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fanfictionsworld · 10 months

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Things in L/n,Michaelis and Faustus household that just make sense

I have been thinking about this for a long time so lets get into it.

Spider webs for Clauds spiders which by the way are everywhere.

Three pet cats which Sebastian found on the street,whcih y/n and Claude told that he should wash since he found them on the streets.He was deeply offended by you since you sided with Claude on this one.You just simply told him that you do not what flees or any type of disease they might carry,and reminded him that your just as much a cat person as is he.

Dancing shows that Claude owns which are always by the door.

Picture of three of you at the amusement park on which you look happy and both of them look like they wanna kill each other.

A first aid kit for when you hurt your self or bump into the doors,wall,wardrobes,etc.Which is very concerning.

A cabinet just for you favorite snacks,drinks,sweets,etc.

Five bedrooms in the house.

One is Sebastians for his free time which is petting the cats.

One for Claude for his knitting and for his spiders.

One for you when you just can not deal with them,there is also a bag of sault in your room for times when you mad at them and you draw a line which they can not pass unless you remove.

One big room for three of you which consistes of a very large bed with five pillows and blanket made of silk,two sofas,book shelfs,a gramophone,one big wardrobe,rug with spider and crow prints,one large mahogany desk filled with your work and there work and a fire place.

The fifth room is for the cats which you insisted on having because your jealous that they spend to much time with him which Sebastian teases' you about relentlessly.

Two bathrooms with large tubs,botells of your favourite shampoo,thooth brushes,hair brush the best kind,pads,for some reason condoms,skin care products of the highst caulitly,large mirror above the sink decorated in the Victorian style.

A large sittingroom with a coffiee table,all sort's of your favorite flowers,beautiful curtness made from the finest matirials,a very long sofa with a two armchairs and a few fluffy blankets which you three use mostly you when its cold,a big screen television and under it is a very large fire place.

Beautiful garden with lots of fruit and vegetables which Sebastian and Claude planted them selfs,they love when they have fresh ingredients cooking you the finest meals with them.

Small table with a few chairs and lounge chairs when you wanna sun tan.

Kitchen consistes of a large oven a small table with four chairs,a pantry which they keep all sorts of spices,flower,suger,vegertables,fruit,etc.

Large refrigerator for oil,meat,milk,yougrt,chesse,egss,etc.

And at last a front porch with a very comfortable bench and a table where in the dusk you three sit as you talk about anything and everything.

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yubiina · 2 years

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I can't believe the death of Queen Elizabeth literally revived the Black Butler fandom back to life for like 5sec and brought it together like a fucking high school reunion goodbye.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 4 months

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Idk if ur taking asks or not but could i ask yandere sebastian and claude from black butler with a gn angel reader who basically sees them impure and is disgusted by the fact theyre demons and will make snark insults towards them before and after the kidnapping. Thank you!

This characterization sounds a lot like Ash If I remember correctly he's a fallen angel I'd honestly hope the not-fallen ones aren't so bad 🖤🖤🖤

Fallen Angel Reader | Yandere Black Butler

You hate all of those impure and tainted (in your warped vision). So naturally being defeated and subdued by any of those categories is already your worst nightmare. Too bad they’re doing it with a smile:

Sebastian Michaelis

“Ah, it seems your words are as violent as ever. Why don’t we expand your vocabulary?”

Thinks it nothing more than your weak little protests

He hardly takes you seriously to begin with

You are a fallen angel after all

if you couldn’t handle your birthright he doubts you really know anything at all

So he considers you a clumsy stupid idiot

A clumsy stupid idiot that belongs to him now

He doesn’t take it to heart it's just your defense mechanism anyway

He’s sure you’ll change your tune once you become as tainted and impure as he

Claude Faustus

“....We’ll have to work on that.”

Is actually very offended

What do you know about being impure when you are nowhere near pure yourself

And you’re so sure of yourself

There are a lot of people he can’t attack or punish outright

You are not one of them

He’s going to make sure you never say those things about him again

You’ll learn to respect him

One way or another

#yandere black butler #yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yanderes #yandere #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere claude faustus #yandere sebastian michealis #yandere sebastian #yandere claude x reader #yandere sebastian x reader #yandere kuroshitsuji sebastian

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irides-solstice · 14 days

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˗ˏˋ☁️‧ ₊ ˚ 🦋 ‧ ₊ ♡ˎˊ˗

{Headcannons for an upcoming au i'm planning} Not enough people talk about Claude after he loses Ciel Phantomhive's soul to Sebastian... Especially not ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ!ᴄʟᴀᴜᴅᴇ... ໒꒰ྀི ˃ ∩∩ ˂ ꒱ྀི১

{Wolf spider!Claude X moth!reader}

🕸 ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ!ᴄʟᴀᴜᴅᴇ who goes back to his claimed territory, sulking the whole way after his loss. Because for the first time in a million years H̷̬͖̻͒e̷̢̝̫͖̯̍̇̀͊ ̷̬̻́l̴͖̹̅͋ọ̴̈́s̶͇̬͔̆̈́̚͝ẗ̴̪́̎̃̿ ̴̢̧͚̜̊͠ḩ̴̛͍̰̳̂̄͐i̷̠͇̥̹̓͆́̊s̶͎͍̘͊͑̐̽ ̵̗̆̌́̿̍p̵̦͎̥̟͔̈́̾ṙ̸̺̼̉ī̶̭̻͇͉̕z̴̥̠̙̳̅̃̒e̷̹͙͋ This loss is not easy pill to swallow when he's the one, who's infamously known as the calmest and composed in any given scenario. He finds himself losing his cool. His anger, and rage causing continuous damage both around his and others territory.

🕸 ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ!ᴄʟᴀᴜᴅᴇ and his presumptuous nature, overconfident and eccentric behaviour being the reason behind his biggest failure, that too to a younger demon! - A massive blow to his ego... Sebastian absolutely getting the upper hand on him once he loses his poise. A more established and esteemed demon losing in such a manor would absolutely make him a laughingstock among the inhabitants of hell... And it does. That too because of a human soul's aroma? Preposterous! Claude is absolutely seething in solitude. So, he makes up for his loss of reputation by unleashing absolute chaos onto whoever dares to even snicker at him.

The aroma of Ciel Phantomhive's soul... An aroma he had yet to ever encounter on his own adventures... Truly a noteworthy meal. He'd even applaud Sebastian if he wasn't kitten licking his bruised ego.

So, you can see why he's so perplexed when he senses the same fragrance back in hell... On a demon too... A pretty one, one lesser in status than him, but makes up with her resourcefulness. The unique skull like birthmark on your forehead, just above your adorable doe eyes, and the quiet buzzing of your wings makes him shudder in excitement. Ideas of you writhing underneath him... In his arms, as he makes you his own... Hmm exciting, no? So, like the opportunistic hunter he is, eager to win your affections he revels in the idea of a chase. Especially after one as mesmerising as you are ♡

🕸 ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ!ᴄʟᴀᴜᴅᴇ who searches high and low for you, but is stumped to see you are nowhere to be found... Where he wants you to be. Only for you to walk right into the palm of his hand. Clueless as to who even has his eyes on you. You, the runt of the litter just trying to find a place to settle, and you strut right into his lair for a measly amount of nectar and honey. Once he gets his hands on you however...He will never ever let you leave his sight. You're his whether you like it or not~

"There's no use in trying to run little one, you're mine now~"

ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ: @thefallofruins ╰➤ {ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ, ᴏʀ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɴᴏᴛɪꜰɪᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ}

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random-yandere-fandom · 2 years

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Hi! Your requests are open, right? Right..?👉👈

Please! Please, i'm begging you! I really need the second part, about yandere Claude and Sebastian with their mother! When our demon boys have already grown up up, but mama still loves them, and they love mama.

