#black butler fanficition

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Hello! i hope that you’re doing well and that your requests are still open, (if not it’s okay !) I wanted for a after-care session with Sebastian Michaelis after I’ve come across the one you posted last year, (https://manias-wordcount.tumblr.com/post/665533721661833216/care-sebastian-michaelis) I don’t have any ideas but maybe some kind of soft moments between the f! reader and sebastian ? (as in massaging, hugging each other or stuff) Anyways, it’s quite long but overall I just wanted to say that I truly enjoyed reading it ! Thanks for reading me!<3

After One Moment Ends (Sebastian x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗺! 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲 [:

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

The first thing you feel once he’s finally finished with you is small kisses on your forehead as you lie beneath him on his bed.

Your eyes are slipping close, but it's your hands on his shoulders that keep you grounded into of slipping away in the deep sleep that’s calling your name. It’s followed by a hand with long, slender fingers that you know very well slipping in between your legs for what seems to be the umpteenth time tonight. But the whine of exhaustion you let out could have gone ignored and unnoticed for all the moment cared. Because it was done not to bring you to another orgasm- another orgasm that you surely couldn’t have this night- but instead, it was to bring a damp cloth to clean the mess between your thighs. 

For now, is when one moment of intimacy ends. And another begins.

“ You did wonderful today, my dear, ” Sebastian murmurs into your skin with a voice like velvet. His hand between your legs creeps higher as he speaks. Higher than it should be, and it teases you for the small moment he leaves it there. The soft sound that escapes you is drunken by your lover in exchange for an even softer chuckle and a kiss pressed against your lips as if to apologize for giving in to the temptation. “You kept with my pace almost the entire time. You were stunning.”

A meek “ T-thank you…”  is all you’re able to say before an arm slithers under you both and helps you sit up. Your eyes flutter open, and your reward is another kiss pressed against swollen lips before Sebastian steps away. You watch him silently as he reaches for your arm before helping you stand on two wobbly legs. Naturally, you find yourself hiding your flustered expression from him but you could almost hear the smirk he gives you as you have to rely on the arm now slipped around your waist in order to walk forward. As a human, there is no way you could have matched a demon’s stamina or resilience. Though after many, many,  many  intense moments with him, you couldn’t help but hold hope that maybe someday you could. And as it seems?

It was not yesterday. Or the day before. And it was certainly not today either.

Still, you’re not complaining as he guides you into the bathroom. Nor are you complaining when he ushers you to go and relieve yourself as he draws a hot bath for the two of you. Because when by the time you’re finished, he’s already sitting on the side of the tub, testing the temperature. And when you slowly approach him, with a sleepy gaze and sway in your step, he’ll take you into his arms. Running his fingers up your sides and presses kisses and small bites to the underside of your breasts as if to provide a little bit of a wake-up. And you let him, enjoying the way his fingers find where they belong as they trail up and down your waist and hips. Though in the end, you both know it's moments like these that bring you closer and closer to falling asleep. 

But it’s only when he’s satisfied with the temperature does he finally step in before holding out his arm to assist you in doing the sane. And the water feels like the perfect temperature as you step in and feel it splash around your legs. So down, down, down you go with him as he guides you into sitting in the water with his back against his chest. And though you try not to get too comfortable, aware that this bath was meant to be quick and that the two of you were not to stay long, you still can’t help but give in to the temptation of laying your head against his shoulder. Just as he couldn’t give in to the temptation of letting you do whatever it was that you wanted so long as it meant having you close to him. 

It’s him that washes the two of you. The thought itself is ironic at best and blasphemy at its worst. For a demon to be the one to wash away the signs of sin and lust from your body with careful hands and tender touches? It seems unheard of. Impossible, even. But here he is. Whispering quiet affirmations into your ear as long fingers spread fragrant soap and warm water across your soft body. Doing all that he could to help you relax.

And when you both get out, it’s before the water turns cold and your fingers become wrinkly. Just a quick bath. Like he promised. You’ll watch him, with heavy-lidded eyes and a head full of clouds, as he makes quick work of getting the tub drained so that his attention can find its way back onto you once more. It makes you smile, a small smile as dark eyes train themselves onto your form after your time in the bathroom is done and taken care of. A smile he reciprocates as he seems to produce a nightgown out of thin air and dress you in. 

