#Black butler Sebastain

[wingekprincessproffssor]

yandere sebastain x reader

part 2

as he leans in and he whispers "we will see eacother again little lady " then he leaves without a trace then you wake up feeling confused about the dream you had and why he was in your dreams? Was it cus he made you blush and it leaved a effect on you? You didnt know so you stopped think about it too deeply so you wont overthink then you go to wash your face and have some snacks before starting the work as you finish eating you go to counter waiting for new cosmuters to come and you heared the door bell ring its was an old men who seemed to be drunk man's face was red and he was hiccuping then he opened his mounth to speak

"Give mee what i want" the old men says btween hiccups as he slams his hand to the table

"Sir please tell me what you want" you say as you nervously look at the man, the man hiccups few more times and he starts to grabs you

"S-sir! Calm down! " you say to the man but he doesnt care about your pleads as this countines , the man feels a white gloved hand on his shoulder and he turns to look at who is it then he sees a tall, black haired man with a red eyes, and wearing a butler outfit, the man feels his shoulder getting tighter and says btween hiccups " whats your problem?" Sebastain just looks at the man with anger and he pulls the old man by his callor his eyes bruning with anger he lets a out a possive growl and finally speaks " dont you dare to touch the lady like that its very innporite and rude " he growls showing his fangs then the old man shivers with fear " p-please dont h-hurt me " he says as he shakes in fear , a smirk appreas on sebastain face and he gets closer the mans face showing his deep red crismon eyes this makes the old man even more terffied and he begs for mercy then sebastain grabs him more tightly and when his faces twists in anger, the old man screams and runs as away as sebastain lets him go then he turns to look at you with a polite smile and he does a polite bow " the problem has been taking care of my lady" he says with a soft voice and a faint smile " t-thank you , but whats your name? " you ask him shyly then he turns to look at you with a polite smile and says "my name is sebastain michealis, the loyal butler of the phontimive " he kisses your hand as your cheeks reddens, he sees this and smirks "my my what a lovely color, and have a good day miss " he bows and leaves , he thinks about how he wants to claim you for himself and how cute you are with your little shy face ,and he gets an idea ,going to his young master and telling him that he has find a new maid with one swift move, he goes to the mansoin, reaches to the ciel's room and enters inside bows infront of him "young master, today i have a find someone who could be a maid here, i would like to bring her here and train her immadetly" sebastain finshes with a polite smile then waits for ciel to answer him , then ciel speaks

"very well sebastain, bring her in and i accpect you to trian her properly" ciel says with his usual stren look then sebastain nods and goes to find you, after hour or two, he comes back with you, and gestures for you introdoce yourself to ciel, as you introdoce yourself, ciel hums in approval and speaks " very well, welcome to the mansoin, form this day on , you will be serving me, and i accpect you to be loyal, and sebastain will train you as the headbutler, he will teach you how to be a good maid " ciel finishes and gestures for you and sebastain to go , sebastain closes the door and looks at me with a polite smile and says " i hope you are ready for a one of hell of a traning my dear, i will teach you everything you need to know and how to please the young master so listen closely dear " Sebastain says as he smiles sofly then he takes out a maid dress, which is beutifully perpared, its has a puffy skirt with light shoulders and its black and its has a white aporan, and a maid hair band "here my dear, wear this " he hands out to you the dress and gestures for you to go to an room and dress up, as you nod and wear the dress , you come out from the room, sebastain's smirk widens and he lets a hum"my my, you look abosetly adorble " he smirks and you notice that his eyes never leaving you, as he smiles sofly at you, he says "welcome to your new life my dear, i hope you will get used it " he finishes with his signuture smile and walks away dissparing from the sight, as you are now leaved with many thoughts

[night-dazai]

Demons Wife

“fuck …oh my ….” full lips pulled into a smirk while sharp fangs peeked out “You even made me curse, such naughty lady aren't you, “ he said while white-gloved hands roamed your body pulling at your nipples and thrusting a finger into your wet weeping cunt.

“Seb…seabass….” you tried but nothing but strangled moans left your mouth, you had no idea how long it had been since you were in this position.

7 months into your marriage with Sebastian to save you from being a slave, you thought Ceil and his butler were kind men who had saved you and little did you know. You would sometimes question your husband's actions and behaviour, but with his gentlemanly aura you never even thought for a second he could be a devil or anything even close to evil. ”y/n we got married too soon, it might be a shock for you my dear, “ he said softly gloved hands creasing yours “Let's get to know each other and maybe one day we can consummate this marriage “ his smile angel like you could not thank god enough for such a caring and loving husband. In the 7 months, you guys would go on cafe dates and night outings cause that's when he was mostly free from his butler work. Holding hands after 2 months and kissing after 5 months broke it for you. You were sure you could give everything of yourself to him. “Sebastian, we can consummate this marriage, “ you said a month ago while you were out for a walk after dinner. His red eyes widened for a second and were soon replaced by a kind smile “Don't force yourself, love, it will be hard “ he said squeezing your hand reassuringly “But “you said stopping him “I want it to be you “You looked up dead in his eyes” I want you to take my virginity and all of me… I give it to you “ you said giving your hand to him. His red eyes looked at you quietly for a second before he got on his knees took your hands and kissed them “Your wish is my command y/n” he said smiling. You thought his eyes became darker for a second or maybe you were dreaming. But after the confession, your gentle husband made it his mission to get you accustomed to his touch, and light makeouts which left you panting for air.

“y/n I would like it if you looked at me more “ he said taking your hands which covered your tear-tainted face which was bright red. You looked up at him “Beautiful “ was all you could think but soon you pouted and turned your head to the side “No..not fair “ you said softly.

He chuckled kissing your jaw” What's not fair love ?” he asked innocently, you were sure he knew what it was. You lay naked and vulnerable on the bed while he was still fully clothed. You pulled at his shirt, chuckling at your cuteness “My my of course what is this rude behaviour of mine “ he said and moved back removing each piece of clothing with deliberate calculations and making sure you got a full show of him doing it.

