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[yan-lorkai]

Ciel Phantomhive Masterlist

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Being Ciel's older sibling hcs

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Being Ciel's older sibling and crushing on Sebastian

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Ciel with mother!reader who was resurrected

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Mother!reader turns into Shinigami

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Vampire!Ciel with human!s/o

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Ciel and his ghost friend

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Ciel with a Lana del Rey like!s/o

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Ciel with a Cruella DeVil like!s/o

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Yandere alphabet (A & E)

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Platonic!yan!Ciel with a darling that cries tears of gold

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Darling is a vengeful demon

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ﾟ Helping darling who suffered an accident

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in love & in war masterlist

Pairing: Ciel Phantomhive x Reader

Description: Join Ciel as he embarks on one of the most difficult challenges of his professional life: getting you to fall in love with him in order to become the next chairman of TransAtlantica—your father’s vast shipping empire.

Content Warnings: swearing, lying, sexual content, very minor mentions of blood.

Drabble 1: the one where he meets you

Drabble 2: the one where you meet him

Drabble 3: the one where he trips you up…?

Drabble 4: the one where you sideline him

Drabble 5: the one where he begins to understand you

Drabble 6: coming soon!

[anonymousewrites]

One Hell of a Love

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Book 1:

Follows the events of Season One

Book 1.5:

Follows the non-manga-canon anime events of Season One and Season Two

Book 2:

Follows the events of Book of Circus, Book of Murder, and Book of Atlantic

Book 3:

Follows the Events of Weston College Arc and the Emerald Witch Arc

Specials:

General: OVA

Halloween Specials: 2023, 2024

Christmas Specials: 2023, 2024

Valentine's Day Specials: 2024, 2025

Pride Specials: 2024, 2025

Taglist:

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[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

All parts:

𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝟏

𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝟐

𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝟑

𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻

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ㅤㅤㅤ ›✭ phantomhive manor !!

── fluff ( ✧ ) › ── angst ( ⚘ ) › ── mini series ( ﻬ꜆ )

CIEL ! ✩

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SEBASTIAN ! ✩

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FINNIAN ! ✩

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MEY-RIN ! ✩

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BALDROY ! ✩

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More about the ~𝓦𝓡𝓘𝓣𝓔𝓡~

My pseudonym or a name I would like to be called is Lily :€

My pronouns are she/her :1

I am a straight ally so I might take a bit of time on a request that has a transgender reader or cis masc/fem reader etc. I really try to be respectful, and I may ask some of my friends who are more knowledgeable in this topic so it may really take some time to write the request.

This doesn't mean that I won't necessarily write for lesbian reader, or gay reader. I love to explore new things as a writer, and along the way, I get to know more about lesbian/gay relationships.

I know my age is 18+ but I don't really feel comfortable sharing my specific age. Just know that I am an adult that has a life outside of tumblr ;?)

The writer's ~𝓛𝓘𝓚𝓔𝓢~

I really like angst! It's not like I don't appreciate the asks you all send me but I just really like angst. I feel like it's more interesting than all other kind of tropes (is that what you call it? I honestly forgot at this point) :D

I like to talk or interact with people, so if you ever have questions, drabbles you like to send, ask me about my opinion on this and that, I don't mind so send them! :>

I don't really mind people who spam likes, reblogs and comments. It actually fuels me to work more, it makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside :8>

The writer's ~𝓓𝓘𝓢𝓛𝓘𝓚𝓔𝓢~

As much as I don't mind if someone is spamming like/reblogs/comments, I don't like it when you do it on purpose. These are some examples of what I'm talking about. :"|

I think it's pretty obvious that me, as the owner and writer of this blog and you, the readers of my works are that we need manners. And we should respect each other. Offensive words and slurs are NOT welcomed in my blog. ;=)

I am still a person who has a life outside of Tumblr and asking how my day is going is totally fine! Just not the kind of questions that goes over the boundaries. ;@

Send me links, you're IMMEDIETLY blocked. ;D

Porn bots, as you've guessed it, is IMMEDIETLY blocked also! :[]

[akiraiscute]

The Black Butler Masterlink!

Ciel Phantomhive.

None Yet<3

Sebastian Michaelis.

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Grell Sutcliff.

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Undertaker.

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Alois Trancy.

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Claude Faustus

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𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖘 𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒☾ ☽𝖓𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 - OO4

SYNOPSIS - what was supposed to be a quaint summertime retreat to your favorite cousin's mansion has now turned into a type of rendezvous that you never dreamed of between two contrasting butlers with, almost sinisterly, similar desires.

■ ` ♡ characters / fandom ; f!reader x sebastian michaelis x Claude Faustus ■ ` ♡ tw ; MINORS DNI

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■ ` ♡ A/N → siiiigh I'm so sorry for disappearing on you guys -- alot has been going on and I completely lost desire to write. Forgive meeeee. Enjoy this apologetic meal on my behalf <3

A few weeks passed. It was dinnertime. You sat at the far end of the table in silence. Sebastian was at Ciel’s side, calm and stoic. Claude was at Alois’ side, his eyes closed and hands behind his back. Alois, with an almost devious child-like glee, ate his bountiful meal in gulps. You often would glance at his direction just to make sure that the child chewed his food properly.

Mei Rin, Fin and Baldroy all stood by the door, their individual stances equally unnerving. You felt like everyone was watching you. Waiting for your next word or your next motion.

Everyone but Ciel.

Instead, he sat there, unamused, with one hand used as a rest stop for his cheek while the other lazily wrapped itself around a steak fork. That same hand repeatedly poked a large chunk of meat almost as if he were double checking if it was fully dead or not. 

You took a small bite of your meal. Tonight was themed after the French –  Steak au Poivre slow simmered in a red wine sauce. Your serving was pre-sliced into fine, almost mechanical slices. You could easily pick up each tantalizing piece with ease and pop it into your mouth without worrying about spillage. Each bite being more delicious than the next.

Each morsel melting in your mouth like butter. As much as it aggravated you to be seated with this brat, his lackey and a blonde-haired carbon copy diagonally from you, the fragrant morsels in front of you made it seem to be, at the least, moderately tolerable. 

“Dinner is excellent tonight.” you spoke, drawing up Sebastian’s attention first then Ciel’s. His piercing blue eye looked straight at you as you continued lapping up your meat with the viscous red sauce. You could almost see yourself in the viscous reflection. 

“Who is the chef with such talent?” a wiry smile spread across your full lips. As you looked up, you saw Sebastian’s burn into you. He didn’t smile nor did he frown. But he never broke his gaze off of you. Claude on the other hand, only opened his eyes. He too was waiting on a response. 

“Well,” Ciel smirked proudly as the words left his lips. His own little sense of pride beaming off his cool skin. 

“It was none other than Baldroy himself. He had a little help, afterall.” Ciel raised his hand, palm upwards, in Sebastian’s direction. 

“Oh, Young Master, you flatter me.” Sebastian bowed his head at the compliment. “Its all in a day’s work as the Phantomhive Butler.” If you could vomit your red sauce, you most definitely would. 

“I see.” You dabbed your lips with the cloth on your lap. Trying your best to be a defined lady. Even with the inert frustration and irritation this ordeal has put you through, you stil maintained your composure. Both Sebastian and Claude took notice of that. One of them more impressed than the other. 

“So what are the proposed plans for tomorrow?” you picked over your tray of vegetables, the leftover wine sauce coating your peas and carrots a dull maroon color. 

Sebastian peered his eyes at the Young Master who carefully picked at his vegetables as well. Sebastian cleared his throat, adjusting his tie in the process.

“A studious Young Master won’t be so well equipped to perform his duties if he skips his vegetables.” Ciel grimaced, sending Sebastian in a silent giggle. It took a while for Ciel’s brattish stare to pry off of Sebastian, but when his eyes bounced back to you with an uncomfortably childish smile, you sort of wished he would have continued staring daggers at Sebastian. 

“Tomorrow, we are going for a hunt.” You don’t know why this response made you unconsciously swallow. “Alois and I are going to pair up while Claude and Sebastian attend to you.” shit! “Afterall, its not all the time we have such a high-functioning lady in our company. We can see to it to make a few subtle arrangements.”

You forced a chuckle. “I can’t say that having your designated butlers following me around qualifies as subtle. I assure you that I can handle myself just fine on the hunt alone.”

“That just won’t do!” This time Alois chimed in, sending your stomach in a whirl. “Claude and Sebastian will be your company while Ciel and I talk much important matters. Won’t that be fun, Claude?” Alois’ piercing blue eyes radiated to Claude who merely nodded his head with his eyes closed. 

“Then it's settled.” Ciel smiled, clapping his hands together. “We shall meet in the morning. Make sure you get adequate rest, Y/N.” you scanned the room for a moment before deciding it was time for you to retire. Everyone seemed so rehearsed, everything too pristine. It made you sick. So, with a dab of your mouth with the napkin on your lap, you pushed yourself from the table, proceeding to the main hall doors that led to the bedroom chambers. 

