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blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk · 2 years

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Could I please request platonic!motherly reader with ciel? The only competent worker besides the butler, smart/diligent/hard working but still pleasant to be around, but slowly she has worked her way into the earls heart as someone he ‘begrudgingly’ cares about. She sings beautifully and is given permission to sing when there are no guests, some nights she can do a private show for everyone in the manor 💜 I can practically hear the acoustics 👌 I CAN SEE FINNY VIBIN ALONG ~

One night she is secretly tasked by Sebastian to come to the lords room as he’s having a terrible night terror, she stands off to the side of the lump of sobbing covers and starts singing A mhaigdean Bhan Uasal (from Brave yes, BUT GOD ITS BEAUTIFUL) and is able to bring him down, maybe even feel like for just a second that his mom was back? 😭 plz and Ty

first of all I had to zoom to this request because holy shit how do you know what kinds of things I want to write EVEN BEFORE I DO?? ARE U A WIZARD BESTIE????

but uh DANG I could see Finny vibing!! and all the others! tho Sebby vibes............... quietly.......... but he still do vibe........................

ANYWAY I HAVE NO TEARS LEFT PLEASE LET ME HUG THIS LIL MAN I AM RUINED

DISCLAIMER: This piece is accompanied by a few sections of lyrics from the song “A Mhaighdean Bhàn Uasal” from Disney’s Brave! I don’t own the song, don’t claim to, and am not profiting off this piece at all.

You’ve always thought that even though he’s no longer a child, your young master deserves some kind of maternal presence.

It’s difficult as you don’t want to be presumptive, but… he seems to have accepted you as that presence. At least in a way. Your singing brightens the household, so much so that once in a while he actually takes a break simply in order to have a cup of tea and listen to you.

SEBASTIAN keeps you well under his thumb, as well, though he doesn’t have to watch you as closely as he does the other servants. You do your job dutifully and with almost as much perfection as the butler himself. All else aside, you think he’s proud of you. Whatever else is true, he seems to enjoy your serenades just as much as everyone else.

The rest of the staff handle combat quite easily; you’ve seen them do that. They protect the earl from every outside threat which comes for him. Sometimes you don’t know how you fit with the rest of them, because you’re not a fighter.

Then comes the night when you realize that you’re not here to protect CIEL from intruders ― you’re here to protect him from the parts of his mind that try to swallow him whole.

It starts when you open your eyes to find Sebastian at your bedside, with a careful hand on your shoulder. All it takes is for him to whisper, “Apologies, my lady, but the young master has requested your presence,” for you to be hurrying to your feet and slipping on a robe so that you’re dressed in more than your nightgown as you follow him.

It’s never happened before. You’ve never been woken in the early hours of the morning and summoned to Ciel’s room, and for what reason? It scares you a bit, concerned that something must be wrong.

When you enter the room, it becomes clear that your worries are correct. The sheets are a mess, except for the comforter which is bunched up at the foot of the bed… presumably, that’s the image of your master wrapped up in it. He’s still short and slight even as an adult, and it appears he’s attempting to make himself as small as possible at the moment.

Worse yet, you realize that you haven’t ever heard the sound of him sobbing until now. You’ve been with him for years, and this is the first time you’ve heard your master cry.

There he is, the Earl of Phantomhive, curled up under his bedclothes, hiding and wailing like a hurt child.

In a way, you suppose that’s what he’s been ever since you met him, and that’s what he’s remained, because he’s found nothing to help him heal.

Your gaze shifts briefly to Sebastian, seized by the urge to grab his arms in fear. You’ve never seen Ciel quite like this before. Does Sebastian really think you know what to do? Shouldn’t you be asking him?

“He refuses anything I offer.” The butler’s voice is kept low as he gives you the only explanation he can. “I admit I told a little white lie in saying that he requested you, my lady, and I sincerely apologize for that… but… I’m at a loss. My thought was that you might be able to calm him. Perhaps with a song?”

Then you look back to Ciel. The young man is trembling beneath the comforter, and you can see his hands clutching, gripping, unsure whether to pull it closer or throw it off entirely. It looks, however, like he’s terrified that something awful will happen if he leaves his hiding place.

You don’t know everything about what’s happened to your poor master. What you do know is that he’s been through hell and came back standing as tall as he possibly could.

