#petulant petals (fanfic)

[klonoadreams]

Was Roselle betrothed to Edward?

okay I might as well confirm that Roselle (Black Butler SI OC) WAS, at a point, engaged to Edward...BUT it immediately got switched to Ciel and Elizabeth because Roselle looked too much like her dad, which made it awkward for Francis.

That said, Edward DOES have a crush on Roselle, but don't expect it to go anywhere, mostly because Roselle really has been through too fucking much, especially now that she remembers EVERYTHING.

when Sebastian said that Roselle wouldn't be the same, he meant it. Because the dormant SI OC woke up and OOF.

mixed that with trauma, and you got Roselle being a fucking MESS.

(side note, cousin stuff and specifics in adoptions is the MOST i'll tolerate for this sort of thing, because context is also needed for me to get super squicked out AND NOPE.)

(just for future references. I know I remember loving Angel Sanctuary, despite the...YEAH. But that's mainly because the themes of it, the art, and my love for Kaori Yuki's works but it isn't anything I actively look for)

But yeah, Edward is crushing on Roselle, but he also genuinely enjoys her company. Growing up sucks, and the fact that Roselle had to grow up far sooner than either of them was expecting is...sad.

(if you want an actual glimpse of who to likely expect Roselle to crush on, it's a certain prince :V)

[deathonyourtongue]

Care Taking Ideas : “Person A giving person B an injection” with Henry or one of his characters sounds adventurous😂💓

Title: Evasion  Word count: 1446 Warnings: Needles, tears, anxiety? It’s fluff, don’t worry.

I had to do this with Sy, ‘cause I legit could not figure out how else to work out a non-medical person giving a shot. :P  Also as someone who has ZERO fear of needles of any sort (I legit ask them which arm they wanna poke if I have to get bloodwork done), I hope I did the fear of needles justice.

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You know you’re due, but you hide out in your office anyway. With all the commotion and paperwork that comes with a tour change, you hope to ride out the last day and have him forget that you’re in need of a shot. 

Though you’ve got a full sleeve of tattoos and a chest piece to boot, the mere thought of getting an actual injection makes you queasy. Rolling your neck to rid yourself of the urge to throw up, you guzzle down half your beer and silently focus all your energy into willing the ‘lights out’ call to come sooner. 

The door opening breaks your focus, but before you can even move to bar him, Syverson is in and has the door locked behind him. His smile makes it clear he’s up to no good, and though you can’t see a syringe in his hand, you know damn well there’s no other reason for him to be here, so close to the end of his shift. 

“Evenin’, sweetheart,” he grins nervously, his eyes scanning the top of your desk for any weapons, finding none. 

“I will shoot you in the face, Sy, so help me God.” He laughs, holding both hands up as though surrendering, allowing you to see the bottle of whiskey in his hand for the first time since he entered. 

“Easy, doll. Just wanna enjoy a drink with the prettiest woman on base, that’s all.” 

“You’re a shit liar and it’s not happening.” You answer, stonefaced as you turn up the metal you’ve been listening to try and calm your nerves. 

“What, the drinking, or the fun that comes after?” He asks, taking a seat across from you and reaching to the top of your mini-fridge for two glasses. Pouring expertly, he gives you the fuller glass, making it clear he’s got ulterior motives.

You and Sy have been dating for nearly five years, maintaining the lowest of profiles solely so that you two aren’t shipped off to different corners of the world. Although drinking after lights out is routine for both of you, it’s rare that you’re doing it while still wearing your uniform; usually, you’re both naked in Sy’s room, enjoying the privacy his higher rank brings. 

Taking the offered drink, you down it in one go, steeling yourself for what you know is about to happen and vowing that Sy’s not gonna get laid for a week out of spite. Sy watches you shoot the alcohol, his face a mix of sympathy and awe that you can still drink like coed despite having long passed your 20’s. Eyes locking with yours, he gives you that puppy-dog-eyed, crooked grin of his, his chin tilted down for maximum effect. Damn him and his blue eyes.

“C’mere, gorgeous.” He pats his lap and despite your better judgment, you find yourself standing and moving around the desk, pouting as you move. 

