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sleepingdeath-light · 6 months
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s/o who is half hawaiian hcs ; main cast
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requested by ; yesthetrashbin (09/05/23)
fandom(s) ; black butler
fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific
character(s) ; baldroy, our!ciel phantomhive, finny, mey rin, sebastian michaelis, snake
outline ; “Hi! After seeing your "mixed race hc" for Black Butler, may I pls request the main cast (of your choice) with a mixed race s/o from Hawaii? (Male or gn reader pls) I'm just self projecting rn, I was born and raised in Hawaii for a very small portion of my life but since I was a military brat, I lived in many different places. Now as an adult and living back in Hawaii, I have major imposter syndrome and for a whole year I never felt like I belonged here and ppl treat me differently for acting more haole... but feel free to disregard this request! Hope you have a good day/night!”
note ; this may not be a perfect portrayal of the reader’s requested experience as i (a) am not a part of this culture and had to do a lot of research, and (b) had to try and adapt whatever i could find to the time period bb is set in — apologies if any part of this piece feels off because of this
warning(s) ; brief references to period typical racism and feeling disconnected from one’s heritage, but mostly fluff!
Baldroy
bard tries his best to help you reconnect with your culture and heritage — namely through food and language — but he’s far from perfect and his pronunciation might just make you wince at first (he’s trying, really, he’s just also really not good with accents)
do not let this man hear about dishes like loco moco or kālua pig because he will try and recreate it for you and it will go horribly wrong — please, please, if you must, ask sebastian to oversee everything because otherwise you will be eating some charcoal (made with a lot of love and good intentions, but still definitely charcoal)
he calls you ‘ipa’ a lot, alongside his usual rotation of pet names like ‘babe’ and ‘hun’, and his pronunciation gets better and better over time — and if you comment on that improvement then he’ll get the cutest smile on his face and mention that he has ‘the best teacher’ (between you and the books he’s been studying, of course)
he practises a lot independently in the hopes of being able to impress you and your family in the future (a habit ingrained in him from his upbringing — the need to gain approval from the relatives of whoever you’re dating before marriage), but let it be known that he is struggling his way through the syntax and grammar as best he can — but of course he’ll end up coming to you for guidance when he’s truly stuck or realises that perhaps that’s not how he should be pronouncing that word (sometimes it just feels wrong, even to a new learner)
he has punched someone out cold for being cruel to you for your heritage before and he will do it again if the need arises — he has a temper and he can use it to his advantage (sometimes, anyway)
(our!) Ciel Phantomhive
he’s highly empathetic to you feeling out of place in your culture does whatever he can to help mitigate that uncomfortable feeling for you — usually by having sebastian do something or another
he uses a great deal of his sparse free time to learn the specific dialect your family uses, either from you or alongside you depending on how much you can recall, and whilst his pronunciation is imperfect the effort is definitely there (and you’ll often find him practising his annunciation and sentence structure in the late evenings between working through the startling pile of paperwork on his desk)
more hawaiian dishes and desserts are incorporated into the manor’s menu — thanks to sebastian — based on ciel’s research and your own memories of food you grew up with (his personal favourites are lomi salmon and malasada)
if you ever wanted to wear something closer in design or pattern to what you wore back home, then he’d happily commission you some garments from nina — granted they’d probably not be perfect replications of what you grew up with, but he’d make sure that they were as close as they could reasonably be
he’s not afraid to leverage his reputation, connections, and staff in order to protect you and threaten anyone who tries to make you uncomfortable or discriminate against you due to your heritage (his peers, usually) or, conversely, your disconnect from it (other members of your community back home)
Finny
finny finds everything about your heritage and culture to be so very interesting — whether that’s the food, the celebrations, the language, the clothing, or just the island that your family hails from itself (he did grow up in a lab after all, so an environment like that is one that he’d jump at the chance to go and visit)
he’s shockingly quick at picking up the spoken side of your dialect just from hearing you speak it, but reading and writing is a very different story — but he’s so very eager to learn and he wants to be able to help you reconnect with that side of your family in his own way (trying his best to start and maintain conversations in hawaiian throughout the day with you, occasionally pausing mid word to shake his head and correct his pronunciation slightly and asking you if that was right — grinning so broadly it reaches his eyes every time you let him know that he did good)
loves all of the food you grew up eating and will happily devour it and ask for a second helping — his personal favourites are the sweeter things like haupia and kūlolo but he also enjoys the more substantial/proper foods and will just eat whatever you put in front of him
doesn’t quite understand the concept of being ‘haole’ but gets deeply upset by the way you’re treated by some of the people on your island because you happened to travel a lot growing up, which in turn makes him more protective over you and clingy (likewise he gets very emotional and affectionate after someone mistreats you back in old blighty because of your heritage, apologising for how you’re being treated and angry that people could ever be so mean to someone he loves so much)
if he had the opportunity to go visit hawaii with you then this man would be in heaven, exploring the terrain and learning about all the new native plant life (even trying new fruits like lychee, papaya and pineapples, which are far too expensive for him to even consider looking at back home) — you will definitely struggle to get him indoors during your visit and he might just sleep outdoors if you let him
Mey Rin
