#Denmark x reader

[alfredosauce50]

Yandere Denmark headcanons

Ruthless, ambitious, and with a mind for expansion, it’s no wonder he always finds himself in positions of political power. But like all men, he has desires of the flesh, the longing for real connection. He comes onto you as an ordinary man, and you love him as one.

What you don’t know, is that he’s the king. When you learn the truth, you pull away fearing for your own safety. But he holds onto all the tighter. With the nation obeying his every whim and every pair of eyes and ears working for him, he’s impossible to escape.

Content warning: Sex, violence, and dubious consent. R18+ only.

The nobleman

Mathias commands respect everywhere he goes. As one of the most powerful men in the ancient world, he has a potent presence that causes the whole energy of a room to change if he were to enter it. But he also likes to blend in when he can. He will dress down to avoid standing out, even if it’s still in clothes for those in the top percentile.

He often leaves the palace grounds to visit the city in person. Whether it’s for leisure or to see how his kingdom is doing, he insists on doing it without protection. And when people recognize his face as the same one on the back of their coins, he gives a reassuring smile as they talk excitedly amongst themselves. The King is here!

Chinese silk, richly dyed clothing, and the most exotic Arabian perfume. They’re everything you notice about Mathias when you serve him at your diner. A member of the ruling class, you think. But that’s all. The last thing you’d expect is for the king himself to show up in this humble establishment, fitting in like everybody else.

“Tell me, eskler,” He begins, watching you set down his meal in front of him. Lamb shank, mash, and the soup of the day. A hearty meal to go with the homey atmosphere. “What do you think about the king?”

“I don’t know,” You lift your gaze to him thoughtfully. Without batting an eye, you tell him the words he didn’t know he needed to hear, and would, in turn, change his life forever. “I’ve never met him.”

He’s taken aback by your response, but it draws him in like no other. There’s people who don’t care for politics, and then there’s you. Someone who’s never even seen him before. And so long as he keeps his identity a secret, he’ll be treated as an equal. It’s nowhere near the treatment fit for a king, but somehow, he can’t get enough.

Mathias asks you out for dinner. You reject him the first time, and understandably so. You don’t wanna accidentally become a part of his harem, or whatever it is the elites are doing these days. However, you eventually have a change of heart when you keep seeing him in your diner. Not to pester you about a date, but only to eat and chat.

“Seeing that you’re more polite than any other man I’ve met, I’ll take you up on your offer,” You tell him.

“Really?”

“What, did you have higher expectations for men?”

“No, that’s why I’m surprised you would say yes,” Mathias explains, following you with his eyes as you clear up the last remaining tables. He eventually stands up to ask this. “What makes me so different?”

The truth is, you sense that he’s a good person, and he’s shocked when you tell him. He tries to see himself in your eyes, and in turn, discovers a whole new side. Thanks to your willingness to engage with him on his level, he gets in touch with the more vulnerable parts of his character. He drops his guard, and feels strangely human.

He starts seeing you in secret. The moment he gets the chance, he disappears from the palace and makes a discrete trip to your home. His alibi? The same thing he’s been doing the whole time. He’ll always show up with flowers and other gifts, but more importantly, an empty stomach, having developed an appetite for your simple cooking.

“So, what are we having for dinner today?” He rubs his hands expectantly as he peers over your shoulder.

“Pickled fish,” You hum.

“Can I help?” He lights up, rolling his sleeves.

“You can help me by staying out of the kitchen.”

He’s very playful. Rolling around with you in the grass, pretending to bite you like a frenzied dog, it’s a timeless romance that transcends the ages. He can play with you like a child but love you like a woman, so being with him feels like a dream. His presence is just so fulfilling you can’t imagine asking for more, but he just keeps surprising you.

He spoils you. His generosity is magnanimous, pampering you with jewelry, dresses, homeware, and everything you could ever need, and more. Mathias imagines himself to be the solution to all your problems, and takes great pride in using his privilege to help you. Little does he know, it’s the one thing that drives a wedge between you both.

“This is really nice and all, but—”

Mathias is taking you to store after store, fishing out anything he thinks would look good on you. And he isn’t picky, or shy, for that matter. He will watch your silhouette behind the paper screen until you finish.

“—this is a bit much, don’t you think?” You appear from the side of the screen in a revealing jade dress, cheeks flushed. “I don’t need all these things, and besides, I could never pay you back if I tried.”

“Why would you pay me back?” He questions.

“I’m just saying,” You reply, sliding your hands in his. “It always feels like we’re from different worlds, Mat.”

He takes that statement personally and becomes cautious about protecting his identity. You hold him to a high enough regard already, and he’s only revealed so much — that he’s an aristocrat. Even then, you’re still wary of the class difference that sets you two apart. Mathias is destined for greatness, but this is all you’ll ever be. Imagine how you’d react if you found out he was the king.

He’s afraid that he’ll scare you off. All rulers have blood on their hands, a ruthlessness that evades the ordinary man. You would be heartbroken if Mathias were anything of such, and he knows. He only wants you to see him as the person he is when he’s with you. Kind, gentle, and passionate. You make feel like a man, and when he feels like a man, it fills him with a carnal sense of purpose.

He’s sensual at heart, so he can’t go without it. Not without you, or the intoxicating completion you give him. So when you start pulling away, he’ll feel the whips of panic because a part of him is slipping away. Every interaction you have with him will become emotionally charged. Mathias chases you like crazy, but you withhold from him, causing him to have frequent bursts of passion.

“I thought we talked about this—”

“—No, I thought we talked about this. You said you loved me, and now you’re not gonna marry me?” Mathias sits up out of alarm, then stares at you like you just betrayed him, because to him, you have.

When you argue

There’s no arguing with Mathias. When he wants it his way, he’ll eventually get it. And in that same breath, you can never stay mad at him, allowing for a vicious cycle that never ends. Something about him just gets you to forgive him before he even does anything. It doesn’t matter what the argument is about, or how bad it gets, because it’s guaranteed you’ll be kissing him by nightfall, and he’ll be making love to you until sunrise.

“What’s makes us so different to each other?”

“You know why,” You rub the tears from your eyes as you rush down the stairs. “I’m not your equal. I don’t have money, I can barely read, and I don’t know anything about the things that are important to you!”

