Scotland x Angel!Reader ~The Grounded~ by GydroZMaa, literature
Literature
Scotland x Angel!Reader ~The Grounded~
~The Grounded~
She fell like a dying comet thrown from the stars, and the sky ripped apart and shattered the silence with a ravaging cry of agony impossible to recreate with human chords.
The hunter had been in the forest when he heard the inhuman scream echo through the evergreens. The trees shuddered, and their leaves quivered. The air had frozen in time, the vapors in the atmosphere halting to a standstill. It was as if the world had stopped turning.
When he looked to the heavens, he saw her dropping towards the earth, arms limp and head hung. She was going to die falling from such a height.
But all the same, curiosity drew him towards
ScotlandXReader: Drunken Bed Time Stories by FlameRiverAlchemist, literature
Literature
ScotlandXReader: Drunken Bed Time Stories
(( ---- is the divider between story and reality))
You'd lost count after ten. Ten what exactly? The number of drinks your friend Allistor Kirkland has had. He and his brother, Arthur, were having some kind of competition, you however, were underaged. You were just there for moral support.
Arthur puked a few drinks ago and Allistor claimed his victory. Both men were hopelessly confused, and you sighed. At least they weren't those kind of people who got extremely angry when drunk, like your spanish friend, Antonio. Whenever he goes drinking he is a train wreck.
After a while t,he bartender refused to serve your two friends because
Scotland X Reader ~ To Give and Take by Digifan01, literature
Literature
Scotland X Reader ~ To Give and Take
Scotland X Reader ~ To Give and Take
Alistair shuffled his body on the bed to curl your body next to his comfortably, and you lay your head on his shoulder. You tousled hair spreading onto the bed as you lazily dragged a hand up to rest up on his chest.
“I dreamed of singing at the Metropolitan as a child,” you dreamily said as Alistair dragged his fingers through your hair from root to tip.
“Ever since I first heard Habanera as a small child I was entranced by Opera,” you wrinkled your nose as your husband pressed a kiss to your forehead, his breath reeking of the cigarettes that he smoked zealously as he huddled o
Scotland x Reader: Permanent Love by azumariko, literature
Literature
Scotland x Reader: Permanent Love
You were on your way to your flat which you shared with your best friend, Allistor.
You had had a horrible day at your work and the only thing you wanted was a cup of tea and a hot bath.
When you reached the door to your flat you rang the doorbell, you were way too tired to look for your keys in your handbag.
You swore, that handbag was like a bag of holding! And the keys always seemed to find their way to the very bottom of the bag, even though you used them all the time.
Nobody answered the door so you rang again.
And you waited... Nothing.
"Allistor?" You grunted, banging on the door with your fist.
Still nothing.
You sighed as you
Scotland X Reader Scary Movie Night by rogueskylar, literature
Literature
Scotland X Reader Scary Movie Night
You had just put down the bowl when he knocked on the door. You smiled and soon ran. Allistor was there putting out his last smoke of the night.
“Hey lass.” He smiled and you just couldn’t help but smile back. He slipped in beside you and gave you a quick peck.
“Hey Allistor. How are you?”
“Ready to relax with my girl. You?” you just smiled and nodded.
“Ready to hang out with you again.” he just smiled as he sat down slowly getting off his boots. You just went to the kitchen to get the drinks. For the past eight months Allistor and you had been dating and every other weekend, one of yo
~Merry Chrismas~ *Husband!Scotland X Wife!Reader* by VanillaSuu, literature
Literature
~Merry Chrismas~ *Husband!Scotland X Wife!Reader*
~Merry Chrismas~
*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
ScotlandxReader: For The First Time by CountrygalxHetalia, literature
Literature
ScotlandxReader: For The First Time
She's all laid up in bed with a broken heart, while I'm drinking jack all alone in my local bar, and we don't know how. How we got into this mad situation, only doing things out of frustration.
Trying to make it work but man these times are hard
Allistor sighed as he slumped onto his usual bar stool. He ran a hand through his red hair, clenching his fingers before looking up. He nodded to the slim man behind the bar and a dusty bottle was set in front of him. He thanked him and twisted top off with ease. He took a swing of the liquid and savored the burn the alcohol left in his throat. He rested his hand in his cheek and scrunched
REQUEST: ScotlandxReader- I just do by Matsuri212, literature
Literature
REQUEST: ScotlandxReader- I just do
You watched Allistor throw darts at the picture of France. You really didn't mind France when he wasn't acting like a pervert and when he wasn't flirting with girls, but for some reason Allistor wasn't very fond of him.
"That damn bastard " he said as he went up to the pictures and took the darts that stayed where France's head and eyes would be. He still had that same cigarette in his mouth for over 10 minutes and his auburn hair was all messed up.
"Hey Allistor?.." you said, sitting on a chair behind him. He turned around to face you and his green eyes showed the hate he had for France. "Yeah, what is it _________?" he asked. "How
Father!ScotlandxReader::THAT Kind of Dad by SnazzyWriter, literature
Literature
Father!ScotlandxReader::THAT Kind of Dad
THAT Kind of Dad
Father!Scotland x Reader
Your father… YOUR father…oh that man was definitely a dad alright. And you were definitely your dad's little angel; his princess, baby, et cetera. That man was Alistair Kirkland and if anything were certain, if any boy laid a finger on you, that finger would be missing in a heartbeat. Your father, in other words, was the most stuck up, protective, condescending man on the planet, but…he was your father.
Your palms were sweaty, knees weak, and your nerves were in overdrive as you entered your house. It wasn't that you were scared of your father, no, it was the fact that you were scared for the