England x Reader ~Wishful Thinking~~Wishful Thinking~
“Arthur, what did you wish for?”
________________ was leaning her upper body over the edge of the old wishing well, her short legs dangling in the air as she watched the ripples spread out on the water’s surface.
“That’s a secret, ________________,” he said.
Arthur rolled his eyes. “You know the saying: if you tell someone your wish, it won’t come true.”
_______________ shook her head. “No, I don’t think you need to keep it a secret to make it come true. Maybe I can help you.”
“Alright, why don’t you tell me what you wished for?” he asked.
“That’s a secret, Arthur,” ________________ replied.
Arthur cracked a smile. “How predictable.”
“It’s only because you can’t help me with my wish so I’m not going to tell you!”
“Fine, fine!” Arthur quickly said holding up his hands
England X Reader If You BelieveEngland X ReaderEngland X Reader If You Believe2 years ago in Romance More Like This
If you believe
The nice cool air settled with a drizzle that patted the backs of all who paddled down the street, almost as if ushering them onwards towards their destination. So far, Channel 62 was keeping their prediction on "Weather on a need to know basis". Although the rain wasn't "Pouring down in buckets," per say more like falling through a tightly weaved strainer suspended above the sky.
The rain's puddles splashed at your feet with each step you took, thoroughly wetting your socks so that each step was taken with an accompanied squish.
Well, these socks were absolutely ruined.
But after all, rain was to London as green was to grass. Whatever the saying was.
You gave a small huff as you decided to duck into the next open shop. This rain really wasn't helping you, at all.
Your sneakers padded as you flew down the street , searching for an "Open" Sign. Why was it that every sign that lit
Pirate!England x Reader ~Against All Odds~~Against All Odds~Pirate!England x Reader ~Against All Odds~2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The gulls were cawing and flying lazy circles overhead. Unfortunately, the poor excuse for a sail was too small to provide any shelter against any droppings that might have fallen onto your head. The lack of shade wasn’t an improvement, either.
“Blasted birds,” you angrily grumbled and craned your head past the small mast to see how your sailing companion was doing.
As I thought, you frowned and threw him a disapproving look. He was suffering from apparent heat stroke, and that nasty gash he got earlier wasn’t making the situation any better. No matter how long you stood there and ran your mouth, nothing would get done. The task would have to fall on you to get the two of your where you were going.
“Fancy meeting a pirate who doesn’t know anything about self-preservation,” you snorted and began to tear a piece of cloth off of your skirt. You then leaned over the sides of the tiny boat and dipped the cloth into the oc
EnglandxReader Independence DayHeavy grey clouds hung low in the sky, rain threatening to fall any minute. The streets were fairly empty at this time of morning, only the occasional left-over drunk breaking the silence.EnglandxReader Independence Day2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Arthur walked, his dull green eyes framed by lank hair, his footfalls echoing between buildings. It was that day. He pushed away the memories threatening to flood forth and sighed heavily, needing to relieve some of the oppressive weight that had settled on his chest. It didn’t work.
Pink and orange rays of sunlight began to slip into the sky as dawn came, pushing into the grey mass of clouds. Arthur glanced up, but soon looked away. He had left Arthur. Just gone. Arthur wanted to be angry at America, wanted to rage at Alfred until he felt better, but he knew he would still feel this… emptiness, this hurt. Because I miss him.
Alfred would be celebrating today. Arthur felt bitterness creep up his throat. Again he fought to suppress the memories of the day Alfred ha
All I Need - England x Reader - CommisionAll I Need - England x Reader - Commision2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Aȴȴ I Nɛɛd – England x Reader
An irritated sigh slithered past his lips as he raked his fingers through his unruly hair. Tapping his pencil on the wooden surface of his desk, he grumbled at the slow screen impatiently. A pile of neglected paperwork rested on the side of his desk, but Arthur was too tired to even think of doing it. The Brit rubbed the side of his sore neck, aching from hours of hunching over his small desk.
A set of warm fingers slipped around his cold wrist, pulling him up and forcing him to get out of his stiff chair. Arthur growled slightly, looking down at a mischievous face.
“Hello, Arthur,” you sang, smiling impishly as you pulled him closer. “Weather’s nice today, isn’t it?”
He groaned, blowing a piece of hair out of his face. “Not that I would know,” he said. “I’m been stuck inside all day, and it’s already almost eleven.”
