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pop-roxs · 1 year

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omgg late valentines grelle x reader fic!! :3

this is like my second ever attempt at fic writing and my first time posting my work so please be easy on me 🙏

(this fic is now on ao3! check the rbs if youd like to check it out)

category: hurt/comfort

ship: grelle x reader

word count: 1,206(i wrote more than i thought oh my god)

reader is gn!!!

Valentine's day is a day for couples to express their love for each other through chocolates and cards. It's a day for crushes to be confessed, and for friends to be cared for. This seems like the perfect holiday for Grelle. But she would say the opposite. Especially now.

It had been a long day at the dispatch, and frankly she was tired of seeing all the healthy and happy couples prance about the halls hand-in-hand. Upon arriving home, she threw off her coat and opened a bottle of wine, finishing about half of it in one go. She could cry if she cared. She just wanted the day to end.

William had been insistant on giving her as much overtime as possible. She would've enjoyed it, if it weren't sitting at her desk in her office, filing paperwork for what seemed to be an endless amount of hours.

It was almost midnight now, as she glumly walked over to her couch to sit down. She was exhausted, staring into nothing as her mind drew blanks. She hadn't even gotten chocolate. Not a single card. Not from friends, and she definitely didn't have any secret admirers. Why would she? Nobody at dispatch actually liked her anyways.

And so she sat there. For about a few minutes, until she heard very incessant knocking at her front door. She grumbled and ignored it. But then by the third round they were practically banging at her door, to which she finally decided to answer whoever wanted to visit her.

"...Y/N?" She stared at you, baffled, wondering why the hell you would be here. "Why are you here? Especially at this hour?..."

You tried to give her an answer, but you were panting so hard, your hands at your knees, trying desperately to catch your breath. "I'm sorry, Grelle, just... Give me a moment..."

She nervously stared at you as your breathing slowly calmed down, and this gave her a good minute or two to inspect your appearance. You were still in your uniform, but you were very much not dressed in a way you could present yourself. Your hair wasn't combed, and your laces were almost completely untied. It's almost as if you ran all the way to her apartment.

Once you finally managed to (mostly) calm down, you looked up at her, speaking in an urgent tone. "Grelle, I'm so sorry, I know I haven't seen you all day. I kinda skipped out on work today. Again, I'm sorry."

"Darling, just tell me why you're here. It's almost midnight. You should be asleep."

"And so should you." Grelle stopped talking after you said that. She let you continue. "I was gone all day because I..." You were afraid to say what you were going to say next.

"I was... Shopping. Looking for the right gift. For you." You looked away and held out a box of chocolates shaped in a heart, with a spider lily and letter taped to it. Grelle gasped quietly upon seeing it, staring at you for a minute. She gently took the box from your hands.

"Y/N, dear... Why did you get me this?" She looked up at you, biting her lip. She was afraid you were teasing her. Why in the ever living hell would you get her chocolates, anyways? And go out of your way to give them to her?

"Because."

"...That's it? Just 'because'?"

"Ok, well, I guess it's deeper than that." You stood up straight, fidgeting with your nails. A blush crept onto your cheeks.

"Well then? I'm waiting." Grelle stood leaning on one leg, her hand on her hip, the other holding the chocolates you gave her. She looked at you expectantly, one eyebrow raised.

Your eyes darted around nervously. Her apartment, the floor, the door, the hallway, anywhere but her face. "I... Well, it's not that important, really. I can tell you some other time. It is rather la-"

"Tell me."

When Grelle spoke to you with that stern tone, you shut up and finally looked into her eyes. You stalled for an incredible amount of time. The longer you waited, the more impatient Grelle became.

"Well, if you're not gonna say, I'll just go to bed." She started to close the door, and you panicked.

"W-Wait! I'll tell you." She stopped closing it, giving you one last chance to explain yourself. She kept her hand on the doorknob.

You closed your eyes as you braced yourself for what you were about to confess to her. "I like you."

Grelle's stern expression softened slowly after you said that. She looked at you in disbelief. No, this wasn't true. You were messing with her.

"Is this some kind of joke?"

When she said that, you immediately opened your eyes to return her gaze. You could tell that her eyes were beginning to water, but she was trying to hold it back. That look hurt.

"What? No! No, I'm not. I wouldn't joke about something like that, Grelle." You looked at her sympathetically.

She stared at you in thought. Her cheeks began to burn with a red color. She kept staring at you for what almost felt like forever. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'm sure."

Grelle couldn't hold it in anymore, as a few tears streamed down her cheeks. She looked at you silently, biting her lip, her eyebrows upturned. You immediately began to worry when she started crying, fiddling with your hands, not know what to do.

"Oh my god, Grelle, I'm so sorry! Are you ok? Did I say something wrong?"

She then quickly started to wipe her tears away. "Goodness, dear, I didn't mean to cry in front of you... This just isn't really believable right now."

