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vilemint · 2 months

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Steeled Revenge

(Sebastian Michaelis x OC) fanfic

CH III

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(you can also find this fic on AO3, linked here with over 20 existing chapters with +89k words in case anyone is interested.)

Before reading:

There will be mentionings of situations most will not find comfortable. Please when reading that you understand that these themes exist and it is not targeted towards any person, groups, sexual preferences, religious beliefs or any of the sort.

I am not responsible for your feelings after reading the warnings!! Most of the time, certain words and expressions were commonly used during this time era. It isn't targeted towards you!

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MINORS DNI.

DO NOT COPY, REFERENCE, OR REPOST MY WORK.

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Unknowingly Mavis was tossing and turning in her sleep. A sinister memory casually replayed in her unconsciousness. It was a memory that she wished it’d disappear for good, already having to go through it once she’d love to not have to go through it again.

“You have to repent for your sins, filthy scum.” A voice, but whom it belonged to was unknown, cooed.

She opened her silver eyes at the voice, the typical bright color in them duller and darker, life seemingly being drained. Her body ached, from her arms strung above her head, to her legs that freely dangled to the floor, barely able to scrape against the cold cement tops. “I never asked..to be born…like this..” She panted, her dry throat scratching against the flesh in her body.

Her captors held Mavis in the basement of a church. What church? She doesn’t know. But she is sure it was a place of worship, for the unmistakable sight of crosses blessing every archway and entrance to different rooms, hung pictures of worshiped individuals, and the muffled songs of hymns and passages from some scripture up above. It’s not like it’d do her any harm however in her current state.

“And yet, you still were. Disgusting. Your father got what he deserved, ensnaring a poor soul to do his bidding.” The voice sneered, a form taking shape, but any identifiable features were blacked out. The figure was made entirely of darkness. It stopped short and bent down to her level so they saw eye to eye.

In retaliation Mavis spat in its face, enraging the figure. “You..will regret that..In the meantime-” It turned to a different figure that walked into the cell, holding a rabbit and knife in each hand. “I bet you’re hungry, no?”

She could hear it cackle. “Do it.”

At the command, the servant plunged the knife into the rabbit, letting out an ear piercing squeal as its blood plopped to the ground.

“You were born from an animal, so you’ll be treated like an animal.”

They tossed the creature to the floor with a forceful throw, aiding in its misery. “I bet you’re hungry after all this time. Go on, eat.” It gestured to the rabbit, before turning around and leaving Mavis alone with..a dying..bleeding..defenseless life…

The feeling of hunger coarsed through her veins, and being so young Mavis didn’t have the time to go through these feelings first handedly, nor in an environment like this. Her hunger was sufficed easily with human food, and having her parents around caring for her there wasn’t a lack of meals throughout her day.

But human food will only work for so long. And leaving a starving half demon, or any demon in general, is bound to snap any second.

One eye slowly changed color, iris turning cat like at the sight of a flailing and vulnerable animal before her. It’s as if it was teasing her, spazzing on the ground in the means to tempt her as the predator, and it the prey. Soon enough she ripped her restraints free from the wall, letting the chains fall with a loud clatter before she joined it on the floor. No time was wasted in lunging at small life before her, everything happening in a flash.

But the rushing sensation of liquid gold running down her throat was undeniable. A deep purr rumbled from within as her maw clamped around the furred mammal. The life, flailing with every last ounce of fight left, slowly died between her teeth. Her heart beated harder and faster, thumping hard against her chest enough to snap her back to reality as a small bead of sweat rolled down her neck.

In timing with her heart beating, Mavis lurched up in the bed, wiping away the beads of sweat running down her face and neck, slowly feeling the garment she wore and the sheet below cold to the touch. She had sweated extensively throughout the night. Even the poor pillow that cradled her head was dampened with the outline of moisture soaked into its fibers. A low rumble of her stomach ached her muscles. The sweets she grabbed the day before were small in portions, not enough for a filling meal. It was only then that the soft knocking on the bedroom door distracted her, following with the call of her name. “Mavis? Are you alright?”

Great. Just fucking great. The last person she wanted to hear this early in the morning.

“Yes, I’m fine.” She replied with a sharp tone. But Sebastian entered anyway.

“Oh? Are you sure about that?” He casually remarked, walking closer to the woman. “Because your soul doesn’t smell like you. You’re hungry, aren’t you?”

Mavis shot her head in the man's direction. He can tell just by its scent?

When their gazes met, one of her eyes was glowing, mimicking the same way hers did in the nightmare. She saw that Sebastian’s were slitted, but not glowing. “It appears my assumption was correct. Come, its time to wake up anyway. I’ll wait for you out here as you change.” And closed the door.

Mavis growled softly, not used to getting up at such a ghastly hour, and the growing ache in her stomach. The sun wasn’t even up yet! But with a heavy sigh, she pushed down the hunger and heaved herself out of bed, going over to the folded butlers uniform that sat atop the dresser, right where she had moved it just hours ago.

She had to admit, this uniform was..exquisite. Made of the finest silks, woven into tight threads, it looked just like Sebastian’s uniform. Everything was the same, the tail coat, shoes, hell he even gave her a pair of gloves to wear, though her demonic mark inherited from her father rarely ever showed up. She still put them on anyway.

Upon opening the door, Mavis spotted Sebastian standing to the side of her, patiently waiting. “Hmm…although the butler outfit suits you, I do wonder what you would look like in a maids outfit.” He purred. Mavis was about to say something in retaliation, but her hunger reappeared again, this time more powerful than the last and making her hunch over in discomfort. The rumbling and growing need for a feast grasped Sebastian’s attention towards her again, even hearing her stomach growl. To her surprise, when she looked up at the man she saw the look in the head butlers face wasn’t one of satisfaction, but one of slight worry. “I guess before anything else, we should fix your issue, yes? There’s far too much to do to hunt down a hungry demon.”

She nodded, hugging her sides. “But..n-no meat..” She insisted, which caught Sebastian off. “I’ll eat anything that doesn't have red meat in it..I refuse to touch such things.” The male just nodded and turned away, becoming for the new employee to follow closely behind him.

“Your day will start off at the same time mine does. Since we are basically the head of the servants its important to be up early to get everything ready.”

She nodded, trying her best to pay attention as they passed by rooms, Sebastian pointing out each one and describing what was in it, if she was allowed to go in there and so on. Finally they made it to the kitchen, Mavis at this point was barely able to stand. But seeing an open chair tucked underneath the island was an offer she didn't hesitate to stick up. With the last bit of strength she mustered herself to pull the chair back and plopped herself heavily into the seat, laying her head down on the cool countertop to ease her senses.

The silent boring Sebastian drilled into her was uncomfortable. “Please..Do you mind..?” She said it in such a way..As if she was..begging? Oh, the word hurt just as much as her stomach did. To show such weakness like this was unacceptable to her. Especially in front of another demon..One she knew hardly anything about.

Nonetheless, Sebastian understood. He began to make some random quick dish, while keen eyes lifted up and watched him to assure herself the food wouldn't be tainted with, or Lord forbid he sneak in some meat.

In no time Sebastian was done. He presented his creation to the starving woman. “Here, some Treacle Tart and English Trifle, with some extra fruit.” It wasn't even a second after Sebastian explained and Mavis already began to sink her K9’s into the delectable fruit and sweets. The roaring sound of her stomach screaming slowly died out, feeling utterly satisfied with something at least in her stomach. She was so indulged in her comfort she hadn't realized the soft nearly inaudible purr escaping between her teeth, till a quiet chuckle caught her.

The demonic butler just silently watched her, trying his damndest to just not approach Mavis and coddle her as he usually does with cats. He instead held a coy smile on his face, muttering to himself, “And another check for feline..” Even though he knew the woman would hear him.

Her ears perked up at his voice, giving Sebastian a squinted stare as she finished the last pieces of her food. “Now then, let us continue shall we?” He inquired, pulling out his pocket watch and quickly glancing at it. “Good, we have some time left before the young Master is due to wake.” With a smirk he turned and began to push a tea cart filled with warm water and various teas for Ciel to choose from. Though, the cart smelled far more of Earl Grey than the rest of them

The rest of said time was used to show Mavis where the garden is located, Ciel's study, and finally where Ciel’s bedroom is. Sebastian stopped in front of said door and turned to Mavis. “Would you kindly fix the young Master some breakfast? You can use the extra pieces from the tart I made, as well as any leftover ingredients. You know how to cook I assume, no?”

“Yes of course, I did some at my last job.” She nodded. ‘Even though there were plenty of other people to do it, it was more fun for them to force me to do it. At least he asked, I’m not in the mood to deal with this guy right away in the morning. Plus he did make me breakfast..’

“Good, put that and some crumpets, eggs, and Earl Grey tea together and meet us in the dining room in 15 minutes.” Sebastian smirked softly, pushing a tea cart into the boys room after a soft knock.

‘He’ll need to drink tea again in 15 minutes..?’

-15 minutes later-

Finally having put together the quick breakfast Sebastian asked her to make, Mavis pushed past the swinging double doors with the extra cart she found in the supply closet, rolling it up next to Ciel. She began to explain each one as he took delicate bites out of each dish. Pulling back and placing her hands behind her back.

“These are better than what Bardroy can put together. Well done.” He gave her a single eyed stare, slightly surprised to see a smile on her face. “Thank you Young Master, you humble me. Though not all of this was my doing. Thank you nonetheless.”

Sebastian soon walked in with the early days mail, looking through each one till he landed on a cream colored envelope with an all too familiar red waxed seal keeping it closed. “It appears you have a new bone to chew on, my Lord.” He slid the letter to Ciel, catching it before it could fall off the dining table, eyeing it before the butler.

Grabbing one of the unused knives, the cream envelope slit open with ease as the metal slid across its surface. He studied the letter then sighed. “It’s another victim of Jack the Ripper. We are to investigate immediately.” He turned to the male butler, all the while Mavis stood idly by, watching curiously. Before he could add in on how annoying this case was, Mavis piped up. “Oh, so its you who's been on this case.” Immediately both turned to her, “I guess I didn’t tell you what I truly do behind being just a toy factory owner, I-”

“Ciel. I know full well of what you do. Honestly, what would I be if I, Mavis, with half of the soul of a demon, not really know what goes on in London’s Underground?” She smoked at him, silver eyes shining brightly beneath the chandelier of the Dining Room.

The boy clicked his tongue and looked on as she continued. “If it helps, I caught a glimpse of the killer.”

Now even Sebastian looked surprised

“How do we know that you’re not the one that's doing this?”

“I can answer that, actually.” Sebastian interrupted. “When I first made contact with Mavis, I noticed she wasn’t normal. Being half demon, they can't go long without feasting on a human soul and turning into a full demon, let alone live past the age of 5. But to my surprise, I can tell she hasn’t eaten one before. I envy the self control she’s got.” He eye’d her sharply, then again glanced down to her chest. That’s where he got the info from. He was looking at her soul.

