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One Hell of a Love (Book 1) Chapter Two

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Two: One Hell of a Rat

Summary: Sebastian and (Y/N) handle a crook kidnapping Ciel.

            “It seems we have a rat problem,” said (Y/N) as they and Sebastian passed by Finny, Mey-Rin, and Baldroy running around like maniacs.

            “I’m sure that if you went after it, the issue would be solved quickly,” said Sebastian with a smirk.

            (Y/N)’s nose twitched at the tease.

            Sebastian smirked as he opened the door to the parlor. Ciel and his guests looked up as the maid and butler stepped inside with a cart of tea.

            “Today, we have prepared some Fortnum and Mason’s Darjeeling tea,” declared Sebastian as (Y/N) carefully poured.

            “What a wonderful scent,” said Lau, Ran-Mao sitting on his lap and nodding silently. “When it is properly prepared, there’s no comparison.”

            “Grell!” called Madame Red.

            “Y-Yes?” exclaimed Grell, stiffening.

            “Watch and learn,” said Madame Red, nodding to (Y/N) and Sebastian. “In any case…you really are fine servants!” She patted Sebastian’s rear and moved for (Y/N), but they were quick to sidestep (they were a cat that preferred the “look don’t touch” policy). “Why don’t you stop serving at a manor house and come to work with us?”

            Ciel coughed after regaining his composure. “Madame Red!”

            “Oh, my! Pardon me!” chuckled Madame Red. “I started kneading them without realizing it! Doctor’s habits!” Ciel’s irk mark appeared.

            “Is it true that one of your previous guests was in the smuggling trade?” asked Lau.

            “Yes,” replied Ciel.

            “You should have left the extermination to me,” said Lau pleasantly.

            “No one knows where a rat nests better than a rat,” said Madame Red.

            Lau raised a hand “innocently.” “I’m a domesticated marmot. If it is the Earl’s order, then I shall do the dirty work.” He ruffled Ciel’s hair.

            “Don’t you dare try to lay a finger on my precious nephew!” cried Madame Red, dragging Ciel into her own arms.

            “Oh, my! There’s no way I’d try to lay a finger on him in his own home,” said Lau.

            “Are you saying that you’d do it somewhere else?!” shouted Madame Red, affronted. “That is quite the criminal proposal. How dare you!”

            As she berated Lau, Ciel sighed in exhaustion at their antics and walked out of the room. Sebastian and (Y/N) followed dutifully.

            “Young Master, today we have prepared an apple and raisin deep pie,” said Sebastian. “It has almost finished baking, so please stay with the other guests.”

            “Bring it to my room,” said Ciel. “I’ve had enough socializing.”

            “As you wish,” said Sebastian.

            “Very well,” said (Y/N) as Ciel turned once more and left.

            As they stood there, the rest of the servants, dressed in cat costumes and carrying mousetraps, ran around them. Sebastian looked at (Y/N) and raised an eyebrow.

            “I do believe a rat calls for a cat to catch it,” said Sebastian with a smirk.

            (Y/N)’s nose twitched before they dove to the side and rolled to their feet. In their hands they held two dead rats, caught expertly. “I guess it did,” they said with a pleased smile, dropping the rats into Baldroy’s net.

            Sebastian smirked before leveling a look at the rest of the surprised servants. “All of you, please stop playing around and do your jobs.”

            “Yes, sir,” they said. They nodded hurriedly and ran away to their assigned jobs for the day.

            “(Y/N),” said Sebastian.

            “Yes?” They glanced up at him.

            Sebastian took their arm. “You got blood on your gloves,” he said as he pulled the glove from their hand. “Unbecoming for a Phantomhive maid.” He flourished a clean glove and slipped it onto (Y/N)’s hand.

            They looked at him and furrowed their brow. “I’m perfectly capable of keeping my uniform neat.”

            “Well, what type of butler would I be if I didn’t have an extra pair of gloves on hand?” questioned Sebastian. “This was simply more efficient.”

            (Y/N) shrugged, used to Sebastian by now, and pulled their hand back. They were not as averse to his touch as they were others’, but that was only after years of knowing him, and even then, it wasn’t…normal.

            “Let’s get the Lord’s tea, then,” said (Y/N), turning away.

            “Yes, let’s,” said Sebastian, leading the way to the kitchen with a slight frown on his face.

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            “Young Master, we have brought you your afternoon tea,” said Sebastian, knocking on Ciel’s office door. When he received no answer, he pushed the door open. “Young Master?”

            The floor of the study was littered with throw papers, books, and chairs. There had been a struggle.

            “Ah, what a predicament. The tea will all go to waste now,” sighed Sebastian.

            (Y/N) held out their hand. “I think you should give me that bloody glove back. I have a feeling it will be getting dirtier before the day is up.”

            Sebastian smirked as he held out the glove. Yes, indeed, this was the demon he trained. Efficient and deadly.

            And lively, came the unbidden thought, always has been awfully spirited for a demon.

            Now that was a thought Sebastian hadn’t had for a long time. At least, not since he and (Y/N) parted ways last time.

            Luckily, before Sebastian had to deal with any more troublesome thoughts, Mey-Rin came running down the hall.

            “Sebastian! (Y/N)! This letter just arrived at the entrance,” said Mey-Rin.

            “To whom is it addressed?” asked Sebastian.

            “To the attendant of Ciel Phantomhive,” said Mey-Rin.

            (Y/N)’s eyes flashed as they glanced outside and saw the sniper, horribly hidden from their demonic eyes, in the tree. “Sebastian.”

            He understood, and as Mey-Rin tripped, he caught her while (Y/N) took the pie so both were preserved as a bullet ripped through the window beside them. (Y/N) crouched to the side with the pie balanced in their hands, and Sebastian lay on his back with Mey-Rin on top of him.

            “Mey-Rin, the letter,” said Sebastian calmly.

            Beet red, Mey-Rin stammered, “Ah, y-yes!” She handed it over as Sebastian set her back on her feet.

            “If you want your master to be returned, bring ‘the item’ to Bethnal Green’s Nova Scotia Gardens,” read Sebastian. “This is a somewhat inelegant invitation.”

            “I think it qualifies as a ransom letter,” said (Y/N).

            “Sebastian, (Y/N)!” said Finny, appearing beside Baldroy worriedly.

            “Just what is going on here?” declared Madame Red, walking into the hall with Lau.

            “We apologize for the noise,” said (Y/N).

            “It’s nothing,” said Sebastian with a smile. “Please do not worry.”

            “Nothing?” Madame Red looked at the broken window, unimpressed.

            “I’m sorry to ask this of you, but could you please take care of cleaning up?” asked Sebastian, looking to Baldroy and Finny.

            (Y/N) handed over the pie to them. “Take care of this.” They walked past them with Sebastian.

            “By ‘take care of this,’ do you mean it’s alright to eat this?” asked Baldroy excitedly.

            (Y/N) smiled to themself as they walked away. They’d let them figure it out.

            “So, after the trespassers?” asked (Y/N), tugging at their gloves once more.

            “I can hear their car leaving. How rude, they never even called on us properly,” said Sebastian. He smirked as he ran after them with (Y/N) by his side.

            The assassins screamed when they saw (Y/N) and Sebastian catching up to them, but as much as they swerved to avoid them, they couldn’t. (Y/N) smirked as the rats screamed. They pounced.

            Kicking the driver away from his seat, (Y/N) pulled the car to a jolting stop, half off a cliff, and while the men cried out in fear and babbled for help into their phone, they just grinned back in satisfaction as Sebastian balance them off the cliff as he crouched on the front.

            “I think this is for you,” said (Y/N) with a smile, handing the phone to him.

            “Thank you,” said Sebastian. “Good day,” he said into the receiver. “I am one of the Phantomhive servants. I was just wondering if our young master had been intruding upon you? Hello? Is that the case?”

            “Woof,” said Ciel across the phone.

            “Understood,” said Sebastian. “We shall come and collect him immediately.” He handed the phone back to (Y/N), who passed it to the men. “Thank you for allowing me to borrow this.”

            “Very kind of you,” said (Y/N) with a faux smile.

            “We also have two or three things to enquire about,” said Sebastian. “Firstly, what is the name of your owners?”

            “I’d suggest answering, we’re not very patient,” said (Y/N), smiling. “And you wouldn’t want to fall, would you?” The men’s scared faces made (Y/N) smile wider. Rats like them were fun to play with before they died.

            “It’s Azzurro Venere of the Ferro family!” said one man, panicked. “His base of operations is in the northern part of East London!”

            “Thank you,” chirped (Y/N), standing up. Sebastian extended a hand, and (Y/N) took it to stand on the bonnet of the car.

            “Wait! We were just hired hands!” cried the other man.

            “Oh, is that so?” remarked Sebastian. He gave a closed-eye smile. “I’m sorry I held you up when you were so busy, then. We’ll let you go one.”

            The two demons hopped back off the car. They watched as the men fell to their deaths in the forest below. (Y/N) looked at Sebastian, who was consulting his pocket watch.

            “We’d better hurry up,” he decided, “or dinner will be delayed.”

            “I’m glad I’m wearing my dirty gloves, then. I might get more blood on them,” said (Y/N) with a bright smile as if they weren’t planning on ripping anyone they came across apart.

            Sebastian smirked. Yes, it was good to be working with them once more.

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            Sebastian and (Y/N) jumped over the gate and assembled men before they could even be glimpsed. The mercenaries were foolish enough to believe they had successfully locked down the mansion. Of course, no one could fault them too much. They had no idea what they were dealing with.

            “My, what a splendid mansion,” said Sebastian.

            “Not to my taste. It has a rat problem,” said (Y/N).

            The mercenaries turned in shock. “Who the hell are you?!” Weapons were raised at the two demons.

            “I beg your pardon. We serve the Phantomhive household,” said Sebastian.

            “And we have a job to do,” said (Y/N).

            They moved an instant later. Sebastian and (Y/N) were merciless, tearing through bones and clothes and skin until blood flew and men laid limp on the ground. Sure enough, (Y/N)’s gloves were staining red.

            “Pardon us, we’re in a bit of a hurry,” said Sebastian to the fallen men. He sighed. “5:34 pm.”

            (Y/N) pushed open the door and walked into the mansion. “We should get to the Lord soon, then.”

            “Indeed,” said Sebastian, entering alongside them.

            Instantly, snipers began shooting. Sebastian blocked with the pie platter he still had, and (Y/N) dodged with a handspring and a twist in the air. While Sebastian ran down the dining room table and frisbee-d the platter to take down several men, (Y/N) gathered up plates and sent them flying into snipers.

            “With all these rats scattering everywhere, there will be no end to this,” sighed Sebastian.

            “Let’s speed this up, then,” said (Y/N) with a grin, pulling silver knives from their pockets.

            “It appears you brought some claws,” said Sebastian with a smirk as he brought out silver forks.

            “You’re really enjoying the cat jokes today,” said (Y/N), nose twitching. They jumped into the air and sent the knives into the throats of several snipers while Sebastian’s forks impaled others.

            “It keeps me entertained,” said Sebastian, turning on the reinforcements and beginning to thin the masses.

            “A millennium and it never changes,” pouted (Y/N) as they stabbed a man behind them before whirling on the rest and attacking before they had a moment to think.

            Sebastian smirked. (Y/N)’s reactions to his teasing were even more catlike than their usual characteristics. That was partly why the jokes were so amusing to him.

            “5:43,” he said. “We keep moving.”

            “Judging by the layout of this mansion, the office is likely that way,” said (Y/N), nodding.

            “Then the Master will be there,” said Sebastian.

            The demons carefully opened the door. Azzurro stared at them with shock, but his gun didn’t move from being trained at their chests.

            “I have come to collect my Master,” said Sebastian, bowing.

            “Huh. I’m surprised,” said Azzurro, his gun dropping slightly. “Here I was wondering what kind of monsters would appear, and it’s just Romeo and Juliet in a tailcoat and apron? Just what are you? You aren’t just any butler and maid, are you?”

