#real ciel x reader

[sleepingdeath-light]

mixed race (japanese + native american) fiancé hcs ; 16+

requested by ; anonymous (14/04/23)

fandom(s) ; black butler

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | main characters | main villains | anime only

character(s) ; alois trancy, our!ciel phantomhive, real!ciel phantomhive, sebastian michaelis

outline ; “hey! i hope youre doing well. if/when youreable to, would you mind writing some headcanons for o!ciel, sebastian, r!ciel, and alois (if thats too many, just the first 2 💜) with a gender neutral fiance who is partially both japanese and native american please? thank you very much in advance.”

warning(s) ; references to period typical racism, references to canon-typical violence, generalisations made as to not link the reader to any specific native tribe, author craps on british food in a few places (author is british, it comes from a place of love)

note ; this took ages to look up and research in order to try and not lock the insert into any specific tribe or tribal family for their native side — given how broad and diverse they are. hopefully this came across and wasn’t too disappointing to the requester or anyone else who might have been looking for a very specific type of representation.

Alois Trancy

this man isn’t the most sensitive or understanding in general — so he wouldn’t necessarily ‘get’ or question your religious practises

like if you’re spiritual and perform smudging in the manor then you’re only really going to irritate his demonic staff and prevent them from entering certain rooms for a while

on the other end of the spectrum, smudging is an excellent way of keeping claude and the triplets out of your rooms if you’re annoyed

this would amuse alois for sure — but his interests would be focused exclusively on the aesthetic and story based aspects of your culture

he loves listening to you as you explain the folklores and mythologies of your two heritages — wide eyed and quiet for once as he takes in everything you have to say

he has a particular preference for creatures and deities that explore the gorier aspects of life, and he’ll ask you to retell them often, but he’ll listen to any story you have to tell

and if you participate in cultural crafts like beadwork or shodo or anything along those lines, then he’ll gladly fund your work and might even pay you to make things for his person, his peers or just to display about the estate

he’ll also ensure that you’re never without clothing from your cultures and would prefer you wear it over things from england — be that a selection of richly dyed kimonos for you to wear during galas, or importing regalia from your tribe for you to wear during traditional dances and such if that’s something you partake in

if your tribe partakes in the tradition of getting facial tattoos, then he’ll be incredibly interested in their history and meaning for you

will celebrate and observe holidays that aren’t on the british calendar with you — whether that’s national foundation day, or something that requires travel abroad like a powwow

and in the same vein, he’s not afraid to send his servants after anyone who disrespects you whilst at his manor

Our!Ciel Phantomhive

ciel has a particular interest in the culinary/confectionary side of your dual cultures and would be very invested in trying and recreating the dishes you grew up eating

that, of course, includes sweet things like candies and desserts

(his favourites are dango and saututhig)

but it also applies to meals — especially those associated with specific holidays

so, for example, he would have sebastian recreate the seasonal flavours of namagashi if you opt to take part in any tea ceremonies

or he might recreate some festival foods like okonomiyaki or yakitori when it’s the right season

or if you’re craving something from a powwow, he’ll ensure you have access to things like corn soup, fry bread and so on

he never wants you to be without the comfort foods you grew up with, nor the things you crave

so he has the staff modify the manor’s menu and meal rotation to incorporate more foods from japan and from your tribe

(which is a relief as british food isn’t the most flavourful in the world)

he also insists on trying to learn whichever language (or languages) you’re comfortable with so he’s able to connect and understand more of his future spouse’s culture and world views

he struggles immensely with japanese, specifically with forming his kanji for some reason, but his pronunciation is pretty spot on

but he manages to pick up the language of your tribe pretty quickly

so he’d probably prefer to speak to you using that tongue if he wished to mention something privately

he’s also keenly aware of the history of conflicts faced by native americans — as well as the bigotry faced by immigrants in the uk

he did his fair share of studying at the beginning of your relationship and, well, he has eyes and the situational awareness to recognise how you were being treated

this makes him incredibly protective of you — he trusts you to take care of yourself (you are engaged to the queen’s watchdog, after all), but that doesn’t mean that he expects you to put up with outright horrific treatment by his peers or his people

in other words: sebastian and the rest of the phantomhive staff get some free target practise courtesy of people that insult the lord of the house’s fiancé

Real!Ciel Phantomhive

this man is the sort to spoil his partner however he can at every opportunity — and you are far from the exception

any food that you’re craving, he’ll have the ingredients imported and will hire a specialty chef (or train one) to make it for you

any clothing you desire, he’ll have hand made and imported

if you miss your family or wish to go home to celebrate a holiday, he’ll arrange a trip to the americas or to japan and send you there with supplies and gifts to spare

he’ll usually try to go with you, but there are times where his schedule just doesn’t allow it so you’ll be travelling alone (with dozens of personal attendants)

he’ll study every language you speak independently, learning them whilst you’re away in order to surprise you when you get home

he’ll decorate the manor with pieces of art that represent both of the cultures you come from — or pieces that were made by yourself/your relatives

if there are any local sports or games that you enjoy, he’ll arrange for them to happen at the estate

he’s an excellent partner in that regard

but he puts his business and reputation above a lot of the things he should be doing for you

like yes he’ll spoil and indulge and learn for you

but if one of his most important investors says something offensive then he won’t do anything to stop it

at most he’ll encourage them to keep that talk to his office, but usually he’ll just laugh along and encourage you to grin and bear it

he wants to defend you, really, but he can’t risk plummeting his business because of it

he doesn’t have the means to get rid of someone without it looking suspect — which would tank his reputation and out both of you at risk

if he can punish someone for being cruel, he will — like a staff member of his or someone on the streets

but most of the time he really can’t — so the most he can do is try to keep you away from it all

as his father taught him, his duties to his country and his business come first — only then can he be a husband and lover

Sebastian Michaelis

he spends most of his time with you switching between japanese and the language of your tribe — mainly because he doesn’t like the idea of anyone (or anything) listening in on your combinations and seeing him in such a vulnerable state

he has an incredibly low tolerance for any mistreatment of you (actual or perceived) and, unless instructed otherwise by his master, will just eliminate them immediately after their transgression

a lot of the time you don’t even realise what happened — only that someone is now missing

but you’re usually able to put the pieces together

if you have an argument, he’s usually able to gather how mad you are based on how many rooms have been cleansed and he’s no longer able to enter

the worst argument you had, to date, ended with you cleansing the entire manor and locking him to the outside and the basement for a whole week

(ciel found it hilarious)

if you’re ever feeling homesick, it’s a cakewalk for sebastian to get you back to your family — you can be there one day and back in england the next

but good luck explaining to either side of your family that you’re courting a demon

if you’re artsy and like creating things to honour your heritage then he’ll indulge you, fetching you the necessary materials and displaying the final result proudly

he has met both sides of your family and has scared the crap out of a few relatives when they accidentally almost cleansed him out of a room

(not a fun conversation to have)

he’s an excellent cook (naturally) and is more than happy to indulge any cravings you have for foods that aren’t a commonly sold thing in england

of course he’ll encourage you to eat full, hearty meals because he wants you to be as taken care of as possible, but he can’t say no to his mate and will usually give in if you’re particularly desperate for sweet things or street foods

he gives you a number of nicknames based on new or traditional pet names from your cultures

for example, some japanese pet names he might use are ‘ダーリン’ (daarin), ‘ハニー’ (hanii) (these are mainly used in notes sent to each other) — or, when speaking, he might something more traditional like calling you your given name or an a version with the appropriate suffix (depending on your preference)

and, of course, any other pet names depends on the tribe you’re from

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #black butler x reader #black butler headcanons #kuroshitsuji x reader #kuroshitsuji headcanons #sebastian michaelis x reader #our ciel x reader #ciel phantomhive x reader #real ciel x reader #alois trancy x reader

[been-taking-muay-thai-classes]

Because I Love You

This story was inspired by @love-thanatopsis Jamil angst. Go give it a read so you can have the full context (also because it’s really good, like their whole library is sooooo gooooodd) as this is meant as a sequel.

You know Jamil doesn’t love you, not like you love him, maybe not at all. But you don’t need him to love you, you know he’s hurting and angry, so you try to give him your love to help him heal, to know that he is cared for, wanted. 

And you know he doesn’t take it to heart, to him it must be a ploy to make yourself look better. But you don’t care so long as he allows you to tend to his broken heart and tired mind and help him however you can. It’s not perfect and it’s not easy, but slowly you think he’ll feel better, maybe even trust you for real.

Because you love him.

One day you overhear him asking himself why he indulges your crush, he doesn’t understand how you can love him when you barely know him, the true him. You want to laugh, that is just the thing he would think. Because you knew him. He was brilliant, hardworking, cunning, quick witted, overbearing and mistrustful. He couldn’t believe that someone would care about him for him but he also believed he was so much better than other students. It’s funny and sad how much being forced to live in Kalim’s shadow has affected him.

So you come up with a plan. Jamil doesn’t like letting Kalim do things on his own because he doesn’t trust he can handle the responsibility and it’ll end up being more tasks piled on his already busy schedule. Really you think it might be a bit much, it’s putting a lot more responsibilities than necessary on Jamil and forcing Kalim to rely on him for probably the rest of his life. Being this overbearing won’t do either of them any good. So you decide to “kidnap” Kalim to teach him to be more self-reliant. What better gift for Jamil than that? Well, a paid vacation to some foreing country but you lack the funds for that.

Kalim seems happy enough, peeling and chopping fruits to bake a tart for Riddle’s unbirthday party that you invited him to. Meanwhile you guide him closely, ensuring he won’t cut his fingers or burn his hands. But you can’t keep your eyes on him because eventually Grim gets bored and tries to eat some of the ingredients so you have to stop him and Kalim is both trying to focus on his task and laughing at Grim’s antics. 

He cuts his finger.

Just a nick mind you, nothing serious or deadly, but it is noticeable. You panic, thinking of how annoyed Jamil would be if he saw this. You can practically hear him reprimanding you both ‘How could you be so careless to leave Kalim unattended? And you, I told you Kalim not to hold knives!’ Immediately you grab his hand and run it under the faucet to clean it. You tell Kalim to stay there while you retrieve your first aid kit.

It takes less than two minutes to patch him up and soon Kalim is peeling fruits again. You asked him to stop so he won’t hurt himself again but he says his thumb barely stings a little and that he wants to keep cooking with you, so he doesn’t have to burden Jamil with this all the time ‘Besides I know what I did wrong, I should’ve drop the knife when I started laughing but I wanted sooo bad to finish slicing this apple. It won’t happen again though, so don’t worry!’ Seeing his proud smile, you let him continue. Even if this was your plan all along, you still feel a bit guilty seeing him work with the bandaid on his finger. Guess it’s true what they used to tell you “sometimes you must hurt in order to know”.

A few days later, you and Kalim are meeting at the library to study together. Riddle and Azul offered to help you catch up on the history of Twisted Wonderland and you asked Kalim if he wanted to tag along so he could review for his upcoming exams. He agreed happily and now here you were, searching for the Housewarden duo.

Azul signals for you from the back, a stack of books already splayed open on the table and a couple of notebooks filled with neatly organized notes waiting by their sides. You and Kalim sit in front of them and pay close attention to their explanations…well you more than Kalim who gets distracted every once in a while. Still your study is going well, Kalim gets a lot of answers right and you learn a lot of interesting facts about this world. All in all it was a good evening with your newest friends.

Today you are visiting Scarabia at Kalim’s behest. He asked that you help him prepare a surprise for Jamil since he classified for the basketball team’s starting lineup for the upcoming tournament. Naturally you said yes immediately, wanting to give Jamil a nice surprise for finally showing off some of the skills he has honed so much through the years but was never allowed to actually show. 

So here you are, in Scarabia’s kitchen preparing a dinner with all of Jamil’s favorites. Curry for the main course and some kleicha cookies with walnut paste instead of date. Kalim had instructed some of the other students to decorate the lounge and you managed to convince him to ask for something light instead of the usual spectacle he liked to put on banquets, since Jamil himself doesn’t particularly like the more bombastic parties. 

Ace and Floyd had been tasked with keeping Jamil occupied until everything was ready and in exchange, they’d get to partake in the party. A pretty good deal considering Floyd’s mood swings meant he could have just rejected the offer all together.

All in all, everything was coming out pretty well. 

You two were finishing the last dish when Jamil arrived and made his presence known ‘What are you two doing?’ Kalim jumped from the surprise, not expecting him to return so early. You on the other hand were more worried about the tone of his voice, there was something off about it. 

‘Jamil! We didn’t expect you here so soon!’ Kalim responded with a big, bright smile. He clearly saw nothing wrong with his answer since it was the truth but to Jamil it was almost a confession of something terrible.

Truth be told, Jamil had noticed how in the past few weeks you had been spending more time with his charge. At first he didn’t care, it simply meant he had more free time if you two could get your social needs met together instead of separately, two birds one stone and all that. Unfortunately, soon he realized just how much time you two were spending together…without him. 

Now he wasn’t jealous, why would he? He didn’t have actual feelings for you and he certainly didn’t mind having to babysit Kalim less, but he still felt something ugly and hot twisting in his stomach whenever he spotted you giggling carelessly with that idiotic, clumsy, pampered little rich boy. 

Pff, he should have seen this coming, really. Why would you settle for him once he proved unfixable when you could just move on to the friendlier, richer Kalim. It still stung though, even knowing that deep down it was his fault. Maybe he could’ve been more attentive, more careful when spending time with you. But at the same time you claimed you liked the real him, and the real him didn’t feel like putting in a lot of effort in a relationship he entertained mostly out of pity and pride. 

This relationship was bound to fail from the get go. Jamil wanted to be number one, and while it annoyed him having to care for you, he knew he was number one to you, so he kept coming back no matter how tired he was. You on the other hand wanted to fix him, be seen as a kind and caring person for helping the guy who betrayed resident sunshine boy Kalim. And yet…a tiny part of him hated that thought. He wanted to care, really care and he wanted you to care too, despite his venom.

His mood, high from seeing the results of the basketball lineup, hadn’t been shaken in the slightest by Ace and Floyd’s antics, stealing his clothes and forcing him to run around the locker room trying to get them back. But seeing you two so close together, cooking curry like you’ve done this before… Jamil wanted to scream yet felt undeserving. ‘And why would that be? Did you plan something without telling me?’ Really the rational part of his brain told him he was being paranoid. Kalim may be oblivious to a lot of things and he may be careless but he was no traitor, surely this was just a friendly hangout. He saw Kalim’s arm drop a knife (didn’t he tell him not to touch knives?) onto a cutting board full of sliced onions and drape across your shoulders. 

His ire rose. Enough so that he barely heard what Kalim was saying.

‘We’re almost done here Jamil, so why don’t you go ahead to the lounge and wait for us there? I promise you won’t want to miss what we have to show you!’ Was he being cryptic on purpose? Or was he taunting him? No, Kalim lacks the bite to do that… Jamil wants to scream again, what is going on here?! Why won’t you meet his eyes and soothe his fears? Sure, he’s never been the most attentive boyfriend but you promised you didn’t mind that, and besides he still treated you better than those two idiots and a half that always followed you around, so say something! Tell him this is all just a misunderstanding, a prank, anything to calm his racing mind!

