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animeyanderelover · 1 year ago

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Anon: Could I request Yandere Sebastian Michaelis, Ciel Phantomhive, Alois Trancy, Claude Faustus and Ash Landers with a reader who's a young widow/widower who refuses to entertain any thoughts of having another romantic relationship with someone out of a desire to spend the rest of their life as their late spouse's wife/husband.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, stalking, delusional thoughts, paranoia, manipulation, blackmailing, gaslighting, threats, arranged marriage, abduction

My one and only partner

Ciel Phantomhive

☕ It's such a tragic event, isn't it? Losing the spouse you adored and loved so much. Yes, life can certainly be cruel. The young Earl gives you his condolences, although more out of an act of formal courtesy than genuine compassion and sympathy for your loss. Your spouse has been an unpleasant thorn in his eye for a while now and if it wouldn't have been for their sudden death, he would have ended up manipulating and sabotaging the relationship himself. With them out of the picture without his doing though, Ciel sees a chance. Your talk about never wanting another relationship again is initially not something he takes serious. You're hurt and shocked, you'll get eventually over it. In the meantime Ciel plays the role of the supporting and kind friend who helps you and overlooks how you're doing. If you're struggling in life due to the loss of your lover, he'll financially support you.

☕ The Earl of Phantomhive stays patient with you for a couple of months where he subtly brings up the idea of you marrying again in some discussions he has with you yet you never hesitate in your answer that you'll never take another spouse. Slowly you wear his patience down though as the seasons pass by and your way of thinking doesn't change. Ciel eventually has to acknowledge that you might just be more serious with your decision than he initially anticipated and your sheer dedication to your late spouse elicits a spark of annoyed envy out of him. It's disrespectful to think in such a condescending way of your dead spouse but Ciel just can't see why you'd love them so much and deny yourself the chance to marry a more suitable person. The more suitable person of course being him. Nothing is fully confirmed just yet though so Ciel continues for now with what he's been doing so far, feigning to be your concerned friend whilst subtly courting you.

☕ As another couple of months pass by and you still don't change your mind, Ciel has to resort to more manipulation and sabotage. A pity, he was hoping to win your heart the more gentlemanly way. He decides to break off the engagement with Lizzy sooner than initially planned and paints himself to be quite shaken by those events. He does it in a way that doesn't damage his relationship with the Midford family though as they're important allies to him. He hopes to gain your sympathy by acting like it hits him harder than anticipated. Additionally he forces you into situations where you have to rely on him more in attempts to earn your gratitude and trust. Those are ways to blackmail you without you really knowing as he still hopes that you'll stop your childish behavior by pushing you. If none of those work though, he sees himself forced to arrange an engagement between you two. It would truly be a pity though if you'd leave him no other choice but to reveal his cold and possessive persone though, wouldn't you agree?

Sebastian Michaelis

🐈‍⬛ Sebastian puts his best act out to appear compassionate over your loss but his black heart couldn't care less in reality. Instead the early death of your spouse is merely a problem less for him as they dared to touch and take something that belongs to the demon and the demon alone only. He would have gotten rid of them himself but life was this time faster than him apparently. Despite his clear apathy, he still feigns concern and sympathy to gain your trust and even your reliance as Sebastian can't help but see the current situation you're in as a good opportunity to claim your heart which was meant to belong to him in the first place. Emotionally you're very vulnerable right now after all and even if he isn't thrilled by the fact that you waste so much thoughts and tears on this good-for-nothing spouse of yours, it's an ideal chance to grow closer to you and show you that you have a far better option right in front of you. Him.

🐈‍⬛ Sebastian prides himself in showing off his skills and abilities in front of you whilst taking care of you. He helps you in whatever ways he can, always pays you a visit and sees how you're doing. He does some of the chores for you when you're busy and even cooks and bakes for you when he has the time. He's aware of your antics of not wanting to marry ever again but he doesn't take you seriously. No, instead he almost finds your childish determination amusing as he does not believe you to stay true to your decision. Sebastian is far too confident in himself to feel intimidated or insecure. He's swayed many with his looks and his charm. If at all, he views this all as a little challenge. Amuse him a bit if you can, he has all the time in the world. You manage to stay loyal to your decision and the first couple of months, this actually excites the demon. You aren't as easily swayed and he enjoys that you're a harder challenge. That'll make it all the more rewarding when you give in after all.

🐈‍⬛ Apparently the demon has severely underestimated your loyalty and love for your dead spouse as you keep on denying him and his attempts to court you. What was once amusement and fun slowly turns into bitterness and annoyance, black feelings Sebastian has rarely experienced against someone, especially against a dead human. In all possible ways you could compare your deceased spouse to him, Sebastian is better in every way so why would you cling so desperately to someone who is already dead. As a demon, Sebastian will never be able to understand your strong devotion as you're his mate and shouldn't cling to the memories of a dead human. His comments become snarky and passive-aggressive whenever you talk about your dead spouse as he doesn't want to hear you speaking of them in such a wistful manner. You make him slowly lose his patience, an achievement near impossible. He might just come clear with his feelings at one point, giving you the last opportunity to accept him. "No" is not an option for you though.

Alois Trancy

👅 Alois should learn to read the room as he gives his darling an emotional response only a heartless asshole would show. The aristocrat is gleeful with the news of the unexpected death of your spouse. He has despised them with every fibre of his being simply for being married to you and being your spouse by law, a spot that should belong to him. They were in his way and if they wouldn't have died so suddenly, Alois would have ordered their death himself. Their death is in his mind like a sign from above, a sign that should tell you that they weren't meant for you. He has such a hard time hiding his sadistic grin and at least acting like he feels sorry as he just feels giddiness rushing through his blood. Finally! Now he can have you all for himself without their disgusting arse anywhere near you. He might just visit their grave out of pure spite, mocking them and laughing at them. They got what they deserved for taking you.

👅 No sense for boundaries and personal space, Alois just acts like an immature and spoiled brat, which he really just is at the end of the day. He's clingy because now there is no spouse of yours around which disgusts him and tempts him to just strangle them for doing as much as touching you. No, instead he's celebrating your new freedom and that you two can now finally be together as he showers you with presents and invites you multiple times a week over to his mansion. He's giddy, joyful and touchy with you as he doesn't even consider the fact that you want to grieve, don't want to hang around him or even start a relationship with him right away. Instead he instantly assumes that you'll accept him and are even happy that your deceased spouse is now gone. That makes him immensely confused when you stop him and tell him firmly that you have no interest in him or anyone.

👅 He's not believing you or at least doesn't want to believe you. Why are you still hung up on that rat? They were only in the way! He should have been your lawful husband from the very start! The brat in him emerges and starts shouting and crying, blames you for being so stupid to choose the wrong person in the first place when you should have just waited for him to come along. Aloid doesn't want to understand and neither will he ever understand, too gone in his head with his pretty fantasy of you two being meant to be together. So he doesn't take your words seriously, refuses that you mean it. Such devotion should only be for him, you can't possibly really feel so strongly about them...right? He rejects that idea of your heart forever belonging to them violently but he grows undeniably more paranoid with the thought constantly present at the back of his mind. You're the one who has the wrong idea here! Alois genuinely believes that you just need some convincing to see that you were wrong, although that means in normal words an abduction and isolation.

Claude Faustus

🕷️ His facial expression remains cold and apathetic, only the slight hint of a smug grin tugging at the corner of his lips when he hears about the news. What a stroke of luck that is, he doesn't have to bother with this little insect after all. Claude would have a 100% taken care of them himself but that isn't needed because their own stupidity was the death of them. Claude is rather content for the first time in a long while as his mood hasn't been the best ever since he found out that his mate had already been claimed by another human. He hides his smugness about their death in front of you though, sane enough to understand that he'd only earn your ire otherwise. Besides that though, he'll keep his emotionless face though because it is hard faking sympathy and sorrow for someone who has only been a hindrance in his eyes from the very first moment.

🕷️ Claude is merciless as he instantly starts erasing traces of their existence. He tidies your house up to get rid of their stench clinging to every material until his own smell is dominating the house and throws photos and everything else out. The last part he does without your knowledge since you cherish every reminder of your late spouse. It's pathetic and annoying to see you breaking down when you can't find pictures and, worst of all, your own wedding ring anymore. You sob and cry and he can only look at you with cold eyes, doing his best to hide an annoyed sneer. That dead human is barely worth anything besides a mediocre meal in his eyes so why are you so affected? You have him and that's all you'll ever need. Your talk of never wanting another romantic relationship only serves to fuel his annoyance but ultimately he brushes it off as you being dramatically emotional.

🕷️ Claude is rather full of himself after all, is confident that he can charm you and make you forget all about your spouse in no time. His patience is not as good as Sebastian's is though so he grows soon tired of your naive fantasy to live and die as your late spouse's partner. Even the mere mention of their name causes his chest to fill with barely hidden annoyance, his words cold and sharp when he speaks about them. He's just done with you and your stubbornness of clinging to someone who is already buried six feet underneath. He is the one you should choose, not some pathetic and undeserving human. You're his mate after all! His! That's the point where Claude starts using his powers to sabotage you, scare you, torture you mentally a bit to force you into co-dependency. If you still refuse to accept him, deny him what is rightfully his, he'll have no mercy whatsoever. He'll reveal himself to you and will take you for himself just like his instincts demand him to do. Don't worry, you'll forget soon all about your former lover.

Ash Landers

▫️ Ash has been agonizing himself over that spouse of yours since the first day he found you. Marriage is sacred, a bond special yet for you to give your vow to such a vile human. No one is worthy of you in this city, not even in the entire world. It isn't your fault though as Ash believes that it was your spouse who forced you, abused your kindness and love. Oh, he would have loved to remove that stain himself but perhaps this was divine punishment from heaven. It is a heavy weight less on his shoulders for him now that that vermin is gone, although your safety is still plenty enough to give him multiple heart attacks. You're far from safe after all as you still live in a society with rotten individuals, you're the only pure and untainted flower left. So Ash just has to act and so something before they'll devour you, tear you apart.

▫️ In all his paranoia and panic he only notices after the abduction that you're busily grieving over the death of your husband. Personally, he wouldn't even spare them a single thought and they're especially unworthy of your thoughts and feelings. He's sensitive when it involves you so your tears and your sorrow crush his heart as he enters multiple frenzies, blames your deceased spouse. How could anyone dare to sadden you and be the source of your anguish and tears? Ash tries everything to help you with your pain, has multiple meltdowns whenever he catches the sight of your tears or senses the emotional agony you're in. Parts of him die again and again as he already seems to fail in his role as a guardian angel and it eventually reaches the level where he kneels in front of you with tears streaming down his face, begging you to tell him what he should do to ease your pain.

▫️ He finds out from you that you've decided to never have another romantic relationship so that you can spendthe rest of your life as you're spouse's lawful partner. Initially he has no real problems with that. Sure, he still thinks that such vermin is deserving of such sheer dedication and loyalty from you but that just shows why you're such a pure creature in the first place. No one is worthy of you anyways so the concept of you refusing to love anyone else, or let anyone abuse you again as Ash thinks of it, should be reassuring and it is a little bit for a while. At least until Ash discovers that what he thought were sincere intentions to protect you like any guardian angel should have turned into feelings of longing and desire. Emotions he shouldn't feel towards you as not even he sees himself as deserving of your heart. Yet now the knowledge that you won't even consider falling in love again to waste your precious love on your dead spouse pains him only more but he forbids himself to ever let you find out about his feelings, no matter how many times he has to punish himself. Only your love could save him now.

#yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere ciel #yandere ciel phantomhive #yandere sebastian #yandere sebastian michaelis #yandere alois #yandere alois trancy #yandere claude #yandere claude faustus #yandere ash #yandere ash landers

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lazyalani · 1 year ago

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| Ciel Phantomhive × [F!Reader]

| Well, it burned

| written from lizzy's point of view, well kind of, still from third person but focuses on lizzy, no twins au, angst, so much angst with happy ending, swearing, it gets worse before it gets better, ciel and reader end up together, lizzy watched their love die, she watches as ciel falls inlove with reader, tried to keep it as short as possible cuz making it long would make it a full blown lizzy fic, not accurate but this is the best i can do without ruining my own writing style and ideas >_< sorry for the long wait, this fucking broke me as a hard cielizzy shipper

A request from: @imhereiguess420

| Summary: In which Lady Elizabeth gets too close to the fire. And what happens when you get too close? You get burned.

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sometimes, i wake up by the door

It was supposed to be just a mission. She were supposed to be just a mission.

Perhaps she was too naive.

Or perhaps she was too ignorant.

Or maybe both. Lizzy thinks, no, she knows.

After the events of Campania she was sure Ciel and her had become closer. They were. Until she came along.

Stupid. Stupid. This is all your fault. She tells herself. You were the one who insisted to take care of her, you were the one who agreed to let Ciel help. She scolds herself again and again. So why are you complaining now?

She can feel her tears rimming on her eyes. She can feel her mind going in a haze. She can feel her emotions rampaging, uncontrollable. She can feel her brother's pity filled stare.

When the Queen had gathered the knights of the kingdom to protect a noble lady being targeted by a country they were in tension with, Elizabeth had volunteered herself to directly take care of them as she were near her age, and let the others take care of dealing with other forces of the mission. She figured she would also be more comfortable with someone her age.

She was a kind person. But as she lays out her suggestions towards the plan for the mission, she can't help but think about someone else. She reminded her of someone. Ciel. She smiled, oh, she just had a great idea.

Who would've thought it would take things for the worst?

She remembered how she barged in to the Phantomhive Estate to ask Ciel for help.

"I'm sure you'd get along with them! She's really really smart like you, and you both speak in riddles sometimes!"

He sighs, "Do I need to?"

"No, but pleaseeee? It would really make me happy to make her comfortable and safe!" She pouts and gives him the best puppy eyes she could muster.

The Earl shakes his head with slight red cheeks and sighs again. "Alright, I'll see what I can do." He looks away, but she could still see his red cheeks. And she smiles, feeling a lot more giddy.

Who knew those were one of their last moments?

that heart you caught must be waiting for you

She crumples another paper and throws it away, picking up another and began writing again. What was she writing about again? Fuck, the ink got smudged by water. Oh, it wasn't water.

Her face scrunches with the pain she feels on her chest as she hold her forehead, trying to control her breathing. She can still feel her brother's hesitant and concerned stare from the opened door of her room.

She shifted in her seat a little. She didn't want her brother to see her like this.

So pathetic.

"[Name]! This is Ciel, my lovely fiance!" She, jolly as ever, gestures to the Earl who sighs again and lifts up his hand.

"Earl Ciel Phantomhive, it's uhh, nice to meet you..." He awkwardly says as he glances at her expecting expression.

She smiles and giggles. He might sigh a lot around her, but she knows he feels just the same as she did. She's happy to see him try to be nicer for her.

She nodded and took his hand to shake, introducing herself as well, "... the pleasure is mine."

Ciel and her gazes were both calculating, observing each other, almost wary. But Lizzy didn't mind, it was their first meeting afterall, she was sure they would get along just fine. They were alike, afterall.

Oh my, fair lady, too alike.

She wanted to shout when another paper gets smudged by her tears, crumpling it and throwing it away again.

"My lady...." She hears Paula's worried voice from beside her brother.

She ignores it and picks up another paper, her grip on the pen almost breaking it from the force.

God, she was close to breaking. But she couldn't let her brother and Paula see more of her disgraceful side. She writes and writes. She didn't even know what she was writing anymore. Those words, those phrases, every sentence had different words all over. But they all have the same meaning.

Please don't do this.

Please don't leave me. She silently begs.

even now when we're already over,

Oh, fair lady, how low had you fallen?

I don't know, I don't care! She wanted to scream. Getoutgetoutgetoutofmyhead...

Ciel. Ciel. Ciel, please.

All those wandering gazes, stolen glances, secret conversations. Reading someone from their eyes was something she was also good at. But reading her fiance's was a different story. And so was hers.

Or is my fair lady just ignorant?

i can't help myself from lookin for you

Shutupshutupshutup! She screams into her head, her nails digging in to her desk.

"My lady! You'll hurt yourself, please!"

"Ciel! Do you want to go to the new park with me? Father said it was really pretty!" She holds his hands with a happy mood.

"Ah, uhhh," he glances at her with a subtle hesitant look, "we can't leave her alone, Elizabeth. Maybe another time?" He offers instead.

Lizzy can see through that unbothered facade in his glance.

But she ignored it.

i set fire to the rain

"Brother said he could look after them this time! Can we go to the park, pleaaaase?" She pleads at him with her usual puppy gaze that would always make him red.

He sighs and nods, seemingly giving up. "Alright, then."

He wasn't flustered like he always was. She ignores all the voices in her head and smiles, taking his hand in hers and lifting them together.

"Yay! Ciel is really the best!" No reaction again.

watched it pour as i touched your face

"Sebastian, have Snake stay here." He turns to her. "Let's go, Elizabeth." He offers his hand for her to take.

She ignores how her name is back to Elizabeth.

She smiles again and takes his hand. "I'm excited!" But the bad feeling in her stomach says otherwise.

And she ignores the alarms in her head when he looks back at her before entering the carriage.

well, it burned while i cry

How could have she missed those? She ruffles her hair agressively, messing her pigtails slightly.

"Lizzy...." She hears her brother.

Oh, fair lady, you didn't miss them...

Shutup! She screams in her head again.

... you chose to ignore them.

Get the fuck out of my head!

Why?

Getoutgetoutgetout!

Why is that?

You're not real!

Why the ignorance, my fair lady?

Stop putting things to my head! She writes more aggressively, the paper is starting to tear.

"My lady, the paper is already..."

"Lizzy, that's enough..."

Are you trying to turn that paper into you?

Shut the fuck up. She ignores everyone and continues writing.

To my Ciel,

Torn?

'cause i heard it screaming out your name

Everyone but that voice.

Ofcourse you do, fair lady, afterall....

Her Ciel is really a danger magnet. A moment, they were just walking, and then another, they're suddenly solving a case.

"Murdered for revenge, then." He concludes. "Let's wrap this up---" He was cut off by her.

"It's not over yet, Earl." She said, staring at the corpse with an observant look.

"Are you saying I'm wrong?" Ciel didn't look offended nor insulted, infact, he looked.... interested and amused.

She ignored it. She worried that he might get offended with whatever she would say.

Oh, fucking stupid could she be?

She smiled to the eye, "Oh, not at all, my lord, by not over yet, I meant," when she opened her eyes, there was something to it. There was something that changed with her smile, her eyes. "there's someone else behind the scenes."

She shivered.

She felt chills on her spine. This was the kind of face her Ciel made when he perfectly solves a puzzle or wins their games.

Ciel raised a brow. "Oh, a third party?"

The look on his face made her want to vomit.

Ciel, why are you looking at them like that? Stop making that face, stop looking at them like that. Stop looking like that if it isn't for me. Stop looking at them. Stop... Just stopstopstopstop

But she ignored it.

i set fire to the rain

"Elizabeth, let's go."

"Elizabeth, what are you doing here?"

"Are you alright, Elizabeth?"

"Ah, this is Elizabeth, my... betrothed."

"Elizabeth, where is she?"

"Elizabeth...."

NO STOP CALLING ME THAT! IT'S LIZZY! LIZZY! WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME LIKE THAT AGAIN?!

When did it start going back to how it used to be? When did it start to fade? When did it start to fall? When did he stop loving her? When did he stat loving her?

Oh god, save my sanity..... She begged anyone above.

...I'm the only reality you have left.

and i threw us into the flames

She had tried everything. She had tried to convince him not to break their engagement, disguising it as for the sake of their family's convenience. For the sake of their reputations. For the sake of his parents. For the sake of their titles. For the sake of her sanity.

He hadn't lied to her. But he hadn't told her everything either.

He had told her he doesn't reciprocate her feelings anymore. He had told her that his desire for his goal was stronger.

He had told her every shared feelings they had were back when they were kids.

Now that, was a fucking lie. She almost smiled bitterly, she did in her head.

She had seen his tolerance of her become fondess. She had seen his frowns turn to genuine smiles. She had seen his lifeless actions turn to sincere efforts.

But then again, it had all changed when she came, didn't it?

when it fell,

Elizabeth wanted to curse her. To swear her name to every possible creature there is. She wanted to scream at her. To shout. To yell. To accuse. To beg her.

To beg them not to take away her Ciel again.

But she can't do that to her friend, can she?

She doesn't want to lose him again.

Not again, please. Not again. I just got him back. She cries.

She feels her brother begin rubbing her back. "Lizzy...."

She had done everything.

Yet why had he still sent a letter breaking off everything they had?

"Elizabeth, this is for the best."

You're cruel, Ciel.

"Lizzy, I'm sorry."

You're so fucking cruel.

something died

Something inside her snapped as she screamed and stood up, throwing everything off her desk, crying.

"Elizabeth!" Her brother exclaimed, trying to stop her.

"Milady!"

"No! Stop calling me that! Stop calling me that!" She screams again, struggling in her brother's grip.

"Lizzy! Lizzy, alright, alright, I'm sorry... I'm sorry." Her brother's voice cracked. It hurt him to see his beloved sister like this.

She cried and cried, now sitting on the floor, a hand on her forehead. Her pigtails were ruined, her face was red.

"Why? Why?!"

Edward stayed silent, sitting beside her and pulling her into his embrace and letting her vent.

"Why, brother? I had done everything. I would do anything and everything. All he needs to do is to ask. I had done everything to make him— us happy. And I would do everything all over again to make us happy. BUT WHY?!"

Edward burried her head on his shoulder, letting her cry against it. Tears were rimming his eyes, how had his sweet, jolly sister come to this? He wished he had an answer for her, but even he did not know.

He had witnessed everything his sister planned just to make her fiance smile again. He had witnessed everything she had done just to make him reciprocate her actions, her feelings.

He had witnessed how broken she was when the Phantomhive Manor burned down. He had witnessed her go back to her jolly self when Ciel had come back. He had witnessed her force herself to be optimistic despite Ciel's subtle rejections. He had witnessed her telling herself not to give up. He had witnessed her cry everynight. He had witnessed her cry herself to sleep when she's tired. And he had witnessed her come back again when she finished resting.

And no one knows how heartbroken he was when he realized his sister's rest was crying.

Everything she worked so hard for, the things she poured her whole heart and soul for, vanished in just a blink of an eye.

And now it's back to square one again. Except,

The other steps are now ashes.

'cause i knew that that was the last time

The voice in her head had faded.

Was it because she's broken her delusions now?

But the price to pay was her broken self.

"Brother, I don't know what to anymore..." She cried and cried again. But what could she do? Everything is gone now.

Everything fell into ashes.

"Please..... help me..."

He didn't want to see her burn with the remains of his cousin's old self.

Please, save my sister...

So he begs with her.

the last time

And now, she stands with everyone as they witness the becoming of the new Countess of the Phantomhive Household.

Now, she stands with so many people as she witnesses the union of the people that broke her before.

But now, she stands with her healing self, witnessing the wedding of the two people she hold dear in heart.

Now, she looks at them without breaking.

oh, oh, no

She smiles as she remembers how she reacted when she received an invitation to their wedding in France.

After the events in her room years ago, her brother took her to France as an attempt to calm her nerves.

It was hard, so hard, to not think about everything that had happened. Whenever she sees herself, or anything that remind her of herself, she remembers everything. But he had grown to love France, and had decided to stay there. It wasn't easy, but it was easier than being in London.

