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Mourning

Summary: Sebastian and Nyra’s interaction after the Jack the Ripper case.

A/N: This is my rewritten version of this scene. I like it a lot more and I feel like my writing has improved since I originally wrote that scene.

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They didn’t say anything to her. Well, she didn’t expect Ciel to, after all, as a human he could not see the cinematic records. Nyra knew that Sebastian would tell him what he saw. Arya’s death, her inability to save her and her rampage against the little village. She wasn’t sure what Ciel would do with the information, if he would speak to her about it or not. To be honest, she didn’t want to talk to him about it.

Losing a child was a special pain and not something that you could discus with just anyone. For a moment, she wished she hadn’t sent Yanmei away with the reapers. She knew what it was like to lose a child. But Nyra was aware that she wasn’t in a good state to properly heal the other witch, so away with the reapers she went.

Nyra stood in her room at the townhouse, arms crossed and nails digging into the sleeves of her dress. The room was dark and the curtains were drawn, allowing only a sliver of moonlight to shine on her face. Her posture was rigid as she motionlessly stood in the center, staring at the ground. Her dress was still torn in the center from the reaper’s scythe she took to the chest, feathers were ruffled and her hair was a mess. She was still covered in blood. She knew he would come in to see her, for what purpose she didn’t know but she would not be found sobbing into her pillow. Demons preyed on weakness, and she wouldn’t be weak.

She didn’t hear any footsteps, but she did hear the door open.

She heard it close.

She heard him take a few steps in.

She heard her own breath and heartbeat.

But she didn’t hear him speak.

He wasn’t saying anything, he wasn’t moving or doing anything. He was waiting for her to make the first move. To break the silence and the tension.

To show weakness.

That’s what it had to be, right? He wasn’t waiting for her to start because he was unsure, he was waiting because he wanted to win. Well he wouldn’t.

Nyra straightened her posture, looked straight ahead with lips pressed in a tight line and her eyes dry.

She could feel his eyes on her. It made her hair stand on end. She could feel the tension building. She wanted to scream and fight, even after all they had gone through that night. She took a deep breath and winced internally at how shaky it was. When she exhaled it was as though the restrictions her pride had on her floated away as well. Regardless of what Sebastian was, she wanted someone to talk to.

“What are you doing here?” She didn’t move and she was satisfied to hear that at least her voice was steady.

“I wanted to see you.” He said calmly, not coming any closer to her.

“Why? To see me crumble?” Nyra’s words were bitter and angry.

“I know you will eventually.” Sebastian said. His tone wasn’t malicious, he was simply stating a fact. Nyra scoffed.

“So you’ve come to enjoy the show?” She asked, raising an unsteady hand to flatten some of her hair.

“I never said I would enjoy it.” He sounded slightly closer.

“Oh?” Her voice was amused and shaky.

“It surprises me as well, but I actually don’t enjoy seeing you in pain.” His voice held a tone of bewilderment, as if he couldn’t comprehend it himself.

“Don’t pretend to be sympathetic!” She snapped. “Emotions like that are beyond you.”

“On the contrary, I have also experienced loss.” Another footstep towards her. “I have seen many felines pass on over the years.”

She was stunned. Sebastian had just compared her loss of Arya, her only daughter, to the death of a cat. He felt like her family’s destruction was equal to that. Her waiting and compromising just so she could actually have a family for once. It was similar to one of Sebastian’s cats dying.

Nyra saw red. She turned around and slapped the demon.

No magic was involved in her hit; no fire, electricity or claws. It was just an open palm. She wanted to do more. She wanted to throw him through the wall, impale him on spears of earth, freeze his insides and beat him down to nothing before healing him and doing it all over again. But she was so enraged she couldn’t do any of that. She could only grit her teeth and glare up at his infuriatingly blank face.

“Don’t you dare compare this to one of your felines! Until you lose a child that you actually care about, you don’t get to say anything on this. If you want to stay with me, you need to behave better. I’d much rather you leave and never speak to me again but I know I can’t make you go right now.” Nyra’s eyes were beginning to water. “You need to find a better way to handle this because I get to handle this however I want. Losing Arya was the worst thing that has ever happened to me! My experience and feelings aren’t something that can be brushed under the rug.”

