SwedenxHuldra!ReaderSwedenxHuldra!Reader-----------------------------------------Picking the large bag of coal up, Berwald nodded to the trader and began his long walk back home. Living in the forest wasn't easy, but it was peaceful, the way he liked it.Although he could survive with out coal, he always bought a bag before the snow season, in case his wood pile ran out. (It wouldn't, he was the best wood cutter within a fifty mile radius. The coal was a precaution.)The route leading to his small secluded cabin was long and winding. A silent trip that lead to long bouts of thinking. Berwald didn't mind, it was his way of life, just as hunting deer and bui
(2P!EnglandxReader) The Brownie2P!EnglandxReaderThe Brownie-------------------------------------------For most people cleaning is a job that is preformed quickly. A duty that is a boring necessity. For others, cleaning is a habit, something that is done at the end of every day.For you, cleaning was nothing, mainly because you never had to. Not anymore.Not since a Brownie had decided to make it's home in your walls.At first you had thought that the tiny scratching noises and low chattering in the walls was a mouse. But then you noticed the small changes in your house.Clothing you had left on the floor was suddenly clean and neatly folded on your dresser. Dishe
2p!CanadaxReader-HelpHelpWhat’s worse than being lost in a forest?Getting lost in a forest, in the middle of the night, alone, during the late autumn.You sighed, and due to the cool temperature your breath can be visible. Rubbing your palms together to create friction that will hopefully give you some heat, you slapped your palms immediately to your face. The heat only lasted for only a minute before the biting cold returned.Trudging through the rocky road now thick with snow, you tried to remember the path that you took to get back home but unfortunately for you snowfall have started and covered your tracks from before making back tracking impossibl
2p Americax ReaderIt was the dead of the night and whoever was at your door, you’re going to give him, or her, a good beating for waking you up from your sleep. The knocks on the door was getting louder and louder with each passing moment and you yelled, “Coming,” from the top of your lungs to get your message straight.Finally reaching the door, you turned the knob hastily. You were faced with your brunette boyfriend, your bloody, bruised, bad boy, Alfred. His clothes were ripped and as bloody as his face. “Al what the eff?” He gave you a smile even with his swollen cheeks (damn he was still cute). Moved by pity (and the fact that he
First Date (2P Canada x Reader)Matthew glared at himself. He finally got her to go out with him and now he had no fucking idea on where to take her. He took many chicks out, it wasn’t a big deal and he had no fucking idea why he was stressing over taking ________ out. They’ve been places alone, it wasn’t a big deal…before but now it was. He thought about the movies but nothing good was playing. He knew her long enough that she hated chick flicks. Maybe a dive bar, he could get in no problem but then there’s the other shit like him getting into a fight and she getting hurt. Maybe bowling that could work.“Why don’t you take her to
(ScotlandxReader) Proof(ScotlandxReader)Proof---------------------------------------------(Quick note: I have no idea how to pronounce Each-Uisge. It's a Gaelic word and so far I've seen several different ways people say to pronounce the name. I have no idea which one is correct. So yeah.... Pronounce it how you will xD)Each-Uisge, a water horse and a malevolent water-spirit said to live in the highlands of Scotland. Considered the most terrifying and dangerous creature, the Each-Uisge haunts the lonely inland lochs and often the sea. As a shapeshifter, the Each-Uisge can take different forms, including a fine horse or a handsome man.Should one be foolish
Canada X ReaderCanada X ReaderFluff Contest EntryA Special Spot You walked through the woods, your footsteps loudly crunching over foliage as you trudged up a tall hill. However, your heavy breathing and quickly beating heart didn’t bother you; after all, you were going to the best spot for reading and sketching in all of your town; no. Probably in the whole world. Drawing and reading were difficult to do in the loud noise of your home, with all of the cleaning and chores your family was always pressing upon you. School was even worse, with people looking over your shoulder or bothering you while you tried to work. And them…always afte
