BTLG - Marked Destiny - Scotland x Reader

“Rrrrruuuuuuhh”

 

*La la laaaaa*

You stirred from your sleep. “Uh?”

*Laaaa la laa la la*

The soft grass under your fingers tips gently pushed you up.

‘Am I in a dream?’ your mind questioned. Your body was righted up. At first you struggled with your footing until without further assistance, you stood on your own.

“_________~” a cooing voice said.

The world felt slow. “Huh?” Your eyelids still felt heavy. “Who is that? Mom? Dad?”

“Oh _______ let me sing a song for you~”

Slowly as if your body had a mind of its own, it walked in a particular direction. ‘Where am I going?’ You couldn’t turn your head. Green trees surrounded you. Your bare feet expertly moved around sharp rocks and roots but you were not consciously moving them. ‘My body…it feels like I have no control…’

“_______ you will just love this song~”

“How do you know my… name?” You yawned. “Why am I so sleepy….who are you?”

“Dearest _______.” the voice said. “Come closer to me…” Your body stopped in front of a huge tree. It had roots sticking out everywhere. Soon roots shot up and tangled your body in it.

In alarm you screamed and snapped from your daze. “L-Let go of ME!” You bit the root and cursed until the tree started singing.

*La la la* Your struggling ceased.

*Laaaa la laaaa* Your body went limp and all you could do was stare wide eyed like an entranced child.

“There there _______.” One of the roots petted your head. “See it’s not hard to give into me~” It quickly slashed your hand and a shot of cold pain flashed through you.

You stared blankly back at the talking tree. Your mind in the meanwhile was screaming. ‘Why can’t I move!? It’s like my body is possessed! That singing…it sounds like a lullaby. But why- no what is this thing?!’

The tree continued talking, “That’s right don’t struggle; that way the next part won’t be as painful,”

Your eyes widened when the tree sang again except this time you felt you were being drained.

And it wasn’t only your memories being drained away….

It was also your life force.

