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ravensliterature · 2 years

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A Life Ransomed

A/N: Got a new request!

pairing: Sebastian Michaelis x Reader

warnings: Some curse words, description of violence and blood

w/c: 1733

Prompt: Sebastian’s mate has been kidnapped. He will do anything to bring her back.

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Sebastian hadn't seen you for a couple of hours which made him nervous. Sebastian Michaelis was one hell of a butler and this meant that not many things went under his radar. You were one of them, especially as his mate. You were a maid for Ciel Phantomhive and Sebastian was the one to recruit you after you left serving for the queen's guard. He thought that your skills as a soldier would be beneficial for protecting Ciel against his enemies and your training meant you knew how to take orders. You were probably the best employee of Ciel's besides Sebastian, which isn't saying a lot...

For Sebastian, you were different than any other human. Your mind is so much more complex than he thought possible and it intrigued him to no end. He wanted to understand what thoughts go through your head at all times. Plus, you also had a deep affinity for cats which was a bonus. And you are beautiful. He never saw an angel as pretty as you, with those locks, your soft skin, and those eyes which sparkle even when they're sad or annoyed. He adored you. You had come to care for him as well and eventually, he made you his mate. According to Sebastian, demons only have one mate for their entire life. Even if they don't fall in love with each other or their mate, they still stay with that person forever. You two were bound and luckily you did love each other. You two would always do anything for each other. Sebastian would give you the world without hesitation. Ciel did eventually find out about you both. At first, he didn’t know whether or not he should condone the relationship but Sebastian appeared to have more determination in his duties thanks to you. Ultimately, Ciel decided to let the two of you keep being together even though he had concerns.

It was becoming later in the day and you were nowhere to be seen. Sebastian's fears continued to grow and he was beginning to worry that something bad happened to you. He continued his duties but he made sure to look around for you each time he completed a task for the young master. He walked to the gardens hoping you weren’t hiding from him. He stopped by every place that could be considered a meeting point between you two and there was simply no sight of you. His realization that you weren't at the Phantomhive manner made a pitfall in his stomach.

He opted to ignore his fears contemplating the possibility that maybe Ciel sent you into town to retrieve something. No...that couldn't be the case, because you'd be back by now. The Phantomhive manor was vast with plenty of places where people might hide. Maybe someone kidnapped you? That thought sent chills down Sebastian’s spine. Ciel had many enemies, it was possible. After thinking for several moments, he realized that there was no evidence of this either.

One of Sebastian's last tasks for the day was retrieving the mail from the porch. Sebastian opened the long door to see several letters strung about. He noticed that some were sealed tight with wax but most were addressed to the Ciel and some to other members of the household. Something out of the ordinary is that there is one addressed to him. Sebastian throughout his entire time at the manor had never received a piece of mail. It must have been delivered earlier today while he was tending to Ciel. Carefully, Sebastian opened the small envelope and began to read:

Dear Mr. Michaellis,

I apologize for contacting you on such short notice but please forgive me for interrupting your work today. I'm afraid my business is not very pleasant but we have a settle to score. My men have taken your partner and will take your life in exchange for hers. I believe this is a reasonable bargain to prevent unnecessary bloodshed. Come alone or die trying to reach her. I have hired the strongest men so your little fiasco that happened once won't happen again.

Azzurro Vanel

Sebastian crumpled up the letter in disgust as anger bubbled in his chest and his eyes flashed fuschia. Azzurro and his men were going to take his mate? How dare they! He would make them pay! Without waiting another moment, he ran towards the kitchen grabbing a handful of knives. He needed to hunt down these bastards and kill them.

"Hey! What the bloody hell are you doing?!" Someone called out to him. It was Ciel.

Before Sebastian could say anything, Ciel pulled him aside and started lecturing him furiously.

"What in heaven's name are you doing with my silverware?"

Sebastian looked stern as he continued to grab various kitchen items.

"I was just taking care of some business." Ciel gave him a disapproving glare and shook his head.

"Don't think that I haven't seen your worried expressions all day." Sebastian frowned at Ciel's comment and sighed. "Y/N has been taken by Azzurro Vanel. I plan to return her home."

Ciel nodded. "Well I can't fault you for wanting to bring home your lover but please be home before 10 PM."

Sebastian nodded before picking up a knife.

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Sebastian ran through the entrance of the run-down building on the edge of London, throwing a knife at the head of a hired mercenary. Sebastian felt exhilarated as he watched the man fall to the ground with blood dripping off his temple. There was a slight pause as the mercenaries recovered from the attack but Sebastian took no time killing them as well. He wasn't about to waste a second. As Sebastian reached the staircase leading towards what appeared to be the office, likely where Azzurro was holding you. With all the energy he possessed, Sebastian kicked open the door. Inside, Sebastian found Azzurro sitting behind his desk while two large men held guns at his head.

You were tied up like cattle to a chair across from Azzurro. His face was emotionless except for his piercing gaze. A few candles illuminated the room allowing Sebastian enough light to see the way your face contorted in pure fear.

"I told you to come in peace," Azzurro said calmly. "So let's begin the fun."

Azzuro stood from behind the desk and made his way toward your side. Sebastian glared daggers at him until Azzurro grabbed you roughly by your arm. Sebastian moved a step forward until a gun was placed to your head. You whimpered in fear and squeezed your eyes shut. Sebastian froze. He hated seeing you this vulnerable, scared even, especially since he himself was feeling extremely upset.

"Don't try anything," Azzurro threatened. Sebastian narrowed his eyes at him before glancing over at your scared expression. A shiver traveled down his spine as his heart broke for you. You were so fragile. His mate.

Sebastian took one more step forward and a gunshot was heard. The smoke left Azzurro's gun but you were not harmed. In fact, you looked like nothing had happened at all. Sebastian smirked slightly as he turned out to be now behind Azzurro, holding the bullet out to him.

"I want you to know why you are dying Azzurro," Sebastian spoke quietly. "You tried to harm the woman whom I care deeply for and she didn't need or deserve it, therefore, I'll make sure you get the same fate as your men."

Sebastion removed your mouth gag and gave you a sad smile. "Don't cry (y/n). Everything will be alright. This bastard will suffer. I promise... " You tried to respond but Sebastian interrupted. "I need you to close your eyes." You smiled back. Tears began to roll down your cheeks as you closed your eyes. Sebastian took the bullet in his hand before pressing the barrel against Azzurro's forehead.

You heard screams, gunshots, and bodies falling to the ground. Your ears began ringing loudly as your mind struggled to understand what was happening. "You can open your eyes, my love," Sebastian said softly. Your vision focused and there he was standing right in front of you. Sebastian was alive but Azzurro was dead, bleeding profusely. "We won't let anyone hurt you ever again," Sebastian stated. He moved behind you and uncuffed your wrists.

You immediately wrapped your arms around Sebastian, sobbing hysterically. He rubbed circles into your back as he hugged you close to his chest and rested his chin atop your head, whispering sweet nothings into your ear to calm you down. Eventually, your breathing started to regulate and you began calming down a bit. You loosened your grip and Sebastian finally removed your head from his chin. You turned around and looked at the carnage that was in the room. Blood was everywhere. Even you were covered in it. Sebastian lifted your chin up and wiped the tears away with his thumb. "Are you ok?" He asked.

You nodded slowly and sniffled as tears flowed down your face once more. "Thank you... thank you." You whispered. "For everything." Sebastian chuckled and wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him.

"Of course, my love."

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Sebastian and you sat together on the bed in the guestroom as the sun slowly disappeared. You were still shaken by what happened. The only thing keeping you sane was Sebastian's presence next to you. Sebastian was rubbing your arm soothingly. He had insisted upon getting the both of you cleaned up after your encounter with Azzurro which he refused to leave your side for even a moment. Your clothes and hair were stained red from blood, sweat, and dirt. Sebastian had also cleaned your cuts from their rough handling as best as he could with alcohol.

"How did you find me?" You asked.

"I followed your scent. I knew you were here somewhere." Sebastian replied. "I was... scared." You nodded your head and kissed his cheek tenderly.

"It's fine. We're safe now," you reassured him. Sebastian leaned into you as he gently touched his lips against yours. You melted into his embrace as your body relaxed.

He moved the both of you to lie down so you were resting comfortably against one another. Your eyes grew heavy as exhaustion overcame your system. Before you fell asleep completely, Sebastian slipped his arms under your head causing you to nestle deeper into him.

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plague-of-insomnia · 9 months

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What does “Akuma” Mean?

Sebastian refers to himself as an akuma (悪魔), which is often translated into English as demon or devil. But what does the word really mean?

Japanese has many ways to say “demon/devil,” and they don’t all mean the same thing. Akuma is the most common, generic word for a demon, and does not necessarily have any specific religious connotations, including whether or not it is “evil” (in the Christian sense).

Its two kanji roughly translate to “bad/evil influence.” However, it’s important to note that “evil” has a very different connotation in Shinto belief than it does in other religious/moral frameworks.

This aligns with how Sebastian is often portrayed as a corrupting influence. Like a force of nature that can be destructive. The concepts of evil and sin like we find in Christianity and even Buddhism are not found in classic Shinto belief.

Let’s also not forget that part of why Yana uses “Akuma” is so she can make her famous “akumade” pun, or, as it translates in English, “simply one hell of a butler.”

But, you ask, “POI, didn’t you define ‘Akuma’ as “the devil/Satan” in your vocab list for Vatican Miracle Examiner?”

Yes, I did. “Akuma” is used for “demon” for many religions, including Hinduism, Buddism, Islam, and Christianity. But the word itself isn’t exclusive to Satan, and often, when that is who is intended, in Japanese we write サタン (Satan) for clarity.

So, no, Akuma doesn’t always mean Satan or even refer to a Christian entity. It doesn’t even refer to an entity that’s “evil” in the sense we think of in English.

It’s simply a generic term for a supernatural creature that is in opposition.

So Sebastian is not Satan, or Lucifer, or even a Christian demon (fallen angel) in canon. He is merely a corrupting influence.

#black butler #黒執事 #sebastian michaelis #akuma #terminology defined #悪魔 #あくま #悪ま #japanese language #japanese culture #poi translation #poi og #getting very tired of people forcing a non Christian work into a Christian framework #100 notes

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writing-fanics · 11 months

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• black butler x reader ideas •

A/n: got sick early in the morning before my trip to Japan, and wasn’t able to go cause I was puking can’t get a refund cause it didn’t fall between 24 hours

[ Ciel Phantomhive ]

goodnight sweet prince

(summary: after hearing ciel having a nightmare, Y/n checks on him and he asks her to stay with him the rest of the night)

call me ciel (rewritten from my quotev)

(summary: y/n a maid is cleaning when Ciel suddenly asks her to dance and tells her to stop calling him young master but ciel)

i don’t want my fiancée dying on me now do

(Summary: Y/n gets severely injured while on the ship and despite being a demon is told to rest) (physical appearance same age as Ciel)

you can’t have her

(summary: Ciel become protective of one of his servants after Alois takes an immediate liking to her)

[ Sebastian Michaelis ]

taking care

(summary:when Sebastian returns home injured after being on the ship it sends his pregnant wife into a frenzy and she is ordered to take care of him by Ciel)

I’m simply one hell of a father

(Summary: y/n is sick and is unable to care for their child, and not trusting the other servants with his child. is forced to wear the infant on his back while he works)

#x reader #fanfic #angst #headcanons #fluff #romance #black butler #black butler x reader #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive x reader

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blackberryshortcake · 6 months

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I Can Get To Hell Much Faster Than You

This is the First and only fic I’ve ever written tell me if I should write more or not

“Corvus” I breathed.

The name rolling off my tounge as though it hadn’t been uttered in the later half of a couple hundred years. I stare at the man before me with watery eyes. Although on the surface one might see a man in his late 20’s or early 30’s with ebony hair and a amber eyes but not me. I see beyond that facade to the daemonium that is lying beneath.