“I understand.” Sebastian said, as he looked down at the witch. “Do you want me to be quiet?” Nyra nodded, her expression tight. “Do you want me to leave?” She hesitated for a moment. She shook her head as her tears and barriers began to fall.

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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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In reference to Sebastian's antics in order to get Nyra's attention, (In the College AU) might I suggest Sebastian hijacking the school's intercom?

“He’s not here.” Nyra said with a joyous smile on her face.

“What’s not here?” Her best friend and roommate, Yanmei, asked as she looked around the college cafeteria.

“Old birdbrain.” Nyra said sitting down at the table with her tray.

“Sebastian Midorkis?” Yanmei said with a smirk, sitting down next to the music major.

“That’s the parasite.” Nyra said, munching on some celery.

“Got give him credit, he’s pretty fucking dedicated.” Yanmei said, poking her juice box with her straw.

“Is he ever going to give up?” Nyra asked, rubbing her forehead.

“Maybe if you actually agree and go out with the bastard he’ll see the full extent of your horrible personality and stay away from you.” Yanmei said with a smirk.

“Gee, thanks.” Nyra said in a deadpan tone.

“Good afternoon students.” A horrifyingly familiar voice came over the intercom. Nyra felt her face flush. “I am Sebastian Michaelis, here to make a few announcements. First, a shout out to the most gorgeous student to ever grace the halls of Faustian University, Miss Nyra Stark.” Nyra’s face turned bright red and she buried her head in her arms while Yanmei laughed at her misery.

“She has yet to accept any of my date invitations, but a smart man wouldn’t give up on such a lovely lady.” Nyra’s ears turned red and she groaned into the table. “She deserves only the best. Now with that in mind; Aleistor Chamber, I’ve heard what you have been saying. Don’t even think about it.” The girl giggled quietly even as her face resembled a tomato. Old feather brain, had taken to intimidating would be suitors. At first Nyra was angry but she figured that if they were to scared of the dork to ask her out, then they weren’t worth her time. Besides, Chamber creeped her out more than anything so Sebastian was most likely doing her a favor.

In the background of the intercom, everyone could hear pounding on the door and Vice Principal John Brown yelling at Sebastian. The arrogant psychology major chuckled. “I’m afraid I have to leave. I’ll see you in Shakespear, Nyra.” Sebastian said before he turned off the intercom.

“Bitch, you could fry an egg on your face.” Yanmei chuckled as Nyra sat up.

“Zip it.” She hissed before feeling her phone buzz. She saw she had a new text.

‘Notice me senpai!’

Nyra stared at her phone with wide eyes. “How did that idiot get my number!?” She ignored Undertaker’s giggling. The silver haired weirdo was always laughing himself to tears for little to no reason. She texted him back.

'No.’

The response was almost immediate.

'You seem oddly immune to my charms.’

Nyra smirked and texted back.

'Referring to them as charms is a bit of a stretch.’

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Can you please write 5 from Dialogue prompt "Please tell me he isn't doing his victory dance behind me" for Sebastian & Nyra.

Nyra didn’t like admitting that she was wrong, especially not to Sebastian. It had been a simple bet on how the Young Master’s latest target would react once he realized he was defeated. He wasn’t anything special, just a run of the mill serial killer.

Admittedly, he was unique in how he was only targeting police but his method of killing wasn’t anything special, a simple gun. He was angry about how they had never solved his daughter’s murder.

Nyra had bet that he would fight to the end. If he had so much rage that he would start indiscriminately killing officers than surely he wouldn’t go down without a fight. Sebastian had bet that he would beg and cry for his life, revealing how sad and pathetic he truly was. They hadn’t put any money on the bet, the reward was simply the pleasure of being right.

In the moment of truth, when Ciel had pressed his gun between the man’s eyes, the man began to sob. Nyra pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. Ciel shot the man so he would stop his blubbering and when he turned around he sighed as well. Nyra looked up at Ciel.

