NyghtRider873

Most of the time, working in a tavern really wasn't all that bad. Plenty of customers came in from the waterfront nearby, mostly travellers. The people weren't usually that horrid, the job paid well, and hey, you even got free board in the inn upstairs! It was times like these, however, that made you rethink your place of work. "Oi, wench! Another round for the table!" A gruff voice called out to you, making you look up from your chore of cleaning the counter. "Of course, sir." You replied easily, turning to the casks of ale that were stocked behind you. Setting the glasses on a tray, you made to walk over to the table you had been called

Alfred groggily went downstairs. He didn’t know how fucking tired he was until he came in late last night. He yawned and smelt something delicious. __________ was on the couch drinking coffee and had made him breakfast. He had to admit, he loved having her living here with him. It was better than having some random cunt every week coming by and she actually worries about him. Last night when he got in, he was thrilled to have something to eat and someone play cards with. He had spent the earlier half of the night beating the shit out of, killing, and getting the fuck out of dodge. He was covered in blood and it didn’t seem to both

Pregnant! Reader X 2P! FACE Hehe-Didn’t See That Coming! Slight Cuss! Somewhat. :) GO 2P!!!!!  A small screech filled the air before going silent, the streets empty of anyone. Except for the few bodies that littered the alley, no one was about. Everyone knew to stay indoors and be still in the nightly hours. Only because of them.  The group traipsed with leisurely peace, a few snide comments shared as they headed home. It had been a rather successful raid and with weapons brandishing a layer of crimson, they had matching smiles on their faces. (Hehe..) Going through the door with a bang, France instantly went for the wine bottle c

         I groaned loudly, clutching my stomach and stumbling out of my bedroom in my shorts, T-shirts, and sock clad feet. I made my way down the hall and into the kitchen. I searched through our cabinets frantically as tears pricked at my eyes. I needed painkillers. Now! I doubled over, groaning in pain and failing to find the painkillers.         “Ludwig!” I called desperately, “where’s the Advil?” I heard heavy footsteps as I whimpered in pain. Why now of all times, did my period have to start? I hated it when the cramps got to me before I could get to the painkillers.         “Zey should be in ze cab