In The End [Various! Black Butler x Reader]

Claude Faustus - Still An Innocent

Claude narrowed his eyes in concentration, which was quite hard to do with you just across from him, plus you were getting changed behind a curtain that clearly made the outline of your perfect figure. The yellow eyed demon found himself continualy glancing over at you. "Claude~ Be a dear and tie me up." You said softly as you peeked your head from the side of the curtain, your innocent (e/c) orbs staring at his own tainted pools of yellow. "Of course, Milady." He stated in a somewhat monotone voice. The man made his way over; you were Alois's cousin. Close family to the viscount also.

Alois looked at you as a very important person in his life, although Claude knew that the boy would chose many things over you. Even when he would say he wouldn't even dream of it. Claude made his way over to you, a light tango of blush dancing across his cheeks. He looked at your perfect figure as you had your back to him, holding up your hair. Claude always found it amazing how they seemed to catch the light in every perfect place. He heaved a shallow breath as he took hold of the strings. Your dress was a V neck, so it showed your flawless skin. Swallowing the lump in his throat he tugged at the string  watching as you jolted lightly at every pull.

Slowly he found himself leaning closer, his lips grazing over your porcelain skin. You shuddered; wondering what the soft sensation was until you felt teeth gently sinking into your flesh in a plesurable way. You didn't say anything; nor move. So he decided that was a way for you to say 'carry on'. And he indeed did.

His tongue slid around in circles; a smirk reaching his lips when you relaxed your body back into him; small melodic moans driving him over the edge. "Do you think these strings are too tight, Milady?" He questioned in a seductive tone. "F-Far too tight..." You stammered. And with that Claude tugged them loose watching the dress fall to your feet, within seconds his lips were kissing, sucking and nibbling at every ounce of your skin. His hands perching on your curved hips while he left countless love bites.

Soon your corset was also discarded, the demon throwing it out of reach in case you changed your mind. He turned you around, his head ducking down as he kissed each of your breasts in a gentle yet sweet manner. Pulling your body against his, he stared lovingly into your eyes for the moment, "Say it..." You begged softly. Claude smiled slightly at this and brushed his fingers over your lips, you softly grazed your teeth over them. "Not yet..." He purred. "When I truly feel emotion... That is when I will say it." And with that he pressed his lips to yours. The night growing into a lovely lust filled dream.

~x~

Two weeks later he found you. You had locked yourself in the bathroom, laying in a pool of your own blood, wrist slit open, the smell of decay hung deep in the air. But yet... even in this state you managed to stay beautiful. The demon had fallen to his knees at the sight of this nightmare. Yellow eyes lost, broken. Dead. You had done this to yourself. He had no one to take his revenge on, nothing to ease the pain, with a slight whimper, he crawled over to you, your blood making him want to hit something. He pulled you into his embrace, imagining you hugging him back. "(Y/N)," he whispered as he stroked your hair.

Why had you done this to yourself? Why? Why? Why? The endless questions that would never be answered. Then out of the corner of his eyes, he spotted the corner of an old piece of paper, writing clear to his view. Without letting you go, he reached for it- holding it in his hands that seemed to be shaking. Tears fell from his eyes as he read the words delicately writing in your very own handwriting.

Claude,

By now, it would have been to late to stop me.

And I know, you're mostly likely staring at my dead body right at this moment.

I know it sounds harsh. And you propably will never forgive me for the pain I may have caused you.

But plaese don't hate me.

I need you to always remember, I'll always be there right with you.

Though you may not feel me, hear me nor see me. 

I'll be there.

I love you, Claude Faustus; you were and ARE my one and only, and I know I've ruined everthing by doing this to you.

Leaving you...

And right now as I sit on the ground, I still think of the first time we kiss. 

The first time I allowed my heart to break free from it's shell.

You truly were my light in the dark.

I'm sorry to put you in this position. 

Especially before I got to hear you say those three little words.

But I couldn't last any longer. 

Surviving life as it was killing me inside. 

Even you couldn't bring me back to life.

I want to die as me... Not a shell of my old self.

I wish I could have say goodbye, listened to your soothing words telling me not to go... 

But please understand... I need to go.

And I know, you will manage without me, My Claude.

I wouldn't leave you like this but...

I lost my balance on a very thin tight rope...

And then lost my mind trying to get it back. 

Don't stop believing, Claude. 

For I'll always Believe in you.

Don't break down. 

You have done something you can't speak of, but I don't care about that. 

I love you. 

You were my guardian angle, please understand that I need to repay the favor.

It's alright.

Your string of light will always be bright to me...

Who you are is not what you did...

To me, you're still an innocent...

I love you.

Sincerely,

(Y/N)

Claude stared at the paper for a long time, tears leaving his yellow eyes in utter sadness. He finally felt something. Emptiness. Abandonment. Heart break. He smiled fakely and clutched the note to where his un-beating heart is. "I love you..."