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One Hell of a Love (Book 1.5) Chapter Nine

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Nine: One Hell of a Thief

Summary: Sebastian and (Y/N) rescue Ciel's soul, but his mind is fractured, and the spider demon decides on his next prey.

Mouse Note: Let me know what you guys think. Definitely setting up a major part of the next story arc!

(Y/N) tapped their foot and folded their arms. “So you’re the only one who’s going to go in?” Their eyes moved to look at the Trancy Estate mansion down the mountain. Ciel’s soul was within the confines; Sebastian had tracked his master there.

“There are many demons within the estate,” said Sebastian. “Having only one of us within the mansion is more strategic. Then, if there’s trouble, we have backup.”

(Y/N) tsked. “Fine. But be quick, it’s raining, and I hate getting wet.”

“Trust me, I don’t want to be in that disgusting mansion with the filthy thieves of our kind for longer than I must,” said Sebastian. “I will find my Young Master’s soul and leave.”

(Y/N) nodded. “I’ll be ready if you need support.”

Sebastian nodded to them in acknowledgement before picking up the suitcase with Ciel’s body and trekking down the hill. (Y/N) leaned back against a tree and waited for things to go wrong as they undoubtedly would.

Sure enough, (Y/N)’s eyes snapped towards the mansion a few hours later.

“(Y/N).”

Sebastian called to them, and they moved instantly. They smashed through a window of the mansion (if demons who were willing to steal souls lived there, what did (Y/N) care for decorum?). In a moment, they felt the presence of powerful demons and kicked a door open to find a blonde boy and a demon with golden eyes (Earl Alois Trancy and Claude Faustus, (Y/N) remembered from research) standing over Sebastian as he held the trunk. Alois’s eyes narrowed in anger, and Claude paused as he took in their entrance and demonic aura.

“Who the hell is that?!” said Alois, turning on them.

“I’m here to make a delivery,” said (Y/N) with a smirk. They kicked the kitchen table at Alois and Claude and pulled a cart to their side. “Shall we?”

Sebastian smirked and jumped onto the serving cart beside them with the trunk. Claude moved after them, his hands grazing (Y/N)’s skirt and tore a piece from it as they pushed the cart into motion. It sped off down the corridor. They turned the corner and bumped down one side of the foyer staircase. Claude slid down the banister across from them.

“Sebastian Michaelis,” said Claude. His eyes passed over (Y/N). “With a demon companion?”

Sebastian didn’t respond, neither did (Y/N) deign to speak, and leapt into the chandelier while holding the trunk. (Y/N) landed beside him. They narrowed their eyes as Claude’s eyes passed over them.

“This is your way, is it not?” said Sebastian, diverting attention to him. “ ‘Day into night, sugar into salt, dark blue into gold.’ ” Sebastian smirked. “Then, I will turn gold into black.”

(Y/N) broke the beam holding the chandelier to the ceiling, and it crashed to the ground as Sebastian and (Y/N) jumped safely out of the way. The room was plunged into darkness, and the cat and raven demons slipped out into the night with Ciel Phantomhive and his soul safely in their possession.

(Y/N) and Sebastian knelt in the garden outside of the Phantomhive Mansion. (Y/N) hovered behind Sebastian as he slipped the blue ring onto Ciel’s hand.

The Earl’s eyes opened, although faintly. As his consciousness and soul returned to him, something shifted in the air.

(Y/N) and Sebastian’s eyes widened. It wasn’t complete. His soul was fractured. They exchanged glances. Claude had manipulated Ciel’s soul.

“Sebastian? (Y/N)?” Ciel furrowed his brow. “Why are we outside? Why aren’t we in the mansion?”

“Young Master, we were in London last,” said (Y/N).

Ciel scoffed. “Why on Earth would we be in London? It’s hardly the season, and we have no case. Besides, Madame Red is likely invading my townhouse, so I won’t go there.”

Ah. There’s the issue.

Ciel didn’t have his memories. His soul wasn’t full because he had no recollection of his ambitions coming to fruition. His soul hadn’t found its revenge.

(Y/N) and Sebastian exchanged another look and acted quickly.

“Of course not, Young Master,” said Sebastian. He smiled. “You must have lost track of time. We’re on the mansion grounds.” He spoke the truth, simply omitting what Ciel couldn’t know.

“We’ll bring you inside, you seem tired,” said (Y/N).

“Very well. I do have a headache,” tsked Ciel.

“I shall prepare some tea for you,” said Sebastian, bowing.

The two demons carefully escorted him into the Phantomhive Mansion.

“Young Master! You’re alright!” cried the rest of the servants, jumping towards him.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” grumbled Ciel, narrowly avoiding their hugs.

“Well, there were the fi—!” cried Mey-Rin, but (Y/N) slapped a hand over her mouth and smiled.

“You know how these three are, my Lord,” said (Y/N). They glanced at Sebastian with a clear message: Get him out of here. I’ll handle them.

“Come, let’s get you some tea, my Lord,” said Sebastian, smiling and guiding Ciel away.

(Y/N) turned on Finny, Baldroy, Mey-Rin, and Tanaka, their hands on their hips. “Alright, listen, you three. Tanaka, you’re doing fine.”

“Ho, ho, ho,” said Tanaka, sipping his tea.

“The Young Master was injured in the fires and destruction in London,” said (Y/N). “He needs rest and to not be upset.”

“Does he not…remember?” asked Finny worriedly.

“He does not remember the last year due to his injury,” said (Y/N). They could lie smoothly, the words rolling off their tongue.

“Will he be alright?” asked Mey-Rin.

“I can’t imagine the Young Master letting himself walk around without memories,” said Baldroy.

“He has sustained no other injuries,” said (Y/N). They glanced at Baldroy. “And Sebastian and I will be working on his memory issues. However, you all need to keep from bringing up incidents in the last year. There’s no telling the psychological damage that could be done if all his memories came back suddenly without proper treatment.”

“Oh, no! We don’t want to hurt the Young Master!” said Finny, shaking his head furiously.

“We’ll be good and make sure the mansion is just right for him!” said Mey-Rin in determination.

Baldroy nodded. As a soldier, he understood the psychological issues some memories could cause. “We’ll continue as usual.”

“Excellent,” said (Y/N). “Now, if you all will run along to your chores to make the mansion perfect for the Young Master, Sebastian and I will see to his rest and recovery.”

They turned and walked away from the rest of the servants. Their curiosity had been satisfied. Now, (Y/N) and Sebastian could get to work and figure out a plan to move forward.

“So?” (Y/N) glanced at Ciel as Sebastian stepped out and closed the bedroom door.

“He’s asleep,” said Sebastian. “Though I doubt simple rest will recover whatever damaged his soul.”

(Y/N) nodded. “I agree. If you are to have your meal, his soul needs to be complete, and it will not recover on its own.”

“I have considered the situation, and I believe that there are two options,” said Sebastian.

“Oh?” (Y/N) cocked their head in interest, catlike.

“First, I attempt to recover his memories with certain trigger objects, locations, people, or phrases,” said Sebastian. He furrowed his brow in frustration and tsked. “However, there could be drawbacks.”

“Yes, the triggers could be quite specific, or the sudden recovery of memories could cause greater damage to Ciel’s mind and soul,” concurred (Y/N). “You would have to work slowly and carefully.”

Sebastian nodded. “The second option is to…repair the damage to his soul more directly.”

“I suppose some…tricks would be involved,” said (Y/N).

“I would have to create a situation where the Young Master achieves his revenge once more, where he believes in his soul once more that his goals are reached,” said Sebastian.

(Y/N)’s nose twitched as they considered. “It would require careful manipulation of facts, especially since you cannot lie to him. However, it could work. Many of my own contracts are about people feeling fulfilled and vindicated, so it can be more psychological triumphs that tangible. The satisfaction of achieving such goals is just as potent as physically exacting revenge or whatever else they need.”

They looked at Sebastian intently. “Which do you plan on?”

“I believe I will allow some time for the Young Master to go about his usual business to see if his memories return naturally,” said Sebastian. “Of course, I would be careful of any major triggers and ensure his soul is not further damaged.”

“Strategic,” said (Y/N), nodding.

“Then, if that does not work, I will move onto the second option,” said Sebastian. His gaze darkened. “But I will have his soul. I have earned it.”

(Y/N) understood the feeling. After a long contract, the sensation of satisfaction from a job well done and a delicious meal awaiting them was quite something. Few things gave demons such joy.

“And you, what is your plan?” asked Sebastian.

