#so saying yes little ghost boy u and the reapers are right the only way to coexist is to be the same is kinda fucked

[saulbaby]

Hey why did the reapers want the control ending the illusive man was indoctrinated and that's what he wanted so that means that that's what the reapers wanted too right

#im like reassessing red blue green discourse in 2021 #cuz the best ending seems like it would be control and then make the reapers kill eachother #but is it just the reapers or is it all ai? #just the reapers doesnt really make sense with the control endings theres no way to do it without killing all ai not just the reapers thing #i mean obvs it wad a rushed ending and these answers dont really exist but still #seems weird #youd think theyd have him pushing for synthesis like saren did #but i think its bc they wanted to prop synthesis up as the best solution even tho it doesnt really work thematically with the game #none of them really work thematically like the reapers have been saying that ai and organics cannot coexist but reforming the geth and #getting to know edi disproves that since ai arr real people too is a huge theme #so saying yes little ghost boy u and the reapers are right the only way to coexist is to be the same is kinda fucked #also like having indoctrination be a huge thing and synthesis is like its different nwnw is kinda wack #best destroying all ai sucks too bc as we havr been hammering uome for 2 games ai have souls too #and its just the reapers that have come to this wring conclusion #so control is whats left and thats just the reapers BUT they make tim be the one pushing for it to make it seem like a bad idea #esp bc the control ending doesnt really fit....anything thematically #its kinda just an extra option #so its not really a good ending to the series but it does seem like the best option ? #but also we can control the reapers so i told them to fix everything and then kill eachother isnt really much of anything is it #i guess theyre all just bad options right #thats why everybody has hated it since it came out in 2012 #i dont even dislike the no good endings thing thats fine but at least make them thematically appropriate right?

[toukaisbetterthanyou]

I come again bearing a long review to spam your blog because I don't know how to add the read more cutoff line

I wish I could add gifs to this, sadly you’ll have to deal with the wall of text and mountain of salt because I just got off a 36 hour shift from hell. I did sneak a peek at the Ayahina fluff so I am saving that for after I finish this because I have a feeling- based on last week’s ending- that this chapter will royally piss me off- in a good way.

I am also going to play a little game with this chapter based on this because I just recently read this book on recognizing emotionally abusive relationships so I am going to check anything that fits Touken in this AU.

/I am sorry in advance for any poor comprehension this reaction will show. 36 hours with only 30 minutes of sleep in them./

– and even ignores the phone calls that she received on her cell phone. After the first day at his flat, she turns it off entirely. He can’t hold back a smile from seeing her do that.

And here we go. Touka, baby girl, y u do dis? Those are your family and friends. I realize they have been less than understanding about the whole situation but you’re ghosting them for the goth fuckboy?!

He would miss her once he was gone.

/EXPLODING IN RAGE/ YOU LITTLE BITCH! IF YOU HAD A DECENT BONE IN THAT RIPPED BODY OF YOURS YOU WOULD LET THE POOR WOMAN GO! Not that I am absolving Touka of the blame here, she is willingly going along with this but he is seriously pissing me off. I realize his love is supposed to be selfish but imho, that line proves there isn’t much love to begin with because he hasn’t yet considered changing his plans for Touka and/or the baby.

Sex had always helped her forget her problems. When Ken is inside of her, she doesn’t have to worry about the growing child inside of her, or Nishiki and Yomo-san, or her own anxiety about whether this child was even viable.

The trouble always came after.

You feel bad about yourself when you are around him. [✔]

You only feel good about yourself when you are with him. [✔]

This isn’t love.

She just wants it to be. Badly.

At least we can rejoice in knowing she is self-aware.

She could fool herself into believing that it would last. That he was doing this out of love and not some misplaced selfishness in finally having something to call his own.

She was hurting too, and in a moment of resigned irony, accepted it.

She would play the fool and take what she was given.

You find yourself accepting him “for now,” even though you have plenty of red flags that would help you terminate the relationship if you paid attention to them. [✔]

How funny that Kaneki of all people was taking her out on a date? After everything they had gone through, it was laughable that the prospect of a date was what really tripped her up.

Babe, it’s part of the “not giving any fucks” attitude a lot of people with concrete suicidal ideation have. It should trip you up!

or she’d go to the chateau, and later, his flat.

I thought she avoided the chateau because of the murder babies in it? I am interested in knowing more details about this, would any of the Qs know about her? Would this affect the story?I want Saiko!

Even back then – long ago, there hadn’t been a label placed on what they did. She had viewed it as stress relief, and who better to sleep with then the sweet boy that he had been? She had realized too late what he had meant to her, and by that point he had become an entirely different person.

I was under the impression they had a one night stand before the raid but this paragraph is making me imagine they had a thing going for longer than that which would be really interesting to contrast with their current relationship.

Still, nothing had changed. He was still a dove. He was still choosing to kill ghouls.

She tries not to think about it.

Your value system and his are very different, and it is problematic. [✔]

I have been thinking about this since last chapter tbh. I come from a minority that has suffered genocide in its history and I kept wondering if I would ever actually date someone who was an accomplice to the murder of my people and the mere thought of that made me feel disgusted with myself.