Maybe even in the time span of Alois and Ciel..? Or if you don't like it, then i have another idea. Like mama is very sick, and she didn't tell them about it. And the boys will have to, somehow, fulfill contracts and take care of her? OR! Or this. A man (a human, a demon, a reaper, no matter who) became romantically insistently interested in mama, and the boys do not like it very much.

Or if you don't like my ideas, i'll be very happy to read yours! If you, in general, are not interested in this idea, then everything is fine! Just say: "no". I love you so much, no matter what.

Thank you so much! Love you!

Yep, requests are open! And thanks so much for the kind words and I like all of these ideas, so guess what? It's gonna get really chaotic with all three scenarios happening at once! (I did focus on the being sick part though)

Part one

Platonic yandere Sebastian with his mother

This contract was really taking up a lot of time. Not only had the brat named him after a dog, but he had been unable to visit his mother (how he insisted on calling her, as it was the proper thing to do, ignoring the mama that sometimes slipped past his lips and made your smile shine so wonderfully bright), their only correspondence happening through the many letters he had managed to send and receive. Sebastian couldn't help but wait for this contract to end, even though, admittedly, it was one of the most eventful he ever had and therefore quite entertaining. You know what, scratch the former thought, the pact could go on longer so his meal would be more delicious, but he at least wanted to visit home once.

The opportunity to leave for a bit presented itself and he did not waste even one second to rush of, making his way through the familiar forest and reaching the cottage in record time. Before he could even open the door he felt a strange presence, one not belonging to his dear mother and without further ado he basically ripped the door of its hinges, barging in in a rather unpleasant way that he was sure you would later on scold him for.

That did not matter however as he took in the picture before him. There was you, a thick shawl covering your shoulders and hunched position, a cup with steaming tea risen to your pale face. Your eyes, tired but wide open from surprise, stared at him. So was the guy standing next to you, long brown hair tied in a low ponytail and blue eyes portraying even more shock than yours did not looking away from his, though despite this he did not budge from his position of supporting your sitting position.

You were sick, that much he could tell and from the looks of it you had been for a while, never mentioning it to him. You also never thought to bring up this new guest of yours. Sebastian could feel his human form detoriating, black whisps angrily swishing around him as he glared at the man at your side, anger quick to overtake most of his senses.

Before he could do anything he watched as you quickly did your best to stand up, shawl and tea discarded to the table as you took an unsure step towards him, clearly having trouble with keeping you balance, and calling out to him in a hoarse voice. His aggravation was immediately replaced with worry as he was beside you in a moment's notice, wrapping his arms around you to steady you, eyebrows furrowed as he assessed your current state further.

His thoughts were interrupted by the stranger calling out to you, the distressed voice of the pest annoying him to no end as he glared at him, ready to fling one of his knives before you shook your head, once again catching his attention. You gently took the weapon from him, letting it fall to the ground and asked him, your plea disturbed by yourself as you took deep and raspy breathes, to not harm your old friend.

Deciding that you were more important right now, Sebastian glared at the stranger one last time, causing him to freeze up, before aiding you to your room, quietly asking you how long you had been sick and why you hadn’t told him. You only chuckled, telling him that you did not wish to worry him, he had seemed to have much fun with his new contract and even with the friends he made (even if he never called them such in his many letters). Besides, you were strong enough to help yourself and then an old friend visited and offered to take care of you, further diminishing the need to write him about your small troubles.

Once you were finished your son couldn’t help but scold you gently, voice strict despite his warm eyes. You had always told him to rely on you, and he hoped that you would do the same. He might even start to guilt trip you until you promise to inform him the next time, immediately.

As soon as you’ve fallen asleep in the freshly made bed, content under the warm covers as you can currently be, Sebastian checks over you once more before leaving the room, focusing on the next problem at hand. The man is still there, patiently waiting and your son can’t help but feel an ounce of what you had taught him was sympathy, seeing as he had not further disturbed you, although his sudden appearance must have come as a shock. There is a small... talk between the both of him, the attempted friendly atmosphere the stranger tried to create by mentioning how you had praised your son in front of him destroyed by Sebastian’s simple command to leave.

There isn’t even time to exchange names before he is basically thrown out of your home, brought to leave by the dozens of shadows moving threatengly towards him. Afterwards, the demon was quick to repair the damages caused by himself before going on to take care of any work you might have neglected, occasionally checking in on you. As soon as he noticed the telling signs of you soon waking up, a quicker breathing pattern and heartbeat, he began to brew herbal tea and preparing an easy to digest meal.

Upon you waking up you are presented with all this. You can’t help but praise and thank your son, admiring the way his cooking had improved, even though his behavior before was less than well-behaved and you even let go of the traces of his demonic presence that tell you of what had happened while you were unconscious. You fought back a tired sigh, it seems like that dear friend wouldn’t make an appearance again anytime soon. At least you knew you would be well taken care of for now, even if Sebastian would have to leave soon again. Seeing as there was once again not much time to be spent with him you really couldn’t stay angry as he looked at you, worry clearly swimming in that deep red that had always fascinated you (and was so incredibly adorable that you couldn’t help but pinch his cheek a bit).

You are grateful as you receive his care and once you feel better, which happens quite quickly, you say your goodbyes again, playfully ruffling up his hair as your son informs you of the tea that he has left for you as well as the meals that you will only need to heat up. You can’t help but feel bittersweet as you watch him dash of, the image of his small self still fresh in your mind and now he was old enough and independent, going out into the world and experiencing adventures that you would love to aid him with if ever needed. For now, all you could was give your thanks to those making your son’s life a little more entertaining and colorful.

Ciel adornes a confused look as Sebastian hands him home made cookies. That in itself wasn’t out of the ordinary, however, the following words of it being a gift from his butler’s mother out of all things was enough to shock him into silence. Now, after the demon had left, he currently found himself staring at the small package. It was something that Sebastian had handed him, so it wouldn’t harm him, right? Hesitantly taking a bite he couldn’t help but smile. Maybe if he could get the recipe and sell these sweets his business might boom even more?

Platonic Yandere Claude with his mother

Claude was in a hurry. He was moving at a pace he was sure would leave traces, bits and pieces of him being caught up along the way, unable to keep up with his speed which even he was surprised at achieving. But there was no time to think such silly and insignificant thoughts. One of the spiders he had placed in your garden to keep watch (never in your home, he still winced when he remembered your scolding upon doing so) had reported to him. Apparently, you had not left the house in some time now.

Normally, you were outside on the regular. You took care of the garden, walked around the forest for one reason or another, sat outside to read a book or cleaned up anything you deemed untidy. Regularly you would put out the laundry to dry and he couldn’t help but remember the times he hid between them only to jump out and scare you. You always let out a small scream before laughing and catching him in your arms, your warmth and smell mixing with those of the strung up clothing and flowers and sunshine and even he smiled, even if it was only small and of short time. Now that he thought back on it, your shriek must have been nothing more than your attempt to amuse him, causing him some embarrassment, not that he would express such emotion in any way. But once again, that was nothing he should be thinking about now.

