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posted by pumpkinqueen
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Bonjour, ma chèrie!” Francis slipped a rose into your lap. “I have just returned!”


Interrupted whilst you were in the middle of your book, you exclaimed, “Oi! I was reading, you wanker!” Swatting away the handsome Frenchman, you scowled as he attempted straddling you, lips seeking yours. “Hey! Hey!” Your protests were to no avail, however, and Francis was victorious as he planted a kiss upon your flustered lips.


Immediately, you gave in and kissed him back, rivaling his passion.


Sinking deeper into you, Francis pulled back briefly to smile and say, “Aha! I have tamed the...
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posted by pumpkinqueen
by ~TheStrangerInTheFog on deviantarts


"Come on… almost….there…" you muttered to yourself, standing on the tips of your toes and stretching your arms as far as they would reach. You finally managed to hang the ornament and sighed happily, stepping down from the step-ladder. Hands on your hips, you looked up at the impressive X-mas tree festooned with ornaments of all shapes, sizes, and colors, nodding to yourself satisfactorily.
You stiffened and let out an involuntary gasp when you felt a pair of arms snake around your waist from behind. "C'est magnifique, non? Honhonhon~" you heard a...
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posted by pumpkinqueen
by ~FantasyFanatic-M on deviantarts


You never were big on the whole 'love' concept. Your parents, loving as they were towards you, went through a nasty divorce that started on the day of your 16th birthday. Your elder sister suffered through abusive/controlling boyfriends in rapid succession; you thought she was on boy number 13, at least if your numbers were correct. At least so far this guy seemed decent enough.

It wasn't that you didn't think love really existed, oh no. There were surely picture-perfect marriages out there. After all, your grandparents had been the very personification of...
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posted by pumpkinqueen
by ~TheStrangerInTheFog on deviantarts



You walked slowly in the gentle breeze, the wind whipping your (h/c) hair around your face as you took in your beautiful surroundings. The leaves were turning gold and gently floated to the ground, like little people dancing gracefully in the cold wind. You sighed contentedly; you wanted nothing more than to be doing exactly as you were everyday. However, today was an exception; every other day you were piled high with work, often times staying up into the wee hours of the morning just to finish your mounds of paperwork.
Lost in thought, you almost ran into...
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posted by riehlemarie
Once there lived a normal middle school girl, or so she thought.She had long brown hair, her eyes were green with a hint of blue. Her name is Elizabeth. Elizabeth's mother, Rebecca, was a blonde with blue eyes. Elizabeth knew where the hint of blue in her eyes came from but she didn't know how she had green in her eyes. Every now and then Elizabeth pondered about it.

So, Elizabeth asked her mother, Rebecca, Rebecca told Elizabeth that Elizabeth looked more like her father than herself. Rebecca said to Elizabeth," Lizzie," [Elizabeth's nickname] "your daddy left you and mommy for someone different."...
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posted by pumpkinqueen
by ~FailKitten on deviantarts


After having been to the meetings and begging England oh so many times to let you be some sort of personification, he finally found a place for you. He allowed you to personify his capital city of London just so long as you would leave him alone! So, feeling quite pleased with yourself and eager to help England with what he called 'foreign relations', you were immediately out of the house to talk to people.
You remembered that England wasn't very close to France all of the sudden, and felt it necessary to 'patch things up'. Just as well, you remembered that he wasn't...
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posted by pumpkinqueen
by ~animekath on deviantarts


You were trying to find the nearest pub, so you could get drunk. You had a bad day at work and you needed to forget about it.

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You soon saw a pub called Downtown...... Funny. You entered the pub, walked towards the bar and sat down. You ask for a large beer.

"Are you sure, miss?" You nodded and grabbed the drink.

After a while you heard the door slam open, you turned around and saw three guys..... Posing? One with blond hair, one with brown and one with silver? You sighed and turn back to your drink 'Great! Gay guys!' You heard people on both sides of you. You looked...
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Alright. In this fan fiction you are a teenager~ This is just a one shot that I made on my iPod at like 3 in the morning so I have no idea what's going to happen myself. Sit back relax and enjoy~
I was sitting by the river, doing nothing, all I wanted was to get away from my usually violent dad and stressed mom.. I was frightened easily, so once I heard a groan from beneath the bushes behind me I totally freaked! Looking past the bushes there I saw a shoulder length, blond haired boy about a few years older than me. I was still scared but he looked hurt. "what are you doing there?" I asked...
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posted by natle123tmm
One-Shot. Nuff said.

Your Just strolling the city after a hard days work. Avoiding strangers and especially Love. Or as your friend Francis would say... Amour~

As you enter your apartment, there Francis is.
" Haven't I told you NOT to go into my apartment with out my permission?" you say as you place your jacket down on the plush couch

"Oui, but do I listen? Non." said france grabbing your chin. You pull away. You still don't want to let Francis in your romance zone, which is, BTW empty. -.-

"why do you reject me?" he asks. You were friends with him and "the bad tough trio" as he would call it,...
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posted by pumpkinqueen
by ~LizzyisEarth on deviantarts


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You Don't Know How Many Times I've wished…
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Blonde haired was brushed to the perfect wavy look. Sapphire eyes were bright with a style that shown that he had motivation to impress the ladies. He was clad in only the most chic clothing, nothing like the clothes Alfred and Arthur wore, oh no.
Not at all.
He was a flirt; one who would flirt with just about anyone. But it was all out of the fact he felt alone. He never had anyone to stick by his side; they all eventually...
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