By this point, you’re fighting with all your strength to stay conscious. Fighting with all your strength to stay here. But one second, you’re sitting on the counter, swinging your feet and blinking slowly as the shape of his moving body becomes blurrier and blurrier. The next, an arm is being placed underneath your thighs and around your shoulders- lifting you up, up, up, and carrying you back into the bedroom.

Step, step, step.  It doesn’t take long to find yourself being placed onto his bed once more. Only a few short seconds with quick yet gentle strides to get you to the next place you need to be.  The last place you need to be , you realize, as your body is made to lay down and your head is placed upon a pillow. After that you know you’re in a battle you’ll ultimately lose. A battle no longer worth fighting in. So finally you do. You let your eyes close. And you try not to open them again. Not as the lights are turned out throughout the room. Not as the covers are shifted and lifted over your body. And not as a final kiss is placed upon your temple. Upon your nose. Your cheeks. Above your brow. And upon your lips. For at that point? 

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The Act |High School AU|

Pairing: Ciel Phantomhive x gn!reader Genre: Fluff, high school au Warnings: none Summary: (Y/n) and Ciel have a project together that Elizabeth doesn’t like at all. Her theory? (Y/n) and Ciel have feelings for each other.

A/N: ALL OF MY ANIME FICS WILL NOW BE DONE ON MY NEW ACCOUNT @illegal-spiegel​​

At the moment, you’re walking on campus at school to meet up with one of your closest friends, Mey-Rin. She, along with 4 of her friends, came to school here a couple weeks ago. You instantly clicked with Mey-Rin for reasons you don't know.

Finny is one of her best friends, Bard being the other. They’ve been as thick as thieves for years. Finny is one of the sweetest people you’ve ever met in your entire life. He loves gardening and just cares so much about nature, especially animals. Bard likes to act like he’s tough but he’s really just a soft teddy bear. He loves to cook, even if he’s not the best at it, but you always eat his baked goods that he likes to bring you. 

The other two of her friends are Ciel and Elizabeth, who are, somehow, an item. You have no idea how because they couldn't be any more different. 

Sebastian is your history teacher, who somehow knows all of them, and his class is the only time that all of you are together besides lunch. It’s still kind of odd to you that they’re friends with a teacher, but you don’t question it since you’re pretty cool with the librarian anyway.

You get along with all of them. Well, except for Elizabeth. You would say that she hates you, but her bubbly personality doesn't show it. You’ve just never got along, for reasons you don’t know.

Eventually, you come up to a table that is on campus and see Mey-Rin sitting by herself. She is looking around, looking for you, you suppose. "Hey, Mey-Rin." 

"(Y/n)! It's good to see you, yes it is!" she shouts while she runs up to you and hugs you. "Alright, we have 10 minutes before class, so let's get to talking."

You don't have many classes with Mey-Rin, so before school starts, you meet up and talk. At the moment, you’re talking about a bunch of random things, per usual. Next thing you know, the warning bell rings, giving us five minutes to get to class. 

"Guess we should get to class now," you say glumly, sad your hangout time is over. 

"It's okay! I'll see you at lunch!" With that said, you take your separate ways.

Your first three classes seem to fly by surprisingly. You then make your way to English and take your seat around the middle of the classroom. You have this period with Ciel and Elizabeth, where you three normally all sit together. Usually, Ciel sits directly in front of you and Elizabeth sits either to his right or left. They come in two minutes before the bell rings and take their respective seats.

Ciel turns around, once he’s done getting situated, and says,"Good morning, (Y/n)." 

"Morning, Ciel," you reply with a warm smile.

Elizabeth then looks over at you two and says in that annoying voice of hers,"Hello, (Y/n)." You turn your gaze to her and can see her slight glare. 

‘Why is she getting all worked up? We just said hello to each other, jeez.’

"Hello, Elizabeth."

"I told you to call me Lizzy!" she shouts. People look in your direction and begin to stare. 

"Okay, I'm sorry. Jeez, Lizzy, don't be so loud," you whisper-shout while putting heavy emphasis on the word ‘Lizzy.’ She glares at you for a second and looks like she’s about to say something, but the teacher walks in before she can.

"Alright, class. Today you are to make a script and scene with a partner and present it to the class. It has to be under 10 minutes and has to be the genre I assign to you and your partner." 

People gasp and some even shout, "Assigned?" and "Why can't we choose who we work with?"