Sy wraps you up in a bear hug the moment you sit down, his strong arms holding you close as he nuzzles his nose against your cheek, his way of asking for a kiss. Tipping your head down, your lips meet his with petulant reluctance, making him smile as he kisses you back fondly. When he pulls away, he’s smiling ear to ear and you can’t help but melt a little as he gazes up at you with the utmost affection. Your eyes close as his hand cups your cheek and you lean into the touch, feeling the stress of the day dissipate, forgetting the real reason he’s here for a moment. 

“Watching you out there today, putting those boys in line and scaring the shit out of the ‘em, was so sexy,” he growls, and you can’t help the soft sound that escapes your lips as he kisses your neck slowly, ‘lovin’ up’ on you as he so often calls it. His lips press against yours once more before he pulls away, his eyes kind despite what you know is an impending betrayal. 

“You know I love you very much, right, darlin’?” You let your head fall back while groaning, unwilling to accept that he isn’t just here for you.

“And you know I wouldn’t do this to ya if I didn’t have to, right?” Your head snaps back up and you look at him with narrowed eyes and a lifted eyebrow.

“You don’t have to do anything. You could just let Doc do it.” You counter, poking at one of his pecs accusingly.

“Yeah, well, Doc bruised you last time he gave you a shot, and you passed out and fell off the table ‘cause he didn’t believe you, so...I’m gonna be more gentle, and this time you won’t end up with a concussion. Besides, there’s a treat in it for ya if you hold still and let me do it quick.” 

“That’s what she said,” you respond flatly, still not convinced. Sy chuckles, both hands moving up to roll up the sleeve opposite of him. 

“Please, Sy, no. Can’t we just wait until...I don’t know, until I cut myself?”

“Out here? Absolutely not. If we were back home, maybe. But I’m not taking any chances with this stuff out here, sweetheart.” He tells you softly, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek even as he fishes the pre-filled syringe and the alcohol swab from one of the many pockets in his pants. 

“Hey, look at me, mama. Deep breath.” Sy tells you seriously, his free hand framing your chin as he inhales deeply and lets it out again in a slow rhythmic pattern. Keeping your attention, his eyes never leave yours as he swabs your upper arm, forcing you to keep breathing deeply. 

Tears fill your eyes as the smell of the alcohol hits your nose, and the nauseous feeling rises up again just as Sy tucks you in close. Holding your head against his chest, he covers your eyes gently with his fingers, uncapping the syringe with his mouth and quickly moving the needle out of sight. Certain you can’t see it, he wraps his free arm around you tighter, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

“Hold onto me, darlin’. Squeeze tight,” he encourages, and you do as he says, crying softly into his favorite shirt, panicking. 

“Deep breath. Hold it.” Sy’s voice is soft and patient, a stark contrast from how he normally speaks around others, especially new recruits. 

You squeak and cry a little harder as Sy pushes the syringe into your upper arm, hitting the mark with precision and gentility. A flurry of kisses are pressed to your face as he pushes down the plunger, injecting the Tetanus compound deep into your arm. Pulling the needle out as quickly as it went in, Sy presses a fresh patch of gauze to the sight, his hand pulsing gently to ease the sting and burn of the shot. 

“‘Atta girl. All done.” He murmurs, recapping the needle before shooting it and the rest of the waste into the garbage can by your desk. His face falls as he lifts your chin and sees that you’re still crying. 

“Well, that just won’t do,” he whispers, more to himself than anyone else as he shifts you so that you’re facing him, Sy wrapping your legs around his waist as he stands up. You don’t hesitate to loop your arms around his neck, unable to actually be mad at him, knowing he has your best interests at heart. With one hand under you, the other runs laps up and down your back, comforting you in the best way he knows how. 

Taking you back to your room, he sits down on the bed and just holds you, knowing the tears aren’t just from the shot, but from all the anxiety you’ve built up throughout the day to deal with it. Rocking gently back and forth, he lets you cry it out, knowing you need the release. His lips press kisses anywhere they can reach, and after a few moments, you settle, resting your head on his muscular shoulder, hiccuping. 

You feel his smile even before you hear it in his voice, Sy’s tone warm and full of love.