“If its alright with you, Ciel, I would appreciate Sebastian to show me the way back to my room. I still get rather lost in such a big home.” you helped yourself through the doors, only leaving a big enough crack for another person to walk through. Sebastian looked down at the bored Ciel, who merely sipped his nighttime tea, unabashed at your mild tantrum. 

“Go see to it she finds her room, Sebastian. But don’t take all night doing so.” Claude’s eyes slid to Sebastian who kept a calm appearance. 

“Yes, My Lord.” Sebastian bowed his head, dismissing himself, and gracefully left the dining hall with a firm click of the doors. 

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“I don’t enjoy hunting. Not one bit. And Ciel knows that.” you huffed on the bed, kicking off your shoes in a groan. “I don’t see why i have to accompany him on such a brutish, unneccessary slaughter.”

“Forgive me if I’m misunderstanding, but you didn’t seem to have a problem cutting into tonight’s steak.” You cut your eyes at Sebastian with a scoff. 

“Its different! I don’t want to see them being killed Sebastian. Sigh. Help me, please.” 

“As you wish.” Sebastian walked around to the other side of the bed. He moved your hair to the side to loosen the ties and clamps around your dress. As his fingers brushed against your bare skin, you trembled. You and Sebastian have been meeting almost every other night for the past few weeks.

He catered to your mind and serenaded your flesh, effortlessly. You took advantage of having him to your every beck and call in the interim of you staying there. Father seemed elated based off the letters Sebastian wrote him and business continued on as planned. But, tonight, you had another craving on the tip of your tongue. 

His slender fingers ran down the hem of your dress, slowly draping them off your shoulders little by little. He leaned down to kiss the nape of your neck, tracing his lips down your spine. 

“Your tense.�� he whispered in your ear. “What ails you?” he slipped his hands into your dress, his gloved hands encircling your breasts around and around. “I thought this makes the lady feel good.”

“It does.” you sighed, tilting your head back . He flicked his fingers back and forth on your nipples. He climbed on the bed, on his knees, with his torso bent to press against your back. You felt the warmth of his chest against his dress shirt, making you crave to be flesh to flesh again. When he touched you one specific way, you tilted one of your shoulders upwards, mewling softly beneath clenched lips. 

He sucked his teeth playfully in a scolding fashion, using his chin to push your shoulder down. All of your clasps were undone, ribbons unraveled, hanging loosely against the seams of your dress. Without resistance, you angled your body so your dress could fall and your bare flesh be exposed in the mirror in front of you.

You angled your face to Sebastian, palming his angular jawline in a lover’s admiration. If one were to look at you two, they would assume that this was another night. That you two, completely enamored with each other, were tantrically peeling away the layers. Bracing each touch and kiss with delicate precision. 

Even when you closed your eyes, you could pretend that Sebastian was something more. That he was, perhaps, someone else. Sebastian kissed your jawline from the small piece of connecting flesh between your ear down to your chin.

Nipping intentionally here and there, smiling at your recoil in pleasure. He sifted through the bottom of your dress until he found his paradise. Parting your lips with his pointer and middle finger, he rubbed up and down, tauntingly missing the bud of your clit to make you squirm. 

“Please-” you groaned aloud, wrapping one of your arms around his neck. You gaped, hoping for another word to leave your mouth, but it simply didn’t. He motioned his finger around and around, pushing down, flicking back and forth, plunging into your wetness as he pleased. His breath hitched at your wetness, at the viscosity of your slick thickening stroke by stroke.

“The lady is needy today, what’s the matter?” He kissed your earlobe, smiling to himself. He knew it was going to be nearly impossible for yout o mumble a coherent sentence with him teasing you so much. Your eyes pressed shut, moans echoing across the room, you opened your eyes and gazed into the mirror just to see Sebastian staring right back at you with a fanged grin. 

“Talk to me, Y/N. You know I’m only here to take care of you.”

“Sigh” he continued at your neck as the thoughts tried to pool to the front of your mind. “I’m craving something else tonight.” his eyebrow raised, but he continued his pacing. 

“I want-” He pushed two fingers inside of you, this time leaving it there. The pressure surged up to your stomach, making you purr.

“I want you.” You moaned aloud, releasing onto his fingers. 

“And Claude.”

His movements slowed, making you panic. “O-only if its alright with you. I’m more than happy with you. I just- I’m just-” He reassuringly kissed your jaw again, slowly retracting from inside of you. 

“The lady doesn’t have to explain. By how.. Aroused you get,” he suckled those same fingers, humming in mischevious delight, “There’s no doubt who you’ll prefer overall.” 

“Time to come out of hiding, Claude.” huh?! 

You covered your chest on reflex as Claude pushed the wardrobe door open and climbed out without a hint of apprehension or embarrassment. Instead, he stood there, his eyes peered to you with his arms behind his back. A butler ready to serve. 

“W-what? For how long?”

“You forget our agreement, my dear.” Sebastian reached around to pull the zipper on the side of your dress, fully undressing you this time. His hands were meticulous, almost routine. “We are here to please you until your time here is over.” His crimson eyes looked to Claude with a reminiscent smirk. “Our dear Claude was never far, you see. He was merely waiting, every time.”

“Every ti-” Your memory reeled back to the night that Sebastian had your chest pinned to the bed and hips high in the air. He pounded in you relentlessly, making you squirm, whine, cry for him. The candle was at the top of the wax when you two started, and only finished when there was only a flicker of a wick left. You were so sore the next day you had to have your breakfast and dinner brought to you.

“Yes,” his lips grazed against your chin, kissing it softly. “Every time. Claude, you won’t be of much use to the lady standing in a corner, now will you?” There was a brisk woosh past you, and just like that, Claude was between your legs, his gloved hands opening your legs wide to peer deep inside of you.

He could see the remnants of your elixir spreading thin, spreading wide, eagerly waiting for someone to fill the void. He could even see new streams of slick coming down in real-time. Sebastian guided your other hand around his neck as he continued to fondle and kiss your flesh, his fingers tracing the outlines of your body, even following the jagged streaks of your stretchmarks as they traversed down, down, down.

As Sebastian worked up top, Claude helped himself to the bottom. He lapped up your juices with his wide tongue, taking corner by corner into his mouth and down his throat. He continued to sample you without ever coming up for air, his chin and cheeks spotting with your wetness the more he plunged into you with his tongue. 

Your hips buckled at the sensations electrifying every prickle of your skin. Sebastian pulled at the nape of your neck with his teeth, his dark eyes shining under the moonlight that beamed into your bedroom through the open balcony doors. The chilled breeze of nighttime air tickling the bare crevices of skin as Sebastian and Claude’s silhouette was tinted an opaque shade of blue.

You were so fucking close. Between Sebastian’s teasing and Claude’s tongue, your mind was turning to mush. Your senses were heightened and your body felt as though it was melting, solidifying, and melting again. Claude, his lips latched onto your clit, flicking it rapidly back and forth, pressed his hands into your thighs to keep them open. He could feel you trying to close them, but he just wouldn’t have it. Your climax was his and all his no matter how long it took. 

“A-ah! C-Claude, I- I’m going to,” you tried to break free of Sebastian’s restraints, but that only made him pin you more. His muscles hardened as he kept your arms in place.

“Don’t fight it, Y/N. Use him. Use us.” With a whimper, your ground your hips into his face, your hips buckling at each contrasting sensation from Claude’s tongue. He prodded you with two of his fingers, pumping back in forth in synchronicity with your grinds. His eyes peeled open, showing the simmering golden hues that entranced you so much.

He fixed them on you, his gaze smoldered  and alluring. Pulling you in pump by pump. He finally came up for air, droplets of your elixir streaming down his cheek and bottom lip.

He kissed your inner thigh, biting down with just enough intensity to make you thrash uncontrollably. Your juices poured nonstop, flooding the floor and the edge of your sheets. Even when the uncontrollable sparks bounced between your body and your mind, Sebastian kept you still, a smile of satisfaction spreading across his face.

“That’s right. Let it all go, Y/N. Marvelous work.” 

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Claude dawned his hand with the same white glove as he and Sebastian exited your bedroom. You were tucked in, your hair brushed and your nightgown shielding your lustful mounds once more. As the two stood on the opposite side of your bedroom, Sebastian matched Claude’s pensive glare with a bemused one.

“Well, I guess the classic saying goes something like,” He chuckled at his own joke, fluffing his jacket back to its pristine nature,

“May the best man, or demon, win.”

[verysanebsdfan]

Hello! I saw your requests are open and I was hoping you could write out some head canons for the romantic phantomhive twins (if you don't write for real! Ciel then that's okay don't worry!) with a childhood female best friend that was also kidnapped and abused by the cult alongside them please? Maybe she's the daughter of a maid or Tanaka's granddaughter is up to you! I love your writing please keep it up and take as much time as you need ❤️ tysmmm if you accept my request

Hello!! Thank you sm for this task aa ily<3 I'll only write this for our!ciel since i want the drama after they get kidnapped yk? muahaha im evil. BUT manga spoilers for the not animated parts yet. Read at your own risk. I reread part of the backstory but idk if it's accurate.

Lowk turned into a deep oneshot or smth, sorry, i was stressed and this just helped me relax !!

