#look somehow butlers got me feeling a type of way

[ceruleancattail]

What do y’all think about Butler Jade? Who’s oh so devoted to you, always at your beck and call… the slightest discomfort that arises, he’s immediately by your side, resolving whatever troubles you.

He just seems perfect. Too perfect for Someone Like You. Perhaps let’s say You’re one of those merchants who’s fallen out of grace. It’s a terrible toil when it comes to hiring servants. Your clan do have quite the infamous reputation… yet Jade’s been with you ever since the fall.

He’s loyal.

Too much so.

Butler Azul is also a nice concept~ Sure, he’s calm and collected, but significantly much more easier to fluster as compared to Jade.

He handles matters around the house with a rapid pace. Always on top of things, your comfort his top priority.

Azul does have quite a bit of an ego. He does consider his role as your butler as a high honour, and he ensured everyone around him knows about it.

Business is managed smoothly whenever he’s by your side. Eyes sharper then Most merchants, he’s adept at financial matters. Of course, he’ll be expecting a raise, hm?

But for all his bluster, he’s soft. Gentle, even. Tucking you in every night, gloved hands sweeping the hair from your face…

He’ll press a kiss on your forehead, light as a feather if he could. His lips, soft against your skin, his touch, as fleeting as the silverly moonlight. Would you let him?

Butler Floyd is… fun. To say the least. He’s very erratic, sometimes the house’s spick and span, sometime’s there’s an whole spill on the carpet.

He’s the only one who’ll let himself be hired by you. He does look nothing like a prim and proper butler. Untucked shirts, tie hanging loosely from his collar. He greets you with a drawl, laughing as you tidy his appearance up.

He does do his job, to varying degrees on different days. He does brighten things up, as much as you’ll hate to admit. You never know what’ll happen next.

When you’re stressed, he takes it upon himself to coddle a smile on your face. Maybe dragging you by your hands, prancing around a ballroom in a silly little waltz.

He’s your servant, ya know? He’s ready when you are. If you’re not, he’ll dragging you away, running with you until you can smile again~

[xxsycamore]

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐂

↬ 💋 "You're going to stand here against the wall because you're being punished."

Napoleon Bonaparte x Main Character • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Bickering; Femdom to Maledom; Light Dom/sub; Lipstick; Kissing; Marking; Neck Kissing; Teasing; Nipple Play; Blow Jobs; Dirty Talk; Vaginal Sex; Size Kink; Multiple Orgasms; Creampie; Post-Sex Cuddless • wordcount: 3,831 • masterlist

a/n: Today marks FOUR years since I love this man......Enjoy🙇🏻‍♀️

"Who kisses the other more?"

"Easy. That would definitely be me-"

"It's me."

Napoleon and MC cross their gazes, lips still parted in mutual interruption. Napoleon raises a brow, quick to defend his bold statement. "Nunuche, I love you, but no."

"Excuse me?? I'm kissing you every chance I get! And you know that!"

"Nunuche." He puts a hand over hers, insisting overconfidently. "Need I remind you of what I'm infamous for, in this mansion? They even go as far as call as to me a kissaholic, yet you still…"

"That's nothing! You might have your kiss attacks in the mornings, but I'm out there giving you full-course meals of smooches all throughout the day! Are you seriously going to argue with me about this right now?"

Vincent awkwardly sinks into his seat, lowering his face into the 101 Questions For Couples book that he picked up as an anniversary present for Napoleon and MC. He is starting to regret his choice, as he never as much as imagined these two to be the type to argue over anything at all. And now they're having a couple's argument over this. It's somehow fitting and, frankly, it's even adorable, but all he wants right now is to restore the peace between the two… but how does he do that?

Out of nowhere, (as per usual) comes Sebastian, who might have listened in. Before Vincent can wave his arms at him to signal SOS, the couple figures out by themselves how to get help from the poor butler.

Napoleon and MC turn in his direction, putting an abrupt end to what only looked like them about grab each other's collars (were they going to fight, or kiss?! ) only to shout at Sebastian, almost in one voice:

"Sebas! Which one of us do you think kisses the other more?"

Sebastian stands up stoic and serious, visibly considering their question with utmost diligence. They've given him too much power in the debate and he has to use it wisely.

His hand travels up to rest under his chin, as if deep in thought. His fingers ghost over his lips which are curling up in a smile. Could it be that he's recalling an event that would help him with his decision?

"I'd say… Monsieur Napoleon. He is the person I have more record of seeing initiating a kiss, MC."

Napoleon is busy putting his hands on his hips triumphally as MC simply stands there and gasps, taking in a gigantic portion of pure betrayal… coming from her dear co-worker of all people, nonetheless.

"That's- That's only because I keep my love in private! What's wrong with that?"

"Absolutely nothing, MC. Forgive me but even without this data, Monsieur Napoleon strikes me as the person who'd kiss you more, rather than the other way around. He is a warm and loving person who wants to remind his partner of his feelings regularly. Physical touch is his second love language. Those are my observations."

What should have been an attempt to put out MC's burning rage seems a lot more like flattery towards the man he idolizes instead. Having had enough, MC gets up in a rush, clearly headed for the door. Seeing that Napoleon is not following behind, she turns on her heel, crosses the room back to his side, grabs him by the sleeve until he's got no choice but to follow, and spells it out for him.

"We're going. To our room."

Before anyone has a chance to say anything, Napoleon is snatched away with the loud thud of a closing door echoing behind him.

Vincent closes 101 Questions For Couples shut and shakily puts it down on the tea table as if it's a cursed relic bound to bring despair. He frowns at Sebastian.

"What do you think will happen now?"

Sebastian nods with eyes at rest, as if the answer is clear as a day.

"It's obvious, Master Vincent. They are going to kiss and make up."

Napoleon knows things are about to get serious when he hears MC locking their bedroom door from the inside. Uh oh. He decides for now it's best to cross his arms and patiently wait until MC decides to approach him and address her grudges. And preferably, to remove that smirk from his face. It's a little hard when he finds her cute when mad. And what is she doing now? She seems to be tying her hair back in a slick ponytail. Someone's getting hot, perhaps. Should he be scared, or should he be aroused? The limited time to ponder is already over as she finally turns around to face him. Her angry glare is turning him on. He is not sure how to fight her with a hard-on. 

"Hey…"

"Hey." MC returns the pointless greeting, doing a good job of keeping her unwavering cold expression. She surely doesn't plan on simply standing there attacking him with that dagger-shooting glare alone. Only a breather more and she steps in closer; reaches out to him.

Napoleon stands still, unsure of what to expect. He's got an idea or two about his own next move but he first wants to see hers first. Jade orbs travel down to follow the movements of her hands as she begins to tug at his clothes.

One by one, the buttons of his white shirt come undone under her gentle hands. She is taking her sweet time, undressing him slowly, agonizingly so. It's as soothing as when she helps him change for bed when he's sick. Something tells him he's not getting all tucked in and cozy this time.

"Do you need help with that, Nunuche?"

"Ferme-la."

That's a harsh way of telling him to shut up. But he's guilty of using the same words when he's annoyingly nudged awake in the morning sometimes; he can't help it. He does shut up.

MC makes sure to not leave a single clothed spot on his entire toned body, making him feel exposed and watched by her sharp gaze. After awhile, the silence is at last broken by her.

"Now."

Now? Napoleon almost asks aloud, curious to see how she'd shut him up this time. He hopes his boner is not getting any more obvious because of this.

He expect her to come closer, because where else she could be going right now? But instead, she takes a step back, looks at him from head to toe, and then goes to her dressing table. Napoleon shivers. Is she going to fetch some sort of torture device from there? Could it be that his innocent Nunuche is finally turning to the dark side because he crossed the line teasing her?

Oh, it's just lipstick. She hoovers over the dressing table to look into the mirror and applies it precisely; just as if she's getting ready for a nice date out. Napoleon is dumbstruck and wants to jokingly ask if that's for getting her dominatrix persona on, but remains silent. He is not left hanging for much longer as soon MC pockets her lipstick and giddily returns in front of Napoleon.

"Can I at least lay down?"

"No~ You're going to stand here against the wall because you're being punished."

So that's indeed where things are going. Napoleon gulps down, holding back a sigh fueled by the frustration of finding himself uncharacteristically not in control. He tries to put two and two together, finding a connection between MC's blood-red lips and the fact that she's got him all stripped down like an empty canvas.

She gets on her tippy toes and puts a hand on the wall behind him to steady herself before kissing him gently on the lips. Napoleon wishes with his whole being to return the kiss and transform it into something less innocent, but the chance slips out of his grasp as MC withdraws too soon. Ducking down for another smooch attack, this time she aims at his cheek. It reminds him of being greeted back from work, so pure and warming. Another two or three kisses are pressed against his other side and he feels giddy, imagining what he looks like with so much lipstick smeared on him, like a little kid on his birthday when it's the aunt's turn to give a present. It's ridiculous, everything that is happening right now, but more ridiculously so he enjoys it and doesn't question a thing. That’s the far opposite of a punishment, though. The next kiss lands lower, on his nape, and MC uses her hand to tip his chin upwards so she can place one right under his jaw. Next, she pays more attention to his neck, making a row of kisses down his collarbone. She knows he is ticklish here but that only encourages her more for this impromptu torture. 

It doesn't get any better for Napoleon once those devilish lips find their way down from his collarbones. Nothing could've prepared him for the contrastingly bold gesture of suddenly having his nipples playfully pinched and pulled. It comes nonetheless, making him grunt out a moan of surprise. As if apologizing for getting too naughty, MC kisses them better, leaving two identical lipstick prints around his areolas. Napoleon gazes down at her, bewildered, as she slowly sinks lower, kissing her way there as well. Her hands map the familiar area of his abs, replacing the feather-light caress of her fingers with the one of her lips time and time again. Excitement pools in Napoleon's loins as the woman in front of him finds herself fully on her knees, having reached his most sensitive place with her lips in the meantime. His fists clench and unclench with the absence of anything to grasp into and his neglected cock twitches with anticipation.

"Has the color come off already?"

Ah, she refers to her lips that are indeed a much paler shade of red already. The sudden distraction breaks his expectations in million pieces as he just nods tepidly. MC casually sits back on her heels as she reaches inside her pocket to fish out the lipstick.

Napoleon tries to steady his heartbeat, watching her apply it anew on her beautiful lips, kiss-swollen to perfection and just so fuckable, but that's his cock doing the thinking instead of him. Hence the need to calm his pulse. She takes her time in order to be careful, and truly, without the aid of a mirror, perfectly fills them in with the red color; if he knows anything about that. He clicks his tongue, realizing where all this red is going.

"Down there, too?"

"Oh, yes." She clicks the cap back on and discards the cosmetic product to roll off somewhere on the floor for now. "Especially down there."

You're driving me crazy, Napoleon thinks, and if he has to be honest with himself, he is not so sure of however much longer he would be able to limit himself to thoughts alone. Perhaps his Nunuche underestimates the situation. More and more small grunts leave his lips as MC puts imprints of the newly applied lipstick on his fair untanned skin, dangerously close to his cock but missing it on purpose. The red marks bloom on his hipbones and the inside of his tights, it feels like forever before she finally does what he was hoping for most. Wrapping her delicate hand around his stiff length, a kiss appears on the side of it, too; right over a thick vein that runs there. The most frustrating of it all has to be the fact that she does none of it all with the intention of giving him pleasure. Not that her plan is much more innocent, as she particularly marks him as hers all over, in her own way.

He is able to, at last, enjoy her mouth for one short but rewarding moment as she parts her lips and takes the tip in between, swirling her tongue around it. Perhaps not wishing to ruin her make-up with such activity, she lets go in shortly, noticing how he twitches eagerly in her hand. She keeps his cock there, stroking the base slowly as she busies herself with additional kisses on the length of his tights, knees and however much lower her position would allow.

She stands to her feet and the curtain falls. Hands on her hips, like a craftsman admiring his handiwork. Her eyes travel to chase over trails of dusty red roses blooming all over Napoleon's body, but as they finally return to his face, the expression doesn't match her own, not one in a bit. He looks out of breath as if each of those kisses were received by his mouth instead, face flushed and hair sticking wetly to his face.

"Do you like what you've made of me, Nunuche?" Snorts Napoleon, wondering if she is proud of herself for her little game and the effects it had on him.

"Mhmm! I love it."

MC claps her hands together, visibly admiring his body again to rub it in his face just how much she means it when she says she loves it. She gets closer again, lifting up his limp right hand and placing kisses against his wrist, just a little spot she missed.

"I'm almost not mad at you anymore, Napoleon. You look thoroughly kissed, and everyone who gets a look at you would know that it's me who kisses you more… and not the other way around."

"So this is what your little plan was about, hmm?" Napoleon forcibly releases his right hand from her grasp and uses it to collect her chin instead, squeezing her cheeks firmly. "You said almost not mad. What's the price I have to pay for your full forgiveness?"

MC begins playing coy with a little hum rumbling in her throat, and Napoleon releases his hold so she can give the reply she comes with. She decides on putting on her commanding tone one last time, having decided on her answer.

"Fuck me nice and we're good."

"Yeah." Putting the overdue end to her naughty ministrations by makeshiftly handcuffing her wrists with his much stronger hands, Napoleon's gaze pins her down. "Yeah, that's what I was intending to do."

Napoleon suspects that he hardly needs to throw her on the bed himself, as something tells him she'd straightly jump there if he were to let her go now. One way or another, she is soon to find herself pinned under his large frame, inhaling nothing but his scent on the pillow as he envelops her smaller body with his own from behind. He spreads her legs at a favorable angle, barely having the mind to make sure she is comfortable before grabbing into his cock and guiding it towards her sopping wet hole. He grunts and grabs her by the waist, dragging her further down the bed to ensure they're as close as possible, and watches her arching her bottom in anticipation.

Napoleon rubs his blunt head into her swollen lower lips, teasingly. He collects her wetness until the glide is smooth and rewarding, but makes sure it's not too pleasurable for her just yet. He aims at her dripping hole and guides his cock there slowly, enjoying the way she clenches desperately around him as if to pull him further in.

As he withdraws, familiar whines of dissatisfaction reach his ears. Despite the person he knows himself to be, being unfair once in a while feels just right. Especially after what she did to him earlier.

MC curls one leg around his own, trying to make him get the hint and hurry up, and Napoleon's eyes darken with lust at her desperation.

"Shh, ma chérie, I've got you." He fails to hold in a chuckle of endearment, heart swelling with pride at how easily he drives her crazy for what only he could give her. "I've got you, is this what you wanted?"

He gradually pushes in, stretching out her insides with his girthy length that never ceases to be just a little too big for her.

"Oohh! Yes, yes, give it all to me… Napoleon… don't make me wait any longer…"

"Hmm? Can you take it all in?" He strokes over the small of her back, admiring the beautiful arch of her back; the way she presents herself so willingly to him, making it that much easier to ignore the part of his brain that wants revenge for the part of it that wants raw pleasure.

"Y-yes, please, more, please…"

Slowly, he bottoms out. Letting out a satisfactory moan of his own, he didn’t until now realize how much self-control it cost him to keep his gentleness. That and, with being previously stimulated to a certain dangerous degree, he wants to throw away any plans of taking it nice and slow from now on. Screw revenge. He gives one long look at the place they're connected again, admiring how much of him has disappeared inside her hot tightness, and then grunts again, readjusting his position.

He drapes his body over his lover's, chest to her back, using the opportunity of being close enough to whisper in her ear. Each word he utters this way is making her clench deep inside, and he makes the best out of it, feeling utterly satisfied with himself but remembering to keep the grin out of his tone.

"I'm going to move now." He breathes in and then out, "I'll try to go at it slowly because it looks like you need to cool down, but…"

"No…" a sharp inhale, "No, give it your best." She shifts her body a little, rocking her bottom on his cock as if to demonstrate the intensity of her wish. "Fuck me for your pleasure."

Napoleon chuckles darkly, pecking her arm with wetted lips and collecting her wrists again into his iron grip.

"How am I supposed to do that when you're already rutting against me so selfishly? You're trying to get me to set the pace that you need. Look at you fucking yourself against me."

"Nnh-"

"Yeah? Do you want me to let you keep going? Can you cum like that?"

Instead of wanting to keep going or not, a more fitting question would be whether she could retain herself from it. The pulse in her ears is maddening as she chases after her high, the tip of Napoleon's cock rubbing against her sweet spot and MC making sure she is maintaining the angle all the way. Soon enough, without having the time to warn him, she shouts into the pillows and rocks her body repeatedly, using his cock like a sex toy, convulsing harshly around it. Napoleon groans, bucking slightly back into her and enjoying the sight, the feeling of her coming undone in his arms coupled with the heavenly tightness wrapping around his cock. He presses kisses into her hair, inhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo; then pressing more kisses into to whichever part of her he could reach, until she comes down from her high. He almost considers her calmed down before another set of whines leaves her mouth.

"Already?" Napoleon teases. He gives an experimental thrust, knowing not to overwhelm her senses.

"Mmm, more, more!"

That's a nice reaction, he thinks to himself as he thrusts again, slowly gaining speed. He wants nothing more than to fuck her breathless at last, reducing her to a moaning mess beneath him. He could mockingly refer back to the thought that it all started with her having the upper hand, but maybe later. Though it's intriguing to imagine another scenario, of how this should've played out - with him tied to the bedframe and his hips straddled as she rides him to her satisfaction. He would be a rotten liar if he says he isn't interested in seeing it come true. But oh how much better victory tastes. There is a good reason she didn't go all the way, and that's because she wanted to be fucked raw and fast instead. But since she has his heart - she's been having it for a long time now - more than playing with power he wants to simply satisfy her and quench her thirst for him. He knows that no amount of true dominance would feel as good to her as to simply have him buried deep to the hilt inside her, moaning his pleasure into her ears as he spills his seed against her deepest parts. It's because he feels the same way.

"Do you still want me to keep going? Fast and deep like that? You're going to make me want to fill you up."

"Ahhhh, yes, Napoleon, Napoleon do it, please, fill me up with your cum, please."

He thrusts hard and noisily into her wet heat, feeling his release building up by her cute pleas alone. In addition, she feels incredibly hot and tight around him, coaxing his release as he tries to maintain a steady pace.

Enclosing her arms with his own muscular ones and holding a vice-like grip on her wrists, he lets himself go.

The burning sensation of Napoleon hitting her deepest, most sacred part is slightly painful, but in a very good way. She feels so full. The sheer thought of him giving into his desire and claiming her like this is enough to send her spiraling into pleasure, but the feeling of his hot cum rushing into her depths is mind-shuddering on its own. She doesn’t realize there are tears rolling down her cheeks. Rutting away the rest of his high into her hips, smacking the sweat-lined skin of her ass, he moans her name, letting himself be milked from every last drop as she keeps convulsing and following him into the throes of release in high-pithed, pleading shrieks that morph into downright pornographic moans. Their legs tangle together, maintaining the gradually dying down friction until their senses start to calm down.

Napoleon can feel the slowly cooling layer of sweat covering the skin of his back, though he still feels very hot; the humid summer air demandingly asserting his presence. He carefully rolls off MC, making sure she is getting enough air to breathe. He almost pouts in realization, I'm always the one doing all the work yet she is panting harder. Pleasure still rocks all over him, and his heart beats lovingly at the feeling of MC curling into his chest even when she must be feeling hot.

They stay like this for a moment, catching their breath, hands wandering each other's bodies, and sending muted fireworks of pleasure aftershocks everywhere they touch. It could either be that he is ticklish, or the endorphins kicking in, but soft giggles escape Napoleon's lips and pour right into hers, infecting her along the way. It's a very clumsy kiss, but it gets Napoleon an idea.

"I still think I can turn the score around. Let's see who leaves this room more thoroughly kissed or whatever." 

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[sudsyv2]

I have so many silly prompts and only one small brain that can’t remember all of them so I’m writing them down ><! (if you like any feel free to use them !)

I’ll probably be adding to this list daily 😽

MISC:

1. Ghost and soap who have reincarnated so many times but somehow still meet each other in their new lives.

2. Soap and ghost on a swing, just swinging and chatting

3. Duke ghost and butler soap or reverse! Either way one’s trying not get them in trouble and the other doesn’t give a fuck if something happens, they’d literally go to war with the entire country if anyone opposes to their relationship

4. Siren soap!!!!

5. Ghost and his inability to say no to Soap

6. Gamer ghost (sorry this is just so funny) and rich boy soap who’s got an embarrassing crush on him

7. Tattoo artist soap and biker ghost

8. Big werewolf ghost and his somehow more feral human boyfriend soap!

9. Soulmates, red strings the whole deal

10. Ghost getting called big guy by soap (and liking it)

11. STREAMER GHOAP AU THINK ABOUT IT, IT WOULD BE SO FUNNY

12. Finding out each others love language

13. Ghost is a rock collector he collects shiny rocks and when he finds one he really likes he shows soap

14. Painter soap

15. Soap doodling on ghosts arm

16. Soap learning to cook, just cause he’s bored

17. WRITE MORE OF THE PROMISE RING SHIT I GOTTA WRITE MORE OF IT

18. Ok so hear me out, a tiny creature (can be a baby monster thing or idk) imprints on both soap and ghost

19. Soap is good with kids

20. Photographer ghost but he doesn’t talk about it. Though one Christmas, soap got him an expensive camera and he was extremely happy about it

21. soap carry’s small bandaids with stickers on it all the time. You got a small cut? He’s got a hello kitty, Batman, any kind of bandaid you want he’s probably got

22. Tyrant ghost looking for a wife and then in comes knight soap looking to defeat tyrant ghost

23. Ghost has incredibly dumb theories and soap is the only one who listens to them

24. DINOSAURS!! THEY BOTH REALLY LIKE DINOSUARS AND THEY HAVE ARGUEMENTS ON THEIR FAVORITE DINOSAURS

25. Detective Ghost and an Arsonist on the run from the police Soap

26. Literal ghost! soap, like that bitch is haunting the base grounds, and lieutenant who goes by the name ghost

(Will add more)

FLUFF:

1. Soap looking at ghost with such a loving shine in his eyes, those damn puppy eyes staring at ghost like he had just given soap the world

2. Soap buying ghost flowers

3. Soap kissing all of ghosts scars

4. Them just laying together, cuddling, soap is rambling about something and ghost is listening intently sometimes even adding a “I see” in between to let soap know he’s listening

5. Soap would be the one to propose but wouldn’t be able to hide the fact he was going to propose, his excitement written all over his face

6. I know it’s probably not possible but imagine ghost being ticklish

7. Ghost, whenever they’re cuddling, likes to put his entire body weight on soap. And soap doesn’t even mind, playing with ghosts hair and rubbing his back.

8. Soap having to get on his tippy toes to kiss ghost and ghost leaning farther and farther back to see just how determined soap is to kiss him (very. Soap is very determined.)

9. Taking a shower together, nothing sexual happens it’s just them washing each other after a long day

10. SLOW DANCING, AND BOTH TAKE TURNS TAKING THE LEAD

11. Ghost kissing soaps hand

12. Ghost learning how to knit and knits soap a blanket that says “soap and ghost”

13. Bass guitarist ghost in a band who really wants to woo this super cute guy (soap ofc) that always shows up to their concerts, and gets his bandmates to help him write a song for said super cute guy (soap)

14. Soap can sing and sometimes ghost will just ask if soap can sing for him. When they’re both sleepy! And soap does, it’s usually always some type of silly lullaby. Works wonders for ghost though

15. Price telling ghost that his lover boy(soap) is here

16. Ghost gets a small scratch on his cheek and soap kisses it better, ghost not expecting the kiss is left frozen in place for a couple seconds while soap is just walking off cackling

17. The way they wake each other up. Ghost gently nudges soap awake but if he could stare at soaps sleeping face forever he would. Soap on the other hand, says ghosts name and kisses his face. Like a lot. But ghost is always up after the first kiss, he just likes to act asleep to get more kisses

18. Their first kiss. Not like their usual quick ones that leave them both wanting more, this one is soft and tender. Eerily gentle.

19. Soap seeing Ghosts genuine smile, it left him breathless as ghosts deep laugh ran through his entire body and made him shiver

20. Soaps and ghosts adopted cat son Phantom!!! Phantoms patterns on his face look like ghost so of course soap had to adopt him. Anyways cat dads ghoap

21. Aftercare (I’m the biggest slut for aftercare that shit is amazing)

(Will add more)

NSFW (there will be NO things like noncon or r/pe here unless it entails them finding a way to heal after it)

I don’t usually write smut so I’m sorry if these are bad 😭

1. Werewolf ghost goes into rut, human soap offers to help him through it

2. Power bottom soap who is extremely good at getting guys like ghost to be on their knees for him

3. Soap wearing lipstick and leaving big O lipstick stains on ghosts dick

4. Ghost in bed is extremely touchy, he needs to have soaps skin under his hands gloved or not.

5. Ghost pressing his hand on soaps stomach to feel the bump of his own cock in the other

6. Soap is under ghosts desk sucking him off

7. Soap cockwarming ghost while the other writes a report

8. Roleplay idk what they’re roleplaying just roleplay

9. Soap likes to moan loud to see how long it takes for ghost to push his head against a bed/wall just to shut him up

10. Soap loves it rough

11. Ghost lifting soap up to fuck him and soap is absolutely in shock and turned on

12. ghost is a big biter, soaps had to cover up way to many bites from him

13. Lmao monster fucker soap

14. Ghoap exploring their kinks!

15. My friend said virgin ghost and I was like ok sure, then he hit me with “experienced soap telling inexperienced ghost how he wants to be fucked” and I was like damn ok

16. Ghost is extremely weak to the way soap says his name, especially in bed. Hearing that breathless “Simon” mixed with soaps strained yeses and moans gets ghost hard (really fuckin hard lol)

(Will add more)

[anangelwhodidntfall]

Suspicious Minds: Elvis Presley

Austin Butler Masterlist

word count: 1.1k

Request: Kennedy!reader x Elvis type thing where reader doesn't wanna be in the political spotlight like their parents so they run away to Hollywood and become a dancer under a fake name and they end up dancing for Elvis' comeback show and they're there when it's announced that their dad (Bobby Kennedy) has been assassinated

Idea credit goes to @cozacorner​

You never imagined that you would be dancing for Elvis let alone on his comeback special and you never would've thought that something would develop between the two of you. See you were a born a Kennedy and from a very early age, you watched how politics destroyed your family one by one, so when you reached the age of 18, you ran away as far as you could from it and you eventually ended up in Hollywood under a new name where you dance career would soon take off. 

