theblackbirdsgemimagines:

Imagine Sebastian

Based on the prompt I sent to @sebastianshoe (her version can be found here, ft live action Seb, and I wanted to make my own with the original Seb~ 🖤)

Imagine starting to fall asleep after Sebby had just gotten you settled and into bed, unable to snuggle right away.

Imagine sensing some kind of presence, unnerving, but seemingly familiar. Probably just Sebastian coming in for a cuddle~.

So naturally you turn to look, expecting to see your boy being all spoopy, smiling, and opening your arms to hug him. But instead you see the shape of something that’s probably very Junji Ito-level of horror. Something that, unlike Sebastian’s terrible and alluringly beautiful demonic form, actually shakes you to your core enough to freeze.

You don’t want to stare at it for fear you’ll see more, but you don’t want to take your eyes off it for fear of no longer seeing it coming. Neither of you move, though you’re the only one feeling like a rabbit cornered by a wolf.

When it eventually moves again, an inhumanly fast and grotesque kind of movement, coming closer, it feels like one of those nightmares where you’re screaming but to you it only sounds like a quiet wheezing of air.

It’s not, however. It’s loud, and piercing, though the manner is so big it only alerts the one that most needs to be made aware that something is horribly wrong. That some monster has come thinking it’s alright to toy with the mortal choice of the mate of Royalty.

Sebastian is there hardly before your yell is finished, in a demonic form you’ve never seen before. Normally he’s formless, or somewhere between formless and with a human-like shape you’re all too familiar with.

This time he is on all fours. Hunched, head low, growling deep and loud. The details are impossible to see so thick are his eye-adorned shadows that surround him like ruby adorned drapes. But you can still see some kind of hackles standing high on end, and fangs hanging open in large jaws. A forked tongue licks them like a silent challenge, and his usual cute and playful demon tail you’re lucky to see once in a while, is sharp and dripping with poison. As are his long nails; turned to needle-sharp claws this time.

The smaller one looks much less impressive then, as a mouse would look next to a lion. But there are still two demons in the room now, both so hostile you still find yourself fighting a basic instinct to run.

Sebastian is sending a very clear message: Get. Out. And maybe you’ll get to keep your life since you haven’t yet touched my mate. Maybe.

Perhaps it had a death wish, but it didn’t stand down from the challenge whatsoever.

So, as usual, Sebastian didn’t hesitate.

You’re unable to clearly see much after that (much to your future dissapointment). Just a tangle of legs, large bodies being thrown, toppled over onto their backs, necks being bitten. Their loud snarls, growls, and barks occasionally sound wolf-like, yet simultaneously sound like some creature you’ll never see walking the same surface as you while you’re alive. Something so old it may very well have been alive before the universe even had its own dust.

You could only watch, hunched and useless in your bed. It was hard to even tell who was winning, apart from a moment where Sebastian had jumped onto the comforter to shield you with his body. Still, the smaller one wouldn’t back down, and still Sebastian aimed to teach it a fierce lesson.

The whole thing lasted maybe a minute before they became entangled again. One was pinned, but this time there was a jerk and a sickening crack before all went still.

A mere moment of holding your breath was all it took for a reassuring “It’s alright. I’m here. It’s over now.”

He melted into a more human shape, using large and elegant wings to hide his body and the dead demon from you as he limped off to dispose of it.

There was already no sign there had even been a fight in the room, let alone a killing. No blood, no marks, nothing broken on the floor.

Five minutes later and he was back. Breathing rather heavy; looking ragged.

Bonus~!!

Imagine fussing over him, because of COURSE you do! He just fought and killed another heckin demon!!

Of course he can heal himself right away, but he only does that with the worst of his wounds. The smaller ones he allows you, though amused, to pamper. Anything sweet you’re willing to do that might aid in calming you down. Anything he can allow you to do that might aid in calming you down…

He nearly fusses over you just as much, making sure you’re alright and that you didn’t see too much that would scar you for life. …Didn’t see anything that would terrify you so much you couldn’t sleep or stop being paranoid till you possibly…attempted to do something horrible and desperate just to escape the horrors.

It will take a lot of reassuring over a month or two for him to finally calm down about it. Almost as if that sad end was one he’d seen far too many times than he’d liked, and now consistently feared repeating itself. He never stops telling you that he will protect you, even if all of Hell is sent after your soul.

You never stop telling him you will always be there to dab and bandage his scratches when he’s done~. 💕 Or even to fight by his side if need be. He doesn’t have to be alone to protect what’s most dear to him all the time. 🖤

And, of course, he cuddles you without question that night, and many nights after that. He throws the fact he likes you to ask him first completely out the window, though of course if you say you want to be alone he will merely guard you fiercely, making sure to stay unnoticed.

Because you are his mate, and he means every word when he says he will lay down his life for you before he sees Hell rip you from his arms. 💗