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow. “Are you chasing me off? I didn’t plan on leaving.” They weren’t going to leave now. Not when their feelings had grown so strong and Sebastian needed help needed them.

“You joined this household after finishing a contract due to boredom. From that time, you have engaged in battles against reapers and angels alike,” said Sebastian. He gazed at them with something they could not discern in his eyes. “You gained nothing from assisting me then, and you gain nothing from helping me now. You have no reason to stay.”

(Y/N) rolled their eyes. “Of course I have a reason.”

“I cannot see that you gain anything from this,” said Sebastian, raising an eyebrow.

I gain being near you. (Y/N) didn’t voice that, however. Instead, they said, “We’re friends, Sebastian, are we not?”

Sebastian blinked. “We are.” It was still strange to be friends with someone, let alone another demon, but he couldn’t deny the thrum of pleasure at the knowledge that (Y/N) was his in some way, even if just friendship.

“Well, then, we may not be humans or have the same type of friendship as them, but I know that I don’t abandon people,” said (Y/N). They smiled slightly. “Least of all the only friend I have.”

Sebastian felt the essence inside him that was akin to a soul thrum at their words, their loyalty. Every time he thought his love for them had reached its peak, it managed to grow.

A smile spread across his face, and he chuckled. “You have always been such an interesting demon.”

(Y/N) scoffed. “As if both of us don’t carry much more honor and respect than most of our kind.” They smirked. “Besides, isn’t that why we like each other?”

Sebastian’s grin showed sharp teeth. “That and your viciousness has always been quite impressive.”

“Well, of course, just as I find your cunning quite interesting,” said (Y/N).

They were demons. They were friends. Loyalty, honor, cunning, viciousness—those were the ingredients in their friendships and the catalysts for the fire of their love. And oh how that blaze burned within them.

“Claude! Why didn’t you stop them?” cried Alois as he curled up in the corner of his bed. After his sniveling and crying over the sudden darkness, he had been throwing a tantrum over losing Ciel Phantomhive to Sebastian Michaelis and the mystery demon. “You know that Hannah and those triplets are incapable!”

Claude bowed. “They have been punished, Your Highness. It is unfortunate that Ciel Phantomhive was stolen back, but I shall recover him for you.”

Alois softened at Claude’s “devotion.” “You will, Claude? For me?”

Claude knelt. “Of course, Your Highness. I am your butler. I am here to serve you.”

Alois deflated at the emotionless, businesslike tone. “Fine. Go and figure out how to bring him back,” he huffed, turning away from Claude.

“Yes, Your Highness,” said Claude, leaving Alois’s bedroom.

As he stood alone in the hallway, his pulled a scrap of black cloth from his pocket. He lifted it as he felt the slight energy left behind from the wearer of the skirt he had stolen it from. Claude’s eyes flashed fuchsia.

It was them.

They wore a human face and donned human clothes, but their energy blazed just as intensely as it had eons ago.

Claude still remembered when he had been called upon to train a younger demon. He had watched the newly formed demons with interest and instantly seized upon the demon born of a human life. They radiated heart and the pure satisfaction of having exacted revenge right before their death, the exact sensation Claude longed for in the souls he preyed upon.

In that moment, he had wanted them; he had wanted to break them. He had obsessed over the idea of taking the demon born of a human life and breaking them.

But they had been taken from him. Claude had lost them to another demon’s mentorship.

And yet here they were, still holding the same power and aura as all those millennia ago.

Claude licked his lips. This time, they would be his.

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theyanderespecialist · 1 year

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Bride of The Crow Demon: Yandere Sebastian X Ceil's Older Sister Listene... #Yandere #YandereSebastian #YandereBlackButler #BlackButler #SebastianBlackButler #Sebastian #SebastianXListener #Listener #Reader #SebastianXReader #Headcanons #YandereHeadcanons #Traits

Bride of The Crow Demon: Yandere Sebastian X Ceil's Older Sister Reader

[Hello My Sexy Muffins, welcome back to another chapter, in this chapter we have Sebastian from Black Butler! So please do enjoy!]

(Disclaimer: Sebastian though Morally bankrupt is NOT yandere in canon. This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all. Simping for fictional characters and fictional yanderes is fine as long as you are not illegal or gross about it. Also please remember to separate fiction from reality, yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Though if you want your partner to be like this, you do your muffin, just please be safe.)

(ENJOY!)

-Base Yandere Headcanons With Sebastian X Ceil's Older Sister-

.Sebastian is beyond morally bankrupt and this makes him one of the most ruthless and sadistic yanderes.

.He shows no mercy to ANYONE in the way of his darling.

.He would be solely focused and making you his darling as his darling you would have your fate sealed after meeting him.

.By chance he had met you for you are Ceil's older sister.

.You had been engaged to a man and were visiting your little brother.

.Sebastian had never seen such a beauty as yourself before, you are a vision of elegance and beauty and his heart was captured.

. Sebastian knows that you were close with Ceil so would do everything to earn the young lord's favor to have you.

.with you he would be very likely to give you plenty of attention and treats.

.not to mention watch you while you sleep, as he is creepily in the shadows... bro stop creeping.

.He adores you beyond anyone or anything else.

.Dealing with rivals by ruthlessly ending their lives and taking great pleasure in this.

.If anyone was to go after you to harm you they would be tortured beyond belief.

.He wants you, body, mind, and soul.

.As his wife and life mate.

.He plans to make you a demon like him, but first, he would have to deal with your brother.

.He is even willing to give up your brother's soul to have you.

.You to him are far more precious than any soul.

.He would confess to you with yandere manipulation.

.Telling you that he is a demon and that he has a contract for your brother's soul.

.There is one way you can fix this and that is to give yourself to him.

.You do it and become his, he made sure you would agree and you became the bride of the crow demon.

-Now the scenario-

To Sebastian, you were a stunning vision of beauty. You are the young Phantomhive lady. (Your Name) Phantomhive. He had met you when you were visited your brother from the estate. you had been betrothed to a lord and wish to see your brother. Sebastian was jealous of this Lord. So he did what any other demon would do.

He killed your fiance and burned down your estate. This way you were forced to stay with your brother and Sebastian. Sebastian took this time to spoil and court you.

"Good Morning Milady!" Sebastian says opening your curtains as you sit up and yawn.

It had been a year since the loss of your late Fiance and you mostly moved on.

"Good morning Sebastian." You tell him back.

"For breakfast we are having your favorite and the morning tea is an earl grey." He tells you pouring you a cup.

You nodded. "Thank you." You thanked him and drank your tea as he gave you the news of the day.

Ceil would be in his office for his studies and Sebastian and you would be in the foyer to practice your dance.

"Now let's get your dress milady." He says and helps you get dressed, he takes it slow.

He could barely contain himself as he helps dress you.

"Sebastian?" You ask him.

"Yes?" He asks back.

"When will my brother finally settle on a suitor for me, I do not wish to take up his home more than needed." You explain to him.

"Ah, I see." He says as he did not like the idea of you having a new suitor. "We shall see today, shall we not."

He has to move up his plan sooner, now he wish he had more time to court you and make you his. He brought you down for breakfast. Standing close to you to keep his eye on you.

Once that was done it was time to start dance lessons. "May I have this dance?" He asks you holding out his hand."

You smile and take it. "You may."

He cups your hip and takes your hand. "(Your Name)." He says to you. "I must confess something, you see."

He looks down into your eyes and his eyes flash to that of a demon. You freeze, frozen in fear.

"I have a contract with your brother for his very soul." He tells you. "There is a way that I will not take his soul. If you promise to be mine and mine alone." He tells you.

Your eyes are wide and you are shaking in fear. You would do anything to protect your brother, the fire, the losing your family. He was all you had left! "I-I will be yours." You tell him and he leans down sealing the deal and turning your right eye into a new contract with him.

You were now his, his bride, the bride of the crow demon.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter done, I hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy all of my sexy muffins!]

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excitedlysuffering · 4 years

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How You Met- Black Butler

Trying something new! Since Netflix only has the first season of BB💀I’ll only be able to write for these three and maybe Grell until I get my hands on the manga. Enjoy!

Ciel Phantomhive~

You suppressed the urge to sigh and roll your eyes as yet another man, who you didn’t care to know the name of, asked you for a dance. Generally, you didn’t mind balls and parties, you had a love for dancing, after all, but tonight your heart just wasn’t in it.

Tonight’s ball was at the Phantomhive manor, and as grand as it was, you couldn’t help but be on edge. Not only did something seem off about the environment, but you had overheard your parents talking of finding you a betrothed, much to your utter and complete horror.

