#sebastian x meyrin

[ashestospace]

sebagnmey lovechild in 2024? whaaaa anyways-

momma boy content

[beembugs]

So real babe, so real.

[hotmonkeelove]

Black Butler Opinion

The idea of Mey-Rin with Ronald Knox makes me want to retch from my eyeballs; however, I want him to hit on her more and for her to possibly even consider going out with him for a very simple reason. It will infuriate Sebastian, who will then question his strong reaction, realise he's jealous, then finally start to piece it together that he's grown fond of Mey-Rin and wants her to himself.

I'm not saying I think it's going to happen, just that it should happen.

P.S. In case any of you thought this was some sort of a Sebastian-hate post, no. I love, love, LOVE Sebastian and I want him and Mey-Rin (my kin) to end up together. I don't care how unrealistic you might think it is. SebaMey is my heart, my life, my obsession.

[sleepingdeath-light]

apologise ; 18+

requested by ; someone on wattpad (my first ever request for sweet seduction, but rewritten)

word count ; 4051

content ; sexually explicit content, clothed grinding, hand job (male receiving)

fandom ; black butler

pairing ; finnian x cis female reader

read also on ; ao3

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

Though you'd only been employed at the prestigious Phantomhive estate for a short few months, it had been more than enough time to get a grasp on how your colleagues functioned as individuals and as a collective. A well oiled machine manned by the head butler, Mr Sebastian, and under the complete jurisdiction of the young lord — a lad you'd only met once and would much prefer to avoid.

There was just something so... haunting... about him. Something far too old and pained in his eye for someone so young.

So you opted to minimise any direct interaction with your employer, instead focusing your time and attention on the other servants of the manor when possible. Of course this meant spending many a morning conversing with Mr Sebastian, whose company you'd come to appreciate, but it was much more than just professional small talk spoken between daily rounds.

It was quiet mornings spent with Meyrin walking down the labyrinthine hallways of the manor, arms filled with laundry and heads tipped back with lilting laughter as you joked and teased and gossiped your way through your chores. It was busy afternoons spent chasing after Baldroy with a bucket and broom, your faces smeared with gunpowder and your sides aching with bitten back giggles as you try to repair whatever damage his latest cooking scheme had done to the servants' quarter of the estate. It was evenings spent on your knees, feeling blindly under tables and beds and chairs, bare fingertips brushing against soft carpets like clumsy spider's legs as you sought out one of Snake's more rebellious companions — their name on your lips and a dozen voices sprouting from his own.

It was late nights spent awake until your eyelids were too heavy to keep open and your brain too fuzzy to think. Thinking and fantasising until your skin was burning and covered in gooseflesh, until you were clamping your hands over your mouth and giggling like a child. Mind racing as you recalled each and every interaction, minor and major alike, with the estate's gardener; Finnian.

Finny, with eyes so lush and green that Mother Nature herself envies them. Finny, with hair as soft and fluffy as cotton, it's colour spun gold and so pure that the very sun he works under all day admires it. Finny, with a smile so cheery and bright despite all he's gone through, the picture of purity and beauty — an adorable Adonis who stole the breath from your lungs and whose voice struck the match that set your flustered flesh ablaze. Finny, who you adored but could never bring yourself to speak to without making a complete and utter fool of yourself.

That Finny. Oh how much you longed to trade places with the flowerbeds, whose petals he touched with a gentleness unmatched, humming and smiling as he diligently tended to each and every stem and bud. You were sure that they only bloomed so bright because of him — as you felt yourself growing more jovial and alive in his presence so surely they must feel the same way too.

But, still, you could never quite bring yourself to voice such feelings to him. Always falling just shy of confessing as the words died on your tongue like soldiers at war or flowers in a meadow, overrun with the weeds of doubt that stole the confidence from their very roots and left you floundering in awkward silence before you finally — inevitably — gave in and retreated. Another loss for the books.

One of many. You were never really cut out for war, it seemed.

Though today you weren't given the option to flee and hide, because you were the staff's last option and failure on your behalf could disrupt the entire system of the estate. A misspoken word snowballing into raised voices, tools with their mixed metal and wooden parts snapped like toothpicks, tearful glares and a deep canyon of trauma and anger whose broad gap you had to bridge.

Meyrin had been the one to start the whole thing in the first place, a comment about cages and experimentation in a new book she'd been reading having sent Finny into a tearful rage. She didn't want to risk making things worse, having disqualified herself and come to you all for aid.

Bard had tried, but he'd fallen just short of the finish line by making a poorly timed reference to a bird. That had only sent him into another round of hysterics.

Sebastian had tried, but he'd been far too stern and had only agitated Finny further, nearly causing him to lash out and attack. He'd retreated and gone back to his other duties to let him calm down.

Snake and Tanaka were out of the estate, and the young lord was far too ill to get out of bed. So they were out of the running.

That only left you, and you hoped beyond hope that your perpetually tied tongue would loosen itself from the anxious knot it so often found itself in just enough to help your dear friend. To let you find the words you needed rather than leave you spouting pure stammering gibberish as it had so often in the past.

Hoping that that hope was enough.

————

Waiting for Finny to answer you through the greenhouse doors felt like waiting to be hung; stood anxious at the gallows with your eyes trained on your cheap heels and your breath caught in your throat as you counted the seconds. One then two then three and so on, each microsecond spreading onwards for eternity in your own mind, in the silence, until a scratchy, raw voice called out — its tone startlingly, yet not entirely unexpectedly, harsh.

'Who is it?'

You wetted your lips for a moment before responding, calling out your name.

'I told them I wanted to be left alone,' stern and unwavering, so very unlike himself.

'Well, yes, but I — we — just wanted to check that you were okay,' when he didn't respond you continued, speeding up as your words became more disjointed and jumbled, 'Mey said you were really upset and you know she didn't mean to upset you. She just misspoke, you know how often she says silly things. And when you ran off she was terrified and we're all really worried about you and,'

'I said I want to be left alone,'

Cold and harsh and certain and low. Yet his voice still cracked with what were surely tears and you felt your heart break for him.

'Finny, please, let me h-'

An echoing slam, deep as thunder in a raging storm, rang out through the large building, cracking the upper panel of the door beside your hand. Causing you to flinch away and cower in on yourself as a final shout followed.

'Leave me alone!'

And then deathly, painful, infectious silence.

As loud as thunder and as quiet as the grave all at once; heavy with the implications of what remained unsaid whilst you remained frozen in place, staring through the cracked panel at the distorted, quivering silhouette on the other side. You were so close that you could hear the tremble in his voice and his sobs despite his best efforts to hide them — despite him burying his face in his hands and huddling in on himself. He was more scared than angry, so you swallowed down your own anxiety and grounded yourself.

Then, after taking a few deep breaths, you wrapped your hand around the handle and pushed it down. The click echoing off of the tall glass walls as you stepped into the sweltering room and carefully closed the door behind you.

No going back now.

————

You took a tentative step forward. And then another and another; carefully inching your way towards Finny's trembling figure whilst skilfully avoiding the spilled, cracked plant pot shards that now decorated the tiled floor. The soft clicking of your heels and the soft scratch of clay against porcelain filling the otherwise silent room and overpowering the soft sniffles and sobs coming from the man in front of you — until you came to a halt a few inches in front of him and crouched down to his level.

‘Hey…’

‘Go away,’

‘Finny,’ you sighed, placing a hand on his knee and gently squeezing once, then twice, ‘I promise that I don’t mean you any harm. I just want to help you — we all do. So will you please listen to what I have to say? Just a little bit?’

Your prodding earned you a small victory — him shifting around enough to be able to look at you over his knees — but small was still better than nothing so you celebrated whatever progress you could make.

‘Thank you,’ you smiled at him and he looked away, ‘now as I was saying; Mey feels terrible about what happened and wants to make amends with you, if you’ll allow it. She’s the one that came and got us to talk to you — it’s why Bard and Mr Sebastian and I have all stopped by. We — I — care about you and I want to help you out, but I can’t do that if you don’t let me help you,’

You could see more tears start to well up in his eyes and panicked slightly, brain running a mile a minute to try and come up with something — anything — that could help make this situation better only to keep coming back with nothing. Leaving you gaping like a fish out of water, completely at a loss as you sought out any sort of solution.

So completely and utterly caught up in your inner turmoil that you didn’t notice Finny shifting again until he’d already launched himself forwards and tackled you to the ground in a tearful, almost bone-crushing, hug.

————

The moment you hit the floor you froze, unable to even react when the apologies started falling from his lips and the salt of his tears dripped down and gathered in the dips of your collarbone. Mind racing so fast that your body was unable to catch up, just barely processing the sting of your back as it started to fade and registering the weight of his body atop your own as he obliviously settled between your legs — pressing his crotch against your own as he tearily begged for your forgiveness.

But once you finally regained your bearings, you were quick to comfort him — raising yourself up on your elbows and moving to brush some fly-away hairs out of his face. Shushing him and whispering reassurances whilst caressing the sides of his face and brushing away his tears with a feather light touch. A few dozen 'it's okay's and 'I believe you's and 'I've got you's coming from your bitten lips as easily as breath — your tone sweet and genuine but no less firm for it, grounding him bit by bit with your repetitions until he was no longer sobbing and clinging to you like you’d scatter like pollen in the wind once he let go.

But the moment he pulled away enough to look you in the eyes, soft lips quivering and forest green eyes fretful and wet, whatever confidence you’d managed to scrape together was washed away — leaving your mind scattered and lost like a well-worn ship at sea. Grasping for some semblance of coherency as you faltered and floundered and flustered under that wide-eyed, gemstone gaze — stammering and stuttering and tripping over your knotted tongue until you finally managed to blurt out something.

‘You’re beautiful,’

Finny faltered under your unexpected praise, doe eyes widening a fraction as a wave of blushing, startled pink slowly spread up from his collarbone to his cheeks. He swallowed and your eyes flicked down to watch his Adam’s Apple bob up and down — had your throat always been this dry? — before he offered a response that was closer to a squeak than a question.

‘What?’

For a split second you considered backing out and backing down. Contemplated spewing a hundred excuses that felt a thousand times more hollow than the cracked cocoons he’d brought in from the garden earlier that week and that burned the tongue more than the fire that was blazing just beneath the skin of your face and throat. Lying to his face and fleeing, going back to the manor and asking Meyrin to just bite the bullet and apologise…

But you didn’t.

‘I… I said that you’re beautiful, Finny,’ god it felt good to finally say that out loud, relief flooding your veins even as your hands trembled as they touched his burning cheek and as your heart beat so loudly that you could barely hear yourself think.

‘You-You really think that?’

Green eyes — greener than the flourishing plants to which he tended, greener than the perfectly polished gemstones that decorated the themed jewellery worn by the young madam for the summer gala, greener than anything you’d ever seen — glinted with a sort of hope that you couldn’t quite place, clouded with a hesitance you knew all too well and yet still shining brightly through it all.

‘Of course I do!’ You responded firmly, shocked by your own sureness as you coughed into your fist and continued in something just above a whisper, averting your eyes to a suddenly very interesting fraction of plant pot as you spoke. ‘I always have,’

He was silent for a few moments and you felt your heart sink, blood pumping deafeningly in your ears as you started to panic. Thoughts of losing any chance to be with him, of losing your job, of losing your place all buzzing around your mind like a malicious storm — tears welling up in your eyes as it all became too much. Too much. Too much.

But then you felt a work calloused hand on the side of your face — rough thumb wiping away your shed tears with an unmatched gentleness and it all stopped. Silence, once again, until you finally turned your head and received a wordless acceptance of your confession.