mey rin can definitely relate to feeling disconnected from her heritage given that her parents passed away when she was young and her only exposure to anything from her home country was the gang that treated her terribly — so the journey to reconnect with your roots would be something she’d happily support you in
she’d join you in relearning the hawaiian language whilst she learns mandarin (well beyond the cusses and insults and derogatory terms that were tossed around in the gang) — exchanging terms of endearment like ‘ipo’ and ‘xīn gān’ as you each become more familiar with your own languages and each other’s
she’s happy to try any of the foods you grew up with (especially anything involving meat), but she’s not exactly the best cook and far too clumsy to be trusted in the kitchen, so you’ll have to take on most of the actual cooking — she’s happy to help fetch ingredients, though (and she’s yet to drop anything… key word being ‘yet’ but it’s a big achievement for her)
if you ever manage to scrape enough time off to go back to your home island then poor mey will be fretting and practising her hawaiian near religiously for weeks leading up to the visit (even practising to herself when she’s working) — she wants to leave a good impression on your family, after all, and is really anxious about getting their approval
she’s not afraid to stand up for you with brits or other hawaiians who try and look down on you because of your heritage and your relationship with it — she knows what ‘haole’ means and she does not like hearing you get insulted (and, as many people could tell you, she can be very intimidating when she wants to be)
Sebastian Michaelis
sebastian is the type of partner who would go above and beyond to help you reconnect (or keep connected) with your heritage even though you’re stationed an ocean away in england
he makes sure the kitchens are stocked with the ingredients necessary to not only feed the master and his guests, but to keep the taste of home close — even memorising the steps to making the perfect lau lau, poi, or haupia (amongst many other dishes) for whenever you’re feeling homesick
being a demon he also has an excellent capacity to acquire languages and dialects without having to do the same amount of active learning that humans do, meaning that he’s more than happy and able to sit and talk with you in your native language (standard or in regional dialects like the niihau dialect) or help you relearn if if it’s something you lost or never quite picked up for one reason or another
it’s not like he randomly incorporates phrases or words from hawaiian into his daily life or work, as he has no reason to, but when the two of you are talking it’s easy for him to slip into it as a more intimate and private thing for the two of you
he makes a point to help you visit your home island and family whenever possible, even at times twisting the young master’s arm to do so — ensuring that you’re able to make any celebrations, festivals, parties, or holidays that you might have otherwise missed (whether it’s a more personal gathering like a luau, or something more communal like the merrie monarch festival)
as one could expect of him, sebastian is incredibly protective over you and intolerant of any attempt to judge or discriminate against you from either side of the debate (brits for being too non-white and your community for being ‘too haole’) and will make his disapproval known in the most aggressively polite way possible (unless he can get away with actively threatening them without repercussions for you or the young master, at which point he might just outright attack the offending party)
Snake
snake is mostly a very quiet and introverted person but that doesn’t mean he’s unsupportive of you and your want to reconnect with your heritage — in fact he offers all of the support he can (using his wages to buy books, food and materials in the same styles that you grew up with just to make things a bit easier)
he knows what it’s like to feel like you don’t quite fit in anywhere and he has extremely little patience for anyone who treats you poorly for your heritage or upbringing — using his snakes and appearance to his advantage in order to intimidate anyone who even tries (he doesn’t speak enough hawaiian to know what ‘haole’ means but based on your reaction he knows it isn’t good and he doesn’t like you being called it as a result)
he’s a big fan of a lot of hawaiian dishes and will easily clean the plate whenever something is made — but his personal favourites are ahi poke and lū’au, both of which he can happily have several servings of
he’d struggle a bit with connecting with your community if you ever managed to bring him back to your island for a visit — but that’s mostly because of his natural introversion and he’s otherwise fine with following you around, helping you prepare food, celebrating holidays with you, and so on
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grelleswife · 8 months
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Yana, when we said we wanted more of Finnian’s backstory, we did not mean watching him suffer traumatic reminders of his past as a human experiment. 💔
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I don’t know where your number is at soooooo —
Could you please write a fic with reader being trained by the phantomhive staff in self defense / defending the manor in general? Either all together or a mini story for mey rin, bard, Tanaka, Sebastian? I figured Finny would be more like your personal cheerleader?? Because he can’t exactly teach anyone to have super strength, ya feel? Please and thank you!!
this is sorta like a cross between the ideas?
I LOVE THEM ALL, YOUR HONOR
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“There we are, that’s it! … Lord, (Name), y’ need t’ tighten up y’r aim a bit, y’ do. That was a bit sloppy.”
You offer a little wince as you turn back to MEY RIN, wondering exactly what she expects of you. This is your first time shooting a gun, after all! “S… sorry, ma’am. I’m trying.”
She nods understandingly. “No, no, I know y’ are. Y’ coulda done a lot worse, all things considered.”
Within only a few seconds, she’s swiftly at your back. Arms around you, she snaps your hands and gun into a slightly different position. She’s been doing this for so long, it must be almost like breathing to her, mustn’t it? You have to wonder how she’s not incredibly frustrated with a newcomer’s abilities.
“C’mere. Let’s see… good. Alright, gimme one more shot an’ we’ll take a li’l breather, alright? Don’t want y’ gettin’ all shaky or nothin’.” She gestures toward the target with her head, then moves to let go so you can shoot on your own. “Pretend that target’s an enemy. Someone what came along t’ do us all harm an’ threaten the master. Y’ don’t ask questions, y’ protect the manor. Shoot ‘em.”