“Now things are just going to get more rude “ he said pushing you back to the bed. The dimly lit room had both your shadows on the wall while some of the candles near your bed flickered a little due to the tension in the room.

That was when you noticed it fully, red eyes, fangs ready to draw blood and the smile of the devil, a shadow deep and darker than hell your husband smiled down on you creasing the side of your check “It will hurt, we have all the time so we can go slow okay “.

It was not a question, it was an order, telling you nothing will stop him. You have heard many call your wedded partner a devil and there were many questionable things that you have seen but …..” does it matter ?”.

Smiling you opened your arms wide “If you are going to hell or even if you are hell ..take me …”. That when the realisation hit you “I knew …… did not accept it “ you said “Claim me “

You did not know what effect your words had on him but his actions stopped, his dick right at your entrance while he stared into your eyes “Do…do you even know the meaning of the things you said ? What if I am a sinful being and ..not even human ?” he asked softly but there was no gentleness in it “that has nothing to do with me . You are my husband “you said still smiling like a child at a candy store.

The demon's red eyes flashed a dangerous red but collected himself he smiled, face filled with nothing but love “You surely will drive me crazy one day before that whiny master of mine does “ he said chucking and as you both were busy laughing his shaft moved right into you in one thrust.

Your back arching completely off the bed, air completely out of your lungs and eyes rolled back you held on to his shoulders for your life. Kissing your exposed neck, the devil smiled biting it, making you moan and yelp in pain and pleasure “All mine “ eyes red as fire and shadow darker than hell … The devil claimed his wife ………….

I always had a soft spot for the demon butler and also wanted one for myself ..but @chooyahh reminded me of my old lover. Thank you for that!💕

[moonmaiden1996]

Butler's Bride

Some requested this ages ago, but I forgot to post it till now. Part two is now out

The nights grew colder, the wind harsher as autumn settled over the Phantomhive manor, painting the grounds in deep reds and browns. You had come to work here at the insistence of your father, who saw nothing more than a powerful alliance in your role as the manor’s herbalist and healer. Hidden behind the guise of a mere servant, you blended potions and mixed spells, weaving remedies for Ciel’s asthma and carefully protecting your brother’s health from afar. Yet you knew the real reason you were here—your father’s relentless pursuit of power, a way to bind you to the Phantomhive name, by your work. The bitter irony was not lost on you: even now, he attempted to control you from a distance.

Each day passed in a haze, with you performing your duties and forcing yourself to ignore the weight of Sebastian’s gaze, which seemed to settle over you at every turn.

Sebastian watched you intently, his fascination growing with each spell you cast, every whispered incantation that passed your lips. But fascination was only the beginning. As he studied you from the shadows, he felt the first hints of something darker and more dangerous—a need, primal and consuming, that had been growing since the first time he saw you in that moonlit clearing, casting spells in the depths of the forest. He had seen countless mortals succumb to love, to obsession, but this—this was something more, rooted in the twisted hunger of his demonic nature.

You moved through the manor as if you were a ghost, performing your duties with eerie grace, speaking only when necessary. The cold distance between you both drove him mad, stirring his possessive instincts as nothing else had before. How could you deny him? You belonged to him, and he was prepared to make sure you understood that.

One night, as you poured over ingredients in the dim warmth of the manor’s hidden apothecary, you heard the soft rustle of fabric as Sebastian entered the room. You didn’t bother to look up, focusing instead on the delicate powder you were adding to your potion. His presence was as familiar as your own heartbeat, lingering in every dark corner, in every shadow. He’d likely come to observe you yet again, standing too close, always watching.

“What are you working on this evening?” he asked smoothly, voice a dark caress in the quiet room.

“An infusion,” you replied curtly, the cold bite of your words clear.

"For the master, or for someone else?” His voice lowered, edged with something unspoken, and a shadow of a smile played on his lips as he stepped closer, his gaze never wavering from your face. The air around you grew heavy, charged with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

“For my brother,” you said evenly, your fingers tightening around the vial in your hand.

“Ah, your brother,” he murmured. “Always so fiercely devoted to him. Yet… if only he could see that perhaps you could do more for him if you were to accept the power you would gain at my side.”

You turned to him, something sparking in your eyes as you met his gaze. “I will never be your puppet, Sebastian,” you said, your voice low and defiant. “You may have twisted my father’s hand, but you will not twist mine.”

Sebastian’s eyes narrowed, his lips pressing into a thin line. He stepped closer, so close that you could feel the unnatural chill radiating from him, a reminder of what he truly was. “Puppet?” he echoed, his voice sharp. “I think you misunderstand me. What I want is far from control. I want a partner—a true companion. I want you to choose this of your own free will, to choose me, and to bind yourself to me. But if I must, I will claim you by any means necessary.”

“Claim me?” You scoffed, even as his words sent a shiver down your spine. “I am not some prize to be won, demon.”

His expression softened, though his eyes remained intense, unwavering. “It’s true—you are far more than that. You are a force, wild and untamed, like magic itself.’’ his gloved hand danced across your cheek as he spoke. “That is why I seek you as my bride. Do you think I would look twice at someone who cowers, who lives in fear? No. It is your defiance, your strength, that calls to me. But we both know that you cannot be free of your father’s influence without someone powerful enough to keep him away.”

The words settled over you like a dark promise, wrapping around your heart and soul. As much as you hated it, he was right. Your father was a cruel, calculating man who had already made it clear he would go to any length to control you, to use you for his own ends. Being at the manor had already reduced your father’s hold over you, giving you enough freedom to protect your brother. Yet, his influence lingered, a shadow over your life that you knew wouldn’t fade unless you took drastic action. If Sebastian truly meant what he said, he could be the final step toward severing that connection forever.

“And what would I gain by accepting this arrangement?” you asked, refusing to give in without a fight. “If I’m to be your bride, as you call it, what would I receive in return?”

