#lithuania x reader

“How can you be so relaxed about this…?” Estonia quietly wonders.

“Because they don’t have to worry about being torn to pieces for taking too long,” Latvia says and glares at [Name], “It’s unfair! Unfair!”

“Don’t be so loud or big, bad Russia will get you, kid~” [Name] ruffles Latvia’s head over the hat, making it go over his eyes.

“Eek!” He quickly adjusts it and pulls a tangled mess of cords.

Lithuania sighs and sits down as well, giving [Name] a look, “Don’t scare him,” He says.

All four begin to try to efficiently untangle all the cords.

“I really hope we get this done before dark…” Estonia whimpers.

“Me too…”

“Me too.”

“Me too.”

It takes a little while, trying not to break the delicate cords from all the pulling. It was also an extremely irritating task to the mitten-wearing half of the group, but eventually they got it all done.

“Me and Estonia will handle making sure the bulbs work as supposed to, so you two can hang them up however you were planning to.” [Name] says to Lithuania and Latvia, standing up and pulling Estonia with them.

“Okay, good luck.” Lithuania smiles at them and starts telling the plan he had made with Estonia to Latvia. “I hope it will be good enough for Mr. Russia…”

Estonia and [Name] walk over to where they had planned to set up all the cables. “So, how old are these lights?” [Name] asks.

“I don’t know… Too old. Every year they’re in worse and worse condition, but Mr. Russia refuses to get new ones as long as they still look fine.” Estonia answers.

“Maybe you just need to persuade him a little more?”

“No thank you.”

The two connect everything and prepare to turn it on. “Now we just have to hope neither Latvia or Lithuania get electrocuted.” [Name] says, ready to switch the power on.

“Maybe we should yell out a warning first?” Estonia looks at them, a little worried.

“Too late!” They press on the switch, watching as it all lights up. Well, most of it lights up. The two walk over to get a better look.

“You guys could’ve given a little warning first! That was scary.” Lithuania complains to the two.

“Estonia’s fault.” [Name] points to Estonia.

“Hey, what??” Estonia looks at them.

“Lithuania! Come help me already!” Latvia cries out, struggling with the cable that he was trying to put in its place.

“Ah! I completely forgot, sorry!” He runs over and helps him set it up.

Estonia and [Name] also help with the rest of the preparations of setting the lights up. It didn’t take long with four people on the case.

“Hmm… All we need to do is replace the lightbulbs that didn’t light up, right? Easy.” [Name] says.

“Yes, but we’ll need to go buy some.”

“Wow! It’s beautiful, I love it!” A new voice makes everyone flinch and turn to it. Russia was here!

“M-Mr. Russia! It’s almost done, we promise!” Lithuania stutters.

“Good job, everyone,” Russia smiles and ignores him, “I think you all deserve a treat for your hard work. Let’s all go inside and eat something good and warm together. Oh, and thank you for helping Lithuania, Latvia and Estonia out, [Name].” He pulls them into a hug, which they reciprocate.

“It was no problem! Thanks for having me. Do I get to join you for dinner as well?” They smile.

“Of course.”

All my life I had this funny little feeling—

His stomach hurts. It thuds with dull pains interspersed with sharp stings, something that makes him shiver and tremble and weak in the thighs. Sulfur and hellfire sits at the top of his appetite and ends at the bottom of his palette. He hiccups, tastes bile, and then shudders as he glances up to your photo on the wall. Lithuania's eyebrows furrowed together in a tight bind, one so hard that a splintering pain cracks like lightning between his eyes. An emptiness lurks down below. Hidden away beneath the cavity of his heart, and it comes and goes, time after time, and he struggles to suppress it now. 

Why is true love hard to find?

But whenever he looks at that beautiful photo on the wall of your visage, his pain subsides a little and he’s able to sit up by a fraction from his crouched fetal position. A bout of warmth envelops his body like a cloud made of cotton and polyester. Lithuania's happy, so very happy, and it feels oh-so real whenever he watches you through the photograph and it’s no longer just in his head. Strange tendrils ensnare his body and he feels locked into place as he stares at you, and you stare at him, and the two of you stare at one another like a nebulous coma has surfaced the both of you. Lithuania blinks, but then he averts his gaze from your cute face because staring makes the happiness too real. So real, and you’re so perfect for him and he’s so perfect for you (he can only hope you can see, he wants to be there for you, don’t think him vain—) that it hurts. Lithuania was made for you, to bleed and weep himself open to you. 

