Disclaimer: English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for any grammar and/or spelling mistakes. The main love interest has a name, but I try not to be too descriptive. Thank you!
The chilly winds welcomed Joan with caresses on her flushed face as she strolled to her favorite diner on a quiet and late morning. What an agonizingly long morning! The dreadful crows of her roosters woke her from her deep slumber. Her house cats, who scratched her bedroom door, collided with the loud squeaks and playful nature of her little piglets outside her room. This morning was rougher than usual. The only thing pushing her through was her morning prayer. She prayed for a break from her mundane, soul-sucking life. In a rare turn of events, her neighbor offered to look after her animals for a day. After years of being trapped in her barn, she felt blessed by her neighbor’s offer. There is so much freedom, yet so little time. So little that she didn’t bother to change her disheveled clothes as she traveled deep into the city, away from her lonesome little town.
As Joan entered the diner, she greeted the friendly waitress, who ran up to Joan, surprised by Joan’s rare visits.
“Good morning, Joan; it’s been a while. I assume business is booming, right?” The waitress asked.
Joan chuckled at the question. “Well, I wouldn’t say it’s booming, but it’s doing decent. Same customers and all, ma’am,” Joan said as her southern accent blossomed.
“Ma’am? Oh, please. You make me sound like I’m your grandmother. Just call me by my name,” the waitress said.
“Sorry, ma’am.” Joan snickered as she heard the waitress groan.
During their conversation, Joan couldn’t help but let her eyes roam around the diner. Architecture-wise, everything had remained unchanged since her last visit. The same old, yet beautiful, paintings of previous owners adorn the walls. The sound of jazz music from the record player was soothing the worries Joan carries in her heart. It’s the same genre her mother adored listening to and dancing to with Joan’s father. She couldn’t help but clutch onto her cross necklace as she looked around.
Then everything came to a halt as her eyes met the dull pair of eyes of a gentleman with a cap on. The colorful atmosphere of the diner, in contrast with his almost black-and-white clothing, made him stick out like a sore thumb. He had a creepy aura that the average individual would stay away from. His pale porcelain skin and the small bags under his eyes. His face displayed a bored expression. However, in a split second, she noticed the blood behind his eyes. His soul is calling out for someone—someone to comfort him. For once, ease the burden off of his body. But how does one get his attention?
“Wow, what a handsome lad!” Joan exclaimed.
Margaret shrieked before she slapped her hand on Joan’s mouth and gripped her wrist, hoping the men didn’t hear Joan’s comments. The gentlemen didn’t seem to hear the ladies as they conversed.
“You can’t say such things out loud, Joan,” the waitress said.
“What? I’m stating the obvious. He’s a real sheik. Do you know who that gentleman is?” Joan asked as her heartbeat blocked out the sound of jazz music.
“No clue. I assume both are new in town. I’ve never seen those fellas before.” Margaret said.
Joan clapped at the revelation. “Splendid, I wish to speak with them both, particularly with the gentleman with the flat cap. I bet he knows how to treat a lady,” Joan said, with hearts floating around her head as she pulled away from Margaret’s tight grip. Margaret stood there, annoyed by her friend’s immodest thoughts and behavior. Oh, how she wanted to tug on Joan’s earlobe and scold her like a child. Unfortunately, once Joan was interested in a man, nothing would stop her from snatching him. Margaret sighed in defeat before returning to work.
Little did the ladies know, Joan would speak with Angelo Lagusa, the dangerous mafia member.
“Good morning, gentlemen. If it’s not any trouble, may I join you both for breakfast?” Joan asked as she sat up straight in her chair.
There was a pregnant pause as one of the two men looked dumbfounded at the request of a stranger. It’s not often a woman requests to spend time with both men.
The hazel-eyed man shrugged his shoulders before responding to her question. “Knock yourself out,” he said with a dull voice as he ate his breakfast. His bored attitude broke Joan into a sweat.
His partner, fortunately, had a more enthusiastic attitude about her request.
“What a lovely lady you are, and you have an adorable accent, too. Don’t worry about him; he’s a hardass. The name’s Nero, and this little fella is Avilio,” Nero said as he slapped Avilio’s back, though Avilio’s stoic expression remained.
“Pleased to meet you, sir; I’m Joan. Thank you both for letting me stay,” she stuttered, taken aback by the man’s preppy behavior. He went to shake her hand as she introduced herself to Nero and his friend? Sure, let’s go with that. What’s interesting is that Nero’s aura was stranger and creepier than Avilio’s. It was almost like she had seen him before, which was impossible. However, the icky feeling inside her was burdening her. She swore she felt this way before as an adolescent.
“Ah, a polite girl. If I didn’t have my hands tied up on business, I would’ve asked you out on a date.” Nero teased as he caressed her chin.
“Oh, I don’t think you can handle me, mister Nero. I’m a bit of a wild beast,” Joan said in a sultry voice as she fluttered her eyelashes.
“I have all the time in the world to get to know you, babe. Give me a time and a place.” Nero winked at her.
“You realize you don’t have time to fool around, right? Don’t get her hopes up,” Avilio reminded Nero, which resulted in Nero groaning and Avilio rolling his eyes.
“And you, newsboy? You’re rather quiet. Why is that?” Joan asked, trying to break the iceberg with him while she tugged on his suspenders.
Avilio shrugged his shoulders. “Nothing to add to the conversation, that’s all,” he said in a monotone voice that made Joan grind her teeth. She let go of his suspenders, slapping them across his chest. He can’t be this plain! What a blank canvas of a personality!
“I hate to bother you, little missy, but do you know any cheap motels nearby?” Nero asked.
“Not that I’m aware of. There is a small town, Khota, that has an auto camp. You can stay for free there,” Joan explained.
“Perfect, let’s go,” Avilio said as he stood up to put on his coat, leaving his half-eaten breakfast on the table.
“Aww, leaving already? Don’t you want to stay a bit?” Joan asked with a sultry voice as she crossed her legs.
However, Avilio looked unimpressed at her attempts at flirting. “Sorry, but we have business to attend to,” he said.
Joan whined at his insistence. “Can I come with you guys, please?” She pouted as she fluttered her eyelashes.
Before Avilio responded, a large, muscular man who reeked of cigarettes bumped into him. Though unfamiliar with Avilio, the sight of the man boiled Joan’s blood.
“Move it, bud. I ain’t got all day. Oh, Joan, it’s been a while. I see you’ve taken off those shackles. Are you still friends with those pigs of yours?” The man poked fun at her, earning him a glare.
“Not today, Mike. You know, it’s rare for me to have a day off. And for your information, those pigs are lovelier to be around than you,” she said.
Judging by the visible sweat marks on his clothing, despite the chilly winds and the foul odor from his mouth, Mike had been drinking earlier. He was the worst type of drunk—an excitable flirt.
“Ah, so you’re free tonight? It must be my lucky day. Hmmm, how much?” Mike smirked before eating Avilio’s half-eaten breakfast.
“Excuse me?” Joan asked, clutching her fists.
“What? A man has urges, and you do, too. I know you’re short on money, Doll, so do we have a deal?” Mike asked as he licked her lips and winked.
“Forgive me, Father.” Joan took off her cross necklace before she tossed the half-empty cup of coffee into Mike’s face. The burning sensation of the coffee made Mike scream in agonizing pain. Her action made everyone in the diner jump, especially Avilio.
Mike slammed his fists onto the table, breaking the table in half, and got up from his seat. With the fiery rage of Joan’s rejection, adding to his humiliation, he was ready to fight back. However, before he could comment on what happened, someone interrupted him.
“You got some nerve to ask her that, you low-life. Is this what you do for a living? Harass women until you get some pity favors? Frankly, that’s pathetic,” Avilio defended Joan, leading to Mike pushing Avilio against the wall, squeezing his throat, and turning poor Avilio red as an apple. The choked breathing echoed in the restaurant. Avilio’s nails scratched Mike’s hands and wrists, begging for an escape.
Joan, to save Avilio, grabbed a wine bottle from the restaurant and smashed it on top of Mike’s head. The liquid spilled all over the white floor and Mike’s coat. By a miracle, Mike let go of Avilio’s throat as he soothed his head. Joan stole Mike’s gun, pointing toward him without a shred of anxiety.
“If you’re smart enough, then the wine will be the only thing spilled on these floors,” Joan said with venom. “Get out, and don’t you ever think of touching my friend again,” she demanded of him.
Mike, shaken by her change of behavior, ran away, leaving a trail of footsteps. But cleanliness was not the most important thing on her mind.
“Are you alright, Avilio?” Joan rushed towards him, examining him for any injuries.
Avilio nodded and smiled at her. Though it was a small gesture, she felt excited that their potential relationship was growing. “You saved me back there; thank you,” he said, ruffling her hair.
“Joan!” Margaret shouted. “Are you alright, darling? He didn’t hurt you, right?” Margaret asked as she examined Joan.
“I apologize, babe, but we have to go now. We hope to see you around!” Nero shouted as he dragged poor Avilio away from the restaurant. However, Avilio glanced through the diner’s windows and noticed a strange man crawling underneath the chairs the three were sitting on. He scoffed as he saw an older man with ripped clothes and dirt on his run-down, open-toed boots stealing Joan’s cross necklace. That forgetful girl!
“Wait for me here, Nero,” Avilio instructed as he ripped away from Nero’s grip and rushed inside the diner. When he arrived, he rolled his eyes as Avilio noticed that Joan and Margaret had disappeared, but he needed to act quickly. So, he kicked the stranger’s stomach and stepped on his wrist.
