#grell sutcliffe fluff

[sleepingdeath-light]

autistic s/o hcs ; grelle

requested by ; anonymous (06/05/23)

fandom(s) ; black butler

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; grelle sutcliffe

outline ; “Hi!! i saw your autistic s/o with claude headcanons and i was wondering if you could do the same thing but with grell? thank you ! <33”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

she thinks that your physical stims are adorable — well, she thinks all of you is adorable — but she won’t really comment on it

verbal stims, like echolalia, are something that she’s neutral to and she’ll generally just respond to whatever you’re saying as she would regularly

if you need objects to help you stim and focus properly, or if you’re a sensory seeker, she’ll go out and try and find something for you — either taking you shopping with her or just asking you to make a list of the specific textures/objects you need for her to get

she’ll encourage you to infodump about your interests and hyperfixations — always happy to listen and engage with responses and questions (looking things up on her own time to make sure that she can keep up with what you’re interested in)

if you have a specific hobby that’s really stealing your focus then she’ll make sure you have whatever you need to pursue it (read: steal) — whether that’s wool for knitting, beads for jewellery making, pencils for art and so on

if anyone dared to speak or act cruelly towards you because of your autism — as many would during her era — she’s not afraid to get a bit rough

hell, she’s a reaper, it’s in her nature to be violent and murderous

so it’s barely even a doddle for her to go about torturing and killing those who lack what she would deem as appropriate levels of empathy towards those with divergent minds

she fully understands sensory aversions to certain colours and textures and lights — and she’ll happily adjust meals, outfits and such to accommodate you

she insists that no proper lady would let her love go uncomfortable for the sake of appearances — what a gentlewoman!

all in all she’s incredibly supportive in everything you do and isn’t afraid to throw hands for you — what a wonderful girlfriend you have

[blondeaxolotl]

Ugly crying.... Since they both shed like crazy you can tell when they missed eachother because they'll walk into the room with the fur from the other on them.....

[vividl0se]

A soft kiss was gently pressed upon your thigh, sprawled out in your massive bed along side your lover who was currently lavishing your beautiful body in kisses, they knew you were feeling self conscious, how couldnt they notice when you shied away from their touch or wearing clothes up a size, their hand holding your one. stroking the soft skin as they whisper loving words to you, they’ve never cared what size you were. After all, they found you perfect

[jinisnuggets]

༊*·˚ 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖗 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖉

INCLUDES | Ciel, Sebastian, Grell, Undertaker, Alois, Vincent,

READER | Gn

GENRE | Fluff, Headcanons

WARNINGS | Mention of the word seductive in a non suggestive way

WORD COUNT | 0.3k (50ish per character)

A/N | Is there any other character from Black Butler who'd you like me to add to these headcanons? Please let me know :D

🪻 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌

Sebastian

He's the loving type and there's nothing you can do to convince me otherwise. Despite being a demon, he'll make sure you're his queen and he's only ever doing what you ask of him. Of course, due to his personality, he'd absolutely love to tease you, but it's more of a love language for him.

Undertaker

His way of showing affection is far more seductive; teasing you often with heart-fluttering jokes and close proximity. He knows the best ways to edge you on and it's really what he wants, however when you do the same he'd tend to get more intimate (in a fluffy way).

Vincent

This man knows he's attractive and what's the least he can do than shower his S/O with gifts and love. He knows his partner's interests and likes, so it's quite simple to pick out good and high quality gifts, and although it isn't common, he doesn't mind physical affection such as hugs or kisses.

🪻 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖉

Ciel

What more can you expect from our tsundere king. Ciel isn't the best at expressing his emotions and because of it, it often causes him to come off as cold to his S/O.. however, he is an easily flustered boy, who will definitely become flushed in blush if his partner is just one step too close. He will often buy his partner gifts though.

Alois

He's been through a lot, so he doesn't enjoy the company of someone more than that of his S/O. Now, Alois is a great lover, fight the wall; but he's also quite clingy, and that is mainly because of his fear to lose yet another important person to him, so he'd often have nightmares where he'd need to cuddle up in between your arms.

🪻 𝕭𝖔𝖙𝖍

Grell

There's no need to say, they'd shower you with complements and absolutely die when you do the same. Their affection has no limit and they're willing to sacrifice absolutely anything for you, and of course, they love it when you show the same level of care and sincerity for them.

