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BTLG- Chance Occurrence - Wales x Reader

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“Luuuuuuggghhh”

 

*giggling*

“Huh?” Your body was lying to the side. A flower was right at your nose making you sneeze. “Achoo!”

‘Ouch that sneeze hurt my lungs.’

Immediately after your sneeze, you heard someone snickering off to your right. The giggling then became more loud and obnoxious. “Ahaha! You dolt! Your face looked so stupid!”

‘Who the heck is saying that?’

You looked to your right to see a fairy. But this wasn’t one of the beautiful fairies depicted in books. No it was a disgusting looking one complete with darkness surrounding it. Her malevolent presence was so strong that hypothermic chills went up your spine.

“What kind of creature are you? A demon?” You looked to her carefully, treating her like a snake- any sudden movement and she may strike.

She flew higher up in midair and laughed. “Hahaha! I’m a fairy you idiot! And-” She touched a green leaf. “-A dark one at that~“ The leaf she touched turned brown then black and after into ash. Her fiery red orbs gleamed as she smiled mercilessly.

Warning bells went off in your head. But you couldn’t believe it. The first fairy you met was an evil one. Well doesn’t that kill all your good dreams and replace them with nightmares….

You coughed into your hand. “Okay nice to meet ya bye!” As soon as you stood up to run, the fairy spoke in monotone:

“Not so fast _______.”

Stilling, you looked over your shoulder shocked. “H-H-How do you know my n-name?!”

She shrugged. “It’s because I’m magical.” She slide her hand along the bark of the tree making it blackened. “You know, you were too easy to find.” It came closer to you. “My boss wanted me to find you; making you seem like you were a treasure or something.” She was close enough that her tiny hand could touch you.

“Your b-boss?”

Sighing as if the world weighed down on her, she replied, “Yeah…strange fellow- anyway my boss wanted me to do a job.”

Your body tensed. “What k-kind of job?”

“Oh the one that tortures and takes a person’s precious memories.” She said the last part rather loudly and in a demonic tone.

You turned to run and successfully escaped a few feet until she grabbed on your ponytail and yanked!

“NAH!”

Dark black tentacles of metallic darkness wrapped from your ponytail and then encompassed your whole body. She pulled your head back and chortled. “_______, you should have known better than to run away.” You spit on her. She pulled away repulsed. Then with a swift motion of her hand, she ordered the darkness to slap you.

Bruising heat flashed through your cheek and for a moment your mind became blank. A bit of red-tinged drool hung from your mouth. “Is that all you got?”

She sneered. “Brave are we?” The fairy turned to the darkness. “Pets! Hold her in place…we are going to have some fun~!”

The darkness revealed purple and yellow eyes moving around you and holding you down. It acted as a single entity and every time you struggled, the vise became more choking.

The demon fairy smiled. “Good babies~” She went close to your face “Now then let’s get started.” She reached to touch you, you tried to spit at her again except this time she dodged it and touched your slapped cheek.

“Ahhhh!” Her touch twisted and burned your face. Red hot flares of pain shot through you as she pressed her hand harder into your face. There were no tears to cry, just pain.

At last when she found what she wanted, the fairy smirked. “So this is what my boss wanted” She took her hand from your face and held up an orb full of ethereal colors. “So wonderfully appealing, don’t you agree?” Your will to speak was momentarily lost.

“Surprised? You must be-” A flash of white light came in her direction. The dark fairy almost missed it but thankfully was struck on the side. She howled in pain and told her ‘pets’ to retreat.

In pure anger she turned around and said, “Until next time ______! I will be back for the rest!” She and her minions dissipated in the thicket of trees.

A very bad feeling that something vital was taken from you resonated throughout your mind.

You willed yourself to move only to fall to your knees. “Wait!” you called after the dark fairy. The strange white orb came closer. “Wait! Give me back what you took from me, you demon!” You completely fell to the ground. Eyes closed hopelessly; you knew whatever she took from you was a piece of your mind.

Before you could succumb to the bliss of sleep, you heard frantic whispering of angelic voices. One came closer to you, and whispered, “Don’t worry, we are getting help.”

 ‘Help?’ You sighed in relief. ‘Help seems nice right about now.’

You blacked out.

