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I have been sitting on this fic for a while hoping to maybe write an entire extended universe around it, but honestly with all the projects I have it might be a while and finishing up my (incredibly late) Dadbastian week prompts has me in the Dadbastian mood so…

As Null put it, Sebackstory.

Warnings: violence, murder, mentions of illness, implied sexual content

(Sebaciel dni it’s not an insult just a boundary)

So how does one become a demon?

The entity that would eventually become Sebastian Michaelis had asked this once to his predecessor, who in return had sneered at him.

It had never told him its name, which he supposed meant that he no longer knew his own name. It did however smile at him, though its human form was far too crude and uncanny for the smile to comfort.

“It’s not an easy feat.” It said, but did not give him any more than that.

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Do demons have souls?

This was the question that plagued the entity that would become Sebastian Michaelis’ mind, though he could not say it out loud. He couldn’t let it know what he was thinking.

He stood, examining luxuries like fruit and textiles lazily in the market and hoping the action looked idle enough to bore the entity into leaving him alone with his thoughts. Thus far, it didn’t seem to work.

The vendor eyed the crow with curiosity as his patron carried on, ignoring the way beady eyes burned holes in the back of his skull. “Strange to see one out alone…”

“I have no interest in the social patterns of birds.” He said coldly, cutting the conversation as he purchased an insignificant amount of silk.

The vendor smiled. “Finally found yourself a wife, did you?”

“Hardly.” He grimaced, not seeing the connection between the fabric and his own marital prospects.

He moved on to the next stall, the corvid still watching him intently from a distance.

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What can kill a demon?

The question would have been bold if he hadn’t taken note of the look in its eyes when they spoke. Both lecherous and condescending, wanting and chiding. There was affection, interest, lust, though there was no respect. It made him want to roll his eyes. Affection was a mistake he would never make, especially for his prey. Years of hunting with his father as a boy had taught him that one should never view their food as anything more.

It smiled at him, still wearing the uncanny skin of a monk as what he assumed was a mockery of the Divine. “Should I be worried?”

He shrugged. “I doubt it’s an easy enough task for someone like me to handle all on his own.”

The demeaning tone in his voice made it smile wolfishly. “Your contract is only five years. We are well into the fourth year, so I’m sure you can imagine my suspicion.”

“You never answered the question.” He pressed on, bending forward and resting his head precariously in his hands so he could look up at it through long lashes. It seemed pleased both by the demurity of the stance as well as the power it felt now towering over him further.

“… if that is your goal, then you are wasting your time.” It said, reaching a hand out to push some hair out of his face. It was a mockery of intimacy, though a mockery of such was all that he had ever known so it didn’t make him wretch the way it should have. “Only one thing can kill a demon.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.” It grinned as its hand traveled to his chin. “A reaper’s scythe.”

His eyes flicked down to the simple sickle that hung from its belt, something that didn’t quite fit in with the robes of a man of God.

It chucked. “What a clever boy you are, Pet.”

“I am quite talented,” he smirked up at it. “As you already know.”

It’s smile turned cruel. “Which is why it would have been such a shame for you to die like that.”

He tried not to let his anger at the comment show, the image of his younger brother’s pocked face flashing in his mind before vanishing itself once more. He wondered if maybe it had placed the image in his head as a reminder.

“Tell me,” he asked as one of its fingers trailed along his jaw. “Why would you carry something that could kill you?”

It’s face turned bitter for the first time in their four years together. It leaned down next to his ear, but he felt no breath on his neck.

“As a reminder to the reapers,” he said in a low growl. “That I can kill them too.”

—

How do you get out of a contract with a demon?

By giving them what they want.

And so, with only 24 hours to spare, he gave in to a different type of sin.

And the beast took the form of a monk even for this. One could argue especially for this. And even he had to admit, the idea of it was thrilling. Part of him hoped that this was how demons were made as he could just feel the power thrumming beneath its faux skin.

But what mattered most was the clattering sound of the sickle against the stone ground. Sebastian set his eyes on the gleam of silver in the late moonlight as it whispered things in his ears that he knew were lies.

Even demons had their vices. And he waited for it to indulge too far before grabbing the sickle and digging it into its back. He heard the gasp in his ear as the sickle plunged its way to where its heart would have been. He twisted the blade, delighting in the pained noise the nuisance made above him.

Then it laughed, pressing an open mouthed kiss just under his ear. For a terrifying moment, he thought it hadn’t worked. But then it spoke, lips against the shell of his ear.

“Imbecillior factus sum.” It laughed. Then it died.

So… how does one become a demon?

The stream of adrenaline in his veins turned warm. Hot. Searing.

He screamed, pushing the corpse off of him and watching as it hit the floor as nothing more than a pile of dust. He tried to pull himself up off the pallet but fell to the ground in a writhing, shaking pile of limbs. He could feel it, the power he had felt just from contact alone. The power he had been envious of. The power he had wanted. But it was too much for the form he was in. He felt his skin bubble, then stretch, then it felt like being inside out as he tried to make it stop.

Then it did. Abruptly and without warning. He gasped for air, but his lungs never filled the way they had before. He stood and became suddenly aware that he was willing himself to have this body. This was no longer his natural form.

Horrified curiosity took hold and he snatched the sickle out of the pile of dust that he had once owed his immortal soul to. The handle was hot in his hand, like it was warning him to put it down. He took the blade and sliced it across his palm, the metal passing through skin too easily for such a dull blade.

How does one become a demon?

He let out a scream, realizing he had gotten exactly what hat he wanted.

… By killing one, of course.

—

“Can a human become a demon?” Ciel Phantomhive asked one night, the curiosity peeking through his still-high voice as the entity that was now Sebastian Michaelis got him situated for bed.

He hoped the child didn’t notice his pause. He wanted to say no, though after over 1,600 years death really didn’t seem like that terrible of an option anymore.

But the pain. The way that power took over and made you forget the way it felt to have a body but still know this wasn’t it. The way that years would speed up and drag on with no rhyme or reason. The way that even hunger hurt differently in this new body, but still wracked through it in that same, dull way that it had before.

But now the taste was foul even when in the best cases.

He kept his face neutral, watching in detested fondness as the boy’s head popped back into view through the neck hole of his nightdress.

“The price is far too high.”

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vilemint · 10 months

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Steeled Revenge

(Sebastian Michaelis x OC) fanfic

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(you can also find this fic on AO3, here's the link , it's to my profile where there's more chapters of this story ((approx 15)) and there's also a Black Clover fic on there too in case anyone was interested.))

