ScotlandxBlind!Reader Colored VoicesScotlandxBlind!Reader
Your parents knew that you had wanted to go to Europe. They had known it long before "It" happened and had encouraged you to get a good education. Then get a job and save up.
And you did. You had jobs during the summer, while during the school year you studied like crazy.
But in your last year of high school, six months before graduation, You had gone blind.
There was no accident, no chemical explosion or a bad hit to the head. One morning you had just woken up blind.
The doctors couldn't figure out what had happened. Your parents where devastated.
And your dreams had be crushed.
Six months later, your school had allowed you to graduate with the rest of your class. Mainly because you had had the best grades in the entire school.
But you had lost your will to keep going.
Your parents tried to get you interested in a college for the blind. They tried finding a place that would employ a blind girl.
But it w
ScotlandxBlind!Reader Colored Voices FinalScotlandxBlind!readerScotlandxBlind!Reader Colored Voices Final1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
When you woke up, you felt the skirt of your nightgown crinkle with a layer of thin frost. It was still chilly out.
You had actually managed to fall asleep on the roof. You never failed to amaze yourself.
Allistor mumbled something, his head leaning against yours.
"Wake up." You reached out and poked him.
"WHOA LASSIE!" You felt his head shoot off your shoulder. You flinched slightly, eyes wide with surprise. His sleepy colors had gone bright with alarm, and something else.
"I know yer blind an' all, so please dinne'a poke me if ye' don't know where yer finger is goin'."
You blushed, realizing what he meant. Oops
"Oh geez, sorry."
He went silent, the colors of his voice slowly fading out of your mind.
"Are you wearing a skirt?"
Allistor snorted, "Nae, Ah'm not. It's a Kilt." His colors turned slightly annoyed.
Silence fell, but you didn't mind, it was
ScotlandxBlind!Reader Colored Voices part 2ScotlandxBlind!readerScotlandxBlind!Reader Colored Voices part 21 year 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 Pocket WatchScotlandxReader Pocket Watch1 year 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
ScotlandxReader Pocket watch FinalScotlandxReaderScotlandxReader Pocket watch Final11 months 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 Birthday GirlScotlandxReader Birthday Girl1 year 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
Gloves: Scotland and Reader:Gloves: Scotland and Reader:Gloves: Scotland and Reader:1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The moment the accursed gloves went on, the lid on his anger blew off. They would punch through walls, knock out teeth, rattle brains, and grab bottle after bottle of scotch until he was completely spent and sprawled on the living room floor, groaning with a headache and a black eye or cuts all along his face or arms.
When he put the gloves on he was a different person, matching his dark auburn hair in fiery personality and a thick accent that spat out insults as the gloves mercilessly pounded into someone who had slipped a petty insult to the tipsy man with a fuse as short as a grace note. The only person he cared about was himself during those times, shutting off the rest of the world to instead spend time with a nice bottle of scotch and not-so innocent arm wrestling.
Then there were those rare times when the gloves were off, revealing tough and calloused hands with long fingers ready to wrap around someone’s neck, but they wouldn’t dare. He&
Where She Lives Scotland X ReaderWhere She Lives Scotland X Reader1 year ago in Romance More Like This
You were out on the water, in the same boat, in the same weather conditions as you always were when you encountered the Loch Ness monster. Clouds loomed overhead threatening to soak you at any moment. It would be worth it though. No matter how many times you saw her, the excitement never went away. "Are you ready for this?" Scotland opened up the barrel letting the now familiar smell of the pungent cheese escape. It didn't make your eyes water like it used to, but it still burned your sinuses without fail. "She should be on her way now that the smell was out." He gave you a bright smile. "You getting excited?"
You nodded, how could you nod be? Today was the day you tried to ride on Nessie's back. "Very, I just hope I can do it." The water rippled next to the boat.
"Well, we're about to find out aren't we lass?" He waved the cheese over the side of the boat and called for her. Nessie quickly brought her beautiful dragon like body above the water's surface. It
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!”Hunting for Nessie (ScotlandXReader)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
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
Scotland x Reader ~Hard-Luck Tale~~Hard-Luck Tale~Scotland x Reader ~Hard-Luck Tale~1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
" And don't go coming back, ye hear?!"
