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sleepingdeath-light · 2 years

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lady in red ; grelle sutcliff (18+)

kinktober day eight ; body worship

pairing ; grelle sutcliff x male!reader

reader pronouns ; he/him/his

word count ; 1939

note ; minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

Exhaustion hung heavy on her sharp features as she stumbled through the door, frustration rolling off of her in waves as she struggled through her evening routine: long red hair fell limply about her face, having long since escaped the tight, braided up-do she'd put it in at the start of the day; though she was something of a British rose, her skin was unusually pale save for the dark circles that surrounded her eyes; her painted lips were perpetually sunken downwards in a frown and her eyes themselves were reddened from crying. Today, it seems, had been especially hard on her, what what kind of husband would he be if he didn't do everything he could to elevate her worries.

“Dear girl,” he called out, slowly approaching her as she uncaringly flung her work clothes about every which way, “you don’t seem like yourself. Is there anything I can do?”

“Darling,” she started, voice breaking and thick with unshed tears even as she faced away from him, “I don’t know if there’s anything you can do. I don’t even know what’s wrong with me right now… I just -” she threw her arms up in the air, exasperated and turned to face him, her cheeks splotchy and red with upset as she looked at him.

“Oh my love, come here.”

And that was all it took for Grelle to practically fling herself into his arms, crying and sobbing into his neck and clinging to his night shirt with such ferocity that he was sure that she thought he’d disappear the moment she let go.

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For several moments they just swayed to-and-fro in each other’s arms, clinging to one another as he whispered sweet nothings and words of affirmation into her ear - only pausing when her sobbing faded into sniffles into sighing. Then, and only then, did he pull back and move to gently wipe the streaks of tears away from her eyes, smiling softly at her as he spoke, his tone low and words dripping with unending adoration for her.

“Want to talk about it, my love?” When she shook her head, he nodded and smiled once again, “that’s alright. We don’t need to talk about it - but would you like me to make you feel better?”

“Mhm,”

“Mhm?” He laughed under his breath and shook his head as he repeated her words. “Is that an ‘I definitely want to do this’ or an ‘I guess we can do this if you want to’? Because I’m only going to do this if you want me to, baby.”

“Darling,” she managed after a few beats, giggling between her words despite her teary eyes, “you already know the answer. I’d never turn down an opportunity to be pampered by you,”

“So it’s a definite yes?”

“It’s a definite yes,” she affirmed in an amused voice, grinning broadly and pressing a chaste kiss onto the tip of his nose - giggling when he scrunched up his brow in faux annoyance at the gesture. “so should I give you a show?”

“Oh no, dear,” he chuckled in response, reaching between them to toy with the buttons of her blouse, “leave all the work to me. Tonight’s all about you, so all I need you to do is just sit there and look pretty; you got that?”

“Darling, looking pretty is the one thing I excel at!”

That much he could vouch for, but instead he shifted his focus to undressing his stunning wife - revelling in every inch of soft, pale skin that was revealed to him as he made his way down her body. First removing her blouse and corset, then moving on to her trousers and underwear and stepping back a few paces to admire his handiwork.

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Grelle was a woman that thrived when in the limelight - who enjoyed being the centre of attention, especially when that attention was that of her beloved husband as he shamelessly ogled her nude body. And this was no more clear than it was in that moment, with her kicking her clothes to one side and stepping over the pile of fabric, spinning and posing like a model as she made her way over to the bed and laid back - leaning on her forearms to look over at him through long lashes and spreading her long legs widely to wordlessly invite him between them.

Though for those few moments, he could do nothing but stare and swallow thickly, openly admiring the beauty before him and thanking whatever powers that be that he was lucky enough to have her in his bed - his eyes tracing a path along his body that his hands and mouth would be quick to follow after he clumsily stumbled his way over to the bed.

He started with those long, strong legs, trailing his lips from her inner ankles up along her strong calves to her thick thighs and starting again. One of his hands slid along the outside of her thigh as he worshipped her, lightly squeezing the meat of them every so often and coaxing a muffled squeak from her when he did so. Yet he took great efforts to ensure no area of her beautifully pale skin was neglected, trailing his lips and tongue from ankle to apex several times over - whispering sweet nothings into her flesh as he went: “you’re so beautiful”, “you’re fucking perfect”, “I love you so much, darling” - on and on and on. And he gave that same attention to her other leg after a few minutes of this - only grinning cheekily up at her when she huffed and insisted that he hurry up, telling her that “one can’t just rush this kind of thing, my love”.

Then he turned his attentions to her deliciously soft stomach, positioning himself between her legs and resting his chin on her pelvis to get a better view - and lifting her legs over his shoulders to make sure she was as comfortable as possible. Two warm hands caressed her sides, fingertips tracing the visible ridges of her ribs and skimming over the slight dips of her hips before repeating this pattern over and over again. His lips, meanwhile, mapped out the expanse of her abdomen: trailing across from the dip of their pelvis to the stretch marks of her lower stomach to the soft pudge just above it (blowing a raspberry against the adored skin and grinning up at her when she laughed before moving on), up to the bottom of her rib cage. Every mole, freckle and scar was noted and complimented, words of adoration and compliments about her figure and completion tattooed against soft pale skin with the intensity of each kiss: “you’re beautiful”, “I love how soft you are”, “the most amazing girl in this world and the next”.

And only then was he happy to turn his attention upwards once again, eyes catching the soft rise and fall of her chest as she looked down at him with a mixture of amusement, adoration and lust. Until he finally leaned down and began peppering chaste kisses around each desirable mound of flesh - circling each base before moving up and up, leaving neither breast neglected until he finally reached her peaks. One hand moved away from her sides to encircle her right nipple as he took the other into his mouth: rolling, pinching and gently pulling with his hand whilst his mouth sucked, licked and adored the other - switching these after several moments of worship.

By now their position was more than compromising and he could feel her temptingly bare and dripping cunt soaking the crotch of his night clothes and rubbing delectably against his throbbing cock. Yet he refused to relent yet, instead using what little restraint that remained to move upwards and trail chaste kisses along her collarbone to her throat to her jawline and finally to her lips - greedily swallowing a moan that he pulled from her before moving a hair’s breadth away to breathlessly ask her a question.

“Ready?”

Grelle nodded eagerly in response and placed a passionate kiss against his lips before he reluctantly pushed away from her to rid himself of his loose fitting clothes - which had long since begun to feel far too restrictive for his taste. Then, once content with his bareness, he positioned himself between her legs and readied himself for what was to come.

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The sensitive head of his cock pressed against her soaked pussy, sliding along her slit from her clit to her hole a few times to lubricate himself before positioning himself at her entrance and pushing into her in a single fluid thrust. Her back arched up into him when he bottomed out, her velvety walls tightening around his length in a response that made him groan - though he still tried his best to not move within her whilst they both adjusted to the familiar feeling.

Perfectly manicured, red painted nails found purchase on his shoulders, pulling his body taut against her as she crashed her lips against his - covering his face with smudges of her lipstick as she desperately ground her hips against his. And, taking this as a sign of her need for him, he started to move shortly thereafter - slowly pulling out before slamming back into her and quickly settling into a fast and rough pace.

The room was filled with a cacophony of sound as they lost themselves to each other: swallowed moans, muffled groans, sharp grunts, sighs, skin slapping against skin, the gushing of her wet cunt around him and the crack of their headboard slamming against their bedroom wall. Every thrust pulled another shamelessly loud and lewd moan from her lips - all of which he greedily and eagerly swallowed as he moaned and groaned into her mouth in return.

Minute after minute, from root to tip she swallowed him over and over again - wrapping her legs around his hips to force him closer to her body, scratching desperately at his back as she approached her own climax. Though for his own part he wasn’t far behind, his pace faltering and stuttering as the inviting warmth of her pussy pushed him ever closer to the edge of his climax. Then, after a short time of desperately seeking out her pleasure, he couldn’t stop himself from slipping over the precipice and reaching his orgasm - trying to warn her and pull out only to be pulled closer and urged to give her everything he had to offer.

And give he did; spilling his cum plentifully into her fluttering hole with several jerky thrusts - giving so much that it dripped out of her and onto the bedsheets beneath them as she continued to grind and buck into him. Until she herself came too, breaking the kiss to throw her head back and scream his name as she squirted her climax around his overly sensitive and softening cock: moaning, whimpering, bucking, jerking, pulling him against her with her legs around his hips and digging her nails so harshly into his shoulders that it was starting to draw blood.

Too much. Too much. Too much.

Yet he still couldn’t get enough of her as they gradually came down from their highs and returned to earth with crooked, tired smiles and hooded eyes with pupils blown wide with lust, pleasure and adoration in its purest forms. Even as they shared a messy, gasping kiss and reluctantly started to part with muscles aching and limbs trembling as they fell back onto the bed.

And even as Grelle curled into his side and playfully nibbled at his earlobe, whispering a promise of “returning the favour” in the morning.

#sleepingdeath #smut #minors dni #black butler x reader #black butler smut #body worship #kuroshitsuji smut #kuroshitsuji x reader #grelle sutcliff x reader #grelle x reader #grelle sutcliff smut #male reader

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milfhandholder · 9 months

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My Personal Headcanons on Grell's Past Life (A Masterdoc)

*with excerpts from a draft that will never see the light of day!

The autism got to me ok

Now before we start, I feel like I have to add some disclaimers, number one being everything about this isn't really based on anything concrete, this is strictly my delusions. Second being if there's a flunk in the time period, ignore it. Turn your brain off.

Mr and Mrs Sutcliff

Before our beloved baby girl, there are, of course, her parents. They're nameless in my head, only going by Mr Sutcliff and Mrs Sutcliff. Grell doesn't remember either (more on that in a later post about her reaper years). Her parents were happily married actually, her father knew he had to marry well and coincidentally fell for the best lady during his time. Her mother fancies a handsome man in a suit, perhaps that's where Grell got her taste in men

Her father had brown hair while her mother had red hair which she inherited along with the kind-yet-kinda-arrogant eye shape her mother has. Yet despite that, she looks more like her father: perpetual smile, sharp chin, a more angled face rather than a rounder one, broad shoulders, his eye color (I have never thought abt her eye color before Dispatch so imagine it as you like). Grell's attitude is a mix of both families, the good and the mostly bad coping response

They also know about her 'homosexuality' and her father states that it's fine as long as no one else knows. Their song is Our Word, TRUST

Early life

1840 - 1858

Grell Sutcliff, in my mind, was born to a wealthy old money family. She was her parents only child and as a son, they knew early on they had to teach her to be a respectable young man to be a good heir for her father's business. She's not close to any of her parents; her dad was fine enough to joke around with but he has his moments of anger (I see them like how Emily Dickinson and her father were potrayed in Dickinson) and her mother—though more soft-spoken—was strict with decorum and required Grell to act appropriately at all times no matter what

She had some cousins but most notable would be Martha who was 8 years old when Grell herself was 18. Martha was Grell's first exposure to her hobbies that are seen as feminine like sewing and dressing up but still no 'awakening' yet

She used to be very obedient and less outspoken with her opinions, some even regard her as a serious person who is above anything that isn't seen as polite. During social events, you can usually find her chatting away with people of the highest status but afterwards, she'll be very tired and would look disgruntled somewhat (my girl is tired of masking). Usually when that happens, she'd slip out of the party for a break, this is where she gets the opportunity of a lifetime, the cataclyst of everything actually

As seen above, at 18, Grell was invited to an event by Aubrey Churchill at his country house (privacy reasons, he said) which was actually more of a lively party for bohemians alike which wasn't something Grell was used to. Though she felt overwhelmed, out of place and slightly judgmental about it at first, she frequents the event more in the future after meeting her best friend Charlotte Moore

Crisis

1858 - 1862

Brown hair, blue eyes, and a fiery spirit, Charlotte was an upper-middle young lady who aspired to be a writer and mostly dabbles in poetry and short stories. She was Grell's first 'gender envy' which Grell misinterpreted as a crush so when Charlotte privately turned down her proposal to court her—stating that she didn't really see Grell as a future husband—, she got over it pretty quick and the two remained friends even when Charlotte moved to New York when they were 22

When Grell turned 19, she met Charlotte's cousin and a son from Grell's family friend, Julian Williams who was around 24 years old, no bitches, no rizz, bad vibes. They became fast friends, too fast actually. Julian's a dick and ended up using her as an experiment/for funsies :///. Charlotte attempted to get Grell cut the relationship off BUT THE ASSHOLE IS LIKE LICE, HE JUST WON'T GET OFF. Eventually, Grell does call their fwb situationship off when they almost got caught and Grell decided that "hey, maybe I don't want to get stoned for getting caught making out with someone who doesn't even like me enough"

Things have not gotten better because at 20, she gets stuck in ANOTHER situationship, girl FIGHT BACK. With none other than Aubrey and Eleanor Churchill (married couples are freaks) who were 25 years old and 20 years old respectively when they first coaxed Grell to join in on their... weird fuck pile. They treated her better than He Who Must Not Be Named and they did ignite her love for theatre and acting but still... on thin ice

Anyway, they don't matter. All you need to know is that they eventually drifted away from the situationship all together because they found someone else

Jane Doe, The Only One Who Deserves Rights

1862 - 1868

MY BELOVED JANE DOE (not her real name obvi), if you've read TWBDT you know she was Grell's wife during her human years and that she was a lesbian who was looking for a beard. Why, you ask? Because Julian is a pisshead who was jealous that Grell moved on to the Churchill and decided that the best way to remedy his jealousy is by spreading a rumor about her 'true nature' as if he wasn't sleeping with her beforehand ://

Mr Sutcliff had no time for such bullshittery and basically told Grell to pack her shit up and get a wife quickly. During this time, Grell wrote a letter to Charlotte:

Idk what else to put during their relationship aside from the fact that it was only with Jane that Grell started to question her gender a bit because she's the only one who isn't a raging transphobic cunt (sorry y'all Charlotte's a victim of her time, she changed later on though). Unfortunately girlie didn't connect the dots faster and ended up having a one-sided crush on Jane rip. They're cute and I wish they were real :( wholesome yuri

DEATH~✩

1869

Unfortunately, all good things do come to an end. 1869 in particular was a hard year for her because that's when the pressure starts caving in on her. Aside from her father forcing them to have kids already, Grell's starting to realize that her life just sucks man. As much as she loved Jane, it's not fun marrying someone for status and appearances only and not for love. Long story short, she ended up breaking down under the intense pressure after a huge fight with her father and she died via slitting her wrists in a locked bathroom in her home with Jane getting inside way too late

Grell died pissed off, believing that her suicide was as an act of revenge against her family because now, they don't have a heir that came directly from their bloodline, and overall became a bitter and jaded person she was in the reaper OVA

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #grell sutcliff #kuroshitsuji grell #kuroshitpost #TUMBLR DELETED THIS TWICE MIND YOU

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imaginemyshipswithme · 1 year

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how about 3, 6 and 10 for grell?

Grell, my beloved! It's your time to shine!

3: "Dance, Dance" - Are there any songs you strongly associate with you and your f/o? Any specific lyrics from them that really gets you thinking of you two?

Probably Paris by The Chainsmokers. Especially the chorus; "If we go down, the we go down together. We'll get away with everything. Let's show them we are better."

6: "I've Got a Dark Alley and a Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth (Summer Song)" - If you could only relive one moment with your f/o forever, what would it be? What would theirs be?

Mine would have to be when she blocked an attacker from getting to me. I've never been more attracted to her in my life. Hers might be when I told her I loved her. The look in her eyes was so wholesome.

10: "I Slept with Someone in Fall Out Boy and All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me" - Was it love at sight for both of you or did it take time for you to develop feelings for each other?

Grell says it was love at first sight for her, but it definitely took me a few meetings to really develop feelings.

