#at least lord trancy died

[windstir]

hell is truly not enough for these fuckers

[animeyanderelover]

Yandere ciel and alois and ash. And also sebastian with reader that is extremely fragile? Like even a single punch from a child could hurt them. But reader still tries to make it up by always hugging them, patting them and sometimes letting them sleep on his lap whenever they are mad, sad or angry? (Sorry! For making a second request! I really loves this blog so 😭😭😭)

I did something very similar with Ciel and Sebastian before in this post. So for those two, the Hc's are significantly shorter as I only focused on the part of s/o being affectionate.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, overprotecting behavior, isolation, abduction

S/o is extremely fragile

Ciel Phantomhive

☕ Physical affection is not something the young lord is used to, at least not since the day his parents died. His experience with the cult who wanted to sacrifice him in order to summon a demon have made him wary of touches as countless human rights and boundaries were taken away from him and even if he is slowly recovering from the trauma of that night, now he is the new Earl so he needs to keep his public image in mind. Normally no one is allowed to touch him but he makes exceptions for his darling, although he'd like to keep it subtle in public. Truth be told, he tends to get flustered when they hug him or pet his head and as someone who likes the feeling of being in control, he isn't a fan of seeing his composure faltering. Not to mention the teasing of Sebastian and the gushing of the other servants. Ciel is lenient though, considering that he is already restricting you enough due to your fragile body. If this makes you happy and is one of the very few things he deems as safe, Ciel doesn't see the need to forbid it too.

Sebastian Michaelis

🐈‍⬛ Sebastian is quite aggressive when it comes to his mate. The urge to keep his mate safe and protected is a primal desire, an instinct that brings something animalistic out of him. Whilst he keeps you isolated to lower the risk of you hurting yourself, the demon still does his best to keep you entertained enough with things he deems as not too dangerous for you. A part of him can't deny though that your delicate body makes it at times hard for him. He's a demon who desires to mark and claim his mate yet he knows that he would only end up seriously hurting you. Closeness and physical touch are an aching need though, something the demon craves and is the main reason why he grows very clingy. So he basks in the physical affection his s/o willingly gives him like a smug cat. Sebastian adores the feeling of a pair of arms wrapping themselves around his tall form and careful fingers tucking at his black locks. Even laying his head in your lap, a gesture far too submissive for a powerful demon as himself yet intimacy his body craves.

Alois Trancy

👅 Alois is already the essence of paranoid, clingy and overbearing in all possible ways under normal circumstances but with a darling as delicate as you, his demeanor reaches a whole new universe. Seriously, it's quite bad. From the moment he finds out about your condition, he gets instantly paranoid and pesters you relentlessly to live with him. The very environment you live in and the people that surround you instantly turn into big, bad villains in his eyes and he obviously has only the best intentions in mind for you. He grows desperate fast as he begs you to just join him in his mansion. He promises you protection, fine food and lavish gifts and if you reject him, he's likely to have an emotional outburst where he might end up screaming at you for a bit, upset, angry and unable to understand your reasoning for turning his offer down.

👅 His blood boils whenever he sees new bruises and scratches on you and he instantly demands to know who is responsible for it. He has no mercy for anyone or anything even if it is really no one's fault at all. Everyone who hurts you, even by sheer accident, earns his relentless ire. Alois can't control his anger nor does he want to do so, in his eyes everything that harms you deserves to be treated like dirt under his shoes. If he figures out that a person has harmed you, he screams his lungs out until his face turns pink with anger and can't stop himself from hitting and hurting them in return. It's a terrifying experience as blue eyes glimmer with malice and wrath. Even non-living objects aren't spared from his wrath as he kicks the object angrily away when it hurts you, ends up destroying it on multiple occasions. Nothing is safe from his explosive ire.

👅 His paranoia shoots through the sky with the situation given. If you refuse to allow him to properly protect you and take care of you, an abduction will happen far too soon for you to even predict. His servants are ordered to retrieve you and he threatens them to not hurt you even in the slightest or otherwise they'll be punished by him. No one should ever harm you. He remains firm in his belief that he's doing the right thing, he is pretty delusional after all. Alois still throws a big tantrum whenever he finds a new bruise or wound somewhere on your beautfiful skin, it always ends in a big drama. Your accident proneness leads him to become essentially your second shadow as he's always with you, terribly paranoid that you might get hurt again. All demon servants are ordered to guarantee your safety and every time you still end up getting hurt, they have to endure whatever their angry master has in store for them.

👅 His emotions fluctuate strongly depending on your own feelings. If the isolation upsets you at times, Alois gets quickly upset himself. Your sadness makes him a bit crazy and any signs of unhappiness he tries to drown in smothering affection and lots of expensive gifts. The young noble is highly affectionate and at times unintentionally a bit more rough, especially when his feelings get the better of him as they tend to be very intense. He'd probably be happiest with a darling who returns his affection since it gives him a feeling of security and safety. He's cooing and gushing over his s/o whenever they end up hugging him or petting his hair. By sheer accident he ends up getting to excited at times which leads to his touches to be too rough and might result in hurting you in the process. No one is more mad than him though as he's throwing a screaming and crying tantrum. He's possessive of the attention and affection of you so often he demands you to spend private time with him just showering him in your affection and all servants are forbidden to interrupt you two.

Ash Landers

▫️For Ash his darling is his life, the entire purpose of a guardian angel is after all protecting whoever they've chosen to guard and dedicate their life to. The white-haired man has known from the very first glance that you're special, a precious and pure creature that has to be protected from a world tainted and filled with evil. You've become within one day the centre of his universe as his heart and mind are filled from that day on with the thought of you. Gorgeous and precious you. Ash is already very paranoid and protective of his darling, of his everything. Their fragile and delicate condition make him only worse though. Wonder and adoration turn into horror and sheer wrath whenever he catches the bruises and injuries littering your precious skin, he has nearly lost his composure in public a couple of times just thinking about it.

▫️The world around you only becomes more and more irredeemable whenever a new bruise, a new scratch appears on you, the most precious creature. His heart is bleeding alongside every new injury as the angel frenziedly tracks down whoever is responsible for daring to harm you. He doesn't care who the person is nor would he ever accept apologies and explanations that it was a mere accident as he stains his hands and white clothes with red blood, all in the name of your protection. Ash just knows that he has to protect you, to keep you somewhere else as he grows incredibly paranoid whenever he's on his 'duties'. Not knowing where you are and what you're doing, not being able to fulfill the most important task of watching you and protecting you is killing him slowly on the inside as breathing or thinking become incredibly difficult, paranoia taking over his body.