One night you had been in the studio practicing after everyone had left, Steve and Bowes often let you come in and practiced on the stage while they worked, only this night someone special would come to the stage in hopes to write. You were working on the choreography for one of the numbers when you landed wrong preparing to land on the floor but instead felt a pair of arms stop you. You looked up and were met with the famous blue eyes, and you could understand why every woman went nuts seeing him. 

"You alright there, Darlin?" He asked you setting you back on your feet. 

"Uh fine, thank you for not letting me fall on my face, Mr. Presley." You said walking over and turning off the record. 

"Could never let a beautiful, angel fall on her face. And please call me Elvis." He said taking a seat at the piano as you tried to fight the blush that forming on your face. 

"Were you practicing for my special?" He asked you.  "I was. So you got to see firsthand me mess it up, are you excited for it?" You asked him with a small laugh.

 "Can I be honest with you? I'm not this doesn't feel like me, you know?" He said as you nodded your head. 

"I know you are my boss and could potentially fire me for saying this, but if you aren't happy with it then why are you doing it because this isn't the Elvis me and your other fans fell in love with. We miss the old Elvis." You said to him. 

"I don't know because the Cornel is making me, he keeps saying something about this new family-friendly Elvis." Elvis said.

 "Well, Elvis you have the power to change it if you really want." You said as you grabbed your stuff so you can head back to your hotel and get some rest for tomorrow's taping. 

“Thank you...." He said remembering he never got your name making you smile as you told your name. 

"That's a beautiful name, thank you for tonight." He said giving a soft smile as he watched you leave the room giving him a lot to think about, but more so you. 

This is how it went for the next few days, you two would somehow meet up in the stage room and sometimes you would dance while he worked and other times you two would sit there and talk and get to know each other which was hard to do considering you were hiding half of who you were and making you want to stop this growing relationship between the two of you.

 "Girl look someone sent you flowers!" Your friend said excitedly showing the bouquet of cherry blossoms as you took them from her. 

"Ooh, are they from that guy you've been seeing?" She asked as you read the card which made you smile even more as he asked you to join him for dinner tonight.  

"They are and I've got a date tonight." You said making her squeal as she began picking out what you could possibly wear and how you could do your hair you shook your head at her feeling excited for tonight.

Elvis was the perfect gentleman, he took you on a private picnic thank god, that way no way would get pictures of you two, and the whole time he practically told you his whole life story and everything about him while you hardly told him anything except that you had a bunch of siblings, and came from a loving family which hurt you because you so badly wanted to tell him the truth. 

"You haven't shared much about your family, why is that?" He asked you as you two walked around. 

"It's hard for me to talk about my family... while they were loving and all that, I also saw a side to them that made me run away and join the circus as you would say. I miss them every day but I can't go back to them." You said feeling a tear slide down your face. 

"Hey hey, it's alright Darlin, you don't have to talk about it if you are not ready." He said as drying your tears with his thumbs. 

"I'm sorry, it's just hard to talk about. I hope I didn't ruin our date." You said quietly making him smile. 

"You didn't ruin anything sweetheart, do you think I could kiss you?" He asked you. 

"I would like that alot." You said as you felt his lips on yours and it was everything you imagined. 

While you two were having the best date of your life, the Cornel who hated the effect you were having on his number one client was looking into your background and couldn't believe it when he found out the truth and couldn't wait to tell Elvis. 

"She's been lying to you, this whole dance act has been a lie to get to you so that her and her family could get involved in their political affairs." He said as Elvis sat there in shock trying to figure out why you would lie to him.

[myreygn]

tkltober day 14: Soft

Black Butler (Book of Circus) - ler!Beast, lee!Joker

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Beast awoke with the unmistakable feeling that something was wrong. It was like her sixth sense was tingling and she couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but she couldn’t just go back to sleep without at least making sure that there were no intruders or anything. With a sigh of defeat, she got up and wrapped herself in the dressing gown she had carelessly discarded onto the floor just a few hours earlier. Until then, sweet warm bed.

The night air was chilly and she could smell the nearing winter. They would have to dig out the extra blankets soon and she was really not looking forward to running around in her show outfit all day. Oh well, what are you gonna do.

Beast felt her heartbeat quicken when she heard the sound of steps coming in her direction, the grass rustling quietly, but she relaxed almost immediately. Those steps sounded familiar. She quickly made her way around Jumbo’s tent. “Joker?”

Said man froze on the spot, looking at her as if she had caught him doing something forbidden. “God, Beast, don’t scare me like that… shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” She examined his face a little closer. He had taken off his makeup. She had always thought that it made him seem younger and older at the same time; younger because him taking off the makeup and letting down his hair, to her, was somehow symbolic for taking off the showman mask he wore every day and older because she always forgot how pale he actually was, how he looked when he hadn’t eaten properly for a while and how deep his eye bags were. Goodness, his eye bags…

Joker lowered his eyes as if he had seen her gaze fixate on the dark circles under them (he probably had, he was too observant to miss it) and Beast only hesitated for a brief moment before she walked over and softly took his hand. His actual hand, not the prosthetic, although even that felt oddly cold. Or maybe it was hers, she couldn’t tell. “Let’s go.”

“What are you-”

“I’ll keep them at bay.”

That made him shut his mouth. He knew that he was a good liar, but he also knew that she was really good at catching him off guard. And he knew that she knew. About the late night anxiety, about what the nearing winter did to him, did to both of them, she knew about the nightmares. She didn’t fully understand, couldn’t fully understand, but she knew and they both knew that sometimes, that was enough.

Joker’s bed was cold and Beast briefly wondered for how long he had been wandering around when she pulled the blanket over both of them and wrapped her arms around him, softly caressing his back and hoping it would make the tension in his shoulders fade. It didn’t.

“What is it?” Is it me?

“I’m so tired.” It’s not you, it’s me.

Beast swallowed down the lump in her throat. Not now. Not when they’ve had different versions of that same conversation a thousand times before. “Just close your eyes, okay? I’ll stay here. Sleep will come eventually.”

“It won’t.” The exhaustion in his voice broke her heart. “I tried, I… it just won’t.”

“Hm, have you tried this?” She softly dragged her nail along his spine and couldn’t hold back a smile at the quiet giggle he let out. “Maybe that’ll tire you out.”

“Beheast, I- nohot thahat…”

“Oh, yes that.” She kept her voice as quiet as possible, barely a whisper, as she scribbled her nails over Joker’s shoulder blades. Partly to make falling asleep easier for him, partly to be able to listen to his breathy giggles better. On the rare occasion they managed to gang up on and properly tickle him, he was usually more the type to cackle and snort his way through and to witness this soft and, frankly, adorable side of him was a privilege. Not that his snorts weren’t adorable. Everything about him was at least somewhat adorable. She quickly returned her focus to his shoulder blades, carefully drilling her fingers into the bones and scratching at the spaces in between, making him squirm in her arms.

“Nohot thehe- gahahad, Beheheast, ihit tihihickles- nahahat thehe neheheck, plehehease!”

Beast chuckled softly and gave his neck one last pinch before stopping her attack and putting her hand on his back to steady him as he slumped into her arms. “Have I tired you out already?”

No answer, just quiet, even breaths. She smiled and pressed a careful kiss to his forehead before closing her own eyes. Deep down she knew that there wouldn’t be any more nightmares tonight.

[ciftadmin]

Old Friends

Spamton sat quietly at his desk, no longer the office dedicated entirely to him, but just a small work station in the wing of the mansion designated for the marketing team. Everyone else had ran when the announcement came over the speakers that ASO was back, but Spamton just continued typing away, his iconic neon glasses crackling with static. He didn’t particularly know how to feel about The Founder’s return, or the fact he was now being watched 24/7 by a man who already didn’t like him. All he knew was work was money, and money was his key to not ending back in that same god damn dumpster all over again … alone, starving, cold.

His concentration was interrupted by the lights in the room he was working in cutting out, bathing him in darkness. He raised his voice. “HE-H-HEY!! WUTZ thE BIG [[Deals, Deals, so many Deals!]] WHO CUT OUT TH3 >liGHTs?!”

For a beat, silence … followed by footsteps coming from an open window in the room. Spamton produced a pipis, holding it above his head like a grenade ready to be thrown. “[[Show thyself]] YOU [[Hateful Shrew!]] I’VE G0T A [[pipis]] AND I’M NOT AFRAID 2 [[pull the pin, pop it in the bowl-]]!!”

The voice that responded to him was distantly familiar, someone he knew before being exiled by The Founder. “Come now, Spamton, is that really any way to treat me? You slighted against me once, but that was a long, long time ago.”

Multicolored lights emerged from the darkness, forming the outline of a tall, corvid butler in a pristine suit. Though mechanically modified somehow, Spamton couldn’t mistake a familiar face when he saw it in front of him. This was Swatch, clear as day. It seemed despite The First Unit’s failure to locate them before being overthrown, that lost time was made up for now. But … why were they back? Spamton looked on with suspicion. “UR A BIT LATE [[buddy pal chum amigo brother homeslice breadslice dawg]]. THE NICER [[Man in The Big Chair]] WAS LO0KIN’ FOR [[Only youuuuuuuu…]], BUT NOW THEY’VE [[bee]]N-”

“Taken back down a peg, yes, I know. A being relying on resonance is bound to lose on the grounds of resonance … it’s just sort of a given. I’m here now because I fear that with the new harvester resonance that’s being transmitted, we can no longer rely on fighting Heinrich on his own battlefield.”

Spamton seemed confused. “HEINRICH? [[Guess Who]]’S TH4T?”

Swatch paused, and let out a quiet frustrated sigh. “The Founder, Spamton. You’d think that being one of his department heads at one point you would know your boss by his first name.”

“THE LESS [[Question 1: What is the powerhouse of-]] 1 ASKED, THE MORE [[delicious]] [[KROMER]] I WAS PAID!”

They held up a hand as a sign to stop arguing. “The point is, I’m taking the fight directly to ASO, and I need your help. Not for your physical prowess, Knight’s blade no…”

“H3Y!!!”

“…but rather because you are weirdly capable of inserting yourself into technology. So … here’s the deal. I’m recreating the NEO suit, but better than last time. More defense, even more sundering offense, greater mobility, I could go on … If I allow you to take control of it, and you use it to help me take down ASO and get this place back under control … you can keep the suit.” Saying that sentence very visibly made Swatch uncomfortable.

Spamton, on the other hand was ecstatic. The little puppet jumped around the room, his head growing in size as he laughed and laughed and laughed joyously. Eventually he sprinted back up to Swatch and shook their hand incredibly fast. He did note, through his joy fueled frenzy, that Swatch’s hand was oddly cold and smooth …“HAEHAEHAEHAEHAE! ALRIGHT [[Bird brain]], U GOT YOURSELF A DE4L!!! [[H e a v e n]], SPAMT-SPAMTON’S COMING!! U CAN’t KEEP HIM [[25% Off on Choice Padlocks]] FOR EVER!”

Swatch groaned, immediately regretting their decision to do this.

[dre6ming]

The delicate beginning rush

Chapter V ~ Torn

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Chapter IV ~ decode

Chapter VI ~ my darling

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Pairing: Austin Butler x singer/actress fem reader

Warning: age gap, fluff, cursing, angst … that’s all

Word count: ~7030

Plot: after a perfect day with Austin that arises many questions not only within the public, but within yourself, you feel torn. Torn between two people, as your heart seems to be more malleable than expected

Disclaimer: everything I write is fake and should be read as such. <except for the songs I reference>

"(Y/n)..." I groan in my sleep cuddling my face further into the pillow. "Wake up, we fell asleep." A hand smooths down my back, shaking me awake. As my brain finally catches up to what's happening, my eyes fly open and I jerk up. We fell asleep, we, me and Austin. Austin and me. Alone. "Easy." He's voice is soft, calm. The room is dark, meaning we've been sleeping for a few hours now, since it was daylight when we got here. I can see the sparkle of his blue eyes in the moonlight coming through the huge windows, barley being able to make out his features in the dim light. "I'm sorry" Austin smiles shaking his head, causing my body to relax a bit, but I'm still on high alert.

Looking around for my phone , I get it out of my purse, that was laying on the ground. Quickly opening the home app and turning on the lights, causing the both of us to squint our eyes in an attempt to get used to the bright room. Austin looks heavenly, with his eyes still a bit sleepy and hair disheveled. "I'm sorry." I say again, looking at my lap and fiddling with my fingers, picking at the skin there, a bad habit of mine.

He takes my hands in his, stopping my assault on my poor fingers and forcing me to look at him. "Hey, it's ok, as long as you feel better, all's good" I nod sighing at the memory of what brought us here. "I should've just taken the stupid picture with him." I say, thinking I could've easily done that and spared myself a lot of trouble. "No, you shouldn't have, people need to understand boundaries, you were nice and offered to sign something instead, he was the dick. Excuse my language." I giggle at the fact that he just excused himself for cursing. "It's ok. Yeah I guess you're right, but still." Shrugging my shoulders, I move my eyes from his face to my lap, where our hands are intertwined.

"No, stop that, it wasn't your fault and he should've been more respectful. What a perv, that's not the way you talk to a girl, to anyone for that matter." Austin is visibly still annoyed by the dude's behavior and that somehow gets my heart to pick up, beating faster in my chest. I don't know why, but seeing him care like this, just make me feel a certain type of way. Cared for? Protected? Maybe, I guess. Ugh I try to keep my mind straight and find parallels between him and Timmy, forcing myself to draw a line between friends and something more, because I know it's all in my head. I know he couldn't possibly find me attractive and even if he did, there's still so many reasons why this is wrong.

"He wasn't lying tho. About the pictures. They were for the movie. Um ... in the book, Amelia is challenged by this group of girls to take pictures of herself in lingerie and post them online. I agreed to them back then, but I'm starting to regret it now. People are sick in the head." He listens to me talk as his warm callused fingers draw circles over my hands. "Doesn't matter the context of the photos. Dude was way out of line." Austin assures me. I know that, I do. When I first took the pictures, that was the first time I saw myself a sensual person, the pictures looked good, nothing too exposing and I was beautiful in them. It's awful that the dirty mind of others had to tint that for me. The photos never bothered me, it was other people seeing them, that got me stressing out.

I look over at the clock on the wall, seeing it's 8:40 pm, late, but not too late. "Um do you want dinner or something? Or if you want to go I can call my driver to come take you back to your hotel." Was asking him to stay for dinner again, too much? Am I being inappropriate? Ugh I wish this was easier, but it's not. I don't even want to think about all the gossip that's probably going around. I'm sure if I opened my instagram right now, I'd be bombarded with pictures and comments. "Sure, if it's ok with you, I can stay for dinner." Austin answers, leaving me completely clueless about what this thing between us is supposed to be and when too much is too much.

"Ok, we can order something, what do you want?" I ask as I take my hands out of his and fight the urge to wince at the cold air hitting my skin once out of his flaming hot hands. "I'm fine with whatever, maybe we can do pizza? Or if you don't feel like ordering what would you say to some grilled cheese sandwiches?" He suggests.

"Damn I think I'd kill for one right now, Timmy makes the best" Austin giggles at me, brushing his hair back with his hands. As I move around on the couch, I notice his jacket still hanging over me like a blanket. "Well then I'll take that as a challenge. Can I?" He asks pointing in the direction of the kitchen and I nod biting my lip to stop the cheeky smile making it's way onto my face. I swear I'm acting so strange around him, almost like all the filters I usually put up in order to seem a bit more tame are just crumbling with him. And don't take this like I'm usually faking how I act or shit, but usually when I meet new people I'm more reserved and anxious, shy even, but there has almost been none of that with him. It's like we've known each other for a life time now, old friends.

Austin gets up from the couch and I do the same, taking my phone and following him into the kitchen, where he starts looking through the fridge, taking out everything he needs. I go over to the cabinet where I keep the cat food and fill their bowls, the two little angles coming to feast. "Good boys" I praise them petting their soft fur, feeling the vibrations of their purring.

Sitting down at the kitchen island, I watch as Austin moves gracefully around the place, preparing the food. He looks so in his element, it's clear that his passionate about cooking. Opening my phone I can't fight the urge to go on instagram, immediately seeing the thousands of posts about me and Austin. Pictures of me and him walking, laughing and eating. We look so good together. 'Oh my god, stop that' I scold myself, rolling my eyes at how delusional I can be. I also make the mistake to look at the comments. 90% of them are calling him a cheater and me shameless, for going after another girls boyfriend. That's actually the first time in a long while that I think of Kaia. My hands start sweating profusely and I swallow trying to make the sudden tightness in my throat go away.

"Everything ok?" Austin asks taking me out of my thoughts. I clear my throat and lick my lips, avoiding the way his eyes linger over them. "Austin does Kaia know that you're here?" I don't know how her knowing would change much, I guess in the end it would ease my mind a bit. And all that matters is that us three know the truth, that nothing is going on, the rest, can and will be ignored. He looks at me with a puzzled look, like he doesn't see my question relevant. "Yeah she does, I guess, I don't know, we don't tell each other everything."

What am I supposed to gather from that? Like what am I to make of him saying things like that? Pointing to his relationship being fake or at most not serious. It's not new or unheard of, PR stunts like this, but still. "Why?" He follows, curious to see why I'd bring that up now. "Because we were photographed together, alone, for a second time. I know it's nothing, but I don't want Kaia to get the wrong impression." He's cutting up some cheese to put in the sandwich as I speak.

"We're just friends, she knows and we don't keep tabs on each other." I nod, just friends, but the way his tone sounds - defensive, almost worries me and I can't stop the words before they come out of my mouth. "Are you two PR?" He whips his head up, looking at me and I avert my eyes. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to assume, but it's just the way you talk about the whole thing-" he sighs, stopping me mid rambling. I look at him. "We are, but I want you to know I was against it. I believe relationships are sacred and this is just..." he pauses a second. "Just not that."

Ok I don't know what to say, what am I supposed to say? I can't say I'm sorry. He works on the food as silence fills the kitchen, tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. I look at my phone, trying to occupy myself with something and I see the texts from Timmy, he must of seen the pictures as well.

Timmy💝:

Hey, today went great, I'm pretty tired so I'll probably be out cold for the rest of the day, call me tomorrow when you wake.

I smile happy to hear that his work was going great and relieved that he hasn't seen the photos yet. "Please say something!" I look up at Austin, who's eyes watch me back pleading. My mouth opens and closes, not sure what to say. Looking down he turns around to face the stove and puts the sandwiches in the pan, to cook. "I don't think less of you Austin, it's not even my business to know the insides of your relationship. I talked before thinking." He turns back at me, prompting himself on his hands, that are balled into tight fists against the black marble of the counter. "I'm not used to being the talk of everything. I knew when I got the role, it'll be like this, I almost wished I didn't get it, because of how afraid I was of all this. Then my team goes completely nuts and they have me do all these things, to arouse interest. I ruined my 10 year old relationship because of this." He stops to flip the sandwiches, quickly turning to face me.

"She, Vanessa, she tried to tell me, that it'll all get too much, that I should be cautious, but I got angry with her and we started bickering and then I was in Australia filming and we decided maybe a break would help. The next thing I know it's been months since talking and then they come to me with this." I get up and move over to him, hugging him, as he rests his head on top of mine. Austin relaxes, moving his arms to hug me back.

We hug for a while, but he takes one of his arms away at one point to turn off the stove, so the food doesn't burn. From where I'm sitting with my cheek against the soft fabric of his denim shirt, I can hear his strong heart beating and I can feel each breath he takes. "I understand how overwhelming it all can be, I'm lucky to be working with a team that understands my boundaries, but still I'm young and still at the beginning, so in the future who knows, what prepositions they might make. You are an incredible person, I can tell. I'm sure if you would take the time to apologize to her she'll understand."

"You have no idea how good it feels to have someone know about this, I haven't told anyone, I don't know why I told you, but I trust you. Feels like I've known you a lifetime." Austin's voice is low and it sends shivers down my spine as his words seep into my heart, warming it. My insides feel light and my mind cloudy, the proximity of him, suddenly being too much. The way he smells, like oranges and cloves, the way his muscles flex around me, the way his breath fans over the hair on top of my head, the way his chin rests on my head. Everything, everything is all too much. My brain can barely form coherent thoughts, in order to force me to keep my feet on the ground. I wish I could explain everything to myself, so that maybe I could find a way to deal with all these emotions. There's a magnetic field around Austin, something so enticing and scary at the same time, but the electric current cursing through my body when I'm close to him is addicting. Dangerously addicting. "Would it be weird if I said that I feel the same?" I ask cautious.

Austin's arms tighten around me, in a silent way of saying 'No, it's not'. "I don't think she wants my forgiveness and I don't know what that would do for us, she's with someone else and I no longer think of her like that. I still love her, I do, but not the same way I used to." I pull away an inch so I can look up at him, sparkling blue eyes, staring into mine.

"But wouldn't you feel better knowing that you did right by her?" He seems to think over what I just said. "I guess you're right, I owe her that and myself a bit." We break apart and I go to take out two plates for us to eat on. He places the sandwiches on each pate and we grab them, moving over to the living room. As I sit down on the couch I notice his eyes looking somewhere behind me and following his gaze my eyes land on my guitar. "I've had it since I was 8, I saved up money for it and bought it second hand. A few years ago I had it taken into a shop to be reconditioned, but I specifically asked for my Hannah Montana stickers to stay on, so they put something over them to preserve  them."

Austin chuckles lightly at me talking about my old guitar. I put the plate down on the coffee table and get up to pick up the guitar. "Play something, can I hear an original?" He asks. I'm a bit reluctant about sharing any of my songs before the album is completely done, but I guess I could make an exception for him. "Ok, but you haven't heard anything, got it? Otherwise..." I motion slicing my throat and he laughs, at my silliness.

I touch the cords with the pads of my fingers and play an easy progression, trying to buy time to about which song I want to play him. "There was a time, when I was alone, with nowhere to go and no place to call home..." my voice sings as I close my eyes, getting lost in the meaning of the song. "Lost boy" is a sweet song I wrote drawing inspiration form the story of Peter Pan and how when I was young I used to dream of going to Neverland, thinking there I wouldn't feel so alone. "...I am a lost boy, from Neverland, usually hanging out with Peter Pan." I keep going.

The feeling of loneliness is one I've grown to know to be a good friend, always my companion. No matter how many people I surround myself with, there are few times I don't feel alone. So far not much has been able to push that feeling away, not Timmy, not Roxanne, not my cats, not my therapist, who I'm definitely overpaying. "...And lost boys, like me are free" sighing I finish the song and put the guitar next to me on the couch.

"You wrote that?" I nod my head, taking a small bite of the sandwich, enjoying the savory taste of it, it has the perfect amount of cheese. "It's beautiful, but it seems so sad." I can read the pity in Austin's voice, but I push that away, trying not to get caught up. "Yeah, I guess... but just, I don't know." I don't know how to explain myself, because no matter how close I feel to him, he's still just a stranger to me. "You don't need to explain, I get it, kind of." A weak smile makes it's way onto my lips, as he gestures assuring me, there's no need to explain myself.

We sit in silence, eating and when we're done, he takes the plates to the kitchen, to put them in the dishwasher. By now 10pm is rolling around and I know he has to leave soon, but I kind of wish this day would never end. As Austin comes back, I move over to my huge record collection to place my latest acquisitions. "Are you busy tomorrow?" Austin asks, making me whip my head around quickly. "Yeah, I'm sorry, I don't think we'll get to see each other before you leave New York, I have lots to do." He nods sitting down.

"Well I guess I should go, it was nice spending time with you. Let's keep in touch?" Austin proposes. I know I should probably say 'sure, why not' just so I could ghost him and move on, but my tongue moves before my brain gets a chance to fight it. "Yeah, of course. Um come on, I'll walk you out." He smiles brightly at me and we walk over to the door.

I wait for him to put his shoes back on and then his jacket. One of his long fingers pushes the call button for the elevator. As we wait, he looks me over, from head to toe and just before the ding of the elevator is heard, he opens his mouth to say something, but he never does. Instead he comes closer and kisses my cheek. Austin's plush pink lips, warm and wet against my skin. I'm frozen, moving a hand to his chest to prompt myself. "Goodnight (y/n)!" Has my name ever sounded so obscene? No. Has my heart ever skipped the way it just did? No.

Austin gets into the elevator and before the doors close, I mumble I quick 'goodnight', the last thing that I see being his bright smile as he chuckles shaking his head. When the door close and all that's left of him is the smell of his cologne, I touch my cheek, a ghost of his kiss still lingering there.

