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(y/n) was slowly gaining conscious and her surroundings were beginning to gain form. She was in some kind of basement, laying on top of a dirty old mattress. Pushing herself up to a sitting position, the (h/c) haired woman looked around the room. There was a flight of stairs that lead to a door, and she had a feeling they were closed. Other than her, the mattress and a raggedy piece of cloth, there was nothing else in the room. (y/n) was trying to remember how she might've ended up here, but there wasn't much she could remember. She remembered going out to lunch with some friends and was on her way back to the car. There was a faint memory o

"W-who are you?" Your stepmother asked, watching with wide eyes as the two men walked into her house after kicking in the door. "I am Captain Antonio Fernandez Carriedo." The Spaniard said, giving the woman a deadly smile. "I am here to let you know that I will be taking (y/n) off of your hands." "W-what?" "Lovino go and get the rest of (y/n)'s things. I would like to talk to this Madame alone." Lovino nodded, telling you to lead the way. You smiled at your stepmother, grateful she was letting you be a pirate before leading Lovino to where your things were kept, leaving your future captain with alone with your mom. Once you were standing

(y/n) was home alone for the majority of the day and was lounging on the couch watching some TV when her husband Feliciano walked in. He didn't offer her a hello as he walked in, instead he walked straight past the living room and up the stairs. While (y/n) found his behavior strange, she didn't question it. Maybe he had to use the restroom or something. With those thoughts she turned her attention back to the TV. It wasn't until almost a minute later that she heard a loud crash from upstairs and a bunch of curses being thrown about. It had to be Romano, no one else had that kind of tongue on them, but the crash caught (y/n)'s curiosity and

There was something different about Francis that (y/n) found unsettling. She had come home after a day out with some of her friends to find her usually bubbly husband quietly sitting on the couch watching TV. The thing that surprised her the most was the cigarette held between his fingers. Francis had quit smoking long before he met her, and she knew that he would never smoke around her now so this was a strange sight. "Fr-Francis?" She called out to the blond hesitantly. The atmosphere in the room was heavy and she didn't feel comfortable at all. Her response from the blond was nothing but a grunt and made her much more suspicious and wary.

(y/n) was packing up her papers for the day, being mindful of the cup of tea sitting on her table. She was at Artie's bakery on a Saturday, which was unusual for her, but she didn't want to be at home at the moment. Due to certain events she didn't feel comfortable there, so she picked up some ungraded work and took the fifteen minute walk to the bakery. After a cheerful greeting from Artie she was given some food and left alone while Artie baked more treats or worked with customers. She couldn't focus on the words in front of her, her mind too stressed and she wasn't sure what to do. Running a hand through her messy hair (y/n) took a sip of

"I know we've put this off for a very long time Arthur, but I think we should go find out the sex of our baby." Green eyes met (e/c) over the small table they were having dinner on. Blond brows rose at the sudden suggestion, he was not expecting this. "But I thought we were going to let it be a surprise love." "I know but we have to get ready for the baby now, it's only a few months away and I don't think we would want to pick out cribs and toys after it's born. What are we going to do if Alfred gives us nothing but blue things if it's a girl?" (y/n) also wanted the baby to be a surprise but after spending an evening with her mom and best f

“(y/n)!” The sound of her front door being pounded on broke the girl’s concentration. “ARE YOU THERE!” (y/n) let out a groan as the familiar voice reached her ears, she didn’t want to see anyone today, especially not the person pounding on her door. “(y/n)!” Knowing that the persons would most likely break down her door if she didn’t answer it, (y/n) got up from her desk and walked to her front door. Just as she expected standing on the other side was Ludwig, "Hey." She greeted, giving the taller male a small smile. A quick look at him told her he had just finished training for the day.

"Come on (y/n)!" Alfred yelled up the stairs, impatience flowing like a river from him. "I'm almost done!" Came the reply. "You said that ten minutes ago!" (y/n) rolled her eyes at her husbands impatience but turned her attention back to the task at hand. She had finished putting on a costume for a Halloween party they were going to, she was just finishing up on the makeup that went along with the costume. The costume was a surprise for more than just the guests at the party, but also for Alfred. She had been very careful in ordering and hiding the costume, not wanting him to find it too early. Putting down the bright red lipstick (y/n) ga

"It's been half a day (y/n), you need to get out of bed." Antonio said, tugging at the blanket that was wrapped around his girlfriends form. "It's the weekend, Toni, leave me alone." She groaned from underneath the covers, resisting his attempts to take her blanket off of her. The Spaniard stared down at her, trying to decide what he could do to get her to come out. He walked her home Friday night and after almost spending the night with her he got a phone call and had to leave. Reluctantly he left and then came Saturday; with not a single call or text from (y/n) he got a bit concerned but he didn't think much of it, seeing as he was busy w

(Y/n) looked up into the familiar green eyes of her husband, but the only problem was this wasn't her husband. The man standing before her looking like Arthur, sounded like Arthur and even felt like Arthur, but it wasn't him, at least not the one she remembered. A hand reached out and cupped her cheek, a calloused thumb caressing her cheek. "Who are you love?" He asked, his voice no louder than a whisper but enough to display the fact that he was in charge, that he had power. It made goosebumps rise on (y/n)'s flesh. "I may be a gentleman my dear, I am not known for my patience. Tell me. Who are you?" "I...I'm (y/n)." She managed to say, he