#Adrian Crevan

[officialundertakersmoocher]

Being the Undertaker's Lover may Include...

This is given-he always wants to make you laugh. he wants every moment of stress to be replaced with a smile

he actually likes cooking and other domestic tasks, so he will love to have you in the kitchen with him trying his recipes

you will catch him staring at a cookie jar more often than you can catch him staring at other women

he's so extremely loyal after spending his time learning the value of life and relationships

he sadly often has nightmares but waking up to you is his greatest comfort

you will be most integrating into his life and will see all sides of him. he may not let other people know him well but you two know each and every detail of each other

no matter how many years you know each other he will treasure talking to you most, about everything and anything

he's super playful but he won't ever make your affections sexual, cuddling is cuddling

he will however give you silly butt taps if he catches you off guard around the house

hes always touching you and keeping you close, and savors every moment

despite knowing that you can protect yourself, he most likely won't ever let there be a situation where you would have to. he's super protective and honestly always lurking 💀 he'll know when you're in danger before you do

if you want a NSFW version lmk! requests open 📩

[thisdarkhomeofghosts]

Black Butler fans how are y’all feeling??!

[undyslady]

Behind The Wall

Undertaker (Black Butler) x reader

It was the calmest it had been for weeks, since the case of Jack the Ripper was solved by the child Earl, less "guests" had entered the doors of the parlour owned by your beloved.

Over the last couple of days, where you had more free time than you wished, you had noticed the state of the parlour. Spider webs, dust on every single surface and you could swear you saw a cockroach speed across the room once.

After a very long scolding to your beloved about the hygiene of the place to which you got a laugh in return.

"Oh my dearie~, you certainly were hilarious with your expression just now!" he had stated, a manicured index finger resting in between your furrowed eyebrows, presing on them signaling you to relax them.

You had scoffed and rolled your eyes, calling him a "bastard.." which you knew he heard by his small snicker and went to gather cleaning supplies.

"If he will do nothing then I will..." not that you expected him to do anything, no man would lift a finger to do such "women assigned jobs" like cleaning.

For the next 3 days, you spent your day cleaning, still finding the energy to throw insults at Undertaker about his lack of care about the place while huffing and puffing due to exhaustion.

You left no place untouched, nothing unturned and you got a pat on your shoulder for each room cleaned, it wasn't you patting yourself in the back, it was your lover.

He'd bother you in the middle of the cleaning, of course he would. To stupid questions :

"Do you think this little guest of ours looks better in red or green, my dear ?"

And to lingering touches:

"Well we haven't spend too much time together lately~~ " he'd chuckle , "I'm only a man, I need my lover's affections!!"

All of which, were ignored by you ,of course.

Cleaning had revealed spaces in the parlour you never knew existed, that might be the explanation why you found yourself pushing against a wall.

You had noticed a crack, one that seemed perfectly sculptured.

Your curiosity growing, you had been pushing at it, convinced your eccentric lover had a secret room, probably full of dead bodies, you had thought in joke.

As a joke, of course!

Yet when you gave it one final push, the wall moved and you almost fell to your knees.

Entering the dark place, desperately trying to find a lamp to light, you brushed past a coffin , accidentally making it fall over, causing a noise you were sure, your beloved would hear.

Cursing , you reached further to find a lamp and light it. Once the room was in view you squinted your eyes and looked around.

A small gasp left your mouth and somewhat dissapointed you looked at multiple closed coffins , alongside the one you knocked over.

"Well, not so entertaining now, are we?" you chuckled, expecting something more eye catching from your lover.

You strolled around the room, looking over the coffins, they all seemed the same aside from the one you dropped.

That specific one was blue, with black tape around it, which proved useless since it ripped by the fall, you made a note to tell Undertaker later.

While examining the coffins in front of you, you heard noises behind you which you ignored and called out

"I didn't know you'd hide this from me, what else could you be hiding, love ?"

However, when you didn't receive a reply you turned around to find a small child, rising from the coffin, teal hair and a rather rich outfit.

Upon turning around to face you, you could clearly make out the great resemblance he had to the Phantomhive child.

"My Lord-" you were cut off as he lunged at you, ripping a scream out of your chest as you stumbled back, falling on your bum.

Waiting for an attack, only silence engulfed your trembling figure, until it was broken by a familiar snicker.

"Hehehe~, your screams are ever so pleasant to hear, I do find myself glad at your clumsiness, if not for the coffin dropping, you'd be done for!! " and in all of his glory, there stood Undertaker, looking down at you, his hand gripping the Earls head with too much force, you'd deducted.

"You becoming one of my dolls...." he paused to think " I cant say that will please me, I do adore you as you are, even with your temper, dearie"

"What are you-....what is this??" You took a deep breath "What is the Earl doing, is that even him? This is not normal human behaviour??" Your voice rose with each question.

" Ah my dear, this is just a hobby of mine, and this.." he pushed the "Earl" towards you " is the Earl....oh! But not the Earl you know , my dear, I'm sure he's being the same temperamental child he is as we speak." a manic smile in his face. Not that you minded those, they were quite...pleasant to you usually but the situation did not encourage such feelings at the moment.

"Undertaker.....what is this ? Why is he like this and what is he doing here ?" You exhaled shakily, unable to process anything.

"Ahhh, as I said, a little hobby of mine, let me introduce you two" he grinned, dragging the boy by his hair and stuffing him in the coffin and closing it.

" You see, my dear...this is the Earls twin. The one that died years ago, but as you probably are thinking, he doesnt seem quite dead, does he ?" He approached you, in return you moved away. An action so simple, but you needed not see his eyes to know that he was frowning.

He cleared his throat and continued " I simply...experimented on him! I could not bear to loose another Phantomhive" he giggled, crossing his arms.

Making his way towards you, he grabbed your chin and looked at you "I do doubt, however that I would have started this hobby of mine if I had met you earlier" he tilted his head, grabbing you by the arm and hoisting you up.

His arm snaked around your waist as he held you tightly against him, his other hand grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks and turning your head to the other coffins.

" In all of these coffins, there is a dead body that you, my dear have probably seen come in as one of our guests" he stated, "it was quite helpful that most of these people were not cared for enough to have funeral, it made my job easier" he chuckled lightly, his thumb caressing your cheek.

