Rumor has it [Undertaker x Reader] by Bang-Boy, literature
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Rumor has it [Undertaker x Reader]
His question surprised you no less than the fact that he offered you a cup of hot tea just when you went through his parlour’s door. It was not the first time you decided to pay him a visit—growing fond of his eccentric company was not something you planned alongside participating in one of those exquisite balls the high class of nobility was always invited to, nevertheless there you were. And you would be a liar if you told anyone that you did not enjoy the 5 o’clock tea and handmade biscuits with him every few days a week. Undertaker was a source of many great surprises and he never failed to make you laugh. He was confident but not arrogant, clearly understanding his own nature, the task which was ever so difficult for many people. You, on the other hand, slowly learned how to express yourself more freely by his side and not cover yourself with odd conventions and social rules. You could be yourself, the vivid reflection of your personality and he never judged you for
Abyss [Undertaker x Reader] by Bang-Boy, literature
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Abyss [Undertaker x Reader]
Silence fell upon you like a fresh snow—light yet cold. At first you could not comprehend why there was no answer from the other side, why did Undertaker become so quiet all of a sudden, when barely a moment ago he was defending his rights so vigorously. It was rare for you to fight, but when it happened, you could sense the divide growing wider between you with every next word spoken. The ones which left your mouth just now were strong enough to move the mountains and caused an avalanche. “I believed you were different, guess that goes to show monsters are all the same!” Undertaker said nothing. You watched him blink at you slowly, as if he was in some kind of torpor, and then turn his head back to the table and all the tools spread on it. He has just finished his work on another unfortunate mortal who happened to get run over by the carriage and he was the one who managed to fix him good enough so the family could see the body one last time without a trauma. Spending whole days
Void [Sebastian Michaelis x Reader] by Bang-Boy, literature
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Void [Sebastian Michaelis x Reader]
Tall flames fluttered on the soft blow of the wind and the shadows danced along on the walls, swirling between the painted flowers and ivy. It was difficult to focus your vision on any particular object, although you knew the room you were in perfectly well—you could clearly recall the location of the old furniture; heavy, wooden wardrobe right in front of you, the set of armchairs at your right with a small, round table in between and the enormous, magnificent painting of the landscape of some distant land hanging above. There was a dressing table at your left, the one you admired for a long time, often imagining that it could stand in your bedroom instead of the guest room, the addition so stunning and practical you almost felt the regret because of how useless it was there. Sometimes, when you had too much time for yourself, you would come to this room, sit down and observe yourself in the mirror, the design allowing you to see yourself from three different angles. It did not seem
Selfish [Sebastian Michaelis x Reader] by Bang-Boy, literature
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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
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
Devilicious [Sebastian Michaelis x Reader] by Bang-Boy, literature
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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
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
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
Purpose [Crowley Eusford x Reader] by Bang-Boy, literature
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Purpose [Crowley Eusford x Reader]
The sky was crying above the dead Tokyo as its tears were washing off the blood and dust from an empty, dreadfully silent streets. Quiet, steady sound of the droplets hitting the ground were such a contrast to the amount of screams, shrieks and explosions which were filling up the air barely few hours ago. The shots and agonizing whines were now replaced by a soft melody, sweet music played by the nature on the graves of those who died in the battle. Such a poetical, melancholic image, the death itself looming around soundlessly as everything was calm now—as if the war between humans and vampires has never happened.
You woke up