He merely sensed that he was getting closer, his eyes long since not perceiving his surroundings as they simply changed too fast. He came to a screeching halt before your door to your, to his, home. There was an eery silence, one that he was sure he himself was responsible for, no animal daring to make a sound close to his troubled presence. He took a moment longer to listen, noticing the smaller sounds, fur brushing against trees and little tipping sounds as all small life forms were running away, careful and desperate to not catch his attention when he had appeared out of the blue. On the other side of the door he could hear your breathing and the rustling of clothing as you stood up, making your way to him despite him not even having had the chance to knock yet. The pattern was entirely wrong though, you seemed to fight for each puff of air and your movements were slow, sluggish, missing any of the elegance you carried with normally.

Before you could open the door he had already done so, refusing to let you walk any further when you did not feel well. One look only confirmed his suspicions, glassy eyes peering at him, struggling to stay open as some sort of surprise flashed through them at his sudden entrance. Before you could even utter a greeting he had swept you off your feet, quickly carrying you to bed before covering you with one of his many self made blankets before adding some more as he noticed how could this place was. It was clear that you had not made any fire in the chimney, that you had not prepared any of the bitter tea you would usual down at any signs of sickness or taken care off the home.

Claude simply muttered that he would be taking care of you now as he kept you from pushing off the blankets, a sigh escaping as he gently scolded you for not calling him. He was quick to prepare anything you needed, pressed wet cloths against your heated forehead, forced you to drink the medicine and the potion he had to search for. It had been surprisingly hard to find, maybe you misplaced it or had simply forgotten about it in your fever but now you should finally recover, if only slowly.

Your son was quick to take care of everything in the house before sitting beside your sleeping form, crotcheting something that he was unsure of what it would end up as. It kept his mind from wandering though, the guilt of not noticing your state sooner, of not being there for you, laying heavily on his mind. His latest master, an annoying brat that was more cruel and greedy than the foulest, well, maybe not demon, but close. Claude was lucky he had managed to get some other demons to do the most work though, ignoring the way you tried to push him to befriend them. He did not need friends, he had you and your little, ironic as it may be, paradise.

The more regrettable it was that he had not managed to visit you sooner and he promised to himself to check up on you more often. He could already hear your nagging that he should concentrate more on the contract, especially if he also has his eyes on a second soul but could at the same time feel your hands guiding him to sit down all the same before you would sit across from him, asking him about his time away.

It was then that a knock shocked him out of his thoughts, irritating him. Who would dare to come here? Especially now, that his mother laid weak and defenseless. He could feel anger forming in the pit of his stomach as he smelt some measly human standing were he did only hours before, quietly moving so that this person wouldn’t wake you with another knock.

Claude opened the door just in time, a man with dark hair standing just slightly shorter before him, clearly surprised to see him in the the door frame. So he knew who he was expecting, meaning he knew his mother. What made the situation even more painfully obvious and unfortunate for the daring human was the bouquet of wild flowers he was carrying. It was wrapped up beautifully, truly, and the flowers spread a decently sweet smell, not too much to be sickening but just enough to be noticeable.

It was a shame that you wouldn’t be able to receive them. Claude stood in silence as the guy introduced himself before asking for your whereabouts. The silent glare he sent made the guy take a step back, fumbling with his free hand which looked out of place on the grown adult. He then proceeded to give a try at explaining himself, telling him how you had come to the village some time ago to buy some ingredients and how the two of you had a nice chat and he just wanted to check up on how you were doing.

The lie was so obvious that Claude couldn’t help the sinister chuckle, glowering at the scum that tried so pathetically to court you. The thought that this man might have met you, sick and frail, instead of him made him sick. With how desperate this guy appeared (what else would he be, searching for your home in a big forest after one small chat), he might have even offered to take care of you. Your son might have only been reported that too late and he wouldn’t have been able to prevent it. He didn’t even notice how his appearance began to shift, shadows darkening, stretching and twitching around him as the human stumbles back before taking of running, never getting too far and not even managing to make a simple sound as Claude practiced his effectiveness.

Before you awake your son will leave the house for a while, returning shortly after. You will wake up to a bright arrangement of flowers, the blossoms in full bloom and carefully and delicately arranged, bringing the smell of the forest with them. As you send your son a questioning look, voice still too hoarse to speak, he simply smiles, telling you it’s a small gift he got for you. After you drank something to calm your burning throat you can’t help but praise him, gratefully squeezing his hand and returning his grin with your own.

It doesn’t take long for you to recover from then on and soon you send your son back, knowing how hard he has been working to receive his next meal and not wanting him to lose it. You gently place a kiss to his forehead as goodbye, telling him to take care as he promises to come back again soon.

Once back Claude tells Alois some lie for his absence, as if he would ever tell him about his mother. With his luck, the kid might start clinging to you and even though you probably wouldn’t mind and would also go as far as to befriend him, you were his mother and Alois was his meal, no need for the both of you to get aquainted. He couldn’t wait for this contract to end and finally return to you for a longer period of time.

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yandereaffections · 2 years

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I have finally caught the time the inbox is open! *does a small victory dance* May I request yandere!Claude(Kuroshitsuji) having a crush(or should I say obssession lol) with a famous violinist? Like they are super talented and even the Queen is asking them to preform at the castle and they have a lot of fans/admirers.

Whether these skill were brought to you from the demons guidance or not you'll surely feel the pressure of his eyes on you no matter where or what place you were invited to play publicly at. Claude is quite a bold man too, every so often you'll see the same man dressed in a servants clothing corner you in the back stage of the building, congratuling you while being a little more touchy than anyone else would deem necessary

The demon is quite pleased to see other humans acknowledge and admire your talents, of course that doesn't keep certain humans from being targeted by the beast for daring to step over the line, daring to have such audacity to speak casually to you, daring to try to sway someone else's mate, if they're lucky their death will be swift

Before you know it the strange man will greet you from behind stage with every performance, walk you home and ensure your safety even if you try to politely reject his offers. Soon he'll be sitting straight in your home listening to not only the beautiful sounds you can make with your instrument but also with your voice

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blues824 · 11 months

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I need a Male! Reader x Yandere! Vincent, Claude, Sebastian, Undertaker, Lau, and Madam Red in my life! It’d interesting if M!reader were to be extremely cool-headed and always in a dream-like state but aware of what is happening around them and is incredibly smart. They appear sleepy but really aren’t it’s just their usual face. And they’re soul is one in a million that could keep a demon full for years. So to the characters M!reader appears as otherworldly and they are intrigued…

I love Yandere requests for some reason.

Vincent Phantomhive

Poor dear was fearful that you would fall asleep at any point, so it is better to have you next to him at all times. But, he wouldn’t be surprised if you were always sleepwalking, because you lived as though you were in a dream. Well, he may as well be your knight in shining armor, as he needed to protect you.

You could see what he was doing. Ever since he first invited you back to the Phantomhive manor, ever since he offered you that cup of tea. You wanted to wake up, you wanted to fight back, but the poison kept you from doing it. And besides, it would be a far call to say that the Vincent Phantomhive was poisoning you. Even though you were angry, you knew you had to be reasonable. This was your fate now.

Sebastian Michaelis

He had met you when he was going to pick up the young master’s new cane. You were a 19-year-old apprentice, who didn’t seem to have his head back on Earth. The demon breathed in and your soul just smelled so sweet. It was calling to him, to his hunger. Suddenly, Ciel Phantomhive did not have the most craved soul. So, a few days later, he wrote to your master that you were called for by Lord Phantomhive himself, but it was actually him who wanted you there.

