#Live Laugh Alois

[caught-in-the-vortex]

Live Laugh Protect Alois Trancy

#kuroshitsuji alois #black butler alois #alois trancy #I'm slowly turning into a Alois protection agency #Live Laugh Alois #he deserved so much better

[charlierieka14]

Okay, so here is the final version!!

One thing that I've come to love about Aloy as a character is that she is unknowingly incredible at loving and showing love, but understands very quickly that the world she lives in, often stands in its own way. So she always gives. Meeting Seyka allowed her to finally RECEIVE. Despite knowing she didn't have time for something like a romance, Aloy simply couldn't help it. She found a version of herself in Seyka that she could not only like, but love. The weight of that love seemingly frees and suffocates both of them at the same time, but they ultimately decide it's worth it. While others find hope in Aloy's abilities, Seyka discovered it in her eyes, her touch, her words.

I appreciate the little things they put into this DLC. The biggest thing I loved was getting to see Aloy live a little. Laugh, and smile and blush and be shy and be frazzled. I appreciate the boldness they built Seyka with. Bold enough to call Aloy out, bold enough to be vulnerable, bold enough to admit she lied, bold enough to admit she wanted more from Aloy.

The gay panic is top notch, the gentleness that they pull out of each other is enough to make me puke butterflies. But the biggest thing I admire most about this DLC is they were not afraid to tell the narrative that love is hard and scary and often does not come without obstacles to overcome.

I hope you all enjoy this little video of Aloy and Seyka 🙂 THRIVE IN THE GAY PANIC AND BABY GAY THAT IS ALOY! MELT IN THE BOLDNESS OF SEYKA! whatever you do, just don't forget about them? Okay?

#aloy x seyka #aloy #seyka #horizon burning shores #burning shores #baby gay #gay as fuuuuuck #soft girl #falling in love #video games #seyloy

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

If it’s not too much of a bother could I request a Yan! Vincent, undertaker, Sebastian, Claude, (and maybe Joker) with a Neytiri! Reader from Avatar (2009) if you have not watched the first or second movie then you can decline this request if you wish.

Neytiri Reader | Yandere Black Butler

Well if being 3 meters tall wasn’t enough to make you an oddity it’d be the blue skin and carrying a respirator around. You’re either the attraction of some side circus show or living as an outcast struggling to grasp the English language and bizarre culture: 

Vincent Phantomhive 

“Oh, oh my–you’re a vision of beauty.”

He doesn’t fall immediately 

Its a matter of interest 

Of course, a blue sentient creature walking around is something The Queen most certainly has a problem with

And he most certainly can’t leave you to the whim of ill-fitted criminals

“How about you stay with me…you understand me, don’t you? I’ll give you a home.”

Eventually, fascination will turn into obsession as you continue to amaze him with every passing day

It kills him when he can no longer keep your existence a secret 

But he’s going to try his hardest

“You’ll stay with me, won’t you? Even if it means burning with me, right?”

Undertaker 

“My my! Never ‘ve i seen a bean like you before. It be a feat to fit you for a coffin!”

You’re his latest case study

Even when threatened by your makeshift arrows he laughs 

“My my! The rose has thorns!”

He does so enjoy seeing how you do things 

Your inclination to nature and just all the nuances unfamiliar to him

But he finds the most enjoyment when you begin to be pursued 

Either by avid mobs or determined showmen

He finds a newfound pleasure in eliminating them

“You all must be interested in coffins for yerselves. Its a shame I’m using all my wood for someone else.”

Sebastian Michaelis

“Well young Master, you’ve already invited a giant demon hound into your home I doubt whatever they are will be that much of a stretch.” 

Your anomaly status garners his interest as it does anyone 

But he relishes in the knowledge he has of you

Especially beyond your basic respiratory needs

Your habits, the English words you understand, your inclination to nature

“I for one quite enjoy their presence. They're almost better behaved than you, young Master.”

It just the cherry on top that you happen to attract the perfect dredge to defeat feast upon

“Come on then, we must be done by dinner.”

Claude Faustus

“Oh dear, must I care for another than your highness.”

It’ll be Alois’ interest rather than his own

Set to watch you learn the world as Alois presents it 

Not on his watch

“Here when you drink, hold it like this…saying this now I realize that you’re hands dwarf the silverware. My apologies.”

You become an outlet 

A blank slate he can enjoy be in the company of

When his plans are set in motion he’ll be sure to put you in a role he appreciates 

“Now all you have to is stand still and play your part. The one I want for you”

Joker

“...Don’t I know just the place for you!”

He’s thrilled to add you to his circus

Only realizing that you're not as animalistic when threatened

“H-hey! Don’t get cross with me, this is just a precaution!”

When you two find a rhythm he discovers his hatred

His hatred of others wonder

He wanted to be the only one to give you that

So as long as you’re still oblivious he’ll begin restricting you

Locking you away as soon as the curtains close

“Come now Sapphire, we need your rest. Most of all.”

#yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere joker #yandere sebastian #yandere sebastian michaelis x reader #yandere sebastian x reader #yandere sebastian michaelis #yandere undertaker #yandere adrian crevan #yandere vincent phantomhive #yandere vincent #yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere #yanderes #yandere claude faustus #yandere claude x reader

[blues824]

hii could i get black butler characters (ciel, sebastian, claude, alois + undertaker) reacting to the reader who’s basically like has the same abilities as spiderman but they were from the future and now they’re in their world so they spend their time going on missions for the queen ? :O

Gender-neutral reader. Also, I hate spiders, so Claude is easily my least favorite character, but I somehow made his and Undertaker's the most romantic.

Ciel Phantomhive

He has heard word of a certain heroic figure that roams the streets of England. He ordered Sebastian to find out who exactly you were, and imagine his surprise when he found out it was you, who was a loyal servant to Her Majesty.

The young Phantomhive lord was definitely intrigued in your abilities, since you were completely human. He had you explain, and you had to tell him that you were from the future and the Queen employed you as her ‘knight in the night’ of sorts.

You two were often called lapdogs of the Queen, but your fights never ended in death. Yours ended in Scotland Yard getting ahold of the perpetrators and finding them wrapped up in spiderwebs. Ciel had seen a crime scene that you had been at, and he was very weirded out by it.

One time, you stayed at the Phantomhive Manor overnight since you visited and a storm came on. Mey-rin was running with expensive china and she tripped. Your spidey-sense went off and you quickly caught the dinnerware. Ciel spat out his tea in shock as he stared at you with wide-eyes.

Sebastian Michaelis

He had also caught wind of the person who prowls around at night because of the morning paper. His master had ordered to unmask you, and he couldn’t say he was exactly surprised that it was you. You always came up with not-that-great excuses, so he kind of figured it out.

You remind him of his arachnid counterpart, Claude. Faustus was a spider demon, so the correlation was understandable. However, your personality differed greatly. Plus, you did work for the Queen rather than the Trancy brat.

Sebastian has had the opportunity to gaze upon your ‘victims’ at a crime scene, all wrapped within the web that you spun. It could serve as a metaphor: he was caught in the web of your heart, finally getting to experience what it was like to be the prey rather than the predator.

Once, when you had accepted the invitation to stay at the Phantomhive Manor, the two of you were up late at night and just relaxing in each other’s presence. Then, your spidey-sense was activated and you shot a web out and accidentally caught Bard. It was very amusing to your beloved demon, but he assisted in getting the chef out.

Alois Trancy

Out of pure curiosity and frustration, he ordered Claude to show him who you were. Upon snatching the mask off of your face, Alois let out a gasp of surprise. Why, it was Her Majesty’s other lapdog! How exciting!

You can not tell me that he wouldn’t have you use your abilities to amuse him. String up his servants to the chandelier to make him laugh as they tried their hardest to escape. It was inhumane, but we all know how he is.

He has seen photographs of crime scenes where criminals are stuck in webs for the police to easily detain them, and he thinks it’s hilarious. The fact that those perpetrators were helpless as they got arrested just fueled the fire in him. 

One time, you two were out in the garden, and you had the very spontaneous idea to cling to a tree and swing. You told him to grab onto you (think MJ and Spiderman in Far From Home), and while it was a very small swing, Alois loved feeling the air on his face. He asked (demanded) you to do it again and again.

Claude Faustus

When Alois had ordered him to unmask you, he had no reaction in finding out that it was you. He already pieced it together weeks ago, considering this figure that stopped criminals came at the same time you were brought into the Queen’s court.

Two spiders just living their lives, one human and one demon. You both are caught in each other’s webs, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Besides, the abilities you have just compliment each other. You can shoot webs and he can evade them as well as break through them.

He has also had the opportunity to gaze upon a crime scene that you obviously visited, seeing as the criminals were wrapped in webbing. That’s actually how you met for the first time: you thought he was a perpetrator and you shot a web at him. He evaded it, but as your arm was out he grasped it and pulled you to his chest.

That moment is when he realized that you must have had another sense that told you he was suspicious. You later told him that it was your ‘spidey-sense’ and it was like an inhuman instinct that you frequently act upon.

Undertaker

He’s been quite sad because of the spider-like figure that has been arresting criminals rather than killing them so they end up in his shop. However, it was one day where he had decided to take a stroll to clear his mind and he saw you in an alleyway, with your costume still on but your mask was off.

What an amazing discovery! He wished he could dissect you so that he could find out how you got his abilities, but you were still alive and well. You just told him instead, how you were from the future and you got bit by a radioactive spider and that’s how you got your powers.

Undertaker has seen some crime scenes, and he’s utterly fascinated by how you shoot webs that leave the criminals immobile as the police and Scotland Yard come get them. You can not fight me when I say that when you both are romantically involved, he would kiss the web glands on your wrists. 

You both make a great couple, honestly. There have been a few times where your spidey-sense goes off when your boyfriend here tries to make a ‘doll’. They often try to attack you for some reason, so you shoot your webbing out. Undertaker rushes over to make sure you’re alright, worried that the doll had hit you.

#black butler x reader #black butler #kuroshitsuji x reader #kuroshitsuji #ciel #ciel x reader #black butler ciel #ciel phantomhive x reader #ciel phantomhive #black butler sebastian #sebastian x reader #sebastian #sebastian michaelis x reader #sebastian michaelis #alois x reader #alois #alois trancy x reader #alois trancy #black butler alois #black butler claude #claude faustus x reader #claude faustus #claude #claude x reader #undertaker x reader #undertaker #black butler undertaker

[blue-sterling0357]

Hello! Can I request Black Butler (Modern AU) with Claude's S/O and Alois attempting to bake a pie by themselves because they wanted to have a tea party but Claude was not at home/busy or smth 😳

Claude's S/O bakes a cake for him with Alois (somehow)

As the clock on the wall continues to ticking, pissing the hell out of you, you laid back on the bed you head hanging off the edge of the bed staring at the door, waiting for your husband to get home. As you continues to stare and zone out, you were absolutely interruped by Alois, the child who lived with you both.

"Hey Y/N!! Do you want to make a cake?????" Alois asked all excited while pulling your shoulder back up to make you sit up on your bed. As you look at the boy mindly asking why he wants to do such work, upon seeing your face he replies with "I want to have a tea party and since Claude isn't here, we both can spend time together!!!"

As you soundlessly agreed as it would be better than doing nothing and staying in your bed the whole day anyways and you can brush up your baking and etiquette skills as well, while also teaching Alois something so he doesn't burn his down in the future. Upon reaching the kitchen, you opened a cupboard while telling Alois to get you both somethings so he walked out of the kitchen to get it for you you smirked before turning back and shifting a few containers revealing a book hidden behind them. You told Alois to go out on purpose, so he wouldn't see where Claude kept his secret dessert cookbook.

He quickly got back and you both started wearing your aprons, and got out the ingredients needed for the specific type of cake, flour, eggs, baking soda, salt, butter, oil, sugar, milk and what not.As you began sifting the flour, Alois was asked to mix the butter with salt and sugar, as your back was turned you didn't notice Alois's hand going where they were not supposed to, until it was too late and you felt a light 'spoof' against your back, did you turn around to see a cloud of smoke of flour and Alois trying to stifle his laugh as he pretended to do his work though already knowing you knew he did that.

As you tried to brush the flour out of the apron and your shirt and at the edges of your hair, you slowly creeped up next to him, before tackling him in a tight hug and tickling his sides, refusing to leave him. Soon your giggles and Alois's loud laughs rang through the house as you both chased around with each other and fighting with pillows, trying to hit the other, but stopping in the middle for a few minutes to try and complete your cake, before Alois again picked up his pillow and smacked the back of your head without commencing another round of pillow fighting. Sooner or later, you both finally put the cake in the oven, as you now closed the door to the oven and started the timer, before extending you hand towards Alois, beckoning him to give you a high-five, which is happily did so as you both now giggled and turned around again pick-up the pillows before running off and again playing.

