#black butler albert

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

Angel Belladonna Cake

Many years have changed.

Many years people have changed.

Many years the world has change.

Ever since the closing curtain call of the century's end, many things has change. The outfits, the food, the way people live, everything big or small was slowly change for a new book cover shade.

People of London walk in groups, chatting their morning away as they work as busy bees as always, the daily gossip fresh on the lips of the maidens dressed so fine in dresses and hair built up and tight. "Lady Elizabeth's husband is back from a trip I hear." "Does this mean we'll finally see him, the mystery husband of the Midford name?" "I due hope so. I bet he's handsome thanks to that lovely angel they birthed."

Indeed, the topic is even different than years before. Before it was who the beautiful and talented Lady Elizabeth Midford was going to wed after the chaotic reveal of two fiances, whom she'll pick base on statues of love in her heart. However, that quickly change upon sudden news within her 18th birthday nearer of a mysterious noble waltz in and the two fell instantly for each other and quickly wed. The mystery groom, Sir Lord Banishes Calamities, however is never seen in public besides their wedding day and a few hosted parties.

Many assumed he wasn't real until the birth of the Midford Family's heir of the next generation and beauty of her parents, Bella.

The very same Bella that across the ways of London's street to a large home just by the countryside who dances across polish marble floors so elegantly and smooth, a silver sword in hand as her partner.

Much like the gossips, Bella Midford is indeed a beauty. Long raven black hair in wisps and curls that reach down her back like a elegant cape, skin as smooth and perfect as a fine statue of Ancient Greece in the flesh color of a light beige and almond, a strong thin nose with a natural pink flush many would envy years ahead of time, large dark emerald eyes of a natural glimmering glow, and natural pale red lips fill as a rose petal. She also happens to have grown quiet tall after the setting sun of her 9th birthday with a lanky thin build lots of women in the Era would kill to have in a healthy way without the works of corsets or many pounds of powder.

The man she fights fall to the ground in a hard echoing thud as the girl stands perfect still with a grin of victory. A clap catches both their heads as a beautiful woman with blonde longs done up in a bun dressed so beautifully in blacks and greens walking to them. "Wonderful work Bella, you're getting better everyday." Said she, her voice sweet and comforting like honey. Bella smiles bright and turns a heel as she speaks, her voice similar but a slightly deeper pitch, "I learn from the best teachers after all mama."

As the sun reached it's full peek the scent of floral heaven sweeps up into the warm summer air to any nose and lung living around the recent edges of two large manors beside each other with a creek and small patch of forest splitting between their large lands just the outskirts of London's busy life style. Blue bells and white roses of many colors and size grow along the walls and ground of the manors in beautiful harmony as a morning bird chirps and chirps and chirps.

A man dressed in black walks down the halls as the morning light seeps in through the windows of dark blue lace curtains creating a beautiful design dark blue hue shade of shadows, in front of him he wheels a cart of tea cups and plates of soft sweet treats. He stops at a door and enters after gentle knocks, walking into a room painted white with flares of blue shades of many and silver threaded twinkles across and dangle across the ceiling and walls like frozen dew drops of the morning rain of April, against the wall center farthest away from the door sat a bed of soft comfort with a figure of two lay comfortably within each other's warmth.

The gent in black pulls the curtains open letting the sun come in fully, "Young master, Lady Doll, it is time to wake up."

At the same time as them, a figure of dark skin and light lavender waves of a short mop of hair dressed in a white ruffled blouse and black pants with brown boots to match walks into a large room filled with lavender and bluebells with a bundle of blankets rests in the large bed center of the room. With gentle hands and a soft they spoke, "Wake up little one. The morning is awaiting your play." The small figure under the bundle of blankets squirm in circles and groan, "Untie...Leave me be..."

"Untie can't let that happy star-shine." They giggles and shook the body more.

As the figures snug in their bed arose, figures of three and six others that follow suit helps get the day started with laundry, food, and garden work in clockwork until things were ready within a lovely greenhouse sat built in between the lands.

A grown man with dark hair and a eyepatch walks in along side a lovely brunette both holding the hands of children who seem extra tired, one ten the other eight, one boy and one girl. After the four seated the other doors opened and a handsome blonde lad waltz in holding a very sleepy light brown curls of a boy in his arms. "Good morning loves." "Good morning Alois."

The two new comers sat down as the man dressed in black and a beautiful maid with her long light hair tied in a braid down her back and dark skin got the breakfast tea and foods ready while everyone talk among themselves back and forth.

Over the years Ciel and Alois have change quite a lot. No long are their bodies and faces soften clay but have no sharpened or bold themselves, no longer do they wear shorts and high heeled boots to try and fit the statue cue of height and status wealth but now reached the desired height they longed for with Alois, much to Ciel's dismay, still peeks over the dark haired man by a few inches. Doll, much like the boys, have changed very much as well. Her body is no longer covered in her gender but now shaped and curved as a proper woman's body with her brown hair long and always tucked away in a stylish up-do that shows her new found status as Lady Phantomhive.

Ah yes, yet another thing so different than before.

Before, the two would simply hide away in their teenage curiosity and yell at each other almost every second they see each other. But over time, much like their bodies, their minds and feelings have shifted to a more different shade of things such as now always cuddling close to each other and bore three children they adore. Yes, three. Another thing different since then again was also the relationship of Ciel and Alois. Much like Doll's and his relationship, they never got along despite the many run ins and things they have in common with one another. However, over time those feelings faded to a nice even ground where Alois also comes to accepting Doll as someone close to him. Though sometimes they bicker and playfully argue over Ciel.

The three children are just perfect copies of their parents; The first born son, Albert, and the little only daughter, Rachel, tend to look much like their father at his young age but with the nose and freckles from their mother though some argue Albert as more of Doll's blue eyes than Ciel's. The youngest son, middle child Anthony, has the brown locks and nose and eye color of his mother but the eye shape and lips of his father Alois as well as the curly hair gene but still share hand in hand the two types of freckles both parents share. To everyone the three children are Phantomhives, but of course behind close doors and the walls of both manors they are known as Trancy's and Kelvin's though Doll had a long road of using that title since her youth.

But one thing more different than the rest still scratches even the other servants' heads-

"Untie didn't let me sleep in..." Whined tired little Anthony as he rubbed his tied blues of marble orbs. His awakening friend pouts at the sudden drag of mud on their name. The three adults around the table chuckle as Alois rubs both Anthony's and their hairs, "Brair simply wanted to see you star-shine."

They, Brair, smiles at the words and stands beside the maid and another woman who's dressed in a dark purple gown with pale white skin smooth and unaffected by anything and beautiful violet eyes under her light light short lashes that goes well with her soft curly white hair tied tightly in a braided bun behind her head.

Another thing different than before that many can't believe is a demon madam from Hell, most feared even by a Lord of Hell himself, has taken a shunned broken angel as her wife.

Over the time since taking effect the contract of Alois Trancy, Hannah Annafellows has found and taken cared of Angela, a once well known maid of Lord Henry Barrymore and was once a enemy of Ciel for trying to arrange his demise. Despite everything, the two simply found home together. Angela has long since lost her connection of Ash, her male counterpart, and began working between the households and over time that love and acceptance grew a child between them. Their sweet little Brair Rose of the dawn.

Brair glanced to their left to the butler who speaks with a smile and smiles softly in measure, "Are you excited for the party Mr Sebastian?" They asked. The butler in black's smile grew wider by ten inches, a happy glow glimmering within his red eyes. "Indeed I am."

Sebastian still recalls the feeling of holding such a tiny life form for the first time. She was so small red face and crying from the cold, her little fists were clutch tight. He has held babies many times before and after was no break, hell he was there for all the births to come, but nothing quite match the feeling of awe he felt upon holding just that one baby girl.

Domestic life was never once a lifestyle he desired even thinking about having but of course a certain human has to ruin that idea when he became that boy's butler, for without him he would never dare meet the lady who captured his heart freely and gifted him such a wonderful baby. She's a perfect mix of him and Elizabeth it drove poor Sebastian nuts on how that can be.

Sebastian blinks out his thoughts when he heard a crow caw above his head, bringing back to the now as he drives the carriage down the road to the manor he sees in his view, a smile coming to his face as he softly rubs the ring around his finger under his gloves.

This is dedicated to @sebalizzie and @annoyinglyshinycherryblossom and honestly @nullb1rdbones cause they have helped me accept a lot more ships than I would assume

[zetsubobu]

Sometimes I really wished we had a black butler x moriarty the patriot crossover

I know for a fact that if the queens guard dog existed in the world and timeline of the moriarty brothers (since mtp plays around ten years prior) then ciel would have to investigate it and get rid of them. Afterall the killing of nobles from a criminal organisation is exactly the type of case ciel gets. But I mean unlike sherlock or scotland yard, he definitely would have to eradicate them and their operation

I would have loved a showdown and see who would win. A chess prodigy and his demon butler or a mathematics prodigy with his talented and skillful followers

Because compared to sherlock, ciel would have been a much bigger threat to william

[abybweisse]

Aby, what do you make of the fact that we never once in the manga saw our earl and Sebastian do actual digging/investigation into possible Phantomhive murder suspects? It’s the whole premise of the story (a soul for a revenge), but so many years in, nothing was shown of our earl’s progress on finding those responsible. Do you think that our earl and Sebastian have already learned everything off-screen?

Plot device to delay the inevitable

That's basically what it is... that when they first make their contract, our earl decides that instead of searching out whoever attacked the Phantomhives, he's going to let them come after him in an attempt to finish the job.

He assumes that all the assassins sent to kill him on a somewhat regular basis are just pawns. He's waiting for the person or persons who ordered the attack(s) to show themself/selves.

