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Bully!Prussia X Bullied!Reader: Forgotten CH 2
You sat by yourself in the far corner of the cafeteria at an empty lunch table, absently drumming your fingers against its surface with your chin in your hand, your stomach giving off loud, impatient growls every few seconds. How you wished you had your lunch money with you at that moment and would have been able to buy at least something to keep you from being as hungry as you were now. If you had known that something like the previous incident with Gilbert was going to happen, you would have at least brought your own lunch, even if you would've risked him getting angry at the fact that you didn’t have any money.

You lifted your gaze,
JapanxMermaid!ReaderJapanxMermaid!Reader

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Kiku's hands shook as he lifted the worn wooden bucket. The precious sea water within sloshed over the sides, a few drops splattering the scuffed stone beneath his tabi socks.

It wasn't his first time preforming this duty. He had preformed the ritual countless number of times, but each time he had had his fathers critical gaze to steady his hands.

Now, however, he was alone, frightened of messing up, unsure if he would preform it correctly.

If he messed up, it would be on his head and at a terrible price, The secret his entire village strove to protect would be rui
(2P!EnglandxReader) The Brownie2P!EnglandxReader

The Brownie

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For most people cleaning is a job that is preformed quickly. A duty that is a boring necessity. For others, cleaning is a habit, something that is done at the end of every day.

For you, cleaning was nothing, mainly because you never had to. Not anymore.

Not since a Brownie had decided to make it's home in your walls.

At first you had thought that the tiny scratching noises and low chattering in the walls was a mouse. But then you noticed the small changes in your house.

Clothing you had left on the floor was suddenly clean and neatly folded on your dresser. Dishe
Prussia X Reader: Just Needed a Push
Prussia X reader – Just Needed a Push

In the warmth of the summer sun, you were having the perfect afternoon.

Lying on the wide stone ledge that bordered one of the many big fountains around your school’s campus, you found yourself smiling as you dangled one of your hands in the cool water beside you; a pleasant contrast to the heat you were soaking in from the sunshine above. In your other hand was a book, which served a dual purpose: to shield your face from the sun’s rays and to occupy your mind so that you didn’t doze off.

Unfortunately, the latter was becoming more and more of a problem as you lay beside the fo
Prince!England x Servant!Reader - Forbidden Love‘Another mundane day in the kingdom.’, thought the British prince.  He stared idly at the grand walls of the palace. He thought the day couldn’t get any duller. Then suddenly his father, the king, entered the room. “There you are, Arthur! I have been looking for you everywhere.”, the king said in a jovial tone. Arthur sighed. “What is it father?”, Arthur questioned his cheerful father. “The new servants arrive at the kingdom today.”, his father informed his son.

The prince sighed. The kingdom always got servants every few months, so this was yet another uneventful day. A messenger then en
Bath (Human Reader X Grand Highblood)A guard grabs your arm and roughly hauls you to your feet, "You have to give the grubs a bath, human."
It didn't sound so bad, there was a lot worse thing that you could be forced to do. The guard pulls you to a room quite a ways away from the cells and shoves you inside. A small bath tub sat in the middle with two grubs waiting in it. They both honk when they see you, a large smile on the smaller grub. You smile softly at them and sit down next to the tub.
"Hi, I guess I'll be cleaning you," You say with a smile before turing the water on.
Highblood's POV
I stood in the doorway, watching the (girl/boy) wash Gamzee and Kurloz. (Her/His) (hair colour) tangled hair frames (her/his) face. (She/He)'s being very gentle and patient with the grubs. (She/He) starts to dry of Gamzee when he pokes his head out of the towel and says, "Mama!"
A sad smile flys across the human's face, "I'm not your 'Mama'. I can't be. That's how it works here."
Gamzee shakes his head and points to (her/him), "
Sweet Devil!AmericaxReader - You Will Be Mine
She moved in to the house next door
Said she'd never been in love before
Tried the best she could to hide herself away

The sun was setting over the horizon behind tall buildings, but still making a beautiful twilight scene for anyone to watch.  Little birds and other critters were scurrying around the small park getting ready to settle in for the night and anyone who was still there was slowly leaving towards their destination.

But not for one being.  He was waiting and watching for something.
A pair of crystal blue eyes were keeping a sharp focus on a certain object that had caught his attention numerous times for the past few months.  His
Two Hundred Thirty Years. - America x Reader.Two hundred thirty years.

Eighty four thousand and five days.

Eighty four thousand and five days days since you passed away.

