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pillow-anime-talk · 9 months

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his talented baby. {pt.2}

synopsis: You as a person with a huge (and hidden) talent, and also a person who really surprises your boyfriend.

# tags: scenarios; current relationships; romance; some comedy; big fluff; some PDA; sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. sebastian michaelis & undertaker {kuroshitsuji} + josuke higashikata & rohan kishibe {jojo 4}

part one {click}

— SEBASTIAN (ft. chess)

Sebastian was perfect in everything; in cleaning, in cooking, in playing various instruments, in foreign languages, in gardening, even in singing and dancing. There was, however, one thing he couldn’t achieve fully well, and that was the game of chess.

Of course, he defeated others (I mean here; Grell, Agni, Bald or Finny) with ease, but when you offered him a game one day, his so far intact worldview changed dramatically. Eventually he found someone better than himself, but at the same time he felt so damn frustrated that he couldn’t win against your person. You were better than him, than Ciel, and even better than Mr. Tanaka, who was almost equal to him and the young lord.

“... Your move, Sebastian.” You announced by moving the bishop to the field of your choice, taking his black rook at the same time. “Are you going to give up, my love?” You smiled gently as you took a sip of delicious English tea with the perfect amount of sugar. The man looked at you in response, frowning and looking at the chess alignment after a short while.

“No. Everything is fine, I just need to think for a moment.” He said calmly, though his face expression seemed to hide the urge to swear. “I am impressed with how quickly you made such a confusing setup, darling.”

“Well, well. My grandpa taught me to play. As the saying goes, the student has surpassed the master.” You chuckled as you put your chin on your right hand while looking at the fingers of your man surrounded by white gloves, who decided to move the king to space F5. “Maybe someday you will surpass me, who knows?”

Sebastian stared at you out of the corner of his eye, nodding in delicate, almost invisible amusement.

“Maybe someday, dear. For now, I will give you the honorable title of the best chess player.”

— UNDERTAKER (ft. drawing)

Drawing has been your passion since you remember and you loved to paint literally everything; still life, nature, huge landscapes, other people, animals, and even things that didn’t make much sense (Picasso was one of your biggest inspirations when it came to cubism). In addition, in your bag you always carried your favorite blue sketchbook in which you drew tiny thoughts or things you noticed while walking, working or drinking coffee in a cafe.

That day, however, you were sitting quietly on one of the chairs in the funeral parlor, and the Undertaker was also sitting nearby – he was writing names with concentration, calculating in his mind the number of deaths in the last month and year.

His calm face was really handsome from your perspective; the faint light of the lantern caressed his pale complexion, and his green eyes full of mischief stood out behind his fair hair. Every now and then you glanced at the tall man, then your eyes focused again on the small notebook whose pages were blank. I mean, they were not all empty; some of them had sketches of dogs on them, others sketches of flowers, and others featured the figure of a tall Grim Reaper.

When you finished your illustration, you smiled and nodded, satisfied with your work. A beautiful play of light, self-confident pencil strokes and small additions in the form of ivy and rosemary beautifully composed the whole black-grey picture of Adrian.

“Excause me, darling...?” You whispered hesitantly, not wanting to interrupt his work. Nevertheless, the man quickly looked in your direction and a wide smile appeared on his face.

“Yes, my little flower.” He asked, instantly standing up and forgetting about the paperwork – you were definitely more interesting than the dead, after all. You showed him your drawing with a slight blush on your face and he opened his mouth in slight shock. “It’s me?” You nodded, and the Grim Reaper just chuckled. “Am I really THAT handsome?” He joked and you just rolled your both eyes. A short time later, Undertaker praised your talent, asking if you’d like to hang some of your sketches on the board next to the entrance.

— JOSUKE (ft. playing drums)

More than five years ago, you and your three friends started a music band. Since then, you’ve been focused on making your dreams come true, on small concerts played in the Morioh, on school performances, also on learning notes and practicing singing. You were the drummer and leader of ‘CR△WL’; your vast musical knowledge, willingness to develop your passion and daily rehearsals aroused great admiration from the rest of the band and from people who watched your slowly growing career. Of course, Josuke was no exception, on the contrary – he considered himself your biggest and most faithful fan, who with the greatest pleasure went on dates with you to music shops or bookstores with records of old bands.

The young man was delighted every time you played the instrument – just like years ago in your garage when you first played ‘Paranoid’ by Black Sabbath for him. He was smitten and would come over to your house to listen to your covers or help you make a video for your YouTube channel (you were pretty popular for tutorials, trivia, and drum videos).

“...Y/N, Y/N. Would you be able to play this song?”