For several years, she had studied and had let herself heal there. She trained and trained, venting out her sadness, anger, her frustration inti the force of her sword. She let herself become someone new.

Sometimes, she thought about what she would do if she ever comes face to face with them again. Would she scream? Would she cry? Would she curse? Would she just smile?

So when she received an invitation, she didn't know what to feel.

And so it brought her comfort when she came to a realization that she didn't feel anything.

It wasn't what she really wanted. She wanted to heal and be able to feel happy for them. But it was something.

It was better than nothing.

And so she stares at them with nothing a but smile. She stares at them with a smile that has nothing.

She felt a little guilty that she couldn't feel happy for them. But she felt happy for herself.

She felt happy that she doesn't hold any bad feelings against them anymore.

She couldn't be happy for them, but she isn't mad either. And it was enough for her. Baby steps, she thinks, and smiled again.

She feels nothing as she was introduced as her maid of honor. She feels nothing even when she tells her Elizabeth was her one true friend, as she didn't have a life of an extrovert. She feels nothing when Ciel greets her. She feels nothing when both of them come to hug her. She feels nothing as she walks through to church. She feels nothing as she greets everyone with a smile that held nothing but happiness for herself.

She feels nothing as she gives her speech as the maid of honor.

And she feels happy as she only thinks of herself now. She feels happy as she lets herself feel nothing to heal. She feels happy as she only cares for herself now.

She feels happy because she gets to do what she couldn't do for herself before.

She placed ointments and medicines to her burns herself, and she wasn't going to let herself go through that painful fire anymore.

And now, she stands before everyone as Lady Knight Cordelia.

So let her feelings burn along with her old self.

let it burn

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mcverse · 1 year ago

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☆ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐘𝐞𝐬/𝐍𝐨

☆ 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

☆ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟓.𝟗𝐤

☆ 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: 𝟏. “𝐃𝐨 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈’𝐦 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝? 𝐃𝐨 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮?” 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

☆ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞��𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 (?), 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲, 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥, 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤

☆ 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫: 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈’𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭. 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐈’𝐦 𝐨𝐟𝐟 ț𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬.

☆ 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐏𝐥𝐬 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝: 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝟏𝟖+

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 & 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝

Two weeks—that’s how long it took before you can finally get this close to him. Your interactions with your lover had been fleeting, thanks to his butler role at the Phantomhive Manor. It was no surprise when the feeling of neglect had time to settle in your chest, stirring something inside you, something that was out of your character.

It was just luck, really, that the Lord of the manor, Ciel, didn’t care enough about your frequent visits, as long as they didn’t interfere with Sebastian’s duties. He took pity on you; poor thing fell in love with a demon. That wouldn’t end well. You knew this, but didn’t care.

The only thing you plan on doing to interfere with his duties is adding yourself to his to-do list. And you’ve been attempting for so long. No matter how many times you've tried to steal a moment alone with him, whether by luring him into an empty room or catching him in a quiet hallway, he skillfully evades your advances, consistently finding reasons and opportunities to slip away.

Judging by his actions, or rather his lack of them, it’s challenging to determine if Sebastian shares the same feelings as you. He’s a master of concealing his emotions, unlike you, who wears your heart on your sleeve.

However, it’s reasonable to assume he faces his own challenges. This is the longest period you’ve gone without being entangled in each other’s arms, so it’s hard to believe that he would find it surprising if your attempts might resemble stalking, like a predator on the hunt, albeit unsuccessful in catching your prey.

What, in all honesty, did he assume would happen by neglecting you, fully aware of how humans, driven by their desperation and greed, can behave, especially given the many years he’s spent among them to know first hand?

This is why, one late evening, you succeed in catching him just outside Ciel’s door as he’s on his way out. Your petite figure holds his large frame against the door, and any passersby would likely find the scene somewhat amusing. However, their reactions don’t matter when he’s peering down at you so handsomely that, in a different setting, you might have felt compelled to tackle and ravish him.

You purse your lips, neither of you saying a word as a stare down takes place. Sebastian's head is slightly tilted to the side, his gloved hand to his chin as his expression remains relaxed. He doesn’t seem at all surprised that you're here pinning him down, in fact, he finds this situation amusing if the ingenious glint in his eyes didn’t give it away.

“What a pleasant surprise,” he says, his voice a rich blend of velvet and honey, smooth and tantalizing as he flashes his signature smile, “Who let you in?”

You raise a single eyebrow in response to his question, your scoff reflecting your unwavering resolve. As if anyone could stop you from finding him. It’s a connection etched deep within your soul, different from Ciel but just as unbreakable; you could track him down even at the gates of hell if necessary.

“Is this how you address the lover you’ve been avoiding?” you grumble, “I had thought you possessed better etiquette in the sway of romance.”

Sebastian softly chuckles at your comment, lifting a hand to delicately trace the contours of your cheekbones, his thumb tenderly caressing it. It wasn’t skin to skin, but it was almost enough to distract you from your mission. Almost.

“Is that what I’ve been doing? My sincerest apologies; that was never my intention.” he purrs. He retracts his hand moments later as you bump your chest into his, nearly pushing him back into the door, a motion that would surely result in a loud thud if he hadn’t placed a hand behind him.

“Somehow I can’t bring myself to believe you,” you retort, your tone carrying signs of vexation. These past weeks have left you frustrated and having him in front of you, playing coy when what you really want is a little extra loving and bruises to remember the next day irked you beyond words.

Jokes on him, you meticulously timed this encounter despite your impatience. Word has it that Sebastian is running well ahead of schedule today, leaving plenty of free time for you to fill.

"Why, yes, you've apprehended me. What's your plan now?" His grin widens, revealing a single fang, and he fixes an unwavering gaze upon you, his crimson eyes seemingly burning brighter in the dimly lit hallway. They were smoldering, almost suffocating to be held under but you had every intention of following through after the weeks you’ve had alone.

He has lived far longer than a normal man, been with countless women and men, likely understanding them better than any man of science alive. He knows very well what you want to do, what you're going to do or better yet, provoke him to do. And you knew exactly how.

“I want attention. Now.” you candidly exclaim.

A pregnant pause follows, an unnecessary long one before he replies, “Quite a bratty request from someone so sophisticated.” he glances away to the clock opposite of the wall, his eyes studying it as he adds nonchalantly, "Unfortunately, I must prepare desserts for Lady Elizabeth's visit with the young master tomorrow.”

Your confidence starts to wane as his words sink in. He didn’t take the bait. You were so sure he’d want to “put you in your place,” “remind you of your manners,” and lead you back to his room. It wasn’t difficult to comprehend, more in the form of it was disheartening to realize that you hadn’t succeeded as you thought you would again.

A pout takes the shape of your lips, you cast him a wide-eyed, hopeful expression, so cute and innocent, it would be hard for his true nature to say no to, “Please?” you implore, “I miss you…. Miss the way you hold me, tell me stories of your time in hell… the way only you can fuck me satified.”

Sebastian shifts his gaze from the clock to you, and for a moment, he freezes at your expression. Your large, doe-eyed eyes, your pretty rose-colored, pouty lips, and your persistent behavior all resemble a cat eagerly awaiting a scratch on the head, despite your vulgar words. His vixen kitty cat is what you are.

He wants to say yes; you can see it in the way his eyes soften, as if he’s on the verge of cooing at you. But instead, he shakes his head and says, “Everything has to be perfect by tomorrow. There’s no time to waste.” he finalized his decision.

Not ready to give up just yet, you blurt out, “Can I lend a hand?” before you can restrain yourself. You mentally scold yourself; baking has never been your strong suit, unlike cooking a hearty meal. However, you refuse to retract your offer. At this point, any opportunity for interaction with him would be more than welcome.

You mentally implore, ‘Just touch me!’ while you wait for his response. It shouldn’t take this long to think about it, especially since it was you who made the request. In an ideal scenario, he should have been the one to ask in the first place. Eventually, he agrees with a sigh, and his usual smile returns. “That’s acceptable. But follow my instructions precisely. There’s no room for errors,” he declares unapologetically, as if it were an unbreakable rule.

His word sparks an idea that might be more effective than relying on wide-eyed innocence and demands. After all, there was nothing this man prided himself on more than being one hell of a butler. It would be a real shame if nothing went according to plan…

You respond with a chester smile and curt nod as he turns to lead the way to the kitchen. Following behind him, you can’t help but feel giddy, thinking of all the many ways this could play out. On one hand, you’ll get bent over and raw-dogged, but on the other hand, he might just deny you the luxury of even breathing the same air as him for the next few weeks. It was a risk you had to take.

Upon arriving in the kitchen, he swiftly delegates the servants to time-consuming tasks on the distant side of the mansion. You’re appreciative of this because what you have in mind is unlikely to be a quiet affair.

“Where would you like me?” you chime, positioned in the center of the kitchen. You idly fiddle with your fingers, giving no hint to the lascivious images running through your head, which you both share.

‘Say underneath you,’ you consider.

‘Underneath me—’ he considers.

Yet, neither of you is aware that your thoughts align perfectly.

"Can you manage the cupcake preparation?" he asks, rolling up his sleeves to the elbow in an attractive manner, then gathering the necessary ingredients for you. Placing them in front of you, he steals a brief glance at you before moving to attend to another task.

"Yes, sir~" you emphasize the "sir," offering a smile as you start humming a tune you've cherished since you discovered it. You begin mixing the ingredients, not particularly concerned about making a mess. Sebastian was bound to take notice, given his meticulous nature; he could spot a cobweb in the corner of the high ceiling in the main room.

When you reach the most enjoyable part—the whisking—you lose track of your surroundings. It's strangely hypnotic, subtly distracting your attention from the initial reason you're here in the first place.

"You're whisking it incorrectly," Sebastian's voice suddenly appears near your ear, his large hands enveloping your own and expertly guiding you to the proper technique—folding, not swirling. “That’s better. Do you believe you can manage it independently now?” His tone lowers to a luscious whisper, intimate and enticing, as he momentarily halts your movements. “Can you?”

His tone sends a wave of heat through your body, and suddenly, the room feels like it’s warmed by a few degrees Celsius. Your mind fills with snippets of flashbacks, each connected to that very tone he’s using, making you involuntarily squeeze your thighs together even tighter.

You pause before responding. This was somewhat unexpected—just a tad. Since your arrival in the kitchen, you haven't done anything significant to raise concern or be labeled as bratty or disorderly in his terms.

He approached you, not out of the kindness of his heart, as he lacks one in truth, but because you were genuinely—there's no simpler way to put this; because you were yourself. You didn't need to do anything mischievous to capture the demon's attention. He already had his sights set on you.

You nod in a dazed manner, stealing a glance at him from beneath lowered lashes, your mouth slightly agape as your breath quickens. If he continues like this, you'll end up panting like a dog. Typically, you're not so needy, not so easily reduced to putty, but after two weeks without physical contact, normal doesn’t fit nowadays.

“That’s right, good little kitten…” he softly murmurs.

The involuntary clenching of your pussy shouldn't be happening, and your eyes shouldn't be fluttering closed as your mind replays those words over and over. You’re licking your lips, craving more of his praise. Yet, yes it did happen, and you can't wait for the moment he's inside, so you can drive him just as wild as he's driven you.

He instructs, “Carry on,” retracting his hands back and resting them on your waist. He observes your hands closely as they work. Your movements feel a bit rigid as you remind yourself that there’s no need to err on the path to achieving your desires.

He's tracing gentle circles on your waist, a comforting action, yet you desire more—this feels like a tease, nothing more. It does succeed in causing a stutter in your movements, and you'll give him that. But if he genuinely wanted you to unravel, he knew very well what he had to do.

"Focus," he gently reminds you as his hands move sensually from your waist to your hips, where he firmly grasps and pulls you closer to him. Beneath the thick fabric of your dress, you can feel a distinct bulge pressed against your lower back, clearly revealing just how aroused he is in that moment.

