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The evening was quiet. Francis heaved a deep sigh of impatience, moving both hands against one another in a vain effort to drive back the cold of winter. Every warm breath escaped his lips as a cloud of drifting, fading smoke, soft against the black sheet of the sky, obscuring his vision. He visibly flinched with every stifled crunch his shoes would create in the hardened, frozen ground, and at every snap of a twig beneath his weight as he continued almost wading his way through the depths of the freshly fallen snow, picking his feet over the mounds and observing them vaguely. He despised bitter nights like this with no mistake; even the gen

Tsundere? No, you wracked your brain trying to think of a word that best described him. Stubborn? Maybe, stuttering mess, definitely. Weird? You pause staring into space. Definitely weird, it was hard to get a sentence out of him since the year started. Just saying ‘hi’ alone made him flustered to where he would end up stuttering and walking away. You once tried to return a book but ended up tripping into his chest. Feeling fingers on your bicep, you panicked a moment before you were violently shoved back as he muttered something underneath his breath and took off without the book you still had it in your locker. You were shocked,

    Loch Ness Monster! Scotland x Reader     Your five year old son, Angus, was sitting at the front door, waiting for his papa to come home after work. You smiled at the sight of your little boy, who did this almost every day he could, without fail. He loves his papa so much, that he was willing to do just about anything for him, all he had to do was be asked. It made you giggle a bit.     "Angus," you called with your soothing voice, "why don't you come over here and let mommy tell you a story to pass the time until papa gets home from work?" That caught his attention immediately, as he scrambled to his feet and ran to where you sat, rea