"What do you mean by that?" Your heart ached further with her statement.

It was now Grelle's turn to worry, because when she saw your painful expression, she began to feel guilty. "Well... Nobody likes me. Nobody's ever liked me. You know how people treat me at dispatch. I just thought... I wouldn't guess that someone as pretty as you would bother with a woman like me."

"Grelle..." You took a few steps forwards, before wrapping your arms around her, resting your forehead on hers. "Please, believe me when i say this. I love you. I don't just have a small crush on you, or just think you're cute --although that is still true-- I genuinely love you. I don't think i could ever get over that without telling you."

Grelle continued to cry, as she returned your hug, still holding the chocolates. "Darling.. You will never understand how much this means to me. I've been pining on you for so long, I never expressed it since I never knew someone was capable of loving me."

"Please, never believe that lie again." You moved to press a sweet kiss to her cheek, silencing her worries. She looked at you, and her eyes were so full of emotion, sincere and unadulterated affection.

"Come inside, I have some wine we can drink. I would love to share these chocolates with you.♡" Grelle loosened her embrace as she led you into her apartment, to which she spent her best Valentine's night with you.

bro i wrote this at like 2/4am tf

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kywaslost · 10 months

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Maternal Affections - Grell Sutcliff

A/N: When I tell you I slaved over this one, I SLAVED over this one! @idyllic-affections asked that someone write this for them, and I liked the idea so I decided to give it a shot. Usually, I knock out requests or ideas in one sitting, but this, this piece took DAYS. I worked on it every day for hours and ended up falling in love with this. I really hope yall like this one! And as a reminder, I haven’t read the manga yet so I’m sure there are things in this that aren’t canon at all.

Request: fanfic writers, i NEED you all to write grell PLATONICALLY taking care of a young (16-18 kind of age range) non-binary reaper and being like a mother/big sister figure to them. just... her knowing what it's like. her knowing and truly understanding how much pain they were going through in life, how bad it must have been for someone as young as them to end up as a reaper. her making damn sure absolutely no-one treats them like that again because god knows grell is hard to handle normally; lord forbid someone genuinely piss her off. grell just taking a young lil non binary reaper under her wing, it would be so sweet.

Warnings: mentions of suicide, sh, drowning. Proceed with caution please <3

The line between reality and unconsciousness was such a blur you weren’t 100% sure you knew where you were. The last thing you could remember was sitting on the edge of the dock, looking out over the endless sea. Then the feeling of water flooding your lungs as you slowly lose consciousness. You remembered there being a warm breeze, but now you seemed to be cold. You couldn’t grasp your surroundings, floating in and out of consciousness.

Then there were voices. Your breathing stalled for only a moment, fearing you had been found before you could die. And that’s when you began assessing your physical state. You weren’t in any pain, not like you were before you lost consciousness. In fact, you felt just fine, as if you had only fallen asleep instead of attempting to take your own life. And you were lying down. Did you wash up on shore? Last you remembered, you were too far under the surface of the water to be seen.

“Well, good morning dear,” you heard someone say to your right. “You’re finally waking up!”

You stilled, unsure you wanted to open your eyes just yet. You didn’t recognize the voice, and feared it was a nurse, or a doctor, that you’d open your eyes just to see a hospital room.

“You can open your eyes, you know,” the voice spoke up again.

You slowly opened your eyes, only to groan and close them again when you were met with a bright light. Blinking back the tears that formed from the light, you rubbed your eyes and sat upright. The room you're in didn’t look like a hospital room, which made you feel a bit better, until you realized you had no idea where you were, and the person beside you was a complete stranger.

They had bright red hair, dressed in extravagant red clothing. They sat in a cushioned armchair in the corner of the small room you were in. Their legs were crossed at the knees, and they smiled widely.

“Hello, darling.” There was a slight accent to their words.

“Where am I?” you groaned softly. Looking down, you saw a thin blanket covering your legs, and suddenly you were grateful for the fabric. You fiddled with the hem of the blanket as you asked, “Who are you?”

The stranger smiled even wider, bearing sharp, pointed teeth. “Why, I am the infamous Grell Stufliff, the most beautiful reaper around if I do say so myself.” The reaper flicked her long red hair over her shoulder, looking over to you. “Welcome to HQ. You’ll be spending a lot of time here, reviewing souls and whatnot.”

You were so lost and confused. You couldn’t believe what was going on. Surely this wasn’t true. Maybe you were hallucinating from lack of oxygen. Maybe you haven't died yet, but in the process of doing so. But why were you dry?

“You’re confused, that’s common,” Grell said, pushing up off of the chair. “Follow me, and I’ll explain.” She walked over to the door, turning her head to look at you over her shoulder. “Coming, dear?” Snapping out of your thoughts, you pulled the blanket off of your lap, tossing your legs over the side of the bed and lowering yourself to the floor. You had no shoes, like you remembered, and you could feel the cold linoleum floor through your socks. Stumbling to the door, you followed Grell out into the hall.

