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yan-lorkai · 9 months

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Can I request a part 2 of Sebastian's S/O accompanying him on contracts? Maybe sebastian gets a bit upset/jealous because Y/N has acted like a parent to Ciel recently by reading him bedtime stories and things like that.

Y/N tells Sebastian. "Darling, when was the last time our room was checked for cats?" And Sebastian realizes what Y/N is doing. (I might arguably like cats more than Sebastian)

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: This is such a cute rq 🥺🤭, I loved writing this tbh. Hope u like it too, darling and sorry for the huge delay hehe!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warning: Yandere content, implied possessive thoughts, biting and kissing, angst if you squint bcs Ciel. Possible typos.

The clock ticks tick-tock, tick-tock incessantly. The soft sound wouldn't bother the demon on any other night, but today the sound drags on and on, the hands dancing rhythmically, over and over. On any other night, Sebastian would have you beside him as your fingers comb his raven hair and he leaves soft kisses over your cheek and forehead and lips.

Sebastian is not a jealous demon, at least he thinks so. Considering the way other demons treat their partners like precious jewels and lock them away to protect them from the world, Sebastian makes sure he gives you enough freedom and cares for your happiness enough that you always come back to his arms at the end of each night. Except a week ago, as soon as the day's business is over and everyone retires to their rooms, you don't return to him - not right away, anyway.

And your thirty minutes late makes him uneasy, he needs his mate by his side. He needs you in his arms to finally feel relax from the routine. And yet, you'd rather go to the young master's room and read to him every night - a ritual you started a week ago.

A week when Sebastian has to stand longer and watch you read Ciel children's books and fluff his pillows before retreating with an almost parental smile. As an observer, Sebastian can only speculate on the reason for your odd behavior - surely you don't want children, you would have said so. But what if that's the way you found to express that desire and he didn't realize it? His head is full of "what ifs".

He moves to close the windows and curtains as you sit in the armchair next to Ciel's bed and open a book. The demon's reddish eyes find their way to the boy's rosy face, annoyed and uncomfortable, so alien to the small, simple moments a child should have. Sebastian could almost feel sorry for him if the scent of his soul wasn't so good and tempting.

'You are cruel', Sebastian thinks. You are cruel when you read to him, making funny and different voices, expressing the events of the books through exaggerated gestures, even though Ciel asks - asks, but doesn't order - that you stop. You are cruel when you smile and lean in to pinch the earl's rosy cheeks, yet he flinches from the contact as if his skin is burning.

You're cruel when Ciel's eyes close, but you keep holding one of his hands, pretending not to notice the slight tremor and stiffness because he's afraid you'll disappear and this new routine will end. You are cruel when you lean down and kiss his forehead, cover him with his warm blankets and ruffle his blue hair before sighing and placing the book on the desk, sending a cunning look at Sebastian.

The same look as when you found out you were soul mates and kissed him fiercely, the same look as when you said you would accompany him and be by his side. Sebastian loved that look. He was weak for that look.

Your movements are full of elegance as you beckon him with your index finger as you leave the earl's room, taking his hand in yours as you walk slowly back to your room. The ticking sound fades away, saving Sebastian from a growing headache now that he has you by his side.

"Darling, would you mind clarifying something?" He asked once you were back in the safety of your room, wrapping his arms around you like you were the most precious thing to him.

You let yourself be guided to the bed, laying your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes. A great weary sigh leaves your lips as you feel the warmth and security emanate from your loved one's arms, wanting more, wanting to be closer, wanting to be embraced by his essence. It was almost impossible to put into words how right it was for you to be there.

After a few seconds, you open your eyes and face him with a small smile, almost as if you know the confusion he felt and the thoughts he had. And you probably could, soul mates, especially supernatural soul mates, could share a lot of things: feelings, thoughts, memories, learnings, it was an almost unconscious process, but you were a sneaky little thing and he's sure you could figure out how to get into his mind.

"The reason why I started reading for Young Master?" You ask, turning to cup Sebastian's face in your hands carefully, placing several small kisses all over his face. And he nods, making a smile grow on your lips.

"Why, my love, reading to him is like playing with a puppy." You think, remembering the furtive glances, skittish demeanor and blush on the young boy's face. He was so cute you could almost bite his cheeks until they bled. "But yeah, there's a reason, honey, tell me, when was the last time our room was checked for hidden cats?"

You stifle a laugh at Sebastian's thoughtful expression as he puts together the pieces of the little puzzle that has been bothering him for that entire week. A sigh of disbelief escapes his throat as he looks up at you and takes in your smug gaze.

"Perhaps, you are more cruel than I realized." Sebastian thinks aloud, laughing at the sound of indignation that fell from his lips. He smiles, and it's his turn to shower your face and neck with slow, hot kisses, just the way you like it. It turns you to jelly right away. "I appreciate it, but I would still rather have my soulmate by my side at night. It's almost torture to endure all these minutes without you by my side, besides there are several other hiding places that I haven't shown you yet. Hiding places the young master would never find."

You let yourself be pulled into his lap, still feeling every place he kissed burn slowly, lips scraping over the foot of your ear as the demon watched you gasp. "You were very cruel leaving me and reading to the brat night after night."

"Is that jealousy I hear, Bastian?” You teased him. “Jealousy and clinginess?”

The lips that were close to your ear closed on your neck, biting the skin hard enough to draw blood and the pained moan that echoed through the room was inevitable. His warm tongue licked every red drop that ran down your neck and you felt him smile.

You knew Sebastian was proud, he just wouldn't admit he was jealous, especially of a human child. He would perhaps rather pretend to be a priest and deliver a sermon to a packed church than admit how jealous he felt and the thought made you laugh, even if your neck burned and the funny attempt to punish you was in vain. You could almost double over with laughter. You could imagine him wearing a signature robe with his hair slicked back and his reading glasses draped over his face. He would be the perfect sinful image that believers should turn away from.

"Oh darling, you can bite and kiss me some more," You said in a tired voice, then added, "But I only speak the truth."

"That's rich coming from a demon." He snarled.

"Ah, shut up." You silenced him by laughing. "Let's go to bed already, I want to sleep cuddling with you."

Sebastian smiled. He couldn't deny you that, even joking, when you asked him with that voice and that sweet look, he was incredibly weak to you and promptly did what was asked, parting with you to get rid of his shoes and tailcoat while you did the same with your uniform.

Within minutes, you found yourself in each other's arms, red eyes meeting yours, as you leaned in to share one last kiss.

Demons didn't need to sleep and Sebastian preferred not to, but you used to take a little nap after a long day to recharge and your strong grip on his waist ensured that Sebastian wouldn't run away from your arms while you slept, the thought of the empty, cold bed beside you bothered you, even in unconsciousness your grip would not loosen.

Your head nestled against his chest, your eyes slowly closing as you listened to the soft sound of his heart synchronizing with yours. The world slowly blurred as you felt Sebastian's loving gaze on you.

"Love you my jealous demon, see you in a few hours."

And with that, you entered the world of dreams, letting your soulmate take care of you and watch over your sleep.

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animeisfornerdz · 6 months

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The Secret Affair Part Three || Ciel Phantomhive

Synopsis - You find out you're pregnant with Ciel's baby.

Warnings - SFW.

Notes - Characters are 18+!

Word Count - 2.2k.

[Caffeinate Me]

It had been a few months since word got out about yours and Cie’s engagement. You moved into the Phantomhive Manor shortly after his proposal and quickly became a part of the Phantomhive family.

You woke up in the early hours of the morning feeling unwell. You felt sick to your stomach, something that wasn’t unusual for you. You trudged your way down to the kitchen and grabbed yourself a glass of water, chugging it in the hopes that it would help ease your queasiness. You sleepily walked back to bed and slipped in besides Ciel who quickly wrapped his arms around you in his sleep, pulling you close to his body. You let out a soft, content sigh and closed your eyes slowly drifting back off to sleep. When you woke up in the morning, Ciel was gone. His bed clothes were neatly folded on his side of the bed. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, looking at the clock on your bedside table. It was almost 9am. Your eyes widened and you shot up, grabbing a dress out of your wardrobe and dressing yourself quickly. You made your way to Ciel’s study to see him sitting there looking concerned.

“Ciel?” You asked, tapping on the doorframe to gain his attention. “Are you okay?”

Ciel looked up at you, a smile playing on his lips as soon as his eye fell on your form. “Y/N! You’re awake!” He exclaimed.

“Why didn’t you wake me this morning?” You asked, walking further into the room.

“Sebastian said you woke up not feeling well. I wanted to let you rest,” Ciel replied, standing up from his seat and making his way over to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and placed a soft kiss on your lips. “Are you feeling any better?”

You shook your head. “Not really, no.”

“Oh sweetheart,” he mumbled, brushing some hair out of your face. “What’s wrong?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I just feel really sick.”

Ciel placed the back of his hand on your forehead and frowned. “You don’t feel warm. Was it something you ate?”

You shook your head. “Surely if it was something I ate, you’d feel the same?” You questioned. Ciel nodded in understanding.

“I suppose.” He pressed another kiss on your lips. “I have to get back to work, but you’re more than welcome to stay if you’d like.”

You shook your head again. “I’ll leave you to it, Ciel. I’m going to get some breakfast, maybe help Mey-Rin with some chores.”

Ciel raised an eyebrow. “Is that really a good idea while you’re not feeling well?”

“It’ll take my mind off of it,” you whispered. You kissed him and said goodbye before exiting the study and heading down to the kitchen.

As you arrived at the kitchen, Sebastian was already preparing your breakfast. “Ah, Lady Y/N,” he chimed when he saw you standing in the hallway. “How are you feeling this morning, my lady?”

“Not great Sebastian,” you replied with a small smile. Sebastian’s eyes seemingly shone at your words, a mischievous glint was held in them.

“Well that’s no good,” he said suddenly as he began to plate up your breakfast. He walked into the dining room with your plate and you followed, sitting down where he had placed it. “Hopefully some food will help you to feel a little bit better.”

“I hope so!” You replied, immediately taking a bite out of the piping hot eggs on your plate. Sebastian never usually gave you this much food, but this morning you welcomed the loaded plate. You were starving.

“I must continue with my duties, but if you need anything don’t hesitate to find me,” Sebastian said before bowing and leaving you to eat your breakfast. You watched him leave the dining room as you chewed your food quickly, swallowing it almost immediately. You finished your breakfast within record time and took the plate into the kitchen to be washed. Bard was sitting on the counter tops, smoking a cigarette. When he saw you, he hopped down immediately with a sheepish smile on his face.

“Lady Y/N,” he said, taking a drag of his cigarette. “Good morning.”

“Good morning Bard,” you smiled, placing your plate into the sink. “How are you this morning?”

“I’m good,” he responded with a nod. He hesitated for a moment before saying, “I heard from Sebastian that you’re not feeling well. You should be in bed, resting up! You have a wedding to plan.”

“You know me Bard,” you chuckled. “I never rest easily.”

Bard laughed at your comment as he took another drag of his cigarette. “Well, I know Mey-Rin is upstairs if you’d like to go and see her.”

