very high libido? 😏 thank you ❤😄

Well this is one way to start the week enjoy anon :)

Warning! This is a spicy post, so turn away now if this isn't for you!

Denmark 🇩🇰 

Finally, there is someone who can keep up with him in the bedroom. Also, destroy him. 

In order to slow you down, he does have you take a shot of Akvavit (snaps) every hour or half hour (more depending on how rough you are riding him or sucking his soul out). This, however, does backfire often because you’ll be all fired up again & you’ll want to peg him, but considering he’s bossy, he will ‘guide’ you on how to do it properly. 

Denmark even approached Japan with: “Hey! I need help making a machine that can slow Y/N in bed?” 

The dude has even tried to design a piece of furniture that can hold you in place so he doesn’t have to be bottom all the time, but he also hopes your libido would give out due to you having to contort your body so much. 

He hates admitting that he needs a break from you. The fastest he’s ever recovered was 23 hours. The longest was 4 m

When he’s not as patient, he has cuffs on the wall, tables, or bathroom counters where he’ll keep you there so he can rail you without getting injured by you thrusting back or squeezing him for all he’s got. He loves that you can beat him in bed; just intimidated is all. 

Finland 🇫🇮 

He needs some time to adjust to your abundance of energy. As you pound into him ruthlessly, Tino just grins, bears it, and moans. 

What the heck else can he do? He praises you a lot as well. 

“Y/N you’re doing great ah! But maybe can you slow down?!” He’s silently praying to god you’re going to get tired. 

Tino will want to do a lot of foreplay to start to satisfy some tension & just maybe make you not as rough and needy. (He does have a lot of costumes + props) 

On occasion, he does like to tell bad jokes that will kill the mood if you’ve milked him for all he’s got seed-wise. Or if he’s feeling up to the challenge, he’ll take meds that will help him last longer so he can attempt to keep up with you. 

Tends to like doing it in or near a sauna since it reduces your libido a little & relaxes you. Tino is able to keep his sweaty palm on your waist so that you won’t ride him like he’s a dead horse. (Also just makes getting to the aftercare a smoother transition) 

Iceland 🇮🇸 

Uhhhh like isn’t he a teenager still (he’s an adult I think????) ? Also don’t come for me but I also don’t know his human name I haven’t been able to find one on the hetalia Wikis so like yeah . 

Mans just throws a pillow at you and fucking dips. 

I'm not comfortable writing spicy stuff for him. 

Norway 🇳🇴 

Lukas can take your energy like a stoic in the eye of a storm. He can also appreciate the fact that, being a person with the gift of magical abilities, he has his own unique ways of subduing you. He utilizes his ties with his far friends to assist him in taking away some of your sexual energy and giving it to him so he can keep up. 

Lukas has toyed with different potions to slow your libido down. Some had no effect. Others made his nights with you longer and ran him absolutely rugged. He’d be out of commission for a few weeks at times. The fastest he’s able to recover is 2-3 days at the fastest but nothing sooner than that. 

Lukas thinks it a fun challenge to rail you & he likes to mysteriously whisper in your ear: 

“You’re quite the challenge, Y/N, I like that.” 

He tends to prefer you bouncing up and down on him so he can gauge how much longer he has to last while you're riding him, as your latest wave of thrusting can be particularly harsh. He may not say much else to you but grunt in pleasure and moan. He also likes to bite down on his lips and keep it to a minimum when he’s failing to keep up with you and edging towards passing out. 

Sweden

From no words at all to talking all night long like he was at a never-ending ball, you are a type of blessing he didn’t know he needed. 

The fact that you’ll slam him to the floor, the table, cabinets, bookcases, telephone booths, you name it; this tall 5’11 (182 cm) tall man is at your mercy and enjoys it. 

Berwald practically sings your praises as if he trained himself all his life to be a tenor for the Royal Swedish Opera. “Oh yes! Y/N! Y/N! Please don’t stop!” Will be among his symphony for the night. He does communicate with you when you’re hurting his junk, being too rough, or thrusting too quickly.