 

~~~Timeskip Of Scotland Wearing A Kilt…Only a Kilt….. That’s Right Let That Image Sink In~~~~~~~~~

 

Scotland was drinking whiskey and having dinner alone in the company of his own house.

He had fight with Arthur…again. Usually his other brothers would back Allistor up but this time they took Iggy’s side!

It was unbelievable. Even the end of the world was more believable than that.

In anger and hurt, he took a swig from one of his expensive whiskeys. He didn’t even use a cup. He drank straight from the bottle.

‘Maybe I can visit Nessie after this,’ he thought.

Mid-sip a strange sensation struck his brain. In shock he dropped the glass bottle.

*Crash!*

“Damn!” he cursed. His whiskey and broken glass littered the wooden floor. He wondered what on earth happened to make him drop his precious beverage.

As he was about to pick up one of the glass pieces, the same sensation racked his brain except this time it carried images.

A girl of [s/c] skin and [h/c] hair in a ponytail was walking hypnotized in a forest.

It was as if he was walking next to her. ‘The f*ck is this?’ he thought. But curiosity got the better of him and he followed.

The girl was agile. She missed every dangerous root and crevice in her way…but the strangest thing was that her gaze never traveled to her feet; it always focused hard on something straight ahead.

‘Why the hell am I seeing this girl?’ Allistor’s patience was wearing thin. He didn’t understand why he was having an out-of-body experience watching some random girl.

Finally in what seemed like forever, she stopped. She stopped in front of some tree.

Immediately Scotland felt really terrible vibes emanate from the tree. Something bad was going to happen. ‘Don’t go near,’ he mentally said.

Of course the girl couldn’t hear him. She stepped forward. ‘Bampot lass, LEAVE!’ he bellowed.

Quickly roots shot up and grabbed her. She screamed. ‘You f*cking should have ran-!‘ he yelled but he cut off. What happened next shocked him.

The tree once again started singing and the girl stopped struggling. Her [e/c] eyes stared hypnotized while the tree wrapped one of its roots around her head like a crown. Another root wrapped around her hand.  As the singing became louder, the roots started glowing and the girl started twitching. ’Nae’ Pretty soon her whole body did wild convulsions and her eyes started to roll back. ‘Lass!?’ The veins in her eyes started to pop and then-

*woosh!* Just like that Allistor was back in his body.

He stared at the broken glass of his feet and the small cut on his hand. He lifted his hand to his face bewildered. A small drop of blood slid into his palm and then the surge of memory of the girl he saw crashed into his mind.

His heart lurched.

Before he knew it he launched out of his chair and ran out the front door.

In a few seconds, he reached the forest and delved deep into it. He didn’t know how but he knew where you were.

The tree still held you in its death grip and your body finally stopped twitching.

The tree giggled. “Almost done with the process ______~”

You couldn’t respond. All you could do was stare expressionlessly and do nothing.

Scotland saw the scene and got pissed. What the f*ck did this tree think it was? Some sort of god that could harm defenseless girls?

“Eh!”

The tree momentarily stopped chortling and sucking your life. “Hm?”

“Geit yar goddamn hands- erm- roots off o her ya ugly bush!” He ran to you and kicked the roots.

The tree growled. “I don’t like being belittled.”

*whack!*

One of the roots lashed out at him and hit Allistor straight in the gut. “Umpf!”

 The tree laughed. “Haha ha~ Stupid boy.”

When the tree’s concentration broke from you, you momentarily regained control of yourself. Your body felt weak but that didn’t stop you from escaping this hell. In pain, you wiggled around and slipped free. 

But the tree wanted your life badly. Soon a tree root once again snatched you. “Nuh uh uh ________. We have some unfinished business,” The grip of the vise tightened and you whimpered. “Now where were we? Oh yes taking your lif- AHHH!”

Allistor lit a cigar and smirked. As the tree realized what he was going to do, he and threw it to one of the tree’s branches. It immediately caught fire and spread to most of the tree.

In agony the tree released you and you fell to the ground in a heap.

Roots flew everywhere and tried to extinguish the fire on the tree. Meanwhile, one of the branches was about to fall on top of your nearly lifeless body. Allistor saw this and in the nick of time he grabbed you and dodged the flaming branch.

The fire he created quickly spread to the surrounding trees. As he was about to run outta there with you in tow, a root grabbed his foot.

“The f*ck!”

“You shall not run away! _______ is mine!” the tree demonically screeched. “I will have her!”

Allistor kicked his foot and the root snapped. Before he ran to save both your lives, he said, “Burn wi (with) the flames, b*tch.”

He turned and ran all the way to his house while the screams of the evil tree echoed in the forest.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~Timeskip Of You Snuggling Up Against the Pecs of Allistor~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

The first sound you heard was the distant sound of a television.

You thought you were back in your house.  ‘I must have left the television on again’ Feeling around, you felt you were under some blankets. ‘I must have gone to bed…but I had the strangest dream- wait what was it again?’

Blam! A flashback to a singing tree and mental screams tore through your mind. In utter disbelief, you fell out of the bed. “O-Ow,” you rubbed your behind.

You searched your mind to find out what happened. All you could remember was brief flashes of images and sounds; Pain. Singing. Roots. Screams. Flames. Red Hair. Warmth. Security. Support. Safe.

“Red hair?... Safe? ” you questioned. Then from your peripheral view, you thought you saw a shadow move. Desperately you searched for a light switch. You couldn’t quite remember why but you were petrified if the shadow touched you; you just knew you would die.

Finally finding one, you flipped it on.

Warm golden light filled the room making the shadows recede. You sighed in relief.

Slowly you opened your eyes and blinked. ‘What this isn’t my room!?’

No it wasn’t. The Scottish Flag from the opposite side of the room greeted you. Blue and white covered most areas of the room and the now-messed-up-blankets on top of his bed. When you looked to the side, you saw his desk had a box load of unlit cigars.

In curiosity you touched one and sniffed it and then realization of whose room this was made you drop the cigar.

“I-I-I’m in Allistor’s room!?” you shrieked. You then clamped your mouth shut when you heard movement outside. In horror, you turned off the light despite your fear.

After waiting a few minutes, the sound of movement near the door left.

Breathing heavily in and out, you inched toward the closed door and faintly opened it. Looking through the crack, all you saw was a long corridor.

Getting braver, you opened the door more.

Upon seeing no one, you gingerly stepped into the hallway. Taking a step forward, you almost fell. Thankfully you bit your tongue so as to not scream. You gripped the wall for support. ‘I wonder why I feel so drained?’ You took another wobbly step forward. ‘Strange…well I have to cope with this’ Quietly like a ninja, you made it to the end of the hallway without making a sound.