“You’re adorable, y’know that? My beautiful, adorable, tough-as-nails sunflower. Relax now, mama, it’s all over.”  Sighing softly, you squeeze him gently, a silent thank you for doing everything with such care and regard for your very-real fear. 

“What’s my treat?” You ask after a moment, pulling back to look into those gorgeous baby blues of his. His smile turns impish and he kisses your sternum before resting his chin there. 

“Gotta be naked to get it, darlin’.”

[thecorteztwins]

Fanfic Idea: Fabian asks Maximus for his help to get rid of Razor Jim, however things don't go according to plan as the metal-platted possum proves to be more than a match for the two.

        “Prince Maximus of House Ago, rightful ruler of Attilan, I beseech you,” said Fabian, bowing his head on the comm screen. Maximus knew that this meant Cortez wanted something, but since he also enjoyed the show of obsequiousness nonetheless, he let Fabian continue with the compliments, before finally asking, “Alright, Fabian, what do you need my brilliant genius for?”Cortez had a psychic sister, so it was not Maximus’s telepathic gifts that Fabian was likely after, unless it was for something of such...debatable morality, that his unsophisticated twin Anne Marie would not be privy to it, seeing as how she could not wrap her mind around how things that seemed wrong could really be quite right, depending on who it was “right” for!“I seek to fell a great enemy, Prince Maximus. He has plagued me for too long, mercilessly and relentlessly and without reason. He is as a shark, single-minded and powerful, but also as clever and wily as---”“I’m NOT helping you with Magneto. We’ve been over this.”“I said clever and wily, of course I’m not talking about Magneto you twit!”Ah, there was the real Cortez, impatient and entitled and insulting. Maximus crossed his arms with a smug expression; how nice it was to be holding all the cards over this petulant child.“Careful, Fabian---you need my help, remember?”Fabian grumbled, and then finally muttered something.“What was that?” Maximus asked sweetly, assuming he had been given an apology.“I said, it’s a possum.” Fabian couldn’t meet the Inhuman’s eyes.“...what?” Maximus had not been expecting that. He didn’t even know what that WAS.“A possum.”“Define...apossum?” Perhaps it was some new alien species!“It’s an animal.” Fabian admitted, sounding ashamed, as he should! Maximus’s expression fell from curious to insulted,“An animal? A common Earth beast? For THIS you dare trouble the mighty and magnificent Maximus, who definitely has better and far more important things to do and isn’t just watching Jersey Shore and The Maury Show to find out who is NOT the father, over THIS?! Pa! I would not even send Lockjaw to chase this creature for---BWAAAAH!”Maximus was cut off by his own scream at the image Fabian had just sent over. He leaped behind his chair, cowering, peeking around it to gaze in horror at the unholy creature opening its diminutive but still all too large jaws before him.“What...is that?” he trembled.“That,” said Fabian with great dramatic intonation, “is a normal possum. And we are dealing with something even greater. A true challenge to your genius.”Maximus was on-board.