That day, Josuke visited your house once again. Your mom made you two some snacks, and you grinned as you practiced another song for an upcoming concert at one of the smaller festivals this summer. Your boyfriend seemed to be excited like never before, so you asked what is the title of mentioned song. Hearing the familiar words, you just smiled, nodding your head in response.

Instantly, your both hands and right foot began to beat the drums, which making the dark-haired teenager’s face look very surprised.

“Y/N... You really know every song on this planet!”

— ROHAN (ft. rapping)

Karaoke, bowls full of ice cream and fruit, carbonated drinks, hot snacks and great company were what you’ve been missing for the last few weeks. Focused on studies and work, you didn’t have time to rest properly; but you finally met with your closest friends and you also took Rohan with you.

You had a great time gossip with besties who talked about changes in their lives and new achievements, for example, at work. You were telling about your experiences as well with a huge smile, while Rohan was sitting right next to you, talking to some people from time to time. He wasn’t interested in large gatherings, but he couldn’t say ‘No’ to you either because you were too sweet that evening.

Suddenly, one of Cardi B’s songs was played in the background and you almost squealed.

“Ooooh, I see that someone want to sing, huh?” The blonde haired girl asked, and you just laughed, thanking her for the black microphone.

Rohan almost spit at his new shirt as soon as you started rapping the verses without any problems, without even looking at the screen where the lyrics were displayed. You had a great time dancing a bit in the middle of the small room. You looked at your partner with a smirk, sometimes sending a kiss or wink in his direction. You were literally in your world; you showing your energy and love for music so perfectly.

Rohan was really surprised.

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natsuki208 · 24 days

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Ciel: Sebastian, can you put my shoes on?

Sebastian: I cannot, milord. They will not fit me.

Ciel: ….. 😒

Ciel: The cemetery seems overcrowded today.

Sebastian: Indeed. People must be dying to get in.

Ciel: …. 😠

Ciel: Sebastian! Put the cat out immediately! (beginning to sneeze)

Sebastian: Really? I didn’t know it was on fire.

Ciel: *Achoo!* WILL YOU STOP THAT?!

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #ciel phantomhive #sebastian michaelis #dadbastian #dadbastian au #scenarios #dad jokes #rip ciel #he died from cringing at his dad’s awful attempt at jokes

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icantdothistodaybruh · 12 days

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Heyy!

I've been thinking about the 'Sebastian making hyper-realistic confectioneries' again, so I wanted to share the scenario with you that I've just been typing out:

"Well, Young Master, tell me:" Sebastian leaned in with a smug smile upon his lips "is the item upon the table real, or an edible immitation?"

Ciel's eyes narrowed in concentration, regarding the object on the platter in front of him, before widening in realisation of the devil's wording; if there was one thing he had learned over their years together, it was that one should not listen to the meaning of the words that his butler spoke, but rather of the ones he didn't.

He lifted his head to meet with the man's proud gaze. "On the table, you say? Not on the plate?"

The demon's expression changed almost interceptibly, and Ciel knew that he was on the right track.

"It's not the item on the plate that's made of sugar. It's the plate itself." The Earl announced.

Sebastian snickered and politely lowered his head, eyes closed as he replied. "Well, my lord, very perceptible of you to notice my careful phrasing."

A self-satisfied smile stretched across Ciel's face, wiped away near immediately with the look in his butler's eyes when he once again opened them to meet him.

"However, I'm afraid you have still missed your mark."

Sebastian straightened, hovering the knife not above the confectioner's cookbook, nor the platter upon which it sat, but rather his own hand rested neatly upon the edge of the table, cutting deep into the glove to reveal it as nothing more than a clever construction of sponge and icing. Ciel stared dumbly in shock as the butler licked at the rich berry jam that smeared the blade in place of blood, the demon’s eyes half-lidded, watching him back intently as he did so.

"Do try harder next time, sir."

I love it, It's canon, I was there when it happened actually

#absolutely in love #thank you so much for sharing this with me #writers amaze me all the time #and now I cant stop thinking about a scenario with a skip to modern times where sebastian is absolutely devastated about cake is a lie tren #“What do you mean it's popular now? i did that 150 years ago and you told me to 'stop playing with your master's food'!”#“but now that it's a trend nobody even know I was the one to do it first!!”#sebaciel #kuroshitsuji #black butler #ciel phantomhive #sebastian michaelis #ask

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grelleswife · 11 months

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THE CAT RANKED 3RD PLACE SEBASTIAN MUST BE SO PROUD LMFAO

Sebastian, upon learning that She placed third in both the “Most Beloved” and “Most Adored” categories of the @blackbutlercharacterpoll2023 :

*sniffles* “M-my lady…your beauty, kindness, charm and grace have captivated the hearts of those ‘Tumblrinas’ just as they enthralled mine…they, too, see how endearing your every gesture and mannerism is. If only they had the wisdom to rank you first, where you rightfully belong! But you shall always place first in my estimation.” *sobs*

Her, who doesn’t even know what a poll is: Miaou?

