#black butler edward midford x reader

[blues824]

I would love to see Edward Midford(may have misspelled the last name) with a plus size reader who just got news her first book was accepted for publishing.(I almost fell to the floor when I got this exact news just after Thanksgiving!!) Please and thank you!!!

Congratulations!!! I’m sorry for this being so late! Female reader, as per the request.

TW: Fatshaming, sexism, both occur in only one paragraph and the person responsible is dealt with in the end

Edward Midford

He was aware that you were writing a book, and he was happy to see you so excited about it. He’s actually read through the multiple drafts, and he is not going to be soft on you. He takes over as editor, as he wants to make sure that you don’t get tricked out of your money. He tends to be a bit protective over the people he loves, you included.

Anyways, he loves reading through the unpublished version because he is one of the very few people who has gotten to read it thus far. He liked to treat it as a work of art hung within a gallery. Every single time you completed a new chapter, he would reward you with dinner at an inn nearby. 

Unfortunately, his duties as a knight had kept him away for some time. He promised to be there for you when you went to a publishing office to drop off your draft. However, he was dealing with some uproar in a different part of England during your set appointment with said office. You wrote to him, telling him about the experience.

The only thing that went awry was the person at the front desk. He seemed to be against women writers, and you’ve even heard him comment about how someone of your build was better at one of the restaurants around. You were very close to giving the man a piece of your mind, but you kept your composure and just reported him to the person who you had an appointment with.

Edward was home with you, his beloved wife, by the time you had gotten the letter from the publishing office. He had his hands on your shoulders, looking over you as you gently opened the envelope and unfolded the piece of paper and started reading it aloud. He could see your hand started to shake, so he reached out and steadied them.

After a few moments, you got to the point of the letter that was apart from the introductory and the whole “we have reviewed the draft that you had submitted”, and then… you saw it; the most important section of the message:

“We have accepted your idea for your book and would like to schedule an appointment with you to talk about the process and…”

You honestly didn’t even finish reading it because the tears in your eyes were blurring your vision. You turned towards your husband and wrapped your arms around him as you just cried tears of joy. He pulled you close, placing a kiss upon the top of your head as he had a huge smile on his face. 

“I’m so proud of you, my love. I know you worked so hard on this, and I will try to be there for you during every step of the process of the publication of your book. You deserve this and more, my princess.”

His words alone made you start crying anymore, and he pulled away to start wiping the tears from your eyes with the handkerchief that you had gotten for him a while ago. It had both your initials sewn into the silk, and he always kept it on him to remind him who he was fighting for when he was away.

That aside, the next day he came home with a bouquet of flowers as well as a box of chocolate and a small bottle of champagne to celebrate. Don’t worry about that guy who gave you trouble either. The person in charge of the publication office got a letter from the Queen herself that the man at the front desk is no longer allowed to work there. Edward did have to pull a few strings, but he would make sure that no one like that would ever get in your way again.

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Cousin mother reader

How would Ceil other family members ( Edward, Elizabeth,Freancist Maiford ) and meet the found forgotten branch of the Phantomhive ( baby cousin who is still young and his beautiful young mother who is still trying to convince the young Earl to get them out of the family registry), as obvious of they are from the States

It'll be interesting if you mix with the Native American mother as the child will have eye color similar to Rachel eye color, and asked for some help from Francis to convince Ceil to disown them so they could go back to America but no success

Cousin Mother Reader Meeting the Family | Yandere Black Butler

They might be considered your in-laws but their family right? They’ll understand your pain, right? Be willing to be the words of reason to a boy in over his head…right?:

Francis Midford

“Please (Y/n), have you lost your sense of decorum? Know your place.”

She admires you in actuality 

which is why she avidly commits to speaking with you often

It is also why she has a tendency to force you into the role she wants for you

Deep down though she enjoys the seniority over you

She’s been a mother longer than you, yes

She’s been a woman in nobility, yes

So you should only rely on her 

After all, she isn’t the only one cheering on your escape

Elizabeth Midford

“That can’t be true! I-i’m sure Ciel is just trying to protect you!” 

Is so torn

She thinks you’re so cool, so smart, and so eloquent–being a lawyer and all

But Ciel can’t be wrong

She could listen to you lecture and raves about the ‘corrupt’ system for hours

When she first met you dashing to cover you in pink, you stopped her with such grace and beauty 

It was fine you look beautiful in every color

She loves you even when you were in a rage

She did help Sebastian restrain you but she really is on your side

So keep talking to her

Keep praising her

Only think of her!

Edward Midford

“A woman such as yourself shouldn’t be doing this kind of work! If anything you may rely on me!” 

He’s enthralled by you+ mildly interested in you

Your will and presence make any man especially him want to come to your aid

Since you’re so eager to get away from Ciel

A wonderful trait he wishes Elizabeth shared 

he’ll take you away from him…as his wife

Don’t recoil this is the only way

He agrees you’re future shouldn’t be decided by Ciel 

It should be him

And only him

[kuroshitsuji-scenarios]

Hello! I really don’t know if your doing requests! But I have to ask this or at least share this with someone!

So think, who is the most gentleman of gentle men you can think of in Black butler. For me, it’s Edward. And then think of the most non-noble man of noble men. Joker. So think of this hear me out. They never met before, but then going after the same reader. *mic drop*

Thats all! Thank you!

That's quite an interesting idea to elaborate on 🤔

Edward Midford vs Joker:

First of all, it's the status that would give Joker off the biggest sense of inequality. He wouldn't consider himself as unworthy of your love or insecure about his flaws or anything of that sort, no. The very first thought that'd occur in his mind is how his rival has not only wealth but also the title and position in the society which is enough to actually make him the best candidate for your hand.

He, on the other hand, could offer you freedom. It may not be the easiest life but surely there has to be more to it than using silver cutlery and speaking in a sophisticated manner—he'd give you all the love you deserve, all his attention and the sense of belonging. The family. They won't be as courteous as the nobles but they'd respect you as his partner. Shouldn't that be enough when it comes to true love?

Edward wouldn't know how to react to realising that it's a circus member that is trying to steal your heart from him. Is it some kind of joke? A trap? A test of his devotion? Whatever the reason, he won't give up, especially not to someone who'd make you live in a tent and eat leftover foods... you deserved everything best, after all—the softest bed sheets, the most detailed outfits, a lot of free time to indulge in your hobbies. He would give you all of this and much, much more. What could that clown give to you in comparison?

However, Joker is charming. He's a sweet-talker, he knows how to attract the audience and you, too. He has some silver tongue and although his tricks may seem cheap and boring in the eyes of an erudite such as Edward, there's no way he won't get your attention that way. And once your eyes are on him, he'll make sure that you'll feel like a princess by his side.

Can Edward sweep you off your feet in an instant? Can he charm you with his wit and jokes and compliments? Or all he has to offer is his family money, boring, tedious rules, do's and don'ts and the never ending play-pretend in front of the other members of nobility? While here, by Joker's side you can be anything you want.