“Actually she’s just the lady I wanted to see,” you smirked. “Thanks Bard.”

“Not a problem my lady,” he said with a bow.

You smiled and left the kitchen, making your way up the stairs to find Mey-Rin. You checked all the rooms in the manor and found her in the last spare bedroom. She was making the bed as you walked in. “Hi Mey-Rin,” you smiled.

She jumped and turned around to see you, a goofy smile on her face. “You scared me, my lady! Yes you did!”

“I’m sorry!” You chuckled, watching as she placed her hand over her heart.

“It’s okay my lady, yes it is. Is there anything you need?” She asked as she placed the duvet on the bed.

You shook your head. “I just came to see if you needed any help.”

“That’s greatly appreciated my lady, yes it is,” Mey-Rin started. “But I’m all finished in this room.”

“Do you need help with anything else?” You asked as you tilted your head to the side.

Mey-Rin shook her head and sat down in a chair that was located in the corner of the room. “The only thing I have left to properly clean is Lord Phantomhive’s study.”

“I’ll help you!” You said immediately.

“No no! You should be resting my lady, yes you should!” Mey-Rin cried out.

You looked confused at her sudden concerned outburst, but thought nothing of it. “Don’t be silly Mey-Rin,” you smiled. “I’ve helped you clean Ciel’s study before.”

“Yes but this time it’s different,” she replied. As soon as the words left her lips, she threw her hands over her mouth.

“Why is it different?” You asked with scrunched eyebrows.

Mey-Rin sighed in defeat. “Sebastian told me you were pregnant, yes he did.”

“Pregnant?” You asked, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. You stumbled back lightly, shocked by her words. Your back hit the dresser that was pushed against the wall. “Pregnant?” You asked again.

Mey-Rin nodded and pushed her glasses up her nose. “You should be resting, yes you should!”

Realisation slowly sunk into your brain and suddenly you felt even sicker. You had only just realised that you had in fact missed a period. Your brain had been so focused on your upcoming wedding with Ciel that you hadn’t even thought about it. You placed a hand on your stomach. You had to see Sebastian, and fast! “Mey-Rin, I’ll be back to help you with Ciel’s study. I just need to do something,” you whispered before bolting out of the room. The maid stared after you, but didn’t stop you from doing whatever it was you were going to do.

“Sebastian!” You shouted down the halls of the manor. You had looked all over for him, but to no luck. So, you had just resorted to shouting his name.

“Yes, my lady?” A voice came from behind you.

You jumped but quickly composed yourself. “Sebastian. I must talk to you,” you looked around before whispering, “in private.”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow in suspicion before leading you into a spare bedroom. He shut the door behind you once you entered and leaned against the door. “What’s the matter my lady?” He asked.

Your eyes filled with tears, of happiness or confusion you weren’t sure, but eventually you managed to choke out. “I’m pregnant?”

Sebastian’s eyes remained calm. “I believe so, yes my lady.”

“How do you know?” You asked, taking a step closer to him.

“I can smell it,” he replied. You had recently learnt that Sebastian was, in fact, a demon. So, for him to be able to smell such things made sense to you. It was better than going to a doctor right now.

“Are you sure?” You asked.

“Positive,” Sebastian responded with a nod.

You began pacing up and down the large room with a hand on your stomach. “What am I going to do?” You asked with wide eyes. “Ciel and I can’t have a baby out of wedlock! We’ll be shunned!”

“My only solution, my lady, would be to have the wedding as soon as possible. A small wedding with a few friends and family. Then, after a few weeks, announce the pregnancy to everyone.”

You thought for a moment before nodding. “I must tell Ciel,” you mumbled.

“Do you require my assistance when you tell him?” Sebastian asked.

You shook your head. “No. No, I should be okay.”

“Very well then my lady,” Sebastian asked. “Shall we go now?” You wanted time to process this, but you also knew that time was of the essence right now. You had to do this fast and methodically. You nodded to Sebastian and he offered you his arm. You linked your arm with his and began to walk to Ciel’s study. Sebastian sensed your nervousness. “You need not worry about his response, my lady. I believe my master will be overjoyed.”

“Do you think so, Sebastian?” You asked as you reached the study. Sebastian just nodded and knocked on the study door.

“Who is it?” Ciel's voice came.

“It’s me, my lord. I come with Lady Y/N,” Sebastian answered through the door.

“Enter,” Ciel droned. As soon as you entered, you removed your arm from Sebastian’s and sighed. Ciel noted your apprehension and stood up from his desk, making his way over to you. Ciel placed his hands on your shoulders and massaged them slowly. “My love, what’s wrong? You look pale. Are you still feeling unwell?”

You nodded. “Actually Ciel it’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”

Ciel stepped back a little to get a good look at your face. His single eye meets yours, gazing deep into your orbs as if searching for something. “What is it?” He asked.

“I’m pregnant,” you blurted out. You weren’t sure exactly how to deliver the newly found out news, so you did what came to mind.

Ciel scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. “Pardon me?” He asked. He wanted to make sure he had heard you right.

“I’m pregnant,” you said, slower this time. You remained timid at the sight of Ciel’s face. He was showing no emotion but the second the news settled in, he smiled a little bit.

“Pregnant you say?” Ciel asked. “And how do you know this?” His gaze flickered to Sebastian who stood by your side.

“Sebastian,” you replied. “Mey-Rin told me that Sebastian had told her I was pregnant. So, I went to find Sebastian for myself to confirm it. He can smell it, my love.”

Ciel cupped your face with his hands and smiled lovingly at you. “This is wonderful news my dear.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “You… You mean that?”

“Of course I do,” he whispered, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “I want nothing more than to start a family with you Y/N.”

You let out a shaky breath of relief at his reaction. “I want that too Ciel,” you replied, wrapping your arms around his waist. Ciel let out a soft chuckle and wrapped his own arms around your neck, inhaling your scent. “But we need to get married as soon as possible. We cannot let people find out that we got pregnant out of wedlock.”

“I’m sure we can do this Y/N,” Ciel reassured you. “We can get married within the week my love. Just say the word and it’s yours. All of it.”

You smiled softly and felt tears of happiness well in your eyes. “I want this Ciel.”

“I want this too, my sweetheart,” Ciel responded. He straightened his back and pulled away from you before looking at Sebastian. “Come Sebastian, we have a wedding to plan for next week.”

“Yes my lord,” Sebastian nodded with a bow.

Ciel looked at you, his gaze soft. “Don’t worry about anything. I will plan everything and it will be perfect.”

“I trust you Ciel,” you smiled. You watched as Ciel left the room with Sebastian behind him, going off to plan your wedding. You placed a hand on your stomach and smiled softly to yourself. “You’re going to be so loved, little one,” you whispered, looking down at your belly. You sighed happily and went off to find Mey-Rin and tell her the news that you and Ciel would be getting married within the week. You were sure the servants of the Phantomhive Manor would be over the moon with the news of your pregnancy, and you already couldn’t wait to tell your family. You knew that this was where you were meant to be.

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imviotrash · 20 days

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I honestly think that Joanne had it the worst (psychologically) during the midnight tea party.

Imagine being bullied and isolated for a year, because someone fabricated an entire web of lies about you due to you getting a tiny bit of positive attention. The truth about the situation finally comes to light, you get your (very demanding) dream job, are well liked among your peers and are finally included within the schools society.

And then within one night you:

-discover your comfort teacher and your first friend are not real and are actually private investigators

-find out your boss who is supposed to be your role model and protector is a murderer

-realize that the principal has been on vacation for a year and was replaced by THE FUCKING GRIM REAPER

-learn that the vice principal is DEAD (and was subjected to human experimentation)

-learn that you're the second replacement for a guy who got brutally murdered and ALSO subjected to human experimentation (which you are witnessing right Infront of your eyes in real time)

-literally hear why and how these humans have been experimented on

-see how someone gets turned into dinner

-almost get turned into dinner yourself and can't escape on time because your body shut down out of shock.

-see how your "friend" is hunted for sport by the grim reaper.

-also see your "comfort teacher" crush someone's head right Infront of you.

-become unconscious out of shock.

-loose not only your boss, two friends (Soma and Ciel )and comfort teacher after this whole fiasco, but also your entire network of coworkers because they got a promotion you're too young to have.

-on top of that YOU CANNOT talk about what happened to you to anyone because you were sworn to secrecy and you can't really talk about it privately to your former colleagues either, since they're now a completely different rank than you.

Like- the guy didn't get physically injured, but he was the only real student to witness the entire Midnight tea party, because he couldn't escape on time. (And let's also not forget that he's the youngest of the real students present at the party and definitely the most sensitive one).

Since the Midnight tea party will happen again, Joanne and his former coworkers are probably forced to attend again since they can't really publicly share the reason as to why they don't want to go.

#when your comfort character didn't have a day of comfort in his life #i love how Joanne was supposed to be a oneshot character but the editors ended up liking him so much that he became a regular character #but instead of treating him like a normal character they just decide to make the worst things happen to him #He needs to be rescued from this manga #im looking WAAAAAY too deep into this but its been on my mind for a while #this is definitely me pretending that this character is of more relevance than he actually is #definitely very self indulgent post #but I honestly think he deserves more in depth writing!#especially since hes interested in philosophy and witnessed the extremes of his schools code of ethics #kuroshitsuji #black butler #kuroshitsuji season 4 #vio speaks #joanne harcourt #kuroshitsuji spoilers

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linkemon · 14 days

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ᴀ ᴛʏᴘɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍʜɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴏʀ. ɢʀᴜᴍᴘʏ ᴄɪᴇʟ, ᴅᴇꜱꜱᴇʀᴛ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴅɪɴɴᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɪʀʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴇᴍᴘʟᴏʏᴇᴇꜱ. ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴘᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴇᴀ…

ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:

ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ɪɴ ᴇɴɢʟɪꜱʜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ. ɪ ᴛʀʏ ᴍʏ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴛɪᴘꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇᴅ.

— Good morning, my lord! — [Reader] opened the door.

The view was the same as almost every day. The young lord was sitting in a navy blue, plush armchair and looking through the morning newspaper. He didn't take his eyes off it. He knew she would come. She was punctual. The same couldn't be said about the rest of the residence's staff.

— How are we feeling in the morning?

— Fine — Ciel replied quietly.

For him, it was an extremely elaborate statement. If Sebastian asked him about it, he usually told him to mind his own business. And when the other inhabitants of the estate did this, he preferred not to say anything because they began to get so happy that they would not leave him in peace for the rest of the day.

The girl grabbed the porcelain teapot and started making tea. The amber liquid sparkled in the decorated cup. The girl placed the saucer on a small table.

Phantomhive waited a moment to hear the sound of the door closing but to his surprise he didn't hear it. He looked at the maid. She stood with her back to him, leaning over the silver tray. When she started to turn away, he hid his head behind the printed pages, pretending to be reading.

A plate appeared next to him. An elegant plate full of cookies.

— It's too early for dessert — he said.

— Nonsense! — [Reader] rolled her eyes. — Sebastian is the one who keeps saying things like that. However, I think there is nothing wrong with sweets before dinner. Occasionally.