I know Touka is self-loathing and does not value her ghoul nature but even so, being with someone who works and profits from killing her species (or race?) would just add to the slew of issues she has going. Especially when you consider she started re to be a haven for ghouls the way Anteiku was and now she was sleeping with the enemy, the internal conflict must be out of this world and no result of it would be positive.

What are you trying to do right now? The question is lodged in her throat, like lead. Did he really want them to be together? Did he truly want a family with her? Or was this some sort of elaborate scheme to cage her even further?

…

She’s the oddest mix of ecstatic and devastated. Her hands tremble around the bunny. It was an adorable little thing – so cute. This was nice of him to do, wasn’t it? Ken was always doing nice things like this for her. Things that made her fall for him a little more each time. She’s almost hysterical.

You feel uncomfortable about something he has said or done, and the feeling remains. [✔]

You think he’s too charming or a little “too good to be true.“ [✔]

But I have to admit that the bunny date idea is quite adorable. I wonder if those actually exist? I don’t want to Google and be disappointed. I do find it tragic that this is something Touka would enjoy but she is so melancholy right now that she can’t ease up and forget about everything for 30 minutes to pet a bunny.

 “Do you want to buy it?” Ken asks, watching her as she sets it back into the pen.

Sure, dick, bring in another life to abandon later. The more the merrier. Why not adopt a couple of impoverished children while you’re at it? 

“Why not?” Ken asks, “You’ll be living with me now. There’s no reason for you to work, so you’ll have plenty of time.”

I’m sorry? Who the fuck do you think you are? Did you accidentally get into Marty McFly’s car and transported yourself back to the 1950s?

“Yes,” he responds, still smiling that cheerful smile of his. The dimple on the side of his cheek seems to be taunting her.

SOCK HIM AGAIN TOUKA! SOCK THE BASTARD RIGHT IN THAT FUCKING DIMPLE OF HIS!

“You’ll need help with the baby,” he says, in a very matter of fact kind of way. “I don’t want you to be alone in case there are any complications.”

Oh, good to know you are considering complications but before you imprison her in some flat with a disgruntled reception office employee, have you considered getting her a doctor? Prenatal vitamins at least? Moving away from the CCG who want her dead? A college fund for the kid? Finding a place to live? I doubt the CCG will just ignore your apartment after you go rogue on them and you want her to be there when it happens? May as well put a bulls eye billboard on top of your apartment building.

And who is going to help with the baby? Will your ghost ass drop by from the afterlife to change a couple of diapers? Maybe rock the baby to sleep? What a shit excuse.

“I won’t let that happen,” he says stubbornly.

Unless he is planning a Samson style suicide attack on the CCG, I have no idea how he could possibly do that from beyond the Cochlea compactor.

“Where are we?” She wanted to go home. This entire day had been tiring and her mood only continued to worsen.

You are emotionally tired from him; you feel he “sucks the life out of you." [✔]

He answers, getting out of his side to open the passenger door to help her out.

At least he’s being a gentleman?

“We need to start shopping for them, or else we won’t have enough time after they get here.”

We? We? We?!!! What we is he fucking talking about?! That’s it, this proves he believes in reincarnation or something. Either that or he’s taking Touka and the kid with him when goes to get his ass kicked by his dad. 

I don’t think I can explain how much his attitude is pissing me off!

No, she couldn’t do this. But his grip on her arm was firm and he looks at her with a pensive stare, almost like he was trying to make amends.

Touka, babe, embrace your inner Chuck Norris and roundhouse kick him in the face!

Once we get home, those words make her feel good, pathetically enough.Stupid , one word from him was enough to make that pathetic, longing part of swell with misplaced hope

/ugly crying/ mods, y u do dis?

He holds up a little jacket, too small to belong to a child. It was pink and soft looking, the insides lined with fleece.

There were bunny ears attached to the hood.

He gives her a wry smile.

“What do you think?”

Dirty move, Ken. Dirty fucking move. I am 19 weeks pregnant now and I crack at the sight of any baby items, using bunny ears to break down her defenses is such a dirty move.

On a side note, the image of the goth reaper in a sea of pastels and waddling pregnant women is making me laugh so hard. That image is not enough for me to forgive you for this chapter though.

What would they act like? How would she – be with them? She’s always liked kids, but to be a parent? She wonders how her mother had done it?. How had she brought in two children into their world, even knowing that it wasn’t a safe place for them? How did her father support her knowing that any moment, one of them could be snatched away?

/ugly wailing/ 

This makes her blink. Too late? Too late for what? “What do you mean?” He doesn’t answer her, and instead lifts her dress up over her hips, and palms her over her panties. Then, he’s hastily removing his gloves and sliding his hand underneath the elastic band to touch her directly. She loses track of what she had been attempting to say.

Using sex to ignore present problems, kinda like how you got into your current predicament. Nothing new to see here.

Maybe this could work. 

Don’t be stupid.

