EnglandXReader~ Englishmen are policemenEnglandXReader~ Englishmen are policemen
Well this was bloody fucking brilliant now wasn't it?!
You were only a little bit over the speed limit... only a little....10...15... 20 miles an hour over 45... that was only a little bit. Right?
Okay, it was only going to be a ticket... only a ticket. All you had to worry about was your boyfriend finding out about it...
Yes he might be a police officer but there's still a chance he wont find out about it if the officer walking up to your car now didn't recognize you as his girlfriend. You shrunk into your seat slightly as you listened to the footsteps on the pavement come closer and close... he was at the back of your car now.
You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt the police officer walk up to the window.
Oh God oh God... God dammit iiitttttt....
"May I please see your license and registration please love?"
Of course. OF FUCKING COURSE.
It had to be Arthur. Your boyfriend. The one you were going to t
Beach Day (EnglandXReader)“Come on Iggy, hurry up!” You urged your boyfriend, the representative of the United Kingdom, excitedly but impatiently. You practically bounced with the two emotions, waiting outside of the Brit’s bedroom door. You had finally managed to drag him into going to the beach with you, and you couldn’t wait to head off.Beach Day (EnglandXReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Yes, yes, I’m coming! Just give me a moment!” He called back, clearly trying not to sound annoyed. You sighed a bit at this, beginning to tap your foot quietly. How long did it take to put on a pair of shorts, anyway? Growing increasingly impatient, you released another sigh, finally giving too sharp knocks on the door to warn Arthur of your actions before barging into his room.
“B-bloody hell woman! What on earth do you think you’re doing?! I could have been getting dressed!” Arthur jumped, face going red with embarrassment, clearly startled by your intrusion. You simply rolled your eyes and shrugged good-naturedl
The drunkard plan (englandXreader)The drunkard plan (englandXreader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The drunkard’s plan (englandXreader)
“How did I got into this?” you asked yourself in the middle of a pub with-
“I am bloody Peter Pan! Come on Wendy Neverland needs us!” screamed your British friend-crush while standing on the barstool ready to what he thought was flying.
You really want to know how you got into this situation? That’s easy; Arthur invited you and some friends to celebrate your new promotion at your now 1 year dream job, but as expected he didn’t take his alcohol too well and tonight he thought he was Peter Pan, different from last time that he thought he was Winnie the Pooh…that ended in one honey sticky mess.
“Come on Arthur, you’re going to fall!” Oh yes, you were trying to get him not to jump from the barstool at the moment. “No Wendy, we have to go or Capitan Hook will hurt the lost children! And I’m Peter you silly girl” He told you with a really worried expression while trying to
Remaining Unexpressed Pirate!EnglandxReader He was a pirate captain, and a damn good one at that. He was meant to be callous and blood thirsty, according to the multiple stereotypes that were often given to men like him. He was meant to be a terror on the seas, however he was not meant to fall in love.Remaining Unexpressed Pirate!EnglandxReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
When he looked at you, looked at that smirk that curled up on your lips whenever you caught his gaze, he began to think that maybe you had intently planned for this all to happen in the way it did. You made him softer than he really should be considering his profession. You made him forget just how harsh he was supposed to be most of the time, and you tended to make him smile. Damn you.
Arthur took a deep breath, looking up into the pitch black sky, trying to clear his head. The skies were almost unnaturally clear tonight, a crescent moon just barely giving some hints of light to see by, and as the ship bobbed on the ocean's waves this particular pirate couldn't help but find himself again thinking about you.