“Those are trivial things! And they’re nothing I can’t give or teach you!” He runs in front of you, talking excitedly. And he believes in every word he speaks. “The fact that we’re arguing makes us equals!”

No matter how outlandish.

“It doesn’t work that way, Mathias!”

He uses sex to his advantage. You know touch is his love language, so it becomes hard to resist, especially after a bad fight. The tension calls for a hard release of it, which he does through a hot and raw pounding. It gives him the safety and reassurance that you will always love him, and he’s addicted to it like a drug. Don’t be surprised that he starts picking fights just for the sake of it.

“I’m gonna cum inside you, okay?” He pants over you, moving his pelvis back and forth in fluid thrusts.

“You wouldn’t dare,” You breathe under him.

“I would,” Mathias speeds up to a pace that gets his face to contort from a pleasure so good, it looked like he was in pain. He was going so hard and deep, his orgasm came in seconds, arriving in strong jets that fills you to the brim. And he’s not letting you go until every last drop of it is pumped into your womb.

He wrecks boundaries and shatters your mind in the process. He can’t handle distance, let alone tension, and will force his way into your world. You can’t help but let him, too helplessly in love with his smile and memory. He seems nurturing and giving, when really, he takes just as much, and if not, more. You don’t always realize that, and lose yourself as well as your ability to say no.

The King

He has a fierce intelligence that intimidates. Not only does he have one of the greatest military minds of all time, there is no taking advantage of him in political exchanges. He can read anyone with a single glance, then find a way to get out on top. It’s all in his slick grin, which goes away in an instant. Making it obvious he’s hiding his amusement is just how he mocks his enemies.

Mathias is above the system. He doesn’t abide by existing power or religious structures if he thinks they’re useless. Sailing west into an open ocean, guiding his people to enlightenment and discovery. Questioning rulers, then going so far as to overthrow them. He’s a dark horse when it comes to challenging the natural order, a master of annexation, a force to be reckoned with.

He treats those below him with respect. He will look anyone in the eye to speak to them on their level, no matter who. He’s not pretentious at all, but very understanding of people from all walks of life. Kind to the poor, merciless to the rich. Civilians are cared for by their king and love him for it, but the same can’t be said for high society. Not that they have anything to say about it.

Mathias is uncensored to violence. He wouldn’t bat an eye at the inside of someone’s skull, heads rolling, or spilled guts. As a king, he’s seen it all. He fights with his men like the God of war for all his incorruptible dreams, so every battle serves a divine purpose. If it means he can give his people a better life, give you a better life, he would gladly take it away all the same without hesitation.

And yet, when you come around, his invincibility, sharpness, everything that makes him ruthless, goes away instantly. That impenetrable exterior his enemies work tirelessly to get past, is broken. He returns to who he is at his core, a kind, gentle, and curious man because you see him as such. Being with you is like rising to the surface and taking a breath for the first time, constantly.

For this, he can never stop thinking about you. Every waking hour of the day, you’re on his mind. With the rush of politics and warfare, all he wants is to drown in your love, beauty, and femininity. You are the light to the darkness that pervades the world, your presence a sacred haven in all the chaos. It’s no wonder the world is made for two, because he can’t understand it without you.

That’s why he’s such an intense lover. Mathias will show up to your doorstep uninvited and beg for your attention like he’s starving for it, because there’s no other way to describe such a feeling. Whether it’s through talking, touching, or kissing, the way he looks at you is how all girls want to be looked at — a look with so much love, you can hardly return it. But he makes you every time.

He can stay calm even in times of conflict and crises. He knows when he’s in control, and this has served him well for many years. But if he does lose his head, it’s when you’re caught in the crossfire. He will do anything to keep you safe, even if he has to sacrifice thousands of others. He wouldn’t just go to war for you like other men, he would wage them. Start them. Finish them.

His dedication is the stuff of myths and legends, because if it came down to it, he would venture to the depths of the underworld to rescue you from the dead. Slay monsters to prove his worth. Challenge Gods. Nothing is bigger than his love for you, and he’ll make the whole world feel it. What he has with you is for the history books, epics, and sagas, but he’d prefer privacy over all.

You are his only weakness, so if someone caught wind of the king’s secret lover, everything would be over. Unfortunately, he gets too carried away by going to your home too often. To protect you, he has no choice but to reveal his identity and take you back to the palace. Dressed up in his most extravagant robes, he knocks on your door with a band of soldiers surrounding the property.

When you answer, the first thing you see is Mathias in his crown, and behind him, the royal guard. Your heart sinks as everything clicks. Why he was always so secretive, why he was always so adamant that you were his equal, his other half. Why the court advisors bowed before him despite being the highest ranking officials in the state, because he was above everyone and everything, all except for the Gods themselves.

“Let me explain.” He tells you, brows raised.

“I knew it,” You utter, slamming the door in his face. But nobody simply shuts out the king, not even you. That reality sinks in as he stays outside your home, asserting he has no intention to leave without you.

The honeymoon

The first week is the toughest. You feel betrayed and overwhelmed by who Mathias is, so you refuse to see him. He’s very understanding at first, and prepares a separate room just for you. It’s fully furnished, lavishly decorated, and filled with everything you’ve ever laid your eyes on. He’s been thinking of you all this time, yearning to be with you, but you have yet to give in. This isn’t the man you thought you knew, and yet, some part of you always suspected he’d turn out this way. He seemed too good to be true, and he was. After all, every force has an equal and opposite reaction, where his love for you alone goes head to head with his ruthlessness.

He tries to find you around the palace, which is perfect for when you eventually get cabin fever. You roam the palace grounds out of curiosity, even joining some of the servants in the kitchen. Mathias would never show up in a place like that, and that serves you well for a few days. You feel like yourself again and all is well, that is, until you run into him in the orchard, picking apples for himself. It’s the second time you’ve made the crucial mistake of thinking of him as any other king when he isn’t. No chore is too low for him to do, no place too filthy for him to be. You both stare at each other, eyes wide. Without a single word exchanged, you turn around and run off.

“Will you at least have dinner with me?” He calls out to you, watching your back grow smaller and smaller.