Ciel hummed, briefly looking at Sebastian then to Mavis again once he knew the butler was sincere. “Alright. But, I’d like you to come along for this one. We can talk about it on the way to the crime scene. Sebastian, prepare a carriage. We leave immediately. I’ll do my studies and extra paperwork when we return.”

All the clad butler did was nod and smile, hurrying off to the stables.

As soon as Sebastian had left, Mavis asked a question that she’d been meaning to ask for since she met him yesterday. It was out of her place, but she had no control over the impulsive need to ask a reasonable simple question like this.

“Ciel, why did you get into this profession?”

This caught him off guard. “First of all, how dare you speak to me by my name. Secondly, since I guess you’re kinda..in the same boa, or friends of a feather, that and now that you work for me-”

She clicked her tongue and looked away, not wanting to remember the game she had lost, and the fact that he was trying to refer to her being the same as Sebastian. “I guess it’s fair that I let you in on our contract. Sebastian is to stay by my side till I find whoever killed my parents, and I exact my revenge on them.”

He said it so proudly and confidently that Mavis was slightly taken aback, but regained herself. “I see..We have the same goal in retrospect. Only I have to figure out who killed my father.”

She began to walk past Ciel, but stopped when he asked a question she hated to remember, let alone answer.

“What happened to your mother?”

She didn't turn to him as she answered. “I was forced to eat her against my will. But I guess she deserved it in the end.”

She continued to walk on as Ciel just stared at her in bewilderment, not expecting that to be her answer.

“The carriage, Master.” She piped up, opening the door for him to go through. He blinked a few times, still trying to process her words. After collecting himself, he walked up and out the door, stopping next to the female butler. “We will speak of this later. For now, the Jack the Ripper case is our first priority.”

And with that, the two left the manor, joining up with Sebastian and the carriage, all getting in and driving off into town.

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pinkglitteranddeath · 2 years

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Lady in Red

Prompt- Meeting an enticing stranger dressed in red was not what you had planned for tonights ball.

Pairing- Grell Sutcliff x reader

Fandom- Black Butler

Looking over the sea of finely dressed people you sighed. It seemed almost fitting that everyone here was dressed in white since they were so devoid of life and color. 'Why did mother insist on bringing me here' you thought for the thousandth time. All enjoyment might not be lost though as you spotted a strange figure making their way across the dance floor.

She was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. Taller than most of the ladies here her long red hair fell elegantly to her waist and her bright chartreuse eyes glittered behind red wire glasses. Her clothes were also strange unlike most of the people here her dress was blood red instead of snowy white and the front of it was cut open to expose her legs dressed in long black pants.

Catching your eye she winked at you and looked like she was about to come over. 'Oh no she caught me staring! What do I do!?' Before you could run away she was in front of you. 'And who do I owe the pleasure of being stared at?' she asked with a cocky grin.

'Can you really blame me for staring, you not exactly inconspicuous,' you retorted 'And if you must know my name is y/n l/n'

'An enchanting name for an enchanting person. My name is Grell Sutcliff,' she laughed 'But you are right I'm not exactly following the dress code. Then again white was never my color.' You stared at her not knowing what say. She seemed to radiate confidence and you were quite in awe. Just then the music changed to a lively beat.

'Would you care to dance?' she asked extending a gloved hand to you. Shyly you took it and she led you onto the dance floor. She danced beautifully pulling and spinning you with the utmost grace but still managing to flow with the lively beat. In that moment it seemed like you were the only two people in the world your bodies moving in perfect harmony with the music and each other. However all good things must come to an end and the final note of the song died out far to quickly for your liking.

Looking up at her faced flushed red with exertion your heart seemed to do a backflip in your chest. But before you could speak the two of you were interrupted by a tall handsome man with raven hair and strange amber eyes. 'There you are Grell I've been looking all over for you come on it's time to go.' he said with a meaningful look. 'If you insist Bassy but I've been having so much fun.'

Looking between the two of them you felt suddenly angry. Why had she asked you to dance if she already had a fiancé. Then again dancing didn't have too mean anything she could of just wanted to be friendly. Your doubts were dispelled however when she bent down to whisper in your ear.

'Don't mind him. I had a lot of fun dancing with you and I hope to see you again.'

#black butler #black butler x reader #grell black butler #grell sutcliff #grell x reader #gender neutral reader #x reader #reader insert #fluff #grell sutcliff fluff #black butler fluff #black butler reader insert #black butler fanfiction #black butler oneshot #one shot

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vpyre · 3 months

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New pinned post! Finally!!

Haven’t made one of these in a while, but I’m a good deal more active nowadays so I think it’s a good idea to introduce my blog and stuff. I typically just reblog things, but I do write the occasional fanfic and draw the extremely rare fanart.

I made a little get-to-know-me strawpage thing :3

My Linktree with my etsy, twitter, instagram, tumblr, and ao3 :D

Posts by me are tagged #vpyre’s verbosity, my writing is tagged #my writing, and my art is tagged #my art (most of it is old and kinda shit, but eh whatever). I try to tag different fandoms, so feel free to block tags you aren’t interested in :)

I made a Discord server for people who love Copia! It also has channels for anyone who likes the other papas and the ghouls :3

I have a new sideblog if any mutuals/followers wanna join me over there! It’s @vpyre-hornyposting and it’s where I’m gonna be posting my NSFW thoughts about whatever characters I’m into and receiving asks from anyone who wants to share in the horny.

My AO3 page is here. For ease of access, I’ll also individually link all my fics (both the ao3 and tumblr versions) and headcanons in a masterlist here:

Headcanons:

Black Butler HCs

Grelle Sutcliff/switch!fem!Reader smut hcs (June 2024) || Tumblr

Fanfiction:

Ghost Fics

A Quick Taste (August 2024) - gn!Reader/Copia smut fic || Tumblr • AO3

Can You Feel Me Longing for You (forever) (July 2024) - gn!Reader/Copia smut fic || Tumblr • AO3

Good Things Come to Those Who Wait (Oct. 2022) - Dewdrop Ghoul/transmasc!submissive!Reader smut oneshot (request) || Tumblr • AO3

Hannibal Fics

The Taste of Iron (May 2024) - Hannigram smut ficlet || Tumblr • AO3

The Truman Show Fics

all i want is to take care of you (July 2022)- gn!Reader/Truman Burbank smut oneshot || AO3

Five Nights at Freddy’s (and related franchises) Fics

Closer (Feb. 2022) - trans!gn!Reader/transman!Michael Afton smut oneshot || AO3

When In Doubt, Ask Him Out! (Nov. 2021) - transman!Michael Afton/Charlie Emily oneshot (request) || Tumblr • AO3

What Makes a Monster (Nov. 2021) - Felix Kranken & William Afton horror (kinda) oneshot (request) || Tumblr • AO3

If Holding You Will Heal You, I Never Wanna Let You Go (Nov. 2021) - extremely angsty hurt/comfort (cut me some slack here, I was a teenager lmao) nonbinary!Reader/Michael Afton oneshot || Tumblr • AO3

Dress-Up Makes Everything Better! (Nov. 2021) - transman!Michael & Elizabeth Afton cutesy sibling fluff oneshot (request) || Tumblr • AO3

The One You Should Not Have Killed (Nov. 2021) - Cassidy & William Afton horror/angst oneshot (request) || Tumblr • AO3

‘cause everything else is a substitute for your love (Nov. 2021) - gn!Reader/transman!Michael Afton smut fic (two chapters) || Tumblr • AO3

The Wrong Smile (Oct. 2021) - very dark and angsty fic/thinkpiece hybrid thingamajig about the missing children || Tumblr • AO3

Black Butler Fics

No Matter How Tremulous the Flame, the Ice Will Always Melt (May 2021) - Grelle Sutcliff & William T. Spears hurt/comfort oneshot (request) || Tumblr • AO3

Stick Around (Apr. 2021) - Othello & Grelle Sutcliff fluffy-ish oneshot (request) || Tumblr • AO3

The Geek Division (Apr. 2021) - Othello & Grelle Sutcliff slightly angsty/fluffy lighthearted oneshot || Tumblr • AO3

From Above and Below, Face to Face and Behind (March 2021) - Reader/Grelle Sutcliff smut oneshot (my first finished fic ever!) || Tumblr • AO3

I think that about does it! I might add more to this if I think of something later, maybe some old WIPs if anyone is interested in that (I think it’s just some Reader/Astarion stuff I never finished).

Oh also!!! Fic requests ARE open! Go absolutely ham on my inbox pls I beg!

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pervprincealwayswins · 1 year

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Hello!!

I am right now taking requests for a few (various)char x char/reader oneshots (It can be smut too), reactions, headcanons and scenarios!

If you want to request anything here's what you need to know!! 🥰

Requirements:

Read this list beforehand

Specify whether its MalexMale, Male4GN or Male4Fem (And if you want an openly trans reader or the chars to be, feel free to specify that also!)

The request follows the list below

Smut REQUESTS FROM 16+ people only

Fandoms:

Death Note

Diabolik Lovers

Once Upon A Time

Black Butler

Harry Potter

(Love) interests you can pick from:

L Lawliet

Mello

Matt

Beyond Birthday

Light Yagami

Ryuk (pre glowdown or after glowdown iykyk)

All Sakamaki brothers (except Kino)

Carla Tsukinami

Azusa Mukami

Peter Pan from OUAT

Captain hook from OUAT

Hercules from OUAT

Grell Sutcliff

Sebastian Michealis

Universes:

Draco Malfoy

Omegaverse

Fatasyverse

Pirateverse

Normal

Time:

Modern

Medieval

Victorian

Types:

Fluff

Smut

Romance

(any combination of these 3)

Scenario's

Questions to characters

Headcanons

My hard limits:

No DDLG/B (or any variation)

No ed/r-word scenario's

No parental abuse scenario's

No incest ships (non relative AUs are accepted)

No weird age gaps

Anything im uncomfortable with (I'll let you know)

Sexist, racist or bigotry encourging plots

You can either put it in my ask box, DM me your request, or comment it under this post. If i have any questions or have made your request i will notify you! :)

Thats it, if you have any questions feel free to ask away!

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wizardfrog69 · 1 year

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I JUST REALIZED U WRITE FOR BLACK BUTLER???!?1? omgomg..may i request grell sutcliff with transmasc werewolf s/o??? It coukd be whatever u want; hcs or oneshot/scenario :3

Thanks for the request!

'•.¸♡ werewolf ♡¸.•'

Grell x transmasc, werewolf reader

Fluff

Masterlist

Enjoy!

Grell is head over heels for you!

She would constantly follow you around, talking with you and stuff.

When she found out you were a werewolf, or you told her she was ecstatic, she wanted to know everything about you, how you transformed and stuff.

Whenever you are a wolf or wolf like form, she pets you like a dog and calls you her pet or dog for fun.

Grell's big on hugging and adores hugging you while you're a wolf. You're just so fluffy and stuff!

