Artistic-Resonance

As you walk up to the front step of the huge house your only thoughts were ones of stress. Today was your first day as being the Kirkland's maid/ governess. Once you were hired you soon found out that the Kirkland family was pretty broken. The parents are never around to raise their children because they work all the time and on top of all that there are all of the divorces and remarriages that this family has gone through. You true felt bad for this dis functional family. You ring the doorbell twice and wait at the door with your luggage. To your surprise you were greeted by what looks like a 7 year old boy. He had messy blonde hair, bushy

 The moment the screen went black, you nearly screamed. Curse this bloody storm! Because of it, the paper you'd written about 'Scottish men and their kilts' was now completely gone. 'Dammit!' You thought, wishing to tear out your hair. 'I knew I should have saved it!' Thinking quickly, you called up the only country you knew would have the proper information about such a thing. Scotland. Who else? Luckily, the phone lines weren't dead yet, so as the line on the other end began to ring, you sighed with relief. This paper was due monday, and you'd been so busy having fun with other countries and your friends, you totally forgot. So now it w

He smirked. How you would love to smack that smirk off! It's not your fault you had lost the bet, it was all that damned red-head's fault! Since you had lost the bet, you had to pay the price. So here you stand, in a corset, a white button up shirt underneath, and a plaid mini skirt. The corset was on pretty tight, but not too tight so you could still breath. Sadly it still pushed your breasts up and made them look bigger. "Damn you, William[1]. . ." You said with a venom laced tone. The  Scottish male's smirk only widened. "There nothin' ye can do, lass~" He said, tapping his cigarette, ashes  fell into a small black ashtray. He

 “Geez!” You said as you were shoved aside on the busy sidewalk. You were on your way to meet your friend, Allistor, at a bar where he liked to spend his free time. You opened the doors and scanned the tables of the bar seeing no sign of Allistor. You took a seat at a small table to wait as a waitress walked up to you. “What will you have?” She asked talking out her pen and paper. “Water is fine.” You told her as she nodded and walked off. You looked down at your phone to see what time it was when you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders. “What’s a pretty thing like you sitting alone?&rd

.:Scotland:. “Allistor, come on,” you groaned when Allistor would continually ignore you as he lay on the bed with his eyes closed and facing you, so you poked his cheek again in sleepy irritation. He grunted in irritation, so you decided to poke him again, “Get up and off your sexy ass already and go check up on our baby...” Allistor snorted briefly in his pretend sleep before smirking, deciding to just encase you in his strong arms and buff chest to keep you from moving. He moved your hair away carefully before kissing your neck and ignoring your 'nagging'. You frowned at your husband and the sounds of your darling

You woke up to the sound of small droplets of water hitting the window glass. The sun had still not risen but a few storm clouds had decided to drop by for a visit today. The outdoor trees gently swayed back and forth with the strength of the winds and their branches did the same, as if saying hello to whoever was walking outside. Which was nobody. Nobody was outside, but that didn't surprise you since it was still early. Stretching your arms as far away as possible, you let out a little squeak when you felt a pair of hands wrap around your small waist. But it was none other than your longtime boyfriend, Allistor. He, on the other hand, was

A/N This is Scotland x Reader and, as such, has some cursing and a little violence in it. “Eejit! Move yer feet!” You yelled at the Scotsman, who sat on the couch, a cigar sitting between his fingers. He groaned and lifted his legs two inches from the ground. You sighed and pushed the vacuum beneath his feet, knocking them. You turned around, muttering to yourself. “You’d never find London doing the housework. No, she’s too important, England does it all instead. Yet Scotland won’t even get up of his arse and do the dishes from time to time.” “What was tha’ lass?” You jumped; you ha