“What are you doing? You know that’s not yours, right?” Avilio asked, glaring down as he stepped harder on the man’s wrist, setting the necklace free, and the man howled in pain. Avilio was close to breaking his wrist until the man apologized profusely.
“Let’s go, Avilio!” Nero shouted outside the restaurant, leaving Avilio to snatch the necklace and run back to the car.
“Hey, doesn’t that belong to that Joan girl?” Nero asked as he sat in the passenger’s seat and noticed the necklace wrapped around his partner’s wrist.
“It did. I couldn’t find Joan inside, and we had to go.” Avilio shrugged his shoulders as he turned on the engine.
“I don’t know much about jewelry, but I bet that necklace can make us millionaires by selling it,” Nero said, hinting at his partner.
“We’re not doing that. We’re coming back here tomorrow,” Avilio declared, making Nero groan in annoyance. “We have other ways of making dough,” Avilio said as he drove them to the small town, though at a snail’s speed to avoid a collision and because of the grey clouds covering the sky.
The next morning came with harsh winds complementing well with the grey sky. The pale, lonely girl with heavy bags under her eyes was biking back to the diner with lots of food in her basket from her farm. When the owner caught wind of what had occurred, he made a deal with Joan. She needs to compensate for the damages, he won’t press any charges against her. They settled on her bringing the diner food from her barn free of charge, which she had no problem with.
“I’m sorry again, Margaret,” Joan said as she put the food in its rightful place. “I hope I brought enough food.”
“I’m sure the owner is happy with the free food. Be careful next time, please! You’re lucky the owner didn’t ban you from his diner or press any charges,” Margaret scolded before her eyes widened as she noticed the missing family artifact on Joan. “Darling, you took off your necklace?” Margaret asked before Joan clutched Margaret’s apron and heard her friend’s sniffles.
“I lost it, Margaret. I lost my necklace. Mother and father, they’re gone,” she sniffled. “I looked everywhere, from the deepest soils of my farm to every drawer in my house. It’s gone! For the love of God, have you seen it, Margaret? Please?” Joan asked as she was on her knees, clutching onto Margaret as her tears poured down like a waterfall.
“I’m sorry, darling, but the last time I saw it, you had it on yesterday,” Margaret explained.
“Damn it! I’m an idiot!” Joan exclaimed as she shook Margaret.
A ring from the front doorbell interrupted their conversation.
“Please don’t tell me you both are fighting. It’s early morning.” The familiar voice of Nero echoed, causing Joan to shriek. Once she sees Avilio, she aggressively wipes her tears with her friend’s apron.
“Wow, you’re both back? How unexpected. Why are you back?” Joan asked as she used her hair as a shield to hide her bloodshed and puffy eyes.
“It’s a diner. What do people do at diners?” Avilio asked sarcastically.
“Right,” she says, clearing her throat. “I’m sorry, that was a dumb question,” she said in a trembling voice.
Avilio slowly tugs her hair behind her ears, exposing the bloodshed eyes and the tears on her cheeks. “Are you alright?” he asked, caressing Joan’s cheek.
Before she could respond, Nero jumped into the conversation.
“Sorry to interrupt this little moment, but we have to get going soon, Avilio,” Nero said. “I’ll be in the car. Just hurry up,” he said before rushing out of the diner.
“You’re leaving?” Joan asked.
“Yeah, we had to leave for business,” Avilio explained.
“Here, Avilio, I want you to have this,” she said as she rushed to grab a napkin and a pen. “In the short time I met you, you truly excited me like no one else would. Call me whenever you want. I prefer you to call during the nighttime,” Joan winked.
Avilio glanced at the napkin before folding it and placing it inside his pocket.
He took out a piece of paper and, at first, Joan believed he was writing a number for her to call. But after a few minutes of hearing the pen scratching the paper, her body tensed up as a million thoughts flooded through her head. Could it be a letter? What for? Is he rejecting her?
However, her thoughts drowned out as Avilio handed the paper to her.
“You’re a good girl, Joan. Be careful who you associate yourself with. It would be disheartening to read the papers and have your death be the headline,” Avilio said. “You can read that note and decide if you still want to associate with me.”
Joan looked puzzled as she read the letter. It started with basic information about him, like his real name being Angelo Lagusa and not Avilio. But then her jaw dropped to the floor at what he wrote next. Avilio went to school and church with her, yet he never introduced himself to her. He just watched her from afar.
It started on a harsh winter morning with icicles on every doorknob and feet of snow. They were trapped inside the church. The church authorities announced they would stay inside until it was safe to go home. Angelo’s little brother, Luce, was tensed throughout the morning. Luce kept biting his nails and his fingertips, clinging tightly to his big brother, and taking shaky breaths. Then the lights began to flicker, causing Luce to cry with his nails digging into Angelo’s skin. It wasn’t until they both heard the piano playing in the music room nearby. The soft hands of a young girl played Chopin as she glanced at the window, where the harsh winds pushed the tree branches into the window. A teary-eyed Luce walked up to her with awe in his eyes, leaving Angelo debating with himself. Grab his brother and potentially expose himself to the stranger. Or stay where he was? Luckily, Angelo didn’t have to decide since his little brother clapped in the middle of the girl’s performance. A loud thud and a hiss from the girl caused Luce to apologize excessively.
“It’s ok; it’s ok. I didn’t hear you come in, sweetie.” She reassured the little boy as she rubbed her knee. “A nasty storm outside, no?”
Luce nodded as he bit his nails.
“Everything will be alright as long as we are in the house of the Lord.”she said.
Before Luce responded, the power went out, causing him to cry.
Both Angelo, who was behind the door of the music room, and the girl’s heart ached at Luce’s cries. The girl gently picked him up and rocked him in her arms.
“It’s ok, sweetie. You’re safe. I’ll protect you; nothing will hurt you.” She declared before she had an idea. She carefully seated back down, with the crying boy on her lap, and played one of her favorite pieces. The Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy.
Soon the cries turned into sniffles and later giggles.
The small interaction between the stranger and his little brother made Angelo’s heart race, warming his body despite the freezing temperature. Even with his serious demeanor, the storm outside shook him up, but her aura provided a calming presence. Who’s that girl?
“I’m Luce. What’s your name?” He asked as he clutched onto her shirt.
“I’m Joan. I’m new here. Nice to meet you, Luce,” she said with a smile.
A few months later, Luce and Joan had a brother-and-sister-like relationship. A piano lesson followed every church meeting. Their first Christmas went by, and a special boy’s birthday went by. Angelo, who still hid behind any corner in every room, observed all the individuals were in. Angelo grew to like Joan, despite not interacting before. How can he not like a girl who treats his little brother kindly? If only he had the guts to talk to her. But he disregarded any attempt to talk to her. He never imagined that feeling intimated by a girl would make him feel ecstatic.
But then, they canceled his scheduled piano lessons forever. He found out when Luce came crying to Angelo, announcing that Joan wouldn’t be coming back to church as rumors spread about the reason. Some say it is because her family has moved; others say she got kicked out of the church because of her behavior. Despite all the badmouth and rumors, there was no answer to the question. What happened to Joan? In the end, no one knew the tragedy of her family’s death. She stared down at the lifeless bodies of her mother and father before she ran away from her home. A brutal murder from the Venetti family.
“Do you still want to hang around me?”
“You have my number, no?” she asked in a playful voice. Although what Avilio had written shocked her, she understood his motive. The Venetti family has killed her family. She prays that Avilio, no, Angelo, achieves his goal. Not just for his family, but for hers.
She heard a groan from Angelo’s mouth as his teeth held onto a cigarette as he rummaged through his pockets.
“Hmm?”
Oh, so that’s where his lighter went. He couldn’t help but smirk. The student learned from the master. It’s funny how a small action can light a flame.
“Keep it,” Angelo said.
“Are you sure? This lighter looks pricy,” Joan explained.
Angelo hummed in response as he rummaged through his coat pocket. “Would you accept this instead?” He asked, which left Joan choking on air. The golden cross necklace with a ruby rose-colored heart. It’s her family’s cross necklace in his hand.
“You found it? Where did you find it?” She asked as she cradled the necklace.
“Next time, be careful where you place it. You put it on the table, but I suppose it fell to the ground as you pummeled that man. You know, some shmuck tried to sell it. He was a real pain about it, too,” Angelo explained.
Joan thanked him repeatedly as she embraced him tightly. “Thank you so much. My family thanks you. You’re such a sweetheart,” she said before pecking his cheek, leaving Angelo feeling a tingle on his cheek and his heart warming up. The same feeling he felt when he first saw her. Finally, a breaking point!
Nero whistled at the sight of his partner receiving affection, resulting in Angelo scoffing and rolling his eyes. Joan giggled at their interaction before placing another kiss on his cheek. The kiss blossomed another rosy-red blush on his face. Joan’s warm lips on his cold cheek caused butterflies to fly around his stomach. The smooth jazz playing lessened the tension in his shoulders.
“Time is running out, Avilio,” Nero reminded him.
Angelo cleared his throat. “I didn’t think you were the religious type.”
“I’m not really. My father made this necklace for my mother, and she gave me this necklace before they both passed away.” She explained and then kissed the cross. “You saved my mother and father. Thank you!”
Angelo chuckled. “I didn’t save anyone, but I appreciate your kindness,” he said before Angelo sighed. “Be careful out there, Joan. I’ll see you around.” he pecked her cheek. An almost innocent smile and glowing eyes reveal a sweet side to him. Her heart match the sound of the Chopin record scratched on the record player from seeing him walk away.
