Recently gotten back into black butler SPECIFICALLY for my nerdy emo boyfriend Gregory violet so I have headcanons for him. I've just realized that this also means I've got to be careful of spoilers so for the purposes of this making any sense were going to say this is all well before Ciel arrives and before the headmaster leaves.
πTHEIR WILL BE NSFW HEADCANONSπ
I'll seperate them of course so you don't have to read them if you don't want and I'll even be extra caring and give you a stop warning when you get there. Either way ON WE GO!!!
Okay so listen meeting him would be incredibly difficult. He's a perfect for starters which means he runs on a tight schedule and he's incredibly reclusive on the second. So ya unless your incredibly important or incredibly out of place your best bet at even just seeing him Is a peak at him as he turns a corner. However just for you I'll give you a two in one and you get to be BOTH. Isn't that nice of me π©·π©·π©·
Your the headmaster granddaughter whom he adores very much. Even though women are not normally aloud on grounds you stay with him in the headmasters quarters. You've always done this since you always sing at the 4th celebration and your grandfather watched over your preparations. You stay in your own room out of sight of others in order to keep things orderly. You spend a majority of your time just napping whereever you can after your lessons. You don't go out where you can be seen by the school boys and you certainly don't bother your grandfather while he works however he does love to hear you sing. So after hours when all is still within the walls he will call you out into the hall and he will pull you up a chair so you may practice your songs just for him and you do.
You sing each note with out a slip or a crack and each breath you take is silent. Your music is entrancing. Maybe to entrancing.
Through your vibrant song you miss the sound of the large doors at the other side of the hall open and close. It isn't till your grandfather halts your song with a simple raise of his hand that you stop and the final silent breath echos far.
The chair your in hides you well. It's large. Much larger then you. With a tall back and eched raised arm rests your engulfed in it. You peak around the soft curve of your hair to catch a glimpse of who had entered without direct permission especially so late in the night.
Four men are greeted warmly by your grandfather. The P4 as he introduces them. A large man who's figure certainly matches the boom in his voice is dressed in green and absolutely taken aback by you simply being there. Another much calmer man dressed in red with golden hair and the most firey eyes you've ever seen throws you a wink while his polar opposite, dressed in blue, seems rather uninterested in you. Or atleast he's trying to appear as so as he seems to quiver while adjusting his glasses. His pristean appearance and flawless haircut make him look nearly inhuman. The final man is cloaked in a deep purple. Shaggy bangs catch and cast the moonlight from his raven hair onto his pale face. His eyes are wide as they meet yours. Dazed, eccentric, and ethereal. Like the dahlia pinned to his chest. Your not sure whether to cowar in fear or welcome him with your soul. Either way what bliss.
Between the busy schedules of the P4, your own lessons and your much needed nap times you had been giving a bit of your time to becoming acquainted with the P4. At first it was a request of the headmasters. He wanted you to be in good standing with them in case he needed to leave so that you wouldn't be alone and since you had began to get a bit restless. Then they started requesting you on their own. Redmond enjoyed your stories and the others had no problem with a song or two. Then finally you were a regular. They had started to expect you there and on days when you couldn't attend your next gathering would be started with tails of how "miserable" with out you they were. (It's just Redmond) Or atleast so you think.
Though he doesn't speak much during the gatherings you felt he was always a bit more attentive when you were close. His eyes followed you carefully if you moved and he would make odd comments ever now and then. He was just as strange as he seemed. His sketch pad was full of charcoal drawings of people just standing around and going about their day and if he weren't drawing he was forming some strange concoction out of the many drinks and snacks on the table. As odd as he was he certainly had a sweet tooth. Perhaps one that rivaled even your own.
It's not until he spills one of these strange looking drinks all over, not just the table, but himself that your first truly notable interaction happens. His drudge immediately runs off to gather napkins and perhaps a mop or towel but you simply reach into your chest pocket and pull out a plain handkerchief. The boys seem flushed at this especially Greenhill who starts his ramble about absolute decency and not having a guest give something up over their own mess but quickly stops as you explain that it's just a handkerchief and you have thousands exactly like it.