Stay in Bed Mornings EnglandxReader He was late coming home, again. He had even texted you telling you he was about to leave over three hours ago, and then he had texted you back ten minutes later apologizing for the tardiness he knew was going to come. Arthur's boss had been doing this more and more frequently it seemed, you were beginning to let yourself think you never even got to see him for more than an hour at a time, and that alone could hurt even the closest of marriages.Stay in Bed Mornings EnglandxReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You sighed, shaking your head and letting some strands of your (h/c) hair fall in front of your face, resting your palms on the cool surface of the mattress. You had stayed up waiting for him every single night this week and it was taking a toll on you. Perhaps you would just lay down for a quick nap, shut your eyes for just a moment to regain just an hour of the sleep you had lost this previous week.
Slowly you lowered your body down, relishing the way the mattress seemed to hug your body close to it, enveloping you as the comforter
EnglandXReader-Split PersonalitiesEnglandXReaderEnglandXReader-Split Personalities2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
England ran as fast as he could down his stairs into his basement where you were. "_______!!!!"
Alright, so messing around in Arthur's magic basement was not a good idea. You coughed and waved the smoke away from your nose and looked around.
"Ugh... Arthur! I heard you come down here! Where are you...?"
You fumbled around for the Englishman. He could be such a pain sometimes...
"O-Over here..." You felt a hand reach out and grab the side of your jacket. By now the smoke had cleared out enough and you looked down.
There was only one... Tiny... Question...
Why the hell were there two different Arthurs on the basement floor.
One of them was looking up at you. Looking like he was about to burst out into tears. "_-____... T-that hurt...!"
"Eh...Arthur...?" You got down to your knees and faced him. "Are you alright...? And why are you wearing a pink sweater that looks like it should belong in Poland's closet?"
England's Caretaker (EnglandxReader)You were sitting around in your apartment one afternoon, bored out of your mind. There was absolutely nothing to do, not even any chores to keep you busy! You sighed to yourself as you plopped down on your couch, moving your (hair color) hair out of your face, trying to come up with something to do so you weren’t bored to death. After some thought, you decided to call your old friend Arthur, or otherwise known as the country of England, to see if you could go over to his house for a visit. The both of you had been friends for a little over a year, and you’d developed a small crush on the British gentleman. You sighed for the millionth time and picked up your phone to dial Arthur’s number. Hopefully he didn’t have anything planned today, or you would have nothing to do.England's Caretaker (EnglandxReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“H-Hello?” A raspy version of Arthur’s voice answered on the other end.
“Hey it’s me, (Your Name). Are you alright? You sound really sick…” you asked wor
The drunkard plan II (englandXreader)The drunkard plan II (englandXreader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The drunkard’s plan II (englandXreader)
“Peter Kirkland! How many times have I told you to put those boxes in your room!?” You screamed to your 6 year old son that was a little occupied playing in his new room, you and your family were moving in to a new house at Sussex all because your husband Arthur convinced you that raising a family at the city was bad for their and your health, you were expecting a new baby.
“But mum! Godzilla is invading my lego city! I have to make Superman save the day!” Oh for the love of…Kiku and Alfred are going to pay for giving him that dinosaur and Superman toy to him. “Come here, you can help Superman later when you have taken the boxes to your room!” they really were going to pay…maybe some scones from Arthie would suffice. “Ok” answered little Peter grumbling and effectively doing what you asked him to.
Then you took a box to help your little one and- “Wait a second (name)! You are
[England x Reader] You Know You're A Whovian WhenThis Saturday started as any other Saturday would. You woke up, got dressed, and spent the day with the ever-lovable tsundere, Arthur Kirkland, who also happened to be your ever-lovable (tsundere) boyfriend. The two of you had bonded over a mutual hatred of Francis Bonnefoy, from whom Arthur had 'saved' you from one day. Ever since then, the two of you would hang out frequently. You discovered that the two of you not only shared a hatred for the flirtatious Francis, but also a passion for Doctor Who. OK, you maybe a little more than Arthur. Or a lot.[England x Reader] You Know You're A Whovian When2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Here you were now, cuddled up next to your British gentleman on the sofa, watching the latest episode of Doctor Who. The two of you were silent throughout the whole episode, considering it was a season finale. Finally, the episode draws to a close, leaving the both of you just staring at the screen for a bit.
