APH Fanfic: The Longest Night- EnglandxReader"Would you like some more tea, dear?"
"Oh, yes please."
Arthur rose from his armchair, collected your cup, and shuffled tiredly to the kitchen. You placed the sock you were darning in your lap and turned your gaze up to watch him.
Arthur Kirkland was not a large man. His most defining features were his messy blond hair, his bright green eyes, and his preposterously thick eyebrows. Beyond that he was unremarkable, except there was a quiet strength about him. A certainty of self and purpose that seemed timeless. That was probably why you had fallen in love with him. Or perhaps it was the roguish side he had that usually only made its appearance in the bedroom.
You were newlyweds- well, no. You weren't anymore. You'd married almost a year and a half ago now, in the summer of 1939. Back when there'd been hope. Or at least optimism. But, as long as you were with Arth
APH Fanfic: EnglandxReader- Cat (The Sequel)"Arthur, have you seen my other shoe?" you asked, holding the left shoe of your favorite pair of flats up for him to see. You were trying to get ready for work, but you just couldn't seem to find the other shoe and you were feeling rather frazzled.APH Fanfic: EnglandxReader- Cat (The Sequel)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Arthur, who was seated at your little table, skeptically raised one of his impressive eyebrows over the top of the newspaper. "What on earth makes you think I would know where it is?"
You sighed impatiently. "Turning into a cat doesn't make you invisible, you know," you told him.
Arthur frowned, his eyebrows drawing together in irritation. "What're you talking about, -name-?"
Starting to feel irritated yourself you put a hand on your hip and raised an eyebrow of your own. "Two words: cat hair."
Arthur suddenly blushed a brilliant shade of pink. "I believe it's under your bed," he replied, before very purposefully hiding behind the paper.
"Thanks!" you said and, wit
EnglandxShy!Reader: An Escape from RealityNot much I need to say here. I just want to specify that, (l/f/s) stand for 'least favorite subject.'EnglandxShy!Reader: An Escape from Reality2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You rose from your bed and stretched as the afternoon rays of sunlight made your (e/c) orbs sparkle as if they were diamonds. Your eyes scanned the book that you have slept with in your arms. A bright smile appeared on your face as you fingered the delicate pages of the ancient book. This book happened to be called, "The Gate of Glory", which was about a teenage boy named Nate. The main conflict in this story was about Nate searching for his long lost childhood friend named Glory. You just bought the book out of complete curiosity, but you were unaware at how addicting and wonderful the book turned out to be.
Being an only child, the internet and books provided your need for entertainment. When situations got tough, you pulled out an anonymous book and escaped from reality. However, due to your love of books, you were very timid and antisocial when it ca
Missed You Madly- England/ReaderArthur let a small sigh expell from between his bitten lips, sinking further into the yeilding confines of the sofa. Between ink-stained fingers he cradled an ancient book, one from a time he couldn't recall (though he doubted he'd actually want to, in retrospect). He let his pale hands ghost over the yellowed pages and faded words, drinking them in with his darkened eyes and savouring the warm evening light flooding through the window. It was fragrant and sultry, the windows thrown wide open and allowing the perfumed aroma of roses to filter through into the cozy sitting-room. The entire expanse seemed to glow gold and shades of amber, radient light spilling across the scratched leather sofa and surfaces like molten gold. The sky was littered with a few wisps of clouds, the rest like a water-colour painting in it's entirety as yellow faded to dusky pink and then to saffron orange. One graceful, languid hand swept away a shaggy fringe, Arthur's eyes flitting shut for a moment in thoughMissed You Madly- England/Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
APH Fanfic: EnglandxReader- CatIt was raining again. Not that that was unusual in London. But you'd really hoped that it wouldn't rain again today. It was too cold for that.APH Fanfic: EnglandxReader- Cat3 years ago in Romance More Like This
With a sigh you pulled your umbrella out of your bag and opened it, stepping out into the downpour outside your office. You were glad for the rain boots you got for Christmas as you sloshed through puddles and tried to avoid the other people scurrying by on the sidewalk. A stiff breeze came up and you snuggled further into your scarf. A rainy London day in January it was definitely not your favorite time of year.
