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Feelings fade when people change I stayed the same You ran a hand through your hair, pulling to a stop in front of Feliciano’s house. You were tired. So very tired. You couldn’t take yet another argument, so here you were. Back of the car stuff with what belongings you could pack in a day, and tears to tomorrow drying on your face. Shoving the car door open, you trudged out of it and directly to the door. Before you even had the opportunity to knock, the door flew right open. “Bella!” Feli cheered and wrapped you in a hug. “What-a are you-a doing here? Not that I mind-a, I always-a love your company~! How

AN:[This all occurs during the Revolutionary War. No romance what so ever; completely platonic. The war thing should warn you, its kind of sad...] You couldn't take it, watching the two people you loved dearest fight like this. You could only stand back as they ripped each other apart. You walked the fresh battlefield of the newest battle; your nose stung from the metallic smell of the blood which ran in rivers. Bodies lay around, from both sides. The British had technically won as they gained control of the area, but you saw more British uniforms that laid on the ground, torn and dirty. "(Name), you're here.... I'm so sorry you have to see

Matthew stared out of the window. This year has been the worst year of his life. Within a six months, he lost his mother, lost his Big Sister, and left the only home he knew. He’s been slowing adjusting but it wasn’t the home he grew up in. Artie’s house was a big smaller than his place but he cooked just as well as Maman. Alfred and him would play once in awhile but there was still a language barrier at times. But that wasn’t so bad since ______________ was helping him with his English and he had teachers who were helping him as well but still. He was homesick. And to make things worse, Francis would always be gone fo

WARNING! The following fanfic was intended to be a one-shot but ended up being too long so has been divided into three parts. Later chapters contain some implied and somewhat mild smut. And finally, this is drabble and a little cracktastic! Enjoy it if you dare! “Bonjour! I am ‘ere! Arzur~!” a certain Frenchman sang as he entered England’s home. “Ze door was unlocked so I am assuming you are ‘ome~!” Glancing ‘round, Francis’s blue eyes didn’t land on the shaggy-haired Brit stomping over to him and threatening him to leave. He called out once more but yet again no voice responded ba

It was school play season at Talia High School. This year’s theme was a classic, Romeo and Juliet and everyone in school legible to audition.  Many girls tried out for many parts, mainly the most covenant role of Juliet. Most of the boys went out for other positions like stagehands and set makers. Though there were a few boys who wanted to actually act. Alfred for instance wanted to be the Nurse. “Anything to wear a fuckin’ dress,” said Maximo. “Fuck you,” he growled. “By the way, great fuckin’ party Friday,” “Right? I didn’t think it lasted that long,” “Or how

Save the Princess 2P!FrancexReader "Back off!" you shouted at the guys approaching you. Though you talked big, in reality you were shaking as the men backed you further down the street. You tripped over a crack in the sidewalk and stumbled backwards, landing on your butt with a painful grunt. Looking up with tearful eyes that shone with fear, you watched the men as they came closer to you. Eventually, a shadow darkened the place you sat, and you squeezed your eyes shut in fear. But nothing happened. Blinking your eyes open, you noticed the shadows of the men were facing the other way as they fearfully stared up at something behind you.

A/N: PLEASE read the DESCRIPTION box for further information! Thanks! :) Angel’s Lullaby You wake up to the sound of a bawling baby over the video baby monitor at the bedside table. Evangeline was only two weeks old and she was already so opinionated for such a tiny thing. Gently tossing the warm covers off of your body you try to get up only to find an arm had been anchoring you down. A tiny smile lifts the corners of your lips as you detach yourself from the arm as carefully as you could without disturbing the man who had been spooning you earlier. Exiting your bedroom you walk across to the smaller room adjacent to the master bed

A woman stepped out of the taxi and into the cold brisk night. She stopped a very nice looking Tudor house in town. She was an intimidating woman, tall, power with flowing blonde hair, golden eyes and adorn with silver and a cloak. Her long hair was a long loose braid which swung back and forth in the cold night air. She briskly walked towards the door with large axe in her hands attached with a note. She stopped just a few yards from the porch, reared up the large axe and threw it into the door, splitting it almost in half. She turned around and walked just as fast back to the taxi as he drove off. Soon they arrived at another home. She paid