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You lifted your gaze,

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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.

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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

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Unfortunately, the latter was becoming more and more of a problem as you lay beside the fo

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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.
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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), "

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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

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But not for one being. He was waiting and watching for something.
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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

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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...

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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.
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His parents had invited the

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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

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(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

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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

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"Jean," Fantine whispered, her voice like a prayer, "this is our first sunset together as husband and wife."

The former convict held his love close to him, but found himself speechless (a rather common state for him to be in).

Fantine tilted her head. "You're always so quiet. You must have a thousand thoughts running through your mind." The Blonde smiled. "What are you thinking about, Jean?"

"The wedding. You," he told her, blushing as he did so.

"Us," she corrected. "It's 'us' now. And it always was."

"Always?"

"Ever since I met you as the timid Maire Madeleine."

Jean Valjean's face turned shameful. "I'm sorry we had to meet like that."

"God must have had a purpose for that, Jean. And I'm certain that it wasn't to torture you like this. Please," she added, her voice sounding a bit a desperate, "don't do this to yourself. I hate to see you like this. Your mistake was trusting the people who had me dismissed. Your mistake was believing in the goodness of others. And afterwards, you more than made up for it. You gave my little girl a father, a protector, a friend…you gave her life. Jean, you're a saint. I know you don't think you are, but you're the only one who thinks that."

Jean Valjean frowned, not understanding what Fantine was telling him.

The Blonde laughed softly. "Don't overthink it, dear," she replied, kissing his cheek.

"But…how can…I don't…why do…are you…"

"Don't hurt yourself, Jean."

"Pardon?"

"Love's not supposed to make sense. It's just supposed to be." Holding him close as they watched to last seconds of the sunset, she whispered, "Let love be."

"Of course," he nodded, before kissing her head. "Of course."

----IN THE MORNING----

"Good morning, Jean," Fantine smiled, greeting her husband with a kiss.

"Good morning," he replied, a slight blush in his cheeks. He looked at his wife, her hair unbrushed, her face unwashed, her eyes still a bit groggy, and yet she was still the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Suddenly, a thought came to him. 'This will be the first thing I see every morning for eternity.'

Jean Valjean was so overjoyed by this thought that he took Fantine by the waist, pulling her into an embrace.

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~rosepetal179 Apr 10, 2011

i love this story a lot!!! it is so beautiful!

~Spirit-Lily Apr 10, 2011 Student Writer

Glad you liked it!

~rosepetal179 Apr 10, 2011

i sure did!!!

~Shadow7Zerudahime Apr 2, 2011 Hobbyist Digital Artist

I love how Fantine's grown so wise!

~Spirit-Lily Apr 2, 2011 Student Writer

She's a clever little minx, isn't she?

~Shadow7Zerudahime Apr 2, 2011 Hobbyist Digital Artist

YUP!

~MimiMarquez16 Apr 2, 2011 Student General Artist

this great!!!

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