You were paused on a street corner on your way to the Underground in order to wait for the streetlight to change when you saw movement out of the corner of your eye. You turned- the tail of some kind of animal was just disappearing into the bushes along the edge of the sidewalk. Curious you went to have a look.
Squatting down you spotted a yello
The only way EnglandxReader"...And that's the only way that you will get (y/n) to confess her love to you!" Alfred screamed into the phone.The only way EnglandxReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I-I don't know Alfred! That seems a little bit extreme..." Arthur said nervously, fingers tangling themselves in his hair.
"Dude, she won't confess otherwise! Come on, when have I ever been wrong?"
"Exactly. That's why IM THE HER-"
"I GET IT YOU BLOODY GIT!"
Arthur swiftly hung up and sighed.
'is this really the only way?'
Only one way to find out.
~~~SUPER TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY FRANCEY PANTS! Honhonhonhonhonho-GET OUT OF MY STORY YOU GIT!~~~
You plopped down on your bed with a deep sigh. What a long day! You spent the day cleaning your house because your mom is so OCD with the way she wants things done. Your phone started ringing, loud and annoyingly. You groaned and rolled onto your stomach, stretching to reach your phone.
"Hello?" You said, annoyance obvious in your voice.
"*huff* *huff* (Y-Y/N)!!!" you heard an obnoxious American at the other end screa
EnglandxReader::Your Mr. DarcyYour Mr. DarcyEnglandxReader::Your Mr. Darcy3 years ago in Romance More Like This
England x Reader
Books: portals to another dimension, creators of a new meaning in life; crisp paper upon crisp paper, each piece is filled with adventurous tales, succulent romances, quizzical mysteries, bone chilling thrillers, astral Sci-Fi's and much, much more. As soon as the first page is opened, the imagination is endless. You are sent to a far off land, losing yourself in the depths of a new beginning, that beginning leading to a well-endowed plot which leads one of two paths: Success or Tragedy.
Our story begins here with an average height British man by the name of Arthur Kirkland and a young lady sitting underneath an oak tree in the mid fall. Her eyes glued to a book of sorts that most would simply ignore, but Arthur Kirkland on the other hand, took much notice not only to the book, but her alluring stature. Her soft hair fell perfectly around her face, her eyes sparkling under luscious lashes, the way s
EnglandxReader- Let's Go to the Beach!EnglandxReader- Let's Go to the Beach!3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
England x Reader- Let's Go to the Beach!
"The beach! The beach!" Your two year old daughter chanted as she hopped up and down beside you.
"You're right, Alice, that's the beach," you smiled down at her excited face and chuckled as her dark green eyes widened adorably. Gosh, she looked just like her father.
"It's so pretty!"
You kneeled down to her level and kissed her on the cheek before tightening up one of her blonde pigtails that drooped from her nap in the car. She turned when you were done and faced you, putting her hands to your cheeks to pull you forward and kiss you on the nose with a "mwah!" You kissed her back on her forehead and readjusted the frilly pink one piece swimsuit she was wearing before gently picking her up, making her squeal in delight.
You looked behind you at your husband, Arthur, who was a few feet away, struggling to carry the multitude of beach supplies: the umbrella, picnic basket, toys, and towels.
"Are you doing alright back there?" You laughed.
Coming Home || Police!EnglandxReaderComing Home || Police!EnglandxReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You didn't know what happened. One moment you were driving down the highway and the next, you were in the ditch, pain ripping through your body as you sat cramped in a sorry excuse for a vehicle. Moving was not an option, it hurt too much, but your head could shift slightly. It was just enough to take in your surroundings. The dash was crumpled and pinned your legs, the airbag was stained red from where your head used to lay and you could feel an itch at your forehead. Above you, the roof was dented quite thoroughly. Absently you thanked your mother's genes for making you short.
It didn't register though what had really happened. Your mind was working slowly. At a snail's pace, it tried to catch up to what was going on. You heard someone shouting to someone else, the voice getting closer. The driver's door opened and someone touched your neck carefully, taking your pulse. There was a sigh of relief before the hand took yours. Carefully you let your h
Made for Each Other EnglandxReaderWith a sigh, you sank into the cushions of your patio chair and shut your eyes, relishing in the warmth coming from the sun.Made for Each Other EnglandxReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
And promptly rolled off the side in shock.
