Angelic (Sebastian X Reader)
The golden and red rays of the sunset flooded into your room, and you could hear the guests beginning to arrive, excited to be a part of one of the Earl Phantomhive's parties. Of course, the idea had first been introduced by his fiance, Lady Elizabeth, and he practically had no choice but to agree with it.
You were (F/N) (L/N), a servant of the Phantomhive estate. Having been employed for a year and a half now, you had seen some exceptionally odd things in your service but had grown quite close to the other servants as well, aggravating as they were sometimes.
However, tonight you were very excited, as your master had said that he would allow all of the servants to attend the party, as a reward for exceptionally hard, or trying to at least.
You had picked out a beautiful white dress that cascaded to the floor in waves. It truly looked amazing and you couldn't wait to put it on.
Slipping it on, you put your hair in (favorite style) and opened the door to the room. Walking down the stair
Old Villain, Young Damsel"Gahh, what is all these crazy wires and fancy high tech stuff and doodads?" A very old man, named Dick said as he went hobbling into one of his home's spare bedrooms while leaning on a cane. Inside of the room was his almost adult granddaughter Darci who neared her 21st birthday.
"Just USB wires for my technology granddad." Darci, who had brunet short hair wearing a red blouse with black shorts with matching black tights said as she was engrossed into her brand new phone.
"Gahhh, you whippersnappers and all your USBs and wifi and twitch. In my day, you kick the can, did your chores and for someone of your gender, be kidnapped often!" He rambled on.
"Whatever granddad." Darci said as she shifted her focus to her Nintendo handheld device to play Pocket Monsters.
"Bahhh, no respect." He grumbled as he left the room. As he hobbled into his main study, he looked the room over and a smile came to his aged lips. Plastered on the wall was thousands of paper cutouts, about how Evil Dick once a
Sara and the Lost Swann - ConclusionAfter hours of fruitless struggles I think I must have dozed off, because when I next opened my eyes the sun was beginning to set, and its dying light was filtering in through the half drawn curtains. During my earlier wriggles I’d thought of perhaps trying to reach them and call for help, but then I realised that the window faced out the back of the house. Beside, with me tied up against Rachel like this, how would I even reach it?
I looked at my friend, her face held mere centimetres away from mine. She was asleep too. Amazing how being fighting against ropes and duct tape can absolutely tire you out. We’d spent so long fighting against our bonds with no success. The chafing around my wrists, arms and feet were testament to how hard we’d been struggling. As indeed was my body temperature. Being held this close to my best friend, in conjunction with the warm summer heat, meant I was roasting hot and dripping with sweat.
I murmured through my
Love of a Giant: Chapter Twenty-FiveThornstriker was growing more and more nervous. Not even senseless chatter could calm her down. She and Bloodshed were waiting in the main hall and an hour had passed already. God, her nerves had been so bad that Bloodshed had made her sit on a (giant) chair. She felt awful for making him worry over her like this, but…
It did make her feel a bit better, to say the least. Especially since things didn't seem to be right.
Soundwave and Bombrush were nowhere in sight. They were supposed to have been back by now... Bombrush had promised her that he would bring Soundwave back before the announcement. She knew that she was a grown woman and could handle herself, but her nerves were so rattled that she just wanted Soundwave to be there as a familiar, friendly face. Not to mention help calm her down.
Now she felt even worse. Bloodshed had tried to calm her nerves after he had her sit in this chair, offering to have a servant bring tea or food for her if she needed it. He had even offered
The Diner - Part 1Paradise, Texas; Population 451. Located about 65 miles northwest of Dallas, the speck of a town had more churches than people. I first encountered the aptly named villa on my way back to Houston from Oklahoma City, where I’d been stationed for the past week while meeting with a potential new client for work. A wrong turn off of I-35 put me miles off course, and I hadn’t passed anything but cotton fields and cow pastures for what seemed like hours.
Now, my rented Altima was running on fumes, and I didn’t know if I could make it another ten minutes down the road, much less the hour or more it would take to reach the relative civilization of Dallas. So, with the silver Nissan threatening to die at any moment, I coasted into the gravel-covered parking lot of ‘Pearl’s Diner and Petrol’ to give my trusty steed a much needed drink.
It was mid-July, and the sweltering Texas sun beat down on my already perspiring brow as I popped the
The Diner - Part 3I had to subdue my jubilation when my company finally sent me back to Oklahoma in early November. It had been 48 days since I’d last seen my sweet southern belle – I know because I was literally marking the days on my calendar. I was on the verge of going MIA and making the drive to Paradise as I had jokingly mentioned during my last visit, when my boss, Herb, pulled me into his office. He told me I’d have to spend ten days at a convention with our newest client as a team building opportunity. Ten days would be tough to endure, but if it meant I’d get to see Liv again, they could double the time for all I cared.
The next day, I hopped in my rental car and made the six and a half hour trek north, only stopping once to fuel up in a town called Denton. Denton has one of those massive novelty gas stations that makes their own snack foods, and I had a hankering for some of their signature beef jerky. With my dried meat craving sati
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