A kiss so harsh and passionate that it sent you crashing back down onto the tiled floor — your own hands flying up to bury themselves in his hair as he deepened the kiss. Your lips parted in a startled gasp, which was eagerly swallowed by Finny’s soft lips and before long you found yourself lost in the moment: tilting your head in time with his own, experimentally gliding your tongue along his and delighting in the way you felt him shiver and groan, carding your hands through his messy blond hair and relishing in the way you felt him melt into you even further. Loved and loving and messy and passionate but pure.

Pure until he lent forwards in just the right way and pressed his crotch directly down against your already wet sex — the scratchy material of his uniform catching on the smooth cotton of your drawers to create a sinful combination of sensations that immediately coaxed a moan from your throat. A sound that sent a shockwave of heat straight to his own centre as you felt him starting to harden against your sex.

A sound that he swallowed just as eagerly as before until his mind caught up with his body and he realised just what had happened. Mortified, then, he started to pull away — the motion causing his length to brush against your slit once again and coaxing a fresh moan from you that had him reddening further — apologies already forming on the tip of his tongue and fretful tears brimming in his eyes as he went to speak. Though before he was able to get a word out, he was swiftly interrupted by your breathy plea and your soft hands gently tugging him back down, offering him an opportunity that had him letting out a whimper of his own.

‘Please, Finny, don’t stop,’

And, thankfully, he didn’t.

————

You were clumsy at first — both of you were — jittery with nerves and jerky with inexperience but still somehow able to make it work as you settled into something resembling an actual rhythm. Wrapping your stocking-clad legs around his waist and pulling him down against you whilst he ground his hips against yours — clothed erection hard and throbbing as it rubbed against your needy pussy, creating a delicious sort of friction that had you soaking through your undergarments far quicker than you'd like to admit. So wet that you were sure that you were starting to dampen the outside of his trousers, but if he felt anything he never made a point to mention it.

It was fast and rough and messy, your mutual desperation for release and for each other bleeding into your every action like water trickling from a stream to the sea. Clear as crystal through the way you arched your back up into his chest and one of those wonderfully gentle hands immediately wrapped around and beneath you to pull you closer to him. Apparent in the way neither of you made any effort to break the kiss, only separating by the merest of millimetres every few moments to catch your breath before diving forwards once again; lips and chins and cheeks smeared with saliva as you moaned and groaned and whimpered against each other, utterly oblivious (or, perhaps, apathetic) of the mess you'd made of yourselves. Obvious in the way that you moved against and with each other: circular grinding, bucking in tandem, downwards thrusts and so on — chasing those individual highs together as you held each other tighter and tighter and tighter.

Tighter until you could barely breath and it still wasn't enough. Though, by now, in the state you were in, even becoming one wouldn't be close enough — you just needed him. Needed his hands on your body, his lips on your own and you needed to make him feel good.

To make him moan and whine and gasp and say your name in that light and airy voice of his again and again and again. The need to pleasure him overwhelming what remained of your coherent mind until you were unable to stand it anymore and finally let yourself give in to that impulse.

Ever so slowly you started to inch your hand lower and lower between your bodies, cautiously palming his hard cock through the scratchy fabric of his uniform — coaxing a deep moan from the base of his throat that sent another wave of pleasure straight to your core. Then, after a short while of slow, gentle groping, you finally built up the confidence to reach into his trousers and wrap your soft hand around his throbbing dick — moaning at the feeling of its weight in your palm as you started to clumsily jerk him off.

Slowly — slowly — you traced your loose fist along his length, fisting from twitching base to swollen tip once, then twice, and again and again and again. Settling into a comfortable rhythm that had his hips bucking into your hand and him moaning and groaning against your lips — sounds and actions so erotic that you couldn't help but start to grind up against him in return, seeking stimulation for your throbbing, needy cunt. Aching for his dick, so painfully thick that you could already anticipate the stretch that would happen once he was finally inside of you; the mouthwatering sting that you were already craving through the lustful, heavy fog of your mind.

Though what few coherent thoughts you managed to scrape together soon dissipated once Finny broke the kiss and leaned downwards to press his lips to the underside of your jaw. Stealing your awareness and your breath with every peck of his addictively soft lips against your skin as he trailed kisses along your jaw, down the column of your throat, over your pulse point and down further to your collarbone before making his way back upwards. A rhythm all of his own that had you panting and whimpering and moaning — one hand in his hair and the other still wrapped around his throbbing length.

As moments turned to seconds turned to minutes you lost yourself to the feeling of his lips and hands on your body — all trails of thought leading back to him: his clothed cock grinding against your sodden panties, creating a delicious friction that drove you closer to the edge with every buck and grind; his soft lips, gentle still in spite of everything he was made to be, which he lovingly trailed along the arc of your neck and which curved handsomely upwards when your pulse jumped beneath his feather-light touch; his warm, work-rough hands, which held onto you with a strength and tenderness that had your pussy aching and that nervously massaged your breasts with an uncertainness that you were near-certain was reflected in your own clumsy ministrations.

The humid air of the conservatory mixed with the flustered flame burning beneath your own skin to create a cocktail of sweat and slick and precum that soiled your work clothes and cling to your skin in a way that you'd have hated had you been in the mind to recognise it. Though both of you were too far gone to even acknowledge the world beyond yourselves — beyond the hot skin, the soft mouths, the grinding of sex on sex only kept modest by the thinnest layers of cloth, the moans and groans and whimpers and sighs — everything else having faded away the moment that his clothed cock brushed against your needy, covered cunt all those minutes ago.

Then all at once something snaps. Finny's pace stutters and jerks as he lets out a sound somewhere between a sob and a whimper against the crook of your neck — hot, throbbing dick spurting his release in waves that cover your hand and soak into his trousers. Whining and sobbing as he presses his shaking hips harshly downwards, button catching against your neglected clit in a single, rough brushing of drenched cotton against plaid that had you falling over the edge of climax mere moments later.

It was all you wanted it to be and so much more: your vision was invaded with flashing blurs of white, stark as fireworks on a clear and moonless night as they clung stubbornly to the insides of your eyelids; your thighs and pussy and underwear were soaked through with your slick, wetness gushing out unbidden until you were coated so thoroughly that you couldn’t even move without noticing it’s cool and lewd presence on your gooseflesh-ridden skin; your heart was pounding madly, so loud and quick that your hearing was overwhelmed with the sound of the blood rushing in your ears that you could barely even hear yourself moaning and whining and groaning and panting; your limbs were trembling so badly that if it weren’t for Finny’s unrelenting grip that you were sure you’d have collapsed into a pleasure-ridden mass of writhing limbs.

Grounded only by the feeling of his lips on your skin as you both came down from your highs — by the way his messy hair felt beneath your fingertips as you soothed and massages his scalp. Sated by his warm weight on your body as he finally collapsed on top of you, wrapping you up in a loose hug as he just panted and gasped and regained his composure — all the while burying his reddened face in your chest. Kept sane by the feeling of the cold tile beneath your head as you finally gave in and laid back down on the floor, the pleasant chill helping you find your peace as you let yourself relax and catch your breath properly.

You could have stayed there forever if given the chance, laying in his arms saturated with a pleasure unlike any you’d experienced before, and gladly would have had it not been for a less than ideal interruption. The sort that had both of you rushing to readjust your uniforms and hide the evidence of what had taken place as best you could — all burning cheeks and terrified looks and shaking hands — not wanting to be seen in such a delicate state.

The clicking of heels. The humming of a lilting feminine voice. The silhouette of a telltale maid’s dress dancing across the front of the greenhouse.

Oh dear.

[thesweetestcupcakesstuff]

I made a Sebastian x Meyrin fankid,her name is Luna and here's some fun tidbits/facts about her:

1:her birthday is on January 15th

2:her full name is Lunaria Changxi Michaelis

3:her favorite foods include limes and lemons

4:she's ambidextrous

5:she's fluent in both English and Chinese 

6:she has a black cat named Odysseus(after a crater on Saturn's moon Tethys)

7: she's aroace

[the-letter-horror-lover]

Kuroshitsuji x Reader Oneshot]

Ashestospace

Summary:

This is a Oneshot book I been working on for the past few months with the Kuroshitsuji Characters. My writing is not the best but I love sharing these little stories with these characters from the Series. There's Fluff, angst, and lemon. I take request as well if anyone is interested. All these characters belong to Yana.

Chapter 1: Ciel x maid!reader Part 1

Chapter Text

Ciel Phantomhive x Maid!reader

It's been almost 2 years and a half since I been working in the Phantomhive Manor and by each passing day, it feels more like home too me. I smile softly as I clean a teacup with a rag, I can still remember like it was yesterday, Since My dear Master and Sebastian found me in that old forsaking place I used to 'live' in. A soft sigh escapes my lips as I place the cup down. Keep it together Y/n, there's no room to remember the harsh past. The priority in this life now is to keep the Manor at least in one piece and protect that young lord and everyone that have come to become so close as family to me.

I step off the little stool I was standing up on while I watch the dishes. Softly rubbing my hands as I look around the kitchen, everything was finally clean and in shape. A smile rose to my face as a place my hands on my hips. "Finally we can gladly say this place is in one p-".

-Clash!-

-sounds of people screaming from afar-

"Yyyy/nnnn!!!" Finnian's panic voice called out from outside the backyard. My shoulders dropdown. "Of course it was too good to last" I mutter out under my breath as I quickly ran out to the backyard. Once outside my jaw nearly drop as my eyes winded by the mess am witnessing. Finnian is holding a tree trunk while sobbing. while Meyrin, Bardroy, and Snake try to put down a small fire that covers the flowers in the garden. Some statues in the distant where destroy as with some trees also. The poor garden! Completely destroy!

"Now what in the bloody blazes is happening here!?" I shouted as I ran down the stairs case to them. Anger but mostly worry and panic covering my facial features. "We are very sorry Miss Y/n yes we are! W-we try to plant some flowers that the master order b-but one of those nasty rabbits where eating th-the flowers a-" Meyrin tried to explain. "I try to catch it but I ended up destroying the flowers we planted, Waaah!" Finnian cut in as he cried his eyes out. He holds on to my dress as he kept apologizing to me. I looked back at the rest as they looked away in shame. Another sigh escapes my mouth as I softly patted Finnian strawberry blonde head, trying to calm him down. This isn't the first time this has happened, its clear but I could never bring myself to be actually mad at any of them for real.

"There, there Finnian don't cry. Take big breaths and clean does tears. Can someone get me a bucket of water to put out that fire, Sebastian can not see this mess" I quickly order out. Even though being only 2 years older than the young master I been treated like a young adult already like him by my behavior and strict demeanor when it came to a serious situation. The 4 of them stood up straight and give me their usual 'yes Ma'am' before scattering in different directions to look for say bucket of water.

I rubbed my temples as I looked around again. This is not good, if Sebastian sees this we might not see the light of day by his wrath! I can not take getting scold by him again. Panic was taking over me as I looked back at the mess. "Oh dear..." I mumbled out fidgeting with the end of my sleeves. I saw Bard ran back and FINALLY put out the fire. Everyone let out a sigh of relief, quickly they cheer between each other. "See? What I told ya! we totally got this under control! We don't need Sebastian to keep everything tidy!" Bard says as he flexes his bicep while holding it. Grinning to himself with his eyes closed as he smiles at the rest.

"Bard please watch your mouth, Seba-" I cut myself off as Sebastians tall dark figure pass by me and made his way over to Bardroy whose back was facing him. "What was that Y/-Yaoow!!" Sebastian hit Bardroy right on the head, which he quickly hold on too. "Now what happened here? Hmm?" Sebastian's low but soothing voice said as he looked back at them with a close eye smile. A dark and scary Aura was clearly visible from our view as his faked smile was still present. "M-mister Sebastian! W-we can e-explain!" Finnian exclaimed as he waved his arms around in panic while already tearing up again, Meyrin covers her face as Snake stood quiet. All of them once again in a panic.