The day you and Edward decided to attend the circus' show would definitely be the date when the invisible battle between two interests would start. There won't be much time to lose—it should end by the time the show is over, once you tasted both the sweet freedom of laughter and dancing however you please with a company who's serving you the most fancy praises and the rich flavour of perfume from the welcoming gift you received, your presence adored and cherished and admired by the most chivalrous man you've ever met.

Still, you have the last word.

[sleepingdeath-light]

improper behaviour ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (23/02/22)

word count ; 1354

content ; loss of virginity, submissive reader

fandom ; black butler

pairing ; edward midford x female reader

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In the decade and a half that you'd known your fiancé, he's been nothing short of a stickler for the rules; always the first one to get in line and the last one to leave formation. The sort to follow every instruction to the T and that would never do anything to deviate from what he had been told to do — unless that deviation involved protecting yourself or his sister from danger, but such a situation was more than understandable and did little to alleviate his reputation as a strict rule follower. All of that to say, he was the last person on this earth that you'd have expected to propose something as taboo as sex before marriage — especially not on a sunny Thursday afternoon, of all times.

Granted, yes, your wedding had just been delayed for the thirty-sixth time in four years and the two of you had been getting quite antsy as of late, but you didn’t expect him to go so far as to propose something so potentially damaging to your reputations. If you were to get caught it could very well ruin your lives, and you knew your family couldn’t afford to take such a blow as much as Edward’s could.

Which is why you were constantly looking back at Edward’s bedroom door over his shoulder as he made quick work of unbuttoning and untying your corset and blouse. Anxious that at any moment a relative or servant could come crashing through and see you in the midst of such improper behaviour.

So anxious that you were trembling from more than just adrenaline when the last of your skirts fell to a heap on the ground and as you started to work on removing Edward’s vest and shirt. So obvious in your fears that your beloved tightly grasped your hands in his own and spoke up.

‘My dear, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, it’s no slight against me to say no. I can wait,’

‘No, darling, it’s not that I don’t want to do this,’ you stammered for a moment before sighing and hanging your head, ‘I just fear what could happen if we’re caught. What could happen to you if it’s misinterpreted, what could -’

‘You worry too much about what could happen,’ he interrupted, tilting your head up with the side of his hand and smiling at you, ‘and don’t focus nearly enough on what’s happening in the moment,’

That made you laugh as you leaned over to give him a gentle kiss.

‘Well I suppose you’re right,’

‘That is the role of the husband, you know,’ he joked, smiling against your lips.

‘Then you’ve had more than your fair bit of practise,’

‘Shall we?’ Edward spoke up after a few beats, tilting his head to one side, the childish gesture making you giggle as you took his hand in yours.

‘We shall.’

And that was all the confirmation he needed to pick you up and carry you, laughing and curling into his chest, over to the bed. A clear indicator of what was to come.

————

Without even taking the time to undress himself, Edward immediately pounced upon you; pinning you to the bed as he began a relentless attack on your face, neck and chest — kissing, sucking and licking his way down and delighting at every sound you made. Grinning mischievously against your breast when a well placed bite on your nipple had you arching your back up into him. Chuckling when a kiss against your pulse caused you to whimper. Moaning against you when a perfectly placed hickey on your collarbone coaxed a gasp from your beautiful lips.

Drinking in each and every response you gave him whilst he slowly, lovingly, worked his way down your body bit by bit by bit. Worshipping and adoring, kissing and nipping, every new bare centimetre of skin that he came across and making sure that no part of your body went unappreciated. Smiling at every giggle he earned, grunting at each moan and pressing a kiss to your navel when the muscles of your stomach tensed and twitched beneath his unfamiliar touch.

Inching closer and closer to your dropping sex, and not totally ignorant to the way you kept rubbing your thighs together and whining whenever his pelvis pressed down against yours for even a moment. But he refused to relent, to give into his need, until he was certain that you were ready.

So he kept on trailing his strong hands and passionate kisses lower and lower on your body. Along the expanse of your stomach to the insides of your thighs, parting them wider and wider and wider until you finally had enough and just outright begged him to take you already.

‘Darling, please, we don’t know how much longer we have. No more teasing; I need you inside of me now,’

And Edward, ever the obedient spouse, complied.

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It took him only a matter of moments to quickly undress and position himself between your legs. The tip of his aching, neglected cock pressing against your soaking entrance as he looked down at you, eyes soft and loving, awaiting your go ahead to finally push inside of you — which, thankfully for you both, he didn't need to wait very long to receive.

Slowly, oh do slowly, Edward began to slowly slide into your gushing hole — groaning and moaning under his breath at the feeling of your inner walls fluttering and squeezing his length as he went. With every new inch that entered your cunt, you could feel yourself stretching more and more, the feeling overwhelming and foreign but not unpleasant as you dug your fingertips into his shoulders to try and ground yourself. Then, after nearly a minute of this cautious pushing, he finally bottomed out inside of you and fell still, dropping his head down to press his forehead against yours as you both caught your breath and adjusted.

Edward remained unmoving for several more moments before finally shifting his weight to his forearms, placing a chaste kiss on your lips and starting to move again. He started off slow and cautious, carefully pulling his hips backwards until he was just barely inside of you before carefully sliding back in until he was bottomed out once again. Slowly in, slowly out; over and over again. Every thrust coaxing a new whimper or gasp from you that spurred him on further.

And, after a few minutes of this gentle treatment, he started to speed up; transitioning from those slow, deep thrusts to quick and shallow pounding — angling his hips just so in order to keep on brushing against your g-spot with every movement. Rough enough to have your eyes rolling back and your toes curling, but nowhere near enough to cause you harm, allowing himself to be guided by your reactions and your words whilst also letting himself enjoy the moment. Enjoy the feeling of being inside of you.

‘Please, darling,’ you gasped and whimpered when the head of his dick collided with your g-spot, ‘faster,’

And your fiancé, ever the gentleman, immediately complied. Obeying every command and bending to every plea until you were left a whimpering, whining, trembling mess beneath him, only able to comprehend the pleasure he was giving you. God you were so beautiful, and he wasn’t shy about telling you as such as he drove you over the edge of climax and beyond.

He called you the most beautiful woman in Britain when your lips parted into a perfect ‘o’ and your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders. He said that you were the love of his life as your pussy tightened and gushed around his throbbing cock. Insisted that you were perfect and gorgeous and wonderful as you whimpered and moaned and prayed and blasphemed and cried out for him beneath him. Slipped out a low and guttural phrase in spite of himself as he followed suit and spilled his seed into your spent cunt.

‘You have the most perfect pussy, my love, I can’t wait until I’m able to fuck it every night,’

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"Cats are great. They don't talk about useless things. Or do them. Nothing is cuter. They are something that don't exist in my world."

> Sebastian Michaelis

[CIEL PHANTOMHIVE]

[SEBASTIAN MICHAELIS]

[GRELL SUTCLIFF]

[WILLIAM T. SPEARS]

[EDWARD MIDFORD]

[TANAKA]

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(*) Will not, under any circumstances, write smut

(**) If you're into them then I won't deprive you ig

[edenityy]

( chapter seventeen ! )

"You look stunning, darling. Just like a princess."

