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If you're comfortable with it could I get black butler headcanons for both sebastian and ciel where the reader has escaped her high class (but abusive) family where she was seen as a black sheep because she's actually a seer (though they dont believe she is) that would get dreams of bad things to come but her family just saw her as a harbinger of doom when she'd try to warn them and then it'd happen soon after.

I feel like a seer would be a cool addition to their wacky bunch :D

(Hey! This idea is so cool, I love it! :3)

“The Oracle beneath the Manor”

Characters: Sebastian Michaelis, Ciel Phantomhive & FEM! Reader (platonic).

CW: Nightmares, sleep deprivation, dissociation, trauma, visions and past toxic family dynamics with child abuse.

—You were born into a “perfect” aristocratic household, cold, severe and obsessed with appearances. You were meant to be a dutiful, silent daughter. But your gift, your curse, made that impossible.

—Your visions began early: the death of a horse, the collapse of a chandelier, your cousin’s mysterious illness. Each time you tried to warn them, they punished you emotionally, sometimes physically.

“You willed this to happen.”

“Your words bring ruin.”

“You’ve always been the family’s rot.”

—You were isolated, gaslit, accused of theatrics or devilry. They called you hysterical, fragile, a black omen in lace.

—By the time you escaped, your dreams weren’t just about the future. They were full of blood on velvet rugs. The sound of your mother’s voice saying, “No man will ever want a girl like you.”

CIEL

—Ciel’s own childhood was dark, so he’s instantly able to see why you fled your family. He empathizes silently with your “black sheep” status, though he rarely shows it. Instead, he admires your courage for escaping and recognizes your visions as a valuable asset.

—He respects your seer abilities, but he’s also the kind of young master who expects results. When you give him warnings or glimpses of the future, he listens intently, sometimes pushing you for details or clarification because in his world, knowledge is power, and failure isn’t an option.

—Once he starts trusting your dreams, Ciel begins depending on them for decisions. He’ll wake you in the middle of the night, demanding, “Have you seen anything yet?” even if he knows you haven’t slept. He’s desperate to stay ahead of threats.

—Because your visions often carry terrible news, Ciel can sometimes become frustrated or cold when the warnings come too often or too vague. He struggles with the fact that your gift, while powerful, also means living with constant dread.

—Despite your family’s rejection, Ciel fiercely defends you as part of his “wacky bunch.” He won’t tolerate anyone disrespecting you or doubting your visions in his presence. If someone insults or undermines your gift, Ciel’s usually the first to shut them down, sometimes with a sharp comment or with the subtle threat of the Phantomhive name.

—Ciel encourages you to keep a detailed dream journal and rate the intensity of each vision.

—On rare occasions when your visions take a visible toll (bleeding noses, fainting, lost sleep…) Ciel will sit by your bed while you sleep, arms folded tightly, angry at himself.

—You sometimes sketch what you see instead of describing it. Ciel keeps a locked folder of your drawings.

—You sit in companionable silence more often than you speak. Sharing a room, each with a book or your thoughts.

—When your nightmares come, he doesn’t knock. He sends Sebastian to check on you once. Twice. Then the third time, he comes himself. Waits outside your door, knowing you need space but not wanting you to feel alone. Occasionally, he’ll share his own darkest thoughts or plans.

SEBASTIAN

—When Sebastian first meets you, he’s intrigued by the subtle air of mystery around you. He senses your rare supernatural ability. Unlike your family who dismissed your visions as madness or bad luck, Sebastian immediately respects your gift. He often watches you closely, noting the way you shift when a premonition strikes.

—Being the skeptic demon he is, Sebastian sometimes tests the accuracy of your prophecies with small experiments or controlled scenarios. It’s both for his amusement and curiosity. But he never doubts your gift for long; when your warnings come true, his respect deepens, and his assistance becomes more direct and invested.

—Your family called you cursed. A bringer of bad luck. A freak. Sebastian calls you useful. But in the way a weapon is useful: sharp, dangerous, and to be respected.

—Sebastian is obsessed with the complexity of human suffering, and your curse/gift is a fascinating contradiction. You see terrible things but try to do good. He admires that you keep your humanity despite this.

—Though Sebastian doesn’t openly express emotions, he understands the loneliness and burden of your ability. When nightmares or visions overwhelm you, he appears silently at your side with a cup of tea. Sometimes he even hums softly or plays the piano to soothe your mind, a rare glimpse at his gentler side.

—You never have to ask for space, he knows when to leave and he knows exactly when not to.