“Thank you for everything. You gave my brother a happy life before his was cut short,” he said before leaving the diner, returning to the car with his partner.
A quiet pause followed as she stared, dumbfounded by everything that occurred. The letter, the kiss, their goodbyes. It all hit her like a tsunami. Wait, he was Luce’s brother?
“So, any luck, darling?” Margaret eagerly asked as her heels woke Joan up from her flashback. After a long pause, Joan glanced back before sighing.
“Unfortunately, I think it’s more of a one-sided affair,” Joan explained as she tugged the paper close to her chest.
“I’m sorry to hear, dear. Don’t be so down. As they say, there are plenty of fish in the sea,” Margaret said as she caressed Joan’s back. “Well, at least you got something from him. What is that? A phone number? Maybe you still have a chance.”
“Oh, yes, definitely,” Joan lied as she folded the paper and stuffed it inside her paper. “Still, I haven’t even gotten to dance with him,” Joan pouted.
“Darling, I know you long enough to know that you wanted to do more than dance with him. Honestly, you’re going to get yourself in trouble,” Margaret teased as she pinched Joan’s ear, earning Margaret a giggle from her friend.
So long, Angelo.
As Nero drives them away from the diner, Angelo glances back at the note and contemplates what to do. The rapid heartbeat when she was near and the chest ache, knowing he may never see her again, were all real. And that kiss—that sweet and innocent kiss on his cheek. It’s the first time he’s received affection from another person and possibly the last time. He rubbed his temple as he crumbled the paper.
“Do you plan on calling her?” Nero asked as he stopped at a red light.
“Not sure,” Angelo said as he shrugged his shoulders.
“Hey, if you don’t want to call her, don’t throw that paper out. Let me keep it,” Nero asked, feeling giddy about the potential of speaking with Joan again.
“Just focus on driving,” Angelo said dryly as he stuffed the paper in his pocket and stared into the baby blue sky, covered by the smoke of his lit cigarette. A storm was approaching.
Pairing: William James Moriarty x Reader, Louis James Moriarty x Reader
Warning(s): Slightly suggestive in the beginning
To my one true love,
I waited for your return, night and day, to confess a terrifying secret. I’m certain you figured out what my secret is—knowing your gifted mind. However, I have to get it out of my system. I’m sorry; I never confessed while you were still alive. But this is my opportunity, and I won’t let it go to waste.
“Elizabeth, it’s been a while,” Louis said before he choked on his saliva. He opened the door to reveal a beautiful woman in a revealing nightgown, resembling close to a porcelain doll. But not just any woman; it’s Elizabeth, his Elizabeth. “I apologize. I should’ve been more cautious,” Louis stuttered as he covered his eyes and his cheeks produced a hot pink blush.
Elizabeth giggled at his reaction. Despite his involvement with his brothers’ crimes, he still clings to his humanity, and part of his humanity is his innocence. It was captivating to see him diminish into a bashful, stumbling individual.
“It has been a while, Louis. You’ve changed quite a bit since we last spoke. I’m happy you’re no longer wearing your spectacles,” Elizabeth said as she crossed her legs and exposed her ankle to her upper thigh.
“Were you not fond of them?” Louis asked.
“My problem was that they hid your magnificent eyes. Although, they did make you look more serious. I liked it,” Elizabeth said as she caressed the scar on his right cheek.
“I’m flattered, Elizabeth,” Louis said, clearing his throat. “So, did you need to speak to me about something? When I received your telegram, I rushed over here because I thought it was an emergency,” Louis explained while trying to remain confident. However, it was difficult to concentrate on their conversation when Elizabeth was leaving gentle touches on his sensitive scar.
“In a sense, this meeting is an emergency. I need something from you, Louis,” Elizabeth said as she stood up from her chair and walked towards him. She cradled his head as her thumbs caressed his cheeks.
“You know I’m always here for you, Elizabeth. What do you need?” Louis asked.
Elizabeth embraced Louis as she laid her head on his shoulder. She later pressed her hand against his stomach before slipping up to his chest, as if she were trying to reach his heart. But his heart wasn’t enough to exorcise this lonesome feeling Elizabeth kept all these years. She knew, but she needed a distraction. Her head tilted to glance at Louis before she leaned closer to his ear.
“Louis, indulge me. Just tonight or many nights if you enjoyed our time.” Elizabeth whispered. Her hot breath sent shivers down Louis’ spine. “Let our worries and stress go, and be free,” Elizabeth said before kissing his scar. “Would you like that?”
What a tempting offer! To lie in bed with the woman Louis had been eyeing for years. From feeling and tasting her warm and soft skin, to decorating her body with his marks, to smelling her vanilla perfume that once suffocated him but now comforts Louis. And as she said it, letting out their frustrations, and deepened their relationship. His soul can calm hers down. It’s his chance to express his profound love for Elizabeth.
Alas, he couldn’t accept her offer. Elizabeth’s heart went away with William.
Her demeanor changed when William disappeared. It was like someone had possessed Elizabeth. Every day, she wore long black dresses with a matching fascinator hat and gloves. Even with the harsh, strong winds or the heaviest rain, her clothes remained the same. Because of her attire, she was easy to spot in a crowd, and Elizabeth became a target for relentless harassment. Rumors spread throughout the country, from Elizabeth being involved with the crimes committed by the Moriarty family to her having an affair with William while knowing he was the Lord of Crime. Because of the speculations, people sent hundreds of letters to her mailbox, with many containing death threats, causing her to be paranoid. Unfortunately, her explanations have fallen on deaf ears. So, she always asked Louis to accompany her wherever she went on the off chance someone would attack her. Her eye bags enlarge, her lively and long hair turned brittle, and her skin turn pale as she copes with the passing of William with cigarettes and alcohol. She resembled more like a living, dead girl.
It wasn’t until now that she was back to her old self. Thanks to Louis’ intervention, she developed healthier coping mechanisms. However, her grief never went away, and she had moments of relapse, like right now.
“Elizabeth,” Louis said, gently pushing her away. “I am flattered by your offer. But I’m afraid I must decline. I believe the incident is still haunting you.”
Despite her tainted reputation, she courted other gentlemen. Though some gentlemen offered marriage, Elizabeth was not interested. Instead, she escaped by having multiple one-night stands. So Louis, who was an important figure and friend in her life, rejecting her offer, was a blow to her ego and frail heart. She couldn’t help but tear up at his rejection.
“Elizabeth, please understand,” Louis said as he kneeled in front of her while holding both of her hands.
“But you’ve fallen for me, no?” Elizabeth asked between sniffles. “Surely you want to do this with me?”
Louis gasped at her comment. He intended to never reveal his feelings until the timing was right. In the three years since the final act, he remained quiet about his romantic attraction to Elizabeth. Especially when she went through a downward spiral. It still isn’t. However, he didn’t have a choice, she wasn’t the same naive little girl. So he finally let his secret out of his chest.
“I must confess, Elizabeth, I love you. I’ve loved you since childhood. Admittedly, it upset me that you longed for my brother. However, you truly brought color into his life. That beautiful smile you showed my brother made me happy. But I never wanted to step in the way of my brother’s happiness.”
A loud, wet cough echoed as Louis lay on his bed. His health has deteriorated, not with his coughs increasing but with the unsuspecting muscle spasms, an annoying chill despite his battle with the burning fever, and his inability to breathe. Fortunately, someone made a prayer, and an angel appeared. Elizabeth rushed towards his side with a tray full of food, making footsteps that sounded like stomps, not wanting to waste any time to help Louis.
“Lou-Lou, everything will be alright. I made you some lunch. It’s not much, just fish and chips with your afternoon tea and a cup of fruit,” Elizabeth said as she laid the tray on his night table.
Louis blushed at the nickname, but before he could protest, he had another coughing session.
“Lou-Lou!” Elizabeth rushed to his side before she lifted him and patted his back. “Everything will be alright. You’ll recover from this illness soon. I’ve been praying for a miracle, and it’s here. You’re scheduled for surgery soon, and you’ll be free,” Elizabeth said as she continued her light patting.
“Elizabeth?” Louis called in a groggy voice. “Why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to visit the orphanage with Albert soon?” He asked.
“I am, but I noticed you were running a fever, so I told Albert that I would stay and help take care of you. It’s alright; the children will understand, and Albert isn’t upset,” Elizabeth said as she rubbed his back.
“Thank you. I’m grateful for your support,” Louis said.
“I’ll be here for you, Lou-Lou, always,” Elizabeth said. “If I have your attention, Lou-Lou, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you. I was speaking to William, and I mentioned that you’re more quiet around me. Why is that? Have I done something wrong?” Elizabeth asked as she took the plate of fish and chips. She sat down on a chair near Louis’ bed.
His heart was running a marathon. The sweat pouring down his face was more noticeable. His body felt heavy. At this moment, he would rather drop dead than confess.
“Well, you see, Elizabeth,” Before he could explain, he had another coughing fit.
“Never mind all that nonsense, Lou-Lou. You should rest. I’m sorry I put you through stress. Please forgive me,” Elizabeth said in a panic. “Let me hand you your tea. Be careful; it’s hot! Oh, let me get you another blanket. I’ll be right back,” Elizabeth said before kissing his forehead without thinking.
As she hurried out of his room, Louis stared at the ceiling and became lost in his train of thought. At the start, he thought of her as a sister figure. That’s how he initially rationalized his feelings. A kind-hearted yet naive girl who always looked after him and William. Who also likes to give kisses to him? He always had to remind himself that they were platonic kisses. A rather perky and polite girl, almost to an annoying level. A girl with a big complexion. She comes from a lower class, however; she doesn’t resent the noble people. Not even to the Moriarty family, who practically took turns to antagonize her. Instead, she looks at the bright side of things. Even when her body is decorated with black and blue bruises, she maintains the same shining smile. Speaking of which, the sun always brightens her eyes, and when it’s night, she shines brighter than any candle. She was his angel.