(Seb goes on to prepare Her a celebratory dinner of fresh tuna, accompanied by a delicious bowl of milk, buys Her dozens of new kitty toys, and makes a pretty white ribbon collar—complete with a silk replica of one of the Phantomhive roses—for his third-place queen).

#kuro asks #kuroshitsuji #fandom polls #her #sebastian’s lady #sebastian michaelis #official art #in the actual text of this sketch he’s emotionally congratulating her on giving birth to a litter of kittens #but you know he’d be just as sappy in this fanon scenario

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suvidrache · 8 months

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Sensory Issues

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 378 | Read it on AO3

Featuring: Sebastian and Claude

Sebastian

The noise was far too much. The noise is too loud. You hated it. You wanted any way to stop the sounds. You pressed your hands to your head as you tried your damn hardest to block the noises out. You felt as if you could still hear them despite your attempts. Sebastian wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer to him. His hand moved yours away and instead placed his. It was quiet for a moment. There was absolutely nothing. Your eyes were still sealed shut. You refused to open them until the sounds had stopped. Then you heard it. A thumping sound. You went to move your head, but you were held in place. Sebastian's arm around you and his hand pressed against your ear, holding you firmly against his chest. His heartbeat was the only thing you could hear. He wasn't going to let you go until you were alright again.

Claude

The sounds. You hated the sounds. They were far too loud. Far too annoying. It felt as if your head was going to split. Your head pounded as the sounds only grew louder. You pressed your hands to your ears. You wanted to run away, but you closed your eyes in an attempt to block out the sounds. You wanted to be far away from here, but you weren't sure where Claude had vanished to. He knew well enough that you hated certain sounds. Certain noises, and he was quick to put an end to the noises that bothered you. However, he had vanished. He knew that he shouldn't have left you. When he heard the sound that bothered you the most. He was quick to rush to your side. It didn't matter who or how many people were in between you and him. He'd quickly push them to the ground so he could be by your side, or he'd teleport or whatever he felt like doing in the moment. His arms were around you. You were trembling. He gave you a small squeeze in a hug before he moved your hand and quickly replaced it with his. He would apologize for his disappearance later. He'd also deal with whoever or whatever had caused the noises at a later time.

#claude faustus headcanons #sebastian michaelis x reader #sebastian headcanons #sebastian x reader #claude x reader #claude faustus imagine #black butler claude #black butler sebastian #sebastian michaelis #claude faustus #black butler scenarios #black butler #black butler x you #black butler x reader #black butler x y/n #black butler headcanons #black butler imagines #kuroshitsuji

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blue-sterling0357 · 1 year

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Hello! Can I request Black Butler (Modern AU) with Claude's S/O and Alois attempting to bake a pie by themselves because they wanted to have a tea party but Claude was not at home/busy or smth 😳

Claude's S/O bakes a cake for him with Alois (somehow)

As the clock on the wall continues to ticking, pissing the hell out of you, you laid back on the bed you head hanging off the edge of the bed staring at the door, waiting for your husband to get home. As you continues to stare and zone out, you were absolutely interruped by Alois, the child who lived with you both.

"Hey Y/N!! Do you want to make a cake?????" Alois asked all excited while pulling your shoulder back up to make you sit up on your bed. As you look at the boy mindly asking why he wants to do such work, upon seeing your face he replies with "I want to have a tea party and since Claude isn't here, we both can spend time together!!!"

As you soundlessly agreed as it would be better than doing nothing and staying in your bed the whole day anyways and you can brush up your baking and etiquette skills as well, while also teaching Alois something so he doesn't burn his down in the future. Upon reaching the kitchen, you opened a cupboard while telling Alois to get you both somethings so he walked out of the kitchen to get it for you you smirked before turning back and shifting a few containers revealing a book hidden behind them. You told Alois to go out on purpose, so he wouldn't see where Claude kept his secret dessert cookbook.

He quickly got back and you both started wearing your aprons, and got out the ingredients needed for the specific type of cake, flour, eggs, baking soda, salt, butter, oil, sugar, milk and what not.As you began sifting the flour, Alois was asked to mix the butter with salt and sugar, as your back was turned you didn't notice Alois's hand going where they were not supposed to, until it was too late and you felt a light 'spoof' against your back, did you turn around to see a cloud of smoke of flour and Alois trying to stifle his laugh as he pretended to do his work though already knowing you knew he did that.