“Please tell me he isn’t doing his victory dance behind me.” Nyra said. Ciel nodded.

The witch turned and saw the butler doing a funny little dance, obviously doing it for his own amusement. Nyra put a hand over her eyes and walked swiftly out of the room, trying to hide an amused smile.

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... This is kinda awkward, but as your ex-beta reader, please write another Weston College one-shot! Please, please, pleeeaaassseee, with a... random cherry on top? Seriously, where did that come from?

Sequel and another gift for my roommate. Love ya buddy!——————

‘You got this.’ Lora thought to herself as she walked to the library, math books in hand. ‘Lets just see how this goes.’

She found Clayton sitting at one of the tables towards the front. He’d already gathered a couple books and was still getting everything situated.

“Evening McAllister.” Clayton said, nodding his head.“Thanks for helping me Clayton.” Lora said, setting her books down. She really did need a little help so if the 'date’ went sour at least she got some tutoring out of it.

The studying itself was great. Clayton explained everything thoroughly and was patient but it was impossible to get him off topic in order to get to know him. 'He’s serious about his school work, that’s something.’ Lora thought to herself. About halfway through their study session, Lora’s older brother Kevin walked up.“Hey guys.” He then looked between them and raised an eyebrow. “Is this a study date or a study date?”

Lora pinched the bridge of her nose. “No it is not a date. Well it is a date as in it is a day that has a date but not a-” Lora’s thoughts were absolute chaos. 'Shut up, shut up, shut up!’ Whether she was addressing herself or Kevin she didn’t know but thankfully her brother stopped her in the middle of her tirade.

“Lucas can I talk to you? It’s about family.” Kevin said.

Sighing, Lora stood up and followed her brother behind one of the bookcases. Once out of sight and earshot Lora glared at her brother. “What are you doing?” She hissed.

“Just doing my big brotherly duty.” He said with a grin.

“Don’t ruin this for me.” Lora said. “I don’t need you to get me kicked out by letting it spill that I’m a girl.”

Kevin raised his hands in mock surrender. “I’m not gonna tell anyone about your lack of certain parts.” He chuckled at Lora’s glare. “But even though I’m totally cool with this I just want to let you know that if this goes far enough to the point where he knows about your secret and you’re serious about him I need to give the whole 'hurt my little sister and die’ speech. I’ve been working on it since you were born.”

Lora sighed in aggravation. “Fine, just go away.”

As she was walking back, she heard Kevin call out “Better study hard. I finished my trigonometry exam without a secant to lose!”Lora nearly threw a book at him for that one. ———–When Lora and Clayton walked out, Nyra watched the pair with a smile on her face. Sebastian walked over to her and saw her expression. Confused, he asked,

“Do you know something I don’t?”

Nyra didn’t stop smiling. “Yes.”

“Care to share it with me?” He asked.

Nyra smirked at him. “There are several things I know that you don’t. I’m afraid you’ll have to be a little more specific.” She said before walking off, a slight sway in her hips. Sebastian noticed she was heading for his office.

He smirked and walked after her. “It seems I’ll have to question you then, Miss Stark.”

Nyra was able to hold back a giggle. “Going to give me a pop quiz Professor Michaelis?”

“Yes. I trust you won’t get any of them wrong?” He said, before subtly giving her ass a hard squeeze.

“I promise I’ll try my best, professor.” The witch purred.—————-Clayton had to summon up a lot of courage to talk to his dormitory leader the next morning. His cheeks were fairly red and he had bags under his eyes but he managed to not stutter.

“Professor Michaelis?” The older man turned to look to him. “Why was Professor Stark in your office last night?”“We were discussing a lesson plan.” He said simply and without hesitation before walking off.

Clayton turned even redder. He doubted that there would be any lesson plan that involved Professor Stark screaming “Please, Professor Michaelis!” or “Harder, Professor Michaelis!”

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This is gonna be the last one. I had a hard time with this.

1530 King Charles Coronation Ball

Nyra Stark, now known as Francesca Stassi observed the various other dancers in the room. People had clearly been preparing for the event for months. Francesca herself wore a wore a dark scarlet off the shoulder dress, pink cuffs, your hair was curled in a side ponytail, your face was painted white with a black design on the upper left side of your face, your lips were dark red, nearly black and your mask was red with gold lining and black feathers.

