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A/N: Okay hello yes this was prose that I have written a long time ago with a fantroll, I have changed it up to be a reader insert but I will not change the plot for the most part. A part two was requested so here you go. Warning: Implied redrom with the Helmsman/Psiioniic. He turns around with a triumphant grin and kneels down before her so he's eye level with the small female. "(Y/N), a lovely name for a lovely lass. I'm known as Cronus to those whom I consider close, you may call me such. Or if you do not prefer that, you may call me Dualscar." He rises to his feet once again towering over her. Her fingers move up to tug on his sleeve bef

After slipping into the gorgeous dress you pull your hair out of the ponytail it had been in and nervously strap the heels on. You couldn't do this. You barely knew her or the Baltics or Ukraine or Russia and now you had to dine with them? America had to be kidding! You've always been a loud American girl with some weird "perks". As you finished with the other heel your stomach started to churn with butterflies. Ignoring the mirror deliberately out of fear you wouldn't be able to leave if you knew how you looked, you walked out of the room. The second you stepped out you were hit with the scent of foods you'd never experienced. The smell was

In the sunset with breeze gentle on skin Thoughts belonging not, screaming lied: "Useless! Empty! Cold! Forgotten!" On the breeze no words did flow Of her hand no blood did fall From hell they seemed to go Demonic mirrors resembling herself call "Foolish! Lost! Shattered! Forgotten!" Hands on ears to dull meaning Longing for ends to dull interrogation Constantly they did repeat, always screaming Eyes reflecting a need for compensation "What's wrong? What could they have possibly forgotten?" Unintentional gifts freely given worthwhile. Bubbling laughter from her lips free. Predictable witty remarks bringing a smile. Eyes reflect

A/N: Okay hello yes this was prose that I have written a long time ago with a fantroll, I have changed it up to be a reader insert but I will not change the plot for the most part. A part two was requested so here you go. Warning: Implied redrom with the Helmsman/Psiioniic. He turns around with a triumphant grin and kneels down before her so he's eye level with the small female. "(Y/N), a lovely name for a lovely lass. I'm known as Cronus to those whom I consider close, you may call me such. Or if you do not prefer that, you may call me Dualscar." He rises to his feet once again towering over her. Her fingers move up to tug on his sleeve bef