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           You get called to the center of the room to pick an item from Grell's hand bag. After feeling around for a moment, something you think you recognize gets your attention. You lift the item you've chosen up and out of the purse to reveal a group of cherries. "Hey, these are still in really good shape. I think I could even eat these." "Don't you dare, those are for my Bassy." Grell quickly grabbed the cherries out of your hand, dropping the purse to the ground with a loud thud. "Put them back in my purse, pick something else." William roughly hit Grell over the head with his scythe. "Stop prolonging this idi

The soul of the young man slipped through the young demon’s throat like honey. So sweet and delicious, it almost made her drunk. The young demon pulled away from the youth, watching as his body fell to the ground like a rag doll. For five years she’s been at his beck and call, comforting him when he asked for it, singing to him his favorite songs, even satisfying some of his desires, and then delivering the perfect revenge against his abusive brother, the only family has had left, yet they were far from it. HIs older brother would torment him, treat him like a prisoner in his own home, that was until he called out for someone to h

"S-Sebastian..." You whispered quietly as he sat down next to you. "Yes, milady?" You took one of your hands off the piano and to your lips, thinking. "What....What does..." Sebastian looked down at you and smirked, "you can ask me anything, _____________..." You looked at him wryly then back down at the piano keys. You stumbled on your words and Sebastian's hand went to your chin, lifting it up to meet his gaze. His face inched closer and your body froze. You looked into his blood red eyes, finally gathering enough courage to finally say something, "what does a kiss mean to you?" His lips touched yours briefly before he stood up and

Fly Me To The Moon (William T. Spears x Reader) (Author’s note: This was a request from “DancerHybrid”.  I hope you all enjoy it :D!) “Is this really necessary?”  You asked as William began tuning his radio.  It was rather old.  You were surprised that it still worked.  William shot you a serious glance and pushed his glasses up onto the bridge of his nose. “Every lady should know how to dance, Miss ______,” he said evenly.  You rolled your eyes and placed your hands on your hips. “I don’t know…I don’t think-” You stopped as the radio let out a loud screech before s

OKAY. SO. I originally wrote this to be a PluiexClaude, since she gave me the idea that Claude stalks me in the bathroom (it's actually just full of spiders). BUT. I'm changing it to a ClaudexReader. SINCE I CAN DO THAT I'M THE AUTHOR HERE. haha, on with the story. /// "CIEL! I LOVE YOU!" You screamed at the computer monitor, after watching the final episode of Black Butler season 2. It had been two days since you last left your house, only leaving your desk to grab food and use the washroom. And really not even then. You and your older brother had been having a Kuro marathon (not an uncommon sight in the (last name) household,

          You stood outside the door of the Trancy home, afraid to knock on the door. Why had Sebastian chosen you of all people to run an errand here? You summoned your courage and swallowed hard, finally knocking on the door. A few seconds later the door opened. There stood Claude, glaring down at you like you'd insulted his tap dancing. “Hi, I believe your master received a cane that was order for my master. I was sent to pick it up.” You were surprised at how calm your voice sounded. “Yes, indeed we did. My master was hoping that the Earl would come to retrieve his order himself, but I knew that was doubtful.” He

         “What in the world is going on here?” Uncomfortable and unable to sleep, you tossed and turned underneath the thick blankets until you realized why it was you weren't sleeping comfortably. “No, not again.” Already knowing what you would see, you opened your eyes to a dark, dusty room that was not your own. Scrambling from the bed, still in your night clothes, as you had been when you went to sleep, in your own bed, you rushed to the door an peeked outside. Judging by how quiet it was, you assumed that no one else would be awake. “This really does have to stop. It's getting ridiculous.” Just before

        “I suppose we should keep things going, at lease for another turn or two. I fear that I might be drastically overstaying my welcome here. We wouldn't want that now, would we?” Sighing to himself, Grell sluggishly walked up to you and weakly took your hand in his. “Would you please do me the honor of going next?” “Sure. I don't see a reason why I wouldn't.” Not buying his depressed, pathetic act, you happily hopped onto your feet and dug around in his purse until you pulled out a bright pink flower. It was made of silk, but it looked surprisingly realistic. “This is really pretty. Wait, isn't

       Grell silently stood in front of the room, pressed his fingertip to his lips and quickly looked around. A second or two later, he strutted up to you with a wide smile on his face and held out his hand. “I believe you're going to be absolutely perfect for this next turn.” Grabbing on to your hand, he pulled you to your feet and tugged you towards his almost empty, red purse. “Well, come on now, don't dawdle about, we haven’t got all day you know.” “I'm going as fast as I can, but you were standing right in front of me so I could hardly move.” Thrilled your turn had finally come, you freed your

         “Just I expected, that last turn was rather interesting. Hopefully, this next turn holds a bit more romance though. I must say, I'm simply dying to play matchmaker again. It's been so terribly long.” With a wave of his hand, Grell dismissed the subject and snatched his purse from the table. “Let me see here, who should I let play next?” He squinted his eyes slightly as he locked on to you. “You, you're going to go next.” Eccentric as always, he dropped the purse on your lap and quickly ran off towards the closet. “Okay then, that was a bit odd.” Quickly brushing aside his behavior, you