Before reading:

There will be mentions of situations most will not find comfortable. Please when reading that you understand these themes exist and it is not targeted at any person, groups, sexual preferences, or any of the sort.

MINORS DNI. DO NOT COPY AND REPOST MY WORK.

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WC: 5.6k

Ch. I

It is yet another dark, gloomy, depressing day out in London today. Even with the threat of rain, people were out and about visiting shops and conducting typical business activities as usual.

Including Mavis, even if she hated being out and around others. But the growing pain in her stomach screamed to have something filling to satisfy itself basically forced her out.

Passing by numerous shops that sold a variety of things, clothes, food, accessories, etc. Mavis favored a spot near the heart of London, even if it was crawling with nobles and mercenaries.For here she could swiftly and easily sneak pieces of food off vendors tables without the owners knowing. And when they’d realize what had happened, she’d be long gone in the sea of humans. She’s been getting bolder and bolder, swiping items at first from family owned businesses and slowly escalating to corporate companies.

But, there’s a drawback for Mavis being in large crowds.

What was stronger than the smell of baked goods and street food being freshly made right there was the scent of human souls. It's like shoving a Thanksgiving dinner in front of someone who's been stranded in the jungle for 6 months without adequate food and water on hand.

That urge to just cull a human soul was growing day by day. It drove her nuts, so much so that she doesn't eat meat. The sight, color, smell and texture was intoxicating, but she forces herself to push those emotions down, no matter how loudly her stomach growls.

With her back as straight as it could get, she ventured on into the crowds of people, swallowing the saliva that flooded her mouth as her sensitive nose caught the wisps of other souls. Its been getting worse since she arrived in London sometime ago. She’s times before came close to actually attacking people, but would stop herself when her consciousness would return from the frenzy. The haunting memories of her childhood being the negotiator most of the time.

For today’s menu, Mavis craved something sweet. And the only good enough shop for her to steal from would be from the Funtom Company. Rumor had it that a mere child runs the company now, as well as being head of his family. These were whispers and judgmental words from citizens who had issues with a child running everything.

She remembered the day she found out that was the case, thinking to herself, ‘Even if he runs a successful Candy Company, I can't believe he's the head of the family. Earl Phantomhive. Parents dying in a tragic house fire, leaving the boy the only one alive. Poor thing, I almost pity him.’

She huffed lightly, comparing backstories of his and her own together mentally. ‘Though, you weren't turned into a monster. But I am curious about this infamous butler of his that tags along wherever he goes.’

She ceased her mental bickering when the sweet smell of the well known candy store hit her nose. A sly smirk tugged at the corners of her lips as she also spotted the company mascot on a small sign hanging over the main entrance.

‘Ahh..reminds me of father. Though that alone won't stop me from swiping some goodies!’

The shop was busy as usual, lots of kids with their parents browsing what Funtom offered as goods, along with young couples buying candy for one another. The typical crowd for the time of day.

Upon entering, Mavis snuck through the groups of people, purposefully avoiding the shop employees. There had been a sketch of her posted on the ‘Not Welcome In Store/Banned’ section of a newsletter board. Last thing needed was to be chased out of the store before getting a bite of the sweets.

Weaving in and out of the people, she finally made it to the baked sweet sitting on plates, awaiting grubby hands to take them. Brownies, cookies, cakes, cake slices, crepes, doughnuts, you name it, were all there and out in the open. Unattended, with the quick glance of her surroundings, Mavis began to pocket everything she could grab. Cookies, doughnuts and the one other reason why

she came out here in the first place.

‘Can't forget about the Butterscotch Brownies!’

Grabbing an exceptionally large handful of them she quietly pocketed the sweets before a voice shot out into the crowd.

“HEY! You’re supposed to not be here!”

“Crap!!”

She immediately turned around and booked it, pushing past the people in her way that tried to stop the robbery.

Reaching the door, she pulled it open and dashed through it, all the while her head was turned to show off her tongue to the ones that tried to stop her. She was home free, beginning to advance to the streets ahead when-

WHAM!

“Ugh..Damn it..” Her muffled voice crowed.

Wait.

Muffled?

Shooting open her silver colored eyes Mavis slowly observed what she ran into.

Black overcoat..

White undershirt..black tie..

A silver crest over the left breast pocket..

She took a sharp inhale. ‘This scent..I’ve smelled it before..Roses and Cinnamon..’ Slowly taking a step back, the customers gasped and murmured behind her. The sensitive hearing she has easily caught their voices.

“That mangy street rat ran into Earl Phantomhive! Er, well, his butler at least..”

‘You’ve gotta be shitting me.’ She groaned internally. Say goodbye to all that hard work for food I guess.

“Oh my. What is it that we have here?” A voice, so smooth and still as a lake spoke from above.

Quickly looking up her eyes widened at who the voice belonged to.

A man, tall and slender, with raven black hair, porcelain skin, and deep ruby red eyes observed her.

‘Oh fuck..’ Mavis nervously thought as she started to shiver lightly. ‘This man..he's the same as me..he’s a demon, and a ridiculously powerful one too..’ She stiffened up as his eyes traced her frame, slightly widening halfway around her body before relaxing again.

“Ah! Mr.Sebastian you’ve come at a good time! This harlot has been the one stealing all of the baked sweets! She’s got them in her pocket!”

Sebastian, briefly glanced at the store employee before going back down at the woman in front of him, a quick hand reaching into her pocket and pulling out the Butterscotch Brownie she snatched minutes before. He eyed the sweet then again the woman, a devilish smirk came across his face.

“So it appears. Good man, I’ll take her to the proper authorities.” He gave an eye closed smile, using his other hand to grab one of Mavis’s wrists, his attention snapping down to her. “Now then, Madam, I’m going to have to ask you to come with me.” His grip tightened, as if he'd snap her wrist if she refused.

Growling slightly, she stared back into his maroon eyes, “Fine.”

Again, Sebastian smiled and turned to leave, bringing Mavis into the public eye. The moment she was out of the building, she made a quick twist of her wrist and bent it in a way that Sebastian wasn’t expecting and yanked herself free from his grasp. Taking the newfound freedom from her short capture Mavis took a quick breath of air and turned hightail, running away from the man as quickly as she could.

“Hey! Get back here!” The same employee yelled out, lunging into the direction the thief ran in, only to be stopped by Sebastian’s hand being placed on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, she will be dealt with accordingly.”

The shopkeeper Looked up at the butler in clad black with a look of uncertainty. Nonetheless, he once again thanked Sebastian for his coincidental timing and went back inside.

“Sebastian. What was that all about?”

