Amazing job at writing the new part as always! It flows nicely and you can easily tell how familiar Macaque & MC without making him OOC. Honestly i admire your grasp at these characters and ability of doing something as complex as interactive series. I'm kinda curious how do you plan things and how far ahead but only if you want to share it ofc.
Going back to the actually piece- it actually made me look up the meanings of flowers despite the original thought of it only being because of the color association. Two first flowers have pretty easy and basic meaning. I can see why the edgy (/affectionate) mentor wouldn't want them near his home.
Freesia - friendship trust innocence
yellow roses - friendship, joy and similar stuff
The one choosen by Macaque are a little more interesting.
Tansies - immortality, resistance, "I declare against you", sometimes used in medicine
black dahlias - (warning of) betrayal, sadness, (not specified black ones: dignity, good luck, elegance)
I'm guessing the tansies are about him being bitter about the Wukong and their more practical use. Black dahlias could be about Monkey King but also some kind of foreshadowing depending on our choice. Or I'm reading into it too much.
Hopefully I'm not overthinking it or completely missing the point (and if i am, I'm really,really sorry). Just wanted to share it in case other readers didn't look it up + i know some people like to see their work analysed but if i'm going to far please let me know! Have a good day/night! :]
(Sorry for any mistakes and feel free to delete the ask)
Oh my god, thank you so much! That’s such a sweet thing to say! (Please never stop analyzing my work I put a lot of effort into it💜💜)
🌻🌻I’ll start with flowers: you are right on the money here. Freesia especially are bright and colorful blooms, coming in many different gorgeous colors. Yellow roses are just the same, bright and cheery and so similar to the sun.
And, given that freesia come in orange and yellow… it’s possible the potted plants were a living reminder of Sun Wukong that Macaque finally got sick of and ripped apart. Or he just took advantage of someone else shredding the innocent flowers and took something that Y/N worked hard on and changed it to his liking instead. (Written to be ambiguous as to which scenario occurred.)
Notably, the new flowers not only match his own personal feelings, but even his color scheme! Yellow, then red and black. Twice over do these flowers symbolize him, something he took and changed to make more suitable to his tastes and feelings.
But he’s not the one who takes care of them- no, it’s Y/N who is dedicated to seeing them grow.
His student tending and nurturing the flowers that represent Macaque, while Macaque destroys/allows the destruction of the flowers that represent his student. Huh. Funny.
Okay flower rant done.🌻🌻
Macaque is such an interesting character to write, given that there’s a spike of cruelty barbing out from almost every action he takes. I think a lot of people have forgotten that the man hasn’t had a redemption arc in canon- he displays zero regret for, say… manipulating and trying to kill MK. Or leveling the Dragon Palace of the East Sea. Or assaulting Tang, a strict non-combatant. Or holding Mei’s life hostage.
He doesn’t feel bad for doing any of these. If he does, he’s keeping tight-lipped about it. No apologies. No direct atonement.
And even on the extremely rare circumstance that he’s being “kind”, like deciding to stop torturing MK in Shadowplay, it comes across as almost “I’m bored with you, you aren’t fun anymore.”
He’s not a good guy. So even with Y/N, who he genuinely does care for, there’s this level of manipulation.
Like, he calls Y/N adorable, which sounds nice… but there’s almost a level of victim-blaming to it. No matter how roundabout his words, Macaque basically says to his own student: “If you looked different, people wouldn’t bother you, so let me change the way you look.”
And they trust him enough to agree.
Or letting them cook in fear outside his door when he’s clearly near enough to open it, but dropping the act when they start to break down.
He’s such an interesting character to write ugh I love it.
I had a lot of the routes planned pretty far out, actually, and I’ll give a few examples of what was planned:
Spider Demon Y/N was sort of naive and excitable, but was going to mature/sour after realizing that their beloved queen was, in fact, the bad guy. They were going to have to come to terms with her necessary defeat and their own part in betraying her, as well as living on after you’ve cut ties to your family. Then, readers were going to be able to pick one other henchman to convince to join the heroes.
Dragon Y/N was going to have to both gain Ao Guang’s (their father) approval to live on the surface, and decide how they felt about MK possessing the Ruyi Jingu Bang. They fought using two strings of beaded pearls, utilizing them as whips and grappling hooks to maneuver around the battle field. Also, they hated Macaque. Genuinely throwing hands on sight if they saw that edgy rat.