Upon the timer going off, you both immediately ran back into the kitchen before opening the oven. As you pulled open the oven handle, the smell wafted through the places, but as you moved your hand closer you felt the heat radiating off the metal and the cake, making you both realize it's gonna take a lot of time for it cool down and you both were kinda too lazy to wear the gloves and take out the cake of the oven and so you both were staring you hit Alois hard on the back on his head and began running and you both again started to cause chaos in the manor.

As Claude walked towards the entrance of the manor, he saw the door was open and as he pushed the door slightly using his black gloves, he stared the at the scene of manor, with things, mostly pillows scattering across the floor. As he slowly rubbed his head and took off his glasses before wiping them on the cloth inside of his suit's jacket before rubbing his nose bridge and putting them back on, annoyed as he walked in the kitchen, he saw the oven all open, though off with a cake still in oven...

As he slowly went closer, the heat he was expecting to be radiating from the oven, wasn't high as he slowly took a pair of mittens from the hooks behind the kitchen door and pulled the cake out, before setting it on the counter and taking off the gloves and sighing loudly before resting himself on the kitchen counter near the cake...

As he walked to the living room to see you and Alois snuggling on a pile of pillows, blankets and mattresses....He realised it was going to be a long day of cleaning...

#claude x reader #claude faustus #black butler #black butler headcanons #kuroshitsuji #black butler anime #kuroshitsuji claude #kuroshitsuji fanfiction #claude faustus x reader #black butler claude #black butler scenarios #black butler fanfiction #black butler alois #black butler demon #black butler x reader #black butler x female reader #black butler x you #black butler reblog

[anonymousewrites]

One Hell of a Love (Book 1.5) Chapter Nineteen

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Nineteen: One Hell of a Maze

Summary: (Y/N) escapes, and they, Sebastian, and Claude compete in the maze.

A few minutes earlier…

            (Y/N) pulled the chain keeping them trapped with all their might. They cursed whatever angels or stupid humans had crafted the collar that kept their demonic magic trapped. They couldn’t pull it to the surface as they usually did.

            (Y/N)’s eyes scanned over the bedroom they were imprisoned in. Claude had, of course, removed any Trancy artifacts that might contain magic to help (Y/N). It was up to them alone.

            (Y/N)’s eyes landed on the writing desk. They smirked.

            That was fine. They could handle this alone.

            (Y/N) moved towards the desk, jerking as the chain pulled taught. Still, it was enough, and (Y/N)’s hand closed around the letter opener, golden and sharpened by a practiced hand. (Y/N) could have laughed at how Claude’s own work would free them.

            (Y/N) moved back to the bed and pulled the chain in front of them. They set the letter opener down on the bed and pulled off one of their gloves. Their contract seal was revealed. It didn’t pulse with magic as it did when (Y/N) had a contract, but the magic sealed within was unmistakable.

            (Y/N) sighed. This was going to be so troublesome since they wouldn’t heal due to the collar, but it was what it was. (Y/N) wouldn’t back down from some pain.

            They extended the hand with the contract seal and held up the letter opener with the other. Kneeling, they felt awfully reminiscent of their human life.

            (Y/N)’s eyes flashed fuchsia. Claude wanted them because they were a unique demon with power due to having lived a human life? Well, then, that mortal life would defeat his demonic plans.

            (Y/N) knew how to call upon magic as a pitiful human. And now they would do so as a powerful demon.

            (Y/N) plunged the letter opener through their hand. The blood dripped through their palm and the contract seal on the back of their hand. It glowed a brilliant fuchsia as empowered blood poured over it, drawing magic to it.

            (Y/N) grinned through the ache of their hand as their contract seal collected power. They placed their hand over the chain connecting them to the wall. This would be enough to free them from their cell, even if not the collar.

            Their blood dripped onto the chain, and (Y/N) called upon the few scraps of memories remaining of their mortal life.

            “Sanguis magicae. Sanguis ardeat. Sanguis confractus.”

            The blood glowed fuchsia before fading to a shadowy black. It burnt through the chain, and (Y/N) watched with a smirk of satisfaction.

            Blood Magic always did the trick.

            They stood, ignoring the shift of the collar around their neck. They crossed to the window and threw it open. (Y/N)’s sharp feline eyes quickly took in the situation before them. Ciel, no, Alois by the body language, stood atop a tower at the center of a maze. Below (Y/N) in the courtyard, Claude and Sebastian were staring at the maze, clearly having been in a fight before it appeared.

            “Well, then, what will it be, Sebastian?” said Claude, staring at Sebastian with sadistic pleasure. “Rush to save your precious contract and leave behind my sweet Felis, or leave behind a delicious soul and save the demon you’re so pathetically attached to?”

            “Oh, please. Sebastian doesn’t need to rescue me,” scoffed (Y/N).

            They smirked as Sebastian and Claude looked up in surprise. They imagined it was quite a shock to poor, pitiful Claude’s plans to see (Y/N) free of the cell, contract seal exposed and thrumming with power as their blood dripping to the ground below.

            “I told you,” they said, eager to remind Claude of his place. “I don’t bow.” (Y/N)’s eyes flashed fuchsia, and they glanced at Alois. Claude wanted two things: (Y/N) and souls. Well, then, (Y/N) was going to take away both. They smirked down at him. “And now I’m going to tear apart every one of your plans.” (Y/N) jumped off the windowsill and landed within the maze.

            It was time for them to steal a soul.

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            Claude and Sebastian’s eyes met. Now it was Sebastian with the smirk and Claude with the anger in his eyes.

            “I warned you they wouldn’t fall for your tricks,” said Sebastian.

            Claude’s eyes narrowed. “And yet it still remains a question of who will get to them first. All we desire is within the maze. A delicious soul and the devilish Felis. To the winner go the spoils.”

            “Felis is no reward for you,” said Sebastian. He smirked. “They’ve already shown themself to be far more cunning than you.” His eyes moved to the maze entrance. “Besides, I will be the victor in this race.”

            “We shall see,” said Claude. And both demons ran into the maze.

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            Claude ran through the maze, dodging traps and answering questions. It was just too easy for him. It was perfect. Alois was in control and wanted him, so Claude would win this race. He would get Alois and Ciel’s souls, and then he’d ensure (Y/N) didn’t escape him again.

            He wasn’t sure how (Y/N) managed to get out this time, but he’d make sure they never even thought about escaping again. The punishment he’d have to give them for leaving…He smirked. He suspected blood would look attractive across (Y/N)’s skin.

            Claude’s grin fell as he heard Sebastian catching up with him along another path of the maze. That was right. The raven demon was attached to (Y/N). Claude despised it. (Y/N) was his, and Sebastian didn’t have the guts to properly make (Y/N) his thrall. What Sebastian could gain from just having (Y/N) as a companion escaped Claude. No one had value if he didn’t gain something by association.

            But Claude supposed he’d never have to find out. He wasn’t going to make a mistake this time, and (Y/N) would be his.

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            Sebastian’s eyes narrowed as Alois’s questions once again proved to be whatever his mind viewed as true rather than objective fact. The entire maze was skewed in Claude’s favor. However, Sebastian wouldn’t allow that to hold him back. He was not a demon to give up, especially not when his contract or his love were on the line.

            Claude would not get to take Ciel’s soul or (Y/N) in any way.

            Sebastian would regain his Master’s soul and break (Y/N) free of the collar Claude dared to close around their neck. And whatever Claude had attempted against (Y/N), Sebastian would repay the pain, mental or physical, in kind. Sebastian had sworn to make Claude see the consequences of his actions, and he didn’t make vows lightly. Sebastian had already decided Claude’s fate. Hands, tongue, eyes…

            Sebastian’s senses picked up a trace of (Y/N)’s aura ahead. They were making good time through the maze. Sebastian smirked. It was two versus one for Claude. (Y/N) and Sebastian were a team. Besides, Sebastian rather liked the idea of watching (Y/N) complete whatever plan they had in mind to make Claude pay for attempting to force them into submission.

            And then, once the entire situation was finished, Sebastian would ensure (Y/N) understood that he would never have left them with Claude. He wouldn’t leave them with any doubt that he was as loyal to them even as a friend while he wanted more, wanted them as they were to him.

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            (Y/N) was tempted to burn the whole damn maze down. They weren’t sure that the power they’d summoned through the blood magic could even summon a fire large enough to consume the hedges around them, but they also acknowledged that it was to their tactical to leave the maze up. Alois was playing his game with Claude and Sebastian. He didn’t even look at (Y/N) (which could backfire for him), and they only had to worry for the basic traps and fairly simple maze. Besides that, the collar on their neck dampened their power, meaning the maze didn’t notice them either.

            (Y/N) smirked at the knowledge that Claude and Alois had literally set themselves up for failure. It hadn’t been a particularly long time since their last contract (Rest in Peace Baroness, you were a darling –(Y/N)), but (Y/N) dearly looked forward to watching two men who adored holding their power over others fall from their pedestals and get shown their true place in life—below (Y/N).

            They came to a stop below the tower of roots and vines. They clicked their tongue. (Y/N) could hear Sebastian and Claude making their way through the maze behind them, but they weren’t going to stop. (Y/N) was getting onto the top of that tower, abilities or not. (Seriously, if Alois could do it in the body of a young boy, (Y/N) could do it).

            (Y/N) pulled themself up the roots of the tree tower. Even as they heard Claude and Sebastian behind them, they kept their eyes on the top and moved upwards, their claws sinking into the wood. (Y/N) didn’t back down for a moment, using all of their skills not associated with magic.

            Finally, finally, as the moon hung high in the sky, (Y/N) pulled themself onto the top of the tower. The earth spanned their sight below them, but they turned to face Alois in Ciel’s body. (Y/N) blinked. And, apparently, they were facing Hannah.

            The demoness, standing tall and strong in a stark contrast to how she’d acted previously, faced (Y/N) and raised an eyebrow. She had mismatched eyes, one a dark blue, one a pale blue. “I admit, I hadn’t expected this.”

            “I hadn’t expected you, either, but then again, you were acting awfully weak for a demoness who is clearly powerful,” said (Y/N).

            “Hannah, what’s going on?” said Alois angrily.

            “Someone’s won the game. An unexpected player,” said Hannah. “I will have to honor the victory, then.”

            “What?! No! I wanted Claude to win!” said Alois, stamping his foot.

            “And I as well desired another outcome, but I, unlike Aranea, honor my vows,” said Hannah.

            Alois backed up as Hannah approached, trying to bat her away, but Hannah was a demon. She smoothly pulled the red and gold ring from Ciel’s finger, and the crazed light of Alois’s gaze in his eyes went out. Ciel’s body swayed before collapsing after the endurance of the battle of souls within his mind. Hannah knelt and pulled the ring with Ciel’s soul off as well.

            (Y/N) raised an eyebrow. “You’re letting go of their souls quite easily.”

            “I had hoped to create a contract with Alois by giving him a new body,” said Hannah. “I started the game to prove to him Claude didn’t care for him. However, to lure Claude in, I had to vow to give over the desired souls to whoever made it here.” Her heterochromatic eyes landed on (Y/N) “You arrived here before Claude’s true feelings could be shown. I was unable to create a contract with Alois. Therefore, I have nothing to gain by fighting you.” She held out the rings to (Y/N). “And as I said, I honor my vows. You earned the souls.”

            (Y/N) picked up the rings. They glanced at Hannah. “Why did you want Alois’s soul? Your interest in it doesn’t seem as…culinary as Claude’s.”

            “I wished to unite him with his brother,” said Hannah. “By creating a contract with him, I would tie his soul to me just as I did his brother, and then they would be together.” She smiled lightly. “You may not understand, not many demons become…soft for contracts, but that is why.”

            (Y/N)’s nose twitched as they considered. Then they held out the red and gold ring. “Take it.”

            Hannah blinked. “…Take it?”

            “Frankly, I don’t want anything to do with Alois’s soul, and it would ruin Claude to have also Alois’s soul stolen from him,” said (Y/N). “Take the soul, find another body for it, make your contract. I don’t understand why you would care about Alois, but I have no reason to stop you.”

            Hannah took the ring. “You are quite a strange demon.”

            “So I’ve been told. But those who say so have never lived a human life,” remarked (Y/N).

            “That explains it,” said Hannah.

            “Explains what?” asked (Y/N).

            Hannah smirked. “You radiate the energy of a soul who reached fullness, that achieved its goals prior to death. Demons typically feel…empty, having never possessed their own soul. Traces of your soul are burned into your demonic aura.”

            “You would assume Claude would know better than to threaten me, then, since I clearly came out on top the last time it happened,” said (Y/N). They knew their own past. They had complete clarity on every moment leading up to their death. They might have died, but they had left their mortal life with a grin on their face and power thrumming through their veins.

