#i keep wanting to write a kuroshitsuji au but i'm a coward

[svt-writers-club]

Happy Halloween!!! no one has requested this au except me and i think that’s very sexy of me, as well as returning from a hiatus. all i can say is it has been a trying year and only getting more trying, but i’m pulling through.

i hope you guys are finding the little things to pull you through too! i know i’ve found mine in svt uwu

- I’ll Be Your Host has a halloween party.

Seungkwan suggests Seokmin as a sexy bunny. Seungkwan is no longer allowed to offer suggestions.

“Come on,” Seungkwan groans, sprawled along Seokmin’s unmade bed. “Maybe if you show up in a skimpy outfit, you’ll get Seungcheol hyung’s attention!”

“I don’t want hyung’s attention,” Seokmin squeaks unconvincingly. He can feel his cheeks heat up and he’s flapping his hands awkwardly.

Seungkwan shoots him a scathing look. Yeah, maybe Seokmin deserves that, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to dress up as some sort of playboy bunny just to get his crush’s attention.

He can do better than that.

- Seokmin ends up going as Ciel from Kuroshitsuji. It takes him a week to find somewhere that does Victorian-era clothes like the anime and another week to find the cane and the eye patch, but he just barely manages it.

The garters sit a little funny on his calves and the heels are a little too high, but he thinks he pulls it off pretty well. He even got the right contacts; one bright blue contact and another violet one with the Faustian mark on it that he got at a discounted price. Seokmin never thought he could pull off anime Victorian preteen as well as this. He even bullies Mingyu into dyeing his hair a dark blue that shows up in bright lights – exactly like an anime protagonist (or Sasuke, as Seungkwan gleefully tells him).

- Seokmin shows up to I’ll Be Your Host and is, naturally, greeted by Seungcheol.

It takes a while for Seokmin to figure out what the elder’s costume is. Seungcheol’s dark hair is slicked back, showing off his forehead. He has a tuxedo on, well-tailored and sculpting all his sharp angles and soft curves. (No, what do you mean Seokmin was staring at his ass? He wasn’t staring at Seungcheol’s ass at all, even though it was right in front of his eyes and damn, his slacks are tight in all the right places.) The double-breasted tuxedo jacket stretches across Seungcheol’s wide chest, with gleaming buttons and a singular chain across the pocket. The small pin on his lapel and white gloves tops off his entire costume.

When Seungcheol notices Seokmin, his eyes light up. Then, his lips curve into a smirk.

“Young master,” Seungcheol says in his deep baritone, sweeping into a low bow. He glances up at Seokmin through his lashes, his red contacts sending something hot through Seokmin’s veins.

“Sebastian,” Seokmin says imperiously, before cracking into a grin. “You look really good, hyung!”

Seungcheol breaks character as well, straightening and giving Seokmin a once-over. (Seokmin is probably imagining the way Seungcheol’s gaze lingers at his thighs.) There’s something about the red eyes and bright grin that is so jarring and attractive.

“You too... young master,” Seungcheol says with a wink.

Seokmin affects a haughty look. “Be good, Sebastian.”

“I can’t help it, my lord.” Seungcheol’s crimson eyes twinkling under the fluorescent lights as he leans closer, like he’s sharing a secret. Seokmin’s knees definitely don’t go a little weak. “I’m one hell of a butler.”

Seokmin swears his heart stops for a little bit when Seungcheol smirks and licks his lips.

Seungkwan groans, dragging Seokmin away. “God,” he groans, “do your weird master/slave kink on your own time.”

“It’s master/butler,” Seokmin protests reflexively, then flushes. “And it’s not a kink. Ciel is twelve!”

“Thirteen, in the manga,” Mingyu interjects unhelpfully, appearing in his Dracula get up. He looks between Seokmin and Seungcheol with a sly grin. “Oh, hey! Couple costume, huh?”

“We didn’t plan it,” Seokmin says hastily. His cheeks still burn and he wants to bury himself in the ground, except he can’t stare at Seungcheol’s ass in those slacks through the dirt. Ugh, living is such a chore.

- Seungcheol can’t stop staring.

Seokmin looks good, not to mention the fact that he just happens to be the Ciel to Seungcheol’s Sebastian. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say it’s something like fate or destiny, and definitely not any stalking on Seungcheol’s part.

(The stalking was actually on Jihoon’s part – and definitely not at Seungcheol’s behest. Not at all.)

Seungcheol is really doing his best to be a good host. He’s perfected the Sebastian smile, with help from Jihoon and a lot of watching the anime. He places a hand on his left shoulder and bows and a lot of the customers swoon.

