JungSaehyun

    "Kiku?" You muttered, eyes opening slowly as you felt someone crawl into the double futon mattress with you. You turned to look at your husband as he laid down on his side of the futon.    "Ah, sorry (F/n)-chan." Kiku said. "Did I wake you up?" You glanced at the digital clock on your nightstand, eyes narrowing as you noted the clock said 2:00 am. Maybe you were hallucinating. You rubbed your eyes and pinched yourself for good measure.    "Kiku!" You said, turning over in your bed to look at your husband while trying to stifle a yawn. "Do you know how late it is?" However, Kiku was already beginning to doze off; his eyes drooping as h

“Do you even know what you’re saying? Don’t ever think about telling that to any other guy…” Warning: ‘Lime’ content— beware ;) You closed your eyes. Iceland. He never left your thoughts. You’ve had a huge crush on him since day one. You had only met him a couple years ago, but since then he was always on your mind. You couldn’t help it. He was just so perfect. But you sometimes questioned his ability to love. He was so serious—all the time. Had he ever had a crush on anyone… ever? He didn’t seem like the type. Had he ever had a girlfriend? Had he ever liked

Icing Sugar (Norway x Reader) The wind was unbearably cold. That's what normal people would say, at least. But not you. No, not the all-mighty [Name], never! You blinked, trying to keep your eyes just moist enough, trying to keep in the tears that the frostbitten wind wanted to get out of your eyes. You weren't going to let that happen. You hurried through the busy streets, holding onto a bag which was tightly pressed against your chest. Your scarf's loose ends whipping through the wind, you tried your best not to let go of your precious cargo. Your face lit up as you spotted a very familiar house, the one you needed to go to, actually. Yo

The pleasant chime of the bell that reached your ears signified a customer entering the café, and guarding your eyes against the bright sunshine of the morning that managed to infiltrate the quaint little shop, you were graced with the sight of Lukas' familiar, stoic face. “Let me guess,” you mused as he approached the counter, “A black coffee with a dash of sugar and cream along with a slice of lemon bread?” “Hm.” As usual, Lukas only made a small hum that could only mean yes before turning around, making his way towards his usual seat in the corner of the café. Biting back a smile, you tu

   You stirred slightly as you twisted around on the bed, trying to find a more comfortable position. You snuggled up against the warm body of your husband in an attempt to find more warmth on this cold winter morning. Norway groaned slightly as he too shifted, the arm around you tightening slightly as he pulled you closer. Somehow through the night, he had managed to tangle your legs with his own. The warmth was enough to lull you back to sleep if there had not been one problem. You needed to go to the washroom.    Blinking open your eyes, you sat up slightly, pushing yourself up on your forearms to glance at the digital clock on your husb

“Why do you never touch my hair?” The question came out of the blue as you looked up from your book to see Lukas on the couch, his eyes slightly narrowed as he unconsciously pursed his lips at you. “What do you mean?” you asked, your confusion evident in both your voice and arched eyebrows. “My hair.” He lifted a finger to point at his hair before holding a lock of it between his fingers. “It’s just…” Lukas muttered slowly, “You never seem to play with it, nor touch it for that matter.” “But don’t you dislike it when people touch your hair?” Returni

Lukas Bondevik -x- As soon as he heard his name on your lips, Lukas had to repress the shiver of delight which threatened to tear through his entire body.  It was embarrassing for him to admit how easily you could affect him with only your voice, but as of late the way you spoke his name had changed; instead of simply pronouncing the word like every other person he knew, you seemed to savour the syllables, allowing them to roll from your tongue with an almost sinful tenderness… Or perhaps that was just wishful thinking on his part. When you shifted in your seat, drumming your fingers along the rim of your coffee cup absentmindedl

“Women love when we do this, don’t they?” Warning: ‘Lime’ content— beware ;) “I’m telling you; I’m the awesomest!” “And I’m telling you… there’s no way you’re better than the hero!” “You’re both such fools—neither of you could be as great as me. I’m the King!” You giggled quietly. Much to your amusement, you were hanging out with the ‘Awesome Trio’, which consisted of Prussia, America, and Denmark. The four of you were currently at an evening festival to celebrate the opening of Japan’s newest