"A man must have hobbies, right ?" He brought your face up as he glanced at you, his emerald eyes piercing through your soul.

"You're sick..." you whispered at him, tears swelling in your eyes.

He was a lie. The idea of him was a lie. Everything you loved about this man was a lie.

How could he ?

"Oh my dearest love, I knew you'd act this way, but fret not, I'm sure you'll come around." He said quietly "you love me too much dont you ? You must accept me the way I am , just as I have accepted you despite your mortality"

Mortality? What sick shit is he thinking ?

"Wha-" your cheeks were squished together harder.

"AH ah! No more questions until your mind opens to my little...hobby! " he exclaimed, giggling at your face.

You did not want this.

You wished this was a dream

No.

A nightmare.

Wake up, you told yourself.

Please...wake up.

If only you didn't let your curiousty win. If you had just cleaned what you could and went on about your day, you would've been content loving a liar.

"Curiosity killed the cat, dearie~" he snickered " and this time, satisfaction did not bring it back~"

You could not think straight, everything you felt for, believed and lived for, shattered by the mere revelation of the activities that happened in the same roof you lived and worked. You did not know the man you shared your home with, the one you shared the last couple of years with yet you knew him enough, you knew the part of him that was calculating , he would have never let the crack on the wall be that visible.

No.

He was too good for that, he intended for you to find this room and he let you find it with a sick grin.

He knew he'd shatter you, and he decided to shatter you despite the smiles you gave him this morning, but fret not, he'll be there to bring those smiles back again, he'll make sure of it.

[sk011-fanart]

Some Black Butler fanart for Ciel phantmhive, Sebastian Michaelis, and The undertaker Adrian Crevan

[bubbles0bop]

18

Taking requests!

Not spoiler free!

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What I'll take requests for

Masterlist

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Headcanons:

•Yuta Okkatsu Headcanons

•JJK Relationship Headcanons (Nanami, Choso, Inumaki, Hakari)

•NSFW Yuta Okkotsu Headcanons

•JJK men with Breeding Kinks (NSFW)

Drabbles:

•JJK men watching their crush pole dance

•Comfort in Silence (Yuji Itadori x Reader after Shibuya)

•Waking up with Yuta

TBHK

Teru Minamoto x reader headcanons

My Hero

• Touya relationship headcanons/drabble

Black Butler 2024-

•Undertaker x Reader Headcanons

House Husband-

•Tatsu taking care of his wife while she's pregnant

[eeelli]

°ℑ𝔱'𝔰 𝔞 𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔲𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔢.

—𝔈𝔡𝔤𝔞𝔯 𝔄𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔫 𝔓𝔬𝔢

[undertakerslxt]

i am going to be SO insufferable when we see undertaker onscreen

[tormiichu]

undahtaykah

[qinqusstuff]

Undertaker: I did not cheat on you!

Grell: You are a liar!

Undertaker: I did not meant it!!

Grell: So you admit it?! You are a traitor! I should've never given you my heart!!

Undertaker: I'll never do it again, I should've been a better lover to you, I recognize it!

Grell: It was our special moment... Our romance... I'll give you a chance, but only if you promise you'll never even think about it again.

- the man smiled softly and gave her a hug -

Undertaker: I promise to never dissect a corpse without you again, honey ♥

[sun-floweroo]

I’ve been thinking about the Black Butler grim reapers for a while. (And yes, I am guilty of having a reaper OC. …her name is Marion and she’s my baby. Thanks for asking.) so…here are some headcanons including her and the reapers.

tw//suicide

Pt.1

- Ever since their deaths, Undertaker and Othello were best friends. The former would indulge in the latter’s experiments, lamenting on their deaths while Othello tinkered away. But their relationship would not last long.

-The two soon graduate, and Othello retreats to his wormhole of a lab, shunned from daylight while Undertaker mechanically perfects each mission. He visits his old friend every once in a while, taking and returning jabs on their thick rimmed glasses as they converse over tea and dog biscuits.

- Othello grows concerned for his friend, who had recently taken a turn for the worse. He had become another of the Retrieval Division’s soulless workers. Undertaker would wake up, eat breakfast, go to work, and fall asleep, just to repeat the cycle again the next day.

- One day, Undertaker goes missing, and Othello panics. He didn’t believe in death after dying itself, but he had heard drunken tales of disappearing off the surface of the earth forever.

- When Undertaker returns after weeks of absence, he is with a young girl, a noose mark around her neck and green eyes bright and chartreuse: A reaperling, as many seniors called it.

- the girl calls herself Marion, Marion Lucy Haskell. A noble, many think, glancing at her laced cape and pressed dress. A noble fallen from grace, but a noble nonetheless.

- the girl clings to Undertaker, pale and timid and all too weak. Othello thinks she’ll be executed, or sent to management for meager work, but he doesn’t say it out loud. Undertaker has already taken a liking to her, after all.

- Undertaker is cruel, Othello thinks. To view such an innocent child as an amusement, as a mere puppy. He hopes she thrives while it lasts.

[officialundertakersmoocher]

Headcannons for Grell having an SO who does acting either as a hobby or career?

GN pronouns for reader please

i love this because i've been doing theatre for years!

Grell would love your involvement in the theatre so much, it's very much her vibe

she would often surprise you at your shows or even surprise you by hacking her way INTO the shows

and god help anyone who dare become your love interest for a role

oh no! they have suddenly disappeared and grell has replaced them! what a shame.

please indulge me by imagining that you are playing one of the leads in romeo and juliet and you are overjoyed to have gotten the role!

Grell is so happy for you...!

.....until two seconds later when she realizes that your love interest just so happens to be some famous, handsome broad from the town

He had no chance.

the next thing you knew, that Grell in all her glory shows up to your next practice and blows everyone away with her talent

(and maybe a gruesome story in the paper)

who could complain?

she will also somehow always seem to land herself the best spot in the house, screaming your name and showering you with flowers at the end of the show

you should also be prepared to find yourself embarrassed if you ever happen to show up to her workplace because she has a tendency to brag about her oh so famous s/o!

you can expect some jokes to be passed around about how much she brags about you

after practice gossip sessions are a must. grell knows all of the drama involving your coworkers your co-workers and you know all of the office gossip

and being the flamboyant little lady she is, she will have no issue putting in her opinion about the directors choice of dance or costume

she will also make herself your personal caretaker and make sure you're lavished with clothing and food during your practices

she will cry at every single one of your shows because she is just so proud of you 😭❤️

[eeelli]

墓地には不思議な居心地の良さがあり、ここではすべてのメートルが永遠に誰かによって占められています...生きている人は自分たちが死ぬことを知っていました。しかし死者たちは自分たちが死んだことを知らなかった…ヴァディム・シェフナー

There is a mysterious coziness in the cemetery, Here every meter is forever occupied by someone... The living knew that they would die. But the dead did not know that they had died...