The two of you do argue or pull sticks over who's going to be at the bottom for that session. 

Like Denmark, he does like to have specialized furniture that he can use to wear you out & your high-ass libido. 

He can recover the quickest from having sex with you give him 12 hours and a cup of coffee, and he’s all good to go again. Only once did you manage to keep him out of commission for 4 months. 

[lilac-amethyst-skies]

Could you do general dating headcannons for Russia or Norway? They’re both so precious. No pressure to do them though, love your stories btw

a/n: If you're interested, I do have some Russia dating headcanons here. So, I decided to write some for Norway instead! ;)

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Dating Headcanons for Norway

From an outside perspective, Lukas has a rather pensive and indifferent countenance.

This, in and of itself, can feel a rather extreme barrier to many. However, if that barrier is meticulously removed, the person underneath is certainly worth discovering.

Getting to know Lukas is a bit of a dance, but once a connection is made, you’ll find yourself enveloped in his world.

Really, this is a foundational part of dating Lukas—getting to know his inner world, and him making the intentional decision to involve you in it.

You get a front-row seat to see how well-versed Lukas is at arcane practices, with him eager to show you how to conduct said practices as you’re comfortable with.

You learn about spells, strange creatures, and folklore so removed from your life that all the ins and outs are hard to keep up with.

Languages, phrases, runes, and glyphs—he’ll have you delightfully spiraling into a life of sorcery and enchantment. Lukas’ curiosity-fueled sense of adventure is endless, so if you choose to indulge him in this area, who knows where you’ll end up next?

Amidst it all, Lukas is wonderfully authentic, and encourages you to discover individual parts of yourself that seemed to be bubbling just under the surface—just waiting to see the light of day.

Lukas has a spark of wit, and you can never help but to encourage the glint of mischief that’s always sitting just beyond his eyes.

Expect serene, peaceful nights at home. No overwhelming expectations or the weight of the world—just you, Lukas, and your shared company.

He’s always at the ready to pull you close and wrap a warm, comforting blanket around the both of you.

At that point, you might put on a movie, play a game, or maybe just sit there huddled together, talking about anything and everything until 3 o’ clock in the morning.

You love the latter nights in particular.

Most likely, Lukas won’t be able to introduce you to his family in the way he wanted. Rather, there will be an obnoxiously loud knock on his front door. Neither of you expected company.

This person was nice enough to knock, but not patient enough to wait on Lukas to open the door—Matthias just helps himself and walks right in.

You look surprised, Lukas looks annoyed, and Matthias has the biggest grin on his face seeing a girl over at Lukas’ house of all places!

Matthias asks a million questions, and Lukas humors with no answers as he’s quickly shoved out the door.

Lukas is embarrassed and you reassure him everything is really okay.

It takes a bit of time after ‘the incident’, but you convince Lukas you really would love to meet his family, and when you do, you fit in perfectly.

[milaisreading]

Hetalia AU:

Finland: Where were you yesterday?

Iceland: Yeah, it was unusual to not see you around.

Yn: Ah... My boss said to make more friends. To not be just around the same people all the time

Denmark: Well, your boss can suck my d-

Norway starts chocking him while Finland tries to calm them down.

Sweden: And who did you meet up?

Yn: My boss arranged a meeting with Hungary and Taiwan.

Norway after Finland separated him from Denmark: Sounds nice. And, how were they to hang out with?

Yn, remembering all the yaoi art of other countries Hungary and Taiwan showed her: It... It was nice... Uhm... I think I have enough of making friends for this decade.

The rest of the Nordics wonder for the rest of the day what happened, while Yn plays with Hana and Ladonia.