            “No. I am one hell of a butler,” said Sebastian with a smirk.

            A sinister grin split (Y/N)’s face at his quip. They shrugged. “I’m just here to have some fun.”

            “I see…At any rate, I have no intention of going at it with you,” said Azzurro. “But you know…” He dragged Ciel to hit and pressed the muzzle of his gun to the boy’s head. “You brought the item, right?”

            “Yes. Right here.” Sebastian removed a golden key from his breast pocket.

            Bang!

            He was immediately shot through the head and fell. Flecks of blood landed on (Y/N), who just looked down at Sebastian after the rest of the shots rocketed through him.

            Azzurro cackled. “Sorry, Romeo. Looks like I win this game! The opponent was a master of games, but I had an ace up my sleeve. Now all that’s left is Juliet and the brat.” He knocked away Ciel’s eyepatch as he cackled.

            (Y/N) put their hands on their hips. “I thought you used to teach me melodramatics were unnecessary.”

            “Sometimes a little fun is necessary.”

            Azzurro’s eyes widened as Sebastian spoke. “Th-that’s impossible!”

            The other men stepped back in horror.

            “Modern guns really have improved.” Sebastian lifted himself off the floor. “They are completely different from those of a hundred years ago.” With a bloody cough, Sebastian spat the bullets out of his body onto his hand. He smirked. “I shall return these to you.”

            “What are you doing?! Kill him!” shouted Azzurro.

            The men raised their guns again, but Sebastian flicked his wrist first. The bullets he held fired through the mercenaries, and they dropped like flies.

            “Oh, dear, my clothes are all full of holes,” sighed Sebastian.

            “I guess we have to replace more than just our gloves,” said (Y/N).

            “It’s because you were playing around,” scoffed Ciel.

            “Young Master, they don’t appear to have treated you very well,” said Sebastian. He took a step forward towards Azzurro and Ciel.

            “Don’t come any closer!” shouted Azzurro.

            “You look like a caterpillar, at once both disgusting and splendid,” said Sebastian, teasing Ciel once more. “It quite fits your small, weak stature.”

            “I-If you get any closer, I’ll shoot him!” cried Azzurro.

            “Hurry up. His breath stinks,” said Ciel, unconcerned.

            “If I get any closer, you’ll be killed,” said Sebastian, just playing around.

            “You bastard. Are you trying to break the contract?” questioned Ciel.

            “By no means. I am your loyal servant, after all,” said Sebastian.

            “My Lord, he has a tendency towards some dramatics,” said (Y/N).

            “What the hell are you three talking about?!” cried Azzurro.

            “Young Master…I told you what to do if I ever disregard my duty, did I not?” said Sebastian, a darkly cunning look on his face.

            Ciel’s eye opened to reveal his contract seal. “This is an order! Save me this instant!”

            “Shut up!” cried Azzurro in a panic.

            Bang!

            Ciel turned to face him, completely unfazed.

            “Why didn’t he die?” gasped Azzurro.

            “Is this what you’re looking for?” Sebastian stood over Azzurro, a bullet in between two fingers. “I shall return it to you.” He dropped it into Azzurro’s pocket and then snapped Azzurro’s arm.

            “The game wasn’t fun this time,” muttered Ciel as Sebastian picked him up.

            “Hey! You! Wait!” cried Azzurro. “Come and be my bodyguards! I’ll give you five, no, ten times the pay he’s giving you. I’ll give you all the women and alcohol you want, so please…”

            (Y/N) raised an eyebrow and sneered. “I hate rats like you, constantly climbing on top of others for your greed.” Mortals who cruelly used and abused one another were (Y/N)’s least favorite kind.

            Sebastian snapped the belts holding Ciel hostage. “I’m sorry, Signore Venere, but I have no interest in the waste made by man. I am a demon and a butler, after all.” His eyes lit up fuchsia.

            “A-A demon?!” cried Azzurro.

            “Demon,” said (Y/N), their own eyes turning more catlike and fuchsia.

            Sebastian’s shadow began to elongate around the room, and black feathers danced in the air as he stared at Azzurro. “By the key of the contract my young master holds, I am but his loyal dog.” He pulled his glove off with his teeth. “Through sacrifice and wishes, I am to abide by the contract and be bound to my master.” He held up his hand, branded with the contract seal. “This, in exchange for his soul.” Azzurro stared, horror-stricken.

            “Sorry, but this game is over,” said Ciel.

            Azzurro screamed as Sebastian descended upon him. A moment later, there was nothing left of him to attempt to scream. Sebastian smirked as the shadows receded back to him and his eyes went to normal.

            (Y/N)’s fuchsia eyes faded, but they were aware of how Sebastian’s demonic presence swirled around them for a moment. They glanced at Sebastian, wondering if this was his direction. No, he was focused on Ciel. (Y/N) shrugged, ignoring the shadow reaching up to touch them for a moment. They were not getting more attached to Sebastian.

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Sweet Seduction Filler Chapters so far — 37/40 total chapters claimed:

Dom!Beast x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

Hannah x NB!AFAB!Reader

Dagger x Wife!Reader

Undertaker x Grelle’s Brother!Reader

Vincent x Trans Masc!Reader (Breeding/Size Kink)

Claude x Trans Male!Reader

Retired!Joker x Dom!Trans Male!Reader

Grelle x Plus Size!Fem!Reader x Madam Red

William x Demoness!Reader

Switch!Agni x Switch!Fem!Reader x Switch!Soma

Dagger x Fem!Reader x Joker

Madam Red x Shy!Virgin!Fem!Reader

Sub!Agni x Dom!GN!AFAB!Reader

Drossel x Fem!Reader

Sub!Soma x Dom!AMAB!Reader

Dom!Ran Mao x Sub!Fem!Reader

Ronald x Sub!Fem!Reaper!Reader

Finny x Sebastian x Fem!Reader

Ciel x Fem!Reader x Ronald

Soma x Fem!Reader

Ash x Fem!Reader

Baldroy x Male!Reader

Lau x Fem!Reader

Soma x NB!Reader

Agni x Maid!Reader x Soma

Pluto x Fem!Reader

Agni x Male!Reader

Triplets x Fem!Reader

Angela x Noblewoman!Reader

Joker x Fem!Reader

Grelle x Dom!Fem!Reader

William x Jealous!Male!Reader

Ash x Stubborn!Fem!Reader

Agni x Princess!Reader x Sebastian

Undertaker x Wife!Reader

Sub!William x Dom!GN!Reader

Jumbo x Fem!Reader

This list will be updated with every request — so feel free to send them in and check back to see if your idea has been accepted ^^

#sleepingdeath #re: filler chapters #requests open!

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<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/43267683"><strong>White Maid Arc 5: Phantomhive Manor Murders</strong></a> (100860 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/Alexandraa_Rossi"><strong>Alexandraa_Rossi</strong></a><br />Chapters: 12/12<br />Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Kuroshitsuji%20%7C%20Black%20Butler">Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler</a><br />Rating: Mature<br />Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death<br />Relationships: Sebastian Michaelis/Original Female Character(s), Sebastian Michaelis & Original Female Character(s), Sebastian Michaelis/Original Character(s), Agni & Sebastian Michaelis, Sebastian Michaelis & Ciel Phantomhive<br />Characters: Sebastian Michaelis, Aurora Magne, Angelica Laverne, Ciel Phantomhive, Arthur Conan Doyle (Kuroshitsuji), Charles Grey (Kuroshitsuji), Charles Phipps, Double Charles - Character, Baldroy (Kuroshitsuji), Finnian (Kuroshitsuji), Mey-Rin (Kuroshitsuji), Tanaka (Kuroshitsuji), Lau (Kuroshitsuji), Ran-Mao (Kuroshitsuji), Irene Diaz, Karl Woodley, Patrick Phelps<br />Additional Tags: Sad with a Happy Ending, Demon Sebastian Michaelis, Ciel Phantomhive is a Brat, Everyone Needs A Hug, Love Confessions, Falling In Love, Declarations Of Love, Romance, Angst and Romance, Slow Burn, Manga & Anime, Canon - Manga, Angel/Demon Relationship, Angel Wings, Angel Healing, Demon Deals, Rough Sex, Sex, Mild Sexual Content, Mild Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Murder Mystery, Murder, Pain, Grief/Mourning, Five Stages of Grief, Affairs, Childhood Sweethearts, Sebastian x Angel OC, Eventual Smut, Friends to Lovers, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Soulmates, Romantic Soulmates, Anxiety Disorder, Flashbacks, Anime/Manga Fusion, Canon - Anime, Alternate History, Passion, Cross-Posted on Wattpad, Star-crossed, Trauma, Regency, Regency Romance, Implied Sexual Content, Implied Relationships, I'm Bad At Tagging, Fluff and Angst<br />Series: Part 5 of <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/series/3037071">White Maid</a><br />Summary: <p>Love never dies. Until it does.</p><p>Now Fallen, Aurora has dissolved her romance with Sebastian- despite still being smitten with the demon. She's only just recovered from her transformation when Ciel- under the command of the queen, hosts a party that takes a murderous turn, and is marked as a target.</p><p>Anxiety gripping her as death appears to be something the angel cannot stomach, she finally begins to accept the demon back into her life.</p><p>But just as she's ready to do so...</p><p>It's his corpse she finds first thing in the morning.</p>

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Character Write List

masterlist

rules for requests

Note: I have only watched the anime series

Current episodes (updated: 7/21)

Fairytale: episode 33

Black Butler: S2 E10

MHA: watched through season 5

One Piece: episode 618

Black Butler

characters I will write for

Sebastion Michaelis, Mey-Rin, Baldroy, Finnian, Grell, Will, the Undertaker

Characters I won't write for

Ciel Phantomhive, Lady Elizabeth, Pluto, Tanaka, Madame Red, Lau, Alois Trancy

characters I will only write platonically

Prince Soma

Fairytale

characters I will write for

Natsu Dragneel, Lucy Heartfilia, Erza Scarlet, Gray Fullbuster, Mirajane Strauss, Elfman Strauss, Loke

characters I won't write for

Juvia Lockser, Sol, Lyon Vastia

characters I will only write platonically

Makarov, Happy

MHA

characters I will write for

most of class 1-A, most of class 1-B, Mirio Togata, Nejire Hado, Tamaki Amajiki, Shota Aizawa, Present Mic, Hawks, Dabi, Twice, Mr. Compress

characters I won't write for

Mineta, Rikido Sato, Eri, Rei Todoroki, Endeavor, Shigaraki, Kurogiri, Toga, Kamui Woods

characters I will only write platonically

All Might

One Piece

characters I will write for

Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Nami, Usopp, Sanji, Robin, Franky, Ace, Shanks, Marco, Thatch, Smoker, Tashigi, Law, Kid, Killer, Iceberg

characters I won't write for

Garp, Kuma, Gol D. Roger, Doflamingo, any of the marine admirals, CP9, Marshall D. Teach, Buggy, Hawkins, X Drake, Helmeppo

characters I will only write platonically

Whitebeard, Silvers Rayleigh, Chopper, Bepo, Brook, Jinbe

If there's a character you're looking for that isn't here, I may have missed them or I haven't met them yet. Feel free to message me and ask :)

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Hello! Could I please request yandere headcannons for bardroy, agni, soma, lau, and either joker or dagger (I couldn't choose so choose for me plz lol)? Female pronouns plz :) Love your stuff!

Thanks so so much, I’m glad you like it!!!! Ran with Joker for these, found him easier to do lol. Hope you like!

•He’s the protective type for sure- he lost all his friends prior to heading to the Phantomhive household, the man most likely has PTSD, he’s definitely going to everything he can to keep you safe and sound. Well, in his eyes at least.

•More often than not, you’re in his sight somehow, constantly within reach. Because of this Baldroy is likely to kidnap you pretty quickly; he’s too afraid something is going to happen to you if he doesn’t. “Paranoid” is understating it, really.

