#screaming @ '[Blank] Phantomhive'

[hisbutler-problematic]

Same anon as the huge ass ask from before lol - 🔮

Oh, I definitely agree that in some ways R!Ciel was even more 'careful' with O!Ciel than the adults, but I feel like it manifested in different ways? Vincent and Rachel wouldn't be against O!Ciel making a name for himself away from the estate since that's what tends to be expected from a 2nd son anyway, but I don't see them having a lot of faith in him as the Earl and, by extension, the Guard Dog (again, not completely baseless given his sickness but going to affect a kid anyway). While R!Ciel I see as the type who'd say O!Ciel could do it, but of course "together with him, side by side". Although both ways ultimately feed into the idea of "unworthy to be Earl spare in the original's shadow", you know?

I remember reading the fic "Prepositions" if I remember correctly and there was a chapter where Sebastian was thinking about O!Ciel's past and the twin situation, referring to R!Ciel as "the spare he never wanted". I remember thinking Yes Yes this is it, because Sebastian's toxic ass is, imo, the first person to give such razor sharp focus to O!Ciel and not his brother. I doubt R!Ciel crossed his mind much before circumstances forced him to think about him again. Too busy becoming obsessed with the walking contradiction that is [Blank] Phantomhive.

Going from this I tend to wonder how things would have gone had O!Ciel been taken out of the cage first? I honestly do not know if R!Ciel would have managed to summon Sebastian himself. He seemed more hopeful, even if fakely so, compared to O!Ciel who spat on God's name directly (which also is quite interesting given that O!Ciel's always been featured as softer in their past while R!Ciel had the more bone chilling moments). And even if let's say he did manage to do it, would he and Sebastian ever become as enraptured (not the most canon accurate term, but close enough to obsessed) with each other as Sebaciel?

R!Ciel, at least, I see as less willing to get over Sebastian eating his brother's soul. It would probably show a lot in their interaction. He might even put more emphasis on the master-servant status difference between them. In the end though, he might become disgustingly intrigued by Sebastian at least.

In regards to Sebastian, a big factor in his and O!Ciel's bond imo is that they both started by "faking it 'till they make it". They are hugely responsible for shaping one another's persona and that element would bs missed to an extent in this scenario. Sure, Sebastian could still tutor him, but they wouldn't be together on quite the conspiracy Sebaciel have in canon with their fake identities. On the other hand though, seeing R!Ciel's "hard core" moments could be entertaining for Sebastian as well.

Long story short, does this mean Sebastian fits the trope "evil (supernatural) bad boy pays attention only to little old me forever ignored and in the background"? The jury is still out on this one.

hello and welcome back, anon, who is the love of my life

i think we’re kind of saying the same things and are generally in agreement but tbh i love putting this story under the microscope SO i will just (lmao “just”) add some (lol “some”) thoughts

i agree that rachel and vincent didn’t seem to even consider o!ciel as a possible heir. like even if they’re willing to let him strike out on his own, far away in london, they DEFINITELY do not see him as a candidate to be the Queen’s Watchdog. we’re shown that, while the twins do have some lessons together, r!ciel had lessons that o!ciel did not (im pretty sure there’s an implication that o!ciel didn’t take sword classes from the marchioness, but i could be wrong. either way there were still other lessons they didn’t share but i’d have to go back and check to know which lesson it was, exactly). for the time period, i could see this as being a normal thing, especially since second sons generally were considered spares (not going to inherent anything, aren’t the ones expected to carry on the family names, etc etc) EXCEPT when have the phantomhives done anything as it would “normally” be done. tbh i could see it being common practice in the phantomhive household that EVERYONE is taught what needs to be known to be the Phantomhive Earl because they know it’s a dangerous role to play. from vincent’s conversation with francis and francis’ skills in fighting, i think it’s safe to assume she was also brought up and prepared to take the mantle, should need be (and we know that there HAVE been female Phantomhive Watchdogs, so it’s completely plausible). my main point being: o!ciel probably would have been brought up the exact same way as r!ciel if they hadn’t already written him off

you are ABSOLUTELY correct about r!ciel seeing o!ciel as capable but in a “lets do it together!” way (probably with the unsaid “then i can cover for him if ever his sickness gets in the way”). but also i don’t think it’s purely “he thinks o!ciel could do it, if they do it together” i think on some level, for r!ciel, they HAVE to do it together. tbh might be less of “o!ciel could do it, if we did it together” and more “i can’t do it, if we don’t do it together”. he needs his brother. and we can see that in the way he’s absolutely devastated by o!ciel saying he’s going to leave

(it does make me wonder why he’s so so clingy tho. my current theory is that he grew up with the role of “Oldest Brother” being beat into his head so much that he doesn’t know who he is without o!ciel, without being the older brother. (which was probably made worse by o!ciel being sickly, both because now there’s the idea of “you have to Take Care Of your younger brother” and the added pressure of being the one and only Phantomhive Heir and added pressure there, because he can’t mess up because o!ciel can’t take over))

all of which, of course, o!ciel cannot see. instead, from his point of view, this is just more “unworthy spare” rhetoric

and like. okay so i never read the fic you’re referencing, but there’s something there. something that’s been kind of been cooking in my brain, about o!ciel’s thoughts/attitude about his brother and their relationship. of course he loves his brother, who is his protector and clearly cares so much about him, but i think he’s less. obsessed(? i don’t know if that’s the word i want to use but i can’t think of a better one) with his brother, than his brother is with him. and i don’t know if he resents his brother specifically, but he definitely has some resentment. it’s because of his older brother, who is way more perfect than him in every way, that o!ciel is a spare—and to such an extent. he admires his brother and he only thinks it’s natural, which is why i think he doesn’t blame his brother (and plays into why he goes SO pissed when r!ciel just shows up and steals his spot, after o!ciel put in so much work (was the one to put in the work) to earn (rightfully, too) the title)

but o!ciel is also amazingly full of contradictions and i think there was also a part of him that thought that without his brother, he would no longer be the “spare”. that’s probably why he wanted to move to london: to be away from his brother and prove himself capable (hence being pissed when he DOES prove himself and then r!ciel shows up to mess that all up)

which, listen, i’m not going to pretend i know how twins work (or even that all twins have the same relationship) but there really is something to be said about growing up side by side with someone from birth

BUT THEN comes sebastian who adores adores adores o!ciel. and not in the way his brother did. nor is it in the way anyone else (lizzie, his parents, etc) ever has. o!ciel has been told and shown all his life that r!ciel is perfect and preferred. r!ciel is the ideal and o!ciel is just there (he was undeniably loved, but he was also undeniably the spare). to the point that it’s obvious to o!ciel that r!ciel is the one that should have been the one to live. that r!ciel is more perfect and deserving, that it would have been better if o!ciel had been the one to die instead.

and in comes a demon who says he sacrificed his brother (he would never do that, he loves his brother!) (isn’t that what he wanted to do, in essence, on some level, by leaving r!ciel behind?), a demon who speaks as if this is something to be admired, to be praised (has o!ciel ever really, truly been praised?), a demon who o!ciel effortlessly enraptures by being himself.

(and the way that what enraptures sebastian first, what is that first spark of interest, is the way o!ciel goes about negotiating their contract, with o!ciel treating it like a chess game–the only thing he has ever been better than r!ciel at)

this is probably the first time in o!ciel’s life that anyone has loved him for him, who hasn't seen him as an extension of r!ciel (or the defective byproduct of r!ciel), who he can truly, truly be himself around (and, this is complete speculation here, but i wonder if he’s ever even had that before–if he was held back from doing things, or expected to behave a certain way, because he’s the second son, because he’s sickly). who loves him not in spite of his negative traits but because of them.

and the thing is: r!ciel never would have been able to pull this off. if he had been able to summon sebastian (and i doubt he would have; where o!ciel became infuriated when r!ciel was killed, r!ciel would have instead been devastated if o!ciel had been killed) (touching on the “he seemed more hopeful, even if fakely so” thing, he was probably being hopeful for o!ciel, forcing himself to stay positive for his younger brother, unwilling to believe that anything would happen to o!ciel. going off this assumption, if o!ciel had been taken out of the cage first, i think his death would have destroyed r!ciel, his whole foundation for his forced hope gone from beneath him. yes, we have seen r!ciel behave more bone chillingly and o!ciel more softly (and how much of that was expectation?), but there’s something about the way r!ciel’s evilness(? NOT the word im looking for but idk how else to put it) manifests–it’s a sharp, sudden thing. there’s no sustainability to it. o!ciel–who has been cast aside again and again, who has buried resentment, who is constantly, constantly comparing himself to the omnipresence that is his brother and is always, always finding himself falling short–has a capacity for loathing that his brother simply does not)

anyway, back to what i was saying, if r!ciel had been able to summon sebastian, sebastian would not have found him nearly as enthralling. sebastian might find r!ciel interesting. r!ciel is clever and is not afraid of maliciousness or cruelty. the fact that hes so young and able to be clever and cruel would be a curiosity. but he’d just be another human to sebastian. sebastian is used to death → anger → revenge. literally a cycle he sees like three times a month. r!ciel doesn't seem like he has the capability to hold the same depth of hatred as o!ciel. i feel like, where o!ciel said he is going to go on and make a name for himself, make those who targeted his family members come to him, r!ciel would demand sebastian finds who is to blame and take him to them (r!ciel would still want to kill them himself tho lol)

(what i wonder is if r!ciel would also want to avoid taking “innocent” lives, or if he would be willing to kill whoever to get to who he wants to.)

this is, of course, if r!ciel could even forgive sebastian for taking his brother’s soul. if he could find it within himself to work with sebastian for the sake of revenge. which i don't think he could, so there’s the second reason r!ciel never would have landed himself a sexy demon butler. not that he would care how sexy the butler is because he would hate sebastian on principle. r!ciel would have the relationship with sebastian that o!ciel likes to pretend they have: to r!ciel, sebastian would be no more than a tool. a means to an end.

BUT im so glad you brought up treatment of servants (you didn’t, im extrapolating) bc i am going to take this opportunity to mention what is SUCH an important fact to me, which is that o!ciel treats his staff SO WELL i love all the little hints throughout the story that add up to the obvious picture that o!ciel is the best among the nobility in terms of how he treats his staff

anyway.

all this is to say, on a fundamental personality level, they’re already not working out. like, okay sure, sebastian might find it neato that r!ciel is suuuuper willing to just stab a dude. r!ciel might appreciate how efficient sebastian is about taking care of business. personally, i don’t think they’d even be together long enough to develop a relationship (as im convinced r!ciel wouldn’t play the slow game o!ciel does), but even if they were, i don’t see their relationship developing beyond being a tool/meal to the other. o!ciel’s upbringing is so inherent to sebaciel’s obsession with each other: on o!ciel’s side, sebastian is the first person to see him purely for him; on sebastian’s side, o!ciel is so so so complex in a way that is so perfectly intriguing to sebastian, and it’s a result of the way o!ciel’s been treated his whole life and how he’s internalized it and the way it now manifests.

