#moon's work

Letting his mind wander around, he looked at every corners of the room. He couldn’t let his mind relax even a little bit. “Maybe that’s why they told me to leave and relax. But did it really have to be the pleasure district…” Jinshi sighed and turned his head towards the copper mirror that stood against the wall. His eyes wandered from his outfit up to his hair and face, making sure that the scar Maomao had painted on him as a disguise hadn’t washed off or moved. 

As he was checking his looks a knock came from the door making him turn back around. 

“Yes?” 

“Master Jinshi? It’s (Y/N), may I come in?” 

“Of course.” Sitting up straighter, Jinshi slowly placed his tea cup down. 

Moving the sliding door open, Jinshi could see her new outfit. With the previous outfit she had worn, nobody would know that she was working in the Verdrigi house. Instead she was wearing a more expensive looking Hanfu, hair pinned up with a few strands falling in her face framing her beautiful eyes. 

Jinshi had to physically shake his head to snap out of his trance as she walked further into the room and sat across from him. They sat in silence before (Y/N) picked up the tea pot and filled his cup and her own before speaking.

“I hope you know why the madam chose me to be here.” 

“Yes. I suspect you are one of the higher ranked ones with that are around the same price with the three princesses?” 

“Something like that.” (Y/N) blew softly against her tea before sipping on it. 

Meanwhile, Jinshi gazed at her, confused at what she meant with it and awestruck by her beauty even by her just sipping at her tea. He could see the soft red painted at her eyes and the little amount of gold paint accentuating her eyes as she closed her eyes while drinking. Other than the others in the Verdrigi house, (Y/N) wore her Hanfu more like a someone from a higher ranked household then someone working in the pleasure district. What also made him think was how there hadn’t been a word about her. With her beauty and grace, he would have thought that many men and even women would be talking about her. 

“Why is it that I haven’t heard anything about you working here, my lady?” His mouth had already opened before he could think more about it. Jinshi bit his tongue as the “my lady” slipped out, he was way too used to his role in the palace. Instead of flattery or confusion, (Y/N) simply chuckled and placed the cup back on the small table between them with a small clank. 

“I don’t think I can take the title lady, good sir.” (Y/N) softly gazed at him before reaching under the table and pulling out a small extension of the table. On top were Go pieces, ready for them to play. “How about a few rounds while we talk?” 

Jinshi stared at that board and nodded defeated. Both moved to the side and and picked up their colours, (Y/N) black and jinshi white. 

“I have to warn, I’m not very good at this game.” the first white tile is placed in the very middle.

“That is fine. It’s just for us to pass some time.” A black tile joins at the edge of the board. 

“Don’t you normally flatter your guests and encourage them?” a second white tile is placed next to the first.

“Do you want to be encouraged?” black meets the board. 

“...No, it’s fine.” 

“A-Mao had told me that you overworked yourself and were brought here.” 

Jinshi didn’t comment on that and placed another tile down. (Y/N) chuckled at his resignation and they played a few moves in quiet. One tile after another, the board slowly filled up, no real winner could yet be seen. 

“How do you know Maomao?” 

“I raised her.” 

Jinshi chocked at his tea he was sipping in between moves. The way she said was way too nonchalant. (Y/N) just watched in amusement and handed him a handkerchief as he tries to get better airflow back into his lungs. 

“Not alone of course.” 

“Ah cough of course.” 

The door from the room slid open before Jinshi could ask her to elaborate. Both turned to look over and saw Maomao standing there with a white cloth covering her hair. 

“Jiejie, come! I need your help. Sorry Master Jinshi.” Maomao hastily apologised and stepped into the room and pulled her out of the room. Perplexed, Jinshi slowly stood up and walked after them. Curiosity got the better of him. 

“What’s wrong, A-Mao?” 

“Dad isn’t here and a costumer got hurt.” 

“Oh.”

“Just ‘Oh.’. Why are they both so nonchalant with that….” Jinshi couldn’t help but look at the two in exaggeration. “Also what did she mean with ‘raised her’? They do act similar but their age isn’t that much different. (Y/N) is maybe a few years older but it couldn’t be too much, right?” 

Arriving at the room, Jinshi thoughtfully stayed outside and watched as (Y/N) pushed her sleeves up and went to work with Maomao at her side and handing her over the medicine and tools she would need. It was fascinating to Jinshi that even (Y/N) was able to work with medicine, he naively thought that Maomao would be the only one capable to do that, not knowing that (Y/N) had also learned to be a apothecarian. 

“Now, what is our estimate guest doing here?”

“Oh, madam. My apologies.” 

“It’s fine. I should apologies for Maomao dragging (Y/N) away while she was entertaining you.” The Madam waved her hand dismissively. “Those two are really too similar.” she mumbled. 

“What was that?” Jinshi curiosity peaked, he turned to the old lady and wanted to know more. 

The old madam stared at him for a while before sighing. “I guess it’s fine.” she took a drag from her pipe and exhaled. “(Y/N) doesn’t really work here, she is mainly here for teaching and medicine here. So since she had so much time at her hand, more than the others, she took over and raised Maomao mostly by herself, with the old man of course.” 

“...But aren’t they the same age?” Jinshi gazed at the working duo with his fingers placed on is chin, completely oblivious to the dumbfounded stare the madam was giving him. 

“Same age, huh.” the madam muttered. “(Y/N) should be around 10 years older or so.” her muttering was way to quite for him to hear but he wouldn’t have heard it either way. He was too focused on (Y/N). 

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After nearly an hour, (Y/N) and Maomao were finished and cleaned up. It was getting late and Jinshi and Maomao needed to go back soon. Maomao stayed in the room and cleaned up while (Y/N) walked out of the room and closer to Jinshi to apologies. 

“I’m sorry, Master Jinshi.”

“Don’t sweat it. It can’t be helped.” For the first time, Jinshi gave her a soft smile, not his usual forced smile that he would give the concubines in the palace. 

“I heard from Maomao that you need to head back after she is finished cleaning. I told her I would lead you to the carriage first.”

“Thank you.” 

Arriving at the carriage Jinshi turned to her instead of going inside. 

“Is something the matter?” (Y/N) tilted her head as she looked at him, waiting for him to say anything. 

“...It’s nothing.” Jinshi did want to say something, but he thought since she wasn’t truly working in the Verdigris house it would be easier to see her again at some other time. Jinshi decided to enter the carriage but was stopped by the sound of her voice again. 

“Oh, A-Mao. There you are. You are also going back right?” 

“Yes, jiejie.” 

“You want me to tell, father anything?” 

“..I don’t think so, but thanks.” 

“No problem. And also…”

“Yes?” 

“Try to do the makeup a little more believable next time.” 

(Y/N) gave her a closed eyes smile and giving her a kiss on the forehead before walking back inside, leaving Maomao and Jinshi shocked as both froze in their track. 

Now on the way back to the palace, Jinshi was still trying to wrap his head around how she knew that he was wearing makeup while Maomao was chewing at her nail. 

