#And I am sure Ciel got his hots for them
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Firen Lhain: Chapter 1201: Bastion: Part I / III
Taj heard some clanking. He put down the rag and spray bottle and walked through the passenger compartment, pausing as he was about to round into the back. In front of him a Pegasus Cheval Knight stood proudly, glaring at him. "Shit." he voiced.
"Impossible." Ciel voiced as she walked passed the Pegasus. "This is Balios."
Ruby Petal Burst passed Ciel, "Isn't he awesome?!" Ruby asked.
"He's got wings?" Taj asked, "Does that mean he can fly?"
Oscar nervously appeared behind him, nervously looking at everyone. "Hey." Ruby greeted him, and he nervously waved back. Ruby then turned to Oscar, "Jaune won't let me until he has a chance to test it."
"Jaune?" Taj asked.
"Balios!" Ruby exclaimed.
Penthesilea walked up beside Balios, and reached over his folded wings to pet the back of his neck. "I can accompany you." Balios let out an adoring whinny.
Behind them a robotic goat stepped in. "Who's this?" Taj asked.
"A present for Nora." Jaune voiced.
"Alright, now I'm suspicious." Taj said, eyeing the goat.
"If you are curious, he can use Lightning Dust." Ciel simply voiced. Taj stepped passed her to look at the goat, "Not on this ship, do we understand?" The goat let out an affirmative snort. Taj then looked passed him back at the Knights in Green Armour. "Who's your new friend?"
The Green Knights saluted against their longbows. "I am Baron Bertilac, and gravely wish to prove my value to those so honoured."
Taj looked lost for a moment before Ciel spoke up, "He refers to us."
"You, maybe." Taj stated.
"We couldn't have done it without you." Ruby eagerly said to him.
"Where would we be without our pilot to ferry us?" Ciel asked.
"Likely at home, lost in our reverire." Penthesilea added. "I'm sorry, but did you not say that you were the best pilot at hot extractions?"
Taj nervously looked about.
"Go easy on him." Jaune said, "He's more than proved himself."
Ciel looked at Bertilac, who seemed forelorn. "Are you in distress?" she asked him.
"I'm afraid I feel hollow, dame." Bertilac hesitantly said with a distant look.
"Can we help?" Ruby asked.
"I'm afraid we are his affliction." Penthesilea interjected.
"What'd we do?" Ruby asked.
"I'm afraid we were too nice." Penthesilea said to her, and then turned to Bertilac, "I'm sure Ciel would love to spar with you when we get back."
"I would?" Ciel asked, and paused, "Wait, by the inflection, it was a suggestion and not a question." She paused for a moment before looking at Bertilac." A suggestion I will accept." He simply bowed in reply.
* * *
Yang looked through the tourist binoculars at the sights of Atlas. She pulled back and looked at the others on the observation deck. "Neat." she said.
"I have to admit?" Ren asked, "I felt, with you two, in Atlas, we would be doing something a bit more volatile."
"You complainin'?" Yang asked.
"Just surprised." Ren stated. "Pleasantly, so."
"It is beautiful up here." Blake voiced.
Yang looked back over the city, "Yeah, most of my time going to town, it was night, with a lot more fighting." She then turned to look back at the others, "Don't need to fight anymore, you know?" Blake wrapped her arms around Yang's waist from behind while Ren did the same to Nora. Ren's scoll sounded. Nora reached back and pulled it out before opening it.
Ruby's face appeared, "Oh, hey Nora..." she nervously said, and Ren looked over Nora's shoulder. "Oh, hi Ren." she nervously added until something occured to her. "Can I talk to Yang?"
"Yo?" Yang asked, and walked over.
"In private?" Ruby asked.
"Why did you call Ren's scroll if you wanted to talk to Yang?" Nora asked.
"You can." Ren said. Nora shrugged and passed Yang the scroll. Yang then stepped away and crouched down.
"What's up, sis?" she whispered.
"We've got a present for Nora." Ruby whispered back. "Try not to tell her, but, like, you know?"
"What did she say?" Nora asked.
"Nuttin'." Yang replied and closed the connection, walking over to the pair. She held it out to Ren. "Pallets' comin' in, so we should maybe head back?"
"That was the secret?" Nora asked.
"The view is fine." Ren said, looking out over the city. He then looked between the other three in turns, "The company is finer."
"He's got a point." Nora stated, "BUT. I don't want you to let go."
"I promise to return to this pose aboard the Cloud of Hope." Ren sincerly said.
"Okay!" Nora said, stepping out of his embrace.
* * *
Nora was saying something loudly as her head came into view. Her eyes grew wide and in a blink she ran out to him the Bicorn. "I LOVE YOU!"
"What are you going to name him?!" Ruby eagerly asked as she sat with a wagging tail. Nora looked at the Bicorn and then back at Jaune.
"What?" Jaune asked.
"You are like really fantastically awesome at naming." Nora replied.
"I am?" Jaune asked, and turned to Ren. "Ren?"
"Phrased more soberly, perhaps?" Ren asked, and Jaune sighed.
Jaune started looking around, "Where's Ciel?"
Ilia stepped up beside him. "Maybe Blake could help?"
Blake flattened her ears and looked at the Bicorn. "Too many to narrow it down." she shyly said, and Jaune looked back to the Bicorn.
"Wilhelmina?" Jaune asked.
"YOU'RE A GIRL?!" Nora eagerly asked. The Bicorn seemed to think for a minute before nodding. "I LOVE YOU!" she repeated.
Ciel pressed the button to start closing the rear gate. Jaune quickly looked at her. "Wait, where's Aurora?"
Ruby smelled the air. "Is that coffee?" Ruby asked.
* * *
Jaune slumped up against the bulkhead to the seating area. Ilia immediately slipped in next to him.
"Whoa." Yang said to her.
"You can't get mad at me for taking up less space." Ilia simply way.
"What - the - fudge?! Are you calling me fat?"
"The three biggest things about you are your breasts, your personality, and you stance. None of which is an insult." Ilia replied.
"You're pretty fine yourself." Yang said. "But why does that let you get to snuggle him all the time?"
"Because I take up less room than his antlers." Ilia replied.
Yang cupped her breasts, "For the first time, kind of having second thoughts about these."
"I'll make it up to you when we get home." Jaune said as he pulled out his scroll.
"Yes, Daddy." she eagerly replied, and Ilia stuck her tongue out at her. "Oh, you'll get it when we get home, too."
"Pardon, M'Lord?" Ciel asked, "What are you working on? Can I be of assistance?"
"Looking up the technical specs for our new..." he voiced, and looked up at the Great and Chevals Knights. Ruby quickly ran up and sat down beside him.
"What does it say?!" Nora asked.
"I guess we'll start with Wilhelmina." Jaune voiced, "Her horns and her spine are..." he paused and looked at the Cheval Knights, and then at Bertilac. "You guys have spines?"
"I'm afraid I do not know." Bertilac replied.
"Pen?" Yang asked Penthesilea.
"I'm sorry." she said, and bowed.
"Okay?" Jaune asked, and everyone looked back at him, "Horns and spine are forged with Lightning and Gravity Dust. It let's her shoot lightning."
"What does the Gravity Dust do?" Nora asked.
"It creates the path." Jaune replied, and a look of non-recognition appeared on Nora's face. "Electricity always follows the most efficient path. It uses Gravity Dust and weak Lightning Dust to create a 'charged - path' for the lightning to follow." He then looked up at Nora, "It takes basically everything they have to target it, but, it can basically call down lightning. She can also climb anything a goat can climb."
"Which is what?" Nora asked, and Jaune shrugged.
"Next we have Balios." Jaune said, "Obviously can't fly with his wings."
"That's obvious?" Ruby asked.
"I mean?" Jaune asked, "He's even less aerodynamic than Nora?" Nora eagerly nodded. "Wind Dust forged into his wings, which, is a LOT of Wind Dust, like, half a lifetime's worth. This caps his flight time, but with that much Wind Dust, you should probably go to ground anyways."
"Crash?" Nora asked.
"Sleep." Ciel added.
"Ah!" Ruby and Nora replied.
"The Wind Dust is barely enough to keep him flying, and he has standard reaction thrusters in his hooves."
"Like me!" Penthesilea eagerly stated, and her wings poofed up.
"Gah!" Ruby exclaimed as it hit her in the face, "Still really fluffy though."
"I'm sorry!" Penthesilea exclaimed as the wings retracted.
"And the gentlemen?" Blake asked, looking back at the Green Knights.
"Great Knights, all baronet-level or higher. Designed for adverse terrain. They bear longbows and can shift melee weapons like the others."
Ruby quickly jumped to her feet, twising around and landing facing them. "You guys can all talk?"
"I am not certain why you thought we could not?" one of the other Green Knights replied.
"Oh, it's just, you didn't say anything?" Ruby asked.
"We were being respectful of our betters." the Green Knight replied.
"What?!" a surprised Ruby and Nora shouted.
"Whoa." Yang said.
"If I might?" Ciel neutrally interjected.
"What's up, Tock?" Yang asked.
"It is just from his perspective, we are." Ciel replied.
"Which means what?" Yang asked, "We treat them like - shoot... wait..."
"We allow them to prove themselves." Ciel replied.
"Oh!" Yang replied.
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You came downstairs as you did every morning with your maid following slightly behind you. She was a mere waif of a woman, slightly older than you but much, much smaller. There was barely anything to her but she was so very lovely to you. She was in possession of the palest skin, a shock of bright red hair and silvery blue eyes; she was also very quiet. She seldom spoke in front of anyone but you. On this particular day, she told you what was being served for breakfast as you descended the staircase.
"Today we have servings of fruit scones and butter, toast with fresh blackberry jam, hot oat porridge and honey, a selection of fruits and either tea, milk, coffee or fresh orange juice, my Lady," said Dorothy, your maid. You often affectionately shortened her name to 'Dotty' or 'Dolly', the latter because she was so small and fragile--much like a china doll. Even though she was a servant of the house, you would often sneak food away from the table and the food carts transporting meals to and from the dining room to give to her and--when you were able--the other servants. Your parents were kind people, but you weren't sure how they would tolerate feeding others like this.
So you didn't tell them, and neither did they.
"Thank you, Dolly," you said, reaching the bottom of the stairs. You could sense her smiling behind you, knowing that she was now long-used to your nicknames for her. She didn't mind anymore. In the beginning, it had been a little uncomfortable but as you had grown to be friends she had come to enjoy the fond diminutive of her name that you used. "I think I'll have some toast and jam, please,"
Dorothy smiled and nodded, even though you couldn't see her. "Of course, Miss," she said. "And what will you be drinking?"
"Oh! Um...Some orange juice, please,"
Your maid smiled again. She always appreciated your good manners; the last family she had worked for, when she was just a girl, were considerably ruder. You were a true lady, one of distinction and fine standing and etiquette, something you didn't even spare for servants. "Yes, my Lady," she said, and rushed forward to open the door to the dining room for you. It was not something that you liked her to do, but she did it anyway as a way of affording you further respect. You always told her that she didn't need to but she did it anyway. As you entered the room, you saw your father sitting at the head of the table and your mother next to him on his right. Just as you were about to sit in your usual seat--on your father's left--Dorothy approached you again with a tray of food and a letter.
"This came for you this morning, my Lady," she said, setting the tray down and taking the plate of food off, placing it in front of you. She put your orange juice nearby too, and laid a napkin down on the table beside your plate. She then handed you your letter, as well as a paper knife. You thanked her and took both gently from her cool white hands, just before she backed away and stood near the edge of the room waiting for you to breakfast.
"What have you got there, darling?" your father asked as you slipped the paper knife under the seal of the envelope. "A letter?"
"Yes...from Earl Phantomhive," you replied, taking the enclosed letter from the envelope and beginning to read it. Its contents read:
"Dear Lady (F/N) (L/N),
I sincerely hope that this letter finds you in good health. I am writing to formally invite you, and your family, to a Christmas ball being held at my estate on Christmas Eve of this year. You are very welcome to stay at the estate for the entire holiday period.
I look forward to hearing from you soon.
Yours,
Earl Ciel Phantomhive"
You were most surprised to receive an invitation from the Earl at this time, not having put him down as a person who would host parties in his own home. You were more than happy to accept, since your meeting with him through Lizzie had helped you to gain some confidence in the social world. All you had to do was ask your parents to accompany you.
"Earl Phantomhive has invited us to a Christmas ball at his estate," you told them before taking a bite of toast. Your mother looked up gleefully and your father smiled, nodding approvingly.
"That sounds like a wonderful idea," he said, sipping his coffee. "You should write back to him as soon as you've finished your breakfast,"
"I will," you told him, taking another bite. Swallowing, you thought about who else you would see there. Undoubtedly Lizzie would be there, and possibly some other nobles that you hadn't yet had the pleasure--or otherwise--of meeting, but also Sebastian...Your face flushed with heat as you remembered the kiss you had shared.
Why had he wanted a kiss from you? Did it mean anything to him? You hadn't really given it much thought beyond a girlish infatuation, but really a kiss would always mean something to you. It had been your first, after all. At nearly twenty years of age--spent as the daughter of a nobleman--you had lived a very chaste life so far and had never even held proper conversation with a man apart from your father. Sebastian had changed a lot of things.
As you finished your breakfast, another servant came along and began clearing everything away. Dolly came to your side and followed you as you left the room, letting your parents know where you were going. To write that letter of response to Ciel, of course. You came to your private study and sat down at the desk by the window, just as Dolly closed the door behind you both. You opened a nearby drawer and took out your fountain pen and some paper used specifically for writing letters--the parchment had your family's crest in the top right-hand corner.
"What will you say, my Lady?" asked Dolly, knowing that you didn't mind her asking questions about your intentions.
"I will say that we would be happy to attend the ball," you told her, putting pen to paper and beginning to write. "Would you care to accompany me also, Dolly?"
The young woman blushed a little, a sudden rush of blood to her otherwise pallid face that was rather more pink than red. "I would be honoured to go with you, Miss,"
You looked up and smiled brightly at her. You wished that she wasn't your maid so that you could be friends more freely than this. "Then I shall ask the Earl if I can bring you along," you said, and resumed composing your letter. Dolly said nothing else while you wrote away, quickly and in beautiful cursive handwriting. Every time she saw you do that, Dolly felt absurdly jealous because she'd never been able to learn. Not that she'd had much opportunity.
As you finished writing, you took an envelope out of another drawer and folded the letter, inserting it smoothly and carefully into the paper package, taking great care not to crease anything or dull any corners. You closed it, and then took a candle and box of matches out of another stationery drawer. The candle was specially made for creating wax seals, so when you lit the end the candle began to melt and you could smear the hot wax on the envelope. You took the stamp out of the same drawer and pressed it carefully to the wax, waiting until it would have left a perfect imprint of your family's emblem.
You addressed and stamped the letter, and smiled up at Dolly who had been watching you work the entire time. You placed the hot candle--now not in use--on a flat glass paperweight on your desk and allowed it to dry. "Here," you said to your maid, who had clearly been waiting for you to ask something of her. "Please can you post this for me as soon as you get the chance?"
"Of course, my Lady,"
-
The day of the ball had arrived and once again you found yourself in a carriage bound for Phantomhive Manor. You even had Lizzie along with you for the journey, since your parents had thought it would be easier if you just picked her up en route to the party. Of course, the girl hadn't stopped chattering the whole distance there but that was alright. Your mother continued to chat with her, and you and your father just smiled and rolled your eyes. You were the two more reserved characters in your family and only outspoken when it was necessary. You were a mixture of your mother and father but it was easy to see which aspects you took from your father more than your mother and vice versa.
The carriage drew up to the mansion in what seemed like no time at all after collecting Lizzie from her family home. You were very excited, and you knew exactly why. But you couldn't tell your parents that.
"Welcome to the Phantomhive Estate," said Ciel, greeting your parents. He smiled gently at you, as was customary for the host of the ball, and bowed. "And welcome back, Miss (F/N). I hope that your stay will be a most pleasant and festive one. We have provided for our guests every comfort and luxury available, so I hope you will make yourselves at home,"
"Thank you, Lord Phantomhive," said your father, shaking the young man's hand. It was common for your father to do this, you realised. He was very well-known and very high ranking, but that didn't make him at all arrogant. He liked to shake the hands of others to show his friendliness towards them. "You have a most splendid home,"
You smiled to yourself, remembering how Ciel had given you almost the very same compliment at the ball your father had hosted not long before. You glanced around you and saw Sebastian stood nearby for the convenience of his master. As your eyes met you recognised immediately the same intense, expectant expression as that which he'd worn when you departed the estate last time you came to visit. You wanted to go straight over to him and speak to him right away but that would, of course, have been construed as odd and more than just a little suspicious.
You didn't want that. You simply regarded him while keeping your gaze soft.
"Beautiful as ever," he thought as he watched you from across the hall. His gaze wasn't even torn from you when Lizzie launched herself at Ciel.
Struggling with the cumbersome blonde hanging off him, Ciel called across to Sebastian. "Please take our guests to the salon for refreshments," he said, acting as though he was gently hugging her back. The butler approached and bowed to you all.
"It is so very good to see you again," he said smoothly, addressing all of you at once. "Please follow me,"
You followed the suave, darkly-dressed butler to the drawing room where two other guests were already sat waiting. Sebastian didn't even get a chance to introduce you to them as the male of the pair leaped up and bombed over to your father.
"Marquess (L/N)!" he gushed, shaking your father's hand. He had a distinctly European accent which you placed very quickly; the man was French in origin and your father seemed to know him quite well. "It is so good to see you, my friend!"
"And you, Monsieur Guillaume," he said, shaking his hand in return and patting him on the shoulder. "It is very good to see you indeed,"
"And is this your lovely family?"
"It is. My wife and my daughter, (F/N)," said your father, proudly introducing you to him.
Sebastian, stood at the door, suppressed an angry scowl as the charming Frenchman kissed your hand.
"Your ladies are very beautiful indeed," he crooned, winking at you and backing away. "Ah! How rude of me! My name is Jean Guillaume, and this is my sister Marie," he said suddenly, introducing the lady behind him. She was incredibly pretty, you thought, and it made you extremely jealous. She wore a dress in a light lilac colour which went very well with her light blonde hair.
You suddenly felt very insecure.
"Yes, well..." sighed your father, moving to protect you slightly. "While they may be beautiful, please keep your hands to yourself, sir," he said, laughing slightly. But you could clearly hear the warning in his voice.
Guillaume laughed and went back to his seat, offering you and your parents seats on the sofa opposite him and his sister, Marie. She eyed you with curiosity as you sat but soon her attention was drawn away by Sebastian offering you all some tea.
"Yes please..." you said as he asked you individually if you wanted any. He smiled serenely and began to pour you a cup, waiting for Lizzie and Ciel to join you if no other guests would be arriving for the time being. As Sebastian handed you your tea, you realised that he had made it just the way you liked it with slightly more milk and sugar than usual. It was simply nicer when it was sweet.
"He remembered..." you thought as he passed the cup and saucer to you. Just then your eyes were drawn to Marie batting her eyelashes at him, even though he wasn't looking at her but rather your father as he spoke to him. You weren't paying attention to what they were talking about but you found yourself suddenly incensed by Marie's behaviour. It was ridiculous, you thought, that you could be so angered by one woman attempting to flirt with a man who wasn't even yours to be jealous over...but it was still the way it made you feel.
You sipped your tea delicately and did your best not to spill it on your pastel blue dress. You had worn one of your favourites for the first day there, and had brought with you one slightly more extravagant dress for the ball and a couple of others for the other days you would be spending there at the Phantomhive estate. Just then, Ciel entered the room with Lizzie and four more people in tow. Two were very handsome young men who looked to be Indian in origin, and the other two looked to be Oriental--a man and a woman.
"Everyone, this is Prince Soma Asman Kadar, the twenty-sixth child of the King of Bengal of India and his..."khansama", Agni," said Ciel, introducing the two Indian men respectively. You smiled as he clearly struggled with which term to actually use for this Agni fellow. "And this is Lau and Ran-Mao," he added, gesturing first to the man and then the woman. You took notice of how he didn't give any indication of how Lau and Ran-Mao came to arrive together but you were sure that you would find out at some point.
Soon enough, the room was filled with happy discussion of the evening's entertainment and other topics of conversation. You happily looked around at everyone--less so at Marie--and listened in rather than contributing. Just beyond the sofa opposite you, you met the gentle yet watchful gaze of Sebastian.
You blushed hotly as he flashed his eyes at you--an almost invisible gesture made for your eyes only--in the form of a quick widening and relaxing of his eyes. It was almost...suggestive in its nature. More than anything, it made you long to be alone with him again as you had been in the carriage before, on your way home after being rescued.
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That evening, you descended the stairs from the same room as that which you had been given during your last stay at the Phantomhive estate. This time, for a ball, you wore not a bold, deep-coloured ensemble but a rather more demure yet still distinctly mature number in wintry silver. For once your mother had allowed Dorothy to be the one to help you prepare for the party and so she seemed to be quite happy with her handiwork for a change.
There were a good many more people now in attendance at Ciel's Christmas party and once again you found yourself being stared at. This time, you made a conscious effort to look around for Sebastian. The music floated on the warm air as it had at your father's ball previously, and snow fell thickly beyond the windows. Christmas decorations bedecked the walls and furniture, and everything positively glowed and sparkled.
-
Sebastian returned to the ballroom with a tray full of glasses of champagne--Ciel had decided that even the youngest people in attendance (Lizzie and himself) should be allowed the luxury of drinking a little that evening--and nearly lost his balance with it as soon as he saw you. You outshone everyone there, and he found himself unable to breathe. You were a vision in silver, as delicate and beautiful as the crystals that adorned the room and the snowflakes that fell outside. From that moment on, the evening for him was all about the comfort and happiness of one.
You.
Notes:
Hello my lovelies!
Hope you're all well! Chapter Ten is now complete, next one is a work in progress. I apologise if the writing is a little different to previous chapters; I'm having a bit of writer's block at present and it's proving quite difficult to shift; it is resulting in quite long-winded storytelling...Hope the story's enjoyable anyway! ^_^
- SooperChicken
Chapter 11: Merry Christmas
Summary:
On Christmas Eve, celebration and merrymaking is underway at the Phantomhive estate. Of course, it is an unusual occurrence indeed for the young Earl to host such a party but everyone seems to be having a good time--even him. As midnight approaches, everyone gathers around to toast the merriest day of the season.
There could be much more in store for you, though.
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"Mademoiselle..." said a smooth, velvety voice. You looked up and saw Monsieur Guillaume bowing to you and offering you an outstretched hand. "May I have this dance?" His smile was flawless and his eyes were warm and soft as they rested on you. You felt somewhat at ease but the notion of dancing with anyone but the man who made you enjoy it made you apprehensive.
You offered him a little smile, one that clearly portrayed your shyness, and took his hand. You were the daughter of one of the business associates of this man, and you were supposed to behave like a noblewoman all of the time, regardless of who you were associating with yourself. As he led you out to join the other happy dancers, you thought about your duties as the Marquess' daughter and how you hoped that this would be over soon. Handsome though Jean was, you couldn't help feeling the same discomfort with him as that which you felt with Aleistor Chamber.
"You dance like a princess," he said, twirling you round. You looked away, managing to muster a blush this time that excused your lack of words. Your averted gaze came to rest on Sebastian who stood on ceremony next to Mey-Rin, who was also providing the guests with refreshments that evening. You suppressed what you knew would appear on your face as a scowl, seeing Marie chatting away to Sebastian. You weren't sure just how much attention he was paying, though, for he suddenly glanced away from her and straight at you. You turned your focus back to Jean and continued to dance.
The dance was very long but the more you went along with it the more you found yourself forgetting about your dance partner's sister and the man with whom you found yourself...romantically interested.
How did you feel about him? How exactly could you describe it? You didn't know, but you hoped that the niggling, nameless feeling would soon make itself known.
The music began to slow and then finally stopped; Jean let you go. He kissed your hand so gently it was like being kissed by sunlight. It had a sickeningly sweet quality to it, like having affection showered upon you by fairies. Very odd, considering this was a fully-grown man with no elfin qualities whatsoever. Looking around the room, you noticed that Sebastian was now speaking to your father. They seemed to be chatting quite amicably, when suddenly they both looked over at you.
"Are they talking about me?" you thought to yourself, moving over towards Lizzie. She squealed and hugged you tightly, almost as if she hadn't seen you already that day.
"You look so beautiful again!" she cried, bouncing up and down while holding your hands. "Where do you get it from?!"
You blushed and searched for an appropriate answer to give her. "Thank you...You're too kind, Lizzie, really," Just then you heard someone behind you clear their throat. "O-oh...Sebastian," you said, suddenly beginning to tremble in his very near presence.
"Good evening, Miss (F/N)," he said gently. "Are you feeling alright? You look quite...flushed,"
"Ah! I'm fine, thank you..." you answered honestly. Clearly your blush was quite obvious but that didn't deter you from making a good appearance that evening. You were determined not to let your timidness undermine you. "Is there something I can help you with?"
"I was just speaking with your father and, with his permission, I have come to you to ask for a dance...Would you do me this honour?" he said, keeping his voice low.