‘Actually Kalim, I think it’d be better if he stayed here. Otherwise it may ruin…it’ Surely Jamil was losing his mind. There was no way you were giving Kalim a seductive look…you told him you saw him like a puppy or a little brother, nothing like you saw Jamil… No, he was sure you were giving Kalim a look, you two were hiding something but he couldn’t decipher what and it was driving him crazy.

‘Alright, if you think so. Jamil, please stay here for a moment while I go check on everything. And don’t worry, (Y/N) made sure to prepare your favorites!’ Kalim left the kitchen in a flash, dropping his apron on the table and pushing him closer to his partner.

Finally alone, Jamil opened his mouth- ‘I can’t tell you, it’s a surprise for a reason’ You spoke before he could utter a sound and caught him by surprise. He frowned, thinking of how else to phrase his questions so he could get answers but, once again, you seemed to know what was on his mind ‘Don’t worry Jamil, it’s nothing bad. Just a little something we wanted to make for you. Kalim and I had to convince a bunch of the students to help since they are still unsure on where they stand but in the end I think this will really help your standing in Scarabia, what with all the good times Kalim reminded them of’ 

He took a few steps closer, just enough to be at arm's length from you ‘Since when are you and Kalim so close? I’ve never allowed him to hold a knife and yet here he was, peeling and cutting like it’s a regular occurrence while chatting with you like an old friend’ He hoped the accusation on his voice was imperceptible and maybe to someone else it may be, but to you it was obvious. Now that you heard it closely and saw his reactions to Kalim’s words and movements you understood what was off about his voice earlier. 

Jamil was jealous.

You couldn’t help the smirk that pulled on your lips. Oh this was amazing. Jamil, full of venom and mistrust, afraid that you only liked him as a project instead of as a person, was succumbing to his feelings for you. This was too good to pass up.

‘I’ve been teaching him a few things these past weeks, cooking and cleaning mostly since he wanted to be more independent and I thought it might help you too, not having to do his every chore for him. He’s a fast learner’ You praise the boy earnestly, Kalim really is a good friend, always doing things with a smile, eager to do his best. You can see why everybody in Scarabia is conflicted over who to chose, Kalim is a natural leader, knowing when to defer to others, motivating people to give their all to whatever they have to do, while Jamil was a specialist, doing anything with great skill and showing the others how to do the same, even if they never quite reached his level of expertise. 

‘Hmph, could’ve fooled me with how long it takes him to learn a few incantations’ Jamil’s murmur was loud enough that you heard it and chuckled, there it was, his mean side was oddly charming to you. He stared at you when he heard your chuckle and it made you self conscious. You ordered the utensils in the kitchen to hide your blush but Jamil simply kept staring at you as you moved around the kitchen. 

‘Jamil! We’re ready! Come on out!’ Kalim’s yell wasn’t enough to break the staring but it did give you an excuse to leave the suddenly too-tiny kitchen. He followed you closely.

As soon as you two entered the lounge, a chorus of ‘Surprise!’ greeted you and Jamil’s eyes finally left you to focus on his dorm mates congratulating him. He looked confused for a second so you quickly explained ‘We heard that you classified for the basketball team’s lineup so Kalim and I decided to make you a dinner to congratulate you, seeing how hard you work all the time’ You could tell he was speechless from the way his mouth closed and opened. You wanted so bad to know what was going through his mind right now.

‘Thank you…all of you’ Jamil addressed the rest of the dorm but his eyes returned to you in the end, searching for something. ‘Ace and Floyd helped too, though I’m not sure if their method was all that great seeing how you got here before you were supposed to’ You explain as you signal to his teammates standing near some pillars laughing animatedly. He made a comment about them taking any opportunity to play pranks on him but how he’d get them back before he turned around and grabbed your hand.

You let him drag you to the table, sitting side by side as everybody started eating. Some Scarabia student’s congratulated him as he served himself some curry and one even commented how he would make their dorm proud in the tournament. Jamil smirked, thanking them for their support before eating from his plate. The curry was delicious and he hated that it was because it meant that you and Kalim truly worked well together, but he also loved it because you made it just the way he liked it and so he had to grab another plate. 

When he was done with the curry, he ate some cookies, happily surprised to find that they had no date paste, sure it was the traditional recipe but he couldn’t stand dates after the bug incident. 

At the end of dinner, Jamil excused himself to go take some air, he needed to think.

You had done so much for him these past few weeks, things that proved that you did know him. That he was your number one priority, even if he didn’t give you the attention you deserved. Damn his traitorous heart, beating wildly on his chest at the thought of you doing all of this so he could feel relaxed, appreciated…seen. He is no longer invisible. No longer overwhelmed. Jamil can take a step back and see the stars, the stress slowly leaving his body.

When he hears you approaching, his heart beats faster. He has to admit it, he wasn’t sure what to make of your admission in the kitchen, but the more he thought about it and about how he felt seeing you with Kalim, the more he knew he didn’t want to lose you. 

‘Did you enjoy the party? I told Kalim to not go overboard since I didn’t want to overwhelm you’ You sit beside him on the sand and wait for his reply.

Jamil looks at you silently, debating whether to say what’s on his mind. You look at him with so much adoration he can’t help it, he has to be selfish, for his own sanity. ‘I don’t want you and Kalim to cook together ever again’

‘Huh?!’ Of all the things you expected to hear from him, that was not one. ‘Wh- What do you mean? Why?’

Jamil smirks at you, one hand grabbing you by the chin and the other caging you by the waist ‘Because I love you’ In his kiss, you understood at last. Jamil doesn’t love you like you love him… You love him enough to spend your days lessening his burden, he loves you enough to burden himself for you.

#twisted wonderland #twst mc #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #I wrote this as soon as Ciel gave me permission #it took me like 3 hours (in the am because I have no sens eof responsibility) to finish and I gotta say I'm pretty happy with it #the brainrot is real #could have queued this but I have no self control #hedgehog originals

[signedkoko]

Hi! I’ve absolutely loved all of your headcannons-

I was wondering if I could request a: vox/mammon x reader where when they (the reader) gets frightened they literally jump into vox/mammons arms?

Could the characters be separate? Idk how to request it’s sorta my first time doing it

Mammon | Vox [Romantic]

In which when frightened, you opt to get as close to your significant other as possible.

Both of you are easily frightened people

You are way easier to scare, but still, you really would think Mammon could take a jumpscare

If something ever sneaks up on the two of you, you aren't just jumping into his arms; no, he's sweeping you off your feet and turning tail

Probably makes it worse for you

Because yeah, you, the small demon are scared, but a sin? The prince of greed? Scared? Then it must be really bad

There is no scenario where he would leave you behind; even with a real threat, he opts to run even if he could overtake them

Any risk to your life is too great a risk; he can hire whoever the fuck he wants to handle the people later

Vox has seen it all

Snuff films, brought the knife down on someone himself, terrified hellborns and sinners into his whim

Not scared of anything, maybe something niche, but hes way more likely to hate and be angry at something than to be scared of it

He is the fight to your flight

The first time someone jumps at you two, he already has guards shredding them into a pulp

More surprising is that he has to register that you are literally clinging to him, and hes rushing to support you with his arms so you dont slide down him

He laughs at you

Sorry not sorry! But that is absolutely hilarious to him, he will tease and prod at you over and over until you threaten to let go

Then he shuts up real quick, because no, he likes what this does for his ego

" Tch. Don't worry, angel; we all know you need the big and powerful Vox to protect you. "

Just wait until you find out what hes scared of and he jumps so high that his head slams into the four-metre cieling

Author's Note - A small little smth smth, which was nice to cleanse my palette,,, sorry for the delay and thank you for requesting!!

#koko writez #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #hazbin hotel x reader #helluva boss x reader #reader insert #x reader #mammon #mammon x reader #vox #vox x reader

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

For distant cousin of ceil, what about his cousin having similar figures as him, like having blue hair and eyes.

And the child could look similar to ceil but different hair color because they inheritaned their fathers hair color.

Can you do the phantomhive residentes reactions

Lookalike Son | Yandere Black Butler x Distant Cousin Mother Reader

It's not likely that you’re kid is going to look all that much like Ciel. After all, you are a distant cousin of Ciel’s, the only real connection that ties you down is only on paper. But by the off chance, your little tike happens to look like Ciel it’ll be even harder to break away:

Ciel Phantomhive

He’s more than pleased that this child looks like him

What better way to ensure your connection to him than through them

Making it impossible to argue against legal forums when its quite obvious to some degree that you all are related

It does get on his nerves when people keep mentioning 

It and he might even imagine himself being in the position of the brat your child

“Hmph. At least that child is good for one thing.”

Mey-Rin 

She thinks it's cute 

And in her wandering imagination, she thinks of some scandalous reason for this 

But in the end, she doesn’t mind

It just means your desire to leave is completely off-grounds

“Awww it's like havin’ a cute little version of master, yes they are!”

Bardroy

He would be skeptical about the situation if your kid hadn’t had those features

But nothing Ciel does is wrong anyway so that just proves it

But he does enjoy seeing an almost younger version of his master running around

Makes him think about the future you two could have together

Specifically five of your own running around

“Family’s family so don’t fight.”

Finny

He’s thrilled that there’s a child around anyway

He doesn’t really care about that really

All he’s got to worry about is making sure he’s gentle with you and the baby

It is a baby in his eyes+

He’ll just have to burn all that extra energy by smashing those eager suitors Piles of trash

Otherwise he’s more than happy that you really aren’t leaving 

“Awww come on little bird lets fly!”

#yandere ciel phantomhive #yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere black butler x reader #yandere kuroshitsuji x reader #yandere ciel #yandere finny #yandere barddroy #yandere mey rin #yandere may rin

[writing-fanics]

| happiest I’ve ever been | Sebastian michaelis x f!reader

| summary: love between butler and his mistress and where they are now |

warning: implied smut : child birth :

She giggled quietly, as her lover planted kisses on her neck. Gently, leaving behind love bites in the process. “My…darling..you..tasted..absolutely..exquisite,” Sebastian said between each kiss he planted on her neck. She smiled placing her hand on his bare chest.

He stared down at with a dastardly grin on his lips. His eyes almost seemed to pierce into her soul. “Admiring the view?” She asked, and he smiled leaning down to kiss her on the lips again.

She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, “My darling, sad to say but I must be returning to my duties,” He said, and she looked at him and pursed her lips.

She frowned, he leaned down planting a kiss on her forehead before kissing her on the lips again. “But, I would love to continue this later,” He said, and she smirked at him seductively before kissing him.

“Very well,” she said, she watched as he swiftly got out of bed and got dressed she smiled watching him get dressed. She’d never been this happy in her life since not before that fateful day. Then, Sebastian came along and as time went by she slowly developed feelings for the mysterious butler.

She didn’t know that it was fake, when she say Sebastian’s “dead” body on the ground. She couldn’t stop crying and seeing his dead body to help solve the mystery didn’t help at all. She took it upon herself to take care of the cats, inside the wardrobe.

She was an absolute wreck at the “funeral” but tried to stay strong for Ciel. But when the bell was rung she dropped whatever she was holding and immediately lunged at him as he emerged from the coffin. Sobbing and crying along with the other servants.

She was the one to take care of him once he along with Ciel and Snake, returned from the ship. Seeing that her aunt Angelina thought her how to suture up wounds she helped take care of Sebastian even though it wasn’t her job to do so.

She confessed her feelings to him, as she was bringing him back to health. She wasn’t bothered at all by the difference in their status, she cared for him and loved him and wanted to be by his side.

Sebastian at first found it highly inappropriate especially, with the fact her little brother is his master. As well on his mind the terms of the Faustian Contract, inevitably he’d consume her brothers soul and would presumably return to the demon realm.

He rejected her feelings saying that a butler and a master. Pursing a relationship would be highly inappropriate.

He watched as her smile faltered and she looked down, “V-Very, well I understand it would be inappropriate but that’s the thing I don’t really care.” She frowned, and then left his room so that he could rest.it was awhile before he eventually realized he too had feelings for her and they secretly pursued a relationship.

Our!Ciel quickly found out but was happy to see his older sister so happy for once.

( present )

“Why now?!” She screamed, in pain sweat running down her forehead as she pushed. Of all times for her to being going into labor why now?

When, the Real!Ciel revealed himself along with the Undertaker. And took his place as the rightful earl of Phantomhive. And when, Our!Ciel,Sebastian, Mey-Rin, Bard, Finny, and Snake. Are fugitives on the run.

Cries echoed throughout the room. Sebastian smiled, looking down at his wailing child. “Love, we have a beautiful baby girl.” He said, cradling the infant.

[Y/n] cried tears of joy seeing her newborn baby, her lovers arms. He placed the infant on her chest and she cooed over the baby.

“Lilith Angelina-Rachel Phantomhive,” She whispered, looking at her child. She had jet-black hair and (e/c) eyes and her fathers nose and ears she looked absolutely precious.

Sebastian and [Y/n], looked up hearing the commotion coming from outside the door. “Knock it off!” She heard, Our!Ciel shout at the servant wanting them to be quiet to let the two lovers quietly enjoy the birth of their newborn.

“I think they’ve waited long enough,” She said, gently rubbing her babies back. “Are you sure?” He asked, and she nodded looking at him.

She watched, as he walked towards the door opening. Everyone rushing into the room excitedly seeing the baby on [Y/n]’s chest. “Aw, look at her she’s so cute!” Finny cooed, looking at the baby.

“She looks just like Sebastian yes she does!” Mey-Rin cooed, and the baby slowly opened her eyes and admired the world around her.

“Would you like to hold her?” She asked, looking over at her little brother. He looked at her confused, “Why, would I want to hold your child?” He asked, and she smiled at him.

Eventually, he gave in and gently took the baby into his arms. She cooed and squirmed and he couldn’t help but stare down at his niece in awe. “What’s her name?” He asked, and she looked up at Sebastian and smiled.

“Lilith Angelina-Rachel Phantomhive,” She said, and he stared at her in absolute disbelief and then looked back down at his niece. She could’ve sworn she saw a single tear roll down the side of his cheek.

#sebastian michaelis #sebastian michaelis x y/n #sebastian michaelis x reader #sebastian michaelis x you #black Butler #black butler x reader #kuroshitsuji #x reader #headcanons #fluff #romance #fanfic

[lazyalani]

ciel Phantomhive x reader where hiss/o is comforting after the (big reveal in the manga) and they tell him that it does t change how they feel and that they’ll always be here for him

| Ciel Phantomhive × [GN!Reader]

| You with me

| hurt/comfort, angst, our ciel needs a hug :( so much feels, setting is not specified, focused on the main plot of this request so dont mind any other detail, no specific place nor chapter in the manga, just generally after the reveal on the manor, reader is a midford, our ciels real name is astre here, agressive to comfort

| Summary: In which Ciel's greatest fears have come, but his partner is there, so he'll be fine.

| Kuroshitsuji Masterlist

| Main Masterlist

but when i wake up i see

Your footsteps echoed through the place, hurrying somewhere. Where? You didn't know. Afterall, you didn't know where Ciel-- no, the Earl, was.

Your mind was in a haze. So clouded, so dazed. So full of thoughts. So full of unanswered questions. Your chest was heavy. Your emotions were in a rampage, all agressively mixing and fighting with each other. Anger, because he had lied, sadness, because he had lied, mistrust, because they had lied, relief, because no one was hurt, and love, because even after everything, you still loved that lying piece of shit. But could that love be enough ti make up for all those lies?

You want to scream, shout, yell, and curse at him, at them. How dare they lie to you all of you.