“Damn it. I knew I couldn’t fool her. Guess I’d have to practice more!” 

Souya on the other hand was a little jealous. His brother was getting all the attention for being the hero and coming to save the day, and what was he getting? Nothing. It made his child brain feel all fuzzy—he was upset. He always sported an angry look, but he knew that right now, he was pouting.

“Here,” you reach your hand towards the younger twin who immediately looks at what was in it. A handkerchief.

“You should wipe your face with it, or at least get your mom to clean the cuts. Mom says cuts can be ugly when they’re not treated fast.”

Even at a young age, you’ve always been such a sweetheart. So caring and full of love. You had so much to give and expected nothing in return—truly a blessing.

So it was no surprise when years passed by, and you were still friends with the Kawatas. Although ‘friends’ is far from what you would define your relationship with them.

There was a hint of a friendship there, but on the surface it seemed as the two men were completely and utterly obsessed with you (and rightfully so). They weren’t sure if you felt the same, if you would go as far as they would for you. But one thing was certain; they wanted more than just a friendship.

From your point of view, you were close to them. You’ve seen them grow into handsome, strong men. They were still doing what they always did—being in a biker gang. It didn’t seem that serious at the time, but the more you looked into it, the darker things got. They told you everything you needed to know about Toman, but they tried their very best to shelter you from the dangers of their job.

 Nahoya

Coming home for dinner

Souya

We’re bringing pizza, don’t cook anything.

 There it was again, the princess treatment.

Even a decade later, they made sure to remind you that you didn’t need to lift a finger when they were around (and you appreciated that greatly). Things happened, you grew up and moved into your own place and they still made sure that you apartment wasn’t that far from where they work. Ensuring that they could pay you a visit whenever they could.

And soon enough, they were at your doorstep. They didn’t need to knock since they had a spare key, so you didn’t bother to pause the show that you were watching when you heard the rustling of keys outside your door.

“What if I was trying to break in,” came Nahoya’s voice first, and you flashed him a smile from your position on the couch.

“Then you would be one sloppy robber,” you teased, looking behind him at his twin brother who was taking off his shoes. You noticed that he had carefully placed the pizza boxes on the counter and your eyes sparkled when you noticed that it was from your favorite place.

“Oh my god! I’ve been craving pizza from this place!” you got up from the couch, pulling them both in a hug. “Thank you both, so much.” You say before planting a kiss on each of their cheek.

They shared a knowing stare, one that you always said was creepy twin telepathy, but this time they hoped that you wouldn’t push them away or find them weird.

To put it in short words, you felt like home.

Never in a million years did they think they would sit down and talk about having feelings for the same person—hell, they even thought that they had different types.

But then you came along, like the sweetheart that you are, and proved them wrong. They were aware of how unusual it would be if they were to admit that they liked the same person and were willing to share her so casually, but they didn’t care (and it’s not like people couldn’t tell that they were infatuated with you).

And as you ate dinner, unaware of the bomb that was about to be dropped on you, the men chatted and laughed with you like it was any other day. They didn’t want to risk ruining your night, or potentially lose you as well—but liking you has been consuming them whole, taking up so much of their time and thinking and something needed to be done. No matter the outcome.

Souya would be lying if he said that he wasn’t nervous that you would pick one over the other, mainly because he thought (and was so sure) that you would pick Nahoya over him just because of how much you two bicker. You’ve shown him how much he means to you, cuddled with him after a horrible day, and even cooked his favorite meal—but the man was just so sure you would not choose him.

Nahoya stands up from the couch and turns off the TV. You are confused for a moment, even go as far as to smack his shoulder.

“What was that for? I was watching!” You were met with complete silence from both men who usually nagged you about the shows you watched.

Growing aware of how quiet the men suddenly got, your stomach twisted in a mixture of confusion and anxiety—what was going on?

“Guys?” your voice was small, and they felt so bad that they were putting you through this.

“I actually—well, we actually have been meaning to talk to you about something.” Nahoya starts, and he looks over at his twin brother to let him continue.

“Oh god, are you two moving out? Did I do something?”

“(Name),” Souya cuts you off, and this is the first time you heard him use such tone with you. He couldn’t blame you, you were nervous and things suddenly took a turn for the worst, rambling was a very natural reaction.

“You guys are scaring me,” you were near tears, and they both wanted to do nothing but hold you and tell you everything will be okay.

“We are not leaving you, we’re not moving away either it’s just—“ how was he supposed to say this now? Planning it out was easy, but saying it…fuck, he was so scared of what might happen when it finally comes out of either his or Souya’s mouth.

“We like you.”

What?

You were frozen, lips parted in shock. This was not what you were expecting to hear on movie night—it was supposed to go well, be enjoyable and fun and now they were--

“We do, and it’s not just me or just him which is really fucking unusual—we can’t really imagined letting the other have you because it’s unfair, we wouldn’t normally do this with just anyone—“ Nahoya continues. This was actually happening.

“And you’re not just anyone…I’m really sorry sweetheart,” Souya adds, sensing just how confused you were.

“You can take all the time that you need to give us an answer, we’re leaving in a bit for a work trip. And no matter your answer, nothing will change.”

“…nothing?” You ask in a small voice, and if it was any other day, they would’ve dropped to the ground. You had that much effect on them.

“Nothing, I promise. Movie nights will still be a thing, we will still come over when you’ve had a shitty day—it will still be us,”

It has been exactly five days since the last time Nahoya and Souya came over. You’ve managed to think everything through, tried to come up with reasons as to why you might not feel the same way. How it could potentially ruin the friendship, maybe you didn’t find them attractive? Bullshit. You just couldn’t find a good enough excuse.

You did like them back—craved being with them, but the idea of dating two men has always seemed new, foreign. You could only imagine the weird stared as you walk down the street holding hands with both—but then again, who cares? You knew you wanted them and no other person, you couldn’t think of anyone who could make you as happy as they do (and have done for the past decade). The thought of losing them scare you to no end.

You went with no contact with them for the past one hundred and twenty hours—you were anxious, a little scared even if you knew you had nothing to worry about. You did like them back after all.

Maybe it was the fact that you had gone out and bought yourself new lingerie to surprise them that made you so nervous. You were waiting for them to walk through your door and be pleasantly surprised when they see you, maybe a little shy and taken aback? You just knew you wanted their jaws to drop and their hands to be all over your body.

And soon enough, you were hearing a very familiar sound of keys rustling at your door. You were sat on your couch in one of Souya’s large hoodies, no bottoms and socks Nahoya that had gotten for you for your birthday, what was hiding under the large clothing would soon enough have them swooning for you.

It was silent when they walked in, the blue haired male making an entrance first and expecting you to be asleep—which you weren’t.

“Hey,” you exhaled nervously, fiddling with the hem of Souya’s baby blue hoodie. You felt exposed, vulnerable under the guy’s stare. And it only worsened when his twin brother appeared next to him.

“Hey pretty,” Souya started, a little unsure of what was going on. Nahoya on the other hand was pretty quick to catch onto your little game.

