There were so many things that confused y/n in this world..one of them, was their parents. Mother always seemed to yell at father when he brought his beige drinks back. They didnt really smell badly, but they didnt smell good. Mother sometimes took fathers beige spouts and threw them in the bin, followed by the sound of the glass shattering. It hurt y/n's ears, but mother and father didnt seem to notice the poor child watching as their parents tore into each other. First with words, then with violence. The red water that so often decorated the floor was thick and tasted badly of iron and salt if ever it got into their mouth. Mother and father would always fight in the kitchen after the light outside the window disappeared, and funny little bugs started to sing their nightly songs. Mother would often forget about y/n, leaving them to try and grab the white blocks from the bag and try to eat. But whenever mother caught them, she was not happy. Sometimes, father came home without the smelly drinks, and sometimes, that was even worse than when he did.
When mother and father ever agreed, they seemed to agree on one thing; y/n.
They always seemed to agree they they never did anything for them, they were just another body to feed, if they ever got around the sparing enough food for them.
So, after a few weeks of father coming home without the beige spouts, he took y/n out for the first time in a long time. The dark air smelt sweet compared to the stale air of the home. But, father put them down in a stinky alleyway and told them to wait here before leaving. The child waited...and waited...and waited...
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"Curiouser yet Curiouser" DarkxChild!Reader
FanfictionIt's only been a few days since y/n was dumped on the streets and left for dead. Fortunately unfortunately, while y/n stumbled about the streets, they ran into a tall, dark haired man, who seemed curious in them. When the strange man asks them if th...