Vadim Shefner

[undertakerslxt]

{Trick or treat} I love you

oooh you are in luck bc i just made a new undertaker edit. enjoy~

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

hi can i request yan sebastian, grell and hell taker meeting reader as their soulmate bit reader is more likely to believe soulmate is not real and theres not such things as true love or destiny

Soulmate | Yandere Black Butler

Naturally in a world where demons, rogue angels, and grim reapers run rampant love and procreation aren’t exactly expected. But their creators gave them an out—a symbol randomly given to someone stamped with a soulmate status.  Many would consider it a weakness but many others would consider it a strength of its own. Either way for them a soulmate is one in a million and they’d be foolish to let you escape whether you believe it or not:

Sebastian Michaelis

“What a glorious surprise is this?”

He never expected to find his soulmate in the devout hater for all things non-human

He’s delighted with the challenge you offer 

Always keeping him on his toes

What a treat

He only really has a problem when you start successfully trying to escape

Expect to be moved into the Phantomhive Manor pronto 

Undertaker

“Hehehehe what a morbid turn of events.”

To have your rejection before the revelation of being his soulmate

But what can you really say when you’re supposed soulmate is a grim reaper

Who is more than delighted to experiment with the topic of death with anyone who you seem interested in you

He doesn’t see you as a weakness not until you prove it to him

Otherwise he’ll decide you need to take a permanent staycation in his care

Or keep you running either one works

Grell 

“What?! You?!”

Doesn’t immediately get the connection

Whether its an obvious vision or a physical sign

He doesn’t immediately peg you for soulmate material

Especially when you scoff at the idea of that being even being a thing

But Grell isn’t a stranger to rejection

So your protests will mean nothing 

Nothing more than a new side of you to learn about 

And as your soulmate its a given that he know everything there is to know about you

[kiatheinsomniac]

𓏲𝄢 ˚ : · Hello! Dunno if youre comfortable with anon asks since it wasnt stated in your requests thingy, but I was wondering if you could do Undertaker (Black butler) with F! Reader who used to work with him when he was still a grim reaper (shes still a grim reaper) and the only times they meet again is trough coffee dates 😭 where they talk about things theyre doing now and sometimes reminisce about their time together back then. So sorry if its too sappy 🥲 –anon ✧ ˚ 　· 　　    .

──── 𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄 ˊˎ - ☾ ⋆ ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Undertaker | Adrian Crevan x Reader 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1k 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none

You sit down opposite your old friend, in all black as usual. The two of you still occasionally meet up for tea or coffee and cake despite him having abandoned the profession in which you met many years ago. As of late, he’s still caused quite a stir amongst your colleagues though and you’ve been itching to meet with him in secret again like this. 

“How is it you’ve been gone all these years and yet your name is on everyone’s lips as of late, hm?~” You ask with a smile as you sit in the little corner of the café where you two like to meet regularly, earning a delighted chuckle from him in response. He looks different now from when you first met him: he’s more mindful to keep a low profile, his hair hides his eyes that otherwise pierce with an almost radium-like glow to them. Humans may not recognise it but any reaper like you would know his true nature in an instant. It reminds you to push your own glasses up your nose a little. 

“Perhaps they’re all just reluctant to outright admit that they miss the humour I brought to the job.” He suggests with a sly smile on his lips that seem to ever be upturned in a grin or open with laughter. 

“I don’t know about Will and Ronald but I certainly miss you.” Your reply is fond but tinged with a note of sadness. Despite the chaos he’s stirred in his retirement, he’s still a legend amongst your kind, but before he was a legend, he’s always been your best friend. He was there to put a smile on your face when your longing for death was cruelly returned with an immortal life of bringing death but never receiving it. It was a long time ago and you’ve since grown used to your new lifestyle but you know adjusting would have been far more difficult if not for his company. 

“You know my door is always open to you, y/n.” He replies as he picks up a biscuit which he dips into his tea. As tempting as the offer is, you shake your head. Living forever is difficult, and living forever without a set purpose even moreso; you’re not yet prepared to risk losing what you already have when you’ve lost so much to begin with. 

“Perhaps one day but that day won’t come soon, I’m afraid.” A waiter comes and sets a plate down in front of you which Undertaker had ordered for you ahead of your arrival. It’s your favourite dessert to order from here and that only makes you smile happily to yourself. You pick up the fork to take a bite. He shrugs and leans back in his seat. 

“Very well. I have forever to wait after all.” You can’t help but laugh softly at his words, at how he’ll always be there for you – it’s kind and sweet, so unlike how everyone at work is currently describing him, like a part of him only you seem to know. 

“Besides, I’m doing what I can for you from my side, you know? They’re all looking for you, Grell in particular seems quite upset. Something about her face?” You shake your head. She’s a vain one but all reapers seem to have their quirks, yourself included. Maybe death just does that to you. “Either way, I’ve been doing my best to keep them off your trail.” The Undertaker laughs at the thought of Grell having a vendetta against him for injuring her in a fight. 

“Well you have my thanks.” He replies, taking your hand across the table. His skin is as cold as yours when his thumb brushes over your knuckles. 

“So what’s your grand plan with these dolls of yours anyway?” You quiz as you take another bite of your dessert. “And how do you plan on keeping that brat and his demon off your back? I’ve heard he’s quite tenacious despite his young age.” 

“Well it would ruin the fun if I told you everything. Ciel might have cut my experiment short but it was a success nonetheless. And his demon shouldn’t be too much hassle so long as he’s concerned about the safety of his master.” The Undertaker replies. “But enough about that, how’s Ronald been handling all that extra paperwork?” He laughs at the thought of the defeated reaper having to document and clean up the mess he made upon the Campania. You roll your eyes.