He leans against the door’s frame with a little grin that never seemed to leave his face. It was mischievous, playful—he could tell you were blushing.

“You’re such a treat, aren’t you?” Nahoya says in a whisper, and Souya’s eyes light up at the suggestive tone. So this is where things were going.

You didn’t flinch, nor stare at them weirdly when the older twin spoke, and that alone gave Souya the green light to slowly approach you. Pulling you up and towards him, you were a bit taken aback that he was the one initiating things and not Nahoya (having always thought that Souya would be a bit more submissive in bed, but you weren’t complaining).

“I’m gonna need a verbal response before I do anything,” Souya whispers, but his voice in loud enough for his brother to hear. They needed to make sure you were okay with their confession, their proposal to share you and if any of this was making you uncomfortable.

“I’m all yours,’ was what you said, before Souya’s lips were kissing yours with so much passion. His fingers quickly went up to the back of your head to gently grip your hair, pulling you closer to him.

He was such a passionate kisser, nothing like you imagined—but again, you weren’t complaining. Your hands rested on his shoulders as your lips moved against each other, it felt so perfect to have him up against you like this. His hands then traveled down to your ass, softly gripping the flesh over the fabric of your (his) hoodie before letting out a groan.

You were far too gone from Souya’s kiss to notice Nahoya slipping behind you, while you kissed his twin brother and let him feel you up, he pushed your hair away from your neck to plant gentle kisses to the skin. You’ve always been a tease with the outfits that you wore, showing off parts of your body that they craved to touch, kiss and love on the same way they were about to.

You were truly blessing them right now.

“Wanna take it to your room?” Nahouya whispers in your ear, grinning at the little moan you let out against Souya’s lips when his lips leave yours to press hungry kisses on your throat. Fuck, they were so good and you weren’t even getting to the good part.

“Bed, please.” And who were they to deny their little princess?

The trip from the couch to your room was very short, mainly because your legs were wrapped around Nahoya’s waist as you kissed, his legs getting you there faster, while Souya tagged along in the back. They didn’t bother to lock your room’s door before Nahoya was plopping you down on your mattress, and jumping back on you to kiss you again.

His kisses were a lot gentler than Souya’s, a tad more playful and definitely enjoyable. Your hands traveled up to his hair, tugging at the roots to let him know that he was doing such a good job (although you grinding up against him was enough encouragement).

Their dynamic in the bedroom was already showing, because while Nahoya was on you like a beast, Souya was taking his time ridding himself of his jacket and shirt, anything that could get in the way of feeling your skin against his. So impatient and needy, but fuck it was so attractive to watch him that eager to feel you.

Pulling away from the kiss, Nahoya’s hands played with the hem of your shirt, silently asking you if he could take it off. You didn’t hesitate as you took it off in one swift motion, watching as the men’s jaw went slack at the sight of you in the pretty lingerie set you had just bought the other day.

This is the reaction that you wanted.

“Pretty?” your voice was small, shy but you knew what you were doing. Nahoya’s hand went to the back of your neck, pulling you back into a deep kiss as his other hand went behind your back to undo your bra, freeing your boobs in the process. You felt the other end of the bed dip as Souya joined on top, his hand immediately fondling with one boob.

“Fuck, you’re such a tease.” The older one says as he pulls away from your lips, tracing his tongue over your neck and down to your chest. While Souya’s hand was massaging one of your boobs, Nahoya takes the bolder approach and licks at your hardened nipple. This makes you hiss, eyes staring down at the two men worshipping you like you were a goddess.

Souya lets go of your breast and leans down, mimicking his brother’s action and engulfing your boob in his mouth. You were growing hot and bothered, your moans were uncontrollable and filled the entire room within seconds of having their mouths on you. You could only imagine what was about to come.

It felt as though they heard your thoughts, because they were pulling away from you at the same time to fully strip themselves of their clothes. Their eyes were filled with lust, and you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

Nahoya was silent as he pulled you down towards him, hands gripping the back of your thighs before pushing your knees to your chest. He admires you for a second, breath stolen from him at how fucking needy and ready you were to have them fuck your brains out. So fucking pretty.

“Think I won’t take your panties off, you look pretty good in them.” He teases you, lips brushing against your ankle before he was staring at his brother, waiting for a response.

“Push them to the side though, I wanna have a taste,” Souya’s voice added in, and Nahoya was quick to get off the bed while still holding your legs against your chest. He allows Souya some space between your legs, and watches as you eagerly try to look at how he was so eager to taste your pussy.

“You like it, hm?” You nod in response to Nahoya’s question, a shy moan leaving your lips when you felt the other one push your panties to the side and lick a stripe at your clit. His tongue felt warm and wet, pressing the right way against you. Your hips bucked with every lick, and the louder you got, the more prominent the bulge in their pants became. Your neediness sent the blood rushing south, your teary eyes and pouty lips were so tempting, but Nahoya promised himself that he would get to fuck you first and missionary. He wanted you to look at him while he fucked every single thought out of that pretty head of yours.

Your first orgasm of the night washed over you so nicely, Souya’s lips kept kissing and pressing on your clit even as you tried to push him away. He pulls away for a second to kiss your thighs, and watches intently as Nahoya takes off his boxers and lines himself at your folds. The tip of his cock teases your entrance for a moment, takes in how wet and ready you were for him, before pushing in slightly.

“Hold on tight baby,”

That was the last thing he said before everything around you started feeling fuzzy. His pace was unforgiving, sharp thrusts hitting the right spots all while groaning in your ear about how fucking good you felt wrapped tightly around him. Nahoya had a foul mouth, kissing and licking at your neck while praising you and your pussy for taking his cock like a champ. Wet sounds filled the room, the squelching of your pussy as he pounded into you was the only thing that you could focus on despite the obscene words leaving his mouth.

Souya was sat on the bed, watching as his twin brother pounded into you and left you a drooling mess. His cock sat heavy on his palm as he stroked it, letting out a few moans that caught your attention and had you taking your eyes off of Nahoya for a moment before said man was reminding you of who you should be looking at.

“Eyes on me baby, I’m not done with you.” His hand wrapped lightly around your neck, and he leaned down to press his forehead against yours to stare deeply into your eyes. His hips were driving against yours at a dizzying pace, each thrust, each stroke of his cock getting you closer to a delicious orgasm.

It only took another few strokes and a kiss to your lips before you were cumming around him with a loud cry, your thighs shaking around him. Nahoya helps you ride out your orgasm sweetly, reaching his own high right after you. He kisses you softly, brushes your sweaty hair out of your forehead. And soon enough, Souya was replacing his brother’s position between your legs.

“My turn.”

