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Art by PhoenixofStarlight / Day 2: Battle

Showing my hand here because I've been huge on the Kuroshitsuji musicals since I was young! Kuroshitsuji Musical 2 was the first one I ever watched and it left a huge impression on me. Decided to do Sebastian vs. Eric Slingby for the Battle prompt! I've been chipping away at an animatic for the song this moment takes place in too, but it's been slow going. ^^'

[bapydemonprincess]

Picrew used: https://picrew.me/image_maker/352743

*Just thinks idly about Sebastian at the manor getting to walk around during the day like this* 😍😍😍

[hanako-san]

New chapter of Kuroshituji is tomorrow.I don't know if my poor heart can stand it.

[neruteruartsu]

I need to draw some feel good kurokids because the manga is giving me anxiety.

So here’s a hogwarts AU.

[shidoni-san]

Vocaloid Deadly Sins X Black Butler Ciel Phantomhive as the Sin of Pride.

If you wish to repost, please let me know.

Note: Oops, I meant to post this on Otaku-ChanArt. Sorry.

[estaciong33k]

Nuevo avance de la película Kuroshitsuji: Book of the Atlantic

[fadedempire]

Black Butler - Drabbles/Prompt

Fandom: Black Butler / Kuroshitsuji

Title: Drabbles and Prompts

Pairing/Characters: All over the place, I shamefully ship Seba/Ciel and have a deep love for trans!man Ciel and fem!Ciel- but there’s different pairings, I think all of them with Ciel

Summary: This is kinda just a collection of drabbles/prompt I wrote that you can enjoy on your own or even add to/write for if you’d like? *wink-wink*

Rating: Light M for bodily horror and smutty lines

As always, I love comments/likes/reblogs! It’s been a long while since I’ve written and I’m pretty busy with uni right now, but I’d love to add to these things when I have time! <3 Thank you for reading!

FemCielxAlois Perhaps it wasn't so bad, having him court her. He was trying very well in his own way: leaning his head on her shoulder in a very gentle way so that his blond hair wouldn't get caught in her ribbons or buttons. And it was sort of nice the way that Claude set down the tray and delicately kissed her forehead as he rose- seamlessly delivering affection while she was a guest in the manor. "Now Claude~" Alois hooted, "Don't be so forward with our guest" but he leaned back on the couch and threw his legs over her lap. Ciel gave a small indulgent smile and patted his calves gently, stroking him over his stockings while he languidly stretched them further over her skirts. "Yes, your highness," Claude recited carefully and when he bent down to press a kiss to Alois's forehead: Alois abruptly pulled him into a deep kiss, yanking his collar closer so that the butler was caught in the moment. Ciel pointedly looked away as the two kissed, but when Alois moaned she shoved his legs off her lap. "Very cute," she bit out, looking away from Alois's awfully repentant face. It was strange and for a minute she questioned its sincerity- but in a spider's web she could not take their affections seriously. Claude's face was a quiet mask of grief for his master's turmoil and he once again straightened up from Alois's face. He mutely turned closed to her, bent low at his waist, and tucked a hand behind her neck as he pressed a kiss to her lips. But no matter how lovely Alois presented them and no matter how warmly pleasant it was to sit with them while they pandered on her tenderly- the deep hatred she harbored could not be quelled by this nor could her obsessive lust for revenge.

Fluff SebstianxFemCiel Her period was merely a reminder that her femininity was a growing problem. The moment he entered the room, he knew that his mistress's "time" had come. His keen smell alerted him to the rich smell of her blood- slightly cloying by its' nature of her *ahem* womanly condition. He pushed the breakfast cart into the room, re-arranging the contents of the plates so that the most fragrant foods were furthest from her. He gently shook his lady, but she didn't stir in the slightest- not even to groan. She must still be dreadfully drained- his mistress was usually not a terribly deep sleeper, barring during her nightmares. He drew away for a moment and realized he should perhaps close the heavy drapes to avoid the sunlight- his young mistress was so dreadfully sensitive during this time. He took a breath to steady himself, wore his warmest smile, and peeled back the covers from his mistress's face. She curled tighter on herself: her face was awfully blotchy from where it had been pressed against the pillows and her hair had begun to rumple at the ends where it was tucked under her. He would need to act quickly to avoid having to clean the blood from the sheets- they had just been washed and the weather was so humid! They would not dry satisfactorily- but his mistress remained asleep. He had to consider his options for a minute: if he left his mistress she would get some much needed rest, there weren't any appointments today nor particularly pressing business beyond a modest stack of paperwork he could very likely complete if she asked, but unless he put (at the very least!) a pad of thick cotton under her then she could wake up with her sheet soiled and probably without a meal on hand..... or if he woke his mistress now then the sheets would definitely be saved, she could potentially conduct her paperwork while reclining in bed, however if she was this exhausted right now then she could be suffering from one of her migraines and waking her up would cause it to worsen and potentially cause vomiting. 

