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Description Police!ScotlandxReader: Lost & Far from Home



Song: Lost & Far From Home ~ Katie Costello




With her head on a pillow
And her pains tucked under the sheets~
Music playing softly
Without a steady beat~




You buried your head into the pillows of your tiny bed, hoping your tears would disappear into the matching sheets. Your MP3 was playing, though on a very low setting. It was just background noise to ignore what was really happening.


Fighting.


Loud, horrible, hateful fighting. Your parents were divorcing, and were fighting about who would keep you. Or rather, trying to shove you off onto the other.



“I want nothing to do with her! She’s just like you, annoying as hell!”



“Well I don’t want the kid either! She looks just like you, and I can’t stand that!”





The TV flickers flames of color
It ignites the room~
A black & white face
Colors escape
Heartache~
Her heartache~





You couldn't take it anymore. You HAD to get away, far away. Tears in your eyes, you turned on your black & white TV, creating the illusion you were still in the room. After packing the few things you had, you snuck out your bedroom window (it’s a one-story house) and took off running, causing the soles of your feet to burn.




She ran away, so far away~
That the streets were no longer paved with lines
The soles of her feet weren't as tough as she claimed to be~



CHORUS
She wiped her eyes, it was no surprise
That she was LOST AND FAR FROM HOME~
Strange unfamiliar signs~
Little to coincide~
However she packed her bags, and made her way
Anywhere her feet could take her~




Eventually, you found yourself standing in front of a little pub. Your shoes had fallen apart from running, you were half-frozen to death, and your stomach felt like it was caving in on itself from starvation. And it was 4 in the morning. So of course the pub was CLOSED!


’I guess…I’ll stay in the alley until it opens for breakfast…’ you sighed, dragging your feet. You slumped down next to the filthy dumpster and began to doze off, dreaming of finding a real home, a better home.




With her arm around a keepsake and her mind on her mistakes~
She climbed a hill, one of a kind
Numb to her step
She had to accept
Changed scenery, it was now clear to see
Torn petals on a flower of her past~
Memories she hoped wouldn't last~




You were having a horrible nightmare, reliving the horrible neglect your “parents” subjected you to. In the nightmare, you were climbing a big hill to escape them, even though it was making your feet numb. On the other side of it was a ruined garden. You walked into it and picked up what was left of a (fave flower).



“I just want a home…I just want a home…!” you cried, letting your emotions take hold of you. Suddenly, you felt someone…hug you?
Your eyes shot open in fear, thinking it was a pervert or something. You tried to sit up, but ended up head butting somebody’s chin.



“Ow! Damn, lass, that hurt…” you looked up to see…oh fuuuuuu-----
’A cop! He’s a cop! He isn't going to arrest me for sleeping out here is he?! He won’t send me back, will he?!’ your fear must have been present in your eyes, because the red-headed officer flashed you a smile.



“Relax, lassie, I was just gettin’ ye off the street before some creep got ye. I’m Officer Kirkland, but call me Allistor, will ye?” you looked into his eyes – deep woody green, they showed no signs of lying.



“I-I’m _______....p-please, don’t make me go back, I’ll do anything, just please don’t send me back!” you pleaded, trying to get out of his grasp. Instead of letting you go, he lifted you off the ground and carried you to his patrol car. His face showed concern, genuine worry for you.



“Send ye back? Where, lass? I just found ye in the alley holdin’ onto yer suitcase fer dear life. I’m guessing yer a runaway, _______?” he questioned in his thick, Scottish accent. You looked away in shame, giving him your answer. His face softened, and he sat you down in the passenger’s seat of his patrol car.



“We can talk back the station, alright? I’ll even treat ye to a good meal, maybe convince one o’ the female officers to lend ye some warmer clothes…” he looked at your feet “…and shoes, after we bandage yer feet up. But if yer really this desperate not t’ go back…I guess I’ll just have t’ let ye stay with me, lassie~” he winked, causing you to blush and put your seatbelt on as an excuse to hide it.




She ran away, so far away~
That the streets were no longer paved with lines
The soles of her feet weren't as tough as she claimed to be~



CHORUS




You had told Allistor everything over a big plate/bowl of (fave breakfast). He was shocked, enraged even.


’How could anyone…ANYONE hurt or abandon her?! She’s absolutely beautiful no matter how many times I look at her, but her outer beauty is nothing compared to the beauty of her heart…dammit, I sound so cliché…and why do I even feel like this?! I’m not…in love with her, am I…?’ Allistor sighed, trying to push the thoughts back. He looked up at you, now happily finishing your meal. He’d managed to convince a female CSI named Raven to loan you some clothes – a long-sleeved (2 fave colors)-striped shirt and dark grey sweatpants, but you made it look absolutely stunning.