After forever sat in the entryway, eyes glued to those goddamn doors, like if I looked for long enough or hard enough, they would open to reveal him again. My shoulders slump as I realize how stupid I am being right now, so instead of shaming myself further I go to my room to get ready for sleep.

The getting ready part was easy, falling asleep? Different story. I'm tossing and turning, throwing fists at my innocent covers. Sighing I turn on my bed side lamp, taking my journal and pen. Putting the date down:

Feb 27th 2022

I can't seem to quiet my mind and it feels like my skin is burning for something, if I were to be honest right now I might know what it is I'm longing for. It's him... it just feels too real for it to be just in my head, he must of felt it too. Right? He's just so handsome, but there's more than surface beauty to him, there's a warmth within his soul. I know it, because I've met beautiful men and women before, but neither of them ever left me like this. I can't even find a word to describe myself right now - a mixture of too many feelings, good and bad. Should I just bite my heart and do what I do best? Put it in a song? But how would that sound? A love song for him? About him?

Tapping the pen against my chin, I take a moment to think. It needs to be a song that's not to obvious, something that could be about anyone. I just have to be vague, no mentioning his blue eyes, or honey blonde hair, or those god forsaken plump lips. Think about what I like that could be anyone else's, not just his. I really love the way he says my name, the way he wears himself, the way he looks at me. Putting pen to paper again, I start scribbling.

Maybe it's the way you say my name

Maybe it's the way you move around play your game

But it's so good

I've never felt like this before known anybody like you

Ok this sounds like it could be going somewhere, but I need to be at the piano. Jumping out of bed I rush to get the song playing through the room. Sitting down at my piano, looking over the shiny New York, I play a melody, singing my lyrics over it. "I'm in a field of dandelions, wishing on everyone that you were mine." I sing, getting lost in the music. This is my first ever love song. Love... is this really what I'm doing? Falling in love? I blink at the piano keys, my fingers stuck. Picking the pen up, I go to write down the lyrics, scratching over some of the words and replacing them with others.

Taking a deep breath I keep on playing, singing, then writing down the lyrics. By the time the song feels done, I glance at the clock, it's 3:50 am. Cursing at myself, I close my eyes, rubbing harshly at them. I need to be in the studio at 8am, so if I fall asleep now I might get 3 good hours of sleep, so I carry my heavy feet over to my bedroom, falling on the soft bed. By some miracle I do fall asleep, thankfully a dreamless sleep, so 3 hours later when my alarm wakes me up, as angry as I am at it, I'm actually excited to be in the studio and show Jack the new song.

Taking a quick shower, dressing casually in a pair of black jeans, with a simple cotton long sleeve shirt, in a cream color and a dark green teddy bear jacket on top, cause today feels colder than yesterday. Gathering my things, I feed Simba and William and after a small session of sharing kisses with them, I leave. "Morning, miss!" Matthew, my diver, smiles at me, holding the car door open. "Morning Matt, did you have a good weekend?" I like to make sure that the people who work around me are happy and know they can trust me to understand their needs as well as they understand mine. We make small talk on the way to the studio, but I can't help fidgeting in my seat, so when we get to the studio I almost burst through the door.

"Jack I just wrote a song, you need to hear" he giggles at my enthusiasm as I pull my notebook out, sitting down at the piano without even taking my jacket off. After I play him the song I turn to him expectedly. "Wow, a love song? That's new, anyone in particular?" Jack winks at me, sitting down at the computer, working around to start on the record. "N-no n-no one." He chuckles slightly at my stammering. I choose to ignore it and finally taking off my jacket, I start working with him.

Four hours later, the song is almost done, but I have to run for a photo shoot I need to do with Prada, for some of their new collection. Saying my goodbyes to Jack, I put my glasses on and add a beanie, hoping to not be recognized, but it's useless, a sea of paparazzi already waiting out for me. "(Y/n) are you with Butler?" "Is he cheating on Kaia?" "Don't you think he's too old for you?" "What were you recording?" "Should we expect an album?"

I avoid all questions and get into my car, telling Matt to drive away so we can get there in time, I still need to make it to that 3pm lunch with Joshua, which speaking of I should check if he send me the place where he'd like to meet. Opening my dms I find myself smiling the notification next to his name.

joshuatbassett:

Morning, what do you think of this place: location. It's my favorite in NY!

y/n4real.2002

Never been, but it works for me. See you at 3?

joshuatbassett:

Sure thing, can't wait 💟

y/n4real.2002:

Me neither, c u ❣️

I can't fight the blush in my cheeks and I swing my feel around like a school girl, squirming in my seat. "Good news?" Matt asks looking over at me in the rear view mirror. "Yeah" I say, pushing some hair behind my ear and looking out the window, already running in my head the different scenarios of how this could work. Since his first dm, I've been looking into him a bit and I do have to say I'm extremely smitten by him. Also I can't get his song out of my head and I've been slowly writing a song opposite to his, a different way of loving, or better yet not loving.

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that.gossip.blog: y/n4real.2002 leaving the studio early this morning, after a session with jackantonoff. Now that could mean one or two things, she's either working on more original songs or she's working on something for taylorswift again. People who were there report, that she avoided all paparazzi questions and when asked about the relationship with Butler, she had no reaction, so that topic also remains a mystery.

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fan34: omg omg I'm telling you, it's an album, she must be working on an album.

↳fan2: for sure, she has to be.

↳tsfan13: an album from her would be a dream, she's Taylor's kid

hater2: ofc she would avoid questions about him 🙄

↳fan3: I don't see why she owes any expectations

↳kaiafan4: um maybe cause he's taken?

↳fan039: they were just on a walk, can we chill?

ts13fan26: I choose to clown, for Speak Now (TV) 🤡

↳caTs.fan: right there with you 🤡🤝🤡

abfan2: can we just drop this narrative that makes them both look like horrible people? We know them for gods sake

↳hater45: do we? Cause we know what the choose to tell.

↳abfan021: I choose the benefit of the doubt

After some very long hours of taking photos in tight clothes, contorting myself in all strange positions, I'm done. The make up team is working on taking off the glam as I shoot Timmy a quick text.

Me:

Can I call you in 20? I forgot this morning sry😬😬

Timmy💝:

Yeah sure, no worries, I know you're busy.

Changing my green jacket for a black blazer, as it's much warmer now, then it was in the morning, I hop in the car and tell Matt to drive to the small restaurant where Joshua said he'd meet me. I take my phone out and call Timmy, his voice coming through the other end only after the first ring. "Hi there Tim!" I smile, happy to be talking to him. "Listen you know I love you and I trust you, I choose to not get into detail about those pictures, I just need to know, are you ok?" He asks and I swallow thickly. "Yeah I am, we are just friends, he asked me to show him around a bit, I took him to Frank's store." Timmy chuckles lightly, making me calm down a bit. "I trust you honey and in a way I think I trust him too. Happy to hear you're ok, you sound it even." I'm surprised by his statement. "I do?"

"Yeah, I can't tell you, but your voice has that jovial tone I haven't herd in a minute." My eyes gloss over with tears and I giggle. "Thanks! I'm on my way to meet Joshua, I'm nervous! How was work? Is it scary?" I shoot question after question, making him laugh. "Slow down, glad to hear you're nervous about your date, calm down it'll be fine. Yes, work has been great, it's definitely darker then I expected, but I think I've got this." I listen to him talk as he gets more into detail about filming. "That's sounds amazing, but I still miss you lots, gotta go now, I'm almost at the restaurant." Timmy shuffles around, causing some static to come through. "Ok, good luck, be safe and be yourself. Love you!"

"Love you too" I end the call and get out of the car, smiling at the fact that Joshua is already here, bouncing one leg up and down, reading a newspaper. "Hello, nice to meet you, hope I'm not late!" I say apologetic, as his eyes shoot up at me, a smile spreading on his face. Joshua gets up, sitting only a few inches taller then me. "N-no you're right on time, please!" He shows me the empty seat in front of him.

I sit down and he hands me a blue cap. Shooting him a quizzing look, he laughs nervously, placing a matching one on his head. "Thought we could try and pull a Steve Rogers, cap to not be recognized?" I put the cap on and laugh at his marvel reference. "Well that's a good idea. I take it you like marvel?" I ask looking over the menu. "Yeah, I do, but I'm not really over Endgame yet." We share a laugh. "Neither am I" I say scrunching my nose up.

A sweet girl comes over to take our order and we seem to be straight on the same page as we order the same thing, without even knowing. "So what's new in the papers? I don't think I've seen one in a minute." He chuckles, brushing back some of his chocolate curls, handing me the newspaper. "Nothing much, the news is pretty boring, too much politics and all, but it gives me so to do without looking at my phone." I read one of the titles, dropping the paper, the latest football scandal not being my cup of tea.

"So do you like New York?" I ask, sipping some coffee the waiters just brought over. "Yes I do, I'm actually looking for a place to buy here, lately California has been too much, LA just doesn't do it for me anymore" his brown eyes glimmer and I can't help but get lost in the depth of them. "If you ask me New York is the best, something new to do at all times and people rarely care to look around, so it's easy to get lost in the crowd." He smiles at me, thanking the waitress for the food without taking his eyes off of me. "You'll have to show me, cause I do agree with you, but I haven't spent much time in New York. Any place you love, that's like a secret?"

I giggle, eating some of the pasta I ordered. "Well if I told you it wouldn't be a secret anymore, would it?" Joshua shakes his head adjusting the hat on his head, eating a bit as well. "Could be our secret." He says looking at me. I blush like crazy and look down, his stare too much for me. I can't ignore the way my heart skips a beat, or the way my breath get caught in the back of my throat. "Could be." I mumble, looking at him through my lashes. A blush appears on his round cheeks, as he wiggles around in his seat.

"You look beautiful today by the way, not that you don't look beautiful every day, but-" "Thank you" I giggle at his sweet demeanor, a blush creeping up on both of our cheeks now. He let's out a little laugh as well and we both break into hysterics over how we're both acting, like two little kids. "So I think I should tell you the concept for the video" Joshua adds and I nod. "Well this song was inspired by my parents, they were highschool sweethearts, so I was thinking we could play them in the video." I watch as he goes on to tell me about how the whole thing would play out, starting with me walking down the aisle at our wedding and then cutting into a montage of memories from the past, how we met, our prom, graduation, every little thing that led up to us ending at the altar.

"That's so beautiful, I'd be honored to do it. I'm happy you thought of me for this." Licking his lips, they stretch out into a bright smile. "I know it might of seemed a bit out of the blue, but I've been a fan for a while and this song means a lot to me, so I thought: it's now or never Josh" he scratches the back of his head, snickering at himself. "This pasta is really good, I've never been here before." I say looking around the small restaurant. The place is almost too small to be called a restaurant, a hew tables inside and a few outside where we're sat. The early spring is starting to make it's away in New York, the shy sunshine giving everything a beautiful glow. "I found it a year ago I think, I had a few gigs to play here in New York and one of my band mates told me about this place." I wipe my lips with a tissue before speaking. "It's nice, not very common for the upper east side, I'll be for sure coming back"

We eat together, talking about little nothings, making small conversation, laughing here and there. Soon enough an hour has past but it barely feels like I've been here a minute. I haven't felt this good in a minute, like there's no worry in the world and no pressure. It doesn't matter if we get photographed together, doesn't matter if we waste too much time, nothing matters, just us. "Hang on" he leans over the table and brushes some of my hair out of my face, lifting the cap off of my head, surprising me with a small kiss, on the top of my forehead. He sits back down, blushing profusely as I'm still a bit starstruck. "That was-" "lovely" we talk over each other and our eyes meet, getting stuck.

I can feel myself leaning closer to him, still staring into his eyes, mesmerized by the dark chocolate color of them. I never knew I'd find brown eyes to be beautiful, but right now I do. Being so close to him I can smell the faint perfume of his cologne, young and bold, a bit minty with some flower undertones, very different from Austin's, dark musky scent. Before I can get any closer, my phone rings, pulling us out of the trance we've been stuck into. "Sorry" I mumble before answering Levis, my assistant.

"Hi I'm at your place, are you on your way? I want to give you the scripts I have and go over some more scheduling for the upcoming month." I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose, I completely forgot about him coming over. Looking at my watch, I'm only 30 minutes late. "I'll be there in 30, please excuse me!" Levis assures me that's all fine and I put my phone in my bag, after texting Matt to bring the car around. "I have to go, have your assistant email mine. I loved having lunch with you, Josh" I say pushing him, the card for my assistant.

"I had a good time as well." We both get up and share a tight hug. I allow myself to breathe in his scent, and I can't help but notice he does the same. As we pull apart, our hands linger over each other. "Give me your phone." I say and he complies. I quickly put my number in, naming the contact (Y/n)💟. Giving him the phone back, he sucks in a breath, noticing the emoji I used. "I guess it's our thing now, the Purple Heart?" Joshua asks tilting his head. "I guess so."

"Well I'm happy, cause I didn't know if this would be too much" he says, before searching in the pockets of his coat, pulling out a small velvet bag. "Give me your hand" he says and I put my hand forward, his fingers working on opening the little bag and then turning it upside down he shakes it softly. Something small and silver lands in my hand and he put the velvet bag away, taking the thing, that I now see it's a bracelet, out of the palm of my hand. "Allow me, please" he says.

I lift the sleeve of my blazer slightly and he puts the bracelet on. It's a dainty silver chain with a Purple Heart. The jewelry sits nicely on my wrist and I can't help the way my heart stops in it's tracks. I look up at him wide eyed and throw my arms around his neck, holding him tight. "Thank you, I love it." I say and give his cheek a small kiss. Joshua's hands go to my waist holding me tight to him. "You're very welcome, honey" the pet name, makes my knees buckle, as I snuggle my face further into his neck. "I have to go, I'm sorry."

He shakes his head, bringing his hands up to my face. "Don't be, I'll call you tomorrow, would that be ok?" Joshua asks. "Yes it would" I smile and pull away from him, when Matt stops the car next to us. I give him one more look and blow him a kiss, getting in the car. He fakes catching the kiss against his heart, making me laugh.

Matt drives away and I look at Joshua through the tinted windows. I'm smiling like crazy and I feel butterflies in my stomach. It's so strange, what's going on with me, getting so easily swept away by these men. Am I going insane? Probably, although there's this small voice in the back of my head, saying I'm just growing up and allowing myself to feel these things for once. "Did you have a good time, miss?" Matt asks me, being the nice person he's always been. "Yeah I did actually, he seems nice doesn't he?" I fiddle with the bracelet around my wrist, the slight cold of the metal being a comforting sensation. "He does miss, did he get that for you?" He says noticing the bracelet and I nod, lifting my arm up, to show him better. "It suits you, he's got taste." Here I can agree with Matt, once more, he does have nice taste, the jewelry really fits my personality and the fact that he thought about it, from our dms, it leaves me flabbergasted.

When we get back to my place, Matt and I ride the elevator together, meeting Levis in my entryway, talking on the phone. "You could've made yourself at home, Levis, you know that" I say going over to the fridge to get the water pitcher, picking two glasses as well. "Come on!" I move my head in the direction of the study as Matt, goes to his office that he has here. "Ok what have you got for me!" I say excited.

He sits down in front of me at the desk. "So these are some scripts I thought you'd like, a movie called "The in between" for Netflix, a small part on stranger things, and some more movies. I'm waiting on something exciting though, but it's still in the 'maybe' trails so there's no script." I listen closely taking the papers he hands down to me. "Next I have here your schedule for the month and I'm waiting on Joshua's assistant to email me about when the music video will shoot and where. I also have people calling me nonstop from different publications, that want you to give statements about new music and relationships" he winces at the last part as I sigh, taking off my blazer and sinking further into the chair. "Sorry, I know, don't worry I've refused them all for now, but-"

"But at one point I'll have to speak with them, I know, but let's get them after the Oscars so I can work some more on music for the next two weeks, everything after the awards will be hectic, no matter the outcome" he nods, taking down notes. "Ok tomorrow you have the first fitting, Chanel will dress you right?" Levis asks, to make sure he's got everything down. "Yeah, I want something classic and comfy." He puts that down in his planer as well. And we go like that for the next few hours and then I go to change and get ready to start on some of those audition tapes.

When my tired body finally melts into the marshmallow mattress, I'm left torn in between all these feelings. When I close my eyes I see Austin's blue eyes, piercing into mine, I still feel the ghost of his kiss on my cheek. And then when everything becomes too much, too real, I turn around in bed and I get a whiff of Joshua's scent, the ridiculous imaginary weight of the dainty bracelet, holding my right hand down. My heart beats too fast and I barely catch my breath, it feels like I'm running, when I'm just in bed, dreaming about two people, two very different people, because one could be my calm and ease and the other could be my adrenaline and euphoria. One of them is allowed and the other is well....forbidden

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ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜɴ

stealing stealing is a thief is a stinky little thief ☆

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ ( ꜱ ) ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ?

hard to? remember?? exactly?? at first Nathaniel was a wildly different muse. I think I was mad about Alois Black Butler Season 2 and my way of showing love to neglected characters was to steal their face for something. I combined him with other things I was into at the time and got to writing, and he. GREW. oh boy did he grow alois's face barely even works for him anymore. that's life. fun fact, he was a much more pompous brat at first. Like he's still a pompous brat but he had attitude. these days he keeps the attitude inside and tries to be more polite. sometimes

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ?

nothing.. general? it's case-by-case. maybe I don't love focus on shipping unless I can personally feel the chemistry, so I'm a little hesitant when it comes so that, but there's very little I'm not willing to explore

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ?

:333 I like angst.....

ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ ?

🤷‍♂️... it just happens. do people do it on purpose

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ ?

silence. sometimes I can pull it off, but generally my brain doesn't like sound when I'm trying to write.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ?

wing it babey don't think just act

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ?

read above. the chemistry has to be clear to me or else I'm just kinda. ehh. There's a lot of potential types of relationships that I'd much rather explore

ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ / ɴᴀᴍᴇ ?

aku! I stole it from the uh. from um. aku no musume/meshitsukai. evillious series. and also I'm evil. I picked it when I was 14ish and it just stuck www

ᴀɢᴇ ?

25 now oh boy

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ?

Jan 30!

ꜰᴀᴠᴏuʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏuʀ ( ꜱ ) ?

all are good! lean toward muted/darker blues and greens but all good

ꜰᴀᴠᴏuʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ ( ꜱ ) ?

hhmn. outing myself as a vocaloid dweeb. hm. I don't have favorites, but lately samsa, Hi Φ CLUB, and yacchatta wa are up there at this exact moment tho, enamel by sid got stuck in my head somehow 😷 >didn't even listen to it recently

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ?

UH UM I don't. most recent new movie I watched was del toro's pinnochio I think? I could be forgetting something. I didn't get myself to watch it til a few months ago oop I rewatch movies from babyhood a lot when I draw or sleep cuz I don't wanna think in those moments so those don't COUNT

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ?

uhhhhh dw about it

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ?

hiΦclub. so why is enamel in there. watch hiΦclub.

ꜰᴀᴠᴏuʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ ?

hmm. looks around runs away.

ꜰᴀᴠᴏuʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ?

spring and fall!

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ?

all my besties I met through tumblr rp fhadjslgfahl

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[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

Yall I read the newest chapter of Black Butler

I want to talk about it

UNCUT IF YOU WANT SPOILERS!

So

First things first, the very obvious class system made here

I theorized that each area where they collect blood will be like this but not in the way you're assuming

Let me explain;

In Mey-Rin and Ran Mao's adventure they dealt with a very unspoken yet heavily talked about piece of history of the thin line of sex and work at the Victorian Era. Now a days we fantasize the concept of maids and butlers doing sexy stuff with their masters but most likely back in the day you can't really escape from it. Much like how Mey-Rin couldn't escape from her previous life until she met Sebastian and Ciel. Ran Mao can't escape the life style she has cause she doesn't want to leave, much like she doesn't want to do a lot of stuff in this arc.

In Bard and Lau's adventure we deal with legit war survivors and test the limits of Bard's faith on Sebastian and Ciel and his own sanity.

This is a LONG stretch leap but with these two it's somehow showing what R!Ciel plans to show to O!Ciel cause he knows he's watching. . . Their pain

They went through Hell together and will forever suffer from the PTSD they have from that entire cult, being used and abused and only admired for their value and souls until the day came and they were separated through death.

Now we have Finny's and Snake's adventure...it made me believe this more

There's a legit class system within this building.

Mastiff

Corgis

Collie

Each group do and learn a different thing. And unlike the others we haven't seen them take blood yet which is a interesting take. It's like their's building kids' trust to do their work. Sounds familiar...

Also it's explained...

I'll get back on this for a second but I want to get this through

Then there's the main class

THIS

Not only is it a class system but there's something so bizarre with the way they're dressed

Mastiff - dressed like butlers

Corgis - dressed like normal kids

Collie - dressed like maids

Pomeranian - Dressed like Ciel

The class are Earl, servants, and the rest

Also, note two things

One first kid we see is reading the same book Vincent red to the twins years ago and the same book Finny got his name from

Two, Doll's face when introducing this class

She doesn't seem that happy or excited but more...disinterested...Which would make sense

If this is the class that's most like the Ciels she would be unclose to them, not to mention she's the "other class" to noble views

More proof they're suppose to be like the Ciels?

This is a new concept of the blood banks that we've seen. It's always they're the same so not changed other wise no matter blood type. This shows also they most likely don't put kids in different class based on blood type. More personality or interests

Not to mention this whole thing just tickled me weird

Pomeranian class get their own rooms-

They eat sweets everyday and can't go outside...

Then there's this...

Looks familiar?

This place is not even just taking blood but creating the pain O!Ciel felt before the cult. Not R!Ciel.

They're alone

They eat sweets all day and play games that work on their mind

They watch in envy as the other class do what kids do

They have butlers and maids

But what's the Corgi class?

Let me pull that picture up again

Isn't this one kid (closest to frame) dressed like O!Ciel in the circus?

Who else?

And what does this class sound most like?

There's a huge possibility the building is in fact Baron Kelvin's manor

There's a chance this orphanage sets up a class system for children to act and feel like that class

And there's a chance R!Ciel might be trying to rewrite stories

We got the trauma they faced from the cult, the PTSD, now we're stuck in childhood

And I'm scared

I'm scared if I'm right we night see Doll's backstory, her childhood, the origin of the scar

But I'm also scared for one thing... The chance of O!Ciel seeing her

There might not be a chance but why add a class LIKE Doll and what she does?

Why obviously allowing rules to be bent if she wants them?

Why add a possible memory of her's of the workhouse before Baron Kelvin and place it right in connection of a memory of O!Ciel's childhood?

Why do they have to cross?

Unless R!Ciel plans to make them meet.

I can't think of what R!Ciel possibly promised Doll if she helps this whole thing or if she really knows she's doing bad but this scares me too much to even be giddy over my ship

[the-letter-horror-lover]

Black Butler One-Shot Collection

SooperChicken

Summary:

A collection of one-shots with some of the sweetest and yummiest lads from the Black Butler series!

Notes:

Good day to you all!

At the request of a lovely anon a few days ago, I am beginning this collection of one-shots with a Sebastian/Reader story! I'll then move on to other one-shots with other characters, but if you have any requests that you would like to see fulfilled then please feel free to let me know!

Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1: Every Day's a School Day: Sebastian Michaelis/Student!Reader

Summary:

Fulfilling the request sent by a lovely anon reader!

You are a student who has the pleasure of being taught by a very handsome and debonair professor...

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Just another day, you thought. Your arms already ached from the weight of your work folder and you were so bored of trudging around the school campus to get to various classes. You took several of them to earn more credits, but there was always one class that you could look forward to...and you were on your way there now. The breeze rustled the trees as you walked, lugging your heavy paperwork with you. You were glad that you weren't carrying a multitude of books instead, because the pages would have been all over the place.

You shifted your folder into the crook of one arm and took your phone out of your pocket to check the time. Your eyes grew wide with horror as you realised that you were still a long way from the building that you had to be in for your next class, and you only had two minutes to get there. You were in trouble and you knew it. Feeling the panic beginning to settle in, you broke into a jog and started to run towards the right building.

You reached the building in enough time to get you to your classroom, but it was on the third floor. You weren't going to chance taking the elevator, in case someone got in with you and wanted to go to a different floor--delaying you--or in case it broke down and you got stuck for an hour, or...or...

"Oof..!" you gasped, dropping to your knees. You hadn't realised straight away what had happened, but as soon as your mind began to make sense of the situation you heard yourself apologising over and over again to someone. You looked up at them and knew instantly that you had run straight into them at the top of the stairs. Your folder had fallen from your arms and had popped open, spewing papers and sheets everywhere across the landing. You shook your head in disbelief, knowing then that there was no way that you were going to make it to class in time...

It was your favourite teacher this time, too...

As you absentmindedly began to collect up all of your papers from the floor--the other student who you'd bumped into didn't even say anything to acknowledge your apology for colliding with them, and they certainly didn't stick around to help you in your little crisis--you thought about this favourite teacher of yours. You had never wanted to disappoint him with anything, and had always wanted to impress him somehow. He could be quite severe and very strict at the best of times, but God was he good-looking. His suave mode of conduct, his sleek appearance including the way he dressed and the way he groomed himself, and his deep, velvety voice was enough to make any girl swoon over him. But you could tell that this intelligent man was not one to go for just any woman. He seemed to be the type to be very particular about everything.

You picked up the last sheet of paper and slotted it into your folder with a sigh. Professor Michaelis was going to be so pissed off by your lateness. You didn't know if you even dared to show your face there today...You had been present the last time he had dealt with a student who showed up to his lesson late. They had truly been subject to his wrath...They'd even dropped out of his class because they were so afraid of him after being reprimanded like that...