Apparently, he and Sebastian realize it's not someone like Haku, either. Because he's out of the picture, replaced by Lau. And they don't seem to suspect Lau, since he's been so useful and helpful. Lau has made asides to himself (or perhaps they were just thoughts) that are very suspicious, but I don't think he could even possibly be the "big bad" here. He wouldn't be behind the original attack, anyway, all the way from China, before he had much power. He was already sending letters back and forth with our earl before leaving China, and it could simply be that our earl was planning to get Lau to England and in charge of the local branch of Qīng Bāng... specifically because Haku needed to be "dealt with". Our earl was trying to put together a loyal network of evil nobles and route out the disloyal members of the extended network, too -- like Haku and Vanel.

His father's network seems to have included some very disloyal members. I believe at least two of them were high-ranking members of the cult that bought the twins. And then Kelvin was in the extended network.

Personally, I think Sebastian has at least an idea about who the true culprits are -- the one who ordered it, at least -- and maybe even someone who was involved in her decision making process. Just like Sebastian figured out, before our earl did, that Jack the Ripper was likely Madam Red and Grelle working together, he might have already figured out the ones who plotted the attack were probably Queen Victoria and John Brown. With John prodding her to it, and then her ordering it. He wants his young master to figure out who Jack the Ripper is. Similarly, he might be waiting for our earl to put the pieces together about the "doting" queen and her odd master of horses... with that damned Prince Albert puppet of his.

Our earl suspects his own aunt Angelina of being Jack the Ripper, but it is some final timing clue presented by Sebastian that tips him off it has to be her and Grelle. Something should finally tip him off about the queen and John. Who knows?

Maybe he finally realizes the puppet serves John in a way that something similar would have served Sebastian... if our earl had agreed to the original offer for the demon to make him think his twin had returned. I wonder who might comment about the puppet and get our earl to thinking about it. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Or -- and this is more likely -- our earl thinks about the timeline and circumstances of the Tower Bridge project... and finally realizes how much the queen has gained from having control over the Phantomhive estate, coffers, and entire earldom for a few months. She would do anything for her "Prince Albert", and that bridge is historically dedicated to his memory.

[tormiichu]

@seththeshr00m

no way. is that albert moriarty the patriot and claude black butler

[bibyshitsuji24k]

It'd be funny(?) if Tanaka had been involved in the murders of the Phantomhives, like the classic phrase 'the butler did it' from Agatha Christie (she was born in 1890 people!)...

Maybe another butler was involved

[totally-not-kawaii]

moriarty the patriot is the anime for ppl who watched black butler in middle school

[spacelazarwolf]

in honor of that anon who said jews have done nothing for the world, here’s a non exhaustive list of things we’ve done for the world:

arts, fashion, and lifestyle:

jeans - levi strauss

modern bras - ida rosenthal

sewing machines - isaac merritt singer

modern film industry - carl laemmle (universal pictures), adolph zukor (paramount pictures), william fox (fox film forporation), louis b. mayer (mgm - metro-goldwyn-mayer), harry, sam, albert, and jack warners (warner bros.), steven spielberg, mel brooks, marx brothers

operetta - jacques offenbach

comic books - stan lee

graphic novels - will eisner

teddy bears - morris and rose michtom

influential musicians - irving berlin, stephen sondheim, benny goodman, george gershwin, paul simon, itzhak perlman, leonard bernstein, bob dylan, leonard cohen

artists - mark rothko

actors - elizabeth taylor, jerry lewis, barbara streisand

comedians - lenny bruce, joan rivers, jerry seinfeld

authors - judy blume, tony kushner, allen ginsberg, walter mosley

culture:

esperanto - ludwik lazar zamenhof

feminism - betty friedan, gloria steinem, ruth bader ginsberg

queer and trans rights - larry kramer, harvey milk, leslie feinberg, abby stein, kate bornstein, frank kameny, judith butler

international women's day - clara zetkin

principles of journalizm, statue of liberty, and pulitzer prize - joseph pulitzer

"the new colossus" - emma lazarus

universal declaration of human rights - rene samuel cassin

holocaust remembrance and human rights activism - elie wiesel

workers rights - louis brandeis, rose schneiderman

public health care, women's rights, and children's rights - lillian wald

racial equity - rabbi abraham joshua heschel, julius rosenwald, andrew goodman, michael schwerner

political theory - hannah arendt

disability rights - judith heumann

black lives matter slogan and movement - alicia garza

#metoo movement - jodi kantor

institute of sexology - magnus hirschfeld

technology:

word processing computers - evelyn berezin

facebook - mark zuckerberg

console video game system - ralph henry baer

cell phones - amos edward joel jr., martin cooper

3d - leonard lipton

telephone - philipp reis

fax machines - arthur korn

microphone - emile berliner

gramophone - emile berliner

television - boris rosing

barcodes - norman joseph woodland and bernard silver

secret communication system, which is the foundation of the technology used for wifi - hedy lamarr

three laws of robotics - isaac asimov

cybernetics - norbert wiener

helicopters - emile berliner

BASIC (programming language) - john george kemeny

google - sergey mikhaylovich brin and larry page

VCR - jerome lemelson

fax machine - jerome lemelson

telegraph - samuel finley breese morse

morse code - samuel finley breese morse

bulletproof glass - edouard benedictus

electric motor and electroplating - boris semyonovich jacobi

nuclear powered submarine - hyman george rickover

the internet - paul baran

icq instant messenger - arik vardi, yair goldfinger,, sefi vigiser, amnon amir

color photography - leopold godowsky and leopold mannes

world's first computer - herman goldstine

modern computer architecture - john von neumann

bittorrent - bram cohen

voip internet telephony - alon cohen

data archiving - phil katz, eugene roshal, abraham lempel, jacob ziv

nemeth code - abraham nemeth

holography - dennis gabor

laser - theodor maiman

instant photo sharing online - philippe kahn

first automobile - siegfried samuel marcus

electrical maglev road - boris petrovich weinberg

drip irrigation - simcha blass

ballpoint pen and automatic gearbox - laszlo biro

photo booth - anatol marco josepho

medicine:

pacemakers and defibrillators - louise robinovitch

defibrillators - bernard lown

anti-plague and anti-cholera vaccines - vladimir aronovich khavkin

polio vaccine - jonas salk

test for diagnosis of syphilis - august paul von wasserman

test for typhoid fever - ferdinand widal

penicillin - ernst boris chain

pregnancy test - barnhard zondek

antiretroviral drug to treat aids and fight rejection in organ transplants - gertrude elion

discovery of hepatitis c virus - harvey alter

chemotherapy - paul ehrlich

discovery of prions - stanley prusiner

psychoanalysis - sigmund freud

rubber condoms - julius fromm

birth control pill - gregory goodwin pincus

asorbic acid (vitamin c) - tadeusz reichstein

blood groups and rh blood factor - karl landsteiner

acyclovir (treatment for infections caused by herpes virus) - gertrude elion

vitamins - caismir funk

technique for measuring blood insulin levils - rosalyn sussman yalow

antigen for hepatitus - baruch samuel blumberg

a bone fusion technique - gavriil abramovich ilizarov

homeopathy - christian friedrich samuel hahnemann

aspirin - arthur ernst eichengrun

science:

theory of relativity - albert einstein

theory of the electromagnetic field - james maxwell

quantum mechanics - max born, gustav ludwig hertz

quantum theory of gravity - matvei bronstein

microbiology - ferdinand julius cohn

neuropsychology - alexander romanovich luria

counters for x-rays and gamma rays - robert hofstadter

genetic engineering - paul berg

discovery of the antiproton - emilio gino segre

discovery of cosmic microwave background radiation - arno allan penzias

discovery of the accelerating expansion of the universe - adam riess and saul merlmutter

discovery that black hole formation is a robust prediction of the general theory of relativity - roger penrose

discovery of a supermassive compact object at the center of the milky way - andrea ghez

modern cosmology and the big bang theory - alexander alexandrovich friedmann

stainless steel - hans goldschmidt

gas powered vehicles

interferometer - albert abraham michelson

discovery of the source of energy production in stars - hans albrecht bethe

proved poincare conjecture - grigori yakovlevich perelman

biochemistry - otto fritz meyerhof

electron-positron collider - bruno touschek

[nomenomens]

Nomen

Chapter XXII - Cardigan

CW: none for now, put please check the 'About Nomen' section for more informations

WC: around 3400 words

Previous Chapter : XXI - National Anthem

Next Chapter : I promise the second course will start soon! I will soon update with the new dates here. Thank you for waiting!

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April 28, Thursday, 17:13 (present time)

There was no way Mikage gave his powers back to me using Mizuki as a vessel, knowing I wouldn’t refuse his symbolic kiss, mostly out of guilt. I was opposing to accept this explanation until I’d find a proper reason for it. I had done my duty as a temporary land god, I had failed to save Tomoe and there was no purpose to gave me back those powers. My involvement with that file was extinguished the moment Tomoe exhaled his last breath in my arms, that was when I started to push away all the people I’ve loved and met from that file. Mizuki, Kurama, Mikage and everyone else, I let them go away from me and closed that chapter of my life. It was hurtful, but that’s how I usually deal whenever something bad happens: I close every door, trying to shut away the pain, limiting the grieving part for when I am completely alone and no one can be witness of my meltdown. I was already surprised that Mizuki made his way back to me after hurting him without even giving him a proper goodbye, but now I had even received the land god’s power back from Mikage. Why? Mizuki said that it was only a shared power, as if Mikage gave me a part of his energy as protection, but I was determined to give it back. Unfortunately I couldn’t just go to Japan, as “Roni” it would be impossible to do so, and I knew Mikage well enough to safely say he wouldn’t agree to see me even if I begged him, so I was stuck. I was angry. I couldn’t understand why they still could act behind my back, even if it was to meant to help or protect me. There was nothing I was able to control and decide for myself and they had just confirmed it. It was frustrating. After Mizuki gave me his explanation I just looked at him, not hiding my disappointment but shielding him away from the anger that was accumulating under my skin. I needed to vent out but I was never good at manage anger and so I told him to go back home and leave me alone for the time being. I looked at the time and realized I had about two hours before I had to meet with my dad at the metro station, where he would pick me up to go home together and so I decided to do the only thing I knew would calm me down: walk with the earphones on. 