Turning on his heel, he looked down to a boy, dressed neatly and spiffy like with an eyepatch over his right eye. And with a small bow, he rose back up and replied, “My apologies Young Master, it seems our rat problem just ran off.”

“What? That girl? SHE got away from YOU?”

With his eyes staring at his master, he continued. “There’s something else..” He walked over and put a hand to his ear. “In other words, a supernatural problem.”

The boys single ocean blue eye widened, nodding to his butler. “We will speak of this back at the manor. Come, if it means what it's starting to sound like this needs our attention now. Reschedule the check in with the other shops too.”

Sebastian got down on one knee. With a hand over his chest and spoke, “Yes, my lord.”

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Mavis, now a safe distance away from the demonic butler, hissed at herself. “You idiot! Now not only don't you have any food, you’ve now got to deal with..THAT.” She spat out the word like acid, kicking some garbage in the alleyway she found after scaling buildings in the means to hide, the anger and frustration slowly boiling. Not only that, but her stomach was making the same Sirens call, trying to move her to feast on a human soul. Audible growls of hunger shook her body, and the aching pain that followed felt like a hot knife being stabbed into her belly.

“This..then that psychopathic red head from a few days ago..and now another demon in London. What more could come my way?” She grumbled, making a plan on what to do for the night.

‘Well..I have to find food, or else I’ll snap..that’s priority one. At least the dinner rush will happen soon..’

-later that night-

As she thought, the dinner rush began not long after the sun began to set. This time she stuck by the area she’s been calling ‘home’ for a few weeks now. Mainly sticking by the homeless folk that slept in the alleys and in broad daylight for everyone to observe.

Using her typical scavenger skills, Mavis again blended into a bustling crowd of people. She tried to focus on sights rather than scents, although seeing out of her eyes was just as much of a curse as her sense of smell. For she is able to physically see a person's soul. The shape, color and hue, and in some rare instances she could even see their textures. The mere sight of a soul doesn't catch her attention most of the time, it was the scent that was her enemy too.

It was already dark out. City workers scrambled to light the street lights to illuminate roads and sidewalks. Even without the light she could see everything around her like the sun had never set. Her night vision ability was really something to marvel at, even if it did make the things around her light up like a Christmas Tree.

Again she made it to an open table full of goods, checking her surroundings once more she began to pick out the ones that looked the best.

‘Mmmm…I’ll take you, you, you….’ She gasped loudly in her mind. ‘YOU!’ Her silver eyes widened. There before her was a Butterscotch Brownie, and only 2 were left. Muscle memory just lunged for the baked good, snatching the one and stuffing it into her pockets with the rest of them. Her swift swiping was silent, her clothing not even rustling.

Satisfied with her haul, Mavis slunked back into the crowd, disappearing into the sea of people.

She moved and weaved with bliss, not once bumping or brushing against anyone. Eventually she made it to another alley, quickly making her way to the very end of it and smothering herself against the brick wall, sinking down to the ground with her knees up to her chest. As a rabid animal finding fresh kill, the woman began to devour the sweets. Filling her stomach, but just barely. Even though she could taste and favor food like any other human, no matter how much she’d eat it wasn't enough. It only sufficed her hunger for a little while, a quarter of the day at most.

The Butterscotch Brownie was the only thing left to eat. Saliva dripped down the corner of her mouth, like a dog salivating for a bone. “Ohh you better be worth this!” She nearly moaned. Opening her maw, Mavis shoved the sweet inside, chewing the delectable tart and savoring its flavor to the fullest, before swallowing. Satisfied, Mavis moved closer to the wall, snuggling into the corner that met with the adjacent building with a tattered piece of cloth barely large enough to cover her body fully, slowly lulling herself to sleep.

Sure, she knew that it’d probably be best to keep a watchful eye out for demons and reapers, but today was the first day that Mavis’s screaming stomach calmed down. She didn't waste on the opportunity to rest.

Hopefully, she'll get a full night's rest if she’s lucky.

“My, my, you’re one hard woman to find.”

..Well nevermind I guess.

The millisecond those words hit Mavis’s ears, her eyes shot open and hovered over to the source of the sound.

A familiar scent followed close behind.

Roses and Cinnamon, with a new undiscovered hint of Earl Grey.

Her body moved on its own, quickly standing to her feet while her back pressed against the brick wall, hands holding onto a few of the bricks instinctively.

‘It wasn't worth it. Damn you!’

There at the opposite end of the alley, stood the same figure from before, the Phantomhive butler. The eyes he had made Mavis’s lips curl in distaste.

“It's a bothersome thing, isn't it? The anguish of a starving demon.” Sebastian’s smooth voice echoed in the restricted space. All was silent except the clicking of his dress shoes hitting the cobblestone pavement beneath them, making his way towards Mavis. In return she pressed herself harder to the wall, her teeth slightly sharpening in defense.

“Don't come any closer! I’m not in the mood to deal with you again today!” She protested, sending a small growl Sebastian’s way.

The soft sound curled around his ears, a sound he knows too well. It was a warning growl. “Mm, I’m afraid not. For you see, my Master's line of work would double if someone like you is out and about. The last thing he wants is the Queen to worry about her citizens.”

“Tch. To hell with her citizens. I know why you’re here, and I’m going to tell you once more, stay away. I’m not going to feed anytime soon.”

All Sebastian did was smile, and chuckle ever so slightly. “Ah, if I had a nickel for everytime I’ve heard that.” His eyes shifted to the telling color of bright magenta, seemingly illuminating brighter than the lamps in the dim alley.

Mavis in turn allowed her eye to do the same, showing off the piercing magenta color. All though in a much, much lower brightness. The iris slitting into a vertical shape. This made Sebastian stop in his tracks, staring at her.

“Oh? Well this is new..” He whispered to himself, though the woman caught it. His eyes squinted to Mavis’s chest, eyeing it curiously. She didn’t move, she knew that he was looking at her soul. With a quick breath in, Sebastian was stunned at her scent.

What he smelt was not only the familiar stench of a demon, but a new scent he didn’t notice before that the woman carried with her.

The sweet scent of honeysuckle and cedarwood, with a hint of the scent of..a forest?

Now, Sebastian would be lying if his own mouth didn't water in the presence of such a delectable soul, but being bound by contract, he couldn’t do anything about it. After all, it was his fault for being so picky about quality souls. His interest in the situation at hand was growing more however.