As you tried to brush the flour out of the apron and your shirt and at the edges of your hair, you slowly creeped up next to him, before tackling him in a tight hug and tickling his sides, refusing to leave him. Soon your giggles and Alois's loud laughs rang through the house as you both chased around with each other and fighting with pillows, trying to hit the other, but stopping in the middle for a few minutes to try and complete your cake, before Alois again picked up his pillow and smacked the back of your head without commencing another round of pillow fighting. Sooner or later, you both finally put the cake in the oven, as you now closed the door to the oven and started the timer, before extending you hand towards Alois, beckoning him to give you a high-five, which is happily did so as you both now giggled and turned around again pick-up the pillows before running off and again playing.

Upon the timer going off, you both immediately ran back into the kitchen before opening the oven. As you pulled open the oven handle, the smell wafted through the places, but as you moved your hand closer you felt the heat radiating off the metal and the cake, making you both realize it's gonna take a lot of time for it cool down and you both were kinda too lazy to wear the gloves and take out the cake of the oven and so you both were staring you hit Alois hard on the back on his head and began running and you both again started to cause chaos in the manor.

As Claude walked towards the entrance of the manor, he saw the door was open and as he pushed the door slightly using his black gloves, he stared the at the scene of manor, with things, mostly pillows scattering across the floor. As he slowly rubbed his head and took off his glasses before wiping them on the cloth inside of his suit's jacket before rubbing his nose bridge and putting them back on, annoyed as he walked in the kitchen, he saw the oven all open, though off with a cake still in oven...

As he slowly went closer, the heat he was expecting to be radiating from the oven, wasn't high as he slowly took a pair of mittens from the hooks behind the kitchen door and pulled the cake out, before setting it on the counter and taking off the gloves and sighing loudly before resting himself on the kitchen counter near the cake...

As he walked to the living room to see you and Alois snuggling on a pile of pillows, blankets and mattresses....He realised it was going to be a long day of cleaning...

#claude x reader #claude faustus #black butler #black butler headcanons #kuroshitsuji #black butler anime #kuroshitsuji claude #kuroshitsuji fanfiction #claude faustus x reader #black butler claude #black butler scenarios #black butler fanfiction #black butler alois #black butler demon #black butler x reader #black butler x female reader #black butler x you #black butler reblog

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bokunosoul · 9 months

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Hiiii ur head canons are literally so good could u make an actual story for the undertaker one from ur “Black Butler men as cliché love tropes pt. 2” post?? It’s too good😏

Once upon a Victorian love story

AN : Oh god this request was like 2 years ago, im so sorry i had a writers block and an unmotivated self ): So i hope this long one shot will be acceptable.

Warnings : This was before undertaker becomes a funeral director, typo errors, reader is sent bac kin the 1800s, angst, past lovers au, abuse, messed up shit in the era, death, im using "adrian crevan" as undertaker's name for this au but it's not official yet (only a theory)

I was sitting the the bus for what seems like eternity now. It was the day of the most awaited college fieldtrip for your history major, everyone is exempted in the finals. Except you need to join this trip and write a thousand words essay to pass.

“Hey y/n!” i turn my head to my friend Samantha who is my seatmate for this trip. "Just in time!" she was panting heavily and i sighed. She was always like this, a last minute go'er kinda girl.

A minute later the professor started doing a roll call for each students---everyone was present. After that the bus started hitting the road, i turn to the bus window and just grabbed my airpods on and listened to some music to pass time whilst watching the view.

Two hours later, we arrived at the outskirts of London. The road was getting narrow and narrow as it reaches the misty forest. Crows flock and squawked around the huge gate of the museum which gave off an mysterious aura at the place. Intriguing.

The huge rusty gate opens automatically and your classmates started filming the place as the bus enters the museum. It has amazing landscape and a castle-like exterior that was well maintained. It was amazing on how it was preserved for 150+ years.

"Ah, Mr. Brown! welcome! welcome!" an elderly man wearing a butler's outfit greets our professor. They seemed to be well acquainted with each other as they hugged each other.

Samantha drags me away in front of the students gathering which a tour guide was calling the attention of all the students. "Welcome to the Phantomhive museum students of the University of England! I am Oliver Smith your official tour guide for this trip." he says and continues making a speech on how about this museum is actually a manor back in the victorian era, where a earl used to live in.

The tour guide leads the steps to the museum and the huge oak doors were already opened, inside it was a floor filled with black and white marbled floor, Greek columns, ceiling decked with lighted chandeliers that made you look in awe, paintings hanged up on the wall on top of the dark oak grand staircase.

