#unlike micha...

[together-we-are-fnaf]

almost went looking for doubles in the tags just to remember i feel weird around them

[solivers-inferno]

yes I have a complex understanding of Ciel’s character and his trauma. Yes I sexualize him and ship him with Sebastian. We coexist <3

[bapydemonprincess]

The demon is delighted to finally get shit done!

[prxtzeldotexe]

remember when I said I wanted a Fetch with Ruff episode of Game Changer?

Wish fulfilled.

only slightly. Sam I need more of this

⏳TONIGHT! ⏳

An episode of Game Changer over a year in the making - "One Year Later"

Premieres at 7pm ET / 4pm PT, only on Dropout

Starring host Sam Reich and contestants Jacob Wysocki, Vic Michaelis, and Lou Wilson

You have never seen anything like this

[kenzy-shop]

Michael Kaiser wasn't the type of person to splurge his feelings, his heart, aloud for the whole world to hear-- that was until he met you. He told you everything. If it was small he would tell you, if it was big news, you be the first person to know. Talking with you how his games went (even though you showed up just for him), giving you the inside scoop.

No matter what, he wanted to talk to you, anything would suffice. Today was no different.

After a game in the locker room, Kaiser throws a towel on the ground as hard as he could. Starting you as you look at your clipboard. No one else was in the Bastard Munchen, it was just the two of you and the towel that laid on the floor.

You knew how the game went; you were sitting in you designated seats taking notes per Kaiser request. Though if you weren't present, you would be able to tell how it went due to Kaiser actions and how everyone else acted.

You watch as he swirls around the locker room. His jersey was lying beside you; he only had his shorts on. You could see his blue rose tattoo up from his neck as the vines trailed down his arm to a crown on his hand. Everything you saw it, you felt weak. You didn't know why, it was just a tattoo; but I guess it was just his tattoo and that it was on him.

Kaiser made sharp eye contact with the, his blue catlike eyes staring directly into the [e/c] widen ones. Though as a feline found its prey.

"{Y/n}," He called out to you, pleading you name between his lips.

"Yes, Micha?" Your voice as soft as the wind blew by.

Kaiser fell between your legs, his head resting on your thigh. "Please," He pleads. "Tell me. what do you think?"

Your hands find its way to his check, he leans into your touch though as a cat would purr. "I'm not going to lie to you, Micha. But you could have done better."

That's what he loved about you. You didn't hide behind a bunch of lies to make someone feel better, you told them as it is. Maybe that's why he leaned towards you. He needs that someone to put him in his place and it just too happened to be the person in front of him who he was founding over. Your truth he leaned toward, your touch he needed to feel calm. To feel loved.

"I have your stats on the clipboard if you want them?" You pointed toward where you set the clipboard at your side.

Kaiser blue eyes follow your finger, his checks squished against your thigh, "Can you read them to me, liebe?"

You pick up the clipboard, reading everything to him you wrote down. He listened, tracing his shapes on your thighs. while you tried not to read out of line or repeat the words over and over.

"Thanks," He gave you a soft kiss on your thighs. He gets up from the floor, now calm and collected unlike before.

In his desperate moments, he can trust you. He can trust you won't say anything he mentioned to you, to anyone else. He can trust what you say, having known him for a while now. He can trust you won't use him, take advantage him. He puts his trust in you.

a/n: Sweet Kaiser. I think we all need a break, and here that is my pooks.

[uzurakis]

kaiser reaction to whenever you kiss his tatooes pls >_<

the evening is quiet, and the air is filled with a sense of calm that contrasts with the intensity usually exudes on the field. michael kaiser lounges in bed, his athletic form barely concealed by a loosely tied bathrobe. he holds a glass of red wine, the deep crimson liquid reflecting the soft light of the room.

you climb onto the bed, your movements gentle as you snuggle into his side. he glances at you with a small, affectionate smile before taking another sip of his wine. the aroma of the wine mingles with his scent, creating a comforting blend that makes you feel at ease; in kaiser’s presence, of course.

resting your head against his shoulder, your eyes are drawn to the rose tattoo that adorns his arm up until his neck. you trace its intricate lines with your fingers before leaning in to place a soft kiss on it. your lips move in a series of quiet pecks, preserving a symbol of his resolve and the hardships he has faced to get here.

kaiser’s breath hitches slightly, and you can feel the tension in his body melt away with each kiss. he drinks from his glass again, savoring the moment.

when you pull back, he looks down at you with a playful, yet serious expression. “i didn’t say you could stop?”

smiling, you resume kissing his tattoo, each touch of your lips a tranquil promise that you understand and accept his vulnerability. this tattoo, a symbol of his will, is a constant reminder of his journey, his fight for a better life beyond the impossible. kissing it means more to him than he can easily express; it’s as if you’re telling him that everything will be alright.

“your tattoo is beautiful, micha,” you whisper between kisses, “just like you.”

he places his glass of wine on the bedside table and wraps his arm around you, holding you closer. “hmm you make me feel like i can do anything,” he admits softly, his gentle voice is so unlike him, frankly you want to listen to every second of it.

you rest your hand over his heart, feeling its steady beat beneath your palm. “you already have,” you reply, meeting his gaze. “and i’ll always be here to remind you of that.”

he leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “then with you by my side, i might believe it, mein liebling.”

@uzurakis

[iwrite-sinsandtragedies]

Day 1 — Soulmates ₊˚✧ ﾟ

Submission for @goldengroovy's @olnfweek2024

MC: Micha

Long ass ramble under the cut 😂

Okayokayokay SO-

I love soulmate au's. I cannot tell you how many fics I've read or how many prompts I've played with or media I've consumed or how many bullshit ideas I've come up with in my own head for them, I CANNOT.

It's just - hhhhhhhhhhhh- Soulmate au's and Time Travel au's are just the shit that gets me out of bed some days 😩💖my world weary soul drinks that shit like medicine, okay?

That all being said, it's probably a little ambiguous which au I picked to some, so let me explain: There are two au's I'm mashing up here really, both are from fics I've read back in the day. One being a Clack fic and the other a Thilbo one 🤷‍♂️kind of calling myself out here but w/e, they were good fics.

The Thilbo one is easier to explain - the concept is "Heartsong" which is, literally what it says on the tin. You find out who your soulmate is the first time you hear them sing (and no, that does not mean everyone is just a naturally good singer - they can be ass at music but, the point is, when you hear them their song is the perfect song for you and your heart knows that). There's a lot of little nuances to this one - things like you hearing your heartsong when you dream so you always know the moment you find them. Also people who have quiet dreams because their heartsong died, sometimes before ever even meeting them. etc etc. The heartsong also seems to expand, in some respect, to instruments (as Thorin plays his harp one night and Bilbo starts to hum without thinking about it because it sounds wonderful to him and that's how Thorin finds out).

Overall, it's a very soft and sweet concept to me and as someone who has a deep love of music, it's also one of my very favourites.

The Clack one is a little less easy to explain? I think. Maybe because it's nuances are so round about but I'll do my best. The concept for this one is "I Only See Colour When I'm With You" - anyone who knows how Clack fics usually go knows where this is probably headed 😂 and I am sorry to have hurt you but, overall, the idea is: You live in a noir-esqu world where everything is black and white. This only changes when you find your soulmate, of course, who brings the world into full saturation and lets you see colour for - possibly - the first time in your life (I say possibly because I genuinely can't remember if you start out colourblind or if it's an age cap thing).

Unfortunately, for as much as I adore this concept, it's been a long damn time since I read the fic and I don't even know if it still exists somewhere. So I can't actually recall if it was a 'you have to touch them' or 'you have to hear them' thing but the fic takes place with Zack on the cliff right before Midgar where he holds Cloud and looks at the sky - so I'm willing to bet it's a touch thing.

I also really loved this fic because it was the first one I'd read that brought in the concept of multiple soulmates to me - As Cloud later sits with Aerith and sees the colour he couldn't see with Zack, meanwhile Aerith only sees black and white, because she was only able to see colour with Zack (who was never able to see colour with her, because he needed Cloud for that).

Essentially, they all needed each other to see the world in colour. As a polyam person who didn't quite realise I was poly back then, it was a very comforting (and now dearly cherished) fic.

Anyways! Now that you have the background on the two concepts, you can kind of get what I'm going for with this piece.

Tamarack, Micha and Qiu are all soulmates in a fuzzy, desaturated world (I'm sorry, I'm not cruel enough to but them in complete greyscale LOL) and the way you find your soulmate is by hearing them sing and, when they do, your world is suddenly vivid and bright and beautiful. Suddenly, you can see things as they were meant to be seen and it's a permanent change (unlike the Clack fic) but things are always clearest and brightest when your soulmate speaks or sings 💖

I get a real kick out of the idea that Micha's known for fucking months that Tamarack is his soulmate (if not years) because he's always listening to her play but never says jack shit about it because he's emotionally constipated that way 😂Though genuinely, it's probably because he just doesn't think he's her soulmate and he's a bit against finding out he's right honestly.