But you don’t think it made him stronger. It was himself who made him stronger. You think what he’s been through just hurt.

Does Sebastian really think a simple lullaby can be of any comfort?

Still, you take a few steps, and tentatively kneel at the side of the bed, near the end where Ciel is sat. “My lord,” you say softly. Just to get his attention. Just to draw his focus to you, so that maybe his mind will throw away the focus he has on everything which has hurt him. “I’m here. Can you hear me?”

You can see his eyes from inside the comforter. One of them glows. The one he always covers, burning like some pink flame in the night, with a pattern you can’t make out. Now’s not the time to ask, because there’s terror in them both, and he seems to be looking through you. “I… I can… who are you? I don’t…”

“It’s just me. It’s (Name).” Part of you thinks it should hurt that he doesn’t recognize you. It’s a tiny part, though. He’s caught somewhere between a memory and the present; you can’t blame him for being confused. “It’s only Sebastian and I here. It’s alright.”

You should have expected, perhaps, that when you reached your hand toward him, he would smack it away as he does. The fear reignites, its message clear ― even though he knows who you are, he’s afraid of being hurt. “Don’t touch me!” Twin rivers make their way down his face, dripping down onto the bed, his eyes pleading with you.

“… Don’t…” His voice comes out quieter after that. As if he didn’t truly mean to snap at you, but the thought of touch right now is unbearable. “Please… don’t touch me…”

Instantly your hands are held up, away from him, showing that you aren’t going to try that again. “I won’t, I won’t. I promise.”

He’s crying and breathing so hard, you’re anxious he might work himself into an asthma attack. So you perch one hand on the board at the end of the bed, and set the other on the mattress in front of him. “Ciel…” Maybe if you speak to him as if he’s your son instead of your master. That’s how you think of him. That might be what he needs at the moment. “May I sing to you?”

A series of shuddering breaths makes his frame shake. That you’ve offered seems to make more tears fall. “W… would you…?”

You begin to hum quietly, a sound which could almost be mistaken for a violin playing the melody of your lullaby. So many of them you’ve collected over the years, but this one special for the simple fact that you speak your mother tongue within it.

“A naoidhean bhig, cluinn mo ghuth,”

you start; a flawless soprano that some people have likened to a goddess or a faerie. It floats high above the rest of the world and acts as a gossamer blanket. A shield unlike the one Sebastian offers. Much gentler, see-through, delicate as silk and strong as steel.

“Mise ri d’ thaobh, Ó mhaighdean bhàn ar rìbhinn òg, fàs a’s faic do thìr, dìleas fhéin…”

The song and your voice wrap him up in security. Not so loose that he doesn’t feel safe, not so tight that he feels restricted. It settles over him like a dusting of snow, and it brings back better memories.

Memories of sitting by the fireplace at night, then being carried back to his room. A kiss on his forehead. A pair of arms encircling him within a larger bed than his own. A hand rubbing up and down his back to ease his coughing. A warm blanket when cold winter winds would rattle the windows.

Things which have been lost.

Things which he could have again, if only he would reach out for them.

Things which existed in his mother, and which also exist in you.

“A ghrian a's a ghealach, stiùir sinn gu uair ar cliù 's ar glòir naoidhean bhig, ar rìbhinn òg mhaighdean uasal bhàn.”

It’s like you’re watching him come back to life, back into himself, back into the present. He remembers where he is and who he is and what’s going on.

You meet his eyes, and you can see it ― he knows he’s safe.

Thin fingers creep out from within the comforter… setting on top of where yours are resting. He holds your hand with as much strength as he can muster right now, as if he thinks you might vanish if he holds too tightly.

As soon as you give him a tender smile, he shifts wholly. His body slips off of the bed, bringing the comforter with him as he pushes down into your embrace. He’s still unsteady, thready breaths puffing against your neck as you pull him in.

Your arms hold him gingerly; aware that the hurt child inside him is screaming to you for comfort. You take all of it, the anger and the pain underneath it, and you let it all collapse against you.

Whatever Ciel might ever admit to, he needs you. He needs to be taken care of. He can’t do it all on his own like he’s been trying to ever since you met him.

If what he needs in this moment is for you to hold every single part of him that aches, you’ll do it.

When he opens his mouth, too exhausted to do anything else, it’s a whispered few notes that come out.