“I’m quite fine, thank you.”

“Please?” Mathias softens his voice. “I miss you.”

You can’t resist him, especially when he talks and looks at you like that. The man you thought you knew is still in there, and it sucks you in like a rip. You join him in the dining hall and have a meal together, even if it’s a silent one. You’re keen on leaving right after, but he’s quick to notice that. He’s never wrong when it comes to reading your body language, even when you were being subtle about it. Turns out, with him, nothing is subtle. He catches you before you get far, grabbing your hand and pulling you back. “I’m still the same person you love, so will you just stay with me?”

Mathias is sneaky. He’s really good at reeling you in and letting you think you’re pushing him away. And he gets closer the more he keeps doing it. He knows exactly what he’s doing, while looking like he doesn’t. His innocent act is more effective than you’re led on to believe, because you fall for it every time. Every interaction with him has a catch, just like the dinner that came with a stroll. And now, you’re in his bed a week after telling him you want to sleep separately. You only realize your mistake three nights in, curled up tightly in his arms, staring up at his tired, smiling face.

“What am I gonna do with you?” You whisper.

“The same thing you’ve always done.” He answers.

He’s comfortable in his natural state. Mathias has the body of a warrior, his skin scarred by all the blades that have touched him. Otherwise, he’s an impressive specimen produced from years of battle and good genes. Large, muscular, and well-endowed. If the weather allows for it, he’ll relax in the bedroom buck naked, and talk to you as casually as he would with clothes on. He doesn’t feel any shame or embarrassment when he’s so familiar with you. He can also work up quite a stink, so he makes it a point to chase you around for a hug. And he catches you every time.

He expects you to join him for breakfast and dinner everyday. Mathias has a lot of business to attend to in between, but wants you to be the first and last thing he sees. Waking up and falling asleep beside you isn’t enough. He also insists on taking all his baths with you, so you ought to get used to being naked around him. He’s the type to stare, and so much that it’s embarrassing, but he always makes sure to remind you how beautiful you are. He may be a handful, but he just wants you to be as comfortable around him as you can so you both can be like two peas in a pod.

“It’s not like I haven’t already seen every inch of you, so don’t be shy,” He wades over to you in the pool.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t stop refreshing your memory.” You splash his face, cackling. “Have some manners!”

He tutors you. Granted, it took a lot of convincing on your end, but you can’t deny that you want to be closer to him, and this is how. He teaches you all about his duties, as well as math, science, and literacy. You didn’t go to school, but he wants to involve you in official business as you’ll be his most trusted partner in the future. And if he sends letters, you need to be able to read them. He’s been elevating you this whole time, hoping that you gain the confidence to stand by his side one day. And when that day comes, he’ll propose to you in a way that feels so natural, you won’t hesitate to accept. If you see him smiling at you over nothing, that’s what he’s thinking about. You’re going to be this nation’s most beloved queen one day, and he can’t wait for it to come.

The night of your wedding, he will carry you to his chambers to consummate it. He doesn’t think of it as a duty wherein he needs to produce heirs, but something he’s been wanting to do for ages. Starting a family with you, if he didn’t already get you pregnant from all the unprotected sex he’s been having with you for months. But tradition is tradition, and there won’t be another opportunity as romantic as this. You’ll be ravished all night, taking him until your insides ache and you get sick of his taste. He has a penchant for all kinds of sex, but combined with his ox-like stamina and insatiable appetite, he could go at it forever.

Mathias would want to reincarnate by your side, finding you again and again in endless rebirths. In the dark ages where life is short and death is always near, having you just once isn’t enough. So after conquering the mortal world and making it perfect for you, he will search for answers to the question that needs answering. What comes after death, and if you’ll be there, waiting for him. It’s strange. He has dreams of having different lives, each more vivid than the last. Sometimes a dashing prince, other times, a champion boxer. He doesn’t understand what he experiences, but the thing about dreams is that they always make sense when he’s in them. So maybe, it’ll come to him one day, even if it’s thousands of years later.

#thank you to everyone who were willing to pay for early access 🥲❤️ #I’m always broke so #Go stream Gods and Monsters by Lana Del Rey 💓 #As well as Princess of China and Legendary Lovers 😭 #alfredosauce50 #update #hetalia fanfiction #hetalia #hetalia x reader #hetalia fanfic #axis powers hetalia #Denmark x reader #aph Denmark #yandere #headcanons #king Denmark #historical

[mxlovinovargas]

HOMBRE LOBO

Want—ever long in the ephemeral past and present and future—is one with the human condition, thus explored in these stories through thought, actions, and words that speak more than just a silly little craving. These are 12 stories of longing, restlessness, and desire. This is Hombre Lobo.

Prizefighter - [Denmark x f!Reader]

That Look You Give That Guy - [Switzerland x f!Reader]

Lilac Breeze - [Spain x f!Reader]

In My Dreams - [Italy x f!Reader]

Tremendous Dynamite - [Prussia x f!Reader]

The Longing - [Norway x f!Reader]

Fresh Blood - [Russia x f!Reader]

What's a Fella Gotta Do - [Romania x f!Reader]

My Timing Is off - [Germany x f!Reader]

All the Beautiful Things - [England x f!Reader]

Beginner's Luck - [Lithuania x f!Reader]

Ordinary Man - [Romano x f!Reader]

DISCLAIMER: These are strictly fictional one-shots. They have no basis nor do they reflect reality. These are not meant to be read as a foundation for your sexual, romantic, or platonic relationships. These are not a guide. They have dark content, dark themes, and dark outcomes. As the title says, "Werewolf", and it should be inferred no differently. Thank you.

#hetalia x reader #hetalia x you #nsft hetalia #germany x reader #denmark x reader #romano x reader #lithuania x reader #england x reader #russia x reader #norway x reader #romania x reader #prussia x reader #italy x reader #spain x reader #switzerland x reader #Cib Writes SPICY Fics

[erina-writes-headcanons]

Hetalia: Nordic Europe Masterlist

Hello Everyone, This is the Masterlist of my planned post and the link to the post of the scenarios. You also can see some of the symbols below. Also, starting now. I also accept headcanons and scenarios for 2p Hetalia other than just 1p Hetalia.

