LadyKonyo

"Fuck... It's been four days now..." Alfred sighed as he flopped back onto his king sized bed. Having put the baby to sleep, he had time to think to himself about the raven-haired male he called his fiancé. Kiku had gone back home to the land of the rising sun, aka Japan, for what seemed to be an important meeting with his boss, leaving the American alone and bored. He carefully removed his rimless glasses and set them on the nightstand to his left, his cerulean orbs boring holes into the blank ceiling above him. He really missed the other man. He missed seeing how he would fluster so easily at a simple peck on the cheek or a loving emb

Darkness. That was the only word that sprung to your head as you opened your eyes. Instead of being met with the usual summer heat and glare of the sun, you were greeted with the exact opposite. You placed your hand in front of you but were unable to see a thing. You grunted in anger as last night's events took place in your head again. -- Pirates. They came in mass hoards, wrecking havoc on your once peaceful town. Buildings of all sorts went down as they were taken over with flames of red, yellow, and orange. You recalled screaming as the fire tore through your home. You grabbed an empty sack in the corner of your room and shoved import

The shadows from the coming night creeped in through the open windows of tiny hut and scrambled at the far wall trying to chase the receding light of day higher and higher up the far wall. The hut was empty of any sort of life, yet signs that someone had been living there were apparent. Tables around the room with littered with various objects and papers. A skull of some sort of horned animal studied the room from the only shelf, its empty sockets watching the shadows play on the wall. A light breeze blew through the open doorway, dancing through the thin ropes of the curtain that hung from the upper doorway. The room became alive with low c

You stood up from your seat and packed up your things, ready to go home. Today was a tiring day, a lot of assignments were given because we gave our teachers headaches. My classmates were so noisy earlier and they were excited for some reason. A promenade? Yes, a promenade. You felt you don't want to come this year, you were pretty sure that tons of men will ask you to dance with them. You had a horrible experience that time, as if your feet were breaking down you even had your brother carry you home. You went to your brother's classroom to fetch him. You peeked at the window. Your brother's class was still ongoing while he was just

True Love Never Dies Pirate! EnglandXPirate!Reader ~~~ Reader POV "Vee~ Leo!" My first mate called out, I looked over the railing with cake crumbs at the corner of my mouth licking off the chocolate flavoured icing off my finger. My first mate, the friendly Italian, Feliciano smiled at me from the deck "Can I-a make some pasta?" he asked as he jumped up and down, his odd curl caught my attention again. Ever since I first met him I never understood the purpose of that curl, but I shook my head to get the thought out of my mind. "Okay but remember, Feli, we have a limit on provisions" However once I had said 'okay' he was out of sight and

       "____? ____?"        You blinked, holding one hand in front of your eyes to block the sun shining straight into your eyes. When your eyes had refocused again, you found yourself standing on the deck of a wide, open ship, watching the white sails billow in the breeze.        "____? Come along now."        You turned to the left. There, just a few meters away, stood a beautiful woman with golden hair wearing a white dress, smiling a brilliant smile and holding her hand out to you. Something about

Chapter One: I am a Maid You open your eyes to the wooden ceiling, and you sit up, facing the wallpapered walls with sweet calico designs. Your bed creaks under your weight, and you glance down at your trembling hands. You hate that dream, the one of the escaping, frightened young girl. Every time, you are left as the spectator to the scene, but the thing is that you can feel everything she feels. You pull up your nightdress, revealing whitened scars on your stomach and legs. They're a hideous sight, but at least they're old. At least they don't hurt anymore. It has been six years since that incident, and your hair has being cut and has g