—If you’re ever mocked by a visiting noble or dismissed for your visions, Sebastian’s expression doesn’t change, but later that noble might find themselves subtly humiliated. A wine stain, a spilled tray or a blade just a little too close during a fencing match.

—There are nights Sebastian offers to take the burden for a while. Not permanently, but a kiss to the forehead with demonic intent, a temporary sleep enchantment or a night free of dreams.

—He keeps track of your physical and emotional responses to visions. Your migraines, your shaking hands, the glassy look in your eyes. He’s terrifyingly precise, he’ll notice the smallest sign before a vision hits and sometimes catch you mid-collapse before even you know it’s coming.

—In fact, in full moons, your visions are stronger. Sebastian always seems to sense it and appears in your room just before you collapse, catching you like it’s routine.

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I hate this german boy.

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Engagement

YAYAYAY I MANAGED TO FINISH IT IN TIME! TWO PAGES IN ONE DAY! Ignore it being 2 am

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sebastian being a creep and a weirdo

sebastian michaelis, who becomes irrational when you give zero fucks about him. even when he tries to impress you by his looks and his skills, you only give him a polite smile and a forced compliment as to spare his dignity.

it was nothing at first, until you express your disinterest very loudly even without speaking. sebastian concluded that the remaining relative of ciel phantomhive ultimately gets under his nerves.

sebastian michaelis, whose eyes creep you out from the way he stares at you like a predator and thinks he is being discreet; he was wrong when you told his master about his behavior and got scolded in return.

sebastian michaelis, who wonders why you solely make your goal to spite him (you’re not doing anything). interacting with the other servants and his master like you did not spout the most horrendous things a human could ever say to him.

sebastian michaelis, who thinks you look unsightly whenever you try to be kind to the guests in his master’s manor, who watches you fake your laugh and overexaggerate your interest towards a guest’s boring and pathetic life.

sebastian michaelis, whose attitude did a 180-degree turn when you explicitly asked for assistance in removing your garments; he has never felt so satisfied and accomplished to think that you’re asking for his favor while watching you stumble away to your room with the amount of liquor in your system.

sebastian michaelis, who took his time blessing his eyes with seeing your bare skin; his mouth watering like a creep, seeing the unaware look you have on your face. he ignores mey-rin’s name that came out of your mouth, fully knowing you mistook him for the woman.

sebastian michaelis, who is definitely not a kind soul and lets his hands roam inappropriately around your body, disguising it as him “checking for blemishes on your body”—no, he is just a pervert bastard taking advantage of his nemesis’ drunken state.

a chance to break you into pieces, if it were not for you falling asleep so quickly with your torso still exposed like a damn fool.

sebastian michaelis, who seethes quietly when you return to normal, sipping your tea as if nothing happened. his master takes note of his behaviour and aggressively brings him back from his thoughts with a snarky remark.

sebastian michaelis, who is unaware that he becomes possessive when another supernatural being becomes close to you. he watches you two with a scowl when you become a cuddle pillow for undertaker, who becomes too adamant about pissing the demon off by nuzzling and coddling you in his arms.

sebastian michaelis, who has a miraculous chance to bathe you instead of mey-rin, watches you slowly creep away in disgust when you see the excited look on the butler’s face. his manicured nails and an unfamiliar mark on his hand are exposed to you shamelessly, and he cooes when he sees the curiosity in your eyes.

sebastian michaelis, who forgets his dislike for you when he sees the water droplets cascade on your body beautifully, and having to see you relaxed even when he should be here to ruin your peace.

the coil in his stomach stirs up when he hears you let out a pleased sound at his massage.

sebastian michaelis, who checks up on you at one night, his whole body stiffens, seeing that you were not fully clothed and you looked at him with disdain in your eyes. the butler becomes too quiet for your liking;

and as you’re about to slam the door shut, he prevents it with his foot.

sebastian michaelis, who takes off his gloves using his teeth, you sense the shift within the butler when your room suddenly grows darker—the candles flickering off, a strong gash of wind appears in your room out of nowhere; your eyes widen seeing black feathers illuminating away from his body.

sebastian michaelis, who becomes illogical when you make no negative reaction from seeing his true form and lets his shadows grasp and hold you a bit roughly while he stares down at you hungrily. you were too dumbfounded to answer, even when his saliva drips on your cheek—he wipes it away with his pointy nail.

sebastian michaelis, whose one of his shadows wagged in happiness seeing that you made no resistance at his touch—fully becoming enamored with you that you still have him wrapped around your finger when he is in his true form.

sebastian michaelis being an unhinged creep for you.

