It was almost midnight, and you were wide awake.
You had been asleep- happily and blissfully unaware of the world around you- and then just as suddenly you were gasping for air and crying out. For several moments you cried into yourself- rubbing your little chubby hands over your now tear-stained face- before you could even remember why you were scared.
It had been a nightmare that'd woken you up. And a nasty one at that.
Slowly the dream began to come back to you, and you instantly cried harder. It was horrible and there was no way you'd ever be able to go back to sleep again.
So, with shaky little limbs you climbed down from your bed and crept to your door. You struggled with the gigantic knob, but with some effort you were able to pull it open and enter the dimly lit hallway.
Your father- the Earl of Phantomhive- always insis
Why, I wonder. I admit, there was a little problem: he was my teacher. This short, cold, nonchalant man named Levi Ackerman somehow made me fall for him. I gazed at him again. His lips were moving, but I didn’t listen. Rather, I started observing his perfectly-built body. These wide shoulders and muscular biceps…sometimes he was wearing white shirts which stuck to his stomach, letting us see his abs. He had such youthful appearance.
I quickly tapped my nose. It wouldn’t be fun to have nosebleed.
Oh, and I haven’t even said anything about his gorgeous ass. And his face! If only he looked at me with those eyes, saying: ’Miss [Las
“Hey there, hot stuff! See something ya like?”. You rolled your eyes “I think I lost my appetite” you said and started walking way, with Bill following suit. You then turned around so you could face him “By the way, why are you still here?” he only smiled “I think that the most appropriate question is why are YOU still here?” “Maybe because you suck at your job” Bill stopped dead on his tracks with a shocked expression on his face “I-I…. suck a-at my j-job? (y/n), you really think I suck at my job?”
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It must’ve involved witchcraft of blood magic of some sort, you were sure.
You met them at a bar one night. Your ex-boyfriend had been bugging you again, sending you countless text messages bitching and moaning about how you should give him another chance. Gods, as if. He still lived in his parent’s home, didn’t have a job, and would act like it’s somehow your goddamn job to take care of him.
You were so frustrated that you felt like downing a bottle of vodka or seven, and so, you came to your favourite bar. You met a short – but incredibly attractive – man there, Levi his name was. And good fucking god were you hooked the moment you spoke to him.
You weren’t sure what it was about him – maybe it was his damnably handsome face, or his godly body, or maybe the way he spoke. There was just something about his crappy sense of humour that really intrigued you.
The two of you w
I turned to the mirror in front of me and took a look at myself. My [hair colour] locks were perfectly curled, my cheeks were a little pink and my lips were red from make-up. The dress that I was wearing was black; it was close-fitting, it covered my arms and my neck, but let my legs be seen from the knees. I usually didn’t particularly like my appearance, but this time even I was pleased with the way I looked.
”Yes dad, I’m ready.” I answered and walked out of my room. My father was standing there in a suit that must have cost a fortune, waiting for me. He furrowed his eyebrows as he was observing my outfit.
”I don’t think I’ll let you be alone for a minute. You can’t dance with anybody, you know that?”
I rolled my eyes.
”You want to force me to listen to your dull conversations with those old men? No way.”
He laughed and took my arm.
”Of course not. But you’
Sebastian x Abused Reader: Sunset
She sat crying into her hands, invisible to those who surrounded her. She had been in the same spot for hours- sedentary and wretched- as the sun began to set in her blurred vision. With each fresh tear she shed another person passed by.
No one saw the battered and broken young woman because they didn’t wish to see something so awkward and ugly. They didn’t wish to be involved. So they willingly stayed blind.
The broken figure, a young girl on the cusp of womanhood sat alone and abandoned, where someone could have helped her but no one did. She hid in plain sight and was shunned by all.
There was so much pain . . . broken and bloody and deranged. . . So much fear. . . More than she could take. . . More than she should have had to bear.
Her Butler, Proud
It was nearing twilight as the last fractals of light disappeared into the nighttime clouds of a periwinkle sky. Carriages clattered noisily through the streets of London chauffeuring the elite of society to the nearest theaters and other forms of entertainment.
From the depths of the large city a single stately house sat in mild splendor, with warm light wafting through large clear-cut windows. From within the home, a couple finished dressing to the nines and made their way down to the entryway where their Butler awaited to help them into their coats.
The Master of the house- a nearly twenty-five year old Ciel Phantomhive- regally shrugged into his overcoat, before holding out his arm to his wife. With an intelligent light blue eye the man gazed at her, before once more returning his attention to the statuesque figure dressed in black.
“We’ll return after the oper
But in the middle of it, in the middle of the home thick with roots and undergrowth, was an old and powerful warlock, standing in the same place he stood for ages beyond counting. He’d come here most every night, uncovering lost secrets of dark magics that were kept hidden away for a reason.
He blended in with society well; he was a learned man who took careful notes of everything he did. He’d notice the way culture and clothing would shift, and he’d adjust himself accordingly. Not a soul he ever came across was aware of his supernatural nature – and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Levi Ackerman was a name that echoed throughout the supernatural culture that stayed hidden among the mortals. He was greatly respected – and feared even more so. Levi didn’t just dabble in forbidden ma
Levi pointed a slim finger at the equation in the book. “If x added to twelve makes thirty-four, what value is x?”
“Uh…” you mumbled. “I… I don’t know.”
It had been like this for weeks now. Little over a month ago, your parents noticed your ever-slipping grades in school and decided to hire on a tutor to give you the extra education you clearly needed. It didn’t help a damn bit, however, when they decided to hire a fucking sex god for your teacher. Your grades just continued to get worse with him around!
You would watch him like a ravenous tigress, fantasising about what you wanted him to do to you – or what you wanted to do to him. Gods, he was so unbelievably attractive to you that you’d often find yourself thinking of him whenever you had… personal moments. Of course you’d never admit this to him, saying that you mast
(if your characters are dead in canon but alive in AU, all aboard the feels train mate)
Underworld/Life After Death
Your voice couldn’t find purchase on the blank walls and reverberated through the empty streets. You were on the phone with your worrywart of a father. Despite the fact you had moved out over three months ago, he always found it was necessary to call you regularly just to make sure you weren’t dead.
But you were twenty-two years old; you were perfectly capable of handling yourself! You knew he meant well, but gods above, sometimes you just wanted the man to leave you be. Currently he’d been talking your ear off about getting home safe. You’d only just got off work and the sun had long since set. Your father, bless his soul, had known all too well of the unfriendly part of the neighbourhood you lived in.
“And make sure you have your pepper spray ready! Do you have your pepper spray? The one I sent you?”
“Yes dad, you sent me like fifty of them,” you replied exasperatedly.
“Good, good!” he praised.