It wasn’t until he heard Elizabeth scream William’s name in joy that his dream bubble popped. William has returned home. Louis slowly gets up from his bed and looks through the window, only to be crushed by the sight of Elizabeth hugging William.
He knew he had zero chances with Elizabeth. He could never bring out the same smile, sparkling eyes, and flushed cheeks as his brother did. They’re dedicated to one another; they’re perfect for each other. But he understood that it was not about him; it was about them.
“As long as she’s happy, I’ll be alright,” Louis said as Elizabeth and William walked back inside the mansion.
“Maybe one day I’d like to court you or spend the night together. But only once you direct your life in the right direction. You’re still in a vulnerable place, and I don’t want to take advantage of you,” Louis said.
That’s not what she wanted—not another lecture.
“Louis, I’m sorry,” she whispered as she kneeled and covered her head. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m so sorry. Please don’t leave me. I promise to clean up my act. Please don’t leave. You can hate me all you want, but don’t go. It’s bad enough that I hardly see Albert since he is imprisoned. I don’t want you to leave me, too.” Elizabeth begged as she clung to his suit.
“Elizabeth, I could never hate you. Like I said before, I’m not saying no because I don’t want you. I do, but I want you to desire me. A genuine desire. My heart aches knowing you only desire me because I remind you of William,” Louis said.
She gasped at his last statement. She understood his reasoning. Even if they spend the night together, William will still plague her mind. How exhausting everything was! Even in recovery, she can’t forget or forgive William. But more importantly, she was using Louis for some sick pleasure. He was right. Sometimes Elizabeth looks at Louis, and she sees William. The same hair color, similar scarlet eyes, similar mannerisms—everything. This madness needs to end. She could’ve hurt Louis. No, she was hurting him. Throughout the years, he was essentially her caretaker. He made sure she was safe, eating nutritious meals, and convinced her to stop abusing drugs. He saved her life, yet this is how she thanked him.
“I’m sorry, Louis. I’ve become so selfish. I’ve been a horrible person.” Elizabeth said in between sniffles. “You essentially gave up your life to take care of me. Look what I succumbed to—a pathetic woman who is still in mourning for someone who would never reciprocate her love. I’m so sorry.” Her bloodshot eyes, her ghostly skin stained with her makeup mixed with her tears, and her sobbing clouded Louis’ mind. He took out his handkerchief to wipe the makeup off.
“There’s no need to apologize, Elizabeth. He was my brother. I was in an agonizing mourning period as well. You just needed more time and support than others. And that’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Then a lightbulb lit up above his head. “I have an idea,” Louis said with much enthusiasm in his voice. “It’s rather simple, but I think it can help.”
By your side, I am comforted by our silence. But it was frightening to know the reason for your silence. It’s because you’re no longer here with me. But I know when I look up, you are looking down, watching over me. I know I’ve made many mistakes in my life, some ridiculous, some risky. I suppose you were trying to protect me, but I ignored you. I started smoking because it reminded me of you. How ridiculous. But the biggest mistake was falling in love with you, William James Moriarty. Loving you has consumed my life. But I held so much hatred because of the secret life you kept. Sometimes I blame you for the harassment I’ve received because of my association with you. Yet, I held so much hope for your return. However, it’s been three years now, and my patience is running thin. I have to set myself free because this sick love has imprisoned me for too long. Maybe if we met in different circumstances, we would’ve been married with children. Maybe I could’ve cured that ache in your sensitive heart. I’m sorry. I must cut my sunflowers to make room for new flowers. Until we meet again, William.
“Is that all you want to say?” Louis asked with a gentle tone after he finished reading her letter.
“That’s all, yes,” Elizabeth said.
“Well, what would you like to do with this letter?” Louis asked.
There was a pregnant pause before she stared back at Louis, hoping he would give her the answer. But that won’t help. This was something she had to do herself. She took the letter and a match, setting the letter on fire. This moment dumbfounded Louis as she stomped on the burned letter. She took a shaky, deep breath before a small smile appeared.
“That was ecstatic,” she said before she embraced Louis. “Thank you. I’ve never felt this magnificent in a long time. I owe you my life, Lou-Lou.” She said as she glanced at her night table, which had a picture of William and a dead sunflower near the picture.
The once lively sunflower, with petals as soft as William’s hands, has a gentle stem that reminds her of William’s delicate heart. The color was almost the same shade as William’s hair. Her sunshine boy is gone, but she lived through the tragedy, and she is ready to move on.
“I need to organize my room,” she said with a chuckle. “Thank you for everything, Lou-Lou.”
Pairing: William James Moriarty x Reader, (slight) Louis James Moriarty x Reader
“What do you want to be when you grow up, Elizabeth?”
“Me? Oh, I don’t know if I can get a profession, William.” Elizabeth said as she focused back on her drawing. It was a chilly evening, and both were in Elizabeth’s room as they returned from their classes. The homework they received from their last class is a breeze, yet crucial. They have to answer that question and report their answer to their teacher. A simple question, yet Elizabeth didn’t have hope for her future.
“Why is that?” William asked.
Elizabeth ignored his question and continued her drawing.
“Is it because you don’t have a clue what you want to study?” William asked, although he noticed the pencil Elizabeth was drawing with was louder. He figured out what the issue was. “Or are you still anxious about what the future may hold?” The pencil snapped.
Elizabeth mockingly chuckled. “What’s the point of asking me questions if you know the answer?”
“It’s best to ask someone either way,” William said as he shrugged his shoulders. “So, you’re afraid of the future?”
“It’s not only that. I mean, what professional field can I study? I’m nowhere near as intelligent as you or your brothers,” Elizabeth said as she turned her chair around to face him.
“You are already intelligent, Elizabeth. Quite talented as well.” He added as he pointed towards the drawing of sunflowers. “You add so much detail and beautiful shading.”
She squealed as she attempted to explain how the drawing was a present for him and Louis, but ended up spewing nonsense.
“I’m flattered by your drawing, and I’m certain Louis will be, too.” William chuckled softly. “No worries, Elizabeth. We can all teach you everything you need to become a successful individual. We will continue our reading and writing lessons until you’re at a proficient level. Albert can train you to fight, if you like. Louis can help you with the housework. We’re here to support you, Elizabeth. Always.” He declared this as he held her hand, squeezing it gently with a warm smile.
“That’s comforting to hear, William. Thank you. Wait, Louis likes me?” Elizabeth asked in shock.
“Of course he does. Why do you believe he doesn’t?” William asked as his eyes widened by her question.
“Well, Louis has been quiet around me. Granted, he’s always been quiet and reserved. However, when I’m around him, he’s almost silent. I didn’t say anything wrong, did I?”
“No need to worry, Elizabeth. He likes you just as much as I do, maybe more,” William said with a wink.
“More than you do? What do you mean by that?” Elizabeth asked. Unfortunately, Albert knocked on the door to announce that dinner was ready. “We can discuss this matter later. Right now, I’m starving.” Elizabeth said as she gently dragged William down to the dinner table. Before they sat at the table, William pulled her into a hug. In a tight and close embrace, Elizabeth heard his quiet heartbeat and felt his warm skin.
“Thank you, Elizabeth.”
“You are an idiot, William,” Elizabeth said as she held on to her love with all her might. If she wasn’t careful, the sun would rise, but with grim, dull lights.
“Liam, take my hand. Everything will be alright. You’ll find another way to repent your sins, and we will do it together,” Sherlock said with much anticipation.
Elizabeth can only pray William takes his friend’s hand. Unfortunately, her prayers went unanswered. Despite the hopeful look in William’s eyes, he only stared at his friends as their pleadings increased.
“Forgive me, my dear, but this needs to be done,” William said as he took his hidden sword from his coat and slashed Elizabeth‘s arm. A loud hiss from her lips made William drown in guilt. He hurt her. A promise he has kept to himself since childhood. His hands were now the deepest shade of scarlet red. Despite the sharp pain, she never loosened her grip on him. The cut can heal, even if it develops into a scar — anything to prevent the death of her precious sunshine boy.
“I admire your strength, Elizabeth, but I’m not worthy of your tears. I must repent for my sins, dear. Please, promise me one thing, Elizabeth. Find happiness with someone else,” William said as he graced her with his smile.
“What the devil are you talking about, William?” She asked as she took everything to not tear up.
William chuckled. He knew; he always knew. She loved him, and he loved her. Despite reciprocating her feelings, it wasn’t the right thing to do. His plan for starting a revolution always ends with him dying. He can’t give her the life she deserves. They wasn’t meant to be. He would never provide for them, as he would burden them both with his title as the Lord of Crime. A plague on the Moriarty family.
“Promise me you will grow old with someone who will love you. For your gentle heart, for your intelligence and your love of learning, and for your empathy. Do whatever brings you the most joy. Have a beautiful wedding, surrounded by your loved ones. Have as many beautiful and adorable children as you want. Go to university like you always wanted. Become a successful woman. Away from the simple, everyday household chores, and welcome exciting opportunities. Whatever you want, you deserve happiness, my dear. You are an angel, Elizabeth, and I am forever grateful. Goodbye.” William said his farewell with a bright smile before letting go of Elizabeth’s hand.