[transsexualhamlet]

i just binged all of moriarty and holy shit are those motherfuckers gay they’re like lawlight but better in every conceivable way

[k-s-morgan]

Those Gentle Slopes: Snippet 7

This is the last (and the longest) snippet! I plan to post the chapter on Wednesday. The snippet features a scene after the confrontation with Madam Red and Grell, when Ciel has fever and accuses Sebastian of everything he can think of.

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The fever began to climb up through the night, and when the boy woke up in the morning with a hoarse scream, he looked wild and flushed.

“Stay away from me,” he hissed. Sebastian realised he had extended his hand to touch his forehead only after his lord jerked away.

Unpleasant. A stark contrast to how he’d spent five hours and fifteen seconds sleeping on Sebastian’s hand, wrapped around it like some sea creature. It took an impossible amount of manoeuvring to make certain that the claws didn’t hurt him.

What could have possibly angered him so much in his unconsciousness?

“You!” the boy’s hiss was so vehement, Sebastian could feel its bite almost physically. “You’re a shell. An empty shell. I don’t want to see you.”

This was… he didn’t even know what this was.  

“My lord?” he asked carefully. Fever had intensified, he could sense it from here, yet it wasn’t enough to explain what was happening. How did Ciel Phantomhive manage to find reasons to be furious with him even when Sebastian wasn’t around? There was absolutely no pleasing this Master of his.

“You are pathetic,” the boy spat. His voice shook with emotion, and something restricting wrapped around Sebastian’s lungs. “You may try to pretend to be human for as long as you want but it will never work. You don’t simply lack emotions, you don’t even understand them. How old are you, five hundred? A thousand? More? And the most dramatic thing that has ever happened to you was kitchen troubles at our house?”

Realisation sparked, bringing a wave of something uncomfortable with it. Sebastian cringed before he could stop himself, and Young Master, as if sensing his turbulent thoughts, scowled.  

“That’s embarrassing,” he said in disgust. “You’re like… like…” he frowned for a moment before his face lightened in triumph. “Like an oven!” he exclaimed, the dark accusation in his voice making this ridiculous comparison sound like the worst of insults. “You serve your functions well enough, but when you aren’t needed, you turn dumb, empty, and useless. Just a thing that takes up space.”

This wasn’t supposed to affect him. These were simple words, simple accusations of a human too sick to be coherent. However, Sebastian’s lungs continued to compress, and a dark feeling grew stronger.

To him, that moment with Grell had been disappointing but irrelevant. He expected more from a Scythe and he was uncertain which moments from his life he should recall. The need to determine those images by himself had thrown him off, but he believed he handled the situation appropriately.

Now, this certainly evaporated. All of a sudden, he felt unsure and self-conscious, as if he’d done something wrong.

This made no sense.

“You don’t understand regret,” Ciel Phantomhive said. Each word felt like a slap. Each word tasted like a final judgement, and it rooted Sebastian to his spot. “You don’t understand attachment. You don’t understand beauty. You don’t understand anything but mindless killing, and I’m sick of you. I might just as well turn you on and off, depending on when I need some violence!”

For some time, Sabastian stood motionlessly. His head was carefully blank. The emotions were there — they all huddled together, pressing against his ribcage and threatening to break it, but he couldn’t begin to identify them. He had no idea what expression to arrange his facial features into.

It wasn’t… like that. What had taken place didn’t mean what his Master was implying. Of course he understood what dramatic was — he was alive for longer than this little creature could even comprehend with his human mind! He’d been through formidable battles, he’d seen the rise and fall of several civilizations. The trivial nonsense that had come to his mind in that unfortunate moment didn’t define him.

Regret? Attachment? Beauty? Why would he need to understand these in the first place? These were profoundly human concepts. He had no reason to feel like he’d fallen short of his Master’s expectations for being what he was.

But the dismay was still breathing in him, rebuking him in the language Sebastian didn’t know. Predictably, this provoked a bout of frustration, and he clenched his jaw tightly.

What right did the boy have to make him feel this wrong-footed? He wasn’t the one who’d made a mistake. It was his lord who had shown weakness. His lord, with his silly ideas of familial bonds, who had flinched away from the necessity to murder his aunt when faced directly with it.

He was the mindless, useless thing. An oven.

Ciel Phantomhive suddenly burst into derisive laughter, and Sebastian stiffened further. Another shameful sensation squeezed his chest, and this made him angry. 

Anger was a dangerous emotion. In this situation, it could have the worst consequences, so he had to calm himself.

One breath. Holding it for three and a half seconds. Another breath.

The boy was delirious. He didn’t know what he was talking about. His words were meaningless.

“You need to rest, Young Master,” Sebastian said, carefully pushing him back onto his pillows. His voice came out sufficiently convincing to fool his own mind. “You don’t make any sense.”  

“I don’t make any sense?” the boy snorted, his eyes narrowing to angry slits. “You’re the one who doesn’t make any sense. Who even understands you?”

“With all respect, I could say the same thing to you. An oven? Really?” That was the strangest insult Sebastian had ever received. He still wasn’t certain if he should take offense.

A frown creased his lord’s forehead.

“Well, you are,” he grumbled.

“I suppose humans succumb to the influence of pain medication with ease that would seem surprising to anyone with a stronger build. You have a fever, Master.”

“Fever, no fever, doesn’t matter. You disgust me. Go away.”

Annoyance stirred anew, but Sebastian pushed it down forcibly. Not now. His anger would have to wait.

And yet he couldn’t hide maliciousness from his voice when he said, “Madam Red’s funeral is the day after tomorrow. The Midfords don’t expect you to attend, they think you’re struggling with a flu and are too weak to recover. Do you intend to prove them right?”

Pleasure swelled inside him when the look of impotent fury blossomed on his lord’s face.

“I’m not weak!” he shouted, his cheeks flushing even brighter. “And you aren’t the one to talk about weakness! If the need to clean up the mess after the servants is the most tragic event in your life, how can you even tell you’re strong? Or are you so dumb that you think your physical powers are everything? The thing that experiences nothing cannot judge others. I think you are weak. That’s why I don’t want to have anything to do with you.”

Whatever patience he had painstakingly collected shattered. Fury engulfed him with renewed vengeance, and the deadly certainty set in.

Ciel Phantomhive had just spoken the words that meant the dissolution of the contract. He might be too sick to understand the implications, too inattentive to watch his tongue, yet he said it. The words were out.

Sebastian had every right to claim his soul and leave this manor. To never look back. He wouldn’t break any laws — on the contrary, staying and continuing to serve would cause more questions if other demons were to find out.

Fierce hunger and even fiercer protectiveness clashed inside him. Sebastian trembled, the darkness in him extinguishing every human thought and feeling.

He could kill him. He should kill him. Correct the mistake he had made with Grell when he tried to silence him out of the senseless urge to prolong the contract. This was his chance to redeem himself in his own eyes.

Ciel Phantomhive had to die.

His instincts hissed at him furiously for even daring to entertain the possibility, yet Sebastian ignored them.

There were objectively more reasons to justify the boy’s murder. He was ungrateful. Intolerable. Maddening. His words stung worse than any weapons Sebastian had ever tested on himself, and he had an inkling that if he continued to serve him, his mind would plunge into the sea of even worse confusion with the depths he couldn’t begin to imagine.

It was better to end it right here, at this moment.

He reached forwards, every cell in his body vibrating with tension. His head was a dark, chaotic space, and he wasn’t certain what he was about to do when his hands began to clean his lord’s wound. He didn’t know what his next movement would be when he applied salve to it. He had no idea how he’d act in the seconds after he bandaged it, offered the boy his medicine, and watched him drink it.      

The yearning was there. It was hissing, coiling, begging him to act, imploring him to sink his teeth into the soul that he had worked so hard for. But every time his fingers twitched, ready to grow into claws and tear into the boy, another part intervened.

It was softer. Stranger. More distant. It didn’t speak, yet it thrust image after image into his mind. The image of the boy sleeping, so beautiful in his fevered pain; the image of him giving orders to kill, ruthless and confident of Sebastian’s devotion; the image of him studying, riding his horse, calming himself after his nightmares, smiling…  

 It was the last image that sent a pang of another kind of longing through him. Awareness touched his mind again, and Sebastian shook his head briefly.

No. He wouldn’t do it.

As soon as the hesitant thought crossed his mind, it was strengthened by a surge of determination. The demonic energy dimmed, retreating, and the temptation faded away — never entirely, but enough for its influence to diminish.

He didn’t care what anyone thought. He didn’t care how he himself justified this, he just knew he wouldn’t be killing this human. Not today.

Turning away, Sebastian left the room, shutting the door with more force than he’d intended, but his lord’s gleeful voice followed him even there.

“Add this moment into your collection of the most ‘dramatic’ events,” he called contemptuously. Sebastian stopped, breathing through his nose. The emotions raged, closing in on him from all sides at once, and he felt like he was drowning in them. He would have loved to run and leave them behind, but he knew this wasn’t a possibility. Wherever he stepped, they would follow.

The bloodthirsty itch to throttle the boy swallowed him again, and Sebastian growled, upset and frustrated. Not giving himself time to change his mind and pounce, he slipped out of his human skin and seeped through the floors, then through the door, darkening the sunlit path with his presence.

[ta0ken]

attachment – act i scene i (2/??)

CHAPTER 1

MADAM RED made you and Grell go under Sebastian, Ciel's butler, wing because apparently, Grell (and you) needed help with things like that; in your opinion, it was mostly the other that needed more help than you—you were completely fine. The first day, it didn't really cause anything. You feel like it was more of an eventful day for the Young Master and his butler, though, it was just watching the mentioned butler's actions.

The second day, however...was a little more chaotic than you'd imagine. You held the trays in your hands, sighing as you slump whilst walking, not sure where you were supposed to go. Just as you were finished putting away the trays, you paused, furrowing your brows.