Joke is on him, he's Qiu's and Tamaracks soulmate! And he couldn't have picked a better moment to grow a pair an take the risk 🥰

[bluebellsinthedells]

In her own words: "My time filming the episode was every bit as wonderful as you’d expect. I was lucky — I had a friend in LA, and the pay for the episode covered my flight. I got to break even on a trip to the studio, and told Sam in person how special the thing he’s built is. Looking back on the episode now, I’m thrilled with how my edit came across."

executive producer on dropout (game changer behind the scenes) calling a trans woman a 'person' and using they/them only to then talk abt the cis woman sitting next to her and refer to her (cis) as a woman. cant make this shit up.

you’re fucking kidding me. what video is this? does anybody have a rip?

[animefeminist]

The Real Indians of Victorian Britain: Black Butler and the representation of South Asian histories

Content Warning: discussion of racism, colonialism

Among demons, grim reapers, and cults, Toboso Yana’s Black Butler introduces readers to an even more insidious villain: the British empire. Set during the peak of the United Kingdom’s colonial expansion, Black Butler follows the journey of Ciel Phantomhive and his demonic butler, Sebastian Michaelis, in their investigations through the dark underworld of Victorian England on a mission to avenge Ciel’s parents. Alongside a cast of eccentric side characters including noblemen, school children, circus performers, and a man implied to be real-life author Arthur Conan Doyle, Ciel and Sebastian also befriend a pair of what at first may be unlikely members in the circle of British elites, Bengali Prince Soma and his butler Agni.

At first naive and childlike, Soma becomes a reluctant ally to Ciel, and Agni’s skills both in combat and the kitchen are comparable to Sebastian’s. The depiction of these characters is significant, as it reflects the presence of Indian culture in 1880s Britain, representing historical reality that is often overlooked in popular culture. However, as in anime media more generally, it’s worth unpacking whether these two stand as strong examples of Indian representation or instead easy background gag characters.

Read it at Anime Feminist!

[bantersnatch]

Hello, all! I think the time has come for us to talk about Very Important People's former cryptid Bianca, because, frankly, I think it's fun to have fan theories in play before things start getting canonized -- especially if those fan theories end up being completely wrong! Before I get too deep into tin hat theorizing, let's take a post to review the facts.

To begin, some basics about Bianca herself.

Bianca is host!Vic's stepdaughter via their marriage to Bianca's unnamed father.

The Host dislikes Bianca to the point that they are willing to sacrifice her to dark forces, they fantasize about throwing her into the ocean, and so forth (all to Bianca's face, mind you).

Bianca, in turn, is at minimum not receptive to spending time with the Host.

She works as a PA on the fictional VIP set.

She is well-liked on set.

She and the Host are the same age.

She, the Host, her father, and a certain extraterrestrial are all living together.

And, of course, we now know she is played by the wonderful Talia Tabin! Is this relevant to lore theories....? No, not really. But I'm very excited about the recent face reveal :}

To understand Bianca and her relationship with the Host, I think it's worth also talking about her father/the Host's husband. So far, the husband is a somewhat mysterious figure, but a picture of him is emerging.

Continued under the cut is what we know about him, alongside some more surface-level speculation about what this all means.

The Host describes their husband as "a lovely man".

The Host sleeps and brushes their teeth on set, flirts with guests, and seems overall deeply lonely and unfulfilled. These are not signs of a happy marriage.

The Host and their husband can afford a house and an attached guest house. Presumably in LA. The guy has money.*

He was invited to a Gwyneth Paltrow goop party at some point.

He took the last name Michaelis "in order to feel closer to [the Host]" when they got married.

He is reportedly "in his forties".**

*this could be attributed to a "Friends"-like setup where people are inexplicably able to afford real estate for the bit, but I think that's relatively unlikely; if you've watched enough interviews with Vic, they make a lot of jokes about the LA housing market and how well-off you have to be to own property. Who's to say, though, this is improv and sometimes the bit reigns supreme! **per the Bonus Content episode, which I personally consider as canonical as anything else.

Extrapolating these facts out, we can gather:

Bianca's father had her fairly young, assuming that in lore Bianca (and the Host) are in their late twenties to mid thirties. Let's do the math for the absolute oldest he could have become a father. If the Host's husband is currently 49 and Bianca is (significantly younger than her actor) only 27, her father would have still been college-aged when he had her. It's possible that the Host lied about their husband's age because they're embarrassed about the true age difference; it's also possible that the "forties" statement was something Vic made up on the spot without fully considering the math. In either case this is worth noting.

Bianca's father is someone with enough of a foothold in Hollywood to procure invitations to celebrity events. He's certainly more prominent in the industry than the Host, who is relegated to "plus one" status.

Building off the previous point, and combining it with the oddity of both his daughter and his spouse working on the same project, I think it's possible Bianca's father was involved in hiring decisions at the VIP studio -- and, with the Host reportedly paying to be there rather than the other way around, it's possible he also bankrolled parts of the production.

He's the kind of guy who would marry a person young enough to be his kid, and he's willing to go through with such a marriage even though it creates friction with his actual kid.

In short, Bianca is the daughter of a man with influence, but for whatever reason she's stuck working alongside -- and living with! -- a step-parent who openly daydreams about tossing her into the sea. There's something keeping the Host and Bianca stuck together despite their mutual dislike, whether that's purely their connection through Bianca's father or something more complicated.

More on that here.

[waxn-wane]

It's kind of crazy to me that I've never seen art or writing that has the students of Weston speculating about how close the transfer student and the new housemaster are.

They don't even interact by much, and yet it's so clear they have something going on between them. The thing is, the students don't know what exactly, so all they can do is speculate.

It's not rare for students to visit the housemaster for lessons at the end of the day, but Phantomhive does it on the daily. This could be explained away by saying "ah well, that's how Phantomhive gets to have good grades all the time, he's diligent and tutors with Master Michaelis"

(I do like the detail that the lessons they're covering are lessons he and Sebastian have had back in the manor)

Schoolboys can be quite the gossips

"Have you ever noticed how different they act around each other? They arrived around the same time too."

"I once heard Phantomhive call the housemaster 'Sebastian' near the powder rooms. That's against the rules, right? We can't even call each other by our first names."

"One time, I wanted to ask the professor for an extension on an assignment. It was pretty late too so I didn't want to make too much noise. When I peeked in his office to check if he was there, I saw Phantomhive sitting on the Housemaster's chair?? Master Michaelis was putting Phantomhive's coat on a rack, and the guy started loosening his own tie! Then he started demanding the professor for something sweet. That was kind of unlike him, shouting like that. This is off, way off.

I think Master Michaelis saw me so I ran back to the dorms. The next day, he gave me an extension and I didn't even get to ask!"

Like,, how scandalous, they're not even doing anything in private aside from what's canon, but the house is side eyeing them and whispering. I'm ravenous for this content, plspls (if anyone has seen something like this pls point me to it 🙏🙏)

[faioula16]

Hi... I know it's been a long time... I have a request can you do a Sebastian Michaelis x Ciel's descendant! Reader? Unlike her great-great-grandfather she has treats him with respect, she's very nice, humble and considerate. Sebastian after the threat of the Undertaker became serious he made a vow with Ciel to protective the future generations of Phantomhives. If you are wondering. The descendant is from the Modern age and is a female. Sebastian in return practically protects her and she wasn't the first descendant he fallen in love with. The first was her grandmother but let her go to so she marry the reader's grandfather.

But additional Headcanon. The reader has an overprotective older brother who has a Contract with Sebastian. But knows the butler has feelings for his sister that he trusts the long time butler of the family since Ciel's time.

I hope you will enjoy your request, dear encantadiafan12  . Let me know if it is to your liking.

ALWAYS YOURS

Sebastian Michaelis didn't expect his contract with Ciel Phantomhive to last for so many years, even though this long period seemed like nothing to Sebastian. He never expected to stick up with his master to see him become the father of a very beautiful baby girl that would melt the demon's cold heart forever.

Elisabeth Midford was in labor and unfortunatly the doctor who was expected to arrive very soon had a horrible accident with the carriage that killed him within a few moments.

Sebastian let out a disaproval sign for he would be forced to help Lady Elisabeth give birth to you whether he liked it or not. "Now, my lady, I want you to push one final time. I can see the head"

And just like that, you were done. Your cries filled the massive bedroom, but they were very soon shut down once you felt Sebastian wrapping you with almost care in a fluffy, cute pink blanket while holding you securely in his arms.

To say the demon butler was utterly shocked would be a lie. No, he was mesmerised, speechless and beyond shocked as soon as he laid eyes on your little eyes that you were destined to be his one and only mate. Goodness, that will complicate things much more than Sebastien could ever imagine.