My feet brought me to the tram station and scrolling through the list of the stations I decided to go to a close church I wanted to see again. As “Roni” I was majoring in art history and, even if I wasn’t catholic, I could not help but to admire what faith inspired artists to do. Paintings, sculptures and architectures that became the means to communicate and reconcile with a God someone devoted his life and faith to. It fascinated me how faith could work on people to the point of make them inspired to create timeless masterpieces. That is, if the artist wasn't working just for money. But I knew this wasn't the only cause, as religion permeated every aspect of life in ancient times, at least until the sixteen century. In the end, whether it was religion, science, love, or something else, we all need something to devote our life to I guess, and I had sincere admiration for those who had chosen a superior celestial entity, for I wasn’t capable of doing so. 

I walked down the aisle letting the dark atmosphere of the mosaic on the apse fill my eyes and ease my mind. It was beautiful, and it was that particular sensation that every form of art raised in me that made me fall in love with art itself. To be able to witness what man could create with the power of their hands, their minds and beliefs through the centuries, was one of the greatest fortune. I took place on the bench to be able to absorb the beauty of the medieval mosaic in front of me and as I stared at the golden tiles reflecting the light of the sunset coming from the oval window at the entrance, I remembered a conversation made some years ago in a church much brighter than the one I entered now. 

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Berlin, Berliner Dom, September, about six years ago

“Are your friends gone?”

“Yes, I told them I would reach them later at the crypt because I wanted to photograph the dome. Still I don’t have much time to spend with you.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not here to interrupt your little vacation. So, what do you think?”

“About the city? It has surprised me, it’s really beautiful and unexpectedly warm, welcomely.”

“No, I meant the church.”

“It’s breathtaking. I saw my fair number of churches and I can safely say this one is really beautiful. The light, the atmosphere…it’s majestic. Fit for royalty.”

“So what if we marry here?”

“You know you can’t propose to me, Albert. History and the files say I should be the one to propose to you.”

“We both know you won’t, Victoria.”

“Never say never.”

“Do I dare to dream?”

“Well, I like you enough to say if I should ever marry someone, I think I could marry someone like you. If you are willing to wait for me, it could happen. And you should stop smoking.”

“I know you actually don't mind that I smoke. And I like you enough to say I can wait for you.” 

It was a lie, and we both knew it. 

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April 28, Thursday, 18:22 (present time)

The ivory of the church’s walls made me think of that warm light inside the Berliner Dom all those years ago. The sun was going down and the anger I was feeling before entering was magically gone. In its stead, a deep sense of melancholy filled my head. I was surprised that my mind wondered back to that conversation with Albert, since many years and things had happened. We were together for a brief time after Tomoe’s death. Cesare knew him and we were introduced along with a file that was different from the others I received. Albert was charming and he made a good distraction, but we were both far from the love our names evoked, unfortunately that was something I couldn’t see back then. I allowed him closer to my heart than I wanted, letting him take a lot of my firsts and relying on him more than I could realize. Even so I had never told him those famous three words; maybe a part of me was lucid enough to recognize how I truly felt towards him. He was my hope to heal from past wounds and not much more: I wanted to overcome my unresolved feelings for Tomoe and he did a decent job, making me laugh and providing that kind of affection I was craving, easily becoming someone special. Perhaps that was why I hurt so much when he wronged me, even if I didn’t love him deeply. He tried to reconcile every once in a while, but I had never received him again, especially after Cesare’s death, even if things were still complicated between us. In any case, the fact that I was thinking of him without any resentment made me realize my rage towards him had finally exhausted. Maybe I would speak to him if he had ever reached out again. I got up from my seat, did the sign of the cross out of habit, even if it was an empty gesture, and walked away, closing the wooden door behind me. 

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April 29, Friday, 00:43 (present time) 

“Nanami-chan, are you still mad at me?”

“No, Mizuki. Sleep well.”

“Then why are you not hugging me tonight?”

“Because what you and Mikage did behind my back was still wrong even if you had good intentions. I don't like being treated like this, like I can't take care of myself. Yes, I still need help to do almost everything, but I prefer to ask for it then to be deceived like that.”

"We know, but we also know you would never ask for help."

I turned and showed him my back. He was right, asking for help wasn't something I usually did, but I was still hurt. Their actions only reminded me how little I thought of myself and stroke a chord. My insecurities resurfaced and swallowed me down as I buried my face inside the pillow. The last thing I heard was Mizuki's humming while he tried to hug me and spoon me to sleep.

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May 1, Sunday, 21:37 (present time) 

I parked the car three blocks away from my apartment. I had just spent the day with Irene, her boyfriend and some other friends and I had exhausted my social skills for the day. The exact moment when I turned off the engine, I focused on the song that was playing. 

“And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed you put me on and said I was your favorite.

A friend to all is a friend to none, chase two girls, lose the one. When you are young, they assume you know nothin'

But I knew you, playing hide-and-seek and giving me your weekends, I I knew you."

I decided to stay put and listen to it. I laid my forehead on the stirring wheel, feeling the hot leather on my skin. Oddly enough, I didn’t cry or sang out loud, I simply stood there, enjoying the flowing of the melody and letting the lyrics resonate and echoing all over my conscience and bringing back old memories. 

“You drew stars around my scars But now I'm bleedin'

'Cause I knew you, steppin' on the last train marked me like a bloodstain, I I knew you, tried to change the ending Peter losing Wendy, I I knew you, leavin' like a father, running like water, I and when you are young, they assume you know nothing."

A sudden knock over the window at my left, accompanied by a padded voice, made me jolt. I turned my head where the sound was originated and met his gaze. Why was he always there when I was doing weird things? Even in the dark I saw the silver-blue of his eyes inspecting my features with what seemed to be a shadow of concern depicted all over his face. I was too taken aback to put the music on pause, so it continued playing while I decided how to move. I started the car again only to roll over the window, choosing to not open the door so he wouldn’t have to move from where he was standing. 

“Captain Ackerman, you scared me.”

“You scared me.”

“How?”

“What the hell you mean with ‘how’? What would you think if you saw a person with her head on the wheel without moving for minutes?”

“You were watching me for minutes?”

He took his time to answer back and in those seconds of embarrassed silence, accompanied my the song, still playing in the background, I felt my heart thumping against my chest. It was so loud that for a moment I thought he would’ve been able to hear it if the music stopped. We stared at each other until he spoke again.

“Well, I saw your car passing when I was walking before, then I spotted the car parked with you in this strange position and for all the time I walked to reach you, you never changed position…what would you have done in my shoes?” 

“You were reaching me on purpose?”

“Yes, we want to see you and since I had spotted you I thought to ask you before you receive the formal request through Mey-Rin.”

“Oh, I see.”

As always, my mind was making me see things were they never existed. He was just acting like a normal human being, a decent person who pays attention to his surroundings. Nothing more. I didn’t notice how my right hand had moved over my chest, pressing against my heart, like begging it to stop and decelerate his beating. He was the one who made me notice my gesture, pointing his finger at my hand.

“Are you still scared or are you disappointed?”

“What?”

“You have your hand over your chest, are you still trying to calm down after I scared you or were you disappointed of me not following your rules and not contact you only through Mey-Rin?”

I realized I was disappointed, but not because he didn’t ask Mey-Rin to contact me as I wanted him to do to keep the distance from my home and my Roni-life, but because I once again realized I wasn’t special to him. He would’ve worried for anyone else with their head over the stirring wheel and he followed me only to tell me about a meeting. I felt so stupid. I was still dying from embarrassment for how he saw me that night, and a part of me wished to never meet him again, but deep down, the other part of me was hoping he would take an interest in me. What a silly girl I was. And how easy to read: he saw my disappointment even if he hadn’t guessed the right reason for it. But again, I always did my best to hide my true reasons to appear less immature: whether it was behind tears or rage, my emotions were displayed on my face, but I was the only one to know why I was behaving so. Everyone could notice when something didn’t sit right with me, but no one could understand the cause of my uneasiness, and even if someone managed to extrapolate a word from me, all they would get where lies or partial truths. Cesare used to say I was a storage of emotions, where every feeling of mine was stored in a box, put away and ignored until the content would start to leak without permission and that was because I never address them, hoping they would just fade away. I was just made this way, never honest about anything that concerned myself in the most intimate things, even if my face could be easily read. That was why I was at loss in front of people who could read me and expose those unspeakable truths, things I had only revealed to myself but never faced properly. That was why I felt defenseless in front of him and his sharpness. 

“The first one. You scared me a lot.”

I rolled up the window, turned off the car and clumsily got my bag before opening the door and face him in person. He moved only the right amount to let me get out of the car, but he wasn’t going away. I wasn’t looking at him in the eyes, I was pretending to move as in a routine, faking disinterest in his presence. That farce wasn’t going well, since I was dropping every thing I had in my hands or constantly tripping over my limbs, but I was refusing to give in and let him read more of my emotions. 

“So, Captain, what did you and the squad wanted to speak about?”

“We don’t know when Eren is going to write to us, but we need to communicate with those who are left on Paradis to coordinate and-“

“I’ll fixate an appointment with the responsible of my encrypted communication. I won’t need to attend, I trust him with my life, even if I probably shouldn’t. For now though, he has never failed me, I think Sebastian has an agreement with him so he’s loyal. The name is Ango Sakaguchi. So, there’s no need to have a meeting now. Please, refer this to Commander Hange for me.”

“Thank you, Miss.”

I lowered my head to signal him I was going to take my leave but he stopped me, moving his hand as to grab me, but never actually touching me. I looked at him with an interrogative expression and when he spoke again I could barely contain my dismay. 

