Dad Tried To Get Close To His Twins With Force Stealth, But They Spotted Him Before He Turned The Corner.

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I’m just saying, right about now would be a good time for Verlaine to step in

uhm so I ended up writing a really short fic based on this post in attempt to get over writer’s block (it didn’t work but hey I wrote something…?)

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Hey, can you possible write something about Sebastian trying to comfort Ciel (maybe he had a nightmare or tripped and fell, etc.) but he’s really bad at emotions?

Of course! Thank you for the request! <3

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Where was he? Why couldn’t he move? Everything hurt so much; it was unbearable. Wait, who are the people surrounding him? What’s wrong with their faces? No, not faces. Masks, cult, knife, sacrifice! No! No, no, no, no, no! Help! Someone, please! I’m scared! They’re going to hurt me again! They’re going to kill me! Help! Sebastian! Sebastian!

“Sebastian!” Ciel screamed as he awoke from his night terror. He quickly set up and wrapped the blankets all the way around him.

Sebastian was at his side instantaneously.

“You called, my lord?”

Ciel curled up and rested his head on his knees.

“Tell me they’re dead. Tell me you killed them.” Ciel ordered. Sebastian raised an eyebrow.

“Killed who, my lord? If you’ll recall, I’ve killed quite a few people.”

“Them.” Ciel hissed. “The ones who kept me in a cage and made my life a living nightmare. Are they dead? Did you kill them all?”

Sebastian thought the question was a bit silly. Of course they were dead. Since when does he leave things incomplete? Plus, Ciel had been present when he slain the cultists. Why was Ciel asking a question he very well knew the answer to? Still, Ciel had asked a question, so Sebastian answered.

“Yes, my lord. Every cultist in that room faced a violent and painful death, I assure you.”

“Good. Good.” Ciel said, shakily.

How strange. Why was Ciel shuddering? Was he cold? Sebastian retrieved another blanket from the closet and wrapped it around Ciel’s shoulders. That’s when he noticed the tears.

“Young master? Why are you crying?”

“I’m not crying.” Ciel said, voice cracking.

“Yes, you are.”

“No, I’m not.”

Sebastian ignored him and cupped Ciel’s face. He gently lifted Ciel’s face to meet his gaze. Sebastian used a handkerchief to dab the tears away.

“Well, if these aren’t tears, I’m afraid we must call a doctor.”

Ciel said nothing, but allowed Sebastian to continue.

“What happened, my lord? Did you hurt yourself?”

Ciel shook his head.

“You’ll laugh.”

“No, I won’t. That would go against my aesthetic. What kind of butler would I be if I laughed at my young master’s distress? Surely, not a good one.”

Ciel found a bit of comfort in the familiar phrase.

“It’s… dumb.”

“Maybe it is, but you have me intrigued.”

“I had a nightmare.” Ciel mumbled.

“I can’t understand you, my lord.”

“I said I had a nightmare.” Ciel said a little louder.

“Oh, is that all?” Sebastian asked after a moment.

“See! You think it’s dumb.”

“I said nothing of the sort. I was merely surprised that a trivial nightmare is the cause of your tears.”

“I know, you don’t have to tell me.” Ciel said, burying his face back into his knees.

Sebastian brushed down a few stray hairs on Ciel’s head before leaving the room.

Of course he left. Why would he stay? The whole situation was ridiculous. Ciel Phantomhive, the Earl of Phantomhive, the Queen’s Guard Dog is crying over a nightmare. What a joke. What kind of Earl was he? He foolishly called for his butler and let him see him weak. He should never be weak. Why did he call for Sebastian anyway? He can’t fight a nightmare. What was he expecting? For Sebastian to care? For Sebastian to tell him that everything was alright? How idiotic. How childish.

Ciel’s head snapped up when he heard his door open again. Sebastian re-entered the room with a tray that held a cup of warm milk and a jar of honey. Sebastian sat the tray down next to Ciel. Ciel used the honey dipper to sweeten the milk to his preference. No words were exchanged. Ciel finished his drink and lied back down. Sebastian tucked Ciel in before speaking.

“Worry not, my little lord. The servants and I will keep you safe. You will get your revenge in due time. Then, I’ll devour your soul and you’ll never be in pain again.”

“No more pain…” Ciel muttered before falling asleep once more.

Sebastian gathered the tray, empty cup, and jar of honey and moved to leave. Sebastian placed his hand on the door knob and turned back towards Ciel.

“Sweet dreams, Bocchan.” Sebastian said and he left Ciel to his rest.

