₊˚୧ PAIRING: Sebastian Michaelis | Grelle Sutcliff | William T. Spears | Ronald Knox | The Undertaker x f!reader || Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji
₊˚୧ CATEGORIES: oneshot | READER 18+
₊˚୧ WARNING: none
₊˚୧ HINT: You need a favour from them.
₊˚୧ WORD COUNT: 1.4k
NOTE: It's been about three years since I've last written for Black Butler characters, so these will be rusty af, but oh well! These are mostly practice drabbles anyway.
Sebastian Michaelis | Kuroshitsuji
Sebastian was presently standing in a damp, gloomy alleyway waiting to meet with you. It was the Earl's request that he follow you and find the cause for your persistent desire to discuss with him. Sebastian glanced at the pitiful state of London's alleyways as he waited, breathed in the scent of murder and defilement and licked his lips at the taste. How many souls lingered blissfully unaware of their feeble lives? How many destinies were undoubtedly intertwined with the Earl's, and how many more would fall at his hands as he sought that bloody revenge? And when at last, the revenge would come, Sebastian would be able to devour yet another soul.
His attention perked up to his side.
Ah, right on time, you were.
"Ah, there you are, Miss Y/N," Sebastian began with a charming, devilish smile on his features, despite being rather displeased to have to be meeting you in such an unfortunate location. "I understand from my Lord that you desired a meeting?"
"Indeed, Sebastian, I wish to make a deal with you."
Sebastian tilted his head.
"I need your help, and I know of nobody more able to help me. In exchange, I will give you anything."
Sebastian almost snickered. Why, that was far too leisurely, and equally far too monotonous.
"Ah, I see now, is that why you have been trying to talk to me privately for the past weeks?"
"Yes. I beg of you, it's just a favour, but I desperately need your help."
Sebastian sighed. He was bound to his master, but that didn't mean he couldn't entertain himself with you. After all, whatever you desired would be nothing for him, and then he'd have you keep your word and owe him. Whichever it was that he'd decide he needed from you. Your soul? Or a favour. A sinister chuckle came rolling from his lips as he removed his glove, offering you his hand to shake.
"What kind of a butler would I be if I refused a deal?"
Grelle Sutcliff | Kuroshitsuji
Grelle sulked, huffed and puffed, repeatedly checking the time and tapping her foot against the ground. How long were you going to take? If she knew you'd take ages to show up, she wouldn't have accepted, after all, she was already in trouble with William for missing on collecting a few souls, and also was late on crossing paths with Sebastian. This better be important, she moped to herself as she waited for you to show up. It was quite lucky for you that she gave you this opportunity, but alas, you finally showed up.
Grelle was fixing her lipstick when you appeared, breathless, leaning against the brick wall of the alleyway. Those damned carriages slowed you more than they helped you get to the meeting on time.
"Grelle! Oh, I'm so glad you're still here. There's something very important I need to ask of you!"
"Oh, you better hope it's important, dear, because if I came here for nothing and missed my sweet Sebas-chan for nothing, you won't like the side of me you'll see." She screeched suddenly, closing her pocket mirror. "Oh, this shade is wonderful, just wonderful, isn't it?... Oh, right. You were saying...?"
"I want to make a deal with you. I need your help."
"A deal?" Grelle leaned back, taken aback. "Deals are not my strong suit, love. Not unless I get something good out of it."
"What do you want? I can try to get it for you."
"Oh, please, darling, if I couldn't get it myself, you surely won't be able to get it for me." Grelle sighed dramatically, then adjusted her glasses, glancing at you. "But perhaps I can spare the time to help you... If that means I don't have to do that awful work. Oh, I've got it! You tell Wirru~ I've been helping you, so he doesn't get mad at me, and we've got a deal!"
William T. Spears | Kuroshitsuji
"No."
"Oh, please! William, it's really important!"
"There's nothing more important than work."
William turned to you with his stern expression, adjusting his glasses before he glanced down at his deathlog. No souls to collect yet, today was a less demanding one than the one before, not that it meant he was free. There was always paperwork to do and other reapers to supervise; he couldn't possibly spare his precious time with whatever stupid thing it was you needed.
"William, it really is important. I swear, this time I mean it. Come on, I will chase you until you accept! You know I mean it, and I will do it."
William didn't spare you another glance.
"Please, William. I will return the favour this time, whatever it is you want, I will give it to you, but help me out! Can't you see I'm desperate!"
William sighed deeply, with emphasis as he stopped in his tracks and turned to you. He said nothing at first, only eyed you, before he closed his deathlog and placed it in his pocket.
"Very well. I will do whatever favour you desire this time, if you promise to never disrupt me again."
"But William! That's so unfair."
"These are my conditions."
Ronald Knox | Kuroshitsuji
"Oh my, oh my! A favour, you say! I don't see why not!" Ronald whistled, hands caught together as he stretched lazily. He leaned back in his chair, letting his head drop as he checked you out.
Ronald pushed himself up, one hand on the table, checking his watch on the other. He had time before his shift, so if it wasn't something too big, he could definitely give you a hand, but before so, he had to tease you a bit. That was how Ronald functioned; he had to make you flustered before he gave in and helped you out.