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cw: MANGA SPOILERS, blood, abuse, mentions of sa, kinda angst/no comfort i guess? our!ciel's name is Astre in this cause I don't think Sirius suits him.

» Plus Astre means "star" in french and Ciel means "sky" (that's what google translate says), while Sirius is a name of a star. I'd say it matches better.

wc: 979

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» You three met when your parents died, leaving your grandfather as your only family. I mean, your mother was adopted, but that does not change anything. It was when you were very, very young. Your memories of that day are as clear as day. 

It was a nice afternoon, and your grandfather, Tanaka, was holding your hand and leading you down a road, into your new home. After your parent died, it left him no choice but to take you in; after all, he could not leave a brilliant child like you in an orphanage. Fortunately, his master allowed it.

You slowly entered the huge mansion, taking in the luxurious interior. A huge staircase was right in front of you, a beautiful painting came into your line of sight. There was a lovely woman and an intimidating-looking man and their children. Twins. All of them are absolutely stunning. Are they the ones whose house you will be living in? That does seem scary, but maybe it won’t be too bad.

» As intimidating and scary as it might have seemed at first, it was not so bad. The nobles did not treat you badly unless you did something out of line. You were well-fed and dressed, had a roof above your head, and could be with your grandfather.

» It got even better with time, You became friends with the future earl’s fiancée, Elizabeth Midford. Well, of course, you would not just approach her to become friends, but she did just that, first, she wanted to dress you up, of course. 

» And that is how you started hanging out with the Phantomhive twins. 

» It started with small talk, occasionally playing some game like chess, ending with you beaten, of course. But then it evolved into deep talks and spending almost all your free time together, along with Lizzie. But in the end, you, Lizzie, and the twins, especially Astre, got exceptionally close.

» Then their tenth birthday arrived.

Something was very wrong. You were on your way to deliver your presents for the twins into their room, and that is when you encountered a dead body, one of a maid. As you were running down the hallway, you bumped into Astre, who was crying, blood on his hands.

“My parents they-!!” He cries out, and you put your hand on his mouth. There might be someone here. You take his hand in yours and run down the hallway. Finally, you see your grandpa, but he shouts something about retreating, your memory of what exactly is hazy now.

The last thing you recall was someone putting a cloth over your mouth and nose, knocking you out.

» Then, after many days, you ended up in the house of this nobleman. Viscount Blitz Enders, you believe, was his name. He did many things, but firstly he gave you hope. After being separated from the twins, he was the first one who gave you a speck of light to hold on to. He fed you, clothed you, and gave you entertainment. But of course, no one who attends the black market is a good person. 

You could still feel his touches, even if they didn’t linger as much anymore. It felt disgusting. You were just a child, so why does he do this? It did not take him long to get bored of you, switching you up with another victim. 

» After that, you got put into an institution or a cult? The latter. What surprised you were the familiar faces you encountered. The twins. Maybe it would have been better if you did not meet them. 

Blood was everywhere and Ciel lying on the table was everything you could focus on. The ringing in your ears never stops. You faintly recall Astre clinging close to you, crying. Who wouldn’t? The next thing you recall was black mist and a lot of blood. Then fire. 

» Your memories of what happened that day were really hazy. Was it a trauma response, or did something else happen? You will never know. What you know, however, is that you were not supposed to get out of there, yet here you are. Standing at the grave of a boy who is standing next to you, and a boy who will never stand next to you again. 

» That is right. Both Ciel and Astre were dead. One figuratively, the other literally. One thing is sure, it will never be the same. The future Earl is dead, and his younger brother takes his identity.

» You will never open a toy store with Astre like you promised.

» Everyone was overjoyed with the elder brothers' return, what saddened you was that no one batted an eyelash at the fact that the younger brother is really not here anymore. In their eyes at least.

» It lasted a few years, this plain life of watching your first love pretend to be someone he’s not. Pretend to be Lizzie’s fiancé. Pretending to be strong. But it did not go unnoticed. He was just ten years old when all of this started, who could blame a child for faking their strength after all of this?

» The small looks and lingering touches when you were alone did go unnoticed by all, besides Sebastian of course. We never left our emotions behind. Not even in the worst, but will we ever get another chance?

» “Probably not.” That is what you thought when I saw Ciel. Not yoir Astre. But Ciel. The one who was supposed to be dead. All the years of holding on to your feelings, all these years of suffering? Just for some crazed grim reaper to bring Ciel back, endangering Astre? Awesome. 

» Maybe it’s just as the supposedly dead boy said years ago. Maybe god really doesn’t exist. Just like Father Christmas.

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✧ Kuroshitsuji Masterlist! ✧

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Sebastian Michaelis masterlist

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Ciel Phantomhive masterlist

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Undertaker masterlist

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Wanted: Dead Or Alive Masterlist

Pairing: Ciel Phantomhive x Reader

Description: As a reformed gang member, you no longer take up your dual derringer pistols in an endless pursuit of wealth. Now, you serve a new purpose: working alongside seasoned professionals as the Earl of Phantomhive’s undercover private army, protecting his estate under the guise of caring for menial chores.

In a blink of an eye, old life comes crashing back into your present—specific people you’d sooner forget chasing a buried score to settle with you. Can you maintain the secrets you’ve worked so hard to bury? Or will you, once again, alienate yourself from your new comrades?

In a fierce fight to maintain your newfound camaraderie—and unexpectedly warm working relationship with your employer—you come to learn that being the perfect soldier is not at all you think it is.

Content Warnings: explicit descriptions of violence (with a focus on gun violence) and murder, gore/assorted injuries and pain, death, grief/loss, elaborate theft, explosions/fires, vehicle hijacking, abduction, period-accurate sexism, period-accurate depictions of British imperialism. Story also contains cursing, drinking, smoking, lying, betrayal, explicit sexual content, and class differences. Please feel free to reach out to me if you have any questions about these warnings! Your health and comfort come before any of my creative media.

Chapter 1: Ready For Some Action?

Chapter 2: ???

Chapter 3: ???

Chapter 4: ???

Chapter 5: ???

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hi can you write sebastian michaelis x reader first kiss, especially with sebastian being confused by having a crush and not understanding the feelings (or how his human body is reacting in ways he doesnt understand bc he’s an “emotionless” demon)

thank you :]

Sebastian Michaelis x Fem Reader

Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy the story! Sorry for any grammar mistakes.

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Emotions

Your young master, Ciel Phantomhive, had left to attend Weston College to uncover why students have gone missing. With that, you were left behind due to the school being an all-boys public school, meaning while Sebastian was gone, you were now in charge of making sure the Manor wouldn't become rubble due to your three other colleagues. There were a few close calls, but you would manage to salvage it by the end of the day.

It was the second of June, and you heard knocks from the front door. It was the postman. He had given you a letter meant for you. It was from Sebastian. He had given you the task of buying some laxatives and told you to wear an elegant dress to the open ceremony that would take place tomorrow and that he would send a carriage to take you to Weston College.

You were confused about how you would be allowed into the opening ceremony due to only immediate family members being allowed to attend. It was only after the cricket tournament began that maids and butlers were able to enter. 

You decided to run the errands that Sebastian assigned you, buying laxatives, an elegant dress that flatters your looks but was also a shade of blue to represent your young master, and a few pieces of jewelry that go well with your dress.

Once you returned, you went immediately to the maid's headquarters and put your dress on a mannequin so it didn't get wrinkles. Mey-Rin had entered the room since you shared it, wanting to ask for help but was shocked to see the dress. 

“(Y/n) are you planning on going somewhere tomorrow?” she asked with a curious tone. 

You nodded and explained that Sebastian had sent a letter telling you that you would be attending the opening ceremony tomorrow. Mey-Rin was excited for you and offered to help you with your hair tomorrow. You, of course, accepted her kind gesture before helping around the Manor again,

It was now the third of June, the day of the open ceremony, and it was nearing dark. You were getting ready, Mey-Rin had helped you put on your corset and dress, and she was doing a few more touches to your hair. You made sure you had everything, including the laxatives that Sebastian asked you to buy. Baldroy, Finnian, and Mey-Rin promised you that they wouldn't make a mess in the Manor while you were gone, and with that, you get into the carriage that will take you to Weston College.

You’ve arrived at the Weston College campus, and you went to where the ceremony was being held. You waited in line until it was your turn to be checked if you were allowed to enter.

“What’s your name ma’am?”

“(Y/n) (L/n)”

The man checked the clipboard and allowed you to enter. As you entered, you were looking around the entire room. It was your first time setting foot and being able to see the opening ceremony for yourself. 

You felt a tap on your shoulder and jumped a bit from the sudden contact. You looked to see who it was, and it was Sebastian with that smirk on his face.

“It’s wonderful to see you again (Y/n), I must say that dress enhances your beauty.”

You were about to reply when you realized the young master was nowhere to be seen. “Where is the young master?”

That's when you heard someone clear their throat, it was Master Agares, and he had begun his speech, and soon the houses revealed their chosen athletes. 

After Green Lion House, Scarlet Fox House, and Violet Wolf House showed their athletes, you saw white birds flying above, and that's when Sapphire Owl House entered, and you saw your young master. You couldn't help but giggle a little when you saw your young master's uneasy face.

