OldAge is not what people see,Old by ~luna-nightgoddess
It is what we are to be.
Old is not a word of doom,
It is a passage of what we will be soon.
Old is just a word and phrase,
But to some it will only be a phase.
BooksSome books are for cooks,Books by ~luna-nightgoddess
Some are for fun,
Others are for brothers and sisters as one.
Some are very old,
But some are really new,
And some cant be seperated from me or from you.
Some books come in threes,
others in fives,
But most books help us to live our lives.
Some tell us stories,
Some tell us facts.
But most importantly of all is that it allways stays on track.
Some books are for cooks,
Some are for fun,
And others are just ment to be read one by one.
Pregnancythey say there is a glow,Pregnancy by ~luna-nightgoddess
most say this isnt so,
they say there is a joy,
most say this is just a ploy,
they say it will be fun,
most say it weighs a ton,
they say it will be something,
and that so far is true.
Hetalia x Abused! Depressed! Maid! Reader - p12WARNING: LOTS OF SWAERING, BLOOD AND THINGS NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNGSTERS! (not lemony things though so no worries about that :3 ) ENJOY AND READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!Hetalia x Abused! Depressed! Maid! Reader - p12 by ~ylime-cxii
Kuro drove at top speed while getting away from the 2p!Allies home. Luciano held you in his arms and stroked your hair. He smirked at you. He had a little 'surprise' for you when you arrived at his home.
He grinned to himself thinking of how you much you will scream.
This, will be way too exciting.
You all arrived at Luciano's mansion. Kuro pulled into the long cobble stone drive way. Green vines ran up the brick walls of the large home.
You were passed to Lutz, who took you inside and down to the basement. He placed you in a wooden chair and bound your wrists and ankles. Slowly but surely you began to regain consciousness. You struggled against the ropes but it did nothing.
"Good evening bella." Luciano purred in your ear
"W-what do you want fr
Hetalia x Abused! Depressed! Maid! Reader - p11WARNING: VIOLENCE AND FOUL LANGUAGE UP AHEAD! DON'T LIKE? DON'T READ!!Hetalia x Abused! Depressed! Maid! Reader - p11 by ~ylime-cxii
You awoke to your waist in a vice of tan arms. You turn slightly (and painfully) to see Al. He lay, snoring softly. He looked so calm in his sleep, so young. You took in his features. Currently closed blood red eyes, redish brown hair, and smooth, flawless tan skin.
"Mmm," Al stirred. He opened his eyes as he saw you staring. "Morning doll face. Like what you see?" he asked slyly.
You blushed and tried to move but found yourself trapped. Al carefully moved on top of you and sat on your hips. "A-Al?! W-what are you doing!?" you gulped as he ran his hands over your arms and up to your wrists, pinning them above your head. Al chuckled darkly and straddled your hips. You struggled under him. Terror could be seen clearly in your (e/c) eyes as he started trying to remove your shirt.
"I have had my eye on you since we found you in that alley way," he brought h
Hetalia x Depressed! Abused! Maid! Reader - p10Luciano cautiously picked out the shards of glass that littered your (s/c) skin. You would wince every now and then but Luciano would coo Italian phrases in your ear to make you feel better. Once all the shards were picked out, Oliver and the other burst through the door. Luckily, you still had your shirt on so no one saw your scars.Hetalia x Depressed! Abused! Maid! Reader - p10 by ~ylime-cxii
"T-thank you..." you say meekly.
"____________!!" Oliver shouted, tears in his powder blue eyes. He came over to you and held you as gently as he could. You hug him back, still shaky.
Al glared at Luciano. "Funny how you were here just in time to save the day."
Luciano grinned. "I'll be honest with you all. This girl peeks my interest. I have had my eye on ______ ever since she came to this house."
"You've been stalking me?" you say aghast.
"I wouldn't say stalking ragazza. That's so common. I prefer the phrase 'Keeping my eyes glued to you'" he smirked. You shuddered. You glanced over at the lifeless body of the man who attacked you. He had a scraggly bre