"...Is that someone screaming?" you ask yourself, peeking your head out, still confused. You jolt back in an instant, blinking rapidly as the figure speeding past you. Your glasses tilted from the breeze that passed by you, and you had to fix it while trying to find the body that sped away. Narrowing your eyes, you realized who the person was.

"Grell...!?" you exclaim, slightly jogging towards the butler as they kept going down the hallway at an insane pace. "How did you even manage..." your words trailed off, noticing he was going to crash into the same room where the young Earl was eating at, "W-Wait–!"

A loud crash resonated within the hallway, and you cringe from the expensive things that fell. Ouch... you suck in a breath before composing yourself, exhaling deeply. Walking inside the room, you peek your head, only to be greeted with the sight of Grell frantically panicking over the tea that was spilt all over Finnian. An unimpressed sigh leaves your lips, and you walked over behind the two, dropping a handkerchief in front of them, watching the brown-haired man grab it with fervour.

You helped him, yet... How does he manage to pull the tablecloth? you think to yourself, sweat-dropping. You watch on with a blank stare, ruffling your hair a bit, eyebrows twitching in annoyance. Continuing to ignore the Earl's small mutterings towards one of his servants (Bard, you believe), you turn your head towards the clumsy butler, lips slightly parted from surprise—where did he get the knife? You were about to intervene until the other butler, Sebastian, came in.

"You do not have to die," he says, smiling and putting his hand on Grell's shoulder, "If you stabbed yourself and bled everywhere, it would be an even larger job to clean up."

The other clasps his hands together, eyes sparkling with great admiration (was it even admiration? You...couldn't tell) as he whispers, "Sebastian, how kind you are." Despite it being a whisper, almost everyone in the room could hear his words, and you give him an impassive look.

The other servants expressed their confusion of Grell's wording, furrowing their brows. After further reprimanding from Sebastian, he then goes on a lecture of how you should serve tea, with everyone taking notes (the other butler was just staring at him, red-faced though—). As he serves the tea, he states while pulling out a pocket watch, "Young Master, it is almost time." He turns his head to the Earl, "I shall have a carriage brought around to the front."

"Sure," Ciel replies, uncaring.

When the dark-haired butler turns to the Phantomhive servants, you can see them physically stiffen, and...a sound that's similar to metal oscillate in your ears.

"Well then, everyone, I shall leave the clean-up to you," he says, and then turns to both you and Grell, "Grell, since you cause too much trouble, you should just rest and relax. [Name], since you're...less troublesome, you help as well." You only nod your head, diverting your attention, only for Sebastian to turn around again with a smile, "And if by any chance, Grell, you turn yourself over to eternal rest, please do so outside the mansion grounds."

You sigh.

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"The Phantom Company: one of the most influential toy companies, it rapidly expanded in less than three years, and has this wonderful mansion to showcase its immense wealth," Grell sighs dreamily, looking at the aforementioned mansion, "Ah, what dignified construction." He was trimming the hedges, a dazed smile on his face.

Bard's resting on the grass, smoking a cigarette. He takes it out of his lips, saying, "It was only built about two years ago."

You lean against a nearby tree, resting in the shade as you watch over the others. Even though Sebastian told you to help the others, you couldn't be bothered to do so; it was just simple garden work. Ignoring whatever was going on, you sigh, opening your eyes. "...?" you make a noise of confusion, seeing Tanaka deflate into the regular Tanaka that you were used to seeing.

Are servants of Phantomhive this odd? You sweat-drop, hearing Bard's explanation of Tanaka's deflation: "Tanaka doesn't usually use up that much steam, so when he becomes Real Tanaka for more than three minutes, he falls into a slumber."

"I... I see," Grell mutters, a bead of sweat dripping down the side of his face.

You exhale through your nose, relaxing a bit before you notice something weird. "Are you...serious..." you gawk at the trees, shrubs, hedges, everything—everything had been turned into skulls, and you hold your head in befuddlement. How do you mess up at trimming things like that...? And, not to mention, make skulls! That takes concentration, not absentmindedness, what...!?

"Why skulls?" Bard's voice cuts through your thoughts, everyone standing up and gazing at the newly decorated garden.

"O-Once again, I have caused a great deal of trouble," Grell states, on his knees. You open your mouth to say something, only for him to get up in an instant and run towards a tree that had—where in the world did the noose come from...? you sweat, watching the almost comedic scene before some little girl pulls the step-stool that Grell was standing on, causing him to actually hang from the noose.

The other three shriek in a frenzy, shouting his name, "GRELL!" You just stared in awe, dumbfounded.

Note to self: never let Grell make a mistake, or else some girl will actually let him commit suicide.

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Currently, you were hiding. Hiding from what? Oh, you know...a crazy girl on the loose that was totally not trying to make you wear 'cute' things. You were completely terrified about how a simple girl could decorate a whole mansion within the time that she had, especially when Earl Phantomhive would be returning soon. Your eyes darted around the place, the whole mansion's been decorated...with 'cute' girly things... Your face had scrunched up in disgust, the bright colours slightly hurting your eyes.

You squint your eyes, adjusting your glasses as you look over towards the door that held all sorts of monstrous things, which came from only one human-being: the girl that broke inside the mansion. Actually, couldn't you just try and arrest her? It's technically house evasion if you think about it (not to mention, she used Grell as some sort of hanging thing—you had no idea).

Something was placed on your head, catching your attention.

"I found you!" the same girl sang, dancing around you while giggling happily. Your brows twitched in response, your hands feeling at what she gave you.

They were bunny ears.

You let out an irritated sigh, rubbing your face in exasperation. In a fit of exhaustion, you turn your head towards the small girl, "...What are these for?" you pause and hold out a hand, "...Actually, don't...answer my question..." Your face droops, realizing that the Earl would come soon. Ahh... I don't want to get an earful from Sebastian or Ciel...

You felt the same girl grab your hands and drag you towards a place, but you decided that you'd ignore her. You were brought to a room, and you have to refrain yourself from gagging. For some reason, you were only used to dull colours—mostly because of Ciel's mansion being...dull, but overall, England was a dull place; always dreary-looking, or at least in your opinion. Though, the only bright colours you could stand was Madam Red, but she's barely in your life nowadays, so it doesn't really matter.

Glancing at Grell, you mutter, "What on earth are you doing?"

"Currently," he whimpers, "I am dying."

Your hand twitches in vexation and you turn to the other three servants. They make a noise at the look on your face as you frown at them silently. The three were sweating bullets, feeling your piercing stare, and when they heard the door open, it was like a guardian angel was looking down upon them. Instantly, they ran out of the room, screaming, "Sebastian! Sebastian!" you had to face-palm.

Grell's small wheezes and whimpers catch your attention, making you turn your head. You stare at your friend with a conflicted expression, lips pursed in thought: do you take him down or not? You could faintly hear footsteps behind you, and so you decide to take him down whilst sighing. You really are a troublesome butler, you think, aggravated. A sigh leaves your lips as you unfasten the ungodly ribbons, as well as the noose because it wasn't exactly a pleasing sight.

"...Are you alright?" you question softly, looking at him with scrunched brows, "How... How long have you been hanging there?" The man only nods weakly, giving you a small smile. You flick him on the forehead, "You should be more careful, or else someone will actually...let you do that." You pull him up, gripping his hand tightly.

You missed his thumb rubbing your skin as you turn around, trying to walk away, only to bump into the little girl again. You look down at her, seeing the small pout on her face. "Did you take him down?" she asks you, though you remain unbothered.

"...Yes," you answer hesitantly, awaiting her reaction, "I felt...that he was not needed as an...ornament."

"Eh, really? But, I decorated him so nicely, he should be a decoration, right?" her answer came a bit childish, to which you gave her an odd look. You don't say anything else, focusing on your boots with a neutral expression. You blinked once and her face was instantly in front of yours, making you lean back, startled. "By the way, who are you?" was all you received from the other.

"...[Name] [Surname]," you muttered, not used to the attention. You shift from one foot to the other, deciding to talk a little more, "I'm...a servant or a helper—that's all..."

"It's a pleasure meeting you, [Name]!" she beams, and you look away, squinting. You turn your head back to her and only bow your head in greeting, no longer speaking.

I still didn't catch her name... you sweat-drop, slowly walking away from the bright girl. You were in the back, hearing some of the conversations from both the nobles and butlers. However, the one thing that stood out the most was...the frilly bonnet on Sebastian's head, and you stare, amazed that she managed to put it on him. Your eyes shifted onto the three servants that seemed like they were stabbed, piled onto each other. "What...the..." you trail off into a whisper, hearing the main butler beginning to talk.

"She is the daughter of the Earl of Scotoni, Lady Elizabeth Esel Cordelia Midford," stated Sebastian.

"Sc-Scotoni Elizabert..." Grell beside him sputters, failing to pronounce the name of Lady Elizabeth. It was somewhat relatable, but you figured it wouldn't be that hard once you remember the name—you weren't sure when you would though.

"Lady Elizabeth is the Young Master's fiancee," the other says, looking forward.

"Ah, fiancee?"

At that, everyone stared in shock. They were surprised to hear that the Earl had a fiancee, though, you assumed it was only because the two were nobles (it made sense in your head). You blink, feeling someone grab your hand. You look down. It's her again... you sigh inwardly, raising a brow, perplexed.

"Come on," she urges, "I'll make you even cuter!"

You sweat-drop in response, "I...think I'm fine..."

Feeling yourself beginning to get dragged away, you dig your heels into the ground, not wanting to be taken away like some sort of hound dog. The last thing you heard before the door shut was: "LISTEN TO WHAT PEOPLE ARE TELLING YOU!"

✧✧✧

You sigh in irritation, tugging at the paws that you were forced to wear. It was an odd sight, seeing you in bunny ears and paws; you could've sworn you could hear the servants giggling in amusement at your predicament, but you paid no attention to it. Then again... you glance at the others who were forced to wear dresses and all those things, do I really have it worse...? A snort leaves your lips at the sight of Grell in a white dress that seemed way too innocent for him.

"Th-This... This is so embarrassing!" he exclaims, looking at himself in the mirror with a distraught face.

After some more talking, it turns out that Grell just wanted to 'dress-up in a passionate red dress with a sexy cut that would look truly decadent!' or so he says.

"If I have to live with such shame," turning to the window, he opens it as he exclaims, "I...I may as well die!" Though, he pauses, turning around at you all with his thumb to his mouth, uttering out, "Isn't anyone going to stop me?"

You all pale in response.

Glancing away, you witness the sight of Mey-rin becoming Lady Elizabeth's next victim. You look away out of politeness, squishing the paws together, bored out of your mind. Nothing interesting's happening so far, you sigh.