She shushes everyone and continues on like she wasn't even interrupted. "When I call your name, you and your partner will come up, get the rubric, and you'll get started." She then goes down her list naming people and genres off. 

"Lizzy and," she flipped the page, "Gerald."

"What? I want to work with Ciel!" she shouts angrily. 

"Miss Milford, if you prefer, I'll give you a zero and let Gerald work alone." 

Elizabeth’s jaw drops before she recomposes herself and then mutters, "Fine." 

Your teacher then continues and you look up when you finally hear my name. "(Y/n) and Ciel." You gasp softly along with Elizabeth, whose gasp can be heard from Australia, before she then groans.

You, along with Ciel, go up and get handed the rubric when you reach the front. "Your genre is romance." 

You blush a bit and gulp while avoiding eye contact with Ciel. You then move two desks together and sit next to each other. 

When your teacher is done assigning people she says, "You have 30 minutes to make a script. After that time is up, you all will start presenting. You may start now."

‘Man, we don't have a whole lot of time...’

"Alright, do you have any ideas?" you ask even though you know he isn’t too big on romance, according to Elizabeth that is. He shakes his head no and looks at the rubric once again. 

"Okay. What about we do a scene where we are best friends, but one of us is dying. We then confess our undying love for each other before the other dies," you suggest, it being the first thing that comes to mind. He stares at you for a moment, looking deep in thought. He then nods his head in agreement and you get to work. 

You ended up finishing the script just in time. 

A couple of people go and then it’s Elizabeth’s turn. She and Gerald go in front of the class and begin. Their genre is fantasy and they made the plot pretty good. Elizabeth is a fairy and Gerald is a wizard. There, apparently, is a war going on and they have to join forces to beat the bad guys.

Elizabeth doesn’t look too interested, but she puts up a pretty good show. When they finish, everyone claps and the next few people go up. All in all, most of them are pretty interesting. 

When it is finally your turn, your heart starts to race. You clumsily stand up and make your way to the front of the classroom. "Alright, you may begin."

You made it to where Ciel is the one dying because you don't think he could bring tears to his eyes. He also can't show that much emotion, so him dying makes it easier for him. 

He lies down on the ground, but not without a scowl, and makes a face to where he looks like he is in pain, holding his stomach. You crouch down and cradle him like what you would see in a movie when someone is dying. "Ciel, you’re going to be just fine," you stutter out with fear laced in your voice.

"(Y/n)...I need to tell you...something...before I...go," he whispers, making it loud enough for the class to hear. You shake your head while bringing tears to your eyes.

"No, Ciel. Don't waste your breath. You are going to be alright." He looks down at the “blood” coming out of him. 

He looks back up to you and says softly, "There isn't enough time...to say all of...what I want...to say. I need to...tell you now before...it's too late." You let a tear fall and it lands on his face. He looks in even more pain now by just seeing your expression. He’d never tell you this, but it breaks his heart to see you cry. Fake or not.

"I...I love you...with all...my heart...please do not...mourn...too much. Live your...life. I'll see you...when you...visit my grave. We'll meet again someday...my love." He then “dies” and you lay him down, putting your head on his chest and start crying harder. 

His hand that is facing away from the students comes to hold yours, making sure no one can see it. You then lift your head, smile brightly, and say dramatically, "And scene."

Everyone starts to clap at the well preformed scene. Well, everyone except Elizabeth, who seems to be pouting. Some even teared up a bit and the teacher looks like she’s about to cry. Were you really that good?

"Good job! Very well done!" You take your seats and you wipe your face off with your sleeve. 

"I didn't think you would go that far." 

You turn to Ciel with a sheepish smile and say, "Well, if we wanted a good grade, I had to make it good." You sniffle at the end of your sentence and Ciel wipes a spot on your cheek that you had missed.

"Well, we definitely got an A, so good job." You smile even more at him and then focus on the next act that’s coming up after you. When the bell rings, signaling class is over, you and Ciel stand and start heading out together. 

"Ciel!" Elizabeth shouts, dragging it out as she always does. Ciel gives a big sigh and looks at you as if saying “Help me.”

You still don’t understand why he’s dating her if he can’t stand her. Maybe he just doesn’t want to be lonely? He’s dating her out of pity?

You laugh while shrugging, teasingly saying, "Duty calls, I suppose." With that said, you give him a wink and make your way to lunch. 