You can help her out with finding people to reap.

Being trans (or just any part of the lgbtq+ community) is difficult in England, so Grell will help you whatever way she can.

If anyone wants to rat you out to the police she'll happily take care of them! Just don't be surprised if you never see them again.

If she takes you shopping for clothes, you are always getting red, just red.

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

I am constantly surrounded by old people! First the clinic, then the opera and now the hospital! I swear I'm not 90 guys. Old people just exist.

Have a wonderful day/night and enjoy the rest of the evening/day :)

-love, Azrael

#black butler #black butler x reader #grell sutcliff #grell x reader #grell sutcliff x reader #grell

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ayoharuko · 1 year

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Luxiem gang mostly Vox (and whoever you want to pick/add) x Gender fluid!reader(all pronouns) that is a lot like Grelle Sutcliff from Black Butler? Both butler and reaper from!

Like their butler form personality- shy and clumsy, freaks out when things turn for the worst

And his grim reaper Personality- is super hyper and flamboyant, passionate, impulsive, seems dumb but is confident when dealing with their job(reaping souls),

In my mind the Grim reaper form would be the backstory lore!

Even reactions to her crossing dressing from male to female styles?!

( All art I found was on Pinterest! Credit to all the artists!! )

The butler personality would be present time and the past would be the grim reaper personality!!!

Thank you so much for the request! Grell is one of my favs in Black Butler so happy to write something for her~

I'll be picking only Voxxy because I honestly think this request is for him and reader shall be gender fluid(They/Them) as requested :), this will also be in a form of a oneshot, please enjoy~!

REMINDER: Please know that I'm only writing about their persona’s and not the people thats behind them! This is also a work of fiction so please try not to take this too seriously :)

WARNING: This has spoilers to Vox's lore so beware! Many timeskips, Also this will be pretty long for a oneshot but I wanted to make it detailed hehehe~

Y/n Sutcliff......

One of the most legendary grim reapers of the past, not only were they notorious for their long beautiful red hair and stunning image.

They were also the spouse of the most powerful Voice Demon, Vox Akuma. Although not many people knew that they were the powerful leaders beloved spouse, due to their last name not being Akuma.

The two of them was still very much feared by the people around them, they were both a match made in hell~

However....this happiness didn't last forever......

''Oh my dear, you look soo devilishly handsome today!~'' You said to your husband who just chuckles at your complement, holding your chin up and looking deep into your emerald eyes.

''Your more lovely looking than me, my heart~'' He whispered to you and you squealed and pretty much had a min nosebleed while Vox laughs, endeared by your outburst.

When suddenly a Kindred slammed the castle gates with a panicked look on their face....

''What seems to be the matter?'' Vox asked narrowing his eyes while you straightened your form.

''T-The.....the Tokugawa army are coming my lord!'' The Kindred yelled with tears in its eyes, ''What!'' Vox yells standing up from his throne while you stood in shock.....

''Get all the Kindreds together and Onigiri by my side right now!'' The Kindred nodded and bowed before running off to inform the other Kidreds and Onigiri.

''What should I do, my Voxxy?~'' You said smirking while preparing your weapon, ''No'' Vox said as he grabs his sword.

''What?'' You said in shock, ''I'm not letting you fight beside me'' He said looking at you with narrowed eyes.

''W-Why!?'' You yell running towards him, ''I'd rather you run away with Onigiri some place safe....'' He responded holding you by the shoulders.

''Vox I can protect myself, you know this! I'm a reaper!'' You protested removing his hands from your shoulders running to your shared bedroom.

Vox shook his head and saw Onigiri approaching him, ''My lord, the Kindreds are ready for battle. What are your other orders?'' Onigiri asked, bowing. ''Be with my spouse....take them some place safe...'' Vox said as he looked at the balcony of his castle, seeing the Tokugawa army approaching....

''Yes....my lord'' Onigiri said as he goes off to see you, Vox watches as Onigiri disappears and sighs. You were right....you were strong enough to fight....

But.....he didn't wanna lose you....he knows how powerful Tokugawa was....and he wasn't gonna wait for him to get to you.

Vox jumps from his balcony and lands in front of all his Kindred as Tokugawa's army approaches, and he realizes that their were more soldiers than more Kindred...which was instantly not good....

But Vox knew that they were gonna win this war......

They had to

''Your sovereign! We have to leave, quick!'' Onigiri said as he slams your bedroom doors open, but soon shock followed as he saw you jump off your bedroom balcony.

''YOUR SOVEREIGN!!!'' You hear Onigiri yell, but at this point you didn't care...you were going to fight alongside Vox....

As the battle goes on, Vox notices that his Kindreds were slowly being wiped out....

He grunted and looked at Tokugawa who pointed his sword at Vox, ''If only you had agreed to serve under me, this wouldn't happen'' He said as Vox ready his sword to fight.

''Now....prepare to die demon!'' He yelled as he ran at Vox, swinging his sword at him, Vox landed a few cuts on Tokugawa but the man was still standing and Vox was slowly losing straight as well as power.....and as he lets his guard down, Tokugawa runs to impale Vox from behind until they both heard a scream of Vox's name.....

As quickly as Vox could turn around, you were already impaled by the sword.....blood coming out of your stomach......

Vox Akuma could only stare in shock as you fell limp into his arms, as he started crying and hugged your body close.

He failed to protect the one thing that made his life heaven......

Vox then decided that he wouldn't let your sacrifice go in vain....he would get revenge.....and soon he unwillingly left your body and ran away to hide from Tokugawa and his army....

He had lost his clan.....

Onigiri....

and now his beloved......

But that was 400 years ago, and now he was living a life where he was peaceful....

He had new followers to call Kindreds and got reunited with Onigiri, as well as met friends who were like family to him....

The only thing that was missing was....

You

His beloved

Vox sighs as he heads to a cafe he usually goes to, to chill and take a breather. As he enters the cafe and chooses a table.....

''U-Uhm....w-what can I get f-for you...today?'' He hears a shaky voice say beside him, Vox looks up to speak and his eyes widened in shock.

Their you were...in all your beauty.....

You no longer had your beautiful red hair but you still had your gorgeous emerald eyes and that lovely face he had missed oh so much....

''S-Sir...?'' You call out to him, feeling more shy. He gulped and spoke in a shaky tone....

''May i...k-know your name?'' He asks you, and you tilt your head in confusion but answer his question regardless.

''Y-Y/n...Sutcliff'' You answer, and Vox's heart almost bursted out of his chest, you were alive!? All this time....but it seemed like you didn't even remember him...and you looked slightly different....

He decided to wait for the right moment and just composes himself and ordered the usual thing he orders, you nod and run off to prepare his order, Vox soon leaves the cafe and goes back to his apartment to rethink what had occurred....

It was definitely you, no doubt. Maybe...you got reincarnated? But you still had those reaper eyes....so maybe you somehow survived and lost your memories in the process?

Whatever, Vox doesn't care.....if he has to make you fall for him all over again, so be it. He won't lose you this time

So he started going to the cafe more often and started getting to know you more, you changed but was still the same. You were more shy and clumsy but you still had that charming side to you when you both are alone, you liked to crossdress and switch between being a man and a woman, but Vox still found you beautiful and stunning.

And after months of secretly courting you. Vox confessed to you and he was elastic when you accepted to be his once again.

Soon, Onigiri and the Kindred knew about you. With Onigiri sobbing about how he misses you....have you even met Onigiri before?-

Vox didn't tell you about the past....he will once he thinks your ready, but for now...he'll be enjoying the days he has with you....

For you, will always be his red beauty~

DONE!~

I'm so happy to be able to do this request, this was really fun~

I hope you loved and enjoy this! If I got anything inaccurate, then please tell me and I'll gladly change it :)

I hope that you guys also enjoyed the angst ehehehe~

Thank you @zomchan69for the fun request!

Reblogs are appreciated and Feedback/Comments are always appreciated! :3

(Note: please don't copy and paste my works anywhere, and if you do see them on other platform please inform me.)

#Vox Akuma #Vox Akuma x Reader #Vox Reader x Y/n #Vox Reader x You #Luxiem #Black Bulter #grell sutcliff #reblogs are appreciated!#feedback is appreciated!#Request answered! :3 #Post by: Ayo Haruko/Emiko

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the-letter-horror-lover · 2 years

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The Ultimate Oneshot Book

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Summary:

In which I will write oneshots, headcanons, scenarios and many more from the fandoms I love and adore :3

(That rhymes lol)

I accept requests for headcanons, oneshots, scenarios, AU's and many others!

~Requests are currently closed!~

Chapter 1: ~Rules For Requesting~

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Holy crud It took me forever to put the relationships and characters down ;-;

Alrighty, this is the...3rd oneshot book I've made.

But i never had a oneshot book so big though.

(THAT DIRTY JOKE WAS NOT INTENDED)

Okay, I'll explain a few rules here for requesting.

1. Do not request smut or sex between blood-related characters, PLEASE. NO. INCEST.

2. Be specific when requesting, don't just type character x reader, give me more detail on what you want me to write, this rule applies to oneshots, headcanons, scenarios and AU's.

3. This should be expected, but I'm putting this down here anyway. I do not write sex scenes with minors In them. Nor do I write minors with a character who is 18+, smut or not.

4. I can also write Polyandry / Polygyny, LGBT+ etc.

5. If you request sexual trauma or rape, I will NOT write It explicitly. Same with gore.

6. I also write character x character and oc x character, If you want me to write a character with your oc you'll have to give me information about their looks, backstory, personality, etc.

7. The maximum of characters I write for headcanons are five, don't request more than that, please.

8. I don't have a grasp on writing foursomes, sorry peeps.

9. I take quite awhile to write AU's so bear with me lol

10. Enjoy the reading :)

Chapter 2: ~Requests are officially open!~

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Alrighty! This oneshot book Is open for business!

Just realizing how weird I made that sound...

Okay, here's the list of characters I write with readers, however It might be updated In the future.

The following male characters that I write for Attack On Titan are...

Levi Ackerman,

Eren Yeager,

Armin Arlert.

The following female characters I write for Attack On Titan are...

Mikasa Ackerman,

Hange Zoë,

The following male characters that I write for Ace Attorney are...

Apollo Justice,

Simon Blackquill,

Dick Gumshoe,

Gregory Edgeworth,

Phoenix Wright,

Matt Engarde,

Klavier Gavin,

Miles Edgeworth,

Kristoph Gavin,

Godot (Diego Armando).

The following female characters I write for Ace Attorney are...

Franziska Von Karma,

Mia Fey,

Maya Fey,

Iris,

Dahlia Hawthorne,

Athena Cykes,

Trucy Wright,

Pearl Fey,

Kay Faraday,

Ema Skye.

The following male characters I write for Black Butler are...

William T. Spears,

Claude Faustus,

Sebastian Michaelis,

Undertaker,

Finnian,

Baldroy.

The following female characters I write for Black Butler are...