Heir/Proxy Y/N was going to be a pretty miserable and clingy person, having spent most of their life alone on account of both the LBD and Mayor’s influence. Overcoming their fears and anxieties of being unlovable was going to be a massive part of the journey, learning to love themself and be loved in turn. They were going to have to learn to master the powers forcibly implanted into their body, trying to prevent themself from being sacrificed for power to aid LBD’s onwards path to ‘destiny’.
Ne Zha’s Y/N was going to be cute and polite, very excited to explore the mortal realm outside the grasp of their overprotective mentor/brother. They were also going to have to deal with the first two lotus princes (also overprotective) and Ao Bing, who served as a dear friend.
Sun Wukong’s Y/N was going to be his estranged child who was bitter over ML inheriting the staff instead of them. They were going to despise him for never training them, having to find masters and teachers elsewhere all across the world. In turn, he was desperately trying to make amends and reestablish a strong bond with his cherished progeny, hoping to reconnect eventually.
Also Mei was going to call Y/N “Broth-Face”.
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One Hell of a Love (Book 1.5) Chapter Thirteen
Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader
Chapter Thirteen: One Hell of an Instrument
Summary: The Phantomhive household goes to the Trancy Halloween Celebration, and the Trancies plot their downfall.
Mouse Note: Time to catch Sebastian simping. Oh and of course I’m about to simp over MC, too. Comment what you think!
“The Trancys are plotting something,” said (Y/N) as they and Sebastian loaded the carriage to head off.
“Indeed,” said Sebastian. “We must both be wary. Every servant in that mansion is a demon. If it comes to a fight, it will be two versus five.”
(Y/N) cocked their head. “I thought we were unusual in working together.”
“The triplets seem loyal in some way to Hannah, the maid,” said Sebastian. His gaze darkened. “But I am unsure why she remains in the mansion. She is clearly powerful but bows readily to the Lord of the household.”
“Whatever is going on there, I don’t like it. And that’s coming from a demon,” said (Y/N). “I’ll remain with the servants and anyone else we know at the ball to ensure nothing happens to them if you and Ciel are called away.”
Sebastian nodded. “Good.”
(Y/N) picked up a box and placed it in the carriage. “That’s the last of the costumes for Finnian, Baldroy, Mey-Rin, and myself. The Young Master’s is in a separate trunk.”
Sebastian smirked. “They convinced you to wear a costume.”
(Y/N)’s nose twitched. “They’re not afraid to approach me. You scare them more. Fortunately, I avoided doing a group costume with them. Unfortunately, I’m dressing as a vampire.”
Sebastian tsked. “One of that kind? A true step down for a demon.”
“I still wear black, at least,” said (Y/N). They smirked. “And the outfit…Well, it is fit for a demon, so I have nothing to complain about.”
Sebastian sincerely hoped that he got to see them in it. But he absolutely didn’t want Claude to look at them.
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“Alois Trancy,” said Ciel as the carriage rolled through the forest. “You said the late Earl Trancy died three years ago, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” said Sebastian.
“Three years ago…” Ciel remembered the tragedy of his own life that occurred three years ago. He pushed those thoughts aside and continued, “Alois was kidnapped when he was little and went missing for a long time, but then he came back, shortly before his father died, bringing with him a mysterious butler. Right?”
“Correct,” said (Y/N).
“I feel I have heard this story before somewhere,” said Sebastian.
Ciel turned away. “It happens often.”
The carriage came to a stop, and Sebastian stepped down. He guided (Y/N) down next as a proper butler and then bowed as Ciel stepped to the ground.
“We’re going in through the back door,” said Baldroy, turning the carriage to park it.
“See you later, Young Master,” said Mey-Rin cheerfully.
“You can look forward to seeing our costumes!” said Finny.
Sebastian stepped towards the door and raised a hand to knock. The door opened before he touched it. Claude stood in the doorway. His eyes slid off (Y/N) and Ciel.
“You must be Earl Ciel Phantomhive,” said Claude. He bowed slightly. “We have been awaiting you. I am the butler of this house. My name is Claude Faustus.” He stepped to the side and opened the door wider. “Please enter.”
Sebastian paused and looked up before entering. Ciel glanced at him. “What is it?”
