I hope you guys enjoy this next one-shot, please be expecting more of the gory, sometimes depressing, writing from me. But do not fear, the depressing stuffs ends with happiness.
Don't worry guys, this one isn't depressing. Maybe a little in depth when I write a possible fight scene, but that's all. Also, if swearing triggers you, there MAY be one or two swears in this. But they will be blurred out for now on.
This Oneshot is merely just some playful day in the life of thugs. Which was inspired by the song up the top.
I had a immense amount of help from my brother with this one, please note he is older than me. Turning sixteen in a month and a few weeks.
How To Be A Heart Breaker © NightcoreReality
If you wish, you may play the song during your reading.
With love, I present to you...
Thug Life
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Rule number one, is that you gotta have fun,
But baby when you're done, you gotta be the first to run..
"Chalkstor, falks!" I shout, my hips swaying as I stray down the middle of the cat walk. All eyes are set on me, as I stop my straying, and place a sassy hand on my hip. A wide grin spreads across my face. All the boys cheer at the sight of their favourite 'lassy, me. My voice echoes down the wide, and quite large, alley.
Graffiti is spread wildly across the dark red and gray, bricked walls of the buildings surrounding the alley. The glowing night sky sits above us, moonlight shinning down and reflecting on my form.
I had my name carved into the great walls of each, famous thuglley. A thuglley is what we call 'Thug claimed alleys'.
My reputation continues to proceed me, as each and every night more and more thugs file into my most famous thuglley. Up on the most biggest wall in all thuglleys, shaded a beautiful f/c and outlined in a shadowy black, is graffitied my name.
"So, boys. What man has tried to sell me off today, hm?" My tough, but angelic voice echoes throughout the cheers of the thugs, making them quiet down. Shuffling commences everywhere, and what looks to be the most handsome bloke I've ever seen is pushed out.
He has shimmering grassy green eyes, gazed brown hair, shaping his beautiful face perfectly, and I know everyone says no one is perfect. But yaw'ie! If they say this boy, they'd think otherwise.
"Yaw'ie! Boys, you sure know how to find the prettiest men around, 'Ye?" A loud cheering comes from the fellow thugs, and I let out the most angelic laugh that I've been known for. The cheers of the thugs become louder, to the point where I have to quiet them down with a whistle.
Walking down the cat walk, I place a hand on the boys chin, lifting his pretty face to mine. I let a sparkling grin out, my most mischievous one yet, and I ask of the boys name.
"M'am, we believe his name is Vylad." One of my trusty companions say, and I let out another laugh. Refocusing on the boy, 'Vylad', I smile. With my free hand, I gently stroke his cheek, seeing him shiver under my touch.
With a hushed and soft voice, I say, "Pleased to meet 'Cha..Vylad," I place a sweet and soft kiss to his temple, and see his face redden more by the bliss my lips leave on his temple, "Folks around here call me Proche'tt..but my names Y/n." «Proche'tt is a word in a dictionary Jay and I made, it's our personal language. Proche'tt 'To be fierce, strong, and undeniably charming.' By now, you should understand why I picked that for your known nickname.»
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Final Battle (Vylad X Reader)
Fanfic~~~###~~~ It was Vylad and Y/n. The two who have known each other for oh-so-long. But when the two's love for each other grows- it'll start to crumble. Being questioned as the days go by. This goes on for days, weeks, months, heck even years. But wi...
