Chapter 5/? This Chapter Is Where Some Of The Darker Themes Begin. If That Makes You Uncomfortable, Please

I will forever believe that Sebastian made himself look like Vincent on purpose

Confession time!!!!!!!!!! Tell us something you hardcore believed about Black Butler that turned out to be false :)

I genuinely believed that Sebastian was Ciel’s father and I was so shocked when I found out that Vincent and Sebastian are two different people. The portrait from “His Butler, Able” was one of the main reasons I believed that Sebastian was Ciel’s father (aside from how they acted, of course). When I saw it for the first time, I immediately thought ‘Wait a minute, that’s the same guy from before!’

I mean, come on! How was I supposed to know that Vincent wasn’t Sebastian? I believed it for a while until “Is Sebastian was Ciel’s father?” popped up in related searches on Google. I had a few fanfic ideas and theories I wanted to write about, but I pushed them aside when I found out about Vincent. How long could I have gone before I realized? I have no idea. I was already half way through the first season before Google told me the truth.

Update:

I have found more characters to write about to heal my daddy and mommy issues 🫡

Hope y’all are ready for me to start clearing out my draft which means requests are back open!

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

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

read HERE thank you

Soukoku headcannons because they have taken over my life

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

Port Mafia

Dazai fell first and harder

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I really need to update this fic >_<

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

Dad tried to get close to his twins with force stealth, but they spotted him before he turned the corner.

Veers is very tall… I’ll draw Jerjerrod another time 😵

I looked up the ranks of the empire, but I can’t find the right answer. I wonder which documents I should refer to.

Love, after all, is a wonderful thing.

Damn it.

NOOOOOOOOOO I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF A FIC

What am I supposed to do now??

No pressure, but I was wondering if you're still planning to do my Dadbastian request? Thanks!

Hello! Yes, I promise I’m still working on your Dadbastian request and I’m very sorry that it’s taking me awhile. School has been a bit of a pain lately, but I’ll have your request done as soon as I can 💜