Selfish [Sebastian Michaelis x Reader] by Bang-Boy, literature
Literature
Selfish [Sebastian Michaelis x Reader]
The very least thing you expected to see when arriving to the address Sebastian lived at, was to witness the utter chaos and destruction in his apartment. The open front door allowed you to peek inside from the corridor and notice broken furnitures, devastated kitchen counter and the sofa, seemingly cut thoroughly multiple times until the white balls of the filling scarreted around the room like a freshly fallen snow.
You couldn’t truly comprehend what did the image in front of you meant and what could possibly happen there to cause such a huge amount of damage. Prehaps someone has broken in, prehaps they were looking for something part
Her Blood | Claude Faustus by JustABrokenSpirit, literature
Literature
Her Blood | Claude Faustus
“Can’t you stop your crying, Claude purrs, as if the blood was never
leaking down her limbs, his knife never stained a bitter brown, “frankly, it’s
awfully unbecoming. and you’re a gentlewoman, are you not? Despite the
ugliness of that expression of yours, foolishly hoping for revenge. Come now, my
dear, you promised your soul to me long ago.” She wishes the knife was
entombed within his gut instead, but his blood is warm within him, and hers is long spent.
Regal | Ciel x Shy!Reader | Black Butler | COMM. by VanillaMetal, literature
Literature
Regal | Ciel x Shy!Reader | Black Butler | COMM.
“I'm nervous...”
“Don't be.”
Sebastian smiled at you charmingly, hoping to calm your nerves even by a little. The two of you were standing outside the door that led into Ciel's quarters. This infamous boy, the 'Queen's Watchdog' as they called him.
Believe it or not, you were a marriage candidate for him. It was crazy to even consider, but there was a chance that he would say 'yes' to you, and just like that you'd be married to such an iconic person.
On the flipside, there was also the chance that he might say 'no'. That was always a possibility, unfortunately, and not one that you especially looked forward to.
No
Witness [Undertaker x Reader] by Bang-Boy, literature
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Witness [Undertaker x Reader]
The crows’ cawing echoed in an empty, narrow street alongside your chaotic footsteps on the cobblestone ground. It was deep night already, streetlights darkened many hours ago leaving the path appearing even colder and unwelcoming than it already was in the middle of the day. You could clearly hear the disturbing sound of water flowing down the gutter and the puddles underneath your shoes — the last remainings of today’s pouring rain. Goosebumps which appeared on your forearms didn’t help you in the slighest to handle the bad weather and the chill fear sliding down your spine like a deadly cold snake, grabbing your tig
Snake was certain that he has been looking for more than an hour now, and with every passing minute his anxiety only grew further. Keats was nowhere to be seen, not only by him, but also by the other servants in the Phantomhive manor and despite Mey Rin’s kind offer to help him looking (”Aren’t you glasses broken again, though? Asks Oscar.”) and Finny’s enthusiasm in this new adventure and the possibility to help a friend (”I can manage by myself, thank you. Mister Sebastian can get angry at you if you don’t clean up the mess in the garden as he asked you to. Says Emily.”), Snake has to decline
Devilicious [Sebastian Michaelis x Reader] by Bang-Boy, literature
Literature
Devilicious [Sebastian Michaelis x Reader]
Sebastian knew the taste of eternity, the bittersweet sensation at the tip of his tongue and the whisper at the back of his head telling him that nothing, none could ever experience as much as him. He enjoyed it a lot, just like the pride it was giving him with the mere knowledge of how many things his eyes could see which were going to forever be invisible for everyone else, no matter how long they prayed. It was his and his own, the personal, intimate act of savouring reality without any limits, eating it whole with an endless hunger and never stopping, not even for a second.
That is, until he had a fleeting opportunity to held you in his a
Burning [Sebastian Michaelis x Reader] by Bang-Boy, literature
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Burning [Sebastian Michaelis x Reader]
Crickets were performing their songs in between the long strands of wild grass, protecting you from the cool, midnight air. The stars shining bright above you were giving enough light to make the whole sky seem like a marvelous painting—unique and one of a kind, the tiny dots scattered on an endless, dark abyss.
The whole landscape around you seemed like a dream, a surreal interpretation of various memories and yet, the smell of fresh grass and the apple-tree blooming nearby with white flowers was as vivid as the presence next to you. You could feel the soft texture of the blanket you were sitting on, just like the weight of the coat wh
Her Sweetness, Beautifully Bitter | William Spears by JustABrokenSpirit, literature
Literature
Her Sweetness, Beautifully Bitter | William Spears
[Mafia!AU]
Some call him the janitor.
He hates the name, firstly, for its connotations of coarseness and dull-wittedness, and, secondly, for the way it sounds rolling off their tongue.
“To you, my name is the Reaper,” William corrects, index finger tapping against the gleaming metal of his pistol's barrel, “in future, kindly remember that.”
But their name for him is fitting. William’s not the typical consigliere; alongside advising the Don with information he has picked up off the streets, he has found himself a niche in cleaning up the mafia’s messes. Those who prove hard to kill, those that are
A Night By Him | Yandere!Sebastian Michaelis by JustABrokenSpirit, literature
Literature
A Night By Him | Yandere!Sebastian Michaelis
[Modern!AU]
“My dear,” Sebastian purrs, an arm around your waist, “you suddenly appear as if you’re not feeling too good.”
Slowly, having to recalibrate what exactly is going on, you nod and seize onto Sebastian in turn - afraid of collapsing into a heap off your stool unless you have something to hold. And you’re struggling to comprehend all these colours: the headache-inducing neon lights of the ceiling, all those faces blurring into one, the brightness of Sebastian’s eyes studying yours. Yet, the only thing you can see with clarity now is those eyes - hauntingly close, observing you coolly and co