Hannah Annafellows,

Elizabeth Midford,

Mey-Rin,

Grell Sutcliff.

The following male characters that I write for Hero Academia are...

Midoriya Izuku,

Todoroki Shouto,

Bakugou Katsuki.

The following female characters I write for Hero Academia are...

Uraraka Ochako.

The following male characters I write for Touken Ranbu are...

Tsurumaru Kuninaga,

Mikazuki Munechika,

Izuminokami Kanesada,

Gokotai,

Yamatonokami Yasusada,

Kashuu Kiyomitsu,

Horikawa Kunihiro,

Kasen Kanesada,

Shokudaikiri Mitsutada,

Ookurikara,

Ookanehira,

Oodenta Mitsuyo.

The following male characters I write for Voltron: Legendary Defender are...

Lance McClain,

Keith Kogane,

Lotor,

Takashi Shirogane,

Hunk Garret,

Matt Holt.

The following female characters I write for Voltron: Legendary Defender are...

Katie Holt (Pidge),

Allura,

Romelle.

The following male characters I write from Danganronpa are...

Makoto Naegi,

Byakuya Togami,

Kiyotaka Ishimaru,

Chihiro Fujisaki,

Leon Kuwata,

Mondo Owada,

Hifumi Yamada,

Yasuhiro Hagakure,

Hajime Hinata,

Nagito Komaeda,

Byakuya Togami (Ultimate Imposter),

Gundham Tanaka,

Kazuichi Souda,

Teruteru Hanamura,

Nekomaru Nidai

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu,

Shuichi Saihara,

Rantaro Amami,

Gonta Gokuhara,

Korekiyo Shinguji,

Ryoma Hoshi,

Kaito Momota,

Keebo,

Kokichi Ouma.

The following female characters I write from Danganronpa are...

Sayaka Maizono,

Kyoko Kirigiri,

Aoi Asahina,

Toko Fukawa,

Sakura Ogami,

Celestia Ludenberg, (Taeko Yasuhiro)

Junko Enoshima,

Mukuro Ikusaba,

Chiaki Nanami,

Akane Owari,

Sonia Nevermind,

Hiyoko Saionji,

Mahiru Koizumi,

Mikan Tsumiki,

Ibuki Mioda,

Peko Pekoyama,

Kaede Akamatsu,

Kirumi Tojo,

Himiko Yumeno,

Maki Harukawa,

Tenko Chabashira,

Tsumugi Shirogane,

Angie Yonaga,

Miu Iruma.

Okay, that took forever ;-;

Alrighty, requests are officially open! Have any questions? Ask me! :3

Chapter 3: Todoroki Shouto x OC (Oneshot)

Summary:

P.S: I think I made Shouto and Rei a little OOC...

This oneshot was requested by Noir!

Notes:

The character, Aimoto Crystal does NOT belong to me and belongs to Noir.

I do not own any kind of rights to Boku No Hero Academia.

Read and enjoy!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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*Clack*

Shoes hit against the floor as the owner of them walked through the hallway, eventually stopped walking and went up to one of the rooms, opening the door upon hearing laughter.

"Auntie?"

A woman sitting In a chair next to a hospital bed walked up to the girl and hugged her.

"Crystal! Great timing, dear." The woman exclaimed, pulling away from the raven haired girl, pointing over to the hospital bed, "This Is Rei, she's one of the patients here, can you keep her company for a little bit while I take care of something else."

Crystal nodded, her lips forming Into a smile, "Sure." She said, to which her aunt gave her a thumbs up and left the room.

The white haired woman smiled softly, patting the chair Crystal's aunt was sitting In earlier, "Would you like to sit with me, dear?"

"A- Ah! Sure!" The girl hesitantly walked over and sat In the chair by the hospital bed.

She's pretty...

"Do you come to the hospital often?"

Crystal jumped slightly, "Ah...I do sometimes so I can visit my aunt..."

"Well, when you come by..Can you visit me? I would appreciate the company."

Crystal looked up, smiling once more, "Of course!"

~*~

Crystal's feet moved back and forth as she wasn't really paying attention In class and looking at the heterochromiac boy who's seat was In front of hers, he turned his head to meet her eyes, aware of her staring and raising a brow. Crystal quickly turned her head, her face was flushed red as she covered It.

He's so quiet...

~*~

Steps were heard going down the hallway,

"Don't talk to her, It'll make everything worse than what It Is."

Screw that.

Shouto opened the door, about to say something but widened his eyes when he saw a familiar face.

Crystal turned her head to the door upon hearing It open and her eyes widened also.

After a while of Shouto talking with his mother, reuniting with her and Rei explaining the situation of Crystal visiting her both of the teenagers eventually went together to go visit Rei who would often wink and say something along the lines of, 'You two have been getting close lately' or 'I'm so glad you both are friends'.

And that one day came.

Crystal handed the flowers In the vase to Rei, "Here you go, I hope you like them!"

Rei looked at the flowers and smiled, "Thank you, sweetie. How did you know I like these?"

"It was actually Shouto who told me..." Crystal rubbed her neck, which was as flushed as her face.

"Hm, that's sweet of him...Shame that he doesn't have a girlfriend yet." Rei sent Crystal a wink and the raven haired girl stumbled, her dark brown eyes widening slightly.

"H...How...Did you..."

"Mothers just know, get 'em tiger!" Rei winked again and Crystal came out of the hospital room, more redder than usual.

Shouto raised a brow, "Are you alright?"

"I- I'm fine! I'll just head back home now!"

"I can walk you back If you want?"

"S...Sure!" She squeaked, earning another eyebrow raise from Shouto, but the male said nothing as they headed out the hospital.

Crystal looked up at the sky, eyes widening once more.

"What's wrong?"

"I...I don't have an umbrella..." She admitted, looking at the dark sky as It rained cats and dogs.

"There's a extra one at my place, we can go there and I can get It for you?"

Crystal nodded, "Okay."

The two teenagers headed to the house, turning around and noticing Crystal was soaked from the rain, her uniform somewhat see-through and Shouto quickly turned his head, his face flushing slightly.

"I...I should get you some new clothes, you'll get a cold..."

Crystal looked down, noticing her clothing being wet she flustered, nodding, Shouto went to his room, grabbing a new shirt, It was a little big but he hoped that It would fit her, he came out. Passing the shirt to Crystal. "You can change In the bathroom." He said, the raven haired girl nodded, heading to the bathroom as Shouto searched for that extra umbrella, after finding It he headed to the bathroom, completely forgetting to knock and he opened the door.

"Hey, I found the umbrella and I'll place It nea-" He froze, pausing with his words as his face flushed slightly and Crystal jumped, putting her hands over her chest to hide the bra that she was wearing.

"Sh- Shouto?!" She screeched, stumbling a little as she tried to regain her balance from surprise, she was expecting the male to leave but Instead he walked Into the bathroom, standing In front of her.

"I like you."

Huh...?!

The girl wasn't sure If she should laugh or say that she liked him as well, he just said It with such a straight face which turned Into a pinkish hue after she stayed silent for so long.

Is this even a good time to say that...?

Crystal shook the thoughts out of her head, holding the shirt that he gave her earlier over her chest, she blushed and turned her head away. "I like you as well...But..."

"Hm?"

"Shouldn't we talk about this when I'm...Decent...?"

As If a delayed reaction Shouto's face turned as red as the left side of him, to which Crystal let out a soft chuckle.

"I..I'm sorry."

"It's fine Shouto." She smiled softly as the male headed out of the bathroom.

~*~

His lips were dry, maybe a little chapped as well.

The kiss was sloppy but It seemed like neither had cared,

Shouto pulled back and Crystal's eyes widened, "Uh...Shouto?"

"Yes?"

"Your left shoulder Is on fire..."

"Damn It."

Fin~!

Notes:

Hoped you enjoyed It!

Chapter 4: Levi, Eren, Bakugou (Headcanon)

Notes:

These headcanons were requested by, moriartart!

Can I request a hadcannon with Levi, Eren, and Bakugo having a tatted goth-esque S/O and if they initially liked it / how they feel about it after getting together?

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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Levi:

At first he's just...'What the fuck is this shit'.

Eventually he'll get used to It since It's something that you enjoy.

But just because he's used to It doesn't mean he'll understand.

Eren:

He'll be extremely curious.

He'd genuinely be Interested and ask you questions.

Like, 'Why do you enjoy that so much?'

Way more understanding of It and might actually like It, unlike Levi.

Bakugou:

Doesn't give a shit at first.

Then later on he will eventually get Interested.

He'll listen to you talk about the subject...Sometimes.

Keeps getting emo and goth mixed up and you have to keep correcting him.

Notes:

Hope you enjoyed the headcanons!

P.S: Slight language cause Levi and Bakugou ;-;

Chapter 5: Lance McClain x Reader (AU)

Notes:

This AU was requested by, Ruby Star!

< This AU contains slight cursing >

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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"Damn It, you're going to get us In trouble, AGAIN." Keith mumbled to Lance as he followed behind him, grumbling. "You know, Allura and Shiro won't be happy If we go to the surface."

Lance turned around, sending Keith a wink. "Relax, we won't be gone long. I just want to see how everything looks on the surface."

Keith let out a sigh, "The stupid things I do with you Is starting to make me question my mental state. Fine, lead th way."

Lance grabbed Keith In a hug grinning, "See?! Was that so hard?"

"Let's just go before I change my mind, fishbreath."

"Why you- You know what, whatever." Lance hmphed, slapping his blue fins across Keith's face as he swam off.

"Ow! Get back here!"

"Catch me first!"

#weird fanfiction

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echoes-lighthouse · 2 years

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My F/Os, In Order Of How Many /Reader Fics There Are On AO3

Tomura Shigaraki- 1,853 Yagi Toshinori- 1,089 Grell Sutcliffe- 93 Dirk Strider- 69 Tate Langdon- 64 Monokuma- 25 Mary Poppins- 13 Cecil Palmer- 8 Jester Lavorre- 7 Jonah Magnus- 6 (but 60 with Elias) Death of the Endless- 4 Jack Skellington- 4 Zero Rick- 2 Valerie Frizzle- 1 Gertrude Robinson- 0

This was mostly a curiosity project! I have a general sense of how popular the characters are, but that doesn’t really translate from tumblr to AO3.

I think it depends on whether these characters have “proxy” ships that people who like them tend towards: for example, people who have crushes on Jonah Magnus tend to pair him with Jon (or Martin) as a proxy, while Shigaraki doesn’t really have one of those? Tate Langdon has Violet but there’s so many people with crushes on Evan Peterson that there’s a lot of oneshot compilations.

And so on!

It’s funny to me that BNHA is just so exponentially larger than ANY of the other fandoms my f/os come from. And it tends to be a /reader-heavy fandom!

Shoutout to Gertrude for not having any fics at all, I love you, my murderous old lady <3 (It’s hard to fixate about our ship because it’s mostly precanon but damn I do love her)

#my selfships #all the f/os #of course 90% of the fics are not to My Taste but that's how /readers go #they're hard to find the right one!!