“He’s not moving quick enough for Will’s liking and so Will is making it everyone else’s problem. You’re lucky we’re friends or else I’d hand you in myself if only to put an end to the papers on my desk that are giving me a headache.” You huff, a hint of playfulness to your voice, “Even reaping souls isn’t as exciting without you by my side, you know?” The two of you used to work so closely, examining reels and sharing queries about how they worked, observing the lives that faded at the blades of your death scythes. 

“All the more reason to come join me, dear~” He chimes. You sigh. It’s not that you don’t want to, just that it’s not the right time.

“Perhaps once things have settled down and we have a plan in place. If I leave, there;s be no one left to cover for us as I’m doing for you.” The fact he’s brought it up a second time makes you wonder if he misses you more than he’s letting on. You know he’s a man who lives his immortal life for curiosity and laughter, not one to be caught too deeply in sadness – not openly at least. 

“Well, until that time comes-” He lifts his cup to you in a sort of toast, “-we have an eternity of these days ahead of us while we wait.” You smile softly and raise your own cup too. You miss him dearly, your immortality no longer the same without his company.

One day you’ll work side by side again. 

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[darkdevasofdestruction]

Chapter 4 - Odd-One Out

Peace quickly settled in London as soon as the Jack the Ripper murders ceased completely, and most would call this a major success and reason to celebrate. Katrina made sure that Angelina had a grand funeral, fitting for someone like her, though Sebastian and Ciel only honoured her further; The boy pulled her most beautiful red dress over her, whilst Sebastian had a whole carriage filled with flower petals fly in the air. It was a most beautiful scene for their eyes, and Katrina was happy that everything went so well.

The funeral for the last victim also, though small and reserved, with no person except for them to attend; Even that was bittersweet, though she made sure it honoured her memory, or whatever it was that she had.

But the Undertaker's parlor often had reason for glee, and for the first time in ages, Katrina also found reason to celebrate.

"Well, my darling, would you like to see what I've brought here?" the Undertaker waltzed into the parlor as his little apprentice was dolling up a corpse.

"A... scroll? Are you going to speak up some ancient incantation and summon a dragon or something?" the girl chuckled, brushing the corpse's hair.

"Well then, let's see what happens, shall we~?" the man giggled at her, clearing his throat and dramatically reading the contents of the weirdly looking scroll.

𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 ℳ𝓇. 𝒜𝒹𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓃 𝒞𝓇ℯ𝓋𝒶𝓃, Wℯ 𝒶𝓇ℯ 𝒹ℯ𝓁𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝓉ℴ 𝒾𝓃𝒻ℴ𝓇𝓂 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝒷ℯℯ𝓃 𝒶𝒸𝒸ℯ𝓅𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝓉ℴ 𝒲ℯ𝓈𝓉ℴ𝓃 𝒞ℴ𝓁𝓁ℯℊℯ, 𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 ℴ𝒻 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒫𝓊𝓇𝓅𝓁ℯ ℋℴ𝓊𝓈ℯ, 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓇𝒹 𝓎ℯ𝒶𝓇 ℴ𝒻 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒹𝓎. 𝒜 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓋𝒶𝓉ℯ 𝓇ℴℴ𝓂 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒷ℯℯ𝓃 𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒶𝓃ℊℯ𝒹 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒶𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾ℯ𝓈𝓉 𝒸ℴ𝓃𝓋ℯ𝓃𝒾ℯ𝓃𝒸ℯ. 𝒲ℯ 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒶 𝓈𝓊𝒸𝒸ℯ𝓈𝓈𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒞ℴ𝓁𝓁ℯℊℯ 𝓎ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒻𝒾𝓁𝓁ℯ𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝒸𝒸ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒽𝓂ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌𝓁ℯ𝒹ℊℯ ℯ𝓃𝓇𝒾𝒸𝒽ℯ𝓃𝒾𝓃ℊ.

"What do you say, Kitty-Kat?" the silver haired man hummed, making her frown and stand up, looking at him with a confused expression.

"Adrian Crevan...? You don't mean...?" she muttered, realising, but not believing this was true.

"I hope you like your new temporary name under which you will be studying." the cheshire grin was evident on his face, and she couldn't help but squeal loudly and jump on him, not even caring that her hands were soaking with blood, nor did she care in any way.

"THAT'S AMAZING! YOU'RE THE BEST!" she swung around with him with an uncharacteristic child-like joy, unable to keep her usual composure.

"Now, now, this reaction is so unusual for you. I'm glad to see you like this, for once. You are still young after all, and happiness suits you." he smirked, patting her hair, almost fatherly. "Now, I believe it's time to get you some suits, and fitted uniforms, don't you think?" he pointed out, making her stop dead in her track with a sheepish grin.

"I, uh... I don't have any money." she scratched the back of her neck awkwardly.

"I have to reward my little apprentice for her hard, diligent work, don't I?" he shook his head, teasingly. "Now, stop talking, and let's be on our way! College starts again in just a week, we have to get ready for that." he motioned for her to get dressed in something proper and get ready to go.

Excited for new clothes for the first time in her life, Katrina put on a simple dress, tying her hair down, letting it fall elegantly over one of her shoulders, trying to get used to the hairstyle she remembers doing for her fiance. She especially loved tying that red ribbon around those pretty golden locks of his. She always did think he looked so much prettier than his uncle.

Getting in the carriage, Undertaker took her to this tailor called Nina, who apparently does Ciel's outfits too ( including the ball dress ), so she's an open-minded woman with tons of ideas. That proved to be very correct, since she wore stockings and shorts, and Katrina was super excited to work with her Undertaker explained to her the situation, and she could swear, stars started twinkling in her eyes, and she gave out a boastful laugh, taking the girl to another room, where only the two of them were, and undressing, Kat let her take her measurements.

"I need to make you both summer and winter outfits... Since you'll be posing as a boy, there will be no problem if I try out my new collection of shorts and high-knee socks, right? You'll look stunning! Now, tell me, what colours should I do your uniform?" she started sketching in her notebook, stealing glances at her constantly.