Ciel looked at the dessert. The baked goods looked average. Crispy, with chocolate pieces. However, their scent tickled his nostrils pleasantly. He felt his mouth water at the thought of tasting them.

— Did you make them today? — The question hung in the air, even though he knew the answer.

— I got up a little earlier. The lord had a hard day yesterday so I thought it would cheer him up. — She smiled.

The boy felt strange for a moment. He knew how much she had to do every day. She woke up long before him to take care of his house. In addition, she also had to correct the mistakes of Baldroy, Mey-Lin and Finnian. Tanaka wasn't that harmful but then again he wasn't very helpful either. Sebastian could arrange everything but she didn't like asking him for help. They tended to stay out of each other's way. Especially since the demon has been getting other tasks lately. Someone finally had to investigate in the queen's name.

And yet the maid denied herself the sleep to make these cookies for him. He felt a tightness somewhere around his heart but he decided to dismiss the ridiculous thought. Nobody cared about him. She did it because it was her job.

— You can take them. — His words were cold. So contrasting to how he felt inside.

— The lord won't eat even one? — She raised an eyebrow.

He shook his head.

For a moment the room was filled with silence. She was interrupted by footsteps. Suddenly, the newspaper paragraph was replaced by a girl's hand and a plate.

— Let's play a game. — That caught his attention. He became even more angry with himself. She knew him that well. — Please, taste them, my lord. If you don't like it, I'll leave the residence. Otherwise, I'll bake them whenever I want and you will always have to eat them.

— How do you know I won't lie? — He reached for the cookie.

— I'll take the risk. — The corner of her mouth turned up.

Ciel took a bite. He expected something extraordinary. Sophisticated taste. Secret spice. Amazing texture. None of these things! They were normal. As average as they looked.

As he took another bite, he had an epiphany. He was tricked like a little child. It wasn't about confectionery skills at all. He lost because he expected to fight on a completely different front than the one on which it actually took place.

— They're virulent — he growled.

— I knew it'll be like this. — Her smugness seemed to light up the entire room. For a moment he thought that she looked really nice in the bright light. The glow reflected in her eyes, reminding him of the radiant sun just outside the window. What was he even thinking about?

— Really? — He gritted his teeth.

— You like me too much to throw me out — she said.

She hit the nail on the head.

He felt a blush rising to his pale cheeks. For the first time in a long time, he was lost for words. Ever since she started working here, she had done and said things that made his heart beat faster. She was annoying. At the same time, he didn't want her to stop. He was stuck in a vicious circle and somehow he was in no hurry to change the whole situation. Yet he could fire her at any time.

He couldn't stand her smug expression as she headed towards the exit. He hated losing.

— Play chess with me.

— Chess? — she asked.

— Yes. How many times do I have to repeat? — he sighed irritably.

He placed the pieces in the starting position. If she thought she could just leave after all this, she was sorely mistaken.

[Reader] sat down hesitantly in the chair in front of him. He was pleased to see her slight confusion. She didn't expect this.

The game was going his way. However, he had to admit that his opponent was quite a challenge. The girl thought logically much better than he expected. Once she even managed to trap him in a bad situation. It took him a few moves to realize the trap. However, he managed to recover and was on the way to victory.

Chess was much simpler than life. They had clear and explicit rules. They rewarded the better and punished the worse. Only those who deserved it felt the taste of defeat. Completely different than in reality. A place where nothing was black and white, only shades of gray. Just like their strange relationship.

He moved the knight.

— [Readerrr]! — The door to the room opened with a bang.

Mei-Lin ran through the doorway. Red hair flowed behind her as she crossed the distance between them. Her glasses fell off her nose. She hurriedly picked them up from the floor. Even the carpet couldn't save them. One glass cracked, creating an ugly spiderweb on the surface.

— Oh my, my, my!

— What is it this time? — You could hear the tiredness in [Reader's] voice. The head of the Phantomhive family had no doubt that she had been through this hundreds of times, just as he had before Sebastian showed up. — Garden? — She got a shake of her head. — Living room? — Same answer again. — So the kitchen… — [Reader] said. She didn't have to look at her co-worker to know she had nailed it. — It was very nice to play... — She was about to get up when the young master's hand gesture stopped her.

— We're not done yet — Ciel said.

— Ah, but... the kitchen! — Mei-Lin said.

— Find Sebastian. He will take care of it. — The lord moved his rook, thus indicating that he considered the conversation to be over.

— But I don't know where he is — the maid whined helplessly.

Phantomhive took a deep breath. Sometimes he really wondered why he kept all these people here. Maybe he should hire someone new? He exhaled slowly through his nose.

— You worked with him in the living room today, so start in the living room. And if it's not there, keep looking until you find it. Have I made myself clear?

— Y-yes, of course! — The woman ran out, stumbling.

Maybe he was doing something stupid. After all, the kitchen was on fire. He shook his head slightly. Everything in the mansion burned down at least once a week, so it didn't really matter. Besides, why did he have his one hell of butler?

Ciel looked around the board, studying his options. It was basically a formality now but he still waited for her next move. However, only soft snoring answered him. He looked up from the black and white board. [Reader] rested her head against the plush headrest of the chair. Closed eyes and a steadily rising chest could only mean one thing. She fell asleep. How did sleep overwhelm her so quickly? He had no idea. She must have been really tired. She had been helping him with his documents at night for the last week. However, he didn't think it would bother her so much.

He almost woke her up but then stopped himself. He brushed away a strand of hair that had escaped from her updo, then reached for the blanket lying on the backrest and covered the girl with it.

— Maybe I really like you too much...

He quietly moved towards the door and closed it.

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PARTNERS IN CRIME // Grell Sutcliff x Reader

FEMALE READER.

SUMMARY : You had been suffering in the hands of the thing known to be your husband. You had enough. You wanted him dead. And so you began to devise a plan to kill him; when suddenly, you stumbled upon a flirtatious redhead, who, unbeknown to you, was willing to be your partner in crime.

WORD COUNT : 5957 words.

GENRES : angst. very slight fluff if you squint. smut.

WARNINGS : domestic abuse. physical and mental torture. 19th century misogyny. implications of rape. cheating. reader is implied to have serious mental health issues and is on the brink of insanity.

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"You duffer! What do you think you're doing back there?!"

My livid husband -- as much as I didn't want to call that fiend that title, for the sake of continuing my family's legacy, I did, for three unbearable years -- lashed his whip at me, at the same time screaming with such shrillness that all dignity was lost. A new set of wounds overlapped my barely healing ones. I bit back a sob. Being used to being deliberately abused didn't mean that it wouldn't hurt anymore, or that I'd eventually grow numb to it. At the time I had two choices: to answer his rhetorical question or not, but both always led to the same outcome.

Another whip of the lash, which welted my cheeks and smeared blood around the area. The tears which formed on my eyes fueled that manic bloodlust on his abominable face. He laughed and said, "Don't come crying now! Weren't you the one who was so complacent earlier? Disrespecting your husband in public. Have some shame, you harlot! You don't get to talk back to me. I am the man here. You're just a woman who can't even follow the simplest rule."

The following whips were ceaseless and more jarred than the last. The butlers and the maids... they could only watch with empty eyes. No remorse, no guilt about being not able to do anything for the one who had kept them so they could sustain their families.

Those ungrateful rats...

By the end of the night, the sleek, white floor had been tainted with my blood. Its iron smell filled the room, and the fiend had told the servants to clean up the filth. Then, he took me back to the bedroom.

"Surely, you're not dumb enough to think that I'd actually sleep with trash like you tonight. Go and fix yourself. You earned this. And if you let any wounds be left uncovered for the meeting tomorrow, you know what I'm gonna do."

Gritting my teeth, I seized the bedsheet with quivering hands, looking at the door which the fiend had just closed. I couldn't hear his footsteps nor the wind that howled forlornly that night. In fact, the only thing I could hear was my raging heartbeat and the voice in my head which vividly spoke to me. The voice which overwrote any other thoughts and told me what I needed to do.

I had to kill that bastard.

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Several days later.

My plan was fixed. All that was left to do was to put it in action at the right moment. I still had to wait for it to come, and it left me furious, filled with even sicker thoughts, that I could not set it in motion immediately as I had wanted -- needed.

I found myself at a jewelry shop at the time. Perhaps some of the beauts could offer just the tiniest amount of relaxation for me. I stooped and stared at the jade in the selection, when suddenly I sensed an encroachment, a figure looming behind me. Fearing that it might be the bastard, I immediately turned around. But it was only a stranger -- a stranger who possessed possibly the most vibrant shade of red hair and a peculiar pair of chartreuse irides. She seemed too pompous to be in a place like this. I wondered if she had taken interest in the jade I was staring at. I moved to the side, but she began speaking to the confused purveyor.

"Those amethysts suit the lady very well, don't they?"

It took me a while to figure out that she was indeed referring to me. She reeked of no harm, but I did not understand why she was acting so familiar with me, so I put my guard on nonetheless.

"L-Lady Everleigh, would you like to take a look at these amethysts?"

The stranger suddenly smiled at me. I looked at the purveyor and nodded. As he took it out for me to see, the redhead walked closer to me.

"Lady Everleigh, is it?"

I instinctively hissed, a subtle one so she would not notice. How much I loathed being called by that surname.

"I don't think I've ever seen you around here."

She chuckled, almost coyly. "Oh dear, I have been around here for quite a while now."

"Really? Because I'd remember that pompous red hair anywhere. What's your name?"

"I'm Grell Sutcliff, the one and only." The flirtatious nature surrounding her only expanded. "Now now dear, I certainly won't let you go without knowing your full name, so, pray tell."

"I am Lady [Y/N] Everleigh of the House of Everleigh. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Ms. Sutcliff."

The merchant who had just come back looked like he was about to apologize profusely on behalf of Grell's ignorance. Yet I decided to not mind it nonetheless. Strangers are sometimes better than people you know, because the latter often judge harsher than the former.

"So, why did you think that these amethysts suit me, Grell?" I stared at the purple gems glinting before me, then stared at her. I could not help but be mesmerized by the peculiar color of her eyes. They were fascinating. I didn't think that I had seen such pair of vivid eyes like hers. She was also observing me, but I had observed longer. She looked pleased at my astonishment, well-aware of her own beauty and charisma. I averted my eyes back to the gems.

She was, undoubtedly, pulchritudinous.

"Why they suit you? Well, no other reasons than them being so pretty! I would've liked them to myself if it weren't for the fact that purple isn't my usual color. It clashes horribly with my hair color!"

True enough, they were beautiful. Beautiful enough to like, beautiful enough to loath. They were pretty, but they did not suit me, for amethysts were supposed to symbolize one's chastening and purity. It would be horrible, wouldn't it? For such a lovely gem's worth be brought down only because someone so tainted already and filled with nothing but murderous thoughts, someone who couldn't be fixed with purification, had worn it.

I forced a smile. "I'll take it. The lady said it suits me, so it does." The merchant looked delighted, and as I was giving my payment, I accidentally glanced at the ruby placed at the bottom, then at Grell. An idea struck me.

