Sebastian x Samantha (Black Butler OC Fan Fiction)"I wonder how Ciel Phantomhive will treat me…" I thought as we pulled up to a beautiful mansion. Let me explain, Lord Ciel Phantomhive hired me as his new maid because the old one was clumsy or something.Sebastian x Samantha (Black Butler OC Fan Fiction) by DevilMayCryVergil
"Ma'am, we're here" The one called Bardroy yelled from the driver's seat of the carriage. Since I don't speak, I just stepped out and walked towards the mansion's huge front doors with my two suit cases.
"Do you need any help with those Miss. Samantha?" He asked so I shook my head in reply.
"Suit yourself" He huffed while holding open the door.
"Bardroy, are you back with our new servant?" The voice of Ciel Earl Phantomhive called from up the staircase.
"Yes sir" The servant answered.
"Bring her to the drawing room so we can talk!" The young boy yelled back. Before I knew it we were dashing up the stairs.
I knocked quietly after the chef left.
"You may come in" Ciel Beckoned me forth as the door creped open.
"Please take a seat so we may discus some things" He pointed to a chai
Sticky Notes [Draco Malfoy x Reader]
You clutched the book in your hand, letting your free hand fix loose hairs from your bun.
Finally content with your updo, you make your way to the library.
For the past two weeks now, you've been meeting with someone there, you don't know who it is, but the two of you always meet after classes in the library, and communicate through sticky notes. You feel around in your pocket, making sure you have your set of sticky notes.
Content, you let out a sigh as you turn a corner. Closer, almost there.
Your face breaks it into a grin as you see the familiar entrance, and you let yourself in.
You smile at familiar people as you make your way to your seat. The same seat you always sit in, just to talk to him.
You open your book and try to read. You find you can't read, having to go over a sentence twice, still not processing a single word of it. You sigh, eagerly thinking of what you would tell him today. Probably of Potter's antics in professor Snape's class. You smile, you have been thinking o
Black Liquorice | Draco x ReaderRare are people who truly enjoy black liquorice. Most of the time, simply imaging such inky treat is enough to bring people to gag as an immediate reflex. Maybe they never even got properly acquainted with it; they just assume the quote on quote 'revolting' flavour is not to their sheltered taste buds.
They are often right, after all.
Though, for those who do appreciate its subtlety, they often proclaim it's their favourite kind of liquorice, as is the case to you for the purpose of this story. Its sharp, tongue-numbing bitter-sweetness caresses soft, tender skin with such care that it can practically send shivers down your spine. And what about its smell, intoxicatingly stagnant and blissful when combined with its deep taste.
There you sat, a bag of Dutch salmiakki drops comfortably nestled into your lap, sitting comfortably onto one of Hogwarts' many windowsills. Music was blaring through headsets muggles so affectionately qualify of 'bluetooth' and you stared aimlessly
Snowflakes (Draco Malfoy X Reader)
Draco Malfoy X Griffendor!Reader
Finally your evening classes had ended and you were free for the rest of the day, stretching your arms over your head you yawned loudly. Not many people were in the hallway,most were in their house common rooms, you and Hermione had gotten out of class later than usual due to a test you had to complete. She glanced at you with a small smile seeing you half-way down the hallway,
"Come on, (Name)!" She yelled, as you walked lazily down the hallway on the ground floor. Heromine was determined to drag you into the common room to study, she may have been a bookworm but you liked to mingle and relax a bit.It was your fifth year too, blood hell there was so much to learn and study. You were exhausted, and that didn't even include the 'He-who-shall-not-be-named' business.You glanced towards the window, and to your surprise powdery white specks were filling the panes of glass. Your (E/C) eyes stretched till they were the size of milk saucers as you watche
Vergil x reader [Someone has to]"Please don't", you whisperd in a husky voice kneeling on the ground, slightly shaking in the cold air. Jeans and T-shirt are more than unfitting for this chilly atum night, not to mention the storm rageing on but you could care less. The rain pours down on you as your trembling hand reached out to grap a hold of his wet, blue coat.
" Please don't do this Vergil." Your voice was shaking like your body, exhausted from running and shouting after him, trying to stop him from this nonsense. He didn't even shot a glate in you and just remained standing there gazing towards the horizon.
*I wonder why he had'nt cut of my hand yet*, you thought to yourself peering at Yamato. A rush of cold air reminds you of the situation you are in. Kneeling on the cold sidewalk, soaked wet, not even properly clothed, in the middle of the night shaking from the cold air while holding onto this significant coat as if it were your lifeline.
As a thunder struck thruh the threathening dark sky Vergil slowly turne