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Norway x Reader ~The Smart Version~~The Smart Version~
Autumn is young. The air can barely be considered crisp as it can be considered nippy. The temperature is just right: not too hot, not too cold. Today is a perfect day for a walk; however, regardless of how lovely of a day it is, there is much studying and preparation to be done.
Lukas Bondevik is a busy man, and like all busy people, time is precious to him; it is something that cannot be returned, created, or given back. It is unfortunate, but just like most inconveniences barring his path, Lukas finds a way to work around them or simply endure. One of these such inconveniences does not consist of the lack of time or the fact that he cannot retire for the day; rather, the convenience is one of serious matters, one that can throw off his entire thought-out schedule and push each set event back a notch—like dominoes if it is to be compared to anything relatable. The inconvenience: the café Lukas frequents is closed for the next three months for renovati
Norway x Reader ~What Remains~~What Remains~
A thin layer of sticky oils filmed your fingertips as you reached into the small glass jar for another piece of rich, bitter candy.
Sometimes, while you were mindlessly reaching for an additional treat, you found yourself not touching licorice, but the cold, yet soft hands of your fellow licorice-lover, Lukas.
Your friend wasn’t exactly the conversational type. Neither of you spoke a word to each other as you remained staring at the television screen, only occasionally making a short remark or a quick cheer of support for the athletes competing for hard-earned medals through the screen.
It wasn’t long before your automatic grab for the candies slowed to a halt as the games continued on, and the licorice’s bitterness became increasingly heavy and rich. Soon, you couldn’t eat anymore and stopped.
Then, a few minutes before the program was over, your friend finally spoke up, this time, directly at you.
“______________, there’s one piece l
Norway x Reader ~The Lasting Version~~The Lasting Version~
It is late autumn. The trees surrounding Eliatha University are bare, and the streets are swept clean for the coming of finals. In this time, Lukas has not visited _________________. He has not found the courage to face her and ask her why she did what she did. The easiest way will be to ask Mathias to ask her, but Lukas knows that is being selfish and cowardly. He will not take this route, though he has little other options to choose from. Another easy option would be to convince himself that she was drunk and could not make rational decisions on the fly. Perhaps she saw it as a friendly gesture, a way of thanking him for choosing her over Mathias; however, Lukas cannot bring himself to believe ______________ of all people would choose to kiss someone so easily. It was hardly romantic.
The scenario rewinds in his head like a recorded television program. He has pondered all of the different angles, the different reasons, and the different possibilities that might
Norway x Reader ~The Longing Version~~The Longing Version~
There is one particular section in his textbook Lukas finds himself flipping back to from time to time. He has studied this section several times over since it was a required area of study back in his anatomy days. However, even after the second grueling year of med school passed, he has flipped to this section enough times that the spine has become indented.
The med student scowls. This is a problem. He cannot afford to have anyone—Mathias most of all—stealing this book. Lukas is the type of person who keeps things orderly and neat, concise and proper. If Mathias steals this book and drops it onto this section, then questions will begin to arise.
But Lukas begins to doubt his own minor paranoia. It is not as though his friend is the most observant person in the school. He should not have to fret over something that can cause him unnecessary stress; it is, as he thinks, an inconvenience.
Just as he begins to close his textbook, Lukas hears the sound of
Dragon!Norway x Reader x Dragon!Iceland ~Steamy~
“__-______________, stay still,” your dragon instructed. “Please, it’ll only make it harder for me to—”
“Ah…! L-Lukas, it’s hot!” you squealed. As you said that, a viscous steaming-hot liquid began to creep up to your thighs, soaking you through and through and irritating your skin.
“Lukas, hurry,” Emil panted. “I’ll take her from behind. It’s going to shoot at any moment.”
“Lukas, I’m so wet…” you whimpered, feeling your body going limp. Exhausted from your efforts, your eyelids began to droop from expelling so much energy, trying to endure the pain.