With care, his hands venture lower, down to your legs. On either side, he gathers your dress in his hands tightly and raises it, exposing the smooth skin beneath.

He thrusts forward against your underwear-clad ass, the sight of your delicate skin, so close and yet still beyond his grasp, contributing to the fall of his patience.

If you fold the batter any faster, the bowl might just take flight. His pace is deliberate, but it's evident that he's just as eager as you are, only secretly till now. No surprise, the knowledge that he wants you as much as you want him only makes you wetter.

"Slower," he whispers in your ear, although his actions contradict his words. He's hooking his thumbs into the waistband of your underwear. He could have easily slid them down your soft thighs and toned calves, having you step out, but where's the excitement in that?

A resounding faint tear fills the spacious kitchen and a gasp escapes your lips as the shredded layers of your underwear are dropped at your feet. You glance down, frowning. You just brought those this week.

There's little time to dwell on them as Sebastian adeptly spreads your legs apart with one foot. His bucks against your ass continues as he applies gentle pressure to your upper back. Just enough to arch your back, dress still in his hand, and create a new angle that presses his bulge against your bare folds..

You release a low hiss, the friction of the fabric gives a little pleasure with a mix of uncomfortability. But there’s a delicious side to this: you can feel just how hard he was without the thick layer of your dress. His throbbing cock strained against his thin layered pants, you can feel it jump as he runs his crotch between your folds. Slow but with purpose.

He allows you the pleasure to buck back, matching his pace, for as long as you continue your job given—which he reminds you with a tsk and harsh thrust that sends you forward with a squeak, the edge of the counter knocking your lower stomach, the pain sinkin in immediately.

You go to stabilize yourself, holding on to your stomach with one hand but he swats it, “Place them both back where they belong.” he orders, using his own hand to gently rub your stomach instead. The small action has you swooning and following his demands again, albeit more desperate as it shows in the way you buck it back harder.

His other occupied hand holding your dress, drops it so it rests against your lower back before giving your ass some attention. He grabs it, fondling it, crescent-shaped imprints on your skin. "So soft," he praises, the words only adding to further encourage you to get wetter.

You momentarily lose focus once again, he makes you feel so good… your lips pursed, and your tongue darts out to moisten them as you release a sigh, uttering his name in a pleading tone, "Sebastian..."

The sigh transforms into an unexpected yelp as he administers a firm slap to your ass, sending a jolt of pleasure racing down to your clit. When you glance back at him, you're met with a charming smile, his crimson eyes half-lidded as they meet your gaze. "I don't recall giving you permission to stop," he teases, his voice carrying a hint of authority. "Stay focused, my dear."

The sharp slap stung, leaving a crimson handprint in its wake. Usually, one might instinctively seek relief, but he sends you a pointed look, raising his hand as if silently asking if you thought he was joking.

It's a challenge to maintain your concentration when he's so tantalizingly close to where you want him. Your arousal flows between your legs, coating your folds, glistening and threatening to trickle down your inner thigh.

If he were to lower his hand just a bit, he could witness the undeniable effect he has on you. How you're genuinely being good, growing so wet and eagerly anticipating his effortless entry. The mere thought of his long, thick cock sliding in with a single powerful thrust, while you bite down on your lower lip to stifle a moan, only to fail..

You turn back towards the task at hand, clutching the whisk's handle once more. Your eyebrows arch upwards, and your lips part, releasing gentle breaths. It’s no easy task, to say the least. He continues to playfully tease, caressing the flesh of your ass and delivering teasing slaps as your wrist trembles. You find yourself melting into a disheveled state while he remains as composed as the day you first met.

"You're doing wonderfully, kitten," another praise slips from his lips. He deftly removes his glove, holding it between his teeth before dropping it onto the counter. He then returns his attention to your body, his hand venturing lower to graze your inner thigh.

"Those cupcakes are going to taste," he purrs, sliding a finger through your folds as he continues, "so sweet. The young master will be quite pleased." There was definitely a double meaning to his words.

Your legs tremble, and you instinctively lean your weight against the counter as he brushes against your clit before diving back into your folds. There's a thud and clank that follows when he returns to your clit, immediately starting to rub tight circles. He causes you to accidentally spill the contents of the bowl. Damn it.

"You're causing quite a mess," he teasingly taunts, and you're slightly uncertain if he's referring to what's between your legs or the counter. "No matter. There's still enough for the next step. Grab the paper holders and arrange them in the tray before filling them up..."

"Fill them up," God, you wish he would put an end to this game and fill you up instead. Your need is overwhelming, and you can't fathom why he's prolonging this.

With trembling hands, you follow his instructions, albeit clumsily due to the circumstances, making more of a mess. Almost inaudible mewls escape your lips; this isn't nearly enough for you. Your clit throbs painfully under the pads of his finger, and you're certain he can feel it.

"Okay," you mumble shakily, "Is the oven on—nahh!" you exclaim when, as you turn around with the tray in hand, Sebastian unexpectedly slides his finger into your pussy, curling it fully inside. The sudden, startling intrusion catches you so off guard that the tray slips from your hands and joins your underwear on the floor.

He shakes his head, his tongue clicking in disapproval as he follows your gaze. He wiggles his finger in sync with his head, uttering, “That’s unfortunate. You’re going to have to start over.” Withdrawing his fingers to the tips, he then plunges them back in, adding another finger much deeper that has your back arching and your fingers clutching the counter, desperately seeking support.

An impish grin spreads across his face as he leans in to nip at your ear, his chest pressing firmly against your back. “You’d better hurry. Time is running out,” he purrs.

A wanton moan effortlessly escapes your already parted, quivering lips. Your eyes teeter on the brink of closing as he drives his fingers with a devilish, unrelenting rhythm into your already drenched pussy. He shamelessly abuses you with the pleasure you were desperately craving, yet it only serves to fan the flames of that annoying itch, leaving you wanting for more.

How can he possibly expect you to concentrate? You’re reduced to mere squeaks, your vocalizations composed of nothing but breathless “ahs” and a chorus of curses that escalate in volume. Then, he delves in once more, curling his fingers upward, skillfully targeting that sensitive spot deep within your walls—the very one that sends your toes into an instinctive curl.

“If you can’t keep your focus,” he warns, his voice dripping with seductive promise, “I’ll have no choice but to take charge. And trust me, you will not be satisfied.”

Sensing the gravity of his demands, you hurry to follow his instructions, despite the relentless bullying that borders on sadistic. It's not unexpected from a demon hailing from hell. In the grand scheme of things, his actions are undeniably the most sinful.

After you finish whisking the batter for the second time, he withdraws his fingers completely. Curiosity gets the best of you, and you glance back just in time to witness him sticking out his tongue, wrapping it sensually around his digits, and sliding them into his mouth with a seductive groan. For a fleeting moment, his eyes flash pink. But when you blink, it's as though nothing happened.

You're overcome with excitement as he skillfully unbuttons his trousers and unzips them with one hand. With bated breath, you eagerly await the sight of the very cock you've been fantasizing about for days while you've been touching yourself.

You slowly moisten your lips with a seductive lick as he lowers his underwear, just enough to release his fully erect cock. It's a shade darker than his skin, and it's painfully hard with a slight upward curve, adorned with prominent veins.

The most noticeable vein runs along the right side, leading to a flushed, red, mushroom-shaped head that's already glistening with precum. If given the chance, you'd love to thoroughly clean him up and then, of course, attend to the untidy kitchen.

"I think you deserve a reward for being so well-behaved," he hints, stroking his cock a few times, dragging the precum down his length, the motions smoother. What would help better is the sweet slickness between your legs, but he'd much prefer to have it directly because, he admits, there's no greater feeling than being inside your plush, wet walls.

If there were a heaven to gain access to, it would be just that—a place where he could freely come and go as he pleases. Like how he naturally ruins anything he touches, he’s bound to corrupt you from the inside out. When he’s finished with you, no human beneath the sun will be able to set your body ablaze in quite the same way as he does.

You nod your head eagerly, conveying your agreement. You press your hips backwards, unabashedly presenting your ass as he gazes intently at your exposed pussy from the back. "Put it in!" you whine, swaying your hips, the movements causing your ass to jiggle enticingly with each bounce.

Sebastian firmly grasps your hip to halt your eager movements. He lines up the head of his cock with your entrance, teasing you by thrusting only the tip inside before pulling back, repeating the tantalizing motion.

Throughout this torment, a smirk plays his lips, while your increasingly needy whimpers fill the air. "Have I truly neglected you so much to elicit this reaction from this alone?" he asks knowingly. "If you don't hush those tempting sounds, someone might intrude, and you wouldn't want that, now would you?"

You attempt to back up, intending to sink down onto his cock, but he firmly holds his ground. "I can't stay quiet! You're being so cruel... I need you. I want you so badly."

He sighs, as if you're more trouble than you're worth, and he firmly grasps your hips with both hands, squeezing in warning. "You still have a lot of work to do. Humans have always been idle and fragile, but I suppose we could take a break," he suggests, all the while slowly sinking into you. His lips part ever so slightly, while yours drop open, releasing a sultry moan.

As you suspected, you're incredibly wet, and your pussy barely registers the stretch since there's no resistance as he enters. However, that doesn't prevent your walls from eagerly clamping down once he's fully settled. They seem to have a mind of their own, ravenous and determined to keep him inside after days of no interaction.

The longing for fullness has been partially satisfied, and as you clutch the edge of the counter tighter, you back up onto him closer until his balls gently brush against your clit. You’re more than prepared for the main course.

Since entering you, Sebastian remains silent. You can easily picture it without needing to look. His eyes closed as he nestled into your moist warmth, his grip almost painful on your hips as you envelop him completely. It's as if you're drowning him, even though he’s nowhere near water. Undoubtedly the best human he has ever had the honor of tasting.

You gulp, placing both your hands on his, allowing gravity to pull you down until your chest is flush on the counter. "M-Move," you demand, your face flushed as you feel the pulsing of both his cock and your pussy beat. You’re desperate now. "Please move— " You need him to, need him to pound into you until all your frustration mellows to nothing.

He opens his eyes and glances down at you, his gaze fixed on the curve of your back, appreciating how it flexes and twitches in response to just being stilled inside. Taking a hand, he feathers it down your spine, pleased at your twitching increases. Oh what he could do to you if he let himself.

"Aren't you being quite the greedy kitten? I'm giving you all the attention you've been meowing about." He trails his hand up your spine once more, gripping the back of your neck, exerting firm control, but not enough to harm you, as you both know he could.

You were undeniably playing with fire, engaging with a man as unearthly and devilish as the devil himself. He was here with you, a human, his fresh source of amusement. It should disgust you, but instead, it only intensifies your desire to kneel before him and beg for more pleasure. He gives it best.

“Sebby, please!” Tears had already welled in your eyes, even though he hadn’t moved yet. He’s right there—right there, with his cock inside you, and he’s still toying with you. There’s a time and place, and that time has passed. If he doesn’t move, you’ll move for him. “Please…”

He tilts his head, and his smirk evolves into a condescending smile. "You feel hotter than usual. Tighter and messier. You should be enjoying having me inside you right now instead of behaving bratty. Let’s stay like this for the moment,” he decides without considering your opinion, then continues, whispering sweet nothings. "Do you know how sinful it is for an angel to lie with a demon? No amount of redemption can admit you to heaven. You're bound to me until your last dying breath."

You know; you didn’t plan on having it any other way.

Fed up with his teasing, you rise up on your forearms to pull slightly forward before falling back, your round ass slaps against his pelvis, the sound echoing through the room. It's a more forceful impact than you had initially intended, but you persist in that motion, using him for your own pleasure until he abruptly seizes control. He pushes your head against the counter with a firm hand on the back of it as he meets your final thrust, pinning your hip between his body and the counter’s edge.

"Am I coming across as if I'm messing around?" he asks, his tone carrying a hiss. "Do I appear as though I won't punish you?"