You go to hand it to Violet with a soft smile and he seems nearly horrified. His black lips part ever so slightly but he says nothing. His widened eyes go from you to the handkerchief and back up to you before giving in and taking it swiftly to clean up the mess. He rests his face trying to return to his normally spaced out look. His drudge returns with not just napkins and a large towel but also an entire new table cloth and set up. The drudge is almost as horrified as Violet was earlier to realize that the mess had been cleaned up in the time it took him to return and when his eyes tracked to the handkerchief Violet was clutching he practically went up in smoke from how rosey his cheeks turned. Violet turned back to you and spoke maybe the first true words he had ever said to you. Thank you.
After the gazebo he returned to purple house with the sticky handkerchief still stuffed into his chest pocket. The only place he could store it without his drudge trying to inspect it. He had it washed but you never did get it back. Oh well.
Now whenever you go to the swan gazebo you always have a space reserved next to him. He speaks just a bit sweeter when it's to you and even if he's not watching you directly he's always listening.
It's definitely going to seem out of the blue however it definitely was not. It has to be a perfect moment for Violet to even attempt to say anything. It would have to be just the two of you, preferably late at night to make certain no one showed up unannounced, and he would have to be in a rather good mood. He wouldn't plan as maticulously as the other but he would have a few words and maybe a gift for you.
He would ask you to roam the halls with him. You would veiw the stars from the wide windows of purple house and he would do his best to keep you in an entertaining conversation. You may not have known him for a very long time but you had know him long enough to notice how strangely stand-offish he was being. He kept a bit of extra distance from you and while usually he could hold eye contact for atleast a little he could hardly look up at you now. His hands never left his pockets and his hood was pulled to just above his eyes. Finally something he said makes you laugh and the pure joy of it shakes all of the fear from his body. He would stop and pull his hands out of his pockets along with a few sheets of paper from one of his note books. Each would have multiple drawings and in depth sketches of you. The last of the sheets would have just one large one and it would be a bust of you laughing. At the bottom a small note would be left. "I picture you so vividly it's like your a still image in my daydreams. I hope that with these I'll be able to take permanent sanctuary in yours."
You of course tell him you feel the same and from that moment on he does in fact live freely in your mind.
Obviously Violet isn't very experienced if at all but that doesn't stop him from trying his best.
We all know that he's incredibly loyal and that only strengthens once your his and his alone.
If he can be close to you he will. If your next to each other your shoulders are practically breathing on each other's. His cloak will rub against your leg and you'll immediately assume it's a bug or something and panic. He doesn't mean for this to happen but he does find it hard to not snicker at you as you jump away from nothing.
He can be brash at time. He doesn't have much of a filter but he truly is a sweetheart and of course he adores you but he's also a complete jerk to the people he loves so be ready for some blunt force trauma to your ego.
Oh your wearing a full face of makeup? "Whoever did this to you is plotting on your down fall."
He wouldn't say anything that he believes would actually hurt you and with his observations skills he would have a pretty good idea of what to avoid or what is to much but their are a few times when he takes it a bit far by accident.
Once you were having a particularly rough day and went to him hoping you could finally relax in the silence of his study. You had knocked a vase full of water onto your brand new sheet music rendering it completely illegible and broken the vase, which was a gift from your mother in the process. When you attempted to explain what had happened to your grandfather he practically shooed you away so now you had to find a way to replace the sheet music and hopefully fibd someone who could the vase. As if that weren't already bad enough the man who normally plays yours accompaniment didnt show up so you couldnt get the rhythm to your new music. It was a waste of time since you felt completely stagnant in your progress. You wanted to just sink into the ground and not climb out. As soon as you walk in you spot him on his sofa and go to sit on the other side of him thinking that maybe sinking into it cushions would be a sweeter demise. You sit down and curl up letting out a heavy breath. You finally start to let the memory fade out into nothing but background noise when Violet looks up from his sketch pad and made his comment. "I could hear the headmaster sighing from all the way down the hall today, what mischief we're you stirring up?" The words left him as a small smirk formed on his face. It was ment to just be a light poke of fun at you but it was what pushed you over the edge. The embarrassing feeling in your gut returned ten fold. He had shooed you away and now you knew he had been disappointed. You couldn't shove away the awful feeling anymore and it traveled from the pits of your stomach to the aching center of your throat. You covered your mouth and tears weld and spilled from your eyes. It was silent as your tears just rolled down your face onto your red puffy cheeks.
Violets face drops as he notices your tears and wished he could take back everything he had just said. But why were you crying? Was it his tone? Maybe he was to harsh? Or maybe he just didn't deliver it right? He wasn't sure what to do. He placed his sketch pad down and carefully scooted towards you. He wasn't sure if you would want him to touch you or not or if he should try to sooth you or let you cry. It was all so new and confusing to him maybe he should start crying to???
