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Fictober update

So apparently Tumblr decided to be an arse and not post my Kuroshitsuji fictober entries. It gives an error every time I try to post them now. And it's weird because it does let me post stuff like this. I'll upload them as soon as Tumblr gets its stuff together. Sigh.

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11. Wander

This work is part of a Kuroshitsuji Fictober series. For more info, click here.

She had forgotten what warm meals tasted like. Most of the things she found to eat came stale out of the trash. Tossed away by others without a second thought. Others who knew the next evening there would be plenty to cook again. She could smell their brewings through open windows and doorways. Her mouth would water, tiny droplets falling down her torn, dirty skirt much like the rain. On those rainy days she had to find shelter, which was almost as difficult as scavenging food. Most people would shun her on sight. She wasn’t allowed indoors anywhere. The puddles would soak her socks in her soleless shoes as she made her way down the cobblestone streets, looking for a place to hide from the bad weather. She would huddle under window sills of shops, just out of sight for the shop owners. Until customers would rat her out, followed by her being chased away again. She thought such fate would await her yet again while crouching down in front of a famous candy store. She did not understand sweets. She had seen other children her age, with better clothing and washed faces, toying with the colourful wrappers and popping them in their mouth. But hardly any had the size that she deemed fit to really be able to satisfy hunger. Hunger… Her stomach growled along with the thunder that was now heard overhead. She looked around as people hurried from one shop to the other, trying to stay out of the rain. A mother and son walked up to the door next to her. The little boy pointed at her as they walked by, the mother looking appalled and pulled him away. They entered the shop. She had just moments before she would be shouted at. She braced for it. Sure enough, a little while later the boy and his mother left, and the shop owner peeped around the doorframe. “Hey there little miss.” She quickly got up, ready to make a run for it. “What are you doing out here in the rain?” The shop owner asked. Confused, she looked around to face him. “I have no home,” she blatantly stated. The shop owner stared at her with pity. “Such a young girl to be wandering so alone on the streets. Why don’t you come inside until the rain is over,” the owner smiled. The girl blinked. “Won’t you chase me away? Or call the police?” “Of course not. The Funtom Sweets Shop is here especially for children! That includes you too.” Unsure what to say, she followed the man inside. He offered her a stool. “Here. Have a seat,” the owner gestured. She sat down, looking around in awe. The display viewed from outside already held promise of all sorts of bewilderment, but seeing the inside, lined with racks of candy in all colours and sizes, was far beyond what she had imagined. “Of course, how silly of me. Since you live on the streets, you must have barely any idea what sweets are,” the owner said as he walked around the counter. He put on a glove and took out what looked like a big spoon. He walked over to one of the containers in the corner, and scooped something out. Then he walked back over to her. “Put your hand out.” Hesitantly, she obeyed. He dropped a few pink balls in her hands. She looked at them, bewildered. “Go on then, have a taste,” he encouraged her. She put them in her lap and picked one up between her thumb and index finger. Looking one last time at the shop owner for confirmation, she put one on her tongue. She never tasted anything so sweet.

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10. Fortune

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“Be careful. He’s a real troublemaker, this one is,” Abberline told the warden as he locked the door to a prison cell. The figure that just walked in there looked really intriguing with his sparkling purple hair and piercing blue eyes. “Don’t get fooled by his antics, Reginald. His name is Blavat Sky, and he’s as charming as he is dangerous,” Abberline nodded as he saw Reginald stare. Then, he left. Dangerous? Compared to his own size and posture, the prisoner seemed fairly harmless. Reginald resumed gazing at the man in the cell, albeit a bit wary. The young man, though, didn’t seem to mind, as he was staring at the wall, unfazed and humming to himself. Reginald raised an eyebrow. Seeing as there was no point trying to converse with someone who wasn’t even interested in making eye contact, he resumed reading his newspaper. Soon, it was tea time, and the catering lady served out tea. Reginald took a refreshing sip. “Ugh, she never knows how to properly strain the tea, does she?” “Was that tea made from tea leaves by any chance?” A voice suddenly called from the cell. Reginald nearly choked on his tea in surprise, soaking his mustache with the liquid. “And what is it to you?” He grumbled, while wiping himself clean with a handkerchief. Blavat seemed unimpressed by his snarky mood. “I can read fortunes, you know,” He shrugged. “As if I’d believe in such a load of codswallop,” Reginald replied, resuming his drink. “Then where’s the harm in trying? It’s not like you or I are going anywhere…” Blavat pouted. Reginald sighed. “And what are you planning on telling me?” Blavat chuckled. “I can’t tell anything until you’ve finished the tea. Reginald regarded him with caution, but then downed the rest of the liquid. “And what now?” He skeptically asked. “Drain the last drops on your saucer, then hand the cup to me.” Reginald shifted in his chair. “Sorry son, I’m not allowed to hand anything to the prisoners. "Aw, come on. What harm am I supposed to do with a teacup? Shatter it?” Reginald pondered for a while, but then handed the teacup to Blavat, the words from Abberline echoing in his head. “But you better not try anything suspicious,” he warned. “Don’t worry,” Blavat said absentmindedly while he twirled the cup around in his hands. “I see... An Axe. You have a wife, don’t you?” Blavat looked up at Reginald, who stared into his bright blue eyes with a mixture of disbelief and awe. “Y-Yes, Marigold. What about her?” Blavat smiled. “Don’t worry, it’s no bad news. The sickness she has will soon fade.” Reginald let out the breath he’d been holding in relief. Blavat continued as if he didn’t notice. “And this little bird tells me you might go on a trip soon.” Reginald now threw caution in the wind as he answered. “That might actually be true. Marigold has been so sick she hasn’t been able to visit her family in Liverpool for some time. Who knows when she’s better, we can go there together.” Blavat once again smiled all the while Reginald was talking. Then, he looked back at the cup and his expression fell. “Uh oh…” Reginald’s eyes opened wide in shock and fear. “I-Is there something wrong?” “Well, the last symbol is an arrow, a sign of bad news. The bad news usually comes from the direction the arrow points in.” Reginald leaned forward. “Well? where does it point to?” Blavat held the cup out to Reginald so he could see for himself. The arrow pointed directly behind him. With a snap, Reginald turned around to find two figures standing behind him. They must have snuck in while he was listening intently to Blavat and let his guard down. Before he could react, one of the figures struck him in the head, making his vision blur and his knees buckle. While laying there on the floor, he was still conscious just long enough to hear Blavat scold the figures for how late they were.