"But, let me guess. I wasn't your first call, huh? Sutcliff-senpai refused you, and William prooobably kicked your ass out of office, hm? Got that right?" Ronald let his weight drop from one foot to the other. "Oh, don't look away, I know I got it right."
"Stop teasing, Knox. Will you help me or not?"
"Sure, sure. I said I would... but, is there something in it for me too? Because I am such a good friend?"
"Do you want something specific?"
"Am I allowed to think of my payment later?" Ronald winked, trying to take your hand, but you took it away, flustered. "Is that a no, then?"
"...fine. Okay, but help me out now, will you?"
"Hah, always! Count on me, dear!"
Undertaker | Kuroshitsuji
"Tehehehehe, no no, my poppet, there's no need for apologies. You've arrived just in time. Come, sit. Oh, don't make dear old Undertaker feel bad for keeping you standing..."
The Undertaker waved you over with a chuckle, his voice betraying his amusement at having you around, his sleeve draped over his hand. As he motioned to you, his bony scarred fingers adorned with rings peeked through the fabric. Those long, dark nails pointed at one of the sealed coffins on the floor.
However eerie his store was, you couldn't deny that seeing your acquaintance there brought you a sense of ease. Or at least as much comfort as one could feel in a funerary home in the company of an eccentric man whose past hardly anyone knew. He was a mysterious figure who had the power to steer the course of the Phantomhive's missions. Perhaps the only known thing about him was the fact that he haggled with underground information and always possessed a curious amount of knowledge.
So you knew there was no safer place to be than the Undertaker's. The man's head was turned toward you, hat tipped forward. You were never sure he even saw you, as his bangs hid his eyes from you, but despite the lack of a visible pair of eyes, you could feel that you were fixed by him. That was how the Undertaker was, but however bizarre, you knew you could come to him.
"I came to make a deal. In exchange for your help, I will offer you anything you desire."
"A bargain? Why, poppet, it's been long since I last heard such a proposition. Yet, I must admit, the prospect of it... Oh, it is terribly amusing."
"What do you want in return?"
"In return? Tehehehe, poppet, you know already, the price I ask for will always remain the same."
To me, she's beautiful, precious, like a masterpiece painting. She can't stand her flaws & imperfections, but they make me love her so much more. She looks so cute when she gets flustered as I tell her this over & over again. I love her little pouty face, it's adorable. A sweet little kitten, purring for attention, but watch yourself when the claws come out. When that feistiness comes out in the bedroom, ooh it gives me shivers. I could cum at the mere thought of it. Embracing her from behind, sharing a few passionate kisses, carrying her like a gentleman to the bed, whispering dirty talk in her ear, nipping & sucking on her neck, nuzzling into her breasts, playing with her nipples, massaging her clit. By that point, she's already soaking wet. Entering that tight pussy of hers, watching her body quiver in pleasure. Thrusting hard & deep into her while sweat & her luscious nectar drip all over the sheets. Watching her face as her eyes roll back & lewd moans escape her throat, screaming my name over & over. Looking her in the eyes as I praise her while she cums all over my cock, raking her nails down my back. Gripping her soft thighs, lapping up her juices, running my tongue in & all around that honey-soaked cunt of hers, ready for more. Doing some neck biting & sucking of her own, pulling my hair, tracing my chest & abdomen with her delicate fingers, gently caressing my sensitive balls while she sucks me off. I cum strongly into her warm mouth & all the way down her throat. Ahh, I love it when she takes charge. Flipping positions with her on top, riding me hard like a stallion, watching her massive tits bounce, hearing her moan like a whore, listening to her issue rather sinful words in my ear, seeing her delicious body rise up & down on my throbbing cock, before finally grabbing her hips & pounding into her viciously, we climax together & fall into each other's embrace. I quickly clean both of us off with a soft cloth and toss it aside with the rest of our clothes. I pull her closer, stroking her hair & kissing her forehead as she drifts off to sleep. As I look at her resting peacefully, I can't help but wonder how I got so lucky. She's so sweet, so soft, so pure. In my eyes, she's perfect, my crimson rose.
Made this a while back and figured I'd share it here. You can imagine this is told by any character you like. Apologies if the writing isn't done well or is inaccurate in certain places.
Hello yall! I am Astaroth aka Astie and I run the Babygirl blogs. I am 22. Below the cut are the characters I write for in regards of Black Butler :))))
❝ characters i write for — black butler ❞
ciel phantomhive
sebastian michaelis
elizabeth midford (lizzy)
tanaka
mey-rin
baldroy (baldo)
finny
snake
undertaker
grell sutcliff
william t. spears
ronald knox
eric slingby
alan humphries
sascha
madam red (angelina dalles)
lau
ran mao
prince soma asman kadar
agni
charles grey
charles phipps
edward midford
alexis leon midford
francis midford
arthur conan doyle
fred abberline
alec madden
joker
beast
doll
dagger
peter
wendy
jumbo
baron kelvin
dr. ryan stoker
paula
claude faustus
alois trancy
hannah annafellows
luka macken
thompson
timber
canterbury
sieglinde sullivan
wolfram gelzer
georg von siemens
ritz
blavat sky
ash landers
angela blanc
aberlain
harold west jeb
rachel phantomhive
vincent phantomhive
diedrich
cheslock
joanne harcourt
maurice cole
clayton
mcmillan
❝ notes ❞
x reader / ships / platonic all welcome
angst, dark themes, and canon-typical violence all okay (just specify)
i write for everyone, so feel free to request anyone not listed
Headcanons about how Undertaker, William, and Lau would react if his gender neutral crush accidentally confesses to him?