Your heart leaped for joy and you smiled, taking his hand. It felt quite...good to hear him speaking as though he knew exactly what he wanted, to hear him getting straight to the point and not beating about the bush. You had wondered when you would next get the chance to dance with him as you had at your father's party before. "I would be delighted," you said, following him away from Lizzie. You turned back to her and mouthed that you would be back shortly.
The music was one of the more classical Christmas pieces and you looked up at Sebastian wondering how a demon could pretend to partake in human festivities like this. He caught you staring and smiled, pulling you closer to him. "Is something the matter, my Lady?"
"Uh, no! Nothing at all!" you stammered, downplaying the reason for your close analysis of him. His grin widened, indicative of the fact that he didn't really believe you. He stood out greatly in the ballroom, a dark figure in an almost golden setting. It seemed to suit him very well, even better than the Earl himself. There was just something so majestic about him...
You suddenly realised how emotionally invested in him you were. You couldn't believe, at this stage, that you had allowed yourself to bring your heart so close to a demon.
"Very well," he said at length, tipping his head slightly to one side and smiling--sweetly?--at you. One of his eyes became hidden behind his fringe and it became clear that he was trying to beguile you. You knew that there was something else on his mind and you were right. "So tell me, Miss...Do you like that man?" he said, nodding his head towards Jean. Your eyes widened in surprise and you shook your head.
"Please define what you mean by 'like'..." you said, keeping your voice low as he had earlier. You grinned at him exactly as he had at you moments before. It was rapidly turning into a game.
He smiled at your coyness. He loved it. "Do you care for him? Would you accept his affections, were he to offer them to you?" he growled, gently massaging the soft part of your waist with his fingertips. "Would you...go with him?"
Your body tensed and heated up very quickly as he led you through a quick turn in the dance steps. His red eyes were almost molten and burned into you with a kind of intensity you'd never seen before. It was passion, you knew that much. It made you tingle with excitement and anticipation; what did he want from you?
"N-no..." you stuttered, trying desperately to get the words out. "I don't feel that way about him..."
"No?"
You searched his face for any signs of why he was asking you those questions in such a purring, seductive voice. "No," you said. "I don't,"
He smirked and loosed a low chuckle. "Good," He spun you out of the hold he originally had you in, keeping a firm but gentle hold on your hand before bringing you back. As you spun back, you found yourself with your back against his chest and his arm around you. He leaned in and whispered to you, "I'm sure you remember me telling you that I can be very selfish..."
Your skin prickled with the warmth flowing around your body. He was so close to you, still moving in time with the music, and if you had so much as tweaked the position of your head he would have been able to kiss you again. Your breathing went ragged as you breathed in and felt him smirking against your neck. He twirled you around to face him again and resumed the usual position for the dance. This time he brought you so close that your chest was pressed up against his.
"You're blushing," he said, pointing out the vivid colour of your cheeks.
"...!" You couldn't say anything, momentarily, but soon found your confidence. "No, I'm not!" you protested, giving him a playful, childish pout. He chuckled.
"What a charming young woman you are..." he murmured, scanning your face. He was much different to how he had been before, you realised--his behaviour was much more suited to a demon, now. It didn't make you feel at all uncomfortable, though. You wondered why that was. His eyes traced all of your features, from your eye region to your nose, your cheekbones, your jaw and finally your lips. His gaze trailed slowly back up to look at you properly.
He was about to say something else when suddenly the music came to an end. He let go of you and did as he had the first time you danced; he bowed and then kissed your hand, kissing over the part of your hand that Jean had, covering the mark.
"Thank you for the dance..." he said, leading you back to Lizzie.
"You're...more than welcome," you replied, finally finding within you the confidence to play his game. As he bowed and walked away, Lizzie began chattering away to you as if nothing had happened, and as if you'd never left her side.
The only unsettling aspect of this otherwise happy scene for you was the vicious glare shot at you from across the room by Marie Guillaume. You ignored her and cheerfully returned to concentrating on Lizzie.
-
Everyone gathered around in a great circle as the great grandfather clock in the room indicated that it was five minutes to midnight. Everyone held a glass of champagne each, ready to toast to the dawning of Christmas Day. Lizzie stood with Ciel, your parents stood together with you by their side, the Guillaume siblings stood together and everyone else who was there with somebody gathered with their loved ones. Ciel had even allowed Baldroy, Finnian, Mey-Rin and Sebastian to toast--in the name of keeping up appearances, of course--but Sebastian remained completely sober for the sake of maintaining service for the guests. As the twelve chimes to midnight began, people began to count with it.
"Five...! Four...! Three...! Two...! One!" they chanted, and the clock sang its tune to announce the beginning of the new day. Thick snow tumbled from the cold, dark sky outside while everyone raised their glasses in the golden warmth, bidding everyone a 'Merry Christmas' and hugging each other. You smiled happily and took a sip of champagne after raising your glass to everyone in the circle with you.
As people began to disperse, certain party-goers began saying their good-nights and making their way off to bed. You saw the beautiful snow falling beyond the windows and thought to yourself how it had been so long since you had seen a white Christmas...The part of the country that your family called home often saw more rain than snow during the holiday season. Despite the obvious cold, you slipped outside to enjoy the snowfall.
No sooner were you outside than you realised that, if you were to venture out into the whitewashed garden, you would instantly be ankle-deep in snow. Thus, you remained on the covered patio watching the snowflakes flurry before your eyes. The stars in the night sky were replaced by equally white snow crystals. The creak of a door opening resounded behind you and you whirled around to see who it was.
"What are you doing out here in the cold? I thought you would have learned your lesson by now..." said Sebastian, raising a questioning eyebrow at you. His lips were not without that trademark smirk of his, though.
"I just like the thought of having a white Christmas, for once," you said honestly. "I don't much mind the cold when there is a good reason for it,"
He nodded as though he understood. Of course, he didn't really but he could at least act like he did. "You really are a fascinating creature..." he murmured, coming closer to you. "Look at you, though...Your skin is almost blue with cold,"
"Oh...I hadn't noticed," you replied, doing your best to compose yourself while thinking about what he said just before. When he was around you felt much too warm...He had a rather incredible effect on you. He moved even closer to you, offering you the natural warmth he emitted from his person. You stood there watching the snow fall, the entire world being silent beyond the house. You could only just hear the sounds of merriment and laughter inside the house.
The silence was suddenly broken by Sebastian, who you hadn't realised was watching you intently.
"You look as though you have something on your mind, my dear," he said gently.
It was true, you thought. You were pondering your next course of action with regards to telling him that you knew what he was. He just...didn't scare you. The nature of his existence only served to remind you of...previous experiences. You had also been meaning to talk to your parents about that too...
"Yes, well..." you said quietly, listening to the wintry sounds of quiet, seemingly distant wind blowing across the snow. "It isn't of any importance..."
"Everything has some degree of importance," said the butler, in a tone that you could only describe as reassuring. "Especially if it troubles you,"
It was all so confusing...One minute he could be very kind and gentle, the next he could be intense and alluring...He was difficult to decipher. You thought about telling him for another few moments, until finally plucking up the courage to tell him--or at least imply to him--what you knew.
"How do you endure human whims like those you see in there?" you said, nodding your head over towards the house. Daring yourself to look at him, you realised he knew exactly what you were insinuating. You pressed on, elaborating on what you had already said. There was no backing out of it now. "I can't imagine how simple we must seem in your eyes,"
He released a low chuckle from the bottom of his throat. You weren't sure what that meant for you. "So you had an inkling, then...?" he said calmly, looking ahead into the snow and no longer at you.
"Yes..." you confessed. "I have since that night you found me walking the corridors..."
You froze stock still as he said nothing. Glancing at his face, you saw his eyes flash fuchsia...just before he pinned you to the wall. You squeaked, but not strictly out of fear.
"What are you doing?!" you gasped, pushing back against him. You weren't quite as desperate as you'd thought you would be in this position--you had considered having to fight back after telling the demon that you knew his secret--and he knew that. He was showing his true colours now. His demonic nature. But he wasn't holding you as firmly as he could have been.
"I shouldn't allow you to walk freely with this knowledge," he said darkly. You took note of the now scary smile on his face. It spoke of all kinds of pain but for some reason you didn't feel it threatening your very being. "It is not something that I, or my master, like people to know,"
You shivered slightly in the cold. Still he didn't scare you. Somehow you trusted him. It was time to be bold, and daring. "I don't believe that you'll hurt me," you said in a stronger voice than you'd originally intended to use. "I challenge you to prove me wrong,"
He searched your eyes for answers to all of his questions. Why were you so damn beautiful? So strong and yet so quiet? How could you be so clever with your words that you could even sway the instincts of a demon? You had many facets to your personality, and it enticed him to unlock them all...
His eyes softened and returned to the colour you knew. He stopped pushing you to the wall and wrapped his arms around you instead. His body seemed to become weaker and yet the kiss he pressed to your lips was almost bruising in its strength. "I can't prove you wrong," he growled, and pulled you in for another. "I can't hurt you,"
You lost yourself in his kisses, your face tilted upwards as he ravished your lips until they were swollen with affection. You opened your eyes ever so slightly, and saw above you a sprig of something just as his hand ran up your side, stroking you as though checking that you were real. You put your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, warm bodies pressing up against each other in the cold outside. You moaned a little as he moved to kiss your neck.
As for Sebastian, he no longer cared about the appropriateness of your shared actions. Whether you were the daughter of a Marquess or not, he couldn't resist you and he didn't want you to resist him either. He didn't know how you had come to realise that he was a demon, but he was certain that it would all come in good time. He wanted to touch you, feel you under his fingertips, make you his. He was going to be extremely selfish with you. He didn't even care that it was a human who had brought him to this point of desperation...You were the one he wanted.
You smiled as you realised the sprig above you was mistletoe. Purely by accident you had achieved what was probably Christmas' most romantic tradition. With a demon. He stopped bombarding you with kisses for a moment to see what you were looking at.
"Tsk," he tutted, returning to your neck but not without a smirk. "Humans and their customs..." You squirmed as he nipped at your collarbone, holding your hips to keep you still as he lavished his passion upon you.
Just then, his head flew up and once again his eyes flashed their true colour. He looked to be somewhat irked, and turned to you with regret.
"Is your master calling you?" you asked, resting your hands on the lapels of his coat.
"Yes..." he mumbled, clearly dissatisfied with the circumstances. He leaned in and kissed you again, unable to get enough of you. "I'll be back before the night is at its end,"
He reluctantly left you and returned to Ciel, whom you could both hear calling his name. You would follow soon after, to avoid arousing suspicion in anyone inside, but you watched him go with a violently thudding heart. You would join everyone again soon but Sebastian...He was impossible. Irresistible. Forbidden.
But that was exactly what you were to him. As he walked with resentment of his master for forcing him to part with you, Sebastian considered how out-of-character you made him behave. You brought out a softer side of him, but all the same he couldn't deny his possessive, demonic urges. You made him desire...everything about you.
He would soon get to the bottom of that.
Notes:
Hey everybody!
Hope you're all well! Here's Chapter Eleven for you Black Butler fans, hope it was to your liking! Sorry to spring the hot and heavy stuff on you so suddenly ;D Get ready though, because I've got some very...interesting plans for the next update... ;)
As always, you're more than welcome to leave a comment and let me know what you think; I love hearing from you lovely people! ^_^
- SooperChicken
Chapter 12: Silent Night
Summary:
You sit before the fire, waiting for your demonic suitor--for want of a better descriptor--to return to your side as he had told you he would. As it starts to look like you'll be there a while, on your own, you decide to turn in for the night with disappointment.
But little do you realise, Sebastian is a man who never goes back on his word...
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
The warm, glowing fire before you danced before your eyes as the kindling crackled and snapped away. Embers leaped out of the fireplace and died on the hearth. The snow outside was beginning to fall more slowly and the snowflakes were more sporadic in their frequency. They were lighter and smaller than their brothers and sisters before them. The brightness of the flames bore hotly into your eyes and soon you were forced to look away. You looked at the ostentatious carpet with its intricate patterns and rich, deep colour. The whole room, in fact, was very plush; you hadn't realised it before but now that you sat alone you had every opportunity to take in its lavish beauty.
"I don't think he's coming back just yet..." you thought, thinking of Sebastian. You had only been away from him for an hour, but that was an hour too long it seemed. You let out a deep sigh, following it promptly with a yawn. The gentle light of the fire glinted off the baubles and tinsel in the room, creating a very comforting, homely feel for you. You were tired...Your parents had gone to bed and so had Lizzie. Everyone else staying at the manor had gone to sleep as well. There was nobody to talk to. There was nothing to do. You might as well have been in bed already.
You rose from the plush sofa and straightened the skirt of your dress, smoothing out the creases with your hands. There were no lights on in the room and so you were able to depart without worrying about what the room looked like. That was just your nature; you liked to make sure that you left the room in an acceptable state. You left the room, closing the door behind you to keep the heat in, and made your way towards the stairs. They seemed much larger and like there were far more steps to the top when walking them in the dark and on your own. Once at the top, it didn't take you long to reach your sleeping quarters.
You stood before the full-length mirror near the armoire in the room and turned, taking off your shoes and managing to unbutton your own dress although it was very stiff and difficult. You had sent Dolly off to bed long before, seeing how tired the poor girl was. You could manage, anyway. The dress slipped off your body and you were down to your undergarments but you weren't cold this time; the fire in the fireplace was putting out a lot of heat. You picked the dress up off the floor and opened the armoire, hanging the beautiful gown there on a hook. Walking to the adjoining bathroom, you took off your jewellery and decorative hair accessories and watched as your hair tumbled down. You picked up your brush and started to smooth it out, making sure to catch all the pesky knots. There were relatively few, but you didn't need them contributing to those that would undoubtedly be in your hair in the morning. You hated the sting of your hairbrush catching on matted locks.
You took a tissue and removed the red lipstick you had worn to the ball. The powder you wore on your face remained, but then again it often did until you took a bath. There wasn't time for that tonight; you needed to sleep. You gave yourself a quick once-over in the mirror before returning to your bedroom to put on your nightdress. You often walked around your own quarters at home in your underwear--it was better than potentially being caught walking around without a corset--so you felt as though you wouldn't be in trouble doing it here. Nobody would come, anyway.
Just as you thought that and you had taken your nightdress out of its drawer, you heard a light knock upon your bedroom door. You nearly leaped out of your skin. Your heart started beating more quickly and with greater impact, and you looked around wildly for something to cover yourself up with. The first thing that you spotted was your dressing gown hanging on the back of your bathroom door. You grabbed it and threw it on, fastening the ribbon around your waist to hold it in place over your underwear. You were nervous enough about answering the door dressed in just your corset and chemise with your dressing gown, let alone thinking about what would have happened if they'd seen you without it. Who could it have been, anyway? At this hour...
You made your way over to the door and were about to open it a crack just as there came another gentle tap. You opened it only slightly, peeking out at your visitor. You blushed hotly as you saw that it was, in fact, Sebastian.
"Are you alright, my Lady?" he said quietly, unable to actually see you through the narrow slit in the door. You could see him, though; his eyes held in them an unmistakably sad look.
"I'm fine..." you murmured, opening the door wider. "What brings you here? It's ever so late..."
He glanced over his shoulder at the clock ticking in the hallway. You were indeed correct; it was almost quarter to two in the morning. "You have my sincerest apologies for disturbing you at this hour..." he said, clearly with a degree of regret. "Were you sleeping?"
"No...I haven't been here for long..." you told him honestly. "I was waiting for you in the living room before..."
He closed his eyes for a moment, for reasons you were unsure of until he told you what he was thinking. "I am so sorry..." he mumbled. "I wish I could have come to you sooner but...there was business that my master needed me to help him with,"
"I understand..." you said, offering him a reassuring smile. He didn't have to apologise; he hadn't done anything wrong. He had a job to do and to remain by your side while Ciel was calling for him was interfering with that duty. "You have nothing to be sorry for,"
"I made you wait, late into the night. And then I came knocking while you were preparing for bed...I have been incredibly rude,"
You grinned. "No. You haven't," you insisted. "I would like to know something, though..."
"Anything you desire," His eyes glittered in the darkness, proof of his desire for you. But you didn't notice that...yet.
"How can you be so gentle and...meek one moment, and then so wicked and passionate the next?"
He grinned at you. "Wicked, you say?" he mused. "Perhaps you bring out the best--and the worst--in me,"
You shivered as he said that, not just listening to his words but really hearing them as he spoke in such a low, lustful voice. You could hear the lust, too. It wasn't just something you had imagined. He sounded...hungry, in truth. But not for sustenance. "You didn't answer my question," you pointed out.
He chuckled, a deep and unrestrained sound of true amusement. "If I answer your question will you answer mine?"
"Yes," you said without a second thought. You smiled genuinely at him, your eyes creasing at the corners as you suppressed a giggle of your own.
"Very well then..." he purred. "I have to be seen to be behaving myself, most of the time, but I am afraid that it is you who makes me lose control of that...veneer,"
You nodded your head while grinning, satisfied with his answer. You watched him as he moved and almost completely covered the doorway. He leaned in and kissed you gently but with evident passion. "Nng..." you whined against his lips, creating a little space between you. He smirked. "What was your question?" you asked, running your fingers through his hair.
He laughed again, more softly this time. "Does anyone else know about your...hidden charms?" He wrapped his arms around you and kissed you again, savouring the moment before letting you answer.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Clearly you are not merely the reserved and demure young lady you make yourself out to be..." he growled, obviously enjoying the sensation of having you so close to him. "You have a hidden side,"
You smirked at him, coming closer and kissing his cheek. "Perhaps I just haven't found the right person to show that side of myself to," you whispered. It was true, you realised. You had always had the confidence to be more...cheeky. There was just nobody you ever felt comfortable being cheeky to. But Sebastian was different. He was good fun. You didn't know why he sometimes made you shy and why he sometimes made you bold, but it didn't matter. He emboldened you at this very moment in time. You kissed his jaw and then his neck without thinking.
"So you choose me, a demon?" he murmured, grinning seductively at you. He couldn't tell you that at that moment you were driving him crazy. "Do you know how dangerous that is?"
"Was that supposed to frighten me?" you teased, pulling your face away from his. "What would you do, anyway?"
"Do you really want to know the answer to that?" he whispered, leaning in again as though about to kiss your own jaw. He stopped short and you could feel him breathing gently on the skin of your neck. Suddenly your entire body went rigid as you felt something hot and wet touch you there; he licked your neck, almost experimentally, but you knew better. He was doing it on purpose.
"Y-yes..."
"Are you sure? I'm waiting for a more...assertive answer,"
"Yes!" you hissed, nearly bubbling over with excitement and anticipation.
He stepped forwards, backing you into the room and closed the door. The only light in the room came from the fireplace but you could still see his face. "W-well...?" you stammered, unsure of where this was now going.
"Something I've been planning to do since early this evening..."
Your skin prickled as he came closer, making your body heat up to an almost unbearable level. He positively radiated lust, and the sheer animal instinct to do...whatever it was he was planning to do to you. No matter how human he looked to you, you constantly had to remind yourself that he was a different creature entirely. You allowed him to approach, seeing that he was not going to do anything sudden--yet--and you let him touch you. That touch was electric, sending a jolt of ecstasy through your being as he slid your dressing gown down over your shoulders. He moved slowly, and silently, as he craned his neck to kiss yours. It was a beautiful sensation, as soft lips caressed the equally soft skin there. He was warm, made you feel safe, and made you want to be even closer.
As he kissed you he slipped out of his own jacket, discarding it on the floor before returning his hands to you. You felt one of his hands trail down your body, across your stomach until it stopped at the ribbon of your dressing gown. There was no struggle and no tugging involved, he simply pulled on the little bow as if pulling a silk ribbon from a gift. The robe drooped even further and he pushed it--ever so gently--off your body. Your lips barely parted the entire time, indulging in what was only describable as a tender, sensual moment.
Without a word, he turned you around so that you faced the bed and the window beyond. The pale moon beyond offered little light this time, being a mere sliver of a crescent now. You felt Sebastian's lips touch your shoulder from behind, then as the tip of his tongue ran along your skin. You shuddered a little, wanting more from him but too tongue-tied to ask. His fingers began to toy with your back, fiddling with the laces of your corset. You felt them loosen and eventually give way, the corset itself trying to escape from your body. Instinctively your hands flew to your chest and stomach in an attempt to preserve what very little modesty you had left. No sooner had your hands rushed to hide you than Sebastian's own settled upon yours, removing them from your body. Now neither you nor Sebastian touched your body but even without looking you could tell that your upper body was now fully exposed.
The excitement surged through you as you heard the demon's breathing go ragged before speaking to you, finally. "Sit down," he said, his voice nothing but a rumble. You heard the command in his tone and did as you were told, taking care to cover your breasts as you turned around to face him. His eyes lapsed from red to fuchsia, then back to red as he noticed what you were doing but he didn't try to stop you this time. He bit the wrist of his glove and tugged it off with his teeth in an almost feral fashion. He pulled the other off with his bare hand and you saw what looked like a tattoo on the back of his hand. You had seen it somewhere before...It was his contract seal.
It only seemed to take him a few moments to get out of his waistcoat and shirt, yanking his necktie off along with them. You stared in awe at his toned body, so muscular for such a svelte man. You were so busy admiring him that by the time you realised he was coming towards you and taking your hands away from your body it was too late. He had you on your back on the bed in an instant with your arms above your head. Blushing furiously you looked away from him, staring into the fire as though that would help you to avoid his gaze. You were brought back to attention by his uttering of a peculiar noise.
When you looked back you realised what it was. It matched his expression, at least. It had been a little hum of approval, as though he liked what he saw. It only made you blush harder. Your body felt as though it was on fire, and no amount of water would ever extinguish the heat. You weren't entirely sure you wanted that, though. You wanted him. It had crossed your mind, though, that it could compromise your very soul by continuing with this...with a demon. Your mind shut down, however, and banished those thoughts as he brought his lips to your sensitive, previously untouched breasts. He was much more gentle than you had thought he would be as he sucked the rosy bud of your left breast, and even as he bit it slightly. You squirmed and let out a small squeak of some nameless emotion.
"Did you like that?" he growled, voice absolutely oozing sexuality now. "I want to know all of your soft spots...It'll be our dirty little secret..."
"S-Sebastian..." you gasped, shuddering with pleasure under his fingertips. You didn't need to tell him that you wanted him, despite never having done this before. He was already setting about relieving you of the remainder of your clothing and you were all-too happy to let him carry on with it. Until you realised that it did indeed mean that you would be entirely naked in front of somebody. You wriggled and tried to free your hands from his, the single hand holding your arms in place above your head. He had been planning this all evening?
"Don't hide from me. I want to see all of you," he whispered, holding your waist with his other hand as he manipulated one of your now erect nipples with his tongue. "You're the most beautiful creature I've ever seen,"
He wasn't holding anything back. You didn't know it just from lying there but he was taking his time and enjoying himself. He delighted in making you wait for what he knew you really wanted, in spite of knowing the pain it would cause you.
"Ah...!" you cried out as he released your waist from his hold, moving that hand to touch you in another place where you'd never had contact before.
"Shh..." he soothed, failing to hide the trace of a chuckle entwined with his voice. "We don't want to wake the entire household...As much as I would love to hear you scream..."
Heat shot through your body as he murmured this in your ear, biting it gently in the process. You were fairly sure that your face was a spectacular shade of red but you had little time to entertain those thoughts. Sebastian slowly kissed your lips as he inserted a finger into your body equally so. It was too stimulating for you to even bring yourself to care that it hurt, even with the addition of another finger and the introduction of movement.
"I don't mean that you should be silent, though..." he growled, nipping at your neck.
With no experience of men or sex you didn't know exactly what turned you on yet but you had to admit that everything he'd done so far was pushing you closer and closer to an abyss of what you could only assume was pleasure. And the demanding, bossy side of Sebastian was making it worse; his ideas of taking control were making you wild. To please him you allowed your previously stifled gasps of desire to escape your swollen, rosy lips. But you would have done that anyway, whether he wanted you to or not. It was too much to bear, to keep them in.
Without warning he stooped down and ran his tongue across your abdomen, watching as you writhed underneath him. "Damn her...I can't do this for much longer..." he thought desperately. The next thing you heard was a brief period of rustling and then before you knew it you were being set upon by the libidinous demon; he lifted you into his arms and set you back down on the bed with your head on the pillow. His red eyes had taken on a primal--in terms of demon-kind--fuchsia hue although red they remained, and his raven hair was in a ruffled, unkempt state.
You didn't know how you knew to do it or what made you even try, but your hand found its way towards his--impressive--length. Not that you knew much about the size of men's equipment but it definitely seemed like it could do a good job. As soon as you touched it, though, he loosed an almost savage growl from his throat and grabbed your wrist, pinning it to the pillow next to you.
"Don't,"
"I-I'm sorry..." you stuttered, looking away in shame. Maybe he didn't like it, you thought.
Instantly feeling the weight of what he'd just said and done, Sebastian returned to kissing your neck and took the opportunity to tell you why. "Because if you do, I would hate myself if I hurt you in my excitement..." he whispered, biting your earlobe again. Feeling your body heat up and your head turn to let you face him, you offered him a small, shy smile.