[kywaslost]

Maternal Affections - Grell Sutcliff

A/N: When I tell you I slaved over this one, I SLAVED over this one! @idyllic-affections asked that someone write this for them, and I liked the idea so I decided to give it a shot. Usually, I knock out requests or ideas in one sitting, but this, this piece took DAYS. I worked on it every day for hours and ended up falling in love with this. I really hope yall like this one! And as a reminder, I haven’t read the manga yet so I’m sure there are things in this that aren’t canon at all.

Request:  fanfic writers, i NEED you all to write grell PLATONICALLY taking care of a young (16-18 kind of age range) non-binary reaper and being like a mother/big sister figure to them. just... her knowing what it's like. her knowing and truly understanding how much pain they were going through in life, how bad it must have been for someone as young as them to end up as a reaper. her making damn sure absolutely no-one treats them like that again because god knows grell is hard to handle normally; lord forbid someone genuinely piss her off. grell just taking a young lil non binary reaper under her wing, it would be so sweet.

Warnings: mentions of suicide, sh, drowning. Proceed with caution please <3

The line between reality and unconsciousness was such a blur you weren’t 100% sure you knew where you were. The last thing you could remember was sitting on the edge of the dock, looking out over the endless sea. Then the feeling of water flooding your lungs as you slowly lose consciousness. You remembered there being a warm breeze, but now you seemed to be cold. You couldn’t grasp your surroundings, floating in and out of consciousness.

Then there were voices. Your breathing stalled for only a moment, fearing you had been found before you could die. And that’s when you began assessing your physical state. You weren’t in any pain, not like you were before you lost consciousness. In fact, you felt just fine, as if you had only fallen asleep instead of attempting to take your own life. And you were lying down. Did you wash up on shore? Last you remembered, you were too far under the surface of the water to be seen.

“Well, good morning dear,” you heard someone say to your right. “You’re finally waking up!” 

You stilled, unsure you wanted to open your eyes just yet. You didn’t recognize the voice, and feared it was a nurse, or a doctor, that you’d open your eyes just to see a hospital room. 

“You can open your eyes, you know,” the voice spoke up again. 

You slowly opened your eyes, only to groan and close them again when you were met with a bright light. Blinking back the tears that formed from the light, you rubbed your eyes and sat upright. The room you're in didn’t look like a hospital room, which made you feel a bit better, until you realized you had no idea where you were, and the person beside you was a complete stranger.

They had bright red hair, dressed in extravagant red clothing. They sat in a cushioned armchair in the corner of the small room you were in. Their legs were crossed at the knees, and they smiled widely.

“Hello, darling.” There was a slight accent to their words.

“Where am I?” you groaned softly. Looking down, you saw a thin blanket covering your legs, and suddenly you were grateful for the fabric. You fiddled with the hem of the blanket as you asked, “Who are you?”

The stranger smiled even wider, bearing sharp, pointed teeth. “Why, I am the infamous Grell Stufliff, the most beautiful reaper around if I do say so myself.” The reaper flicked her long red hair over her shoulder, looking over to you. “Welcome to HQ. You’ll be spending a lot of time here, reviewing souls and whatnot.”

You were so lost and confused. You couldn’t believe what was going on. Surely this wasn’t true. Maybe you were hallucinating from lack of oxygen. Maybe you haven't died yet, but in the process of doing so. But why were you dry?

“You’re confused, that’s common,” Grell said, pushing up off of the chair. “Follow me, and I’ll explain.” She walked over to the door, turning her head to look at you over her shoulder. “Coming, dear?” Snapping out of your thoughts, you pulled the blanket off of your lap, tossing your legs over the side of the bed and lowering yourself to the floor. You had no shoes, like you remembered, and you could feel the cold linoleum floor through your socks. Stumbling to the door, you followed Grell out into the hall.

“Am-am I dead?” you asked hesitantly, pulling at the hems of your sleeves. Grell turned around, walking backwards in order to talk to you. 

“Well of course you are darling, how do you think you got here?” She smiled kindly, leading you into a busy room, crowded with people trying on different outfits, much like a clothing store. “This is where people go after they end their lives.” Grell beamed at the sight of red, gripping your hand suddenly to drag you over to them. “Now, first thing’s first, a uniform. Most reapers wear black, but really you are allowed to pick whatever you like.” She let go of your hand to flick through the various tops, taking one off the hook and holding it up to your shoulders. “Oh, red suits you so well, darling! Positively stunning!”