"Grell. Would you like to have dinner with me later? You need only to tell me of your address. I'll send a carriage by 7. How does that sound?"

"Oh let's see -- hmm, Will probably won't mind if I... delay my duties for a bit, won't he? Besides, I deserve a break after all the hard work I've put in this job!" She mumbled on, noisily, the fact that she was in a public place slipping from her mind. Her mind had begun to wander aimlessly at the thoughts of how a certain colleague of hers bothered her to the brim.

I coughed, gaining her attention. Through the pristine glass window behind her I could see the sun starting to drown in the horizon, layers and layers of warm hues overlapping each other, with a promise of a darker sky looming on the back.

"How I would love to go out with you, Madam. However, I shall be the one to escort you to our place of dining. Well, you see, whether I like it or not, I live in such poor conditions -- and I can't bear the thought of Madam's reaction once she finds out how terrible it looks from the lips of her assistants!"

I suppressed a smirk. We all have secrets we don't want anyone to dredge, so I understood the reason behind her lying about her living conditions. It was not my part to be curious, at any rate.

"I understand, yet I'm afraid that cannot be. My... husband is such a baby, you see. He absolutely loathes it whenever friends of mine come for a visit. Rather petty, innit?" I furtively winked at the merchant who was too obvious on listening intently to my conversation with Grell. "How about we meet here by 7pm? We could take a walk to our dining place. It won't be that long. I wouldn't want to tire you out, would I?"

"Oh, but the weariness would be worth it for you." She smirked, and I found myself smiling. She added, "Anyway, I'm fine with it. Do be careful, darling. I shall see you around later."

"Looking forward to it."

With that, we both left the jewelry shop and parted ways.

An unbidden smile found its way to my lips as I recalled our encounter. Amidst all the problems besetting my life, I had made a sudden acquaintance, and found something to look forward to, as if I had been stuck wandering in the woods wherein daytime ceased to exist, and finally I had caught glimpse of flames. A bonfire. The premonition of freedom awaited me... There, in the flames.

I stared at the setting sun in awe and contemplation. The illusion at the sky was that of a dancing flame, vivid red.

Grell. Such charisma. A very charming lady, indeed.

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The remaining hours passed speedily. I had gone out to our meeting spot solely and without consent (as if I needed an utter dingus to tell me what to do), as the abomination had not yet arrived. The butlers and maids did not bother to ask where I was headed, though I saw how their eyes wandered apprehensively on me. If the abomination would have to arrive before I did, he would ask them, yet they had not a clue where I went, which put my heart at ease.

The familiar figure that I was strangely but utterly delighted to see was leaning against the wall, shadows casting over her face. As I walked closer I began to see that flirtatious, smiling countenance once more, and I automatically smiled.

"Shall we, my lady?"

"We shall."

And so we began walking side by side.

"You don't seem to have a lot on your plate these days, now do you, Madam? I was actually surprised that you managed to ask me out on a date."

I coughed. "Pardon?"

"Well of course I meant a friendly date. Just two beautiful ladies hanging out with each other."

"I don't have much to do, you see. One might think that living inside a huge mansion is a privilege -- in which case, it is, as seen from a more incisive perspective -- however, it has been quite... monotonous, these past few... weeks? Months. I have lost track of time. Seeing the same old people, their same old habits and emotions, or lack thereof..."

When I looked down, I saw that our arms had been linked together.

"I reckon you must have been so lonely, Lady Everleigh."

I sighed as I peered into the distance, looking at the signs. "I am. It's rather difficult to maintain a reputation amidst all the turmoils happening in one's life," I paused, then smiled. "Pardon me. I ramble too much."

"Ramble as much as you'd like. After all, it's merely the two of us here. Well, excluding passers-by, of course." She smiled, almost wistfully, as our eyes met, her features illuminated by the pale moonlight. I stopped my tracks, flabbergasted by her beauty. I swallowed the uninvited lump in my throat and then looked around, suddenly interested in the most mundane things around. We continued walking.

What was this? What's up with her, or with me? Why did I feel like opening up to a complete stranger? Why was it that I had the urge to release and lay everything upon her?

Somehow... It was almost like a bone-deep feeling, that she was someone to be trusted.

"But of course, I can ramble for you instead if you don't want to. Nobles do like to be conservative and mysterious after all, don't they?"

"Please, not all. And certainly not when it comes to you," I chuckled, "I would go on and ramble, only if you don't mind the mudslingings about my -- "

"Your husband, I reckon?"

"Yes, that thing."

"Ooh, my, my. Let me guess, you had enough of him, don't you? You want to find someone new -- someone who will give you all the thrills and excitement that he's lacking!"

"Yes, and no. After all the experiences I had with him? I dare not think of engaging in another relationship with anyone, as they could only be far worse than him."

"Oh dearie, you might eat your own words someday."

"And what makes you say that?"

"I have a very strong feeling about it."

"That's not very reliable now, is it?"

"So you're saying my feelings are invalid, huh!" She said in a frivolous manner.

"Now now don't be so belligerent, Grell. I never said anything." I chuckled. "But it must be nice, you know, to have someone who reciprocates your actions for a spouse. Perhaps in another life. This life? I don't suppose." Quietness enveloped us, before I continued. "I do not think it's appropriate, especially for someone of my status, to tell a stranger a secret, but I know for certain at least everyone in this miserable world had shared their secrets to people worse than strangers -- for instance, backstabbers. But, going back, you already know my secret -- but I'm once again saying it for emphasis: I am not happy with my marriage. It is horrible."

The atmosphere began to feel oppressive. Even talking about him was enough to smother me. I felt my heart beat faster. I regretted it, talking about him. It felt as if he was around me again -- lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce on me, afflict my psychological being and feist on it. I was about to separate my arm from hers, but she suddenly said, "My, he must've been so bad in bed for you to be able to say that."

I stared at her blankly as she gave me an inconspicuous, knowing look, pushing me against the nearest brick wall. Then I burst into a fit of giggles, my chest genuinely feeling lighter.

"You are rather bold, aren't you? I wasn't pertaining to the explicit part of a relationship. But, I suppose, you aren't wrong in that regard."

"Absolute incompetence!" There were feigned puking noises, and then, "You know, my dear, if you're looking for an exuberant time, I have a suggestion."

"Exuberant time?" I raised a brow eloquently. She grinned like a chesire cat.

"I know how you feel. Your husband is awful in every aspect. You live a lonely life, I daresay."

Unlinking our arms, she backed me into the nearest brick wall. My breathing hitched, but it wasn't another panic attack about to occur. Blood seared throughout me, painting my cheeks, neck, and ears red, the feeling only intensifying as she slammed her left arm against the wall, right beside my head.

"You know, Lady Everleigh, someone so beautiful like you isn't suited for the life of marital loneliness." I tried valiantly to control my breathing as she leaned her face closer to mine. Her hot breath against my neck sent shivers down my spine. I could feel her eyes piercing through my collarbone, and the feeling was oddly... thrilling. She lifted her head up so that our eyes were meeting. The atmospheric tension grew thick with something akin to sinister longing. I was afraid that I would melt right on the spot with her radical gaze.

Suddenly, she whispered, and I dreaded even more, my legs daring to tremble.

"I can fix that." She was smirking now. "What do you say?"

It was clearly a tempting offer. Though I had a vague feeling of wrongness coating me. But was it wrong? Was it any more wrong than the sick thoughts in my head? I had always envisioned killing my abusive husband in many, many creative ways. Was envisioning myself having fun with this redhair any wrong?

I smirked back. But in the end, I had to shake my head.

"No." She pulled herself back, disappointment on her face. But not until I added, "Though I might consider."

After a few more minutes of walking and idly discussing arbitrary topics, we arrived. Once inside, her explicit remarks were blocked out by the chatters of everyone else. I took us to a table and scanned the menu, then we patiently awaited our dishes to be served.

Grell was looking around, her eyes were full of idleness, yet also longing.

"It's been ages since I've eaten properly in a cafe with someone! Ah, terrible days I don't want to reminisce. Thank heavens the image of you in such cafes is enough to block out those unwanted memories," she mumbled, "Though I daresay the menus sound more promising this time."

"Ages? Work must be real tough for you. If only you could work for me, but it would be a drain for your mental well-being. And imagine having to see Mr. Everleigh everyday for a start. You might age rather quickly because of such." I grinned.

"As long as I get to see you, I don't really mind, -- " she winked " -- ugh, if only Will doesn't mind as well. Life can be so horrible, can't it?"

I assented, then a shadow fell over our table. Expecting our food, I looked up with the friendliest smile on my face, only for it to immediately dissolve into a frown once I saw the face of something I had loathed more than anything in the entire universe.

"[Y/N], my darling. Where have you been? I was worried sick! Why did you leave the house without permission? Who knows what could've happened to you! Ugh.. Never leave the house again, okay? I'm so glad I had Roger tail you when you left."

The dingus took my arm, an act of sincere worry to the public, but a torture for me. His nails were digging my skin. I had to suppress a moan because if I didn't, he would hit me -- but what difference would it make, again? Something worse awaited me that night, I felt it.

He looked at Grell. He seemed to be judging her from head to toe. A small sneer formed on his face. I was compelled to slap him but thought better.

"So sorry to interrupt your little bonding, but my wife and I have matters to attend to. Don't we, [Y/N] darling?"

Hearing the nickname physically pained me. I looked at Grell apologetically. She looked very pissed as she stared at the abomination beside me, who had by then elbowed my stomach.

"You're not even gonna let her finish her meal?"

"You don't have to worry about that. We have far better meals at home than this place could serve. The bills will be taken care of, and you could go eat on your own."

Now Grell looked like she was about to burst. I bit my lip as his nails dugged into my skin harder. He clearly didn't expect Grell to answer back. He was too used to people being submissive to him. Clearly, that was a shock.

"Good sir, you can see that your wife clearly doesn't want to go home! Don't ruin her fun."

That popped a nerve. Now, the abomination wasn't even trying to put up a front, losing inauthentic dignity.

"Listen, you mingler. This is a marital matter, so you better stay out of it. My wife, my rules. She doesn't have to listen to someone like you. Goodness, do you even know whom you're talking to? Come on now, [Y/N]."

He looked at me sharply. I knew what that look meant. I mentally prepared myself for the worse, but I couldn't help my body's intense quivering. The abomination took me by the arm, and we walked out of the cafe as if nothing happened, then I looked back and mouthed "I'm sorry." at Grell. The jolly, frivolous aura had completely left her by then, replaced by an unnatural gravity that looked undoubtedly intimidating to those who would accidentally place their gaze upon her. The insignificant other squeezed my arm and I supressed a yelp.

Hell had awaited me patiently that night in what people of lower status might see as a safe fortress. I would continue not to speak of the disturbing event which took place later that evening in the mansion, for it was too much to bear -- too much to even think about to this day. The only thing I could say was how much I had shamefully wept afterwards, holding the blood-stained clothes I had worn that evening.

The night air nibbled on my skin as streaks of moonlight found its way on the bedroom floor. Almost nude if not for the thin piece of fabric I enclosed myself in, and with limping legs, I traipsed onto the veranda and looked down miserably.