            “Claude is a fool, an arrogant demon who knows nothing else than his own mind and desires,” said Hannah coldly.

            “Is that why it was so easy for you to pretend to be weak?” said (Y/N), tempted to chuckle.

            “Yes, you mentioned you saw through it,” said Hannah musingly. A smile appeared on her lilac lips. “Men do not. It is part of being a feminine being or playing a feminine role, isn’t it? They never suspect us.”

            (Y/N) smirked. “They do not.” The number of times (Y/N) had contracts with women finally taking power from the men using their born power to abuse them was numerous, and each time, (Y/N) had enjoyed the shock and horror on the men’s faces when they realized the people they had overlooked now had the power. “And that is always their downfall.”

            “Then we understand each other,” said Hannah. She pocketed Alois’s soul-ring. “I shall take my leave of you.” She glanced at (Y/N). “I wish you well in the battle against Claude.” She smirked. “In fact…” She opened her mouth and reached into her throat. She pulled out Laevateinn. “This should assist you.”

            “It shall,” said (Y/N), taking the demon sword.

            Hannah nodded. “Farewell, (Y/N).”

            “Goodbye, Hannah.”

            The mauve demon leapt from the tower into the air, disappearing in a swirl of shadows and demonic magic. Behind (Y/N), Claude and Sebastian leapt onto the platform, and they turned to face them.

            “(Y/N),” said Sebastian. A smirk that teetered on the edge of a genuine smile split his features as he gazed at them.

            “Sebastian,” said (Y/N), grinning back.

            “What have you done to the Young Master?” said Claude angrily.

            (Y/N) held up the Phantomhive ring. “I freed him.” Their grin turned into a devilish smirk. “Oh, and if you’re wondering about Alois…he’s gone. I gave his soul to Hannah.”

            Claude’s golden eyes flashed fuchsia in anger. Ciel’s soul was free of Alois’s influence. Alois’s soul was lost to Claude. He would have no meal. And (Y/N) stood having escaped his clutches. His plans had gone up in flames.

            “Excellent work,” said Sebastian. (Y/N) smiled and handed Ciel’s soul to him, finally back with its true demonic contract.

            (Y/N) turned to Claude. “I told you that I would tear apart every one of your plans.”

            “You forget that I wanted one final thing,” said Claude, eyes a predatory fuchsia. “I want you, Felis. And you’re still in my grasp.”

            Claude lunged, grabbed (Y/N), and launched off the tower towards the ground below. Sebastian grabbed Laevateinn and jumped after them. It was time for Claude to be ended.

            Hands, tongue, eyes…

A few minutes earlier…

            (Y/N) pulled the chain keeping them trapped with all their might. They cursed whatever angels or stupid humans had crafted the collar that kept their demonic magic trapped. They couldn’t pull it to the surface as they usually did.

            (Y/N)’s eyes scanned over the bedroom they were imprisoned in. Claude had, of course, removed any Trancy artifacts that might contain magic to help (Y/N). It was up to them alone.

            (Y/N)’s eyes landed on the writing desk. They smirked.

            That was fine. They could handle this alone.

            (Y/N) moved towards the desk, jerking as the chain pulled taught. Still, it was enough, and (Y/N)’s hand closed around the letter opener, golden and sharpened by a practiced hand. (Y/N) could have laughed at how Claude’s own work would free them.

            (Y/N) moved back to the bed and pulled the chain in front of them. They set the letter opener down on the bed and pulled off one of their gloves. Their contract seal was revealed. It didn’t pulse with magic as it did when (Y/N) had a contract, but the magic sealed within was unmistakable.

            (Y/N) sighed. This was going to be so troublesome since they wouldn’t heal due to the collar, but it was what it was. (Y/N) wouldn’t back down from some pain.

            They extended the hand with the contract seal and held up the letter opener with the other. Kneeling, they felt awfully reminiscent of their human life.

            (Y/N)’s eyes flashed fuchsia. Claude wanted them because they were a unique demon with power due to having lived a human life? Well, then, that mortal life would defeat his demonic plans.

            (Y/N) knew how to call upon magic as a pitiful human. And now they would do so as a powerful demon.

            (Y/N) plunged the letter opener through their hand. The blood dripped through their palm and the contract seal on the back of their hand. It glowed a brilliant fuchsia as empowered blood poured over it, drawing magic to it.

            (Y/N) grinned through the ache of their hand as their contract seal collected power. They placed their hand over the chain connecting them to the wall. This would be enough to free them from their cell, even if not the collar.

            Their blood dripped onto the chain, and (Y/N) called upon the few scraps of memories remaining of their mortal life.

            “Sanguis magicae. Sanguis ardeat. Sanguis confractus.”

            The blood glowed fuchsia before fading to a shadowy black. It burnt through the chain, and (Y/N) watched with a smirk of satisfaction.

            Blood Magic always did the trick.

            They stood, ignoring the shift of the collar around their neck. They crossed to the window and threw it open. (Y/N)’s sharp feline eyes quickly took in the situation before them. Ciel, no, Alois by the body language, stood atop a tower at the center of a maze. Below (Y/N) in the courtyard, Claude and Sebastian were staring at the maze, clearly having been in a fight before it appeared.

            “Well, then, what will it be, Sebastian?” said Claude, staring at Sebastian with sadistic pleasure. “Rush to save your precious contract and leave behind my sweet Felis, or leave behind a delicious soul and save the demon you’re so pathetically attached to?”

            “Oh, please. Sebastian doesn’t need to rescue me,” scoffed (Y/N).

            They smirked as Sebastian and Claude looked up in surprise. They imagined it was quite a shock to poor, pitiful Claude’s plans to see (Y/N) free of the cell, contract seal exposed and thrumming with power as their blood dripping to the ground below.

            “I told you,” they said, eager to remind Claude of his place. “I don’t bow.” (Y/N)’s eyes flashed fuchsia, and they glanced at Alois. Claude wanted two things: (Y/N) and souls. Well, then, (Y/N) was going to take away both. They smirked down at him. “And now I’m going to tear apart every one of your plans.” (Y/N) jumped off the windowsill and landed within the maze.

            It was time for them to steal a soul.

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            Claude and Sebastian’s eyes met. Now it was Sebastian with the smirk and Claude with the anger in his eyes.

            “I warned you they wouldn’t fall for your tricks,” said Sebastian.

            Claude’s eyes narrowed. “And yet it still remains a question of who will get to them first. All we desire is within the maze. A delicious soul and the devilish Felis. To the winner go the spoils.”

            “Felis is no reward for you,” said Sebastian. He smirked. “They’ve already shown themself to be far more cunning than you.” His eyes moved to the maze entrance. “Besides, I will be the victor in this race.”

            “We shall see,” said Claude. And both demons ran into the maze.

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            Claude ran through the maze, dodging traps and answering questions. It was just too easy for him. It was perfect. Alois was in control and wanted him, so Claude would win this race. He would get Alois and Ciel’s souls, and then he’d ensure (Y/N) didn’t escape him again.

            He wasn’t sure how (Y/N) managed to get out this time, but he’d make sure they never even thought about escaping again. The punishment he’d have to give them for leaving…He smirked. He suspected blood would look attractive across (Y/N)’s skin.

            Claude’s grin fell as he heard Sebastian catching up with him along another path of the maze. That was right. The raven demon was attached to (Y/N). Claude despised it. (Y/N) was his, and Sebastian didn’t have the guts to properly make (Y/N) his thrall. What Sebastian could gain from just having (Y/N) as a companion escaped Claude. No one had value if he didn’t gain something by association.

            But Claude supposed he’d never have to find out. He wasn’t going to make a mistake this time, and (Y/N) would be his.

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            Sebastian’s eyes narrowed as Alois’s questions once again proved to be whatever his mind viewed as true rather than objective fact. The entire maze was skewed in Claude’s favor. However, Sebastian wouldn’t allow that to hold him back. He was not a demon to give up, especially not when his contract or his love were on the line.

            Claude would not get to take Ciel’s soul or (Y/N) in any way.

            Sebastian would regain his Master’s soul and break (Y/N) free of the collar Claude dared to close around their neck. And whatever Claude had attempted against (Y/N), Sebastian would repay the pain, mental or physical, in kind. Sebastian had sworn to make Claude see the consequences of his actions, and he didn’t make vows lightly. Sebastian had already decided Claude’s fate. Hands, tongue, eyes…

            Sebastian’s senses picked up a trace of (Y/N)’s aura ahead. They were making good time through the maze. Sebastian smirked. It was two versus one for Claude. (Y/N) and Sebastian were a team. Besides, Sebastian rather liked the idea of watching (Y/N) complete whatever plan they had in mind to make Claude pay for attempting to force them into submission.

            And then, once the entire situation was finished, Sebastian would ensure (Y/N) understood that he would never have left them with Claude. He wouldn’t leave them with any doubt that he was as loyal to them even as a friend while he wanted more, wanted them as they were to him.

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            (Y/N) was tempted to burn the whole damn maze down. They weren’t sure that the power they’d summoned through the blood magic could even summon a fire large enough to consume the hedges around them, but they also acknowledged that it was to their tactical to leave the maze up. Alois was playing his game with Claude and Sebastian. He didn’t even look at (Y/N) (which could backfire for him), and they only had to worry for the basic traps and fairly simple maze. Besides that, the collar on their neck dampened their power, meaning the maze didn’t notice them either.

            (Y/N) smirked at the knowledge that Claude and Alois had literally set themselves up for failure. It hadn’t been a particularly long time since their last contract (Rest in Peace Baroness, you were a darling –(Y/N)), but (Y/N) dearly looked forward to watching two men who adored holding their power over others fall from their pedestals and get shown their true place in life—below (Y/N).

            They came to a stop below the tower of roots and vines. They clicked their tongue. (Y/N) could hear Sebastian and Claude making their way through the maze behind them, but they weren’t going to stop. (Y/N) was getting onto the top of that tower, abilities or not. (Seriously, if Alois could do it in the body of a young boy, (Y/N) could do it).

            (Y/N) pulled themself up the roots of the tree tower. Even as they heard Claude and Sebastian behind them, they kept their eyes on the top and moved upwards, their claws sinking into the wood. (Y/N) didn’t back down for a moment, using all of their skills not associated with magic.

            Finally, finally, as the moon hung high in the sky, (Y/N) pulled themself onto the top of the tower. The earth spanned their sight below them, but they turned to face Alois in Ciel’s body. (Y/N) blinked. And, apparently, they were facing Hannah.

            The demoness, standing tall and strong in a stark contrast to how she’d acted previously, faced (Y/N) and raised an eyebrow. She had mismatched eyes, one a dark blue, one a pale blue. “I admit, I hadn’t expected this.”

            “I hadn’t expected you, either, but then again, you were acting awfully weak for a demoness who is clearly powerful,” said (Y/N).

            “Hannah, what’s going on?” said Alois angrily.

            “Someone’s won the game. An unexpected player,” said Hannah. “I will have to honor the victory, then.”

            “What?! No! I wanted Claude to win!” said Alois, stamping his foot.

            “And I as well desired another outcome, but I, unlike Aranea, honor my vows,” said Hannah.

            Alois backed up as Hannah approached, trying to bat her away, but Hannah was a demon. She smoothly pulled the red and gold ring from Ciel’s finger, and the crazed light of Alois’s gaze in his eyes went out. Ciel’s body swayed before collapsing after the endurance of the battle of souls within his mind. Hannah knelt and pulled the ring with Ciel’s soul off as well.

            (Y/N) raised an eyebrow. “You’re letting go of their souls quite easily.”

            “I had hoped to create a contract with Alois by giving him a new body,” said Hannah. “I started the game to prove to him Claude didn’t care for him. However, to lure Claude in, I had to vow to give over the desired souls to whoever made it here.” Her heterochromatic eyes landed on (Y/N) “You arrived here before Claude’s true feelings could be shown. I was unable to create a contract with Alois. Therefore, I have nothing to gain by fighting you.” She held out the rings to (Y/N). “And as I said, I honor my vows. You earned the souls.”

            (Y/N) picked up the rings. They glanced at Hannah. “Why did you want Alois’s soul? Your interest in it doesn’t seem as…culinary as Claude’s.”

            “I wished to unite him with his brother,” said Hannah. “By creating a contract with him, I would tie his soul to me just as I did his brother, and then they would be together.” She smiled lightly. “You may not understand, not many demons become…soft for contracts, but that is why.”

            (Y/N)’s nose twitched as they considered. Then they held out the red and gold ring. “Take it.”

            Hannah blinked. “…Take it?”

            “Frankly, I don’t want anything to do with Alois’s soul, and it would ruin Claude to have also Alois’s soul stolen from him,” said (Y/N). “Take the soul, find another body for it, make your contract. I don’t understand why you would care about Alois, but I have no reason to stop you.”

