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The Wings of an Angel: William T. Spears x Reader
Wings of [colour] attached to the back of an angel named [Name]. The angel watched below at the scene as a reaper collected the soul of a mortal. Reels of the mortals past life came out of the body. The reaper below did not seem to notice the angel. Once the collection was done the reaper marked his book and turned straightening his black suit. This reaper had his hair combed neat to the side and seemed annoyed as if this wasn’t actually his job. [Name] suspected it could be that the reapers were short on staff. All she wanted to do was be a reaper herself, but it wasn’t possible. Leaning a bit too far off of the ledge of the building she was on she began to fall. Stretching her wings she caught herself and sighed in relief. She wasn’t seen, or so she thought.
Below William T. Spears stood just finishing a job that was supposed to be for one of his employees. As a superior it was his job to manage reapers, not do their job for them. Suddenly a change in the wind
William T. Spears x Reader (Part 2)~ Emotion(A/N): Dear Reader,
This is a continuation of a previous fic, which I will link in the description. You don't have to read it, but things might make a little more sense in some cases if you do. Anyway, please enjoy~!
P.s: In case you weren't sure, when I do italics like this and they're not in a quote it's the readers thoughts. When it is in a quote that means the reader puts stress on the word.
The night had finally arrived. Tonight was the night that William was taking you out. It was an apology of sorts, for losing his composure over a trivial matter, but it also served as a bribe to keep you silent about said trivial matter.
You decided to let your hair flow naturally for this occasion, since usually, you kept your hair pulled back and out of your face while at work. Besides, it's not like William was taking you anywhere fancy anyway. You both knew that reapers are notably underpaid unless they manage
William T. Spears x Reader~ Smile(A/N): Dear Reader,
This is my first Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler fanfic so I'm a little inexperienced in writing these characters so I'd really love to hear feedback from you! I don't bite I promise and I won't take negative criticism badly. With that, please enjoy!
Plot: You are at a party with your friend Ronald Knox and a few of your other co-workers. You all decide to play a game of truth or dare and it is Ronald's turn to dare someone.
"________, Truth or dare?" Asked your friend and fellow Shinigami Ronald Knox.
"Hmm" you paused. "Dare."
Ronald stopped and thought for a long moment. Then suddenly, his face contorted into what had to be the most shit-eating grin you've ever laid eyes on.
"Bad decision _______" He said at last in a sing-song sort of voice.
"Whatever it is, I'm sure I can handle it." you answered. And this was true, you were never one to back down from a good dare.
"Are you sur
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