You've reached a point where your initial plan might be more appealing than enduring this torment. It's a day you never thought you'd see—the day you'd be more than willing to accept punishment. Sebastian has a way of bringing out unusual facets of you.

"I don't care!" you whine, squirming in his grasp, your eyes on the hand gripping the counter edge. He holds it so tightly, and you fear he might break it based on the twitching veins. "Let me go. If you're going to act like this, then I'll find someone else!" you lie, hoping to elicit a favorable reaction.

You believed it didn't work. His grip on your head falters as he lifts it away from you. He withdraws from your warmth, and for a moment, a pang of hurt pricks at your chest. Is he genuinely willing to let you be with someone else?

Then the hand that was on your head returns to the back of your neck, and his hips thrust forward with a force that has you moaning immediately and clenching around his cock so rapidly.

His other hand joins the fray, gripping your hips firmly. Each of his thrusts against your ass threatens to send you soaring, and there's no mercy in the way he moves. He leaves you no time to breathe properly, only allowing sharp intakes as you moan and gasp.

"What's the matter? Can't handle it, kitten?" Sebastian taunts breathlessly, his eyes peering down at your frail, useless arms at your side, desperately seeking something to cling to. Your hair is already sticking to your cheek as being bend over by Sebastian makes it feel like he's turned up the heat by a thousand degrees.

You look absolutely pathetic, yet so incredibly alluring, his cunning little vixen who dared to suggest that kind of offer earlier. You had this coming. "I can't hear you," he grunts. Your pussy takes him so nicely, yet it's so tight that he almost regrets not fucking into it enough to force it to remember the shape of him these past few weeks.

"Seb—mhm—Sebby~" you moan loudly, your attempts to form words hindered by the overwhelming pleasure surging through your body. Your mind is on the verge of shutting down as his cock drives into you, dominating and bullying your insides completely, channeling all the unspoken emotions he doesn’t dare say.

With an effortless motion, his hand leaves your neck, moving up just a few inches to thread his fingers through your hair. He twirls it around his hand and grips it firmly, using it as a handle as his pace quickens. At this moment, there's little distinction between you and a wild animal. Due to your earlier behavior, acting like a bitch in heat, he has no choice but to remind you of your place: always beneath him.

He tugs on your hair, making you stand up with your back flush against his clothed chest. His arm wraps around your midsection, and his breath tickles your ear. His gaze fixates on the side of your face as this new angle causes your mouth to form an "o" due to the increased depth he reaches.

His tip hits the roof of your slick gummy walls, causing your eyes to tightly shut and your stomach to contract in sync with your grip on his cock. The pleasure is intense, bordering on pain, especially with his lack of care to bring you to the edge faster than your usual pace.

His hand in your midsection sinks lower, dipping between your legs to find the compulsive little nub he was teasing earlier before this assault on you he calls a lesson. As soon as his finger lands on it, he starts rubbing tight figure-eights. Your back arch off his clothed chest as the duel feeling of being fucked and toyed with pushes you towards what you believe is the most intense organsm you’ve ever experienced.

You grip the wrist of the hand that's stimulating your clit, and you reach back to tangle your fingers in his hair as you attempt to push back onto him, while seeking the pleasure his finger is offering. "Too much!" you moan, but you don't stop as the intense pleasure walks the fine line between pleasure and pain and your were so hellbent on reaching.

"I don't believe it's enough," Sebastian responds nonchalantly, releasing his hand from your hair and snaking it around your neck. He tightens his grip, slowly reducing your airflow just enough to make you feel light-headed and compliant. Your mouth hangs open in silent whimpers as he continues to fuck you harder.

Your slick pussy trickles down your thigh, staining his pants in the process. It's messy and loud, the sounds resonating in the room, causing your face to flush with embarrassment, but this only further fuels Sebastian. "If you would have just behaved yourself, you’d have gotten what you wanted eventually," he declares, “Look at what you’re causing me to do.”

He emphasizes his point by pulling back to the tip and ramming his cock back inside. You felt it, your pussy twitching with tightness but you were on the verge of passing out to react anymore than that. “I said… look.”

He grips your face firmly and guides your head down to witness the mess between your thighs. Your legs are noticeably shaking, and your stomach tenses as the sight makes you shudder. Before you know it, the tightness breaks, and a flood of pleasure washes over you. The sensation is both painful and pleasurable, as if you've just released a shameful burden from your chest.

Together, you both witness your body gushing around his cock as he continues to move, allowing you to ride out your orgasm. You come uncontrollably, the evidence splattering everywhere within reach: the counter, the floor, his pants, running down your legs, and even staining your poor dress.

“Holy fuck, God—“ you sputter, body twitching in the aftermath, legs buckling underneath you as your numbing pulse starts to return to normal. You whimper, Sebastian still fucking into you, only slower, but after such an intense orgasm, you’ve gotten really sensitive.

"No," he starts, turning you to look at him, immediately noticing his eyes were pink and unlike before, blinking didn't make them disappear, "I'm simply one hell of a lover," he flashes you a smirk before capturing your lips and increasing his pace again. You moan against his mouth, your body writhing as he loops an arm around your midsection to keep you close.

"It hurts..." you manage to say before he captures your lips again to silence you, giving a few more thrusts before pausing, deeply buried inside you, as he releases his warm load, coating your quivering walls with his cum with a loud groan against your lips. The amount is surprisingly substantial, likely due to the past two weeks, and what it can't contain drips out around his cock.

A few minutes later, he pulls away from the kiss, releasing a small huff of air before opening his eyes, which are back to their normal color. "My apologies. I lost control in that last moment," he admits, watching as you return his gaze with a tired expression. And tired you probably are; in comparison, Sebastian appears unruffled, while you look like you've weathered a storm with strong winds.

"It's alright..." you mumble, your eyes slowly closing. "But you're buying me a new pair of underwear."

Sebastian smiles, withdrawing from you, adjusting your dress, and then cradling you gently in his arms, carrying you in a bridal style. "Of course. Let's get you cleaned up and give you some well-deserved rest. You look rather exhausted, my dear."

You can only manage a tired nod as your eyes close, and your mind briefly drifts back to the baking mix before sleep lulls you into a peaceful slumber.

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One Hell of a Love (Book 2) Chapter Eleven

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Eleven: One Hell of a Murder

Summary: In the aftermath of Sebastian's "death," more murder is discovered.

(Y/N) pretended to shudder in fear as Baldroy held them steady. Beside them, Finny and Mey-Rin cried, and the guests (excepting Phelps, but no one noticed that) looked on in horror at Sebastian’s “dead” body. So far, the acting had gone perfectly well. As long as (Y/N) continued to play the part of poor mourning maid, friend of the butler, everything would go well.

Ciel ran into the room, still in his nightclothes, standing beside Tanaka and Arthur. His eyes widened in similar panic as they landed on Sebastian, laying on his back in a pool of blood with a fire poker lodged in his chest. His acting was just as impressive as ever.

“Young Master!” cried Finny worriedly.

“Sebastian…?” Ciel paused before moving forward towards Sebastian.

Mey-Rin caught him. “No, stop! Young Master, you must not enter, not at all!”

“Let me go!” demanded Ciel.

“No, Young Master!” said Finny.

“Stay back!” Ciel pushed them away. “Don’t you dare order your master around!”

“Young Master…!” Tears streamed down Finny’s cheeks.

Ciel stood over Sebastian. “Sebastian, how much longer are you going to keep up this childish prank? Once again, I can’t imagine the floor makes for comfortable slumber.”

Ah, the part of the child in denial. Everyone will be too busy pitying him to question his performance, thought (Y/N).

“How much longer do you intend to feign sleep, hm?” said Ciel. “Can you not hear me? I’m telling you to get up.” He gritted his teeth and pulled the poker from Sebastian’s chest.

Ah, that’s got to be irritating. It always stings when it’s pulled out, thought (Y/N).

“Why you!” cried Ciel.

“My Lord!” warned Arthur.

“Sebastian!” Ciel grabbed the labels of Sebastian’s tailcoat. “You get up right now, you hear me?! I command you!” He slapped Sebastian when he didn’t move. “Did you fail to hear my command?! Who in the name of hell gave you permission to die?! I’ll never forgive you, Sebastian!” He raised his hand to hit Sebastian again. “Open your damn—!”

(Y/N) caught his arm. “Young Master. Please stop. We can’t take any more of this.” They pretended to sob, turning their face from Sebastian’s corpse. “It’s difficult enough…He’s already dead…”

Ciel pretended to tremble as he faced Sebastian. “Are you…really dead? Sebastian…You, my butler…You and you alone, who…who promised you would stay at my side until the very end—” He leaned over Sebastian body, and (Y/N) watched as he whispered a true order to Sebastian.

“The corpse will rot if we leave it here, so it would be a good idea to move it quickly,” said Grey coldly.

(Y/N) glanced at him, a slight coldness in their gaze. Sebastian may not be killable by something as simple as a human blade, but that didn’t mean they liked Grey trying to kill him. Unfortunately, Grey was the Queen’s butler, so for Sebastian and his Master’s sake, (Y/N) couldn’t retaliate. (If they could, (Y/N) would add Grey to the death toll at this banquet).

“…Yeah,” said Baldroy, nodding hesitantly.

“Come on, Young Master…” said Mey-Rin gently, pulling Ciel to his feet.

“No, let me go!” cried Ciel. “Don’t leave me behind, Sebastian! Sebastian! I command you! I command you…! I command you!”

Lau hummed as he watched the scene. “Committing this last murder would have been impossible for the confined Earl, hm?” The guests’ eyes turned to him, and Lau smirked. “This is all turning out to be very amusing indeed.”

(Y/N) quite agreed.

“Amusing?!” cried Grimsby. “Two people have been murdered in the space of one night!”

And Phelps is missing, noted (Y/N), but they would leave that to the humans.

“A-And he was killed in such a way…” Irene shivered as she stared at the bloodstained poker.

“Tell me about it. Runnin’ him through with a fireplace poker…was just too much…” agreed Baldroy.

(Y/N) turned into Mey-Rin, who comforted them during the reminder of what horrible sight they had walked in on.

Arthur examined the body. “There are signs of trauma to the head. He may have been struck from behind while stoking the fire.”

“And ‘cos that didn’t do him in, they finished him off with another blow to the chest, huh?” said Baldroy.

“Or maybe they didn’t wait to see if he was dead and instead attacked him twice in quick succession…” said Grey. “Rather than a single attack, two attacks would have been sure to kill him. How strange.”

You would know, thought (Y/N).

They rather liked the confusion on Grey’s face since it was clear that he had only attacked from the back with a hit to the head and a stab through the back, so he was confused about how Sebastian ended up with a stab to the chest. However…it also meant he would be suspicious. (Y/N) raised an eyebrow in clear view of Sebastian’s “vacant” eyes in a message to him saying: “You’ve really just made more problems for yourself, haven’t you?” Sebastian would have to run around quite a bit to deal with any of Grey’s suspicions (and (Y/N) would be probably dragged in, too).

Arthur paused beside the body and considered. “If he did not die from the blow to the back of his head, why did the murderer go to the trouble of stabbing him from the front?”

Because Sebastian was in a hurry and stabbed himself the wrong way, thought (Y/N).

“Yeah,” agreed Baldroy. “Normally you’d attack from the same direction if you’re attackin’ twice.”

“Then maybe there are multiple perpetrators,” said Arthur. “For example, who spoke to him from the front to catch his attention while the second snuck up from behind and bludgeoned him in the head. Then the one in front delivered the finishing blow without pause.”

(Y/N) had quickly landed on him as the most sensible human present.

“In any case, it is a fact that I sense not a shred of mercy or hesitation,” said Lau. “The culprit or culprits managed to kill that butler, so they must be very—”

“Please just stop now!” Finny’s voice cut through the discussion. He held Ciel tightly. It was kind of adorable and brotherly. “How could you talk like that when the Young Master’s right here…! Please consider the Young Master’s feelings!”