•You’ll end up working for the Phantomhives yourself as essentially his assistant, but you won’t have any real duties if he can help it. He’ll do the job for you, it’s mostly just a guise to keep you close to him. Even if you can fight for yourself, he literally isn’t going to allow it. He gets stressed enough if you try handling a knife for cooking, forget about an actual weapon.

•Baldroy does his best to spoil you with his salary from his job, treating you as best he can in hopes you’ll love him back. He craves your attention- and when he’s not busy worrying about your safety, then he’s busy vying for your love.

•Don’t try to give said love to anyone else, though. You’re his girlfriend- and you aren’t going to leave his side. You aren’t safe anywhere but with him, nobody else can protect you like he can. All he asks in exchange is your undying affection.

•Another protective type, and Agni pretty much worships the ground that you walk on. You’re his moon and stars- a bright, beautiful light in his life, but in a very different way from Soma. While Soma gave him a new life and purpose, you are the one who gave said life meaning.

•This obsession develops the slowest out of everyone here, by far. So much so that Agni doesn’t even notice it himself at first, starting small before his feelings for you twist more and more until it’s too late for either of you to escape them. It all starts perfectly innocent, in truth, but the more time Agni spends around you the worse it gets.

•Agni will find things you left laying around, intially planning to return them to you, but then he finds himself unable to part with them. As his obsession festers and grows, he starts actively stealing things that remind him of you, all while telling himself that “you’ll get it back later”. A small shrine ends up developing in the closet of his room, hidden away from the light and only ever illuminated by scented candles that, of course, are your favourite scent. A small shrine to his goddess- something that only he knows of, and no one else will see.

•Eventually he starts to grow more and more protective, until eventually, you’re not allowed to leave his side when you’re out- and aren’t allowed to leave wherever you’re staying if you can’t be. He doesn’t let anybody else touch you, and while he seems so gentlemanly on the outside, it’s so extreme that you aren’t speaking to anybody but him and Soma. Agni does feel guilty, but in his mind, you’re so precious that no matter what this is worth it. No matter the cost, you have to be treasured and protected.

•He wins the award for the most delusional yandere ever, period. Soma doesn’t even consider you not liking him back, or you not having any feelings for him for a second. Doesn’t even enter his head. He sees you, it’s like love at first sight. You’re his princess and there is nothing that you can do.

•Absolutely showers his darling in affection constantly. You’re his goddess, his dearest princess- and Soma is going to make sure that you’re treated as such. Expect a great deal of presents with a head-spinning amount of money being spent on you. It’s honestly part of how he tries to win your love, by basically showing you life that he believes you deserve- with him, of course.

•Rejections of Soma’s feelings go in one ear and out the other. He doesn’t even hear them, and will keep on moving as if you just accepted his feelings. He’ll talk over you, drag you wherever he wants to go, everything. The main difference is that you can’t wander- just ignore that golden chain around your ankle, princess, it’s all for your own good anyway!

•Soma will marry you fast as lightning. No matter what strings have to be pulled or who has to vanish, he’s going to see to it that everything is taken care of so that you’re his wife as soon as possible. It’ll be the biggest ceremony possible, his entire family and yours attending, and he’s acting like everything is normal and that you’re just so very in love… everyone can almost ignore the frown on your face.

•You’ll be dressed in the finest silks and jewellery, but really, you’re just in a golden cage. No matter what you do, he always seems so happy, gushing over how in love you two are, how perfect his lovely princess is. No matter if you’re smiling beside him or not, your freedom only really depends on if you play along with his delusions or not. Try to run, it’s the same act but you’re confined to his room as he cares for you. It’s all for your sake, you just need to understand that you love him too.

•He’s going to have Ran Mao follow you everywhere. You will never be danger, because she’s going to protect you on Lau’s behalf, but you also won’t have even a peep of privacy. Everything you do, she sees, and reports right back to Lau. Within a month he knows seemingly every little thing about you.

•Lau makes himself appear fairly non-threatening and goofy (like how he acts in the lighter moments of the manga) to make himself seem utterly harmless to you. He’ll slowly worm his way into your life more and more, expertly increasing his visits and time spent near you until you don’t even bat an eyelash when he’s visiting you everyday.

•In the process of this, Lau also carefully sneaks into your heart as well. It’s almost too perfect as he adapts to what you want in a partner flawlessly, and by the time you’ve realized that you’ve fallen for the man it’s far, far too late for you.

•You barely notice when Lau drags you into his life completely, stealing you away from everything you had before and keeping you at his side 24/7. It’s like a switch goes off and now you can’t escape his presence. Everywhere he goes, you’re under his arm, sitting on his lap, cuddled into his side- while Ran Mao stands by instead.

•It’s eerie just how calculated he is. Lau seems so innocuous when he first enters your life, and Ran Mao (acting spirit his right hand here) may even appear like a friend. But once the fangs come out and you can even realize that you’re trapped, you already can’t escape his sight.

•Another extremely paranoid one. He’ll also never, ever, ever in a thousand years let Baron Kelvin know of your existence. Joker, believing that you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, doesn’t want to even risk Kelvin seeing you. He knows how that man is, so someone as lovely as yourself? Yeah, you aren’t going anywhere near the guy.

•He’ll lure you away from your home with sweet words, fascinating personal performances and flowers, dragging you into a masterfully crafted fantasy image of him. Joker will leave you dazed and wondering more about him, that mysterious ring leader from the Noah’s Arc Circus, drawing you towards him as if hypnotized.

•Joker is very aware of his tactics and how genuinely awful he’s acting, and actually feels heavy guilt about it. He feels guilty when, in a panic when the circus is about to leave, he kidnaps you in the night. He feels guilty when he has you join the circus to stay with him. But, he doesn’t stop. Joker doesn’t see any point in stopping. He already does horrible things for the Baron… he already can’t go back. So why stop now, and let go of this love?

•Basically he’s not even a little delusional, realizing this is wrong, but he also can’t let the feeling go. He doesn’t see himself as having an ability to go back anyway, and he cares so dearly for you that he must have you. You’re a light in his life that he can’t ever let go.

•I hope you like the members of the circus troupe, because they’re your only contact outside of Joker himself. They protect you and they’ll talk with you, making you feel like part of the family, but that’s all you get. He only trusts them enough to see you, and only once the swear that none of them so much as speak your name anywhere else.

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OT3: Bard/Lau/Undertaker? Hm, yes, please.

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I was today years old when I found out Bard and Lau are blood brothers.

#legally we can’t ship them anymore guys they’re blood related /jk #black butler #kuroshitsuji #bard #baldroy #lau #bardlau #baldroy x lau #bard x lau #lauroy #lau x bard #lau x baldroy #original post #shitpost #blue revenge arc

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Reasons why I wish I read the manga:

Out of context Bardlau panels.

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Perfect meme template for this fandom.

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One Hell of a Love (Book 2) Chapter Eleven

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Eleven: One Hell of a Murder

Summary: In the aftermath of Sebastian's "death," more murder is discovered.

            (Y/N) pretended to shudder in fear as Baldroy held them steady. Beside them, Finny and Mey-Rin cried, and the guests (excepting Phelps, but no one noticed that) looked on in horror at Sebastian’s “dead” body. So far, the acting had gone perfectly well. As long as (Y/N) continued to play the part of poor mourning maid, friend of the butler, everything would go well.

            Ciel ran into the room, still in his nightclothes, standing beside Tanaka and Arthur. His eyes widened in similar panic as they landed on Sebastian, laying on his back in a pool of blood with a fire poker lodged in his chest. His acting was just as impressive as ever.

            “Young Master!” cried Finny worriedly.

            “Sebastian…?” Ciel paused before moving forward towards Sebastian.

            Mey-Rin caught him. “No, stop! Young Master, you must not enter, not at all!”

            “Let me go!” demanded Ciel.

            “No, Young Master!” said Finny.

            “Stay back!” Ciel pushed them away. “Don’t you dare order your master around!”

            “Young Master…!” Tears streamed down Finny’s cheeks.

            Ciel stood over Sebastian. “Sebastian, how much longer are you going to keep up this childish prank? Once again, I can’t imagine the floor makes for comfortable slumber.”

            Ah, the part of the child in denial. Everyone will be too busy pitying him to question his performance, thought (Y/N).

            “How much longer do you intend to feign sleep, hm?” said Ciel. “Can you not hear me? I’m telling you to get up.” He gritted his teeth and pulled the poker from Sebastian’s chest.

            Ah, that’s got to be irritating. It always stings when it’s pulled out, thought (Y/N).

            “Why you!” cried Ciel.

            “My Lord!” warned Arthur.

            “Sebastian!” Ciel grabbed the labels of Sebastian’s tailcoat. “You get up right now, you hear me?! I command you!” He slapped Sebastian when he didn’t move. “Did you fail to hear my command?! Who in the name of hell gave you permission to die?! I’ll never forgive you, Sebastian!” He raised his hand to hit Sebastian again. “Open your damn—!”

            (Y/N) caught his arm. “Young Master. Please stop. We can’t take any more of this.” They pretended to sob, turning their face from Sebastian’s corpse. “It’s difficult enough…He’s already dead…”

            Ciel pretended to tremble as he faced Sebastian. “Are you…really dead? Sebastian…You, my butler…You and you alone, who…who promised you would stay at my side until the very end—” He leaned over Sebastian body, and (Y/N) watched as he whispered a true order to Sebastian.

            “The corpse will rot if we leave it here, so it would be a good idea to move it quickly,” said Grey coldly.

            (Y/N) glanced at him, a slight coldness in their gaze. Sebastian may not be killable by something as simple as a human blade, but that didn’t mean they liked Grey trying to kill him. Unfortunately, Grey was the Queen’s butler, so for Sebastian and his Master’s sake, (Y/N) couldn’t retaliate. (If they could, (Y/N) would add Grey to the death toll at this banquet).

            “…Yeah,” said Baldroy, nodding hesitantly.

            “Come on, Young Master…” said Mey-Rin gently, pulling Ciel to his feet.

            “No, let me go!” cried Ciel. “Don’t leave me behind, Sebastian! Sebastian! I command you! I command you…! I command you!”

            Lau hummed as he watched the scene. “Committing this last murder would have been impossible for the confined Earl, hm?” The guests’ eyes turned to him, and Lau smirked. “This is all turning out to be very amusing indeed.”

            (Y/N) quite agreed.

            “Amusing?!” cried Grimsby. “Two people have been murdered in the space of one night!”

            And Phelps is missing, noted (Y/N), but they would leave that to the humans.

            “A-And he was killed in such a way…” Irene shivered as she stared at the bloodstained poker.

            “Tell me about it. Runnin’ him through with a fireplace poker…was just too much…” agreed Baldroy.

            (Y/N) turned into Mey-Rin, who comforted them during the reminder of what horrible sight they had walked in on.

            Arthur examined the body. “There are signs of trauma to the head. He may have been struck from behind while stoking the fire.”

            “And ‘cos that didn’t do him in, they finished him off with another blow to the chest, huh?” said Baldroy.

            “Or maybe they didn’t wait to see if he was dead and instead attacked him twice in quick succession…” said Grey. “Rather than a single attack, two attacks would have been sure to kill him. How strange.”

            You would know, thought (Y/N).

            They rather liked the confusion on Grey’s face since it was clear that he had only attacked from the back with a hit to the head and a stab through the back, so he was confused about how Sebastian ended up with a stab to the chest. However…it also meant he would be suspicious. (Y/N) raised an eyebrow in clear view of Sebastian’s “vacant” eyes in a message to him saying: “You’ve really just made more problems for yourself, haven’t you?” Sebastian would have to run around quite a bit to deal with any of Grey’s suspicions (and (Y/N) would be probably dragged in, too).

            Arthur paused beside the body and considered. “If he did not die from the blow to the back of his head, why did the murderer go to the trouble of stabbing him from the front?”