“Fictor” The name falls from his lips as a tear rolls down my cheek.

“Call me (y/n)”

“Then you may call me Sebastian Michaelis, My Lady” he bowed slightly at the end of his sentence.

“Cut the shit” I bite back. “Why are you here of all places?”

His facade drops slightly. If you were naive you would have even thought he was human.

“I’m currently contracted”

“Oh-okay?”

“Fictor what exactly are you doing here?” He asks mater of factly

“I came here on a deal and I-I’m stuck. It’s like they’re something tethering me here…like I’m back to square one.”

“Come with me.” I draw my eyes from the ground to his face searching for some sort of malice yet none is found.

“Okay” something tell me to trust him. I always have trusted him he found me when I was most vulnerable and built me from the ground up. He was actually the one who taut me to trust no one. Snapping back to reality I realize he’s leading us through the busy London street. All the noise and the chatter it’s all to loud it’s like I can everything and everyone.

It’s just all so incredibly loud.

He stop’s suddenly I nearly fell into him. I wanna hear what he’s saying but my ears are ringing at this point. My eyes dart from face to face before landing on the boy he was apparently talking to. He’s looking at me as though he’s waiting for an answer or excepting me to say something. I feel a heavy hand on my shoulder. My eyes dart up to meet Corvus. When did he get behind me?

“Huh?”

“Sebastian do you truely have to waste my time with this stray” gesturing loosely to me.

“Who the fuck you callin’ stray” the words falling from my mouth like a knife hitting a wall.

Corvus’ hand grips my shoulder tighter. The boy seems shocked by my response and so do the mortals passing by us. Whispering their remarks.

“I beg your pardon”

I ignore him and draw my attention back to the creature next to me

“Is this your contract?”

“Yes. Now I suggest we take this conversation off the street. My Lord” he gestures to the carriage that seems to just have appeared although I feel as though I heard it pull up but can’t quite remember. The boy sighs and Corvus helps him in. He then turns to me

“Fictor” he’s says pointedly

I climb inside mentally noting that Corvus chose to sit next to me rather than the boy who was his supposed master. The boy side and leaned his head on his hand.

“So who exactly are you?” The question was jaded

“Fictor, somnia daemonium”

He look did not change as he waited for an answer, Corvus beat me to it.

“My lord she is Dreamer, Dream Demon.”

“Somnia Daemonium” I repeat.

“And how do you know my butler.”

“Is that what you’re pretending to be Corvus?” I ask amused.

“I’ve known him since my beginning” technically not a lie.

“Why do you call him that?” The boy asked.

“Corvus, Corvus Daemonium…Crow, Crovus is crow. He’s not the sharpest tool in the shed is he”

Corvus chuckled

“You jest”

“So is that your real name Sebastian” the boy seemed pleased to know that fact.

“No” he simply stated

I continued “Humans have names we barrow them.”

“Hmmm, what exactly are you doing here with him.” Before answering I look to Corvus almost like asking him for permission to tell. He nods slightly exspression unreadable.

“I was on a deal and I got stuck. I’m stuck.”

“A deal? Like a contract?”

“No his kind have contract, mine don’t.”

“What’s the difference?” He’s skeptical.

“He has a leash. I don’t.”

Corvus knock my knee with his. I grit my teeth in response. I continue “I don’t consume souls.”

“You dont? Then what kind of demon are you?” Amusment in his voice.

“The cosmic kind. I came here on a deal but it’s like something’s tethering me here like I’m back to the beginning.”

“The beginning? Of?”

“Of me. I’m back where I started.”

The carriage jolts and I peak out the window to see a large manor. Corvus exits first, then the ashen hair boy, then me.

“Welcome to the Phantomhive Manor”

Phantomhive where have I heard that name before?

…continuandum…

Ps. A link to Pt. 2

#sebastian michaelis x reader #black butler #x reader #sebastian x reader #sebastian michaelis #ciel phamtonhive

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anonymousewrites · 8 months

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One Hell of a Love (Book 1.5) Chapter Fourteen

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Fourteen: One Hell of a Dress

Summary: Sebastian fights Claude and learns why Claude is interested in (Y/N), and the tension of Sebastian and (Y/N)'s relationship is increasing.

Mouse Note: Just gonna give a quick warning that from here on out Claude is pretty much a giant creep so some things he said might be uncomfortable

The moon hung high and full over the forested lake. Sebastian and Claude stood on the pier, Sebastian looking at Claude as the spider demon looked out over the lake, all facades of politeness abandoned as they faced each other as demons more than as butlers. Without their masters present, they had no need to hide any words or thoughts.

“You are persistent,” said Sebastian. “You continue the pursue the Young Master.” And now (Y/N).

“ ‘Steal Ciel Phantomhive from Sebastian Michaelis,’ ” said Claude. “Those were my Master’s orders.”

“He is my Young Master,” said Sebastian. The mere thought that someone other than me touched the Young Master makes me sick. “You sullied it with your sticky, white spider threads; his soul.”

“Sully…” mused Claude. “The only being I have considered sullying lately is (Y/N).”

Sebastian narrowed his eyes. Claude’s desires included carnal lust. The idea of the spider demon touching (Y/N) inflamed the possessive nature of the raven demon.

Claude continued speaking, far less reserved in his lecherous nature than the respectable Sebastian. “That dress was simply tantalizing. It practically begged for me to tear it off of them to see what lay underneath. And the lipstick, red as blood. The image of them with that red staining their skin lying beneath me in a mess…” He was unable to finish as fantasy overtook him.

Sebastian’s eyes flashed fuchsia. He would not hear of Claude taking (Y/N), sullying (Y/N) in any manner of the words. If Sebastian had his way, he’d cut off Claude’s hand and send him straight back to hell for even considering the idea of bedding (Y/N).

“They are not yours. You would do well to remember that,” said Sebastian, a dark threat lacing the words.

“No, not yet…But they will be. I have a talent for getting what I want, and gaining a—well, servant is a tame word, but it will do—gaining a servant is something I’ve desired for millennia.” Claude’s gaze was predatory as he fantasized over (Y/N). “I wanted the best, and here they are delivered to me.”

“I will not allow you to have them,” said Sebastian, leaping at Claude.

He struck, and Claude dodged behind him. They jumped into the air, kicking, punching, and blocking with demonic skill.

“You sought my Master’s soul, but you needed the body. Now you seek (Y/N), too.” Sebastian narrowed his eyes, landing on the water of the lake lightly. “I will not let you have them.”

“And yet they will be mine,” said Claude.

He kicked the water, and a column of water flew towards Sebastian.

“They will not,” said Sebastian.

He kicked the water, and a similar column collided with the first. The collision splashed water over Sebastian and Claude, and they were plunged underwater for a moment. The surface of the lake calmed.

Sebastian stood from the water, eyes narrowed. “I raised Ciel’s soul.”

Claude emerged from the water, and he pulled Sebastian to him by the neck, looking over his shoulder at Sebastian. “You want a soul that’s found its revenge. You are so attached that you’re willing to find Ciel’s revenge a second time.”

“My Young Master’s soul is worth it,” said Sebastian. “I simply need someone to take revenge on.”

“Yes. Only a complete Ciel Phantomhive is worthy of being stolen,” agreed Claude. “That is what will please my own Master.”

“Then we are in agreement?” said Sebastian, looking at Claude, still leering over him.

“In regards to Ciel Phantomhive,” said Claude. They could come to a deal with Ciel. Claude’s grip on Sebastian’s neck tightened. “But (Y/N)…I have longed to see the human-born demon broken down as mine for too many millennia to give up now. And they are no soul. They do not need to be complete; they are sublime already. I knew from the moment I saw them that I wanted them to be mine. I would take that human-born demon reeking of life and a full soul, and I would break them to serve me like a good little apprentice.”

Sebastian’s eyes flashed fuchsia. “(Y/N) is not yours. I will not allow you to take them.”

Claude’s hand traced over Sebastian’s front. “Interesting. You are quite possessive of them yourself.” His golden eyes met Sebastian’s scarlet. “I wonder, did you intend to groom Felis to be yours from the beginning, or was your attachment an accident when you stole Felis from me to mentor?”

Sebastian’s eyes narrowed as he made the connection. Claude, Aranea, had been called upon to mentor a younger demon at the same time Sebastian had. Aranea had mentioned that some of the newly formed demons were “simply…delicious.” Claude had sought to manipulate (Y/N) as a young demon, but Sebastian had chosen them instead.

Equally important, Claude could tell Sebastian was attached to (Y/N). Perhaps due to his own obsession he was unable to see that love was Sebastian’s true feeling for (Y/N), but Claude could see the attachment, and that meant he would use that to his advantage over Sebastian.

“Felis is a powerful demon,” said Sebastian simply, pushing away from Claude and facing him. “No one will ever own them.”

“We shall see.” Claude put his glasses back on neatly.

“How about a deal?” said Sebastian. He didn’t want Claude to have a chance to get to (Y/N).

“I have already acquiesced to a deal for Ciel Phantomhive’s soul in accordance my Master’s orders,” said Claude. “But (Y/N) is a personal interest. You cannot protect them.”

No deal for them. Claude would be hunting them. Sebastian’s eyes narrowed. How he would enjoy tearing Claude apart as soon as he was unnecessary.

(Y/N) relaxed as people danced calmly once more in the ballroom. It seemed now that Alois himself had arrived, the only drama he intended on creating was dancing with Elizabeth before Ciel could. Their eyes narrowed as Sebastian and Claude reentered the ballroom. Each butler had a dark rose pinned to their suit—a blood pact. (Y/N) would have to ask Sebastian what the terms were. It was likely to do with Ciel if Sebastian would create a deal with the likes of Claude.

They watched and listened with their advanced hearing as Sebastian handed a stack of papers to Ciel. The Earl read them and clutched them tightly. He glared at Alois across the ballroom with equal intensity to when he had wanted Ash-Angela killed. It was vengeful.

Aha.

Claude and Sebastian both wanted Ciel’s soul complete for themselves. The Trancy family was now the target for Ciel’s revenge. That was the deal.

(Y/N)’s nose twitched. It felt far too risky to use Claude’s Master as the target. It meant that Claude would be around Ciel, and (Y/N) didn’t trust him at all.

“Excuse me.” Speak of the, quite literal, demon.

(Y/N) turned to find Claude standing behind them. Golden eyes met (E/C). “Yes?” said (Y/N), words on the edge of polite and sharp.

Claude extended a hand. “I would like to invite you to dance.”

(Y/N)’s nose twitched. He was trying to trap them in propriety and make them accept to keep the good reputation of the Phantomhive Household. “Isn’t your Lord in need of your service?” Two could play at that game.

“He ordered me to enjoy myself at the ball,” said Claude. He smiled, and any human would see it as pleasing, but (Y/N) could see the lecherous nature hidden within. His eyes flitted over their body, clinging to each exposed piece of skin hungrily.

(Y/N) narrowed their eyes. Trapped by human propriety. How infuriating. (Y/N)’s eyes were dark with annoyance and promise of murder if Claude tried anything. Unfortunately, they had to raise their hand to take his.

“Apologies, but they have a partner for this dance.”

Sebastian’s hand took (Y/N)’s before Claude could touch them. He smiled pleasantly, but his eyes revealed his true feelings towards Claude as he stepped away and drew (Y/N) with him. Claude’s gaze hardened at being interrupted.

“Yes, I do,” said (Y/N), smirking as Claude’s plans were impeded.

The pair turned away from the spider demon and moved onto the dancefloor as the music started up. Sebastian’s eyes met Claude’s over (Y/N)’s shoulder, and the hand on their waist pulled them closer.

“So, you made a deal with him,” said (Y/N) plainly.

“Yes,” said Sebastian. “You noticed the Young Lord.”

