Sebastian x Baby Reader: Valentine Rendezvous by Tarnisis, literature
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Sebastian x Baby Reader: Valentine Rendezvous
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It was almost midnight and Sebastian Michaelis, the demon Butler of Ciel Phantomhive, sat in quietude within his private chambers. In the darkly furnished room, that he was able to call his own, the demon no longer stood on ceremony- having long since been left to his own devices for the evening. His usual dress coat and shoes had been shucked and all that remained of his uniform was the shirt and pristine sleek black pants.
It was a fact that demon’s rarely needed physical rest, so Sebastian had made no move to sleep, and had opted for his normal silent contempl
Sebastian x Baby Reader: Her Butler, Tending by Tarnisis, literature
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Sebastian x Baby Reader: Her Butler, Tending
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It had been three days and (F/n) Phantomhive hadn’t stopped crying. The seven month old little girl was usually a very happy baby, but with a nasty fever and ear-ache, she was now absolutely miserable.
Ciel and Lizzy, her worn out parents, had tried everything they could think of to soothe their child, but nothing was working. The Doctor who had visited on the first day of her fever, had stated that other than making her comfortable there was nothing to be done but wait. So the Phantomhive Household had waited . . . and waited . . . and waited . . . Until finally o
Sebastian x Child! Reader: Her Butler, Proud by Tarnisis, literature
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Sebastian x Child! Reader: Her Butler, Proud
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Her Butler, Proud
It was nearing twilight as the last fractals of light disappeared into the nighttime clouds of a periwinkle sky. Carriages clattered noisily through the streets of London chauffeuring the elite of society to the nearest theaters and other forms of entertainment.
From the depths of the large city a single stately house sat in mild splendor, with warm light wafting through large clear-cut windows. From within the home, a couple finished dressing to the nines and made their way down to the entryway where their Butler awaited to help them into their coats.
The Master of t
Sebastian x Child! Reader: Beautiful Monster by Tarnisis, literature
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Sebastian x Child! Reader: Beautiful Monster
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It was almost midnight, and you were wide awake.
You had been asleep- happily and blissfully unaware of the world around you- and then just as suddenly you were gasping for air and crying out. For several moments you cried into yourself- rubbing your little chubby hands over your now tear-stained face- before you could even remember why you were scared.
It had been a nightmare that'd woken you up. And a nasty one at that.
Slowly the dream began to come back to you, and you instantly cried harder. It was horrible and there was no
Sebastian-x-Child Reader: Her Butler, Seeking by Tarnisis, literature
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Sebastian-x-Child Reader: Her Butler, Seeking
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Her Butler, Seeking
“Mistress?”
With rounded, little girl eyes you looked up at your father’s butler from the tea you had been pouring. “What, Sebastian?”
From his place across from you, Sebastian Michaelis gave you an apologetic look. “I’m afraid I must interrupt our tea party, my lady. For it is time for me to prepare your lunch.”
It was true that Sebastian always cooked your meals- although technically Bard held the title of Phantomhive Chef- and you were getting rather hungry. But despite this, a sorry pout formed on your face and y
Sebastian x Child Reader: Her Butler, Valentine by Tarnisis, literature
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Sebastian x Child Reader: Her Butler, Valentine
Sebastian x Child Reader
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It was February 14th and as the sun rose on this very special day, the snow from the night before sparkled as if it had been touched by magic. It was Valentine’s Day once again, and all of London seemed to embrace it with welcome arms. Every shop and café had decorations of hearts and red and pink banners, and there were more flower bouquets than could ever be sold- in spite of the cold weather. And though it was still quite early in the morning, lovers walked through the cobbled streets hand in hand with nothing but smiles. All in a