That’s intimidating, but not inaccurate. You don’t want your new life to slip away; you straighten up, take aim, and pull the trigger.
It isn’t long before you move on, with the next person giving you a lesson being BARD.
It seems his preferred method of dealing with intruders is also a gun, just like Mey Rin, although he shows very clearly that he also has a fondness for… well… explosives. He also tells you point-blank that he tends to use guns at closer range than Mey Rin does.
Which you’d lean toward, you don’t even know. All you know is that the recoil from shooting a close-up target is painful. This isn’t something you’d want to do unless your life literally did depend on it.
That said, the explosives aren’t much better. Bard’s gotten very good at controlling the resulting fires, so having you light and throw one toward a target isn’t a problem. The biggest problem is that your hands shake on the matches, leading you to nearly burn yourself.
“That’s alright,” he sighs as he throws water over the last of the embers. “You did jus’ fine, alright? You’re a better shot than you are usin’ fire. So we’ll jus’ make sure you always have a gun nearby.”
“I’m sorry…” You cradle your almost-burnt hand to your chest. “I… suppose it could be worse, right?”
He nods. “That’s right. You’re doin’ fine. C’mon, go take five minutes in the garden with Finny an’ you’ll come back with fresh eyes.”
Off you pop, then.
When you go in the garden to find FINNY and relax for a few minutes, he looks all too happy to see you. It’s as if he was expecting that you’d need a break by this point.
You plop down next to him beneath the tree he’s sitting under, and almost immediately he hands you a freshly picked apple right from one of the branches. He gives you a smile, but doesn’t say anything right away.
The two of you have a snack in silence, then he finally speaks up. “Gets a little intense, don’t it? You don’t gotta worry, though ― from what I seen, you’re doin’ great.”
“Thanks, Finny…” Your shoulders droop a little and you let out a breath. “I just wish it wasn’t so much work. I wish I was just strong, like you, so I wouldn’t have to learn all this.”
He shrugs. “You don’t wanna be strong like me. You’re perfect on your own. It’d be different work, learnin’ how t’ control it, anyway.”
After a moment, he grins at you. “After the break, though, I could show you how t’ distract an intruder. I mean, just ‘cause I don’t use a weapon don’t mean I ain’t got nothin’ t’ teach you!”
… As soon as you finish your apple, you decide to take him up on that.
Because Finny doesn’t want to take up too much of your time, he keeps his lesson short, and shuffles you off to SEBASTIAN shortly afterwards.
The butler is undoubtedly even more intimidating than Mey Rin was when she was teaching you. There isn’t a thing on this estate that escapes Sebastian’s notice unless Ciel specifically orders him to turn a blind eye to something.
That would be worrying enough. He clearly expects you to sharpen your perception the way that he does. He leads you on a veritable tour of the entire estate, attempting (and quite often succeeding) to catch you off guard with attacks that a real enemy would try to use.
If nothing else, like the rest of the staff, Sebastian does take care not to actually hurt you. Well… he bruises your ego a little bit.
“You must keep your eyes a bit more open,” he says, clicking his tongue once you just narrowly avoid falling into the last trap he’s set for you. “If I had been a genuine intruder who got in quietly, you may have fallen to me.”
Still, his face softens when that damned observation of his catches how exhausted you are. It’s obvious he knows how hard you’ve been working. “You have one more day of training ahead of you. For now, what you’ve done will suffice. Go relax, and early to bed with you, because you can be certain you’ll be early to rise tomorrow.”
With one last bow, you trudge down the hallway toward the stairs, intending to head up to the room Ciel has assigned to you near the rest of the servants’.
Before you can get that far, TANAKA stops you. Without so much as word (but with his usual easygoing smile), he ushers you toward the kitchen. You’re bone tired by now, so you follow without any comment.
Once there, he takes a cup from one of the counters and presses it gently into your hands. “Here we are. Something to end your day on a good note ― give you a little soothing after all the effort you’ve been putting in.”
It’s warm against your fingers, the temperature on its own already seeping into all your aches. “O-oh… thank you, Tanaka. I appreciate it… you didn’t have to.”
“No, but you’ll find that the Phantomhive household is rather all about doing things we don’t have to,” he chuckles. “Take the tea up to your room. I’ll be along toward the end of the night to collect it so you don’t need to worry.”
Before you leave, however, he presses something else into your hand: a small blade, concealed within the design of an intricate skeleton key and designed to be flicked open quickly. “And take this, as well. Just in case you happen not to have a gun in reach should something happen. We’re all very proud of you, (Name).”
You give him a brief hug before pocketing the knife and heading up toward your room.
As you open the door to slip inside, the very last thing Ciel said to you echoes in your mind.
You are a Phantomhive servant now, (Name). Never forget that.
You don’t think there’s any way you could.
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abybweisse · 9 months
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I actually want more finny and snake content, and I know we’re on their arc but like I want them just having fun :( ngl I’m enjoying the whole drama tho
They might never know much "fun" again... unless they survive to the end of the series.
I have no more expectations of fluffy or puff chapters coming up, but it would be nice to have a break from the building tensions.