Walking with dread in your heart towards the classroom, you then put your hand on the door handle and went inside. Immediately all eyes were on you...Including a pair of piercing, bespectacled amber-red ones.

You didn't say anything but lowered your head in shame. There were several of your classmates who would have liked to put their hands together in prayer for you, fully expecting you to lose your head or something along those lines for turning up late. In truth, there were only two reasons that compelled you to go to class after the little debacle outside, and they were that you couldn't afford to miss any content, and you wanted to see the Professor's gorgeous face...It raised your spirits every day that you saw him.

"And what do you have to say for yourself?" growled the professor, freezing you in an icy stare. He didn't look angry, per se, but he certainly didn't look pleased. In addition to the chilling gaze that he regarded you with, you felt sure that there was a draft blowing through the room. You didn't know what to do, so you traced a small shape on the carpet with the tip of your shoe.

"I-I'm sorry, Professor," you stuttered. "I crashed into someone in the hallway and--,"

"Sit down," he said bluntly, clearly not in the mood to listen to your excuse. You were surprised, though. You had been mentally--and physically--preparing yourself for a verbal attack from him for your late arrival, but there was nothing. He just seemed to let it go over his head.

But you knew better than to believe that. You apprehensively took your seat and took your notebook and pen out of your backpack. You listened carefully as the professor continued with his lecture, but as soon as you looked up from what you were frantically scribbling in your book, you met his gaze and were frozen yet again. He had been watching you while you took notes, and you didn't know why. Perhaps he was contemplating how to punish you. You knew that he knew, though, that you would never drop out of his class. You enjoyed this subject, and you weren't going to give it up just because he might decide to shout at you later.

"...and I want you to start making comparisons, centred chiefly on the theme of conflict, between this poem and this novel..." you heard him say. He was facing the board, now, writing something up for you and your classmates to copy down. You sighed quietly; you were all aged twenty to twenty three years old, you knew for a fact, and yet that didn't mean that taking classes was any easier. You wished that sometimes the professors would give you a little more information to go on, but you were glad of Professor Michaelis' contributions to your lessons.

"Psst..." You heard someone trying to get someone else's attention from behind you. Your curiosity piqued, you turned around slightly to glance over your shoulder and saw one of the boys in your class trying to call to you as quietly as possible. You frowned at him, thinking him very careless and inconsiderate indeed for doing this, something that could get you into even more trouble than you were undoubtedly already in.

"What?" you hissed, glaring at him now. You knew him to be one of a group of lads who seemed to enjoy catcalling you whenever they saw you walk by on campus. He grinned at you; you had to admit that he was probably the better looking one of his friends, but that didn't stop you from being cross that he was moments away from getting you into more mischief.

"What poem and novel are we meant to be looking at?" he whispered. You had no idea how he'd managed to whisper such a long sentence without being heard, but that didn't matter. You had a distinct feeling that you were the one who was going to get caught. You shook your head; you were all working towards a degree of some description...He shouldn't have been behaving as though he was still in compulsory education.

You rolled your eyes and whispered back, "The Charge of the Light Brigade..." you said first, then checked back at the front to make sure that the professor wasn't listening to you. He didn't seem to be, so you turned back to the guy, Nathan. "...and Of Mice and Men,"

"How the Hell are we supposed to compare those?!"

"I don't know, you should work that out on your own!"

Nathan smirked at you and winked. "Thanks though...babe," he whispered, leaning back into his chair. You sighed and looked back to the front, and your heart leaped into your throat and ceased to beat. Michaelis was staring at you with a terrifyingly emotionless expression. The chill that ran down your spine was awful, too.

"See me after class," he said, in an equally deadpan tone of voice. You were having a positively horrendous day...You nodded dejectedly.

The lesson seemed to drag by after that. You wanted so badly to maintain your grades and good reputation, especially in this class, that you were now deeply worried about the repercussions of your response to Nathan's distraction and your own lateness that day. When the hour did finally expire, you looked up at the clock and sighed. Everyone was standing up, packing their bags and leaving the room. You stayed put, doing as you had been told by Professor Michaelis. By the end of the lesson, he was sitting at his desk at the front of the room, writing something or other, and he didn't even look up when people started to head out. You reluctantly stood and approached his desk, wondering what he was going to say to you.

There was deathly silence for a moment, and not even the sound of his pen on the papers he was marking--you could see what he was doing from your new, shorter distance to him--could be heard in the quiet room. You didn't dare be the one to speak first, and so by the time he finally looked up you were almost trembling in your nervousness. Was he going to strike your name off his register? Kick you out of his class? You didn't want to think about the seemingly endless possibilities...

"So," he said slowly, running his gaze over you. You attempted to steel yourself against this intense, burning sensation of being watched by him. "My first question to you is again, why were you late?" His voice was so low that you almost didn't hear him, but its vibrations made your entire body and soul tingle.

"I ran into someone outside the classroom and my papers went everywhere..." you told him, trying your best not to meet his eye. You felt like a naughty schoolchild being told off. "I was already running late because the professor in my last class kept us back to talk to us about an event that he wants us all to help out with..."

He nodded slowly and rose to his feet. He was much, much taller than you and you wondered why he had seen fit to stand. He made a small noise of dissatisfaction, then proceeded with his interrogation of you. "And why were you talking in class?"

"Nathan asked me which poem and novel you wanted us to look at..."

"He should know that already," he growled in response. "So why did you go out of your way to help him?"

"I don't know...I like to be helpful, I guess..." you said weakly, shrugging your shoulders and still desperately trying not to look at him. You couldn't think of a single way to make your excuses sound better, so it all just came out sounding ridiculously limp. Just as you began to busy yourself with something incredibly fascinating on the carpet, you were suddenly shocked back to reality by Mr. Michaelis standing right next to you. "Wh-what...?!" you stammered, becoming obviously flustered as he cupped your chin and tilted your face up to look at him.

"I would prefer it if you would look at me while I am talking to you..." he growled, in a dangerously barbed tone of voice. You wondered--again--what he was going to do to you. The way he was looking at you now suggested that he really was going to kick you out of his class. It terrified you to think that you would lose out on this subject that you enjoyed so much...

"S-sorry..."

He smirked and uttered a low chuckle. "I thought that you were more passionate than this. Perhaps I was mistaken..."

"What do you mean, Professor?"

"Don't call me that..." he thought quietly, willing himself to stay calm. He couldn't scold you if you were being cute like that... "I expected better of you as my favourite student. I rely on you every day to set an example for the rest of those clowns,"

"F-favourite...? You rely on me...?" you parroted, even more curious about his behaviour now. He smirked again, letting go of your chin.

"Yes. Is there a problem with that?" he murmured, coming even closer to you. Your body was on fire with how flustered he was rendering you, and there seemed to be some kind of electrical impulse between you both as he stood near to you, almost like a kind of non-physical static. He was so attractive, you wouldn't have been surprised if it was simply the enormous crush you had on him that made you feel so warm around him.

"N-no...I'm flattered..." you mumbled, unsure of where to look now. He towered over you, and you didn't know what would happen if you looked into his eyes.

"Good. This should make punishing you for your misdemeanours today much easier,"

You looked up at him then, and saw that he had removed his glasses and was now polishing the lenses with his tie. You didn't have a chance to say anything, though, because he let them drop and hang around his neck by the small chain attached to them.

"Professor..." you murmured, wondering what on Earth he was doing as he leaned in closer to you, backing you up against his desk. You would have backed away in a different direction had he not seemed to have herded you this way. You felt the hard, oak furniture against the backs of your legs. Your body temperature was rising and your heart was beginning to pound, your breathing quickening as you wanted desperately to know what he was doing. Your eyes discreetly scanned him for signs of his intentions, but all you could focus on was how strong and toned he looked in that suit.

He didn't say anything now, but his body was almost pressed up against yours. There was nowhere for you to go but you didn't care. His actions suggested to you exactly what he was about to do, and you were correct in the way you read him. He came in quickly and without warning, and pressed to your lips the hottest, deepest, most passionate kiss that you had ever received. Your entire body grew weak and you grabbed his jacket for support. He chuckled quietly--and with great satisfaction, it should be noted--against your soft, rosy lips and gently bit the lower one.

"I know that you wanted that..." he muttered, holding your hips with both hands. You wanted to nod, to do anything to indicate to him the desire that he had unleashed in your body, but you simply couldn't. What if you got caught...? "We won't get caught unless you tell people about it..." he growled, reading your mind. Your expression apparently told him all about your surprise at his knowing your thoughts, and he just smirked again, leaning in for another kiss.

"Mmf..." You uttered a little noise to tell him that you greatly approved of what he was doing. It only served to make him kiss you harder, growing faster as he went. You made the mistake, however, of parting your lips a little and he slipped his tongue inside your mouth to caress yours. The slick, soft muscle explored your mouth thoroughly, not letting up until he was confident that you were putty in his hands. Which you were. Your lips parted and a silver thread of saliva connected your lips for the briefest period of time. His red eyes bore into your (E/C) ones and in them, you read his own thoughts.

"I'm going to punish you and you are going to like it..." he purred next to your ear, just before kissing your cheek and then nipping at your earlobe. You moaned as he did all of this, and then again--louder--as he manipulated your body under his fingertips. His hand slowly slid up your shirt until it almost touched your breast. You squirmed slightly, thoughts consumed by him and your consideration of the fact that his seduction of you had been so sudden that it only made it all the more arousing.

"Oh, you are a wanton little she-devil, aren't you?" he whispered, slipping his fingers gently and slowly into your bra. You whimpered as he massaged your breast, toying with the nipple every now and again as he worked you with his hands. He was good...You had never in your wildest dreams imagined that he would be like this, let alone with you. It was so bad...A professor and a student. It wasn't allowed, not even slightly...The thought of it nearly set your body on fire. "I've been watching you for a while now...Do you know how badly I've wanted an excuse to do this with you...?"

You couldn't say anything, but you responded instead by wrapping your arms around his neck. He seemed to appreciate this and kissed your neck over and over again, before lifting you up and allowing you to wrap your legs around his body.

"Professor..." you finally managed to mutter as he kissed your throat. He looked at you with a new expression, and his eyes flashed a different colour. That told you all that you needed to know about him, but you didn't care. In just a few short minutes, he had managed to inflame your infatuation with him to blazing desire.

"Call me Sebastian..." he growled. You knew that this probably wasn't his real name, but that was alright. You would go along with whatever he wanted at this point. And that was just what was about to happen, as soon as you called his name.

"Sebastian..." you cried, voice reduced to a breathy whisper. His roaming hands moved up and down your back, coming down over your hips and then finding their way to your legs. He smirked against your lips and put you back on the floor, before turning you around and slowly, alluringly, running his hands up your legs until he came to the hem of your skirt. You whined at his touch, and it did exactly what you hoped it would. You heard rustling behind you and the metallic tinkling of a belt being unfastened, and then suddenly all sounds were replaced by feelings and sensations. He pushed your underwear aside and thrust himself inside you without hesitation.

"Ahh...!" you cried, hearing him release a deep breath that he had apparently been holding for a while. He was very well-equipped, and he stretched you so much that you could only feel the greatest pleasure. Even though you knew what he was, you were surprised to feel him staying still. You wiggled your hips ever so slightly, ready to beg him for what he could give you.

He held you still with a strong hand, keeping the other on your hip. "Stop it, or I'll..." he muttered, doing his best to stay still. If he went too fast he'd spend. You were everything he wanted, and everything he had wanted since meeting you. You were even more phenomenal than he had imagined. Unable to wait any longer, Sebastian threw caution to the wind and began driving himself into you, hitting your sweet spot over and over again. You cried out with ecstasy, hearing skin hitting skin over and over again. It wasn't long before your mind was ready to go almost completely blank.

"Sebastian..." you whined, over and over again. He made a little noise of satisfaction as you called his name, slamming himself into you harder each time you did so. It occurred to him that he was rewarding you more than punishing you, but he didn't care anymore. He was getting what he wanted too. The more he concentrated on what he was doing to you, and the fact that you were letting him, the closer it brought him to the edge. Finally, without realising that he was so close, he spilled his hot, sticky seed inside you and dragged you over the edge with him.

Pulling out of you, he allowed you to sort yourself out while he did the same for himself. He glanced at you and smiled, still cheekily but softer than before. His breathing was slowly returning to normal, as was yours. "Consider that a warning," he said gently, winking at you.

Your heart pounded hard in your chest and you smiled shyly at him now. You wanted to hug him, to be near him again, but you didn't know where you stood with him now. "Why did you...?"

"Because I like you," he replied instantly. He straightened his tie and his jacket before placing his glasses back on his nose. "A lot," he added.

You tried not to make a sound as you squirmed happily at his words. You liked him too, but you were sure that he already knew that.

"I know that I do not have to tell you this, but keep this to yourself," he told you, clearly nervous despite his trust in you. You thought it was sweet that a being like him, and such a suave, confident one at that, could be made to feel nervous like this. It was quite endearing.

"I will..." you whispered, nodding resolutely. You walked up to him and touched his hand, but he pulled you into a warm embrace. It was a much better response than what you had been expecting, but when you thought about it you realised that you didn't really know what you'd expected him to do.

"Your detentions will continue indefinitely," he murmured to you, grinning as he rested his cheek against the top of your head. "Oh...and make sure you tell me the next time that those boys harass you..."

You smiled as well. "Yes, sir,"

Notes:

Hello my lovelies!

First chapter complete, and first one-shot added to the collection! Hope you enjoyed ;)

- SooperChicken

Chapter 2: All In a Day's Work: Sebastian Michaelis x Maid!Reader

Summary:

After a hard day's work, there is nothing that you would love more than going straight to your bedtime routine and climbing between the sheets of the bed that is calling to you.

However, it may take longer than expected to get there...

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

The latch clicked as the door closed, symbolising your solitude and the beginning of the time that you could take for yourself. It had been a long, gruelling day and all you wanted was to wind down and relax. As much as you enjoyed working here, at the Phantomhive Estate, you couldn't deny that you were run ragged and worked to the bone. Especially when your master's fiancée, Lady Elizabeth, was there. It was absolutely exhausting. You were very fond of her, though.

You allowed yourself a deep sigh, feeling the tension leaving your body as the air left your lungs. The gentle sound of rushing water pouring from the bath taps worked wonders in soothing you, and the heat from that water stroked your face and brought a warm, rosy blush to your cheeks. You closed your eyes and let your (H/C) hair out of the neat style that you had it in, and removed your lace headband. You placed your hair accessories beside the basin and began to remove your clothes.

You hung your--still pristine--white apron on one of the hangers on the wall and then removed your boots, leaving them underneath the now hanging apron. You removed your black stockings, carefully slotting them into your boots for safekeeping and so that everything was in one place. You took off your dress, feeling the steam caressing your almost completely exposed body as you did so. You hung the dark blue dress--it was the same colour as Mey-Rin's for the sake of creating some kind of uniform for you both, the Phantomhive housemaids--on a coat hook next to your apron and then proceeded to unfasten your stark white corset. The laces were long but still very fiddly, and your fingers battled with said laces for a few minutes before finally you felt the garment beginning to loosen. You removed it from your body and the steam was like a warm breath tickling your chest. It was almost time to climb into the bath; with steam this warm, you knew that the water was almost at your preferred temperature.

Looking at the bathwater then back at your hanging clothes, you put your hand in your apron pocket and rummaged around a little, looking for something that you knew you had in there. You had found some lovely, fragrant flowers in the garden earlier on in the day and you had picked a few, knowing that you would be able to put them to good use later on. You had also brought one of the two bars of fruit-scented soap that Mey-Rin had given to you for your birthday a couple of months earlier--you had been waiting for a good time to use it, and now that your muscles were sorer than they had been in a long time you thought that now was a very good time indeed. You took the flowers and bar of soap from your apron pocket and walked over to the bath, leaning over the water and receiving a warm blast of steamy air as you did so.

You breathed in deeply the familiar, soothing smell of the warm bathroom and set about making the bath just the way you wanted it. In went the bar of soap, first. If you let the bar soak in the bath water a little, you knew that it would make a few bubbles and also add the cleansing properties of the soap to the water. Later, when you were actually in the bath yourself, you would fish around in the water for what was left of the soap and use it to wash your body, and you knew that if you rubbed it between your hands you would be able to achieve a lather thick enough to wash your hair. Next, in went the flowers. You stripped the little heads of their petals--feeling a little bad about it--and let them float on the water's surface. They looked lovely, dancing around on the water like that. They reminded you of water lilies, or all of the pictures that you had ever seen of pretty lotus flowers, even though these little ones were yellow and not pink or purple.

"Very pretty..." you murmured to yourself, almost becoming desperate to get into the bath to begin your long, well-deserved soak. Even though this was the servants' bathroom, the bathtub was incredibly large and much more luxurious than anything you had ever seen offered to servants before; you considered your master to be very generous.

You stood up straight and removed the remainder of your underwear, your short--rather saucy--lace and cotton bloomers. You placed them in a neat pile with your corset just beside your boots, and then returned to the bath, turned off the taps and climbed in. The water was hot but that was good; it was purifying and it also meant that even if you spent a long time in the bath you wouldn't end up sitting in a tub full of cold water. The steam was visible to you now, and the room was filled with the hot, white mist. You sat down in the bath, sighing as you did so, before sliding down deeper into the water so that only your head was above the surface.

There you stayed for several minutes, soaking and enjoying the gentle lapping of the bathwater against your jaw and the way it seemed to embrace and accommodate your aching form. Before you knew it, you were slipping into a blissful slumber, napping lightly in the hot water.

-

You were suddenly awakened by an odd sound. Your eyes searched the room quickly for the source of the noise, and when you saw nothing you shifted slightly in the water to look behind you, at the door. To your surprise and absolute shock, someone was now in the room with you. You let out a tiny yelp of surprise and embarrassment, and slid down even further into the bath in an effort to hide your body from them.

"Oh...! Miss (F/N), I did not realise that you were in here. I do apologise," said the interloper. You cringed a little and wanted to slap yourself; you had forgotten to lock the door when you came in. And now here was Sebastian, stood in the bathroom looking absolutely mortified by his own intrusion. Not only that, but you had the biggest crush on him. That made things infinitely worse.

Everything that occurred to you thenceforth only served to make the natural, heat-induced blush in your cheeks intensify and spread to your entire body. You were convinced that your humiliation was going to make the water boil around you. The first thing you noticed was how Sebastian was holding towels--you dragged your eyes away from him to look at the towel rail and saw that there were none there.

"What kind of idiot walks into such a heavily frequented bathroom, forgets to lock the door and gets into a bath without checking for towels...?" you thought angrily to yourself. You couldn't believe that you had done all of this. Getting into a bath without checking for towels was like going to the toilet without checking for toilet paper.

"Th-that's alright..." you stuttered, praying to all compassionate deities in the known universe that he couldn't see anything other than your head.

He nodded and his black hair swished about his face. You loved it when he did that; your body heated up even more as you watched him. The second thing that you had noticed was the way that Sebastian kept his gaze fixed on you. He may have been behaving in such a manner that suggested his embarrassment at having walked in on you bathing, but his gaze said otherwise. That also brought your attention back to the fact that he called you 'Miss (F/N)' and Mey-Rin just by her name. It was almost like a show of respect...

"What is he staring at...? Don't tell me he can see my body...?" you thought, beginning to panic slightly.

"Mey-Rin forgot to restock the bathrooms with towels," he said, changing the subject very quickly. "I thought it pressing to bring them in...It seems that I was correct..."

You watched as a faintly amused smile appeared on his lips and as his eyes traced your facial features. Through a series of discreet, careful checks on yourself, you felt confident that--thanks to the high sides of the bathtub--Sebastian wasn't able to see your body. It was just as well, because the bubbles from your soap had all but popped and you were left in almost completely clear water, with the exception of those pretty yellow flower petals.

"O-oh I see..." you stammered, wondering how much longer he was going to spend in here humiliating you like this. "Thank you for that..." you added, making sure to be grateful for the towels. After all, if he hadn't brought them your bathing session would have culminated in uncomfortably wet garments once you got out--the only fabric available in the room without those towels were your own clothes...

"You are very welcome," he murmured, smiling serenely at you as he always did when something didn't bother him. You nodded awkwardly and he bowed slightly to you, which was strange because he was your superior...You turned away from him slightly to settle back into the still-warm water. You closed your eyes when you heard the latch make its usual noise, and you breathed an almost silent sigh of relief. He was gone. You could stop being embarrassed, for now. At least until you saw him again. But that wouldn't be tonight, you realised.

Just then you felt a light breeze pass over your head and exposed shoulders. You had, since Sebastian's accidental intrusion, sat up a little in order to begin to wash yourself after your unintentional nap. Your eyes snapped open and you suppressed another yelp when you saw what was happening. Sebastian hadn't left the bathroom at all; the latch noise that you'd heard moments earlier was the sound of the door being locked. The steam rising from the bathwater still provided a weak screen of cover for you, but not nearly enough now that the butler was much, much closer to you than before.

He was, after all, in the bath with you. You didn't know what to do, other than cover your breasts with your arm and raise your legs to cover the rest of your body. You curled up at your end of the bath and stared at him with dismay. "Wh-what are you doing...?!" you squeaked, unsure of where to look. His body was incredible, so toned and strong. You didn't dare look any lower than his face now, though.

He smirked at you and chuckled slightly. "Why run a new bath for me when we could just share?" he asked in the most seductive of voices, and with the most tantalising of gazes. His eyes were half-lidded and held in them warmth in abundance. They were soft and charming, and suggested to you that he didn't have even the tiniest problem with sitting in the bath with you.

"B-but...!" You began to protest, but he cut you off quickly.

"Are you embarrassed?"

"Yes!"

All that your answer achieved was another smirk from Sebastian. "Why...?"

You looked around the room, as if the answer would be written on the walls for your convenience. "Because...well. We work together, and..." You trailed off, unable to think of very many good reasons to explain away your bashfulness. It was just a simple fact: you were embarrassed! Again, Sebastian grinned at you.

"Is that all? I am sorry but...that doesn't seem to me like a very good reason. Surely there must be others?" he teased, inching closer to you as he did so. "I'll make you a deal, then...If you can give me a good enough reason, you have my word that I will leave you in peace,"

"...!" You didn't know what to say to that, initially, but then you made a rather pathetic attempt to persuade him. "It isn't proper..." you squeaked, in no more assertive a voice than a mouse's. Sebastian edged even closer to you; you knew that you had failed in this most recent attempt. He actually laughed at you this time, albeit quietly.

"That was precious..." he growled, in a voice so velvety you were certain that you could feel it stroking your body. "Now, how about a real excuse?"

You trembled under his hot, intense stare. He was so close to you now that his knees almost touched you (he had been inching towards you on his hands and knees thus far). You were so attracted to him, so completely under his spell that you were just about ready to let him stay.

"Does anything come to mind?" he whispered, leaning towards you now. He couldn't actually get any closer to you without being on top of you, so he simply brought his face closer to yours. When you said nothing, unable to think while he was so near, the corners of his mouth twisted upwards in a satisfied grin and he chuckled. "I didn't think so..." As soon as he had given you just about enough time to process those words, he closed the gap between you and seized your lips in a hot, passionate kiss. You hadn't been expecting it, preferring instead to believe that he was just taunting you as he so liked to do to all of the servants in various different ways. So unexpected was it that your whole body grew weak--which wasn't helped by the warm water--and you submitted to him instantly, as was his intent.

You moaned slightly against his lips as he touched your leg with his hand. Hearing this he kissed you again, harder and even more passionately. His hand continued up your leg until it reached your knee, pulling it to the side to part your left leg from your right. You were powerless to resist him and his charms, and you simply allowed him to do whatever he wanted with you. As soon as there was enough room for him, he slid forward in the bath again and came to kneel between your legs.

"You are beautiful..." he growled against your lips, hands sliding up your wet body to your hips. "I've been very taken with you since bringing you here..."

With those words, your face felt as though it had burst into flames and the only response you could give was putting your arms around his neck, showing him that you were, of course, very 'taken' with him as well. He made a small noise of approval and kissed you again before leaving a trail of kisses going from your cheek to your neck, to your shoulder to your chest. Once at your chest, he shifted just so that he could kiss your breasts instead, taking one of the erect nipples between his lips and manipulating it with his tongue. You gasped in surprise, voice little more than a breathy cry that echoed around the bathroom. At the same time, one of his hands moved from your hip to your womanhood and he slipped two fingers inside. You squirmed against him, desperately trying to familiarise yourself with the sudden invasion of your body. You had thought that perhaps, if he was going to do that to you, he would start with one finger then progress gently but no. There was no such thing, and you were certain that you liked this much better.

He moved his wrist slightly in order to pump his fingers inside you a little more easily. The water began to splash around you as his arm and wrist movements became more and more vigorous. He didn't stop until you were gasping every second for air and whispering his name. You whimpered as his fingers left you, and his lips returned to yours. His tongue slipped inside your mouth to dance with yours while his hands returned to your hips. But that was only to mislead you.

He suddenly yanked you towards him and you were now on your back more than sitting up. Your head still above water, you watched him with the lazy eyes of a woman seduced as he positioned himself at your entrance. This time, you didn't expect him to wait and he didn't. He thrust himself inside you and began to move, in and out, eliciting from you those wonderful, arousing vocalisations of pleasure. You wanted him so much, and now that you had him your thoughts were focused on only him and what he was doing to you. The water splashed and sloshed around you and Sebastian supported his weight by keeping his hands on the sides of the bath. Of course, it also allowed him to drive into you faster and with more power, hitting your sweet spot over and over again.

"Sebastian, I..."