"The college says the uniforms are made of black wool. The coats are morning coats, the buttons are golden with the College logo on them, and the tie and vest are purple. The letter said the Purple house also has a coat with a hood, for some reason, so I'll need one too. Do you think purple would look good with my hair? I'll have to tie it somehow... But red and purple... Call the fashion police on me. Maybe a black bow with purple and gold borders?" Katrina asked, looking at herself in the mirror, fixing her hair, only to realise the slight convexity of her upper body. "I suppose I will also require a little... Upgrade, to keep my breasts flat. Thankfully enough, that shouldn't prove to be a big issue."

"Yes, yes, yes, you're brilliant, I agree. Oh, that bow would be gorgeous! Hmm... Green would look amazing on you, especially highlighting your eyes - Alas! Black or White with Green... You'd look gorgeous. Oh, and I'll have black leather shoes for you... Maybe with a little heel, to make you look taller. You are fairly tall and slender, with the right clothes, you'll put all to shame. With just a bit of attitude and make up, you'll be able to pass off as a boy with no problem!" she clapped, putting a hat on the side of her head, smiling triumphantly.

By the end of it, as Nina kept praising her for the courage and confidence she displayed, a little lamb sneaking in a den of wolves and pretending to be one of their kind; As the duo were returning back to the parlor and Katrina unable to pipe down her glee, kept describing the sketches for all of her outfits and how fantastic they were going to look.

However, she was far too energised to keep in place and work, so she decided to tire herself a little and walk through the busy streets of the city center. Surprisingly, there was quite a commotion - Was there some kind of festival she was unaware of?  Unexpectedly, somewhere in the crowd, she spotted Ciel, of all people. 

"Hello, hello, fancy meeting you here. What fareth thou on such a nice day?" Kat crossed her arms, looking at the ones around him with a jovial smile.

"Ah, Katrina, Ni Hao! You got here just in time for the Curry contest!" Lau grinned enigmatically, hugging the short Chinese girl in front of him. Though Kat's never seen the lady called Ran Mao before, she couldn't help but compliment and gush over how pretty she was.

"Curry... Contest? You? A toy factory businessman... Competing in a curry contest? Okay, what's going on here, and how are you torturing this demon here this time?" she chuckled, shooting the raven haired man a shady look of amusement.

"Tsk, be more discreet!" Ciel scolded, as though anyone was going to take her slander seriously. "I want my company to get a Royal Warrant... And beat that guy there, Lord West. I can't wait to see his face when he realises he has lost. Let's just say... I want to expand my company over the food business as well." Ciel smirked in victory, watching the blond man walk away.

"Ahhh, I see. So this is about revenge. What ever could have happened?" the girl pressured more, only for an Indian boy hiding with a shawl over his head to come over... Stealthily, let's say.

"He really is certain that he will win... Huh? Hey, Ciel, who is she?!" he looked alarmed, snapping his head from Ciel to myself, back and forth.

"Oh, me? I'm just a Fox, here, ready to delight my eyes on this competition and my taste buds with the mystery curry that Sebastian prepared." she smirked mockingly at the boy who seemed to get intimidated and hid behind Ciel.

"Don't scare away kids, Katrina, it's not going to help us." Ciel shook his head in amusement.

"It's not going to be in our disadvantage either, would it?" the girl smiled back, overly exaggerated.

"Miss Raymond, this here is Prince Soma. The story is a little complicated, and there is little time to indulge in a pleasant conversation over it, however his butler is now competing for Lord West, which is why we must defeat him." Sebastian bowed to Katrina with the explanation, as she nodded slowly.

"Now that makes much more sense. I wonder... What would be more satisfying? Seeing you win, once again... Or seeing you lose, for once? Having your pristine clean record tarnished by a mere human~?" with a taunting smirk, Kat tilted her head at him

"I suppose only time will tell, tlthough, there is only one acceptable and possible outcome that will happen from this competition... After all, I am one hell of a butler." he spoke, and she had to turn away, stifling her laugh before turning back to him.

"And yet, your last name is MICHAELis. Someone truly must have made a mockery out of you." she giggled mockingly, making the demon sigh dramatically.

"Well, of course, the young earl never learnt how to be merciful or understanding." he complained, before grasping her hand gingerly, placing a kiss on her fingers. "May I dare ask to be emboldened by a sweet encouragement from you, My Lady?" he asked, his eyes never leaving hers - That devilish smile, and the sultry gaze deep into the deepest crevices of her soul was enough to raise the hairs on the back of her neck.

"Only if you make a portion for me as well." I extended my hand towards him.

"Yours will be the last I make, so that it will become the perfect temperature for eating once it reaches your delicate hands." as he bent down to place yet another kiss on her hand, Kat could see his eyes glowing magenta as they peered into her emerald ones for just a lingering second, before straightening up and looking towards Ciel. "I'll head to the competitor's room and wait, then." and so, Sebastian left, allowing the man presenting the curry contest to come on stage and show off the judges... One of them being Viscount Druitt, who somehow managed to bribe his way outta jail. What a sleuth.

As the contest began, everyone was gasping loudly in awe and fantasy watching the contestants do their best to create the magnificent curry they can to make their company win, but truly, the actual battle was between Sebastian and this Indial man called Agni. As some point, despite how focused the demon was on doing his job perfectly well, he still managed to catch the gentle gaze of the admiring red haired lady silently cheering for his win.

"This is bad! We're going to lose this competition!" the prince gasped in sorrow watching the two men cook.

"How so?" Lau asked in confusion.

"I's true that Ciel's butler's curry is the real thing... But it is only the curry that is perfect! The problem is the Naan! Because it is not a staple in Bengal, I know little about it, but I do know that Naan is made from fermented paste and wheat. They are baked together at a high temperature in an over called Tandoori. But this place does not have such facilities. The perfect Naan cannot be made. So after all the effort Sebastian put into mastering the spices, it has only come to this - He is British after all...And it is not only the Naan, the heat level is too high. If this continues, it will dry out in a matter of minutes. The painstakingly made curry will all go to waste! As I thought, one week to master the art of making curry was too short! The contest will be won by - " Soma kept ranting and ranting, and it was only annoying the single two humans who knew Sebastian's secret. Sighing, Katrina gentle slapped the back of the Indian Prince's head, making him shut up for once.

"Trust me when I say this - If Sebastian loses, Hell will be freezing over." she allowed a dry laugh to escape.  Soon enough, the men ended their cooking spree and the time of judging was upon them. As expected, only Agni's and Sebastian's curry was fantastic enough to have everyone comment on its greatness, and... To make Druitt behave as if he achieved the most pleasant little death... Going as far as to compare the Curry Bread to the 'Mischievous mockingbird' that Ciel was that night, making the poor boy shudder, clearly creeped out, while Katrina couldn't help but stifle a chuckle.