(Y/N) nodded. “Dealing with the Trancys is a risk. We’ll have to keep an eye on them.”

“Of course,” said Sebastian. His hand smoothed over their waist, tracing over their figure. Claude’s words about them echoed in his mind, and he wanted to destroy even the fantasy touch of Claude on (Y/N)’s skin. “We both will.”

At the edge of the room, Claude watched Sebastian dance with (Y/N), clearly showing him that (Y/N) was not available to him. Claude would not be dissuaded, though. Something as simple as Sebastian desiring (Y/N) was nothing. It was a simple obstacle for Claude to overcome. He had wanted them for so long, he could plan to wait a little longer. Claude would have everything he had fantasized about.

Claude wanted to break them, mold them into a demon to serve him. He remembered when they first appeared in Hell, life and ambition and a purely satisfied soul still clinging to them like a tantalizing perfume. He wanted to take that power and mold it to his desires. He wanted to own (Y/N), force all that power to its knees before him.

Claude licked his lips. He wanted them. (Y/N) would satisfy his every desire, body and non-existent soul.

Sebastian bowed to Ciel before leaving the Earl to his rest. It had been difficult to get Ciel to sleep, especially after the boy learned that Alois was the subject of his revenge (at least, that was the new story to get his soul to be complete). However, Sebastian had convinced him that revenge could be dealt with the following day when Alois wasn’t expecting it as much and Ciel had some time to plan.

Now, Sebastian walked through the halls to the servants’ quarters. He paused before (Y/N)’s room. He resisted but a moment before he knocked.

(Y/N) opened the door, and Sebastian’s thoughts stopped. Their gloves were gone, and their hair was undone, but that sinful dress still clung to their body, and that blood red still painted their lips.

All of Sebastian’s fantasies returned to him. He pushed into the room, slamming the door shut behind him. (Y/N) back up and sat on their bed as he approached. Sebastian leaned over them, eyes dark as one hand landed on the bed beside them, the other on their knee.

“Sebastian?” (Y/N) raised an eyebrow, confused but unafraid of his movements. They trusted him not to hurt them.

Sebastian could have grinned at the trust (Y/N) had in him. But his thoughts…they weren’t exactly innocent. No, he wasn’t considering hurting them, but he was considering everything else. Sebastian’s hand moved up their knee, onto their thigh. It was just like his fantasies. Just slide up a bit farther, show them what they mean to me, show them they are temptation itself, show them they are the sin of lust incarnate that I wish to partake in.

“Do you know how much you tempt those around you?” murmured Sebastian, making eye contact with (Y/N).

“Isn’t that what you taught me?” (Y/N) cocked their head and raised an eyebrow. “Draw humans in with their desires?”

Sebastian’s mind flashed at the mention of desires. His hand slid up the slit of their dress, nearing the lacing at the top. “The problem is not humans.” Sebastian raised his hand, and his thumb traced over their bottom lip. Blood red lipstick was left on his pale thumb, and the image of that color patterning his skin (his neck, his chest, lower) flitted through his head.

(Y/N)’s breath caught as their own thoughts ran away from them. Sebastian leaned over them. If he just moved a little closer, his lips could be on theirs. Dear Satan, they wanted him to lean closer (to kiss them, to hold them, to touch, to take off their dress and show them if they tempted him).

“What is the problem, then?” they said, eyes lidded as they glanced at his lips and then his eyes.

“The problem is demons,” said Sebastian. Claude’s fantasies flitted into his mind. His eyes darkened at the image of Claude touching (Y/N).

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow. “Demons?”

Sebastian’s eyes flicked to their lips. “I don’t want demons to be tempted by you.”

“You don’t want them to be?” (Y/N) leaned forward.

“No. You are my friend. You are…dear to me,” said Sebastian. His eyes returned to meet their gaze. “And I don’t take kindly to other demons thinking they can have you.”

“Ah. Claude.” (Y/N) read his mind, knowing his tells far more than Sebastian realized.

Sebastian nearly growled at the mention of the demon. “He will not have you.”

“I wouldn’t want him to.” (Y/N) reached up and covered Sebastian’s hand on their face with their own. “I do not want him.” Not when I want you.

(Y/N)’s touch was too soft, too gentle when Sebastian’s head thrummed with thoughts of lust. Sebastian straightened and looked down at them as they sat on their bed.

“Good. Good,” said Sebastian. And before any more thoughts could flood through him, he turned and left (Y/N)’s bedroom.

Until Claude was unable to even think of coming near (Y/N), he was going to remain on edge. Not when another demon thought he could take them from Sebastian.

Inside their room, (Y/N)’s hand raised to their lips where he had traced them. They had been so close to getting what they wanted. Was it just his annoyance at Claude or was Sebastian really tempted? (Y/N) hoped it was the second.

After all, they had dressed up just for him—just for him to hopefully undress them.

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Sebastian And Barbatos Meet

No Pairing

Characters involved Barbatos, Diavolo, Sebastian and Ciel

Word Count: 711

Requested: Anon

Request: Hello, could you do a one shot where perhaps barbatos (obey me) and sebastion (black butler) meet? with like diavolo and ciel there too 😅 hope you don’t mind the request !

Barbatos had been keeping an eye on Sebastian's location since he had left Devildom, he was aware that he had made a contract and was carrying them out however he had not expected it to take as long as it had and now that he was coming back he worried that there was something wrong especially since he was bring back the human that he was supposed to have made a deal with.

He had no intention of meeting with Sebastian but this gave him no choice, he had heard of Sebastian before but had never met him in person, he was one of the more tricker demons who didn’t deal with the prince very often.

Batbatos stood next to Diavolo as they looked down at the returning demon and what looked like his new toy “Sebastian Michaelis is the name I believe he is going by at the moment. The other one I do not know is not from Devildom.” Barbatos said as Diavolo leaned forward and smiled down at both the visiting subjects. “How can I help you?” Diavolo asked, Sebastian was the one to step forward and bow to him. “I ask that you give asylum to this new demon.” Sebastian said, Diavolo looked at the child that Sebastian had brought with him. “Where do you come from?” He asked. “London.” The child answered. “Your name?” Diavolo asked, the child almost looked like he wanted to defy the prince but instead he spoke. “Ciel Phantomhive.” He answered. “You take pride in your name.” Diavolo smiled down at him “you were important in the human world?” “Hm.” Ciel hummed “you knew the whole time.” “There is very little that Barbatos can not tell me… And Sebastian left us a long time ago on the guise of completing a contract.” Diavolo explained “I do not expect my subjects to tell me where they are going but in order for you to stay I need to know that you will not be a threat to my people or my kingdom.” “Because I was human?” Ciel asked. “What you are is not the problem… We have a human exchange student here now, what I want to know is why it has taken so long for you both to come back.” Diavolo leaned forward on his throne as Barbatos stepped forward to the perfect position to protect his prince if he needed to, he wasn’t completely ignorant to Sebastian moving to half cover the child too. “What role did you play to him?” Barbatos asked his eyes trained Sebastian who smirked at him. “I was simply one hell of a butler.” He answered. “Sebastian, there is no need to taunt.” Ciel spoke. “Of course not young master.” He turned and bowed his hand resting on his chest. “He was turned into a demon while our contract was still active and as it stands one half of the contract can not be fulfilled.” Sebastian explained. “And so you serve him for the rest of your eternal life?” Barbatos asked. “At least it was not the life I chose.” Sebastian smirked, Barbatos’ tail flicked behind him as he glared down at the taunting demon. “Calm down Barbatos.” Diavolo laughed. “They’ll be do harm here.” “I don’t mean to question you, my prince.” Barbatos started. “But you will.” The prince smiled kind heartedly. “How do you know they can be trusted?” Barbatos asked his eyes, catching Sebastian that glowed a red. “I don’t but if the action calls for it I will deal with them myself, for now enroll the child in RAD classes preferably with the exchange students.” Diavolo ordered. “Of course my prince.” Barbatos bowed. “But know this… If you are here for any other reason than you’ve told me today, I will deal with you personally.” Diavolo explained. “Of course my lord.” Sebastian smirked, Barbatos didn’t like him but he had done nothing to warrant the distrust as of yet, he’d have a lot to learn. He had been gone for a long time with both angels and humans traversing Devildom, Sebastian’s status would not be the same and he could not wait for him to find that out after all he had yet to meet the Demon Brothers and their contracted human.

Sebastian Meets The Demon Brothers

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abybweisse · 1 year

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Why is it that Sebastian seems to somehow be in control when dealing with Our Ciel, but appears to be dumbfounded when dealing with BD Real Ciel? Has something changed within this demon butler? Where is Sebastian's sneakiness, and underhanded cleverness?

The best I can tell is because Sebastian is bound to our earl in that contract, which has some wiggle room for him... and even though there's some novelty about this contract, it's not his first. He knows the loopholes in the contract and can act accordingly. And he knows what makes his young master tick.

But he's still trying to process exactly how real Ciel even functions as well as he does. He ate real Ciel's soul, but that doesn't seem to bond them together. Not like that, anyway. He's honestly confused.

He has no control over anyone who is soulless. I don't think he can comprehend their thought processes and might not be able to anticipate their moves or choices too well, because of that. Hell, he can't even tell a bizarre doll is in the same room, let alone anywhere within the vicinity, without actually seeing them. That's why he couldn't detect Arden and his friends at Weston when he used demon senses to search for them, felt weirded out when he touched Agares' hand, and couldn't locate any of the star lords at Sphere Music Hall -- they were probably simply hiding just out of sight.

This is a major learning experience for the demon. This is completely outside the purview of his knowledge. It's new to him... and kind of scary.

I should think it worries him also because he must now question what he's said in the past about not being able to get back what was lost.

Of course, what has returned isn't quite the real Ciel that our earl once knew and cherished. It's a nightmarish approximation. Merely a physical manifestation, literally without soul. But the physical manifestation still evokes deep emotions.

So, the demon finds himself in the weeds on this one. How do you handle a reanimated corpse that's "chock full of episodes"? Can you just cut it down in front of its loved ones? Our earl doesn't accept this bizarre doll of his brother as "his brother returned", but I don't think he would handle it well if Sebastian just went over and crushed real Ciel's head. He has to let his young master decide how to handle the situation.

I still anticipate their final confrontation to be more emotional than physical, between the twins. Maybe real Ciel will be more physically aggressive than our earl. And for Sebastian to be somehow barred from intervening on his young master's behalf... much like how Lucas didn't want to harm his dead and reanimated older mirror twin, Claus... and how Boney couldn't protect or fight on Lucas' behalf... during the twins' final confrontation in Mother3.

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hobbit-in-kuroshitsuji · 1 year

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Kuroshitcember 2022 Prompt Nr. 1

Prompt: Sebastian delivers a letter to his master

You can find all prompts here!

All of these will be uploaded/archived to this blog's Ao3 eventually

Summary: Sebastian delivers a letter and "afternoon sweets" to his young master begrudgingly. His mummy instincts kick in without the demon being aware of it. CW: none! aside from the fact that this is a first draft, sorry for any mistakes... oh and, avoid if you don't like dad/mum-Sebastian I suppose? I may or may not have hinted at a story I'm working on within this, and I may or may not have strayed from the prompt A LOT whilst writing this adkjehaj once I start writing mumbastian I can't stop

With a knock and a smile displayed on his human lips, Sebastian entered the young master’s office. In his hands, the butler held a tray holding a letter, and delicious sweets for his master’s requested… “afternoon sweets”.

That was not a genuine thing nobles had.

But Ciel was also still a child.

The demon’s aesthetic – one hell of a butler - required Sebastian to uphold any requests the young master had, even if those requests came at a stupendously ignorant timing such as two hours before dinner.