When they had escaped, the confused and steady anger you felt during the reveal bursted out into flames. The nerve to lie and then just leave.

Had everything just been a lie to him them?

Ciel Phantomhive had been arranged as your fiance and Astre Phantomhive was arranged for Lizzy.

You were enraged. How dare this boy fool you, his brother's fiance of all people. You were enraged at yourself. How dare you feel something so tender, so gentle towards your fiance's brother, moreso, towards the person who had lied to you.

You were supposed to be happy knowing your true bethroted is still, right? But when you looked into his eyes, all you felt was chills. You shivered, a cold, almost painful brush crossed through your spine. You didn't see your Ciel. You didn't see the boy you had loved so much when you were kids. You didn't even see a small ounce of sadness, not even anger.

All you saw was a scheming boy.

And when you had seen the yard about to arrest Ciel Astre, all you had felt was fear. No, not fear of him. Fear for him.

you with me

You didn't know what possessed you to take a reckless action after they had fled. Was it answers? Maybe.

When they had fled, everyone stared the real Ciel and turned to you. Lizzy had even called out before you ran out of the manor, determined to follow them. Then you returned to the Midford estate to ask for help from Edward.

He had been reluctant, very hesitant, as he always has been when it comes to his sisters. But he seemed to couldn't have resisted the pathetic look on your face, so desperate. He had promised to cover for you and not tell anyone so long as you remained safe and come back after a day.

"Your happiness may be important to me, but my priority is your safety, sister." He had told you, hugged you, and kissed your forehead before you left. You couldn't deny it made you feel better, a lot calmer. A brother's comfort truly is so different. So warm and calming.

and you say,

Your brother, as an heir, had a bit of control on your family's military forces, although a little, still something, as there are still knights loyal to the heir, his own knights. He had lent you some of his knights to help you find traces of them.

During your search eith the knights on a forest, Lau had found you lurking and had offered to bring you to them. So you sent the reluctant knights back and told them to inform your brother of your status. You know you could trust your brother.

So here you are, speeding through the hallway of somewhere Lau had brought you. You saw someone turning through the corner. Sebastian.

You both stopped infront of each other for a moment.

"Milady, I--" He bowed before you cut him off.

"Get out of my sight."

He bowed again and left. He wasn't even surprised you were here. Had Lau told them already? So that bastard had let you roam and get lost around this place while he informed them? You made a mental note to threaten him later on. It seems like these people forgot your place in the society just because you had been kind and tolerated their actions back then.

You took a swift turn to the corner the butler went through and stopped when you had seen him sitting on a couch.

Elbows resting on his knees and hands on his face, seemingly distressed.

He better be. You couldn't be the only one who is tormented too much by this situation.

He called out your name, knowing you were there after hearing you exclaim at his butler.

"as long as i am here,

"Was it fun?" You started. You could feel your calmed down anger bubbling up again.

He said nothing, still hiding his face.

"Was it fun playing with us? Was it fun playing with me?"

Nothing.

"Oh, so now you can't look at me in the eyes. But when you said those lies, you were even smiling." When you told me you cared for me. You thought bitterly.

"I was stupid. I was fool to believe you truly cared for me. I was a fool to believe you would actually do those things for me. But then again, I trusted you because I thought you were Ciel, didn't I?" Oh, yes, you did know where to hit hard, because he flinched.

Yet, you didn't feel satisfied, instead, you felt guilty. Why?

"Did you have everything planned from the start? Putting yourself in danger for me, did you have a back-up plan incase we both couldn't have been saved? All those gifts, those actions, all those words..... lies." You scoffed, feeling your tears coming.

He started rubbing his forehead. You almost wanted to scoff again, you were the one feeling everything here, why was he the one getting a headache? Did he find you annoying?

"Why? Why did you lie to me? Why did you lie to us? Why did you have to go through all those lies? To manipulate us? To manipulate my feelings? You played with my feelings. You fucking playing with me, Phantomhive!" You stomped infront of him with tears in your eyes, demanding an answer.

You heard him murmur something unclear.

"What?!"

"It wasn't a lie."

no one can hurt you"

"Now you're telling me you didn't lie, do you really think I'm that stupi--"

"What I did for you wasn't a lie!" He suddenly stood up and exclaimed.

You were take aback and stepped back. You frowned. "You--"

He took your wrist and pulled you closer to him. Now he was looking at you in the eye, he was enraged. The audacity to be enraged. You wanted to point it out and tell him to let go when he spoke again.

"The things I did for you weren't lies! You can scream at me for pretending to be my brother, hell, yell at me for taking his place as an earl, but don't fucking tell me the things I did for you were lies!" He exclaimed.

You looked away from his piercing stare. "Then why?" Your voice cracked.

His grip on your wrist softened.

"Why would you pretend to be someone you're not?" It was pathetic. How all of your anger disappeared the moment you heard his words. You were so gullible, so vulnerable against him.

He sat down again, letting go of your wrist.

"Would anyone have cared if I said it was me?" His voice was small.

don't wanna lie here,

It broke your heart.

"Would anyone have paid attention if I told the truth? Would I have gotten enough power to keep the Phantomhive name, the honor, the business, alive? Afterall, I'm just some sickly, weak, twin of the heir." He was clenching his fists so hard, you were afraid he was going to draw blood and hurt himself.

So you took his hand in yours. "I would've." You kneeled infront of him, just holding his hand and staring at his visible eye. "Lizzy would've, brother would've, mother, father, aunt anne. We would have cared, Astre."

And he let his tears fall at the sound of his name on your lips. His grip on his own skin softened.

but you can learn to

"You might think so little of yourself, but there's more to what it seems, Astre. You didn't need to lie to us. We would have cared. We do care." You cried and kissed his knuckles. It was heartbreaking how he could think so little of himself. How he could think so little of what he thinks all of you think about him.

if i could change the way that you see yourself

So you look at him in his eye, hoping he would receive the feelings you were conveying to him.

When every lie was revealed, you were angry, so furious, clouded by everything, confused by everything. So many questions, too many unanswered thoughts. You hated yourself for still wanting him despite your real fiance back, despite the lies, despite everything. You hated yourself for feeling something, everything.

But you were willing to burn for him.

You guess being stubbornly inlove runs in the blood.

He stared at you with the same look he gave you before the reveal, during your times with him, after you broke through his cold facade, and shooked his head.

"It doesn't matter, my brother is back--"

"And what of him? He's not the one I love."

"He's your betrothed."

"But he isn't the one I want!"

"You loved him."

"But he isn't you!"

It made him break. He breathed heavily and rested his head on your shoulders. "Why would you even want me?" His voice broke. "After all these lies, after everything I've done. Why would you want me? How could you want someone like me?"

You took his face on your hands and pressed your forehead to his. "Why wouldn't I want someone like you?"

He shut his eyes tightly, trying to keep in the tears but it only made them fall, even through under his eyepatch, you could see his tears.

You brushed his tears with your thumb. "You protected me, you cared for me, you saved me, you smiled for me, hell you did things you didn't want to for me, you loved me. How could I not feel the same?"

you wouldn't wonder why you hear

"I lied to you."

"And I don't care. Atleast, not anymore. I admit, I was so angry at you. For lying to me, because I thought you only did those things to save your own skin. But you stupid asshole, I'm weak when it comes to you." You cried as he let out a cracked chuckled, now he was the one wiping your tears.

"See? I made you cry again." He said, staring at your face. He called out your name, "you truly don't deserve someone like me. You could have someone better, more stable."

You pressed your lips on his forehead. "But I'm here with you, aren't I?"

He nodded, holding your hands to his face. It was warm, safe. "Yeah, you're here."

He thinks he can do it. No, you're here, so he'll do it.

they don't deserve you

#black butler x reader #request: writing-fanics #kuroshitsuji x reader #ciel phantomhive #ciel phantomhive x reader #black butler x you #kuroshitsuji x you #lazyalani #ciel #our ciel

[kywaslost]

Good day! Could you make a Ciel x reader where the Ciel has a crush on the reader who is Lizzy’s sister (for the sake lest say Lizzy and Ciel ended to engagement) the thing is the reader is the only one in the Midford family to have dark hair (from a grandparent) and she gets very insecure about it, feeling like a black sheep in her family. Lizzy and everyone is very kind to her it’s just she constantly feels left out because she has a very different personality compared to her sister and brother. She feels very out of place during photo’s with her family. And especially during parties when people talk about her either being adopted or the cause of her mother being unfaithful. She just is naturally much more moody, and she doesn’t have as many friends unlike Lizzy because she just brings the mood down.

Sorry if it’s a lot, have a good day!

Odd One Out - Ciel Phantomhive

A/N: I decided to post this one a day early! I only have one class today and have a lot of free time at the moment. So sorry this took so long!

Not gonna lie, I had to do some research for this one. I’m a sucker for genetics, and so I got super excited for this one. Blonde hair is an autosomal recessive trait, meaning both parents have to be blond. Since both Midford parents are blonde, all of their children have to be blonde, that’s how I learned it. But I did some research to see if there’s mutations or something that can cause dark hair in children born from two blondes. I’ll try my best to simplify what I’ve found. 

Melanin is a polymer, and it is most often known as the polymer that gives skin, hair, and eyes its color. By what I can understand, there are two types of melanin: eumelanin and pheomelanin. Lots of eumelanin produces black or brown hair, whereas pheomelanin produces red hair. Blonde hair is produced by very little eumelanin. Melanocortin 1 Receptor (MC1R) is responsible for determining hair color. Mutations in the MC1R gene can cause red or auburn hair. 

For the sake of this fanfic, let’s just say there’s a mutation in the reader’s production of eumelanin cause I can’t find any way for two blonds to produce a dark-haired kiddo. And yes, I know this is a fanfic but listen people my love for science is strong so fiction or not I’m gonna make my details as accurate as possible. Anyway, hope you enjoy, and here are my sources <3

You were the black sheep of the family in every way possible. Literal or not, others found great joy in pointing out every difference between you and your siblings, especially when it comes to your appearance. It’s difficult to explain to others why you bear little resemblance to your family. Sure, you had your mother’s build and your father’s eyes, but that was as far as it went. You didn’t have the same hair color as your parents and siblings.

It’s common knowledge that two blonde parents bear a blonde child, yet you had dark auburn hair. After years and years of torment and rumors of your mother being unfaithful, or that you were adopted, you began researching why you were the way you were. There wasn’t much out there, but you did discover that you had some type of genetic mutation dealing with hair color. That’s why it was so difficult to explain to others why your hair was so different from your family’s, they didn’t have the same extent of knowledge as you did. 

It didn’t help that you were also extremely different personality wise. Your sister Lizzy was very outgoing and extroverted, never hesitating to host parties or to meet new people. Your brother Edward, on the other hand, was very stoic and serious. He didn’t tolerate much of anything, and was very protective over you and your sister. But you weren’t much like your siblings. You often kept to yourself, only spoke when spoken to, and were generally just very independent. Growing up, the only real friends you had were your siblings, and your twin cousins.

Now that you’re older, you are even more independent. You spent less and less time with your family, often opting to stay in your room or going off on your own into the city. Your family constantly tried to get you to go to events with them, such as going to balls, parties, and even things as simple as family outings, but you couldn’t help but feel out of place. People constantly stared at you, and you couldn’t help but notice their hushed whispers as you walked by with your family. 

You were grateful that your family didn’t see you the same way the rest of the world did. Your parents treated you no differently than your sister and brother. If anything, they tried their hardest with you to try and make you feel more comfortable and confident in yourself. Lizzy constantly wanted to be with you, doing your hair and makeup to spend some quality time with you. She took you dress shopping, and tried to cheer you up in that sort of way. 

Because of your discomfort around your family, you often spent a lot of time with your cousin Ciel. His servants never treated you any differently than they did the rest of your family, and the boy’s Estate overall felt like a safe place for you. Ciel was always willing to let you vent to him, whether it be about how people had been treating you or how you were thinking of yourself, he always had advice to offer. 

What he never would confess, however, was his feelings for you. His engagement with Lizzy ended just over a year ago, and it was all because he realized he had feelings for you instead. Watching you change throughout the years broke his heart, how you became more independent and less willing to socialize and go out. 

You were staying a few nights at the manor to spend some time with Ciel. You had been having a particularly hard time, and you thought it best to spend some time with the boy. He greeted you with open arms, and immediately ordered Sebastian to prepare your favorite meal for dinner. You fell into your cousin’s arms, tearing up as he held you tightly. 

“May I ask what brings you here?” CIel asks calmly as he hugs you. He can feel your tears soaking into his shirt and he becomes even more worried. 

You sniffed as you pulled away from Ciel, wiping at your eyes. “I’m sorry, it’s just been a really long week.”

Ciel frowned, gently taking your arm and leading you inside. “Come, tell me about it.” You were led inside the Estate and to the sofa beside the fireplace. Ciel draped a light blanket over your shoulders as he sat beside you. Taking your hand in his, his blue eye met your E/C ones. “What happened?”

You began to cry harder as you recalled the events of the past week. Ciel listened as you told him about the hushed whispers and not-so-hidden stares followed your every move at a ball you attended with your family. Then how you stepped out of your comfort zone to speak to girls your own age at said ball, and how they giggled to each other as they ignored you and walked away.

Ciel wrapped you tightly in a hug, pulling you so your legs are draped over his lap and your face is buried in his shoulder. “Look at this,” you sniffle, reaching for your bag at the end of the couch. Ciel released you from his arms as you dug through your bag, pulling out a photo. You replaced yourself on CIel’s lap, handing him the photo. His warm hands brushed against your own as he took the image.

“This is a lovely photo,” he smiled softly. It was a printed image of the most recent family photo taken three days ago. Your father held your mother’s waist, Edward on his other side and Lizzy standing beside your mom. You were beside your sister. Ciel was right, it was a lovely photo. But the longer he looked at it, he noticed everyone’s bright smiles, and then you. It looked as if you were near tears, barely able to hold your smile long enough to take the photo.

“Honey,” Ciel coos quietly. This was very uncharacteristic of the Earl. He never showed this much empathy and emotion towards someone before.

“I hate this photo,” you cried as you rested your head on his shoulder once again.

“Why?”

“I look so out of place!” You pointed to yourself in the picture. “I hate that I was born this way! Why did I have to have this mutation?”

Ciel set the picture aside, wrapping you in his arms again and running a hand down your back. “I think you’re beautiful,” his voice was soft as he whispered in your ear. “Genetic mutation or not, I love the way you look, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.” CIel continued to hold you until you fell asleep in his arms. As he carried you to your designated room, he whispered to you. 

“I don’t understand why others treat you this way, and I wish they would stop just as much as you do. But I love you, Y/N, and I would give everything to have you in my life. Genetic mutation or not, you are beautiful just the way you are.”

#comfort #x reader #platonic #ciel x reader #ciel fantomhive #black butler ciel #ciel #ciel phantomhive #ciel phantomhive x reader comfort #kuroshitsuji #black butler #black butler fanfiction #black butler x reader #black butler comfort #ciel phantomhive x reader

[robin-the-enby]

Black butler Ciel with a older sister who rather spend more time reading, writing, spend time in her imagination, or her own self interests than run the company. She has her own business of running a successful book series.

Pairing: Ciel Phantomhive x older sister!reader Warnings: mentions of past trauma (not descriptive) A/N: Thank you very much for the ask and, as usual, I'm so sorry for the delay. If you don't mind, I decided to write this as headcanons. Also, the relationship between Ciel and the reader is strictly platonic. I have decided that I will not write romantic Ciel works anymore, because he's a child. And while I did have a crush on him when we were the same age, I have moved on and it would be highly inappropriate, I believe.

