Boy Who Cried Wolf 「1850s/ Victorian AU| Blinded Paul Weller × Reader 」

Leituras 1,504
Votos 25
Capítulos 18
Tempo 1h 38m

Leituras 1,504
Votos 25
Capítulos 18
Tempo 1h 38m

||THIS IS AN ALTERNATIVE AU, JUST SOMETHING I'M WRITING FOR FUN!! I suppose a Halloween special book in a way.|| Based off a song by The Style Council. 
    
    You looked up and saw a painting of a man, he held a riding crop under his arm, wearing his riding uniform,he stood tall, his structure thin and weary. "Mr. Talbot, who's the man in the painting?". You pointed, the valet looked up and sadly smiled,  his face dropped, remembering his lordship's face. "That's sir Weller, ma'am, his lordship went mad after the death of his loyal father and his wife Deanna died in her sleep after a wolf attack, she kept them away. He resides in his bedroom, and he hardly ever comes out. He tore out his eyes and used the blood as a paint. He's a terrific painter, ma'am, but sir's mind is fragile. He screams and points to the outside, "WOLF! WOLF! WOLF!". In a fit of rage if he's not careful. ". The valet spoke of his lordship, pouring you a cup of tea in a China cup as the man of the house, pouched over the staircase.
    
    The year is 1855, Date: The month of October. 
    
    Sir John William Paul Weller, Lord of the manor, a talented painter, tragically full of guilt,  you're a cipher, a lonesome nobody from the outer village from his lordship's Manor, you walked through the woods one night, your clothes disorganised, fragmented, and frayed like the person living below the poverty line you were, 18 years of age, living with your family in the village in the slums, looking for the food in the woods A herd of wolves chased you, you ran and ran, running to a manor. Banging on the door, wanting to be let in. Afraid of no response,  you panicked,  unable to process  things properly out of fear. 
    
     You were let in. Let's see where the story takes you.Todos os Direitos Reservados

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||THIS IS AN ALTERNATIVE AU, JUST SOMETHING I'M WRITING FOR FUN!! I suppose a Halloween special book in a way.|| Based off a song by The Style Council. 
    
    You looked up and saw a painting of a man, he held a riding crop under his arm, wearing his riding uniform,he stood tall, his structure thin and weary. "Mr. Talbot, who's the man in the painting?". You pointed, the valet looked up and sadly smiled,  his face dropped, remembering his lordship's face. "That's sir Weller, ma'am, his lordship went mad after the death of his loyal father and his wife Deanna died in her sleep after a wolf attack, she kept them away. He resides in his bedroom, and he hardly ever comes out. He tore out his eyes and used the blood as a paint. He's a terrific painter, ma'am, but sir's mind is fragile. He screams and points to the outside, "WOLF! WOLF! WOLF!". In a fit of rage if he's not careful. ". The valet spoke of his lordship, pouring you a cup of tea in a China cup as the man of the house, pouched over the staircase.
    
    The year is 1855, Date: The month of October. 
    
    Sir John William Paul Weller, Lord of the manor, a talented painter, tragically full of guilt,  you're a cipher, a lonesome nobody from the outer village from his lordship's Manor, you walked through the woods one night, your clothes disorganised, fragmented, and frayed like the person living below the poverty line you were, 18 years of age, living with your family in the village in the slums, looking for the food in the woods A herd of wolves chased you, you ran and ran, running to a manor. Banging on the door, wanting to be let in. Afraid of no response,  you panicked,  unable to process  things properly out of fear. 
    
     You were let in. Let's see where the story takes you.

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