After Master Agares finished his speech and tripped on a few stairs, everyone was lively talking to one another. You were about to walk over to your young master but it seemed as if he was surrounded by so many people in one place. You saw that Sebastian was about to walk away when a strong grip on his shoulder stopped him. It was Lady Scotney. She scolded Sebastian for his haircut choice for an educator. 

Elizabeth soon noticed both you and Sebastian and gasped. Soon, her father and older brother also noticed. However, they didn't recognize it was Sebastian or you and asked if you both were acquainted with Lady Scotney. Thankfully, Elizabeth whispered to them the situation. 

However, due to Elizabeth's gasp earlier, it caught a few people's attention, and some of them included the House Prefects. Curiosity had gotten the better of them, and they went to where you were all gathered.

“Master Michaelis, may I ask, but who is this maiden?” The prefect of the Scarlet Fox House asked.

You never asked, but if only immediate family could enter, then how were you able to enter? Sebastian chuckled before answering, “She's my lovely wife.”

You could see the shocked faces of the students, including Ciel. You three knew it was a lie, but at least now you know how you gain access to enter. 

A few other students overheard and started asking questions.

“How long have you been married?”  

“Why have you never worn your wedding ring?”

“Why are you both not wearing your wedding rings?”

The more the curiosity got the students, the more they started asking questions about your ‘marriage’. It wasn't looking good for you and Sebastian, as they kept asking the more suspicious they were getting. This could ruin the young master's mission if they were to find out. As you were about to answer the student’s questions, you felt a hand wrap around your waist and a lip press against yours. 

You see, it's Sebastian who’s kissing you, and you both separate.

“If you don't believe that she is my wife, you may take that as proof, but believe me when I say she is more than I could ever ask for in a wife.”

After some time, the ceremony dead down, you give Sebastian the laxatives, and you leave in the carriage to bring you back to the Manor.

After you left, Sebastian hid the laxatives inside his cloak and returned to his office on campus. While preparing everything for tomorrow, he felt an emotion of… absence? Sebastian was confused by this. He was a demon, and he shouldn’t feel emotions, especially for a human. 

During the cricket tournament, he would sneak glances at you while you sat with the rest of the servants. After he and the young master figured out the reason for the student’s disappearances, they returned to the Manor and felt a bit joyful that he could see you again.

While you were at the Funtom Company Perfume store, you loved the scent of the new Lily of the Valley perfume, Sebastian saw this and decided to buy the perfume for you. He couldn’t help but have a genuine smile when you started thanking him and when you looked so happy at the perfume.

Maybe feeling these ‘human emotions’ isn't so bad after all.

~Lilly's

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yandere hcs + his s/o realises what has happened ; our ! ciel phantomhive

requested by ; zetsubobu (16/07/23)

fandom(s) ; black butler

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; our!ciel phantomhive

outline ; “Anyways I'm obsessed with black butler so can I request (if possible a little fic but headcanons are also fine) yandere older ciel phantomhive with a reader that figured out that he's behind the mysterious deaths of their close ones but it's already too late at this point and has captured them?”

warning(s) ; yandere!our!ciel phantomhive, obsessive behaviour, manipulation, isolation, violent behaviour and murder (not towards the reader)

ciel had been so very careful, taking every possible measure he could think of to ensure you remained blissfully ignorant to the true depths of his infatuation with you and just how much blood he’s gotten on his hands because of it. but, unfortunately, whether it was one big mistake or a thousand tiny slip ups you somehow ended up stumbling upon the truth he’d so desperately tried to hide from you

that the untimely murders of your closest family members and friends — the very incidents that brought the two of you together when he’d oh so kindly offered to investigate them for you — were little more than a ploy to destroy your support network and push you into his arms

that he had been the one behind every brutal death, staged suicide, and unfortunate accident that had plagued your social circle for years

that he’d sit there and console you, promising you protection and support and all sorts of wonderful things you had only ever dreamed of before, all while having the blood of the very loved ones you were grieving staining his hands

that the funerals he arranged and paid for, the memorial services he dutifully attended with you on his arm, and the supposedly intensive investigations into each incident he was heading, were all part of some sick game for him — that he’d used your grief to paint himself as your prince charming, manipulated you from hour one, and that it had fucking worked

that the man you’d married, that you’d loved with all of your heart, had made your life a living nightmare just to keep you by his side — and gotten some poor innocent man executed in his place

you feel sick

your head is spinning, mind racing a mile a minute, and you feel like you’re about to pass out

your heart aches

your stomach churns

your throat runs dry

your eyes sting

you want to run

you want to die

you want to turn back time and make it so you and the earl phantomhive never crossed paths

but you can’t because this is ciel you’re talking about and he’s got eyes on every corner and ears down every street — running from him would be about as successful as trying to keep yourself dry at the bottom of the ocean

and as his wife — god the word makes your teeth ache — you’ve got even less of a chance of getting out because you depend on him for everything

he’s an earl, the queen’s guard dog, and you know for a fact he holds a significant sway in the criminal underground — and you’re just… his wife

a woman with nowhere else to go, nowhere to run to, and nobody to reach out to. everyone you speak to these days knew ciel first — his servants, his family, his friends, his associates — so there’s no way in hell that anyone would keep a secret from him.

you have nothing

you are nothing

and he knows it, you think… or at the very least he orchestrated things to be this way — the murders, the social isolation, the careful integration into his social circles, etc.

you almost feel like a marionette, a puppet on strings that he’s been manipulating behind the scenes for years, and all you can do is laugh

manically

hysterically

mournfully

because now you know the truth — that your life and marriage have been built on a carefully constructed web of lies, that every death your family suffered was because of one man’s obsession with you, that you can’t even fight back or run away because you don’t even know the extent of what your husband is capable of anymore — and, worse still, you can’t even do anything about it

all you can do is stay right where you are and pray you don’t meet the same fate as the others once he realises that you know too much

… til death do you part indeed

[viridwns]

Phantomhive daughter AU has been taking over my brain.

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Vincent Phantomhive, the queen's guard dog. London's most eligible bachelor after the death of his wife. A man with a cold heart and cunning smile. Who has wits like no other and two equally smart sons.

The man who can manipulate people into doing things they never thought of doing. Mostly for his benefit.

This man, one of the most powerful people in London if not in the whole of England, has the sweetest, most kind-hearted daughter. An absolute sweetheart who couldn't even hurt a fly. She would help the servants simply to create a bond with them. She got the stubborness from her father and the angelic looks from her mother. A rare gem that the Phantomhive males set their lives on to protect.

She is always at her father's side. If not him, she's with one of the twins. No one has ever seen her alone. Bright young men are betting against each other about who could sweep the little Phantomhive lady off her feet.

No one has been able to do it yet, but just a few stay determined.

Now, with the twins attending Weston College and Vincent being out for business, it's open season for the young men.

Vincent has prepared for this, of course, and set Tanaka on 'protecting' duty. Alas, it is still his daughter, and his wits didn't pass her either. She's even worse with her tricks than Vincent ever was.

She is able to escape the mansion in one way or another, just to finally go outside again after her father left.

Vincent is strict with his daughter, but it doesn't really bother her most of the time.

It's just that when someone has been inside for two weeks, they would like to leave the premise for a bit.

Even if they have to break a few sacred rules to do it.

Daughter Phantomhive is intelligent, but when it comes to the real world, she doesn't have any knowledge of it.

She's too kind to the people on the street, puts too much trust in the shady man trying to sell her stuff.

Usually, Ciel was there to link their arms and fend of any unwanted salesman or just men in general. [Redacted] was there to distract her when Ciel got a bit...too heated.

But now she was on her own, no protection. Open season.

When the gossiping starts that the Phantomhive daughter is walking all alone on the streets, it'll only take minutes before nobles come from left and right to woo the young lady.

She is overwhelmed by the amount of attention, not knowing how to ward them off or how to excuse herself.

If Tanaka wasn't as 'trained' as he is, she would've thrown hands to get out. He found her in no time after he realized she tricked him.

Giving the nobles a stern look (if looks could kill) and guiding lady Phantomhive back to the mansion, he had to contact Vincent. With protests of the rule breaker, he eventually managed to get ahold of Vincent.

He was home in a day.

Goodbye privileges.

Vincent knew he wouldn't be able to keep this up. With his daughter growing older, smarter, and more rebellious, and Vincent being away for business all the time while his boys are at school, he couldn't keep her safe forever.

It was a last resort, but Undertaker was his only solution.

Undertaker would love to watch over precious miss Phantomhive, but alas, he is busy himself with some...project.

Of course, he doesn't like seeing his friend so distraught. So maybe he has another solution , one he isn't fond of himself.

Summoning a demon to protecting his daughter at all times.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

If it wasn't for Undertaker’s obsession interest in the Phantomhive family, he would never have helped with or even suggested this.

Vincent would get his hands red for his daughter. His soul was a cheap price to pay.

Finding a sacrafical lamb wasn't hard to come by as well.

Undertaker left right as the ritual started, not wanting to deal with the demon that was about to appear.