His young master never specified that day, though, what snacks he wanted. The routine of getting a nice, sugary snack had become such a regular occurrence that Ciel had gotten lazy with specifying the order. However, Sebastian knew if he entered with fruit, Ciel wouldn’t take it. He’d probably throw it at Sebastian, in all honesty. So…

He’d coated the fruit with a layer of dark, bitter chocolate to make it look like sweets.

It was partly healthy, and wouldn’t ruin the young master’s appetite for later.

“Your afternoon snack, my lord.”

Ciel was sat at his desk, feet up on the table, staring up at the chandelier which Sebastian kept completely dust free. He was bored, finished with work early – as usual.

“What is it?” Ciel asked in a monotone voice.

Sebastian was a demon. Lying came easy to him. But he had promised the young master never to lie to him… “An assortment of sweet goods, my lord. Shaped like fruit.” Technically, that wasn’t a lie. He had chosen grapes, strawberries, cherries – those were sweet fruits. And… well, they were shaped like fruit.

Of course, he could have simply said it was fondue, but grapes weren’t used for fondue… and… the mansion didn’t have a lot of fruit…

That was the young master’s doing.

“That… is new.” No longer bored, Ciel lowered his gaze to glance at the tray Sebastian moved over onto his desk. “They…” Ciel stared down at the “sweets”, seemingly breathless all of a sudden.

“Master?” Sebastian asked with a quirked brow.

“My mother used to bring me these. Although, with her, they were always real fruits underneath.” A small, sad smile appeared on Ciel’s lips. “She didn’t like me snacking on unhealthy things.” He grabbed one of the strawberries, unaware of Sebastian watching with intense eyes. The implication of Sebastian having done the same- no, Sebastian ignored it.

This boy was such a bother… Never before had a contract made Sebastian question his own internal chemistry, also known as emotions.

Ugh.

“How very darling of your mother. Perhaps she didn’t wish you to snack before dinner and ruin your appetite,” Sebastian voiced with an innocent smile, despite the sass present in his voice.

Ciel glared and dropped the fruit. “Whatever.”

“We also received a letter, sir.” With a slight bow, Sebastian offered the letter to Ciel. The bored boy took it and started opening it with a letter opener, leaning back into his chair again.

Silence ensued within the office as Ciel read the letter: “Who is Trancy?”

“I have no idea, my lord,” Sebastian offered with a genuine tone to his voice. “Although the name does ring a bell…”

“Well, we’re invited to a yule ball.” With an annoyed sigh, Ciel flicked the letter to the side. It dangled down to the floor where it stayed until Mey-Rin would clean the office.

Taking the hint that his young master was not going to attend the ball, Sebastian prepared the tray to leave again and continue supervising Bard – or rather, taking over when Bard inevitably screwed up.

“Dinner will be ready in two hours,” Sebastian said with a bow of his head to leave.

Ciel waved him off, not glancing his way as he focused his sudden eager gaze onto the sweets – much more interesting to him than a noble’s festivities. “Thank you, mother-“

Both demon and boy stopped in their tracks, wide eyes staring at each other in shock.

“I-“ Shocked, Ciel opted to glare and slam his hand down onto his desk. “You didn’t hear that.”

“Very well, master,” Sebastian offered with an attempt at a neutral look on his face.

Huh…

“Now leave. I don’t want to see you until dinner.” There was an evident blush on Ciel’s cheeks which Sebastian had learned a long time ago meant humans were embarrassed. He could smell it too along with Ciel’s temperature rising as an embarrassed sweat broke out.

Not saying anything else, Sebastian ignored it – along with his own thoughts and feelings.

How obnoxious. A demon mother would never feed their spawn fruit coated in chocolate. If their spawn didn’t feed at what was offered, they were left to die.

Offended, Sebastian closed the door just in time for Ciel to bite into one of the “sweets” and realise –

“SEBASTIAN!”

Smirking, Sebastian left. The young master had said, after all, that he didn’t want to see him again until dinner.

He would have to eat what was offered by Sebastian if he was hungry.

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eemoo1o-animoo · 1 year

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Kuroshitcember Prompt List:

(2022 edition)

Kuroshit name, I know. But, I’m making this a thing! Reblog if you’re using it, and feel free to send me the results!

Happy Kurostmas everyone, and other merry tidings.

Thursday, the 1st of December; — Sebastian delivers a letter to his master.

Friday, the 2nd of December; — Grelle smiles at Will everyday when he comes into work. Why? How does she feel when he ignores her? Does he ignore her? How does he react?

Saturday, the 3rd of December; — Agni stands by his prince in absolute silence. Why? What is he thinking about? How does he feel? How long has he been doing this for?

Sunday, the 4th of December; — Pick a male character and dress them up in drag! Ciel doesn’t count. Why are they in drag? Do they like it? How do people react? Is this a regular occurrence? What happens next?

Monday, the 5th of December; — Fast forward a century or so, and the Grim Reaper Dispatch’s collection system has switched to AI and other complex technologies. How good are the grim reapers at this? How do they feel about it?

Tuesday, the 6th of December; — Caskets and coffins, colds and collectibles. Write something about the Undertaker and his fresh clients of winter deaths!

Wednesday, the 7th of December; — Demons don’t usually sleep. So, how do they dream?

Thursday, the 8th of December; — Pick two characters and swap their species! What does this do? Is demon Will just another version of Claude? Is human Sebastian any different to how he is now?

Friday, the 9th of December; — Listen to Stolas Sings by Sam Haft. What do you think this could represent?

Saturday, the 10th of December; — Paperwork that Will asked for gets handed in late. What happens?

Sunday, the 11th of December; — Finny writes a letter to St. Nicholas. What does he write?

Monday, the 12th of December; — As Christmas draws near, so does the cold, which plays hell with Tanaka’s old bones.

Tuesday, the 13th of December; — Ronald Knox’s wristwatch breaks. One of the other reapers gives him a gift to replace it while it’s in repairs.

Wednesday, the 14th of December; — Ciel’s birthday. What happens? How does he feel?

Thursday, the 15th of December; — A day in the life of a Trancy servant.

Friday, the 16th of December; — Rice cakes. That’s it. That’s the prompt.

Saturday, the 17th of December; — Eric Slingby reminisces about his domestic life with Alan Humphries. What does this entail?

Sunday, the 18th of December; — Listen to Bloody Mary by Lady Gaga. What do you think this could represent?

Monday, the 19th of December; — The Undertaker used to be allied to the Phantomhives. Why was that? How does he feel now that he’s no longer affiliated with them? What was his relationships like with Cloudia and Vincent like, respectively, perhaps in contrast to the one that he now has with Ciel?

Tuesday, the 20th of December; — Grelle Sutcliff and Madame Red are just after meeting. What happens? What do they talk about?

Wednesday, the 21st of December; — Mey-Rin sits down with Bard over a packet of smokes. What do they do? What do they talk about? Is it romantic or completely platonic?

Thursday, the 22nd of December; — “[She/He/They/It] prowl(s) around London with [her/his/their/its] [claws/weapon] dragging along the wet ground, waiting until […].”

Friday, the 23rd of December; — Sebastian thinks about his life before his contract with Ciel.

Saturday, the 24th of December; — Sebastian (and, more optionally, the servants) prepares the manor for the young master for Christmas Day.

Sunday, the 25th of December; — Sebastian bears an awful resemblance to someone held near. Pick a character and let them realise this!

Monday, the 26th of December; — “And then he was all like, ‘I am simply one hell of a butler’. Ugh! I hate that guy.”

Tuesday, the 27th of December; — William T. Spears is just after laughing. Why? How? What has just happened to cause such a cosmical event?

Wednesday, the 28th of December; — “Tanaka looks to Sebastian and Ciel. All he truly sees in front of him is a monster.”

Thursday, the 29th of December; — The Undertaker and [Ciel/Sebastian/one of the reapers] sit down and have a chat during dire times. Why? What do they talk about? Is it an argument? If so, who’s winning?

Friday, the 30th of December; — The Grim Reapers prepare the office for a New Years’ Eve party. Why? What happens?

Saturday, the 31st of December; — Sebastian takes his final bow as the final curtain call nears on Ciel’s life.

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onikiribattousai · 1 year

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How I think of Black Butler ending:

After defeating Undertaker, Sebastian and Our!Ciel where on some place far away, and O!Ciel wanted his death as painful as was he has gone through. Then, after Sebastian devoured his master's soul, he probably felt so deligthed as he finally achieved his goal, but he felt so lonely and start to mourn him, and probably the first tine he felt human emotion which I imagined him crying for the first time and he probably confused why a demon like him crying and he can't stop the tears from falling, he also gone through the five stages of grief which is impossible since he is a demon, but soon he will accept the fact that he is immortal and humans don't live longer like he is.

Cue to time skip, set place in modern time. He probably still dressed up as a butler but he has a new contractor which probably either reincarnated version of Our!Ciel or someone who was related to the Phantomhive, and the chapter ended with his famous cathcphrase "I'm simply one hell of a butler."

//this is my opinion by the way.

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4. Dodge

This story is part of a fictober series. For more information, click here.

- On the boat back from Wolfschlucht to England - Sullivan looked over the railing of the main deck, watching mainland EUrope shrink smaller with the second. She couldn’t say that she was feeling homesick, but the idea of going to a foreign country without knowing too much was a little frightening. Still, she knew to be brave. It’s a promise she made to herself and Ciel Phantomhive after all. Speaking of the devil… “Lady Sullivan, there you are.” Ciel Phantomhive entered the deck with his butler Sebastian in tow. “I asked Finnian to put me down here after Wolf needed some rest,” Sullivan answered. “I’m glad he’s feeling better. How are you enjoying the boat trip so far?” Sebastian excused himself to go and make afternoon tea as Sullivan replied. “I’ve never traveled this far before. It’s exciting but also a little scary.” They both stared at the water. “I’m sure you’ll love London. It’s always bustling with new things to discover,” Ciel said. Sullivan smiled. “No doubt about it.” After a pause, she continued. “Say, lord Phantomhive? There is something I wondered…” Ciel looked at her in anticipation while she struggled to find the words. “I.. Uh.. I told Sebastian that I would drop prying for it while you were ill, but my curiosity won’t let it be. Are you… Is Sebastian… A demon?” Before Ciel could begin to stutter, Sebastian re-entered with the afternoon tea. “S-Sebastian, tell us, what are you serving today?” Ciel asked, not quite able to hide the trembling in his voice. Sebastian looked a little surprised. His master never showed particular interest in the layout of the afternoon tea. Nevertheless, he started explaining. “This afternoon’s tea consists of a refreshing blend of Darjeeling which also counters the effects of seasickness.” “Oh my how interesting,” Ciel said as Sebastian began pouring the tea. “Lady Sullivan, do you have any questions about the tea?” The little lady looked at Ciel in confusion. “no, but I would like to-” Before she could finish, Ciel cut in again. “Pastries! Sebastian, What are you serving along with the tea?” Sebastian looked from a flustered young master to a confused master Sullivan. “We have macaroons in the flavours vanilla, strawberry, pistachio, chocolate and caramel.” “Hmmmm, I’ll take the caramel. How about you, lady Sullivan?” Ciel urged Sebastian to hold out the plate to Sullivan, who was becoming a little agitated. “I’m not hungry, but-” “Not hungry? Then you must be seasick, take a sip of the tea, you’ll feel better!” Ciel hastily interrupted her, taking a big gulp from his own cup. Sullivan became annoyed. “I just want an answer to my question!” Ciel choked on his sip. Gasping for air, he tried to change the subject again. “Gosh that is hot. Better wait a little longer before drinking, lady Sullivan.” Sullivan now reacted angrily. “Cut it out lord Phantomhive! If you won’t answer me, I’ll ask Sebastian directly!” She turned to Sebastian. “Sebastian, are you a demon or not?” Ciel tried to get her attention back to him again, but was silenced with a finger from his butler. “Now, now young master, where are your manners? It’s rude to keep interrupting a lady…” Then, he turned to master Sullivan with a smile. “The answer is: I’m simply one hell of a butler..”

