Lemonscentedshinigam

England x Reader: Kiss A kiss on the cheek. A kiss on the forehead, the neck, then on the back of your hand. But he never kissed your lips. You never had your first kiss, even after the years you and Arthur became a couple. It kind of made you quite frustrated, but you stayed patient enough to not force him to kiss your lips or something quite demanding. You always wondered why, though. Perhaps he was planning something? Though it was rather unlikely of him. Maybe he was just shy? You frowned as you thought of more possibilities of why he never kissed your lips. ...Maybe he didn't love you enough to kiss your lips? Ah, yes. It was likel

In your hand you pulled out from the black hat a...scone. "Alfred, you bloody wanker!" Arthur shrilled an unpleasant shill when he came up to you, snatched the scone off you hand and dusted the scone from whatever else was inside the black hat. You flushed slightly when you saw Arthur came out of nowhere to take the scone off from you, but the reason you were blushing so shyly was because you-how they say in Britain-fancied Arthur for quiet some time. "HURRY, SHOVE 'EM IN!" Alfred shrieked at everyone who were close at you and Arthur. Suddenly, you and Arthur were tackled in huge "hugs" and without knowing it, you felt the people pushing

Love at first sight. Arthur didn't believe in such things at all. Those things - he thought they were completely absurd and utterly idiotic. There is no such thing as love at first sight. How would you know that you were going to dedicate your life with that person at first glance? How stupid, he would say. Although he may believe in things such as dark arts and magic and whatnot, he never believed in things that involved romance. Ah, yes.. Romance. He didn't despise it, he didn't like it very much either. He felt nothing of it at all. And sometimes, just for a few times, he would wonder why. And that is when he met a beautiful woman of his

Act I You and Arthur have been "traveling" for a few years now. He was very strange, a gentleman, and more or less a hot-head, but he was your angry Brit. If I dare to add, the traveling wasn't going to different countries or landmarks, it was around to different time periods. You have been to the nineteenth century, three hundred years from now, and The Maya. It was fun, but you never thought of how worried your parents could be, until now. "Okay, we're back in London." Arthur said while opening the TARDIS's door for you to step out. As you stepped out of the "police box" a flying paper hugged your face, and you had to pull it off. After y