You cleared your throat nervously. “Um, I’d prefer a different top, please.” 

Grell frowned, but nodded understandingly. “Aw, alright. I’ll help you, and explain more about why you are here.” 

As Grell helped you look for a new outfit, she also explained why you were with her, as well as what you are now. She explained the purpose of reapers, what to expect on the job, and the works, such as death scythes and the death schedule. You didn’t say anything, just taking in her words as you tried on various articles of clothing. 

You didn’t understand how you could feel so calm. You’d think waking up in a strange place with an unknown ‘human’ beside you would freak you out, let alone finding out you’re now a supernatural being. But death does that to someone, you think. You already felt safer in this new environment than you did back when you were still living. 

It wasn’t until you were dressed in your new clothes and led back down the hall that Grell asked for your name.

“Oh, I’m such a terrible woman!” She shrieked dramatically, falling onto you as you walked beside her. You pushed her away quickly, uncomfortable with her touch. She was still a stranger. “I haven’t asked for your name!”

“Oh,” you said quietly, looking at the ground and shrugging. “Y/N. Y/N L/N.”

And it was now that Grell finally took in your appearance. Your slouched posture, as if you were trying to hide within yourself. You let your hair fall into your eyes, and avoided eye contact. You wouldn’t say much when you spoke, and had such a soft voice it was hard for ehr to hear you sometimes. It left her wondering how old you were.

She decided to back off a bit for the rest of the night, calming down in hopes of making you feel more comfortable. She helped you pick out the perfect pair of glasses, and even recommended death scythes. In the end, she had finished walking you through the beginning steps of becoming a reaper, and it was beginning to get late into the night. Grell was growing tired, and she could see that you were as well.

“Every reaper is assigned a trainee from time to time,” she explained, leading you to yet another unknown location. “So each reaper is assigned a housing unit with spare rooms for the trainees to stay until they become fully-trained.” Grell smiled as she pushed open another door and led you inside. “Welcome home! Mi casa es tu casa, as they say.” She opened yet another door, revealing a decently sized bed with a small closet, and even a desk tucked away in one corner. “This will be your room for the next few months. Make yourself at home!”

The next week passed too slowly for your liking. You learned more and more about becoming a reaper each day, and to be completely honest, you didn’t mind becoming a reaper. Sure, you were lonely, and it looked like a tedious job, but it seemed much better than the life you had when you were living. At least here, there was some understanding of pain between everyone.

You wouldn’t admit it, but having Grell by your side almost 24/7 really helped. She trained you hard. Enough to challenge you and leave you sore, but not enough to hurt you in any way. Every night, once you both returned home, she would make your dinner while you showered and changed into your night clothes.

One night, sleep eluded you. You layed in bed for hours, tossing and turning, but you just couldn’t seem to fall asleep. So you decided to get some fresh air. Grell’s apartment had a small balcony, with the entrance in the living room. So you snuck past Grell’s room, hearing her snores from the hall, as you slipped into the living room and out into the balcony. There wasn’t any furniture, so you settled in the corner, leaning your head against the railing.

Breathing in the fresh air, you closed your eyes, letting the gentle evening breeze caress your face. There was a slight chill in the air and you shivered, curling into a tight ball. 

“Darling, what are you doing out here?” You jumped, not hearing the balcony door slide open. Shooting your head up you saw Grell standing in the doorway, blanket draped over her shoulders and another one bundled in her arms. “Mind if I join you?”

You didn’t say anything, only moving your feet slightly so the reaper could sit across from you. She leaned over you, tucking her second blanket around you before sitting in front of you. She let you sit in silence for a moment before speaking again. “Is something troubling you, dear?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” you muttered, pulling the blanket tighter around you. “I’m sorry.”

Grell smiled kindly. “There’s no need to be sorry, love. Would it make you feel better if I stayed with you?”

You thought for a moment, then nodded. “Please?”

“Of course, darling.” Grell took this moment to analyze you again. You looked so young compared to the other reapers-to-be, and you were so quiet. The more she thought about it, Grell realized that she really didn’t know much about you. She only really knew your name, not your age, or how you died, or what caused you to become a reaper. 

“How old were you?” Grell asked quietly, also leaning her head against the balcony railing. 