I think it's safe to say that you are very important to Ciel. You are his last living relative after all.

It doesn't matter if you're close or not. I don't think Ciel would appear to want to be close to anyone, even a relative. But that isn't really the case.

Now, he's definitely not clingy. He's self-sufficient, maybe a little too much. He definitelly doesn't need to rely on you.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't like to spend time with you. On the contrary. And since you are the quiet type, it makes spending time together much more comfortable for him.

He would be the type of person to do his own thing and let you do your own, just...in the same space. He could be sorting paperwork in his office, but you would be there as well, just a few meters away from him, scribbling down in a notebook on drawing in your sketchbook.

It's comfortable, it's quiet, and it means the world to him. If he looks past the age difference (and that little voice that tells him that maybe your roles should be exchanged), he almost feels normal. And that type of peace is very rare in his life, so he takes any and every chance to spend time with you like this.

It was very strange to him though, mostly at first, when he returned to the mansion. The way you are so different. He couldn't wrap his head around the fact that you have no interest in the family company, or that you rather spend time in your own head than in th real world.

He does get the appeal of that, it's just that he thinks it's...foolish. He is a logical person, who always thinks ahead, to rule out any possibility of others taking advantage of him again. If he submitted to the luxury of running away from the past that still haunts him, he would achieve nothing.

But the more time he spends with you and the more he integrates himself back into the regular world (as regular as it can be for him at least), he sees that you're many things, but not foolish. Yes, you're a dreamer, perhaps a bit naive, but not stupid.

In the end, he prouds himself to be your brother. You have a great imagination and sometimes you help him more than you could imagine. If he has a case to solve, you help give him an outside look into things from a perspective he could never even imagine.

He appreciates your art as well. It would depend on your style and whether or not you were spared the torture he went through to determine how much, but he definitely appreciates it and thinks it's beautiful. If your style is a form of self presentation, translation of your shared traumas and deepest feelings, he might like it just a smidge more.

When you present the idea of publishing your own book, he is definitely on board. He likes to read your stories anyway, he can't see why others wouldn't enjoy it. He would definitely help you find the best publisher and arrange the best deal for you (with a little help from Sebastian, if needed).

When your book becomes a hit in London and the readers as well as critics start asking for a sequel, he feels proud. Proud of himself, for helping you make your dream come true, but mostly proud of you. For not conforming to expectations of others, who would assume you'd take over the Phantomhive company, but instead following your dreams and working hard to make them come true. It is that kind of strength he really admires. But of course, he knows how the world works and so he thinks his help was neccesary (and would continue to be in the future).

In the end, you have sort of a symbiotic relationship. Whenever you need anything for your work, Ciel gets it for you. Art supplies, sketchbooks, he can get you anything and you best believe it'll be in the best quality as well. He also helps you make deals with potential publishers or anyone who is interested in your work, making sure no one tries to scam you and that you get the most benefits from your labour.

In return, he asks for nothing. You already give him everything he needs from you. Your company. He gladly takes on the task of managing the family business, if it means that you can still sit by him in his study, scribbling away, as if nothing in the world had ever gone wrong.

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #black butler headcanons #headcanons #ciel phantomhive #ciel phantomhive headcanons #ciel phantomhive x y/n #ciel phantomhive x reader #black butler ciel #sister reader #older sister reader #fluff #black butler fluff

[jqnehr]

les améthystes du ciel | neuvillette — part 4

two individuals under pressure to marry. one has the hydro archon on his back, and the other has her matchmaking friend pushing her along. when the two meet at a ball, and both in dire need of peace from two meddlesome females, what better arrangement is there than their own betrothal?

pairing : neuvillette x fem!reader warnings : wowow ok BIG angst here, there's some arguing, you're pissed (how do those even count as warnings?), can't think of anything else, this is sfw word count : 5.3k (well. here we are again.) note : WOW ok 4.2 was a REAL roller coaster. like. wow. speechless. anyways one more exam to go, then I'll be right back into writing this again! tysm for waiting so patiently 💕 it means a lot!!

! not proof read

! do not copy, redistribute, translate, or use my work with or without credit in any way. thank you.

part three ⋮ masterlist ⋮ part five

ao3 ⋮ playlist

...

As predicted, Navia wastes no time in barraging you with questions the moment she spots the ring.

You take a seat before her, at the selected table in Hotel Debord, thanking the waiter for the menus and half-forgetting about the very obvious new addition to your hand.

Something Navia, having caught a glimmer of something in her peripheral, immediately recognises over the top of her menu.

“[Name], what is that on your finger?” She lowers the menu and eyes the ring closely—and before you can inform her of what it is, the realisation clicks and Navia gasps in shock.

“Is that an engagement ring?!” You fully expected this reaction, and you calmly close the menu, place it on the table before you, and hold up your right hand. “Correct. Let’s just say your escapades at the ball were…somewhat successful.”

Navia’s baby blue eyes are blown wide, mouth agape, the menu limp in her hands. “N…No way, it worked?! You finally found a husband??”

You give her a small smile, humourless. “Yes, Navia. I have.”

“Who?” She seems oblivious to the heads being turned and disapproving stares being shot your way throughout the restaurant, and you pat her hand to calm her down. “Lower your voice, Navia. And, well…I can’t say just yet.”

Neuvillette hadn’t told you it would be okay to indulge anyone of your engagement to him—in fact, you had forgotten to ask. So, until the meeting with the Hydro Archon and the wedding date set, you feel it’s best to keep quiet at present. “I will tell you once the wedding date has been agreed upon.”

Navia opens her mouth, preparing to protest, before clicking it shut and slumping back into her chair. “I already have a good idea who it is, anyway.” She then narrows her eyes at you, a small smirk lifting the left corner of her mouth. “Besides, you did dance with him.”

You purse your lips subtly, slightly displeased at her perceptiveness (classic Navia) before feigning an insouciant shrug. “Who knows. You’ll just have to wait and see.”

“Well,” she triumphantly huffs, leaning forward, beaming. “To celebrate, how about we order today’s special? It’s lasagna.”

“Mm, that sounds nice,” you hum in agreement, eyes scanning the list of entrés, desserts and drinks. “What will you get for a drink? I’m in the mood for the bourgogne pinot noir.”

“No champagne tonight?” Navia raises an amused brow at you from over the top of her menu. You offer a half-grin in return. She then continues to ponder her choice of beverage. “Hm…I’ll get the classic dandelion wine—and it says here it’s been imported all the way from Mondstadt, and aged fairly well too.”

“Alrighty, then.” You turn to raise your hand to summon the waiter, only to notice the commotion occurring two tables away.

“Garçon!” Bellows a pot-bellied, ruddy-faced man, snapping his fingers and glaring vehemently at the waiter presently scrambling over for their table. “Goodness, I’ve been waiting for ten minutes for you to take our orders! Where is the stellar service I am so used to here?”

“Je suis vraiment désolée, monsieur,” apologises the flushed waiter, seemingly too flustered to reply in the Common Tongue. Your brows furrow in disapproval for the man’s—who’s presumably a noble, considering his hauteur and sheer rudeness towards the server—attitude, particularly offended at his reference to the boy as ‘garçon’. Isn’t it really outdated nowadays to call a waiter that?

“You see, I am the only waiter available for a shift this evening—”

“I’ve no care for who’s working when, boy! Just hurry up and take our order, before we request to see your superior!”

Immediately, he clambers to ready his notepad, carefully avoiding the stares of the other customers around. “Bien sûr, monsieur.”

Lips pursed in distaste, you make a mental note to leave a generous tip for the young man later, displeased at the entitled noble’s actions. 

“Well, that was a small spectacle; who knew nobles still treated servants that way?” Navia shakes her head. “I feel sorry for that kid.”

“As do I,” you agree. You’ve begun to find yourself constantly fiddling with the ring; twisting it around with your thumb, taking it on and off when you have your hands clasped together, the like. The feeling of having such a band on your ring finger—something you’d never have even dreamed of experiencing—is almost  unnervingly strange.

Pouring some ice-cold water from the jug previously provided for you once you’d both sat down, Navia takes a sip and shoots you a devious grin. Here we go. “Now, anything in mind for potential bridesmaids and decorations?”

All of that will likely be up to Lady Furina. Your expression is utterly blank, almost disapproving. “Navia, I got engaged today.” And not intentionally, either. “In fact, only mere hours ago. You are getting a bit too excited.”

“But—this is history in the making, [Name]!” Navia insists, looking at you incredulously, as if to say, how are you so unbothered by all this?? “You’re getting married—and if it’s to who I think it is, then this really will be history!” You shake your head, sighing almost long-sufferingly, twisting your ring around on your finger upon your lap. “I suppose so. But this really isn’t such a big deal, Navia.” Besides, it’s only for one year. However, you keep your lips carefully sealed shut.

Navia finally appears to give up, slumping into one hand upon her cheek and rolling her eyes. “You’re absolutely no fun. I feel awful for the man you’re to marry.”

You lift your brows amusedly. “You wound me, Navia. It’s terribly funny how the person talking about marriage and how unfortunate her friend’s future husband is is unengaged herself.”

“Well—I just haven’t found the right person yet, and I doubt I shall,” Navia huffs. “But you’re going to need a walking stick soon, considering how old you are and how you’ve just gotten betrothed.”

“Walking stick?” Laughter bubbles up, and you let loose a short chuckle, trying your best to look utterly unamused. “Goodness, have you no mercy on such a poor, innocent old lady such as myself? Were you never taught to respect your elders? I guess it’s now up to me to presume the role of grandmother in your life and round up all potential prospects for her dearest granddaughter.”

“Oh, no, please—someone, save me!” Navia dramatically slaps a hand to her forehead and pretends to faint. “I am too young to be chained to a man—grandmother, surely you understand? Oh, please, you mustn’t.”

“Hmm…” you tap your chin in mock-thought, acting as if truly considering it. “Child, surely you understand just how beneficial marrying a rich man is? I’ll be comfortable—I mean, you’ll be comfortable for the rest of your life, dear.” 

“I’d rather dive into a pool full of Primordial Seawater than marry a man, grandmother.” Navia shakes her head and pretends to stifle a sob, delicately wiping at the edges of her eyes. “You’re so cruel. You never have my best interests in mind!”

It’s becoming very hard not to snort in laughter. “Goodness, Navia—you should become a theatre actor, or star in an opera.” You cough into your hand to calm the laughter threatening to burst. “Ahem, I’m sure you’ll be able to take your pick of all those handsome performers up for grabs.”

The rest of the evening is spent in jest and light-hearted laughter from the both of you, allowing you to momentarily forget about the letter you are now awaiting from the Chief Justice.

A letter that will be the final step in setting your fate for the next twelve months in stone.

・・・・

For an entire week, Chief Justice Neuvillette left you gnawing at your fingernails. With every day that passed—from Wednesday night to the next Friday, you received no letter from him. Just sheer radio silence. 

You understand perfectly well just how busy of a man he is. Over the past two weeks, there have been three trials—all ones that made the headlines of the Steambird, ones where there were long downpours subsequent. 

So, to bear with the suspense and try to get your mind off of the stressful engagement, you occupied yourself with your job as a seamstress at Chioriya Boutique in downtown Fontaine, where you’re in charge of sewing on the embellishments upon the tailored garments. You’re nimble with a needle, and although not your ideal career choice in mind, the pay is good, and if you ever leave, the boutique’s name upon your resumé as a reference would be advantageous. 

Quitting your job once you marry Neuvillette would be pure stupidity. Due to your limited options from your young years in the Fleuve Cendre and back-and-forths from Poisson, what education you did have did not open many doors for your future. Reading and writing and basic arithmetic are the boundaries leaving you stranded; your dreams of entering the Akademiya when you were a naïve teen were a mere pipe dream in the face of adulthood and reality. 

That is another thing you are not able to, for the life of you, understand about Neuvillette and why he selected you as his wife in general, if you put aside the whole ball fiasco. He was sure to have done a background check on you, and would’ve seen the life you once led.

A mother running a small but growing illegal conglomerate, often throwing you and your older brother into the dangerous mix of her dirty dealings with shady clients, and an upbringing where there was never enough food in your stomach. 

Your mother was eventually found out for her crimes and was to be sentenced, but she swallowed a cyanide pill before she could stand trial, taking the cowardly route out. This left you, a small twelve-year-old, and a seventeen-year-old elder brother alone, left to fend for yourselves. You had no extended family you knew of to take you in. It was then up to your brother to raise you. 

Forced to mature into an adult as a child, maybe it contributed towards your more cynical outlook upon life, and your initial reluctance to marry. Navia, having grown up and working in the same environment your childhood was based within, is someone you’d been able to relate to upon first meeting, therefore sparking your current strong friendship with her. You did not, however, bargain that being dragged along to balls and pushed into blind dates would be part of the package.

That being said, considering your background and the dark roots from your parents—mother especially—it was quite unfathomable to you that Neuvillette still intends to follow through with the wedding. Most people would shy away from a person of your background, despite not having any illegal dealings yourself. 

You never would’ve expected for the hand life dealt you would dump you into this whole predicament, however.

Presently, you are just adding the finishing touches to one of Chiori’s best pieces yet when a Melusine arrives at the front entrance.

Chiori had previously stepped out of the boutique to receive her order of three crates of materials, leaving you to welcome and see to customers.

Hearing the front door’s bell chime, you stabbed the needle you were just sewing with into the pin cushion, stepping out from behind the curtain and for the counter. Seeing the Melusine, you offer her a small, accommodating smile. “Welcome, Miss. How may I help you?”

“Are you Mademoiselle [Name]?” The little creature instantly gets to the point, outstretching her little arms toward you, an envelope clutched within her paws. “You have a letter addressed to you from Monsieur Neuvillette.” Oh no, here it is, you gulp, before forcing yourself to nod and step forward. “Thank you, Liath.” You quickly sweep your gaze over her name tag, bending down to receive the letter from her. “Tell His Honour that I will write back to him presently.”

“Of course.” Liath nods, before turning to toddle out. “Have a lovely rest of your day, Mademoiselle.”

Waving a goodbye, you watch as the Melusine quickly heads off to her next location before tearing open the letter, noting the seal of the Palais Mermonia, officiating its genuinity. 

Pulling the letter out, you quickly read over the neat handwriting of Chief Justice Neuvillette.

To Mademoiselle [Name],

I hope this letter finds you well. Please forgive me for my sudden silence for the past week; I have been especially busy and have only just found the time within my schedule to write this letter and set the date for the meeting.

I shall keep this short and sweet, as to not take up too much of your time. Four days from now, on Tuesday at 11AM, we shall meet with Lady Furina within her personal parlour at the Palais Mermonia to discuss wedding arrangements. Please dress formally, as she is quite particular about these things, and it is not time to begin your act just yet. It is imperative that you make a good impression on her upon the meeting. 

Again, I sincerely apologise for this entire debacle you have been forced into. No amount of scolding on my part was able to sway our dearest Archon. As you likely have already gathered, she is a hot-headed girl and is not one to acquiesce once her mind is determinedly set upon something.

Please enjoy the rest of your week.

Chief Justice Neuvillette.