“Naoidhean bhig, ar rìbhinn òg…”

he echoes you tiredly. His voice just barely the rasp of a song, with the fear not quite gone from his eyes, he lets them fall closed. At least trusting that even if he’s scared, you’re not going to let anything hurt him, even the ghosts of things which have already hurt him.

“Mhaighdean uasal bhàn,”

you finish, final breaths against the crown of his head.

Nothing can harm him.

Not as long as you’re here.

You won’t let it.

#night terrors tw #ptsd tw #Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Ciel #Sebastian #reader insert #platonic #familial #hurt/comfort #drama #angst #GIRL HELP I'M CRYING IN THE CLUB............#HE DESERVES SO MUCH BETTER THAN EVERYTHING THAT'S HAPPENED TO HIM #WAAAAAAAH!!!!#one hell of a queue

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insertsomthinawesome · 1 year

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I had this mini debate about how on earth Kalim would be able to hug malleus (according to my notes, Malleus is [in my heart at least] 6′6, and Kalim is 5′5) and then i was like. What if he’s the bestie who absolutely LAUNCHES onto you. falsdfjasldf anyways this was such a precious request anon ;;v;; AND I’M SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT!! -NO ROMANCE INCLUDED-

#isa doobles requests #anonymous #Twisted Wonderland #Twst #Kalim al asim #Malleus Draconia #twst Malleus #twst Kalim #Isa's fanart #insertsomthinawesome #March2023 #so much seratonin waaaaaaah #THEY BOTH GET TO BE HAPPY!!!! AND HAVE FUN!!#MALLEUS GETS A BESTIE!!! (yuu is not chopped liver xD yuu would also enjoy this development)#Jamil may be having a heart attack in the background but we don't have to think about that right now WHEEZE

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lamiaceae-doodles · 1 year

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pov: it’s been 7 years since you last met

#arven #arven pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon sv #trainer arven #pokemon fanart #pokemon arven #lami's doodles #i’m so embarrassed but i wanted to draw him w the chef jacket #and hair tied up waaaaaaah #i had insomnia and then i passed out after drawing this #the otome demons possessed me this time

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vantesa · 9 months

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Louis arriving in Paris after “killing” Lestat just to find out the mf is the co founder of the Theatres des Vampires with a big ass portrait hanging on the wall

#interview with the vampire #iwtv season 2 #iwtv #iwtv spoilers #amc iwtv #louis de pointe du lac #lestat de lioncourt #lestat iwtv #the vampire lestat #louis iwtv #lestat x louis #JUST THE TEASER WAAAAAAAH SO EXCITED!!!!

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aimasup · 2 months

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i'm back

#me checking my messages and getting exploded #why is everyone so GREAT WAAAAAAAH #seriously I can't thank mutuals enough for being cool about it Σ( ; Д ;|||) I have so much to post from my drafts! so much art!#and of course I'll be clearing out my likes ;p so ah get ready for tons and tons of reblogs of random shit ahaha

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radroachess · 3 months

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Good boy

This healed something in me I think, Roy had to be a dog person obvs

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nanatown · 11 months

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— JISUNG ; bf texts

# : fluff, kind of suggestive in one of them If u squint HWHWHW, just goofy bf things

warnings ? : swearing !

💬 : im so whipped for him i cant, first post btw if anyone cares ㅜㅜ

[ written by © nanatown ! ] navi. mlist.

taglist : open ^^

#WAAAAAAAH #i need him so bad #angel ; nct #angel ; fluff #nct dream x reader #nct x reader #jisung x reader #park jisung x reader #nct smau #jisung smau #park jisung imagines #park jisung scenarios #park jisung #park jisung smut #park jisung fluff #jisung fluff #nct fluff #nct dream fluff

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heartorbit · 5 months

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i think they would get along

#one of these characters actually tried to kill her classmates and the other is emu otori #project sekai #emu otori #revue starlight #daiba nana #[nonchalantly as possible so nobody knows i take screenshots of any nana-esque thing emu says to cough up blood about]#mfw runninf away from the changing flow of time i've forgotten even who i was #MFW I HOPE THAT NOTHING CHANGES AND WE CAN KEEP THE STAGE HERE FOREVER #pjsk #prsk #proseka #revstar #all these damn tags #im going to spend the next 6 hours on one assignment due at midnight and the other six on the assignment due tomorrow morning. adios #WAAAAAAAH. WAAAAAAAAH. just kidding it's fine. ^_^#its funny this got more than 1 like on twitter i made this for an audience of Me #it seems the pjsk and revsta overlap is pretty high. thank you satohina tomoriru and the star button on tsukasa potatos suit