 

~~~~~~Timeskip Of Wales Lying Across a Couch with Only a Small Piece of Wool Cloth covering him~~~~

 

Wales sighed in contentment.

Here he was sitting on a grassy knoll, watching the sheep graze below the hill. Everytime when one of these docile creatures grazed next to him, he would pat their heads and feel their wool.

‘So soft’. he thought. ‘And so gentle.’

The sheep he was petting left him to join the herd.

He watched the sheep leave until he heard the cherubic voice of a fairy.

“Help! Help!

Wales look of confusion quickly turned to one of alarm. “What happened!?”

The fairy out of breath fell out of the air. Luckily Wales stuck his hands out in time to catch her. The fairy thanked him and then told him, “Sir, there is a young maiden who was attacked by the dark ones.” She looked at him fearfully before continuing, “They did something to her and now she has fainted!”

“Dark ones” Wales murmured. He knew these kinds of fairies were trouble. Usually they worked with another more evil force…usually demons. Whoever was unlucky enough to be in their way always suffered dearly. “Fairy-” The fairy looked at him. “-Take me to this girl at once.”

She nodded. “Yes sir!” She flew out of his hand and went to your direction.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Another Timeskip Of a Sheep Floating Like A Cloud~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

Fairies floated around you curious. After their head fairy left to tell Wales that they needed help, they began to investigate you.

Some fairies studied your hair.

“Hmm…I like her hair!” said a braided hair fairy. She tugged on your hair as if she wanted to take a piece of it.

“Eww I think its frizzy” added a punk-looking fae with a disdainful look.

“No- hey girls look!” shouted an awed girlie-girl fairie pointing to the ponytail band.

They crowded closer to your ponytail. Your sparkly [second fav color] ponytail band.

“Ooh! It’s so shiny!”

“Meh too shiny for my liking.”

“Maybe if I could just touch it…”

“Girls!”

All the other fairies cowered from their mistress’s stern voice and stare. Their Head Fairy rolled her eyes before turning to Wales. “Sir, here is the girl we were talking about” She pointed to you.

Wales came closer to you amazed. You seemed to be wearing some kind of clothing resembling exercise wear (dammit its pajamas, why does everyone get that wrong!?). He studied your face then abruptly backed away. You had the receding slap mark that the fairy gave you. But that’s not what drove him away. No, it was the darkness emanating from the mark.

Usually no one would see, let alone feel, the wicked energy but he did. ‘This darkness…there must be a really strong demon after her.’

He reached for his phone to call his brother Arthur. ‘He seems to know something about magic’ He looked into his pocket to find it was not there. ‘Dammit.’ He remembered he left it at home when he took a stroll in the countryside to look at the sheep.

He looked back to you. He couldn’t just leave you here to go get his phone. True the fairies could look after you, but this demon seemed to have more power than them.

One of the fairies got a little to curious and almost touched your cheek.

“No! Don’t touch her cheek!” He launched himself forward. Screaming the fairy flew away while his body landed on top of yours. “Umpf!”

“Ouch that looks like that hurt.” The boss fairy said. All the other fairies cringed and agreed.

You were jolted from your slumber. ‘What the hell it feels like someone is on top of me?’ You looked down to see Wales face on your boobs. Faced burned with embarrassment when he lifted his head and his peridot eyes met yours.

“D-Dylan!?”

Yes. The very man who had his face atop your clothed breasts was Dylan Kirkland. Light carroty hair with blonde highlights gleamed in the afternoon sun. You looked to his bushy eyebrows and was almost tempted to touch them. Forest green eyes looked to your [e/c] orbs and conveyed the emotion of pure and utter embarrassment.

Dylan quickly shuffled away from you. “I-I’m terribly sorry, I fell on ewe- I” He remembered you said his name. “H-Hou do ewe know my name?” (‘Hou’ is "how" and ‘Ewe’ is "you" in Welsh pronunciation)

You were still in a daze. ‘He landed on my boobs. He landed on my boobs. He freaking landed on my boobs! OhmygodI’mgoingtodiefromembarrassmentsincemycrushlandedonmyboobs!’

You were having an internal meltdown as Dylan watched your silent form. “Hell-o?” He waved a hand to your face. “Anyone in there?”

You turned your head at him inch by inch. Monotone you answered, “You landed on my boobs.”

He blushed. “I apologize it was a mistake!”

Speaking to yourself you put your head down, “Wales actually had his face implanted on my breasts??”

“I already apolo- wait ewe know my name AND know I’m a country!?”

Eyes widened when you finally were thrust out from your mini-meltdown. “I- what?”

“Hou do ewe know what and who I am?” His previous mortification switched to one of wonder.

“I-I can explain” ‘Crap just what I needed. First I wake up in some god-forsaken place attacked by the evil supernatural and now my longtime Hetalian crush who is supposed to be fictional is real and I f*ck up!’ You shake your head. ‘If only my family was here to see-‘ Stopping you murmured, “Where is my family?”

Wales was puzzled “What?”