Poking your head out from behind the wall’s end, you saw Scotland watching the news.

You blushed. ‘Allistor is real!? And he’s so hawt!’

Yes Allistor Kirkland was sitting down in front of you with messy cherry red hair sticking out every which way. Pale creamy skin perfectly contrasted his hair. His thick eyebrows were furrowed while his emerald green eyes focused on the television screen as if to find a hidden secret within its messages. In his mouth was a lit cigar with little tendrils of smoke coming out of it.

You wiggled your nose from the smoke. It tickled your nostrils from the inside, making you want to sneeze.

With all your might you tried not to sneeze, but the moment you felt the sensation leave you sneezed!

Taken from his trance from the TV, his eyes trained onto yours.

You squeaked and hid behind the wall.

“I’m nae going tae hurt ya, lass.” (I’m not going to hurt you). By now he got out from his seat and went over to you.

You peeked your head out from behind the wall again like a frightened kitten. “A-Allistor?” As if to affirm he was real and not a hallucination, you briefly touched his chest and hid behind the wall again.

Puzzled at your action and you knowing his name he asked, “Ay that’s ma name. Hou dae ya know it?” He stepped closer to you and you took a step back. He huffed in annoyance.

“I-I remember you from somewhere but it’s a bit fuzzy. Can you tell me how I got here?”

He was shocked. “Ya daen’t remember what happened?!”

You shook your head. “Why? Did something awful happen?”

Allistor was confused. ‘Is she messing with me?’ He took a step toward you before you can step back he took one of your hands.

“What are you doing?!”

“Relax ______.” He was unwrapping a bandage from your hand.

‘Weird I didn’t know that was there?’ You looked to him blushing. His hand was softly cupping yours; treating you like you were a porcelain doll. “How do you know my name? Why do I have a bandage?”

He shrugged, “The demented tree said it.”

Your eyes furrowed, “The tree?” The images of a singing tree choking you flashed into your mind. A shot of cold went through you.

Allistor unwrapped the bandage and showed you your hand. “This is what the tree left ya wi (with)”

Looking in your hand, you saw a stitched up slash and a peculiar looking mark. It was shaped like a tree with some type of aquatic dinosaur in its leaves.

“Strange…” You gave a nervous laugh. “If I didn’t know any better this looking like a tree with the Loch Ness monster in the leaves.”

Allistor studied you. Though he would never admit it due to his stubborn nature, he was totally lost as to why you had the similar marking of Nessie that he had. Minus the tree, he had the same marking on his left pectoral.

You looked to him and immediately cowered. His concentrated stare on you was more than a little intimidating. “Uh are you angry?” you enquired.

Noticing he was alarming you, he looked away from you and shook his head. Thinking of something to say he gruffly asked, “Ya hungry?”

Baffled by his question, you nodded, “Yeah.”

You followed him to the dining room, he made you sit down and set down a plate of what looked like smoked fish. In interest you said, “What is this?”

He sat back down on the couch next to the TV and replied, “Arbroath smokie.”

“O-Oh sounds good” You used your fork to cut a piece and put it in your mouth. It tasted great!

You saw the back of his head nod while he continued watching the news.

A few minutes of quiet hung between the two of you. You listened to the news and heard a wildfire that was caused several hours earlier was extinguished by some unknown force before authorities could arrive. A female reporter said, “We might never know what or who caused this fire but it seems like the fire dissipated in its own. Now back to you Owen.”

‘How can a fire extinguish itself?’ you thought.

“It doesn’t.”

You jumped from your seat in hearing Allistor’s masculine voice. You hadn’t realized you spoke your thoughts out loud. “Of course not! But I wonder who would be evil enough to cause a forest fire in the first place?”

Scotland’s cat-like eyes narrowed. “I caused the fire.”

‘Well sh*t’ you gulped. “W-What?”

“I caused it tae save ya.” A slight blush formed on his cheeks but he didn’t dare look away from you.

Staring at him you said, “Why on e-earth would you do that f-for me?”

He got up and moved over to you. You looked to him. Picking his cigar from his mouth and dropping it into an empty glass cup he breathed, “Because…I couldn’t leave ya behind.” He grabbed your hand with the mark and held it to his left pec. The color on your face matched his scarlet hair.

He breathed in and out raggedly. He closed his eyes and the grip on your hand tightened. Why did he feel so strongly for you? What would compel him to protect you at the cost of his own life? And most of all, why did he get a vision of you before he actually met you?

‘Is this fate?’ he thought. He slowly opened his eyes to find your [e/c] orbs looking back to him in wonder. ‘It can’t be a coincidence’ He thought back to your amnesia. ‘Seems like this lass will have to stay with me….f*ck I can practically hear my brothers teasing me.’

You, at the same time, thought about what the tree took from you and what it indirectly gave: him. ‘A savior.’ You looked to him still holding your hand. ‘Maybe I can do something to say thanks?’ You blushed. ‘I hope I don’t come off as slutty!’

You cleared your throat. “Allistor?” His full attention was to you (not that it ever left). You kissed his cheek as his body tensed you quickly said, “I wanted to say that thank you for saving me, Alli, and that I promise to repay the debt!” Taking in a deep breath, and nervously looked back to him.

Seconds ticked by and when you felt you mortally f*cked up, Scotland started laughing.

“W-Why are you laughing?”

He kept laughing that tears threatened to come from his eyes. After his fit, he calmed down enough to say, “You are strange lass” He brought you close to him and whispered, “Daen’t worry ya will repay yar debt tae me soon enough~”

“H-How may I ask?” The dirty thoughts in your mind surfaced before you could push them down.

He smirked like he knew what you were thinking. Letting go of you he responded, “Ya are coming tae the World Meeting wi me tomorrow….wi or wiout force.”

Your mouth hung open. ‘Does he know how wrong that sounds?’

He grinned. Slapping your butt, he said, “Time tae go tae bed lass, we got an early mornin.”

You protested when he slapped your butt and threw a couch pillow at him. Of course he ducked in time and you left to the room you were previously in. “Goodnight to you too undercover pervert~”

You waited until he went into another room to scream in glee. You rubbed your butt and thought you felt his handprint on it. Then looking to your Nessie mark you murmured, “I suffered to get this mark.” The brief flashes of the tree flickered in your head but you focused on the good things. You met your love and you got to kiss him! That mirror did grant wishes to the full extent!

You slowly dropped your body to the bed and smiled.

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?”