IvoryGlass

Tuesday was laundry day, and the weather was finally nice enough that Tino was able to line dry the week's wash. Peter and Hanatamago were playing in the grass nearby. The little blonde boy was trying in vain to wrestle a tennis ball away from the playfully snarling mutt. Tino smiled, things were finally starting to fall into place. Over the winter Peter had gotten adjusted to his new life with Tino and Berwald. Having the little blonde around seemed to complete them and make them a little family. As much as it embarrassed Tino he knew he had the feminine roll in this family. He supposed it was only natural; Berwald despite having a softer an

He puts his key in the lock and opens the door to the apartment, surprised to find it in darkness for a moment, until he hears the distinctive sound of a quiet inhalation. It's enough to recognize it. He pushes the door closed behind him and steps further into the room, trying to decide whether to flick the light on. As he reaches for the switch, the first blow hits him square in the face and he lets out a muffled oomph of air as his assailant dances back out of reach. He waits, listening, tilting his body to take the next blow against his arm as she heads for his ribs. He laughs and says, "Come on, surely you can do better than that!" There'

[ Kim Yoosung / Yoosung Kim x Reader ] Yoosung smiled when he saw the girl laying on his bed, the previously tired sigh that he was about to let out replaced by a one of relief. He had been too preoccupied that day that he almost forgot that he was now living with her. Taking the blanket he kept folded from the closet, the blond covered his girlfriend in the material and turned back to dry his hair with a towel. He stiffened when he felt cold fingers touch his back, a shaky gasp escaping his lips as he turned back to see a sleep dazed ______ grinning at him. “Got you~” Yoosung let out a whine, letting the towel hang on his neck

Nordics x Young!Reader Uncle Norway's Violin (For those who read all the previous stories...beware the huge time skip :P) "Mom, Dad! I'm home! Uh, hello?" A young twelve year old female walked into the house. Her (h/l) (h/c) hair flowing down her back. She made her way into the living room where everything was all quiet; an unusual thing to have in this particular house. "Mom? Dad?" she called, "It's me (Name), I'm home!....is anyone home? Uncle Ice? Uncle Den? Uncle Norge?" (Name) made her way to the kitchen to find it empty. She then went through the whole house -everyone's bedrooms included- but found no one. Realizing that searching wo

Nordics x Little!Reader Finland's Little Girl "Su-san! Su-san!" Sweden closed the newspaper and folded it, he carefully set it aside before standing up and making his way towards the front door. As he did, he was watched by three pairs of eyes. "Huh. I wonder what Finland's yelling about now?" asked Iceland. Norway shrugged and glared at Denmark. "Hey, I didn't do anything Norgie!" Pleaded Denmark; throwing his hands up in the air. Norway tugged on Denmark's tie. "Call me that again and I will strangle you." He tugged harder on Denmark's tie to emphasise his point. Denmark only shrugged. "Come on Norgie! Just chill will you? Don't get your

Nordics x Little!Reader Don't Mess With Mama Sweden "Hey, (Name). You know I'm a country right?" A four year old (Name) stares up at her proclaimed big brother Sealand. She blinks in amazement. "Wow really big brother? You are?!" She cries out. "Yup!" replies Sealand, proudly placing a fist on his chest. "Your big brother is a very powerful nation! Even better than England!" "That's so cool big brother!!!" (Name)'s exitement then faded, "But why aren't you in the room with Mommy and Daddy and everyone?" (Name) cocked her head to one side as Sealand thought for a moment. "Well, it's because..." started Sealand. His smile returned when he

“He was always there to help her; she always belonged to someone else.” “He loves me, he loves me not…” You plucked one petal off the red rose with each sentence, “…He loves me, he loves me not…” Only a few left. The setting sun cast a golden glow upon the crimson flowers, giving them a heavenly look. What better way to pass time than playing an old childhood game in a rose garden at sunset? It helped soothe your aching heart. For only being eighteen, you’ve had your fair share of heartbreaks. Well… you couldn’t help it. After all, it was never your fault, exactly…

“I want to throw you on my bed, strip you down, and make love to you while you leave scratches on my back and scream my name. If… that’s okay with you, of course.” Warning: ‘Lime’ content— beware ;) You’re a girl with a problem. If he wasn’t in your life, then things would practically be perfect. But the fact was, he is in your life, whether you want him there or not. You’ve got yourself a seemingly emotionless, creepy, perverted stalker who loves cats and has a habit of talking dirty. In other words; it’s Greece. He loves you, or so he claims… but lately it seems