“Am-am I dead?” you asked hesitantly, pulling at the hems of your sleeves. Grell turned around, walking backwards in order to talk to you.

“Well of course you are darling, how do you think you got here?” She smiled kindly, leading you into a busy room, crowded with people trying on different outfits, much like a clothing store. “This is where people go after they end their lives.” Grell beamed at the sight of red, gripping your hand suddenly to drag you over to them. “Now, first thing’s first, a uniform. Most reapers wear black, but really you are allowed to pick whatever you like.” She let go of your hand to flick through the various tops, taking one off the hook and holding it up to your shoulders. “Oh, red suits you so well, darling! Positively stunning!”

You cleared your throat nervously. “Um, I’d prefer a different top, please.”

Grell frowned, but nodded understandingly. “Aw, alright. I’ll help you, and explain more about why you are here.”

As Grell helped you look for a new outfit, she also explained why you were with her, as well as what you are now. She explained the purpose of reapers, what to expect on the job, and the works, such as death scythes and the death schedule. You didn’t say anything, just taking in her words as you tried on various articles of clothing.

You didn’t understand how you could feel so calm. You’d think waking up in a strange place with an unknown ‘human’ beside you would freak you out, let alone finding out you’re now a supernatural being. But death does that to someone, you think. You already felt safer in this new environment than you did back when you were still living.

It wasn’t until you were dressed in your new clothes and led back down the hall that Grell asked for your name.

“Oh, I’m such a terrible woman!” She shrieked dramatically, falling onto you as you walked beside her. You pushed her away quickly, uncomfortable with her touch. She was still a stranger. “I haven’t asked for your name!”

“Oh,” you said quietly, looking at the ground and shrugging. “Y/N. Y/N L/N.”

And it was now that Grell finally took in your appearance. Your slouched posture, as if you were trying to hide within yourself. You let your hair fall into your eyes, and avoided eye contact. You wouldn’t say much when you spoke, and had such a soft voice it was hard for ehr to hear you sometimes. It left her wondering how old you were.

She decided to back off a bit for the rest of the night, calming down in hopes of making you feel more comfortable. She helped you pick out the perfect pair of glasses, and even recommended death scythes. In the end, she had finished walking you through the beginning steps of becoming a reaper, and it was beginning to get late into the night. Grell was growing tired, and she could see that you were as well.

“Every reaper is assigned a trainee from time to time,” she explained, leading you to yet another unknown location. “So each reaper is assigned a housing unit with spare rooms for the trainees to stay until they become fully-trained.” Grell smiled as she pushed open another door and led you inside. “Welcome home! Mi casa es tu casa, as they say.” She opened yet another door, revealing a decently sized bed with a small closet, and even a desk tucked away in one corner. “This will be your room for the next few months. Make yourself at home!”

The next week passed too slowly for your liking. You learned more and more about becoming a reaper each day, and to be completely honest, you didn’t mind becoming a reaper. Sure, you were lonely, and it looked like a tedious job, but it seemed much better than the life you had when you were living. At least here, there was some understanding of pain between everyone.

You wouldn’t admit it, but having Grell by your side almost 24/7 really helped. She trained you hard. Enough to challenge you and leave you sore, but not enough to hurt you in any way. Every night, once you both returned home, she would make your dinner while you showered and changed into your night clothes.

One night, sleep eluded you. You layed in bed for hours, tossing and turning, but you just couldn’t seem to fall asleep. So you decided to get some fresh air. Grell’s apartment had a small balcony, with the entrance in the living room. So you snuck past Grell’s room, hearing her snores from the hall, as you slipped into the living room and out into the balcony. There wasn’t any furniture, so you settled in the corner, leaning your head against the railing.

Breathing in the fresh air, you closed your eyes, letting the gentle evening breeze caress your face. There was a slight chill in the air and you shivered, curling into a tight ball.

“Darling, what are you doing out here?” You jumped, not hearing the balcony door slide open. Shooting your head up you saw Grell standing in the doorway, blanket draped over her shoulders and another one bundled in her arms. “Mind if I join you?”

You didn’t say anything, only moving your feet slightly so the reaper could sit across from you. She leaned over you, tucking her second blanket around you before sitting in front of you. She let you sit in silence for a moment before speaking again. “Is something troubling you, dear?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” you muttered, pulling the blanket tighter around you. “I’m sorry.”

Grell smiled kindly. “There’s no need to be sorry, love. Would it make you feel better if I stayed with you?”

You thought for a moment, then nodded. “Please?”

“Of course, darling.” Grell took this moment to analyze you again. You looked so young compared to the other reapers-to-be, and you were so quiet. The more she thought about it, Grell realized that she really didn’t know much about you. She only really knew your name, not your age, or how you died, or what caused you to become a reaper.