He kisses you sweetly as he pushes himself in, apologizing that he was too needy to wait and promises to make it up to you when you’re done. Unlike his twin brother, Souya takes it slow and is careful with his thrusts. They’re deep and calculated, watching every twist of your face with careful eyes to make sure he’s hitting the spots that make your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Oh baby, you feel so good.” Souya whispers against your neck, his pace getting faster the tighter you clench around him. Your hands find his hair and you’re slightly pulling at it as you feel yourself approaching your high, your high pitched squeals encouraging the blue haired guy to keep doing what he was doing.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous,” Nahoya comments from his position on the bed next to you, soft hands caressing your cheek as you let Souya absolutely ruin you to the last moment. Your teary eyes meet Souya’s lustful ones, so dark and filled with desire to absolutely ravish you. He wanted to make sure you knew how you made him feel, how this was nothing compared to what he wanted to do to you once you settled down. Eating you out everywhere, fingering you in the car, eating you out while you sucked his brother off—so many plans.

“So close,” you whimper out next to the blue haired male’s ear, and he’s quick to start rubbing on your clit, observing how your jaw goes slack only after a few, gentle rubs. His eyes take in how your thighs shake and your entire body lifts off the mattress as you cum around his cock. He hisses at the feeling of your walls clenching around him, pulling out to paint your thighs with his release. The sight of you with your pussy leaking Nahoya’s cum and your thighs covered in his cum was something. He leans down, pressing a kiss to your stomach and watches as Nahoya’s arms wrap around your waist to pull you towards him to cuddle.

“You did so well,” Souya kisses your arm, before getting off the bed to go grab a towel to clean you up. While cuddled up against Nahoya, you nuzzle your face in his neck and whisper something that has his heart leaping out of his chest.

“I love you both, so very much.”

It had been a few years since Jinshi had met Maomao, since this day he had never met someone who was as unpredictable as her. Now after having went through and watched the apothecary show him up so many times. Falling in love, questioning his choices, as well as his life choices and enduring the teasing from Suiren and Gaoshun. The later teasing him more often then the former. 

Even if he didn’t know, his only goal about pursuing love in his live time was to keep Maomao save and help her in anyway he can. But now, it had become harder and harder to do so. 

Seeing as how strained and tense Jinshi, the moon prince, had been Suiren had decided that Maomao should take him out. Of course not literally, as much as Maomao would want, he still was her dea— higher up and an important figure. And yes, Maomao, even as dense she may be or more like trying to denying the facts to save her sanity, she knew that Jinshi was—- someone Maomao was desperately to ignore…

Either way, what neither of the three, Maomao, Gaoshun or Jinshi, had thought that Suiren would come up with was a trip to the pleasure district. Gaoshun was pretty nonchalant, the same as Maomao. Both didn’t really think much about it, apart from the visible stress sign and gray hair sprouting from Gaoshun’s head. 

“Ok.” Maomao agreed immediately as Jinshi had frozen in his spot, brush in mid-air, ink slowly dropping and ruining the document he was currently writing. In every single time he had whipped his head up or around, this time was probably one of the quickest time, nearly concerning Gaoshun who stood at the side of his desk. 

“What?” he didn’t know if he sounded sharp, in disbelief or tired between trying to finish all the document the emperor had send him, the insanity of Maomao and her poison pleasure and Gaoshun staring him down to finish writing. The delight in Suiren and the deadpan look of Maomao concerned him more than any other important document he had in front of him.  

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“So, why are we going to the pleasure district again?” Jinshi sighed as he leaned against the wall of the carriage. Never in his life had he thought that he would rather sit behind his desk and do his work than right now. Just the thought of going to the pleasure district with Maomao made him nearly short circuit, scratch that, it definitely did. 

“Well, like Suiren wanted, I will show you the best pleasure you can experience.” Maomao told him blankly “And Granny can get off my back already with bringing new costumers and reducing that debt!” On the inside Maomao was fist bumping herself without realising that Jinshi had frozen again.

“WHAAAAAT?! That… Maomao— the Apothecary…. she can’t be meaning… herself… is she going to?! No, that, huh?!” 

Before Jinshi could completely loose his soul by Maomao’s not so wisely chosen words, their carriage stopped, snapping both of them out of their thoughts. Maomao was the first one to step out and waited until he had stepped out. Gaoshun wasn’t with them this time, Jinshi had given him a day off to spent the day with his wife, but also to keep himself from the disaster that would be following with Jinshi stepping into the first class brothel. 

Jinshi didn’t really attract any attention, he had disguised himself, better than the very first time he had stepped out of the castle grounds. Growing a little more mature and self-aware he realised that there were better ways to disguise himself. 

“Maomao. There you are. I thought you weren’t going to arrive at all today.” 

“Yeah, yeah. Master Jinshi, this is the Madam of the Verdigris House.” bowing a little, her sleeves covering her face, she turned away from her grandma and focused to play her role. 

“So this is the young fellow you brought this time.” Taking a drag from her pipe, the Madam sized him up and thought of who could take him. “Pairin is definitely not going to be interested, but I don’t think that is why you are here, right young man.” 

“Yeah, he’s definitely not her type… “ cupping her chin she thought who else there could be since she just wanted to use the time and go up to the Apothecary and find her father. 

“Joka and Meimei are busy too. Hmmm…”

“Wait, the three princesses of the Verdigris house…” Jinshi stayed pretty calm while the Madam talked but was confused why she would bring up the three princesses up immediately when she didn’t even knew if he had enough money at all. He had deliberately dressed himself as a soldier, around a medium rank. 

“Yeah, well. It’s business.” That was the only thing Maomao whispered to him as the Madam waved them in, so they wouldn’t continue standing right at the front door. None of them wanted to attract unnecessary attention. 

“Granny, where is (Y/N)?” 

“(Y/N)? She is training the apprentices. If not, look at the Apothecary.” taking another drag she paused. “Acutally, take him with you and give him to (Y/N).”  

“....” Jinshi probably had never seen such a sight before, Maomao freezing in shock. Normally, if she ever froze up because of anything it would be in disgust or fear of the words the Madam or her father had said to her as a reminder. But this time, it felt different. 

“Who is (Y/N)?” Maomao looked at him with a barely kept sour face and lead him upstairs. 

“You will see in a bit.”

“She doesn’t like (Y/N)? But that doesn’t seem right. It isn’t a face of hatred, more like resistance….”  

It didn’t take long for them to arrive at the room where (Y/N) is supposed to be. It was one of the room further in the back, where guest normally don’t walk to but it seemed that Jinshi was an expectation and many courtesans only glanced at him for a short bit but didn’t interfere. 

“It seems that Maomao is well known around here….”

Standing in front of the closed door they could here synchronised light steps and music playing, sometimes light laughter flowing through the door. Without further waiting, Maomao signed Jinshi to stand at the side of the door before knocking waiting for the music to halt and opened the door. 

“(Y/N).” 

“Oh, A-Mao!” 

A soft but still quite serious voice filled Jinshi’s ears and he turned slightly towards the door, seeing a beautiful girl standing in front of Maomao, hair tight to a braid that sat over her shoulder and holding a erhu in her hands. Her clothes didn’t resemble any other courtesan outfits he had seen in the passing. Actually none of the girls and women inside looked like courtesans at the moment. A simple Hanfu that didn’t restrict too much movement and that let them feel comfortable to move around and practise was what they all wore, little more elegant than Maomao. But Maomao has also been wearing the uniform given to her, so Jinshi couldn’t really use her as an example. The clothes were similar to the clothes he had seen Maomao wear at the tea party for the Emperor. 