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demonsbride · 4 months
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"What Would They Think"
Finny x Reader
Genre: fluff, little angst 🥰
(Sorry if my grammar's not the best😅)
Not only were you a maid of the Phantomhive manor, but you were also Sebastian's younger sister. He had taken care of you when your parents souls were devoured by demons and both of you were turned into demons.
Ciel had made a contract with both you and Sebastian, so you two wouldn't be separated.
As your brother served Ciel, you spent your days cleaning rooms, making beds, and helping the other servants various tasks, which included tending to the garden with the cute blonde named Finny.
You were older than Finny by two years and while you both were very fond of each other, the age gap somehow made you feel uneasy.
When he confessed his love for you, you were hesitant at first.
"What's wrong y/n?", he asked when you didn't respond.
You hesitated. You loved him, but you weren't sure if it was right.
A look of regret came over his face, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed you." He said sadly as he began to walk away.
"Finny wait," you pleaded.
He slowly looked back at you, a small glimpse of hope in his eyes.
You walked up to him and stared into his turquoise eyes.
You wanted him and you knew he felt the same, but you were afraid of what people might think.
You placed your hands on his face, stroking it lovingly.
"Finny, I....I love you. I really do, but I...", you hesitated.
"What is it?" he asked waiting patiently.
"I-I'm two years older than you. People may find it odd; they'll think I'm some desperate, perverted girl. What if young master finds out, he may forbid it, a-and what if-" you were cut off by a pair of soft lips on yours. You felt strong arms wrap around your waist, gently pulling you closer. Your lips moved in sync with each other in passion, and yet innocence.
You both pulled away after what seemed like forever. Finny rested his head against yours, while staring into your e/c eyes.
"I don't care what people think and I don't care if you're older than me. You're the most amazing person I've ever met. You care for me. You didn't think of me as a freak with monstrous strength. You saw me as a human being, and that's what made me fall in love with you from the start." Finny pressed a loving kiss against your forehead.
"I just want to give us a chance, if you'll let me?" he asked, his voice filled with hope.
You didn't even have to respond.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, placing a gentle peck on his lips, you smiled.
"I'll take that as a yes," he said with a smile plastered on his face.
You giggled in response as he engulfed you in a hug.
(it's my first time writing something like this. Hope you guys enjoyed it. ❤️☺️)
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indigoipsum · 1 year
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Anyway before the holiday season is over… read my silly little Alois Christmas story lol
Not canon compliant, there’s Hannah comfort moments, and he bonds with the Phantomhive household! Plus he and Ciel aren’t set up to be rivals because Sebastian is acting more like he does in the manga and isn’t lying to Ciel.
There’s no actual romance, I just put the Cielois and Alolizzie tags cause he kinda flirts with them both 🤷🏻 just a good ol healing fic. Enjoy!
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pillow-anime-talk · 9 months
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his talented baby. {pt.2}
synopsis: You as a person with a huge (and hidden) talent, and also a person who really surprises your boyfriend.
# tags: scenarios; current relationships; romance; some comedy; big fluff; some PDA; sfw
includes: gender neutral reader ft. sebastian michaelis & undertaker {kuroshitsuji} + josuke higashikata & rohan kishibe {jojo 4}
part one {click}
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— SEBASTIAN (ft. chess)
Sebastian was perfect in everything; in cleaning, in cooking, in playing various instruments, in foreign languages, in gardening, even in singing and dancing. There was, however, one thing he couldn’t achieve fully well, and that was the game of chess.
Of course, he defeated others (I mean here; Grell, Agni, Bald or Finny) with ease, but when you offered him a game one day, his so far intact worldview changed dramatically. Eventually he found someone better than himself, but at the same time he felt so damn frustrated that he couldn’t win against your person. You were better than him, than Ciel, and even better than Mr. Tanaka, who was almost equal to him and the young lord.
“... Your move, Sebastian.” You announced by moving the bishop to the field of your choice, taking his black rook at the same time. “Are you going to give up, my love?” You smiled gently as you took a sip of delicious English tea with the perfect amount of sugar. The man looked at you in response, frowning and looking at the chess alignment after a short while.
“No. Everything is fine, I just need to think for a moment.” He said calmly, though his face expression seemed to hide the urge to swear. “I am impressed with how quickly you made such a confusing setup, darling.”
“Well, well. My grandpa taught me to play. As the saying goes, the student has surpassed the master.” You chuckled as you put your chin on your right hand while looking at the fingers of your man surrounded by white gloves, who decided to move the king to space F5. “Maybe someday you will surpass me, who knows?”
Sebastian stared at you out of the corner of his eye, nodding in delicate, almost invisible amusement.
“Maybe someday, dear. For now, I will give you the honorable title of the best chess player.”
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— UNDERTAKER (ft. drawing)
Drawing has been your passion since you remember and you loved to paint literally everything; still life, nature, huge landscapes, other people, animals, and even things that didn’t make much sense (Picasso was one of your biggest inspirations when it came to cubism). In addition, in your bag you always carried your favorite blue sketchbook in which you drew tiny thoughts or things you noticed while walking, working or drinking coffee in a cafe.
That day, however, you were sitting quietly on one of the chairs in the funeral parlor, and the Undertaker was also sitting nearby – he was writing names with concentration, calculating in his mind the number of deaths in the last month and year.