You cocked your ear towards him, putting an
England X Reader - Pure HappinessEngland X Reader - Pure Happiness2 years ago in Romance More Like This
(Just so you know, you and Iggy are both ten years old)
You hated school. No, you didn’t hate this place because of the difficult work and the long, headache worthy hours. You hated it because you were alone.
You were that kid that sits in the back of the class by yourself. You were that kid that never had a buddy when the teacher told everyone to ‘pair up’. You were that kid that other kids would trip up in the school corridor and laugh at your tear stained face.The only part of the day that you could actually stand was lunchtime.
The high pitch ringing of the lunch time bell sent a jolt of energy up your spine as you reached for your belongings.
You never bothered about eating with the other children; their loud whispering and sniggers floated around you and hit you like little knifes from all directions. You pretended not to hear, but those sharp insults always made you cringe.
You flung your bag up over your shoulder and swiftly exited the classroom. Lunch t
Presents, Cake, and Stress -England X Reader-Presents, Cake, and Stress -England X Reader-2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Your brilliant (e/c) hues looked down at the present you had purchased earlier today. It was a rather nice sampling set of loose tealeaves; every type of course came in their own neatly labeled little tin. The tins were packages nicely together in a little wooden chest for both decoration and convenience. It just so happened that Arthur, one of your closest and dearest friends had a birthday coming up in a little over a week’s time.
Certainly, the British gentleman would have loved such a nice present. He was often obsessed with tea, constantly drinking the stuff. However, despite the fact, you picked out the tea’s selection yourself and even though there were over 30 different types of tea stored in the assorted set, the present somehow felt wrong. Maybe it was because the present didn’t take much thought before hand. Then again, this off putting feeling could have easily been caused by the fact you had fallen for your lifelong pal.
You had been trying to find a way
England x Reader ~Minimalism at its Best~~Minimalism at its Best~England x Reader ~Minimalism at its Best~3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Two black circles on a white canvas. That's all they were, and that's all they were meant to be. Nothing more, nothing less.
"Well?" you said standing up and marveling at the avant garde abstract masterpiece that was yours. "What do you think?"
Your boyfriend, Arthur, snaked his hands around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder.
"I think it looks lovely, ____________," he said with a soft smile.
Unconvinced, you rolled your eyes. "Arthur, please, your judgement on art is as bad as your inability to tell the difference between your petrified couch stuffing of a scone to Francis' exquisite banana passionfruit soufflé."
"But I'm just as good as that frog when it comes to knowing the difference between two circles on a canvas and two lovely circles on a beautiful, talented lady," your English boyfriend purred.
You blinked, unmoved. "What? My eyes?"
Arthur frowned. "That wasn't really what I was going for, but sure."
"Good enough for me," you smiled and g
Happy Birthday! [England x Reader] Drabble!Happy Birthday! [England x Reader] Drabble!2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Today was your favorite Englishman's birthday, and you were desperate to make it a memorable one. After all, he did deserve it. You remembered back when you were lost in a dark alley with a bunch of creepers who would have done who knows what with you if he didn't step in and save you.
So you decided that today, you would pay him back.
You never really got to talk to England much, with him being a country and all, so you didn't know what he exactly liked. So, you decided that maybe some of his friends would know.
After asking as many countries as you could reach, most of your answers varied dramatically. America had suggested a hamburger, Italy thought pasta was a wonderful idea, Germany a book, Japan something homemade and from the heart, Russia some vodka, and Prussia something awesome. When you asked Prussia to specify on his answer, he just announced that he had some "awesome" stuff to attend to and dashed off.
EnglandxReader - Half a Cup of MagicEnglandxReader - Half a Cup of Magic2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
BEEP BEEP BEEP
Entering your house after coming home from work, you hear the sound of the fire alarm. You sigh and walk through to the kitchen again, snatching up the towel you keep by the doorway, which you use on a regular basis now, but not for drying spills. No need to panic that the fire alarm is going off, because youve seen a familiar car parked outside.
No, this towel is to fan the smoke away from the fire alarm and out of the kitchen window whenever your boyfriend, Arthur, is cooking. Usually, he doesnt burn things, and you never thought his cooking could get worse, but, unfortunately, you have been proven wrong by both him and the horrible cloud of smoke making you cough at this moment in time.
You exchanged keys a while ago, so youre not surprised to find him inside once youd seen the car. He tries to be sweet, attempting to cook for you, but, unfortunately, his cooking isnt a good thing.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
Lonely: Police!ArthurXReader"Just come home safely, okay?"Lonely: Police!ArthurXReader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
______ asked. I looked towards my lovely wife of two years, and cracked a smile.
"I promise, love. I'll come home, safe and sound, just like I always do."