Note: Thank you for the request! Really enjoying writing these. Hehe.
Warning: Gender neutral reader.
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 543
~Undertaker~
He laughs.
Laughs a lot until you get mad at him and attempt to walk away.
He grabs you before you can leave and attempts to apologize, but you don't seem convinced.
Undertaker doesn't truly believe you fell for someone like him.
People tended to stay away from him because ...well...he deals with the dead! (It is his occupation, plus he's a shinigami)
Once he sees how serious you are, he grins, pulling you close by your waist and holding up one of your hands as he starts to sway you into a slow waltz.
Despite his long, silver bangs covering his eyes, there's a hint of happiness swirling in his green orbs. He feels somewhat alive again. You're bringing color to his dark, melancholy life.
Undertaker does warn you that his love for you will last even after death. There is no 'till death do us part'.
Again, he's a shinigami, so he'll make sure that you two stay together.
~William~
Hate to say it, but he doesn't accept your confession at first.
Feels as if it would interfere with his work. Believes love and business don't mix together.
Eventually changes his mind. He misses you so, so much. He misses how close you two used to be.
Even Grell comments about how stupid he is (which William couldn't help but poke him with his shears).
Grell only knew what was going on between the two of you through you after pestering noticing William's change in behavior.
Takes William a while to apologize, but he's determined to put his pride to the side because being without you is worse than working overtime and he HATES working past his shift.
Feels really silly about how he didn't think about balancing you and his work life. Not saying he enjoys work, but he is dedicated to it so why can't he be dedicated to both?
Probably a bit more dedicated to you now, but still.
Although he is a bit aloof, he shows his love in his own way. Makes sure that you get enough rest for your job, eat enough for the day, staying hydrated, making dinner when he knows you've had a long shift, or actually takes off on important days/days that you are unwell or when he just wants to spend time with you.
~Lau~
Lau pretends to be surprised when you accidentally confess to him, but admits that he's known for a while.
He knows a lot of people and people talk.
But he's also observant despite him acting oblivious most of the time. He did notice that you were a bit more fidgety around him.
After you confess, he's ecstatic, but a bit afraid. He has a lot of enemies and is concerned about them trying to use you against him.
But that's when he triples his security, especially when he couldn't be around you.
Lau not being around you is somewhat rare. He wants to bring you with him everywhere, especially to his birth country!
He's considered high class in China (and in England) because of his occupation plus his ties with the Qing Bang. He's going to make sure you're treated extra special.
You're with him now, so he'll be taking care of you.
Basically I was in my feels and started thinking what it would be like if you asked the kuro reapers for a hug so enjoy. This is meant to read as platonic but can also be read as romantic
Features: William T Spears; Grelle Sutcliff; Sascha; Ludger; Undertaker; Ronald Knox; Alan Humphries; Eric Slingby; Othello
TW: mentions of sadness but that’s all, I tried to make it really fluffy
👓 William T Spears 👓
- Know one thing here and now, William T Spears of the British Branch of the Grim Reaper Association™ does not do happy hugs. If you are an excited hugger and go to him looking for a hug when excited, he will stare at you with the blankest face while you do it
-Five seconds is as much as you’ll get before he’s lightly pushing you off of him with a sigh while fixing his glasses (whether you messed them up or not). He’s happy that you’re happy, sure, but he doesn’t do the whole happy hug thing.
-When you’re sad, thought, now that’s a different story
-Will’s most definitely more understanding of your want for affection if you’re sad and so he’ll coax you into his office where he can properly focus on you without other distractions and give you the hug you need
-His hugs are grounding. He’ll hold you around the shoulders, maybe rub your back a little if you’re crying, and just keep a firm grip on you. He doesn’t say much, but it’s okay, because you know that he cares just from the way he’s hugging you
-William gives me dad energy okay he’d give dad hugs that are comforting and say all that you want/need to hear without actually saying it
♥️ Grelle Sutcliff ♥️
- Contrasting to William, Grelle is a happy hugger herself. She’ll hug you or whoever she’s around when super excited and it’s adorable okay I don’t make the rules, I just write about them.
- Anyways, if you come up to her happy or excited and looking for a hug, she delivers. Is the kind to pick you up and spin for a few seconds if you’re comfy with it. Just big, giggly, happy hugs from Grelle.
- And if you’re sad, she picks up on it right away, even if you try and hide it. Will pull you into her lap and just craddle you as best she can. Head tucked into her neck, she’s whispering kind words to you, rubbing your back, the whole nine yards.