His calm face was really handsome from your perspective; the faint light of the lantern caressed his pale complexion, and his green eyes full of mischief stood out behind his fair hair. Every now and then you glanced at the tall man, then your eyes focused again on the small notebook whose pages were blank. I mean, they were not all empty; some of them had sketches of dogs on them, others sketches of flowers, and others featured the figure of a tall Grim Reaper.
When you finished your illustration, you smiled and nodded, satisfied with your work. A beautiful play of light, self-confident pencil strokes and small additions in the form of ivy and rosemary beautifully composed the whole black-grey picture of Adrian.
“Excause me, darling...?” You whispered hesitantly, not wanting to interrupt his work. Nevertheless, the man quickly looked in your direction and a wide smile appeared on his face.
“Yes, my little flower.” He asked, instantly standing up and forgetting about the paperwork – you were definitely more interesting than the dead, after all. You showed him your drawing with a slight blush on your face and he opened his mouth in slight shock. “It’s me?” You nodded, and the Grim Reaper just chuckled. “Am I really THAT handsome?” He joked and you just rolled your both eyes. A short time later, Undertaker praised your talent, asking if you’d like to hang some of your sketches on the board next to the entrance.
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— JOSUKE (ft. playing drums)
More than five years ago, you and your three friends started a music band. Since then, you’ve been focused on making your dreams come true, on small concerts played in the Morioh, on school performances, also on learning notes and practicing singing. You were the drummer and leader of ‘CR△WL’; your vast musical knowledge, willingness to develop your passion and daily rehearsals aroused great admiration from the rest of the band and from people who watched your slowly growing career. Of course, Josuke was no exception, on the contrary – he considered himself your biggest and most faithful fan, who with the greatest pleasure went on dates with you to music shops or bookstores with records of old bands.
The young man was delighted every time you played the instrument – just like years ago in your garage when you first played ‘Paranoid’ by Black Sabbath for him. He was smitten and would come over to your house to listen to your covers or help you make a video for your YouTube channel (you were pretty popular for tutorials, trivia, and drum videos).
“...Y/N, Y/N. Would you be able to play this song?”
That day, Josuke visited your house once again. Your mom made you two some snacks, and you grinned as you practiced another song for an upcoming concert at one of the smaller festivals this summer. Your boyfriend seemed to be excited like never before, so you asked what is the title of mentioned song. Hearing the familiar words, you just smiled, nodding your head in response.
Instantly, your both hands and right foot began to beat the drums, which making the dark-haired teenager’s face look very surprised.
“Y/N... You really know every song on this planet!”
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— ROHAN (ft. rapping)
Karaoke, bowls full of ice cream and fruit, carbonated drinks, hot snacks and great company were what you’ve been missing for the last few weeks. Focused on studies and work, you didn’t have time to rest properly; but you finally met with your closest friends and you also took Rohan with you.
You had a great time gossip with besties who talked about changes in their lives and new achievements, for example, at work. You were telling about your experiences as well with a huge smile, while Rohan was sitting right next to you, talking to some people from time to time. He wasn’t interested in large gatherings, but he couldn’t say ‘No’ to you either because you were too sweet that evening.
Suddenly, one of Cardi B’s songs was played in the background and you almost squealed.
“Ooooh, I see that someone want to sing, huh?” The blonde haired girl asked, and you just laughed, thanking her for the black microphone.
Rohan almost spit at his new shirt as soon as you started rapping the verses without any problems, without even looking at the screen where the lyrics were displayed. You had a great time dancing a bit in the middle of the small room. You looked at your partner with a smirk, sometimes sending a kiss or wink in his direction. You were literally in your world; you showing your energy and love for music so perfectly.
Rohan was really surprised.
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deevotee · 11 months
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To Caress The Boundary Lines by deevotee | Rating: T
It's not unusual to have someone messing with his hair. Mr. Sebastian and Mr. Tanaka will stop him plenty of times during the day to both scold him for it and to fix it for him.
It's just that the young master putting his hands in Finny's hair is…definitely a new experience.
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Finnian/Ciel Phantomhive, Finnian (Kuroshitsuji), Ciel Phantomhive, Fluff, Mildly sexually charged, no actual sexual content, Proship please interact 🙏
Twitter Link!
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anewp0tat0 · 3 years
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Happy Birthday small blue boy!!
originally I made a WIP to do something involving the twins! but it became... depressing. and it's already been a year, plus I did something dark and angsty last year(which I hope to forget) so I thought it wouldn't be such a crime to give this boy some happy fluff for his bday because for god sakes he needs it!!♡♡
I will finish the twin thing eventually, just later. anyway here enjoy this happy fami- manor celebrating this child's bday, as it should be.
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missiemoosie · 5 years
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Paths of Healing - Chapter 1 (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/X2lQtejqUU As a result of an unwanted 'gift' bestowed upon her, Madelina has traveled many paths in her life with most ending in pain and heartbreak. Her current road finds her working for Madam Red as her chef and maid. But when Red's life is suddenly and violently ended, Madelina finds herself walking a new path-one that puts her alongside the often underappreciated Phantomhive servants.
It’s also on wattpad (and fanfiction.net!)
