"Young master," Sebastian whispers, in the young demon's ear, gently sweeping back some of his dark grey hair, "Please, do not make me ask again."
Ciel shakes his head, turning his head into the floor shielding his face from the disappointed one of his loyal servant, "No...I do
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My Crow (Sebastian X Reader)
“Mom! I’ll be going to the park today!” You said as you wave to your mom “______ come back home early! It’s not good for young girls such as yourself to stay outside” your mother said while smiling
“Mom! I’m already a big girl!” you pouted which made your mother chuckle.
“Dear your only 7 years old!” You pouted again then rolled your eyes. “Bye mom!” You said then went off.
You walked down the park then sat on a bench waiting for your friends. You were wearing your (f/c) dress, Separate your hair into 2 pigtails, braided it then put it in a bun. Your friends came one by one and you all played tag.
Time passes by, you did not notice the time, you waved goodbye to all your friends and walked back hom
You blushed as Sebastian stared at you with his intense gaze. For a second you forgot why you had come to the Phantomhive Mansion, you stood there, your mind lost, weak in the knees.
"Miss _________________ are you alright?"
"I'm fine," you responded, fiddling with the basket you were carrying. "I came to drop the flowers off."
"Why thank you," Sebastian smiled, his eyes twinkling. "Why don't you come inside."
You didn't know what to say. Was this just a sign of hospitality? Or what you hoped it would be?
But it seemed as if he could read your mind. His hand extended, he gently took the basket from you.
"You do seem tired. It'd be best if you rest awhile my lady."
Sebastian's hand briefly brushed against yours'. You felt a shiver go down your spine as his warm skin made contact with yours. Your heart began to pound, you felt faint. No man had ever made you feel like this before.
"Why you really are tired," the black haired man re
It was almost midnight and i was walking over the roofs of London.
Looking up i saw all the stars and the moon shining in the sky.
"Looks like a perfect night..."
I was interupted by a loud scream.
When i looked around me i suddenly saw a man in red and a man in black standing a roof not so far away from me.
I already knew the man in red, his name is Grell Sutcliff.
He was a Shinigami just like me but he was a little bit different from all the others.
Grell was completelly obsessed with the color red.
He has red shoes,red hair,red glasses and now also a red coat.
"Well it was a perfect night"
I sighed and decided to go a little bit closer to watch what the crimson red Shinigami was doing.
I saw Grell on the roof with a man and down on the streets i saw a boy around 12 years old standing next to a body that was lying on the ground.
"Did he get himself in trouble again?"
I facepalmed at what i saw.
Grell was fighting with a butler?
When i looked at the man in black i saw s
Cold bars lined with so much rust, needles pricked the bottoms of your sensitive skin, a musty smell, moist and cool bricks, blackness so thick, you were certain you could cut it with a knife...
This was what most visualized when speaking of prison.
But, when you awoke, surrounded by nothing but silken sheets, head resting snuggly in your downy pillow, inhaling the aroma of soft lavender, you never expected this to become your cage, this facade of safety and security.
Then, the click of the door, one footstep,
and your heart threatened to escape your chest.
Your resisted to gaze over in his direction, squeezing your eyes together. A rustle of curtains permitted the golden, morning light to douse your room. The tinkling of fine china, the ripples of tea fill the cup, his soft voice uttered the simple words,
“T’is time to rise, young mistress.”
Your blood ran cold. Your sto
Staring at the broken teacup at your feet, your gaze slowly moves upward, shooting a rather menacing glare at the troublemaker himself, none other than the trembling Earl Charles Grey.
"I... I just wanted to play a joke on--"
Stabbing into the Earl's very core with your stare, you grab him by the collar.
"I know you're an earl, I know you're one of the queen's butlers, but I'm her assistant, so if you want to get flirty with me, do it sometime away from work and pray that I don't stab you."
"Y-You can't threaten me! I'll get you fired--"
"Does it look like I fucking care?" You smile gleefully at the stuttering earl.
"I'm still not going on a date with you, Earl Grey. End of discussion," you add quickly.
With a whimper, the interrupted, heartbroken young man walks out of the room, drowning in self-pity and rejection.
You continue to clean the bedroom in peace, until- again- you're interrupted.
At least, this
"Ghehehehe, you're it! You're it!"
"Whaat? No i'm not, you're cheating Ronald! Cheater cheater!"
"I'm not a cheater! I'm just better then you in the game"
"Take that back!" "Hey! You bumped into me! Now i have to start over again!"
Ronald and Grell ran around the room, bumping into William who was drawing.
The three of them were so young but so full of energy, except William ofcourse who would rather sit down and draw.
"Hey! Ronald, Grell! Stop running! You're gonna fall down some day if you keep doing that!" I said and ran after the two.
"Ofcourse that won't happen! _________ is just too protecti-" Grell chuckled but then let out a 'huh' when he tripped over his own feet.
Ronald let out a gasp and immediately stopped running when the heard a loud thump of Grell landing on the floor.
"Uwaahhh! I hurt my knee!" Grell cried out and started crying.
I let out a sigh and knelt down next to him.
"I told you so"i chuckled and he pouted.
When i looked at his knee i noticed that h
When He Fell
Footsteps echoed gently on the cobblestoned streets of London, marking the presence of a singular figure. It was late- close to three o’clock in the morning- and the being that currently traversed the desolate roads was nothing more than a black shadow on the bleak canvas- moving unseen and unbridled through the empire that he had come to know so well. Though England hadn’t always been his home, the Demon knew that it was undoubtedly the best place he had ever called home. There was a raw sort of power behind the gothic buildings and rising designs that made the dark entity feel right at home. There was a sorrow; a bitterness that clung to the air- and it made his senses surge in a most pleasing way.
The Demon went on his way through the empty streets unhurriedly, taking in the familiar city with calculating wine red eyes. For the first time in years there was no one that he needed to serve; no
(Ciel Phantomhive x Reader)
It was eerily quiet in the Phantomhive manor. There was a heavy tension that was almost tangible. Everyone knew what day it was. Even you, the new maid. You had only worked for the young earl for about a month but you had grown rather attached to him. And knowing what a dark and troubling day it was, you decided that you should do something to “lighten the mood”.
Knock, knock, knock! “May I come in?”
There was a slight pause. You gripped the broom in your hands tightly as your eyes scanned up and down the thick oak door. Finally a childish voice thick with a British accent called back, “Enter.”
When you entered the study, you noticed that Ciel was doing paperwork. &
2) Follow a few paces behind him, spraying everything he touches with a can of Disinfectant, claiming that you know where his hands have been.
3) Challenge Finny to mow the lawn with scissors.
4) While he's taking a shower, burst into his bathroom with a camera and proceed to say in a weird accent "Work it! The camera loves you!" Take pictures and show them to Grell and Mayrin.
5) Tell Sebastian that Grell and Mayrin are fighting over the Sebby porn.
6) Teach everyone in the house Morse Code and have conversations with the others loudly in front of him.
7) Do your best to sneak up behind him and when he gets startled and asks where you came from, begin to explain "Well ya see Sebby, when a Mommy and a Daddy, love each other VEEERRRRYY much! OR When a daddy and a daddy adopt (or a mommy and a mommy)..." Continue until he gets disturbed/feels awkward and tells you to stop.
8) Introduce him to the world of Sebby/Grell yaoi fandom.
You were confined to this cell ever since your mother passed away seven years ago. You were thrown to the streets like garbage and some men captured you and threw you into this cell. At first you were sent to a man who was very overweight, blond hair and wore a smug grin. They sent you to him, and he would touch you. Not in ways that a parent would touch you or a friend. He touched you in a nasty, disgusting way. T