Can the Damned be Loved?
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+. to F › Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
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1,608
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I do not own Kuroshitsuji, sadly. Nor do I profit from this story.
Chapter 11: Epilogue
Chapter 11: Epilogue
The cool gusts of summer air relieved your hot skin with each wave. The Phantomhive garden was in full bloom, the perfect spot to enjoy your noon tea. The white parasol hid your developing condition, but only partially. Often, you noticed the changes in your body. The black nails, your pale skin, the way your eyes changed with your temper. But most of all, your swollen belly fascinated captured your attention. As your abdomen grew, your corset needed to be loosened, which was a pleasant experience in and of itself. Meirin came running out to you, heaving in a panicked way that made you giggle.
“Mistress! Something terrible has happened!”
Accustomed to the red head’s excessive rants, you replied calmly, “Oh? What is it?”
The maid fixed her sliding glasses and fanned herself with her hand, “The young master has broken two vases!”
Blinking twice, you brought your hand up to your mouth and chuckled.
“Is that all? Oh Meirin, that is no emergency! Is he alright?”
Grassy footfalls rustled behind you. They landed hard as if expecting a harsh scolding.
“Yes, I am fine. I was being careless.”
Shifting in your garden chair, your smiled over your pale shoulder.
“This makes four vases you’ve broken now my dear.”
Downcast cobalt eyes frowned, “I didn’t mean to. Please don’t be cross mother.”
Smiling you sighed, your son was a growing boy and had impulses of strength, not uncommon for one’s his age. Or his breeding. With each passing year, his inhuman abilities became stronger. His physical prowess the most apparent.
“Nothing to fret about my dear, come, give your mother a hug,” you waved him gently over.
The boy’s blue, blue eyes filled with light and he trotted over to the welcoming shade of the parasol. The boy was not yet ten and already stood at your chest. In your seated position you smiled lovingly up at him. A soft breeze tussled dark slate locks, tickling his round cheeks.
“You look more and more like your father everyday,” you said cupping his face.
“Really? I want to be just like him when I’m a man!” your son gleamed.
“Haha, if you keep to your studies and be courteous to others,” you pulled him teasingly onto your lap, “ and stop braking things, you will.”
The boy giggled and laughed as you ran your fingertips swiftly over his sides. His face became red as his hysteria continued. His voice was music to your heightened senses, his smile endearing. Stopping your assault, you brought your son to your chest in a tight embrace. Inhaling deeply, you smelled his hair and melted inside. And soon you were expecting another on the way. Your son asked about the child daily, touting off the games they would play, the facts he would teach. Your time with your son was interrupted when Meirin’s exclaiming voice spoke.
“Ah! Master, they are both over there. Did you finish your work today?”
A deep smooth response came afterward, “Everything is taken care of. No need to worry Meirin. Could you bring another chair? I wish to sit with my family today.”
“Y..Yes! Right away sir!”
A happy smile formed on your full lips as he drew closer. A warm hand gently came to rest on your cool shoulder, squeezing the flesh.
“Have I kept you waiting my lady? I do apologize.”
“Yes. My son and I have waited patiently for your arrival, only to discover that our wait would last an hour longer than expected,” you jested.
A kind chuckle, and soft lips on your cheek atoned for his tardiness.
“And how is my son this fine day?”
The young boy jumped from your grasp and stood straight in front of his father, “I am well father! I’m sorry about the broken vases in the hall. I was just visiting mother.”
The heart melting laugh surrounded you and you too rose from your seat.
“What should we do, dear husband?”
A deep blue eye met your sly face and mimicked the expression.
“Hmmm, I say. What ever shall we do about it. I believe adding two more arithmetic lessons with Sebastian would suffice as punishment.”
At once, the boy’s face fell and dread filled his countenance.
“Please! Anything but that! Sebastian drones on and on, then slams his pointer stick on my desk.”
“Are you paying attention to your lessons?” His father asked raising and eyebrow.
The boy paused, shifting from foot to foot, “Mmmm…sometimes.”
The image of an exasperated Sebastian filled his thoughts, and the boy’s father laughed outright.
“Well, if you paid attention, then you would not have to be reprimanded!”
Bending down, he picked up his son under the boy’s arms and lifted him into the air.
“Ciel! Be careful!” you said giggling.
Ciel Phantomhive smiled and spun his son in the summer air. The boy was holding his arms out and laughing happily. The sight filled you with joy and love. Laying a hand on your belly, you mused on what to expect from the child. Looking down at the bump, thoughts of the baby infiltrated your mind. They brought you such pleasure that you failed to notice the large shadow before you. Raising your head, your lips met with those of your husband. And at once, you felt the twinges of love reemerge and spark between you.