“Hm?” you hummed, raising your eyes to meet Grell’s bright green ones.

“When you died. How old were you?”

There was a moment of hesitation before you answered. “18. I was 18 when I died.”

Grell inhaled sharply. “Oh, I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve to die so young.”

You shrugged, closing your eyes again. “I did. I deserved to die. But it’s ok, it’s nicer here.”

Grell placed a comforting hand on your knee. “No you didn’t. No one deserves to be pushed to kill themselves so young.” She received no response, and that’s when the reaper realized that you had fallen asleep. She sighed out of grief for you. She didn’t know how you died, or what pushed you to do so, but Grell had grown fond of you over the past week.

She could never have kids of her own, but she felt so protective over you in this moment, so motherly towards you. So much so that she carefully picked you up, carrying you back to your room and tucking you in. Stepping out only long enough to grab a pillow, Grell returned to your room, making a make-shift bed on the floor beside your sleeping form.

Two days later and you were running off of no sleep. You’d spent the last two nights staring at the ceiling, not daring to sneak back out onto the balcony. By the second day, Grell could notice that something wasn’t right. You were much quieter than usual, and your movements were growing sluggish.

The reaper quietly made two cups of warm tea, bringing them to your bedroom during the early hours of the morning. Knocking softly, Grell slowly opened your bedroom door. As soon as she entered your room, however, her heart sank. Your back was towards the door, but that didn’t stop her from hearing your quiet sobs as you cried into your pillow.

“Oh, darling,” she said quickly, rushing over to the bed. Grell lowered herself to sit on the bed by your hips, then placed the two mugs of tea on the nightstand. “It’s alright, dear. I’m here with you.” She rubbed your back gently as a means of comfort, letting you cry ‘til your heart’s content.

When your tears were reduced to soft hiccups and stuttered breaths, Grell spoke again. “What’s troubling you darling?” she asked softly. “You can talk to me, you know?”

You sniffled, moving so you were laying on your back. Grell brushed the hair from your eyes. You looked like you wanted to speak, but you wouldn’t say anything. With a sigh, you pulled your blanket up to your chin then sat up, leaning against the wall behind you. “I thought that once I die, I would be ok. I wouldn’t have sleepless nights or anything to worry about. I’d be dead.”

“Oh, love,” the reaper cooed. “I understand how you feel. I was once in your shoes. It’s hard to understand the supernatural world while also coping with memories of your past life.”

Tears welled in your eyes again but you refused to let them fall, wiping them away with your sleeve. “Haven’t I struggled enough? I mean, it was so bad I had to kill myself, wasn’t that enough?” You hid behind your hands as you began to cry again. “I suffered for so long, I just wanted it to end.”

Grell slid to sit beside you against the wall then wrapped her arms around you, pulling you against her chest. You let her hold you, stroking your hair and whispering comforting words into the crown of your head. She held you like she’d hold a small child afraid of the monsters under their bed. 

While rocking you back and forth slightly, your sleeves slid up just ever so slightly. Grell expected as much, the scars on your forearms showing just how much pain you were in in your past life. She had them too, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt her seeing your scars. When you noticed her green eyes staring at your arms, you quickly pulled your sleeves back down, crying harder.

“Honey, it’s alright,” she cooed. “You don’t have to hide them, I have them too.”

After what felt like years of crying, you lay against Grell and she ran a hand through your hair. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or the fact you felt so comfortable with the reaper at the moment, you began telling your story. 

“Drowning,” you muttered into Grell’s shirt.

“I’m sorry, can you repeat that dear?” she asked quietly. “I couldn’t hear you.”

You repeated, “Drowning. I drowned myself in the river.” Grell’s grip around you tightened. “I’ve always loved water. It’s so calm and I feel like everything will be ok. It’s a nice distraction. So I drowned myself so I could finally have peace.”

Grell was silent for a moment. “I know you may have talked about it when you were living, and it did nothing to help you, but you’re here now. Whatever, or whoever, hurt you is not here anymore. So if you’d like to talk about it, maybe you can finally put it behind you. And if you tell me, maybe I can help you, dear.”

You rubbed your eyes, putting your full weight against the red-head. You then proceeded to spend the next two hours spilling your life story to Grell. You told her about anything and everything, from how you were treated by the world, to how you felt about yourself. You told her about the time leading up to your death, what your thought process was and how you were feeling during that time. The best part was the fact that she didn’t judge you in the slightest. She only held you firmly, rubbing your back or running a hand through your hair. 

