Savior (Ciel x Male!Neko!Reader x Sebastian){Pt5}

WARNING: Mild and non-explicit gore It's incredibly mild.

“All right. Sorry I have to leave on such short notice, Finny. I’ll be sure to look for you when I get back.” With that, you give him a quick hug and smile, and rush away. Finny is frozen there with a dazed expression. Sebastian glares at him, but follows you to the carriage.
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Finny is such a sweet boy,you think. The carriage bumps along the rocky road (ice cream? XD) and you fly up into the air for a split second. “Eep!” You fly out of your seat and land back on your rump. Ciel somehow manages to keep himself on his seat. You pout and rub your bruised behind. Carriages hurt…
“Are you alright, (M/n)?” Ciel asks with masked concern.
“I’m fine,” you reply, wincing when the carriage hits a bump again.
Ciel’s eyebrows furrow almost imperceptibly when he hears you whimper slightly. He sighs and motions you over. “Huh? Ciel, what are you-!” You are cut off when Ciel pull you into his lap and wraps his arms around your waist. “There. Now you have a cushion of sorts.” You sit on his lap with a red face, feeling his warm breath tickle your neck. The rest of the ride passes in silence with you gazing out the window, and Ciel gazing at your face. Eventually, the silence becomes awkward for you and you try to strike up some kind of a conversation with the stoic Earl.
“Uh, Ciel? Where are we going?” you question softly.
“A crime scene. A female...escort...was found in an alleyway, dead. We have to go investigate.”
Your eyes widen and your head cocks to the side slightly. “‘Escort’?“
  “...” Ciel doesn’t respond for a little. “It means uhm, prostitute, for a lack of a better word.” Usually, ciel would have no issue with stating someone’s occupation, but you seemed so innocent and naive that he felt kind of bad; like he had tainted that innocence.
“Oh…” you say.
I was only trying to strike up some conversation...How do I always end up making everything so awkward?
While you internally berate yourself, Ciel is intently examining your conflicting facial expressions.
(M/n) is always such a facial person. Maybe he could help me express my feelings more easily...No. In a world this cruel his facial expressions will only end up hurting him. Ciel can’t help but feel that he would gladly protect you from the world’s horrors to keep seeing your expressive face.
Eventually, the bumping of the carriage slows to a gentle rocking motion, and the smooth rhythm rocks you to sleep. Your head drops onto Ciel’s shoulder and now your soft breaths tickle Ciel’s neck. Ciel’s face is a light pink, but his face betrays none of his inner turmoil.
~<>~<>~<>~With Sebastian and Jackson~<>~<>~<>~
Jackson had been controlling the reins at first, but Sebastian took over because he was able to make the ride less bumpy. (Demon powers.) The ride was a long and silent one until Jackson decided to break the silence.
“Sebastian. Would you mind if I asked you a question?”
“That would depend on the nature of the inquiry, but yes.”
“You have feelings for my master, don’t you?”
“That seemed to be more of a statement than a question.”
“Well, either way you still didn’t answer it.”
“I’m not obligated to.” Sebastian stares straight ahead at the road.
Jackson sighs. “No, you’re not. I feel like I must be aware of the goings on involving my master though.”
“You know, Lord (M/n) would probably prefer it if you called him by his first name only.”
“He does. I call him by his first name in front of him, to abide by his wishes, but I won’t dishonour him in such a way towards other people.”
“How would that be considered ‘dishonour’? Most people would be honoured to be on such intimate terms with their master.”
“Yes, I am honoured, but other people would take it that he’s vulnerable for being close to his servants.” Jackson sighs again. “The Master truly is a unique soul.”
I know, Sebastian can’t help but think.
“If you do develop feelings for the Master, which I feel that you already have, take good care of him. If you don’t, I will be after you. I don’t care if you’re a demon.” Jackson stares at Sebastian’s face with an intense ferocity.
“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind,” Sebastian responds, and turns back to look at the road.
~<>~<>~<>~Back in the carriage~<>~<>~<>~
You were sleeping peacefully on Ciel’s lap and only shifted every once in a while. Ciel was content with keeping you safe while you sleep, but it seemed he couldn’t protect you from what was plaguing you in your mind. The peaceful shifting turned into a fretful stirring and Ciel was trying to wake you up, but you wouldn’t.