[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

[coco-sensei]

hello, sweetheart!! i really love your profile -- it is very pretty ｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡

may I kindly ask for the soft! yandere nordics with whimsical/dreamy reader? (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

catching nargles and taking care of them all 🥺

thank you so much!! (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

Soft!Yandere! Nordics x reader

Warnings; accidentally killing nargles/fairies (sorry anon and everyone reading) and swearing

Norway

You wouldn't even know he's a Yandere

He does more softer with you than anyone but not to a suspicion point

He knows that he has to keep his yandere tendencies undetected

When he saw you that morning catching nargles in a jar

(Specifically injured ones)

The only other people that he knows can see magical creatures are Romania and England.

He thought it was odd how you were catching the little guys so he followed you.

And he watched as you stopped at what seemed to be a picnic

And he continued watching you behind a tree as you nurtured the little thing

He never seen someone take their time to nurture nargles so he was surprised

And that's how he fell in love with you

A few days after that

You'd see him holding a troll while looking for any other small magical creatures to help

He acted like he never seen you before and strikes up a conversation

And he pretends to be shock when you tell him you can see magical creatures just like him

He will then offer to teach you some magic

And then your relationship grew after that

He liked how optimistic you where

Always in your own world so easily distracted

And teaching you magic and potion making

And he's such a sweet totally normal boyfriend!

But…

While you're out busy healing magical animals with the potions he thought you how to make

He's probably blackmailing/killing the people labelling you as crazy

Since they can't see the things you see you do look kinda crazy

But what if rumours spread like crazy and they take you away from him to put you in a mental hospital!?

He's not letting that happen.

So know your neighbour that also yelled at you for being “crazy” now hasn't left there house in 5 weeks

Iceland

Because I do not know whether Iceland can see magical creatures like his brother or not, this will go two ways.

Either 1 he's really jealous that he can't see the things you see like he's brother

(One time he almost killed a nargle by accidentally stepping on them 💀)

So this leads to him being very upset

He'll likely ask his brother for potion making classes so he can give you a healing potion

As much as he hates to admit it

He doesn't want Norway to teach you

It's not that he doesn't trust you two he just doesn't wanna be left out

And he hates how he's partner is running around the forest looking for “nargles” and “trolls”

Everyone tells him that he needs to help you seek professional help

Or….

Either 2

He does see the things you do

but doesn't interest in them to much

But he will after finding out you do

He asks Norway to teach him so one day he can impress you

And you two will become lovers or something like that.

Idk he just wants to impress you really bad lol

He'll learn about potion making and go where you usually go to look for fairies/nargles as well

And heal them up

And wait for you to notice him so you to can start a conversation

When you two do end up getting together he tries to go with you on your little hunts

Makes sure no-one sees you two

Don't want people thinking you guys are crazy

If someone does end up seeing

He'll blackmail them to keep their mouth shut

He isn't possessive over you or anything just gets a little jealous

That's all

Denmark

Denmark I'm pretty sure can't see magical creatures and stuff

So he…

Thinks your crazy

But has the “I can fix her” mindset

I mean you are just so sweet and whimsical it can't be that hard

But he doesn't trust someone with you so tries to hire a professional that he can bribe.

He thinks your crazy until Norway shows him you are sane Denmark just can see the shit you can

And he's all

“Well damn 😀”

But that does stop him lol

You two end up together anyways

Since Norway is pretty big he

*Sighs*

Has killed a fairy in accident one then

(He was running in the house and so happened to step on one)

HE IS SOOOOO SORRYYYYYY

“BABE! I'm sorry I didn't mean to!” He doesn't realise it till the end of the day because he can't see fairies

But he will be careful from then on

You will hear him in some random room in the house yelling

“BABE GET OVER HERE ARE THERE ANYTHING ON THE GROUND!?”

He's overall a good fun and loving boyfriend

No one would ever expect him of being a Yandere

Oh the people that spread rumours about you?

Saying that you're Crazy?

Or that you are with the devil?

WHAT PEOPLE SILLY!?