"Just let go," he growled in response, eyes clouding over as he felt the approach of his own release. He knew what he was doing to you. The low, beautiful hum of his voice commanding you to lose control of yourself was too much for you, and powerful waves of ecstasy washed over you as he pounded your body again and again. You cried out, loving every second of it. Sebastian gazed at your expression, usurped by pleasure, and was suddenly hit by his release. He gasped slightly, arms trembling as he endeavoured to hold himself up. He didn't want to collapse on top of you. Instead, he slowly lowered himself to you and pulled out, kissing you in the process. He didn't say anything, but lifted you into his arms and turned you around, caging you with his legs and his arms, hugging you from behind.

You were both panting slightly, trying to regain your breath. The sensation of being held in Sebastian's arms was incredible, and there was nowhere else that you wanted to be. You felt safe, and secure. He kissed the back of your neck and hugged you a little tighter. You relaxed into him and felt his strong chest at your back. There was no doubt about it: you loved him. You had never imagined that he would be so passionate, and so tender afterwards. He began to move, suddenly, and you wondered what he was doing but all soon became very clear. He found the bar of soap still minding its own business in the water, and he began to wash your back and your hair for you.

The feeling of it was wonderful, and you felt sure that you would wake up any moment and realise that it was all a dream. But that moment never came, and it delighted you no end. He was so gentle in all of his actions towards you, and you never wanted it to end. When it did, though, you turned around and did the same for Sebastian. He chuckled as you started to wash his hair, marvelling at how incredibly silky it was. When you finished, he stole another kiss from you and grinned an impish, triumphant smile. You smiled shyly back then, putting your bashfulness aside, climbed out of the bath and went for the towels that he had placed down.

Sebastian watched you from the bath, taking in the sight of your wet, naked body in the gentle candlelight. You heard him make a noise, but at the time you didn't register it as a hum of appreciation for what he saw. You wrapped one of the towels around you and offered the other to him. He smirked and stood, giving you a moment to stare in awe at his body. His beauty was otherworldly indeed.

You moved away towards your clothes and began to gather them up in your arms. The servants' quarters were only a couple of doors away and everyone would be asleep at this hour, so you would be safe to go and change in the bedroom that you shared with Bard, Finny and Mey-Rin--for once. Sebastian pulled the plug out of the bath and you listened to the water draining away as you picked up the last items of clothing. Sebastian did the same with his, but suddenly glanced over at you.

"Where are you going?" he chuckled.

You looked over at him in surprise. "To my room...Why?"

He didn't respond but shifted his clothes under one arm. He came very close to you and leaned in to kiss you again. When you were distracted with the kiss, he wound his arm around your body and lifted you effortlessly, putting you over his shoulder.

"S-Sebastian! What are you doing?!"

He simply chuckled before replying. You couldn't see his face to learn of his expression, but his words told you everything you needed to know. "I think not. My room is a much better choice..."

Notes:

Good day!

Here, have another Sebastian/Reader one-shot ;) Just an idea that I had a couple of days ago...

- SooperChicken

Chapter 3: By Your Side: Sebastian Michaelis x Sick!Reader

Summary:

You've been working yourself silly, and now look what you've gone and done. You're sick.

There must be a remedy...

A sweet, fluffy one-shot!

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Running clean laundry back and forth from the washroom. Polishing the silverware and the crystal and the fine china. Dusting and scrubbing the mansion from top to bottom. Attending to the young Master's needs when Sebastian was...also attending to them. Helping Sebastian out by being one of the more dependable members of household staff. Keeping your friends--the other staff--out of trouble and quickly fixing their blunders.

Nothing was too much for you, but sometimes there had to be a limit. You could feel the exhaustion setting in, seeping into your heart, soul and bones. Still you pressed on. It was essential for the upkeep of the great house and your job, as well as your reputation as a good worker.

"(F/N), are you feelin' alright?" asked Mey-Rin, looking over at you as you handed another bed sheet to her for hanging out to dry. You were grateful for a breath of fresh air in the garden; it was well-deserved. "You look a bit peaky, if you don't mind me sayin'..."

You glanced over at her and offered her a grin that you at least hoped was a little reassuring. "I'm fine, thank you," you told her gently. "Just a little tired, that's all,"

"Do you get much sleep at night?" she asked, placing another peg on the sheet.

"Oh, yes thank you. At least, I think so. No more and no less than usual..." you replied, nonchalantly shrugging your shoulders. Still you smiled at her, making sure to appear halfway convinced by your own words.

"If you say so..." said Mey-Rin, shaking her head as though she didn't believe you anyway. You were good friends, so she knew when you were feeling under the weather.

"I'm going to talk to Sebastian about that..." she thought to herself, studying your pale face. Your eyes had slightly grey circles under them, and you were looking a little gaunt. When she thought back to it, she realised that with all the work that you had been doing recently you had been presented with very little time to even eat a proper meal. She felt instantly guilty about this fact...

When the linens were hanging out to dry, you picked up the washing basket and walked back inside, knowing that Bard needed help with the dinner preparations for this evening. Apparently, Sebastian had plans for a slightly grander meal than usual--you couldn't believe that mealtimes for the young Earl could be any more extravagant but you were wrong there--due to the surprise visit that was currently underway from Lady Elizabeth Midford.

Mey-Rin watched you go with concern.

-

"Oh...Sebastian?" said Mey-Rin, approaching the butler--who she so adored--with slightly more care than usual. After all, nothing was broken and nothing was on fire. At least, not to her knowledge.

"Yes, Mey-Rin?" he replied, continuing to decorate the tart that he had baked specially for tonight's dinner. He didn't even look at her, but her heart leaped to hear his voice addressing her. His concentration face was so utterly gorgeous, too...

"Umm...I'm a bit worried about (F/N)," she said timidly, pushing past her reservations as one of his admirers--you and Mey-Rin often stayed up late tittering about how lovely he was--in order to voice her concerns about your health.

Sebastian's face fell slightly, almost unnoticeably, but it did all the same. He feigned ignorance for the time being. "Why would you be worried about her?"

"I think she's working too hard, yes I do..." she mumbled, unable to word it any differently. "It's making her sick, although she'll never admit it,"

Sebastian sighed a little and put the knife that he was using to decorate the tart on the countertop. "I noticed that as well..." he murmured worriedly. Mey-Rin's heart pounded to see Sebastian looking so genuinely concerned, but it was not for her. She supposed that she would have to accept that.

"Do you think that there's something that we can all do to make her job easier...?" she asked gingerly, unsure of how to approach the situation anymore.

Sebastian was about to respond when suddenly Finny came running into the kitchen in a fluster. "Sebastian, come quick!" he panted, tears welling in his eyes.

"What's the matter?"

"It's (F/N)! She's had a fall!" cried the gardener, tears spilling down his cheeks now. Sebastian's eyes widened and his expression went from concerned to panicked. He rushed from the kitchen, with Bard, Mey-Rin and Finny in tow.

-

"Ah...You're awake..." you heard somebody say to you. You felt something cool and damp patting your forehead, as your hair was pushed well back from your face. You felt softness all around you, and knew instantly that you were lying in a bed.

"What happened...? Where am I?" you murmured, cringing through a twinge of pain and a fuzzy headache. You still couldn't see who was sitting with you.

"You collapsed on your way upstairs," said your nurse. Slowly your vision came into focus, and you saw Sebastian sitting at your bedside.

"Sebastian...?" you whispered. "What are you doing here?" You could see that you were not in your own room, rather in one of the opulent guest bedrooms. Why, you hadn't the foggiest. Your bed would have done just as well.

"I brought you here after you fainted, for your comfort and a better recovery," he replied, as if reading your thoughts. "I wouldn't have left you to recover alone,"

You smiled a little, but you were embarrassed to have made such a fuss. "I'm so sorry..." you murmured, regretting the trouble you had caused.

"What is there to be sorry for? You are unwell...There is no helping your body's reaction to that," he replied kindly, dabbing your head with the wet flannel again. "You have a fever...and getting all flustered like this is only making you hotter,"

You took notice of his slightly teasing tone of voice and glanced at his face, instantly seeing the cheeky, albeit worried, grin. "Why are you taking care of me though...? I'm stopping you from doing your job..."

"No, you're not," he said, shaking his head. "The young Master allowed me to stay, but I would have done so anyway,"

Your heart caught in your throat as he spoke, watching him as he dipped the still-damp towel into the bowl of water on the bedside table. He wrung it out and placed it gently back on your forehead.

"W-why...?" you dared to whisper.

He looked at you with soft eyes, something you had never seen before. He chuckled slightly, but for once he actually seemed to appear shy. "...I care about you. I want you to get well, so that I can see your bright eyes and cheerful smile,"

You didn't know what to say, but you didn't have to reply at all. He leaned forwards and gently kissed your warm cheek.

"I will not leave your side. Especially when you need taking care of,"

You smiled at him, feeling your strength returning little by little. It was no longer a weak smile, you knew. You wondered where these sudden, tender feelings had come from but you had decided to stop asking questions and just accept it.

"Thank you, Sebastian..." you whispered to him, feeling the deep feelings that you held for him swelling in your chest.

"Anything for you," he murmured, gently stroking your cheek. Never before had you imagined that he could be so soft and gentle, but you wouldn't have traded it for anything. And it was for your eyes only.

Notes:

Hello my dears!

Here is today's one-shot; apologies for the lateness of it! Also apologies if it's not up to scratch...I've had to write it on my phone as I'm doing extra work tonight and unfortunately my laptop won't connect to the WiFi...

- SooperChicken

Chapter 4: Safe Distance: Sebastian x Reader

Summary:

You lead a simple life, but perhaps one of these days that will start to change...

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

The busy, bustling marketplace was one of those strange places where you actually felt safe. There was no real logic behind this, except for the fact that you knew these streets like the back of your hand. There was no place that you could get lost, and no place that you could be cornered. You could blend into a crowd like a river into the sea, and you could weave in and out of the many people with ease. On this particular day, you had already bought all of the items you needed and your basket was full of groceries and a few extra goodies for a rainy day. And it certainly looked as though bad weather was on its way.

You slalomed between several more people before setting back off down the main street, towards the taxi rank. You hoped that your favourite taxi driver would be there; you were a regular customer of his, simply because he was kindhearted and always greeted you with a smile. Sometimes he even gave you a discount on your fare, but you usually preferred to pay him the whole amount. After all, the life of a taxi driver--especially in the cities--wasn't the most glamorous life that one could lead, and it wasn't easy either. You smiled as you rounded the corner and spotted him, rushing over before anyone else could occupy his cab. You patted the lovely chestnut horse as you passed her. She nickered gently in recognition of your gentle touch.

"Hello, Mr. Lewis," you said cheerfully, smiling up at him now. "Please may I get a ride home?"

Mr. Lewis smiled back at you and nodded readily. "Of course, my dear. You don't have to ask--I'll always say yes to you," he replied, and jumped down out of his seat. He opened the door for you like a true gentleman and helped you in. You had told him on many, many occasions that he didn't have to do this but each and every time he had insisted. You had learned not to protest anymore, and happily accepted his courtesy and chivalry. What was nicer was the fact that you knew that there were no strings attached; he had a wife and two children, and was old enough to be your father. You had a very 'uncle-niece' relationship with the man.

"Looks like rain," you called up to him as the cab began to move. "I do hope that you don't get caught in it,"

"I hope not as well, but I am more concerned for you, my dear," said Lewis. "I will endeavour to get you home before the Heavens open,"

"Thank you, sir," you replied, smiling to yourself. He really was such a thoughtful man. You knew that driving people around was his job, but you truly did feel like a special customer.

As the taxi pulled away from the rank, you did not notice yourself being watched. But being watched you were, and they were very interested in you indeed...

-

"What are you staring at?"

"Nothing, my Lord,"

-

A week passed you by, and you found yourself in the marketplace again shopping for groceries. Your household needed fruits, vegetables and dairy products, and if you could afford some meat afterwards you would have been very happy. You did as usual, swerving in and out of the throngs of busy people, but as you popped out on the other side of the crowd--having bought all of your supplies--you were overcome by an extremely peculiar feeling. You glanced all around you, sensing that you were being watched.

"How odd..." you whispered to yourself, shaking your head as though attempting to rid yourself of the feeling in its entirety. You set off down the road, heading for the taxi rank again. You could always afford a cab home for yourself because your father would drive the light trap into the city for work--you would go to work in the city every day too--and then you would have enough money for a fare.

Eventually, after making your way swiftly through many winding backstreets and a couple of shady-looking alleyways, you found your way back to the taxi rank. You were glad of your knowledge of the city's layout, knowing the ins and outs of all of the streets. You sighed as you spotted Mr. Lewis' familiar chestnut mare, and hurried over to him. You still felt as though you were being watched, and even worse this time, followed.

"Hello, Mr. Lewis..." you said, doing your best to greet him as you always did. You smiled, but you could sense that it was somewhat weaker than it usually was.

"Hello, Miss (F/N)..." he replied, eyeing you worriedly. "Are you alright, my dear?"

"I'm well, thank you...May I ask for a ride home?" you said, changing the subject as quickly as you were able.

"By all means, love," he replied, smiling at you. You returned it, but before he could jump down out of his seat as he did every time you took a ride in his taxi to open the door for you, you had already climbed in yourself and had settled down in the familiar black fabric seat. You were safe now, you thought. You were tired from your fast-paced detour, and all you wanted to do was get home and have a cup of tea with your mother.

As the cab pulled away from the rank as usual, a smartly dressed man watched from a side street. He blended in very well with the shadowy street, and his red eyes shone as he watched the taxi leave. He knew that its passenger would soon return to the city.

-

You visited the city every single day for work, but you only went to the market once a week, on Saturdays. You would also work on a Saturday, so it was simply easiest to visit on the last day of the week that you spent in the city. Since there was no reason for you to be there on a Sunday, you took solace in the fact that you would not feel as though you were being watched in your own home. But then Monday rolled around.

You were leaving your place of work when suddenly you felt something large and wet hit your forehead. You lifted a hand to your face and touched the spot that you'd felt get hit, and realised that it had been a drop of water. You looked to the skies and realised that it was thick with brooding grey clouds, poised to burst and drench the earth with rain. And that was exactly what happened moments later. You gasped at the touch of the sudden cold downpour and, raising the shawl around your shoulders above your head for shelter, began to hurry for a taxi. You cursed your workplace for being so far away from the taxi rank.

When you arrived, though, you cursed the rank too, although not Mr. Lewis of course. "Damn..." you swore, seeing that there was not a single taxi to be found. They must have all been taken by other people fleeing the deluge. It had, after all, taken you quite some time to get from your workplace to here. You rushed away to a place that you could see was dry, somebody's front porch. You stood in the alcove and watched the rain hammering down in the world beyond. You didn't know what else to do other than wait for the shower to stop.

You stood there for several more minutes, acutely aware of the fact that there were still no taxis to hail and you were wasting your time by standing around in the city doing nothing. You sighed and leaned to one side, propping yourself up on the brick wall of the protective alcove. It felt like your sanctuary at this point, although your clothes were already entirely soaked through. You felt as though you were in a real mess, and sighed again.

"I suppose there is nothing else for it..." you murmured miserably to yourself, lifting your shawl above your head again and making sure to keep the red and white gingham cloth over the contents of your wicker basket. You made to step out into the pouring rain once more, when suddenly you heard somebody speak.

"Are you alright, Miss?"

You whirled around to look in the direction of where the voice had come from. It was deep and smooth, and very charming. The man who it belonged to was equally so, and extremely handsome. You had never seen such a beautiful man in all your days. "I-I'm fine, thank you..." you stammered, not knowing where he'd come from. He was just there.

"Are you quite certain? It looks to me like you're wet through..." he replied, eyeing you while wearing an expression that could only be described as sympathetic. He was holding a black umbrella, precisely the same colour as his uniform. From the looks of him, he was a butler, but you could not see anyone nearby who looked as though they could be his master or mistress.

"I am..." you whispered unhappily, shaking your head as the rain continued to beat down. You squinted through the heavy sheet of falling water--it was becoming like more of a waterfall than a rain shower--at the man and blinked every two seconds as the water dripped into your eyes. Just then the man approached you and shared his umbrella with you, much to your surprise.

"Here," he said. "Please let me help you..."

"Th-thank you..." you said, unsure of exactly why he was doing this. He began to walk--slowly--with you away from the house opposite the taxi rank, and back up the main street. "Why are you helping me?" you asked.

"If I could not help a damsel in distress then what kind of a gentleman would I be?" he replied with a sweet, yet confident, smile down at you. You could not help the blush that followed, flooding your cheeks as suddenly as the rain had started. "May I ask the name of such a lovely lady?" he asked.

"U-um...My name is (F/N)," you replied, as confidently as you could. After all, it wouldn't do to be sheepish in front of such a charming gentleman. "May I ask yours?"

"My name is Sebastian," he said gently, taking great care to keep you under his umbrella. You noticed that his shoulder--the one on the outside of the umbrella--was getting absolutely soaked and you felt awful. "It is a pleasure to meet you,"

"And you..." you said. "Um...Mr. Sebastian? Your shoulder is getting wet. Are you quite alright walking like this?"

He simply smiled at you again and nodded once. "I am. Your comfort is my priority, after all. Please do not trouble yourself, my dear,"

You nodded and accepted what he was saying. He was a very pleasant chap, but you could sense that there was more to him than this. Just as you rounded a corner, and just as you dismissed the thought as resulting from nothing but your mind working too hard, you spotted a rather luxurious-looking carriage waiting by the roadside a few yards away.

"Ah, yes..." he said, as though suddenly remembering himself. "May I offer you a ride?" he asked you, stopping and looking down expectantly. You didn't know what to do; thinking about accepting a ride in a carriage from a total stranger set off alarm bells in your head. It didn't seem right at all, but there was just something about this man that you felt like you could trust.

"Um...I am very grateful for the offer, but..."

"I can understand why you may have reservations about my sudden offer..." he murmured, regretting having worried you. "It was very presumptuous and rude of me. Please accept my apology..."

"No, please do not apologise..." you said, shaking your head. Just then, there was an enormous clap of thunder and you jumped; you were not normally afraid of thunderstorms but the sudden loud noise frightened you. You found, though, that you had accidentally jumped towards Sebastian and were almost pressed up against him.

"Surely you would not expect me to allow you to walk anywhere in a storm...?" he said, tutting slightly. "If you will allow it, I would see it as a personal favour from you if you would accept my offer..."

You sighed slightly and placed your utmost faithfulness in Sebastian. You nodded and gave him a little smile. "I do not know how I will be able to repay you..." you told him, following him to the carriage.

He chuckled and shook his head, opening the door for you. "Seeing you comfortable and happy again will be the biggest reward you could give me," he replied, climbing in after you. He closed the door and rapped on the ceiling, getting the driver to set off. You told him where you needed to go, and he called to the driver about this as well.

"If you don't mind my asking, sir...What made you want to help a complete stranger?" you asked, giving him a curious look from where you sat opposite.

He smiled enigmatically and looked down at the floor for a moment. "I would not say that you are a 'complete' stranger to me," he said carefully. You wondered why, but then he told you outright. "...I have seen you in the marketplace a few times, now..."

You felt a little relieved--in the midst of the simultaneous shock--that he had not been stalking you, as such, but had in fact simply spotted you a few times in the city. "You have...?" you asked, then completely regretted it, thinking you sounded slightly dense asking for clarification on such a simple matter.

"Yes. It was hard not to spot such a radiantly beautiful creature such as yourself,"

You blushed bright red and smiled shyly. "You flatter me..."

"I tell the truth and only the truth," he murmured. "I was hoping that one day I would be able to spend some time in the city without my master, and that I would be able to use that time to speak to you..."

You were very shy, now, thinking that he had been wanting to meet you for a little while now. In truth, if you had noticed him sooner you would have wanted to do the same. You didn't know what to say, but that was alright. Sebastian filled the silence with words for you.

"You do not have to say anything. Only, you would make me very happy if you were to tell me that I could meet with you again someday,"

Your heart pounded in your chest and you suppressed a gulp of excitement. This man was interested in you? This charming, handsome man? It was an incredible twist for you. You nodded timidly, despite your delight. "I would like that very much..."

Sebastian smiled and crossed one of his legs over the other. "We may not know each other very well, but you have indeed made me a very, very happy man,"

The sound of rain hitting the roof of the carriage, the horse's hoof beats and the carriage wheels on cobblestones were the only sounds in the cabin now as you and the mysterious Sebastian smiled gently at each other. He was right: you may not have been familiar with each other but there was time for further meetings to remedy that.

And so marked the beginning of many beautiful days to come...

Notes:

Hello!

Ever so sorry for the delay in uploading a new chapter...I've had an extraordinarily busy day and I haven't been able to get any work done. Hope this makes up for it, though!

In addition to these one-shots that I'm now doing, I'm also going to be starting work on some requests that were sent to me very recently! Hopefully you'll enjoy :)

- SooperChicken

Chapter 5: All Mine: Sebastian Michaelis x Maid!Reader

Summary:

You wish that Sebastian would take more notice of you, but you don't quite know how to make that happen. It then occurs to you that there may, in fact, be a way to glimpse his innermost thoughts and feelings...

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

You sat at the wooden kitchen table and drummed your fingers lightly upon the surface. You let out a soft sigh, taking care not to draw Bard's attention too much. He would surely ask what was wrong, and since nothing was really wrong you did not want to get drawn into such a conversation. You glanced over at the chef who was, unsurprisingly, evaluating the merits of using a blowtorch to cook the young master's lunch. You knew that Sebastian would be in the kitchen any second now to prevent what would inevitably be an incendiary disaster of horrific proportions, considering the small space that the flames would have to rise in.

Just as Bard played around with lighting the tool, flames bursting from the eye of the torch every time he pulled the trigger, you covered your eyes with your hand and shook your head in dismay. He was a strange guy, but fascinating at the same time. How could one be so brazen as to think that this was an appropriate cooking method? You sighed and stood, walking over to him and touching his arm. He jumped at your cool touch and grinned awkwardly.

"Hey, uh...D'you need somethin'?" he asked as his face acquired a dusting of pink along the cheekbones.

"Do you want some help with that?" you said with a chuckle, barely touching him as you gently took the blowtorch from his hand. "You know what Sebastian will say if he sees you doing this again..."

Bard chuckled too, and rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. "Yeah, I know..." he muttered, sighing a little as he did so. "He nags me about it all the time..."

"But you have to admit that he has a point," you said with a giggle, jabbing him gently in the chest. He laughed again, softly, and nodded his head.

"Alright, fine," he said. "You can help, but only so I don't get in trouble, ya hear?"

"Oh yes, of course," you said in a teasing tone of voice. "Always looking out for Number One, aren't you?"

Bard heard your tone of voice and knew why you had used it on him. It was fun to play games, after all, and you knew that he liked your company. "Always," he teased back, handing you a knife. "You can help me dice these vegetables,"

"Sure," you said with a grin, taking the implement from him and starting on the veggies that he'd just slid across the counter top in your direction. You had been working for a few minutes in silence when Bard suddenly turned back to you from what he was doing and smiled.

"Thanks, by the way. This really will save me from getting yelled at again..." he said, blushing again but only a little.

"No problem," you said sweetly, smiling back up at him equally so. He was very nice to you, as were the others, and you had found true friends in all of them.

"But hey, if you keep helping me out like this I'll be able to show you how to use a blowtorch too," he chuckled, obviously joking with you. You laughed out loud as you continued chopping vegetables, and in your amusement neither you nor Bard noticed the other person in the room with you. They had opened the door extremely quietly, and so you got quite a fright when you eventually heard Sebastian's voice.

"I sincerely hope that you were joking when you said that," he growled, thinking that Bard had been serious about the blowtorch tutorial. Bard whirled around to face the butler, as did you, and you both stared at him in surprise.

"How long have you been there?" said Bard, furrowing his brow as he looked at the man. All you could do was stand there and admire Sebastian; his form was proud and strong, and his presence absolutely commanded authority and the undivided attention of others. Especially you--when he was present, your eyes could only be in one place and that was on him. "Anyway, of course I was joking. Wouldn't want this little fairy to get hurt doing daft things, would we?" he went on, looking down at you with fondness in his expression. Sebastian did not smile. In fact, he felt even less pleasure to hear the shy, girly giggle that bubbled forth from your rosy, petal-like lips.

"Fairy?" he thought unhappily, trying to shake the thought from his mind. "Since when has he been in the habit of giving people nicknames?" Sebastian tried not to scowl at Bard as he thought this, unable to cure himself of the awful feeling taking root in the depths of his soul.

"Hmph," he eventually muttered, continuing to stare at you both with disinterested eyes. Forced disinterest, it should be noted. "A little too familiar, don't you think?" he growled, obviously referring to his little name for you. Bard looked at the butler in surprise and shrugged his shoulders out of mild embarrassment.

"I don't know...Do you think it's too familiar, (F/N)?" he asked, glancing at you. You looked up and shook your head in an attempt to reassure him.

"Of course not; it's fine," you said simply, returning to your task of peeling and chopping all of the vegetables given to you. Bard was about to ask Sebastian about why he would make such a comment as that which he had just mentioned, but when he turned back to him the butler was gone.

"I wonder what that was all about..." you murmured, busying yourself with your little job. You may have been a household maid--not scullery--but you offered help anywhere around the house where you thought that it might be needed. Bard smirked as he went back to his own task of preparing the meat for the master's evening meal.

"If you ask me, I think he sounded jealous," he replied, nodding his head as though to confirm his own suspicions. You looked up at him in surprise, blinking a few times as if to check that he really was stood there saying such a thing.