Under The Cork Tree Ask

#✂️ [grell]#📤 message received 📤#f/o community #self shipping community

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speckle-meow-meow · 2 years

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I love you~

{Hello nobody asked for this but Imma do it anyways, enjoy!!}

Grell x gn-reader

Headcanons 🥰

* Okay so to me I feel like grell would struggle to actual say 'I love you' in a meaningful way

*BUT hear me out our QUEEN has not had actual love but from us she shall

*So from grell the 'love you's' are more like quick 'I love you' like out the door quick

*But in emotional situations like arguments, or death situations (EX: your Ciel's sibling helping him in cases) she will say I love you

* even though she flirts with many people (Sebastian, William, ETC)

*She will always love you!

Okay now story-time!!!

warning: Angst!!!!

Your POV:

It was dark and cold outside you and your brother Ciel were waiting out in the ally way with Sebastian, waiting for Jack-the-Ripper to kill his next target.

You had already known that your Beloved Grell was a grim-reaper and knew that she did this line of work, plus you had a hunch that she was working with Madame Red you just didn't want to tell Ciel.

Suddenly they're was a scream and you all rushed to were it was that is when you saw her...Grell, covered in blood it didn't really phase you because you seen her like this before but decided to act surprised for not to raise suspicion, "Its not what it looks like!" (Btw I don't really remember some of this episode so a lot of the characters lines are gonna be wrong) she shouted in hopes that they would believe her "Well well well, so it was you Grell sutcliff~"

Sebastian said in a velvety voice Ciel stood there while Grell reviled her true form which you always preferred over that butler form she used when working with others with Madame Red, You grabbed Ciel and moved him out of the way and against the wall that was until you saw Madame Red, you kinda tuned out the conversation she had with you and Ciel saying how she wished we were never born, Until I saw something gleam in the moon light and saw a knife.

My instincts kicked in and I jumped in-front of Ciel in hopes that it would block him from getting stabbed and... it did for I was the one to get stabbed instead,

Grells POV:

While I was fighting Bassy~ I looked over to my darling (Y/N) but instead of seeing them fighting I saw them falling...

3rd Pov:

The whole world seemed to stop for Grell suddenly as if it was in slow motion (Y/N) was falling to the ground and Grell pushed Sebastian away from her in hopes she would get to you before you fell, and she did Ciel was shocked to see the reaper caught his sibling and ran over to them.

Grell put (Y/N) in Ciels arms and walked over to Madam Red...

Your POV:

It was as If everything was going in slow motion the whole world stopped thats when someone caught me before falling to the ground... It was Grell she was saying something you couldn't quite comprehend because of the ringing in your ears but she looked very worried.

Grells Pov:

I was walking to Madam Red with my chain-saw ready to cut someone... and that someone was Madam Red SHE hurt the only person who I will ever care about and she will DIE

Madam Reds POV:

Grell was slowly walking t'word me and I felt a sudden sharp pain.... Grell had stabbed me with his chain saw (I know Grell is female because she's trans but back then no one new exempt doctors maybe some, but they thought it was disgusting and stupid basically trans phobic, But I fell that madam red would understand but still mess up and not get it at the same time).....

3rd POV:

Everyone was still and shocked to see the scene before them...

Grells POV:

After I killed madam red I ran over to (Y/N) to see if my beloved was going to be okay (Ok so I think Grell might have medical experience because madam red might get hurt during some killings but thats my version of Grell) they were going to be okay they just needed medical attention soon.

~5 days later~

3rd POV:

You were still in bed getting treated by the best doctors for your brother was very worried for you even thought he doesn't show it.

Grell was by your side non-stop only being dragged away by William for jobs, but she always came back to you.

Your POV:

Grell was cuddling me in bed being careful not to hurt me before my wounds fully healed. "I love you Grell" I said while slowly falling asleep.

Grells POV:

"I love you Grell" was all I heard before little snores, I blushed at the fact that they loved me they really loved me.... "I love you to (Y/N) Sleep well" I kissed their head and laid down with them

(I hope you really like this one-shot feel free to re-blog both re-blogs and likes are appreciated, If you want anymore feel free to ask)

#grell x reader #black butler x reader #black butler

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nanamisflowerfield · 3 years

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Hi!! Can you maybe do A black butler one of sebastian, grelle and undertaker (seperately) with a S/O who's like a ghoul (like from tokyo ghoul?)

Hey!~ Thanks for the request! I tried my best and to make it long but at the end I couldn‘t... I am so sorry ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡ The thing is... I read Tokyo Ghoul, but it is so long ago that I forgot everything like everything except for a few characters...? So I had to read through the tokyo ghoul wiki about ghouls a few times and i hope that I did it alright... I am so sorry, if it isn‘t good! Really! Forgive me! (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)

warning: cannibalism!

Requests: [still open~]

(I will edit it later for the pics...)

😈 You were a dream team and a power couple!

😈 At first Sebastian thought that you were a normal human being, until the day he saw you eating a human! He was surprised, but got interested in you.

😈 “Oh my… You are not a human, dear (y/n)? Might you be a ghoul?” And he was right.

😈 You figured it out too, that he was a demon. I mean… No body is perfect and Sebastian just seems like a perfect man. That’s soooo not normal!

😈 You two protect Ciel and each other all the time, for you are just a mere maid/butler to the young lord.

😈 Whenever you are getting hungry, Sebastian brings you something to eat!~ (humans and sometimes ghouls…)

😈 You two kill your Ciel’s enemies faster than light.

😈 The young lord is disgusted by ghouls, which is why you aren’t alone with him in a room, but whenever Sebastian is nearby, Ciel won’t get nervous. Who wouldn’t be nervous around somebody who might kill and eat you?

😈 The entire household thinks of you as a normal perfect human, just like Sebastian, which is why they ship you two so much! (Even Mey-Rin! Sure, she is a little jealous, but she sees you as her friend and knows, that you two belong together!)

😈 Unfortunately Grell is not so supportive of your relationship. He always tries to kill you, but Sebastian has your back, even though you can protect yourself!

😈 You two are just the greatest demon butler x ghoul maid/butler couple ever!

👠 How comes that Grell isn’t interested in Sebastian anymore…? Good question, my dear! Grell fell for you the first time the grim reaper had lied their eyes on you! You just looked so super strong, perfect and the kick he received from you, when Grell accidently surprised you, …. It was like a love confession for the grim reaper!

👠 “My deaaaar!~ Are you hungry?~” You hear behind you the voice of your beloved.

👠 Grell will always be there for you. Giving you the corpses Grell finds thanks of the redhead’s work.

👠 Some might think, that a grim reaper and a ghoul would never get along, because a ghoul might eat the human faster than the grim reaper could get its soul, but Grell is very happy to have you by their side!

👠 You even help him with his job, because of your great senses and nose. You always know whenever somebody is going to bleed out.

👠 Grell will always hug you, whenever you eat your food. It might be bloody, but Grell won’t care, as long as you are by Grell’s side. The poor long-haired Sutcliff needs to go to work every day and will always be super happy to see you!

⚰️ “Ohhh, don’t worry!~ They won’t take a look into the coffin! Feel free to eat!~”

⚰️ And that’s what you did! You always had something to eat at Undertaker’s place.

⚰️ Since you met the one and only Undertaker, you knew that you would never get hungry again.

⚰️ Surprise, surprise! He knew since day one, that you were a ghoul and got interested.

⚰️ The day you two became a couple, he asked you thousands of questions. “Are you really stronger than usual human beings?” “Why did you puke? Are my cookies really that bad?” “Mhh… So you guys don’t have to eat every day? Amazing!~ Tell me more!”

⚰️ You often hear him giggling, whenever you are around him or talk about other ghouls, who are hiding from humans.

⚰️ “Do you ghouls have any funny jokes? Tell me, tell me!~ Hihihihi”

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owlsbride · 4 years

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This Too Shall Pass

Chapter III: The Reaper.

London was no longer London. At least not the London he had come to love. Now it was a mix of modern buildings as tall as the sky itself. The old carriages over the years had been replaced by modern cars much faster and more compact at the same time. Now there were buses and even high-speed subway trains. Modernity was a new world and infinite possibilities. There was no misinterpretation, he had adapted well throughout all these years. He had learned to use every technological advance that came his way: cell phones, computers, the glorious internet, television. He even enjoyed from time to time going to the movies. He had learned that the latter was not significantly different from how people's cinematics records worked and that in a way filled him with pride. Even if he was a deserter, he had to accept that his people were far more intelligent and advanced than humans. He was used to modern life; it could be said that he even enjoyed it. He had come to learn some of the little pleasures that this era could bring him. He could sit for hours in some trendy little cafe, (where in order to pay a cup of tea, a regular person would have to consider selling a kidney on the black market) just to watch humans live their lives as fast as possible, coming and going without even pausing for a second to look to the side or behind, without even having the slightest consideration for what they did to the other or to the world in which they lived. These people lived oblivious of the finiteness and fragility of their bodies. They walked around proud of their cars, their clothes, their lovers and their promising careers, never stopping to look at or ask the needs of the others, never acknowledging that in the end death was inevitable and that at the last breath she equalled them all. Royalty, politicians, businessmen or beggars, they would all follow the same path and some of his former colleagues would be willing and able to judge them and take them without the possibility of the slightest protest. Oh these humans, they would never know what they got till is lost forever. He had lost everything once, even his sanity, and he was sure he would not do it again. Not now that he saw things as they were. His obsession with death had long been replaced by his obsession with life. That was what had driven him away from what had made him a legend so long ago, and what drives him crazy every time a little more. It was the burning desire to know what life was afterlife itself. How to prolong it, recover lost moments, and why not, create new ones. How to find once again what was lost and how to restore it as an exquisite work of art. Ironically, to reach his goal, he needed death: he was tied to it, and just today, in these times, the business of death was dying. Hilarious. Something as simple as passing, now it was complicated. In the good old days, when he had decided to turn his back on everything he knew, he had become London's best-known mortician. With his small business in Camden Town, he had had access to the most extraordinary elites of English society, and yet also made important contacts with simple commoners. As an undertaker, he had connections, the most varied and they all turned to him. Of course, he was not moved by money, he had never cared, he simply demanded in return a good joke that would make him laugh. After all, even death was not to be taken too seriously. He ran his business diligently getting to know more people than he ever imagined, one more curious and entertaining than the other. As an informant for the queen's watchdogs, he had managed to get into the elite, and thus each subject of study reached him without significant problems. He was happy, Oh what wouldn't he give for listening to the Earl's little voice once more asking for information? That butler was an incredible specimen, and he would have loved to dissect him. Oh lord, if only the little boy wouldn't be so stubborn about his stupid vengeance. Today the Parlour was not enough. Undertaker knew that if he wanted to continue his investigations even nearly 200 years later and with many incredible technological improvements, he had to be able to access another source of income. Modern times meant diversifying. Today, everyone's favourite mortician was no longer called to make arrangements for the afterlife. No. Now there were hundreds of other undertakers who did the same as him. Therefore, a place in the hospital morgue had been secured for some time. Who better than him, after years and years of seeing corpses to perform an autopsy and making himself time to take a look at his hidden agenda secretly? So yes, Undertaker was happy. Even if he missed the old times sometimes, he still ran his Parlour in the afternoons and was a forensic doc in the mornings. Just like a superhero with a secret identity, thinking about it, too many identities. Undertaker was sitting on the counter at his place, his long booted legs swinging lazily. The newspaper rested next to him, he had just finished reading the news, and they were hopeless, people in London were dying in droves, more like hundreds a day and that sort of hurt. Of course, he had witnessed other pandemics and knew very well what the consequences were. Not only did people die from the disease itself, but the devastation left, and the collateral damages were incalculable. It was as if the Horseman of the Apocalypse from the bible really put his feet on the slaughtered Earth. Undertaker knew that by now his fellow shinigamis would be desperate from overwork and felt sorry for them. How much would the lists of people to die have increased in recent months? He also felt sorry for the doctors who work non-stop to save lives. Two sides of the same coin: medical services and shinigamis, both barely surpassed by an infamous virus invisible to everyone's eyes, even his own. He regretted his work in the hospital too, it had been interrupted in these months, and he no longer had access to people's bodies for security measures. Obviously, the virus did not affect him in the least, but he had to keep up appearances. He sighed bored as his black nails drummed on the surface of the counter, he had no pending work, and he only had to wait. Sighed and wait. No more laugh, no more research, no more hilarious strange glances from his fellow doctors, nothing. Just desolation in every corner. His day couldn't get any worse, he burnt his bone-shaped cookies and was running out of tea. He would have to go to the store soon. He hated the store, he much preferred Lau's herbs, even the funny ones, those who made people laugh and relax when used in the right amount, and if not, still, he was not one to judge. So picking up the keys, he was ready to go out when something or somebody took him by surprise. "Heh heh, but if it's none other than the red shinigami ~ Tell me, sweety, Dear William gave you some free time?" "Undertaker, always a pleasure ..." Grell began nervously. Being in front of the legend of the shinigamis made him nervous "I have a favour to ask you." "A favour? Hmm ... How long has it been since the last one?" The silver-haired man chuckled, removing his bangs from his eyes. "You know what to do ~ give it to me first. Come on, you know what I want." "Undertaker ..." Grell pleaded "Now is not the time, besides you know I don't know how to do it." "My my, your face is priceless; you are still a nervous wreck." The Undertaker smiled almost fondly at the younger reaper. "What do you want?" "I need you ..." Undertaker raised an interested eyebrow, putting the keys back where he had found them, the tea could wait. Not every day a Shinigami would show up at the doors of a deserter asking for help. "I mean... WE need you." "You mean the London Despatch?..." Disbelief in his words, Grell nodded "Now, that's the joke of the century Grell, come on, I don't have time, I'm running out of tea". Grell Sutcliff rolled his eyes. He hadn't changed in years, Undertaker was just the same and he kind of like it. If it weren't for his relationship with William, Oh, the things he could do to the revel grim reaper in front of him. "Really, Undertaker? Is that what you do now? Take tea like an old lady?" the red-head spoke loudly, pointing at Undertaker's hidden scythe. "Well ... I'm quite old after all" Undertaker smiled and Grell pouted. "Ok, Ok. Why don't you take a seat on one of my special coffins and explain yourself?" Grell blew out the breath he didn't know he was holding and accepted the invitation. It was his idea after all, and he couldn't bring a no for an answer to his beloved William.

The chilly winter covered the city with a heavy mist. The sky threatened to snow at any moment. It didn't take long to convince him. Once young Grell Sutcliff had finished telling him his crazy plan and talked about how much the Despatch needed the help, he was ready to go. Plus, the red riper dared to say that the snob William T. Spears would have more than a headache knowing that he, the renegade shinigami, would accomplish the task better and faster, and nothing made him happier than bother poor Will. He was ready to wear the shinigami outfit one more time. He had to admit that he had missed it and that there was nothing like fieldwork. He was prepared to prove that no one could ever match him. Within just a few hours, he had been able to carry out the work of four shinigamis together and was just getting started. He caressed his lifelong companion with devotion, he had never gotten rid of his lover, and today they were walking together once more. His scythe was fantastic, and he loved her. Standing on the terrace of the hospital, he checked the list one more time. There were only two names left before the end of the shift when something caught his attention. She wasn't on the list moments ago. Her name had appeared suddenly, and she should not be there: Gwenhwyfar O'Doherty. He knew her, he had seen her from time to time in the corridors of the hospital. The young Irish doctor, lovely green eyes, cute freckles, she was so full of life. Working diligently every day to save others and yet here she was about to take the somersault that would make her, at best, one of his own kind. She wasn't ready to go, the world needed her. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, dear~ You are very much need it right now~." and his soft chuckle got lost in the winter night.

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ac3has6l00d · 4 years

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Aaannnd our lovely Grell is complete with her beloved chainsaw (and a dumb snapchat meme).

