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William x Shinigami reader,a Reaper's kiss,Part1
[A/N: hello everyone! Jessica here ^^ i just wanted to tell you this all starts off, from part 26 of my sebastian x reader, so if you are a little bit confused maybe read that part first ^^ hope you like it!]
"Then...i guess you can go"he said and stood up.
My eyes widened "are you serious?...you won't be mad?."i asked and he shook his head in response
"As long as you're happy...it'll be good"he said and looked at me.
For a second there, i swear i saw a smile!
I smiled and walked to William.
I put my arms around him and pulled him in for a hug.
Ofcourse, he isn't such a touchy person, but he hugged me back!
When i let go of him he sort of blushed and i let out a giggle.
"Well, then i guess this is goodbye"i said and he slowly nodded.
The look in his eyes just changed, he looks more...unsure now.
I bit my lip and then walked to the door.
When i put my hand on the handle i suddenly feel a hand on my shoulder.
Is that William? I didn't even hear him walk after me.
~Revenge Is Sweet~ | Black Butler X Reader |
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"Are you positive this will work?" A certain red haired shinigami asked, a skeptical look on his face.
"Absolutely. All I ask for in return is a little... entertainment of my own, if you know what I mean." You said, earning a toothy grin from your friend.
"Anything for you, Darling~" He replied. You nodded.
"I appreciate it. So! All you have to do is get this in his system somehow and you'll be good to go for about... ohh... two to three hours." You said, holding up a small vial filled with a clear liquid. Grell took it and carefully slipped it in his pocket. You smiled. "Let the game commence~"
~At le Phantomhive Manor~
"You owe me, you little brat!" Grell stated, pointing a finger at the young Earl in front of him.
"What are you talking about?" Ciel asked, clearly unamused.
"That time when your little girlfriend was kidnapped by that puppet, you told me that I could have Bassy for a day if I hel
Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler Sebastian x Reader "Come now, Claude," you say calmly. "You mustn't get ahead of yourself." He has you pinned to the wall, one of his hands on either side of your head, his face buried in the crook of your neck. It feels to you as if he is smelling you-a shiver of disgust runs down your spine.
"Really, Claude" you say more harshly this time as he bites your neck, digging your fingernails into his arms. "You must stop this at once. It is quite unbecoming to lose control of yourself in this way. You wouldn't want to jeopardize your standing with those around us, would you?" You are about to throw him off when he looks up to you, his golden eyes glinting.
"Well, my dear, you and I both know that when someone of our kind is determined to make something happen, they will not rest until it is done. Say I set my sights on acquiring you...what do you think happens then?"
You hissed. "Filthy-"
"You must have me confused with the demon of this househ
Temptation: Part 1 [Sebastian x Reader] Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroshitsuji or any of its characters (unfortunately.)
Today is supposed to be a celebration, after all, it is your birthday!
However, to you, it isn’t really a big deal. It’s one of several birthdays, they happen every year. After about the two-hundredth one you decided it didn’t really matter.
Why would it matter to someone with demon blood?
With a flawless completion and seemingly perfect physique, you’re age seems to be of a teenager. That’s all other humans need to know.
There is no reason for them to dig into your past. It would be a lot of digging, after all.
Within this seemingly hollowed out personality, life would be boring, right?
Well- that would be the case, but being only quarter demon makes things… Difficult.
A demon finds their eternal life to be rather boring. However, a human with demon blood. To say the least, your eternal life would be – tiring.
Never dying, but never truly living. Never trul
Ciel x reader: His Angel Chpt. 1
It was a sunny day in London and you were taking a stroll through the town with your maid Kathryn. You took a lock of your (H/c) hair and put it behind your ear. “ Kathryn, what are the plans for us today?” you questioned.
“Well mistress right now we are suppose to meet up with your uncle at the local Cafe to discuss the funeral plans for your father.” She replied.
“Hmph, how tedious. I understand he cared about my father but I can’t help not trusting that man, even if he is the only family I have left other than my sister.” You said while looking back at Kathryn. She only gave you a smile in return.
Kathryn has been with you ever since you were a baby. She was practically like a mom to you since you real mother died after you sister was born (you were eight at the time). She had to be the most kindest person you ever met although you always questioned how she could be so happy all the time. It was a little freaky. Kathryn had long black wavy h
Alois x reader No one has to know “Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”
― Martin Luther King Jr.
Sadness. The emotion seen in his rich blue eyes. Surely it showed but only For a moment. She was sure of it. Anger blurred over as he stared deep into the (e/c) eyes that were filled with fright and terror. only it brought comfort knowing he was just scared of his terrible nightmare. Brokenness consumed his heart but it never showed. A scar so large covering his beating heart. A chaste kiss was placed on his lips as (Name) tried to comfort her love. He violently gripped her (h/c) locks in his nimble fingers. Alois considered this as a distraction from the haunting shadows around him. Nothing more. Or was there. He was captivated how no matter how hard he tugged on her hair she alway kissed back. He deepened the kiss bruising her lips. He laid himself back bringing her with him. No longer kissing but he held her tigh
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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