You followed the guide upstairs again, which led to a dimly lit hallway which the only light source is the windows. I took out my camera and took photos of several victorian artifacts to document and write about.

After that, the tour guide let us roam around the manor but gave off an warning on prohibited activities such as trespassing the locked rooms, touching the objects and a bunch of other stuff. I walked away and looked around which i ended up suddenly seperated from my friend.

Being bored, you decided to just wander around the museum. You suddenly felt a familiar presence, you stopped and look directly at the gigantic painting encased in gold on top of a fire place. There was a man whom dressed in black holding a scythe of death with a peculiar look of smile on his face and a woman on his side who seems to be in a casket laying beautiful in white.

You found yourself looking the the masterpiece intensely "She is beautiful as always even in her last breath." i turn to look at beside me, it was a man with ominous black hair, maybe a bit older than you and was wearing a butler outfit radiating an peculiar aura. Maybe he's another tour guide? i said to myself

I just stood there frozen feeling a wav of familiarity and longing whilst looking at the painting "Adrian Crevan, he used to be the lord Phantomhive's informant. Well, we prefer calling him 'Undertaker' because that was he's known for. Handling corpses and being a funeral director." the man chuckled, and he turns to look at you and smile.

I just stood there frozen, my mind started go hazy and a sharp pain came crashing in your head and unknown memories started coming back from the past.

It all turned black. That's what i remembered.

Somewhere in the 1800s. --------

"Lady y/n, it's time." my maid Laura says behind me. I sighed and turned around to see her holding a whale bone corset. I raised my arms and let her put on the garment which makes

It was my mother's funeral and i have no energy on whatsoever to dress up and even think right. You did not even need this corset anymore because you don't have the appetite to eat. After finishing on putting on the mourning dress and veil i went outside where my carriage was already waiting, with my father inside it.

He was stern looking as always, but behind that façade of his you knew that he was ecstatic. Afterall he lost all the dignity after taking your mother's last name which made him feel emasculated which resulted to him---having affairs, abusive and absent.

My mother was a weak woman, i must admit. She was bound to die before reaching the age of 40 due to her having pneumonia. Despite this, even when she was sick, she was the one guiding you throughout my childhood. When her body can't take it anymore i was getting guidance from my aunt who is my governess.

At just 37 years old before my 18th birthday, yesterday, she passed away peacefully at night. Right here you could not even cry and remain emotionless, all this was not easily to process in just one day. You were in denial.

I just stood there watching my father shed crocodile tears at his speech on how my mother was a loving wife to him and a bunch of other nonsense that happened to them that did not even happened.

Everyone else was crying pathetically. She was born to die, why would anyone be this surprised? An hour later after the mass, your mother's coffin was brought to the cemetery to lay rest beside her late parents grave.

You just watch it get dumped in with the soil and the mourners throwing a white rose as it gets buried. I walked off as i threw the flower on it. My body felt heavy as i feel my tears started swelling in my eyes and i took off running to hide in the cemetery's nearby garden.

I started hysterically crying eventually falling down on my knees whilst clutching a portrait of my late mother. You could only thank the rain and thunder for now as no one can hear your wailing.

"My, my why is a lady doing here crying alone?" a voice mixed with teasing says. I turn around to see a man with long ash hair wearing a long black suit with glasses.

I sniffled and just wailed again and again until no tears started to come out of my eyes and i just sat on the ground numb from all of the pain while the man just stared at you blankly.

You started getting pissed off as he stares at you "What is your problem, why are you staring!?" i growled at him, he laughs and mumbles an explanation that you could not understand and i stood up and stormed away.

He grabs your hand and gives you something out of his pocket which seemed like a chain. I turn to him and opened my palms. My eyes widened at the sight "T-this!...."

"Your mother asked me to give this to you as a keepsake." the man says, his face stoic. Meanwhile i looked at the locket with my late mother's hair on it emotionally and smiled. Your father did not allow you to keep a memory of your mother, hence burning down all of the photographs, paintings, letters and clothes---every memory of your mother's existence.

The man started walking away "S-sir! wait!" i stopped him. He stops and turn around "W-what's your name?" i asked him stuttering. The man smiled "Adrian Crevan, the grim reaper." he says nonchalantly in a silly way that made you chuckle.

"Thank you, Mr. Adrian the grim reaper...?" i jokingly said while wiping my tears and bow at him in respect. He nods before walking away. You secretly hoped that you see each other again.

Two months later you started healing from the passing of your mother and going out more to balls that your invited too.

I stepped out of the carriage and twinkled at the sight of the beautiful mansion in front of me which belonged to the Duke who is part of the royal family. I stood in line of the guests infront of the door who are waiting for their names to be announced.