            Because Sebastian was in a hurry and stabbed himself the wrong way, thought (Y/N).

            “Yeah,” agreed Baldroy. “Normally you’d attack from the same direction if you’re attackin’ twice.”

            “Then maybe there are multiple perpetrators,” said Arthur. “For example, who spoke to him from the front to catch his attention while the second snuck up from behind and bludgeoned him in the head. Then the one in front delivered the finishing blow without pause.”

            (Y/N) had quickly landed on him as the most sensible human present.

            “In any case, it is a fact that I sense not a shred of mercy or hesitation,” said Lau. “The culprit or culprits managed to kill that butler, so they must be very—”

            “Please just stop now!” Finny’s voice cut through the discussion. He held Ciel tightly. It was kind of adorable and brotherly. “How could you talk like that when the Young Master’s right here…! Please consider the Young Master’s feelings!”

            “Finny!” admonished Mey-Rin. She bowed. “P-Please excuse our rudeness, please do! We’re all a bit shaken, we are!” (Y/N) shivered and nodded to add to the excuse.

            “Well…He does have a point,” said Grey. “We can stand around the corpse bandying theories about all we like, but it won’t get us anywhere. So let’s first carry this to the cellar. The discussion of the murderer’s identity and the like can be continued afterward, perhaps over a meal or something.

            Woodley blanched. “How could you take this so leisurely!”

            “You’re right. No good will come of rushing things!” chirped Lau.

            “That’s that, then,” said Grey, turning to leave. “We’ll leave you servants to handle the disposal of that thing.”

            Sebastian was really lucky (Y/N) respected his instructions so much since they really wanted to stab Grey through the chest with his own sword for treating Sebastian like a troublesome object.

            Grey glanced back over his shoulder. “Oh, and have breakfast ready for us as well, hm?”

            (Y/N) straightened and bowed. “Yes, sir.” They would play the part Sebastian asked of them. At least the situation was entertaining. The guests nodded and walked out of the room, not wanting to remain in the room with the corpse any longer.

            “(Y/N), are you sure you don’t want to rest? After that scare, you must be shaken, you must,” said Mey-Rin.

            (Y/N) put on a soft, shaky smile. “Sebastian would want me to do my job, especially in his absence…And so I will.”

            “Oh, (Y/N)…” Mey-Rin’s gaze softened. She knew Sebastian and (Y/N) were close, so she worried for how this would hit (Y/N).

            “Do as they say,” said Ciel. “Take Sebastian to the cellar. I apologize for losing my composure.”

            “Not at all!” cried Mey-Rin.

            “Young Master…” Finny gazed at Ciel in worry.

            “Tanaka,” said Ciel.

            “Yes, sir,” said Tanaka, in his full form.

            “Sebastian is dead. You are my butler from this day forth,” said Ciel. “I entrust you with the management of the manor and the supervision of the servants. And this pin too…” He held out the bloody pin from Sebastian’s uniform. “I return to your keeping.”

            “The pin of the head butler…this does bring back memories,” said Tanaka. (Y/N) could see the ages of service to the Phantomhive estate in his eyes and knew he’d do his job admirably. “Will an old man like me be equal to the duties, I wonder?”

            “You need only do it until a replacement arrives,” said Ciel.

            “As you wish, sir,” said Tanaka. “I shall by all means accept it.” He pinned it to his lapel and straightened. The old man Tanaka was gone, and the butler had returned, ready to perform for the Phantomhive household with familiar skill. He clapped his hands and addressed the staff. “Then let us first prepare for the morning baths. Mey-Rin, please see to the hot water. Finny, Baldroy, once you have moved Sebastian, please carry hot water to the Young Master’s bathroom. (Y/N), please see to it the guests are taken care of during breakfast.”

            “Yes, sir,” said all four.

            Tanaka turned to Ciel. “Young Master, you will catch cold if you stay dressed like that.. Let us first see to getting you a change of clothing. The head of the Phantomhive family must not be shaken by the death of a mere servant. The previous master was never once seen to be losing his composure over such a trigle.”

            “You are strict as usual, old man,” said Ciel with some fondness.

            Tanaka smiled before facing Arthur, the only guests who had remained in the room. “Professor. I sincerely apologize that such events have taken—.”

            “No, no,” said Arthur. “He is far more in need of you than I…Please stay with the Earl.”

            “I am deeply touched by your concern,” said Tanaka. “Now then, let us go, Young Master. You must not keep your guests waiting.”

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            The storm raged outside as the guests sat at the breakfast table in a tense silence. (Y/N) was once again reminded of human’s ease at being distracted by observing that no one had noticed Phelps’s absence. (Y/N) had a suspicion that somehow he wouldn’t be making it to breakfast, and even though that would mean there was a mystery that Sebastian hadn’t anticipated, they would clear that up quickly if needed.

            “It’s a great help that (Y/N) and Sebastian took care of the meals in advance,” said Ciel in a subdued tone.

            “Smells yummy! Let’s eat!” said Grey happily, quickly digging in.

            Grimsby looked at Irene in concern. “What’s wrong, Irene? You’ve barely touched your plate.”

            “I’m sorry,” said Irene. “I don’t have much of an appetite.”

            Grey paused. “Hey, if that food’s gonna go to waste, can I help myself to it?”

            Irene picked up her plate. “Yes, here yo—”

            “No, not yours,” said Grey. He pointed lazily with his fork. “But the one next to you.”

            “Eh?” Irene glanced to her side in confusion. “Oh…you are right. There is an extra place here. Did the chef prepare one too many?”

            “(Y/N) and Sebastian prepared breakfast,” said Ciel. He looked at (Y/N).

            They straightened. “We ensure there was a plate for every guest, my Lord.”

            “Eh? Then whose is it?” said Lau.

            “Everyone is present and—oh!” exclaimed Irene. “Mr. Phelps is missing!”

            It took them all long enough, thought (Y/N).

            “You’re right. I failed to notice because he doesn’t have much of a presence,” chuckled Lau.

            “Now that you mentioned it, I haven’t seen him all morning,” said Grimsby.

            “It seems he’s really sleeping it!” said Woodley with a laugh.

            Arthur stood up. “If I may!” He looked serious. “What do you say we go look in the Earl’s bedroom?” He was the only one who knew that after two deaths it was necessary to check on everyone’s wellbeing and not assume anything. Really, he was the only sensible one there.

            Ciel stood. “I’ll show you the way.”

            The solemn exchanged caught the rest of the party’s attention, and shivers ran down their spines. It was clear what Arthur was worried for.

            The group ran through the halls of the manor until they came upon Ciel’s bedroom, which Phelps was sleeping in since Ciel and Arthur had stayed in his. Arthur banged on the doors.

            “Mr. Phelps! Mr. Phelps! Please respond if you’re there!” he called. Nothing. He tried the door handle, but it was locked. “The lock, it’s—! My Lord, where is the key?”

            “I don’t know,” admitted Ciel.

            “Eh?!” exclaimed the group.

            “Sebastian is the keeper of the key to my room, and only he knows where it’s stored,” said Ciel. “Now that he’s dead, even I couldn’t tell you where to find it.”

            (Y/N) stepped forward. “Young Master, if I may, I can break the doors.”

            “Move.” Grey acted before Ciel could give any directions. With a long swing of his sword, he cut through the doors. The pieces fell to the ground, and everyone stared at him as he held his breakfast plate in one hand with a bored expression. “Let’s take care of this quick, okay? I haven’t had my dessert yet.”

            “Mr. Phelps!” called Arthur as he led the group into the room.

            They turned into the bedroom of Ciel’s quarters. Arthur’s eyes widened. Irene let out a horrified gasp. Woodley and Grimsby grimaced and stepped back. Grey’s eyes were wide. The servants let out a breath.

            Phelps lay on the ground, clutching the carpet with foam on his lips, his face one of struggle and pain.

            He was dead.

            (Y/N) raised an eyebrow behind the group. Their nose twitched. Now this was an unanticipated development.

            “How?” said Ciel.

            Arthur knelt by the body, getting to work. “Quite some time has passed since rigor mortis set it.”

            “Are we all having a bad dream or something…?” murmured Grimsby.

            “There is no external trauma as in the other two,” said Athur. His eyes narrowed as he found a mark on Phelps’s neck. “He has what appears to be puncture wounds in the neck! Perhaps he was injected with poison from a needle or the like.”

            “A needle?” Ciel narrowed his eyes.

            (Y/N) peered at the marks. Looks like snake bite to me. But far be it for me to ruin the mortals’ fun.

            “Oh, I say! Lord Earl lives in the most wonderful room!” To the side, Lau and Ran-Mao were rummaging through Ciel’s closet.

            “Don’t rummage around someone else’s quarters as you please!” said Ciel, an irk mark appearing.

            Lau chuckled as he pulled out a Chinese dress. “You’ve held on to the dress I gave you! Have you worn it?”

            “I most certainly have not!” cried Ciel indignantly. Lau had given him it after the undercover investigation during the Jack the Ripper case, and Ciel hadn’t been able to live it down, yet.

            Arthur continued and regained the focus of the group. “The marks could also be said to resemble the tooth marks of some beast or other.”

            (Y/N) nodded in agreement.

            “Bite marks on the neck…Brings to mind Carmilla, doesn’t it?” murmured Irene.

            “By that are you referring to Le Fanu’s vampiric Carmilla?” said Ciel.

            (Y/N) clicked their tongue. Vampires. Terrible little creatures.

            “Yes, are you familiar with it?” said Irene.

            Woodley scoffed. “So you’re saying he was killed by a vampire?! Preposterous!”

            Woodley was correct in that regard. With two demons in the household, a vampire wouldn’t dare approach the manor.

            “Such occult and unscientific occurrences have no place in the nineteenth century!” continued Woodley.

            There he was not correct.

            “2:38 am,” said Arthur, gazing at the broken clock that had been knocked from the side table of Ciel’s bed.

            “That would be the clock I kept at my bedside,” confirmed Ciel.

            “He likely dropped it amidst his throes of agony. It’s broken,” said Arthur.

            “Which would mean that Mr. Phelps died around 2:38?” said Ciel.

            “Yes,” said Arthur.

            “Say!” chirped Lau from in Ciel’s bathroom, still going through his things. “Instead of standing here holding court, why don’t we go sit down and think the situation through? Over a nice cup of tea, perhaps?

            “…Quite right,” said Ciel. “Tanaka, show our guests to the drawing room. (Y/N), prepare the tea.”

            “Yes, my Lord,” said (Y/N).

            “Very good, sir,” said Tanaka.

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One Hell of a Love (Book 2) Chapter Thirteen

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Thirteen: One Hell of a Newcomer

Summary: A mysterious stranger appears in the Phantomhive Manor.

            “—And so, we would like to look through everyone’s rooms and luggage,” said Arthur after explaining to all of the guests and servants the need to search their belongings for the key. “The ladies may check one another’s things, so you won’t have to worry about us men looking through them. What do you say?”

            “Very well,” said Irene.

            “Do what you want,” huffed Woodley.

            “Go right ahead!” chirped Lau.

            At least there was no fighting this time, thought (Y/N).

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            However, in the end, even going through everyone’s belongings brought nothing forward. The strangest thing to be found was a vial of red liquid in Irene’s vanity box, but after the revelation that she was twelve years older than Grimsby, (Y/N) knew it was simply an anti-aging concoction. That being said, (Y/N) had found it entertaining how nervous Mey-Rin had gotten after the discussion of Carmilla the vampire.

            Now, the group had reconvened. The storm still pelted the windows; the sky was as gloomy and dismal as the group’s mood at having discovered nothing.

            “So in the end, it was nowhere to be found,” said Arthur, sighing.

            “At this point, we can only assume that Sebastian had already hidden it elsewhere,” said Ciel.

            “Or that he threw it out the window,” pointed out Lau in one of his rare moments of serious insight. “I mean, a key’s a small thing, so if it were swept away or buried because of this storm, we’d have no hope of finding it.”