As smart as you typically were, you did not see this coming until it was too late. He held you in his arms within the library while the master was busy with his work, and Mey-Rin, Finney, and Bard were all doing their chores. He whispered that you were his and his alone, and you then realized that your mind was steadily growing more and more cloudy.

Claude Faustus

He typically wouldn’t care about just any human being unless their soul called out to him. But, when he saw you in the bookstore, your mind somewhere in some distant land rather than the present, he could hear your soul. It smelled sweet, and fulfilling, and he could sense that there were other demons around waiting to collect it.

He invited you to the Trancy Manor, where he locked you in a room that was isolated so that no one would be able to hear you. He made sure that the other servants were aware that he was the only one who would tend to that side of the house, and because of his status within the household, he was never questioned. Now, without him by you during the day, you spent your days trying to escape all the while acting as though your head was up in the clouds when he checked up on you.

Lau

You were one of Ciel’s servants, and you caught his attention with how you seemed to be living within a dream. You were operating on autopilot, but you were doing exceptionally well. It was because of you being a tiny bit of a distraction to the man that he was not paying attention to the plan that Sebastian had laid out.

The next day, you had found yourself in his opium den. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Ran-Mao had kidnapped you in the night and brought you to where you were now. You were bound in chains, and led up to Lau, where he had you placed upon his lap. You seemed to be a bit too aware, maybe you just needed to go to sleep. It’s unfortunate that you ended up in an opium den of all places.

Undertaker

You had entered his shop by mistake, and he was surprised because he was not expecting any visitors, dead or alive, that day. It caused you both to laugh, and he had you sit down for a bit of tea before you made your way back. He could sense your soul, and he was aware that he wanted it just for himself. After about the third cup of tea that he prepared for you, you finally sensed that it was a bit suspicious. Of course, you were slowly getting sleepy.

In the morning, you found yourself sleeping in a coffin. You were tied up, but it was open. The Undertaker heard you struggling against the bindings, and he let out a bit of a giggle before peering over the opening of the coffin. You weren’t really listening to what he was saying, but you caught something about your soul, and you being the first to make him laugh genuinely with nothing required in return.

Madam Red

You were a servant from the Phantomhive Manor, and when she went to discuss with her nephew about the plans to catch Jack the Ripper, you had caught her attention. She made a comment about how her butler could learn from both you and Sebastian. However, Grelle could see the look of love in her eyes, and she knew her next orders.

The following day, you found yourself locked within a room in Madame Red’s estate. Eventually, the lady had entered the room, specifically the bedroom, where you were staying in. She greeted you with a hello darling before moving on to prepare for the night. You saw the instruments she was using, but you remember hearing her tell Grelle that there was a target that night. You let out a gasp, and you started trying to escape only to be held back by Madam Red herself. She used one of the many syringes full of something with anesthetic properties that put you back to sleep.

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imisssummer · 2 months

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request rules (closed)

everything has to be x fem!reader, they should be answered within a week of submitting, and i’ll do pretty much anything (incest, non-con/rape, piss, age gaps, yandere, etc etc) except for scat!!! as for fandoms & characters—

masterlist

jujutsu kaisen

𖤐 — satoru gojo, suguru geto, toji fushiguro, sukuna ryoumen, nanami kento, choso kamo, megumi fushiguro, itadori yuji, mei mei, shoko ieiri, yuki tsukumo, toge inumaki, & okkotsu yuta.

hunter x hunter

𖤐 — chrollo lucifer, hisoka marow, illumi zoldyck, feitan portor, kurapika kurta, shalnark ryuseih, ging freecs, & pariston hill.

my hero academia

𖤐 — shota aizawa, shinsou hitoshi, dabi, hawks, shigaraki tomura, shoto todoroki, izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, endeavor, mirko, himiko toga, & amajiki tamaki.

haikyuu!!

𖤐 — rintaro suna, atsumu miya, osamu miya, eita semi, sakusa kiyoomi, oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime, ushijima wakatoshi, tendou satori, kita shinsuke, akaashi keiji, kageyama tobio, kozume kenma, kuroo tetsuro, bokuto koutarou, sawamura daichi, hinata shoyo, asahi azumane, tsutomu goshiki, & koshi sugawara.

tokyo revengers

𖤐 — mikey sano, draken ryuguji, haitani ran, haitani rindo, hakkai shiba, takashi mitsuya, chifuyu matsuno, kazutora hanemiya, taiju shiba, keisuke baji, shuji hanma, shinichiro sano, kurokawa izana, hajime kokonoi, seishu inui, & sanzu haruchiyo.

demon slayer

𖤐 — kyojuro rengoku, giyu tomioka, sanemi shinazugawa, tengen uzui (+ wives), muzan kibutsuji, akaza, doma, muichiro tokito, gyomei himejima, obanai iguro, mitsuri kanroji, & shinobu kocho.

attack on titan

𖤐 — levi ackerman, eren yeager, mikasa ackerman, armin arlert, zeke yeager, reiner braun, hange zoe, erwin smith, jean kirstein, connie springer, & yelena.

bungo stray dogs

𖤐 — osamu dazai, atsushi nakajima, yukichi fukuzawa, ranpo edogawa, doppo kunikida, chuuya nakahara, ougai mori, ryuunosuke akutagawa, akiko yosano, fyodor dostoyevsky, nikolai gogol, tetcho suehiro, & edgar allen poe.

black butler

𖤐 — sebastian michaelis, ciel phantomhive, alois trancy, claude faustus, & undertaker.

kakegurui

𖤐 — moomobami ririka, momobami kirari, ikishima midari, jabami yumeko, saotome mary, & yuriko nishinotouin.

#jujutsu kaisen smut #hq smut #jjk smut #hxh smut #black butler smut #demon slayer smut #my hero academia smut #haikyu smut #bungo stray dogs smut #attack on titan smut #tokrev smut #tokyo revengers smut #Kakeguri smut

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mitsuributmexican · 2 years

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Black Butler Masterlist

Yandere!Platonic! Mother Figure Hannah Annafellows HCS

Yandere!Platonic! Father Figure Claude Faustus HCS

Yandere!Platonic! Older Brother Figure Triplets HCS

Mine. Yandere Grell x Fem! Reader Smut

Yandere Alphabet : Grell Sutcliff Smut Alphabet: Grell Sutcliff. Reward. Grell x Reader Smut

Yandere! Grell Punishment Headcanons

Never Again. Yandere! Grell x Darling Who Managed to Escape but Gets Returned

#masterlist #black butler #mod mitsuri writes #mod mitsuri masterlist

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married-to-google-translater · 26 days

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Could i have yandere sebastian and claude with a angel reader who basically ignores and dodges any convo, act of service, or physical touch after the kidnapping bc the reader finds demons repulsive and think theyre disgusting and impure.

Yandere Sebastian Michaelis

At first, Sebastian won't like you.

And you really don't like him.

Sebastian wouldn't like how you were sent to save Ciel's soul.

But over time he would warm up.

Maybe it's because of your personality.

Or that you resemble a cat in your personality.

And you…

You really didn't like Sebastian.

And you really wouldn't start liking Sebastian.

Actually, not at any point.

But Sebastian liked you.

He liked you so much that he would kidnap you.

It should be clear that you don't like it.

So you refuse to talk to him.

Sebastian would have assumed this.

But he still believes you see his point.

Or if you don't see it yet but you will soon.

But time passes.

And you don't say anything.

However, Sebastian takes care of you every day.

