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Making It Up To You (RonaldxReader)
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A Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler Fanfiction
Making It Up to You
“Hey, hun.” Your eyes remained on the last few stacks of papers before you, and you continued to scrawl across the bright, white sheet on the ink-stained surface of your desk with a large-feathered quill. It had been a good day, until you’d heard that voice. Suddenly the lovely loops and strokes of the writing of your boss had turned dark and foreboding, and you felt a sense of unhappiness settle over your already disturbed mind.
Wonderful. It’s him again… You heaved what you were sure must have sounded to the other reaper like a sigh of frustration, or perhaps annoyance. He would probably be used to it, seeing how many other girls he had dumped. It’s not just enough to ruin my life, you have to come along and break my day apart too…?
“Good afternoon, Mr. Knox.” You already knew who it was without looking as the playful, tea
The Secret Name: Party Crashing (Kuroshitsuji) c11The Secret Name: Party Crashing, continued.
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Just before Druitt leans in to brush my hair from my ear, shots are fired. I jerk backwards and to the side without thinking and just barely stop myself from blowing my cover by returning fire.
But I needn’t have worried. The shooter, either another cross-dresser or a real girl, has terrible aim.
“Ah, Priscilla,” he sighs. “Not now. You’ll ruin my party!” He barely raises his voice, like he’s merely commenting on bad music rather than a shooting. “The party must go on!” He announces, and this time, his voice rings through the room. Arms out-stretched, he’s too easy of a target.
But I don’t have time to worry about that.
“You slut!” The woman screams. High-heels and tight skirt or no, she launches herself at me.
The hall erupts into sudden noise, as party-goers pull out guns and trade punches. Who would have thought so many weapons were hidden at this so-called
ClaudexReaderxSebastian Part 5
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A Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler fanfiction
ClaudexReaderxSebastian, Part 5
Your Butlers, Witnessing
“Mother?” You called her name now, knowing that she must be there, somewhere in the manor that you hardly remembered, to answer you. The mother that you could barely remember. She hovered there, in the back of your desperate, clinging mind, only a ghost in what was now a different child. You.
…You were not the child you used to be. You were a new person, someone who had been twisted and changed into another form by the hands of supernatural forces, forces that you did not know even existed. And now you found that you no longer knew much of what you used to. You no longer found pleasure in so many of the things you loved, and everything about you…
… was different.
You knew that you loved your mother. But she, your beautiful idol, was now part of another world in which you did not belong. You existed in that reality, but