SebastianxFemCiel [from 3rd person his focus?] She expected him to wear his delicious look of wicked surprise before he did as she ordered- but his usual expression merely froze and then dampened for a moment. "As you wish, my lady," he replied, "I shall fetch something suitable for wrapping them now, unless you have another more pressing desire." When she shook her head, he promptly left the room- taking away the tray of empty tea cups. He would have to find the lines of cotton jersey that Mei Rin had cut and hemmed as bandages when the Lady was injured- those would do for now. He supposed he should have seen this coming, she increasingly had to play a boy while they were conducting underworld business and her breasts had been a growing issue for her. They seemed to only remind her of what had transpired that night: the simple solution was to wrap his mistress's breasts- Oh! But how lovely they were! Milky doves that were so pretty while he bathed her, exquisitely colored nipples, delicate blue veins that traced along the pale skin- so softly womanly on her growing body! He silently mourned her abhorrence of her feminine body- the soft swell of her bottom, her slender hips and delicate rib cage, how frightfully trim and willowy her bones were for such a terribly strong soul!

Edward and FemCiel- friendship? In was terribly un-gentlemanly to fight in front of a lady. With a foreigner. Who was her friend- But he had to make Ciel smile! And if the only was to get her to giggle- even if it was a little rueful- was to fight for her "honor", then he was her willing champion.

SebastianxFemCiel [from 3rd person his focus?] She didn't need to know that kissing was the least effective way to draw out her soul- that is, until that spider decided to intervene.

SebastianxFemCiel Sometimes she needed to contend that he truly was a demon- but perhaps she needed to consider those affections for him ran deeper than she first assumed. She turned the page and checked a few more notations on the edges, "You wouldn't pursue this if I were a boy, now would you? You're just lusty for my body, you perverse demon." She absently reached for her tea cup, mindlessly grasping where she thought it was and then feeling around for it. "Oh, my lady? I find I would take you even if you were but a boy." Her hand recoiled, the deep stigma of sexuality and deviant tastes washing over her mind, but he grasped her frozen hand and his gentle kisses to her finger tips made her lose her breath and looking into his eyes merely worsened that air headed feeling.

SebastianxFemCiel She truly hated when he trimmed her hair. No matter how brightly lit the room, she would quiver in fear at the imagined glint of a razor and she had to hold in her scream when she recalled them shaving her hair and the nicks and slices- But it was merely Sebastian there and he would patiently murmur to her and comb his fingers through her locks until she stopped her shaking and reason returned to her eyes.