“What were you listening to?” 

I guess my expression was stunned enough that no other words were needed and he started to explain himself. 

“I’m asking because I thought you weren’t feeling good, looking at the position you had assumed and remembering what happened before.”

“I think I’ve asked you to not speak of it again. I’m letting it slide on the ‘Miss’ because I can get your opinion, but I-“

He suddenly approached me, using the excuse of a car passing right next to us to cage me between my parked car and his body, still not touching me but standing impossibly close to me. His head moved towards my left cheek and his lips ghosted over my ear. I instinctively turned my face towards the opposite side, not thinking that I was practically offering my neck to him. He started whispering and shivers went down my spine while I was struggling to hide the beating of my heart and the blush that was covering all of my face. 

“I’m sorry for approaching you like this but I think someone is following you. Surely he is watching. What’s your safety protocol here? Should I bring you somewhere or-“

“D-describe him to me. If someone’s here it’s because Finnian didn’t find him suspicious.”

“Tall, curly brown hair, clear eyes. Brown jumper. He is coming here. What should I do?”

“Let him come.”

“Isn’t it dangerous?”

“Why do you care? It’s my responsibility.”

“It’s also mine as you are now our ally.”

“Then trust me. If he has made is way ���til here I’m sure nothing’s wrong.”

He made a few steps back, leaving me my living space again. I looked at him showing him all of the confidence I could muster in that situation. He grumbled and then answered me. 

“If I see something strange, I’ll drag you away.”

I was happy he decided to trust me, so I gave him my warmest smile, hoping to convey how I felt. He didn’t reciprocate, but I wasn’t expecting him to do nothing of the sort. His gaze was cold and fixated on me until he moved to my side as the figure he was referring to started to approach us. Captain Ackerman glanced at the man and I followed his gaze. A million thoughts filled my head when I recognized that man’s face: it had been years, but he was still the same. I had thought of this moment a lot, always thinking I would’ve kept a straight face, but right now I hade the opposite reaction. I laughed. Thinking back at the song I was listening to, it was almost as if a superior entity, or fate, or the universe had been planning this. The final lyrics of the song I was listening to before started to play inside my head. 

"But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss, I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs, the smell of smoke would hang around this long 'cause I knew everything when I was young. I knew I'd curse you for the longest time, chasing shadows in the grocery line, I knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired and you'd be standing in my front porch light. And I knew you'd come back to me. You'd come back to me."

The man was now smiling back at me, even if there was a bit of surprise in his eyes. He probably wouldn’t have pictured me staying this close to another man or smiling at him. I was confused too. At last, the man spoke. 

“Hi, Vic.”

I smirked and look at the Captain at my side, noticing he was already looking at me, searching for an hint to quickly decide what to do. I looked back at the man and greeted him back. 

“Hi, Albert.”

The three of us stood there, silently, contemplating what to say next. I took charge and decide to introduce them to break the tension. Also, my possible future conversation with Albert, shouldn’t happen with others witnessing, and the same goes for my political discussions with the Captain. Because political discussions were all that was between us, everything else was just my own fantasy. My plan became to introduce them, then get rid of both of them and go home. 

“Let me introduce you. Albert, this man is Captain Ackerman, a guest at the villa. Speaking of which, I hope you have your own accommodation.”

“Of course I do. I wasn’t even sure Finnian would let me pass.”

“Good.” 

I turned towards the Captain, whose face seemed now more relaxed, even if he was visibly confused by the implications of our words. I was sure he had noticed the mentioned fact of Finnian refusing to let him pass when he came in previous times; maybe later I would’ve explained something to him, just to not let him or the squad worry about this sudden new guest. I resumed my introduction, deciding to drop the bomb and not hide the secret me and Albert shared. 

“Captain Ackerman, this is Albert. My fiancé.”

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Author's note: aaaaand yes. This was the first course epilogue. I decided to end here this first course because this is a little turning point for a lot of things like the relationship between our protagonist and Levi and Sebastian. We'll get Levi's POV (and maybe someone else's too) along with the other POVs we all know. I'm still writing this second course, so things are a bit blurry even for me now, but I think we'll get more feelings at the beginning, exploring emotions more than 'politics'. But I'll stop here for now, I'll write more in the future, when I'll announce the second course's beginning. Before leaving you with this last chapter's song, I wanna say thank you. Thank you for reading until now, thank you if you'll wait for me. I really hope you've enjoyed reading this pointless story (as I described it in my bio) and that some things of it will stay with you. I know I'm not a good writer, I'm mostly a reader in fact, but I really hope some of you thought I did something decent. Again, thank you. I don't like to ask for notes, likes or comments, so I won't, but if you wish to let me know you liked even a small part of this story, well...I won't lie, it will be a pleasure. Now, I'll leave you with this masterpiece written by Taylor Swift (it's obvious the reference in the chapter, Cardigan is dedicate to Albert, I don't think I need to explain more now, you'll get even more soon) and again, thank you. See you soon!

[disabled-dragoon]

The Disability Library

I love books, I love literature, and I love this blog, but it's only been recently that I've really been given the option to explore disabled literature, and I hate that. When I was a kid, all I wanted was to be able to read about characters like me, and now as an adult, all I want is to be able to read a book that takes us seriously.

And so, friends, Romans, countrymen, I present, a special disability and chronic illness booklist, compiled by myself and through the contributions of wonderful members from this site!

As always, if there are any at all that you want me to add, please just say. I'm always looking for more!

Edit 20/10/2023: You can now suggest books using the google form at the bottom!

Updated: 31/08/2023

Articles and Chapters

The Drifting Language of Architectural Accessibility in Victor Hugo's Notre-Dame de Paris, Essaka Joshua, 2012

Early Modern Literature and Disability Studies, Allison P. Hobgood, David Houston Wood, 2017

How Do You Develop Whole Object Relations as an Adult?, Elinor Greenburg, 2019

Making Do with What You Don't Have: Disabled Black Motherhood in Octavia E. Butler's Parable of the Sower and Parable of the Talents, Anna Hinton, 2018

Necropolitics, Achille Mbeme, 2003 OR Necropolitics, Achille Mbeme, 2019

Wasted Lives: Modernity and Its Outcasts, Zygmunt Bauman, 2004

Witchcraft and deformity in early modern English Literature, Scott Eaton, 2020

Books

Fiction:

Misc:

10 Things I Can See From Here, Carrie Mac

A-F:

A Curse So Dark and Lonely, (Series), Brigid Kemmerer

Akata Witch, (Series), Nnedi Okorafor

A Mango-Shaped Space, Wendy Mass

Ancillary Justice, (Series), Ann Leckie

An Unkindness of Ghosts, Rivers Solomon

An Unseen Attraction, (Series), K. J. Charles

A Shot in the Dark, Victoria Lee

A Snicker of Magic, Natalie Lloyd

A Song of Ice and Fire, (series), George R. R. Martin

A Spindle Splintered, (Series), Alix E. Harrow

A Time to Dance, Padma Venkatraman

Bath Haus, P. J. Vernon

Beasts of Prey, (Series), Ayana Gray

The Bedlam Stacks, (Series), Natasha Pulley

Black Bird, Blue Road, Sofiya Pasternack

Black Sun, (Series), Rebecca Roanhorse

Blood Price, (Series), Tanya Huff

Borderline, (Series), Mishell Baker

Breath, Donna Jo Napoli

The Broken Kingdoms, (Series), N.K. Jemisin

Brute, Kim Fielding

Cafe con Lychee, Emery Lee

Carry the Ocean, (Series), Heidi Cullinan

Challenger Deep, Neal Shusterman

Cinder, (Series), Marissa Meyer

Clean, Amy Reed

Connection Error, (Series), Annabeth Albert

Cosima Unfortunate Steals A Star, Laura Noakes

Crazy, Benjamin Lebert

Crooked Kingdom, (Series), Leigh Bardugo

Daniel Cabot Puts Down Roots, (Series), Cat Sebastian

Daniel, Deconstructed, James Ramos

Dead in the Garden, (Series), Dahlia Donovan

Dear Fang, With Love, Rufi Thorpe

Deathless Divide, (Series), Justina Ireland

The Degenerates, J. Albert Mann

The Doctor's Discretion, E.E. Ottoman

Earth Girl, (Series), Janet Edwards

Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead, Emily R. Austin

The Extraordinaries, (Series), T. J. Klune

The Extraordinary Education of Nicholas Benedict, (Series), Trenton Lee Stewart

Fight + Flight, Jules Machias

The Final Girl Support Group, Grady Hendrix

Finding My Voice, (Series), Aoife Dooley

The First Thing About You, Chaz Hayden

Follow My Leader, James B. Garfield

Forever Is Now, Mariama J. Lockington

Fortune Favours the Dead, (Series), Stephen Spotswood

Fresh, Margot Wood

H-0:

Harmony, London Price

Harrow the Ninth, (series), Tamsyn Muir

Hench, (Series), Natalia Zina Walschots

Highly Illogical Behaviour, John Corey Whaley

Honey Girl, Morgan Rogers

How to Become a Planet, Nicole Melleby

How to Bite Your Neighbor and Win a Wager, (Series), D. N. Bryn

How to Sell Your Blood & Fall in Love, (Series), D. N. Bryn

Hunger Pangs: True Love Bites, Joy Demorra

I Am Not Alone, Francisco X. Stork

The Immeasurable Depth of You, Maria Ingrande Mora

In the Ring, Sierra Isley

Into The Drowning Deep, (Series), Mira Grant

Iron Widow, (Series), Xiran Jay Zhao

Izzy at the End of the World, K. A. Reynolds

Jodie's Journey, Colin Thiele

Just by Looking at Him, Ryan O'Connell

Kissing Doorknobs, Terry Spencer Hesser

Lakelore, Anna-Marie McLemore

Learning Curves, (Series), Ceillie Simkiss

Let's Call It a Doomsday, Katie Henry

The Library of the Dead, (Series), TL Huchu

The Lion Hunter, (Series), Elizabeth Wein

Lirael, (Series), Garth Nix

Long Macchiatos and Monsters, Alison Evans

Love from A to Z, (Series), S.K. Ali

Lycanthropy and Other Chronic Illnesses, Kristen O'Neal

Never Let Me Go, Kazuo Ishiguro

The Never Tilting World, (Series), Rin Chupeco

The No-Girlfriend Rule, Christen Randall

Nona the Ninth, (series), Tamsyn Muir

Noor, Nnedi Okorafor

Odder Still, (Series), D. N. Bryn

Once Stolen, (Series), D. N. Bryn

One For All, Lillie Lainoff

On the Edge of Gone, Corinne Duyvis

Origami Striptease, Peggy Munson

Our Bloody Pearl, (Series), D. N. Bryn

Out of My Mind, Sharon M. Draper

P-T:

Parable of the Sower, (Series), Octavia E. Butler

Parable of the Talents, (Series), Octavia E. Butler

Percy Jackson & the Olympians, (series), Rick Riordan

Pomegranate, Helen Elaine Lee

The Prey of Gods, Nicky Drayden

The Pursuit Of..., (Series), Courtney Milan

The Queen's Thief, (Series), Megan Whalen Turner

The Quiet and the Loud, Helena Fox

The Raging Quiet, Sheryl Jordan

The Reanimator's Heart, (Series), Kara Jorgensen

The Remaking of Corbin Wale, Joan Parrish

Roll with It, (Series), Jamie Sumner

Russian Doll, (Series), Cristelle Comby

The Second Mango, (Series), Shira Glassman

Scar of the Bamboo Leaf, Sieni A.M

Shaman, (Series), Noah Gordon

Sick Kids in Love, Hannah Moskowitz

The Silent Boy, Lois Lowry

Six of Crows, (Series) Leigh Bardugo

Sizzle Reel, Carlyn Greenwald

The Spare Man, Mary Robinette Kowal

The Stagsblood Prince, (Series), Gideon E. Wood

Stake Sauce, Arc 1: The Secret Ingredient is Love. No, Really, (Series), RoAnna Sylver

Stars in Your Eyes, Kacen Callender [Expected release: Oct 2023]

The Storm Runner, (Series), J. C. Cervantes

Stronger Still, (Series), D. N. Bryn

Sweetblood, Pete Hautman

Tarnished Are the Stars, Rosiee Thor

The Theft of Sunlight, (Series), Intisar Khanani

Throwaway Girls, Andrea Contos

Top Ten, Katie Cotugno

Torch, Lyn Miller-Lachmann

Treasure, Rebekah Weatherspoon

Turtles All the Way Down, John Green

U-Z:

Unlicensed Delivery, Will Soulsby-McCreath Expected release October 2023

Verona Comics, Jennifer Dugan

Vorkosigan Saga, (Series), Lois McMaster Bujold

We Are the Ants, (Series), Shaun David Hutchinson

The Weight of Our Sky, Hanna Alkaf

Whip, Stir and Serve, Caitlyn Frost and Henry Drake

The Whispering Dark, Kelly Andrew

Wicked Sweet, Chelsea M. Cameron

Wonder, (Series), R. J. Palacio

Wrong to Need You, (Series), Alisha Rai

Ziggy, Stardust and Me, James Brandon

Graphic Novels:

A Quick & Easy Guide to Sex & Disability, (Non-Fiction), A. Andrews

Constellations, Kate Glasheen

Dancing After TEN: a graphic memoir, (memoir) (Non-Fiction), Vivian Chong, Georgia Webber

Everything Is an Emergency: An OCD Story in Words Pictures, (memoir) (Non-Fiction), Jason Adam Katzenstein

Frankie's World: A Graphic Novel, (Series), Aoife Dooley

The Golden Hour, Niki Smith

Nimona, N. D. Stevenson

The Third Person, (memoir) (Non-Fiction), Emma Grove

Magazines and Anthologies:

Artificial Divide, (Anthology), Robert Kingett, Randy Lacey

Beneath Ceaseless Skies #175: Grandmother-nai-Leylit's Cloth of Winds, (Article), R. B. Lemburg

Defying Doomsday, (Anthology), edited by Tsana Dolichva and Holly Kench

Josee, the Tiger and the Fish, (short story) (anthology), Seiko Tanabe

Nothing Without Us, edited by Cait Gordon and Talia C. Johnson

Nothing Without Us Too, edited by Cait Gordon and Talia C. Johnson

Unbroken: 13 Stories Starring Disabled Teens, (Anthology), edited by Marieke Nijkamp

Uncanny #24: Disabled People Destroy Science Fiction, (Anthology), edited by: Elsa Sjunneson-Henry, Dominik Parisien et al.

Uncanny #30: Disabled People Destroy Fantasy, (Anthology), edited by: Nicolette Barischoff, Lisa M. Bradley, Katharine Duckett

We Shall Be Monsters, edited by Derek Newman-Stille

Manga:

Perfect World, (Series), Rie Aruga

The Sky is Blue with a Single Cloud, (Short Stories), Kuniko Tsurita

Non-Fiction:

Academic Ableism: Disability and Higher Education, Jay Timothy Dolmage

A Disability History of the United States, Kim E, Nielsen

The Architecture of Disability: Buildings, Cities, and Landscapes beyond Access, David Gissen

Being Seen: One Deafblind Woman's Fight to End Ableism, Elsa Sjunneson

Black Disability Politics, Sami Schalk

Borderline, Narcissistic, and Schizoid Adaptations: The Pursuit of Love, Admiration, and Safety, Dr. Elinor Greenburg

Brilliant Imperfection: Grappling with Cure, Eli Clare

The Cambridge Companion to Literature and Disability, Barker, Clare and Stuart Murray, editors.

The Capacity Contract: Intellectual Disability and the Question of Citizenship, Stacy Clifford Simplican

Capitalism and Disability, Martha Russel

Care work: Dreaming Disability Justice, Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha

Catatonia, Shutdown and Breakdown in Autism: A Psycho-Ecological Approach, Dr Amitta Shah

The Collected Schizophrenias: Essays, Esme Weijun Wang

Crip Kinship, Shayda Kafai

Crip Up the Kitchen: Tools, Tips and Recipes for the Disabled Cook, Jules Sherred

Culture – Theory – Disability: Encounters between Disability Studies and Cultural Studies, Anne Waldschmidt, Hanjo Berressem, Moritz Ingwersen

Decarcerating Disability: Deinstitutionalization and Prison Abolition, Liat Ben-Moshe

Demystifying Disability: What to Know, What to Say, and How to Be an Ally, Emily Ladau

Dirty River: A Queer Femme of Color Dreaming Her Way Home, Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha

Disability Pride: Dispatches from a Post-ADA World, Ben Mattlin

Disability Visibility: First-Person Stories From the Twenty-First Century, Alice Wong

Disfigured: On Fairy Tales, Disability and Making Space, Amanda Leduc

Every Cripple a Superhero, Christoph Keller

Exile and Pride: Disability, Queerness and Liberation, Eli Clare

Feminist Queer Crip, Alison Kafer

The Future Is Disabled: Prophecies, Love Notes, and Mourning Songs, Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha

Growing Up Disabled in Australia, Carly Findlay

It's Just Nerves: Notes on a Disability, Kelly Davio

The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, Rebecca Skloot

Language Deprivation & Deaf Mental Health, Neil S. Glickman, Wyatte C. Hall

The Minority Body: A Theory of Disability, Elizabeth Barnes

My Body and Other Crumbling Empires: Lessons for Healing in a World That Is Sick, Lyndsey Medford

No Right to Be Idle: The Invention of Disability, 1840s-1930s, Sarah F. Rose

Nothing About Us Without Us: Disability Oppression and Empowerment, James I. Charlton

The Pedagogy of Pathologization Dis/abled Girls of Color in the School-prison Nexus, Subini Ancy Annamma

Physical Disability in British Romantic Literature, Essaka Joshua

QDA: A Queer Disability Anthology, Raymond Luczak, Editor.

The Right to Maim: Debility, Capacity, Disability, Jasbir K. Puar

Sitting Pretty, (memoir), Rebecca Taussig

Sounds Like Home: Growing Up Black & Deaf in the South, Mary Herring Wright

Surviving and Thriving with an Invisible Chronic Illness: How to Stay Sane and Live One Step Ahead of Your Symptoms, Ilana Jacqueline

The Things We Don't Say: An Anthology of Chronic Illness Truths, Julie Morgenlender

Uncanny Bodies: Superhero Comics and Disability, Scott T. Smith, José Alaniz 

Uncomfortable Labels: My Life as a Gay Autistic Trans Woman, (memoir), Laura Kate Dale

Unmasking Autism, Devon Price

The War on Disabled People: Capitalism, Welfare and the Making of a Human Catastrophe, Ellen Clifford

We've Got This: Essays by Disabled Parents, Eliza Hull

Year of the Tiger: An Activist's Life, (memoir) (essays) Alice Wong

Picture Books:

A Day With No Words, Tiffany Hammond, Kate Cosgrove-

A Friend for Henry, Jenn Bailey, Mika Song

Ali and the Sea Stars, Ali Stroker, Gillian Reid

All Are Welcome, Alexandra Penfold, Suzanne Kaufman

All the Way to the Top, Annette Bay Pimentel, Jennifer Keelan-Chaffins, Nabi Ali

Can Bears Ski?, Raymond Antrobus, Polly Dunbar

Different -- A Great Thing to Be!, Heather Alvis, Sarah Mensinga

Everyone Belongs, Heather Alvis, Sarah Mensinga

I Talk Like a River, Jordan Scott, Sydney Smith

Jubilee: The First Therapy Horse and an Olympic Dream, K. T. Johnson, Anabella Ortiz

Just Ask!, Sonia Sotomayor, Rafael López

Kami and the Yaks, Andrea Stenn Stryer, Bert Dodson

My Three Best Friends and Me, Zulay, Cari Best, Vanessa Brantley-Newton

Rescue & Jessica: A Life-Changing Friendship, Jessica Kensky, Patrick Downes, Scott Magoon

Sam's Super Seats, Keah Brown, Sharee Miller

Small Knight and the Anxiety Monster, Manka Kasha

We Move Together, Kelly Fritsch, Anne McGuire, Eduardo Trejos

We're Different, We're the Same, and We're All Wonderful!, Bobbi Jane Kates, Joe Mathieu

What Happened to You?, James Catchpole, Karen George

The World Needs More Purple People, Kristen Bell, Benjamin Hart, Daniel Wiseman

You Are Enough: A Book About Inclusion, Margaret O'Hair, Sofia Sanchez, Sofia Cardoso

You Are Loved: A Book About Families, Margaret O'Hair, Sofia Sanchez, Sofia Cardoso

The You Kind of Kind, Nina West, Hayden Evans

Zoom!, Robert Munsch, Michael Martchenko

Plays:

Peeling, Kate O'Reilly

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[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

Since Our Ciel specks French, what language did his kids learn first ?