By the time you finished your tale, you were practically asleep in her arms. There was so much she wanted to say to you, but she couldn’t bear to wake you, and she couldn’t decide what she’d even say. So she just continued to hold and rock you, resting her head on your own. She was definitely keeping you home for the day. There was no way she was going to risk the other training reapers hurting you, either physically or emotionally, while you were in this state. 

For your remaining life as a reaper, Grell took you under her wing. She was unbearable most of the time, you learned after speaking with William once. But you learned how to handle her and her crazy personality. After officially becoming a reaper, Grell requested that she be paired with you, and you with her when either of you were scheduled to work. And when she wasn’t paired with you, she’d follow you, hidden within arms reach at any point in time.

When you were given your own apartment, you were lucky enough to be next door to your favorite reaper. You were still young, afterall, and didn’t fully understand how to live on your own in this new world. You still spent a few nights a week at Grell’s place, especially if you had a particularly hard day or weren’t feeling well. 

Once, Grell caught wind of some of the newer reapers talking about you and how you dressed. Oh boy, they began praying real quick when they saw Grell storm over, chainsaw propped up on her shoulder. Needless to say, those reapers were out of commission for a while, and Grell came home so pissed off you had to force her to go on a walk with you to cool off. 

Now that she knew your whole story, and just how young you were when you died, Grell kept an eye on you at all times. If you had a bad day and she knew before you came to her, she’d make sure she makes your favorite food for dinner, as well as have your favorite warm beverage on hand. Her quest room was always prepped and ready in case you wanted to stay with her. 

If you had to be gone for long periods of time due to work, she’d clean your apartment and do your laundry, making sure everything was clean by the time you returned home. Grell saw you as her own personal child, one she couldn’t have on her own. So she made sure to look after you and take care of you in any way she could.

[catbread0]

How does grell like to give and receive affection?

Grell Sutcliff x Fem!Reader

Since you didn't specifically say what gender you wanted the reader to be, I made it a fem reader. If that's not what you wanted, please forgive me. Sorry for the grammar mistakes. I hope you like it

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Headcanons: How she likes to receive and give affection

Giving affection:

- Grell would spend time going shopping with you. Both you and Grell would go shopping for clothes and makeup, which could last for hours, and she would give her compliments on everything you try on.

“Darling, that dress would go together with these heels better. If grim rippers could die, I think I would do so again by just looking at you.”

- Grell would love to talk about gossip while painting nails with you. 

“Apparently, Bassy's type is women who have large baps! I mean, that's so typical of men to look for in a woman, but REALLY? I mean, do men not look into anything else other than that- Oh hun your nail is chipped. What did I tell you about being careful with your nails?”

- When she would come home from working for hours, she would run up to you and cling to you as if she hadn't seen you in years. She would also spend hours cuddling with you.

“It feels dreadfully boring when I'm not with you. Especially when I have to look at people's boring records, it's always the same boring things with them, waking up, going to work, then going home, sleeping, and repeating. It doesn't help that Williams is extremely strict, always being rude to me as well.”

- Grell would give you kisses almost every time she sees you. In private or public, it doesn't matter to her. Bonus points to her if she makes you flustered in public.

“Would you mind doing that in private?” - Williams

- Grell would give you pet names

“My Rose” “Hun” “Darling” “Dear”

Receiving affection:

-You saw Grell eyeing a pair of heels through the glass of a famous shoe company. So the next day, while she was at work, you decided to buy the shoes and wrap the box into a gift.

“My Rose, I'm home! Oh? What's this, Darling?”

You chuckle, “It's for you, Love. Why don't you open it?”

“Oh you shouldn’t have dear, why just coming home- Oh my! These are the heels I wanted! How romantic of you, dear! You know how to capture a lady’s heart!” (She would probably then launch herself towards you and give you kisses all over your face.)

- While Grell loves giving physical affection to you, she also loves to receive it back. One day, she would be on a walk with you and talking about gossip or maybe about someone's record when all of a sudden she felt your lips on her cheek.

“And I said-” She stops walking dead on her track and looks at you,

“Oh, Darling, would you do that again, please, I love how your lips felt on my cheek! Why not a kiss on the lips this time!”