The day is March eleventh, a Monday and Leah Barrett's seventeenth birthday. Decorations cover the halls and rooms of Barrett Manor to celebrate the special day and the front door consistently opens to allow guests to file inside, the elaborate decorations managing to mesmerize some individuals. But the real star is the birthday girl.

Sitting before a large vanity, Leah cheerfully gets the final touches added to her look, her mother stationed behind her with a smile full of admiration. Her dress is one of the largest she has ever worn. The main ensemble is pink and silky, but overtop are lace coverings in whites and yellows, creating a nice contrast that sits well beside her porcelain skin. Even the jewelry is appealing, a necklace full of pearls and gems while her earrings are flowers and dip into a pearl.

A soft and genuine smile covers the brunette's face, allowing her mother to add a floral headpiece to the side of her hair done up in a low, braided bun. "Thank you, Mama."

"It is about time we head downstairs now, can't be late for your celebration!" Vivienne responds as she steps towards the door.

Following suit, Leah waves for Anna who stands in the corner of the room to follow her before boldly stepping out of her room. Her eyes light up at the sight of the decorations, woven through the halls that radiate a magical feeling for the girl. But it isn't until she reaches the top of the stairs and looks down that she is even more surprised.

"There are more people than I anticipated!" Leah stares at the guests in wonder, ranging from close friends to distant relatives. She has not seen most of these people in years, startled at the fact that they even bothered to attend.

Vivienne lets out a giggle. "Well, surely you weren't expecting we would host a celebration this large for the.. five people you speak to? Someone must attend," she shakes her head lightheartedly and sticks out an arm for Leah to grab.

Giving a small pout, Leah takes ahold of her mother's arm and the pair set off down the stairs. Guests turn their attention to the birthday girl descending the stairs, marveling at the size of her dress and knowing that the celebration will now officially commence. It is not until the women reach the bottom of the stairs does the dress shows its true size, nearly half of Leah's height horizontally.

"Let us say hello to—"

Hardly having a moment to blink, Vivienne watches the blur of pink and yellow fly past her.

"Gwendolyn!" Leah calls out, speeding for her cousin with open arms.

Gwendolyn Vásquez, a first cousin of Leah through her mother's side, is a girl who just barely breaches average height. Her skin is naturally tanned and her hair is pin-straight and dark brown, drawing attention to her Hispanic heritage. Most have always found it hard to believe the pair are related, but they remain inseparable despite their rare chances to see each other.

A bright smile flashes on the face of the younger girl, wrapping her arms around the birthday girl. "Leah! It has been so long," Gwendolyn squeezes her with the little amount of might she has.

"It has been nearly a year! I'm afraid that if I want to see you, we may have to start kidnapping Aunt Florence," Leah's tone is joking, although not entirely unserious.

"I can't wait until I marry!" Gwendolyn huffs. "I'll be able to see you much more often."

Nodding, Leah almost smiles knowing that her cousin is only a year or two away from debuting into society. "Ah—"

Vivienne approaches from behind. "Don't spend too much time on one person, darling," she begins to usher the two girls to the ballroom where the guests have moved.

"But Mama!" whines Leah.

"You can spend as much time with Gwendolyn as you would like after you greet your other guests! Have respect for those that have come," Vivienne leads her daughter over to a corner filled with her aunts and uncles.

Grumbling under her breath, Leah begrudgingly shuffles through the large ballroom. "I don't even like most of these people.."

— ౨ৎ —

After many reluctant greetings to such an extensive guest list. The room is filled with people Leah can hardly remember, second cousins, family friends, and individuals she only speaks with once a month. All of it leaves her feeling quite drained as she is twirled back into the arms of her father, looking up to a proud smile.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" Lucius asks. "I hope everything is to your liking.." he whispers, recounting the amount of time he spent planning.

Looking up into her father's eyes, Leah nearly pouts and shifts closer further from his arms, feeling his hands settle on her forearms. "Why did you invite so many peop—"

"Papa, where did you get the cake? It's delicious."

Stepping over to the scene is none other than Daniel Barrett, a plate in one hand and a fork in the other. His face is stuffed with chocolate cake, threatening to fall out of his mouth and ruin his suit. But that doesn't stop the boy from talking with his mouth full and ducking away from his curious aunties who pester him about a future engagement.

"You are already eating cake?" asks Leah in exasperation. The celebration began not even an hour ago, so she knows that there is no possible way the cake has already been cut.

Shoving another bite of cake into his mouth, Daniel gives a roll of his eyes. "There are two separate cakes besides the main cake, I will have cake if I want to have cake!"

"He has quite a bit of sass."

"I have sass?!"

"Don't start arguing.."

The Barrett siblings huff in annoyance before their father can scold them, though there is a playful undertone to it. This playful exterior seems to be sucked out of the older boy when he looks at a figure behind Leah, earning a shift in both Lucius and Daniel's moods.

Daniel scowls but it is hard to tell if he is serious or not. "Who invited you?" he chews on another bite of cake.

Clearing his throat, Ciel stands behind his fiancé with a smile plastered on his face, unsure of how to feel with the sheer number of people in the room. He wears a simple but classy suit with a tie matching the pink shade of Leah's dress, his hair done up a bit special for the occasion. When she mentioned the celebration would be grand, he hadn't expected this.

Leah turns around to see who her father and brother are looking at, face lighting up at the sight. "Ciel, you came!" she dives in for a hug.

"I wouldn't miss it," Ciel wraps a firm arm around her waist, trying to ignore the large dress pressing against him. "Lau is here with Ran Mao. And I believe I saw Elizabeth and Prince Soma at the food table."

Pulling away, Leah gazes about the room to spot any of the mentioned individuals. "I will have to seek them out if they don't find me first.. There are quite a few people in attendance, hard to see past all the heads," she pouts, view blocked by the many tall men that fill her family.

"Is it alright if I give you one of your gifts now?" Ciel clears his throat, "I'm afraid it can't wait very long."

"I don't mind!" she flashes a smile.

Watching her fiancé walk off, Leah turns to her father and brother in anticipation of her present. Despite the numerous boxes that litter a table filled with gifts just for her, she has spent the last week the most excited about what Ciel would possibly give her.

Reentering the room, the Phantomhive servants gather in a small group and draw attention from the other guests. Ciel stands beside them and prepares to show off the gift, praying they don't mess up.

Stepping forward, Bardoy is missing a cigarette when he smiles, pulling out a party popper to shoot confetti in Leah's direction. After him is Meyrin who pops up from behind him, singing an off-tune song as Sebastian pulls her into his arms to do a classic waltz. Finally, Finnian steps up last with a basket situated between his arms, sweating nervously but keeping an unwavering smile firm on his face.