▫️The abduction happens fast as you're whisked away by an angel who seems terrified to even touch your delicate body out of primal fear to hurt you. The entire home he's made for you has been designed to not harm or hurt you. It is unbelievably difficult for Ash to leave you at all as paranoia fills his lungs as soon as you're out of his sight and makes it close to impossible to focus properly when masquerading as the Queen's butler. Every injury and pain you experience from that day on is all his fault, in Ash's mind at least. You're now under his care after all and he wants all pain away from you and every time you still end up harming yourself, he sees it as his personal failure. That can definitely lead to self-harming tendencies as his punishment but Ash would do anything for his darling so if they ask him to stop, he'd try if he realizes that his actions make them sad.

▫️Honestly, Ash doesn't even consider himself worthy of receiving any affection from his darling. In his mind no one is worthy of you, not even himself yet the concept of a mate still applies to him as an otherwordly creature too. He longs for more than just seeing and being close to you yet this desire is seen as a greedy sin as he should be thankful for the mere fact that he is able to see you at all. He's overwhelmed when you end up being so affectionate around him, although if you ever tell him that you feel sorry for making him worry all of the time he'd panic because you shouldn't feel guilty for this. He's hesitant at first as he's still not considering himself as quite worthy of your life but at the same time every hug and soft touch of yours has his body craving for more. It takes a bit of convincing from his s/o before he starts embracing his desire and starts fully clinging to you, needing more of your touches. The angel becomes pliant and putty, almost addicted to the feeling of your touches on his skin and your warmth so close to his body.

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One Hell of a Love (Book 1.5) Chapter Thirteen

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Thirteen: One Hell of an Instrument

Summary: The Phantomhive household goes to the Trancy Halloween Celebration, and the Trancies plot their downfall.

Mouse Note: Time to catch Sebastian simping. Oh and of course I’m about to simp over MC, too. Comment what you think!

            “The Trancys are plotting something,” said (Y/N) as they and Sebastian loaded the carriage to head off.

            “Indeed,” said Sebastian. “We must both be wary. Every servant in that mansion is a demon. If it comes to a fight, it will be two versus five.”

            (Y/N) cocked their head. “I thought we were unusual in working together.”

            “The triplets seem loyal in some way to Hannah, the maid,” said Sebastian. His gaze darkened. “But I am unsure why she remains in the mansion. She is clearly powerful but bows readily to the Lord of the household.”

            “Whatever is going on there, I don’t like it. And that’s coming from a demon,” said (Y/N). “I’ll remain with the servants and anyone else we know at the ball to ensure nothing happens to them if you and Ciel are called away.”

            Sebastian nodded. “Good.”

            (Y/N) picked up a box and placed it in the carriage. “That’s the last of the costumes for Finnian, Baldroy, Mey-Rin, and myself. The Young Master’s is in a separate trunk.”

            Sebastian smirked. “They convinced you to wear a costume.”

            (Y/N)’s nose twitched. “They’re not afraid to approach me. You scare them more. Fortunately, I avoided doing a group costume with them. Unfortunately, I’m dressing as a vampire.”

            Sebastian tsked. “One of that kind? A true step down for a demon.”

            “I still wear black, at least,” said (Y/N). They smirked. “And the outfit…Well, it is fit for a demon, so I have nothing to complain about.”

            Sebastian sincerely hoped that he got to see them in it. But he absolutely didn’t want Claude to look at them.

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            “Alois Trancy,” said Ciel as the carriage rolled through the forest. “You said the late Earl Trancy died three years ago, didn’t you?”

            “Yes,” said Sebastian.

            “Three years ago…” Ciel remembered the tragedy of his own life that occurred three years ago. He pushed those thoughts aside and continued, “Alois was kidnapped when he was little and went missing for a long time, but then he came back, shortly before his father died, bringing with him a mysterious butler. Right?”

            “Correct,” said (Y/N).

            “I feel I have heard this story before somewhere,” said Sebastian.

            Ciel turned away. “It happens often.”

            The carriage came to a stop, and Sebastian stepped down. He guided (Y/N) down next as a proper butler and then bowed as Ciel stepped to the ground.

            “We’re going in through the back door,” said Baldroy, turning the carriage to park it.

            “See you later, Young Master,” said Mey-Rin cheerfully.

            “You can look forward to seeing our costumes!” said Finny.

            Sebastian stepped towards the door and raised a hand to knock. The door opened before he touched it. Claude stood in the doorway. His eyes slid off (Y/N) and Ciel.

            “You must be Earl Ciel Phantomhive,” said Claude. He bowed slightly. “We have been awaiting you. I am the butler of this house. My name is Claude Faustus.” He stepped to the side and opened the door wider. “Please enter.”

            Sebastian paused and looked up before entering. Ciel glanced at him. “What is it?”

            Claude followed Sebastian’s gaze. “Ah, yes.” There was a spiderweb in the corner. “Spiders form part of the Trancy family crest, so it is our custom not to kill them.”

            “Indeed. If you try to brush them off, they will just cling to you and never let go,” said Sebastian. His words were courteous but sharp.

            Claude didn’t have an answer. “Please.” He bowed to allow them to enter once more.

            Ciel, (Y/N), and Sebastian walked in. Ciel paused as he entered the foyer, his vision swimming as he took in the room that had the slightest air of familiarity. He stumbled back, and Sebastian steadied him.

            “Is something wrong, Young Master?” said Sebastian. He and (Y/N) exchanged a glance. It was a risk being here.

            “Not at all.” Ciel stood straight, furrowing his brow. He glanced at Claude. “Can my butler and maid come with me?”

            “That would be fine,” said Claude.

            “Let’s go,” said Ciel.

            “Very well,” said Sebastian.

            “Yes, my Lord,” said (Y/N).

            “I am sorry.” Claude spoke before they left. “Unfortunately, my Master is away on business. He will be back for the costume ball.”

            “I see,” said Ciel.

            “I have prepared tea for you in the drawing room,” said Claude. He bowed his head. “Everyone else is already there.”

            “Everyone else?” wondered Ciel as Sebastian opened the door to the drawing room.

            “Ciel!” Elizabeth ran towards him and hugged him eagerly.

            “Elizabeth!” exclaimed Ciel in surprise.

            “Call me Lizzy!” said Elizabeth insistently.