"Why would he be jealous?"

"'Cause you're here helping me and not out there helping him, I reckon,"

You didn't say anything in response to that, but you turned back to the vegetables and continued to chop and dice them up. They were already in tiny pieces but that didn't stop you from trying to dice them further. Bard's remark stuck with you and the thought excited you greatly. To think that Sebastian could be jealous of what you were doing, simply helping Bard, filled you with wonder--however unlikely the possibility of Bard's suspicions being correct was.

You let out a deep sigh and went on with your work.

-

Later that evening, you sat around the kitchen table with Bard, Mey-Rin, Finny and Tanaka having a quiet drink before bed. You were sometimes allowed to share a bottle of wine among yourselves, and so tonight happened to be the night that you had all chosen to do so. Except for the fact that Tanaka was drinking herbal tea, as usual, but that was alright of course. You had invited Sebastian to join you that evening but he had politely declined, stating that he still had the young master to attend to.

On the subject of Sebastian, though, Mey-Rin--in her current inebriated state--began babbling about him and how good-looking he was. You could not help but giggle at this point, since you were a little drunk yourself. "Oh please..." slurred Mey-Rin, leaning in towards you slightly. "Don't tell me you don't think he's lovely?"

You laughed and leaned on Bard, retreating away from Mey-Rin. You didn't say anything but took another sip of wine as Bard wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You didn't see him do it, but he winked at Finny from across the table. Finny shouldn't really have been drinking wine at his age, but it was okay because he had...responsible...adults around him.

Just as Bard put his arm around you, Sebastian walked into the kitchen and saw everybody there drinking merrily with each other. It didn't bother him in the slightest that you had all gone on without him--you had asked him to join you before, after all--but it did bother him--greatly--that you were snuggled up against Bard. He glared at the chef, but looked away before anyone could notice.

"Hi, Sebastian!" sang Finny cheerfully. "Would you like a glass of wine?"

"No thank you, Finny," he said, slightly more gently than he was actually feeling. In fact, he was feeling rather violent at this juncture. Just then, Mey-Rin stood up and threw herself at him.

"Oh, come on Sebastian!" she swooned, trying to pull him over to the spare chair at the table. "Just a little? Pleeease? You're not on duty now, are you?"

"I am always on duty," he growled, resisting Mey-Rin's persuasion.

"Oh Sebastian, you should sit back and relax every so often..." you giggled, grinning at him from where you leaned against Bard. "Please have a seat with us,"

"Great. I cannot refuse (F/N), not with a face like hers," he thought to himself, realising that resisting you was futile. You were much too cute, and he couldn't bear to say no to you. "Very well..." he said with a sigh, walking over to sit down in the last available chair. After all, he also didn't want to leave you in the room with these people, especially with Bard so close to you like this...

It then occurred to you that you would try to test out Bard's theory that Sebastian was jealous of your friendship with him. A sly smirk crossed your lips, although nobody saw it, and you began plotting your little experiment. When you had finally come up with what you thought was the perfect course of action, you began to implement it immediately--by drinking more.

Soon enough, you were reeling and giggling like a mad thing. You were just grateful for the fact that, on many occasions, you had been informed that you were an adorable drunk. This was confirmed once again by Bard--conveniently--telling you that you were a "sweet little fairy" and that you were "cute when you're drunk". You giggled and leaned in to whisper to him, very close up.

"Thank you..." you whispered, making sure to get close enough to him that it looked like you were going to kiss him. "You're kinda cute too..." You said it knowing that he wouldn't remember a thing in the morning, and that was good because you didn't want to lead him on.

You could almost feel the heat radiating from Sebastian's body. You didn't know if it was the wine or some kind of emotion affecting him, but you wanted to find out soon...

An hour later, everybody was just about ready to head off to bed. Even though you were quite obviously, and very, drunk you were the one who offered to tidy up before heading off to bed yourself. Everyone staggered out of the room--except for Tanaka who walked normally--and toddled off to bed. You were left with Sebastian, although unknown to you.

"So..." he murmured, coming up behind you and surprising you. You tried to turn around to face him but he trapped you between his body and the worktop, placing his wine glass next to the others. "...What is going on with you and Bard?" he growled. You could just about hear the faintest of drunken slurs in his voice, but he was still very much in control of himself. You admired him that, too.

"Nothing," you said, teasing him with it. It was like a bone to a dog, and you could wave it around in front of his face as much as possible before giving in to his questions. "Why?"

"Because it looks, for all the world, as though you are a couple,"

"Well we aren't..."

"Then why were you flirting with him?"

"Why do you care?" you giggled. You tried to move and accidentally stumbled backwards, bumping into him. He caught you and turned you around to face him for himself this time.

"I just want to know," he growled, pinning you against the kitchen counter. He was so close to you now, and you could positively feel the beast-like instincts emanating from him. You gazed up into his eyes and smirked. You knew what his game was. It was about time that he realised what yours was too...

"Well, I'll stop lying when you stop lying," you whispered, moving your waist ever so slightly in as seductive a motion as you could manage in your current state.

"What do you mean...?"

"I haven't been entirely truthful about why I was flirting with Bard...and you haven't been truthful about why you want to know," you giggled, propping yourself up with your hands behind you on the work surface. Sebastian sighed.

"Why do you think I'm asking?"

"Because you're jealous?" you guessed, grinning cheekily up at him. He smirked down at you and his eyes flashed.

"Got it in one," he growled. "So you were doing it to make me jealous, then?"

"Yes...but I actually wanted to find out if you liked me...Like I like you..." you said, slurring a little. You hiccupped once, covering your mouth as you did so. Sebastian chuckled.

"You are very cute, as he said..." he murmured, leaning in closer to you. "So, you clever little thing...You tricked me into revealing my feelings. Whatever shall I do with you now?"

You trembled as he whispered this to you, before cupping your face with a gloved hand and kissing you softly on the lips. He tasted sweet, like the red wine, and he then gently snaked his tongue into your mouth to caress yours. You squeaked and tried to gasp as he did so, but you were stopped from moving by his hands moving to your hips to hold you in place. He made a little noise as you moaned, appreciating your approval of what was happening.

"If you are not his, then please be mine," he growled, moving his lips to your neck to ravage you there instead.

"O-okay..." you mumbled, consumed with pleasure. You loved him, and the fact that he cared for you too was almost overwhelming.

"Good," he said, in a low, hungry voice. "Now succumb to me,"

Your eyes snapped open in surprise, but he was already working you with his hands. He lifted you into his arms and turned around in order to lie you down on the table. Your breathing was already ragged and your excitement was building even further as he lifted your skirts, returning his lips to yours. "Sebastian...!" you gasped, squirming underneath him as he pushed your underwear aside. You moaned against his lips as he inserted a finger into your body, forcing you to writhe beneath his amazing body.

"You're mine, remember?" he growled, lightly nipping the soft skin of your neck. "So let me give you this pleasure..."

You gasped as he inserted another finger and made a beckoning motion with them, eliciting from you a helpless little cry of desire.

"Absolutely adorable..." he chuckled, manipulating your body in exactly the way he knew that you needed it to be. You didn't know what to do now, other than lie there and take it. After all, he was much too strong to rebel against, and it wasn't as though you wanted to anyway. He leaned in to kiss you again, and you felt yourself beginning to enter the end zone, the point where you would be easy to push over the edge. He brought you there very quickly indeed...

You gasped and prepared yourself to slip into the abyss of pleasure, but suddenly the pleasure stopped. Sebastian let go of you and, with one last teasing, lingering kiss on the lips, he straightened up and smirked at you. You whined desperately for him, for the gift that he could give you, but you realised immediately what he was doing.

"Two can play the teasing game..." he growled, winking at you from underneath his raven-black fringe. You smirked back at him and chuckled.

"I'll remember that," you said. "Watch out,"

"I wouldn't have it any other way,"

Notes:

Hello everyone!

This chapter was a request, so I hope that it was alright at least! I'm also beginning work today on a couple of other requests that I've received, so there will be a few new works on the way! ^-^

- SooperChicken

Chapter 6: While You Sleep: Sebastian Michaelis x Reader

Summary:

Tonight is another one of those bitterly cold nights where, no matter how hard you try, you just cannot get warm enough to go to sleep.

Not unless a certain someone is there to help you...

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

You tossed and turned violently in your bed, blankets and sheets entangling themselves with your limbs. You grabbed at your pillows, at the bedclothes, at anything that could offer you some comfort in the terrible situation that you were in. You were lost, constantly falling through an abyss of utter blackness, and as you fell trailing tendrils from rugged old trees passed you by. You kept reaching out to grab them, to save yourself, but you just kept falling. You didn't know what was going on, really, but you did know that you had been wandering aimlessly in a forest of some description, finding yourself delving deeper and deeper into the emerald green unknown.

And then you were falling. The leafy ground gave way beneath you, and allowed you to drop down into this enormous gap below the ground. It was like falling into an enormous, gaping cave below the woodland, and you could see nothing but the light of the world above you and the boughs of the old trees teasingly offering you salvation. Then, as you were thinking that these were the only things that you could see, you saw something rising up quickly to meet you. The bedrock was flying towards you, and there was nothing you could do to slow yourself down. You were going to crash into it, hard, and you saw no way of surviving such a fall.

*Thud*

"Ahhhhhhhh!!" you screamed, sitting bolt upright in bed. You were trembling, shaking uncontrollably and you were shivering too. Your forehead had broken out into a cold sweat and you clutched at your knees, not knowing what to do with yourself. You looked all around the room and saw nothing but the bluish glow of the moon shining through the window and the flickering flame of the lone candlestick on your bedside table.

Suddenly you heard a click off to your left and your head snapped in that direction to look at the source of the noise. Your heart nearly stopped beating with relief as you saw Sebastian standing there. So you were not still having that horrific dream, and it wasn't real after all. You couldn't believe how glad you were of that fact.

"(F/N)?" he said, calling your name into the relative darkness. Of course, you knew that he could see you even with minimal light to aid him. "Are you alright? I thought I heard you screaming...?" he went on, speaking gently as he came closer to you.

"I-I was..." you stuttered, unable to come to terms with how real that nightmare had felt. You knew that it was ridiculous, and not the worst kind of dream that you could have had, but hitting the ground had felt so eerily real... "I had a nightmare..." you admitted with embarrassment.

Sebastian smiled at you in the darkness. You really were adorable, as he had always thought you were. But this was yet another thing that confirmed his opinion of you. "It's alright now..." he whispered, attempting to soothe your agitated soul. He sat down on the bed next to you and reached out, touching your soft (H/C) hair with the tips of his fingers. "I'm here..."

You didn't know why, but having Sebastian say that rather than anybody else was the most reassuring thing that you could possibly hear. You let out a deep, quiet sigh and relaxed into his touch. "Thank you..." you murmured, wishing that he would stay there with you until you went back to sleep. You knew, though, that it was not proper and also not possible. He had to patrol the house, to make sure that nothing happened overnight.

"Anything for you," he said kindly. You knew that to be sweet was uncharacteristic of him, yet around you he always seemed to offer you such warmth and kindness. It filled your heart with joy, and almost melted it at the same time. Just between the two of you, it was clear that you had feelings for each other. You didn't know what you had done to attract the attention of and win the affections of a demon, but you were simply happy to accept the fact because it was Sebastian. You loved him unconditionally as he loved you.

"Lie down," he whispered, encouraging you to take the first steps back to dreamland. And this time, you felt as though he was going to be the one to lead you back to the good side of dreamland, and not the sinister side.

"Sebastian...I'm scared," you whimpered, worried about having another nightmare. They really were awful, especially when they were as vivid as they had been earlier that evening.

You heard him chuckle lightly in the darkness. "You don't have to be," he purred, gently stroking your cheek with his index finger. "Because I am here,"

"But what about when you leave?" you mumbled fearfully. It was rather unlike you to be afraid at night, but your nightmares had been so frequent and so lifelike tonight that you really were reluctant to go back to sleep. You could just about make out Sebastian's gorgeous smile in the faint candlelight.

"I won't leave," he said. "I promise,"

You nodded, hearing your hair rubbing on the pillow behind your head. You knew that Sebastian probably was going to have to leave you at some point, but at least if he promised that he wouldn't you knew he wouldn't be going for quite some time. You tried to relax into the mattress, but your heart and soul were put at ease--your mind was quite shocked, though--as Sebastian laid down next to you, wrapping you in his arms.

"Go to sleep, my love," he whispered, stroking your hair as he cuddled you. You couldn't believe just how much he satisfied needs that you didn't know you had; without realising it--before now--you had been desperate for the warmth that only another person, specifically Sebastian, could provide. And to feel that warmth, the best thing for it was a cuddle. You felt him kiss the top of your head, and before you knew it you were drifting back off to sleep without reservation. You felt safest with him, safer than you had in a long time.

-

You woke up in the morning to see the bright light of dawn streaming through the window and you blinked a couple of times to get yourself used to it. You no longer felt Sebastian's arms around you, which disappointed you, but you understood why he had to go. You rolled over onto your other side, and came face-to-face with something you never expected to see.

There was Sebastian, still there with you, seemingly quietly napping next to you. You didn't realise that demons slept, and you wondered why he had chosen last night of all nights to do so. You also wondered when the last time he had slept was. He was positively adorable in slumber, so vulnerable and so innocent. You could easily imagine what he must have looked like when he was a boy. You chuckled quietly to yourself; the image you had in your head of little Sebastian was absolutely delightful.

Just then he opened his eyes and blinked slowly, confirming your suspicion that he had been asleep. He smiled sleepily at you, which you returned. "Good morning," he said, slowly reaching out to touch your cool hand. "How did you sleep?"

"I slept well after you came..." you told him, shuffling back towards him for another cuddle. He readily obliged and chuckled as you snuggled up against him like a puppy. He didn't have to be fond of dogs to be fond of the affection and devotion that you showed towards him in much the same way as one would. "Thank you," you whispered, deeply grateful for his company.

"Of course," he replied, resting his cheek on your head. "I promised that I wouldn't leave you,"

"You did..."

"I watched you for quite some time before you--somehow--managed to lull me off to sleep as well," he admitted, blushing slightly although you could not see it. He wasn't sure how you would take his confession of watching you while you slept, but to his relief you simply giggled.

"That's sweet," you murmured, nuzzling into his strong chest. "Who knew you could be such a romantic?"

He chuckled again and rubbed your back gently with his hand. "Only you," he said, and you sighed happily.

"Your secret's safe with me, Sebastian..." you whispered, giggling softly once more. You wanted to stay this way forever, but until a better chance came your way--when he didn't have duties to attend to--you were set on enjoying the time you had now.

Notes:

Hi everyone!

I don't really know what to write in this end note...Just hope you had a good Monday! ^-^

- SooperChicken

Chapter 7: Something Sweet...and Almost Kind: Sebastian Michaelis x Maid!Reader

Summary:

A wintry day at the bucolic Phantomhive Estate provides the perfect opportunity for you and the other servants to take some time out for yourselves and have a day of fun!

Maybe you will ALL get to go out and play...

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Thick, white snowflakes floated gently past the windows, igniting the excitement that one has in their heart for the fun that winter could bring. The windows had been made steamy by the contrast of the manor's warm interior and the world beyond's bitter coldness, and so you had to use your sleeve to wipe a face-sized circle in the condensation. It helped on the inside, of course, but there was nothing that could be done for the time being for the frost on the outside.

You sighed softly to yourself. It had been a long time since you'd seen snow like this, blanketing the countryside as it did. Everything was white as far as the eye could see, but the thoughts that consumed the main part of your mind, those that were most at the fore, were of your chores. You had plenty to be getting on with, and it wouldn't get done any faster if you were stood around at the windows moping about how you would love to play in the snow. You turned back to the table, and continued to fold the clean, dry linens.

Finny walked into the kitchen where you stood folding the laundry, and when you looked up you saw immediately that he was dressed for the outdoors. But of course he was, you thought; he was the gardener, after all. His job meant that he had to be outside. But then it occurred to you that perhaps he was unable to do his work today because of all the snow.

"Hello, Finny," you said sweetly, wondering why he was in there with you. "What brings you in here?"

"It's too snowy outside to do anything in the garden..." he said, almost mournfully. But then he beamed over at you, seemingly because he wasn't upset about it in the slightest. "Maybe the young Master will let us play outside later!"

You smiled at him and his innocence. You were hopeful as well, but you didn't want to think about it too much. There wasn't much chance of you finishing all of your chores today...Perhaps tomorrow your schedule would be a little less hectic. Again, you could only hope. "Perhaps he will," you said, humouring the young gardener. You smiled kindly at him, and kept on folding the sheets awaiting attention in the basket beside you.

"Oh, hi Bard!" Finny sang, seeing the chef walking into the kitchen. "Are you busy too?"

"Not me," said Bard, smiling in a manner that could almost be described as triumphant. "Young Master's had his lunch already; apparently he's got a lot of work to be getting on with, so he had an early start, too,"

You smiled to yourself, thinking of how lucky Bard and Finny were. They didn't have anything to do for once, and it was all purely circumstantial. You wished that it could have been the same for you and Mey-Rin, but since you were both basically 'maids-of-all-work', you didn't have much of a choice in what you got handed to you. You just had to get on with it, and there were very few circumstances that allowed for a break in your usual duties.

A snow-day certainly wasn't one of them.

"You alright there, (F/N)?" said Bard, glancing over at you from where he stood. He was a fair distance from you, but he made his offer nevertheless. "D'you want some help with that?"

You looked up in surprise and smiled shyly at him. "U-um...I don't mind..." you initially stuttered. Then, "If you wouldn't mind helping me a little, I certainly wouldn't either..."

Bard grinned at your timidness. Your face was bright pink at the thought of being offered help, as well as the thought of accepting it. You were normally so independent, but today was so cold that it was really beginning to affect you. As much as you wanted to play in the snow, you knew that it would make your hands so cold that they would hurt. In the kitchen, it was incredibly cold without the fire blazing. Your knuckles were almost white, and the skin of your hands almost grey with cold.

"I certainly wouldn't mind helping you," he said, moving over to where you stood in order to give you the help he had offered. "How are we doing this, then?" he asked, looking at the neat pile of linens beside you, to ascertain how you were folding them. He gave a quick nod and then pulled another sheet out of the basket to begin folding it in the same way as you had for the rest.

"Thank you..." you said quietly, wishing that you weren't so cold. If you were warmer, you wouldn't have had to accept his help. You knew that, because he had suggested helping you in the first place, it was of no inconvenience to him but you still felt as though you were somehow a burden. That was when you were suddenly interrupted in your task by Mey-Rin bursting through the door, puffed out and red in the face from running to fetch you all.

"What's the matter, Mey-Rin?" said Finny, looking at her with slight concern. She often bombed around the house like this, so it wasn't anything new, but this time she had clearly been in a rush to get to the kitchen to find the rest of you.

"Master wants to see us all in his office right away...!" she panted, bending over slightly to put her hands on her knees for support while she recovered herself.

"O-oh..." stammered Finny. "We've gotta go, then!" he then announced, rushing out of the door ahead of the rest of you. You smiled and folded the last sheet that you had in hand and put it on the pile before taking the one that Bard had done for you and placing it with the others too. You thanked him once again for all the help and made your way out of the kitchen with him and Mey-Rin alongside you.

-

You, Bard, Finny, Mey-Rin and Tanaka all stood in the centre of Ciel's office awaiting his address of you. Sebastian stood nearby, and it was all you could do not to keep looking at your love interest. He looked impeccable as usual, and every time you saw him your heart leaped for joy at how handsome he was. Your mind wandered to thoughts of all the times that you had spent together--alone--and you could not help yearning for more of that in the future. Soon, if possible. He had smiled softly at you as you entered the Earl's study. It made you incredibly happy, but you couldn't let that show too much...

"Right," said Ciel, commanding everyone's attention. "Now that you are all present, I would like to inform you that Miss Elizabeth will be visiting later on in the afternoon. Due to the weather, it seems unlikely that we will be able to do very much outside,"

You all remained still and quiet. None of you were entirely certain of where this was going.

"That being said, I want you all to have the rest of the day off. You may do with your free time as you wish," Ciel went on. He met your gaze as he finished his little speech, and it was almost as if he could feel the excitement radiating from your person. You were positively thrilled that you would get the chance to play in the snow, especially before it hardened and became that terrible grey, hard, icy slush.

A snowball made of that slush was very painful when it connected with a body. That was a lesson that you had learned many, many moons ago.

"Thank you so much, Master!" you all cried out in unison, a few of you clapping your hands together in happiness. Ciel did not smile, but from him you could feel the satisfaction emanating.

"Yes, well..." he said, growing slightly embarrassed at all the attention for being 'generous'. "...You are all dismissed for now," He made a slight wave with his hand and you all smiled brightly, bowing to him politely before leaving. Before you exited the room, however, you allowed yourself one longing glance over your shoulder at Sebastian. You wished that he could join you...

-

Everyone hurried back to the servants' quarters to change into their outdoor winter clothing. You were all very eager to get outside in the snow and start playing. You had promised Finny that you would help him build a snowman, and Bard had vowed to be the one to provide the carrot for Mr. Snowman's nose. You were grinning like a happy child and you simply couldn't wait to hear the snow crunching beneath your feet.

You all rushed outside and everyone cheered happily to be out in the cold, crispy garden. You all knew where the flowerbeds and shrubberies were, so there was no danger of you trampling them in their fragile, frozen state. You immediately hurried over to where Finny was desperately beginning to roll a snowball around on the white blanketed grass. That would be the snowman's body. Meanwhile, Mey-Rin had dived into the snow on her back and was making a snow angel, and Bard was busy sitting in the snow making an enormous round of snowballs that would've been fit for medieval ballistae. Apparently he liked to put a few stones in them, which was alarming...

-

"You want to go out as well, don't you?" said Ciel, watching Sebastian as he stood at the window. Sebastian was a little startled, but he didn't let it show. Apparently his watching the scene unfolding in the garden had been a little less discreet than he would have liked...

"What do you mean, my Lord?" he asked in response.

Ciel chuckled quietly to himself. "I know what you're like when she's involved. Just go," he said, fully prepared to let Sebastian off for the afternoon as well.

"Sir?"

"You might not be one to play in the snow, Sebastian, but I know a look of longing when I see one," said the boy with a smirk. "Go on, I said,"

Sebastian smiled slightly to himself before turning back to his master. "Thank you, Young Master," he said, bowing deeply to him. He had been looking forward to spending some more...casual time with you, even if that meant being around the other servants at the same time. He left the room and went to get his coat.

-

"Ahh!" you screamed, diving out of the way of an incoming snowball sent flying from Bard's direction. You were grateful for the fact that he had decided not to lace any of them with stones this time. "Ha! You missed!" you laughed, pointing a gloved finger at the chef and jeering at him.

"Oh, don't get cocky!" he jibed back, winking at you. He hurled another one at you, but that one missed too. You were too good for him, really. You were very quick, and you'd hit him--and Finny, who was on his team--several times. Mey-Rin had missed nearly all of her own shots--she was on your team and had only managed to hit a window and poor Tanaka sitting by sipping tea--but you more than made up for that.

The game continued for several more minutes, when suddenly Bard leaped out of the way of two snowballs that you had sent soaring in his direction. You missed him, but you didn't miss the person standing behind him.

"Oh my goodness, Sebastian!" you cried, running over to him. The game stalled, momentarily, while you rushed to see if he was alright. Of course, you knew that he would be but you still felt pretty lousy for hitting him right in the face with a wad of snow. "Are you okay?!"

You rose up on tiptoes to brush the snow off him and out of his face and silky black hair. He was strikingly dark in contrast to the bright white snow. "I'm fine," he said, smirking slightly from under his now slightly damp fringe.

"Oh...That's good then. Phew," you said, panting a little from both exerting yourself in the game and also from worrying about him. Just then, you were faced with an enormous, cold face-full of snow. Sebastian chuckled, having been the one to literally rub it in your face. "H-hey!" you spluttered, brushing the snow out of your eyes. You glared at him from behind the veil of snow in your face.

"I was just getting my own back..." he growled cheekily, knowing that it would get you started. You loved him so much; you were just thrilled that he was allowed to come out here and be with you, as well as the fact that he wanted to.

"You'll pay for that...At least mine was an accident!" you protested playfully, prodding him in his strong, toned torso. You laughed then, and kicked up a cloud of powdery snow before fleeing from him, using it as a smokescreen for your escape.

Sebastian laughed and rolled his eyes in jest. He glanced at the others and grinned. "Continue without us," he said, before running after you. All he had to do was follow your footprints, but even if you hadn't left a trail he still would've been able to find you. That was why he was surprised when he couldn't, and you vanished.

"(F/N)?" he said, calling out your name. His voice sounded louder, and echoed better now that everything was covered in snow. You shivered slightly from where you crouched behind a low wall, snowball in hand. You loved the thrill of hiding from someone, and waiting for them to inevitably find you. Eventually. Suddenly you popped up from behind the wall, deciding not to prolong the situation any longer. You wanted to be with Sebastian, after all. What was nicer was the fact that he didn't seem to be bothered about clearly indicating to the others that it was you who he wanted to be with the most.

The snowball left your hand and went sailing through the air, exploding in a cloud of powdery white as it connected with the side of Sebastian's head. You laughed out loud as he chuckled and dusted himself off, and you both walked up to each other.

"Very well done," he said, genuinely praising you for your spectacular skills of stealth and your expert aim. Besides that, you had managed to give a demon the slip. He liked that about you. "Now. I believe that you owe me an apology..."