"Lady y/n of house l/n!" i thanked the man and stepped forward inside the hall wearing my lavish green silk ballgown and curtsied. Every woman stared me with envy, meanwhile men stared at me with lustful eyes.

This was normal since i was not betrothed to anyone at the moment and married men are taking advances with me to take me as their bride or mistress.

I greeted them respectfully but declined them, it was tiring. Honestly.

I found myself surrounded by women flaunting their riches at me. I wish I'd be deaf right now, it's annoying. You slipped away from them and took an glass of champagne from the table and walked towards the empty halls of the mansion just admiring the moonlight outside of the window. I flinched when i suddenly heard an loud thud near the empty grand staircase in the 2nd floor.

I walked towards where i heard the noise. You held your breath as you saw a young woman's body down the stairs, her head has pool of blood forming, and eyes in shock. I held my mouth as i saw the scene. I could not even move, i was frozen from my spot.

A man then appeared from the scene all dressed in black suit, long ash grey hair and glasses holding a scythe. I recognize that man! he was that peculiar guy from your mother's funeral that gave the locket!

He glanced at you but doesn't seem to care and just slashed the dead woman's body. I closed my eyes firmly at the sight. I took a bit of a peek, but instead of seeing a more bloody scenes it was different.

It was like a cinematic record, but not a movie---but someone's memories in their point of view. It continued on forever and ever until it reaches the end of the tape which has the word 'END' on it.

The reaper looks at you curiously "Why aren't you running away my lady?" he asks and folds the cinematic record neatly and put it into his pocket.

I was left speechless, am i going crazy?

"W-what just happened?" I gulped and he rests his scythe on his shoulders "I just reap people souls my lady, im what you called---death." he stated and grabs your waist swiftly and once you opened your eyes you were floating in the sky gracefully.

"Oh god! this is unsafe!" i screeched and held on to him tight not looking down on the ground since you're afraid of heights. A few moments in floating in the air you both landed on the ground.

He chuckled "Humans like you are really interesting, it's been a while Lady y/n~" he commented and kissed my hands, which made me blush. The man smiles at you and you two sat in an empty bench.

"w-WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!" i asked, still in shock and shook the man, he started laughing "You just saw me doing my 'job' and flew!" h e replied.

I hold my head to process on what just happened, maybe i'm just too drunk? I asked him all of my questions on who, what, where, when and why---all of the possible questions. Well that lead to you to getting more interested in each other that birthed to friendship of a human and grim reaper.

Then a relationship a few months later.

You and Adrian are both happy with each other. Every after he finished his job you two would secretly meet up. He would tease you all the time and brought you on top of the big ben at London on a full moon to have a date. The man was also a clingy person who likes to see humorous stuff all the time. Even if he's not a normal person that doesn't stop you both, but this is the day you will finally introduce him formally to your father.

He was ecstatic and positive as you two both enter your manor to greet your father the Lord of house l/n.

"Father, meet my significant other Adrian."

Your father looked at him sternly and was silent, he just sat there and eat his roasted duck.

"F-father did you not he----." he threw the cutlery directly at adrian's face, making him bleed. The grim reaper did not flinched, not feeling any pain as the knife gashed his face leaving a slash "W-What have you've done!" i screamed as i took out my handkerchief and held it on his bleeding face.

"Did i not tell you to not go whoring off with lowly men like your slutty mother! YOU ARE A SHAME TO THE HOUSE OF L/N!" my father raises his voice making you flinch and your eyes swell up with tears.

"Y/n, i'm okay." the man stood up and frowns unamused "I can' t believe a man like you became my future wife's father." he says disappointed and held you close as his face was still bleeding.

"Future wife? are you joking!? Y/n you will get married to Lord Wallace in 5 months! are you crazy!?" father yells "I DO NOT WANT TO MARRY SOMEONE I DONT KNOW AND LOVE FATHER!" i retaliated and walked towards him sobbing.

Adrian stares at you in shock and pulled you away from your father who is forcing you to go inside your room.

"A-adrian...i don't want to marry someone else..." i sobbed in his arms and he clenched his jaw hugging you tightly. It was painful. I don't want this to end.

The last thing you knew was you two hugging on what seems like an eternity, you two both crying. He let's go of your hand and tried to chase after him but failed as your servants stop you chasing after your love.

He just walked away just like that. He just walked away on our relationship. He promised that he will come back after me. Determined. One week. Two weeks. Three weeks. Four weeks. turned into a month. Then five.

I found myself wearing my wedding gown holding a bouquet of white roses whilst emotionlessly walking down the aisle.

He promised that he will love me. He promised that he will marry me when the time comes. He promised that we will run away together. He promised...