Maybe he was changing. Things could be different now

Don’t delude yourself.

This honestly breaks my heart. I am alternating between NO and YES so fast that my head is getting whiplash.

Then, she asks again.

“What do you mean by too late?”

…

“Answer my question,” she says, this time taking only the head into her mouth and hollowing her cheeks as she sucks

Aha, the deepthroat interrogation technique. Classic. Can’t say I haven’t used it myself. I am sure the CCG would get a lot further with their investigations if they used it in Cochlea.

“T-There’s never enough time,” he says weakly. “With you. Being with you. Like this,” is the only sentence that he has the presence of mind to string together. She has a feeling that’s not all there was to it, but she’s satisfied with his answer for now.

That is such a half assed  answer and Touka, dear, I don’t know how you could possibly be satisfied with it. You have his cock in your mouth, that means you have the upper hand, play it!

not ripping them to shreds because she would be upset.

So you didn’t mind her getting upset before? What a piece of shit.

She can’t respond when he begins to suck her pert nipples into peaks, kneading the swollen breasts and making her quake from the sensitivity she felt.

When my fiance did that, he ended up with tinnitus from how loud I screamed so lucky you Kaneki, lucky you.

“You’re mine,” He whispers, with an excited smile, “All mine,” And then, “It’s just going to be us.”

Now read that with the soundtrack to any thriller film and tell me it doesn’t fit perfectly.

He’s never been like this during sex. So attentive. Well, he was always attentive – like giving her pleasure was more of an impulse, something that he needed, rather than something that he actually did for her benefit. It had gotten him off to make her come, to make her delirious from her pleasure. This feels – different now, though.

/screams into the night/ I didn’t think it was possible for me to like this dick any less but here I am, somehow sinking lower into the abyss. I thought you did rough sex before because you both liked it? But now he stopped for the baby or because he may have feelings for her? So you are really embracing your fuckboy status?

Her earlier worry about his behavior was becoming less and less of a concern. Maybe it was idiotic of her to trust him – to blindly have faith in him this way, but maybe he was right.

Maybe they could finally be a family.

You make excuses for why you are dating him. [✔]

You make excuses for his character and minimize his behavior. [✔]

“Why do you need to go back to Re?” Ken asks, watching as she places her phone and the keys that he had given her into her purse. “I told you that you didn’t need to work.”

…

“What if they tell you not to come back?”

You feel isolated from other relationships with friends and family. [✔]

While he is not actually isolating her, he wants it and is manipulating her- consciously or subconsciously- by showing vulnerability to fall for it. What are you so worried about, jerk? That her family may actually talk some sense into her? You want her hanging on your rope till you off yourself then fuck her and her kid?

Something about that fills her with excitement. He needed her. He needed her.

NOOOOOOOOO! BAD BUNNY! BAD BAD BUNNY! THIS SHOULD NOT FILL YOU WITH EXCITEMENT!

Ken’s gloved hand curls around one of her hands.

Why the fuck is he wearing gloves indoors? Was he roleplaying Kureo Mado? Is that the sort of kinky fuckery they are into now?

This might be a cage – but if it was like this,  then it might not be so bad.

/facepalm/

It had been a good week since she had left.

I had to read this a couple of times because I thought it was from Yomo and Nishiki’s point of view and was about to add them to the fuckboy list.

But in the end, it’s not a lecture as much as it is a hug from Yomo and a playful slap on the arm from Nishiki.

I am glad they went his route and didn’t give her hell for what happened. It is important for her to know she has a supportive place to go home to.

I’ll be there in half an hour, we can go to the place with the cakes that you like.

Bitch, she is traumatized by throwing up and you want to take her out in public to do an activity that will make her nauseous? WTF?!

Yoriko better be in that bakery.

Touka is deliriously happy.

Denial is not just a river in Egypt.

Neither of them notice a pair of watching eyes from outside of the bakery. A man woman in a black trenchcoat  an apron smiles, and then laughs.

…

Somewhere, Kosaka Yoriko is laughing.

Here, fixed that last paragraph for you.

Well, putting aside the emotional trauma this chapter put me through, this was a really well written chapter. I can’t remember the last time I felt so frustrated by a character in a fanfic or so invested in the story in general. I am angry with you in the best way possible because I don’t know if I can wait till next week for a new chapter, the clowns getting involved should make things fun not.

Looking forward to the next chapter but for now, I will just go get depressed about the pathetic state Touka is in.

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[fandomlife-giver]

His Maid, Up In Flames

Summary: The smoldering cries of an infernal beast echo throughout the streets of London. And for some reason, I find myself without a master. Would you, by chance, wish to enter into a contract with me? Worry not. When the time comes, I shall plunge you into a deep, fathomless, soothing darkness as gently as possible. The pain shall be brief.

Next Time on Black Maid: "His Maid, Up In Flames"

You see, I am simply one hell of a maid.

Pairings: Sebastian x Demon!Reader

@wintersdoll​

Warnings: Death, fire

Word Count: 4021

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"You were such a sweet, pure girl, Abigail. But your mother ruined it by fornicating with that demon. I never thought I would find myself cleansing you, of all people. "

She stood and turned around, spreading her wings. "Very soon, not only will you be pure, but you will become one of us. An angelical fiend, indeed."