“How old were you?” Grell asked quietly, also leaning her head against the balcony railing.

“Hm?” you hummed, raising your eyes to meet Grell’s bright green ones.

“When you died. How old were you?”

There was a moment of hesitation before you answered. “18. I was 18 when I died.”

Grell inhaled sharply. “Oh, I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve to die so young.”

You shrugged, closing your eyes again. “I did. I deserved to die. But it’s ok, it’s nicer here.”

Grell placed a comforting hand on your knee. “No you didn’t. No one deserves to be pushed to kill themselves so young.” She received no response, and that’s when the reaper realized that you had fallen asleep. She sighed out of grief for you. She didn’t know how you died, or what pushed you to do so, but Grell had grown fond of you over the past week.

She could never have kids of her own, but she felt so protective over you in this moment, so motherly towards you. So much so that she carefully picked you up, carrying you back to your room and tucking you in. Stepping out only long enough to grab a pillow, Grell returned to your room, making a make-shift bed on the floor beside your sleeping form.

Two days later and you were running off of no sleep. You’d spent the last two nights staring at the ceiling, not daring to sneak back out onto the balcony. By the second day, Grell could notice that something wasn’t right. You were much quieter than usual, and your movements were growing sluggish.

The reaper quietly made two cups of warm tea, bringing them to your bedroom during the early hours of the morning. Knocking softly, Grell slowly opened your bedroom door. As soon as she entered your room, however, her heart sank. Your back was towards the door, but that didn’t stop her from hearing your quiet sobs as you cried into your pillow.

“Oh, darling,” she said quickly, rushing over to the bed. Grell lowered herself to sit on the bed by your hips, then placed the two mugs of tea on the nightstand. “It’s alright, dear. I’m here with you.” She rubbed your back gently as a means of comfort, letting you cry ‘til your heart’s content.

When your tears were reduced to soft hiccups and stuttered breaths, Grell spoke again. “What’s troubling you darling?” she asked softly. “You can talk to me, you know?”

You sniffled, moving so you were laying on your back. Grell brushed the hair from your eyes. You looked like you wanted to speak, but you wouldn’t say anything. With a sigh, you pulled your blanket up to your chin then sat up, leaning against the wall behind you. “I thought that once I die, I would be ok. I wouldn’t have sleepless nights or anything to worry about. I’d be dead.”

“Oh, love,” the reaper cooed. “I understand how you feel. I was once in your shoes. It’s hard to understand the supernatural world while also coping with memories of your past life.”

Tears welled in your eyes again but you refused to let them fall, wiping them away with your sleeve. “Haven’t I struggled enough? I mean, it was so bad I had to kill myself, wasn’t that enough?” You hid behind your hands as you began to cry again. “I suffered for so long, I just wanted it to end.”

Grell slid to sit beside you against the wall then wrapped her arms around you, pulling you against her chest. You let her hold you, stroking your hair and whispering comforting words into the crown of your head. She held you like she’d hold a small child afraid of the monsters under their bed.

While rocking you back and forth slightly, your sleeves slid up just ever so slightly. Grell expected as much, the scars on your forearms showing just how much pain you were in in your past life. She had them too, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt her seeing your scars. When you noticed her green eyes staring at your arms, you quickly pulled your sleeves back down, crying harder.

“Honey, it’s alright,” she cooed. “You don’t have to hide them, I have them too.”

After what felt like years of crying, you lay against Grell and she ran a hand through your hair. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or the fact you felt so comfortable with the reaper at the moment, you began telling your story.

“Drowning,” you muttered into Grell’s shirt.

“I’m sorry, can you repeat that dear?” she asked quietly. “I couldn’t hear you.”

You repeated, “Drowning. I drowned myself in the river.” Grell’s grip around you tightened. “I’ve always loved water. It’s so calm and I feel like everything will be ok. It’s a nice distraction. So I drowned myself so I could finally have peace.”

Grell was silent for a moment. “I know you may have talked about it when you were living, and it did nothing to help you, but you’re here now. Whatever, or whoever, hurt you is not here anymore. So if you’d like to talk about it, maybe you can finally put it behind you. And if you tell me, maybe I can help you, dear.”

You rubbed your eyes, putting your full weight against the red-head. You then proceeded to spend the next two hours spilling your life story to Grell. You told her about anything and everything, from how you were treated by the world, to how you felt about yourself. You told her about the time leading up to your death, what your thought process was and how you were feeling during that time. The best part was the fact that she didn’t judge you in the slightest. She only held you firmly, rubbing your back or running a hand through your hair.

By the time you finished your tale, you were practically asleep in her arms. There was so much she wanted to say to you, but she couldn’t bear to wake you, and she couldn’t decide what she’d even say. So she just continued to hold and rock you, resting her head on your own. She was definitely keeping you home for the day. There was no way she was going to risk the other training reapers hurting you, either physically or emotionally, while you were in this state.