" There isn't enough time for explanations, the young master will be going out later in the evening and tea time is in a few minutes. Y/n can you please be a dear and get the young master his tea and treat for the evening before departing? I will.." He sighs deeply as he looked around then back to the servants. "handle this.." He almost mutters out."Right away" I said as a bow before walking inside quickly. There was no way in God's name I will be around when Sebastian is about to unleash full hell on the servants because of their careless acts. I do hope he goes a bit easier this time on them. One can truly wish, but that was clearly not happening.

I quickly hurried down the halls to the Young lord's study, the cart was conveniently set to the side of the door practically waiting for me to take it in. I dusted off my dress before nervously knocking on the door. I was trying to hold back the blush trying to rise up on my cheeks by the idea of Going inside to the Master's studies....alone..with him... "Enter" a bored tone came from the other side of the wooden door, which can only belong to My dear Young Master. A smile dared to come to my lips as an open up the door and push the cart in. There I saw him, he was sitting in his big office chair while writing down on some papers on his desk. He had such a neutral expression on. The expression that I always try to decipher into what might be going through his head. "Good evening Young Master," I said as I stop the cart next to him. His head quickly shot over to my direction as he blinked a few times as he looked at me. He seemed like he wasn't expecting me at all. It quickly gave me a weird feeling in my chest, but ignore it as I serve him tea. "Good evening Y/N..." He mumbled out as he lay back on his chair as he looked at me quietly. I could actually feel my stomach flipping and turning by his gaze on me. "Where's Sebastian?" He asked as he watches me place his plate of strawberry cake down with a cup of tea in front of him. "Oh well you see my lord, something came up. He will return soon" I said politely as I looked at him. "Let me guess, those buffoons messed up the Garden again?" He asked as he sips on his tea with an unamused look. I sigh softly before smiling a bit. "Yes my lord, it seems they have accidentally ruined some flowers in the garden...again" I mumble out.

A small 'tch' noise came out of him as he looked down at his piece of cake. "Of course, I'm not even surprised." He mumbles out. I stood next to him as he finishes off his piece of cake before grabbing the plate and setting it down on the cart. "Well if that is all I will leave you then Young lord, Sebastian did say you two will be leaving later so I will make sure to get all your things ready," I said as I bow down. I need to get out of here, the longer I stay alone with him the more I feel my heart about to come out of my chest. I turn around to leave before his voice stops me in my tracks.

"Y/n" he said from where he sat. My heart skipped a bit as I slowly turn around. His chin was resting on the palm of his hand as he looked at me. His sky blue eye carefully studies me as I clearly knew I had a surprised look on my face. "Y..yes my Lord?" I stutter out. Dear Y/n you must look like a fool to stutter something so simple!. I curse at myself as gulp down the knot on my throat. He still had the neutral look on his face but deep down as I kept looking in his eye I swear I could see..amusement in them? No...Some types of mischief might suit it more. But whatever it was it felt like it was eating me whole with such a simple look. "The Queen has sent me out to investigate something out of town that involves a case of recent disappearing of young children and woman, I will like you to come with me and Sebastian to check it out." He calmly explains. This took me back completely. He never needs me in cases, and I usually only leave the Manor to go out to buy what we need. This is quite odd, but I can't just refuse. This might even be a change to might get closer to h- dear heavens Y/n get your heads out of the clouds! "I will gladly accompany you my lord," I said in a confident tone.

He hums in approval of my respond. "Good, Sebastian will bring your clothing to your room" he added, "We will be attending a normal public gathering down the docks. It's some type of Summer festival, so you will need causal clothing" Sebastian suddenly spoke out from behind me. I jump slightly as I quickly turn around to look at him pass by me. When did he even get in!?!? He needs to STOP doing that. I hold onto my chest as I watch him chuckled at my reaction.

Ciel sends him a rather annoy looked but quickly brushes it off as he stared back at me. "Hopefully we can find a start on the leading of this investigation, whoever is involved seems to be more interesting in young girls and boys. So you and I will be what you will say the bait in this little game of whoever is behind this." Ciel said as he fidgets with his pen in hand as he watches my expression go serious as I listen. "Alright, so if we do end up finding whoever it is and he tries to get us before Mister Sebastian is around.." I looked down before looking at Ciel with a serious look. "I will take him down once you order," I said in a serious low tone.

"Hm, very good," Ciel said as he pushes his papers away to the side. He felt his heartbeat raising and he didn't understand why. Was it because of the way you seem so overprotective of him? Or was it the way you talk that drove him to the excitement on what will happen? Sebastian watches quietly as the smile or his face grew slightly.

"Well since Miss Y/N knows what's the plan, Why don't we get ready Young lord?" Sebastian said as he leans behind Ciel's chair to pull it back. Ciel sigh as he stood up. "Might as well get it over with, can't keep the Queen waiting." The young Earl said as he started to walk out of the room. Y/N bowed as she waited for him to pass before following. Sebastian closes the door behind him. "I already place your clothing in your room Y/n, do get ready. I will get you in a few before we leave" Sebastian instructed to the small young maid. "Yes sir, please excuse me." Y/n said as she quickly bowed again and walked off to her room. Ciel quietly watches her walked off out of sight in the hallway as he holds his cane. "Don't stare too long my Lord" Sebastian said in a teasing tone snapping the young boy out of his trance. "Be quiet" he quickly said as he shakes his head slightly, his cheeks a soft color of pink as he walked off to his room with his butler in black following along. This will be awfully fun to watch... Sebastian thought to himself as he smirked.

Y/n close the door behind her letting her body softly slide down to the floor. She couldn't help by smile widely as she holds her pink cheeks in her hands. He wants me to help in a case??? He wants me to investigate alone...with him...he trusts me enough to help him out!?. Y/n softly patted her cheeks as she looked down still smiling. Her hand softly reaching up to the end of the bow that held her hair up. It was a black color that luckily fitted her maid uniform. Her smile grew as she felt her blush worsen by the thoughts that started filling her mind. I remember when he gave it to me... She looked up to her bed before standing up. Looking at the attire that Sebastian had picked out for her. It was a rather simple white and blue dress, with long sleeves and skirt that reach down below the knees. It was simple but cute. I can't fail this mission..no matter what happens... I will protect the young master..just as he protected me...

After a few hours of getting ready they where all ready to go. Bardroy was helping Sebastian get some luggage into the carriage as they prepare to leave. "We won't be out for too long, do not break or destroy anything while we are gone" Sebastian demanded as he looked at the 4 servants smiling at him unfazed by his little threat. "Yes, sir!" They all said. Finnian ran over to help Ciel up the carriage, but stop to pull Y/n in a tight hug before helping her in also. "Take care Y/N please be careful will you?" He said worried as he held into the female's shoulders. Y/n let out a small giggle at the little farmers worried actions. "I will don't need to worry Finny" she patted his head softly as she pushes some of his hair off his face. Ciel looked at them interact before looking away irritated. "Hurry up will you know, we don't have all day" He mutters out. Y/N looked over to him before getting up into the carriage, waving to the rest goodbye. Sebastian hum slightly at this as he got in as well.

I place my hands on my lap as I looked out the window. Its been quite the while since I been out of the Manor. "The dress looks quite lovely on you Y/n, glad it's a good fit on you" Sebastian brought me back to reality as I looked over to him. "O-oh thank you, Sebastian, that's kind of you to say" I smiled at him as a blush creeps on my cheeks now feeling both their attention on me now. "What do you think master, I did choose a good one for her didn't I?" Sebastian said looking at the boy taking him off guard by the question. Ciel clears his throat as he looked at Y/n. "It looks..quite lovely on you, it does fit you perfectly." A soft blush rose to his cheeks as he spoke. But poor Y/n face was a bright pink before looking away quickly. "T-thank you.." She whispers out. Sebastian let out a small chuckle as he sighs. Amusing indeed...

A few hours pass before they arrived out of the city and to the coast, Sebastian helps both the young lord and Y/n out of the carriage and they soon were greeted by music and people celebrating as kids run passed them. Whatever this festival was about, was clearly taking over the whole town and businesses. Ciel quietly looked around the streets were filled with people. "It's better for us to head to the hotel and get settled before we start to look around my lord" Sebastian suggested as he looked around the crowds of people walking around. "Hm alright it will be better anyways" Ciel holds into his cane as They started to walk down the streets. Y/n looked around amazed by the decorations the whole city had put together for this festival. Not even noticing that her spacing out of the decorations was making her trail off a bit far away from Ciel and Sebastian. Whom he turns around to glance back only to see her far away looking into a store window smiling to herself.

I glanced down at the stuff animals in the shop window. It was one of the lords business Bitter rabbits! I always thought they look so cute with the stitched up clothes. Before I look over to the other toys someone suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me to start walking. Easily I start to panic out but soon calm down seeing the young lord was the one dragging me along. I stared at the back of his head as we walk. "You should be more careful....a lady such as yourself can be easily lost here or worse..." He said loud enough for me to hear as he glances over to me. His blue eyes showing something out of place to me I couldn't explain if I could. It sends a light shiver down my spine as I looked down at his hand holding my wrist. Too close...

He leads us back to where Sebastian was waiting for us at the entrance of the hotel. He waited for us to catch up before heading inside. We waited quietly for our room. The heat of my face was coming back as I notice the young lord's hands still holding mine. He must have not noticed this or something cause he seemed unconsciously intertwine his fingers with mine. I looked back up at him a bit shyly and nervous than usual. He was talking to Sebastian about something but I couldn't even concentrate on what! This was too distracting

"Did you heard that Y/n?"Ciel said as he looked at hee. The short girl snapped out of it as she blinked at him. "Huh???" She said dumbfounded on what he said. "I said we will be sharing all the same room, but there will be more than one bed so you don't have to worry much it will only be for a day or two." Ciel said. "Were you even listening?" Sebastian added with a raised brow.

I laugh nervously. "My apologies, I might have zoned out while waiting.." She scratches her cheek with her free hand. How cute... He couldn't help it but find her behavior simply adorable. He finds your shy side so uncontrollably cute and appealing to him. He just wanted to tease you more if he could. God how he wanted too... It was strange for him to admit too this, that he thought things like this from someone else other than his fiance, but it was simply impossible. It was getting harder and harder every day for him to stop thinking about you constantly. "Let us get going then," Sebastian said as he leads them to their room a few floors up.

Once we got on the room Sebastian place all the things down. "Well let us get started shall we?" He said going straight to the point. But soon stop as he clear his throat as he looked over to his Master hand still holding you'rs. Ciel's poor face flushed pink quickly as he let go. "Yes, of course, we already know where he's going to strike, we just need to know when and whom and what area of the festival will be his next target might be," Ciel said trying to play it off as he walked to the bed and sat down. You blink a few times as you thought. "Wouldn't it be better to look around the places where we can infer that the kidnapping might take place? The festival has plenty of places where any of this can happen" She though out loud as she walked around the room back and forth. "Hm..you're right on that, Sebastian scout all the different areas that may be possible for this" Ciel said as he softly rubbed the ring on his "Yes my lord," Sebastian said as he places his hand on his chest. Going over to the luggage and taking some clothes off. "Better get change into this then if we're going to start then" Sebastian added as he pulls out Ciels costume for this case. Which he signs heavily. "...great..." he said with dread in his tone.