"I'd rather watch my mother's death a thousand times before becoming a monster like you."

She chuckled. "Monster, am I? A simply horrid thing to call someone. No, I cleansed your mother. She was very impure."

I slammed the doors shut and walked forward. "And you believe you will do the same with me? This little trick of yours, it won't work. You can't fool me and you will not cleanse me!"

My voice had changed into something darker and this made her gasp and hold herself. "Oh my...you are covered in impurity. The sins you've committed, your way of thinking, the very body you wear is unclean!"

Your fingers twitched against the wood as your nails began to lightly tap on the railing.

I was forced back and landed against the wall. And away from my meal!

I cursed under my breath as I looked to the culprit and my eyes widened. A woman in white. With large white wings. It was her. The Angel.

"You..." My voice was different. Deeper, inhuman. It was demonic.

My anger was fueled as I stood and charged for her. But before I could reach her, she spread her wings, a blinding light erupted and I shielded my eyes. Once it finally died down, I moved my hand and opened my eyes. She was right in front of me, and she was smiling.

My hands shot out for her throat, but before they could do what I wanted them to, she placed her hand on my face. Her fingers circled around it, covering my eyes.

"Don't worry. This will all be over soon."

With those words, my eyes rolled back and there was darkness.

Your nails were tapping furiously now, to the point where the very wood began to chip and a small hole was forming.

A loud rumbling erupted beneath my feet and I glanced down to see the bottom of the well. The water boiled to a sizzle and it became red. As red as blood. It made me attempt to swing back even more, but I froze when I heard a demonic male voice.

The chain holding me over suddenly snapped. I gasped as I fell. My eyes wide and my heart beating non-stop until I hit the water.

"My, you really are torturing that poor railing."

Your nails stopped their symphony of destruction. Slowly, your head turned to look at the person who was leaning against the wall with his hat over his eyes. As he stepped out of the shadows, your eyes narrowed.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

A small smile formed beneath the bowler hat that shielded his face. "Oh, me? Why, it's as if you don't know me at all."

You pushed off the railing and slowly walked towards him. "I don't know you. All I know is who you are. So, here is my question...why are you here?"

He laughed under his breath and shoved his hands in his pockets as he began to circle around you. "So suspicious. And protective of that little human that is drooling over a crate of cabbages right now. I never can understand how much effort you all put into your meals. The problem is, he's not even your true master. Is he, Felis?"

He unexpectedly spun around and his feet skid across the floor to a stop as he faced you. "So, here is my question..." His eyes lifted up and his steel blue orbs stared straight through your red ones as the ghost of a curious smirk appeared on his face. "Why exactly are you here?"

Your lips remained sealed as your eyes stared as a threatening warning back into his. "He sent you, yes? To take me back. I hate to inform you of this, but you wasted the trip. I have my reason for being here and that reason is about to be fulfilled. I will return, just not yet. By the end of today, I will have no purpose of being here. His little flying monkeys interfered after I warned them, they failed their mission, and they paid the price."

While you spoke, he had been moving his head side to side in boredom, but then stopped.

"Ah...you mean Azah and Luesir. He actually sent them? That was doomed to fail from the start. He's a fool for believing otherwise." He looked back up at you. "Let me guess...it has to do with the Angel, right? I hear she's been quite busy these past few years. We've had so many new souls coming in to be tortured. Those reapers must be pulling their hair out. Especially since she trespassed into their precious library and stole their precious cinematic records."

He sucked in air through his teeth and walked closer. He passed by you, then turned around and you felt his lips by the shell of your ear. "I'm not his toy, Felis. I don't act as he tells me. I am not a messenger boy and I could care less about your human or where you end up." He straightened up and let out a sigh. "But, I do part-time of being a delivery boy."

You watched from the corner of your eye as he moved behind you and you felt something fall around your neck. "It's a gift from him. He hopes this will be enough to persuade you back into his arms." There was a click that sounded. He rubbed his hands down your arms and smirked.

"The boy was right. You look much better with your hair up. It shows your beautiful face."

You glanced down and saw the black jewel that rested in the crease of your breasts. He stepped back and walked ahead of you. "I am only here out of boredom. Everyone is preparing for the events that will unfold tonight. It seems you have been for a long time, as well."

He grinned. "This will be quite the show."

You expected him to keep walking, but he stopped his feet and glanced back at you. "How about we make a deal?"

You rose an eyebrow. "A deal?"

He smiled. "Tell you what, after this game of yours ends, I'll tell him that by the time I arrived you were long gone and I wasn't able to find you. And in return..."

You tilted your head. "In return what?"

He gave a small shrug. "Just, when this is all over for you, there's something I want you to do for me."

"What is it that you want?"

A wide smirk pulled at his lips as he slowly looked up at you. . . .

During your encounter, what you didn't know was that Ciel had already woken up. He slid out of the wall of boxes he had pressed himself against and looked around.