            Hannah took the ring. “You are quite a strange demon.”

            “So I’ve been told. But those who say so have never lived a human life,” remarked (Y/N).

            “That explains it,” said Hannah.

            “Explains what?” asked (Y/N).

            Hannah smirked. “You radiate the energy of a soul who reached fullness, that achieved its goals prior to death. Demons typically feel…empty, having never possessed their own soul. Traces of your soul are burned into your demonic aura.”

            “You would assume Claude would know better than to threaten me, then, since I clearly came out on top the last time it happened,” said (Y/N). They knew their own past. They had complete clarity on every moment leading up to their death. They might have died, but they had left their mortal life with a grin on their face and power thrumming through their veins.

            “Claude is a fool, an arrogant demon who knows nothing else than his own mind and desires,” said Hannah coldly.

            “Is that why it was so easy for you to pretend to be weak?” said (Y/N), tempted to chuckle.

            “Yes, you mentioned you saw through it,” said Hannah musingly. A smile appeared on her lilac lips. “Men do not. It is part of being a feminine being or playing a feminine role, isn’t it? They never suspect us.”

            (Y/N) smirked. “They do not.” The number of times (Y/N) had contracts with women finally taking power from the men using their born power to abuse them was numerous, and each time, (Y/N) had enjoyed the shock and horror on the men’s faces when they realized the people they had overlooked now had the power. “And that is always their downfall.”

            “Then we understand each other,” said Hannah. She pocketed Alois’s soul-ring. “I shall take my leave of you.” She glanced at (Y/N). “I wish you well in the battle against Claude.” She smirked. “In fact…” She opened her mouth and reached into her throat. She pulled out Laevateinn. “This should assist you.”

            “It shall,” said (Y/N), taking the demon sword.

            Hannah nodded. “Farewell, (Y/N).”

            “Goodbye, Hannah.”

            The mauve demon leapt from the tower into the air, disappearing in a swirl of shadows and demonic magic. Behind (Y/N), Claude and Sebastian leapt onto the platform, and they turned to face them.

            “(Y/N),” said Sebastian. A smirk that teetered on the edge of a genuine smile split his features as he gazed at them.

            “Sebastian,” said (Y/N), grinning back.

            “What have you done to the Young Master?” said Claude angrily.

            (Y/N) held up the Phantomhive ring. “I freed him.” Their grin turned into a devilish smirk. “Oh, and if you’re wondering about Alois…he’s gone. I gave his soul to Hannah.”

            Claude’s golden eyes flashed fuchsia in anger. Ciel’s soul was free of Alois’s influence. Alois’s soul was lost to Claude. He would have no meal. And (Y/N) stood having escaped his clutches. His plans had gone up in flames.

            “Excellent work,” said Sebastian. (Y/N) smiled and handed Ciel’s soul to him, finally back with its true demonic contract.

            (Y/N) turned to Claude. “I told you that I would tear apart every one of your plans.”

            “You forget that I wanted one final thing,” said Claude, eyes a predatory fuchsia. “I want you, Felis. And you’re still in my grasp.”

            Claude lunged, grabbed (Y/N), and launched off the tower towards the ground below. Sebastian grabbed Laevateinn and jumped after them. It was time for Claude to be ended.

            Hands, tongue, eyes…

A few minutes earlier…

            (Y/N) pulled the chain keeping them trapped with all their might. They cursed whatever angels or stupid humans had crafted the collar that kept their demonic magic trapped. They couldn’t pull it to the surface as they usually did.

            (Y/N)’s eyes scanned over the bedroom they were imprisoned in. Claude had, of course, removed any Trancy artifacts that might contain magic to help (Y/N). It was up to them alone.

            (Y/N)’s eyes landed on the writing desk. They smirked.

            That was fine. They could handle this alone.

            (Y/N) moved towards the desk, jerking as the chain pulled taught. Still, it was enough, and (Y/N)’s hand closed around the letter opener, golden and sharpened by a practiced hand. (Y/N) could have laughed at how Claude’s own work would free them.

            (Y/N) moved back to the bed and pulled the chain in front of them. They set the letter opener down on the bed and pulled off one of their gloves. Their contract seal was revealed. It didn’t pulse with magic as it did when (Y/N) had a contract, but the magic sealed within was unmistakable.

            (Y/N) sighed. This was going to be so troublesome since they wouldn’t heal due to the collar, but it was what it was. (Y/N) wouldn’t back down from some pain.

            They extended the hand with the contract seal and held up the letter opener with the other. Kneeling, they felt awfully reminiscent of their human life.

            (Y/N)’s eyes flashed fuchsia. Claude wanted them because they were a unique demon with power due to having lived a human life? Well, then, that mortal life would defeat his demonic plans.

            (Y/N) knew how to call upon magic as a pitiful human. And now they would do so as a powerful demon.

            (Y/N) plunged the letter opener through their hand. The blood dripped through their palm and the contract seal on the back of their hand. It glowed a brilliant fuchsia as empowered blood poured over it, drawing magic to it.

            (Y/N) grinned through the ache of their hand as their contract seal collected power. They placed their hand over the chain connecting them to the wall. This would be enough to free them from their cell, even if not the collar.

            Their blood dripped onto the chain, and (Y/N) called upon the few scraps of memories remaining of their mortal life.

            “Sanguis magicae. Sanguis ardeat. Sanguis confractus.”

            The blood glowed fuchsia before fading to a shadowy black. It burnt through the chain, and (Y/N) watched with a smirk of satisfaction.

            Blood Magic always did the trick.

            They stood, ignoring the shift of the collar around their neck. They crossed to the window and threw it open. (Y/N)’s sharp feline eyes quickly took in the situation before them. Ciel, no, Alois by the body language, stood atop a tower at the center of a maze. Below (Y/N) in the courtyard, Claude and Sebastian were staring at the maze, clearly having been in a fight before it appeared.

            “Well, then, what will it be, Sebastian?” said Claude, staring at Sebastian with sadistic pleasure. “Rush to save your precious contract and leave behind my sweet Felis, or leave behind a delicious soul and save the demon you’re so pathetically attached to?”

            “Oh, please. Sebastian doesn’t need to rescue me,” scoffed (Y/N).

            They smirked as Sebastian and Claude looked up in surprise. They imagined it was quite a shock to poor, pitiful Claude’s plans to see (Y/N) free of the cell, contract seal exposed and thrumming with power as their blood dripping to the ground below.

            “I told you,” they said, eager to remind Claude of his place. “I don’t bow.” (Y/N)’s eyes flashed fuchsia, and they glanced at Alois. Claude wanted two things: (Y/N) and souls. Well, then, (Y/N) was going to take away both. They smirked down at him. “And now I’m going to tear apart every one of your plans.” (Y/N) jumped off the windowsill and landed within the maze.

            It was time for them to steal a soul.

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            Claude and Sebastian’s eyes met. Now it was Sebastian with the smirk and Claude with the anger in his eyes.

            “I warned you they wouldn’t fall for your tricks,” said Sebastian.

            Claude’s eyes narrowed. “And yet it still remains a question of who will get to them first. All we desire is within the maze. A delicious soul and the devilish Felis. To the winner go the spoils.”

            “Felis is no reward for you,” said Sebastian. He smirked. “They’ve already shown themself to be far more cunning than you.” His eyes moved to the maze entrance. “Besides, I will be the victor in this race.”

            “We shall see,” said Claude. And both demons ran into the maze.

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            Claude ran through the maze, dodging traps and answering questions. It was just too easy for him. It was perfect. Alois was in control and wanted him, so Claude would win this race. He would get Alois and Ciel’s souls, and then he’d ensure (Y/N) didn’t escape him again.

            He wasn’t sure how (Y/N) managed to get out this time, but he’d make sure they never even thought about escaping again. The punishment he’d have to give them for leaving…He smirked. He suspected blood would look attractive across (Y/N)’s skin.

            Claude’s grin fell as he heard Sebastian catching up with him along another path of the maze. That was right. The raven demon was attached to (Y/N). Claude despised it. (Y/N) was his, and Sebastian didn’t have the guts to properly make (Y/N) his thrall. What Sebastian could gain from just having (Y/N) as a companion escaped Claude. No one had value if he didn’t gain something by association.

            But Claude supposed he’d never have to find out. He wasn’t going to make a mistake this time, and (Y/N) would be his.

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            Sebastian’s eyes narrowed as Alois’s questions once again proved to be whatever his mind viewed as true rather than objective fact. The entire maze was skewed in Claude’s favor. However, Sebastian wouldn’t allow that to hold him back. He was not a demon to give up, especially not when his contract or his love were on the line.

            Claude would not get to take Ciel’s soul or (Y/N) in any way.

            Sebastian would regain his Master’s soul and break (Y/N) free of the collar Claude dared to close around their neck. And whatever Claude had attempted against (Y/N), Sebastian would repay the pain, mental or physical, in kind. Sebastian had sworn to make Claude see the consequences of his actions, and he didn’t make vows lightly. Sebastian had already decided Claude’s fate. Hands, tongue, eyes…

            Sebastian’s senses picked up a trace of (Y/N)’s aura ahead. They were making good time through the maze. Sebastian smirked. It was two versus one for Claude. (Y/N) and Sebastian were a team. Besides, Sebastian rather liked the idea of watching (Y/N) complete whatever plan they had in mind to make Claude pay for attempting to force them into submission.

            And then, once the entire situation was finished, Sebastian would ensure (Y/N) understood that he would never have left them with Claude. He wouldn’t leave them with any doubt that he was as loyal to them even as a friend while he wanted more, wanted them as they were to him.

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            (Y/N) was tempted to burn the whole damn maze down. They weren’t sure that the power they’d summoned through the blood magic could even summon a fire large enough to consume the hedges around them, but they also acknowledged that it was to their tactical to leave the maze up. Alois was playing his game with Claude and Sebastian. He didn’t even look at (Y/N) (which could backfire for him), and they only had to worry for the basic traps and fairly simple maze. Besides that, the collar on their neck dampened their power, meaning the maze didn’t notice them either.

            (Y/N) smirked at the knowledge that Claude and Alois had literally set themselves up for failure. It hadn’t been a particularly long time since their last contract (Rest in Peace Baroness, you were a darling –(Y/N)), but (Y/N) dearly looked forward to watching two men who adored holding their power over others fall from their pedestals and get shown their true place in life—below (Y/N).

            They came to a stop below the tower of roots and vines. They clicked their tongue. (Y/N) could hear Sebastian and Claude making their way through the maze behind them, but they weren’t going to stop. (Y/N) was getting onto the top of that tower, abilities or not. (Seriously, if Alois could do it in the body of a young boy, (Y/N) could do it).

            (Y/N) pulled themself up the roots of the tree tower. Even as they heard Claude and Sebastian behind them, they kept their eyes on the top and moved upwards, their claws sinking into the wood. (Y/N) didn’t back down for a moment, using all of their skills not associated with magic.

            Finally, finally, as the moon hung high in the sky, (Y/N) pulled themself onto the top of the tower. The earth spanned their sight below them, but they turned to face Alois in Ciel’s body. (Y/N) blinked. And, apparently, they were facing Hannah.

            The demoness, standing tall and strong in a stark contrast to how she’d acted previously, faced (Y/N) and raised an eyebrow. She had mismatched eyes, one a dark blue, one a pale blue. “I admit, I hadn’t expected this.”

            “I hadn’t expected you, either, but then again, you were acting awfully weak for a demoness who is clearly powerful,” said (Y/N).

            “Hannah, what’s going on?” said Alois angrily.

            “Someone’s won the game. An unexpected player,” said Hannah. “I will have to honor the victory, then.”

            “What?! No! I wanted Claude to win!” said Alois, stamping his foot.

            “And I as well desired another outcome, but I, unlike Aranea, honor my vows,” said Hannah.

            Alois backed up as Hannah approached, trying to bat her away, but Hannah was a demon. She smoothly pulled the red and gold ring from Ciel’s finger, and the crazed light of Alois’s gaze in his eyes went out. Ciel’s body swayed before collapsing after the endurance of the battle of souls within his mind. Hannah knelt and pulled the ring with Ciel’s soul off as well.

            (Y/N) raised an eyebrow. “You’re letting go of their souls quite easily.”

            “I had hoped to create a contract with Alois by giving him a new body,” said Hannah. “I started the game to prove to him Claude didn’t care for him. However, to lure Claude in, I had to vow to give over the desired souls to whoever made it here.” Her heterochromatic eyes landed on (Y/N) “You arrived here before Claude’s true feelings could be shown. I was unable to create a contract with Alois. Therefore, I have nothing to gain by fighting you.” She held out the rings to (Y/N). “And as I said, I honor my vows. You earned the souls.”

