#black butler lawrence x reader

[vante1920pm]

could I have worst and best traits in a relationship for P4? tysm💝

──;; 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒 ★☆

★ 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: absolutely sure thing <3 still kind of ooc but I'm trying my best

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☆ 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: their best and worst traits in a relationship

☆ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: edgar, lawrence, herman, gregory

☆ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: ooc, short, leaning more on f!reader, not proof read cuz I'm too lazy

❛  EDGAR !   ❜

-ㅤㅤ worst traits

He's not taking your relationship too seriously. He says he does but it never feels like it.

He casually flirts with every living being that crosses his path, doesn't matter if you're there or not. Everyone would say that Edgar is just naturally a flirt, but it makes you feel disrespected in many ways.

-ㅤㅤ best traits

He takes care of your needs and is always there if you need him.

Whenever you feel insecure, he's there to make you get rid of these negative thoughts, so that you can feel as beautiful and loved as you are.

❛  LAWRENCE !   ❜

-ㅤㅤ worst traits

He's not that open about his feelings towards you. You've probably heard him say 'I love you' a total of three times in a 3 year long relationship.

You respect his boundaries in that but also wish he could share his thoughts with you.

-ㅤㅤ best traits

He's caring and helps you with everything. He may complain that you should do things on your own and solve your problems yourself, but he secretly loves it if you ask him for anything.

❛  HERMAN !   ❜

-ㅤㅤ worst traits

He wants you to participate in his sports.

He knows you hate it ( sorry for everyone who likes sport, love u <3 ) and he doesn't try to force you into it, but he definitely annoys you with it multiple times a day.

-ㅤㅤ best traits

He's very caring for you. He takes care of your needs and tries to make every wish you have come true.

He wouldn't go too far but definitely does what he has in hand.

❛  GREGORY !   ❜

-ㅤㅤ worst traits

He's also not very emotional with you.

You have problems to find out if he's mad, sad or happy to see you. He just doesn't show it much so whenever he's mad at you for something, he just ignores your whole existence.

-ㅤㅤ best traits

He draws you a lot. He makes you look beautiful in each sketch he makes, so that gives you some kind of confidence boost and also shows you how special you are to him, since he stopped drawing other people and his sketch books are full of you.

© 2024, vante1920pm

[jester-lover]

P4 Relationship Headcanons

Authors Note/ I have read the manga up to the last English translated volume, but I’ll stick to the public school arc characterizations of them for convenience’s sake.

CW/fem! reader but otherwise no physical description , fluff, kindof accurate Victorian courting, a little angst, manga spoilers! I most definitely forgot this arc was getting animated, so I’m late, might be a little OOC, it’s been a few months since I read the manga

Edgar Redmond

Flattery was his main method of gaining your affections: descriptive poems sent to your mailbox, tulips and chocolates left on your doorstep by a mysterious admirer—a carefully held facade that fell apart when Edgar realized just how badly he wanted your affections returned.

While he has always considered himself a free spirit, capable of swiftly moving from one lover to another, he has an epiphany when he realizes he needs exclusivity with you. Edgar has found something beyond flings with you, a woman who can truly make him nervous; make his heart beat against his chest every time you bless him with a glance.

He isn’t always the most touchy lover, but he tends to take your arm in his while the two of you are out together. (He’ll do nothing more, as he doesn’t want rumors to spread around your private relationship.)

Edgar tends to fuss over you a bit, fixing your dresses, brushing his fingers over your coat, and generally keeping your appearance looking tidy; it’s an act of service that displays his affections for you.

Lawrence Bluewer

When I say all of his sisters gang up on him to tease him about his crush on you, I mean it. Lawrence tried his best to keep his love for you a secret, but his yearning glances over his glasses reveal his truth. They encourage him to speak to you, giving him advice about what women like. (Trust me, he needs it.)

Lawrence is a very dedicated man, particularly when it comes to you. He holds up all of the important customs of an exemplary Victorian man and treats you as an equal in all matters.

He’s adamant on listening to your opinion on matters involving the two of you, but he’ll also ask for your opinions on issues in his home and dorm. Your opinion is important to him.

Lawrence is a very intelligent young man; if you ever find yourself struggling with your schoolwork or a matter of principle in your personal life, he’ll help out to the best of his ability.

Call him by any affectionate nickname, and that carefully held stoicism crumbles before you, and a red tint suddenly appears on his pale face. The only time he ever broke his own rules was after the cricket match, when he embraced you tightly in the stands after winning, so much more proud of his victory now that you had seen it.

Herman Greenhill

It feels as if someone has struck him in the heart each time he lays his eyes on you. He can feel the warmth of his skin and the sweating of his palms each time he tries to talk to you without stumbling through his words. Herman is so utterly rigid and awkward around you, it’s completely obvious he’s head over heels.

