#sebastian please save me from my thesis. sebastian please

[cangrellesteponme]

happy pride month to the evil demon and the evil demon ONLY

[earls-wife]

Original ask: Hey! I love your work, Keep it up please! I was wondering if you have any AU ideas for O! Ciel and his wife? If so what are they? Hope you can answer this one please!! ❤️

Hello lovely anon!

I have SO many AU ideas it's criminal actually. Shame my brain refuses to develope them... Here have a few*:

*I would like to say if you'd like to use one of the more specific ones and go to other users to create the idea...please ask and respect the wife's gender as female and orientation as heterosexual. I won't say no. I just wanna be tagged so I can read too!

I may have spent weeks on this to get as much detail for each one as I could for your enjoyment. PLEASE ask me about them if you like them. Ideas sprout when questions are asked as I process aloud.

As always reader/wife is female and other characters in the anime or manga may make appearances in these AU.

Pick your sign of bonding (tattoos, dreams, if you can think of it I've probably imagined it at this point). I live in this type of AU as my comfort. A personal favorite is neither seeing color till meeting eyes for the first time. O!Ciel experiencing that cursed sensation he swore to never indulge, his future wife wondering why he's making such a uncomfortable face. There soulmates...why isn't he happy? This AU becomes a trope across my other AUs... Literally I can't stop!

Fallen AU: ♟️💕💍🪭

What if O!Ciel became a demon? What if he was the servant in Sebastian's massive household in the underworld below the mortal plain, instead of of being the Earl we know and love? What happens when he goes to the surface for his first meal and meets his future wife who called on him for a wish? She's so beautiful, her soul his if only he could explain why his heart started beating again upon stealing a kiss (making a contract). Maybe Sebastian knows?

Think 'Once Upon A Time' Peter Pan, not Disney animated.... If you know you know....

O!Ciel is a patient and the wife is a masters student just trying to get an internship and thesis finished. To bad O!Ciel had other plans for her. What happens if before her arrival the staff becomes the patients? What if the patients have become the staff? Chaos? Madness? Oh dearest you have no idea... Other characters make appearances.

O!Ciel is a rich heir to a vast empire, never knowing life outside his world of finery and prejuidice. The wife is a hard working maid for hire that accidentally ends up at the wrong gig. What happens when he likes the maid a bit too much and starts pulling her into his world? Will she sink or swim at family dinners, and don't even get me started on the Derby.

He's a Ravenclaw, she's a Slytherin... We know how this goes lol.

The wife is a witty lady of the night. Our Earl is a besotted bachelor who didn't plan on finding a match in such a twisted place. Wholesome and pinning is the game they play. Dark desires linger to close to embrace. How the world morphs it's monsters to love one another unapologetically. Will they see the sunrise only to long for another night in each other's company? Watch for the post on this AU as it's coming soon.

Apocalypse AU: 🧟‍♀️💕🍒

So the world is ending, caught on her own among the rubble of a city, our wife ends up knifing the only other human she's seen in years over a can of cherries. Should she save his life? Why is he British? Someone tell the navy haired male to stop eating her rations when she's not looking!

O!Ciel has always had a knack for drawing attention, wanted or not. After a unspeakable childhood he decided to take to the streets and pursue a career where he'd had some control over the lusting eyes. Hanging from the ceiling on silks wasn't his first idea but when he dangles over the crowd, dressed in a glittery spanked unitard. He's forced to confront desire as he meets the eyes of the circus's future beast master. Seems he wasn't as against lust as he once believed, not when it came to her.

Or

He's the sharp shooter, the trick shot. To bad his personality leaves much to be acquired. The wife the poor unfortunate victim to his attitude. The circus took turns cycling female attendants for him cause he was so awful. Too bad she won't take his lip, not without serving it back.

Our wife takes on the role of a servant girl who accidentally calls on Bast …who knew they had him (O!Ciel) so wrong....

Or

The pharaoh (O!Ciel) has claimed a new foreigner from a distant land. How distant? The future. Our Achelogist and linguistic nerd wifeis left with one choice. Become a servant of the king, or vy for queen-ship among dozens of others. As the queen looks to destroy the bond her and the pharaoh share, can she use her knowledge of the past to save herself? How about the future of Egypt?

This one's been living in my head well over a decade since I joined BB fandom. Classic retelling of Beauty and the Beast (not Disney!) with a few elements shifted. I'm not spoiling it cause I wanna write it for you all. ✍🏻

Hybrid AU: 🙈🙉🙊

In a world where hybrids are treated as second class citizens, pets, what's a girl to do when rescuing a rather difficult "guard dog" from being put down? Not completely rewrite his prejudices against humans surely.

Zoo AU: 🧶♟️🤭

Another inspired by a different fandom that I never really see. The wife's a new researcher for a zoo of human-animal hybrids. What happens when she's assigned the panther exhibit? Too bad O!Ciel sees her more as a snack than a caretaker. Other characters make appearances as well.

I have more …subject to taste AUs (mature/NSFW) as well, but I am not so bold as to inflict those on this blog without being asked lol.

[buckyownsmylife]

t r e a c h e r o u s - chapter iii

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A/N for this chapter: we’re in the smut, finally! From this chapter until the end, it’s just a sucession of smut smut and smut, pwp really. Hope you guys enjoy it!

Chris’ P.O.V.

“What are the rules?” I asked Sebastian, my gaze fixed on the sinful woman sitting on the bed before me. I had never felt this attraction to Y/N before. Sure, I knew she was hot and desired by men worldwide, but having met her when she already was with Sebastian, I never really allowed myself to pay much attention to her, choosing to focus on the fact that she was so young, instead. 

She was forbidden territory. That should have been enough to keep my wandering thoughts away. But everything had changed since Sebastian came to me for advice. Since that day, I had found myself wondering how he could ignore her allure, not feeling in the slightest the sexual grip his girl had. It had been so hard for me to ignore it and there he was, completely oblivious to it. 

After our talk in the bar, I finally allowed myself to think of her that way. And that very same night, I dreamt of her. I had her spread out on my bed, under me, and I pounded her like the dirty little whore I finally allowed myself to imagine she was. I mean, I had heard her songs. I saw the way she moved on stage. There was no way that girl didn’t like to be fucked hard and the fact that she had begged Sebastian to relent and try anything necessary to give her what she needed was only proving my thesis.

And by God did she look the part. Her breasts were spilling out from the top of the little black lace lingerie she had chosen to wear and despite the fact that she looked at me with the most innocent doe eyes I had ever seen, I couldn’t ignore the image I had briefly caught of her ass on the tiny excuse of a panties she had put on. 

I licked my lips, eager to finally get my hands on her.

“I don’t know. Whatever, man.” Sebastian interrupted my train of thought and I had to think for a few seconds to realize that he was answering my question. I’d forgotten I’d even asked it in the first place. “I trust you. You do whatever you feel like it’s appropriate, whatever she agrees you can do. I think it’s the only way for this to work.” And with that, he found a spot in one of the chairs in one corner of the room, crossing his ankle over the knee and settling his piercing gaze on us. 

Turning my attention back to the woman waiting for me, I noticed she shivered as I approached her on the bed. Cautiously, I let my fingers caress the skin of her arm all the way to her jaw, smiling to myself as goosebumps raised on the path I had traced, loving the way she rested her head on my open palm as I took her face in my hand.

“You okay there, princess?” I asked, my face mere inches apart from her as I searched her eyes for any signs of hesitance there. I couldn’t find any, only a lust so powerful that almost took my breath away.

“I’m okay,” she whispered, her eyes never travelling away from mine. Her breathing was coming out from her lips in short pants, and I absentmindedly realized she must have been really desiring me for her body to be reacting that way.

I forced myself to be reasonable, remembering she hadn’t had anyone touch her in a sexual manner since before she started dating Sebastian. This didn’t mean she had any special feelings towards me, one of her closest friends, only that she really needed to get laid.

“I’m going to kiss you now, okay?” I asked, briefly glancing at Sebastian, almost waiting for him to jump up and stop this, at least to say that it was a far too personal move, but nothing. He truly was about to let me do whatever I wanted to his girl, I realized. 