"Leave it at that," came the Earl's voice. You turn towards the stairs, seeing both him and Sebastian standing there. An interesting entrance, you muse. You honestly thought he'd bail on the poor girl but guess not; he had proven you wrong.

"Ciel!" Elizabeth gasps, clasping her hands together, "You really are cute!" She instantly glomps him, spinning him and his hat goes flying, hitting you in the face.

A quiet noise leaves your lips as you grimace, scrunching your face. Suddenly, a cold chill runs down your spine, causing you to turn your head towards the two children. Ah... Ciel wasn't wearing the ring that Lady Elizabeth had prepared for him, the latter throwing a fit because of it. You bent down to grab the hat, hearing some of the banter between the two.

"GIVE IT BACK!" the Earl's voice boomed, echoing within the bright manor, and he outstretched his hand, "Give that back right now, Elizabeth."

"Why are you getting so angry?" Lady Elizabeth counters, her face scrunched in confusion, "I went out of my way, and..." she doesn't continue her sentence due to Ciel's narrowed glare. Taking a step back, she asks hesitantly, "What is it? I was just trying to make everything cute."

From what you could understand, Lady Elizabeth wanted Ciel to wear a different ring and is now currently throwing a fit, but, you automatically assumed that the ring was precious to the Earl—no one wears a ring that isn't their size just for fun (rings are insanely heavy). You approach the arguing fiancees, standing in between the two.

You were about to open your mouth, but you were surprised to see Lady Elizabeth raise her hand with the ring, screaming, "I HATE THIS RING!" However, before anything could happen, you reacted quickly, stopping the young girl to throw it.

She blinks, opening her watery emerald-green eyes. "Eh?" her eyes glance over to you and then your hand.

You stood there, unblinking, "...Lady Elizabeth, please...refrain from doing such things. It is...unsightly for a noble to act like that." You bow your head, "Please return the ring as it isn't yours." Then, you turn around, facing the blue-haired boy, "...You...forgot your hat." You stiffly put the hat on his head, avoiding any direct contact with the Earl and hastily made your leave.

For a few minutes, there was silence until Sebastian walks forward, handing the cane to Ciel and then advances to the crying girl. He puts his hand to his chest, stating, "That ring was something incredibly important to our master. It was one of a kind, passed down through generations of Phantomhive family heads. Please forgive my master's rudeness."

"Th-That precious a ring... I..." Lady Elizabeth's eyes were on the ring that Ciel had slipped on, "I... Ciel, I'm..." Before she could continue, the Earl shakes his head.

"It doesn't matter. It was nothing but an old ring," he says, seemingly unbothered but it was obvious he was going to be greatly nerved if the ring would break. Turning around, he continues to speak, "Even without it, the head of the Phantomhive household is me."

You all collectively stare at him, mildly surprised by his words.

It wasn't long for the two to make up, which also surprised you. Usually, whenever couples or friends argue (from what you've seen), it'd take at least one day or so for them to forgive one another—then again, it depends on the cause of the argument or fight.

Your thoughts were cut off by the sound of a violin and someone singing. Is it waltz music? you questioned inwardly, leaning forward with some interest. An oddly placed piano caught your eye, and you squint, that's...a coincidentally placed piano... Your eyes shift onto Grell, who was the one singing, and you realize he has a glint in his eye. Ah... So he does want me to play the piano... you sweat-drop and shuffle over to the piano.

With a long sigh, you begin to play a melody that'd match the melody Sebastian and Grell were playing, surprising the four servants even further.

And so, the two nobles started to dance the night away.

✧✧✧

"I—We," Grell glances over at you, "shall take responsibility for delivering Lady Elizabeth home safely." You lean back in the carriage, legs and arms crossed. You release a small hum, glancing over at the other butler, waiting for him to take a seat.

"Will you be all right?" questions Bald, narrowing an eye at the man suspiciously.

"Yes. After all," the other puts a hand on his chest, closing his eyes with a smile, "I am one hell of a butler." He approaches the male that he stole the line from, grabbing his hands whilst saying, "Sebastian, I have learned so many things about being a butler from you." You have to refrain from sighing. Grell continues to speak, "It is said that once people are on the precipice of death, they relive moments of their life. I believe that when I am close to my own demise, I will relive tonight's dreamlike world many times."

Sebastian only responds with a sigh, "How ironic for you to say that."

"He's the type who ends up living forever," states Mey-rin.

You peek your head from your seat, a dead-pan on your face, "...Grell, how long do you want to keep me waiting? We have to...return Lady Elizabeth to her manor before she gets in trouble..."

"Oh, yes! We'll be on our way now."

You wave good-bye to the others. "See you later..."

So, you two drove the sleeping girl away towards her manor, nothing being said between the two of you.

Nothing more, nothing less.

𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦.

[blackrose343]

Sebastian x F!Reader - NSFW

This fanfic is for people 18+

Warnings: Language and Sex

Kuroshitsuji / Black Butler - Sebastian x Female Reader

Fanfic Summary: A black cat made it’s way into the Phantomhive manor. You tried to get the cat to leave but something else happens instead.

3,817 words

I started to binge watch Kuroshitsuji again (since forever ago) on Netflix and became a bit nostalgic. For some reason I decided to revisit this fanfic. This is the first fanfic I have ever written. (Which was in 2013) After reading it, I corrected typos and slightly changed it. Part of me can’t believe I wrote something like this.

Tonight was calm and freezing. All day you could not stop shivering, no matter how much clothing you put on yourself. Everyone noticed, but each time someone asked if you were cold, you would lie and say that you were fine. No one believed you, but they decided that if you needed anything, you could get it yourself.

The cold did not stop you from finishing all the work Sebastian has assigned you to do though. You were able to finish everything, but at a slower pace because every half hour, you would make yourself a cup of hot chocolate or make yourself a cup of Earl Grey.

Once you finished your work, you went outside to see if the cat that has been visiting the manor was outside. This cat was very special to you. You treasured him with your life because he was mostly your best friend. Ever since you moved into the manor, he has been visiting you in the Phantomhive garden.

Your eyes sparkled as soon as you saw the cute little black cat. He had a slender body, soft, cuddly paws, and a plush tail. You were most intrigued by his eyes. They were as red as the freshest drop of blood when the sun shone on them. When the cat was in a shadow, its eyes were a crimson red.

As you were walking towards the bench to sit down, he was rubbing himself against your legs. You did not really like it when he did that because you were always afraid you were going to trip or step on him.

When you took your seat, the cat jumped on your lap and you started to stroke him. His body stretched up, making his head rub against your breast. Although he was a cat, you still blushed while turning your head away from his view. You never understood why, but you always thought this cat reminded you of Sebastian Michaelis, the butler of the Phantomhive manor.

When you started to think about Sebastian, you stopped petting the cat without realizing it. The cat looked up at you with confusion, but you just blushed harder because you thought the cat could see right into your mind.

"Oh, what is wrong with me?", you wonder while you start petting him again. He started to purr a little too close to your left breast, making it vibrate a little bit. This caused your nipple to harden a little. You started to blush again, but you just dealt with it because you knew you were making him happy by giving him all of your attention. Eventually you had to go back into the manor because it was getting late and you were shivering for a little while. You set the cat down and started walking back into the manor.

“You should not stay out there for so long in the cold.” Mey-Rin said when you got back inside. You told her it wasn’t that bad and went to your room. On your way there, you saw everyone except Sebastian. You were a little shocked since you were able to see Sebastian around the manor once in a while. You were also a little disappointed because Sebastian was a good guy to talk to when you wanted to talk to a person. You and Sebastian have a couple of small conversations once in a while. You felt a little special because you thought Sebastian treated you more like an adult than the rest of the servants.

You lit a candle on a silver candle holder when you reached your room. Your room was very simple. It had a twin sized bed, a window with a wonderful view of the manor’s garden, and a dresser. You liked your room, but you did not like that the floor was made of wooden boards.

You started to gather your stuff so you could take a shower. You took off your shoes and shivered while wrapping your arms around yourself and put your slippers on. “Why does it have to be so cold? Especially in the beginning of April? It should be warm since it is the beginning of spring. As much I love the snow, I want to be warmed by the sun or by someone who can warm me up.”

You knew asking God to warm you up was going to be a stupid thing, so you just headed to the bathroom to take your shower. As you were on your way, you finally noticed that the black cat followed you into the manor.

“Oh on, the young master will be very angry when he sees you! I have to get you out of here before anyone else notices you are here.” You tried to grab the cat, but he ran off from you. You tried to chase after him without running through the manor because that was not what a proper servant of the Phantomhive manor was supposed to do.

You were starting to get annoyed and frustrated with him after you accidentally dropped your belongings a couple of times. This cat did not want to go out into the cold. You could understand that, but the young master was allergic to cats. You were starting to get more nervous because you were chasing the cat in the direction of Sebastian’s room. You were about to grab him again when he went into Sebastian’s room. You almost had a heart attack when you saw him go in there, but you had to give up going after him. You really wanted to get a shower and then go to bed.

You left him in Sebastian’s room hoping he would be able to catch the cat and take him someplace safe (since he is one hell of a butler). While walking to the bathroom, the cat started to follow you. You stopped and turned around, giving the cat a “what the fuck” look.

What the hell? I try to go after this cat and he runs away. When I go away, he comes after me. Oh whatever, I can catch him after my shower when he’s trapped in the bathroom with me.

You finally reach the bathroom and turn the shower on. You put your small tender hand under the running hot water to feel if it was warm enough for you. You thought it was okay for now, but you knew very well that the water was going to burn you when you got in. You did not care though and started to take your uniform off. You first untied your half pony-tail. You let your hair fall as far as it could go and put the red ribbon on the sink. Your hair was covering part of your bra.

After, you unbuttoned your uniform and let it slide to the floor. You were left in your black bra and panties with your figure being exposed to your only audience: the pain in the ass cat. You look down at the cat with an annoyed smirk. “You must be enjoying this. Thinking this is a strip tease or something.”

You unhooked your bra and put it on the pile of dirty clothes you started. You removed your panties and put them on the pile, but the cat jumped onto the pile and started licking your sweet honey that was stuck on them.

“No! Bad kitty! Bad!” You tried to get him, but he ran into the shower behind the curtain. You were tired of him annoying and disobeying you that you just tried to erase your mind from all of this and stepped into the shower. When you got into the shower, you did not see the disobeying cat, but a naked Sebastian. You quickly jumped out of the shower and almost tripped. Sebastian quickly caught you and pulled you against him. You could not stop blushing because you were pushed against the guy you had a little crush on and you could feel his rock hard cock against your ass.

