Hunting for Nessie (ScotlandXReader)“And why are we doing this again?” You huffed as you stomped behind Allistor. The redhead grinned at you, beckoning you closer. “C’mon, hurry up!”
You grumbled, him already speeding over the crag, his mighty walking boots resounding loudly. Sighing, you ruffled your hair, wondering why on earth you’d taken the scot up on his unusual request.
It was the winter solstice. And Allistor, coming from a superstitious family had been bought up to believe that it was a magical day. Not that you could blame him, the day had been different, but still!
You finally managed to catch up to him, well only because he was standing still at the top. “Isn’t it beautiful?”
The glen revealed itself, pure green from the insistent rain that stopped luckily the moment the two of you had set off. Loch Ness stretched out as far as you could see, the peaceful water rippling gently in the wind.
Grunting in response you swigged some water from your bottle and wi
The Fates (ScotlandXReader)You watched, enraptured by the wave of grass that floated to and fro in the steady breeze that swept your hair from your forehead in dizzying patters. Small, fluffy pieces of pollen swerved past you, lurching out of your reaching hand’s way.The Fates (ScotlandXReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
A soft laugh escaped your lips at your failed attempt to catch the things, a warm and pleasant feeling spreading throughout your body as you basked in the rare sunlight.
A shadow fell over you so you tilted your head back to see who it was. You smiled softly at the young blonde princeling, wondering why he’d come to where you were seating on the light incline of the hill. His brothers were bullying him again, no doubt he was seeking refuge from their teasing. You were surprised that young prince Arthur hadn’t snapped yet.
Something niggled the back of your mind now that you saw him and you tried to recall what it was. It was something to do with a promise Arthur had made, but you simply couldn’t remember what it was.
You're mine (Fallen to thief FranceXReader)Francis ran up through the field, as he turned he laughed loudly when he saw you face-plant into the ground. “Careful now!” He called, coming back to you to help you up. “Thanks!” You replied, grinning though there was mud all over your face.You're mine (Fallen to thief FranceXReader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chuckling, the young blond wiped it away with his sleeve, running his hands through your hair to make it stand up. You chased him, shouting loudly. This was the most fun you’d ever had! It was so lucky to have spotted Francis through the window. Normally you weren’t allowed to go outside without anyone to guide you, but even then you only went on boring walks.
Now that you’d found Francis, you were sure you were going to have way more fun. His parents were specialists in roses and while they mostly tended to the garden that was the main reason they were employed.
Your late mother absolutely adored them and when she died, the flowers reminded your father of her so much. He liked seeing them, but the pain at
Catbells and watching cateyes (GreeceXReader)“Heraaaaaa!” You called, waiting for the Greek to open his front door. Though you’d been ringing the bell and knocking for more than five minutes, he still hadn’t appeared. “C’mon you lazy-arse! Get down here!” You shouted again, your hands cupping your mouth to make your volume louder.Catbells and watching cateyes (GreeceXReader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You heard a grunt from behind the glass door, sighing in relief when the brunette finally opened up. “You were still sleeping weren’t you?” You said irritatedly, dropping your bag on the sofa. As a reply, he merely yawned and stretched.
Another clue to what he’d been doing was the fact that he still hadn’t put a shirt on. “Geez Heracles, get dressed!” You complained, pushing him up the stairs. He nodded sleepily, ruffling his bed-hair as he slowly made his way up the stairs to his room, hopefully to get some proper clothes.
You sighed and sat down on the sofa, your cheeks red. Why was he so oblivious about everything? It
ScotlandxReader Pocket WatchScotlandxReader Pocket Watch3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
These are the human names I'm using for the Kirkland Brothers :3
North Ireland- Sean
"Can I get this mummy?!" Your six year old son held up the package of sweets excitedly.
You held back a tired sigh. "Of course honey."
Colin squealed with delight, tossing the package into your shopping cart. You allowed your self a small smile.
He alternating between sitting in the cart and walking next to you during the shopping trip. After wards, you walked home. One hand holding a grocery bag, the other clasped around your son's small hand.
"Hmm?" You glanced down at him. Colin's bright red hair shone in the afternoon light.
"Why do you look sad?"
You blinked, unconsciously reaching up with a hand and touched your cheek.
"I'm not sad....Just tired."