He’s often flustered around you, even when you’re already courting, as one of his ideals of chivalry and respect is treating ladies kindly. He acts like a strict old man and a shy schoolboy at the same time, wanting your touch so desperately but bashing himself for it.

You will probably have to enact most of the affection between the two of you, sneaking kisses when your chaperone turns away, holding his hand when you walk into a more private corridor of his residence, and cheering loudly at his games. The easiest way to get a reaction from Herman is by showing off your stockings; he’s a sucker for good hosiery.

Despite his proud and sort of arrogant personality, Herman is a shy and careful lover; he remembers all of your favorites and special days, and he loves receiving your praise. Whenever he achieves something, he immediately looks to you, waiting to see what you make of him.

Gregory Violet

You wouldn’t even know of his existence when he first saw you, but he was always there, with a thick black sketchbook filled with drawings of you, going about your daily routine and interacting with others in a way he only wished he could. The sheer amount of yearning he does could put the poets to shame.

You are his muse; even when Gregory is creating something completely irrelevant to you, he’ll remember you; you are so infused with everything he makes. Because he has put you on this goddess-like pedestal, he doesn’t think he deserves you, which is why he’s so surprised when you agree to court him.

Gregory’s affection comes in bursts; some days he’ll be too nervous to look you in the eye, but other times he’s practically joined at your hip. He’s not the most talkative lover, but when his eyes flit through you, examining you closely with a blush stretched across his features, he appreciates you like you are art.

He plays the role of the gentleman in public, keeping his respectful distance, but he often seeks your comfort in the few moments you can sneak alone, laying his head on your lap as you brush through his two-toned hair and rambling uncharacteristically about the struggles of his role. He’s a non-conformist, and he often wished the society you lived in wasn’t so strict, so that you and him could act as wild and free as you did in the leather binding of his sketchbook.

[officialundertakersmoocher]

may i pls request a scenario with violet and afab reader where he’s drawing them nude and then smut ensues?

An Artistic Craving

yall i am so sorry for the extended break, and I hope this meets your expectations 😭

Warnings: NSFW, Nudity, +18, Slightly OOC

• • •

"Stay still, okay?"

"But, Vi, it's so embarrassing..." You attempt to cover your assets which have been shamefully exposed to his eyes in the dimly lit study room.

"Don't think of it that way... It's just a study." You tried not to ask many questions, after all, he was more versed in the arts than you were.

It was lucky that you two happened to catch this moment alone, unchaperoned. Vi, actually very uncharacteristically, was the one to insist that he needed you as a model to finish this study to complete a project he was working on for his upcoming art exam.

After all, you two had been seeing each other for a long time now and were not only comfortable enough to do such a thing, but you also just happened to owe him a favor.

This is how you ended up in such a position for your lover, spewn on a dark purple couch in a private study room near the Purple House dorms. You knew that Gregory was too shy to say so, but there are many books on campus filled with similar references free for his use. He just wanted to spend time with you in an intimate setting such as this one.

You caught him stealing glances at you every once in a while, and he could sense your growing discomfort from staying still for so long.

He left his sketchbook behind momentarily to kneel down beside you and suddenly the room felt more quiet. Your eyes locked as he gently adjusts the position of your hand, placing it under your head in a graceful fashion.

He tilts his head and he brushes a strand of hair away from your face as if to get a better view.

He tried to back away to retreat to his seat, but was caught by your hand pulling him back. He sat confused for a moment but could tell your eyes were asking him to stay.

You move yourself upwards to face him and pull him into a kiss. His lips are soft and welcoming and he eventually moves to grab your waist.

You slowly move him onto the couch with you, straddling his waist. He begins to become shy from this now suddenly risqué moment and pulls away from your lips.

"Love, I don't know if we should..." You could feel the deep heat resonating from his cheeks, so you asked him softly, "Would you like me to stop...?"

"Please no..."

You just barely hear him mutter this, but his hot breath on your neck shows you how desperate he has become.

Before you know it, there are clothes being dragged away and thrown about the room, never finding the motivation to tear your lips apart from one another. You both are stuck in an agonizing dance, waiting for the moment that you both can be as close as you desire.

The room has reached a stillness as the dim candlelight bounces off of skin, and hot breath stills in the air. You are both frozen in time, taking in the moment for the first time now, and as you do, you notice that you've never really seen your lover in such a passionate way as this.

In this position, he's kneeling his body over yours and bowing his head in a shy manor. From the silence you hear him speak softly, asking, "Is this what you want, for sure?" And you have seemingly been too caught up in your own thoughts to notice the lingering question prodding in-between your thighs. You suddenly feel a harsh flush invading your cheeks and a needy wetness in the very same place that he finds his attention.

You turn your head to avoid the embarrassment of facing him as you answer his looming question.

Your voice shakes more than you intended it to, more out of anticipation than anything else. "Yes, of course, p-please keep going, my love-"

However, he catches you off guard by lowing his head down to your thighs. His proximity meant you could feel his breath tickle your skin and it invigorated you.