In a panic, she leans forward to grab his arm with both of Elizabeth’s hands. Her worries faded away as she felt Sherlock’s arms wrapped around Elizabeth’s waist, making them stay in place. Despite their differences, Sherlock and Elizabeth share a mutual respect for one another. For Elizabeth, it was his intelligence and humorous wits. For Sherlock, it was her kindness and hard-working attitude. Mere differences settled aside to save William. This is their last chance.
“Don’t say such words, William. Do you think I will be happy with some other gentleman? You make me laugh,” Elizabeth said mockingly as her tears dripped down his face, surprising William as he faced a new side of Elizabeth. “You are foolish if you believe I will be happy with another man. My heart skips only for you. William, you have blessed me with your mere existence, and you’re just going to throw away everything we’ve been through? William, you will never be alone here—your brothers, your little organization, and me. We’re all guilty. We all have blood on our hands. If you feel guilty, then please live. Live, and we can repent. I will be by your side, no matter what happens. Please live; I can’t hold on much longer,” Elizabeth begged as her cheeks stained a fiery red blush and her tears dripped down and hit Williams’s face and hair. Time was running out.
Her words blessed William’s heart. However, it won’t be fair to her. Even if William is safe, the awful guilt of his crimes will haunt him and Elizabeth. If he wanted to caress her soft cheeks, he’d stain them with his victim’s blood, no matter how many times he washed his hands. He ruined her innocence and her purity. His guilt would worsen as he witnessed Elizabeth’s blood staining her dress at an alarming time. Her tears, her blood, and the frightened expression on her face. It was all too much for him.
“I’m sorry, Elizabeth.” The sound of a large bell ringing blurred his soft whisper. And he slipped away.
As she watched William fall from the bridge, her heart stung. She failed him; she failed William. She couldn’t do anything but watch him fall into what her clouded mind saw—the fiery pits of hell. Adding insult to injury, William smiled back at her and his dear friend, Sherlock.
“William,” Elizabeth whimpered.
“As if that would stop me!” Sherlock said this before jumping off the bridge to catch William. The sight of Sherlock falling left Elizabeth breathless. How can a man have the courage to jump after William despite the fatal end of their fall? How did he jump without any hesitation? Was she not good enough for him?
As they both fell, she felt her soul ripped off of her body. The cold shivered as the sun rose, and the bile built up in her throat. She cried for Sherlock; she sobbed for William until she screamed William’s name. Her scream penetrated the ears of millions and echoed across the country. Rumors spread that the Queen heard Elizabeth’s scream as well. The Lord of Crime is gone; her sunshine boy is dead.
Time skip
If William broke his promise, then Elizabeth was a hypocrite for calling him out. It’s been three years since the disappearance of William and Sherlock. It’s safe to assume they both perished and their bodies were lost. Or perhaps they ran away. Elizabeth wasn’t sure which one was worse. In the years since their disappearance, vast changes have occurred for everyone, especially Elizabeth. The most important thing was her relationship with another man. She tried to find someone else, but every date she attended felt sour. However, being pressured by society to get married made her conflicted. On the one hand, she doesn’t want society to pressure her into an arranged marriage. On the other hand, she’s already the victim of harassment thanks to her affiliation with the Lord of Crime, despite the court finding her innocent. She supposes that finding a husband will inspire the public to leave her alone. Or maybe that’s her naivety shining through. Either way, she wants to settle down and have a simple life again. She needs something to take her mind off of William once and for all.
Some say that people can hear Elizabeth’s shouts and cries on every anniversary of William’s passing all across the country. As if her tortured and lonesome soul haunted the people the night of his death, still looking for William.
However, tonight was the night Elizabeth would break the hidden promise she made that night. As she put on her make-up, she heard a light knock on her bedroom door.
“The door is open, Louis.” She said this as she fixed her nightgown and make-up and waited for Louis to enter her bedroom.
Author’s note: English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for any grammar and/or spelling mistakes. Reader has a name, but I try not to be too descriptive.
If only she had stopped him. If she did, William wouldn’t have perished with his friend at the bottom of the bridge. Maybe if she were intelligent enough to figure out his plan. Was she not enough for him to stay alive?
Tonight was the night of the ultimate act. Despite her many protests before, Elizabeth accepted that her love wanted to die.
Oh, such precious memories between the two. Elizabeth was a small child when she met the infamous William James Moriarty. She visited her friend, Albert, around the time Albert’s father wanted to adopt a child. Such a horrid family—an unfortunate circumstance Albert was living in. Elizabeth was not aware of his family’s hatred of the lower class until she visited Albert’s manor for the first time. The glares, the snide comments during dinner—they even poked fun at her ripped clothing. However, Albert was different. Overwhelmed with compassion for the oppressed and the kindness of Elizabeth, he eagerly offered her a job, forging an unbreakable connection.
Knowing her gentle nature and heart, Albert invited Elizabeth to visit the orphanage he attends. Though she hesitated at first, but once she started attending, she never wanted to leave. She loved the enthusiasm of children and their love of learning. The staff was sweet. She met some nuns that occasionally visited the orphanage, which Elizabeth considers the highlight of her visits. However, one day, Albert had fallen ill. Despite her shy demeanor, she wanted to visit the children and help the staff like always. In a way, they are her second family. It wouldn’t take long before she entered the orphanage and greeted the children, who were surrounding the new boys in the orphanage. It was if Cupid aimed at her the moment she glanced towards the bench, surrounded by small children, and saw him. A young child with sunflower hair and scarlet eyes is reading to the orphans. The pale, soft-looking skin and long lashes. Who would’ve thought that he would be the one to destroy her world? It was worse since Albert was the talkative one. As if the devil had hatched his plan, the blonde boy stopped reading as he noticed a young girl watching him from a distance. Elizabeth stopped her breathing the moment their eyes met. She knew he was different; he was special. Dear Lord.
“I don’t believe we’ve met before. I just moved here a few days ago with my brother. Mind introducing yourself?” The young boy asked with a gentle smile that set her heart and face inflamed.
Elizabeth couldn’t take it anymore. Before she responded, she ran back inside the orphanage. Her occupied mind led her to bump into two nuns.
“Ah, my deepest apologies, sisters. I wasn’t watching where I was going. I didn’t hurt you two?” Elizabeth asked in a gentle tone.
“My dear, there’s no need to apologize. We understand it was an accident. If you don’t mind sharing, why were you running, little missy?” Sister Agatha asked before she giggled.
“Oh, well, there is a new child in the orphanage. It’s the blond boy reading to the other children.” Elizabeth asked as she glanced at him. “When he asked me to introduce myself, I panicked, and I ran back inside. Sisters, what is this agonizingly pleasant feeling? My heart is pounding, and it’s hard for me to breathe. I don’t understand why, sisters. This has never happened before. It was humiliating.” Elizabeth said as she fidgets with her fingers and bows her head to hide her face.
Sister Jane chuckled at her confession. “Oh, my dear. You will understand once you’re older. Once you learn, it will change your life in the most enthralling way. Don’t stress about it for too long. Focus on being a child for now. Focus on becoming his friend. He is new here, and his brother is quite ill. The poor boy needs all the support he can get,” Sister Jane explained as she caressed Elizabeth’s hair.
Elizabeth lifts her head to look back at the young boy, who stared back at her. Though instead of hiding behind the sisters, Elizabeth waved at him. To his surprise, he didn’t scare her away. The blond boy chuckled and waved back, which put Elizabeth at ease. She bows down and thanked the sisters for their time before she takes a deep breath and approaches the boy again. This time, with much success, she charmed her way into his heart and became his first friend.
It was a wonderful first meeting. She learned so much about the boy and his brother in a brief span of time. He was knowledgeable about a variety of subjects, especially mathematics and chemistry. What surprised her was his knowledge and love for the arts. From the plays of Shakespeare to the paintings of Da Vinci, they spend hours discussing and sharing their love for certain artists. Unfortunately, the boy figured out she couldn’t read when he asked about her favorite authors and didn’t respond to his questions. Instead, she mumbled an apology.
“There is nothing to be ashamed of, Elizabeth. I understand you didn’t have the opportunity growing up. I would be more than happy to teach you how to read,” the sweet boy said as he pulled out a copy of Romeo and Juliet.
“I’m flattered, but you don’t have to. I don’t want to burden you,” Elizabeth said with a flustered expression.
“I don’t mind at all. Besides, it’s a gift to read and share your knowledge with the world. Why don’t we get started? I’m confident you’ll learn in no time.” He said with his charming smile and hopeful attitude. She agreed.
Later on, Albert felt better and visited the orphanage with Elizabeth. However, Albert neglected to interact with the children. He was observing them to find the perfect child for his father. As if she read his mind, Elizabeth suggested that Albert’s father adopt her sunshine boy, and his younger brother, Louis. It sparked something inside him.
One morning, she woke up bright and early because she had the task of cleaning William’s (a.k.a. Albert’s biological brother) room before a few guests arrived. She didn’t realize the guests were the two boys from the orphanage and were part of the Moriarty family. The guests were the young boy she befriended and his younger brother. Out of sheer fear, she ran back to her room. They kept her in the dark about their arrival ahead of time. If she were aware, she would’ve dressed up nicer instead of her worn-out maid uniform. However, as if luck were not on her side, her sunshine boy noticed her and her uniform.
After a long while, the young blond to become her bodyguard, especially when the real William was around Elizabeth. Once the boys were adopted, she shifted her focus to them. Any time they were hungry, she cooked them nutritious meals. When they had an altercation with the real William, she treated their wounds. Anything they want, she gets it for them. Elizabeth does them, despite the consequences she faces for treating the boys with respect.