Finnian is bold, taking steps closer to the Barrett and lowering the basket to stomach level. At first, the room fills with silence and Ciel's agitation at the poor execution from his servants, awaiting to see what it is in the basket. But it's not until the gardener lifts the top do the guests look in awe at a white-furred dog popping its head out, staring straight up at Leah.

Looking at the dog and back up at Finnian, Leah tilts her head when the little bundle of fur starts trying to sniff her. She has never seen a dog like this before, eliciting confusion but still sending a happy signal off in her head.

"Are you giving my sister a deformed rabbit?" asks Daniel incredulously, ready to start yelling at Ciel. However, it is hard to take him seriously with a half-full plate of cake in his hand.

"Daniel.." Lucius pinches between his brows in frustration.

Ciel deadpans. "It's a dog," he shakes his head at how ridiculous the question sounds. "A Pomeranian to be exact. They are a bit rare and are becoming popular with Queen Victoria."

Bending down to get a better look at the animal, Leah gently wraps her hands around its body to pick it up. She doesn't react at first, once again looking back at Finnian who can only smile in response. But when the dog sniffs her face and gives a lick to her cheek, the Barrett nearly squeals in pure excitement.

"It's so cute!" she tries to avoid yelling, not wanting to hurt the dog's ears. "I shall name you.."

The ballroom fills with silence, anticipating the name Leah will give to the dog. Most know her to be quite indecisive and lack creativity, preparing for a name just as ridiculous as Daniel's previous question. This doesn't waver the girl though, staring at the ball of fluff in thought.

"PomPom!" Leah announces. "Your name is PomPom!"

Living up to her lack of creativity, Leah gives the Pomeranian one of the first names to cross her mind. Not that she cares what others would think about the name aspect. Leah is just glad Ciel showed his face at her birthday celebration and came with a present as cute as this one, as well as more she has yet to see.

She hands the dog off to Daniel who hands it to Finnian and runs over to Ciel, enveloping him in a tight hug. "Thank you so much! It is so cute, I love it!" Leah hops in the spot where she stands.

"It is a male," Ciel gives a gentle correction, slowly wrapping his arms around her in return.

Watching the scene, Daniel is unimpressed. "I still don't believe that is a dog."

Gwendolyn walks over with a shake of her head and takes the dog from Finnian, shaking PomPom lightly in front of Leah. As much as she wants to groan at her brother's words, Leah doesn't let them cloud her feelings for the animal.

"I don't care if he is a dog or not, he is absolutely adorable!" Leah gushes and plucks the dog out of Gwendolyn's arms, holding him close to her chest.

"It looks like a deformed rabbit," quips Daniel.

Turning around faster than one can blink, Leah glares sharply at her brother, PomPom still in her arms. "How is it that you are the heir?"

"What do you mean by that?" Daniel raises a brow.

"I mean that you are simple and wouldn't survive a day running a household," retorts Leah.

Flashing an offended look, Daniel hands off his now empty plate to a passing butler. "I am very much capable!"

"Please never reproduce."

"Now you are just talking to talk!"

"I am talking because I am right! If you reproduce your child will end up simple as well."

"Papa, do you hear this?"

"Do not cry to Papa! Go cry to a woman in the hopes she will marry you."

"Excuse me?!"

All of the guests watch in astonishment as the siblings take a previously light moment and turn it into an argument, silence being the only thing to accompany the voices. It's not until Vivienne harshly whispers to Lucius that it comes to an end.

"Enough! Both of you!" Lucius raises his voice, nearly yelling.

Feigning a pout at her father's interruption, Leah shuffles over to a giggling Gwendolyn who holds PomPom after managing to sneak him out of her arms and tries to strike conversation with Ciel. However, Daniel is relieved by the silence, feeling comfort knowing that his sister can not embarrass him before all of his family members.

Miraculously, the guests return to their previous activities after watching the dispute. Anyone who has visited the Barrett household more than once knows that bickering is a common occurrence between the two "children" of the manor, then proceeding to hug and laugh the next moment as if it never happened. But to those within the ballroom, that is their least concern, focusing on enjoying the prestigious night.

— ౨ৎ —

With the situation having cooled off, the fight was practically pushed to the back of people's minds to instead cheerfully celebrate, cutting the main cake. It is triple-decked and covered in intricate designs with the icing, cut open to reveal the vanilla flavor. Leah's favorite as she can't eat anything overly sweet.

Leah marvels at the sight of her cake, though as beautiful as it is, she is conflicted on whether she should eat a peace. Nonetheless, a friend of her's named Henrietta keeps her distracted, pointing out a display of ripe and plump strawberries that the Barrett is sure to adore.

Henrietta Sánchez is a childhood friend of Leah's, the girls have known each other since the age of five. She is of a similar ancestral descent to Gwendolyn, also being Hispanic with tanned skin and hair so dark it nearly appears black. However, unlike the Barrett's cousin, Henrietta is nearly an entire foot shorter than Leah and harbors a more stout build.

"I did not expect you to attend," Leah lifts a strawberry to her lips.

Furrowing her brows, Henrietta cranes her neck to look up at Leah. "Why?"

Leah shrugs. "We haven't had much time to see each other as of late. I thought you might have wanted to do something else instead," she whispers.

"Just because we lack the time to see each other, does not mean I care any less," Henrietta smiles softly. "As long as you attend my birthday celebration as well."

A giggle leaves Leah. "I would not miss it for the world."

Silence falls upon the pair and it is comfortable for them, matching their naturally quiet personalities. This silence is broken though when Elizabeth bounds over at the sight of her friend, dodging anyone who happens to be in her way. She doesn't get noticed until she wraps her arms around Leah a little too tightly.

However, poor Edward seems to not be noticed entirely until he speaks up. "Happy birthday, Leah!" he cheers with a bright smile on his face, shifting nervously.

"Edward.." the corners of Leah's mouth pull up ever so slightly. "Thank you very—" she is cut off when the boy's sister decides to speak up.

"Leah, this is the first time I have gotten to see you up close today!" yells Elizabeth in pure excitement. "You look like Antoinette!"

A noise of discomfort escapes Leah, but she smiles nonetheless. "Thank you.."

Elizabeth begins chatting away before she notices Henrietta stationed beside Leah, getting a piece of cake. "Who is this?"

It takes Leah a moment to realize who Elizabeth is talking about. "Ah.. Elizabeth, this is Henrietta Sánchez," she gestures the best that she can while still encased in Elizabeth's arms. "Henrietta, this is Elizabeth Midford."

Thankfully for Leah, Elizabeth pulls away to instead approach Henrietta and happily talks her ear off, giving the Barrett a chance to scope out the room once more. But when she glances at the few people still surrounding the table for cake, she notices Prince Soma happily taking a plate with Agni a few steps behind him.

"Happy birthday, little sister!" Soma flashes his brightest smile before taking a large bite of cake.

Her brows furrow. "Who invited you?" Leah asks before she pauses, realizing how rude it sounds. "A genuine question. I don't recall my father knowing you. Thank you though— for the birthday wishes."

Elizabeth speaks up. "I did!"