Oh well. I wasn’t about to lose this opportunity. Sitting down by her side, I carefully wrapped my hand around the back of her neck, feeling how tense her muscles were under my fingers. “Relax, babygirl,” I whispered, leaning into her and pulling her gently to me. 

I tried to ignore how electrified I felt the moment that our lips touched. Such a simple gesture, still so pure, and yet a carnal need I had never felt before suddenly arose from the depths of my being, urging me to swallow her whole. I separated from her for a bit, trying to catch my breath and control my emotions, but her concerned eyes made me remember what had brought me here. This was a girl who was struggling with her own self-esteem, thinking that there was something wrong with her for her boyfriend to not be able to fuck her, and by restraining myself, I was probably making her think that I wasn’t really interested in her.

So I let go of my carefully constructed control, pulling her to me once more, for a kiss that was all tongue and teeth and pure, unbound desire. I could think it was only from me, but the truth was that I felt her hands roaming my chest and the warmth that emanated from her was unbelievable. When we pulled away to catch our breaths, her pupils were dilated to the point I could barely see the color of her eyes.

So I kissed her once more, carefully laying her down on the mattress as I positioned myself between her legs. By now, I had completely forgotten about the man seated on the other side of the room, my best friend. I could only focus on the goddess in front of me, the way she tasted, how she felt underneath me. One of my fingers teased the edge of her bra, making her release the sweetest little breathless gasp as I slowly went to tease her nipple over the lace still covering it.

“Can I take this off?” After her nod, I did just so, briefly remembering Sebastian was watching us as I threw the undergarment his way. Luckly, he seemed to have thought that I had thrown it directly for him, and he caught it with a chuckle.

I tried to forget about his presence again. I thought it would be hard, but then her breasts came into view and my mind could only focus on her. I slowly rubbed her nipples with my thumbs, our eyes meeting as I silently asked if it was okay to continue. When she once again nodded, I didn’t hesitate to envelop her hardened bud with my mouth.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

It was hard not to moan at the simple sight of Chris trying not to smile at my instinctive reaction to chase his mouth by arching my back. That was something I never thought I’d get to see in my life. This was my boyfriend’s best friend, for God’s sake.

Still, Sebastian was the last thing in my mind as Chris swirled his tongue around my nipple, cautiously sucking it into his mouth. I wanted to scream. God, it had been so long. It felt so good to feel the touch of a man on my skin again. And the way Chris was touching me… It was like he really desired me. It wasn’t love, no, but I’d been frustrated for so long. This passion would serve just fine.

Chris continued with his kisses over my belly after he gave my other breast the same treatment he had given the first one. His kisses were wet, he tasted my skin as he went further down, until his lips danced just over my underwear. This time, he didn’t ask, opting simply to connect his eyes to mine and see if there was resistance before pulling it from my body and throwing it away. 

He returned his spot between my legs, but his face was now eye-level with my glistening pussy. I watched as he licked his lips, his attention now clearly fixated on the task at hand, and I tried not to shiver as he softly ran the palms of his big hands on the inside of my thighs.

The first lick was torture. He did it so carefully, only testing the waters, making sure to check my reaction. But the thing was, that simple touch was enough to awaken that part of me that I had put to sleep, in an effort to save my relationship with Seb. That one movement went straight to my brain and then I was nothing but a puddle of red hot passion, desperately in need to feel pleasure running through me.

And Chris noticed.

So he immediately latched onto my little nub and sucked, eventually going down to slurp on the wetness pouring out of my hole before coming back to languidly lap on my clit again. It didn’t take long for him to bring me to the edge, and when he noticed it by the way the muscles of my thighs quivered and I forcefully took a hold of his hair to keep him against my pussy, he pushed one finger into me and started thrusting, throwing me off the cliff of desire completely.

I had to bite my tongue so I wouldn’t scream his name.

Looking down, I noticed that Chris had been watching my reactions with a predatory glint in his eyes. It took my breath away. With one last kiss right over my clit, he started to climb up my body until he was hovering just over me once more.

“I wish I could take time with you,” he whispered before reaching for a condom I’d left on the bedside table. I didn’t have a lot of time to ponder about what he meant, because then he was pushing inside of me.

My mouth fell open at the feeling of him invading me. Once again, I’d never thought I would get to experience this. I held him tightly by the shoulders, terrified that he would second guess this moment and leave. Because at that second, I didn’t want to remember what it was like to live without him inside of me.

Chris kissed my cheek, my jaw, until he reached the crook of my neck while he waited for me to adjust to his size. Only when I tried to force him to move did he actually do so, but not without hiding his face against my skin, his hands finding mine and forcefully securing them against my head. 

It was a gesture far too personal for something that was supposed to be only sex.

His hips were the only thing moving, and I felt the way his mouth fell open against my skin as he started to thrust into me with all he had. I was being effectively fucked into the mattress where I was used to laying with my boyfriend, by someone who wasn’t my boyfriend.

Once again, it took everything in me not to moan Chris’ name out loud.

He fucked me so good, I was seeing stars behind my closed eyelids. And the only reason why I was keeping my eyes shut was because I was scared of meeting Chris’, scared of what I would find there and how it would make me feel. Of what it would bring out of me.

He might have thought the same, because he kept his head safely hidden in the crook of my neck, whispering my name so lightly it was impossible for Sebastian to hear over the sounds of Chris’ cock slipping in and out of my wet pussy. His horse voice was enough to bring me to that delicious edge again, and when he met me there, one of his hands came up to pull on my nipple while he bit on my shoulder to suffocate his own scream of release.

But he covered his teeth with his lip, mindful to not leave any marks on a body that didn’t belong to him. Still, that bit of pain was precisely what I needed to cum around him at the same time I felt him filling up the condom. Then we just stood there, catching our breaths for a moment, uncertain of how to behave around each other now, especially since Sebastian was watching.

Seb’s P.O.V.

One thing was sure, after that little show, I didn’t know if I was more horny or jealous, but the fact was: I was horny. And for the first time, I felt the pressing need to bury myself inside of my girlfriend.

“Chris…” I started, rising up from my seat. My friend immediately got out of the bed, struggling to look for his clothes. “You know where the bathroom is, right?” I continued, but my eyes were fixated on Y/N, who looked slightly out of breath, still spread out in bed. He didn’t say anything, but I assumed he nodded, and before long, it was just my girlfriend and I in our shared bedroom. “Baby.” I leaned down next to her, caressing her head to call her attention to me. “Do you think you can handle one more round?”

Her eyes grew big as she stared at me in surprise.

“You mean…?” Grinning, I nodded.

“Yeah.” She nodded slowly, her eyes traveling from mine to the bulge barely contained in my jeans. “I can handle one more round.”

“Let’s do it. I can’t wait to be inside of you.”

[themarvellouswriter]

MOB! SEBASTIAN x TALL! READER

PART II OF THE MASTERPIECE SERIES

Warnings: Nothing yet, Y/N is a bad-ass and she doesn’t take anyone’s nonsense. Slight swearing? Does referring to a stupid pair of buttocks count as swearing?

Word Count: 1.9k

Genres: Fluff, angst and a lil’ romance

Notes: The story has officially started! Now we’ll be seeing a lot more of Sebastian’s and the reader’s interactions.

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“Ugh,” you groaned as you opened your eyes. The sheets underneath your palms were smooth. Your vision swam as the room came into focus. A pastel coloured ceiling greeted you. You blinked several times trying to recall the events of the night before. A flash of panic went through you as you sat up with a start. “Veronica!” You gasped as you got to your feet. The room began to spin. You clutched the bed for support. Sinking down on your knees, you started taking deep breaths. Shakily, you stood up, using the bed for support. You looked around the room, assessing your surroundings for the first time. The room was fairly well furnished with a glass wall to your left and two doors to your right. “Unbelievable,” you muttered. “I let a pair of idiots kidnap me while saving the life of a baker. Why?” You tried the closest one. It gave way and swung outwards. “I am the maid of honor at a wedding! I refuse to stay kidnapped.”

Quietly, you made your way outside. You found yourself at the end of a long hallway. You looked around, there were three doors and a flight of stairs. Ignoring the doors, you went down to the ground floor. The entryway was deserted. Stifling down the pit in your stomach, you headed for the front door. You had just turned the handle when the door opened and you were greeted by a familiar face.