He softly grazed your folds with his fingers, and slowly exploring your body until he reached the most sensitive parts of you. The moment he grazed your clit, you couldn't help but let out a soft moan, which is exactly what pushed him to continue despite feeling his own uncertainty.

He follows the sounds of your sweet moans, touching you and exploring your body in ways that neither of you have experienced before. Before long you find yourself growing more in need of his touch, pulling his hands and guiding him to kiss you. You both are grasping for each others touch and cursing into the silence of this empty room when the tension reaches an all-time high. You find yourself guiding his cock lower as a sign that you are ready (or maybe as a sign that you can't wait much longer now).

He follows your lead, pushing himself slowly across your folds, letting out a sigh as he feels the warmth of your pussy against his skin. He has one hand behind your head as a comforting act as he slowly guides himself between your thighs. He watches your expression change to a grimace of pain, almost stopping himself, but instead he caresses your face in an attempt to sooth your pain. You start to adjust yourself and whisper for him to keep going, and after a few moments the pain starts to replace itself with great pleasure.

You can't help the moans that escape your lips as you grasp onto him, likely leaving scratch marks on his upper back.

However, he doesn't mind this one bit. He can only focus on this heavenly feeling that seemed to blur his vision and tingle at his senses. The pleasure became overwhelming before you could comprehend it and it feels like heaven.

The sounds that filled the room should have alerted the others of the acts you both were sharing tonight, and maybe, just maybe, you should have been more worried, but neither of you could have the gut to care. Not tonight, not when it just feels so good and your vision had started bleeding white as your bodies worked in tandem with one another. 

It felt like hours before you had found yourselves cuddling under a stray blanket, skin-to-skin and feeling on top of the world. There was peace settled in the air and you held each other and shared this perfect moment.

"Did you enjoy it?" Violet asked timidly while he stroked stray pieces of hair out of your face.

"Oh course, Darling. I've never felt closer to you than how we were tonight." You looked at him so softly and left a soft peck on his lips.

"Well, thats good, because... I didn't really get to finish my painting. We may have to do this again tomorrow night..." He wouldn't meet your eyes, but you knew that if you could see them, they would have a glint of excitement in them that you only see when he looks at you.

"Well, I suppose we would have to then- For your studies, of course."

• Epilogue • Tea Time •

"So, It couldn't have been just me who heard some oddly bizarre noises coming from the art studio on the west end last night..." Edgar mused to the other prefects as he took a mischievous sip.

"Oh, how I wonder what that could have possibly been coming from..." The sound of a breaking pencil could be heard only if he listened so intently.

"Oh, I heard it, alright." Greenhill pipped in, sounding more than mildly annoyed as he completed his afternoon stretch. "Some people really need to be more considerate of the fact that some of us need to study at such late hours."

"Well, maybe some people should consider that not everyone wants to hear the sound of your 2 hour long training routine at 12am either..." Bluewer rolled his eyes, obviously not knowing what the others were exactly referring to.

"Well, In just thinking that maybe when the professors discover a certain pair of undergarments left in said art studio on the west end, they may have to cancel class this morning. If you know what I mean..." Edgar takes an extended sip of his tea and watched as Gregory excuses himself, dropping his sketchbook and seemingly headed towards the west end.

"Well, that answers that." Edgar mutters with a smirk.

[sempsimps]

Gregory Violet x reader

okay so after episode 5 i made this draft and I've only just finished it now leave me be anyway i have no idea why i thought that making reader a bluwer sibling but the narrative fits to good? i don't know. I've written so much that i cease to see who asked anymore, but oh well

sweet fluffy kisses turned

admirers to lovers?

fast burn boi (its a one shot what do you want?)

slight mention of you being an unwanted sibling because you haven't done anything yet. lol imagine

Context

It's the cricket opening ceremony, you are the twin of Lawrence Bluewer, along with your 7 sisters who needed to go to the cricket matches to see Lawrence play it, was his last year after all. but you didn't really like parties that much, too many people, but someone caught your eye the first year you came here. unknowingly, Gregory had found his gaze drifting over to the sister Bluewer never mentioned. It's always the 3 older and 4 younger, never the twin, always a stain on the family. but Gregory always noticed the empty space on his sketch "something's missing," never pointing it out. although curiosity almost getting the better of him, and you seen that over the years he became a prefect and he was just so pretty from afar. Just the right type of quiet but skilled and fitting into the role of prefect, and he wasn't even there?