The orchestra started playing and couples ran out to the dance floor and began doing the  basse danse. Deciding to follow the lead of the others and simply enjoy herself, Francesca accepted the first dance offer she received. It was a taller gentleman in black clothes and a matching mask that resembled a bird with its long, protruding nose. Francesca smiled, he was a good dancer. 

Soon enough, the dance ended and it was time to switch partners. Francesca danced with many men, but none were as good as the bird faced man. She looked for him a little later on, but didn’t see him. Oh well...

(What? Not all of their meetings were long and drawn out. Sometimes they only met in passing.)

1754 Schoenbrunn Palace. A few decades after the Arya affair. 

Warning: Things are gonna get a little hot but nothing too graphic.

Nyra Stark, now known as Zsofia Barna stood off in the corner, leaning against a pillar, away from the others. She had washed the powder from her face and removed her giant wig. Her natural black hair fell down to her back. She was downing what must have been at least her fifth glass one wine. Her eyes were red from crying and her cheeks were wet. She’d seen a little girl in the ballroom that reminded her of Arya. She had green eyes and her blonde hair poked out from the small wig she wore.

It was simply too much for the witch to handle so she slipped away, out into the gardens. A small sob escaping her, Zsofia rested her head against her glass. So lost in her sadness she didn’t here the gentleman approach her. She couldn’t remember what they talked about. He took her wine glass away from her. They spoke in Hungarian, her half drunk but he stayed with her even so. He probably offered a few words of comfort. What she was crying about, she never told him.

She vaguely remembered him rubbing her arm, and kissing away a few stray tears. He was horrible, taking advantage of a drunk and crying woman but Zsofia needed comfort. She wasn’t about to confide in a stranger, never mind one who would take advantage of a drunk woman, her feelings but sometimes physical distraction could be just as good.

Zsofia wrapped her arms around the stranger's neck and pulled him down for a rough and slightly sloppy kiss. He didn’t miss a beat. He kissed her back as hard as she kissed him. He pushed her firmly against the pillar and dug his fingers into her hips.

Zsofia could taste the wine she had been drinking still on her tongue, but only faintly. The stranger must not have been eating or drinking at the party. He simply tasted like himself, whatever that was. Zsofia wound her fingers into his dark hair and tugged harshly. He detached his mouth from hers, causing Zsofia to gasp greedily for air as he began kissing her jaw and her neck. When he reached behind her neck to remove her choker and other necklace she grabbed his wrist.

“They stay.” She said sternly. He conceded to that and continued to bite every bit of exposed flesh on her neck.

She moaned and ran her fingers up and down his back and through his hair. Were she not as intoxicated as she was she would have noticed that he wasn’t wearing a powdered wig like everyone else was and she would have also been trying to give as good as she got but she decided to just let herself be distracted and not think too hard. 

He pulled out a knife from his coat pocket. Zsofia was too drunk to be nervous. He cut through her dress and the chemise she wore underneath, leaving her torso completely bare. Not about to be undone, even while drunk, she tugged his coat off and stuck her hands down the back of her shirt, rubbing and gripping his shoulders. She rubbed the back of his neck and he hummed as her kissed her breasts. She smirked a little in her alcohol and her lust filled haze and scratched at the back of his neck.

He chuckled and she felt him smirk against her nipple. He started grinding against her, causing her to moan more. She probably would have shoved off the remains of her dress if not for the yelling of a guard that had discovered him.

Startled, Zsofia came down from her haze. She didn’t need this, she was better than this. She wasn’t going to let what Andrew did to her make her submit to the comfort of alcohol and a quick fuck in the hungarian gardens. Taking a deep breath, she sang. Not a song, simply a long note that knocked the guard unconscious and made her mysterious lover stumble. 

In too much of a hurry to get away in order to wonder why the stranger wasn’t affected more at such a close range, Zsofia shrugged on the scraps of her dress and, using her wind magic, flew off into the hedge maze. They opened to let her through and eventually she made it into the forest.