Your eyes met blue grey ones. “Sebastian?” His name rolled easily off your tongue. He grinned. But it wasn’t a soft like the one you’d seen in the pub yesterday. This one was showed thinly veiled irritation. “Mystery girl. Lovely to see you again. Now,” he stated coolly and gripped your elbow roughly. “Lets go upstairs for a nice chat, shall we?” “What? No! Let me go.” “See, if you hadn’t interrupted my boys in their business last night, you wouldn’t be here. Instead you would’ve been safe at home.” Your heart thudded loudly in your chest. “Wait, your boys? Your boys were beating up my neighbour in the middle of the night! What did you expect me to do? Watch and enjoy?” You tugged your arm out of his grip. Poking your finger in his chest, “Nobody beats up my friends and gets away with it.” “Beat up? I’m sorry love, we don’t ‘beat up’ people. We kill. Your neighbour, Veronica, knew what she was getting into. And since she outlived her usefulness.” Sebastian made a vague gesture with his hands. You felt the air get knocked out of you. “You killed her?” “Me? Why I never! My people did.” He took a step forward. “Why?” Your brow furrowed in confusion. “What did she do that was so bad that you couldn’t leave her alone?” He gave you the once over. You were at eye level with him, your arms crossed over your chest. You were still in your pyjamas as compared to Sebastian’s crisp, cobalt blue suit. ‘He prefers blue suits.’ You filed this little fact away.

He took a step forward and you instinctively moved in the opposite direction. Your back hit the railing of the stairs. “None of your business.” You stared at him, wide eyed. “I’m a witness, aren’t I? You’re gonna keep me here and then what?” “Aren’t you a smart one? Yes, you’re a witness. I can’t have you running around to the cops now can I? Telling them stories about who you saw beating up your neighbour. So, I’m going to keep you here, at least for a while.” “Till when? Till I outlive my usefulness?” You asked bitterly, not backing down. “Be a good girl and you’ll last longer,” he answered, patting your shoulder. You gave him a dirty look. “I’ll cooperate. On two conditions.” “Darling, I don’t think that you’re in a position to be making any demands right now.” “Please, if you wanted me dead, I would have been by now. You want me for some other reason and so yes, I do think I can make some demands right now.” You stood up to your full height and squared your shoulders. Sebastian watched you carefully. “If your demands are reasonable enough, then I’ll think about it.” You raised an eyebrow but went on, “Firstly, I need a lot of things from my place. The final submission for my thesis is coming up and I need to add finishing touches to the thing. Secondly, the rehearsal dinner for my best friend’s wedding is this Friday and the wedding the next day. So, I need some free, not – your – prisoner, time on both days. These two things are my immediate concerns, other than that I really don’t care what you do or where I stay. As long as my work gets done.” He stared at you. “Do you not get the concept of kidnapping?” “I do. I just don’t happen to care very much for it.” His gaze didn’t waver, you returned it with the same intensity. He let out a resigned sigh. “Fine. We’ll go to your place so you can get your things. But after breakfast. Come, you must be starving. I know you didn’t have much dinner last night.” He led you by the elbow, this time gently, to the kitchen. 

You stared dumbfounded at his back, his muscles flexing underneath his suit. How can one person switch personalities so fast? He pulled out a chair at the kitchen island for you. You sat down slowly. Cupping your chin in your hands, you watched him as he moved with practiced ease. “For this -” He waved his spatula between you, “Companionship thing to work, I’m gonna need your name.” “Y/N Winchester.” “Huh.” “What?” “It suits you. Really well.” “Well… Thanks,” you finished lamely. “So, how do you like your pancakes?” “With maple syrup, please.” He grinned. “And ice – cream?” “If you have some.” “Of course! It’s my favourite.” You gave him a polite smile.

“Why are you -” “Why aren’t -” You both began at the same time. He laughed and you saw the semblance between the man who flirted with you last night and the man you was making you breakfast (after kidnapping you for being a witness to a murder, kind of witness to a kind of murder). “You first,” you said gracefully. “Why aren’t you screaming bloody murder at me right now? I mean, I just kidnapped you. Not to mention I admitted to murder out loud. How are you not freaking out?” He pushed a plate in front of you with a generous amount of syrup. “Well,” you began after taking a bite. “Well, you haven’t tried anything.” You paused. “Yet,” you added as an afterthought. “And I guess, I’m not that scared of you? I dunno. Maybe I get kidnapped every other day and this is no big deal. You never know.” You took another bite and almost moaned at the taste. “This is good stuff. You have a future in pancake making. Pancaking? Is that a thing?” Sebastian settled down with a plate of his own, opposite to you. “Funny you should mention that. Its one of my hidden talents.” “And do you have many of those? Hidden talents, I mean?” He just smiled enigmatically and continued eating. “Your turn, what were you gonna ask?” You looked at him. His lips were glossy with syrup and you imagined yourself kissing them. Quickly as the thought had come, you pushed it away. ‘Don’t be ridiculous Y/N. Do not develop Stockholm Syndrome for the pretty kidnapper. Absolutely not. Doing this is peak dumb-ass.’  “Why are you giving me breakfast? Aren’t I your prisoner? Aren’t you supposed to be dark and threatening and breaking my bones?” “Do you want me to threaten you and break your bones?” “Well, no. Of course not. It’s just that the idea of a fairly nice kidnapper feels a bit like an oxymoron.” “Just because you aren’t allowed out of the house without permission doesn’t mean I’m gonna treat you like some sort of animal. Besides, I don’t want anything to happen to that pretty face of yours.”

You nearly choked on your food at the sudden flirtation. “Why are you surprised? You’re beautiful and obviously smart. I’m surprised you’re not used to the constant flirting.” You swallowed. ‘There goes that plan for not having the hots for the pretty kidnapper.’ “Its usually me doing the flirting. Its quite rare for me to find myself as the object of someone’s affections. Most people just run away from the height.” He looked at you thoughtfully. “I can’t speak for most people but I find your height and confidence quite attractive.” You shrugged noncommittally. “I’m used to people being intimated by this.” You gestured at yourself with your free hand. ‘Your kidnapper basically said he has the hots for you. Play it cool Y/N, no letting anyone in your pyjamas. He’s just trying to distract you.’ “Well, I’m not intimated by someone who resembles a baby poodle as much as you do, love.” Your heart jumped at the sudden term of endearment. Flustered, you ducked your head and continued eating. ‘How pathetic is this? Getting all hot and bothered just because someone complimented you. You know not to trust your kidnappers. Cause if they were sane people, they would’ve asked you out on a date and not kidnapped you in the first place.’ The two of you finished the rest of your meal quietly.

Getting up from the island, you headed to wash your plate. “Here, let me. I’ll wash. You dry,” came Sebastian’s soft voice from behind you. He handed you the plates after washing and you dried them dutifully. “Now, to your place?” You raised an eyebrow. “You’re coming with me?” He gave you an incredulous look. “I’m not going to let you go alone if that’s what you mean.” “Aren’t you going to send your boys?” Exaggerating the last words by using air quotes. “I fear that you’re a greater threat to my men than they are to you.” You grinned impishly. “Is it just that you think I’m dangerous or that you want to spend more time with me?” He returned your smile with one of his own, “Why not both?” You laughed. “Good one, Mr. Kidnapper.” “Its Stan. Sebastian Stan.” His name rolled of his tongue, a light accent peeking through. ‘Adorable.’ “You’re weird, Sebastian. What kind of kidnapper are you?” “One of a kind.” You liked the way his name felt on your tongue, warm and familiar. “At this rate, I’ll be a not – kidnapped person by tomorrow.” “Yeah, I doubt it. I like you, just not enough to get you go. Remember why you’re here. And no funny business once we’re at your place, okay?” “Yes sir!” You gave him a mock salute as you followed him outside. On the way to his car, you spotted several armed men scattered throughout the compound. Making a mental note in your brain under ‘Ways to fail escape’, you sat inside his car wordlessly and then you were off. 