For your remaining life as a reaper, Grell took you under her wing. She was unbearable most of the time, you learned after speaking with William once. But you learned how to handle her and her crazy personality. After officially becoming a reaper, Grell requested that she be paired with you, and you with her when either of you were scheduled to work. And when she wasn’t paired with you, she’d follow you, hidden within arms reach at any point in time.

When you were given your own apartment, you were lucky enough to be next door to your favorite reaper. You were still young, afterall, and didn’t fully understand how to live on your own in this new world. You still spent a few nights a week at Grell’s place, especially if you had a particularly hard day or weren’t feeling well.

Once, Grell caught wind of some of the newer reapers talking about you and how you dressed. Oh boy, they began praying real quick when they saw Grell storm over, chainsaw propped up on her shoulder. Needless to say, those reapers were out of commission for a while, and Grell came home so pissed off you had to force her to go on a walk with you to cool off.

Now that she knew your whole story, and just how young you were when you died, Grell kept an eye on you at all times. If you had a bad day and she knew before you came to her, she’d make sure she makes your favorite food for dinner, as well as have your favorite warm beverage on hand. Her quest room was always prepped and ready in case you wanted to stay with her.

If you had to be gone for long periods of time due to work, she’d clean your apartment and do your laundry, making sure everything was clean by the time you returned home. Grell saw you as her own personal child, one she couldn’t have on her own. So she made sure to look after you and take care of you in any way she could.

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domreader-headcannon-scenarios · 2 years

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Photo shoot!! Grell x Reader

This is part one!!

Cw: lewd (consensual) photography, slight body worship, voyerism, fluff and smut ahead!!, feminine reader/afab reader

(Had an idea for a cute little shirt series and got carried away while high…)

“Does this really look good?” You murmured out, eyeing the outfit Grell had ‘bought’ for you. “I mean…it’s quite revealing, don’t you think?” Grell quickly shook her head, holding her camera up to once again take pictures of you.

“You look phenomenal Darling!!” Grell was practically jumping around you to get pictures from as many angles as possible. “You are doing so well, please pose for me?” You tilted your head at her, asking what pose she wanted. “Oh, oh!! Come here I have an idea!!”

Before you knew it, she had you standing over her, one foot on her chest, she had her camera pointed up at you to get a first person view from the camera. “Grell, you could have just told me you wanted to take such photos.” You adjusted your lingerie and used your foot to push her onto her back.

She purred, squirming under you, you pretended to not notice the tent forming in between her legs. “Well what would the fun be in just asking for it? If you want me to beg, I’m more than willing though!”

A grin spread across your face, since no one but you two would see these photos, why not take some for yourself too?

“Let’s take turns, m’kay?” Grell nodded with a grin from ear to ear. You step over her reaching to grab her camera before she stops you quickly.

“Wait! Stay still!” You freeze only to hear the click of her camera. She quickly grabs the photo, a clear blush spreading across her face as her grin widens. “Yesss! What a perfect photo!” You look at the phot out of curiosity.

It’s a picture of your breast, that’s it.

(Next tba)

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magicalara · 1 year

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Your Dreams Come True

A Grelle Sutcliff x reader story I made while listening to “When You Wish Upon a Star” because Disney is the easiest way to my heart. Enjoy!

TW: None :) All fluffy love here folks

It’s the times like these where Grelle never even thinks about regretting committing suicide all those many years ago. Swaying with you, her lover and best friend, in her arms, the smell of freshly baked cookies in the air, and slow Disney songs on loop; yes, this certainly had to be the best timeline.

As “When You Wish Upon a Star” played its final notes, the woman in red took a peek at you laying with your head resting in the crook of her neck. Half-asleep, you looked up at her through your lashes mumbling a little “Hi” to her before going back to snuggling up to her, letting more and more of your weight lean on to your lover.

“Hi, darling,” she said with a little chuckle, “you look pretty comfy there, hmm?”

She laughs as you nod your head as best you can. Grelle can’t blame you, her pretty little thing, for being so tired. You, who spent the whole day letting her drag you around shopping for this and that, holding all her bags without so much as a complaint. You, who then came home and made her favorite cookies and spent the evening laughing and eating said cookies. You, who demanded she dance with you once the Disney songs came on. You, the love of her life.

“Why don’t we get to bed, hmm, dear? You go on to the bedroom and change while I clean up here, alright?” Grelle whispers against your head, pressing a little kiss against your temple before you nod and start to make your way to the bedroom.

Sighing as you walked away, Grelle thought once again, yes, this was the best timeline she could be living in. She could only pray that the rest of the universe would let her have this love for the rest of her eternal life, no matter how unrealistic that may be.

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angelinadalles · 1 month

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My first fic <33 it's a short redcliff fic based off my modern au where nothing bad really happens, I hope you all enjoy!!