Math Teacher!America x New Teacher!ReaderMath Teacher!America x New Teacher!ReaderSONG FIC“1, 2, 3, 4” by the Plain White T’s1-2-1-2-3-4xxxYou had just graduated from college and were going to be a (favourite subject) teacher! You were even hired right out of college. Things were going great and then you met HIM. He was an annoyingly loud math teacher whose room was right next yours. He would always come over to your room between classes just to annoy you. Alfred Jones was one of the MOST annoying people you had ever met! He even came to ask you what his next lesson should be about! Unfortunately he was the ONLY other teacher who wasn’t that much olde
Austria x Reader ::: Always With YouCashmere eyelids fluttered open against concave crevices, twinkling with a jovial felicity and elegant warmness. You held out a cinnamon embrace of hospitable nostalgias, your son scrambling on top of your oakwood knees and lemon-drop toes, his father shutting the door behind him."Mama! I've missed you so much! So has papa; right, papa?"Roderich smiled, a soft, evanescent turn of mouth corners, pulling up a chair next to you and your adopted son, Feliciano."Feliciano and I picked out some flowers for you today; lavender, your favorite."You threw willow-limb fingers to chapped lips, exhaling dramatically in a faux pas extravaganza of s
Neko!2P!Canada X Reader: Flawed Final Flicking my tail, I stare up at the calendar. Has it really been one week already? It feels more like a month to me. My nose twitches as something warm and salty teases my senses. Glancing over my shoulder, I stare with perked interest at the steaming fish sitting upon a plate. Licking my lips hungrily, I trot over into the kitchen. _______ grabs some spices from a cupboard and walks over to season the fish. The scent becomes even more glorious and I can feel my ears heat up, when my stomach growls loudly. “Hungry? Good because I’ve whipped up quite the treat for you.” My eyes
Neko! America x Reader ONESHOTNeko! America x Reader : The Adventures of Americat and His OwnerOne Shot"Alfy? Alfy where are you? Breakfast is ready!" You shouted as you waited for your big ball of adorable fluff to rush it's way into the kitchen. Still no response."Alfy! I made burgers!" Then, like you hear everyday, a sound of a bell coming closer to you.I'm coming ____! Oh man, I love burgers!'Just then your cat made it's way in the kitchen to eat. He looked at you and meowed happily then he wolfed down his favorite meal. Burgers and fast food aren't supposed to be eaten by a cat but... it had no effect on Alfy, who just grew fat a little. But still, he was th
Good Old Hockey GameThis was it, the night you've been waiting for all week. Today was Saturday, Saturday evening to be exact. That could only mean one thing, Hockey Night in Canada. TSN was showing Canada versus Denmark at the moment. You had the honour of actually being in Stockholm to watch the event. Your best friend Matthew was on the ice at the moment about to start skating head to head with Mathias Kohler, who happened to be the best in Denmark."Go Matthew!" you cheered loudly, although he wasn't even on the ice yet.You sported the traditional Team Canada jersey, with a pair of red jeans. On your cheek you dawned at maple leaf painted like the Canadia
SpainxReader- Long DistanceYour phone vibrated, skittering along your bedside table and almost falling to the floor before you swiftly reached out a hand to get it. Maybe it was him, maybe after a whole month without texting or calling, he had finally-‘r u coming 2 con this weekend’ the message read. From Alfred.Damn.You typed your answer with flying fingers before throwing the phone unceremoniously back on the bedside table and flopping down on the bed, ‘Yeah. Pick me up at eleven.’ Even if your friend refused to use proper grammar, spelling, and punctuation didn’t mean you had to.You picked up your pillow and pressed it against y
Contest Entry:Wolf!Male!HungaryxPregnant!ReaderSealedDaniel sat peacefully with his back to the woman he gave a ring to. He sealed his fate to her with simple words of I do. She was his queen now and he kept his realm safe for her. His damsel and queen. He needed to spend more time with her. In this fragile state she spent too much time alone, he had too much on his mind to give her the time though.Gentle hands ran through the soft mocha locks. He flinched and whine when his fingers hit a knot. The soft bell laughter made his whine into a laugh. He looked into the soft _______ orbs that seemed to hold nothing but admiration for him.He felt guilty whenever he felt shamed…Dan
England X Reader: The Attic England X Reader: The Attic“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,&rd