Sebastian’s gaze softened, his hand reaching to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. The touch was gentle, a stark contrast to the possessive darkness that lingered in his voice. “Protection,” he replied. “Freedom from your father’s tyranny. A place where you can practise your craft without fear, without the constant worry that he might interfere. And,” he added, his voice lowering, almost a whisper, “the opportunity to harness your power as no one else can. To truly live as you are meant to.”

You held his gaze, studying him with a silent intensity, weighing his words against the reality of your situation. There was a hint of something in his eyes—a vulnerability, almost, as though he were offering you a part of himself. In that moment, you realised he was not lying, nor was he manipulating you. In his twisted way, he meant every word. Sebastian Michaelis wanted you, not as a pawn or possession, but as a companion, a partner bound by blood and darkness.

"And my brother?” you asked quietly, your voice softening as you began to relent.

Sebastian inclined his head. “He will be under my protection, as I promised. And if you ever wished for him to come to the estate, I would see to it myself that he is safe and cared for.”

A long silence hung between you, the weight of your choice pressing down on you. Accepting him would mean aligning yourself with a demon, with darkness itself. But refusing him… refusing him would leave you forever vulnerable to your father’s influence, shackled to a past that would haunt you until it destroyed everything you loved.

Slowly, you reached for his hand, your fingers brushing against his in a silent acceptance. His grip tightened almost immediately, as though he feared you might slip away, but when you looked up into his crimson eyes, you saw a glint of something else—a depth of desire tempered by respect, an acknowledgment that you had chosen this path willingly.

Sebastian’s lips quivered into a smile, a dark satisfaction spreading across his face. “You are mine,” he said softly, his voice a promise, a claim that resonated with both pride and reverence. He lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, a touch both tender and possessive. “In darkness, in power, and in blood.”

For the first time, you felt a strange warmth settle in your chest—a feeling of neither love nor hatred but something entirely different, something born of choice and fate intertwined. You had accepted him, this demon who saw in you not just a woman, but a partner equal to his power, equal to his darkness.

As you gazed into his eyes, you knew you had made a pact not with a man but with a force beyond comprehension, a promise woven into the very fabric of shadows. And though it was not love that bound you, it was something else, something fierce and unbreakable, something that would endure beyond life and death itself.

You were no longer merely a witch or a sister—you were his bride, his chosen, bound to a demon who would do whatever it took to see your power fully realised, to see you free. In him, you had found a strange kind of freedom—a dark and twisted liberation that would shield you from all who sought to control you, all it cost you was your hand in marriage.

Please like, comment, or make a request. I am hoping to write more spicy Sebastian stories in the future

[jellystarsdrops]

imagine if agni actually came to the school to try and help them by disguising as a teacher too

his ass would NOT be helping, he would be too busy kissing his husband sebastian

[blackberryshortcake]

A Quest?

So, I'm sort of well aware that the Black Butler fandom is basically dead, but I've had this fic rolling around in my head for a WHILE now and I figured I'd give it a shot. I did my best to grammar check this so forgive me if there are mistakes.

Sebastian Michaelis x FemReader <3

Warnings: this fic will contain mature content such as foul language alcohol consumption, smoking, general inappropriate behavior (MDNI 18+), mentions of blood, weapons, and death

If you are sensitive to any of the above warnings pass this one up.

Synopsis: A child of Dionysus long reserved and practically retired from the world of gods and monsters finds herself on impromptu quest with a demon, his master and her trusted companion Odysseus (a large black dog gifted to her by Hades, the god of the dead).

Will she survive or will she perish like so many demigods before her....

The heavy door to the small cabin slammed shut behind her as soon as it opened, shaking the snow from her boots so as not to drag it through the whole house. A sigh fell from Y/N’s lips as she looked over at the unlit fireplace and the large black German shepherd in front of it.

“Ody?” The dog lifted its head in response rather than get up and trot over to its owner.

“Lazy dog,” she muttered under her breath as she shrugged off the many layers she had put on before venturing out into the snow.

“They're saying we're gonna get a lot of snow tonight, you know.” She spoke to the dog as though he would talk back. “I stacked some firewood on the porch just in case we get snowed in.” The dog did not reply, merely content with sleeping the afternoon away instead of entertaining the girl's odd tendencies.

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At this point, the sun had long set. The wind howled wildly outside the cabin, and the snow was borderline white-out. It didn't bother her much, though. That's what she got for moving somewhere so remote, merely because it meant she wouldn't have to pay a mortgage. Y/N had just sat down with a book and a whiskey when the lights suddenly cut out. The soft music that had been playing from the Alexa in the corner of the room was now silent.

A sigh fell from her lips once more as she reached for her phone, turning on the flashlight.

“Ody, move. I gotta go check the generator.” The dog merely groaned before jumping off the young woman's lap to take his place in front of the fire. After pulling on a few layers and a winter coat, she headed out the back door to the small shed that sat about 100 yards from the house.

“I should have anticipated this damn thing would freeze,” she muttered as she kicked it, hoping maybe, just maybe, it would start back up.

“Damn.”

The trek back to the house was short but still difficult due to the sheer amount of snow on the ground.

“Ody? Looks like we're gonna have to go into town tomorrow.”

There was no response from the large black dog; the only sound was the fire cracking in the hearth.

“What do you say we curl up on the couch tonight?”

One might think the girl was lonely, living out here all by herself with nothing but her dog to keep her company. Sometimes she was lonely, but not tonight. The snowstorm raged outside, the cabin was dark, but the chill had yet to set in. Tonight, she felt safe, knowing that not a monster in sight would dare attack her with conditions the way they were outside. Tomorrow, however, she would have to venture into town to purchase the means to fix the generator. Tomorrow could wait, though. Tonight, she sat curled up on the couch, a fire in the hearth, and Ody curled into her side. Tomorrow could wait.

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The first thing she noticed when she awoke was that Ody was no longer curled into her side like usual.

“Ody?” Her voice was hoarse from sleep. Her eyes peeled open to reveal not the wooden walls of her humble abode but a lavish guest room with wallpaper you'd probably see in your grandmother's house.

