Well Shit....

well shit....

i have reached my destination

“Who are we eating tonight?”, said the child seated across you in the train. His mother looks at you with an uncomfortable smile and answers “it’s not «who», it’s «what»”. But is it your imagination or do they have really pointy teeth?

This is a continuation of the request from @nightroze​ this time, from Sebastian. I hope you enjoy!

You Can’t Fool Me (Sebastian x Assassin!Reader)

Warning(s): bodily injury, Sebastian in general

Word Count: 1,214

Your heart was beating in your ears as you hung off the side of a building, specifically, the Phantomhive Manor. After your ‘reencounter’ with Sebastian, he somehow convinced you to become a resident. But it was far better than making horrid bread every day, so it was the lesser of two evils. Even so…your fingers delicately brushed against your lips, still holding onto the ledge with the other hand, as you thought about the moment he kissed you back then. 

Shaking your head, you refocused on your plan. While scaling buildings was somehow an innate ability, your landing needed some work. And as if to remind you, your left ankle throbbed hard, the binding around it not supporting it as properly as you thought. “It’s fine, it’s fine.” You muttered to yourself, trying to shake yourself out of it as you looked down at the ground from three stories up. 

Still new at this whole assassin thing, you had been going after targets that were considerably small and easy to take out.

Well, somewhat easy.

You had scaled a building up to the second story and was waiting to ambush them, only for you to mistime the jump and you crashed down onto your left ankle, sufficiently breaking it. And the target immediately ran off. 

That had been two days ago and it angered you to no end. You miss timed something so simple! And to prove to yourself it was a fluke, you climbed to the third story in order to jump. Make it more difficult and you’ll surely succeed. 

Right as you were about to jump, the window above you opened and a hand wrapped around your arm, pulling you up as if you weighed nothing. 

“H-hey!” You yelled, immediately knowing it was Sebastian. “I was in the middle of something!” 

The man only looked at you with as much amusement as someone would have by watching a kitten with a ball of yarn. “You were about to do something incredibly stupid.” He retorted, pulling you back inside and setting you on the ground. Even though it was gentle, putting weight on your ankle made you suppress a groan. Without missing a beat, Sebastian said, “If I didn’t know any better, Miss (F/N), I would say that you’re in some sort of pain.” His eyes sparkled with amusement, clearly giving away he knew what was going on.

Pursing your lips, you ran a hand over your (H/T) (H/C) hair. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said, moving back to the window only for his arm to reach out and block you. “Please let me go, I need to get better.” You said, your eyes glaring up into his. 

“You’re already the best.” He answered, not backing down. “No need for you to get better.” Sebastian turned and ran his gloved thumb over your bottom lip. “It’s in you. There is no point in training.” 

That made you clench your (S/C) hands into fists. “You don’t know that.” 

“I do know that.” He replied without missing a beat.

It made you scoff and turn away. “If you say so, then I’ll go practice something else.” Turning on your right heel, you walked forward, doing your best to not put weight on your left foot. It caused a very obvious limp that Sebastian had noticed for the past couple of days. 

A smirk graced his features as he easily strode over, picked you up, and placed you in one of the plush chairs of the lounging room he pulled you into. Kneeling in front you, Sebastian looked up and traced his finger over your left knee. “Is there something you wish to tell me?” He asked, his eyes flashing red for a brief moment.

He knew. He knew that you knew that he knew. Gulping a little, you squirmed a little in your seat. “No, there’s nothing.” You said before laughing a little. 

Sebastian grinned and leaned down, placing a delicate kiss to your knee. “Hmm, in that case, I think you deserve a massage for all your…hard work.” He grinned and slid off your shoe and sock on the left foot. The entire time he did, it was taking everything in you not to scream as your hands squeezed the armrests. 

“That…sounds…lovely.” You grinned, trying to keep up the facade. 

As if on cue, he raised your foot up a bit higher and began to gently prod the bottoms of your foot with his thumbs. The problem with that was, your foot was connected to your ankle, and your ankle was currently broken. 

Your body started to feel cold as you contained the pain.

“Does that feel good?” He asked, to which you could only nod, feigning innocence. “Good, then I suppose I should go further.” His hand danced down to your heel, slowly rotating it. The action made you jump straight up in the air in your seat. 

“Bloody hell!” You exclaimed, tears coming to your eyes.

“Did that feel good?” Sebastian asked, his voice laced amusement. How stubborn you could be….

He continued his movements, all the while slowly gauging your pained reactions. “My dear, are you sure you’re not in pain?” He asked, his fingers brushing just below your ankle. “Because if you are in pain, and you’re not saying anything,” his hand immediately gripped onto your ankle, making you lunge forward with a yelp, “I would say that’s quite masochistic of you.” His grin was wide as he said this, almost hoping that it was indeed the case. 

With a shaky breath, you shook your head in denial. “No…I’m not….” You whimpered, not yet caving in, “And besides,” you peaked open a (E/C) to look at him, “wouldn’t that make you a sadist?”

“Without a doubt.” Sebastian purred, seemingly proud of himself. “But at least I will admit it.” 

Before you could get another word in, he rotated your foot a bit which made you immediately scream in pain. “Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!” You cried out, your eyes now dropping tears. Your body was shaking as you tried to breathe through the pain. “Ok, fine, yes, my ankle is broken!” You conceded to which the man in front of you chuckled. 

“There we go, see, was that so hard?” He asked, standing back up. His tall frame leaned towards you, hands on both the armrests. “Now, what would you like me to do, (F/N)?”