All the butler could hear were sweet cries and shortly after, your soft breathing mixed with tiny whimpers while he held you, not even realising he brought you to rest your head against his chest as he leaned down to kiss your forehead and breathe in your intoxicating scent.

Soon, he was brought back to reality when his ears perked at Lissy's voice asking him if she can hold her daughter now. "Oh, yes, apologize, my lady. I don't know what came over me. hope you may forgive me" He said softly and gently handed you to your mother's arms.

"There is nothing to forgive Sebastian; don't be sily. I am so glad you and my daughter got along as soon as she was brought into this world because from now on, besides me and Ciel, you are gonna help us raise her too. Isn't see a miracklle, the future of the Phantomhives." Your mother looked down at you with a warm excretion.

"Indeed, my lady, she is. I'll go to inform master about the good news" Sebastian gave a bow and stole a small glimpse upon you now sleeping peacefully in your mother's arms before he walked out from the bedroom and silently closed the door behind him.

............

'My lord, I am very happy to inform you that Lady Elisabeth gave birth to an extraordinarily beautiful little girl" Sebastian said calmly with his hands behind his back, though underneath this stoic facemask, he was quite overjoyed, to say the least.

Ciel hummed in response, turning his back to his butler and staring outside the large window at the sky full of gray clouds. "It looks like it's about to rain" He said coldly.

"Sir, is something wrong? Aren't you pleased about the arrival of the new generation of your household?" Sebastian questioned his master's behavior with a raised eyebrow and a smirk across his handsome features.

Ciel turned around to look over at Sebastian with a serious gaze as he finally spoke. "You know very well what I am worried about. Undertaker has taken it too far last time, we barely made it out alive and now...who knows what he's skeming, what is he truly capable of"

A mischievous, sadistic smirk took form on Sebastian's lips. "Are you worried about your daughter, my lord? That the grim reaper might use her for his future plans? Well, we cannot have that, now can we? What do you suggest we do at the moment, may I ask?" The demon was fully aware of Ciel's answer and ecstatic to hear it from Ciel himself, as he was the one who could give him the order.

A shadow fell upon his face as the young man was about to take a dreadful decision with heavy heart. "Foeget about my revenge. I want you to remain by my daughter's side and never depart from her. That what I ask in exchange for my soul"

Sebastian's shocked expression turned rather quickly to an amused one. Such a sadistic creature. He's going to use this twist of fate to his own advantage to also be by his mate's side for eternity. "But master, changing out of the sudden what you asked of me all those years ago requires quite the heavy price. Think carefully, if I agree to protect and never depart from your daughter as my part of the bargain, it means I will have to take your soul right now in exchange, it would be only fair, wouldn't it? But then again, it's entirely your decision to make" Sebastian's eyes turned fucia, and sharp teeth were visible.

Silence fell upon Ciel's study room until he took out his eye patch and let it fall right before his feet. His right eye cracked open, revealing the purple symbol of the pact he and Sebastian were sharing. "I will accept any consequences. No one will stand in my way when I want to achieve something! And that's my daughter's safety. Sebastian, this is an order to eat my soul right here, right now!"

"A you wish...master" Those were the last words Ciel Phantomhive heard, but in the background of his mind, all he could hear was your sweet first cry, your announcement in this world. It was a bittersweet first and only memory of you that Ciel held on to with all his might until the very end.

Sebastian made it look like he found Ciel dead from a heart attack in his office that night, and he made the scene, along with his previous master's body condition, so convincing that everyone believed him.

How tragic for poor lady Elisabeth to lose her husband she loved with all her heart that soon and he's butler quitting shortly after because of 'presonal' reasons, leaving poor Lizzy to raise her daughter with the help of her own family.

The queen was without her guard dog, and things seemed to turn into a disaster.

Once the undertaker learned about Ciel's death, he didn't make any move against the rest of the family and disappeared without leaving a trace behind him. Who knows if he will ever return...

However, Sebastian was secretly keeping the Phantohive company and household together by taking a different form that allowed him to buy the entire company and toy factory, run both busnesses himself, sending all the money he earned year after year to Elisabeth so she could provide a proper life fitting for royalty to his beloved future mate and herself too.

Elisabeth was so grateful for such an unexpected miracle but never figured out who actually was the mysterious person behind such a good deed. Of course, our demon didn't do this out of the kindness of his heart. Oh no, he did this only to provide money for his soon-to-be mate.

He waited patiently for some years, watching you from a safe distance grow up to become a proper, breathtaking, brilliant and confident young lady.

When the moment was right, he passed the rights of the company to you using an old man's form with the excuse that he was too old to compete with the business demanding work anymore and though it would be only right for him to return the rights of the company to the next generation of the family that it originally belong to. Meanwhile, the queen has found herself a new very promising guard dog.

And with that, he made you the head of the Phantomhive household and one of the first women to become the owner and top boss of a colossal business that you ran just as well as your father did years ago.

This helped you prove yourself and make your mother and everyone else around you so proud and happy.

Sebastian then decided that it was finally time to return and work as your butler and companion to her majesty's case. He appeared slightly older yet still naturally handsome, asking to work for your family once again with the excuse that he found trouble back in his home and wanted to make a brand new start by serving the only family he considered as family.

Elizabeth welcomed him with open arms and was beyond thrilled to see the butler return after so many years. You were suspicious at first, but eventually, you agreed to hire him once again due to your mother's complaining.

Therefore, you and Sebastian became very close friends and later on, you formed a romantic relationship secretly to everybody, of course.

Unfortunaly eventualy your mother foud you a suitor that you had no other choice but to marry and have at least a child with him.

During that period, Sebastian has already revealed what he truly is to you, not showing you his true form, of course and that before your father died he made Sebastian vow to protect you and never depart from you. Obviously hiding the fact that he ate Ciel's soul as well.

Surprisingly, to his shock, you had no problem since you already loved him so much. Letting him mark you as his and place the silver seal upon you, claiming you officially as his mate that night.

He killed brutally your soon-to-be suitor, unknowly to you. He dismissed the rest of the future suitors, making sure that you would be touched by no one else than him.

So you remained 'single' in public eyes yet proved to be very successful at all the duties that you were carrying on your shoulder with the household and the family business, with the help of your beloved butler lover everything run smoothly.

SKIP TIME DECATED LATER.

The bedroom you were in was dark, only illuminated by the little flames of the candles that were decorating the bedroom and the fireplace, creating a peaceful and sensul atmosphere.

You were giving out small whines as Sebastian was sitting on the bed with you on his lap, securing your naked body in his strong arms.

His lips give your back teasing smooches and light bites, letting out amused giggles if you happen to squirm a bit too much to his liking from time to time.

In this life, in this new body he transported your soul in, not before devouring the unfortunate soul your current body was originally hosting. Now you are the younger sister of a nobleman with whom Sebastian made a contract. Once again, Sebastian has you, his darling mate, by his side and a promising meal awaiting to be devoured by him eventually.

He just hopes it won't take that long, like the contract he had with Ciel. Your 'brother' however, knows that you and his butler are a thing and due to his lack of leadership or taking decisions on his own easily he just lets it happen and keep his distance from you as much as possible, not that you care anyways.

"Tell my darling mistress, witch would you prefer for tomorrow's shopping?" Sebastian asked softly as his hands massaged your thighs ever so gently and caringly.

"A small one...!" You gasped in surprise when you felt Sebastian's tongue teasing the inside of your ear and his hand rubbing you softly over your lower part. 'S-Sebastian!" You moaned in pleasure.

"My lovely kitten turns 19 in this body today, and it's only natural for your butler to want to treat you extra nice this special day, don't you agree, my love?" He lifted your chin gently to the side and made you look up to him before he pulled you in for a passionate kiss. "To us and to the eternity that awaits us"

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑴𝒚 𝑳𝒂𝒅𝒚 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝟐

(𝑺𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑴𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒔 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

⚠️MDNI. 18+ ADULTS ONLY⚠️

🎀Age in bio or blocked🎀

Rating: Mature

Category: F/M

Fandom: Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler

Relationship: Sebastian Michaelis/CielsCousin!Reader

Characters: Sebastian Michaelis; Reader; Ciel Phantomhive; Elizabeth Midford

Summary: After spending the day with your cousin and his fiance, the night air makes for pleasant company, as does the butler who reveals a dark secret...

Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut; Eventual Smut; Neck Kissing; Kissing; Gentle Kissing; Surprise Kissing; Making Out; Implied Sexual Content; Phantomhive manor; Reader-Insert; Victorian

A/N: not beta read. We die like men. Again.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 2: 𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕭𝖚𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖗; 𝕴𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

The day passed without much incident. A wall seemed to have broken down, between you and the butler after your morning rendezvous. Throughout the day, he looked after both your needs and his young master’s as well. You had spent some time with your cousin today as he hadn’t had too much on his schedule like he usually did. Breakfast, luncheon and supper were all had with the boy who kept your mind occupied with discussions on business and society. And Sebastian served you while also making sure to linger longer than necessary by your side, whether it was him pouring wine into your glass, or brushing against you while bringing you your plate. Surreptitious movements that luckily went unnoticed by your young cousin.