Blinking in surprise, Leah nearly responds until she notices Ran Mao in the near distance. She immediately perks up at the sight and disregards her current conversation in favor of approaching one of her other friends, having not seen her in months.

"Ran Mao!" exclaims Leah, her running coming to a stop once she's positioned in front of Ran Mao and Lau. "I am so happy you are in attendance! I had to sneak your invitation into the pile when my father was not looking.."

Taking a bite of cake that she is sharing with Lau, Ran Mao nods. "You're welcome."

"Happy seventeenth birthday," Lau speaks up with a smirk. Though it is clear he mainly came for the food.

Leah gives a tight-lipped smile, starting to feel a sudden exhaustion but still thankful for all of the birthday wishes. "Thank you!"

To no one's surprise, a blanket of silence falls upon the trio. It would be much more awkward if it weren't for the fact that Leah's social battery feels like it is slowly draining before her eyes, threatening to leave her an empty shell of a person. Or that Leah is naturally comfortable with Ran Mao. 'Why are the lights so bright?'

Before Leah is capable of fixing her lips to break the silence, the sound of numerous displeased voices meets her ears. Upon turning around, she notices that the sounds are emitting from the servant's feet away at the food table. At first, Leah can't exactly realize what the commotion is about.

Excusing herself from her 'conversation' with Ran Mao and Lau, Leah takes small steps over to the batch of Phantomhive and Barrett servants. "What is all this noise about?" she asks. 'I am the one who is supposed to act displeased.'

Both Thomas and Sebastian glance away from their scolding. "We were just informing them that they cannot eat the cake. It is reserved for the guests," says Thomas, devoid of emotion and almost making Leah shiver with his stare.

Noticing the disappointed look on Finnian's face, Leah almost feels a form of guilt. "Let them eat cake.." she mumbles, begrudgingly grabbing a plate for Anna when she notices how she stares as well.

"But, Lady Le—" Sebastian attempts to object.

"There is plenty to go around. You all can help minimize waste," Leah says, a ghost of a smile forming when she sees how much happier Meyrin and Bardroy look. "Except Thomas. Thomas gets nothing!" her tone immediately shifts to one that is much more harsh, reflecting her current want to step away from all the people crowding the room.

Finnian looks up mid-bite, face ever so slightly flushed. "Don't you believe you're being a bit harsh, My Lady?"

"He deserves nothing!" Leah repeats in frustration.

Strangely enough, Thomas says nothing in return. He doesn't need to after all. He enjoys the mean words, knowing that her fear and guard around him slowly chip away. After what most would claim are pointless years of serving a bratty daughter of a wealthy family, this has become the demon's normal. Quite pathetic if you ask Leah.

Leah grabs a grape from a bowl in agitation and stuffs it in her mouth, unknowingly giving Anna a signal that she might be set off soon. Thankfully, Daniel comes to the rescue. But it is far from intentional, as he is grabbing his third slice of cake.

The voices of the guests drone in Leah's ears as her eyes fall upon Daniel, blinking wildly. "You are having another slice of cake?" she asks incredulously.

"Yes," Daniel playfully giggles in her face and brings the cake to her lips, letting her take a small bite. "Papa says in half of an hour all of the guests are going outside to see something in the garden. I believe it is just to show off the flowers in bloom," the boy rolls his eyes.

Leah's eyes glaze over, hardly paying attention to half of her brother's words. "Well, I shall spend some time in the garden before then. I cannot handle all of these people."

"Don't take too long, I need someone to talk to so our aunts stop pestering me about an engagement.." he glances around the ballroom in a paranoid manner. "Oh, and your rabbit peed on Gwendolyn's hand."

Not having it in her to argue or react, Leah sighs through her nose as she begins to walk off. "It is a dog.."

Initially, she worries that it will be hard to escape from the room given that she is the center of attention. And her humongous dress. But to Leah's relief, the number of people makes it hard to easily spot her amongst the heads blocking anyone's view, allowing her to swiftly duck out of the door. Though Thomas is not particularly pleased with her departure.

Outside in the halls, the sounds of the ballroom fade the farther she gets, the noise of her heels clicking against the floor slowly taking over. Most of — if not all — of the people inside the manor are in the ballroom, including the guests, which leaves the building feeling very desolate despite the shining decorations. Something Leah is accustomed to.

Leah eventually speeds up her steps once the double doors to the garden come into view, pushing them open and feeling a wave of relief wash upon her. Making her way over to the gazebo, she shakes her head in an attempt to clear her thoughts. ‘Why can't I handle social interaction like a normal person?'

Gleams of moonlight shine down on the garden and reflect on Leah's skin, making it appear as though she is emitting a glow. The sounds of rustling leaves fail to calm her down, unlike how it normally does. It is such a lovely day but she can't keep her emotions in check.

Her hands grip the railing of the gazebo and she tries to close her eyes, taking deep breaths to steady herself. 'Why is it that everyone suddenly feels so annoying? Or that it is too loud and the lights begin to hurt my eyes? Everything is so exhausting sometimes..' Leah fights the urge to take her hair down, choosing to stare ahead of her at the colorful flowers.

'The quiet is always—'

The sounds of rustling footsteps pull Leah from her thoughts, almost earning a noise of irritation. Those footsteps belong to none other than Ciel Phantomhive, peeking his head over a tall bush and approaching when he notices his fiancé.

"I thought I saw you leave," his voice cuts through the air as he comes to stand beside her.

Throwing Ciel a glance, Leah prefers to keep her gaze trained in the general direction of the moon. "I was beginning to feel uncomfortable.." she mumbles.

Ciel's brows furrow. "Uncomfortable with what?"

"Interaction I suppose. I spoke to too many people for too long— it is overwhelming," there is a waver in Leah's voice.

Silence falls upon them when Ciel takes a moment to think, observing her face from a side angle under the moonlight. "You haven't smiled much as of late," he points out.

"This is the normal amount in which I smile," she retorts.

"Yes, but normally—" Ciel can't finish his sentence.

Leah gulps, fidgeting with her fingers. "Because I thought you would like me more."

The rustling leaves fill the stunned silence as Ciel thinks of what to say. "What do you mean?" he asks.

"I thought if I acted more like a desirable lady— more like Elizabeth, you would like me more. But it has never worked. You look at me no different," Leah's voice shakes when she says these words, unable to bring herself to look at Ciel.

Ciel's eyes soften with a turn of his head, looking down and placing one of his hands on Leah's. "I like you the way that you are. I just struggle to express myself," he whispers, leaving out the part of how he knowingly pushes others away.

Lifting her head, tears prick Leah's eyes when she looks into Ciel's blue ones. "But you have always shown a preference for Elizabeth.. You are always much kinder to her."

"I do not have a preference for Elizabeth," Ciel corrects. "And I am only more kind because Elizabeth can be quite emotional. You don't cry nearly as much as she does."