You looked to him equally perplexed. “I-I can’t remember my family.” You stopped then searched your head from anything else you felt disappear. “Not even where I used to live...hell I don’t even remember my freaking cell phone number!” By now you were standing up and shouting.

Dylan put his hands up to calm you down. “Hey it’s okay, calm down.”

You gave him a look. “Don’t tell me to calm down!”

The head fairy spoke up. “Miss.” You flinched and put a defensive stance. She nodded knowingly. “I am a good fairy unlike the one that attacked you.” You were still on the defensive. She sighed. “We found you after you were attacked but it seems like the Dark One took something from you.”

“H-How do you know t-that?” Your position slackened a bit.

“An evil fairy that attacks you always has a purpose to attack you.” She examined you. “And it seems like she somehow caused you to have amnesia.”

“Amnesia.” The word was like a foreign object on your tongue.

Wales interjected your conversation. “That still doesn’t explain hou she knew who I was before I told her.”

The fairy nodded. “True. How did you know him, young maiden?”

You felt many pairs of eyes stare at you. ‘______ think of a suitable reason quick!’

“I-I erm I kind of remember seeing your face on many websites…that’s all I can remember”

“Websites?” he questioned. “Interesting…I will have to investigate this” A look of pensiveness passed his face when he asked you a question you didn’t anticipate. “Miss, care to share what is ewer name?”

The question made you blink twice. “M-my name?”

He smiled amused. “Yes silly missy.”

Your face reddened. “It’s ________.”

“________.” He smiled liking it. “Has a nice ring to it.” You smiled. He stuck out his hand in greeting. “Nice to make ewer acquaintance.” He didn’t bother saying his name since you already knew it.

The fairies became restless. “Can we go now?”, they asked their head mistress.

She nodded. “Yes” Then she told Wales, “Sir take her home. I feel that it’s not safe here anymore.”

He sharply nodded. He felt it too. The evil aura was coming back from deep inside the forest but thankfully the darkness you previously had already dissipated.

He gently took your hand into his. You shockingly stared at him when he explained, “I will take ewe to my place…it’s safe there.”

“Okay” You smiled as he led you to his place. Then a brief memory of his head on your breasts appeared. Muttering to yourself, “Perverted Welshman,” Wales looked to you in the corner of his eye.

“What did ewe say?”

“N-nothing! Nothing at all!”

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Timeskip Of Dylan Saying, “You have Soft Breasts~”  (pervert)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


 

After arriving to his home and insisting that you should be wearing a fresh pair of clothes, you complied.

Dylan in the meanwhile went to cooking while you were changing.

‘Hmm his shirt seems to be a little loose on me...meh who cares! I am wearing my crush’s shirt! Woot woot for me~!’

Going to the mirror in his adjoining bathroom, you smiled. The shirt though loose complimented your body. Of course you still had your bra on after that ‘incident’ but you couldn’t help blushing at the memory of him on top of you. Looking down, you realized that you’d rather keep on your shorts than the sweats he gave you. Plus you liked your shorts, why would you want to take them off? (hehe Dylan can name a number of reasons to take them off…)

You took the collar of the soft wool shirt and brought it to your nose. You inhaled his scent. It smelled of the grass and mist that clung to his countryside. ‘He smells really nice…’

Three polite knocks resonated throughout his room. *Knock Knock Knock*

“Yeah?”

Dylan’s masculine voice came from behind the door. “Dinner is finished…if ewe would like to join me I…” He paused before he continued, “…I would like that”

You blushed. ‘Did he just ask me for dinner…like as in a date? I mean he was cooking for me anyway but I can’t help but feel that this is something more..’

Clearing your throat as in not to stutter you replied, “Yes I’ll join you! Just give me a minute.”


*Not so subtle POV switch to the Adorable Perverted Welshman*

From behind the door, Wales nodded. Noticing that you can’t see him nodding he said, “A-Alright then.” Awkwardly he walked away with cheeks burning. ‘Her voice is so beautiful….I can’t help but get flustered.’ Thinking hard to himself, he set the table for two but everytime he thought of you, his face heated.

You finally got out of his room wearing his wool shirt.

Upon looking at you, he thought that your beauty rivaled even a fairy’s. (the good ones not the ugly bad ones) True you only wore an old wool shirt of his but to him you wear like a divine being.

You looked to him smiling. Doing a curtsy you said, “You like?”

He turned away to contain himself. “Y-Yes very nice.”

*Back to your POV because the Reader is the Dom in the Relationship*


You smirked, ‘He seems flustered' Turning to your plate you eyed the cuisine curiously. “What is that?”

Relieved to find a distraction, he quickly responded, “Its Glamorgan sausage.”

“Sounds pretty good.” You sat down to notice him still standing. “You going to join me~?”

‘Get a grip Dylan! You’re acting uncharacteristically shy; you are supposed to be cheerful!’ He mentally scolded.