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After we got ready Sebastian went ahead to look around leaving me and the Young master alone looking around by ourselves. Everything seems normal as we roam around. Everywhere we go there was some kind of attraction or market out. Many people cheering and enjoying themselves. "This is quite the entertainment for many people isn't my lord?" I said as I looked back at him. He had his usual bored look on his face as he looked to the small booth of games. "It will be for most, but this is mostly just filthy games that are made to scam people" he mumbled out. I crack a small smile at him. "Awe come on it's not all that bad, how..how about we try one! S-since you know nothing much has happened and it's still pretty early.." I fidget with my hands. He glanced back at me before sighing. "Fine so be it, which game do you want to try?" He asked with a raised brow. "O-oh! Uh, umm...how about that one, with the balls and towers?" I pointed it out I didn't think he'll agree... It seems simple enough. It was your typical throw a ball and hit the tower to get a prize. He hums slightly before heading over to it, I quickly trail behind him. "Two please," he said at the old man behind the booth. He didn't say much other than hand over the balls and take Ciel's money. "Here go first," he said handing me one of the balls. A took it, looking at the target before easily hitting it down. I smile widely as a clap my hands together. "Yes! I got it on the first try!" I cheer, I looked back at Ciel "you try to know!" I exclaim giving him the ball. "Me?" He blurts out taken back "you're the one who wanted to play this silly game," he said crossing his arms. "Yeah but... I also wish for you to have a bit of fun too my lord.." I said smiling at him. He thought for a moment before sighing deeply. "Fine only once.." He mumbles out as he grabbed the ball and looked at the small tower. He threw the ball and...missed, oh dear. "Oh no, well at-" "let me do it again" he cut me off as he threw another ball at it. It only knocks half of the tower down. "Oh, you hit it!" I said clapping again. Ciel smirks slightly satisfied that he got it. There was no way he was gonna look bad in front of a lady, let alone you of all people.

"Here's your prize" mumble out the old man as he handed me a small stuff animal. "Oh thank you, sir," I said grabbing the small animal. "That wasn't that bad, now was it my lord?" She said looking at him. "...let us do another one" Ciel blurt out as he looked at another booth. I blinked several times at this before smiling at him. It won't do any harm if we play a bit, its still to early for anything to happen yet "Um okay, Just one more though...we still have a case to solve after all " I added as she followed her master. I can for sure give her a bigger prize than that. Ciel thought to himself as he walked in front of another booth. Slamming a few coins in the counter. "Two please"

One game went to two and to two to five. They almost ended up playing many of the game around while Ciel failing in half of them but still managing to get you at least one big stuff bear which had you blushing madly but still smiling in gratitude by his efforts on winning you a prize. Somehow we both manage to have a bit of actual much fun, Ciel actually seemed to be enjoying himself as he let out a small laugh or two over my excitement or praise of him winning any game. "Where to next my lord?" I said as I looked up to the sky, it was full of stars already. Nothing seemed to happen yet..maybe..we haven't noticed yet? "Ciel" he suddenly said in a serious tone. "I beg y-your pardon?" I blurt outback as I stared at him wide-eyed. "I want you to call me Ciel, at least when we are alone. I don't like you saying 'young master' all the times it gets on my nerves" he confessed as he scratch on his neck as he looked to the side. "O-oh okay, if you said so...Ciel.." I whisper out his name and practically letting it roll out my tongue for the first time. A blush manages to creep on both our faces because of that simple moment. "L-lets get going, then I think I saw caramel apples up ahead and I'm starving over here by all of this walking, and the fact that nothing is happen yet is even more tiring," he said as he continues to walk forward. "Alright, I am quite hungry t-oah!" My heel got stuck in a crack on the ground. My body going forward as I began to fall. I close my eyes waiting to feel the floor greet my face but it never came. The only thing I could feel was the embrace of someone holding my body tightly as they tried not to fall themselves. I slowly open my e/c to meet a blue one that was looking directly at me with surprise and worried. "A..are you alright?..." He breathes out as he looked at me. "Y-yeah I think so..." I whisper out. I felt my heart beating against my chest madly and I knew he could feel it too with how close we were. But we still didn't move we just stood like that. With me in his arms staring at each other as our face got worse with the second as the heat arose. "Ci-Ciel..?" I whisper out as I softly hold into his shoulders. I can't look away... I can't...The navy blue-haired boy was leaning forward by just hearing her voice. "Yes Y/n?..." He whispers out. He felt like his heart was about to come out of his chest. Has she always been this beautiful? He didn't want to look away from her, it was like he was completely hypothesized by her. "I-i t-"

"Ciel? Is that you over there?" A rather high pitched voice called out from afar. He quickly turns away over to the voice direction. They both quickly let go of each other. Oh no, why here of all places? And why now!

Chapter 2: Ciel x maid! Reader part 2

Summary:

Second and last part from the first chapter posted for Ciels Oneshot, Ciels and the reader's little fun time has been caught short and brought back to the mission in hand.

Chapter Text

~Previously~

"C-Ciel?.." I manage to whisper out. The navy blue-haired boy could only lean closer at her voice. "Yes Y/n...?" He whispers out to her. He couldn't tear his eyes from her... He felt like his heart was about to come out of his chest. Has she always been this beautiful? He didn't want to look away from her, it was like he was completely hypothesized by her. "I-i t-"

"Ciiieel? Is that you over there?" A rather high pitched voice called out from afar. He quickly turns away over to the voice direction. They both quickly let go of each other. Oh no, why here of all places? And why now!

As soon as they parted away, they quickly got their composure as they looked over to the well familiar blonde-haired girl who tried to get to them with her maid trailing behind her calling for her to wait. She wasn't completely in their field of view but it was hard not to miss her. In a quick panic, many things flooded Ciel's mind. Why is Elizabeth here?! Seem to be the first thing to pop on his mind. And what is she gonna think once she sees him in this silly outfit his wearing?. In a sudden swift movement, Ciel's and your vision were a blur as you two got grabbed and carried away in a blink of an eye behind a stand. Sebastian standing tall as he shields them from the blonde girl who passes by. Looking quite confused as she swore she saw the familiar blue navy, haired boy.

A loud sigh of relief escape both of us. "that was a close call.." Sebastian said with an almost teasing smile as he steps back. "uh yeah.." I mumble out as a let my body relax, I didn't even notice how tense that situation got me. Ciel seemed to be the same as he peeks his head out the stand over to see Elizabeth walking away. "Sebastian did you knew Lizzy will be attending the festival?" he said to his butler with anger and annoyment in his tone. Sebastian only closes his eyes as he smiles and places his hand on where his heart was supposed to be. " I did not my lord, if I knew Lady Midford was attending I would have told you." he simply said as he kept smiling at his young master. "but I do have to ask my lord, what where you two doing be-" "Nothing, lets move before Lizzy ends up actually spotting us" Ciel quickly interrupted the butler as he started walking away. Ciel's cheeks were burning up as he tried playing it off, both his servants following behind his heels.

I softly played with the end of my sleeves as I followed them. what was he going to do moments ago? was he?..no no..he wasn't..was he? I could feel my cheeks heat up by the thought. Sebastian cleared his throat as he kept following the young boy. "While I was searching the area, I might have found some odd activities coming from a stand-up, its a magic performance and it seems to be popular so far with what I have seen. It seems to be catching everyone's eye." Sebastian said as Ciel look back at him. " What's the odd activity that catches your eye?" Ciel asks with a raised eyebrow. "Well the host seemed pretty normal, a man in his late 30's I presume. But he works alone and his performance and acts seemed to be suspiciously impressive for just a man to do by himself" he said as he thought out loud. "As in...acts of disappearing certain objects and making them reappear. I watch carefully but haven't managed to understand how he's doing it, with permission I would suggest keeping an eye on that performer my lord" he added. "Hm...very well, lets head over and see this so-called magician," Ciel said waving a hand uninterested.

As we made our way over to where the so-called magician was performing, it was already crowded with a handful of people. I jump slightly on my heels trying to peak over the crowd. No use the only thing I could see was the mere outline of whoever was performing. "Let's try getting closer," I told Ciel who couldn't see either from where we stood. A sudden spark of confidence washing me as I grab his hand and made my way through the crowd and to the front. The heat on my cheek daring to come back as I gently let go of his hand as soon as we got to the front.

My attention quickly went to the stage in front of us, a tall man dress up in a tuxedo held a top hat as he showed it to the crowd, it was empty on the inside. He then looks inside of it, reaching inside to pull out a tight up handkerchief of different colors. The crowd started clapping impress by the stunt that the magician pull. It seemed pretty simple, nothing so drastic. He continues to pull out more simple tricks, cards, pigeons, all of them simple and small to catch the eyes of the kids that look mesmerized by all of it. Ciel didn't seem to impress what so ever. Starting too think it was a waste of time, but before he turns over to pull you away to leave he took a glance at your smiling face. It wasn't overjoyed or amaze by the silly little tricks. You were giving those rare genuine smiles that seem so rare to the sight of seeing all these little kids so cheerful with their friends and family. The idea of it made you feel a bit sad but at ease that these kids were having at least a sense of fun in all of this. Ciel quietly stares at you, his heart suddenly pounding against his chest again as he reaches over to grab your hand. Your surprise look almost made it beat out his chest as he clear his throat. "Let us get moving... I don't think there are any signs of anything bad here.." He said loud enough for you to hear. "Oh, o-okay then" you mumble out smiling at him slightly looking down at his hand and yours. You ignored the squeezing feeling in your chest as you both started to walk away.

"Now for my next act! I will make someone Disappear! Any volunteers?" We both stop on our tracks as we looked back at the stage. The children around us quickly raise their hands wanting to get chosen. The man looked around the crowd before his eyes landed on a girl barely next to me. "You there come on up!" The man said as he encourages the girl to go upstage. The girl quickly run-up to the stage excitedly as she stood next to the man. "Now lady's and gentlemen, boy and girls ill make this lovely Volunteer disappear in the county of 3!" He said as he pulls out a long purple cloak and places it on top of the girl. "There's no way" Ciel said as he watches. "One....two....three!" He quickly removed the cloak from where the girl stood.

[troycattribunny]

I HATE when I talk about Meyrin x Sebastian and Ciel x Lizzy and fucking Sebaciel shippers go "MEYRIN??? HAS DEVELOPMENT WITH SEBASTIAN???" Uh yeah? The same amount of development as your shitty ship-

[ewitsmelody]

Ahem

I will never take this back. Ever.

Mey-Rin x Sebastian?? *chefs kiss* MEY-RIN IS LITERALLY AN ADORABLE SNIPER WHO CAN KILL ANYONE BUT WITH HER GLASSES ON WOULD MOST LIKELY APOLOGIZE AFTER AND SEBASTIAN IS A HOT ASF DEMON. MEYRIN DESERVES LOVE. NEVER WILL I TAKE THIS BACK. I LOVE THIS SHIP MORE THAN I LOVE MYSELF. 

[itshannan4u]

Actually Sebastian is the first person to treat Mey-Rin as a woman ...

I think that she’s really in love with him

[fragmentedshards]

The Final Curtain, Chapter Seventeen

Disclosing Not His Lover

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The night of the party arrived more swiftly than they expected. With the addition of the servants, their party had grown considerably. It was decided that Bryony would stay at the manor and help Tanaka care for Ephraim, and since Snake had no interest in attending a fancy ball, he took on the task of looking after the ballerina. The others would all go as one; Ciel, Elizabeth, Prince Soma, Lau, Ran Mao, Sebastian, Paula, Agni, Bardroy, Mei Rin, Finny, Matilda, and to Matilda’s great surprise and joy, Undertaker himself.

“You’ll really attend?” she exclaimed happily when he ventured to the manor to tell her the news.

“Of course dearie,” he chuckled. “I might not be one to frequent these parties myself, but as your husband and escort, I ought to go and keep watch, oughtn’t I?”