Lady Elizabeth joined the two of you for supper. Though she was from your side of the family you had never met the child personally. The girl had a lot of energy. She loved dressing up as was evident from her clothing. You had heard of her mother being a fearsome lady, one who could fight a tiger barehanded and win, but the daughter carried no such resemblance. 

“ –And then, Mother let me make two more dresses to match with the jewellery she bought me!” You had missed the initial conversation but gleaned from the few lines that she had an affinity for fashion and clothing. It was not unlike a lady of her stature. 

“Oh when I was your age, I loved getting new dresses made!” You smiled at her. “After I fell sick the first time, however, I started to dislike it a bit.” It was true. You used to have dresses made by the dozen. The seamstress saw your home more than her own shop! But your repeated illnesses have changed this. Every measurement taken anew showed how your body had changed. Warped into the form of the disease. And standing for the tape was exhausting. You found comfort in the clothing you already owned and preferred to have less made. 

Elizabeth frowned. “Perhaps, Lady Phantomhive, you can come with me and we can have the tailor take your measurements too for a gown. I’m sure your mama and papa wouldn’t mind!” You blushed and shook your head. Perhaps your parents wouldn’t and even if you did have the energy to stand tomorrow, you would have to cover up the innumerable marks Sebastian left on you from your morning's tryst. 

You laughed a nervous chuckle and replied, “Perhaps for the next season, I seem to have plenty of splendid dresses in my armada for the moment…” 

Ciel retired to bed, soon after Elizabeth left to go back home. You sometimes forgot he was only 12 – his mannerisms far beyond his age.  You walked out to the balcony. The garden was painted silver in the moonlight. Despite being quite clumsy, Finnian did a good job of maintaining it you thought to yourself. 

“After all I did today to make sure you didn’t catch a cold, my lady, here you are inviting it yourself.” Sebastian’s voice came from behind, startling you. You turned your head to look as he emerged from the shadows draping a warm cloak over your shoulders. “Would you like to go for a walk my lady?” he asked. Once again, you thought you saw a flash of red in his eyes, but it was gone as soon as you took another glance. You nodded at him. 

Sebastian took your hand and in one swift cat-like movement you found yourself in his arms flying through the air. You clung to his shoulders the night air whipping through your hair and biting at your cheeks. “Sebastian! Where are we going!” But the whistling of the wind drowned out your words. 

When he finally landed, you looked around you, the garden was far, This was a denser shrubbery, almost like the maze Finnian so religiously took care to grow. “Should you be so far from the manor?” You asked him breathless, even though all you had done was be carried from one place to another. “Ciel might call for you or something.”

He shook his head. “You needn’t worry about that, my lady. The young master doesn’t wake till morning – when I wake him and I’m sure the manor will be fine without me for a bit.” 

He smiles, reassuring you, and takes your hand, clasping it in his gloved ones. You begin to walk alongside him, his stride is shorter, making sure you can keep up, even in your bedroom slippers. Soon you come across a gazebo. The butler then invites you to sit and takes a seat beside you. “I do hope this isn’t too forward of me, my lady but I wish to continue where we had left off this morning.” You blush and avoid his gaze. You know that society would never approve of the relationship the two of you had. If anyone ever found out, it would bring shame to you and your family. You would be looked down upon for the longest time. “My lady?” Sebastian inquires after not hearing anything from you.

“Sebastian…” you start. But you don’t know how to form what you are feeling. “I- I-” you stutter. Then sigh. He puts his hand on your cheek and makes you look at him.

“My lady, if you want this to stop—” he begins but is cut off when you place your hand over his mouth.

“Believe me that is not what I want.” You say to him. “You are different Sebastian. I don’t get what you want. Your feelings are not of love. They aren’t for my money. And I feel you lust after me but that doesn’t come out too clearly either. I suppose, in a way, I am confused.” You get up, take a few steps forward and turn to look at him. “I have had men who have come to me for all the things I mentioned before. I have had those who might have actually loved me, those who merely wanted me as another trophy to claim, and even those who have come only to try and gain my hand in marriage but in reality who want to marry my father’s wealth. But you Sebastian, something about you is so different. I suppose it may be because you are the first man I have felt attracted to.” Your following chuckle is hesitant. “I am—afraid of you.”

Sebastian smirks. “Your way of seeing things is so intriguing my lady.” He says. “I can assure you my lady that I am not here for your money. I have no need for the material things that humans treasure so much.” He spits. “As for lusting after you; you have deduced almost correctly, but what I feel for you is more...” You don’t know when he got up, but turning to look you find Sebastian flush against your back. His eyes are red, the same red you tried to convince yourself you hadn't seen, but it was unmistakable. Your eyes widen and you try to take a step back, away from his imposing figure, only to find yourself trapped between him and the gazebo. 

 “You see my lady,” he continues, nose nuzzling against your neck, “Demons and humans have very little in common, but there is one thing we do share; the feeling of lust is very strong in us both. Humans can feel love. All demons can feel though; is lust. But you, you make me feel something different from just lust. Something more—burning. Is it love? I don’t know... I’ve never known that feeling.”

You don’t know what to say anymore. You should be frozen in fear, What did Sebastian mean, saying he was a demon? A murderer? Or a biblical fantasy? His lips were now on your skin, inhaling your scent, and you felt a pool of warmth in your lower belly. “D- demon? What does that even mean?” you falter.

 “What I mean, my lady, is that the only reason I am here is because of a contract I have made with your dear young cousin. You should thank him for our very meeting.” He tells you.

“You mean you’re a demon. Like – from legends and stories?”

“I can assure you. I am no story” he says, planting a searing kiss on your neck. That was all it took to set you on fire. It made sense. The inhuman capabilities. The absolute perfection of his being. He was a demon! “You aren’t running from me my lady?” he asked as you melted under his touch.

“Surely, you jest Sebastian!” You say. Your voice quavers but you stand your ground.

“About what my lady?”

“About this demon nonsense!”

“I never lie to my lady.” He says. “You said yourself, there is something you find different about me.” He kisses you. “I am simply a demon, and a butler.”

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Since you were tired from being out for so long, Sebastian swiftly carried you back to the mansion and took you to your room where there was a cup of hot chamomile tea waiting for you. He really took everything into account. There is no doubt about it in your mind now. Sebastian had to be a demon. His speed is inhuman. His eyes are reptilian, gleaming in the darkness. And then those teeth that scraped against your neck. Whatever he is, he definitely isn’t human.

As he helps you get ready for bed you realised that you didn’t mind. Sebastian may not have been a human, and he may have been a butler, but the way he made you feel surpassed all of that. “Sebastian…” You turn to him as he undresses you. You take off his coat. “I don’t care what you are.” You take off his vest. His eyes widen, and he stares at you. He can smell your arousal. Here you are half naked before him, taking off his clothes. Telling him you don’t care what he is. You want him. You feel things for him. Your scent drives him wild and he doesn’t even register you undoing his necktie and then his shirt buttons. When you try to take his shirt off and he doesn’t move to allow you to slip it off him, you suddenly think that perhaps he doesn’t want this. “I’m so sorry!” You say. “I thought you wanted this.” Sebastian finally wakes from his stupor and looks at you.

“I do want this. I just can’t believe that someone as beautiful and lovely as you truly wants something as vile and cruel as me.” He says and softly kisses your head. Then without warning he pushes you onto the bed and says, “But, my lady, who gave you the permission to take my clothes off?” He growls. The change in demeanour startles you. 

“Sebas—” you start, but he does not let you finish. In a moment, his lips are upon yours. He swiftly and rips off your underclothes, while still kissing your mouth. His hands glide along the curves of your body and he holds you closer while plunging his tongue into your mouth. 

He has never tasted anything like you before. He cannot fathom how in all the years he has lived he has never tasted anything like you. “I guess it’s something Phantomhives have in common eh? A taste like no other. I could feast on you all day.” He mutters half to himself.

“What–?” you ask breathlessly.

“You taste, sinful.”

He winks at you and pulls his glove off his left hand with his sharp teeth. His nails are black and on the back of his hand is a pentagram inside two circles. The outer, made of pointy diamond shapes. “My contract seal— nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about, my lady.” he says, seeing you looking at it. 

Sebastian trails his hand down your stomach. His black tipped fingers enter your folds which are already moist with your arousal. Lowering his head, he nibbles on your neck. You breathe in deeply and wish he would take off his clothes to allow you to see him but he had made it pretty clear who was in charge of the taking off of the clothing. His hand playing around with you down under barely ghosted over your skin. You involuntarily bucked your hips trying to get him to touch you. The move immediately made the demon smirk and say, “Look at you, so eager to be fucked.”