Standing next to the blue athlete door, resisting the urge to yawn. Listening to the lower headmaster of the school although it was unusual for him to do the speaking it was still the same boring lines and then the thudding came 'green house I suspect oh look at that I'm right' they received the most applause and respect becuse they always won 'mh with that knowledge it will be red next' the second i thought it the rose petals fell all around and some of my sisters audibly swooned at it 'ugh gross, their practically throwing themselves at Redmond' I rolled my eyes at this, but I seen the lights dim, and focused on the purple door the candles let off a purple flame it was beautiful but short lived the doors opened and... 'Nothing?' No one came out. A scream from further in the room rang out. 'ah somewhere in the crowd then at least that was new' a soft smile on my features as I scanned the crowd, to look for him, only catching a glimpse of a golden tassel, before my shoulders are grabbed and I'm forced to look at my brothers team, walking though the reception for blue was always so awkward barely a few people even clapped. 'wow what a crowed anyway' i looked around for the purple, noticing the cloaks were all the same so i kept scanning each one looking for the slight difference amongst them, i looked to my chaotic relatives the older two playing match maker with Adela (only cannon name i can find) the taller little girl with glasses and an equally awkward blue house boy rolling my eyes away i started to walk towards the purple house eating area attempting to walk away i was stopped by a hand on my shoulder i freeze completely slowly turning my head to see it was Redmond 'oh my god no no no please don't' forcing a smile

"hello?"

"Good evening, my lady. Would you care for a dance tonight? i know it's only the announcement, but -"

"No! i mean uhh no thank you"

i blurted out, giving a small cough and turning to let the hand fall from my shoulder. 'oh my fucking god no, no, no, not now, not ever' thankfully a younger sister called out to the prefect to ask for a dance. sighing and looking up, seeing another flash of gold and purple with white hair moving at the purple door as i try to move away again, but my older sister stood in my way.

"Why would you ever turn down Redmond? he has plenty of status for you to be of -"

"No, I'm good"

she looked shocked, and another broke in. i felt anxious now, feeling some eyes on me.

"You have to like someone here. There's plenty of handsome boys around"

I'm sweating bullets now, awkwardly shimming to the side, trying to escape. standing on my tip toes, getting a flash of his deep purple eyes, and looking at me between the crowd before turning away. my eyes widen and i try to walk over yet again, not even getting a foot forward before i felt another person invading my space, this time i glared daggers at the poor soul who was also know as Lawrence, his face was a thin line and half serious eyes.

"Could everyone just leave her alone"

"awww Lawrie"

they faded out as i was overwhelmed already, this place sucked and i only wanted to build up the courage to talk to-

"It's violet, right?"

"...huh?!"

i was more shocked in horror now looking at my brother, the calm tone setting in, and my face flushed he just sighed, fixing his glasses with one finger looking away before speaking.

"i hoped it wasn't but, alright come on"

"Huh? w-wait, how did you?"

my words fell flat he started to walk back through the door the athletes used, and i quickly glanced around before following him through. i was confused. No way, it had been obvious, right? All the girls would have picked up on something they're like sniffer dogs with this stuff. once i caught up with Lawrence, i looked at the spacious corridor that was perfect to make the entrances that they always did. I'm surprised curiosity never came through me to explore behind here. All the way the walls looked was beautiful, like most of this gothic school. once i was done admiring the architecture, i saw my brother moving along. we had passed the red door, then we reached the purple one. 'Wait. is he seriously taking me to Violet? oh god, he is, isn't he? i thought he didn't care about me, and why now is it because it's his last year?' My mind was spinning, and my face felt warm. Lawrence simply moved towards a door it looked like a store room, and he knocked before speaking.

"Hello Violet, I've brought company"

nothing was heard from the other side, but the blue haired boy opened the door. i tried looking in it was basically pitch black except for a small purple flame, which illuminated the space, not to mention the little light coming in from the hall me and my brother blocking the majority of it.

"Oh, it's you, thanks you Bluewer"

i was confused, but i didn't have much time to think, as i was lightly pushed forward, and my brother made a slight go-ahead gesture. i made a "really" face to him, to which he nodded, pursing my lips but proceeded into the void.

"I'll get you after the celebration dies down"

"wait Lawrence what's going on?"

he just smiled, giving a small good luck and left, closing the door so that the only purple flame from the prop lit up the room. my gaze was dawn to it, and maybe to avoid the intense stare i was getting, my eyes looked over the intricate design of the wand? it was amazingly crafted and the wolf skull was awesome every year purple house was the most interesting to see but its not like they won the game but i still found myself cheering for them i first seen violet in the stands and he talked to Lawrence they were the drudges at the time speaking of that boy i looked to the side of me he looked awkwardly sat his knees up to his chest arms crossed in the crook of it his eyes boring into mine and at this i immediately looked away the dark lighting did nothing to hide how pretty he looked those eyes which were illuminating and that lipstick made him seem so kissable 'oh god I'm in the same room as him alone. wait, alone, this is just like that game. Sis mentioned it. Ugh, what was it called again?' lost in thought i failed to notice that Gregory had moved, and his hand had come in contact with my cheek, his palm was soft, like he hadn't done much physical work, but the calloses on his fingertips proved his did a lot of art. 'Wait, he's...' My face exploded with heat, as my brain and his eyes came into contact with mine. The purple was intense and extremely captivating.