Matilda rushed to embrace the mortician gleefully, then looked up at him through his bangs. “What about Grell, is she coming?”

Undertaker stroked Matilda’s hair, which she had taken to wearing tied back these days rather than letting her curls explode like she ordinarily did. “I think William stuck her with some paperwork. Besides,” he added dolefully. “I don’t think she enjoys these as much anymore, partly because she remembers Madam Red, and partly because she can’t wear dresses the way she wants to.”

“I’ve been working on something that may help her!” the maid grinned, cupping her husband’s face. He smiled down at her, full of admiration. “Tell her to just hold on!”

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Paula helped Lady Elizabeth into her favorite crimson dress, adding a white mask with tiny red roses around the eyes. “Oh, Paula, don’t forget,” the young lady reminded her maid, who smiled coyly at her before reaching for Lady Elizabeth’s secret weapon to hide it in the back of her dress.

“I’m so happy to see you finally putting all that training to use,” Paula gushed as she tied all of Lady Elizabeth’s many fastenings. “It’s been torturous to watch you pushed aside all this time, milady, simply torturous.”

Elizabeth smiled at her faithful Paula, trying to shake away her nervousness.

Meanwhile in another room, Ciel glowered at his reflection as Sebastian dressed him. Viscount Druitt’s party was not so much a costume ball as it was a masquerade ball, so instead of wearing a full costume the earl merely donned fine evening clothing with a black lace mask over the top half of his face.

“Frankly, it’s a relief to have this off from time to time,” he said as he undid the string of his eyepatch. “I may as well leave it off when I’m at home, now that everyone knows. At any rate, this mask covers my eyes well enough so nobody can tell.”

Sebastian, having finished dressing the earl, bowed and headed downstairs to don his red mask and cloak. Before reaching his room, he spotted Mei Rin sitting on her bed and puzzling over her eyeglasses. Tentatively, he knocked on the door. “Is everything alright?”

Mei Rin glanced up momentarily at the knock, then returned to what she was doing. “I’m torn,” she admitted. “These were a gift from the young master. They helped me hide my ability. But... they created lots of problems, didn’t they?”

Sebastian, to his own surprise, smiled fondly as he remembered Mei Rin’s numerous housekeeping blunders. “We did offer to get your prescription changed, more than once,” he reminded her.

She gave a soft laugh, but not out of humor. Then, without warning, she broke the glass out of the lenses, sending shards scattering onto the floor. Sebastian’s jaw fell open, unsure what to do until he saw the blood on the maid’s fingers, which she seemed not to have noticed herself. Stepping into the room, he brought the water basin from the dresser to the bed and gently placed her hands in it, taking care to delicately search for any pieces of glass that may have stuck in her fingers.

“Mei Rin, honestly,” he chided as he worked. “Why do you always break things?”

Rather than be insulted, Mei Rin laughed. “At least this time it was on purpose,” she replied, getting a laugh from the butler. She wasn’t quite sure what to make of this. Sebastian was never this careful with anyone but the young master, and yet here he was checking her fingers for glass and wiping away blood with his handkerchief. She hadn’t even seen where he had produced the bandages from, but next thing she knew the cuts on her fingers were wrapped up and the butler was staring at her, exasperated but satisfied.

Just then Bardroy rounded the corner, snapping them back to life. “Oi, Mei Rin, are you-” Seeming to notice Sebastian for the first time, he turned red and backed away silently.

“There,” Sebastian sighed, placing Mei Rin’s hands back in her lap. “Those should hold nicely, and I doubt they will be visible through evening gloves. I’ll leave you to get ready now.” As he was leaving, glass crunching beneath his shoes, he turned and added, “You could always use the eyeglass frames for your mask, if you chose. Though, I think we have all become quite accustomed to seeing you with them, so it wouldn’t be much of a mask.”

~

When the group arrived to the party, the moon was already high in the velvet sky, and lively music pervaded Viscount Druitt’s home.

Lau guided Ran Mao through the sea of people, saying to her “I suspect this will be even more interesting than the last costume ball we attended. What do you think, Ran Mao?”

Instead of answering his question, Ran Mao muttered, “This is not a costume ball.”

The Viscount was easily spotted among his guests, wearing a garish mask of all colors, with feathers and other adornments all over it. Elizabeth grasped Soma’s hand and nodded her head in the direction of the Viscount, whispering a hasty summary of her plan to him.

“I’ll strike up a conversation with him about something unassuming, such as clothing,” she whispered as the two danced awkwardly. “With any luck, he will ask me to dance, and then I can get closer to him, allowing me to investigate further.”

The prince nodded, spinning her with more grace than she expected as the music stopped. Viscount Druitt had noticed them and was walking towards them from the far side of the ballroom. “What do I do?” Soma whispered back, pretending to kiss her cheek.

“Find someone else to dance with, or better yet, you and Agni create a diversion with traditional Bengali dancing!” Elizabeth whispered just as the Viscount reached them.

“You both dance most intriguingly, young ones,” he smiled down at them, placing his hands together. “Watching you was fascinating.”

Elizabeth curtsied, nudging Prince Soma to bow. “Thank you very much, my lord,” she said, making her voice as sickly-sweet as she could manage. “I’m so flattered that you noticed. And this party is, naturally, as wonderful as your other ones.”

“Oh?” the Viscount tilted his head slightly to the side. “Have you been to my previous balls? I cannot discern your face through your mask, my dear.”

“Certainly you don’t expect me to remove this mask without a dance first, my lord?” Elizabeth ran a finger over the edge of her mask and smiled coyly.

The Viscount smirked. “Sir,” he addressed Prince Soma. “Might I borrow this young lady for the next dance?”

“Be my guest, Viscount Druitt,” the prince bowed again, smiling as he turned to leave. He glanced back at Elizabeth, who winked at him through her mask.

Ciel scoffed. “A silly ball with people I hate and where Lizzy is dancing with a creepy man who I want to kill. Somehow this seems familiar.” he rolled his eyes at his own sarcasm. He was glaring at Elizabeth and the Viscount when he felt Sebastian’s hand on his shoulder.

“Young Master,” he whispered. “Your... er, well, demon shadow... it grows and billows when you become enraged,” he explained. “I need to teach you how to control it.” Sebastian sighed when Ciel just continued to stare at him. “Sir, do not worry. Lady Elizabeth is in no danger. She is surrounded by friends, family, demons, reapers, and whatever Matilda is. She will be perfectly safe at all times.”

The earl scoffed again and looked back at Elizabeth flirting with the Viscount. A moment later his eyes widened and he turned back to his butler. “Wait. You said whatever Matilda is. So you also get the feeling she is inhuman?”

“Yes sir,” the butler confirmed. “I cannot tell what she is... and I assume neither can you. But, she is here to help us, whatever she is. We will find out one day, young master. After all, you and I have all the time in the world now, even until the final curtain falls on this world.”

Ciel stared at the throng of dancing people. “They’ll all be dead one day,” he said, watching as Agni and Prince Soma clapped their hands and commanded everybody’s attention for their performance. “I’ve always known this, but it feels different knowing they will all die and you and I will live on. Well, and I suppose Undertaker and Matilda will live on, also.” he turned to Sebastian. “What do you think happens to shinigami when the world ends?”

“My theory would be that nothing happens to them, my lord, and that they continue with their work as before.” Seeing the earl’s confused expression, Sebastian smiled and raised one eyebrow. “Young Master, surely you aren’t so arrogant as to believe that there is only one world?”

The earl wanted to ask more, but he noticed Prince Soma’s very pointed looks at him and the head tilt towards Elizabeth and the viscount. Lizzy had one hand behind her back and one hand holding her fan in front of her mouth, looking coquettishly at Viscount Druitt. When he bowed to her and offered her his hand, she took it, giggling, and let him lead her outside into the gardens. Before walking out the door, she shot a look to Ciel and Soma that clearly meant Now.

Ciel and Sebastian looked at each other. “This is an order; make sure everyone is in place in the gardens for the next phase of the plan. Within the next few minutes, Viscount Druitt should be right where we want him.”

Sebastian smirked. Finally. He bowed with his hand over his heart. “Yes, my lord.”

~

Elizabeth had her hands full trying to keep the Viscount on the hook while avoiding his touch as much as she could. She flirtatiously waved her fan. “My lord, are you absolutely certain this is appropriate?” she giggled. “We mustn’t forget ourselves.”

“No danger in that, my little cardinal,” Viscount Druitt smiled down at her, and something in his smirk made Elizabeth squirm. “My my, you remind me so much of a lovely little robin I once knew. But there is no need to dwell on past loves tonight. For this night, though my mansion is full of people, we are all alone in this paradise. We are in Eden together, my cardinal, free to explore as Adam and Eve.”

They walked together during his pompous speech until they reached the fountain in the center of the garden. It was a strangely simple fountain for such a grand garden, with four herrings spraying water into a pool. As soon as they neared it, Elizabeth snickered to herself. “We’re not as alone as you think,” she said with a short laugh.

Suddenly she reached to her back and drew a sword which Paula had neatly hidden, pointing the tip directly under the viscount’s chin. “It’s time for your true reckoning, Aleistor Chamber!” Elizabeth declared, unmoved by the fear in Viscount Druitt’s face. Seemingly out of nowhere, Agni, Sebastian, Ran Mao, Matilda, and Mei Rin emerged like spirits from the bushes, wrapping long ropes around the viscount’s body and securing him tightly to the fountain. From all around, the rest of the party appeared from the hedges; Undertaker, Bard, Finny, Prince Soma, Lau, Paula, and Ciel. Elizabeth approached Viscount Druitt and traced the point of her sword over his jugular. Smirking, she removed her mask and tossed it into the fountain at his feet.

[ashestospace]

sebagmey late valentine

[beembugs]

As much as I love sebamey I can definitely see Mey and Ron together after Mey breaks up with Sebastian because of his cold and judgemental attitude, he probably doesn’t make her feel loved since well he just aint abt that and it would just be a very physical based relationship. But once mey starts dating Ron she can totally be herself, they’re a couple of dorks who make eachother laugh so much and Ron definitely lets Mey be her energetic and bubbly self whereas Sebastian often shows a distaste for that clumsy and chaotic side of her.

Live, Laugh, MeyRon

[hotmonkeelove]

All right, I updated my filters, so hopefully I won't see any more meyron. Did I really need multiple posts of it on my dash in one day? No, I definitely did not. I have just been having the worst two weeks and am in a foul mood. I feel so absolutely frazzled. I want to scream and weep, but also puke.

Mey is so much like me and Ronald is so much like every guy who proceeded to treat me like shit the second I agreed to date them. Even before I found out about Ronald being an onna tarashi, he gave me terrible vibes.

[tiredotter331]

A list of things that Yana Toboso and the Black Butler fandom sleep on

Bed

Couch

Chair

Sebamey

Sleeping bag

Maybe a hammock

Sebamey

A car seat maybe

The floor if you’re really tired

Sebastian x Meyrin

Literally the first ship introduced in Black Butler

The possibility of a beautiful relationship between the demon butler and sniper maid

Y’all are sleeping on Sebamey and I’ve had just about enough of it

[tiredotter-art]

A very late Sebamey Mother’s Day pic.

The one with the braids is Tibby, she belongs to @she-jo

The one with glasses, wearing yellow is Jack, he belongs to @demon-crow666

The tiny lil baby in green up front is Genevieve, she belongs to @mey-bee-kb

And Han and Margot belong to me❤️

[the-letter-horror-lover]

What A Mess" A black butler X reader

Moon_AM

Summary:

includes; *Everyone under the sun*

Sebastian

Claude

Undertaker

Grell

Ronald

William

Finny

Baldoroy...

and more.