The American, now in his brown heavy bomber jacket laid the flowers on your tombstone.

Alfred vividly remember those images of the war, as if it just happened yesterday. He took out a wet towel, wiping the image of you on the tombstone, thoughts all about you and your strength.

Alfred sat on the dirt soil, shutting his eyes, leaning against your grave.

He could remember it all; clearly.

It was the year of 1775 in April. (Name) was a nurse that helped the soldiers amongst two others. You had been always willing to
How I spend my mornings Romano x Reader     I usually wake up earlier than her to prepare breakfast. She'll wake up, then still half asleep walks past the kitchen and gesture a quick hello before heading to the bathroom. The sound of the shower and the sizzling of the pan merge to make a perfect melody. She always makes it back to the kitchen before I finish making breakfast. She comes from behind and pulls my curl to tell she's there. I curse in Italian and roughly kiss her. She giggles then walks away, but not before I smack her ass. She always makes a cute face of annoyance, then takes her seat and I serve the food. We have a nice breakfast that includes dirty jokes, immature t
Italy Brothers x Reader - Punishment?!Tonight was your usual sleepover night with the Italian brothers Feliciano and Lovino. The three of you decided to have a mini movie marathon with the movies picked by the twins and you on soda and snacks (although you were against alcoholic drinks, you bought some red wine for your friends). After two movies, the twins became drowsy and they both left for bed early. Since you were a bit troubled sleeping that night, you proceeded to watch the rest of the movies to hopefully make you sleepy (btw, they brought 5 DVDs).
While you were in the middle of watching the 4th movie, you heard several loud voices inside your bedroom. You stole a glance at the wall clock in the westernmost wall and saw that the time is 12 midnight. Hmm…could it be that the two were talking? But apparently, no, ‘because you heard Feliciano cry and Lovino curse loudly so that can only mean that those two were squabbling again.
Groaning, you got up from your seat and marched up to your bedroom and opened
Lost in Italy|RomanoxReaderRomanoxReader - Lost in Italy

You knew you were absent headed, were curious and got lost easily but did you ever listen to your gut? It was a rhetorical question but I'll answer anyways. The answer is no, you never listened to your gut and alway ended up in trouble. Today was no exception, the only difference was that you did it in a completely unknown place. I should explain, well in very simple words you were lost… lost in Italy. The only thing you knew was that you were in Siena, nothing else. You might be asking yourself if she's so absent minded why didn't she just get a tour group or something of the like, well I did! But I lost
America x reader - last time
(Name) briefly wonder how she and Alfred end up in this situation, they had only going to by milk and now she was frozen with fear as a mugger stood there pointing a gun at them.  The worst thing then happened as serein’s could be heard.
BANG
“No” came a heart breaking scream.

(Name) then remembered every special memory that she had with Alfred

She remembered the first time the meet

A little fiver year girl with her (h/c) hair in pigtails sat on the ground crying, as a  five year old boy with white haired and red eyes stood above her holding a teddy bear with a (f/c)bow around it’s neck.
“Why are you crying Mä
Can You Cosplay As Humans? (Human!ReaderXEridan?)“…” You just stood there, having opened the door to reveal your ‘studio’ in shambles. It was a complete disaster. Cosplay makeup and contacts were everywhere. Of course it wasn’t really a studio it was a flat. But it did have a fantastic view of the building next to you—or more specifically its brick wall.
“No, Dave! We have to put the makeup on first so it’ll have time to dry!” The first one you noticed had short black hair that seemed to stick up in a few places, square glasses, and bright blue eyes. Egbert. You should have known that this was one of his idiotic pranks. He was le
Temporary Bliss (2p!AmericaXReader)CAUTION: SWEARING

This is the sequel to People Like You, so go read that first

It had been months since you had met the enigmatic Alfred F. Jones in the seedy bar your friends liked to frequent. Things had fallen into a routine of sorts. You would work, and go about life like normal. At night, if he failed to pick up some drunk skank at a bar, he would call you. You would let him in, and he would kiss you, and by the time you woke up in the morning, he was gone, no trace that he had ever been there in the first place.

At first, you greatly enjoyed this arrangement. You got some great sex with no strings attached, and he got a bed partner f
Pokemon Battle! (kinda) America x Reader "(f/n)"

"hmm?"

"If you were a pokemon, I'd choose you."

"Aww that's cute, Al."

"Are you a pikachu? Because you're shockingly beautiful."

"Aww thank you!"

"You're such a good catch, I think I'll use my only Masterball on you."