#fanfiction #fanfic #black butler #kuroshitsuji #spoilers #fictober #blavat sky #abberline #prison #divination #tasseography #manga

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9. Bounce

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In the sport of cricket, a bouncer (or bumper) is a type of short-pitched delivery, usually bowled by a fast bowler, which bounces once and then reaches the batter at head-height.

A nice summer breeze made the leaves on the tree overhead dance. Vincent yawned, the grass tickling his cheeks. Today’s lazy afternoon consisted of listening to the birds in the trees, the buzzing of the bees and the low grumbling of the individual that sat next to him. Diederich was deeply immersed in a notebook, alternating between writing and grabbing sandwiches off of the plate next to him, mumbling all the while. “Third man… Hmm… Who should I put there?” Vincent chuckled softly at the ramblings of his companion. “Crawford? Crawford isn’t a great cover…” Vincent rolled over to his stomach. “Hey Die…” Diedrich didn’t seem to notice him calling out as he continued. “When should Midford bat?” “Diedrich,” Vincent tried again. “Maybe Sutton could go for the long stop…” “Diedrich! Someone is stealing your sandwiches!” Vincent shouted. Diedrich looked around for his plate, alarmed. “Hm? What!” Vincent laughed. Diedrich’s frown became even deeper. “What was that for, Mole?” Vincent smiled broadly. “Teach me how to play cricket.” Diedrich nearly dropped the notebook he was holding. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying that the tournament is only weeks away, and I don’t know how to play,” Vincent shrugged. “You’re joking. You made a wager with me, knowing full well how good I am, and you don’t even know how to play? And now you expect the person you wagered against to help you?” The vein on Diedrich’s temple was starting to throb. “Well, it wouldn’t be very fair if you’d know how to, and I wouldn't, right?” Vincent blinked, portraying innocence. Diedrich rubbed his forehead and sighed. “I guess… I guess you got a point…” Vincent crawled up and sat down next to Diedrich. “Thank you, Die. That’s very kind of you.” Diedrich shielded his notebook. “You better not try anything funny.”

The next afternoon, The two boys went to the cricket field to practice. Diedrich was a stern but effective teacher, and within an hour, Vincent was batting like a true professional. “I’ve got to hand it to you, Mole. You’re a fast learner,” Diedrich said. They switched places so that Diedrich was batting, and Vincent was bowling. “Now you’ll want to bowl the ball somewhere within this frame…” Diedrich drew an imaginary rectangle with his bat. “To make sure it’s valid.” “I’ll try!” Vincent replied enthusiastically. Diedrich prepared himself, and Vincent threw. “Woah! Are you sure this is your first time?” Diedrich asked, after barely being able to bat a very fast ball. “I guess I’m a natural,” Vincent said with a smile. Diedrich got in position again. Vincent smirked, and aimed. “What do you think you’re doing!” Diedrich cried out as Vincent’s ball bounced off the ground and went for his head. He took a dive sidewards to avoid it. “Oh? Isn’t that allowed?” Vincent asked. Diedrich looked livid. “Now you listen. I don’t know what you’re trying to pull here, but that’s one very dangerous trick and it’s barely legal to use-” “So it was a legal throw then?” Vincent repeated his cause, cutting Diedrich off. Diedrich gritted his teeth. “You’re an absolute menace, Vincent Phantomhive. I knew something was up.” “I look forward to our match too, Die,” Vincent smiled.