I've transferred the chapters from my wattpad account to here, but I will not be able to update them to my satisfaction for quite some time. That being said, older chapters may be very, very STUPID.

Was the longest running BB fanfic on wattpad with 87 parts as of may 13th 2017.

Chapter 1: Future edit

Chapter Text

Now. Listen. STOP where you are.

Im not 13 anymore. Some of these chapters are cringe, stop commenting on chapters 1-57.

That SHOULD bring you to the Chapter "love me like you do" if it doesn't, that's where you can comment again until I rewrite them, and I will update this chapter if the name of that chapter changes.

Chapter 2: Humble meetings....ish

Summary:

a cringe chapter from the early days.

Chapter Text

You were waking down an alley when you heard the sound of a chainsaw.

"WHAT THE?!?!-" You said aloud as you saw three different men.

One had long red hair and was holding a giant chainsaw in his hands, smiling largely. Upon closer inspection... They were the teeth of a shark.

The second has long Grey hair and was dressed like some kind of.... Well... wacko. ( me: a sexy one ......) He laughed and giggled as he had a large scythe in his hand wich seemed to be made of human bones.

The third was by far the scariest.... His gold eyes noticed you right away. He looks like the Butler at the phantomhive manor your cousin ( meyrin) worked at..... bit this one seemed more intimidating than the one with crimson eyes ever had to you.

You tried to back away slowly but when you turned around... Chainsaw ( the nickname you'd given the redhead) was behind you.

" Who are you?"he....or... she said in a feminine voice.

" I was just coming back from the store... I pickpocket a lot of money for myself you know. Trying to make ends meet for myself.

More if you'll excuse me..... I have to find a decent box to sleep in tonight." You brushed past him \ or \ her and continued on your way. You were homeless thanks to your mother. She kicked you out when you were eight years old

You were older now and taller than most boys your age.

You were leaving when something hit your foot and you fell in pain.

You looked at your ankle. .... Witch now had a golden butter knife sticking out of it. You reached down to grab it but within seconds you whole body was numb and you couldn't move at all.

Gold eyes approached you as you layed helplessly. Whatdidheputonthatknife? You thought as he bent down and lifted your chin up. WHATTHEHELLISTHIS?!?!?!

"Spider poison..... It paralyzes the spiders prey to make it easy to catch... it's super effective."

(2017 Edit: OH THE CRINGE I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS CHAPTER)

Chapter 3: A job for both races

Summary:

I'm going to just put the letters OC for a lot of the old chapters.

Stand's for "OLD CRINGE"

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

"What the hell?" you growl "Put me down!" He smirks at you.

"Do come easily now it will make my job much easier." He goes to jump away but then you find yourself getting snatched away by someone elses arms.

"HeeHee! Sorry but we saw her firs!" the one with the grey hair was now on the rooftop with you as the one that paralysed you lookes up at him angrilly.

"Damn Shignami.." He runs off into the night. "I will be back.." AS soon as he left you give a sigh of relif and expect to be put down but instead he jumps down with you not letting you down.

"Come. Lets go give William the good news!" Shignami..doesn't that mean reaper?

Notes:

I still hate these chapters with all my being, but I haven't got time to improve them.

Chapter 4: Fixed up

Summary:

OC. Old. Cringe.

Notes:

Ah here is more of that writer's subtlety I was so great at conveying when I was young.

Chapter Text

" WILL SOME ONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT IN THE DEVILS FIERY HELL I'D GOING ON HERE?"

You ask for what seems like the millionth time.

"I alreaaadddy told you darling I cd can't do that!" The grey haired wacko smiled still carrying you to... wherever you were going.

The one with red hair was following behind you both looking rather upset.

" Undertaker!" He whined. " Why didn't you ever carry me like that?"

" Because Grell unlike you the lady cannot walk at the moment!"

Grell pouted behind you both as you laughed at the both of them.

" My my have a case of the giggles do we?" Undertaker asked.

" She acts just like you do..." Grell muttered under his breath.

" Hey! We can hear you you know!" Undertaker shouted at him.

This caused Grell to look around shyly.

" Do you have a Name miss?" Undertaker asked as he smiled brightly.

"Y/n." You grumbled. " If i wasn't paralyzed...."

" No worries y/n!" He smiled. " we'll have you fixed up in no time!"

Chapter 5: Shinigami's everywhere

Summary:

I want to stop the old cringe. But it's inevitable. Also, Many cliche's.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

" Were here miss y/n!" Grell screeched happily.

" You're going to break my eardrums Grell!!" You shouted at him. Undertaker covered your ears for you politely.

" Grell it's rude to scream at a lady." You heard him say muffled

" Whatever. Lets just get the antidote and whatever else she needs."

" whoa... for what exactly am i getting prepared for?" You questioned.

" Why miss y/n!" Grell smiled. " Have you ever wondered why you didn't die that time in the winter when you were kicked out? Or how about when the carrage lost a wheel and everyone but you was killed somehow?"

You recalled the winter you had spent on the streets after getting kicked out of a shelter. And the carriage ride that left you homeless.

" Maybe. What's it to you?"

Grell smiled even more showing of his t sharp tooth grin.

" You see all the men wandering about the building in front of us?"

You noticed men they were all in siuts with weapons in hand... some looked outrageously deadly. Like the long rifle one held. Some on the other hand outrageous. Like a lawnmower one was crashing around.

" What about them?"

" There all reapers..." he smiled and pointed at you. " So are you miss y/n! The only girl too!"

Notes:

I think this may as well be the worst chapter here.

Chapter 6: Easy Antidote, Hard Dosage

Summary:

No I was wrong, this is the worst chapter in the entire book.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

"EH?!" You were shocked as he said the words.

The ONLY girl reaper?!?! How can this be?

" Now come y/n!" Undertaker led you into a huge building...even bigger than the phantomhive manor." This is the reaper library, where all humans who ever lived memories are stored in the form of books." He explained as many men in suits were on tall ladders reaching books on the highest shelvs you had ever seen.

He walked through a door at the far end of the gigantic room.

" Wow... that room was huge..." you exclaim.

" That was only the first room my dear y/n! There are fifty eight more and were expanding that after tomorrow!" He smiled walking down a white hallway until he came to a room with double doors. " This is the infirmary, you may end up here if you don't be careful you know!" You saw many beds with sick men in them.

You saw one who looked like he had been badly burned in some sort of fire... the bandages were dripping with his own blood onto the white sheets...

IF YOU ARE WEAK: you bury your face in Undertakers shoulder.

IF YOU ARE LIKE ME: you look at his expression and go into some thought while you giggle a little... your curious how he got his burn and it sounds really cool. ( XD I'M AWESOME)

He takes you into a back room where you see a man with ginger hair green eyes and black wide frame glasses staring back at you.

" Ronald darling!!!" Grell throws himself at the guy. He braces for impact as Grell hugs him tightly and Ronald has this "really Grell?" Look on his face. You laugh.

Undertaker POV:

Wow...I looked down at y/n laughing in my arms. She really does act like me...

" So Ronald, you got stuck here for the day? Again?" I teased.

" Ugh... William made me." He sighed. His ginger hair hung in his face.

" We need the antidote for spider demon paralysis Psion." Grell released him.

" Who's she anyway?" He asked rummaging through a cabinet.

" She is the first girl reaper ever." He looked a little surprised " Aren't you y/n?" I said smoothly.

Your POV:

" Yeah...I geuss i am..." you mumble.

Ronald turns toward you with a cup in his hand.

" Drink this." He hands it to undertaker.

" Open." He smiles.

" I'm not a child..." you mutter at the grey haired reaper.

" You are right now!" He smiles and waves it in front of you.

" No." His smirk drops for a moment but then he drinks or instead. He leans into you.

OWO WHAT IS HE DOING?!?!?

He kisses you add you feel something being trickled into your mouth. HE'S MAKING ME DRINK IT THROUGH KISSING ME?!?!

Notes:

The cringe level is high

Chapter 7: Glasses of the past

Summary:

Old. Cringe. Again. Also worst POV Transitions ever.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

WHY ME?!?!??

He stopped and smiled as you may in shock.

" Feel any different?" You begun to feel some movement in your arm.... So you did what any girl would do. You smacked him. He smiled even more instead of getting upset. "I'll take that as a yes."

He started to walk out still carrying you. " Come on Grell we have work to do."

Grell whined a bit then followed. " See you later Ronald!!" Ronald mustered up what smile he could and shut the door behind you.

RONALD POV

That y/n girl was really cute...

I hope she'll be my partner on my next mission.... I can tell she's a keeper from how she smacked him.

GRELL POV

Ohh!!! How DARE he?!?!? I glared at undertaker in front of me who was still carrying a red faced y/n.

Right in front of me too!!!!! Y/n is so cute!!! I want her for me alone! I grumbled angrily.

" Grell did you growl just now?" Y/n asked.

"Me? No! " I lied. " I don't growl darling." I will get you....

YOUR POV::

I swear to god I heard him growl a second ago....

You thought as you begun to feel more in control of your body again.

" Let me walk on my own now …. I think I can do it..." The undertaker let's you down gently as you stumble at first but then walk finely behind him.

"Time to get you some glasses deary!" He takes your hand and drags you to a room that looks like olivanders from Harry Potter And The Sorcerers Stone. " I know just the pair." He walks up to the man at the desk and whispers something in his ear. The man looks slightly wide eyed.

" Mr. Crevan are you sure? " he asks getting up.

" Positive, now go fetch them for me!" He smiles and laughs like a madman. The Man disappears.

Mr. Crevan?..... Where'd that come from?...

The man returns with a small case in his hands that's covered in dust.

" Thank you desk- jockey!" Undertaker smiles as the man scoffs.

He takes the small case in his hands and blows the dust off. He hands it to you. " Try them on dearie! Don't just stare at it now!"

"Jesus Christ okay okay....." You roll your eyes at his enthusiasm. You pen the case to reveal some thin frame glasses. You slide them on as the world becomes much clearer and more 3\D than it ever had to you.

"Perfect Fit!" He yells happily.

" Ooohhhhh my word! Darling those glasses just love your eyes!" Grell shouts with him in his flamboyantly female sounding voice."Wait a moment here!" Grell puts his face close to yours so he can see them better.... You blush a bit. " Undertaker!!! These are YOUR old glasses!!!!" He yells astonished.

" Eh?! Why are you freaking about it?....." You stare blank faced.

" He is a legendary reaper y/n!!!" You look over at undertaker who was pulling random glasses out and throwing them over his shoulder, not listening to a word you were saying... As usual. " No one, NO ONE," he emphasizes more, " Has EVER worn this except him."

Notes:

I have to say this is by far my only original idea from the early chapters.

Chapter 8: Uniform madness

Summary:

Old cringe

Chapter Text

" O-oh...."

What makes me special enough to wear them then?

You thought as you saw Undertaker turn around.

UNDERTAKER POV:

My glasses look so well on her... her h/c hair matches her e/c eyes behind the lenses....

I'm glad my old glasses look so well on her....

YOUR POV:

Undertaker walked over to where you were standing with a pouting Grell.

" What now?...." you ask as Grell smiles.

" OH!!!! We have to get you a UNIFORM!!!" He squeaked and grabbed your arm. He pulled you down a hallway faster than ever.

" Grell!!! Your going to pull my arm out of socket!!!"

Chapter 9: Red and Black

Summary:

Old Cringe

Chapter Text

Undertaker pov: Grell took y/n to his office and when I tried to go in he waved a finger at me.

"Ah ah ah," he smiled. " It's dress up time!" He then slammed the door in my face as I leaned against the wall outside.

I couldn't take it any more. I pressed my ear up against the door...