"uuhh h-hi so, is this where you disappear to after the entrances... It's quite nice not many people go here either, so it's a lot quieter. So, how come Lawrence knows where this is? Did you tell him, or do all the prefects do this? Sorry, i realise I'm talking too much. I'll just shut up now okay great"

i covered my mouth with both my hands backing up slightly, his hand falling from my face.

"How come Bluwer never mentions you?"

"Oh well, I'm uhhh kind of not that welcomed by everyone since i haven't shown much potential or ..... benifit"

i was embarrassed by this. i didn't really want to talk about it, obviously, but what he said next was unexpected.

"You're beautiful, peculiar. like salamander eyes"

i looked at him, blushing and confused. 'Is that going to be a compliment, too?' Either way, i had no other thoughts other than to kiss him

"Can i uhh...."

my words fell flat, and i just leaned forward. my lips kissing his i felt lightheaded, butterflies in my stomach. i felt some of his lipstick smear onto my lips. i pulled away the softness of them still lingered on mine. he faintly tasted like a mix of the fruit juice they had set out, defiantly apple and a hint of orange, maybe cranberry as well. Gregory had a light red blush dancing across his face.

"I'm sorry i didn't ask if i c-could uhh do that"

"It's alright, i didn't ask you to stop"

Gregory looked away it was now my turn to place my palm on his cheek, and i pulled him towards me, and his body wilfully followed.'Oh god, is this really happening?' we awkwardly kept our hands on each others faces, our teeth accidently clashed, and he pulled away. a bigger and deeper blush spreading from his cheeks down his neck, which was only barely visible in this outfit and the dimly lit room he broke my silent adoration, my mouth unknowingly was open.

"You're... uhh, you're really pretty"

"i uh t-thank you. i think you're pretty too"

we both blushed, and i looked away. but his gentle touch slowly turned my head back, letting us have another kiss. This one was slower more organized than the others. It let us fully enjoy the moment of peace and half confession. his tongue lightly passed through my lips, and i returned the gesture, he let out a small noise of surprise, this didn't feel real. I was so lost in the moment that we both failed to notice the door opened. and a clearing of a throat made both me and the lover boy break apart and look towards the sound. There stood my brother and Redmond, who giggled a little. I'm guessing Greenhill was somewhere off to the side

"Come on, sister, the others are leaving now"

Lawrence was obviously annoyed but held a smile. while Redmond thought to tease the poor emo boy some more.

"My , i wouldn't have guessed this from a Bluwer sibling. How romantic. How are you feeling Violet? rather flushed, it would seem"

"Be quite Redmond"

Gregory was blushing his mouth noticeable, had some sliver on them, and he wiped his chin.'When did that happen?' but we both equally looked a mess. i could feel the remnants of his lips on mine, not to mention the likely stained black lipstick. soon i stood up, and everyone moved out of the doorway. Violet followed after me, and i felt him link pinkies with me 'god that's adorable'.

"Lawrence, could i -"

"Yes, here"

it was a bit of paper that had our address specifically for letters. I passed it to Gregory, which he placed into an inside pocket. afterwards, we said our goodbyes and Lawrence led me to the other girls. When i left, i heard Redmond tease by saying violet should have had a parting kiss with such a beautiful maiden.

okay so this took me sooo long to write like i started it after episode 5 and here i am weeks later but i feel like did really good on this so whatever i will make a smut scene that i was going to add but i thought to keep it separate but on ao3 it will be one fic

[i-am-the-raiden-shogun]

I'm begging, someone pls make a P4 w/ Ciel older sister!! 😭😭😭

[ashxngrotto]

If I started writing for black butler would u guys like it cuz I watched the public school arc and I’m like crazy for Bluewer and Gregory😋😋

[ha1taniwh0re]

I know that my brain is not working but i really want to write something with p4 so please guys make some requests till i finish my old works<3

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[zippidi-dooda]

Written 2yrs ago and haven't reread it (just posting here) so may be more cringe than my current writing. Yes, I had the mangas in hand as I searched for dates and details. Ready 4 new black butler season: my offering

Gregory Violet x Fem. Noble Reader

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The word "fag" will be mentioned in this story, but it only means someone who does a lot of things for a house's prefect.  Hope you enjoy.