Well as of currently in the AU the first learned English but is slowly learning French and some German in their private school lessons

[dazaiandhislovelybandages]

Masterlist

Moriarty the Patriot

First Meetings {Sebastian Moran}

First Meetings {Sebastian Moran} pt 2

Jealousy {Mycroft Holmes}

Questions {Mycroft Holmes}

Scary Story {Louis James Moriarty}

I'll Invent It Just For You Though {Von Herder}

Apologies {Mycroft Holmes}

Precious {William James Moriarty}

Worried Sick {Mycroft Holmes}

Wedding Traditions {Albert James Moriarty}

Moving In Together Can Be Tough {Sherlock Holmes}

We Can Make This Work {William James Moriarty}

We Can Make This Work {William James Moriarty} (pt 2)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Sunday Mornings {Gojo Satoru}

What We Didn't Know {Gojo Satoru}

Pleasure To Meet You {Gojo Satoru}

After Hours {Gojo Satoru}

Kabedon {Gojo Satoru}

Last Call {Nanami Kento}

Quite The Romantic {Gojo Satoru}

Misunderstandings Can Often Be Helpful {Gojo Satoru}

Day Off {Gojo Satoru}

Relationship Headcanons with Gojo and Nanami

Obey Me

Money Getter {Mammon}

Indulgence {Mammon}

Make A Wish {Mammon}

His Usual Tactics {Mammon}

Pride {Mammon}

The Millionaire Detective

I Live To Impress {Kambe Daisuke}

He Lives Alone? {Haru Kato}

Tokyo Revengers

A Not So Normal Marriage Proposal {Shinichiro Sano}

The Secrets Are Out {Shinichiro Sano}

Just A Regular Day {Shinichiro Sano}

What Will Happen Then? {Shinichiro Sano}

Comfort {Shinichiro Sano}

Better Than Expected {Kurokawa Izana}

Getting Married {Shinichiro Sano}

Period Problems {Shinichiro Sano}

Guitars Bring People Together {Kurokawa Izana}

And They Were Roommates {Mitsuya Takashi}

Touche {Mitsuya Takashi}

No Chance {Mitsuya Takashi}

Failed {Shinichiro Sano}

There For You {Shinichiro Sano}

Bad Is The New Soft {Shinichiro Sano}

Too Late {Shinichiro Sano}

After All This Time {Takashi Mitsuya}

Unexpected {Mitsuya Takashi}

Black Butler

Comfort {Sebastian Michaelis}

Boku No Hero Academia

Once Upon A January {Dabi}

And I Don't Care If I Am Forgiven {Dabi}

Nobody's Son, Nobody's Daughter {Dabi}

My Girl {Dabi}

My Girl {Dabi} (pt 2)

My Girl {Dabi} (pt 3)

Right Person, Not Enough Time {Dabi}

I Love You {Dabi}

Once Upon A Dream {Dabi}

Bleach

Admiration {Kyoraku}

Attack On Titan

You Were More Than Just Somebody I Was Destined To Meet {Levi Ackerman}

Prefer It Like This {Levi Ackerman}

Reborn {Levi Ackerman}

Say That You Will {Levi Ackerman}

Providing Comfort {Levi Ackerman}

Bungo Stray Dogs

Figuring It Out {Dazai Osamu}

When You Know, You Know {Dazai Osamu}

Port Mafia Black {Dazai Osamu}

Bernadette {Dazai Osamu}

Waltz Suite No 2 {Dazai Osamu}

Trying To Forget {Dazai Osamu}

It Was A Mistake {Dazai Osamu}

Tokyo Ghoul

Kisses {Hideyoshi Nagachika}

Sorrows And Kisses {Hideyoshi Nagachika}

Play Pretend {Hideyoshi Nagachika}

Gintama

In His Own Way {Sakata Gintoki}

The Way Of The Curls {Sakata Gintoki}

Getting Caught Making Out {Sakata Gintoki}

Kabedon {Sakata Gintoki}

Two Sides {Sakata Gintoki}

Overreacting {Sakata Gintoki}

Perfect Girlfriend {Sakata Gintoki}

Ghosts {Sakata Gintoki}

Missed You {Sakata Gintoki}

Pregnancy News {Sakata Gintoki}

Uramichi Onii-San

Relationship Headcanons {Uramichi}

Falling In Love & Jealousy Headcanons With Uramichi and Kumatani

Rainy Days Like This {Uramichi}

Chainsaw Man

No Commitments {Kishibe}

Lunch Break {Kishibe}

Kishibe With a Fiend!Reader

Baking With Kishibe

Father Figure {Kishibe}

Shyness Might Get You Far {Kishibe}

Forgetful {Kishibe}

Heaven Official's Blessing

Trouble {Mu Qing}

A Tiny Bit Of Jealousy {Mu Qing}

Lovely Little Thing {Mu Qing}

Call of Duty

Such a cute shirt {Simon "Ghost" Riley}

Relaxing Activities {Simon "Ghost" Riley}

It's Been A While {Kyle "Gaz" Garrick}

[abybweisse]

What do you think, who will be the final villains?

Maybe Queen Victoria will be a negative character in like in the anime?

Could London burn down like in the anime?

I've answered asks like this a few times.

Basically, I still expect the big bads to be Queen Victoria and John Brown, much like the queen and Ash Landers/Angela Blanc were in s1. But I doubt it would include London burning down.

I do, however, expect/hope that Tower Bridge is discussed as part of the reason the Phantomhives were attacked. Because I think that Vincent wasn't as helpful as the queen wanted when she asked for money and workers... and after the attack, the estate was relinquished to the crown, and she moved funds and people from the estate into the bridge project. Which points back to what our earl says (ch85) about how long it's taking to build the bridge -- that humans have priorities. I think that Vincent focused on other priorities, while the queen wanted all the needed resources for the bridge right away... since the bridge was historically dedicated to her dead husband, Prince Albert. There are other clues about this, like the timeline itself for the bridge project in the manga (ch85 again, see below), as well as Vincent saying (ch132) that bridges and ditches take a lot of money and help (manpower).

Sebastian points out in ch85 that the project plans were approved around when the earl was born, so 1875. Then he says construction didn't actually start until 3 years ago. This discussion is in 1889, so construction started in 1886. Well, the twins were born in 1875, and Vincent's priorities were his pregnant wife, the expected child, and their estate's prosperity. The attack happens December 14, 1885, and the demon contract is made ~Jan 20, 1886. Then construction "magically" begins around the time that our earl is working to regain the estate under the Phantomhive name. Vincent had previously (ch132 again) warned Francis/Frances that if he didn't have an heir who could run the estate, they might have to relinquish the property to the crown. That's exactly what happens between the attack itself and our earl officially becoming Earl Phantomhive. Our earl officially gets the earl title on March 17, 1886 (ch63). In the letter the queen sends to our earl, she even confirms that the estate and title were in her hands until it could be returned to the Phantomhives (or bequeathed to another family).

Though there is probably more than one reason for the attack on the Phantomhive family, I theorize that a big part of it is essentially a money (and labor) grab by the queen.

[zixinwonderland]

Posting Black Butler facts once a day until season 4 is released!

Yesterday was Lizzy so heres some Ciel facts for today!

His best subject is French!

Sebastian picks out all of his outfits.

His birthday (December 14th) is the same as Prince Alberts Death day. (Additionally, the death day the second season gave him is the same as Prince Alberts birthday)

He never saw either of his parents cook until Vincent (his father) cooked for Rachel (his mother) to try and help her feel better!

Because of his eyepatch, he struggles with recognizing distance.

Not only does he keep cats out of the manor because he is allergic, he also doesn’t want to do anything that would ever please Sebastian.

When writing his wish on a tanzaku, Ciel says that he wishes for Sebastians “sarcastic remarks and lecturing to lessen.”

He has to stand on a box to be in frame for some of the cover illustrations (though this is more of a joke i think… i wonder if that means Lizzy is standing on it too)

2 more days!!

[jokeringcutio]

"Ramblings" - The Grabber (Albert Shaw) x (ADHD) Reader

Fandom: The Black Phone Pairing: The Grabber/Albert Shaw x (Female, ADHD) Reader Rating: SafeForWork Warnings: Use of the word D*mn in Reader's thoughts, Reader is in Grabber's basement. To write this request, I have kept in mind specific adhd aspects from the requester, as well as having drawn from my real-life experiences. I am aware there are many shapes and forms of Adhd, ticks/stimming. The prompt:

For @emotionalmesshooman

You were perched on the cold concrete, eyes darting to the staircase where he had disappeared. Your heart hammered. Time stretched and compressed in this dungeon of shadows and whispers.