~<>~<>~<>~In your dream~<>~<>~<>~
You found yourself in a grassy field filled with [favorite flower(s)]. Your sparkling (e/c) eyes were shining with the wonder that only a six year old could possess. You ran around, plucking flowers while  you went. A lone tree stood in the distant horizon. Your little legs pumped as fast as they could, trying to reach the shade of that tree. When you finally got there, you tried to catch your breath and you leaned against the trunk of the tree.
“(M/n)!”
You heard a shout of your name. It sounded very familiar…
“(M/n)!” This time the shout was distinctly closer than it was before.
A woman with shining (e/c) eyes came running up to you, followed by a man that looked like an older version of you with (different e/c) eyes. He had (choppy, spiky, long etc.), (h/c) hair and was very tall.
The woman picked you up and whirled you around happily. You smiled and giggled as you stared at her beaming face.
“Mama! Papa! You’re here!” you exclaim.
“Of course we are, (Nickname)!” she laughed.
She set you down and your father set up a little picnic for all of you. There was a little red and white checkered blanket and your favorite fruits and sandwiches were all brought in a basket.
Your stomach grumbled right as he was finishing setting up and your parents laughed warmly. Your father pulled you into his lap and you all started eating. Your mother and father spun wonderful tales of magic and mystery, tragic stories of lost love, and dramatic fantasies of good and evil. You were entranced by the vivid pictures that your mind created. You gasped, and giggled at the right moments. You sat there listening for so long that the sun that had been high in the sky earlier, was now almost about to sink below the horizon.  “Let’s go home, (Nickname),” your father said. You nod and yawn while your father picks you up. You wrap your arms around his neck and let the gentle rocking motion of his steps lull you to sleep.
~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~ Very mild gore here
When you wake up (in your dream) you are no longer in your father’s arms. Instead, you hear the shouts of your parents from their bedroom. You groggily stumble in the direction of their room. When you see what is going on, you instantly wake up.
In the room, you see a masked man fighting with your father. Your mother is in the corner, sitting with a stab wound in her stomach. You rush over to her, trying to ignore the grunts of the two, fighting men.
“Mama!” you cry.
“Sweetie, everything will be ok.” She pulls you to her. You feel tears slip by your eyes when you feel her blood seep into your clothes.
“No, Mama. Don’t leave,” you sob.
“Everything will be ok,” she repeats.
You hear a particularly loud grunt and you turn around. You see your father pinned down by the masked man, who is about to plunge a knife into your father’s chest.  “No!” you shout, and rush over.
You’re too late.
You hear the noise as your father takes his last breath.
I love you, (Full name), forever and always.
Tears stream down your face. “No! No!” You turn to face your mother and listen to her final breath.
You stay strong, (Nickname). I love you, my little angel.
The light fades from her normally vibrant eyes. When the light fades from your father’s and mother’s eyes, a little bit of light fades from your eyes as well.
The last thing you see before you are knocked out by the masked man is the bodies of the people who you love with all your heart.
~<>~<>~<>~Back in the carriage and out of your dream~<>~<>~<>~
“(M/n)! (M/n)!” Ciel is on the verge of panic now. He can see glimmering tears seeping out from underneath your eyelids, and you’re still stirring fretfully.
They arrive at their destination, but you still won’t wake up. Jackson opens the door to help you out, but sees you having a nightmare.
He hasn’t had a nightmare in a few days. I was hoping the streak would continue. Jackson’s eyes crinkle up with worry. “Hey, (M/n). It’s time to wake up,” Jackson says while gently shaking you.
Your eyes flutter open and you immediately jump into Jackson’s outstretched arms. He soothingly combs through your hair and you bury your face into his neck, taking shuddering breaths. He murmurs gentle words and Ciel and Sebastian watch with worry and mild jealousy. (Ok, maybe a little more than mild jealousy)
Jackson wasn’t that much older than you. He was twenty-two years old - only four years older. Ciel and Sebastian were acutely aware of this fact while you trembled in the butler’s arms.
Eventually you calmed down enough to apologize shakily.
“I’m sorry you had to see that. I hope you think no less of me,” you mumble.
“Don’t apologize for being human,” Ciel replies.