UnevenAngle

Dusk came quickly, quicker than you had wanted, and now you and Sebastian were alone in the courtyard of the Phantomhive Manor. He stood on one side, you at the other. You watched Sebastian tighten up his gloves before staring over at you. "I do hope that you are ready for whatever I may throw at you. It isn't too late to back down you know."He says. You shake your head. "No! I can do it! Ashe and Angela will see that I am not the weakest angel! I can kill a demon!"you say. Sebastian shrugged. "Very well..Here I come!" In a sudden lunge, Sebastian was running fast at you, in his hand were butter knives, one would easily get a mere scratch

Sebastian stood outside your room door with a candlestick in hand. The dim light illuminated the smirk that had adorned his features. “Ah, I feel a fight between an angel and a demon is about to pursue. Very well _______. If it is a fight you  then it is a fight you will have.”he smirked to himself. A small croaked chuckle erupted from his throat as he turned and disappeared into the darkness of the manor. The next morning, Sebastian came to wake you, not at all surprised at the fact that you were already awake though. “Good morning m’lady. I trust you slept well.”he said with a gracious bow of his head. You n

Grell x reader Reader's P.O.V. "No, Grell! I don't want too!" "But darling its going to be fun!" Grell was chasing me around the Phantomhive mansion..again. It was raining outside, so i couldn't go out. The stupid cat obsessed butler suggested that Grell and I should explore an abandon mansion in the city, but i refused to go. That's why the red head is chasing me. I ran into a closet and hid in there. BOOM! I flinched. "Stupid ass thunder..." I froze when the door opened. "_______________" Grell said. "Ah shit!" I ran out. "I said I don't- OOF!" Grell tackled me to the ground. "You don't have a choice~" He sang. He picked me up and slung

The Love Confession (Grell x Reader 5) “You brought it home,” you said flatly.  Your eyebrow twitched slightly. “I didn’t!  It hid in my bag!”  Grell insisted.  He held up the small, round ball of fluff and eyed it warily.  “Honestly, Darling.  Fur is so last season.” Its tail was long and bushy, and a black mask surrounded its shiny, marble-like eyes.  You had just gotten back from your honeymoon, but somehow a baby raccoon had come back with you.  As you considered the situation for a moment, you decided to discard your former assumption of the situation.  Grell didn’t even want for you to