He has no ambition, but if you were to just give him a chance, then he’d set the world ablaze at your command and run the wind with you. He would be your loyal lover, through and through, and he wouldn’t look back. If only you’d give him a chance… one tiny chance. No matter how long and winding and wide and hard it may be, he would take it all on for you. He’d do it all once and a million times over. If only you’d be willing. 

I’ve got a plan, you know, I’ve got it all worked out.

Just trust him! Pack away all of your sorrows and doubts, grab that lovely sundress, and take his hand and Lithuania would show the little slice of the world in his palms. His shoulders are so tense that it hurts and he’s so stressed worrying himself to death over you, but all of that could be soothed if only you would just come on and see who Lithuania truly was—if only you’d let him take care of you for his own piece of mind, for his love for you. 

A true love through the worst of times

A true love ‘till the end 

It would work so well, Lithuania thinks, and then he squats down a little more as a wave of sickness overcomes him and he quakes like a leaf in a thunderstorm. The two of you together, complementary and fitting together like the buckle of a belt, and Lithuania knows innately that he was meant to be yours. Together stronger, together better, together allied. The two of you together. 

Forever, to the ends of the Earth—hand-in-hand and toe-to-toe—and Lithuania would guide you to the best of his ability with the strongest of his determination. He’d brave it all with you if you’d do the same for him (he knows for sure that you definitely would because you’re just so sweet). Lithuania would take care of everything, take his hand, take his hand. Interlace your fingers and squeeze, and let him wed you to infinitely. It would be alright, all perfect, and Lithuania knows without any fear that it will all work out in the end with enough hope. 

Lithuania knows it’ll work. 

Just let him try, please. 

Because he can do it— 

And with beginner’s luck, we’ve gotta take the ride.

Tolys used to be relatively slender with a little muscle, but now, he’s starting to fit traditional male beauty standards—bigger muscles, a slight ruggedness to his looks, and an addition of a few inches to his height. It catches you off guard with how fast he’s changed, but you make it known he’s getting rather handsome.

He ties his hair up more often than not. Since it’s become a habit, he experiments with more hairstyles—man-buns, braids, you name it.

With these changes to his body, along came changes to his personality. He’s more confident, decisive, and even a bit cooler. The dates you go on with him are no longer restricted to the cinema, park, and aquarium—he now takes you to other places he used to be intimidated by, like bars, clubs, and fancy dinners. You can’t help being proud of him for switching things up. He’s getting so much more capable of looking after you outside the house, and it’s endlessly attractive that he knows it. “If I’m not worried, why should you? Go out with me tonight.”

NSFW WARNING Tolys used to be pretty embarrassed about sex and anything leading up to it. But he’s more comfortable now. Not only that, he’s gravitated towards the carnal side of things. He likes giving and receiving open-mouthed kisses. He wants more, and wants it more often—you find yourself having sex with him more often, and he initiates more than you.

He feels the strangest urge for everyone to know that you’re his. It’s unexplainable, but gets super intense whenever he’s outside with you. Whether it’s from a growing attachment or something less innocent, he will be all over you. Tolys is no longer against PDA and enjoys showing you off. It sometimes gets to the point that he can’t lay off of you, not even when there’s an audience. While he holds your hands down, he will kiss you breathless, even licking your lips. You have to hold a hand over his mouth before he leans in again. “Don’t make me beat you off with a stick.” You murmur, to which he will go, “you can try.”

When things get heated, he will drag a tongue up your neck or bite it hard enough to leave a mark. Since when did he get so bold? This could be fine in a bedroom setting, but not in public! You’ll have to pinch his cheek to force some sense into him. “Is it too much to ask for you to keep your pants on?” You ask hotly. His face reddens and he looks so flustered, you wonder if he’s finally back to his old self. He isn’t.

