There once was a small child with h/L h/C who would sit and cry herself to sleep in a corner only to wake up wondering what her existence meant to herself, to her two sisters (no I'm not turning this into a Elizabeth X Zeldris so fuck off) and to her mother and..... her........ father even though when mother came to beat her again and again for merely not responding, brain only momentarily unconscious for a few minutes, every now and again everyday, but her father was always there to protect her....
Just then mother came in, a scowl oh so common on her face, a pole with the tip slightly orange from sitting in the hot coals in the fire place, shocked and scared as tears stung your eyes as a whimper escaped your mouth as she grabbed your arm and pinned you down as she drove the pole into your shoulder, screaming at you to just be NORMAL, angry at the label she desperately wanted to place under, hiccups and tears suddenly disappearing as everything came to a stand still, your mother still pressing the pole into your shoulder angered that your screams of pain quietly slipped away to be replaced by a small smile on your face as a single tear slid down your puffy cheeks...
*Unconscious brain day dream thingy* (just roll with it)
You were in a small glass box as people looked at you, suddenly a small boy with dark eyes and the most ferociously wild jet black hair that was slicked back, save a few strands to reveal his ENORMOUSLY THICC-ASS forehead which had an odd squiggle above his right eye, (idk I think this is right, oh well) his dark mysterious onyx eyes lighting up as pure joy and a small blush on his face "BROTHER SHE'S PRETTY" he started squealing as a boy with messy blonde curls with the same squiggle but on his left eye, started teasing him and pinching his cheeks....
A small smile crept into your face as you yearned to have a sibling that payed that much attention to you, your legs were wobbling as you 'gracefully' fell as you hugged your bruised and scarred legs and wept, wailing about how they displayed affection for eachother.....
*End of unconscious brain day dream thingy*By the time you came to your father had his arms around you, your mother yelling at your father "-THEN LEAVE YOU WRETCHED MAN AND DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT TAKING HER WITH YOU, WE HAVE UNFINISHED BUSINESS TO ATTEND TO..."
You blinked, finally coming to as you heard the last of what mother said, you held onto your father's shirt one last time... In a shaky voice you said "it's ok, I still have my friends from my dreams to keep me happy, I still have you to, and maybe one day they'll be real, I'll make sure of it and then, you can come back and mother will be nice again, and he will be there and his brother and we'll be a one big h-happy f-f-f-family won't we father? But by then he was already walking to the door without so much as looking back and a nod. All that was what made you keep going, your only happiness was the boys from your dream and the smile the one with dark hair had when you first saw him...
10 years later...
You were hunched in the corner with a bleeding nose, crying softly to yourself about how you missed your father and that someday he would come back and make you smile again...
a/n well is it any good? I poured my heart and soul and some memories from when I was young into this, I haven't edited it but I hope it wasn't that bad...? Anyway I hope you enjoy it as much as I have writing it!
Also shout out to weebcrackhead because they gave me the motivation to write something for once, hopefully I don't let everyone down again...
Until next time!
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her prince (ZELDRIS X READER)
Fanfiction##lemon## ##complete## Also foul language. Aaaand extreme child negligence and abuse Also an author~chan writing down her fantasies about murder. ;) You were in a small glass box as people looked at you, suddenly a small boy with dark eyes and the m...