Claude followed Sebastian’s gaze. “Ah, yes.” There was a spiderweb in the corner. “Spiders form part of the Trancy family crest, so it is our custom not to kill them.”
“Indeed. If you try to brush them off, they will just cling to you and never let go,” said Sebastian. His words were courteous but sharp.
Claude didn’t have an answer. “Please.” He bowed to allow them to enter once more.
Ciel, (Y/N), and Sebastian walked in. Ciel paused as he entered the foyer, his vision swimming as he took in the room that had the slightest air of familiarity. He stumbled back, and Sebastian steadied him.
“Is something wrong, Young Master?” said Sebastian. He and (Y/N) exchanged a glance. It was a risk being here.
“Not at all.” Ciel stood straight, furrowing his brow. He glanced at Claude. “Can my butler and maid come with me?”
“That would be fine,” said Claude.
“Let’s go,” said Ciel.
“Very well,” said Sebastian.
“Yes, my Lord,” said (Y/N).
“I am sorry.” Claude spoke before they left. “Unfortunately, my Master is away on business. He will be back for the costume ball.”
“I see,” said Ciel.
“I have prepared tea for you in the drawing room,” said Claude. He bowed his head. “Everyone else is already there.”
“Everyone else?” wondered Ciel as Sebastian opened the door to the drawing room.
“Ciel!” Elizabeth ran towards him and hugged him eagerly.
“Elizabeth!” exclaimed Ciel in surprise.
“Call me Lizzy!” said Elizabeth insistently.
“Aren’t you late, Earl?” said Lau, relaxing on a divan with Ran-Mao. (Sebastian and (Y/N) had thoroughly vetted him and decided he was back on good behavior, so that plus his usefulness for information allowed him back into Ciel’s life).
“Lau?” Ciel hadn’t expected him, either. “Were you all invited, too? That means…” He looked around in confusion.
“What?” asked Elizabeth.
“I thought Madame Red would be here, too,” said Ciel. “She’s the kind of person that’d do anything to participate in such an event.”
Everyone shifted uncomfortably. Sebastian and (Y/N) had informed them of Ciel’s “accident” during the fires of London, so nobody would tell him anything upsetting, but they all knew the truth of Madame Red being dead.
“Ciel!” Soma jumped at the Earl and hugged him, successfully changing the subject from Madame Red, but also further confusing Ciel since he didn’t remember meeting Soma. “Ciel! Ciel!” Tears streamed down Soma’s cheeks.
“Who are you? Let go!” said Ciel.
“Who am I? So you don’t…!” Soma’s tears continued.
“I told you to let go!” said Ciel.
“Is he by any chance…?” whispered Elizabeth.
“Yes. Prince Soma,” informed Sebastian quietly.
“But this way, Ciel will figure everything out!” said Elizabeth worriedly.
“Do not worry. Agni, the Prince’s khansama, is always with him and won’t allow things to go wrong,” said (Y/N). They smiled. “He is quite capable, I assure you, my Lady.”
Sebastian was torn between his respect for Agni and his dislike for the obvious fact that Agni was (Y/N)’s favorite human since he was the most interesting. He didn’t like people gaining their affection in any way, not when he hadn’t secured their affections himself. That being said, Sebastian understood their respect for Agni. After all, all three were friends.
“No, please don’t, Prince Soma,” said Agni, pulling Soma off of Ciel.
“No! Ciel, Ciel!” Soma protested.
“What’s with him?” muttered Ciel.
Agni glanced at Sebastian, who smiled in acknowledgement of his human friend. Agni returned the smile, and (Y/N) added one.
“I am sorry,” said Agni, bowing to Ciel. “He is the twenty-sixth son of the King of Bengal, Prince Soma Asman Kadar.”
“Why does the Prince cry when he looks at me?” said Ciel.
“Ciel!” Soma moved for Ciel again, but Agni intercepted him. “Even though we have finally met…”
“He is moved to be meeting the founder of the Funtom Company,” said Agni, capable as ever. “Toys made by the Funtom Company are very rare in our country.”
“Our memories will never vanish!” cried Soma.
“These toys remind the Prince of a friend,” said Agni.
“No matter what happens, our friendship will—!”