With dull resolve, you fold the letter back into its original state and slip it into the envelope, shoulders slumping in defeat. You’d found yourself hoping somewhat that his letter would say this situation has been called off, that you would be free, and soon be required to return the ring to him. However, you are, once again, proven wrong, and your spirits have fallen.

You do not hate Neuvillette. In fact, you’re not sure what you feel about him, exactly. You don’t really have an opinion about him, in all honesty. You know for sure that you respect him, and that he has the looks any woman in every possible region would kill to have as a husband, but you’re merely indifferent. You are glad to see that he appears to feel the same about you, therefore showing no future bumps in the road for the next twelve months. 

That evening, you went out to grocery shop, for possibly the final time. The evening markets in the less-crowded streets of the Court of Fontaine are always more peaceful than the midday stalls and vendors, despite the produce being less fresh. However, you know what to pick, for your eye for such things is sharp, and you click your apartment door shut behind you, keys jingling in your hand as you lock up your residence.

You have never been a people-person, opting to remain on the sidelines as more of a wallflower than a socialite. You’ve never attracted people to you, and have never wished to. Therefore, quieter areas are more your forté, which explains your preference to shop in the evenings and remain within your home on weekends.

You’ve only ever attended a handful of balls and parties. It seems, however—you think with a sigh—that that will change very soon.

Why must Neuvillette appeal to the public for this? You slightly shake your head to yourself, adjusting your basket on your arm. He has never been a communal person. Marriage is no small deal, sure, but why must he rearrange his lifestyle for an immature archon?

The stars are out, barely visible due to the light pollution of the city. Faintly, they twinkle, the night sky clear for once, unlike its usual overcast look that has been frequent over the past week. 

You would like to take a stroll on the beach, as the evening air is sure to be fresh and sweet upon the lungs, but you turn away and set your mind to your present mission before you let yourself wander.

What should I wear on Tuesday? You mull, selecting the roundest, cleanest-of-blemishes bulle fruits you can find, handing over the Mora to the stall clerk before moving onto to the next vendor’s other options of produce. I have almost nothing that isn’t ball wear. And those are only two dresses.

You think about wearing the same dress you had to the meeting with Neuvillette last week, before discarding the thought. No. I’ll have to find something else. Will my wedding dress be tailored for me?

You laugh to yourself silently at the thought of having to use the same boutique you work at for your own wedding dress. Who knew this day would ever come?

The irony of the situation almost makes you laugh aloud, but you keep that for the pillow later, sure the emotion will melt into self-pity and thus turn into tears. Although not much of a crier, you’re feeling pretty lousy, and the sensation does not appear to want to dissipate any time soon.

However, you’re going to take everything as it comes and endure it. 

Besides, it’s only for a year.

・・・・

“Welcome, Mademoiselle,” a female servant curtsies to you, before sweeping a hand in the direction of the hallway behind her, in the opposite direction of where you are used to heading, that is towards Neuvillette’s office. “You’re right on time. The Lady and His Honour are expecting you.”

Before you can answer, she swiftly turns around and begins to lead you down the hall, you following silently, unsurely, behind. 

You managed to find a dress formal enough and befitting of the occasion, after hours of throwing your wardrobe and dresser drawers to bits. However, currently, you are the picture-perfect embodiment of your usual stoic, dignified self; one purposefully curated to intimidate others, and you have no sense of hesitation to use such tactics on the Hydro Archon.

It is not time to begin your act yet, as the Chief Justice had written in the letter that is now ashes in the fireplace. 

Primly, you nod your farewell to the maid as she opens the door, steps aside after announcing your presence, and leaves. She shuts the door after you, and you turn to the two figures seated in two chairs before a lovely coffee table, where all kinds of desserts and delicacies are laden upon the display trays in the middle of the circular tabletop.

There Neuvillette is, eyes upon you as you first address the Hydro Archon.

“My lady, it is of the utmost honour of mine to be invited to this small gathering today.”

You internally note how the Iudex and Archon’s colour palettes of blues and whites almost comically match, something you can tell is common, and unintentional. His imposing, broad-shouldered figure compared to her slim, meeker frame is an amusing sight, especially given her boisterous persona and his placid aura.

“Please, there is no need for the flattery!” You are surprised at how kind Lady Furina sounds; her smile being one bright and a far cry from the view famous in the Opera Epiclese when she watches a trial or play with amusement.

However, there is still something off about her smile. It’s wide and sunny and joyful, but the glint in her eyes is mischievous. Like she has some kind of plan, and it’s all falling into place at her feet very nicely.

You quickly take a seat to Neuvillette’s right, before Furina. Her smile has not faltered in the slightest, and she swiftly places a plate with a slice of a three-layered cake upon it before you. Then, she picks up the teapot and delicately pours the steaming liquid into your empty teacup. 

The entire time, you stare at her, then at the cake, and at the tea, speechless. She plops herself back down upon her own chair, clasping her hands together, sighing triumphantly. “Oh, my, how excited I’ve been for this moment!” You glance uncertainly at Neuvillette, who seems awfully interested in the patternless ceramic of his own teacup. Seeing how he is uninclined to come to your aid about her uncharacteristic behaviour, you purse your lips and bow your head in a display of polite gratitude, lifting your cup to your lips. “Thank you kindly for your hospitality, Lady Furina.” You force the bland liquid down your throat. Ugh, I really can’t stand tea without sugar. However, you do not reach for the small tongs to place two sugar cubes into your tea, opting to place it down upon its saucer with a small clink instead. “Now, I believe there is a reason of the utmost importance we are here for today.”

“Straight to the point! I like it!” She claps her hands, wiggling in her seat like an excited child. You glance at Neuvillette once more, who now is fidgeting with his cake fork at his plate’s side, staring with the utmost absorption at its movements. Annoyed, you look back to Furina, forcing your lips up into a small, but seemingly happy, smile. Furina continues on before you can speak again. “Well, then. You both have kicked up quite the fuss amongst the commoners and the tabloids. I must say, I am absolutely delighted. To think that Chief Justice Neuvillette, the most eligible bachelor in the country and still unmarried, has finally danced with a woman and found supposed romance? Oh, I can just see all the playwrights being written in your memory for generations to come!”

The desserts look divine, but right now, taking a bite would surely make you heave your breakfast up. When will you help me out here, Neuvillette! You have half a mind to kick his shin under the table, foot twitching. Frustration courses throughout your veins, but you keep your expression utterly unreadable, save for the subtle glares you occasionally shoot the Iudex’s way. “That may be a bit of an overstatement,” you force out a chuckle, bringing your teacup to your mouth, feigning a sip, almost unable to stomach the scent. “It’s not something I can see Neuvillette approving.” Shall we put you on the spot and make you talk, Chief Justice?

Neuvillette now decides to clear his throat, intervening. “Ahem, yes, quite right.” Scrutinising his teacup and adjusting his cake fork doesn’t appear to be very fascinating anymore, as he finally straightens and pushes his cup and saucer away from him. He throws a glance in your direction, amethyst hues flickering with incertitude. Ah, he is just as diffident as I. You pick up your own cake fork and stab it into the dessert before you, moving it to your mouth so you’re too occupied to talk, now leaving Neuvillette to shoulder the burden of chatting with (the admittedly insufferable) Lady Furina. “I do not think it is very ethical to have such a fanciful view on this arrangement, dear Furina.” Neuvillette’s tone is stop-and-start, clearly searching frantically for the correct words. “Understand that this ordeal was initially your idea, not willingly followed through with by neither Mademoiselle [Name] here nor I.”

“Oh, please, will you ever give up on that argument, Neuvillette?” Furina groans and slumps in her chair childishly, huffing. “It’s not going to work. I’ve arranged this for your own good—”

“But what about hers?” Neuvillette interjects, voice no longer hesitant, now stern and sharp. “Did you ever take into consideration how the secondary party involved would feel?”

You blink, beginning to feel awkward. Are they…fighting? Something tells you this is not an uncommon occurrence.

Furina seems undeterred by his severe tone and look, for she reciprocates with one on par to his own. “I have both of your best interests in mind, believe you me.” She then shoots a stony look in your direction, as if you’re the one who initiated the squabble. “Becoming your wife would be so beneficial for her, the pros outweigh the cons.” Why are they talking as if I’m not here? “And you’d finally have the lifelong companion you so need. Et voilà, everyone is happy.”

“Not so, Furina.” Neuvillette crosses his arms. “You are forgetting that she is morta—”

“Alright, I’ve heard enough.” You had picked up your teacup previously, trying to find something to occupy yourself with while stuck awkwardly in the middle of an argument that had an uncanny resemblance to a father-daughter quarrel, now clattering it down upon the saucer sharply. You stare coldly at both of them. “Feuding over this is futile. I believe I have the right to say something, and…” you pointedly gaze at the Hydro Archon. “If this displeases either one of you, I am more than inclined to hire a lawyer and take this to court.”

“That would be highly unnecessary.” Neuvillette appears to join forces with you, tight-lipped. He mirrors your frigid stare towards Furina. “This will be resolved here, now, between the three of us and no other.”

Seeing how there would be no getting through or refuting both of your statements, Furina huffed and waved a dismissive hand. “Whatever. Either way, what I say goes. You are both under orders to marry, and that is final.”

You wish you could feel that same reassurance you had when Neuvillette told you her obsession with his married life would die down eventually—at least, by the end of an entire year—however, that feeling is now nonexistent. Now, you are dreading the rest of this meeting, and the rest of the year.

“Lady Furina, may I ask you a question?” Politely, you smooth your features and reduce the heat of your glare, as to make her relax and thus lower her guard, thinking that you now see where she is coming from. And the tactic works, for her tense posture loosens and she nods. “Of course, go ahead.”

“What, exactly, makes you so determined to make Monsieur Neuvillette here feel what ‘love’ is in a marital relationship?”

Furina does not appear to have expected that particular question—and neither did Neuvillette. He snaps his head around to look at you, lips parted in shock. Furina’s eyes bug out of her head, and you sit there patiently, awaiting her answer expectantly.

“W-Well—” she stutters, heterochromatic eyes flitting about the room uncertainly. “You see, I, um…”

She falls silent, coming up with nothing. Disappointed with how you’ve essentially been proven correct, you lean forward toward the table, deadly serious. “Lady Furina, if you do not give either of us a logical reason for your, frankly bizarre, motivations towards Neuvillette and I and this ‘marriage’, I believe we thus have every right to resist your orders.”

I should’ve been a lawyer, you internally curse, wishing you had the sufficient legal knowledge to tear her resolve down. 

“Allow me to jog your memory, Neuvillette,” Furina suddenly speaks up, lips pursed. “Two weeks ago, I quoted section 442 from the Codex Egerius, under the Fontainian Legislation.” She tilted her chin up severely. “‘The presiding Hydro Archon has full legal dispensation to decree a living citizen of Fontaine into coercion with her orders, and said citizen is obligated to adhere’. Does that ring a bell?”

What? You’re not liking where this is starting to go, at all. You know that she has a point—one that will make your freedom a lost cause.

“…I do.” You turn to Neuvillette, shocked, dread making your blood pound. Dammit, the little weasel—she’s purposely put him on the spot! And he can’t lie about it! Neuvillette looks extremely conflicted, a muscle in his strong jaw flexing an irregular, irresolute rhythm. He says nothing more.

“Then you’ll surely understand when I say this.” Turning to you, she holds one dainty finger in the air, posture ramrod straight. “Mademoiselle [Name], I order you to marry Chief Justice Neuvillette.”

Blinking, your mouth opens and closes like a fish in shock, while Neuvillette’s expression turns deadly. “Furina!”

“You’ve left me no choice.” She pierces the Iudex with a narrow-eyed, vehement glare. “You will fall in love. That is an order. How else are you to be happy and stop moping all the time?”

“I do not mope.” Your shock heightens when a bright, humiliated flush mixed with outrage blooms across the Chief Justice’s cheeks, eyes storming with fury. “How rude of you. You may be the Hydro Archon, but that does not give you the right to impose on my personal life and feelings! Nor hers!”

You feel extremely frightened—for Furina’s sake. No one has ever seen the Iudex so infuriated—there have been moments in court when defendants and the audience grow too rowdy after multiple orders from him to quiet down, but never to this extent. Although he is an intimidating man in general, you now know he is not one to anger easily, for he is slow to it—but when his ire is stoked, it is a white-hot blaze.

However, although his fury is scorching, it is a quiet type of wrath. Such is clear now, where he silently sits in his chair, fists clenched tightly upon the tabletop, a vein beginning to bulge in his forehead, glare murderous. You’re amazed at how resilient Furina is to it—and then, you realise with a shudder—she likely has pushed his buttons like this many times, so much so she is used to it.

You know Neuvillette will not raise a hand to her. In fact, you can’t see him doing that to anyone. However, you’ve already broken out into a cold sweat. Goodness, I must never get on this side of him.

“I just want you to be happy!” She exclaims in answer, the argument quickly beginning to get well out of hand. “Is that so hard to understand? You need a wife! Someone to take care of, and someone to take care of you—!”

“Enough!” You slam a palm down on the table, cutlery rattling violently in answer, jumping from your seat. Neuvillette visibly flinches, abruptly yanked from his momentary bout of anger, turning to you. His gaze softens, and you almost fall over your words at how your heart stutters in response to the look. Furina, meanwhile, quietens instantly at your order, cheeks flushed and almost out of breath. You compose yourself and sling your purse strap over your shoulder, more than eager and ready to leave. “Have I not already said that fighting is pointless? Stop squabbling like children, both of you!” You’ve almost forgotten how your tone and words could very well end you up in the Fortress of Meropide. With a glacial glare, you pin Furina to her seat, jaw clenched. “I will marry him. Does that satisfy you? Will you leave him—and me—alone, now?”

“Hold on, [Name]—” You cut Neuvillette’s quiet words off, redirecting your glower towards him and trying your best to ignore his imploring stare that is oh-so-soft and easy to fall into, steeling your resolve. “No. I won’t hear another word. I am quite offended by today’s events.” You turn and begin walking towards the door. “Neuvillette, send me a letter of when we are to be married. I want it in a registry office. No ceremony.” You know this is exactly what Furina wouldn’t want, so you silence her attempts at protesting with another unsparing glare. “You owe me—us—that much, Lady Furina.”

You leave no room for a reply from either of them, swivelling around once more and wrenching open the door, utterly outraged. The only thing on your mind right now is getting home, letting you scream into your pillow and relax your frayed nerves freely.

It poured relentlessly for the rest of that day. It suited you quite fine, considering its correspondence with your bitter feelings.

However, three glasses of wine did nothing to expel the image of Neuvillette’s desperate, beseeching stare. The look made your chest tighten, and you hated it. 

Who knew the ever-expressionless Chief Justice could manage such a look? 

With the image plaguing your mind for the rest of the night, you rested fitfully, knowing that you had just agreed to something that would likely alter the course of your life forever, not for just twelve months.

And something tells you nothing will go according to plan. Everything will go awry.

I am nOT happy with this chapter in the least, especially the beginning. however, I had to force myself to write this, as motivation is now running out. and, well, I've got another idea for a neuv fic 👩‍🦯 it's gonna be a really, really long oneshot, since I am not turning it into a series (this one is already a handful) so the question is, uh, do y'all wanna see it? 🧍‍♀️ I also have an alhaitham one in my drafts rn gathering dust (already at the 17k word count, and that's because of sleep deprivation) lmk if you wanna see it (will prob post it anyway)

ANYWAys this is way too long of an author's note, so thanks for reading, once again! the support I've been getting on this is CRAZY, never would've dreamed of it 😭 and just ONE more exam to go y'all, so sit tight because the party w our dear neuvillette is only just getting started 🤭

taglist!