“Here I thought that you were some low life trying to get by. Though that is still the case-” he chuckled to himself slightly, before continuing. “However, in my many years of ‘life’ have I ever seen something as mysterious as you.” His lips curled back slightly, revealing 3 sharp top teeth and 2 sharp lower ones, all the while making his way to the woman. “Although it's been rumored of it happening, I’ve never seen one in person before..”

“Yes, yes, I’m well aware of what I am. But are you aware that I want nothing to do with someone like you?” She spat, putting one of her feet flat against the wall. If she had to escape, this would probably be the best way out.

“That I am. But I am bound by orders from my Master as I said to make contact with you. We cannot afford a rogue demon potentially starting a frenzied killing right now.”

She huffed with irritation, rolling her dual colored eyes at the man's words. “I already told you, I’m not going to feed. I haven’t culled anyone in over 17 years. Besides, I’m not looking for work. I have other important priorities to focus on than wasting time serving some moron tea when their legs work just fine.”

“Seems like she’s not listening, am I right, Sebastian?” A young voice called from behind the butler, along with the shadow of a child turning the corner from where the open road was.

“It appears so Young Mater. Perhaps our second plan could work.”

At the sight of the boy Mavis gritted her teeth together. ‘Not again, not like last time.’ She eyes him down. “What do you want, little pup?”

The boy squinted his one eye, staring back at her.

“How about a game?”

Mavis tensed slightly, “What do you mean..”

He walked up to his butler, cane in hand and stopped with the last sound being said cane striking the ground.

“I mean what it sounds like. The game is chase.”

The woman stayed silent, watching the little Earl.

“All you have to do is escape Sebastian for 5 minutes. If he catches you, you come back with us. If he doesn't, we will leave you until you lose control.”

She bit the inside of her cheek. Was she seriously considering his offer?

“What do I get out of it?”

“Food. A roof over your head and a bed. Though no one is ever allowed to live in my manor without being of some sort of use. You’d have to work, and, as you said, you’d bring me tea.” He shot a cocky smirk.

Huffing again and getting tired of looking over her shoulder, she replied. “Fine. If it means you’ll leave me alone.”

“Excellent. You get a 10 second head start. After that, Sebastian will come for you.” he pulled out a pocket watch, flipping it open. “Ten.-” Aaannnddd she’s gone.

The joints in Mavis’s wrists and feet swiveled backwards and began to pull her body up the brick wall, much like a spider. As she reached the top, she took a millisecond to glance back at the butler who wore a smirk of excitement, then flipped over onto the roof. Just out of view now she could hear the quiet voice of the boy ask Sebastian if that was how she got away earlier that day, which he confirmed.

‘I know just one place that might throw off that damn bird demon..’ She thought, slowly making her way closer and closer to the Thames River.

Ciel turned to his butler, with 7 seconds remaining. “Well? What do you think? Could she really be only a half demon?”

Sebastian hummed lightly, eyes glued to the roof the woman was last seen on. ”It's beginning to look like it, though I’ll see for myself in a few seconds.” He glanced down at the Earl, his ruby eyes lightly sharpening at the chase ahead.

Back to Mavis, she hopped from roof to roof, finally seeing the Thames ahead. She was looking for the specific bridge that ran over it, the one that was full of people no matter what time of day. She grinned at the glorious sight, making haste to the under part of the bridge where she knew the supports for the bridge had a hollow opening, there she'd clamper into the space and squished herself as far as she could. And that's exactly what she did, making sure no one would see her first, then snuck down the embankment, and under the bridge. But before going in the bride's support, she decided to slather her arms, legs, and cheeks with mud, to deter her scent from being as noticeable.

Again, Ciel patiently waited for the seconds to tick by. Finally seeing the needle of his pocket watch hit the 10 second mark, he didn't raise his head to look at the butler. He knew he’d follow his order. “Fetch.”

And, just as quickly as Mavis had, Sebastian was gone too. The only thing indicating his departure was the near silent steps of his dress shoes clinking on the shingles above.

‘Ah, I see what she’s done here.’ Sebastian stopped, glancing down at the area next to the river. ‘Trying to deceive my senses are we? Interesting..She’s clever, I’ll give her that. And it seems she knows how to play games..’ His eyes scanned the crowd below, choosing to start his search by the well known pub in the area.

Many nooks and crannies zig zagged around the suburb. This was an area known to teem with trouble, most notably where Jack the Ripper has committed most of his recent murders. He scaled down the building in a darkened alley and walked out into the opening, as if he had been walking there this whole time.

‘He’s already near me?! No, that can't be!’ Mavis drastically thought. The wind had changed direction in her favor, er, well, not really.. She easily caught the distinctive scent of a demon nearby, along mixed in the aroma was hints of cinnamon and roses, though the cinnamon was much more pungent being a spice and all. But her muscles tensed, straining to keep herself steadfast in the corner as she heard the faintest sound of those dress shoes clicking down the cobblestone road. Even though that kind of shoe was normally worn during this era, it was the sound of his shoes that concerned her.

Sebastian sighed and continued on, slowly making his way to the bridge.

‘Well I’m never going to find her this way. Might as well use primal instincts..’ He took in the wind, allowing the scents of London to penetrate his nose. The disgusting smells of excrement from horses and people, mixed in with the other typical scents of London stood out. But one scent in particular pushed those aside and garnered his attention, one he hasn't encountered before.

His lips curled into a dark smirk scenting the faintest aroma of a demon, a sour and dark type of, but mixed in it like a blended melody was hints of citrus. This stood out beyond the rest of London, and to fill the growing hunger in his stomach Sebastian began to move closer and closer to the bridge.

Back underneath, Mavis was panicking. Why did she agree to do this?! Dammit! And to add salt in the wound she agreed to even ‘play’ with a powerful, high ranking demon too!

Her thoughts of possible escape snapped to a halt, the knowing piercing pain in her head thumped hard against her skull. ‘Shit! I’ve been so focused on hiding that I didn't realize just how much energy I’m wasting just to do this!’ The raging headache going on now couldn't be dulled by any other pain. She bit her lip hard, unknowingly too hard, not paying attention to the feeling of liquid slowly dropping down her lips till it was too late.

Looking down to her horror, Mavis watched a singular drop of blood hit the ground. It’s impact echoing louder than the clopping of horse hooves against the pavement up above. Like flipping a switch, the sound of Sebastian’s dress shoes abruptly changed direction and started moving closer to the bridge. Eventually Mavis surmised that the man was right on top of the same support beam she was. Instinctively she drove her hand to cover her mouth, in an attempt to slow her rapid breaths.