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AU: 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓

STORY: INTRODUCTION. Sebastian Michaels is a unique individual, the result of a rare encounter between a human and a demon from a distant realm in ancient times. Born and raised in Fontaine, the nation governed by the Hydro Archon, the God of Justice, Sebastian's life took an extraordinary path as he became a skilled butler to the prestigious Phantomhive family.

With a long life spanning 500 years, Sebastian's experiences have honed his skills to absolute perfection, making him a master of his profession. His exceptional reputation in Fontaine is a testament to his unwavering dedication and loyalty, as he continues to serve the Phantomhive family across numerous generations.

CHARACTER STORY: I. As Sebastian Michaels excels in his profession, rumors and questions abound among the citizens of Fontaine. They marvel at his youthful appearance, his unparalleled abilities, and his enigmatic nature. However, Sebastian has successfully concealed the truth of his half-demon heritage and the source of his longevity, ensuring that only the family he serves is privy to the secret that allows him to live for centuries.

The rumors whispered throughout the city often miss the mark, weaving tales that are far from reality but hinting at something more than mere humanity. Over time, many have come to believe that Sebastian is not truly human, an assumption that holds more truth than they realize. After all, when one remains in the presence of regular humans for centuries, serving the same family generation after generation, it is inevitable to garner a reputation that transcends one's chosen profession. People notice, people question.

If you dare to ask Sebastian about his origins or the extraordinary feats he accomplishes, he will meet your inquiry with a knowing look and an amused grin. It is not the first time he has been asked such questions, and he responds with his characteristic wit, simply stating that he is nothing less than "One hell of a butler."

CHARACTER STORY: II. Sebastian Michaels was born and raised in the middle-class district of Fontaine's capital, 500 years ago, during the height of the cataclysm. In those challenging times, the weight of tragic events seemed to burden his mother more than anyone else he knew. Despite their relatively good terms during his childhood, Sebastian could not recall a single moment of seeing his mother in a cheerful mood. Her smiles were scarce, and when they did appear, they were seldom directed at him. It was as if she fulfilled her role as a mother out of necessity, with an air of reluctance and a sense of having no other choice.

Yet, despite her distant demeanor, Sebastian could never bring himself to resent her. Nor could he find it in himself to love her deeply. He recognized that she provided for him, ensuring he had a roof over his head, an education, and enough food to eat. In his mind, these were the basic necessities one needed to survive. He questioned whether he was expected to ask for more, or if what he received was all that a mother could provide.

CHARACTER STORY: III. Long ago, when Teyvat was a realm roamed by gods and monstrous creatures, a significant upheaval occurred with the opening of seven seats at Celestia. These seven seats granted permission for gods to ascend and become Archons, ushering in an era of war that lasted for at least a millennium. In their bid to protect their territories and expand their dominion, gods clashed, and many met their demise in the process. Some were reborn, while others' anger lingered, manifesting as hellish creatures known as demons.

As the war raged on, the victorious seven gods claimed their seats as Archons, while those who failed met various fates - some were killed, others sealed away, and some fled to lands beyond Teyvat's borders. The consequences of killing a god were not without repercussions, and the remnants of their anger continued to haunt the world in the form of demons.

While Teyvat had its share of these malevolent beings, it was not the only realm that harbored them. The existence of other worlds and realms outside Teyvat's boundaries, though not common knowledge, was undeniable. Whether the events of the cataclysm were connected to the emergence of a particular demon in the world of Teyvat remains uncertain. Nevertheless, this demon managed to form a contract with a young woman from Fontaine. The contents and nature of this enigmatic contract have remained shrouded in mystery to this day.

CHARACTER STORY: IV. From a tender age, Sebastian felt a sense of detachment, as if he didn't quite belong. Odd occurrences plagued his childhood, baffling him and those around him. Sleep rarely brought true rest, and despite his seeming lack of fatigue, he was often left with a lingering emptiness, an insatiable hunger that no amount of food could satisfy. It was as though something essential was missing, and this feeling persisted throughout his life.

Even his mother appeared to recognize the peculiar nature of her son's existence. When intense fits of anger and inexplicable tantrums overtook Sebastian, his mother would instinctively lead him to the kitchen. In those moments of turmoil, plates, glasses, family heirlooms, and even living beings became the targets of his unfathomable outbursts. With ease, he could upend the dining table and hurl it out of the window.

The lack of understanding as to why he acted out only exacerbated Sebastian's anger and frustrations. However, a curious remedy emerged - whenever his mother offered him a freshly cooked Mince Meat Pie, something within him seemed to calm. The act of eating the pie brought a semblance of peace, dulling the hunger and anger, yet leaving him not fully satisfied. This enigmatic pattern left Sebastian pondering: What was he truly missing?

CHARACTER STORY: V. In the present day, Sebastian Michaels' role as the butler for the Phantomhive family he serves extends far beyond mere household tasks. He assumes the mantle of the family's loyal guard dog and devoted servant, a role hidden from the prying eyes of the world. This clandestine duty involves safeguarding the family's reputation and eliminating any threats that could harm them in any way. Only the family and their closest allies are privy to this side of Sebastian's responsibilities, as he must maintain the appearance of a refined and impeccable butler in the public eye.

Operating in the shadows, Sebastian's mastery in agility, stealth, and manipulation allows him to eliminate adversaries without leaving a trace of evidence. In the land of the God of Justice, where reputation holds great significance, this ability is vital. His hands, metaphorically speaking, appear as clean and spotless as the pristine fabric of his gloves. These secret missions become a source of satisfaction for Sebastian, offering a release for the anger and frustration stemming from his unquenchable hunger, which normal human food fails to satisfy.

Indeed, the prospect of orchestrating a bloodbath without getting caught, and leaving no evidence behind, amplifies Sebastian's ego. It becomes a preferred outlet for dealing with the seemingly endless hunger that plagues him. The question arises: Why would someone like him go to such great lengths to protect the well-being and reputation of a family without seemingly gaining anything tangible in return?

STORY: EMILY THE XXXIII. Sebastian's most cherished possession is Emily XXXIII, a pitch-black cat with bright yellow eyes. She is the 33rd cat in a lineage of well-groomed and cared-for felines that can be traced back for approximately 480 years. Felines hold an exceptionally special place in Sebastian's heart, being his absolute favorite type of pet. He finds their very existence to be among the few pure and good things in the world, leading him to welcome them into his life 33 times over during his long existence.

To the untrained eye, Emily might appear similar to any other black cat, but Sebastian's keen observations reveal her unique qualities. Having memorized the appearance and behavior of every feline he has owned, he can distinguish the subtleties that set each one apart.

Emily is a devoted companion, following Sebastian wherever he goes and keeping him company on his off-duty hours. It is a rare sight to see the butler without his feline friend by his side. In return for her loyalty and affection, Sebastian showers Emily with boundless love and care, making her one of the most pampered pets in all of Teyvat. Treats of the finest fish dishes are her reward, and she thrives under the affectionate attention bestowed upon her by the doting butler.

STORY: VISION. On his 18th birthday, Sebastian's world is turned upside down as his mother goes missing. Concerned for her well-being, he embarks on a search to find her, delving into the mysterious circumstances surrounding her disappearance. Eventually, he stumbles upon her, engaged in a deep conversation with an entity that is clearly not human. To his shock, he learns that this otherworldly being is his father, a demon from a realm beyond Teyvat. It becomes apparent that his mother had made a contract with this demon, which led to Sebastian's existence as a half-demon.

In the course of their conversation, the truth unfolds, revealing the reason behind his mother's distant demeanor and lack of affection. She had no choice but to take him under her wing as part of the contract with the demon. The revelation leaves Sebastian torn between anger at his mother's seemingly reluctant love and excitement at finally understanding the true nature of his existence.

As the conversation reaches a crucial point, and just before the demon reveals his true intentions for the contract, impatience gets the better of him. The demon attempts to claim what is rightfully his - her soul. In desperation, Sebastian's mother turns to him for help, appealing to the remnants of their once-close relationship. However, the mixture of anger towards her and the overwhelming excitement of discovering his true identity lead him to withhold his assistance. He decides to watch and observe, curious to see what the demon will do.

In a heartbreaking moment, Sebastian witnesses the demon devour his mother's soul, unleashing a flood of emotions within him. Anguish, anger, and a newfound sense of determination surge through his being. Yet, amidst the turmoil, he experiences a profound sense of belonging and purpose he had never felt before. The realization that he is a half-demon brings clarity and a newfound sense of identity. He embraces his heritage, determined to find his place in the world and forge a path that is uniquely his.

In the aftermath of this life-changing encounter, Sebastian finds himself clutching a shiny red gem - an awakened Pyro Vision. The Vision represents not only his fiery elemental power but also the culmination of his self-discovery and acceptance. From that moment on, he sets forth as a half-demon, half-human, navigating the world of Teyvat with a newfound sense of purpose.

#v: AU. ／ 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞 * genshin impact

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eemoo1o · 2 years

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Vanel: No, wait, come back! Work for me! Be my bodyguard and I will pay you ten times what he does. All right then, twenty times! You can have all the liquor and women you want, too!

Sebastian: I'm sorry, Mr. Vanel, it's an attractive offer, but I have no interest in such materialistic things. You see, I am simply one hell of a butler.

Vanel: Ah... right, okay...

Can demons be asexual? Because my asexual character bell is ringing.

#asexual #sebastian is asexual #sebastian michaelis #black butler #vanel #my butler strength #black butler episode 2 #asexual demon #kuroshitsuji

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blackberryshortcake · 1 month

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The Witches Wrath

(Pt.3)

Sorry this part took so long T-T hope y’all like it

Pt 1. Pt 2.

Blinking the haze from the eyes I come to realize two things, one I was not in fact in my guest room and two it was very much a new day outside. The memories for last nights fight came flooding back to me and that this was in fact Sebastian room. The room was bare simply in design a closet a desk and a bed. Throwing the covers off I swing my feet over the side of the bed. Nauseated by the sudden motion. This was going to be the hangover of the century. Deciding rather than sulk I should stand up and at least try and look presentable. There was a dress splayed out at the end of the bed. Simple, black and made from what I assume was cotton not like the dress I was forced into the other day. As well as a pair of shoes simple flats that certainly looked outdated in comparison to their modern counterparts. To be completely honest I’m better off wearing this funeral fit than the my current grass stained and muddy clothes but it still doesn’t change the fact that it looks like something you’d bury your great grandmother in. Normal I could just snap my fingers and boom I’ve changed clothes but ah lass I cannot so grandma clothes here I come. I come to stand in from of the mirror just above the small dresser. By the gods I look like a mess. My heads pounding my hair is less than desirable and I look like I got hit by and 18 wheeler or a double wide hauling 2 tons of cattle. Gods I need a cigarette. I searched and searched for the pack of newports I had in sweatshirt pocket but they’re gone all that’s left is that half dead menthol vuse that was in my pants pocket. Guess we’re going new school today. I bet that checky fucker hide them along with my lighter. Deciding rather than sulk I’ll stuff the vape in my bra and head out of the room towards the kitchen. The most reasonable place for a butler to be at one in the afternoon.

After checking the kitchen and pretty much all of the servants wing he was no where to be found neither were any of the other employees of this rat hole. I solemnly determined I was abandoned left behind. Like when your mom goes to Walmart without you and when you ask her why she says you were sleeping but clearly expressed to her before your nap you wanted to go.

Rather than waste the day away I figured might as well be productive and see if maybe just maybe this place had a small library and lo and behold it did. Although not any were near the library of Alexandria I could make do. The boy surprisingly had plenty of books on the occult and witchcraft but who can be surprised when he is literally contracted to a demon. I was torn off the page I was reading in a small corner of the room by the door opening and closing. Two sets of footsteps echoed off the high ceiling just based on the sound I could tell it was Ciel and Sebastian making their entrance. Decided rather than move I stayed in the chair seemingly unbothered by their entrance.