            “Excuse me!” Finny stood up straight. “I’ll go look for it outside!”

            “I will go look outside as well, I will!” said Mey-Rin. They both cared about Sebastian.

            Ciel’s eyes widened in surprise. “While it’s true that finding it would give us a hint or two about the murderer, there’s no need to go out of your way to—”

            “I-I want to get to the bottom of this!” said Finny. “I’m not very smart, so I can’t find the killer by thinking it through like you, Young Master! But I could find a key! If that key will help you solve the case even a little, I’d like to try finding it!”

            He was so passionate that even (Y/N) found it endearing.

            Finny and Mey-Rin turned and bolted out the door.

            “Hey, you guys!” Baldroy quickly turned and bowed to the group. “Sorry, excuse us!” He ran out after them.

            (Y/N) smiled softly. If there was one thing they did like about humans, it was their heart. Their hearts burned brightly, and for all the vermin and worms out there, there were also the ones that were strong and pushed through adversity without succumbing to the worst of their instincts.

            Tanaka bowed to the group. “I shall ensure their safety. Mx. (Y/N), if you would look after the guests in my brief absence.”

            “Yes, sir,” said (Y/N). And then Tanaka left.

            “Say,” said Grimsby in the silence that followed. “Sitting here in utter silence is stifling in itself. How about we play a game of cards or something? I brought along  adeck of cards, so I’ll go to my room and get it.”

            And then of there are the humans that continue on when things don’t directly affect them and ignore the issues around them, thought (Y/N).

            “Please wait,” said Arthur. “If you’re going, we should all go.”

            “But I’ll be right back,” said Grimsby.

            “As long as we do not know who is behind these murderers, the soundest course of action is to move as a group to avoid having any more victims,” said Arthur.

            Very astute. (Y/N) concealed a catlike smirk. After all, if they wanted to pick off the group, they’d strike each time one was alone. Of course, (Y/N) could just tear through them all before they could defend themselves, but sometimes a hunt was entertaining.

            “True, that’s best if one of us is the guilty party,” said Lau. “If it is one of us, that is.”

            “What do you mean?” asked Grimsby.

            “There’s nothing to it! I meant exactly what I just said,” said Lau.

            “If the murderer isn’t here among us, where are you saying he is?” asked Grey.

            “For instance, he arrived before the storm and is hiding outside…something like that?” wondered Irene nervously.

            “Even so, would it not be impossible for him to enter a locked room or come in out of the storm to wander about the manor without leaving footprints?” remarked Ciel.

            “What if there exists a fourteenth person who can make the impossible possible?” said Lau.

            “Rubbish! That could never be!” said Woodley.

            “Never, you say?” said Lau. He smiled in amusement. “In this world, it’s absolutes like ‘never’ that can never be. If someone who negates that absolute is lurking in this castle and is waiting for the ideal moment in which to target out lives, he may already be closer than we think. The fourteenth guest who ought not to exist…”

            “Hmph.” Woodley scoffed, but even he was disconcerted by the idea. “There’ sno way such a fantastical person can—”

            ‘Young Master!” shouted Baldroy as he, Mey-Rin, Finny, and Tanaka barged into the room.

            “We’ve caught someone dodgy!” said Finny, holding a rope.

            “Hey, get in here, you!” said Baldroy, and Finny pulled a man bound in rope into the tearoom.

            (Y/N) smothered a chuckle. In a mask and simpler suit, he was unrecognizable, but (Y/N) knew his aura by heart, it was engraved with love. This was Sebastian.

            The guests’ eyes widened as Lau’s prediction came true. Someone had managed to get to the manor.

            “Wai—so there really was someone else?!” cried Grey, undoubtedly the most surprised since he had been committing murder already, so he didn’t think there could be another person. “Where on Earth was he hiding—?”

            “You are…” Ciel recognized his butler, undoubtedly by design.

            “So that means, he is the killer?!” cried Woodley.

            Lau chuckled darkly and stood. “I never for a moment imagined that the fourteenth guest would himself come calling. I too am just a teensy bit taken aback.” He smiled suddenly. “So who are you?”

            (Y/N) deadpanned. I really shouldn’t have expected much seriousness from him. I need to learn my lesson.

            Ciel cried, “You’re back to that again?!”

            “Are you asking for my name?” said Sebastian, even altering his voice.

            “Long time no see, eh, Jeremy?” said Ciel.

            Oh, compared to Sebastian that is an unfortunate name, thought (Y/N).

            “Lord Earl, do you know this old man?” said Lau brightly.

            “Old man?” muttered Sebastian, and (Y/N) smirked at him.

            “Uh, yes, I do,” half-lied Ciel. “This is Vicar Jeremy Rathbone. He is a popular advisor at the local church and something of a celebrity.”

            Oh, and he works for a church. What fun for Sebastian the demon, thought (Y/N), greatly entertained.

            Sebastian smiled. “Please just call me plain old Jeremy.”

            “You are a…vicar?” asked Arthur.

            “How can you expect me to believe a suspicious fellow like him?!” cried Woodley. “Only the fourteenth person, who has no alibi to speak of, could’ve committed the murders! Any way you slice it, it’s got to be him!”

            “The logic of yours is truly nonsensical, Mr. Woodley,” said Sebastian, smirking.

            (Y/N) couldn’t help a sharp grin. Sebastian was going to have fun with this role.

            “How do you know my name?!” demanded Woodley.

            “Oh, it’s quite obvious from the rings adorning your fingers,” said Sebastian. “Large diamonds of that size are mined in South Africa, and the unique round brilliant-cut of those diamonds is possible only with the latest polisher recently developed by the Woodley company. I have also heard that Daniel Anderson, a London jeweler, was aggressively promoting them to society ladies as the rarest of gems, still not widely available on the market, you see. Thus, if among the guests at Earl Phantomhive’s dinner party, there is one individual wearing such rare rings, he is most likely to be the president of the Woodley company. You, Mr. Woodley. Was I wrong?”

            Intelligence is so attractive, thought (Y/N). They could add that to the long list of why they loved Sebastian. (Y/N) loved all of him, his essence, his heart, his strength, his power, his mind, his body and all that it could do...All it could do with them if Sebastian would just let them close enough. (Y/N) would show him that no human could ever equal them.

            Arthur spoke up. “That aside, how in the world did you…rather, since when? And why are you here?”

            “Dear me. Questions, questions,” said Sebastian. “You there.” He looked at Baldroy. “Open my bag, if you would.”

            Baldroy opened the bag to find an owl.

            “That is Mr. Sebastian’s owl, that is!” said Mey-Rin excitedly. “I-Is it dead, is it?”

            “No, it was acting up, so I tranquilized it for a brief spell. It will wake up momentarily,” said Sebastian. He pointed to the leg. “Please do take a look at the letter around its leg.”

            Ciel opened it, and a small irk mark appeared for a moment. (Y/N) had a suspicion Sebastian hadn’t bothered to actually writer anything to keep Ciel on his toes a little. It was exactly the type of petty revenge Sebastian would use to needle his master after going through all the trouble for him.

            “Young Master! Whatever does Mr. Sebastian write?” asked Mey-Rin anxiously.

            There was a pause while Ciel came up with a story. “It appears that he sent this letter to Jeremy anticipating that he himself would eventually be killed.”

            “Oh, no, Mr. Sebastian…” said Mey-Rin.

            “But that paper alone isn’t proof enough that he’s not the killer!” argued Grimsby. “I mean, if he managed to come here from outside of the manor, he could’ve committed last night’s murders too, right?!”

            “Proving my innocence is quite simple,” said Sebastian. “Look in my coat pocket.”

            (Y/N) reached into his pocket, and they were unimpressed by the wink Sebastian sent them conspiratorially. “It’s a ticket, dated from yesterday, March the twelfth, for The Lady of the Lake at the Lyceum Theatre.”

            “The Lady of the Lake is indeed being performed at London’s Lyceum now,” said Irene, confirming that aspect of the story.

            “Yes, last night, I went to the Lyceum Theatre in London,” said Sebastian. “The performance ended well past ten at night. Even if I’d caught a hansom cab and slipped the driver a sovereign to rush over here, it would have taken over two hours to reach this manor. Moreover, the streets are a veritable quagmire of mud, what with all the rain, so it would have taken nearly twice as long as usual.”

            “You came by hansom in this downpour?” said Irene.

            “I bet the river’s overflowin’ its banks with the storm, so there’s no way a cab coulda made it over the bridge,” said Baldroy.

            “Of course there are any number of ways to get here. On foot, by swimming…though to be fair, they are none of them ways I would recommend to average folk,” said Sebastian. “There are as many means to an end as there are stars in the sky. However, the fact remains that there exists but one truth.”

            Poor Sebastian. (Y/N) watched him, entertained. He has to go so far to not lie outright. He is as tricky as the fae.

            “Since you were in London last night, you could not have been involved with the murders,” said Arthur. “Is this the truth of which you speak?”

            “Leave it to the masterly novelist to help me save my breath,” said Sebastian.

            Arthur blinked. “What?”

            “It’s a simple feat to tell a person’s occupation and such from their clothing and habits,” said Sebastian. “First, you have a large writer’s callus on the middle finger of your right hand, and its shape differs from that of those who draw or paint…in other words, it goes to show just how much you write. Next, that blue smudge on your sleeve. This can happen when laundering fabric to which ink has adhered. And lastly…you have made a habit of noting on your cuffs with pencil story ideas as they strike you so you do not forget.” Sebastian glanced down Arthur’s cuff. “Pearl…India…secret room…sign. Only a writer would do something like that, hm?”

            “Amazing, you’re like Dr. Bell, who was once my professor,” said Arthur.

            “Observing human beings is my hobby, you see,” said Sebastian. “Well, now that I’ve relieved you of any suspicions towards toward me, would you untie me at once? It seems this manor is bursting with the fragrance of a heady mystery that will relieve my tedium.”

            (Y/N) pulled a knife from their skirts and cut him free. They smiled at him, sharp. “Please, dear Jeremy, sit.”

            “Thank you.” Sebestian bowed and kissed (Y/N)’s hand in greeting. Then, he sat, and the group explained the entire situation to him.

            “—And that covers everything which took place from the time of the first murder until the butler who summoned you was killed,” said Arthur.

            “I see. I find it all very curious indeed,” said Sebastian. “May I examine the corpses first? They will speak to me of the bare facts most elegantly.

            Arthur nodded. “Very well. Let us make for the wine cellar below.”

            “Stop!” said Sebastian sternly.

            “Eh?” asked Arthur.

            “Please carry each body to a separate room,” said Sebastian.

            “May I ask why?” said Arthur.

            “Even the various scents of a case may yield clues. If the corpses are laid out together, their individual smells will mingle and contaminate,” said Sebastian. “And in a wine cellar, the scent of wine is especially strong. So would you be kind enough to lend us three rooms, Earl Phantomhive?”

            “Alright,” said Ciel, standing. “Finny, Baldroy, move the bodies.”

            “Yes, sir,” they said, hurrying off to prepare the rooms.

            As the servants left and the guests murmured to one another, (Y/N) smirked at Sebastian. Barely moving their lips, they spoke. “Excellent cover.”

            “Before you are too amused, know that I’ll need you to cause a distraction,” said Sebastian, similarly throwing his voice before stepping out of the room to “follow the servants” (really go back under the cloth himself to pose as his corpse).

            “Work, work, work,” sighed (Y/N).

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            “Young Master, we’re done relocating the bodies,” said Baldroy a few minutes later.

            “Right then.” Sebastian clapped his hands. “Shall we take a closer look at the corpses in the order they were murdered?”

            “So it would be Lord Siemens first, yes?” said Arthur.

            “I’m coming with you, too!” chirped Grey.

            “This way,” said (Y/N), leading the group. “The corpses of Simens, Phelps, and Sebastian have been set out in order,” they explained as they led the way to a hall.

