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Little Complaints (SebastianxReader, Christmas)
A Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji Fanfiction
“Deck the halls with boughs of holly, fa la la la la, la la la la…”
You were humming and quietly singing along to another Christmas carol, as usual nowadays. You were often found murmuring a song or another under your breath nowadays, as if this was quite the norm—and it was, at least for the season that was in store.
“‘Tis the season to be jolly, fa la la la la, la la la la…”
You continued the song with only a fraction of a second’s pause, then resumed by humming to the tu
Wrong Target (ZukoxReader)Wrong Target
Request for SpiritStien111
Carefully, you wound your way through the crowds of the marketplace streets, keeping the shaggy dark hair of your target visible as you ducked between bartering shopkeepers and their customers.
He continued his trek past the stalls, wallet hidden in his coat pocket. (E/c) eyes completely focused on the man and only him, you didn’t even notice the thin crowds and general lack of noise.
You were on an empty street now, but that didn’t matter. With the sum of gold in that man’s wallet, you could eat like a king for at least a week. Your stomach growled in anticipation of
Decorating the Christmas Tree (ClaudexReader)
A Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji Fanfiction
Decorating the Christmas Tree
Lord Trancy was on one of his usual absences from the Trancy manor. Usually, at his side, he would have his well-trusted butler, Claude Faustus, with him every moment, but today Alois opted for another choice.
“Hannah!” He called out, his eyes darting down the line of servants who stood before him: the three, purple-haired triplets, the golden-eyed butler, and the woman with the bandaged eye… and their newest addition to the family of servants: you.
The woman called Hannah Annafeloz gave a start as her lord called her f
That Butler, Daunting (SebastianxReader)That Butler, Daunting
Request for elfkena
The metal doorknob felt cold under your hand, but you clutched it anyways, slowly turning until the door clicked open. You poked your head around the door and sighed, thankful that the disastrous chef with a tendency to set things on fire wasn’t yet awake.
Quickly, you made your way to the storage room, pulling out ingredients to make a cake for the young master’s birthday. A can of Earl Grey tea was higher up on the shelves and you stretched to reach it, placing one hand on the shelf below to steady yourself.
Finally wrapping your frigid fingers around the metal can
He was always there, in your dreams.
Every night, once you'd drifted off to sleep, he would be there. His crimson eyes would stare into yours with an enigmatic desire, his hypnotic smile entranced you to no end, and his raven hair felt soft against your cheek when he kissed you.
His kiss...it was like a drug, always making you want more.
He would always hold you so gently, wrapping you in a comforting, warm embrace, and he would croon softly into your ear with his deep, hypnotic voice.
There was always something you didn't understand though. If it was only a dream...how were you able to feel it?
How were you able to feel his soft hai
CielxReader "Check-" With a simple flick of the wrist, the black king was knocked onto the carpeted floor,"mate."
Ciel stared at you wide-eyed as his piece fell to the ground with an abnormally loud clatter. "Look at that Ciel. It seems I've beaten you."
Still confused over the loss, he sat still in his chair. An uncharacteristic grin spread on your face. His eyes narrowed and suddenly, he threw himself off the chair and wiped the board right off the table, making room to slam his hands down on top of it.
You laughed at his anger,"Ciel, you're such an interesting person. Why are you so upset over one little loss-?"
Death Amongst Life (William T. SpearsxReader) "Honestly, _______, how many times have I told you to not slack off on the job?" William asks, glasses flashing threateningly. You blow him off, leaning back in your chair.
"Will, I'm already done for now. I've finished all the paperwork: I only need to head out a little later and collect the souls. Don't get your knickers in a twist." You reply, opening one yellow-green eye. "My work space is cleaned and organized, as well. So just let me relax."
Indeed, your work space was spotless, not a paper out of place. William just sighs and gets back to work.
"Would you mind running some paperwork down to Ronald, then? I have too much work to do at the moment."
You get up, annoyed, and rip the papers out of his hands. "Fine, I'll do it. But I'm not your freaking secretary, got it?"
"Understood." He replies, eyes locked on the work set in front of him. You walk away, mind on overdrive.
Why do all these damn men always have to treat me li
That Butler, Morning Routine :SebastianXReader:Light, feathery touches curved down her body, rousing her from a warm and sleepy dreamland. Slender fingertips danced across tender skin with a nimble gracefulness, as if caressing a precious treasure. A smile curled upwards on pink lips, (e/c) eyes slowly fluttering open to meet the dusky light of dawn filtering through heavy curtains.
"Good morning, my lady," a voice murmured; tone sensuous yet professionally devoted. The male baritone was just like the trumpets of heaven as it floated into her eardrums and settled inside her mind, echoing off the corners of her skull.