Leah blinks, a wave of stubbornness overcoming her. "But—"

"No buts," he grabs ahold of both of her shoulders before she can testify, staring into her eyes. "I chose you. I sought you out and harassed your father just for your hand in marriage. If I liked Elizabeth more than you I would not still be in this arrangement."

The Phantomhive's words echo through the wind, causing Leah's ears to ring. She stumbles over her words and cannot find a proper response, an inner battle taking place within the confines of her head. Blinking past the light shining into the side of her eye, she shakes her head with parted lips.

"It is not as if you can leave this arrangement," she whispers. "If you were to break off a second engagement, your reputation would be in shambles. You are stuck with me regardless of how you feel," Leah seems set on finding any possible reason she can find to back up her claims, regardless of how ridiculous she is starting to sound.

The grip on her shoulders getting ever so tighter, Ciel releases a shaky breath. "I want to be with you! What part of that do you not understand you stubborn girl?!" he raises his voice into a near yell and his cheeks have a faint flush.

A sound rivaling that of a gasp escapes Leah, staring up at Ciel as her eyes dance across his face. Her chest heaves with heavy movements as she tries to maintain her breathing, pushing against the corset molding against her waist and bosom.

Chill air encases the pair, adding a dreamlike atmosphere amidst their moment. 'Certainly this is not real?' Leah's hands twitch as she feels the warmth of Ciel's on her shoulders, causing her to take a small step closer. It isn't until she is nearly pressing against him that the blue-haired boy almost comes to his senses.

Settling onto her toes, Leah brings her face closer. It doesn't make much of a difference to the height gap, due to the heels, but it is effective in making Ciel's breath nearly stop. A long pause comes over them before the Barrett brings her lips crashing onto his in a soft, but chaste kiss.

When they pull apart, they stare into each other's eyes, the darkness making it harder to see. Neither Ciel nor Leah are sure of what to say, both closing and opening their mouths in the manner of a fish trying to find even just a word to say. 'This is real..'

"Ciel.." Leah decides to be the first to break the silence, slowly dropping from her position on her toes.

Unlike the Barrett who feels a slight sense of bliss, Ciel is unsure of how to feel. "Leah," he murmurs, feeling conflicted.

Lips parting, Leah's pale cheeks burn up with the way Ciel stares down at her. "I—"

She is quick to cut off her sentence at the sound of approaching footsteps, practically throwing herself away from Ciel in favor of planting herself at the other end of the gazebo. Through the moonlight, Daniel shows his face and stops at the entrance, eyeing both of them up suspiciously.

"What are you two doing?" he asks with a raised brow, looking back and forth between the betrothed pair.

Leah shakes her head frantically. "Nothing! I came out here to think, Ciel merely ended up following me."

"Are you trying to compromise my sister's virtue, Phantomhive? Just because you are betrothed does not mean you can—" Daniel raises his voice into a yell, a protective urge overcoming him.

"No!" Ciel shakes his head and takes a step back. "It is nothing like that! We were just having a conversation," his voice is clear to appear more confident, almost startled by the bulkier figure of the heir to the Barrett name.

Daniel doesn't respond when he hears the faint sound of voices getting louder, squinting his eyes in an attempt to intimidate Ciel. "The guests shall be out here any moment now. I wanted to warn my sister," he adjusts on his feet.

"Well, I suppose we get a head start on the view!" Leah laughs oddly, earning a look from her older brother.

There isn't much left to say about the situation between the three, Daniel simply waves his sister over to follow him. Leah obeys despite her wish to stay and talk with Ciel about what just happened, picking up the skirts of her dress to step forward, slightly haltered by the lowered hems she isn't accustomed to.

Stepping past Ciel, she stops beside him subtly to gently smile up at him. "Thank you.. truly," she whispers.

Ciel doesn't have a chance to respond before a voice cuts through the air, the sounds of the guest's chatter also growing louder.

"Leah!" calls out Daniel, waiting expectantly for her to follow in his trail.

Turning her head around to face her brother, she smiles and lightly jogs after him.

"Coming!"

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𝐋𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 “𝐕𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬” 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞! 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣!!!

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐜�� 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 ⬇️

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰

[rikusempai]

Black Butler Master List

Taking requests !

Any character welcomed!

Edward Midford

"Eunoia" Wattpad Teaser

[ Edward Midford x Fem!Reader] fluff!

Sebastian Michalis

Coming soon…

[ciciyup]

🏹 Hii, thank you for stopping by my blog, this is a safe space, feel comfortable here please. You can call me Cici, I'm new to all this so I hope you can be patient with me (⁠´⁠∩⁠｡⁠•⁠ ⁠ᵕ⁠ ⁠•⁠｡⁠∩⁠`⁠)

🏹 English is not my first language, I usually use Google Translate so I'm sorry for any grammar or other errors.

🏹 I don't have an exact day and time to update, I really do it when I have imagination and time. I can upload three stories at a time and then disappear for six months lol.

🏹 This post will be updated as I have more things to add.

🏹 I'll start by writing headcanons and drabbles since I'm pretty rusty. I will write longer stories from time to time if I have enough inspiration.

🏹 Here will be my rules and the fandoms I will write for, feel free to ask if you have any questions, I will answer them as soon as I can.

🏹 None of the images I use are my own, they are all from Pinterest. All rights go to their respective authors.

🏹 I do not use the reader's name nor do I mention it.

🏹 Here is my masterlist, you can find it for the characters I have written and the different fandoms.

🏹 I don't support cheating, yandere, or anything that follows that line in real life. I can write it, but beyond that, I don't agree with it happening in reality.

𝕽𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘

—ᯓᡣ𐭩: I write only for the fandoms that are here. If there is a character I didn't name, I may not write for this one.

—ᯓᡣ𐭩: I write only for the female reader or neutral reader.

—ᯓᡣ𐭩: I don't write character x oc or character x character.

—ᯓᡣ𐭩: I accept suggestions, maybe I could end up writing them if I like them but I don't guarantee anything.

—ᯓᡣ𐭩: I write anything except: self-harm, au's, polyamorous relationships (If necessary for the story I can give a brief description of the matter of these first three things, but I will not go into too much detail), zoofilia, anything involving urine, feces, foot fetish, drugs.