“He was a very important friend to the Prince,” said Agni. He was being worked to the bone. “Unfortunately…that friend…he…” Tears gathered in the edges of Agni’s eyes. “How tragic, Prince!”
“Agni!” Soma and his khansama embraced.
“I think they are beyond hope,” said Sebastian, distracting Ciel. “Let us retire to your room, Young Master. You have to get ready for the ball. Come.”
They walked through the halls, guided by one of the triplets. Once inside the room, Ciel turned to his servants.
“There is something going on here,” said Ciel. “I want more information on the Trancy family. Sebastian, look around for more information. Investigate thoroughly.”
“Yes, my Lord,” said Sebastian.
This was it. (Y/N) would watch over the ball, and Sebastian would handle anything happening behind the scenes.
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(Y/N) hovered at the edges of the ball to keep an eye on the Trancy servants. Even if he was busy, Ciel was still Sebastian’s responsibility, so (Y/N) was on “people Ciel claims aren’t friends but would upset him if they were hurt” duty.
They watched Finny, Baldroy, and Mey-Rin, dressed as the three Chinese monster musketeers, try to convince Ciel, a pirate, to join them as another character from the fable, but he wasn’t having it. Elizabeth also wanted him to stay with her since she was dressed as a princess (“Who runs away with a pirate prince” -Elizabeth, very excited). Lau and Ran-Mao were wearing more dramatic traditional Chinese outfits, which didn’t surprise (Y/N) since it crossed Lau’s desire to show off with his laziness.
(Y/N) stood in their vampire costume. They wore a black dress with a slit up the leg, and they had skin-colored gloves with black beadwork overtop to create a “magic” effect. Finally, they had the staple red lip and their canines sharply extended to give the vampiric effect. At least if they had to dress up as such a creature they looked good. (Y/N) wouldn’t stand to look like a fool.
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“What a splendid room,” said Sebastian, turning from the bedside table he’d been looking through as Claude entered. “The bed making, the way it is cleaned, even the table’s interior; all perfect. I can feel your profound consideration for the person who will use this room. I have learned so much.” His words were a front of pleasantry as the other demon watched him.
“Do not bother,” said Claude. “You are so devoted to your duty that you went as far as imitating a sneaky thief. I am the one impressed.”
Sebastian smirked. “Thank you kindly.” He walked to the door and paused behind Claude. His gaze darkened. “I will not hand the Young Master over to you because I am one hell of a butler; the young master’s butler.”
“I will obey my Master’s orders unconditionally. I am also one hell of a butler,” said Claude with equal seriousness. His eyes met Sebastian’s. “Just as (Y/N) is one hell of a maid.”
“(Y/N) is a Phantomhive servant. Of course they are of the highest caliber, even amongst our kind.” He didn’t like Claude bringing them up. “You should know they are capable of handling anything the Trancy household attempts.” Sebastian’s eyes narrowed. “Just as I am. Whatever…interest you have in them…I’d advise you to find other diversions.” The warning was clear: Sebastian may not know what Claude wanted with (Y/N), but he would step in if necessary. He wouldn’t give up Ciel or (Y/N).
“I have no need for diversions. What else could be more interesting?” Claude’s threat was equally clear: he designs against (Y/N) weren’t to be dissuaded so simply.
Sebastian didn’t dignify him with an answer and brushed out of the room to continue his investigations. However, he knew that the Trancy manor wanted something with Ciel and Claude wanted something with (Y/N). He would remain on guard.
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(Y/N) pulled Finny, Baldroy, and Mey-Rin to the side after they nearly destroyed the ballroom attempting to “help” the triplets. Of course, they were demons while the troublesome trio were humans, so the triplets were more capable. Since they weren’t causing an issue for (Y/N) yet, they let them work.
They straightened and scanned the room again. (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. Ciel was gone. Whether he was taken or left on his own accord, something was about to happen. They faced the Trancy servants and narrowed their eyes. Very well. Sebastian could handle Ciel. (Y/N) would handle the ballroom and whatever the Trancys had planned.
The doors of the ballroom opened, and Hannah, dressed in a black dress designed to show off her assets and direct all eyes to her, pushed something covered by a red cloth in. The guests paused and whispered in wonder as she stopped in the center of the room.
(Y/N) narrowed their eyes. They could sense malevolent energy radiating from both the demoness and the object beneath the cloth. Hannah pulled the cloth away with a flourish to reveal a seat and a strange instrument in black with white bones carved in.