You feel your cheeks heat much like your core. His words are so unexpectedly crude. “Please,” you moan, “please touch me…”

To be continued…

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One Hell of a Love (Book 3) Chapter Twenty-One

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Twenty-One: One Hell of a Distress

Summary: Ciel isn't getting better, but Lady Sullivan attempts to help.

            Sebastian knocked on Ciel’s door while (Y/N) held Sieglinde. By a miracle of “magical” proportions—(Y/N) suspected simply pure genius, which was impressive in its own right—Sieglinde had quickly gotten the hang of English and wanted to take a look at Ciel’s current state.

            “Who is it?!” shouted Ciel’s panicked voice within the room.

            “I’ll take a look,” said Finny’s voice protectively. He opened the door and beamed. “Ah, Mr. Se—”

            “Ssh.” Sebastian held a finger to his lips, and Finny covered his mouth in understanding.

            Glancing back at Ciel, he said, “Lady Sullivan is here!”

            “Sullivan…” Ciel didn’t move from where he hid below blankets.

            “Yes. How are you feeling?” asked Sieglinde as (Y/N) sat her down on a stool.

            “Lady Sullivan, you’re speaking English!” exclaimed Finny.

            “I’m a witch,” said Sieglinde proudly. “Of course I can. My English is far from perfect, though.”

            “Finny, would you clear away the dishes?” whispered Sebastain.

            “Yes, of course,” whispered Finny, grabbing the dishes and running off to the kitchen.

            “I came to change your bandages,” said Sieglinde once the group was alone.

            “Will it hurt?” said Ciel fearfully.

            “It will hurt even more if I don’t replace them,” said Sieglinde.

            Slowly, Ciel emerged from the blankets. He stared blankly at the world, still blind but obeying Sieglinde. (Y/N) and Sebastian didn’t move, knowing any hint of their presence would upset the young lord. They had seen him like this once before when the sacrificial chamber was replicated by Baron Kelvin, but that had been fear fueled with anger, too. This was just terror and paralysis.

            “I’m going to touch you,” said Sieglinde, reaching for the bandages around Ciel’s head—his marked eye.

            “Alright,” said Ciel quietly.

            (Y/N) and Sebastian exchanged looks. If she reacted badly…they’d have to take care of things. It wouldn’t be pretty, either. The bandages fell from Ciel’s eye, and the purple contract mark shone to the world. Sieglinde paused and looked at it. She furrowed her brow, and (Y/N) and Sebastian awaited her shock and horror. She was a “witch” of healing. This was a demonic mark.

            “You’re healing quite nicely,” said Sieglinde pleasantly, smiling.

            She took that well. Honestly, (Y/N) was impressed. Likely, she doesn’t realize it means there is the presence of a real demon—or two—here. Still, she’s quite calm.

            Sebastian tilted his head, similar thoughts in his mind. He and (Y/N) remained silent, though, while Sieglinde calmly rebandaged Ciel, asked him more questions, and then allowed herself to be carried out.

            Once the door shut, Sebastian spoke, “Thank you for examining the Young Master.”

            “Mm,” said Sieglinde. “But putting that aside, there’s something I’d like to ask you.” She laid as solemn, questioning gaze on Sebastian. “I kept silent last night because Wolf was with us, but Sebastian—yourself and Ciel are devil worships, are you not?”

            Sebastian and (Y/N) paused. That was not the reaction they’d expected. “Eh?”

            “You don’t need to hide it,” said Sieglinde. “Unlike the perpetrators of the Inquisition, we witches do not condemn devil worship.”

            Sebastian and (Y/N) exchanged looks.

“I saw the demon mark on Sebastian’s hand and Ciel’s eye.” Her gaze flicked to (Y/N)’s gloves in additional curiosity. “Am I wrong?”

            “The truth is slightly different,” said Sebastian.

            “What do you mean?” asked Sieglinde.

            “The Young Master was once kidnapped by an organization that worshipped the devil and was offered as sacrifice,” said Sebastian. “I encountered the Young Master during that summoning ritual.”

            The truth in such a way that he seems innocent, thought (Y/N), amused.

            “How could that be? Laymen can’t summon demons!” cried Sieglinde indignantly.

            Well, this further confirms she’s no real witch and neither are the other women. Witches have natural magic, but the common person can find ways to direct the natural forces, too, thought (Y/N). “That does not always hold true,” they said aloud.

            “Watch what you say, novice,” said Sieglinde, tutting.

            (Y/N)’s nose twitched, and Sebastian smirked in amusement at a demon and, in their human life as another person, a witch being called a novice in the ways of magic.

            “One blunder, and you’ll be cursed by them!” warned Sieglinde.

            “…Yes, my lady,” said Sebastian slowly.

            “In other words, those cretins branded Ciel’s eye against his will with that mark. How cruel,” said Sieglinde.

            This was indeed an entertaining turn of events for (Y/N).

            “Were you a sacrifice too?” asked Sieglinde, looking at Sebastian.

            Sebastian deadpanned. “No, I—”

            “Wait.” Sieglinde put up a hand. “I won’t ask any more. It must have been trying for you as well. I shan’t force you to tell me.”

            (Y/N) was going to die of laughter once they had a moment alone, Sebastian’s expression was incredible.

            “And you, (Y/N)? Do you hide a mark under your gloves?” asked Sieglinde.

            “I do,” said (Y/N). Sieglinde’s eyes widened, and (Y/N) held up a hand. “No pity, please, my lady. I chose this. I chose my life, and I would not go back and do differently.”

            “So you do worship the devil?” said Sieglinde.

            (Y/N) smiled, canines sharp. “I do not worship anyone.” They leaned towards the young lady. “And allow me to offer some advice to so young a witch…do not worship anyone but yourself.”

            Sieglinde stared at them, and (Y/N) stood up straighter, smiling pleasantly.

            “Are you a witch, too?” said Sieglinde, seeing the air of something powerful around them.

            “Not quite,” said (Y/N).

            Sieglinde gazed at (Y/N) in something akin to awe. She did not ask more questions. “The others do not know about this.”

            “They do not,” said (Y/N).

            “It is a secret between the Young Master and ourselves,” said Sebastian.

            “Fufufu.” Sieglinde laughed. “I thought there was something going on between you two.”

            (Y/N) and Sebastian straightened. Well…it wasn’t like they didn’t make it obvious. (The humans would go crazy if they saw how obvious, sinful, true, and carnal their love truly was, though).

            “I too shall keep your secret for you,” said Sieglinde.

            “We deeply appreciate your consideration, my lady,” said Sebastian, bowing his head.

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            “Ciel’s wounds are healing fast,” announced Sieglinde to the gathered servants. “He’s very emotionally unstable, but he seems to have suffered no memory loss.” She took a sip of her tea.

            “W-Will his eyes heal, will they?” asked Mey-Rin worriedly.

            “His eyes themselves are unhurt,” explained Sieglinde. “He must have temporarily lost his vision due to mental trauma. He should be able to see again when his psychological and other physical wounds are all better.”

            “What a relief…” breathed all the servants.

            “In any case, he should eat well and get plenty of rest,” said Sieglinde. “Then he’ll be ready to get out of bed sooner.”

            “That right?” said Baldroy. “Then let’s get back to the manor as soon as the Young Master’s all recovered. He’ll feel more secure back home.”

            “Y-Yes.” Sieglinde’s voice trailed off. “That would be best…”

            “Then I gotta make him eat the chef’s special dinner so he can build up his strength!” declared Baldroy boisterously.

            “You’re right, you are!” agreed Mey-Rin.

            “I’ll take him some sweets,” said Finny.

            “Hoh, hoh, hoh,” said Tanaka, nodding.

            “Let’s back some scones, says Emily,” said Snake.

            “What if you did none of those things?” said (Y/N).

            “Try not to make more work for us by doing unnecessary things,” said Sebastian with a sigh.

            “Meat dishes take time to prepare, so lend me a hand, won’t you?” said Wolfram, thinking of dinner.

            (Y/N) and Sebastian looked at Sieglinde, their charge still.

            “I’ll be reading this,” said Sieglinde, holding up the Family Physician book. “So don’t worry about me. I’m looking forward to dinner.”

            “Very well, my lady,” said Sebastian.

            “As you wish,” said (Y/N).

            They headed out of the dining room towards the kitchens with Wolfram.

            “I will begin measuring ingredients,” said Wolfram.

            At least they were getting an “early” start to Wolfram’s tedious, tedious process. However, that didn’t mean it wouldn’t still take an eternity that even demons disliked. So, they opted to use it to their advantage.

            “Excuse me. We seem to be out of cooking wine,” said Sebastian.

            “The wine cellar is down the stairs and to the right, at the end,” said Wolfram, not looking up from his overly precise measurements.

            “Danke,” said (Y/N), heading towards the stairs.

            “Snake, come with us,” said Sebastian.

            Snake looked at them in confusion but obeyed. They walked down the stairs, and the demons promptly turned left. Snake frowned.

            “The wine cellar is over there, isn’t it? says Oscar,” said Snake, pointing to the right.