It was compelling to fall to an untimely death; but the latter would only benefit the bastard, and that was not what I wanted.

All those screaming... And yet not a single guard, maid, or butler had given effort to sneak into my room to console me, let alone give just a single glance of sympathy.

Those who had turned blind eyes were just as guilty and filthy as him.

And they would all pay.

I felt eyes on me, the fine hairs on my back standing up. I scanned the area below; there was none looking at me, even when I turned around.

I went to my bed and closed my eyes, trying to sleep. Somehow, I still felt like someone was watching me. But then, it wasn't just a feeling anymore -- I was certain that someone was there, watching me as I struggled to sleep. I could feel their shadow looming over me. My eyes were kept squeezed and shut, afraid that if I opened them, I would meet his sardonic grin, and then his fist hitting my face.

But then the person had caressed me -- had caressed the bruises, the brokenness beyond compare, and their soft touches had almost mended me. If not physicaally, at least mentally. And I knew that the bastard would never do that to me.

My right eye opened to a slit. A brown fabric -- then red hair billowed above it.

Pompous red hair.

I could've just been dreaming, but wished I didn't. I feared that I would never come to a definite answer as I had already fallen asleep. And when I awoke, alone, no evidences were there to support what I believed had happened.

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Two nights after.

That was when I decided to finally put my thoughts into actions. I knew that my husband's mistress would be coming in; I overheard the bastard talking to her the day before. Unfortunately, she would just be an innocent bystander who'd get dragged to the impending accident because of her choice of man. But what did they say? The more, the merrier.

I had dined in the restaurant where I usually spent my lonely evenings before, talking to some other haughty noble ladies. I disliked them fiercely, but they would give me the best alibi, given their lack of sense of time. I had enganged myself in mundane conversations with plenty of them before furtively exiting and going back to the place that was about to become literall hell, choosing an unusual route and making sure that no one else saw me as the usual Lady Everleigh.

I had spread a generous amount of gasoline all across inconspicuous places at the mansion, though particularly at the backyard, leading to the library just right next to the room where the bastard and his mistress would be staying. All that was left to do was to lit the match.

However, when I arrived, something I had never expected greeted me.

There, in the middle, tied up and naked, were the devil himself and his mistress, writhing in agony. They were the only ones conscious. Every guard, butler, and maid, were also tied up, sound asleep and unknowing to the misery that was about to befall them.

A figure emerged from shadows behind the throng of unconscious people, red hair billowing. The abomination widened his eyes and looked at me, having the guts to beg for my mercy.

"I saved the best part for you. They're all yours, partner."

Grell smirked, a flash of sharp, white teeth, feeling just as pleased as I was upon seeing the filths getting what they deserved.

"Oh, I hope you don't mind though. I just couldn't help myself! I had been overthinking -- what if some of those cheap minions escape the fire you had prepared for everyone? That would be a shame, really. Everyone is invited to have fun; why, this is exclusive! They should appreciate your effort, really. Though I admit, walking into imbeciles doing unorthodox things weren't pleasing! Not to mention the lack of passion. Also -- "

I suddenly cut her off by planting my lips against hers, firm and rough, releasing all the built up tension that had formed since the other night. I felt her respond to my kiss, pulling me by the waist closer to her body. She parted her lips for me to enter, my tongue exploring every inch of her wetness. She began to whine as I dominated her mouth, my hands taking and gripping her wrists. Reluctantly, we pulled away for air, panting and gasping, and for a moment I had almost forgotten that I was supposed to kill tonight, if not for an irritating, stifled whimper.

"Sorry, unfinished business. We'll have to continue later..." I panted. Grell stood behind me, her hands on my shoulders. Then, she handed me a matchbox just as I was about to reach for the one in my pocket.

"Grell, I can't help but wonder... How?" I looked around in awe before facing her. I already had an answer in mind, but I wanted a confirmation.

"I've been watching you, darling. I knew that I couldn't leave you on the hands of a bastard. You're too beautiful for that, didn't I tell you? I was planning to kill them all for you, but I figured that you might want to do the latter yourself. This is the least I can do for you, my little amethyst."

"Oh, Grell... So it was really you. I wasn't imagining things, then."

A blush found its way on my cheeks, remembering the night she had cared for me. Then, just like on that night, she began to caress my cheek. Her thumb made its way to my mouth; I gaped slightly, and her thumb began rubbing circles on my lower lip. I stared at her charteuse eyes through my half-lidded ones.

"Go on, sweetie. Kill them. You can do that for me, hm?"

I nodded, half-dazed at her low whisper. I turned around reluctantly -- I was still relishing the feeling. But it would have to wait.

I couldn't help but smile as the thing I once had called my husband writhed uselessly in fear. He was sweating profusely, trying to say something through the duct tape that was stifling his mouth; meanwhile, his mistress wasn't even moving anymore, just staring vacuously at nothing in particular, already accepting her fate due to her own stupidity.

You got yourself in this mess, you courtesan.

"How does it feel now? Regretting everything you did to me? Has your conscience finally started working? Do you feel bad now? Do you feel bad now that you realize what you've done to me? That those actions of yours created a monster inside me? How do you feel now, you peasant, under me? Can you finally feel what I've felt, all throughout the years that we've been together? Oh, but don't worry! Consider yourself lucky because you're only going to experience the immense fear once; while I had to. Every. Single. Day."

Venom coated my words, and I felt my anger raising up. I had to control myself from running towards the kitchen to get the butcher's knife and start cutting him up like the pig he was. There were so many ways he could die in my hands -- death by asphyxiation, by arsenic poisoning, by thrusting a knife in his anus until he bleeds to death -- hah, the list was endless! Butchering him up came second next to fire. I chose the latter in the end because I felt it would give him more time to get bonkers due to the pain. It would be slow, and excruciating -- perfect.

I began laughing maniacally, my eyes twitching as the euphoric feeling enveloped my entirety. No more of that constant fear. I was finally ridding the earth of yet another monster. I was doing the world a favor by removing this unwanted dirt together with its worms. And I knew, deep in my bones, that this was only the beginning of a vast purge.

"See you in hell."

I said, lighting the match. His whimpers grew louder -- more panicked -- and the mistress seemed to have changed her mind, as she began to twist, her eyes filled with tears. I relished the scene before me. It was fun seeing people get what they truly deserve; though a little detail irked me, I couldn't lie. I wished Grell had left the workers conscious so they would know how it felt to have people watch as you suffer and turn a blind eye on it.

The match was now lit, its flames reflected on their eyes as I walked towards them. By then I was about to drop the match, but took a moment to appreciate the look of despair on their faces. I frowned, trying to mimic their expressions, but laughed, realizing that it was futile -- I couldn't even see their full expressions! Their mouths were covered in duct tape! Though it would have to stay that way. Being unable to speak must suck, right?

I smiled as I finally dropped the match. Flames began engulfing their desperately struggling figures. The whimpers were much louder now; stifled screams of agony which only gave me serotonin. I watched them burn for a minute or two. They were beginning to get crazy! My eyes lit in anticipation. They were gonna die with their minds unhinged! It was so fun to watch!

At last, I turned my back as the flames grew bigger. Grell and I had walked a bit further from the inferno that I -- no, we -- created. The flames doubled up in size in no time, successfully encircling the mansion. I could see everyone's burnt, dead figures still being consumed by the tangible fury that they had placed upon me. I laughed. And laughed. And laughed. Served them right!

I turned to look at Grell, who was staring at me with adoration. I had been with the devil -- but now, an angel had saved me. Though, she didn't much radiate the aura of an angelic being. She was an enigma, and the aura of death surrounded her.

Death. It was more apt. Death had saved me.

"Now that that's been taken care of, shall we go back to where we left off?"

Before I could answer, she slammed my back against the nearest post, our lips and bodies meeting in a harsh collision. I closed my eyes as this time, it was her who dominated my mouth, her tongue encircling mine, pushing it back as sloppy, wet sounds emanated from the both of us. The tongue-fucking continued until I was once again half-dazed, intoxicated by her sweet taste.

Thank God, for I wasn't wearing a petticoat that evening. I had chosen to wear a relatively thin, green longsleeved dress which had puffy shoulders on it and ruffles in the front. Grell had easier access to my thighs, slipping her delicate fingers underneath my skirt and squeezing my inner thigh, sending shivers down my spine and causing me to let out an uninvited moan which she giggled at. I felt a bulge hit my heated core as she wrapped my right leg around her waist, and this time the moan that I emitted was louder, needier as she created a friction that had enslaved my mind between our sexes.

Grell whined, just as needy as I was. She had then begun marking my neck, unaware of the right spot at first, which was why she had made every bite fiercely, waiting for my reaction until finally, I let out a growl, throwing my head back in pure bliss, both from the way she rutted her sex against mine, and from how tall the flames were now; the mansion was completely engulfed by it, and for certain by then, someone had already noticed it.

"Oh.." I gasped when she wrapped my left leg around her waist, and now that both my legs were around her, she lifted me up and pushed my back further against the post. Grell took my gasp as an opportunity to enter my mouth once more. Sounds of lust mixed with the sound of burning as the new position gave us both a new wave of pleasure. Gnawing on my lower lip, her right hand trailed from my stomach up to my breast, which she began to squeeze. Not too hard, gentle, but not so. Like a creature in heat, I moaned against her lips and squeezed my eyes. It was beginning to grow too hot, the fire was nearing the distance we'd deemed safe before. She pulled away from the kiss, a sliver of saliva connecting our swollen lips.

"Grell... It's getting hot..."

She looked at me with ravenous, wide eyes, a lecherous look on them as she smiled coyly. "Mmh yeah? Take off your clothes for me, darling. I want to see you. All of you."

I panted. She was making it extremely difficult to focus. "G-Grell you misunderstood. It's getting hot... Literally. The flames."

A digit was suddenly put inside my mouth, and then another. It was her index and middle fingers, which she began to thrust inside. Drool slipped from mouth, down to my jawline, and to my neck. Grell licked it off, slowly, almost teasingly. Goosebumps were all over me, and all I could do was whimper with her fingers still thrusting inside my mouth. I glazed my tongue over them, and feeling the action, Grell stopped thrusting and instead focused on circling her digits around my tongue, her working counterclockwise and my tongue going clockwise. Unexpectedly, she pushed her digits further in my mouth, and in return, more drool came gushing out of it.

"Were you saying anything, darling?" She asked through half-lidded eyes, her voice like velvet. A knot formed in my stomach given how ravishing she looked at me at the moment, with the flames blurry behind her attractive figure. A different flame danced in her eyes, one which I had wanted to indulge in every passing moment.

"We're not even halfway through our exuberant time, right, partner?"

Sighing fondly, I gave into the exhilarating feeling vibrating all over my body, with no heed to the physical heat that conquered the darkness of the night, nearing towards us. We still had ample of time before it got too hot to the point of scorching us; in the mean time, we allowed ourselves to indulge in the luxury of succumbing into our desires.

The monster was gone for good. I was safe now; safe in her embrace.

And I would never let go.