Yep they are all getting a taste of Denmark's axe

Sweden

Sweden

He fell in love with you when he saw you through the glass window of some antique store

You weren't like the rest

The only other people there were people in there 60s or people just trying to sell their trash away

But you where there admiring some cute little jar with a smile

Walking out the antique store with a wide smile on your face

You guys eventually became friends

He fell even harder when he saw your pure soul

You where a sweet angle with nothing but optimism and whimsical dreams in your body

But

When you started dating and told him what you did in your spare time

(Helping magical creatures in the woods)

He…

Thinks you are in need of professional

Help

Will get you said professional health

Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh it's a little hard ngl

He is so serious and thinks there is something seriously wrong with you

Don't even try to get your way out of this

If you try to get your little friends to help you

Sorry sweetie but this isn't Disney 😞

You are not getting out

When you tell him that they're right In Front of you

He will proceed to waving his hand in rapidly in front of you not knowing he is currently killing a shit ton of fairies by smacking them

Yeah you getting traumatized

He's just trying to help

He thinks that these delusions are really making a horrible impact on your relationship

If people try to say anything bad…

They disappear into thin air

Period

Finland

He fell in love with you while you were buying some candy canes for Christmas

(If you don't celebrate Christmas you just buying some other type of candy for yourself)

And that's when he knew he wanted—

No

Needed you

You two quickly became friends

Having so much in common after all

Eventually falling in love and the rest is history

When you tell him about your little friends

He is concerned

But will act like everything is fine

Just because he thinks you have schizophrenia doesn't mean that will ruin the relationship

He will try to help you as much as he can

But in the end you keep on insisting

He will vent to the other Nordics about this

And when Norway tells him everything thing

It all clicks!

He brings Norway with him home to help him see seeing your little friends

And tries his best with you

(And hasn't killed any fairies:3)

He thinks it's just so adorable how you care for the little thing

Even though you look crazy since he can't seem them

It's so sweet of you!

If people call you crazy then

He will just blackmail them

Just cute boyfriend things!

Sorry I was so late anon, I was quite busy and had no motivation at all. But I really liked your request. Thanks for the request!

—Coco Rori 🎐🫧

[chuwa-chan]

The babysitter {Nordic5xReader}

Summary; Y/n is tasked to babysit for the whole summer due to her not having any plans (and being a broke ass bitch—).

Warnings; swearing, that's all.

Rest of the series here

Chapter 1

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Laying on your bed completely bored out of your mind. You have just got back from school and are now officially on summer break.

You and your “friends” that weren't going out with their family for summer vacation were supposed to hangout with you but.

For some unknown good forsaken reason they and your other friends had ghosted you a week ago.

You were now officially alone. Your siblings were already off to college. Probably be home next week. And your parents are out getting groceries.

Your family wasn't planning on doing much either. So now here you were all alone with nothing to do.

Pulling out your phone you began mindlessly scrolling on Tumblr. Nothing much to do anyways.

When you suddenly got a call. It was from your aunt. “Hey dear. You've got any plans this summer”. ‘FUCK NO’ was what you where gonna say but you knew better.

“Nahh.” You said. “Great! I was wondering if you could babysit for me. I had promised my friend but unfortunately something came up.” Your aunt said.

“Ummmm idk I'm kinda not good with kids…” you replied. “Oh come on sweetie, please do it for your auntie.” She said, “how many are there anyways?” you asked.

“5 boys—”

“OH HELL NAH! I don't do men, I don't do little kids, I don't do having to take care of 5! Kids.” You shouted. Not even caring. Children can be the devil.

Especially the boys.

“Well the parents are quite wealthy~ they will pay a lot~ and… I'll let you keep all the money. And even give you an extra hundred~” she said. “*Sigh*” you let out a sigh letting your aunt know she had one.

Unfortunately for you. You were in fact. A Broke ass bitch. And you needed money badddddddd. “Ok I'll do it… how long do I have to babysit them…” you asked. “Just 12 weeks!” she said.