- While Grell loves being bought gifts, she also loves it when you give her a handmade gift. 

She was going to grab her death scythe. She saw a small key chain hanging on the handle. She looked closely, and it was a small rose. 

“Oh, my heart can’t take it, my Love. Receiving gifts from your heart can kill a woman in an instant. When I look at this key chain, I will always think of my Rose.”

-Grell cherishes and enjoys your compliments towards her. Whether it's her perfume, clothing, makeup, hairstyle, etc. She puts in a lot of effort when it comes to her looks, so when she hears you compliment her, she feels as if someone finally appreciates her efforts (she would crave more from you). 

“My goodness darling, if you keep complimenting me, I think my knees would melt from your sweet words. But continue, tell me what else you like about me today.”

In the end, she loves you to death♡

~Lilly's

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

Photo shoot!! Grell x Reader

This is part one!!

Cw: lewd (consensual) photography, slight body worship, voyerism, fluff and smut ahead!!, feminine reader/afab reader

(Had an idea for a cute little shirt series and got carried away while high…)

“Does this really look good?” You murmured out, eyeing the outfit Grell had ‘bought’ for you. “I mean…it’s quite revealing, don’t you think?” Grell quickly shook her head, holding her camera up to once again take pictures of you.

“You look phenomenal Darling!!” Grell was practically jumping around you to get pictures from as many angles as possible. “You are doing so well, please pose for me?” You tilted your head at her, asking what pose she wanted. “Oh, oh!! Come here I have an idea!!”

Before you knew it, she had you standing over her, one foot on her chest, she had her camera pointed up at you to get a first person view from the camera. “Grell, you could have just told me you wanted to take such photos.” You adjusted your lingerie and used your foot to push her onto her back.

She purred, squirming under you, you pretended to not notice the tent forming in between her legs. “Well what would the fun be in just asking for it? If you want me to beg, I’m more than willing though!”

A grin spread across your face, since no one but you two would see these photos, why not take some for yourself too?

“Let’s take turns, m’kay?” Grell nodded with a grin from ear to ear. You step over her reaching to grab her camera before she stops you quickly.

“Wait! Stay still!” You freeze only to hear the click of her camera. She quickly grabs the photo, a clear blush spreading across her face as her grin widens. “Yesss! What a perfect photo!” You look at the phot out of curiosity.

It’s a picture of your breast, that’s it.

(Next tba)

[bomber-grl]

Grell Sutcliff Dating Hc! —☆⋆｡𖦹🖇️

Pairing(s): Grell Sutcliff x Gn!Reader

Disclaimer! I’ve only watched the anime and I’m semi aware of how she’s mischaracterized (according to others(?)) in it in comparison to the manga. So, these hc are solely based on the anime

We’ve seen how she is when she’s interested in someone and so just imagine her in an actual relationship 💀

She’s constantly fonding over you at minimum and spouting profanities you’d rather not have to hear again at most

I mean the fact you’re together is obviously because you matched her freak

Anyway, the more surface level of her personality is her constant coddling, hugs, and overall lovey dovey self

If anything it’s just her reaction to hot people which i can’t even blame😭

Now, if you’re more shy leaning Grell thinks you’re so cute

The urge to trap you in a bone crushing hug deepens immensely

However, if you’re more bold and straightforward she’ll really play into it

Again, everyone just disregards when she’s like this so she really falls head over heels x 2

And if you pick her up? Deceased x2

Obviously she’s glad to have you around for practically forever if you’re a divine being but if you’re human

The angst 😭

You’re the first person she’s every genuinely connected with and felt understood by

Especially with her identity

So I imagine you dying had crossed her mind a few times before but the thought was too painful to ever actually continue thinking it

So the day that she saw your name amongst the people she had to kill- two words

Mental breakdown

Either you choose to die by her hand or kys to become a grim reaper, literally the only solutions

It’s like that one audio where it’s like “bye Abby, I’ll see you when you wake up, and if you don’t wake up, I’ll still see you cause I’m gonna meet you in heaven or whatever

Sorry I just realized these are supposed to be relationship hc and not so gruesome 😭

Anyway, regardless of your race (?) Your relationship is still very much existent and there’s nothing grell or you could do about it

I mean I mighttt be going boarderline ooc like the the far depths sort of level but if you’re in a committed relationship and anyone alludes to you trying to leave her