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the snake charmer ; bb. snake (18+)

pairing ; snake x female!reader

warnings ; unprotected sex, slight dub-con & one night stand

word count ; 2995

note ; this was a rewrite of my first ever proper smut piece that was originally written in august of 2017. i posted this on wattpad on the piece’s 5 year anniversary and just realised that i never posted it here — so enjoy!

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never had her cramped little isolated tent felt quite so homey as it did after evening performances in the big top. the thin fabric that made up the 'walls' may have done little to offer a sense of true privacy or keep out the cold, and her cot was terribly worn and uncomfortable, but it was a welcome reprieve from the bright lights and unrelenting noise that punctuated her performances (and it gave her the space to relax and practice privately without the stress of perfection that accompanied one's presence in front of the crowds their circus tended to draw in these days).

their tent was also where her beloved companions were housed, one of which being her mischievous main partner that had made a habit of trying to eat their ringmaster at any given opportunity — much to her, and his, open chagrin. livia, as she had so affectionately named her, had always had a penchant for the dramatic; going along with training and routine, but only for the right price, and following her numerous attempted felonies with that expression that screamed empty-headedness and a default innocence unbefitting of the would-be criminal.

"that won't work forever you know, my love," (name) scolded halfheartedly as she returned her friend to her enclosure and offered her a fresh mouse, "your crimes will catch up to you eventually — and the law isn't light on repeat offenders, i hear."

the snake, being an animal, offered no response other than a slow blink before moving to attack her prey — and promptly missing (earning a hearty laugh from the woman despite her growing exhaustion). endearing — she'd never be able to survive in the wild, but she made for a wonderfully amusing domestic companion (though one with a taste for blood and noncompliance with the law).

though her amusement was quickly cut short when she noticed a distinctive, and distinctly unfamiliar, red and white striped tail peaking out from the pile of boxes she hadn't gotten around to organising yet. a snake, certainly, but not one of hers — so with light footsteps and a honeyed voice, she approached the animal and coaxed it carefully out of its hiding place.

"hello there, darling," she began as she slowly picked it up, "hi. aren't you a beautiful creature... where did you come from, hm?" she turned it around in her hands as it comfortably wrapped itself around her forearm and rested its head on her flattened palm. "well you're certainly a domestic animal... let's go and see if we can find your owner, hm? i’m sure they're driving themselves mad looking for you." the snake stuck its tongue out and licked the tip of her thumb, causing her to laugh as she turned on her heel and made her way towards the lone exit to her space.

surely sleep could wait a short while longer, right?

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however her plan to leave her tent was quickly turned on it's head when she ran face-first into a complete stranger at the entrance to her tent. the force of it had her stumbling backwards, equal parts confused and mortified as she went to apologise — only to be stopped in her tracks when she caught sight of just who she'd nearly toppled over.

then man before her was a peculiar sight to be sure: skin pale enough to rival the light of the moon that peered over the tents outside, smattered with random patches of lightly coloured scales that complimented his unusual complexion in a suitably unusual way; fair, silky hair that framed his face and hung over his forehead, itself seeming unusually soft and well cared for despite their obviously shared line of work; a thin silhouette with clothing that seemed to almost hang off of his semi-gaunt form, his body practically engulfed by the ocean of fabric in a way that brought a bemused smile to her face. and that wasn't even to mention the various snakes that comfortably slithered in and out of his clothes and wound themselves calmly around his body.

though, she supposed, she must have been an equally intriguing sight if his wandering gaze was anything to go by: (length) (colour) hair done up in a (comfortable/suited/sensible) (style) that complimented both her role and her clothing; (type) body silhouetted by a fitted leotard and corset, itself a deep green in colour and accented in various shades of gold and red to mimic the colouring of her beloved companions; (size) (shape) lips painted a deep red and curled upwards in a pleasant smile and (shape) (colour) eyes decorated with a thick liner and obviously raking over his form. perhaps she shouldn't be so judgmental then, she noted to herself.

upon regaining her composure, the woman politely bowed her head to the stranger and greeted him in a kind voice as she offered the friendly and now very talkative snake to him.

"good evening, sir, i take it this beauty is yours?" when he nodded politely and carefully moved her to his person, she smiled and gestured for him to enter her space. "you've clearly come quite some way — i didn't even know there were other snake charmers around — and it would be terribly rude to just send you off like that. so, would you like to come inside?" he seemed to look to his companions for answers before nodding and meeting her curious gaze.

"we'd like that," he began in a high pitched voice, "says emily."

"oh? is that her name?" when he nodded she smiled and continued in a pleasant tone. "well, my name is (name), it's a pleasure to meet you, emily and..."

"snake," he offered, this time seemingly speaking for himself this time.

"snake! how fitting," she joked lightly, ushering him inside, "would you like to hear some songs from my performance? i've been meaning to practise and it's always nice to have another likeminded performer about to give their mind."

he didn't say anything that time, but the small nod he gave was confirmation enough for her to go and retrieve her slightly beaten up pungi before taking a seat beside him on her cot.

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lightly calloused fingertips caressed the length of the instrument, coaxing an all too familiar tune from it with a well practised ease that allowed her mind to wander — tired eyes slipping shut as she lost herself to the routine, yet heavily toned down, performance. sat with crossed legs on a thin, dirty mattress, it didn't take long for her to lose herself entirely as she went through the motions she had committed to muscle memory — swaying side-to-side to the music in time with her various reptilian companions and, unbeknownst to her in that moment, the young man that sat by her side.

the pitch and rhythm and sound were utterly entrancing, snake had realised, and he soon found himself mirroring her movements — swaying to-and-fro in a trance-like state; unable to tear his eyes away from her as his heart rate began to pick up and his mouth ran dry. he could just barely hear emily and wordsworth chatting airily amongst themselves, but he couldn't bring himself to respond even when they removed themselves from his clothes and evacuated to an unoccupied enclosure somewhere behind them.

but even as their voices faded into white noise, lost to the intoxicating, all encompassing song, he didn't give much in the way of a response — not verbally, at least, for his body was certainly responding beyond what he cared to acknowledge. it was affecting his mind and body like a drug, just as addictive and potent as if he'd ingested it rather than simply heard it: his mouth was dry and felt as though it were filled with cotton wool, leaving him with a scratchy throat and a tongue that was better suited to the work of a paperweight than its original purpose; his skin was gradually getting coated with a thin sheen of sweat and flushing deeply as his heart rate picked up under the influence of the song, a confusing mixture of arousal and embarrassment sending heat coursing through his veins; his cock was aching painfully against the confines of his work clothes, straining and throbbing in ways that left his mind racing with the unfamiliarity of just how hard it was getting.

all unfamiliar, but far from unwelcome or uncomfortable, he managed to note to himself.

and then, just as suddenly as it began, it all came to an end as the song concluded; snake regaining awareness of the world beyond her and becoming thoroughly flustered at the state she had left him in without much effort — or even realisation of the effects he had suffered. or, rather, she was unaware until she turned her head to look at him and took in his appearance once again, swallowing thickly and averting her gaze as she offered her help in a voice barely loud enough for him to hear.

"i... oh goodness," she licked her lips, a movement he couldn't help but follow with his eyes, "would you like any help with... that?"

and how could he possibly say no to such an offer, previous inhibitions be damned.

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cautious, gentle hands find purchase on gaunt shoulders as she moves to sit on his lap in a single fluid motion - resting most of her weight on her own bent legs that rested on either side of his own. her touch was thoughtful and light, as it often was, giving him ample time to push her away or deny her before she accepted his compliance and leaned forwards to pepper featherlight kisses along the underside of his jaw; taking a slow and deliberate path from one side to the other whilst occasionally gently biting at the flushed skin and revelling in the muffled groans and gasps that escaped her quiet partner.

after a minute or so, snake finally began to move, his actions clumsy and curious yet endearing and arousing all the same in their effect on her. large hands started grasping at her body, starting with the meat of her thighs (groping and gripping them with a refreshing harshness that was too uncertain and short lived to have been intentional) before moving upwards to caress her sides — showing full appreciation for her hips, waist and breasts from their position in such a way that it coaxed low moans and whimpers from her lips.

though she quickly tired of the restrictive nature of their current position and pulled away, pecking his lips briefly before speaking up once again.

"why don't we — ah —" his hands reached up to grope her breasts, interrupting her mid sentence, "why don't we lay down? i want to see what we're doing."

and though he didn't respond verbally, he complied by shuffling back and allowing her to straddle his waist as he laid down on the tattered sheets — hissing through his teeth when she grazed his painfully hard length with her clothed cunt; a gesture she mimicked in part as she reached down with one hand to shove the thin material to one side and used the other to pull her costume down to her stomach, exposing her chest to the cool evening air.

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she truly was a sight to behold, and he gladly took a few moments to admire everything in front of him with wide eyes and a throbbing sex: breasts heaving and slick with sweat from the rising heat of the confined tent, with hardening nipples that he couldn't help but bring to his mouth, sucking and pinching them as she moaned and keened at the sensation; pupils blown wide as she stared down at him with pure lust and want, ideas so utterly foreign to him that it sent new waves of heat careening through his body — crawling up his neck and racing down to his sex; a puffy cunt dripping with a slick that he longed to taste and ached to sink into in the same breath, the sight leaving his mouth salivating and the scent so strong and intoxicating that it left his mind racing.

and then, finally, she freed him from the confines of his trousers and guided his tip along the length of her slit, gathering plentiful slick (all the while unabashedly moaning and whining at the sensation) before bringing him to her gushing entrance and slowly sank down — taking every inch of his cock into her tight, warm heat until she finally bottomed out with her head thrown back and her palms resting on his cool chest. his hands found purchase on her hips in an almost instinctual motion as they took several moments to adjust, drawing circles into the flesh with his fingertips as he caught his breath, admiring the view of her on top of him: trembling, inhaling deeply with each breath and covered in a thin layer of sweat as she remained still for as long as she needed.

but stillness couldn't sate them forever and, after a good few moments, she finally started to move; starting off slow and cautious as she rose until only the very tip of his length was inside of her before gradually bottoming out once more — each time coaxing more bitten groans and low moans from the man beneath her. then, once she had found her footing, she became more confident in her actions and started going faster — still taking him deeply each time though being much less cautious as she sought out her release in tandem with her partner.

this obvious show of confidence and self-assuredness was enough to bring snake back to the present as he fell into a rhythm with her, his actions much sloppier and shakier than hers yet complimenting her pace in a most wonderful way that had their toes curling and their mouths falling open in unabashed bliss.

the whole thing was so perfectly imperfect in nature: one of his hands rested on her hip where it had begun, his grip harsher than he would usually allow as he partially guided her to bounce on his sex whilst the other migrated up her body to toy with her exposed tits — paying particular attention to her hardened nipples as he had before; her nails dug several half moons into the supple, pale expanse of his chest, the marks branding him in a not-entirely-unpleasant manner as the stinging pain blended with the building pleasure in his mind, the scratches and shallow cuts just another set of blemishes deemed unremarkable in the shadow of his scales; his throbbing cock stretched out her warm gummy walls with each deep thrust, brushing against her sweet spot every so often and causing more slick to pour out of her cunt and dampen the spattering of hair about the base of his length; her pace gradually getting faster and shallower as time went on, relying more on his arrhythmic upward thrusts than her own movements as the pain in her legs grew more severe and notable — but even that did not deter her from seeking her high.

intoxicating. addicting. enchanting. hypnotic.

it made his head spin in the most amazing way - he almost didn't want it to end.