- Absolutely leans her head against yours. Forehead to forehead, her cheek or chin on top of your head, or just temple to temple, it doesn’t matter. Grelle’s head is against yours, I guarantee it
- Grelle hates seeing you sad and so she’ll do all that she can to make you smile again, including giving the best hugs in the world.
📸 Sascha 📸
- Another excited hugger. Sascha is bubbly and happy all the time and so hugs with them are frequent
- Most times, you two are just happy hugging together while others are staring like “Are they okay?” You’re fine, just happy
- Because they always seem to be bubbly, when Sascha sees that you, someone they care about, is sad, they immediately go into comfort mode. Has snacks at their desk if you want them, knows all the best quiet places to sneak off to if that’s what you want, and gives such good hugs
- Wraps their arms around you and holds your hand and gives encouraging smiles the whole time. Sascha knows it isn’t easy to be happy all the time, so when you need it, they make sure you know they’re always there for you
🚬 Ludger 🚬
- Ludger and William give me similar vibes, but also Ludger is more of a teddy bear. He acts like he hates it when you give him excited and happy hugs, but he really loves it on the inside (he’s also partners with Sascha and they do that a lot too, he’s used to it by this point)
- Will put an arm around your shoulders and just kinda let you do whatever, acting indifferent the whole time. On the inside he’s smiling, though, he thinks you’re adorable, especially if you’re shorter than him haha
- If you ask for a hug all sad, though, like I said he’s a literal teddy bear and probably is really comforting to hug. He’s warm and cuddly, no one can tell me otherwise
- Fully engulfs you as best he can in a hug and gives the same firm hugs that William does just while Will’s are kinda stiff, Ludger let’s you mold yourself to him however you want. Another one who doesn’t say much, but you can just tell by the way he puts his head against yours that he’s saying that he’ll protect and comfort you.
💀 Undertaker 💀
- Okay so while he’s still working for the RA, no hugs. He doesn’t do hugs. Head pats, sure, but no hugs. Undertaker wasn’t even half as fun when he was employed as to now that he’s a fugitive. But!! If he gave you a head pat, that’s like the ultimate thing because he doesn’t give those out to just anyone yk so cherish it
- Anyways, the Undertaker we know now loves hugs and will gladly give you as many as you want lol he’s probably touch starved. Happy hugs, sad hugs, comforting hugs, just because hugs, i want to fuck hugs , he does them all
- Gives big bear hugs, no matter the emotion. Can and will engulf you in his big robe and it’s so nice and warm. It’s like a little barrier he has to protect you from the world and the horrors he knows that are in it.
- If you’re close enough to Undertaker where he’s able to hug you, all that he wants is for you to just..stay with him always and forever. He tends to have a lot of people he cares about who just kinda die and so his hugs really show that “I’ll never let you go, please stay with me” emotion that he usually keeps hidden under the façade of happiness and laughter
- If you come to him for a hug while sad, he does all he can to make you smile. This includes, but is not limited to: soft tickles, bad jokes, good jokes, making a fool of himself, magic tricks, feeding you treats, letting you style his hair, and cuddles outside.
- I could keep going but we’d be here for years I just have so much to say about this sad little weirdo (affectionately)
🚜 Ronald Knox 🚜
- First of all, I’d like to point out that there isn’t a lawnmower emoji which is very sad. So tractors it is for Mr. Knox
- Ronald Knox does not understand the concept of happy hugging but he will gladly indulge anyways. Will he have a confused look on his face the whole time? Yes, yes he will. But will he also hug you just as tight as you hug him? Also yes. Ronnie isn’t here to disappoint, after all
- He might be flirty and has definitely done the like yawn arm over the shoulder thing, but he also knows the difference between a platonic hug and a romantic one yk so don’t think too deep into it if he hugs you around the waist, it’s more instinct than anything. Ron’s heard some of the people he’s pursued say that it feels better to them and so (especially if you guys are close) that’s his go to way of hugging
- Hand on the small of your back, other on your head, happy smiles and happier words if you’re sad. He’s awkward when it comes to comfort sometimes, but he tries and that’s what matters. Probably says some stupid shit to try and make you laugh (is successful 50% of the time)
🥀 Alan Humphries 🥀
- Sad man. He needs a hug (preferably from Eric)
- Anyways he also doesn’t understand the happy hug and probably reacts just like our ol’ pal William T Spears. Alan just stiffens up and doesn’t really know how to react. Probably just stares at you with wide eyes and when you pull away asks what the hell just happened
- Doesn’t mind it per say, just is confused. This doesn’t happen to him very often (or at all really) so he just doesn’t really know how to react yk?