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I hope this was satisfactory! Thank you again for requesting it! <3

Your girl is up at 2:30am rewatching Black Butler because she’s sick 😷✌🏻 (but fr I feel like I’m dying 🥲)

On the bright side, I have a few Dadbastian fanfic ideas 😅

Soukoku headcannons because they have taken over my life

(Remember how I said I don’t write romance? Guess there’s a first time of everything •v•)

Port Mafia

Dazai fell first and harder

They have matching rings they got from the arcade and wore them all the time until they eventually broke. The rings were bound to break eventually considering how many battles they had been through, but they didn’t break during a battle. The duo were arguing about who knows what for the millionth time and the rings just snapped. They looked down at the pieces of plastic that had hit the floor in silence for a few minutes. (“If Chuuya wanted a divorce he could’ve just said so.” “Shut up and go win us new ones.”)

They both have specific items they steal from each other whenever they’re going to be separated for some time (separate missions, hospital stays, etc.). Chuuya will steal Dazai’s black hoodie that has what looks like lightning strike decals on the sides of the sleeves. Dazai will steal Chuuya’s white blanket that has what is supposed to be a slug and a mackerel messily stitched in one of the corners from when Chuuya was first learning how to embroider. They always make sure to return it without the other noticing when they get back from wherever they were so the item will smell like the other when it’s time for the duo to be separated again. Of course, both know the other takes said items, but neither say anything.

They paint each other’s nails every now and then. Black is they’re default color but they’ve also tried various nude/pink shades, blues, reds, and some glitters.

They’ve both attempted eyeliner (liquid and pencil) and failed. Both ended up with the liner all over their eyelids, but that didn’t stop either of them from laughing at the other.

They were each other’s first kiss. It was 2 in the morning and they were watching a movie. Since they can never agree on what to watch, they have a bowl with random numbers in it and whichever number is pulled is what they type in on the tv. Tonight some romance movie had been selected. Neither were particularly interested but they watched anyways (mainly to see whose movie plot prediction was right). Chuuya was growing sleepy towards the end. Sleep never came easy to Dazai so he let his mind wonder why the kiss scene at the end was always made out to be this grand moment. He turned to Chuuya who had laid his head to rest on his shoulder. He tucked his finger under Chuuya’s chin to tilt his head up and connected their lips. It was quick, not nearly as drawn out as the one playing on the screen. Yes, they both liked dramatics but it’s important to not over do it. They both hummed as they broke apart. It was pleasant, but it was not firework worthy as the movies had made it seem. Chuuya rested his head again, this time in the crook of Dazai’s neck rather than the edge of his shoulder before saying “Next time put some chapstick on. Get the strawberry one.”

Dazai finds children to be annoying, but he doesn’t exactly like or dislike them. Chuuya adores children and finds them to be endearing. To Dazai, there is very little in this world that can make him laugh as children falling. He's not necessarily laughing because the child may or may not be hurt, but more so at the face they make when they're processing what happened and then start crying. Chuuya yells at him despite this explanation.

The first and last time they said "I love you" was the night Dazai left. Before placing the bomb under Chuuya's car, Dazai had used his spare key to enter Chuuya's apartment to take his car keys. An extra precaution to ensure Chuuya wasn't caught in the explosion. He was supposed to be in and out, but he couldn't resist checking on Chuuya one last time. He peeked into the bedroom to find Chuuya already fast asleep. He walked over and watched him for a bit, knowing it would be a long time before he would be able to do so again in peace. He reached in his pocket and applied the strawberry chapstick to his lips before leaning down to connect their lips. Chuuya stirred at the contact and even though he cracked his eyes open, it was clear his mind was still very much asleep. Dazai pulled back after a few seconds and placed the chapstick along with his spare apartment key on Chuuya's bedside table. He briefly debated on leave a note before deciding he had already been in the apartment for too long. The last thing he wanted was to make it seem like Chuuya knew of his departure beforehand. "I love you," Dazai said in a quiet voice. It took more in him to actually get the words out then he cares to admit. "I love you so much. Forgive me for what I'm about to do, especially to your car, but this is for the best." These words came out more broken then he intended, but he hopes he got his point across. "I love you too," Chuuya mumbled out, eyes shut and snuggling deeper into his pillow. Dazai would come to cherish the moment the second he stepped out of the apartment. Chuuya does not remember it, but believed those three words to have been merely apart of his dream.

The bullet didn't go through his skull, Dazai is not dead

Dazai has plot armor, he is not dead

Chuuya will get out of the vampirism somehow, he won't die

They aren't gonna kill each other

Skk are gonna get out of mersault together and then talk things out and kiss!!

I am not delusional!

Not me finding 2 requests after like a month in my inbox 😰 I’m so sorry I promise I’ll start working on them asap Anon #1 & Anon #2

I really need to update this fic >_<

The first chapter of His Master, His Contract is up! I haven’t abandoned His Butler, Undercover or The Phantomhive Servants’ Favorite Moments, those chapters are just taking me a bit longer than expected. Both are in the editing stages and I will post them as soon as I can. Thank you for your patience! <3

sobbing crying and throwing up as I open yet another untitled document