In the face of verbal threats and intimidation from the Moriarty family, her sunshine boy brought light and peace. When the teasing becomes too much for her, he comes to her rescue. From the late-night conversations in his room, from reading together (well, more of him teaching her how to read), and from taking care of each other, they were inseparable.
Here comes the fire. The smell of smoke woke Elizabeth up as she coughed uncontrollably, looking for anyone’s help. As she ran towards the front door, she tripped. In this agonizing moment, she tried calling out for help. But heavy coughing accompanied every shout as the smoke consumed her body. Every second felt like a minute, and every minute felt like an hour. It was her time to go. Unless…
“I found her, brother,” someone from a distance shouted. However, she couldn’t tell who was shouting. Her eyes were giving out, but hope was here again to guide her to safety and comfort. Before she passed out, she got to see her sunshine boy.
Eventually, she figured out his plan: bring down the corrupt noble class and make a revolution. His desire to help the lower class and give them a voice was admirable. Despite her initial hesitation about joining his organization, William’s persuasive conversation convinced her. Not only with his compassionate heart but with his intelligent plans. She believed that a revolution was coming—a world where the lower class finally attained equal rights, where they were treated fairly, and no longer struggled to gain necessities. A fairer and cleaner world. The aftermath is something she craved for so long.
So Elizabeth stayed through thick and thin. For every corrupt noble killed, it was her turn to comfort William. She knew his gentle heart broke every time he had to kill. But for a revolution to occur, they had to make sacrifices. Even if it meant permanently staining their hands with blood. However, it wasn’t long before her heart broke.
This leads to right now. William was good at keeping secrets from Elizabeth, though he was a hypocrite for his actions. Both preached about honesty and trust in one another, though that was the least of Elizabeth’s worries. Her biggest worry is his safety. At the bottom of the bridge, everyone waits for the death of The Lord of Crime, and at the top, she waits for William to embrace her. Safe in her arms was her sunshine boy. If only…
“Sebastian, care to explain why Charlotte has the dreaded Faustian mark on her hand?”
Oh, how Charlotte messed up!
Ciel was furious when he accidentally entered Charlotte’s room and saw her ungloved hand. So, he called a private meeting with Charlotte and Sebastian in his office. But instead of answering Ciel’s questions, Sebastian remained quiet and displayed a smirking smile. “Or perhaps you can explain the mark, Charlotte? Is that why you started wearing gloves?” Ciel asked with a smile on his face as he held Charlotte’s hand. He figured if he put on a nice persona, she’d reveal her explanation. However, Charlotte recognized the inauthenticity behind his expression. Ciel’s eyes burn with anger as he struggles to contain his frustration. She could sense the intense anger radiating from Ciel, directed more at her than at Sebastian. However, Ciel’s eyes concealed pain.
Charlotte felt disappointed in herself. She made a promise to Ciel to never be intimate with Sebastian, yet she broke it. It has been almost a month since Charlotte made the contract, and it has changed her. For one thing, she seemed more cheerful. No longer was her face covered in her salty tears, nor was her mouth formed into a frown. The pale skin that once resembled a vampire now has a shiny, bright glow. The usual banter between her and Sebastian was going strong and made her fall more in love with him.
“Ciel, please, you see…”
“I’m not in the mood for my time to be wasted. Do speak clearly and get to the point,” Ciel snapped.
His comment startled Charlotte. She often endured his rudeness, understanding that his youth and trauma were contributing factors. Whether it was intentional or unintentional, she would move on from his moments. However, something within her snapped, as well.
Charlotte slammed her hands onto his desk, frightening Ciel.
“Ciel, would it be alright if we talk privately? I’m sure you’ll find the answers you need if it’s just the two of us,” Charlotte said as she held back her tears.
“My ladyship?” Sebastian called to her as he approached closer to Charlotte.
“I’ll be fine, Sebastian. Please don’t trouble yourself. I need to speak with Ciel for a moment. Why don’t you turn to your chores for now?” Charlotte asked.
Sebastian hesitated, torn between his duty as a butler and the distress of leaving his ladyship in tears. Lucky for him, Ciel decided what Sebastian would do.
“It’s fine, Sebastian. I will call you once we have finished our conversation. I will need to talk to you as well. In the meantime, I am dismissing you,” Ciel said.
“As you wish, my lord. I won’t be too far from your office,” Sebastian said, but not before he winked at Charlotte, flustering the poor dear.
After Sebastian left, both remained silent. Both were desperate to say something about the incident. Both wanted to shout their frustrations at each other. However, nothing occurred until Charlotte timidly mumbled something. “I’m sorry, Ciel.”
“Apologizing for what exactly?” Ciel asked.
“For everything, I suppose. I broke my promise, I lied to you, I made a contract with Sebastian,” she stuttered as she remained strong enough to not let her voice crack and let her tears run down her cheeks. “I hurt you, didn’t I? I saw your face when you came into my room. It’s the same expression you made when a storm frightened you,” Charlotte said.
“What are you going on about?” Ciel asked as his cheeks blushed a soft pink rose color.
“Remember that time you visited for my seventeenth birthday and it was storming out? You were around five. You made the same expression as if you’d seen a tremendous storm when you saw my mark,” Charlotte explained.
“Charlotte, you didn’t upset me with your broken promise. People break them all the time. I’m used to it,” Ciel explained before he sighed. “The problem is that you made a contract with Sebastian. You’re in danger now. Honestly, why did you do it?” He said.
“Simple, Sebastian stitched my heart before it could break fully.” She explained with a gentle smile.
She knew this was all a game, a losing game. However, despite everything, she loved Sebastian. What a cruel punishment. She should be relieved. Once Sebastian and Ciel fulfill their contract, the demon will leave. Her heart cracking, though it's not broken. In the short time spent together, they became friendly with each other. Friends turned into a complex relationship. A relationship with kisses and affection without being intimate. A relationship without love. The demon with his human companion. The predator with his prey.
It was a cloudy afternoon, which meant it was time for Charlotte’s afternoon tea at Ciel’s garden. What she didn’t realize was that Ciel wasn’t feeling well until Sebastian informed her before she got out of her carriage. In a panic, she rushed towards his room to take care of Ciel.
“You don’t have to worry about me, Charlotte,” Ciel said before he started a coughing fit.“Sebastian has been taking care of me. I apologize for not informing you in advance about my illness. If you want, you may spend your afternoon tea with Sebastian instead,” Ciel said as his dry voice became more pronounced.
His room was spotless before Charlotte barged in with her bag full of medical supplies she had on her carriage. On Ciel’s night table were her first aid kit, Ciel’s asthma medication, an ice pack, and much more that cluttered his table. There was also clutter on his bed. She laid an extra blanket on the edge of the bed. A stethoscope, an inhaler, and a small bell for him to ring for help.
“I understand, Ciel, but you shouldn’t. Sebastian is busy with his chores and all. I don’t want to be a burden to both of you,” Charlotte said as she laid a wet, cold washcloth on his forehead. She sighs out loud. “He didn’t even bother to change this washcloth. You were burning up.”
“I insist. You traveled all this way to visit me. Besides, I’m sure he won’t mind. He seems quite fond of you.” Ciel said.
“Fond of me?”
Ciel replied, “I was surprised as well.”
“And when you say he is fond of me, what do you mean by that?” Charlotte asked.
“What do I mean? He seems to tolerate you. Granted, you’re a more competent person to help around. Though, you overdo it,” Ciel explained before he paused. “Why are you interested in knowing his opinion about you?” Ciel asked.
Charlotte panicked inside. Ciel suspected her relationship with Sebastian for a while now. If Ciel were to find out…
“I know Sebastian is fond of you, and you’re fond of him. I don’t understand why you tried hiding when you knew I would find out eventually,” Ciel interrupted before he sighed out loud. “However, that’s beside the point,” he tried speaking before having another coughing fit.
Charlotte laid him down on his bed as Ciel gently grabbed her wrist. Despite his illness, her eyes widened at his tight grip.
“Charlotte, I want you to listen to me. Listen good. Don’t get close to Sebastian. Don’t be friendly with him, don’t be affectionate with him, don’t do anything with him. I understand you’re being nice to him for my sake, but don’t do anything beyond being polite to him. He has no interest in you beyond consuming your soul. Besides, once I fulfill our contract, Sebastian will leave. He will not love you, he never will. Promise me you won’t become intimate with him,” Ciel said with a scowl.
Charlotte stayed quiet before she reluctantly responded. “I promise, Ciel.” She said with a fake smile on her face. “Besides, I’m not interested in mingling with demons,”
Ciel hums before he closes his eyes. “Enjoy your afternoon, Charlotte.”
“Feel better soon, Ciel.”
And with that out of the way, he was fast asleep.
Time skip
Charlotte felt bored. As she sat on her chair and looked around Ciel’s garden, she couldn’t help but want to sleep. She couldn’t speak with the other servants, as they were busy with their chores, and didn’t want to be a burden on them. Nothing to do but drink and nibble on her biscuits. She stared at her empty tea cup until she felt goosebumps in her body and a scowl appeared on her face. Only one person has that effect on her.
“Already finished, my ladyship? Are you perhaps dehydrated?” Sebastian asked.
“Why can’t you open the door like a normal person?” She asked with an annoyed expression.
“I suppose I should, but I don’t see the point since you know my secret. Is something troubling you, my lady? You’ve been quiet for a while now. If this is about Ciel’s health, I assure you he will live through.” Sebastian said.
“No, it’s not that. Well, that’s part of what’s troubling me, but not the whole reason.” Charlotte said before she let out a huge sigh. “There’s been something plaguing my mind and I need to get it out of my system.”