"Well, that just happend," you say, finally breaking the silence. Arthur still seems lost in thought, piecing together the events of
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
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
EnglandXReader - Split Personalities PART 2Its been about two weeks since you had the misfortune of messing up big time. You screwed around with England's magic stuff and split England up into two different personalities, now named Arthur and Artie. Artie being the sweet and sensitive one, while Arthur was the modern pirate.EnglandXReader - Split Personalities PART 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You had been downstairs in England's basement for the past few hours scavenging through his books for something that looked like a reverse spell for what you did.
Artie and Arthur weren't much help at all either. If they did anything, they only distracted you... But you couldn't get mad at either if them...
You didn't know why either. Usually behaviors like theirs would annoy the hell out of you, whether it being completely clingy Artie, or the snobby asshole Arthur... You just kept seeing the real England...
You sighed and threw the spellbook you were currently reading across the basement floor. You couldn't do this! You had know idea what half of these books meant! The spells were confusing.
England x Reader - Hearts Bound Together (oneshot)England x Reader - Hearts Bound Together (oneshot)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Aaaah, man… what a pain…” you complained, quite annoyed.
It was a cold and rainy afternoon typical of winter. It had been raining for almost a week without a break, and you were getting bored out of your mind. Sure, you loved those kinds of days, but this was way too much – you’d like to go out a little, walk in the park and go shopping. You’d like to have a picnic along your husband and enjoy the sun, while holding hands with him.
At this thought you smiled and laid down on the sofa, closing your eyes. It had been almost one year since you and Arthur married, and the two of you were living a lovely life. Well, of course you’d still argue sometimes, but most of the time you spent together was like a dream, which was actually really happening.
You suddenly shivered, wishing he’d be there, laying by your said and involving you with his warm and protecting arms, while looking at you with those beautiful and intense green eyes. But u
EnglandxReader ~ Harry Potter Pick-Up Lines...EnglandxReader ~ Harry Potter Pick-Up Lines...2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Arthur watched as you scribbled notes onto your yellow sheet of paper. He sighed dreamily as his eyes trailed down your long locks of (h/c) hair that hid your gorgeous face. Your right leg was crossed over your left one, completely unaware of the Brit who was admiring you from the back of the classroom.
Your teacher's words were just a bunch of blah blah blah's to his ears, because all of his attention right now was focused on you. Arthur has had the biggest crush on you since 4th grade, although you never seemed to have noticed. You guys weren't close friends but you weren't strangers to one another either. You'd occasionally greet him in the morning before class and he'd always greet you back, happy that his crush knows of his existence.
As the young blond quickly realized that he had been staring at your form instead of focusing on the class that was currently going on, he shook the daydreams away from his head and brought his attention back to his own blank sheet of paper. H
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
Forgot My Birthday- EnglandxReader.:England:.Forgot My Birthday- EnglandxReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I feel like I'm forgetting something, poppet..." England murmured from the crook of your neck as he hugged the blushing you from behind. He sighed, tickling the nerves on your skin and you blushed even more.
"How could I even begin to remember anything when you keep on distracting me, hm, England?" you murmured back to him, pouting cutely at his reflection. Currently, you were trying to prepare yourself for the day in the bathroom, but England wouldn't even leave you alone for a second.
"Well, can you just try to remember for me, love?" he nudged you, caressing your backside before letting you go. You watched from the reflection of the bathroom mirror as he made his way over to a calendar hanging in the room, hopping over the Unicorn lying on the tiled floor in the process.
You hummed as you brushed your teeth. England hummed back, contemplating the dates, before calling out to you again, "Love, today is the 23rd of April, is it not
Enough, You Bloody Idiot! (England x Reader) Lounging around in your dorm room, you were rereading your favorite manga when someone knocked on the door. “Coming!” you called cheerfully. Putting on your sneakers, you yawned as you walked over to the door and opened it.Enough, You Bloody Idiot! (England x Reader)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Arthur! ...what a surprise.” You immediately felt glomy. You and Arthur starting despising each other the minute you stepped into the classroom four months ago as a mere transfer student.
