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Nightmares turned Real

This is another continuation of my Sebard drabbles thus far. Here's one, two, and three so far. So let's see what the hell happens next...

At this point, Bard knew it was going to happen.

"Good morning, Bardroy..."

Like it had been, every God. Damned. Night.

"Up early again I see..."

He was in the kitchen, just purposefully not doing anything. Standing with arms firmly crossed over his chest.

Everything appeared normal and calm and it seemed so real and natural...

"But of course, I know you never, ever even go to sleep unless you collapse from exhaustion.."

And there was the butler moving slowly into the room, a dark, shadowed beast of a creature hovering closer and closer.

"Almost as if you know you're only safe when you're awake. How sad. How tragic. Isn't it a shame? Don't you wish you could go back to the regular nightmares you used to have?"

The beast's mouth got wider and wider and wider and-

"The nightmares about your wife and son rejecting you. The nightmares where you lose your comrades and friends over and over again due to your inability to protect them. To keep them ALIVE!"

Giant claws bigger than the kitchen table winding around him, gripping him. As the beast laughed and laughed.

"So tell me... Bardroy... is this better or worse..?"

It's gaping maw wide enough it could most definitely swallow him, and that seemed like what this.. this... DEMON wanted!

"Tell meee Bardroy, tell meeeee... Bardroy.... Bardroy... Baaaaar-"

"BARD, PLEASE WAKE UP!!!"

Pain smashed into the back of Bard's skull seconds after he'd finally come to, saw a flash of the bedroom in the dimness, and also Finny right in front of him, hands surrounding him.

It seems the young gardener had tried... shaking him awake.

A bit too roughly, he might add, as he groaned and touched the back of his head, which had likely hit the bed headboard during that shaking.

"Christ, Finny.."

Thankfully, no blood, though.

"Ohh, thank goodness!! You were thrashing around so much and talking in your sleep you woke me! I.. I'm so sorry I had to wake you that way but.. it looked really bad."

"Eh," Bard sighed, sitting up further and twisting his neck to crack it, "no 'arm done. I've had worse. Er... thank yer fer wakin' me. It.. was pretty bad."

Finny stared on with those big green eyes of his, clasping his hands in front of him.

"Do you.. wanna talk about it, Bard??"

The older man flushed and groaned swiping a hand down his face and then proceeding to slump over, covering his face with both hands.

"No." He mumbled from behind them.

"...Oh, um, o-okay."

He heard Finny hesitantly shuffling away from his bed.

"Well... um.. I hope you don't have another bad dream, Bard okay?? N-Night niiight!"

And the boy was already back into his own bed.

...

Bard sighed deeply, and finally fully got out of bed.

He needed a smoke.

...

And maybe a shot of whiskey to calm him down further.

Sebastian knew it was likely about time to go pick up deal with Bard.

Especially when the mental emotional connection was growing so wrought with turmoil and frustration, the demon could not concentrate on anything else even if he tried.

And by Satan he had tried. And tried. And tried

He made his way to where he sensed the man. In the kitchen.

At the Witching Hour, no less.

And there were three bottles of bourbon.

Two empty.

One almost.

And Bardroy was nursing the third.

And looking ready to slide right out of his chair in the process.

"...Bardroy."

"Huh..?"

The chef lulled his head over to look at the butler by the doorway, and in the darkness of the quiet manor kitchen, only a tiny smidgen of moonlight glinting through the windows over the sink, his eyes shimmered as if they had been flooded with water. Yet not.

They were glassy. Distant.

But he certainly did notice the butler there.

"What the devil has lead you to.. this?"

Bard stared on, as if processing very slowly this question.. if he was at all..

And then his shoulders and chest shook.

He huffed.

And again. And again.

And then he barked out a short, loud crack of a laugh.

"Ohhhh, what the devil.... what the devilll indeed...."

He lifted his whiskey bottle bearing hand as if in a toast directed at Sebastian.

"That's good! That's... that's... fuck me, I can't believe fuckin' it."

"You cannot believe wh-"

"STILL you linger, when've gone an' tried EVERYTHIN' in me power t'get rid o' you. You FUCKIN' ingrate, you. Fuck. Christ. Fuckin'..."

He laughed again, a bit more sounding like a sob.

"Christ.. I'm... Why BOTHER sayin' it..."

He lifted his head to look up at the dark kitchen ceiling and spread his arms out briefly.

"HE AIN'T HELPIN'."

When he dropped his arms his hand clutching the bottle almost carelessly dragged and tilted the bottle, to almost spill the remaining contents.

...

Sebastian waited a second longer to see if he had any more confusing ramblings to say, and when he didn't the butler took a step closer.

"Let's get you to bed, Bard. You'll need your rest when you sober up tomorrow."