"Alright..." you said, understanding what he was getting at. After a couple more minutes, he didn't look like he could control himself any longer.
"May I?" he murmured, searching your eyes for signs of uncertainty and insecurity. You had been lying naked beneath him for quite some time now, growing more and more desperate for what he could provide you with. He found no such thing written on your face. As soon as you nodded, you tried to relax as he positioned himself at your entrance. He was a demon, so of course he didn't wait around. You gasped and flinched away as he entered you in his entirety, stretching your body to an almost unbearable limit.
"Ah...! Ow, ow, ow..." you whimpered, desperately trying to adjust to him. He didn't give you any time, losing himself to his own unholy urges. His eyes had changed completely and there was no doubt in your mind that he was everything you had suspected him of being. But it still didn't scare you. As he drove himself into you time and time again, the pain eventually subsided and you started to enjoy it more than you had even dreamed you would. Sounds of heavy breathing and skin against skin filled the room and you soon lost yourself in a world of unbridled, unparalleled and utterly sinful pleasure.
-
You awoke the next morning feeling as though you had been liberated, in a way. You smiled as the cold, bright sunlight streamed in and you felt the warmth from the fire which had clearly been stoked to keep it going. Your smile only brightened though as you saw the flower on the pillow beside you, where your lover might have been. Of course, you knew why he couldn't stay.
How suspicious would it have been if he emerged from your room at the same time as someone passed by? Very.
You rolled over and realised that you were still stark naked. It didn't matter anymore, but you pulled the sheets up anyway and picked up the beautiful flower. It was a red tulip. You thought back to what you knew the 'language of flowers' said about tulips. You lived in an era that was absolutely obsessed with sending flowers with the intention of conveying to their recipient a message, and you spoke this language quite well. You hoped that Sebastian did too...
The meaning of a red tulip is 'a declaration of love'. It was less obvious than a red rose, but just as lovely. Had you won the love of a demon, a creature that supposedly felt no such emotion? It was a fanciful thought, and one that made your heart flutter since it was Sebastian in question.
And then you remembered that he stayed true to his word. You smiled.
Notes:
Hello, gorgeous readers!
Hope you enjoyed Chapter Twelve...I don't know how good I am at writing this sort of thing but I had a damn good stab at it! And I think most people enjoy a bit of action with Sebastian Michaelis... ;D
Chapter Thirteen is in the works; things are going to start revolving around you and your family history more than anything, but of course Sebby will be there too! ^_^
- SooperChicken
Chapter 13: New Year's Resolution
Summary:
You have resolved to speak to your parents about a mysterious relic that you found in the mansion's library. It seems to concern your family and it has made you curious, as it seems to bear some significance to you. But your questions will have to coincide with a business visit from Earl Phantomhive, or wait until he goes home.
But the relic may concern you--specifically--more than you realise.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Maybe it was best to speak to your father. He knew more about the family's history than anybody else. Not that your mother didn't, but she'd married into the family so perhaps the lives of your ancestors weren't as well-known to her as your father. Your mind was all over the place as you walked, gripping the scrap of paper in your hand tightly as you went. You were heading for the salon where you knew you would be able to find your father.
"Father?" you called out from behind the door, knocking gently upon it. You could hear him inside and instantly wondered if he had a visitor.
"Come in, sweetheart," he called back, permitting you entry. You placed your hand upon the door handle and pushed it open. As soon as you were inside you saw who your father had been speaking to. You started in surprise, almost baulking towards the door again.
"Oh! Good day, Lord Phantomhive," you said, recognising the boy instantly. He sat elegantly upon the sofa, one leg crossed over the other, and the staff he always walked with was propped up on the furniture next to him.
"Good day, Lady (L/N)," he replied, offering you a small smile. You rarely saw him smile at anybody else; you considered that he did it out of politeness but it didn't bother you. It was nice to receive a smile every now and again. Then it occurred to you that wherever Ciel was, Sebastian was never far. You glanced around and spotted him a short distance away. His eyes were trained steadily on you and he smiled, bowing to you.
"Hello, Sebastian..." you said gently, trying desperately not to let your breath catch in your throat in your excitement at seeing him again.
"Hello, Miss (L/N),"
You noticed his formal use of your surname rather than your first name, presumably to avoid arousing suspicion in your father and Ciel. To be heard using your first name in greeting--during a meeting--could be construed as much too familiar. Of course you were rather more familiar than anybody realised--you remembered very clearly the night you spent together, the first time you had lain with someone. After you had returned home, after the Christmas season, you had often received posies of various different flowers intended to convey different messages to you. You knew they were from Sebastian.
You didn't know where he kept getting these beautiful flowers from--most of them weren't even in season--but you did know that you adored the messages behind them, most or all speaking of love or a compliment. There had been simple flowers, such as red daisies which spoke of a beauty unknown to its possessor. You had blushed to receive them. Others included arbutus--"thee only do I love"--forget-me-not--"true love" and "memories"--as well as gloxinia and gladioli for "love at first sight" and "I am sincere" respectively. The beautiful colours of all of them had served to make them even more charming, and today you even wore one of the flowers in your hair--heliotrope for devotion--to match your light purple dress.
Sebastian noticed. He may have suppressed the smile that would have followed his recognition of those flowers but his eyes sparkled mischievously as he regarded you. You had been accepting his floral gifts just as you had accepted his advances and it brought him a sense of pride.
"What is the matter, my darling?" said your father, looking at you with expectant eyes. "You look troubled,"
You remembered what had happened the last time you had "looked troubled"; you had been seen right through and encouraged to speak out anyway. "I was just...wondering if I could ask you something, but...it can wait. I'm very sorry to have bothered you both," you said falteringly, but trying to maintain your composure. "Please excuse me,"
"Alright, bumblebee...I'll be sure to ask you about it later, yes?"
"Yes...Thank you, Father," you said, smiling and backing out of the room. Sebastian watched you go.
-
"Is the Lady alright?" asked Ciel when you closed the door behind you. "She seemed...worried,"
Your father rubbed his temple with his fingers as he propped his head up, elbow on the armrest of the sofa. He sat opposite the young Earl. "I don't know..." he sighed. "She's an enigma, that girl. I do worry about her myself sometimes...She spends so much time in thought that I begin to wonder what she starts conjuring up,"
Ciel smiled wryly. "An active imagination is not always such a bad thing," he said as though he knew from experience. He sounded rather sage in his contribution to the conversation.
Your father smiled a little as though unsure. "Not always..." he murmured. Ciel turned to Sebastian.
"Sebastian, if Lord (L/N) does not object, please go and see if Miss (F/N) is alright," he said decisively. He looked at your father, who nodded his permission.
After seeing the Lord of the house's quiet response, Sebastian bowed to both the Earl and the Marquess. "Yes, my Lord,"
-
You decided to go looking for your mother instead. Perhaps she would be able to give at least a cursory explanation for the strange artefact you'd recovered from the library. After being unable to find her anywhere else, you found yourself there again anyway so you sat down with a book and began leafing through the pages. Everything was so quiet in there; it was eerily beautiful in its quietness. The only sound in there was the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the other side.
Suddenly you were startled into almost dropping everything in your hands, book and piece of paper alike. You looked up, suddenly feeling rather skittish, but your racing heart was soon soothed by who you saw.
"Sebastian? What are you doing here?" you mumbled, putting the book to one side with the slip of paper between the pages. You smiled and stood to meet him.
"My master sent me to check on you," he said honestly, coming within reach of you. He didn't seem to have any intention of touching you, though. "We were quite worried,"
"We?" you asked out loud, questioning him. "What do you mean?"
"Your father, my young master, and myself," he said, smiling a little. He had rather hoped you wouldn't ask him that question; it was a little embarrassing.
"Oh, I see..." you murmured. You were a little disappointed that he hadn't tried to reach out to you yet. Would it fall to you to make that contact if he wouldn't? "I'm fine, anyway. Thank you for your concern..." You blushed a little and looked down at your feet. He smirked.
"Why are you blushing?"
"I don't know. I can't control it," you replied indignantly, and then realised the trap he had lured you into. He wanted to see if you still had that flame about you, the devilishness he'd seen in you the night he made love to you.
Sebastian felt an electric tingle crackle up his spine as he thought about it. You weren't the first woman he'd been with but he found that he wanted no other but you; you were far more than anything they could ever be. He'd given himself to that night with you so completely that he physically felt the bond he now had with you. He reached out, as he had been longing to do since he saw you enter the salon, and touched your soft (H/C) hair. He gently fondled the purple flowers in your hair with his long, slender fingers.
Ignoring your previous comment about being unable to control your blushing episodes, he spoke in a much gentler voice. "I am very happy to see you wearing these," he murmured. "It is like seeing you bear a mark of mine,"
Heat rushed through your body and you smiled shyly. "I do love them...Thank you so much..." you told him truthfully. You also loved the use of his suggestion that he had 'marked' you. But you had no idea of what he could really do, in that respect. At least, not until he showed you moments later. He leaned in and kissed your cheek, and then your jaw before moving to your lips. You relaxed into his affectionate gesture, leaning into his now very close body. He broke the kiss momentarily, only to return to kissing your jawline. You felt his fingers toying with the high neck of your dress and pull it down slightly, and gasped as he put his lips to the skin that was previously hidden from him. The new sensation of him sucking on the skin was peculiar and exhilarating all at once. Feeling the blood rushing to the surface, where he was kissing you, you put your arms around his neck and held him close.
When he seemed to be finished and ready to return to your lips, he smirked once again and studied the area he had just lavished affection upon. "That is the kind of mark I would like to leave more often..." he growled, covering it up again with the neck of your dress.
"Sebastian, you...You're insatiable," you murmured, giggling as he pulled you flush against him and kissed you harder than before.
"You only have yourself to blame," purred the demon. And he truly did sound demonic at that moment. There wasn't a single thing you didn't love about it. "Now why don't you tell me...what's troubling you?" He nipped at your jaw, enticing you to talk to him. In truth, you were just glad that he'd made the first move.
"N-nothing..." you lied, trying to hide the truth from him about the mysterious note you'd found in the library. You felt the corners of his lips curl upwards in another smirk.
"I would have hoped you wouldn't lie to me, my darling..." he chuckled, taking hold of your waist. He made a movement as though to kiss you again but quickly pulled back, holding you in place in front of him. "But if you'd rather not tell me you do not have to,"
You knew what his angle was but you succumbed anyway. He'd made you feel bad for lying to him; you felt guilty enough as it was. "Alright..." you said, sighing. "I found something about my family in the library a couple of weeks ago...I wanted to ask my father about it,"
"I see," Sebastian mused, using his thumb to gently rub your side. "Well I'm sure your father will be able to answer any questions you have about it,"
"Yes, I hope so," you said. You really did; it was concerning to say the least. You wanted to know why the artefact seemed to speak about you...Or at least someone eerily similar to you, in description.
Just then, Sebastian turned his head towards the door before looking sadly back at you. "My master is wondering where I am. I ought to return to him soon..."
"Ah, yes!" you exclaimed, remembering that he did--in fact-- still have a job to do. "I'm terribly sorry...I've kept you too long already..."
He seized your lips in a hot, passionate kiss. "I don't want you to apologise for enticing me away from him," he growled in between kisses, bestowing them upon you one after the other in rapid succession. "You are...my liberty,"
You froze still as he gave you one last peck on the lips. He smiled and left you alone in the library, leaving as silently as he came.
"I am his "liberty"? What does he mean by that?" you thought as you watched him go. You traced your lips with your index finger, feeling the tingle of the demon's kiss. He had rendered you obsessed with him but you didn't mind. No matter how sinful it was to love him you couldn't help yourself.
You would speak to your mother soon about the note.
-
"Mother? Are you in here?" you called out to her, hearing somebody bustling around.
"Yes, dear, I'm just in the dressing room. Come in," she replied. She was looking for something; she was always quieter when she was looking for something. You walked into the room and saw her rifling through drawers and the pockets of various winter coats. "What is it, darling?" she said over her shoulder, sensing your presence.
"I was wondering if I could ask you about this..." you ventured, reaching out to her with the scrap of paper. She whirled around and looked at what you were holding out to her. Her eyes grew ever so slightly wider and you heard her suppress a gasp.
"Where did you find that, dear?" she asked, trying to keep her voice calm and level. She smiled at you as though it was an innocent object, but its inscriptions were anything but. You looked at it again.
The accursed family...Child of the day, and of night...Take his due from your bloodline...Peculiar abilities...
"I found it in the library...It fell out of a book I was reading a couple of weeks ago," you said honestly. "I thought to ask father about it first but...I never could bring myself to..."
Your mother appeared to physically tremble. She reached out a shaky hand to take the paper from you. You handed it to her willingly and she began to analyse it. At last, she said, "Oh...This might just be one of your grandfather's ramblings...He was quite the wordsmith, you know,"
You smiled in remembrance of your old grandfather. It had been so many years since his passing...The happy memories brought a tear to your eye. Shaking the thought from your head before you could get too wistful about the past, you nodded your head in acceptance of what your mother was telling you.
"Alright then," you said. "Thank you, Mother,"
"You're welcome, darling," she replied, smiling more strongly at you now. She folded the paper up and kept it tightly in her hand. You nodded to her and left her to her devices, knowing that she would still be looking for whatever it was she'd been rummaging around for earlier.
As you walked along the corridor, you heard a door close behind you. Turning a corner, you stopped and peeked back around. Your mother was hurrying back along the corridor in the opposite direction, and you could clearly see the note fluttering in her hand as she strode away.
You knew you were right not to believe her story about your grandfather's creative pursuits.
-
Later, you spotted Sebastian and Ciel walking in the corridors as you continued to hide behind corners and avoid your parents. You had a feeling that something was happening with them but you hadn't realised that Sebastian and the Earl had spotted you.
"What are you doing, Miss?" Ciel asked, coming up behind you all of a sudden. You jumped and turned around to face him.
"I'm..." You considered lying to him for a moment, and then realised that he was probably as astute as Sebastian anyway. There was nothing else for it but the truth. You trusted that Ciel wouldn't care enough to gossip to your father or mother about this. "I'm eavesdropping on my parents..." you whispered. Sebastian's eyes positively sparkled as you said this; the intrigue of you being a little spy on your own parents was too much for him to ignore.
"Why are you doing that?" said Ciel, frowning a little.
"N-never mind..." you said, swatting lightly at the air as though the matter was of little importance. "It's nothing,"
"Nothing indeed," chuckled the boy. "Well I wish you all the best with that. For now we must be returning to the meeting,"
You realised that Ciel and your father must have been taking a short break from the meeting. You nodded and smiled, allowing them to carry on their way. Your gaze and Sebastian's lingered for longer than was necessary; if Ciel had seen then he would surely have known that something was going on between you both.
Mere moments after the two had left your side, your parents appeared in the corridor just beyond the wall you were hiding behind. You listened carefully to what they were saying.
"I thought that we burned this...!" squeaked your mother, showing something to your father. There was silence, meaning your father was looking whatever your mother was holding over.
"We did...and so did my father. And his mother. And her mother. And her father...and..."
"I understand, my love..." said your mother. "I know what you are saying,"
"I feared that this would happen," whispered your father. "But she is a strong girl. I trust her because she is our daughter, and she has a beautiful soul,"
Your mother nodded. "Yes, but it is that soul which attracts them. They have been drawn to her ever since she was born. A soul so pure...Untainted even by the 'family curse'..."
Your father embraced your mother and held her close. "Everything will be fine. She will know what to do when the time comes...She has already learned that she is capable of certain things,"
Your mother nodded again, against your father's chest. "She will be fine...Do you think, though, that we should tell her?"
Again, silence. Then your father was the one to nod. "Yes...We will tell her one day soon. If she has not learned the truth already, for herself..."
Your heart, you were sure, was no longer beating. To think that your parents had known this for years and had never said a word about it to anybody. It made you doubt everything you knew to be true now. You were not a normal young woman; you were possessed of certain 'abilities', as your father had worded it. And someone was attracted to you for your soul...and the only beings you could think of who were attracted to something like that were demons and angels.
You wondered about the motive behind Sebastian wanting to be close to you with an aching, almost breaking, heart.
-
Sebastian stood on the balcony above the corridor in which Lord and Lady (L/N) spoke, and just above where (F/N) hid from them eavesdropping. He shook his head in disbelief; he had always known, from the moment he saw the Marquess' daughter, that she had the purest soul that he had ever come across. It stood to reason that other demons would be attracted to it, to consume it, but again he shook his head--more vigorously this time.
He couldn't do that to you. "To take such a beautiful soul would be the same as picking a flower...It would eventually wilt and die. Flowers remain beautiful when they are left to bloom," he thought. She had to be preserved, even if their activities from Christmas Day were as sinful and forbidden as all the tales told.
While your soul contributed to your beauty, that was not what made him love you.
Notes:
Hi everyone!
Chapter Thirteen was designed to add a little more intrigue to the story, and it certainly looks like Sebastian is more fascinated by you than ever before! Sorry this was quite a long chapter, though! Stay tuned for the next instalment! ^_^
- SooperChicken
SooperChicken
Chapter 14: Protective
Summary:
After overhearing your parents' conversation about you, you seriously begin to consider that there may well be forces far older and far more complex at work than you had previously imagined. You continue to think about everything they said, but your ponderings will have to wait...You've received another party invitation, this time at the estate of someone you've never met... Earl Alois Trancy.
Now is your chance, you think, to prove once and for all that you can handle yourself at grand social events. Maybe it is also a chance to find some proof to supplement your parents' discussion...
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
"A costume ball..." you thought, making your way towards the front door of the rather exquisite building before you. "How...unique," You had never been to a costume party before, and you'd never been to the Trancy estate, either. You didn't even know that Earl Alois Trancy was a real person, but that didn't matter anymore. You'd received an invitation from him to attend the party being held at his manor, and so you had gratefully--and dutifully--accepted. You felt a need to prove that you were capable of doing this sort of thing on your own, now.
Still, you hoped that somebody familiar would be there with you. There was always Dolly, anyway.
"Are you alright, my Lady?" she asked, voice tinged with concern. You realised that you hadn't said a word for the longest time...It must have made for a rather awkward journey. "You're awfully quiet..."
"I'm fine, Dolly--thank you," you said, ascending the stone steps to the grand front entrance. As soon as you arrived there you noticed the spider insignia in various places on the archway. It piqued your interest, however spooky you found arachnids in all their forms. There was something about this place that seemed spooky altogether. You couldn't place it just yet, though. You heard the carriage you had arrived in move off from its parking spot and off towards the back of the manor where it would be stowed away in the coach house. Your driver, who was a servant of your household, would have to enter the mansion through the back where the rest of the servants went and take the few belongings you and Dolly had brought with you inside with him. It made you feel quite bad for him.
You brought Dolly with you to the front of the house because she was your personal maid, just as Ciel would have Sebastian with him everywhere he went. You were about to knock on the door when it suddenly opened before your knuckles could make contact with the wood. You stood there in shock, staring up at the person who had answered the non-existent knock.
He was a very tall, dark and handsome man with very sharp golden eyes. Those eyes glinted at you from behind a pair of spectacles that--it was clear to you--he didn't really need. You took immediate notice of his almost alabaster skin and his hair, the colour of midnight. He was almost--almost--as handsome as Sebastian. This man, though, seemed determined to keep his eyes on you.
A chill ran up your spine. You knew what it was about this place that was so ominous.
It was again the presence of demons, and more than just one. You weren't sure how you felt about that, considering what you'd heard your parents saying before. They hadn't expressly said the word 'demons' but you had deduced it for yourself that this is what they had been referring to. You weren't scared, for some totally obscure reason, and met the the gaze of the man before you.
"Welcome to Trancy Manor, my Lady," he said, in an extremely smooth, deep voice. He sounded almost relaxed in the way he spoke to you but that was alright; it was just how he seemed to have expected you at that precise moment. "You must be the daughter of Marquess (L/N)?"
"I am," you said. "It is a pleasure to meet you,"
He bowed to you before stepping aside to allow you across the threshold rather than keeping you there on the doorstep. "The pleasure is mine," he said calmly. "Please do come inside,"
"Thank you, sir..."
"Claude Faustus. Your ladyship may call me by my first name," he said, bowing to you once again. He was almost as courteous as Sebastian, as well. You couldn't help making the comparisons, but you supposed it was because they were the same...species. Very little escaped your notice in this regard. Dolly seemed perfectly calm behind you, making sure that you remained happy and comfortable, although it was the host's responsibility to do this for his guests. Not that you, or Dolly, liked to be presumptuous in this respect. You looked around, wondering where the Earl was.
"O-oh! Um...Very well..." you stammered, remembering yourself. You always greeted butlers, maids and servants as you would a noble or gentleman or woman. "Please accept my apologies, Claude...It is a habit of mine..."
His golden eyes merged with your (E/C) ones. He didn't smile but you could almost see it dancing behind those piercing orbs of his. "My master and I had heard of your being a lady of exceptional manners and grace," he said quietly, straightening up completely. "You do not have to apologise, my Lady,"
You relaxed a little bit and followed him as he started to lead you away. You weren't sure where he was taking you but you went with him nevertheless.
"You will have to excuse my master for now...He is away on business but he will return later for the party," said Claude, walking around a corner. "For now you can join the other guests in the drawing room for refreshments,"
"Thank you very much," you said, as confidently as you could. After all, you were trying to make it look like you knew what you were doing, while being an ambassador for your family. "I greatly look forward to meeting your master,"
Claude opened a door for you just as you said that and smiled down at you, a small twist of the corners of his lips. "I am sure he will be delighted to meet you also, my Lady," he said. "For now, here is the drawing room,"
You thanked him and walked inside, where you were immediately set upon by an overexcited, bouncing blonde bubble of a girl. "(F/N)!" she cried, snuggling the side of her head up against yours. "I've missed you so much! I haven't seen you since Christmas!"
"Oh, hello Lizzie!" you said, hugging her back. You loved this girl to pieces but sometimes she was a little too boisterous in her greetings. Not that it was a bad thing, it was just...inconvenient, at times. "How have you been?"
"Very well, thank you!" she tittered, squeezing you even harder. "Look who else is here!" She quickly let go of you and pointed at two people occupying the other side of the room. Your eyes lit up to see Sebastian and Ciel were there with you as well. Perhaps it wouldn't be so awkward after all.
"Hello, Earl Phantomhive and Sebastian," you said, giving a very small curtsy. You were extremely excited to see Sebastian, considering that there may be opportunity for a dance later on in the evening. They both offered you a small smile, although Sebastian's was accompanied by the recognition one has in their eyes when seeing their lover. You felt your body grow warm as he did so.
"Good day to you, Lady (L/N)," said Ciel before offering you a seat opposite him and next to Lizzie. You saw Lizzie's maid Paula nearby as well as Sebastian, and realised with happiness that Dolly would not feel out of place now.
You did not see what was going on behind you, though, as you took your seat opposite Ciel and Dolly brought you a drink.
-
"You wouldn't dare..." thought Sebastian, glaring at Claude. He knew that the other demon was after Ciel's soul, but to have his eye on (F/N) as well was much too audacious. He had seen Claude watching you as you moved away from the door to sit opposite Ciel. It made Sebastian feel sick.
Claude chuckled--almost silently--to himself. "This should be interesting..." he thought.
-
There was a great deal of noise going on downstairs and you were just about ready to get out there yourself. Dolly was ready, dressed as...a doll, of course, and you turned to her after putting the finishing touches on your costume.
"What do you think?" you asked nervously, patting your clothes down.
"I think you look fabulous!" she said without a trace of dishonesty. You smiled; you could always count on her to make you feel better. You had gone with the idea of dressing up as a storybook character, and had chosen Puss in Boots. You wore makeup that not only made your eyes look very feline in nature but you had also used black to draw a little kitty nose on the end of your own, as well as lines for your lips and dots where cat whiskers would be. You wore a black fedora with a bright yellow plume and for the rest of your outfit you had chosen a white blouse, a black waistcoat--both of which had turned out to come a little too low for comfort at your chest but there was nothing to be done now--and black breeches with long, black boots. Topped off with a rapier you felt as though you had done rather well with your outfit. You hadn't forgotten about the little cat ears you wore on a headband under your hat, in case the hat came off, and the tail you had made to poke through a tiny hole in your breeches. You wanted it to look authentic, at least.
"Thank you..." you said to Dolly, hugging her. "You look wonderful yourself,"
"Thank you, Mistress," she said, curtsying to you this time. She really did look like a little porcelain doll.
You made your way out to the ballroom where everything was underway and the party was in full swing. You could see all sorts of people milling around, including Lizzie and Paula, and Ciel. Sebastian was nearby, which gave you courage, but he was not in fancy dress. It was something you would have liked to have seen but no matter. Ciel was dressed as a pirate and Lizzie as a Native American girl. Paula was dressed in a rather skimpy Egyptian queen outfit, something you admired her for because it was daring to say the least.
You glanced down at your own cleavage and realised that it was indeed showing almost as much as Paula's was. Or indeed as much as the Trancy maid's was. You eyed her with jealousy as you realised that she was much the same as Claude and Sebastian--a demon. She was very beautiful and it made you feel a little like Jean Guillaume's sister had. Except the maid was a demon. You wondered if she was attractive to Sebastian...