[mnthpprt]

Chapter 6: Seeing Red

I change into the nightgown that was laid out for me. Though long and modest, the sleeves are sheer enough for my tattoos to be clearly visible. The one on my collarbone, previously hidden by a turtleneck, is now peaking above the neckline. There’s another thing I did not think about. I thoughtfully bite my lip as I examine them in the mirror. I can even make out the small details through the fabric.

After giving some thought to how on Earth I could cover them up if I ever went into town, I decide to put my hair up like I usually do before bed to avoid it from tangling. I rummage through the vanity until I find a dense brush. Running it through my hair, which I then collect into a long braid, offers some sense of normalcy in all this chaos. 

I feel much better now, I think. Calmer. Now that I have stopped freaking out, I can finally deal with whatever is thrown at me. I take a deep breath as I stare at myself in the ornate mirror. It’s only a month, I tell myself. You have traveled for longer than that. When the door opens again, will I reappear in the Louvre at the same point in time that I left? Or will a month have passed in the present, too?

I think back to my job. The internship at the Pompidou. The finished thesis I am meant to send to my advisor in two weeks. 126 years and two weeks. My dear friend Mila, who so graciously lent me her apartment in Montparnasse while she was away, and who I was supposed to meet tomorrow at the airport. What will she do if I am not there? 

Shaking my head, I force myself to think of something else. No point worrying about a problem with no solution. Instead, I pull out my thesis notes from the backpack and re-read them, over and over again. My scrambled brain can’t focus. How am I supposed to research things that have not been discovered yet? I put them away and turn my attention back to my phone, to the mind numbing games that help me pass the time whenever I am stuck in an airplane with no wifi.

After about an hour of boredom, pacing the room, and snapping some pictures of the now new old city outside my window, I give up on trying. Pulling my sweater over my head, I blindly slip my bare feet into the pair of chunky sneakers on the floor. I need a glass of water. I need something, anything, to get rid of this restlessness.

As I make my way to the kitchen - which I remember being pointed out to me near the dining room - I catch a glimpse of my shadow on the wallpaper. The mismatched garments from different centuries cut an odd silhouette against the lamplight. I sigh with relief when I manage to reach my destination without getting lost in this maze of a mansion.

“Hey,” I lazily greet Sebastian, who I find scrubbing a large pot over the sink. I smile at the perfect excuse to keep me from spiralling. “Wow, you’re working late. Need a hand?”

“Thanks.” He returns the smile. “The banquet has me quite busy, so your help is  appreciated. Could you please take that to sir Isaac for me?” He points with a soapy hand at a silver tray on the table, only holding a small sandwich and a bottle of... something.

“That’s not wine.” It comes across as a statement rather than a question. The liquid in the bottle is dark red, but much too thick and opaque to be any drink I know. As Sebastian gives me directions to Isaac’s bedroom, I lift the cap and smell the content. “Ugh, is this blood?!” I exclaim, taken aback by the metallic odor. Instead of answering, Sebastian turns to give me a surprised look.

“Did le Comte not explain?” Explain what? Before I can ask, his expression becomes stern. “Never mind. Just deliver it quickly, please. It’s urgent.”

“Okay...” I carry the tray through the hallway, afraid to ask more questions, or rather, afraid of the butler’s temper. He clearly runs this place like clockwork, and my arrival has thrown off his schedule enough for him to be washing dishes at this ungodly hour.

I knock on the door with one hand as I balance the tray on the other. Inside, I can hear someone get up and practically run to the door.

“Gods, finally! Oh... it’s you...” Isaac’s face changes when he looks down at me, breathing with difficulty.

“Sebastian sent me,” I explain, showing him the tray. Quick as lightning, he snatches the bottle and, to my horror, gulps down the dark liquid inside it. “What the-?” Before the disgust reaches my face, I am pulled by the neck of my sweater and into the room. I scream as the tray falls to the ground, and I feel the broken glass of the bottle becoming embedded under my shoes.

“I... need... more...” Isaac pants. Despite his troubled breathing and slim frame, his strength is too much for me to fight. “It’s not... enough...” Pinned against the wall, I scream for help as Isaac fumbles with my turtleneck, struggling to pull the collar down. Is he going to kill me? What is happening?

Just as I close my eyes, bracing for the worst, two people barge into the room. I hear a raspy voice tell Isaac to stop, and to my surprise, he does. I only open my eyes when he is no longer touching me, only to see Sebastian and a man I have not met before. Must be another resident. I remain trembling, my back glued to the wall, and find myself hyperventilating along with Isaac, who is now wide eyed and has tears on his cheeks. He falls to his knees and begins to frantically apologize in between sobs. This is the first time he looks at me, and it is in horror at his own actions.

The next few minutes are a blur. Sebastian rushes out of the room and reappears with another bottle of blood. I think it’s blood. While he feeds it to a crying Isaac, along with the sandwich from the floor, the other man abandons his side and comes to my help.

“Are you alright, cara mia?” I automatically nod and let him put his arm around my shoulders as he ushers me out of the room. His firm hold is the only thing that stops me from collapsing, but my legs miraculously move along with him. I suddenly realize I haven’t blinked since I opened my eyes after Isaac attacked me. They sting. I force myself to blink repeatedly to get rid of the feeling, but every time I do, all I see is Isaac’s mouth near my face, blood dripping from his chin. I also see fangs. He had fangs. For fuck’s sake, he had fangs.

We finally make it back to the kitchen, where he pulls out a chair and gently makes me sit on it. I look up at him.

“¿Qué ha pasado? (What happened?)” My voice is barely a whisper. “¿Por qué...? (Why...?)” I stop myself when I hear the words out loud. In my state of shock, I have inadvertently resorted to my native Spanish. I open my mouth to try again, but nothing comes out, and I furrow my eyebrows. The man before places a warm cup between my hands, and I sip the herbal tea in it without questioning.

“Shhh, cara mia, it’s alright,” he comforts me, sitting on a stool directly facing me. “Io capisco.” ‘I understand.’ I nod slowly at the familiarity of the words, and take another sip. This must be Leonardo da Vinci. His husky voice is definitely the one I heard telling off Isaac. This man saved me.

“Gracias,” I breathe out. “Grazie mille.” The corners of my mouth twitch at having regained my ability to think. I try again, this time in English. “Thank you. Oh, thank god!” I am so glad I am not stuttering uncontrollably. I can speak again!

Leonardo - I assume this is who he is - pulls out a cigarillo and looks at me quizzically.

“No need to thank me so much, cara mia. Prego.” He chuckles, putting the cigarillo between his lips.

“May I have one of those?” I ask shyly. He hands me the box for me to grab one, and then proceeds to light both with a match. I welcome the smoke into my lungs, the familiar burning in my throat a relief as my breathing slows down to normal. I exhale the first puff and tilt my head to look at him. “That’s not what- I mean, yeah, but I was just testing if I could speak English again. Thanks again. For the smoke, this time. Leonardo, no?”

He smiles and lets out another low chuckle.

“Sì. You know Italian?” I think he is trying to distract me from the incident. I let him.

“Io capisco,” I shrug, badly imitating his deep voice. He opens his mouth, mockingly offended, and I giggle. I like the way he treats me like a normal person. It’s easy to forget who I’m talking to, where I am right now, and I lean into that as much as I can. “Sto scherzando (I’m joking). Parlo anche un po ' (I also speak a little).”

“Not bad.” He raises his eyebrows, looking impressed. Truth be told, it’s similar enough to Spanish for me to be able to communicate easily without being fluent. I learned that the hard way during my undergraduate exchange program. Leonardo becomes serious once again, and leans closer to me, resting a big hand on my arm. “I take it you are feeling better?” I nod and give him a half smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes.

“What happened back there? Why did he try to...” I trail off when I realize I don’t know what to say. Eat me? Suck me dry? The idea of Isaac being a vampire sounds so mind bogglingly stupid, and yet I struggle to think of another explanation. “What was he trying to do to me, Leonardo?”

He remains quiet, and I see his eyes focus somewhere behind me. I follow his gaze only to see le Comte at the door. How long has he been there?

“Perhaps he can explain it better.” Leonardo squeezes my arm affectionately before getting up. He smiles at me one last time and disappears down the hallway, with le Comte now taking his place on the stool.