“What the fuck?” She was no longer on her couch under a mountain of blankets but tucked neatly into an ornate queen-sized bed that looked like it belonged in a museum. Before she could get another thought—or perhaps insult—on the room's furnishings, a sharp knock came upon the door. Her head snapped over to the mahogany door as the knocking was heard again.

A smooth voice came from the other side: “Madam, are you awake?”

Before the voice on the other side could say another word, Y/N threw open the door, half-expecting some sort of chimera to be on the other side. But alas, it was not. Her eyes drank in the sight of the man before her. He was taller than her, but not by much. His hair was pitch black, and his skin was practically a shade warmer than milk.

“Where am I?” The words came out as more of a demand than a question.

“You are at the Phantomhive estate, Madam. My staff found you and your dog on the front steps this morning, unconscious. May I ask how you came to be there?” Hearing him speak more than a few words threw her off even more. Why did he sound British?

“Ody?” she asked. The confusion on his face made her realize she needed to clarify.

“My dog, his name is Ody—where is he?”

“He is being attended to by the servants. I believe my young master would like to have a word with you.”

“‘Young master?’” she muttered under her breath. A million thoughts were running through her head. Am I dead? Maybe this is a sick prank by the gods. Or I was poisoned. Or maybe this is a test. Or…..

The man's voice cut off her spiraling thoughts as he cleared his throat and gestured for her to come with him.

“Perhaps a chat with the young master might clear something up, Miss…?”

“Y/N.”

“Miss Y/N.”

He led her through the halls of what she could only assume was some sort of mansion. The silence was palpable before the man, whom she assumed was a butler—he was certainly dressed like one—spoke once more.

“If you don’t mind me asking, Miss Y/N, where are you from? Your accent is quite odd.”

“Oh, I’m from America. You can just call me Y/N. There’s no need for formalities.”

There was something odd about this man she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Perhaps it was his amber eyes, or maybe it was the reeking smell of the underworld that leaked out of him. He smelled like the river.

“Whereabouts in America?” How far away was this master of his? They’d been walking for like five minutes.

“Well, I’m originally from New York, but I live in Pennsylvania.”

“I see.”

“I see.” What the fuck does that mean?

They came to a stop in front of a large door. The dark-haired man raised his right hand, and a sharp knock befell the door. A quiet “Come in” was heard on the other side. The butler swiftly opened the door and gestured for her to enter before closing it, all but blocking the only exit. The office was larger than she expected. A large leather chair spun around to face her as she stepped forward to stand in front of the desk.

A boy?

A boy no older than 14 sat in the chair with a rather bored look on his face. His elbow came to rest on the desk before he spoke: “My butler tells me you and your dog were found unconscious on the steps in rather odd attire.”

“Uhh, yeah. I was sort of hoping you knew how I got here. See, all I remember is going to sleep last night and waking up here.” She shifted nervously where she stood, ready for whatever illusion had been placed on her to fall away any second.

“I see. Well, perhaps we should start with this. What are yours and your dog’s names?” The boy seemed rather amused by the whole situation, which only made her more nervous. She fiddled with the ring on her right hand.

“I’m Y/N, and my dog’s name is Ody.”

“Ody, and what is that short for?”

“Odysseus.” The tall butler crept closer, still blocking the path to the exit door. She could feel his looming presence as well as some odd magic that connected him to the boy.

“Interesting.” Was all he said before, in the blink of an eye, she had leapt to the side as the creepy butler attempted to grab her. The white steel ring on her right hand transformed into a double-edged sword.

She pointed it at the man in question. “What the hell are you?” Her words were as sharp as the heavy short sword in her hands.

His eyes were glowing at this point, and the boy still sat in his chair, ever amused by the situation at hand.

“I could ask you the very same question. You certainly aren't mortal.” The man’s voice had changed slightly. It seemed as though he was no longer keeping up the harmless servant façade.

“I am Y/N, daughter of Dionysus.”

The boy's eyes widened slightly at her response. “It seems you were indeed correct, Sebastian. It appears she is from another world.”

Her eyes flicked between the boy and the monster she had come to know as Sebastian.

“Okay, what the fuck is going on here?”

Although taken aback by her brashness, the child formulated a response. “So tell me, are you truly a demigod?”

“Yes, and what are you? A fury?” She kept her sword pointed at Sebastian as she inched closer to inspect his face.

Sebastian only smirked before taking a finger and pushing the sword away from his face. “I assure you, I am not a monster—”

“I beg to differ. You reek of the underworld, and I can see the seal binding you to that kid. So I’m going to ask you this once—”

“Where am I, and where is my dog?” Y/N raised the sword to the monster’s throat.

“I assure you, madam, there is no need for animosity. We wish you no harm. Sebastian only wanted to ensure you were not a threat.” The boy’s voice cut through her racing thoughts.

Her head snapped over to him. “And how do I know you're not going to try and kill me, or let your monster eat me for lunch?”

“I assure you, if I wanted to harm you, I would have done so already.” Sebastian's voice was dark, and his face contorted into a falsely polite smile. Y/N lowered her sword, not yet content on putting it away but rather at ease.

“You're creepy. So what exactly are you?” she said while popping her hand on her hip.

“I am but a humble butl—”

The boy cut him off. “He's a demon, Sebastian. Cut the charade and go fetch us tea.”

“As you wish, my lord.” He placed a hand over his heart and bowed slightly before taking his leave. It was like a switch flipped, and he was a normal butler again.

“Please sit. There is much to discuss.” The boy gestured to the armchair in front of his desk. “I must properly introduce myself. I am Earl Ciel Phantomhive.”

“Cool, cool. So what year is it?”

“1889.”

“You're kidding, right?” She deadpanned.

“I assure you I do not ‘kid.’”

“That’s great, just great.” She slumped back in her chair with frustration, willing the heavy sword in her lap to return to its previous state as the steel ring on her right hand.

“And what year is it where you are from?” Ciel seemed almost hesitant to ask the question, as though he almost couldn't believe her story.