Let’s just say we hope they don’t or she’ll be extra possessive to a crazy extent💀

Also if you’re constantly surrounding yourself with grell then you’re bound to interact with Ciel and his lot

So what I’m trying to say is, you’re like that one stereotypical couple with over the top PDA where it’s sickening to them

Also if you don’t like it (pda) she’ll be a bit sad but she’ll try to respect it

Now if you’re a romantic she’s constantly happy

Especially when you go out on a picnic, get her nice things and do silly things like carry her

Despite these “happier” moments there’s eventual solemn topics (like her death) that she talks about with you

I mean she’s sharing personal things with someone she trusts but it’s still nervwrecking

Also, you Can’t tell me Grell wouldn’t absolutely defend you with her life(?)

Even if it ends with her being trampled 💀

[magicalara]

Your Dreams Come True

A Grelle Sutcliff x reader story I made while listening to “When You Wish Upon a Star” because Disney is the easiest way to my heart. Enjoy!

TW: None :) All fluffy love here folks

It’s the times like these where Grelle never even thinks about regretting committing suicide all those many years ago. Swaying with you, her lover and best friend, in her arms, the smell of freshly baked cookies in the air, and slow Disney songs on loop; yes, this certainly had to be the best timeline.

As “When You Wish Upon a Star” played its final notes, the woman in red took a peek at you laying with your head resting in the crook of her neck. Half-asleep, you looked up at her through your lashes mumbling a little “Hi” to her before going back to snuggling up to her, letting more and more of your weight lean on to your lover.

“Hi, darling,” she said with a little chuckle, “you look pretty comfy there, hmm?” 

She laughs as you nod your head as best you can. Grelle can’t blame you, her pretty little thing, for being so tired. You, who spent the whole day letting her drag you around shopping for this and that, holding all her bags without so much as a complaint. You, who then came home and made her favorite cookies and spent the evening laughing and eating said cookies. You, who demanded she dance with you once the Disney songs came on. You, the love of her life.

“Why don’t we get to bed, hmm, dear? You go on to the bedroom and change while I clean up here, alright?” Grelle whispers against your head, pressing a little kiss against your temple before you nod and start to make your way to the bedroom.

Sighing as you walked away, Grelle thought once again, yes, this was the best timeline she could be living in. She could only pray that the rest of the universe would let her have this love for the rest of her eternal life, no matter how unrealistic that may be.

[sleepingdeath-light]

innocent s/o hcs ; grelle

requested by ; anonymous (04/09/23)

fandom(s) ; black butler

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; grelle sutcliff

outline ; “i dont remember if i already requested this but may I request sfw and nsfw hcs (or scenario) of grell with an innocent s/o (preferably fem) pls? have a nice day/night :]”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

now let’s make one thing clear before anything else: grelle sutcliffe is absolutely crazy about you and loves every little thing about you from your ‘flaws’ to your strengths — including your innocence, even if it can leave her a bit frustrated at times when the exact motivations behind her dramatics goes a bit over your head and you just don’t get what she’s practically begging for (granted, in a very roundabout way)

she’s basically always hanging off of you or touching you in some way (hand holding, holding your arm, hugging you from behind, cuddling into your side, resting her head on your shoulder, fake fainting into your arms, kissing you anywhere and everywhere etc.) — and once you’ve established that you’re comfortable with it, not all of her touches are innocent in intention and a great many are intentionally very flirty and suggestive with a goal of getting you to reciprocate her gestures in kind

so having you not understand her intentions or miss them so distinctly that you’re just smiling and earnestly complimenting her is both heartwarming and frustrating to her — yes she’d much rather you were all over her like she is you, but she also loves you for your innocent streak so she can’t even bring herself to complain much (not beyond an overly dramatic sigh before she corrects her actions to become much more blatant so you have that ‘oh? oh.’ moment and give her what she wants)

she’s fiercely protective over you, even more so than she would be otherwise, because of your innocence and she’s been known to threaten or ‘dispatch’ anyone who might pose the slightest threat to your well-being and/or your innocence — including a very emotional confrontation with her once dear ‘bassy’ when he tried to flirt with you, and the murders of a few dozen humans for trying to harm you

she finds a great deal of solace in your relationship and in you — you are her island, her reprieve, where she can be herself without experiencing that same darkness of judgement and cruelty and sin that took her life the first time around (your innocence makes you kinder than most, easier to love than most, and if she wasn’t already dead then she knows that she’d die for you if it meant keeping you safe — and that thought, that level of attachment, no longer scares her like it used to)

the pet names she uses with you are also changed by your nature and how different you are to her because of it — of course she still calls you ‘darling’, but she’s also been known to use pet names like ‘angel’ and ‘sweetheart’ and ‘my heart’ when she’s feeling especially dramatic