@shiroonekoo @just-here-reading @avyakaslana @eternal-dokja @confusedparticle @xitrinez @tanspostsblog @vcatson @sek0ya @loving-august @mxyarylla @ultigoblin @constantlyoverthinking @pvbbyb0y @lynettezzp @esthelily @furblrwurblr

© jqnehr 2023. all rights reserved. do not translate, repost/redistribute and plagarise any of my works.

#genshin impact #neuvillette #chief justice neuvillette #genshin #fontaine #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x you #wriothesley #genshin neuvillette #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #gensin impact #genshin imagines

[scribbleseas]

an indignant pawn story: the door

Description: Taking place hours after the events of The Indignant Pawn, Ciel Phantomhive anxiously awaits an update from the room in front of him.

Warnings: extreme grief, violence, mentions of blood, crying, regrets, laughing at really inappropriate times, just really really sad, angst & no comfort.

Author’s Note: Hi, Everyone!

For those of you who might be seeing my work for the first time, this is a spinoff short from my first complete fan fiction: The Indignant Pawn! I suggest checking it out if you are interested in a hitwoman/runaway royalty!reader x Ciel Phantomhive, a lot of deception, fierce enemies to lovers, and a couple that will fight the world for each other. If that sounds cool to you, I highly suggest heading over to the masterlist linked below before you read this.

Anyway, I hope you like this! Even though it’s a little depressing, lol. In all fairness, an explanation was asked of me. I work for ya’ll.

Happy Reading!

Stay Alive,

Dan

THE INDIGNANT PAWN MASTERLIST

MAY 13TH, 1895

SCHLESWIG-HOLSTEIN, GERMANY

For the first time in eight years, tears ran down Ciel Phantomhive’s cheeks. His throat was raw. His nose was running. A tumultuous combination of rage and grief tore at his heart as it beat in his chest. It worked overtime. His lungs worked overtime as his breaths came in ragged inhales, forcing air in, forcing air out. A forming headache throbbed in his temples.

Crying changes nothing, he reminded himself. Crying wouldn’t repair the damage in Y/n’s chest. Crying wouldn’t have stopped the bullet that was meant for him— it was meant for him. There was no denying it.

And that’s what made his guilt gnaw at him. He should have been bleeding. Dying. It was his adversary, his bullet, and his inaction that allowed Y/n to get shot.

“My Lord,” Sebastian started, only for Ciel to silence him with a glance before fixating his stare on the door. Don’t you dare speak to me, you traitor.

“At the very least, you should change, sir,” Sebastian was the only one to speak in the waiting room. Everyone else sat in silence, save for Lizzie’s sniffling. The room smelled of antiseptic and it was cold, but nobody complained. Nobody moved.

Ciel ignored the suggestion. He stared ahead at the door separating him from the operating room. From Y/n. If he could trade his place for hers, he would. It should have been him. It should have been. What was Y/n thinking?

She wasn’t thinking. She was selfless, protecting him on instinct.

She was selfless….And the world was cruel.

She didn’t deserve this.

He did. He should have protected her on instinct— but his weren’t nearly as swift as hers. It hurt to admit, but there was no other explanation.

“Ciel, he’s right,” Lizzie tried. “Your clothes are…” she said weekly, unsure of how to remind Ciel that he was covered in Y/n’s blood; and that his wedding suit was soiled with the bride’s blood. There was even a red tint on his hands, the sick smell of iron on them, no matter how Lizzie tried to clean them off for him. He didn’t care about his hands or his clothing.

Y/n was likely dying. How could he think to change when he could lose her?

After she lost consciousness, the medic arrived and did all he could to stabilize her before there was no choice but to transfer her to the nearest hospital for emergency surgery. As the medical field expanded (especially in Germany), surgeons liked to make teaching lectures out of every surgery. However given the high-profile victim and near-impossible condition Marie was in, the hospital ensured her procedure was private.

To them, it would be Princess Marie of Schleswig-Holstein dying. Only the real Marie had already been dead for months before then!

The irony made the corner of his mouth twitch, and a heartbroken cackle threatened to rip out of his sore throat before Lizzie said his name again, sobering him

“…Ciel?”

“Elizabeth. Honestly,” Ciel warned flatly. The oak door separating the waiting room from the sterile operating room was beginning to antagonize him. By now, Ciel committed most of its knots, age lines, indents— even the tarnish on the brass knob. He detested that door. He wanted to kick it off its hinges…almost as much as he wanted to kick his demon’s head off his shoulders. Stomp on the severed head. That. Deceitful. Bastard.

He needed to punish that wretch for utterly disobeying his order. They had a bloody contract for a bloody reason, did they not?

“I’m sorry, Ciel,” Lizzie took a sharp inhale, chastened. She pursed her lips and released them. Her wary eyes lingered on him for a beat longer, concerned for him. She watched him strike Sebastian so hard that his knuckles started bleeding. And then, Ciel spent half the carriage ride laughing hysterically at her side. He’d laughed until his sides hurt and his cheeks pinched. He was laughing at the situational irony while his tears grieved its fallout. After all, Y/n only came into his life because she was tasked with killing him! And she was on a surgery table because she wanted to save his life!

Not to mention, she was sure Mariana would sabotage them. She was convinced. Ciel had reassured her in vain.

Herr intuition was perfect. Diego even warned them. They should have called off the wedding. The princess should never have to save the Earl— it was an affront to those childish tales she loved so much. It was a torture to be saved. It hurt less to be the martyr because they aren’t responsible for toiling in the changed world without them.

Ciel looked back to the door. Nothing lasts forever.

Someone you love is someone you can lose, Ciel recalled.“Someone I love could be someone I lost…” he mumbled in extension of the thought, tensing when he realized he spoke the latter aloud.

“I know, Ciel, but you should have something to eat, at least. Or have some water, or tea. You’ve been standing there for hours. Sit,” Ciel’s cousin reminded him, but he didn’t dignify it with a response. He couldn’t sit and eat. He wouldn’t.

“My Lord, I have an update…” the lead surgeon shouldered through the operating room’s door and into the waiting room. His face was marred with exhaustion, having performed a surgery so late into the night and without a break.

Ciel held his breath.

Please be alive, Y/n. I need you.

#the indignant pawn #the door #ciel phantomhive x reader #ciel phantomhive x you #ciel phamtonhive #ciel phantomhive x y/n #ciel #ciel x you #our ciel #ciel x y/n #black butler ciel #ciel x reader #ciel phantomhive #our!ciel x you #look it’s short but mighty

[ha1taniwh0re]

Could you do Grell x reader (platonic) where reader thinks Grell is gorgeous and constantly compliments her?

YESSS GRELL MY LOVE OMG I JUST LOVE THAT WOMAN

It's a little bit short but you have been waiting for a week so yeah..

Anything for my favourite Lady

Im maid in Phantomhive mansion. I think Im the only one who knows Sebastian's and Lord Ciel's secret. One day they even let me go with them on mission. We were walking down the hall when red hair women stopped our way.

"SEBASTIAN MY LOVEEE!!!" she said.

I could say that Sebastian and young Lord Ciel didn't like her. She was all over Sebastian when she noticed me.

"And who are youu?? What is your purpose here?" She asked.

"Wow... You look absolutely amazing my dear" I said with stars in my eyes.

She looked at me a little bit shocked. Well Ciel and Sebastian also looked at me with shocking eyes.

"What?" Grell asked.

"Your hair.... It's beautiful is it real?? And your eyes they are just beautiful. AND BABY YOU ARE WEARING A SUIT IN THIS TIME!!!" I said.

She looked at me still shocking but than she just hugged me.

"THANK YOU MY LOVE!!!!" She said while hugging me.

"I need you to dress me up some time. You have a style babe" I said

"Sebastian why didn't you tell me about this beautiful woman, ah I was jealous at first. I thought you and Sebastian are something" She confessed.

"WHAT NE AND SEBASTIAN?! EW NOOO! No offense Sebastian but Im not into devils" I said

He just smiled.

"Yeah let's get back to you... Im sorry what is your name again?" I aksed

"Grell" she said.

----------------------------------------------------------

"(name)-channn!!!!!" Red haired woman called me.

I turned around to saw her standing there gorgeous as always.

"Ah aren't you beautiful today??" I asked.

"Just todayy???" She said

"No you are always beautiful my favourite Lady"

She hugged me and we went inside of the mansion.

#anime #black butler x reader #black butler #grell x reader #grell my beloved #grell x sebastian #black butler grell #red hair women named grell #my fanfic stuff #i love grell

[anonymousewrites]

One Hell of a Love (Book 1) Chapter Ten

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Ten: One Hell of a Fair

Summary: (Y/N) and Sebastian go to the Frost Fair and, of course, find trouble there.

            (Y/N) looked around at the frozen Thames as people milled about in small shops made of tents, kids happily played in the snow, and people contentedly walked across the thick ice keeping them from falling to the watery depths below.

            “The Frost Fair takes place next to London Bridge on the frozen River Thames,” said Ciel, bundling up against the cold. “The last time it was this grand was back in 1814, apparently.” He grinned suddenly as they passed some stalls.

            “What is the matter?” asked Sebastian.

            “All the wares they have lined up here are shoddy,” said Ciel. “If the ice freezes over like this next year, we could clean up with a stall here.” He nodded to a small ark toy. “That, for example.”

            “Oh, young nobleman, I see you have quite the eye,” said the salesman. “That is an item made by the now hugely popular Funtom Company when it was still a small craft shop.”

            “What a total fake,” said Ciel. “The Phantom Ark, enjoyed by the last generation, was made by the most skilled craftsmen, and it was an extremely rare and valuable item because only three were made. Since the mansion burned down, even the current company doesn’t have the real item anymore. There’s no way there would be a real one here.”

            “Noah’s Ark is a lot like this country,” remarked Sebastian.

            “What?” asked Ciel.

            “A ship steered by a single boatman,” said Sebastian. His eyes were cold. “The only ones who will be saved are the select few.”

            “Arrogance and lack of empathy,” said (Y/N). “It kills humanity at every turn.”

            Ciel looked like he was about to respond, but someone stepped out and said, “You’re…”

            (Y/N) glanced at the new arrival and remembered him. It was Abberline, the detective from Scotland Yard.

            “To see one of Scotland Yard’s detectives has enough free time to dawdle around here, I suppose London must really be at peace,” remarked Ciel. “Today, at any rate.”

            “I don’t! I’m on duty right no!” defended Abberline.

            “Well, then, work hard enough to earn your keep on behalf of Her Majesty and the people who employ you, Inspector,” said Ciel, turning away.

            “Wait, I have something to ask you,” said Abberline. “Master Ciel!” He reached out to touch Ciel’s shoulder, but Sebastian swiped his hand away.

            “Pardon me. As you can see, our Master is quite frail…I mean, delicate,” said Sebastian with a smirk. “So I would ask you not to lay your hands on him too roughly.”

            “We can grab a cup of tea, and you can speak for a moment there,” said Ciel simply, walking over to a small tea room before Abberline could argue against it.

            (Y/N) sighed when they entered the warm shop, bristling from the winter cold. Sebastian snuck a look at them and smiled in amusement at their little habits that betrayed how they were feeling. He had always scolded them for not completely controlling their reactions, but Sebastian was rather fond of them.

            “So, then,” said Ciel once they were seated. “What is Scotland Yard doing here, Inspector Abberline?”

            “This morning, a man’s corpse was found under the ice of the market,” explained Abberline. “The man was a member of a specific criminal organization. At present, we are chasing after the culprit who killed that man as well as the ring he stole embedded with a blue diamond worth around two thousand pounds.”

            “Diamond: the stone that radiates exquisiteness for all eternity,” said a new voice. Lau had arrived in his tea room. “All that awaits those mesmerized by its shine is destruction. However, even knowing that, it is said that it is impossible to resist.”

            “How do you know about the Shard of Hope?” questioned Abberline.

            Ciel raised an eyebrow. “The Shard of Hope?”

            “Huh? What? What?” Lau blinked innocently. “There’s really a gem like that?”

            (Y/N) sighed. Lau was an expert at seeming like he knew what he was doing and then actually having no clue.

            “He was just joining in,” said Ciel, eyebrow twitching. “Don’t pay any attention to him. More importantly, Lau, why are you here?”

            “Because this is my restaurant, Young Earl,” said Lau.

            (Y/N) glanced over at the scantily-clad waitresses and deadpanned. “We should have guessed.”

            “Not interested?” remarked Sebastian teasingly.

            “In the outfits or the women? I’m afraid I’d be saying no to both at this instance,” said (Y/N).

            “Pity,” said Sebastian. He thought they’d look sinful in one of those dresses.

            “By the way, it seems you’re having a rather interesting conversation, Young Earl,” remarked Lau. “Will you please fill me in on the details?”

            “Have you heard anything?” asked Ciel. “It’s part of Lord Henry Hope’s collection; a blue diamond that has become known as the Hope Diamond.”

            “Nope, nothing,” said Lau.

            “It is a devilish stone that is rumored to have brought all its owners an unfortunate fate, from Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette on,” continued Ciel. “After disappearing from the world, the stone was divided in order to hide its past. It was cut, and a small shard was taken off. Consequently, one of the two shards of the Hope Diamond is what you are searching for. Correct, Abberline?”

            “The carriage was attacked while it was being transported as evidence, and it was stolen,” said Abberline grimly.

            Ciel smirked. “This is intriguing. Tell me more. I’ll participate in this matter, too. I won’t force you to tell me. However, if you refuse, your superior, Lord Randall, might end up in quite the predicament.”

            Abberline paled. “Fine. Since you insist.”

            Ciel smirked in satisfaction. “Well, then, what are your leads?”

            “Well, I was going to ask a certain man for some help,” said Abberline.

            “A certain man?” asked Ciel. “Not…”

            Abberline nodded gravely.

l

            (Y/N) cocked their head as they regarded the tent before them. It was Undertaker’s. He had set up an undertaker’s shop on the ice. What a strange man…

            “Apparently, quite a few people have died of frostbite, so he decided to set up a shop,” said Abberline.

            “Earl…the name of this shop…it can’t be…” said Lau grimly.

            “Since I permitted you to tag along, please wait here, outside,” said Abberline. He went to open the door, but as it was just a painted tent, he fell through to the floor below.

            “How reckless.” Ciel deadpanned.

            “That is but a privilege of birth,” said Lau. He paused. “So, where is this?”

            An irk mark appeared on Ciel. “The Undertaker’s shop! We met him during the Jack the Ripper incident, remember?!” He huffed. “Abberline will be in tears in a moment. Sebastian, get ready to—!”

            Outrageous laughter startled the group. Undertaker’s cackles rang out through the air, and his tent nearly came down from the force.

            Shocked, Ciel pushed through the flap of the tent and walked in with Sebastian, (Y/N), and Lau. Undertaker lay on the ground, legs twitching as he laughed. Abberline looked incredibly confused.

            “You’re amazing. You have definitely chosen the wrong profession,” giggled Undertaker as he stood. “As a comic, you could be world renowned!”

            “Just what did you do?” asked Ciel.

            “I-I just started talking as I normally do, but then this guy just started laughing,” said Abberline in confusion.