#black butler #fanfic #fanfiction #kuroshitsuji #fictober #vincent phantomhive #weston college #blue miracle #sapphire owl #green lion #diedrich #cricket #midford #manga

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8. Toad

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This work may contain spoilers for those not up to date with the manga.

“Mother, can I please come along? Please? I promise I won’t get anywhere near the water…” The young boy looked at his mother with pleading blue eyes. His trembling lip was pouting, and he pulled on her skirt. “Are you sure it’s such a great idea? You’ve just gotten over your illness and this time of year still, even being near the water can be too much on your health.” “but I’ll be fine as long as I dress warm enough and stay on the banks of the creek. Please mommy? I want to play with Ciel!” His mother sighed. “Fine, but as soon as you’re feeling unwell we’re returning home and you’ll be on bedrest for a week again!” The boy cheered and dashed out of the room to tell his brother. Soon, they arrived at the creek. After they enjoyed a little picnic, Ciel tugged on his brother’s hand. “Come on, let’s go look for some frog spawn!” The two ran off as their mother shouted. “Don’t run off too far!” They waved at her and continued on their path until they reached a little branch-off from the creek. “Last time I went with Lizzy, there was loads of frog spawn around here,” Ciel explained as he sat down on his knees. His brother adjusted his scarf and did the same. “Does that mean there are frogs around here as well?” He asked. “Of course there are! We can try to catch those as well, but they’re usually too fast… Ah, here is some spawn!” Ciel pointed at a small puddle of goop. He gently scooped it up and showed it to his brother. “That is a lot of baby frogs!” He said. Ciel nodded as he sat it back down in the water. As he made the water ripple, some frogs leapt out of it. “Woah!” Ciel exclaimed. His brother bounced backwards. “Oof!” “Are you alright?” Ciel asked worriedly. His brother nodded. “I see what you mean with them being fast. They surprised me too…” He looked around to see where the frogs disappeared to, when he noticed something. “Look at that big one over there!” He pointed at a patch of mud, where a big, fat amphibian was perched in the morning rays coming through the trees. Ciel laughed. “You silly, that’s a toad, not a frog.” “Is there a difference?” His brother blinked in surprise. “Toads aren’t as fast as frogs, but they are bigger. And they’re not as slimy.” Ciel looked at his brother, who was getting back on his feet. “So that means we can catch it!” He said, a determined look on his face. “Are you sure it’s a good idea? Your health-” His brother cut in. “I’ll be fine as long as I stay away from the water.” Ciel, still not fully convinced, nodded and followed his brother, who slowly walked over to the toad. Making sure it didn’t notice him so he could pounce on it. “Careful…” Ciel whispered. His brother shushed him. Then, he leapt. “Gotcha!” He shouted as he caught the toad, but the creature wasn’t too agreeable. It tried to wriggle free and ultimately won that fight, causing the little boy to all over backwards and into the creek. “Oh no!” Ciel cried out as he crawled down to get his brother out of the water, who was coughing and struggling. Ciel grabbed him by his scarf and dragged him back onto the grass. “This is bad…” Ciel moaned. “What will mom and dad say when they see you like this?” “It’s my own fault… I tried to catch the toad…” His brother comforted him. “Could you… help me get back? It’s probably best to get some medicine before I get sick again….” Ciel supported his brother as they walked back to their parents. After a thorough scolding, the promised bed rest was re-established. But instead of just laying down all day in bed, Ciel made sure his little brother had something to look at. A fishbowl full of frog spawn.