            “Aren’t you late, Earl?” said Lau, relaxing on a divan with Ran-Mao. (Sebastian and (Y/N) had thoroughly vetted him and decided he was back on good behavior, so that plus his usefulness for information allowed him back into Ciel’s life).

            “Lau?” Ciel hadn’t expected him, either. “Were you all invited, too? That means…” He looked around in confusion.

            “What?” asked Elizabeth.

            “I thought Madame Red would be here, too,” said Ciel. “She’s the kind of person that’d do anything to participate in such an event.”

            Everyone shifted uncomfortably. Sebastian and (Y/N) had informed them of Ciel’s “accident” during the fires of London, so nobody would tell him anything upsetting, but they all knew the truth of Madame Red being dead.

            “Ciel!” Soma jumped at the Earl and hugged him, successfully changing the subject from Madame Red, but also further confusing Ciel since he didn’t remember meeting Soma. “Ciel! Ciel!” Tears streamed down Soma’s cheeks.

            “Who are you? Let go!” said Ciel.

            “Who am I? So you don’t…!” Soma’s tears continued.

            “I told you to let go!” said Ciel.

            “Is he by any chance…?” whispered Elizabeth.

            “Yes. Prince Soma,” informed Sebastian quietly.

            “But this way, Ciel will figure everything out!” said Elizabeth worriedly.

            “Do not worry. Agni, the Prince’s khansama, is always with him and won’t allow things to go wrong,” said (Y/N). They smiled. “He is quite capable, I assure you, my Lady.”

            Sebastian was torn between his respect for Agni and his dislike for the obvious fact that Agni was (Y/N)’s favorite human since he was the most interesting. He didn’t like people gaining their affection in any way, not when he hadn’t secured their affections himself. That being said, Sebastian understood their respect for Agni. After all, all three were friends.

            “No, please don’t, Prince Soma,” said Agni, pulling Soma off of Ciel.

            “No! Ciel, Ciel!” Soma protested.

            “What’s with him?” muttered Ciel.

            Agni glanced at Sebastian, who smiled in acknowledgement of his human friend. Agni returned the smile, and (Y/N) added one.

            “I am sorry,” said Agni, bowing to Ciel. “He is the twenty-sixth son of the King of Bengal, Prince Soma Asman Kadar.”

            “Why does the Prince cry when he looks at me?” said Ciel.

            “Ciel!” Soma moved for Ciel again, but Agni intercepted him. “Even though we have finally met…”

            “He is moved to be meeting the founder of the Funtom Company,” said Agni, capable as ever. “Toys made by the Funtom Company are very rare in our country.”

            “Our memories will never vanish!” cried Soma.

            “These toys remind the Prince of a friend,” said Agni.

            “No matter what happens, our friendship will—!”

            “He was a very important friend to the Prince,” said Agni. He was being worked to the bone. “Unfortunately…that friend…he…” Tears gathered in the edges of Agni’s eyes. “How tragic, Prince!”

            “Agni!” Soma and his khansama embraced.

            “I think they are beyond hope,” said Sebastian, distracting Ciel. “Let us retire to your room, Young Master. You have to get ready for the ball. Come.”

            They walked through the halls, guided by one of the triplets. Once inside the room, Ciel turned to his servants.

            “There is something going on here,” said Ciel. “I want more information on the Trancy family. Sebastian, look around for more information. Investigate thoroughly.”

            “Yes, my Lord,” said Sebastian.

            This was it. (Y/N) would watch over the ball, and Sebastian would handle anything happening behind the scenes.

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            (Y/N) hovered at the edges of the ball to keep an eye on the Trancy servants. Even if he was busy, Ciel was still Sebastian’s responsibility, so (Y/N) was on “people Ciel claims aren’t friends but would upset him if they were hurt” duty.

            They watched Finny, Baldroy, and Mey-Rin, dressed as the three Chinese monster musketeers, try to convince Ciel, a pirate, to join them as another character from the fable, but he wasn’t having it. Elizabeth also wanted him to stay with her since she was dressed as a princess (“Who runs away with a pirate prince” -Elizabeth, very excited). Lau and Ran-Mao were wearing more dramatic traditional Chinese outfits, which didn’t surprise (Y/N) since it crossed Lau’s desire to show off with his laziness.

            (Y/N) stood in their vampire costume. They wore a black dress with a slit up the leg, and they had skin-colored gloves with black beadwork overtop to create a “magic” effect. Finally, they had the staple red lip and their canines sharply extended to give the vampiric effect. At least if they had to dress up as such a creature they looked good. (Y/N) wouldn’t stand to look like a fool.

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            “What a splendid room,” said Sebastian, turning from the bedside table he’d been looking through as Claude entered. “The bed making, the way it is cleaned, even the table’s interior; all perfect. I can feel your profound consideration for the person who will use this room. I have learned so much.” His words were a front of pleasantry as the other demon watched him.

            “Do not bother,” said Claude. “You are so devoted to your duty that you went as far as imitating a sneaky thief. I am the one impressed.”

            Sebastian smirked. “Thank you kindly.” He walked to the door and paused behind Claude. His gaze darkened. “I will not hand the Young Master over to you because I am one hell of a butler; the young master’s butler.”

            “I will obey my Master’s orders unconditionally. I am also one hell of a butler,” said Claude with equal seriousness. His eyes met Sebastian’s. “Just as (Y/N) is one hell of a maid.”

            “(Y/N) is a Phantomhive servant. Of course they are of the highest caliber, even amongst our kind.” He didn’t like Claude bringing them up. “You should know they are capable of handling anything the Trancy household attempts.” Sebastian’s eyes narrowed. “Just as I am. Whatever…interest you have in them…I’d advise you to find other diversions.” The warning was clear: Sebastian may not know what Claude wanted with (Y/N), but he would step in if necessary. He wouldn’t give up Ciel or (Y/N).

            “I have no need for diversions. What else could be more interesting?” Claude’s threat was equally clear: he designs against (Y/N) weren’t to be dissuaded so simply.

            Sebastian didn’t dignify him with an answer and brushed out of the room to continue his investigations. However, he knew that the Trancy manor wanted something with Ciel and Claude wanted something with (Y/N). He would remain on guard.

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            (Y/N) pulled Finny, Baldroy, and Mey-Rin to the side after they nearly destroyed the ballroom attempting to “help” the triplets. Of course, they were demons while the troublesome trio were humans, so the triplets were more capable. Since they weren’t causing an issue for (Y/N) yet, they let them work.