She did not stir or speak. Instead, drowsy eyes fell shut once more, a
Black Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven William
"It's your turn to play. Now come up here and stop wasting time." Grell pulled you to the center of the room, picking up his purse and holing it out for you. "Pick something good now, I want to be entertained." He smiled wide.
You reached into the bag and felt around for a bit. A moment later you lifted out a crumpled piece of paper. You unwrinkled it to read the name on it. "It says William T. Spears. Guess that makes it pretty obvious who it belongs to huh?"
William stood up, walked over to you and adjusted his glasses. "I do apologize. I honestly didn't bring any items suited to put in a purse. When Grell called me here he said
Claude Faustus x Bullied!Reader - My Lament 1
I walked on school's corridor and heard people laughing behind my back. Yeah, this have happened on three years and I have seriously told to teachers but they can't do anything more because their parents are seriously wealthy. My parents died on car accident a year ago and I go every day after school to visit their graves. I sighed and tried my best not to cry front of them because they will know that I'm weak. But I have one friend called Jack who is senior. ''Hi (y/n)!'' he yelled when I was putting my books in my locker. ''Oh, hi Jack. What's up?'' I asked and smiled to him gently. ''I'm going with my girlfriend Elizabeth out so are gonna
Help Needed Sebastian X Reader
You were sitting on the small front porch of your home when an urgent letter arrived for you. It was from the Phantomhive estate. Quickly ripping into it, you noticed the letter was from Sebastian. The letter read as follows:
I am dreadfully sorry for the lack of notice, however I am in dire need of your assistance today. The young master has planned for a rather large get together for the investors of his company without my knowledge. I am one hell of a butler, but this is simply too much to do on my own. I do hope you will be able to help me today, I trust no one more fully with this task.
America X Reader: Sleepy Time with America
Oh great. There he was. Mister America in all his glory
at your house in superman Pajamas . A hamburger plush pillow
and that same goofy grin of his. How did this all start
Oh yeah, you remember now
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"My goodness,_________! Are you okay? You look tired ",
England spoke concerned.
"Y-Yeah I'm just fine Englan- !!!"
"__-_______! Careful! Don't hit your
head on the table! You could hurt yourself!"
The hand you had used to support your tired head had given up
and now your face was in the smack fricken center of your desk.
Misconceptions of Authors + Their Place in Society As I continue writing and looking up tidbits of information, I am unfortunately reminded that the make-up of today's society seems to not appreciate authors as much as they once did. My only question is: why is that?
Surely there have been great technological advances in which it is easier to obtain books (audio books, Kindles, iTunes downloads, and the like); however, it seems that we hold the creators of our most beloved stories at low esteem. There was a time when authors and certainly artists of any talent were looked upon as the most intelligent of intellectuals, second only to scientists and philosophers. We are being b
Urge, Addiction, Depression, RepeatThere are times
When I simply wish
And never come back
And I wish I could
Close my eyes
For the final time
There are times
I wish I didn't exist
That I wish I would only
Be a phantom
Of a memory
I reach out
For the cold metal blade
And sometimes let myself think
That it would be better
If I were gone
And there's the instance
Where I wish
I could tell my friends
What's become of me
But I don't
Because I can't
They don't need that worry
And they don't deserve that burden
So I hide the pain
Behind a mask
And they are
None the wiser
I reach out
For the blade
And allow myself
To create small cuts
That adorn my arms
And I continue
Watching the small trickles of blood
That seep slowly
Through the shallow cuts
That will invariably
I reach for the blade again
My thoughts a jumbled mess
Of pain and misery
Creating more shallow abrasions
As the world slips away
Today wasn't as bad
As the rest
Nothing is seriously wrong
Ode to PrussiaGleaming red eyes
Shining white hair
A Prussian albino
At his best
Known as Gilbert Beilschmidt
It's easier to just call him 'Prussia'
Blind at birth
He was almost killed by Germania
Spared because of his little yellow chick
Gilbird, who became his eyes
As he grew older
He gained sight
And saw his little brother
After his brother, Ludwig, was born
Leaving Gilbert to raise Ludwig
In his teen years
From the Teutonic Knights
To the Grand Duchy of Prussia
With his friends
A Frenchman named Francis
And a Spaniard named Antonio
They formed what would be known
As the Bad Touch Trio
As he reached adulthood
His laugh of
And his cries of
Became a normal occurence
As he grew older still
He had seen his share of wars
But the defining moment
Had yet to be reached
Then came the aftermath
Of World War One
Where he had given up
The western portion of his land
Then, in World War Two
The Berlin Wall
Separated him from hi
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