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One Hell of a Love (Book 3) Chapter Thirteen

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Thirteen: One Hell of an Incident

Summary: Sebastian and (Y/N) return to Phantomhive Manor.

Mouse Note: Just Sebastian and MC getting a moment to end this book(?). Well, maybe. I may include the next arc, whenever it comes out, in this book since it feels short, but, for now, until there's more details for when the next arc is coming out, this book shall remain paused here. I love the next arc, though, so I hope it comes soon!

In the end, after the incident in the tea garden and Weston College finished, Ciel told the Queen the truth. He gave her the whole account of what Derrick had done, what Agares had accepted, and what Redmond, Violet, Bluewer, and Greenhill had decided to do.

The punishment handed to them was expulsion—not imprisonment. It was not a show of mercy at all; it was to suppress the scandal involving Derrick Arden’s actions previous to his death and his blood relation to the Queen. The royal house wouldn’t want that truth of corruption to be exposed by a trial. To the P4, their expulsion from the very school they sought to protect was as terrible as imprisonment—rather, it was an expulsion from their Eden.

For the rest of the story given to the public, Derrick and his accomplice’s deaths were attributed to a boating accident, and the bodies were “lost”—buried in secret. The parties involved in the Midnight Tea Party were strictly forbidden from discussing the matter—and, indeed, how could they? Who would believe what they had seen? So, outside of the new P4’s subdued attitude, life at Weston College went on as normal.

As for the Queen, she had truly received the entire report of the situation. Ciel had been concerned she would not believe someone was trying to reanimate the dead, but she fortunately did. Furthermore, she requested him to keep an eye on the situation. Ciel didn’t need the order to do so. He wanted Undertaker’s plans, whatever they were, to be stopped.

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“You must be exhausted,” said Sebastian as Ciel entered the carriage and they headed back to Phantomhive Manor from their meeting with the Queen.

“Quite. I’d like to get home on the double and relax with some sweets,” said Ciel.

“We will prepare something as soon as we return,” said Sebastian.

“My lord, we also received a letter as we were about to leave this morning,” said (Y/N).

“Ah, yes.” Sebastian withdrew it from his jacket. “It should keep you busy until we reach the manor.”

Ciel glanced at it and saw the return address of Weston College and McMillan. He looked away. “I don’t want it. Throw it away.”

“Oh?” Sebastian quirked a brow in amusement. “You do not mind discarding a letter from your former schoolmate without so much as a glance?”

“I don’t mind.” Ciel looked out the window evenly. “I have no plans to return to that stuffy miniature garden.”

Sebastian smirked. “Is that so?”

“Very well, my lord,” said (Y/N). They were unsurprised by the development. Ciel preferred to keep people at arm’s distance, and, after seeing all the hero worship and strict near-brainwashing that tradition caused at Weston, he had no interest in associating further.

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“…”

Sebastian, (Y/N), and Ciel stared blankly at the lawn in front of Phantomhive Manor. It was covered in a flock of sheep. As usual, any time they were gone, something strange happened to the mansion.

“What the blazes is this?” said Ciel.

“Oh! Young Master! Mr. Sebastian! (Y/N)!” Finny grinned. “Welcome back!”

“Welcome back, says Emily,” said Snake.

“Old Man Sam’s farm fence seems to have collapsed,” explained Baldroy.

“Don’t eat my skirt, I say!”

“That chap’s headed for the herb garden, says Wilde,” said Snake.

“No, no!” Finny ran after the escaping sheep. “Wait!”

Ciel chuckled.

“Is something the matter?” said (Y/N).

“No, it’s nothing.” He watched Finny and Snake wrestle the sheep. “A lawn is simply a lawn.” It was nothing to be worshiped or avoided like at Weston. Ciel walked around the flock and waved a hand carelessly. “Tidy up quickly and prepare my afternoon tea.”

“Yes, my Lord.” (Y/N) and Sebastian bowed.

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Upon rounding up the sheep and repairing the fence (and admonishing the other servants for being unable to handle the situation), Sebastian and (Y/N) headed to the kitchen to make afternoon tea.

“Now, what shall we make today?” mused Sebastian, taking off his jacket.

“Hm, what would the Young Master be craving after being stuck at Weston College?” said (Y/N).