“I am terribly sorry, my chérie. How are you feeling?”

[sherriswheel]

Library Book

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x female reader

Warnings: none

Prompt: ❝One person has been on the waiting list to check out a library book for months. The other person has the long-overdue book. The two coincidentally meet one day at the library.❞

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: first ever seb fic!

There was no doubt that she was getting impatient. The book she desperately needed for her thesis was long-overdue by the last borrower and it didn’t help that her library only had one single copy of the text. It’s been weeks since it was supposed to be in her hands and yet it was still in the possession of someone else. Although she had contacted the library multiple times regarding this, she was informed time and time again that there was nothing that could be done since the library could only send out notices to the person who still had the book in their hands.

Pissed and upset about the situation, she decided to visit the library once more, hoping that some miracle would happen that would make the book magically appear on the shelves once more (even though she knew full well that the staff would have sent her a message if the book was returned).

Upon entering the quiet and serene building, where occupants naturally obeyed the rule of creating minimal noises, she felt a sense of calmness wash over her. She had always been a fan of the library since she was a little girl and the habit of visiting the place whenever she could had stuck with her all these years. Although she had initially felt rather annoyed at the fact that she was still without her much-needed book, the environment of the library had her in a much better mood.

She headed straight to the front desk, wanting to ask for the whereabouts of the book even though she knew she was getting on the nerves of the staff members. There, she spotted a man who donned a simple outfit consisting of a black tee and a pair of blue jeans. He was conversing with the receptionist and although she couldn’t hear what they were saying, she could tell he looked somewhat apologetic with the way he kept dipping his head while he spoke.

Her approach to the desk was slow and quiet, not wanting to arrive before the man’s conversation ended and hence having to stand awkwardly and wait for her turn. But, much to her dismay, the man’s stay was longer than expected. However, upon reaching the desk, her eyes spotted the book that was on the desk, and it was the very book she had been waiting for all these weeks. Without a second thought, she rushed over, her palms slamming on the wooden surface of the desk with more force than she had planned, causing a loud sound that seemed to have echoed throughout the quiet library. She could feel eyes on her with the noise she made, but she was far too focused on the book to care.

“Finally!” she gasped quietly, her eyes remaining locked on the book. Relief flowed through her body knowing that she would be able to finish her thesis in time, though she had planned to complete it weeks ago so she could spend the last few weeks of the semester free of worries. Before she knew it, she was standing next to the poor man who she had surprised so abruptly with her reaction to the sight of the book, yet she wasn’t acknowledging his presence at all. Instead, she looked at the staff who had a mixture of shock and annoyance in her expression. “I can take that with me, right?” she asked the slightly older woman behind the desk, her finger pointing at the book on top of the pile.

“Yes, I was just about to send you a text,” the librarian replied with a tight smile, obviously not pleased with the situation. “Give me a moment so I can log the return of the book before I issue it out to you,” the woman said professionally with a push to her specs.

“Thank you so much,” she replied, letting out an audible sigh as she slouched slightly against the wooden desk. “You have no idea how desperate I was for this book - it’s literally the last thing I needed to complete my thesis.” She let out another sigh of relief, only to see an awkward expression on the librarian’s face. She frowned slightly and watched as the other woman’s eyes darted to something next to her, and it was only then that she realised that the man who had been there before her was still standing there. She looked over, slightly embarrassed of her behaviour, but it was the face of the man who had her almost choking on her own breath. “Oh my god, you’re-”

“I’m so sorry about the book,” the man spoke before she could finish her sentence - he had a pretty good idea what she was going to say anyway - and gave her an apologetic smile as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I was away and completely forgot about the books I needed to return…”

For the moment, her mind had forgotten about the book that was being processed by the librarian as she stared into the steel blue eyes of the man standing in front of her. As much as she spent her time with books and texts, she wasn’t so unaware of the outer world to not know who was standing before her. And, instantly, she felt like an idiot making such a big fuss about the book that was left forgotten unintentionally.

“I, er, I’m sorry for that,” she said awkwardly, unable to find words that were more fitting to the situation. She could almost feel the stare of the librarian at the back of her head and she refused to turn around to intensify the humiliation that was bubbling inside her. “I mean, I, er, yeah… uhm, thanks for returning the book?”

It was probably the stupidest thing she could say and just as she was about to kick herself (mentally) for her words, a quiet chuckle came from the man. He didn’t look offended by her actions, and instead he looked like he was rather amused by how things had turned out.

“It’s really my fault for delaying your thesis,” he said, letting out another chuckle as he ran a hand through his thick, chestnut-coloured hair. “I hope it’s not going to be too late for you now.”

Her mouth opened and closed, unable to find the right words to say. Thankfully, the voice of the librarian saved her from further embarrassing herself in front of the man. “Your book is ready,” the elder woman had said, placing the said book on the desk and pushing it towards the desperate student. “Good luck with your thesis,” the woman added with a hint of a smirk on her lips.

Hurriedly, the girl reached for the book and held it close to her, wrapping her arms around it as if she was protecting it with all her might, which was partially true because she really needed this if she wanted to graduate with the grades she wanted. She muttered a quiet word of thanks to the librarian before turning back to the man. She was still struggling to find things to say to him and yet the look in his eyes told her that he was nowhere near annoyed with her. With a tilt of his head, he had indicated to her that they should make their way out of the library so that maybe, just maybe, they could carry on their awkward conversation freely without having to mind their volume.

Blindly, she followed him out of the building. The moment she was greeted by the soft breeze of the day, she sucked in a deep breath, hoping it would somehow help her formulate a proper sentence to say.

“I am so sorry for how I acted in there,” she managed to say. Despite her embarrassment, she looked straight into the man’s eyes, finding herself drawn to the soft blue that held so much emotion within them. “I didn’t mean to be so rude… I guess I was getting a little fed up waiting for this book…”

“No, no, like I said, it’s completely my fault for not getting it back in time,” the man said honestly with a shake of his head. “I really hope it’s not too much trouble for you though,” he continued. “My stupidity is to blame for this. I am so, so sorry.”

Flustered with the words of the man, the girl bit her inner cheeks and let out a noise that was supposed to be a hum but ended up sounding like a groan. Her eyes widened at the noise she made and quickly released her inner cheeks. “It’s really no problem… I mean, I am a little behind schedule, but I’ll be able to get my thesis done before the deadline. You know, I was planning on getting it finished ahead of time but it’s okay, I still have a couple of weeks before the deadline.” As she rambled on, hoping to ease the guilty feeling from the man, she only noticed that she was making him feel worse with her words. She could see purse of his lips and tiny frown on his brows and decided it was time she shut up to save them both from the embarrassment.

“I, uhm, have no idea what to say but sorry,” he said before letting out a nervous laugh as his hand returned to the back of his neck. “I’d love to offer some help but I don’t think I’ll be useful… writing theses isn’t really my forte…”

“Oh my god, please don’t say that-” she gasped. “It’s okay, it’s completely fine! Please, please don’t blame yourself anymore, it’s really okay!”

“Is there anything I can do to make up for this?” the man pressed, unable to let go of this matter for some reason. “I’d do anything I can.”

She looked at him with wide eyes, confusion clouding her mind as well as the feeling of guilt for making him feel so bad for returning the book late. She knew there wasn’t anything he could do to help her thesis - him finally returning the book was probably the best thing he could ever do in her life - and yet she knew he wasn’t going to give up, not until he felt like he had made it up to her.

Out of nowhere, the girl suddenly spoke. “Then, how about a coffee?”

Neither of them had expected her to say that, and yet they didn’t seem to have a better solution to this situation that what she suggested. 

Letting out an amused laugh, the man nodded his head and held out his hand. “Well, if that’s what you want then that’s what you shall get,” he said, his tone somewhat lighter than before. “I’m Sebastian, by the way.”