“2025. It was January 14th, 2025.”

His eyes widened in surprise, although he kept his composure.

“I just can't believe this is happening. I mean, this has to be a trick by the gods, right?” Y/N asked Ciel as though he knew her or even the answer to such a ridiculous question. She straightened her posture in her chair before continuing. “You know, you don't seem so put off by the fact that a supposed time traveler slash world traveler appeared at your doorstep.”

“My butler is a demon, and you believe I would be put off by such circumstances?”

“Fair enough. Now, how demon-y are we talking? Like straight from hell demon or like biblical demon?”

“Is there a difference?” Ciel took a second to really take a look at the odd woman before him. Her clothing, for one, was odd. She wore a sort of long-sleeve shirt that was clearly old and black. The front read the words Camp Half-Blood with a pegasus on it. Her hair was lazily thrown up in a bun, and her pants were borderline scandalous with how tight they clung to her body.

Her voice cut him out of his thoughts. “I mean, probably. I’ve never met a demon. Oh, I have met an Eudaemon, which is sort of like a demon.”

A short knock on the door cut the conversation short as Sebastian entered the room with Ody in tow.

“Pardon me, my lord, but the mutt would not stay with the servants.” Ody ran into the room before jumping on the young demigod.

“Ody!” she shouted as the dog showered her in affection. Although he seemed to have calmed down slightly, his tail still ran a million miles a minute as he sat down in front of his owner.

“He probably could smell me on you.”

Sebastian's disdain for the dog was showing as he glared holes into it.

“What's your problem? Not a dog person?” she teased.

“No. Not particularly.”

“Well, Odysseus isn’t any old dog. He’s from the underworld. He was a gift from Hades when I turned 18.”

“So he’s a hellhound?” asked Ciel.

“Sort of. It’s kind of complicated and basically requires a degree in Greek theology to understand, but yeah, you could think of him as a hellhound.”

Ciel seemed to ponder a bit as Sebastian poured the tea.

“I will allow you to stay here while you figure out how to get home, but you must stay out of sight while the manor has guests. Do you understand?” She sensed an ulterior motive to Ciel’s offer but couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

“I mean, yeah, I guess so.” Am I really saying yes to staying with the crazy kid and his pet demon?

“Sebastian, where is the bag you found with her?”

“This bag, my lord.” Her eyes trailed over to Sebastian as he held the bag in question.

“What the hell?”

“Something the matter?” Ciel asked.

“Yeah, that’s my questing backpack that was in my closet. How did it end up here?”

The demon tilted his head. “Questing?”

For not liking dogs, he sure acts like one.

“Uh, yeah. It’s kind of hard to explain, but most half-bloods have a bag they take on quests with them. Although most half-bloods don’t go on more than one quest in their life, since it’s here, I’m almost starting to think I didn’t end up here on accident.”

“Ah, sort of a divine plan?” Sebastian teased.

“Yeah, actually. Or rather, most likely. I mean, how else could I have ended up here if not for the gods sending me on a quest? Although a talk with the oracle first would have been appreciated.”

She could tell by the way these two acted that they still weren't buying into the whole “the gods are real” bit, but alas, they must believe her since Sebastian could clearly sense she is a demigod.

Ciel spoke up. “So tell me, Y/N, are there any special abilities that come with being a demigod?”

She rooted through the bag, only half listening to the question at hand.

“Well, I mean, yeah, there are the basic ones—being mostly stronger and slightly faster than most humans—and then there are the godly parent-specific ones. Like, since my dad is the god of wine, among other things, I can literally turn water into wine.”

“I see. What else can you do?” Ciel turned to look at the boy straight on.

“Well, I mean, I’m pretty good with a sword. You kind of have to be when you're fighting for your life every time you step out of camp. I'm not horrible at archery. There is one other ability I inherited from my dad, though.” She trailed off.

“And that would be?” he leaned forward in his chair.

“It’s not that important.” Brushing aside the boy's probing, she focused her attention on the dog in front of her. “Sebastian, why don’t you show our guest back to her room?”

“As you wish, my lord.”

There was a look shared between the two that, if she had been none the wiser, she would have missed. A look that said “find out more about her” without the words actually being spoken.

With her backpack swung over her shoulder and her K-9 at her side, she stood ready to go and figure out what the gods wanted her here for, of all places.

bonus point to whoever can tell me how many times she said 'Ody'.

So, this fic isn't really a Percy Jackson and Black Butler cross over but more of a demigod ends up in Black Butler fic. It was just easier to write based on an already pre-established world of gods and monsters than to pull one out of thin air ~-~.

[gegesusu]

Sebaciel Childhood Sweetheart story：

*I had some Sebaciel fan art made based on story below:

*English is not my first language

*It is just a concept story under Modern AU, where both Sebaciel living as normal human, met each other in their childhood. In this setting, they both have a normal family, and living in a normal life.

*[Ciel] do exist in this setting, so Bocchan will be called as he\ little one in this fiction. It’s annoying not to know his real name, but I do not want to make it up :

There is a home party held in Phantomhive ‘s house. As always, the elder brother is standing in center of the spot light. His younger brother, watching the elder one, who is doted on by everyone in the party. The younger feels like he is just an audience of this party, so he escaped,going to the balcony without light turned on so that no one will see his loss.

“Are you all right?”

He looked up and saw a boy five to six years older, might came from one of his parents’s friends. The maroon eyes sparkled like rubies in the dark. The black hair reminded him of the big, scary, loyal dog in the house, but at this moment, it gave him a sense of security that overflowed.

Even so, the little one is nervous about meeting strangers for the first time, and he suddenly into panic.

“Oh, I'm, I'm sorry, I. . .”

“I know, It's boring to go to grown-up’s parties, right? I was forced to join this party , but it is so boring, so I escaped.” The boy in front of him has realized the elephant here, so he start to talk himself to clear its way. “Hey, If you don't mind, would you like to have some chat with me? I thought we two can get well .”