            “I merely said we were out of wine, but I never said we were going to get some,” said Sebastian, smirking. (Y/N) beside him.

            A shiver ran down Snake’s spine at their expressions. That pair was frightening. They continued down the hall a short way until the corridor abruptly ended, and Snake frowned as (Y/N) and Sebastian examined the wall.

            “It’s a dead end, says Oscar,” said Snake.

            (Y/N) rapped their knuckles against the wall. “My knocks echoed. The means a wide, open space is behind here.”

            Sebastian nodded. “Excellent ears,” he praised. He began to press on each of the stone bricks.

            “…Black, what are you doing? says Oscar,” said Snake.

            Finally, Sebastian’s presses forced a stone back. Abruptly, the wall opened up, two disguised doors pulling back to reveal stairs extending into darkness.

            “My, oh, my, a castle of secrets,” said (Y/N), smirking and looking downwards with interest.

            “The stairwell looks like it goes quite far down. I can’t see anything in the pitch-dark, says Oscar,” said Snake.

            “Hey.” A dark growl of a voice echoed in the room around them. “What’re you three doing here!?” Wolfram had caught them. “I’m pretty sure I told you the cellar was down the stairs and to the right, at the end!”

            “Forgive us,” said Sebastian. “But this is such a massive castle.” His gaze was sharp on Wolfram. “What sort of chambers lie at the foot of these stairs?”

            “None of your business,” snapped Wolfram, pushing past them. He stood before the stairs, glaring.

            “We understand,” said (Y/N) smoothly before a fight broke out. With Ciel in such a state, there was no time for it. “Let’s go, Snake.” They looked at Sebastian, who nodded slightly. As they passed Snake, (Y/N) spoke in a low voice, and Snake straightened.

            “I’ll kill you if you try to come here again,” said Wolfram, voice dark with brutal honesty.

            Sebastian just smiled. “Very well.”

            As if Wolfram could kill them.

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            “What did you think?” asked (Y/N), eyes narrowed.

            “Quite suspicious,” said Sebastian. They had temporarily vacated the kitchen in order to give Wolfram a moment to calm. It wouldn’t put them behind on dinner preparations, anyways. “I look forward to seeing what is down there.”

            “The truth of this matter, I suspect,” said (Y/N). “Which means Wolfram knows what’s going on, despite his servitude to Lady Sullivan.”

            “She is the only one in the dark,” said Sebastian.

            “Poor little witch,” said (Y/N), not much true empathy in their voice.

            “Poor little witch indeed, a genius unaware of her true situation—”

            A shout and a crash pierced the air, reverberating through the castle halls. Sebastian’s straightened, and his eyes flashed fuchsia.

            “My contract is in danger,” he hissed. He moved towards Ciel’s room, and (Y/N) was right beside him, supportive to the end.

            “What’s going on?!” demanded Sebastian, throwing the doors of the room open.

            The other servants were quick on his and (Y/N)’s heels.

            Finny stood protectively over Ciel. Claw marks raked down his back, blood dripped to the bed, and a wild look was in his eyes. The windows were shattered, broken, and Ciel trembled beneath where Finny had kept him safe.

            “What happened?” said (Y/N), moving to the window to see if anything remained outside.

            “The Wolfman attacked us,” said Finny as humanity reentered his wild eyes.

            “What?” said Sebastian sharply.

            So soon after we attempted to enter a forbidden chamber? (Y/N) narrowed their eyes and met Sebastian’s gaze as he hovered beside Ciel’s bed.

            “It escaped through that window,” said Finny.

            “I’ll find it,” said (Y/N), stepping onto the edge of the balcony.

            “No/Nein,” said Sebastian and Wolfram simultaneously.

            “The Wolfman is cloaked in miasma. You’ll be cursed, too,” said Wolfram.

            “Don’t, da—(Y/N),” said Sebastian. He refused to risk them, despite their strength, when the threat was completely unknown and they were chained to this castle by Ciel’s current state.

            (Y/N) paused and stepped back down. Their fingers itched to claw at an enemy, but they didn’t chase after a creature they knew next to nothing about into a fog that produced strange results even in a demon.

            “Very well,” they said.

            “What’s happened?” said Sieglinde, floating in on her hexenballoon in a panic.

            “My lady!” said Wolfram. “Herr Wolfman attacked them!”

            “Here? In the Emerald Castle?” Horror appeared on Sieglinde’s face.

            “Make it stop! I’m frightened!” said Ciel, curling up against Finny.

            “Young Master,” said Finny worriedly, trying to calm him.

            Sieglinde gritted her teeth, and her hands curled into fists of determination. “Wolfram. Prepare for the Emerald Witch’s duty.”

            “Ja,” said Wolfram, putting a hand on his chest.

            “Lady Sullivan?” said Sebastian.

            “Don’t worry,” said Sieglinde. “I’m the Emerald Witch. I shall protect this village without fail!”

            With that declaration, Wolfram picked her up and removed her from the room. (Y/N) and Sebastian exchanged looks. What “magic” was about to occur? Unfortunately, none that they could witness as Finny’s wounds and Ciel’s distress needed to be addressed.

            “Young Master, please come out,” said Baldroy, voice jovial but soft as he spoke.

            Ciel buried himself farther beneath his blankets as soon as Finny got up to be bandaged.

            “You still need to rest, you do,” said Mey-Rin worriedly.

            Snake nodded in concern.

            “I hate this place!” shouted Ciel, his panic not to be broken. “I want to go home!”

            Sebastian stiffened, and (Y/N) looked up from where they wrapped Finny’s back in gauze.

            “C-Calm down, Smile, says Goethe,” said Snake.

            “Shut up!” shouted Ciel. “I’m going home! Now!”

            The command was given. Sebastian had no choice but to obey. Sebastian’s gaze darkened, and (Y/N) looked up at him. They sensed something significant coming as his eyes became slits of darkness and sin, his demonic nature resting just below a human form. It seemed Corvus was growing tired of this helplessness in his contract.

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Burn The Shadow- 2

Here is Chapter 2- This is a long one. I really wanted to establish Gia's past. Let me know if you're enjoying it!

Rafael watched Gia from afar for a moment. She hadn't seen him yet; he hoped his presence would be welcomed. He didn't think she should be alone for this. Though he wasn't quite sure why she was going to an execution. He thought perhaps she was coming to see a case to its end.

His peace offering had smoothed the choppy waters. They were friends now, but they hadn't reached the sharing of deep dark secrets. He didn't take it personally; even if he did, he hadn't exactly been an open book either. It had hit him a few weeks after they had buried the hatchet- it was the first time in a long time he had met someone that he wouldn't mind flipping through his pages.

After the Micha Green case, she had admitted that she didn't date in High School because she was so young. Her peers didn't understand her. Her first boyfriend had been in college and it was disastrous. It was the first real bit of information about her past she had offered up. He thought he was really getting somewhere, but Lewis taking Olivia had shaken her and she was back ro surface level information when he was dying for more.

They had gotten into the habit of meeting at Forlini's to talk about cases. He loved the way her mind worked. She helped him look at things differently. Her laughter when she said "I never thought I would utter the words 'use the gonorrhea', but here we are. Though I really thought you would be able to use it." She had also vehemently defended him when Amaro had given him a hard time over Alex Muños. Gia didn't like how he went after Barba, she felt strongly that he didn't deserve it.  After the trial, she had stopped into his office with Coffee. She had set it in front of him with a smile.

"It's decaf, I figured you didn't need any more caffeine. Also, it's Irish." She pointed at the cup of coffee and  as she turned to leave, he had asked her to stay. She nodded and sat down at his desk with her own cup of coffee. He was sure it was also a little Irish.

"Thank you for defending me."

"Rafaél-" It was the first time she had uttered his first name. She said it with the Spanish pronunciation and it stirred something in him that he quickly quelled. "I knew you would do the right thing. You just needed a little more time to see it. He was one of your closest friends. It's hard sometimes to see people for what they are when they are right in front of you."

Amaro had called him. Gia had been giving him the cold shoulder since that case. His aggressiveness really bothered her. Amaro was upset she was pushing him away. He was the only one Gia told about her unlikely friendship with the A.D.A. Amaro had seen the execution notice on Gia's desk. When Amaro had asked about it, she shut him down. He didn't know who she knew that was being executed, but, he knew she would need support. He had wanted to take her and she refused. So he called Barba and asked him to go.

Her stony expression crumpled into confusion when she saw him. "How did...why...how are you here?"

"Amaro called. He didn't think you should be alone."

"I-I can't" as she stuttered, some of the chips of her armor were falling away.

"Gianna." His use of her full name got her attention. "You don't have to tell me anything. I'm just here for you." She nodded. He could almost see her insides twisting. He thought she was going to turn around and leave. She had taken a few more steps toward him and then turned and looked back from where she came until he reached out and took her hand. "I mean it. I won't ask a single question. I'm just here for you."