They come to stand in front of me. Ciel in front and Sebastian not too far behind.

I flick my eyes up from the book

“Can I help you?”

Ciel spoke first “I believe you can, the queen has enlisted us to hunt down what is belived to be a witch plaguing London. Their has been a series of ritualistic murders in the Chelsea district of London.”

He cannot be fucking seriously.

“Are you shitting my dick?” He face remains stock simply waiting for you to go on.

You rose from your seat. “So you want me a women who was burned at the stake and accused of witchcraft to help you a privlaged little shit who thinks the world owes him hunt a witch!”

“Per our agreement you must help me.”

“Absolutely not I said I’d protect you not go on a witch hunt! You are probably the most inconsiderate asshole I’ve ever met. I apologize for looking into your past and in restitution I told you mine but there is no way in all the seven rings of hell I will help you hunt a witch.” You could feel it the power radiating off your hands. The green glow the room took on and the shadow cast on the ground by Sebastian coming to stand in between you and Ciel. You could feel the fiery hot rage pumping through your veins and the hand that came to rest around your throat forcing you to look into his eyes. The ones that shown fusica the ones that never change no matter what his face looks like.

“Breath” In all my years of living I really never get that mad I can usually control my “childish anger” as he calls it but there something about this fucking kid that really pushed my buttons. I go to shove his hand off but it only tighted

“Breath before you are no longer able to”

He looked at me the way a parent scolds their child for throwing a temper tantrum in the store.

“ F-fine” his grip loosed and his hand slide from your throat to your shoulder

“My dear, my young lord is simply asking you to help us identify some of the markings the witch left behind. You always were more inclined to such work.”

You stare at the ground no longer forced to hold his gaze. “Is it satanic?”

“I do not believe so, if it is it’s modern not authentic. I however believe it is Hellenic in origin.”

“I guess I can help but never ask me again.”

“Very well, shall we go?” His body turned gesturing to the door.

“Go where?”

“To the scene of the crime of course.”

Now seriously couldn’t he have waited till I don’t now any time but right now. Ciels walks out first clearly perturbd your outburst and Sebastian flows behind a hand on your lower back as he does so.

This was gonna be a loooooonnng day.

………………

One very akward carafe ride later and we arrive just outside a small townhouse. It looked rundown and very old. Sebastian stepped out first then ciel and then me. He offered me a hand down and the words

“My dear?”

“Stop calling me that we sounds like an old married couple.”

“I apologize, my dear” why does he always have to be so condescending.

As you walk up the stairs to the rickety old townhouse you feel as though they might give way beneath you. You did happen to notice a clear lack of police tape or an officer of any kind guarding the door if an apparent crime scene. After entering the smell of blood was 10 times mor pungent inside that out. You follow up the stair to a small bedroom.

By Gods it smelt bad.

Every wall was covered by symbols and although there was no body left behind the large pool of blood inside the salt circle was apparent. An alter stood at the head of the room. Taking care in where you stepped you come to stand in front of it. A seraded knife lay on the alter as well as a bowl made of bronze full of at least a 2 day old blood. Other small nicknacks scattered the top of the alter, offerings most likely but the most prominent figure was a small statue made of wood staring at this figure the realization dawned on you. The room was silent. The earl and his butler simply stood in the doorway as you inspected the room.

You spoke “it’s definitely not satanic but it’s not Hellenic either.”

Ciel was the first to respond “what lead you to conclusion?”

Rather than give away your tell you continue. “We’ll first of all lots of religions use symbols but hellenic Greece wasn’t one of them, and second the Hellenic world wasn’t big on human sacrifice.” Turning to face him he looks bored like he’s already a few steps ahead but can’t tell. “But whoever did this clearly was aiming for the attention of not a certain god but a certain someone I’d say.”

“And who might that be?” Sebastian was still silent looming over Ciels shoulder simply watching. Glancing at the symbols once more you finally spoke once more. “Theyre scarficing in hopes of getting my attention.”

“Your attention, and how could that possibly be?” Ciel laughed out his response. Before you could respond Sebastian finally stepped forward.

“My lord if I may (y/n) here became a deity of some sorts to those accused of witchcraft over time. A witch that cursed the land and the people who stole it. The witch who could not be burned I believe is the title they bestowed upon her.”

“Thanks for the exposition Sebastian” sarcasm laced in every word you spoke.

“Let me get this straight this is the second human sacrifice we’ve discovered so far and it’s all thanks to you.” Ciell didn’t know wether be disgusted or impressed.

“To be clear I have never once asked for a human sacrifice on anyone who made a deal with me. I’m not exactly sure what prompted this but whoever did this is dangerous more dangerous than me or him.” You say gesturing to Sebastian.

“More dangerous than two demons?” Ciels response was cocky his way of sayingI have to demons under my command and no one can stop me.

“Demons do not go around killing for the sake of fun contrary to popular belief. There are rule at play that we all must follow. Those rules don’t apply to human. You of all people should know what humans are capable of.”

He simply rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest “ and how do you propose we find this witch”

“My best guess check local apothecary’s and herbalist shops. There’s what looks like the leftover blossoms of detura in the alter bowl and that really only can be cultivated in north and South America.”

“How exactly is a herboligist going to help”

“Detura is a highly dangerous nightshade meant to represent demons and nightfall buuuuttt the kicker is it can only be harvested natively in souther parts of the North American continent. It’s very poisoness and very hard to cultivate. However the plant is a well known hallucigen with the right amount of it I bet you your Witch drugged the victim as well that probably why no one reported a disturbance since if the victim was to high to scream no one would have noticed.” Ciel didn’t respond right away rather content on thinking the whole crime scene through.

It’s such a waste to see a human life taken so early they didn’t tell me wether the victim was male or femal but by the smell of the blood it was a young women in her late teens. Taken to soon by a power hungry witch looking to score a deal.

Ciels voice cut through the air breaking the papble silence

“Sebastian, how many apothecary’s and herbalist shops are there in the radius of the two murders.”

“There are percicly two apothecary’s and one herbologist with radius of the two murders, my lord”

“I’d start there if I were you as well as confirm if the victims actually have the drug in their system. The only thing I just don’t understand is why is there so much blood”

“ I believe the victims throats where cut”

“No shit Sherlock but this knife clearly isn’t the murder weapon” you say as you gesture to the one on the alter

“ and what exactly leads you to believe that”

“Although it might have blood on it it’s steraded whatever was used was sharp and I mean very sharp although a seraded knife has just the same effect one with a plain sharp edge is gonna cause more damage, a seraded knife would have left blood all over the wall and who ever did this.”

Before responding Ciel sighed knowing this conversation meant a trip to the one person he always dreaded collecting information from. He pinched the bridge of his nose clearly annoyed by the notion before speaking.

“I suppose this means we must pay the undertaker a visit.”

“Indeed my lord”

“Does this mean we have to get back in that carriage cause I think im gonna vomit if i have to ride in one of those again” Sebastian merely chuckled but Ciel had a genuine curriostity in his eyes.

“How do people get around without carriages where you’re from?”

“They have cars and buses and bikes, that are not made out of ply wood from Home Depot.” Although slightly perplexed by your vernacular Ciel got the idea.

“Are you implying that everyone has an automobile in the future?”

“Well I mean not everyone has one but most people do, shit you can get a hunker junker that just barely runs off facebook market place for like a few hundred bucks. And yeah I know like a few hundred dollars is quite a lot now but trust me in the future that ain’t shit.” He simply stared at you like you were speaking an entirely diffrent language but deep down you knew he probably understood what you just said.

“Yeah inflations a bitch” before he could respond Sebastian cleared his throat and directed you out of the bloodstained room and out of the rundown town house. Climbing back in the carriage for a short ride down the street and around the corner to and even more rundown building with a large sign out front marked UNDERTAKER.

I seriously don’t remember all of London looking so old and run down.

Existing the carriage once more Sebastian hold the door open for both you and Ciel to enter the rickety crack shack this place seemed to be. A small set of bells jiggled on the door to alert when someone has entered the shop. Immediately upon entering you noticed a certain air about the place not just the putridee smell of fermedihyde but the power radiating off one of the coffins and the uneasy it brought about. Your stomach churned in a way unfamiliar to you in ages. A sort of fear, surely Sebastian felt it to yet he remained unfazed.

Ciel called out “Undertaker are about?” A chuckle came from one of the coffins before the lid slide open to reveale what one might assume was an older gentleman although his suspiciously unwrinkled skin and long hair told you otherwise

“I thought I might be due for a visit with you my lord”

“Enough games do you have any useful informations regarding the two bodies of the young women murdered this past week”

Straight to the point I see

The undertaker chuckled once more “Surely you know the price of such precious information my lord.” with every word he spoke your stomach jumped

There is seriously something wrong with this dude

Ciel rolled his eyes “two women are dead and you still insist on seeking form of payment in cheep laughs, Sebastian?”

“My lord I implore you and miss (y/n) to step outside for a moment” Ciel turned to leave but not before the undertaker stepped fully out of the coffin and spoke once more

“No I want one from her” his long black fingernails pointed at you. He was practically frothing at the mouth with anticipation.

“Me?” You pointed at yourself.

“Yes you deary surely you know a good laugh.” Sebastian stepped in between you to before he could make anymore advances.

“I apolgize but she simply isn’t the comical type” in attempt to stay “proper” while out and about in public with the earl you had reframed from swearing to offensively but throwing caution to the wind with this one you respond.

“The fuck Im not” In an instant your outburst had the undertaker giggling like a school girl. “Correct me if Im wrong but you’re the one who’s had a stick up your tight ass since I got here plus let’s be honest Sebastian you’ve never really been the stand up type. I don’t even thing you could squeeze a laugh out of that tight ass cunt of yours if you tried. I happen to thing im the funniest mother fucker in this whole damn city” With every word the Undertakers laughed grew and grew to the point you thought you might go deaf. Sending Sebastian a wink at the end of your little rant resulted in nothing but death glares from him and a mortified stare from Ciel. After nearly keeling over in cardiac arrest the undertakers laughed died down and he seemed ready to talk.

“You’ve got yourself quite the comedian there Sebastian, be sure not lose her.” The undertakers deemner seemed to change from one of foolishness to that of stone cold seriousness. “So you wanna know about the girls eh? They both came to me in quite rough shape but I stitched them up real good” before Ciel could speak up you stepped in

“Was the slices in their throats clean”

“Oh yes quite if I do say so myself. Any deeper and their heads would have come right off.” He made a gesture to his neck as he did so.

“Did you happen to look at the contents of their stomach during the autopsy’s?”

“You seem to know your stuff deary, You lookin for something in particular”

“Yes, did you happen to notice any half digested plant based matueral like a flower of some sorts”

“I did notice an odd white flower in both of their stomachs” his answer was short as he thought about it more and more.

“Can you resonably asume a cause of death”

“If it were me id say it was the big slathes in their throats,hehehehe” the smile crept back onto his face.

There is no way this freak was human

You turn to Ciel to see if he had any other questions for the mad man but he simply thanked him and we were on our way. The carriage ride back to the manor was near dead silent Sebastian had taken off to interview the shops and hopefully find a description of our suspect.

Ciel spoke breaking the nauseating awkward silence.

“Do you truly believe that the one sacrificing these girls is doing it to gain your attention.” He sounded skeptical.

“I’d like to say no, but the answer unfortunately was yes.”

“And what exactly lead you to this conclusion.”

“Back in the day when “witches” were more or less hunted for sport in America I became some what of a legend. I would make deals with certain people I’d give them power in exchange for something. I assume that’s what this ding bat is trying to do but clearly they just can’t get it right.”

