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𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 | 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒚 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒃𝒚
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THE ART ON THE COVER DOES NOT BELONG TO ME!!!
The ancestors of the (L/N) and Willoughby tribes made a deal, or so a treaty long ago. Both of them envied one another un...
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(M/N) would walk around with a duster, dusting, Soon after, she'd sigh, as she walk passed the large paintings of the Willoughby's, Feeling quite out of place due to how their would be massive paintings of the willoughbhys of old.
Mr. and Mrs. Willoughby, would be kissing as (M/N) would walk past making her face grow in disgust closing the door, she could hear moaning, she'd then move slightly uncomfortable,
She then would dust a portrait of Great Edmund, her back slightly sore, she straightend tall admiring the now clean portrait but that was soon ruined by splattering noises, Followed by a baby cry, Mrs. Willoughby being a bitch spoke in an annoying voice, "What is that?" "Oh, dear" Mr. WIlloughby spoke a voice sounding as if he didn't care.
He then came out holding onto a baby, by his hair, (M/N) would gasp, gawking the father of the child, he'd then turn to face the maid,"What are you looking at?!?" He scolded glaring at the (M/H/C)hairedfigure, she'd shrug cheekily, making him more pissed,
"THEN GET BACK TO WORK!!" He yelled she quickly nodded pretending to dust, He cleared his throat. Then on let go off the baby then said.
" I am your father. " He introduced, "And that sweet woman that you insulted with your rude birth is, Mother." he continued making the women dusting silently gulp, the baby would soon coo with joy, Mr. Willoughby then shushed him slightly, tapping his left foot on the baby's head, then stopped, as he did that (M/N) eyed from the corner of her eye as she saw what he did,
" If you need love..." He snarled slightly,"I beg of you, find it elsewhere." He continued, but then soon finished " thank you."
He was about to walk away until. " Oh, you are Tim, " he'd turn around pointing a finger at him "And you. Are a Willoughby, And that 'lady' over there." He'd point to (M/N) as she pretend to not to hear their conversation and act like she's working.
" Is a (L/n). Do not go by her. She is pure evil. "
The little baby smile fades," Good day, sir " he finishes then walks to where his wife was, leaving 'Tim' all alone, on the floor making (M/N) sigh and walk over to him, in the meantime, he would baby fall on his back, then on rolls over to his tummy looking at the wall then saying 'Ooh!'
He gazes at the wall before saying 'Willoughby...' she'd sigh slightly, as she picked up Tim wrapping him in a small towel,
She'd then say "Hello, Tim," she say softly smiling he gave her an angry look making her softly sigh,