“Finny!” admonished Mey-Rin. She bowed. “P-Please excuse our rudeness, please do! We’re all a bit shaken, we are!” (Y/N) shivered and nodded to add to the excuse.

“Well…He does have a point,” said Grey. “We can stand around the corpse bandying theories about all we like, but it won’t get us anywhere. So let’s first carry this to the cellar. The discussion of the murderer’s identity and the like can be continued afterward, perhaps over a meal or something.

Woodley blanched. “How could you take this so leisurely!”

“You’re right. No good will come of rushing things!” chirped Lau.

“That’s that, then,” said Grey, turning to leave. “We’ll leave you servants to handle the disposal of that thing.”

Sebastian was really lucky (Y/N) respected his instructions so much since they really wanted to stab Grey through the chest with his own sword for treating Sebastian like a troublesome object.

Grey glanced back over his shoulder. “Oh, and have breakfast ready for us as well, hm?”

(Y/N) straightened and bowed. “Yes, sir.” They would play the part Sebastian asked of them. At least the situation was entertaining. The guests nodded and walked out of the room, not wanting to remain in the room with the corpse any longer.

“(Y/N), are you sure you don’t want to rest? After that scare, you must be shaken, you must,” said Mey-Rin.

(Y/N) put on a soft, shaky smile. “Sebastian would want me to do my job, especially in his absence…And so I will.”

“Oh, (Y/N)…” Mey-Rin’s gaze softened. She knew Sebastian and (Y/N) were close, so she worried for how this would hit (Y/N).

“Do as they say,” said Ciel. “Take Sebastian to the cellar. I apologize for losing my composure.”

“Not at all!” cried Mey-Rin.

“Young Master…” Finny gazed at Ciel in worry.

“Tanaka,” said Ciel.

“Yes, sir,” said Tanaka, in his full form.

“Sebastian is dead. You are my butler from this day forth,” said Ciel. “I entrust you with the management of the manor and the supervision of the servants. And this pin too…” He held out the bloody pin from Sebastian’s uniform. “I return to your keeping.”

“The pin of the head butler…this does bring back memories,” said Tanaka. (Y/N) could see the ages of service to the Phantomhive estate in his eyes and knew he’d do his job admirably. “Will an old man like me be equal to the duties, I wonder?”

“You need only do it until a replacement arrives,” said Ciel.

“As you wish, sir,” said Tanaka. “I shall by all means accept it.” He pinned it to his lapel and straightened. The old man Tanaka was gone, and the butler had returned, ready to perform for the Phantomhive household with familiar skill. He clapped his hands and addressed the staff. “Then let us first prepare for the morning baths. Mey-Rin, please see to the hot water. Finny, Baldroy, once you have moved Sebastian, please carry hot water to the Young Master’s bathroom. (Y/N), please see to it the guests are taken care of during breakfast.”

“Yes, sir,” said all four.

Tanaka turned to Ciel. “Young Master, you will catch cold if you stay dressed like that.. Let us first see to getting you a change of clothing. The head of the Phantomhive family must not be shaken by the death of a mere servant. The previous master was never once seen to be losing his composure over such a trigle.”

“You are strict as usual, old man,” said Ciel with some fondness.

Tanaka smiled before facing Arthur, the only guests who had remained in the room. “Professor. I sincerely apologize that such events have taken—.”

“No, no,” said Arthur. “He is far more in need of you than I…Please stay with the Earl.”

“I am deeply touched by your concern,” said Tanaka. “Now then, let us go, Young Master. You must not keep your guests waiting.”

The storm raged outside as the guests sat at the breakfast table in a tense silence. (Y/N) was once again reminded of human’s ease at being distracted by observing that no one had noticed Phelps’s absence. (Y/N) had a suspicion that somehow he wouldn’t be making it to breakfast, and even though that would mean there was a mystery that Sebastian hadn’t anticipated, they would clear that up quickly if needed.

“It’s a great help that (Y/N) and Sebastian took care of the meals in advance,” said Ciel in a subdued tone.

“Smells yummy! Let’s eat!” said Grey happily, quickly digging in.

Grimsby looked at Irene in concern. “What’s wrong, Irene? You’ve barely touched your plate.”

“I’m sorry,” said Irene. “I don’t have much of an appetite.”

Grey paused. “Hey, if that food’s gonna go to waste, can I help myself to it?”

Irene picked up her plate. “Yes, here yo—”

“No, not yours,” said Grey. He pointed lazily with his fork. “But the one next to you.”

“Eh?” Irene glanced to her side in confusion. “Oh…you are right. There is an extra place here. Did the chef prepare one too many?”

“(Y/N) and Sebastian prepared breakfast,” said Ciel. He looked at (Y/N).

They straightened. “We ensure there was a plate for every guest, my Lord.”

“Eh? Then whose is it?” said Lau.

“Everyone is present and—oh!” exclaimed Irene. “Mr. Phelps is missing!”

It took them all long enough, thought (Y/N).

“You’re right. I failed to notice because he doesn’t have much of a presence,” chuckled Lau.

“Now that you mentioned it, I haven’t seen him all morning,” said Grimsby.

“It seems he’s really sleeping it!” said Woodley with a laugh.

Arthur stood up. “If I may!” He looked serious. “What do you say we go look in the Earl’s bedroom?” He was the only one who knew that after two deaths it was necessary to check on everyone’s wellbeing and not assume anything. Really, he was the only sensible one there.

Ciel stood. “I’ll show you the way.”

The solemn exchanged caught the rest of the party’s attention, and shivers ran down their spines. It was clear what Arthur was worried for.

The group ran through the halls of the manor until they came upon Ciel’s bedroom, which Phelps was sleeping in since Ciel and Arthur had stayed in his. Arthur banged on the doors.

“Mr. Phelps! Mr. Phelps! Please respond if you’re there!” he called. Nothing. He tried the door handle, but it was locked. “The lock, it’s—! My Lord, where is the key?”

“I don’t know,” admitted Ciel.

“Eh?!” exclaimed the group.

“Sebastian is the keeper of the key to my room, and only he knows where it’s stored,” said Ciel. “Now that he’s dead, even I couldn’t tell you where to find it.”

(Y/N) stepped forward. “Young Master, if I may, I can break the doors.”

“Move.” Grey acted before Ciel could give any directions. With a long swing of his sword, he cut through the doors. The pieces fell to the ground, and everyone stared at him as he held his breakfast plate in one hand with a bored expression. “Let’s take care of this quick, okay? I haven’t had my dessert yet.”

“Mr. Phelps!” called Arthur as he led the group into the room.

They turned into the bedroom of Ciel’s quarters. Arthur’s eyes widened. Irene let out a horrified gasp. Woodley and Grimsby grimaced and stepped back. Grey’s eyes were wide. The servants let out a breath.

Phelps lay on the ground, clutching the carpet with foam on his lips, his face one of struggle and pain.

He was dead.

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow behind the group. Their nose twitched. Now this was an unanticipated development.

“How?” said Ciel.

Arthur knelt by the body, getting to work. “Quite some time has passed since rigor mortis set it.”

“Are we all having a bad dream or something…?” murmured Grimsby.

“There is no external trauma as in the other two,” said Athur. His eyes narrowed as he found a mark on Phelps’s neck. “He has what appears to be puncture wounds in the neck! Perhaps he was injected with poison from a needle or the like.”

“A needle?” Ciel narrowed his eyes.

(Y/N) peered at the marks. Looks like snake bite to me. But far be it for me to ruin the mortals’ fun.

“Oh, I say! Lord Earl lives in the most wonderful room!” To the side, Lau and Ran-Mao were rummaging through Ciel’s closet.

“Don’t rummage around someone else’s quarters as you please!” said Ciel, an irk mark appearing.

Lau chuckled as he pulled out a Chinese dress. “You’ve held on to the dress I gave you! Have you worn it?”

“I most certainly have not!” cried Ciel indignantly. Lau had given him it after the undercover investigation during the Jack the Ripper case, and Ciel hadn’t been able to live it down, yet.

Arthur continued and regained the focus of the group. “The marks could also be said to resemble the tooth marks of some beast or other.”

(Y/N) nodded in agreement.

“Bite marks on the neck…Brings to mind Carmilla, doesn’t it?” murmured Irene.

“By that are you referring to Le Fanu’s vampiric Carmilla?” said Ciel.

(Y/N) clicked their tongue. Vampires. Terrible little creatures.

“Yes, are you familiar with it?” said Irene.

Woodley scoffed. “So you’re saying he was killed by a vampire?! Preposterous!”

Woodley was correct in that regard. With two demons in the household, a vampire wouldn’t dare approach the manor.

“Such occult and unscientific occurrences have no place in the nineteenth century!” continued Woodley.

There he was not correct.

“2:38 am,” said Arthur, gazing at the broken clock that had been knocked from the side table of Ciel’s bed.

“That would be the clock I kept at my bedside,” confirmed Ciel.

“He likely dropped it amidst his throes of agony. It’s broken,” said Arthur.

“Which would mean that Mr. Phelps died around 2:38?” said Ciel.

“Yes,” said Arthur.

“Say!” chirped Lau from in Ciel’s bathroom, still going through his things. “Instead of standing here holding court, why don’t we go sit down and think the situation through? Over a nice cup of tea, perhaps?

“…Quite right,” said Ciel. “Tanaka, show our guests to the drawing room. (Y/N), prepare the tea.”

“Yes, my Lord,” said (Y/N).

“Very good, sir,” said Tanaka.

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so-bitya · 18 days ago

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In Goethe's Faust, which is one of the more influential versions of the story, Faust dies at the end, but rather than get damned to hell for his deal with the devil, he is allowed to go to heaven thanks to his love interest's prayers and God taking pity on him, so I am hoping Yana takes cues bc Ciel dying yet Sebastian still not getting to have even a bite would be extremely funny

Sebastian throwing his back out just to fulfill the contract, finally about to eat Ciel's soul only for God give Ciel a pity pass to heaven would be the ultimate troll towards Sebastian which makes this the best ending ever. praying it becomes canon 🤞🏽

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k-s-morgan · 11 months ago

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Undertaker,

Considering the nature of our cooperation, I thought you might be interested in getting payment for your future services in advance. I will be hosting a game in my manor that I am sure you will find greatly entertaining. Even better, you will have a chance to participate in it personally.

My servant will disclose the remaining details.

Regards,

C. P.

***

Lau,

I demand your presence at my manor for the next week. Take Ran Mao with you, I will make the arrangements. Your last attempt at being useful was pitiful at best, so this is your chance to remind me of why I chose you as my contact.

A game with multiple participants will take place. Your task will be to assume one of the roles and to dedicate yourself to it wholeheartedly. Ran Mao will receive hers as well.

My servant will elaborate on the details.

Regards.

***

Dear Lord Randall,

I am most pleased to inform you that my injuries are healing well. My butler was deeply aggrieved at the fact of their presence and the circumstances in which I sustained them, but with some effort, I convinced him to let this matter be.

I am certain you are anxious to find a way to make amends for this unfortunate incident. Worry not, I have discovered a solution that is sure to satisfy everyone! I will be hosting a secret game in my manor, a masquerade of a sort. You will receive a role that you will have to perform for the duration of your stay with us. My servant — the other one, so don’t worry — will explain everything in more detail.

I eagerly await your visit. I’m aware of the difficulties you might face in having to change your accommodations so abruptly, so you are more than welcome to take your daughter with you. I am certain I will be able to find a suitable place for her.

If you need any other assistance, please let me know.

Yours heartily and affectionately,

Earl Ciel Phantomhive,

Her Majesty’s most loyal servant

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An Unexpected Engagement Pt. 4

An Honorable Duel

Josephine Masterpost First: Terrible News Previous: About Lord Otranto

After the PC completes the war table mission “Challenge Josephine's Fiancé to a Duel,” an envoy arrives at Skyhold.