[theweekinarrowfic]

Completed Arrow Multichapters on AO3, April 19-25, 2020

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[the-letter-horror-lover]

Black Butler Return: Black Butler's Lady by Kuroshoujo

Anime » Kuroshitsuji Rated: T, Indonesian, Romance & Drama, Sebastian M., Words: 28k+, Favs: 13, Follows: 17, Published: Sep 9, 2013 Updated: Jul 26, 2019

38Chapter 12: Last Chapter: Goodbye

Okay, this is really weird but true. This is the last chapter I've written for a long time. Because I can't stand you guys, so I finally publish it . This time skip is clearly too many. I made this myself because at that time I was stuck with ideas and even thought about the ending , but I ended up writing it. That's a bitch :) Obviously I've dropped this fanfiction because the hiatus for more than 5 years isn't really reasonable. I used to be in the middle of my school exams when I was excited to write this, and now I'm totally unemployed and don't even want to write anything. the thesis (wadoooohhh this is it). At the beginning, you don't need to use everything. If you forget, please read the previous chapters, OK! Enjoy! I'm waiting for the blasphemy, hohoho~~

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"Sebastian?"

Levie looked at Sebastian in disbelief. Levie thought he was lying to her only when he lied that he was still Ciel 's butler . But as it turned out, he had lied to her from the start.

"That's not true, is it? It's not true.." Levie dropped the sword he was holding tightly in his hand and approached Sebastian.

"THAT IS NOT TRUE, IS IT?!" he repeated shouting. Levie felt like he was going crazy at this point.

"Answer him, Sebastian." Ciel said coldly.

Sebastian nodded slightly. "That's right, Lady ."

Lady.. Not My Lady anymore. That means, now he doesn't recognize me as his master anymore. I.. What should I do now? , thought Levi.

"Humans are weak. And that weakness is because they're too trusting. Your trusting Sebastian too much to the point of causing feelings only makes you weaker and helpless when what you believe in turns out to be false. What a fool." Ciel smiled sinisterly as he ended his words.

Levi was silent. He didn't move from where he stood for a moment. That gave Ciel a chance.

Ciel took off his blindfold. "Kill him, Sebastian." The order.

Sebastian reflexively turned to Ciel. "But.."

"My orders are absolute no matter what, Sebastian."

Sebastian reluctantly answered, "Yes, My.."

"WAIT!" Levie shouted, cutting off Sebastian's words. Ciel and Sebastian immediately looked at Levie who looked at them both flatly.

Levie slowly undid the two buttons of his shirt. Show the contract. "We're still under contract, right? Let me give the orders, Ciel."

Ciel just looked at Levie flatly then looked away. " Whatever ." After saying that, he walked away leaving Levie and Sebastian.

They both looked at Ciel's back which was getting further away. Sebastian chose to speak first. "What are your orders.. My Lady ?"

Levie looked at Sebastian intently. Then he turned his gaze the other way. "Stay there and turn around. After I say 'now', kill me immediately and the contract is done. You can eat my soul whenever you want."

Sebastian was silent at his miss's orders. However, he remained on his knees and said, "Yes, My Lady."

Levi smiled faintly. "Turn around now."

Sebastian turned around. While Levie continued to walk to the edge of the cliff. He looked down at the cliff. The waves crashing against the rocks below provide a horrifying sensation in itself. He was sure, if he fell from here, he would definitely die. Unless a miracle from God could save him. But he knew he wouldn't be able to get it, he had already signed a contract with the devil.

Levie took a deep breath and let it out. He turned to look at Sebastian's back. The back he likes, the all-black butler suit he likes, the demon in human form he likes..

"Sebastian," Levie whispered. "Sorry..." Levi smiled. Then he let his back fall backwards. The gravitational pull pulled him down the cliff, deeper and further.

Sebastian POV

This is the last order for me, to be exact from Miss Levie. Somehow bocchan , left me and My Lady , and didn't force me to carry out his orders just now, but whatever it is, for the first time I really thank him.

Although the order is the same to kill Miss Levie, but receiving orders from my own Miss is better than being ordered by bocchan . I don't know why, I find it hard to do it..

After my Miss said 'now', after I turned around, I had to kill her immediately. And right after that, our contract ended, and I was able to enjoy his soul.

Ends.. Our contract ends after this. I smiled a little. This contract feels really fast. Even though this contract with him is something unique because everything behind this contract was planned by bocchan from the start. Bocchan is great, he can even predict that Miss will fall in love with me. Even if it makes things more complicated.

Once I turn around.. it will all be over. But for some reason, I felt something was off. I was forced to turn around, disobeying Miss's orders. I saw he was already standing with his back to the cliff. He smiled at me. A smile that seemed to say that he was grateful for everything. The smile I got for the first time in my life.

Still mesmerized by her smile, I didn't notice that Miss was already tilting her back, dropping her body backwards. Without me realizing it, this body has moved on its own to catch up and prevent Miss from falling, but I know, I'm too late..

Normal POV

Levie threw himself off the cliff. He gently closed his eyes. Surrender to what will happen. At that moment, he felt someone grab his hand and pull him into a hug. He opened his eyes and saw a figure..

"Sebastian?"

"You lied. You didn't say you were going to fall off that cliff."

Levi was silent. He buried his head in Sebastian's arms. "Instead of being killed by you, I feel I am better.."

"Kill yourself?"

Levie mumbled in the affirmative. Sebastian didn't respond either. He just concentrated on climbing the cliff while still hugging Levie.

Upstairs, Sebastian sat his lady down and looked at her. "There's something I want to tell you."

"A lie you don't tell anymore?" said Levie with a smile.

Sebastian smiled back. "What I'm trying to say is.. Actually we never signed a contract."

"What?" asked Levie in surprise.

"Yes. The sign of the contract on you.." Sebastian fingered Levie's contract. "Can be removed easily but cannot be removed with plain water."

Levie gaped at that. "So.. why do you want to obey all my orders?"

Sebastian shrugged his shoulders. "It's just a series of small errands on bocchan 's orders . He told me to be your demon butler , but he didn't say I had to sign a contract with you."

Levi laughed for a moment. "You want to be enslaved by me because of Ciel's orders? Oh my.. Your loyalty to your master is truly commendable, Sebastian. You are really great."

Sebastian was surprised once again. His Lady's reaction was completely unexpected by him. Then he smiled. The lady is really unique.

"Eh, then.. Why did you put a contract here? In.. um, my chest?"

"That's because every time you give an order you have to unbutton your contract, right? I always enjoy those moments."

"You pervert!" Levie really can't understand it, it turns out that Sebastian's lewdness has started since the laying of his 'contract'.

"By the way, for your order earlier, I'm free to accept or reject it. Because from the start you didn't have a contract with me. I could have been forced to accept it because of bocchan's order , but since bocchan's contract with Mr. need to obey your orders again."

"So.. you're not going to kill me?"

"For what? Bocchan did tell me to, but before I could finish answering, you cut him off. So, yeah.. You could say the order failed."

" You stupid, perverted, liar butler ." Levie sneered with a wide smile still on his face. Somehow, he enjoyed the moment.

"What you want to call me. But it looks like what you said was really me."

Levi laughed again. "You finally realized it."

Sebastian laughed too, but only briefly. A second later, his face turned serious. "Miss, apart from our fake 'contract', I have something else to say. When we part, you won't remember me, nor the memories you went through when I was around."

Levi was surprised again. But now he couldn't say anything because he was too shocked.

"Of course I will also manipulate the memories of everyone other than you who know of my existence. So they won't remember me anymore."

"Even I.. Also don't remember you right?"

Sebastian nodded. "That's good, right?" he said with a sweet smile.

"What is good about it?!" snapped Levi. "I don't want to forget you! If it's that damn boy I'm okay with forgetting him. But.. You.."

"This I have to do. If I had really signed a contract with you, things might have been easier. I didn't have to erase Miss's memories of me until you died. But Miss never signed a contract with me. In this world, you must continue Miss's life without me."

"Then tie a contract with me! I don't care if I can't enter heaven or hell! I don't want to lose my memory of you!" cried Levie like a madman.

Sebastian shook his head weakly. "I can't leave Miss like that. Not being able to go to heaven or hell is really a bad thing. You'll definitely regret it later. No. I don't want to throw you into that world."

"But, I..." Sebastian put his index finger on Levie's lips. Holding it speak more.

"I don't want you to feel the emptiness in the next life. Miss, heaven is a beautiful place, even a demon like me admits it. you have a good life. And in another life, I hope you can go to heaven."