“Why yes! Silly me!” He quickly sat down next to you and poked his fork to the sausage.

You watched him suspiciously before digging in yourself. Taking a bite you gasped.

In alarm he asked, “What!?”

“This is great” You swallowed the food in your mouth before continuing, “Seriously you should be a chef!” 

‘Plus he cooks better than England’ you mentally added.

He timidly smiled. “Thank ewe but no I like my sheep more”

You laughed. “Okay Mr. Shepard…. but you have to admit some sheep look so fluffy like clouds.”

His eyes widened. “Ewe think so too?”

You nodded. “Yeah when they’re not shaven like a naked mole rat they look like they can float up and up into the sky.”

He looked to you amazed. ‘This girl…she shares my same view for sheep.’ He mentally slapped himself. ‘Dylan you are starting to fall for a girl who likes sheep too?!?- wait. I’m falling for her? Is this love?’

“I see you are at a loss for words?” you chuckled.

He snapped back to reality. “I-I no. It’s just that ewe weren’t what I expected.”

You winked. “Oh trust me I’m that and more~”

The conversation then on went from sheep to other various topics. Dinner was hastily finished while you and Dylan practically talked for hours. Soon eyelids began to droop and yawning ensued. Seeing that the night was coming to an end, sleepy Wales showed you to his room.

He put his hand to the small of your back as he turned on the light switch to his room.

Your eyes which were accustomed to the dim light quickly opened when bright light hit them.

“Ugh the light is so bright!” you complained.

“S-sorry! I couldn’t see anything” Dylan sweatdropped. He didn’t mean to make you angry. “I didn’t want ewe tripping in my room”

“It’s okay but- hold on. You said your room-?” Your eyes widened as you gazed your surroundings. His room it was so pretty! Wool cloth was everywhere. His flag was hanging right beside the bedpost; all of its colors pleasantly radiated the national colors of white, green, and red.

“W-Wow!” That was all you could come up with to say.

He grinned. “I’m happy you like it” Then he noticed you wobbling a bit. He knew you were dead tired; especially after being attacked by a dark fairy. He led you to his bed but as you sat at its edge you asked, “Wait I’M SLEEPING IN YOUR BED?” He nodded. “I-If I’m sleeping in your bed then where are you sleeping?!”

Dylan smiled. “Don’t worry I have another room to go to.”

You started to lift yourself off his bed. You didn’t want to be a burden to him; I mean he already rescued you once! “N-No I can’t! Thank you but-“

He shushed you. “I said it’s alright.”

“I-“ You looked to his face. His face basically said his word was final. Smirking you thought, ‘Woah he’s good…making a girl sleep in his bed so she can be indebted to him…sneaky but I like~’

Taking steps toward him you said, “I guess I have to repay the favor~”

He blushed. “What does t-that mean?”

Coming close to him, you breathed, “Dilly, thank you for rescuing and helping me~” You went close to his lips but to tease him you kissed his chin instead.

Mounds upon mounds of blush covered all of Dylan’s face. “Y-You’re welcome.” Quickly gulping, he slowly disentangled himself from you. “Have a goodnight, _-______.” He went to the door gripping the handle tightly and closing it. After closing the door, he nearly hit himself for not kissing you back like a man should.

“Goodnight.” you whispered back. You were more than a little bewildered at his reaction. He seemed to be terrified more than flustered. But instead of that bringing you down, you instead put his shirt collar to your mouth and squealed. Landing on his bed with a soft thud, you were constantly thinking, ‘I actually got the nerve to kiss him! Who knew I would be able to ever meet let alone kiss him! Gosh that magical mirror does grant wishes!’

But as you lay there, you remembered that you were slowly forgetting your old life and the people, but more importantly your parents you left behind in your own dimension.

Now all that concerned your mind was “Why am I forgetting them?...”


“…And how do I get back home?”

The second Kirkland Brother of the Week: Wales!

He is one of the most adorable characters I have ever had the luck to write! He is such a gentle person please he is very caring! I hope you all will give him some love after reading this story! 

Sorry for the late updates guys but school is b*tch and the teachers are equally as hard. (wait that sounds wrong) ^^;

I hope you guys like and comment!! I enjoy all the support and in return I shall write more for you~! 

I wrote the plot to this story but I own nothing else! (Note: I used Photoshop to crop and colors to the pic. Also, I added the fairies, the sparkles, and of course his smile..enjoy!)

You always choose to who you belong to (Nah I think you are bond to Wales over here...hehehehe)


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AshleyStarburst1020's avatar
I'm the one at a loss of words...I swear, I know it was countable, but I really can't tell you the number of times I had to put my phone to my side, cup my face, and roll on my bed to a random direction with my hands still on my face...so much fan-girling(...even if that perverted part of "face-planting on my boobs" thing triggers my tsundere-ness XD(*^≥-≤^*) )