But as he moved to leave, he bumped into something. He stepped back and looked up at the man who grinned down at him.

"U-Undertaker?" . . .

"Oh my god!"

"What's happening?"

"It's everywhere!"

You stood watching with an anticipating smile on your face. Your fists gripped the railing at the front of the ship while the passengers were staring and screaming in horror.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Ciel run out and once he saw it too, he stopped in his place. You focused back on the sight of England, the entire land that they had called home, completely engulfed in flames of fiery rage.

He walked closer to the railing and only stood there, staring in frozen shock that he hadn't even noticed who was standing beside him.

"What a sight to gaze upon. She did say she was going to put on a real grand finale."

Slowly, he turned and looked to the person who stood beside him. "Wait...it's you! What are you doing here? You live in Paris!"

You narrowed your eyes as you turned to him. "How exactly would you know where I would live? You don't even know me. If you even cared for your safety, you would have stayed there. Now it's too late. What happens next will be beyond even your control, Ciel."

He had to look back at you again. "What did you just say? I barely even know you, who gave you permission to address me by my name?"

A frown replaced your smile as you glanced down at him. "Ever since you could speak, that's all you've been lecturing me about. 'Y/N, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Ciel?'"

His breath hitched.

Flashback...

"Y/N, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Ciel?" He said while poking your side.

You chuckled. "My, my, you have been spending far too much time with Lady Elizabeth, my young lord." You said with a smirk as you both walked up to Your master and mistress.

He took a step back and his hand slid back on the railing. You rose an eyebrow and turned your body to fully face him.

"What's wrong, Ciel?" You couldn't help the smirk on your face. "Cat got your tongue?"

He stopped waling backwards once he saw the pink glowing eyes through the bandages. You smiled as you reached up and tore the wrappings that covered your face. They fell to the ground and you looked up at him.

His face at first was unreadable, but then he unexpectedly ran forward and wrapped his arms around you. The force of it made you slightly loose your footing. You gazed down in surprise.

This was not the reaction I was expecting.

He buried his face in your stomach and you heard him muffle one word. "Y/N..."

With a still confused expression, you rubbed his head and wrapped an arm around his waist. "Hello, Ciel."

"Hehehehehehe, my, you all put on quite the show!"

You looked to the side and your eyes widened. "Unnie? What are you doing here?"

Ciel let go of you as you ran to Undertaker and pulled him into a hug. He giggled and held you close to him. "I think the real question right now is where have you been, dearie?"

You smiled as you pulled away. "I've had a few arons to run." You turned and looked back to the flaming land that was growing closer.

Your smile fell. "And it seems my work is yet to be finished." . . .

A belt of laughter rang out over the buildings that were burning from the inside out, echoing in the heads of those who were on the verge of burning to death or running from it and the person who had released it was grinning from ear to ear.

"Look at this filth. it's absolutely horrid."

As his eyes moved around, they landed on a figure who was running with a maid. "He's here. He made it all the way back to London on his own?" He turned and looked over his shoulder at the figure behind him. "Tell me, what do you think of the view?"

The person stayed silent, and Ash turned all the way around. "Speak your mind."

Sebastian had a frown practically glued to his face, his eyes glistening in boredom. "Compared to the Great Fire of London in 1696, this one burns rather slowly."

Ash smirked. "Yes. Well, filth takes time to burn." He lifted his arms and the fire was fueled, rising it up to burn even more of the city. "Soon, it will all be cleansed." he turned back around and hummed.

"You know, when I pictured this moment, I will admit it was always with Y/N and I watching side by side. Do you think she would enjoy this? I think she would. A very sadistic little kitten, she is."

Sebastian's lips pressed firmly together in annoyance. Ash had noticed this and smiled. "Oh, sorry. A sensitive topic for you, I imagine." He chuckled to himself and as he turned to look again at the city below, his sight had stopped and moved back to a few buildings across.

He saw a dark figure moving quickly in the shadows, running and jumping from rooftop to rooftop. His amusement began to fade.

"Despite al the good qualities she possesses, she is a fool. Always has been and always will. I gave her a chance to be something. To be who she truly was, but she rejected me. She manipulated me for her own use because she has one quality that neither you, nor me will ever have."

His teeth gritted as he watched the figure continue jumping and running on the roofs in sync with Ciel and his maid.

"Loyalty."

After a few seconds, a devious smirk came on Ash's face. "You know, I've been thinking. I wouldn't mind a partnership with you. Especially after the failure with Y/N. With you, Sebastian,  by my side, she will surely crumble and finally fall." . . .

"With you, Sebastian, by my side, she will surely crumble and finally fall."

You stumbled as you landed on another rooftop and your feet slid to a stop at the base of the ledge over the roof.

Your head rose up as you looked to the roof that was only a few buildings away.  The ashes flew in your face as your hair blew to the side by the wind. Your eyes were looking at them.

And you were too distracted to know that Ciel was looking up at you, waiting for you to jump down to him.

"Come on. Y/N, what the hell are you doing?"