"Okay." She whispered and he led her into the building. They walked silently once they were allowed in. He felt his hand pull when she stopped right outside of the door. "Are you sure you want to do this?" She gave him a slight nod.

"I have to." She had steeled herself. The armor was back in place. They walked into the room and she headed to the front row. Sitting there waiting was giving Barba anxiety. He didn't know how she knew this person. He hadn't had the opportunity to look up who he was. Amaro had called him with just enough time for him to get in his car and drive. He had arrived just moments before her. His head whipped to look in her direction when the name was read, "Gabriel Monroe ", but she gave him nothing. Her face was stone. As he was brought in, Barba knew there were only two options, cousin or brother. He was too young to be anything else. His final statement was only 3 words. "I'm sorry, Gigi." There was a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth, but so slight the only reason why Barba saw it was because he was sitting so close to her. It was the slowest and fastest thing he had ever witnessed. When it was done, she rose to her feet and placed her palm on the glass. The rest of the witnesses quickly left.

"Take as long as you need, Monroe." They knew her here. She must have come to visit, at least,  often enough. When she heard the door click, he rose quickly when he noticed her hands trembling. "I'm sorry too, Gabe. You deserved so much better." His name was uttered with a sob. If Barba hadn't stood when he did, he never would have caught her when her knees gave out. He held her tightly to his body while holding the back of her head. As her sobs shook the both of them, they cut sharply through his insides.

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Gia had used a car service to get there. Barba was happy she wasn't going to be driving home. They sat in his car in silence. Barba didn't know what to say. When her sobs had finally stopped, he put his arm around her and led her out of the building.

He glanced over at her a few times and she was fixed on looking out the window. He wanted to find words to make her feel better. The urge to ask questions was eating at him, but he had promised he wouldn't. He wouldn't break that promise. He had never been so agonized by silence. He turned down her street and parked in an empty spot.

"Why did you park?"

"I'm not leaving you alone."

"I'll be fine."

"I know, but I'm staying for a while."

They walked together in silence into the apartment building. The doorman had treated Gia warmly, Rafael could see the concern flash on his face when he saw her demeanor. It made Rafael feel a little relieved that she was in a secure building with people that knew her well enough to register concern if she didn't seem okay. There was a risk in both of their professions. It was a nice building, he was impressed. She lived right near Central Park.

He followed her silently down the hall when they got off of the elevator. It registered to him that Gia allowing him into her home was big for her. Her door was red. In fact, it was the only door that was red. It looked older than the doors on the other units.

The apartment was a large open space. When they walked in, they were in the living room. To the left of the door was a dining room area and behind the living room portion was a kitchen with an island in the middle lined with 4 high back stools. Cabinets were to the left of the island and formed and L shape that lead to oven, a sink with a dish washer below and a double door stainless steel refrigerator. To the far right of the kitchen were sliding glass doors that led to a balcony. The entire area was floored with a dark hard wood. The walls were painted a pale blue, so pale it was almost white. The cabinets were painted a darker blue.

He appreciated the simplicity of it. The living room had a couch that would fit 3 people, 4 if it was a tight squeeze. There was a love seat and a large chair that two people could fit in with a decent size ottoman. The wall in the living room consisted of built in book shelves that were almost completely full. Mostly with books, but also pictures, an impressive vinyl collection and what he assumed were momentos and memories from her life. He felt like he was intruding on some of the deepest parts of her.

"I'm going to go change. I'll be right back."

"I'll be here." Her eyes lingered on him for a moment and she headed down the hall that was between the dining room and kitchen. He could tell the wall color of the hallway was the same as the rest of the apartment. He wandered over to the shelves to look at the pictures. His eyes immediately went to a picture of Gia, Gabe and another boy who was older than the other two. It was clear from this picture that Gia was the youngest and the unnamed boy was the oldest. The boys both had a sandy blonde hair. Gabe's hair was cut short, while the other boy's was longer on top and had waves to it. They both had bright blue eyes. Gia's hair was a light ash blonde when she was a little girl, her hair now was a few shades darker, but still had an ashy tone to it. He had wondered if her curls were natural, they were almost too perfect to be. He couldn't help but smile at the wildness of the curls that framed her face as a child. Her bright smile was the best part of the picture. Her eyes were a stunning dark blue. It was clear the boys were brothers. Gia could definitely be their sister, but he wasn't 100% sure.

"He was my brother." Her voice was hoarse. Barba hadn't realized that he had been staring at that single picture for so long. He turned and looked at her. She was perfectly imperfect. Her hair had the wildness of her childhood and was secured in a messy bun on her head. She was wearing short black bicycle shorts, she must have put a baggy white t-shirt on, the hem of it was a few inches longer than the royal blue hoodie she had put on.

His eyes were dragged to her left thigh. She had a large tatto of an intricate black dreamcatcher over what looked like water color purple, blue, and light turquoise. He couldn't help himself.

"Nice ink Detective." Her cheeks grew pink, the paleness of the rest of her face made it stand out more. He gave her a small half smile which caused a ghost of the one to cross hers and then it disappeared quickly.

He watched her as she walked to the refrigerator and pulled a bottle out of the freezer. She pulled out two glasses and filled them half way with the amber liquid. She opened the refrigerator and poured some maraschino cherry juice into one. As she put the bottle back in the freezer she reached in a plopped a few ice cubes into what he knew was her glass. She drank it all of the time, bourbon with cherry juice. He teased her that she couldn't drink it straight like a grownup. She had said she wanted to enjoy her drink, not prove a point. She walked over to where the couch was and set their glasses on two coasters on the table across from the couch that was painted the same color as her cabinets, but it had white roses intricately painted on it.

She looked over at him. "How...how long are you going to stay?" He watched as she bit into her half of her bottom lip. It made him realize that she wanted him there because she truly didn't want to be alone, but she was too afraid or proud to ask.

"As long as you want me to." He watched her contemplate for a moment.

"Well you might want to get at least a little more comfortable." He walked over to the door and slid his shoes off. He took his suit jacket off and hung it on the back of a dining room chair and then removed his tie as well. He left his suspenders on, but rolled his sleeve up.

When he turned back around, she was sitting in the middle of the couch with her knees drawn to her chest watching him. He walked over and sat to her right so he could sit closer to her. He could see the wheels turning in her head. She was trying to decide what to say, how much she was going to let him in.

"The other boy in the picture is my older brother Grayson." Rafael put his arm behind her on the couch and turned toward her slightly.

"Are you close?" He asked tentatively. She nodded.

"He works in finance. He, my niece and sister-in-law live in the city. Like the super rich section of the city."

"You don't exactly live in the poor section of the city." She rolled her eyes at him.

"This apartment was my grandmother's. She passed away while I was finishing my Bachelor's. She left it to me and Gray. I told him we should sell it and split the profits. He refused. Our Grandmother lived here for a long time, after my dad had grown up. Gray said he wanted me to be able to live off campus when I started my Master's at Columbia. He also said that he didn't need the apartment. He was already really successful at that point. He thought that if he let me live here when I was working towards my doctorate, that I would stay in the city when I was done. He couldn't stand the idea of me not being close. He and I have always been close. He was nine when I was born. He made it his job in life to protect me."

"You don't have to answer this if you don't want to. What about you and Gabe?" She slowly let her legs slide down and away from her chest. She leaned forward and took a long drink from her glass and then leaned back and rested her head on the back of the couch and closed her eyes for a moment. After a few moments she opened her eyes again.

"Gabe had classic middle child syndrome. He was almost four when I was born. He had a hard time adjusting to not being the baby of the family anymore. I think it made it harder that I was the only girl. It wasn't until I was ten that we started to get along. I always felt like he hated me. I think becoming a teenager made him shift his ire from me to our parents and Grayson. Especially Grayson. He always thought Gray loved me more."

"What happened Gia?" She leaned forward again and downed the rest of her drink. When she was done, she shifted closer to him to on the couch, and then she put her head in her hands. He immediately felt guilty. He slid his hand down to the middle of her upper back and lighted rubbed circles on it. "It's okay, you don't have to tell me. I'm sorry I asked" She wiped her eyes before she sat up and sniffed. He kept his hand on her back.

"I want to. I need to. I can't...I can't keep this in. I've been so alone in this for so long." She swallowed and took a few moments to regain some composure. "Gabe was an angry kid and my parents, especially my mom, didn't know how to handle him. She was so hard on him when in reality, he just needed more affection. My dad wasn't hard like my mom, but he wasn't great at showing affection to either of my brothers. He’s better now that he’s gotten older. It didn't bother Gray. He was just built differently. It wasn't that he didn't love them, he just didn't know how to show it like he did with me. Gray had no tolerance for Gabe. I was the only one that ever stood up for him, even when he didn't deserve it.“ She paused and took a few deep breaths. He didn't dare say anything. He didn't want her to retreat again.

