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dark-side-blog3 · 1 year

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Screaming and crying wdym there’s no other platonic yandere ciel on ao3

I love yan kiddos in general!! I’m so sad there’s not more platonic yandere in the world. Give me yanderes that want to be your brother or your best friend >:( yans that want YOU to be their daddy/mommy and take care of them (and they will throw SUCH a tantrum if you don’t)

Ciel specifically appeals to me a lot because he’s old enough to be aware that what he’s doing isn’t morally correct, but also not old enough to actually care. He’s selfish like that but he thinks it’s deserved since he’s gone through so much.

I can’t say I’d mind too much. At first anyway. I’m sure it’d be nice for the first few months, but it’s when he starts getting pushy that it becomes a problem.

I lowkey loved how ciel passed off punishment to Sebastian in your fic and it’s so ic for him bc he prefers to be disconnected from the bits he doesn’t like. He wants a parent and you’re going to play the role or else.

Speaking of, you’re only one person. Do you think he’d try to find a romantic partner for you? Someone to complete his little nuclear family fantasy.

Someone that doesn’t particularly care about your predicament and maybe even prefers it because despite everything you still love ciel and would do anything for him, and if a second parent is what makes him happy, then at least it keeps Sebastian off your back for a while

Anyway this is getting long and rambly I’m going to cut myself off here

-Jojo

Ah, Jojo, you know the way to my heart~! I'm ecstatic that you have such an interest in this fic!

I doubt that Ciel would actively look for a partner for his parent. At least, not to fulfill a nuclear family fantasy. Ciel is too selfish to share his fantasy with more than one liability-- it's not like you want to be here, that much is clear. But managing a second one and having to make sure your relationship is working is too hard for Ciel to actually manage, considering he's a 13-year-old boy who could not care less about romance.

It's a damned if you do, damned if you don't situation.

You don't like the partner Ciel chooses for you, and he gets pouty and petty because you're "ruining the fantasy". Sure many noble families only tolerate each other, but you are supposed to be better than that. You're supposed to be like Ciel's real parents, and his parents loved each other. And you're not doing it right.

And if you do like the partner Ciel chooses for you, then Ciel gets jealous because you like them more than you'll ever like him, don't you? It doesn't matter that it's a different type of love, what matters is you look at them with affection and joy, and you only ever look at Ciel with barely masked contempt for kidnapping you and using his demon to keep you imprisoned.

I don't doubt Sebastian will encourage Ciel to try at least once, but it never ends up well. You might develop a theory that the real reason Sebastian even suggests getting you a partner is so he has a reason to punish someone at Ciel's command.

#jojo anon #yandere ciel phantomhive #yandere ciel #platonic yandere #yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #anon confession #my writing!

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ruttama-art · 1 month

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Chapter 2 Kuro live posting .3.

First the scene where Sebastian gets that headdress is 10/10 and this lil Ciel is top tier

he's absolutely loosing his shit rn

Also Sebastian holding back Ciel... I like to think he did it to show some sort of revenge for being laughed at lol

And of course we can't forget the immaculate drip that Lizzie picked out for Ciel

However this scene has and will always make me super uncomfortable

basically I understand why ppl really didn't like Lizzie at first because in this chapter she's portrayed as forcing her will onto others, not in control of her emotions and not respecting boundaries AT ALL

Like bro who tf breaks a ring in reaction to someone very clearly being upset that you took the ring without permission? Even if she doesn't know what the ring means to him... that's still HIS property

Anyways speaking of the ring

The twin thing really was there from the very beginning. I didn't even notice that line the first times I read the manga

And lastly we have Ciel venting his feelings and Sebastian going "Shut the fuck up and go to sleep already."

#I must confess that when I started reading kuro i also really hated Lizzie #but mainly bc she reminded me of my school bullies lmaooo #Lizzie forgive my past self but you were kind of a pos in your first appearance #kuroshitsuji #black butler #liveblogging

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veruindigo · 1 year

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I Played Along With Your Scheme

Black Butler - Claude Faustus x Reader

//For all my works, you can find them in AO3.

Claude was a butler. A demon butler. A weird title to have, but one that’s true to the emotionless man with golden eyes.

And he was your butler. You don’t really remember why that was the case, the memory of the event is fuzzy in your mind, but you decided it was something not worth dwelling on. A perfect servant, at the price of your soul? That was a steal!

And what a perfect butler he was.He was great at cooking, did your laundry and ironed your clothes, and would even do your hair and make up if you couldn’t be bothered to do it yourself. He was at your beck and call, doing everything he was asked, regardless how normal or ridiculous the order may be, and he would do so perfectly. It was a nice plus that he was handsome too.

Still, all things have their flaws, even demons. And one flaw your butler had was that he was damnably good at hiding his emotions. Not once have you ever seen the man smile, frown, or even so much as to give you a tired look. Nothing. It was always the poker face with him, day and night. You thought it might have something to do with him being a demon, but shouldn’t demons be sadistic creatures from hell who take pleasure in inflicting pain and suffering unto others?