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honeypurr-rp · 3 years
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✧ basics - please read! ✧
hello! my name is honey and i've been roleplaying for roughly 8 or 9 years (yikes, i know). i used to use various forum boards and then the geeking app before it got shut down, so i've migrated over here onto tumblr to test out the roleplay community here.
please read this post in its entirety before approaching me for roleplay!
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✧ advanced literate
✧ quality > quantity. sentence count is not important to me; please don't try to force it, just write what feels right. this being said, i would appreciate at least 2 paragraphs on average. i understand that muse comes and goes and some scenes move faster than others.
✧ i use discord for roleplay
✧ canon x oc preferred, but may occasionally do canon x canon as well
✧ can do doubling!! (if i believe i can play the character(s) you want)
✧ best at mxf, but can do fxf or mxm as well
✧ i will only roleplay with people 18y or older, no exceptions.
✧ i LOVE mature themes, dark content, and smut
✧ can do fluff, angst, romance, whump, etc.
✧ i do not participate in roleplay groups, sorry. only 1x1 rps.
fandoms
✧ kuroshitsuji / black butler
✧ free! iwatobi swim club
✧ genshin impact
✧ mcu / marvel
characters i'm currently looking for
✧ alois trancy (black butler)
✧ hazuki nagisa (free! iwatobi swim club)
✧ matsuoka rin (free! iwatobi swim club)
✧ xiao (genshin impact)
characters i have experience playing
✧ mey-rin (black butler) <- my favorite to play!
✧ ciel phantomhive (black butler)
✧ sebastian michaelis (black butler)
✧ finnian / finny (black butler)
✧ bennett (genshin impact) <- my favorite to play!
✧ diluc ragnvindr (genshin impact)
✧ klee (genshin impact)
✧ jean gunnhildr (genshin impact)
✧ steve rogers (mcu)
✧ tony stark (mcu)
✧ pietro maximoff (mcu)
✧ this list is only the characters i've already played; there are many more i could probably do! please feel free to ask about other characters!
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grelleswife · 1 year
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BABY BOY FINNY FINALLY GETTING TO TELL HIS STORY FOR REAL THIS TIME I DONT KNOW IF IM READYYYYy 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
Sadly, Yana didn’t give us any Finnian flashbacks in this month’s chapter (unless you count the Dadbastian cover or Chibibastian lecturing him on the proper protocol for sending telegrams to O!Ciel), but I remain hopeful that they’ll crop up later on. If sensei follows the same pattern that she has with the maid and sanatorium arcs, Finny might look back on his history with the young master and the rest of the Phantomfam near or during the climax of this current investigation…which would spur him on to persevere in the face of whatever adversity F.O.L. Orphanage throws his and Snake’s way. ✊ But when/if we hit those flashbacks, I’ll probably need to take an extended leave of absence to recover from the ensuing emotional damages. 😭
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Hello again!! Tomorrow is my birthday 🙈 so I just wanted one more self indulgent request!!
Could I please request phantom fam (plus snake) x maid reader, who is the newest addition but has been a great addition to both the staff and the weird little family so they are all secretly throwing a lil surprise party? Like the whole ‘avoiding said person and giving weird awkward short answers’ to keep the party a secret? Then of coarse the reveal and cute cake?!?
Many thanks to you 🥰
I'm sorry I didn't get this out for your birthday this year, but I hope you had a good one!!
also AAAAAAAAAAA <3
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When SNAKE scurries away from you with little provocation, you don’t really think much of it.
After all, the poor man is still adjusting to life here in the manor. (Similarly to you. If you’re remembering correctly, he arrived just a few weeks before you did.) Not only that, he seems quite skittish in general, so it’s no big surprise that he’s shying away from social interaction. As welcoming as you try to be, there’s only so far that can go toward someone who’s naturally anxious.
However, when FINNY makes an excuse as to why he can’t spare a moment to chat today, you find it odd. After all, that man is as sunshine as they come! He always has a minute to talk to you, to make jokes, maybe even give you a little hug. He’s never beat feet from you no matter how busy things are.
And SEBASTIAN and BARD have been acting strangely too, seemingly in tandem; Bard all but shoos you away from the kitchen, telling you Sebastian will bring you something to eat and a glass of water. Certainly, you can understand that Bard says he’s trying to concentrate on a complicated dish and so can’t have anyone else in the kitchen… it’s just odd that he’s suddenly so focused.
Sebastian is a strange case. He’s not one who engages in too much idle chitchat, so you can believe that he doesn’t want you distracting Bard. Still, something about it strikes you as very strange.
Then there’s MEY RIN, who nearly falls down a flight of stairs in an attempt to run off in the opposite direction when she sees you coming. Even when you try to hurry over to make sure she’s alright, she yells that she’s fine and she needs you to go remake the master’s bed because she mussed it up.
Honestly, your young master might be the worst. CIEL is a bit cold to most people, but today it’s as if he barely has a word for you. He keeps giving you short, clipped orders, without so much as glancing at you.
You like to think of yourself as a resilient person. Today, though… it feels almost as if the entire household wants nothing to do with you. That stings, especially today.
You’re sitting on Ciel’s bed which you’ve just remade, intending to smooth the bedclothes out one last time once you stand up. You can’t help wondering if you’ve done something wrong, or if perhaps your presence simply isn’t a good fit for this household after all. It’s unfortunate, really ― you thought you were getting on so well with everyone.
