straysdontsleep
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"Do not wake me again,"
And Dazai had always answered, "No."
It was a ritual as old as the invocation itself: Chuuya dissolving into infinity, burning away into blue-black, and then those long, pale fingers, reaching him in the dark. Time and time again, Dazai would return him to blood. To the labour of breath; of pain and shape. To all the humiliating limits Chuuya had asked, for that moment, not to resume.
The words said one thing.
For years, Dazai understood another.
(A series of anarchist ability users have begun to launch attacks across Yokohama. Chuuya is instructed to investigate.)
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Of Demons and Prodigies by straysdontsleep for Severus_divides_into_H
Fandoms: Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler
18 Sep 2025
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Absolutely horrendous. Ciel’s fingers twitched against his books, fighting the urge to send a textbook hurtling towards Sebastian's head. Whether to laugh at the performance or be completely irritated by it, he could not decide, so he instead smothered both impulses and turned toward an empty desk. He had barely taken a step before a wooden pointer suddenly barred his way, angled neatly across the aisle, and his gaze travelled its length to find only a smug-looking idiot at the end of it.
The idiot’s smile widened innocently.
“Not so fast, Mr Phantomhive.” 'Professor' Sebastian all but sang. “As you are new here, would you care to introduce yourself to the class?”
I will kill you, Ciel attempted to convey with his stare.
(Ciel and Sebastian go undercover at a boarding school. Ciel is tasked with dismantling a drug-ring. He is also tasked getting Sebastian fired.)
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The Great Ecstasy of a Demon by straysdontsleep for Severus_divides_into_H
Fandoms: Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler
28 May 2023
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With the Queen fallen and the contract fulfilled, it was now time for Sebastian to claim his due. Such unworldly pleasure could not come from just a kiss.
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If someone were to walk in at that moment, they would be met with quite a memorable view: Yosano sipping lightly on a cocktail, Ranpo chatting animatedly with Atsushi and the others, and Kenji who was oblivious to it all, perched at the end of the sofa, gripping a capri sun. Then, of course, there was Dazai, who was slouched on an armchair at the end of the coffee table, staring at the ceiling with a book resting open on his face. Positively shitfaced.
“Suicides with Cyanides.” Ranpo glanced at the cover. “What a classic.”