"Yeah, was' happenin' tomorrow?"

"Well, work is happening tomorrow. Your job is happening tomorrow."

Bard laughed again.

But it almost sounded fake this time.

"Fuck. Off."

He sighed.

Sebastian sighed as well.

He could feel his temple starting to throb.

...It was much too early to already have a headache over Bardroy.

The butler took another step closer, and this time, he blew out the designated candelabra in his grasp and set it down on the kitchen table.

And then he pulled out a seat and sat down.

Crossing his legs and entwining his hands in his lap, Sebastian stared across the table to this drunken wastrel of a human.

A human he'd incidentally formed a bloody mating bond with no less.

"Alright, I'll bite," the demon muttered, and glowered at Bardroy with his true eyes.

His red, scathing gaze.

"You've clearly seen that little symbol on my hand, as well as the nails, and you've likely always suspected I wasn't human."

Sebastian tilted his head and raised an eyebrow.

"So, your first instinct is not to confront me or run, but simply to wallow in the knowledge and then promptly drink yourself away into... naiveté? Into forgetting what you've learned?"

"Nah... no.. not really." Bard growled, twisting the bottle around on the table and glaring at it all the while.

"Just t'do something to deal with it... 'Cause I can't. Fuckin'. Do anythin' else about it."

"You can't?"

"No..."

"Whyever not?"

The man scoffed.

"Wh-what am I gonna do? Try t'kill a fuckin' demon? Try to save everyone?? Like anyone'd believe me if I tried fuckin' just SAYIN' the butler's a literal demon. They- They'd just think I'm jus' BITTER. Just fuckin' the usual trite. The same ol' song an' dance..."

Sebastian frowned to himself, thinking on it.

He.. had to admit, the man had a point.

"But still, you are one for action. You know more than anyone that action speaks louder than words, yes? That's what's helped you survive all this time, after all."

...

For some reason this line seemed to twist the man's mind into further hysterics.

"Yeah, yeah yeah yeah..... YOU tellin' me that. Ain't that a laugh, innit... Figures this bloody nightmare shit is gettin' fuckin'.. fucked up like that, eh.."

""Nightmare shit"..?"

"Next you'll be fuckin'.. tryin' t'come at me an' kiss me again, tell me t'forget it all an'... I don' fuckin' know, turn me to a demon, too or summin'.."

The demon in question scowled.

"I'm not a vampire, come now..."

"YEAH? WELL.... WHAT IF THEY'RE REAL TOO, EH?? AN' WHAT OF WOLFMEN, AN' FUCKIN'..WITCHES an' WARLOCKS an'.."

"Bardroy witches and warlocks were real, they were merely humans who practiced early-"

"SHUT UP, YOU STUPID FUCKIN' BITCH OF A ... BEAST... AUGHH..."

He'd thrown the bottle and Sebastian had merely twisted in his seat to avoid contact.

But he sighed and looked over at where it had hit the wall and the glass and liquid was sliding down, staining it.

"I believe now is a good time to call it a night, come on now, you need to sleep."

Sebastian stood and moved to get around the table and grab the man.

But once again the man was yelling and picked up one of the empty bottles and threw it at the butler.

Sebastian weaved away again, and kept moving closer.

And then once more Bard grabbed the last and started to throw.

Sebastian was just in time to grip his hand and squeeze, preventing with just enough strength the man's ability to properly tear his hand away and do anything.

And Bardroy growled and grit his teeth like an angry little dog.

And his entire face was going red.

And Sebastian could see the veins standing out in his temple and his arms muscles clenching at the strain.

And he waited. And waited. Just holding.

Until finally Bard nearly collapsed.

Not back into the chair but almost collapsing to the floor as his arm and entire body finally gave out.

But the demon had promptly dove in to firmly wrap his free arm around the man, stabilizing him.

...

Well.. not really...

The bottle was forgotten in the demon's care for the man in his grasp still collapsing to the kitchen floor, on his knees, eyes by now shut tight and his mouth gaping as he gasped and then cried out in frustration and pain.

All because he couldn't throw a whiskey bottle at the demon.

The demon.. didn't seem to be dealing with strain from all this, but was still grimacing.

And then Bard let out a sob.

"Jus' leave me alone... jus' leave me... I... I wanna be alone I wanna... st.. stop... please..."

He wobbly pushed against the demon, but it only incidentally thrust him into the butler's livery as the butler wrapped both arms now around him.

They both sat there on their knees as Bard sobbed and blubbered and drooped against him.

And the demon... awkwardly tried.. rubbing his back and shushing him.

And Bard opened his eyes a crack, while tears still flooded out over his sharp grizzled cheeks, and stared into the muddled foreground in the dark as he sobbed and let himself be held.