            (Y/N) raised an eyebrow. “Impressive, he managed to make Undertaker laugh…”

            “It seems you are quite skilled, Mr. Inspector,” said Sebastian darkly, huffing at a human impressing (Y/N) everyone.

            “No, I’m just…” Abberline trailed off nervously.

            Ciel slammed his hands down on a coffin. “Tell us about the ring, Undertaker, the one that the body you disposed of this morning was supposed to have.”

            “There’s a possibility that it was buried around the area he was found in,” said Abberline. “I implore you on behalf of all the good citizens of London, such as yourself, please assist us with the investigation.”

            “I have been highly impressed by you, Inspector,” said Undertaker, still giggling. “I’ll tell you. Or, more precisely…I’ll show you.”

l

            The group stared at the ice sculpture of Queen Victoria and the blue diamond ring around her fingers.

            “See? Over there,” chirped Undertaker.

            Abberline looked aghast. Lau just smiled. “I guess one of the ice sculptors here just happened to come across the frozen ring, and in order to take advantage of it, they made it into a statue.”

            (Y/N) leaned forward. “I usually prefer rubies, but I have to admit, the tales of sorrow and anguish around this jewel appeal to me.”

            “Get it out! Right now!” cried Abberline at the two constables.

            “Understood!” replied the men.

            “What are you doing, you ignorant whelp?!” demanded an official voice. All heads turned to a group of people glaring at them.

            “That holy maiden is the prize that will be presented to the winner!” declared a dramatic voice. Viscount Druitt withdrew a pink rose and shook a finger at the group. “You mustn’t touch it.”

            “Viscount Druitt!” gasped Ciel, going white as he remembered the embarrassment of having to flirt with the man.

            (Y/N) deadpanned. Of course he’d weaseled his way out of jailtime.

            “The contest’s judges?” said Ciel, fighting for composure and looking at the other officials. “Why is he one of them?”

            “Wasn’t he taken in by Scotland Yard for organ trafficking?” wondered Lau.

            “He was released a few days ago,” said Abberline bitterly.

            “Money,” said (Y/N) with a distasteful “tsk.” “Unbelievable.”

            “I’m sorry,” said Abberline, stepping forward to the judges. “Scotland Yard will have to take this statue into its possession now.”

            “No! Even if you are from Scotland Yard, we will not permit anyone to have their own way at the Frost Fair, the peak of excitement for all the townsfolk,” declared the head judge haughtily.

            “Beauty is something to be adored!” cried Druitt. “Are you people trying to force shame on this beautiful maiden?”

            “Like you’re one to talk,” muttered Ciel.

            “If you really want her, then just bring out enough beauty to satisfy her,” said Druitt.

            “As expected of one who loves fine art, beauty, and cuisine, it’s as Viscount Druitt says,” said the judge. “If you want this statue, win the contest.”

            Ciel smirked. “I see. I can agree to that. The ring will belong to the one who wins the contest. It’s simply and clean.”

            “Master Ciel?” asked Abberline.

            “I will obtain that ring,” said Ciel.

            “That’s a stolen object!” cried Abberline. “It’s also important evidence in the serial kidnappings of several young girls!” He covered his mouth after he spoke, realizing he gave out too much information.

            “I see. So, that’s why Scotland Yard is in such a frenzy searching for it,” said Ciel with a smirk.

            “Even so, it is true that those in possession of the ring have met ill fates, one after the other. It really does fit its name of the cursed stone, and yet you still—!” Abberline was interrupted.

            “Cursed, huh?” remarked Ciel. He smirked and gazed at his Phantomhive ring. “Then, it really does fit me.”

            “That reminds me,” said Undertaker. “Your ring also has a beautiful blue stone set in it, doesn’t it, Earl?”

            “Yes,” replied Ciel.

            “You should be careful,” said Undertaker with his mischievous smile. “Diamonds are hard, but for all their hardness, they’re fragile. If you overexert yourself too much, it may shatter.”

            “What of it?” demanded Ciel. He smirked. “This body and this ring are both things that have shattered and been revived. As if I would fear them shattering after everything I’ve been through.”

            Sebastian’s lips curled into a smirk at the determination at Ciel’s determination. (Y/N) cocked their head. They had been mortal once and seen thousands of lives come and go, and yet human resilience never faltered through the centuries.

            Ciel turned on Sebastian. “Win the contest, Sebastian.”

            “Yes, My Lord,” said Sebastian. He turned to (Y/N). “Join me for some entertainment?”

            “And get all cold and wet? No, thank you,” said (Y/N), their nose twitching. “Besides, I doubt you need any help.”

            Sebastian smirked proudly. “Of course. And I will demonstrate that today.”

l

            “And now we will commence the traditional Frost Fair Ice Sculpture contest!” declared the announcer as time ended. “The judging will now commence! First up is the ‘Joyful Scotland Yard’ team with their ‘Guardian of London!’ ” Scotland Yard saluted the actually fairly realistic sculpture of Lord Randall. “Judges, your marks! One. Two. One. Zero. A total of five points!”

            The announcer cleared his throat. “Next is the ‘All Women’s Dresses Should Be Tiny” team, but…for obvious reasons, it has been disqualified.”

            (Y/N)’s eye twitched as they looked at Lau’s statue. It was of a woman entirely nude.

            “Why?” asked Lau “innocently.”

            “There’s no way they could show that in public!” cried Ciel.

            “I think hiding it with those banners makes it more perverted,” said Lau in disappointment.

            Despite the argument, the judges each held up an “X” for their judgement. Except, of course, Druitt put up a perfect “Ten.”

            “You can win, right, Sebastian?” asked Ciel.

            “Of course. Once you have given an order, I exist but to fulfill it,” said Sebastian.

            “Next up is the ‘Queen’s Puppy’ team with ‘Noah’s Ark,’ ” said the announcer.

            The curtain fell to reveal the large sculpture of Noah’s Ark, glistening under the sun.

            “This is what ice art truly is!” cried a judge in amazement.

            “This is amazing!” gasped the announcer. “Please, give us your results.”

            “Please wait one moment,” said Sebastian. “You have no seen everything yet.” He snapped his fingers, and on cue, the warmth of the sun melted the slight seal in the ice. The cabin of Noah’s Ark broke apart to reveal a carving of the many animals saved on board.

            “Amazing! It’s like it’s alive!” clamored the crowd.

            “Good job,” said (Y/N), nodding to Sebastian.

            “I see!” cried the head judge. “He made the joints in the roof weak on purpose so that, in time, they would melt and fall off!”

            “Oh! Oh!” cried Druitt. “God’s rage! The only one to escape unscathed in the blazing storm was Noah! Leading his paired animals, waiting for the time of regeneration as they drift upon the waves!”

            “Young man, I am completely astounded,” said the head judge. “To be able to see such a high-class ice sculptor…!”

            “No,” Sebastian smirked, “I am just one hell of a butler.”

            “You really like that line, don’t you?” remarked (Y/N).

            Sebastian smirked at them. “I am simply being honest.”

            (Y/N) huffed a laugh and rolled their eyes in fond amusement.

            “Well, then, let’s go to the grading!” declared the announcer.

            “Wait right there!” cried a man’s voice, running out to the middle of the ice. He pulled out a gun, and the crowd gasped. “This ring was originally ours. Sorry, but I’ll have you return it.”

            “What? You people aren’t the—!” said Abberline.

            “That’s right! We’re the bombing thief ring that’s been the talk of the town lately,” said the man proudly. He pulled back his jacket to expose a multitude of sticks of dynamite tied to him. Behind him, two more men kicked over a barrel with more explosives. “I’ll count down from ten.” He grabbed his lighter. “If you don’t want to die, then get lost. Ten!” The crowd ran.

            “Master?” asked Sebastian.

            “My orders haven’t changed,” said Ciel. “Do it, Sebastian.”

            “Join me this time?” said Sebastian.

            “Well, this time it will actually be fun,” said (Y/N), smiling brightly.

            “Eight!”

            “What are you doing? Get out of here this minute, Master Ciel!” said Abberline.

            “Seven!”

            “If you want to run, then do so,” said Ciel calmly. “Don’t pay attention to me.”

            “Six!”

            “Like I could do that!” cried Abberline.

            Ciel’s eyes widened in surprise.

            “I became a police officer to protect the people,” said Abberline.

            “Five!”

            “In order to protect everyone!” declared Abberline.

            “Four!”

            “What an idiot,” said Ciel.

            Abberline ran forward, but a shot at his feet stopped him.

            “Don’t get one step closer!” said the thief. He pointed the gun at Ciel. “I’m down to the last three. Are you really not gonna run, little nobleman?”

            “I have no need to because…” Ciel didn’t have to finish speaking as Sebastian jumped into the air on skates and knocked the gun from the thief’s hands.

            “What?!” the other two thieves began shooting at Sebastian, but (Y/N) skated up behind them and spun, knocking them down. They landed the jump in an arabesque backwards, and the judges clapped.

            “What flawless form!” cried a judge.

            The two thieves grabbed for (Y/N), but they tightened once more and jumped into the air, letting the men crash into each other before landing expertly again with a smirk.

            “Incredible!”

            “It’s the elegant raven dancing on the wings of night!” cried Druitt as he watched. “They ride the winds of darkness with feathers of ebony beauty! They tantalize those who cannot fly with them! Oh, but to touch such beauty!”

            (Y/N) sighed at his dramatics, and Sebastian tsked.

            “Ten! Ten! Ten! Ten! Ten!” cried the announcer as the judges watched the performance and graded it. “It’s a full score!”

            “Excellent job, (Y/N),” said Sebastian, skating up to them.

            (Y/N) spun before extending an arm and winking. “Well, I can’t let you take all the praise today.”

            Sebastian took (Y/N)’s hand and spun them before matching their movements, and the judges clapped in amazement. “I suppose not.”

            “You brat!” hissed the leader of the thieves at Ciel. “Be blown to smithereens!” He threw a lit stick of dynamite at him.

            (Y/N) and Sebastian picked Ciel up by the arms and skated him out of harm’s way. The dynamite exploded on the ice behind them. The thief glared at them and lit another stick, throwing it once more. Again and again, (Y/N) and Sebastian kept Ciel lifted off his feet and skated him around to avoid the explosions.

            “Stop it, boss!” cried the other two thieves, grabbing their leader. “Have you forgotten?! We’re standing on ice!”

            As if on cue, the ice cracked, and the three men and the statue of Queen Victoria plunged into the freezing waters below.

            “Sebastian!” warned Ciel, wanting the ring saved.

            Sebastian and (Y/N) let go of Ciel, and his eyes widened, but Sebastian caught his arms, smirked innocently, and spun him around. Ciel furrowed his brow, and Sebastian threw him into the air. As he flew through the air, the ice beneath Sebastian and (Y/N) cracked. The crowd gasped.

            (Y/N) moved to jump into the air, but Sebastian’s had already grabbed one hand and put the other on their waist to leapt dramatically up with them. (Y/N) grinned at the dramatics and allowed him to pulled them closer as they landed on Noah’s Ark.

            The crowd gasped in amazement as the ice sculpture supported all three people as it sailed forward through the Thames.

            “The ship sails, leaving behind people’s despairs! The ship sails, along with the world’s future, carrying the chosen hope with it!” cried Druitt as women cooed over his poetry. “Onward, to a winding, dreamlike journey, the ship sails!”

            “It’s Noah! It’s the living incarnation of Noah!” gasped the head judge. “A biblical miracle has occurred on the Thames!”

            “Yes, quite biblical, but more on the other side of things,” remarked (Y/N), smirking.

            Ciel put his hands on his hips and looked at Sebastian and (Y/N) crossly. “That was a rather rough method.”

            “Apologies. We thought it was the quickest method to ensure your safety,” said (Y/N) with an innocent smile.

            “Says the one that got to look dignified,” muttered Ciel. He huffed and looked down at the Thames. “And so the Shard of Hope will sleep at the bottom of the Thames.”

            “I suppose that is amusing in its own way,” said Sebastian. “It will curse London.”

            “If it ended like that, then it would show that was all there was to this town and country,” responded Ciel. “After all, we Phantomhives have always…fought back.” He gazed at his ring.

            “I suppose we’ll have to see how poor London fares after the curse,” said (Y/N), smirking.

Taglist:

@technikerin23

@im-making-an-effort

@izzieg3987

@jinxxangel13

@alexpangender

@otomyoli

@neenieweenie

@nex-crowley

@anxious-chick

@bellacastiel

@v1l-ismissing

@agentdedf1sh

#one hell of a love #x reader #x gn reader #gn reader #x nb reader #nb reader #demon reader #demon!reader #sebastian x demon!reader #sebastian x reader #black butler sebastian #sebastian michaelis #sebastian michaelis x reader #black butler x reader #black butler fic #black butler ciel #black butler #kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji x reader

[vole-mon-amour]

4x02. This is a Sebaciel post. :)

Sebastian? Complaining he has a lot on his plate? Careful, friend, you're becoming too much like a human. Also, you kind of signed up for this.

Yeah, the trick is called sell your soul to a demon to avenge your parents' death and your own rape. Easy as that, hope that helps!

...

Isn't this just Grell in a uniform? or the Undertaker?

This cracks me up. Poor Seb. x)

And then they fucked. x)

Hey! Where did *Professor* Michaelis go? Make it kinkier.

Gods. The way they role-play. His real teaching method? SHOW ME. Show me Seb on his knees kissing Ciel's feet and making him blush as he trails up and closer to his crotch.

They. <3

Like? Was I NOT supposed to ship them? The looks that they give each other. And Ciel is so quickly dressed, no doubt by Seb as well. And the way they wish each other a good night at the same time. Yaaanaaaa. These two are married in a way (as in Seb will have his soul & for now there's a contract binding them). Sorry, I'm not normal about them.

The way Seb laughs at his reaction and teases him. This is them. Also, why is Sebastian looking so so slutty this season? The eyes, the hair, the clothes. THE LOOKS he gives to Ciel.

Okay then.

Another demon? Hey, I'm still traumatized by Claude. I don't like where this is going. I probably need to read this arc to be more prepared.

Are they going full on comedy? I mean, that's funny, but not exactly this show's style? Also, can't he just become a big black blob and spy on them? He's literally a big void. Surely it's better than the human's form.

YANA??? IS NOT A SHOTA ENJOYER??? LMAOOOOOO. They're at it again. HE is at it again.

They give the viewer a moment of silence for the imagination to roam. And since the last time I read SebaCiel, it was sex in this thing? And I'm sure it was based off this moment? And when Seb turns someone on, it usually leads to sex? I'm thinking to that woman in the barn that he fucked on what, s1? Yeeeah.

Oh, I have visions and ideas. The growling/moaning during this scene, too? Y e p.

Oh, I'm glad to see him, but why are manga readers sad about his appearance? Tell me all the spoilers, please. Prepare me for the heartbreak, if you will.

Also, I low key expected the ending credits to be something extra and that it'll change, but the fact that it's an ACTUAL ending? Like, Seb catches him in the sky and gazes into his eyes while Ciel gazes back into his and they hold hands? That's gay af.

#kuroshitsuji #natiswatching #long post #sebaciel #listen #I tag this only for the ant/s #my main tag is the name of the show #and all sebaciel goes there #and for the bigger reach tbh #I need my sebaciels to interact ❤️

[yours-truly-bunie]

Your blog’s aesthetic is so freaking adorable and I am thriving for it.