“So she is going about killing innocent girls for nothing”

“Basically, never once has a spell designed to summon me ever required a human sacrifice I mean that’s like down right barbaric.”

He ignored you sentiment.

“What exactly did you take on exachage for power.”

“I wanted access to their minds. Yah know poke around see what happening in there.”

“That’s all?”

“Yeah usually I loved seeing what made people tick.”

“Surely you did more than poke around in there.”

“Oh I mean I definitely took more but to quite honest that’s not your concern”

“I beg to differ you did poke around in my head, without my permission I might add.” Irritation crept into his voice.

“That’s how the game works, it’s not my fault you don’t know the rules.”

“How was I supposed to know the rules.”

“Honey listen I’m literally a being that is designed to create chaos across the universe why would I tell you the rules for a game you didn’t know you were playing. If anything Sebastian should have warned you.”

He muttered under his breath something about curse that blasted demon. Yet he gave no response.

“It’s sad yah know, what happened to you.”

“I do not need pity from a bloody demon of all things.”

“Ouch and I just can’t help but think how you may have turned out if you got me instead of him.” You through a finger behind you to gesture losing to the direction you left Sebastian.

“And what exactly is that supposed to mean?” He was seething.

“We’ll first things first I wouldn’t have taken your soul I have no interest in dealing souls, and honestly I wouldn’t have even charged you for my services I can’t stand those who take advantage of other especially children.”

“Good to know, I’ll have to remember that for next time.” His sarcastic response hurt but you understood where he was coming from.

“He cares yah know, about you”

“Demons don’t care about anyone but themselves.”

“And who told you that?”

“Sebastian.”

“They’re complex creatures it’s not as simple as caring and not caring. Think of them as apex carnivore if you will. They fill the simple nich of population control but they still care about the ones close to them.”

His eyes drift from the window to you lazily. “Do you honestly believe that.”

“Do you honestly believe that you deserved what happened to you simply because you’re born of nobility” the question hit him like a dagger through the heart. His eyes widened and his breath caught in his chest. He looked down at the ground before speaking once more.

“I believe I am Earl Ciel Phantomhive, The Queen’s Guard Dog my purpose is to follow her orders and nothing more.”

“Ciel do you seriously have your head so far up your ass that heel to a monarch that cares nothing for you. A monarch that stands for centuries of corruption, salvery, colonialism. A monarch that sees you as just another one of her pawns in big imperialistic society. Don’t let her turn you into some noble pig.”

He was silent still looking out the window mulling over your words.

“It’s just a thought but you can be your own person.”

Choosing to bypass your slander towards the British government he moved on.

“You’re living in your parents shadow. You don’t have to be what your father was. You don’t have to….” You trailed off debating if starting this argument was even worth it but your conscience got the better of you.

Sebastian gonna kill me for this one.

“I don’t have to what?” His words were pointed like he was ready to hit you over the head with that cane no matter your answer.

“You don’t have to avenge them. Sometimes the dead are better off dead and more blood shed is never the answer.”

Your eyes met and you saw a fire a fire you’d only ever saw in Sebastian when he is really really mad at you.

“It is my duty to avenge them my responsibility and I will stop at nothing to achieve that goal. Do you understand witch” his words stuck deep in your gut. Your eyes changed in an instant and the carriage lurched forward to a stop. You threw the door open and before anything rash could happen you saw Sebastian waiting exspectantly by the front door.

“Get your fucking kid under control.”

“Whatever do you mean?”

You turn to Ciel “tell him what you just called me.” Ciel was silent his blue eyes shown with pride. “A witch” you reeled your hand back to teach the kid a lesson but Sebastian grabbed your arm before you could do so.

“Im gonna burn you at the stake and see how you feel about it 3 centuries later.” You yanked your arm from Sebastian’s grasp before taking off down the rode you just came from.

“And where exactly are you going?” Sebastian called.

“Out I’m going out!” Pulling the vape from you bra you pulled a big hit and blew it in their direction and ended that sign off with two middle fingers held high.

So here you found yourself in a filthy pub drinking beer that’s somehow weak but also shitty.

“What’s a lady like you doing in a place like this.” You look up to be met with a head full of fire engine red hair that practically touched the floor and sharp green eyes slightly hidden behind square cut glasses.

“What’s it to you”

“Well women to women it’s not often you find pretty faces in such a dingy establishment.”

“Okay we’ll then women to women what exactly are you doing in this fine establishment.”

“Oh yah know this and that. To be completely frank dear I’m here on overtime.”

“Overtime you say and what is it exactly that you do.”

“Knows where’s the fun if I just tell you.” Her voice was full of curiosity like crow presented with a new puzzle. She formally introduced her self as Grell Stucliff and right off the bat you knew what she was that didn’t stop you from conversing from her though.

“So tell me Grell if you’re supposed to be out their collecting souls what are you doing in here.”

“Well they’re a tiny detail I’ve neglected to mention.” She fiddled with hands refusing eye contact.

“And what’s that sugar.” She was different than most you’ve met in a while. Not afraid of exspressing herself. She didn’t hid behind stock exspressions or social norms as many did of this time.

“I was sort of sent here looking for you.”

“Me?” You said and you crossed your legs and leaned forward to look her in the eyes.

“Yes well the administration had informed me of a demon who seamed to be messing with the timeline.”

“The timeline? Did little ol me cause y’all some trouble” although your voice seemed ingenue you knew messing with timelines was a big no no so big in fact you could be exacuted over it. She seemed to snap out of her nervous behavior to something more relaxed.

“I’m sure it’s not that big a deal anyways. They’re always fussing over this and that these days. Tell me you’re a demon right.”

“I suppose you could call me that.”

“You would happen to know another demon names Sebastian would you.”

Desciding to play a game you tapped your chin and pretending to think

“Hmmm? Sebastian you said?”

“Oh yes Bassy has the most beautiful amber eyes, and gorgeous raven hair OH and theirs that little brat that always follows him around.”

“OH that Sebastian, yeah I know him.”

“Does he ever talk about me.” She brought ther thumb to her lips in a coy manor.

“Hmm I don’t think he’s ever mentioned a lovely lady like you. But then again who actually listens to what he has to say.”

You glanced at the clock on the wall realizing the time. Although you couldn’t hear it with all the noise in the room you felt Sebastian pull the door open to the pub and make a b-line towards where you and grell had situated in the back booth.

He came to stand right in front of your table wordlessly observing the two of you. Grell had yet to take notice of him to imfuated with the story she was telling you. You sat cross legged one arm over the back of the booth practically around grell she took no mind though. She followed your gaze to the demon infront of you.

“Oh bassy fancy seeing you in place like this.”

“I’ve come to collect (y/n).”

Grell leaned back in her seat and into your side where your hand went to wrap around her shoulder she was slouched slightly since she was quite a bit taller than you.

“No I think I’m good right here.”

“Do not be a fool we are leaving.” Sebastian seemed mad, Ciel must have told him what you said in the carriage that or suddenly he can read minds.

“You heard what the lady said she’s not leaving” Grells voice filled the crowded space. On a normal day she might have been needlessly flirting with Sebastian. However today the girl code called for her to not leave her new friends side.

“I do not believe I was addressing you Mr.Sutcliff.” You turned you head to look at Grell she had a sort of sadness in her eyes when Sebastian addressed her as Mr. In the few short hours you spent here talking with her you learned a thing or two. Firstly her favorite color was red, she was the only lady grim reaper and lastly, she 100% identified as a women. Even though you were at least attempting to repair your relationship with him you to have always been hot and cold rather than one or the other so you chose to fight.

“I’m not going ANYWHERE until you apologize to her.”

Sebastian face contorted into one of disgust and confusion.

“I’m sorry whatever do you mean.”

“You know exactly what I mean.”

“On the contrary I do not.”

“Ms.Sutcliff, not Mr.Stucliff” if you hadn’t been glaring daggers into Sebastian you may just have missed the stars in Grells eyes.

Sebastian sighed before pinching the bridge if his nose and speaking “I don’t apologize Ms.Sutcliff”

“See was that so hard.”

Pulling your arm out from behind Grell you turned to her as you stand.

“We’ll see yah around sugar let me know if you need a partner in crime. You know where I’m staying.” And with a wink you and Sebastian were off. Grell sat there stunned before a certain two toned hair reaper entered the pub looking for her.

………………

Back at the manor Sebastian lead you into Ciels study.

“I see you’re back from galvanting about, while you were off pouting we have compromised a short list of suspects and we were wondering if you could identify any of these names.” You snatched the paper out of his hand and took a look. Only a short list of 5 names was there and none stood out except for one.

How is that possible?

Your eyes widened in realization.

“Sterling Pines”

“Does that name ring a bell” ciel asked

“Yeah sorta but only the last name. I think I honestly know her descendants and that would mean that family has a long line of messing with things that shouldn’t be messed with.”

Ciel reached down and pulled out a file from the stack on the desk.

“Sterling Pines seems to have immigrated here from America of all places. She is 29 years old has a husband and son she left behind in America.” Ciel looked at you excpetantly.

“Knowing her descendants and let’s just say they have a history of messing with dream demons, she definitely not an actual witch.”

“So just a human prentending they are something they are not.”

“Yeah seems like there are a lot of those around here.” Sebastian hand fell on your shoulder squeezing to say watch it.

“So how exactly do you know her descendants?” He questioned leaning forward in his desk chair to rest his embows on the desk.

“That’s doesn’t matter what matters is we have her name so that means we can find her.”

“And how exactly do you propose we do that? It’s not like I can send Sebastian out to search the entire city” you smile turning to Sebastian with a glint of mischief in your eye.

“I think I know someone. You don’t happen to have one of those ancient telephones do you. I happen to have her number.” Grell had given you her number at the bar partly in hopes of seeing Sebastian again and also just because she’s taken a liking to you. Sebastian lead you out the office to the phone.

“I do hope you don’t plan to call that reaper he can be quite a nuisance.”

“I happen to think SHE is wonderful.”

Rubbing your first finger and thumb together you produced a spark and touched the telephone wire. Come on did you really think a regular old telephone could reach a reaper. The phone rang twice before

“Hello” was heard.

“Grell? Hey sugar it’s me I was just wondering if you could do me a little favor.” Your eyes meet Sebastian’s his was clearly annoyed by the thought of even consulting a reaper.

“Well I suppose that depends on what that favor is.”

“I just need help finding someone and you reapers are quite good at that aren’t you?”

“Well of course we’re deadly efficient” you could practically hear her posing over the phone. “Who might you be looking for exactly?”

“Oh just some wanna be named Sterling Pines. Does the name ring a bell?”

“It does I believe I collected her last victim just the other night, oh that girl was such a pretty young thing even more beautiful painted in all that red.”

“Oh really would you be able to tell us where Sterling is hauled up right now.”

You could hear papers rustling over the phone as feel searched for the info.

“Unfortunately not dear, it seems she somehow able to avoid even us. It seems we don’t even have record of her here.”

“Damn well thanks for the help”

Sebastian’s eye twitched as rather than hang up the phone you stood against the wall and started to gab on and on with Grell about this and that. It only went on for so long before he reached up and held down the button on the reserver severing the connection.

“Hey! I was in the middle of a conversation yah know!”

He smiled “and now it over.”

“When you took that kid on as your latest passion project did he also provide the stick up your ass every morning or did you take that upon yourself.”

His smile faultered and his eyes became slits.

“You have quite the mouth on you these days”

“”You have quite the mouth on you these days” you mocked “and just when I thought we’re bonding your a tight ass and I HAVE a tight ass”

“You are going to have to have some serious retraining if you continue to act in such a manor”

“Retraining what are you gonna do spank me? Your so full of it and just when I thought you cared”

“I suppose if that’s what’s required”

“Good god you are SO full of it”

“God is not here my dear”

“Yeah yeah whatever. I guess we’re gonna have to find this witchy bitch the good old fashioned way.”