He would end up throwing his cloak around you so that your hiding in it with him. He would pull you into his chest and whisper his apologies to you.
He's never apologized so many times in his life. You could see how awfull he felt in his eyes and all over his face but it was his voice that really gave it away. His usual calm and smooth delivery is replaced by a quivering uncertainty.
You end up calming down and as you both nuzzle and cuddle together in his cloak you tell him about all the things that day that went wrong.
He would definitely have Cheslock write up a new copy of the sheet music you lost and he could definitely get some member of purple house to repair your vase or even make a near identical replica if the break was that bad.
I think his dates would be much like what you were doing when you got together.
You would roam the halls at night watching the stars or getting books from the library.
He would definitely enjoy midnight picnics together. Trays of sweet cakes and pastry all set up perfectly. He would have lots of blankets layed out so that you don't have to lay on the grass or you would eat in the gazebo. The silent moments are what really tug at his heart. Just being there with you. Knowing that he can be silent and you would still know what this ment to him was one of his favorite things about you.
He would also be so freaked by any physical contact at first. Like you want to hold his hand? Sure you can but just know he's going to be sweating profusely and your hands are gonna end up black from all the graphite. Maybe just pinkys for now. If you went to hug him he would wrap his arms around you but he's completely still. He won't even breath he will literally be turning purple by the time you release him.
He would warm up to it eventually though but be warned once he does he's like one of those velcro baby's that will cry if it's not touching you.
His free hand holding your pinky, his shoe touching yours under the table, his fingers twirling your hair.
Speaking of hair if you touch his at all hes laying in your lap and becoming putty in the palm of your hand. PLEASE play with his hair. Run your fingers through it, braid the white section, brush it, massage his scalp, literally anything. Just note that if you do this he will fall asleep where ever he is. Standing sitting or laying down he's tapped out and it's going to be the best sleep he's had in a month.
πTHIS NEXT SECTION IS NSFWπ
This guy is definitely a virgin but that doesn't mean he doesn't know his way around your body. He's an artist and a very good one so his understanding of anatomy is next level.
He certainly doesn't spend a lot of time staring at naked people however he does spend a good while staring at you. He's definitely imagined what you would look like completely naked. He's definitely also got a couple sketches of you and him in some questionable positions. He'd have you touching your self from every angle possible and a few of you looking up while on your knees. His personal favorite is one of you from the side back arching, mouth wide, with his tie around your eyes.
Your first time would be simple and vanilla. It would have to be in a space that you are both familiar and comfortable in with a door that LOCKS.
After the first time things start to progress
This guy can get kinky if your into it.
He's got this specific intrest in your mouth and just everything about it. Your soft lips and how they look when they part, your pearly teeth and sharp canines, but especially your tongue. He would dip two of his fingers into your mouth and run them over your tongue and to the back of your throat. The warmth of your tongue on his fingers and the wet saliva that connects them when he removes his fingers does something to him that he's not proud to admit to anyone but you.
To no one's surprise this also means that he loves kissing and having your mouth all over him and vice versa. He's sliding slowly into you but his mouth his attacking your neck likes he trying to devour you. By the end of it ever square inch of your skin from neck to thighs is covered in hickey, bites and black marks of his lipstick that he refuses to remove any other way now.
Cause ya the makeup stays on and if you were wearing any before your definitely not now because the way this guy's gonna make you feel is gonna have you seeing stars from both overstimulation and tears skewing your vision. Black mascara runs down the sides of your face, blush now replaced with a natural rosenes and glossy lips are now because of your mixed spits connecting. But he doesn't mind he still thinks your beyond beauty especially while your under him.
Your both spent so your just laying on the couch or floor of his study with him in bliss. He wouldn't want to get up immediately but if you show even the slightest discomfort he's up. He'd help you get dressed and quickly sneak you out of purple house. He'd even piggy back you back to your room if you ask really nicely. Once your there he's getting you everything he can possibly picture you needing. A warm bath, it's drawn, a snack and some cold water, whole charcuterie board, water and tea. He's an angel for you because for the first time he feels like love isn't just in his books but now it's in front of him and he's not going to let his inexperience drive you away.
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This one is my favorite thing I've written so far.
