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
EnglandXReader-Split PersonalitiesEnglandXReaderEnglandXReader-Split Personalities3 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?"
The drunkard plan (englandXreader)The drunkard plan (englandXreader)3 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
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 EnglandxReader3 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
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!EnglandxReader3 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.
The drunkard plan II (englandXreader)The drunkard plan II (englandXreader)3 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
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)3 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
Catch Me- England/ReaderArthur watched ______ with a glitter of mirth in his eyes, carding his fingers through his tousuled blonde hair. His lover stood several paces away from him, feet firmly planted in the snow. "You need not be afraid," He laughed, extending a hand towards her "It's perfectly safe."Catch Me- England/Reader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"You're certain?" The Englishman nodded.
He had initially hoped to waste the day beisde the fire, perhaps reading or watching old Christmas films, but a sudden inclination towards a more...romantic pursuit had overtook him. He'd drove himself and his lover through the snow and the vast country estate that he lived on, and now they were standing at the edge of a frozen lake; the blonde already wore skates that had lasted him an extremely long time, and another pair were at ______'s feet. She stood still, teeth chattering from the cold and a becoming pink blush rising to her cheeks. The young woman had been somewhat delighted and horrified simultaneously at the suprise Arthur had arranged, not so much bec
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)3 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,’
Here's Hope (EnglandxReader)Here's Hope (EnglandxReader)3 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
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)3 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
Forever and Always- EnglandxReaderAlthough Arthur had endured his fair share of war and conflict, some scars were acquired from battles he'd never fought; mental rather than physical, unseen yet still there, lingering in the back of his mind like ominous storm-clouds because he couldn't stand to face them. They weren't caused by trauma, not from the psychological torture that came hand-in-hand with events of his past, they were simply things he couldn't come to terms with. They were all the things he wished to forget, paranoia and nightmares that haunted him every time he closed his eyes, the guilt and regret and even hints of the ruthlessness that had consumed his mind as an arrogant pirate captain- It was difficult enough watching everyone he'd ever cherished die or abandon him, but his own mind destroyed him more than normal wounds ever could; it had started to accumulate after his beloved Elizabeth had died, after Alfred left, after the horrors of the world wars that had tested him more than he could ever knForever and Always- EnglandxReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
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 - EnglandxReader3 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
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 EnglandxReader3 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 - 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 23 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] 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 When3 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
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 EnglandxReader3 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
Getting a Boyfriend: England pt. 1Getting a Boyfriend: England pt. 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
Author's Note: SInce Stash Writer is being a bitch, I had to split England's part into two parts. The link for part 2 is in the descriptions.
The Real side of Me
Arthur Kirkland was a gentlemanly idol in the eyes of the school population. Everyone adored him. He was a bit cynical and snarky, but he was still loved. The men praised Arthur. The girls fawn over him. He was in the student counsel and was a number one choice for valedictorian. He came from a rich family. He had a mansion, servants, and money. He had it all and everything was under his control. Until you came , that is.
Arthur received a notice from his teacher that he was to introduce a new student to the school. Of course he accepted. Arthur was walking down the hall towards the principal's office. He didn't know much about you. He only knew that you were a girl from (random country or state). Arthur walked into the office and greeted the secretary. She blushed at the sight of the handsome teen.
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/Reader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
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?3 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
EnglandxReader - Half a Cup of MagicEnglandxReader - Half a Cup of Magic3 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
England X Reader: The AtticEngland X Reader: The AtticEngland X Reader: The Attic3 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
Forgot My Birthday- EnglandxReader.:England:.Forgot My Birthday- EnglandxReader3 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
England x Reader - Hearts Bound Together (oneshot)England x Reader - Hearts Bound Together (oneshot)3 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...3 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