It was a half truth
Drunken sweetness (ScotlandXReader)A bang. The front door had been thrown open, banging against its hinges as someone else banged in. “(Y/n)!! I’m hoooome~” Not again.Drunken sweetness (ScotlandXReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Allistor grinned lazily, opening his arms for you as he stumbled inside. Why did you even wait up for him anymore? You should’ve known he’d come home drunk like always. With a couple more drunken slurs of what you guessed was your name, he fell to his knees in front of you.
You shook your head at him and sighed, putting down the magazine you’d engrossed yourself in. Stroking his cheek, to which he nuzzled his face in your hands. “I’m back hooome~” He murmured, pressing kisses on your palms.
“W-why’re ya still awake..?” He questioned, resting his chin on your folded up legs. “I was waiting for you stupid.” Why did you still wait up for him like this? Oh yes, it was because you were head over heels for the redheaded Scot and his affection, which tended to be more prominent
Smoke (ScotlandXReader)Deep, deep into the furthest recesses of your sleep, a familiar scent wafted over you. It wasn’t the pleasant cookie-scent your mother used to wake you up with, nor the papery smell of the Sunday newsletter your father used to concentrate on in the mornings. It was a homely, wonderful smell which instantly made you swell with warmth and content.Smoke (ScotlandXReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The mixture contained a blend of something sickly sweet, like the sugar candies you used to chew on until your jaw was sore, as well as a hot, musky type of smell. All of that mixed with the smell of used linen sheets and the heady smell of sweat, strangely you could also detect a breath of frosty air. Drowsily, your tired eyes fluttered open – determined to name that particular scent that had lured you from your dreams.
Still sleepy, you focused on the bed sheets you were facing, reaching up mutely to stroke the spot where a freckled chest would have normally been. It took a moment for your brain to comprehend who was missing from
Will you become my territory? (ScotlandXReader)Okay, just a little something I had stuck in my mind.Will you become my territory? (ScotlandXReader)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So will you say yes or no? :3
Leave your answer in the comments, depending on which I shall make two endings you know. First time I tried alternate endings, so I don't know whether it'll suck or not.
This is dedicated to all the Scotland fans out there!! (Myself included .)
Anyways I hope you enjoy :3
The alarm startled you awake which in turn made you fall out of bed. "Talk about a rude awakening..." you muttered to yourself, scratching your head. Looking at the clock though you froze.
How, how can it be so late? I set the alarm didn't I? Your panicked thoughts screamed in your head. You grabbed the alarm clock and looked at it, shit you'd set it on the second alarm, the one you use for sleeping in.
Great, you were hosting the world conference but you couldn't go looking like this. And you so wanted to impress the rest of the nations, as you had onl
ScotlandxReader~Kilt FactsThe moment the screen went black, you nearly screamed. Curse this bloody storm! Because of it, the paper you'd written about 'Scottish men and their kilts' was now completely gone.ScotlandxReader~Kilt Facts3 years ago in Humor More Like This
'Dammit!' You thought, wishing to tear out your hair. 'I knew I should have saved it!'
Thinking quickly, you called up the only country you knew would have the proper information about such a thing. Scotland.
Luckily, the phone lines weren't dead yet, so as the line on the other end began to ring, you sighed with relief. This paper was due monday, and you'd been so busy having fun with other countries and your friends, you totally forgot. So now it was saturday night, and you were expected to attend a party at America's tomorrow so you didn't want to be stuck at home.
"Ello' who's this?" the scottish voice on the other end boomed.
"Hey Alistair." you smiled hearing his deep voice. "Could I nab some information from you?"
"What kind of infrmation lassie?" he asked, seemingly sounding delighted. That
Can I have another? (IrelandXReader) RQYou gazed in unconcealed wonder at the spiralling, swirling inscriptions on the ancient slabs of stone, inching along the stone passage at a sluggish pace to make sure you didn’t miss anything. Flynn chuckled at your reaction, glancing to the side every now and then in favour of watching you. He’d seen the place a couple of times before, but the fact that you were with him was distracting him quite a bit.Can I have another? (IrelandXReader) RQ2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The way your eyes lit up when you rounded another corner and the way you wiggled as you tried to contain your excitement, all of it made his heart beat faster. He could tell by the way you were fidgeting that you were simply itching to run ahead and explore. Before you could however, he grabbed hold of your wrist, chuckling when you pouted at him.