When you get your food, you sit down with the gang and Mey-Rin instantly says hello. When you look at Mey-Rin, her eyes widen with worry as she shouts, "Have you been crying? What's wrong? What happened?" You smile at her concern and shake your head as you explain what happened lasts period.

"I'm fine, Mey-Rin. We had to do a script in English, and in mine, I had to cry."

"Why'd you have to do that?" Finny asks curiously. 

"Ciel and I were given romance and his character was dying. He confessed his love for me right before dying," you explain like it’s nothing important, opening up your water bottle. The others give each other a look like they knew something you don’t. "What? What is it?" 

They all snap their heads towards you and quickly exclaim all at once, "Nothing!" You stare at them for a bit longer, obviously suspicious, before shrugging it off and beginning to eat. 

"Hey, speaking of Ciel and Lizzy, where are they?" Bard pipes up. You look around the cafeteria and notice that they are, in fact, not here yet.

“I’m not sure. They were right behind me.”

Just then, you hear the doors to the cafeteria fly open followed by familiar voices arguing. Ciel is walking towards you all with Elizabeth right behind him with tears running down her face.

"Why would you say that? We've been dating for two years and you just want to end it? What did I ever do wrong?" she shouts. Some people look, but most knew not to bug in on Ciel's business.

Ciel sits down next to you without grabbing food and says nothing, wanting the conversation to be over.

"Is it (Y/n)? Huh? Is it? You always defend her in our arguments, so it has to be!" You whirl your head around to face her at the mention of your name. You? 

You stand up as you inquire, "Me? What did I do? I didn't do anything, so don't drag me into this!”

She walks up to you and gets close to your face, saying as she does so, "It’s always you! (Y/n) this, (Y/n) that! I always knew you had a thing for him, but for him to like you back? I won't accept it!"

Not to be rude to her or anything, but you’re pretty sure that if this gets ugly, you could beat her with your eyes closed. She’s literally a walking talking doll.

She then, to everyone's' shock, including mine, slaps you across the face. You stand there with your head to the side, holding your stinging cheek. You then slowly turn your head to face her, a dark look sparking in your eyes. Fear flashes in Elizabeth’s eyes, but she stands her ground surprisingly.

Right as you raise your hand to strike her back, Ciel is calmly standing up and grabbing your wrist. You come to find later that he wouldn’t have cared if you hit her, but he didn’t want you getting into trouble with the school. 

He moves to stand in front of you and says lowly to his girlfriend, "Do not blame this all on (Y/n). She is not to blame for this. We are too different, Elizabeth. We almost never get along. Just accept the fact that we are done and go. Don’t ever come near (Y/n) again either." Oh, well I guess ex-girlfriend. 

Elizabeth’s lip quivers before she runs off crying and that’s when you start to feel a little guilty. You don’t think Ciel likes you, but she sure thinks so for some reason. If it wasn't for you, would they have even broken up?

Ciel turns around when she’s gone and holds your stinging cheek. He sees the guilt written all over your face and says softly, "Don't feel bad or guilty over this." You nod your head and go to say something when the bell rings. Ciel gives a deep sigh and starts to drag you the opposite way of your next class.

"Ciel! What are you doing? I'm going to be late for class! Let go!" you say loudly. He opens a door to an empty classroom and lightly pushes you in. He then enters himself and shuts the door. "What is going o-" 

He put his lips on yours to stop you from talking and you swear time stopped for a second there. You don’t have time to process what in the world is going on or kiss back before he’s pulling away. 

"Sorry. I didn't mean to do that," he whispers before trailing off, giving a deep sigh and rubbing his eyes with one hand.

"Look, (Y/n). Elizabeth was right. It's always been you. I didn't want to date Elizabeth, I wanted to date you. I have deep affections for you and, according to Elizabeth, you like me as well," he stutters out with a blush growing on his face. 

He actually stuttered. 

Like, for real. 

You stare at him for a minute, processing everything he just said. You then give him a wide grin, grab his shirt, and pull his lips to yours. He lets out a muffled, surprised shout but responds quickly to the kiss. He then slowly backs you up, pulling you to sit on a desk.

You never did go to the rest of your classes. You just stayed in the classroom doing, uh, homework. Yeah, homework. 

