DenNor Fanfiction part 1I was in my high school's music room playing my violin when I heard the door behind me open.I stopped playing and turned around to see who it was. "Oh,it's just you Matthias." I said as I put my violin away.He gave me his signature grin and approached me. "You didn't have to put your violin away you know." He said.I turned around to look at him,my face was hiding emotions as usual. "I was done playing.What are you doing here anyways?" I asked.Things were silent for a moment,then Matthias smirked. "Hey Lukas,do me a favor and go on a date with me." He said/asked without hesitation.I stared at him for a few seconds before hitting the top of his head with my fist (but not too hard). "Don't say stupid things like that." I said.He was oblivious to what had happened,but he understood that he was turned down (I could tell).He then grabbed my wrists and backed me up against the wall with my hands on either side of my head. "Lukas,I was being serious.Please go on a date with me." He asks again.
Much To Do With Admiration-DenNor Previous explorations left Lukas Bondevik as close to seclusion as possible. He was damaged, well, his heart, and crestfallen by the prodding humiliation of betrayal and romance. It seemed so wonderful back then, when he was just a naive, young boy that could peek over at a sweet girl with a blossoming smile and wave, and she would blush and giggle at him as often they would. But once he hit high school, the world had stabbed him in the back with love's careless revenge, and after so long of painful tears and remorse, karma had finally hit Lukas hard.
It wasn't until months later that Lukas truly forgot about his harsh break-up, which had been received through a horrible note that left a pit of dread in his churning stomach. Just looking at the crude and blunt words made him sick with eyes tearing up furiously and his knuckles going a numb white-the paper was crumpled beneath his shaken, powerful grasp, and immediately thrown out ont
Ice Cold and Flaming Hot DenNorHetalia: Axis Powers
Fanfiction (Denmark x Norway)
Ice Cold (Norway's POV)
Norway was cold. Everything made him feel like ice, nothing could make him warm. He was a little snowflake, lost alone in the wide world. An ice cold heart, that couldn't heat up. So he thought. Until Denmark showed up. When Norway saw that bubbly, open-minded person the first time, he was scared. It scared him, all these feelings, which appeard inside him. Norway felt something different, when he looked into the laughing face of that young lad. It was warmth. At first it was just a tiny spark, but the much he spent time with Denmark, then more the flame grew. His laugh, his energy, his enthusiastic look- all these things made the flame inside of him grow, dancing all over his body.
Norway hated Denmark. That shady guy had really managed it, to confuse him, to make his ice cold barrier fall. He was confused and angry. The heat, that firework in his stomach...He hated it. Norway wished he could have his ice cold
DenNor Fanfiction part 3So today was going to be the day that mine and Matthias's friendship would change for better or for worse.I was in my fourth class and I was thinking of a way to answer his question through a letter.But when I was right in the middle of the letter a certain obnoxious German was reading it over my shoulder and started laughing. "Are you writing a love letter to your little boyfriend or something.If so,the awesome Gilbert can help create the most awesome letter in history!" He said as he took my letter and started writing on the back of it. "There,all done." He says as he hands it back to me.I looked at it and my eye twitched a little in frustration.In all capital letters it said 'fuck me,signed Lukas'.Luckily his brother Ludwig was next to him. I looked over at the less annoying German and he was able to tell what I wanted him to do.He smacked the back of Gilbert's head and he finally stopped laughing.I sighed as this event finally ended and I went back to the letter. I only wrote a few
(Fem!Belarus x Fem!Reader)
In your eyes, Natalya Arlovskaya was a mystery, and a godsend nonetheless.
In your eyes, she was like the freshly fallen snow on a gorgeous landscape, something so flawless and untouched by nature, almost as if nature itself was too afraid to come near to taint the snow. Seeing Natalya made your chest tighten and your breath hitch.
You and Natalya were friends, but it wasn't always like that. It honestly took a lot for her to let you in, but it was inevitable.
//flashback to before you guys were acquainted//
It was lunch time right about now, and before you were going to set your things down at your usual table you shared with your friends, you decided to try and check out a poetry book that your friend, Francis had told you about. You scanned through the 'S' aisle when you heard someone sniffling behind you. Turning around you saw a girl with her head cast down, crying. You gently placed your things down and kneeled down in front of her.
"hey.." you said gently
DenNor (Denmark/Norway) - KissingThis is probably really out of character im sorry please enjoy
“Norway? You back here?” Denmark wandered through the expansive halls of the Nordic mansion. He turned the corner and knocked on Norway's door. He found that it was unlocked as it swung open and Denmark raised an eyebrow. It wasn't like Norway to leave his door open. He slowly walked through the open doorway into the other country's room, looking around skeptically. There was no sign of Norway, but the window across the room was open and there was some shiny substance on the windowsill.
Denmark walked over to the open window and ran his finger through the shiny substance. Glitter? No, not quite. It was something else, that was sure. Denmark's eyes widened. Fairy dust. He leaned over the railing, almost falling out from his enthusiasm (and probable drunkenness). Norway was sitting on the ground below the window, laughing quietly as fairies surrounded him. Denmark smiled to himself as he propped his head up on his
What He Doesn't Know: DenNor23/08/13
He’s cocky, arrogant, and always so damn cheerful.
I hate the way he smiles and how it makes me feel.
I hate the way I’ll notice how his hair ruffles when a breeze whisks by.
I hate the way his voice sounds and how I practically melt when I hear it.
I hate the way he laughs and how it makes me almost crack a smile every time I hear the obnoxious sound.
I hate the way his eyes crinkle when he looks at me, and I hate how I’ll get lost in them if I’m not too careful.
I hate the way he always looks in the morning before breakfast; his hair’s messy, he’s shirtless, and he smirks all the damn time.
I hate the way he won’t leave us Nordics alone. He’s always bothering Fin and Sverige, but he especially bothers me. And he never leaves my lillebror alone. Ice can never catch a break when that idiot’s around.
But Mathias also has some good qualities. They don’t necessarily cancel the bad ones out, but they hel
::DenNor:: Forever yoursIt started during the union. Denmark started becoming more and more obsessive over Norway. In the beginning it didn't seem all that strange; the world was shifting as always and hard on weak. Norway of course noticed the change in other's behaviour, but only saw it as will to survive and stay strong, so he didn't mind too much. Besides they had always been close, them two and Sweden too. But during the union Sweden started to move away from both Norway and Denmark. To Denmark it was a lot harder than to the other one, but no one, even to this day, knows how Sweden felt during that time.
Yes, Denmark became more and more obsessive. At times it started to bring out Denmark's dangerous side up. The side that had slept for years since the viking days passed. Denmark's temper started to erupt easier and easier, especially towards Sweden, the man who was slowly drifting towards the path of abandoning the other two Scandinavians. Even before these times, Denmark had clearly shown his will to