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7. Drip

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It was a boring and dreary day in the London townhouse. Prince Soma was seated in a chair near the window. Supposed to be reading, but his mind kept wandering to the dark clouds outside. He loathed the British weather. Then Agni walked in, holding a tray of beverages and refreshments. “My prince, are you done reading?” Soma tossed the book aside. “It’s no use Agni, I cannot concentrate. This sad weather is making my head hurt.” Agni sat the tray down and gave the prince a smile. “Then let’s have a break, your highness. You’ll feel much better after.” Soma sat up right and took a bun from the platter. The pair fell silent as they were chewing. Suddenly, Agni snapped his head to the side, alerted. “Is something the matter?” Soma asked. “I thought I heard… There it is again!” Soma frowned and listened to his surroundings. “Ah!” Soma said after he heard what Agni meant. There was a faint ticking noise coming from somewhere in the room. The pair sprang up and started looking for the source of the sound. “My prince, over here!” Agni pointed at a corner of the ceiling. There, one of the pipes was dripping water into one of the vases perched atop the cupboard. “Oh no! What do we do?” Soma folded his hands into fists. “We could call a plumber,” Agni suggested. “No! Then Ciel will think I broke something again. We’ll have to find a way to fix this ourselves.” “But… We have no knowledge about any of this…” Agni scratched his head. Soma thought long and hard. “The library! There must be a book there!” He dashed out of the room with Agni in tow. Soon, they found a book on household chores and small repairs. “Hm… I don’t know. It looks a bit complicated, my prince…” Agni tried to back out, but Soma had too much enthusiasm. “All it says is to follow these easy steps to fasten the pipe again. There’s even pictures on how to do it, so let’s try!” They made their way back to the previous room carrying a ladder and some utensils. “Careful my prince, I don’t know how stable this ladder is.” “Don’t worry Agni, it will hold me up well enough.” Soma made his way up the ladder carrying a wrench. He tried to fasten the bolts on the pipe, but no matter how much he grunted and wriggled, they wouldn’t budge. “I don’t have the strength Agni. Maybe you should try.” Soma came down the ladder and switched places with Agni, who made his way up the ladder, holding the wrench. “Try and turn it clockwise! The book says ‘righty tighty lefty loosely!” Soma shouted from below. “It’s really stuck, your highness!” Agni said after trying to no avail. “Try to use your hand of God!” Soma suggested. “Jo ajna!” Agni unwrapped his right hand, and focused his energy on the wrench. With a powerful yank, the bolt finally moved… And so did the pipe. Agni’s force was so strong that the bolt broke loose, dragging the pipe along with it. Water flooded the chamber, soaking both males and the furniture. Soma stood there, with an expression of disbelief, water droplets dripping from his hair onto his face. “Would now be a good time to call the plumber, my prince?” Agni asked.

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6. Golden

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Snake looked at himself in the mirror. He was standing in a dress tent on the circus venue, trying on his very first performing costume, only… “Should it really be this… Revealing? Says Emily.” Snake looks at Joker, who was standing next to the tailor in a corner of the tent. He smiled. “Of course, how else are you planning on prancing those scales? You’re the snakeman of the circus after all.” Snake looked at himself in the mirror again. He was donning a loincloth made of some light, green material. Not much else. His chest shivered a little in the breeze wafting in the tent every now and then, caused by the wind. “I…” Snake bit his lip. Joker shook his head and looked at the tailor, who was eagerly awaiting their approval. “Could you leave us be for a moment?” Joker asked. The tailor left. Joker walked over to Snake, and carefully flung an arm around his shoulder, trying not to touch the snakes. “You know what I first saw when we met you in that cage?” Snake lowered his head and touched the scales on his right cheek. “On the contrary, dear friend,” Joker laughed as he lifted Snake’s chin with his free hand. “What I saw first were your eyes.” Snake blinked in surprise and looked into his own pupils. “Their golden colour is so bright and sparkling, they’re like little treasures m’lad. Of course, at the time we met, they weren’t shinin’ quite like they do now. Being well fed and healthy will do that to a person.” Joker likely shook Snake’s shoulders, who became flustered. “They now seem so eager to see the world, to make the most of their earned freedom. So don’t let their view be tainted by whatever they saw in that cage. The difference now is that people will be amazed by your talent, showcased by you on stage, instead of being disgusted by a filthy cage with a terrified boy in it. So why not make the most of it?” Snake felt tears welling in the back of his eyes, caused by Joker’s kind words. He rubbed them away, and then nodded. “Great! Then I’ll talk to the tailor to let him know we have a deal.” Joker let go of Snake’s shoulders. He then pointed to the make-up on the table on the left side of the tent. “If you’re feeling up to it, you can highlight your scales even further. They might be hard for the public to see when they’re sitting so far away.” Joker gave Snake a light pat on the back before walking out of the tent. Snake took a look at himself again in the mirror. His golden eyes were staring back at him. He never thought about it before, partially because he hadn’t been able to look into mirrors that much, but if Joker said that he was looking much better, then he’d trust his word for it. His white, toned body made a stark contrast with the dark green cloth. Curious, he walked over to the table, and found some green body paint. Unsure where to begin, he took a scoop of the stuff and rubbed it on his chest. The scales became green, just like those of the most typical snakes. He looked over at his friends, who seemed to nod. He took another, bigger scoop out of the jar and proceeded to smear himself. Once finished, he looked into the mirror again. Not only did the paint fit with the cloth, he thought to himself, it also matched with the colour of his eyes. Proud of his job, Snake left the tent. Tonight, he would debut as the snakeman, and he would put up a spectacular show. For Joker and his new found family.