Taking out his pocket watch, Sebastian peered down at the glass and clicked his tongue. ‘Oh dear, its already been 4 minutes and 30 seconds? This won't do at all.” He frowned. ‘To think.. I might be outsmarted by a half demon..’ The foul taste of the thought stained his tongue.

The butler resumed his walk, but stopped after a few steps as his ears picked up the soft sound of yelping. It was faint, he could just barely hear it, but in his line of work you get accustomed to the sounds of whimpering one way or another.

Turning around, his eyes scanned the crowd of bustling people who were on the bridge with him, it was close enough that maybe the woman was blending in with the crowds.

Then, he heard it again. The same yelping sound, this time slightly louder but not loud enough to draw attention from humans, but loud enough for animals and supernaturals to hear it.

Mavis looked up from between the cracks she could physically see Sebastian above her. The lanterns illuminated his form while hiding the features on his face, but there’s no doubt it was him. The only man on the bridge without a woman or friend beside him, and the distinctive 3 raised hairs atop of his head gave it away. As soon as her eyes adjusted to the blinding light of the hanging lanterns, Sebastian’s form was gone. Fear and anxiety soon set in.

And she had a right to be scared.

“My, aren’t you a well camouflage thing?” His voice slipped off his tongue and right into Mavis’s ear.

She squeaked and finally lost the strength in her arms and legs, now tumbling down to the muddy water bank face first with a hard ‘thud’. She groaned and started to heave herself up but was stopped by a firm hand gripping the back of her neck.

“Ah, ah, ah. Can’t have you running off now, you’ve been caught, little mouse.” Sebastian smirked, and in return Mavis gave a deep growl of displeasure; the grip this man had on her was so strong that if she even attempted to run her skin would most likely stay in his hand while her body left.

Ciel yet again looked at his watch, about to call Sebastian back till out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of the man in question walking towards him. He had to double take to be sure his ‘one good eye’ wasn’t deceiving him.

“Young Master, I come bearing a gift.” He chuckled.

With her arms folded and silver eyes fixed on anything else but the two of them was an irritated Mavis. ‘How could I let this happen AGAIN?! Screw this damn Bird Brain and runt of an Earl..’ She negatively thought. “I can see that Sebastian. Come, the carriage is waiting.” He turned impressively and began to walk to the horse drawn car. All the while, Mavis just kept her mouth shut the whole time, till she was put into said carriage. She reluctantly sat down, looking around the small space for an easy escape route to only find her chance would be to weave between her kidnappers. That or go through the glass window, which was out of the question. I mean, she did lose fair and square, and Mavis was a woman of her word (for the most part..depends on what it is.)

Both of Mavis’s captors sat across from her. Sebastian wasn’t driving this time as someone else was hired for the job.

“Now then, May I ask for your name?” Ciel quizzed, legs crossed over and back straight. His single deep royal blue eye practically pierced through the woman before him. “Mavis. Mavis Fairview.” She replied, hand on her chin and head leaning on the cool glass of the carriage.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Ms.Fairview. I’m Ciel Phantomhive, Earl of Phantomhive.” Before he continued the woman but in. “I know who you are. To the public eye you’re just a boy who lost everything. But to others, you’re known as the Queens Guard Dog.” She didn’t move her head, but her eyes slid over to the boy, who looked right back at her with surprise. Even the butler next to him couldn’t help but to mimic the same reaction as well.

“How-how did you know?”

“When you’re part of the actual underworld, word travels fast. Especially when you got him-” She slightly hissed, “As your lap dog too.” As she sneared at Sebastian, a thought crossed her mind. Ciel had started to gain notoriety at being a detective, and even solving what the Scotland Yard couldn’t do, so perhaps..he might be able to help her…

In her own personal life, she wasn’t getting far with leads to look for the person/people that made her own special little hell on Earth, who caused her great pain and suffering and, just like anyone else, wanted revenge on them for doing so. But..could she really put down more time and waste possible energy for another Master who would ‘help’ her?

The chance would come soon enough. Afterall, what more could she gamble away? Nothing if I’m being honest. But for now she had to determine if these ‘people’ before her are worth the time. Ciel squinted his eye at her as she continued to stare, getting uncomfortable between that and the awkward silence that was soon apparent.

To break it, Ciel continued with a basic question. “Alright, seeing that you’ll be staying at the manor you’d have to work for me. No one is allowed to stay rent free. Have you ever had a job like a maid before?”

She sighed, angry that she’s going to answer truthfully. But its for the best. “Yes I have. I’ve been a maid and a butler before, But I much prefer the butler role.”

Ciel put a hand to his chin in thought. “Young Master, if I may-” Sebastian started, “Perhaps it would be best to have another butler in the house. She could be of some use to the troublemakers back at the manor.” Ciel’s face soured at the mention of the others. “Yes..It would be nice for once to not have anything go wrong.”

Mavis just looked between them, hoping the Earl wouldn’t say what she thinks he will.

“Alright, I’ll have you work under Sebastian. You’ll also be second in charge for our morons of servants.” Aaannnddd there it is. The thought of her having to work under this..sadistic demon made Mavis grind her teeth. Her K9’s peeking through her lips.

“Fine. But, I must ask something of you in return. If you help me I’ll comply, if you don’t I’ll leave the moment I see the chance.”

The both of them looked at each other quickly before looking back at Mavis. Sebastian’s eyes squinted slightly.

“As long as it's in the lines of what I can do, consider it done.”

She closed her eyes, head turning to face the both of them. When they opened, one eye was silver, the other glowing a bright magenta.

“Help me find the people that killed my father, and imprisoned me. Then, I’ll gladly work for you.”

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pikethepicklearts · 3 months

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I've gotten a little bored and I'm deciding to post something because I want to start talking about my interests more as well as just getting used to how Tumblr works lol. So, in honor of that, I'd like to make a little get-to-know-me I guess. So if people start making art requests or such, just refer back to here! :)

Fandoms

Twisted Wonderland. Favorite Characters: Leona Kingscholar🦁, Ruggie Bucchi🍩, Kalim Al-Asim♥️ and Sam🐸

Mortal Kombat 1. Favorite Characters: Reptile (Syzoth)🦎, Kung Lao🧢 and SubZero (Bi-Han)❄

The Legend of Vox Machina. Favorite Characters: Grog🍺, Vex'ahlia🏹 and Vax'ildan⚔

Frostbite/Purpleverse. Favorite Characters: Tate Frost🐺 and Mya Graham🐱

Dead By Daylight. Favorite Characters: Renato Lyra☀️, Yui Kimura🛵, The Trickster (Ji-Woon Hak)🗡 and The Oni (Kazan Yamaoka)👹