Messenger: Your Worship. May I deliver a message from Lord Adorno Ciel Otranto of Antiva? His lordship accepts your request for a duel for the affection of Lady Montilyet. He awaits your please in Val Royeaux.

Dialogue options:

General: Convey my thanks. [1]

General: That was easy enough. [2]

General: He’s going to be awaiting my fist. [3]

1 - General: Convey my thanks. PC: Tell Lord Otranto I look forward to settling this honorably. At once, Inquisitor. [4]

2 - General: That was easy enough. PC: No protests? No outrage that I’m trying to steal Josephine from him? Quite the contrary, Inquisitor. Lord Otranto is greatly looking forward to his first duel of the month. May you enjoy safe passage to Val Royeaux, Your Worship. [4]

3 - General: He’s going to be awaiting my fist. PC: Your master had better bring a first-rate healer with him. The Otrantos do not fear a fair fight, but I will convey your… advice. Good day to you. [4]

4 - Scene continues.

The PC travels to Val Royeaux.

Otranto: I am Lord Otranto of Antiva, rightfully betrothed of Lady Josephine Montilyet.

Otranto bows slightly before taking a pair of swords from some nearby guards. He throws one to the PC.

Otranto: Songs of your exploits have spread to my city, Inquisitor. It’s humbling to make your acquaintance.

The begin to circle each other.

Otranto: It is a pity it will not last longer. Before we duel, I trust you find the weapon to your satisfaction?

Dialogue options:

Investigate: What about my own weapons? [5]

General: Rapiers will do. [6]

General: If you must. [7]

General: Let’s get to it. [8]

5 - Investigate: What about my own weapons? PC: Am I not allowed to pick my means of defense?

Mage PC Otranto: Hah! Aside from the fact that your mage fire may put me at a disadvantage?

Otranto: I am the wounded party in this duel. Tradition dictates that I select our weapons. Of course, if you fear you might be clumsy with such a refined instrument, there is no shame in a forfeit.

Dialogue options:

General: Rapiers will do. [6]

General: If you must. [7]

General: No way. [9]

6 - General: Rapiers will do. PC: I trust you’ve made this a fair fight, Lord Otranto. Otranto: Upon my honor. Shall we begin? [10]

7 - General: If you must. PC: Rapiers will do, if you’re out of your depth with a more substantial weapon. Otranto: (Laughs.) Very good! Let us begin. [10]

8 - General: Let’s get to it. PC: Absolutely. Otranto: Then let us begin. [10]

9 - General: No way. PC: Not on your life. Otranto: Then let us begin. [10]

10 - Scene continues.

They begin to fight.

Otranto: An admirable start, Inquisitor!

Otranto (dwarf PC): And I was worried a civilized weapon might puzzle you, [Lady/Lord] Cadash! Otranto (Dalish PC): I assume your elven clan stumbled upon a practice sword one day in the woods. Otranto (Qunari PC): Perhaps not all Qunari are the simple peasants rumors paint them to be. Otranto (human PC): Perhaps House Trevelyan isn’t the obscure backwater I’ve heard it to be.

Otranto: I’m glad Lady Montilyet isn’t here, exquisite as I’ve heard her appearance to be.

He moves in on the PC.

Otranto: Cutting you down in front of Josephine would’ve given a poor first impression of House Otranto to my bride.

Dialogue options:

Underworld: You’re a family of backstabbers. [11]

General: She doesn’t want to marry you. [12]

General: I’ll tell her about you once I win. [13]

General: Stay away from her! [14]

11 - Underworld: You’re a family of backstabbers. PC: Strange. I would think the Otrantos already have enough blood on their hands after cheating the Terrazas. Otranto: Who told you— The PC shoves him back. Otranto: You dare to bring up that slander here? Otranto angrily goes at the PC again, and the PC slashes him across the arm. Otranto: Inquisitor, I will personally— [15]

12 - General: She doesn’t want to marry you. PC: Josephine doesn’t want this engagement. Call it off. Otranto shoves the PC back Otranto: To what purpose? You can’t think I’d— [15]

13 - General: I’ll tell her about you once I win. PC: Don’t worry. I’ll be sure to tell Josephine you fought bravely. Otranto shoves the PC back Otranto: I admire your fearlessness, but you cannot hope— [15]

14 - General: Stay away from her! PC: You won’t so much as touch her! Otranto shoves the PC back Otranto: Neither will you, Inquisitor, unless you— [15]

15 - Scene continues.

Josephine: Stop!

The PC and Otranto look over.

PC: Josephine!

Otranto: Lady Montilyet! What a pleasure to—

Josephine walks past him to the PC.

Josephine: What are you doing?

Dialogue options:

General: Trying to help your family. [16]

General: I can explain. [17]

General: Dueling him for you. [18]

16 - General: Trying to help your family. PC: If I duel Otranto to stop your betrothal, any dishonor falls on me—not your family. Josephine: I would’ve found a way around it! [19]

17 - General: I can explain. PC: Lord Otranto and I are settling our differences about your betrothal…? Josephine: That’s not your decision! [19]

18 - General: Dueling him for you. PC: Josephine, I can’t take the chance that you might have to marry him! Josephine: That’s not your decision! [19]

19 - Scene continues.

Josephine: The Inquisition needs you. I need you! Yet you threw yourself into danger! Why do this? Why risk everything we’ve built? Why risk your life?

Dialogue options:

End romance: You’re right. This was a mistake. (Break off your romantic relationship with Josephine.) [20]

Flirt: Out of love! (Continue your romantic relationship with Josephine.) [21]

20 - End romance: You’re right. This was a mistake. PC: Apparently I didn’t think this through.

Josephine: Apparently not. Since we can’t see each other until the betrothal is annulled… we’d best end things on a more permanent basis.

Otranto: If you are no longer spoken for, Lady Montilyet, why abandon our engagement?

PC: You think she’ll marry you?

Otranto: Yes—will you marry me?

Otranto drops to one knee.

Josephine: I’m not marrying either of you!

She storms away.

Otranto: Well. That appears to be the end of that. A draw, then?

Dialogue options:

General: Agreed. [22]

General: Why make the day worse? [23]

General: Absolutely not! [24]

22 - General: Agreed. PC: There’s no point in fighting over something already decided. Otranto: This was not how I envisioned the proceedings, either. At any rate, I believe the Otrantos will reconsider my engagement to Lady Josephine. Unless… do you know if she has a sister, perhaps? The PC throws their sword down and walks away. Scene ends. ㅤㅤ ㅤ 23 - General: Why make the day worse? PC: A draw. I see no reason to make an even larger fool of myself today. Otranto: This was not how I envisioned the proceedings, either. At any rate, I believe the Otrantos will reconsider my engagement to Lady Josephine. Unless… do you know if she has a sister, perhaps? The PC throws their sword down and walks away. Scene ends. ㅤㅤ ㅤ 24 - General: Absolutely not! PC: I will have satisfaction, Otranto, one way or another! Otranto: Ha! Let no fight go unfinished then, Inquisitor? Well, then: have at you! They continue the duel. Scene ends.

21 - Flirt: Out of love! PC: Because I love you!

Josephine: You… you do?

Otranto: [They do?]

The PC throws down their sword.

Dialogue options:

General: Of course I do. PC: Yes, Josephine. I love you so much. ㅤㅤ ㅤ

General: Apparently I do. PC: I wasn’t quite sure until I said it, but… yes. Yes, I love you. ㅤㅤ ㅤ

General: You heard me. PC: And I mean it. Every word.

Josephine: I love you, too.

The PC spins Josephine in the air and they kiss.

Otranto: Well-fought.

Josephine: Lord Otranto—

Otranto: I’d assumed your liaison with the Inquisitor was an affair of passion or convenience, Lady Montilyet.

Otranto sheathes his sword.

Otranto: But I’m not fool enough to stand in the way of true affection. The Otrantos regretfully withdraw the terms of our betrothal.

Josephine: Thank you.

Otranto: Do not thank me. I know when I’m outmatched.

He bows and leaves.

Dialogue options:

General: I should have mentioned the duel. [25]

General: That ended incredibly well. [26]

General: This is wonderful. [27]

25 - General: I should have mentioned the duel. PC: I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about arranging the duel. Josephine: Given that you’re in one piece, body and dignity, I forgive you. [28]

26 - General: That ended incredibly well. PC: I can’t imagine a better ending. But wouldn’t you be impressed by a dueling scar? Josephine: My dearest [lord/lady], I love you precisely the way you are. [28]

27 - General: This is wonderful. PC: Josephine, I’ve never been happier in my life. Josephine: We’re tempting fate with such talk. But neither have I. [28]

28 - Scene continues.

Josephine: Just do kiss me again.

They kiss.

Scene ends.

Next: After the Excitement

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ur-moms-girlfriends-art · 3 months ago

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Is the black butler fandom still alive? Can I find other Alois apologists?

he deserved better

Anyways the vaguely androgynous looking twink butler is my new oc (I say new I’ve had them since I was twelve, I just gave them a revamp.) Their name is Belial Morningstar (But Alois just calls them Lial, as a term of endearment.) and basically when Claude runs away to eat Ciel’s soul Belial steps in and saves Alois, taking pity on him. Alois thinks they have a real contract, while in reality Belial could care less for the souls of humans, in reality doing Alois’s bidding out of fondness for humans and Alois in general.

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animeyanderelover · 1 year ago

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how would sebastian, ash, karl, yui, kaneki, obito react with a s/o goddess?I'll wait as long as it takes for this reaction 🥰

Stay tuned because I'll announce when I'm going to open my requests again either today or tomorrow.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusion, clinginess, manipulation, worshipping, mentions of suicide

Goddess s/o

Obito Uchiha

🔥Obito isn't someone who is religious, if there is a presence like god after all, why did they let Rin die, someone who was innocent and good? He doesn't believe in a higher being that will listen to your wishes if you pray and believe so the very first emotion he might just feel when discovering a real goddess is anger and pain. So much pain. Feelings he has stuffed down for years break out of him as he lashes out on you, wrath and sadness tearing his heart apart. Why didn't you do anything back then? You're clearly shocked by his reaction although instead of anger towards him your heart goes out for him as you pity him, sense in how much pain he is despite all the crimes he has committed. You end up comforting him and to his own surprise he lets you, your very presence warm and soothing as he can't bring himself to push you away. He blames your godly powers for this as he allows you to stroke him gently and whisper sweet words to him, every gesture causing his heart to speed up.

🔥 You end up staying with Obito, be it out of guilt or because you secretly seek out his company too since he has already seen you. In either case, you only make Obito worse as your intention to help him backfires, only in your eyes though. Because in Obito's opinion you definitely help him as your touches and your voice are mending his broken heart and slow down all the racing thoughts inside of his head. You can't possibly be responsible for all the horrible things that happen on earth, you're too kind and pure for that is what he genuinely starts believing after a while, his obsession cleansing out all previously bad images he had of you. He worships you, fitting since you're a literal goddess, might even build you a shrine when he finds out that it's a big honor for any god or goddess to have a shrine build for them, especially since it would be your first shrine since you're still quite unknown among humans. Being the first one to build you a shrine would be a big honor.

🔥 There's something so utterly intimate as he's the first follower you've had in years as you're often ignored in favor of other well-known divine beings who have established themselves among humans. In Obito's opinion there's nothing wrong with that though. He has you all for himself and you don't need anyone besides him, your most loyal and possessive worshipper. Humans would just turn their back on you as soon as something bad happens, he would never do that. The situation grows visibly worse with time because he flips out as soon as he can't find you near the shrine and has a meltdown. You've become a need for him, he can't properly function without your embrace and your calming aura anymore. He needs to be with you. There is even a change of plans now that you have entered his life as he strives to create a world perfect for you, where you don't have to hide and be forgotten in favor of gods who do absolutely nothing for humans. A world for you and him as he will never let you leave his side.