[Chat? A conversation with me must be further boring! There are other kids in this party, why he asked me? Oh, I see, he must have mistaken me for Ciel!]

“Sorry, I-I'm not...”

“Yes, I do know you are the younger one from Phantomhive. Oh, apologize for not introducing myself. I'm Sebastian.Nice to meet you”He reached out his hand for a greeting.

[Sebastian… our guard dog also called this name]

Since Ciel is his twin brother, people used to mistake him for Ciel, his own existence is always thin when his brother is here. But this time, someone gave a notice for him, it is so out of blue, and confused. It is his first time meet Sebastian, why he can know the difference so quickly? Maybe because he isn’t such a weak person as I am so Sebastian immediately recognized him. Is he feel pitiful for me, being alone?

He just looking at hand in front of him, trying to read the mind of Sebastian —smiling with sincerity.

A pair of ruby only reflect himself, waiting for his response patiently.

First time in his life, he felt he have been seen by another person.

Somehow....it let the little one feel kind of happy that someone could recognize him at the first place.

So he took the hand just for him.

”... Nice to meet you…too “

This is their first met.

[sleepy-n-thinkin-stuff]

SebAgni hand holding + Wedding rings

[xxthefairywitchxx]

Stream art including my mama's birthday art!

[rachelethearistocrat]

since my fixation on Black Butler is returning in full swing (thank you Public School/Green Witch arc anime adapts!), may I present my Sebastian cosplay from ye old 2021:

I'd love to revisit this cosplay, but alas it no longer fits, as I've gained weight as growing humans do.

[plague-of-insomnia]

Poor Ciel would never get to eat bc Seb would have spent all day getting his meter to max

Shout out to Sebastian Michaelis you would love the boop feature

[phantomhivemichaelis13]

Monochrome Kiss is from Sebastian's POV (imo)

I feel like Monokuro kiss, the op to Black Butler is essentially from Sebastian's pov

I KNOW it sounds like Ciel's pov at first, and rightfully so—but I listened to the song obsessively. Each time it feels like, it was indeed Sebastian singing it, professing his feelings for Ciel based on one specific translation of the song here:

There is no color to our encounter, marked in monochrome

Sebastian and Ciel's first encounter is when Ciel makes the contract. For Sebastain, the initial encounter is merely monochromatic, or dull as he naively assumes that this will be just one of his other contracts. And soon, Ciel will blend in with his monochromatic past of consuming souls in the darkest recess of his mind.

I go where your cool fingers beckon me

The unforgiving autumn, which forcefully traces my scars, comes

While your cool fingers still beckon me

This denotes the fact that Sebastian follows Ciel's orders, whatever, whenever, however Ciel wants things done—he goes there to complete the task. Ciel's sharpness, and sometimes viciousness makes him a cool person in Sebastian's eyes. Aka, he is somewhat fascinated with Ciel's soul.

Like troublesome ice, melting down---Sebastian's hunger is beckoning him to consume Ciel's soul. He is just like ice, melting in his hunger for his soul.

(Also this reminds me of Ice King by Yana Toboso-)

You tenderly scoop me up and toy around me with your lips

But the moment he hears Ciel's orders from his lips, he restrains, incredibly fascinated. Sebastian has had instances where he could consume Ciel's soul, and yet he holds back when he gets a glimpse to his soul— through his vicious, and grim voice—keeping Sebastian on his toes, guessing and being bewildered with this child's cunningness. Sebastian is being toyed around, with Ciel's lips (orders)

Nevertheless, I search for a form of love

Sebastian wants this contract to end– He is hungry and wants to devour the soul that he has so tastefully cultivated. And yet

Sebastian has grown fascinated, and feels a glimmer of love— and he wishes for Ciel to confirm it too, subconsciously.

The dry eyes that shape the present rather than a time far beyond

I wish for it to be wrapped and end it like this

Together, we concealed our pale selves, the moon is hiding too.

But he knows that their time is limited. He is stuck in the present and cannot think of a time far beyond Ciel's existence. He is hiding this desire and at the same time, he also somewhat wishes for this dilemma to just end.

Since then, I came to love the night somewhat

In the sea of dependence, I forget to even breathe.

Right before we get absorbed in each other, you only leave behind a trepid breath

Or Just before you get carried away, I'm leaving only my warmth

Sebastian has come to love the fateful night they met–they become entangled with each other very deeply as the days go on. Yet, Ciel and Sebastian both face trepidation at this very notion.

Or, In the art of knowing when to quit, I hate your conceited kisses

Sebastian knows when and where to mark the termination of a contract, and yet he hates (read loves™) Ciel's vain self.

Don't leave me alone and brighten the room, you speak

Every word slips through the cracks in your room

I wish for it to be wrapped and end it like this

But the night ignores that wish and brings morning

Sebastian's monochromatic life finds color as Ciel brightens it up with his words. He wishes the nights would last, but the days are passing as Ciel gets closer and closer to his vengeance.

The sighs are lost in the question behind a smile; only the moon is watching

So here's another kiss, to tainted bliss, a toast to empty promise (oooh i LOVE these lines so much)

I shall paint this final night

As the moon illuminates us.

Sebastian does not wish to think much of this question, this dilemma. So he wishes to end this contract by the moonlight- end it with a kiss specifically. He imagines this vividly, and yet he restrains.