Sensing you were about to reach your breaking point, Lukas quickly latched into your wrists and gave them a tight squeeze, signaling he was about to act. He knew he had to be careful; one faulty slip-up, and the three of you would have been left in searing pain.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to have go
Romania x Reader ~Wedding Talk~~Wedding Talk~
“I think if I ever get married, I’m not going to have a wedding.”
Vladimir looked up from his paper and stared in your direction, his tiny top hat jerking a little from his head’s motion. For once he wasn’t smiling at your verbal thought.
“Why not?” he asked. “You only get married once—depending on whether or not the relationship lasts. But…I think you’d be someone who’d stay in a permanent relationship, ______________.”
You had to smile at that last bit. “You think so?” Taking that into consideration, you ran your fingers through your hair. “It’s just that nowadays, weddings are so expensive and a hassle; there are reservations to fill out, guests to meet and talk to, dresses, and dances…The list goes on, doesn’t it? I think if you really love someone, you shouldn’t care if you have a wedding or not, Vlad.”
He blinked his ruby eyes. “What
Magic Trio x Reader ~Camigani's Corner~ ProloguePrologue
Something told you that you weren’t supposed to be here. It was out of place like a jigsaw puzzle from another box mixed in with another, or a brick sticking out of an otherwise flawless layout due to a rupture or tremor beneath the earth. The wind was out of tune, and the population of pedestrians and vehicles had vanished into thin air. From the other side of the foggy glass, a faint scent of incense leaked through the hidden cracks, and before you knew it, your feet had dragged you in the direction of the bell-hung door, through the jangling handle, and into the curious little shop known only by the faded lettering on the sign as “Camigani’s Corner.”
Iceland x Reader ~If We Were a Rainbow~“If we were a rainbow, you would be the hot colors.”
Papers shuffle like the rustling of dry leave under autumns’ late-coming frost. A messy mop of white hair pokes out from a magazine, its wearer looking less than pleased with the declaration.
“It’s the complete opposite,” he refutes with a stern frown. Years of practicing negative expressions left his otherwise flawless porcelain skin with lines along his cheeks in hard diagonal creases. “If you look at me and the way I look, I’d be the one with the cool colors.” He pauses to check himself, his pale lavender eyes wandering aimlessly around the room. As the more sensitive one in your relationship, he often wonders about the things that come out of his very mouth. “By ‘hot colors,’ you mean red, orange, and yellow, right?”
“Right,” you smile.
His thin, equally pale eyebrows fold together in a crease. “But that doesn’t make sense. I loo
England x Reader ~Brown Sugar~~Brown Sugar~
As if the burning cinders in the snug, distant hearth were speaking with their neighbor ashes, the flames kick and cough up crinkled slivers. The air—heavy with the slick salty hint of butter, almonds, and caramelizing sugar—brings back fond memories of days long past and gone…but not forgotten.
Off in the distance, you can hear the families singing in the living area, a collection of muscles pulling at the edge of your lips in an upward crescent. Little instances like these remind you that you are alive and living here in the present. Miniscule moments that would otherwise pass can be caught by the eye before it can blink the seconds away.
In the sanctuary of sounds that is the kitchen, the sweet crystals burn into fumes, blackening along the seams and glittering in hopeful crystals. The once twinkling grains of fine, sweet maple-colored sand have melted into a slur of unrecognizable intangibility. Offering no shape in their forging form, you patiently
Reading Norwegian (Norway x Reader)He is always calm, collected, and stoic-featured. His blue eyes can intimidate anyone who does not know him with the fear that they are boring him. His feelings are hidden behind an uncaring mask that people cannot figure out. Even his brothers do not understand what he is feeling, and always have to rely on one person to tell them.
She has known Lukas for a shorter period of time than most, but she can read him like a book. This, honestly, scares Lukas in an oddly pleasant way. To know that someone like (y/n) can read him. To know that someone understands creates a strangely calm feeling within the blond.