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imagineanime2022 · 1 year

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They React To Their S/O Saying Sebastian Catchphase To Him

Requested: @mocahbutterfly

Request: For Black Butler, we all know about Sebastian’s catch phrase where he calls himself one hell of a butler. How do you think he and any other characters you would like to add would react to seeing someone saying something along the lines of “wow. You’re one hell of a butler” right before he says his catchphrase?

Sebastian Michaelis

🐈‍⬛ Sebastian had spent so much time saying for himself, he had never thought about what it would feel like to have someone else say it to him. 🐈‍⬛ He’s honestly a little suspicious that you might know something but that was quickly dispelled when he saw the stars in your eyes, you didn’t know anything. 🐈‍⬛ He loved having you around after that because you’d never fail to congratulate him and sometimes he would wait to see if you would say it before he does. 🐈‍⬛ Winks at you everytime that you say it.

Sebastian finished fixing yet another problem that the servants had caused and you watched with wide eyes at the spread of food that he had created from what is left “wow you really are one hell of a butler.” You gasped and he looked back at you and smiled. “Why thank you.” He smiled with a wink as you walked over. “I don’t think that I could ever do something like that.” You mumbled as you looked over the food. “No, don't sell yourself short.” He argued and you waved him away as you turned to the food, picking up one of the plates and then the other. “I’ll leave it to the professional, there’s a reason the young master relies on you.” You said. “And honestly like having a pillar to lean on as well.” “You can count on me.” Sebastian nodded and you turned back to him. “And I will remind you how amazing you are every time.” You informed him before leaving the room to serve the guests, he watched you leave, he shouldn’t feel so warm and happy inside but it seemed even a demon needed recognition and after years without it yours hit harder than it should have. He’d keep you around for as long as possible.

Ciel Phantomhive

☕ He is suspicious at first, he wonders if you know about what Sebastian is but after a quick glance at Sebastian and a signal that you were human he eased up a bit. ☕ Ciel lets out an audible groan as he listens to what you're saying. Sebastian doesn’t need an ego boost. ☕ Tells you not to encourage him, also asks if Sebastian put you up to this. ☕ Inwardly smug that his butler is the best one out there and that no one else had been able to top him.

You had known Ciel for a long time, you met him just after he had come back and Sebastian had been with him then but when you were younger you didn’t understand how good at his job he really was, you were a pretty mischievous friend and most of the time you managed to get the others in on the joke but this time Sebastian seemed to be wise to your plans.

You had made a few plans and every single one had failed, your accomplice had been caught and now you had one last attempt but Pluto was unpredictable and you didn’t know when it would happen. Turns out it was during a board game that you were playing, you could hear commotion outside before Pluto barreled into the room, and it all happened so fast Sebastian redirected him and cleaned up everything that followed him. “How did you do that?” You asked “wow you really are one hell of a butler.” “Did he tell you to say that?” Ciel asked, looking at Sebastian who stood smiling. “What? No.” You answered. “Then don’t encourage him.” Ciel ordered. “I mean it’s true.” You shrugged. “You're too kind.” Sebastian smiled as Ciel rolled his eyes. “Let’s just finish the game.” He ordered. “Right but just so you know, the best butler by extension must have the best master.” You informed him as you rolled the dice and took your turn and while he didn’t say anything after that he seemed to relax a little more and a small almost unnoticeable smile on his face for the rest of the game.

Grell Sutcliff

✂ She went through so many emotions at first excitement that someone else saw what she did. ✂ Then jealousy because she might have a new rival for Bassy attention. Then it flipped because it meant that your attention wasn’t on her either. ✂ Then she just fall at your feet complaining about how you were supposed to admire her, not Sebastian. ✂ Is seriously considering never letting you see or meet with Sebastian again if she’s going to lose you.

Grell had Sebastian distracted so you took the chance to head over to the kid, you death scythe in hand, you smirked down at him “so what are you and the demon butler doing here?” You asked. “None of your business.” He answered. “Well aren’t you sassy?” You asked “not scared that I’m going to kill you?” “You can't, I'm not on your list.” He said confidently. “Kid William doesn’t have enough reapers to cut me from the programme for killing a kid associated with demons.” You informed him lifting your death scythe “are you scared now?”

There was a crash but you managed to dodge the hit from the demon settling on the tree branch above, you looked like a lazy lion “How’d you get over there so fast, Bassy?” “He really is one hell of a butler.” You smirked as you propped your head up with your free hand, your scythe hanging haphazardly under the branch in your other hand. “Now is that a compliment or an insult?” Sebastian asked. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” You asked. “Hey, hey! Enough flirting, you're supposed to be admiring me!” Grell complained as she walked over to where you were laying, she reached up pulling on your death scythe and catching you as the force pulled you out of the tree and into her arms. “We’ll be leaving now, Bassy, can’t have you taking my assistant as well as my heart.” “Don’t worry you're still a butler to die for.” You assured her as you left.

William T Spears

👓 Honestly hopes that you are joking, has never wished for anything more than that. 👓 Cannot deal with another Grell, if he even thinks for a second that you are going to be affected in the same way he's getting you out of there. 👓 Also very jealous and terrible at hiding it, but he’ll deny it for the rest of his undead life. 👓 Chastises you for complimenting a demon.

“Must you always get in the way?” William asked as he stood on a ledge you didn’t even realise was there. “How the hell did you get up there?” You mumbled as you blocked another of Sebastian’s hits. “Wow, that was a hit.” You slid back slightly. “What are you doing here, demon?” William asked, blocking a hit from where he was above you. “That would be telling.” Sebastian smirked as he leaned towards you “you must be new we’ve never met before.” “Ignore him.” William ordered as he pushed him away from you, though he didn’t stay away too long before he was standing behind you. “My name Sebastian Michaelis-” “You really are one hell of a butler aren’t you?” You asked. “Well aren’t you sweet?” Sebastian teased. “Enough of that.” William ordered as jumped down to pull you away from him “we don’t compliment our enemies.” “Are you jealous?” You asked. “What? Why would I be jealous of him?” He asked. “I mean… I could say it again but I think you’ll get mad at me.” You smirked as you looked up at him behind you. “We’re leaving.” He muttered. “Didn’t we come here for something?” You asked. “Yes and I already have it so it’s time to leave.” He answered pulling you with him. “Until next time Sebastian.” You waved. “Until next Milady.” Sebastian bowed. “There won’t be a next time.” William promised as he pulled you away.

Request Here!!

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stardustincarnate · 2 years

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PARTNERS IN CRIME // Grell Sutcliff x Reader

FEMALE READER.

SUMMARY : You had been suffering in the hands of the thing known to be your husband. You had enough. You wanted him dead. And so you began to devise a plan to kill him; when suddenly, you stumbled upon a flirtatious redhead, who, unbeknown to you, was willing to be your partner in crime.

WORD COUNT : 5957 words.

GENRES : angst. very slight fluff if you squint. smut.

WARNINGS : domestic abuse. physical and mental torture. 19th century misogyny. implications of rape. cheating. reader is implied to have serious mental health issues and is on the brink of insanity.

watch out for typographical/grammatical errors.

♡ writing commissions are open! ♡

CLICK HERE FOR THE WATTPAD VERSION.

"You duffer! What do you think you're doing back there?!"

My livid husband -- as much as I didn't want to call that fiend that title, for the sake of continuing my family's legacy, I did, for three unbearable years -- lashed his whip at me, at the same time screaming with such shrillness that all dignity was lost. A new set of wounds overlapped my barely healing ones. I bit back a sob. Being used to being deliberately abused didn't mean that it wouldn't hurt anymore, or that I'd eventually grow numb to it. At the time I had two choices: to answer his rhetorical question or not, but both always led to the same outcome.

Another whip of the lash, which welted my cheeks and smeared blood around the area. The tears which formed on my eyes fueled that manic bloodlust on his abominable face. He laughed and said, "Don't come crying now! Weren't you the one who was so complacent earlier? Disrespecting your husband in public. Have some shame, you harlot! You don't get to talk back to me. I am the man here. You're just a woman who can't even follow the simplest rule."

The following whips were ceaseless and more jarred than the last. The butlers and the maids... they could only watch with empty eyes. No remorse, no guilt about being not able to do anything for the one who had kept them so they could sustain their families.

Those ungrateful rats...

By the end of the night, the sleek, white floor had been tainted with my blood. Its iron smell filled the room, and the fiend had told the servants to clean up the filth. Then, he took me back to the bedroom.

"Surely, you're not dumb enough to think that I'd actually sleep with trash like you tonight. Go and fix yourself. You earned this. And if you let any wounds be left uncovered for the meeting tomorrow, you know what I'm gonna do."

Gritting my teeth, I seized the bedsheet with quivering hands, looking at the door which the fiend had just closed. I couldn't hear his footsteps nor the wind that howled forlornly that night. In fact, the only thing I could hear was my raging heartbeat and the voice in my head which vividly spoke to me. The voice which overwrote any other thoughts and told me what I needed to do.

I had to kill that bastard.

⋆ฺ｡*:･

Several days later.

My plan was fixed. All that was left to do was to put it in action at the right moment. I still had to wait for it to come, and it left me furious, filled with even sicker thoughts, that I could not set it in motion immediately as I had wanted -- needed.

I found myself at a jewelry shop at the time. Perhaps some of the beauts could offer just the tiniest amount of relaxation for me. I stooped and stared at the jade in the selection, when suddenly I sensed an encroachment, a figure looming behind me. Fearing that it might be the bastard, I immediately turned around. But it was only a stranger -- a stranger who possessed possibly the most vibrant shade of red hair and a peculiar pair of chartreuse irides. She seemed too pompous to be in a place like this. I wondered if she had taken interest in the jade I was staring at. I moved to the side, but she began speaking to the confused purveyor.

"Those amethysts suit the lady very well, don't they?"

It took me a while to figure out that she was indeed referring to me. She reeked of no harm, but I did not understand why she was acting so familiar with me, so I put my guard on nonetheless.

"L-Lady Everleigh, would you like to take a look at these amethysts?"

The stranger suddenly smiled at me. I looked at the purveyor and nodded. As he took it out for me to see, the redhead walked closer to me.

"Lady Everleigh, is it?"

I instinctively hissed, a subtle one so she would not notice. How much I loathed being called by that surname.

"I don't think I've ever seen you around here."

She chuckled, almost coyly. "Oh dear, I have been around here for quite a while now."

"Really? Because I'd remember that pompous red hair anywhere. What's your name?"

"I'm Grell Sutcliff, the one and only." The flirtatious nature surrounding her only expanded. "Now now dear, I certainly won't let you go without knowing your full name, so, pray tell."

"I am Lady [Y/N] Everleigh of the House of Everleigh. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Ms. Sutcliff."