Levie cried at Sebastian's words. He knew Sebastian wished the best for him. But still, it was hard for her to accept that she would lose her memories of Sebastian.

Sebastian gently wiped Levie's tears. "You cry again, then your makeup will fall apart and you'll look terrible." the joke.

Levi didn't laugh. He hugged Sebastian. "Can I meet you there?"

Sebastian was silent. Then he smiled faintly and hugged Levie back. "May be."

Levie looked up and looked deep into Sebastian's eyes. "One last time.. Call me, Levie."

"Levi." Call Sebastian.

Levie buried his head again in Sebastian's arms. "Once again."

"Levi." Call Sebastian again. This time he tightened his grip.

Levie burst into tears again. She wept loudly. Sebastian tried to calm him down by stroking Levie's back and gently patting Levie's head.

After calming down a bit, Levie distanced himself from Sebastian and asked, "How did you get rid of my memories?"

Sebastian smiled mischievously. "Kiss."

" You perverted butler ." Levi smirked a little. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. "But fine, let's do it."

"Really? Miss is very kind." Sebastian said as he stood up then he helped Levie to stand up as well. After Levie stood up, Sebastian glanced around. The sun was starting to fall and the sky was getting orange. "Romantic for a kiss. At dusk on the edge of the cliff."

"What's romantic? One of us could fall into the abyss." said Levi amused.

"If you fall, I will fall too and kiss you when we fall."

Levi smiled widely. His former butler was a total pervert wherever, whenever, and under any circumstances.

"I'd prefer it if we did it here."

"I see.. Alright, I'll do it now!" Sebastian said as he wrapped his arms around Levie's waist and pulled him closer.

"Hey, I know I'm flirting. But there's no need to rush this!"

Sebastian chuckled. He slowly moved his face. "Miss.."

"Levie." Koreksi Levie.

"Levie.." Sebastian brought his face closer to Levie's. As Sebastian's face drew closer, Levie closed his eyes. Waiting for Sebastian's lips to gently touch his lips.

However, Sebastian paused for a moment when the distance between them was inches away. He smiled at Levie who seemed to have been waiting for Sebastian to kiss him. But a second later, the smile faded and was replaced with a bitter expression.

After this kiss ends, No..Levie will..

Levie who felt Sebastian was taking too long, opened his eyes, he saw Sebastian who was frozen and just looked at him.

"Kenapa.. Sebastian?"

Sebastian shook his head. "No.. I just feel.. The atmosphere is a bit off for a kiss."

Levie pursed his lips, a sign that he was thinking. "That's right. If this is the case it seems like it's forced. Then what should we do?"

Not long after Levie realized something, he then looked at Sebastian who was also looking at him with a smile. Levi smiled widely. He knew that their thoughts were the same. They both thought of one word.

Date.

"Hurry up, Sebastian!" Levie tugged at Sebastian's arm, who had changed into a black shirt with white stripes and black jeans and black-and-white sneakers. Meanwhile, Levie wears a white onepiece with a black cat in it which looks very good on Levie. She also wears white lace-up heels with diamond-shaped stone ornaments that look sparkling.

The people who saw them stared with envy. They all think they are a very compatible couple. The man is very handsome, and the woman is very beautiful and sweet.

"I want to play this!" Levie pointed to Time-Gun Crisis 3.

"As you wish, My Lady."

They soon played together. With Sebastian's abilities and Levie's spirit, they made it to their leader's lair in just fifteen minutes. Less than five minutes later, they managed to kill the leader.

"It worked! Yeee!" Levie shouted as he hugged Sebastian. The women around them looked at Levie with envious eyes.

"It's also because of you, my dear ." Sebastian said while kissing Levie's head.

"My dear? Bukan My Lady?" bisik Levie.

"Aren't I your lover now, Levie, my dear ?"

Levie menyeringai. "Yes, dear. You're my boyfriend now."

Hearing this, Sebastian hugged Levie even tighter. Likewise Levie, he was getting closer to Sebastian. Anyone who sees it, will be like seeing a couple on their honeymoon, even though they will be separated soon, forever...

"I want a four-tiered ice cream with four different flavors. Don't forget to add colorful meises and a sprinkling of chocochips . For the final touch, drizzle with chocolate sauce on top. Oh yeah, just use a cone , okay?"

"Okay, what flavors?" asked the ice cream seller.

"Chocolate, vanilla, green tea and..."

"Yeah, guess what?"

Levi was still silent. His gaze fell on the bucket of blueberry-flavored ice cream. After a moment he smiled weakly. That's in the past , Levie thought.

"Strawberries. That's all. Sebastian, would you like some?" offered Levi.

"Okay, I'm just like you, my dear ."

"Fine. Please wait a moment." The ice cream seller said. After waiting five minutes their order was ready. "Here he is!"

Levie took his ice cream with sparkling eyes. It was as if the ice cream he was holding was now the world's greatest gem which was extremely rare.

"Kau suka, my dear?"

" Absolutely! " Levie grinned. He then started licking the four-tiered ice cream. Sebastian who smiled amused to see him also started eating his ice cream.

"Ice cream is the best!"

"But you have to remember that you shouldn't eat it too often."

"Well, right, let's start again."

"I have to remind you now, because I can't remind you later."

Levie stopped eating his ice cream. It was a little awkward. Slightly forced, Levie smiled at Sebastian.

"Well, ah, let's not talk about it anymore." Levie said while walking again still eating his ice cream.

"No matter how hard you dodge, it's bound to happen..Levie.." Sebastian whispered.

"This.." They arrived at the place where they chatted first, the 'Amber Twilight' grass field.

Sebastian got out of the car and closed the door. "The place to close our date." he said. He then opened the back door and took out a plastic bag filled with snacks and canned drinks. "Let's sit down, Levie."

Levi nodded in agreement. Not long after, they were sitting on the sloping ground with a grass floor and a roof over the sky.

"That's a lot of stars. Just like it used to be."

"Yes.." Sebastian said, then he opened a can of milk tea , then he gave it to Levie.

Silence enveloped them for a moment. Only the two of them breathed and the sound of the night wind brushing gently. Calm. That's the best word to describe that moment.

"After I forgot you," Levie said breaking the silence. "We won't see each other again?"

Sebastian shook his head. "Of course not, Miss. I can't appear in front of you anymore."

"I told you to call me Levie." Levie said angrily even though he was only joking. "Call me Levi."

"Levie.."

Hearing Sebastian call her that again, Levie burst into tears again.

"Then I can't hear you calling me like that again? I can't taste your cooking anymore? I can't be mad if you pervert again? I can't be your lover anymore? I can't touch you anymore? Hug you? Kiss you? did I do it again?"

"Itu benar, Nona.."

Levi looked down. "I can't..." he sighed.

"You certainly can. Once you forget me, you'll forget what you're feeling right now."

Levie looked at Sebastian with his wet eyes. "If that's what you say.. Let's do it now."

Sebastian crossed his arms over his chest. "Yes, my lady."

"But just so you know, I still don't want to forget you, I did it because you wanted me to."

"So if I want you to jump off the 50th floor building will you?"

"I will. As long as the '5' is omitted."

"You want to hang yourself if I tell you to?"

"I will. I'll hang myself on the tomato tree."

"Would you like to swim in the ocean too if I wanted to?"

"I will. But if the ocean has receded to a depth of fifty centimeters."

"You're really sneaky."

"The important thing is not more cunning than that damn boy who is a hundred times more cunning."

"Well. It doesn't matter if you are sly or not. What matters is that you are the best lady that i ever met ."

"Thank you."

" So.. Can I do it now?"

Levie nodded heavily. "I'm... a little ready."

Sebastian drew closer to Levie. His eyes locked Levie's gaze on him. Levie also looked at him without blinking. He seemed hypnotized to keep staring deeper into those bloody eyes . Levi gulped. He just realized that the creature in front of him was really handsome.

"Looks like you're still scared. Relax a bit."

"How can I relax?" Levi protested.

"Hmm..." Sebastian mumbled, thinking about how to make Levie more relaxed.

