My Big Fat Kirkland Wedding Ch. 3My Big Fat Kirkland Wedding Ch. 3 by BadRomance194
America arrived to England's house and stood outside his front door, fingering the little velvet black box in his pocket nervously. This new development in his plan to propose to Arthur was not what he had in mind. He was supposed to arrive to his boyfriend's home without any interruptions and they would spend the day together by going to see a movie and taking Arthur to his favorite restaurant in restaurant in London. Finally, at the end of it all Alfred would take Arthur over to Buckingham Palace where the magic would happen and he would pop the question. Then they would probably go back home and have the greatest mind-blowing sex ever. It would end with his cute little (yes his) Iggy crying out his name, then America would wrap his arms around him and pull him close to his chest as they slept and that was the great thing he loved after they were done.
Of course, that all depended if England said yes.
That was the main problem of America's worries, but now it seemed to have a gotten
My Big Fat Kirkland Wedding Ch. 2My Big Fat Kirkland Wedding Ch. 2 by BadRomance194
Arthur really hated his siblings sometimes. They were loud, noisy, rude, obnoxious louts who whenever either one of them (or all for this horrid instance) decided to come visit him his home would be in disarray and tatters.
As of now that was exactly what they were doing. Scotland was currently in is kitchen scrounging through the cupboards and pantries looking for food and drink. "I'm a makin lunch fer the rest o us that's eh 'ole lot more edible than your gawd awful rubbage ya call food." He had put it as he made his way to the kitchen. It was known among the British Isles and the rest of Europe that Scotland was a more terrible cook than his little brother- though he insisted that he was the better cook and that his food was excellent. How would you explain the Frankenstein monstrosity confection that was haggis? According to the siblings, he was stinking drunk when he first created the dish.
Alistair Kirkland, the personification of Scotland, was the second oldest of the British Is
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Alfred F. Jones knew that he was the happiest nation in the entire world right now.
How on earth could he not be? He was elated, brilliant, and even fantastic. No, he didn’t even think those were even the right words that could even describe he was feeling. He had his health, a lovely country where his people could live free and happy, and since recently, he has been in a relationship with Arthur Kirkland, the personified representation of England. After centuries of being brothers, then revolution and independence to show England that they could be equals (though it did cause a strain between the two for several years, but uneasily called it after the events of the War of 1812), allies, to friends, and then finally coming together as lovers. From so many ups and downs in their lives they were able to show the world that love comes in many shapes and appearances. What else could be better? Well actually, if he was going to be honest with himself, Alfred thought it could be.
Lawless: Where the Wild Roses Grow, ch.81913Lawless: Where the Wild Roses Grow, ch.8 by BadRomance194
When Rose had arrived home, it was half-past midnight. In all honesty, she had not meant to stay out so late. She went over to Blackwater Station to hang out with the boys after she and Forrest left Snow Creek. All Rose was going to do was spend time with them like she always did, and then she would return home to please her mother (in other words, get her off her back) and spend time with Wingfield. Yet somehow, she instead found herself in the back of the Bondurants' truck going to deliver some White Lightening and Apple Brandy for a party that Tazwell Minnix was having down at Burnt Chimney. When she and the Bondurants were invited to join the party, well, time flew by after that. However, somewhere in the back of Rose's mind, she had a feeling that Forrest had something to do with her arriving home late.
And quite frankly, she certainly didn't mind.
Rose opened the front door slowly- very, very slowly- and quietly so as not to wake anybody and not get caught. That was the last
Mafia!Romano X Reader ~ Wins and lossesWhile opening the oven to check on the food for one last time, I wondered desperate what else my brother would lose tonight. With that pace, he would soon lose our little apartment, too, for sure, the only thing our parents bequeathed to us.RedStringTied
It had been a few months he had been losing over and over again, even though he was talented in poker. I was by now almost certain the others were actually cheating.
He wasn't playing against any moral people either for me to erase that idea off my head. Playing poker against members of a mafia family undergroup, even if you were one of them, was not wise. But, the years of my brother winning in poker against various rivals – he was very talented indeed – had led him to destructive addiction.
He had already lost almost all of our money and our car. Every afternoon he was sure he would win everything back, but the dept just kept getting bigger. I was honestly fearing we would find ourselves homeless.
Unfortunately, no matter how much I w
Austraila XAbused!Reader EXTRA SPECIAL PART
A heart Down Under
“Aint she a bute…” Jett whispered to himself as he had his binoculars fixated on you. Not the kangaroo you were looking at. On you….
“Jett!” You waved to him and he took his binoculars from your butt and put to your smiling face. “Come quick!”
He smirked and put the binoculars down and jogged up to you. “What is it?”
You pointed trying to stay quiet now as a female kangaroo was walking around and every once in a while a little baby Joey would pop out of her pouch.
You already had your camera out snapping pictures with the biggest grin. He had promised you that he would take you to Australia once you were healthy enough. Which you were, and it just so happened to be your honeymoon too!
The day went on and the two of you saw many animals and a amazing sights. The smile never left your face.
As the day ended and the two of you headed back to the lodge you knew what wa
Pirate!SpainXPrincess!Reader - Part 12pinkypromise20
While you and Ludwig standing outside of the inn where your childhood prince friend stays at, Ludwig's standing front of you for your protection while you're gripping your sword from unpleasant nerve feeling and you made a long sigh.
"Ludwig, we both know that I hired you for our protection but I think it's the best that I'll go in first." you said when Ludwig turned his head to you.
"Are you sure?"
"I know my so-called future husband is. I know what I'm doing." you said when you putted on a hood over your head from black cloak that Vash lead to you. "Let's go and act natural." you took a step forward and opened the door while he's following. You both went inside and heard a laugher and chatter from top floor. You saw a landlady at the front desk.
"Excuse me. What's going on from upstairs?" you asked her.
"It's Prince Miguel! All the peasant maidens from our town and his men are celebrating for his welcome. I'm pretty sure that you're
Viking!Norway x ReaderKatarinaDreams
It was a foggy Norse morning and you had gone down to the fisher’s market to collect your bi-weekly ration. Every time you found yourself close to the dock, you would always look to the horizon in hopes in seeing the ship that your husband Lukas had been sailing for the past three weeks. This morning was no different than the others; nothing. “It can’t be helped dear,” your elderly neighbor said to you.
“Oh Hilda,” you replied slightly startled before sighing deeply, “I know. It’s just been so long.” Your beloved’s voyages were always long but this time the anticipation for his return was greater than it had ever been. Just days after his departure, you discovered that you were with child. You gave the cold waters one final look, departed from the docks, and returned to your home.
After hanging your portion of fish in the meat cupboard, you once again sat at your lonely dinner table. Your train of thought was lost and you bega
Cliche Love Song ~ |Denmark x Reader|xYourHero
Commission for Prominessence! She asked for a Denmark x Reader songfic to the Danish song, 'Cliche Love Song' by Basim. Hope you like it! (:
I met this lady - Lady
She was looking so damn fine
But she was crazy - Crazy
It was all about party time
"Do you think she'll be there?"
"Do you think she'll remember me?"
"Do you think she'll let me dance with her? Oh, that would be the greatest! I just know she's a good dancer—have you seen her?!"
Norway slammed his book shut. "No, but you've gone on and on about her enough for me to 'know' her."
Denmark rolled around on his bed, loving