And he's talking to you.

Even if he knows you won't answer.

This would make Sebastian a little sad.

But still this arrangement would be best for you.

Yandere Claude Faustus

Claude would hate you at first.

He really wouldn't care about angels.

And this would continue for some time.

More than half a year, actually.

You don't like Claude either.

But then something changes.

And Claude starts to notice how special you are.

However, your feelings for Claude will not change.

Which would be a bad thing for you.

Because Claude would like to be with you.

And the demons would be really possessive.

So the abduction would happen quickly.

About a week after he realized his feelings for you.

You don't take it well.

This wouldn't bother Claude.

It is enough for Claude that you are safe with him.

And he would be a patient man.

Claude could wait a very long time.

He would know you would break eventually.

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fanfictionsworld · 1 year

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I had an idea for Sebastian x reader.

Sebastian is protective of female reader more than usual because Claude is after her after smelling her soul once.

Y/N tells Sebastian to turn her into a demon. Sebastian doesn't want to lose her to mortal death and this way she won't die and Claude won't be able to smell her soul anymore

Great idea i like it,so i am back its been a while so i hope i live to the expectation,hope you like it anon

Sebastian knew the trancy butler Claude was hooked on the smell of your soul.It disgusted him.How dare he,not only was his after his masters soul and now you,he never felt such wrath.

You felt the same way,Claude was creepy and had this stare that sent shivers down your spine,and you knew that this did not go unnoticed by Sebastian.So every time Sebastian,the young master and you visited the Trancy estate you would always stay close to Sebastian.

So when the fight between them broke out because of you.You asked Sebastian something that you never thought of asking him.To turn you into a demon.You liked that your human,but if this fighting keeps continuing someone is going to get killed.

Sebastian was a bit shocked at the request,never expecting to hear that from you,it did arouse him a bit when you asked him,but he hid it very well.He was also concerned for you,knowing how much you loved being human.He alwasy dreamed of seeing you grow old and he always told you that he did not care if you did grow old he would love you still.But explaining to him that this would be good because not only would she be toghether with him,but also Claude would not try to harm her anymore,so Sebastian agrees.

Darkness falls around you and Sebastian his ture from showing,he asks before he preforms the ritual if your completely sure and that once he does this there is no going back.Yes falls of your lips and the darkness consumes you and you pass out.

Upon opening your eyes you see Sebastian standing above you helping you up.You fell hungry,you fell this enormous powers in your veins,you want to kill something your eyes glowing red as you set your sites on the trancy butler.

#sebastian michaelis smut #kuroshitsuji sebastian #sebastian michaelis #yandere sebastian michaelis #sebastian michaelis x reader #black butler smut #claude x reader #kuroshitsuji claude #claude faustus #black butler fanfiction #yandare claude faustus #claude x y/n #black butler x y/n #black butler x female reader #black butler x you #black butler x reader

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 10 months

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Uselessly Protected | Yandere Black Butler

Zombie Apocalypse AU

The howling sounds of the undead groaning rang through your ears as you adjusted the strap of your backpack. Letting your hand hover over the pocket knife you had hidden, you were acutely aware that you weren’t supposed to have it. But you found that impossibly unreasonable for the state the world was in.

“Birdie? What are you lookin’ o’er there for?”

The light voice of Finny calls your attention to him. Bright-eyed and no longer adjusting the grip of his bat, he’s searching your face for some indication of your drifting attention. You smile at him, shaking your head at your odd behavior hopefully silencing any worry. For Finny it's enough as he waits for you to walk ahead of him down the shadowed path to the vehicle. You move forward, eyes trained on the light illuminating the exit of the alleyway. Slow to leave, you scan your surroundings before darting across the street to the bus your troupe had begun calling home. Knocking a tune from childhood, the bus doors swing open revealing Elizabeth, dressed in the bloodiest, pink zombie armor ever, in the driver's seat.

“Hiya (Y/n)! Finny! How was the run?”

“It was great, Miss!”

You let yourself inside immediately dropping the backpack to the ground, relieving yourself of the hefty load. Hovering over your catch with sweat dripping down your face accompanied by the ache of your back relaxing it, you enviously watched the blond still at the entrance of the bus. Completely unphased by the weight of his backpack, which was already five times bigger than the one you had, he was still joyously conversing with the girl. You always thought his unbelievable strength would be generally unideal in a modern world but with the era of the infected starting anew, he was an asset through and through. Not to mention he was a sweet boy, a little clingy but that word doesn’t mean much since you’ve joined your troupe.

Your troupe weren’t some randos you collected over time, the majority of them were the people you spent your hours working with. Maintaining the mansion, catering to the heir who lived in it, and raising the prodigy to be a decent person. It was a part-time job, miraculously handed to you after you returned the missing prodigy at a young age. A glorified babysitter–that’s what your peers called you; laughing about your gig when you told them what you do. Their jeers weren’t all that bad especially when you could wave your fat paycheck in their face. The Phantomhive family was more influential than one would think, with connections spreading across the criminal world all the way to the English Monarchy. The point is this was a position beyond any average citizen, which meant striving to put your best foot forward at all times if only for your own safety.

This is the only reason why you found yourself in the Phantomhive manor the day the world ended. It didn’t matter that you tried to leave and failed. Those in the manor did not want you to leave so you didn’t. They were a different breed, something made clear by all their reactions to the world turning on its head.

“It was good…that department store is starting to have less and less.” You spoke to the blonde as you unloaded your pack, already missing the discouraged look on her face.

“B-but you shouldn’t worry Miss! Sebastian and the Master are already working to find a new place!”

“Oh…good.”

You appreciated Finny’s attempt to lift her spirits but you feared it was all in vain. When you were allowed to go on trips you could easily distinguish the severe lack of supplies it had originally been the hub for. You suspected another, larger group had found it and weren’t afraid to ransack the place. If that were the case, it could mean there were others who’d be willing to help survive. Others to pull their affection from you.

Having unpacked your bag and finished tying down the supplies in their rightful place, you plop on one of the seats designated as your bed. Nuzzling into the planklike surface of the old bus seat. You tried to ignore the thought of the millions that had previously sat on this nearly months before.

“Why y’all lookin’ so glum?”

“Bard!”

Finny cheered, launching himself into the chest of the cook. Returning the hug the two would begin to excitedly recount the number of zombies they offed. A game they started when they went on supply runs together. Not long after Mey-Rin followed suit, too busy stumbling over the stairs of the bus to speak properly.

“We oughta make an official tally for ya, yes we should!”

“If we did, everyone would see how I’m sweepin’ the floor with ya!”

“That’s not true, it's not! I’m doing better than yous, I did!”

You hummed to yourself almost relaxed by their familiar squabbling, you let your eyes close. Listening to the steps going deeper into the bus before attempting to lightly tap away, you figured they must have figured you were trying to sleep.

So sweet. You almost felt bad tricking them.

“Feeling relaxed, (Y/n)?”

Your eyes snapped open to Sebastian Michaelis who was leaning over you with a knowing smirk. Settling your beating heart with a hand over it, you sat up. Straightening out your position as his red eyes seemed to follow you.

“S-seb, you scared me!”

“How was your run today? Successful and uneventful I hope.” “Yeah, it was okay…”

You trailed off as you crossed your arms over your chest. It was normal for him to probe like this, even before the zombie apocalypse. He’d always catch you alone with this intense look in his eyes that had you demanding all of what he wanted. In a gross way, it was hypnotic. Others who have had the misfortune pleasure of coming across your co-worker would fondly recall his crimson gaze. You could do no such thing.

