Nekoowl1

"WHERE THE BLOODY HELL IS SHE?!" Arthur Kirkland, famous pirate and captain of his own ship yelled at his men. The man feared him and kept silent. Some of the men wanted to join his crew, but most were forced. The crew kept silent and Arthur pulled out his gun. He pointed at one of the men and shot right through his head. He furrowed his brows and the now dead member fell down on the wooden deck. "If you don't want to end like him, then find her!" He yelled and went back to his room. The men immediately started to search for her. The girl that the captain wanted, a slave named ________. No one knows what kind of relationship is between those

Night softly slips her dark tendrils through the streets, creeping into every nook and cranny, caressing the late owls with a chilly breeze to remind them this is her time to reign. A small man in a red hoodie traverses the streets, his posture stiff as if he's in pain. The blonde sighs, readjusting the small bear in his arms into a more comfortable position, wincing as the movement stretches his bruises. He turns into a small walkway, approaches the door, and painfully reaches into his jeans pocket to retrieve the key. A few attempts later, and Canada enters the home he shares with France when their schedules allow. Luckily tonight is one s

Dragon!2p!America x Princess!Reader x Knight!America 1 (A/n: I don’t know that much about medieval times but I’ll try. I did some research on Google and I’m going to try and make them talk like back then. I’m not promising that it’s gonna be good. Also 2p America is half dragon half human.) Running around the kingdom, you were trying to find Sir Alfred all day but he was nowhere to be seen. You asked your sorcerer Arthur if he heard news of Sir Alfred but none whatsoever. Frantically looking, you started to give up. The only reason you were looking for the knight was because you were going to marry him soon. I

Intro ...Romano. “Feli, don’t these tomatoes belong to Romano? I don’t think we sh–” “Nonsense, _____! I’m sure fratello won’t mind if we use his tomatoes in the pasta sauce, ve~” “Are you sure? I mean, Romano really likes tomatoes…” “I’m more than sure! Now c’mon, we need to go look for a pot to boil our pasta noodles in. I forgot where I left it… I think it’s in the basement, ve…” “The basement?” “Si! Pasta can be cooked anywhere, _____! Now come with me, our basement is dark and I don’t want to go

You were greeted with the gentle, faint aroma of tea and roses once you opened the door to your English friend’s house, his spare key clutched in your hand as you peered inside. There was nothing out of the ordinary; as usual, Arthur’s house was kept in wonderful condition, with everything clean and not a speck of dust in sight. Closing the door behind you, you quickly locked it and put the key away before sighing. Arthur had called you earlier, requesting that you come over. He was bedridden at the moment, and he absolutely refused to bring over Alfred to take care of him since last time the American had tried to place a hambur

Ludwig was a cute sleeper. You’d give him that. With his peaceful expression and soft snores, he resembled a giant, huggable teddy bear; the fact that his hair was down didn’t help too much either, because it only seemed to add to the adorable look. Nonetheless, even if he did resemble a teddy bear, he definitely wasn’t acting like one – on the contrary, it was you who was acting like a teddy bear. “I’m so thirsty,” you whined pitifully, squirming around in Ludwig’s strong hold. “Lemme go, Luddy! Wake up! I wanna get some water!” The German didn’t even move, earning yet an

~Towel Kisses~ Francis watched as you carefully dabbed your wet lips against your bath towel and wiped away the stray droplets from your red lips. Normally, you wouldn’t bother with putting on lipstick, but tonight had been a special night: it was the same day five years ago when you and your husband had first met. As you continued to dry yourself, the once strong and hypnotic scent of your body wash had faded and was absorbed into the thick fabric of your towel. All the while, your husband was staring intently at your body without any distractions in between. “Francis, what are you looking at?” you teased him with an inn