She sits next to Lukas, staring down at a book in her lap without really reading it. Her (e/c) eyes scan the page but do not comprehend what she is reading. He knows this because she has not turned the page in a good five minutes. Granted, she is reading Norwegian, a language she has only just started to learn.
But she is determined. Determined to become flue
Watching the stars. Norway x Reader
What is your favorite thing to do?
You could have said many things to answer that kind of question. Whether it was to knit sweaters for your friends and family, to bake a cake, to design a certain type of clothing, there were various types of ways to answer that question. Because, as we all know, all people had different things they like to do. We're not all the same. We have different opinions, different points of view, and that's what makes us unique. Or at least, that's what I think that makes all of us very unique.
But [Name] always had a hard time answering that type of question. Sounds silly, doesn't it? She knew it was pretty crazy. I mean, what kind of person is she if she doesn't know what was her favourite thing to do? But still, she would think and think all day, what was her favourite thing to do? She liked to blog about things. But that wasn't typically her favourite thing to do. [Name] liked to plant flowers, but that wasn't also her favourite thing to do. S
(Superstar!NorwayxReporter!Reader) Forty Days(Ch1)"[Surname!]" Your boss's voice reached you all the way from the newsroom. It sounded urgent and so you got up from your seat with a sigh, leaving your papers on your desk. "Could you walk any slower, [Surname]?!"
"I'm coming, I'm COMING!" Your growled out loud, flicking your hair to the side, eyes trained coldly on that damn man on whose payroll you happened to be on. Other than that, he was just SO demanding.
"Good, get yourself inside this newsroom!" The boss ordered and you walked in with a sigh, sliding your hands into your pockets as you came to his side. "Do you know who this is?" He asked you, pointing to the picture clipped to the file in his hand.
"Uhh," you peered over his shoulder, looking down at the picture on the file... The man had short, light blond hair adorned by a Nordic Cross barrette. His face was expressionless and difficult to read and almost as mysterious as the twinkle in his dull blue eyes. "Oh, uh, yeah."
"Oh, uh, yeah?" Your boss mimicked your words with an
Norway x Reader: Once Upon A Bookshop There he was again, in the exact same spot at the exact same time, just like he was every Tuesday.
You peeked at him from behind a bookshelf, your gleaming (e/c) eyes watched his dull blue ones as they darted across the pages of the book. One of his large hands preparing the next page for turning and the other he used to hold the novel. If you looked closely you could notice his thin lips moving ever so slightly, and you could tell he was muttering the words on the page to himself. Your eyes flickered up to his light hair that you longed to run your fingers through, his cross barrette adorned its usual place, and that strange small curl bounced slightly in the breeze of a open window.
You wondered why this man intrigued you so, you didn't even know his name! Yet when he walks in at exactly nine o'clock every Tuesday morning, you find your eyes drawn to him. H
Norway x Reader. Chess pieces and coffee kisses.So here you were. At a quiet, shy man's house as he was about to teach you chess. Just how you'd gotten there was quite beyond you. One minute you were talking with Tino, Emil, and Mathias, and the next you were stood outside Lukas' house as he unlocked his door. You were pretty certain you hadn't been knocked out or anything of the sort, you just completely forgot. Why had you forgotten...?
"________?" You were snapped out of your reverie by the sound of your name and you looked up to see Lukas waiting for you to step inside. Blinking, you did, thanking him quietly. He shut the door behind you both, and a rather uncomfortable silence settled on the two of you. Suddenly, his eyes seemed to catch on something behind you, and you looked to see what it was. There was nothing you could see. Looking back to him, his eyes followed a smooth arc and he blinked, looking back to you and blushing slightly. "S-sorry." He stammered slightly.
"That's okay..." You knew about his ability to see
NorwayXReader: Just a lonely bad dream
Just a lonely, bad dream.