🌹: Smut

🥀: Angst

🍭: Fluff

😂: Comedy

🧐: Random

🧸: Domestic

😐: Non-Specified

🗡️: Gore/Yandere

❤️: Romantic

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Denmark

With a Scenekid S/O 🧐

With a S/O who have Phalloplasty and Top surgery scars🥀🍭

Sweden

With a S/O who have Phalloplasty and Top surgery scars🥀🍭

Norway

With a S/O who have Phalloplasty and Top surgery scars🥀🍭

Iceland

With a Scenekid S/O 🧐

Finland

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#hetalia #aph hetalia #1p hetalia headcanons #hetalia headcanons #hetalia imagines #hetalia scenarios #hetalia axis powers #hetalia x reader #hetalia fluff #hetalia x gender neutral reader #1p denmark #1p sweden #1p finland #1p iceland #1p norway #denmark x reader #sweden x reader #findland x reader #norway x reader #iceland x reader #aph denmark #aph sweden #aph norway #aph iceland #aph finland #andersen densen #berwald oxenstierna #lukas bondevik #emil steilsson #tino vainamoinen

[milaisreading]

Scenario where Denmark introduces (C/n) to other nations after forcing her out of isolation

Finland: So, you two are close now?

Sweden: Like friends or something?

Norway: Hmm?

Denmark: Of course! We are best friends now! Right, (C/n)?! *asks while patting her on the back*

C/n:....

*1 minute later*

C/n: Right. We are.

Denmark: WHAT THE HELL TOOK YOU SO LONG?!

Iceland: So... she is held here against her will?

Denmark: No, she is not!!

#hetalia #hetalia world stars #hetalia world series #hws denmark #hws norway #hws finland #hws sweden #hws iceland #hws nordics #hetalia x reader #hetalia scenarios

[totaly-obsessed]

Pernille Harder Appreciation

woso appreciation masterlist | with @alotofpockets

#woso #woso imagine #woso imagines #woso appreciation #woso community #chelsea wfc #chelsea women #bayern wfc #bayern #pernille harder #pernille harder x reader #denwnt #denmark

[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

#hetalia #hetalia headcanons #2p hetalia #hetalia lemon #2p hetalia headcanons #lemon #aph hetalia #yandere #2p denmark #2p finland #2p Iceland #2p Norway #2p Sweden #2p nordics #aph Nordics #short reader #reader x 2p Nordics

[merbear25]

Hello! I'd love to request Italy, Denmark and Germany watching their girlfriend crochet or seeing the finished product. I just finished making my first piece of clothing, overalls, for my almost 1 yr old nephew. 🥰🥰 please and thank you!

Hey, hey! This is so wholesome! I'm sure it'll look super cute on him 💜 Hope you like it 🥰

CW: SFW, fem!reader, fluff

Italy: He'd been checking in on you periodically, mostly to chit chat, but he always commented on how cute it looked. During one of his many rambles about everything and anything, his attention drifted to how maticulous crocheting was. He'd wonder how you can do the same motions for as long as you'd been. That being said, he was looking forward to the finished result.

Once you were reaching the end of it, he'd keep popping in to ask if you were done yet and how much longer it'd be. This may be mildly irritating, but it would be his way of showing his interest and excitement in your hobby.

When you finally revealed the completed project to him, he'd fawn over how much talent you had asking if you could ever make something for him. Please make him something. He'd wear it till it fell apart. He'd share your enthusiasm in your accomplishment by offering to grab your favorite ice cream.

Denmark: Similar to Italy, he'd be drifting in and out of the room you were in, floating around you, watching the process unfold into a well-crafted item. Once knowing what you were making, he'd shoot a ton of compliments about how it looked just like it (even if it still looked like nothing). He'd start going on about how he can see your vision and how awesome it'd look upon completion.

He'd come in asking if you needed anything to drink or a snack. If you wanted something, he'd happily bring it to you, but you may notice some crums on his cheeks or a slight mustache of whatever the drink you'd requested was. He'd tell you it was just a quality check.

Seeing you light up from accomplishing your item, he'd beam at you not only out of the completion of it, but also from the joy in your eyes. He'd be so proud of you for sticking to it and would slide in a request of his own, which if you accepted it, he'd wear as much as possible.

Germany: Would enjoy sitting in whichever room you're in and doing something quietly along side you (mostly reading). He wouldn't want to disturb you while you were concentrating. If it were particularly cold that day, he'd offer you blankets. If it were a bit warm, he'd offer to open some of the windows. You should feel comfortable and relaxed after all.

He'd observe your creative process and enjoy seeing your concentrated expression on the item you were crocheting. Smiling to himself, he'd try to figure out what it was exactly you were going for. When you'd made enough progress with it, he'd be genuinely impressed. It wasn't that he doubted your abilities―you were still new to the hobby, so to see you make such quick progress was admirable.

The big reveal was the best part because he got to properly compliment your hard work. You were pleased with yourself, as you should be, and seeing you take pride in it brought a slight smile to his face. He'd really want you to make something for him but would feel rather uncomfortable asking you for it.

#hetalia germany #aph hetalia #aph headcanons #aph germany #hetalia #hetalia axis powers #axis powers ヘタリア #germany x reader #x reader #hetalia italy #aph italy #italy hetalia #hetalia denmark #aph denmark #hetalia imagines

[lilac-amethyst-skies]

I saw your requests were open and almost fainted from joy, would you be willing to add denmark to your “dating them would include” series 🥺🥺

Being in a relationship with Denmark would include...

Blinding smiles and Matthias’ bright blue eyes

Strange, but endearing humor

Nights of playing silly card games

Going down to the pier and watching all of the boats and people go by

Finding the best bakeries in town,

and if you’ll indulge him, he would love to try and bake something with you!

Him feeling so appreciative when you join him on Nation-related business trips. Matthias looks forward seeing you when he gets back to the hotel—it’s something to look forward to,

and then when he does get back to the hotel, you both can take a look around the city you’re in for anything fun, delightful, or interesting!

Matthias taking care of you when you’re not feeling well—you’re very surprised how well he can play nurse and you don’t think you’ve seen anyone so doting.