Before I turned to leave out the front door, I gave ______ a deep, and passionate kiss. And she gladly returned the favor. After a while, I grabbed my cap, and took my leave. I got into my car and drove to the office.
"-and then, this dude came up to me with a gun, only it was a fake gun, but I didn't know so I brought my gun out, scaring him to death! I mean, literally, he began shaking and crying and begging me not to shoot him. So I-"
"Alfred, can you please shut up!"
I sighed, rubbing my temple from the sheer headache pounding in my head. We were in the patrol car, on the side of the road, awaiting father instructions.
"But I'm not done with my sto-"
"6624. Come in 6624."
The radio blared. I picked up the radio before Alfred could lift his hand.
"This is 6624. What's going on?"
"We have a
Scotland x Reader ~The Caged Bird's Song~~The Caged Bird’s Song~Scotland x Reader ~The Caged Bird's Song~2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The breath of a haunting melody drifted towards the traveler’s ears. It far surpassed any song he had ever heard: it was so full of longing, so full of life.
Where is that coming from? he wondered as his feet seemed to carry him towards the music. The more he traversed through the wilderness, the louder the song grew until he could clearly make out the voice of a girl singing past the thick trees.
It’s not too far now…
What lay beyond the trees was unlike anything the traveler had ever seen: a cage wound of steel bars molded into intricately curved designs complete with lush greenery, a dainty little bed, and in the center of it all, sitting on a tall branch in a tree like a tame bird, was a girl.
Unlike her song, this girl was plain. She did not have the fanciful garments that matched her voice. No. She had nothing but dull brown silken fabric blowing softly in the spring breeze, and her hair did the same.
For a while, all
Missed Chances|EnglandxReaderMissed Chances|EnglandxReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Arthur Kirkland sighed as he watched the beautiful girl before him.
Her (h/c) locks sashayed as she walked, and beautiful (e/c) pools could light up any room. Her smile was brilliant, and it made the British boy's heart flutter.
"Arthur?" the teacher called. Arthur was snapped back to reality as the teacher called him. "Y-yes, ma'am?" he stuttered.
"What is the name of the eldest son of Queen Victoria and Prince Albert?" she inquired. Arthur straightened up.
"King Edward the Seventh, ma'am." he answered in a click. She nodded an proceeded to read from the book, believing he was actually paying attention.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw (y/n) staring at him with a small smile. He smiled sheepishly, blushed, and buried his face in his hands in embarrassment.
He was luckily saved by the bell, and he grabbed his books and rushed out the door. In his mad dash for the exit, he toppled over a chair leg and tripped.
"Bloody hell," he cursed, dusting himself off and bends to picks up his b
EnglandxReader-Caught Off GuardEnglandxReader-Caught Off Guard2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Caught Off Guard
The young woman looked over her shoulder and sighed it was 10pm and her late night shift stretched in front of her like a never ending slinky. She sighed again and spun around on her chair, she stopped looked round to make sure no one was watching before she straddled her chair and used her legs to propel herself down the corridor making plane noises as she went. She giggled and the she pretended to row a boat while talking to invisible passersby as she propelled herself back the way she came towards her desk.
¬¬______ squinted at the cameras on her desk, there was dodgy looking gentleman at the museum’s entrance but he tottered off singing drunkenly to himself and the night-guard sighed and spun around in her chair again.
It wasn’t everyday that you came across a 20 year old night-guard in a small museum that lurked in the country’s capital: London. ______ had for some inexplicable reason always wanted to be a night-guard. She
Tired EnglandxReader He was tired. He was tired of pain, suffering, heartbreak, hate. He was tired of the simple human instinct to wage war, and he was tired of war itself.Tired EnglandxReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
He fumbled with his keys, taking them out of his pocket and finally managing to slide them into the lock of his door, trying not to let the fatigue of the day show on his face. He tried to push it all aside. Push aside that annoying American’s words, the perverted Frenchman’s advances and actions, and he tried to completely forget about the official documents he had been forced to bring home that currently resided in his briefcase.