Especially when it was attached to someone who obviously saw himself as more than you. Challenging your authority, in the guise of being a mere colleague. And of course, as the senior in the workplace, you expected that but not in life in general.

“Reporting Sebastian! It was all clear! Not a single scratch!” Finny explained with a not-a-mock salute, smiling wider as the butler smiled at him.

“Good.” He leaned in closer to you bringing his voice lower. “So why do you need that pocket knife?”

You had half a mind to curse him right then and there but the others were already turned away from you to focus on something else. No use bringing their nonsensical input. You held your ground tucking the folded weapon under you as a deterrent.

“Why not? The world’s going crazy and I have a right to want to protect myself.”

He looked at you like you were stupid.

“Don’t you remember we said that we’d protect you? It’s an insult to our capabilities for you to hold on to something so useless.”

“Be insulted. I’m not who you guys are hired to protect, not to mention there’s no doubt going to be more…stressed scavengers looking for food. With the Department store running low, this weapon may very well save my life.”

Sebastian’s eyes narrowed at you initiating a silent bout of wills. You held his gaze while keeping a hand on your pocket knife. Knowing him, it wouldn’t be hard to distract you while he swiped it from underneath.

He stopped, tilting his head to the side, closing his eyes in a tight-lipped smile.

“Fine then. For now, you can keep it with you. But the moment we leave this area you’ll be relieving it from your possession.”

With that, he stepped away no doubt to help the on-comers who followed or more accurately clung to the young noble. Soma, a prince who happened to be in the area, was quickly ascending the bus steps hand-in-hand with Ciel. It isn’t long before Agni follows suit, waiting until the both of them were on the bus before shutting the door close, using the snipe to look out the window.

“Come on Ciel! I’ll have to show you all my latest finds. Oh hi (Y/n)!”

“Hi, Soma.”

Ciel went to say something only to be pulled away deeper into the bus. Occupying the cot and pulling back the curtain Sebastian had arranged for him Soma happily dumped the contents of his bag on Ciel’s caught. You turned away stifling your laughter as you could see the red overtaking his cheeks.

You instead watched the way Agni and Sebastian sent speculative glares to something or more likely someone outside. Groping the pocket knife in your hand you hoped you wouldn’t have to use it.

Everyone began to settle down with the falling of the sun, having eaten and barricading the bus’ entryways. You still seemed to have trouble settling down, mostly on the account that Agni and Sebastian were both active.

It was normal for Sebastian to roam at night, he did it often on your overnight stays. Surely, it's been heightened because of the Zombie apocalypse, which demanded his presence be known. This begs the question was he purposely not making himself known before. Agni mirrored him fully tense and prepared to fight in what should have been the safety of the bus.

You were tired but not that tired.

“Hey, what’s the matter?”

They didn’t bother turning to you, completely well aware of your creeping steps over the sleeping troupe. Agni spoke first.

“Many of us have been followed by this fellow for a while. My guess is that he’s a scavenger.”

You looked out the window they hadn’t blocked, failing to find whoever he was speaking of. But this was Agni, he’d never lie over something like that.

“Why not rest (Y/n)? We’ll handle them should they attempt to move forward.”

You glared at him or at his silhouette annunciated by his eyes which weren’t looking at you. He was doing it again. This undermining is an overprotective suggestion he’d do before steering you into a corner. A useless corner for the useless au pair.

“Why can’t you trust me, Sebastian?”

His gaze shifts to you, fully focused on you.

“Whatever do you mean?”

“Why do you keep pushing me out of the way like I’m not an adult myself? I’m not Ciel, in fact, I help you care for him so why do you act like I’m so helpless all the time?”

You could visualize the smile that was spreading across his face.

“I think you misunderstand my intentions towards you.”

“Am I?”

“You equate my care for you to be on par with that of Ciel.”

“Right?”

“I won’t shy from it, I care for you on an intensely different level (Y/n). Which naturally has me prioritizing your safety, can’t I have that luxury?”

“Not in a Zombie apocalypse you can’t…”

You stole a look at Agni who looked incredibly uncomfortable like a family friend in a couple’s spat. Sighing you turned to Sebastian’s silhouette putting a hand on his back.

“Just believe in me some more okay?... And maybe I’ll appreciate your efforts a bit more.”

With a light pat to the back, you walked over to the ammunition corner taking to doing general upkeep on the arsenal.

Thankfully in the darkness of your shelter, you didn’t have to witness the fumes of obsession spiraling off the butler.

It’s nice to be heard every once in a while.

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“Hello peasants, we’ve come to make a proposition for all of you!”

“Who let this idiot into the bus!?”

That was a good question. The blonde noble you only recognized from the various competitions Ciel was meant to attend, was making the declaration while standing on the seats. Ciel was clenching his fists, turning a dangerous shade of red as everyone spoke their piece.

“Well hello there, you look around master’s age, you do!”

“Oh my goodness there’s three of them and they all look the same!”

“No, we’re not.”

“A little bit kinda.”

“Not at all you’re wacked in the head.”

Sebastian was glaring intensely at the boy’s butler, while his maid was smiling at an on-guard Agni. It was an odd dynamic to wake up to. Something that wasn’t solitary to living with them during a Zombie apocalypse,

“You guys let’s all settle down and talk this through.” You gestured to the outside where the streams of the undead limped about. “Which sure beats alerting them.”

“Ahh (Y/n)! You’re still alive! Always so cool! C’mon Claude let’s sit next to them!”

Darting across everyone he was hugging you clinging to your arm as he chose a place to sit, no doubt worsening Ciel’s mood. In direct competition, Ciel took to your otherside slyly slipping his hand into yours.

“Ahem, (Y/n) is right we should attempt to peacefully discuss your intrusion.”

“Intrusion!? How rude! (Y/n) we were in danger and had nowhere else to go!”

“Don’t cling to them like that!”

You sent a look to Sebastian eager to usher everyone into a calmer state. Hopefully you could end this without bloodying your hands.

[Continue?]

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irides-solstice · 2 months

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‿̩͙‿ ༺ 🕷 ༻ ‿̩͙‿

You shriek as a tight pull on your hair forces you to lift your head. Your puffy eyes finally greeting his golden sunset like eyes. "Now darling was that so hard?" He droned out bored, caging his arms around you. He speaks to you in a tone dripped with scorn, before he sharply inhales to relax himself. You should have kept yourself in check. It's his fault really, how can he leave you alone for that long and not expect what was essentially a temper tantrum.

Yet you can't stop your heart from fluttering at the extra attention. Yes, you were acting like a brat, but really all you wanted was his attention... Despite his anger, the velvety texture of his voice was soothing to you.

Lulling you into a false sense of tranquillity. Seeing your lack of a response, his eyes only got that much sterner. Afterall, if you can't behave yourself in public... Perhaps he should lend a hand.

What good is an unruly pet?

‿̩͙‿ ༺ 🕷 ༻ ‿̩͙‿

#Ch: Claudiee 💝✨#Black Butler #kuroshitsuji #claude faustus #black butler imagines #claude faustus x reader #Kuroshitsuji imagines #Anime imagines #Manga #Anime #Brat reader #drabble #claude x reader #Claude faustus x reader #yandere claude #oops I forgot this acc existed and literally just realised I should post more-#Black butler x reader #ᴛʜɴx ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ 💟✨

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random-yandere-fandom · 2 years

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First things first. Your blog is amazing! You are so talented and wonderful! I'm in love...