“And what do you suppose that is”

“magic”

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One Hell of a Love (Book 1.5) Chapter One

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter One: One Hell of a Monastery

Summary: (Y/N) and Sebastian go to a cult, and (Y/N) finds themself annoyed with Sebastian's tactics for getting information.

Mouse Note: This book is called “1.5” because it contains almost everything that is non-canon to Manga storyline. I had a bit in Book 1, but that stuff can be moved on from in Book 2. Book 1.5 will contain the end of Season 1 and the entirety of Season 2 of Black Butler. So, while this book and its storyline does exist and the emotional realizations of Sebastian and MC are canon, I simply hold it separate from the rest of Sebastian and the MC’s story to not create too much confusion of canon vs non-canon Manga storyline.

“This morning, you are scheduled to have a dancing lesson with Mrs. Bright,” said Sebastian as he and (Y/N) walked beside Ciel. “This afternoon, you have an appointment with Lord Winsler, who runs a trading business. Are you paying attention, Young Master?”

“Didn’t I tell you I’ve had enough of dancing?” said Ciel. “It doesn’t suit me.”

“You are too modest. I thought you looked lovely at the soiree,” said (Y/N), smiling impishly at the reference to Ciel’s undercover work. Ciel sent them an icy glare as his ears turned red, but (Y/N), not being his contracted demon, didn’t have any reason to be nervous and just grinned wider.

Ciel huffed and opened the door to his parlor. He deadpanned at what he saw inside. He had another visitor prancing around his mansion unannounced. This time, it was Ash, the Queen’s butler. He was chatting and sipping tea with Tanaka.

“You are Her Majesty’s butler!” said Ciel.

“Master Ciel,” greeted Ash.

“How is it that Her Majesty’s butler came to be drinking tea in my mansion?” asked Ciel.

“You may not be aware of this, Young Master, but Mr. Ash has always been the one to deliver Her Majesty’s orders,” said Sebastian.

“Is that even a butler’s job?” asked Ciel.

“As a butler, it is only natural to be able to investigate applicants for an audience with Her Majesty, deliver an envelope to Lord Phantomhive shortly thereafter, and relish some tea with Mr. Tanaka while about this business, conducting it during Her Majesty’s afternoon nap!” declared Ash forcefully.

He’s got Sebastian’s work ethic, thought (Y/N).

“So, Mr. Ash, what can we do for you this time?” said Sebastian. He had no answers for it yet, but he too felt some instinctual wariness around the butler, so he wanted to make this meeting quick.

“Well, now,” said Ash. “There is a catholic monastery on the outskirts of Preston that was set on fire during the Reformation and is currently disused. A religious society preaching heretical doctrine has begun assembling there. Rumor has it that the founder of this society possesses the Doomsday Books of all his followers.”

“You mean the land register? Where things like livestock and property appear?” said Ciel. “Even if he has all this information, what good is it to him?”

“Not Domesday. Doomsday,” corrected Ash. “These books they are worshipping are quite different from what you have in mind. Doomsday: the Day of Judgement. Indeed, it is a register, but of the sort you need when flung before the Throne of God. They say all your offenses, virtues, and vices are engraved on its pages.”

Ciel tsked. “Yet another encounter with the occult.”

“It would also seem they’re planning an uprising against the government,” said Ash. “The residents of Preston are frightened by this heretical menace, and Her Majesty the Queen is deeply saddened by it.”

“Does this mean they are to be dispersed, or rather, eradicated?” questioned Ciel.

“I will leave that to your judgment,” said Ash.

“Very well,” said Ciel.

At the widow, Pluto suddenly jumped up (thankfully in human form and clothed) and began banging on the window. His mouth was open in a wide grin as he stared at Ash. The white-haired man’s eyes narrowed sharply, and Pluto’s face dropped. He walked away dejectedly. (Y/N)’s nose twitched at the interaction.

“Who is he?” asked Ash.

“Just an employee,” said (Y/N).

“I see. He seems interesting,” said Ash. His violet eyes landed on (Y/N). “As interesting as any one else on this staff, of course.”

(Y/N) and Sebastian’s gazes were cold and gained no warmth until after Ash had made his departure.

“So, where shall we start?” said (Y/N).

“According to Mr. Ash, the monastery is heavily guarded,” said Sebastian. “That would make it difficult to infiltrate directly. He also mentioned on his way out that a considerable number of coffins have recently been transported into the monastery.”

“Coffins, eh?” said Ciel. “Well, then, we know who to visit.”

Sebastian, Ciel, and (Y/N) walked into the Undertaker’s shop, and they saw him standing beside a coffin with his back to them.

“Undertaker, I have a favor to ask of you,” said Ciel.

“If that is the case…” Undertaker turned slightly to reveal red glasses and fluorescent eyes. “…Let my humble being relish this most excellent romance!” Grell ran towards Sebastian and (Y/N). They just stepped to the sides and let her slam into the wall.

“Grell!” exclaimed Ciel.

“Hi, Earl,” chirped the voice of the actual Undertaker.

“Undertaker!” Ciel blinked in confusion upon seeing Undertaker buried neck-deep in a pot of salt.

“He had the impudence to speak disrespectfully about a Grim Reaper, so I pickled him in salt,” said Grell matter-of-factly.

“Oh, the sensation of moisture slowly leaving the skin…” Undertaker giggled. “It is out of this world!”

“What are you doing here?” demanded Ciel.

Grell shrugged. “Investigating something on Will’s orders. However, I did not find much information, and I got hungry and sleepy. Having a restorative afternoon nap in a field of flowers, I somehow ended up being carried here. It could have been a mistake not to breath while sleeping.” She batted her eyelashes at Sebastian and (Y/N). “And there I was, waiting for my true love to wake me up with a nice, long tongue kiss.”

“I’d smother you in my sleep,” said (Y/N), smiling brightly.

“The subject of your investigation?” prompted Sebastian coldly.

“Certain Cinematic Records have been stolen of late,” said Grell with a sigh.

“Cinematic Records?” said Ciel.

“No need for a brat like you to know about them,” said Grell.

Just to be contrary, (Y/N) said, “It is a film of people’s memories of life that play when a reaper collects a soul or strikes the soul with their scythe.”

“Let me make this very clear: you humans can only see it on the brink of death,” said Grell.

“You said they were stolen. Can they be stolen?” questioned Sebastian.

“Well, yes,” said Grell. “They are kept in the library when not in use. The past of all living things—that is to say, of everything that is doomed to die—all the sins and virtues they commit are carefully recorded in the shape of a book.”

“Rather like a book for their Doomsday,” remarked (Y/N). The coincidence was unlikely to be chance.

“Yes,” said Sebastian.

Ciel nodded and turned to Undertaker. “Undertaker, I need you to help me with something.”

“If so, bestow the finest of laughs upon…” Undertaker looked at Grell dressed up in his clothes and grinned. “On second thought, my service will be free this time.

“Wasn’t the infiltration supposed to be difficult?” muttered Ciel after the cramped ride in coffins (courtesy of Undertaker). Instead of anything seriously difficult, the man at the gate allowed them to walk beside him as he guided the cart of coffins farther into the monastery.

“Yes, indeed, it should have been,” said Sebastian.

They passed a nun and a monk, and all three cult members smiled to them cheerfully as they passed.

“Impeccable smiles, aren’t they?” muttered Ciel.

“The smiles of those too foolish to understand their own stupidity,” said (Y/N) brightly as they came upon the church itself.

Inside were stained glass windows with depictions of saints and angels. Wooden pews lined the stone floors, and a dais with a pulpit headed the room.

“Good evening!” Several little boys ran into the room, all dressed identically (it really was the typical cult). “Good evening! Today was a wonderful day again, don’t you think?”

“Oh, they are so cute,” cooed Grell. “I have no real care for kids, though.”

“Good evening, Miss Unclean,” said one of the little boys to Grell. “You really are dirty, through and through.”

Ordinarily, (Y/N) would find Grell getting called out entertaining, but at the use of the words “unclean” and “dirty,” (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. Those words were far too familiar.

“What?!” snapped Grell.

“Did something happen, Miss Unclean? Are you feeling unwell?” asked another boy.

Grell hit him over the head. “You brat! Leave the ‘unclean,’ out, you hear?!”

“Ah! I was touched by an Unclean!” cried the boy. “I must be cleansed!” He and the other boys ran away from Grell into a hallway as a nun walked out.

The nun chuckled and smiled softly. “After a certain age, all people are considered impure.” She gazed at the four present. “Judging by your clothes, you are recent converts. Don’t worry, once initiated into the teachers of the Founder, you will be purified.”

“Sebastian,” said Ciel. “Get answers.” It was an order.

“Impure? That is strange to here,” said Sebastian, obeying. He began to walk towards the nun. “Such a beautiful lady as yourself could not possibly be tainted.” The nun blushed at him as he stood before her, her back to the wall.

(Y/N)’s eyes narrowed, and their irises flashed fuchsia possessively.

“I know close to nothing about this religious society,” said Sebastian. “Could you explain it to me in detail?” He smirked sinfully.

“Of course…” The nun blushed and squirmed under his gaze. “But then, what are you…!”

Sebastian’s hand slammed into the door by the nun’s head. She squeaked, and he leaned close with a smirk. “There was a bug.” He stood up to his full height, towering over the extremely-attracted-to-him nun. “Now, you will tell me everything, won’t you?”

“Y-Yes,” stammered the nun. “If you’ll…come with me…” Sebastian took her by the arm and guided her out of the room.

When he caught (Y/N)’s eye, he was surprised to see their arms crossed, nails almost claws as they gripped their arms tight enough to leave marks. Sebastian’s grip faltered on the nun’s arm.

But he had his orders.

“Oh, no~! I’ll become unclean!” gasped the nun within the stables as Ciel, (Y/N), and Grell stood outside. Ciel looked uncomfortable, Grell was growling, and (Y/N)…Well, they were close to murder, and Ciel and Grell were a careful distance away, even if they didn’t understand why they looked that way.

“Ah! I can see it! The gate to Heaven!” cried the nun.

“Tch,” said Sebastian under his breath. This was not enjoyable in the slightest.

Outside, (Y/N) tapped their claw-sharp nails against the wooden fence, light scratches digging into the wood. The thought of that prissy, good-two-shoes, prudish, fool of a human touching Sebastian made every demonic instinct hiss for blood. They knew Sebastian owed them no loyalty—they had merely been mentor and apprentice, and he would barely admit to them being actual friends with some sort of bond—but (Y/N) couldn’t stand a naïve little human touching him.

Grell could see (Y/N)’s eyes turn fuchsia and their claws appearing, and ordinarily she would comment on how attractive they appeared, but for once Grell made the smart decision under the (correct) assumption that one wrong word could get her head torn off.

“Oh!” cried the nun.

(Y/N)’s claws shattered the fence.

“The Doomsday Books of those who live a long life become tainted,” explained the nun as she brushed her disheveled hair. She sat in the hay with her dress on as Ciel, Grell, Sebastian, and (Y/N) listened to her. “The Founder purifies a part of the taint recorded in the Book for us. He also says the Doomsday Book contains a record of both the past and the future.”

“Oh? The future, he says?” remarked Sebastian, but his eyes slid to (Y/N) as he saw the dark look in their eyes.

“However, the only ones to learn about that are the children chosen for the Heavenly Choir,” said the nun.

“Heavenly Choir? Are they singing hymns or something?” said Ciel.

The nun blushed. “The nuances of it are probably somewhat different from simple singing. They let their beautiful voices be heard from the Founder’s bedroom.”

(Y/N)’s eyes narrowed in disgust. Perfect, a place to focus their anger—disgusting perverts that exerted their power over others. (Y/N) would tear them to shreds as soon as they were given the chance.

�� And then they might kill that nun, too. But that would be just for fun.

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