“No, thank you, I was actually going to take a break…” The well-dressed man’s face fell, but you stood by your claim and walked to a nearby table and sat down. You dragged a gloved hand down your face, already exhausted even though there was plenty of party left.

You watched as couples in bright, happy colors waltzed around the room, laughter, and music permeating into every fiber of your being, which, oddly enough, seemed to worsen your mood.

“Not one for balls either?” A rather stiff voice asked you. You whirled around, startled, a hand on your chest. Your eyes widened as they landed on the Eart Phantomhive himself. “E-Earl! Oh, no, no, I’m just a bit tired is all. Everything is wonderful!” He waved a hand. “I dislike these events quite a bit as well. And Ciel will do.”

A small smile tugged at your lips. “I’m (Y/N), it’s great to meet you, Ciel.” He lent a hand out to you. “You as well, (Y/N). Would you like to accompany me to the gardens? I often find myself there to escape these things.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, you placed your hand in his and let him guide you outside the ballroom. An adventure with the elusive and mysterious Ciel Phantomhive seemed infinitely better than staying in the stifling room.

Sebastian Michaelis~

Your Death Scythe, two sai, made a cut across the body of a British soldier. As usual, thanks to the fallout of that blasted fallen angel, you were on overtime and had to clean up a palace full of almost dead guards and the like.

“My, my, what do we have here?” Your head snapped up and away from the cinematic records. You froze as you met the typical red eyes of a demon, a particularly smug-looking one at that. “I suppose this was your doing?” You asked flatly.

His smirk widened, confirming what you already knew. “My master asked and I did, however, if I had known that they’d send you, I would’ve done this on my account.” Your eyes rolled behind your Shinigami glasses.

“I’m busy, demon, go bother someone else.” After marking the last man for death, you stood up, sheathing your sai.

“Oh, but you fascinate me!” You gave him a suspicious look. You hadn’t even done anything besides what every Grim Reaper did daily. “Sure.” You prepared to take your leave, but the butler dressed demon appeared in front of you. “You remind me of a cat, aloof, graceful, petite, such a supple body…”

You backed up, mildly disturbed by the ravenette. “...Okay…” He shook his head, breaking himself out of his cat daydream. “I never did get your name, miss?” You cocked an eyebrow.

“I believe it is courteous to introduce yourself before asking me to.” His smirk widened imperceptibly. “Ah, my apologies, miss,” he replied, not sounding sincere in the slightest, “Sebastian Michaelis is what my master has named me.” You shrugged. “Name’s (Y/N).”

Just as he was about to respond, a younger voice rang out. “Sebastian! Don’t be tedious, let’s get going.” You smirked, “Best obey, your master, Sebastian.”

He let out a light chuckle, bowing slightly. “I suppose you’re correct. We’ll meet again, Miss (Y/N).” Then he was gone. A sinking feeling in your stomach told you he had met what he said.

Adrian Crevan (Undertaker)~

London was a cruel place to live for someone who had been dealt a bad hand in life, you know that better than most. After your family had perished in a boat accident, you had lost your home and everything in it. Your only choice was to find a job so you could afford a decent enough place to live.

That was how you found yourself in front of the Undertaker’s shop. This was your last option, but it seemed that fate was against you as every other place had turned you away. Pushing aside your nerves, you walked in the door, squinting in the dim lighting.

“Um, hello? Is anyone here?” You heard footsteps and saw a grey-haired man walk into the room, a biscuit in between his lips. “Oh, hello, dearie~!” You waved shyly as you stepped further into the shop.

“Hi, I was wondering if you had any job openings available? I’m willing to do whatever is needed…” The undertaker giggled, clapping gleefully and you sweatdropped. You’d heard that he was on the… stranger side, but you weren’t quite expecting this.

“Oh, my, an apprentice! What’s your name, dearie?” You sighed in relief, happy he hadn’t yet turned you away. “I’m (Y/N), it’s nice to meet you…” You trailed off, realizing that you didn’t know his name, only his title.

“Just call me, ‘Undertaker’, everyone does,” He giggled. You offered him a small smile, his optimism somewhat contagious. “Alright then, Undertaker, is there anything I need to do in order to get the job?”

His grin widened, seeming to take up the whole area of his face that wasn’t covered by his bangs. Could he even see? “Just one small thing is all I ask! Make me laugh and the job is yours~” You blinked, not quite processing the odd request.

“Make you… laugh?” He nodded eagerly, his sleeved hands clasped together. You racked your brain, trying to think of something that would be sure to make the man laugh.

Before you could say something, the slightly unhinged man burst out laughing, to your confusion. “D-did I miss something?” He only laughed harder, clutching his torso and stumbling all over the room, but managing to avoid the coffins scattered all over.

“You were thinking so hard, dearie! Guess who got the job~” A thrilled smile replaced your confused frown as giggles erupted from your lips, the sounds joining Undertaker’s own laughter.

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pinkglitteranddeath · 2 years

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Heyyy, I’m back :) Hope you’re doing great and I really enjoy the Black Butler head canons you make❤️. Can I please have some head cannons of Grell, Undertaker, Sebastian, and Claude(separately) with a s/o who is a Powerful witch and presents themselves as quiet, smart, and a serious person. However, their s/o likes to mess with them(Black Butler Characters), prank them, make jokes but when they(Black Butler Characters) tell someone about it no one believes them and think their joking because the significant other is so quiet and looks so serious. Thank you so much, but take your time and please don’t rush yourself :)❤️

Sebastian, Baldroy, Mey-Rin, Tanaka, Y/N: *Cleaning and Preparing the Ball Room for a party*

Sebastian: *Bends down to kill a Spider he saw*

Y/n: *sees Sebastian bending down and uses magic to give him a playful smack his buttocks*

Sebastian: *does high pitched girly scream*

Everyone: *looks at Sebastians*

Y/N: *Innocently* Are you okay Sebastian? ☺️

Sebastian: *glares at you*

*Later that Day w/ Ciel*

Ceil: Who was the girl screaming earlier?

Sebastian: Girl?

Ceil: Yes, I heard a loud squeaky scream

Sebastian: My Apologies for that, it was me. You see, I saw a spider bent down to kill it and was attack by Y/N

Ciel: *Cocking smiling at Sebastian* You know it’s okay to be scared you don’t have to blame it on a Lady.

Black Butler x Powerful Witch Reader

A/n- Sorry I don't Write for Claude but I hope you enjoy everyone else.

I'll be taking inspiration from these headcannons.

Grell

When she first met you she wasn't quite sure how she felt about you.

On the outside you are very different from her but as she gets to know you better she starts liking you more and more.

She is a SIMP for you and will always ask you to show her what cool things your powers can do.

She thinks it's really funny when you play pranks on her and you have a little prank war going between you.

Grell: Darling why is my death scythe covered in cake mix?

Y/n: *Innocently* I don't know Grell why is your death scythe covered in cake mix?

When Grell tells William about all they crazy pranks you get up to he never believes her because your just sitting their innocently and quietly.

Undertaker

I feel like Undertaker would be the same as Grell in that he would really have to get to know before he falls for you.

But after that there's barely ever a quiet moment when you two are around.

To most people you seem very calm and silent, befitting the partner of a mortician but when its just you and him chaos breaks loose.

You two also have a prank war going on and spend your days off forming even crazier pranks.

Because you can't get hurt as easily because of your powers the pranks are always a little dangerous.

Sebastian

He loves you he really does but so God help him if he finds you've replaced all his clothes with bright pink ones again.

The servants are often roped into your elaborate pranks but Sebastian doesn't punish them since he know you the mastermind behind it.

The only rule you two have is that you are not allowed to pranks him on the days when people are coming over.

At first Sebastian thought your pranks were extremely childish but as time goes on he starts forming his own little pranks to get back at you.

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hisgirl99 · 5 years

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Go read my book please ❤️

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viridwns · 2 years

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Phantomhive MOM!AU

Vincent Phantomhive x fem!mom! reader

Masterlist

warnings: Yandere themes, dark themes, mentions of stalking, forced and unhealty relationship

A day in the life

"Stop that." Vincent's stern voice rung through the once silent work study. You didn't look up from the romance book you were reading as the main character was about to do something stupid. "Stop what?" You questioned him. Your voice was barely audible as you were still emerged in your book. "Sighing. I'm trying to work, darling." His head was hanging low as he scribbled something on a paper before laying it on a pile of letters on his left. You knitted your eye brows together; your focus slowly draining away from the world you were pulled into. "Sighing?" You re positioned your body on the small sofa you were lying on, to get a better look at your husband. "I didn't notice i was." Your eyes were slowly drifting from the page you were reading. The focus you once had completely gone. You sighed as you put your book down, probably not finding the motivation to read it further today. "You're doing it again honey." You side eyed him.