“What is it?” 

“Jie, granny has a costumer for you.” 

“Hahah, no need to look that murderes A-Mao. I believe it’s this official over there?”

“I know that you don’t do those services but still, why him of all people… and yes, that’s Master Jinshi.” Maomao mumbled as she nodded to the male. 

They both had long gotten used to getting bruises and cuts when they are working a case, especially ones that are way more difficult and are involved with some kind of politic. Company parties aren’t the easiest cases to crack. 

“So, who is that person you said would pick us up?” Conan turned to Heiji and watched as Heiji rubbed his neck. “...You did get someone to pick us up, right?” Conan gave him a half glare as Heiji tried to look away from the detective’s stare. 

“I… I did…. Don’t worry, Kudo. He is going to pick us up….” Heiji reassured him, leaning down a little to the shrinked detective. “...I’m just not sure if I’ll survive this…” he mumbled. 

Conan raised an eyebrow at his behaviour but shrugged at the end. Conan had enough of solving mysteries for a day, he decided to crack that one another day. For now, all Conan could be thinking of getting back to the hotel they were staying at and sleep. Everything on his body was aching and calling for a hot bath. That stunt of getting there was reckless even for those too. Nearly dying by falling off a cliff wasn’t something he wanted to do. Not now, not ever.

“By the way. Your bike, how are you getting it back?” 

Heiji froze at that question. “Heheheh… you know, how about we talk about that another time…” 

Conan frowned but before he could open his mouth another voice cut him off. 

“How about we talk about that now.” A shudder went down Conan’s back as he turned his head back. There stood a guy, dressed in black pant and leather jacket against a car with the most terrifying glare Conan had ever seen. 

“That one is even worse than Ran’s glare.” Just thinking about being the cause of Ran’s anger made him shudder. Conan slowly turned other to Heiji and saw how the detective turned paler and paler by the second. 

“What did you do?” Conan whispered harshly to Heiji. 

“No-nothing…” Heiji tried to brush it off and walked closer to the car, reaching for the backseat door so Conan could get in. But before he could reach the door a hand grasped his wrist. Swallowing thickly, Heiji followed the arm up and laughed nervously. 

“H-hi, (M/n). How are you doing?” (M/n) just stared at him with a serious gaze and pulled Heiji to the side, letting Conan get in. 

“Go in first, kid.” With a nod towards the door, Conan quickly jumped inside and let the door fall close behind him. Before the door could close completely, Conan send Heiji an apologetic and confused gaze. He had a hunch what was going to happen, instead of lowering the window a little to hear better, he decided to just watch their interaction as their voices were muffled by the car. 

Conan watched as Heiji frees his wrist and stuff his hands into his pockets. Moving back and forth between his legs, Heiji tries to find the right words, looking anywhere but (M/n) eyes that were boring into him. 

“You got anything to say?” (M/n) leans back against the car with crossed arms and stared at Heiji waiting for an answer. 

“....Sorry.” Heiji chuckles weakly out of nervousness while gnawing at his cheek. 

“You know, I never thought that lending you my bike would make it end up destroyed, down some cliff.” 

“We..I didn’t think that it would happen either.” For once Heiji looked very sorry and moved so that he stood in front of him. “I’ll buy you a new one.” (M/N) stared at him with a doubtful gaze. “I’ll really replace it…. just give me a while….” he gave him an awkward smile and placed a hand on his arm. 

“And I’m supposed to believe that because….” he tilted his head as he stared down at the Osaka detective. 

“You know I keep my promises!” 

“As long no case comes in between.” 

“....” 

Heiji turned his head and stared down the road, watching as the sun starts to set slowly. Sighing, he turns back around and observes the handsome face in front of him. 

“Why must he be so handsome… on top of that, it’s so hard to make him stop being so angry with me.” chewing on his lip, Heiji reached out and tucked him to his height by his jacket collar. He cupped his jaw and kissed him, hoping that the anger of (M/N) would subside with a kiss. His chest leaned against his crossed arms, that didn’t move even one bit at the intimacy. Frustrated, Heiji pressed their lips further together. 

Conan was stunned as he watched Heiji initiate the kiss, his jaw unlocked. Quickly snapping out of it, he turned away as he felt heat rise up his cheeks. 

“SERIOUSLY, HATTORIi!!! Couldn’t you do that somewhere where I’m NOT!!!!” stunned by this new information, Conan didn’t know what to do now since he had no other choice but stay in that car. 

Heiji groaned, feeling like that the kiss wasn’t working. Leaning away, he stared into his boyfriends eyes up close, hoping he would let him off for now. Instead their little stare off didn’t hold very long as (M/n) pulled him back in by the nape and slipped his tongue in. With one hand now in his pockets, his eyes were halflidded as he watched how Heiji slowly turned red, feeling his hands grabbing his shirt under his jacket tighten. Heiji struggled against the kiss.

Compared to (M/N), Heiji was pretty easy to change his mind and feel weak in his legs. Heiji forgets that this tactic only worked on himself and sadly for him, not on his partner. Intensifying the kiss a little more, (M/N) moves his hand a little further up and tugs on Heiji’s hair as he closes his own eyes while turning them away from Conan’s sight. The only thing Conan could see now, was (M/N)’s back. He was a little broader than Heiji as well as a few centimeter taller. 

Heiji moaned into the kiss the moment (M/N) tugged his hair. Getting short breathed, Heiji pushed (M/N) away or at least tried. He didn’t let him go after a few more seconds, standing there with Heiji now leaning forward, head resting against his collarbone and trying to catch his breath. (M/N) simply waited while hugging him close over his shoulder. Still feeling annoyed and mad at Heiji crashing and loosing his bike, he tilted his head down next to Heiji’s ear and whispered. 

“You are still not off the hook, babe.” He felt Heiji shudder in his hold before placing a soft kiss against his ear shell. Letting go, he nudged him and told him to get inside the car so they could get home. Blushing, Heiji entered the car with (M/N) and looked out of the window so his riva and friendl, Shinichi wouldn’t see him like this. Conan just smirked to his direction, ready to shoot any teasing remarks he had. 

“So kid, where do we let you off?” (M/N) looked over his shoulder towards him as he started the car. 

“Oh, just the hotel on the other side.” Shinichi quickly put his Conan persona on and smiled brightly at him. (M/N) wasn’t bothered that he had a child in his car that looked as battered and bruised like his boyfriend. He had heard from Heiji himself that there was a child that was as good as a detective like he was and also got into quite a lot of trouble. Well, Heiji didn’t say trouble himself, but (M/N) could gather that himself from the way he talked about that boy. 

Finally seeing who that child really was with his own eyes, he simply nodded and started driving, following Conan’s instruction where he had to turn until they arrived. Getting out, Conan thanked him and bid them a “See you next time!” before closing the door. 