Allistor coughed out some blood onto the wet pavement. Damn it, he had been beaten so badly that he was sure they had broken at least one of his ribs. He was out of luck now: no money due to his poor habits, no friends because of his ill hot-headed temper, no friends simply because
"Heh," Allistor let out a short sarcastic laugh as he spat a glob of saliva mixed with blood on the ground. "I had it coming. I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner " It would have been easier if he just died on the spot
Suddenly, he heard a soft rustling noise coming from a pile of cardboard boxes and garbage not too far away.
What's that? he wondered and crawled over to the source of the noise to get a better look.
"A dog "
A frail, weak dog was curled up under some soggy, rain-drenched cardboard. It looked so thin with its bones showing through its wet fur.
Feeling pity for the vulnerable creature, Allisto
RomanoxReader Birthday GirlRomanoxReaderRomanoxReader Birthday Girl1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
You stared at the strawberry cake in front of you and sighed. The candles flickered, waiting to be blown out. If you didn't blow them out soon, wax was going to drip onto the strawberry icing.
What was the point of celebrating this day anyway? Woo. One year older. You scowled at the pessimistic thoughts, and turned your attention back to the cake.
What to wish for? In fact, did you really need to wish for something before blowing out the candles?
You tapped a finger against the table top, glaring at the candles.
You decided to make the silliest and most improbable wish.
"I wish, that Romano from Hetalia, was real......or something." You frowned, not really sure how to frame the request.
Shrugging, you leaned forward and blew out the candles.
Nothing happened. Not that you were expecting something to happen.
A part of you hated spending another birthday alone.
Taming the Beast Scotland X ReaderTaming the Beast Scotland X Reader1 year ago in Romance More Like This
"I hope you're ready for this, she can be pretty intimidating you know. But don't get your hopes too awful high either, like I said before, she's a really shy one that girl. So we'll just have to wait and see. I did bring her favorite food though, so hopefully she'll come out today." Scotland had you out in the middle of the Loch Ness, in a very small boat. It looked like it may start pouring down rain at any minute. "She does love this kind of weather you know, makes it harder for people to spot her." He pulled some rather stinky cheese from a barrel he'd brought aboard the boat. "It's Vieux Boulogne, one of the stinkiest cheeses in the world. But it's Nessie's favorite. She should be able to smell it no matter where she is."
"I don't doubt it, that stuff smells awful." You covered your nose with your hand and scrunched up your face in disgust.
"I know it. I don't know what would make a lovely sea serpent like her like such a pungent cheese. Oh that m
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 Sheet1 year 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
Papa!ScotlandxChild!Reader- Smoke Clouds"Daddy, Daddy!" you called as you skipped off the big yellow bus and onto the sidewalk, running over to your red haired father.Papa!ScotlandxChild!Reader- Smoke Clouds1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"There's me bonnie lass!" your father cried, scooping you up in his arms and twirling you around.
"Did you miss me when I was at school today, Daddy?" You asked him, tugging on his iron earring.
"Of course! Now, let's get home. I made you an after school snack."
"Yay!" You hugged him around the neck, "You're the best papa ever."
"Aye, lass. And don't you forget it."
Your father, Allistor, was sitting in his big leather armchair, enjoying his usual evening cigar. You were on the ground playing with your toys when a question popped into your head.
"Why do you smoke so much? Isn't it bad for you?"
"I smoke because it relaxes me. And who ever told you that it was bad?"
"My teacher says that smoking makes your lungs get all black and icky. She says that if you smoke for enough time you can get…. You can get can… canceh… cancer." You str
Scotland x Reader - Nothing*They say I'm better off nowScotland x Reader - Nothing2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Than I ever was with her
As they take me to my local down the street
I'm smiling but I'm dying trying not to drag my feet
They say a few drinks will help me to forget her*
Allister stumbled into the pub, Alfred and Arthur pushing him in, Gilbert, Francis, and Antonio following. They push him on a bar stool, they knew that the quicker they got the Scotsman drunk, the better. They call the bartender, ordering the strongest whiskey and when it arrives Allister downs it like its water.