            “Much obliged, my dear,” said Sebastian. He couldn't help but allow himself a moment of affection. He needed (Y/N) to know that he felt for them more than he could any other being in existence.

            (Y/N) glanced at Sebastian, surprised by the term of affection. It wasn’t strictly necessary for his acting, so they hadn’t expected it. It wasn’t…terrible, though. They rather liked it. What else would he call them if they were more than just friends?

            Sebastian walked into the room with Siemens’s body. “Hm…” He knelt. “He has but one external injury, the wound to his chest. Stabbed once with a sharp blade, I would say.” He pulled out Siemens’s pocket watch. “This man was none too pleasant when he was drunk, was he?”

            “What makes you say that?” said Grey.

            “Oh, it was quite clear the minute I saw this,” said Sebastian. “Here we have a very expensive-looking pocket watch, but there are numerous scratches around the key wind. Only a terrible bore or a drunkard would do such a thing, don’t you agree? And this pungent odor of alcohol is proof that he was drinking spirits of considerable strength right up till the moment of his death…Oh?”

            “What is it?” remarked (Y/N), letting Sebastian show off.

            “I detect an ever-so-slight scent of the sea…” said Sebastian.

            “The sea?” said Arthur. Grey’s eyes darkened for a moment.

            “Ah, Professor, would you happen to carry a handkerchief?” said Sebastian.

            “Ah, yes,” said Arthur. “Here you are.”

            Sebastian took it and stuffed it into Siemens’s mouth.

            “Hey, now, just a—!” Arthur deflated as his handkerchief was rendered unusable.

            “Hm…” Sebastian examined it. “Thank you so very much.” He handed it back. “Now! Mr. Phelps is next, I do believe?”

            He crossed into the next room, and Arthur pointed at the body.

            “The manner of his death alone differed from that of the other two,” he said. “I think it likely that he was injected with a poison via the puncture wounds on his neck. At the time of his death, the only entrance to the room was locked, created a perfect locked room scenario.”

            “I see,” said Sebastian, examining the marks on Phelps’s neck. “May I take a look at the room in which he met his end?” For a moment, his eyes met (Y/N)’s, and they took it as a cue. (Y/N) suspected he needed a moment to switch Phelps’s body to where his own body should be to keep up appearances.

            “Let me show you,” said (Y/N), leading the way and pulling Ciel, Arthur, and Grey’s attention as they headed up the stairs.

            “Vicar Jeremy’s powers of observation are quite extraordinary, so he might notice something we missed in there,” remarked Arthur.

            “Hm?” Grey happened to turn on the stairs and found no one behind him. He huffed. “That old man isn’t with us?”

            “Jeremy?” called Ciel.

            “Right behind you!” said Sebastian, appearing on the stairs below. “I apologize for making you wait. Come, let’s be off.”

            He managed it, thought (Y/N).

            “This is why I can’t stand old men,” complained Grey as they entered Ciel’s room.

            Sebastian examined the entire bedroom carefully before nodding his head somberly. “It would appear there exist multiple villains in this case.”

            The humans’ eyes widened.

            “So that’s how it is after all,” said Ciel.

            “Catching Lord Siemens’s killer will be simple enough, but catching Mr. Phelps’s killer will be rather difficult work,” said Sebastian. “And securing the latter ought to be our first priority to prevent any more loss of life.”

            It’s a snake, decided (Y/N), privately betting on it. Sebastian would never allow a threat any bigger than an animal come near Ciel in his own home.

            “Anyhow, no persons will be able to set out of the manor in this storm,” said Sebastian.

            “What are you talking about?” asked Arthur.

            “There are two conditions which must be met in order for us to capture Phelps’s killer,” said Sebastian. “The first is to wait for nightfall, the second is…your cooperation, Earl Phantomhive.”

            “My cooperation?” asked Ciel.

            “Yes, yours,” said Sebastian. “Let us discuss all the details this evening.”

            “So now it’s the butler’s turn, right? Let’s go back,” said Grey.

            (Y/N) and Sebastian’s eyes met. (Y/N) knew they’d have to make a little distraction for Sebastian to “investigate” his death without the others seeing his body.

            They walked into the room with “Sebastian’s” body, and Sebastian knelt by it.

            “If I recall, I’d heard that the butler was stabbed to death after being bludgeoned,” said Sebastian. “I do beg your pardon, my good man.”

            Of course he compliments himself, thought (Y/N), nose twitching.

            Sebastian lifted the corner of the cloth to reveal the arm of the body, and (Y/N) took their cue. “Oh!” They cried out, lifting a hand to their head and stumbling as if feint.

            “O-Oh!” said Arthur, genuinely worried. “What’s wrong? Are you quite well?” Everyone’s attention turned to (Y/N).

            “Forgive me…” they said, playing up the tremble of their voice. “To see my friend’s body yet again…it’s so terrible…”

            “Are you alright?” said Arthur.

            “Perhaps a break, if you’d like,” said Ciel, keeping the distraction up.

            Behind them, Sebastian finished his “examination” of the body. “The butler was killed most simply,” he declared, and everyone turned back to him.

            “Ah, perfect!” said Grey. “It’ll be dinnertime before long! I’m famiiiished! I wonder what’s on the menu today?”

            “I’m not sure. Shall I inquire with the servants?” said Ciel as they exited the room.

            “Nah. Don’t bother,” said Grey. “I’ll look forward to the surprise. I’m heading back first.”

            He’s going to double back and ensure Sebastian’s corpse is really Sebastian’s corpse. (Y/N)’s nose twitched. Grey truly was frustrating.

            “Well, now, shall we return to?” said Sebastian. “(Y/N) and I need to see the evening’s preparations so do go on ahead.”

            “Yes,” said Arthur and Ciel, turning and leaving.

            “You’ve got Grey?” said (Y/N).

            “Yes,” said Sebastian. “Start the preparations for dinner.”

            “Yes, ‘Jeremy,’ ” said (Y/N) with a smirk.

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One Hell of a Love (Book 2) Chapter Ten

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Ten: One Hell of an Alibi

Summary: Murder in the Phantomhive Manor isn't new, and (Y/N) remains unshaken.

            “He’s dead,” said Arthur, eyes widening.

            “What?” gasped Woodley.

            “No!” Irene’s voice quivered.

            “What was with that voice just now…” Baldroy ran into the room with Finny before stopping at the sight.

            “I-Is this man dead?” said Finny worriedly.

            “Yes…” said Arthur. “The hemorrhage from the chest wound was most likely fatal. I can’t be certain because of how dark it is, but—”

            “Hey, ain’t this room kinda hot?” remarked Baldroy.

            (Y/N)’s eyes slid to the fireplace, and they nearly smirked. Yes. It is.

            “Yes, it is,” said Sebastian. “I heated up the room in advance, but perhaps he had a chill.”

            “I say, what on Earth is the meaning of all this racket?” said Ciel, recovering from his sleepiness as he entered with Tanaka.

            “Young Master,” said Sebastian.

            Ciel’s eyes fell on the body in shock. “Lord Siemens!” He exchanged a calculated look with Sebastian and (Y/N).

            “I-In that case, let’s just leave things untouched as they are,” said Grimsby. “Until the Yard gets here, that is—”

            “No. We should move the corpse right away,” said Baldroy somberly.

            “Eh?” said Grimsby.

            “I don’t wanna put it like this, but flesh decomposes faster than you might think,” said Baldroy. “Even if we douse the fire now, the corpse’ll go right off if it’s kept by the hearth.”

            “Flesh…decomposes…” Irene shivered.

            Grimsby steadied her. “Irene…”

            “He’s right,” agreed Arthur. “I also believe that we should place the corpse in a cool, dark place until the experts can examine it.”

            “The cellar would work,” said (Y/N).

            Sebastian nodded in agreement. “Finny, bring us a cot.”

            “But the Yard won’t be here anytime soon, now, will it?” remarked Lau. He pulled back the curtain to reveal the raging winds and rains outside. “I mean, have you seen this storm?”

            “But that means we can’t leave this place, either, doesn’t it?!” said Woodley.

            “You only realized that now?” Lau shrugged nonchalantly. “Anyway, it’s fine. We all planned to stay the night anyway.”

            “It’s far from fine!” shouted Woodley. “A murder was just committed here—.”

            “Indeed,” said Grey. “Right now, this manor is truly an isolate island in the middle of nowhere. Therefore, it’s highly likely that the murdered is still inside the manor or within the grounds.” He paused and looked around at the ground. “Or perhaps I should say…thinking it through logically, the murderer is one of us?”

            Panic flashed cross the guests’ faces.

            “Why must it be one of us?! What kind of sick joke is that?!” cried Grimsby.

            “Yes, that’s right!” said Woodley.

            And yet the truth remains is that if a murder is committed, one of the people inside is likely the perpetrator. Though I suppose some rather determined people may brave the outdoors to arrive here, thought (Y/N).

            “First off, the majority of us have just met one another, and—” Arthur’s words were cut off by Irene exclaiming worriedly.

            “Miss Diaz?” said (Y/N).

            “When we arrived at the door to this room, it was locked, wasn’t it?” said Irene.

            “Now that you mention it, you’re right. It was,” said Mey-Rin.

            “Then someone could have entered the room from a window and, after locking the door to stall for time, escaped the same way they came, couldn’t they?” remarked Irene.

            “But wouldn’t you expect there to be footprints if someone came in from out of this downpour?” said Grey, looking at the balcony doors. “And let’s not forget, this room is on the second floor. The window’s locked, too.”

            “Then somebody locked the door from the corridor and then ran off after all…” said Grimsby.

            “That is impossible,” said Sebastian. He held up a key as an example. “The keys in this manor all belong to warded locks from when the manor was first built. The keys themselves are of very complicated make, so without a master locksmith on hand, duplicated them is impossible. Moreover, the keys are stored in a locked storage cabinet, over which I, the butler, stand guard, so no one can take the keys out as they please. In addition to the warded lock, the doors are also fitted with a latch on the inside for convenience’s sake, so they may be locked from within. In a situation where the keys cannot be removed from the cabinet. It is only possible to lock the doors from inside.”

            “In other words,” said Lau. “We’re looking at a locked-room murder, hmm?”

            (Y/N) glanced at the expressions of the humans and struggled to keep their composure. This banquet was proving entertaining for them.

            “That’s not possible…This isn’t some novel!” said Woodley.

            “Indeed.” Ciel yawned. “You’d never hear the end of it from the public if an unsophisticated locked-room drama like this was ever publish. Aren’t you of the same opinion, Professor?”

            Arthur blinked. “Ah! Yes, now I see…It is possible if you use that…”

            “What do you mean?” said Lau.

            “Needle and thread,” said Ciel.

            “A needle…?” began Grimsby.

            “And thread?” finished Woodley.

            “As Sebastian mentioned, this door can only be locked from the inside. However, you can easily lock it from the outside with needle and thread,” said Ciel. “It goes like this. First you jam the threaded needle by the raised latch to fix it. Then you lean the room, having pulled the thread under the door. Last, if you tug on the thread carefully so it doesn’t break and dislodge the needle…the latch will fall, thereby locking the door. If you retrieve the needle and thread from beneath the door just so, you leave behind no proof. And disposing of a needle and thread is easy enough. It’s a simple and boring trick that’s been used over and over in mystery novels. But the murderer isn’t looking to write a novel. This trick serves more as a practical diversion, wouldn’t you say?”

            “I do see now how you can create a locked room that way, but…” Lau trailed off.

            Arthur finished the horrible sentiment. “…Doesn’t that mean it’s possible anybody could have murdered him?”

            “We did no such thing! It must have been somebody else!” said Grimsby, holding Irene tightly.

            “It wasn’t me, either!” cried Woodley. “You’re the most suspicious one among us! Besides, I saw your face when Siemens was flirting with Miss Diaz! You were angry with him!”

            “Don’t falsely accuse me, old man!” shouted Grimsby. “Who’d murder a man over such a trivial thing!”