When you heard him mutter, you glanced down at him. But your gaze went back to Sebastian.

'Trust him, Y/N.'

You looked down at the ring that was once again on your finger. You stole one last glance at your dear crow, before turning away and jumping on one more roof top.

A loud growl made your body tense up. You looked over and saw Pluto, standing high up on a structure. The collar residing around his neck was glowing, explaining his form of the demon hound. His eyes were glowing a blazing red as every roar he let out released one made of fire.

By seeing his state, you now knew how the town became a fiery wasteland. And by looking at the collar, you realized exactly how he was activated. . . .

Finny was in tears, Mey-Run was covering her eyes and Bard was tearfully loading his rifle.

Ciel watched Pluto in disappointment. "He's too far gone. Take the shot, Bard."

He looked over at Finny and Mey-Rin. "And you two. Crying like children. I expect more from servants of my family."

Their sobbing grew quiet as they, along with Bard saluted him. "Yes, master."

Ciel nodded in approval, then turned around and began running in the opposite direction, leaving his servants to their work.

Bard cocked his rifle and aimed it up at Pluto. Once he was in his sight, just as Bard was about to squeeze the trigger, he was blinded by something. He looked away and realized a black coat was thrown on top of him.

"What the hell?"

Mey-Rin gasped. "It's Y/N!"

Finny pointed up at you as you had jumped on the structure and got Pluto's attention by calling his name. Pluto looked to you and his eyes burned with rage as he let out another roar. . . .

"We can rule the newly born world. The clean world. When it springs for the fire. It won't be difficult at all. All we have to do left is take down the abomination."

Sebastian's eyes narrowed. "And how would that work? For one, my mate cannot be killed. Any attempt of doing so and you would have all of hell along with the grim reapers as your enemy."

Ash chuckled at this. "Death wasn't exactly my intention. I have something far better in mind for our sweet little kitty. She's already weak enough. All I need is you. And that ring she cherishes so much."

He frowned. "I thought I was the epitemy of the uncleanliness you so detest."

Ash stepped forward with his arms spread out. "If you look closely, all things are two sides of the same coin. All contain both the clean goodness of the mind and evil darkness that plagues out hearts."

He glanced to the side. "Y/N is not but one like you or I, she is confused, pulled in different directions. My goal is to guide the way of her natural born purity."

He looked up at him. "And with that purity, she holds a certain power. This power matched matches that of God, she is a being to not be trifled with. To harness and control that power, anyone can rule."

A darkness flickered in Sebastian's eyes as he turned to look at him. "You wish to weaken Y/N even further, to completely break her until she is as lost as a human. Purify her, then create her into a weapon. You want to use her for your own selfishness in order to satisfy your hunger for power."

Ash tilted his head. "I'm not sure about your tone. Don't tell me you would actually care. No?"

Sebastian furrowed his brows as Ash began to unbutton his coat and shirt.

"So you hunger for something else?"

He pulled open his articles of clothing to display his bare chest, that surprisingly had breasts.

"If you hunger, I can come to you as a woman."

His voice had changed into a blend of Ash and Angela. Along with his face, that now looked like Angela.

This made Sebastian's eyes narrow as a spread of darkness filled them.

"It's Y/N!"

By the sound of your name, they were both looking back to the servants. But Sebastian looked up and his eyes widened once he saw you jump on the structure. . . .

As you looked around at your audience, you felt a prideful smile on your face. "Now that everyone is finally seeing me, it's time to put on a show."

You stood up and eyed the large hound that breathed his fire into a building.

"Pluto!"

His head snapped to you and you shook your head in disapproval.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You have been a very bad dog."

A growl vibrated in his throat as he let out another roar.

Your fingers wrapped around the bandages on your left hand. With one movement, they were torn off, along with the ones on your right.

"So, you wanna play, do you?"

You rolled your head around, until you heard a pop from your neck.

A smirk appeared on your lips as your eyes flashed demonic. "Then let's play."

He let out another roar as he charged forward. You stood still until he came close enough, then you jumped up.

He slid to a stop, nearly falling over on the side.

"Over here, puppy."

He turned and saw you standing dangerously close to the edge.

The servants watched in fear. Without wasting a second, Pluto charged again as fire blades from his nostrils. This time, you didn't jump or run, you let him push you down.

His paws slammed down on either side of your head as his body hovered over yours and his tail slapped down, all preventing any attempt of escape.

His teeth snarled. His eyes raged as he let out an intimidating roar in your face.

You coughed a bit due to the foul stench of his breath. His head leaned closer to your face and you went still. Slowly, you rose a hand and lightly petted his nose. For a moment, he made a move to literally bite your hand off, but he started to relax into the touch.

However, as he leaned in closer, your other hand went to his neck. You grabbed around the collar, and at the last second, he growled, but it was too late. Your other hand grabbed it and by using all of your strength, you pulled it apart.

The pieces shattered and fell down to the burning ground below.

You stared at Pluto's eyes. For a moment, he stepped back and groaned out a whimper. But then, as he looked back to you, his eyes slowly returned back. A blinding light erupted and once it died down, Pluto was again, a naked man, quivering in fear. . . .