“Don’t leave me behind.” He said with a grin, his face turning red when you slipped your hand down so you could entangle your fingers together. “That’s better then, isn’t it?” You murmure
Turbulence (ScotlandXReader)“— The Intercity-Express to Edinburgh has been delayed by at least eighteen minutes. We apologize for the inconvenience—“Turbulence (ScotlandXReader)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
A deep sigh escaped you, your hands pressed to one another as you sat on the cold, metal bench on platform 9. Even as you sat there, your behind surprisingly not frozen off yet, you could see more crestfallen passengers stepping down the stairs into the warm underground of the station. Your bag jiggled on your lap, your feet stamping up and down to keep the life in them.
Your breath came as white ink in grimy water, trickling up into the cold air and slowly fading from sight. Your hands, which were foolishly ungloved, you stuffed between your thighs and relieved, you felt some warmth steal back into them. The eighteen minutes you passed by humming to yourself, keeping yourself warm by bouncing your legs up and down. Other people started arriving for the train after yours, which came long before its predecessor did. You started specula
Yes (part two) (ScotlandXReader)This is for all those adorable fan girls who answered yes to our hot red-head. The link is in the description.Yes (part two) (ScotlandXReader)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I will be doing an 'no'-version, soonish, I promise. Imma go to bed now, I've been working on this for about an hour, when it's 2:20 am already *yawn* I couldn't sleep so I thought I might as well get started on this one.
Anyway enough of my rambling, please enjoy and comment to let me know what you think about it ^^
You blushed and stared at your feet. Sensing him move closer, you looked up to see both of his arms around your head, one on either side. You gulped and blinked. "So lassie, what's you answer?" He leaned down, his face inches from yours.
Flushing a brighter shade of pink, you nodded which made him grin. He nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck and breathed in your scent. You placed your hands on his chest and gently touched his chest through the layers of clothing.
ScotlandxBlind!Reader Colored Voices part 2ScotlandxBlind!readerScotlandxBlind!Reader Colored Voices part 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Allistor lead you back to the Kirkland home. His long, calloused fingers wrapped comfortably around yours.
"Yer really crazy. Do ye have any idea how late it is?" The velvety green and red twisted around in your mind.
"I can't exactly see the change in light." You smirked, as his hand tightened in embarrassment.
You felt the terrain change. You must have entered the forest.
"What do you look like?" You were curious to know what the owner of the two colored voice looked like.
He was silent, searching for an answer.
"Ah got red hair and green eyes." He paused, you swore you felt his eyes on the side of your head. You smiled inside, so he looked like his voice.
"Um Red is like fire. It's---" You tilted your head towards him, motioning with a hand.
"I know what colors look like. I wasn't always blind."
"Oh." An awkward silence fell. Well awkward for him, you w
ScotlandxReader - Bed SheetIn the midst of a bright winter's morning a young woman stood by her bedroom window, looking at the snowy landscape as if the sight was foreign to her. The wind had a particular bite to it that morning. So chilly was the air that it seeped through her nightdress and diffused into her skin, causing her breathing to deepen from the sudden shock to her body. She shivered a little and ran her hands along her arms in an attempt to warm herself up, but alas it was to no avail. Still though, the morning was particularly spectacular to behold, and she did not wish to go back to bed just yet. The highlands were beautiful this time of year. The sky was so blue and the land was awash in beautiful whites, even a painter would have been hard pressed to improve upon the view.ScotlandxReader - Bed Sheet3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Yoo're wakin' lassie?" Came a voice from behind her, slightly heavy with sleep.
"Hmm..." She breathed in acknowledgement, flashing her warm smile towards the man lying in the bed behind her. "It's rather cold..."
A deep, hea
Hetalia ScotlandxReader - Stuck In a BoxHetalia ScotlandxReader - Stuck In a Box3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Oy, _____!" called a familiar voice.
_____ turned around to see her friend and long-time crush, Allistor Kirkland, standing with his hands in his pockets. "Oh, hi, Allistor. What's up?"
"The ceilin'," he replied curtly, his shoulders rising slightly as he spoke, then relaxing back to their original position. "Gilbert's havin' a party tonight. You comin'?"
"A party? Sure! I'd love to!" said _____ with a wide smile. She knew that Gilbert's parties were the best around, despite how crazy and out of control they became.
Allistor nodded, making a half-smile. "Great. You want me to pick you up?"
A light shade of pink dusted _____'s cheeks. "Uh. . . sure. Okay. . ."