Groaning, you rubbed the back of your head and peeked over your chair to see your two best friends, Lana and Alfred, running over to you from Lana's backyard. You rolled your eyes and slumped back onto the ground, waiting for them to reach you.
"Dudette, what are you doing?" Alfred asked, kneeling on the chair and looking down at you.
"Attempting to find out if my eardrums are still completely intact."
"Well they must be," Lana said, grinning. "Because you answered him right away, didn't you?"
"Yeah, totally! So you're all good!"
"I hope you guys realize that you're the reason I was contemplating the state of my hearing." They both just grinned at you and each grabbed one of your arms, hoisting you up and dragging you away from your precious chair.
"Noooo! My chair! It's going to think I deserted it!" you cri
Apartment Boyfriend! [ England x Reader ] Contains:Apartment Boyfriend! [ England x Reader ]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
England x Reader
Gift: The Language of Flowers: England x ReaderGIFT: ENGLAND X READER: THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERSGift: The Language of Flowers: England x Reader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Name) slung her bag over her shoulder and hauled her three text books into her arms. The driver slammed the trunk doors of the shuttle closed and drove away, leaving behind a cloud of dust. She was unable to move out of the way in time. Coughing and sputtering, (Name) nearly dragged herself up to her dorm room. Never before had she hated those two flights of stairs so much nor had she ever been so tired. Taking three tests in a row was exhausting.
During the first exam, she was energized after having drunk almost four cups of coffee before class. Caffeine, after all, was your best friend after a whole night of studying. However, its effects began to wear off halfway through test number two. By the third examination, her energy had crashed. The letters on the paper were dancing and she was nodding off to the silent beat of sleep. Later on, she'd stumbled onto the shuttle and fallen asleep in her seat. The driver had to wake her up
EnglandXReader: Lessons In LoveLights flashed. Blue. Purple. Green.EnglandXReader: Lessons In Love2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The room wavered as the lights danced on the walls. The music beat against The blonde's ears as he made his way deeper into the sea of people. The people felt like they were closing in, swallowing him in their rhythmic dancing and pulsing auras.
It was a different experience for Arthur, being in the thick of the crowd. When Alfred or Francis even managed to get him into a place like this he usually stuck to the outskirts of the dance floor, he preferred his space out there. Often times he kept to the shadows, standing along the walls. There it was secluded, and quiet (despite the raring music) and he could actually think there. Besides, most of the tables stood alone, away from the crowd, making for an easy escape when he got bored. Tonight, however, was different. He had caught a glimpse of something. He had seen something that he hadn't expected to ever see there, something that had become the
EnglandxReader A Stirring Turn of EventsEnglandxReaderEnglandxReader A Stirring Turn of Events3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
A Stirring Turn of Events
Before moving to England to live with your boyfriend Arthur Kirkland, you had loved the rain; however, ever since you had moved, your tolerance for it had grown thin. It seemed as if almost every day was spent inside watching rain pelt your little town just outside of London. You sighed, turning your back to the window.
"So, in a stirring turn of events, it's raining outside." You informed Arthur. He looked up from his book and raised one of his bushy eyebrows.
"Is that so?" He asked in a monotone.
"Not that I dislike living here with you, Artie, but does it have rain every day? I mean l can only take so much this."
"Well, what would you like me to do about it, love? I can't just change the weather." He responded looking back at his book.
"I know. Sorry, I'm just a little restless from being coped up inside all the time." You said, turning back towards the window. The rain was coming down even harder now. Your poor little backyard was being poun
England x Reader (You Can't!)England was acting rather strange, and by 'strange', I mean even weirder than him talking to his supposed magical friends. It was as though he was suddenly trying to avoid you, which was unusual since you had been dating for six years. Whenever you tried to talk to him, he would ramble on about some excuse to leave or simply just head off at a different direction. Sometimes you could even feel his presence lurking shyly behind walls, as if he wanted but could not for whatever reason talk to you. This behaviour annoyed you; where was his gentlemanly side?England x Reader (You Can't!)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
So one day as you were sulking around on the couch, you received a call from your British boyfriend.