Sighing became as natural as breathing for you the past days. Being surrounded by 4 luxury walls and not being able to do anything without your husband monitoring your every move, has lead to extremely tiring days with a continues repetition of what you were doing the day before. You threw your book on the small coffee side table on you right as you huffed. "I'm just so bored Vincent." You plopped yourself on your back as you stared at the blank ceiling. The sound of pen hitting paper stopping for just a second. A few seconds of silence enveloped the room. You felt your palms getting sweaty. 'Oh no did i say something to trigger him?' You questioned yourself as the silence only lasted longer. But the sound of Vincent writing again made you heave a sigh in relieve. "I suppose your days have been looking a tad bit bland yes, why don't you take our sons for a walk?" You shot up, your vision going a bit blurry from the fast movement you just made. Did you hear that right? You were allowed to go outside? Without him? You looked at him with uncertainty in your eyes. "Are you serious?" You hesitantly asked. He looked up from his paperwork and stared you death in the eye. "Yes, i am. Now go before i change my mind." He smiled slightly at you as you immediately stood up. "No! i will go right now." Not even the fastest runner could compare with the speed you flew out of that door. Your face lighting up at the fresh air and bright sunlight that was waiting for you. "Be back in 2 hours! I do expect a reward when you get back!" You heard him yell from the study, but you weren't planning on ever returning.

On your way to the front door, you ran past the head butler Tanaka. "Oh wait Tanaka!" You couldn't contain your excitement as you rambled at him to get the twins, and ready them for a walk. He was skeptical at first, but as soon as you said he could check the information by Vincent, he nodded and went on his way to do as you wished.

When you reached the door, you slipped on your white patent leather shoes and reached for your cloak that was hanging neatly by the door, barely touched. You were now waiting by the door, eager to pull that damned handle down. You spotted your two sons and Tanaka walking over to you, the twins beaming with happiness.

"Here are they. Have a safe walk miss Phantomhive. I will see you in two hours." Tanaka bowed down at you politely as the twin grabbed your hands in theirs. "Thank you, i'll see you then!" And with that, Ciel pulled down the handle to open the door. He pulled you outside as the younger twin calmly walked next to you, almost hugging your side. The sound of shoes hitting gravel filled you with utter happiness as you basket in the sunlight you were getting. The fresh air filling your nostrils like freshly baked bread.

"I am so happy daddy finally let us go on a walk with you, but we had to make the promise to keep you safe!" The oldest of the two said, an annoyingly cute smile plastered on his face. "He told us, as if we wouldn't already keep you safe." The younger one scoffed. You laughed at their antics. "Well my knights in shining armors! Why don't we go to the harbor! i really want to see the sea." You smiled down at them as they nodded eagerly. If luck was on your side, you could sneak on a ship and just sail far, far away from this hellhole. unbeknownst to you, a navy haired man had just ordered his butler to grab his coat for him, the reason for it being that he wanted to go on a nice two hour walk.

I finally found the motivation for another part for the mom!au T-T

Song i listened to while writing this:

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lizziemichaelis · 2 years

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Sebastian Michaelis X reader

When you’re scared of the dark♡

The clock read 8:37PM, and I had just recently reached my temporary room. The manor was silent- all of the residents presumably sound asleep by now. Yet I was still awake, staring at the ceiling above.

Ever since I was young I had a strong distaste for the dark. A fear, some might say. I avoid sleeping without light as much as I can, usually keeping a candle or two lit on my bedside table. Though that night it wasn’t an option, since I was a guest at the Phantomhive Manor.

I could have just asked for a candle, but I was too busy ogling the extremely attractive butler Sebastian to think about it. Since I was already in my room, I feared it would be a bother to get up and ask. Though nothing was more of a bother than the fact that I was shrouded in darkness. I was desperately avoiding looking around me, scared of what shadows I may see lurking around.

Shortly after I let a small whimper escape from my lips- a knock sounded at the door. I quickly turned to check the clock again as my heart rate increased, 8:40. Who could be here at this hour? To avoid being in the dark without the cover of my duvet for too long- I sprinted to the door. I undid the latch quickly, opening up the door slowly to reveal the visitor.

There was my savior- standing with a lit candle in front of me. Sebastian stared down at me with a soft smile on his face, looking dashing as ever. His red tinted eyes seemed to glow, pale skin contrasting raven hair that fell quite unkempt. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of his figure.

As happy as I was to be accompanied, I had one racing thought- Why is he here?

“Good evening, my lady,” he spoke in a sultry tone, looking past me to examine my room, “is your chamber to your liking? I can’t help but notice you’re still awake even though you retired here quite a while ago.”

“How did you know I wasn’t asleep?” I was curious to know, confused on how he noticed my discomfort. He thought for a moment before replying.

“I just happened to be passing by when I heard your voice. I wanted to make sure our guest was comfortable.” He was so caring, yet I felt a bit embarrassed that he had heard me basically cry out in fear- and that now I needed to tell him the reason. I brought my hand up to my chest to fidget with the neckline of my sleeping gown, debating what I should say. I looked away from him when I replied.

“Well you see,” I mumbled, lowering my voice, “It’s quite… dark in here.” He sighed in response.

“Oh my, are you perhaps… scared of the dark?” He leaned down slightly, teasing me. My face quickly heated up.

“I am,” my voice was a little more than a whisper as I spoke.

“If you wish, I can accompany you as you sleep,” my breath halted as he reached out his hand to let a finger touch under my chin, gently turning my head to face him, “I can’t have a guest be scared all alone in her room.” My already red face was now many shades deeper.

“It wouldn’t be a bother?”

“I’m sure the young master wouldn’t mind,” he stepped into the room, guiding me to my bed. He stood by holding the candle, waiting for me to settle into my bed. Even though he was standing there with a small source of light, I was still anxious- the rest of the large room around me was still an abyss of black. I swallowed my pride to request something more.

“Could you… lay next to me?” I could feel my voice shaking, scared of not only the dark around me but of what he would think. “I’m still… afraid…”

“You wish for me to cuddle you to sleep, my dear?” He laughed silently, taunting me with a smile, stepping closer to the bed.

“…Yes,” I sounded needy now. He pondered the request for a bit, and then placed the candle on the nearest surface, sighing as he slipped into the bed. The mattress dipped with his weight, and he got under the covers carefully. As soon as he faced me and was situated, I snuggled forward and dug my face into his chest. My hands were clasped together, knees pulled to my chest, hiding from the darkness around me.

Sebastian was surprised by my actions at first, eyes widening a bit before slightly chuckling, “you really are scared, my dear…” He took his arm and pulled me closer to his torso, comforting me with a few rubs on my back and a shush. “There’s nothing that can hurt you,” I could practically hear his smile, “not when I’m here to protect you my sweet.”

“Thank you,” I whispered quietly into his chest, finally able to rest peacefully without fear and worry.

“Of course, little kitten.”

It wasn’t long until I drifted off to sleep, Sebastian staying for a bit before slipping out of the room, continuing on with his tasks. Though he had left my room, he made sure I didn’t wake up alone before the sun had risen. What butler would he be if he couldn’t ensure the comfort of one of his most adorable guests?

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theodora3022 · 3 years

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Too Trusting (Yandere Ciel Phantomhive X F!reader)

Summary: You picked up a half-dead young man from a dark alley, tended to his wounds with your nurse skills. However, you did not expect his way of paying his debts.

Notes: So this is a Ciel counterpart of this by @animeyanderelover First time writing for Black butler so hopefully this do not turn out to be too OOC.

Ciel is aged up in this, so no pedophilia haha.

Word count:3.1k(I went overboard oops, a sequal is already taking space up in my mind but whatever), long read with caution

Trigger Warning(s): Gore, drugging, implied dub-con, stalking

Stars glistening behind thin clouds, while the silver moon watches over midnight London carefully.

You yawn and stretch your stiff limbs as you walk out the hospital hall. It has been a long night, though not many patients, the slow hours from afternoon to midnight is nothing less then torture.

You know what you were getting into when you took up studying nursing, but you still cannot chase away this sensation of annoyance. The walk back to your family’s manor is usually peaceful, as it is through a well-to-do neighbourhood of the city. But you still stay on your guard as you lower your hood cape and hurried along. Under ideal circumstances, you would have a carriage for commute, but your noble yet impoverished family could only live a modest life even though your father holds the title of Count. As a result you grown to be independent, cleaned your own room, dressed yourself, enough to become a hard-working nurse instead of a proper noble maiden.