Everyone stepped back as you landed on the ground with Pluto in your arms. He kept his arms around your neck, so you very slowly placed him on the ground. You picked up a charred blanket off the ground and placed it over his shoulders.

He wrapped it tight around himself and curled up into a bawl, whimpering.

When you stood up, your eyes widened as you were tackled by the servants.

Your back slammed against the flat ground. They were showering you in hugs and kisses and tears.

"Y/N, you're here! You came back!"

"I knew you wouldn't leave us, you're too important!"

"You saved Pluto! We missed you so much!"

You sighed in annoyance. "Yes, I'm here."

You sat up and stood up as the stood and smiled at you.

You brushed off your clothes and narrowed your eyes at them.

"Why are you all here? Why aren't you at the manor? Remember your jobs. Protect the manor no matter what."

Their smiles fell and the atmosphere became quiet. You rose an eyebrow at all of them expectantly.

Bard rubbed the back of his neck as they all looked at each other. Mey-Rin looked at you and stepped forward.

"Um...well...when Pluto began all of this...he..."

Your brows furrowed in concern. "He what, Mey-Rin?"

She sighed in sadness and looked up into your eyes. "It's the manor, miss. It..."

Your jaw clenched and without another word, you turned and ran. Mey-Rin called after you, but you only increased your speed.

No. It can't be gone. It can't . It has to be there!

Not once did your speed slow, you were determined to get there. You needed to see it for yourself.

Though you didn't stop, as you ran closer and closer to it, there was far more damage. Victims of the flames were long dead and charred. There were even still some who were begging for help.

You ignored them.

You turned off into the road that led to the front of the manor. The very first thing you noticed, the woods surrounding the forest were still burning, but were all black and nearly gone.

You got closer and closer, until your feet had stopped. Falling to the ground, your knees sunk in the ashes that now made up the ground.

For the first time in centuries, your confidence had wavered. It was all gone. Everything. Rubble, result of the roof, the pillars, the walls. Only a few were standing.

It felt like an eternity that you stared at the remains.

"Twice, I have seen the fall and the aftermath of this structure. Of the Phantomhives."

Your eyes tightly shut as you stood up. Your legs were completely covered in black, along with your hands.

'No . I-I won't end here. Not like this!!'

The marks engraved on the backs of your hands shined. The ring upon your finger glowed brightly.

'What are you waiting For ? Don't just stand there. Go! End this!'

Your eyes slitted and they, too, glowed a grand pink color. You closed them.

Seconds passed, and once you opened them again, you found yourself standing in the dark corner of a room in the castle. By looking to the side, Ciel was on the floor in a pool of his own blood, surrounded by soldiers.

You smirked to yourself. "Yes, my Lord."

#sebastian michaelis x reader #black butler x reader #black butler fanfic

[beckettsam-blog]

( RICKY WHITTLE, thirty one, cis male, he/him ) – samuel “sam” beckett also known as agent orchard has been an operative for project icarus for a year and a half signing up for the initiative because they want to protect innocent people from the conflict and are currently undercover as a detective. they’ve been described as +altruistic & +valiant. i’d watch out though, because they’re also known to be -indecisive & -restrained, which is probably why they’re referred to as the taciturn

samuel had a pretty happy life before the incident, but he always felt a bit lost

his whole life was a sequence of finding one thing he feels like he can connect to, noticing its faults and how he doesn’t 100% believe in it, leaving, being soooo lost for a few months and then finding another thing…

raised by two english teachers, sam grew up surrounded by books but more than reading them, he had always loved to illustrate them. he could never finish a book without having at some point drawn a scene of it - bringing something that was stuck inside the confines of words or his mind to reality always made him feel quite accomplished

his parents took note of that and always encouraged him to pursue art but also … he was a very lonely kid. no siblings, didn’t really make many friends at school because he was shy and would much rather be by himself with a book or a sketchbook. they got him into boy scouts (yes he was literally a boy scout amazing), various sports because he always has a hard time enjoying any

they tried really hard but he just wasn’t really good at socializing…. and didn’t really care a lot about that

you know what sucked for him? majors. he must have changed them faaaar too many times because he could…. never find passion for any of it, but art. got really really into animation at some point but never really pursued it because it seemed like a far-fetched dream. ended up graduating with a degree in forensic science

and because lmao what is a life plan, after that he joined the marines. there he met some of the very few people he’d ever consider close friends, theo mendoza and parker hart. he only did the four years minimum of active duty before leaving but in those years he saw some shit he couldn’t really let go of. while some things still haunt him to this day, he definitely doesn’t have it as bad as his two buddies - but also doesn’t talk about it. some drawings can be found around his house of destroyed cities, gory scenes and all the horrors of war. it’s the way he channels it and deals with it tbh

why did he join? a mix of not knowing what he wanted to do next and this feeling of worthlessness. the world had problems, what was he going to do to solve them? how could he help? the marines sounded like a solid plan, but soon he started to notice its flaws and disagree with lots of things about it