“THAT'S TAKING MY WHOLE SUMMER!” You yelled. “But I thought you didn't have plans.” She replied. “Yeah but—... Never mind…”.

“Great. I'll give you the number of the driver that will take you.” She said. “WAIT A MINUTE IF THESE PEOPLE ARE SO RICH WHY AM I BABYSITTING!?!?!?? can't they well I don't know like to hire a professional or something!?” You asked.

“Well the parents don't trust strangers even if they are professionals and are taking all their trusted maids and butlers with them. Only gardeners, chiefs and drivers… since they're going overseas for vacation.”

“Then why can't they just bring their kids!?” you asked. “Because they're all grounded. AND WHY ARE YOU ASKING SO MANY QUESTIONS IF YOU ALREADY SAID YES!? DO YOU WANT TO GET PAID OR NOT!?” Your aunt shouted at you.

“Ok ok I'll call the driver to pick me up now….” you said. “Ok sweetie love you bye.” She said as she hung up the phone before you could say “I love you” back.

You then called the driver and gave him your address.

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You looked out the window as the driver drove through the luxurious neighbourhood. EVERY SINGLE HOUSE WAS A (SMALL) MANSION. And they were all spread far apart equally due to their big lawns.

It took quite a while when you finally arrived at the mansion. It as wayyy bigger than all the other mansions. And oh boy. Considering house prices, these hoes weren't rich. No they were rich rich, and would say they were “comfortable”.

The driver rolled down his window at some random machine and proceeded to slide some kind of card. That had opened the very large gate.

[Small time skip]

You entered the house to see a woman dressed ready to go with her husband with butlers and maids ready with some luggages.

“Oh you must be Y/n right!” She said cheerfully. She had many jewels on her and you could smell the luxurious perfumes from a mile away.

“Yes ma’am.” You said bowing to the lady. “Oh please call me Ms. Christensen!” she said. Shaking your hand. “And I’m Mr. Christensen. Please meet you dear.”. he said gently, shaking your hand.

“Now I would like you to note a few things.” she said

“1. Sweden is the oldest he mostly keeps to himself so you won't have to worry much but he is rather attached to his younger brother Finland.”

“2. Denmark is the second oldest. He can be quite the devil. He's very hyper. And is always stirring up some mischief. So keep a close eye on him.”

“3. Finland is the middle child. He's a very good boy but sometimes he can be rather childish. And clingy.”

“4. Norway is the second youngest. He keeps to himself but do not be fooled he can be quite the devil.”

“And lastly”

“5. Iceland is the youngest. He's quite sensitive and defensive so try not to get him mad ok.”

“That's all dear!” She said, Smiling. “I will surely keep that all in mind.” You said. Using every fiber of your being as to not burst out laughing Bowing down to cover your red face.

You feel bad for the kids depending on how old they are. They either will/are getting bullied at school. Rip them kids.

These kids have such weird names their parents might as well be celebrities. If they ever get another kid what the hell are they Gonna name him/her!?

“Good. OH BOYS GIVE YOUR MOTHER A KISS BEFORE SHE LEAVES!” She ordered. You stopped bowing to get a good look at the kids. And they where

NOT KIDS!? HELL THEY WERE ALL TALLER THAN YOU! SHIT SOME EVEN LOOK A LITTLE BIT OLDER THAN YOU! And they kinda……

“Ok goodbye kids!” You hear the mother say as the butlers close the door.

“Hey…” you said awkwardly. One of the boys dashed up to you. “Hey there I'm Matthias!” She said cheerfully grabbing your hands. ‘Wait so are those dumbass names their actual names or not!?’

“I'm berwald…” a tall man said. As he towered over you. “I'm Tino!” One of the boys said cheerfully. “Lukas.” “Emil” the other two boys said.

Note; this was inspired by “Don't mess with the babysitter {Nordics 5 x reader}” by “xYourHero” on deviant art. However I put my own spin on it and rewrote it. While still keeping somen aspects of the plot, there are A LOT of differences. And I've basically re written it entirely with Keeping some aspects of the plot.