You were unsure of your eyes when you noticed a trail of blood prints leading towards a dark alleyway. Judging by the traces, it means the person, or the thing is still nearby as they are fresh. Should you follow this? What if it is a criminal? But your care for this person’s health got the best of you. With this amount of blood loss, the wounds can be fatal if not given proper medical care. Whoever they are, you cannot just walk away and forget all about them, as it is against your conscience.

A young man dressed in fine suits is not what you expected, although you imagined that suit would look better if not soaked crimson, it seems that he has been shot by guns, the bullet wholes are the proofs. This is no good, you thought as you observe the pool of blood forming underneath him. He needs treatment right away. Although the gunshots are not on his vital parts, such as heart or brain, the blood loss from arteries would drain his life quickly.

“Sir? Can you hear me?” Crouching down, you made a close-up examination of his condition. Unconscious and pale, it seems he had dragged his way into his dark back alley with all those bullet shots. Putting some simple bandages over his wounds, you scoop his slim form up and hurried out of that place.

It feels like a long, feverish dream for Ciel, being carried as he senses the bullets still present in his flesh.

He woke up staring towards your bedroom ceiling. It is morning already, where is Sebastian? Noticing the unfamiliar scenery, Ciel quickly reaches for his right eye, relieved to feel that his eyepatch is still intact.

With a crack of the door, you walked in with a teacup in hand. “I see that you’re awake, I was expecting you to be in coma a bit longer.” Although you are a bit offended by the young man’s cold and evaluating gaze, you still put the cup of warm water on the nightstand.

Instead of taking a sip at the liquid, he asked questions. So demanding, fitting for a young noble.

“Where am I?” “The (family name) manor, do not worry, my parents would not be home until later this week.” Brining a man home while your parents are away, how scandalous, yet you know the laundry maid and the cleaning maid knows to keep their mouths shut. “I advise you to not trying to move too intensively at present, your wounds are still healing.” Pouring yourself a cup, you took a seat on the long sofa next to him. That is where you doze off last night, where the wounded man took your bed. Today is supposed to be your day off, you planned to use it to catch up on sleep, but now it is all ruined thanks to mister mystery on your bed here.

The (family name) family? Ciel vaguely recalls reading about this name before. This house of Counts used to be quite influential in the days of the Queen’s grandfather, George III, and the regency era, but now they are nothing more then minor nobles. Still, he cannot fandom how a lady like you had saved him from that bloody mess.

Looking down to his abdomen, Ciel can see he had received medical attention from you. Now that he has been saved from the reaper’s collection, Ciel knows the best thing to do is calling for his loyal butler. However, he must find a way to repay his debts you. You did save his life, after all.

“How long was I unconscious?” “Only for a couple of hours. May I have your name, Sir?”

He knew he should hide his identity, even from you. The less people knowing that the Queen’s guard dog was almost successfully assassinated last night, the better. But as if his lips have a mind of its own, Ciel let it slip out. “Ciel.” Good thing he managed to hold the word after.

Ciel, the French word for sky. Suitable for his eye color. “Well, pleasure to meet you Sir Ciel, I am (y/n). You might have guessed I am a noble but spare me the court protocols. Right now I am nothing but a humble nurse.” Now you have a chance to look at Ciel properly, he is actually quite handsome with those delicate features. Silky blue-black hair paired with peacock blue eyes, although one of them is covered by an eyepatch. You were tempted to pry when he was still out but choose not to as it could bring horrific consequences. Noblity can be so cruel, you do not want to get dragged into their mess further.

“I thank you, for coming to my aid.” Ciel lowering his upper body forward, attempt to bow as best as he could in his current state.

“It was nothing, really. Please be careful, Sir Ciel. Your wounds are sealed, but vigorous movement can still open them up.” Your knotted brow amuses him, how can you act so nonchalantly when receiving gratitude form Lord Phantomhive himself? You are a peculiar one indeed. Brining a stranger home and patching him up, while you know nothing of his identity or intentions. How very naïve of you. Guess there no harm in trusting you for a bit. If you want him dead you could have just left him in that damp alleyway.

Taking a sip of the teacup you prepared for him, the Earl frowned at the plain taste. But he drank all of it, nonetheless. Being subjected to tea for so long, he finds water dull and it leaves a foul taste in his mouth. It would have to suffice for now. “My butler would be here soon; would you mind opening the windows?”

Baffled by this odd request, you still drew away the curtains and let the morning sunshine in the room. Seeing you bathed in sunlight had made Ciel feel a certain something. He is startled by this strange sensation, how it made him blush and lose composure. The Earl had never been very sociable person since childhood, so the only female he frequently spend time with is his fiancée Elizabeth. One could say the fairer sex is foreign territory to this man. Ciel is used to being around Elizabeth, out of duty as she is his future bride. But he never felt this warm feeling when he is with her. You might not be a beauty by popular standards, but there is just something about you that made him want to... maybe it is your caring gaze, or your easygoing attitude, Ciel is not sure which one to pick.

“Excuse me, young lady, do you mind telling me how serious my lord’s injuries are?” You jumped back, frightened by the sudden appearance of the tall man on your window ledge. This is two stories high; how did he get up here? No wonder why Ciel wants you to open the windows.

“Sebastian, you frightened her.” The young man scolded the butler, who merely bowed and apologized for the intrusion. You begin describing his bullet wounds in great detail, even showing him the aftermaths: the bullets you took out before on a plate. But you soon found yourself staring up into the butler’s gorgeous eyes, and you started stuttering. Those eyes are like swirling tornadoes, drawing you close every minute. Although Sir Ciel is already an attractive lad, his butler seems to be on whole new level.

Usually when women were swooning over Sabastian, Ciel would find it irritating but simply ignore the interaction, as it could be used to their advantage. But seeing your starring eyes fixated on the tall man in black, a bunch of...jealousy hit in in the head. You saved him; he is supposed to be the one you are looking after! Why are you so focused on that demon? Taking notes of his young master’s angry signs: how Ciel bit his underlip, Sabastian knows he had gone too far with you.

“Sabastian, carry me back home, that is an order.” He spitted out the sentance rather harshly.

You snapped out of your funny state, approving his actions: “If you must move, it is the best if someone carry you. Sir Sabastian, do you need me to call you a carriage?”

“No need, Miss. My lord and I would be on our way now, thank you for your assistance.” Within two seconds, they both disappeared from the room, as if they were never there. You shook your head, cleaning up the teacup and the messy quilts, wondering how you are supposed to return that blood-stained suit jacket that still lies in the laundry bin downstairs.

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The Earl Phantomhive is now back to his study, reading a report about you.

“May I ask you why this young lady had peaked your interests?” That smirk on Sabastian’s lips successfully irritated Ciel’s short temper. Scowling at him, he tried to explain how he only wants to properly thank you on saving his life. “I never like owning debts, but I do repay them. What is that smirk for, Sabastian? Are you teasing me?”

“Why, how could I milord. I do not have the courage to mock my master.” After giving him a warning look, Ciel returns to his paperwork, setting your files aside. But unfortunately his mind starts to wonder.

What would it be like, to have your hands messaging his shoulder when they are sore from work? Those hands that pulled him from death not so long ago. No, no. He has to stop. Ciel Phantomhive already has a fiancée, and even though he had no romantic feelings for Elizabeth, it is not proper to just daydream about another lady in such salacious manners.

Even so, Ciel needs to make you do not face any dreadful consequences because of him. Many people want him dead; he simply cannot allow you to be affected by his foolishness. A precious person like deserves to be protected and cherished.

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Labelling your strange encounter with Sir Ciel as a notable but past event, you carried on your daily duties per usual. Your parents did not suspect a thing as you took care of all traces of Ciel, you still work those awful full night shifts. That suit jacket is cleansed, folded neatly in your bottom drawer, as a reminder of Ciel and his handsome butler is not a fever dream.

While browsing the London news during afternoon tea, you glance at the gossip column and find how Lord Phantomhive had broke off his engagement with little lady Midford. You pay it no particular mind, as you were barely involved in high society due to your family’s declining status. Gossips such as these does not bother you a bit. You placed the newspaper back to its proper shelve, finishing the biscuits as you thought about how you should get out of this state of unease.