Resident Evil (ALL GAMES). Favorite Characters: Rebecca Chambers🏥, Albert Wesker🕶, Carlos Oliviera🔫, Karl Heisenberg🔨 and The Baker family

Obey Me! Favorite Characters: Beelzebub🍔 and Diavolo👑

Sk8 the Infinity. Favorite Characters: Cherry Blossom (Karou Sakurayashiki)🌸 and Reki Kyan 📱

Stardew Valley. Favorite Characters: Shane🍕(My beleoved I marry him every playthrough😌), Emily💎, Maru🔧and Elliott✒

Yuri!! on ICE. Favorite Characters: Yurio🐯, Otabek🛵 and Viktor🐶

Black Butler. Favorite Characters: Sebastian Michaelis🖤, Grell Sutcliff👠, Soma Kadar🐘 and Mei-Rin👓

My Hobbies

Drawing. I'm a traditional artist, but I'll very rarely do digital art because its a total pain and I'm not used to drawing online nor digital drawing techniques

Baking. I can make almost any dessert and I especially love cakes and cupcakes because I get to decorate them more easily than cookies or scones

Singing. I like to sing in my spare time and cover songs (mainly Disney songs because they're just better dont judge lol). I'm an alto. And MAYBEEE I'll upload a song cover at some point...

Swimming. I'm a competetive swimmer (will not say team nor school because PRIVACY) but I just started last year. I swim Freestyle and Butterfly

Gaming. I especially love horror games and visual novels (ESPECIALLY DATING SIMS). I do like parkour games as well like platformers and side scrollers like Little Nightmares and It Takes Two

Writing Headcannons and little scenarios that pop into my head. I LOVE talking about my interests and I hope I can connect with some people about my likes.

Occaisonal story writing. Its not my strong suit, but I try to write when a really good idea pops into my head. I'll write anything from OC stories, to fanfics or even k!nk-fics (CHECK WITH ME TO SEE WHAT I'M COMFORTABLE WRITING WITH)

Why did I join Tumblr?

I mostly joined Tumblr to look at stories my friend reccommended me (lol) but I've honestly realized there are so many communities here that really seem friendly that share my interests. Also, I fond way funnier memes here than any other website. So, thanks Tumblr 👍

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moved-to-lokabrenna-writes · 2 years

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Imagine Weston College in quarantine lockdown!

Oh, I love quarantine fics! They literally got me through lockdown lol

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"Professor Michaelis!" McMilan called while knocking on said professor's door.

"McMilan, were you not aware that we have begun quarantine? Why are you out of your room?" Professor Michaelis's voice could be heard coming from the other side of the door.

"I know, but haven't seen Phantomhive. I haven't seen him since the announcement was made."

"I see. Go back to your room, McMilan. I'll take it from here."

A few seconds pass before Sebastian heard the boy walk away from his door. Once he was sure the boy was gone, he made his way back to his bed which was currently occupied with his ailing young charge.

“Did you hear that, Young Master? McMilan is worried about you. Has my Young Master made a friend?” Sebastian asked as he placed his hand on Ciel’s forehead.

“Don’t patronize me, Sebastian.” Ciel replied in a raspy voice before falling into a coughing fit. Sebastian sighed before helping Ciel sit up and handing him a glass of water.

“I suppose I should have seen this coming. It’s only natural that you would be one of the first to catch the virus, given your weak immune system.”

“Do you even know the meaning of silence?”

“Of course, my lord. I know the meaning of all the words in your language, among many others. Would you like to study your vocabulary now?”

Ciel met Sebastian’s false kind smile with a glare.

“Shut up. You’re giving me a headache.”

“My deepest apologies. Why don’t you take a short nap and I’ll focus on preparing the school work your missing out on?”

“What do you mean missing out on? Everyone else doesn’t have any!” Ciel whined.

“I’m not letting my Young Master fall behind. Now, sleep well. Don’t concern yourself with the others, I’ll handle everything.” Sebastian said, holding back a “per usual” comment.

Sebastian made sure Ciel was comfortably tucked in and within the next half-hour (plus more whining about school work), Ciel was sound asleep.

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I’m so so so sorry this took awhile to post. Depression really hit me the last few months, but I’ll do my best to post more often! I hope this fulfilled your expectations, Anon! Please send more requests, asks, or anything really! I love interacting with y’all <3!!

#black butler sebastian #ciel phantomhive #kuroshitsuji #sebastian and ciel #sebastian michealis #black butler ciel #anon ask #dadbastian #black butler #ciel black butler

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youandmedead · 2 years

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₱ł₮₵Ⱨ’₴ ₥₳₴₮ɆⱤⱠł₴₮ (Ʉ₱Đ₳₮ɆĐ)

~Fandoms I will write for:

𖤐Tokyo Ghoul

𖤐Demon Slayer

𖤐My Hero Academia

𖤐Black Butler

𖤐Deathnote

𖤐Obey Me

𖤐Scream (1996)

𖤐IT (2017)

𖤐 Stranger Things

𖤐Hellboy (2004, 2008 and 2019)

𖤐American Horror Story

𖤐 Labyrinth

𖤐Helluva Boss

𖤐Hazbin Hotel

𖤐TMNT (2007, 2012 and 2014)

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~Rules~

Categories I will write for: Fluff | Angst | Suggestive | Comfort | Crack

Categories I will not write for: Smut

I will either write in the form of: Headcanon | Oneshot

I will write:

Male | Female | GN

I can turn down any request that I do not feel comfortable with writing/do not want to write. Please be mindful that I can not get to every request and can not post 24/7 due to my mental health and schoolwork. If I do decide to accept a request you have sent in it may take me a while too, so once again please be patient with me 💜

This account is not spoiler free either! Please check the warnings and tags with any content that I post that involves spoilers for shows/movies!!!

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~Links for fics from My old Account~

They/them pronouns / no pronouns are used in these pieces ↓

My hero academia:

Kirishima with a s/o who is struggling with their mental health -Oneshot

Some of my favourite characters watching a horror movie with their s/o - Headcanon

Black Butler:

Sebastian Michaelis in a relationship - Headcanon

Helluva Boss:

Blitzø in a relationship -Headcanon

Blitzø’s s/o feeling insecure/jealous due to Stolas -Oneshot

Blitzø adopting a hellhound reader -Headcanon

Hellboy:

Being in a relationship with Liz includes -Headcanon

Stranger Things:

Being in a relationship with Steve Harrington includes. -Headcanon

Being in a relationship with Eddie Munson includes -Headcanon

He/him pronouns are used in these pieces ↓

Hazbin Hotel:

Angel Dust with a caring boyfriend -Oneshot

Link to my new masterlist ⬇️

#pitch answers #Tokyo ghoul #demon slayer #black butler #saiki k #death note #tmnt #ahs #scream #Hellboy

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plague-of-insomnia · 1 year

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Synchronize

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Pairing: Sebagni | Rating: M | Words: 5506

Summary: Agni, a home-care nurse, has had his share of difficult patients, but now he's up for his biggest challenge yet. Sebastian is young, seriously ill, and angry, but Agni is determined to help him anyway. Will the two be able to synchronize and move forward, or will Sebastian forever let his bitterness over his past trauma hold him back?