Silence...

"AHHHG!!' NO GRELL NO NONONONO!!" Y/n yelled. There were scrapes and shoes pounding from Grells office.

" What are you doing to my y/n Grell?!" Only when the clamour had stopped, only then did I realize what I ACTUALLY just SAID.

Oh shit.... nice going me....

Grell unlocked the door moments later, and to my horror... y/n was wearing A pair of Grells clothes. To make that worse, they matched... my jealousy became higher than ever as for once in my life I struggled to smile.

YOUR POV:

Grell forced you into a pair of his entirely red colored clothing...

It was so wired... and to make things worse...The shoes were high heels that you weren't accustomed too and wobbled all over the place in.

You struggled to walk out of Grells office.

"Y/N YOU... LOOK... SOOOO GREAT!!!!" Grell jumped up and down.

"I look like a giant cherry..." you muttered... Undertaker laughed.

" Come with me dearie." He tugged your hand.

" Oh be the way what was that you called me from the other side of the do-"

" Nothing! Nothing!" He waved his free hand still dragging you with the other. " Come on now dear we haven't much time left." He stopped in front of a door that had a coffin etched into the wood of the door with some kind of chiseling tool.

He opened it as he disappeared inside. You went to follow but

instead you got blocked.

" uh uh uh" he poked your cheek with a long black nail. " You stay out there now while I get you some new shoes, you can't reap in those." He pointed as you stuck your tounge out at him. He did the same and shut the door.

UNDERTAKER POV:

Come on now....I know I had some boots somewhere.... and my old trenchcoat too...

I dug through random papers and old jars.

Why does Grell want y/n anyway? He's all over that demon Sebastian. I don't see why though....

If you're going to shoot for someone obviously out of your range shoot for someone good... like Claude. He would win in a fight if he tried.

( YES HE WOULD BECAUSE SPIDERS KILL RAVENS EVERY DAY... LOOK. IT. UP.) I found what I needed and walked out.

y/n... please tell me you don't and never will like Grell.. or anyone else.

Chapter 10: Mixed blood

Summary:

Old cringe to the max.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

YOUR POV:

God undertaker... do you always wear nothing but black and grey?

You thought as you slid the boots he gave you on and put the trenchcoat

In a knot around your waist.( like everyone would in second grade you know...?)

You walked out of the small bathroom to see both of your... um..." aqantences" standing there.

GRELL POV;

My word....

Y/n stood there looking like me and undertaker at the same time... she looked utterly sexy. Almost as sexy as i did usually ( X3 had to sorry...P.S. if you know any lezbians or bi sexes that are reading this tell me and I'll add some girl characters Mk? STAY AWESOME BROS)

"Y/N I. LOVE. IT!"

UNDERTAKER POV:

Y/n looks great... even though she still wears that, interesting red?

My boots went up to her things, riddled with buckles and such.

Grell's tight fit pants fit right under them smoothly.

YOUR POV

" How do I look?" You interrupt the eerie silence.

" y/n, you look absolutely lovely." Undertaker grinned. You blushed a bit. He once again for,what seems like the thousandth time today, drug you by the hand." Almost done deary!" he smiled. " we need your scythe and your first assessment from William!"

CLAUDE POV: ( cuz he don't get enough attention as it is)

God damn reaper...

I wanted y/n, for ME... not alois that brat... Me.

I closed his highness door, as he was asleep.

" She's special.... there's a mix of her blood... she's part shignami... and-"

Notes:

literally the worst attempt at a plot twist ever

Chapter 11: Your Scythe

Summary:

Your first Choice of what Cringey weapon you choose from as a reaper.

Chapter Text

UNDERTAKER POV:

I dragged her off to William.

Her death sythe must be perfect... she will only have the best.

I thought.

She reluctantly gave into my yanking and dragging. When we got there there was a note on his desk.

Dear Pests,

" How nice of you William." I muttered.

Have her choose from the three on the table.-William

"Y/n dear! Cone choose!" I pointed as she walked in quietly.

YOUR POV:

You look ay the three options you have.

A scythe.

A long Rifle ( Mey Rin... book...seven or other)

And a large Chainsaw.( i am so sorry... the only original is the gun)

If you choose the scythe:

You swing it in the air happily. The blade glimmers in the florecent lights of Williams office.

If you choose the rifle:

You smile and pick up the rifle. You run your fingers over its smooth, black iorn shell.

If you choose the chainsaw:

You automatically pick up the chainsaw. It revvs loudly when you pick it up and you press the off button to avoid making a ruckus.

You hold ( wyp) (( whatever you picked)) smiling.

" This may actually turn out okay..." you mumbled walking out of the office as undertaker locked the door.

" For once."

Chapter 12: Meeting William

Summary:

That story offer is no longer up by the way.

Chapter Text

Undertaker led you through the twisting winding halls of the reaper library.

God how AM I supposed to memorize where everything is?... Jesus cross...

(I also like vampire knight... if you find all my references I'll dedicate an entire story to you)

" Undertaker!" You heard a stern voice behind you as you all lashed around at the sudden noise.

GRELL POV: ( god I haven't done him in a long time XD)

" William!" I rushed over to him as I always did. As soon as I was in reach: he pushed me to fall face flat on the floor. As he always did.

"Vile creature." He pushed his glasses up.

" So cruel..." I sweat dropped and stood up.

" You must be William." Y/n smiled a bit.

"Indeed miss y/n. I am William T. Spears." He extended his hand as his eyes bit into hers.

" Pleasure." She smiled carefree.

How IS she SO confident?!?!

My mind screamed out.

" What do you think of her outfit? We both contributed to it!" I smiled at William. He looked at y/n a gleam of interest was in his eyes and gone again in a flash.

" It looks beautiful on you y/n, it suits you more than those two." He pushed his glasses up and I saw a tiny tint of... PINK in his cheeks?!?!?

YOUR POV:

William quickly lost the pink as if he couldn't let anyone see that he wasn't professional for ten meesly seconds.

"I-if you'll excuse me...I must be going now everything you need is in this folder." He turned on his heels and started away.

"I expect big things from you."

Chapter 13: The proud butler of Douchbaggery

Summary:

I actually still like this chapter name.

Chapter Text

YOUR POV:

Turns out, that folder meant a maid job at the Phantomhive estate.

Earl Of Phantomhive was a... boy.

His first name was Ciel and his parents died when he was little.

He made a deal with a demon to find who killed his parents.

He didn't know you knew either. You didn't have your inhuman eyes yet so your e/c eyes were still intact and you could keep your hair out of your face.

You were walking down the hallway to his study when the demon butler Sebastian, blocked your way with an arm on the wall in front of you.

"Dear y/n... what are you doing?" He leaned close to your face and smirked. You blushed a bit but held your ground.

" Taking tea to the young master." You replied hands shaking a bit.

This made it grow bigger.

" Wrong answer." He then lifted your chin and brought his face millimeters away from yours.

" You will be punished my little kitten for every lie you tell." He let go and walked away as if nothing had happened less than ten seconds ago.

Wha?!?!

He turned the corner and left you standing there in shock.

Douchebag demon....

SEBASTIAN POV

I loved teasing anyone and everyone. Especially women. Beautiful women. Y/n was a new one though.. she didn't blush ad easily as the others do.

I can tell she is different but I'm not sure in what way.

I wonder why I have this wired feeling when I see her.

I feel emotion I am supposed to lack as a demon like myself.

I wonder why....

Chapter 14: 1St birthday spin off

Summary:

I know what his name is now. Don't comment to tell me.

Chapter Text

This is dedicated to my wonderful friend Brianna Mendez! Happy birthday!)

It was your birthday today and everyone you knew was going to be with you!

Oh my god... there is tons to do....shit.

You hoped you could get ready in time for the party the Phantomhives were throwing you.

Undertaker,Grell ( much to Sebastians dismay) William, Alois, Claude, The triplets, Prince Soma, Agni, Edward and Elizabeth, Ronald, Lau and his sister Ran-Mao would be attending your party along with Ciel Sebastian, Finny and Baldoroy.

-----Le time skip-----

You were a bit of a wall flower at partys as you watched Elizabeth Socialize.

I'm too shy....

"Ummmm... hey miss y/n? C-can I dance with you?" Finny was blushing like mad.

He's so cute!

" Sure Finny." You said taking his hand. "Don't blame me if I step on your feet though!" You laughed.

You danced with Finny looking into his big round eyes.

He is just too cute fir his own good.

UNDERTAKER POV:

Where is the fair lady y/n?

I wandered through the crowd and saw a glimpse of her h/c hair.

I smiled and snaked toward her with another random woman I grabbed to get close to her.

I saw she was dancing with the super strength boy... what was his name again?

Finnian or something?

Oh well. He's in my way.

I swiftly let the one I was dancing with go and took y/n's delicate hands away from finny before he crushed them. I pulled her to me and smiled as I danced with her.

" Sharing is caring Finnian!"

---- After the party----

You were so crashing as soon as the dress was off. You unbuttoned it in the bathroom.

You got snatched around all night.

Finny, Undertaker, Grell, William, Sebastian, Claude, Alois, Ciel, The triplets; Thomas Canturbury and ( WHAT THE HELLS THE OTHER ONES NAME?!?? I keep forgetting)

Baldoroy,Edward, Prince Soma, Agni and back again.Each kissed you a happy birthday and left with smirks or full blown smiles on their lips.

William left with a small blush.

Chapter 15: Retiring.

Summary:

I hate this fanfiction so much right now

Chapter Text

YOUR POV:

Ugh... anyway... I want to get this done... I miss everyone else.

You thought, referring to the ever Flamboyant Grell, the stern but seemingly loving William, the one and only Undertaker and the one who always got chewed by William, Ronald.

You knocked on the large door.

" Young master?" You said.

" Come in y/n." His cold voice sounded through the door. You walked in next to his desk.

" It is time to retire for the night young master." You bowed.

"I suppose you're right." He stood. He motioned for you to follow him as you walked to his room.

He flopped down on his bed and helled his right foot out for you. He looked at you expectantly.

WHAT?!?!? I thought that was Sebastians job!!!!!!

"I want you to do it for me tonight." A smirk played on his lips but it soon disappeared.

You shakilly took bought of guys shoes off.... the shorts came too quickly.

You closed your eyes and did it quickly.

Oh god oh god oh god......

" Shy are we?" He laughed.

Of COURSE I am!!! We may be the same age but.... god!!!!

You opened your eyes to take the shirt off... you were nervous about that but... not as bad as the shorts. You did up the buttons on his night clothes and turned to leave.

"Y/n... stay with me until I fall asleep"

You stopped.

" Please."

What.

The.

Fuck.

You went behind him and awkwardly lay there.... you didn't realize it but soon he was asleep.... and you had started to stroke his hair.

Jesus Cross!!!!

He could have just pointed at me with his finger and said

" Bang!"

God what was I thinking?!?!

Chapter 16: Finny's fabulous Garden

Summary:

one of the better chapters

Chapter Text

CIELS POV:

" Time to wake young master." Sebastian flung open the curtains and I yawned.

" Have y/n wake me from now on."

He widened his eyes a bit but he said nothing.

" You have made plans to go to Undertakers today Mi'lord."

"Y/n shall accompany us."

YOUR POV:

" There! All done!" You high fived Finny as you looked at the rose bushes that were now trimmed to perfection.

" It would have been horrible if not for you y/n!" He cheered and smiled brightly.

"Finny! Don't put yourself down like that!" You reached up to pat his head... witch wasn't too hard because you were only a few inches shorter than him.

" You're a wonderful gardener!"

You ran toward the fountain outside.

" Look at the flowers surrounding the fountain! They're beautiful!" You went to turn on the wet cobblestone to face him.