FemCiel and Grell - Friendship? Perhaps, Ciel mused, they were no so unalike. While Sebastian was sating that cultist in the barn, they sat outside. "She" was ranting and raving over That Woman! with "Her Daaaaaaaaaaarling Sebastian", their long red hair tossing peculiarly delicately. But when they looked at Ciel, they stopped and gave her a pitying glance. "I suppose you feel this worse than I do?" Ciel tipped her head lower to her chest and clenched her fists, "It doesn't matter, not really." She head the crunch of the gravel under Grell's boots and saw their tips come into her line of sight- it wasn't terribly surprising when the soul reaper tipped Ciel's chin up. "Of course it does, my dear~" Her tone was strangely playful and considerate, "a lady's affections are no laughing matter! I am an expert." She batted her eyes, "And I suppose you have more of a claim on Bassy than I do~" She swatted Grell's hand away from her chin, "No matter," Ciel answered sullenly. But Grell sinuously leaned closer, slid her hand into the back of her dark hair, and- before Ciel could firmly pull back- kissed her ardently. Their lips were soft, their long red hair was fragrant, they weren't forceful nor timid, and they pulled Ciel closer like she truly was the love of their life- the kiss was lovely and dreamy in all the ways that counted, yet ultimately devoid of that quality of oh. Grell pulled her hands from Ciel's hair, stepped back, and stood up straight. She looked down at Ciel with a knowing smile, her mussed up hair and confused look were just so utterly adorable. "That, my dear, is why it matters," she batted her eyes at Ciel and gave a saucy hair toss, "that kiss makes anyone give in, even my dear William~!" Ciel glared at her again, wiped her mouth against the kerchief from her sleeve, and moved to rise, "You-" she spat, "had no right!" Grell merely arched an eyebrow and pressed Ciel back down, "No matter" she echoed Ciel, "this is where I am an expert," she sighed dramatically, "we're merely young maidens trying to get the affections of handsome men. Aren't we, Ciel?" Ciel vaguely thought about pointing out that Grell wasn't perhaps a 'young maiden', but that was beside the point. "No matter," she muttered, but she didn't shrug off Grell's hand when she set it on her shoulder and sat beside her. She tried to keep her anger strong by looking at her aunt's coat, but even the red fabric did little to distract her from the point Grell was trying to make and she grew tired after a time, her pride preventing her from sleeping right then. Neither of them spoke, but eventually Grell slightly tilted so that Ciel leaned against her with her face against her chest and no one passing could see her begin to nod off. Grell grew stiff supporting her but no matter, they were a reaper~! She glanced fondly at Ciel, one could not truly love Madam Red without having a measure of tenderness for her niece- and Grell did love her as a man loved a woman as magnificent as her. Grell heard Sebastian's "activities" complete in the barn, she shifted and woke Ciel- pointedly filing her nails so as to save the young Countess' pride a small blow. When Sebastian peeked out of the barn and they walked in, his eyes narrowed at Grell's rumpled shirt and his mistress's slightly bleary eyes, the scent of the Soul Reaper especially clinging to her lips and hair. Her eyes cleared and looked at Sebastian with delightful hard expectation, and he turned his thoughts away from how she straightened her clothes. While Grell's silence was appreciated during the interrogation, their arrogant smile and seeming comradery with his mistress set him on edge. - "That reaper is dangerous," he commented idly as they walked down the hall. "Are you going to question what allies I keep?" she spat, "Sutcliff is useful to us, do not forget what they did while Angela worked against me."

Fem Ciel and Grell Friendship/teasing fluff Sebastian knew better than to try and force her into advanced dancing classes: now he had to deal with Grell sitting on the couch sipping tea with his mistress. If only they hadn't made shopping plans together!

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William knew better than to force Grell into a tighter schedule- now he had to deal with the little girl "politely" sitting in the waiting room. He knew something- something!- was up when she blushed when he asked about her absent butler. She tugged at a stray hem on her purse and his eyes narrowed- what could she be doing here? - William could only stare dumb founded when Sutcliff formally asked for his mid-afternoon break and then turned and linked arms with the impertinent little girl- though William was forced to admit she was more of a young lady, though her frame was especially small. The two chatted in the office lounge, Sutcliff delicately placing his hand on her knee while they secretively conversed on the occasion that she pulled out her fan. "Oh Will~!" Sutcliff's voice shouted through the hall, "Be a dear and stop sulking in the hall." William straightened at that and stiffly stood in the doorway.

SebastianxFem!Ciel AU What he didn't know was that they were a clockwork child. That is.... until their soul told them to go to the workshop's basement. - He hadn't known she was dying when he met her- her eyes seemed bored enough of what they saw, he merely thought she was one of the many hipsters that creeped their way into working at the local coffee shop. But oh- how she inspired him. - He forced a tight smile when he glanced up at the waitress who had spilled his coffee all over the empty space on the table. "It's quite alright, " he assured her, but she merely bent over and began to wipe up the drink from the table- scrubbing away at the milky foam, silently focused on her task. “Don’t worry, I’ll still tip a lovely like you,” he winked and expected her to flush and stutter some sort of reply, but she merely looked up at him as she finished and he saw a little pin on her apron that proclaimed her a mute.

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When he tugged her closer, tried to taste her breath, her air merely tasted of the coffee house they were in. They were quite amorously entwined, but she merely gazed at him with the same sort of muted worry- panic dulled in an unnatural way. "Ciel," he murmured, “what’s-” When her gloved hands worried their way in to push him away, they occasionally spasmed and seemed far too weak to lift the trays she used to carry. He ripped the gloves from her hands and saw delicate wooden joints and Ciel fingers began to twitch and jerk wildly- her eyes terrified as she watched her hands move out of her control

Undertaker He too sometimes thought about trimming his hair- but old times tugged at the strands and he, too, felt beautiful.

Sebastian and Fem!Ciel How was he to know that the body under the sheet was a girl? The voice was hoarse and their head was shorn- And even then she looked with such deep shame, he additionally took on the silent duty of giving her back her claws. This would be his revenge too.

[dicesan]

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