ALL OF MY ANIME FICS WILL NOW BE DONE ON @illegal-spiegel​​

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I'd love to see something with Grell x reader, maybe what you think a date might be like? ❤️

Date Night HCs (Grelle Sutcliff)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 !! 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲 𝗶 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆/𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝗲��𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗶 𝘂𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗶𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗲, 𝗶 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝘁𝗹𝗲??? 𝗶 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

To sum it up in two words, you would have to say fun (obviously, it’s Grelle) and awkward

AND NOT BECAUSE YOU DONT LIKE THEM

Nononononononono you adore them !!!!

And they’re so easy to talk to

The problem is that they adore YOU twice as much

So when meeting out in public, things can get a little hectic

Absolutely 100000% will scream about how adorable you look when you’re approaching from far away

And will show up with the biggest bouquet of flowers for you as a gift

And nearly dies inside when you’re the one reaching for their hand to hold as you two start walking

A date with Grelle is probably the whole nine yards too

Dinner, a show, maybe a walk around the shops or a nice garden

Of course, Grelle might be fidgeting and getting a little bit bored throughout some of the little less entertaining aspects of the night

But in the end, they’re doing it all for you <3 so they can handle a night that’s not really their forte as long as you’re enjoying yourself !!

Just remember to give your favorite reaper a kiss goodnight when it’s over

As long as you’re ready for them to smoother you with affection for a couple more minutes after the date was supposed to be over teehee ;]

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do you still take request for black butler? if so could i rq something with sebastian where his s/o (who is also a phantomhive servant) gets injured and/or almost drowns during the book of atlantic?

(i tried searching for rules on your page but couldn’t find any so feel free to ignore this if it goes against anything!)

Muddled Waters (Sebastian Michaelis x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗦𝗢 𝗦𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗧 𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗜 𝗛𝗢𝗣𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗘𝗡𝗝𝗢𝗬 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗵 𝗼𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗶 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗰 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗸𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 (𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗶𝘁 𝗴𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗯𝘂𝘁𝗹𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟮 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛)

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

You’re not sure how long it’s been since you dozed off.

  Minutes? Maybe hours since you were last awake enough to answer a few questions. In all honestly, you doubt you can even remember what was asked you. You doubt you can even remember what you said in response. Were they asking about survivors? Or maybe the fallen? Perhaps a few questions about what happened in the last moments you were still on board. Or even a few inquiries about your Master. Or maybe, just maybe a question or two about your health. However poor it may be at the moment, you know you’re getting better. Slowly, but surely, you’re getting better. 

  Though it may have something to do with a certain distinguished butler with careful hands taking the utmost care of you at this moment.

  You don’t have to open your eyes to know that the individual hovering over you, neatly tying the bow on the front of the borrowed nightgown you’re dressed in is your Sebastion. You just know it’s him. Still, you fight against the sleepy lull that keeps threatening to pull you under once more to open your eyes and give your savior a small smile. 

  “Hi...” Your voice comes out in a harsh whisper that has him shushing you in an instant. And you don’t blame him. All that saltwater you must have swallowed throughout the course of the night is truly catching up to you. It burns your throat with any attempt to use your voice like no other. A sign of your survival sure, but your mind can’t help but wander to others’ perception of the ugly sound you have no other option but to produce for now. You must have sounded awful to him. To the others. It was so unlike yourself. “Sebastian, I…”

  Your mind stalls the minute his voice leaves your lips. What to say, what to say? What can you say at this point? Your head feels like it's full of clouds and your eyelids feel as heavy as stone. The nightgown covering your body is cool against your skin, still warm and tinted red from the bath Sebastian must have drawn for you. But your biggest enemy was no doubt the bed he has you laying on. The quilt beneath your body was incredibly soft. Perhaps even softer than your bed at the Phantomhive Manor- something you dare not say beyond the comfort of your own thoughts. You feel safe. It’s a welcomed change after all that you’ve been through last night. A thank you is in order. And you’d prefer for it to be sooner rather than later. But one look on your face is enough to convince you to delay your words of praise. 

  “Shh…” This time, the sound comes out firmer. An order from your senior. A request from your lover. Your lips part on instinctive, but there’s nothing for you to say. Not with him hovering over you, signs of wear and tear covering his gorgeous figure. He protected you and Master Ciel last night. He always protects you and Master Ciel, no matter what. The very least you could do was listen obediently and not cause him any more trouble. “Don’t speak now. Just rest. I’ll have something here for your throat soon enough.”