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khaoray · 1 month

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Scars are not injuries. A scar is a healing. After injury, a scar is what makes you whole. — The Scar, China Miéville

@userdramas event 15: something new (transition) @asiandramanet event 05: women @asiandramanet march bingo: animation

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prisile · 11 months

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if u see me recolor this nuh uh

#jean descole #professor layton #art tag :3 #i can color this better i promise but i forgot how to color animals WAAAAAAAH

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gatzbright · 7 months

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[october] one year of togetherness.

@/dreamsecretclub: dteam Christmas won’t be happening unfortunately, thought I’d say before that way Christmas can still be great :) totally out of our control unfortunately, can’t wait for the future still :)) 2022 incoming ♥️♥️

Dream: I'm gonna expose George's feelings on his behalf ... He was just saying, he was like, 'I think I'm depressed', and we were like 'What do you mean?' and he was like, 'I don't know. I don't do anything, and no one's here, and I just wanna come to the US'. And Sapnap was like, 'Well, what if I came to the UK?' and George was like, 'You should'. And then Sapnap went and filed for his passport the next day.

Dream: Because George hasn't got his visa yet, Sapnap's going to the UK. Sapnap: Fine. I'll go. [Dream Team laughs] Dream: So, unfortunately, Sapnap's getting the first George hug. [George Laughs] Sapnap: I'm getting the first George hug.

Dream: I feel like if George isn't here by, like—I wanna be like, 'Well, next month'. I feel like if George isn't here by September, my like, mental health will take a dive. Massively. And that sounds like, fucked, but it's one-hundred percent true.

Dream: You will see the fact that George, um—George's reaction to seeing me ... We said when he got his visa he could FaceTime me, so, stuck to the plan. Not saying anymore because you have to wait for the meetup video.

Dream: You sure you don't want to wait to see me in person? George: I'm ready. I've got my camera set up—I'm all ready to go! Dream: I guess I just, I wasn't expecting this. I'm gonna go look in a mirror and make sure I don't look like trash. I'll be right back! George: [laughs] Okay ... Oh my god.

George: After years of waiting, I was finally going to America.

Sapnap: Dream? Dream: Yeah? Sapnap: Clay? Dream: Oh god. Sapnap: I brought him. He's here. You excited? Dream: I am ... very nervous. Sapnap: Nervous but excited. Dream: I'm nervous, but I'm excited! I'm doing excited hops. Sapnap: It's a big day—an exciting day! ... Take your time. This is big stuff. He's going to be living here forever.

@/GeorgeNotFound: Just met Dream!! :)

“This doesn’t even feel real,” George says in the video — a sentiment he reiterates to Variety when asked about how he felt in the moment. “The sun was directly behind him, and it was blinding me, and he had an aura about him.”

George: It's so bright, I can't even see you. You're like a—you're like a god with the sun behind you!

George: I guess I gotta go get my bags in, and time to live in the Dream House. Dream: The Dream Team House!

@/GeorgeNotFound: why didnt you post the one where you actually kissed me?

dream @/dreamwastaken: just felt better leaving things up for larger interpretation

George: Look it's Dream, and Sapnap. It's all of us!

Dream: [softly to George] Rise and shine. We're home.