- When you’re sad, though, he’s still just as awkward don’t expect much from this guy lol
- Listen, Alan cares alright, he really does, but he just...doesn’t know what to do really. He’ll sit next to you though!! Maybe hold your hand a little or put a hand on your knee just so you know he’s there
- That’s really all, though, he’s got his own shit to deal with on the side yk the whole dying thing really takes a lot out of him
❄ Eric Slingby ❄
- Accepts happy hugs but will only put an arm around you. Probably rests his arm on your head if you’re shorter than him and messes up your hair regardless of your height in comparison to him
- He makes fun of you affectionately for it much like an uncle would. Eric’s another teddy bear and so is just nice to hug. Probably has a good amount of muscle on him and is another natural space heater and he’s taller than William so like he’s definitely really nice to hug
- He gives those like “I’m proud of you” type hugs when you’re sad because while words aren’t his forte, his actions speak loud and clear. His hugs are shorter than the others, but he means it and he’ll pat your head and wipe your tears and tell you that whatever it is that’s bothering you will pass and everything will be okay and if it isn’t then he’ll reap them
- If you still want to be around him after his little encouraging hug then he’ll let you sit next to him and he’ll have him hand or arm on your shoulder so his presence is at least there
🧪 Othello 🧪
- My favorite nerd I love this guy so much
- But that does not mean that he is a huggy guy okay actually it’s quite the opposite. He just tends to have some sort of sciencey something that spilled on him or is on his person and Othello doesn’t want you getting hurt yk?
- He just strikes me as more of a high five or fist bump kind of guy when you’re happy or excited. Othello is so down for a good high five way more than he is a hug
- When you’re sad, he’s similar to Alan. Sits next to you and will put a hand on your knee and all that but he isn’t about that hugging life. Othello is honestly really good at being a distraction to like sad thoughts
- That’s how he helps most is just by telling you about random shit he heard around the workplace. It does help and when you’re feeling better he’ll give you a pat on the shoulder and squeeze your hand with a smile
Kind of like the whole deal the Triplites had with Hannah (Even though some of us like to forget season 2 happened) lol
- It’s fanfic for a reason.
Word Count : 3335
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'- Their kind,' the dark-haired shinigami started, his otherworldly green gems gleaming as they narrowed themselves towards the two creatures that spoke right on the Phantomhive property, not caring to hide away as the pests they were.
'They are disgusting,' He says to himself, a single finger of his used to lightly tap his falling lenses further up the bridge of his nose, fixing them.
"- Distasteful," he adds, sure to murmur the words with the same bitterness he tasted at their sight, disgust weaved within the very word as his eyes lay on only one of the demons.
While especially narrowed towards her, William released a low, sour sound of discontent.
She was dressed in a uniform that modestly fit her, the only bit of flesh visible being her face and hands.
A shy smile was always the expression, that, along with the doe-like gaze of her (e/c) colored eyes that seemed entirely too sweet, and that he knew for certain was all pretend.
"Foul creatures," he near sneered, as he watched (f/n) accept whatever order Sebastian had given her, all with a shine of definite adoration glimmering in her gaze.
She was his dedicated second hand, any order of his completed with the same loyalty he provided his master from what the reaper had observed.
- But why?
What did she gain?
Spears wondered while knowing that demons moved with hunger, selfishly.
so she must be getting something in return, and even if the tall, slender butler seemed rather tamed, it didn’t ensure that she was as well.
Sebastian offered the younger demon a smile, one of appreciation as she promised him to return with the task completed, something the other hellish creature believed to be true.
He had the utmost belief she would do so, and during then his shoulders lightly slacked.
Granted he was a demon, and yes of course the menial tasks of the day were done with little effort at times. However, he grew weary of having to do it all for himself because the other servants were of no help, and it wasn't exhaustion that had him bothered, but irritation at such incompetence.
- (f/n) had arrived weeks ago, bowing to him in submission, presenting herself to him as aid and offering her service to him even outside of their realm.
She'd trailed behind him from the demon world, wonder in her gaze as she visited a world she'd never been witness to.
She'd never formed contracts or felt the need to visit such a world, even for sustenance, but she quickly found the benefits of such deals.
She liked it, it was less...competitive.
She fared better here than in her own realm, especially under the senior's tutelage and guidance.
During her stay, she felt more at ease, but lately, there had been an itch she couldn't scratch, a nagging feeling that she simply couldn't ignore and made her warm skin prickly.
And it had plenty to do with the shadow that followed her, keen on her every move, as well as the strange, unfamiliar scent that went along with the presence.
But if Sebastian held no regard to it...she shouldn't either …right?
She shouldn't feel such caution...right?
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William T. Spears was a man of utmost respect, and carried himself as such.
His illuminated eyes were not uncommon amongst the shinigami so he never found them in any way attractive, nor anyone who bore them.
How could they be if everyone else had them as well?
So, never had he been intrigued by his own kind, especially not for their gaze.
Humans were like a job, nothing more, nothing less. He didn't think much of them and why should he?
None had ever been exceptional, and the only times a human had genuinely interested him were zero.
So, he observed them frequently but never thought much of them.
But, demons?
Demons were another story.
Demons held his interest because they were pests. they were vermin that could interrupt his work, and the little vermin that had introduced herself in the Phantomhive manor was one he felt a certain irritation for that plagued him during his motionless sleep.
"- You," he said icily as his scythe's end was shot towards her as he advanced straight forth.
In her defenseless, careless state, she'd only caught sight of him at the last second, just as she was put in his range and mercy. She scurried, her feet moving in a jumbled mess as she tried to gather her wits.