            They straightened and scanned the room again. (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. Ciel was gone. Whether he was taken or left on his own accord, something was about to happen. They faced the Trancy servants and narrowed their eyes. Very well. Sebastian could handle Ciel. (Y/N) would handle the ballroom and whatever the Trancys had planned.

            The doors of the ballroom opened, and Hannah, dressed in a black dress designed to show off her assets and direct all eyes to her, pushed something covered by a red cloth in. The guests paused and whispered in wonder as she stopped in the center of the room.

            (Y/N) narrowed their eyes. They could sense malevolent energy radiating from both the demoness and the object beneath the cloth. Hannah pulled the cloth away with a flourish to reveal a seat and a strange instrument in black with white bones carved in.

            “What’s that?” wondered Mey-Rin.

            “Maybe a musical instrument?” said Finny excitedly.

            Hannah opened the instrument to reveal violet and gold bowls that could be rotated. (Y/N) knew it on sight—a demon’s instrument. Hannah sat on the bench before the instrument and slowly licked her fingers to wet them to play. The men (and a number of women) blushed at the action. (Y/N) nearly rolled their eyes. It was textbook seduction, a basic technique for simple-minded humans (which were abundant in the room).

            Hannah pushed the pedal of the instrument, and the bowls began to turn. She put her hands out, and a haunting melody began to surround the audience as she played. The song swirled in (Y/N)’s heart, as deep and dark as their own non-soul. They could feel the black magic in the melody, pulling humans closer with a siren song.

            And then, the demonic instrument struck. The mortals grabbed their ears as the songs of hell pained them. They clutched their heads in agony as the melody swelled with power. (Y/N) and Hannah alone stood unaffected, demons among humans.

            “What’s going on with them?” asked Lau innocently.

            Ah, so there were some humans unaffected. (Y/N) nearly deadpanned when they saw Lau and Ran-Mao, wearing earplugs, looking around at the mortals cowering in pain. However, they refrained from deadpanning since it showed a solution to the issue—stop the humans from hearing. At least that didn’t seem to give any other harmful effects.

            The other humans, however, were going worse. They straightened as the music infected them. Wild grins split their features. Their eyes glowed violet. The humans circled Ciel’s friends, grabbing various items as weapons.

            “Agni, watch them!” warned (Y/N), knocking an attacker to the ground unconscious. “The instrument is controlling them!”

            “Understood!” said Agni. He unwrapped his Right Hand of Kali and swiftly hit the Phantomhive servant’s nerves, blocking their hearing and saving them from the demonic music. “They’re coming,” he warned them, tying Soma’s deerstalker around his ears to shield him.

            Ran-Mao swiftly kicked several approaching people away. (Y/N) pinched the nerves on Paula and Elizabeth’s neck to gently knock them unconscious to protect them from the battle and the effects of the music.

            “Agni, stop them by knocking them unconscious!” ordered Soma.

            “Jo ajna!” said Agni. Finny, Baldroy, and Mey-Rin obeyed the order as well.

            As people were knocked down, though, Hannah’s hypnotic hymn awoke them again, and they rejoined the fight. The music thrummed in their veins.

            “Damn it! There are too many of them!” said Soma.

            “I will handle it,” said (Y/N).

            They leapt over the attackers and grabbed the wine bottle and glasses. They would fight fire with fire or, in this case, music with music. With demonic precision and speed, (Y/N) set out the numerous glasses and poured various amounts of wine in, deep red. (Y/N) looked down at Hannah and smirked, pulling their gloves off. In a purposeful movement, they licked their fingers, taunting Hannah with how easy it was to replicate what she did. It was a prelude to (Y/N)’s music that would surpass Hannah’s.

            (Y/N)’s fingers smoothed the edges of the wine glasses, and a soft tone echoed through the room, threading its way into the demon instrument’s song. They let the note hold before playing to their full ability. They moved across the balcony overlooking the ballroom, each finger drawing new melodies from the wine glasses, weaving new harmonies into Hannah’s demonic song.

            The attacking humans froze and turned to listen to the combination of melodies new circling them. The Phantomhive servants and friends watched in pleased surprise as (Y/N) played the cups.

            “I suddenly feel calm…” sighed Finny.

            “It’s so relaxing,” said Mey-Rin appreciatively.

            “Amazing,” said Agni. “The melody performed by (Y/N) is overlapping with that woman’s music, modifying its timbre. It sounded so eerie and ominous, and now it is so gentle and full of affection.”

            The watchers gazed at Hannah and (Y/N) as they played with pure focus, music soaring to new heights of beauty, nearly angelic in quality. Even the newcomers in the ballroom paused. Ciel stood beside the group, finally having made it back to the ballroom after Alois revealed he had planted a threat. The Earl was satisfied that (Y/N) had already handled the situation.

            Sebastian gazed up at the cat demon, nothing less than enraptured by their grace, music, and appearance. Dear Satan, he had wanted to see their outfit after (Y/N) declared it fit for a demon, but they hadn’t imagined this.

            Sebastian found (Y/N) sinfully attractive no matter what they wore, but that dress was seduction incarnate. It was temptation sewn into a gown of desire and lust. The neckline and high slit tempted the eye, and the silk of the gown clung to (Y/N) in all the right ways. Lace trailed over their thigh, skin gleaming in the slit of the dress. Skin-colored gloves hung over the banister as they played the cups, but Sebastian could easily imagine how the black beading overtop the gloves must have gleamed like jewels of shadow on them. The only color on them was a blood red lip.

            Sebastian could imagine the imprint they would leave on his pale skin if those lips were to touch him. It was the same way he could imagine the softness of the gown as he pushed it up, slowly tracing down to their exposed thigh where he could slip his hand under—

            Sebastian let out a breath. (Y/N) was sin incarnate.

            The only thing that ruined the situation was the golden irises gazing gluttonously at (Y/N). Claude’s eyes were nothing short of predatory as they took in (Y/N)’s appearance and performance. Sebastian could see the hunger for them, as intense as a demon’s hunger for a pure soul, covetous and obsessive.

            Claude desired (Y/N).

            Sebastian’s eyes narrowed. He wouldn’t let Claude have them.

            So even as the rest of the audience clapped when the demonic instrument shattered and the performance ended, Sebastian remained somber. He barely managed to rally his attitude when (Y/N) leapt down beside Hannah and bowed with her to the watchers. Sebastian slowly clapped, keeping up appearances. At the back of his mind, the threat of Claude’s presence and designs for Ciel’s soul and (Y/N) remained.