A/n; hope you had fun reading this. It took me like 2 hours but yeahhhhhhhhhhhh. This is a series by the way so stay toned if you'd like.

[merbear25]

Heehee, I'm sending you another immortal reader request, could you do it with 3 of the Nordics (your choice for which ones). Reading the immortal reader x hetalia is really tickling my brain! -🪽

Hello, lovely 🪽 anon! Glad to see you again :) I'm glad I'm helping tickle your brain. We all need that sometimes tbh. I tried so hard not to use elves in these because hot damn they're everywhere in Norse mythology. I hope you like what I've written for you 💜💜

a/n: I read a few slightly conflicting stories on the physical appearance of a Keiju (one being tiny, the other being a slightly smaller human) so please forgive me if it's a bit off.

pt 1, pt 2, pt 3

CW: fluff, headcanons, slight angst in Denmark's, these creatures are typically depicted as women in folklore but no pronouns are used for reader.

Meeting an immortal (Norway, Denmark, Finland)

Norway: Huldra Reader

Wandering the forests, you found a lot of solitude amongst the trees. With so many settlements popping up on the outskirts, your curiosity was piqued.

Observing the new people, you caught glimpses of a light-haired man who looked to be rather young in comparison to the others. It seemed they were organizing the layout of the soon to be village. Watching from afar, you thought of ways to work your magic on your unsuspecting prey.

He was scouting the area for good places to fish when you stealthily stalked him behind the trees. The lack of fortune he had fishing was beginning to wear on his patience. Coming out from behind the trees, he responded to you like all the others had—awe-struck.

His silence was telling, indicating that your charm was working. Eyeing his expression intently, you revealed your tail. Though glancing at it, he appeared unphased. Instead of being repulsed like the others, he surprised you; pointing out that your skirt was hiked up and you may catch a cold. A bit taken aback by his gentlemanly concern, you stepped a bit closer, taking more notice of where he was fishing.

“You may want to try fishing at that end over there.” You pointed at a spot at the opposite end of the lake. Giving you a blank stare, he nodded and thanked you for your advice. Every day he returned to that area, looking for something, fishing, or just enjoying the peaceful nature. You couldn’t help gaining interest in him. He seemed so much unlike the others, and naturally, you wanted to learn more about him.

You began exchanging pleasantries which eventually led to forming a friendship. He had so much knowledge of the world beyond yours, and you offered the same. His knowledge of your world and the creatures in it surprised you, but you felt even more intrigued. Who exactly was he?

Among one of your many meetings, you finally asked him why he didn’t age like the others. Informing you about the duties and existence of personifications, you felt a sense of relief blanket you.

Knowing he wasn’t going anywhere for a very long time brought you comfort. It brought the same to him, as well. Even though you would live for hundreds of years and him possibly outliving you, you were happy to know your dear friend would be around for many years. You got the feeling he was glad too.

Denmark: Mermaid Reader

The summer sun felt nice on your face. You were relaxing in your favorite cove away from the growing hustle and bustle of the towns lining the coast.

Every now and then, a straggler would appear—typically a man either exploring the area or rowing along the calm waters admiring the natural beauty of the cliff side. Sometimes you’d practice your singing on them. Most of the time you did so out of boredom or to get them out of your hair when they became a bit too interested.

On your way to your favored spot one day, you spotted a man walking along the beach. He was wearing a carefree smile as he soaked in that day’s rays, leisurely strolling down the unpaved path. Trying not to get too close in fear of him spotting you, you lurked behind, watching him.

You decided to take cover behind a rock, patiently waiting for him to do something. He appeared unremarkable, boring and a bit ditsy even. “Hey, there!” You jumped out of your skin at the overly familiar, flirtatious call coming from behind you. These men snatched the attention of the man you were observing, as well.