TW: This work will depict chronic illness and have medical procedures, as well as medical trauma and PTSD will be explored, but no major warnings.

~#~

Huge thanks to @apocalypticromantic666 for helping me with this and encouraging me to share it <3

Reblogs appreciated !

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softie-bat · 3 years

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sebastian michaelis x reader songfic (epiphany)

[ inspired by the cover song epiphany by the piano guys - i encourage you to listen to it while you read ! ]

this had been plaguing you for days now, you realized as you laid in the neatly made bed, your (e/c) eyes gazing out the window a few feet from where you lay. the trees swayed ever-so softly in the breeze, a few leaves being carried off by the soft wind. the calmness of the manor almost calmed your nerves

it felt weird, you had to admit that much. when you first woke up here, things seemed so exciting, as if you were finally living out your fangirl dreams. that’s what every anime fan dreams of, right? waking up in their favorite anime, falling in love with their favorite anime character... but truly being here had begun to lose it’s charm. sure, you had some excitement seeing as you’d seemed to appear a good bit before the beginning of the first season, though that didn’t cause your excitement to falter. it was only after season one had begun that you began to grow weary. you already knew what was going to happen, how it would happen and when it would happen. rewatching black butler multiple times had seemingly ruined the genuine experience for you.

a familiar sinking feeling began to settle in your stomach. you weren’t surprised; it was made clear a long time ago that this serenity had never been your cup of tea. you thrived being kept on your toes, and laying in your bed at the phantomhive manor wasn’t doing a damn thing for you. so with all of your strength, you hoisted yourself up and out of bed before getting dressed in a simple beige dress accompanied by some white heels. you busied yourself with pulling your hair into a low, messy bun as you exited your room. maybe walking around for a bit might help.

as you passed ciel’s study, your attention was caught by some chatter.

“no, sebastian, i am not going to have you as my dance instructor.” ciel’s voice pierced the silence.

“but, my lord, it’s far too short-notice to request one of your usual teachers. the ball is tomorrow night,” sebastian reasoned, his voice causing a small smile to fall onto your lips.

“there isn’t even any music,” ciel huffed. suddenly filled with energy, you knocked on the already open door.

“i can help with that,” you giggled.

“ah, (Y/N), good afternoon,” sebastian said, physically relaxing as his eyes caught yours.

“good afternoon, lady (Y/N). how exactly would you like to be of assistance?” ciel inquired, obviously hoping to get out of going to another ball.

you slyly pull your phone from one of your dress’s side pockets. “i can play instrumental music on my phone and sebastian can lead you through the dance.”

“why don’t you and sebastian demonstrate?” ciel asked, his face as stoic as ever, though there was a playful glint in his cerulean blue eye. you glanced at sebastian as he let out a soft chuckle before extending his gloved hand to you. opening your phone and pressing play on your music app, you then took his hand as the calming sound of one of your favorite instrumental songs filled the air.

sebastian pulled you close to him, his warm and inviting smell calming your aching nerves as he held you. you gently placed your hand on his shoulder while the other slipped into his smoothly, as if two puzzle pieces had finally fallen into place once more. having been so lost in your own memories of your home and everything that you’d felt as though you’d left behind, you’d almost forgotten just how right it felt to be in sebastian’s arms.

moving as fluidly as the ocean, and each step as soft as a falling feather, sebastian led the dance, your elegance almost matching his. the dance lasted for a few more minutes before the song faded out, leaving you both in a comfortable silence.

ciel cleared his throat in a polite manner, glancing away from the two of you.

“right then,” he said in his usual business tone. “thank you for demonstrating, sebastian, (Y/N).”

“of course,” you responded softly as you both stepped away from one another.

“there is no need to thank me, my lord.” sebastian smiled at you before returning his eyes to ciel.

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the day had went by as quickly as most days do in the phantomhive manor - you helped the servants around as you could, enjoying chatting with bardroy as you helped him make dinner. though, sebastian didn’t seem to be all that happy with how close you had seemingly become with the chef, which is something he brought up after ciel had been put to bed.

“may i come in?” sebastian asked after knocking on your bedroom door.

“yeah, of course, come in,” you replied, sitting up on your bed.

“what’s up?” you asked as sebastian shut the door behind him. a slow moment of silence followed your question as he kept his back turned to you.

“do you like it here?” sebastian inquired, a small hint of fear evident in his voice.

“of course i do,” you replied softly as you stood up. “sebastian, what’s wrong?”

“you’ve seemed so distant recently. i assumed i may have done something - or not done something - that caused you to begin to become so shut off. i saw how animatedly you were conversing with bardroy and i became... afraid.”

“afraid of what?” you asked as you now stood beside the tall butler.

“afraid that you have begun to no longer care for me as i care for you...”

“sebastian...” you breathed out before gently taking his hand, causing him to look you in the eyes. “i love it here, more than anything. i’ve never felt so safe somewhere in my life. you make me feel so safe. i love you more than anything in this world or the next. i’m so sorry for being so distant, it’s just easy to feel guilty for leaving everyone behind...” another moment of silence followed before sebastian spoke up once more.

“if you... wish to return home, i will not be the one to stop you.”

“sebastian... i don’t want to ever leave here without you, okay? you’re not getting rid of me that easily,” you teased the demon, causing a small smile to show on his lips.

“will you dance with me?” you blurted out. sebastian chuckled before taking your hand in his.

“nothing would make me happier.”

pulling out your phone, you once again played the same song you’d both danced to only hours before. this time, the dance was much more intimate than formal, however. sebastian loosely wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against his broad chest as you draped your arms around his neck, leaning your head against his shoulder as you both danced elegantly across the floor of your bedroom.

as the moonlight spilled into the room in whispers, you couldn’t help but look up at sebastian, his maroon eyes fixated lovingly on your form. having been caught staring, the male could only smile before placing a soft kiss on your forehead. you sighed in content before resuming your position, your eyes closing as he held you. the song had long faded out before sebastian picked you up, carrying you to your bed and pulling you close to him once more under the inviting warmth of the covers.

a realization hit you as you began drifting off to sleep in the arms of your love, a realization that was much overdue. you may miss your friends back home, and even the life you’d grown so accustomed to... but nothing in that world could have ever felt as right as being wrapped in sebastian’s arms.

