#mine: flora segunda

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"Dare, win, or disappear," I said, and went off to die.

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Spooky (Hardhands x Reader)

So. I decided to write a songfic. Ironic, because I usually deslike songfics. 

nsfw but not really? I only mention it so idk

Based on this song

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He thought you were afraid of him. He thought that you were going to submit to his Will like most of the people. He thought he was so terrifing and sooo handsome that you'd do everything he asked of you. Ptfff, deep inside he was so childish. Despite that, there was chemistry between you and the Pontifexa's grandson, but everytime you tried to take it beyond just flirting, he tried to make you beg for it.

You were proud and not willing to beg.

Pirate's Parade had finally arrived and your band was going to perfom as an opening act for The Tygers of Wrath on the Blue Duck, and that was the perfect oportunity to tease him.

You had spent the past weeks writing a new song, and it was going to be the first you'd play, since it was kinda slow and Banastre would be pissed if you left the croud sleepy.

You put on your favorite kilt and a white shirt, a bit of eyeliner and that's it. You didn't need full makeup and big hair and expensive clothes to completely slay it, like he did.

So after half an hour on a streetcar and another half an hour walking to the Blue Duck (with your knifes in hand), you finally arrived just in time.

You were standing in the stage, the white haired boy already glaring at you because you were "dressed too simply to open the show of The Tygers of Wrath on Pirate's Parade, you better not fike it up". Well, fike him, the (y/b/n) was the best band in Califa and you were going to make him jealous, pissed off and hot under the collar. If the song had the effect that you expected, it’d be such a sight to see him wanting to have his way with you but having to perform on stage. Oh, why teasing is so much fun?

Banastre had already opened the Vortex and brought the necessary daemons, so you were ready to start.

"Hello everyone, we are the (y/b/n), our first song is called 'Spooky'. Hope ya'll like it"

You saw his eye twitch. You could almost hear him screaming "HOW DARE YOU SING A SONG WITH SUCH A CHILDISH NAME AS THE TYGERS OF WRATH’S OPENING ACT??".

The song started and you were sure that at any moment a very ugly Grammatica word would come flying in your direction, but you continued anyway.

Love is kind of crazy with a spooky little boy like you.

You sang the entire song in a mocking tone, not looking at the Duke even once. But then you turned at him and continued singing, looking at him dead in the eye:

“If you decide someday to stop this little game that you are a-playing

I’m gonna tell you all the things my heart’s just been a-dying to be saying”

And turned to the crowd again. You felt a hot Grammatica word hit your back and make you feel all hot and needy all of a sudden, as if someone had been edging you for the past hour, but you didn’t stop.

You finished the song and after that played more energetic ones to warm the crowd up, but it was becoming harder for you to sing, that Grammatica word leaving you panting ,sweating and trembling, but never making you cum. You were amazed by how composed you managed to be, even having to deal with Super-Spell-By-Super-Magician-That-You-Decided-To-Tease.

The opening act FINALLY came to an end and you were ready to:

1-Run as fast as you can to the bathroom

2-Take care of The Issue

But before you could even take breath to sprint, there was a firm grip on your arm and a hot breath on your neck, and then the voice that made your heart shrink and hurt, no matter how hard you tried to hide it.

“You little tease. Go to Bilskinir right now and wait on my room. It’s no use, only I can lift the spell, so do not consume your energy trying to touch yourself, it won’t get you anywhere.”

Even if you felt that your were about to explode, you decided to keep your pride a little longer and asked, your voice somehow not cracking:

“Tch. Did you like my song for you?”

You felt his grin against your cheek.

“Funny, I have a song for you too.

I put a spell on you

because you’re mine”

[fashionablyfyrdraaca]

Scratch Mamma and she bleeds Army black.

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No, silly girl. It’s too late to back down now.

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𝔐𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔶𝔯: a person who is put to death or endures great suffering on behalf of any belief,              

                 principle, or cause. Tiny Doom, the Martyr to the cause of Califa.

[fashionablyfyrdraaca]

There is no end to Axacaya’s tricks and he doesn’t want us to forget that, either.

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“Trust me.”

Women love Women in Califa ♡ Tiny Doom × Buck

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Books Miss Shania (re)Read In 2017 (9/?) Flora Segunda by Ysabeau S. Wilce

Sometimes it seems as though there will never be an end. Poppy will continue to be drunken, Mamma will continue to be gone, and I will march off to the Barracks and fulfill the Fyrdraaca family destiny, which is nothing but ruin and sorrow.

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So here we have Hardhands in a bar. It’s not exactly entirely a bar, but then he’s not  exactly entirely Hardhands either, at least not yet. At this moment, he’s only fifteen years old and his hands are still white and tender; so too is his conscience. Both hands and head are soon to get much tougher, but right now he’s still rather sweet.

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You have so little control over yourself, Flora Segunda, that every time you breathe out, you let a bit of your Anima blow away. Why waste it when you could give it to me? Please, I’ll be your best friend, and it would taste so good.

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Even as a young girl, Buck had been meant for war.

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I can tell that Paimon has withheld information from me. No doubt he doesn’t want me to know the future, and if he doesn’t want that, then I can only guess it isn’t good. And yet, it cannot be all so bad, Flora, for you  are grown so beautiful and strong. But I think there can only be one reason why I would not help you - but you needn’t fear telling me. I do not fear dying, Flora. I expect it. Fyrdraacas don’t die in their beds. I only hope that I make a good death. And I’m sorry it means I will not be there for you. Will not see you grow up.

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If Valefor had a camera (ps. click on img for better quality)

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Flora Trilogy + Canon Relationships (1/?) Hardhands and Tiny Doom

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Once he thought of nothing but avenging her death.

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Flora Cast as @Dril Tweets

Flora Segunda:  1st grade: Mastered. 2nd Grade: MAstered. 3rd Grade: Mastered. 4th Grade: Heres when they start trying to trick you 5th Grade:This ones hard Idden:  we need less mayors and more sayers (of truth ) Flora Primera:  Sovereign Citizens Getting Owned Compilation Buck:  i do enjoy spending my weekends "Joining the Army". oh how i hate when monday rolls around & i must say goodbye to all of my soldier friends Hotspur:   A MERE Musing From A Troubled Husband, Strengthened Through Time: "Let the birds have their bird seed, and unto us boys, the Beer seed" Tiny Doom:   youre all a Dog of the Coward's order. ill take you across my knee and slap yopur Ass., i will "GIVE UM HELL" as ordred by the great general Hardhands:   ive hired 3 of my clumsiest dumb ass followers to spy on my wife and uncover her plots against me, just the worst bumbling fucking imbeciles Udo:  my being a shit head can be traced back to boys school, when i was expelled for using the headmaster's computer to search ebay for " LUNCH " Firemonkey:  first you have democrats and rtepublicans. theyre basically the same thing. then you have green party and uh, the whigs. theyre the same too The Dandy Pirate: worst food of 2016 : Bread Where to begin. Bread is a piece of shit and its no wonder its commonly associated with the worst drink, "Water". Nini Mo:  a boss should be allowed to kick his employees asse's. key to his workers house so he can just come in and start wailing anytime Axacaya:  im a marine & accomplished scholar. my sons were alchemized into helicopter fuel to serve their armed brothers. how dare u post penis to me. The Warlord:  amazing to me that people are still complaining about my genius sons being too loud, in 2016, of all years The Zuzu:  folks.. reply to this message with your Finest tweet, and i just might drop it a Like... my way of "Giving back" to the community... Thank u Wraathmyr:  thhere is no such thing as charisma, and art is fake. the only metrics by which we must determine the worth of a man are Strength and Wisdom