…Then again, maybe you should be glad he didn’t turn out to be like that.

Nonetheless, Claude being emotionless was a pet peeve of yours. Made you curious too. Was there anything that could break that brick wall of a face he had?

You faced your butler with a wide grin, and he only stared at you in return, waiting for your instruction.

Oh, you were going to test his patience.

—

“Hm… I’m not really liking this dish either.”

You started it with something simple.

“There’s just not enough… feeling to it.”

And you did that by being unusually picky with your food.

“What feeling are you looking for?” Claude asked, sporting his usual poker face. On his hand was the third dish he made — something different, considering the previous dishes were apparently not good enough.

“Um…” You placed your hand on your chin, mentally sweating at thinking what ridiculous bullshit you were supposed to say next. “I don’t know… I just don’t vibe with it, you get me?”

You dug your nails into your arm, willing yourself to not cringe at your stupid reasoning.

“...I see.”

You applaud Claude for his patience. Only you, Claude, only you. You looked in surprise as he placed the dish he was holding in front of you.

“What—” You stopped as the overwhelming wonderful scent of the dish caught you by surprise, a furious red blush burning your cheeks as your stomach growled loudly. “Oh…”

“This seems to vibe well with you.”

You could only hang your head in shame as you ate the food, embarrassed.

“...It’s delicious, Claude.”

“I know.”

—

Since annoying him didn’t work, how about making him laugh?

“That’s easier said than done…” You mumbled, sighing. “I never even seen him crack a smile.”

“Fuck it,” you stood up and went to the garden. Sure enough, Claude was there, and with a pair of scissors in one hand, and a watering can on the other, he was tending to the roses with the utmost care.

“Claude.”

“Yes?”

You were second-guessing yourself. Were you really gonna do this?

“I told my friend I was going to make a bike out of spaghetti.”

The moment you opened your mouth, the embarrassment came rushing in like a horde of demons crawling out of a gate from hell, threatening to eat you alive.

“You should have seen her face when I rode right pasta.”

The silence was deafening.

“Get it? Hahaha.”

So unbearable that you wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

He opened his mouth, but you turned away, going back inside and slamming the door behind you. You wanted to cry.

“God, that was awful!”

—

After the previous fiasco, you wondered if it was really worth continuing this scheme. You weren’t sure if your heart could take embarrassing yourself again.

“Ah… But I really want to see him make some sort of expression though…”

In the end, you decided to continue. The curiosity gnawed at you. But what could you do that could make him react? After thinking about it for some time, an idea came to mind.

Maybe alcohol could loosen him up?

—

You were sitting on the couch, a mound of pillows surrounding you as you watched the movie playing with mild interest. A pile of snacks, and a case of beer lay on the table in front of you, barely consumed and certainly too much for you to finish alone.

You glanced at your butler, who was standing off to the side and looking, at best, quite bored. You sighed. Your original plan was to invite him to drink with you, but you chickened out last minute realizing how bad of an idea that was. What if he thinks you were doing this with bad intentions in mind?

Well, you sorta did have bad intentions, but you just wanted to see him react, okay?! It’s not like you were doing something really bad…

You pouted as you stared at him.

“Yes?”

You jumped in surprise, before laughing. You didn’t realize you were staring at him for that long.

“Oh, um…”

“.....”

This was awkward. He was staring at you without saying anything. He’s just… standing there, menacingly.

…Well, you reached this point already. It couldn’t hurt to try.

“Aren’t you tired?” You started, not meeting his eyes. “Why don’t you sit on the couch—” you patted the seat “—it makes me feel guilty that I’m the only one comfortable while watching the movie.”

He didn’t reply. He was staring at you again, and from that point, you just wanted to disappear. Come on, man, say something!

“Sure.”

You couldn’t put it into words the relief you felt as he replied, him moving to finally sit down next to you. There we go, mission #1, complete. One small step for you, but one big step to finally getting him to react.

So now that he was beside you, the next thing was to make conversation. You were conflicted for a bit, since Claude wasn’t the greatest conversationalist, but anything should do.

“So what do you think of the main character?”

He glanced at you, and for a moment you were dreading it was going to be another staring contest.

“He’s… alright,” Thank goodness he replied, “He could be rational with his actions, however. He acts purely on his emotion, and not much with thought.”

“But he has good intentions, though.” Nice, with this, you can smoothly carry on with the conversation. “Granted there are some consequences, but he’s doing his best for everyone.”

“What use is good intentions if they bring more harm than good?”

You were able to successfully establish a casual atmosphere between the two of you, debating about this and that, and honestly, you were surprised that Claude thought of things that way.There was still a lot of things to learn about him, wasn’t there?

But let’s not get too distracted. It’s time to proceed to the next step, the main mission.

“Don’t you think he’s really awesome though?” You reached out a hand to get a can of beer, and opened it. You played it cool and acted natural as you placed the can in front of him, casually continuing the conversation as if nothing happened. “Like how he uses his summoning powers. I mean, to make pineapples just fall from the sky? How awesome is that?!”