There was an attempt to do a "Victorian" hairstyle from memory (I clearly failed but Oh well) and I had a new necklace as my chain for her.

My two sense and dumb personal shit below

Cosplaying as Grell does give me a bit of a boost of confidence. She is always smiling and she is always herself, which, to me, is hard. But she as a character has taught me so much about loving what and who you chose and be your own bitch because nobody else would be that bitch.

God damn I fucking love her so much lolol, she deserves good things (she deserves everything I mean she is a fucking queen).

#yes #red's face #black butler grelle #grelle sutcliff #red cosplays #grell sutcliff #grell closet cosplay #kuroshitsuji grell #black butler #kuroshitsuji

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red-butler · 4 years

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Ring Popping the Proposal

Based on the headcanon from @deadly-safety-scissors

Also up on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25346248

The Bardcliff proposal!

It started, as many bad ideas do, with a visit to the pub. Bard, Eric, Alan and Ron were in the mortal realm, celebrating Alan’s promotion to head of first year training and moving from pub to pub, getting steadily more and more drunk and more and more silly and excitable as they did so. It was closing on two on the morning by now and all of them had reached the stage where what would normally be considered stupid, nay suicidal, ideas were becoming absolutely brilliant plans that they just had to do.

“You-you’ve gotta do it Bard!” Ron laughed, glasses askew. “It’ll be the bestest thing ever!”

“I don’t actually wanna die you guys!”

“Nooooo, she won’ kill you!”

“She’s too much in lovey dovey goodness with you.”

“I ain’t risking my-my...uh…” Bard frowned as his train of thought failed him. “I ain’t risking my life on that. She’ll kill me. Again.”

“But it’ll be sooooo funny!” Eric grinned, Alan nodding beside him.

Bard spared a moment to think that all his friends were evil bastards who were actually out to get him killed, but the drunken haze pervading every one of his thoughts was beginning to sway him.

“Where would we even get one bad enough?”

“I know!” Ron’s hand shot up in the air like he was back in training again. “Oh, pick me!”

“Go on…”

“There’s a little toy thingy, you know, where you...um...put the money in and getta toy back? It’s nearby an’ it does rings!”

“Yeah!” Eric jumped to his feet. Or staggered rather, catching hold of the edge of the table to stop himself keeling over. Alan and Ron followed him up, dragging a still somewhat reluctant but getting caught up in it all Bardroy with them. All four wandered out of the pub and into the night.

Finding a specific location when you were drunker than a skunk was harder than expected, and it took nearly twenty minutes of peering at shops and around corners, giggling like children as the silly adventure took over them. By the time they actually found the toy dispenser Bard was completely on board with the idea they’d come up with. Ron came to a halt and gestured proudly to the dispenser. It was a cheap one that took pound coins and gave plastic children’s jewellry in return. Necklaces, bracelets and most importantly rings in a variety of colours.

All reapers began digging through their pockets looking for spare change and fumblingly slotting coins into the machine. Alan checked through each toy as it fell out.

“Gold necklace...blue ring...bracelet with, um, kitten on it...yellow ring...bracelet with a shell on it...gold necklace...green ring...red ring, oh! Oh! Red ring!” He triumphantly held up the ring and all four reapers gathered around it eagerly.

“It’s hideous!” Eric said in awe. It rather was, chunky cheap plastic with a large translucent red ‘jewel’ sticking a good inch out. The seams were obvious and there was a very obvious ‘made in china’ stamped on the side.

“And...you want me to propose to Grelle using this?” Bard asked, staring at the ugly thing.

“Yes.”

“She’s gonna kill me.”

“But it will be so so worth it won’t it?”

“Well…” Bard looked at the ring and tried to imagine the look of sheer outrage on his beloved Grelle’s face when he proposed to her using this.

“But you’ve gotta do it properly!” Alan chipped in. He might seem the sane one, but Bard had a sneaking suspicion that Alan had been the instigator of this whole idea.

“Properly?”

“You’ve got to be wearing...wearing the worst clothing you can find, and ask in the most casual way..and not shaved and everything!”

“Are you mad!” Bard exclaimed, but he was laughing at the same time.

“Nope! But she’s gonna be!” Eric laughed, sitting on the damp pavement and putting on all the rejected jewellry. Ron was still entranced by the hideous red ring as Alan kept trying to persuade Bard to get himself killed in the most exquisitely painful way possible.

“Come on guys...I can’t propose to her like that, she deserves better than that…”

“We’re not saying it has to be the real proposal!” Ron said, “You can-can do a proper one later! This’ll be great though!”

“Well…”

“Aw, go on Bard! You’re only gonna get to do this once, so may as well have fun with it! Right?”

“But-”

“Come on!”

“Please?”

“I’m sure she’ll forgive you, eventually…”

Bard looked back at the red ring, thought about just how angry Grelle would get with a proposal that seemed so sloppy and half hearted. She would be incandescent with utter fury. He wondered how it would feel to get a chainsaw straight through his head while she banshee screeched at him. She was beautiful when she was angry, his red red queen.

“Aww, alright.”

All three other Reapers broke into loud cheering, Ron and Alan doing a bizarre drunken dance as Bard agreed to their scheme.

“But if she kills me, I’m haunting you lot forever.”

“She won’t kill you, she looooooooves you!”

“Oh! I’m going to film it! We can never forget this night!”

“Ron, she will kill you too.”

“It’ll be worth it!” He chirped.

“Well if Ronnie’s going to be there, I should probably be as well. Jus’ to stop Grelle actually murdering either of you.” Eric said, hauling himself up off the pavement with Bard’s help.

“I suppose that means I’d better be there too. To stop you lot getting into trouble.” Alan said.

“Stop-stop us getting in trouble?” Bard spluttered, staring at the shorter man. “This whole thing was your idea! You’re the one getting us into trouble, not out of it!”

Alan simply shrugged, looking very pleased with himself and Bard gave up. Alan might seem innocent but he was the worst of the lot of them for coming up with ideas for getting them all in trouble.

“I don’t know why I spend time with you lot…”

“Because you looooooooooove us!” Ron laughed.

“Urgh, I’m getting too sober for this...shall we head back to the pub?”

“That, Bardroy, is the best idea any of us has had all night!”

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #my writing #bardcliff #grell sutcliff #bardroy #baldroy #Eric Slingby #Alan Humphries #Ronald Knox #proposal #this is a bad idea #bard #get better friends

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bapydemonprincess · 4 years

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The Birth of Ambrose

Picrew used: https://picrew.me/image_maker/119992

The story of what happened the night Ambrose, Sebastian and Agni’s second child, was born.

"̷̤̄̇̃̎̚͠M̷͕̬͂̅́͒ͅY̵̨͓̖̯̟̺̟͑̓̊͘ͅ ̵͚͍̗̭̺͖̰͗B̴̡̛͈͔̰̻͙̿͛̿̚͝Á̵̱̙͔̩̄̉̀̍͐̆͘B̷̢͔͕̖̳͙̒̅̐̈́̌Y̸̰̰͑!̶̧͇̦̠̱̙͙̦̏̂̉͠"̸̩̭̍

The roar echoed around the cottage, and the surrounding vicinity outside, scaring away every type of little woodland creature in the area.

It sounded again, even more intense, feeling as if it could shake and crack the Earth itself.

"̶͖̺͙̖͉̠̎͊́̌G̷̺̘̟̺͖͉͙̖͒͛̔̐̕͘I̸̪͇̪̯͋̐V̴͉̖̱̉̌̽̊̏E̶̝̳̣̳͌ ̶͌͊̿͜͝M̸̝͠E̷̛̞̊͛̃̒̚̕͘ ̸͖̜̬̲̙̙̙̜̿̇̆̀̀̊̑͝B̶̧̖͙̈́̋͝Ǎ̵͇̯̦̞̞̟͐͜ͅC̷̝̯͕̞̀͌͑̿̓͐͘͠K̵͎̄̽ ̷̛̥͎͖̱̝̲͗͆͊̉͐͜M̴̖͎̥̥͂̊͒̂̈́̂Ý̵̢̺̜͔̤͒̀͒͆̒̚̚ ̴̡͖͔̽̊̉̀͑͘̚B̴̞͚͒̓A̵̙͎̝̜̦̱̒͂̽͘̕B̸̥̊̓͋̐͊͋̉͝Ý̴̧̮͈̐͊!̸̧͉̰̂͐̅"̶͖͇̀͐̈́̉̌̾

One more roar, that seemed to reach out for acres, maybe over oceans.

Within the cottage that the hellish shrieks came from, Sebastian Michaelis was struggling with all her might against the strength of a mortal endowed with the power of the Goddess Kali, the strength of a grim reaper who had almost torn the demon to shreds in the past with her death scythe, and the demon’s own first born child Aarushi, who not only also was blessed with Kali’s powers, but also the demon in question’s own powers.

All three tried their very damndest to restrain the demon in place, firmly, forcefully, and against her will as long as they could.

For it was the only way to keep the hellish creature from lashing out against Hannah Annafellows, who was working as quick as possible to clean the newborn now in her grasp-- also screaming away as she did so --cut the umbilical cord still connecting them to their mother, and then whirl back to face the group feet away, waiting anxiously for her orders.

She’d already used her powers to magically apprehend the feral mother-to-be, wrists and legs forced back against the bed, but that may not work for the duration of this process, especially once Hannah really got to work on her next task.

“Keep holding her until I return. Do NOT release her under any circumstances!” The older demon commanded, while already rushing out towards the front door of her cottage, the baby in her clutches now perfectly encased in a bubble of her powers to shield anything and everything from the demonic essence surrounding the baby, trying to get at anything it could.

Then, as the door shut behind her, the demon in question the trio had been left with let out a horrible, gut-wrenching wail. Screeching out, at first just noises, and then started making words. But it was not decipherable by the ones present this time. This time, whatever she was saying was clearly something in ancient tongues, and likely directly from Hell itself.

One thing was certain, the words were likely not pleasant.

“M-Moonlight, please,” Agni was trying again, though it was hard to talk at all when most of his energy was spent on holding his own beloved back.

“Agni, just do as Han says!” Grelle told him, raising her voice as high as she could over the angry beast. “I doubt you’ll be able to reach the poor thing at all until this is all over!”

Agni choked on a sob at this, tears welling up once more.

This was definitely not how he’d hoped to spend the day of his new son’s birth.

“M-Mama, Mama please stop!” Aarushi however hadn’t stopped pleading. Even while Hannah had been still there working and then issuing her command, the young halfling had gripped arms around their mother’s upper midriff and-- despite following Hannah’s order’s --tried their damndest to reach the older demon.

“Please, please, Auntie will be back, it’ll all be okay!!” They continued, tears constantly running down their face.

But it was no use. Just as the reaper had thought. Nothing would reach Sebastian at this point. Nothing except for what she most desired, and would hopefully, eventually get... Her newborn son; Alive, safe, and ready to meet them all.

Grelle knew at this point in her immortal life, with her beloved Hannah, she’d likely never experience similar things such as motherhood; But with how long she’d known this family, and this demon, the reaper found her emerald eyes behind her bright red glasses growing rapidly misty with tears as well.

“I’m sorry Sebastian,” She hissed out, sharp teeth gritted while she used all her strength to hold the demon down. “It’s for your own good, you know. It’ll be worth it. It’ll.. It must be worth it.” She choked out, eyes shutting finally against her will. “Please, please hurry Han.” She hissed out.

As if on cue, the group struggling inside could soon make out some very odd and alarming noises coming from outside. It seemed almost similar to something like thunder rumbling and roaring, only much closer than thunder usually was. If it did get any closer, though, the trio inside couldn’t equally assuming it would shake them just like the real deal.

It.. must be whatever Hannah was doing outside with the baby. Whatever it was, it must be something powerful if she’d needed to run outside to do it, and it made noises like that.

Soon, amongst those rumblings, and over the demon roars of Sebastian, the three in the cottage could overhear another noise. It sounded similar to the noises Sebastian was making, but in a higher, lighter tone... Almost like.. like.. a baby demon...

Even Agni and Aarushi started to focus more on the noises than their own despair, enthralled and fascinated by whatever it was.

And after one final supposed boom of power-- again very much like a large thunder clap --the noises from outside all seemed to gradually fade... to... nothing.

Even Sebastian seemed to suddenly halt in all her relentless struggling.

Actually.. that seemed to be a bad sign, for her pupils also shrunk after that, her mouth parting further despite no noise falling from her mouth, skin paling and her body only just barely shook a bit, as if from a sudden temperature drop.

But this change actually had nothing to do with temperatures at all.

With Sebastian’s honed in senses, not only just because she was a powerful demon, but because she was now automatically linked to the life source she had just birthed, she could automatically make out a change in it right outside after all that.

After the odd wails and thunder noises had died, so too had the energy she had known to be her baby all this time.

It hadn’t simply dimmed a little like a light, but completely vanished in seconds.

Suddenly, Grelle felt an odd, overwhelming urge to run, and because it was so out of the blue, she had an inkling it wasn’t a natural thing she should be feeling with, as her sharp eyes soon noticed the seeming of black misty, inky... stuff coming from Sebastian, seeping out... flooding off of the bed and onto the floor...

“S... Sebastian...” She hissed out, though finding herself terrified to even speak up, she did so anyway, for she knew she must fight against whatever this OBVIOUS manipulation tactic was.

The cottage itself they stood in seemed to creek and groan, as if it too was affected for some reason, and the reaper feared despite the demon’s powers looking to be only seeping out around the circumference of the bed, it was somehow reaching out in other ways, too. Affecting other things...

Agni was crying again, head dipped. He was clearly fighting whatever he was feeling, teeth gritted. He bowed his head and leaned in as close as he dared to his wife, hissing out something in Bengali, too low for even the reaper to comprehend. But most likely trying to still assure her it was alright.

How this mortal man still kept up such a strong will under so much duress, Grelle had absolutely no clue.

“Seb... Seb... Sebastian, stop!!” Grelle managed, though for some reason getting out words she really wanted to say seemed difficult too, some how.

And in that second, those slit cat-like eyes were on her.

Grelle was stuck in that red pool. That ugly, horrifying pool. That deep sea of torture and despair, and she swore she heard herself sob, her strength on holding Sebastian starting to loosen....

"̵̲̥̊̌͠S̷̨̤̹̒̾̇͌t̶͙̝̱͒̀͘ồ̶̹͝ͅp̸̬̮̽́̑̌ ̴̼̅̿̈́N̸̲͓̰̦͒͆a̸̡̺̍̒́͠ͅb̵͍̘͑̓͝͝e̴͕̿͝ȑ̴̤i̴̋̀̍͜ṷ̷̚ş̵̤̟͇̑̈̏̀.̸̮̫̻̒̎̈́ͅ"̷̰̯̽̐͛͛

A low snarl suddenly snapped the reaper out of whatever hold the demon had had on her, and she immediately scowled herself, squeezing HARDER as she glared at Sebastian. Mighty pissed off at being used that way..

Agni blinked, as if waking from a daze, and looked around at everything.. before it all came back to him, and he whipped his head around at where that snarl had come from.

Hannah stood in front of the front door.

She didn’t dare move a step more inside.

She just stood there in place firmly, on the threshold, scowling at the other demon in a very serious warning. For though she understood entirely what the new mother was going through, to go to such lengths as trying to manipulate Agni and GRELLE’S mind to get them to release their hold on her, was a very dirty move.

When Hannah spoke again, she was now only doing so in their language, to address the Marquis solely. And whatever she was saying, was clearly very reprimanding, for Hannah’s teeth were bared, and her own eyes gleamed red in the dim, dark cottage. Her cottage.

“Calm yourself Naberius. Calm yourself now, or I will step in no further in with your babe.” Hannah was telling her in their tongue.