The merchant who had just come back looked like he was about to apologize profusely on behalf of Grell's ignorance. Yet I decided to not mind it nonetheless. Strangers are sometimes better than people you know, because the latter often judge harsher than the former.

"So, why did you think that these amethysts suit me, Grell?" I stared at the purple gems glinting before me, then stared at her. I could not help but be mesmerized by the peculiar color of her eyes. They were fascinating. I didn't think that I had seen such pair of vivid eyes like hers. She was also observing me, but I had observed longer. She looked pleased at my astonishment, well-aware of her own beauty and charisma. I averted my eyes back to the gems.

She was, undoubtedly, pulchritudinous.

"Why they suit you? Well, no other reasons than them being so pretty! I would've liked them to myself if it weren't for the fact that purple isn't my usual color. It clashes horribly with my hair color!"

True enough, they were beautiful. Beautiful enough to like, beautiful enough to loath. They were pretty, but they did not suit me, for amethysts were supposed to symbolize one's chastening and purity. It would be horrible, wouldn't it? For such a lovely gem's worth be brought down only because someone so tainted already and filled with nothing but murderous thoughts, someone who couldn't be fixed with purification, had worn it.

I forced a smile. "I'll take it. The lady said it suits me, so it does." The merchant looked delighted, and as I was giving my payment, I accidentally glanced at the ruby placed at the bottom, then at Grell. An idea struck me.

"Grell. Would you like to have dinner with me later? You need only to tell me of your address. I'll send a carriage by 7. How does that sound?"

"Oh let's see -- hmm, Will probably won't mind if I... delay my duties for a bit, won't he? Besides, I deserve a break after all the hard work I've put in this job!" She mumbled on, noisily, the fact that she was in a public place slipping from her mind. Her mind had begun to wander aimlessly at the thoughts of how a certain colleague of hers bothered her to the brim.

I coughed, gaining her attention. Through the pristine glass window behind her I could see the sun starting to drown in the horizon, layers and layers of warm hues overlapping each other, with a promise of a darker sky looming on the back.

"How I would love to go out with you, Madam. However, I shall be the one to escort you to our place of dining. Well, you see, whether I like it or not, I live in such poor conditions -- and I can't bear the thought of Madam's reaction once she finds out how terrible it looks from the lips of her assistants!"

I suppressed a smirk. We all have secrets we don't want anyone to dredge, so I understood the reason behind her lying about her living conditions. It was not my part to be curious, at any rate.

"I understand, yet I'm afraid that cannot be. My... husband is such a baby, you see. He absolutely loathes it whenever friends of mine come for a visit. Rather petty, innit?" I furtively winked at the merchant who was too obvious on listening intently to my conversation with Grell. "How about we meet here by 7pm? We could take a walk to our dining place. It won't be that long. I wouldn't want to tire you out, would I?"

"Oh, but the weariness would be worth it for you." She smirked, and I found myself smiling. She added, "Anyway, I'm fine with it. Do be careful, darling. I shall see you around later."

"Looking forward to it."

With that, we both left the jewelry shop and parted ways.

An unbidden smile found its way to my lips as I recalled our encounter. Amidst all the problems besetting my life, I had made a sudden acquaintance, and found something to look forward to, as if I had been stuck wandering in the woods wherein daytime ceased to exist, and finally I had caught glimpse of flames. A bonfire. The premonition of freedom awaited me... There, in the flames.

I stared at the setting sun in awe and contemplation. The illusion at the sky was that of a dancing flame, vivid red.

Grell. Such charisma. A very charming lady, indeed.

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The remaining hours passed speedily. I had gone out to our meeting spot solely and without consent (as if I needed an utter dingus to tell me what to do), as the abomination had not yet arrived. The butlers and maids did not bother to ask where I was headed, though I saw how their eyes wandered apprehensively on me. If the abomination would have to arrive before I did, he would ask them, yet they had not a clue where I went, which put my heart at ease.

The familiar figure that I was strangely but utterly delighted to see was leaning against the wall, shadows casting over her face. As I walked closer I began to see that flirtatious, smiling countenance once more, and I automatically smiled.

"Shall we, my lady?"

"We shall."

And so we began walking side by side.

"You don't seem to have a lot on your plate these days, now do you, Madam? I was actually surprised that you managed to ask me out on a date."

I coughed. "Pardon?"

"Well of course I meant a friendly date. Just two beautiful ladies hanging out with each other."

"I don't have much to do, you see. One might think that living inside a huge mansion is a privilege -- in which case, it is, as seen from a more incisive perspective -- however, it has been quite... monotonous, these past few... weeks? Months. I have lost track of time. Seeing the same old people, their same old habits and emotions, or lack thereof..."

When I looked down, I saw that our arms had been linked together.

"I reckon you must have been so lonely, Lady Everleigh."

I sighed as I peered into the distance, looking at the signs. "I am. It's rather difficult to maintain a reputation amidst all the turmoils happening in one's life," I paused, then smiled. "Pardon me. I ramble too much."

"Ramble as much as you'd like. After all, it's merely the two of us here. Well, excluding passers-by, of course." She smiled, almost wistfully, as our eyes met, her features illuminated by the pale moonlight. I stopped my tracks, flabbergasted by her beauty. I swallowed the uninvited lump in my throat and then looked around, suddenly interested in the most mundane things around. We continued walking.

What was this? What's up with her, or with me? Why did I feel like opening up to a complete stranger? Why was it that I had the urge to release and lay everything upon her?

Somehow... It was almost like a bone-deep feeling, that she was someone to be trusted.

"But of course, I can ramble for you instead if you don't want to. Nobles do like to be conservative and mysterious after all, don't they?"

"Please, not all. And certainly not when it comes to you," I chuckled, "I would go on and ramble, only if you don't mind the mudslingings about my -- "

"Your husband, I reckon?"

"Yes, that thing."

"Ooh, my, my. Let me guess, you had enough of him, don't you? You want to find someone new -- someone who will give you all the thrills and excitement that he's lacking!"

"Yes, and no. After all the experiences I had with him? I dare not think of engaging in another relationship with anyone, as they could only be far worse than him."

"Oh dearie, you might eat your own words someday."

"And what makes you say that?"

"I have a very strong feeling about it."

"That's not very reliable now, is it?"

"So you're saying my feelings are invalid, huh!" She said in a frivolous manner.

"Now now don't be so belligerent, Grell. I never said anything." I chuckled. "But it must be nice, you know, to have someone who reciprocates your actions for a spouse. Perhaps in another life. This life? I don't suppose." Quietness enveloped us, before I continued. "I do not think it's appropriate, especially for someone of my status, to tell a stranger a secret, but I know for certain at least everyone in this miserable world had shared their secrets to people worse than strangers -- for instance, backstabbers. But, going back, you already know my secret -- but I'm once again saying it for emphasis: I am not happy with my marriage. It is horrible."

The atmosphere began to feel oppressive. Even talking about him was enough to smother me. I felt my heart beat faster. I regretted it, talking about him. It felt as if he was around me again -- lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce on me, afflict my psychological being and feist on it. I was about to separate my arm from hers, but she suddenly said, "My, he must've been so bad in bed for you to be able to say that."

I stared at her blankly as she gave me an inconspicuous, knowing look, pushing me against the nearest brick wall. Then I burst into a fit of giggles, my chest genuinely feeling lighter.

"You are rather bold, aren't you? I wasn't pertaining to the explicit part of a relationship. But, I suppose, you aren't wrong in that regard."

"Absolute incompetence!" There were feigned puking noises, and then, "You know, my dear, if you're looking for an exuberant time, I have a suggestion."

"Exuberant time?" I raised a brow eloquently. She grinned like a chesire cat.

"I know how you feel. Your husband is awful in every aspect. You live a lonely life, I daresay."

Unlinking our arms, she backed me into the nearest brick wall. My breathing hitched, but it wasn't another panic attack about to occur. Blood seared throughout me, painting my cheeks, neck, and ears red, the feeling only intensifying as she slammed her left arm against the wall, right beside my head.

"You know, Lady Everleigh, someone so beautiful like you isn't suited for the life of marital loneliness." I tried valiantly to control my breathing as she leaned her face closer to mine. Her hot breath against my neck sent shivers down my spine. I could feel her eyes piercing through my collarbone, and the feeling was oddly... thrilling. She lifted her head up so that our eyes were meeting. The atmospheric tension grew thick with something akin to sinister longing. I was afraid that I would melt right on the spot with her radical gaze.

Suddenly, she whispered, and I dreaded even more, my legs daring to tremble.

"I can fix that." She was smirking now. "What do you say?"

It was clearly a tempting offer. Though I had a vague feeling of wrongness coating me. But was it wrong? Was it any more wrong than the sick thoughts in my head? I had always envisioned killing my abusive husband in many, many creative ways. Was envisioning myself having fun with this redhair any wrong?

I smirked back. But in the end, I had to shake my head.

"No." She pulled herself back, disappointment on her face. But not until I added, "Though I might consider."

After a few more minutes of walking and idly discussing arbitrary topics, we arrived. Once inside, her explicit remarks were blocked out by the chatters of everyone else. I took us to a table and scanned the menu, then we patiently awaited our dishes to be served.

Grell was looking around, her eyes were full of idleness, yet also longing.

"It's been ages since I've eaten properly in a cafe with someone! Ah, terrible days I don't want to reminisce. Thank heavens the image of you in such cafes is enough to block out those unwanted memories," she mumbled, "Though I daresay the menus sound more promising this time."

"Ages? Work must be real tough for you. If only you could work for me, but it would be a drain for your mental well-being. And imagine having to see Mr. Everleigh everyday for a start. You might age rather quickly because of such." I grinned.

"As long as I get to see you, I don't really mind, -- " she winked " -- ugh, if only Will doesn't mind as well. Life can be so horrible, can't it?"

I assented, then a shadow fell over our table. Expecting our food, I looked up with the friendliest smile on my face, only for it to immediately dissolve into a frown once I saw the face of something I had loathed more than anything in the entire universe.

"[Y/N], my darling. Where have you been? I was worried sick! Why did you leave the house without permission? Who knows what could've happened to you! Ugh.. Never leave the house again, okay? I'm so glad I had Roger tail you when you left."

The dingus took my arm, an act of sincere worry to the public, but a torture for me. His nails were digging my skin. I had to suppress a moan because if I didn't, he would hit me -- but what difference would it make, again? Something worse awaited me that night, I felt it.

He looked at Grell. He seemed to be judging her from head to toe. A small sneer formed on his face. I was compelled to slap him but thought better.

"So sorry to interrupt your little bonding, but my wife and I have matters to attend to. Don't we, [Y/N] darling?"

Hearing the nickname physically pained me. I looked at Grell apologetically. She looked very pissed as she stared at the abomination beside me, who had by then elbowed my stomach.

"You're not even gonna let her finish her meal?"

"You don't have to worry about that. We have far better meals at home than this place could serve. The bills will be taken care of, and you could go eat on your own."