"Huh?! Wait! I mean no harm!" she said hastily, her immediate, cowering response happening right as the scythe was pointed towards her, aimed right at the center of her chest.
Her hands were up in defense as she visibly shook, making her look smaller as she shrunk and shivered in what was worry.
And he could only imagine that if she had been a dog, her tail would have been tucked beneath her, ears flat with fear.
"Demon.” he breathed, looking dead at her, disgust making him scrunch up his nose as he stretched his arm with the weapon, stopping short of the sharp end touching her.
"What is your business here," he gritted, certain she was up to no good.
They were never up to any good and he would waste no more time observing from the shadows, waiting for disaster to happen.
“Two of you in one household,” he muttered, “This place is slowly becoming a cesspool of you creatures,” he added with a tired breath.
“Now speak!” he said.
"I...I…NO! wait! " she stuttered seeing him stepping closer while she stepped back quickly, soon backing into the hard wall, the female gasping at the contact and looking back at it with disbelief.
In her moment of distraction, his hand that held his scythe moved, falling back to his side with the weapon as his other shot towards her.
He wasted no time and pinned her to the wall with his left hand going right to her neck, squeezing it tightly right from the start,
"Answer me!" He demanded as she wailed around trying to free herself, grabbing his arm with her two hands.
“You will answer me or meet your end,” he warned her with venom.
“What are you doing?!” she said with wide eyes, the frantic look she wore seeming genuine to him, which made him raise a brow.
However, his response was to add more pressure, and it wasn't long before she seemed to have given in.
Her hands fell off from his wrists, and her chin pointed down as her head slumped forward.
She stayed motionless for a couple of seconds before her eyes opened up to him and were adjusted into a harsh glare that glowed the color of her kind.
Her eyes gleamed that illuminating pink color he'd been witness to before, making his grip falter, enough for her to capitalize on.
"LET GO!" she ordered him, her once soft features sharpening into a fierce image.
Her sharpened fangs bared as she snapped at him, her left hand cutting through the air and striking right where he'd been with a quickness that definitely surprised him, but was not good enough to match him.
He'd jumped back and stood on the defense after he spun his weapon, ending with pointing it towards her offensively, ready to end her life right then and there if she took even one step in the wrong direction.
"I will ask you again, what are you doing here?" He pressed on, scowling.
“I live here!” she insisted, and he jutted the scythe forward, narrowly missing her as she pushed it to the side with a hand.
“This is your final chance,” he said while swinging the weapon as she ducked beneath it.
“What are you doing here...demon?” He growled, and he could see the agitation of her face grow.
"- And if you would have let me speak rather than attacking me, we would be discussing that issue!" she barked at him, clearly annoyed by him as she kicked the pointed end away, her sweet demeanor gone as she showed bite.
"- Honestly you shinigami are so unsophisticated and just plain barbaric," She muttered, shooting him an accusing glare with the snide remark as she jumped back from yet another strike of his.
Her arms crossed over her chest as she lifted her nose up, tutting.
She'd only met one other, the redheaded one, and from what she gathered, they were all so...crass.
- Unpleasant.
“To think you wear such fine suits and behave so...unsophisticated,” she judged with disappointment.
“-To think this world is crawling with you...pests,” she added with distaste.
"Excuse me!" he exclaimed, pushing up his glass and hastily approaching her with quick steps, getting in her face in a matter of seconds.
Battle aside,
' - How dare she?
Me?! A pest?!' he thought with insult.
"you heard me! Unsophisticated and barbaric, vermin need I spell it !?!" she said standing definitely, rising to the tips of her toes, and even then she looked small, like an annoying, little snotty child.
"- You little brat, " he sneered tightening his hand around the scythe's holder.
He wanted to swing it towards her, but refrained from doing so, just to not give her the satisfaction.
"little brat! I'll have you know I'm probably twice your age !" she exclaimed and with that final word she stomped her foot childishly and huffed.
- He doubted it.
"Twice my age and half my intellect," he quipped, the sudden proclamation making her shiver like a troubled little parrot with ruffled feathers.
"How dare you..." she said with disbelief that quickly shifted into a quick snort,
“At least I don't reek of stink, you foul, walking corpse," she huffed, her nose pointed up yet again in an arrogant manner that made him shiver with annoyance.
"And I suppose your filthy stench is any better?" he questioned her, to which she smirked.
"Ahh...so You don't deny your foul odor then?" she said while his breath hitched.
The choked sound he made gave her reason to smile, the half-lifted smirk making the thick pulsing in his head pound with more aggression.
To think he was getting a headache already.
- His shift had just started and he had a massive headache, and his pride was getting trampled over too.
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It had been weeks since they first interacted, mere days over two months, and that had been all it took for him to sit in peace with her.
At first it had been yet another bitter encounter, one interrupted by the head butler, who had also had the nerve to call him rude for trespassing, and much more ‘attacking’ an ‘innocent,’ young woman.
William had trouble even recalling the situation without an eyeroll of sheer annoyance, because yet again he was made to sound like a brainless brute.
Then, she offered a truce in the form of tea and sweets.
She seemed awfully reluctant, but not morso than he was as he rejected the offering.