 “You should be more careful.” You couldn’t reply, you could only stare at the ground where your clothes were. You were shocked that Sebastian would do something so inappropriate and that he was the cat you were always with. You felt extremely embarrassed and wanted to go to your room and hide under the sheets or sleep it off and say this was a very cruel dream.

Sebastian noticed you were ignoring him and he never did like it when you ignored him. He started to rub your left breast and play with your warmth. You shivered against him and leaned your head against his neck. You knew by now that this was no dream. This was real and you really wanted this. You knew Sebastian was still trying to be a gentleman since he was pleasuring you gently and slowly so that he wouldn’t hurt you.

Sebastian wasn’t satisfied with hearing you take deep breaths, so he started to be a little rougher. He squeezed your breast while pinching your nipple, and nibbled on your ear. He also turned your head towards his so he can make out with you, but he knew you weren’t going to budge. In order to make you budge, he started to fuck you with his index finger. His finger was able to slide easily into you since you two were soaked and still in the shower. You leaned against him and started to moan. He took his chance and started to make out with you. You wanted to wrap your arms around his neck, but you knew if you did, you would never want to stop.

“Se-Se-Sebastian stop, not here.”

“Why?” he cooed in a seductive voice. Your mind was already going blank from him giving you so much pleasure. You and him both knew that you wanted him to keep going, but you two also knew affairs with your coworker was not a very good thing. You also really wanted to take a shower.

Sebastian could tell you were coming up with a reply that he would agree with, but he wasn’t going to let you have your way. He started to fuck you harder with his index finger and to torture your breast more. He was giving you so much pleasure that you were ready to scream for him to keep going and that your legs were about to give up, but you had to get your mind together. As if Sebastian read your mind, he stopped. You were finally getting your breath back, but Sebastian was still holding you in place.

“Sebastian, please let go of me and get out so I can take my shower.”

“You really didn’t enjoy what I just did to you?” Sebastian asked while turning off the water, which you didn’t notice. You enjoyed what he did to you more than you wanted to admit, but you thought your work was more important.

“Why does it matter? You were probably just going to do this only once then say that you don’t want to do it anymore.” Sebastian knew you enjoyed it, but he wanted to do this to you every night if he could. He wanted you to be his and only his for a long time.

“Why would I only want to do this only once with you?” he whispered in your ear. You shivered as his warm breath hit you ear. You could feel that Sebastian wasn't lying to you. It felt like his dick was getting a lot more harder than he could handle. Just feeling his dick against you made you wonder if he ever had to masterbate in order to get rid of it. This started to get your honey to flow out a little more than it did before and it was satisfying Sebastian.

“What are you thinking?” Sebastian popped you out of your imagination and you started to blush the brightest red in the entire planet.

“Nothing.”

“You’re lying to me. And I’m not the biggest fan of liars. Especially you, my kitten.”

“Kitten?” Sebastian smirked and knew he had you ready to beg him to let you eat out of the palm of his hand. “So what if I am? You don’t need to know what’s going on in my head.”

“It is my business.” A little bit of fear ran through your body and you shivered. You tried to get out of his grip, but he only tightened it.

“Why?” You knew very well that Sebastian wanted you to give into him. You were going to make him earn it. You, along with everyone else in the manor, knew that Sebastian was able to accomplish anything. You wanted to see him lose with at least one thing. Sebastian noticed your change in attitude. He knew you were going to challenge him. He became determined to make you beg for him. You knew you were going to give into him as soon as he started again, but why not just put up a bluff.

“You should be careful with who you choose to play with.” He showed you his signature smirk. You blushed and lowered your head while he let go of you and wrapped you in a towel. He carried you along with yours and his clothes to your room. He placed you on the bed and placed himself on top of you. You were trapped between his muscular arms, his dripping wet body, and his piercing blood red eyes. He was staring at your dripping body and started to caress your body. Your body’s response was to let him touch and caress you any way he wanted. You wanted to savor his touch.

He caressed your cheek with the back of his hand and slid them down your body. Lightly brushing your body dry with his hands. Rubbing your breast gently while rubbing your thigh. You started to moan lightly and Sebastian was trying his best to hold himself back from fucking you until you broke apart.

“You look like you’re in a lot of pain.”

“It’s killing me, but I’ll take my time with you. I’ll savor you and only you. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“God Sebastian, you’re so good at this. Don’t worry about me though, I’ll be fine.” You carassed his face and smiled a sincere smile. That’s what broke the line. He could never resist you when you acted so kind to him.

He pinned you down on your bed and forced your mouth open with his tongue. His tongue was almost in your throat when he forced it in. Your tongues were swirling and dancing with each other. You were starting to run out of breath, but you didn’t give a damn. You just wanted Sebastian to give you all the pleasure he could give you even if it meant dying.

He rolled over so that you were on top while you wrapped your slender arms around his neck. He pulled your body closer while rubbing your thigh and ass. You started to rub your leg against Sebastian’s major hard on. He groaned and squeezed you so hard you thought he might have left a bruise.

Sebastian put you back under him and let you catch your breath before you died on him. He started to suck on one of your breasts and played with the other. You moaned, pulling his head closer to your body and wrapping your legs around his waist. You loved his touch and wanted it for you and only you. If anyone tried to go after him, you would beat the shit out of them.

You whined when Sebastian stopped sucking on your breast, but he was able to make it up by kissing you down from your cherry red lips all the way down to your moist warmth leaving hickeys on the way. Each time he made a hickey, you moaned slightly and your warmth tightened. When Sebastian was able to reach your warmth, he teased you. He breathed directly on your warmth and stared at it. Watching it get wet and tighter while you wait for any part of him to fuck you with until time stops.

“Don’t stare down there, do something.” Sebastian smirked and did as you commanded. He licked your clitoris and started to pinch to your already hardened nipples, pulling them whenever he could. You rubbed your foot against his ass and back, trying to give him some pleasure.

Sebastian was drinking all the honey your warmth was able to give him. You couldn’t take this much longer and were about to reach your orgasm. Sebastian sensed this and pushed his tongue deep inside of you, wiggling it against your inner walls. You arched your back and he started rubbing and massaging your breasts.

“Se-Se-Sebastian! I’m cumming!” You pushed your warmth against Sebastian, making him drink all the honey that came out of you when you reached your orgasm. Sebastian drank every drop of you precious honey. You lay there, panting and trying to catch your breath. Your eyes along with your mind were blank. Sebastian looked at you while licking the last drop of honey off his face in a seductive way that simply said “We’re not done yet.”

Sebastian was sitting with his legs spread out, exposing his thick, hot, hard on with a little precum on it. You leaned on your elbows, breast rubbing against the fabric of the sheets and started to give Sebastian a hand job. You placed your small hand around the thick dick and rubbed it up and down very slowly to tease Sebastian.

Sebastian was not letting you make him look like the less dominant out of the two of you, so he started to fuck your ass with his fingers, after he covered them with his saliva. Every single time his fingers came out of you, you push your body back in order to have them back inside.

You leaned your head down and licked up Sebastian’s precum. His body shivered and he groaned. You thought his precum didn’t taste bad. You took his dick into your mouth and swirled your tongue around the head while looking up at him trying to see if you’re pleasuring him. You were pleasuring him more than you expected. He was gripping the sheets so hard that he was ripping holes into them. His eyes were looking at your adorable yet seductive expression while his eyes were glowing with a pink tint.

Sebastian was trying his hardest to hold back a moan from coming out of him. You wanted to make him moan. You wanted to see him do something that no one else will ever see. You wanted him to say your name and you came up with something. You were afraid of trying it though because you thought Sebastian was the type of man that did not like being humiliated. You took the risk anyway and tried it. 

You put his dick in your mouth as far as you could without choking and purred like a cat would. Sebastian pushed your head against him, making his dick go farther into your mouth and came while yelling your name. His cum came out fast and you already lost yourself in ecstasy. It came out like a waterfall, but it was over too soon.

You weren’t able to drink every drop though. Some of it was on your breast. You swiped some of it off and licked it while giving your finger a blow job, making Sebastian hard again. Sebastian couldn’t take your teasing and your expressions anymore. He pinned you down and entered you with so much force, you screamed his name so loud, and you thought the whole world could hear.

Sebastian was fucking you so deep that each time he reentered you; he was hitting your womb. You made your sweating body hang off from Sebastian’s. Your arms and legs were wrapped around him. One of his hands was pinned down on the bed, while the other was holding on to you, making sure you didn’t fall. You and him were kissing each others necks, giving each other a shit load hickeys. 

“You’re so tight my kitten”

“Don’t say something so stupid.” Your breaths were starting to get shallow and you could feel Sebastian’s sweat sliding off of his body and landing on yours.

You arched your back ready to come, but Sebastian stops fucking you and takes his dick out, smirking. “Ride me if you want to come, my sweet little kitten” 

You didn’t want to do as he said, yet you had no choice. He made you horny, kinky, and wet as hell for him. You lower your warmth over the tip of his dick and let it slide in. You moan while bringing one of your hands to cover it. You move up and down slowly, just to get back at him. He gripped your hips, to help you and to make you move faster.

Even though you want to tease him for making you ride him, you just couldn’t do it. You started to move faster and brought Sebastian’s face closer to yours. Sebastian let go of your hips and wrapped his arms around you and started to make out with you.

You were getting very wet from riding Sebastian and were ready to cum. Drool was flowing out of the corner of your mouth. Sebastian was rubbing your back and was enjoying every second of this. You tightened your grip on Sebastian and rode him as hard as you could. You broke your make out session and leaned your head back, screaming as you came from the intense pleasure you were able to give yourself from riding him.

You were a little out of breath, but Sebastian was not done with you. He laid you down and took over. He was pushing in and out of you with as much force as he could. It looked like Sebastian wasn’t ready to cum any time soon.

Sebastian made you ride the after pleasure which made you cum nonstop. Sebastian was ready to cum. He fucked you as hard as he could until you both came screaming each other's names and moaning. Sebastian came inside of you and took his dick out. He looked down at you. You were covered in sweat. His cum was starting to come out of your warmth. You looked at him and saw he was satisfied and smirking.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, I’m just surprised a small thing such as yourself was able to keep up with me.” Sebastian wrapped the covers around yours and his body. He kissed you lightly on the cheek and wrapped his arm around you.

“You know, I never got my shower.”

“You can take a shower tomorrow. Now go to sleep.”