Sebastian Michaelis

🐈‍⬛ Perhaps it's the first time Ciel catches his butler being the closest thing to being alarmed when he senses you long before he sees you, such a powerful and strong presence that manages to even catch him off-guard. He immediately knows what you are as it feels like his very own essence is being pricked, a testament to your own powers. Angels are seen as pure, gods on the other hand don't have to be innocent as he has witnessed them just seeing themselves above every other creature whilst humans foolishly pray for them, naive about the fact that only few actually care. What he is is no secret to you either as you meet his eyes curiously, not faced nor afraid of the demon there. There is a strange and foreign feeling sweeling up like a bubble inside of his chest when piercing red eyes drill themselves into your own shining ones and his composure sways when he gets a whiff of your scent and his pupils turn to slits and his orbs turn magenta.

🐈‍⬛ Sightings of gods among humans and other creatures is fairly rare as they prefer to stay with their own kind, viewing the earth as not worthy. So there is only little information which makes the reveal of your magnificent scent and the discovery of his mate shocking for the demon whilst you only rise your eyebrow intrigued. He doesn't show it on the outside as he goes on as usual with his day as a butler yet on the inside his thoughts and feelings resemble a storm more than anything. Sebastian has never expected to find a mate in a literal goddess and the very idea of a being from heaven and a being from hell indulging in a romantic relationship would make anyone shudder with the sheer wrongness of it. Luckily for Sebastian though, demons are known for their bad reputation of enjoying the sin and the thought only tickles excitement out of him. It's the very wrongness that makes it all the more interesting and thrilling after all. Let's see what you're made of.

🐈‍⬛ Sebastian entertains you, delighted to find out that you actually plan to stay in London for a while and he quickly figures out your motive. You're incredibly bored with your life in heaven. Luckily for you, the demon butler knows how to entertain and keep you on your toes as he ensures that you won't grow bored of him. The very fact that he is a being known as your kind's nemesis makes it all the sinfully sweeter for you and Sebastian is fully aware of that. It flatters him, your fascination with him as you've never seen a demon before in your life and you silently have to admit that he's far more interesting and enjoyable than most of your kind who have just sort of settled down comfortably in their reputation and power and have all become boring. Sebastian likes to tease you about your clear liking you eventually take to him and how your kind would surely abandon you if they would ever find out. Don't delude yourself into thinking that he cares though, he knows fully well that if he taints you, you'll have no place in heaven anymore and no choice but to stay with him.

Ash Landers

▫️ Angels are in general known to be the common company and loyal messengers of gods yet Ash hasn't seen a god for a long time now since he's been banished from heaven due to his fanatic ideas. Despite this betrayal he has no ill will against you when you two meet by sheer accident. He instantly senses what you are and so do you and even if you quickly turn around and try to lose him, Ash is hot on your trails, entranced with you. He catches you eventually in a lonely street where no one is and instantly goes down on his knees, violet eyes brimming with unshed tears and hands clasped together in front of him, staring up at you with unbridled reverence. A goddess right in front of his eyes! What honor! What beauty you possess, shining so brightly among all the pest that surrounds you. Tell him though, what brings you to earth, a place so unfitting for someone as divine as you. He can't let you go on without any protection. Let him escort you.

▫️ He quickly arranges a place for you to stay with the help of the Queen as he uses her to give you an accommodation, unworthy for you yet the best he can provide you with. Whilst you don't mind, the angel apologizes profusely, ashamed to disgrace you with such a simple and plain house. You didn't expect to find a fallen angel on your way down to earth as you've left heaven for the time to simply enjoy time for yourself, free to roam as you're one of the more powerful among your kind. Most would kick someone like Ash away as he no longer belongs to the divine realm yet you find him very fascinating and stay with him for that reason, in a way he's very adorable. Something about the way he worships you, builds you eagerly a shrine only to break down and lament about the fact that it doesn't do you justice flatters you. Ash is quick to obsess over you, how couldn't he when you're a literal goddess, someone he's meant to serve and protect.

▫️ You can be very reassured that this angel will only worship and serve you though as Ash is dedicated and beyond loyal, something you appreciate a lot. He clearly is a very fanatic individual but that's what makes him all the more interesting in your eyes. You allow him to go on with his goals although you don't actively support and help him, not that he would let you. His goal, to purify London, becomes suddenly his sick present of love and adoration for you, to show you his loyalty. Humans don't know how to worship you, casually walking next to you on the streets instead of going down on all fours and being grateful for breathing the same air as you do. You like to reward him with bits of affection from your side, feel a growing fondness for this twisted yet beautiful angel who belongs solely to you. This angel is your dedicated servant who would gladly venture to hell if you'd ask him to do so, who would rip out his own heart and serve it on a silver plate for you if you'd ask it of him. This angel will burn down the entire world for you.

Yui Komori

💎 Yui is rather religious and believes in a god so she'd be pretty overwhelmed when she is actually standing face to face with a real goddess. So much so that she is at a loss for words and doesn't know what to do which leaves her just gawking at you for a few moments, her eyes shimmering with amazement and awe. Yui is only human as she has learnt that there exist other creatures like vampires and demons in this world so she has already started feeling more tiny. Next to an actual goddess she feels insignificant though, although she does not fear you like she fears vampires who want to suck her blood. In fact she starts praying actively to you from that day on in hopes that you listen to her prayers and that she might be able to see you again. Knowing that you exists gives her hope and courage and that is what keeps her motivated and helps her to get over her past and the painful memories she has made. There's a fear of being abandoned by you though.

💎 This fear of being abandoned grows if she doesn't see you for a longer period of time, although she tries to soothe herself by repeatedly telling herself that you probably have other things to attend to. You're a goddess after all, you must be busy with a lot of different things. The loneliness and despair only grows with each day though yet she continues her prayers, even if she feels like bursting out in tears. You're her only ray of light, she doesn't have anyone besides you. So when you show yourself to her again, she's very emotional about it and can't hold back her tears. She would die to have you spend more time with her yet she never speaks up as she's terrified that she might anger you, feels insecure next to someone as great as you are. Her longing is very obvious for your sharp eyes though, if her anxious glances to see if you're still there and the way she follows you like a puppy aren't enough of an indicator, your own powers would let you definitely know.

💎 You'll have to initiate anything as Yui is far too insecure and dazzled to ever speak up about her hidden wishes, too ashamed that she secretly wants the love of a goddess. There's a strong feeling of safety and protection that she associates with you as you're constantly surrounded by a warmth, proof that you're not from this world. Yui could get lost in this warmth which lulls her gently into a sense of comfort, a feeling of home which she longs for every moment. She is quick to grow very clingy around you, although there is still a lingering feeling of insecurity that is covering her like a drape as she still can't shake off the feeling of not being worthy of you. Yui just feels like she could never repay what you give to her everyday. How could she when she's a mere human whilst you're a goddess? She feels like she has to prove herself and it's that fear of not being able to return your love and kindness that sometimes causes her to push herself too far as she sacrifices her own health at times. Luckily you're there to stop her in time.

Karlheinz

🍷 Now this is certainly intriguing for the king of vampires, the one hailed as the strongest man on this earth. The race of gods and goddesses is one not commonly known to mingle in the world of humans, much less in his world so discovering one of your kind in the city where he lives under the disguise of a famous politician and philantrophist is a surprise, but a much welcoming one. Your scent alone already tells him that you're nothing ordinary yet you have hidden your true identity well but that much can be said about him too. You instantly sense that he is no normal human either yet you can't pinpoint just what exactly he is. Both of you only know that you are no mortals. You're slightly terrified since your deepest gut feeling tells you that Karlheinz is not someone you should spend time with yet the Sakamaki thinks differently, fascinated with you. You're definitely not a species he has met before in his life which is pretty impressive considering just how long he has lived already.

🍷 Karlheinz is still being a tad bit careful around you, mainly because he doesn't wish to frighten you but also because as long as he isn't sure just what exactly you are, he thinks he shouldn't be too relaxed even if he is the strongest of his kind and possesses the most powerful magic. You can use strong magic too but you aren't entirely sure if you can match the mysterious man in front of you, the one who often coaxes you into spending time with him and who seems to want to get to know you better. You'd like to reject him but a weird curiosity keeps you from leaving as you're flattered by the undeniably charming man. It's only a question of time until both of you find out the truth about each other and to say that Karlheinz is enthralled when he figures out that he has a real goddess right in front of him is a bit of an understatement, even if he masterfully conceals all his emotions. Your kind is so rare nowadays since they very rarely enjoy leaving their own kind. You're a bit different than most of your kind.

🍷 You probably figure out what Karlheinz is around the same time as he does and you aren't as thrilled as the king is. Vampires and demons have always been sort of enemies of your kind since your kind was seen as ruler and savior of humans and their kind always as the chaotic and sadistic evil. Your gut feeling insists strongly to not meet the man again and so you trust your instinct and hide yourself, hoping that the man will not search for you. Your hopes are futile though as the vampire king very quickly realizes that you must have figured him out and fled the scene but dearest, this won't be as easy as you might think. Whether you intended to or not, you've caught the interest as much as his heart during the time you two have spent together, tip-toeing around each other. Keeping a wonderful goddess by his side sounds wonderful and he doesn't care what he has to do to get his hands on you. Just wait, he'll show you that you only need one man to truly please and worship you instead of the cult of useless followers you may have at the moment.

Ken Kaneki

🔲 Kaneki has already given up on everything and everyone after Jason has brutally torn his body and mind alike apart, he has no reason to believe in some divine people. You're a goddess that just happens to currently reside in Tokyo when you meet Kaneki and sense how broken he is and your first instinct is helping him and his wounded soul, something you often do. You decide to keep your identity a secret though as you're sure he would only resent you if he would find out what you are because you weren't there for him when he would have needed it the most. Instead you disguise yourself as a normal human who just happens to hang out with him a lot and give him something he secretly longs for but doesn't think he will get now. Genuine kindness and understanding, someone who listens to him without any bias. Kaneki, initially hesitant about you who so suddenly entered his life, quickly grows addicted to you, your voice, your scent, everything. You're like glue that keeps the last pieces of his sanity together.

🔲 You only wanted to help but instead it seems like you've worsened the situation as you soon realize that Kaneki has gained a very unhealthy obsession. He's clinging to you desperately all the time and panics as soon as you leave him, begging you to stay with him. You decide to distance yourself for a while from him and just disappear like this over night and no matter how much Kaneki might search for you, he's unable to find you. You on the other hand always know where he is which is why you rush to him as soon as you witness how he starts attacking other ghouls as he believes that they might have killed you and eaten you. You won't let him kill someone who is innocent of the crime he blames them and that's the first time you appear in your true form in order to stop him in his kaguja form as he has lost all sense of reasoning and rational thinking. With your powers it's easy to stop him and he only looks at you in shock and reverence before you touch his forehead and he loses his consciousness.

🔲 When he wakes up in his apartment, he's all alone as you aren't with him but he still remembers very clearly what he has seen. You, surrounded by a white shimmer of light who easily overpowered and calmed him even whilst his kaguja was activated, something he still struggles to controll. It's clear that you are no human to him but you definitely aren't a ghoul either. Kaneki has been a big bookworm before his date with Rize though so he recalls the tales of gods and goddesses and when he considers it, it makes much sense. At least to him as you have always been something divine in his eyes. On that day, he truly tumbles down the rabbit hole of obsession as he finally knows what you really are. The thought of you never wanting to see him again because you might view him as evil terrifies him to no end and he prays feverishly every day and every night for you, even builds you a shrine. If you never show yourself though, Kaneki will attempt suicide because a life without you is no life at all. It's at that point that you return, unable to let him do what he attempts to do in order to see you again.

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