That night, _____ sat in her living room. She had on black Converse shoes, a plain white shirt, a black leather jacket, and a pair of skinny jeans with the Union Jack painted across the right thigh. With every minute that passed, she became more and more anxious. She wondered if she would finally gain enough courage to tell A
ScotlandxReader Pocket watch FinalScotlandxReaderScotlandxReader Pocket watch Final3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
These are the human names I'm using for the Kirkland Brothers :3
North Ireland- Sean
You stared across the table at Allistor. He glanced at you, then looked down, shame in his eyes.
Colin had finally gone back to sleep. It disheartened you to see how much hate and contempt he felt for his father.
He flinched like he had been shocked.
"Why did you come back? You know your brothers are trying to keep you away."
He nodded, avoiding your eyes. You sighed, hunching your shoulders.
How awkward could this get?
"I know I already said it, bu' I'm sorry."
"An' I know tha' you an' Colin have every right ta' hate me."
You crossed your arms, avoiding his eyes. "He'll get over it."
Or he might not, but you didn't th
ScotlandxReader: Chicken "Name your game Iain."ScotlandxReader: Chicken3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The man scanned the area around him, the empty playground in the middle of the night to see an abandoned swing set under the light of a nearby street lamp. He grinned.
"Whoever jumps aff at th' hi'est point wins." Both of you grinned, fire in your eyes as you went over to the swings.
Both of you started pumping your legs back and forth, going higher and higher. The only think running through your minds was to beat the other and do so with pride. Iain was about two yards high when he jumped off, knowing you couldn't stand the height you were at.
Looking down at the ground, you could feel your face pale. Still, Iain was standing there, grinning in content with his arms crossed and his hip out,"A bawherr scared, aren't we lass?"
"No!" You cried back, going up higher and higher. Still, you wanted to beat him not matter how scared. He didn't assume you would jump off from that height which was why he
Police!ScotlandxReader SONGFICPolice!ScotlandxReader: Lost & Far from HomePolice!ScotlandxReader SONGFIC2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Song: Lost & Far From Home ~ Katie Costello
With her head on a pillow
And her pains tucked under the sheets~
Music playing softly
Without a steady beat~
You buried your head into the pillows of your tiny bed, hoping your tears would disappear into the matching sheets. Your MP3 was playing, though on a very low setting. It was just background noise to ignore what was really happening.
Loud, horrible, hateful fighting. Your parents were divorcing, and were fighting about who would keep you. Or rather, trying to shove you off onto the other.
“I want nothing to do with her! She’s just like you, annoying as hell!”
“Well I don’t want the kid either! She looks just like you, and I can’t stand that!”
The TV flickers flames of color
It ignites the room~
A black & white face
You couldn't take it anymore. You HAD to get away, far away
Not just studying also games (DenmarkXReader)You sighed, scratching your neck as you carried on conjugating the verb that was set. Your music playing in your ears, you rubbed the bridge of your nose.Not just studying also games (DenmarkXReader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Dropping your pen you leaned back. After checking your watch you decided now would be a good time for a break. Suddenly you felt arms around you and you jumped as someone blew air into your exposed neck.
“Heya.” You should’ve known.
“Mathias, what are you doing?” You asked, tilting your head back so you were able to his blue eyes twinkling down at you in mirth. “Just felt like being a creep.” He kissed your upside-down lips happily and sat down next to you at the desk you’d claimed. “What are you doing?” He asked, wincing when the librarian shushed him.
“I was studying.” You answered, one of your earphones out of your ear so you could hear him. He frowned. “What, again?” You raised your eyebrow at him and snorted. “Well one of us has to.”
Never seen that smile pt.2 (Actor DenmarkXReader)“Get it right already!” You grumbled, hitting Mathias over the head with the script. He winced though you hadn’t hit him that hard, or at least you didn’t think you had. “I’ve almost got it!” He complained, rubbing the spot you’d hit.Never seen that smile pt.2 (Actor DenmarkXReader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You rolled your eyes, that’s what he’d been saying for two hours now. Settling back on the sofa he laid down, resting his head on your stomach. Absentmindedly you stroked through his unruly hair, sighing as you looked over the script again.
“What kind of an actor are you anyway? If you can’t memorise your lines...” He grinned at you. “I’m learning them a hell of a lot faster than when I used to learn them by myself you know.”
