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Nightmares

A Dragonspears fic

Summary: William has a nightmare about Yanmei dying.

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to their rightful owners.

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‘No...’ William gripped his book tightly, staring at the page in disbelief. ‘No no no no no no no.’

Her corpse was right in front of him. In this dingy, grimy alleyway. The rain fell in sheets, and lightning lit his own personal hell bright as day. The water from the sky caused the puddle of blood she lay in to become a river. The coppery scent that had become so normal in his day to day job suddenly made him want to throw up. He kept looking between her and his ledger, trying to find some kind of mistake. It had to be a mistake, there’s no way she could be gone.

‘How can she be dead? She’s so strong!’

But the hands that were usually clad in bejeweled, golden talons, that brought him comfort, that could make flowers bloom from nothing had blood caked under cracked finger nails. Skin that once ripple with muscle and sometimes spotted with black scales was now ashen and grey. A body that moved gracefully through martial arts stances, the currents of the wind and the dances of the world now lay in a puddle of crimson, soaked with rain. He couldn’t see any wounds, where was all the blood coming from?

‘She shouldn’t die! She should still be dancing through the centuries!’

Lime green eyes that once burned with fire and looked so gentle when they turned towards him had turned completely gold with that part of her mask gone but were now bloodshot and sightless. Lips that once comforted, defended and could unleash a blizzard now tinged blue with no air passing through them.

Yanmei

It was her. There was no mistake. It was her. He couldn’t see the ledger any more. He couldn’t see the date of birth, date of death or the cause of death. His normally lightweight reaper scythe had never felt so heavy. So he dropped it. It clanged loudly, echoing throughout that lonely alley. The only other sounds were the rain, and the rapid increase of his own breathing.

It felt like his heart had stopped, though truthfully it had stopped the moment he ended his life and became a grim reaper. Once he made that choice he no longer had a pulse, breathing wasn’t even necessary it was just a force of habit. His cheeks felt wet, wether from rain or his own tears he couldn’t tell. All he could focus on was the corpse of the woman who had started making his long sentence of hellish purgatory start to feel like a heavenly paradise every time he came home. He leaned down to feel her pulse.

There was nothing there.

He screamed.

He shot up from his bed with a gasp. He was back in his room, in his bed, in the reaper realm. A sliver of moonlight escaped the curtains and provided some light. Panting and drenched in sweat, William tried to calm down. It was just a dream. But his adrenaline wouldn’t slow down, nor would his breathing. Suddenly the high collar of his sleep shirt felt too constricting. Swift fingers unbuttoned it, he almost just tore it off but he had enough control of himself to avoid that. Tossing it at a chair in the far corner, he felt a shift in the bed.

“Will?” A raspy voice laced with sleep asked.

William turned and even without his glasses he could see Yanmei’s blurry silhouette sit up in bed. Though he couldn’t see well without his glasses, he could picture her, her braid messy from sleep, she was most likely wearing one talon ring, the only one she needed to contain her powers. He could see the white sheets pooling at her waist. Yanmei slept in the nude, something that took some getting used to but after so many ripped nightgowns because of her wings coming in during the night he eventually relented. Now it was just a normal occurrence every night.

“Will, what happened?” A warm and gentle hand cupped his cheek and turned his face towards her. Suddenly exhausted, he didn’t resist when she pressed his forehead against her’s. This close, he could make out the golden color of her eyes. What many people didn’t know was that the yellowish green color that they normally were, was a result of Yanmei letting down her mask only slightly to give them that color. Otherwise they were brown or gold with mask completely up or down respectively. It was more of a style choice.

William didn’t speak. Because he couldn’t? Because he didn’t want to? Both, he supposed. He simply shook his head, placed his hand over her’s as it rested on his cheek and closed his eyes. Yanmei breathed and it was one of the most calming sounds William had ever heard.

“Come here.”

She pulled him down on top of her, resting his head on her chest. He felt a small patch of scales under his cheek. Her muscular arms came to wrap around him and she stroked his hair. With his head resting where it was, he could hear her breathing and her heartbeat. Both were steady and constant, reassuring sounds.

“You don’t have to tell me what it was about. But I’m here. A bad reaping or bad memory, I’ll help you. Or if this was brought on by other reapers being dicks, just let me know and I’ll fucking kick their asses.”

Any other night he’d reprimand her for her language, but he just nuzzled further into her chest. Yanmei noticed this and continued to stroke his hair. He was able to keep his shoulders from shaking but he couldn’t stop his tears, which she obviously felt. She didn’t comment on them, she just began to sing.

“Bei fang you jia ren...”

The next morning came and went like usual. He didn’t say anything so she didn’t either, but she did look at him with concern in her eyes.