Shaking those thoughts from your head you decided to go downstairs. As you went, you spotted Baldroy, Mey-Rin and Finnian dressed as the three creatures from the Journey to the West, as well as Prince Soma and Agni dressed as a detective and his sidekick--respectively--and Lau and Ran-Mao dressed as...an Oriental man and a geisha, you thought. Ran-Mao's outfit was very elaborate and beautiful, though, you felt.
You were not oblivious to the attention suddenly turned on you, though, as you walked into the room with Dolly in tow. Bard spat out his cigarette and Finny blushed bright pink. You suppressed your own blush, trying to remain calm in this situation. You were there without the help of your parents, so you had to do this right. You smiled at the Phantomhive servants and they smiled--shyly--back. You were gaining confidence.
You didn't hear what anybody was saying but you started to speak to Lizzie anyway, who had come barrelling over to you with great speed. You gave all of your attention to what she seemed so happy to tell you about while everyone around you continued with what they'd been doing before.
"However will you control yourself now, Sebastian?" Ciel taunted, glancing up at his butler.
Sebastian dragged his eyes away from you as he heard his master speak. "Whatever do you mean by that, Young Master?" he asked, feigning ignorance.
"Well attracted to her as I know you are, I would think that the last thing she needs to do is dress up like a cat, of all creatures. Surely that must make it difficult for you?" sneered the boy. He loved teasing Sebastian, now that he knew what to use against him. Even if he hadn't actually admitted that he liked the young Lady (L/N), Ciel could practically see it written all over the demon's face.
"It is a rather fetching costume," he replied, almost too calmly. "But I can assure you that I have no idea to what you could possibly be referring, my Lord. Control? I am perfectly under control of myself,"
"So you do like her, then?"
"She is a pleasant young woman," said the demon. Then, to himself, "Oh, if only you knew the truth of the matter," he thought. Ciel could not know the truth of Sebastian's attraction to the Marquess' daughter; it had gone far beyond a mere spark.
It had erupted into an inferno.
He watched you moving around the room with Lizzie, admiring your choice of outfit. The steep neckline was a nice feature, too, although he felt certain that it was not worn on purpose. His eyes swept over your body, examining your curves in that ensemble and remembering with fire in his heart and soul how you looked underneath those clothes. Oh, the things he wanted to do to you, seeing you like that...
His attention was drawn away from you briefly by Claude entering the room. He seemed to spot you instantly, and not Sebastian. One would have thought that he would be more wary of the other male demon in the room besides the triplets. You would have had to be a fool not to notice that those three were as ungodly as the rest. They were very quiet and polite, though. You didn't have a problem with any of the demons in the room at all.
Sebastian glared hotly at Claude, who soon met the red-eyed demon's blistering gaze. He ignored him and proceeded to speak to you instead. Little did you realise at the time that his main motive for doing so was to enrage Sebastian almost to the point of losing his head over it.
"Good evening, my Lady. How are you enjoying yourself?" said Claude, bowing to you once again.
You smiled a little, turning away from Lizzie. "Good evening, Claude. The party has been very enjoyable indeed, thank you," you said, giving him your honest opinion. Still you wondered where Earl Trancy was. You decided not to ask that question, fearing that it would be deemed to be very impertinent.
"I am glad to hear it," he said in an even smoother tone of voice. You noticed him glance upwards suddenly, and you turned to see what he was looking at. You could not be sure, because there was nothing of any particular interest in the direction he had been looking. If only you had looked a moment earlier, the throngs of dancing people would not have been there and you would have seen the filthy looks that Sebastian was shooting in Claude's direction.
Just then you heard a loud, high-pitched voice ring out above the rest. You looked up to see a boy with very light blonde hair and very blue eyes standing in the centre of the ballroom. The music had stopped, temporarily, and you saw that he was dressed either like a vampire or a very fluffy, purple bat. He was quite a cute little thing, you thought, until you realised that this was the young Earl Trancy. He couldn't have been much older than Ciel...
"Welcome, everyone, to Trancy Manor! I am so glad you could all be here tonight!" the boy announced. "I am Earl Trancy, head of the household, and I very much hope that you will all enjoy your evening here! I apologise for not being here sooner,"
He was a very eloquent young man but you realised that there was a tint of something else there. Something almost like he hadn't always lived the life of a young nobleman. You watched him closely as he gave his little speech, and clapped along with everybody else after he finished. He made his way over to Ciel, though, and you thought that perhaps they were friends. After close inspection of Ciel's expression, you concluded that this was most certainly not the case.
You kept your distance for a while, until Alois approached Lizzie who was still stood beside you, chattering away. His original target had been Lizzie, but now he had realised who you were.
"Oh, goodness!" he exclaimed, slapping a hand to his face. "I am so very sorry, my Lady--we have not yet met, have we?"
"Good evening, my Lord," you said with a smile on your face. "No, I do not believe we have,"
"How rude of me...I apologise once again," he said, with what seemed to be genuine regret. You thought, though, that perhaps this Earl was slightly less sincere than Ciel. "I am Alois, Earl Trancy," He offered you his hand to shake. It was more appropriate of a younger boy to do this.
"A pleasure to meet you at last, my Lord," you said, shaking his hand. "I am (F/N), daughter of Marquess (L/N),"
"The pleasure is mine," he replied, repeating Claude's words from earlier on. You chatted with him and Lizzie for a little while longer, until suddenly Alois was taken by great fancy. The music had changed to a piece he apparently liked a great deal.
"Lady Midford, may I have this dance?" he asked, turning to Lizzie. She didn't look too sure about the offer, knowing that Ciel was well within view of the dancing scene, but before she could give an answer Alois had taken her by the hand and wheeled out onto the dance floor with her. You shook your head and, with an awkward smile, considered what an eccentric young man Earl Trancy was.
You continued to watch the spectacle unfold, just as you were surprised to hear someone else's voice ring out from behind you. You turned and saw Claude standing very close to you.
"I'm terribly sorry, Claude..." you said remorsefully. "I did not hear what you said,"
"I asked if I may have this dance also," he said collectedly, offering you his hand. You were certain that you now wore the same expression as that which had been on Lizzie's face moments before, thinking about how Sebastian was just on the other side of the room. However, the same situation arose with you as with Lizzie, and Claude took your hand before you could say a word. "Do not fear..." he purred. "It is just a dance,"
As he spun you around and waltzed with you in that beautifully lit and decorated ballroom, you realised that he, too, was a spectacularly good dancer. Perhaps it came with all the years that went under one's belt being a demon, you thought. They would surely have had many years to practice. Another spin, and you caught Sebastian's eye. He was not smiling, and did not look at all pleased. You flashed him a look with your own eyes, one that told him that you needed help. Claude was very strong and very solid under your hands, and it did not feel as though he would let you go so easily if it transpired that you wanted to get out of there.
Not that you felt threatened by him, particularly. You were just acutely aware of Sebastian's menacing stare bearing down on the demon dancing with you.
The dance ended and Claude kissed your hand. You shivered a little at his cold touch, cold even through his white gloves. At that moment, you felt sure that you sensed Sebastian's anger rise several levels. It made you happy, for a moment, to consider that you were in tune with him enough to know how he was feeling. When Claude released your hand, you smiled politely at him and watched as he took his leave. Lizzie hurried back over to you after her own dance with Alois.
"Well that was rather peculiar!" she cried, stopping at your side. "I'm fairly certain that Ciel disliked that..."
"I don't think a certain someone was very happy with my own dance with Claude..." you told her. You could not tell her who, though.
"Oh dear..." sighed Lizzie. "It would seem that we are both in a tricky spot..."
"It would indeed..."
"No matter!" said the breezy girl, now heading off to get herself a drink. "I will be back in a moment!"
You smiled to yourself and nodded, preparing yourself to wait for her return. A moment turned into a minute, and a minute turned into five. Then you realised that Lizzie had gotten herself embroiled in a conversation with Prince Soma and that was that. Two of the biggest chatterboxes in the entire room--you would not be seeing Lizzie again in conversation for a little while. You looked across the room and saw that Ciel and Alois were talking--probably not amiably--but both of their butlers were absent. You wondered at that and decided to go hunting for them.
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Outside in the cool evening air, you looked down the hill and saw a gap in the trees a short distance away. Through that gap you could see water, which you assumed was a pond or lake of some description. You began to walk towards it, and when you were finally between the gap in the trees you heard calm but obviously angry voices resounding above the light wind.
"You cannot have everything for yourself, Michaelis," growled Claude crossly, eyes glinting savagely at Sebastian in the dusk.
"I don't," snarled Sebastian. "It just so happens that everything you want is mine to begin with,"
"Neither Ciel nor (F/N) are yours," snapped the first demon.
You froze stock still again to hear your name being used in such a blatantly heated conversation. You didn't know what to do, so you just stayed very still and very quiet.
"Oh, but that's where you're wrong, my friend," said Sebastian, clearly being sarcastic when he called Claude his 'friend'. "They are mine. My young master's soul, which I have so carefully cultivated in the time I have spent in his service, will be mine because of our contract. And Miss (F/N)...Well..."
"Go on," growled Claude. "I'm waiting for you to give a proper answer, this time. She is...very pure. That kind of soul does not simply grow on trees. You must want that for yourself as well, no doubt?"
Sebastian chuckled darkly. "That is where another line can be drawn between you and I. I will not take her soul, but you would without a second thought,"
"And who are you to--,"
Claude stopped all of a sudden and raised his head to the sky. You could see both demons through a gap in the leaves of the trees and your heart stopped beating in your chest. You might have fainted if not for your instinct to run...Which also happened to not be working at that moment in time.
"What?" snapped Sebastian.
"She is here," murmured Claude, looking straight at you through the trees. "Come over here, my dear. We won't hurt you,"
Somehow you didn't believe him, but you trusted Sebastian. He whirled around to look where Claude was looking, and spotted you as well. He offered you a reassuring smile, but you still knew that you shouldn't have been there. He asked you why you had followed them anyway, as you timidly came out from your hiding spot to stand beside him.
"I was worried about you...You just vanished from the house..."
He sighed and put a hand on your arm, rubbing it gently. "You need not worry about us," he said soothingly. "I would just hate for you to have seen anything more violent," he added, growling slightly at Claude.
"So you would fight for this human, then?" snorted the other demon. "Is that what she means to you?"
"Of course. She is my mate; I will protect her,"
Your heart leaped in your chest at his words, and Claude seemed to shrink away from you both. Sebastian considered you to be his mate? You hadn't thought about what that might mean but you assumed that it wasn't bad...
"You've condemned that girl to Hell," snarled Claude. Then he laughed cruelly. "You really are a fool, Sebastian,"
"Have I?" said Sebastian with a smirk. "Then tell me why her soul is still so pure,"
You looked between the two demons and realised that you had no idea what they were really talking about. You wished you knew but then again you were almost glad that you didn't. Your blood turned to ice in your veins, though, as you heard Claude's next remark.
"Well you had better do everything in your power to protect her from now on, Michaelis. I'm probably not the only one you have to keep an eye on,"
Claude walked past you both and continued on to the mansion. You both watched him go, but your attention was seized back by Sebastian wrapping his arms around you from behind. "I've missed you..." he growled in your ear. "And I don't want to see anybody else touching you like that...Especially not him,"
"I-I've missed you too, and I'm sorry about that...He didn't give me a chance to object,"
"It wasn't your fault. I was just stating a warning," he said, smirking against the skin of your neck. He kissed you there and ran one hand down your body, not stopping until he reached your cat's tail. "Did I ever tell you how much I love cats?" he asked, nuzzling at your neck this time.
"N-no..."
"Well I do...They are delightful creatures, but..."
"But?"
"You are positively marvellous," he whispered, kissing your cheek now. "You are something else entirely,"
"Mm...Sebastian!" you bleated, jumping slightly as he caressed your bottom. He held you in place with his arm across your chest and pinched your backside a little more roughly than you had expected. You found that you did not dislike it. "We can't do this here!"
"Where can we do it, my Lady? Tell me," His voice was filled with such longing that it could have set you on fire with how excited it made you. He had you aching for him.
"J-just...Not here," you stuttered, uncertain of what to do in this situation. He was ravenous, insatiable and lustful and also spurred on by the anger that Claude had caused him.
"Then let me take you to a place where we can..." he said, dropping his voice to a low, almost inaudible rumble. "I am going to purge you of anything that is not me or you..."
Notes:
Hello, my beauties!
Hope you're enjoying the story so far; I thought it might be good to wind our darling Sebby up a little, see what happens...I think it's safe to say the reaction was definitely...revealing ;)
Chapter Fifteen is coming soon so stick around for some more!
- SooperChicken
Chapter 15: Bold as Brass
Summary:
Surprised by Sebastian's forwardness, you find yourself wondering what exactly he has in store for you as he leads you away from his place of confrontation with Claude. Determined to make an indisputable claim on you, your lover reveals to you how truly voracious his appetite is for you.
You might even learn a more outrageous truth about yourself along the way.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
You entered through the window of a quiet, unlit room. It was a guest bedroom, you noticed, and a great distance from the party still underway downstairs. You hadn't expected Sebastian to pick you up and jump with you to the second floor of Trancy Manor. You had a feeling that he was going to keep proving to you, in all sorts of different ways, the true nature of his existence. You wondered why.
"Sebastian, what are you--," you started, turning around to face him. He cut you off quickly with a kiss so strong he almost knocked you over. "Sebastian!"
He scooped you up off your feet again and made you straddle his body. The light of the moon was weak but not so weak that you couldn't see him; it cast a pallid glow over him and everything in the room. "I've been burning for you..." he growled, attacking your neck with fast, passionate kisses. He held you to him by placing his hands on your bottom, suspending you there while he showered kiss after kiss upon you. "Please don't make me wait any longer,"
Your face and entire body felt as though they had caught fire in the instant his words met your ears. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and threw your head back, losing your fedora in the process. Goodness only knows how you had managed to retain it all this time. He kissed your neck, your throat, and your collarbone. His lips trailed down from there, down your chest and eventually came to kiss your cleavage, exposed to him in that ill-fitting shirt and waistcoat combination you wore. You were so lost in the moment that you almost didn't feel him start to move across the room with you.
Seconds later you were faced with the unexpected. You were at the edge of the room's double bed, but Sebastian did not lie you down softly upon it as he had the first time he made love to you. He tossed you onto the bed instead, almost dropping you roughly upon the linen sheets. Before you could even gather your senses, he was on top of you and unbuttoning the top half of your body, straddling you this time.
"I want to see you...in all your glory," he growled, stripping you of your shirt and waistcoat. You shivered with anticipation. "As much as I hate to say it..." he went on, leaning down to you to kiss the soft skin between your breasts and licking your stomach as though you were a delicious little treat. "I believe that you were sculpted by angels,"
Your breathing went ragged and your chest juddered with excitement as you felt his tongue sliding across your skin. He was an animal, almost, tasting you like that. "W-what?"
"You heard me..." he murmured, gently sucking the skin just below your left breast. "Goddesses would envy your beauty,"
You let out a small whine of pleasure and appreciation as he turned his attention towards your breasts themselves, toying with one while kissing the other with his soft, sinful lips. You writhed underneath him, willing him to show to you his beautiful body, that which would make the greatest idols in existence seem ordinary and uninteresting. You seriously considered asking him to undress, to hurry the process along, but stopped yourself.
"And..." he purred, returning to your lips for one long, lingering kiss. "...I will answer all of your questions in good time,"
So he knew that something was playing on your mind. You shouldn't have been surprised. As he kissed up and down your body you entangled your fingers in his hair and gently pulled, evoking from him a satisfied, appreciative hum of approval. His hands wandered lower on your body and rid you of both the sword still at your hip and the boots and breeches you wore. He left you in your underwear as he began tearing his own clothes off at an increased speed, his pace becoming almost frantic as he watched you lying there in your panties, complete with cat ears and makeup. It was getting to be too much for him; you could see it in his eyes, flashing from red to fuchsia every so often.
"Put your boots back on,"
You were somewhat startled by his demand. "I'm sorry...?"
"Put your boots back on," he repeated, continuing in the same tone of voice. There was not an ounce of impatience to be heard, but you could tell that he was getting desperate. The way he trembled every so often as he held himself back was enough to tell you the whole story. You nodded and did as you were told, not knowing the reason behind him wanting you to wear footwear again.
It then occurred to you that you had read about something similar to this before, in a book you shouldn't really have come across in the library at your home. It was quite old, so clearly your parents hadn't known about it. It made you feel a little less guilty for reading such depraved literature...But now that you were living it, it didn't seem quite so bad.
You looked back to see that Sebastian had stripped right down to his trousers, and you couldn't deny to yourself that you had indeed seen the bulge in his nether regions. You gulped back a lump in your throat as you thought about what that meant for you. He was ready for you, just like you knew you were for him. The dampness in your underwear was proof enough of that. He had reduced you to a wanton wreck, although you held it together for disguise.
As soon as your boots were back on, and the confusion had clearly faded from your visage, he grabbed you by both wrists and pinned you to the bed. Your back was flat against the luxuriously soft mattress and yet he raised your hips to meet his by slipping his arm underneath the small of your back. He drew a circle against your hips with his, forcing a moan from deep within you. He smirked against your lips as he kissed you deeply, holding your hands above your head once again with one hand. Your lips parted ever so slightly, which he took as an invitation. He pushed his tongue into your mouth and began exploring you in this new--and not unpleasant--way. You found that his tongue could dance as brilliantly as he could. You closed your eyes and relaxed into the love he was lavishing upon you.
"Are you sure...?" you gasped, seeing nothing but the darkness of the insides of your eyes but feeling everything that he was doing to your body. "This is somebody else's house..."
"Sure as Hell," he growled back, kissing your hip bone. You jumped at the touch of his lips so far down your body, not having realised that he'd found his way down there already. You trembled at his reference to Hell; it was so damn seductive...
Just then he came up without any warning and wound something around your wrists. Your eyes snapped open and you looked up, seeing your hands bound with something soft and black, and also tied to the headboard of the bed. Before you could say anything at all, Sebastian returned to your hips and kissed you, licked you, then took the waistband of your panties between his teeth and dragged them away from your body, down your legs and over your boots. He tossed them aside like an animal would as it ripped something apart. He was going to devour you.
You struggled a little against your bindings as you watched him move, crawling back towards you on all fours. Before he reached you, though, he dropped back down faster than you could react and kissed your most sensitive spot. You squeaked in surprise as you felt his warm, wet tongue meet your slick folds. Blood rushed hotly to your face with great embarrassment; you hid your face behind one of your bound arms, biting into the skin so as to stop yourself from vocalising your pleasure. It was too shameful...
"Why don't you say anything, my love?" he purred, licking the inside of one of your thighs. You flinched as he quickly--gently--nipped the sensitive skin there. "You don't have to be so shy..." When you still refused to make a sound, he thrust two fingers inside of you to draw it out of you. And draw it out of you he did--you cried out so loudly that you had to bite down on your bottom lip to subdue the otherwise inevitable scream. The pain in your lip and wet sensation that followed told you immediately that you were bleeding.
Sebastian crept up to you and gazed into your eyes. You saw his smirk and knew that he was enjoying himself immensely. He lay almost completely on top of you with his hands on either side of your body, and you were loving every second of your time with him. His eyes shifted to the blood now dribbling down your chin a little, pooling in the corner of your mouth, and he came in close to kiss you. You had thought that he would taste like you after caressing you with his tongue previously but he didn't. You felt his tongue snake out again and lick your chin, trailing upwards to catch all of the blood on your face until finally reaching your lips again. He drew his tongue slowly, seductively, along your bottom lip until you whined for him again.
"What's the matter, darling? Do you want me?"
"D-don't say things like that!" you protested, face flooding totally pink.
He chuckled darkly, rubbing your sides to make you squirm. "You're such an adorable little kitten..." he murmured, now stroking your face with one slender, gloveless finger. "I've got all the answers I need anyway...Right...here..." he added, using his other hand to stroke your exposed womanhood. You were dripping wet and you turned your blushing face away in shame. The hand that had been caressing your cheek a moment earlier suddenly seized your chin to force you to face him. "I want to see your beautiful face...Your eyes...Everything," he said, voice almost a gasp for air. He had no earthly idea how he was so in control of himself, teasing you like this.
You didn't see it as teasing. It felt more like torture.
"You please me greatly..." he groaned, studying your face contorted with pleasure as he rubbed the sensitive ball of nerves in your southern regions, the sweet little bulb of your flower. "...This incredible wetness...You do want me, don't you...Kitten?"
His pet name for you made you throb even more, hips twitching uncontrollably as you silently begged for him to take you. He still was not entirely unclothed, against your wishes and desires. His smirk only widened when he spotted the desperation in your eyes.
"Oh my...What a naughty little lady I've fallen for..." he murmured thoughtfully, gazing deep into your eyes. Your heart pounded harder--did he just say he'd fallen for you? "You may have to be punished, little one...I think you might like it if I was a little rougher..."
You whimpered like the wanton little wretch you were at the sound of his lustful voice purring in your ear. He was despicable in all the best possible ways. You had never imagined such blissful pleasure before...Anything you may have read about in forbidden, shameful books you had never considered would be attainable for you. For you, you had always imagined a normal life, a normal wedding, and a traditional, vanilla sex life far less adventurous than what was happening now. With a demon. You always reminded yourself of that; it stoked the fire in your heart even more.
"Please..." you gasped, unable to withstand any more of this tension.
His eyes flashed dangerously and his smirk turned to a wild grin of excitement. You gave as much as you got, even when you couldn't move. "What did you just say?" he growled, in an equally dangerous voice.
"I said...please..." you panted, wiggling your hips to indicate to him where you wanted him. "Please...please...!"
Sebastian let loose a feral snarl as he lost control, stripping himself free of all clothing and flipping you over onto your front with minimal effort. You lost your breath as he plunged himself deep inside you, his body coming into direct contact with yours as nothing separated you any longer. First you uttered a squeak with his first thrust, skin slapping loudly against skin. Next you lost a whimper from your lips as he did it again. Everything that followed came in rapid succession, fast and rough and hard. Still tied to the bed you tried to support yourself with the strength you had in your body, and the way your lover held your hips.
"I will make you scream," he said. You almost didn't recognise his voice in the midst of all this passion. "Scream,"
The demands he made of you time and time again only made you wetter, and the slap he administered to your bare behind really did make you scream. It stung at first, but it dawned on you that it was something you enjoyed.
"S-Sebastian!" you cried, trying not to crumple under his powerful thrusts. "I--,"
He slapped you again, knowing what you were trying to say. You screamed again, and he slapped you again. He did it until your skin was red and stinging, until you were panting and almost in tears with pleasure. He came forward and fondled your breasts, making you sing with euphoria. His other hand let go of your hips and suddenly you found yourself face-down in the sheets. He had released your hands from their binding--which turned out to have been his necktie--and now he was pulling you up to his body. Flush against him, he continued to drive himself into you while holding you up, tilting your head to the ceiling by holding your neck. The sensation was just too much...The first wave hit you, then the second...Finally you gave a short, juddering cry of ecstasy and it washed over you; you thought you would die in that moment but Sebastian held you up.
You saw nothing but blackness, and heard nothing but a sharp hiss as Sebastian released inside of you. You were warm inside anyway but the hot seed inside you now was even warmer. He flipped you back over and lay on top of you, both of you panting and slightly perspiring. He kissed your lips and gently sucked on the lower one, before pulling away and smiling.
"Now I'll answer your first question..." he murmured, sliding down your body and kissing you just below your breast where he had done the same thing earlier. You squealed in pain as suddenly a sharp sting jolted into you. He had bitten you, hard, but when you looked down you saw a dark purple mark forming. "You are my mate,"
Your heart began pounding harder, knowing that this was a demon's way of truly taking you to be by their side. But it didn't upset you; it made you extremely happy. "...Really?" you sighed, snuggling into him as he came to lie by your side. "But...what does that mean, exactly?"
"You're the only one I'll ever love, and the only one I can be with. I will protect you at any cost...It is an unbreakable bond," he told you, speaking in an unmistakably tender voice. "I...hope you can be content with this...Your thoughts seem to indicate as much,"
You nodded and smiled up at him. "I am more than content to be your mate..." you said gently. "But...what about what Claude said...?"
"Claude is a fool. A soul as pure as yours cannot be tainted; you will not be condemned to Hell," he growled, angry at the other demon for worrying you.
You cuddled up to him even more and smiled to yourself. If Hell meant being with Sebastian, surely it wouldn't be as bad as all that. "Are you not interested in my soul?"
"Of course I am," he said honestly. He felt you flinch but held you still in his arms. "What kind of a demon would I be if I wasn't? But I cannot do that to you; you heard me tell Claude as much. And I have already told you that I cannot hurt you..."
You remembered your kiss on Christmas Day just after he'd told you this. Your memories of it were crystal clear. "I feel safe with you," you told him.
You didn't see it but Sebastian smiled. "I am glad to hear it. I will always protect you," he said gently.
As you lay there--on someone else's bed, you remembered--you realised that you would have to get up and get dressed, and return to the party downstairs soon. But not yet. Sebastian held you in his arms as though you might break at any second, and you lay with your head resting upon his warm chest.