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she could feel the muscles in her abdomen constricting in an all too familiar motion; coiling tighter and tighter with each collision of his length with her g-spot, offering the promise of sweet release that left her throat dry and heart racing. so, almost mindlessly, she moved one hand between her thighs to toy with her swollen clit with trembling fingers — crying out airily at the sudden wave of pleasure and falling forward onto the man beneath her (who just barely managed to catch her as he continued to thrust into her with increasingly sloppy motions).

then, finally, she felt herself come undone entirely, falling over the precipice of her personal nirvana with a loud and incoherent cry: tears gathered at the corners of her eyes and slipped down her cheeks from the intensity of her climax as snake continued to pleasure her; a string of cusses, whimpers, whines, moans and blasphemes spilled from her lips, herself barely able to hear what she said, almost as though she were underwater; her limbs grew semi limp and trembled severely, weak and unsupported as her orgasm left her lost entirely in her own mind; her chest was heaving with the combined painful pounding of her heart and the ache of her lungs as they begged for air through the incoherent muttering of her fucked-out mind.

too much; not enough. everything hurt; she couldn't feel a thing. her mind was racing; she couldn't think of a single thing other than the feeling of him inside her, stretching her out in that addictive way.

she barely even realised when he pulled out of her to come on her stomach, only whining childishly at the loss of fullness and not acknowledging the spillage of sticky release that now coated her heated skin; too far gone to care.

when she was in her right mind she would catch her breath and use a torn part of the sheets to clean herself off; she'd turn to her partner and make sure he was okay as she readjusted her costume to make herself more presentable. she’d adopt that cheerful persona she put on for the crowd and help him come back down and offer him water and reunite him with his dear companions before watching him walk away, never expecting to see him again.

not everything needed a forever; not everything needed to be something. this was enough — but that would be a thought for when she had recovered, not yet.

#female reader #sleepingdeath #minors fuck off #minors do not interact #minors dni #black butler smut #kuroshitsuji smut #smut oneshot #smut #black butler x reader #kuroshitsuji x reader #black butler snake #black butler snake x reader #kuroshitsuji snake #kuroshitsuji snake x reader #female reader smut #18+ fic

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milfhandholder · 2 years

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On their way to commit various atrocities

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #grell sutcliff #kuroshitsuji grell #kuroshitsuji madame red #madame red #redcliff #IT'S FROM THAT ONESHOT REDCLIFF DOUJIN I FORGOT THE NAME 😭😭😭

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emmy-renee · 1 year

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

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"I don't know if I could do this." the young girl said in a shaky breath as she peeked out the violet curtains. The people that surrounded her in the darkened area watching her shake in a panic and disquieted state.

"Sweetheart, you performed in front of about one thousand people for eight nights. One hundred shouldn't be that bad, love." Marie hummed as she ran a hand through her daughter's (H/L) (H/C) hair. "Yes, but most of them were in the back so I could only see about four visible rows!" she squeaked clutching the curtains tighter as she turned ghostly pale shade. "Hey, it's going to be alright. You got this!" a boy seemingly older than the girl by a couple of years encouraged, giving her a thumbs up. (Y/N) just gave him a small smile in return, focusing back to beyond the curtains.

Two women had on set been seated at a glass table with their white coffee mugs in hand, waving their perfectly manicured hands in the air as they laughed like hyenas. One was wearing a white CHANEL sheath dress with gold necklaces layering on her neck. The other was wearing a deep blue button-up shirt and red pencil skirt, also wearing layering necklaces. The women seemed to be in their late thirties, both fitting into the bright white and sky blue background; a bit too bright for (Y/N)'s taste.

"And to think these two bimbos are going to be the ones interviewing me." she scoffed as she shook her head. "Oh (N/N), there's nothing wrong with going big, this is New York's biggest talk show ever, after all." an old woman said in a soft and elegant tone as she folded her hands together; Unknowingly realizing she that those words just raised her granddaughter's social anxiety higher than it needed to be. "Ma stop it, your going to break the poor girl." Mr. (L/N) said to his mother as she just dismissively waved her cold wrinkly hand.

(Y/N) was just trying to control her breathing before it worsened while her father fought with her grandmother. She winced as she saw the crowd laughing about something the hostesses just said, the voices in her head getting louder and louder as she just tried to shoo the 'what ifs' all away.

What if they ask me something personal?

What if they make fun of me in front of my face and laugh along with the audience?

What if I just freeze?

What if-

"Hey," Christopher said putting a hand on his little sister's shoulder. "You're going to do great," he said in a comforting tone. "Calm down, your getting worked up over something you don't know is going to happen."he finished as Mrs. (L/N) just chuckled and squeezed her daughter's shoulder. "He has a point you know." she crooned. The young Miss (L/N) just gave her family a gentle-slightly forced- smile. "Thanks, Chris. Thank you guys for being here and not making me do this myself." The three adults gave her a small smile and the teenage boy gave her a toothy grin. "We're proud of you sweetheart, really," Stella said as her thin lips curved into a smile. Loosening her grip on the curtains alas, she turned her whole body to face her family. "Thank you guys, really. If it weren't for you I'd be having a giant breakdown." (Y/N) lightly laughed. "We're always here for you, remember that." The boy said pulling his sister into a hug.

"Excuse me," a worker wearing a black shirt and pants with a clipboard and earpiece said walking up to the (L/N) family. "You on in one," he said pointing the clipboard at the youngest member of the family writing down on his clipboard as he got a call on his earpiece. "Good luck." Chris whispered in his sister's ears, to which she returned "Thanks."Pulling away from the hug, she took one last look at her family. Her mother's eyes became soft and glossy as her father had an arm wrapped around her waist with a giant smile, and her grandmother gave a joyful expression as she walked over. "Your grandfather would be so proud of you, you know that?" she spoke, tucking a lock of (H/C) hair behind her granddaughter's ear as she cupped the young girl's face. Soon, the set light dimmed a bit, and the audience got quiet. The brunette woman got up and brushed her pencil skirt, then finally cleared her throat and turned to the murmuring crowd.

"Ladies and gentlemen," a smooth voice said coming from the set. "Now, I believe I speak for all of us when I say that the Broadway show last week was definitely a sight to see."The woman with the button-up said as the audience squealed in excitement, before waving a hand signaling them to quiet down. "However, there was one performer who stole the hearts of us all, with perfect exaggeration, grace, and voice." she exclaimed a the crowd was slowly beginning to go wild once again. "Ladies and gentleman, please welcome (Y/N) (M/N) (L/N)!"

You can read the rest here

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𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐲-𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐞.𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫.𝐜𝐨𝐦

#black butler x reader #kuroshitsuji x reader #sebastian michaelis x reader #sebastian x reader #black butler sebastian #black butler sebastian michaelis x reader #black butler sebastian michaelis #black butler oneshot #black butler imagines #black butler imagine #x reader

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lovelyfaustus · 1 year

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so … i put claude in that anime ai thing that everyone is doing and he’s literally so beautiful wow

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cherryskyies · 1 year

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Can you do fluff head cannons for undertaker with a fem reader?

Fluff headcanons w Undertaker and his s/o

I feel like I got a bit carried away with this one, but enjoy<3

Masterlist || Navigation || Ao3

Your entire relationship is filled with cute moments from the second you wake up to a gentle kiss on your forehead to planning your future together while under the covers.

Being with Undertaker is falling in love with him everyday all over again. Feeling your heart swell with pure adoration while you sit on the bar stool, watching him make breakfast and sampling the food before it is even done.

Some days are more slow paced than others, allowing for you to spend the gloomy London nights wrapped in a blanket together in front of the fireplace; steaming cups of tea sit in front of both of you with bowls of hot soup and you cannot help but look at him with love and smile, wondering how you got so lucky.

Every now and then the both of you will let your inner child out and play hide n seek with the coffins. You never win, but you’re happy to lose if it means seeing him smile — you’d do anything to make him smile and he’d do the same.

Undertaker has one rule he likes to follow: All three meals are to be shared together. Growing up, he had never had anyone to share a meal with, so having you around makes him feel worth something; he’d be heartbroken if you shared a meal away from him.

I see him as more of an acts of service and words of affirmation guy when it comes to loving you. Your beauty is impossible to define, but he will spend his last breath trying.

On the receiving end, I believe Undertaker to be more of a touch kind of guy. Your hands exploring his body or reaching under the dinner table to hold his makes him feel like he is on top of the world.

You are his goddess and he is your most loyal follower, worshiping at your feet willing to do whatever you ask of him, which is why it is so hard for him to fathom you doing the same to him, but every time your eyes meet his he feels deserving of your love.

#black butler #black butler undertaker #black butler x reader #undertaker #undertaker headcanons #undertaker imagines #undertaker x reader #anime #anime x reader #undertaker x you #oneshot #headcanons #fluff #undertaker fluff #kuroshitsuji

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lordphantomhive · 15 days

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ROLEPLAY ═╪ REQUEST .ᐟ

looking for anyone who who writes sebastian michaelis from the anime black butler / kuroshitsuji.

i write ciel phantomhive and finding someone to write with is extremely hard.

i am a literate writer and can write anywhere from a few sentences to a few paragraphs (2+ instagram bubbles or over the discord amount), and i will always try to match the person that i am writing with.

i write in the third person only.

i will not write anything romantic whatsoever, sebaciel is completely wrong as they’re different ages.

i will write with anyone, minor or adult. i am 17 myself, and am comfortable with these sorts of things.

the content of the roleplay will contain mature themes / triggering content, but we can always discuss your triggers and boundaries for this

if you’re willing to write with me, please do not be afraid to shoot me a message or comment on this post and i will respond as soon as i can.

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animeisfornerdz · 3 months

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Black Butler Masterlist

Fics:

Ciel Phantomhive:

The Secret Affair - One. || Two. || Three.

Alois Trancy:

The Tea Shop. 🌶️

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nevemindd · 7 months

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You are early to school, arriving before the other students and finding yourself alone. You decide to make use of the time by relaxing at your desk. As you settle in and begin to drift off to sleep, the first to arrive is your teacher, Prof. Michaelis. Upon seeing you asleep at your desk, the Professor's lips curl into a small smile and he drapes your jacket over your shoulders to keep you warm. As time passes, his gaze upon you remains. He sits at his desk busy with correcting exams. From time to time he casts his gaze in your direction. Prof. Michaelis carefully wakes you, allowing you to shake the drowsiness and not being caught napping. The other students enter the room without noticing, and you quickly get to work on your studies.

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #sebastian michaelis #black butler sebastian #black butler imagines #imagine #oneshot #pov #sebastian x reader #i love him

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linkemon · 23 days

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Ciel Phantomhive x Reader

Resztę oneshotów z tej i innych serii możesz przeczytać tutaj. Zajrzyj też na moje Ko-fi.

Some of these oneshots are already translated into English. You can find them here.