Sebastian growled out again, briefly getting enraged once more.

“You- You DARE threaten me with MY OWN CHILD THAT I’VE BIRTHED after TAKING HIM AWAY AND D-DOING WHAT I KNOW YOU DID TO HIM! HOW DARE YOU!!! HOW DARE YOU- YOU OLD, HORRIBLE, UNJUST-”

“NABERIUS.”

Everyone shot their heads up as if on command to stare at Hannah Annafellows, who still did not move an inch, who still held the newborn perfectly fine, and yet the look in her eyes currently was the most murderous look any of them had ever seen on her face.

“The baby would have died had I not done a thing. And the creature left residing would likely tear every non-demonic being here to shreds, or would have TRIED to at the very least. But now he is still alive, despite what he has lost. He is your SON. And he is ready to meet you. Do you wish for your SON, above all else, as he is now, or do you wish to gripe for eternity.. and get NOTHING? Because I assure you, little. Foolish. Marquis Naberius, this is not the first time I’ve ended up having to protect YOUNG from their own family.”

And at that point, after making that speech in their tongue to the new mother, said mother in question had slowly straightened, mouth curling down, lips quivering, and tears brimming in those bright red eyes.

“Please....” Sebastian choked out, completely in english and her tone much more human-like now. “Please... g-give me my baby... Miss... A-Annafellows.”

Hannah stood one second longer, face still serious and stern, before it gradually softened, and she looked to Grelle and Agni and Aarushi.

“You can let her go now.”

And so they did, as Hannah finally moved closer, gently and carefully repositioning the bundle in her arms, and showing them the baby and how he looked before she’d finally give him up.

He was.. so pale. Even paler than his mother, it seemed. Almost sickly so. His eyes were shut, and most who could not sense anything (Agni and Grelle), were briefly concerned as to why he was so still and silent, eyes shut and not opening.

“He is merely unconscious.” Hannah answered what she knew they needed to know. “What I did caused much of his overall energy to drain, not to mention that.. the demonic side, when it was still present, had already started sapping his life as soon as it could. So he’ll need to recover from that as well.”

Finally, though, the baby was in his mother’s arms, and Sebastian was still crying as she hugged the poor thing close. She was relieved, yes, to finally have him, but also so filled to the brim with guilt.

For it was Sebastian’s own demon influence that had lead to all of this.

“But he did survive. Our precious boy survived, moonlight! I knew deep down, I ALWAYS knew no matter how, he would!” Agni rambled, arms wrapping firmly around his wife and never wanting to let go. He kissed away her tears as much as he could, despite feeling his own still falling, too.

And Aarushi let out a wail that suddenly startled everyone, before the older offspring of Agni and Sebastian ran around to face the front, and see their new sibling closer.

“My... m-my brother! My BROTHER!!! I’M SO HAPPY, MAMA! HE’S FINALLY HERE!!!”

Sebastian finally tore her eyes from the babe to her firstborn, reaching out, and gently touching their face.

“My kitten... I... I am so sorry for what I just.. p-put you through back there.” She choked out, recalling what she’d done through her rage.

Aarushi hugged their mother without hesitation, wings flapping to encircle.

“I don’t care, Mama, I’m just happy it’s over! I’m just so happy- HE MADE IT!!”

The sweet thing was focusing on the baby now, staring down through blurry vision, grinning almost madly at their new baby brother.

“H-hello brother!!” They chirped out.

“Shhh, now, he is... s-sleeping.” Sebastian managed to admonish. “You can say hello later, kitten, a-alright?

Aarushi blinked, as if just now realizing she was right! As if they hadn’t heard a word of what Auntie Hannah had said just seconds ago. But they smiled still, nodding in understanding.

“Okay, mama!” They whispered out, this time, making the parents both chuckle despite all of their tears still present.

They didn’t speak any further. All three staring contentedly at the new baby, and seeming to take a moment t just breathe and calm down.

Meanwhile, Hannah was holding her own precious love close while they both observed, the Matriarch demoness keeping quiet as well, after having investigated if her mate was alright.

“I-I’m fine now, darling. Just... shaken up just like everyone else!” Grelle sputtered out, seeming to try forcing herself to be happy and not think on what had happened back there.

Of course, that did not stop Hannah from thinking on it, for she knew what must have gone on in here while she’d performed the necessary act.

Especially at the part where the poor little babe’s life had almost.. vanished.

She had been too focused on the task to be able to sense what was going on inside, but when she had finally stepped back in, her first glance at the three surrounding the feral demon told her everything she needed to know.

“Han.. I know what you are thinking, and I understand,” Grelle softly spoke up, finally, “but I have also understood Sebastian’s plight from the very beginning. I have been strung along by the story of a hopeful mother-to-be, fearing the worst and hoping only for the best, for ages! And now, we get our grand climax! .. And I only assume the horrible little twist to the tale is just that the poor thing.. had to pay a price to live, yes?” She finished carefully.

Hannah sighed softly, and urged her love over to the couch, for she herself was tired and needed to rest, for once.

When the two were settled down, Hannah finally started to explain all that she had done to the newborn baby to her beloved.

“In order to let the little corvus survive, I had to do something.. I haven’t done in many, many many years.” Hannah looked into space as if to recall to mind the visuals of those early bloody times. “Something very powerful, a power only given to the highest ranked demons, and even then, it was only used when there were no other options left.”

“This was something that came up a lot in the early days, when my kind were even more active than they are now, going off to wars and also standing ground to protect our lands from intruders.”

“Intruders in Hell??” Grelle echoed, eyes widening with confusion and bafflement.

Hannah chuckled a little. “You’d be surprised.” Was all she said on that. But she continued on her line of though, refusing to get sidetracked from the story she needed to tell.

“As you well know by now, demons such as I and such as Sebastian are born with lots of power. And, as hard as it is to believe, we had to earn that power over our long lives. If we had ever gotten out of hand with our inborn gifts, in the same way that poor baby was... well... you know how human’s have to put down rabid animals, yes? We demons must do the same. Early on.. it was only simply wiping them out entirely. Not letting them exist. But then, when demons such as I discovered we had a power.. to take away the abilities of another demon... we knew what we must do.”

Grelle seemed frozen in a state of constant shock and awe at everything her love was telling her.

“So.. all that noise and racket was you... getting rid of the baby’s demonic powers???”

Hannah nodded in affirmation, smiling at her reaper for getting it, but also still looking sad about the matter.

“In other cases, the demon in question is usually much older, and at one point was perfectly in control. When they started acting up, going well... feral if you will.. something had to be done to restore balance. Hence the process of taking away what was making them feral.”

“And in the poor little chap’s case...” Grelle went on, but hesitantly, looking again over at the area where the family of three and their newest member still resided. They had settled down a bit more now, but all accounted still looked a bit shaken. And with good reason now that Grelle was realizing what Hannah had done and what it REALLY meant.

It was very much like when a mortal needed an arm or leg amputated or else they’d likely die!

That poor little new soul... it wasn’t his fault his own demonic essence, that he’d inherited from his mother, had tried to attack him!

“But... does that mean... it’s all gone, Hannah? Does the boy have anything at all? Even a little trace??”

Hannah sighed, gently stroking Grelle’s soft red locks, soothing both her love and Hannah herself with the act.

“As far as I can tell.. I managed to take.. everything. The only demonic parts that did not need taking, are bits of physical traces, like his black fingers, his pupils... perhaps even parts of his mind will still most certainly think like a demon as he ages, and the rest will wonder where everything else is.”

“Oh gods,” Grelle sighed out, slouching a bit. “Just like... realizing as I grew older myself, something was wrong with me.” Grelle immediately shook her head, though. “Oh, no. No no no. I hope it won’t be that bad! The poor thing!”

Hannah nodded in agreement. “Yes, hopefully not exactly like that, but there is indeed something missing, something that was clearly important to his biology... But hopefully it won’t be as rough.” She smiled and squeezed Grelle up close. “Especially not with all of us here, right?”

The reaper beamed, though her lips trembled and she felt once again like crying a little. The poor thing would go through so much! That was very obvious now! But... he would not be alone! They wouldn’t allow it!

So, everyone settled in, and quieted down. Trying to ease their minds now that the true danger was over...

And hopefully... only good things would come for a while now for the boy.

Such as, giving him a name!

“His name must be powerful,” Sebastian was going on a few hours later, unable to look away from her new child as he still slept on. She knew soon he would wake, and need feeding.. (Which Sebastian too felt sad about, as she knew he’d need to instantly be given bottled milk, for she had no natural milk. She hadn’t be prepared!)

“Moonlight, you should know power isn’t everything.” Agni chuckled, reaching out to stroke the tiny, soft, white hairs on top of the boy’s head... He’d have Agni’s hair! The khansama wanted to weep anew.

“It isn’t that, dear, it is just that.. O-Our son has survived through something no baby should have to... And I fear he will go through so much more, as he ages and learns..”

Agni nodded in understanding, leaning in to kiss his wife softly to assure her he’d be open to anything, really.

“He may seem weak, but he will be strong in other ways. And I think despite not being gifted with Kali’s powers, the Goddess, as well as others.. smile upon him. Our little boy..” Agni rambled, and though his wife was a demon of hell first and foremost, she did find comfort most times these days when her husband found such.. positivity from what he believed.

“He reminds me of Hercules, a bit, Papa!”

Both parents blinked, staring at their oldest as Aarushi beamed still at their new sibling.

“Hercules... oh goodness, kitten. That seems a bit-” Sebastian started, smiling to her dear oldest child.

“The story I remember is Hercules went through so much to prove himself worthy, ‘cause he was only half a god!”

Sebastian sighed lightly, rubbing her head, but Agni beamed at his oldest, and nodded.

“Yes, yes! I see this! Those types of stories have always been so interesting, so elaborate! Especially the story of Hercules.”

“We are not naming him Hercules.” Sebastian finally put her foot down, eyebrow twitching.

Aarushi seemed to slouch, pouting and tail and wings drooping...

The demonic mother reached out with a free hand to stroke her poor kitten’s soft hair.

“I know what you were trying to imply though, my dear. And I do appreciate that. I merely feel that our new little one should have a much more... elegant name... He has and will possibly go through much, but that doesn’t mean he has to be burdened with a name that’s...”

“Moonlight...”

“H-Has a reputation, let’s just say.” Sebastian sighed out, and Agni chuckled, gently rubbing her back. Some things never changed...

“You know,” Hannah called from the couch, “that little one certainly put up a fight. And though his immune system is very human and his life span will likely carry on just as such, I feel personally that there is.. in fact.. something very.. immortal to the child... still present.”

Sebastian raised her head to practically squint at the Matriarch, as if suspicious of her and whatever she’d just said...

But looking back down at her precious little boy, just as his eyes started to open, and he too squinted a little.. before opening them more to reveal such beautiful gray, shimmering eyes...

“... Ambrosia.” Sebastian found herself purring out, pulling the quiet little thing close to stare just as much back.

“Little.. immortal one.” She added, and teared up.

Agni choked on a sob, understanding now as he saw the display, and saw his son’s beautiful eyes; A mixture of his and Sebastian’s own demonic slits!

“Ambrose!” He cried, beaming, and Aarushi practically bounced it place, repeating the name too.

After a few more minutes of them all gushing over the named baby, the poor thing started to finally wail, loud and clear, and likely wanting some NOURISHMENT after that ordeal!

And the Matriarch was on it, going straight for the kitchen to get the milk she’d gotten just for this occasion.

“He may be named “immortal one”, but he certainly sounds just like any human babe to me!” Grelle cracked up, but she grinned in delight all the same, for this story did finally have a happy ending! Just like she’d known it would! No matter the challenges the boy faces, this Ambrose would not have to face them alone!

#My writing #my ocs #drabble #Sebastian Michaelis #Agni #Sebagni #Aarushi #Hannah Annafellows #Grelle Sutcliff #grellefellows #Ambrose

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shinigami-mistress · 6 years

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(Evil?) Queen Grell

I was joking around with a story for lovely Queen Grell here, and I actually ended up writing it out fully! It’s a tad long, but I wanted to post it for everyone’s enjoyment. It’s a total crack fic - a fairy tale AU, but I had a blast writing it.

Once upon a time there was a beautiful yet slightly insane queen named Grell who ruled over her chaotic kingdom with flair and a certain deadly charm. She was a beauty to behold with blood red hair, fair skin, and eyes of green and gold, but she was as dangerous as she was beautiful. Everyone approached the queen with great caution as no one wanted to incur her wrath.

Each day began the same for queen, although she typically eschewed routine, and this day was no different. She awoke at her own leisure and then went through an intense beauty ritual. No one, not even her most faithful servants, was allowed to lay eyes on her until her hair was styled, her makeup applied, and her wardrobe perfectly assembled. Today she had styled her hair in loose ringlets that were piled upon her head with only a few curls allowed to cascade down her bare back. Her dress was scarlet - a shade darker than her hair, and clung like a second skin to show off her slender muscles. It was cut low in back; stopping just shy of her hips although the skirt was full. With the dresses gold trim, she truly looked like a present just waiting to be opened.

Finally ready, Queen Grell quit her chamber, but she didn’t go to her throne room or even to the dining hall. Instead, she walked down a long hall to a set of narrow steps that led to a tall tower forbidden to everyone but her. This was also part of her ritual, and everyone had long since learned to stay back. The queen was not to be approached until it was completed.

At the top of the tower was a tiny, round room with a single window that commanded a spectacular view of much of the kingdom. Grell ignored that as she crossed the room to remove a red, velvet curtain from the wall to reveal an ancient mirror.

The black trimmed mirror wasn’t much to look at. There were cracks along the right bottom corner that looked like a growing spider’s web, and the surface had a scratched, burnished appearance that didn’t seem as if it would be good for reflection. Grell, however, ignored all these things as she stepped in front of the mirror.

“Mirror, mirror on the wall,” she began, “Who is the most fabulous of them all?”

“Fu, fu, fu,” a voice laughed, “You know the rules for a request so bold. To hear my truth, a joke must be told.” A face formed in the mirror - a pale face mostly covered by a mass of silver hair. The eyes were hidden, but the mad smile was in plain view. A twisted scar crossed threw the visible flesh before disappearing beneath the hair.

“Stupid mirror,” she growled, “Answer my question before I break you. Am I still the fairest?”

“Temper. Temper, my hothead queen,” replied the mirror, “I have much to reveal. There’s much to be seen. A simple joke - a humble laugh will do, and I will show everything to you.”

Grell shook her head, but thankfully she had heard a joke just the other day. Because of the mirror, she had started collecting jokes so that each day she could hear what the mirror had to say. “In Florence, a young woman who was somewhat a simpleton, was on the point of delivering a baby,” Grell began, “She had been enduring pain for some time and the midwife, candle in hand, inspected her. ‘The baby should be coming,’ said the midwife. ‘Look also on the other side,’ the woman said, ‘My husband sometimes takes that road.’”

The mirror didn’t speak for a few moments. He only shook his head and gave the tiniest of gigglies. “That wasn’t much,” he said, “There was no zing, so I will show you some but not everything.”

“Just show me!” Grell insisted.

The face melted from in view and in its place Grell saw a tall man with pale skin and raven black hair. He moved elegantly, almost catlike as he performed generic servant duties with his own special flair.

“He certainly is a handsome man,” Grell cooed, “Perhaps I should introduce myself.”

“This man, Sebastian is his name, already knows of you and of your fame,” stated the mirror.

“Oh?”

The image faded as the face returned to the forefront to nod. “Sebastian has seen you; has examined your face,” said the mirror, “He called you a freak and a perverted disgrace.”

Grell gritted her rather sharp teeth together. She threw the curtain back over the mirror and rushed out of the room. She raced as fast as she could down to the dungeons - thinking that she was getting quite the workout this morning. At least it was good for her gorgeous legs.