[antihero-writings]

His Butler Cemetery, Chapter 3: The Problem of the Nights

Fandom: Black Butler | Kuroshitsuji (manga)

Fic Summary: Four visits to the cemetery, each growing in emotional intensity, and spanning backwards in time. (Spoilers for the manga!!)

(I'll put the links to chapters 1 & 2 in a reblog!!)

Chapter Summary: “Young Master, Edward. If something you held most dear suddenly shattered one day...What would you do?"

"Dear, God. What a terrible ordeal you've tasked my sister with...."

Character Focus: Edward and Lizzie Midford

Notes: Eyyy remember this fic? The one I planned to finish in October 2018? Hehe...Yeah...

I never forgot about this fic... life just kinda got in the way and I moved on to other things. I have so many fics on my computer that I just can't seem to figure out how to finish, and this chapter was one of them. Lately I've been trying to go through some of them and either just slap an ending on them, or split them into multiple chapters so it's more manageable, haha. So I just picked a way to end it, even if I'm not entirely satisfied XD

I actually really really like Edward as a character, and was kind of inspired by the quote above to write this. I was excited to write for him for this fic, and really really liked this chapter, so I couldn't go without posting it at some point!!I hope people still like it, even though it's been so long...I'd deeply appreciate it if you could leave a comment to let me know!!

By the way, I am NOT caught up on the manga, so please don't spoil anything from the recent chapters for me!!

Chapter 3, the Problem of the Nights:

Edward never could win against her.

Father would laugh and say that the Midford women had always been strong, and it was no cause for shame.

Still, there’s something particularly humiliating about getting your ass kicked by a cute little girl….Especially when she’s your younger sister.

The world would coo over her: her pretty shoes, her curly blonde hair, her frilly dresses, and sigh in awe that someone so cute could be so skilled with the sword.

And, if he was perfectly honest, she was incredible. He would never deny that, never say the praise was undeserved. Often he was her biggest fan, her loudest cheerleader, and if anyone dare lay a finger on her, or say a single syllable of slander, they’d certainly have a sword to answer to.

And, he supposed, her proficiency was good for him too, in a way, because it pushed him to work harder.

But no matter how many days he spent waking up early to wave his sword at empty air, no matter how much mastery he had compared to his classmates, he could never catch up to her. Sometimes it felt like the race was rigged, and he wasn’t moving at all.

He applauded her, admired her.

But sometimes he would throw his sword into the wall and demand that it listen to him. That he, a thirteen-year-old boy could and should be better at swordplay, than a ten-year-old girl who decorated her world in pink plushies and bonnets.

When the other nobles chatted with Lizzie, and about Lizzie, and then turned to him to ask what he’d been doing, sure he had a story to top hers…

Sometimes he would hold his head high and boast of his accomplishments, and Lizzie would have only the loftiest of compliments to add.

But other times that question would ring through his head, and his tongue would fall limp in his mouth.

Because no matter how much he’d done, if he was the top of his class, he could never triumph Lizzie.

What have I done lately? Not much compared to Lizzie.

Mother was not the kind of person who would answer for you; unlike most mothers she wouldn’t boast of her children smallest accomplishments. In fact, in even their greatest endeavors she could find “room for improvement.” He wasn’t complaining: this too was a good thing; he would never be where he was now without that.

But sometimes he just wished she would just wrap her arms around him and say that she was proud of him.

There was Father at least, who was the softie of the family. Who would clap him on the back and tell Francis not to be so hard on him, that he’d done more than well. His eyes would shine as he promised he was a champion in his own right, as well as his eyes. And that helped. Still…

Still, he didn’t feel like much.

It wasn’t that he was bad at things, or dumb. He was quite smart, good at school, but he didn’t…excel.

The thing about Lizzie is that there were only a few things she practiced, but she excelled at them.

Jack of all trades, master of none, so they say.

And no one notices you unless you’re very good at something, or very bad at it.

So he faded into the background. Lizzie’s cheerleader. His parents’ son. And he told himself he was alright with that.

Beneath all those intermingling feelings of pride and jealousy was a question:

How could such a small girl hold so much fight inside her? How could those gentle eyes hold so much fire?

It didn’t make sense. She was supposed to be sweet, and gentle, and soft. So what was it that drove her to get the gold when he could only ever snag second place?

He got his answer when he met Ciel.

The twin boys, one of whom she was destined to marry—some day, after they had learned how to be gentlemen in a world of men who weren’t gentle.

Well he couldn’t approve of that without meeting him first.

The twins were…so small. Smaller even than Lizzie. Big blue eyes like stormy days.

One marched up to him and demanded who he was, and what he was doing there, and that his name was Ciel, and he was to be the Earl some day. The other, hid behind his father’s pant leg, and muttered his greeting from afar. And when Mother scolded Mr. Phantomhive to keep them in line, and comb their hair properly, even the bolder one shirked into the shadows.

He finally understood what Lizzie had that he didn’t:

Something to protect.

When he took up the sword, it was for the sake of the sword itself, and a name.

When she took it up, she did so for something more than the trade, the passed-down-name, the skill. The sword was a means, not an end. There was something—someone—she loved, or was learning to at least, and if that person were ever threatened, she didn’t want to stand on the sidelines and cry. She wanted to stand between him and danger and do everything in her power to keep the hurt at bay.

She didn’t care about being well-versed in the sword: she just cared about protecting him. The sword was simply how she’d do that. And, well, the irony of being something is that you’ll only be good at it when you’re looking beyond it.

And it was that, that passion, that idea that there was something beyond, that this was all in preparation for a war against anything that stood to harm him, that was why she excelled. Because he didn’t have anything calling him to it, besides the fact that the Midford’s had always been good at it. As long as he didn’t have a reason for it within himself, he would never excel.

So, from then on, he never complained, silently or aloud. From then on he was nothing more than her firmest supporter, and when people asked what he had done lately, expecting his story to top hers, he could be okay that he would never be better than her at some things.

And then, one snowy December, when they were putting their finishing touches on their Christmas tree, and competing to make the best cookies, someone arrived at their door to tell them they found Mr. and Mrs. Phantomhive in a pool of their own blood…and the twins…they didn’t find.

She didn’t cry. She didn’t immediately burst into a thousand shards of glass like he would have expected.

He would have liked it better that way. Because he could deal with that. Because he could do something, he could run up to her, hug her, kiss her, comfort her. Be the big brother.

No, the Midford women had always been strong, and she was no exception. She didn’t fall to pieces. She went into her room, put on a black dress and bonnet—(as was proper). And she went to the funeral, as all good little noblegirls should.

And all throughout the service, as they lay Rachel and Vincent to rest, beside two little graves they all knew were empty, as the vicar read from a Bible a passage about sheep, and finding your way home, he kept glancing at her, kept waiting to see the tears to stream down her face, for her to fall to her knees.

Her eyes were big, and blank, and full of almost-to-the-surface tears, yet she was sugar and spice and everything nice; the picture of an English noblewoman.

She went about her day, whole, composed, proper. And no one could have guessed that grief wasn’t another thing she excelled at.

But he’d never quite forget that night. The sound he heard, even through the passing years.

That night, after the funeral, after mother sent her off to bed with a few proud words, and father kissed her one to many times, after Edward grabbed her hand and asked “Are you sure you’re okay?” After she said “Yes, I’ll be fine.”—

He woke up to the sound of screaming.

He shot up in bed, wondering if he’d dreamed it, heart yammering, breath burning. He didn’t bother to light a candle, just stumbled out of bed, and ran down the halls, calling her name.

When he reached her room, she was sitting on the floor beside her bed in her little white nightdress, and tear tracks staining her face; in pieces. A perfect gold stain on the world.

She reached her hands weakly out to him as he knelt down before her, and wrapped her arms so tight around him that he thought she might break him too…and she cried into his nightshirt until she stained it. But he didn’t care.

Many little girls run to their parents in this situation. But he knew, if she had gone to their parents, mother would have told her there was no use crying, they weren’t coming back, and father would have doted on her, and she wanted neither…or rather, something in between. So she came to him.

This wasn’t the last time.

During the day she would go about her life as normal.

But every night she woke up. It was always somewhere between 14:00 and 16:00 he heard her screaming, calling the name of the sky. Either that, or he would hear a faint knock on his door, and see the face of a broken little girl in need of her big brother.

It became muscle memory for Edward to comfort her. To throw off his covers and run to his sister’s room, or he would pat the blankets beside him to say come here, and either way he’d wrap his arms around her tight, as if trying to wring the tears out of her, and she would sob until they burned rivers in his skin. He would brush his hands through her golden hair, whispering things in her ear like shh, and it’ll be okay, and singing old lullabies, all the while knowing knowing the quiet would come. And he would pray. Pray that things would be okay. Pray that the one who created the universe would grant some solace to this sweet little sheep.

He would pray, and the next day, with tears barely barred from his own cheeks, he would kick the wall, and demand why and how a merciful God could do this to someone like her. Why he would take good people from the world.

—(He would pray, and he thought one day he heard Him say They aren’t yours to keep.)—

Sometimes she asked if they could go to the cemetery in the morning. They would dress in their finest blacks, looking like ink blots on the world, onyx with gold filigree in the cracks. She would carry bouquets of flowers, the petals sifting off in the wind, and add them to those there, left by the miscellaneous others who cared for them…And she wouldn’t cry then, no. She wouldn’t cry until it was past the witching hour.

She didn’t give up. Didn’t stop living. For all intents and purposes she was the same as she’d always been…but something was missing when they crossed blades.

She woke up less and less as time went by. Eventually her visits to his room were stray nights in the grand scheme of things, and she didn’t cry so hard. Sometimes she’d just sit with him, or ask to play chess, or chat with him till the morning came.

And then one day, after the grief didn’t burn so badly in her chest—

Her fiancé came back without an eye, and with a pitch black butler.

He didn’t talk about what he’d gone through, or how he’d come back. He didn’t speak of that day his parents died. He didn’t mention how his brother died—he didn’t mention much of his brother at all.

He wasn’t that brazen, bold, grinning child they knew before. He was dark, and serious…and he never smiled.

And Edward was glad to have him back…yet from the start he couldn’t help but feel…uneasy. Like something was wrong. Something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. There were too many questions, too many gaps in information, and the darkness that seemed to flock to this boy now didn’t help.

And Edward, though Lizzie’s fire was only stronger since he came back, her skill even more unmatchable, was at last able to get a few good hits in sometimes.

He couldn’t believe he never saw it before, his reason beyond the sword, the task of carrying on a name... it was there from the beginning.