"Hello, love," you heard his voice on the other side, making you realize how much you missed talking to him. However, it wasn't enough to soothe the anger that was boiling up within you.
"What do you want?" you asked bluntly, absentmindedly twirling a few strands of your (insert colour) hair.
"No need to be so rude, young lady. I
Enchanted- EnglandxReader one shotI frowned at the paper in front of me. My song was finally complete. All my feelings for my best friend and secret crush Arthur, finally put on paper. Now there was only one problem.Enchanted- EnglandxReader one shot2 years ago in Romance More Like This
When the hell was I gonna sing it to him?
This seemed like such a good idea at the time...
A knock on the door drew me out of my thoughts. I went to answer it and who else would it be but the heartthrob himself.
"Oh, Arthur! I didn't expect you to be here so soon." Not that I minded of course.
"Actually love, I'm a little late... Sorry."
"Oh, is that so?" Sometimes it scares me how I can get so lost in my thoughts.
He looked around the house and sweat dropped. "Were you daydreaming again, _____?"
I blush, looking at my house. It was only a little messy, but I was extremely embarrassed. Arthur's house was always so clean! He was always outdoing me in this aspect and as a woman, I felt ashamed about that.
"Haha, you know me so well..." I trailed off scratching my head. "I'm really sorry. Come in,
Talk Too Much: Waiter!EnglandXReaderYou shouldn't have gone with him, you really shouldn't have. You and France had recently gotten into an argument. France had been bad touching you again. To make it up to you, he was taking you out to dinner, his treat, to fancy French Restaurant. How could you deny the French cuisine, especially when someone else was picking up the tab? You couldn't deny you were hungry either. After a grueling meeting, without even England to keep your stresses off your mind, you wanted food and sleep. For some reason the British nation hadn't shown up. You were worried. Naturally, France wasn't.Talk Too Much: Waiter!EnglandXReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
So you sat at the table, waiting with Francis for the waiter to show up. You hadn't realized that with going with the Frenchman, it looked like a date. How you wished England had been there. He would have made you see sense before you had gotten into the situation. However, as you looked around, your face burned. All of the servers were men, wearing revealing uniforms. It was like a high class strip joint th
EnglandxFairy!Reader- Till There Was You (Final)EnglandxFairy!Reader- Till There Was You (Final)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm in love with Arthur," you said aloud once more, this time with more confidence. You said it over and over in your mind until it became a reality to you. You couldn't help but smile at the thought of experiencing a new emotion as wonderful as this~!
You looked back outside the window at Arthur, who was now checking on the last few rosebushes, and a blush came across your small features. You wanted to shout it to him, open the window and shout out all of these new feelings for him that you finally understood! But you looked down at your hands though, suddenly feeling a wave of sadness come over you. You were just a fairy, and he a human. He could never love you; even if he did he could neither embrace you nor do what normal lovers do with each other
The sun was well over the horizon by now and it was getting harder to see Arthur, but you could just make out his shape coming towards the door to the house.
You took a deep breath, trying to fight the ever increasing blush o
EnglandXReader: Meet me at the libraryYou waltzed through the bookshelves of the library that you found while in your vacation in London. You've always enjoyed books and seeing a large selection like this made your heart flutter. There seemed to be every book imaginable here!EnglandXReader: Meet me at the library2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You walked over to the (favorite type of genre) section and searched for your favorite book. It didn't take you too long to find it though. When you went to go take the book off of the shelf, it wouldn't budge. 'How odd...', you though and tried again. Alright, this book did not want to move. This began to frustrate you. You put your foot against the shelf and pulled with all of your might.
"Why in the bloody hell won't this book move?!", a voice yelled from the other side. You let go of the book and it flew to the other aisle in the hands of a Brit. He hit his head on the shelf behind him and fell to the floor. He had shag
Flowers Mean Forgiveness [Punk!EnglandxReader]Flowers Mean ForgivenessFlowers Mean Forgiveness [Punk!EnglandxReader]3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Request: Punk!EnglandxReader (Romance, hurt/comfort)
Written for: Umbrelink
I can't believe this!" You yelled in frustration, throwing the bundle of flowers (red and white tulips) merciless on the ground. "How can he even dare to think that would make everything alright?"