I saw that requests were open and I wanted to know if I could possibly get some headcanons with Ciel, Sebastian, Alois, Claude, and the Undertaker with a reader who is very absent-minded? Basically head-empty, up in the clouds kind of person?

I.. Don't know if I can write for Claude and Undertaker yet ;; sorysory but I'll try the others as I'm in s2.. And finishing it.. But I have no idea if you wanted Ciel and Alois to be their age or aged up so I'll go for aged up (we're also ignoring Elizabeth for this one)

How do Ciel, Sebastian, and Alois take care of an absent-minded reader?

Ciel, Sebastian, Alois x reader

Warnings: mentions of getting injured, fights, mention of 'die', alois' attachment issues.

♱------------------------------------------------------------♱

Ciel♚

Ciel is somehow irritated and confused about it

Like how can someone be so absent-minded?? It's probably because he hasn't met someone like that before

Most of the time he has to snap you out of your 'head in the clouds' moment

Okay okay the times he actually gets irritated are the ones when you have to work on a case

It gets him worried sick at the thought of you getting injured from you being so absent-minded!

Especially in some kind of fight situation

As much as he won't admit it, he really cares for you, he really does

Ig he just doesn't know how to show it GENUINELY

Yes I had to make it all caps

But maybe some tea parties can show it

Although you make him very worried and confused with the things you do

Your smile and basically everything makes up for that

Seriously

Sebastian♜

Okay now this one

He actually finds your 'habit' amusing and adorable

But yes he does think you might get injured because of this or even get targeted by their enemy or smth

No worries, darling! He will still protect you if you are in any danger

That includes you might chopping your finger off while chopping some vegetables in the kitchen and dazed out

If anybody makes fun of your absent-minded situation he'll solve it out

And by that is probably torturing them fufufu

Overall, finds it adorable but also is cautious for you (imagine you were also clumsy 💀)

Alois♔

I have no idea abt this dude but I think he'd make fun of it or even tease you for it

Yeah I'll go for tease

He'd tease you until you die

But the moment you start getting minor injuries because of this habit of yours

He's starting to get concerned and worried

And if you start having LARGE injuries..

That's where he makes the servants watch out for you

The moment you're about to trip over or step on something

Boom! One of the triplets is cleaning it up or swiftly taking it away

It's like the Trancy Manor has been baby proof

It's probably because of Alois' attachment issues

He can't have you leave him!

He doesn't show it that much because of how much he teases you but he cares and loves you!

For real

♱------------------------------------------------------------♰

Note: sorysory if it's STILL crusty but I tried lol and also if it's ooc I'm also sorry.. I tried to make the hcs longer tbh. Fufufu also ty for da compliment abt my blog's aesthetic!

Thank you! ❦

#black butler x reader #alois x reader #ciel x reader #sebastian x reader #bunie♡

[writing-fanics]

| brightest star | Our!Ciel Phantomhive x Fem!Reader

| summary: y/n was told to follow the brightest star in the night sky, and now that very star was burning out with recent events, as secrets and lord are revealed |

She held a candelabra as she walked down a dark hallway toward the young master's chambers. She sensed his unease and decided to make warm milk with sugar to help him sleep. She opened, the door and found him sitting up in bed unable to sleep.

"I sensed your unease and made some warm milk and sugar." She said, and he looked up at her with a faint smile. As if glad she was the one to enter rather than Sebastian.

She handed him a warm milk and sugar drink. He tapped the empty space beside him and she sat on the other side of the bed. She took a sip from her mug, revealing a scar on her arm from the Campania. Despite being a demon, she never feasted on a soul and only ate human food. To fully heal, she needed rest.

He'd never been more scared in his life at that moment on the ship when she passed out in his arms as she bled out from the wound sustained from death scythe. He didn't want to lose another person he cared about.

“My mother, used to tell me to follow the brightest star in the sky.” She said smiling, as she looked down at the warm milk.

She chuckled softly as if reliving the moment. "My mother used to hold me and point to the brightest star in the night sky. She'd say, 'If I'm not here, follow that star and I'll be near.' " She took a sip of the warm milk, reminded of her mother.

She then turned towards him, “That stars name, Sirius.” She said, and he looked at her not saying a word.

“I even named my cat, Sirius,”

He couldn’t help but look at her and scoff, just as he named Sebastian after his dog. She named her cat after…

“He was the cutest little black cat ever, and had the most softest fur and cutest meows.” She said, looking at him.

“You sound just like, Sebastian.” He said, and she giggled, at what he said.

“Like father like daughter,” she said, raising the mug to her lips and taking another sip of warm milk.

Before pausing, she knew he had his reasons of keeping such a deep rooted lie. “I don’t blame you,” she said, looking down at the warm milk that was slowly starting to cool off. She rubbed the mug with her thumb before turning to look at him.

He looked at her and looked away, as if wanting to avoid the conversation. “I’ve also been lying,” She said, and he looked at her in shock.

“Pfft, who isn’t lying everyone lies that’s what people do.” He said, and she looked at him.

She finished her mug and placed it on the nightstand before turning to him. "People have their reasons, just as you had your own, and I have mine."

She then gives him a playful side eye, “Like Y/n isn’t my actual name.” She said, and he looked at her and she grinned.

He asked if y/n was her real name. She grinned and explained that it was her human name and she couldn't reveal her demon name because it was too terrifying. He gave her a deadpan stare, unamused.

She shook her head, smirking. "Don't give me that look, young master," she said before turning to face him. Leaning in, she whispered her true name - something she had never done before, and would only do for someone she trusts.

As the demonic whispers subsided, she pulled back and her eyes returned to the same color as her father. "No need to tell me your real name. You can tell me when you're ready, or never." She said, smiling and he looked at her and then looked away.

"But, I will say"

She smiled at him and said, "I've always liked the name Sirius. It's the brightest star in the night sky. It's always been there for me, and now it's my turn to be there for him," despite her panicked heart, she wanted to support him through the rough time.

She decided to give him some space and got out of bed, grabbing her mug from the nightstand. "I should go, I've already overstayed my welcome," she said.

She felt a grip on her wrist and turned to see him. "Stay," he said. She raised an eyebrow and replied, "Very well." She placed the mug on the nightstand, sat on the bed, and slipped under the covers.

As they stood facing each other, her cheeks started to flush, and they delicately interlocked their pinkies. "The name Earl Ciel Phantomhive is rightfully mine, and I am determined to take it back," he declared, with a resolute tone in his voice. She furrowed her brows a little, silently hoping that he would reveal his true identity. Nevertheless, she couldn't help but smile warmly at him and responded, "I have no doubt that you will succeed." As they settled into bed, the atmosphere was serene and tranquil.

He briefly looked at her with a smile, then took her hand and kissed it. "I want you to be by my side to help me achieve my goals," he said. She couldn't help blushing and her heart was racing.

"I'm here for you," she said as they intertwined their fingers. Using her powers, she waved her fingers to blow out the candles. They fell asleep with smiles on their faces, having found each other.

#ciel phantomhive x reader #Ciel Phantomhive x you #Ciel Phantomhive x y/n #Ciel Phantomhive Headcanon #Ciel Phantomhive fanfiction #ciel Phantomhive #black butler x you #black butler x reader #black butler Ciel #black butler x y/n #Sebastian michaelis #romance #x reader #fanfic #angst #headcanons #fluff #anime #black butler

[magicalara]

A Date to Amaze

"How would Grelle, Sebas, William, and Undie plan a first date with a fem (or gn) reader 🤔" requested by the lovely @cafeguaba-blog

I hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting!!

Includes: Grelle Sutcliff, Sebastian Michaelis, William T Spears, Undertaker x gn reader

TW: none :)

❤ Grelle Sutcliff ❤

- When Grelle goes to plan your first date with her, she’s almost shaking thinking about it. Not necessarily out of nervousness, though the feeling is present, but more out of excitement. She is purely just…excited to be able to go out with you after having had feelings for you for so long.

-  We’ve seen her crush on William, that thing has been around practically since they first met; can you just imagine how long she waits before properly making a move on you?? Sure, there’s the flirting and subtle innuendos (with consent, she does make sure you’re okay with them first) that she makes, but like, that’s because it’s Grelle Sutcliff. If she isn’t flirting in some way or form at least once a day then there is something wrong.

-  But this?? No, this is special, and Grelle will make sure that you feel how much she really does care for you even if it kills her

- She knows that there’s that little niggling feeling of doubt that comes with her having a romantic interest in someone, what with the way she always talks about her dear Bassy and William and all. As such, she wants to be able to solidify that you are the only person in her sights. 

- Grelle has the absolute urge to go all out for your first date, extravagance is her forte, after all. However, she also knows that “above and beyond” isn’t the best approach to this. So instead of the super fancy and expensive dinner and best seats to the latest show at the theater, Grelle plans a nice dinner at a little hole-in-the-wall place she frequents when she’s out reaping.

- She still shows up at your doorstep with the nicest bunch of roses that she can find, and pays for dinner, and even walks you home afterwards, but she tries to keep the extravagance to a minimum. Grelle knows she doesn’t have to be dramatic around you, she can be the calmer, more real version of herself that she usually keeps hidden. 

- Towards the end of the night, as you both walk with your fingers interlocked and hands swaying slightly between you two, she realizes how nice it was to be able to just be…herself. Not the fabulous Grelle Sutcliff, red reaper, but just Grelle (though she most definitely is still fabulous)

- And if you end the date with the offer to cuddle up on the couch with some tea or wine or coffee, well, who is she to say no?

👿 Sebastian Michaelis 👿

-  Is Sebastian capable of love?? Let’s ask that question first. /j

- No, but in all seriousness, if you’ve managed to capture the heart of this demon, props to you because whew boy. Sebastian doesn’t just like someone, he doesn’t harbor little crushes, no. When Sebastian falls for you, he falls for you. You are all that he thinks about whenever he allows his mind to wander and as much as he might will himself to stop at first, he just can’t.

- And so he does the only thing he knows- he asks you out on a date. He thinks that it will be a cure-all to get rid of his feelings, but uh yeah no, that’s not how that works, silly demon. Our Sebas doesn’t know any better, though, and so, in his mind, a perfect date will get you out of his head and won’t cause any long-term issues.

- Let’s be honest here- anything Sebastian does will be perfect because that’s just how he is. But this date?? Oh, honey, he goes above and beyond to make sure everything’s extra perfect. He doesn’t want to get too far away from Ciel so your date will have to be on the grounds of the manor but he makes sure that everything is still as amazing as it would have been if you guys were somewhere else.

- Sebastian plans a nice picnic out in the gardens for the two of you to enjoy around sunset. Living in such a secluded area does have its perks, after all, and the sunsets are most definitely one of those perks. Sebastian knows a perfect section where you can just see the land stretch out as the colors of the sky are painted before your eyes.

- He admires your features as you admire the sky and, as it gets darker and darker, realizes that he really was in love and there was no way he could rid you from his mind or heart; no, you were there to stay. And so, once the sky was dark enough where he knew it was safer to bring you inside, Sebastian grabs your hand and does just that, promising a warm cup of tea and an even better view of the night sky from above.

- Your night ends with you leaned up against his side next to a window as he tells you stories of the stars and all the endless possibilities they hold, the demon next to you completely and utterly enthralled with how such a rough being such as himself could possibly deserve the angel next to him.

👓 William T Spears 👓

- William T Spears is a busy man who has no time for such frivolous activities like dating…right? That’s what he, as well as everyone else in the office, thought.

- But then, here you were, a member of the library staff, not only just as enthralled by reaper history as he is, but even more so enthralled by reaper history. Sure, he knew his quick facts here and there, but never did he think he’d be able to find someone who could practically recite every history book cover to cover.

- And that’s just the tip of the iceberg as to why William is absolutely captivated by you; you’re also amazingly sweet and nice to everyone, have really funny jokes, actually do your work, and are just captivatingly beautiful. It also helps that you work in the library bc that’s his favorite place and he has a thing for librarians 

- Anyways, because it’s been so long since Will’s thought of anything romantic, he doesn’t really know how to ask you out. So what does he do? Make what was, in his mind, not a very good decision at first. He went and asked the one guy he knew who knew everything about dating: Ronald Knox.

- Ronald’s shocked at first because William T Spears??? dating??? It’s a miracle y’all. But once the teasing went down, Ronald gets to business asking everything that Will knows so that he can help make sure this date is successful. He’ll even go in and be a wingman to his senior if need be.

- They find out your favorite flowers, drinks, food, activities, any and everything they need to. The best course of action seems to be a new exhibit at a museum that you took an interest in recently but haven’t had much time to visit. So when it comes time to ask you out, William shows up at the end of your shift with a small bouquet of your favorite flowers and a proposition to go to the museum and maybe stop by a cafe afterwards if time permits. He’s all nervous on the inside, but is very good at hiding it.

- Obviously, you accept and the date goes just amazing. Both of you thoroughly enjoyed the exhibit with all it had to offer. William definitely did that thing where he just stands back and watches you as you get all excited with a small smile on his face.

- No kisses happen at the end once he’s brought you back to your apartment (he is a proper gentleman after all), but he does give you a hug goodbye and watches as he makes sure you get inside.

- Ronald hounds him the day after wanting to know how it went and bragging that of course it went well because William had the expert Knox on his side. William gives him overtime for the comment afterwards

💀 Undertaker 💀

- It had been so long since Undertaker had had someone who he thought of in such a way with such a strong prospect of it going well that he almost surprises himself at how happy he is whenever you end up walking into his shop. One thing’s for sure, though: he doesn’t want to mess this up.

- Undertaker knows he isn’t the best partner in the world, he runs an underground necromancy ring for heaven’s sake. But what he is good at is being romantic so his first date with you will be as romantic in his little way that he can make it. 

- He doesn’t really leave the shop very much (definitely not for dates, at least) so for your first date, he plans to take you stargazing on the roof. He bakes his little treats and makes that really good tea that he only saves for special occasions. There’s even an old telescope he drags out of his storage so you can see the sky better. 

- It’s a beautiful night out, but Undertaker definitely says that you’re more beautiful than all the stars in the sky. Wraps his arms around you from behind and sways as you just gaze out at the sky, humming any random tune that comes to his mind.

- Just lots of soft, whispered affection. Undertaker doesn’t really do the whole “date first, relationship later” thing, y’all are already together I probably should have mentioned that first oops. But basically, when he finds someone that won’t leave his mind and they aren’t leaving physically, Undertaker doesn’t waste time. Sure, he has all the time in the world, but he is all too aware of the fact that you don’t. 

- So he’ll spend as much time as he can giving you affection and showing his love for you, this “first date” is no exception to that rule. Undertaker is a romantic, but he also doesn’t do those huge grand gestures to show it; these moments under the stars are all that he needs.

- The date ends with him insisting that you stay over as it’s much too late for you to go home now and “No lady should be out wandering late at night lest they get into some sort of issues, especially when they’re as pretty and precious as you, m’dear.”

#undertaker's is a little shitty but i got worried that it was too short lol #hope you like it!! #<3 #kuroshitsuji #black butler #undertaker #grell sutcliff #grelle sutcliff #william t spears #sebastian michaelis #kuroshitsuji grelle #kuroshitsuji william #kuroshitsuji undertaker #kuroshitsuji sebastian #undertaker x reader #grelle x reader #grell x reader #grelle sutcliff x reader #grell sutcliff x reader #william t spears x reader #sebastian michaelis x reader #sebastian x reader #fluff