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okay hi ,, i promise i don’t write often ........ i’ve been feeling v down in the dumps emotionally and man oh man alive i needed to write something comforting ..... nyways the cover song epiphany by the piano guys makes me think of this kind of scenario SO MUCH gods i just wanna be held by sebby okay <//3

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ciel-plusultra · 5 years

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Sweet Disposition

Ciel laid on his side in bed, watching the rain roll down the window pane. It was an interesting sensation, to see the droplets slide against the glass while tears rolled down his porcelain cheeks. The weather always seemed to match his mood lately, and he hated spring. The dreary grey and the lingering smell of wet earth dulled his senses. He felt nothing.

His fingers stroked one of the several warm fleece blankets that Sebastian adorned their bed with. Sebastian always knew the little comforts to ease Ciel’s ache. The soft scent of lavender hung in the air, courtesy of the oils Sebastian added to their sheets when he washed them. Ciel’s hand mindlessly traveled to his pregnant belly and began rubbing it. He felt so emotional, and yet so devoid of emotion at the same time. A deep throbbing hollowness.

“Ciel? I’m back from the store,” Sebastian’s soothing tone broke Ciel from his thoughts. He shifted in the puddle of blankets he laid in so he could face Sebastian, and offered him a small smile although his face was wet with tears. Sebastian’s expression immediately changed to one of pain and concern, as if nothing bothered him more than Ciel being uncomfortable. “My love?”

Within a moment he was kneeling at the bed side, taking Ciel’s smaller hand within his own. Ciel felt warm again, although he couldn’t recall being cold. Sebastian had that affect on him. He never knew he was missing anything, until his crimson eyed lover came along and put back together the broken, shattered pieces of his soul. The tears were a silent, steady stream from cerulean eyes.

“I just don’t feel right,” Ciel began, his voice barely above a whisper. It was broken, just like he felt. He rubbed his stomach more, clearly far away in his mind. “Nothing is right, Sebastian.”

“Are you in pain?” Sebastian asked calmly, but there was clearly alarm laced within his tone. He was always worried about Ciel and the baby. He had an innate need to protect them both, and to see Ciel crying was enough to tug at the seams of his sanity.

“No. If I were in pain, then at least I’d feel... Something.” Ciel’s voice wavered and he closed his eyes tightly, willing the tears to just stop already. He felt his hand lift, and then soft lips caressed each digit with a gentle precision that made his heart race. He looked at Sebastian, who was kissing his hand so lovingly.

“I got you something at the store. I think I know just what you need on this insufferably gloomy day,” Sebastian said with a sincere smile, a rare one... Reserved only for Ciel. All of his softness was for Ciel and the baby, and them alone. “I’ll be right back.”

A soft kiss was pressed to Ciel’s forehead, and then Sebastian was gone. Ciel stared at the ceiling and thought about the baby. A girl... He didn’t know how to raise a girl. He wasn’t certain he’d know how to raise a boy, either. He suddenly wasn’t sure he’d make a good parent. He knew he was born for this, but felt so conflicted. He already loved her. He’d die for her, and Sebastian would kill for her. But some days he can’t even get out of bed... How is he going to take care of her, when he sometimes can’t even take care of himself? He bit his lip anxiously and stared at the rain again. What were they thinking? Were they even ready for this?

Sebastian returned, carrying a “breakfast-in-bed-tray” that he made himself several months before. Ciel wiped his eyes and sat up in the bed, relaxing against the head board and trying to peak at the contents on the tray. Sebastian smiled proudly and set the tray in his lover’s lap, then took his house slippers off and climbed into bed next to him. On the tray was a very tempting slice of chocolate cake, drizzled with caramel and sprinkled with sea salt. The gorgeous slice was accompanied by a fresh cup of herbal tea. Ciel smiled, and felt like crying a different type of tears now.

“Open up, baby.” Sebastian said in a soft purr, cutting into the slice with a fork and lifting it to Ciel’s lips. Ciel melted a bit... Of course he was perfectly capable of feeding himself, but how could he say no to such a sweet gesture? He parted his lips and accepted a taste. It was pure bliss. The sweet and salty combination was everything he was craving. and didn’t realize he was craving until it hit his tongue. It was perfect. He sighed contently and parted his lips for another bite, eliciting a small chuckle from his lover, who happily fed him.

By the time the slice was finished, Ciel was laughing and Sebastian was smiling his rare Sebastian smile. He felt warm... So warm, and so loved. Without Ciel needing to speak his worries, Sebastian obliterated them. Of course they were ready. They were a team, and Sebastian would always be there to take care of them. The tray was moved away, Ciel was sipping his tea, and Sebastian laid with his ear to Ciel’s stomach.

“We still haven’t decided on a proper name.” Sebastian pointed out, rubbing Ciel’s stomach while his head still rested against it. Ciel set his teacup on the nightstand and laughed softly.

“I hardly think Lilith is an appropriate name.” Ciel chuckled and ran his dainty hand through Sebastian’s silk tresses.

“And I think Elizabeth is a rather stuffy name. No offense to your cousin, of course.” Sebastian said smugly, but chuckled as well.

“It’s elegant!” Ciel huffed, then smiled. “We still have some time. I’m sure we’ll agree on something before she arrives.”

Sebastian nodded and shifted them in the bed, laying so Ciel’s back was to his chest. Ciel faced the window once more, but the rain had stopped. The sunshine crept through the curtains and he smiled happily. Sebastian held Ciel close, his hand never leaving his lover’s stomach as he drifted off. Warmth spread through Ciel, starting in his chest. He closed his eyes and smiled, listening to Sebastian’s breathing slow as he drifted to sleep. The warm, sweet scent of his lover mixed with the lavender relaxed Ciel’s worried mind. The sun was shining, he was loved, and somehow... He knew that everything would be just fine.

( A/N: This drabble is dedicated to @griever-bit-my-finger! Thank you SO much for the request! Hopefully I was able to do this prompt some justice. It was very enjoyable to write! Sorry if it’s a bit long... I got a bit carried away!)

#Sebaciel #sebastian x ciel #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #sebaciel au #mpreg #drabble #ficlet #fic request #nocturnal kat #my writing #oneshot #hurt/comfort

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