“Othello!” she shouted as she ran into a small room off of the dungeon.

A small man with bushy dark hair looked up as she ran into the room. He smiled around a piece of black licorice, but he didn’t bother standing up. “Well, if it isn’t dear Grell,” he said, “It’s not often you come to visit me.”

“You’re supposed to refer to me Your Majesty,” Grell said, “but that isn’t important now. Do you have my apples ready?”

“Absolutely,” he said, “Although I’m really a scientist and not some sort of evil cook you know.” He jumped to his feet and crossed the room where he picked up a serving tray. There were two apples on the tray - one green and one red. Both looked very ripe and delicious. “The green apple is a special poison apple of my design,” he explained, “Once some takes a bite of it, they will fall into a deep sleep that can only be awakened by a true love’s kiss.”

“Why is it always a kiss?” Grell asked.

“Medieval sorcerer's code, 10577,” Othello answered, “It was one of the few concessions we had to made. Anyway, the green one is poison and the red one is that special love at first sight apple you wanted me to make for Willy poo.”

Grell picked up the apple. “Aw, my dear William,” she said, “One bite of this, and I will melt that cold heart of yours so you will be all mine.” With a laugh, she gathered both apples in her hands. Using her own magic, she transformed her image from that of a glorious queen, to that of a lowly and somewhat plain looking servant. Apples in hand, she set out on her new mission.

As she left, Othello resumed eating his licorice. “Wait,” he mumbled to himself, “Maybe the green one is the love potion and the red one is poison. I don’t know. Grell will figure it out.” He leaned back in his chair as he crossed his arms behind his head.

No one noticed the rather mousy servant with the now long, brown hair exit the castle and run through the kingdom. While Grell hated being seen in such drab attire with boring hair and no makeup, it was the easiest way for her to travel without her guards. Without pausing, she hurried into the surrounding woods.

William, her beloved, was a woodsman, so he was always in the woods this time of day. Following the sound of the axe, she found him rather quickly where he was working with his apprentice, a young blonde man by the name of Ronald.

“Hello, William!” Grell called as she approached. To her great fortune he appeared to be alone. She wouldn’t want Ronald or anyone else accidentally eating the apple. “A fine day to be cutting wood, is it not?”

William paused; his axe casually perched across his right shoulder. “So far, we on schedule, so that’s good,” he answered, as he narrowed his eyes. “You know me by name, but I don’t believe we’ve met.” He was a tall, handsome man. While he wasn’t as flashy as Sebastian, he was still quite easy on the eyes with dark hair, intelligent green eyes, and well made features.

“Oh, you’re just well known is all,” Grell said - half cursing her disguise, “Here, have an apple. I’m sure you’re hungry from all that hard work. Reaching into a basket she had been carrying, she produced the red apple. “I just picked it, so it’s fresh. It would be a delicious snack for you.”

William took the apple hesitantly. “Thank you, I suppose,” he said.

“Just don’t eat it until I get back,” Grell said, as she turned away, “I want you to be looking in my eyes.” Laughing, Grell hurried away.

“Honestly,” William said, as adjusted his glasses. It was a strange encounter, but at least the apple did look appetizing. After wiping it on his shirt, he took a large bite.

From the vision she had seen in the mirror, she knew that Sebastian was currently working at the Phantomhive estate, which was just outside of her kingdom. She hurried to the location, and was happy to see that Sebastian was standing outside, serving some young brat on the lawn. She could have sworn there were actually two brats that lived her, but she never really cared for much details. Sebastian was her target, so she marched straight up to him.

“Working hard, I see,” Grell greeted.

“It is my duty to work as hard as is needed by my master,” Sebastian answered. In person, he was even more charming that just his image, but she would not be deterred. After all, he had supposedly called her a freak.

“From one servant to another, here,” Grell said, as she handed him the green apple, “Please, take a bite.”

“No thank you,” Sebastian said, and he started to drop the apple to the ground.

“Wait!” Grell cried, as she caught the apple, “I insist. You don’t want to be rude now, do you?”

“Sebastian!” the boy yelled, “Just take a bite of the apple and get rid of that freak! We have a lot to do today.”

“Yes, my Lord,” Sebastian said. As instructed, he took the apple and took a large bite of it. He chewed and swallowed the piece, as Grell watched - her disguise fading slowly until she was back to her usual, wonderful self.

“How do you feel?” Grell asked.

“A bit surprised to see you, Queen Grell,” Sebastian said, as he took her arm, “I’m afraid I’ll have to escort you off the property. Master’s orders. Although, for once I find myself hating to have to follow those orders.”

“You do?” asked Grell. Her voice raised in surprise as she was removed from the property. She had expected him to feel weak or at least ill. Othello had assured her the apples worked rather quickly.

“Yes,” Sebastian said, “because I find you rather fetching at the moment.”

Realization struck Grell with the force of a bolt of errant lightning. The apples had been switched! She would have to get her hands on Othello later but she had more important things to worry about at the moment. “William!” she cried as she jerked from Sebastian’s grasp and ran with the speed of a frightened lover back to the woods.

The first thing she saw when she returned was Ronald. He had apparently just been in another part of the woods when she had been here before. The young man was now leaning down over the prone body of William who was lying in a rather awkward position. “William!” she cried again, as she ran to the spot and knelt by his side.

“Oh, Queen Grell!” Ronald exclaimed, as he stood and rubbed the back of his head rather awkwardly. He noticed her attention was on William. “Yeah, the old man just sort of collapsed or something. I found him like this, with this apple by his body.” He held up the apple with a very conspicuous bite missing.

“Get rid of that!” Grell hissed, and she swatted the apple from his hand. Looking back at William, she shook her head. “I told you to wait,” she said, “but no matter. I’ll save you.”

Standing, she straightened her dress. “Make my darling comfortable,” she said, “and I’ll be right back to save him.” With that order, she dashed behind a clump of trees while Ronald was left only to stare down at William.

All it took was a kiss, but soon her darling would be looking straight into her eyes, so she had to look her absolute best. She took out a compact to make sure her makeup was still intact. Her reflection was so attractive, she couldn’t resist but wink at it before she pulled out her lipstick to reapply it. A little extra touch never hurt. Just as she finished, she heard Ronald cry out - yelling for someone or something to stop.

She reemerged, but she found Ronald now standing alone as William’s body was nowhere to be seen. “Where’s my darling?” she asked.

“He was taken by some...big, black cloud thing,” Ronald said, “I don’t know what it was, but it just swooped down and took him.”

“Where did it take him?” Grell cried.

Ronald pointed to a road that led away from the kingdom and towards the forbidden castle of dolls. “That way,” he explained, “I didn’t even have a chance to stop it.”

“Like you could have,” Grell snapped. Looking around, she grabbed an axe before running at full speed towards the forbidden castle.

“You don’t have to get all pissy with me,” Ronald mumbled, as he sat down in the shade to wait.

The road towards the castle was rough as it was rarely taken, and Grell nearly tripped several times over rocks, thorns, and tree roots which had overtaken the path. This was no road to attempt wearing heels, even though they made Grell’s backside look delectable. With great care and great speed, she hurried towards the castle, which loomed before her like a dark mountain.

“What are you doing here, my queen?” a familiar voice asked.

Grell turned and saw Sebastian sitting on a nearby rock. “I could ask you the same thing,” she said.

Sebastian stood and walked towards here. “I’m just here to make sure you don’t anything foolish,” he said, “You seem to be heading towards the Castle of Dolls. That would be a mistake. You know there’s countless possessed dolls in there all posed to attack, and they will turn you into a doll yourself if they manage to catch you.”

“They aren’t going to stop me,” Grell said, “I have to go in there and rescue William. He’s in there!”

“I know,” Sebastian replied, “I put him there.”

“You?” Grell asked, “But why?”

He moved closer to Grell; the soft wind toying with his hair like a lover’s caressing fingers. “I didn’t want the competition,” he said, “I wanted you for myself all alone.” He wrapped Grell in his arms. “Leave him and love only me,” he purred.

This was certainly unexpected, but now that Grell was in this situation she realized even more that William was the one she wanted. Sebastian was certainly handsome, and it did her ego good to hear him profess his love to her, but he would nothing more than a fling. She wanted passion, romance, and love.

“It would never work out,” she said, as she pushed away, “I must save my William. If you try and stop, I will fight you.”

“I would never dream of trying to stop you,” he said, with an odd smile, “Do what you feel you must.”

Grell was surprised by his lack of willingness to fight, but she was happy there would be no more interruptions from Sebastian. With a quick nod, she hurried on down the path until she came to the castle.

From the outside, it only looked like a run-down, slightly crumbling castle. It wasn’t even all that impressive as her own castle was much larger and more elaborate, but there was a feeling in the air that seemed to take your breath as you approached. Grell recognized this as very old, very dark magic, but she had to press on. Bravely, she opened the doors.

There were dolls everywhere. Broken marionettes hung from the ceiling. Smaller, children’s dolls littered the floor, while large, human sized dolls were lying on chairs or propped against the walls. Grell stepped into the room, and the door slammed shut behind her, as the dolls all opened their eyes slowly and turned towards her. A soft growl from an unknown source slipped around the room and she could hear the creaking of their joints as they began to move as one.

“For William!” she cried, with the axe high above her head. Leaping into the air, she sliced through the mannequins’ strings and they made a cry like a rusty scream, before she raced through the room. She moved like a caged animal as she chopped and cut at everything in sight. Not a single doll lay a digit on her as soon they all lay in mangled heaps of chopped limbs and heads.

She hurried up the steps and she searched for William. There were dolls in every room, but none stood a chance against her. Soon they ever tried to retreat, as she saw them scurrying to hide under beds and in dressers, but she was determined not to let one live. After searching many rooms, she finally found William lying on the bed of rather large, impressive bedroom. Breathing a sigh of relief, she stepped into the room to deliver her loving kiss.

A final doll jumped in her path. Some distant part of her mind realized that this doll looked much like the brat Sebastian served, but she didn’t care about such details. He moved with a precision and intelligence unlike the other dolls.

But he was still an obstacle.

There was shock and horror on his painted face when she attacked with her axe. He dissolved into sawdust within minutes as if he had never had a solid form, leaving Grell the easy victor. With a smile on her face, she jumped over the pile of dust to kneel by William’s side.

“My darling,” she said, as she pushed back a strand of hair from his forehead, “I’m here.”

“You did a good job,” Sebastian suddenly said. Somehow, he had suddenly appeared in the room, and was now sifting through the sawdust left by the last doll.

“I’m not leaving William for you,” Grell said.

Sebastian laughed. “Do you really think your little love potion ever worked on me?” he asked, “I only needed this.” He pulled a brilliant blue ring from the dust. “I was forbidden from directly destroying this doll, so I needed someone to do that for me. You did wonderfully.” He smiled darkly as he bowed. “I truly hope we never cross paths again,” he said before leaving the room.

“Jerk,” Grell muttered, but there were more important things to focus on now. With a gentle smile, she leaned forward and kissed William deeply.

He opened his eyes almost immediately. “What are you doing?” he demanded, as he pushed her back. Sitting up in bed, he looked out a nearby window. “Is it that late?” he asked, noticing the sun, “Where has the day gone. I’ll have to work overtime tonight or I will fall behind.” Mumbling to himself, he quickly stood and left the room.

Grell smiled. Her ice cold darling was back, and her love had brought him back. True, she was the reason he had fallen into the sleep to begin with, but he didn’t need to know about that particular detail.

It was after dark before Grell returned to her castle. Taking a candle, she hurried up to her tower to see the mirror one more time that day. When she removed the curtain, the silly face appeared to be sleeping and snoring - a line of drool escaping his mouth.

“Wake up!” she hissed, and the face slowly shook itself awake.

“Aw, my queen,” he began, “I watched your travel. A mistake in the apples almost made your plans unravel. But you did well, facing all those dolls. Shame old Willy still won’t be returning your calls. Fu. Fu. Fu.”

“Never mind that,” Grell hissed, “but I have a question. Why did you tell me about Sebastian? I want to the fairest in my kingdom - my land. Sebastian lives outside my borders.”

The face smiled. “I’ll tell you this time without asking for pay, because watching you through my glass has truly made my day. I showed you Sebastian. That much is true, but never did I once say he was fairer than you.”

Grell was shocked. “You...you tricked me?” she asked, “Then, am I still the fairest in the land.”

“Well, there is someone fairer, and that much is plain to see,” he answered, as he shook back his hair revealing his handsome face. “The fairest in the land is actually me!”

Grell frowned as she pulled a hammer from the inner liner of her sleeve. With one simple swing, she took care of the problem at hand.

“Who needs a magic mirror anyway,” she said, as she dropped the hammer to the floor and left the room.

#fanfiction #grell sutcliff #william t. spears #undertaker #sebastian michaelis #crack fic #au

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animeboston · 6 years

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'Inuyasha' Scriptwriter Shows Some Leg, and What Else You Missed During the Opening Ceremonies

From a stage twinkling with starry lights, Con Chairs Victor Lee and Lauren Gallo revealed that both of their first anime had to do with outer space. For Victor, it was Star Blazers. For Lauren, it was Gundam Wing.

“Space became something awesome. It was adventure. It was endless possibility, unlimited potential. And we see those same descriptors for Anime Boston,” said Victor.

The 2018 “Into The Stars” theme paved the way for a star-studded lineup of guests. Here’s a full list in order of every guest who showed up for the Opening Ceremonies (since not everyone could make it), and a rundown of some of their more entertaining antics.

Keep in mind that this isn’t a total list of everything they’ve ever been credited for!

Greg Ayres, Nagisa in Free!, Nishinoya in Haikyuu. Reprises his guest status for the umpteenth time. “They can’t keep me away,” he said. “I love Boston so much.”

Caitlynn French, Hana Isuzu in Girls und Panzer, Shiro in No Game No Life. “This is my first time out here, so be gentle with me,” she said.

Monica Rial, Bulma in Dragon Ball Z Kai, Froppy in My Hero Academia. “We’re having a big My Hero panel, so come say hi to Froppy in person,” she said, in Froppy’s voice.

Jez Roth, costumer for Cirque du Soleil, and contributing designer to One Piece Film: Gold. Roth arrived in Team Skull cosplay, doing the Naruto run. “I have wanted to be at this con for years,” he said. He also called beloved Anime Boston MC Roadie “Daddy.”

Kaiji Tang, Archer in Fate/Stay series, Detective Pikachu in Detective Pikachu. “Looking forward to seeing you at my panels all weekend,” he told the crowd.

Katsuyuki Sumizawa, scriptwriter for Inuyasha, Yu Yu Hakusho, Mobile Suit Gundam Wing: Endless Waltz, and more, showed a bit of leg on stage. “In honor of being in Boston I wore red socks today,” he said, lifting his pant leg.

Hideyuki Tomioka, producer for Inuyasha, Mobile Suit Gundam Wing and more for Sunrise. “Some of these shows are really old. You all know about them?” he said, surprised as the audience cheered in affirmation.

Kazuki Yao, Franky and Bon Clay in One Piece, Judau Ashta in Mobile Suit Gundam ZZ. He appeared on stage wearing Franky sunglasses and glittering track gear. “Hi everybody, how do you do?” he said in English. As he talked with the audience, he swapped between his Franky and Bon Clay voices.

Kaoru Wada, composer for Samurai 7 and Inuyasha music. It’s his first time at Anime Boston. “I’m sorry, I can’t speak English well,” he said to the crowd in perfect English.

Hirokatsu Kihara, production desk for many Ghibli films, was here in 2017 as well. “I’m baaaack,” he told the audience, putting his ear to the crowd to encourage more cheers. He said he’ll be giving away a “present from Japan” at one of his Ghibli panels.