He was always a little clingy and co-dependent, but everything is a ‘we’, now. Wherever you go, he goes. You and him become a package deal.

You have a small inkling of suspicion it’s turning into an obsession. Tolys might even butt heads with people who ask too much of your time. He gets pretty over-protective, and if you ever confront him about it, he can sweet talk his way into getting you to let it go.

Your suspicion manifests into reality during a night out in town. While you’re sitting in a bar, a sleazy drunk hits on you. It sets him off, and he becomes unrecognizable in his display of violence. He’s down on the floor and beating up the guy with unrestrained hatred. His crazed, over-protective tendencies are no mystery to him. It perfectly aligns with his newfound carnality, taste for blood, and the fact that you get his blood pumping in the best of ways—one can only imagine what would happen if someone looked at you the wrong way.

You refuse to believe it’s Tolys who’s pounding someone’s face in. The same Tolys that can’t stomach the sight of blood. But here he is, bloodying him up so bad, you have to pull him off before he kills him.

You argue with him for the first time in a long time, and even slap him—he’s shocked and hurt you hit him, but it’s well deserved when he acted so out of line, he needed some sense slapped into him. Seeing you cry also wakes him up.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but you’re not you anymore. First, you get jacked over night, and think you can just lay your hands on someone? I’d expect that from a jock asshole, not from you. What’s going on?”

“I’m sorry.” He hides his face with his hands. “You don’t deserve to be dragged into my mistakes. It’s all on me. I... I just need to tell you something I should’ve a long time ago. You don’t have to forgive me, or be with me after I do.”

Tolys decides to tell you his darkest secret. He suffers from lycanthropy, thanks to his dad. You’re in disbelief, so he partly transforms and gives you a bad scare. He’s got brown wolf ears and a tail! It takes hours to calm you down, and that argument doesn’t make it easier, but he catches you in bed and traps you in his arms. He’s always been good at comforting you, and pair that with his determination to make amends, it’s impossible to stay mad at him.

Usually, talking did the trick to make up. Tolys has always been a great listener, and all your problems could be solved with a little communicating. But tonight needed a bit more than that. You’re still in shock. You’re still upset at how things unfolded today, and worry that Tolys won’t be able to control violent impulses. It’s so unlike him, you’re heartbroken at what he’s turned into. “I miss the old you.” You’d say. “But how could I just leave? I don’t want to leave.”

He will press his forehead to you and go, “You have to trust me, okay? I won’t be the old me, but I’ll be the best I can be when I’m with you.”

NSFW WARNING

Neither of you thought make up sex would be on the menu. But it’s been a tough few weeks, and tonight was the tipping point. In order to relieve the sorrow and distance, you make love with him all night. It’s the one time he doesn’t get cold feet, so he overwhelms you with pleasure until you’re no longer crying out of sadness, but something else entirely.

Everything feels like second nature. Nothing is rushed, forced, or unwanted. While he kisses you, he moves his head fervently to deepen and intensify the exchange. As your lips become damp with his saliva, he unhooks your bra and removes the last of your clothes. It isn’t long before your underwear is hanging on one of your knees, and he penetrates you between your legs.

Vanilla sex is his thing, and as gentle and loving he is, it clashes with his rabid hunger for carnality. He will eventually go faster, deeper, and harder, and depending on how bad he wants it, the intensity will drive you crazy. While he pumps his cock in and out of your womanhood, grazing the tip against your womb, he will lick your neck and bite into it until there’s more marks than untouched skin. The only place that ends up hurting is where his mouth came in contact with.

Somewhere down the line, he’ll be so absorbed with pleasure, he won’t be able to control his form. His ears will morph, and his tail will sprout out of his lower back. While he’s buried halfway up your stomach, his tail will sway furiously until he reaches his climax, in which it will straighten out stiffly. While he’s pumping you full of his cum, his eyes will roll back and his ears will twitch until he finally stops ejaculating.

He can get pretty indulgent, so after losing himself in a hot fuck session, he will come to his senses and apologize for cumming inside you. If you give him a floaty smile and tell him you want him to, he will get hard, immediately. He’s the type to need clear signals, and once he gets them, he won’t hold back. He hates the idea of forcing himself on you, but once you let him in, he will screw you silly.

