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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
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
(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
Commission - Germany x Reader : FatherhoodLudwig just stared at the little white stick that had changed his life forever. His beloved [Name] was pregnant ... and he wasn't sure if he was even ready to become a father. He had no idea who to turn to for advice. He couldn't ask Feliciano, because he would just squeal and tell everyone about the baby ... Ludwig couldn't ask Kiku, because he didn't like being touched ... and Ludwig couldn't ask his older brother Gilbert because he was a douche and ran away from marriage at every given opportunity. So what was Ludwig supposed to do?
"West? ... Hey, West!"
Gilbert managed to snap Ludwig out of his thoughts, which on this occasion was a good
The one you can trust || Pleading!France x Reader
So please don't judge me
And I wont judge you
Cause it could get ugly
Before it get's beautiful
Please don't judge me
And I wont judge you
And if you love me
Then let it be beautiful...

–

You're hearing rumors about me
And you can't stomach the thought
Of someone touchin' my body
When you're so close to my heart
I won't deny what they're sayin'
Because most of it is true
But it was all before I fell for you
So please babe.

Francis eyes were filled with tears, yet he was refusing to set those salty pearls free.
He always knew that this day would come; the day when you would find out those things about him.
His parents had invited the
SwedenxHuldra!ReaderSwedenxHuldra!Reader

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Picking the large bag of coal up, Berwald nodded to the trader and began his long walk back home. Living in the forest wasn't easy, but it was peaceful, the way he liked it.

Although he could survive with out coal, he always bought a bag before the snow season, in case his wood pile ran out. (It wouldn't, he was the best wood cutter within a fifty mile radius. The coal was a precaution.)

The route leading to his small secluded cabin was long and winding. A silent trip that lead to long bouts of thinking. Berwald didn't mind, it was his way of life, just as hunting deer and bui
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
RomaniaxReader - Accidents
“Vlad?” you call, walking into the house that has been left open for you. Today, you’ve been invited round to the Romanian’s house to hang out for the day because he had something to tell you, which you eagerly accepted, of course. Having a crush on him means you’d like to spend as much time with his as you can.
“Hey, ________,” Vlad replies, “I’m in the lounge.”
You make your way through and grin at him when you see him sat with a bunch of glass bottles full of random liquid in front of him.
“What are you doing?” you ask.
“Oh, nothing really. Here, give me a hand to move this s
Mafia!Romano x Tomboy!Reader. Only One. Ch 1.'Breaking news! John and Daisy (l/n), the CEO's of Star industries, have announced their new heir of the company. Haley (l/n). They announced it this last night.'
     Being the average New Yorker, You calmly drank your coffee and watched the news. 
'Isnt this darling just adorable. According to our sources, she will inherit the company on her 21st birthday. Her congratulatory gala is tomorrow night and we'll be-'
    You didn't listen to rest of it. You grabbed the rest of your pastry and left the money on the counter. After pulling your hoodie on and grabbing your skateboard, you made your way out.
    You set your skateboard on the ground and made your way to your collage. You dodged people and cars. You nearly ran into some old lady.
    "Watch where your going young man!" she screeched at you. 
    "I'm a girl." you mumbled to yourself. you only concentrated to get to collage on time.
  &
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
Daddy! France x Mommy! Reader x Baby! Canada--You woke up to the cry of your little baby, Matthew he was only two weeks old and one of the best things to happen to you, the other being your husband of three years Francis.
You turn to face your husband who was knocked out. You slowly got out of bed, drained of sleep and kissed your husband soft cheek, the crying got slightly louder, you rushed to the nursery when you got there, you dashed to the infant's side.
"Shhh, it's okay mommy's here," you said to the whimpering child while brushing his hair away from his face, trying to avoid contact with his curl. You cradled Matthew in your arms, ever so gently you began to sing his favorite lul
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
Never Too Late 04 [Agent!Norway x Agent!Reader]
Warning: Minor language

Chapter 04: No Lovers Allowed

Arthur's POV:

Francis just gave you another pleading look. God, it's so annoying. You just had to lead him back to his room. Whatever he meant, you'll be watching this 'show' of his. And at the moment you entered, your eyes quickly darted to the window, having the perfect view. No wonder why Francis wanted it so bad. That bloody git.

You quickly grabbed your phone.

Your POV:

You were tired. It's not like you do any of this like the usual. You've never kissed anyone like that. You've never imagined yourself for doing something like that non-stop, almost for non-stop. There was no reas
[APH] Strip Poker - PrussiaxReaderA sigh escaped her lips as the voice rang out in her head. Pulling the phone back, she chuckled. Her crazy best friend always knew when she was bored, and could find any way to fix it. She looked outside the window, making sure he wasn’t already there. Grinning, she put the phone back to her ear.

“Gilbert, why is it you are calling again?”

“Kesesese! I told you I want to play a game! I’m coming over, okay?” Before she could respond, the line went dead.

(Name) tidied up the house, making sure it was spotless. She hated it when he came over and it wasn’t clean. She felt like it would make her seem di
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36. Triangle

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36. Triangle
“So what we have here is a sort of twisted love triangle,” Ginny said the Parvati and Lavender.
“It’s really a square if you count your brother,” Parvati reminded her.
“Yeah… well… I never thought he was her type.  Not enough brains for her.”
“But Draco does,” Lavender said.
“Does Krum?”
“I think so.  He must.  He was a champion,” Ginny said.
“And they’re both so cute!” Lavender giggled.
“I don’t know if I’d call Krum ‘cute’.”
“But he is good looking, and so debonair and strong!”
The girls giggled as Lavender pretended to swoon.
“Hermione has all the luck.”
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My second drabble! (Drabbles are harder than I thought!) I support Draco/Hermione and Krum/Hermione.

The Ginny, Lavender, and Pavarti are up in one of the girls' rooms, gossiping about Hermione's love life.

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