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Sebastian-x- Angel Reader :bulletblack: When He Fell :bulletblack: Footsteps echoed gently on the cobblestoned streets of London, marking the presence of a singular figure. It was late- close to three o’clock in the morning- and the being that currently traversed the desolate roads was nothing more than a black shadow on the bleak canvas- moving unseen and unbridled through the empire that he had come to know so well. Though England hadn’t always been his home, the Demon knew that it was undoubtedly the best place he had ever called home. There was a raw sort of power behind the gothic buildings and rising designs that made the

"It was a relatively peaceful afternoon. Nothing had been destroyed in the Phantomhive Manor, courtesy of Finny, Bard and Mey-Rin...yet. Not that the Phantomhive Earl would hear about it since the Phantomhive Butler would attend to it and see it set right immediately. Mey-Rin was doing the laundry, Bard was tending to the repairs in the house(caused by him earlier that day), Finny was trimming the hedges while Mr. Tanaka was busy writing in his journal...eh? Oh wait, never mind. He's just sipping on his tea. I must have been confused by that steam surrounding his shrinking form. Anyway, all was calm in the Queen's Guard Dog's home. All becaus

:bulletblack: :bulletred: Sebastian x Child! Reader: Her Butler, Beautiful Monster :bulletblack: :bulletred: It was almost midnight, and you were wide awake.   You had been asleep- happily and blissfully unaware of the world around you- and then just as suddenly you were gasping for air and crying out. For several moments you cried into yourself- rubbing your little chubby hands over your now tear-stained face- before you could even remember why you were scared. It had been a nightmare that'd woken you up. And a nasty one at that.   Slowly the dream began to come back to you, and you instantly cried harder. It was horrible and there was no

:bulletblack: Sebastian x Child! Reader :bulletblack: Her Butler, Proud It was nearing twilight as the last fractals of light disappeared into the nighttime clouds of a periwinkle sky. Carriages clattered noisily through the streets of London chauffeuring the elite of society to the nearest theaters and other forms of entertainment. From the depths of the large city a single stately house sat in mild splendor, with warm light wafting through large clear-cut windows. From within the home, a couple finished dressing to the nines and made their way down to the entryway where their Butler awaited to help them into their coats. The Master of t