[wingekprincessproffssor]

Yandere sebastain x reader

Summary: you were an villager who has a small bakery shop , but theres was this day ciel and his butler sebastain dropped by your bakery and to your suprise they really liked your baked goods but his butler had another plans for you

Its a warm spring day in england, birds were singing, the weather was warm and also refreshing and you were happily selling the baked goods that you made with so much passion and hard work

"Here you go sir! " you said with a smile as you give the old man packcage of cinnom rolls and he politely thanked you and leaved you let out a sigh of relief, with the a mount of cosmuters you were having today was exsuthing but you were proud of yourself , you were managed to handled it all by yourself. As the your day countined , you were cleaning the empty shells that once were filled with a lots of baked goods before now emptied by your cosmuters , once you finshed with the cleaning, you make your the way to filled the shells with the new baked goods, as you were placing them on the shells, you heared your door bell ring as the two man with a young english boy entered inside, you immidetly recognize the boy, its was no other than ciel phantomive and his butler sebastain michealis

" hello my lord, how can i help you today? " you said kindly as you give the boy a smile

"Hello, miss my master would like to buy one of your baked goods" his butler replied with a warm smile on his face and ciel nodded as a approvel of his words

" of course , which one of them would you prefer my lord? " you asked the boy

" i would like to have some of your apple pies and bagels " he said pointing the shell where the apple pie and bagels are , you give him a slight nod and approach the shell filling the bag with bagels and a apple pie as you perpared the bag , you gentely handed the bag to his butler as his butler paid for the things, he give you a smile as he leaved with his master. As they were gone, you stood there taking a deep breath feeling proud of yourself that you managed handled it without messing up with exticement , as you the hours passed, you countined your work in the kitchen, your cosmuters send you letters to give you thier orders so you have to do a lots of baking today, as you finished making thier dough and shaping them, you put them on the oven letting them bake, you let a sigh of relief, feeling relived that you manged to finish your tasks , this all took you for 3 hours or maybe even more you were only a one person after all, you sit on the kitchen's couch letting yourself have well desvered rest, as you rest you read one of the letters one of the cosmuters that send you as you read this one wanted a pumking pie and a cherry pie, which you were finished making it and now letting it bake in the oven, after a hour they were gone baking and you put them out of the oven as the smell of the baked goods filled the kitchen , you couldnt help but sniffing the smell, its was beutiful and very delicious as you put them on the table covering them with a soft mistress so they can rest for a bit as you leaved the kitchen, you make your way to the to the outside to grab some things for your next baked goods, as you walked in the streets of england, you admired the beutifull weather and its was still afternoon so you could still admire the weather as you stopped at your favorite shop, you went inside and greeted the old lady whom always give you the right things and treated you kindly which you appriceted a lot

" hello dear, is it the usual again? " she said giving you a warm smile

"Yes, the usual " you giggled as she handed you , your stuffs which were baking poweder, sugar, sugar, vanillia, cinnamons, strawberries , cheeries and pumking as you take them from her hands you paid for the things you bought and thanked her then leaved as you were walking you were too drifted in your thoughts about the butler that you couldnt the man in front of you which you bumped into , your head hitted his hard chest you hear his gentle voice " miss, are you alright? " he says while his one of this arm holding your waist and one of them holding your bags, as you turned to look at him , you regonized him, its was ciel's butler sebastain, as the realzetoin hitted you , your cheeks started to get cherry red

" oh!, am so sorry sir! " You say as you get more flustered and embressed , he gives you a polite smile " dont worry miss, theres nothing to worry about " sebastain says as he gives your bags

" thank you sir, i really appricete it" you say to him with a smile

" its was my pleasure miss" he says in the gentlest tone making your heart skip a beat as the butler about to make his leave he stopped his tracks and come to you " by the way, my master really liked your baked goods miss , i must say you are quite good at it too " he smiles at you then he speaks again " oh and one more thing, my master wanted to give this letter , its has his orders in it, he hopes you can make them in 3 days and i shall be the one who will come and pick his orders, until then i hope you will manage to finish them miss " he says as he hands you to the letter and leaves , as he was out of your sight , you were left with the letter in your hand and you wondered what his orders , a spark of caruoistiy hit you but you remind yourself that you need to go to your home and read it there since you were carrying your bags still so you made your way to your bakery and as you arrive , you put your things on the table and place them on the closet which you put your baking stuffs there, as you close the closet , you were left with the letter as you open to read it, its was written prefectly with a perfect english, and in the letter it was written that master ciel wanted a cherry pie which to your luck you have enough things to make that also he mentoined that he wants an freshed baked buns as you give them to the butler he thanked you and leaved giving you a smile then he leaved with his bags after he leaved , you were left alone and you make your way to the kitchen to make the cherry pie and the other things he wanted from you , you papared the intgitedents for the pie , and you diced to make it , papering the things for the pie , as you were peraping the things, you give flour its shape and made it suitable so you can put it on its on iron shaped palate, as you finished putting the pie covering it with a thin balanket so no bugs wont lay on it, as you put the balanket on the pie so that no bugs could lay on it or leave thier dirt on it after all you worked so hard to make it and you also put it on the frige so it wont get rotten , as you put it on the frige, you felt proud of yourself that you manged to finish your tasks for today, you were quite tired and you wanted to rest a bit so you sit on the couch , trying to catch your breath and relax for a bit, as you were sitting on the couch, you opened the letter, you read it once again, you realized that master ciel wanted a pumking deseret as well so with that, you started to make the dessert as well, while the cheery pie rests , you started to make the pumking dessert and cutting the pumking and.pelling it its skin after that you put the pumking slices on the boiling pout , making them cook for an hour as they cook, you papered some nuts to sprinkle on the pumking pie dessert once you finish carcking the nuts,and turining them into a dust, you place them on a plate. You also checked your pumkings too, which they were done boiling so you take them out of the pout, and put some sugar on them then the nuts that you cracked and you turned into a dust, you spirnkle on them , making the dessert look more delicous, you put the dessert on the box and put it in the frige, letting it rest, as you were finished your work , you hoped that ciel would like the things you made for him, so as the hard working baker that you are , you start cleaning the kitchen which made you tired after cleaning it , you were so tired making his orders made you waste all your engery well so after you done cleaning the kitchen you make your way to your bed room, letting yourself sleep after working so hard today, as you lay down in the soft mattress, you closed your eyes and drift to the dream land as you sleep, you see him in front of you and he leans in and whispers softly.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hello~ I don't know if someone has already ask this but I'll just ask anyway. What made you so interested in Jade? I'm not saying it's a bad thing or anything of the sort. I'm just very intrigued.