The cool gusts of summer air relieved your hot skin with each wave. The Phantomhive garden was in full bloom, the perfect spot to enjoy your noon tea. The white parasol hid your developing condition, but only partially. Often, you noticed the changes in your body. The black nails, your pale skin, the way your eyes changed with your temper. But most of all, your swollen belly fascinated captured your attention. As your abdomen grew, your corset needed to be loosened, which was a pleasant experience in and of itself. Meirin came running out to you, heaving in a panicked way that made you giggle.
“Mistress! Something terrible has happened!”
Accustomed to the red head’s excessive rants, you replied calmly, “Oh? What is it?”
The maid fixed her sliding glasses and fanned herself with her hand, “The young master has broken two vases!”
Blinking twice, you brought your hand up to your mouth and chuckled.
“Is that all? Oh Meirin, that is no emergency! Is he alright?”
Grassy footfalls rustled behind you. They landed hard as if expecting a harsh scolding.
“Yes, I am fine. I was being careless.”
Shifting in your garden chair, your smiled over your pale shoulder.
“This makes four vases you’ve broken now my dear.”
Downcast cobalt eyes frowned, “I didn’t mean to. Please don’t be cross mother.”
Smiling you sighed, your son was a growing boy and had impulses of strength, not uncommon for one’s his age. Or his breeding. With each passing year, his inhuman abilities became stronger. His physical prowess the most apparent.
“Nothing to fret about my dear, come, give your mother a hug,” you waved him gently over.
The boy’s blue, blue eyes filled with light and he trotted over to the welcoming shade of the parasol. The boy was not yet ten and already stood at your chest. In your seated position you smiled lovingly up at him. A soft breeze tussled dark slate locks, tickling his round cheeks.
“You look more and more like your father everyday,” you said cupping his face.
“Really? I want to be just like him when I’m a man!” your son gleamed.
“Haha, if you keep to your studies and be courteous to others,” you pulled him teasingly onto your lap, “ and stop braking things, you will.”
The boy giggled and laughed as you ran your fingertips swiftly over his sides. His face became red as his hysteria continued. His voice was music to your heightened senses, his smile endearing. Stopping your assault, you brought your son to your chest in a tight embrace. Inhaling deeply, you smelled his hair and melted inside. And soon you were expecting another on the way. Your son asked about the child daily, touting off the games they would play, the facts he would teach. Your time with your son was interrupted when Meirin’s exclaiming voice spoke.
“Ah! Master, they are both over there. Did you finish your work today?”
A deep smooth response came afterward, “Everything is taken care of. No need to worry Meirin. Could you bring another chair? I wish to sit with my family today.”
“Y..Yes! Right away sir!”
A happy smile formed on your full lips as he drew closer. A warm hand gently came to rest on your cool shoulder, squeezing the flesh.
“Have I kept you waiting my lady? I do apologize.”
“Yes. My son and I have waited patiently for your arrival, only to discover that our wait would last an hour longer than expected,” you jested.
A kind chuckle, and soft lips on your cheek atoned for his tardiness.
“And how is my son this fine day?”
The young boy jumped from your grasp and stood straight in front of his father, “I am well father! I’m sorry about the broken vases in the hall. I was just visiting mother.”
The heart melting laugh surrounded you and you too rose from your seat.
“What should we do, dear husband?”
A deep blue eye met your sly face and mimicked the expression.
“Hmmm, I say. What ever shall we do about it. I believe adding two more arithmetic lessons with Sebastian would suffice as punishment.”
At once, the boy’s face fell and dread filled his countenance.
“Please! Anything but that! Sebastian drones on and on, then slams his pointer stick on my desk.”
“Are you paying attention to your lessons?” His father asked raising and eyebrow.
The boy paused, shifting from foot to foot, “Mmmm…sometimes.”
The image of an exasperated Sebastian filled his thoughts, and the boy’s father laughed outright.
“Well, if you paid attention, then you would not have to be reprimanded!”
Bending down, he picked up his son under the boy’s arms and lifted him into the air.
“Ciel! Be careful!” you said giggling.
Ciel Phantomhive smiled and spun his son in the summer air. The boy was holding his arms out and laughing happily. The sight filled you with joy and love. Laying a hand on your belly, you mused on what to expect from the child. Looking down at the bump, thoughts of the baby infiltrated your mind. They brought you such pleasure that you failed to notice the large shadow before you. Raising your head, your lips met with those of your husband. And at once, you felt the twinges of love reemerge and spark between you.