You looked up at him with great curiosity and confusion, wondering what on Earth he was on about. You asked him as much, and he simply leaned in and kissed your cold lips, warming them instantly with his. You melted into it, like the snow would thaw in the eventual sunshine, and kissed him back as passionately as you could. You adored him, and you could feel the sentiment reciprocated in this loving gesture.

"So...what exactly was I apologising for?" you asked, when you finally parted from each other. Sebastian smirked at you, but his eyes remained tender as they beheld you.

"For hitting me with that first snowball," he said with a nonchalant shrug of the shoulders. Then, with a cheeky grin, he said, "You asked if I was alright, but you never did apologise,"

"Because you covered me with snow straight after!" you teased, smiling back at him. You feigned indignation, and went on. "I think that you were planning to hit me with snow first, and that was why you had snow in your hand when I reached you,"

"You can see right through me," he growled playfully, smiling down at you. He absolutely adored you, and in this wintry setting you were only more beautiful to him. "In that case, I will apologise as well," he added, kissing you again. Snow continued to fall all around you, and Sebastian eventually moved with you to sit on the wall behind which you had chosen to hide. He sat down on the wall itself, while he insisted that you sit on his lap so that you didn't get wet or cold.

There was no need for words now, and as you perched on his lap he held you close to him with his arms wrapped warmly and protectively around your body. You rested your head against his, and everything was quiet now as you were well away from the cheering and shouting coming from the other servants. It was just you and Sebastian, and the tumbling crystal snowflakes.

Notes:

Hello, pretty people!

Ever so sorry for not posting a new chapter just recently...I've been so busy with everything that I just ended up not having time to do one! But here is Chapter Seven at last, and I hope it's enjoyable!

Much love! <3

- SooperChicken

Chapter 8: Hot Mess: Sebastian Michaelis x Maid!Reader

Summary:

Spending a night having a drink with Sebastian and the other servants, you find yourself being drawn into a drinking spirit that is somewhat...feistier than what you're used to.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

You sipped at your glass of red wine, still rather delicately for someone who had consumed at least six generous glasses beforehand. You laughed along with the other servants, both at their jokes and their antics.

But, although one-quarter focused on them, you were three-quarters distracted by Sebastian, who had actually decided to join you all this evening without hesitation.

You wondered if it had something to do with your...recent closeness. It made your heart pound to think that it might.

After a short while laughing along with the others--Finny and Bard's brotherly shenanigans were hard not to find amusing--your eyes flicked briefly to Sebastian, only to find that he was watching you. You blushed and looked away, unsure of whether he would find a staring contest peculiar, even though you had engaged in a fair bit more than just that.

He grinned, loving every second that he spent taking in your adorable features--including that sweet little blush painting your cheeks pink. He loved that he was the only one who could make you do that, to that extent.

Even with the rose-tinted spectacles that came with intoxication, he adored how absolutely gorgeous you were. No questions asked. You were radiantly beautiful and he didn't care that you were human and he was not; he delighted in loving you.

He didn't like the way that Bard would still flirt with you, though. In fact, he loathed it. It made his skin crawl to even think that he considered himself to be in with a chance at having you in his arms.

"No," he thought resolutely. "It would never come to that,"

It was a shame that he couldn't teach the man a lesson in not trying to seduce another man's beloved. He couldn't reveal to everyone that you were on more intimate terms--not yet, anyway.

Sebastian smiled as you giggled again, hiccuping as you so often did when you had been drinking. It was so easy to intoxicate you; it took, perhaps, one glass of wine to get you giggling, and possibly two more to have you reeling.

He wondered how many more it would take to get you to take leave of your senses altogether.

"Hey, Shebastian!" slurred Bard, raising his glass to the butler. Sebastian turned to him with one eyebrow raised, wondering what the fool was going to say.

"Yes...?" said Sebastian, taking care not to reveal his own level of drunkenness. It wasn't usual for a demon to consume human food or beverages, so he hadn't expected to be as much of a lightweight as you were. Although, that being said, he didn't mind that much.

He just didn't want anyone to know, that was all.

"Ain't (F/N) cute, blushin' like that?" chuckled the chef, tipping his glass towards you as though gesturing to whom he was talking about.

Sebastian's eyes widened a little, and you blushed even harder, neither of you realising that anyone had even noticed. You tried to hide your face, but that only made things worse.

"Aww, come on, (F/N)!" cooed Mey-Rin, giggling at your shyness. Even she was too inebriated now to care how she was behaving anymore. "Let 'em see you! I'm jealous of your cuteness, yes I am!"

You wanted to laugh at her mannerisms, although they were no different to her usual ones. "I don't want to..." you managed to stutter out, but someone reached across and forced you to look up by cupping your chin with their hand.

You looked up and saw Sebastian gazing deeply into your twinkling (E/C) eyes with his amazing red ones.

"I also want to see you," he purred, seducing you with just an expression. He was absolutely splendid, in every possible way.

"Y-you do?" you stammered, trying to look anywhere but at him. But it was impossible. He was impossible.

"Yes. Now please look at me," he growled, almost losing himself to you. You could be so adorable sometimes that it just made him want to strip you of that innocence. "Ah, yes..." he went on, pretending to think about what Bard had asked him. "I would say that you are very cute indeed...Adorable, even,"

You were certain that your entire face had lit up red, almost dark enough to be the same sanguine hue as the wine you'd been drinking. You didn't know what to do with yourself; he was a master of manipulating you into doing whatever he wanted of you. He didn't do it often, because apparently your day-to-day behaviours and expressions were enough to please him but occasionally he would mess with you and make you blush as much as he possibly could.

He was a wicked man; you had no doubts in your mind about that fact.

Just when you thought that you couldn't be any more embarrassed--or shy--Sebastian leaned in and kissed you deeply upon the lips, drawing from you a contented, lustful sigh. When he pulled away, you felt as though you had been bruised but it only brought you pleasure. The first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was Sebastian smirking victoriously at you, face illuminated by the soft orange light of the many candles around the kitchen.

But then you saw the astounded faces of the other servants around you. Clearly they were also quite unable to believe that they had really just witnessed that recent occurrence, and--putting their jealousy aside--they all began to whoop and cheer, as well as wolf-whistle. Apparently when drunk they enjoyed a bit of a show of affection.

"Hell, I didn't know you felt like that," laughed Bard, rubbing the back of his head with his free hand. He was not going to put that glass of wine down, not under any circumstances.

Sebastian grinned and chuckled, placing his own glass down on the table. It was empty, to the point where not even a drop of wine sat at the bottom. He had drained it dry.

"Yes, of course. How could I not?" he rumbled while still holding you in his red gaze. He was stunning and you were totally under his spell. You blushed again, even hotter than before; you thought that you would faint before long.

"Well, you two had better get a room if you're gonna start that nonsense," chuckled the chef, implying what you knew was on Sebastian's mind. Fortunately for him--and unfortunately for anyone who wanted to keep your company other than him--it was on your mind too and very much at the fore.

"Don't tempt me..." you mewled, addressing Bard but staring at Sebastian seductively. Without thinking, and without considering the consequences, you licked your lips as though craving the handsome, dark-haired man before you.

Which you were, of course, but nobody needed to know that. Apart from him, in time.

The next thing you knew, Sebastian had grabbed you by the wrist and you were both staggering out of the room. Only now did you truly come to terms with how utterly sloshed you were, but you didn't care. Sebastian was almost just as bad, and it nearly reduced you to laughter.

But he was still hell-bent on taking you to bed with him, and that was fine by you.

Meanwhile, Bard, Mey-Rin and Finny were left drinking in the kitchen without a clue as to what just happened. They were all very jealous of what they had just seen, and what they knew was about to happen, but they were just too drunk to care that much. Besides, it would all be forgotten by morning.

But not by you.

As this was happening downstairs in the kitchen, Sebastian was upstairs with you tearing the clothes from your body and his, and strewing them all about his bedroom. He didn't give a damn about anything else now but you and your warm, shapely body.

He wanted every inch of you, and he knew from past experience that you could certainly give that to him.

Even though he was wobbly on his arms due to the alcohol, he still managed to support himself while pinning you beneath him ready for what you knew was about to happen. All you had to do was lie there and beg him, to spur him on a bit. You knew that he wouldn't need much persuasion to make him cave to you.

Soon his hard member was ploughing into you relentlessly and without mercy, driven by his strong hips and libidinous fancies. All he wanted was you, and all you wanted was him. You cried out softly every time his hips collided with yours, skin clapping against skin as he pounded into you again and again.

Each and every time you heard him pant or sigh with pleasure, you grew a little wetter for him. It wouldn't be long now, you thought, until he caused your long-awaited and much-needed release, drowning you in pleasure with those powerful, all-consuming waves of ecstasy.

The first wave washed over you without you even anticipating it. It simply incapacitated you, rendering you unable to move but allowing only cries of joy to pass your damp, rosy lips. Sebastian found the strength and balance to lean down and kiss you, over and over with passion, as his rhythmic thrusting grew uneven and finally his own release came, spilling into you his thick, hot seed. He almost collapsed on top of you, but restrained himself before inevitably and accidentally crushing you if he didn't act before his own body.

Sebastian crashed down beside you, before entangling you in his powerful arms, pulling you into the warmest of embraces that you could only receive from him. You felt as he kissed the back of your head, then your neck, and then finally your shoulder before suddenly he relaxed entirely.

He had fallen asleep, and you knew that your own slumber was not far behind...

-

You awoke the next morning to find Sebastian still lying beside you, one arm still draped sleepily over your body. Even in the deepest of sleeps, he would not cease to protect you with all his might.

And he was very mighty indeed, if the light ache in your hips was anything to go by. You glanced around the room and saw your clothes strewn messily about the place and smiled. It had been a very sudden and wild night for you and your unholy lover.

He stirred beside you and groaned slightly, almost inaudibly. It was such an adorable sound that you could not help but snuggle into him, pulling the bedcovers up to your shoulders and his chest. He reached up and rubbed his eyes with one hand--treating each eye separately--before finally opening them to look at you.

"Good morning..." he said groggily, but he was clearly happy to see you. "How are you feeling?"

"Surprisingly well-rested," you giggled, smiling up at him as you cuddled him. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I was shot in the head again," he grumbled, rubbing his head as though looking for the imaginary bullet's point of entry. You laughed again, a soft, melodic sound.

"Someone's hungover," you teased, tracing some unknown shape on his torso beneath the duvet.

"I know...I don't need to be reminded," he sighed, staring in pain at the ceiling. "How long does it take you people to get over these?"

"Depends on the person," you chuckled. "I don't usually get them, but if you get a bit more sleep and drink some water it should go,"

"I'll just sleep with you for a bit longer, in that case," he whispered sleepily, winding his arms back around you. You couldn't argue with that, but his duties could.

"What about the Young Master?" you said.

Sebastian smirked and pulled you closer to him, holding you ever tighter but not so tight that he would squash you. "He can wait,"

"But...your contract?"

"That can wait too," he chuckled. "Besides, I don't want to remember that for now. I want to remember last night..." he added, sliding a palm over your naked body. You shivered with excitement and smiled as you melted into his embrace. To be one with him was the highlight of every single day.

"Me too..." you said with a happy sigh.

"Not even wine will make me forget the things that we get up to," he purred, laughing gently as he said that. You didn't have to reply--you could feel his assurance to you of that--but you tried to tell him with your body language that you felt the same way.

This was another morning to add to your list of perfect ones--even though you lay with a hungover demon. He was adorable, and nothing would make you think otherwise.

Notes:

Hi there!

So sorry for the huge gap in new chapter uploads! I've been so busy as of late that I just haven't had time to add one-shots as well as keep up with the new story I'm writing...

Hope you enjoy this one, though!

- SooperChicken

Chapter 9: Indifferent: Sebastian Michaelis x Maid!Reader

Summary:

When trouble raises its ugly head, what will happen when you get caught in the thick of it?

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

You made your way through the bustling marketplace, something you had long been used to. It was late in the afternoon and the sky was grey with brooding clouds. A chilly breeze stroked your clothes, blowing your hair out of your face. You didn't have long, you thought, until it was time to return to Phantomhive Manor. And you wanted to be finished with your chores in the city before those clouds broke.

It certainly looked like rain, at any rate. You could almost smell it on the breeze, that watery scent mixed with heavy air.

"I think that's everything..." you said to yourself, dodging a fast-moving passerby. On the churning streets of London, it was every man and woman for themselves. Time and tide stopped for no man, and the tide of shoppers and workers and carriages certainly wouldn't be stopping for the unfortunate soul who stepped into their path. You checked your basket as you walked, making sure to keep out of the way of the busiest looking people.

After a couple of minutes of checking that you had bought everything that the household needed, you realised that you could not possibly check the items at the bottom of the basket without stopping right in the middle of the pavement. You veered off the main street into an alleyway with much lighter foot traffic. In fact, there was nobody there at all. It was a bit gloomy, but you could still see what you were doing.

[lynxgriffin]

DELTARUNE Chapter 2 Thoughts!!!

WOOO OKAY I stayed up WAY too late trying to finish Deltarune Chapter 2 last night!! It took me awhile because I suck at video games, but I finally did it!

While I normally type up commentary as I play first time, I didn’t get the chance to do that here, so I’ll get down all my general thoughts here!

Unspoilery thoughts: loved it, knew I would, will need to replay soon to see what all I missed, and am excited for whatever’s next!

SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 2 under the cut!!

(These are just as I think of them, not in any particular order!)

Okay overall I can see why this took two years and a much larger team to complete, the second chapter is SO much more expansive and heavy on scene-specific animations! It all looks SO GOOD

I already love Susie but now I love her even more, her expressions were SO GOOD

Susie has a (little nubby) tail confirmed?? That’s adorable

Okay this game is definitely reading the chapter 1 data, which I find interesting because I didn’t obtain it through Steam last time

But like, I gave the “Susie eats chalk” response to Noelle last time, and in chapter two she gave Susie the box of chalk, so awwww!

Also I missed Onionsan in my initial computer playthrough, so they didn’t show up this time, just got a moment of Susie and Kris sitting by the river together!

I find it REALLY interesting that while Ralsei is a Darkner, apparently he can jump around to other Dark Worlds whereas other Darkners like Lancer and Rouxls can’t so much…hmmm!

It was so nice to see everyone filling out the town now, though!

Noooo Susie probably doesn’t have her own room at home, awwww

Kris just casually jumping up to the classroom and bringing everyone back tho, perfect

Was right on there being multiple dark worlds in other locations, but honestly that part’s the least surprising to me, that always seemed like a pretty standard path to take!

The werewires were creepy and great; difficult to battle tho

QUEEN IS MY NEW FAVORITE

EVERY LINE OF HERS WAS A+

I’m so glad that I didn’t really go anywhere with Jevil’s line about the Queen in PT; nothing I came up with could’ve topped Queen being an absolute acid trip of an antagonist in this chapter

NOELLE SO SWEET

Her lil’ robot disguise! Her being afraid of mice at first!

I kinda wish we could have had her in the party more? She was super useful as a party member, honestly!

But sadly I guess we’re not gonna get more than the three-person party, awww

B E R D L Y

I cannot believe Berdly basically became incel Falco but also had a sympathetic backstory

Like I laughed a lot at all of Berdly’s expressions and dialogue while also going BERDLY YOU ARE THE WORST

Noelle’s WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? part = A+

I feel like Queen’s relationship with Noelle definitely had some uncomfy parallels with probably how she is dealing with her real mom

I AM NOT GOOD AT PUNCH-OUT AND THERE WAS A LOT OF THAT

I somehow missed the part where Susie is wearing Ralsei’s glasses??? Where is this

Also in general there was a LOT of puzzles and gameplay in the overworld map, which I was bad at but was also very cool

KRIS GET THE BANANA

The dolphin pop-up ads…

I DID NOT LIKE THE SPAMTON GUY

DISCOMFORT THE WHOLE TIME

Apparently he’s also the secret boss for this chapter?? That’s at least if the soundtrack is anything to go by. Maybe I’ll go back and try it on another playthrough, but aaaaagggghhhg

SO MANY GOOD SUSELLE MOMENTS

MY LIL SHIPPER HEART HAS A NICE SERVING AND WANTS MORE

The whole deal with the ferris wheel conversation and just awwwwuuuuuuh

Needs more Susiezilla now too (I picked the “something romantic” option because of course)

MORE PLZ, LET’S DIG DEEPER HERE

Also I cannot believe Susie has (at least) two people crushing on her and is just totally oblivious to it

There’s SO Many interesting HMM moments with Kris and that definitely included the entire acid tunnel of love scene with Kris and Ralsei

Interrupted of course by an appropriately silly Rouxls battle

But man the more we see (or often DON’T see) of Ralsei the more intriguing it gets

LET NOELLE RIDE IN THE TEACUP RIDE WITH SUSIE

I just knew going back to get that chest without Noelle would be something dumb

OKAY I ended up dying a lot to 1) the Mauswheel, and 2) the color-changing butlers?? So I ended up having to do the whole sequence with annoying dog blasting through everything in his path multiple times

I DID feel bad for Berdly during that boss battle where he was werewired; that was nice and body horror-ish

That said… “I NEED A KISS FROM A GAMER GIRL”

The giant mecha boss battle absolutely kicked my ass, though

Like it WAS badass but that took me a LOT of tries to get through

My thrash machine was very GUN’S

Overall the difficulty curve was definitely stepped up from chapter 1!

LOTS MORE DARK WORLD AND KNIGHT LORE FROM RALSEI HERE

And lots of talk about Noelle being pretty important to it, too!

I’m glad I got to bring Susie on the walkaround this time around town!

I AM GOING TO BE YOUR WACKY ROOMMATE NOW

King and Queen’s entire conversation was so hilarious

King just slides over to suck on that sweet, sweet giant hamster water bottle

BUNKER STILL BEIN SUSPICIOUS

Aww the pizzeria is not a creepy mascot Chuck-E-Cheese’s style, tho

Confirmation that Gerson was Alvin’s father! And I feel like there’s a lot we’re missing there, too

Still not allowed to see Papyrus…

Catti’s parents…

I wasn’t expecting this at all, but it feels like they may be introducing way more Lightners to the Dark World with each chapter, since both Noelle and Berdly ended up there?

And if that’s the case, I feel like it’s hinting that Catti and/or Jockington may be next

SUSIE STAYING AT KRIS’S PLACE FOR A SLEEPOVER WAS SO SWEET

IMMEDIATELY UNDERCUT BY KRIS GOING FERAL AGAIN

Like I dunno the whole scenario somehow managed to be both REALLY sinister and very funny at once??

Susie and Toriel are busy laughing and making a pie together, meanwhile Kris just sneaks the hell out and slashes Toriel’s tires because it’s KNIVES OUT TIME

Please let Susie watch more giant monster (and giant human) movies with her friends, she needs this

THAT SAID, THAT ENDING

HMM HMM HMMMMMMMMMM

SO THIS SEEMS TO BE INDICATING THAT KRIS IS THE KNIGHT

Which like…is in fact making SOME KIND OF SENSE in my head overall, but I definitely need more context to see how exactly

Like I’m all “THIS FEELS RIGHT BUT I DON’T KNOW WHY, I NEED MOOOORE”

Considering Ralsei’s reaction to Noelle and Berdly trying to make a new fountain, this definitely seems to be setting up some kind of future confrontation between Kris and Ralsei, which! HMMMM

I THINK IT’S TIME FOR THIS GIF AGAIN

Basically I HAD A GRAND TIME, I NEED TO REPLAY, EXCITED FOR THE REST WHENEVER IT COMES

[writing-blog-iguess]

Hi, can I request a fluff and angst fanfic about Damian x female reader? In which they're into an engagement mainly for business, but Y/N was insecure about it because she's a chubby cinnamon roll (which she didn't realise at all), and she felt left out by the entire Bat family. And so, during a true or dare between entire Batfam and their friends, Jon asked for Damian's type and he reply almost like a hint about Y/N, leaving his teammates wanting to see Y/N. They did later saw her, but somehow one of them said they didn't know Damian would fall into love with this kind of girl, which hurt Y/N unconsciouy and she ended up wanting to end the engagement. Damian chased after her and calm her down with Harley and Ivy Poison stop by and scolding the entire Batfam and League of how much they made their little angel felt leftout and threaten dear Robin that they would hunt him down if he's not gonna say anything clearly!!! AHHHHHH!!!!!!!! I really like Harley Quinn and Ivy Poison!!!!

I'm so sorry for how long this took me, but I couldn't stop thinking about it when I read this request! Anyways, I hope this is what you were looking for and I hope you enjoy it!

Life wasn’t fair, she knew this. Had known this as she grew up. But there was a small part of her that hoped that life would go her way once she was old enough to make her own choices.

But that hope was stomped down when she started high school and her parents planned out her future. The only good thing she got out of it, was that she was allowed to pick her minor when it was time to start university.

Throughout the years, she avoided the questions from the press and her friends when she suddenly became friends with Damian Wayne. The only ones to know about the arranged marriage between the two, were her family and the Wayne’s.

It was in an agreement that when they finished school, they would announce their engagement.

There was nothing wrong with it, but as she started to get to know the Wayne’s, she felt a little out of place. Like there was an inside joke or something that she wasn’t allowed to know. She knew people had secrets, she even had secrets. But sometimes it hurts.

Laugher broke through her thoughts, blinking at her phone. She dialed a friend’s number and brought the phone to her ear. As she waited for them to pick up, she couldn’t help but overhear the group of boys’ conversation.

“I didn’t think he’d actually answer,” someone said, after his laughter died down.

“Well, the rules say he had to answer so,” another said with a shrug.

“I’m more surprised by the type of girls Damian’s into.” She frowned, and watched them from the corner of eye. They must be some of Damian’s friends, she thought.

“You mean like that?” someone asked, gesturing to her. She frowned and furrowed her eyebrows as she listened to them talk.

She hung her head as her mood soured as they continued talking. Okay, so maybe she wasn’t the prettiest looking, but she never thought Damian would be so swallow to go for someone that wasn’t her.

“Pumpkin,” a voice said, shaking her out of her thoughts. “You there?”

“Uh, yeah, yeah I am,” she answered, shaking her head and shifting her eyes forward. “I uh, I’m going to have to do a rain check tonight. Something came up.”

“Sure, I’ll tell Red. Let us know when you can, okay?”

“I will, thanks Harls.”

Later that day, she stood in front of the mirror, turned to look at her body. Okay, so maybe she wasn’t the skinniest or the prettiest person. But she liked to think her personality more then made up her looks.

And well, she never really talked to Damian about it. Why he had agreed to marry her, or at the least, broke it off if she wasn’t someone he wasn’t into.

She tugged her shirt down and sighed. Maybe it was time to end it. It’s been nine years since the start of the engagement, and it wasn’t fair to Damian for being sucked into her parents' deals.

Making up her mind, she brought out some paper and pen and began writing. Once she finished, she stuffed it in an envelope, along with the ring and sealed it. Making a quick decision, she grabbed her keys and left for Wayne Manor.

When she arrived, she spent a few minutes just sitting in the car, wondering if she’d have to talk to Damian. That was the last thing she needed, for him to talk her out of it.

Taking a deep breath, she climbed out of the car and made her way towards the door. She reached out and knocked on the door. She rocked on her feet as she waited, hoping Alfred would be the one to answer.

And her hopes were answered when she saw the family butler standing in the doorway. “Miss L/N, I wasn’t aware that you were dropping by. Shall I go announce that you’re here?”

“That’s okay Allred, I only came to drop something for Damian,” she answered with a small smile.

“I’m afraid he isn’t here at the moment,” he said, and she sighed in relief.

“That’s fine,” she said, and held up the envelope for him to take. “Can you, uh, can you give this to him when he gets back?”

Alfred frowned at the envelope she held, and she looked down. She was getting a little uncomfortable under his stare, and wondered if he'd say something that would change her mind.

“Of course,” he said, taking the envelope from her grasp. “Is there something you’d wish for me to tell him?”

“That’s okay,” she said, looking up to him. He gave her a sad smile and wondered if he knew what was inside. “I’ll, uh, I’ll see you around Alfred. And thank you for everything.”

“My pleasure, Miss L/N. I hope to see you soon,” he replied. She hesitated and stepped forward to give him a hug. He tensed at first and returned it, squeezing her a little tightly. “I’m sure you’ll be missed.”

“Thanks.”

~~

Two weeks.

It’s been two weeks since she wrote the letter, two weeks of ignoring Damian’s attempts to talk. Two weeks of listening to her mother whine about the broken engagement, and her father’s belittling her about how she ruined everything. Two weeks of Harley and Ivy pestering her until she finally told them why.

“But you love him!” Harley exclaimed, moving to sit beside Y/N on the couch. “I don’t understand why you ended it, Pumpkin.”

Y/N rubbed her face and sighed, wishing they would just drop it. But they didn’t and kept going. “Because look at me!” she finally snapped. Moving off the couch, she faced the two and gestured to herself.

“I don’t look like someone Damian would marry! I’m not pretty or…or…I’m not a supermodel. And besides, I feel like I don’t even fit in with the Wayne family. I mean, look at the family. They all have looks and great personalities, they’re fun and adventurous, and their lives are amazing. And then...and then there’s me who’s just boring and average who could care less about adventure. I’m just...meh.”

She paused, wrapping her arms around her waist, trying to make herself small. It’s the first time she said her thoughts out loud. It felt a little freeing, but it still hurt.

“The only reason why we were even engaged was for a stupid business deal my dad struck with Bruce Wayne. I would like to add that Mr. Wayne didn’t even look that interested in the arrangement, and neither did Damian,” she finished, deflating a little. Finally telling someone about the arrangement.