"This innit real... no.... god why.... this innit real, this is jus'.. God.."

Sebastian sighed again.

Did.. Bardroy think he was having another nightmare?

He wasn't entirely surprised.

"Oh you poor old fool.."

He decided then, in that moment, if the man didn't think this moment was real...

"I'm truly sorry Bardroy, that it has to be this way. To be this.. rough and unfair..."

He'd indulge a tiny bit.

"After all, I myself didn't plan for my own teasing and counter teasing to lead to this."

He moved one hand to Bard's short scruffy hair, and dragged his gloved fingers through it.

"To this inevitable song and dance; a mating bond, and your discovery of my contract with the young master all in one."

He couldn't help even moving in closer, hovering lips and nose up close enough to have that hair tickle him.

And then bury his face there.

"...Wha?"

The man sounded confused as well as groggy.

Likely exhausted by now.

The demon hummed a purr now. He couldn't hold back.

"But despite all of this frustrating and pointless drama and angst on your part in response... I wish nothing but to keep you."

He'd let his voice dip to those inhuman growls of his real voice, as he practically kissed the man's head all over, and then pulled back to grip Bard's chin and look into his eyes.

"I want you to be my life mate. I'm satisfied that you fit the bill perfectly."

The mortal man in his grip blinked. Slowly.

"I... I don't.. this is... new..."

Sebastian smiled and nipped at his nose and then kissed his forehead.

"It is. But don't worry. Just let it be, Bard."

He had to grip him more as the man slouched further, finally giving in to unconsciousness.

'You've got so much more to worry about than a demon professing to you..."

After a few seconds of holding the man and listening for his breath to even out, his heart beat to settle, Sebastian finally tore his gaze away from him to look around in the early, early morning light at the mess in the kitchen now.

"...Like how you'll be worked overtime for this."

#HOW DID I MISSED THIS #AHHH #eating this with wine #sebard #kuroshitsuji #sebastian michaelis #bardroy #man #them

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ashestospace · 5 days

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IMPORTANT: If you either own or are in a Black Butler themed Discord server, PLEASE READ THIS

Please stay away from this user that goes by Winthlock (or Tsuki. They mostly go by Winthlock, but I'm assuming Tsuki is either one of their alts or a different username they go by)

They're not only a proshipper who raids Kuroshitsuji servers and posts disgusting images (specifically Sebaciel images) but also a hacker.

If they post a link, DO NOT CLICK IT otherwise they will receive your information.

I'm in a Black Butler roleplaying discord server and we just had one of our members hacked by this person

Said member also provided screenshots. (There's a LOOOOT of screenshots btw. Also TW for proshipping and some other gross stuff.)

Classic Sebaciel defender. Lovely. -_-

If you're wondering what Pink no Koneko is, a quick google search shows that it's one of those Sebaciel doujinshis. So now you have a good idea of what's probably behind that censor. 🤢🤮

And here is them posting the links that lead to accounts getting hacked. (In case you don't know, Grabify is what many hackers use to gain access to information such as a user's IP address)

One of the unfortunate victims is a friend of mine and in a mutual Black Butler server.

For those confused; the person who got hacked by Winthlock (whose username and pfp I censored in the blue) calling out Winthlock (who is both using the hacked account and trying to play innocent about the whole thing)

The "MA" user you're seeing in the above screenshot is the hacked account.

Please note the same profile picture.

Winthlock also goes by Winthlock03 as you can see. (Either it's their alt username or one of their alt accs)

There's also been lots of speculation about Winthlock in general; another user (censored in pink) says that they also have some experience

Another user also states their experience (censored in green)

So if the information in the above screenshots is true, then there's a good chance that Winthlock is not only a proshipper, a hacker, but also a lowkey creep lusting for an underaged character and supporting their kid sister indulging in proshipping. (Again, this part is merely speculation, no screenshots of the comments, were provided unfortunately.)

But yeah, that's the basic gist of it.

I seriously cannot believe people are this petty. Proshipping is one thing: if you ship something disgusting like Sebaciel, fine. Whatever. No point in wasting time trying to change your mind. I'll just block you and move on with my day, simple.

But raiding servers and hacking people's accounts? That's honestly inexcusable. It's honestly abhorrent. And possibly convincing young individuals that proshipping is cool and something they should do and that there's nothing wrong with it? Absolutely degenerate behavior.

And I know there's gonna be someone saying shit among the lines of "Why are you aNTIS so worked up about a fictional ship"

This proshipper is raiding discord servers and hacking people, over a fictional ship. Just think about that for at least five seconds, please.

TL;DR if this person joins your server, please block them and ban them ASAP. Do NOT click the links they post.

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