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #madam red #grell sutcliff #angelina dalles #madame red #grelle sutcliff #redcliff #fanfic #black butler fanfiction #fluff #they mean the world to me #murder wives

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bapydemonprincess · 6 months

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Picrew used: https://picrew.me/ja/image_maker/399481

Miss Grelle Sutcliff may seem the outrageously flirty and raunchy type, but when it comes to the Phantomhive Maid, she suddenly becomes much more tender and.. softer with putting on the moves and wooing the other lady. Which appears to be appreciated and reciprocated 100% ❤️

#kuroshitsuji #mey rin #grelle sutcliff #grell sutcliff #grellerin #grellrin #I needed a strong dose of fluff and romance to help heal me

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blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk · 8 months

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Platonic Grell and child reader

not really got any thoughts on how I want you to do this just some fluff really (say like child reader is like 13 or something)

no worries, I gotchu!

maybe kinda based on my Reaper the Kid AU, reader is a child Reaper and has been basically adopted by Grell~

You’re not allowed near GRELL’s field work. You’re pretty sure she would be fine taking you along, but her supervisor expressly forbade it. (He’s such a stick in the mud. You’re sure he has his reasons, though.)

What you’re allowed to do is hang around in her office until she gets back. Then you’re allowed to watch her do paperwork… which the both of you hate. She’s insistent that it must be done, because she’s gotten in enough trouble over the paperwork which brought you to the Dispatch in the first place that any slack Will gave her before has been reduced to nothing.

It’s soul-crushing, honestly. You’ve done nothing except sit round here all day, reading and chatting with her coworkers, and now you’re expected to just watch her fill out forms before she can take you home?

As much fun as Ronnie is, even he has a job to do, so nobody can really entertain you. Day in and day out ever since you got here, all you’ve done is sit. Your memories are blurred and itchy, and you don’t particularly like being stuck with them while stupid grown-up things have to be done. Even Grell doesn’t want to do her paperwork, so why are they making her do so much of it?

“This is boring,” you finally speak up from the sofa you’ve been resting on in her office. Having exhausted all the other positions you could take, (including sleeping for about an hour earlier), you’ve decided to lay with your head on the floor and your feet propped up on the back of the sofa. It’s making blood rush to your head; at least that relieves the numbing greyness that’s threatening to take over your whole being.

Grell huffs and hits another key on her typewriter. “It doesn’t become any less boring with every time you say it, you know. I’m working as fast as I can.”

You move your feet in time with the pendulum of the clock hanging on the wall. “I want to go home.”

“Yes, well, you’re not the only one!” She peers over her glasses at you, allowing you to see the fraying edges of her exhaustion. “How do you think I feel? I’ve already spent hours doing field work, only to have to come back and fill out paper after paper whilst my brat of a charge repeats how boring it all is! Don’t you think I know it’s boring? I’m the one doing it!”

You spread your arms as if in surrender. “Must every T be crossed and every I be dotted?? Can’t you tell Mr. Spear-Up-His-Arse that you’ll finish it tomorrow?”

“And what’s stopping it from being not exactly as boring tomorrow as it is today? It has to be submitted before I leave for the day or else.”

“Or else what? He’ll poke you with his Scythe?”

Her hands slap down on the desk in frustration. “Or else he’ll take you away from me, (Name)! His one condition for my training you was that I had to prove I’d be responsible enough to handle it by doing all my paperwork. If I slack off, he’ll train you himself, and that means you don’t get to come home with me every night. Do you want that? I don’t!”

You… don’t really know what to say to that. Something in the back of your mind aches, like a memory of a mother you can’t remember. Ever since you were reborn as a Reaper, Grell’s sort of become your mother.

It didn’t occur to you that you might have become her child.

“… It should only take me another twenty minutes, then we can go home,” she sighs. Her shoulders sag down, cheek resting in one hand as she looks at you again. This time, her gaze is softer, more understanding, less irritated. “Unless you’d rather go be with Will. In that case, I’ll just finish this all tomorrow.”

You quickly push yourself up to give her a mock glare. “Are you batty?! Nobody would ever rather be with Will over… anyone! Especially you! I’m not going anywhere!”

The tension drains out of her in an instant, and she snorts. “You’ll come home with me, though, won’t you? Or would you prefer I lock you in the office overnight?”

“Nooooo… oh, my God…” You let yourself fall, landing face-down in the carpet. When you speak, your words are muffled. “This stupid office is probably haunted. Lousy with ghosts.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Ghosts, darling?”

“Yes. The ghosts of all the other people who died of boredom doing paperwork.”

“If only paperwork could kill me,” she mutters, but she’s smiling this time.

“Maybe tomorrow I can bring in some sage and burn it. We’ll get rid of the ghosts.”

“Oh, heavens, no, sweetheart.”

“Huh? Why not?”