" Careful y/n you might fall!"

Too late.

You waited fit the impact of the ground but it never came.

You looked up too see Finny had caught you.

" Are you alright y/n?" He asked concerned.

" I'm fine Finny!" You smiled and blushed.

He helped you up and smiled.

" Glad you're okay!" He smiled brightly like he always did.

Sebastian appeared out from behind seemingly no where.

" Young master wants to see y/n. Please come with me."

You rolled your eyes at the demon ( yes you know) and waved to Finny.

"Bye Finny!" You smiled.

FINNYS POV:

"Bye y/n!" I yelled as she disappeared into the manor.

When she tousled my hair.... it felt like I was wanted.

I trimmed a couple more leaves of a shrub.

Her h/c hair looks so well against the sunlight. Maybe I'll give her a flower to match her eyes...those beautiful e/c eyes...

Chapter 17: Snake

Summary:

Why did I do this? I may never know

Chapter Text

YOUR POV:

You walked with Sebastian down to young masters office.

"You wanted to see me?" You bowed next to him as he look at you with that one cold blue eye.

"Yes, today we are going to a small shop and I want you to accompany us. But first, we must go and pick up one of our other servants who had just returned from an errand I sent him on a while ago." You nodded.

" His name is Snake... he should be at the door...y/n go wait for him."

" As you wish."

You bowed and exited the mansion as you fiddled with a stone.

" Who are you?" A man asked as you looked up." Says Emily."

A handsome man with silver hair and green eyes looked at you.

"Im y/n, you're snake I presume?"

" Yes I am." He said plainly. " Says Wordsworth."

" Are they the snakes?" He looked a bit suprised but it soon disappeared.

" Yes actually. Says Emily."

" May I?"

" We don't get along with others much. Says Emily."

" Please?" You said.

All of a sudden... one of them snaked around your neck gently

SNAKES POV:

"Wordsworth? Says Emily."

Did Wordsworth really do that just now?

"Ummmmm is this normal?" She asks.

" No. Says Emily."

" Hey! I can hear him talk too!" She smiled.

What?!....

Chapter 18: Undertaker's Little Shop of Horrors

Summary:

Yes. That chapter name really exists!

Chapter Text

SNAKE POV:

"I can hear him talk!" Y/n smiled.

" What?.... says Emily"

She smiled even more.

Hey... she's kind of cute now that I look at her. I used to be able to smile as freely... but...

" Shall we go to Ciels office?" She interrupted my thoughts.

"Erm.. yes...says Emily."

I replied as she walked ahead of me and was chatting with wordsworth the whole time.

Dear god... help me. The last time I met someone like that... she was a-

My thoughts were interrupted by Smile. (Aka Ciel)

" Ah, Snake. How was cleaning up?"

The bodies....

" It was fine young master." I bowed calling him what Black (Aka Sebastian) had instructed me to do in public.

" You and Y/n will be accompanying me and Sebastian to my ally, Undertakers shop."

YOUR POV:

Undertaker?!?!? It can't be....

" A-as you wish." You stuttered.

It CAN'T be....

( timeskip brought to you by you talking to Wordsworth about care-needs fit for him in the carriage)

If you're the scared easily type:

You gulped as you saw the old shop and you shriveled behind Snake and grabbed his shoulders as you hear Wordsworth mumble

"I hate this man's presence. It makes me feel insecure."

"Ditto Wordsworth." You mumbled back as you shrank into the shop.

"I bidd theee welcomeeeee loord eaarrrl."

If you're like me:

You looked at the creepy shop intrigued.

Is it really him?...

You almost trip on the way in and you grab snakes shoulders as you hear Wordsworth mumble

"I don't like this mans presence. It makes me feel insecure." Snake held your hands there, sensing you were scared.

" Oh Wordsworth... I thought you were braver than that... sorry... Snake." You apologized as he said nothing. He held your hands there as you progressed... you were a bit scared of it even though it was the coolest thing you had ever seen.

"I bidd theee weeelllcommee loorrd eaaarrl"

NORMAL POV:

You saw a man with long grey hair and familiar creepy clothing peek out of a coffin.

Undertaker...

Snake gripped your hands tighter.

"Ave' you come to stepp into one of me coffins today?"

"Afraid not Undertaker." Ciel cleaned his throat and sweatdropped. "I need information on recent murders by Jack the ripper."

( No... you didn't meet grell in human desquse (( no idea how to spell that 0_0)) or Madam Red and Lau yet. (( or Ran-Mao))

"Ahhhhh.... the murder...teehee... wouldn't you just..." he smiled at the young earl and poked his cheek with his long nail.

" Love to know?"

He swatted him away as he looked over at you and Snake.

Oh no...

" Who is this beautiful young lady?" He smiled creepilly at you.

"Y/n." Ciel stated blankly. " That isn't important right now. We know your price. Come Snake...y/n." Ciel led you both out.

" What's his price?..." you asked curiously.

" Sebastian has to make the old coot/(or if you prefer)/creep laugh."

FINNY POV:

" Where's Y/n?..." I asked politely.

"Oi Finny She's supposed to help me with dinner when they get back. Quite a cute one she is eh Finny?"

He tousled my hair and for some reason, my blood boiled.

Its like he was...

Teasing me with her.

Chapter 19: The butler, Rude as hell

Summary:

I really hate Sebastian nowdays...

Chapter Text

YOUR POV:

The three of you waited outside.. moments later you heard insane laughing and rumbleing commuting from the building.

" Please do come in now. He has agreed to tell us anything we need." Sebastian smiled.

You all walked back in as you saw Undertaker a laughing mess on his desk, drool showing from his mouth.

What the hell...

" Hehee... well you see..." he started and giggled. " My customers have been arriving , incomplete." He giggled.

"Incomplete?.." you questioned.

" Yes fair lady y/n. The prostitutes are missing thier ovaries."

SNAKES POV:

Why did I feel my blood boil furiously when he called her " fair lady?"....

Heh... I heard Emily laugh.

Someone's got a crush.

" Shut up Emily..." I mumbled.

I tuned out and fiddled with my silver buttons as I felt a hand slap the back of my head.

" Pay attention Snake." Black growled.

I nodded.

"I assumed you would come here my lord." He slurred eerily as y/n looked deep in thought.

" Snake... why don't you and y/n go to the circus while The young master and I finish up here?" Sebastian dropped two tickets in my hands and practically shoved us out.

" Well that was rude..." y/n mumbled as she got over the ground.

" Yes it was... says Emily."

Chapter 20: Noah's Arc Circus

Summary:

C r i n g e's

i n

f r e n ch****

Chapter Text

YOUR POV:

You and Snake walked down the cobble road silently.

"Hey Snake?" You ask.

" What Y/n? Says Emily" He replies, his silver hair blowing in the autumn wind.

" What are the tickets for?" Wordsworth kept your neck warm against the cold gusts.

"Some kind of circus." Snake mubled back to you.

"Hey! You dint quote a snake that time!" He ignored you.

MOMENTS LATER

you walk in and take a seat in the back row as Snake slouches,

Why is he slouching?...

SNAKE POV:

Damn.. now I know why Black sent us here... so I could see if the rumors about Joker and the others still being alive was true.

Damn him, Damn him....

I never wanted to come here in the first place...

I hope they don't recognize me..

Chapter 21: Bone hand's and the worst hider ever

Summary:

Best way to rename a chapter. 10/10 nailed it.

Chapter Text

( Time skip to after the show, witch you enjoyed and Snake slouched at)

YOUR POV:

" Wow Snake that was great!" You said exited.

" Yeah I geuss." He slouched as you went to exit.

" Excuse me young lady." A voice came behind you. Snakes eyes widened with fear and he dove behind a barrel... everyone knows barrels are evil...

Why snake?! WHY A BARREL?

You turned to look behind you and saw one of the men from onstage.... Joker was his name was at the beginning?

" Oh, hello." You said casually. Wordsworth hissed.

" I saw you in the audience today my lady?..."

"Y/n." You said feeling a little nervous.

" Ah, Y/n." He smiled and kissed your hand. You blushed a bit, he was quite the handsome gentlemen. Even if one of his hands were made out of just bone with no skin.

IF YOU'RE...WIERED?

"Y- your hand is made of bone?" You said getting a little scared.

" Oh y/n... I'm sorry.. Does it scare you? Its my small deformity." He said trying to comfort you.

" It's fine I just wasn't expecting it." Just then Snake fell out from behind his hiding spot.

IF YOU'RE NORMAL ( to me):

" Wow cool!" You said picking up his hand. He looked a bit surprised and a little red cheeked. " Your hand is made of bone!"

" You find it interesting?"

" Of course it's so-" just then you heard something fall with a small

Oof...

Sound... snake had fallen from his hiding place.

Chapter 22: A doll shop *Full*

Summary:

I remember how wattpad deleted half of this chapter once. I just copy pasted for now because as I said no matter how BAD these chapters are there isn't anything I can do right now.

Chapter Text

Long story short? You found a beautiful ring (aka the one where Droccell says when you put it on you must become a doll) while you were running, you hid in a doll shop until the yelling and footseps died down, you put the ring on. Then Drocell was like "I have guests?" And Snake was like " were leaving now" but then Drocell was basically like

NOPE!

And his box started to play " London Bridge" all messed up like and you fainted.

^|^

The end.

Chapter 23: silver and gold

Summary:

Ugh

Chapter Text

YOUR POV:

It's dark...

" S- snake?..." you said as your vision started to clear.

You were laying on a slab of stone or something equally cold and hard. A chandelier of candles hung above you but when you tried to turn your head you found out two things.

One: it was restrained along with the rest of your body.

Two: Wordsworth was gone.

" Snake! Snake you bastard answer me!"

You heard a groan and some footsteps.

"Y/n.... r- run if... you get.. the chance..." Snakes voice cut the air as you heard a thump on the floor.

DID SNAKE JUST DIE?!?

"Snake! Snake!"

" He's not dead, do not worry." A voice came as you saw Drocell over you.

" What have you done to my friend?!" You shouted.

" I've just put him to sleep, he was so very noisy." His purple eyes stared at your e/c ones. " My fair lady you have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen..." No way, is he hitting on me? "I will have to remember to keep those when you are a made into a still doll."

HOLD UP.

"A Doll?!" You said angrily.

" Whoever wears that blue ring miss... must be made into a still doll, however you will be a most exquisite doll made of silver and gold."

Blue ri?- damn... its the one I found earlier.

" I'm sorry fair lady..." he made a sad expression.

" Then why?... Why do you do it then?" You said wishing you could reach your concealed death sythe, but alas it was to far in your pocket. You were trying not to cry for some reason as well.

" Because my fair lady, it's my curse. I do not wish to go into the horrible details, I want my girl to be happy before she dies."

" My girl?..." you mumbled.

Chapter 24: Drocell the sad Marionette

Summary:

By far the best old chapter as drocells story was made up on a whim of creation

Chapter Text

YOUR POV:

" Why... are you doing this if you don't want to?..." you asked again.

"I suppose I will tell you my fair lady..."

SNAKE POV:

Where... is y/n...I hear her but... and who is that with her?

" When I was alive, we were poor most of the time and we made dolls for a living. That ring you picked up was my mother's. She was kidnapped by a noble... my family never knew who."

What the hell is this? Some kind of talk show?!?!?!

(Sorry I hate those pity talk shows)

" My father sold my soul without my permission to curse the ring... so it went into there. I was without a body so, he made me into this horrid wooden doll... it was my job to give the ring to individuals and lure them here with its power. When he died, I had to take over. Or else I would never be able to go into heaven or hell."

" How does the hole "being made into a doll" play into this?"

Y/n!