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Sleepover FinlandxReader by UsagiKirkland, literature

Finland x Reader- HEP Lemon by InesDantas, literature

Finland x Reader: Consequences (Drabble) by LadyLyacaria, literature

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Finland x Reader: Consequences (Drabble)

„Tino.“ you drawled, poking the shoulder of your Finnish boyfriend of a couple of months while he was reading a book, sitting next to you on the couch in the living room of the house he lived in with his four brothers. Poke! Tino put the book down on his lap and looked at you, smiling warmly. „What's on, rakkaani?“ he asked, playing with a lock of your (length) (colour) hair. „I'm bored.“ Poke! His violet eyes began to sparkle with joy. „Let's go out, then, rakkaani! We can go into the park nearby with Hanatamago!“ You groaned reluctantly, squinting at the blinding sun outside the window.

poke me once more, i dare you.| finland x reader by kaalinka, literature

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poke me once more, i dare you.| finland x reader

Poke. You were extremely bored, and living with the Nordics usually never herald times like these, but when the clown, Denmark, left, things got quiet. Too quiet. So, for the weekend, you were stuck with Finland, or Tino, for the week. And you never thought he would be so boring. All he was doing was sitting at the couch and reading books. For HOURS. HOURS. Goddamn HOURS! And since the wifi is down, its time to mess with some scrubs, and that would be poor Tino. Poke. You poked him a second time, and he still continued to read his book, oblivious to you. Poke. You did it again. Did his eye just twitch? Poke. You were wandering in dan

Finland x Reader | Innocent Hands Ch.1 by TheCommonMyna, literature

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Finland x Reader | Innocent Hands Ch.1

December, 1939 Snow was a horribly pretty thing. It danced around and around his head, bobbing in the wind and spiraling from the dull grey sky to the earth. It was a warning and yet at the same time, a blessing. He remembered in his childhood the morning after first snow and how he’d rush out of the house into a world bleached in white. Tino knew very well winter was at his doorstep, ready to take the world by storm, and yet it delighted him when it knocked on his door. But he could laugh at his naivety. Never in his life had he expected to wind up in this place. The soil was frozen solid beneath his feet and the breeze, as kindhea