If it is ok with you, can i have yandere Sebastian and Claude with mother S/o? Like, a little demon was adopted by a woman (maybe a witch?), and she raised him, as her own son. She treats him with respect and understanding. She loves him, no matter how mature and powerful a demon her son is.

Thank you so much ♡

You fluster me, thanks so much!

And I'm gonna be honest here. I had a very similar daydream to that very specific trope, so I'm gonna take all that brain work and put it into this. Have two very random meetings with both of them and some fluffy haedcanons

Part two

Platonic yandere Sebastian with his mother

Did you ever have any touches with the supernatural? Of course. Constantly. You were a witch. You were the supernatural. The magical. The one sitting in front of a baby demon.

Stumbling upon this little monstrosity, black shadowy things grasping around two glowing eyes was, well, sure to fully wake you up on this fine morning. You couldn’t help but stare into it’s eyes, red and intense and still so young. This one couldn’t be older than a few months, or otherwise it, he?, would have hidden his nature at least somehow. That brought you to a very important question. How did he get here? Into your room? Next to your bed? Peering at you from a pretty low angle thanks to his low height.

There seemed to be no murderous intent from his side, and so you did what had saved your ass numerous times now. Standing up you walk past the demon, heading straight for the bathroom before closing the door before taking some calming breaths. First step, find a way out. His eyes had followed you. You had caught the interest of a demon, and it didn’t seem like he would leave any time soon, you could feel his presence on the same spot as before. Second step, analyzing the situation.

Finally, the third step, confrontation. Turning the door knob you steeled yourself, reentering your room before once again making eye contact. Deciding to just talk with him, because, why not, worst case scenario and you would still be able to defend yourself, you sit crisscross in front of him. He was a curious little thing, eyes looking directly at you no matter from what side you looked at him, as if the organs were moving in the black mass of his body just to follow you. Only problem, he didn’t talk. It was a very one-sided conversation. His responses were more of an acknowledgement that you said something than giving away any information, and when he refused to budge you decided to just go about your day.

It was when you returned to bed at the very evening that you once again paid attention to him. He hadn’t moved much and you still didn’t know what to do about him. He was a demon. You were a witch. This started to sound like a bad joke and you were seriously debating if it was possible that someone left him here to mess with you.

By the 4th evening of him just sitting there and you doing your own stuff you finally admitted it to yourself. That demon was here to stay. He was young. Maybe you could raise him, help him, and let’s be honest, in his own weird and creepy way he was somewhat cute. Adorable even. You wanted to pinch his cheek if only he had any. Maybe when he turned into something else than those shadows for the first time.

Thus began the journey (well, the two of you mostly stayed in your cottage and its surroundings) of you raising the little thing. You had no experience in raising a living (can a demon be considered living?) being besides your plants and the one or two pets, but in times like these you took a deep breath and reminded yourself that you were lucky you were a witch, and not some random human who would have absolutely no idea what to do. Still, there were hurdles to overcome, you had to teach him basically everything and while he was a very hardworking guy, he seemed to have no understanding of anything at all, starting at zero, which made you wonder what he did before his adoption.

You taught him many things, reading, writing, different languages and most importantly, and his seemingly most favourite lesson - not that he could tell you, he struggled with changing forms and making coherent sounds - fighting. You figured that the little one would need something to eat in due time and since you didn’t want him to get hurt, especially by any reapers, you thought you might as well do what you can so he could protect himself later on.

It was after a few months that you woke up one morning, checking on your little one in his room that you felt truly worried for the first time. He was gone. No where to be found. You searched everywhere, turning more and more frantic with each passing second as horrible scenarios ran through your mind. Damn it, he was still so young, anything could have happened to him.

It was when you were rushing to check outside that something tugged on your clothes. Turning around you were met with the most adorable sight ever. A small boy with chubby cheeks, black soft hair and red eyes looking up at you nearly gave you a heart attack. You took a moment to analyze the situation before hugging the little one, arms squeezing tight before congratulating him on finally changing forms for the first time. His next and first words truly sealed the deal, a small and happy “Mama” escaping his lips.

To say you spoiled him was an understatement. He liked cats, boom, you got two purring new additions to the household. You still explained to him the importance of contracts though, of how dignified demons only ate the souls of those they aided in whatever way they wished before. So, you couldn’t help but celebrate his first ever successful deal, praising him and petting his hair when he ran into your awaiting embrace.

You wanted to make sure that he always knew that he could come to you if there were any problems, that you’d always have his back. You encouraged and supported his every step, crying when he left for his first bigger contract even though he reassured you that he would be back soon. He would send letters to keep you updated and visited ever so often, bringing gifts from all around the world, many of which you could use for spells and the like, and then helping you in the household.

When he first began talking about how demons like him had no emotions you looked so heartbroken that he promised to himself to never say so again, defying his former words by comforting you as quickly as possible. When the witch hunts started he refused to leave your side, only accepting fast deals to keep himself sustained before returning to your side, making sure that no one with bad intentions or, well, anyone for that fact, ever got close to his mother.

In his mind there was no one worthy of your time, you were very happy with your little family, thank you very much. No doubts, he was one hell of a son, you always laughed at that little joke of his, and you were his mother, the one person he’d protect with everything he got, knowing that you would do the same for him.

Platonic yandere Claude with his mother

There was a reason you lived in a forest, far away from civilization. You loved the calm, peaceful atmosphere that allowed you to focus on your work and do your own stuff. You expected birds to wake you up with their chirping and you crocheting your own things when you grew bored. You expected to care for your herbs and the distinct sound of rustling leaves to accompany your day. You did not expect a young demon to turn up on your path when you were simply taking a walk.

You watched as it moved around a bit, going this way before going that way, seeming to be uninterested in your presence. It was obvious that it had noticed you though with its unwillingness to get closer to you and it didn’t take a genius to figure out that it was uncomfortable with the situation. Still, it didn’t seem quite ready to just flee and deciding that you could use someone to talk to, even if it’s a demon child, you scooped the black mass that froze at the touch in your arms before promptly turning back to your little home. It wiggled a bit as you reassured it, promising to do no harm as too many eyes stared up at you.

The little one was adorable, you decided. It acted apathetic most of the time, doing what it was told as you taught it everything you deemed important enough. However, you had grown to understand him well, a twitch of a shadow, an eye staring for too long, suddenly tensing up for only a fraction of a moment, all of his movements betrayed how he really felt. Even when you showed him how to fully control himself, he was nothing but an open book to you. His pronouns for example, which you used to switch around all the time, were quickly decided when you noticed which he reacted to the most positively.

Even after months there was an awkward air around him, despite your many attempts to get him to loosen up. Still, you had quickly grown attached to him, spoiling him in any way you could think of, praising each of his accomplishments and encouraging him when he seemed to lack passion.

It took a lot of time, but it was undeniable that he, too, had grown closer to you. He was more expressive, worked noticeably harder and helped around the household without needing to be asked. What had you gushing over him was when he searched for physical contact himself, one of his shadowy arms reaching to grasp your hand or sitting on your lap when you crocheted, which he quickly learned by the way. By now he was also wearing the little crocheted beanie you had made him which, mind you, was extremely cute.

It was also the reason you recognized him immediately when instead of the black blob to great you at morning you were woken up by a small child tugging on your arm. His face was expressionless, his voice almost monotone but he hugged you back when you wrapped your arms around him, burying his small face into your side as he spoke to you for the first time ever, mumbling a small good morning. He then proceeded to call you mother and while that made you feel old you appreciated it nonetheless.