Spreading your legs eagerly, he will plunge himself into you and pound you into submission. His favorite position is missionary, so naturally, he’s the best at it. He will roll his hips furiously into yours, and hold your thighs open to get the best access into your sweet spot. He pants over you like a dog, and as crude as it sounds, it’s erotic to think he wants you so bad.

Tolys also loves doing it from behind—that way, he can hold your breasts and curl his tail around your leg while he thrusts himself into you. It’s addicting to feel you in his hands, so he won’t hesitate to fondle you to his heart’s content. Either way, he takes ‘doggy-style’ to a whole other level as he envelopes you in his touch.

He didn’t have a breeding kink until now. When he’s fucked your brains out, he won’t be able to think straight either. Driven by nothing but the ache in his chest, the throbbing in his cock, and the animalistic urge to make kids, he will hold you down and fuck his orgasm into your womb. It doesn’t help that you’re moaning for him, so he won’t stop until he loses count on how many hot loads he’s filled you with.

↬speaking of which he can actually cook decently well !! i only say this bc of all the time he spent working under ivan tho 🙁🕶️🤏 i think itd taste like ? pretty good ?? i dont wanna say mediocre or just barely palatable, bc its nothing like super outstanding, but yk.............. its good 🧍

↬hes rlly good at braiding hair (and its somewhat calming for him as well) !!! and def plays with his own hair when he gets anxious (which is often). i think he also he has a habit of fiddling wit his fingers too yk ?? probably picks at the skin around his nails as well

↬lets feliks paint his nails and then picks at the nail polish instead

↬hes rlly bad at reading social cues and is generally rlly awkward n a lil quiet, but when hes with people hes comfy wit or whatever he def gets a lil chattier (not overwhelmingly so, but notable enough to be pointed out)

Tolys’ eyes stung from the teardrops. His lungs felt numb from how sharply he inhaled and exhaled. His head pounded from the continuous lament. His heart resembled that of a shattered vase, its fragments decorating the ground. 

Just how long has it been since you left? Abandoned him? One hour, two hours… Maybe three or more? It truly didn’t matter at this point. All that mattered is that you were gone. 

While he felt his world collapse around him, you were safely out in the garden area, close to the forest, happily appreciating the flowers. How long have you been here now? One hour, two hours… Maybe three or more? It truly didn’t matter at this point. All that mattered is that you felt secure.

Or were you just trying to convince yourself that you did?

 For some unknown reason, your heart would beat when you thought of the brunette male. You felt somewhat… disappointed at how he didn’t bother to follow you to find you. Did he not care like he said he did? Did he only create false promises?

Why do I feel like I’m drowning?

Like I’m running out of air, ah-ah.

Why do I feel like I’m falling?

When I’m nowhere near the edge, ah-ah.

Tears silently made their way down your cheeks the more you thought about your kidnapper. You… missed him. But why did you miss him!? He stole you away! Why did your heart always skip a beat when he presented you with that cheerful grin? Those beautiful shining blue eyes? God they held so much love for you!

But you resented him! You did.... you despised his very being... You knew you did... You thought you did...

You didn't... You didn't. You didn't? God, you didn't! You really didn't, at all!

Why did you not think this through and traversed from that shielded haven so carelessly? Did you really not think of the prospects of starving and potential decease? A demise where you are alone without anyone by your side?! A demise without the one person that cherished you dearly?! The person who stole you and locked you away with the best intentions at heart?!

The more you thought about Tolys the more you started to realise you needed him. With an unsteady huff of air, you cautiously elevated yourself up and began to scuttle back into the direction of the wooden, log cabin. Your muscles ached from the amount of sprinting but how could you be concerned about such a trivial matter? Tolys is probably awaiting your overdue arrival!

Just let me know,

Can you be the one to hold, and not let me go?

I need to know,

Could you be the one to call, when I lose control?