Just as the judges declared a tie between Ciel's and West's curry, out of nowhere, Queen Victoria herself arrived on horseback, making both the pup and the fox rush at her side.

"Your Majesty! You're here!" Katrina grinned brightly at her, helping her get off her horse, only for her to start crying, saying that she wished Albert, her late husband, was there. Her personal butler brought the usual Albert doll to console her. Tasting the two curries, she declared Sebastian the winner, making West yell in disbelief. "Please look over there... Do you see? Funtom's curry requires no utensils and can be consumed by anyone. Yes, that is right, this is a method that takes even children into account. Everyone is happy - The rich, the poor, the adults, the children - Everyone is equal. This kind of idea is essential for Great Britain as it heads into a new century. I highly approve of the Funtom's Company's accounting for our future, the children." and so, everyone started clapping for Ciel's butler.

Surprises didn't end here, however, as Katrina was finally informed of  the reason for Soma's and Agni's arrival - To search for a woman called Meena, whom he used to know as a child - The truth was, she actually eloped with West. What a naive kid he is... But at least he has his butler back!

"It seems like somehow everything's ended up for the best, wouldn't you say? Isn't that good, boy? And my dear Kitten?" the Queen and her Butler walked next to then. Though the rest heard their nicknames, they couldn't understand the reason behind them, yet they weren't told of any explanation either. 

"Your Majesty, I've humbly asked you to stop referring to me that way...!" Ciel's blush was conquering all his face, as the Queen could only chuckled motherly.

"Is that so? But you'll always be that cute little boy to me. And, look at her, she likes her nickname, don't you, Kat?" as the habit made, the girl allowed the Queen to stroke her hair, and she could only show a happy kitten smile, because honestly, anyone playing with her hair like that, so tenderly, made her melt.

Eventually, the Queen and her butler left. Sebastian returned eventually, holding the curry bun he promised, only to see Soma obnoxiously pulling Katrina and Ciel into a tight group hug. With an exaggerated, innocent grin that only conferred the butler's murderous aura, the demon ripped away the Prince from his young master, and especially the little spoiled Kitten over whom he was feeling rather... Territorial. "I will politely have to ask you to refrain from doing such improper actions, Prince Soma. In our country, touching an unmarried young lady the way you did is rather shameful and unspeakable practice. You wouldn't possibly wish to be making Lady Katrina uncomfortable with your mere presence, would you?"  seeing as the Prince hid behind Agni after being reproached, Sebastian had to hide the ghost of his triumphant smirk, as he dearly handed the meal to the Lady, so that she could enjoy the amazing flavour he was able to create.

"Much appreciated, Sebastian. Thank you." she nodded at him, though he quickly realised it was a double entendre, and she was thanking him for saving her from that annoying boy, rather than the meal - Though that, also, was very much welcomed. "I am deeply fascinated over the process of creation. You will have to teach me, Sebastian, and I am most eager for such a lesson." her sly voice spoke, leaning closer to the man. "Does human food taste the same to the demons who feed on souls alone~?" With a simple smile, Sebastian whispered a single word in her ear. "Ash." Katrina looked up at him in shock, and though she was this close to bursting into laughter, a single finger pressed to her lips contained it. 

"And to think you can become even more fascinating than I first imagined. What a novelty." the girl hummed, satisfied with the knowledge received. 

At the same time however, Ciel found in his pocket a letter from Her Majesty - It contained tickets to this popular circus, Noah Circus. Presumably, this was a job for a Fox and a Dog.

That was for a later time, as tickets had to be bought in advance due to popular demand. In the meantime, Katrina had to claim her chamber at Weston and get familiar with the campus and the classes. 

Nina was amazing, she was working so fast, she had all of her outfits ready in such a short time - She was absolutely fantastic! Once they arrived at the Undertaker's parlor, she was encouraged to parade each and every one of her clothes around the room for him, and with each one, the mortician would clap and say she looks great. In truth, she was outright glowing with complete bliss - She was so excited, she forgot all about her previous nervousness. She was so ready for her classes, it was unreal. In the few days left until her first day at College, she continued practicing her make up to sharpen her jaw, looking more masculine, making her eyes look stricter, not as gentle, and brushed her hair, tying it with a beautiful bow, the black, purple and gold one. With some instructing from the mortician on how to behave and walk like a confident man, Kat buttoned her blazer up, pinning the Violet Wolf pin, and admiring how good she looked as a boy.

"Well? How do I look? Ready to strike?" she smirked, chin up, confidently, tapping her cane onto the ground.

"I'd say so, yes~! Brilliant as always." he helped her with the luggage, and went by train to Weston College, getting everything into the Purple House, in her new, private room.

"This place looks very intimidating. No wonder it's the artsy House... I love it already, it looks like our home." Kat chuckled, enjoying the somber atmosphere around the place.

"Yes, just like home, I agree." he grinned, nodding in approval.

"If only there were some corpses around to do autopsies on." she joked with him as they exited the dorms to walk around the court and get used to the place, until four young men around her age crossed their path - They seemed to be radiating with different energies, all of them unique. Special. "Oh. I'm screeeeeeeewed." Kat looked up at the Undertaker with a desperate look, then down, trying to hide her face.

"What is it, my darling?" he asked in confusion.

"... The blond one there... Is Edgar Redmond. He's, uh... My fiance." Kat shuffled on her feet, awkwardly looking the opposite way, hoping they wouldn't spot her. 

"Hmm... That will prove to be a difficulty indeed... But I'm sure you'll do well! I have to go now! I will send you a letter once the Young Earl decides to make his move, so you can accompany him. I'm sure this new case is going to prove rather interesting." he giggled enigmatically, waltzing out of the court, just as he always does. Kat muttered softly, finding herself standing alone, unsure of what to do, while the four boys were heading towards what looked like a gazebo.  Despite knowing she might be getting caught in the act, she had to find a way to properly get familiar with the place and culture of the College, thus, she rushed to them, clearing her throat to get their attention, but also, to fix her voice to be a little lower than normal.