“Yes, I thought so too.” He spoke formally, his British accent active. His emerald green eyes scanned your face for a reaction.
“So, tell me,” you demanded. “What do you want?” Your face expressed a sign of menance as you waited for a reply.
“I want you to help me with something,” he answered dutifully. “You know those rumors flying around?”
You groaned in
Here's Hope (EnglandxReader)Here's Hope (EnglandxReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You and England had just finished grocery shopping. Both of you carried loads of brown paper bags in your arms, heading to the car. On your way, you spotted an old Englishman scolding a little boy. “You git! How in the bloody hell will we pay for the house with only this much money?! I gave you a job to hand out newspapers and you come back with only a few of them sold!” he shouted, holding the boy up by his jacket collar. You sadly stared, feeling bad for the child. Kids his age should be enjoying life, not being forced into labor. Arthur was also sad and quite angry at the man, but he tugged on your arm and shifted the bags in his hands. “___, we should go. It’s best we don’t interfere” he mumbled, sighing. You turned, giving him the “one minute” look.
Everywhere, everybody needs a neighbor
Showing up when times get hard
But there's friends of sons and daughters
Saying grace without supper in your backyard
Lullaby For A Stormy Night EnglandxReaderYou awaken to soft crying coming from the other room. You nuzzle Arthur's neck, trying to wake him up. "Artie..." you whisper. "Mattie's crying again..."Lullaby For A Stormy Night EnglandxReader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Arthur groans and flips the pillow over his head. "But I got it last time..."
Another loud thunderclap rattles the walls and rain pounds fiercely against the windows. Another voice joins the chorus of wailing, this one much louder.
Sighing, you roll out of bed to check on your boys. Your feet hit the cold floor, making you instantly wish you could just stay in bed. Alas, even if you did, you wouldn't be able to sleep with the terrified whimpers of your sons. You tiredly make your way over to the wooden cradle where they slept, swaddled in blankets. Mattie is still wrapped in his, crying very softly.
Alfred, on the other hand, has kicked his blanket away, which now rests in a crumpled heap beside him. He flails and thrashes about wildly, crying profusely.
You shake your head, an amused smile playing on your lips. "For twins, you certai
EnglandxReader - Accidental ConfessionsEnglandxReader - Accidental Confessions1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Alfred looks at his reflection in the mirror, frowning. At least, it looks like Alfred. The thing is, Alfred isnt who he seems to be. In fact, the words that next leave his mouth are proof of that.
Oh, bloody hell he mutters, running a hand through his sandy blonde hair.
Yep. Its Arthur. In Alfreds body.
Stupid spell! I thought it would work! Alfred or, rather, Arthur says. The situation seems quite comical, as Alfreds voice also came with his body, so, of course, it sounds like Alfred trying to do a British accent.
A few minutes ago, Arthur was trying to do a spell to curse Alfred after well, details shall not be mentioned about the reason of the curse, only that Alfreds pranks have all become too much for his brother
The only problem was that the spell backfired a little. Okay, a lot. Now, Arthur is staring into the Americans blue eyes instead of his own. Well, maybe he could say they&
England X Reader: The Attic England X Reader: The AtticEngland X Reader: The Attic 2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Huh? What are you doing here?” You glanced up from the stoop you were standing on.
“Um, you asked me to come over today. Remember?” Arthur slapped a hand over his face. “Ah,
yes. That’s right. I forgot what day it was,” he replied as he looked away in embarrassment. You blinked at him, noticing how red his face was becoming with each passing second.