Matthias making sure you’re properly bundled for the colder seasons,

Matthias is definitely the type to offer you his coat, his scarf, his gloves, hat, etc….

“Matthias if you offer me anything more, you won’t have any clothes left!!”

You and him taking afternoon naps and then staying up a bit too late in the evening

Matthias doing this little thing where he comes to your height and presses his forehead against yours,

you then get to enjoy the way he nuzzles his nose playfully against your own and presses a kiss to your lips.

Him sneaking up from behind, lifting you off of the ground and spinning you around—this may or may not end in him obnoxiously tickling your sides

Matthias always joining you in the shower, and if you ever hope to get out in a decent amount of time, you’ll really have to convince him

You finding his head in your lap after you’ve both settled down on the couch

Matthias not being able to shut up about you around friends and family

Finding that Matthias can be the ultimate comfort on a horrible day—he’s kind and sweet and warm.

Yes, he is a little loud, but it’s the fullness of his heart and how much he cares about you that’s even louder.

Every tear shed from your eyes is a kiss from him that follows, and when he draws you into an embrace, everything else seems to fade away,

like everything else never even mattered,

because really, when are with him, Matthias is all that does matter.

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[moonlbabe]

Weird way to propose but yes 🧎🏻‍♀️

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[alfredosauce50]

Yandere Denmark Headcanons

Ruthless, ambitious, and with a mind for expansion, it’s no wonder he always finds himself in positions of political power. But like all men, he has desires of the flesh, the longing for real connection. He comes onto you as an ordinary man, and you love him as one.

What you don’t know, is that he’s the king. When you learn the truth, you pull away fearing for your own safety. But he holds onto you all the tighter. With the nation obeying his every whim and every pair of eyes and ears working for him, he’s impossible to escape.

Wordcount: 3, 692 Rating: R18+ for sex and violence

The headcanons are on my Patreon for early access ❤️

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[mxlovinovargas]

PRIZEFIGHTER — DENMARK x READER

Synopsis: Denmark doesn't really like your boyfriend. So, to make up for that, he dances with you instead.

Prizefighter

CW: Drinking, Heavy Drinking, Drunken Behavior, Possessiveness, Possessive Thoughts, Yandere Themes, Allusions to Abuse, Allusions to Abusive Relationship. Use of Country Names. Reader-Insert.

Word Count: 1.6k

Well, if you need me I'm right here. 

Denmark feels the rhythm of the bar. There’s something heavy hanging in the air. He cocks his head, regarding the spread thoughtfully. Bright stage lights filtering warm lighting, heady beer and liquor, and polished stools and elongated tops feather out from the centerpiece of the main bar. The front bar is lined with drunk people leaned up and conglomerated together the later the night goes on. Denmark’s arch rests on the foot rail and he bounces his leg excitedly as he stretches his back out and spots you. 

He watches you dance. The way you move, the way you slink through the crowds. There’s a coy little smile plastered across your face and Denmark feels his chest swell in excitement. He pushes away from his seat and crosses the wayward. 

You grin up at him whenever he approaches. Denmark feels like he’s walking on a series of clouds with each step, but he just grooves with the flow and then extends his hand out. A twangy rhythm—low guitar strummed with some soft rock and off-brand country—pilfers through the bar, pouring out of speakers and drumming subwoofers that make Denmark’s ears ring the closer your hands draw. 

A small spark engages between your fingertips whenever they touch and Denmark feels a little lighter than before. Every time, without fail. His hands clasps through yours and he’s pulling you closer—always near. He looks like a madman as he stares down at you, but you just laugh and roll into his embrace with a twirl. 

Eyes watch him from the sidelines, but Denmark takes it in stride as he hops with his left leg and then pulls you back with his sway. There’s a giggle that escapes your lips as your cheek brushes his chest and the rest of the bar melts away. You laugh again. 

“You’ve been drinking too much tonight, Dan,” your voice is demure and lovely. Denmark feels like a million bucks as he laughs too and shrugs it off. 

“But you like it, anyway! Don’t-cha?” you can’t argue with that. Denmark does another move and the two of you are doing a slide down the bar, feeling like rednecks and hillbillies shucking a lasso and Denmark can’t help but pick up his pace. He steps around the dynamite of his feet and lets it pump him alive. 

Denmark dips his chin down into the nape of your neck; the faintest whiff of flowers and something super sweet tickles his nostrils, so he sucks in a tiny gasp and then he can feel those eyes boring into him burn. But he doesn’t care! He’s been through a lot, some shitty boyfriend’s not going to scare him off from you. 

You whisper, “He doesn’t like you.” 

Denmark nods. He stands up tall, the barometric pressure changes and Denmark feels frustrated now. Maybe he’s flustered—it doesn’t matter; not when you’re here, in his arms, he can’t lose this. Just one more dance. Denmark drags your feet over the floor, towards the bar, and he’s swiped up another drink before you can protest. The music thumps louder. Alcohol sits hard behind his temples. Denmark chugs a nice wallow down before he hands it to you with a giddy chuckle. You accept with a bout of laughs before the glass bore kisses your lips and you tilt your head back for a drink. 

One swig, then two. Amber liquid swills at the bottom of a glass bottle, dollops with a splash, and then stills. The bottle glitters in the light, grasped by paled knuckles. 

You hand the bottle back to Denmark before you wipe your mouth off with the back of your hands. Beer schmears across your lips and then you’re glancing off to the side. Denmark knows who you’re looking at. Who cares about him? Don’t let him get you down, baby. He can’t do anything to you. No matter what—I’m a prizefighter. I’ll break through anything for you. 

Dane smiles, anyway. This long, and wide, and nice smile that stretches from cheek to cheek; the kind that shows off those lipped pearly white teeth. The corners of his eyes are squinted, full of budding tears that don't fall. Rich cornflower blue eyes shimmer before they blink, another swig before the beer’s polished off. 

His mouth is close to the shell of your ear as he says, “Tell me all. I can go all night for you anytime.” 

He vaguely gestures with the empty bottle, but Denmark’s looking so intensely at you that you understand immediately what he’s implying. Something akin to amusement blossoms across your face before your arms wrap around his waist and the two of you are shambling back out to the dancefloor. 