Your heart soared as you listened to his beating underneath you. He may have been a demon, but his heart still beat for you.
Notes:
Hello, my lovelies!
Hope you enjoyed this chapter...I thought we call all do with a healthy dose of vitamin Sebastian ;) Nothing like scoring a bit of alone time with our favourite butler before continuing on with the story ;) Sorry it took so long to post a new chapter today--it's been quite a hectic day!
- SooperChicken
Chapter 16: The Terrible Truth
Summary:
You have been left with a rosy afterglow of happiness after you and Sebastian gave yourselves to each other. After returning to the party at Alois Trancy's estate, there are suddenly some serious and curious questions being levelled at you. Where have you been? What were you doing? Why did you disappear for so long?
You don't know why but you begin to feel faint. Was it the situation getting you flustered? Then you see something that makes you certain that it isn't the awkwardness of confrontation...
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
You descended the stairs before Sebastian did, making sure that you didn't both return to the costume party at the same time. That would have been far too suspicious, and far too obvious. There was already a chance that Claude could have slipped Alois some interesting "gossip" about your relationship with Sebastian, so you saw no reason to add more fuel to the fire if this was the case. Your entire body still tingled from your time spent alone with your lover, and your lips burned from the kiss he'd given you as you parted ways.
"If anyone asks any questions, try to avoid them until I get to you," he'd whispered, savouring the sweet, tender kiss that you had worked up the courage to instigate. "I will not have them pestering you for answers,"
Your heart felt like it was fit to burst; you were convinced that you would die of happiness every time he uttered words of love or showed you affection. Even the slightest touch made your breath hitch. Reluctant though you were, you left his side after getting dressed and found your way back to the party. You had no idea how you managed to reach the ballroom again; you'd never seen this part of Trancy Manor before, and you'd only spent a few hours there anyway. As soon as you entered the room you somehow blended into the crowd and mingled with them, acting as though you'd never been absent. Not even Lizzie appeared to notice your sudden reappearance.
But as soon as she spotted you, she'd known that you were missing.
"(F/N)!" she cried, rushing over to you in a blur of fancy dress and bouncy blonde hair. "Where have you been? I was getting so worried about you, dear!" She hugged you tightly as she always did, before looking you over--seemingly for damages--and finding nothing to be concerned about.
"I just...went for a walk," you lied, thinking about what Sebastian had said to you minutes before about avoiding people and their questions. You felt guilty about going against his word but you couldn't help it. How could you brush Lizzie off? It was damn near impossible, especially if her own fiancé couldn't do it. You glanced around surreptitiously, trying to ascertain whether or not Sebastian had rejoined the party yet. You couldn't see him, but then again you couldn't see Claude, either. For this you were glad.
In an effort to busy yourself until Sebastian returned, you tried to concentrate on Lizzie who was now talking to you as if nothing had happened, although she did ask you about your walk. "Did you get lost?" she giggled.
"Oh, no..." you laughed back. "I just found myself in the woods beyond the house. I was curious, so...I went exploring,"
"Oh, my!" exclaimed Lizzie, laughing as she did so and taking you by the hands. "You and your wanderlust, my dear!"
You smiled and realised that it was true. You did have an insatiable appetite for adventure--among other things, you had discovered--and frequently found yourself out on walks when the weather wasn't too cold for you to bear. Something caught your eye just as you were about to say something else to your young friend; Sebastian had returned to the ballroom, at the very same moment that Claude came back in as well.
"What beautiful timing he has," you thought, admiring how cunning Sebastian was. You didn't think that Claude had even noticed the other demon walking behind him. Your suspicions were confirmed as Sebastian passed Claude, and the latter appeared to baulk as he watched him go. Claude may have glowered at Sebastian but your lover had on his face a rather satisfied expression. He flashed his eyes at you from across the room as soon as your gazes met.
You wished that it wasn't the case, despite how desperate you were to be by Sebastian's side again, but Lizzie grabbed your hand and dragged you with speed over to where Ciel was standing. Clearly she just wanted you to come with her so that she wouldn't lose you again, and so that she could speak to her beloved at the same time. "Oh, Ciel! How are you enjoying the party?" she sang, just like a little bird fluttering over to him.
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If you're still taking request - your arranged marriage Au made me think of Jaskier as maybe someone cursed and in a tower, maybe everyone thinks the prince in a tower is guarded by a terrible dragon but the prince IS the dragon, and Geralt investigates?
Cute idea, elementalsight!
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“Rescuing a fair maiden, really?” Geralt said.
“The notice had he/him pronouns, so probably not exactly,” Yennefer said, looking at her nails. “And you need the money. Do you want the contract or not?”
Geralt picked it up from the table and smoothed the parchement.
“There’s really very little information here, they say he’s guarded by a dragon?”
“Mmmhmm,” Yennefer said, brushing at a chip in her nail polish that was probably imaginary.
“There’s no dragons out here, the terrains wrong, we’d know anyway.”
“Mmh, intriguing, right? Bet you wanna take that contract now.” Yen hadn’t looked up from her nails.
“Yen, what do you know?” He lashes cast odd shadows across her face in the torchlight.
“Nothing I’m telling you,” she said. Then she summoned a portal and disappeared with a swish of skirts.
Damn. He really was out of money though.
The tower wasn’t imposing or ominous. It wasn’t made of black stone or crooked, no random lightning storms or smoke, it wasn’t even that tall.
“Go away,” the voice came from a throat like a blast furnace and Geralt was staring into the slitted eyes of a mid sized (still big enough to eat him, just in more than one bite) dragon.
“Hello,” he said. “What’s a sky dragon doing in a place like this.” It was his special ‘talking to horses or big animals’ voice.
“Not a sky dragon,” the sky dragon grumbled.
“Yes you are, and what’s weird is that you should be up on some chilly cliff, not in a forest.”
“I’m a dragon, not any special kind. The eat you all up and burn your armor kind.” There was a pout in the voice now.
Geralt scratched one of the snout scales.
“Sure,” he said. The dragon huffed, blue-silver smoke rings curling from the nostrils. No eating occurred.
“I imagine I’m not very good eating,” Geralt said. Most witchers would probably at least give a dragon indigestion. “I also imagine you know something very important about the prince in the tower.”
The dragon, despite having eyes the size of soup bowls, did not meet Geralt’s gaze.
“He’s not even a very important prince, I don’t know why you’re interested.”
“I’d quite like to know why he’s imprisoned in a tower,” Geralt said, although a mental picture was forming. “And why I have a contract to kill both him and the dragon guarding it.”
The dragon pulled back sharply and hissed. A blade thin line of fire, blue and so hot it nearly seared off an eyebrow, missed Geralt by inches.
“Monster hunter,” the dragon said, shifting up on it’s haunches like it was getting ready to pounce. It wasn’t. He could see it in the muscles, they weren’t bunched right. The dragon didn’t want to hurt him, and the eyes just looked sad and kind of resigned.
“Yes,” Geralt admitted, holding up his hands, both currently sword free. “But I don’t want to kill him...or you. Monster hunter, not prince hunter.”
“Dragons are monsters,” the dragon said.
“Only to stupid people,” Geralt replied. “And sheep,” he added as an afterthought. “I want to meet this prince of yours.”
“NONE MAY ENTER,” the dragon said. “NOW LEAVE BEFORE I BURST YOUR EARDRUMS WITH A ROAR”
“You can’t, that’s only earth dragons, they’re all curled up under a mountain somewhere, and they’re certainly never blue.”
“The dragon looked nonplussed. “I’LL SPIT ACID IN YOUR FACE.”
“Swamp dragons,” Geralt said. “Green or yellow and a little smaller.”
“I’LL...”
“You were raised by humans,” Geralt interuppted.
“No?”
“Yes you were, otherwise you’d know more. Did the prince raise you? I won’t harm him you know, I only wan’t to talk.”
“NONE MAY ENTER.”
“Yes, you’ve said, but I won’t take him away. I just want to know why people want him dead.” Here Geralt looked the dragon right in the blue eyes, close enough to se the silver flecks in the iris. “Maybe I can help him, help you both.”
The dragon looked away. “Come back at sunset.”
Geralt did.
He yelled out for the dragon but it wansn’t there.
“I’m climbing the tower,” he called out. “Don’t flame me, you invited me.” And he clambered up the tower. Coming back down he’d be thankful for the rope he’d brought, because the stones were slick and smooth. He sat on the small windowsill and swung his legs into a room.
It wasn’t a very nice room. It was definitely a prison. small bed, one candle, uneven table and wobbly stool. A young man was sitting on the floor, cradling a lute.
“Are you the prince?” Geralt asked. He hadn’t seen a picture and although he felt silly making sure, he’d feel sillier if he got it wrong.
“Yes, are you the dragon slayer?”
“Witcher,” Geralt said. “And I did’t slay your dragon.”
“He’s not my dragon, he’s my fearsome jailer, keeping me inside this tower.”
“No,” Geralt said. “I doubt it. Show me your eyes.”
“No,” said the prince, not looking up.
“I’ll bet they’re a very pretty shade of blue,” Geralt said. “With silver.”
Blue and silver eyes met gold.
“You knew,” said the prince, swiping dirty, brown hair from his brow.
“You act odd, for a dragon, prince...” he sought the memory. “Julian.”
“Friends call me Jaskier,” said Jaskier. “Although I don’t have many. Just a little bit of dragon blood in the line, barely more than a drop, really, but I just so happen to get all of it. Anyway, I thought all dragons could look human.”
“They can,” Geralt said. “But they’re raised by other dragons, so they don’t act the same. Why are you inprisoned? And why was I sent to kill you.”
Jaskier sighed. “It’s not good, is it, to have a dragon for a son, even if he is your third son and won’t inherit. Father locked me up and had a mage cast a spell. As a dragon I can roam a little, but I can’t climb down the tower as a human, and I’m only human at night, some mishap with the runes as I understand. True love’s kiss breaks the mage’s spell.”
Geralt scoffed. “That pansy stuff never works.”
“It’s just what I was told,” said the prince, shrugging. “Somehow my father got the idea that true loves kiss will also make me no longer a dragon.”
“Not how that works,” Geralt said.
“No,” Jaskier agreed. “But he keeps sending heroes after me hoping they’ll kiss me.”
“The contract said I was to kill both of you.”
“Yes, well, that would also take care of the problem, wouldn’t it?”
“The problem being you?” Geralt said.
“The problem, generally speaking, being me.”
“We’ll break the spell,” Geralt said, although it wouldn’t be that easy.
“And then what? I can’t fight, I’ve no useful skills and nowhere to go. According to you I don’t even make a very good dragon.”
The young man slumped down. “But I’ve been so lonely,” he said. “You know I’ve been here five years? Just me and my lute, I think I’m going mad. You could even be a figment of my imagination.”
“Right,” Geralt said. “Getting you out first, dealing with other problems later.”
“Where am I going to find true love’s kiss?” asked Jaskier. “Do I kiss you?”
“You could try?” Geralt said. He really wouldn’t mind. The prince was whiny and a little dirty but very good looking. “But I was thinking more like, finding the runes and wiping them out.”
“You can just do that?” Jaskier leap to his feet. “They’re right up there,” he pointed among the cieling beams. “I can’t reach them on my own but the two of us...”
Geralt was already lifting the princling onto his shoulders. He didn’t weigh a lot.
“Just a little forward,” Jaskier said, accidentally kneeing Geralt in the chin.
“Hmmm,” he said, to avoid cursing, and shifted forward.
“Thery’re coming off! The runes are wiping away!”
He was loud but Geralt couldn’t blame him, five years was a long time. Although not compared to a dragon’s lifespan.
“They’re gone, I’m free!”
Geralt let the boy down from his shoulders and got a surprisingly tight hug and a very pleasant, extremely enthusiastic kiss.
“Just...you know, covering all my bases,” said the blushing prince. He really was cute.
Geralt carried him down the tower. Delighted, Jaskier turned into a dragon, then back to a human, then a smaller dragon, house cat sized, and perched on Geralt’s shoulder.
“Where are we going now? And what’s your name? Will I meet other witchers? Don’t forget to bring my lute?”
It would probably get old very quickly, Geralt thought. But the company was kind of nice, if a little scaly.
#geraskier#dragon jaskier#creature jaskier#true love's kiss is for sissys#the witcher#askbox answers
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Cast Talk - Tango on the Campania - Part 1/4
Now three years have passed, and I finally bring you the cast talk in the official pamphlet of the musical!
Part 1 - The Two who Returned
Terayama: Alright! Behold the continuation of the cast talk of the “Luxury Liner Arc”!
All: You’re quite energetic (laughs).
Terayama: Though a bit sudden, let’s welcome the two who have returned to us, Takkun (Uehara) and Hide-kun (Sasaki), and do tell us about how you feel about it.
Furukawa: I guess it is more accurate to ask what it feels like having had to skip out once. I mean, you have been part [of Kuromyu] all this time, right?
Sasaki: I really wanted to join, of course! When I came to as a spectator and the show started with AberHanks I went: “eh? They’re starting here?” Besides for “Lycoris” I was constantly performing alongside AberHanks, so for a moment I thought why I wasn’t standing beside them. Even if it’s just for the opening, let me do at least one song!
Izumi: One song huh? So you’re not giving us some [circus] stunts? (laughs).
Sasaki: As I was watching as an outsider again, I thought “Black Butler” really stands out from 2.5D with its ridiculously high quality, so I was thirsting for making a return.
Uehara: I went to see “Circus Myu” on its opening day, and I must say mysteriously enough I didn’t feel weird. It just felt like I went to watch a show. I expected myself to feel weirder about it.
Terayama: It’s like watching your family perform, right? Mr. Izumi, what is it like to welcome these two back?
Izumi: It felt like “I’ve been waiting for you”, and when we were reading through the script, the way they performed was so amazing I was really shocked. It hadn’t been that long since we received the script, right?
Sasaki: That’s right.
Uehara: It arrived just in time.
Izumi: This sure gave them a good prodding, huh.
All: (Laughter).
Izumi: Honestly, most people come in more elegantly, like “awiiii” . Not like your “BAM!!!” Not necessarily because you had to skip one time, but because of your feelings for this franchise. I mean, your fire of passion even infected me.
Terayama: That’s probably because they knew they’d have to give it their all. What about you, Reo?
Uchikawa: I went to see “Lycoris”, and I was really looking forward to working with them, but last time that was not possible. That’s why I’m all the more happy now.
Terayama: What does it feel like now that’s being realised?
Uchikawa: Even more than I imagined I would at the time just watching, I feel like “wow~!” I’m so hyped.
Uehara: I really think you’re doing wonderfully.
Uchikawa: Yay!
Terayama: I think he’s doing even more wonderfully than last time now.
Uehara: The experience gained from last time really shows, I am shocked.
Furukawa: (To Uchikawa) But also, our bonds are even closer than last time right?
Uchikawa: YES!
Terayama: That really shows.
Uehara: Indeed.
Terayama: Now this makes a pretty good segue for the next question, namely “how do you all view the relationship between Sebas and Ciel, and their respective growth”?
Furukawa: [They/we] are much closer and have a much better tie.
Terayama: Recently during the script run-through, judging from the way you did it, it felt like it was your first time reading the script.
Furukawa: That’s true, you’re right. It was the first time we read the script.
Terayama: So you didn’t for the rehearsal of last time?
Furukawa: I don’t think we did. Last time we had the time, so as we rehearsed we went through it together, but this time we have surprisingly little time.
Uchikawa: That’s right.
Uehara: This morning Reo was holding a small cup of coffee, and just when I was thinking: “ah he drinks coffee huh”, he said “Mr. Furukawa bought this for me”.
Furukawa: (To Uchikawa): It was good right, that drink?
Uchikawa: Yup.
Furukawa: It was actually sweetened hot milk, but I thought you’d definitely love it.
All: (Laughs).
Terayama: You two are so close.
Izumi: “You’d definitely love it,” he says, you really came to know him well huh.
Terayama: And you also grew so much. Your face also got more masculine. You also got so much more eloquent.
Sasaki: What do you mean?
Izumi: Last time it was still mostly things like “uwu…(blush)” or “aw, I’m so happy” coming out of his mouth.
All: (Laughs).
Sasaki: Oh I see (laughs). Last time little Reo came to see our performance, and I received a present with the message “for your refreshment”, I was over the moon! He really prepared the gift so well.
Furukawa: When Ms. Kodama (Director) wonders out loud “what should I do with this [scene]?” Reo would also properly give suggestions saying: “may I propose this?” When I saw that I went: “wow!”
Terayama: The two of you really are working together, now both as full-fledged actors of your own now.
Furukawa: That’s right.
Uchikawa: Yes.
To be continued in
Part 2: “This time’s number one is Undertaker”
Part 3: “Stage Adaptation “Black Butler” - The Trail of 10 Years.”
Part 4: “I love you, we all do.”
#Tango on the Campania#Kuromyu#Cast talk#Translation#Part 1#English#Furukawa Yuta#Sebastyun#Yunbastian#Uchikawa Reo#Uehara Takuya#Izumi Shuhei#Terayama Takeshi#Sasaki Yoshihide
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Promise Me
(Connor x Suicidal!Reader)
⚠️TW: Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Drug/Alcohol Use, Mentions of Self Harm, Suicide Attempt⚠️
A/N: So as you can tell from the tw this one is going to be very dark and may be triggering for some readers. If you're going through a rough time and don't think you can handle reading depictions of these kinds of things PLEASE skip this one. I only feel comfortable writing about it because I've been living with depression and suicidal thoughts for a very long time, and writing comfort fics with my favourite fictional characters helps. Sorry for the long A/N I just want to make things clear and give a good warning.
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Your alarm clock blaring by you ears woke you up from your only escape from your reality, signalling it was 6am. Groaning, you lazily slapped the alarm off but made no attempt to get up. You knew you had work today but you just couldn't get yourself to stop staring up at the ceiling and into nothingness. What if you just didn't go in? Would anyone even notice? Would anyone even care?
No. No one cares. You're worthless.
And there it was. The voice in your head that sounded like your own yet betrayed you at every opportunity. Yet even so you couldn't help but believe it. After all, it was your thought wasn't it?
That's how it had always been.
Horrible words blending into your thoughts so seamlessly you managed to convince yourself they were normal. But no normal mind tried to tear itself down every time it was silent. That was the demon known as depression.
You've lived with this demon for as long as you've know. It was your normal. But recently it had been more and more frequent with it's hurtful words that spread through your mind like a deadly virus. The past couple of weeks had been especially difficult.
You tried everything you could to shift your mind to something else, anything else. You smoked pot, cigarettes, drank, you even slipped back into an especially dangerous copping mechanism. But none of those seemed to be enough. Every time they would come back. Your voice would spew venom at yourself in your own mind.
The only times you've managed to have any moment of peace was when you were asleep, or when you were with your only two friends. Hank, and Connor. You loved Hank, but it was Connors presence that really made you feel good. A feeling you longed to feel again every time he left. Was it just a silly crush? Or were you madly in love with him? Did it matter?
He would never love you back anyway.
Of all the thoughts that one might have hurt the most, because you knew it was actually true. He couldn't love you. He was, as he put it, 'a machine, designed to accomplish a task.' Therefore, it was a hopeless battle to think anything could come of it. Yet you still had hope. Maybe because you needed to have it to survive. Because if you didn't have that little hope, you might as well been dead.
It wasn't like you didn't have your reasons to hope, or maybe you really were that desperate. Connor was always so sweet to you, but then again e was sweet to everyone. Except Gavin. He would always get you a cup of hot chocolate in the mornings because you don't like coffee. Connor definitely didn't do that for anyone else. He does get Hank coffee in the mornings too. Then there was the fact you were one of the two people he talked to the most, aside from his detective work. Maybe he just pities you because he knows how fragile you are.
So, as you laid there staring up at the cieling, you decided to test that hope once and for all. See if there was anything to be hopeful about at all, or if he really was a machine who wouldn't love you the same way you loved him. You decided you weren't going to go to work that day, and you weren't going to call in either. If anyone were worried about you, if anyone even cared about you at all, they would check up on you, right?
Not if they don't even notice in the first place.
Hour after hour went by. No calls. At first you figured that it was still early and they probably just thought you were late. But you were never late, why would they think that? Aren't they worried? Not if they never cared to begin with.
At around 9am you couldn't take the overthinking anymore and just went back to sleep. You couldn't think if you weren't conscious. A little secret you learned in the game that is living. Sleeping was the best way to just escape. Especially if you were dreaming. That was the best part. Mostly because your dreams were the only place you could feel Connors arms around you, and his lips on yours.
When you woke up again it was 5 o'clock in the evening. However you didn't accomplish an impressive 8 hours of sleep uninterrupted. No, during that time you woke up just for a minute or two before going back to sleep at least a dozen times. That's usually how you slept most days. It almost felt weird when you sleep a long duration uninterrupted.
Glancing over at your phone, your heart dropped when you saw 0 notifications. Well, not including ones you got from youtube. You turned your phone off and tossed it onto a pile of clothes in the corner of your room.
Maybe they were just having a busy day and didn't notice you weren't there.
There was no way Connor wouldn't notice. He notices everything.
What you didn't know was that Connor was in fact not aware you weren't at the prescinct, but that was because he wasn't at the prescinct either. Connor and Hank had been called in to do a high stakes stakeout to bust a person who had been stealing and selling Cyberlife memorabilia illegally. They had to leave at around 4 am, way before you had to be at work. The entire time Connor was disappointed he'd have to break his streak of greeting one of his favourite people every day.
Truth was, Connor had grown quite attached to you. Despite the fact that he wasn't technically supposed to have any favorites. You were just so different from anyone else he had met. You were the first, and maybe only, human that actually referred to him as a friend. Or even treated him with a shred of decency in general. It made him feel....nice. You made him feel.
So, when the duo arrived at the office finally at around 4pm he noticed the lack of your presence immediately. He asked around the prescinct if anyone had seen you today and all of them, well the ones that actually talked to him, said they hadn't. He even went so far as to ask Fowler if you had called in only to be met with the same answer. Now he knew that was odd, that something was wrong.
He tried to call you when he was finished Hanks reports for him so the poor man could take a nap but you didn't answer your phone. Now he felt worried. A fact that only worried him more. However before he had the chance to go to your place to see if you were alright, he and Hank were needed to defuse a hostage situation at 6 pm. Of course, he immediately made his new mission his top priority, but every so often you would slip back into his mind.
It was currently 9 and you had managed to drag yourself from your bed to take care of your business in the bathroom a couple times since you had woken up. Everytime avoiding looking at your pathetic self in the mirror. But you would always go crawling back to the comfort of your bed. You didn't even leave your room yet. Not even to get anything to eat. It's not like you didn't want to, but whenever you thought about eating that damned voice in your head always ruined your appetite. So you just kept your eyes glued to your laptop as you laid buried under your blankets. YouTube was always a good distraction. That was until now.
Now that you glanced at the clock you were reminded of the fact that the work day had been over for you hours ago. The fact that no one seemed to care that you weren't there. You didn't even want to look at your phone. You already knew there weren't any missed calls or texts from anyone. No one cared enough.
If only you had actually looked, you would have seen how wrong you were. How wrong it was.
It was at 11pm when it was all just too much for you. Youtube wasn't doing its job in distracting you anymore and the thoughts just kept getting more and more persistent. The worst part was, you didn't even have the energy to fight them anymore. At this point, to you, they all just seemed to be facts. Like you were trying to get yourself to see the truth.
You weren't wanted.
You weren't needed.
You weren't missed.
You should just die.
You believed them.
Closing your laptop, you sat up in bed, letting your legs dangle off the side of the mattress. You looked down at your feet blankly. You couldn't even bring yourself to cry, you just felt numb as you prepared yourself for what you were about to do. Slowly, you got up and went to your bathroom. Once you were inside you made sure to avoid your own ruthless stare in the mirror.
You walked over to the bathtub and turned the nob of the faucet before sticking in the drain plug, not particularly caring about the temperature of the water. You weren't going to be using it for long anyways. Sitting on the edge of the bathtub you rolled up the sleeves of your hoodie and looked over your arms as you waited for the tub to fill. They were littered with many scars of many different ages. The oldest being more than a decade old, and the newest being only a mere few hours. You grabbed the razor from the sink and turned it over in your fingers. These next couple ones would be more permanent.
knock
knock
knock
The sound at your door didn't seem to reach your ears and were only met by silence. This caused Connor's LED to flicker into a pale yellow. Why weren't you answering? Were you harmed? The android tried knocking again, even calling out your name, but was met with nothing once more. He was just about to go and bust down your window like he had once done to Hank when said older man stopped him.
"Don't you even think about it," he said, pointing an accusatory finger at the android.
"But Lieutenant, (Y/n) might be-" Connor argued but was cut off when Hank held up the finger that was once pointing at him to signify 'one moment'.
Hank then bent down, with a little bit of a groan, before lifting up the corner of your welcome mat and plucking up a spare key. Once Hank stood back up with a huff, he shooed Connor away from the door before unlocking and opening it. Connor wasted no time cutting Hank off from the entrance and stepping inside.