"That's sweet, what do you want Al?"

"You're more beautiful than a Beautifly."

"Hmm...StarMe and StarYu belong together."

"Did you use confuse ray? Cuz you're making me dizzy."

"Are you a Hitmonlee cuz your body is kickin'!"

"I think I need a Paralyze Heal because you are stunning."

"Want to register your number in my PokeNav?"

"If I were Nidoking, you would be my Nidoqueen."

"What's your f
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A Secret Little Virus - 11

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He had just been laughing. Joking. Toying around. Headphones in place and microphone recording all his words and noises. But then his computer had begun to whir. He didn’t take notice at first, just thinking it was slightly overheating. But then the noise spread. It engulfed the room. The speakers. Every piece of computer based technology whirred and the room grew hot. He panicked, screaming into his mic as it grew warmer in the room. He didn’t even get time to scream as the room was engulfed in a blinding white. His body felt like it was nothing as the warmth engulfed him, burning away at his form. It just ached and he wanted to scream.

He opened his eyes without effort and looked around. His mind was foggy and full of confusion. The area he was in was a bright blue void, empty except for himself.
“What...” White numbers danced in his vision as he turned around. His eyes widened and breath caught in his throat. That... was his room. There were strange men walking around in there, wearing body suits and using strange things. His hearing was blurred but the words “Dead” and “No body” could be heard. Cry panicked. He screamed and yelled but nobody came to his aid. He tried to talk to them again but the screen fell dark. Cry drew back, still in shock. His mind began to wander in confusion and soon he found himself drifting along in the void. He wandered into others computers, seeking answers but was chased away by the viruses. They harassed and beat him, causing white numbers to appear on his arms. It hurt him and he felt like giving up but something drove him on. There was one computer he hadn’t tried yet and so, with hesitance, he approached. Peeking through the webcam, he didn’t see anything at first until a tiny form made it into the view. Cry jumped. He was so small! The figure appeared to be about three or so inches in height. He also seemed to be crying, small tears trickling down his cheeks.
“I don’t know if anyone can hear me” The boy began. “But if you can, could you please help me? I’m so alone...” The tears started again and Cry moved closer, pressing himself against the barricade to the computer system. The voice picked up again and Cry felt his heart begin to ache.
“I’m all alone now. Miss Moore’s gone...” He trailed off and Cry moved into the system, causing the screen to beep. The smaller boy backed up and looked at the screen, reading the message that appeared.
“What is your name...?” He read aloud, mind confused before he answered. “Felix.” Another message popped up, asking him for a favour. Felix nodded and soon the two conversed more and more.
“If you help me... I’ll stay with you forever” The message read. Felix looked at it with shock. “Really?” He asked, hesitance in his tone. The speakers crackled to life with a single word that made the Swede cry for joy - “Promise”

“Does it go here?” Felix asked as he held a piece of the computer.
“I dunno” Cry responded, making Felix sigh in annoyance as he began to hook it into place.
“Does it feel right?” He asked. Cry grinned and cheered as he felt it working with his system, making it easier and easier to function.

“I have dinner!” Felix shouted as he walked back in the door. He tossed the piece of the apple into the air just as Cry shot out some electricity, cooking it somewhat. Felix caught it with a laugh and nibbled on it as Cry laughed too.

“Felix!” Cry shouted as he watched the man slump across the keyboard.
“I’m fine” He assured but pain was in his face as he clutched his sides. “Just... a little hungry” He said, eyes closing. “I’m gonna sleep it off...”
“Felix!” Cry screamed. “FELIX”

“Hang on Cry!” Felix shouted as he slammed buttons on the keyboards. The speakers were filled with indescribable noises as Cry yelped and hissed, fighting against the virus trying to infiltrate his system. Numbers and code flew by on the screens as Cry retaliated against his attacker, throwing everything he had at them. He had been beating them back but the virus had its own dirty tricks. Attacking quicker, Cry felt himself become overrun.
“Cry! Hang on! Cry!” Felix yelled. “CRY!”
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~TheAnnecolaCharrlett Feb 21, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Backstories! *flails*
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~Hinode-Of-The-Dawn Feb 21, 2013
I LOVE BACKSTORY
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*Yumichan216 Feb 21, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Aw, this makes me happy. They've been quite dependable on each other~
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~Hinode-Of-The-Dawn Feb 21, 2013
They're all they have
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~ChesireCat49 Feb 21, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Gotta love 'em backstories!
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~Hinode-Of-The-Dawn Feb 21, 2013
Sure do
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