A tired sigh left Arthur Kirkland’s lips as he pushed open the door to his flat. Immediately, he let his briefcase drop so his fingers, calloused from over the years, could press into his temples, rubbing small circles into the skin in an attempt to soothe the headache he feared was approaching. He tried to be gentle in his shutting of his front door, not really wanting any loud
England x Reader - Don't wake me upEngland x Reader - Don't wake me up2 years ago in Romance More Like This
If this love only exists in my dreams
Don’t wake me up "
She looked to her fingertips, arms stretching towards the light. It was always like smoke surrounding them, blurring the shape, making it similar to stew, leaving only the sensation of what it should be behind. In this world of dreams, [f/n] always felt like there wasn’t a way to leave an impression in. [f/n] knew she’d somehow fade in the air if she tried. That was always the way the girl knew it was a dream.
It was too much alike real life.
Dreams are frightening little things, aren’t they?
The clarity almost blinded her when she tried to see past her hands.
"Too much light in this window"
There were two couches, a coffee table, and a tea set over it all put in a spacious room, somehow cramped with too much furniture, all in different styles, as if the owner couldn’t make his mind about what he wanted. A jar of jam was open, and the smell of fresh strawberrie
Dream Shadow! (EnglandxReader)Dream Shadow!EnglandxReaderDream Shadow! (EnglandxReader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You shifted in you seat, eyes fixed one the the white screen of your computer. Rubbing your eyes with your palm, you sighed. Writing was hard sometimes. All these words and ideas in your head and no conceivable way to arrange them.thing down. It was a mental barrage most of the time, screaming for you to write every A sound behind you made you jump, then turn, a question in your eyes.
He was watching you again, green eyes steady. The sparkling quality of his iris's gave no indication of their ability to suddenly turn pitch black, completely stuffing out all emotion. His hair, shaggy and blonde, swayed and rippled slightly, as if he was immersed in water.
Arthur (as you had chosen to call him) wasn't human. Far from it. According to him, he was the shadow of a dream, pulled out of his realm for a single reason. A reason he had yet to tell you.
You had woken up, three weeks ago with him, sittin
EnglandxReader: Another Try? My head went blank and everything in my vision swam. It was if I was slowly losing feeling starting from my fingers and my breathing was rapidly increasing. No. No, I can’t stand to go through this again. I gently set the plastic on the white porcelain of the sink and rested my head in my hands. I swallowed and tried to breathe evenly. I just had to wait until Arthur got home and then I would talk it over with him.EnglandxReader: Another Try?2 years ago in Romance More Like This
I stood up, trying not to think about all the sad, negative thoughts running through my head. I swept the plastic into the trash can and walked out of the bathroom. I ignored the stinging in my eyes and walked into the kitchen. I cleaned up a bit, washing dishes and such. I dusted and vacuumed the living room and cleaned most of the house while I waited. When I finished I grabbed a book I’d been reading and sat down on the sofa.
I opened up to a random page and tried to start reading. I hardly noticed the tears falling silently out
Stand In the Rain (EnglandXReader)You sprinted through the deserted streets, the ominous clouds promising rain matching your dark, unpredictable mood. Your sneakers pounded the pavement, the sound and the sensation overpowering any other thoughts that could cloud your mind. You felt like nothing could catch you, but as the saying goes, you can’t run away from your problems.Stand In the Rain (EnglandXReader)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You paused in the middle of the road, panting heavily, hands on your knees. The first few drops of rain tainted the even tone of the asphalt, and slowly the memories came back to you, each one adding new weight to your soul.
Practically tearing into your jean pocket, you unwound your iPod and jammed the earbuds in, randomly selecting a song without really looking at the title. You just wanted to forget, to get away, anything. But the first hauntingly beautiful notes did anything but that. The rain fell faster.
She never slows down.
You never did. With everything that had happened, slowing down simply wasn’t an option anymore.
England x Reader- Weeping AngelsA/N: I don't know....I really don't knowEngland x Reader- Weeping Angels2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I was walking through my local park to get some fresh air. It was slightly chilly as the wind went through my (h/l) (h/c) hair. Since it was still cold outside I had decided to wear my favorite (f/c) coat over my (f/c) tank top and jeans, it complimented my (f/c) (flats/sneakers/heels/flip flops) rather nicely. As I was walking I saw the new angel statue that had been placed in this park not too long ago, and in front of the statue was Arthur Kirkland. It seems he was just staring at it. Of course I knew what this was about.
Arthur is a huge Doctor Who fan, he would invite me over to watch it with him. But that wasn’t a problem for me at all, plus I found it better because I tried to call him once when I didn’t know the show was on.
I was sitting in my room doodling, but soon grew bored of that. So I picked up my phone to call and see if Arthur wanted to hang out. So I quickly but calmly dialed his number and list
England x Reader : Your NumberEngland x Reader : Your NumberEngland x Reader : Your Number2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Arthur groans in irritation at the sound of his ‘friends’ mocking him, taunting him at the fact that he was too much of a pussy to ask the girl of his dreams for her number.