Immediately upon entering Connor noted the complete darkness, but that didn't really matter much to him. Through the darkness he knew you weren't in the livingroom or kitchen, a fact made clearer when Hank flicked on the lights. However Connor also noted that there seemed to be no traces of a break-in or a struggle at all. At least not the definition of a struggle he was familiar with.
"(Y/n)?" he called out.
Silence
Connor moved through your home to where he assumed your bedroom. This was the first time he had entered your humble abode and under different circumstances he would've taken more time to investigate the surroundings. Get to know you a bit better. But right now that could wait until he was sure you were okay. He didn't know why it even seemed to be a priority but he couldn't just ignore it any longer.
Your room was just as dark as the rest of the house and also completely lacked your form. The only thing illuminating the room was the light coming from the bathroom which had it's door wide open. Before Hank could stop and scold him about the importance of privacy, Connor made a beeline towards the bathroom.
The sight that he had walked into made his LED flash a dangerous red and eyes widen. You were laying in your bathtub. Fully clothed. Water tinted pink. Your dangerously pale face. However it wasn't those small details that caused the android to suddenly rush over to your side. It was the two long gashes on both of your wrists. Upon scanning you he found that you had lost a lot of blood, but you were still alive. Barely, but he could work with that.
"Connor what the fuck are you- Jesus christ," Hank cut himself off once he saw for himself what was going on.
"Call an ambulance Lieutenant. (Y/n), (Y/n) can you hear me?" Connor managed to keep his voice calm and steady, a feat that took more effort than he would have liked.
The sound of Connor's voice, and feeling you body shift as he gently lifted you out of the cold water made your eyes gently flutter open. Your dulling (e/c) met with his worry written coffee brown ones.
"Connor...?" you called out weakly.
Despite the fact your vision was blurred from a mix of blood loss and building tears, you could recognize his form immediately. What you weren't sure of however was that if it was just a trick of the mond or not. A sense of comfort in your dying seconds.
"Yes (Y/n), it's me. I'm here, you're going to be okay," he said in the most reassuring tone he could muster.
As he spoke he took off his jacket and gently tied it around your left arm while doing the same with a towel for your right. Guilt and regret ate at you from the inside as you silently watched him, his LED still very red and blinking every so often. Hell you could even see the worry on his perfect features. Before you knew it tears started brimming your eyes before large droplets rolled down your pale cheeks.
"I-I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice cracking as your fragile body wracked with soft sobs.
Connor froze when he heard your little voice but it didn't take him another moment to hold you close to his chest.
"It's- It's going to be okay. It's all going to be okay (Y/n), I promise," Connors words were soft and confident, you almost believed him.
You heard what you thought was Hank's voice speak but you couldn't quite register what he said. It was becoming harder and harder to keep your eyes open. As if your eyelids suddenly weighed a million pounds. You shifted further into Connor and you barely heard him speak but the whole world seemed to be fading. Soon enough you closed your eyes and couldn't seem to open them again.
At least, not for several hours. When you did eventually flutter your eyes open again you were mixed with confusion, and then relief. You knew by the pristine white of everything, along with the abundance of machines you were hooked up to that you were in a hospital. As the memories of the previous night came flooding back your eyes dropped down to your newly bandaged arms, and an IV transferring blood into your system. Like last night, a deep sense of guilt, regret, and shame squeezed at your heart.
When your eyes wandered to your left you flinched slightly when you saw Connor standing next to the bed. His eyes were closed and his LED was gently flickering amber, you assumed he was in sleep mode. However as you jolted slightly at his presence, the sudden movement was enough to alert him back awake. His eyes fluttered open and were now on you, seemingly softening a tad the moment he registered it was you. Your eyes only met for a second before you shifted your gaze down to your hands. The guilt and shame made your eyes sting as tears threatened to form in full.
"How are you feeling, (Y/n)?" Connor asked, breaking the silence.
There was a certain sincerity you've never heard from him when he spoke. It made you heart clench but you weren't sure if it was in a good or bad way.
"I'm okay," you said, your voice hoarse and barely audible.
"Good, I'm glad," he replied.
There was another long silence between you two. The only thing keeping the room from being dead silent being the steady beeping and whirring of various machines. This time it was you who spoke up first.
"I'm s-sorry," you croaked.
Your voice was somehow quieter than before and it cracked near the end as your throat tightened up. You were trying desperately to hold back the tears but to no avail. Large teardrops fell from your eyes and rolled down your cheeks.
"I'm so so sorry," you continued, your body being wracked with heavy sobs.
Connor just stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do for a brief moment. His LED went from blue, to golden, and flickered a dangerous red before settling back to golden. Suddenly, he reached out to grasp your hand. His grip was firm yet gentle, and it captured your attention immediately.
Honestly, he didn't know why he did it. But the sight of your fragile and vulnerable form made his biocomonants feel like they were being crushed. Much like how he felt when he first saw you last night. Except it wasn't nearly as bad. Last bight he felt like someone ripped out his therium pump altogether.
That alone made him confused as to why he felt anything to begin with. It was a question he had been asking himself for a while. At least almost as long as he'd met you. He'd run a million diagnostics on himself and they'd always come back with everything working smoothly. Even after last night. It baffled him.
However at this moment, when you looked up at him with your big, glossy (e/c) eyes, he ceased to think about it. All that mattered right now was you. That was all the information he needed.
"You don't need to be sorry," he said softly.
You intertwined your fingers with his and practically held onto him for dear life. Connor noted how your stress levels seemed to go down at his touch, so he decided to take a seat next to you at the edge of the bed. Once you realized what he was doing you scoot over slightly to make more room.
"Everything is alright, just take deep breaths. Can you do that for me?" he asked soothingly, tilting his head ever so slightly.
You nodded and closed your eyes, focusing on nothing but taking deep breaths. Well, that wasn't the only thing you were focused on. You were also focused on Connors fingers that were laced with yours. It really did help. After what felt like hours, your breath seemed to finally stabilize, and so did Connor's LED, settling on a calm blue.
"May I ask you something (Y/n)?" Connor inquired, a question you heard him ask often.
You opened your eyes and looked up to him. You didn't respond right away, knowing exactly what it was he was going to ask, and you dreaded having to answer it. But eventually, after a few moments of him patiently watching you with those warm chocolate eyes, you slowly nodded.
"Why did you do it?"
His voice was softer than ever, and confusion was written all over your face as he tried to understand. You had to look away from him before you broke down again. A soft sight escaped you and he gave your hand a little reassuring squeeze. You knew you had to tell him, so you took a deep breath before speaking.
"I.... I felt worthless. Like nobody cared if I was gone," you spoke slowly, avoiding Connor's eyes at all cost.
"I stayed home today to see if anyone would care if I wasn't there. No one called. I thought that meant I was right. That I didn't mean anything to anyone. That I was a waste of space. That I should just.....just die," you continued, surprised at yourself at how you were able to keep it together.
Connor listened, his LED whirring golden as he processed the information. He then waited for a moment or two before responding. Wanting to be absolutely sure you were finished before he spoke.
"I assure you that I was aware you were missing as soon as I returned to the prescinct. I regret that I wasn't able to bring you your morning hot chocolate," Connor smiled slightly as he spoke, but it soon dropped along with his gaze before he continued.
"But what I regret more was that I wasn't fast enough to stop you. I'm sorry (Y/n)," the sorrow he held in his voice, and the flucking of his now amber LED made you squeeze his hand reassuringly.
"Connor, if it weren't for you I'd be dead. You saved me. You have nothing to be sorry for," you offered him a weak smile once his eyes returned to you.
Connor returned the smile. It was awkward but it wasn't forced, and it was adorable. His LED returned to sky blue, his chocolatey brown hues glancing down at your intertwined fingers. He gently stroked your knuckles with his thumb, the small action making heat rise up into your cheeks. For the first time since you had been awake, there was a comfortable silence for a few moments before Connor spoke up.
"(Y/n), can you promise me something?" his eyes flicked up to meet yours as he spoke.
"What is it?" you replied, subconsciously tilting your own head.
A habit you picked up from the adorable android.
"Promise me you won't try to take your life again?"
"I promise. But can you promise me something?" you implored.
"As long as it's within my capabilities, I'll try," he said sincerely.
"Promise me you won't forget about me."
"I think I can manage that," he said with a little playful smile before adding,
"I promise."
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A/N: OOF sorry if the end was kinda ass. And also sorry its so mf long. ALSO sorry its kinda dark. Hope y'all enjoyed anywayss 💙
#dbh fanfic#dbh#detroit#detroit become human#connor x reader#connor rk800#dbh x reader#rk800#detroit rk800#connor rk800 x reader
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A Sebaciel Fan fic I wrote in 2017
Now, i never truly thought love was real nor have I ever thought I of all people would fall in love. The world is crazy that way, and let me say this. Love absolutely Sucks. I fell in love with Ciel Phantomhive all the way in 1895, 122 years ago And 119 years ago he was viciously ripped away from me. A sickness that took his lungs then took him. Now yes he knew I was a demon and yes we knew What we were, two men having a relationship in 1895. It was simply unheard of. But my baby didn't care. He would show me affection any time he could. That was the ciel I would always remember, the Ciel no one but me got to see. He was truly something else. Now you see even in his last moments he showed he loved me. And love hurts. I held him as he died, as he took a painful gasp of air and then become relaxed. And that was the last of him.
Now here we are year 2017, an odd time. I lived a normal life. As normal as you would get being a demon, going to Work and that fun stuff normal people did. But it got me out. It gave me more time to look for my beloved Mate.
I walked down my hallway with papers in my hand going over the words, not reading but skiming. Endless words of things I could care less about. I sighed and tossed the papers onto the Coffee table that sat in the middle of the sitting room. I walked to the window, it was a cold autumn day. Demons didn't need to eat or drink but I wanted something warm and sweet. I let out a sigh, coffee thats what i want, coffee. I grabbed my coat and keys walking out the front door letting it click behind me before locking the door. I came to like these cars. The year the first ford came out I thought ciel would have love this. He could drive and he would love it.
I got into my car and drove to a small coffee shop I knew. Mostly full of collage students or completely empty, today it wasn't too full but had a few collage students. Most cracked out on coffee and studying, I never knew why they went to collage just to go. It didn't do much for them. I waved to one of the Batista's I knew, or well talked to anytime I came in, she was in the middle of making a coffee so she said something to the other Barista's probably something along the lines of 'Get your ass back to work'. I smiled slightly and walked to the counter
"Good evening. I'll just have a Hot Carmel Cielo.." I smiled at the younger probably new Batista. He put it in and with a friendly voice gave me my price. After swiping my card I moved over to the side letting others order their coffee. My maroon eyes went down to my phone, I've honestly become a bit obsessed with these apps. Facebook, Instagram, I remembered when phones were just big bricks. But I'm sure any middle aged man would, so I guess that doesn't make me special.
While browsing All through I hear a soft voice asking for one of the most sweetiest coffees you could possibly get at coffee shop. I looked up to see who Would order it, maybe a younger teen. That's when I felt the air from my lungs get swept out of them. Standing only inches away from me was him. Ciel. He looked exactly the same, Dismiss the clothes of course. His hair the same length, the dark gray ashy color, small locks curling around his perfectly round face. His eyes still that beautiful blue. Like an ocean before the storm, dark blue but still so bright in a way. His height was the same. He had to have been twenty or nineteen, I was frozen the world stopped turning. My baby was there. It was him I could feel it, that same feisty soul buzzing in his chest. only did I snap out of it when the annoyed teen poked me to hand me my coffee.
"A-ah. Yes forgive me. Thank you" I took it and quickly looked back the boy. it has come to my attention I have not thought on what I'd do if this day ever came. I cannot simply go up to him and say something about his past life. He'd think I was truly off my handle, but like hell id let him get away from me. I was a flirt but when it came to ciel I was a school boy talking to his crush. Stumbling over my words and just being a complete mess.
I sat in a chair and waited for him to get his drink to my luck he sat down in a booth putting his laptop onto the Table and plugging it into a wall. I am honestly not surprised one bit ciel was your typical Coffee boy. Sitting in a small shop with his computer, his computer that had many stickers on the back. That was my baby over there. I worked up the courage and walked over, I felt sick. So very sick and I haven't felt like this in years. Ciel's eyes looked up at Me, I nearly tripped. Words, what are words?
"forgive me for bothering you this evening." I started. "but you have caught my eye and I had to get your name"
that sounded very stupid and I can admit that to myself. But I was jumbled. Ciels lips tugged into a smile, a shy little smile. He laughed lightly and closed his laptop "Ciel.. and you are?" Hearing his voice again made me weak but I stayed strong and smiled. Im surprised his name was carried into this life. But it made me very happy it did. My Little heaven.
"I'm Sebastian, its a pleasure to meet you" I hummed.
"Sebastian huh? Hello Sebastian.. Want to take a seat?" he asked pushing the Laptop to the side. Hearing my name roll out of the perfect little smile. My old heart beat so fast. "id be much obliged.." I smiled and sat acrossed from ciel. now being closer I took a better look at ciels face, he was such a pale Boy. Plump lips big eyes. my boy.
"So.." he started I could tell her was a bit uncomfortable not knowing how to start a conversation with a stranger. So I started
"Are you going to collage around here?"
Ciel nodded taking a quick sip of his coffee.
"I am.. not for anything thing amazing but just to go."
"That's very interesting.. Im sure you'll find something you want to do. I graduated a few years ago"
I was already starting off with a lie. How amazing. But it gained a smile from ciel.
"Really? Amazing.."
"I guess so, so ciel. Are you from around here?" just talking to him made me feel so much better.
"kinda? I live about an hour away" he said. "its a drive but I don't mind it." He said with a hum.
I smiled "Well ciel. If it is okay with you.. I would to take you on a proper date and get to know you more.." I cannot force love so if rejected me now, oh. I don't have a plan B.
"really? Okay, you seem like a nice guy." He said in a sly voice. I smiled shocked he actually said yes hopefully giving me the benefit of the doubt. I watched as he pulled out some paper ripping it and putting his number down on it writing his full name down. To my surprise it didn't change. Still Ciel Phantomhive. "Here" he chimmed, I took the paper from his hand "Thank you." I smiled. We said our fair wells and I went home. Once I closed the door I collapsed back into it holding the small paper tight in my hand. It was him it was really him. my Little Heaven. My baby. I took a shaky breath running my fingers through my hair closing my eyes for a moment once I gathered my thoughts I looked up at the small black tabby cat that sat on the back of the chair giving me a more than a annoyed look.
"Well, looks like I have a date"
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Lovelink Fanfic
Albert/soldier date. Albert and his date get to know each other better
Word Count 1314
A/N Although this is steamy, it’s more implied than actual smut. No under 18s please
Apologies if I haven’t tagged folk who’ve liked etc recently - I’m away and don’t have a lot of time to spare.
3 Close Encounter
I lay on my back beside Albert, heart thudding, breath slowing, an ache deep in my belly that radiated outward and a sensation that I had been cleansed from the inside out. I couldn’t move or speak from the intense afterglow.
‘Are you alright Ma’am?’ he asked with concern. All I could do, with a great deal of difficulty, was nod and grunt.
‘Uhhhh’ He grinned
‘That good, huh?’
‘Buhhh’ Slowly my senses were coming back to me as he padded away to the bathroom and returned with a damp flannel.
‘I uh – maybe you’d like to clean yourself up’ he said dubiously
‘Shit’ I gasped.
‘Excuse me?’ he asked with an amused grin.
‘That. Was. Incredible’ I panted ‘Can’t. Move’
‘Shall I…’ he waved the flannel at me. I flailed my arm at him and started to laugh – laugh and breathe, laugh and breathe. He frowned ‘You’re beginning to freak me out.’ I turned over on my side toward him and put my hand to his cheek, bringing the laughing under control at last.
‘Albert, that was…I’ve never…You’re amazing’ He gazed back at me as my hand fell heavy to the mattress.
‘Do you usually react like this to having sex?’
‘Mind blowing earth moving sex’ I corrected him, and took a deep breath. ‘ Sort of. When it’s good I can’t move for a while after. Or speak. But it’s never been that intense’
‘You’re teasing me’ he replied ‘That’s the best ever…’
‘Pretty much. Where have you been all my life?’
‘Training’ He kissed my forehead and ran his fingers through my hair. I sighed happily and eyed the opened box on the bedside table, contents scattered over the surface.
‘Albert, I really need to sleep. I can hardly keep my eyes open. But yes, that was the best ever. You might want to get another box of condoms – how long are you staying?’
‘I’ve got a week’s leave’
‘You definitely need to buy more condoms’ I could feel my eyes growing heavy ‘Help me under the bedclothes’ I mumbled
‘Yes Ma’am’ he said softly. We nestled together under the duvet and I fell into a deep dreamless sleep in the arms of my soldier lover.
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‘Do you want more coffee?’
‘Huh?’ I broke out of my reverie as Albert went to put more bread in the toaster. My slice of toast sat half eaten on the plate, and I picked it up and carried on.
‘Coffee?’ he waved an empty cup at me
‘Oh - yes please. Sorry, I was away with the fairies’
‘You have looked a little distracted since you got up. Something on your mind?’ he grinned
‘I can’t believe you’re here.’ I put my hands to my cheeks ‘I can’t believe how good the sex was’ He poured me some coffee and came back to sit at the kitchen table, taking my hands and squeezing them.
‘Do you think I set the bar too high?’
‘I can’t imagine it being any better without me dying of sheer pleasure’ I frowned ‘Do you think that’s possible?’ He kissed my hand
‘Not that I know of, unless you’ve got an underlying medical condition. Better get yourself checked out, I don’t want to be accused of murder’ The toast popped up, and he went to fetch and butter it, bringing it back to the table and putting a slice on my plate. ‘Here, you need to keep your strength up’
‘You were the one expending all the energy’ I sipped the hot bitter coffee before reaching for the toast.
‘I’ve burned more calories on a five mile hike, that was a doddle’
‘Shit, you are going to kill me’
‘But what a way to go’ He spread some preserves on his toast. ‘I’ll go easy on you next time’
‘You will not’ He laughed and we ate quietly as my mind wandered again.
Two bodies entwined, moving together, moans and sighs. Skin sliding over skin – smooth, rough, hard, soft. Rising and falling, rolling, twisting. Moving slowly, quickly, both in rhythm and erratic. Fingers running through hair – long and silky, short and prickly, straight and curled. Pressure – soft, firm, steady and trembling. Waves of pleasure ebbing and flowing, building and fading. Full. Empty. Sliding and gliding, slick wetness and dry velvety smoothness. I moved, I grew still, and so did he.
I remembered what we did, but not the sequence. Everything became jumbled and non linear, as if we inhabited anther dimension where it was impossible to work out where each of us began and ended, where we merged and emerged and where time did not exist. I had lost count of the times he had tipped me over the edge or I had felt him shudder and gasp. I wondered if we could ever achieve the heights we had reached again. I felt a bond to him that I had never experienced before.
‘Earth calling, Ma’am’ his voice broke my reverie.
‘Oh – did I do it again? Sorry, I just can’t stop thinking about last night’
‘I’m sure we’ll have a repeat performance, and soon’ I looked up at him as he got up, taking the plates in his hand.
‘You’re going?’ I asked incredulously. He looked apologetic.
‘I have family to see’ he said regretfully ‘I think it’s a bit early to introduce you’
‘Oh. Of course’ He put the plates back down and came round the table to me, putting his arm around my shoulder.
‘Hey, I’d love for you to meet my folks, but it’s a big deal meeting the parents. Plus I’d like to tell them a little bit about you first. If you think it’s a good idea of course.’ He drew a chair up to sit next to me.
‘I – I hadn’t really thought of it.’ He shifted in his seat, taking my hand and rubbing the back of it.
‘I know we met a while ago, but I’ve been away for most of it.’ He said ‘I barely had time to get to know you before I went on the escort mission. My mind was kind of taken up with work and I didn’t get a chance to talk to my family about you.’ I gave him a weak smile.
‘Did you think about me while you were away?’
‘Of course I did – every night. It was hell, thinking of you all alone, probably going back on the dating app and swiping left on some lucky guy’
‘I didn’t’ tears came to my eyes ‘I couldn’t forget you’ He held me tight.
‘I’m so glad. We’re not allowed to – well, sexual activities of any sort aren’t encouraged when you’re working.’
‘How on earth can they stop that?’
‘They can’t - not entirely, but you need a lot of self control, and the penalties are pretty harsh if you fall short of the rules. I only thought about you when I went to my bunk at night’
‘I can’t imagine the frustration. How on earth did you manage not to rip my clothes off in the hall?’
‘Hey, I’ve been off base for a day. I managed to relieve the pressure before I arrived – and in the shower’ he grinned.
‘In – you jerked off in the shower?’
‘Sorry Ma’am, didn’t want to engage with you with a short fuse. I cleaned up after myself’
‘I could have helped you’ I laughed
‘Wouldn’t have been very romantic. But next time I’ll have you as soon as the door closes’
‘You’ve got incredible recovery, soldier’ I quipped
‘I’ve got you to inspire me. In the flesh’ He sighed ‘But I have to go before my mother starts texting and asking where I am. I’ll be back tonight, promise’ He kissed my cheek and got up. ‘For what it’s worth, she’ll work out that I’ve got someone – she always knows, I can never fool her’
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(this takes place 2020 btw)
Lizzie let out a soft sigh as she runs her fingers through her long golden locks. She has been swamped the last couple weeks with collage and her job, so many people asking for her help in studies and clients.
Just so much to do!
She barely have time for herself, let alone her boyfriend since high school.
Her spring green orbs shoot at the door when there’s a knock leading to the cafe’s small garden.
“You look glum, what got ya down?” Asked a fellow worker and friend of Lizzie, Doll, as she walks into the garden more with a unlit cigarette between her fingers. “It’s nothing Doll... Just stress.” Lizzie muttered in reply as she watches hr friend light the rolled paper up and takes a puff.
Doll glanced at her with her sapphire blue eye uncovered by her barely groomed or tamed brown hair while smoke leaves her nostrils. “Got any plans for tomorrow?”
Lizzie only raised her eye brow in response which led to her friend’s face grow in worry, “You know, Friday...Of this week...of February.”
Suddenly it clicked to Lizzie.
“Oh no! I almost missed Valentine’s Day.” She shrieked before her shoulders slummed and she sighed, “I don’t think me and Ciel are doing anything. We rarely do anything for that day since...things.”
Before Ciel she actually dated his brother, however by highschool the two never stuck for long which broke Lizzie’s heart and it took her and Ciel a long time to get with the fact they like each other and started dating... Ciel’s brother still doesn’t talk to them long. But as she said her and Ciel never really done anything major for Valentine’s Day besides maybe some gifts and sitting and cuddling while watching a movie, nothing big.
“I get it. Me and my loves don’t do much either. I’m just happy our boss is givin’ us the day off that day.” Doll said with a proud grin which luckily got Lizzie to smile warmly back.
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Lizzie glanced over the table to Ciel as they sit in silence in their small two bedroom apartment’s small dining room and kitchen.
“Um...” She started to speak, causing her boyfriend to lift his head up some in response. “I was thinking, since I’m a bit more free now, maybe we could go to the park tomorrow after classes? We can feed the ducks and everything like back then.” She smiled bright and with a bubbly giggle to match perfectly, only stopping for a moment when Ciel’s lone blue eye stared at her for a moment before looking at his plate with a mumble of, “I can’t. I have some stuff to do still before finals in the summer.” “Oh...” Lizzie looked down at her food. “You’ve been busy awfully a lot...”
Ciel got up from his seat and goes around to give the cute blonde a kiss on her cheek. “I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
Lizzie simply nodded before getting up and walking pass him towards the bathroom, hearing Ciel call out, “You barely ate. Are you alright Lizzie?”
“Oh..! Yes, I am fine. Just had a big lunch earlier that’s all...”
She felt a tingle of guilt linger in her chest when she cut the door.
She hardly lied to Ciel before ever.
There’s never been secrets between them.
Then again...this never happened before...
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Lizzie stepped out the school bathroom with a paper town to her lips and the looks of worry on her coworkers faces.
“Are you okay pinkie?” Asked Peter with a raised brow. “Mhm..” Lizzie hummed through the paper towel. “I’m okay... I have no idea what’s wrong with me. I’ve been feeling off for a while now.” “Maybe you should tell the boss?” Wendy chimed in, clearly worried for her friend.
Doll looked at her before walking closer.
“Answer me honestly, when was the last time you and your boyfriend had sex.”
“Jesus Doll-” Peter stared at the two wide eyes like Lizzie at the shock of her openly asking such a thing.
“W-Wh-Why-”
“Just answer me.”
“U-Um... I don’t know... maybe...a week ago...”
Doll looked Lizzie up and down and smiled big. She then grabs her friend’s arm and drags her out. “Boss! Me and Liz don’t feel well, we’ll be back!”
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Lizzie stared wide eyed at the positive pregnancy test sitting on her bathroom sink in front of her.
Her pregnant... Sure she thought of it once or twice but it never came in conversation between her and Ciel... How would he react to that?
Her body jerked some when she felt a vibration in her jacket’s breast pocket. She reached into the pocket and takes out her cell phone to see a text from Ciel;
Lizzie couldn’t help but tilt her head.