It was painful kissing another man. Just get through it, and i imagined that my love was the one i was marrying. But it was harder than i thought. Disgusting. It was disgusting on how this man look at you like a doll full of lust.

'Ten years have passed. I still haven't gotten over my greatest love. I sometimes wonder on what if he came back to me. I'm turning 29 now, i have 2 boys now and a little girl whom i gave birth to just two months ago. Well, life was not easy, my husband was a good for nothing like my father who is a scandalous and greedy man who brought multiple women in our home. I still have hope that we will meet each other again.'

I closed my diary and hid it on my drawer. I hear my daughter, Adie crying in her crib. I quickly took her out from the crib and carried her to stop her from crying.

"Shhh, don't cry.." i kissed her rosy cheeks and laid her to the crib again admiring my precious child.

I sighed and went to get dressed to go to another soiree that my husband was at to accompany him "Lady y/n, your carriage is ready." the maid said behind the door. I grabbed my mink coat and went to the carriage.

It seems that it was raining heavily outside. I hope it's just rain.

"Mama where are you going?" your eldest son Andrew asks "Could we go with you mama?" Allan chimes in, my second eldest. I kissed their cheeks "I will go accompany your father at the soiree, my darlings. Children are not allowed."

They groaned and whined at your reply. You bid them goodbye and entered the carriage. Your husband was already inside and has his eyes glued onto the window, this was normal and doesn't even surprise you anymore.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier as minutes have passed. The carriage has entered the steep road on the way to enter the Druitt estate where the soiree will be held. It suddenly came into a halt when you the carriage stopped and the coachmen screamed in horror. I stared at the window and it was a group of masked bandits.

Wallace, my husband opens the window "Oi! why the fuck did you stop were going to be late!" he scolded the coachmen. Bang! Bang! the bandits shot the coachmen and footman. I held my breath and ducked my head, scared. I look over to Wallace and he was in fear.

The leader of the group comes over at my side "Lord Wallace eh? your wife is a beautiful woman!" he pulled your chin to your chin. I looked over at the man, disgusted while crying.

"H-how dare you kill Mr. Clark and jameson!" i raised my voice looking over at the bloody corpses of our two servants. "TAKE HER! SPARE ME SIR!" my eyes widened as my husband pushes me over at the bandit and took off with one of the carriage horses. I stared at the man in horror "Your husband really is a coward you know?" he chuckled and drags you outside of the carriage in the pouring rain.

BANG! The leader shot your husband through the head with his pistol. His body dropped dead on the mud and the horse he was riding gallops away into the forest.

"W-why? why are you doing this--" you felt a sharp pain in your chest as the man looks at you smirking and twisting the dagger in you. All you can see is blood soaked in your pink dress, the bandit snatches your jewelry in your body as you stared at him emotionless. He took out the dagger out of your chest and pushes you off the wet ground.

This is how will i die huh? What about my children.....my ambitions....my Adrian....i want to see him one last time..

"Y-y/n..." a familiar voice says. My eyes widened at the sight, i struggled to speak up words, i wish i could tell him how much i have missed him dearly, how i long for him.

He still looked the same as ever. Handsome, even with the scar your father left him in your face. I weakly flashed a smile at him as he hold me close in his embrace, sobbing.

"I....i-i....love..you..so...much..."

She speaks up holding his face, i leaned to him close and our lips met. For one last time on what seems like an eternity that you wished that could continue forever. The woman closes her eyes smiling peacefully as the cinematic record started playing.

He hugs her close sobbing under the rain angrily. He hates this. You and him were lovers, you were both forbidden to each other. If only he was a human.

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I opened my eyes slowly "W-what happened?" i asked and turn to my friend, Samantha. She looks concerned at you "Y/n you collapsed at the 2nd floor, Mr. Brown found you and took you to the museum's clinic." Samantha sobbed and held your hand.

"I think im okay now, i want to go rest in the bus." i said and stood up from the bed, your friend nods and guides you to go back to your bus seat outside.

As you were going down the stairs Mr. Brown approaches you "Ah, Miss Y/N are you doing fine now?" he asks, i nodded and thanked him profusely for his help. He smiles devilishly and grabs something out of his pocket and gave it to you.

I looked at my hand. It was a locket, with a picture of you beloved and me.

"Memento mori, remember you must die."

A/N : I might revise this if i had the time, this was so rushed since i was so excited in posting these.