Sebastian.

That was the name of your new butler. The one your father hired to watch over you while he and your brothers were gone.

You had made a light joke about him having the same name as your and your brother's late dog. You had picked it out.

Sebastian only frowned at your remark.

What a great start.

The quite intimidating butler hovered over your shoulder day in and day out. Always ignoring your request for some privacy with a smile. Small talk didn't happen regularly as you chose to ignore the heavy presence of the man.

You tried every trick in your book to get rid of him even if it was only for a private strole through the garden. Sebastian only seemed amused by your attempts and encouraged you to keep trying. No matter what, he would always find you.

You never got angry with him, maybe a little fussy, but never angry. You started to like this cat and mouse game. It was something to keep your mind busy in these lonely days.

Vincent was a bit...stunned to see you hanging onto the chandelier when he got home. You weren't wearing one of the gowns he got you. Instead, you were dressed as a peasant boy. Even had your hair tucked neatly under a hat.

You were trying a new plan. Climb onto the chandelier via the stairs. Hide up there until you were certain Sebastian was at the other side of the mansion, and then go out looking like someone completely different to make it impossible to find you.

Your smile was forced as you awkwardly climbed down the stairs. You hadn't expected your father to come home today. Usually, he would send you a hundred letters asking how you were doing and that he would be home soon. He didn't do any of that on this business trip.

You just hoped he wasn't mad.

To your suprise, he took off the hat and kissed the crown of your head. He walked away with a smile as he waved the hat at you and told you to change.

Huh, guess he thought it was funny.

Your father seemed more at ease with this new butler watching you like a hawk.

Your brothers were a bit on the defense, though.

When it was family visiting weekend at Weston College, they could not stop staring daggers at Sebastian. You told them to be nice, but they argued that they didn't trust him one bit. Your father had to tell them off at one point when Ciel would literally shoo Sebastian away as [Redacted] showed you around the school.

Brothers will be brothers.

It was only when your father had a talk with your brothers behind closed doors (that you totally didn't eavesdrop on by hiding in the secret passageways of your home) that you started to get suspicious of who or what Sebastian was.

Your brothers had accepted the butler after that talk.

Your gut yelled at you even more when your father received yet another envelope stamped with the queen's sigil (that you totally didn't intercept when the mailman came), and shortly after he and Sebastian had some business at Weston College.

This was also the first time you were allowed to come along with your father.

Vincent had some business to do with the principal of the school. Sebastian became an undercover teacher. You had to swear to keep secret while you were trapped yet in another building. This time with everyone on your ass at all times.

Ah well, you were looking for a new challenge anyway.

Especially when four prefects were more than willing to help.

If only you knew their real intentions.

Your father wished you inherited his people reading skills instead of his art for tricking people.

[hereforreadandwrite]

Madness Part 1

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How did things get so bad?

How did you end up lying on the ground, blood coming out of your lips and throat? You saw a strange person loudly chewing on a piece of your flesh.

How did you get to this point?

Your life had gone wrong overnight. In just a few moments, your house had gone up in smoke, you had seen your parents and your sister burn alive, you had managed to save yourself by leaving through your bedroom window. At eight years old, you had been interned because of post-traumatic stress. For fifteen years, you were tortured by his doctors who had nothing to do with your well-being. They said they were healing you, but they weren't. You hated that hospital: the straitjacket, the sensory deprivation, the experimental drugs, the leeches, the electroshock therapy. You wanted out of here, but you were at the mercy of his doctors eager to learn about the human body. Everything had changed when they appeared in your room. A child accompanied by a butler. At first you thought they were a figment of your imagination, until the man named Sebastian took off your camisole.

"Are you…real?" you asked uncertain.

"As real as you are," the child replied, stepping closer to you. "My name is Ciel Phantomhive. I'm looking for personnel. People with certain characteristics."

"Particularity? Looking for staff? Did you take a good look at me? Are you looking for all your staff in a psychiatric hospital?" you asked as you pulled away from Sebastian.

"As the young master just said, he's only looking for people with certain quirks," Sebastian commented smiling at you. A smile that made you uncomfortable. "I did some research on you. You don't realize it, but you have an invaluable ability that you don't yet realize. We're sorely short of female staff. You'd be perfect as a maid."

"Priceless ability? Maid? I've been locked up here for twelve years! I may be crazy, but you seem even crazier," you say between your teeth.

"No previous experience is required here! We don't discriminate by age, race or history," Sebastian said ignoring what you had just said. "We guarantee payment and days off, and even provide luxury supplies like sugar and tea. The uniform is designed by a first-rate tailor. You could even get a raise depending on your performance. How about it? Not bad right?"

"You didn't listen to me," you growled annoyed.

"Fifteen years locked up and tortured in his hospital, that must be a long time," Ciel said looking down at you. "Doctors and nurses say you're crazy, but aren't we all? I can get you out of this place, you'll finally be free. And I could help you find out who kill your family . Or I can leave you here, in this sordid place. You will die alone, at the hands of his doctors."

You, being a maid? You felt like they were playing a joke on you. A joke in very bad taste. But it was your only chance to leave this Hell. You shook hands with the demon, accepting the walk. They took you out of the psychiatric hospital and you agreed to serve Ciel Phantomhive body and soul. The transition from a very poorly maintained hospital to a perfectly clean mansion had been a shock. Everyone here was perfectly clean. You looked like a disgusted rat. Head shaved, still wearing your straitjacket with your hospital gown dirty like your body. But the employees weren't judging you. Everyone seemed to have a past as checkered as yours. A crazy seamstress had arrived the day after you came to the mansion to make you an entire wardrobe. Ciel gave you a present, he had asked Nina Hopking to make you a top quality wig while your hair grew back. It was a second shock to see you so clean, with clothes as clean as you and hair. With this transformation, you swore to yourself to protect Ciel Phantomhive even if you had to die for it. He had saved your life. You had worked hard to become a good example, as much in your domestic tasks as in protecting the mansion from attackers. A year was gone. A year of hard work. During two years, you had believed that your loyalty to the earl would be unfailing until Jack the Ripper struck. Ciel had decided to take you with him and Sebastian to his townhouse and from that moment your life took another turn.

"So, what is this place?" Lau asked, glaring at Ciel with his everlasting friendly smile.

"Why are you familiar with this kind of place?!" Madame Red shouted at Lau.

Sebastian explained that the business they were standing in front of was an undertaker run by an acquaintance of Ciel. You had never heard of this person. Anyway, you had been there for a year and the count was within his rights not to tell you anything. Sebastian opened the door, letting Ciel enter the building. The place was plunged into darkness, there were coffins on the floor and leaning against the wall. You were looking around uncomfortably when a laugh sounded in the room. You moved closer to Ciel, lifting your skirt slightly to put your hand on your gun.

"I knew that you would come," a man's voice reasoned as he pushed open the lid of the coffin he was hidden in. "Do you want to see how it feels to sleep in my custom-made coffin?"

"I didn't come here to play today…," Ciel began before being cut off by Undertaker who put his finger to his lips.

"You don't need to tell me," Undertaker replied, stepping back when you stood in front of Ciel. "I know why you came. With just one look~ I can tell what's on your mind. Since the earl went out of his wa to visit me. I'll certainly do everything I can to help."

"Do you know something?" Ciel asked, waving you back.

"I didn't know you had a new maid, earl~" Undertaker commented as he approached you. "What's your name, poppet?"

"(Y-Y/N), sir."

"You can call me Undertaker, (Y/N)."

Undertaker was no ordinary man. He was goofy, his payment was laughable, which was kind of weird, but who were you to judge him? With himself working, he didn't have to see funny things every day. He had provided information on the serial killer: Jack the Ripper. After the case, you decided to visit him.

"My, my~ Wouldn't that be Earl Phantomhive's maid. It's nice to see you again, (Y/N)," Undertaker greeted, stepping closer to you. "What is this visit worth to me?"

"I'm sorry to disturb you in your work."

"You don't bother me, Poppet. I knew you would come," he said, running his hand through your hair, watching your eyes intently. "You have beautiful eyes~"

"Did you know? How can you know that kind of thing?" you asked, taking a step back, embarrassed by the compliment.

"It's a secret. I'll make us some tea. Take a seat wherever you want~"

Undertaker went to the back room, leaving you alone in the shop. You were looking around when your gaze fell on a particular coffin. You wanted to open it, but it would be an aberration if you did. You shook your head away from the coffin that aroused your curiosity. Undertaker came back into the room with his beakers full of tea. He gave you one of the beakers by opening a jar filled with bone-shaped biscuit.

"Take seat~ Take seat~ you have some time don't you?"

"It's my day off. The Count isn't expecting me," you say, sitting down uncomfortably on one of the coffins.

"So it's my lucky day~"

You just nodded as you took a sip of your tea, watching Undertaker fill out various forms while munching on his cookies. This man was really strange.

"You wanted to ask me something, (Y/N)?" Undertaker asked, leaving his papers to stare at you.

"Hm? Uh…that's right. You're doing research for the young master, aren't you?"

"Yes and?"

"Is it possible for you to do a search for me?"