Now leaving them alone, Heiji started fidgeting with his fingers. The car drive was quiet, apart from the radio that was playing in the background. 

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“You know, maybe I should keep you like this more often so you wouldn’t get into so much trouble.” (M/N) grunted. Heiji whined and twisted around before (M/N) grabbed his wrists that were bound by his belt and pushed him down. Heiji arched further into that mattress at the pressure at his wrists and waist. Chest flushed with the bed and hips arched up, Heiji moaned at the shallow thrust. (M/N) was being a tease and Heiji knew why, (M/N) would use shallow thrusts and slow pace either when he felt like teasing Heiji or, what happens more often than he liked, when he annoyed or pissed (M/N) off. Like this time, destroying his bike, that now rested with the fish, down a cliff to be never seen again. 

(M/N) never allowed their hips to connect. To make sure that Heiji wouldn’t try and wiggle his own hips against his and meet his thrusts, he held him still by his bound wrist and only let his tip enter. 

“(M/N)~” Heiji chocked out. He was a moaning mess, sweat gathered around his forehead, making his hair stick to him as he tries to look over his shoulder and meet his lovers gaze. Desperately hoping that it would at least make (M/N) turn him around. “please…”

“You know begging won’t get you out of this situation.” grunting, (M/N) leaned down and sucked and bit against his skin, marking him beautifully. He didn’t slow down his thrust until he felt Heiji tense up and milk him as he came. Heiji bit down on a pillow as he came and (M/N) working him through his high. 

“You always cum so beautifully untouched~” his husky voice hit Heiji’s ear and sucks another mark behind his hears as he felt him squeezing him. Callused hands working on the belt, he delivered a few more harsh thrust that hit right against the neglected prostate. Heiji’s moan got caught in his throat as arched into the bed, which soon turned into a whine as he felt empty when (M/N) pulled out. 

Slacking against the covers, he didn’t had any time to catch his breath as he got turned over on his back. Finally, being able to wrap his arms around his boyfriends neck. Grumbling breathlessly, he leaned up and kissed the adam’s apple in front of him, licking and sucking lightly around his neck. 

“Forgiven?” 

“Not in the slightest.” Groaning, Heiji threw his head back, which soon turned into his eyes rolling to the back as he felt (M/N) enter him again. Moaning, he tightened his hold and duck his nails into his back. “But you don’t seem to be complaining.” 

“Y-you c-aaaaaan…. be glad I love you.” Heiji hid his head in the crook of his neck, moaning, as he felt the speed pick up. (M/N) chuckled against his skin and groaned lightly at the tight squeeze and attached his lips at any skin he could reach. Hands wandering around his slightly tanned body from the Osaka sun. One hand squeezing his butt and lifting his hips to get a better angle, ramming himself right into the sweetspot, railing him into the bed as he enjoyed the moans echoing through his house. 

The other hand went to the dark locks and tugged Heiji’s head back for better access. Thrusts becoming uneven as they work the detective through another release. Breath hitching, Heiji mumbled incoherent things as he clawed against his back, eyes shut tight. With one last sharp thrust, (M/N) emptied inside as Heiji came one last time and milked him dry. White flashing behind the detectives eyes as he held on tight, legs weakly wrapped around his lovers waist. 

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Heiji was glad that the season was turning colder. He wouldn’t have known how to explain his neck situation right now if he hadn’t taken his boyfriends scarf before meeting the others at the train station. Stepping out of the car, he gave (M/N) one last kiss.

“You coming to the tournament?” 

“The one in Osaka, right?”

“Yeah.” 

“You know it.” giving Heiji one last kiss through the window, he waved briefly to Conan, who was the only one who had noticed Heiji’s arrival and drove off. Walking over to them, Heiji tucked his scarf up a little, hands in his pockets. 

“Does (M/N) live here?” Conan looked after the car before turning to Heiji and eying his scarf. 

“Yeah, he’s studying here for his Bachelor.” 

“Hmmm, what’s up with the scard, Hattori?” flushing a little, Heiji told him it was nothing and followed the others as they walked to their train back home. Conan simply smirked as they walked in the back of the group, arms crossed behind his head, looking forward. 

“Nice hickies.” 

It’s been hours, school had already finished up and many of the students had left. Only Senku was left alone in the science laboratory from their school and hunching over his newest experiment. He had long developed a tunnel vision when it came to finishing up his work. He would forget the hours that pass by, his surrounding would be a blur and all he could focus on was his work. 

It didn’t mean that he would not work on his homework or anything. Who would he be if he didn’t finish his school work before even the last bell rang. Definitely not the well known genius, Senku Ishigami. The last thing he could remember was Taiju saying goodbye to him, before he left with Yuzuriha, ultimately leaving the scientist alone in his labcoat and goggles. 

Senku started to mutter the newest equation under his breath and calculating how long he needed to let his beaker burn under the flame, as the door to the room slid open. Light steps filled the room as a person walked closer to the concentrated student. (M/N) stepped closer and closer until he stood behind the clueless leek-head and placed his hands on either side of his waist. 

Leaning down a bit, he whispered softly into the scientist ear. 

“Shouldn’t you be cleaning up, Sen?” 

Senku tensed up a little at the sudden presence behind him, straightening up. His back connected with the chest of (M/N) and looked over his shoulder, nose brushing against the other boys cheek. 

Red eyes staring into brown ones. (M/N) wasn’t even looking at the leek head as he was looking at Senku’s setup. Senku, on the other hand, released a sigh and waited for his heart to calm down before trying to speak at all. It wasn’t unusual for (M/N) to join him. Both of them tended to be the last students to stay on school grounds. Both deeply focused on their own projects, until the janitor would throw them out. 

This time it seemed that (M/N) finished up earlier and was here to pick him up. Senku narrowed his eyes and let them wander around the boys body, catching splashes of colour on the boys shirt, some looking dried, some still fresh. It wasn’t the first time Senku would have to wash his own shirts from the paint and it wouldn’t be the last either. Shaking his head, he turned back around and brought his focus back to his experiment, hands moving methodically as he picked up the beaker and adding another liquid to it. Trying to ignore the fact that he had just stared at the boy, more specifically at the mole that sat right under the left eye. 

But it seemed like the universe didn’t want to make this experiment very easy for him. Senku bit his lower lip for concentration as he felt (M/N)’s hands on his waist and chest pressing further into his back. Senku never understood why he had such strong reactions when it came to (M/N), normally he wouldn’t even flinch when others sneaked up on him. Meanwhile (M/N) had always managed to surprise him in one way or another. 

“We need to go soon, Sen. We don’t have long before we get thrown out again, you know.” A low whisper filled his right ear, Senku felt (M/N) rest his chin on his shoulder. 

“Than stop distracting me.” Senku voiced with his usual clinical speech. 

“But I’m not doing anything.” Senku could particularly here the smug smile, arms tightening around his waist, one hand resting on his lower stomach while the other one rested just under his heart. 