You gaped at him. It must’ve taken him days to get his lines right then! “It takes me awhile to learn them, but once they’re in my head they stick. You act way better if you know what you have to say but not word for word
Slips and slides (DenmarkXReader)You played with your hair, examining the tips for split ends as you jolted along with the bus. The music playing in your ears was loud, but not loud enough to leak out of your ears and annoy the people around you.Slips and slides (DenmarkXReader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Feeling a gaze trained on you, you sneakily glanced around to see where it came from. Your eyes fell upon a blond guy, who seemed about your age. Though the moment your eyes met, he quickly made his gaze drift to a group of other people.
So that’s who’d been staring at you.
Giggling slightly, you shook your head and returned to look at the winter scenery. You grimaced as you saw how icy the roads were. You knew pretty much that you’d slip and fall instantaneously. You were like that.
Sighing at yourself, you rested your palm on the window pane, watching as your handprint materialised on the glass, evaporating quickly. The bus halted, making you nearly fall out of your seat due to the over-usage of the breaks.
Huffing in frustration, you flicked back your ban
Request: ScotlandxReader - Ain't bad“(Y/n)!” a drunken Arthur called from the counter he was currently resting on.Request: ScotlandxReader - Ain't bad2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Yes, what is it Arthur?” (y/n) called as she dried off one of the small shot glasses.
“Another drink, love!” he called and raised his empty glass above his head.
(Y/n) sighed a bit, put the half-dry glass aside and went over to where Arthur sat with two friends.
“Are you sure you three haven’t had enough yet?” she asked with a smile on her face. “You have someone to take you home?”
“Enough?!” the albino, his name was Gilbert if (y/n) recalled correctly, said loudly and laughed at the same volume. “How can you get “enough” to drink?”
“When you start to get drunk, that’s how,” (y/n) answered and lent over the counter resting her chin in the palm of her hand.
“Ah, not to worry!” the spiky haired guy, DM (y/n) had heard the others call him, spoke up in a surprisingly sober voice. &
Burning dinner (FranceXReader)Francis hummed as he set about cooking for dinner. Not that you couldn't cook or anything, it's just that he was brilliant at it. And you loved watching his fingers.Burning dinner (FranceXReader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
They were so nimble, so elegant and effective against the grit in lettuces, the fat on meat, you could find so many reasons as to why watching him cook was so calming.
Sticking close to his side, your (e/c) eyes followed his hands that were stirring a pan filled with a roux. He quickly alternated between flour and milk, the sauce getting thicker and thicker as he did so.
He noticed your watching and chuckling he pulled you between his arms. Your arms came above his and he looked over your shoulder to continue cooking. "Better, no?" You nodded happily at his question, settling down against his chest.
He leant his head against yours, taking in the scent of your hair. Smiling, ne nuzzled your neck, distracted by you. Kissing down your neck and shoulder, he purred. You turned around and he pinned you against the stove, nipping
ScotlandxReader Birthday GirlScotlandxReader Birthday Girl3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Something was tapping your forehead. Frowning you waved a hand, trying to brush it away. It stopped for a moment, then continued.
"Come on lass. I'm not lettin' ya' sleep yer birthday away."
A familiar voice rumbled. You blinked sleepily at the man next to you. His red hair was tousled, sticking up all over the place. Faint stubble covered his jaw.
"So what do ye' want for yer birthday?" He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at you.
"That's what you would want. Besides Peter is in the next room." You pointed out.
He rolled his eyes, "Ah should get Arthur ta' babysit him tonight."
You frowned, shaking your head.
"Nope. I want to spend my Birthday with my son and Husband." You paused, reaching out to twirl a fiery lock of his hair around your finger.
"And I want a carrot cake."
He arched an eyebrow, "Ye' do realize yer talkin' to a man whose brother sets fire to cereal."
You nodded, grinning.
The sound of someone r
Photoalbums and wine (FranceXReader)“Hey chérie!” Francis greeted you when he opened the door to his house. “Hi!” You said, grinning toothily and hugging him. Smiling, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a kiss.Photoalbums and wine (FranceXReader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Thanks for coming to help me today, chérie.” He murmured, his forehead resting against yours. “No problem Francis.” You replied, gazing sweetly up at him. “Let’s get started then.” He took your hand, pulling you to the back of his house.
“This is it,” he sighed, gesturing at a double-doored closet,”I suggest you stand back.”
You cocked your head in question, but did as he said, leaning against the wall. Francis seemingly braced himself, taking a deep breath, pulling the doors open at one and springing to the side.
A mountain of clutter, boxes and just general dirt flowed into the room. You grimaced, sniffing the air as though he might have something toxic in amongst all of the cardboard boxes, books and