“You feeling okay Artie?” you asked teasingly, loving the fact that you could make him flustered so easily. A scowl immediately replaced his blush as he folded his arms in irritation. “Come in, come in,” he grumbled, stepping aside to let you enter. The scent of Earl Grey and spice filled your nose as you crossed the threshold of the Englishman’s home, a smile creeping onto your lips. “I’m afraid that there’s quite a lot of antiques and other memorabilia clogging the attic, you see,” Arthur stated as he turned to face
England x Reader- Nice Guys Finish LastEngland x Reader- Nice Guys Finish Last2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Come on, Arthur, it's just one simple, miniscule little question. How bad could this possibly turn out?
The blond Englishman kept his determined gaze locked on the old black telephone that he had set out on the wooden table that was in front of him, wringing his hands together to the point where they had gotten a tad raw and uncomfortable. It had surprised him as to how nervous he was acting about the whole situation, and he did have to admit he was being a bit childish. How hard was it to say six simple words to a girl he had known for a good part of his life? Will you go out with me? That was all he had to say, and he thought it easy enough at first. But each time his trembling hand reached out for the phone, he started to think about the possible chance that she could say no and turn him down. But then the vision of her beautiful, toothy smile and brilliant (e/c) hues that seemed to hold a thousand questions still left to be unanswered wafted into his mind, and he
A Delayed Start Pirate!EnglandxReader You were asleep, your dreams filled with not much of anything, as they normally were. You lay on your side, one of your arms stretched out on the mattress space beside you as if something, or rather someone, was meant to be under it. This someone, however, was already up and out of bed, getting ready for the long day ahead. His calloused fingers made their way up the line of buttons on his usual white shirt, buttoning each and every one in a quick succession.A Delayed Start Pirate!EnglandxReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Arthur's scruffy blonde hair still sat unbrushed on the top of his head, not that brushing the tangled mess would help to tame the locks whatsoever. His usually bright emerald eyes were dulled by the little amount of time he had actually been awake this morning, but his hands still managing to move swiftly. Years of tying precise knots had managed to train Captain Arthur Kirkland's fingers to move quickly and precisely no matter what the time or place.
As Arthur got dressed, he continued t
You Need A Haircut (EnglandxReader)Today was the day you and some of your closest friends got together and decided to hang out at the mall. You were having such a great time but one by one people began to leave the group in order to carry on with their day. Eventually all that was left was you, Alfred, (best friend), and Arthur. The four of you were hanging out at the food court. You were sitting across from Arthur while (best friend) and Alfred grabbed your food. You caught yourself staring at your British friend as he read a text on his phone. You scolded yourself for staring too long and looked away.You Need A Haircut (EnglandxReader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Hey (name), you never answered my question.” (best friend) said rather loudly as she placed a tray holding all of your drinks on the table, 3 drinks from McDonalds and one from Dunkin’ Donuts which contained Arthur’s tea, it was the only thing that he was okay with drinking. You glared at her with a warning look, saying, well more like screaming, ‘Shut up or you’re dead,’
Pirate!EnglandxReader- My Fair Maiden- OneshotPirate!EnglandxReader- My Fair Maiden- Oneshot2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pirate!EnglandxReader- My Fair Maiden- Oneshot
Damn her! That seductive temptress! How did she manage to convince me to let her on my ship??
Captain Arthur leaned his elbows on the railing of the deck of his ship, and sighed. He lifted his head up to the night sky, looking up at the magnificent stars everywhere. Raindrops splattered his face, but he didn't let it bother him from his thoughts. He remembered how earlier that day he saw a woman on the docks who was looking for her long lost brother. The woman had the most amazing eyes, and her smile was radiant. She was the very definition of beauty, and when she turned her head over to him and heard that he was the captain of a ship, she "convinced" him to let her on. Arthur cleared his throat and blushed slightly at the actions she did the other day.
What was she thinking? She's lucky that I am not some pervert trying to take advantage of her. A woman should not be in the midst of pirates, and especially not ou