Yuji Muto, director for Scrapped Princess, Crayon Shin Chan. Showed up in a hero mask and “vanquished” his interpreter before apologizing.

Christian Bevins, lead in Devil is a Part Timer, Japan in Hetalia. “Five years ago, I met the love of my life at this convention,” he said, referring to voice actor Rachel Robinson.

Scott Gibbs, Sora in No Game No Life, Kageyama in Haikyuu!!. Said it was his first time in Boston. “You’re making me blush,” he said in response to catcalls from the audience.

Josh Grelle, Armin in Attack on Titan, Yuri in Yuri!!! on Ice, “We were born to ship Victuri,” he said, prompting enthusiastic screams from the audience.

Brandon McInnis, Sonosuke in Danganronpa 3, Keita in Gamers!. Not only is this Brandon’s first time at Anime Boston, but his first time in Boston, period.

Rachel Robinson, Chitose Oribe in Sakura Quest, Quinn in Wizard Barristers. “I met a really cute boy last time I was here, and we’re still together,” she said about Bevins.

Stephanie Sheh, Sailor Moon in Sailor Moon Crystal, Orihime in Bleach. “There are so many guests here, holy crap! … Can I say crap?” she asked.

J Michael Tatum, Iida in My Hero Academia, Rei in Free!, “If you see me in the hallway come up and say hi. Give me a hug, I like hugs!” he said. “Just don’t run full tilt at me to give me one, or I’ll step aside. We call that the Matador.”

Asaka, singer/songwriter for Shiny Days in Laid-Back Camp. “I just graduated from high school this month and I’m 18 years old,” she told the audience in English.

FLOW, “Colors” opening theme for Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion, “Go!!!” opening theme for Naruto. “We’ve had over 20 of our songs appear in anime,” the band told the audience before running off stage, Naruto-style.

P.S. Here’s our write-up of the 2017 Opening Ceremonies! Click for nostalgia.

—Lauren, AB Staff Blogger

#Anime Boston #Anime Boston 2018 #Opening Ceremonies #convention guests #anime #My Hero Academia #Sailor Moon #Inuyasha

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tashatoons · 7 years

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Paralyzed

Well I did it. Here’s my Grelliam Ficlett. Inspired by the the song “Paralyzed” by Mystery Skulls. Hence the super original title :P This is a first draft, so there may by typos. But yay! I did a thing! I’m open to constructive criticism, as I don’t write often but would always like to improve. If things aren’t clear or too round about in description, feel free to let me know what you think. Or just fan screen at me. lol I’m open to whatever XD

“SSSHHHIIIIIIVVV”

That satesfying metallic sound of William’s extandable death scythe pierced through the air before its clippers made contact with the wriggling tresses of cinematic record more than 50 feet before it. The scythe most certainly made up for its lack of showmanship with an impressive, unlimited range and percision. William made quick work collecting what remained of the record and turned to his subordinate with a freezing gaze.

“If you have time to daydream, I presume you must be done?”

Grell blinked. “Awah~! Just finishing up now!” And scrambled to finish collecting that pesky record.

He had a bad habbit of zoning out when William was around.

Not for lack of effort, of course! Quite the oposite, actually. Grell’s intention was always aimed to impress his boss. The boss Who just happened to be the man he had a huge crush on for the past 90 years. The boss who made his head feel stupid, and legs feel like jelly and heart beat like mad. That boss who he was once again, staring at like an idiot school girl who wandered into the wrong classroom because she was following the boy she liked.

“Sutcliff.”

“I’M DONE! I’M DONE!”

“Honestly.” He sighed, adjusting his glasses and the click click clack of his extendable scythe collapsed back into place. “This mission could have been done In half the time if you could keep your head on straight.”

Grell’s lip twitched into a grin. “Oh pleeeeease! As if I could keep ANYTHING straight.” He giggled at his own joke and waved a hand in the air dismissively.

William turned around and continued to adjust his glasses, perhaps in a vain effort to supress any sign of a smile.

It was a good joke after all.

“Well.” He cleared his throat. “If you’re done Than let’s be off. I’ll need the report and proper forms completed and on my desk before the end of the day.”

“Of course, darling!” Grell beamed as he bounded towards his boss, easily clearing the span of two rooftops In one leap.

“And by end of day I mean BEFORE 6pm.”

“Yeeeesss, yeeees.” Grell sang, linking an arm around William’s.

He tensed. “Do try to remain professional, Sutcliff.” He spoke, pulling his arm from the subordinates vice like grip. “We’re still on the clock.”

“Mmm-hmmm~” he giggled as his mouthed turning up into that classic shark toothed grin. “Telling me to do my homework AAAAAND follow the rules. Ooohh~ teacher might have to give me a de~ten~tion ♡”

William’s eyebrow twitched. “Must you turn everything into an innuendo?” He retorted, grabbing Grell’s animated hand before it could poke his chest a 4th time.

Grell’s cheeks suddenly felt incredibly hot. There was a great chance to make a second joke there, but the 2 second interaction of William grabbing his hand made him momentarily forget how to speak English.

So he giggled stupidly and turned away. Gosh his hands were big. They fit perfectly around his. William could probably crush him in his grip without even trying.

“SUTCLIFF!”

William’s voice broke the red reaper out of the daydream again. This behavior was going to reflect poorly against him, he knew it–

“What was that?” Grell snapped back into reality as something wizzed past.

It was hard to make out, but that stench was unmistakable.

A demon.

“When did THAT thing get here?” The redhead growled, letting his voice fall into it’s more serious lower regester.

“I don’t know. I just now noticed it.” William’s voice remained it’s usual monotone, but his posture shifted into a defensive stance.

There was an unnatural silence around the two reapers. The kind of silence they knew all too well when a demon was on the prowl. Not birds, no humans, not even wind. It was close.

“BEHIND YOU!” Grell warned, twisting around to swing at the inky blur that materialized behind his boss.

The chainsaw roared to life as it shot forth with pinpoint precision inches from William’s left arm. He himself had heeded the warning, turning to block the oncoming attack with his clippers.

The demon shrieked as the chainsaw’s teeth snagged at its body.

The attack wasn’t close enough to cause any real damage, but it was enough to hurt.

“Blast! It’s fast!” Grell barked under his breath and turned on a dime. His senses had conpleatly shifted into hunter mode; Leave it to a demon to bring out the serious side of things.

The air around the two reapers felt charged with static electricity, causing pops and shrill whistles to form on the stagnant air. Soon, That beast was going to show itself.

The roof shingles settled and that was all they needed to know before instinctually leaping to the next rooftop.

Actually, William was a few seconds slower than Grell. Having spent more time behind a desk than on the field, his reflexes were not as sharp as they could have been. Just a few seconds made all the difference.

The creature burst from underfoot, sending William toppling head over heals from the shockwave.

Grell landed unscathed and zipped around with lightning speed, weapon at the ready.

“Are you hurt, darling?” Grell teased as William landed a few paces behind, having righted himself before the land.

“Tch. I’m fine.” He sighed, the air around him whipping as his scythe spun into its defensive grasp. “Did you forget a soul on the list??”

“WHAAAT!?” Grell shrieked, his voice cracking. “How can you accuse me of such a thing?!”

“Easily.”

The demon swung at them with a long, slender arm which they both avoided.

“I got every one! I know it!” Grell wined, heals clicking onto the new rooftop.

“Martin Fordwan?” Will checked his soul ledger, avoiding the demon as he read off the list of names.

“Yeees!” Grell ducked a clawed swipe.

“Quinneth McGain?”

“Ugh! Could not forget that one!” He groaned, swinging the chainsaw around to lop off the demon’s finger as they continued to fall back In pace. “That one HAD to go. Her fashion sense was HORRID!” The chainsaw revved, drowning out some choice descriptors of the unfortunate soul’ wardrobe.

The two reapers landed on the last low rooftop in the town, brick wall blocking their path. Up was the only possible direction to go, less face the beast head on.

“Gregory Forges.” William Glace from his soul ledger to the brick wall. It was tall, even for a reaper’s jumping abilities.

The demon rushed forward, sliding over the towns rooftops like an inky wave; It’s once faceless form now revealing a giant maw of jagged, sharp teeth. The thing lunged, causing the reapers to jump over it.

“Who?” Grell questioned, not hearing correctly over the demon’s commotion. The chainsaw revved and lopped off an unnamed appendage.

“Greg- Ahh!” William blocked an oncoming attack. This demon was somehow able to grow limbs all over its body, making it quite difficult to dodge. The extendable clippers shot forth and charged through a row of incoming limbs. The demon roared, and Grell didn’t hear the name again.

“WHAT?” Grell yelled from the other side of the inky mass, holding a hand up to his ear. Pinky out, of course.

The clippers shot forth, percing the floor right by Grell’s shoes. Within seconds, William was beside the subordinate, having used the scythe retraction to pull I’m forward.

“Gregory. Forges.” William spoke coldly, his eyes bearing down on Grell like two stabbing icicles.

Grell shivered. Oh, those eyes made his feel weak all over. If it weren’t for the commotion of the demon appraising, he would be lost in William’s gaze for sure! “Uh! Of course I did!” Grell’s voice was uncarictaristically shakey as he summoned his own soul ledger to leaf through. “See! I told you I-”

William’s brow twitched.

Grell gulped. “I…” and glanced to the side, ears burning. “I missed it.” He mumbled under his breath.

The demon roared.

“You WHAT?!”

“I MISSED IT!” Grell shrieked, stomping a heal and turning away embarrassed. At this point his face was the same color as his hair. “It’s ok! I know where it is!”

“For your sake, you had better.” William signed, his jaw clenching. “This will be more paperwork for the both of us to deal with.”

“S-sorry, Will.”

The boss signed, “Honestly. Just collect the damn thing before this creature does.” His teeth clenched as he blocked an oncoming attack. "I’ll keep it occupied. Go!“ He pulled his death scythe back, forcing the demon to lunge towards him, perfectly lining it up for a stab through its hideous face.

Grell was gone before Will’s scythe stabbed the creature, and the thing’s cries confirmed his attack was true. Grell chewed on his bottom lip, the thought of his darling man holding off a demon just for his beloved maiden. "Ah! Knock it off!” Grell barked to himself, forcing his head back into reality. “This is for work. Just for work.” He sighed as he landed on the cobblestone street. It was nice to fantasize, but this required full attention. Something Grell severaly lacked when working with Will.

“Come on, where are you?” The reaper’s heals clicked along the path as his eyes scanned the area. It should have been here. Leaping atop a roof to get a better view, Grell once again checked the soul ledger. That damn name remained unchecked. Collections were not going to let him hear the rest of this. “Dammit! Where is this bloody thing?!” Grill was starting to grow anxious. The soul should have been here! Right here! If the soul was missing it could only mean one thing.

“Shit!”

A Second demon charged from underfoot, sending the desperate reaper onto his rear. It had the soul in it’s long, tooth mouth. The cinematic records tenderils churning and whipping about. The inky mass climbed atop the roof, somehow struggling to keep the tendrils from escaping it’s own maw and it bit and spat stupidly as the records struggled against it.

“Humph! Took more than you could handle, huh?” The reaper’s gloved hand tightened on the death scythe’s handle and it’s engine roared to life. “Let me show you how it’s done!” And he leapt forth like a red bullet. To the human eye it would have simply appeared as a flash of light, thought in truth, the chainsaw sliced straight through the demon’s neck, severing it’s head completely. The thing screamed a blood chilling cry and it’s head fell against the shingled rooftop like a sac of rice; It’s jaws going slack.

Grill turned on a dime and faced the creature, his beloved chainsaw dripping with black, stinking blood. “Ugh! You’re certainly no treat to look at.” He scowled, bringing a hand up to his nose. “or smell for that matter. Ehhh Yuuuck!” The reaper let out an over dramatic full body cill before bringing the scythe forward to collect the record. He only got about half of it when something knocked him off his feat, causing an effeminate yelp to squeak out of him.

“Wha!?” Grell saved himself from face planting right there and turned with lightning speed. “YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!”

The Demon had grown a new head, and it was on it’s way towards it’s mate, half of a cinematic record in it’s brand new jaws.

Grell’s sharp teeth clenched, the grip on the death scythe tightened and his own eyebrow started to twitch with irritation. This was just NOT his day. “FFF!!! Stop making me look bad INFRONT OF WILL!!”

William blocked an attack while simultaneously tearing off yet another limb. He’d lost track at this point and wasn’t aware of the second guest headed straight for him. Until he heard Grell’s voice. He sounded…serious?

The entire incident happened in an instant. William hadn’t enough time to react, the last thing he saw was the demon’s mate, charging forth and somehow connecting with it’s body. William felt a stone drop in his gut before a tremendous impact sent him hurling backwards.

“WILL!” Gell changed course, running to shake his unconscious supervisor’s shoulders. “Will! Will! Wake up!.” He knelt down and helped the man into a sitting position, his stern eyes flickering open. Grell reached into his inner vest pocket and held a handkerchief to Will’s bleeding forehead.

Will was dazed from the blow. Gell’s voice sounded distant and muffled, but William knew he was right infant of him. “Uh…wha?” He must have hit his head pretty hard. He wanted to tell Grell he was fine, he would heal in just a minute, but his hand fall against the red reaper’s arm and his eyes met the same two toned pair that matched his.

“Grell. The record.” He could hardly hear his own voice. “Get the record.” He forced himself more upright, clutching the damp handkerchief to his head. “I’m fine, get the record.”

“You’re not fine, you stubborn man!.” The sound of worry lingered on Grell’s voice as he helped his boss to his feet. “You’re bleeding.”

“You’re worried about THAT?” Will chided, leaning against his subborninate for just a moment to regain his balance. Did Grell’s hair always smell like roses?

The demon roared.

“What the ff-“ Grell’s voice was drowned out by the beats battle cry. What once was two was now one create, double the size, double the heads, both tearing at what was left of the cinematic record.

Grell growled and started forward, but William held him back.

“That thing is much too powerful to take on! I’m calling for backup!.”

“What!? We don’t have time for that!” Grell pushed William’s arm aside and started forward, chainsaw revving. “I’m getting that record and killing this thing myself!” And he lept forth, slashing straight into the creature’s belly.

The thing screamed and turned one hundred red eyes on it’s attacker. Grell was fast, zipping around the creature’s body like a lightning bug. The chainsaw roared and slashed through it’s gelatinous, black blood. Hacking and sawing at any part it could reach.

“THIS IS WHAT YOU GET!” Grill huffed, leaping into the air towards the second head. “FOR HURTING”

Slash

“MY!”

SLASH

“MAN!!”

The chainsaw’s teeth stabbed right trough the beast’s forehead, Pushing into the bone and sinew and muscle with ever ounce of the reaper’s strength. Putrid black blood shot forth, staining the beautiful red clothes in it’s thick viscous sludge. Grell’s teeth clenched, Pushing the blade of the chainsaw deeper into the creators brain. “Die!” The thing gurgled and spat, hanging on with every once of it’s being.

A dark tendril whipped forth, whipping Grell square in the gut and a second right under the chin. The attack cought him off guard and he lost his footing, falling back onto the rooftop in a pile. There was a snap, and when Grell hit the ground, the sound of tiny beads scattering around him coused his breath to hitch.

He scrambled to his hands and knees. But Something was off. Everything was blurry. He frantically reached a hand to his eyes and confirmed the worst. His glasses were missing. That sound of marbles falling around him wasn’t shingles breaking, it was his glasses chain snapping and scattering all about.

“Shit!” Grell felt a sinking feeling in his gut. He couldn’t see a thing infant of him, and the demon was approaching quickly. The thing was angry! One head hung limp at it’s side while the other bared a maw so hideous, Grell was almost releaved he couldn’t see it.

Grell felt around for his scythe. If he could grab it, he could atleast stand a chance. He scooted backwards, eyes staring blindly ahead. The inky blob before him reared up in preparation for a final attack. Gell’s breath hitched. The creature screamed and lunged forward.