Denmark’s happy—so happy. And whenever Denmark looks down at you there, in his arms gazing up at him with that pretty little head, he can’t help but let out a laugh himself. It’s funny! Really funny. So funny that Denmark doesn’t even realize he’s shedding tears of jubilation. 

You lean on him, prodding your nose against his left shoulder and Denmark finds himself veering into it. There’s some sort of twinkle blushing your face as you look at him, shaded by the dim orange lighting of the bar and the flush of alcohol, and it’s something that makes his heart beat faster. You mean so much to him, tucked beneath his jaw and clung to his body. This feels so unreal, like a dream. A dream that Denmark never wants to wake up from even though each step brings you closer to leaving. But then he levels your gaze again. 

You’ve been crying, He can see your puffy eyes, those ruddy whites, and the dips of incisors into your bottom lip. Denmark doesn’t comment on it because that’s unnecessary. Negativity has no place between the two of you, between the press of your bodies. More laughter. 

But Denmark’s cornflowers find your boyfriend absolutely sloshed against the bar, hiccupping and picking random fights with guys who have nothing better to do except entertain him. That’s the reason you’re so down and alone. He scoffs. 

“Jerk.” 

Denmark brushes that off with a flick of his head and a cheer. He’s not. You know he’s not. That sound had not been meant for you, Denmark knows you know. There’s just something so carefree about the way that he listens to you; the way his eyes seem so large whenever he stares at you as you speak and as you relay your stories and you just can’t take it. Denmark is passionate, that’s the root of all evils. He’s so enthralled that he can’t do anything but look at you. Soft music hums in the air now, and whenever Denmark sniffs the film of dewdrops from his eyes and the distinct sting of alcohol hazes his senses… Nah, nothing’s going to get him down. He’s with you!

You can always go to him. Denmark will always be here for you. You glance at your boyfriend. 

He tells you, “There’s nothing gonna change over here on my end.”

You can always go to him—he’s a true friend. Someone who just loves you so much that it physically pains him in all of his joints and right below his ribs whenever you stare for too long at that bastard of a man. 

“You know I’ll always care.”

Are words so ginger that Denmark turns red in the face, and he doesn’t quite understand whenever you place your palm against his chest and push away from him. He follows you with a curious gaze and a quirked brow, but you just shake your head softly and smile. You gesture vaguely over your shoulder, towards that shitty boyfriend you’ve snagged, and then wave Denmark off. A look of concern doesn’t present itself, but Denmark just grins and grins and memorizes and studies. 

“I’ll win your heart one day,” he murmurs as you enthusiastically roll your eyes. 

One last swig. 

Denmark feels restless as he watches you. An itch of explosions beneath his skin, vibrating in his wrists. He takes a step and the heel of his boot makes a loud clap whenever he thunders back onto the ground—the world and its gravity mean nothing to him as his eyes constrict, as blackness swallows up everything but you and you’re all Denmark can see. A half-full bottle of beer rumbles in his stomach. You wince, Denmark sheepishly curls his lips, and then you’re back to gazing at one another. It’s so intense. Denmark feels heat in his heart, right where his blood pumps and where adrenaline is born. You go in for one last hug and Denmark is not short on the draw. 

His arms engulf your whole body, and he squeezes. The world feels a little foggy whenever you brush your bodies together. He whispers something that you can’t hear and something Denmark doesn’t feel like bringing to light, but his glare conflagrates through your boyfriend. Another drink, anything for you. 

“Let it start, let it start.” 

One day—For now, Denmark’s eyes close and he hugs tighter. Closer. One Day. He lets go. Your heat leaves his front and a chill traces down his spine, breeding gooseflesh and resentful feelings that Denmark only shows with that boyish vigor and optimism. You titter, so cutely, and he feels a pluck at his heartstrings. 

Denmark watches you go, but not without a last: 

“Come on, baby, if you just dare me.” 

that you never hear whenever you link arms with him. 

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[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

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[atom-writings]

Привет! Я здесь впервые. Можно ли запросить какие-нибудь яндере хедканоны для Нидерландов, Швеции и Дании. Заранее спасибо!☆

hetalia netherlands, sweden, and denmark yandere headcanons

1.0k words ~ gender neutral headcanons

tw: typical yandere tws, violence, unhealthy relationships

a/n: Привет!!!! Спасибо за быдет здесь ! Я буду писать по-английски, потому что мой русский только разговорный, извини ): hopefully soon i will be better lol

Netherlands

Abel may not be a fatal Yandere, but that doesn’t make him any less dangerous.

It's unlikely that you would know him in the first place. Despite his striking appearance, he's never been the kind of person to socialize, much less make friends. You wouldn't remember how you met him, but he would remember how he met you.

You were walking across the street during a busy day, talking to whoever was on your phone. You blended easily into the crowd. The moment was anything but memorable, much less extraordinary. But it was just that for him.

You wouldn't even realize he had been following you until weeks later. You were returning from work when suddenly you felt large hands grabbing you from behind, and then everything went dark.

Your life after that was simple. Wake up in his countryside estate, do the housework, garden, sew, and cook until he returns. The home had to be completely spotless from top to bottom, or you would be punished.

Every single thing that you do from dawn to dusk must be perfect. Even the smallest speck of dusk, the tiniest malfeasance, was justification for him to drag you to the cellar by your hair.

There you would remain, naked and freezing, until he decided you truly understood the mistake you had made. To earn his respect, not only as a partner but as a person, you must be perfect.

Sometimes it's easy to believe that he doesn't love you.  Which is true, to an extent, as he's very forceful in his shaping of you. But... he does love you. Yes, he chose you because of your potential, but he still loves the things that make you...  you. Even if he never acts on that love.

Your relationship will be rather dry. He is not particularly violent, nor is he particularly attracted or affectionate towards you. Abel wants you to be his partner in life before he wants you to be a romantic partner.

Despite his unreasonably high standards for you, he'd be a pretty placid Yandere. He doesn't have a violent temper, and he does care for you genuinely. His ways of showing that are just... horrible.

Sweden

Berwald is a... surprising Yandere, to say the least. He's very hard to predict, and understanding him is a task fit for nobody

You two were friends, neither close nor distant, when he fell in love. There would've been no way for you to know this, of course, considering how he barely acted like he liked you in the first place.