With a sigh, Senku quickly finished his experiment and noted down the reaction. He knew if he took any longer, it would result in a disaster like the last time. With him pressed against the table, hands clenching at the paint filled shirt, fighting for air as a tongue was shoved into his mouth and him having to clean up his experiment the next morning before his first class even started. 

Senku’s ear started to warm up at just the thought about what had nearly happened the last time. No one would believe them if they heard that the residential scientist of their high school and president of the science club was dating the cool senior, who was known for his basketball moves and elegant paint strokes. Well, most people didn’t believe that the cool senior was painting either, until they saw it with their own eyes. 

The only two people who really knew that Senku was even in a relationship were Taiju and Yuzuriha. Even though, Senku and (M/N) weren’t really hiding it. But they were also not particularly flaunting it either. Both of them liked to keep their relationship private until asked. 

At first Taiju and Yuzuriha had their doubts, even if it was just a small one. How could they not. They had known Senku for so many years already and Senku had never shown an ounce of interest in romantic relationships. But after seeing a blushing mess, that could be hardly believed as Senku, who was encircled (M/N) arms, when they wanted to meet was proof enough. If not, the kiss that came after, definitely was. The contrast between Senku’s usual casual outfit and (M/N) leather jacket attire nearly brought Yusuriha into a manual reboot as she tried to comprehend everything. Meanwhile, Taiju, the simpleton, had just accepted everything after coming down from his shock that Senku had gotten into a relationship and before him too. 

Nevertheless, (M/N) was quickly added to their little group.

Noting down his last finding and pushing everything to the side, Senku finally turned around to his boyfriend and crossed his arms, raising an expecting brow. 

“Done?” 

“Yes.” Senku just looked unimpressed into the radiant smile of his boyfriend. He never could understand, how it was genetically possible to look this good like his boyfriend. Every time they were out, (M/N) would get everyone’s attention no matter where they were. Senku could be glad that (M/N) had no patience for those advantages, even though he could be called the patience in person. (M/N) could be quite scary when he wanted to, Senku shuddered a little just by thinking back at the first time he had witnessed the annoyed expression that clouded his face. 

Even now, Senku wasn’t sure if he was intimidated or aroused. One thing for sure, he will try his best to avoid that (M/N) the best he can. Unless it was intentional, of course. But for that he would need a very good plan to be successful. 

(M/N) tightened his hold on his lover, pulling Senku closer against his chest and placed a kiss on his eyelid. One of his hands sneaked under Senku’s labcoat while the over cupped his cheek, tilting it up slightly so (M/N) could connect their lips better. 

Lips softly brushing against each other, arm wrapped around a slender waist and two hands gripping against paint stained fabric. Both enjoyed the soft, innocent kiss but it didn’t last long. (M/N) licked along the seam of Senku’s lips, gently asking for entrance, which was granted almost immediately. The warm muscle pushing past and dancing around the cavern of his lovers mouth, leaving no space untouched. 

Gasps left the scientists lips as he leaned back instinctively, tightening his hold on the shirt between his hands. While (M/N) continued his assault, he released his hand from the cheek and loosened one hand that was gripping his shirt and guided it around his neck. Quickly, Senku wrapped his other arm around (M/N) neck as he felt two arms wrap around his waist and back. 

Reluctantly, (M/N) pulled away from Senku, staring into halflidded eyes. Senku’s breathing came out uneven as he looked up a little dazed. He blinked some more as he felt (M/N) nuzzling into him and placing soft kissed around his jack and neck. 

“Don’t leave marks there.” 

“Of course, darling.” With one last peck, (M/N) released Senku from his hold and picked up their bags before walking to the door, waiting for Senku to join him. 

"Young Master!!"

(Y/n) watched as Tanka and the young master hug each other before taking a glance at the tall black haired man standing in the back. Raising an eye brow at him, questioning who he was, she only received an infuriating mysterious smile which irked her. Ignoring him for now she focused on the boy and returned his hug when he went and clung on her, not wanting to let go.

"I'm glad you are ok…" (Y/n) buried her face in his hair and stood up with him in her arms as the nurses helped Tanaka back into his chair. Sebastian took it as a sign and pushed the wheelchair as they walked to his patient room.

(Y/n) quietly brushed his hair to the side as she looked at him with a soft smile. "I'm glad you are alive." Cupping his cheek, he gave her a watery smile and hid his face in her neck.

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"…I see. So you both didn't see the culprit either."

"Yes… I am sorry, I couldn't protect your father." Tanaka apologized as he sat on the patient bed, his wound from the burning house were worse than (Y/n) so it was decided that he would stay at the hospital until he recovered so the hospital could monitor his wounds. Meanwhile, (Y/n) sat on the edge of the bed and listened mostly, her wounds were more minor since she was taking her rounds on the lower floor when the fire happened while Tanaka was further in the mansion. They both barely made it out while searching for anyone of the family to safe.

While Tanaka spoke, (Y/n) gave fleeting looks to the new butler who was standing behind Ciel. She new who he was and why Ciel's eye was bandaged but kept quiet. It's not like she was in a better situation.

"Please take this." Tanaka handed over a pocket watch.

"What is it?"

"It's been passed down from every Phantomhive butler to the next. Mr. Sebastian. I don't know who you are or where you are from, but please…" he kneeled down on the bed. "Please take care of the young master"

"…Yes. As a butler, I will do my best to serve the young master properly." Sebastian showed his polite smile as he carefully enclosed his hand around the watch before pocketing it in his coat.

"Since I can leave the hospital already, I would like to work again for you, young master." (Y/n) bowed a little as she was in her civilian clothes.

"I'll be in you care again, (Y/n)." Ciel smiled as he tighten his hand around hers, which he hadn't let go since they entered the room.

After departing with Tanaka and (Y/n) promising that she will come by, they made a brief stop at Doctor Durless office, Ciel's aunt. After she fretted over him and handing him a ring, the three of them entered the carriage and departed for the Phantomhive Manor.

"It will not be in the best shape." (Y/n) explained.

"But it's still standing?"

"…Yes, as far as I have seen last time, it is. But I don't know the intensity of the burn or how long it would take for it to be rebuild and liveable." She lightly brushed his hair with her fingers to make it less messy.

Meanwhile, Sebastian watched their interaction quietly from the other side. "Not such a disagreeable boy when he's with her I see." he quietly smiles until they arrive at their destination.

Standing in front of the burned manor, Ciel couldn't believe his eyes, he already knew that it would be burned but not like this.

"This is quite bad." Sebastiand stated blankly.

Dazzed he walks away and towards the cementary that was near their place.

"Young Master?"

(Y/n) simply follows him as he leaves, leaving a confused and slightly miffed. (Y/n) stayed with Ciel as he griefed at his families tombstones, kneeling with him and placing a hand on his shoulder as he cried. He sniffed a few more times before turning and hugging (Y/n).

"Young Master." Ciel tensed up and looked over her shoulder to see Sebastian calling out. "The sun is setting. The night wind is not good for your health."