            “Come, come you two,” said Lau. “We just need to calm down and verify everyone’s alibis.”

            That is one of the smartest things he’s ever said, thought (Y/N).

            “Lord Siemens was murdered after he retired to his room, or, to put it more accurately, he was killed after he rang the bell for the servants and before Master Butler and company arrived at his door,” said Lau. “Thus you only need have an alibi for that time frame.”

            “Irene and I were in the billiard room,” said Grimsby.

            “Yes,” said Grey. “I was there, too.”

            “I as well, and Mr. Phelps, too,” said Arthur, checking on the still-unconscious Phelps. “After Lord Siemens went to bed and until the commotion occurred, we were all in the billiard room. None of us left the room in that time.”

            Ciel looked at Lau and Ran-Mao. “What were you two doing?”

            “Hm? We were drinking in the lounge with Mr. Woodley. Right, Ran-Mao?” said Lau, and she nodded.

            “Yes! We were together until the racket began,” said Woodley.

            “I and the rest of the servants were cleaning up in the kitchen,” said (Y/N).

            “Yes, we were!” said Mey-Rin.

            “To begin with, we didn’t even know which room Siemens was staying in!” pointed out Grimsby. “It would take ages to find him in this huge manor, am I right?”

            “Which leaves…” Grey’s eyes went to the one person in the room without an alibi. Ciel.

            “Forgive my insolence, Lord Earl, but what were you doing at that time?” said Lau.

            Ciel’s eyes narrowed. “I am indeed the only one without an alibi, but I had no reason to murder his lordship.”

            “Reeally?” challenged Grey with a smirk.

            “What is it?” retorted Grey.

            “You can’t say you had no reason with absolute certainty,” said Lau. “The reason for which one person murders another is typically inconceivable to other folk. People will never be able to understand another’s mind, regardless of how much research genius scholars collect on the subject. Besides, your company has a branch in Germany, right? You might have had disputes over some documents with him, a board member of a large bank…though we’d know nothing of such matters.”

            “Are you implying that my Funtom is defaulting?” Ciel scoffed. “What utter drivel.”

            “It is possible. In this day and age, any large company can disappear overnight,” said Lau with his usual casual tone.

            “Please wait!” interrupted Finny boldly. “I don’t quite get the complicated stuff, but! The Young Master would never do such a—!”

            “Finny,” said Ciel. “It’s fine. Step back.” Finny deflated.

            “What I want is a guarantee,” said Grey.

            “A guarantee?” said Ciel.

            “A guarantee that we’ll be able to make it out of here alive,” said Grey.

            “What…do you mean by that?” said Irene nervously.

            “This here manor is under the control of the killer, right? And until the storm passes, we’re stuck,” said Grey. “What happens if all our lips are forcibly sealed before the storm ends?”

            The dark sentiment caused the guests to shiver.

            Except for Lau, who just smiled brightly. “Then what about we confine him? You know, lock him up!”

            “Lock him up?!” cried Baldroy.

            “Our Young Master?!” said Mey-Rin.

            (Y/N) and Sebastian looked to Ciel. It was his call.

            Ciel sighed in annoyance. “If that will satisfy you, then do it.”

            “His Lordship’s room won’t work. An aristocrat’s quarters usually have some secret means of escape. My place has them, too,” said Grey.

            “Then how about we keep watch over the Young Master while seeing to you—” began Sebastian.

            “That won’t do either,” said Lau. “Any servants of the Lord Earl might allow him to get away.”

            “So I believe the best alternative is to have one of the guests stay with his Lordship and keep an eye on him,” said Grey.

            “You can count me out!” declared Grimsby. “There’s no way I can leave Irene along!”

            “I don’t want to myself!” said Woodley.

            “Me too. I have poor Ran-Mao to think of,” said Lau.

            I suspect it’s more laziness on his part, thought (Y/N).

            Grey looked at Ciel dubiously. “I don’t want to do it either, but someone’s got to.”

            Lau clapped Arthur on the shoulder. “It’s in your hands, Professor!”

            “Ehhh?!” cried Arthur.

            “No one else wants to!” chirped Lau. “Make sure you keep a close watch on his Lordship so he doesn’t run off now!”

            “N-No, wait a minute!” said Arthur, but no one was listening to him.

            “Oh, yes,” said Grey, remembering something. “I have something useful loaded on my carriage.” He looked at Finny and Baldroy. “You there. Will you go get it for me?”

            “Then we’ll break up for the night,” said Ciel. “Sebastian, (Y/N). Show everyone to their rooms.”

            “As you wish, sir,” said Sebastian.

            “Very well, my Lord,” said (Y/N).

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            (Y/N) was finishing preparations for breakfast the following day when Sebastian stepped into the kitchen. They turned to face him.

            “You’ve finished your investigation?” they remarked.

            “Not quite,” sighed Sebastian. “I know the killer—Earl Grey. However, I am not at liberty to expose him.”

            “Oh?” Now that was interesting. (Y/N) leaned forward.

            Sebastian sighed tiredly, almost bored. “It appears I’ve been killed.”

            (Y/N) smothered a grin. “Did you get caught off guard? Getting old, are you?”

            “Unfortunately, the Young Master would like this to play out longer so the Professor can gain some inspiration,” said Sebastian. As usual, Ciel was putting him through trouble.

            “Ah,” said (Y/N) in understanding. “So, how do you want to proceed?”

            “I will have you discover me ‘dead,’ ” said Sebastian. He smirked. “And then I shall…assume another role in this play.”

            “Very well,” said (Y/N).

            “And while I’m gone, please assist Mr. Tanaka is watching over the Young Master,” said Sebastian.

            “I will make sure your master is taken care of during your brief departure,” said (Y/N). They smiled at him. “And you know I’ve never failed you.”

            Sebastian gazed at them fondly. “I know. That is why I trust you.”

            (Y/N) blinked at the intensity of his gaze, and their nose twitched. “So, how do we start?”

            “I must go and stab myself again. I have made the other necessary arrangements,” said Sebastian.

            “And then I mourn your loss,” said (Y/N).

            “I can assure you, I would never allow you to mourn any loss of mine,” said Sebastian. He would never leave them alone. He would be with them until the end of time if they would have him. He would adore them for all eternity, worship them, treat them as the brilliant demon they were.

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            (Y/N) opened the door of Siemens room to find Sebastian positioned on the ground in a pool of blood. They knew he was perfectly alright, but at the idea of Sebastian truly being gone, every part of (Y/N) cringed. To lose him would destroy them. He was all they had in this world.

            (Y/N) wouldn’t know what to do with themself if he was gone. He had guided them, made sure they had the strength to face the world as a demon. He respected them as no one ever had, and they loved him. If he were to leave, they’d lose the person they loved, the being who held their heart.

            And so, (Y/N) poured all that emotion and love into their performance. And they screamed in agony over lost love as they discovered Sebastian’s “corpse.”

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One Hell of a Love (Book 2) Chapter Twelve

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Twelve: One Hell of a Discussion

Summary: The investigation continues as the death count mounts.

            The guests sat around the tea table on divans and armchairs as they had their snack. It was quite and subdued as they finished and finally got to business.

            “Well, now that I’ve had my dessert, let’s sort things out,” said Grey. “First, Lord Siemens. He died around 1:10 am today. Only Earl Phantomhive has no alibi. And then, the butler…we do not know his time of death. Next was Phelps, and he died around 2:38 am today…okay so far?”

            “No,” said Arthur. “The butler’s corpse was discovered before Phelps’s, but we do not know which of the two was first to be murdered.”

            “Oh, right,” said Grey.

            “Going by the state of the corpses, a few hours had elapsed from the time the two were killed,” said Arthur. “Thus, it holds true that both I and the Earl have an alibi as we were chained together till morning.”

            Ciel nodded. “The Professor and I were shackled and got into bed at around 2 am. Sebastian mentioned then that he had already taken Mr. Phelps through to my bedroom. And then Mr. Phelps was murdered around 2:38 am.”

            “Well, who saw Master Butler last?” said Lau.

            “The two of us most likely, but the room was dark and the clock far away, so I can’t be certain of the exact time,” said Arthur.

            “We saw Mr. Sebastian during the night!” said Finny, and Baldroy nodded.

            “I did too, I did!” said Mey-Rin.

            “As did I,” said (Y/N).

            “Around what time was that?”

            “Around 3:00, I believe,” said (Y/N). The witching hour. How appropriate.

            “That would mean Sebastian was the last to be murdered, isn’t that right?” said Baldroy.

            “Why did he go to see you?” said Arthur.

            “He came to take stock of the food with me and ordered Finny to clean the fireplaces,” said Baldroy.

            “He discussed duties for tomorrow with me,” said (Y/N).

            “And he gave me a carrier…owl? To dispatch,” said Mey-Rin.

            “An owl?” said Ciel.

            “An owl, unlike a pigeon, can fly even in a storm. Shrewd as usual, that guy,” said Baldroy.

            “What did the letter say?” asked Grey.

            “I was not privy to its contents, no, sir,” said Mey-Rin.

            “He might’ve sent that letter to the police!” said Arthur.

            “Even the phone lines are out due to this storm, after all,” said Ciel.

            “But if Sebastian was killed last, things get complicated, don’t they?” remarked Arthur. “The only two who could have created a locked room scenario in the Earl’s quarters were Mr. Phelps, who was within, and Sebastian, who possessed the key to said room…In that case, the theory that the culprit is Sebastian is most plausible…However….Sebastian was himself murdered.”

            “So, the butler lad conspired with another, with whom he committed the murders, then was himself killed to ensure his silence after an argument over the ill-gotten gains or somesuch?” said Lau, clearing enjoying spinning tales.

            “…That is possible,” said Ciel. “Then the likelihood is great of the perpetrator being one who would profit from disposing of them all.”

            “Quite so, quite so!” agreed Lau. “Money makes the world go ‘round, after all!”

            Woodley paused and glanced at Lau. “Mr. Phelps is the scion of the Blue Star Line, a leader in integrated maritime transport. He lacked presence, but he was capable enough to be put in charge of the trade division and had recently expanded the business into the Asian sphere. Lau. He was a competitor of yours.”

            Lau smiled and sipped his tea. “Hm, I suppose he would be.”

            “Furthermore, you carry around a needle in that capacious sleeve of yours, don’t you?” pointed out Ciel.

            Lau smiled pleasantly. “Indeed I do! However, it is an instrument of medicine.” He pulled a long, thin needle from his sleeve.

            That will certainly elicit a reaction, thought (Y/N).

            The rest of the guests cried out at the sight. (Y/N) kept from grinning.

            “Th-Then you killed Phelps!” shouted Woodley.

            Lau shrugged innocently. “Oh my word! Don’t you think you’re being a bit rash?”

            “You were snooping about the Earl’s bedchambers just now! You were destroying evidence, weren’t you?!” cried Grimsby.

            “What trick are you proposing I used to make a locked room of the dressing room, which is so far in the back?” said Lau. “It has no door leading to the outside, and I hate to disappoint you, but even we Chinese cannot pass through vents. First of all, please remember I do have an alibi for the time of Lord Siemen’s murder.” He grinned. “Really, Lord Earl! You can be suuuch a bully! This is no time to be getting back at me, you know!”

            Ciel deadpanned. “Should the man who suggested I be confined in the first place be saying such a thing?” He sighed and sipped his tea. “Well, even if you had conspired with Sebastian, no one could have killed all three victims. I was merely teasing you.”

            “You’re right,” said Arthur.

            “What is it you mean?” asked Irene.

            “If we make a simple chart of it,” explained Arthur, drawing in his notebook to show each person and who could have killed each victim. “This is what we get.” No one person had an opportunity to kill all three. “Only Earl Phantomhive could have murdered Lord Siemens around 1:10 am. Only Sebastian could have murdered Mr. Phelps around 2:38 am. Finally, anyone but the Earl and I could have murdered Sebastian around 3:00 am. Thus, even if the culprit had Sebastian for an accomplice, it is still impossible for one person to have murdered all of the victims!”