The way you found out was no more comforting. You were awoken in the middle of the night to find a handcuff around your wrist, tying you to your bed frame. And when you looked over, you were met with the daunting and unreadable face of Berwald.

Then, he explained what was going to happen. You were going to marry him, and you two would begin living together. No questions, no consideration of your own feelings, only... a statement. Then, he released you.

You tried to go to the police, only to receive absolutely no help. Seems like he had known you'd do that, and had prepared beforehand accordingly. By the time you returned to your home, your things were already gone and shipped to his home.

But once you accept your fate, Berwald is not very controlling. Yes, he expects you to love him and live with him, but whatever you want to do outside of that is totally fine with him. He's not overly paranoid, and can't seem to get upset with you over anything.

You're a free person, as long as you don't try to break up with him. Then, he may begin locking you in the house more often.

He's not very affectionate, but he loves spending time with you. Your voice is like music to his ears, and he can't get enough of hearing you talk. He loves every single part of you. He loves you so much that sometimes you worry you're the one manipulating him!

But when you bring up that concern, he won't dissuade you. It's better for him to be the victim in your eyes anyway. Maybe then you won't even think of another man, wracked with guilt over your actions... yes, that'd be perfect.

Denmark

Mathias is a deceptive Yandere.

When you two are originally friends, you wonder if he could ever hurt anyone on purpose. But when he drags you kicking and screaming home after your latest escape attempt, you wonder if he could ever truly love anyone.

He's methodical about his Yandere tendencies. He isn't impatient or harsh, he makes you love him before he finally takes you home. By the time you're chained up in one of his spare rooms, he's made sure absolutely nobody would ever wonder where you went.

Your relationship is nothing more than a game to him. Yes, he loves you, but not as a boyfriend should. He loves your desperation, your weakness... there's nothing more fun to him than forcing you into more and more pathetic states.

He loves building you up just to tear you down. Somedays, he wakes you up with a kiss on your forehead and breakfast in bed. Other days, you're woken up by him picking you up out of bed and throwing you to the floor.

Mathias has quite a temper too. It doesn't come out quite often, but when it does, you're the target of all of his pent-up anger.

It's hard to tell if he's aware of his horrible thoughts. Sometimes, he acts like he doesn't realize he's hurting you. But other times, he's clearly torturing you on purpose.

Either way, you'll quickly learn it's better to just not cross him. Even when he's smiling, you never know when that facade could drop. Especially in front of his family, you've learned how to pretend everything's alright.

And if you truly escaped... you have no idea what he would do. That's almost a scarier thought than the reality of staying with Mathias.

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[milaisreading]

Denmark and Yn meet for the first time as kids:

Denmark: Travel the world with me!

Yn: No!

Days later....

Denmark: How about now?

Yn: No.

Weeks later...

Denmark: Tra-

Yn: No.

A month later....

Denmark: LET'S GO TO MY PLACE

Yn: NO!

2 months later....

Denmark: I am off now. It was nice knowing you.

Yn: For the last time, I am no- Wait! You are... going away?

Denmark: Yes

Yn: And... you are leaving without me?

Denmark: You clearly want to stay with your people, which is understandable since you are their country. And I need to go back to my people. Besides, there are so many parts of the world I want to travel!

Yn:...

Yn: And you are leaving me...alone here?

Denmark: I will visit you one day again. Maybe in 50 years or so. I am unsure for now.

Yn:...

On the day of the departure...

Denmark: Ok then, let's go...

Yn, running after Denmark with a packed bag: Wait! I want to come too! I don't want to be alone again! Wait!

Denmark, grinning as he waits for her to catch up: Looks like her boss was right...

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[l-e-e-woso]

71 with pernille harder

The Love of My Life - Pernille Harder

The Reader has decided to do a Q&A live on Instagram with her girlfriend, Pernille.

Prompt 71 -”God, I love you.”

_________________________

You had been doing youtube videos and lives on and off for a good year now, you loved it because it gave you another way to interact with fans. This time you decide to do a Q&A with Pernille, who was actually quite excited to do it.

The both of you were sitting on the sofa in the living room of the house that you shared with each other. You had written a few of the questions on the notes on your phone so you could access them easily and you were gonna get a few questions from people on the livestream as well.

“You ready?” You ask Pernille who nods yes before leaning over and kissing you before you press the go live button on Instagram. You waited a minute or two for people to start joining the live before greeting everyone. 

“Hello everyone! I’m sure you're all wondering why me and Pernille are live. We are going to do a Q and A!” You say excitedly as Pernille lent her head against your shoulder while you have your hand resting on her thigh rubbing her leg with your thumb. 

“First question. Who is the most messy?” Pernille reads from your phone and laughs before pointing at you. “She is very messy! You left your boots in the hall, they had mud all over them and the floor. She also leaves her clothes everywhere!” Pernille drops you in it as you look at her in disbelief and playfully nudge her. 

“Ah hah! Who is the better cook?” You say proudly pointing to yourself because Pernille hated cooking, not that she was bad at it but the both of you preferred when you cooked. “Okay, you are!” Pernille rolls her eyes playfully while laughing at you.

As you lent forward  to try to read some of the questions from the live comment section and Pernille ran her hand up and down your back underneath your t-shirt which caused you to turn towards her. You raise an eyebrow at her actions and pull her towards you by the front of her hoodie, you kiss her then turn back to the camera with a cheeky grin.

“Baby, tell them who asked who to be girlfriends and how. While I go get us some drinks.” You stand up from your seat and walk into the kitchen to make Pernille a coffee but you just grab a water for yourself.

As you made Pernille a coffee she told the people watching the live how she asked you to be her girlfriend.

“I asked Y/n to be my girlfriend. We were in Denmark visiting my family and we went on a date while we were there. I just asked her at the end of the date and thankfully she said yes, we are now 8 years strong!” Pernille explained to the fans smiling as she remembers some of the first dates that you ever went on.

Just as Pernille finished answering you came back into the living room and passed her, her coffee. “God, I love you.” She says as she takes a sip of her coffee then snuggles into your side.

“I love you too.” You chuckle and kiss Pernille’s head while smiling.