            (Y/N) picked up the rings. They glanced at Hannah. “Why did you want Alois’s soul? Your interest in it doesn’t seem as…culinary as Claude’s.”

            “I wished to unite him with his brother,” said Hannah. “By creating a contract with him, I would tie his soul to me just as I did his brother, and then they would be together.” She smiled lightly. “You may not understand, not many demons become…soft for contracts, but that is why.”

            (Y/N)’s nose twitched as they considered. Then they held out the red and gold ring. “Take it.”

            Hannah blinked. “…Take it?”

            “Frankly, I don’t want anything to do with Alois’s soul, and it would ruin Claude to have also Alois’s soul stolen from him,” said (Y/N). “Take the soul, find another body for it, make your contract. I don’t understand why you would care about Alois, but I have no reason to stop you.”

            Hannah took the ring. “You are quite a strange demon.”

            “So I’ve been told. But those who say so have never lived a human life,” remarked (Y/N).

            “That explains it,” said Hannah.

            “Explains what?” asked (Y/N).

            Hannah smirked. “You radiate the energy of a soul who reached fullness, that achieved its goals prior to death. Demons typically feel…empty, having never possessed their own soul. Traces of your soul are burned into your demonic aura.”

            “You would assume Claude would know better than to threaten me, then, since I clearly came out on top the last time it happened,” said (Y/N). They knew their own past. They had complete clarity on every moment leading up to their death. They might have died, but they had left their mortal life with a grin on their face and power thrumming through their veins.

            “Claude is a fool, an arrogant demon who knows nothing else than his own mind and desires,” said Hannah coldly.

            “Is that why it was so easy for you to pretend to be weak?” said (Y/N), tempted to chuckle.

            “Yes, you mentioned you saw through it,” said Hannah musingly. A smile appeared on her lilac lips. “Men do not. It is part of being a feminine being or playing a feminine role, isn’t it? They never suspect us.”

            (Y/N) smirked. “They do not.” The number of times (Y/N) had contracts with women finally taking power from the men using their born power to abuse them was numerous, and each time, (Y/N) had enjoyed the shock and horror on the men’s faces when they realized the people they had overlooked now had the power. “And that is always their downfall.”

            “Then we understand each other,” said Hannah. She pocketed Alois’s soul-ring. “I shall take my leave of you.” She glanced at (Y/N). “I wish you well in the battle against Claude.” She smirked. “In fact…” She opened her mouth and reached into her throat. She pulled out Laevateinn. “This should assist you.”

            “It shall,” said (Y/N), taking the demon sword.

            Hannah nodded. “Farewell, (Y/N).”

            “Goodbye, Hannah.”

            The mauve demon leapt from the tower into the air, disappearing in a swirl of shadows and demonic magic. Behind (Y/N), Claude and Sebastian leapt onto the platform, and they turned to face them.

            “(Y/N),” said Sebastian. A smirk that teetered on the edge of a genuine smile split his features as he gazed at them.

            “Sebastian,” said (Y/N), grinning back.

            “What have you done to the Young Master?” said Claude angrily.

            (Y/N) held up the Phantomhive ring. “I freed him.” Their grin turned into a devilish smirk. “Oh, and if you’re wondering about Alois…he’s gone. I gave his soul to Hannah.”

            Claude’s golden eyes flashed fuchsia in anger. Ciel’s soul was free of Alois’s influence. Alois’s soul was lost to Claude. He would have no meal. And (Y/N) stood having escaped his clutches. His plans had gone up in flames.

            “Excellent work,” said Sebastian. (Y/N) smiled and handed Ciel’s soul to him, finally back with its true demonic contract.

            (Y/N) turned to Claude. “I told you that I would tear apart every one of your plans.”

            “You forget that I wanted one final thing,” said Claude, eyes a predatory fuchsia. “I want you, Felis. And you’re still in my grasp.”

            Claude lunged, grabbed (Y/N), and launched off the tower towards the ground below. Sebastian grabbed Laevateinn and jumped after them. It was time for Claude to be ended.

            Hands, tongue, eyes…

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just stay for one more night

Seyka hums a giggle at the projection as the animated figures zip back and forth. The way the pictures move still amazes her, and had someone told her a year ago that she’d be watching cartoon movies deep in a mountain with the woman of her dreams, she’d think they were crazy.

But it’s happening, here and now. It’s rare that they get a moment like this. Aloy is often spending a lot of time in the wilds, solving the mystery that is Nemesis, while Seyka and the others stay at the base and gather the resources they can. And when Aloy does return to the base, it’s short-lived and brief. There’s even been a few times Seyka hadn’t even known she returned. A quick nap here and there before she’s off again, missing Seyka by minutes or hours from the errands she’d been running.

While it hurts sometimes, it makes her appreciate these moments even more — when she gets Aloy to herself in their room. It’s special and it’s theirs. Seyka is more than happy to cling to that feeling with needy hands.

More silly sounds come from the animated characters and Seyka looks down at Aloy. She likes seeing her react to these Old World movies. They’re lighthearted and trivial — a sizable contrast to the state of the world. Sometimes she sees Aloy crack a smile, and sometimes she’ll even laugh. Just the opportunity to see it is enough for Seyka to spend hours delving in the Burning Shores for more bits and pieces of these animations.

But when she looks down at the redhead leaning on her shoulder, she sees her eyes have fallen closed and her breaths puff out in a steady rhythm.

A warmth fills Seyka’s chest. It’s moments like this that she allows herself to forget about Nemesis, to forget the end of the world is coming. Right now, all that matters is this strong, amazing person trusts her enough to let her guard down, that she feels safe with Seyka.

Aloy deserves it. She deserves rest and laughter and happiness and Seyka will make it her life’s mission to give it all to her.

Turning off the cartoon, Seyka shifts to lay Aloy down in a more comfortable position. She must be tired enough that the movement doesn’t even wake her. The only sign of discomfort is a little crease in Aloy’s brow that Seyka gently smooths her thumb over.

Aloy’s face softens. She looks at peace — something Seyka had learned quickly is rather uncommon for her. Her features are relaxed with no sign of the impending stress and anxiety.

Seyka’s eyes trace each freckle that dots her cheeks, the pink blush ever present from time spent under the sun. Lines indent the side of her face that was nestled into Seyka’s side. Her hair is messy, stray hairs coming out of the bun and the braids a little loose.

And suddenly Aloy looks so young.

It’s easy to forget. She’s mature and always has a level head, thinking ten steps ahead with an iron focus. She has a lot of the qualities Elisabet had. She’s saving the world like Elisabet had.

But Aloy’s still barely older than a kid. Not that Seyka is much older than her but… somewhere along the way, the carefree adolescence had abandoned Aloy.

The warmth Seyka had been feeling turns hot with anger. It’s not fair. It’s not fair that her youth was taken away, that she’s the only one who can do this. It’s not fair that someone this young is the one responsible for saving a world that’s been so unkind to her.

Aloy’s eyes flutter open sleepily and Seyka’s anger dissipates immediately.

“Go back to sleep,” Seyka whispers, tucking a loose hair behind Aloy’s ear.

Aloy nods, letting her eyes fall closed again. She grabs Seyka’s shirt and pulls her down next to her.

With a quiet laugh, Seyka sinks under the covers. She lays on her side, watching the woman next to her.

I promise, Seyka thinks to herself, I promise you’ll get the carefree life you deserve.

She thinks it over and over and over again. She knows how dangerous the path ahead of them is. She knows Aloy’s life has come so close to death too many times in the past.

Aloy is a competent fighter. But she’s only human.

The thought is too much for Seyka to focus on. Instead she takes a deep breath, letting her shoulders relax as she tosses an arm over the sleeping body next to her.

She’ll keep making that promise. To herself and to Aloy. She’ll do everything in her power to make sure Aloy wins in the end.

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[secret-third-thing]

Chapter 1: The Thought that Counts (In Which Nothing Happens)

Eris x OC | Rated E | Read on AO3 | Read on tumblr below the cut

Gianna of Montesere's life is shattered when her family becomes the target of a chilling assassination attempt. Forced into exile at her estranged father's side in the Autumn court, she embarks on a journey that thrusts her into the treacherous depths of Prythian's most perilous family. Amidst the dazzling highs and heart-wrenching lows of cutthroat politics, Gianna discovers an unexpected love in Eris Vanserra that turns her world upside down.

Warnings: Typical violence and scheming, gambling, old-school slut shaming

Read if you like: slow burn, enemies to lovers, political intrigue, worldbuilding, cute dogs

Gianna watched her cousin Ludivine pull wishes from the garden fountain. The dark-haired female stood barefoot near the middle, where four ornate lions were perched on a central pillar, mouths opened wide and spewing out thin streams of water. The female carefully navigated around the creatures, one hand bunching the hem of her purple organza dress so it wouldn't be ruined. Then, humming to herself, Ludivine skimmed her hand across the water and stopped to pick up a coin from the bottom of the fountain. She curled her hand around the metal and held it out, eyes glazing over for a moment.

"They wished for a child," she said with a dreamlike quality to her voice, power rippling around her. Then, when she snapped out of the trance, she gave a haughty laugh and tossed it to the ground beside her.

Gianna's other cousin, Alois, a male several decades older than her and Ludivine, smoothed his hair back and held out a hand, not sparing a glance at his sister's antics. The abandoned coin flew to his fingers before he added it to a growing pile beside him.

"It's rude to read the wishes," he said halfheartedly, turning a page of his book. He had been engrossed in the novel for hours. It took Gianna almost no time at all to realize he had switched the book jacket from a historical text to hide the fact that he was reading yet another erotic novel.

Ludivine threw an accusatory glare at her brother. "Since when have you cared?" she said. She chose another coin and read off the wish. "Good health and a long life. Boring!"

This time she tossed the coin to Gianna, who caught the gleaming piece of gold and added it to her own pile at the table she was sitting.

"It's not like they actually come true," she said, meeting Gianna's eyes and then dunking her hand back into the water to fish out another poor fae's dream.

"It's the thought that counts." Gianna countered with a huff. She would rather die than admit it, but she had come here several times under cover of night to add her own wishes to the hundreds in the fountain's basin. The gardens of the Palace of Splendor were open to everyone, including their subjects, so many fae stopped by to offer their dreams in the hope that the Mother would grant them. So far, none of Gianna's dreams of meeting and falling in love with a prince from a neighboring kingdom had come true, but these things didn't happen overnight.

Gianna shifted uncomfortably in her seat and gazed back at the palace. Tonight may be different, she reminded herself. Tonight was her grandfather's birthday, and royals from across the continent were arriving to celebrate at the palace. The males of Montesere were far too hedonistic for her tastes if her cousin Alois was any indicator. More than once, she had caught him under the influence of mirthroot with multiple females squirming beneath him, equally euphoric and unraveling. If she was being honest, she preferred her males to be more traditional, which earned her endless teasing from both her cousins. Montesere was the one place where fae could live out their desires, and many traveled from other kingdoms so they could indulge. The fact that Gianna actively avoided these activities was unusual, at least according to her family.

"Thinking about your depressing males again?" Ludivine sang from the fountain.

Gianna rolled her eyes. "I'm debating how quickly it'll take for Alois to sneak out of the party and into one of our guest's bed chambers tonight," she lied. Alois snorted and threw a coin across the table at Gianna. Ludivine giggled and stepped out of the fountain into her shoes so she could throw her arms around her older brother.

"Oh, we both know that's not going to happen tonight. Alois is banned from leaving the dancehall without a chaperone." She wiggled her eyebrows and squeezed her brother tightly.

"We all have chaperones," he said, pulling her arm away from where she had it tucked under his chin and around his neck.

"True," Ludivine sighed, "some of us are too fabulously slutty." Gianna didn't disagree. If Alois was indulgent, Lulu was downright obscene, at least from what Gianna had heard secondhand from some of the courtiers.

"At least you're aware," Gianna said, biting back a grin. Her cousins both glared before they all broke out into laughs.

"Don't worry, Gigi," Ludivine said, reaching over to pinch her cousin's cheek. "One day, you will meet a male you like and never close your legs again."

"Lulu!" Gianna leaned over the table to grab at her cousin, but the female ducked out of the way.

"It's true!" she teased.

Gianna fought the urge to tell Ludivine that she was one to talk but saw Alois shaking his head. "If you two are going to have a spat, I will find our uncle instead."

"Fine!" Gianna said, gathering all the coins into a pouch, "We should all go bother him anyway. I haven't seen him since he arrived back here from Prythian." -- They found their uncle sparring with some courtiers at the training fields on the other side of the estate. Gianna hadn't seen him for months, but the time away had suited him. His skin was sunkissed, and freckles bloomed on his face, peppering his nose and cheeks. As Montserre's emissary, Mattheo traveled quite a bit. However, Gianna suspected that the captain of his private boat had more to do with the extended absences than actual work as an emissary.