after that he did the training and joined the police force. after a few years, instead of being promoted to csi as his background would expect, he became  a detective. was he any good at talking to people? no. did he have the energy and boldness to do what it took? ya. plus military service was bonus points for him

he’s very holt like can’t u tell

at some point before being promoted, sam left the job for a few months on leave, after being badly injured in a raid that also killed his partner. he hit a really low place. took his time exploring his alcohol limit (and painkillers at some points), and got so scared once he realized what was happening to him that he never drank again

his relationships never last for long. again, he’s stuck in this cycle. thinks that yeah this is it this is the guy i can connect to, notices that his heart is just not in it anymore or that yup he misjudged them once again bad judge of character when it comes to his personal life and break up. is heartbroken for a few months, meets someone he thinks he can connect with…

has probably rotated through so many lifestyles lbr he’s been vegetarian for 5 months and a quaker for 4

things seemed to be calming down, making some sense at last. he had been dating the same guy, david, for three whole years (after some on and off dating before that). and THEY WERE ENGAGED like he got his shit together for long enough to actually propose to him. he was enjoying his work. felt like he was finally clicking with the people at work. had made some friends which was… not as bad as he’d thought it’d be. and then the incident

david was in town when it happened and he did make it. for a few months, he was a promethean as well, cooperating with government research and all. sam was weary of it all, but hey his cute fiancee was an airbender that’s cool. he didn’t really have any formed opinions on prometheans then, just that there were others like david and as long as they were okay but also trying to keep other people okay, he had no problems at all. and then david got caught in reapers vs fireflies early crossfire

he doesn’t care which side did it. he only knows that the fact that there are sides and they are fighting is not safe. how many others will get killed in their conflict? how many innocent ones? some people approached him a few months after david’s death, talking to him about project icarus and after a looong debate with himself, he joined it, keeping his actual job as a cover

he holds no grudge against prometheans, but fear of what they can do if left to their own devices. above all, he just wants to be a barrier between those who are actively fighting and the innocent ones like his fiancee or humans

sam still sketches to this day. it’s the one thing that always made sense and still does. has a lot of sketches of david, but people don’t get to see those. lots of drawings of the incident and of what some powers might look like

he’s lost again. all that stability he finally found was taken with david. the months it took him to somewhat recover (but lbr he’s still not okay) he drove a lot of his new friends away, isolated himself a lot again, and everything still feels a bit surreal. his life was so quickly changed.

he’s been burying himself in work, trying to find stability through it. and it works at times. he gets really invested in some cases and just has this rush and passion !! and at times it fades away and he’s forced to just drag himself through it

he’s been considering some change. perhaps apply for a csi position at last. maybe move to another neighborhood. date again? he just doesn’t know someone help him

he really likes mangos

….. recently he’s been taking some more notice of the nature of his work for project icarus. not agreeing with it and its methods as much as he did before. paying closer attention to the prometheans he encounters. yup internal conflict again oh boy

he is the quiet awkward guy in the room, who says some joke no one finds that funny and then laughs at it by himself. stammers a little when he talks to some people. is always losing track of other people’s conversations because he got too distracted with his own thoughts. wants to do things by the book all of the time, gets really stressed out when he doesn’t or others don’t

is fiercely loyal like hufflepuff loyal

will follow people who are going off the book with so much saltiness and complaining, but more in a ‘i'm going to make sure no one here gets capital punishment’ sort of way

shit he’s also alec lightwood

he’s the mum friend. a very socially awkward and quiet mom friend

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

COVER FOR ME - detective partner!!! maybe they were officers together and then got promoted and always try to work on cases together. maybe they met as detectives and just… felt right. (icarus people or even PROMETHEANS for the angst)

I PAINT MY OWN REALITY - art buddies, who maybe have seen each other sketch in some park or coffee shop and just… started talking about it. giving each other tips. something very casual, not too personal, just people with the same passion

GHOST FROM THE PAST - childhood pals !! they’d have to have lived in manhattan for at least a bit as that was where he was raised. maybe they lost touch after college or the military, and they’ve seen each other again and !!! could be awkward, could be sweet, maybe they left in not such great terms as keeping in touch with people is not sam’s forte so they could be bitter idk

CUT YOU OUT - a friend he’d gotten very close to a few years ago, when his life was stable, but who he completely shut off after david’s death. now he’s trying to recover that friendship but it’s not easy because he really did disappear while grieving and hasn’t tried to reconnect until super recently

A CHANGE OF HEART - a promethean he’s gotten to know well, either specifically for the project or just out of coincidence. maybe they’ve told them they’re a promethean or he’s seen it OR maybe he doesn’t even know yet. but the conflict between the fearful ideology of the project and this person he knows and how it all fits together

THE BALANCE - okay someone who’s the total opposite of sam. someone who’s very loud and talkative, maybe even over sharing and who’s just so eager. and then there’s him, quietly nodding along. maybe they try to get him to leave his shell sometimes.

#here's agent mango #hkintro #alcoholism tw #death tw #PTSD mention #sorta?? #help me