"It depends, what do you want me to do for research?"

"My family died in a fire. My family's stupid lawyer says my cat, my Dinah, knocked over an oil lamp. But that's impossible."

"And why this?"

"Because…she had come to bed with me. She couldn't knock over an oil lamp. I was the last person to leave the library and I did extinguish the fireplace."

"So…you think it was arson?" Undertaker asked while eating a cookie.

"I don't know. After all this time, I don't remember if I put out the fire properly. But at night during the fire, I saw a centaur."

"A centaur? Are you sure?"

"Yes! I saw him come out of my sister's room. He ran away when he saw me and then… my house and my family were burnt down."

Your grip tightened on the beaker. Even if all this made no sense, you were sure and certain that it was because of this centaur that your family died. Undertaker closed his jar, left his office and approached you. He cupped your chin between his fingers, lifting your head.

"Alright, I'll do a little research, poppet. But there's a price to pay," Undertaker said.

"You… you want to laugh, right?"

"Not this time," he said, licking his lips. "This time I want something else."

You didn't have time to ask what he wanted until his lips landed on yours. In shock, you had no idea to react. Undertaker took advantage of your surprise to pass his tongue over your lips, which brought you out of your stupor. You tried to push the mortician away, parting your lips to catch your breath, but he took advantage of this moment to stick his tongue in your mouth, starting a wild dance with his twin. Your hands gripped Undertaker's robe as he grabbed your waist, pressing his body against yours. Undertaker broke the kiss, finally letting you breathe. Your cheeks were now flushed with embarrassment and excitement.

"This payment will be enough for now, love~" he said in a low, seductive voice. "Come back to me in three days, Poppet~ I'll have all the information you want to hear~ Give my regards to the Count~"

You nodded in response, your voice stuck in your throat. You felt like your legs were freezing her. You heard Undertaker laughing as you stumbled out of the store. You didn't understand why Undertaker did that.

You went to see him again three days later to get the information you wanted. When you arrived in front of the shop, you had had a lump in your stomach. What if he did it again? But you needed his information. You needed to know what had happened to your family. You walked into Undertaker's shop, your heart pounding. The undertaker was waiting for you, sitting on his desk, two beakers of tea in his hands. You felt your cheeks flush as you saw Undertaker smiling at you with the same enigmatic smile that graced his lips.

"Hi Poppet~ Come and get settled, I have a lot to tell you~"

You approached Undertaker who handed you a beaker. You thanked him with a nod as you took your place on one of the coffins.

"So…? Did you find anything?" you asked uncomfortably.

"Lots of things~ especially one thing that might hurt you," Undertaker said taking out a bone cookie.

"What is it?"

"You remember seeing a centaur that came out of your sister's room. What else do you remember?"

"I heard Lizzie talking in her sleep."

"Had she ever done that before?"

Now that he said it, Lizzie had never spoken in her sleep. She had never locked her bedroom door again, it made her feel like she was locked in a cage.

"The fire couldn't have killed her," Undertaker said before taking a sip of his tea. "His room was furthest from the fire. He didn't asphyxiate her. She could have got out otherwise, through the window for example. Like you did. Someone must have immobilized or killed your sister, locked her in, then started the fire downstairs to cover up his crime. This person wanted to kill you all. Neither you nor your cat set the fire, (Y/N). Centaurs n don't exist, unlike doctors."

"Doctor… im-im-impossible… it can't…"

Fear descends on you, like thousands of daggers that pierce you at the same time. Undertaker was right, centaurs never existed. His devil creatures never existed, unlike doctors, especially this particular doctor. Tears were streaming down your pale cheeks, your breathing became jerky, your fingers began to go numb. You were having a panic attack. Undertaker moved closer to you, he cupped your face in his hands, lifting your head to force you to look at him. You see them take a deep breath and exhale. You imitated him, gradually finding your normal breathing. The undertaker sat down next to you, putting his arm around your shoulders to pull you into a hug.

"You had nothing to do with it, Poppet. What happened last night wasn't your fault. You were just a child."

"I saw it…"

"Hmm?"

"I saw him, a half-hearted student. I remember him! That key! Lizzie's!" you say between your teeth taking deep breaths. "He used it against me to make me forget what he did to my sister. Lord, my poor Lizzie."

"Now that you have the answers you wanted, what are you going to do?"

You had made Bumby pay for what he had done to your sister, your family and her poor children whom he had broken up to sell as sex slaves. You got Lizzie's key. Finally, you had the answers you had been waiting for for so many years.

"So? What are you going to do now?"

Your gaze fell on Undertaker. After neutralizing Bumby, you went to the cemetery to announce the good news to your family. The undertaker had appeared out of nowhere, but you didn't care too much to pay attention to that detail.

"I don't know. I stayed alive to find out the truth. I promised myself to stay loyal to the Earl. But even though he didn't help me find my family's murderer, he did when even got him out of the hospital."

You were surprised when you felt Undertaker's hand pull your wig off. You clapped your hands on your head. After two years, your hair had grown back into a little boyish haircut, but you didn't like people seeing your real hair.

"Give them back to me!" you cried, trying to get your wig back.

Undertaker put his arm around your waist, hugging you. You were mortified, your body frozen with embarrassment. Was Undertaker having fun humiliating you? The mortician was watching you intently, his left eye visible. He ran his finger over your cheek, tucking a stray strand behind your ear.

"Why are you wearing that wig?" he asked running his fingers through your hair.

"It's…it's a gift from the Count. Give me back my wig, I need it…"

"Ah sorry Poppet~ I didn't mean to upset you," he said as he put your wig back on your head. "Let me fix it~"

Undertaker arranged your wig to make you look presentable. You glared at the man with long gray/silver hair who placed a chaste kiss on your lips.

"I didn't mean to hurt you, love. I'm sorry if I made you angry," Undertaker apologized, taking your hand in his and bringing it to his lips. "But I have a request for you. What I found deserves more than just a kiss~don't you think~"

Your cheeks turned red. You pushed Undertaker away, telling him you weren't a prostitute. This simple sentence made the undertaker who was rolling in the grass roar with laughter. You looked at him surprised as he regained his composure. He stood up saying you were hilarious. Definitely, this man was the strangest.

"I don't want a carnal relationship, my dear. No~ No~ what I want is for you to visit me on your days off~"

"Is that all you want?" you asked uncomfortably.

"Yes~ I am a man of my word~"

You accepted Undertaker's request. You visited him on your days off. Strangely, you were counting the days until your holidays. You enjoyed visiting Undertaker, despite the kissing incident. You caught yourself telling him about what happened to you in the psychiatric hospital, your old life with your family, your life at the mansion and other things. A few days before you embarked on the Campania with the young count, you had gone to Undertaker to tell him that you would be away for a while. Ciel had asked you to accompany him with Snake and Sebastian, of course. He also ordered you to keep quiet about why you were boarding the Campania. Apparently Karnstein Hospital had found a way to bring the dead back to life. It was ridiculous, but with everything you've been through, it wouldn't really surprise you.

"Hey~ the Earl is selfish to keep you all to himself for his three weeks," Undertaker commented as he hugged you and rested his chin on your head. "Wouldn't you like to stay with me for her three weeks?"

"And it is the young master who is selfish?" you replied with a sigh.

"Eheheh~ Sorry~Sorry~ It's okay if you leave. I'm going to be away for a while as well," he said letting go of you to go to his kitchen. "Make yourself at home, Poppet~"

You watched Undertaker disappear into the kitchen, presumably to make some tea. Your gaze rested on one coffin in particular. You didn't know why, but you had a morbid curiosity about this coffin. Why did no one come to claim this coffin? Why wasn't Undertaker going to put him in a mass grave? Who could possibly be in this coffin? You moved closer to the coffin, looking towards the kitchen, making sure the undertaker was still busy. You swallow, grabbing the edge of the lid, forcing it a little to lift it up a bit. You didn't have time to open the coffin enough to see who was inside when a pair of hands suddenly landed on the lid, closing the coffin with a crash. Your body tensed as you felt Undertaker lean against your back, his hair tickling your cheeks and his lips brushing your ear. Your heart was beating incredibly fast in your chest.

"I didn't know you were a curious little mouse, Poppet~"

"I'm… I'm sorry, Undertaker. That's…"

"There's something special about this coffin," he whispered in your ear, stroking the lid. "One thing I seek to fix."

"W-wait Undertaker!" you cried, managing to get out of his grip, placing your hands on his chest to push him back. "I'm sorry for going through your stuff. I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry."

You looked at the ground ashamed of your behavior. Normally, you would never have done such a thing. Your behavior made the Undertaker chuckle. The mortician took your chin between his fingers, forcing you to raise your head.

"You really are an interesting mortal, (Y/N)," Undertaker commented, bringing his face dangerously close to yours. "With such a beautiful soul~"

Undertaker dropped your chin, running his fingers down your throat, then down your chest. You felt your cheeks warm when the mortician squeezed your left breast in his hand. To your surprise, Undertaker tipped you over the coffin. He clapped his hands on either side of your head and placed his leg between yours. You were trapped.