            “Very well handled,” said Sebastian, managing to slide a smile onto his face as (Y/N) approached.

            “I told you I would handle the ballroom,” said (Y/N), smirking as they pulled on their gloves again.

            Sebastian attempted (and failed) to ignore how the shift in their hips as they stopped walking exposed their leg through the slit of their dress. It was not an appropriate thought for the moment, not when so many threats were around.

            “What was that instrument?” asked Ciel, and Sebastian was thankful for the change in focus from (Y/N).

            “An armonica,” said (Y/N).

            “It was popular in the eighteenth century. People likened it to the singing voice of an angel,” said Sebastian.

            “But it became known as the a ‘demon’s instrument’ because it confused the hearts of those possessed by its song,” explained (Y/N). “Thus it was forgotten.”

            “I reckon a demon’s instrument created by man was no match for you,” said Ciel.

            “Indeed. To our kind, the music is quite pleasant,” said (Y/N).

            “So, what was that chaos?” asked Soma.

            “Mere entertainment,” said the voice of Alois Trancy as the ballroom doors opened to reveal him. “Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for being late.” He walked to the center of the ballroom. “I am Alois Trancy. I am pleased to make your acquaintance. I am glad to see you enjoyed the show in my absence.” Behind him, the triplets pulled the armonica away and helped guide Hannah out. “It was a beautiful performance,” he said, standing before (Y/N). “It seems you have great musical talent.”

            “Thank you, my Lord,” said (Y/N) politely. “I was simply doing my job.” They glanced at Claude, offput by the intensity of his gaze.

            “You have good servants, Earl Phantomhive,” said Alois.

            “I do,” said Ciel curtly.

            “Young Master.” Sebastian spoke, and his voice was light and amiable, his face smiling, but (Y/N) saw the darkness behind him. “I wish to speak to Mr. Claude for a while. Is that alright?”

            (Y/N) glanced at him. It seemed like a risk to face another demon purposefully, but they wouldn’t interrupt him. Sebastian wanted to figure out how to handle Ciel’s soul, and Claude clearly had information. Ciel’s soul was none of (Y/N)’s business.

            “Why don’t you go, Claude?” said Alois, grinning in amusement. His appearance suddenly switched, and he scowled. “You have ten minutes to settle the matter. If you can’t do it, I’ll punish you.”

            “Yes, Your Highness,” said Claude.

            “Get this over with quickly, understood?” ordered Ciel.

            “Yes, my Lord,” said Sebastian.

            (Y/N)’s hand brushed over Sebastian’s arm. Their gaze was clear: be careful. They didn’t want him getting hurt.

            Sebastian was touched, and he nodded. Any softness in his gaze from looking at (Y/N) melted away as his eyes turned towards Claude. It was time to deal with him.

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Oh, and pretty please also some happy Alois scenario's? Like, he's with Luka and Hannah and they're all happy and healthy. No pain nor any spooder demons, please. (You're a godsend. I've literally been following blogs like yours for years and not many write for the characters that I like. I hit the jackpot with your blog. Thank you~)

Ah man… words cannot express how much I needed to write this

and how much I would love to write more things like this!!

Alois needs so much love!

And you know what, bby? I’m more than happy to keep writing all these characters! They’re ones I love deeply, with my whole entire heart!

Everyone seems to write Ciel, Sebastian, the Reapers… and, of course, I love them too, absolutely! But if I can be a source of content for the characters that people can never find content like this for, then I want to do that as much as I possibly can. It seems that the characters few people write for are often my favorites, so I’m all too happy to oblige!

Because we’re doing a pain-free spiderless Alois AU, but I still wanted to have it make sense for these guys to be in the manor – he and Luka eventually got picked up by the old Lord Trancy, but it was because Alois was tracked down as the rightful heir, and, well, the old Lord Trancy suddenly died about a week after they arrived, leaving Alois to be the new head of the household. (thank you, Hannah!)

NOW, LET THE BOY ENJOY HIS HAPPY ENDING!!!

“Missed me, missed me! Now you have to kiss me!”

Laughter rings out in the manor as (Name)’s fiancé chases after her nearly as soon as she walks into the parlor where he seems to have been waiting for her. It’s perhaps strange of him to say something like this when she hasn’t yet made a comment that she missed him while she was out… then again, they know each other so well. That she’s told him before that she’s always overjoyed to see him after they’ve been apart may also have something to do with it.

As soon as ALOIS catches her, his arms tight around her waist, he twirls around with her once before bending her backwards ― dipping her so low the tips of her hair brush the floor. It’s then that he comes in for a kiss, despite the fact that both of them giggling makes their lips very misaligned.

“You silly boy!” She hooks her arms round his neck in an attempt to hold on for dear life. (Not that he’d ever drop her. Of course not!) “You think I wouldn’t have greeted you with a kiss even if you hadn’t said that?”

It’s a little hard to believe, with his rounded face and mischievous personality, that the young earl is pushing twenty. Even though he’s been like this since she met him a few years ago, he finds new ways to woo and surprise her with every passing day. “Yes, but… you know I’m impatient! And your kisses are just so sweet, I can’t resist taking one before you even offer it.”

She shakes her head at him, pulling herself up a bit so she can nuzzle the tip of her nose against his. “Oh, of course. Who am I to keep the most handsome man in the world waiting?”

“The future Lady Trancy, that’s who!” Finally he straightens them both up; he steals another kiss as he does, of course. He glances past her toward the doors, and when he looks back, he’s raising an eyebrow, a smile playing at the edges of his mouth. “… Oh, dear. Have you lost Luka?”

(Name) scoffs with a grin and gives Alois a playful smack to the chest. “No, I would never! Hannah met us at the door and mentioned something about fixing him a snack. I’d imagine he’s halfway through a roast beef by now. Speaking of, I already bought him a caramel lollipop while the shop owner and I discussed my order for the wedding. I’ve never seen a boy with such an appetite! He eats more than I do, and he’d probably still fit into my dress.”

A snort is Alois’ answer as he heads into the other room. “He’s still growing! Now that you mention it, though, I could picture him wanting to wear your dress. While you were out, I was nearly tempted to try it on myself.” He pauses to thread his arm through hers. “Ultimately I decided I had best leave it, though. You’ll look much lovelier in it than I would.”