"When he turned 15, he fell into a bad crowd. He acted out. He was a completely different person. He shut me out  and I gave up trying. When I turned 13, he showed up to my birthday party drunk. It was the limit for Grayson. They got into a physical fight and then he took off. My best friend, Elizabeth, Lizzie, who lived in the neighborhood, spent the night that night. Grayson was dating her sister Amy. They both felt horrible that my party had gotten ruined. So they said we were having an after party. They got a bunch of pizzas, we made ice cream sundaes and watched movies and had a dance party." She wiped a few stray tears away. "It was the most fun I had in so long. I was on an accelerated program at school. It was so hard. And Gray? He just wanted me to get to be a kid for one day. To him, what Gabe did was unforgivable. The morning after, Amy and Elizabeth walked home. A few hours later, their parents called checking to see when they would be home. I remember my father taking the call, but he didn't say anything. Gray and I were hanging out playing video games. He told us that he would be back soon." She took his drink and poured it into her glass and downed it. His hand was firmly still on her back. He realized that she needed to finish this story. She needed to unburden herself.

"They found Lizzie first." Saying her name out loud must have felt agonizing. She had paused and clenched her jawn for a moment. "She had been drugged, but they had given her too much and she overdosed. They said that she likely wasn't conscious to feel what they did to her. What they did to her made me sick. I saw her body." Another long pause with a deep breath before she continued "Amy was another story. It was weeks before they caught a break. They found this fort deep in the woods. Amy wasn't there, but there was evidence she had been. Lizzie's bag was there too. And there was evidence of two unknown kidnappers. The fort they found was one that I used to follow Gabe to all the time when we were younger. At 13, I couldn't even comprehend that my own teenage brother could be responsible for something like that. There were a handful of these forts in the woods in our neighborhood. When they found more evidence at a second one, I knew something was off. Gabe had been cagey and defensive for weeks. He refused to help them search. Gray was furious with him." Barba knew where this was going. She didn't have to finish, yet he knew there were things he couldn't possibly know that she needed to say.

"That night, I remember hearing Grayson crying in his room. I had never heard him cry before. I couldn't sleep. I had to dig through the vault of my brain to recall where it was, it was as a long time since I went following Gabe around. It was just before dawn when I heard my father in the kitchen and I went down and told him that Gabe had used those forts. They had found four of them, but I knew there was a fifth. It was so deep into the woods and well hidden. I knew they wouldn't find it on their own. My father called his partner and we met him and a few of the other detectives near the woods. He didn't tell my mother or Gray that we were going. He didn't want to get anyone's hopes up and he didn't want Grayson coming. He wasn't sure what we were going to find. When we got there, he had one of the officers take me home. They didn't want me to see either, but they needed me to show them where to go. Amy was barely alive when they found her. And what they didn't to her?" She was crying again and shaking. "I can't even say it, but it was horrific. Once they had gotten her out and secured the crime scene, my father came home and arrested my brother. He didn't want anyone else to do it. And when Gabe came down the stairs, he knew, he knew I was the one that led them there." She leaned forward and grabbed a few tissues.

"Amy died while in ICU. I almost think it was a blessing. If she had physically recovered, she never would have recovered psychologically from the torture she endured. It was sadistic" she shook her head. "As angry as Gabe was? I just couldn't see him doing something like that. He refused to give up who his partner was. My father begged him. The D.A. was willing to cut him a deal. He gives up his partner, the D.A. would take the death penalty off of the table. Gabe still refused. He said he wouldn't give up the only person that cared about him. My testimony put that needle in his arm tonight" Her hands were still shaking.

"Look at me." Gia shook her head. "Gianna Mira!" He said a little more forcefully. She slowly looked at him. He closed the small amount of distance between them and took her face in both of his hands and wiped her tears. "You listen to me right now. You are NOT responsible for this. He made the choice to abuse and murder two girls with his friend. He made a choice to not give that friend up. It was his choices that led to what happened tonight, not yours." She nodded, he stayed close to her.

"My mother, she- she told me that if I had said something sooner that Amy would still be alive. I was just a kid, I didn't know. When Grayson heard her say that? He was SO angry. It was the first time in his life he ever stood up to her. She backed off, but she never apologized. I don't think she's ever apologized for anything. She used to tell my dad and Gray that they were going to make me soft and I needed to be a pillar of strength. I was traumatized and she couldn't be bothered with feelings. She never saw Gabe again after he was sentenced. He was no longer her son. My father gave up on him too after a few years. The D.A. told him that if he turned his partner over, they would stay the execution. My father tried so hard to convince him, he just couldn't take it anymore. And Grayson? He didn't care that he was our brother, he would never forgive him. It is the only thing we ever fight over. I wasn't allowed to see him, my mother made that very clear. When I turned 18, he called me. He was an adult and time had made him remorseful. He told me that he never blamed me. He told me it was never supposed to go that far. He had just wanted to mess with Grayson. His friend was only supposed to grab Amy. His friend had panicked when Lizzie started screaming so he took them both. I tried, one more time to get him to open his mouth. He said, the only control he ever had in his life was keeping his mouth shut and that he didn't want them to cancel the execution. He was ready to be done. I asked him to stay alive, for me. He told me that I would be better off without him. There would be no more arguing with Grayson. He wasn't scared to die. He was just sorry that it was going to cause me more pain. He said he was still too selfish to put anyone's needs above his own. I had hoped that my Dad would have come. I just don't think his heart could take it. I know they spoke on the phone a few weeks ago. Neither one of them would tell me about it beyond that. The not knowing who was responsible for Lizzie still haunts me. I have nightmares all of the time. That's why I have the tattoo, I thought maybe a physical manifestation would help stop them. I don't know that I'll ever sleep again."

She grabbed both of their glasses and went over to the counter and refilled their drinks. Rafael stood up and followed her. He took the drinks out of her hands and set them on the counter and then pulled her into a tight hug.He felt her body relax in his arms. He didn't want to say he was sorry. Somehow he knew she would see it as pitty. There were no words that could be said that would make any difference. They stood like that for a while before she pulled away. He wiped her eyes again.

"Thank you for trusting me with your story. Who else knows?"

"Just Cragen. He would only let me come to SVU if I was upfront about why I wanted to work there. Though I held it together when I told him."

"Amaro doesn't?"

"No. He just saw a portion of the execution notice. He asked, but I wouldn't tell him. He asked me if I was going and I said yes. He wanted to come with me, but I told him no. I wouldn't have been able to handle him finding out"

"I'm surprised you let me come in with you, but I'm glad you did. No one should go through that alone. Your story is safe with me."

"I know. I trust you, Rafael."

"I'm glad."

"You don't have to stay."

"There's no place else I want to be right now. C'mon, we'll watch a movie." He tucked a loose girl behind her ear. Rafael wasn't leaving her alone. While she was willing to share all of that, she was also excellent at masking her emotions, likely a trait she learned so she could appease or survive her mother. She needed someone to show up for her. He was more than willing to do that for her.

[blues824]

Hi, I was wondering if you could do the black butler demons with an Oogie boogie like character from the nightmare before Christmas

Gender-neutral reader. Includes Sebastian, Claude, Hannah, and the Triplets.

Sebastian Michaelis

Not going to lie, he was repulsed by your bugs at first, as he likes to keep the Phantomhive Manor pristine and clean

Plus, your addiction to gambling was something he did not like, especially since you didn’t have a soul to gamble

When he was ordered to kill you by Ciel because a “boogeyman” has been going around and stealing children in the night, he found himself not wanting to for some reason

Maybe he had gotten used to your presence, and you had been helping out with the Jack the Ripper case by using your bugs as bugs and listening in on conversations

Claude Faustus

He doesn’t exactly like bugs either, but he is a spider demon, so he must tolerate them at some level… right?

Also, your gambling addiction is something he frowns upon, as it is very unbecoming of such a person/demon/ghoul/entity of any sort

Now, there was news that a “boogeyman” had been stealing children in the knight, and they were rumored to be putting those kids in a “snake and spider stew”, and Claude knew it was you

However, he did not make an attempt to stop you, as he was not ordered to do anything and you made an agreement not to take Alois

Hannah Annafellows

She actually doesn’t mind the bugs, opting to just ignore them or bring them to you whenever one gets away

Now, she, like the other demons here, does not approve of your gambling addiction, as it only causes more harm than good

When the rumors of the “boogeyman” started rising up around London, she figured out that it was you, but she never said anything

Instead, she tried not to let Alois or even the Phantomhive Manor find out that it was you because you were dear to her

Triplets

Given that they are given less than 5 seconds of screen time, I don’t know much about them, but I don’t think they would mind the bugs either

Unlike the other demons, however, they don’t mind your gambling addiction either, as they tend to gossip themselves. Bad habits to go around, I guess

A few weeks after meeting you, they learned about the “boogeyman” rumors, and they, too, figured out that it was you stealing those children

Hell, they could have started the rumors at that point, because of how much they love to gossip amongst each other