Now Grell looked like she was about to burst. I bit my lip as his nails dugged into my skin harder. He clearly didn't expect Grell to answer back. He was too used to people being submissive to him. Clearly, that was a shock.

"Good sir, you can see that your wife clearly doesn't want to go home! Don't ruin her fun."

That popped a nerve. Now, the abomination wasn't even trying to put up a front, losing inauthentic dignity.

"Listen, you mingler. This is a marital matter, so you better stay out of it. My wife, my rules. She doesn't have to listen to someone like you. Goodness, do you even know whom you're talking to? Come on now, [Y/N]."

He looked at me sharply. I knew what that look meant. I mentally prepared myself for the worse, but I couldn't help my body's intense quivering. The abomination took me by the arm, and we walked out of the cafe as if nothing happened, then I looked back and mouthed "I'm sorry." at Grell. The jolly, frivolous aura had completely left her by then, replaced by an unnatural gravity that looked undoubtedly intimidating to those who would accidentally place their gaze upon her. The insignificant other squeezed my arm and I supressed a yelp.

Hell had awaited me patiently that night in what people of lower status might see as a safe fortress. I would continue not to speak of the disturbing event which took place later that evening in the mansion, for it was too much to bear -- too much to even think about to this day. The only thing I could say was how much I had shamefully wept afterwards, holding the blood-stained clothes I had worn that evening.

The night air nibbled on my skin as streaks of moonlight found its way on the bedroom floor. Almost nude if not for the thin piece of fabric I enclosed myself in, and with limping legs, I traipsed onto the veranda and looked down miserably.

It was compelling to fall to an untimely death; but the latter would only benefit the bastard, and that was not what I wanted.

All those screaming... And yet not a single guard, maid, or butler had given effort to sneak into my room to console me, let alone give just a single glance of sympathy.

Those who had turned blind eyes were just as guilty and filthy as him.

And they would all pay.

I felt eyes on me, the fine hairs on my back standing up. I scanned the area below; there was none looking at me, even when I turned around.

I went to my bed and closed my eyes, trying to sleep. Somehow, I still felt like someone was watching me. But then, it wasn't just a feeling anymore -- I was certain that someone was there, watching me as I struggled to sleep. I could feel their shadow looming over me. My eyes were kept squeezed and shut, afraid that if I opened them, I would meet his sardonic grin, and then his fist hitting my face.

But then the person had caressed me -- had caressed the bruises, the brokenness beyond compare, and their soft touches had almost mended me. If not physicaally, at least mentally. And I knew that the bastard would never do that to me.

My right eye opened to a slit. A brown fabric -- then red hair billowed above it.

Pompous red hair.

I could've just been dreaming, but wished I didn't. I feared that I would never come to a definite answer as I had already fallen asleep. And when I awoke, alone, no evidences were there to support what I believed had happened.

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Two nights after.

That was when I decided to finally put my thoughts into actions. I knew that my husband's mistress would be coming in; I overheard the bastard talking to her the day before. Unfortunately, she would just be an innocent bystander who'd get dragged to the impending accident because of her choice of man. But what did they say? The more, the merrier.

I had dined in the restaurant where I usually spent my lonely evenings before, talking to some other haughty noble ladies. I disliked them fiercely, but they would give me the best alibi, given their lack of sense of time. I had enganged myself in mundane conversations with plenty of them before furtively exiting and going back to the place that was about to become literall hell, choosing an unusual route and making sure that no one else saw me as the usual Lady Everleigh.

I had spread a generous amount of gasoline all across inconspicuous places at the mansion, though particularly at the backyard, leading to the library just right next to the room where the bastard and his mistress would be staying. All that was left to do was to lit the match.

However, when I arrived, something I had never expected greeted me.

There, in the middle, tied up and naked, were the devil himself and his mistress, writhing in agony. They were the only ones conscious. Every guard, butler, and maid, were also tied up, sound asleep and unknowing to the misery that was about to befall them.

A figure emerged from shadows behind the throng of unconscious people, red hair billowing. The abomination widened his eyes and looked at me, having the guts to beg for my mercy.

"I saved the best part for you. They're all yours, partner."

Grell smirked, a flash of sharp, white teeth, feeling just as pleased as I was upon seeing the filths getting what they deserved.

"Oh, I hope you don't mind though. I just couldn't help myself! I had been overthinking -- what if some of those cheap minions escape the fire you had prepared for everyone? That would be a shame, really. Everyone is invited to have fun; why, this is exclusive! They should appreciate your effort, really. Though I admit, walking into imbeciles doing unorthodox things weren't pleasing! Not to mention the lack of passion. Also -- "

I suddenly cut her off by planting my lips against hers, firm and rough, releasing all the built up tension that had formed since the other night. I felt her respond to my kiss, pulling me by the waist closer to her body. She parted her lips for me to enter, my tongue exploring every inch of her wetness. She began to whine as I dominated her mouth, my hands taking and gripping her wrists. Reluctantly, we pulled away for air, panting and gasping, and for a moment I had almost forgotten that I was supposed to kill tonight, if not for an irritating, stifled whimper.

"Sorry, unfinished business. We'll have to continue later..." I panted. Grell stood behind me, her hands on my shoulders. Then, she handed me a matchbox just as I was about to reach for the one in my pocket.

"Grell, I can't help but wonder... How?" I looked around in awe before facing her. I already had an answer in mind, but I wanted a confirmation.

"I've been watching you, darling. I knew that I couldn't leave you on the hands of a bastard. You're too beautiful for that, didn't I tell you? I was planning to kill them all for you, but I figured that you might want to do the latter yourself. This is the least I can do for you, my little amethyst."

"Oh, Grell... So it was really you. I wasn't imagining things, then."

A blush found its way on my cheeks, remembering the night she had cared for me. Then, just like on that night, she began to caress my cheek. Her thumb made its way to my mouth; I gaped slightly, and her thumb began rubbing circles on my lower lip. I stared at her charteuse eyes through my half-lidded ones.

"Go on, sweetie. Kill them. You can do that for me, hm?"

I nodded, half-dazed at her low whisper. I turned around reluctantly -- I was still relishing the feeling. But it would have to wait.

I couldn't help but smile as the thing I once had called my husband writhed uselessly in fear. He was sweating profusely, trying to say something through the duct tape that was stifling his mouth; meanwhile, his mistress wasn't even moving anymore, just staring vacuously at nothing in particular, already accepting her fate due to her own stupidity.

You got yourself in this mess, you courtesan.

"How does it feel now? Regretting everything you did to me? Has your conscience finally started working? Do you feel bad now? Do you feel bad now that you realize what you've done to me? That those actions of yours created a monster inside me? How do you feel now, you peasant, under me? Can you finally feel what I've felt, all throughout the years that we've been together? Oh, but don't worry! Consider yourself lucky because you're only going to experience the immense fear once; while I had to. Every. Single. Day."

Venom coated my words, and I felt my anger raising up. I had to control myself from running towards the kitchen to get the butcher's knife and start cutting him up like the pig he was. There were so many ways he could die in my hands -- death by asphyxiation, by arsenic poisoning, by thrusting a knife in his anus until he bleeds to death -- hah, the list was endless! Butchering him up came second next to fire. I chose the latter in the end because I felt it would give him more time to get bonkers due to the pain. It would be slow, and excruciating -- perfect.

I began laughing maniacally, my eyes twitching as the euphoric feeling enveloped my entirety. No more of that constant fear. I was finally ridding the earth of yet another monster. I was doing the world a favor by removing this unwanted dirt together with its worms. And I knew, deep in my bones, that this was only the beginning of a vast purge.

"See you in hell."

I said, lighting the match. His whimpers grew louder -- more panicked -- and the mistress seemed to have changed her mind, as she began to twist, her eyes filled with tears. I relished the scene before me. It was fun seeing people get what they truly deserve; though a little detail irked me, I couldn't lie. I wished Grell had left the workers conscious so they would know how it felt to have people watch as you suffer and turn a blind eye on it.

The match was now lit, its flames reflected on their eyes as I walked towards them. By then I was about to drop the match, but took a moment to appreciate the look of despair on their faces. I frowned, trying to mimic their expressions, but laughed, realizing that it was futile -- I couldn't even see their full expressions! Their mouths were covered in duct tape! Though it would have to stay that way. Being unable to speak must suck, right?

I smiled as I finally dropped the match. Flames began engulfing their desperately struggling figures. The whimpers were much louder now; stifled screams of agony which only gave me serotonin. I watched them burn for a minute or two. They were beginning to get crazy! My eyes lit in anticipation. They were gonna die with their minds unhinged! It was so fun to watch!

At last, I turned my back as the flames grew bigger. Grell and I had walked a bit further from the inferno that I -- no, we -- created. The flames doubled up in size in no time, successfully encircling the mansion. I could see everyone's burnt, dead figures still being consumed by the tangible fury that they had placed upon me. I laughed. And laughed. And laughed. Served them right!

I turned to look at Grell, who was staring at me with adoration. I had been with the devil -- but now, an angel had saved me. Though, she didn't much radiate the aura of an angelic being. She was an enigma, and the aura of death surrounded her.

Death. It was more apt. Death had saved me.

"Now that that's been taken care of, shall we go back to where we left off?"

Before I could answer, she slammed my back against the nearest post, our lips and bodies meeting in a harsh collision. I closed my eyes as this time, it was her who dominated my mouth, her tongue encircling mine, pushing it back as sloppy, wet sounds emanated from the both of us. The tongue-fucking continued until I was once again half-dazed, intoxicated by her sweet taste.

Thank God, for I wasn't wearing a petticoat that evening. I had chosen to wear a relatively thin, green longsleeved dress which had puffy shoulders on it and ruffles in the front. Grell had easier access to my thighs, slipping her delicate fingers underneath my skirt and squeezing my inner thigh, sending shivers down my spine and causing me to let out an uninvited moan which she giggled at. I felt a bulge hit my heated core as she wrapped my right leg around her waist, and this time the moan that I emitted was louder, needier as she created a friction that had enslaved my mind between our sexes.

Grell whined, just as needy as I was. She had then begun marking my neck, unaware of the right spot at first, which was why she had made every bite fiercely, waiting for my reaction until finally, I let out a growl, throwing my head back in pure bliss, both from the way she rutted her sex against mine, and from how tall the flames were now; the mansion was completely engulfed by it, and for certain by then, someone had already noticed it.

"Oh.." I gasped when she wrapped my left leg around her waist, and now that both my legs were around her, she lifted me up and pushed my back further against the post. Grell took my gasp as an opportunity to enter my mouth once more. Sounds of lust mixed with the sound of burning as the new position gave us both a new wave of pleasure. Gnawing on my lower lip, her right hand trailed from my stomach up to my breast, which she began to squeeze. Not too hard, gentle, but not so. Like a creature in heat, I moaned against her lips and squeezed my eyes. It was beginning to grow too hot, the fire was nearing the distance we'd deemed safe before. She pulled away from the kiss, a sliver of saliva connecting our swollen lips.