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5. Map

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“Well then…” Sebastian adjusted his glasses using his pointing stick. Across from him, anxiously seated in their chairs, were the four subordinate servants of the Phantomhive household. “Since the trip to Germany was on such short notice, we never had the time to pick up topography lessons to teach you where we would be traveling to. So to prepare for future endeavors, we will be starting them now.” He pointed at a large sheet hung from the ceiling behind him. “Who can tell me what this is?” Finny’s hand eagerly shot in the air. “Oh, oh! Pick me! I know!” Sebastian indicated towards him, and Finny answered. “That’s a map of the world!” “Correct. Can you also tell me where we are at the moment?” Sebastian followed up. Finny frowned. Sebastian turned to the others. “Anyone else want to take a guess?” The four of them were at the edges of their seat, trying to find something recognizable on the map, but to no avail. Sebastian sighed. He pointed his stick at an island. “This is Great Britain. This part of Great Britain is England, and here in the south is where the estate is located.” The four of them blinked in surprise. “Oh, hello there home!” Finny waved at the spot Sebastian just pointed towards. “I knew it was smaller than the States, but I never knew it was so tiny…” Baldroy said. “Where is America?” Mey-Rin asked, searching further. “Well they say it’s westward so it must be somewhere over there, says Webster,” Snake gestures at the left part of the map. Sebastian Clapped in his hands. “Would you all settle down. Actually, Snake wasn’t too far off the mark. North America is right here.” Sebastian used his stick again and the four watched it slide across the map to stop at a big slab of land. “But we’ll discuss that another time.” The four looked disappointed. “But all that’s surrounding this country is bloody water!” Baldroy complained. “Not quite. This island doesn’t consist of England alone. There is also Scotland and Wales, and even Ireland is part of the United Kingdom.” “So… Then where is the Germany we traveled to?” Mey-Rin asked. “Germany is part of mainland Europe, right here. This is the distance we crossed by boat.” Sebastian let his stick slide across the map. “But those lines indicate there are other countries blocking the way. We couldn't have gone off board in Germany itself, says Keats,” Snake comments. “Correct again. We arrived on land at the docks of Rotterdam in The Netherlands. We traveled by train - this route - to get to Germany and then bought a carriage to get to the village in the woods.” “But that is still such a small part of the map! I want to see aaaaallll the countries!” Finny exclaimed while Sebastian looked at his pocket watch. “Well, for now you’ll have to make do with aaallll the chores waiting to be done. Class dismissed.” The four got up and left the room to get on with their daily tasks. Tanaka, who had been sitting in the corner listening to the lecture, had transformed into his true self. “Ho ho ho. It’s been a while since I’ve had the very same lessons. Soon, they’ll know the names and locations of all countries by heart.” Sebastian replied while taking the map down. “I actually doubt it, but at least they’re enthusiastic….”

#fanfic #fanfiction #kuroshitsuji #black butler #fictober #phantomhive household #phantomhive servants #mey-rin #bardroy #finny #snake #snake's snakes #tanaka #sebastian michaelis #world map

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4. Dodge

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- On the boat back from Wolfschlucht to England - Sullivan looked over the railing of the main deck, watching mainland EUrope shrink smaller with the second. She couldn’t say that she was feeling homesick, but the idea of going to a foreign country without knowing too much was a little frightening. Still, she knew to be brave. It’s a promise she made to herself and Ciel Phantomhive after all. Speaking of the devil… “Lady Sullivan, there you are.” Ciel Phantomhive entered the deck with his butler Sebastian in tow. “I asked Finnian to put me down here after Wolf needed some rest,” Sullivan answered. “I’m glad he’s feeling better. How are you enjoying the boat trip so far?” Sebastian excused himself to go and make afternoon tea as Sullivan replied. “I’ve never traveled this far before. It’s exciting but also a little scary.” They both stared at the water. “I’m sure you’ll love London. It’s always bustling with new things to discover,” Ciel said. Sullivan smiled. “No doubt about it.” After a pause, she continued. “Say, lord Phantomhive? There is something I wondered…” Ciel looked at her in anticipation while she struggled to find the words. “I.. Uh.. I told Sebastian that I would drop prying for it while you were ill, but my curiosity won’t let it be. Are you… Is Sebastian… A demon?” Before Ciel could begin to stutter, Sebastian re-entered with the afternoon tea. “S-Sebastian, tell us, what are you serving today?” Ciel asked, not quite able to hide the trembling in his voice. Sebastian looked a little surprised. His master never showed particular interest in the layout of the afternoon tea. Nevertheless, he started explaining. “This afternoon’s tea consists of a refreshing blend of Darjeeling which also counters the effects of seasickness.” “Oh my how interesting,” Ciel said as Sebastian began pouring the tea. “Lady Sullivan, do you have any questions about the tea?” The little lady looked at Ciel in confusion. “no, but I would like to-” Before she could finish, Ciel cut in again. “Pastries! Sebastian, What are you serving along with the tea?” Sebastian looked from a flustered young master to a confused master Sullivan. “We have macaroons in the flavours vanilla, strawberry, pistachio, chocolate and caramel.” “Hmmmm, I’ll take the caramel. How about you, lady Sullivan?” Ciel urged Sebastian to hold out the plate to Sullivan, who was becoming a little agitated. “I’m not hungry, but-” “Not hungry? Then you must be seasick, take a sip of the tea, you’ll feel better!” Ciel hastily interrupted her, taking a big gulp from his own cup. Sullivan became annoyed. “I just want an answer to my question!” Ciel choked on his sip. Gasping for air, he tried to change the subject again. “Gosh that is hot. Better wait a little longer before drinking, lady Sullivan.” Sullivan now reacted angrily. “Cut it out lord Phantomhive! If you won’t answer me, I’ll ask Sebastian directly!” She turned to Sebastian. “Sebastian, are you a demon or not?” Ciel tried to get her attention back to him again, but was silenced with a finger from his butler. “Now, now young master, where are your manners? It’s rude to keep interrupting a lady…” Then, he turned to master Sullivan with a smile. “The answer is: I’m simply one hell of a butler..”