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2 June 1889

Dear Diary,

It is finally the 2nd of June, just two days before Weston College's interhouse cricket tournament. That means tomorrow the tournament eve's festivities will be held and I can once again meet my beloved Gregory at his school.  I hate that his school prevents me from seeing him often, but he seems happy going there and he sends me many letters with some of his lovely drawings, many inspired by the people at his school, so I suppose it's not all bad.  His house may not win the tournament this year, but I know that at least his house's match will be entertaining, as it is every year.  I wonder if he'll be busy drawing instead of participating again this year?  Or if he'll dance with me after the tournament ceremony tomorrow.  I usually dance with his fag [a fag, in this, means someone who acts similar to a butler towards the house prefect], Cheslock, or Scarlet Fox's prefect, Edgar.  They're both wonderful, but I'd rather dance with Gregory, he is my betrothed after all.  If he declines tomorrow, then I'll just have to drag him onto the dance floor.  It's very unlady-like to do so, but I must dance with him at least once before we're married.  And besides, I've seen some girls oogling him during the festivities in previous years, and I'm not fond of it.  They are either too shy or scared to actually talk to him, but that doesn't mean the same can be said for this year.  I know his heart belongs to me, but I can't help but want to make that clear to those ladies by dancing with him.  Yes, I've decided, I will dance with Gregory tomorrow, no matter what I must say or do to make it happen.

-Y/N L/N

3 June 1889

Dear diary,

Today was absolutely wonderful!  After each house and their players entered the Grand Dining Hall and the P4 lit the Flame of Saint George, the festivities began.  Well, after the vice headmaster fell down the stairs.  It was startling, he had blood running down his brow, but he walked around just fine afterwards.  He's always been rather clumsy, but I think this is the first time he's ever got himself hurt that bad.  I hope he's truly okay.  But, anyhow, I finally got to dance with Gregory!  I can feel his hand on my waist and in mine as if he is still guiding me across the Grand Hall's floor.  My heart is still jumping with excitement.  He was wasn't too thrilled at first and protested profusely, but Edgar and Cheslock convinced him to dance with me.  He sighed and, reluctantly, led me in a dance with a pout on his face.  But his frown soon turned upside down as we talked throughout the dance.  I told him what's been happening with me and vice versa.  He has such a lovely smile, I wish he showed it more often.  I'll figure out every small thing that makes him smile soon, and do my best to keep him happy.  Oh, and before I forget, I met the new housemaster and student of Sapphire Owl House that Gregory mentioned in his letters.  The new housemaster's very tall and handsom (and appears to be much younger than the other housemasters), and says such flattering words.  But, I can tell that his smile's fake and his words insincere.  He was trying to leave the ceremony early but was prevented from doing so.  As for the new student, he's short and cute, in a younger brother sort of way.  His house's prefect, Lawrence, and his rather large family were surrounding him, as well as Green Lion's fag, Edward, and his family, for a majority of the night.  According to what Gregory's said, and from what I've seen, the two are very popular.  Gregory thinks there's something suspicious about the pair, though.  I hope it's nothing to be concerned about.  Anyways, tomorrow is the start of the cricket tournament.  I won't be able to be with Gregory the whole day since he'll have to be waiting with and for his house to play, but I'll be cheering him on wholeheartedly from the sidelines.

-Y/N L/N

[johnwickb1tsch]

18 👀 I’m curious to see if there’s any scenes that didn’t make the cut in one of your fics?

Oh man, that's a good question Scoob! Usually I manage to jimmy things i write in SOMEWHERE, but this is the only scene I could think of in my scrap pile that I'm absolutely sure I'm going a different direction after banging my head on the table about it. This was fun but way too tame for what the story requires. It's from the Constantine x femVampire!Reader fic. Reader is feeling sorry for herself because Constantine is ghosting her AGAIN, when she meets a mysterious stranger... I know you can guess who it is. 🤣🤣

The Girl Next Door - Deleted Scene

You do your best not to think about John Constantine–and fail at it most of the time. You find that the blood of evil doers nourishes your body, but does not really satisfy. What you really crave, like the most filling meal, and the most delectable dessert, is a 6’1” drink of sardonic demon hunter.

You do wonder why. Things had seemed fine, when you parted ways just before dawn. He’d kissed you with a tenderness that tied up your heart, his big hand dwarfing the side of your face, holding you like you were something precious to him. 

The memory just twists the knife a little more to the left. 

You continue to feel that presence, that omnipresent seething energy, that sensation that you are being watched. But it never shows itself, so you do your best to be vigilant, and continue to go about your business. 

You are delighted one night when you find a bookstore/cafe open late. Shopping has become hit or miss, with your new nocturnal hours. You can order things, of course, but it’s certainly not the same. 

The old hippy at the register offers you a smile before going back to his dog eared copy of Invalids Home From Hot Climates. The place smells like coffee, and books, and you feel like you might have stumbled through the gates of your own personal little heaven. 

Aren’t you supposed to burst into flames or something?

Thinking that maybe catching up on your reading will help get you out of your funk, you start to wander the stacks, pulling titles that interest you. Classics you’ve always meant to read, but never really had the time. Sylvia Plath, D.H. Lawrence, Virginia Woolf and John Steinbeck, James Joyce, Octavia Butler, Margaret Atwood, Herman Melville, and Agatha Christie all pile up in your hands. 