#black butler x reader #black butler #black butler scenario #kuroshitsuji x you #kuroshitsuji x reader #kuroshitsuji #black butler headcanons #undertaker #yana toboso #undertaker x reader #kuroshitsuji x yn

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anewp0tat0 · 1 year

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chapter 195 was short again and while there was content... I waited a month, so to fill my stomach void I just decided to finish up this WIPy doodle that was a pretty spontaneous thing cause thankfully, I've been thinking about them. how could you not, right now.

#i've never painted snake :D or finny? yell at me. anyway here they are im happy #kuroshitsuji #black butler #kuroshitsuji fanart #fanart #kuro spoilers #digital art #snake black butler #finny black butler #and no im not sure about the context here. but ya know that im hoping that snake will chose team o!ciel #so if they have to get defensive due to the angst and struggle they will doubtlessly experience- so be it #i also wanted to give snake teef #please be safe guys best case scenario this doesnt happen #though sadly this may actually be the best case scenario #doodle

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pfpanimes · 2 years

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⌕ kuroshitsuji - sebastian michaelis.

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#sebastian michaelis #sebastian icons #sebastian black butler #kuroshitsuji #anime layouts #kuroshitsuji icons #kuroshitsuji sebastian #sebastian x reader #anime icons #manga icons #manga layouts #twitter layouts #animes layouts #anime packs #sebastian imagines #sebastian scenarios #black butler sebastian #icon #anime moodboard

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kuroshitsuji-scenarios · 6 months

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🦇🕷️🎃👻

Hello, everyone!

I've gathered you all here today to announce that I am, in fact, still alive. Although there was a lot happening during the last years, both in my personal life and on the world, I'm currently trying to find the balance and my place in this whole mess. I also suppose, I'm getting slightly better at that.

With that being said, I plan to be more or less active here, providing occasional content and improving my language skills. Therefore I officially announce that:

Commissions are open (please, check out the rules and fandoms I can write for).

Requests are open (send in your ideas and I'll choose those which I find the most inspiring and interesting—or maybe combine few of them).

Huge thank you for those, who're still there!

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#out of writing #kuroshitsuji scenarios #kuroshitsuji #black butler

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irides-solstice · 2 months

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‿̩͙‿✧ ༺ ♥ ༻ ✧‿̩͙‿

ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴅ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴘɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰɪᴄꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ.

Silence... A rare moment in the Trancy Manor. For once, there were no late-night parties to hosted or serve drinks at, no needy master begging for Claude's attention, but most importantly...

there was you

Quiet, calm, and relaxed you. In Claude's arms no less. Crickets chirping is the only sound in the room as you snooze away. Your peaceful expression emphasised by the moonlight escaping through his bedroom curtains. A lavish room that was barely used. Adorned in creams and golden. The highest quality furniture, yet never used asides from being decoration. Until you came along that is. His eyes glancing all over your figure as you slept next to him peacefully. Placing his folded glasses on the bedside table, peering down at you, he parts his lips in awe. He takes a shaky breath as he admires.

MINE. The only thought that comes to his mind.

Glee shining in his golden eyes as a smirk crawls up on his face. The covers drawn up to your shoulders slightly moving to reveal various bite marks and bruises that unfortunately will be covered by your uniform tomorrow. With the other servants being none the wiser of what happened to you, and if they were aware they likely didn't care. His hand that runs through your hair, a tangled mess.

He leans forward, closing his eyes before pressing a kiss to the bruises all over your shoulders. A more active approach that he'd never do if you had been awake. His tongue darts out to lick the dried up blood on your neck as he groans in pleasure. His eyes flashing magenta for a brief moment. You tasted divine of course. He hadn't expected any less from his chosen mate. He breathes in your scent with a sigh before snaking his arms around you pressing you to his bare chest.

No one asked him to be so affectionate today. But he felt like he had to. A small bat of your eyelashes, and he had caved to your desires. His soft plum lips grazing your skin makes you shuffle a bit, and he pauses. Had he woken you up? No, you were merely settling into his arms once more and he forces himself to let his guard down. His hand stops at the base of your head as he pats the stray hair down. Knowing you liked that, he keeps his hand there. Hiding you away from the world. Pressing you to his chest. His and only his to keep.

He wasn't used to such calmness. It felt strange to be here in his current position. Laying down next to a ...mate? He questions and then chastises himself. 'She was only a plaything,' he mulls over to himself. A wonderful wrong decision. A vulnerability. That's what you were.

And when Sebastian would inevitably arrives to claim back what was his, you'd be the one caught in the crossfire. But I'm sure you won't mind, right? Why else would you stay when he so adamantly pushed you away? Save the excuses... You wanted to stay, and you'll pay a heavy price for it.

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(Honestly not super proud of this. I wrote it late at night, so not proof read. Its not the worst thing ive written lol. Also requests are open, so if you have any feel free to suggest.)

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