"Hello. I'm sorry for disturbing you, but I'm new here, and... You could say I'm a little bit lost and confused. Would anyone be so kind as to show me around the place?" the girl tried her best to stand up straight and speak without wavering, leaning slightly on her cane; After a few brief seconds of silence, of course, the blond just had to be the one to approach and circle her, analysing her from head to toe.

"Hmm... My, would you look at you! Such a vibrant shade of red... Your hair is beautiful! Violet, you are so lucky to have this one in your House!" Edgar chuckled, making the one hunched over scowl slightly.

"Too bright... Wear a coat next time. You are a Violet Wolf now... Although you look more like a Scarlet Fox." the goth boy spoke in a frail voice, and she almost smirked at the irony.

"My friends used to call me Fox, I won't deny that. However, I suppose my affinity to painting and playing various instruments will prove my spot in the Purple House." she chuckled in amusement, making the blond smirk for a split second, before putting his arm around her shoulders, bringing her into his chest. Were all men so overly familiar and personal with one another, she wondered. Or... Did he already figure her out? He must have, surely, otherwise, he wouldn't act like this, would he?

"Would anyone protest if we were to bring him to the Gazebo too? We can test his painting or musical skills, at least? What could hurt?" Edgar asked, and the brunet shrugged, walking ahead towards the Gazebo. Judging on how Redmond was addressing her, he wasn't going to give her secret away. He seemed to be wanting to take care of her. Even now, he was the sweetest.

"But, Redmond, what about the rules? Only the P4 and the fags are allowed at the Gazebo, right?" the Blue Prefect talked, unsure of his decision.

"There are no punishments for that, clearly. Any person invited by the P4 can come to the Gazebo, so let's go!" Edgar started guiding her towards the Gazebo.

"Uhm... Thank you for this... But may I know your names and who you are? My name is Adrian Crevan, nice to meet you." she extended her hand towards him - With a sly smile that gave nothing away, Edgar was the first to shake his hand, gently, delicately, though he wanted to lean down and his her fingers, as he always did. The Blue Prefer simple offered a curt nod, whilst Violet didn't even acknowledge her presence. Greenhill, on the other hand, almost crushed her bones with his firm handshake that almost had her whine from pain. "How rude of us, we forgot to introduce ourselves! My name is Edgar Redmond, the Prefect of Scarlet Fox. If there ever is a vacant place in my House, I'd love to have you over." he spoke, motioning for her to sit on the princess couch next to him. "That one there, is your Prefect, Gregory Violet. This gentle brute here is Herman Greenhill, the prefect of Green Lion, the House specialised on Martial Arts and Sports, as you can see from your broken hand. And this is Lawrence Bluewer, the prefect of Sapphire Owl, the boring house with sight problems that focuses on studying, studying... And only studying." Edgar explains, making Lawrence scowl at him, raising his glasses higher.

"That's rich, coming from the prefect of the House that gets a freebie entrance just for being lucky enough to be born into a high-rank family." Bluewer shot back, making her chuckle. Surely, if she were to go by her rightful family name, she'd have had her spot warranted to her in the Scarlet Fox house - The perfect house for her aesthetics and nickname. 

"Studying, you say? Is that a general study of all subjects available, or a more thorough study of the ones you are interested in?" she asked, interested for obvious medical reasons.

"Are you interested in studying?" he blinked in confusion.

"I, uh... Want to pursue a career in Medicine. That's why I was asking. I heard this College is the best in that regard. Once you graduate, your whole future is secured for you." she explained, beginning to feel a bit more at ease in their company.

"Finally, someone with ambition and thirst for knowledge! Are you sure you don't want to join my House? We'll benefit from having a diligent student without a doubt." he smiled, and she could only chuckle in gratitude.

"Thank you, I appreciate how kindly you are welcoming me. I truly hope we are all going to get along nicely." she smiled at them sweetly, almost completely forgetting her disguise. Out of nowhere, Violet pushed a box from behind the couch, revealing some instruments.

"My fag can play any instrument he touches. I'm not expecting you to do the same, however, can you play any of them?" he asked, his eyes peering into hers as if he was judging her.

"Hmm... I am proficient in violin and piano only, however... I haven't played the flute in a while. My brother used to fool around with it, and he taught me a few tunes. Might as well clear the rust from my skills." she took the flute out of the box and played a relaxing tune that reminded her of the mountainside and the river, and it flowed naturally, as if she had been playing it her whole life.

"Not bad." Violet nodded in approval, slumping in his chair and taking out a canvas, he started sketching.

"That was really nice! your future girlfriend is going to be very happy... Considering your dexterous fingers... And more." Edgar implied, making the rest of them choke on air from the shock, and blush at his impertinence. Katrina especially, above all. Having your fiance outright speak such filth send a shiver down her spine.

"Redmond, don't be so crude!" Greenhill glared at the Red Prefect, who could only chuckle in amusement.

"Just saying the truth~!" he shrugged in good will.

"I, uh... Don't think I'll have time for a girlfriend. Because of my profession and all that. But, uh... I'll take that as a compliment... S-So... Thanks." Kat chuckled timidly, looking away, not daring to look at him. If only he had any idea what he was stirring inside of her, in front of so many people.

"Have you heard of the cricket tournament?" Herman asked, trying to change the uncomfortable subject.

"No, not really. What about it?" she asked, taking a sip of the lemonade put in those pretty crystal glasses.

"It's a Weston tradition. Every year, the College hosts a tournament and all houses show off their skills. The winners get a special prize. Also, all prefects and fags must participate." he explained, and I could feel myself sweat dropping.

"Let me guess... The tradition is for the Green House to win all the time?" she chuckled jokingly, and he seemed to blush slightly.

"Most of the time... On occasion, the Red House too. The Purple House would have some chances, if Violet wouldn't show off during the game and draw the House Emblem on the pitch instead of playing." Herman pointed out awkwardly, making the girl stifle a laugh demurely with her hand. For a man like him, he was rather bashful. How adorable.

"If that's how my House is going to participate, then I want to join too!" she looked away, trying to stop her laughing, seeing the aggravated look on Greenhill's face, realising that more people aren't taking sport seriously. 

"You're in." Violet nodded absent-minded.

"Hey, Violet! Look at him, he's even skinnier than you are! At least try to put in an effort!" the Green Prefect scowled, making the both of them shrug. 