He knew who it was he had to protect.

[andieperrie18]

OSIRIA ROSE: KUROSHITSUJI FANFIC (MANGA BASE)

This is just a sample

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OSIRIA FOUND HERSELF at the same spot in the hallway where she stuck her ground as she had once watched her brother's small fragile frame fade and the sound of running neared to her left ear. The difference with this one was it is unbelievably peaceful though she didn't give any mind. But she knew it wasn't long before the small chaos would come uninvited by the Phantomhive manor.

"They are now scouting around the house miss Rose." she turned to Tanaka who stood by her side right at the moment. She nodded her thanks as before turning her view back to where it was.

"HAHAHAHA!!!"

The butler stared at the laughing circus hostbefore him and his master. Joker, who cackled like a mad man as he laid sprawled out on the cold concrete in the of his own crimson liquid. His maniacly laughter bounce on every wall and pillar of the large torture hall.

"However, you will also have some important things stolen from you from you tonight." the cackling mad man quoted as he waited for the smuggness on the their discombombulate to pieces. And when they did and it only brought up Joker's confidence more.

"My fellow circus members are paying a visit to you manor tonight." he continued

The two servants stood side by side under the light of the moon as they waited. The maid's onyx orbs shot open as she heard the rustle of shrubs from across the estate's yard.

"Mister Tanaka, please be on guard by Lady Elizabeth's room. I'll take it from here." the said butler bowed before ushering away. After a good distance, the maid pulled out a red hard-bounded book with the words 'Danse Macabre' embedded on the front portion. It revealed pages of writings and pictures with a stamp that quoting "completed" on every page. The flipping came to a halt as it landed on a blank page. She stared at it from for a good minute before a set datas appeared on the once blank pages.

Five new victims.

A smile crept on her lips, she loved the idea of how her victims likes coming to her web unknowingly and making her job easier to collect their precious memoirs. Ever since she entered the business of being a fairyman or woman of death, she hadn't have the need to obviously chase the souls assigned to her. They would always be aroung her ten meter radius.

She closed the small diary and waited for the perfect time.

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"My servants?" the young earl trailed as his butler bursted into a small fit of giggling after finding such an amusing intel. The poor man's turn to be morphe in disdain, he turned to the two gentlemen.

"what's so darn funny?"

Slamming the metal tip of his cane to the ground, the earl stood with a fierce complexion. His worry completely thrown out the window and his butler by his side smiling maniacly.

"Just who do you think your dealing with? They are Phantomhive servants."

A cheshire smile was etched on Osiria's face as she watched the gardener give the large bald man a harsh blow sending him flying to the walls of the stair case of the front porch.

She could feel her hands itched with the need to pull a heavy object but she mustn't intervene with the cause of a human's death.

"How unfortunate souls~" she breathed.

The brawl continued as the young gardener came face to face with two trapeze artists. He was a bit out numbered at the moment, Osiria took the liberty to make the numbers fair as she now stood by the roof with the once clumsy maid by her side. Surrounded by a number of riffles and loaded with ammo. The raven haired maid whisked to the sniper's back and her lips neared her left ear.

"What is a maid's duty Mey-rin?" her tone etched with somewhat playfulness as she eyed the sniper's targets as the bullet was released to the air aiming a perfect mark.

"Always follow the young masters instructions, welcome the master every day with a manor that is spotlessly clean." the sniper dressed in a maid's outfit voice transitioned from a muffled voice to a sly tone.

"Very good, now what do we do with filth?" Osiria inched away as she let the femme before her do her job.

Little Elizabeth sat up from the bed's comfort as she was woken by the sound of some glass shattering from outside her door.

"what was that sound?" the door of her quarters opened to the old butler with a candle lit. Asking what was the matter to the young girl.

"Wasn't their just a huge sound by now?" she asked with curiousity and confusion for she was sure there was a sound since it was very loud.

The butler spoke with an unmasked tone of calmness as he assured her that there was no such sound was heard. Finding assurance from the words of an old man young lady descended to the comfort of her bed unknown to her that behind the frame of the old man and her door laid the bloodied body of one of the manors threatening visitors.

"Yo! I was waiting for you. I gotta tell say that you're both lucky to come face to face with me because if you had to face Miss Rose. It would probably messy."

Bardroy rested himself by a frame of the staircase as he eyed the two circus perpetrators before him. He continued to blabber until one of the two threw a set of knives towards him.

"Hey! That was dangerous! I was in the middle of talking!" the chef was now being attacked by woman with a whip. He continued to dodge until he called the aid of a familiar blonde gardener. The said gardner replied by throwing countless statues towards the infiltrators.

The two unwelcomed guest dodged every rock. It was a bit tricky to create diversion for the two but once they did, they dashed out.

The sound of chaos got louder and louder as every second passes. A figure sat restlessly from one of the roofs of the manor. Along it was a figure of a long scythe the it owned. The shadow revealed a pair of bright green orbs staring down at the three servants that stared down a hole that they created with the unwelcome guests were. The climax has been reached as the shadow stood up and swung the huge modified garden tool to the air.

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"My servants, those are actually private soldiers hand picked to guard my manor."

The look of terror shook Joker to his core. He had sent his family to their unknown doom. He sent them armee with baby knives in a war. He could only mutter one word as he stared at Ciel with disbelief.

"They'll protect Phantomhive secrets and Phantomhive pride from any thing."

The moon was the only witness to the horror. The amusement on head maid's face remained as she watched the chef throw a lit match to the whole, leaving no evidence of murder.

Osiria had finished cleaning up the other messes around a few parts, meaning disposing and leaving no traces as well.

"After all, thats what makes a Phantomhive servant."

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"WAAAHHH!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH MISS ROSE!!!"

"WE COULDN'T THANK YOU ENOUGH FOR THIS!!"

"MISTER SEBASTIAN WOULD HAVE KILLED US IF HE FOUND OUT!"

"HOHOHO!"

The mayhem of last nights events may have left a big mess on a portion of the mansion. The three servants would have to face the wrath of the head butler but then came Osiria to their aid.

"Don't worry, I just had a friend come by last night to fix the mess. We don't want miss Elizabeth worrying now won't we?" the maid quoted as the three servants fervently nodded to the sweet lady. It's been a long while since the woman came to the Phantomhives and they never felt so thankful in their life. They often compare her to Sebastian as they both carried perfect qualities of a servant but a plus side to her since she always helps and covers for them at all times. She was much kinder than Sebastian, much like the indian prince's servant but a female one.

She had become the big sister of the manor as despite of her height. She was a lot older than what her looks give out.

"Now I'm sure that you all are hungry from last night's events so I have prepared breakfast for all of you at the kitchen. Go get yourselves stuff then proceed to your jobs." as she said the words breakfast, the more their eyes sparkled in delight and they ran inside the unscratched manor to receive their prizes with a skip in every step.

"RIA!!" a high pitch lively voiced call from behind her. The maid spun to greet the young fiance of her master as she was glomped on the process. The lively blonde nuzzled into her embrace.

"WHEN IS CIEL COMING HOME!!?? TELL ME! DID HE TELL YOU?? WAAAHHH!!" the sweet child cried to her as she could only chuckle.

"Don't fret now my lady, he is already here." she cooed as the girl spun to see her beloved fiance stepping off of the carriage with his butler. Lizzie got off the maid's arms and ran to the small boy to glomp him. Smiling, she met the innocent eyes of the butler. She nodded to him as he did aswell. Sebastian had no doubts of leaving safety of the Lady Elizabeth's to her and the other servants for she was extremely different like him.

"Oh Ciel! I've missed you so much! Let's get inside! Ria made us teas and cakes!"

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Mey-rin sweeped the remaining rubbles that was left on the floors as she hummed in delight after a wonderful meal. Then came a knock on the door, running to attend it the maid greeted the guest but only to be cut off to find out who it was.

"Ca'va!" the tall woman dressed with the most flamboyant clothings as it screamed different seasons to every eye.

"Miss Nina!" the said woman jumped on the poor maid kissing her cheeks in delight for seeing her again. She was the one who designed the maid outfit the Meyrin had found quite handy in times of need like last night. It allowed her unrestricted movements from any type of brawl. For it was only crucial for the home of the Queen's guard dog to have a well guarded household. If he can't protect his own household, it will quickly reflect to what might happened if he serves the queen. The tailor fumbled around the maid's frame as she was overcomed by delight from having the people she dresses find comfort and a sense of exploitable to any type of situation.

"Ms. Hopkins, what a delight to finally see you again." the tailor gasped and turned to the person who greeted her. She removed herself from the poor maid and launched herself the girl, purposely ignoring the other two male servants who have been calling for her attention for quite a while now.

"Oh how cute you look!! Why don't you lead me to where Ciel is while share to you my new ideas that are inspired by you!" the woman said in delight as the raven haired maid happily lead the woman to the stair case.

"Your clothes are in the horse carrige." she ushered to the two males as one of them seemed to have had enough of her rudeness.

"What with this different in treatment!!?" the chef claimed.

"Miss Hopkins." Sebastian's voice echoed around the hall as tailor and the head maid stared up to find the man by the upper wing of the stairway. The woman grumbled in disdain to find the familiar butler. "I believe I told you many times that merchants are to come in through the back door." he said coldly. "So you've come out huh.. Mr. Stiff." the woman muttered under her breath.

"Mr. Sebastian please do calm down. I'll escort Ms. Hopkins to drawing room while I speak to her about going to the back door. Would that be alright?" Osiria politely intruded as she placed a hand behind the Nina's back. The tailor completely sweeped off her feet with the maid's sweet voice, "what an angel you are Osiria!"

With that, they head off their way to the said room with the maid letting the tailor babble.

"Young Master and My lady, Miss Nina Hopkins is here." the maid slide the door to the side to reveal the said woman to the couple.

They went along with their greetings and discussion about the what the young lord would like to add in his line of outfit at the moment. Sebastian who came in a five minutes after they entered started to state the demands of what the Ciel would like to have.

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[sorrowful-melody]

Lesson in History Chapter 1

I only own my character Lilian Ashford

Chapter 1:

I'm the heir to my family's company and am considered a prodigy, every lesson I have ever taken I always succeeded. In my family; failure is not an option, in a couple of months I am to be married to my future husband to joint our family's company with his parents company. Some people started congratulating me at school, although to me it is nothing special; there was just one problem.. the most thing that was difficult for me to do was anything dealing with history.