Maybe you are just losing your sanity from night shifts, but ever since that day Ciel appear in your life, you have this constant feel of being watched everywhere. In your bedroom, in the hospital halls or in the streets, no matter where. No matter how hard you searched, there is nobody. Even though you sense no malicious intent, it still worries you and kept you up at nights. Your parents are worried about your ever-growing dark circles, but you just brush it off as side effects of your job.

“Really, dear, you shouldn’t overwork yourself.” The Countess, also your mother said at the dinner table one night. “The household can still run without your overtime pay; you know.”

You nod silently, pretending to be having trouble dissecting the salmon filet. Working is a way to help your parents pay for the ever-expensive bills of this manor, as well as your insurance of not being sold on the marriage market by your devious uncle, who brought suitors to every family party. How he said: “Your family might not be what it used to be, but a son of a wealthy merchant can change that!” disgusts you so. Those men disgust you also. All they want is that Count title, as you are the only child, your family title would go to you.

“You got mail, milady.” Your washer maid presents the latest postage to you. Ah, is it the pay checks?

When you held the white envelope in your hands, you could not believe your eyes; The scarlet wax seal is engraved with the crest of a dog, representing the Phantomhive family. What could the Earl possibly want with you? Although you are a nobleman’s daughter, you never acted like one and you lived a middle-class life. The only distinction being the family tree and your blood. Knowing your worth, you did not assume naively how the earl must have want your hand in marriage, even if he recently broke off his engagement. Your status of a backwater noble is too insignificant for him to notice, so why did you receive this letter?

It indicates the Lord wants you to join him for dinner tomorrow night, which made your stomach churns. Your table manners are not the best, as your parents do not care for such things. Along with the letter there is a package containing a fine black dress, its velvet material surely feels expensive. What did you do to attract such attention from the Queen’s guard dog? You simply cannot fathom why, never at once Ciel came to your mind. You initially wanted to turn down the invitation, but your father said it would reflect poorly on the family. You accepted it, not wanting to put your parents in trouble. This must be a mistake, you thought. I am not qualified to be some lady, all I wanted is to help people in the infirmary.

The dress fits you perfectly, as if it is tailored by the finest in London. A shiver climbs down your spine as you thought about how he obtained your measurements. All you have to do is smile, eat whatever, and he will get bored of you in no time, right?

No.

When you were greeted by that devilishly handsome butler again, you were so relieved. This is just Ciel inviting you to dinner, to show his gratitude! There is nothing to be concerned about.

Ciel not like himself from few weeks ago at all. You can tell that he is trying whatever strategy to make you feel comfortable, even telling you to forget about stiffy table manners if you like. Hm, how unusual, as you heard before the Earl is found of strict etiquette and protocols. But having seen him in a fragile state before, you never once suspected his true intention.

Ciel is mad. Not at just anyone, but at his loyal servant, Sebastian.

How dare he drawn your attention away, how dare he makes you giggle like a fool, how dare he make you smile like that. Doesn’t the demon know you will soon belong to his master from all those investigations? It is bad behaviour for a servant.

“Were you listening, (y/n)?” Ciel suddenly stops in the middle of a description on his company’s latest candies.

“I-I’m sorry Lord Phantomhive, it is just...” You lower your head to apologize, but he seems less then pleased.

“Sabastian, leave the room now.” “As you wish, young master.”

After the butler backout of the dining room, leaving the two of you alone, Ciel’s expression completely changed. But you are a bit preoccupied by your dizziness. Why did your head feel so heavy all of a sudden? Have you caught a chill? Standing up from the chair, you courtesies to your host: “Thank you, Lord Phantomhive for this delicious dinner. I am feeling rather unwell, so I am afraid I must take my leave.” You almost lost your balance because of your vertigo, only caught the chair for support at the last moment.

Thin, but strong long fingers grabbed your wrist, forcing you to sit down beside him. “Oh no, my dear. I think you are exactly where you need to be.”

His...dear? What can he possibly mean by that? There are certainly many other suitable noble ladies available to him, why?

However, your mind starting to become cloudy, as you can no longer form coherent thoughts. Seeing you in such hazy state, a sinister smile forms on his lips, as he pulls your body into his embrace, slowly stroking your hair as you black out. Feeling you had been forced into a dreamless sleep, Ciel knows he had succeeded, as always. To be honest with himself, Ciel did abuse your trust, by seasoning your steak a little differently, but it is your fault for being so trusting of someone you only met once. Ciel had won this game, now he would gladly take the prize to the new bedroom he so thoughtfully prepared for you. You are going to love it, including his series of plans. The title of Lady Phantomhive suits a sweet person like you impeccably.

He had thought about this long and hard, and he came to a conclusion of the best way to repay you is to offer you a position you cannot possibly refuse. The position of Lady Phantomhive. He even upsetted Elizabeth for this! It should qualify as a decent compensation. Should you ever think it is not suitable, your parents would be a good place to start negotiating. You wouldn’t want anythnig happening to them, don’t you?

Now that Ciel understand how it is like to “love” someone romantically, he swears he is going to try his best to make you comfortable with him in this new home. Your presence would lighten the grim mood of this manor greatly. Easily swooping your unconscious body up bridal style, Ciel begin to walk up the grand staircase, towards the bedrooms. Maybe the manor could return to its former glory in the near future, with a happily married couple and their adorable little brats. He could have a family again! Doesn’t that sound just lovely?

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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Can I asked for a request on Black Butler, where mc is isekai before the incedent as a teen ( 16 ) and be a maid and older sister finger to Ceil, some time past after the incident ( mc wasn't there and was out of the manor to do sho shopping to get supplies ) they see each other again and mc is an young adult who is worry sick and haven't stop looking for him all those years

Ceil as a pletonic Yandere to his maid and still see them as an older sister

ooooo I love this so much

I did change it up a bit because i might do a series

but you know lmk what you guys think

But here you go enjoy🖤🖤🖤

Yandere Ciel x Maid-sis Reader | Big Bad

⚫🔵You were caught up on the anime when you landed in the Phantomhive kitchen

⚫🔵Of course you are already an oddity because of how you came but your mannerisms, abilities, and philosophies make you stand out even more

⚫🔵And immediately Vincent Phantomhive is enamored with the young maiden and employs her closest to him

⚫🔵For a while your waiting hand and foot on the protagonist’s father

⚫🔵But the incident which pedals Ciel’s world into chaos has you vigilant

⚫🔵You train despite the scoldings of the other servants and gentlefolk

⚫🔵You can throw daggers, silently choke someone, and even break into vaults (that's more of a fun hobby you picked up)

⚫🔵Even through your emasculating activities Vincent often crossed the line of simply master-servant

⚫🔵Of course it never was supposed to be anything sexual always paternal but sometimes Rachel would worry

⚫🔵So against his wishes you, the young maid, were charged with Ciel when he was born

⚫🔵Rachel didn’t neglect him at all but she did more than enough than a typical Victorian mother

⚫🔵But you played with him, took care of him through sickness, helped him chase down the dog when he tied the leash to a crate carrying what should have been his dinner

⚫🔵You felt great, welcomed, and given the ambition to stand by his side when no one else did

⚫🔵On the day it happened you didn’t want to leave

⚫🔵“No really Tanaka, you can send Janine I’m good.”

⚫🔵“Young lady! I may have let you break the roof of the kitchen, and I may have let you dress up the dog-”

⚫🔵“Come on, he was just so cute as a sailor!”

⚫🔵“And you may complain all you like but you will not deny my order to give yourself a break.”

⚫🔵“But I really don’t need one I love my job-”

⚫🔵You stopped with the glare he gave and sulkily turned to the door, trudging dramatically slow flashing your sad puppy face at Tanaka

⚫🔵He only pointed harder at the door

⚫🔵You also looked up at the blue haired kid on the stairway mouthing a ‘sorry, I’ll be back’

⚫🔵After all it was his birthday

⚫🔵There was nothing that could prepare you for the pile of ash that you returned to

⚫🔵No Ciel, no Vincent, no rachel, only an injured Tanaka who you sent to the ambulance

⚫🔵But you just couldn’t stop yourself from crying for hours at the site before sullenly turning to someone you knew could help

⚫🔵“Adrien, don’t worry about this. I got it.”