You could feel the adrenaline rush make its way all around your body, only urging you on to get to your destination. By now, you could see the outline of the hut in full view, the beautifully structured home inviting you in, seemingly expecting your arrival. You pushed on, tears still streaming down your face as you grinned cheshire-cat style. God you were so close to having it all again!

After the torturous silence came your angelic voice. Oh, he loved his imagination for letting him hear it once more. But then he heard it more coherently… and more strident. He immediately perked up and breathed out to alleviate his irrationally hammering heart. Was this a dream? Were you really coming back or was he hallucinating? 

Ah-ah, ah-ah, I need your love, I need your love.

Ah-ah, ah-ah, I need your love, I need your love.

Ah-ah, ah-ah, I need your love, I need your love.

Could you be the one to call, when I lose control?

“[N-name]?” Tolys called out your name, his voice full of desperation and hopefulness. Hopefulness that you were real and not another segment of his imagination.

“T-tolys! I-I-I’m so sorry!” After a few seconds, you barged into the room and instantly fell into the arms of your beloved. Tolys felt so indifferent for the first few seconds, too stunned to move a muscle. But reality struck a chord within him. You came back. You were in front of him again.

“I-I promise I-I’ll never t-try to leave a-agin! I-I’m so sorry, p-please f-forgive me!” You hiccupped in between your sobs as you clutched onto Tolys as tightly as the world would physically allow you to.  

A grin made its way onto Tolys’ face as he embraced you back, just as tightly. You did need him after all! You came back and he didn’t have to force you! You came back on your own! Because you loved him oh so dearly! 

In a state of euphoria, he began to laugh gently, making your heart swell in joy. Yes, this is the place you belonged. How could you not realise it sooner? With that thought, you once again promised you wouldn’t ever leave again, giggling mellowly yourself, content you were finally home once more.

When I lose control, when I lose control…

When I lose control, when I lose control…

When did things turn out like this? When did you start to lose control over all your emotions and finally let go of the sanity you used to hold close dearly next to your heart?

What coaxed you to alter your thoughts entirely?

Could it be the continuous love you desiderated from a lover you always wanted to have? Could it be the attention you craved all this time? Or maybe it’s the peacefulness you get far, far away from civilization which you wished for?

Who knows. As long as you had him, you wouldn’t need anything else. Tolys is all you ever desired… You found his presence to be essential. You were completely enamoured with him by this point. All it took was a few hours to ascertain that. 

Shortly after pulling away from the embrace, you gazed into those affection-riddled eyes of his. Were they always this arresting or did you only descry them now?

“T-thank you for coming back…” He whispered out, gratefulness and endearment laced into each and every word, his lips curled up into a slight smile, tears still ever present on his cheeks.

“No… Thank you for waiting for me.” You muttered diffidently, cheeks embellished with a maroon hue. 

I know I can be destructive, and I can raise the atmosphere ah-ah

All I ask from you is patience, some patience…

Just let me know, can you be the one to hold and not let me go?

I need to know, could you be the one to hold when I lose control?

“Thank you for accepting me at my worst and- and thank you for always having patience with me… I know I can be a lot to handle when I lash out…” You referred back to the times you yelled at Tolys, belittled him… sometimes even resorted to violence and jostled him away when all he’s ever done is be kind towards  you.

When I lose control, when I lose control… (ah-ah, ah-ah)

When I lose control, when I lose control… (I need your love, I need your love)

Your current state of mind shouted at you, amplifying the contrition with each passing second. 

“I’m just glad to have you back…I love you.” Tolys leaned into your petite frame, embracing  you once more. His chin rested carefully on your shoulder, which allowed him to breathe in that saccharine strawberry scent that had perpetually accompanied you.

“I think I love you too…” You answered earnestly, not entirely sure of what feelings you exactly had, but they sure resembled tenderness and affection a lot, so you went with it.

Tolys tensed for a pure second before gently giggling again. Those words are the embodiment of pure bliss, utter merriment, delightful ecstasy. And he finally got to hear them coming from you. The most intelligible yet the most complex sentence ever, and he could finally comprehend it’s congenial, thrilling denotation he had always coveted. 

When I lose control, when I lose control.

Can you be the one to call, when I lose control?