“Well, why do you think Will keeps the ghosts around? He makes them do overtime so he doesn’t have to!”

You both start laughing, and suddenly, sitting around while Grell does paperwork doesn’t seem so boring anymore.

#Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Grell #Grell Sutcliff #reader insert #platonic #familial #fluff #domestic #drama #just a lil drama!! the tiniest bit! to keep things interesting and lead into the fluffies XD #one hell of a queue

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pigeonfisch · 1 year

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starting a sebagrelle oneshot collection

#it will be mostly fluff probably #after what I put them through in reconnecting…#kuroshitsuji #grelle sutcliff #sebastian michaelis #sebagrelle #doing my part to end the sebagrelle drought

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sleepingdeath-light · 1 year

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autistic s/o hcs ; grelle

requested by ; anonymous (06/05/23)

fandom(s) ; black butler

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; grelle sutcliffe

outline ; “Hi!! i saw your autistic s/o with claude headcanons and i was wondering if you could do the same thing but with grell? thank you ! <33”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

she thinks that your physical stims are adorable — well, she thinks all of you is adorable — but she won’t really comment on it

verbal stims, like echolalia, are something that she’s neutral to and she’ll generally just respond to whatever you’re saying as she would regularly

if you need objects to help you stim and focus properly, or if you’re a sensory seeker, she’ll go out and try and find something for you — either taking you shopping with her or just asking you to make a list of the specific textures/objects you need for her to get

she’ll encourage you to infodump about your interests and hyperfixations — always happy to listen and engage with responses and questions (looking things up on her own time to make sure that she can keep up with what you’re interested in)

if you have a specific hobby that’s really stealing your focus then she’ll make sure you have whatever you need to pursue it (read: steal) — whether that’s wool for knitting, beads for jewellery making, pencils for art and so on

if anyone dared to speak or act cruelly towards you because of your autism — as many would during her era — she’s not afraid to get a bit rough

hell, she’s a reaper, it’s in her nature to be violent and murderous

so it’s barely even a doddle for her to go about torturing and killing those who lack what she would deem as appropriate levels of empathy towards those with divergent minds

she fully understands sensory aversions to certain colours and textures and lights — and she’ll happily adjust meals, outfits and such to accommodate you

she insists that no proper lady would let her love go uncomfortable for the sake of appearances — what a gentlewoman!

all in all she’s incredibly supportive in everything you do and isn’t afraid to throw hands for you — what a wonderful girlfriend you have

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #autistic reader #fluff #fluff hcs #black butler x reader #black butler fluff #kuroshitsuji x reader #kuroshitsuji fluff #grelle sutcliff x reader #grell sutcliff x reader #grell sutcliffe fluff #grelle sutcliffe fluff

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theloganator101 · 9 months

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And with that, Found Family has come to an end... Here's the link if you would like to read the full story https://archiveofourown.org/works/46850617/chapters/118009972

#black butler #black butler fanfiction #oc #ocs #original character #angst #fluff #bittersweet #sebastian michaelis #grell sutcliff #sebagrell

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dreamdumpster · 2 years

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So like. I’ve realized things are getting popular again like Black Butler. I don’t know why. But I’m gonna enjoy every second of it. Because Yana taboso made an amazing series. (She also helped make Twisted wonderland which is an amazing game so check it out)

But for black butler I want ya’ll just to remember (especially since it’s pride month) that Grell Sutcliff is a Transgender MTF and she is beautiful and whoever denies that she is trans gtfo. It’s cannon.

*dances to I/Me/Myself in the background*

#grell my beloved #grell sutcliff #black butler #kuroshitsuji #mtf women #pride month #anime #anime fluff #kuroshitsuji grelle #black butler grelle #grelle sutcliff #trans pride #transfem #transgender

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kywaslost · 11 months

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Black Butler Masterlist

Sebastian Michaelis

How Sebastian Helps You When You Pass Out in the Shower

Sebastian Wakes Up a Non-Morning Person Reader

Sebastian With A Snake Demon S/O

Sebastian Around His Crush

Dry Those Tears

Turn Over

Bilingual

Cat-Astrophic Moment

Ciel Phantomhive

Partners in Crime

Ciel Helps You With Your Anxiety

Ciel With An S/O Who Has Cold Hands

Ciel With An S/O Who Has Hair Like Cruella DeVil

Together Again

Loneliness

Supernatural Love

Stylish Choices

Turn The Other Way

Odd One Out

Dolls of Unknown Origin

Troubled Love

He Asks You Out

Grell Sutcliff

Maternal Affections

#comfort #black butler #sebastian michaelis x reader platonic #sebastian michaelis fluff #sebastian michaelis comfort #sebastian michaelis #sebastian michaelis x reader comfort #ciel fantomhive #ciel fantomhive fluff #ciel phantomhive #ciel phamtonhive #ciel phantomhive x reader comfort #grell sutcliff comfort #grell sutcliff x reader platonic #grell sutcliff x reader #black butler grell sutcliff #grell sutcliff

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lucifer5lucy · 2 years

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hey, I don't know if requests are open "or if you actually order", but as I'm adventurous and I like to test my luck, I'd like to ask if you do/would make headcanons of Grell with a "twin brother" of Sebastian, I think that would be fun

Hello there lil mage! I do in fact take requests and review headcanons.