[bapydemonprincess]

Picrew used: https://picrew.me/ja/image_maker/399481

Miss Grelle Sutcliff may seem the outrageously flirty and raunchy type, but when it comes to the Phantomhive Maid, she suddenly becomes much more tender and.. softer with putting on the moves and wooing the other lady. Which appears to be appreciated and reciprocated 100% ❤️

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Absolutely zooming to the ask box for a letter from Grelle because she has my whole heart this is such a cool idea

aaaaa thank you! here ya go, darlin'~

transcript below the cut in case any of it is hard to read!

My Dearest (Name),

O love of my life, I am so very glad to be writing you again! You would scarcely believe how I have been longing to see you.

My, but you’ve not forgotten me, have you? … I only jest, my darling! Someone such as I is not easily forgotten, especially with the knowledge that you love me so. I’d be a fool to doubt it; your love reaches me even when we are apart. Such sweet sorrow it is, to yearn for someone the way I do for you! I wouldn’t trade it for a thing, though. Pain will but give way to love, and I know it will be all the more delightful when we are finally allowed to be together once more.

What have your days been looking like, dear? Other than, hopefully, there are visions of me everywhere your eye wanders. Nothing would make me happier to hear! My life has been as dull and busy as ever… Will has not ceased to be a dreadful bore, nor will he even give me the satisfaction of playing along with my lighthearted flirting. (I promise, sweetheart, my eyes are only for you! I simply have to have some fun round the office, you know?)

On the other hand, Ronnie is as much a charmer as ever. Why, I haven’t even been able to keep track of how many dates he has gone on this month alone! TOO many, the silly boy. But, at least he seems quite happy. And his training has been coming along well. I dare say he’ll be ready to take his next assignment with nearly no help at all! Ah, I feel like a proud mother.

Do tell, am I writing too much in my letters? Sometimes I feel as if I have far too much to say and very little of it is of any true substance. Then again, I do believe you rather like me that way. At the very least… I never feel as if you’re ignoring anything I have to say. That’s something I appreciate very much. Your attention and affections make my heart soar!

Now that I have caught you up on the goings-on of my life, I do hope you’ll catch me up on yours. And, well, I should never forgive myself if I didn’t say something which would cause a terrible scandal if anyone were to see it. It bears repeating: that surely must be one of the things you like about me, mustn’t it? If I were no scandal, your feelings would probably fade. That’s all the same to me — one must keep their beloved interested!

So, then, a scandal to shock any prying eyes… my entire being aches to have you close, darling. We could be pressed as close as two people could be, and it still wouldn’t be close enough to ease my desires. The very next time we meet, I intend to kiss you so hard I’ll leave your lips bruised, and I promise you that my hands will never let you go. I crave your touch more than anything. And I shan’t pretend you haven’t confessed to feeling the same.

With that, I ought to draw this letter to its finale! Do take care not to leave these pages lying around… I should hate to think how your reputation would suffer. Instead, hold this letter close to your heart, and think of me, until we are together again.

Yours Always,

Grell Sutcliff

[kywaslost]

Black Butler Masterlist

Sebastian Michaelis

How Sebastian Helps You When You Pass Out in the Shower

Sebastian Wakes Up a Non-Morning Person Reader

Sebastian With A Snake Demon S/O

Sebastian Around His Crush

Dry Those Tears

Turn Over

Bilingual

Cat-Astrophic Moment

Ciel Phantomhive

Partners in Crime

Ciel Helps You With Your Anxiety

Ciel With An S/O Who Has Cold Hands

Ciel With An S/O Who Has Hair Like Cruella DeVil

Together Again

Loneliness

Supernatural Love

Stylish Choices

Turn The Other Way

Odd One Out

Dolls of Unknown Origin

Troubled Love

He Asks You Out

Grell Sutcliff

Maternal Affections

[pinkglitteranddeath]

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.'

[pigeonfisch]

starting a sebagrelle oneshot collection