Standing up, he brushed off his pants. "There are pubs and inns offering lodging in this area, we can stay there…"

"Actually… That is not needed."

"?" both Ciel and (Y/n) were a little confused and followed him back.

"No way…"

"…That.." (Y/n) astounded and in disbelief she threw the demon a scrutinzing gaze, narrowing her eyes at him as he focuses his attention on their young master.

"Didn't I promise you? I don't tell lies."

"This…This is.." Sebastian lead Ciel by his hand and towards the front door.

"How could I be the butler of an earl if I couldn't even do this? And as an earl, you are supposed to live in a beautiful mansion." Throwing open the door he turned back to the two. "Starting from today, this is your manor."

Not believing that everything was standing again, he walked back into the halls that once burned with anger and engulfed everything he knew.

"Welcome back. My master."

"You should tone it down." (Y/n) whispered to him as she passed by.

"I don't know what you mean." he simply smiled as they followed Ciel up the stairs. Sighing (Y/n) could already feel the headache that was forming.

"IT'S TOO HOT!!!"

"Sebastian! What—" (Y/n) dropped the towels she was bringing in and ran over to them.

"You can't just pour all the boiling water in at once! Check the temperature!!" Ciel shouted at his new butler as (Y/n) arrived next to Sebastians side and glanced over at Ciel, making sure he didn't get burned.

"I am sorry. I'll be more careful next time." he apolgised before muttering to himself "So this is too hot…" (Y/n) gave him a look of disbelief as she heard it and sighed. But she couldn't intervene and only help as Sebastian needed to learn how to do this, she couldn't really take over or explain it to him.

"He's a demon, of course he wouldn't know these things… Let's hope the young master survives this until he learned everything…" (Y/n) stood at the side and watched with heavy heart.

"That's it. Don't touch me! I'm getting out!!" Ciel moved away from the assault of scrubbing and a look full of fear.

"What are you saying? You're still dirty. I can't risk having you die suddenly because your wounds suppurate." Sebastian frowns lightly as he lectures Ciel.

"Tsk." Ciel Splashes his new butler full of water and send him out shouting. Feeling like she should help, (Y/n) intervenes.

"…How about I take over…"

Swallowing his pride, Sebastian bows and leaves. "…Yes, sir."

"Let's clean those wounds at least, yes? And than you can get out." (Y/n) tried to bargain and Ciel reluctantly nods. Folding up her sleeves she carefully and gently washes his wounds around his body clean and hums a low melody.

Ciel relaxes slowly as he listens, absentmindly he traces the small gliterring scales on (Y/n) arms that appear from the water. He had known that she was a mermaid for a long time even before the manor burned down. She had always taken care of him so he was bound to know of it. (Y/n) didn't mind and let him trace them a while longer before she helped him out of the water and start bundling him up in a big towel.

Meanwhile, Sebastian runs his fingers through his wet hair cursing at his new master "That brat…"

After some time, Sebastian went back in and sees (Y/n) drying Ciel with a big towel. Her movement gentle and careful to not irritate anymore of the wounds than they already are. As he walked closer he saw Ciel pouting as he let her dry him. Seeing him (Y/n) gestures for him to take over so she could bring some clothes for him to change into.

The moment Sebastian took the towel from her hands, Ciel resisted.

"Don't touch me!"

Fully annoyed Sebastian grabs his face. "You're being a little too stubborn. Humans are weak animals that can die easily just by bacteria entering their bodies from even the smalles of wounds. You're a child that cannoth even treat his own injuries properly, don't make me waste my time."

Stunned, Ciel keeps quiet and pouts, letting Sebastians finish drying him. After changing they all walked down to the dining area. Sebastian helped him to his seat before he let his meal appear, literally. With a fly of a cloth, the whole table was filled with different kinds of meals, ingredients being pulled out of thin air.

"!?"

"Please help yourself." He was listing every kinds of dish as he walked down the table with a plate, ready to bring him anything he wanted. (Y/n) stood on the side impressed and doubtful as she tended to the evening tea that would help Ciel to relax before bed.

"…Sebastian."

"Yes?"

"Don't you ever do such thing again."

"Why?"

"Normal butlers can't rebuild a house in one night or cook a dinner in the blink of an eye. If someone sees you they'll get suspicious."

"How troublesome. But I understand." Placing the filled plate down, Ciel grabs towards the fork and takes a bite. Anticiapting what reaction he will have (Y/n) held out a glass of water for him.

"Uh…Bleh!!" quickly grabbing the glass, he downed it in one to get rid of the horrendous taste in his mouth.

"Oh, didn't it please you?"

"It's gresy, spicy… and salty…"

"I see… I guess this menu is a little heavy for you, since you've been in that palce all this time. I'll make some Risotto right a—…"

"Enough, I'm going to sleep."

As Ciel leaves the room, (Y/n) moves to clear the table. "I don't think that is the reason…" She shoots him a look, picking up one of the meat and tasting it before grabbing a glass herself. "It's not made correctly… and simply tastes bad if you want to hear it bluntly." She briefly closes her eyes to ban the taste from her mind, sighing in disapointement and despair at what she has to work with.

"And what would you know, fish." Sebastian's eyes glow faintly as he looks at her.

"More than you do, bird." She smirks as she kept her back turned to him and continued to clear the table. "Go warm up some milk and take honey with you for the young master." She ordered, not carring for his expression or attitude.

It was already late when she finished up in the kitchen and sampled the dishes to see which could still be saved for the next day before she retired for the night.

Later that night, she was flipping through the notebook Tanaka had given her, wearing her night gown. Looking at the glock she decided to walk up to the young master and see if he was sleeping. She picked up the candle that was sitting on her night stand and wrapped a shawl around her before walking up the steps to the upper floor. Getting closer to Ciel's hall she glanced lightly at Sebastian as she passed but ultimately ignored him.

Knocking lightly she excused herself and opened the door when she heard nothing. Walking closer to the bed she saw that he was tossing and turning. Sitting down next to him, she ran her hand through his hair and whispered his name to wake him up.

Waking up with a gasp he moved away as his eyes darted around in the room before they landed on her. Calming down a little he frowned.

"What are you doing here?"

"I was seeing if you were alright. It is the first night back here after all."

(Y/n) already knew about the seal as she had seen it in the bathroom. Well, Ciel himself didn't care covering it in front of her either.

"You saw. You can go now."

"Are you sure?"

(Y/n) patiently waited as she watched him try to make his decision until he gave up and slipped back down under the covers. "Fine, stay. But don't touch me."

"Of course. Do you want me to sing?" (Y/n) would never sing without his permission or when she deamed it necessary so she would always ask before she sung for him, that's what she had promised Rachel after all.

"…Yes… please."

Smiling softly at him, (Y/n) started with a hum before swtiching to a soft and melodic song. Ciel watched her for some time before his eyes slowly closed as he felt warmth spread around him and his muslce relax. Burying himself deeper into the blanket he listened attentivley to her singing before a softer and kinder dream captured him.