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.
Surprises ScotlandxReader You coughed as the smoke from another one of Allistor's cigarettes filled the air. Waving your hand in front of your face and wrinkling your nose you looked at the Scotsman with a hint of distaste. “Do you really have to smoke that thing?” you managed to get out before coughing again.Surprises ScotlandxReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Allistor smirked at you, the corner of his lip curving up in a way he probably thought was attractive. “You get used to the smell,” he chuckled, taking another puff off of it before holding it out to your, one of his fiery eyebrows raising up in a smug, silent question. “You should try it, lass,” he didn’t move from his spot on the barstool.
You sighed, rolling your eyes before plucking the half-smoked cigarette out of his grasp, examining it for a moment, watching as the lit tip slowly began to consume the roll of tobacco and nicotine before leaning forward and extinguishing it in your friend’s scotch.
ScotlandxReader ~ Christmas Time in the CityScotlandxReader ~ Christmas Time in the City2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Lassie! Another one over ‘ere!” a slurred voice called. You rolled your eyes and grabbed a beer for the intoxicated man. He winked as you approached and made sure to give you a “pat”, if you understand what that means. Feeling slightly invaded, you made your way behind the counter and smoothed down your skirt. It was your second night working the bar, but it was a long one. People were getting drunk incredibly fast; at least it seemed fast to you. Scots must be masters at this kind of stuff.
You had moved from America to Scotland for a change of scenery. So far, you liked it a lot. The land was beautiful. So beautiful, that you couldn’t even describe it. Unfortunately, the plane ticket was a ridiculous amount of money as well as your home and in order to afford food and such you needed to acquire a job. The only one you
Scotland x Shy reader - Playing gamesYour eyes went wide, body freezing where it was. ‘They have to be kidding me!’Scotland x Shy reader - Playing games2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
_____ was reasonably new to the school and usually hung out with Arthur Kirkland, Mathew Williams and Alfred Jones. For someone so new and quiet she was very popular, just not in the way you would expect. Everyone loved the kind, cheerful girl and would often go to chat with her, or sit with her when they had nowhere to go or felt a bit lonely, knowing that she was warm and welcoming.
But that didn’t make her any less shy than she was. In fact the first time she met Arthur, the class grades student council rep she didn’t say a word for the first two hours!
This brings us back to now.
“Students you will be paired up with a senior for the next week for your assignment, you are to learn about them and join with them in their weekly activities starting today. Both the seniors and you will be giving in a report at the beginning of next week so I expect you to do your best and work co
Scotland x Reader: Ya bet?Scotland x Reader: Ya bet?2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Scotland x Reader: Ya bet?
"Nah, lass. Ya can't."
"I bet I can."
"Ya bet? Better keep out of this."
"No, Alistair. I bet I can drink more than you."
"Ah told ya, ya can't."
England, America and the other countries inside the most favoured bar in town watched the little discussion going on.
"And I'm telling you I can. You'll see."
"Love..." England went towards the young woman with (h/s) (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes that were sparkling with determination and slight anger.
"Keep out of this, Arthur. This is something between me and Alistair."
"_______, lass. Ya should listen to mah brother."
"No, Alistair. I will prove it to you."
Alistair sighed and lit a cigarette. "Forget it lass."
"Frau, you sure of zhis" Gilbert put an arm around her, his face very close to hers. "Zhat Scottie even drank zhe awesome me, my bruder and zhe Russian under zhe table."
Neither ______ nor Gilbert nor anyone else except Arthur noticed how Alistair twitched at the closeness of Gilbert to the young woman standin
ScotlandXReader - Life is a Song C1ScotlandXReader - Life is a Song C12 years ago in Romance More Like This
Over You – Daughtry
The door slowly opened to the small apartment and was shut just as slowly. When the door clicked shut, a lamp was turned on and an arm chair swiveled around. The man that just walked in froze and slowly turned around. His green eyes met angry (e/c) ones as you stared down your boyfriend. He was late again and this had been going on for weeks now, since you moved in with him.
"(Name)?" asked the man with a thick British accent. "What are you doing still up?"
"I could ask you the same thing." You replied, your voice laced with venom.
Now that it's all said and done,
I can't believe you were the one
To build me up and tear me down,
Like an old abandoned house.
"Work ran late again, love." He told you and walked over to place a kiss on your lips. You turned your head to the side. "Honestly, love. We've been really busy lately."
"Do you think I'm stupid, Arthur?" You asked.
"Huh? What kind of question is that?"
"Just answer it, Kirkland."
"I don’t thin
The Incident (ScotlandXReader)Sitting on a bar stool, nursing the best scotch the pub had to offer, Allistor Kirkland didn’t have too much to complain about. He had a drink, a cigar, and all the time in the world. Not literally, of course (the paperwork had to be done at some point), but it was nice to pretend. Now all he needed was a fight.The Incident (ScotlandXReader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
One particularly drunken man was causing a ruckus across the bar, shouting for more drinks in a voice so slurred, words could barely be recognized. Allistor growled in annoyance, his grip tightening on the bottle in his hand, teeth grinding against the cigar perched on his lips. It looked like he had his target, and perfect timing, too.
The bartender noticed the look in his eye. “Oh no ye don’t, Allistor. Not tonight. Ye nearly destroyed the place last time,” the older man cautioned, but the red head couldn’t hear through the anger burning in the back of his skull.
“He deserved it, though,” Allistor growled, emerald eyes watching the lo
Nap Time Scotland X ReaderA/N This is Scotland x Reader and, as such, has some cursing and a little violence in it.Nap Time Scotland X Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Eejit! Move yer feet!” You yelled at the Scotsman, who sat on the couch, a cigar sitting between his fingers. He groaned and lifted his legs two inches from the ground. You sighed and pushed the vacuum beneath his feet, knocking them. You turned around, muttering to yourself.
“You’d never find London doing the housework. No, she’s too important, England does it all instead. Yet Scotland won’t even get up of his arse and do the dishes from time to time.”
“What was tha’ lass?” You jumped; you hadn’t noticed that Scotland had sneaked up behind you. Think fast, Edinburgh, think fast
“I was just muttering about what I need to do at the next Capital meeting.” Scotland stared into your (e/c) eyes, and you silently begged that he would buy it. He shrugged, letting it go, and walked through to the kitchen. His cigar sat
Scotland x Reader - The Sound of the HeartScotland x Reader - The Sound of the Heart1 year ago in Romance More Like This
“I know a girl
She puts the color inside of my world
But she's just like a maze
Where all of the walls all continually change
And I've done all I can
To stand on her steps with my heart in my hands
Now I'm starting to see
Maybe it's got nothing to do with me” – Daughters, John Mayer
Allistor felt lost.
Trying to understand her mind was like trying to capture the water of an ocean’s wave. On a moment, it would be there, filling his hands with more than he could ever believe he would be able to catch, soaking his fingers and surrounded him with an impossible amount of liquid. A wave that would encircle him with more than he’d ever be able to retain. Next, it would go back, leaving him alone, standing with his hands put together with the little amount he could preserve. However the barrier of his skin was never good enough to hold the salty seawater inside of it, so it would slip, drop by drop, away from him and back to the wet sand. It left him
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. &