“What’s that?” wondered Mey-Rin.
“Maybe a musical instrument?” said Finny excitedly.
Hannah opened the instrument to reveal violet and gold bowls that could be rotated. (Y/N) knew it on sight—a demon’s instrument. Hannah sat on the bench before the instrument and slowly licked her fingers to wet them to play. The men (and a number of women) blushed at the action. (Y/N) nearly rolled their eyes. It was textbook seduction, a basic technique for simple-minded humans (which were abundant in the room).
Hannah pushed the pedal of the instrument, and the bowls began to turn. She put her hands out, and a haunting melody began to surround the audience as she played. The song swirled in (Y/N)’s heart, as deep and dark as their own non-soul. They could feel the black magic in the melody, pulling humans closer with a siren song.
And then, the demonic instrument struck. The mortals grabbed their ears as the songs of hell pained them. They clutched their heads in agony as the melody swelled with power. (Y/N) and Hannah alone stood unaffected, demons among humans.
“What’s going on with them?” asked Lau innocently.
Ah, so there were some humans unaffected. (Y/N) nearly deadpanned when they saw Lau and Ran-Mao, wearing earplugs, looking around at the mortals cowering in pain. However, they refrained from deadpanning since it showed a solution to the issue—stop the humans from hearing. At least that didn’t seem to give any other harmful effects.
The other humans, however, were going worse. They straightened as the music infected them. Wild grins split their features. Their eyes glowed violet. The humans circled Ciel’s friends, grabbing various items as weapons.
“Agni, watch them!” warned (Y/N), knocking an attacker to the ground unconscious. “The instrument is controlling them!”
“Understood!” said Agni. He unwrapped his Right Hand of Kali and swiftly hit the Phantomhive servant’s nerves, blocking their hearing and saving them from the demonic music. “They’re coming,” he warned them, tying Soma’s deerstalker around his ears to shield him.
Ran-Mao swiftly kicked several approaching people away. (Y/N) pinched the nerves on Paula and Elizabeth’s neck to gently knock them unconscious to protect them from the battle and the effects of the music.
“Agni, stop them by knocking them unconscious!” ordered Soma.
“Jo ajna!” said Agni. Finny, Baldroy, and Mey-Rin obeyed the order as well.
As people were knocked down, though, Hannah’s hypnotic hymn awoke them again, and they rejoined the fight. The music thrummed in their veins.
“Damn it! There are too many of them!” said Soma.
“I will handle it,” said (Y/N).
They leapt over the attackers and grabbed the wine bottle and glasses. They would fight fire with fire or, in this case, music with music. With demonic precision and speed, (Y/N) set out the numerous glasses and poured various amounts of wine in, deep red. (Y/N) looked down at Hannah and smirked, pulling their gloves off. In a purposeful movement, they licked their fingers, taunting Hannah with how easy it was to replicate what she did. It was a prelude to (Y/N)’s music that would surpass Hannah’s.
(Y/N)’s fingers smoothed the edges of the wine glasses, and a soft tone echoed through the room, threading its way into the demon instrument’s song. They let the note hold before playing to their full ability. They moved across the balcony overlooking the ballroom, each finger drawing new melodies from the wine glasses, weaving new harmonies into Hannah’s demonic song.
The attacking humans froze and turned to listen to the combination of melodies new circling them. The Phantomhive servants and friends watched in pleased surprise as (Y/N) played the cups.
“I suddenly feel calm…” sighed Finny.
“It’s so relaxing,” said Mey-Rin appreciatively.
“Amazing,” said Agni. “The melody performed by (Y/N) is overlapping with that woman’s music, modifying its timbre. It sounded so eerie and ominous, and now it is so gentle and full of affection.”
The watchers gazed at Hannah and (Y/N) as they played with pure focus, music soaring to new heights of beauty, nearly angelic in quality. Even the newcomers in the ballroom paused. Ciel stood beside the group, finally having made it back to the ballroom after Alois revealed he had planted a threat. The Earl was satisfied that (Y/N) had already handled the situation.
Sebastian gazed up at the cat demon, nothing less than enraptured by their grace, music, and appearance. Dear Satan, he had wanted to see their outfit after (Y/N) declared it fit for a demon, but they hadn’t imagined this.