            “If one person couldn’t have done it, then the guests who came to the party as a pair must be the guilty ones!” cried Woodley, glaring at Irene and Grimsby.

            “Sod that!” shouted Grimsby. “It isn’t bad enough hat we’re locked up in this godforsaken place, but now you have the gall to treat us like common criminals?!”

            “Grimsby, calm down!” pleased Irene, holding onto him.

            “Yes, please, do calm down, gentlemen!” said Arthur.

            I can see why Ciel likes this one. He is sensible with an intelligent mind, thought (Y/N).

            “Besides,” continued Arthur. “This isn’t so simple a case as to be solved by the mere fact that two people would have been able to commit the cri—.”

            “Simple or not, I couldn’t care less!” cried Woodley angrily. “I’m sick of this! I can’t bear to be here any longer!”

            “And where is it you intend to go, sir?” said Ciel calmly. “Under these circumstances, I would be grateful if you would refrain from taking liberties.”

            “How dare you accusing me of taking liberties?!” shouted Woodley. “When all of these horrors are all your—!”

            “All my what?” Ciel’s tone was deceptively casual.

            Woodley paused, eyes widening in panicked anger. “I—! I know what you’re up to! Truth is, you’re the mastermind behind all of this, aren’t you?!”

            Ciel scoffed and smirked at the suggestion (though (Y/N) knew he definitely brought this group together for a reason). “I am afraid I do not know to what it is you are referring, but please do compose yourself.”

            “You called us here with the intention of putting an end to us all along!” cried Woodley. “You dog of the Queen! I’ll have you let me go now! Who in their right mind would stay here like a lamb to the slaughter?!”

            “Please wait!” said Arthur. “To leave in this storm would be folly! Staying here as a group would be best toa void risking suspicion as well—.”

            Woodley struck Arthur, and he fell to the floor. “I will not be dictated to by some medical quack!”

            “Woodley.” Ciel’s deadly calm voice pierced the tension. “I am telling you to sit. So sit down. Now.”

            “How dare you tell me what to do!” Woodley lunged for Ciel.

            “My Lord!” cried Arthur.

            (Y/N) slammed Woodley to the ground. The guests’ eyes widened, and Ciel didn’t flinch. (Y/N) braced Woodley on the ground, pinning him down. His arm lay over their knee, and if (Y/N) pressed their arm down farther, it would snap. Woodley attempted to move, but (Y/N)’s demonic strength kept him down.

            “Apologies for your discomfort.” (Y/N) wasn’t sorry at all. “However, Mr. Woodley, in this manor, anyone who seeks to harm the Young Master, no matter their station, shall be dealt with and shown no mercy.” They smiled falsely at Woodley below them. “I’m sure you understand.”

            “What is wrong with this cursed house?!” growled Woodley. “Damn you!”

            “Wh-What in the world did they just do? I never even saw them move,” said Arthur in surprise.

            “The maid and butler of this household have always been quite skilled,” said Lau, smiling.

            “(Y/N),” said Ciel. “That will do.” (Y/N) squeezed Woodley’s arm in warning before allowing him to stand. “Well, then.” Ciel put his teacup down. “As things currently stand, the Professor is the only one among us who, without a doubt, cannot be the culprit. Thus, I believe the safest and fairest option is to have the professor decide on how we should proceed.”

            “M-Me?” said Arthur.

            “Yes,” said Ciel. “For my part, I’ve no desire to leave the perpetrators endlessly wandering about my manor.”

            “N-No. Well, I can’t say I’m not of the same mind on that account, but…” Arthur trailed off nervously.

            “Of course the same goes for us,” said Irene.

            “That settles it, then,” said Ciel. “We have nothing but time until the storm lets up anyhow. So what do you say we hunt down and corner the culprits at our leisure? Hm, Professor?”

            Ah. Ciel’s getting his entertainment, now, thought (Y/N).

            Arthur straightened before sitting down again. “Alright. Alright. Hearing your sides of the story has made everything much clearer, but what concerns me the most is the whereabouts of the key to the Earl’s quarters. As it stands, only Sebastian, who was in possession of the key, could have killed Mr. Phelps, but if the key had passed into the hands of another, that would change matters.”

            “But now that Sebastian has been killed, can it not be said that if anyone does have the key, that person is the culprit?” said Ciel.

            “Quite,” said Arthur.

            “Then we first have to check whether or not the butler has the key,” said Grey. “If he does have it, consider that theory squashed.”

            “You’re right,” said Arthur. “To that point, I think it best that we always conduct ourselves in groups from no won. I do not wish to have a lady accompany us to the makeshift morgue, so…Miss Irene and Mr. Grimsby, if you would please remain here.”

            “Alright,” said Irene, leaning closer to Grimsby.

            “And…Mr. Woodley as well…” admitted Arthur nervously.

            “Hmph,” Woodley huffed.

            “I’ll be fine staying here, enjoying some tea with Ran-Mao,” said Lau.

            “I’ve nothing to do here, so I’ll come with!” said Grey.

            “Earl Phantomhive, I do hate to impose, but would you take us around the manor?” said Arthur.

            “Very well,” said Ciel. “As the servants are more familiar with the manor below stairs, let’s have them lead the way. Alright?”

            “Yes, Young Master,” said (Y/N), and Baldroy and Finny nodded.

            “Tanaka, Mey-Rin, stay here and see to our guests,” said Ciel.

            “Yes, sir,” said Tanaka and Mey-Rin.

            “Let’s be off, then,” said Ciel.

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            “In this setting, I half expect a guest or the like to pop out at any moment,” said Arthur as they walked down the stairs to the cellar.

            “Hey! Cut that out!” cried Grey dramatically. “There’s no such thing as ghosts! ‘Cos I only believe in what I can cut down with my sword!”

            “Then can you try your hand at walking without clinging on to me?” huffed Ciel.

            Grey squeaked. “I figured you might be scared, so I was only taking the trouble of comforting you!” His voice shook with every word, and (Y/N) smirked.

            “Gentlemen, we’re here,” said (Y/N), opening the door to the cellar. Three bodies lay under cloths before them.

            “When handlin’ the corpses, please use these gloves, if ya would,” said Baldroy, handing gloves to Arthur.

            “Good thinking, thank you,” he said. He cleared his throat. “Then if I may beg your pardon, Sebastian….” He pulled the cloth back and gasped. “He’s wet?!”

            Poor Sebastian had to go out in all this rain, thought (Y/N). Ciel really does drive him hard.

            “I’ll bet it’s from the rain leakin’ in through the roof,” said Baldroy.

            “Poor Mr. Sebastian! C’mon, let’s move in!” said Finny urgently.

            “Yes, let’s,” said Arthur. “The water will hasten decay, after all.

            “Decay…” Finny trembled.

            “Not to mention undressing him in order to investigate further will be quite troublesome since rigor mortis has set in,” said Arthur.

            Undressing…? (Y/N) felt the slightest dusting of pink color their cheeks. They had not anticipated stripping Sebastian. That would mean they would see him with much less clothes. (Y/N) wasn’t against it.

            Arthur continued. “So let’s first turn him over and—”

            “Stop it!” cried Finny, distressed. “Please don’t treat Mr. Sebastian like a thing!” he pushed Arthur back. “Mr. Sebastian is our dear—!”

            “Finny,” said Ciel sternly. “If you’re going to carry on like this, get out. You’re in the way.” He turned back to Arthur. “We can move him later. The key comes first.” The group of men stripped the body and examined everything.

            “It doesn’t seem to be on his albert chain,” said Arthur.

            “Did he maybe wear it ‘round his neck?” asked Finny, trying to be helpful while still gazing mournfully at the corpse.

            “Let’s see,” said Arthur. He shook his head. “It’s not there either. Would it not perhaps make sense for it to be in his private room?”

            “I can take you to it,” said (Y/N).

            “Yes, let’s,” said Ciel.

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            “This is Sebastian’s room,” said (Y/N), opening the door to the bare bedchambers (having barely been used, of course. They and Sebastian had no need for them).

            “It’s fairly large, isn’t it?” said Arthur.

            “He was an upper servant, like (Y/N),” said Baldroy.

            “Do you have any idea where he might hide a key, (Y/N)?” said Ciel.

            (Y/N) shook their head. “No. And even if I did, he’d likely intentionally place it somewhere else to ensure total secrecy.”

            “That sounds like him,” said Ciel.

            “Let’s just start with all the places that look like they’d be good for hiding valuables,” said Grey.

            Together, the group went through the chest of drawers, bedding, fireplace, and desk in Sebastian’s sparse room. Ciel then headed to the wardrobe. He opened the doors and let out an exclamation of surprise as several things leapt out at him.

            Cats. There were six cats happily hidden in the wardrobe.

            “Cats?!” cried the group, (Y/N) included.

            “Unbelievable,” said (Y/N). “Of course that’s the personal touch to his room.” However, (Y/N) was tempted to smile. After all, it was Sebastian loving their motif once more, and besides, (Y/N) now had several cats swarming them and purring. They knelt and pet the cats, who eagerly pushed closer to the cat demon.

            “Aww, what a cute kitty!” said Finny, happily picking up a cat.

            “That swinge!” cried Ciel. “He hid it from me and kept them anyway!” He sniffled as the cat hair drifted around him. “Don’t let a single one out of this room! Can’t…ha…” He sneezed.

            “Young Master!” said Finny.

            “Finny! Don’t get close to me with that thing in your arms! My allergies—!” Ciel sneezed again.

            “I suppose it’s time to retreat from this room, then. We haven’t found anything personal here,” said Grey.

            Ciel eagerly led them to the corridor to speak.

            “Stay in the wardrobe, sweethearts,” said (Y/N) to the cats, scratching them underneath the chin. They winked and put a finger to their lips. “Don’t tell anyone, but Sebastian will be back to take care of your soon,” they whispered conspiratorially. Then they followed Ciel into the hall.

            “You’d think it would’ve been nice for him to have a few mementos from home in there,” said Grey, glancing at the door to Sebastian’s room, shut once more.

            I don’t think you would want us to bring items from Hell, thought (Y/N) in amusement.

            “From where did he come to join the service?” asked Grey.

            “Dunno,” said Baldroy. “None of the staff knew where he was from or what he did on his days off. All we knew was that he was a perfect butler, who was ridiculously capable of doing his job.”

            “Maybe the Young Master could tell you more,” said Finny.

            “I haven’t a clue either,” said Ciel. “From whence he hailed, what kind of master he served previously, and what he did for said master were of no interest to me. I couldn’t have cared less about such things. At that time, anyone would have done. So long as they were loyal to none but me and did as I wish. Anyone at all.”

            “At that time?” Grey raised an eyebrow.

            Ciel ignored Grey and waved a hand. “Besides, (Y/N) is the one who has actually known Sebastian the longest.”

            “Oh, that makes sense, then,” said Baldroy. “I wondered why he seemed to trust you the most. Makes sense if you’ve worked together before.”

            (Y/N) smiled and nodded. “We have.”

            “Aha, then do you know anything about his past?” said Grey curiously.

            (Y/N) smiled at Grey. “I met him when he was already as he is now and I was just learning to serve.” Serve as a demon.

            “So you have nothing more than we do,” said Ciel. He didn’t believe that for a second—it was clear (Y/N) and Sebastian understood each other in ways humans couldn’t—but he’d let it go. It wasn’t that important.

            “Well, then, the key’s not in there,” said Arthur, redirecting the focus to the case.

            “Then does that just leave us with checking everyone’s belongings?” said Grey.

            Arthur shifted nervously. “Won’t everyone be outright against that idea? Especially the likes of Mr. Woodley…”

            “My public authority exceeds that of the Yard, so we can simply force them to show us if they refuse!” chirped Grey. “C’mon, off we go, off we go!”

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