Yeah, she left in a hurry and she usually forgets something when she leaves... But why would Ciel be there before her?
She pondered for a second, wondering if through text is the easiest to tell him about the pregnancy.
Finally, she replied;
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Upon arrive to her work Lizzie took quick notice no one was there.
No Ciel.
No would be customers.
No coworkers.
No friends.
Just her.
Lizzie pulled out her phone again to text him the ask of his current location before her green eyes catches something shiny in the back.
Curious she typed the door’s password in and entered the cafe and walked to the source of the light to see something that for certain amazes her more then anything... There stands Ciel all dressed in a fine suit in the cafe’s garden with rose petals and candles let on the hardwood floor and the single table with two chairs.
A smiled formed on her lips as she stares at the sight, her feet gently guiding her forward to the outside again.
“Ciel,” She began barely a whisper. “This is lovely.”
Ciel smiled in returned and kisses her knuckles, goosebumps going up her spin and flesh. “But of course my Queen. It’s for some celebrations of love.” “Celebrations?” Lizzie asked the purl of the word.
“Doll told me when I was setting up.” He says with a happy smile.
Lizzie felt her face turn hot as she tries to explain herself.
“Lizzie...”
She stopped when she sees him slowly reach for something in his pocket. Her eyes widen more and shined with tears quickly, perhaps it’s the cold weather or the new hormones circling through her but she couldn’t help it, when she sees the heart shaped box coated in red.
“There’s been no second of my day that isn’t better without you. You and I went through so much and you always make me happy about being alive. I only wanted nothing more then to repay you one day. And even now when I worked so hard on this night you still make me smile with such a miracle. And I know that this child will grow up with so much love from you and I... I always want to make your days happier as you have done mine, to make you smile and be loved as you have done to me... Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford... will you make me happier then ever in my life... and marry me?”
He then opened the small box to reveal the most beautiful diamond ring Lizzie has ever seen in her life...
“...Yes!”
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Heatwaves~ Jaehyun!Doctor X Reader
Author: Sera
Genre: Smut
Comment: YES, finally after losing it I had to rewrite it all :(( I literally have to wake up in less than 2hours ughh.
Request: I hope you´ll like it!!! <3
You felt kind of hypnotized by the bad feeling that followed you throughout the whole week now. The idea of overworking the past weeks so you can rest now, lingered now only as a regret in your head since catching a cold and having to move to your doctor wasn't really what you would like to call a relaxing break.
The pumping feeling of your headache drove you insane as you tried to cope with the intense lack of sleep that started to roll in now whilst you were waiting for your name to be called. Besides how weak you felt you were sure that you must have had a fever, judging by the big sweater you were wearing under the winter jacket that you usually only took out at the end of the year. And even tho you were packed in thousands of layers, the coldness of your body was also one of the symptoms under which you were suffering right now.
You tried to keep your eyelids open, looking around the room as you fixated your gaze on a boring graphic sketch of a boat, under pressing the loud coughs that you thought you cured earlier with the sweet anti cough syrup you swallowed before making your way a few blocks down to your doctors praxis.
It seemed peaceful at first, just as if you were in the eye of an hurricane, the waves you were swimming in, trying to get somewhere or maybe to someone. The tranquil ciel waves changed abruptly into aggressive crimson blue ones, almost drowning you into the cold atmosphere as you tried to maintain yourself over water keeping your eyes out for any kind of salvation. It's so cold. You heard your name being called. Looking at the direction, a small boat fell into your sight. You couldn't really distinguish the face of the person on it until the boat neared you. You tried to concentrate, trying to find out who this familiar looking man with a still blurred face was whilst he already gripped your arms to pull you out of the water on the boat. The sky started to brighten again, the storm ending as the familiar stranger pulled you up. “Don't worry I'll keep you warm Y/N.”
“Y/N, Miss Y/N.”
You woke up, looking around the waiting room you must've fallen asleep in. The woman at the receptor called out your name again, getting no response until you abruptly stood up coughing out a small “yes”. Clearly trying to maintain her smile she accompanied you to the room, leaving you alone to wait for a doctor you knew all to good. You sat down on the medbed rubbing your hand over your upper arms to try and keep yourself as warm as you felt at the end of your small dream.
“ So, Miss Y/N. How are we feeling today?”
The silence that lived in the room died down as Doctor Jungs voice brought his bright voice to shine. Looking up you got greeted by his beautiful smile on the familiar face you haven't visited for long. Trying to speak up you coughed out two or three times before answering his questions.
“Why so formal Doctor Jung....”
You started to smile, trying to stay awake. Laughing out of nowhere. Jaehyun, who you've known since a long time joined in by your laughter until he looked at you worried, stopping as you started to cough out again. Taking a break you kept on talking.
“ I've got a headache. My throat hurts and I think I have fever...Jaehyun, I mean doctor give me something.”
“Didn't I tell you to take better care last time? You overwork yourself and then give me work to heal you again? Am I your dad or what?”
You looked at him through your slightly opened eyes as he moved some things on the desk. The white rolled up sleeves of his medcoat left the perfect view of his veiny underarms, leading your eyes down to his beautiful perfect hands that were typing some things on the keyboard. You closed your eyes, seeing pitch black as you took another break before speaking up again.
“You can be if you...I mean, Im so sleepy, and so cold. Just give some pills and nose spray so I can go home and rest. At least there's warm; it's freezing cold in here.”
“Don't worry Y/N, I can keep you warm if you want.”
You fastly opened your eyes, noticing the deep voice against your ear. You looked into his eyes, now realizing that he was in fact, standing between your legs, one hand against the wall you were leaning on whilst sitting on the medbed. Jaehyuns eyes kept contact with yours as his hand creeped up your leg as same as the warm feeling in your body that you were longing for almost the whole week. No words were exchanged as Jaehyun moved his one hand from the wall to cup your right cheek as he pressed his soft hot lips against your cold ones. You closed your eyes, going in for the kiss deepening the make out session Jaehyun just started. His plump lips were moving slowly against yours, like waves, biting on your under lip sometimes or intertwining his tongue with yours whilst he pressed his thumb against your neck. The purposely hot breaths he left out between the steamy make out session left you craving for more as he filled you with new energy to waste on lust and pleasure. Whilst his mouth was working on heating you up his other hand went down, helping the other one that was already working on taking of all the layers of your body.
Your winter jacket was the first one to go and then the big sweater that gave Jaehyun's lips the access to leave butterfly kisses on your neck. You panted out by every layer that went its way on the floor. The white medcoat he wore joined your clothes on the clean floor before jaehyun pulled you aggressively closer, putting one hand on your neck and the other one on your waist, embracing your body with his warm broad shoulders as you felt the outline of his abs against your already naked torso.
You moaned out, not keeping down the loud way you panted out his name as his right hand went down over your breast to your already heated pussy. You threw your head in your neck, giving his other hand better access to feel your pulse with two fingers that was pumping hectically against them, leaving him satisfied.
He would love to see this from another perspective. Your closed eyes only opening themselves to roll back from the ecstasy whilst his one hand was working his magic on your neck. His lips muffling down your loud moans he wants to keep only for himself. His already throbbing out boner leaving a big bulge in his work pants while his other hand was already working magic deep inside of you, making you ready for what's to come.
“Fuck, you love that right? Getting fingered on a medbed making everything wet? You're so dirty baby. Don't worry baby, im gonna make you feel even warmer. Right, you want that? You want to be fucked good to get back on track?”
Jaehyun kept teasing you, taking his fingers out of you to grope at your inner thigh, his lips speaking out dirty words whilst biting hard on your neck, making your roll back your eyes. He bobbed his hand two or three times over his already freed member before positioning it against your hole, waiting for your answer. You tried to form out an answer, feeling the tip of his dick already poking against your entrance.
“Jae..fuck yes please...please just fuck me and do your job.”
You gasped out, trying to scream out his name as he pumped into you, holding down your hips to keep you from moving. Insane pants were filling the room, your nails digging into his veiny under arms and his hand moving up into your hair, gripping it and moving your head to get a better access on your neck to leave love bites on it.
“Fuck, fuck...don't stop jae, I'm almost there.”
Listening to your erotic words Jaehyun fastened the pace, fucking you into oblivion until waves of heat crashed over you as he came into you, joining you into the crimson blue ocean of sexual euphoria. Your almost closed eyes closed, leaving you to look into the pitch black nothing.
The warm body that just kept you warm seemed to be disappeared as you woke up from your dream. Opening your eyes you were met by the bright clinical light and a half amused and half aroused Jaehyun, sitting on a chair before you. Noticing now that you must've fallen asleep you averted your ashamed gaze from his, hiding behind the big layers you were wearing.
“Well you felt so exhausted Y/N, you just fell asleep. I hope you had a good dream, at least it seemed like this.”
Jaehyun's chuckle didn't really hide the big smile that was plastered over his face as he made his way over to you. Pulling down the fabric that you had covered your head with, he put his lips close to your ear, making you shiver shortly.
“Don't worry i'm gonna do my job and make sure you're kept warm.”
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Who/what fandoms I write for (NOT A MASTERLIST):
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-Gon
-Killua
-Kurapika
-Leorio
-Hisoka
-Chrollo (If you request Chrollo, I'll love you forever)
-Kalluto (Request him, and I will cry. I'm a huge Kalluto kinnie 🔥
-Meruem
-Komugi (And yes, she's under 18. 15 to be exact. So, I will not write n/sfw with her, even if I start at some point.)
-Pitou (Weirdly, I simp for him. I know it's weird. Don't roast me lmao 💀💅✨)
-Feitan
-Shalnark
-Phinks (Fluff with him is one of my favorite things to read/write haha)
-Uvogin
-Nobunaga (He'll probably be a rare writing for me, just because I'm not too invested in his character. If the request is intriguing enough to me, I'll definitely do it though!)
-Pakunoda (I love her sm, I still haven't gotten over her death 😔👊)
-Machi
-Shizuku (Another one where the request will have to be pretty interesting to me to do it 😅)
Anyone who wasn't written up there will not be written for. (Yes, that means Illumi, Silva, Ging, Kikyo, etc.) Sorry about that!! I know I say this a lot, but depending on the request I might still write it, even if it's a character that's not up there.
•Assassination Classroom:
-Nagisa
-Karma
-Kaede
Sorry, that's it-
•Naruto:
-Naruto (I love him. He's way better than Sasuke.)
-Sasuke (I really hated him, but he's better now that he's an adult.)
-Sakura (I LOVE HEERRRR 💞❤️ She's my second favorite Naruto girl, and my third most simped for Naruto character!)
-Kakashi (He's a pretty cool character, but I like Obito more, sorry.)
-Shikamaru (Omfg, I love him sm. I wanna marry him. My first most simped for Naruto character. And, my second favorite Naruto couple!)
-Kiba (I adore him, he's a lil bean uwu)
-Neji (I really love his character. His fight with that one freaky looking dude in the Sasuke retrieval arc was my fav Naruto (Not Shippuden) fight!)
-Itachi (I used to simp for him, but not really anymore lol.)
-Kushina (MARRY. ME. BEST MOM. BEST WIFE. BEST GIRL. BEST UZUMAKI. BEST JINCHUURIKI. BEST HUMAN. My favorite Naruto girl. My favorite Naruto couple and mom. And my second most simped for Naruto character.)
-Temari (Such a bad bitch. My third fav Naruto girl. My fourth most simped for Naruto character. And, my second favorite Naruto couple. Her and Shikamaru are perfect together.)
-Minato (I love him)
-Hinata (I really like her, but Sakura's still way better. Idc what anyone else thinks.)
-Gaara (Bro, I love him. He has such good character development.)
I think that's all? Feel free to ask if there's a character you're not sure about ☺️
•The Promised Neverland:
-Emma (The most precious baby 🥺 👉👈)
-Ray (Ahh, I love him with all my heart!)
-Norman (He's amazing, I love him.)
-I'll try Gilda and Don (I lowkey hate both of them, but- )
That's all I can really do for now, because I haven't finished reading the manga yet, and I don't know/like any other characters enough to write for them.
•Demon Slayer:
-Tanjirou
-Nezuko
-Zenitsu (He's so slept on)
-Inosuke
-Tomioka (I don't get why everyone loves him)
-Kanao (MUST PROTECCC 💪💪)
-Shinobu (I'm obsessed with her 😪✊)
-Muichirou (I love him sm!! He's my fav character! )
-Obani (Why👏did👏I👏fall👏in👏love👏with👏him👏when👏I'm👏already👏married👏to👏Muichirou😩👏
-Mitsuri (I don't love her. I don't hate her.)
I have read the manga. I will NEVER write for any of the demons. Especially fucking Doma 😠🤬🖕👎
•My Hero Academia:
-Deku (I actually don't like him that much lol)
-Bakugou (Low-key hate him 🙂 Fight me.)
-Ururaka (I love her soooooo much)
-Todoroki (He deserved more. Fuck Endeavor 🤬🖕)
-Kirishima (He's alright I guess. Kind of annoying though.)
-Denki (I love him ❤️)
-Jirou (I love her and ship her with Denki 💞)
-Momo (She really needs more love. I also ship her with Todo 😣👉👈)
-Aizawa (I don't simp for him, but he's okay.)
-Toga (I love the crazy bitches, Idk why)
-Tamaki (He's my fav character. I love him )
-Nejire (She's adorable!!)
I don't write for Hawks, sorry. If anyone requests Endeavor or Allmight, I will shit on you. No, literally.
•Black Butler:
-Ciel (Ahhh, I love him sm. Idk what's wrong with me- )
-Sebastian (He's so hot- )
-Alois (My fav character)
-Grell (My second fav character. When I write for them, I'm going to use gender neutral pronouns, because the creator hasn't specified if they're trans, or just act like that. And, they're technically a soul reaper anyways, so to avoid making anyone angry, I'm just gonna use they/them.
Sorry, that's all for this anime haha.
•One Punch Man:
-Saitama (He's one of my favorite anime characters ever 👀)
-Genos
-Speed O' Sound Sonic
-Mumen Rider (I felt for him after that fight with the deep sea king... )
•Death Note:
-Light (I hate him, ngl)
-L (I love him though)
-Misa (She deserved better than Light's dumbass 😤)
-Ryuuk (He's my favorite character.)
•Black Clover:
-Asta
-Yuno
-Noelle
-Yami
-Julius
-Luck (I LOVE HIM)
-Magna
-Vanessa (My dad likes her lmao)
-Gauche
-Charmy
-Four Eyes (*Doesn't remember name*)
-Zora
-Secre
-Licht
-Gordon
-Mimosa
•Seven Deadly Sins:
-Meliodas (He's my favorite sin, and probably character as well.)
-Elizabeth (She annoys the hell outta me, ngl)
-Ban (I don't get everyone simping for him ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )
-King (Underrated bb 💞)
-Diane (Omg, she's literally the best)
-Escanor (He got way too much hype tbh)
-Merlin
-Gowther
-Elaine (I literally love her sm 💖💖)
•Attack On Titan:
-Eren (I actually hate him-)
-Mikasa (I didn't really like her that much, but I think she'd be easier for me to write for)
-Armin (I love him, he's my second favorite character)
-Levi (He's alright)
-Hange (THE. BADDEST. BITCH. Fav character. I love her.)
I'm thinking about adding more, but for now, that's all. Depending on the request I might still accept other characters though!
•A Silent Voice:
-Shouko (She deserved better 😤)
-Shoya (I don't know how to feel about him anymore-)
-Yuzuru (I loved her so much! One of my favorite anime characters.)
•Violet Evergarden:
-Violet (MY BABY)
I AM SO SORRY- She's the only one I'm willing to do for this anime.
Rn, those are the only fandoms I'm writing for! I'm thinking about writing for Fullmetal Alchemist, Soul Eater, Tokyo Ghoul, Fairy Tale, Bleach, Blue Exorcist, InuYasha, Noragami, Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun, Darling In The Franxx, and Sword Art Online in the future though ^^' !
I've only watched around 150 anime, but if you have a request for something from a different anime, I might do it. Or if you just want me to add another anime to the list of ones I write for.
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~Gloom 🌧️
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El Star Maze Fan Meetup Translation
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Warning: It’s 51 min long - translation start from 4:40
Raven: One, two, three
MAZE: "No way out!" We're MAZE!
Host: Aren't their outfit and concept just a fantastic combo? Wow, they're so cool! First of all, please tell us how you feel about meeting your fans for the first time!
Raven: Hi, I'm Raven, leader and the dancer of MAZE. Thanks for coming all the way here on such a hot day.
Ciel: Hi, I'm the rapper of MAZE. I'm so touched that so many of you showed up today. I'll try my best so you guys can have a great time.
Ain: Hi, everyone. Remember my name? Yes, I'm Ain. Thank you for keeping your promise. I'll be together in your time today.
T/L note: insert Ain's anime reference here
Host: I thought some of you were going to faint from Ain making a cheeky(?) comment there. Anyway, so many of you, our MIA are here today. MAZE is the first one to have their fan name decided, and this is our first fan meeting. Can you tell us why it's named MIA?
T/L note: “Mia” 미아 means "lost child" in Korean
Raven: MIA is the name of our fan club.
Ain: It's from the name of our group, MAZE. It means that they are lost in us... MAZE.
Raven: There were other good candidates for the name of the fan club, so it was really tough to choose.
Ciel: But after seeing our fans were volunteering to become "lost children" for us, it made us like the name even more.
Ain: Mr. Leader said he likes the name because he could feel the conviction from our fans.
Raven: Uh.. yeah, that too, but it was a good opportunity for me to make my own conviction as well... that I should work harder for the fans that have become lost children for us.
Ain: Hmmm, since our name means a literal maze... shouldn't we make them get lost even more?
Raven: Uh... that's a little...
Ciel: Hahaha... The maze our fans will get lost in will be the safest maze in the world, so don't worry.
Ciel: Besides, we'll come find you no matter what.
Raven: -Ehem- Uh... yeah.
Host: Uh... MAZE saying that they'll be the safest maze for their MIA sounds so sweet. How about you guys?
Host: As some of you already know from attending other ELSTAR meetups, but we're about to move on to the most anticipated moment of the event. We'll see how much love our idols can show our fans. Then, MAZE, please show your fans how much you love them!
Raven: -Ehem- Uh, we learned something for today's special occasion. Everyone, I... I...
Ain: -makes the heart sign with his fingers-
Raven: I... I congratulate you for coming all the way here with your life still attached.
Ciel: Geesh... Okay, Ciel will do something special. It's a little old-fashioned but I felt that this works the best for me. I look forward to your support, everyone!
Ain: That... makes you look a bit old. Hmm, I heard humans show their affection this way nowadays. I learned it with Mr. Leader for today. How's this? I'll use both my hands.
Host: Wow... Our MIA's are totally floored. Now, it's your turn, everyone! Show them how much you love them!
Host: Let's talk about their debut single! It hasn't been released yet so I'm guessing a lot of you are very curious! for Mega Cake, the song was released before the event so everyone was able to cheer during the song and all, but the song is still shrouded in veil! Please let us know when the song will be released!
Raven: Hmm, it's tomorrow. August 5th.
Ain: That's right. I heard you will be able to listen to it from various streaming sites.
Ciel: Whoa, I can't wait! I'd appreciate it if you guys can give it a listen.
Host: Our MIA's can't wait! Everyone is curious about the song. Tell us more about it.
Raven: The song is called 말야 ("you know"), "Reset"
Ciel: It'll be a totally different song from TrinityACE and Mega Cake, but I think the song fits well with our image.
Ain: Yes, it's powerful, but at the same time, like me, it's...
Ciel: ...wut.
Ain: It's very emotional.
Host: Strong and emotional? I wonder what the song is like. Now let's take a look at the FIRST part of their music video!
Host: The full version will be released on August 12th on Elsword's YouTube! So please look forward to it!
Host: Are you ready? x3
Host: Please cheer on!
Host: How was that, everyone?
Host: I think the MAZE is so shocked by your response that they can't even speak!
Ain: ...I'm just really tired from coming back from all that dancing.
Raven: Uh... Thank you for liking it so passionately.
Ciel: We did our best for our MIA's. How was it? I wanted to... -gets interrupted- Yes, yes, I wanted to show you a lot more, but it's too bad.
Ain: But you can watch the full version next week. You'll wait until then, won't you? Thank you~
Host: I love their black outfit, but their white ones from their MV were good too. Don't you think so? Thank you for liking them. Now, let's talk about the song.
Host: Apparently in the lyric, there is a part that says "even if I am born again, I'll come find you."
Host: Also the part where they say they'll always remember the one they love was really touching. What do you think about the story, MAZE? Do the three of you also have someone important?
Raven: Yes, you can say that I did...
Ciel: -sigh- Raven... Seriously, what do you mean you "did"..? If you say it in a past tense, you make it hard for anyone to ask about it.
Ciel: I also did have people who were precious to me. Of course, I do even now.
Ain: I see, that's how it is for you two.
Raven: Ain, you don't?
Ain: Hmm, I don't know... I think our MIA's are important to me...
Ain: ...is what I'm supposed to say as an idol, yes? Hahaha
Ciel: You traitor... You wanted to worm your way out of this on your own! He sure knows how to be an idol...
Host: Uh... yeah. Don't all of you want to be MAZE's important person? We want to hear your honest answers. Do you have the confidence to recognize the one you love even if you are reborn?
Raven: That's a difficult question. I don't think... I can be that sure. But if there is a way to tell, then I'll do whatever it takes to make sure I can recognize them.
Host: ooohhhhhh
Ciel: I'm sure I can. Even if they're reborn and look different, I'm sure I will be able to tell.
Ain: I'm sure you can, Mr. Rapper. There's no way there'd be two of such a d.... no, person.
Ciel: -awkward laughter- Ain, you.... -angry-
Raven: What about you, Ain?
Ain: Hmm, well, I think it's a meaningless "what if" story. But if I had to give an answer, I feel like I will be able to tell.
Ain: No matter the world we're reborn in, no matter what we look like, I'm sure I'll be able to tell if it's someone precious like our MIA's.
Raven: So the two of you can be that sure, huh. Amazing.
Ain: Amazing, isn't it?
Ciel: lol
Host: Okay, let's move on to the next question. It's a favorite question during fan meetups! What was the toughest thing you had to do during your preparation for the stage?
Ciel: I'll tell you first. Hmm, let's see. Everyone was such fast learners, so it wasn't difficult during our practices. Raven choreographed the whole thing himself, as well as the movements and whatnot. Ain and I just had to follow his lead.
Ain: Give him a round of applause.
Ain: I said give him a round of applause.
Ain: Yes, he's right. Mr. Leader worked out everything, but he also wasted no time in pointing out what we need to fix and improve on during practices. We got through the training really quickly thanks to that.
Ain: Hmm, compared to other idol groups, it looked like we had spent less time practicing.
Raven: It was all possible because everyone followed so well.
Ciel: Thanks to that, I even had enough time to check on Lu although I was worried I won't have the time. it. It's all thanks to Raven.
Ain: I heard it gets hectic after debut, but we had a relatively easier time thanks to Mr. Leader here.
Ain: Right, Mr. Leader?
Raven: I don't need a word of thanks from the two of you. It made me reflect on what makes a leader a leader. I... I think I have a lot to work on still.
Ciel: Right, guys? I think you're the best leader, Raven.
Ain: That's right. I agree. It can't be someone who's never around because they're taking care of someone else...
Ciel: -awkward cough- Hey, I'm not the only one who disappears mysteriously from time to time.
Ciel: But I agree that Raven is a perfect leader. Then majority rules... Raven is our leader forever!
Ain: Haha, I guess it's decided then.
Raven: Well, uh... I guess this is the toughest part of our preparation for the stage. Finding a way to improve things.
Ciel: Geesh, just how much of a better leader are you trying to be?
Ain: He's right.
Host: Let's read the profiles of our MAZE! I'm sure you even memorized all of them!
Host: Who should go first? Yes! Let's go with Raven first!
Host: Let's see.. his favorite food is... different flavors of jerky?
Raven: Yeah, we have a lot of different flavors nowadays, so it's fun trying them.
Ciel: When we first met, he had a pile of jerky that I thought he was an alcoholic.
Ciel: But after seeing him take out a bag of jerky anywhere anytime, I realized he just likes the jerky itself.
Ain: What's your reason for only eating jerky even when we have a mountain of desserts in our house?
Raven: It's not so much about the flavor, but I guess it's a habit from eating it so often since a long time ago.
Host: Then... what's your favorite flavor now?
Raven: Recently, I've been trying things like spicy, cheese, honey flavor... but I personally prefer tastes that have a good solid base. It tastes good every time I chew on them.
Ain: Hmm, Mr. Rapper, do you know how to make jerky too?
Ciel: Uh, yes, but... it takes too much effort to make them. I just wish he'll eat all the cookies and desserts. Why do you ask?
Ain: I thought it'd be a better idea to make something each other can enjoy if you're going to cook.
Raven: Hmm, but there's a website where I buy my jerky from, so it doesn't matter.
Ain: Hahaha, okay. I'll just eat whatever I get then.
Host: Can we know where this website is? Haha. Okay, maybe this is one of the most often asked questions, especially if you're a fan of Raven. Raven always has bandages on his left hand. Everyone's worried that you got injured. Can you tell us why you have it wrapped in bandages?