As they spoke, Sebastian pulled out the letter from McMillan. He pulled a knife and cut it open. Withdrawing the picture within, he raised a brow.

“It turned out quite nicely,” said (Y/N).

“Indeed,” said Sebastian, giving it to them. He picked up pots and pans to begin cooking.

(Y/N) crumbled the picture and tossed it into the flames of the stove.

“Time to bake the Young Master an extra sweet cake,” said Sebastian.

“I’ll grab the ingredients,” said (Y/N).

Weston College was behind them. The Phantomhive Manor would continue as usual.

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“Is the Young Master content to be home and ordering you around once again?” said (Y/N). They chuckled. “I imagine he wasn’t pleased with how eagerly you played housemaster and demanded his hard work in your classes.”

Sebastian tutted. “To be punished for instructing him properly, how rude.”

(Y/N) laughed. “Your poor thing.” They untied their apron and laid it down.

Sebastian smiled at their amusement and took off his jacket. “However, I am pleased to be out of that place. The humans there were so…compliant to the school.”

“Not enough troublemaking for you?” said (Y/N).

“There were a few who were unequivocally themselves, but, for the most part, they all fell in line with the ‘tradition’ of the school.” Sebastian rolled his eyes, and (Y/N) chuckled. “But you, my darling, what did you think of the experience?”

“I am glad to be gone for the same reasons as you,” said (Y/N). “I dislike how those in school who are different are encouraged to adhere to the standards of society instead of challenging it.”

“Like yourself?” said Sebastian.

(Y/N) grinned at him, catlike. “I have always broken society’s rules~”

“You certainly enjoyed playing a masculine role,” chuckled Sebastian, undoing his tie and approaching (Y/N).

“Well, I’ve been playing feminine for a while, so changing things up was fun,” said (Y/N). “I’m here for entertainment, after all.”

“It was entertaining for you, and it was enticing for me,” said Sebastian, his hands going to (Y/N)’s waist. “You are so captivating, Felis, no matter the masculine or feminine clothing you wear.” He adored seeing them dressed up in different outfits—mostly because he could take them off later.

“You know, in the past, when we encountered one another, I used to ensure I wore the finest clothing I could for the role I played,” said (Y/N), smirking and running their hands up his chest.

“Attempting to seduce me for so long? How devilish,” said Sebastian, pulling them flush against his body. “You have no idea how long I wished to devour you.”

“And now you can,” said (Y/N), damn near purring.

“Now I have.” Sebastian kissed them. “And I will do so again and again and again for eternity.” He kissed down their neck. His grip on them tightened. “And I will never allow another to touch you.” Sebastian nipped their neck before lifted his head to gaze into their eyes. “When the Undertaker looked at you—” his eyes flashed fuchsia “—I despised it.”

(Y/N)’s eyes flashed hungrily as Sebastian’s love and possessiveness piqued their own interest. Curling their hands in his hair, they pulled him in for a passionate kiss. “I am yours. You are mine. That is all that matters.”

Sebastian keened against their kiss, pleased at the words. But he pulled back and gazed at them. “Undertaker has a strange interest in you. You are…inspiration as an individual returning in a new form, overcoming the finality of death.” Sebastian’s eyes narrowed. “I do not wish to see you harmed. I will not lose you.”

“Corvus.” (Y/N) looked at him intently. “You have not lost me. You will not lose me. My transformation may be amusing to Undertaker, but that is only a danger to the humans he experiments on.” They chuckled. “Besides, you and I are far above humans and silly reapers, are we not? And we have one another.”

“Yes.” Sebastian allowed their words to calm him, but his heart—whatever he had that counted as one—still hungered to prove to himself and (Y/N) that they belonged to one another—equals in love. “Yes, we have one another.” He kissed them. “I am yours, Felis. And you are mine.”

“I am yours, Corvus,” said (Y/N), kissing him back.

In a smooth motion, Sebastian lifted them and set them down on the bed. He leaned over them, legs between theirs, and pulled their waist up to kiss them.

“Mine to have, to hold, to love.” Sebastian punctuated each declaration with a kiss on their skin. He lifted his head and smiled at them. “I love you, Felis. Truly.”

(Y/N) smiled, grabbed his collar, and pulled him against them. “And I love you, Corvus.”

They kissed him passionately, and those were all the words that were needed.

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