⚫🔵Folding and locking away your maid outfit you changed your attire to your nightraiding skin suit

⚫🔵You see as you advanced in your black-widow-like talents you created a suit just like every female spy in every spy movie ever

⚫🔵Tight, form-fitting, and flexible enough for you to move however you liked

⚫🔵Dawning a cloak you were on your way to kick some angel butt

⚫🔵It wouldn’t be til years later that you’d meet him again on a trip to Undertaker’s

⚫🔵You were just visiting; a hard thing for you to do because of the memories

⚫🔵But you knew that by around this time he should be back and working

⚫🔵He had given you updates all through owl and you were still hesitant to see him

⚫🔵You were worried he’d blame you because you did and you figured he’d always resent you slightly and your heart couldn’t go through that

⚫🔵So for a random and unexpected leap of faith on your part you physically visited Undertaker

⚫🔵While you were catching up you heard the bell chime

⚫🔵You thought nothing of it considering lost and intimidated patrons walked in all the time that was your first mistake

⚫🔵“(Y-y/n)?”

⚫🔵You whipped around to see the little boy you used to work for with a cane and demon butler. You smile at him as he launches himself into your stomach hugging you

⚫🔵You return the hug whispering in his ear how sorry you are

⚫🔵He only stuffs his face further into your clothes and you hope that means he does

⚫🔵Sebastian watches as his stoic master totally breaks character for this strange maid

⚫🔵He definitely plans to investigate you later

⚫🔵But until then he is just gonna think of new ways to tease the young master as you fawn over him aggressively

⚫🔵Of course without question Ciel brings you to the rebuilt house and you fit in so easily its like you were always there

Except for the day Ciel’s new life with you nearly collapsed in on itself:

CRASH

The sound of glass breaking on Monday morning was never a good thing. You dropped the laundry already reaching for the knives under your dress. You catapulted into the foyer to see Sebastian squaring up with a 6 pound owl.

“NARCISSA!!!”

Your beauty of an owl rocketed to rest on your outstretched arm. You pet her as she cuddled into your hand. Your cooing filled the room as everyone piled in.

“Oh excuse us, we get a little caught up in ourselves when she comes back. Everyone, this is Narcissa Malfoy, my baby, my love, my dearest, this is everyone.”

“Oi that's mighty big for an owl. What are ya feedin’ it.”

“Can I pet her? She’s very pretty she is.”

“Can I pet her!!!”

“Ho-ho.”

“Ahem.” Everyone’s favorite butler got everyone’s attention and with a glare sent them all back to their duties. “(Y/n) you mean to say this owl delivers messages?”

“Yes. Speaking of which, if you'd be so kind?”

On command the owl began hacking into your open palm eventually spitting out a pellet and a crumpled piece of paper. Without a second thought you flung the decomposed mouse at Sebastian making something of a splat on his face and then on the ground. Ignoring the demon’s glare you unfurled the letter to read it. Your grin turned to a pokerface within seconds: it read that your wizard friend unfortunately was being held hostage by some extension of Ash Landers. The prick. His price was that you be at his mercy for a whole day. He was a common foe in your travels that seemed to target you and only you with some weird masochistic desire. Whatever. You weren’t really sure what he wanted from you but your friend needed you.

You excused yourself and darted for your room ignoring Ciel’s call. Dressed, in your leather crusader outfit you headed for the main door only to be stopped by Sebastian.

“Sorry but my master asked me not to let you leave.”

“Okay, well I’m telling you that I need to leave. Move before I move you.”

You turned to see Ciel at the top of the steps.

“Why?”

He started walking down each step.

“Why? Are you serious, thinking I’d let you leave after losing you for so long? As if.”

“But Ciel–”

“The last time you walked out those doors I never saw you again.”

“I know and I’m sorry about that but I can’t stay, someone is in danger.”

“(Y/n) I was in danger. The least you can do is to stay.”

“Ciel-” “Besides, you're not able to protect yourself.”

“E-excuse me?!”

“You don’t know what anything is really like. You play and joke around while you stumble around making mistakes with everything in life. At least here you won’t end up dying.”

You looked at him incredulously. Sitting in silence he thought you were coming to terms with your new residence. That was disrupted by the sound of your maniacal laughter. Hunched over and having a ball it concerned even Sebastian. When you stood straight a smile like none other was spread across your face.

“Oh oh Ciel.” You walked slowly to the boy who stood pensive at the bottom of the stairs. “You have no idea how much I’ve grown.”

Taking something in your hand you puffed what looked like dust into his face and began to walk away as he staggered around. By the time you reached the door Sebastian had abandoned his post to properly catch and lay his master down. In no time at all he was sprinting to the door, leaping to catch you. He misses by a hair watching as you leave with a vertical pull launching you out a window. He soon ran to the outside of the mansion only to see no sight of you or your owl. Yeah he did not understand you at all and apparently neither did Ciel.

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One Hell of a Love (Book 2) Chapter Six

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Six: One Hell of a Show

Summary: Ciel, Sebastian, and (Y/N) meet a worm of a human being.

(Y/N) and Sebastian stopped in front of a large manor in the English countryside. Sebastian set down Ciel, and the three peered up at the assuming mansion that loomed in the darkness.

“This is his manor?” said Ciel.

“Yes, my Lord,” said Sebastian.

“Well, do you smell the children?” said Ciel.

“Yes, I sense them,” said (Y/N).

“We cannot tell if they are all there, but those who are present are still alive,” said Sebastian.

Before the conversation could continue, the doors of the manor opened.

“We bid ye welcome to our home.” Joker stood in the doorway and bowed. “We have been waiting for ye, Earl Phantomhive.”

“Joker,” said Ciel.

“Please, come in,” said Joker.

The three stepped into the manor, and Joker snapped his fingers. Candles illuminated the foyer. Ciel’s eyes widened as he saw the disturbing “art” decorating the entryway. Realistic doll bodies hung from the ceiling and were pressed into frames, missing limbs and heads or staring from vacant eyes out into space. It looked like the graveyard of porcelain bodies.

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow. Humans. If they had spoken aloud, the word would be a condescending scoff. Even I, a demon, find this a distasteful display.

“This way,” said Joker.

Sebastian, Ciel, and (Y/N) followed him up a stairwell. Sebastian leaned down and murmured, “How should you like to proceed? Would you have us kill him now and extricate the children?”

“Wait,” said Ciel. “If the children are still alive, we should apprehend Kelvin first. I cannot report to Her Majesty, the Queen, if I do not understand his objectives and the actual facts of this case.”

“Very well,” said (Y/N). “Though I doubt there can be any sane explanation for all of…this.” Their nose twitched as they looked at the doll decorations.

Joker chuckled as they continued working. “Looks like there’s a touch o’ truth to the saying that folks aren’t always as they seem. Ye’ve got such a little body, yet your stage names are ‘The Queen’s Guard Dog’ and ‘the Aristocrat of Evil.’ Must’ve had a rough go of it, eh, Smile?”

“That’s Earl Ciel Phantomive to you,” said Ciel coldly. “A mere servant is in no position to speak to me in such a familiar manner.”

“Ye are indeed a noble aristocrat,” said Joker. He grew serious as he drew close to a pair of doors. “Dinner is served.” He opened the doors and revealed a dining room. “This way, please.”

Candles lit the room, and a long table with silverware and dishes were set out for guests. In front of the table stood a stage with curtains in a circus design. Ciel followed Joker and sat down at the table. (Y/N) and Sebastian remained behind him. Joker crossed to the other set of doors, and (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed and met Sebastian’s gaze. They could sense the new presence.

“I believe he has arrived,” said Sebastian.

The doors opened, and a wheelchair was pushed into the room. Baron Kelvin, a stout man covered in bandages, grinned wildly as he entered the room.

(Y/N)’s eyes went to the two children pushing Kelvin in. They had an aura of life, but their eyes were vacant, and their souls felt blank. (Y/N) narrowed their eyes.

“You’ve come at last, Earl Phantomhive!” said Kelvin, literally blushing as he looked at his guests. “Aah…It is like a dream! To have you so close to me! Though I am most ashamed to see you as I am…”

“…Are you Baron Kelvin, sir?” said Ciel, raising an eyebrow.

“I am. I must say your formality is making me feel most self-conscious!” said Kelvin. He gestured to the doors behind him, and more vacant-eyed children dressed in servant uniforms pushed carts of food and drink in. “I have prepared a feast for you! The wine is an 1875 vintage, from the year of your birth. I wonder…am I being too pretentious?”

(Y/N) had already disliked Kelvin upon just hearing his name, and they were liking him less and less with every part of his manor they saw. He reminded them of the pitiful humans that begged them for mercy after all their power was torn from them. (Y/N) smirked. They would enjoy punishing Kelvin.

Joker poured a glass of wine and placed it down before Ciel. Sebastian picked it up and tasted it for poison.

“There is no poison in it,” assured Sebastian with a calm smile.