Maybe not. They’ve all made up some reason to not be around you today, and not one of them has remembered…
Before you know what’s happening, Finny is in the room, so fast it’s as if he were a bullet shot from a gun. “(Name)! (Name)! Come with me, hurry! We need you!”
“Wha ― Finny!!” He’s so terribly strong, all you can really do is let him pull you down the hall. “What’s going on?!”
By the time he stops to answer, the two of you are at the top of the stairs. He takes your hands, gently, and looks in your eyes rather earnestly. “I hope you can forgive us all, but I think we’re about to make up for how confused we’ve made you today!”
You shake your head. “What on Earth do you mean, Finny?”
“Close your eyes and I’ll lead you downstairs! C’mon!”
The only option you have is to do as he says, right? Your curiosity won’t let you just turn around or go down yourself. So you close your eyes, letting him lead you down.
Even after the two of you get down the stairs, he keeps walking you. “Can I open my eyes now, dear?”
“Almost! I’ll tell you when.” A few more steps, and… “Alright, alright! Open them!”
You oblige as he lets go of your hand. What you see when you open your eyes is… the whole rest of the staff gathered in the parlor, along with your master. There are a few decorations strewn about, and a painstakingly detailed two-tier cake sitting on the table.
What’s more, before you’ve even processed everything, everyone chimes in borderline practiced harmony: “Happy birthday, (Name)!” (Well, with the exception of Snake adding in a quiet, “Says Webster.”)
You’re surprised you don’t fall back flat on the floor.
Is this what they were all avoiding you today for? So they could catch you off guard after pretending like none of them remembered your birthday?
Quickly, your eyes start filling with tears, and your hands fly up to cover your face. Oh, it would be so embarrassing to cry in front of Ciel and your coworkers, but… “I-I thought you’d all forgotten…”
“Of course not, my lady.” Sebastian steps forward, reaching to replace Finny’s hands with his. “Our sincerest apologies for making you think that. We had to keep you away until everything was just so.”
“We wanted you t’ ‘ave a special first birthday with us, we did!” Mey Rin pipes up, giving you a bright smile.
Bard clicks his tongue as he lights up the single candle on the cake. “Oi, sorry, it took me way too damn long with the cake, even with Mister Sebastian’s help. We didn’t mean t’ keep you waitin’ quite this long.”
You almost don’t notice Snake walking up beside you, until he gives you a pat on the shoulder. “We’re both new here… says Webster. It’s nice to know I’m not the only one struggling to adjust.”
Ciel silences everyone else by stepping forward. “(Name). I want to officially welcome you to the estate. Like it or not, you’re a Phantomhive servant now. If you don’t feel you can carry yourself with pride for any other reason, do so for that reason.” You swear you see his lips quirk up briefly, though it’s gone as soon as you notice it. “That isn’t a request; that’s an order.”
Sebastian moves his hands from yours to set his on your shoulders, gingerly guiding you forward. “Come, come. You must be looking forward to your cake. Do be sure to make a wish as you blow out the candle, won’t you?”
You look around the room before nodding. You feel so overwhelmed, you don’t even know what to say. “Th… thank you, everyone. Mister Sebastian… Bard… Mey Rin… Finny… Snake… a-and… and Lord Phantomhive. Thank you so much. I… I can’t tell you how much all of this means to me…”
Well, the best gratitude is to make sure your wish is a good one, isn’t it? You take a breath, then lean forward and blow out the candle. Knowing Bard, you’re shocked it isn’t some kind of sparkler.
There’s a scattering of applause among everyone else as you lean back, then Sebastian moves around you to start cutting the cake.
“What did you wish for? Asks Donne.” Snake tilts his head at you, briefly, before eyeing the cake with the gaze of a child in a sweets shop.
“Oh, Snake, you can’t ask her that!” Mey Rin chides. “She can’t say! If she says what it was, it won’t come true!”
“It won’t?! No, I suppose it won’t, Donne…”
Surrounded by people who truly care about you, for the first time in a long time… you feel like you belong somewhere. And you feel like even if you say something, your wish will probably come true. But you’re not taking the chance, because you’ve never wanted a wish to come true more in your life.
I wish… I get to celebrate my birthday here with my new friends next year, too. And the year after that. And every year until they tire of my company.
(Though, you get the sense they never will.)
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red-butler · 5 years
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A short little story exploring exactly how Finny and Bard ended up sharing a room despite there only being four servants in the whole manor house. Warnings, there is fluff in this fic!
Excerpt:
“Do...do you need a hug, kid?”
“What’s a hug?”
Well that was about the saddest thing Bard had ever heard, right, well if Sebastian hadn’t already dispatched of whoever had hurt Finny before, Bard would happily volunteer for the task. Not knowing what a hug was...
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Hello, can I request Snake, Undertaker, Ronald and an other one of your choice reaction to a super cuddly s/o. The s/o will sometimes tackle them with a hug.
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aaaaa cute!! my choice to add was Finny =D
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Oof, and he thought he was supposed to be the one with super strength! This is something he just loves. Physical affection like that is something he longs for, and having his S/O initiate it means that he usually doesn’t risk hurting them. They make all the moves; he just follows. It’s much easier for him to match the level of force that someone else is putting into a gesture than it is for him to start out with something that isn’t too hard or too soft. So he’ll happily cuddle them right back, regardless of when or where they happen to be. Their tackle-hugs don’t really knock him over, but definitely push him back a bit. He just laughs and catches them in a hug before twirling them around. How romantic!!
