(Y/n) is 69 years old . Just kidding.
(Y/n) is a normal 21 year old. She just recently moved to Britain so she doesn't know shit about this place. But the fact that she came to Britain at a terrible time got her a little bit worried for her life. The leader of the red army has returned but no one know who he is. (Me: boi the only dude with devil horns u dingus)
TIME SKIP
you were on your phone walking down the sidewalk completely lost of thought until you got startled by running into someone. (That is so cliche im sorry but i have no ideas) He has devil horns and a red hoodie. In your opinion he was "devilishly" handsome. "Oh. Sorry for that. I was not paying attention." He said in his THICC Norwegian accent. "No. Im sorry. I should have been the one paying attention instead of being on my phone." You said in your what ever accent you have. "My name is Tord by the way." He says while flashing a cute smile that made your face heat up "the n-names (y/n)" you said while blushing then you hid your face cuz u were embarrassed "heh heh your pretty cute" that little comments made your entire face turn redder than Ezra Scarlett's hair "............thanks?" You said nervously "you know we should hang out some time" he smirks an EEEEEVIL smirk but you didn't notice cuz ur a dunce. He takes his leave and your standing their like an idiot. 'OMG OMG OMG HE'S SO HOT WTF IS WRONG WITH ME I DONT EVEN KNOW HIM IM GHOST O JUST NG T OK HE'LL AAAAAAAAAA' you internally screeched at yourself. You walked all the way to your new home (cuz you RECENTLY moved to Britain) and went to sleep on the couch like a person that was drunk.
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tord x reader lemon
Fanfiction! WARNING! SMUT!! NOT FOR CHILDREN UNDER THE AGE OF 2,000 jk 18+ do not read if you are a child