He came running, shouting at them to leave you alone. Feeling cornered, you thrashed about in the water, calling attention to your scaly form. Unfortunately, this only caused your distasteful suitors’ desire for you to increase—scheming to auction you off, no doubt. Just as one of the men threw a net over you, a large rock was hurled at his face, making full contact and knocking him back.

Focusing on trying to get out of the net, the sounds of the other men’s yelps of pain and eventual retreat were already fading off in the distance when you heard someone splashing in the shallow waters towards you. Panicking, you warned them to stay back.

“Let me help you!” His caring tone soothed you enough to stop thrashing. He untangled the net from around you, immediately in awe at what he was seeing—a mermaid. His face lit up with a type of childlike wonder, wanting so badly to talk to you, to get to know you. Despite being shy, especially around humans, you humored him. After all, he just saved your life.

With nearly daily conversations, you learned all about his experience as a personification: the good and the bad. When he mentioned how hard it was to get close to anyone who wasn’t also a country, you felt a twinge of sympathy. Even though you weren’t immortal, you’d be around for hundreds of years. You offered to stay with him for as long as this world would have you, which earned you the most sincere smile of gratitude you ever received.

Finland: Keiju Reader

As the mist kissed your skin, you wandered happily amongst the flowers blooming in the meadow. You adored taking the time to care for them, smelling their sweet petals.

Such serenity was becoming more and more difficult to come by in the modern world. The reality of it made a tightness in your chest appear, hoping that the inevitable would have been further in the future.

Unfortunately, you felt forced to frequent that meadow less and less, seeing as many humans were venturing out of towns and cities to explore more of nature. Generally speaking, you didn’t mind humans. However, you could feel a part of you die when you saw one of them disrespecting this lovely world.

Being painfully shy, you regrettably slinked away when an opportunity to confront them presented itself. Eventually, you retreated into the deep forest, finding peace next to a pond. You dipped your feet in it, your wings fluttering in response to the sensation of the cool water.

Closing your eyes for a moment to soak in the peaceful moment, you were jolted awake by a small tongue licking your arm. Letting out a startled shriek, the surprising greeting had come from a small dog. “Oh, hello there. Are you all alone?”  Your tone was soft, helping the dog regain its confidence after the sudden yelp you made.

“Don’t bother the nice lady, Hanatamago!” As the man came closer, it was apparent that he noticed you were no ordinary woman. Stood there with his eyes wide, he quickly apologized if his dog was bothering you and reassured you that he was very friendly.

You responded politely, saying you didn’t mind since you didn’t have the chance to see many dogs. Commenting on how much of a sweetheart his pet was, he used that as a segue of continuing the conversation. In spite of your bashfulness, there was something calming about him. You were starting to enjoy your conversation, even hoping it wouldn’t end. Learning more about each other, you shared stories and opened up to each other.

Learning about the other’s identity, taking the time to understand each other: you couldn’t have asked for a better first impression. You were comforted by the fact that he wouldn’t age. Even though you would, you’d be around for many more centuries; he was more than willing to let you know how glad he was that he’d have plenty of time to spend with you.

[snowed-in-nordics]

why do you hate denmark so much? xd

[insert here screaming of 'bad romance' across entire home] luna; dane är otrevlig igen- // dane is being obnoxious again. luna; min käraste, vill du ta en kvällstur senare? // beloved, would you like an evening ride later? bernwald; ja <3

[apple---cider---vinegar]

Lukas and Snow

You'd woken up earlier than expected and couldn't go back to sleep.

Instead of tossing and turning and accidentally waking Lukas up, you decide to head out of the room. You wrap yourself in warm sweaters, fuzzy socks and settle yourself in the balcony to enjoy watching the snowfall.

When Lukas wakes up, he's surprised to not find you in bed. He wraps his blanket tight around himself and heads out to look for you.

He finds you in the balcony and settles himself in the chair next to yours.

You blow him a kiss.