"Such a sweet soul~" he said placing his head on your chest. "So full of life~ Aaah~ I would so love to kidnap her. Keep her to myself for eternity. Maybe this is the only way to save you, you wouldn't mind me kidnapping you to keep you just for me?"

You didn't know what to answer. You'd be lying if you said that proposal wasn't tempting. To be with Undertaker for eternity? Your irrational side was screaming for you to accept this proposal, but your rational side was screaming at you to run away as far as possible. You were shaking. You didn't know if it was fear or excitement. All this was strange, terrifying and exciting. Undertaker sighed loudly as he tightened his grip before letting go of you to straighten up. For the first time since you had met the undertaker, you saw his eyes. Mesmerizing green/yellow eyes and a long scar lined his face.

"Excuse me, Poppet. I didn't mean to scare you," Underaker apologized, placing a quick kiss on your lips.

Undertaker stood up before helping you to your feet. He readjusted your dress and restyled your hair to make you look presentable. All of this was terribly embarrassing.

"Hm…you…you said you were going to be away too," you say, hoping to break through that unease.

"Right," Undertaker replied, brushing his hair back over his eyes. "I have some business to attend to outside of London."

"I… I see. I have to go. The young count must be waiting for me," you say, pointing your finger at the door. "So…"

Undertaker smiled seeing you so uncomfortable. The undertaker was leaning towards you, kissing your temple.

"We'll see you soon, Poppet~ Pass my regards to the Count."

After this strange visit, you left the shop in perplexity. Undertaker was a strange man, but what just happened was even more strange than usual. You returned to the cart to return to the Phantomhive mansion and prepare for the cruise. Even if it was for an investigation to reassure her majesty, it will be the first time that you will travel aboard a luxury freighter for three long weeks.

Seeing the liner on D-Day made you nervous. It was the first time that Sebastian and the Count allowed you to come on one of their missions, you weren't going to be able to enjoy this sumptuous trip. Elizabeth had wept with joy when she saw that Ciel had "surprised" her. At least you had an excuse. It took another three days to wait for the Aurora company meeting. You had disguised yourself to go unnoticed and avoid a scandal. You had traded your wig (Y/H/C) for long red hair, a fake pair of glasses was placed on your nose and you had traded skilled servants for a crimson red dress. Ciel had put on a blonde wig and traded in his eye patch for bandages. And Sebastian had just put on a wig. The butler quickly explained what you were going to have to do to make it look like you were part of Aurora society. Ciel was mortified and you uncomfortable at the thought of striking such a pose. The young count took a glass of water at an exorbitant price. The smoking room was filled with well-to-do people waiting impatiently for the meeting to begin.

"Are you firts timers?" asked a man who had just noticed your arrival.

"The… the complete flame in our chests…," Ciel began uncomfortably.

"Shall not be extinguished by anyone," the man continued.

"We are…The Phoenix!"

Striking the Phoenix pose was terribly embarrassing. You and Ciel were red as peonies, but at least the man was satisfied. He welcomed you to the company and gave you three Phoenix badges. Giggles came to your ears. You and the young Earl were surprised to see Undertake, laughing.

"Saying "The Phoenix!" with such a serious face hahaha!" Undertaker exclaimed.

"You bastard!" exclaimed Ciel mortifying.

"Now, now young master," Sebastian said.

"Undertaker? What are you doing here?" you asked, trying to forget your embarrassment.

"My job, Poppet. The hospital is a regular customer of mine," Undertaker explained, regaining his composure.

"We're investigating the illegal human experimentation going on here though. Do you know anything about the revival of the dead?" Ciel asked, glaring at his informant.

"Just a sec, if you want information then I want my compensation," Undertaker stopped chuckling. "Let's see~ How about you do that pose once more?"

"Who the hell will…?!!!

"The Phoenix!!!"

Ciel and Sebastian's attention was drawn to none other than the Viscount of Druitt. Undertaker took advantage of his moment of inattention to grab your hand and lead you with him, through the crowd, away from Ciel and Sebastian.

"U-Undertaker? What are you doing?"

"Hush, it's starting," Undertaker said, pointing to men carrying a coffin to the makeshift stage.

A young man, probably in his late twenties, came onto the stage. No doubt a doctor saw the white coat he was wearing.

"Who is that man?" you asked looking at the puzzled Undertaker.

"The Founder: Ryan Stoker. An idiot."

"Hey?"

"Nothing, Poppet," the undertaker replied, hugging you, resting his chin on your head.

"The complete flame in our chest shall not be extinguished by anyone," Ryan said before striking the Phoenix pose. "We are the Phoenix!!! Ladies and gentlemen! Thank you for coming to today's research presentation of the Aurora society's "complete salvation of making through medicine". What is complete salvation you say? That is… COMPLETE HEALTH!!! A healthy body! Healthy teeth! A healthy spirit housed within a healthy body! And finally, a healthy mood! HEALTHINESS IS TRULY SPLENDID!!!"

"W-what?" you asked lost. "What he is talking about?"

"Shhh~ The best part is coming~"

"However, there's the worst kind of health issue that we can't overcome no matter how hard we try," Rya continued, placing her hand on the coffin. "What is that, you say? Death! And the great power that will save us from this disaster is THE AURORA SOCIETY'S MEDICINE!!!! We will now show you ladies and gentlemen. The fruits of our "complete salvation of manking through medicine "research."

Two men removed the lid of the coffin where a young girl was. A shiver ran up your spine as you leaned against Undertaker's chest. You felt bad.

"Are you all right, Poppet?" Undertaker asked running his fingernail through your hair.

"That girl reminds me of Lizzie," you say looking away from the scene. "I…I don't want to watch this. Besides, it's cruel to make someone believe that you can bring a dead person back to life."

"Ummm~ Do you mean?"

"Yes! How can they mourn properly?"

"Who knows~ But watch carefully what's next Poppet~"

Even though you didn't feel like it, you brought your attention back to the scene. Ryan's men placed electrodes on the deceased's chest and temples. Ryan sent powerful electric shocks into the body before stopping the machine and ordering the deceased to get up, like the Phoenix. To your surprise, and that of the crowd, the body began to move. The resurrected young girl stood up, under the tearful eyes of her parents and the admiration of the crowd. You remained speechless in front of this scene. How could that be possible? No one could defeat death, not even my medicine. You had a very bad feeling. The crowd began to applaud Ryan for this complete salute. But something was strange in the behavior of the young girl, she was perhaps "awakened", but she did not seem more alive than before. The mother hugged her daughter, crying with joy and thanking the doctor, but to everyone's surprise, the girl opened her mouth as wide as she could to bite her mother's shoulder. Blood spurted from the wound, the mother's cry of pain echoed in the quiet room. There was silence for a few seconds before people started screaming and fleeing the scene. You didn't have time to do anything that Undertaker dragged you behind the machine that had just "resuscitated" the young woman.

"What do you-"

"Hush!"

Undertaker had just clapped his hand over your mouth. You looked at the undertaker surprised by his behavior. His attention was focused on the undead advancing towards Sebastian and Ciel. You saw the butler throw knives at the monster's vital points, but it had no effect. How could that thing still move after Sebastian's knives had touched its heart?

"We've seen enough. Let's get out of here Poppet."

"W-wait! Undertaker!"

Undertaker took you with him out of the room, taking you away from Ciel and Sebastian. You were trying to pull your wrist out of the undertaker's grip, but he was determined to take you with him. You tried to talk to him, but Undertaker pretended not to hear you. You understood that you had no choice but to follow the undertaker through the corridors of the liner until you arrived in a room where you were pushed unceremoniously. You turned to the undertaker, but he quickly locked the door, trapping you in the room. You rushed to the door, trying in vain to open it.

"Undertaker! What's wrong with you?!" you asked, banging on the door. "Let me out!"

"Sorry Poppet. You better stay in there. I don't want you to get hurt. It's the last thing I want," Undertaker replied, his voice muffled by the door. "You don't fear anything here. Stay quietly there until I return. I won't be long."

You heard Undertaker's footsteps walking away from the room. He really just locked you in that room? What was happening? First this girl coming back to life and devouring people, then Undertaker decides to lock you up without giving you a plausible explanation. What were you supposed to do? You couldn't stay locked in this room, but what could you do? You had to calm down and think of a way out of this room. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard people screaming in terror and running through the hallways. What was happening? There was another strange noise reaching your ears. Rattles. What was happening? You had to get out of here. Your gaze swept the room when you saw an air vent. It was big enough for you to fit in. You pushed the desk to reach your only exit. You manage, with some difficulty, to open the gate and slip into the ducts. Screams of terror, pain and gasps echoed through the vents. You stopped in front of a gate to see what was making people hysterical. The living were chased by other undead. Was that why Undertaker locked you in his room? Did he know what was going to happen? A violent jolt shook the liner. The tremor lasted a good minute until everything became "calm" again. Did he hit something? You crawled back through the vents, looking for a hallway quiet enough to get out of there. You found a deserted corridor, there was not the slightest living and the slightest death. You opened the grille and pulled out the air ducts. This place was way too quiet. You took out your revolver before setting off. You had to find the Count and Sebastian. And quick. You were running through the long dark corridors. The corridors were all alike, this liner was a real labyrinth, it reminded you of the hospital.