***“Though its hide may be altered, the animal within is still just that, an animal,” said Maximus. He and Fabian were standing above a great metal enclosure which he had hastily instructed the Alpha Primitives to construct. Maximus had also just as hastily procured and changed into a safari hunter’s costume, in accordance with what he deemed human custom for the situation. He was also on-and-off affecting what he believed was an “Australian” accent.“And that means it’s no smarter than your average beast---it can easily be lured with food!”“And you think he has a taste for steak, do you?” said Fabian, looking down to the cow that was tethered in the enclosure. He didn’t know exactly what that abomination was looking for when it assaulted their garbage cans, but he had a feeling it wasn’t a whole bovine.“Of course! Crikey!” said Maximus, brandishing his hunting rifle, which sported more than a few alien modifications beneath its “antique” veneer, “I saw it in a movie! This’ll lure any monster out, it will!”Jurassic Park was a documentary, right?Fabian was about to dissent, but then...the bushed beyond the cow rustled. Both men tensed.“Get ready,” Maximus commanded in a whisper to the Alpha Primitives.“Get set,” Fabian said, aiming his own weapon near the cow, which was remaining placid in the way common to cows.“Get---” they both began.“Gordo!” cried out a high-pitched voice as the monster emerged from the bushes. She was six-foot-one, built like a tank, and had short blue hair. Anne Marie Cortez marched across the clearing towards the cow, which lowed in greeting at her as she began to pat it and then untie it.“Gordo, how did you get out here?” she asked it.“Hey, she’s stealing our bait!” Maximus protested.“Anne Marie, get out of here!” Fabian yelled down at her.Anne Marie gave him the middle finger, and led Gordo the cow away.“Clever girl,” muttered Maximus grumpily.***“Are you serious?” Fabian asked when he looked at Maximus’s next plan.“Completely,” said Maximus, “I had the right idea with bait---I just needed a different sort.”The “sort” that he had now was a stuffed possum which had been crammed into a red bikini and had garish matching lipstick smeared across its face. A red bow was also affixed to one of its ears, a tertiary sexual characteristic to mark it as “female” in case the other signifiers had not been enough.“Appealing to a very different sort of animal instinct,” said Maximus, with an incredibly awkward wink. “Did you...did you buy it like that or did you do this yourself?” said Fabian, looking down at the ghastly marsupial sex doll, “Wait, no---I don’t want to know!”The mental image of Maximus studiously applying cosmetics to a plush toy in hope of making it appealing to a trash rat was more than Fabian thought he could bear.Maximus set the toy down where the cow had been. But it didn’t end there. He also lit a candle, and scattered some rose petals near it. Then, when he rejoined the speechless Fabian up in the metal construct above, he went to the control panel for the traps and pressed a button...and Barry Manilow began to play.“Perfect,” he hissed in satisfaction. Fabian prayed to wake from this nightmare before their target arrived. He didn’t think he could bear to watch the consummation. “....Cortez?”“What?” Fabian murmured through his hands, which were over his face so that he wouldn’t have to see.“Is that the right possum?”Cautiously, Fabian peeked out from behind his phalange shield. There was indeed a possum sniffing around the decoy...courting it, it seemed. It put a little arm around “her” shoulders, and then it...“The cheeky little bastard!” Maximus ejected as the male possum---or lesbian, perhaps---went in for a full-on smooch.“He didn’t even buy her dinner first, he----OH RANDAC’S GENES, HE’S GROPING HER! Cortez, he’s running off with her! He’s stealing the bait! Do something!”And as the possum ran away with his “date” clutched under one arm, they could see that, somehow, it had a ginger ponytail.***At last, Razor Jim, the real Razor Jim, was cornered and all but caught. After their first two red herrings, their subsequent attempts had come close to getting the real thing...sometimes too close, as evident by the scratched and disheveled state that Fabian and Maximus were now in. They were also soaking wet, smudged with smoke, electrical burns, and serious carpet burns, all procured in the process of Razor Jim turning their own traps back at them.But now it was over. The little monster was worn out. Grinning maniacally, the two men advanced on what they believed was a dead or unconscious possum.And realized, only too late, why the phrase “playing possum” was a thing.

[klonoadreams]

You reblogging Grell suddenly made me remember SI Roselle, and now I have to know how will Grell and Roselle get along? (Also I just realized that their names rhyme and personally I find that pretty cute)

Oh yes, they'll get along, even if in the original Grell DID kill Madam Red, and Roselle wouldn't stand for it.

Of course, things are already going differently because Jack the Ripper won't be as it was originally.

Not with the way Angelina straight up just went into MOM mode over Roselle, and in turn, Ciel

Grell and Roselle might butt heads at some point, but the end result is that they'll definitely become the best of friends.

Don't mess with Grell's redheaded buddy. They go way back.

Anyways, Roselle loves her too.

[klonoadreams]

Merry Christmas! Hey, quick question. Does Rose from you Black Butler SI, along side of looking like a recolored and Gender Swapped Hans Christian Andersen from the Fate Series, does she have his ability to notice someone flaws no matter what, and does she use it to nitpick at every flaw, no matter how small or unimportant, in what Sebastian does and how he acts?

Roselle is more of a recolor/genderswap of Vincent Phantomhive, and she’s perceptive, but also, she absolutely can and WILL roast Sebastian to hell and back, because fuck him.