He didn’t suddenly become overbearing or protective. He didn’t stop her from sparing with the new reapers and he didn’t forbid her from performing extreme feats of arial acrobatics when she took her sunset flights. He didn’t spout out some long winded declaration of love and his inability to live without her. But he was more affectionate in subtler ways.

After the last new recruit walked out of the gym and Yanmei was alone, taking off the wrappings on her arms William would ask for a progress report. The witch would rattle off on who was doing well, who needed to work on balance and who needed some more help with their round house kicks. While she did all this, William would stand behind her with his arms loosely around her. He’d gently take her wrist and with two fingers, find her pulse and simply feel it.

Now he’d watch her sunset flights whenever he could. Her massive black wings driving her high into the sky. The deep purple membranes going beautifully with the pinks and golds of the horizon. The sinking sun glinting off her golden horns and her bladed tail acting like a rudder so she could make even sharper turns. She’d land on his window and they’d sit together on the couch in the apartment or chair in his office if he could spare the time. He’d pull her onto his lap, rest his chin in the top of her head, one of her horns pressed against his cheek. He’d hold her as she talked. He’d occasionally pitch in, usually to chastise her language. But he’d always take two fingers and gently press them against her neck, feeling her pulse.

When they slept he’d simply find some way to feel her pulse. But after particularly exhausting days, he’d lay his head in her chest and let the sound of her heartbeat lull him to sleep.

He wouldn’t say this out loud but he would admit it to himself.

He never realized how much he loved and treasured her until he was forced to confront the prospect of losing her.

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Hey guys. Been a long time. Life has just been crazy now that I’m out of high school and adulthood is nipping at my heels. In an effort to get back into a Black Butler mood I’ve been reading Headcannons and I’m feeling a little inspired. So, to satisfy my little shipper heart, here’s some relationship and general fluffy Headcannons for our favorite pairings here on this blog.

Feel free to make requests or ask questions about the pairs.

Sebnyra

Whenever they have time, these two are snuggling. On a couch, in bed, in a chair or on the goddamn floor. Optimal snuggle time is during the evening, especially if it’s raining or snowing outside.

Sebastian sometimes feeds Nyra by hand. It’s a sweet thing and one of the few ways he can get her to happily blush, at least a little. She’d return the favor but she’s not sure if she could do that with souls. He says he’s willing to do it with human food if she feeds him with her mouth;)

Even though Nyra can fly herself, both with magic and with her broom, she loves it when Sebastian flies her places. It’s peaceful, exhilarating and romantic. Sebastian sometimes threatens to drop her and actually did it once when he was purposefully getting on her nerves, to which she merely flew back up to him and slapped him.

Anytime he wants to sleep, Nyra sings to him. His favorite is whenever she sings in Latin, which is his mother tongue. She loves it when he sings with her.

Nyra loves touching Sebastian’s wings and feathers and he enjoys it too. He also lets her help him groom them as forest flights can result in leaves getting caught in his feathers. She also loves it when he wraps his wings around her. It’s like a giant, soft security blanket. Sebastian also likes it because his scent is stronger on her when he does this.

Sebastian was completely unaware that he could purr until he met Nyra. The witch thinks it’s cute and will sometimes pet him. He usually responds by nuzzling her, much like his favorite animal.

Sebastian is a crow, crows collect shiny things. Many times, after one of the Queen’s cases, Nyra finds new jewels and gems added to her jewelry box. She’s had to buy two other ones to accommodate. Sebastian is actually restraining himself because if he gathered everything she’d have half a dozen treasure chests filled with gifts by now. The more Nyra glitters, the happier our little bird demon is.

Nyra has many pet names for Sebastian and once they get together, Sebastian has many for her. My beauty, my siren, my songbird, my devious little minx, my sweet vixen or just plainly mine. He calls her such things in English when there are other people in the room but in private he calls her such things in Latin. He never calls her his love or his heart, because such things wouldn’t be as true to him due to his demonic nature.

They teach each other languages. Nyra doesn’t speak every language and neither does Sebastian. Nyra sometimes regrets teaching him Norwegian because he sometimes whispers dirty stuff in her ear in public. She thought she’d grown out of such reaction but damn. That voice purring in her mother tongue just does it for her.

Similar to how she plays with his feathers, Sebastian plays with her hair. He brushes it, braids it and runs his fingers through it. It often puts the witch to sleep.

Just as Nyra prefers his true form, so does he for her. Both find these facts surprising but also very endearing as they are often considered monstrous and hideous by others.

Fighting side by side with no restrictions is a huge turn on for Sebastian. Watching his witch annihilate their enemies, covered in blood and smiling the whole time has distracted Sebastian more times than he’d care to admit. He once tried to start something during a fight.

