Prince Nuada x Reader

Hate To Remember

The toddler cried out in joy as her father picked her up and spun around. Not her real father, but her adoptive elfin parents. Her mother was at the Troll Market, picking out a present for young (Y/N)'s upcoming birthday. She was turning four years of age the next day, and her parents wanted her to have as much fun as possible.

"Are you excited for tomorrow, little one?" Her father questioned. She squealed and nodded rapidly. "Very much, Father!" Her (e/c) eyes gleamed with happiness.

They had found her as a baby, abandoned in an alley to die. They took her in without a second thought and raised her as one of their own. 

Little did (Y/N) know, her perfect, peaceful world was about to come crashing down. On the day of her fourth birthday, her home was raided by humans, and her parents were slaughtered before her eyes. She ran and ran until her little legs could no longer carry her. The new dress her Father had bought for her was caked with mud, and her hands were starting to ache from clutching the sapphire, ruby, and topaz studded bracelet from which she was gifted from her Mother. She sobbed into her palms and vowed then and there to avenge her parents by spilling the blood of those pathetic humans that ruined her life.

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(Y/N) wandered the streets of New York, living as a pickpocket and thief. No one she met understood her language, and she could not understand theirs, as she was never taught English, only Gaelic. Most shooed her away, while few others felt pity for the young girl and gave her money and food. After months of this, she finally saw beings that looked of which one would see in the Troll Market. A large red man and some sort of fish person. She ran up to them and pulled on the Demon's coat. She chittered excitedly as he looked at her strangely. He said something, but it was in that damned English. She frowned and huffed. The fish man poked his head inside of a garbage truck and an old man with curly white hair stepped out and looked at her. He approached her cautiously as if she was a wild animal. She spoke again and raised her arms in exclamation. The man's eyes widened and he firmly but gently grabbed her wrist. She allowed him to examine her bracelet as he spoke that stupid language. But he said one word she could understand. Bethmora. Her eyes lit up and she started to shake with happiness. The old human stood up and walked towards the garbage truck. He looked back at the strange girl and beckoned for her to follow. She practically skipped after him, feeling something she had lost months ago. Hope.

She never noticed the golden eyes peering at her from the shadowed alley.

Hay guyzuz!! Sry it's so short, but hey, I'm trying. I rewatched The Golden Army and realized just how much of a smexy devil Nuada is. And, of course imma write some smut up in here, so y'all best get ready! BAAAAAAAAAIIIII MAH BOOTYFUL BEOTCHES!! Little white gurl iz out!!