"Grell... It's getting hot..."

She looked at me with ravenous, wide eyes, a lecherous look on them as she smiled coyly. "Mmh yeah? Take off your clothes for me, darling. I want to see you. All of you."

I panted. She was making it extremely difficult to focus. "G-Grell you misunderstood. It's getting hot... Literally. The flames."

A digit was suddenly put inside my mouth, and then another. It was her index and middle fingers, which she began to thrust inside. Drool slipped from mouth, down to my jawline, and to my neck. Grell licked it off, slowly, almost teasingly. Goosebumps were all over me, and all I could do was whimper with her fingers still thrusting inside my mouth. I glazed my tongue over them, and feeling the action, Grell stopped thrusting and instead focused on circling her digits around my tongue, her working counterclockwise and my tongue going clockwise. Unexpectedly, she pushed her digits further in my mouth, and in return, more drool came gushing out of it.

"Were you saying anything, darling?" She asked through half-lidded eyes, her voice like velvet. A knot formed in my stomach given how ravishing she looked at me at the moment, with the flames blurry behind her attractive figure. A different flame danced in her eyes, one which I had wanted to indulge in every passing moment.

"We're not even halfway through our exuberant time, right, partner?"

Sighing fondly, I gave into the exhilarating feeling vibrating all over my body, with no heed to the physical heat that conquered the darkness of the night, nearing towards us. We still had ample of time before it got too hot to the point of scorching us; in the mean time, we allowed ourselves to indulge in the luxury of succumbing into our desires.

The monster was gone for good. I was safe now; safe in her embrace.

And I would never let go.

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On their way to commit various atrocities

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #grell sutcliff #kuroshitsuji grell #kuroshitsuji madame red #madame red #redcliff #IT'S FROM THAT ONESHOT REDCLIFF DOUJIN I FORGOT THE NAME 😭😭😭

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as the sun loves, and loses, the moon | grelle x reader

title; as the sun loves, and loses, the moon

warnings; the usual for kuro: mentions of suicide, reader being mentally broken. please don't read if these can be triggering to you.

summary; grelle shouldn't care when a mission leaves you ruined after your breakup. . . but she finds she couldn't care more.

song inspo; i hate u i love u

word count; <800

note; i got sad. this was made.

❝ you're still in love with me but your friends don't know ❞

REAPERS WERE TORMENTED SOULS, that was common knowledge. It was the reason they were Reapers in the first place. Something that was less common knowledge, perhaps, was that Reapers could indeed die second deaths while carrying out their sentence in vast Purgatory.

You hadn't died a second time quite yet, but when you came back home, Grelle could have sworn different.

You were nothing more than a faded ghost in a world of already lost souls.

She shouldn't care, not really. Not when your last words before you left were to leave you alone; not when you had broken things off with her so indifferently, and she had to collect the pieces of her heart off the floor that night and many following. She shouldn't care when you had told her you had fallen out of love, and that maybe, you had never really fallen into it.

She shouldn't care.

And yet when you came home, Grelle cared the most out of anyone.

It was the way there was no expression in your eyes, not even indifference, that hurt the most. You were empty, and you were a shell, and Grelle spent hours screaming at the supervisor who sent you on that damned mission months ago. It had been somewhere in America, and she shouldn't care, but she cried herself to sleep when nothing seemed to help you.

You weren't the only broken one; you had come home with the other Reapers sent on the brutal mission. You had been backup for the American Dispatch, and something had gone horribly wrong, and it had ended in a bloodbath.

Grelle knew she was lucky you came home at all.

And she knew you had pushed her away not because you hated her, but because you loved her. And you were terrified of what love meant in a world of death. Loving her meant possibly losing her, and you did what you knew to do: you ran.

You didn't need to fear losing her when you'd lost yourself.

Reapers didn't break, and yet the London Dispatch welcomed home Reapers who were further gone than normal. They were all the walking dead, but these Reapers seemed like it. Some curled into the dark corners of their flats and screamed when others approached. Some wept about the horrors they'd seen at the hands of who knew what. Others never spoke, and you fell into that category.

Grelle wasn't sure if you knew she was even there.

She had tried moving on, dating in the months you were absent. Some of the men and women were nice, but she blinked and your face flashed before her eyes. She wanted to forget you, and yet you were the only thing on her mind.

She was glad she hadn't managed to move on when you came back. Your arrival had caused a decent stir in Dispatch, and you were accompanied by American Reapers who told her what they knew of The Incident, and Grelle almost murdered them right there. Even William had never seen her so furious. She was in pain, and she refused to let others near you.

It was six months before you uttered another word. She had been curled in bed with you, half asleep when your voice stirred her back to the waking world. She wondered if she'd heard right, if that was you, if you--

"Grelle?"

I'm here, she whispered. The air was heavy with grief, and you could smell that rose perfume she always wore, you could feel the way her arms tightened around you and the way her chest heaved with her quiet sobbing. No matter how much she tried, you weren't fully back and she could sense that. She knew you better than she knew herself.

She curled her fingers through yours, whispering reassurances that dripped in relief and pain. You held onto her like a child might hold onto their mother, mind hazy and vision blurry from tears. All you knew was her, her, her. . .

Her name was the first thing out of your mouth. The second was a grief-stricken apology, a plea to have her back, begging her not to hate you. And really, how could she hate you when she loved you more fiercely than the sun loved the moon? Her love for you was as endless as time, and she made sure you knew that, cradled against her chest.

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. . .

When the nightmares eventually came, Grelle chased them away. When your superiors tried to bring you back into the field, she was there to ensure they didn't succeed. And when you woke to apologize for leaving her, she was there to soothe your guilt, assuring you that she wasn't going anywhere.

And though it took months, Grelle brought all of you home.

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Grelle Sutcliffe and peppermint tea, if you're willing to write for her!

Grell Sutcliff — What She Gets Excited About

Peppermint — what they get excited about

Oh my gosh of COURSE I can write for Grell!! I adore her so much and felt she deserved so much better. I wanted to do just some short headcanons but uh things got out of hand and I accidentally wrote her two little imagines. My bad. Gender neutral reader as always :)

Thanks so much for requesting!!❤️

1. Grell gets excited whenever she finds something that reminds her of you. Something that captures the love you share for each other.

Grell is just out and about, milling around in town, just absolutely bummed that nothing exciting is happening during one of her only breaks. Truly, why couldn’t that little brat get into some trouble when it was convenient? When she needed a good bout of entertainment? And, most importantly, when they didn’t want something from her?

But that’s not important right now.

What is important is the little trinket that catches Grell’s eye in the shop she’s passing by. To think she almost missed it! She counts herself lucky that the ruby red pearls that were her eyes flitted to the window at just the right moment to see the very object that brought her to a screeching halt.

Grell cannot help but press her nose to the glass like a child peering into a candy shop. A pair of earrings stare back at her — the gems are mesmerizingly sparkly, but that’s not what catches Grell’s eye. No, the reason Grell was drawn in by these earrings is because those gems, dangling off the mannequin and glinting in the sun like a treasure hidden in plain sight, held nearly the exact resemblance of your eyes.

That color…is so undeniably you that it makes her giddy — the same feeling she gets when she sees you walking towards her, when those eyes connect with hers and you actually send a smile her way. Not the scowl she is so used to seeing with her previous love (obsession), Sebastian. Not the sigh of contempt she has become accustomed to when her fellow reapers see her approaching. When she sees you, all she sees is the pure, unadulterated joy in your eyes when you register her presence. When she looks at those gems in the window, Grell can’t help but see that same joy, feel that same feeling that makes her think of you.

In an instant, those earrings are in Grell’s possession. She bobs her head as she walks, giggling with her razor sharp teeth on display as the gems swing around and tap at her neck. There’s a skip in her step. All she can think about is the look on your face when you notice something other than red in her wardrobe. She hopes you’ll appreciate the thought that went into her purchase. Would you want to wear the earrings too? Oh, what gossip will spread when other reapers and demons notice her wearing earrings one day, and you wearing the same ones the next! The whole world will know how in love the two of you truly are!

She can’t wait to see you!

2. Grell gets excited whenever she is on the receiving end of affection/acts of service.

Face down in the garden. That’s where they left her. Avoided by Sebastian once again, Grell has no idea why it was even surprising anymore. Bassy has business to attend to and Grell was not to ruin it, he’d said. He’d instructed Grell to stay right there, not move a muscle, and cause no trouble. So, stay in the garden she did. Her hair, she’s pretty sure, has leaves and twigs mangled in it. Her glasses have been knocked off her head, though she refrains from replacing them, for she has her orders.

It isn’t until footsteps are heard approaching in the grass that Grell strains her eyes to see who it is. Your face — your worried expression, the creased eyebrows and all — greets her. What is she doing laying out in the grass? Is she okay? You thought she was hurt! Grell has to convince you more than once that she is not, in fact, injured in any way. Physically.

“Only my heart, my dear. Only my heart has been wounded!” The reaper sighs, dramatically flipping over onto her back only to drape an arm over her forehead. Her body deflates into the grass. What to do now? Well, now that she’s moved, effectively throwing that ‘don’t move a muscle’ rule out the window, she can theoretically go see what Bassy is up to—

But before Grell can lift herself from the ground, she feels the gentle tug of her arm being removed from her face. She’s about to question it when another sensation startles the living daylights out of her, not expecting something to touch her face so suddenly. But she calms fairly quickly. It’s only her glasses hugging the bridge of her nose. You’ve fixed them right up for her. She’s about to thank you when your hands grace the surface of her skin once more. Your fingertips trail over her defined jawline which transforms into your palm pressing to her cheek, thumb brushing the spot right below where her newly placed glasses rest. She…she doesn’t know what to say. She’s never been handled so gently before and…it makes excitement bubble in her chest. She can’t speak. But she can let out a high pitched scream.

The reaper begins an onslaught of cooing and squealing over the action, shooting up from the ground and into an upright position so suddenly she nearly bashes your nose in with her head. She’s kneeling now, quickly realizing how her change in position has shooed your hand away and is desperately placing it back where it was before. She holds it there like it’s her lifeline. Happy tears rim her enchanting green eyes. She asks you, in a voice somehow more energetic than you’ve ever witnessed, if you can keep doing that. Keep making her feel…like that. Safe. Cared for. You, of course, oblige.

You would have even if she hadn’t asked. You lay her down, that glorious mane of ruby red hair splayed out over your legs, her head resting in your lap. She’s on her back now, alternating between staring at the sky and into your eyes. She notices — how could she not have before!? — that your eyes shine nearly as bright as the sun. With the realization, a new bout of giddiness courses through Grell like a shiver, causing her to kick her legs. She can’t think to express her happiness in any other way. She’s here. With you. She can chase after Bassy some other time. But right now, she just can’t help but feel absolutely over the moon with your hands gently massaging her face. Combing through her hair. Making her heart beat out of her chest.

She never thought she’d ever witness a heaven like you.

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