“I’m listening, my ladyship. Although, I do advise you to make it quick. I am quite busy today.” Sebastian said as he sat across from the table.
Charlotte gets up from her chair and walks towards him. She embraced him as her tears landed on his tailcoat.
“My lady? What’s the matter?” Sebastian asked as he caressed her hair.
“Why? Why does it have to be you?” Charlotte asked with a cracked voice.
“I beg your pardon, my lady?” Sebastian asked.
“Why is it that whenever you speak to me, your voice replaces the one of the Lord? That your mere presence makes my heart flutter? And that your touch makes me feel more calm. I’m supposed to be revolted by your existence. I should despise you.” Charlotte cried louder as she buckled her knees and laid her head on his lap. “But with you, it’s the complete opposite. You’ve stolen my heart, Sebastian. I hate you for that.”
Sebastian took a step back from her confession but couldn’t help but smirk. “My ladyship, please sit back down. I’m sure your knees are hurting right now. Besides, no gentleman wants to respond to a confession when the lady is full of tears and snot.” With the gentle touch of his fingertips wiping her tears, she sits on her chair.
“My lady, I appreciate your honesty and your bravery. Now that you confessed, what do you intend to do with your feelings?” Sebastian asked.
“I understand that you don’t feel the same, Sebastian. I do. However, I am aware that once you fulfill your contract with Ciel, you will leave. Am I right?” She asked as she tugged her clothing.
“That is correct.” He responded.
“With that information, all I ask for you to stay.” She said.
Sebastian chuckled at her silly suggestion. “And how do you intend to make me stay, my lady? I’m quite sure a leach won’t be enough to trap me with you.”
“Let’s form a contract, Sebastian.” Charlotte declared.
“My lady, I don’t believe you understand how serious of a situation this is. You should…”
“I understand what I am saying, Sebastian.” Charlotte interrupted him. “A fruitful life is being in your arms, and if I am a fool to desire that, then let me be your fool to toy with. I’ll keep you in my heart and mind until you consume my soul. I will remain faithful to you. No other man will come between us. By the time I die, you may have my soul. No one has made me feel this way before. I don’t care about the consequences, Sebastian,” Charlotte declared. “So, please, let’s make a contract. I don’t want to be away from you. Never.” She said as she extended her arm to him.
Sebastian smiled before he shook her hand. “Certainly, my dear. I must inform you, however, you won’t get into heaven after this and…”
“I am well aware, Sebastian,” Charlotte interrupted. “Like I said, I don’t care. May the devil’s hand strike me down and caress me so. Fulfill my desires, Sebastian. Don’t leave me,” Charlotte ordered him.
Sebastian, ecstatic with her response, extended his hand for Charlotte to hold.
“Very well, my ladyship, we shall shake hands and I will brand you as mine, and I shall be yours. I shall serve you, as well. I will protect you from any danger, I will be an affectionate being, and I will heal you from sickness. Anything my ladyship wants, she will receive,” Sebastian declared their contract.
With that, they made the contract official with the burning, stinging sensation of Charlotte’s skin in her hand. She hisses throughout the process until she sighs in relief once she survived this torturous moment. She pauses for a moment before taking a glimpse at her mark. Their Faustian contract symbol imprinted onto her skin glows a soft purple light.
“Now, my dear, give me an order,” Sebastian said.
Charlotte stared at her mark and later into Sebastian’s eyes. “Sebastian,” she spoke in a soft tone. “Clean up the mess.” She said with an angry tone as she showed her bloody hand. “You should’ve warned me ahead of time about the pain? So much for a gentleman, so much for a butler.”
Sebastian smirked before placing his hand on his heart and bows. “My apologies, my dear. It slipped out of my mind.”
“Hmph.” She glared at him. “Well? What are you waiting for? For me to bleed out? Take care of the injury you caused. That’s an order, Sebastian,” Charlotte demanded as her mark glowed.
“Yes, my ladyship, I shall take care of you,” Sebastian said. However, before he walked away from her room, he felt Charlottes tugging on his tailcoat. “My lady? Is something bothering you?” he asked.
Charlotte stayed quiet as her cheeks flushed red. “Can we make this more affectionate?” she asked. Though her question was vague, Sebastian knew what she was asking. He laughed, which humiliated Charlotte. She felt like a child asking their family to take care of them after a nightmare.
“My dear, I should teach you more manners. It’s quite a nuisance to have other people guess what you’re asking. However, just this once…” He leaned in and kissed her lips. He trapped her. It’s only a matter of time before he will consume her being.
Author’s Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for any grammar and/or spelling mistakes. The main love interest has a name, but I try not to be too descriptive. This is a second part of my previous post. Thank you so much and hope you enjoy it.
Pairing: Sebastian Michaelis x reader
Today is the day. It's the most important day of any woman’s life. More important than her wedding or the birth of her child. Her funeral.
The leaves danced in the air, and the sun peered through the cloudy sky. It was beautiful, just like her auntie. Especially when the sunshine makes Madam Red's skin glow. Charlotte was in the middle of her speech when the front door burst open. It was Ciel. Although she remained brave at the ceremony, she broke when Ciel brought a stunning red dress and placed it on her body. Her loud cry echoed throughout the building.
“Auntie,” she called out, but nothing occurred. Her brief prayer went unanswered. Auntie remained “asleep.” Her tears continued to pour down until Sebastian walked towards her and kissed them away. The light gasp heard between the two encouraged him to continue to kiss her tears away. At that moment, she wanted to scold him for his affectionate behavior. However, she kept her lips closed and embraced him with all her might while he caressed her back. As much as she hated to admit it, her desire for his affection remained.
Following Madam Red’s funeral, Charlotte went into a state of depression. Her once soft skin turned dry and flakey; her once glowing hair turned a dull color; and her heart was locked away. Gone were the days of the usual back-and-forth between her and Sebastian. The awkward yet sweet moments with Ciel amplified as his immense guilt encouraged him to become closer to Charlotte. However, everything remained the same. Her aunt is gone forever. She remained chained to her bed despite Ciel and his household servants’ attempts to cheer her up. Ciel, at one point, spent an entire afternoon with her and made her laugh once. Not on purpose, though.
Another day, another mission. The mission? Making sure Ciel impresses Aunt Francis and Elizabeth. But she knows they are visiting for Ciel’s birthday. However, instead of joining her family, Charlotte remained in the same dark, graying, cold bedroom. It wasn’t until it was late at night when she heard a door knock. She groans to herself. Ciel must’ve asked Sebastian to visit her.
“My ladyship, is everything all right here?” Sebastian said as he waited for a response. He let out a loud sigh when he hadn’t heard a sound. “You shouldn’t neglect your health, my ladyship. I have yet to see you eat anything since the ceremony. I apologize in advance, but…” he said as he opened her bedroom door with a table full of various teas and biscuits.
“Did you have to barge into my room like that, Sebastian?” She asked in an annoyed tone as she dug deeper into her duvet.
“Oh, please. I don’t call that barging in. I warned you. Besides, I doubt you’d open the door if I were to ask you to. Now, let’s have you sit up. It would be best if you weren't choking on your tea. It will be a burden to wash your bedsheets,” Sebastian said as he helped Charlotte sit in bed and prepared her favotite tea. “Go ahead, my dear. Have some biscuits."
She remained silent as she glanced down at her plate.
“Having trouble eating as well? Have no fear. I will assist you. Say, ahh.” He said with the same playful expression on his face as he tried to spoon-feed her.
Her face flustered a pretty rose shade, and he placed a biscuit in her mouth before she could say anything. She scowled before she immediately spat it out.
“What the devil are you doing? If this is some sick joke, then get out.” She demanded.
“Now, now, my lady. I was merely…”
“Just get out!” She shouted, interrupting him. “I wish to be alone, so please…” her voice cracked as Charlotte’s tears landed on her hands. Her once delicate hands are now dry and pale, as if she’s turned into her auntie, as she clutches her duvet. “Please, just get out.” She mumbled. She waits for him to leave her room, as she requested. But instead of hearing his footsteps from a distance, she heard them closely and clearly. Sebastian then held her hands and held them both in his.
“I apologize, my dear. I acted brutishly when you sought comfort. As a butler, I should’ve looked after my master’s guest in her dire need,” he said before pecking her knuckles. “In that case, I shall take my leave. Have a good night’s rest, my lady.”
“Wait!” she shouted as she grabbed his wrist, preventing him from leaving. “Stay, Sebastian,” she said. “Stay here with me until I fall asleep, please,” she said as she tried to prevent the tears from rolling down her cheeks.
Sebastian, perplexed by the situation, couldn’t hold back his laughter anymore. “Oh, dear. How intriguing,” he said in between laughter. Charlotte glared at him as he laughed. Eventually, he pulls out a chair but gets interrupted before he can sit.
“Don’t sit on that chair. It’s uncomfortable,” Charlotte said before her face reddened. She clears her throat before mumbling, “Why don’t you lie down next to me? I’m certain it will be much more comfortable for you if you plan to watch over me and all.”
Her request dumbfounded Sebastian before he chuckled out loud.
“And when will this laughing end?” She attempts to sound tough as she blushes and hides underneath her duvet.
Instead of his usual comeback, she felt a sudden dip beside her. She removes the duvet from her head and gasps at the sight. Sebastian was lying down next to her.
“Whatever makes my lady happy,” he smirked.
She slowly scoots over him and lets the silence comfort them. It was a few moments of silence before she spoke up. “I’ve been meaning to ask you. Has Ciel made his final decision? What does he plan on doing with my discovery?” She asked as she held his hand and put her head on his chest.