"The hospital…," you muttered before shaking your head. "No, (Y/N)! Stay focused!"

You quickly set off through this maze. The liner was leaning dangerously, it was only a matter of a minute before it sank forever in the ocean. You'll run through the long corridors, passing several doors to arrive in a reception room. The huge room was empty, all the furniture had been knocked over and the majority of the doors were blocked, the corpses of half-eating people littered the floor in a pool of blood. How could things have gotten so bad? The huge room was empty, all the furniture had been knocked over and most of the doors were blocked, half-eaten corpses were strewn on the floor in a pool of blood. It reminded you of that night, it looked like it. Deaths, blood, screams, tears. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard a door open. You got into a fighting stance when you saw a group of men alive, along with Undertaker, Sebastian, and Ciel. A sigh of relief escaped your lips when you saw that they weren't injured, but your attention quickly fell on the strange machine that Undertaker and three other men were carrying. The undertaker put the machine down, under the watchful eyes of Viscount and Ciel, before approaching you.

"You should have stayed in the bedroom, Poppet," Undertaker commented as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"You know what's going on on that liner, don't you?" you asked, sternly eyeing the undertaker.

"Ah~ that~ that's another story, Poppet~"

"Ah! Bastard!! Why did you take the device?!!!"

Ryan had just walked into the room with two other people you had never seen. You thought he was talking to the Viscount, but when he spoke, the doctor's eyes fell on him. It was not the Viscount he was addressing. You looked at Undertaker who chuckled as he tightened his grip on your waist. The Viscount fantasized about a new era, which he would name "The Aurora Empire". Either the man or woman was activating his chainsaw, saying he/she was going to paint it red, but Druitt was leaning his wine glass dangerously over the machine. The blonde laughed, saying he could beat everyone here with just a glass of wine.

"I'm going to kill him," you say, glaring Druitt sternly.

"Eheheh~ Not yet, Poppet~"

To your surprise, and that of the others, hundreds of undead broke the windows, clumped together and forming a traffic jam, a few managed to enter. There were far too many of his creatures to fight. Ciel asked the Viscount to activate the machine, but the Viscount announced that his title no longer suited him and that he would activate the machine only if the little Count called him Caesar. What was the problem with this guy who compared himself to Emperor Nero? The man/woman with long red hair ordered Druitt to activate the machine, losing what little patience he/she had. Druitt smiled ordering everyone in the room to do the phoenix dance to prove their loyalty. The three men and the man/woman looked at Druitt with the same idea in mind, to kill him.

"Oh no," Undertaker chuckled, rubbing your cheek against your hair. "Are you sure you don't want to know how that device works? You must too, Poppet."

Ciel glared at Undertaker who chuckled as he imagined this most hilarious scene.

"What are you doing? Come on!" Druitt exclaimed.

"The… the complete flame in our chests," Ciel and Sebastian began.

"Shall not be extinguished by anyone," Grell and Ronald continued.

"The nex embodiment of. We are…," Druitt continued.

"The Phoenix!!!"

The word Phoenix echoed around the room as the group struck a Phoenix pose. Druitt congratulated the group, announcing that he would show them how the army of the dead would bow down to him. Druitt turned on the machine, the light bulbs lit up, sparks appeared, then nothing, the machine went out on its own in front of everyone's eyes. Undertaker's laugh echoed around the room, you saw the undertaker roll on the floor and hold his ribs. Why the machine was not working? Wasn't the Viscount who built this thing?

"Bastard! So you fooled me?!" yelled Ryan annoyed.

You looked at Ryan surprised. It wasn't Druitt he was yelling at, it was…

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard the sound of the chainsaw motor. You saw Grell leap from the balcony, slicing the undead in half, before rushing at Druitt. You didn't have time to react when Undertaker moved in front of the Viscount, blocking Grell's chainsaw with a sotobari.

"Un-Undertaker?" you asked surprised.

"Hehe… it's been a while since I've laughed so much to lose such an amusing man would be like losing the whole world to me…," Undertaker commented quietly as he removed his top hat. "Don't you agree? Shinigami?"

"The deathscythe's blade can't cut it?!" exclaimed Grell surprised.

Undertaker pushed Grell away, opening his jacket to reveal the sotobaris hiding beneath. Undertaker smiled as he sent sotobari at Grell, who shielded himself with his chainsaw, but one of the sotobari grazed the Shinigami's temple. Grave markers shattered the huge glass. Your legs had turned to jelly, you collapsed on the stairs, staring at Undertaker in shock. What was he doing? What was happening?

"Ahh…how sad…," Undertaker commented, brushing hair from his face, revealing his green/yellow eyes and the scar across his face. "How sad it would be should laughter disappear."

Ciel was as surprised as you to find Undertaker's true face. You shielded your face as the shards of glass crashed to the floor. You didn't want to watch this show. You didn't want to be there. You were praying this was all a nightmare and you were going to wake up. You felt like your head was underwater, it was way too much information to take in all at once. You vaguely heard Sebastian say that he had never noticed the undertaker's true nature and that he had concealed his eyes very well, while Ronald and Grell understood that Undertaker was a Shinigami. Undertaker sneered, saying it hadn't been called that for half a century.

shinigami? What was this thing? What was happening? Why did things get so bad? You lay curled up on the floor, digging your nails into your skull. Your heart was beating insanely fast in your chest, your fingers were numb, your breathing was erratic, you were having a panic attack. What were you supposed to do? To run away? Combat? Do nothing? You vaguely heard Ryan yell at Undertaker, but you felt like your head was under water. The young doctor didn't understand why the Shinigami had lied to him? The whole thing about going to America to spread complete salvation was a lie. All Undertaker replied was that he thought this would all be fun, since Ryan was trying, seriously, to bring the dead back to life and he was the perfect person to achieve his goal. The terrible truth fell on Ryan, he had been manipulated from the start. The young man fell to his knees, horrified by this truth.

"So in the other words, you're the mastermind behind the Aurora society's human ressurection experiments, Undertaker!" Ciel exclaimed, eyeing the undertaker.

"That's a secret," Undertaker replied before sighing with a shrug. "is what I'd like to say, but by doing that Phoenix pose, you've paid me for an awful amount of information. So I'll tell you. Hehe~ It's true that I was the one who made these moving corpses ."

"Why?!"

"Ah yes… at first, it was probably just my curiosity toward humans," Undertaker began, tapping the tip of his sotobari on the ground.

Humans were a body of flesh and a soul. If brought together, they could exist among the living and continue to record their memories in the cinematic lantern. And when the body of flesh withers and a Shinigami comes to collect the soul, the film stops and the living becomes dead. The Shinigami then takes the soul from the body from a list and thus ends the kaleidoscope. Day after day, quietly, indifferently, Undertaker lived this Shinigami life for a long time when one day he said to himself: what if the ending had a continuation? What would happen to the body if a sequel was added to its memories that ended when the soul is removed?

"Shinigami only hunt souls after all. The body and the brain that holds the memories are left in this world," Undertaker continued.

"Hehe~ Well then how about you take a look at their records with your own abilities?" Undertaker asked, pointing to one of the undead.

Grell activated her chainsaw to cut off the heads of two walking corpses, revealing their cinematic lantern. At first, everything was normal, then after the lantern ended, the two Shinigami and the demon were surprised to see that Undertaker had added a film of him doing anything. Which had the gift of making Grell hysterical. You ignored everything they were saying, covering your ears with your hands so as not to hear anything anymore. You had to calm down, to come to your senses. You could see Undertaker, the two other Shinigami and Sebastian fighting among themselves. But no sound reached your ears, you could just hear the beating of your heart which was deafening, your breathing was erratic, your heart was beating at a crazy speed and you had the impression that your legs were made of lead. You were having a panic attack. Your attention was quickly diverted from the fight to be brought back to Ciel. The teenager was talking to you, but his voice couldn't reach you. You were just watching his lips move when your attention was drawn to one of the walking corpses rushing at Ciel. You were brought out of your panic attack, grabbing the young Count by the collar of his jacket to throw him over the banister.

Ciel looked at you surprised when he saw you grab him by the collar of his shirt to lift him off the ground and throw him over the banister. During his fall, he saw the corpse throw itself at you, pinning you to the ground and sinking its teeth into your throat before its body hit the ground heavily, cutting off its breath.

The cry of pain that escaped from your mouth, feeling the corpse sink its teeth deep into your flesh and tear it out, resonated in the room. A metallic taste invaded your mouth, you had trouble breathing. You could only see the walking corpse chewing noisily on the piece of your own flesh.

You saw the man/woman with long red hair land next to you and pull out a notebook.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N), born in 1864, aged twenty-five, dies of a hemorrhage. Nothing special," Grell said with a chuckle.

Dead…?

You were dying?

So this is how you were going to die?

"Poor thing," Grell chuckled. "A life of misery with an equally miserable end. Be glad to be free of this miserable existence."

As you heard this person speak to you, you saw your vision begin to darken, the noise stopped reaching your ears and then it was black and complete silence.