𝕱𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒𝖘

── .⭑.ᐟ Black Butler

── .⭑.ᐟ Record Of Ragnarok

── .⭑.ᐟ My Hero Academia

── .⭑.ᐟ Twilight

── .⭑.ᐟ Rise Of The Guardians

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝕴 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗

✞ Black Butler:

Ciel Phantomhive (only platonically)

Vincent Phantomhive

Sebastian Michaelis

Undertaker

Snake

Finnian (only platonically)

Joker

Lau

Agni

Soma

Bravat

Diederich

Alois Trancy (only platonically)

Gregory Violet

Edgar Redmond

Edward Midford

Charles Grey

Drocell Keinz

❦ Record Of Ragnarok:

Loki

Adam

Shiva

Hades

Ares

Zerofuku (only platonically)

Poseidon

Hermes

Apollo

Beelzebub

Nikola Tesla

Eve

Goll (only platonically)

Thrud

✰ My Hero Academia:

Monoma Neito

Shinso Hitoshi

Yuga Aoyama

Izuku Midoriya

Shoto Todoroki

Cathleen Bate

Melissa Shield

Itsuka Kendo

☾ Twilight:

Demetri Volturi

Felix Volturi

Aro Volturi

Jane Volturi (only platonically)

Alec Volturi (only platonically)

Carlisle Cullen

Seth Clearwater

Embry Call

Paul Lahote

Jared Cameron

❅ Rise Of The Guardians:

Pitch Black

Jack Frost

☔︎︎ Miraculous Ladybug:

Luka Couffaine

Nathaniel Kurtzberg

Adrien Agreste

Felix Fathom

Alix Kubdel

Zoe Lee

Chloe Bourgeois

Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Lastly, please don't forget to be nice here. I would like us all to be able to interact with respect and kindness. Thanks for stopping by! I hope you have a nice day and stay healthy (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

─cici🏹

[thatanimewriter]

KUROSHITSUJI MASTERLIST.

✦ - fluff

❖ - angst

☼ - general (reader excluded)

☾ - suggestive

⛧ - crack

☁ - series

✼ - supporters only

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 + 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 /  𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  

── 𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐒.

mistress s/o walking down the halls at night (✦) reader who isn’t scared of his demon form (✦) reader who isn’t scared of his demon form pt. 2 (☾) shatter (❖) fem!s/o dies from sickness when he’s away (❖) reader who is adopted and has major insecurities (✦)

── 𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄.

reader with an evil twin brother (⛧)

── 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐘.

multilingual s/o (✦, ⛧)

── 𝐌𝐄𝐘-𝐑𝐈𝐍.

an s/o from a higher class (✦) flirty!reader being flirted with instead (✦, ⛧)

── 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐘.

an s/o from a higher class (✦) s/o who is sweet but only to them (✦) multilingual s/o (✦, ⛧)

── 𝐄𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐃.

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── 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘.

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── 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐓𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄.

a shy girlfriend (✦) platonic relationship with a child!reader who looks up to her (✦) reader who is adopted and has major insecurities (✦) reader 1 year clean from self-harm (✦)

── 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐓. 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒.

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── 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃.

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── 𝐉𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑.

multilingual s/o (✦, ⛧) reader who is adopted and has major insecurities (✦)

── 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓.

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── 𝐃𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑.

multilingual s/o (✦, ⛧)

── 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋.

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── 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐄.

gardener s/o who isn’t scared of snakes (✦) an s/o from a higher class (✦) s/o who is sweet but only to them (✦) s/o with a forked tongue (✦, ☾) multilingual s/o (✦, ⛧) snake’s the type of guy (✦)

── 𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐖𝐄𝐑.

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── 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐓𝐎𝐍.

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── 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋.

falling in love with ciel’s older sister (✦)

── 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓.

reader who is adopted and has major insecurities (✦)

── 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊.

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── 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃.

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── 𝐉𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓.

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── 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐀.

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── 𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐈.

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[dexpairs-blog]

BLACK BUTLER FANDOM HEAR ME OUT

I NEED a fanfic for Edward with a modern reader that teases the shit out of him because they think his reactions are cute

Platonic or romantic i don't care AAAAAAA PLEASE IK BEGGING YOU

[albedos-little-helper]

Edward Midford x reader

Request by @yumeastreea

Summary: Francis forces Edward into an arranged marriage which he isn’t too thrilled about at first but kinda falls in love at first sight i guess. Kinda only his pov No Francis slander i love her ;-;

Wc: 850 words

Authors note: i had a vision i swear idk what happened.

Edward always did everything to not anger his mother, the Marchioness Francis Midford, in any way, shape or form. He quickly learned that this would make life easier for him, the rest of the family and the whole staff. He had his duties as the eldest son of the Midfords and he fulfilled them as best as he could, but when a few weeks after his 18th birthday his mother started to make comments about finding him a suitable wife soon, he was stunned to say the least.

It wasn’t unusual that she would push such an issue now. Far from it. Most of the young gentleman his age were already in some sort of promised relationship, but somehow he always managed to avoid this topic. Its not like he didn’t like the idea of marriage, an own home and eventually some children, but he always imagined that he could choose the person to spend the rest of his life with himself. He must admit that his way of thinking is kind of naive for someone of his rank, but the fact that his sister already has a fiancé while he doesn’t always gave him hope. He thought that his parents might have forgotten about that part.

To his surprise his mother was already prepared and in contact with multiple other families that had a daughter his age and by the time he finally gave in to the idea of an arraigned marriage it only took a couple of letters to schedule a first meeting with his soon to be fiancé and her family. As expected he had no say at all in choosing the woman he was supposed to get engaged with. Which was probably better for him because he was a nervous wreck. He knew he could have never made a proper decision regarding this topic himself and even though he felt quite left out he was also very glad for is mothers assistance.

So after dozens of letters that were send between Francis and y/ns mother it was finally time for both family to meet in person. The two women agreed on nothing too fancy at the mansion of the midford family. Edward already heard a lot of good things about his future fiancé, but only from his mother so most of it was related to her status and reputation. Of course she reassured him that y/n was a lovely person, but that didn't calm him down one bit and the longer he waited for the day of the get together to arrive the more anxious he got.

What if he doesn’t make a good impression on y/n?

What if they have nothing in common?

Or even worse. What if Lizzy doesn’t like her?

The more he thought about y/n the more worried he got.

The day of their meeting finally arrived and Edward was even more nervous than expected. He was extremely tired due to the lack of sleep last night what made him look a little sick. His mother had to constantly correct his posture and at this point his father just felt really sorry for him. Luckily his dear sister had the brilliant idea to surprise her fiancé with a visit so there was one less factor he needed to worry about right now.

His family was already waiting for y/ns arrival in the mansion’s library and when they heard their carriage arrive Edward felt like his heart is going to stop. Even though the thought of running away crossed his mind he already saw servant rush to the front door to let the visitors in. Everything was happening so fast and he didn't even realise that his family including him stood up to greet the visitors.

At first an adult couple came through the huge door and quickly introduced themselves as the l/ns. Both seemed very friendly, but Edward couldn’t even look at them as his eyes were practically drawn to the other sound woman that entered the building shortly after them and in a matter of seconds his face turned from white into is very healthy pink. He quickly acknowledged y/n parents with a short greeting and made his way over to her. Normally he had no issue talking to women, especially after his time in the Phantom Five, but this felt different. He was grateful that he learned all of those skill so right now he could at least fake some confidence. With a light smile on his lips he looked directly into her eyes and reached for her hand.

“Its a pleasure meeting you miss l/n. I have been desperately awaiting your arrival. My name is Edwards Midford.“

His tone was very gentle, but a slight shakiness was still audible. The young man slowly takes her hand in his an raises it to give it a little kiss. He knew that this wasn’t the proper way and he knew he would be scolded later by his mother, but he genuinely hoped that he was able to make a remarkable first impression on his soon to be wife.