Hypnotised, Delta Goodrem | Dream's secret George photos in smile hoodie, Deleted @/dreamwastaken Tweet | Dream Priv Tweet,@/dreamsecretclub | The Collector, John Fowles | Dream Team Minecraft Skins | Dream Discord Podcast, Dream Merch Server | Our first selfie :], @/GeorgeNotFound Tweet | Sapnap Tiktok with George, @/Sapnapvids | Fortnite w/Dream and George, SapnapAlt VOD | Waiting for Godot, Samuel Beckett [Used Many Times] | You Laugh You Lose With George, Sapnap VOD | Dream Discord Podcast, Dream Merch Server | The Trial, Franz Kafka | George Visa Tweet, @/GeorgeNotFound | Dream Twitter Space, @/dreamwastaken | October Passed Me By, girl in red | George Visa Selfie, @/GeorgeNotFound | I Met Dream In Real Life, GeorgeNotFound [Used Many Times] | There It Goes, Maisie Peters | Dandelion Wine, Gregory Alan Isakov | Electric Touch (feat. Fall Out Boy) (Taylor's Version) (From The Vault), Taylor Swift | Coastline, Hollow Coves | George Tweet, @/GeorgeNotFound | Dream and George Interview, Rachel Seo, Variety | Dream Deleted Tweet Photos, @/Dream | George Tweet Reply,@/GeorgeNotFound | Dreamland, Glass Animals | Photograph of Dream and George during the Foodbeast's Panel at Twitchcon San Diego, @/itsjusttai_ | Dream Team Christmas – Baking Cookies, Sapnap VOD | fallingforyou, The 1975 | Dream Team Christmas – Gingerbread Houses, GeorgeNotFound VOD | Dream Tweet Reply, @/dreamwastaken | It's Not Living (If It's Not With You), The 1975 | just got back from hospital..., GeorgeNotFound VOD | Home, Gabrielle Aplin | Dream and George on set: Everest – Dream & Yung Gravy BEHIND THE SCENES, Dream Music | Dream Snapchat Video, @/Dream | Frankenstein, Mary Shelley

#WAAAAAAAH HAPPY ANNIVERSARY OF MEET UP AND FACE REVEAL GEORGE IN FLORIDA DREAM TURNS ONE YEAR OLD DAY !!!!!!!!!#ijust spent four hours on this holyfuckdbdhf my brain rn #I WANNA FINSIH A FIC FOR TOMROROW/TODAY TOO. it is 3:30am i thinki should Sleep thoand sdothat tomorrow #mygod #this iss o satisfying to look at now #the references are always so god damn long but i LOVE DOING THEM no matter how much of a pain they are bc its like hey. h ey look dnf real #dnf is R eal bc LOOK. LOOK LOOOOOK. (also we're gonna ignore the formatting of the referencing bc it fucked up Many times IM NOT FIXINGAGA #ok thanksfor ur attention enjoy goonight mwah <3333333 #dnf #dreamnotfound #web weaving #compilations #my webs

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dovewingkinnie · 8 months

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idea where elizabeth actually hates michael for all the bullying he inflicted onto evan and causing his eventual death (she was very close with evan in this) so she's not against scooping him in sister location, but theres probably a part of her that feels bad and didn't actually want to do it since hes still her brother (this is a rewrite for an au so things r changed)

#shes just a kid and is going through all of this waaaaaaah

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luvrxbunny · 4 months

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ITS A SURVIVAL RESPONSE??? WHAT DOES IT THINK WERE TRYNNA SURVIVE ☠️☠️

RIGHT????

but this got me thinking..

so let’s say miguel is an anti hero that’s more on the anti side and he’s not planning on doing anything to her but there’s a certain thrill he gets from slightly tormenting this pretty girl on her walk home.

he makes sure not to be super stealthy to let her know she’s being followed, but stealthy enough for her to not be able to actually see who’s following her.

eventually in a panic she corners herself in an alleyway and miguel decides to make himself known. he uses the shadows as a mask for his face let’s his form hulk over yours.

fear floods your body as he slowly rises over you and he smells you just completely saturate the air with your scent. it’s overpowering all his senses and he freezes.

you’re cowering in front of him, too scared to meet his eyes but then you hear a dull thud. you bring your gaze up to see him on his knees, his face looking up at you in a way that holds you. you can’t look away. your heart races faster as you keep eye contact and he huffs out a sad breath. for a moment you try to decipher what it means, it sounds sad, almost desperate in a way. but then you snap out of it.

this guys been following you for nights on end. you slowly walk around him, his eyes follow you and eventually his head as you walk to his side. he gives up following you once you get over his shoulder, his head falling forward so his chin meets his chest. you pause for a moment, shocked at how easily he gave up.

you can see his broad back heaving with his panting breaths and you examine him for a moment. you take in his large form, your eyes raking over him quickly before you make your escape.

miguel is left in the alley, immobilized by the sweetness of your scent, his cock throbbing in his suit and desperate to follow you again.

guys i think i talk too much 🤪

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