Silence.

Grell opened his eyes, the ting wasn’t moving. Then he heard it. The clack clack clack of William’s clippers pulling back from piercing straight through the creature’s head. William pulled the clippers from the thing’s skull and it’s body fell lump onto the ground, it’s body immediately sizzling and melting into a pool of dark goo.

“W-Will?” Grell squinted at the blurry Will shaped figure walking towards him.

“That was incredibly rash and irresponsible, Sutcliff. Will’s reprimand was much calmer than usual. “You didn’t think that through at all and could have cost me even more paperwork had you not succeeded.” A blurry shape appeared before Grell’s vision and he reached out to touch it. A hand?

William pulled his subordinate to his feet and stared down at him before gently placing a pair of red glasses on his face. “Thank you for your effort, Grell Sutcluff.”

Grell’s mouth dropped open. “Uhh…you…too.” That handsome face suddenly coming into focus was probably the highlight of the assignment. Those cold eyes staring straight into his own, the soft expression, the hand. Oh, he was still holding Will’s hand, and Will wasn’t pulling away. Gell’s eyes widened and his heart felt like it might leap out of his chest. “W-Will…” He whispered, leaning towards him stupidly.

“Collect the other half of the record.”

“GAH!” Grell snapped out of it and reluctantly let go, gulping and feeling his face heat up once again. “So cold…” he sighed dreamily, trudging to the other end of the roof to collect the pesky thing.

———

“OI! What happened to you?!” a chipper blonde reaper poked his head around from a cubical and chuckled at his Senior officer.

Grell had been completely disheveled by that vial beast’s blood and guts, it would be terribly unladylike to go back to work looking like a sewer rat. Aside from being told by management to send the clothing to laundry, Grell had to change into the standard black suit and tie ensemble, with a red ribbon taking the place of a boring black tie. “It’s only temporary.” He groaned while sitting down at his desk, hair still damp from the shower. “My poor coat’s a mess, laundry better not muck it up!”

“Hah! For your sake I hope it doesn’t shrink any more! Then you’ll only have a finger to wear it on!”

“SHUT IT, YOU LITTLE—“ Grell swiped at Ronald playfully, knowing full well the pup was only teasing. The two chuckled and bantered lightly until a pile of paperwork was plunked onto Grell’s desk. The Reaper’s grew silent.

“From Upper management. Mr. Spears says ‘ee wants these filled out an’ on ‘is desk by 6PM.” A slim, blonde from general affairs spoke apologetically.

“What?!?! But that’s only 2 hours from now! He really expects this to be done by theeeeennnn?” Grell wined and leaned back on his chair, defeated.

“S’wat ee said.” The blonde ducked her head and walked away.

Ronald whistled. “Geez, Spears really screwed you this time?”

“I wish he’d screw me a different way.” Grell mumbled.

“What?”

“What?” Grell blinked, turning his attention to the paperwork at hand.

Two hours was not enough time to finish all of this. It left almost no time for slacking off and fixing makeup!

————

“You’re working late, Ron?” Grell stretched both arms over head and leaned back against the office chair, letting his back crack with a satisfied sigh.

“Ehh, more or less. Susie’s having a little get together at the pub ‘round 7. Figured I’d stick around to walk with her.” The younger reaper grinned and leaned in to speak lower. “We’ve been….seeing each other, if you know what I mean.”

“Weren’t you seeing a Terisa two weeks ago?”

“Ehh! Things didn’t work out with her.” Ron shook his head. “Too high strung ‘bout certain things ya know?” Ron squinted. “Total prude. Didn’t even wanna move past snoggin’.”

Grell coughed. “Right.” And stood holding the completed pile of paperwork against his chest.

“Oi. You wanna join us tonight?” Ron asked, brows raised. “It’ll be a bunch of us. Not just me ’n ol’ Susie.”

“As long as my normal clothes are out of the wash by then. I feel absolutely dreadful in this getup.” He sighed. “That’s in what, an hour?”

“Uhh…fifteen minutes.”

“It’s 6:45?” Grell tried not to sound panicked.

“Did you forget to wind your clock?” Ronald turned his head. Grell was gone.

—————

The red reaper zipped through the hallway towards William’s office. Again he screwed up, after trying to years to impress him. Desk work was just NOT his strong suit. If Grell was LUCKY William may just give a lecture. Nothing he hasn’t dealt with before. It would be fine.

“Grell Sutcliff!” William didn’t even glance up from his paperwork as Grell walked into the supervisor’s office. “Do you have any idea what time it is?”

“I know I know!” Grell huffed and tiptoed up to William’s desk, a nervous smile plastered on his blushing face. “But I finished it! I worked really hard to get it all done! Really Will, 2 hours wasn’t nearly enough time!”

“Clearly. Hence your extra 45 minutes.” He finally looked up from his paperwork and locked eyes with Grell, causing a visible shiver through his body.

“You are an absolute slave driver, Will.” He grinned, wiggling from the spark of energy rushing through him. “Ohh, it drives me wild!”

“My shift was supposed to be over at 6:30 today, you know.” He stood, tapping the small folder of documents on the desk to straighten them.

“Mine toooo! Come on Will, I finished my work.” Grell wined and leaned down to drop the heavy folder of paperwork on the supervisor’s desk. He hadn’t noticed a part of his ribbon cought between the founders and pulled itself undone when the folder was let go. “Might I add we got back later than expected! Be grateful a lady saved you!”

William had walked around his desk to face Grell, a tall towering cold expression loomed overhead, causing Grell’s ears to heat up.

“I am.” William’s eyes fell to the undone ribbon around Grells neck. “Though I believe I helped you as well in the end.” His hands reached up to retie the ribbon and a swarm of butterflies erupted in Grell’s stomach.

“Uh…heh. Yes. A true knight in shining armor come to rescue his damsel in distress.” Grell smiled dumbly and batted his eyelashes, cheeks flaring at William’s small gesture.

“Honestly.” William’s nimble fingers tugged at the freshly tied ribbon, making sure it sat perfectly straight. “You’re more than capable of defending yourself.”

“Also true.” Grell’s expression went soft, he felt that if he said anymore those butterflies would surely swarm out of his mouth.

“You handled that demon better than expected.” Will’s weight shifted forward ever so slightly and his eyes locked onto Grell’s.

Grell shivered. His own body inching forward as well, one hand reaching up to touch Will’s shoulder. His hands were still on the ribbon after all. “W-Will…”

There was nothing more than needed to be said before their lips were drawn to one another. The kisses were chased at first but quickly grew deeper as years of pent up tension finally melted in this desperate moment. Will’s hands gripped Grell’s slender waist and Grell pulled him closer, their breaths hitching with abandon and unrestrained passion. Grell drank the William’s kisses like precious water in a scorching desert’s heat. Time was lost to them and Grell was being pushed against the edge of Will’s desk; His hands gripping the back of Will’s jacket as if to never let him go. Will’s hands lifted the red reaper by the waist to sit on the edge of the desk, causing an effeminate gasp to fall from his lips.

The folder of paperwork toppled from the desk and hit the floor with a thud causing both reapers to jump. Suddenly, reality hit Grell like a train at top speed. He had just made out with Will.

“OH!…” Grell’s eyes widened as he turned back to face Will. “I….I’m s-sory that wa—Oh my.” His head spun with the awkward mix of emotions when one unexpectedly kissing their boss.

The two reaper’s knelt to puck up the spilled paperwork. “I’ll g-get this.”

“It’s fine I’ve —.” Their hands reached for the same page, and for a moment, the two of them did nothing to rectify the matter.

William cleared his throat. “Thank you Sutcliff, I’ve got this.”

Grell didn’t really understand what any of that meant, he just scrambled to pick up the rest of the pages and handed them off to William. Both of their hair was a bit of a mess from the incident that just occurred; at least Grell’s bow looked perfect.

“I should p-probably go…” Grell stuttered, handing off the handful of files to Will’s hands. Their figures brushed and Grell really needed a glass of water.

William didn’t answer, he remained stone faced and unreadable.

“Ahhh…Ok! Uh…See you t-tomorrow.” And Grell awkwardly shuffled out of the office, eyes wide and face burning. He wasn’t even sure if the incident had actually happened. Maybe he imagined it. Wouldn’t be the first time. Though the memory of Will’s hands lifting him onto the desk had him pinching his nose.

“Oi, Seinor! You comin?” Ronald waved by the office exit, a pretty blonde by his side.

“I’ll meet you there.” Grell squeaked quickly, picking up the freshly laundered pile of clothes on his desk.

“Everything ok? Spear’s wasn’t too rough with you, was ‘ee?”

Grell shivered, a stupid smile stretching across his face. “Not at all.”

#grelliam #william t. spears #grell sutcliff #fanfiction #kuroshitsuji #drabble #short fic #might add to this????#i honestly never know what pronouns to use for grell. i just used he because it's what yana uses.#shrug #duckie attempts to write

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fandomlife-giver · 7 years

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His Maid, Chance Encounter: 2/ At The Funeral: 1

Summary: The red spider lilies blazing in the fields. The red cardinals singing in the trees. All must eventually wither and die. Falling prey to the deadly laws of nature. Please excuse me. I cannot allow myself to be affected by such vulgarity. I shall have to dispatch him in a deadly efficient way.

Next time on Black Butler: "His Maid, At the Funeral." You see, I am simply one hell of a maid.

Pairings: Eventual Sebastian x Demon!reader

@wintersdoll

Warnings: Violence, character death

Word Count: 2760

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Grell had immediately began to attack Sebastian after his statement. He swung his chain saw at him, but Sebastian had moved and dodged it every time. "Ooh, yes! Please run away! We can play tag, Bassy!"

Sebastian jumped back, only for the chain saw to come right near his face. He quickly caught it, which made him get backed up against a wall. "But see what happens if you're not fast enough—you get cut. It's more fun when it hurts a little bit though, isn't it?"

As their fight progressed, you had turned your attention to Madam Red and focused on the task of protecting Ciel. "You're still the Queen's guard dog, which means that now I'm your prey." Madam Red stated as she stood in front of you both, Ciel only looked down, while you shielded him.

"But if it's hunt or be hunted..." She began as she pulled out a dagger. "There's only one thing I can do!" She shouted as she ran towards him.

You pushed him to the side, resulting in her blade slicing the side of your arm. You yelped and moved back, clutching your arm in pain.

Wait. Pain?

You looked down and sure enough, you had blood running down your arm from the fresh wound.

And it hurt, man! Wtf?!

You looked over at Madam Red, who was hunched over and noticed her blade already had blood on it. She must've used the same blade to kill the prostitute. Hopefully, she wouldn't get anything important, or you would be screwed. The blood of the dead was like poison to you if it collides with yours, you weren't exactly sure why, but you had a feeling it had to do with your mixed genes..

Sebastian had glanced at you, his eyes widening in surprise at your pained reaction to the injury.

"You're a doctor! How could you do it?!" Ciel questioned in shock.

"You wouldn't understand if I told you!" She said, without facing him. "You're just a child!" She yelled as she turned around.

She went to grab Ciel's throat, but you pulled him away. She growled and instead, grabbed your throat. You stared at her as she snarled at you.

"Let her go!" Ciel demanded.

"You... You brat..." She muttered as she turned to Ciel. "You shouldn't have been born in the first place!" She yelled as she swung the blade down, stabbing you in the chest. You gasped with your eyes widening as Ciel stared in shock.

"(Y/N)!" You heard Sebastian yell.

She was breathing heavily as she stared down. You used all of your strength to grasp onto her arm, making her look at you. "Angelina...do you honestly believe you can murder the son of your sister?"

Her eyes widened as she looked back at Ciel. "Sister!"

She pulled the blade out of you and backed away just as you heard the sound of something slicing and blood splattering.

You looked over and saw Sebastian running towards Madam Red. "Stop, Sebastian! Don't kill her!" Ciel yelled, making him stop just as he reached out for her. She dropped the blade and backed away.

Sebastian deeply exhaled and dropped his hand, grasping his arm that now had a large gash on his shoulder. "My, Sebastian, your arm..." You muttered.

"Oooh, how sweet you are, Bassy!" Grell said as he pulled out his chain saw from the wall and turned to him. "Really, what a prince. Sacrificing your own poor limb to save our beloved N/N..." He began to walk towards Madam Red.

"On the other hand, you're a disappointment, Madam! Come now. Hurry up and kill the brat already!" He said as he stopped in front of her.

Madam Red buried her face in her hands and started to cry, before looking up at Ciel with watery eyes. "I loved my sister... I loved her husband... I loved their child..." She muttered, before clutching her stomach. "I can't. I can't kill him. I can't kill their beloved son..."

"Really? You're getting soft-hearted on me all of a sudden? After all those deaths?" Grell asked with a shrug. "If you don't end him, he'll end you!"

Ciel stared at her. "Madam..."

"But... this dear boy..." She said, before turning towards Grell. "This child is my—Ugh!"

She was cut off by Grell, who had ran his chain saw through her heart.

All of your eyes' widened. "Too late for that! How disappointing!" He then pulled it out of her, making her body land on the ground.

"What use do I have for you if you're just another woman!?" He said just as strands of cinematic tape began to come from her wound and roll; it displaying pictures of her.

"Is that her?" Sebastian asked as you clutched your chest and moved over to stand next to him.

"A part of the reaper's job is to replay and examine the memories of those who are on the To-Die list. From that, we determine what kind of person they were, we see from their own perspective what kind of life they lived, and we decide whether they should live or die..." Grell stated as you watched it roll.

"Their lives flash right before their eyes." You summed up.

"Oh please, that's such a pedestrian term! It is so much more than that. This is the reaper's true power: the Cinematic Record!" Grell exclaimed as her Cinematic record began to play.

Flashback...

"Rachel, Angelina, come say hello to our guest, Lord Phantomhive and his maid, (Y/N)." Rachel's and Angelina's father stated as he gestured towards Vincent, who was sitting on the couch, with you behind him.

I had hated the red hair I inherited from my father.

"Your hair is very beautiful, An. The color of spider lilies. Red suits you very well." Vincent said with a smile as he stood next to her out in the garden.'

But I came to love it after all. I came to love the color red. I came to love him.

"An, I have wonderful news!" Rachel exclaimed as Angelina walked in to see Rachel and Vincent smiling and laughing on the couch, holding hands as you stood behind them with a smile.

My sister...Once again, I hated the color red. But... I could never bring myself to hate them. Eventually, I, too, met a man and got married.

As it played, you walked away, towards the room where you had found the body. You didn't want to stick around and hear it, because you've already witnessed everything, plus you were weak and needed to feed. You crouched down to the body and stared at it, before opening your mouth, retracting your fangs and leaning forward.

"What do you think—a boy or a girl?" An's husband asked as he was crouched down and rubbing her stomach.

She laughed. "Men are so impatient. How would I know that yet?"

It didn't happen at all in the way I wanted it to, but still, I thought I'd found happiness...

"That carriage hit someone! Call a doctor, quickly!"

Then it all slipped away...

"Your husband died instantly. And in order to save your life, we were forced to remove your uterus and your unborn child with it. I'm sorry, but we had no choice..." The doctor informed as An sat on the hospital bed.

Everything... Everything slipped away from me...I lost the man I had learned to love... and the child I loved so dearly before it was even born. The stain spread...It covered everything...That color I so hated... the color red...My sister was buried with the man she loved. If only... If only my heart had been buried in the ground along with them.

"Honestly, a child would only be in the way. I don't know who the father is, and my customers wouldn't like a child hanging around." The prostitute said as she flipped her hair while sitting in front of An.

I had lost everything in my life. That woman had what I wanted most... what I would never get the chance to have again...And she threw it away without a second thought. I wanted to stain her too...I decided to stain everything red, with my own hands.