The dim bulb hanging from the ceiling flickered, casting an eerie dance across the room. Your breaths came short and fast. The floor was a chill against your skin.

Then, the door at the top of the staircase opened, somewhere high above your head, and footsteps could be heard again. There was the distant barking of a dog, but your captor told him to lie down.

So… he had returned.

His silhouette was framed by the doorway. His mask hid his face, but you knew it was him – Albert Shaw, the man who held your life in his hands. Wasn’t there this saying that it was always the butler who did it? That it was the kind and unexpected face? The man who dressed the most ordinary? Well, they were right. He was the janitor at your old high school. The memory of him grew vaguer the longer it was since you graduated from school. But still… No one would suspect a man like that, right? Always helping others, being kind to kids.

You had a problem? Ring him up. Albert comes and fixes it.

Of course, the infamous Denver Grabber was the kind man who lived just a few blocks away. You wondered when the police would think of checking this man’s basement. Probably never.

"Ah, there she is," he rumbled, voice a little too cheerful as he crossed the basement toward you. How dare he talk so casually to you, so light-hearted, as if he wasn’t your captor ready to torment you.

His presence loomed over you, oppressive and undeniable. He set down the tray with a clatter, disrupting the tense silence. A plastic plate with a few scraps of scrambled eggs wobbled precariously at the edge. Beside it, droplets of soda rolled down its can.

"Food," he grunted, nodding towards the tray. "Eat up."

Your fingers twitched involuntarily, reaching for a plastic spoon – round and not sharp enough to cut, and too weak to be used as a weapon for it would just break. It felt alien in your grasp. You jabbed at the eggs, their yellow pallor as washed out as the hope you clung to. Each bite was mechanical, the taste lost on a tongue numbed by fear.

"Good," he said, and there was something unsettlingly tender in his voice. Almost like twisted pride. But what was he proud of? "That's good."

He watched you eat, his gaze intense and unwavering, and you wished you knew what was going on in that mind of his. What were his intentions for you? It wasn’t that you were ignorant – you had heard of the Denver grabber. You knew the boys he took had never been seen again. And judging by the empty basement, which only harbored a dingy blotted mattress and little else, you knew they were no longer kept here – but they probably had been at some point. You swallowed another bite, the knot in your stomach threatening to reject the offering.

"See?" he murmured, a dark chuckle threading through his words. "Not so hard to take care of yourself, is it?"

But you couldn’t respond. Your throat suddenly squeezed tightly, not allowing another bite in. Your stomach coiled, your heart twisted, as you tried to force the nauseousness to ebb away.

He sunk down, mirroring your position. The space between you felt like an ocean of shadows. His mask, a grotesque sentinel staring silent and still.

"Why are you looking at me?" Your voice broke the air, a fragile intruder in the oppressive silence.

It always unnerved you when he looked at you like this – and he had been looking a lot. It was almost as if he took you home as some kind of curiosity, to be kept in a room for his own, to be observed and looked at. But not looked after. God only knew you needed someone to look after you.

Your hand twitched, you didn’t even notice. The movement was mechanical. Your dominant hand still held the plastic spoon, although all movement there had ceased, completely forgotten. But it was your other hand, the fingers more correctly of it, that were tapping against one another in sequence. Pinkie to thumb, ring finger to thumb, all the way to your index and back again in quick succession. It needed no thinking, it was a second nature.

"Isn't it allowed to just watch?" His tone, edged with something like offense, cut through the dim light. A predator's gaze fixed upon its prey, unwavering. Your fingers were still tapping. He sees. He knows.

Then you gave your fingers a slight break when you rubbed your palm on the coarse fabric of your pants. In this abyss, every movement betrayed your fear, each tick a Morse code of anxiety.

The Grabber's eyes traced the erratic twitch of your thumb, a hawk surveilling its quarry.

"Interesting," he murmured, almost to himself, as if dissecting the peculiarities of a specimen under glass. The word sent shivers down your spine.

"Doesn't that annoy you?" His question was deceptively casual, the mask making it impossible to read any true intent. An unnerving half-smile played on his lips, visible beneath the edge of the hideous mask.

You swallowed hard, mouth dry. "It's not by choice," you managed to stutter out, the admission costing you more than you wish to acknowledge.

His head tilted, studying the involuntary symphony of twitches and taps. "Control, my dear, is all about willpower," he said, his voice a low rumble that made the air around you vibrate.

"Go on, eat." He pushed the tray closer, the scrape against the concrete a jarring sound to your ears. "You need your strength."

The smell of scrambled eggs wafted to you, but your stomach churned in protest. You eyed the tray with a mixture of hunger and repulsion. The can of soda gleamed against the dim light. You were so, so hungry and thirsty. He was doing this on purpose, making you delirious with want.

You wanted to reach out, your fingers already rose into the air, but then you thought better of it and retracted them, your fingertips instantly picking at your dry lips. The relief you felt when a scrap of skin on your lower lip came loose was almost euphoric.

"Or are you too good for my food?" His tone shifted, laced with mockery, the cruelty of his words veiled behind feigned concern.

You hadn’t truly been paying attention to him just now. You were too focused on the feeling of the loose skin, dry and parched, underneath your fingernail. Tearing it off felt liberating. Others had told you this wasn’t a good habit, yet you still came back to it ever so often. You were not ashamed of it either. The skin was already dead anyway.

"You think I might poison you?" Now his words finally came through and you looked up at him, truly seeing him this time. Gone were the thoughts and distractions inside your head.

If only for a second.

"Of course not," you whispered, though bile was once again rising in your throat, thick and acidic. The truth was a bitter pill; you were starving, and you had to eat whatever he gave you. But whatever he brought wasn’t very nutritious. And it had made you feel even worse before, so you didn’t put it past him to indeed poison you. You were pretty certain he had drugged you at least once after you just got here.

"Your body betrays your words," he taunted, leaning back on his haunches. "Is it mistrust? Or perhaps something else?"

You pressed your lips together, silent. Every second stretched on, taut as a wire ready to snap. You silently observed the man as he sat on his hunches against the opposite wall – the devilish mask with its twisted grin and pointy horns. Why was it so pale? Had it not been finished yet?

“Are you going to paint that?” you asked.

And even though you couldn’t see his expression being that grotesque mask, you could swear you saw his eyebrows rise in surprise.

“Come again?” He asked, and you concentrated really hard as you looked at him.

“Aren’t you going to finish that? It’s not finished,” you said, pointing at his head.

It took the man a moment to realize what it was you were talking about – that it was about his mask. You were already distracted, your leg nervously bobbing as you repositioned yourself. If you were moving from left to right, well, that was because the floor was uncomfortably hard and cold. Also, it was customary for you to keep changing the way you sat. It was a bloody miracle that you sat at all. Must be the lack of nutrition, you pondered. Or you’d be pacing the room.

Your fingers were tapping again.

"Why do you do that?" His voice was low, curious – the edge blunted.

Your eyes darted up to meet his through the holes of his mask. "Do what?"

Blue eyes, you thought. Blue or grey. Memories of objects that you’d seen once that had the same color surfaced in your mind and your gaze skittered away.

“That." He nodded toward your hands, and you followed his gaze and frowned. Your fingers were still doing that rhythm, but when he looked you tried to clasp your hands tightly in your lap, knuckles turning pale. It didn’t fully hide the impulse, though. The muscles of your hands still twitched, the movement restrained but ever so slightly visible.

"Can't help it," you admitted, the weight of his gaze pressing down on you, demanding the truth.

"Interesting." The word was left hanging between the two of you and you wondered if he truly found it interesting or just annoying. ‘Stop twitching’, ‘Stop that’, ‘Keep your hands still’, ‘Don’t be so nervous’, and many more of these phrases came to mind.

Why hadn’t he said any of them yet?

"I did like that fish," you stated out of nowhere, and after another bout of silence, you could hear a heavy groan from ahead of you.

The Grabber shifted, then let his curiosity win out. “Oh?”

Right, he had no clue what you were on about.

You flushed, probably, quickly rambling to explain why you said that. “The round fish. I’ve no idea what his name was. Well,” you corrected yourself, running a hand through your hair and playing with the strands.

“I knew his name. His name was Peter, although Peter actually became Priscilla later on because he was apparently a girl. Although I told him to give him a name that could be used for both. Did you know Kim can be used for both? I didn’t know that. Or Lesley.”

When you looked over at the Grabber, you could see you’d lost him. Growing even more nervous now, you squeezed your own hand.

“Ah, right,” you quickly said. “Anyway, I meant, he could easily have given him a unisex name, you know. Like,” looking at him once again, you realized he was still at a loss.

Right. You swallowed harshly, throat dry and lips even drier. Get it together. What were you trying to explain to him again?

“The fish,” you brought yourself back on track. “That’s right. How did I get to the fish, you’re wondering?” You let out a nervous little laugh, gazing back at the Grabber shortly. You had to remind yourself to look at him when you talked to him, you sometimes forgot that.

And still, he didn’t move or interrupt. Well, that was good. Probably.

“The fish. It’s because of the bowl. Right? I mean,” you gestured helplessly at the empty wall to your right.

“It was so damn quiet and it made me so nervous, I tried to think of something else and then there was this stench. Like, did you know you have a toilet down here? I mean, I noticed because it hasn’t been cleaned in ages, and the smell came to me just now as we sat quietly and hit me like, full-on. And I was thinking, when I got down here I had a look around and there’s like, absolutely nothing here. But there’s this toilet. But it looks like it hasn’t been used in ages. Dirty too. And there’s a crack in the bowl. Anyway, the bowl is a nice round shape, just about as large as the bowl of a fish in one of my friend’s houses. Clara, her name was. Nice girl. Anyway, her fish was a deep black, which is kind of pretty. But not the prettiest fish I’d ever seen and…”

Realizing you were rambling and that you’re talking for so long, you quickly apologized and decided to get to the point. “Sorry, sir. Sorry,” you squeezed your hands in front of you again.