“So…Allistor…”

’Geeze, hearing her say me name makes my heart start actin’ up…play it cool, Kirkland, you can manage that, right? No, of course not, not with those huge (e/c) eyes staring at ye! Hell, why does she have to be so damn cute?!’ he looked up though, hoping he wasn't blushing too badly.



“Yes, lass?”



“You’re not going to send me back, are you?” you asked hesitantly. He looked stunned that you’d even asked.



Hell no! If anyone tries sendin’ ye back to those people, I’ll kidnap ye myself! In fact, I sent me little brother - he’s also a cop – to question and even possibly arrest ‘em fer neglecting a minor…that being you, lassie.” You looked at him with wide eyes. He was actually going to help you! You never thought anyone would.



“But…where do I go now? Back to the streets..? Or should I stay here at the station?” the red-headed Scott seemed to think it over.



“Wait here, __________. I’m goin’ t’ ask the Chief about that real quick.” He got up and disappeared behind a door simply labeled Chief Zwingli. You crossed your fingers and waited.


A few minutes later a happy-looking Allistor Kirkland almost seemed to skip his way out of his Chief’s office, which raised a few eyebrows.



“Vhy the hell are you so peppy, older Kirkland?” a gruff-looking blonde wearing an iron cross inquired.



“He looks like the cat who ate the canary…or whatever the saying is.” A female officer with long brown hair commented.



“PASTAAAAA~!” Uh…I think that was the bicycle cop with the little curl-thing.


But Allistor ignored them all until he reached you.



“Good news an’ bad news, lass. Which do ye want first?” you gulped from nervousness.



“B-Bad news…I can take it.” The Scot actually smirked wider, confusing you.



“Yer goin’ t’ have to be the one cookin’ in the house...cookin’ ain’t in me family genes, t’ say the least. I still have nightmares ‘bout me Mum’s scones…” Your eyes widened in shock. You were going to stay with him! You didn't have to go back to your parents!



“I-If that’s the bad news, gimme the good news!” you replied happily, smiling for the first time in what felt like forever. Allistor blushed at your innocent smile, then cleared his throat.



“Me little brother, Arthur, spoke with yer folks. They put up a fight and are being booked into jail as we speak. Ye never have to see ‘em again, Lass.” You sat in stunned silence. You were…free? Forever and ever and ever?! Like you had always dreamed?!?!?!



“ThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyou a MILLION, BILLION times thank you!!!” you laughed for the first time EVER, making the Scottish red-head blush again. He was smiling too.


’For you, anything, Lass. Anything…’




With her head on a pillow
And her pains tucked under the sheets~
Music playing softly
Without a steady beat~



You laid back on Allistor’s couch/sofa, nice and comfy. Sure, it was a typical “bachelor pad”, but to you it was paradise! You had laughed when he’d seemed embarrassed by the messiness of the place, kicking a few piles of clothing out of sight.


“Oi, Lassie, it’s 10 at night, aren't ye tired?” he was out of uniform now, making you blush at the sight of his tight black tee and ripped-up jeans.



“W-Well, the whole situation still hasn't sank in quite yet…I’m still trying to figure out if this is all some dream!” you laughed nervously. He grinned, taking a long drag from his cigarette, as if thinking about something.



“I just remembered, Lass… I've only got one bed. Ye want me t’ take the sofa tonight, ‘till we get ye yer own bed?” you shook your head frantically.



“N-No, I couldn't! I’m the one intruding, and it’s not like you had any time to prepare! I’ll take the couch, you keep your bed! It’s way comfier than my old bed anyway!” he tapped his chin in consideration, then a Cheshire-esque smirk made its way onto his face. He suddenly picked you up, tossing you over his shoulder like a rag doll.



“Well then, we’ll just have t’ share, ________!” he laughed in his deep baritone voice. Your blush intensified, and you flailed in his grasp.



“A-A-A-Allistor! What the heck?! I told you, the couch is f-f-f-fine!”



“No it ain't, Lass, I've slept there before! Kills yer back, it does. C’mon, I won’t bite…unless ye ask~” you smacked his shoulder in response to that. Darn pervy yet smexy Scottish cop.

Once you got to his bedroom, you held back a laugh. It wasn't terribly messy, but there were clothes littering a corner…including a kilt.