#fanfiction #fanfic #black butler #kuroshitsuji #spoilers #fictober #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #sieglinde sullivan #green witch

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3. Path

This story is part of a fictober series. For more information, click here. Warning! This story may contain spoilers for those not up to date with the manga. At least it implies a lot of things. I'm so sorry for the late update, it's just the first week of fictober and I'm already behind, whoops. I'll make it up to you I swear!

“Ugh, What a disastrous night. To think I had to skip my beauty sleep for overtime…” The red-haired Reaper pouted. “That’s what you get for messing around with that Sebas-chan, Sutcliffe senpai,” the second Grim Reaper said, leaning on his lawnmower. “Thanks to you, we also missed our escort back to headquarters. We’ll have to traverse there on foot now…” The first Grim Reaper clicked her tongue. “If only Will were here, he’d carry me to headquarters in his cold, stiff arms…” She started swooning away, prompting the second to grab her arm and drag her along. “You’re such a spoilsport, Ronald,” Sutcliffe complained after being awoken from the daydream. “Yeah well, I want to get back without running into any more trouble,” Ronald said while slinging his Death Scythe over his shoulder. “You’re lucky to have me as your beautiful tour guide back to the dispatch society!” Sutcliffe struck a pose as Ronald walked right past her. “Hey now, you wait for me you hear!” Sutcliffe was throwing a tantrum. After catching up with Ronald, she continued. “You know, a lot of men fell for my charm. How come it doesn’t work on you?” “Probably because my own charm repels that of others,” Ronald joked as they walked the path between the dimensions. “Do you remember walking this path for the first time?” Sutcliffe asked. “Ah, yeah it sure brings back memories. I for sure thought I had died… We should take this route back more often…” After a moment of silence, Sutcliffe came with a follow up question. “Do you remember why you did it?” “Are there any of us that tend to forget?” “I don’t suppose so… But we’re often too busy to think about it, don’t you think so?” Sutcliffe twirled her red locks as they walked. “Well, that’s all part of the punishment I guess… There is not much to do about it now, so cheer up will you, Sutcliffe senpai? I’m tired enough without the depressing topic,” Ronald winked. Sutcliffe grinned. “For someone who looks so… Decent, you are quite the smart cookie. You’re right, we’ll have to think of something else to keep us entertained.” “I don’t know if I should take the ‘decent’ part as a compliment or not, but… Oh forget it. GO back to thinking about your precious Sebas-chan,” Ronald sighed. Sutcliffe immediately became giddy again at the mere mention of the demon’s name. After walking a little while longer, they arrived at a tall building that was seemingly stuck in time. “We’re back,” Ronald said, as the double doors slid open. There was another group of people dressed in black suits in the spacious, spotless looking foyer. At the head of the group was… “Will!” Sutcliffe leapt and tried to take the male in a death hug, but he lashed out with what appeared to be a weapon, and struck Sutcliffe back to the ground. The rest of the group looked alarmed. “Don’t worry, it’s just one of our anomalies,” The man named Will said in a monotonous voice. From his place on the ground, bleeding from the head, Sutcliffe moaned. “How come you weren’t there to pick me up today, Will?” “You mean how come I wasn’t there to scold you for your insolence? Both you and Knox are very tardy,” Will scoffed while adjusting his glasses. “You better go and file your reports. I’m supposed to take this group on the introductory tour and I could do without the disruptions.” Ronald blinked. “These are all new recruits? So many…" Then, he turned to the group. “Don’t worry, you’re peachy and safe now. We’ll help you along, and soon you’ll walk the path of a first-rate Shinigami, like us!”