Your eyes were turned away for a moment before looking back at him. You hated saying it, having always been an independent person who took care of themselves. Well, until you met him. “Please, take care of me, Sebastian.” 

“Those were the words I wanted to hear from the beginning.” He hummed, leaning forward to capture your lips in a lingering kiss. “But don’t worry, even though you may try to feign innocence,” his body went back down to the ground, this time delicately picking up your foot to look at the bruising peeking out from the binding, “I’ll always know what you’re truly thinking.” And to seal that promise, he placed a soft kiss to your ankle. “Now, relax, My Lady, and let me take care of all the work.”

I GOT IT!!!!

I repeatedly rewinded the ep 9 scene where yukimaru recites the lyrics and wrote down the pronunciation and now i am singing along for a cover!!!!

You always kill me with your angsty and lovely writing, Poyo, can I request one of an (adult) S.O. and how they would be devastated if their staff crush rejects their confession (Crewel, Sam, Trein, Vargas). I wanna cry....

Did someone say angst~?

Puts on sunglasses.

But of course, my dear star~! After speaking with the prompter, because I am fully aware as to who this is, they have said that it is fine to choose between the four! And so, from their choice and decision, I have chosen these two! Enjoy, my dear stars~!

DIVUS CREWEL // CHARACTER INTERACTION

“...Is that so, pup?“

Divus Crewel slowly lowers his pointer onto the table, and a deep sigh escapes him. As he walks over to you in long strides, he slowly raises a single hand, resting his palm against your cheek.

“...I will have to decline your confession, pup. I see you more as a friend, then I do as someone who will love you.”

Tears slowly start to fall from your eyes, and as he gently brushes away the tears that falls on your cheek, a soft smile escapes him.

“But this does not mean I won’t be able to help you find someone else. You will find love once again, pup. I will make sure of that.“

MOZUS TREIN // CHARACTER INTERACTION

“...I see.“

A small meow escapes Lucius as Mozus Trein takes in your words, and he slowly bows his head in apology. Lucius escapes Trein’s grasp, slowly sauntering over to you, his tail slowly brushing against your legs.

“...I am flattered by your confession, but I must decline.” Trein answers gently as he raises his head, “My age...I do not wish for you to be judged so harshly for choosing me, when you should be off with someone your age. And even so...my apologies. I do not have any romantic feelings for you. What I have for you is merely platonic.“

Trein slowly closes his eyes, not being able to bear the tears that fall from your eyes.

“...Forgive me. I shall escort you back. However...I thank you for your heartfelt feelings towards me.”

Don't mind me,

I'll be crying on the side..

𝐏𝐚𝐲𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 {𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫}

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Pairing: Undertaker x Assistant! Reader

Summary: The stupid old mortician won't even spare his beloved and starving assistant from his so called 'payment', however, he has another sort of payment in mind for you.

A/N: I love him. That's it.

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What a sweet aroma it was, enticing your already hungry body. It had been a long and tough day, being a mortician's assistant was not an easy job after all. Funerals after funerals lined up in your schedule, drowning you in extreme fatigue.

Dragging yourself to the kitchen, ignoring the rumbling of your poor stomach, you find your boss, the silver-haired laughing maniac you had recently grown fond of, baking his infamous dog-like biscuits.

As funny as they looked, they certainly did taste delicious.

Without bothering to greet the old man, you walked in, heading straight for the freshly prepared batch of his bone-shaped biscuits. You were almost there, millimeters apart from holding the snack in your hands, but the Undertaker slapped your hand away.

"What was that for?" fuming with anger, you glared at him. He only laughed. Can you not even have a snack in peace?

"Hehe~ perhaps you have forgotten, my dear," he spoke, walking closer to you. "That nothing is free around here."

You pouted at him, trying to come up with a joke for his 'payment'. Unfortunately, your stomach twisting into knots with hunger did not help one bit.

"Seriously, Undertaker? Will you take payment from your own assistant?" you sighed, mustering up the most disappointing look you could give him.

The old mortician giggled hysterically. "Alright, I might give you a little discount." he said, grinning at the hope that glimmered in your eyes.

"I'm willing to accept other forms of payment for once."

Your face dropped in an instant, and Undertaker sadistically chuckled.

"Like what?"

He walked closer to you- ridiculously close, till you were forced to take a few steps back only to be stopped by a wall. Undertaker's hands reached to rest on the wall on either sides of your face, trapping you and making you gulp nervously.

"U-Undertaker, w-what are you doing?"

"Awaiting my payment, darling."

"What do you mean?"

He leaned in, face inches apart from yours. "I allowed you a different form of payment," you could feel his warm breath upon your face. "Give me a little kiss, and I'll let you have as many biscuits you desire."

A hot blush rose up your cheeks, was he even aware of your secret affections towards him? You had dreamt of this moment multiple times before, but never really expected that it would become reality.

Hesitantly, you grab a hold of the mortician's black robes, pulling him closer to you, lightly letting your lips brush upon his. Not continuing any further, you pull back, face hot and fuming enough to make the Undertaker burst out with laughter.

"Very well my dear, I'm satisfied with your payment." he laughed, letting you out of his trap and walking over to where his biscuits were kept.

"Here you go." he held out the tray in front of you. They were still warm, and the smell made your starved self salivate.

"T-Thanks." you mumble before reaching out to grab one.

Once again, the wretched mortician decides to deprive you of your joy, running off with the tray of the cookies before you could even touch one, laughing like the madman he is.

"Undertaker! Get back here you cheat!"