Kawaiiitalian1

 “Stupid girl, this is the wrong beer!” A beer bottle smashed against the wall as you ducked in cover. The man you knew as your father stood towering of your four year old self. “I take you in. Put a roof over your head and give you clothing and this is how you repay me?” His hand flew down as you dodged it. He hated it when you dodged even if it was a reflex. He took a strong hold of your small arm and swing again, harder this time for dodging the first one. The hit was so hard it sent you to the floor. “______ you can’t do anything right!” “I tried.” You said through your tears as you

A/N- Well I havent updated in a while.. I'm not dead at least I don't think  So sorry about that, but I had some schoolwork that needed desperate attention! Anyways, enjoy! I also wrote this at midnight so this is basically a crackfic what whatever I'm bored as fuck. ~~~ "So the puffin is magical because you enchanted it?" You clarified; your nose sounded weird from the cast it had. "Pretty much." Lukas had been telling you all about his whimsical books filled with magical charms. Apparently, Mr. Puffin was a gift for Emil when he was a wee little lad. Being the incredibly creative boy that he his, the Icelander named him 'Mr. Puffin." A

You warily got down from the rather tall bed after you heard shuffling in the halls. You didn't get a wink of sleep last night. How could you? With all that has happened? You slowly opened the bedroom door and peek outside. You couldn't see anyone in the hall; and the bedroom doors were closed. Must've been the dog, you thought; quietly shutting the door. After looking at your pocket watch, it had read 5:23. You sighed and took a seat on your bed and push the curtains back. The sky was still painted a pitch black and the evergreen trees swayed ever-so slightly. You reminisced about the happier days.. ~~~Le Flashback~~~ Your little hands pi

You watched as your coward of a father run away shouting profanities at you. All you did was let the tears run down your face. You wiped a bit of the blood from your nose, but immediately regretted it, for the surge of pain that attacked your nose made you flinch backwards. "Hey, are you OK?" Asked a man with a... Puffin.. On his shoulder? You nodded, then mentally kicked yourself. Your hand still lightly held your nose and blood was still pouring out of your nostrils. The tall guy put a hand on your shoulder and started walking forward, propping you against him. You really didn't want to go with them, but it's not like you had a choice.