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thefictioness · 7 months

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2. Spiders

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He liked his spot. London was often busy. Too busy for his taste. The city was chock full of residents, and still there was room for plenty of visitors and tourists. They would take in the sights of the capitol, like the Westminster Abbey and the Tower. They would walk along the Thames, looking for the finest bakeries and afternoon tea treasures of the city. And of course, a trip through London wouldn’t be complete without some window shopping. Such was mundane life around the city. But for his shop, located more remotely, people would rarely window shop. It would actually be a bit of a morbid idea to come there without a purpose. If it were up to him, he would rather have no customers at all, but that simply wasn’t possible. People who would visit his shop would often do so with just one goal in mind. Bury their dead in the most respectful way. Today was another day of necessary customers. He would welcome them in a solemn manner. Take their requests. Make measurements for a coffin. Arrange appointments and speeches. The interior of his shop reflected the mood of each conversation. Grave, and severe. Until one of his customers started sneezing. “Bless you,” he said. “Why thank you. It’s quite dusty here.” “Dusty?” Perhaps he didn’t notice because his eyesight was so poor, or because breathing worked differently for him, but he hadn’t noticed his shop becoming this dusty. So today, after the streets became deserted, he got busy with cleaning. He dusted the shelves, removed the stains from the windows outside and swept the floor. He was about to sweep a corner in the back, when he noticed something moving. He crouched down to get a better view with his eyesight. It was a spider’s web, containing two spiders. He was about to get the brush of the broom to remove them, when he saw them huddling together. He shifted so that he was sitting cross-legged on the floor. “You know, we Shinigami are told that all human life is valuable. But I guess that goes for spiders, too.” Of course the spiders couldn’t understand him, but it felt comforting talking to them. “I never thought of it that way before, but serving as a Shinigami made me see it more clearly. Well… Figuratively speaking then hehehe….” The spiders sat there, not understanding his words and unmoving. “You’re a family, aren’t you?” He continued. “I once knew a family. A very nice gentleman and his extraordinary woman…” He felt tears welling up. He blinked them away. “And their children…” He sat there reminiscing for a while. Then, he stood up. “I won’t let you be eradicated in the same brutal way. Let’s take you outside.” He gently scooped the spiders up and walked to the front door. He put his hands down on the porch and watched as the spiders crawled out of his hands onto the pavement. “Ta ta now!” He waved after them. Upon re-entering, he glanced over to the picture frame on his desk. The thick layer of dust hid the faces of the people underneath them, but he had never forgotten their appearances. He dreamt about them at night. And though most of them were wiped out, he thought as he picked up the frame and rubbed his thumb on a spot near the center, there was one still alive and breathing on his own. The youngest. “If you’re not careful, my Earl, you’ll end up just the same. I cannot let that happen.” With that, he put down the frame and walked out of the shop through the back.

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thefictioness · 7 months

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1. Dream

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It was the dead of the night, and all in the mansion was quiet. The young master had been put to bed by Sebastian, who then returned to his own room to fill out administrations at his desk. The other servants finished their tasks for that day and were sent to their bedchambers by Tanaka. Baldroy and Finny had said goodnight to the others, and were now lying on one ear. Or at least, Baldroy was lying on one ear, shielding his other ear with his pillow, trying to drown out the snoring from Finny, who was positioned like a starfish. Bardroy has had to sleep in all kinds of excruciating situations during his time as a soldier, but somehow Finny’s need to mow the grass in the middle of the night always took the cake. Reluctantly, Bardroy opened an eye to glance over to the other bed. In the dark, he could make out Finny’s form, now tossing and turning, kicking his blanket to the ground. “That won’t do…” Bardroy grumbled to himself. He got up, his mind stuck between muting Finnian with his pillow or tucking him in tight so he wouldn't catch a cold, when suddenly his young companion shrieked and sat upright. “Waaaaaah!” “Finny! Bloody hell!” Bardroy ducked for cover as Finny flung his arms around in a frenzy. Breathing heavily, he seemed to finally calm down after recognizing Bardroy’s voice. Bardroy turned on the light on their nightstand and gleaned over to Finny. In the flickering light, he saw that the youngster was drenched in sweat and teary eyed. He sat down at the edge of Finny’s bed. “Had a bad dream?” Finny didn’t respond. Instead, he hugged his knees to his chest. Bardroy chewed his lip. He couldn’t exactly fathom what Finny had gone through before arriving at the manor, but telling from his reaction to his nightmare, it could only mean one thing. You see it all the time in military folk, as Bardroy had awoken to his own and his comerade’s screams more than once. He placed his hand on Finny’s head, who flinched but didn’t swat him away. “Don’t worry, you’re out of that place now. And no one here will treat you that way. You’re safe.” The youngster began to sob. “I… I felt the needles again… And I heard them… Their voices…” Bardroy frowned and patted Finny on the back. At that moment, a knock was heard on their door. Finny yelped, while Bardroy got up and took a combative stance. “Who’s there?” He demanded. “It is me, Sebastian. The two of you are making quite some noise.” Bardroy sighed in relief and opened the door. There stood the butler, Sebastian, holding a candle and still dressed in his work attire. Doesn’t this guy ever sleep? “Finny was having a nightmare. He’s very shaken.” Sebastian glanced around Bardroy to take a look at Finny, who was still huddled on his bed. He sighed. “Try to calm him down some more while I fetch some water.” Bardroy nodded. Sebastian disappeared around the corner. It didn’t take long before he returned. He handed Finny a cup of warm milk and Bardroy a wet cloth. While Finny downed the milk, Bardroy tried to dab his head, drenching off the sweat. Finny hiccupped. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Sebastian,” he sobbed. Before Sebastian could answer, however, Bardroy jumped in. “No need to be sorry. Everyone has things from their past that are difficult to deal with. You’re an exceptional gardener and there is no way they’ll lay you off over something trivial like this.” He looked over to Sebastian for confirmation, but the butler was just standing in the corner, an unreadable smile on his face. Finny put the cup down. “Thank you, I’m feeling much better,” he smiled weakly. Bardroy grinned. “No problem.” He handed the cup and cloth back to Sebastian. “Very well then, get some more sleep. I need you both to do your best again tomorrow.” “Yes Mr. Sebastian!” They said in unison. With that, Sebastian left and the two got settled into their beds once more. Bardroy rolled to his side, making eye contact with Finny. “Thank you Bardroy.” “No problem Finny, that’s just what comrades are for. Good night.”