So if it involves Sebastian, then she’ll just...NOTICE. Especially since, at the start of being a Butler, he was pretty shit at it lmaoo. The only thing he really has going for himself at the moment is his looks...and oh, of course, being a demon, but Roselle doesn’t care and literally gets nauseated at the thought of finding Sebastian hot (because he looks like Vincent - HER DAD).

That aside, she’s just...Roselle. SI finally emerged, and she’s gonna try to make the most of it, because gendered etiquette is a thing and she HATES it. Thankfully, Angelina is giving her some leeway and guess what?

Mama Angelina is gonna watch over her and Ciel. Because I do what I want, but also, she deserves to be happy.

[klonoadreams]

If you could pair up your characters with a partner Pokémon, who would they be and why those Pokémon? Chōko- Shiki- Silvia- Fem!Naru- Rosella- Fem!Tobi- (Sorry, know it’s a lot 😅)

This took a bit to think about, but here they are

Chōko - Ralts Line. Now I was considering Beautifly or even Vivillon, but I really thought about it and noticed that the Ralts line fits Chōko best because she’s a very emotional person overall, which is why she’s managed to draw so many people to her. And when push comes to shove, she is willing to do anything to protect her friends, much like how Gardevoir will do whatever it takes to protect its trainer.

Alternatively, the Togepi line because of how Chōko has shared much happiness with those around her. She strives for peace and the happiness of others while she tries to survive, which is something Togekiss can get by.

Shiki - Sewaddle line, because of the aspect with friendship that helps Swadloon reach its final stage and just how otherwise, covered up. Caring and nurting, but capable of fighting. The grass typing ties into the greenhouse-esque living space of the Aburame clan, and otherwise, just taking in those who need help.

Silvia - Igglybuff line. Silvia comes from a culture where sharing life experiences is considered important, which can tie in with the Igglybuff’s desire to practice its singing, which eventually perfects it as Jigglypuff. Wigglytuff has really nice fur that feels nice, while Silvia’s hair is much like those of her people, in that it is very unique due to its coloring (dark colors that shine when seen through the light). It’s a characteristic trait that can let the two otherwise bond, but also, if you were to make Silvia angry, she won’t hesitate to fight back. The fairy typing is still pretty strange, in terms of how its recent (in universe and out, since it came to be in Gen VI), which can also tie back to how foreign Silvia would be when she is eventually placed in Gon and Killua’s “world”.

Fem!Naru - Goomy line. While it would be more appropriate to throw a fox Pokemon at her, Naruto is more like Goodra than anything else. She is very lonely and though she hasn’t been treated nicely, she is still pretty friendly to those she is close to. She is weak on her own, much like a Goomy, but with attention and care, she can eventually grow further. The Goomy line is covered in slime that usually needs to be washed off, since in Sliggoo’s case, it can dissolve many things. Naruto’s chakra is abundant, but also dangerous due to the Kyuubi. The two like to eat as well. Goodra tends to also get picked on a lot for being meek, but those who do that will regret it when Goodra attacks with its horns and tail. A warning to those who try to do the same with Naruto, who can be very timid around others when anxious. If left alone, will cry...exactly like Goodra.

Roselle - Budew Line, as Roselia and Roserade would fit in line to how she is when she’s older. Like, a rose has its thorns, but a bit about Roselle is that she’ll eventually start up a poison collection because of the Count Cain series by Kaori Yuki (Victorian Era esque, and it IS pretty useful in the long run). She needs some time to grow first, so like...again, the friendship aspect and while she pretty much lived the first decade of her life unaware of her past life, she’s in a better place now to start blooming.

Fem!Tobi - Rowlet line. Fits best since its grass typing goes with Tobirama’s connection with Hashirama. Provides a nice contrast with Dartrix, because Tobirama’s depressive moods gives her some pretty bad grooming habits. Dartrix might persuade her to keep her hair combed at the very least (lest Madara take a comb to it again and put her in a world of pain). Decidueye is also very cautious and with Tobirama being a senser, they’d go hand in hand. As for Rowlet, it’s baby and so is Tobirama right now. The two can blend in nicely with the trees.

Feel free to give your own lists of what Pokemon would go well with these guys right here. It was nice finally going through it and thinking about things.