Except for Seokmin, of course. When they cross paths, it’s easy for them to slip into the roles they make themselves play, Seokmin’s face affecting a haughty expression as if he were better than Seungcheol. (Seungcheol doesn’t know which he prefers: the cool look he’s afforded when Seokmin is Ciel, or the warmth that bleeds onto his face when he turns back to Seokmin.)

- It was bound to happen. Of course it does. Seungcheol and Seokmin are just chatting, Seokmin with his eyepatch off because the contact lens is a little itchy and needs some air. It’s all for the aesthetics and Seungcheol can’t help but compliment the younger for his commitment to it. Seungcheol himself has a temporary tattoo of the Faustian contract inked onto the back of his left hand.

A nervous girl shuffles up to them, looking over her shoulder where she’s obviously egged on by her friends. She’s dressed as a witch, with a modest black dress and a lace shawl draped over her shoulders.

“Um!” she squeaks, looking between the two of them. “I! Don’t really do this! But! You guys have the best Ciel and Sebastian cosplay ever! Can I take a picture? Of the both of you together?”

Seungcheol raises an eyebrow. He’s pretty sure the girl is a regular, but the makeup and the big witch’s hat makes her name slip from his mind. Seokmin, on the other hand, looks more embarrassed than suspicious.

“Uh, sure,” Seokmin answers, glancing at Seungcheol with a nervous smile. “Is there any pose you want us to do?” Seokmin turns innocently widened eyes towards Seungcheol. “You don’t mind, do you, hyung?”

I won’t mind anything if you keep looking at me like that, Seungcheol almost says, but instead all he does is smile and shrug.

“I don’t mind,” Seungcheol answers instead.

(He really should’ve noticed the sly smirk on the girl’s black-tinted lips, as well as the apprehensive look Seokmin shoots her.)

- Seungcheol minds. Seungcheol minds this very much.

He wonders if his palm is sweating. That would be embarrassing, because he’s currently covering Seokmin’s right eye with it. He feels his heart beat in double time and he really hopes Seokmin can’t feel it. Then again, he probably can; Seokmin’s back is pressed to his front.

Seungcheol nearly curses when Seokmin swallows. He can feel the younger’s Adam’s apple bob against the crook of his elbow. Seungcheol really hates how intimate this pose is.

Citrus teases Seungcheol’s nose, barely hidden but the lingering ammonia from Seokmin’s dyed hair. Seokmin is warm against Seungcheol’s front, even though the younger has to stoop a little to make the pose the girl asked for. Seokmin’s palms are even warmer, spots of heat seeping through Seungcheol’s jacket.

Okay, so maybe he doesn’t hate the pose as much.

After what seems like too long and not long enough, the girl skips forward. She shows her phone screen. Seungcheol’s breath catches in his throat.

They’re a pretty handsome pair, he has to admit. (Jeonghan says he’s being narcissistic, but that’s rich coming from someone who calls himself an angel.) By the bar, they have impressive lighting that highlights the blue in Seokmin’s hair. Seokmin’s expression is half-lidded, grip limp around Seungcheol’s wrist. Seungcheol’s expression, on the other hand, looks positively predatory. The way he eyes Seokmin looks like he wants to eat him up.

“Wow,” Seokmin breathes, “you’re really good at faking expressions, hyung!”

Seungcheol blinks and wills a blush down. “Yes. Faking. Yeah, uh, that. I’m great.”

The girl looks amusedly between the two of them. Seungcheol’s pretty sure her gaze lingers.

“I’ll send you the picture tomorrow, Seokmin-ah,” she says sweetly with a friendly punch to his shoulder. “What are the odds you’d find the Sebastian to your Ciel, huh?”

Wait. Wait, wait, wait. This girl knows Seokmin?

This time, Seungcheol catches the mischievous glint in her eyes before they’re hidden under the brim of her hat once again. He distinctly feels like he’s been set up, but he can’t even feel that mad. He’ll be replaying having Seokmin pressed to his front over and over again for the next few weeks.

Seokmin beams. Seungcheol can’t be sure, but he thinks there’s the slightest hint of red across Seokmin’s cheekbones. “What are the odds?” he says cheerfully. Seungcheol tries not to look guilty. “I’ll see you in class on Monday!”

- Seokmin receives the picture.

He stares for ten minutes, unblinking.

Then he promptly puts it as his home screen wallpaper.

It’s just because they looked good in costume. Not because it’s Seungcheol. Or because he wishes Seungcheol would look at him like that all the time.

Not at all.