“C’mon, you wimp!” Alfred said, smacking the Brit on his back a bit too hard, “Just go over to the babe, and be like, ‘Aye, girl, gimme them digits of yours’ and she’ll fall head over heels for you! She’ll give you her number in a heartbeat!” He said, gesturing towards (Name).
Arthur looked at him with a face that said that he’s an idiot. Scratch that, an utter dumbass. “I highly doubt that would work on any girl with the right mind.” He scoffed, turning away from the idiot American.
Francis laughed at his friend, “Oh, you have to passionate side you at all, huh? It’s simple, honestly! Just go up to her and simply ask for her number!”
“I-it’s not that simple!” Arthur
Iceland x Reader ~Starbound~Iceland x Reader ~Starbound~2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Emil was waiting at the same spot you had first met him. Unlike before, you had come far into the night. It had taken some work, but with the help of the starlight and moon overhead, you were able to find his location without the use of a flashlight.
“You’re still here,” you breathed in relief. “I was afraid you might have disappeared.”
Emil made a face. “I’m not a ghost, you know,” he said, but it was almost impossible to believe such a statement when he had strange white hair and unusually pale lavender eyes.
You laughed. “Yeah, but I get the feeling that you’re more than what you appear to be—you know, with you being a star-seer and all.”
“No, I’m pretty normal.”
“I guess.” You dug your heels into the dirt. “Hey, do you mind going on a walk with me?”
In the soft white light, you could see a befuddled expression toying on Emil’s pale face. “Where t
I AM LOCKED - EnglandxReaderGiven the circumstances, being woken up by the sounds of an electric guitar -maybe, you weren't terribly knowledgeable with these things- violins, and a piano, all playing together in a not unpleasant, but not exactly pleasant melody was a bit of a shock.I AM LOCKED - EnglandxReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The circumstances, of course, being that the only logical explanation for this noise was your dear friend, Arthur Kirkland, had woken up. Not too surprising on its own, except for the fact that anything louder than a whisper should be murder to Arthur's head right now.
Arthur had once again overdone it with drinking, and you had taken it upon yourself to bring him home. It was foolish, really, and a bit creepy, but you'd talked yourself into it with shallow reasoning. Your house is much closer. He lives alone; what if something happens to him and no one's there to help? He'll appreciate the gesture. Maybe he'll...
You tried to not let your thoughts wander there.
The noise didn't last long, about long enough for him to have foun
England x Reader ~Brown Sugar~~Brown Sugar~England x Reader ~Brown Sugar~2 years ago in Romance More Like This
As if the burning cinders in the snug, distant hearth were speaking with their neighbor ashes, the flames kick and cough up crinkled slivers. The air—heavy with the slick salty hint of butter, almonds, and caramelizing sugar—brings back fond memories of days long past and gone…but not forgotten.
Off in the distance, you can hear the families singing in the living area, a collection of muscles pulling at the edge of your lips in an upward crescent. Little instances like these remind you that you are alive and living here in the present. Miniscule moments that would otherwise pass can be caught by the eye before it can blink the seconds away.
In the sanctuary of sounds that is the kitchen, the sweet crystals burn into fumes, blackening along the seams and glittering in hopeful crystals. The once twinkling grains of fine, sweet maple-colored sand have melted into a slur of unrecognizable intangibility. Offering no shape in their forging form, you patiently
Hide and Seek and Confessions|EnglandxReaderHide and Seek and Confessions|EnglandxReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Request for DatteBiyo
"Why is it so hot here?!" you complained for the umpteenth time. Flopping on the couch, you stared up at the ceiling fan, hoping to get some cool air.
"I don't know, love." Arthur said in a monotone, getting used to your repeated complaints.
"UGH!" you cried out, burying yourself under the couch pillows. It was unusually hot in your area, and you and the Brit were at his house, trying to keep cooled.
"I'm bored, hot, and BORED!" you said in a frustrated tone. "Well, if you're bored, we could do something, how about that?" Arthur said.
My goodness, the heat really did get on your nerves.
Arthur stood straight on the dining chair he was sitting on. "Hide and seek?" he said, wiggling his thick eyebrows. You groaned, rolled your eyes, and buried your face in the pillow.
After ten seconds, you lifted your head and rubbed your eyes. "Artie, hide and seek is for chil-"
You were lecturing an empty chair. "It's for immature fucking children like