Sebastian found (Y/N) sinfully attractive no matter what they wore, but that dress was seduction incarnate. It was temptation sewn into a gown of desire and lust. The neckline and high slit tempted the eye, and the silk of the gown clung to (Y/N) in all the right ways. Lace trailed over their thigh, skin gleaming in the slit of the dress. Skin-colored gloves hung over the banister as they played the cups, but Sebastian could easily imagine how the black beading overtop the gloves must have gleamed like jewels of shadow on them. The only color on them was a blood red lip.
Sebastian could imagine the imprint they would leave on his pale skin if those lips were to touch him. It was the same way he could imagine the softness of the gown as he pushed it up, slowly tracing down to their exposed thigh where he could slip his hand under—
Sebastian let out a breath. (Y/N) was sin incarnate.
The only thing that ruined the situation was the golden irises gazing gluttonously at (Y/N). Claude’s eyes were nothing short of predatory as they took in (Y/N)’s appearance and performance. Sebastian could see the hunger for them, as intense as a demon’s hunger for a pure soul, covetous and obsessive.
Claude desired (Y/N).
Sebastian’s eyes narrowed. He wouldn’t let Claude have them.
So even as the rest of the audience clapped when the demonic instrument shattered and the performance ended, Sebastian remained somber. He barely managed to rally his attitude when (Y/N) leapt down beside Hannah and bowed with her to the watchers. Sebastian slowly clapped, keeping up appearances. At the back of his mind, the threat of Claude’s presence and designs for Ciel’s soul and (Y/N) remained.
“Very well handled,” said Sebastian, managing to slide a smile onto his face as (Y/N) approached.
“I told you I would handle the ballroom,” said (Y/N), smirking as they pulled on their gloves again.
Sebastian attempted (and failed) to ignore how the shift in their hips as they stopped walking exposed their leg through the slit of their dress. It was not an appropriate thought for the moment, not when so many threats were around.
“What was that instrument?” asked Ciel, and Sebastian was thankful for the change in focus from (Y/N).
“An armonica,” said (Y/N).
“It was popular in the eighteenth century. People likened it to the singing voice of an angel,” said Sebastian.
“But it became known as the a ‘demon’s instrument’ because it confused the hearts of those possessed by its song,” explained (Y/N). “Thus it was forgotten.”
“I reckon a demon’s instrument created by man was no match for you,” said Ciel.
“Indeed. To our kind, the music is quite pleasant,” said (Y/N).
“So, what was that chaos?” asked Soma.
“Mere entertainment,” said the voice of Alois Trancy as the ballroom doors opened to reveal him. “Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for being late.” He walked to the center of the ballroom. “I am Alois Trancy. I am pleased to make your acquaintance. I am glad to see you enjoyed the show in my absence.” Behind him, the triplets pulled the armonica away and helped guide Hannah out. “It was a beautiful performance,” he said, standing before (Y/N). “It seems you have great musical talent.”
“Thank you, my Lord,” said (Y/N) politely. “I was simply doing my job.” They glanced at Claude, offput by the intensity of his gaze.
“You have good servants, Earl Phantomhive,” said Alois.
“I do,” said Ciel curtly.
“Young Master.” Sebastian spoke, and his voice was light and amiable, his face smiling, but (Y/N) saw the darkness behind him. “I wish to speak to Mr. Claude for a while. Is that alright?”
(Y/N) glanced at him. It seemed like a risk to face another demon purposefully, but they wouldn’t interrupt him. Sebastian wanted to figure out how to handle Ciel’s soul, and Claude clearly had information. Ciel’s soul was none of (Y/N)’s business.
“Why don’t you go, Claude?” said Alois, grinning in amusement. His appearance suddenly switched, and he scowled. “You have ten minutes to settle the matter. If you can’t do it, I’ll punish you.”
“Yes, Your Highness,” said Claude.
“Get this over with quickly, understood?” ordered Ciel.
“Yes, my Lord,” said Sebastian.
(Y/N)’s hand brushed over Sebastian’s arm. Their gaze was clear: be careful. They didn’t want him getting hurt.
Sebastian was touched, and he nodded. Any softness in his gaze from looking at (Y/N) melted away as his eyes turned towards Claude. It was time to deal with him.
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