With those words etched into his mind forever, he could finally feel true elation. Ah, how glad he was to finally have you back. Maybe things will get easier. Maybe he will finally get the ending he craved for his whole life. Maybe, just maybe, he can finally feel some peace, with you, rightfully by his side. 

The dates you go on with him are nothing out of the ordinary. He’ll take you to the movies, cinemas, the park, an aquarium, or the zoo. Pretty typical, but enjoyable nonetheless. It’s all about the company. And while you’re out in public with him, he won’t do PDA. Instead, he’ll just hold your hand or hug you. He’s very wholesome and easily flustered! If you kiss him in front of other people, he’ll blush like hell, even if it’s on the cheek. Better snap a picture to savor that moment, reader.

He’s very protective, but it’s never suffocating. Before you go anywhere or do anything, he’ll put himself in your shoes and wonder about any problems you might come up with, and will give you advice to deal with it. If he can, he’ll accompany you to wherever you need to go. You always say he’s too kind, or even a little clingy for it, but you always put it on an affectionate note.

Tolys is more of a giver than a taker. Despite being a workaholic and a pretty bad stresser, he will go out of his way to help you with your problems. It’s how he shows he loves you. So on top of all of his own responsibilities, he will do all the cooking and cleaning. Run errands. Book appointments. You always insist he doesn’t have to, but he never seems to listen. Even if it’s exhausting, he’ll feel bad if he stops doing it—ironically, he will feel at loss if he doesn’t do these things. He really wants to be relied upon so you can share your burdens with him.

He is an introverted soul and closed off. Especially when the relationship is new, he won’t tell you his problems until he knows you well enough to trust you. Even in the present, he’ll have trouble opening up because he avoids conflict like the plague. So it’s up to you to be observant to coax him to have “the talk” with you. He’ll be quite nervous when it happens considering it glosses over every aspect of the relationship, but he’ll be glad you made him do it. When it comes to choosing whether to speak or die, he would choose die immediately.

He needs de-stress sessions. Eventually, juggling work and home-life will get to him, especially when he keeps insisting on doing most of the domestic chores. He’ll want you to calm him down, and it’s no easy task. If you don’t put a cap to his worrying, he will get a stomachache! So before that happens, you get him to laze around in bed with you. Even then, he might linger on any unfinished tasks, but you adamantly shush him, and tell him you’ll help him through it. If you keep combing your fingers through his hair, whisper at him softly, and kiss him, he will be soothed. If he’s tired enough, he will fall asleep.

Tolys loves innocent physical contact. While he’s reading or watching something, you’ll braid his hair. And he’ll keep it up until he has to go to sleep. When you kiss him, he’ll press his forehead to yours for a few moments to savor the moment. If you’re standing around him at the end of the day, he’ll give you a massage and will cutely ask you to give him one too.

He’s a huge geek for martial arts but never actually... Learns it. You’ll find him watching Jackie Chan movies, IP man or videos of people fucking shit up. If he thinks he’s alone, he’ll practise some moves in his room. Since that’s all he ever does with this interest, he’ll get a little embarrassed when he realizes you happened to see! Oops. But that’s okay! He can be cool by showing off his sick basketball skills. (He ties his hair up for it too.) You’ll play with him every so often, and he gets really into it—his playful side jumps out and he’ll toy with you by keeping the ball to himself. It’s quite endearing to see him enjoying something he’s good at.

He is on the cusp of having an anxious-preoccupied attachment style. He sometimes worries a lot over the little things he does that you might not like. Being the introverted giver, he will avoid his own problems and focus on you. If he fixates on himself, he will start overthinking that he’s selfish, and will assume you think he’s being selfish. He’s the type to gaslight himself and invalidate his own concerns, but you always keep him grounded and remind him every feeling he has is perfectly valid, and worth mentioning.

Advancing the relationship is also something he worries about. Is he going too slow? Or what if he’s going to quick? He doesn’t mind taking things to the next level, but he’ll let you do more of the initiating. He reciprocates every time, so you don’t have trouble starting things. Even though he isn’t what people would call bold, with you, he’s willing to do anything.