Today, instead of his usual finery, he wore dirty white stockings tucked into wrinkled pants cuffed just below the knee. He had discarded his embroidered jacket in favor of wearing a simple vest. And despite the aggressive parrying back and forth with his rapier, not a single strand of chestnut hair was out of place.

Gianna watched eagerly while her cousins chatted with her uncle's friends. They were young and rakish like Mattheo, and she would be lying if she hadn't thought about pursuing a relationship with one of the males. But she was far too shy - skittish, as Alois would say. And they were far too forward. As though she were emphasizing Gianna's point, Lulu had lain her head across one of the males' lap, letting him get an obvious eyeful of her cleavage spilling out the top of her dress. He reached down to caress her cousin's waist and murmured something to her.

Gianna rolled her eyes and ignored the jealousy burning in her stomach. She knew the yearning would drive her mad one day, but maybe the Prythian half of her heritage gave her pause. She returned her attention to her uncle, who had gained the advantage in his match.

Mattheo stepped forward once, then back twice, then lunged. He parried a particularly clever jab and, noticing his niece's rapt attention, gave her a goofy wink. He was the youngest of her grandfather's children and the most entertaining. Gianna had fond memories of him watching when she was a child and her mother was away. Together they would traipse around the palace grounds, fighting pretend dragons until she was too tired to keep her eyes open.

Now she saw only him whenever he was between travels, which was far too infrequent as it was. She had asked to go with him once, but her mother declined, leaving no room for discussion. So, for now, she'd settle for hearing her uncle's stories.

Finally, the two males stopped sparring, Mattheo deftly disarming his companion. He handed his rapier to a servant and grabbed a cloth to wipe the sheen from his forehead.

"What brings you three to this part of the estate?" he said.

"Boredom!" Lulu wailed, sitting up and pouting her lips in practiced sadness. "There's simply nothing to do! We've been kicked out until the party."

Mattheo chuckled and patted her head, "Perhaps it is because you three are the root of all trouble for the servants."

Alois cocked his head and narrowed his eyes at their uncle. "Three?"

Their uncle let out a hearty laugh. "Am I to understand that all of you were not responsible for turning one of the guest suites into a gambling den?"

"The one you gladly attended?" Alois replied cooly.

"The one in which I won all your little games?" Mattheo replied with a smirk. Gianna rolled her eyes at them both.

He was right. Nearly a month ago, they had quietly converted a suite into a betting parlor. It had initially been Alois' idea, but the trio had been bored and spent their evenings slowly bringing in and rearranging furniture. Alois was careful to admit only the courtiers he knew were hungry to climb the ranks of court. Lulu had brought in some of her friends to entertain their guests. And Gianna, well, Gianna had played. Card games were her specialty - something that Mattheo had taught her when she had gotten too old to play dragon-hunters anymore. Eventually, their parents caught wind of their endeavors and shut the establishment down only after Mattheo emptied the den funds with his bets.

"You cheated," Alois said. He had been insisting this ever since Mattheo had won every single game the last night the gambling den had been running.

"Perhaps? Or perhaps you aren't as good as you think you are," her uncle replied. Alois shifted and flexed a hand.

Sensing that neither male would back down, Gianna jangled her bag of coins to get their attention.

"How about a rematch at cards?" she said. "We brought coins!"

Thankfully, the tension melted away at her suggestion. Alois backed down and took the bag from his cousin. Mattheo grinned wide and looked back at his friends, still doting on Lulu. One handed her a handkerchief to wipe her false tears.

"We should," he said, "before your cousin charms my friends away."

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[ashesbreadandbutter]

Douma + Claude x Fem! Reader Snippet || One's True Nature

So I spun a wheel for a cross fic type of thing. Did it a couple times so if you want to read the others follow and follow my progress.

Anyway, the two characters are obviously Claude Faustus (Black Butler) and Lord Douma (Demon Slayer). I'm having fun with this already.

Think I'll add cross fics to my commission list.

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Douma + Claude x Reader

What it'll include: Spanking, biting, marking, breeding, dom and sub, choking and maybe a few others.

Goal : 10k words

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It's been many long years. 

Many years since he was first beaten, destroyed by an archenemies who he had spent so much time on for such a silly reason. Said reason being some brat's soul because who was he without as the creature that he is. 

Claude lurks in the shadows. His form is different now from his previous life though not vastly so. He's of a toned build, with smooth, pearly white skin except for his hands and feet which were made up of claws. His body isn't the only thing that has changed but so has his location. 

These weren't the streets of London, lanterns and art lingered in every which was like a colorful dream as humans below seemed to have a celebration of sorts; drinking alcohol, laughing, and whatever else. 

To be fair, Claude has a hate for it. The loud noises, the colors, but ever since he's come back he's been struggling with a deep hunger, one that he hadn't been forced to deal with previously when he was in Europe, one that seems to lure him into more primal needs and sensations. 

It's annoying, the way that he's never been allowed to show this side of himself, to express his hunger like this… when he had been practically trapped in his last deal. He remembers the days, serving that young brat day in and day out and even with how hungry he was he was forced to stay in control, to tame his needs, just for him to lose control in the end anyway. 

Claude could admit that he didn't regret it, crushing that boy's… Alois’s, head in his strong hands until it seemed to pop like a grape and spill blood all over him. 

Even with how calm Claude presented in many cases back then of course he still had his emotions and when it came to Alois all he could do was feel annoyance, dread, anger… and Claude had put up with it until he simply couldn't. He could also admit that he paid the price, going against his arch enemy… Sebastian, even going out of his way to try and steal the other's demon's prey. His death… as humbling as it was to say, was one that was bound to happen and maybe Claude had done all of that just to end the suffering. As demons as he and others could do was live as they are and with Alois Claude had been needy, starved. What else was he to do but to go after what he could which has been that stupid, idiotic boy… though, here… it seemed different. 

Very different. 

Claude could smell the scents in the air, he's not as strong as he used to be but he seems now that he has the potential to do so now and such much more. 

He was… free. And freedom has never tasted better. 

There's so much food around but as the creature he is, the last thing he wants is a corn dog or poe of some sort… he wants blood, meat… and a lot of it.

One scent in particular seems to jump out at him suddenly and Claude doesn't hesitate to snap his gaze over in the same direction as if to follow such a smell. It's fruity, sweet,... Tempting and Claude feels a rush of heat run through him when he locates the owner. 

She's beautiful, as soft and sweet as she looks and dressed in sine silks. Claude hadn't cared much about the history of this place previously, the scenery, the festivals, the fashion trends but the second his eyes landed on her they stuck. She seems to order herself a snack and as Claude stands from his squat and decides to silently get closer Claude can't help but admire her. It's her sweet face, his soft skin, her feminine figure and if Claude was human his heart would be rushing. 

He is a demon again yes but never had he felt like this and if he had it must've been a feeling that had become long forgotten to him. Never once had he felt quite as… warm and hot like this over some random human woman and he isn't exactly sure what it is that makes him feel so drawn to her but it has him feeling like he was having a hard time keeping control of himself. 

It's interesting how difficult this new life of his was, how different it was from his old one. Never once had he felt a craving like this, with Alois, or even Ciel… it's like he quite literally wants to jump down there and tackle her to the ground, jump on her as if he was some sort of leopard, an animal, a beast and she… some sort of deer, prey. Outside of his rebirth he doesn't know anything about this new life he's been giving but what he does know is that suddenly he feels… hot. He wants this woman and while he still isn't sure what for he's confident in his choice. 

He needed to get closer, if not to know this woman than to touch her… caress her skin with both his hands and his lips and maybe he'd proceed by… keeping her, like some cute little pet at his side. Maybe if she agreed to stay by him and at his side he wouldn't kill her immediately. 

She walks along the streets and he follows like a lingering shadow as he tries to think about the best way to go about this. As she now sits at a bench by herself he settles on the building just behind her, looking down on her with bright eyes. He's still thinking and it's only when his eyes snap aside and land on an approaching figure that Claude feels like he has in fact wasted to much time. 

Whoever this guest was he was tall, broad and Claude could admit that the man's physical appearance was rather… impressive, distracting even. He wears a kimono just as everyone else has and even with such clean and gentle looking garbs Claude can practically smell how strong this male is. It's intimidating and Claude had come to an understanding that in this life demons in fact had ranks. Of course they always had but this was so different, so new and even though another other demon would have probably scurried away, Claude lingered even with the rush of tingles he feels race up his spine. 

He proceeds by watching the two, the only prominent features he's kept from his last life was his bright golden eyes which now watched the two figures. The male greets her, bowing his head to the woman before reaching out to take her hand and with a little giggle she gives it to him after her flashes a charming smile. Claude suddenly feels a bit more… annoyed, his eyes narrowing slightly at the scene because though he knows nothing about either one of these two and probably couldn't care less to do so but something about this guest… this man was reminding him of…

Sebastian. 

It's only then that her laughs rings through the air and Claude clears his mind to focus again only to look down and freeze when bright eyes are looking back up to him. 

A second passes where they stare at each other for a moment and then something seems to burst within Claude's chest. He holds the other demons gaze and the rush of emotion he feels makes him feel both ignited and frantic, as if that the moment their eyes connected with each other had been a deal of some sort all on its own. 

Claude reels back before he can help himself, jerking back and blinking owlishly. There's a rushing in his chest that makes him reach a shaky hand up and clutch his heart. 

Now. What the fuck was that? 

Claude wasn't sure at all but after a moment of silence he finds himself wanting… more. 

It's like something had woke up in him, jerking awake in fury and Claude was s man who would sit here and lie and say that a man couldn't possibly win his heart but the way his was racing in his chest suddenly made him feel many, many things. 

“Do you…happen to come here often?” A smooth and charming voice suddenly rings out over the sea of others and something tells Claude he shouldn't and yet… he decides to peak back over the length and as he thought, the man was now speaking. He looks at the woman with a fond smile, reaching out a hand to her and she giggles softly as she does so, humming as he seems to raise her hand to his lips and lightly brush his soft lips over her knuckles. “I'll admit that I haven't seen you around here much.” He continues and she hums. 

“What's your name pretty? I must know it so I never forget.” He continues as she smiles.

“Y/n. You can just call me y/n.” She answers him and her voice is so soft, so smooth and Claude finds himself leaning in to hear more of it as if he couldn't get enough. The man makes a noise of acknowledgement while Claude personally saves such into in his head and as the man moves to sit beside her, his hip pressing against her own, he finally responds with his own name. 

“You may call me Douma-Sama. Everyone calls me it.” Douma chuckles but something about it sends a shiver running up Claude's spine when he hears it as if the man's name was a curse all on its own. Not only that but… their eyes connected again, his and Douma 's as the other demon looks from the wan to him from the corner of his eyes. 

Douma-Sama. 

It was an interesting name, Claude could give him that but something about the way the man had said it, practically purring it out but each syllable and everything was enough to make Claude's cheeks feel…warm. 

Claude reaches a hand up to inspect his face and soon comes to the realization that he was lightly blushing. His cheeks a light pink and he's spooked into silence, even when he and Sebastian battled as much as they did in his previous life never had Claude allowed himself to blush this easily with the man even when that's what Sebastian clearly wanted out of him. He had always waited until he could get alone where he could be stuck with his thoughts all of his own for as long as needed, and maybe he had many, many fantasies and ones he tended to act up on and wasn't exactly sure what it was but just as Sebastian had, this demon… Douma-Sama, had managed to piqued Claude's interest. 

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TBC~

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[demonic-charcuterie]

The Trancy Triples as older brothers with a human girl.

(Pretend Hannah’s you! Not proof read)

You were the young master’s cousin coming from the city when you first meet them. They we assigned to follow and assist you as you made your way about the manor. Alois is was loud selfish boy and hard to live with and you found comfort and their presence. Even more when Alois was having one of his fits and you stood in the corner with them and even joined in on the whispering the much enjoyed.

Claude stared at you through his lashes and you shiver and quickly turned around and walked away from them. You had come down from breakfast when you said blood on the floor and a Miss Hannah missing an eye. You rushed down and as one of the boys picked her off the floor and the others cleaned the floor. You brushed her hair away and ripped small piece of your skirt and wrapped it around her eyes.

“Oh dear cousin! Have you come down for breakfast?” Alois asked while Claude cleaned his to fingers. You looked as the red blood staining on your make shift eye patch and sigh. “I’m not hungry”

After that you did your best to avoid Alois and Claude by all means. The boys started bring dinner to your room and even staying in there while you ate. That turned into playing games while gossiping about Claude. The did your hair and you let them play with your makeup while using you as a canvas. She laughed on the bed together and Alois hated it.