You saw him look at the can in front of him, hearing the cog wheels turn in his head. This was his decision. If he was going to take it, then success. If not, then you wouldn’t force him.

“You think that’s awesome?” You couldn’t hide the smile that grew on your lips as he took the can and drank it, him playing it just as cool and casually as you did. “It’s tacky.”

“Hey!” You laughed, before taking a big gulp of your beer, slamming it onto the table with gusto. “Listen here, imagine how much better the world would be if pineapples rained?!”

The two of you continued to banter like that until the 3-hour long movie ended, discussing things that didn’t make sense, and drinking lots of beer.

—

“I’m… tired.” You yawned as you slumped against a pillow, feeling significantly buzzed, and not having the energy to move an inch.

“I can tell.” Claude replied as he stood up. He snaked his arms beneath you then lifted you up, and perhaps all too enthusiastically, you snuggled up against his chest. You looked at him and his unflushed, completely normal face.

“This is… unfairrr,” your words slurred as you poked his chest, annoyed. “You’re… you don’t feel… little drunk?”

“No.” he replied.

“So unfair…” you mumbled, once again pressing your cheek against his chest. You felt a slight breeze pass, and you wondered if you were in your room already.

But you couldn’t tell properly. Your brain wasn’t functioning right. Everything was fuzzy, it was too warm, and something smelled good. He smelled good.

“Thank you.”

Did you say that out loud?

“Ungh…” You groaned as you were plopped down onto your bed. You felt him take your pillows, fluff them up and placed one on each side and one under your legs. He then spread your blanket and covered you with it. You felt so comfy that you were going to fall asleep at any moment.

You turned to look at him one last time. He was staring at you, the same ol’ look on his face. Under the light of the moon, his gold eyes looked especially entrancing.

“You look handsome, Claude.” you mumbled, “So handsome that I want to make you mine.”

This man… He just had to stop his facade when you weren’t sober, didn’t he? You’ll ingrain the image in your head even if it isn’t the clearest. Of his lips stretching, and his eyes becoming soft.

Claude was smiling.

You wanted to bask in this moment. Take out a camera and save the image to last forever, but the call of sleep was too strong, and it was pulling you under faster than you wanted it to. As if something was making you more sleepy. Perhaps it was your imagination, but as you closed your eyes and let darkness take you, for a moment, you thought his eyes turned pink.

“Yours… Isn’t that already the case?”

#black butler #claude faustus #claude faustus x reader #kuroshitsuji #reader #fluff #alcohol #alcoholic confessions #scheming #out of character #pokerface #comedy #romantic comedy

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t4tgrelliam · 4 months

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guys did you know i'm a william t. spears fan

#shocking confession #black butler #kuroshitsuji #william t spears

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fandomlife-confessions · 8 months

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#black butler #kuroshitsuji #fandom life confessions

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blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk · 6 months

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Can I get an audio (and transcript, if possible?) of Snake confessing to listener?

yes, absolutely!! our sweet lil scaly boi <3

Of all the times and places to confess... you didn't think Snake would have picked at a fancy ball whilst he's busy being a wallflower. How adorable; he's tongue-tied! Good thing he has a friend to help him out.

sound effects/ambience from https://quicksounds.com

MUSIC CREDIT

"Waltz (Tschikovsky Op. 40)" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 4.0 License http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/

transcript below the cut!

AUDIO START

[soft waltz music playing throughout]

[people chattering in the background throughout]

(in Wordsworth’s voice) “Ah. It’s a lovely night, isn’t it?”

(sighs softly)

“I-I… I agree, Wordsworth. A beautiful party.”

(takes a breath)

“I… ah…”

(in Wordsworth’s voice) “My dear. The young man is trying to get up his courage to tell you something.”

“Mnh… Wordsworth, I… ah…”

(in Wordsworth’s voice) “Go on, boy, out with it!”

“A-ah…”

(takes a breath, sighs heavily, clears throat)

“Listener, I… ehm…”

(takes a breath)

“It’s… it’s difficult for me to… speak on my own. I-I have… trouble… but… I… I think… you, more than anyone… deserve…”

(lets out a single laugh)

“… Me. A-and, and I… I… wanted to tell you… as me.”

(takes a breath, sighs softly)

“I… I have… I have… f-feelings for you. I-I… understand if that’s… if you don’t have…”

(breathes anxiously)

“For me… I… I just… I just wanted to ask…”

(in Wordsworth’s voice) “Go on, Snake, you’re doing fine! Don’t lose your courage now.”

(breathes softly)

“M-mmh…”

(breathes anxiously)

“I wanted to ask…”

(takes a breath)

“May I please… have this dance?”

(breathes anxiously in anticipation)

END AUDIO

#Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Snake #audio #romantic #fluff #confession #UGHHHHHH THIS IS PURE SWEETNESS I CAN'T EVEN-#one hell of a queue

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