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I fell in love with you because you weren’t like anyone else, and you didn’t try to be. Do not think for one moment that you’ll disappoint me. I will love you no matter what.

that feel when u glance thru a fic written in french and ur like ? ? ? ? ? ? oui oui je suis bilingual ooohh yeas

His Maid, Day Off: 2

Summary: It appears I’ve underestimated Sebastian and wrongly predicted how rash his actions could be. I believe I can hear Unnie’s laughter right about now…

Pairings: Eventual Sebastian x Demon!reader


Warnings: Violence, death, gruesome details, seducing, yandere!sebastian

Word Count: 3335

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“Lord Scriven…”

Ciel’s look of surprise turned into a frown. “I apologize for our interruption, Lord Scriven, I was not expecting miss L/N to return until later.” Ciel apologized while Lord Scriven smiled, keeping his eyes locked on yours.

“That’s alright, Lord Phantomhive, such loveliness could never inconvenience me.”

Your hand dropped from the door knob as you closed your eyes and sighed. “My lord, may I have a private word with you?”

Ciel rose an eyebrow, then looked at Edward and cleared his throat. “Pardon me, I’ll only be a moment.” He said as he stood up and walked over to you.

Edward waved a hand at him. “Please, take all the time you need.” Ciel nodded and closed the door behind him.

He exhaled through his nose and turned around to see you staring him down with narrowed eyes. “Master.”

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Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.