You took in a sharp breath as you stood from the kneeling position you were forced to fall to, wiping some blood from your mouth with the back of your hand. You looked back across the battlefield to the army you were facing against, before looking to where your army would stand, watching your back and blocking any attacks at you with themselves... that is, if you had an army.
The large area of land was dry and barren, not a single soul in sight.
You looked back to your opponents to see all of the people that you used to call your friends and family.
They had all abandoned you and were now in war against you for who know's what?
You stood there with no weapon, no army, no backup plan and you were already badly injured, but you had no idea why.
The dark clouds that hid the sun as they hung in the sky, started to pour rain down upon the earth, making the scene before you even more gory and depressing then it was before, soaking you to the bone. As t
Because... [Norway X Reader]You walked out to the snow covered sidewalk outside the school gates, hurrying your steps.
"Ah, Lukas! I'm sorry to have you wait for so long." You said as you two began your walk to your homes. You lived right next to each other and were childhood friends. Everyday you walked to school and back, together.
"It can't be helped." He said bluntly, walking by you side, brushing his shoes through the snow.
You two walked silently, like you'd always. He never started a conversation whenever you two would walk home, and neither would you. The presence of each other was enough though, silence was never a problem with both of you. Sometimes you would hum a song, he'd ask what song it is, you'd answer, and the conversation ends with you smiling. He never did though. But you knew him long enough that his usual blunt face, was his natural.
But this time, when you both neared home, he asked you something that took you aback.
"Can I court you?"
You stopped in your tracks, your c
A Comfortable Lull, NorwayxReader Silence.
Soft. Delicate. An almost fragile state. A state that Lukas had almost perfected over his long years he had spent on this planet. But this state was also one that he enjoyed sharing with the right person.
There were just a few people who were able to maintain this sort of silence with him. Many found the lack of words too awkward to be around, they always spoke, rambling and ranting as he just looked blankly at them because as they obviously didn't realize, Lukas quite enjoyed the soft buzz of silence. And you were one of the few that could actually respect that.
You lay with him on the couch, your legs wrapped and tangled around his as you lay on your side. Your fingers wove themselves into his soft, almost feather-like locks of silver hair, smiling up at him.
You hadn't even remembered falling asleep. You knew you had though, because the television screen was still on, displaying a fuzzy screen of static t
[Solider!NorwayxDepressed!Reader] The Best Present
(QUICK NOTE - It is kind of depressing with mild swearing and the full title is '[MIA!Solider!Norway x Depressed!Lonely!Reader] The Best Christmas Present' A less depressing Christmas Norway x Reader is in the description)
You opened your eyes to a cold morning, light spilling through the frosted window. Looking over at the clock you read '10:21 am December 24th'. You sighed and rolled over to find the king-sized bed empty, as expected. You again sighed, placing your hand on the empty space of the mattress. You had no motivation to get out of bed anymore, especially today. After some time you turned your head to check the time; '11:14 am December 24th'. You slowly pulled yourself out of bed and went to the master bathroom. You stood in the mirror, looking blankly at yourself; you were a mess. Your (h/l)(h/c) hair was untamed, your eyes were a puffy red, and the light amount of eyes makeup you wore the day before was had bleed down your cheeks. You would usuall
Norway x Reader ~Shortcut~~Shortcut~
There had to be an easier way to get there. He wanted to get closer, to know her better. The miniscule slip-ups tripped up his tongue, strung his stomach in wrings, and choked his lungs. He couldn’t steady his line of approach. And as he waited, she moved on and drifted farther away.
There had to be a faster way to get there. He had watched her from an entire scope of angles for so long; nothing should have escaped his eyes. He could play it cool: he could start off with a smooth start in velvet notes. He could use the direct method: he could keep it confident and ride it out.
Or he could be himself.
There had to be an honest way to get there. No more masks, no more hiding. Break her lines of defense one by one until he could see his destination with his own eyes, his own fingers, his own lips.
To the very beginning of the first gesture to the first short moment of eye contact, every second counted. He had to catch her at the right moment and bide his time down to the
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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