“My master would like to speak with you about your discovery. However, my master will take care of everything. You have to promise my master and me you won’t say a word about me,” Sebastian explained as he stroked her hair. His minimum amount of attention sent shivers down Charlotte’s spine.
“You have my word, Sebastian. No one will know about this secret as long as no one knows what we do behind this bedroom door. You will keep this secret?” She stuttered. She gasped once she remembered the crucial information. “I haven’t been able to find Ciel a present. Oh, no. I’m a horrible person.” She pouts.
Sebastian chuckled at her trivial worries. “Are you aware my master has little care for his birthday?”
“I am aware; however, that doesn’t stop me from caring about his special day. I should give him something special tomorrow morning,” she said.
“I’m certain spending time with him will be enough of a gift. Despite his demeanor, my master respects you, my lady.” He said with confidence. “Now, let’s worry about these things in the morning. You should sleep now,” he said before he planted a kiss on her forehead.
With these tragedies comes the warmth and comfort of lying with the demon, her demon. He unlocked her heart, unfortunately. The predator has cornered his prey and is waiting for him to pounce.
Author’s note: Please bear with me. English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for any grammar and/or spelling mistakes. The main love interest has a name, but I try not to be too descriptive. I hope you enjoy. Thank you!
Pairing: Sebastian Michaelis x reader
With any encounter with a demon, one must be on edge. Demons are sneaky creatures, manipulative, dangerous, untrustworthy, and much more. Charlotte remained cautious until she formed a contract.
Charlotte encountered the demon when Ciel started working on the Jack the Ripper case. They were never that close. Even with his return from his kidnappers, he was distant with her. His behavior led her to become distant. So, it was shocking when she received a letter from Madam Red requesting she join her to surprise Ciel and help him with his case. She hesitated at first, but she caved in. He was family, after all. Besides, Auntie would still have ways to convince her to help.
When she arrived at Ciel’s London Townhouse, she was taken aback by an unfamiliar figure. It's a new butler. Though staff members come and go, there was something different about him. On the outside, the butler was just a competent and hard-working person. He was rather kind and helpful to her and her family. However, there is an unusual and unsettling aura around him. He completed his duties with no mistakes. Not to mention, at lightning speed. He was intriguing. She must get to know him.
Sebastian Michaelis introduced himself, and thus the nightmare began.
The red flags appeared almost immediately. Ciel had everyone in the carriage and requested that Sebastian compile a list of Jack the Ripper suspects. Upon accepting his master’s request, Sebastian went to work by jumping from the carriage while it was still moving. Worried about his well-being, she looks out the window and doesn’t see him anywhere. ‘Where did he go?’, she thought to herself.
The next thing was when he returned to the townhouse with tea ready. All before everyone else came home. She looked perplexed by him. ‘He pulled out of a long list of suspects with no injuries to his body? And he has tea ready?’, she thought to herself. Even when Madam Red questioned him, Sebastian avoided answering them with a logical explanation. It was also frustrating that Auntie didn't push for answers from the butler. But she also doesn’t push for further answers since her focus is on capturing the killer and helping Ciel.
However, despite how uneasy she felt around Sebastian, she grew to have a soft spot for him. For one thing, he amuses her. It’s entertaining to see Sebastian using his wits to tease other people besides her. Especially when the victim is Ciel or his coworkers. Ciel explained his plan to infiltrate the Viscount Druitt’s mansion and arrest him. Although she volunteered to be the one to seduce the Viscount, Ciel immediately shut the idea down. The immense guilt she felt melted away once she saw Ciel’s disguise. The huge, puffy pink dress with a million frills only made it worse when Sebastian opened his mouth. She never could contain her laughter around him.
Despite her denial, her heart flutters whenever Sebastian shows physical affection. Especially during at night when she has trouble sleeping. He walked into her room to comfort her. Not to baby her like her Auntie does, not to degrade her, but to comfort her. The gentle caresses that she requested from him. She knows deep down he doesn’t care for her. But even then, it didn’t matter. As long as she has a companion at night, it won’t matter. Even if she won’t hear the end of it.
It was just a fun game for both.
Failing to capture the killer, Charlotte experienced feelings of anxiety and devastation. She couldn’t help but cling more to Madam Red to feel protected. Her warm body and reassuring and kind words always comforted her. Her Auntie was always a strong woman during difficult situations. With her clinging on to her aunt, Charlotte had to watch her least favorite sport, chess. However, after watching Ciel and Auntie play chess, she knew he was up to something and followed him (and his butler). Whether this was an excellent decision was up for debate.
It wasn’t until the Jack the Ripper case was over that she received the answers.
Madame Red. She was Jack the Ripper. She killed all those innocent women and ruined their families’ lives. It was all too much. The shocking revelation, the blood, the fight between Sebastian and Grelle. It wasn’t until she saw her auntie strangling Ciel that Charlotte knew she had to get involved. However, despite saving Ciel’s life, her auntie stabbed her. The ultimate betrayal. Before she passes out, she looks back at Ciel. A sigh of relief once she realizes he is safe and uninjured. The darkness consumed her, and she slipped into unconsciousness.
Later that night, the rain drowned out the singing of crickets that once echoed throughout the evening. Though it usually lulls her to sleep, the events of earlier in the night plagued her mind. Not to mention the pain remains to plague her. Eventually, she fell asleep, but not before she woke up screaming before quickly covering her mouth. As she catches her breath, the dream plays out in her head. The same warm blood staining her skin, the loud cries of her family members, and the revelation of her dear aunt being a serial killer. She couldn’t hold it in much longer. In the middle of her breakdown, Charlotte failed to realize someone was in her room.
“Having trouble staying asleep, my ladyship? How troublesome. Would you like me to assist you? A soothing lullaby perhaps?” Sebastian asked with the same playful voice she’s used to hearing. She glared at his question.
“Hush you. I have never asked you to do something so childish as singing me a lullaby,” Charlotte said with a slight annoyance as she wiped her tears away.
“Oh, no? I can’t quite remember. You cling to your family members like a little child. Even to my Lord, you cling tightly.” Sebastian replied with a smirk.
“Hmph. It was a moment of weakness, but that’s just it. It was one moment. Say, how did you get into my room? I didn’t hear the door open,” Charlotte said.
“Never mind that, my lady. You have trouble staying asleep, so I made you some hot chamomile tea. My lord has informed me you are quite picky, especially with tea. He told me you like your tea plain. So, I hope you enjoy your cup.”
“Ciel told you?” Charlotte stammered as she gazed at the cup. “I didn’t think he would remember something as simple as that,” she let out a small smile. “I will have to thank him for that some other time.” She hesitated before drinking her tea. “This is quite adequate. Thank you, Sebastian,” Charlotte said as she tried not to gag. Any praise Sebastian gets from her, he becomes a cheeky bastard. What an annoyance!
“However, that doesn’t answer my question, Sebastian. I knew you were watching me. The moment I started following you both, I saw your eyes on me. So, I ask again, how did you get into my room without making a sound?”
“Now, now, my lady,” Sebastian said as he tugged her hair behind her ears. It’s been like a cycle between the two. Whenever she has suspicions about Sebastian, he uses physical affection to keep her mind occupied. Such as when she questioned how he got her afternoon tea and cake ready in a blink of an eye, a soft caress of her cheek and a compliment made her forget about her question. Often, her cheeks would turn rosy, and she would respond with a shy smile. A little touch goes a long way. However,
“Stop that immediately.” Charlotte raised her voice and scooted away from Sebastian. “Enough of your affections for now. I know you and Ciel are hiding something here. You made that long list of suspects in a short amount of time. You absolute maniac, why did you jump out of the carriage? I didn’t even hear a groan from your lips. And I swear you have super strength and speed. How?” She takes a moment to take a deep breath. “You know I saw everything, Sebastian,” she starts. “That fight with Grelle was the final nail in the coffin. You’ve been suspicious since the very beginning. So admit it, Sebastian. You’re a demon, aren’t you?” she said with a scowl.
Sebastian smirked at her revelation and chuckled. “My lady, you’ve had quite an unfortunate night,” Sebastian interrupted her. “It’s best to get some rest now. I promise you will find the answers to your questions soon enough. I’m sure your auntie doesn’t want you to stress out,” he said with a light chuckle at the end. Her eyes widened. That’s right, Auntie is no longer here.
In pure rage, she lifted her hand out to slap Sebastian, only to be stopped. A tight grip was on her wrist as Sebastian’s smirk only grew.
“My lady, how cruel. Here I thought we were getting along swimmingly.” Sebastian squeezes her hand small, delicate hand as he presses his lips on her knuckles.
“Auntie.,” she mumbled, as if it were a brief prayer. As if she called out her name, Madam Red would appear. Unfortunately, that will never be the case. Instead, she faces Sebastian, the demon butler. “So you are a demon,” she mumbled again to herself. “What are your intentions with Ciel?” she raised her voice. “Are you after his soul, perhaps? Or are you…”
“I’m only going to say this once more. Rest now, dear. You have a long day ahead of you. I need to report your discovery to my master first thing in the morning. We shall see what we will do with you soon. Enjoy your night,” he whispered in her ear as he caressed her cheek. She gasps softly at his touch. Normally, she would feel his glove touching her cheek. She glanced at his hand, and her stomach dropped as she saw his mark. The Faustian contract mark.
“Good night, my lady. I hope you sleep well. I can't wait to see you in the morning,” he said before he planted a soft peck on her cheek. A goodnight kiss, a kiss goodbye to a normal life.
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