The two of them don’t get very far when the triplets appear out of nowhere on the stairs. “She will, yes,” Thompson quips. “In fact, I do believe the Lady’s beauty will outshine the dress itself.”

“No offense,” Timber titters, “but Lord Trancy will look so plain next to his bride!”

“Goodness, what shall we do?” Canterbury adds. “Perhaps he should wear a dress as well.”

Alois rolls his eyes. The trio speak so bluntly and outlandishly, it really is a wonder he hasn’t thrown them out entirely yet. Hannah is just too fond of them, considering them as brothers or friends, and they do their jobs fine. It would be too quiet without them, at least, so might as well keep them around for now.“You three have no idea what you’re talking about! We’ll both be stunning! Now, care to make yourselves useful and direct us to where Hannah and Luka have gone? Are they in the kitchen?”

Timber clicks his tongue. “No, no. They’ve retired to the young master’s room.”

“He took his second sandwich up there with him.”

“Oh, dear. We’re going to have ants.”

“Alright, enough!” Alois snaps, more annoyed than truly mad. “Can you three ever shut your mouths??”

(Name) sets her hand on Alois’ shoulder to help ground him. “Oh, love, did Thompson say Luka’s taken his second sandwich with him? By God, the boy works fast!”

Immediately the earl’s temper is calmed as he glances toward his fiancée. Her remark is enough to bring a smile to his face. “We should catch up with them, then.” He reaches up to grab her hand with both of his, darting up the steps. “And, Timber! Do make sure you and your brothers are prepared to do battle with the invading ants!”

The two of them laugh once more as they race through the halls like children, clutching hands, without a care in the world. When they reach the door, Alois pulls (Name)’s hand back from opening it. He puts a finger to his lips, gently leading her to one side. “Shh, stay quiet,” he whispers. “I’m going to pull a trick on Luka.”

“Hehe!” She covers her mouth with one hand. “Of course!” Big brothers like to play around with their younger brothers, after all, don’t they?

Alois bites down on his lip in an effort to keep himself from just bursting out in laughter. He can’t give himself away before he’s even done what he wants to do! As soon as he’s gotten composed, he opens the door and sweeps into the room in such a way that neither Hannah nor Luka can see his fiancée. For added effect, he paints a concerned look onto his face. “Luka!! Oh, my god, Luka, where’s (Name)?! Did you leave her all by herself in town?!”

True to the triplets’ word, the teenager is sitting on his bed, holding half a sandwich that he seems to have just taken a bite out of. With his mouth full and his eyes wide, he stares in shock at his older brother.

“Whhht?!” Luka throws the sandwich down on the bed and immediately jumps to his feet. “I-I swear, Alois! She was right be’ind me, ‘onest! We rode back in the carriage t’gether, then I got out ‘n’ came inside, ‘n’ she was ― I swear ta ‘igh ‘eaven I ‘eard ‘er ‘eels be’ind me!!”

It’s a miracle how Alois manages to hold back his laughter. “We ― well, I can’t find her!”

One can practically feel the panic rolling off of Luka. “O-oh, my God!! We ‘afta search ev’rywhere! ‘Annah! ‘Annah, g-get the triplets! They can split up, ‘n’ we’ll cover all the manor ground, ‘n’… ‘n’ I don’t understand! How could she ‘ave jus’―”

Hannah, who up until now has rather silently been perusing the bookshelf in the corner of the room, clearly thinks Alois is being too cruel. “Luka, calm down. It’s okay. Alois is just having a go at you. (Name) is right outside the door, and she’s safe.”

As if on cue, Alois pouts and opens the door for his fiancée. “(Name), come on in! Hannah ruined everything!”

“(NAME)!!!” Luka has his arms around the woman like lightning, a relieved smile taking over his face. “I’m so ‘appy y’ didn’t go missin’ fer real! What was that all ‘bout, y’ two, givin’ me a ‘eart attack?!”

(Name) giggles and returns the hug. “I’m sorry, Luka! It was Alois’ idea!”

Luka lets go of her before falling back on the bed, throwing an arm across his face. “Me own brother, stabbin’ me in the back! Oi, Jimmy, ‘ow d’you live with yerself, ‘uh?”

“Oi, yourself, don’t call me that!” All at once Alois is removing his coat in one flourish so he can pounce on the bed. He wrestles around with Luka for a moment, both of them laughing and trying to pin the other down. “You’re next, (Name)! You sold me out!”

Hannah walks over to stand by (Name), having finally picked out a book. “Our boys,” she sighs. When she glances over at the other woman, there’s a hint of a smile playing on her face.

(Name)’s smile is unabashed, warm, and full of love as her eyes focus on her soon-to-be-husband and her about-to-be-brother.

“Yes,” she agrees softly, “our boys.”

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One Hell of a Love (Book 1.5) Chapter Seventeen

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Seventeen: One Hell of an Order

Summary: Ciel is kidnapped, and everything goes wrong.

            “Recently, on the outskirts of London, a number of people have had their eyes gouged out by an unidentified individual.” Sebastian reexamined the current case Ciel had been given by the Queen. “The victims are all boys, all of different class.”

            “How sickening.” Ciel was obeying the Queen’s orders, but he was subdued after the battle with Alois since he didn’t know if the boy had died or not.

            (Y/N) and Sebastian exchanged glances. If Ciel figured out that Sebastian had been, if not lying, twisting information and allowing Ciel to deceive himself, the entire contract would be disrupted, and it was possible his soul could be ruined.

            “Are you alright?” asked Sebastian.

            “It’s nothing,” denied Ciel.

            (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. The entire situation was at a crux. These next few days would define whether or not Sebastian would succeed with Ciel’s soul again.

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            “I dunno,” murmured the latest victim as Sebastian, Ciel, and (Y/N) watched him speak. His mother stood behind him worriedly. “Someone thrust their fingers into my eyes, and everything went red, and now I can’t see anymore.”

            “Can you describe the culprit?” asked Ciel.

            “It was some brat, probably the same age as me,” said the victim sullenly. “He looked quite wealthy.”

            “Some brat…?” Ciel considered and wondered if it was what he supposed was his greatest enemy. As they stepped outside, he said, “Sebastian, (Y/N).”

            “Yes,” said Sebastian and (Y/N) together.

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            “We’ve heard several testimonies now,” said (Y/N). “It seems the culprit is a young noble boy, or at least one from a wealthy family.”

            “They’re mocking us,” said Ciel.