My masterlist is under editing so the request status isn’t seen(sorry for that!).

P.S: I usually use female pronouns for Grell as Yana-san does. I hope that's alright.

Since I was in an amazing mood, I wrote a scenario for their first meeting.

This was really interesting to write by the way!

Now onto your ask, Grell with Sebastian's twin as her S.O

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Assassin and Scythe {Headcanon}

It was always a blessed day whenever Grell could meet her devilish crush.

The bespeckled reaper had just finished her workload for the day when she heard a familiar voice from the bakery below her. Inquisitive she landed near the person, dressed in a freshly pressed maroon suit and raven hair.

The man turned to find her standing behind him. Our flamboyant redhead pounces on the gentleman, paying no heed to the bread in his hand. “Oh SEBAS-CHAN!! You look so dashing in red! Are you finally admitting your feelings towards me?!” She lets out a small squeal whilst hugging him.

The man’s voice, much softer than Sebastian's usual tone, made her move away from him. “Do I know you Sir?” Her eyes widened at the figure before her. “How could you forget me! ”

She places a hand on her chest whilst dramatically leaning backward. “To forget a lady such as myself.. It’s just unbearably cold. However that makes me so very very hot.” Stumped at her confession, the ravenette blinks a few times as he registers his mistake.

“My sincere apologies milady.Let me…” His eyes wander the streets and settle on a cafe.“treat you to a cup of coffee? ”

Grell excitedly agrees,taking note of his change in addressing her and his attitude.

After they seat themselves a waiter comes to take their orders.The duo make small talk with Grell mainly speaking and the other listening intently.

As she begins to state Sebastian and her meetings and interactions the twin smiles, realising that she has mistaken him for his brother.

“How wonderful!”he exclaims.” You must be the attractive lady my brother often mentions meeting.”

“your brother?” she questions, a blush rising to her cheeks.

“Oh! Such impoliteness on my part. I am Sabius Alacritas Michaelis, Sebastian is my younger twin.” He flashes Grell a charming smile, taking her hand and kissing the back of it.

Grell makes an attempt to talk that goes in vain, the heat caused due to Sabius’ words never leaving her face.

“I apologise for my brother’s behaviour. I may have pampered him a little too much.” Sabius reminisces about his time with his younger twin.

When Grell recovers from her initial shock she asks Sabius, “Why didn’t you correct my misunderstanding while I rambled?”

He replies smoothly, “ It is abundantly rude to interrupt a beautiful lady while she speaks.”

That day was an interesting turn for the two of them. They had multiple rendezvous following their first meeting, with both taking an equal interest in each other. Sometimes the duo would meet up after her work time or Grell would come to meet Sabius at his workplace in the secret society HQ.

The sniper demon and the crimson reaper, they make quite the pair.

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How some changes occur in other characters lives due to their relationship:-

->The most shock would be faced by Sebastian. Though knew that his brother was different from him, little did he expect his twin to develop feelings for a reaper no less. However Sebastian is extremely supportive of his older brother and Grell’s relationship, partly happy to have Grell off of his back.

-> Another candidate that would have major disturbance would be William. Grell’s sudden shift from constant gushing of the demon Phantomhive butler to that of his angelic twin ate away at both his peace and working hours.

The most comedic part was when Grell announced her relation ship with the demon twin and started bringing him over to the reapers head quarters. William had given up on his sanity with his coworker singing praises about her lover throughout his day.

Subtle things in physical affection:

->Sabius gives Grell a lot of kisses in general. Whenever he sees her waiting for him diligently or after her having a stressful day, he just kisses her gently and holds her basking in her warmth.

->There is bound to be plenty of cooking sessions between them because Sabius is the one who taught Sebastian to cook human food.(mainly pastries)

->Grell does not know personal space. Sabius faces surprise hugs and countless loving words as soon as he comes within her radar.

-> Apt to her personality Grell loves making teasing comments at her crush, Sabius, who returns the favour with more flirty lines making her an embarrassed mess.

->There will be quite a number of inside jokes that they pass while de-stressing in their home. Sabius massaging Grell’s hair as she sits beside him. It was quite an adorable scene that William has walked into.

Dates:-

->Cue for sniper dates:-

Grell gets to exercise her skills and Sabius gets a scrumptious meal…

->Shopping dates:

Grell needs to get colour coordinated outfits for her significant other.

->makeup dates or pastry shop dates:

Depending on who needs more cheering up that week, the date could lean to either of their favourite activities.

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