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This might seem like a stupid question, but how would you describe Nyra and Sebastian's relationship? I could think of several ways, but you're the one writing it, so it's up to you lmao. Happy Birthday, and hope you have a fantastic day!

It is not a stupid question I was hoping someone would ask me something like this!

Alright, let me say right up front that their relationship is twisted, unhealthy and dysfunctional. 

I may portray it fairly fluffy at times but please remember that Sebastian is a demon. They don’t love. Though Sebastian probably cares for Nyra more than he thought a demon possibly could it is toxic and dark.

The fact that any and all of his seduction attempts towards her have failed is what originally sparked his interest. He has been able to charm men, women and everything in between easily and though he has succeeded in flattering her, making her blush and earning kisses, he has yet to earn his place in her bed. He begins to obsess over her and wonder why she doesn’t fall into his grasp as easily as everyone else.

He is well aware that he could take her by force and sate his lust that way but Sebastian finds that to be sloppy and for lesser beings who don’t have the talent and skill to earn permission from their partner. Sebastian not forcing Nyra to sleep with him isn’t out of consideration for her, it’s because he believes it would be far more rewarding if she spread her legs for him willingly. 

He finds her wit and snark entertaining but what strikes him as odd is how he prefers it when she’s happy. He doesn’t like it when she is sad or angry, with him at least. He will gladly push others in the way of her wrath for his own amusement. He doesn’t understand why her happiness matters, but it does. Yes, his feelings are confusing but they make even less sense to him.

Perhaps the thing that sets her apart the most is that she finds the demon to be her friend, not the butler. The butler is full of false compliments, perfect politeness and just over all perfection. To Nyra, perfection is boring and being thousands of years old, it is very easy to bore her. The demon will battle her in wits and play her games. The demon is who can discuss hundreds of years of history, the butler is a young man who came to work for Ciel under mysterious circumstances. Nyra would rather spend her time speaking with the demon than the butler.

With Nyra, her feelings are a bit more tragic. Since she is well aware of what Sebastian really is, she was a little cautious at first. True, she still teased and poked fun at him, but she didn’t allow herself to remain in his presence for long. But, over time, after showing him that she found his servant facade boring, he began to show more of his true personality and she began to crave that being’s company. If he was honest in his compliments and truly managed to charm her, he’d be rewarded with kisses, some hotter than others but she never let him get too far.

She slowly fell in love with who he was, never denying what he was. She is well aware that he is a cruel and malicious being. He’s a monster, plain and simple. She knows that he could never truly love her or care for her, but she loves him anyway.

If you add her experience with Andrew on top of that she is especially wary. If a human could turn on her like that, it’s only natural to assume that Sebastian could turn far worse. As she falls deeper and deeper, she cuts their little games off faster and faster. She knows that doing stuff like that will only hurt her, but hey. Demon’s are master’s of temptation and whether you’re human or witch, you can’t control who you fall for.

After all of this you might be wondering ‘If this shit is so unhealthy then why do you keep writing about this?’ Because like Nyra, you can’t help who you fall in love with. I love Sebastian as a character and I am a shipper to the core. Writing a romance fic with Sebastian is tricky, trying to walk the line of realism and fluff.

But with my story, I hope to keep Sebastian very much a demon but making him at least truly care about Nyra no matter how twisted it may be. They could make it work, it’d be dysfunctional but they could make it work.

Now, on a lighter note, what are some of the things they’d actually be able to do that would make them a good couple?

The flirting for one, they will continue to flirt forever. If they were to live happily ever after, they’d roam the world, experiencing all the cultures they could,watching humans and sharing many dances while Nyra sings in every language they come across. Sebastian would take her flying, something she adores and he would occasionally sink back into his butler facade and she’d wake up to a three course breakfast in bed, much to her embarrassment. They’d still argue and fight but they’d always come back together. As far as an onlooker could tell, they’re made for each other.

Hope this answered some of your questions. Please ask more. Don’t be shy. Seriously though, followers there’s more than thirty of you people, let’s see if you can spam my ask box, all of you.