If Nyra is really mad at him, she ignores him. Straight up pretends he doesn’t exist. It drives him insane and pushes him very close to pleading with her. He never does.

DragonSpears

Yanmei is the only reason William really takes care of himself. She reminds him to eat, to sleep and when he seriously needs to take a break.

She also helps him relax. Herbal teas, massages, meditation and just getting him to talk. If he wasn’t already dead he’d probably literally die without her.

Though he’d sooner cut out his own tongue then admit it, once Yanmei starts staying home or going off into the human world, William misses her presence at work. Especially during the winter when she’d sleep under his desk because her dragon instincts told her to hibernate. He still keeps his feet close to his chair to avoid accidentally kicking the witch that isn’t there anymore.

While Yanmei can occasionally be a bit of a tsundere, William is the biggest tsundere to ever tsundere. He doesn’t really get affection (that isn’t forced on him by Grell) and so he gets flustered easily. Though he calms down over the years, he still blushes at the drop of a hat. Yanmei thinks it’s adorable.

Yanmei sleeps on her stomach and in the winter she’s a blanket hog. In order to stay warm William just pulls her on top of him.

Yanmei’s mask often slips in her sleep. It’s a fact she hates about herself. She’s been called a demon because of her appearance and due to William’s opinion on the creatures, when she woke up to him staring at her scales, horns, wings and tail she was scared and mortified. She turned bright red and tried to hide in her wings, she damn near started crying. William just pulled her into an embrace. He kissed her scales, stroked her horns and gently ran a hand up her back and down the base of her tail. She wrapped her wings around him. The only thing he said about it that morning was “you’re beautiful.”

Because of her soothing hands, anytime Yanmei touches William he instinctually relaxes. In private he literally melts in her hands.

When they finally got together the office threw a party. They’d been waiting forever and they were actually pretty close to just locking them in a closet until they kissed.

Anytime William gets sick or hurt, Yanmei tries to hide him. Her dragon instincts make her try and stash him away with pillows and blankets like a mama kitty. It takes a lot of gentle coaxing and patience for William to convince her that he’s fine.

Yanmei is pretty short and has often served as a chin rest for a tired William. Normally she’d set any other person on fire for that, but she lets him. He also has to reach things for her because she believes using magic is cheating.

When William proposes to her, he gives her a toe ring since she has enough rings for her fingers. She said yes and he put it on her like in Cinderella. She hates wearing close toed shoes afterwards.

Yanmei sometimes plays keep away with William’s glasses. Though he scolds her for it every time, William secretly enjoys it, especially since she wears the glasses every time they play this game.

William enjoys Yanmei’s singing. She doesn’t sing too much, all that time around Nyra really made her insecure about her voice. While she’s no professional she’s not the worst. Yanmei sang to her children but she’s always very embarrassed to sing in front of William.

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Could you do the two word prompt #23 for Sebastian and Nyra and then #25 for Will and Yanmei? That would be cool thanks! Oh and happy holidays!

“That’s mine.” Sebastian said smirking at the witch.

The witch grinned impishly as she pulled on the white gloves. Nyra had apparently raided his wardrobe and stole a complete outfit, save for the shoes. The outfit was a bit big on her, but not terribly so. When they both walked into Ciel’s office, the young Earl snickered at his similarly dressed servants. Sebastian was about to hand the Earl his afternoon snack, a chocolate gateau, when Nyra snatched it away.

“No young master, you must eat your vegetables first.” The witch said, lowering her voice in a poor imitation of Sebastian.

The demon chuckled. Nyra pulled out a single baby carrot and handed it to Ciel. A little miffed about having his dessert being taken but still amused, Ciel ate the carrot and then Nyra gave him the plate. While Ciel ate, Nyra and Sebastian went over his schedule in perfect synchronization. Suddenly Nyra turned towards a corner in the room with a serious expression.

“Spiders are not tolerated within the Phantomhive manor.” The witch said.

She pulled out several forks and knives and threw them into the corner. Ciel’s shoulders were shaking from barely restrained laughter as the witch threw more and more silverware. Once a small pile accumulated in the corner she turned back to Ciel, placed a hand over her heart and bowed. She stood again and said,

“Because I am simply one hell of a butler.” She then proceeded to jump out the window screaming “CAT!”

Ciel was dying and Sebastian was slightly offended. But when his sensitive ears picked up the sound of meowing he quickly followed the witch. Though her impression was a little offensive, he had to admit that she looked good in his clothes.

————“I’m sad.” Yanmei said from her spot under William’s desk.