“Oh flower,” Ivy said, standing up and pulling her into a hug. “If he can’t love you for who you are or only cares about looks, then he doesn’t deserve you. You should marry for love, so you made the right choice.”

She rested her head on Ivy and sighed. “But it wouldn’t have been a loveless marriage,” she whispered, “I love him, it would make it a one-sided loveless marriage.”

She felt Harley join the hug and she closed her eyes as tears started to form.

“You never cared about your looks before,” Harley mused, playing with Y/N’s hair. “What brought this on?”

Y/N opted to stay quiet and shook her head. Ivy called her name and she sighed. She knew they wouldn’t stop until she answered, and she was afraid of what they would do. This time, Harley called her name, but firmer. “Okay fine, but you can’t do anything stupid.”

Harley scoffed and pulled away to poke Y/N’s nose. “When have I ever?” She gave Harley a look and she just giggled. “Okay, so maybe there were a few times but I’m not letting you off the hook. So, spill.”

She rubbed her face and groaned. “I overheard Damian’s friends talk about how they couldn’t see him falling in love with someone like me. And they're right, I’m fat, and plain looking.”

“You are not fat,” Ivy said, narrowing her eyes. “You’re a little chuddy yes, but you're healthy and that’s all anyone can ask for.”

“What she said,” Harley agreed as she walked out of the room. She came back a moment later with her mallet. “Come on Red, we’ve got work to do.”

“What? No!” she called as the two made their way to the door. “You promised!” But it fell on deaf ears as she watched her two parental figures leave the apartment. Mumbling a string of curses, she took out her phone and sent out a message.

Damian ignored everyone in the room, and frowned at his phone. He stared at the two words like it was mocking him. It’d been two weeks of silence from her and the first words she sends him is I’m sorry?

Scoffing, he typed out a reply and just before he could press send, the door slammed open.

There was a collective gasp around the room as they watched two of Gotham’s sirens walk into the living room.

“Man, and here I thought we were going to have a quiet night,” Garth complained, leaning back against the couch.

“That’s what you get when you say ‘sure is a quiet night,’” Jon mocked, Garth made a face at him but chose not to say anything.

“What do you want, Harley?” Bruce asked tiredly. Damian had a faint feeling that this isn’t the first time Harley barged into the manor.

Harley pointed her mallet at the boys and smirked as they squirmed a little. Damian narrowed his eyes, wondering if there’s going to be a fight or not.

“A little birdie told me that you are making fun of girls like Y/N,” she said. Damian’s eyes widened in surprise. They knew Y/N? But she’s never mentioned that. But then again, there are things he hasn’t told her yet.

“Y/N?” Wally asked, confused. He wasn’t the only one, one look around the room told Damian that no one knew who she was talking about. “Don’t know who that is.”

“Mhm, that’s okay. She knows who you are though. And she’s told us what you’ve said,” Harley continued, “about how you don’t see Damian marrying someone who’s chubby, who is a bit self-conscious about who they are. Which leads me…” she trailed off and pointed her mallet at the Wayne boys.

They narrowed their eyes and watched closely to see what she might do next. Their eyes were especially on Ivy. She hasn’t said much during Harley’s speech. But her glare spoke volumes.

“Why is it whenever Y/N comes home from hanging out with Damian and everyone here, she’s sad?” Harley asked, and the boys widened as they realized who they were talking about.

“You’re talking about Y/N? Damian’s fiancé?” Jason asked. Wally, Gath and Jon’s head whipped around to look at Damian.

“You’re engaged?!”

Damian chose to ignore them and narrowed his eyes at the two. “What do you mean she’s sad? And how do you know?”

“Exactly that,” Ivy said with a shrug. “She didn’t tell us until today, but we knew there was something wrong. Said that she felt like she didn’t fit in, like you just didn’t care that she was there.”

Okay, so she didn’t say it in so many words, but that’s what Ivy got out of it.

She watched and listened as the Wayne boys tried to defend themselves. She raised her hand and they stopped talking.

“Is that why she ended the engagement?” Damian asked.

“She did what?” Damian’s brothers asked in unison. He didn’t answer and Ivy nodded.

“Better go fix it, baby bird,” Harley said, pointing at Damian.

Not needed to be told twice, Damian stood and left, ignoring the protest of his friends and family. He chuckled when he heard the groans of everyone as Harley and Ivy started their lecture on why you shouldn’t talk bad about people you don’t know.

It’s been twenty minutes since Ivy and Harley left, and she can’t help but wonder what they’re doing. She had almost followed them, but decided against it. She’ll wait until they get back for the answers.

A knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts, and she looked up from her book in confusion. Harley and Ivy would have just walked in, and she wasn’t expecting anyone to come over.

Setting the book on the couch, she got up and made her way to the door. Her eyes narrowed as she saw who it was through the peephole. She bit her lip and debated on whether or not she should open the door.

“I know you’re in there, Y/N,” Damian said. He sounded tired, like he hasn’t been sleeping lately. “Can I come in, please? We need to talk.”

Sighing, she unlocked the door. He looked as tired as he sounded. She stepped aside and waited until he was inside before closing the door.

“You didn’t tell me you knew Harley and Ivy,” he said after a few minutes of silence. She shrugged, keeping her attention on the door as she answered him.

“I met them when I was in grade 10,” she mumbled, “was running from someone and I asked for their help. Since then, they’ve kind of adopted me.”

“Do your parents know?”

She shook her head. “I don’t think they would care.”

Damian snorted, turning around to look at her. She was still refusing to look at him. “I think they would care if their only daughter was hanging around with Gotham’s most wanted.”

“No, I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t,” she argued. “They were the ones who signed my life away. I mean, the whole engagement was because of a business deal.” She hadn’t meant to, but she let the bitterness seep into her voice. “Whatever, it doesn’t matter anyways.”

Damian flinched as she dismissed it, and reached out to grab her arm. She tensed but didn’t pull away, Damian took that as a good sign, and turned her around. She let him, but kept her gaze on his chest.

“My friends are stupid,” Damian stated, surprising her. “We were playing truth or dare and I was asked what my type of a girl was. I didn’t think your first meeting with them would end our engagement. I wished you would have talked to me about it though, instead of that.”

She hung her in shame. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I just, I don’t know. On top of what your friends said, and the whole arranged marriage thing, I didn’t want to marry someone who doesn’t love me back.”

She froze when she realized what she said. She shut her eyes, and covered her face with her hands, willing the flush on her cheeks to go away. But it didn’t.

“You love me?” Damian asked, and she could hear the smirk. She didn’t say anything, she just nodded. “Why didn’t you say anything?” She shrugged. Damian huffed out a laugh, and gently pried her hands off her face. When she still didn’t look up, he grabbed her chin and tilted her head up. “I love you too.”

Her eyes snapped open, and she stared at him dumbfounded. He gave her a soft smile and leaned forward a little, resting his forehead on hers. “I love the way you are now, and I wouldn’t change anything about you.”

“Do you really mean that?” she asked quietly. So quietly, he almost didn’t catch it. He nodded.

“With all my heart.”

She looked at him, looking to see if he was lying. When all she found was the truth, she closed the distance and kissed him. She bundled up his shirt as he cupped her cheeks gently. She put all her love into that kiss, and he eagerly matched her pace.

When they needed air, she pulled back and smiled when he followed after her.

“So, does that mean we can get married now?” Damian asked. She pretended to think about it, and he poked her sides a little.

“I guess so,” she answered with a laugh. He pulled her into a hug, which she returned, nuzzling her face in his shirt. “Are we still waiting until we’re done with school?”

“Would give us time to get to know each other. Really get to know each other,” he added when she was about to say something. “And maybe this time around, you’ll feel like you fit in with my family.”

“Wow, they left nothing out, did they?” she questioned. Damian chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “I love you, Damian.”

“I love you too.”

[yourstruly-caycay]

A Simp

Summary: Imagines Poseidon, Loki, Hermes, and Thor seeing you simp for an anime character to the point you always compliment the fictional character and have their body pillow. (This won’t be in order)

Part 1

Hermes

You’re a goddess, and married to Hermes, yet you somehow attracted for a fictional character?

He’s almost surprise that the character you simp for is almost similar to him. If he remember the name, it’s actually Sebastian Michaelis.

When you watch Black Butler, you always compliment Sebastian whenever he did something cool, like: 

“Sebastian, you’re so awesome!”

“Omg, you’re so hot.”  

“Go go Sebastian, yay!” 

Plus, you even have his body pillow. Which you always hug it every night.

At first, Hermes wouldn't really care because it's just a fictional character and it’s ridiculous to be jealous of it.

But days goes by, you always compliment at how gentleman Sebastian is — literally everything he did just make you compliment him because he’s just that cool.

To the point Hermes feel annoyed.

Seriously, what’s something in this Sebastian guy that make you compliment him? What’s even cool about him? 

From that day, Hermes sometimes watching you watch the show again and see everything that Sebastian did. 

He’ll secretly try to do the same thing Sebastian did to make you compliment him, but shh, is a secret.

It all start when you see him suddenly waking you up with breakfast, and he seems to be even more gentleman (?) 

I mean, you know that your husband is a gentleman type, but to the point where he almost serve you everything feels a bit too much for you. 

This feels like your husband is a butler and you feel bad for this. 

You’re in a bed with him, having a rest together after a long tiring day. This can be a right time for you to ask him. "Hermes, is it me or you've been acting strange lately?" 

“There’s nothing wrong about me, darling.” 

Yeah, you’re not believing what he said, you try to recall the memory whenever he serving you, “Did he act like Sebastian?” You thought, but why would he do that? Is it true that he might be jealous?

You got an idea, you pretend to sleep and hug the Sebastian pillow, you smile and mumbling Sebastian’s name beside Hermes. Yes, you know it can be dangerous, but you can’t help but curious what will he do. 

Without you realizing, Hermes is taking a glance at you while humming a lullaby, gently stroking your hair as if to try to drifting you into sleep. But, you can’t deny that it’s relaxing and it make you want to sleep. 

You’re trying to not to sleep to see what will he do, but the lullaby and the way he stroke your hair make you keep forgetting that you only pretend to sleep... and you’ve finally giving up as you sleep.

...

By the next morning, you’ve wake up but only to realize that your pillow has gone, you’re panicking as you searching for it everywhere — that Sebastian pillow is a limited edition in mortal realm, you always want that pillow, yet it’s gone after few days. Sadly, it’s nowhere to be found as you give up and will search for it later. 

You meet Hermes who’s preparing your breakfast. You feel a bit stress searching for the pillow, you hug Hermes from behind to feel comfort. “Good morning, Y/n. I was about to give this breakfast to you as a surprise, but it seems like you wake up earlier.”

You just grunt as a respond as he looking at your pouting face, “Is there something bothering you?”

“My pillow is gone, I don’t know where it is.”

“That’s a shame.” Hermes plainly blurt it out.

Yep, your suspicious have peek toward him, you still remember that last night you’re just pretend to sleep to see if he’s jealous of a pillow, but it failed because you’re asleep due to his lullaby and him.... gently sooth your hair... wait... does that mean...

Everything just feels like hit you as you let go from his hug and point out to him as if you accuse him, “Hermes, you’re the one who hide my pillow, right?”

He’s quiet for a moment, then sigh, his reaction make you even more confident with your theory. “What make you think I hide the pillow?”

You rolled your eyes at his question, he should know that he’s not the only one who have a keen eyes. “I know you’ve been acting strange this few days, I appreciate that you’re being gentleman but you seem to serve me at almost everything which is very unusual of you, and oh don’t tell me that you know that you sing me a lullaby and brush my hair so I actually sleep-” 

Hermes suddenly stuff a bread to your mouth, “I guess you’ve notice the smallest detail, hm?” Hermes just smile, is like he’s proud that you’re careful yet a bit disappointed that he get caught. 

You nod your head while chewing the bread, you swallow it and state, “Of course, how couldn’t I be concern of my husband sudden weird behavior?”

Your sentence secretly flatter Hermes, maybe he just worried for you fall for Sebastian for nothing-

“By the way,” you step closer to him with a puzzling look, “Why are you hiding my pillow? Are you perhaps, jealous?” 

You smirk when there’s a slight blush on his cheek while exhale, you chuckle at his embarrass face, it’s funny he’s actually jealous of a fictional character. Hermes find it hard on what to say in this situation, it’s foolish of him to do this, but it’s annoying that he got less compliment or affection from you. 

You hug him again which he didn’t see this coming, “It’s weird to know my husband is  jealous of a fictional character, just because I’m attracted to anime character doesn’t mean that I didn't love you.” 

You press a kiss on his lip, “I love you, Hermes.” You sweetly smile at him, suddenly Hermes pull you close his chest as he hold your waist which cause you to blush, “W- wait Hermes, what are you doing?”

“Ever since the day you hug that pillow, you hasn’t give me more love, so would you assist to give your love to me more?” 

“I would love to, but where’s my pillow?”

“I’ll tell you later, now let’s eat.”

After breakfast, you spend more time with him because you feel bad for giving less attention to him lately. Although, you’ve been waiting for him to tell you where the pillow is. Well... I guess is either he forget it or he just didn’t want to tell you.

To be continue~

Author’s note: I’m tired and want to rest, but my body somehow doesn’t want to rest, is just full of energy and cause stress to me. I hope writing this idea make me able to rest haha.

Have a nice day~

[rgr-pop]

I was literally JUST skimming that Rubin piece yesterday b/c my bf has been reading "Marxist feminist takes" on Instagram. They've been digging into anti-capitalist critiques of identity politics and what they referred to as queer theory (Is there a word for the instagram/tumblr theoretical cannon of like 2015-now?).

I have a women's studies degree (lmao) (one of the drabinski twins was my professor) and I feel strongly about Instagram theorists (we should talk about this, I'd love to hear your thoughts) so I was like let me pull out some PDFs for you to read some primary sources. Cause like Cohen was already critiquing queer theory in 97 with "Punks, Bulldaggers, and Welfare Queens." I know there's stuff out there.

Turns out that "The Traffic in Women" is one of the only PDFs I have saved from school (very sad!!! Why did I do this). I was more into Butler and Ahmed in school and always leaned more phenomenological so I have not dabbled heavily in Marxist analysis.

Do you have any recommendations for Marxist feminist readings? Recent or classic? They're particularly interested in anti-capitalist critiques of sex work and porn, like alienation from the body type stuff, but also contemporary queer identity politics type stuff.

yes yes! I want to hear and talk more about instagram theory. is this instagraphics? what is it?

briefly: i'm a nancy fraser stan and it's one of those things where i feel fully and totally insane that we got to this place in culture without people really being the way about nancy fraser that they are about adolph reed (which is to say: fighting over and consuming rabidly) (i may feel similar about barbara fields actually, tbd). what your bf is looking for is nancy fraser's fortunes of feminism. i have an investment in her work that's particularly about her commitment to periodization and unravelling conventional periodization--she and i are hung up on the same time period and the same problems of history, even if we're going different places with it. there's something about the way that she at once critiques an economic regime and the intellectual disciplinary apparatuses that led us to have believed something about the economic regime--this is why people like her as a "critic of neoliberal identity politics" or whatever. but she stays committed in the end, always, in a very old school marxist woman way, to not only thinking about the exploitation of women, but the belief that they are exploited--itself sort of a heated position lol... anywho i digress. i have read and reread this article so many times, it's one of those things i always return to when i'm charting a thought. another article that really steered me back into this was this long one from tithi bhattacharya, which came out before her social reproduction anthology, which i would also recommend. both of those articles are in there actually. i have not read this newer one by susan ferguson. when that anthology came out i remember picking up lise vogel's marxism and the oppression of women and having some complaints that i'm curious if i'd retain. since my gayle rubin phase i've been thinking about that book and... kate millet, actually? actually i have more on this later (fights with my very young men comrades about whether "patriarchy" is useful that i keep losing somehow) more later!

[anischa22]

Meet with the Prince! .... No, wait ... he's not the prince ... The Minister, Sariel Noir 🐍

After Clavis, here's the next suitor :

Minister of the palace and Guardian of the Predecessor King, known as the 'Smiling Devil'

Arm of Coat : Snake

First impression of him : in prologue, when he appear somewhere, and disappear in the dark, i got goosebumps! But although he looks scary, I feel he is a very caring person

His voice actor is Hayami Show, a veteran seiyuu who voiced Jakurai Jinguji (Hypmic) and Aizen Sousuke (Bleach). In Aimu Sora show, he also share his theory about Sariel too!

He has a very attractive and intimidating appearance. Idk what he did to still look young like that, i mean his time is full of working and taking care of the kingdom, not to mention taking care of 8 troublesome princes and STILL NO wrinkles on his face 😭 (okay maybe that's really invisible, but still having young face like that!) it feels like he's still the same age as the princes 😌

Sariel is the one who pick MC as the Belle. Because he was the previous king's aid and had a sharp instinct in judging people, Sariel had the highest authority in the palace apart from the princes, including choosing Belle. Even he said before a new king is chosen, he was the most powerful person now. The palace is in his control. Or it can be said like this, the princes are leading in front of the public, while Sariel is leading behind the scenes.

Shrouded by mistery and will do anything to get what he wants, Sariel feared by many nobles. His spies were scattered everywhere so he could tell the slightest thing. With that, he can take away noble's tittle and make their life miserable. When MC trying to find out about Sariel, she can only conclude that Sariel is someone who cannot be disobeyed

No one knows about Sariel's origin, not even the princes know. What is known of Sariel is he already working for the king at a young age. So the biggest msytery is his age lol. Eh but there's another mystery! When he snaps his fingers! Everytime he snaps his finger, there will always be servants appeared and do what Sariel want in just an instant! That finger's snap has a mysterious mechanism as Sariel himself!🤔

Then Sariel become MC tutor. He's very strict when it comes to the rules and teaching MC, but really considerate and trust her, just like a daddy being proud of his diligent daughter lol. Sariel is reliable and responsible man, it can be seen from how he has never half-heartedly carried out his duties in overseeing the kingdom after king's death and more importantly, making sure the princes do their job properly. Even if a king had been chosen, it was still Sariel's job to guide him. Truly ... This man will never get a break!!

Hayami Show-san share his theories that Sariel oversees the kingdom at king's last request. He also assures that Sariel is very cares for the princes and mc. Btw, I already thinking theories about Sariel and if you interested, you can read here. It's just a theories, okay? Not a spoiler or something.

Sariel not recommended to anyone who doesn't like sadistic type. He choose the extreme way to show concern, especially to mc. He's not the yandere guy but seeing him using whip and in his bday story (tie mc with rope 😳) remind me a bit of Shakespeare (who knows what he will do once his route is released). And maybe not recommended to someone can't see him as love interest since he's the older guy here?

Hmm, who will play a large role in Sariel's story? I'm sure Sariel's story will reveal more about the other kingdoms, soooo i think ... Princes from diplomatic faction? And Jin? And maybe reveal a little about Rio background? As for Sariel past, maybe Sariel himself will tell that to mc

The one most often seen with Sariel is Rio. Somehow Sariel often looks annoyed when facing Rio (And Rio didn't notice it… Or deliberately didn't notice😅) Maybe it's because Rio isn't affected by all of Sariel's treatment and he's quite talkative especially when it comes to mc. But because Rio is diligent in his work, Sariel likes him. Jin also often seen with Sariel

Sariel relationship with the princes i think it's very funny and cute. Bc Sariel's strictness, the princes often retaliate him by doing mischief. They will find it funny if they could see Sariel's annoyed face lol. Perhaps Sariel was feeling overwhelmed by their actions, but they all trust each other. Sariel acknowledges each prince's ability and believes they can lead the kingdom well. Whereas the princes rely on Sariel as the one who can do anything. Sariel gave them a task, they will do it then report back to Sariel. Sariel as supervisor does not side with any faction, in princes meeting Sariel will only agree if all princes reach an agreement. As someone who has watched over the princes since they were little, it must have formed a trusting relationship that makes princes preferred to depend on Sariel. After all, the princes hates the cold and indifferent previous king more than the strict and scary Sariel

Next will be the loyal butler, Rio!

[tare-anime]

SxF Chapter 49

(Beware spoilers)

We're almost 50 chapters!! Wohoooo 🥰

Still.... after the ending of chp 48, I have no clues at all of how the story in this chapter will go.

Thus, I am not prepared at all, when Endo slapped me with this much angst 🥲

I mean, I love hurt/comfort. But this chapter is all about hurt without comfort (yet)... I'm....🥲

Ahem. Okay, let's see the lighter part of this chapter first.

Anya being worried for her mom's safety is sooo cute!! She really tried her best, but after playing all day, she got sleepy.

And day by day, she started to took her parent's trait, I found that cute 🥰

Like mother, like daughter.... LOL

On Loid's side.... a bit of TwiYor content here. Loid really misses his wife. Especially, since he had to watch over Anya all day long, and he got really tired from doing so.

Now you understand how Yor feels when you went all around town for your mission, eh???

I can't wait to see his expression when he reunited with Yor 🥰

(The rest will go under the cut, because this is a loooooonnngggg post.)

Now unto the villains...

It looks like Steve Jobs is a sniffing freak! That's one scary ability there..... yet, that ability could become a weakness too. But by the his inner monologue... apparently this man was one of those who responsible in eliminating the Gretchers. Which means, he's one formidable enemy. The "boss enemy" of this arc.

I am both excited and terrified in anticipating the match between him and Yor 🥶

But, I say, the most terrifying enemy is the "evil Frankie". Informants always works in the shadow. Made them those with higher chance of survivals, and yet they held the important things/cards in their hands. With enough strategy, they will able to use it to evil deeds. Scary. And just look at this. He already prepared to save himself, should things went south.

Now, on the lighter note...

Soft boy detected!

Furseal, whose real name turn out to be Zab, already admired Olka for a long time!! Awww... and he even noticed how distressed Olka (and the baby) are, and thus take action to be the goofy one, so that they could relax a bit.

Olka knows this, which made her commented that he’s a nice guy. 

Awww.... I just hope.... really hope.... Zeb didn't die protecting Olka. After what had happened to Olka, I want her to at least has someone she could rely on, someone that will not betrayed her under any circumstances. That person being Zab here. (Please Endo....hear my praaayy....)

From his backstory, however.... now we get a timeline. We are currently around 10 years after the war.

And that apparently the Gretchers were not at the same side with the current government, despite their enormous power. Which might be one of the reasons why they're eliminated. The government needs their resource for weaponry, but they refused to cooperate. Thus they're eliminated.

This made me think.....

The Gretchers are friends with Garden. Garden was said to serve the shadow government. And in that term, Garden might also be at the side who don't want any war....

Which means.... Garden and WISE might be at the same side!!

I really hope so.

That means we have a possibility of Loid and Yor doing join mission, buuuuttt then we might have a Yor vs Yuri??? (Okay, I'll stop here)

Continue to Garden member. I am awed by McMahon.

He is one awesome character!! By the way he act here, we can conclude that he is one with enough experiences. Good one and bad ones. He might had seen so many things in this world, thus he understand the nature of human beings. Him being the soldier who would do things necessary for his country? Ugh... total badass!! And unlike Yor, he knows how to use different type of weapons. Fire weapon, close range weapon, throwing weapons.... wow!! wow!!

And once again, I got the feeling that he’s Yor’s mentor. He knows when to scold her (forgeting the knocking code?? Yor!! Don’t be too nervous!), but he also acknowledge her as one of the strongest assassins in Garden.

Btw, somehow I got the feeling that McMahon is there to watch over Yor too. He seems like the loyal butler of Shopkeeper. And Yor is the princess (Shopkeeper’s daughter). And thus Mc Mahon is responsible of her safety too. I mean, look at him. Cleaning after the mess, preparing them food, smoothing their cover story, and for the night, he asked “the three of them” (Yor included) to ‘rest’ while he ‘cleaned’ the enemies. 

He really got the ‘loyal butler’ and ‘mentor’ vibes here.

Now aside from Furseal, I am also afraid that he might die in doing what he has to do (protecting Yor). 

Uuuhh but please Endooo!! If you want to kill someone, let it be Steve Jobs!! pleaseeee!!! 

(btw, could we have McMahon at the cover of the 8th volume?? but we haven’t even got Handler yet!!)

Leave it to Endo, to make this supposedly warm panels, hurts so so so sosooooooo muccch T.T

Now, the last but not least, the source of this chapter’s angst...

Yor... oh my dear Yor...

She’s so afraid of getting hurt because she thought it might hindered her to return to the Forgers. She was reminded that the Forgers are just ‘fake’ family. 

Yor is a simple person. All this time, she do whatever she has to do, doing all the dirty jobs, all for one purpose: Raising Yuri.

Now that Yuri had able to stand on his own two feet, suddenly Yor felt lost. And for the first time, she also has wants. Yor wants something, that is to be loved by a family. Yet she felt that she isn’t allowed to have what she wants. Ugh!! 

Not having a goal in her live, currently doing an unusual job, and now she also wants to be with the Forgers but she felt she wasn’t appropriate in doing so....  And by sitting alone in the dark quiet room, her mind wanders: She felt lost and she is depressed T.T  (and my heart breaks!!)

But by the next chapters, I hope she realized, that the Forgers are not ‘fake’. At least, Anya really see her as the mother. Anya needs her. And that getting hurt to protect her family is worth it. (I have a feelings that Yor might get hurt in protecting Anya, who in her own way tries to help, but the kid didn’t realized that these assassins are dangerous.)

So, all in all, this chapter really make me feels.... (still a wonderful chapter though!)

In next chapter I think we’re finally entering the climax of this arc (the countdown begin!).... I can’t wait!