  Red eyes meet yours- so full of concern and care that it’s hard not to shiver when he takes the second away from dressing you to place his hand against your cheek. Despite your best efforts, embarrassment springs forth from the back of your mind. You’re filled with an overwhelming urge to hide yourself. You’re more capable than this. As a servant of the Phantomhive family, you know you’re more capable of this. But ever since the night started, you’ve felt like little more than a nuisance. 

  The last thing you can remember, was while you were still on the deck of the rescue ship. The one that had finally plucked you, Master Ciel, and Sebastian from the little lifeboat out in the middle of the ocean. At that point, you were fighting to stay conscious as you were carried in Sebastian’s arms. Always fading in and out against your wishes. The warmth of the sun’s beams proves to be an easy lullaby to your cold and tattered body. But the constant stream of voices in your ears and light on your face proved to be the opposite. Still, you couldn’t muster up the energy to do anything but listen when you could. Not being able to muster enough strength to stand on your own two feet or to think coherently is a humbling experience. A frightening one. And all it does is serve to remind you of the strength you just don’t have compared to the others around you. 

  Before that, you recall drawing into yourself as shivering to keep warm as Sebastian kills off the rest of the living corpses- mere seconds after pulling you from the freezing cold waters of the Atlantic. Minutes bled into hours. The gruesome show never stopped. The chill that overtook you came with a vengeance. A vengeance that took away any shred of assistance you could even offer in such a dangerous situation.

  Even now, you’re not completely sure of the details surrounding what happened after the three of you were thrown into the water. In fact, the only thing you could remember was the feeling of hitting the water and going down. Down, down, down, and not being able to tell which way is up. Thinking you were going to drown. Knowing you were going to drown. All until you felt arms circling your wasting and pulling you to the surface. 

  From there, the images in your head become a blurry mess. Master Ciel’s voice is laced through your memories. Just like the scent of rotting flesh and the sight of red-stained waters. Your mind races with the encounter you just had seconds before being through off the ship. Scientists that go too far. Reapers that fight with a laugh in their voice. The dead that find a way to walk and to bleed again just so they can die once more. Then Sebastian. Doing everything in his power to protect Master Ciel. To protect you. Including getting hurt. 

  Including getting hurt.

  “Sebastian!” His name tumbles out of your mouth clumsily as you sit up and make a mad dash for him. He’s quick to stop you from moving any further with a firm push to your shoulders. Still, the damage has already been done. You can’t focus on anything else. You can’t think of anything else. With your memories from last night slowly uncovering themselves, your attention zeros in on a dark red, ugly stain left on his torso. The place he was stabbed. “You’re…you’re injured!”

  “And you…” In a flash, his voice is dangerously close to your ear. Another shiver passes over you as his labored breaths brush over your skin. His tone was serious. A quiet type of fury only he held when he was frustrated while trying to keep his composure. You’ve seen it a few times. Directed at the other servants. Directed at those who proved to be a nuisance in the way of Master Ciel’s plans. Directed at those who set out to harm you. But to feel it- to feel it with every breath he takes, and to wonder where his anger lies. It’s a different story entirely. “You were very close to a grave last night. Too close. Too close.”

  A story that you’re not sure you want to hear at all.

  “I’m-” You start to say. His hands squeeze your shoulders once. Twice, as if to serve as a reminder that you’re still here with him, before traveling downward. It takes him little effort to lift you from the bed once his hands have found a suitable position. And even less of an effort as he holds you like a bride upon his lap. The servant in you can’t help but think of all the stains that might rub off just from close contact like this. But the human in you just sits there and breathes in the sight of a lover growing closer and closer until it’s impossible to part from each other. And even then, he grows closer. “I just…”

  An apology. An apology sits in your throat. An apology for getting in the way. For not being of more use. For making him vulnerable. Weak. For getting him hurt. But it dies right where it lies due to a silent killer. A kiss. Behind your ear. Then on the lobe. And on the cheek. The nose. The eyelids, the forehead, the chin, the jaw, the neck, the lips- everywhere. Quiet kisses that told you that the danger has passed. Quiet kisses that land on every tear that rolls down your cheeks. Quiet kisses that make you feel warm. Warmer than embrace he holds you in. 

  And the warmest you’ve felt since getting on this damned boat and sailing straight past hell.