“It just reminded me of the prettiest fish I’d ever seen. My favorite fish. It was a very round puffer kind of fish. I don’t know what the type of fish is called. But I do know he was Griffin’s fish. You know, the boy that went missing three years ago?”

You hesitated, suspecting that Griffin must have fallen into the Grabber’s hands at one point. “I knew him,” you then said with a sad sigh. “I used to babysit him when he was little, you know.”

Your words dwindled into nothing, a whisper carried away on a ghost of a breath.

Silence followed in which you nervously tried to see what the Grabber’s reaction to your ramblings would be. But he remained eerily quiet. He sat frozen, his expression shielded by the mask.

Had you screwed up?  

"Well," the Grabber finally stirred. “And you had all those thoughts in just the flash of a second?”

“Yes, sir,” you said, looking anywhere but at him.

He unfolded his hands, you could tell by the sound of his movements. "What makes you so nervous?"

"Isn't it obvious?" The retort slipped out before you could cage it, raw and bitter.

"Perhaps." He tilted his head, studying you, intrigued despite himself. "Or perhaps not."

Your fingers tapped an erratic rhythm against your thigh, as the room fell quiet again. The air grew dense. The Grabber shifted.

"Interesting." The word was softer now, almost thoughtful.

You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat stubborn. He nodded at the plate. "You should eat. Wouldn't want your food to get cold."

Your dominant hand twitched and suddenly you were reminded of the plastic spoon. Where did you leave it? While you looked around you on the grimy basement floor, the Grabber pushed himself to his feet. He wasn’t very nimble, and you listened to the faint groan that accompanied the movement. By the time you found your spoon and looked up again, he was checking his watch. Funny. You’d never seen him wear one before.

At first, you thought he always wore one. You had assumed the thing you saw around his wrist was a watch like most men wear. But then one day you observed him closer and discovered he was always wearing this weird kind of silvery bracelet. He wore a lot of jewelry, you concluded. There were the rings as well.

But today was different. Today, he wore a real watch on his left arm. He must have some important business or something.

“I have some things to take care of upstairs. You'll be all right down here for a while, won't you?"

It was clearly not a real question and you barely registered that you’d reacted with a nod.

"Good girl."

With that, he turned and climbed the stairs. The door shut behind him with an ominous thud.

You were left with the plate, the sound of your ragged breaths, and a knot of confusion in your gut. What had just happened?

[fancyfeathers]

I love your blog! Your darlings are so well written, you want to be mad at them for accepting their fates but their backstories are so complex that you actually cant get mad?!

And Eloise is my favorite of the kids.

In one of your posts you compared the noble boy she meets to a Young Vincent Phantomhive… but how messed up would it be for the Moriarty plan if she met O!Ciel Phantomhive and Sebastian instead… Eloise is very smart - O!Ciel is too, as well as very determined and a manipulative little shit (which we love).

Good luck Moriarthree dealing with this Queen’s Watchdog and his pet demon.

I know black butler is not in your possible requests but I found the idea pretty entertaining.

Keep up the gréât writing!

*Turns to Kitty*

“Wanna help?”

“Oh yes I do.”

Co-writers on this one baby!

Father Like Daughter (Yandere William James Moriarty and his darling having a genius daughter)

While this would definitely be an AU but it is definitely fun together, if they ever met it would be during the public school arc and I imagine even through it is a boy’s school that all the children in the Moriarty family would be sent due to them needing to be away and safe during a particularly dangerous mission that could take awhile, the girls’ enrollment is managed through Albert and William pulling a few strings with a few friends who work there, along with Eloise’s high IQ, Hyacinth’s high literacy level, and Madeline’s and Marguerite’s high physical performances.

Andrei would be placed in Red House at age seventeen, Hyacinth in Purple House at age fourteen, Marguerite and Madeline in Green House at ages fourteen, and Eloise in Blue House at age sixteen which would place her in along with Ciel.

Due to the the special circumstances I believe one of the members of the crime gang would be keeping an eye on the children, James Bonde and or Miss Moneypenny. Of course Eloise’s circumstances would draw attention especially because she is a lady, but not just a lady but a lady with an insanely high IQ, and any stupid welcome house traditions will be stopped immediately by James Bonde who is posing as the caretaker of the Moriarty children due to their special circumstances which is another curious thing about this family.

Both Sebastian and Ciel notice her lack of effort in her classes and personal studies but still having extremely high marks even in the most difficult of studies. When Sebastian checks up on her as housemaster during quiet time she is reading her own personal fiction literature, and Mr. Bonde has to explain to him that little Eloise had always excelled since she was a little girl, studying Shakespeare and advanced sciences when she was barely five years old, and her cousins and sister were just as talented but in different ways, her sister Madeline of Green House being a top tier fencer and mathematician, her cousin Marguerite of Green House being a skilled markswoman and equestrian, her cousin Hyacinth of Purple House being a talent in the theater along with having a deft hand in sewing and art, and then her eldest cousin Andrei of Red House being the heir to the title of Earl of the Moriarty family and being skilled in the psychological sciences.

When Ciel is late to tea, he spotted Eloise and and Andrei in the gazebo as well which quickly shows the quick favor the Moriarties had won from the prefects. That evening when Ciel is complaining to Sebastian, Eloise comes knocking with her little charming smile but when the door closes her little act fades away.

“You have no actual intentions as a student here do you? You are up to something and that is painfully obvious.”

“How did you-“

“Know? You have no idea what my family life is like, you learn a thing or two in the Moriarty Estate. I have a proposal for you, I can help you if you help me eventually, and need I remind you I have a relative in each of the houses. So do we have a deal?”

“…I-“

“I will let you sleep on it, it is the only fair since I am your senior. You can let me or Mr. Bonde know, or perhaps Miss Moneypenny… but she is looking after Hyacinth in Purple House.”

So the next day when Ciel goes to speak to her, he catches her at a time where Mr. Bonde is at her side, but speaking to her in a tone in much more of a scolding than his usual tone to her, showing that he is no servant of the Moriarty family that he was led to believe, much on how Sebastian is not an actual housemaster.

“Eloise, you cannot have others dragged into the affairs of your family, your father and uncle sent you lot here to keep you safe.”

“I am sorry alright, but something is not right about any of this, that Ciel boy is not hear for school, something is clearly wrong-“

“Stay out of it, or else I will alert your father, do I make myself clear?”

“…Very.”

When Bonde steps out, giving Ciel a smile as he walks off to check up on the other Moriarty children in the other houses. Ciel steps into her room and sees her in pure anger.

“Who is your father exactly-“

“And who is your butler? It seems we find ourselves in a stalemate of secrets.”

After the incident with Cole, I think Andrei would be the one to take his place due to his high level of manners and being the heir to the Moriarty name. Putting more Moriarties in Ciel’s radar, and honestly why he does not really need help from Eloise anymore, he is now curious about what she wants and who exactly her family is. So when speaking to Andrei one day and bringing the topic of Eloise.

“Number one, my cousin is far too old for you to court if that is what you are after, but then again she is already being courted by that gentleman at the university. Number two, if you are trying to find out about our family, we would be fools to tell the Queen’s guard dog, now wouldn’t we? Leave family affairs to the ones who bear the Moriarty name.”

Then he tries his luck with trying to talk to shy, little Hyacinth, but she just hides behind the other students or Purple House.

Then with Madeline and Marguerite in Green House but the two of them refuse to give him any of the answers he seeks.

Their family is so secretive is as if they were related to the Lord of Crime himself

(Both Kitty and I doubt Eloise and Ciel would be friends, rivals at best, enemies at worst since their personalities would clash rather easily)

(Kitty honestly had the idea of Ciel meeting Eloise’s lover and immediately remembering his father and also the idea that her lover could be the reincarnation of his father but that really wouldn’t work because of their ages)

(Also just imagine when the Moriarty kids are all at the gazebo and their father’s pay them a visit and the bunch all just are surprised and slightly yet clearly worried and distressed at the sudden visit, Eloise especially)

[bibyshitsuji24k]

My headcanon!, ㅠㅠ but I think R!Ciel& O!Ciel and Lizzie’s story is based on the story of King George VI and his wife, queen mom. Back to ch.109 you’ld see the Midford’s manor, it’s the Glamis Castle located in Scotland. (Ch.14 said that Francis was married to Scottish Noble) This castle is childhood’s house of Queen mom. Also Queen mom’s name is Elizabeth Angela Marguerite Bowes-Lyon as if Yana once said that it’s Lizzie’s middle name in guild book!

King George VI was born in 14 December and he has one brother King Edward that is actually rightful heir to be the king. King George was ill often and was described as "easily frightened and somewhat prone to tears" like O!Ciel. He never thought that one day he would become the King.

That’s it! I don’t know how Black Butler will end but hopefully they would be happy like them! Thank you

WOWOWOW HOLD ON A MINUT--

Indeed! They weren't just born on the same day but almost in the same year. I know there's a 20-year difference, but what other king of England was born on a similar date?

Yana probably took some of that information to base the character of Ciel on because I'm pretty sure she's a hardcore royalty fan, haha.

I knew about Glamis Castle in Scotland, but I'm attaching pictures as well.

Regarding Elizabeth's name, I'm sure it does not match Queen Elizabeth's middle name since Elizabeth's full name is Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford. BUT, Albert's brother's name was Edward, what a coincidence lol

It'd be hilarious if Ciel's real name is actually Albert! But knowing Yana, I think she'd choose a rarer name because it's a very 'English' name (even if its origins are from Germany).

Thanks for the information! I'm not familiar with royalty 'tea' at all, besides what's happening on bb >w<

Well, I wouldn't be surprised if Vincent named Smile with a German-origin name. We know, deep down, he loved Diedrich (??)