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Whoa, they’re a little overeager there! Are they that excited to see him? The feeling is mutual. While he’s a good bit more subtle about things like that, (he rarely runs at his S/O or is very loud with his affections, for example), he appreciates the way they show it. This sort of thing makes him feel wanted, makes it feel like someone is very, very happy that he exists and is in their life. That’s a feeling he needs and craves. Mostly, he’s just glad that they’re the sort of person who likes to cuddle in general, because he loves to touch them in any way he can. Cuddling is a good excuse to be close. The tackle-hugs… well, those are a little different. He can’t help but smile when they do it, though. It makes his day to be nearly bowled over!
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(Oi, wot are they doin’?! They can’t spook y’ like that!) I-it’s alright, Wilde… they’re just trying to be nice, right…? Although, yes, it definitely spooks him at first, because kind, loving touches like this have been so few and far between for him, he’s never really sure how to react. Except to blush, of course. He’s anxious about it, if only for the fact that not many people have ever wanted to do something so soft like hug him. However, he can’t deny that their embrace is… snug. Secure. Safe. A tight hug is the perfect gesture for him, especially if he can easily hide his face and prevent himself from being seen. The tackle-hugging is… something he needs more practice to get used to. Oops. He could be ready for it and they’d still knock him over every time!
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Hee-hee, well, well, what a charming and vivacious individual he has on his hands! He can’t always predict them, but they are a true delight. An interesting case in that he’s let himself go so long without connecting deeply with other people… and yet, he craves to be touched and held and kissed and shown all manner of soft treatment, more than anything. He lets them take every possible excuse to cuddle; sometimes he even invents excuses himself for a cuddle here and there. It’s something he leans into, and despite occasionally flinching at being touched, he’s very comfortable in their arms. And the tackle-hugs, hm… he adores that! It always comes completely out of the blue and he loves that his S/O can still surprise him!
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May I please request anyone in the Phantomhive manor with an s/o who’s a singer at a fairly nice establishment who specializes in jazz and blues? Bonus if s/o has a sultry voice.
aaaaaaaaa~
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God, but he could listen to them singin’ forever. Their voice makes him feel like he’s right there in a crowd, sitting at the bar with a drink in his hand and just relaxing after a long day. That feeling is hard for him to come by these days, so it’s one more thing he can say he loves about them. It’s funny sometimes, because although he doesn’t think he has a great voice, he’ll often join in singing with them around the house if he knows the song. It’s a great way to bond, and… well, if he gets to wrap his arms around them and slow dance a bit, what’s wrong with that?
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Yes, well, it’s… it’s not bad, he supposes. As someone who’s used to the finer things, he’s seen his share of high-end places which feature musical acts. He’s used to listening to crooners and songs which are meant to be calming or commiserating. So he brushes it off, at first; the truth is, he thinks his S/O’s voice is something special. It has an inherently soothing quality he hasn’t found in anyone else’s. Perhaps it’s because this is his partner, rather than a random singer he doesn’t know. While he doesn’t show it much outwardly, if they pay attention, they can notice the way his tension melts while he’s listening to them.
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Oh… their voice is so beautiful… he’s surprised the flowers don’t all sprout up just so they can hear better! His enthusiasm isn’t masked at all, and when (Name) starts to sing, his face lights up. It feels like a treat to him, like some part of his old faraway dreams has finally snapped into place. If they decide to join him in the garden, that’s even better. However, if they want to be inside, he will still happily curl up on their lap and listen to them sing. It could be that he didn’t understand the words, and that wouldn’t stop him from very likely falling asleep to their singing.
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Ah, they’ve got such a lovely talent, they do! Did they train a long time to sound that way, or is it completely natural? Either way she’s most assuredly head over heels, dreaming about what it must be like to listen to them at a club like that. Certainly she’ll never get to go somewhere so classy, but she almost doesn’t care since she gets this side of them instead. She daydreams about their voice, and gets easily distracted if she hears them singing around the manor. They better not sweep her up in a dance while they sing… she’ll lose herself entirely!
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Well, certainly it’s not quite demon music. That said, this style paired with his darling’s voice… it has its own charm. He’s spellbound by it, as he is with most human things, although he takes care not to be obvious about that, especially in public. He’s rather sneaky in that he’ll find an excuse for a case that he and Ciel must visit the club his S/O performs at. This way he gets to see them showcasing their skills naturally. Of course, whilst at home and listening to them… he’s clearly more at peace than he usually is. What can he say? They’re captivating.
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(How relaxing…) You said it, Emily. (How lucky you are, Snake! Most people pay money to listen to [Name] sing, but they do it for you because they love you.) That’s right… isn’t it? He’s stunned into silence every time his S/O starts singing, because he’s never been allowed to witness gorgeous things like that. This is quite possibly the most wonderful voice he’s ever heard, and he can’t bring himself to just not pay attention to them. If they’ll let him, he’d love to pass evenings by resting his head on their chest, listening to and feeling them sing. He feels safe wrapped up inside their voice.
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