My Imagination Is Your Nightmare

[ShiroKuroGang]

claudeinwonderland:

The Trancy Estate…. filled with talented dancers


✖ Alois Trancy - requested by kiseki-kawaii // {edit}

✖ Alois Trancy - requested by kiseki-kawaii // {edit}

a-demon-butler:

There were nights when nightmares plagued Alois. 
They were never gruesome. They just made him feel, dirty.
He would plead quietly with his inner conscience. 
Alois was always ignored. Always ignored. Always. Ignored.
One night, Claude had heard Alois crying out for him. 
Quickly, the demon came to his Master's aid. Claude, 
was most surprised. Not a sarcastic remark, or a rude greeting.
Only soft trembling arms wrapped around his arm and the other
around his waist.

"Just one night Claude. Stay with me for just one night.." 
The blond had whimpered and clung so tightly to his savior.
His God. His Devil. His Claude. 

The demon contemplated this for half a second, eyes flashing 
a light pink in the flickering candle light. Blowing out the
candle Claude leaned down to gently press a gentle kiss to his
Master, his Highness' lips. 

The situation progressed from there in a more pleasant way. 
This time, whenever Alois then slept, he would never think of his
dreams such a way anymore. None of them were of older lecherous men.

This time is was only Claude. His Claude. Making love to him, 
on a bed of blue bells.

a-demon-butler:

There were nights when nightmares plagued Alois. 
They were never gruesome. They just made him feel, dirty.
He would plead quietly with his inner conscience. 
Alois was always ignored. Always ignored. Always. Ignored.
One night, Claude had heard Alois crying out for him. 
Quickly, the demon came to his Master's aid. Claude, 
was most surprised. Not a sarcastic remark, or a rude greeting.
Only soft trembling arms wrapped around his arm and the other
around his waist.

"Just one night Claude. Stay with me for just one night.." 
The blond had whimpered and clung so tightly to his savior.
His God. His Devil. His Claude. 

The demon contemplated this for half a second, eyes flashing 
a light pink in the flickering candle light. Blowing out the
candle Claude leaned down to gently press a gentle kiss to his
Master, his Highness' lips. 

The situation progressed from there in a more pleasant way. 
This time, whenever Alois then slept, he would never think of his
dreams such a way anymore. None of them were of older lecherous men.

This time is was only Claude. His Claude. Making love to him, 
on a bed of blue bells.
squezzcat:

Source.
spidereating-manbitch:

ssalin

anickname4love:

“Growing up you Learn, Losing you Win”


“Creciendo se Aprende, Perdiendo se Gana”

“hechicera del alma” - las pastillas del abuelo

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