[ruins-posts]

Could you do Edward Midford with 13 & 33? ✨❤ Take your time please! & my heartiest thanks. ✨❤

I apologise if it's a bit long, I got carried away lmao.

Prompt 13. “Please just hold me right now.”

Prompt 33. “Beautiful…Beautiful and all mine.”

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The news of the events that happened at Campania reached you, and that there were a few survivors that were being brought back to the country, worried you sick for your dearest Edward. You were well aware that he was a knight, a trained and capable swordsman, and that he could protect others as well as himself from those wretched zombies with his ability.

But you couldn't help but worry for his life.

You refused food, your gnawing anxiety wouldn't allow you to digest any. Similarly, sleep had rejected you as well, and whenever you did fall asleep, it was accompanied by the most terrifying nightmares. It was impossible for you to function normally till Edward reached you safely.

Most nights you would spend, praying and begging that he would be safe, and that he would return to you with a smile, assuring you that he was alright. You would sob on your pillow, dampening it with endless tears that you shed.

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Like everyday, you lay on the pillow, numb and defeated. The ship carrying the survivors was to arrive soon. Today was the day you would be able to see Edward again- if he was alive, that is.

A knock at your door interrupts your apprehensions, but you were too weak to even answer it. Another set of knocks is followed by your silence.

"Come in." you murmur softly, sitting up straight on your bed.

The door opened, and an immensely concerned Edward peeked in, studying your frail form for a while before stepping in.

"(Y/n)...."

You went speechless, unsure of what to do. The man whom you had been so concerned over, so worried about, was finally standing in front of you, and you had no idea of how to greet him. In a hurry, you got out of your bed, worrying Edward that you'd trip on your blankets a fall, and immediately rushed to him at once.

"Edward.." you spoke softly, hands grabbing onto his. Tears formed at the corners of your eyes as your hand reached his cheek to caress him. "Thank god," you whispered.

He didn't speak a word, instead just kept looking at you with eyes filled with concern. He studied how frail and weak you'd gotten since he last saw you, how tired and sleepless you looked with those dark circles loomed around your beautiful eyes. Your parents had informed him of your behaviour after you were told about the incidents of Campania, and he instantly decided to pay you a visit.

"(Y/n), please-" he tired to speak, but was silenced by your fingers on his lips and the tears in your eyes.

"Please, Edward, please just hold me right now."

Edward wasted no time in wrapping his arms around you, letting you bury your face in his chest and sob. His hands cradled your head comfortingly, while he tired to control his own tears, glad to be back to you.

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Now that Edward had returned, much to your content, he had forced to you have a proper lunch with him, lecturing you worriedly about how careless it was to not look after your health. You listened to him, more than happy to be able to hear his voice again.

He offered to take you for a refreshing stroll to the garden where you could spend time with him, and the two of you even watched the sunset together.

"Edward," you called him as your head rested on his shoulders. He looks down at you, curious to know what you wanted to say.

"I love you." you say, raising your head to look at his handsome features.

A small blush makes it's way on his face, and a soft smile soon follows.

"I love you too." he replied, leaning in to place a chaste kiss upon your lips. You giggle and intertwine your hands with his. Admiring his face, that you longed to see, as the yellow-ish golden light of the sun flickered upon him, enhancing his good looks further.

He was doing the exact same thing, extremely happy to see the brightness return to your eyes. You looked absolutely stunning, and Edward couldn't help but be intoxicated by your beauty. His hands reach to cup your cheeks as he looks lovingly into your eyes.

“Beautiful…Beautiful and all mine.” he says, squeezing your hands gently.

You blushed and went back to resting your head on his shoulders, watching the stunningly beautiful sunset in front of you. The reunion of the two lovers was surely a pleasant one, and you were absolutely delighted to be with your Edward again.

[yandereaffections]

Edward is rather a expressive type of person, you can see the hurt in his face anytime you give him the silent treatment as if you were truly uninterested in him or if you were to suddenly walk off In the middle of him speaking to you

His intentions are quite clear, a loyal and trustworthy boy raised by parents you've meet and know to be good to you, Edward would be hoping he could be the one to get close to you even if it were to be only a friendship

A golden retriever like boy isn't nearly a threat to you and it's been made clear he's more interested in you than your parents for if he wasn't he wouldve figure his way around you by now. With that said dear would you please give him the honor of conversation with you, no grudge to be held against him or anything, he simply wants to have a good time with the one hes found so much interest in

[kuroshitsujixreader]

Imagine

Imagine being Edward’s fiancé and teaching Elizabeth To Fight

[kuroshitsuji-scenarios]

Yo can I get some he's of Edward introducing his s/o to his parents? (how much they like her, etc...) Love your writing btw!

Edward:

He will be so nervous about introducing you to his parents, prehaps even more than you. It is not that he won’t believe that you are a good partner for him, but his family can be very strict and even the slightest faux pas will be noticed and remembered by them. This is not encouraging at all.

First of all, Edward will do his best to prepare you for the worst. He will tell you about his relatives, who is who and why, how should they be adressed, what do they like and do not like, everything which could be useful to make a great first impression. He will give you the list of subjects you should talk about and the ones you would rather avoid. You may be surprised to find the list of their favourite meals and colours, also—something you can hold onto in the desperate moments of dying conversation.

Edward will be sleep deprived for at least few nights before the meeting, constantly planning and thinking about every possible scenario to avoid failure. He will want it to be perfect, not letting some stupid detail to ruin everything.

“Pshh, hey, wake up. Listen, darling—I know it’s past 3 a.m.—but I’ve just remembered that you shouldn’t mention Calcutta to the aunt Jane. Once she got lost in there and it stressed her out so much… Will you remember about it? Dar—darling, are you sleeping again?”

When The Day will come, he won’t feel prepared at all and, ironically, you will probably have to calm him down. Poor boy will almost have a heart attack, as if it is him meeting your family, not the other way around. Eventually, he will be very helpful, giving you hints and clues about what to do and who is who, just in case you couldn’t remember something. If you will, it can be quite annoying, but it will be better to allow him doing his job, it will make him feel better and safer.

Whatever he will say, you will find out that his family will be rather welcoming to you, willing to listen what you have to tell, asking you some questions but not being too pushy. His mother’s gaze will be deadly, though, but if you will show enough respect and good manners, she won’t be against you, although you will never be allowed to rest around her. She will be watching you. Always.

Edward’s father will be in love with you, not literally, but happy that his son has finally found the woman of his life. Isn’t it the best opportunity to drink some champagne, though? Should he start organizing the wedding?

Elizabeth will share her father’s enthusiasm, wanting to know everything about you and listening to you with wide open eyes. She will quickly decide whether you are a good person for her brother or not and will be very supporting, especially later. If you and Edward will ever argue, she will always help you two to make it up, giving you very useful advices. She knows his secrets so staying on her good side will be a good choice.

After introducing you to his family, Edward will probably need a whole day of sleep, too drained to even think. Still, he will be happy about it and will be planning the next dinner together already.