"Another," he growls. Arthur relaxes a little, thinking that his brother's back to normal. He never expected you to break up with him. The Englishman didn't understand why, but he knew that drink was always the answer to girl problems. When he glances back at Allister he is surprised to see seven more empty shot glasses and more on their way.
"Um, dude, maybe you should slow down," Alfred says, sipping his all American beer. Allister just growls at him.
"Si, amigo, there are many
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)9 months 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
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 Facts1 year 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
Neko-FrancexReader (with scotland)Neko-FrancexReaderxScotland (kinda)Neko-FrancexReader (with scotland)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"We have a really big selection of cats as you can see." Elizabeta laughed.
She was right. You didn't think you had ever seen as many cats as there were in this place. A small tabby rubbed up against your leg. He had a funny curl on his head.
"Thats Itabby." she pointed to a dark gray cat, "Thats his friend Germouser."
Nodding you crouched, patting the cat's head. A rather large white cat sauntered up to you. He had a friendly air about him.
"Whats this guys name?" You rubbed a hand across his fluffy head.
Elizabeta raised an eyebrow, "Thats Francis. He likes to cause trouble." You stared at the cat. He winked up at you.
Kinda weird for a cat.......
"He really doesn't look like he causes that much trouble." You mused aloud.
Elizabeta snorted. "Between him and his friends....." She motioned towards two cats sitting across the room. They were also white, although one had beige patches of fur.
The fluffy cat loo
GermanyxReader Birthday GirlGermanyxReader Birthday Girl1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Please Luddy!" You pouted up at the tall German. He scowled, crossing his arms.
"I don't know ____. I really don't like people in zere." His cheeks turned pink.
You stared at him.
He stared back.
"Jesus Luddy. It's not like it's your porn closet. It's just your kitchen." You huffed, rolling your eyes.
His face flushed red. "I don't have a....... FINE." He moved so you could walk past him. You smirked, waltzing into his kitchen.
You had come to Ludwig's mainly because he had the best equipped kitchen you had ever seen. And you liked to have everything at your finger tips when baking a cake.
Who was the cake for?
You of course. It was your birthday.
"Oh, um Happy Birzday ______." Ludwig held out a tiny package. "Feliciano und I got zis for you."
You hugged the big man, smiling. "Thanks Luddy, you really didn't have to do that!"
He blushed, mumbled something, then left the room. You opened the p
2P!FrancexMother!Reader2P!FrancexMother!Reader with Child!2P!America and Child!2P!Canada2P!FrancexMother!Reader11 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
You sighed as your seven year old son hurtled into the kitchen, clutching his face. Again.
Alfred's tanned face was streaked with tears and a rather large bruise covered his forehead. His bottom lip was trembling and he glared at the floor, most likely was trying not cry.
"What happened Alfred?"
You knelt to his level, gently pulling his hand away from his face. His left cheek was swollen and a trickled of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth.
You stared, feeling your anger rise inside you.
Which dumb ass, son of a bitch had hit your child?
Alfred was breathing heavily, his nostrils flared slightly as he held back tears.
"Open your mouth Al."
He shook his head, trying to pull away. You pursed your lips and his shoulders slummed.
Slowly he opened his mouth slightly, wincing. A few tears slid down his cheek.
The inside of Alfred's mouth was a bloody mess.
Werewolf!2P!PrussiaxReaderWerewolf!2P!PrussiaxReaderWerewolf!2P!PrussiaxReader8 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
You hated werewolves. Dirty beings, half man, half animal. They went against everything your society strived for. Of course, they also hated your kind. Believing that vampires were pompous and stuck up. Sadly it was true for most of the vampires you knew.
"Really _____." Roderich huffed, sipping blood laced tea from a dainty china cup. You glanced at him, ignoring the heavy feeling of your skirts. It was uncomfortable, even for a vampire, to wear so much fabric.
"You need to choose a nest mate."
