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:bulletred: :bulletpink: Sebastian x Demon Reader: Mingling :bulletred: :bulletpink: He stood in the midst of a hundred humans, all twirling gaily in festive gowns and well-tailored suits, in celebration of the Lover’s Holiday. This figure fit in well amongst the lively throng, though he was clearly different as he moved silently through the crowded gathering.  From his raven hair and evening jacket, to the amused expression and shinning wine red eyes, the man screamed unknown and mysterious. But differing from normal, his presence wasn’t realized by the ecstatic ones around him, save for the young man of fourteen that currently

THEME #40: FANCY “HEY (NAME)! LET’S DO SOME KARAOKE!” Alfred yelled, literally blowing out your eardrum. “OW, DAMMIT!” You clapped a hand over your ear and glared at one of your best friends. “I know it’s loud in here, but you don’t have to scream, for fuck’s sake!” Alfred just grinned and grabbed your hand. “C’mon, (Nickname), it’ll be fun~!” “Karaoke? With you? Hell no!” You pulled your arm out of his grip, choosing instead to look past the clumps of partying countries and into the kitchen, where Lovino, Mathias, and Arthur were getting drunk

    Sebastian crossed the ballroom swiftly, lacquered black shoes clicking on the marble floors. His head turned left, then right, scanning the expanse of the room. To say he was harried would be an understatement.    He looked over his shoulder, spotting Master Ciel talking business with a fabric merchant. He was safe, for now.  That was what mattered. It was his job as butler to keep his young Lord safe and his reputation spotless. So God damn it, where was she? He knew she was here. He could smell her.    The scent was sickeningly sweet, and if he were to take a moment to dissect it, the demon would find the exact name to be Belladonna,

The last twenty four hours has been hell for Arthur Kirkland. His girlfriend dumped him and he was the best man of a wedding where the groom was freaking out over the tiniest things. Arthur was just about ready to ruin all things sweet. Arthur sat at the reception area, watching as other happy couples danced. “Arthur.” The bride used a sympathy voice, squeezing his shoulder as he drank at the open bar, “She just wasn’t the one. Don’t feel bad, it wasn’t your fault.” “Don’t mind me, it’s your happy day. Go have a great time with that idiot.” The bride smiled, “Alfred&rs

This is why you don’t let me look at all kinds of t-shirts on the internet. Enjoy! ______________________________________________________________________ Ireland took off his coat as he entered his house, where his brothers England and Scotland were sitting with their cousin (name). Ireland walked into the living room, waving to (name) and sticking his tongue out at his siblings. When (name) caught sight of his shirt, however, the female country made him stop. “What does your shirt say?” (name) asked curiously. Ireland grinned before turning to show her. “Irish you were naked!” he crowed happily. England groane

    "Omigod - Arthur!" you squealed, giggling in delight. "I remember this phase!"    Your grin widened as you pulled out England's old, dirty pirate hat and plopped it on your head. Draping his jacket over your shoulders, you smiled into the nearby mirror and shut one eye.    "What in – [Country Name], take that off right now!" snapped Arthur, turning to see you prancing around in his old pirate garb.    "Never, ye land lubber!" you sang, and moved as Arthur tried to grab the jacket. Giggling, you ran from him.    "Come on, you don't know what kind of diseases that has! You could get lice - or scurvy!"    "You don’t get

A warning for swearing! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  “So, why did you even agree to go on this double date in the first place?” you asked, digging into the fries Alfred had gotten you from McDonald’s.  “My ex-girlfriend and I have been on good terms,” Arthur said as he took a sip of his tea. “And I want to show her that I am completely over her.”  “But you’re not,” Alfred deadpanned. Arthur groaned as he placed his head in his hands.  “I’m not,” Arthur admitted. “She’s beautiful, smart, amazing in all ways possible…not to men

(for all of you who have finals this week I am writing this to make you feels better. yes there is swearing) Ugh finals. You hate them. You fear them. Right now you happen to be in the middle of your math Final. 'Shit we didn't learn this stuff in class. I AM GOING TO FAIL.' 'hm....I wonder if people could read minds? is that why everyone is so quiet' 'IF YOU CAN READ MY MIND COUGH' Someone coughs. 'SHIT OK (Y/N) JUST DONT THINK ABOUT GAY PORN AND YOU WILL BE FINE.' Thoughts of Gay porn fill your mind. 'NOOOOOOO.....wait wasn't I taking a test.' Your eyes focus in on the paper. Wtf is 2+2? 'DAMMIT THIS IS TO HARD I SURENDER. THIS TEST IS TAK

You burst into Alfred's room (even though there was "NO GIRLS" written clearly on the door ((which, by the way, your boyfriend had tried everyday to rub off))). "Alfred, help! I don't have a Christmas present for Arthur!" Alfred dramatically spun around in his black leather chair (like they did in the movies), dressed in a tuxedo and wearing sunglasses. He suddenly ripped the sunglasses off his face and stood up, slamming his hands on the table. "You what?!" You raised your hands in defense as if Alfred was going to strike you. "I didn't have any time to buy him a present! Plus you cleaned out my wallet when we went to McDonald's! I really