Raven: Ah, sorry, but I can't.
Ciel: Aw, come on, Raven. You can hear our fans being disappointed. You can tell them. We're okay.
Raven: What does you being okay with it have anything to do with--
Ain: That's right. I actually know why too. Black Flame Dragon is sealed in his left arm... is it not?
T/N: Black flame dragon is an old meme.. it's a very uh.. chuunibyou thing... it's from (中二病でも恋がしたい！)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m1SxXB87v4Y
Ain: It's running rampant every time you're dancing, so you sealed it away with bandages, did you not?
Raven: ...
Ciel: What the heck are you saying? His arm actually... has a cute hedgehog clinging on it that he had to hide it with bandages.
Raven: You're both wrong... so stop it.
Ciel: How long are you going to keep it a secret?
Raven: It's nothing serious, so you don't have to worry about it.
Ciel: But we're seriously curious... Right, MIA's?
Raven: Uh, I actually... it's because...
Ain: You really don't have to be ashamed of your black flame dragon.
Raven: Stop it because it's embarrassing.
Ciel: You don't have to be ashamed of hedgehogs either
Raven: Can we move on to the next question?Host: Our MIA's are disappointed, but let's move on to protect our Leader. It's Ciel's turn now!
Host: So your hobby is to collect cute things, despite your dashing looks!
Ciel: That's right! I love collecting cute dolls and things. I love Bebe bird, Phoru and Hedgehog dolls especially. I feel better whenever I look at cute things, don't you?
Ain: I... I'm not sure.
Ciel: You're not into it? What about you, Raven? Isn't the limited edition doll I gifted you cute?
Raven: Uh... Uh... Huh? Uh yeah. The giant hedgehog doll? It's quite useful. I use it as a pillow. It's so soft.
Ciel: What? ...It was my prized collection. I waited in line to get it since it was a limited edition...
Ain: Hmm, sounds like you should've gifted him a bean bag.
Ciel: No... if he's putting it to good use, then that's fine.
Raven: Uh I'm sorry about that.
Host: So he used a doll as a cushion... That sure sounds like Raven. Let's talk about Ciel's specialty! He's good at baking and shooting?
Ciel: I've done both for a long time. Especially baking. I learned it from someone who was taking care of me before I became a manager.
Ain: Oh... I see. Before you were a manager? It sounds like a long time ago.
Ciel: It was when I was young... Let's talk about that at another time.
Ciel: I'm really good at baking cookies and ice cream.
Raven: Ah, yes. Ciel's cookies are my 2nd favorite thing after jerky. They look too fancy to eat sometimes, but they're as good as they look.
Ciel: I care a lot about how they look as well as how they taste. I'm into making different flavors of hedgehog cookies nowadays.
Ain: Ah, the red, blue, and purple hedgehogs?
Ciel: Yes. I saw some merch of hedgehogs so I was inspired by that.
Ciel: They all taste different!
Ain: Ah... I see. Is that so? I liked the red one the most.
Fans: -dies-
Ain: I didn't care too much about the purple one.
Raven: So that's why I only saw blue and purple hedgehog cookies. That reminds me, the purple one's leaf was all broken.
Ciel: What? There's no way... Ain, was it broken when you were eating the cookies too?
Raven: What did you say just now. Ciel?
Ciel: Uh.. hedgehog cookies. What were we talking about? Hmm anyway, I'll bake them again.
Ain: Heh, thank you. I said it before, but make extra red ones, please.
Host: ...what did we see just now? Haha, uh I thought someone disappeared all of a sudden, but maybe that was just me. Whose turn is it now? That's right. It's Ain's turn. Ain's profile didn't have enough information, it seemed.
Ain: Oh... is it? I thought I filled it out properly. See? Hobbies are reading books and watching movies. I don't have anything, particularly I like or dislike. I'm quite good at everything I do, and I love our MIA's.
Ciel: What am I going to do with that guy...
Raven: Uh... I'm not in any position to say anything on the subject, but it sure does feel like a lot is missing.
Ain: Well, isn't this fairly generic?
Raven: I don't think I've ever seen you read or watch anything though...
Ciel: That's right.
Ain: That's because... I do it when no one's watching.
Ciel: Is it? Then what's your favorite scene?
Ain: Haha, are you trying to make sure I get enough screen time?
T/N Note: Ain is saying in a “by asking me so many personal questions? you don't have to, Ciel” tone
Ain: Hmm, let's see... ah, I like watching documentaries. I find it interesting how they've captured exactly how humans live. Uh, I read religious texts. I personally find them interesting.
Ciel: Is... that so? I think I've seen him pray in the morning... Are you religious?
Ain: That's... a secret.
Raven: Uh, it's not a cult, is it?
Ain: It's nothing strange, so there's no need for you to worry.
Host: Ain's profile had something interesting.
Ain: Yes?
Host: So you give others nicknames? Is that why you call Ciel and Raven, Mr. Rapper and Mr. Leader?
Ain: Oh, that's because... they asked me not to call them by their nicknames publicly. Uh, at our house, I...
Ciel: Ain...
Raven: ...
Ain: Haha, I call them by different nicknames, but it's a secret, Ms. Host. It's a personal nickname.
Raven: Yes, they're very personal... It's awkward for everyone to know...
Ciel: Yeah, it's embarrassing.
Ain: That's too bad that you find it embarrassing. I thought I did my best to give you guys fitting nicknames. No?
Ciel: -sigh- Well, Lu said if you call her by her nickname again, she'll make sure you won't be able to set foot in the entertainment industry again...
Raven: Ain, we're okay with being called by our nicknames, but maybe it's better for you to not call people by nicknames they don't want.
Ain: Hmm.. but it's based on facts. Is it really that bad?
Raven: Even if it's based on facts, it can hurt their feelings.
Ain: I don't think I quite understand, but I should be wary of Lu's threat...
Ciel: If Lu hears that, she'll flip out... You're going to edit this out, won't you?
Host: Sure. Let's have a Q&A time! We're going to go over the questions we got on our social media. Let's look at our first question.
Host: This is one of the most asked questions that everyone asked.
Host: Everyone said it's hard to catch the three of you together, so they're worried that you guys aren't actually that close.
Host: TrinityAce and Mega Cake were seen together often... Were you guys able to grow closer while you were preparing for your debut?
Raven: Yes, we did. Each of us has our own personal things to worry about, but we were all busy with our debut.
Ciel: Raven, if you say it like that, it sounds too business-like... You have to explain it in a way that shows exactly how close we all are.
Raven: Uh.. is that so? I don't know how to put it... Hmm... we've gotten close to the point where we can't stop talking during meal times.
Ain: Haha, that's true, but that's not the kind of closeness Mr. Rapper was talking about.
Ciel: Wait, maybe we're the only ones that think we got close when Raven doesn't think that way?
Ain: Oh, so you felt that way... but can you not loop me in that by saying "we"?
Ciel: What? so I'm the only one who felt that way?
Ain: I was kidding.
Ciel: ...Uh, I guess we can say we've gotten close to a point where we can joke like this....?
Raven: Ah, yes. I'm no longer taken aback by situations like this.
Host: Haha... do they look like they're close? I guess they are. Moving on to the 2nd most asked question. So, we've never seen them together before. So, what exactly were you guys doing off on your own? Can you tell us?
Ciel: Uh... uh... I feel guilty of this... what a straight-forward question...
Ain: Mr. Rapper has a lot to feel guilty about. A bone-hitting question, no?
Raven: You got hit in the bone? Are you okay?
Ciel: Hey, that's not it! He means she cornered me with her question.
Ain: Yes... it's a metaphor.
Raven: I see... Where do you guys learn these things?
Ciel: I learn from reading El Live comments. Our viewers are very expressive.
Ain: Are we not going to answer the question?
Raven: Ah, oh no. I was distracted. I normally practice or watch other group's dance videos when I'm alone.
Ain: So that's why you were in the room all the time.
Ciel: He likes to be a hermit sometimes.
Ain: Right? Completely opposite of you, Mr. Rapper.
Raven: Next up is you, Ciel. What do you do when you're alone? Other than taking care of Lu.
Ciel: Ah... it's rare, but if I have some time alone, then I go to the shooting range or bake cookies. They have a lot of cute dolls as prizes in the shooting range. As long as I got no competition, I can get as many of them as I like.
Ain: Whether it's spending time at the shooting range or baking cookies.... it doesn't change the fact that our house gets full of stuff.
Ain: At this rate, the whole house is going to be full of cookies and dolls.
Ciel: Fine, I'll try to get rid of them.
Raven: Ain, it's your turn.
Ain: Ah, is it? Are you guys looking forward to it?
Ain: When I'm alone... it's a secret.
Ciel: Ain, what are you doing? You can't say it's a secret.
Ain: I was kidding, but... I said everything when I was talking about profiles earlier
Host: That wasn't... such a satisfying answer... but we all know, don't we? I'm sure our MIA's all know what they were doing on their own.
Host: Let's move to individual questions and not a group question. We've asked this during the previous fan meet up. Can you tell us your first impression and current opinion of each member? Staring with our leader.
Raven: I felt comfortable when I heard Ciel is the same age as me. I was a bit nervous about the debut, but Ciel knew the ins and outs of the industry, so I knew I could count on him. But... it was a bit worrying that from the moment we met, our topic kept switching over to Lu... but, yeah. It made quite an impression on me how he ended up talking about Lu within 10 minutes of the first time we talked to each other.
Ciel: I.. uh, sorry about that.
Raven: But now I understand how much he cherishes Lu, and he's doing his job as a member of MAZE, so there's no problem there.
Ciel: My first priority is always Lu. I feel bad about inconveniencing everyone about that.
Raven: Don't worry about it. Lu is like our own member. I don't think it's a bad thing that you take care of her. Besides, you let us know before you go visit Lu now, so it's good.
Ain: Mr. Leader, you're so understanding.
Ciel: We're blessed to have such a wonderful leader, aren't we?
Ain: Yes.
Raven: I guess it's about Ain now. I had a good first impression of him. His skill was impressive, and he was also social unlike me... but maybe calling someone by their nickname isn't such a social thing...?
Ciel: Ain is social...?
Ain: Ahahaha... Do you have a problem with that, Mr. Rapper?
Ciel: A lot.
Raven: Well, I was surprised back then, but just as he said so on his profile, he's good at everything he does. He's an excellent member.
Ain: Haha, thank you.
Ciel: I guess it's my turn.
Ciel: When I first heard that Raven, who is the same age as me, was going to debut with me I was surprised. I thought I was too old for an idol debut, but I thought maybe it's okay if he was doing it also...?
Ain: Haha
Raven: I never thought about that.
Ciel: Well, like what Lu said, age doesn't matter. But regardless, I thought you may be strict but you're honest and hardworking, so you would be a reliable member if we debut together.
Raven: So you had such a good opinion of me from the beginning? I'm a little embarrassed.
Ciel: For Ain, I thought he actually doesn't like me...
Ain: No way.
Ciel: And when he met Lu, I thought he hated Lu even more than me.
Ain: :D
Ciel: But after some time passed, I realized he has his own problems, but he is a good guy after all. They still fight when Lu and Ain meet, but I let them fight cuz now it feels like it became their habit to fight. I asked Lu later and she said she doesn't really hate Ain either... believe it or not. Lu has more experience in the industry, so she likes to give her advice which I relay.
Ain: But why does she care so much? She could pretend like she doesn't care.
T/N Note: I don't know if Ain is talking about Lu or Ciel -_-
Ciel: Maybe you two have gotten too close to not care now...?
T/N Note: I don't know if he's talking about himself or about Lu
Ain: I guess it's my turn? Hmm, when I first met Mr. Leader, his bandaged arm made quite an impression on me. I thought he was injured, but he gave his all during practices and everything. Now, I... just consider it a strange concept he's adopted.
Ciel: Wait, Ain... do you have anything else to say other than his arm....?
Ain: Ah, I found it easy to get along because he doesn't talk that much, hahaha
Raven: Noted...
Ain: As for Mr. Rapper...
Ciel: Hmm? What was the question again?
Raven: Something about first impressions...?
Ciel: Was that all?
Ain: Seems so.
Raven: Hmm...
Ciel: What's wrong, Raven?
Raven: It's not easy to meet our fans like this. I think today's memory will last a long time for me. So I'm trying to engrave it in my heart so I can remember it more clearly.
Ain: So sentimental all of a sudden, Mr. Leader
Ciel: Right...? Is he about to cry?
Ain: Ah, maybe it's the black flame dragon in his arm and he's trying to hide it?
Raven: It's not that...
Ciel: We're kidding. We know how you feel. It's good to see you guys in person. Some of you MIAs' plushies are cute too. Can you tell me where you got them next time?
Ain: ...You're hopeless.
Ain: I guess that means your collection pile will grow bigger...
Host: I guess that's inevitable if you live together in the same house.
Host: It's time to end this
Host: Let's hear from MAZE about how they feel.
Raven: I was worried this fan meet up will be boring, but now I feel like it ended all too soon. I don't know if you enjoyed yourselves. But you'll still have the song and the MV to look forward to. I don't know about talking, but I'm more confident when I'm performing on stage.
Ciel: Worrying about Lu's fan meet up feels like it was yesterday, but I guess now our own is about to end. I had a lot of fun being able to talk to you face to face in the same place. I think this was a memorable experience. Thanks for coming all the way out here. Next up...
Ciel: ...uh, who was it? Who was it?
Host: Do you remember who was next?
Host: Please tell us who's next!
Ain: Ahahaha... I'm sorry. I was too sad when I thought about how this was the end. Thank you for remembering me and waiting for me. Today's fan meetup ends, but our song will be released tomorrow, and MV next week... We'll have more to show you later, so I hope you'll look forward to them. See you later!
-host tells people to tell MAZE w.e the fk they wanna say and people proceed to scream out their heart's desires-
Raven: Today's such a hot day, so be careful on your way back. One two three, no way out! We're MAZE!
Ciel: Bye everyone!
Ain: Bye!
Raven: See you next time.
#i said this is long#elsword translation#im kinda sorry i didnt post it earlier#i mean i had it on my discord server since august 10 2019#maze fan meeting#maze#elstar#el star
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SG1
Season 3 episode 13
"FOOTHOLD"
Notes by me
- I like these rain coats
- Daniel still looking for Keb . hoping we find The Boy soon 🤞
- Jack not hearing anything anyone says bc he has water in his ears. I 100% know he is just being dramatic for kicks
- "hows a needle in my butt gonna get water outa my ears?"
- Daniel and Jack yelling at each other thru the curtain
"WHAT?"
"........WHAT?"
I love my hard of hearing kids
- why doesnt Daniel admit that this kid is his stepson. Pls im begging
- "listen really jam it in this time ok?"
- oh good! Evil janet
- why didnt I get to see their butts when they got the needle. Why did god abandon me
- "a viable new homeworld" aliens doing some real estate???
- tealc too sexy to capture 10/10
- im sorry this whole scene of tealc grabbing his gun and sneaking around base is making me blush alright dont @ me
- tealc and Sam adventure!
- "we cant trust anyone in the mountain" I love it when they call it The Mountain
- "I'll come back for you"
"Of that I am certain"
💞❤💞❤💞❤💞💞❤💞❤💞
- she came out of the hatch gasping. Makes me wonder how long of a climb that ladder is
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- Sam's outfit is so hot. Big black leather jacket and cargo pants? Gotta be my favorite gender
- hammond and fraiser acting like its just the chemical spill making them have halucitnations. I AINT DOUBTING MY KIDS
- Daniel and jack!!! They look so funny in 90s baggy clothes
- "MAYBOURNE YOU ARE AN IDIOT EVERY DAY OF THE WEEK, YOU COULDNT TAKE ONE DAY OFF?!"
- no glasses!Daniel
- I dont trust them. Theyre too serious
- also theres still 24 min left so somethings gonna happen
- I am so so glad she knew it wasnt Jack before shooting him
- major davis!!
- Sam and maybourne team up 😤
- real!jack
- these gooey vines are making me cringe
- ok ok maybourne grabbing daniels throat. I'm just here to have fun i guess
- sam!Daniel is something to think about
- I dont trust maybourne as far as I can throw him
- real!davis is here!! I dont care what anyone says I still love him
- the aliens put that guy through that machine and he came out the butt hole
- these squelching noises arent fun for me
- oh no dont hurt junior :(
- *Jack takes janets head piece off* *screeching noise* *quickly puts it back on* "maybe they didnt hear that"
- Jack not wanting to open janets shirt lol
- sam!Daniel comes in and calls him Sir and Colonel and he still didnt see it was Sam ???? Also theres an alien invasion happening and hes so calm and collected when he says "yes?" Such casual conversation for a time like this
- IM LOVE micheal shanks acting like Sam
- "ive come for the bald prisoner"
- wait where has the real Daniel been this whole time
- aksjdjdjd maybourne comes in looking like hes gonna rob a bank
- *garbling* *explodes*
- whos gonna clean all that up
- "coat of paint" Jack pls
- so they just got away with all their knowledge????? And theyre just out there with all this info that they can give the goauld????? WHAT IS HAPPENING
- P3X118
- sam creating a frequency so that they can make sure this doesnt happen again. Thats why shes the brains
- maybourne crediting Sam???? You know what that is???? Growth
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Whump under the cut
Jack Oniell whump: needle injection, passing out, suspended from cieling by tentacles, waking up confused
Sam carter whump: needle injection, passing out, weak, waking up confused, "I feel sick" , tired, back handed, thrown
Daniel jackson whump: unconcious, not!Daniel whump: gunpoint, choked
Tealc whump: unconcious, waking up confused, weak, knock out gassed, restrained to bed, tortured, arm bandage, handcuffs, junior experimented on
Janet fraiser whump: unconcious, knocked out
No glasses!Daniel for less than 5 minutes
#stargate season 3#fraiser whump#no glasses!daniel#jack whump season 3#tealc whump season 3#sam whump season 3#daniel whump season 3
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No Scrubs Allowed
A/N: I got another one for y’all. So, I was listening to the 90′s R&B/Hip-Hop playlist on Apple Music and “No Scrubs” by TLC came on and that's when I got the idea of writing a one-shot inspired by this very song. This is a one-shot of Erik “Killmonger” Stevens and his boy out and about during the summer when he stops the Black Reader and her friend beside them; he tries to shoot his shot. What will happen? Hmm...
WARNING: Profanity; c*ck blocking and pettiness.
RECOMMENDED LISTENING: No Scrubs by TLC
PAIRING: Erik Stevens x Black Reader
July 4th, a hot summer day when Erik was in the passenger seat of a 2020 Fluorescent Yellow Neon Lamborghini Aventador. The inside interior was a glossy leather with a dark oakwood dashboard, banging sound system and red threading on the outer corner of the seats. He looked over his lighter complexion friend who drove 10 and 2. “A, why the fuck you driving like that man”, he asked leaned back in his seat.
“Because this is a nice ass car, man, and I ain’t tryna scratch it the fuck up.” Erik rolled his eyes before scrolling through Instagram. “Bruh, cars come and go, my G.” Aaron looked at his friend with an appalled face and said: “Niggaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, this shit was ex-pen-sive. Do you not see this detail. The dashboard was made Italy by delicate hands.” They finally pulled up to a red light when another car pulled up; a 2012 Nissan Altima. Erik looked over to see the driver, a woman with skin like his, long hair and bright colored nails. She was dancing to the Apple’s playlist.
Erik noticed another woman. Chocolate skin with her kinky curls in a low ponytail and a smile on her face watching her friend. Erik tapped Aaron’s arm before leaning out, whistling to get their attention. The driver looked over at him and rolled her window up until her friend smacked her arm to roll it back down. “How y’all ladies doing today? I’m Erik and this is my dude Aaron.” The driver looked at him up and down then at the car; she looked passed Erik then Aaron.
“Hello, Aaron. I’m Kelly and this is Y/N. How you doing” she said as she bit her lip. Aaron was too focus on the road. Erik looked at her face and chuckled until he saw Y/N looking at her. “How you doing, princess”, he asked Y/N and she said “I’m fine. It's just a little hot out here. They smiled at one another and before she can say anything else, Kelly blocked his view. “She is way too good for your freeloading ass. Ya game is weak as fuck and you need to get like ya friend. You broke ass nigga.” She turned up the radio as TLC’s No Scrubs played and sang the words loud enough for him to hear. He was about to tell her off until he noticed Y/N shaking her hand. He looked her as she signaled him to follow to the 7/ll straight ahead with a wink. Erik nodded watching them drive off and tapped Aaron saying “follow them but stay a few cars behind.”
Aaron looked to him chuckling and did as he was told. They followed the girls never being detected until the pulled into the lot. Kelly parked and Y/N got out the car with her phone in hand; they stood and talked for a while. When Erik saw her walk into the front door, he was stunned. She wore a tie-dye body con dress with Vans and her body was nothing like he ever imagined. She was thicker than a bowl oatmeal out the freezer. When Aaron parked beside them, Erik stepped out in his white tee, army cargos, and fresh air force ones with his black diamond watch and his father’s chain. Kelly scoffed and before she can even say anything, he placed his hand a few inches as saying ‘talk to the hand.’
When he walked in, looking for her when he spotted her in the chip aisle. He walked up to her with his hands in his pockets. “If I were you, I would get the Limon Lays. The perfect combo of salty and sweet.” Y/N looked up to him grinning before getting the chips. “Good choice.” She began walking when she signaled him to follow. “So, Erik. I just wanted to apologize for Kelly. She can be a huge b-word sometimes”, she said while choosing a watermelon Arizona; he nodded in approval. They began walking to the candy aisle when he said “Nah, don’t trip, little one. I’m used to those types of females. But why you hang around her? You seem sweeter than this whole fucking aisle.”
She giggled and said “that was a good one. See, ya game ain’t weak at all.” He chuckled with his fist to his mouth. “Nah, I’m playing. I knew her since we were younger. She was only the friend I ever had.” Erik looked out to see Kelly flirting with Aaron, touching his chest and all. Y/N watched them too when Erik said: “well, she ain’t ya only friend anymore, Y/N.” She looked up to him to see he was looking at her as well. He touched her arm with his fingertips and said “look, I don’t know her all too well but her heart ain’t in the right place. Kelly ain’t all that special little one”; he wrapped his arm around her neck as they walked around grabbing more snack.
They soon were at the register when Erik put his snacks with hers. “And who said I was paying for yours too”, she asked with an amused look but was being ignored by Erik who was smiling. “Your total is $45.98. Will that be cash, debit or credit”, the cashier asked and before Y/N pulled out her card, Erik said “cash” and pulled out a roll of hundreds out his pocket; Y/N watched as he handed him the money and got his change back. Erik pulled their bag to the side and her hand in his hand softly. She was mentally asking who he was and it was like her read her mind. He looked out and she followed his gaze, smiling and looking down. “So, Y/N. What do you have planned for tonight”, he asked with a smile making her blush even more.
He walked out with their bag in hand and saw how close Kelly was to Aaron at the front of the car. “Aight, A. I need the keys man.” Aaron nodded and passed them into Erik’s hands. Kelly folded her arms and asked, “Aaron, you are really gonna let him borrow your car.” She rolled her eyes when Erik went to the passenger side and received no answer until she heard the door open. “Aye, princess. Did ya get everything ya pretty self wanted” Erik and she raised the bags of Malibu Pineapple Rum, Vodka and Jack Daniels with chasers. “Sure did, E.”
“Damn, you gonna drink all of that,” Erik asked with a chuckle. She walked over to the car to get her small backpack then to him saying “well, you did say I could get anything and everything I wanted. It was all on you, remember.” He shrugged and said, “I am a man of my word.” She stood next to him when Kelly said “lemme get this straight. Aaron, you letting him borrow your car and money. Before Aaron said anything, Erik stopped and said: “Kelly, love do me a favor and read the license plate for us.” Kelly looked at him then to Aaron.
“K. L. L. M. N. G. R”, she read and Erik slowly applauded her; “very good. You can read”. He looked to Y/N and said “now, Y/N. Do me a favor and tell her my nickname. I just love how you say it.” She giggled and in a sweet voice, she said “Killmonger”. He shimmied as he opened the door for her and handing her the bags. “Oweeeee. The way she says it, makes a king feel good.” He looked at Kelly, closed the door and said “Ya see. I had to remove the vowels so that my whole name can fit. I let Aaron drive it because he has never been in one.” He stood in front of her and said: “ya know, with a such a pretty face, you sure do have a shitty ass personality.” He went to Aaron and gave him dap. “Aight, bruh. Get home safe. I know Kelly will give ya a ride.”
Aaron chuckled and Killmonger got in the car, buckling them in and asked Y/N “so, beautiful. What ya got a taste for” as he caressed her chin. She thought about and said “how about pizza? I know the best place in downtown. Waaaay cheesier than you.” Erik started the car and laughed. “Damn, must be cheesy as hell” Y/N smiled as they pulled off, leaving Kelly’s blood boiling, wishing she was Y/N.
MORAL OF THE STORY: Never ever judge a book by its cover
WRITER’S NOTE: Thank you for reading. Tomorrow, I will be posting a final part to this and Chapter two of Summertime Magic as well. Please like, reblog and tell me your thoughts.
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