Nest mate. A stupid, bird like term. In your society, groups of vampires considered to be family were called nests. Should one break off and choose to "Marry" another vampire, then those two have started a new nest. That other person was considered a nest mate.
You had been living (Or rather existing undead) for over three hundred years. Why would you need a nest mate now? Roderich shot a dagger like look to
AmericaxReaderxEngland Salem witch trialsAmericaxReaderxEngland (With Neko!Russia)AmericaxReaderxEngland Salem witch trials10 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Salem Witch Trials
The Salem Witch Trail. Your least favorite time in history. A time period your rather chauvinistic male teacher enjoyed reading about.
You tuned him out, staring out the classroom window. The hum of voices and your teachers loud, whine of a voice faded into the background. You blinked, eyelids feeling heavy.
Am I going to fall asleep in class? You blinked rubbing your eyes. The heavy sleepy feeling grew. Your eyes closed and you slumped against your desk, fast asleep.
(Okay people, this is were things get a little complicated. I am going to have everyone (except the reader) talk in that really confusing old English >_> Please excuse my really shitty attempt. Bear with me people.)
"________." Someone was gently shaking your shoulder. You sighed and waved you hand in an attempt to shake the person off.
"Thy have to wake up. T
~Merry Chrismas~ *Husband!Scotland X Wife!Reader*~Merry Chrismas~~Merry Chrismas~ *Husband!Scotland X Wife!Reader*1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
*Husband!Scotland X Wife!Reader X Child!England*
'Drabble #9 from 'All I want for Christmas' series'
The female braided the pretty fiery red locks of her 5 year old daughter while the little one swayed back and forth her tiny feet to keep herself busy.(Daughter's Name) stiffled a yawn,but failed miserably as her mother's touch was more than gentle and the adult's humming was serene as a lullaby.Both (Name) and Arthur laughed at the same time,hers feminine and subtle,his a little bit more manly and loud.
(Daughter's Name) was a precious little girl and she was the princess of the family.She resembled so much her daddy,as if the girl was the sculpted form,both in appearence and sometimes in acting,of Allistor.The pretty vivid red hair,her big emerald green eyes which glimmered with happiness and innocence,her white complexion - everything made her look as a porcelain doll - though (Name) was happy she inherited her father's traits and not hers,as the adult
Angel!SpainxReaderAngel!SpainxReaderAngel!SpainxReader11 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
You woke up ten minutes after your alarm went off. Scrambling out of bed, you rushed to get ready for the day. Your boss was adamant on employs arriving on time.
If they had an event for speed dressing at the Olympics, you would get gold medals every time.
Even though you had probably broken the World record for getting ready, you were still late for your job by five minutes.
Your employer, Mr.Kirkland, lectured you on 'Showing up on time' and 'Shouldn't look like you had let a baboon dress you'
After suffering this indignity, you were sent to the store room to stack crates tea boxes on their proper shelves.
"I don't know how you do this every day Berwald."
The tall Swedish man smiled slightly, shaking his head. "It's not that bad."
You rolled your eyes, "My shoulders feel like they're about to fall off and it's not even lunch time."
Berwald patted your back, silently going about his job. You noticed that he took
Werewolf!2P!AmericaxReaderWerewolf!2P!AmericaxReaderWerewolf!2P!AmericaxReader9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
You knew that walking alone in the woods was dangerous. Walking alone in the woods was down right stupid. But you didn't care, you loved walking in the woods.
The fresh air and deep night sky spattered with stars was beautiful to witness. You also enjoyed the sounds of leaves and twigs crunching beneath your feet.
However tonight wasn't like the others, you could feel it, some sort of disturbance in the forest. The birds were silent, no owls called out, no mice squeaked.
Like there was a predator lurking in the shadows. Waiting and watching. Watching you.
You shivered and turned, looking behind, sure that something would be behind you. Nothing. But dark woods and an empty twisting path. No, not so empty.
Amid the dry leaves and gnarled branches lay something small and glittering. Walking over to it, you crouched, squinting in the dim light. It was a necklace, the dainty chain curled beneath a silver charm.