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Sorry ya'll I have no more motivation to finish this :') i was gna delete it cause i didn't like the way the story was going but that's too cruel 💔
✎ Y/n hates Wriothesley with every fibre of her being..until she doesn't. She hates h...
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—IT was so nice, at first.
Being adopted by a young and loving couple was something she wished the other kids at the orphanage would one day experience just like her.
Warm meals consisting of ingredients she had never tried before, being able to get the little trinkets she had always wanted, and she could never forget the first time she had a cake for her birthday.
"This is...for me?", she asked in disbelief, tears pricking her waterline and obscuring the sight of the heavily decorated f/c cake with a candle in the shape of the number eight displayed proudly on top.
"Do you know anyone else that just turned eight?", the older man ruffled her hair as he let out a chuckle, the little girl and her mother following suit.
She favoured the cake over any present she had received that day because the cake was in her favourite colour. It made it quite obvious that they listened when she talked to the point where they were able to pick up on her favourite colour.
Y/n remembers her mother telling her how adopting had always been her idea and her husband just went along with it to make her happy, and this fact really showed when she started highschool.
"Disgraceful".
A single word from her father was enough to make her want to burst into tears. She clenched her fingers into tight fists as to stop any tears from escaping.
"Papa, I tried my b—", her words which unintentionally came out in a whisper were interrupted by her father's resounding voice which only got louder with every word that left his lips.
"If this is your best, then you've failed me completely".
She understood more than anyone, how wasteful it must have felt to pour money into different tutors for her and provide her with expensive books in order to make her excel but couldn't he stand to spare her feelings a little? She hated it as much as her father did, being absolutely terrible at anything related to school and education. She had pulled countless all nighters just to present her 'disgraceful' grades to her father. It seems that no matter what she did, she could never make him happy.