One day you were in the garden when you saw the boys picking flowers for Alois’s latest waste of time, a butterfly. “What hideous flowers” you said coming up behind them. “Roses, so overused. No special value anymore” you said. She turned around the garden and clapped your hands together. You came back with Marigolds and placed them and the triplets hair. “Much better. For my favorite brothers.” She said while their arms formed a protective shield around you. “My big brothers.” You said. Their little sister, their harmless innocent little sister.

Suddenly their eyes glowed pink. No one while ever touch their perfect loving little sister. They’d loose hands to touch them with.

You stood and they did with you before lifting their arms and letting you out. The boys nodded to each other before turning to you. “Goodbye little sister.” They said as you waved. “Bye big brothers!”

After that everything changed. You started finding gifts all over your room. You started acting like the triplets two.

“The master clearly mental.” Said timber

“Why does he insist we speak up.” Saids Canterbury

“It’s foolish.” Saids Thompson

“Utterly ridiculous” she said

So in sync.

You started matching your dress with their brown and black vests. You put plum purple ribbons in your hair to match them. Alois didn’t like that more.

He threw to the floor and she screamed. “I’m your family! Not those useless three.” You cried for hours on the floor just like that while the boys stood in the corner their hands in fists

That..BRAT. THEIR FUCKING LITTLE SIDTER?! THEY OUTTA KILL HIM AND GIVE YOU HIS HEAD AS A GIFT!

They carried you of to your room and started to back your bags.

“Brother what are you doing?” You whispered into the night as Timber dug through your closet for some reasonable clothes. “We’re talking you away. We’ll all live together. No more of this” He said and he siloed her feet into steel toed boots.

You smiled. “A cottage in the woods. With a garden.” You said smiled and the smiled back. “What ever are little sister wants. She’s two cute to refuse.” They said. Thompson cracked open the window when I knock sounded at the door. It was Hannah.

“Where are you four doing?”

“We’re leaving.” Said Canterbury

“We are not contractually obligated to by here and our sister needs to leave.”

“She’s not your sister Canter. She’s a human.”

She boys glared at Hannah with sighs disgust which was shocking considering how much love they showed to her.

“ yn your cousin loves you. Dont waste that.”

She shook her hand. “Don’t lie Hannah. He only loves himself.”

Hannah scoffed and turned out the door. Timber lifted you up in his arms and you all ran into the cold bitter night. But it was warm and sweet for your beloved brothers were there to hold you.

“Thank you brothers.”

“Anything for you our little Marigold. There’s not line i would not cross” said Timber.

“No sea I wouldn’t swim.” Said Thompson

“Not a single land I wouldn’t conquer.” Said Canterbury

“For our little Goldie.” The said In unison.

(I hope you liked this story!)

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[ceo-of-sloppy-men]

My Horizon Forbidden West Headcanons

These are things I personally headcanon. You don't gotta agree with them, because some are pretty me-specific. But enjoy!

Hekkaro is attempting to adopt all the Tennakth he can. He is their dad. He is dad friend and he will make sure you prosper with long, happy lives.

Erend and Kotallo either have a bromance or a romance going on. It's one of those 100k enemies to friends to lovers things but they're getting there

Hekkaro adopted Aloy as well. She may not be Tennakth but that there is his psuedo-daughter

i ship so much at this point everyone is just kissing everyone (save for when it gets weird). I just want to see them all happy, and I don't care who they canonically end up with

Alva and Aloy are autistic but with different support needs and special interests

post-game GAIA gang helps raise Zo and Varl's kid. Everyone pitches in, from Uncle Kotallo teaching him strike, to Uncle Erend teaching him how to wield a hammer, to Aloy showing him how to use a bow, to Auntie Alva teaching him with the Apollo database. Everyone works hard to help Zo

Aloy hates being called Auntie

Aloy teaches Kotallo how to tame a Sunwing and the first thing he does is air-drop himself into the Grove (Aloy gave him a glider, he'll be fine)

Kotallo gestured a lot with his hands, which we can see evidence through his gesturing with his remaining hand. Unfortunately, everyone is used to single-handed Kotallo that Erend gets smacked in the face the day he goes out on a hunt with him and Kotallo is explaining the plan

Zo laughs. Kotallo is very apologetic. The next week there is a Keg of Erend's favourite ale in his "room"

Tild survives the final battle and they force her to stay on Earth (some how). She lives at the base and slowly her and Sylens form an unlikely friendship

The APOLLO database is shared with anyone who wants access to it.

The Oseram find out about Heavy Metal and Rock music and play it full volume (some even build instruments)

Alva listens to death metal and kpop

Sylens unironically listens to the all country music he can possibly find. From Johnny Cash to Dolly Parton

Tilda hates country music and is convinced Sylens only listens to it to annoy her

post-game GAIA gang meets up at the base every few weeks to see if they can beat Kotallo at strike, catch up with what everyone else is doing, and discuss their next step

if they can't meet up physically they have a conference call using their focuses

they do their best to make sure the leaders of different tribes have Focuses so everyone can communicate with each other. It helps inter-tribal relations, as they can safely meet to discuss treaties without worrying about assassination attempts.

#horizon forbidden west headcanons #horizon forbidden west spoilers #horizon forbidden west #hfw spoilers #hfw headcanons #kotallo #aloy #erend #sylens #hfw tilda #hfw zo #hekkaro

[zwy01]

Noble OCs!!!

More headcanons!! This is my version of the predecessors of canon Clan Leaders. I said I would create parents for the nobles like a few months ago (??) and I finally got to some of them, lol. Anyways

Rubino Elenor: Rozaria’s father and predecessor, and Calytrix’s younger half-brother. Rubino was a merry, lively person. He had a deep, hearty laugh and a lovely smile, so great you can’t help but feel happy around him. But don’t be fooled! Rubino has tricks up his sleeves… literally. He had a very mischievous and almost childish side to him. He loved to teleport behind people, mess around with them, and teleport away, all for his own amusement. He’s basically a professional prankster. Just harmless jokes and funny spells, nothing more. Stuff like tugging on Ragar’s ponytail, poking Gradeus’ buttcrack, tickling Krasis and Roctis’ waists, making Zarga’s ears rain jelly beans, slapping a toupee with a superglue spell on Lagus’ head, giving Edian a chipmunk voice, inversing Gejutel’s hair color so his hair turns black and his stripes white… and much more. Hah! Y’all should smile more, seriously. The only ones he didn’t mess with were Raizel, the Previous Lord, and maybe Raskreia. Though, PL had probably invited Rubino to prank him multiple times, just because it’s hilarious, much to Krasis’ horror. Rubino also had a very strict and stern side to him, which was very different from his usual self. His colleagues would often try to guess which “personality” he’d show up to meetings with. Surprise! Haha. Rubino’s other hobby was collecting random trinkets. Toy boxes, empty wine bottles, buttons, broken stuff, cheap stuff, and much more. If you get on his good side, he might gift you something from his very own collection. What an honor. Here’s a bent salad fork, just for you! Enjoy. With his family, he was very sweet. He had a great relationship with his daughter Rozaria and often played games of teleportation tag with her. His sister Calytrix called him Ruby, which was a name he adored. Rubino dated Zarga, Krasis, Roctis, and PL. Just sweet, casual flings. P.s. Rubino is jacked and his grandson Alois from my Millennium AU gets his crazy muscles from him lol.

Calytrix Agvain: Urokai’s mother and predecessor, and Rubino’s older half-sister. Calytrix was a daring, fearless, and imaginative person. Ready to live, ready to die. Nobles have extremely long lifespans, and so days, months, years, even decades may seem like nothing more than a blink of an eye to most of them. Not for Calytrix. She loved to have something to do for each and every day. It could be anything. Learning a new language, rock climbing, winemaking, glassblowing, gardening, cheesemaking, lock picking… you name it. Making the most out of every moment, enjoying life to the fullest, that’s how life should be. Nobles who just sit around and stare at the ceiling all day are wasting their lives, tsktsk, maybe they should just donate their extra years to someone who will really use them. Lol. Carpe diem, my sweeties. Once she is done with her Clan Leader duties at hand, good luck finding her. She’s probably close by or far away or somewhere in between doing one of her super obscure hobbies in a super obscure location. Her clan members often found themselves with headaches, wondering where their Clan Leader is off to for the nth time. Please tell us where you’re going before you leave next time, Clan Leader! Oops, I forgot. Hehe, maybe just come and find me. And so, one of the things Urokai did most as a child was being tasked with retrieving his mother, trekking around trying to find her and when he does, telling her to return with him. Calytrix would just laugh, give her son a big embrace, squeeze him close to her, and roll around in the grassy, flowery hills until their beautiful dark red hair get all messy and filled with petals. Her carefree spirit was pretty eccentric by traditional noble standards, and maybe that was also the reason why she shined so brightly. Her brother Rubino called her Trixie and it meant a lot to her. Calytrix dated probably half of Lukedonia’s population (as people joke), with Edian being one of her longest relationships.

Noel J. Loyard: Seira’s father and predecessor, and Edian’s relative (cousin or nephew, undecided yet). Noel was an altruistic and empathetic person. Despite knowing the fact that humanity, and even some nobles, are greedy and insatiable, he still set out to help them each and every time. This was the reason why many believed that he was dumb, for still believing in change and kindness when his own efforts were often met with dissatisfaction, more demands and even betrayal from those he reached his hand out to. In truth, he genuinely believed that if his efforts could make the world a better place, then he would do anything within his power to help, even if it is very complex and hard to achieve in reality. In a way, he was a dreamer. Even at his death and before he was killed, he believed that it was his duty to protect the weak. Aside from performing his duties as Clan Leader, Noel spent most of his time studying philosophy, collecting different works from around the world, from both humans and werewolves. Noel had a loving relationship with his daughter Seira, to whom he passed on his strong belief of protecting the weak. One of his favorite things to do with Seira was hanging out in their manor, their beloved home. When there was sunshine, he would brush Seira’s hair, have a picnic, and gently chase butterflies with her. When it snowed, they would try to land snowflakes on the tip of their noses and make drawings on the snow-piled ground with their fingers. Even when it rained, it did not stop them from dancing in their rose garden, his footsteps accompanied by her tinier footsteps. It was truly a good time, albeit very brief and tragically short-lived. Noel had a brief fling with Regis’ father, Rousare, who was his best friend and on-and-off lover. P.s. Noel had white eyelashes from his Drosia heritage.

Qing Ru: Kei’s mother and predecessor. Qing was a very smart, observant, and strategic person. Everything she chose to do had a meaning and a purpose, and she did not do things based on her feelings. Rather, she relied on reasoning and reasoning alone. Though she spent most of her time isolating herself in the mountains training day and night, it wasn’t just training in the traditional sense of fighting like one would expect from a typical Ru. It also involved meditating, observing both animate and inanimate objects, breathing in and out with the environment and feeling the energy of the land and the world around her. She believed training not only the body but also the soul was the way to achieve true strength, which she teaches to her son, Kei. Unlike Kei, Qing wasn’t dense at all. She was good at reading people, and she could analyze them and guess their thoughts and/or needs based on the way they tense their facial and body muscles, the circulation of the energy within their bodies, etc. That’s also why her fellow Clan Leaders loved sparring with her, because she could pinpoint their weaknesses and counter them. Back to Kei… well, PL used to joke about Kei being a “dense cookie” even when his mother was a people scanner. A young and (kinda) dumb Kei took it as a compliment, meanwhile Qing was not too amused, lol. Qing raised Kei to be a traditional Ru and while she was strict with her son, she was a good teacher and mother. She called her son Baobei (meaning treasure/darling) and when they were not busy training, they would sit by the waterfall and feel the breeze on their faces, and watch the stars. She had many friends, and regularly invited them over for some tea and noodles. Qing did not date anyone, as she didn’t care for such things. (she was quite popular tho, lol)

Valentina Mergas: Ludis’ mother and predecessor. Valentina was sharp, trustworthy, and highly independent. She took her duties as the Mergas Clan Leader and Lukedonia’s guardian very very seriously and she barely had time to herself for leisure. To be specific, if she had extra time to spare after completing her duties as Clan Leader, she would go on a extra round of border patrol and check up on everyone, making sure the Central Order members were doing their jobs correctly. If she caught anyone slacking off just a bit, good luck getting away without being yelled at and disciplined. There was no leeway, there were no excuses. Some would say that she was a bit too strict, but it was under her leadership that the knights’ organization truly became one and functional, with a structure that would prove to be practical and efficient for many generations to come. PL was very impressed with her abilities and to her it was a great honor. It was her job, and she truly enjoyed it. Though, it was limited to Lukedonia only. Whatever happened outside of Lukedonia, she didn’t care for it. Not one single bit. To her Lord, her colleagues and her friends and family, she was fiercely loyal. They meant the world to her, and she would die for them. Meanwhile the humans, werewolves, whatever… they can cause all the war and chaos they want, as long as it happened outside and didn’t bother Lukedonia, it was none of Valentina’s business. To be precise, Valentina did not oppose the protection of other species by nobles but she believed that they must know that things like ambition and greed have consequences, even if it’s by learning it the hard way. And her loyalty is to Lukedonia and not the world. For this reason, she believed that Noel’s absolute selflessness was dumb. But, if her Lord ordered her to protect non-nobles, she would not hesitate to accept his orders. Valentina was both warm and cold, and passionate and ruthless at the same time. She had a good relationship with her son Ludis, and often brought him along with her while she ran her errands, for him to watch and learn so by a very young age Ludis was able to fully memorize the standard procedures and protocals of all Mergas duties, down to the smallest of details. Valentina dated Gradeus and PL for a while. P.s. She thinks her scars are cool and are proof of her dedication to her homeland

And that’s it for now! Yay!! Not sure if I’ll do the other remaining ones, most likely not. But I’ll see how it goes.