            “What do you mean?” asked Sebastian.

            Ciel drew a line across the map of incidents in front of him. “If we connect the Phantomhive house to the Trancy resident, then link all the crime scenes…” The drawing was a spiderweb. “We get a web. These incidents are all his doing.”

            “It might also be the butler acting on his own,” said Sebastian.

            Ciel was unconvinced. “So…he survived. I will admit he doesn’t lack tenacity.”

            “Young Master?” said (Y/N).

            “I see now.” Ciel’s eyes softened in disappointment. “He survived.” His gaze hardened as he looked up. “A butler will always answer his master’s questions sincerely, correct?”

            “Yes indeed,” said Sebastian.

            “Are you hiding anything from me about Alois?” demanded Ciel.

            “No.” Sebastian smirked. “I am hiding nothing about Lord Alois.” This was, technically, the truth. He hid nothing about Alois. He hid the truth about himself and Claude’s deal.”

            Ciel nodded, content. “Then, my—”

            The next statement was interrupted as a box beside Ciel erupted into rubble. Sebastian and (Y/N) were in front of him in a moment. Sebastian jumped onto a platform, holding Ciel, while (Y/N) flipped away.

            “The spider butler?” asked Ciel frantically.

            “No,” said (Y/N), narrowing their eyes.

            “Young Master, please stay here,” said Sebastian, setting Ciel in a crate to be hidden.

            “It stinks,” huffed Ciel.

            “Be patient for a while,” said Sebastian. “Please do not leave this place, no matter what.” He was calm and serious. Ciel didn’t argue as Sebastian closed the box.

            (Y/N) and Sebastian ran off after the trail they had caught. A Grim Reaper was in London. The strange occurrences with souls was a lure for them after Claude lured Ciel in with orders from the Queen.

            “Behind,” said (Y/N), keen ears picking up the reaper.

            (Y/N) and Sebastian jumped into the air and leapt from the roof as a Reaper with blond hair and a strange Death Scythe that roared as loudly as Grell’s chainsaw slammed down behind them. The Reaper jumped up and attacked again, but (Y/N) and Sebastian dodged effortlessly. Sebastian drew the Reaper’s attention in front, and (Y/N) threw several silver knives into the Death Scythe, jamming its whirling blades.

            “Ah, damn, my lawnmower,” whined the Reaper, shaking the device.

            “And so we meet for the first time,” remarked Sebastian, alighting on the roof across from him beside (Y/N).

            “Ah, yes,” sighed the Reaper. He straightened and smirked. “I’m a Grim Reaper, Ronald Knox. Die!” He posed, rather like Grell.

            Silence.

            “Ah, I knew it. That’s just lame,” said Ronald. “My senior, Sutcliff, said I needed a catchphrase, so I asked a girl from General Affairs to invent one for me, but…”

            “No need to create a catchphrase if you won’t be around to use it,” remarked (Y/N), their words light but threatening.

            “I suppose you are here due to some strange happening involving souls?” said Sebastian. “For example, you could not collect the soul of a certain Alois Trancy?”

            It was doubtless that Claude had either consumed Alois’s soul or done something with it that would prove troublesome for all parties involved. After all, how could his body be running around still if he was truly dead?

            “Exactly.” A formal voice appeared, and a Death Scythe made of pinchers slashed at Sebastian and (Y/N). It was William. He tsked. “As I thought, you are involved in this incident, Sebastian Michaelis, (Y/N) Noir.” He sighed. “Honestly, now I have even more overtime because of Grell Sutcliffe.” He attacked the demons once more, but they evaded him.

            Ronald’s lawnmower started up again. “Okay!” He flew at (Y/N) and Sebastian, but Sebastian blocked William while (Y/N) kicked Ronald’s Death Scythe away.

            “Two Grim Reapers…” Sebastian tsked. “Indeed, overkill.”

            “Ronald Knox, are you trying to cut me with your Death Scythe, too?” questioned William.

            “Maybe I got a little carried away,” admitted Ronald. “Sorry. People my age tend to be mischievous.”

            “What a Reaper needs is the ability to promptly and accurately judge a situation,” said William. “Are your glasses for show?”

            Sebastian took this as a chance to throw a silver knife at William, which shattered his spectacles, before he and (Y/N) made their escape.

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            “Ciel is in danger, isn’t he?” said (Y/N) as they saw Sebastian’s eyes narrowed.

            “He left the crate. However, we know the location,” said Sebastian icily.

            The cat demon nodded. “Claude’s making his move,” said (Y/N) darkly.

            “Indeed,” said Sebastian.

            The pair easily moved across the rooftops of London until they reached where Sebastian sensed Ciel. It was a mental hospital. A place that, (Y/N) knew, didn’t actually treat anyone properly. It tortured people.

            They landed on the roof and were instantly on guard. The nurses and doctors below them were dead. Golden knives sunk into their skulls, bloody but shining in the light. Claude had been there.

            Blam!

            Gunshots rang out, and a machine gun situated on the tower of the building sent bullet after bullet at (Y/N) and Sebastian, who leapt to safety. They turned to face Hannah, holding her machine gun tightly.

            “I am sorry for not welcoming you properly, Mr. Sebastian, Mx. Noir,” said Hannah.

            “Do not worry, we received a very explicit invitation,” said Sebastian with a smirk.

            “This place was at the center of the spiderweb,” said (Y/N), recalling the map of incidents.

            Hannah narrowed her eyes and fired at (Y/N) and Sebastian again. The pair dodged expertly. (Y/N)’s gaze caught Sebastian’s, and they nodded sharply. Hannah’s concern would be Sebastian since he would have the ability to take Ciel’s soul like Claude wished to, (Y/N) had no desire to take it. That meant (Y/N) had a greater chance of escaping. They moved quickly, and Sebastian kept Hannah’s attention. (Y/N) flipped over Hannah, who was unable to shoot at both demons at once.

            (Y/N) slipped into the hospital, following the faint sounds and trail of demonic aura they could feel. They threw open a door to find Claude, dress in a doctor’s uniform, standing over a soaking wet and barely conscious Ciel.

            “What the hell are you doing, Claude?” hissed (Y/N).

            “Preparing my meal,” said Claude.

            (Y/N)’s eyes landed on the red and gold ring on Ciel’s finger, identical to the blue and silver one he wore as the Earl Phantomhive. Two souls in one, two similar lives, two similar contracts—one boy.