Also to feed into your J-word brain rot I present to you this, but picture Jade. Lol I saved this photo as hot damn Sebastain.

Hello, hello!! ^^ I’ve made a post before that explains my interest in Jade, but if I’m being entirely honest 💦 it’s all over the place and difficult to read because of how often I go all caps and keyboard smashing. I’ll try to summarize my thoughts here in a way that’s more digestible and calm.

I love many of the little details about his face: the shape of his eyes, the curve of his mouth, how his brows are arched, etc. I also have a visceral, near animalistic urge to tug on that black bit of hair he has sprouting out...

His manner of dress also resonates with me! Jade is usually well covered and in formal attire, and I think that makes it more exciting on the instances when he dresses down (whether that be going without his gloves or choosing something more casual to wear).

His intelligence. I've always preferred characters who rely on their smarts over their strength to achieve their goals, and Jade fits the bill. One particular example is how his UM is limited in scope and usage, so he has to carefully plan and strategize about how and when he casts it. It's nice that Jade can also loosen up and use his cunning not necessarily for nefarious deeds, but just to tease others.

He plays support and he plays it well. I also have a tendency to like "helper" characters (butlers, bodyguards, knights, etc.), which is another archetype that Jade slots into. He is highly competent as a vice dorm leader, personal assistant, and right-hand man (eel?) to Azul. Plus, Jade knows when and how to play to his strengths (especially when it comes to deception and disarming others) and adapt to any situation he is placed in. Jade has even earned the approval of the notoriously hard to please Vil!

He keeps you guessing, and you'll still never even see it coming. I think it's interesting that he appears more docile than Floyd, yet Azul warns his peers that Jade is the more dangerous twin since Jade won't telegraph his schemes or bad moods (unlike Floyd). I 100% agree with Azul; not knowing what Jade has in store or when it will hit you is much scarier--but also much more thrilling in a way, haha...

Similar to the last point but much more specific; I love Love LOVE those moments when he's smiling while saying the most horrendous things (the infamous "what I'd do to anyone that betrays me" line lives rent free in my head). I also adore it when Jade is lying to your face and overacting (like when he pretends he got dust in his eye in book 4). He's so dramatic while lying his heart out, it makes me giggle.

Jade works with many of the tropes I like to go for when I want comfort. Househusband/domestic life stuff, butler looking after you, etc. I have a habit of overworking and forgetting to take care of my needs, so it's easier for me to remember if I pretend like Jade's the one doing the self-care for me.

I appreciate that he appreciates nature. I don't get to touch much grass (not that I don't go outside, it's that there isn't much grass in the area I live in)... so I get very excited whenever I get to just enjoy nature in its purest form, taking in that fresh air. It makes me feel like we're kindred spirits.

The duality of eel. Overall, I'd say that the reason I like Jade so much is because he can be many things which typically run contradictory to one another. I think that makes for a fun character that keeps me on my toes ^^

NOT YOU USING “J WORD” TOO… 💀 It’s spreading… just like a bunch of spores…

Aaaah, it’s Sebastian!! It’s been years and years since I read Black Butler (I think I stopped around the Blue Cult arc?). He’s still just as effortlessly elegant as I remember him being… I guess that’s par for the course for one hell of a butler, huh?

Here, lemme just… *crudely draws on him* THERE WE GO, THE J WORD SSR FOR AN EVENT WHERE WE VISIT THE LAND OF CRIMSON LONG :>

Thank you for your question and the rot fuel 🥰

[black-butler-yasss]

Black butler meets ohshc. Like imagine Ciel and (a deaged for the sake of the mission) Sebastian being requested to go there to investigate a bunch of vanishing students similar to the weston arc. But they end up getting roped into joining the host club. Like I can totally see Sebastian becoming more popular than Tamaki which makes the latter go into his emo corner and grow mushrooms or make hamster homes

(Obsessed with this!!! Had to write about it.)

"Boss hasn't gotten a request in a while. Only his 5 regulars..." Hikaru looks at Kyoya. Kyoya's brow furrows, but he shakes the look away.

"Yes, it seems the new boy has pulled a lot attention away from our valiant king," He pushes his glasses up with his pen. Tamaki wanders over, with blatant optimism.

"What lovely princess is next?" He beems, flipping his hair back.

"No one else for you, boss," Karou croaks, peeking from behind Kyoya. Tamaki is taken aback, dramatically gasping.

"These ladies are all waiting for the new boy, Sebastian," Kyoya simply dtates, writing in his black book.

"S-S-Sebastian?!" He whips his head towards the back of the room. Sebastian sits at a table surrounded by 4 girls. They had to do four a session because of his popularity. Ciel sits at an empty table, glaring at Sebastain. Tamaki mirrors him at the sight.

"Oh Sebastian, you're so funny," One girl dotes. "Oh yes, way funnier than Tamaki," Another chimes in. They all giggle.

"Ladies, please. I'm simply one hell of a host member," He chuckles as he takes one of their hands. Tamaki starts his angry mumble.

"Senpai, what's wrong?" Haruhi asks, walking up. She looks to where he's focused on. "Oh, you just realized that? He's been out performing you since week two. He's quite funny and a great conversationalist." She states, nonchalantly.

They all look over to Tamaki, who has retreated to his shroom corner. He's mumbling words about Sebastian being stupid and him being funnier and a good conversationalist.

[night-dazai]

Back!

Hello all, I am sorry for such a long break plus had exams and finals and a few travel plans so this delay in everything 😅.

Now I am back , and exams over 😭😭😭(slept for a solid 5 hours right after coming home ) Anyway, I have a few ideas and not sure which one to start off so please help !

[ikemenfangirl]

Black Butler New Season 2024!

Title: Black Butler

Original by: Yana Toboso

Produced by: CloverWorks

Website: https://www.kuroshitsuji.tv/

Black Butler New Season to be broadcast in 2024

Teaser PV :

CAST

Sebastain Michaelis CV: Ono Daisuke

Ciel Phantomhive CV: Sakamoto Maaya