you can be my daddy (Bowspam)

you can be my daddy (Bowspam)

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grabbed me by the ribbon in my hair life rocked me Ulta softly - Lana del Ray the night after the election for l'manburg was torture for Tommy, embarrassed and cold, beaten and betrayed, but above it all, he was in a state of woe. He just wanted a hug maybe a kiss on the forehead like he was nine just starting to fight for l'manburg, but he can't get that he can't have that... But hey there's Dream, Dream can take care of this poor little orphan boy wanting his daddy~ :) I'm bad at descriptions, sorry
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Most people dream of being a royal, having a lavish lifestyle of endless jewellery and warm clothes, I also have that dream. Unfortunately, I don't that those luxuries. I am just me, and that is Y/n. But does saving a boy from being wrecked by some gang on the streets flip my whole life upside down? Just read and I guess you will find out. Prince Tommy lead me into a rather large dining room. The walls are dark and strong but elegant, decorated with family portraits framed in a shimming gold frame. Long, dark green curtains draped over the glass strained windows, painted with yellow and red patterns. On the thick, dark wooded table, soft cloth and painted china are placed to served to specially made food. Grabbing my eyes was a thick Hanukkah bush dangling from the impressive chandelier emitting light. There was a grand fireplace decorated with intertwining squiggles giving the warmth so many desire. Some would say this is a paradise and I would agree. "Dadza, you must meet this woman who saved me from a savage group of criminals!" vocalised Prince Tommy. "Tommy you are so dramatic" the kind sighed "And thank you young maiden" King Philza added before glancing at me. When the King studied me a look of shock or was it horror, I couldn't tell, washed over his ageing face. "What is your name, young lady?" King Philza questioned. "My name is Y/n L/n sir" I replied.

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