It was not my best subject as the matter of it did nothing but bored me to death seeing as how the past is the past, thankfully no one in my family knows about my failure in this subject. Class started like it did any other day but today was different "Good morning class; today I want all of you to write on an event that happened in history" I silently groaned darn it, now I have to ask my class mates for help... hmm maybe I can take some ideas from any book and rewrite it in my own words. After school I immediately rushed passed all the students and decided to go to the library by taking a different short cut.

Passing by some ruined of what seemed to be a mansion that once stood there although it was in rubble and vines covered parts of it. Caught in the moment I almost tripped over a rock, when I lifted my head I saw something in front of me. Slowly I walked over to the object and picked it up "hmm it seems like a book" turning it over to see the back then turned it over again, I blew  to get rid of the dust which had been a horrible idea since the dust came off and the wind blew it towards me, making me cough. Something stopped my coughing, the sound of rumbling which turned my attention to my surrounding, nothing looked out of the ordinary till I noticed I was getting shorter. Looking down I saw that the place I stood on had given way before I can make jump for it the ground crumbled taking me down.

I slammed onto the floor hard, pain shot through out my entire body. I tried to scream but nothing came out, soon my body went numb then I felt nothing as my eyes started to close and the final words in my head were "farewell" my vision turned dark.

A scream woke me up huh? Aren't I suppose to be dead? slowly I looked around to see a maid then a door slammed open revealing a butler with a young boy next to him "what is the matter maylene?" she pointed towards me "s-she woke up!" slowly I sat up and went to say something but nothing came out. The butler and young boy came over "well it seems like the wound is healing, so tell us how on earth did you get here?" I scratched the side of my head and tried to say something again but nothing. The young boy seemed impatient "say something already" the butler smiled "I don't think she can young master, it seems she's lost her voice. Maybe she can write it on paper" the young boy sighed as the butler gave me a sheet of paper with a pen.

I wrote down everything I last remembered of and my name. The butler smiled "nice to meet you miss Lilian Ashford, seems strange on your description. Are you sure it went like that?" I snatched the piece of paper and wrote big 'I AM NOT CRAZY!' the young boy smirked "well then Lilian prove it to us"

I wrote on the paper to the maid 'can I have my bag please' she nodded and brought it over to me. Opening the bag I took out my laptop, cell phone and books with useless paper inside and my wallet. Their eyes widen "well it seems miss Lilian is telling the truth. I guess it's safe to introduce ourselves" he bowed "I'm Sebastain and this is my young master, Ciel Phantomhive" I smiled and bowed back. Finally getting out of the bed, I took my cell phone but it had been completely dead with no way in charging it. I inwardly sighed and grabbed my journal opening to a blank page 'what's weird is that I can’t speak' ciel thought for a minute then looked up "we'll have to speak with undertaker, maybe he knows something we don't"

They left the room so I can get dressed, once I finished changing my clothes I went outside and followed Sebastain to a horse carriage that was outside the mansion is this the same one I saw? there's no way and why cant I talk!? someone cleared their throat to get my attention which worked. It belonged to ciel "for now we'll have to keep you a secret from everyone meaning we need a new name for you and if there are any great grandparents alive they must not know who you are as well".

I nodded my head and wrote on a paper ‘that is fine with me, but we still need to do something about my voice’ he sighed "one thing at a time, your new name is called Eve Phantomhive. If anybody ask you simply say that you are a distant cousin of mine" sweats started forming on the back of my head yeah like that is really going to work especially if you have any other relatives but I really couldn't argue so I smiled and wrote 'okay'. We finally reached our destination at this strange place that had the sign called Undertaker...as the door opened a strange laughter was heard.

[durzarina]

Kalan vs Black Butler Chapter 9

Kalan screamed out in anger as she found a new strength as she pulled and tugged at the chains binding her to the bed.  "Reed! Reed please stop this!" she begged hearing him, but not seeing him she began to weep, terror filled her heart as the darkness swallowed the entire room leaving only the bed and herself remaining. There was a music, a soft music that made Kalan's body relax and go into a like hypnosis state.  Reed appeared and undid the chains that bound her to the bed.  Tears streaming down her face Kalan closed her eyes and clenched her hands into fists. "You are ready" Reed whispered and lifted her up as the darkness took her, that familiar face of Malum appeared and smiled softly. "I told you I would come" she said opening Kalan's mouth and she entered her body.  Kalan swallowed her whole like a gas, inhaling her until nothing was left. She saw Sebastian far off in the window and her lip quivered at the sight of him, a silent cry for help as she felt herself wretch.  Gagging on something the feeling overcame her and Kalan threw up, but she threw up blood.  Gasping for air Kalan clambered for something to hold onto, but she was still in the air.  With nothing to grasp Kalan clutched her throat and tried to stop the blood, but it came and came, like a torrent of water it billowed out of her mouth.  Then it began to leak from her eyes and her ears.  Cutting her off from all oxygen Kalan began to discolour and turn a distinct blue.  The same warmth from the fire began to ignite inside of her, looking down Kalan saw that her veins were alight "Remember, my body is your blood.  My power is your power, do not forget" came Malum's echoing voice.   Kalan took a final gasp and as she opened her eyes she saw that all the blood that she kept in her body was flowing around her, like a protective shield.  For the last time she felt a pulse, but this time it felt like a surge of power rushing around and through her, memories filling in the blanks as she remembered everything and everyone.  How she could ever forget those she loved was a mystery, a cruel trick of God’s no doubt. With a flick of her wrist the blood collected its self and it shrivelled into a large red gemstone that fit neatly in the middle of the silver platypus pendant.  Kalan sighed as her bare feet touched the cold wooden flooring.  Reed came up to her and bowed low, with new eyes Kalan raised him from the floor, tutting. “How many times do I have to tell you, I don’t like people bowing to me” she chuckled. “Kalan! Welcome back!” Reed exclaimed and transforming into a platypus he dived into her arms. “Kalan my dear?” came another voice.  Kalan span and gazed upon the Undertaker, he had been watching from the side lines “Is that really you, are you back?” Kalan cuddled into Reed a little more and approached the mortician. “There is only one Kalan and that is me” she winked “But there were more…” she began but stopped as she walked past a mirror and her eye caught a glimpse of some odd colour.  Walking back she saw that her features had changed.  Before, Kalan was sharp faced with a worn look under her brown eyes and a mass of dark brown hair that came to just past her shoulders.  Now she had a more rounded face with very bright gold and green coloured eyes.  Her hair was a mass of ginger and fiery red tight curls.  Every way she turned they bounced and curled all the way down to her waist. “So it was me I saw” she gawped at herself, smoothing Reed’s soft fur in thought. “Undertaker, I want to thank you for looking after Reed and…” she blushed thinking about it “…And for helping with my memories” The Undertaker just giggled and leaning over her he began to play with her hair. “It has been so long I have forgotten how much fun your hair can be” he said with a soft tone.

Kalan sighed and looked down “I have missed you as well.  Being dormant is great until you have all those forgotten things flooding back.  Some memories are best left forgotten” she said leaning back and resting her head on his chest. “Just how painful was it?” he asked after a few moments of silence.  Reed had leapt out of Kalan’s arms and had gone to tell the others that it was okay to come back. “The melding? I guess it’s a mix of emotions.  Pain and panic being the two most obvious” she chuckled turning to him.  Cocking her head to the side she took his hat once more and grinned “I have missed your face” leaning in Kalan stole his hat again. “And boy I have waited a long time for that too!” she added laughing and disappearing out of the room and heading for the downstairs. Kalan was about to turn to face the stairs when Reed popped up in human form stopping Kalan in her speeding tracks. “Reed?” she laughed still clutching the Undertaker’s hat. “The rest of the company have just arrived downstairs.  The Earl Phantomhive and his butler Sebastian, they helped you when you first woke up.” Kalan gave it a bit of thought and remembered the young Earl and his butler. “Also to remind you that you look different to how they remember you, please bare that in mind”

“Ugh so many things to remember!” she scowled taking Reed’s hand he guided her into the light and brought her to the top of the stairs.  Below she saw the young Earl and Seb~ Kalan stopped in her tracks.  Reed looked around and questioned what was wrong. “Can you not see? The butler is a DEMON” she whispered “I remember he got very sharp when I mentioned…. Her” she added.  With a quick tug from Reed they proceeded down the stairs and greeted the Earl with grace. “Thank you Earl Phantomhive for your great hospitality.  You have helped me significantly with my journey”

“And has it come to an end?” he asked leaning on his cane and bowing in return “Indeed it has.” She announced. 

“Then care to reveal yourself…Kalan?” came the gentle but menacing reply from Sebastian.

Kalan glared at him for a moment but nodded. “My name is Kalan and I am an Angel of the Lord” she grinned removing the Undertaker’s hat and bowed low so that her hair covered her face and bounced around like it was alive.  The undertaker appeared behind her and sent to take back his hat, Kalan got there first and replaced that hat on her head “Not yet…” she said with a wink. 

“I think you are missing a title there hihi” he spoke with a cheeky slip of truth, covering his hand he pretended that it was an accident when Kalan coughed nervously and shot a quick glare at him. 

“I don’t like that title and I refuse to be called as such” she frowned. “What is this title the Undertaker talks of? Come on spit it out, I haven’t got all day to be fussing about with you” the Earl said angrily. Kalan smiled in reply and chuckled “Well, if you haven’t got all day, then there is no point telling you, am I right… Demon?” she said turning to Sebastian. 

“What? How?” the Earl choked looking back and forth in between Kalan and Sebastian who had locked gazes but kept a bittersweet smile on their lips. “I would feel that contract and its filth from the stairs” Kalan mused with a chuckle. 

“Well, I guess there is no hiding from an Archangel.  Kalan, you are the only Archangel not to be mentioned in the Bible” Sebastian cooed taking a step towards her. 

“I demanded it.  The world shouldn’t know about me and my antics.  I did it for…” she stopped and shot a short snort “…The greater good” Both Kalan and Sebastian shared a quite dark chuckle together before Sebastian knelt and kissed her hand “Lady Kalan, where is your ‘other’ half?” he whispered gripping her hand tightly, she tutted through clenched teeth. “Her flare for the dramatic wasted her energy so she is asleep, for now.  It’s been a long time she we have been bound together, give her some time” she replied forcing her hand out of his vice like grip. “Ladies and Gentlemen, I have prepared some tea, Prince Soma and Agni will be back soon and I am to guess that they do not know about… all this supernatural” he said gracing his hand across to Sebastian, the Earl, Kalan and the Undertaker. Tea time was about to get very, very awkward.