He turned off the lights.

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thefictioness · 7 months

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Oh boy, it's that spooky time again!

So this year I'll be attempting a Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji) themed Fictober using this year's official Inktober prompts. I can't promise that I'll be consistent enough, but I'll try my best! At the end of the month, I'll make a shotcut post with links to all the stories and I'll upload them in a bundle to my Ao3 account.

I hope you enjoy reading!

Love from the Fictioness

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thefictioness · 8 months

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Records

The landscape changed from farmlands to hills as the inter-region express made its way across the rails. He sat at the back of the compartment, his arm propped up on the rest, his cheek against the window. His thumb slid over the invitation still in his hands. He had to show it at the station, proving that he was one of the select few that were allowed to enter this space. A world tournament, held in Driftveil City of the faraway Unova Region. He had never been this far away from home before, let alone travel with so many others who had just one thing in common: they were the best of the best. They were the ones who won. He looked around the coach, which was lavishly designed with red velvet benches and patterned curtains. He guessed if you were among the elite in the world, you would be treated like royalty. He looked at the faces of his fellow passengers. Some of these champions looked about his age. Some seemed even younger. Then again, it had been a while since he first entered the Hall of Fame. Over on the right side was a woman named Cynthia. She was from Sinnoh. He heard stories about her crazy strong Dragon-type Pokémon called Garchomp. He guessed there were truly more than a 150 different species out there. He rummaged in his bag and soon found what he was looking for. It was a battered, old booklet. There were stains all over it and the title was chafing off. Still, it meant the world to Red. He carefully flipped a few pages, worried they might get torn otherwise. These pages were filled with his adventures from so long ago. Ecer since Professor Oak gave him this very first edition of the Pokédex, he had been filling it with scribbles, drawings and what he deemed to be valuable data from every Pokémon in Kanto, until there was nothing left to discover. According to Green, who was sitting next to a flamboyantly dressed figure, the Pokédex had since been digitalized, data has been turned into codes. But for Red there was no information more important than what was written by his own hand, about his own Pokémon. He had grown a lot since then, and after his rigorous training on Mt. Silver, he had thought he'd seen it all. And yet, here he was, clutching the memories of what seems to be a past life, heading for his next destination. He had been reluctant to go at first, feeling no need to partake in adventures any further. But something pulled him into it. It was like a buzzing in the Pokéballs adorning his belt. An itch underneath his trusty cap. Something in the back of his throat everytime he swallowed.

"Remeniscing about the past are we? Careful you don't lose your focus, or I might just be able to beat you!"

Red wa startled as Green appeared at his side, grinning down at the Pokédex. "Who knew we would be aiming for even greater heights after all this time, hm?" Green asked. As always, Red did not answer. There was no need to when it came to Green. They had known each other forever after all. Green leaned in and whispered in Red's ear.

"I know you wear that stoic expression to strike fear in all that visit Mt. Silver, but I know you're just eager to prove yourself once again in the thrill of a real battle, aren't you?"

Red's eyes widened. The buzzing of his Pokéballs turned into a roar. The itch underneath the cap became rapidly assembled strategies on what moves and items to use. The lump in his throat made its way to his heart, maling it beat harder and faster. That was it. He turned to look at Green, now filled with determination. Green laughed.

"Now there's the fired up Red I like to see, welcome home, Kanto Champion!"

At that moment, the whistle blew, signaling their arrival. As the other Champions gathered their things and got up, Red watched them leave. He was going to show them all. He would show them that he is the very best.