“Hmph,” said Ciel. “I have no intention of eating something that a rat has served. Tasting it for poison is pointless. Anyhow—” he looked at where Kelvin was gluttonously eating all the food served to him with no decorum “—those children…”

“It would seem there are more victims beyond those indicated by police records,” said (Y/N).

“But the way they look—”

Ciel was cut off as Kelvin exclaimed, “Ah, yes! The Earl must also find a lone meal boring. Joker! Bring that out for him!”

“Eh?” Joker shifted uncomfortably. “B-But—”

“Just do it!” said Kelvin as he ripped apart a piece of lobster.

Joker sighed. “Yes, sir.” He cleared his throat and shifted into his ring master persona. He flipped a baton and jumped onto the stage. The curtain rose to reveal a row of children with blank expressions and circus costumes. “Welcome, Earl Phantomhive. This even we shall ‘specially convey ye to a world of dazzling delights. First, we got o the tightrope!” He gestured up to a platform where a vacant girl stood ready to walk. “You will find nary a tether! This is as authentic as it gets!”

The girl took a single step off the platform and fell off the tightrope. She crashed to the ground limply, cracking and bleeding upon impact. She remained empty until the final moment, not reacting to her death.

“Wha…?” Ciel looked on, aghast.

Sebastian and (Y/N) raised an eyebrow. The show was distasteful and disturbing, a show of human depravity that even demons found an example of mortals being lesser beings.

Joker struggled at the sight, clearly in pain at seeing a child die, but his “father” didn’t seem to care. In fact, he clapped excitedly and laughed raucously, even as some children pulled the girl’s body off the stage.

“Next, our beast tamer,” said Joker, forcing the words out as a young boy faced an open cage containing a lion. “Watch with bated breath as the ferocious lion is expertly—!”

�� The lion jumped on the boy and bit into him. The child didn’t even move.

Joker shivered as the lion left the stage and the boy’s remaining limbs were carried away. At the table, Kelvin cackled and clapped happily. (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed on the man. They were either gagging him before killing him during the next act or stopping the entire circus. It was just a matter of how annoyed Kelvin made (Y/N).

“Now!” said Joker shakily. “Next we have knife-throwing!” A little girl was tied to a board as a boy held several knives. “What will be the fate of the crucified lass?” The boy threw a knife.

Ciel’s eyes widened. He had seen enough. “Put an end to it, Sebastian!”

The knife stopped just before impaling the girl’s head as Sebastian caught it between two fingers. (Y/N) jumped up beside the girl and took off her mask.

“Ellery Nixon,” they said, remembering the files of missing children. “She had gone missing in the Cornwall area. This is unmistakably her.”

Joker let out a breath of relief as the girl’s life was saved.

“Just as you expected, Young Master,” said Sebastian. “Throwing abducted children into the ring as they are. I see. This is another way of enjoying the circus.”

“I’m sorry! Did this not please you either?!” cried Kelvin. “Joker, clean this place up at once!”

“I’ve had enough,” said Ciel coldly. He stood from the chair and turned his dark gaze on Kelvin. “I do not wish to share a table with rubbish that is inferior even to domestic beasts.”

“Eh?! Eh?! Is something wrong?” said Kelvin. He had no idea why Ciel would be upset.

“I need only report this much to Her Majesty the Queen,” said Ciel. He approached Kelvin. “That is vulgar, odious, perverted, and vilest of all boors…was disposed of by me, the Guard Dog!”

He pulled back his cloak and grabbed for his gun. Joker raised his baton, withdrew a sword from it, and rushed at Ciel to defend Kelvin. Sebastian and (Y/N) grabbed knives and lunged for Joker. Everyone froze. Ciel pointed his gun at Kelvin, Joker had his sword underneath Ciel’s neck, and Sebastian and (Y/N) stood on either side of Joker with knives to his throat.

“Joker!” cried Kelvin. “Stop pointing such a dangerous thing at the Earl!” He seemed not to care about the gun pointed at his forehead.

“But—!” Joker glared at Sebastian and (Y/N) nervously.

“Can’t you just listen to me?!” shouted Kelvin.

“Kuh…” Joker removed his sword from Ciel’s neck, looking down at Kelvin’s admonishment. (Y/N) and Sebastian didn’t remove their weapons, and neither did Ciel.

“Baron Kelvin. Where are the kidnapped children?” demanded Ciel.

“What’s this?!” Kelvin turned to Ciel excitedly, eyes wide and a grin spreading across his face. “You wanted to see them, did you? They’re in the basement, so I’ll show you the way just now! And there’s something else downstairs that I want to show you besides!”

As they went downstairs, the empty children pushed Kelvin, and Ciel kept his gun pointed at his temple. Joker, Sebastian, and (Y/N) trailed behind him. Sebastian kept his knife at Joker’s throat, and (Y/N) kept a careful watch on him and Kelvin.

“To be strolling beside you this way is really like a dream,” said Kelvin happily. He had been going on and on about how wonderful it was to be with Earl Phantomhive and be in his presence. It added another layer to his disturbing personality.

“Enough of your idle chatter,” said Ciel sharply. “Take me to those children at once.” He didn’t want to be near this man for any longer than he had to be.

“’K’Kay, sorry…” said Kelvin. “But I’m so very happy…I’ve been full of regret ever since that day.” They arrived before two large doors carved with intricate symbols and designs. The two children left Kelvin to open them. “I wondered over and over why I couldn’t have been there by your side…on that day, at that place.”

His words were marked with a madness that (Y/N) recognized as that of a human obsessed. Their eyes narrowed.

“That day…?” Ciel’s brow furrowed, but his grip on his gun didn’t falter. “By my…side? What the hell are you going on about, man?!”

Kelvin sighed mournfully. “I can’t turn back time no matter how great my regret.” The children began to push the doors open. “But then I realized it! That I can just do it over even if I can’t turn back time!” The doors parted to reveal the large room within. “There! Feast your eyes! It took me three whole years to prepare this!”

A large white amphitheater with rows of seats surrounded a round basic where three cages of children lay starving and dirty. A carved stone block, pristine white, sat in the center of an inverted pentacle. Runes carved into the stone ground within the pentacle, and the symbols were clear to (Y/N)—they were meant for summoning. They were meant to summon a demon through sacrifice.

They were standing within a sacrificial chamber.

(Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. Blood Magic was one thing, but sacrifice? Humans were fools. To use another’s blood and pain for magic invited their own desires to rebound onto the caster. Any true magic wielder knew that only consenting to using blood for a spell caused it to strengthen an incantation, and even then, most avoided it. Blood magic was a last resort. Sacrifice was not even considered.

But it was clear Kelvin and whoever he associated with had no idea how to truly wield magic and were greedy humans with no idea of the forces they had no hope of controlling. As Ciel’s eyes widened in horror as he saw the sacrificial chamber before him, Kelvin spoke without a care in the world. “Now let us recreate it anew, Earl Phantomhive! That fateful day, which came to pass three years ago!”

Ah. So that is what called Corvus to Ciel—Sacrifice. (Y/N) had never asked when or where Sebastian had made his contract with Ciel, but now it was clear.

As Ciel was forced to his memories of that fateful day, Kelvin recounted how he worshipped the Aristocrats of Evil and their beauty, longing and fighting to be just as lovely, suffering through the Phantomhives’ death, and wishing to be at the torture of Ciel those three years ago.

“I still cannot forget the pain I felt then,” said Kelvin, speaking as if Ciel’s eyes hadn’t turned dark with murderous intent. “I, who had thrown away everything for you, was the one who could not see you! I wondered why fate kept us apart…and then that day, the lot of them disappeared. Not a one was left.”

(Y/N) knew exactly what the scene would have looked like. They knew how Sebastian could tear humans apart without a second thought. They knew his power.

“It was you, wasn’t it? Hm, Earl?” said Kelvin eagerly. “You did them a favor and killed them all. Ah! How I envy them! One couldn’t as for a more beauteous final moment, bidding farewell to life with the cold moon attending one’s deathbed!”

What a disgusting maggot of a human, thought (Y/N).

“Please! Let me join their ranks!” cried Kelvin, and Joker’s eyes widened as he strained against Sebastian’s grip. “This is all as it was that day! Look, I’ve got everything ready—the venue for the ritual. The lambs. And last but not least, you, my dear Earl! To be honest, I wanted to come and get you myself—!”

Bang!

Blood flew from Kelvin’s chest as Ciel shot him. He shook as he glared down at Kelvin with pure hatred and fury. This was the anger of someone who had pulled a demon to their side.

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