            (Y/N) bent next to Ciel and lifted the boy’s head as he groaned. He was alive, yes, but there was still something wrong. Claude was pushing the two souls together in an experiment for his own gain and enjoyment. There was very little recollection in Ciel’s eyes as he saw (Y/N). They were cloudy, hazy, as if a film was placed between him and his sight of (Y/N). Before they could pull the Trancy ring from Ciel’s finger to separate this strange spiderweb pulling the boys’ souls together, (Y/N) heard a soft click behind them.

            (Y/N) sprung away from Claude before he could grab them. He gritted his teeth as they avoided his lunge. In one hand, he held a collar. (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. It radiated the same power as the one Ash-Angela trapped Pluto and his demonic strength in. If that were to get around (Y/N)’s neck…they’d be in trouble.

            (Y/N) and Claude eyed each other, one with wariness, the other with want. Claude flicked his wrist, and (Y/N)’s catlike eyes narrowed on the slight flash of a thread tightening beside them. They handsprung over it, immediately pivoting into a duck and smooth roll to the side as Claude pulled more webs tight in an attempt to trap them.

            Not good. I’m avoiding the cuts, but the paths to Ciel and the exit are narrowing, thought (Y/N).

            Claude pulled another thread taught, and it slit (Y/N)’s dress, nicking the skin. Claude’s eyes lit up fuchsia, even as (Y/N) drew away, contorting their body out of the webs. He released the thread and pulled it back to him. His tongue flicked out over the web, tasting (Y/N)’s blood on it.

            His eyes fluttered shut as the taste of magic graced him once more. (Y/N) watched him in disgust. Even for a demon’s standard, Claude was depraved. They longed to cut him to pieces with their claws. That or they would pin him to the wall like the spider he was with silver knives. One to the heart, one to the brain, one through the tongue…

            “Delicious,” Claude nearly moaned the word.

            Second plan it was. (Y/N) didn’t want to even touch the craven creature that was Claude.

            (Y/N) pulled out their stores of silver knives and tossed them at Claude with deadly accuracy. The spider demon dodged back, and (Y/N) dove through the webs, rolling to their feet beside Ciel. They grabbed the boy and turned—

            Threads sliced through their arms. Ciel’s body fell back to the floor. (Y/N) froze as the webs Claude had laid in waiting beside the Earl were pulled taught, trapping them in place.

            “You were well-trained.” Claude spoke the words with distaste, not enjoying praising Sebastian at all, the demon trying to take what he regarded as his. “But you have too much loyalty to that raven.” His golden eyes gleamed with a lecherous satisfaction. “You would go back for Ciel Phantomhive for Sebastian instead of saving yourself.” Claude approached, a smirk splitting his features. “No worries. I’ll drive that loyalty out of you.” (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed and flashed fuchsia as Claude leaned over them with the collar in hand. “I’ll drive any thought other than me out of you.”

The collar closed with a sickening click, and (Y/N) felt ancient magic running through them, pushing their own demonic abilities to the side, trapping them.

            The threads around (Y/N) receded as Claude let them go, and (Y/N) fell to their knees. They pushed themself up immediately, ready to fight, but as soon as they called above their abilities, the collar glowed, and pain shot through (Y/N) as their magic was shoved down.

            Claude grinned as the collar sunk its barbs deep into (Y/N)’s magic. “Don’t worry.” The words were sickly sweet as Claude’s hands landed on (Y/N)’s shoulders in a motion that was anything but comforting. “I’ll remove it again once you understand your…position.”

            “I’m going…to tear you apart,” promised (Y/N) savagely as they pushed themself away from Claude.

            His hands gripped them more tightly, and his hands lowered to their waist, pulling them closer. (Y/N) felt like needles were trailing Claude’s fingers, leaving them angry and frustrated and disgusted.

            Sebastian burst through the door before anything else could happen. His eyes moved first to (Y/N), fury entering his gaze as he saw the collar around their neck and Claude’s hands on them. He nearly couldn’t tear his eyes away to assess Ciel’s state.

            “(Y/N), Young Master!” Sebastian felt actual worry creep in.

            “Sebastian, he has webs everywhere, watch ou—!”

            (Y/N)’s warning was cut off as Claude gripped their jaw tightly. “I see there really is a lot of work I’ll have to do with you…This…loyalty will have to be trained out.”

            “I’d suggest you let them go.” Sebastian stepped forward, his words dripping with deadly promises. “I won’t ask again.”

            Claude smirked, and the hand on (Y/N)’s jaw went to their neck, the other winding around their waist and pulling them flush against him. “You’re in no position to make threats, Sebastian.”

            “No?” The shadows beneath Sebastian twisted in his demonic anger at someone touching his (Y/N) so blatantly in front of him.

            Claude’s eyes flashed. “Young Lord?”

            Ciel groaned and pulled himself up. As soon as his eyes caught on Sebastian, he cried out. “Stay back! Stay away!”

            (Y/N) and Sebastian’s eyes widened. Claude’s smirk widened.

            “Young Master—” Sebastian stepped towards Ciel, but the Earl pulled away.

            “You killed them! You killed my parents! You burnt my village! You killed my brother!” The words spilling from Ciel burned with anger and vengeance, but (Y/N) and Sebastian knew the words came from Alois’s soul, intertwining with Ciel’s.

            “Young Lord,” said Claude. “You can order him away.”

            Sebastian froze, and his eyes met (Y/N)’s. If he was ordered away, he wouldn’t be able to keep Claude from taking Ciel’s soul. He wouldn’t be able to keep Claude from (Y/N). With the collar and isolation, (Y/N) would be at Claude’s mercy.

            “Young Master, I must insist—”

            Sebastian was cut off by Ciel’s anger and fear. “Stay back!”

            “Go ahead, my Lord,” said Claude. His golden eyes gleamed victoriously at Sebastian. “Order him away. Order him to leave you be.”

            Ciel pulled his eyepatch away, and his contract seal gleamed in the dark room. “I order you to stay out of my sight!”

            Sebastian froze as the contract’s demonic laws sunk into his skin. He had to leave. He had to step away. He had to stay out of Ciel’s side. Sebastian gritted his teeth as he stepped back to the door. (Y/N)’s eyes were trained on him as Claude pulled their body tight against his, his eyes smug as he looked away from Sebastian to (Y/N)’s form against him. There was no question as to what he was thinking of.

            Sebastian felt pure demonic fury coursing through him. He would gouge those eyes out.

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