"Physical effort isn't my thing, so I'll just play to my own assets. Isn't that the smart way of doing things? Playing to your strengths?" Kattaunted him briefly, wanting to see how he reacts.

"But it's a competition! Everyone must do their best to see their House succeed!" it seemed like a flame got ignited in his heart, making the other three chuckle and calm him down.

For the rest of the day, they continued chatting casually, and once the Sun set, they wished her good luck and to be diligent in her studies; to come to them if she ever needed anything, and to follow around Violet for classes so he can show her around the College, the campus and all that.

The week was going well, and Katrina was really enjoying the classes; It felt oddly reassuring and safe having the prefects so weirdly protective of her, for no reason, especially being the new kid... Though she couldn't help but suspect Edgar's involvement at hand.

Her suspicions were only proven during the weekend as her fiance called her for a walk through the gardens, and he took out a lovely purple Dahlia flower, putting it in the pocket of her blazer - It was the Flower emblem of her House, he said. The two sat down on the green grass, surrounded by so many flowers. When she wasn't paying attention, the boy mischievously pulled on the ribbon holding her hair tied - Scarlet locks were flying with the gentle breeze. She barely had the time to attempt to flatten her hair, as he started chuckling at her, shaking his head for her to cease. Delicately, he held her hands, kissing them dearly.

"Don't worry, Kitty-Kat. I knew it was you since I saw you. It's been a while since we've seen each other, but I could never forget those beautiful green eyes of yours, or this shiny red hair... Just like a Vixen. It was I who first called you Fox, wasn't it?" he smiled, making her look at him in bewilderment, blushing faintly at his words.

"Well, I guess there's no hiding it anymore. May as well lay down and enjoy watching the sky... With you." she shrugged leisurely, carefree, as he mimicked her actions. "You saw through me right away, didn't you? I thought so, from the very second you hugged me in front of the others that day, before you even introduced yourself to me."

"I always wondered how our uniform would look on a lady. I have to say, I'm impressed at how great it looks on you. If I didn't know you, I may have been fooled by your disguise." he rolled on his stomach, propping himself up on his elbows to look down at her and her beautiful face. "I'm just kidding. There's no way anyone would really be fooled by your disguise. Your beauty is too angelic to belong to a man. "

"You are being too kind with me - As always. You know I don't do well with compliments. You're the only one who says them to me." unlike the constant bickering and back and forth she had with Sebastian, this innocent tenderness she received from Edgar always managed to stir her heart somehow.

"Yes, of course, otherwise I would be an awful husband for you, wouldn't I?" the mere idea of actually marrying seemed to flush her cheeks the same as the prettiest pink peony.

"There is no world in which you are capable of being awful, Edgar. You are simply perfect." smiling up at him, she reached out her hand to untie his hair also. The ribbon, she cheekily tied around her wrist, and she combed her fingers through his soft golden locks that glowed ethereal with the rays of the Sun.

"Now, look who's being the angel here, little fox." with a small smile, Edgar leaned down, pressing a kiss on her forehead. His beautiful hair was draping like a velvety curtain, shielding her face almost. A few stray hairs fell fell over her face, tickling her nose enough to get her to giggle lightly. "Can I ask why and how did you get here?" he tilted his head to the side to look at her, allowing the sunlight to gently caress her face - Her lids were lazily hooded from the dim light as the Sun was setting, and the sky was painted in a myriad of colours and hues.

"If you promise you won't be reporting your own wife, I suppose there's no harm in disclosing such information." she found herself cheekily teasing him.

"I only told the other three, as you suspected, so they will know and pay attention to protect your identity. If you are here, you must have an important reason." he spoke in a gentle voice, making her smile sweetly.

"I ran away from home." she admitted. "I couldn't take it anymore. All those paintings, all those lessons... I wasn't even allowed to read books that weren't poem books. I felt like a caged songbird, bashing its head against the bars trying to escape, only to die trying." she explained. "So, I ran away, found solace at the Undertaker's parlor, and he kindly took me under his wing. He's been teaching me forensics and anatomy ever since."

"Darling, you know you could have always come over to stay with me. We are soon to be married - I doubt a year or two is going to create any tension between our families." the man trailed the back of his fingers across her cheek.

"I couldn't possibly leech off of you like that. I can't - That's not me. I wanted to have a career for myself, like Aunt Angelina. A medic. Ever since I found my brother's medical books, I've been obsessed with the idea of becoming a doctor myself. I thought that, if I manage to finish Weston and have a diploma for myself, I would be allowed to properly get a medical license and practice. If I were to work, I would be paid, and I wouldn't feel as though I'm parasiting anyone." she chuckled weakly.

"Oh, silly you. You know my uncle was a medical student, we could have gotten your future secure. He mentioned seeing you at his latest ball, he was rather excited to see you again." he sighed at her righteousness to make everything the correct way. "So, Adrian Crevan, is it? What's up with that name?"

"I'm not quite sure myself. Undertaker simply came over to me and told me he was able to enroll me under this secret identity. He got me to this tailor, Nina, to get fitted for a ton of pretty outfits. I knew, if you were to see me, you'd recognise me immediately -  Which, you did." she smiled wryly.

"Imagine how things are going to turn once Edward sees you." he smirked slightly, making her sit upright, looking at him with shock.

"Edward is here too?! Oh no, that's no good. If he realises who I am... Well... He's never been subtle. He's going to blurt out the truth like the little fool that he is!" though her brows were furrowed with worry, he didn't seem worried, as he put his hand over her own reassuringly, squeezing it.

"Don't worry. He's Greenhill's fag, we can manage him. If he tells anyone, it's going to be between the nine of us. The four prefects, the four fags, and you, of course. Nobody else has to know." he spoke gently, and she could only nod, taking a deep breath.

"Well... You know best, Edgar. I trust you and your judgement." she murmured, feeling at peace, allowing herself to lazily fall back on the soft grass. "I'm glad you're here with me, Edgar. I truly missed you." she admitted, barely audible.

"I'm glad I got to see again, Kat. I missed you dearly." he hummed, rolling on his back - His hand searched for her own, and he intertwined their fingers together, looking up at the clouds passing by, until late at night, when the stars were twinkling and the moon was guarding them.

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