CanadaxReader: You Okay? I drummed my fingers lazily on the steering wheel, waiting for the light to turn green. It finally changed and the car across the street turned their blinker on. Their old red Ford pulled forward and out of nowhere a bright, mustard yellow car driving way too fast crashed into the Ford’s bumper. My eyes widened as I watched the car drive off, not even stopping to see if the other driver was alright. I pulled forward quickly and parked, watching as people came out of the few surrounding stores. “Please, move out of the way. I’m a nurse,” I said, pushing people aside to try and get to the driver’s
Rainy Sky and Blue eyes .:2p!England x Reader:.It was cold, the wind was blowing and the water was luke warm but stung as it got passed the umbrella you had over your head. Honestly if you wouldn’t look like a weirdo and get weird looks you would probably ditch the umbrella and jump in a puddle so that you could go to your friends house and soak her couch in return for her eating your sweet last week. Childish maybe, fun most of the time, but you had to think of some other way to get her back for that. Days like this were normal though in England so the temptation was almost always there, people were starting to file into their homes, apartments, little stores, to escape the rain. H
Magic: England x ReaderWhen you were little, you loved magic more than anything. Every single aspect of it was fascinating, and you would have been completely satisfied to see any magical creature at all.Then, one fateful day, you met Arthur Kirkland.And you fell in love.Sure, it was a little kid crush, and you also had a few shameful ones on cartoon characters, but he was the most amazing thing that had ever happened to you.It was in late July, and uncharacteristically chilly for such a time of year, making it seem a bit more like fall than summer. You were outside hunting for magical creatures, a little disposable camera and binoculars in your knapsack.
Covered in Tea"Should I be concerned that you are randomly deciding to come outside in the middle of the day. Especially after saying you were going to be busy playing Call of Duty all day?" you asked as your loud American friend Alfred dragged you by your forearm out of your house."It's a nice day out dude!" Alfred smiled proudly, breathing in the late June air."Now I am really worried," you stated as you squirmed in his grasp."Now go stand over there," Alfred instructed as he pointed to the east side of the house, that was now in the cool blackened shade."May I ask why?" you asked as Alfred pushed you towards the wall."Nope," he smiles as he po
An Angel With A Bloody Bat (2p!AmericaXReader)Caution: blood, swearing, and some relatively creepy strangersYou stood under the lone streetlamp, clutching your backpack to your chest, glancing nervously at anyone who seemed like trouble. But at this hour, anything could happen. You mentally damned your boss for making you stay after and clean up. Sure, the extra money would be nice, except for now you were stranded in the middle of the red light district.You were so utterly exhausted, you had boarded the wrong bus and hadn’t noticed until it was too late, and now you were stuck there for another…fifteen minutes until the next bus was scheduled to arrive.I’m too y
Boss!CanadaxWorker!Reader-Request The repetitive mixture of the blank sounds of your fingers tap tap tapping against the plastic keys below you and the whirring of the fan up above were completely lost to your ears, eyes glazed over from both the after effects of the energy drink from fifteen hours before and the amount of time spent staring at your computer screen.You didn’t notice the shuffling of papers behind you as all your fellow workers headed for home, nor did you bother to even move when the custodian turned out the lights.You just slowly continued to type out your final message of the Friday night, so you may be could spend the next few days locked in utt
Careful What You Do. EnglandXReaderXChildAmericaCareful What You Do. England X Reader X Child America Arthur Kirkland was home, he took the day off from work to be with his young son Alfred when he comes home from school. However those plans of going to get ice-cream and playing catch in the park might be canceled when Arthur gets a phone call from the school; Alfred was in the principal’s office and it wasn’t for a medal of some sorts. He entered the building and went to the Mr. Oxenstierna office. Alfred was sitting in a chair and quickly sunk in his seat as his father and Mr. Oxenstierna introduced each other. “Mr. Oxenstierna, may I ask what my son has done to g
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