While your son wasn’t big on showing affection, preferring it when you simply iniciated it by carrying him around for example, he had other ways to show his love. You almost cried when he prepared a meal for you out of nowhere, the food shaping the most charming heart you had ever seen. You definitely cried when the little one gifted you a self made beanie that matched the one you made him, telling your son how much you loved him as he awkwardly comforted you.

You found that your hobby, crocheting, went awfully well for your son, which was fitting seeing as he was a spider demon. His first present was followed by many others and soon you had enough blankets to cover every surface in your home. Once he noticed that you had more than enough, not that you would ever say it, you adored each and every one of them, he went over to make you clothes. His pride was fueled by your praise as you complimented and wore each of them, almost your whole wardrobe soon replaced by his designs.

There were times he threw tantrums, but it was expected as he was still young. Especially when he felt that you paid too much attention to something other than him, he would get, well, temperamental. A hug would usually placate him, as well as the promise of only needing a few more minutes that were not debatable before you would once again put your entire attention on him.

When it was finally time for his first contract you had helped to select the soul, by his request. He had made sure to return quickly, grinning when you welcomed him with open arms. It went on like that for a long time, sometimes you even went along for what the two of you called “mother-son-vacation”. You ignored all the times unfortunate humans believed they could take advantage of you, thieves and the like being cut by seemingly invisible strings before they could even get close. Sometimes you scolded him for almost being caught, each he accepted with a pout and you watched happily as your son grew more stealthy over time.

From the times you didn’t go with him, which were most of the time, he brought stories and souvenirs. You will never forget the day he returned and proudly presented his new skill, tap dancing. Afterwards he taught you how to the entire day, and the two of you spend the next month randomly breaking out into dancing, the sounds of shoes clacking against ground and laughter and in his case, chuckles and sometimes even childish giggles, filling the air.

One day you noticed that the forest you lived in had been filled with traps, sharp strings formed like webs being hung from tree to tree, decorating them in admittedly beautiful handiwork. The culprit was quick to explain, telling you of the witch hunts that had risen up all around Europe, your kin and humans alike being enveloped by burning embers, truly horrific deaths caused by ignorance and fear. While you did thank him, you also made him remake every trap from scratch so no animals may be harmed, a lesson he got for not discussing it with you beforehand.

Otherwise your days are extremely peaceful, your son with you whenever he could, simply enjoying your days together. It was exactly how the both of you liked it, and the both of you would protect this peace and each other as much as you could. Even when he argued that as your son he had the duty to protect you while you refuted that, as the parent, you were the one to carry that responsibility.

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Yandere Headcanons | Our!Ciel, Sebastian, Alois & Claude

thank you for requesting, anon!

reader is assumed as being gender neutral

note : this was requested to my old yandere blog so i hope the anon actually sees this… oops!

Alois Trancy

alois is already a very emotionally unstable and impulsive person, but if he were to become a yandere those traits would be exaggerated to a terrifying extent and used to manipulate those around him. so, needless to say, his response to seeing his beloved being treated so poorly would be very dramatic.

it must have happened at a gala hosted by another nobleman - somewhere that he wasn’t in control and he had to socialise and, thus, couldn’t spend every second clinging to you

regardless of how far away he has to be, alois will always make a point to periodically check up on you himself and will shamelessly have claude or hannah watch over you the whole time

in fact it was one of them who alerted him as to what was going on and led him over to you - at which point he promptly blew up on the offending party

he’ll approach them, red in the face and begin promptly yelling at them - making threats he doesn’t care to mask for daring to even look at you with anything but reverence

just know that you won’t be seeing them again and if alois has his way they’ll be nothing but a pile of sinew and gore by the end of the night

he is a very possessive man and he won’t let you out of his sight after this - so good luck finding any time to yourself when you go out (if he even allows you to)

Our!Ciel Phantomhive

unlike alois, ciel is much more calm and stoic in his approach to social situations, but he’s equally as likely to have you stick by his side throughout the event’s duration - partially as a possessive tendency and partially because it’s good for his image as a nobleman and business owner. so it would be equally amusing and offensive that someone dared to talk to the earl’s spouse in such a demeaning way.

he will treat it like a personal attack and will immediately approach the offending party very calmly, but there will be a very cold almost challenging glint in his eye and a dark edge to his voice that let them know exactly what they have done

will wrap one arm tightly around your waist and keep you close to him, passing you a drink but not looking away from the other person as he assesses them - asking them about their family or business

it’s a simple warning, but it gets the point across; ciel could ruin them so they’d best tread lightly

this is usually enough to send someone scurrying away with their tail between their legs as they meekly apologise and excuse themselves - leaving your possessive partner all the more proud of himself and sticking to your side for the remainder of the night

though he’d never actually let someone get away with treating his property like that, so you can safely guarantee that their reputation will be in tatters by the end of the month - unless they’re willing to work for him, of course…

Claude Faustus

claude is a much more subtly threatening presence in that he’d glare at and coldly threaten anyone that came near you, so how someone got close enough to harass you is a mystery. the most likely scenario is that they approached you when he was called away to tend to alois.

he would have heard every single word they said and, likewise, would have been able to witness your response and discomfort firsthand even if you couldn’t actually see him or feel his presence

now it wasn’t necessarily what they were saying that caught his attention but the fact that they had the audacity to approach something that belongs to him - the content of what was said only ticked him off further

but as long as the gala continues, he’s unable to move from his post so he’ll do what he can to stay around you and glare darkly at the offending party before promptly dealing with them once his majesty has been put to bed (and being as merciless as one could expect from a demon such as him)

that being said, claude is the most sadistic yandere of this small group and would punish you as well as your harasser - he understands that you were forced into the interaction (he isn’t stupid) but in his eyes you should know better than to look at anyone but him and are deserving of punishment for breaking his rules

so… yeah, prepare for a very long night

Sebastian Michaelis

whilst sebastian is equally sadistic as claude, he prefers to take an emotionally manipulative route to keeping you with him - viewing you as a possession of his, below him but above your fellow humans by the reason of him claiming you. so although he wouldn’t be able to spend the evening with you, he trusts you (and his effect on you) enough to be able to turn down anyone that approaches you.

the moment he catches sight of your discomfort and the person harassing you, he politely dismisses himself from the noblemen he was entertaining - citing a need to prepare something or another for his master before rushing to your side

much like ciel, he’d demonstrate your relationship by greeting you with a kiss to the cheek and a hand on your waist

then he’d address the other person, putting his charming facade to good use as he converses with them (offering a great deal of flattery and alcohol as he does so)

after a while, he’d usher you away and tell you to get some rest before returning to his duties - returning to the offender every so often to ensure they’re as intoxicated as possible

by the end of the night, they’d be unable to stand up on their own and more than willing to accept the aide of the kindly phantomhive butler; the same butler that would take them up to a guest room and promptly traumatise them by carefully exposing parts of his true nature

he’d not-so-sweetly command them to leave the estate the next morning and never return lest he be forced to kill them before knocking them out and returning to your shared room - more than eager to use this experience as another example as to why you need him as your partner

sadly he wouldn’t be allowed to kill him under ciel’s contract, but the inebriation and unstable demeanour he pushed them to have would ensure that nobody would believe them even if they did decide to share their nightmarish experience at the manor

after all, who would believe the word of a drunk?

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