Fast-forward,
And then one day they talked.
They had a simple conversation on a day he found dreadful at first, but that had shifted in mood when he found someone that was anyone but Grell Sutcliff to speak to.
She had been better company with Grell, and from then on silent glares turned into little hello’s.
Brief, dry hello’s morphed into actual greetings and occasional, scattered talks.
And scattered talks somehow evolved into something more.
That bit of time was enough for him to relax beside her, and he would blankly stare at the sight before him, which was the Phantomhive's tenderly cared-for garden.
"I am a weak demon," she said looking down at her small hands, knowing that whatever form they took, be it the large shape edged ends that were painted black or the mortal seeming innocent cuts that were that of a demure woman, they wouldn't be enough to fend her self properly.
Perhaps humans were quickly subdued by her, but other demons?
- Not likely.
"I have always been a weak demon," she said with shame, "So, I cling onto master Sebastian for support," she added with a faint smile, looking up at him with sad (e/c) eyes.
He'd asked her what Sebastian was to her, what he meant because the longer he spent around her, the more annoyance he felt at seeing the two be so familiar with each other.
Sebastian’s protection of her, and her loyalty to him was irksome to the reaper.
The more time he spent with (f/n), the more he wondered about them and thier connection.
“It’s my only hope for survival,” she added, a huff of an amused breath drawing from her gently painted lips that he considered were pleasant to look at during idle thoughts.
"To live as a parasite..." she said with lukewarm amusement, "Pathetic right?" she asked him, and he only listened, not knowing what to really tell her because he was actually dreading hurting her feelings.
He detested seeing her look sullen.
During then, he looked towards her to see her knees pulled up to her chest, her chin laying over them, and as she did that she seemed vulnerable, the woman looking even more innocent and breakable.
She looked so tiny and helpless that he felt the need to scoot closer to her as they sat on the cloth she'd lay out over the grass.
With the same gentle smile, she looked towards him, and continued to speak,
" You know... you could have more than likely killed me,” she confessed and he thought back to every moment his weapon had scraped by her neck, and much more every single misstep of hers he'd caught and could have taken advantage of, but didn't quite feel right to.
" And I owe him much," she added with a fond smile.
That smile... it caused his heart to feel … something odd, something that plagued him.
She shouldn't have looked so sweet, but she did, and he shouldn't have really been there to listen to her words as he did,
but...he did.
He looked down at his scythe as the weapon was laid out before him as a form of truce, something completely moronic, but that he'd suggested and went through with.
- He was a reaper.
It was not only his job or simple duty but his entire existence.
Slowly, his eyes went from his scythe to her, his glowing green gems greeting her fluorescent glow that glimmered beneath the moonlight like a lovely gemstone.
Just like reaper eyes, he hadn't considered them special before.
All demons had the same eyes when in their true forms.
Sebastian's were almost identical in color, in glow, and yet … yet hers, he considered beautiful.
(f/n)'s were ones he couldn't look away from and thought of fondly.
For just a moment they shone before reverting back to (e/c), the little flicker occurring every now and then.
The more human touch was not something he disliked, because he silently mused over how lovely they seemed too.
They shouldn’t have looked beautiful to him… but they did.
For some reason they did, and it made his teeth press hard together, his jaw locked.
'no...' he sat there in disbelief, his heart fastening, realization raining down on him.
' No..!' he told himself again, as though barking the order could do anything to stop just how much he was slowly understanding what he felt.
Late-night rendezvous wasn't something he should be engaging in, with a demon nonetheless.
His work meant everything to him.
He was his work, there was no line in between.
And (f/n)… (f/n) was a demon, a creature that hindered his profession by just existing, by feasting upon the souls he collected.
Throughout the moment she looked at him, her (e/c) colored eyes pretty beneath the lighting, almost innocent in the sense that they were terribly alluring.
"If I were to reach for my weapon..." he started, "What would you do?" he asked her, and the question surprised her.
she blinked repeatedly in silence and confusion, her head tilting slightly like a loyal puppy, not quite grasping at what he implied.
"Let you..?" she said with a soft smile, not understanding him, the idea not crossing her mind, and he released a low sigh at the answer.
She lived her life in caution, yet was trusting of him.
"Do you have to leave already?" she asked him with just a touch of disappointment, and it made him want to stay.
"If I were to make a mistake..." he then said his voice tremorous, "And if I were to take your hand instead... would you allow it," he asked her, and that certainly gave him a response that was more animated.
"Huh?!"
She glowed, her face burning at the question, and she looked away, her hands both pressed over her chest as she thought about it as she nervously wrung them.
- Quite demure, terribly sweet.
What in the world was he doing?
He felt heat rise over his face, gently settling as he mused over his own question.
"I would...I would let you," she answered back breathlessly, still not looking at him, having trouble even finding her voice.
"Even if I stink of death?" he asked with a quirked brow, his voice touched by amusement as he recalled her very words, rephrasing them back to her.
The bit of bashfulness she showed lessened as she smiled,
"- Only if you don't mind the scent of vermin," she said back, her (e/c) colored eyes peering over at his coyly.
Of all the beings in the world, of the many that existed... he'd fallen in love with a damn demon.