"My, my! That was quite a little show!" Grell stated as he walked up from behind her while she was crouched down in front of the prostitute's body.

That's when I met my blood-red grim reaper. A few months later, my missing nephew suddenly reappeared. With him, he brought a butler dressed in black...a butler that was a spitting image of the maid I grew to love as family. I got at least one thing back.

The child of the man I loved... and my sister. If this child could come back, then why couldn't my beloved? If his maid could come back, then why couldn't my sister? Why wasn't I the one he chose to marry?

I finally decided that I would right all the wrongs I had been dealt. You've taken everything!

As the record finished, so did you. You looked down at your arm to see it had already started healing. You sighed as you stood up, wiping the blood that was now covering your mouth and licking it off your fingers. Your fangs retracted as you walked back outside, seeing her record had ended.

Ciel stared at you, but you didn’t look at him as you walked back over to Sebastian, with your wound healing and your strength returning.

"How beautiful you were dyed crimson covered in your victims' blood. I loved you so." Grell said, before he removed his coat and threw it somewhere as he walked over to her body. "What a disappointment you turned out to be in the end. You don't have what it takes to wear red." He said as he took the red coat she had been wearing and slipped it on. "Your cheap little melodrama ends now. It's over, Madam Red. Goodbye." Grell picked up his chain saw and walked away, with you and Sebastian staring after him.

'Are you alright?' Sebastian asked inside your mind.

You said nothing and walked over to Ciel, staring down at him as he closed Madam Red's lifeless eyes. "Well, what are you waiting for?" He questioned, making Sebastian stop as he walked over. "I thought I ordered you to put an end to Jack the Ripper."

"Well, in all honesty, young master, you never gave me that order." You recalled.

"I'm ordering you now! It's not over yet." He stated, making Grell stop walking. Ciel turned around and looked up at the two of you. "One is left. Both of you, stop standing there and kill him!"

You both looked at each other and smiled, before looking back at Ciel. "Certainly." Sebastian said, before you both turned and walked to stand behind Grell.

"I was going to spare you—professional courtesy and all that— but if you insist, I'll send you both and the boy to heaven all together!" He yelled as he started his chain saw and turned around, swinging it towards your heads.

You both ducked and smiled at him. "Heaven? You're joking." You said as you both swiftly jumped up, landing on the roof of a building behind him. Grell's eyes went wide. "We know nothing of heaven." You said with a laugh, before he turned around, only to get a kick in the face from Sebastian, who jumped down and landed in front of him.

"You would kick a lady in the face?! Where are your manners, sir?!" Grell scolded.

"Yes, Sebastian, that is not how a gentlemen acts." You added with a smirk as you jumped down and landed behind Grell.

"You're right, (Y/N). Terribly sorry. You see, I am simply one hell of a butler." Sebastian said as he turned around to face Grell.

"Ha! You think two demons like you can beat a reaper?" Grell said in disbelief.

"Certainly. You see, if our master tells us to win, then we shall win." You said as you looked back at Ciel.

"You care a lot about that puny little brat, don't you, (N/N)?" Grell questioned. You didn't answer, and only looked at Ciel, who looked back at you.

"I'm jealous. Demon or not, you both shall still be destroyed if I reap you with my death scythe. Aren't you frightened?"

Sebastian smiled. "Not at all. You see, we both belong to our masters. Our own soul and our body, down to the last hair are theirs. Our contracts remain, so we follow their every order."

You looked back at Sebastian. "That's what it truly means to be a servant." You finished as you looked at Grell.

He grinned and rose up his chain saw, running towards the both of you while laughing. You both moved and jumped up as he swung at you. "Here we are, a demon and a reaper!" He said as you both looked down at him, landing on the ground.

You went to kick him, but he jumped up. "I suppose we'll never resolve this, Bassy." Grell said as you both also jumped up towards him. "These feelings that we have are forbidden. Oh, my! It's just like Romeo and Juliet!" Grell exclaimed as he and Sebastian grew closer, until Sebastian gave a face of disgust.

"O my dear Bassy! Wherefore art thou my sweet love Bassy?" Grell said as he clutched his heart with a smile.

Sebastian narrowed his eyes at Grell and shot up, punching him in the face. Grell landed back on a roof top, with you and Sebastian landing on the roof opposite from him. "If you would deny thy master and refuse thy name, I know that we could be happy together..."

Sebastian smiled. "The moment my master uttered my new name, the word became our solemn contract. I was re-baptized as his, and his alone. At least, until (Y/N) will give into her being my mate for all eternity." He added as he looked at you.

You sighed. "Now is not the time, Sebastian." You said in annoyance as you looked at him.

He clicked his tongue and looked back at Grell. "From that day, I have been Sebastian. By yonder moon I swear it."

"To swear by something inconstant as the moon, how I can believe your words?" Grell questioned, he then stared at Sebastian's eyes that were his usual demonic pink-slitted. "Yet I see your eyes and know that they do what your lips and hands long to do. You caress me softly with your unworthy, devilish gaze!"

"Oooh! It's too much, Bassy! I would bear your children if only you let me!" He gushed.

This time, it was you who gave a look of disgust, because the very image of that made you want to throw up. "Honestly, would you please stop that... It is revolting."

"Urgh, you treat me so coldly, (Y/N). I imagine it is only your own act of jealousy." He said as he started his chain saw again, all of you beginning to run towards each other.

"Beautiful tyrant!" Grell exclaimed as he swung the saw underneath Sebastian, who jumped and spread his legs.

"Fiend angelical!" Grell swung at you next, but you leaned back.

"My dove-feather'd raven!" He swung at Sebastian's face, but he blocked and grabbed Grell by the collar.

"Oh, Bassy!" Sebastian held the chain saw in place with Grell still holding onto it. "Bassy my love... If only cruel morning would never come! Then the two of us might go on like this forever. Our love permanently lit by the moon's seductive glow." He stated before leaning forward and in Sebastian's face.

Grell suddenly roughly hit Sebastian on the forehead with his. "But, no, I'm afraid our adventure ends here. Shall we part with a passionate kiss?" He said as Sebastian fell back. "No, then good night, my love, a thousand times good night!" He revved his chain saw and sliced Sebastian across the stomach.

You growled and went towards Grell, but he had sliced your side mid air and kicked you off the roof, making you fly through the air and land on the ground near Ciel.

"There now, surely your Cinematic Record would be far more interesting than any human's!" Grell said as strands of cinematic tape came out of Sebastian, like it had to Madam Red.

"Mmhmmm..." Grell hummed with a grin as Sebastian's cinematic record began to play.

A flash of a past memeory of Tanaka, sipping tea popped up. "Mmm?"

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Kuro Ladies Appreciation Week - An

Our tragic Jack the Ripper has her turn to shine!

This fic could be set in the same verse as my other An/Grelle piece, exploring how they met and came to their agreement. This piece looks at a short interaction they shared about a year after their meeting.

Summery:

One year after the Phantomhive fire and An is musing over how much her life has changed; both for the better and for the worse. Contemplating this she comes to an uncomfortable realisation and makes a decision which has consequences she could never have forseen. Our tragic Jack the Ripper has her turn to shine!

tw: suicide mention/murder mention/thoughts on dissection/Victorian attitudes towards prostitition/execution mention

The setting sun was slanting through the French windows, lazily setting the library aflame with a deep glowing red light. A crackling fire, the quiet tick of a clock and the lazy turning of the occasional page were the only sounds intruding on An’s bliss. She lifted her gaze from watching the last of the sunlight sweep across the dark polished floor and caught the semi amused look of Grelle, still in their damnably decent butler uniform but sprawled across a chair in a positively decadent manner, leafing unhurriedly through a book of Shakespeare’s plays and watching An with languid interest.

“See something that interests you darling?”

An laughed, something that a mere year ago she would have thought was impossible. How much a life could change in a year, from being a happily married expectant mother with a wonderful family, to being alone in the world, to having an nephew who was hurting and broken, but was still there, who she could still love, if only from afar now and having this wonderful aching love filling her for the impossible woman currently smirking at her from across the room. A year ago she had been a doctor, dreaming of curing asthma for her sister and nephew, now she was a vigilante, punishing the worst criminals for their actions and cleansing the streets from their vile deeds.

“Simply thinking Grelle.”

“Oh? And what thought has got my lady so aflutter!” Grelle beamed, dropping the book to the floor and turning to face An more fully. “Can this humble butler assist her beautiful mistress in any capacity?”

“Grelle! You are far from that!”

“What? Humble? Well, when one is as magnificent as myself it can be hard to deny it...”

“No my dear. You are far from a butler. I believe one has to actually be good at their job to be considered that.”

“Rude!”

An laughed again, she couldn’t help it, Grelle just looked so indignant, as though she hadn’t been the one to trip down the stairs while carrying a tray of champagne glasses and managed to soak a very charming and handsome man An had been flirting with...actually on second thoughts that may have been deliberate.

“Well, to be honest I was thinking over how much my life has changed since I met you.”

“For the better I would hope.” Grelle’s sharp teeth flashed in a quick smile as she once again lifted her book, obviously deciding this conversation wasn’t going to lead to an opportunity for any interesting activities.

“Granted it would have been difficult for my life to get worse at that point, but yes, you’ve changed my life for better my love.”

The Reaper smiled again and buried herself back in her book, leaving An once again to her thoughts. The deep red sunlight had faded to night by now, gentle stars beginning to appear outside the window, the autumn air still warm enough for the windows to be left open this late.

Grelle had changed her life for better certainly, but now a new twisting fear was rising up within her. Life could change so swiftly and irrevocably. An would never be able to predict where her life would be in the future, not now knowing how little time it took for things to change to the point of unrecognisability. In another year's time, what would her life be like? Almost unwillingly she found her eyes flicking over towards where a discarded newspaper lay on a low table, the front page news discussing a murdered woman found in the East End. No suspects or clues had been found of course, but it was yet another uncomfortable reminder that her life was so precarious right now.

What would happen when-if she was caught? She was doing the right thing, An told herself firmly, she was doing a good thing and the whores who she killed deserved it for their immoral and cruel behaviour, but the world wouldn’t see it like that. She didn’t want to die. She had things to live for now, her work, Ciel, the joy of parties and the social life of London and most importantly her blood red Reaper. She wanted to live so she could spend the rest of her lifetime with Grelle! Even if Grelle couldn’t spend the rest of her life with An, being an immortal divine being, An didn’t begrudge her that, An would be content to spend a single human lifetime with her.

But if a single human lifetime was too short...what about a lifetime that ended after a few years of joy and love together? Would Grelle forget her quicker? An sighed, looking away from the woman who held her heart in beautifully manicured hands and tried to think of something else. She wanted to spend forever with Grelle, she would be content with spending a whole lifetime with Grelle, but she feared losing Grelle as quickly as she gained her if the police ever caught the Ripper. Not that they would, the police were practically incompetant it seemed!

But Ciel had begun taking an interest in the spate of murders. An was careful to limit her activities, to try and change up the times and locations, and Grelle of course was the best help one could have, able to get through locked doors and remove evidence An would never even have noticed. And yet...sometimes An woke up with the imaginary feel of a rough rope around her neck, with the certain knowledge she was going to die an ignominious painful death and then have her body thrown to the surgeons for dissection. Possibly those same surgeons she worked with. The idea of her own colleagues chopping her open, judging her...death as a criminal was awful.

The nervousness was twisting further through her chest now and An found herself rising to her feet and pacing over to the curtains. She pulled the windows shut, and tugged the curtains across; shutting out the night and the dangers it posed, the temptation to go out onto the streets and hunt, the deep seated terror of being caught and separated from her Grelle forever more, the quiet melancholy of loss countered by the heady excitement of everything she had gained. She shut it all out and looked around her warm, comfortable library, lit with firelight and with her beloved Grelle safe and well beside her.

“What’s wrong An?”

“Nothing, nothing…”

How could she admit her worries to Grelle? She couldn’t tell her that An was scared of dying, not to someone who had already passed on. She couldn’t say she was afraid that Grelle would forget her if they didn’t spend long enough together without insulting Grelle and suggesting that Grelle was flighty or irresponsible.

“It doesn't look like nothing, you’re pacing darling.” Grelle pointed out, not looking up from their book but clearly aware of An moving restlessly around the room, stopping to look in the fire, run her fingers along shelves of books, twitch back a curtain to look at the twilit sky…

“I’m simply…” An bit her lip and shook her head. “The newspaper story…”

“You’re still worrying about that? An love, I’ve told you I’ll keep you safe.”

“I’m not worried about the police, you’re far too brilliant for that-” An suppressed a sudden quick smile as Grelle practically preened at the compliment- “but if Ciel gets involved, he has resources available to him that the police don’t and if I do get caught-”

She cut off her words quickly, the fear back again and stronger than before, a tangled vine choking her, drawn as tight as a noose around her neck. Grelle was looking at her questioningly as An tried to bite back the words before they could spill out and ruin everything.

“I don’t want to be hanged.” She admitted, fixing her eyes on the books in front of her. Now that she’d admitted it the words felt easier, almost rushing out of her. “I don’t, I want to do the work, it’s important and necessary, to cleanse the streets; but I know the world will brand me a criminal if I’m ever caught and I’ll be sentenced to death...I don’t mind the death-” only half a lie that really - ”but I don’t want to be hanged, to be humiliated like that, to die as a common criminal, dispassionately-”

She cut off with a gasp as she felt arms wrap around her, relaxing into the reassuring hold of her lover. Grelle’s scent filled her senses as she turned to bury her face in the Reaper’s shoulder, eternally endlessly grateful that she had her, that Grelle was here and loved her and wasn’t going to leave her…

“I just want to be with you always Grelle.”

“Oh my love…” Grelle’s arms tightened around her and An basked in the attention and love from the glorious woman who had fallen into her life like a blazing comet of beauty and heady dangerous excitement. The two of them stayed like that, wrapped in one another’s arms and comforting the other. It wasn’t until evening had deepend into true night and the sounds of the city outside had faded to almost silence that they moved again. Grelle tilted her head to one side, her long hair brushing against An’s cheek.

“Is it the death you fear? Or the manner of death?”

“The manner of death.” An answered immediately. “The only regret I have about dying would be leaving you and Ciel.” Grelle hummed in response, seeming to think something over. When they next spoke their words were hesitant and quiet, as though they were desperately trying to not cause offense.

“If-if we ever do end up in a situation where it seems we cannot get out-” she started, “then...well if the manner of death is what scares you, I could make sure that you would never go to hang.”

It took An a moment to understand what Grelle was suggesting, that the Reaper would slay An herself rather than allowing her to be taken away as a criminal. Her initial reaction was hurt and rage, how could Grelle even think about killing her, didn’t she love An? How could you murder the person you loved! But that outrage vanished the moment An saw the genuine worry in Grelle’s eyes. This wasn’t the Reaper throwing aside a human accomplice who had failed her, this was Grelle offering An a way out that would give her an element of dignity, would save her the crushing shame of being branded a criminal and hanged in disgrace. So An twisted her fingers tighter into the back of Grelle’s butler uniform and considered the offer as objectively as she could.

Would it be better to die by Grelle’s hand than the noose? She would be dead either way but...the noose was so impersonal and cold. Grelle would kill her out of love, not disgust. She would die side by side with the woman she loved so dearly, without enduring the mockery and scorn of her peers. Put it like that and the answer seemed so obvious.

“Would it hurt?”

“For you? Never. As quick and easy as taking a breath.” Grelle promised, holding An even closer.

“Then yes. Grelle my love, my blood red ruby rose. Don’t you let them take me alive.” An said, a new note of fierceness in her voice. In response Grelle released her from the embrace and dropped to her knees in front of An, holding her hands and gazing up at the human in adoration.

“Yes my lady.”

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