Before Sebastian could find the answer, suddenly there was the sound of fireworks being launched. Levie and Sebastian looked up at the sky and saw fireworks that had exploded in a colorful circle. Not only one, the fireworks were followed by other fireworks.

"It's so beautiful.." Levie said in awe.

"Like you." Sebastian's successful reply made Levie blush. "Ah, no, I mean Gloria." He said hastily said the cat's name.

Hearing that, Levie scowled. "Uuh.. Another cat! You cat maniac!" he starts hitting Sebastian.

Sebastian laughed. Then, he held Levie's hands together. He stared intently at Levi. Slowly he brought his lips to Levie's, who was silent. This time Sebastian didn't stop to make fun of Levie. He pressed his lips to Levi's. No french kisses . They just put their lips together. Like channeling warmth through their lips. They stayed in that position for a long time before Sebastian pulled Levie closer into his arms. He started to suck Levie's lips and Levie replied. The kiss between them grew hotter. They stopped for a moment, Sebastian let Levie take a breath. Then they continued again, but this time Levie had two tears in his eyes.

Their first French kiss , done in their last time together. His heart aches and hurts. But slowly, the stinging disappeared, as well as his consciousness that was fading away. He broke the kiss on Sebastian. He opened his eyes and saw Sebastian's face. It was the last time he saw Sebastian, as his eyes slowly closed again. But before he completely lost consciousness, Levie whispered softly, "Sebastian..."

It was a beautiful morning at Harry Accounting , the weather was clear, and the birds were whistling to each other, the still cool air blanketing the morning. Truly a suitable atmosphere for work.

That's what Merry, one of Harry Accounting's employees , feels, he feels today is a beautiful day to start his work as a financial auditor for a private company. It's not an easy job, but Merry is sure he can enjoy it today.

While humming the song Michael Bublé-It's A Beautiful Day, Merry climbed the stairs to Harry Accounting 's office which is located on the 2-3th floor in one of the buildings near Preston St. that. However, Merry only went up to the 2nd floor because his room was actually there. When he opened the door, he saw Joe who looked serious through the files.

"Halo, Joe!" Sapa Merry.

Joe shifted his gaze from the files to Merry who smiled at him. "Hey, Merry!"

"Where are the others? They've come, haven't they?"

"Vicky is out buying coffee, Edward is on the phone with his girlfriend on the balcony, and Rose is... somewhere, I don't know."

"I see.. Then Levie?"

"Dia..."

"I'm here."

Merry and Joe turned to the source of the voice. A girl who will turn twenty-five in two days. A girl with caramel brown eyes and short black hair. Her lips curved into a sweet smile that made her look very beautiful.

"Pagi, Levie, my dear."

"Morning, Merry." Levie greeted with a big smile.

"Are you all right? You just got out of the hospital after a week's hospitalization since you were found unconscious near your house."

Levi nodded. "Don't worry! I'm fine! The proof is I'm working again, right?"

Merry and Joe were silent to hear it. Merry broke the silence and said, "How about we go karaoke after work? To cheer you up, Levie!"

"Thanks, Merry. But, can we do it tomorrow? For some reason I want to be alone for tonight.."

"All right, dear Levie, if you want company, just call me and I will immediately go to your place ."

" Arigatougozaimasu! "

"Japanese?" seru Merry dan Joe.

"Yeah, it's all because I started liking that country. Especially the anime."

"Wow, wow, Levie's nature is showing up again. He'll be bored soon."

"As usual." Said Joe.

"What are you guys doing?! I'm not that easily bored!"

Merry and Joe laughed together. Edward, Vicky, and Rose who had just entered the room were confused by the behavior of the three of them. While Levie was still pouting with a slight blush.

Levie was packing his things to get ready to go home from his overtime, when Joe asked Levie to talk.

"What's the matter, Joe?" Levie asked seeing Joe looking a little nervous.

"No..I..just wanted to ask if..if.."

"Ya?"

"Kalau...itu.."

"Hmm?" Levie raised his eyebrows, waiting for Joe's words.

"Au..ng.." Joe looked Levie right in the eye. "Why did you cut your hair?"

BOOK! PRACTICE! KROMPYANG! BRUUK!

There was a noise in the closet room. Levie quickly ran to the closet. He opened the wooden door and saw Merry, Vicky, Rose, and Edward inside. The toilet looks messy. The cleaning equipment that was in the afternoon was still neatly arranged, it was in an irregular place.

"Merry? Vicky? Rose? Edward? Why are you guys in the closet? Did you guys make the noise earlier?"

"Sorry, my dear Levie.. I was just curious. Hehe.."

"We want to know what Joe has to say to you until he's willing to work overtime with you." Vicky said.

Rose said flatly. "Rose just went along with it."

"If I wanted to see firsthand what you would do if you were alone in this empty study. Hehehe .." Edward said in a perverted tone.

"E-since when were you guys here?"

"Since the two of you left this room ten minutes ago to retrieve data from the data room." Edward said.

"You guys..." Joe, who was usually calm, was now pinching Edward's ear. Edward groaned in pain, but Joe still didn't stop his screaming.

"Yes, yes, Joe.." Levie laughed amused. "Joe, I cut my hair because I wanted to. Doesn't it fit?"

Joe shook his head quickly. "No! That fits perfectly! You're getting more and more beautiful, Levie."

Levi smiled at that. "Thanks, Joe. Is that all you wanted to say?"

Joe was speechless. Merry cs. looking forward to what Joe has to say. Soon, he said, "Levie, do you want to have dinner with me this Saturday night?"

"Eh?" Levie was slightly surprised by Joe's sudden request. He then smiled again with the sweetest smile Joe had ever seen. "Okay. I don't have any promises anyway."

"Really? All right, I'll tell you where and what time."

Levi nodded. While Merry thought.

"Saturday night.." he hissed. "Ah! You want to celebrate Levie's birthday alone, don't you?! Cheats! Didn't we promise if someone had a birthday, we'd eat together?!"

"Eh.. But, I.."

"Don't want to know! Anyway, we have to go! Not bad for free food. Yes, friends?!" Merry shouted making Vicky, Rose, and Edward exclaim in agreement.

"Heee? Who said I would treat you guys too?!"

"The one who invites pays .." Merry said casually.

"Apaa?!"

Levie just smiled seeing his friends who were still arguing. Tired of seeing them arguing all the time, Levie looked out the window at the stars strewn across the sky. Somehow it's like déja vu to him. Whenever he looked up at the starry sky, he always felt the night breeze caress his hair even though he was in the room and not turning on the air conditioner. He also felt that he was sitting on the grass even though he was sitting on the carpet.

He felt.. there was something he forgot. He wanted to remember, but he couldn't. The more he remembered it, the more he couldn't. But then he gave up. He felt there was no point in thinking about it. Levie reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out his wallet. He opened his wallet and saw a photo of three children smiling broadly. Himself, William, and Kath.

Levi's eyes glazed over for a moment. He was sad again when he remembered that they were both gone. They died because they were killed by robbers. At least that's what he knows. But whatever the reason, he was still sad because he lost the twin brother he used to hate the most and the person he loved the most.

Levie sighed, it was time he forgot them. Not, rather, not to think about them constantly and to linger in sorrow. Levie looked at the photo once more. He then smiled, increasingly convinced of his choice.

"This is the best." Levi said.

Levie then opened the window and pulled the photo out of his wallet. He then tore the photo into small pieces and flew the pieces with the wind blowing outside.

Goodbye, Kath, William, and the old me.

Levie felt relieved after throwing the photo away. However, the corner of his little heart still felt something was up. About the déja vu .

"About.. Am I really forgetting something?" asked Levie to the starry night sky.

Meanwhile, not far from there, there was a shadowy figure that seemed to be watching Levie who was looking at the sky. The figure smiled briefly, then, the figure disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Midway to hell I met you,

You came to give me hope.

You came to give me a purpose.

You give me a taste I've never tasted

when I haven't met you.

You gave me love.

But baby, that love will never come true,

You asked me to stay away

What can I do but obey you?

All right, I'll do it.

Even though it was very, very hard for me.

And finally, I forgot you..

Black Butler Return!: Black Butler's Lady

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Last Chapter: Goodbye