“Is that what I think it is?” he blushed even redder than his hair.



“W-Well, I’m Scottish! And they’re a very important part of Scottish history!” you laughed sincerely, making the ginger pout.



“Relax, I know they’re important and all. I was just trying to f-figure out w-what you’d look like with it on…!” you burst out laughing again “I mean, do you even WEAR anything under that?!” he blinked, the smirk soon returning to his features.



“Would ye like t’see fer yerself, _______~?” A large, very visible blush flooded the entirety of your face.



“Y-YOU PERVERT!!!”





…without a steady beat~
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Comments: 23

Saroona0410 [2018-04-27 17:38:09 +0000 UTC]

A smexy, pervy hot-ass Scottish bastard.

I fucking like it.

This is cute. Yay.

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XcookiesXvsXmuffins [2016-08-19 11:49:13 +0000 UTC]

omg yes. pervy scotland cop~ X3

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xxLonelyStarx [2014-04-29 17:55:32 +0000 UTC]

Loved it! I've re-read it at least 5 times now, and it's still amazing!

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CIChantea [2014-03-22 06:02:28 +0000 UTC]

www.youtube.com/watch?v=60YkPP…

I would like to inform you that I am submitting this to my group songfic-readerinsert.deviantar… if you would be so kind as to accept
this was really good, I really liked it!

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AshIzEpic [2014-03-14 20:44:31 +0000 UTC]

Dat bike cop doe XD

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E-Sane [2014-02-11 12:50:00 +0000 UTC]

What a smexy, perverted bastard.

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sydpiggy1 [2013-06-08 06:24:29 +0000 UTC]

The ending. OH MY GOD THE NDING KILLED ME! XD

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EternalRavenDreamer In reply to sydpiggy1 [2013-06-27 21:39:37 +0000 UTC]

Glad I did an okay job! ^ ^

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MissPyroNeko [2013-05-08 23:35:34 +0000 UTC]

OMG NOOO!!!! YOU CAN'T END IT THERE!!!!!!!!

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SkalliOtori [2013-03-12 12:42:09 +0000 UTC]

This was wonderful! I laughed hard at the end. Awesome story!

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PrettyButUnpretty [2013-03-11 23:32:24 +0000 UTC]

*Cough* I wasn't blushing at the thought of this guy during the majority of this, nope nope nope. *cough*

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Ryu-ichi-chan [2013-03-11 13:37:51 +0000 UTC]

Love it~

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IndecisiveLyrics [2013-03-11 09:11:35 +0000 UTC]

I definitely agree. This guy seriously needs more love. Wonderful story, by the way!

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idingdongditchyou [2013-03-10 23:01:02 +0000 UTC]

Yay! A Scotty-land Fanfic!
when I saw this, I was like 'Dude, yes, freakin' Scotland is da man! and this song Freakin' yeah!'
thank you so much for making this! I love Scotland! Also, your icon of Greece is adorable!

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KoyukiZaku [2013-03-10 19:24:52 +0000 UTC]

At fisrt I thought I was like 6 then he said he was falling in love and my face went O_o then I figured out I was like 16-17 in the story so everything is okay! I love the story

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EternalRavenDreamer In reply to KoyukiZaku [2013-03-10 22:22:58 +0000 UTC]

Er, sorry, should I have noted the reader's age?

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KoyukiZaku In reply to EternalRavenDreamer [2013-03-10 23:00:57 +0000 UTC]

It's a great peice so you dont have to. It's just natural for me to assume when I see anyone as a cop that the reader is a child.

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EternalRavenDreamer In reply to KoyukiZaku [2013-03-22 23:49:02 +0000 UTC]

Ah, most CountryxChild!Readers make the country a cop or doctor or something, don't they?

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KoyukiZaku In reply to EternalRavenDreamer [2013-03-24 02:26:14 +0000 UTC]

No I've only seen a few others and none with Scotland!

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EternalRavenDreamer In reply to KoyukiZaku [2013-03-27 15:24:02 +0000 UTC]

Scotland deserves more love!

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KoyukiZaku In reply to EternalRavenDreamer [2013-03-27 22:54:37 +0000 UTC]

Dang right he does! (almost wrote dies XD )

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EternalRavenDreamer In reply to KoyukiZaku [2013-03-30 00:09:36 +0000 UTC]

NO KILLING SCOTTY! D:<

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KoyukiZaku In reply to EternalRavenDreamer [2013-03-30 00:23:40 +0000 UTC]

Hey I wouldnt kill him! Well if he messed up my room I might...

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