On the highest shelf, Anais Nin catches your eye. You reach for it on tiptoe fruitlessly, balancing your stack of books in your other hand. It is way over your head. You could jump for it without spilling your bookish burden–but you know it would not look human to the few other people milling around the shelves and curled up in the comfy reading nooks. 

A long arm reaches over you, plucking out the book, and only then are you aware of a solid presence looming behind you. No one has managed to sneak up on you like this since the night of your undeath. Unnerved, you whirl, putting your back to the stacks. Only narrowly do you manage not to bare your fangs like a startled kitten in this public venue. 

You find a tall man dressed all in black standing very close to you, his arm still raised with the book dwarfed in his big hand. His angular face is accented by a short beard; longish raven hair brushes his collar. Dark eyes fix on you curiously; the weight of his gaze almost makes you squirm. “Saw you struggling,” he explains simply in a deep baritone, offering you the cloth-bound tome. 

You find you cannot look away from those bewitching dark eyes, almost as though you’ve been hypnotized. It’s more than the fact that he is panty-drenchingly handsome–there is something mesmerizing about him, and you’re not sure if his power is sinister or simply…profound.

Almost absently, you accept the book, adding it to your stack balanced in your hand. 

He looks at your copious selections with a smirk. “Someone’s been eating her wheaties.” 

You realize it probably does look odd, for a woman of your size to be toting around such a load one-handed. You make a show of clutching your stack to your front with both hands, feeling ridiculously shy as a school-girl, as though the barrier of old books might provide some protection from this stranger’s charm. 

 “Just…catching up on some reading.” 

He offers the slightest smile for that, not showing teeth, and you cannot tell if he is flirting with you, or sizing you up. There is something odd about his energy. Human, and yet…heavier. His aura is like a thundercloud, and you’re not sure if you are intrigued, or afraid. He’s just this side of being in your space, and a part of you wants to ask him to back up–a part of you really doesn’t.  

“Have some time on your hands?”

“Something like that.” 

He nods, and makes no indication that he intends to move, his attention fixed fully down upon you. 

He gets the honor of being the only man, aside from John Constantine, who has made you feel even a little nervous since you turned. You’re not sure you like him very much for it. 

“What did you find?” you ask, hoping to break the tension, pointing at a little green book in his other hand. It looks old, older than any of your selections. 

“Robinson Crusoe.” 

“Looks like it's seen better days,” you observe with a sad pout, sorry to see a book in disrepair. 

“I’m going to fix it,” he tells you, the first hint of warmth entering his expression. 

“Oh?”

“It’s a hobby of mine.”

Like this man couldn’t get any hotter. 

He smirks at you, like you said it aloud. 

For some stupid reason, you start to blush. 

“Can I…buy you a coffee?”

“Why?” you blurt, mortified the moment it leaves your mouth. 

His smirk widens to a smile, and he seems to struggle with himself, trying not to show his teeth. 

“Just thought you have a nice stack,” he answers utterly deadpan, and you are dumbfounded as those eyes that seemed like black holes moments before sparkle. 

“Um…thanks for the offer…” 

He takes a step closer, and then he is crowding you against the shelf, his broad body dwarfing yours. Something about his presence makes you forget that you’re a vampire, and you could rip out his spine with your bare hands if you wanted to. He makes you feel small, and a little vulnerable, and fuck you if you don’t kind of like it. 

“You don’t drink coffee?” he fishes, and you feel like the two of you are speaking in code, but only he has the key. 

“It’s not my favorite,” you admit, resisting the urge to tack on anymore. 

“What do you like to drink?”

As though on cue, the spiced scent of his cologne and his skin makes its way to your nostrils; and beneath that, what you are sure would be a heady taste of his lifeblood. If you didn’t know any better…you would think he was baiting you with vampire pheromones, or something. The wave of longing that hits you is intense, and you have to close your eyes and lean back from him. You take a deep breath–which does not help. You feel like you’re paralyzed, and when you open your eyes you find he is leaning over you with an arm on the shelf again, nearly nose to nose with you. 

You try twice for your voice, and it will only come as a whisper. “Please don’t.”

Don’t what, you don’t even know, but something is weighing on you and you feel like you can’t move.

You flinch as he reaches up to touch you, the tips of his fingers resting on your throat, just above your surprisingly pounding pulse. His eyes settle on your mouth, before rising to meet yours, and you are both hopeful and terrified this strange, captivating man is going to kiss you. 

He speaks, though it doesn’t really break the spell. 

“Be seeing you, vampling.”  

With wide eyes and utter shock you watch him stride away from you–and my god, what a glorious view. Long powerful legs, and an utterly biteable rear end. There is a pause in which you presume he pays for his book, before the bell over the door chimes, and he exits onto the street.

You stand where he left you for a good half hour, re-learning how to command your limbs, and maybe, your brain. 

[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.

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── 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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[vante1920pm]

ㅤㅤㅤ ›✭ prefect 4 + fags !!