The witch had woken up from another nap. She took naps under his desk quite often, but in the winter it was much more common. It had been irritating at first but he concluded that a quiet dragon was better than a dragon constantly moving around his office and trying to talk with him and his coworkers. The reaper didn’t stop his writing as he answered the witch.

“What do you want me to do about it?” He asked, signing his name on another document.

“I’m serious.” Yanmei said, crawling out from under the desk. She then sat next to William’s chair, sitting crossed legged. “I’ve been dreaming about my son a lot lately. I lost him when I was locked away and I’ve been avoiding the topic about him for awhile now.” The lack of profane words made him realize that she really was serious.

“He was born in England wasn’t he?” The reaper asked suddenly, interrupting the witch.

“Yes, his father was an Englishman.” Yanmei said, looking up at him, slightly confused.

“Did you have the chance to name him before you lost him?” William asked, pushing up his glasses.

“Yes, I named him Longwei.” Yanmei said. “It means great dragon…” She trailed off when William suddenly stood up and gestured her to follow him.

He ignored her questions about where they were going. He took her to the library and immediately zeroed in on a certain section. He obviously knew what he was looking for. Studying the various books that all looked exactly the same he pulled one out nod began flipping through its pages. Looking at the name on the book made Yanmei tense. It was her son’s book. She felt her disguise fall due to the stress, she’d never been good at keeping it up. Her tail twitched nervously and she ran her hands up and down the scales of her arms. Was William even allowed to share the information with her? He closed the book and put it back. She looked at him, silently waiting for an answer.

“He’s alive.” He said, adjusting his glasses.

He was absolutely stunned when she hugged him. As hard as she could, even wrapping her wings tightly around him. One of her horns almost poked him in the eye. She breathed a sigh of relief and he could feel her heart pounding.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” She said, over and over again. ——I would have uploaded these sooner but my stupid math teacher blew the power at my school.

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Ooh! Do #19 for William and Yanmei! It would be funnier if William was the one who was drunk, but I don't care either way.

“You’re drunk.” Yanmei’s tone wasn’t accusing, it was more just stating a fact in amazement. Ronald must have spiked William’s coffee or something. Though she had never seen William drink before, she knew he wouldn’t drink to the point of even mild intoxication when he had work the next day.

“I’m not drunk.” William said, not a trace of slurring in his speech.

True, to someone who didn’t know him and even to those who did know him, William looked completely sober. It was only when he tried to take a step into the apartment that it became apparent that he was drunk. He stumbled forward with al the grace of a newborn deer.

Yanmei caught him with a small smile of amusement. “Alright asshole, let’s get you to bed.” Yanmei led (more like dragged) him to his room, despite his grumbling and mild protests.

Even though his mind was a little foggy, he was still very surprised how quickly the foul mouthed witch turned into such a mother hen. Then again, with three children it shouldn’t be that surprising. She didn’t completely strip him down, allowing him to keep some of his dignity, but she removed his jacket, vest, tie, gloves, shoes, socks and belt leaving him only in his shirt and pants. She tucked him in, removed his glasses and turned off his light without saying a word. Too stupefied, and drunk, to do anything else, William just decided to go to sleep even though it was still fairly early in the evening.

The next morning, the effect of the extra hours of sleep were erased by the mild headache. William made a note to destroy Ronald Knox when he got to work. Reaching for his glasses he felt his fingers brush something else. Quickly locating the object he desired, he put them on and saw that the foreign item was a glass of water next to two pills. Slowly sitting up, he downed the pills and the water before going through his usual morning routine. Once he was more put together, he stepped into the kitchen and saw breakfast already waiting for him, still warm. He saw note by the plate and read it.

Never mention this to anyone, motherfucker. They’re called bāozi and their stuffed with eggs and vegetables. Better than the half burned toast you have every day.

William rolled his eyes before taking a bite of what appeared to be a steamed bun. As her note said, it was stuffed with egg and vegetables (he suspected chives). He even found that the coffee was made exactly how he liked it. He was amazed that a woman who was so violent and volatile could be so domestic, and such a good cook.

Years later, Yanmei would discover that a complete lack of coordination was only the first stage of William’s drunkenness. The more drunk he became, the more expressive he became.

Stage 2: on top of not being able to walk, William lost any and all filter. He would say anything that came to mind, no matter who was around to hear it.

Stage 3: the final stage of drunk Will is all of his emotions coming out. He is crying one minute and pissed off the next. He also begins to slur his words.

Drunk William is amazing, but hungover William is a nightmare at work. The only reason Yanmei escapes his hungover wrath mostly unscathed is because she takes care of him afterwards. Though she constantly threatens to kick his balls up into his throat is he tells anyone.