#noblesse #manhwa #myart #oc #ocs #original character #rubino elenor #calytrix agvain #noel j. loyard #qing ru #valentina mergas

[melikochan]

Varl & Beta friendship, "Its ok not to be okay sometimes"

Beta was not in a good head space.

Gemini—and the HEPHAESTUS merge—loomed heavy in her mind. Beta had to admit, she felt a lot better after her...conversation, with Aloy, but she was still terrified. The idea of being recaptured by the Zeniths—being made their slave again—sent her pulse racing into her throat. It made her eyes swim, made her want to keel over and vomit the bile from her empty stomach. Sweat pouring down her face, tears streaming down her eyes, she leaned over one of the server towers, trying desperately to hold everything in.

"Everything okay?"

"Oh! Varl," Beta croaked, shooting up straight and trying to rub the tears from her face before Varl could see them.

"I brought you some dinner. Figured you'd be wrapped up studying the merge process and wouldn't remember to eat."

That was touching. She sniffed, rubbing her cheek on her shoulder. "Oh, uh, thank you."

"Zo actually did the cooking, to be fair. We know you've been having some trouble digesting the heavier stuff that Erend and I like to eat, so she made you a grain porridge with some vegetables. Should help give you some strength before we head out."

He held out the dish to her, and Beta accepted it, sitting down against one of the towers. Varl came next to her and settled as well, keeping some distance. He knew she liked her space. His thoughtfulness touched her. She appreciated his kindness as she tucked into her meal.

"You seemed upset when I came down," he said after a few minutes of companionable silence.

"I'm fine," she replied, too quickly. Better not to let them know just how fragile she was.

"You know, Beta, It's okay not to be okay sometimes. We won't think any less of you for being scared and upset. When my sister, Vala, was killed during her Proving...I was in a bad place for a long time. Protecting my tribe was the only thing that kept me going."

"I don't want to be a burden," Beta admitted.

"You could never be a burden. You're our friend."

The simple and straightforward way Varl said that, as if nothing else in the world were more true, gave her pause. She put down her spoon. "I'm...not used to being seen as...a person. As more than a tool. I'm still getting used to it. I'm just...so scared of that happening again. I can't live like that. Not after knowing what the Zeniths have planned, and meeting all of you. After being free."

"We won't let that happen, Beta. I promise. We'll never let them enslave you again."

Beta dipped her head, eyes unable to meet his. "Thanks, Varl. Just—don't tell Aloy, okay?"

"I wouldn't dream of it," Varl reassured her with a warm smile that set her at ease.

"Thanks again for the dinner. I, um, do have some trouble remembering to eat," she admitted with a rueful shrug. Varl laughed.

"Aloy's the same way. We've gotten used to it." He stood, stretching the stiffness of sitting from his knees. "How about I come by later and pick up that bowl, see how you're doing? You can tell me about the merge. I don't think I'll understand any of it, but I'd like to try."

"Thanks. I'd like that."

"See you 'round, Beta."

#prompts #varl #beta #horizon forbidden west #hfw

[writingsfromspace]

Funerary rites

446 words | The king-eaters' grief (backstory)

Prompt | You never cared - @flashfictionfridayofficial

Content | Family death, "forbidden"/disapproved-of romance and resulting family issues, mention of war

Sadness. Drama. That's Athanasios they're talking about, of course.

Been a little under the weather and not writing much, so I wanted to get a little something in for this at least :D

Luise said nothing.

»I can’t believe that rat bastard made a spectacle of our son’s funeral.«

She didn’t know how her father found it in him to be so angry about it, not when, since Alois’ death, she had barely managed to feel anything, aside from the occasional bout of loneliness and horror.

»Taking advantage of him to the last. Not that anything better could be expected from him!«

She wondered whether she had missed the right moment to go. She had chosen to accompany their parents home after the funeral, in an empty hope that they would find some comfort in each other’s company. But here, in their parents’ salon, her brother’s absence was only more conspicuous.

»He never should have gone cavorting with him. I told him a thousand times someone of that standing wouldn’t really care about him, and here is proof!«

Luise said nothing, but an ugly sound, half sob, half laugh, escaped her. A thousand times was right—right up until Alois was tired of it, and stopped talking to their parents. Luise didn’t get to see him as often, then, either. But then, he also went to war, so who knew how much of a difference it made.

What she wouldn’t have given for him to hear their father’s tirades one more time.

Their father noticed her sound, and misunderstood. He laid an awkward hand on her shoulder, and fell into a far softer, quieter tone. »I know, I know. I’m… glad you at least got to stay close to him. If you wish to come to your mother or me for comfort… you always can. I know it’s not much comfort, but he died fulfilling his duty to his country, after all.«

Luise said nothing. She didn’t know how. She just squeezed his hand, gave her mother, who had been silently sitting beside her, a hollow hug, and then she left.

Night had fallen; the cool air felt good on her swollen eyes.

She couldn’t blame her father. The general’s behaviour had been graceless, and overdramatic, and would certainly be talked about more than the lives of those who had been laid to rest today. But all that had been hidden between the lines of Alois’ many letters—hidden from prying eyes, when the general was barely getting away with his affair with a junior officer—had been glowing admiration and affection… and the happiness of having them returned.

She had never been close to the general. She doubted she would meet him now, or that she would even like him.

But a part of her, not the smallest, wanted to believe his display of grief had been genuine.

#writeblr #flash fiction friday #fff245 #king-eaters' grief #luise #writings from space

[hellcheercaine]

Present

"Here we go," Aloy chewed on her lower lip, her fingers fumbling with the corners of the fabric spread out on the living room floor. She glanced at the clock; only a few hours left until Seyka's birthday. The colourful fabric lay before her, and she was determined to make this gift special—something that would make Seyka's eyes light up with surprise and delight. 

As she glanced at the colourful fabric, her mind raced with ideas. Seyka loved adventure, the sea, and of course, quirky things. That's when it struck Aloy—an old sea conch, that she found from their stay in Burning Shores. It was perfect. 

Aloy carefully placed the conch in the center of the fabric, her heart fluttering with excitement. She wanted this moment to be just right, a reflection of her deep affection for Seyka. With meticulous care, Aloy began trimming the fabric to the right size, making sure that it fits the conch.

Her fingers danced over the fabric, tracing the patterns as she imagines Seyka's surprised smile upon seeing the gift.

The dream is over when the delicate task of folding and tucking the fabric around the gift begins. As Aloy tried to fold one of the corners, the fabric crinkled awkwardly. Aloy lets out a soft sigh of frustration as she reaches for a string, trying to salvage the situation. Despite her efforts to achieve an elegant and effortless tie, her attempt was turning into a humorous adventure in itself.

As time is running out, it is apparent that the surprise was definitely not going as smoothly as Aloy had hoped. She carefully wraps the exposed side, ensuring that the patterns aligned seamlessly. She tied a small bow, the finishing touch that brought a whimsy touch to the ensemble.

The clock struck twelve. The front door creaked open.

"Uh oh..." Aloy thought to herself.

"Hey, I'm home! What are you up to?"

Aloy scrambled to hide the half-wrapped gift behind her back, her face turning a shade redder. "Uh, nothing much! Just... doing a little something."

Seyka's eyes twinkled with curiosity as she walked into the living room.  "Doing something, huh? Mind if I see?" 

Aloy bit her lip, her heart racing. She took a deep breath and slowly revealed the partially wrapped gift, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. Seyka's laughter filled the room, and Aloy couldn't help but join in. 

"Well, well, looks like someone's been having a bit of a struggle with gift wrapping."

"Yeah, you could say that." Aloy shrugged sheepishly, as she gave a forced laugh to hide her embarrassment.

Seyka stepped closer, taking the gift from Amelia's hands. She gently unwrapped the fabric to reveal the conch, her eyes widening with surprise. "Aloy, this is amazing! Where did you find it?" Aloy's heart soared at the genuine excitement in Seyka's voice.

"From our stay in Burning Shores. I secretly tugged it so you wouldn't see it. You really like it?" Seyka leaned in and kissed her softly. 

"Happy birthday, sweetheart." Aloy broke the silence that followed the kiss.

"Thank you! I love what you did for me. And I love you, even if your gift-wrapping skills need a little work."

They both laughed, and Aloy felt a rush of warmth. At that moment, she realized that it wasn't about the perfectly wrapped present; it was about the thought and love behind it.

And the happiness in Seyka's eyes was all the reward Aloy needed.

#horizon burning shores #horizon forbidden west #hfw aloy #hfw seyka #seyloy #seyloy ficlet #hellcheercaine #hellcheercaine writes

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Hi! I had a request for Ciel and Alois (again) could i request them with a s/o that is either a crow hybrid (so like with big black wings and stuff) or a cat hybrid who likes to pull pranks n stuff or take certain things like shiny objects and for some odd reason can blend into their surroundings and be almost unnoticeable even in the most open of places despite their animal features?

(Idk I just think the idea of a mischievous hybrid s/o is interesting and I’m having one of those moment when I rlly like birds- Of course you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to and I hope you have an amazing day/night!💕)

(Ps. Also if you have anons could I be the 🍒anon? If not that’s perfectly fine as well!)

aaaaaa I love it haha! I totally get it, birds are cool!

that being sad, I went with a crow for Alois and a cat for Ciel, because I live for the chaos XD

and you can definitely be that! I don't have many 'amed' anons but I'm 10000% for it!

Oh, they are glorious!! At some point he thought he was over a phase of liking all-black things, but, well, his S/O has proved him wrong. At the very least, he likes all the black on them. Although he’s a little worried that means he’s only attracted to them because they remind him of Claude (who is very much an all-black person), that notion is quickly squashed the more their personality becomes evident. He delights in watching them pull various pranks, and that’s if he doesn’t outright join in with them. And shiny objects? There are plenty of those in the manor. He can scarcely stop laughing when (Name), say, steals something that one of the triplets needs simply because “look, it’s sparkly!” (Also, they will find shiny rocks and bring them to Alois as gifts.) As far as blending in goes, he’s thankful for that more than anything. The last thing he or they need is someone finding out they’re not quite human. Besides, he loves the idea that part of his lover is something just for him. He wonders, would that ‘blending in’ thing still apply if they were to fly him up into the air above the city…? He’ll be sure to hold on tight! He sort of just wants to know what it’s like to kiss them in midair… he desperately needs a big, romantic moment.

Of bloody course he would be the one to get someone who’s part cat for a S/O, wouldn’t he? God, what a mess. While he’ll be alright in the long run so long as he keeps up on his medications and such… he’s also prone to shooing them out a room if he needs to concentrate or not be interrupted. Constant sneezing is more than enough to break his focus. That said, if he doesn’t have anything that needs his full attention, he’ll gladly indulge their presence. For as long as they think they can handle the sneezing and sniffling, anyway. He’s far too easily aggravated by their pranks to find any amusement in them, but as long as (Name) doesn’t make things hard on the rest of the staff, he supposes it’s all harmless enough. Better someone else bear the brunt of all that than him. Maybe they can go pull some pranks at the Trancy estate? All he really has to say about their love of shiny things is that he will lock them out of the bedroom if they try to take his ring, regardless of whether or not they leave it somewhere he’ll find it. While any other shiny things in the manor are fair game (within reason), that’s the boundary they need not cross, thank you. And their ability to blend in creates fewer headaches for him; the only thing he’d need to figure is an explanation for why his allergies seem to act up when they’re around. Even then, it isn’t too much trouble. He’d… rather have them around than not, and he’ll only admit that late at night, when it’s just the two of them.

#Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Alois #Ciel #reaction #romantic #fluff #drama #domestic #aaaaaaa good boys good boys <3 #🍒 anon #one hell of a queue