And at that moment, he leaned over, his right hand moving to the back of her head as he pulled her to him as she came closer, nearing his lips to hers in a slow manner that made his heart ache with anticipation he'd never felt before.
The sweet taste that graced him left him calmed, nearly dumb with how little he actually thought of anything other than her.
Again, he found himself gazing at those glowing eyes that had been roused out of sheer excitement and delight, and he actually found them beautiful, unique, and only because they belonged to (F/n).
Carnal desires were nothing to him, the need to touch any one else never being there until then.
His lower lip was then touched by his own tongue as he was tempted to dive in for another press.
He'd truly never felt anything for anyone.
Annoyance for Grell perhaps.
Vexation for Sebastian.
Satisfaction whenever his father approved of his work.
Tenderness?
His heart had never felt softer than for (f/n). That was for sure.
Lust?
Most certainly for (f/n). His cheeks glowed with the thought of falling back in, and even asking for more.
Outside, for all to see.
Love..?
Perhaps for (f/n).
If it wasn’t love that he felt now, it was too close for it not to be mistaken by it.
'To think that the one being that makes me feel something so...unique is a creature of the underground.
To think that right now... I want to reach for you again instead of my scythe,' he thought with conflict, his mind and heart in a battle.
His hand withdrew from her, and it instead hovered over the handle of his weapon.
Hesitantly, his fingers curled over the rod, bringing it close as he stood, all as she watched him with a look of let down.
She seemed rather disappointed, but it lessened with what he said during his departure,
"I will be back tomorrow..." he told her.
Perhaps it might have not seemed like the most romantic words to some, but to her, it was defiantly endearing, especially when he offered her a soft smile of comfort as he made the promise to come back.
You had just gotten your pair of official reaper glasses and were still adjusting. You stumbled a lot due to the sudden change in sight. One day you knocked against a potted plant and your glasses flew off and scattered across the floor. You patted and crawled around the floor. You found your hands patted on a hard surface and leaned your head down and your head hit something firm. “Oh sorry I-“ You say expecting to look at someone’s head but instead found yourself meating meeting William T Spears’s crotch. You flushed red and placed your hand on his legs to pull yourself up but his trousers feel loose and he he caught them in time for keep them up. And scrambled up his legs and your fingers met something hard again. Oh dear lord! W-was he h-hard? You gasped as two strong arms slid under your arms and pulled you up. You could have sworn his cheeks had a slight rose tint. “You’re embarrassing yourself. In my office.” He said before using his index finger to push up his glasses and walked off. Part 2?
i was wondering if I could get a black butler matchup/ship. I’m female, she/her, 20, bisexual as hell, INTJ, and a new media artist (still in college tho). I’m 5’1 and a half with an average build, brown eyes, and black wavy hair till my shoulders. I wear clear cat eye glasses. i honestly don’t know how to describe my style cause it changes constantly depending on the vibe I’m feeling. I do however live for accessories whether it be butterfly hair clips, elf ear cuffs, arms stacked with bracelets, or rings on every finger. As for personality I am a MASSIVE introvert except for with my best friends where my unhinged side comes out. Despite being an introvert I’m very comfortable with leadership. I’m also quite thoughtful and contemplative just letting my mind drift off to wherever. I’m far from clingy and prefer to keep my own space even if I know you well. I can be a bit stubborn, and opinionated at times however. I’m a huge planner and hate when things go off schedule or when things are chosen abruptly. I also find it hard to start new things, but once I’m in the groove its fine. As mentioned before, I am studying new media art. I love game design, 3d modeling, interactive design, visual effects etc. I also love art history, especially Pre Raphaelite Arthurian paintings, Italian renaissance architecture, Egyptian manuscripts and Greco Roman sculpture. For hobbies I love reading, gaming, binge watching, digital illustration, dancing, rollerblading, baking cookies, and listening to video essays/podcasts/audiobooks. My favorite genres are detective, classics, fantasy, folklore, mythology and lore from any of my fandoms. I love listening to music in a multitude of languages as well whether Arabic, Italian, French, Hindi and much more. Think that’s it! Thank you!
hi xx
i think i have a match for you but it might not be what ur thinking
i happen to ship you with william t spears :p
this man might be kind of (very) serious and strict but in my fantastical mind he's that on the surface but there's the sliiiiightest but of a softie down below. just a tad. i really think he would take a high interest in your interests and i think he'd also like learn about them in his off time or your off time from each other and he'd come to you super matter-of-factual like "by the way you didn't know this but-" type thing. he'd act like he doesn't give two shits abt things you're doing but in reality the reason he tags along and learns about shit is because he wants you to be happy and safe so he has to be there. your stubborn/opinionated side would also entertain him, but the fact that you don't get as out of hand as grell (at least i think) means he doesn't think of you as a chore and more as a companion when you first meet, then slowly but surely evolves into a relationship later down the road. your style would however confuse him but i also think he'd be down for tolerating it, even maybe asking about it. he isn't the type to necessarily hype you up or anything however don't be surprised if you happen to find a new pair of glasses or ear cuffs laying on your bed~