ᴛʏᴘᴏᴡʏ ᴘᴏʀᴀɴᴇᴋ ᴡ ᴘᴏsɪᴀᴅᴌᴏśᴄɪ ᴘʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍʜɪᴠᴇ. ᴍᴀʀᴜᴅɴʏ ᴄɪᴇʟ, ᴅᴇsᴇʀ ᴘʀᴢᴇᴅ ᴏʙɪᴀᴅᴇᴍ ɪ ɴɪᴇᴏᴅᴘᴏᴡɪᴇᴅᴢɪᴀʟɴɪ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴏᴡɴɪᴄʏ. ᴡsᴢʏsᴛᴋᴏ ᴘᴏᴅʟᴀɴᴇ ᴅᴢʙᴀɴᴋɪᴇᴍ ʜᴇʀʙᴀᴛʏ…

— Dzień dobry, paniczu! — [Reader] otworzyła drzwi.

Widok był taki sam, jak prawie każdego dnia. Hrabia siedział w granatowym, pluszowym fotelu i przeglądał poranną prasę. Nie oderwał wzroku od gazety. Wiedział, że przyjdzie. Była punktualna. Czego nie można było powiedzieć o reszcie pracowników rezydencji.

— Jak się panicz dzisiaj miewa?

— W porządku — odparł cicho Ciel.

Jak na niego była to nadzwyczaj rozbudowana wypowiedź. Jeśli pytał go o to Sebastian, zazwyczaj odpowiadał mu, by zajął się swoimi sprawami. A kiedy czynili to inni mieszkańcy posiadłości, wolał nic nie mówić, bo zaczynali się tak cieszyć, że nie dawali mu spokoju przez resztę dnia.

Dziewczyna chwyciła za porcelanowy imbryk i zabrała się za parzenie herbaty. Bursztynowy płyn zalśnił w zdobionej filiżance. Dziewczyna położyła spodeczek na małym stoliku.

Phantomhive odczekał chwilę, by usłyszeć odgłos zamykanych drzwi, jednak ku swemu zaskoczeniu nie doczekał się go. Skierował wzrok na pokojówkę. Stała odwrócona do niego plecami, pochylając się nad srebrną tacą. Kiedy zaczęła się odwracać, schował głowę za drukowanymi stronami, udając zaczytanego.

Obok niego pojawił się talerz. Elegancki talerz pełen ciasteczek.

— Jest za wcześnie na deser — oznajmił.

— Nonsens! — [Reader] przewróciła oczami. — To Sebastian wiecznie powtarza takie rzeczy. Ja natomiast uważam, że nie ma nic złego w słodyczach przed obiadem. Od czasu do czasu.

Ciel przyjrzał się deserowi. Wypieki wyglądały przeciętnie. Kruche, z kawałkami czekolady. Jednak ich zapach mile łaskotał jego nozdrza. Czuł, jak ślina napływa mu do ust na myśl o tym, by ich skosztować.

— Zrobiłaś je dzisiaj? — Pytanie zawisło w powietrzu, choć znał odpowiedź.

— Wstałam trochę wcześniej. Miał wczoraj hrabia ciężki dzień, dlatego pomyślałam, że to mu poprawi humor. — Uśmiechnęła się.

Chłopak przez moment poczuł się dziwnie. Wiedział, jak dużo musiała robić każdego dnia. Budziła się na długo przed nim, by zająć się jego domem. W dodatku musiała też poprawiać błędy Baldroya, Mey-Lin i Finniana. Tanaka nie był aż tak szkodliwy, ale z drugiej strony nie był też zbyt pomocny. Sebastian mógł wszystko załatwić, ale nie lubiła prosić go o pomoc. Raczej schodzili sobie z drogi. Szczególnie że ostatnio demon dostawał inne zadania. Ktoś w końcu musiał prowadzić śledztwa w imię królowej.

A jednak pokojówka odmówiła sobie snu, by zrobić dla niego te ciastka. Gdzieś w okolicy serca poczuł uścisk, ale postanowił odrzucić tę niedorzeczną myśl. Nikt o niego nie dbał. Robiła to, bo taka była jej praca.

— Możesz je zabrać. — Jego słowa były chłodne. Tak kontrastowe w stosunku do tego, jak się czuł w środku.

— Nie zje hrabia ani jednego? — Uniosła brew.

Pokręcił głową.

Przez moment pomieszczenie wypełniała cisza. Przerwały ją kroki. Nagle paragraf w gazecie zastąpiła dziewczęca dłoń i talerz.

— Zagrajmy w grę. — To przykuło jego uwagę. Zezłościł się na siebie jeszcze bardziej. Aż tak dobrze go znała. — Niech hrabia skosztuje. Jeśli nie posmakują, to odejdę z rezydencji. W przeciwnym razie będę je piekła, kiedy tylko będę chciała, i hrabia zawsze będzie musiał je zjeść.

— Skąd wiesz, że nie skłamię? — Sięgnął po ciastko.

— Zaryzykuję. — Kącik jej ust uniósł się w górę.

Ciel wziął kęs. Spodziewał się czegoś nadzwyczajnego. Wyrafinowanego smaku. Sekretnej przyprawy. Niesamowitej tekstury. Nic z tych rzeczy! Były normalne. Tak przeciętne, na jakie wyglądały.

Przy kolejnym gryzie doznał olśnienia. Dał się podpuścić jak małe dziecko. Tu zupełnie nie chodziło o umiejętności cukiernicze. Przegrał, bo spodziewał się walki na zupełnie innym froncie niż ten, na którym naprawdę się ona toczyła.

— Są zjadliwe — odburknął.

— Wiedziałam, że tak będzie. — Jej samozadowolenie zdawało się rozjaśniać cały pokój. Przez moment pomyślał, że w jasnym świetle naprawdę ładnie wygląda. Blask odbijał się w jej oczach, przypominając o promiennym słońcu tuż za oknem. O czym on w ogóle myślał?

— Doprawdy? — Zazgrzytał zębami.

— Za bardzo mnie hrabia lubi, żeby mnie stąd wyrzucić — oznajmiła.

Trafiła w samo sedno.

Czuł, jak na jego blade policzki wstępuje rumieniec. Po raz pierwszy od dawna zabrakło mu słów. Odkąd zaczęła tu pracować, robiła i mówiła rzeczy, które przyspieszały bicie jego serca. Denerwowała go. Jednocześnie jednak nie chciał, by przestała. Tkwił w błędnym kole i jakoś nie spieszyło mu się, by zmieniać tę całą sytuację. A przecież mógł ją zwolnić w każdej chwili.

Nie mógł znieść jej zadowolonej miny, gdy zmierzała w stronę wyjścia. Nienawidził przegrywać.

— Zagraj ze mną w szachy.

— W szachy? — upewniła się.

— Tak. Ile razy mam powtarzać? — westchnął zirytowany.

Ustawił figury w pozycji startowej. Jeśli myślała, że po tym wszystkim tak po prostu odejdzie, to grubo się myliła.

[Reader] niepewnie usiadła na fotelu naprzeciwko niego. Z satysfakcją zauważył jej lekkie zmieszanie. Tego się nie spodziewała.

Gra szła po jego myśli. Musiał jednak przyznać, że przeciwniczka stanowiła spore wyzwanie. Dziewczyna myślała logicznie o wiele lepiej niż się spodziewał. Raz nawet udało jej się uwięzić go w nieciekawej sytuacji. Zajęło mu kilka ruchów, by zorientować się w pułapce. Udało mu się jednak wykaraskać i znalazł się na drodze do zwycięstwa.

Szachy były o wiele prostsze niż życie. Miały jasne i wyraźne zasady. Nagradzały lepszych i karały gorszych. Smak porażki czuli tylko ci, którzy na to zasługiwali. Zupełnie inaczej niż w rzeczywistości. Miejscu, gdzie nic nie było czarno-białe, tylko w odcieniach szarości. Tak w jak ich dziwnej relacji.

Przesunął skoczka.

— [Readerrr]! — Drzwi do pokoju otworzyły się z hukiem.

Przez próg przebiegła Mei-Lin. Czerwone włosy powiewały za nią, gdy przemierzała dzielący ich dystans. Okulary spadły jej z nosa. W pośpiechu podniosła je z podłogi. Nie uratował ich nawet dywan. Jedno szkiełko pękło, tworząc brzydką pajęczynkę na powierzchni.

— O jejku, jejku!

— Co tym razem? — W głosie [Reader] dało się słyszeć zmęczenie. Głowa rodziny Phantomhive nie wątpił, że przerabiała to już setki razy, podobnie jak on przed pojawieniem się Sebastiana. — Ogród? — Otrzymała kręcenie głową. — Salon? — Ponownie ta sama odpowiedź. — A więc kuchnia... — stwierdziła. Nie musiała się przyglądać współpracownicy, by wiedzieć, że trafiła. — Bardzo przyjemnie się grało... — Już miała wstawać, gdy powstrzymał ją gest dłoni młodego panicza.

— Jeszcze nie skończyliśmy — oznajmił Ciel.

— A-a-ale... kuchnia! — wydukała Mei-Lin.

— Znajdź Sebastiana. On się tym zajmie. — Hrabia przesunął swoją wieżę, dając tym samym do zrozumienia, że rozmowę uważa za zakończoną.

— Ale nie wiem, gdzie on jest — zajęczała bezradnie pokojówka.

Phantomhive wziął głęboki wdech. Czasem naprawdę zastanawiał się, po co trzyma tu tych wszystkich ludzi. Może powinien zatrudnić kogoś nowego? Wypuścił powoli powietrze przez nos.

— Pracowałaś z nim dzisiaj w salonie, więc zacznij od salonu. A jeśli tam go nie będzie, to szukaj dalej, aż go znajdziesz. Czy wyraziłem się jasno?

— T-t-tak jest! — Kobieta wybiegła, potykając się.

Może głupio robił. W końcu paliła się kuchnia. Potrząsnął lekko głową. W rezydencji wszystko paliło się co najmniej raz w tygodniu, więc to właściwie było bez znaczenia. Poza tym od czego miał swojego piekielnie dobrego lokaja?

Ciel rozejrzał się po planszy, studiując swoje opcje. Teraz była to w zasadzie czysta formalność, ale i tak oczekiwał na następny ruch. Odpowiedziało mu jednak tylko ciche chrapanie. Uniósł głowę znad czarno-białej planszy. [Reader] opierała głowę o pluszowy zagłówek fotela. Zamknięte oczy oraz miarowo unosząca się klatka piersiowa mogły znaczyć tylko jedno. Zasnęła. Jakim cudem sen zmorzył ją tak szybko? Nie miał pojęcia. Musiała być naprawdę zmęczona. Przez ostatni tydzień nocami pomagała mu przy dokumentach. Nie sądził jednak, że aż tak da jej się to we znaki.

Już prawie ją zbudził, ostatecznie jednak powstrzymał się. Odgarnął kosmyk włosów, który wydostał się z jej upięcia, po czym sięgnął po koc leżący na oparciu i przykrył nim dziewczynę.

— Może naprawdę za bardzo cię lubię...

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