_________________________

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[merbear25]

Thank you for your last response! I'd love to see America, Italy, Denmark, and Spain(if you write for him) finding their soulmate(red string, numbers counting down, first words spoken to each other, whatever works best!). She's shocked that someone like them ends up with her(plus size or just insecure if you don't mind? If not thats ok!) Please and thank you again!

Hello again! I have a 3 character limit, so I'm sorry but I decided to give Spain the chopping block 😭 Hope you like it regardless!

CW: SFW, fem!reader, reader has slight insecurites, fluff

Tethered love

America: Destiny was something he'd always believed should be molded, not something that was set in stone. The freedom to choose your own path was an idea he held very dear. This extended to the idea of soulmates: he was in full control of whoever he chose to date, not leaving something as important as this up to the stars. Despite the front he put up, he held out a bit of hope that such things regarding love existed: red string being his favorite. However, with years turning into decades and decades into centuries, the probability that he was tied to someone felt more and more unlikely.

Cruising down the same interstate he always took to the world meetings, he'd been caught up in belting his heart out to a song on the radio, causing him to miss his exit. Cursing under his breath, he was left no choice but to take the next one, but there was something off in the distance, further down the road, that caught his eye: a car pulled off on the shoulder and what looked like someone darting to the trunk.

Pulling up behind the supposedly broken-down vehicle, he went to ask if the driver needed any assistance. Your soft cries were muffling your pleads for any help he could offer. The soft features you had were now flushed from the paniced tears. However, they only added to your charm: the damsel waiting for her knight to come to her aid.

You showed him that one of your tires had popped and you'd forgotten to replace your previous spare. Embarrassement prickled at your nerves when admitting your lack of oversight, but he didn't seem to be bothered by the inconvenience you were troubling him with.

Gratitude could not leave your lips fast enough as you watched him graciously attach his spare to your car. Reassuring you that it wasn't a big deal and that he was happy to help, you still felt like you ought to properly thank him. Your stance shifted as you contimplated how to propose getting coffee with him—fearing the rejection that could follow.

Seeing you sway from side to side in his peripheral, he automatically thought you were about to pass out—why else would you be teetering back and forth? So as not to startle you, his concern was coated in a soothing tone. The redness in your cheeks deepened, only making you appear sweeter to him.

Choking your doubts back, you stumbled over your words asking him out. There was a light that shined behind his eyes—a beckon of hope for what he'd thought wasn't possible. Agreeing to the date was the only way to keep this feeling alive, and perhaps, he was willing to let destiny decide his fate just this once.

Italy: He'd built up the reputation of a fleeting lover. It wasn't intentional; he simply had a lot of love and affection to give and limiting it to one person wasn't something that necessarily came easily. That being said, he was a hopeless romantic at heart, which meant soulmates was something he held in high regards. However, he didn't consider this to be in the cards for him, at least not in the same regards as it was for typical humans: their lives were, of course, much shorter than his. Despite the sliver of doubt he had for his own destined love, he kept his heart open to the idea.

That summer had been a rather hot one, but a cold front had alleviated the sweltering heat a bit. Trying to make the most of the nice weather, he went to one of the many river banks. The shade under a tree was calling his name; he made himself comfortable underneath it, looking out at the water, enjoying the slight breeze before drifting off into a cat nap.

Sounds of a distant cry woke him and looking around in a haze, his drowsy eyes fell on you. Your sun hat had been blown off of you from the sudden gust of wind and you were chasing after it. The breeze carried it in his direction, and without thinking much of it, he reached out to grab it for you.

Offering it to you, he was able to get a better look at you: you were huffing a bit from having to chase it around, but the gratitude for his kindness actually made the out of breath 'thank yous' all the more endearing.

When he got up to properly introduce himself, you tucked your hair behind your ear and bashfully looked to the side; he was, in fact, fairly handsome and being in your current unkempt state made you shy away from the warm smile beaming at you. Wanting to meet your gaze, he leaned to catch your eyes.

You had a unique charm to you—there was no denying it, but why weren't you letting him admire it? The redness in your face was becoming more noticable, leading him to ask if you were feeling well. Spitting out that you felt fine, you finally turned to grant him the eye contact he'd been after.

A tightening in both of your chests was pulling on you; your heart beats quickened their paces the longer you maintained the shared gaze. You let out a soft chuckle at the constant attention. He found your laugh infectious and a grin appeared on his face, giving him the incentive to ask if you were doing anything later.

Denmark: He was fairly strong in his personal beliefs and self-assured in where life was taking him. However, there were aspects of life that held wonder and mystery, one of which being able to find a soulmate. There was a decent amount of uncertainty burdening him, since he'd like to think something as pure as a red string was real but was reluctant to fully invest himself in the theory—not wanting to hold his breath that such a thing existed. There were still moments that made him wonder though: seeing others share joy and the spark of love they held for each other.

Having to stop at the bakery was only one of the errands he needed to run that day. The smell of freshly baked bread always put a smile on his face, since he couldn't wait to eat that first slice. Exiting the shop, he'd gotten a bit distracted by his whetting appetite.

Not noticing the dog sprinting towards him, he hummed at the thought of the jam he was looking forward to spreading on the fresh bread. Your dog hurried up to him, circling around his legs and causing the leash to tangle around him.

Luckily, he was quick enough not to fall flat on his face, but the bread tilted in his arm, causing it to slide out to the packet. Annoyed at the inconvenience, he was sensible enough not to blame it on the dog. Looking around for the overly excited dog's owner, he saw you hurrying towards him.

Any aggrevation he could've had towards the careless owner faded when he saw your sorrowful expression calling out to him. When you finally reached them, your dog was jumping up on him trying its hardest to receive a pat on the head, which he absentmindedly placed on its eager head.

After catching up to your dog, you apologized profusely for your carelessness. Despite being in the midst of pouring your heart out about how you'd buy him more bread and how sorry you were, his tender eyes made you lose your train of thought.

The way you stumbled over your heart-felt apology was endearing to him: you were darling. With your dog licking his hand, you reached down to untangle the leash that was still wrapped around him. Taking you up on your offer to reimburse him, he mentioned that he'd instead like to be repaid with something more formal: a date.

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