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jealousy looks good on sebastian’s face

the dirty look he gives you, knowing that you slept with someone for information. he was very opposed to the idea if it weren’t for his master permitting you to do whatever it takes for the mission.

he remembers the blissful look on your face when joker pleasured you in his tent.

the human bares no privileges to taste you—to touch you, and to make you orgasm by his hands.

sebastian mournfully watches you manipulate joker, whispering commands on how to please you; the human only interrupts you with a deep, sloppy kiss—reassuring you that he knows how to make you feel good.

the poor tree close by the tent, where you two are about to fornicate in, snaps in half with his grip; sebastian feels quite delighted seeing the confused look on joker’s face; however, you were not oblivious.

you know damn well it was him throwing a tantrum.

so you give the butler a show.

the sounds you’re letting out feels too theatrical; sebastian knew that you’d rather die than have someone make you induce a noise so dirty.

the worse part? he knew you were sincerely enjoying it.

your eyes made contact with sebastian’s while joker is busy making out with you and grinding his hips deliciously against yours; the demon’s crimson eyes gleam in fury—your body shivers from the cold pressure of the wind and the demon’s rising aura.

the sounds of wet slaps of skins for hours are scratching deeply into his ear drums, he was this close to burning the tent. sebastian wants to slice joker’s tongue, his heightened hearing picks up the whispers he breathes in your ears—about how good you make him feel.

like a natural, you respond just the way joker wants you to. great heavens, you’re a nasty one.

your eyes rolled back in pleasure, letting out an exaggerated moan as the two of you reach your orgasm, rage almost blurs the clear mind of the butler’s.

because despite your advances, you had easily obtained the information needed.

sebastian is infuriated that you can easily sleep with a human you’ve just met, while you reject his advances every time inside the manor.

it makes him look needy, he thinks it’s pathetic and disgusting.

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RIP Tomura Shigaraki you would’ve loved starting every sentence with “chat,”

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the purpose of friends is to have people who unconditionally hate your shitty exes & relatives. like maybe YOU have a complex relationship with your father but i sure don't. i'm outside his house with a gun. he's not the unforgivable asshole who raised me he's just an unforgivable asshole

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some crumb cat doodles i make recently

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I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you

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childhood bestfriend!kaiser who specifically always demands his managers to reserve a spot for you at every single one of his games.

you always go to support him, with him insisting he needs you there as some sort of “lucky charm” (he won’t actually admit he thinks those superstitions are bullshit), so imagine his shock when he finds out that your seat is empty on the day of one of the most important games of the season—the game that will decide who gets to compete in the german cup.

it’s ten minutes before the game starts and despite his coach’s pep talk to the team, all kaiser can focus on is your empty seat and the absolute betrayal you’ve bestowed upon him, your supposed “best friend.”

he hasn’t realized it—nor will he admit it if he ever were to come to such an epiphany—stubborn as he is, but the reason as to why he does so well in games that you’re present at is because of the fact it gives him more motivation to win and impress you rather than just solely being dependent on the faces of despair from his opponents. a unique sort of euphoria that he gets whenever he can spot you jumping up and down in your seat with his number #10 jersey on, that your praise belongs to him and him only.

so when he steps out on to the field and sees that your seat is still collecting dust, he seethes silently to himself, gritting his teeth, pissed that he even called you his best friend to begin with. because what sort of friend doesn’t show up to one of the most important games in germany’s football?!

he’s still planning to win, of course. he’s michael kaiser—he’s famous for doing so. and he plans to use all his rage that you’ve caused to do so, just in spite of you.

because he’s michael kaiser, number ten of bastard mündchen. he doesn’t need your help. he never did.

(see, what he doesn’t know is that you’re simply home sick with a cold and that you’re still dressed in his jersey, just also with a sweater and bundles of blankets on top to stay warm, but regardless, you’re still watching and cheering him on from behind the tv screen. you’ve sent him some texts and voicemails telling him so, but none have received a reply back yet and you can only imagine what this drama queen has in store for you once he wins the match.)

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cant remember when i last drew him :3

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cutie patootie

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I love Mr. Crawling ❤️❤️❤️

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Astral Express Shenanigans: Game Night

Bonus:

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i hate it when it feels like a character has been designed specifically for me to like them . because then i do like them and it feels like i walked straight into their trap

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I ate Dan Heng's fabric and left the edible food untouched, and he left this note for me the next day.

He's not mad, just confused.