Once again, this particular evening, you felt your eyes water up. This time, though, it wasn't out of sadness, but more out of anger. How can he even try something like this? Flowers, out of all things? You stood above that way too cliché sorry of his. He could try to be all gentleman, if he just wanted to, but you wouldn't fall for that. After all these years, you realized, you never knew what kind of person Arthur Kirkland was. Now you do; and, well, after four years of loving him and putting up with everything he did, this was just too much. You had boundaries. And he should know. But seemingly he didn't. After four years.
Daddy!EnglandxMummy!Reader - Fireworks NightYou snuggled into the thickest, longest [f/c] scarf you had, gloved hands idly playing with its woollen tassels. Somehow, you had been lumbered with responsibility of guarding your table, with the specific instruction to 'ensure other sods don't go pinching it'.Daddy!EnglandxMummy!Reader - Fireworks Night2 years ago in Romance More Like This
By table, it was actually some rickety old wooden bench that had seen better days. Over the years you had spent living in the English countryside, you'd learned that all benches in beer gardens were of a similar condition. But still, it was better than having to stand for hours with the other spectators that had come to the Queen's Head for the fireworks display. And with at least another good half an hour's wait until it all started, you were more content being bored at a table, rickety or no, than to be bored and with leg ache.
Despite it being seven o clock on a Monday night, the whole establishment was full of eager families and patrons crowding together for the festivities, fireworks night - It was like this in nearly ev
Last Call CasualtyEngland x ReaderLast Call Casualty3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You were jolted awake by the insect-like vibrations of your phone on the nightstand. You picked it up and saw that it was just past three AM. You didn't need to ask who it was on the other end.
"I'm going to guess that you don't know what time it is, Arthur," you muttered, sitting up blearily.
"Nope," he hiccupped. He sounded distraught. No surprises there. The Brit only ever called you when he was pissed (read: drunk), and he tended to become more and more depressed with each shot of gin. Honestly, he was a lightweight.
"I need you," he said. At least, this was what you assumed he had meant. What he actually said was "Uh nead oo."
"How much have you had to drink, Arthur?" you demanded, almost afraid to hear the answer.
"Dunno. There was one, and two, and uh what comes after two?"
By this time you were on your feet, going to the closet to get some clothes. "Just wait there," you told him, silently hating yourself for going to him again. "I'll
England x Reader-The Greeting of LoveThe song had almost ended when you heard a sudden crash and banging noise from behind the stage where you were playing causing you to gasp in surprise.England x Reader-The Greeting of Love2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Wh-Who's there?" you stammered trembling in place, your feet cemented to the floor.
All of a sudden, you heard a quiet storm of cursing before someone revealed himself from the back covered in shambles of broken wood and crinkled sheet music.
"Bloody hell, it was too dark. I knew where I was going "
The young man in front of you had messy blonde hair barely covering a pair of bright emerald green eyes underneath the bushiest eyebrows you had ever seen. He was wearing an embarrassed expression probably because he had tripped on something in the back. You didn't know what he was doing here, though.
"Um, are you alright?" you asked quietly bringing your bow closer to your chest in case he was going to lunge at you (though you wouldn't know why he would do something like that in the first place).
The young man dusted his uniform and s
Tea stains. EnglandXReaderTea stains. EnglandXReader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You were walking towards a big convention center in the city. It was a cold autumn morning, the wind blowing through from various directions, making you shiver.
'Hope this is as grand as Aunt said." you muttered to yourself, bringing your (j/c) jacket closer to yourself as if to warm you and tightening your fluffy (s/c) warm scarf around your neck as you were walking from the train station to the convention.
Yes, your auntie had gotten you tickets for a convention, one that you were really eager for and excited. She was like your best friend despite the age difference.
It was a Tea Convention.
You see, you adored tea beyond belief. You'd give up a soda and chips for Tea and cake. You loved the bitter tasting beverage. Such different tastes, aromas and strengths, all giving different flavoured and twists you were fascinated with.
Basically, you knew a lot about tea, you had been drinking tea since you were a baby. It was in the family. Your auntie was a membe