── fluff ( ✧ ) › ── angst ( ⚘ ) › ── mini series ( ﻬ꜆ )

EDGAR ! ✩

best and worst traits - hc, ft. edgar, lawrence, herman, gregory

the pets you would get together - hc, ft. edgar, lawrence, herman, gregory

LAWRENCE ! ✩

best and worst traits - hc, ft. edgar, lawrence, herman, gregory

the pets you would get together - hc, ft. edgar, lawrence, herman, gregory

HERMAN ! ✩

best and worst traits - hc, ft. edgar, lawrence, herman, gregory

the pets you would get together - hc, ft. edgar, lawrence, herman, gregory

GREGORY ! ✩

jealous headcanons - hc, fluff ( ✧ )

best and worst traits - hc, ft. edgar, lawrence, herman, gregory

the pets you would get together - hc, ft. edgar, lawrence, herman, gregory

CHESLOCK ! ✩

── nothing yet

CLAYTON ! ✩

── nothing yet

EDWARD ! ✩

── nothing yet

JOANNE ! ✩

── nothing yet

MAURICE ! ✩

── nothing yet

© 2024, vante1920pm

[jester-lover]

You have no idea how much I yearn for a Perfect4 (Kuro) poly! headcannon or imagine WHATEVER I need them

Pretty please 🥺❤️

fair warning for a discussions of trauma and spoilers for the manga ahead, gn! reader

A polyamorous relationship between you and the Prefects would go like...

(takes place in a post! Blue Cult reality)

These boys are bonded together after the horrific events they’ve all endured together; there’s a sense of union in the relationship they share. Besides that, after Weston and their individual exits from their families, it was enough to pull them together. All they have in this world is each other now, and you.

There are many ways you could have joined them; you could have been one of their betrothed, a particularly unlucky fan from their cult days, or just someone willing to understand and help them as they navigated the world now. Whatever led you to cross their path, all four boys adore you entirely.

After the various troubles that befall them, I’d assume they’d be left with little in terms of money or status and therefore have to pick up jobs to sustain themselves like average people do. Life would go around like clockwork with each of them picking up household jobs to keep everything running.

Edgar gardens, perhaps selling flowers at the market when he gets the chance, and writes in local poetry journals for surplus money. Lawrence maintains the finances of the household, as well as learning how to cook. Herman does the manual labor; he can easily chop firewood and build furniture. Gregory does odd jobs and draws for money, hoping to find a patron.

All of you can’t fit on one bed comfortably, so oftentimes you sleep in sets of two and three. In the colder months, you might find yourself cuddled up all together on the couch.

While polyamorous relationships, or queer relationships of any kind, were taboo and even criminal offenses in Victorian England, that didn’t mean they were nonexistent. There was most definitely an underground community of people similar to you, even if interactions with others regarding your relationship were kept to a minimum for your own safety.

Most of the time, all of you are out together, going to pubs and public parks and the such; you tend to hold on to one another by the pinky or by the sleeves of your shirts, to be close to one another but not close enough to stir suspicion.

The happiest times you’d all share together are dinners, laughing and sharing bites of food as you let the world around you drift away. 

Gregory was definitely the one who initiated the relationship between all of you; in a time when these young men would be greatly sheltered and unable to conceive bonds beyond the heteronormative, he would be the one pulling everything together.

Edgar would be the most affectionate one towards everyone else, especially you and Herman, as he deems you two easy to fluster and make blush. Lawrence reads to you and the boys about old Greek and Roman myths, where love was unfiltered and unique like yours is. 

Herman would probably hold the most reservations at first, but he finds himself comfortably surrounded by love and tenderness soon enough. That’s what makes up the majority of your bond with each other.

You hold the group to a certain amount of accountability as someone who was a bit of an outsider at first, reminding them to take care of themselves and each other. You’re less the glue that holds them together and more a working cog in the bond itself.

A lot of healing needs to be done in this situation, but the overwhelming support and care the boys have for one another and you keep you calm in the fact that nothing can ever hurt any of you so severely again.

AN: I think this is my first time writing a poly ship, hope I did it justice :)

[radioactivesweet]

GSOSGSK Gregory is also fine as hell😩😩

If that's okay could i request the p4 or just Edgar and Gregory with a chaotic s/o reader? And by chaotic i mean gen z chaotic--

they're not afraid to ruthlessy beat the shit out of a homo/transphobe but they'll start to cry if they have to go ask for something to a teacher bc anxiety, or they randomly bring them weird things/small animals they found bc why not?? (Once they brought them a frog they caught nearby the gazebo they all have tea at and went "this is my son, say hi to Gerard! :D"), they're also very touchy/affectionate (if they're both comfortable with it!!).

Btw if the reader is modern or not (bc of the gen z thing) is up to you cause i'd like the reader to have that chaotic energy but pretty much no one in that time period is THAT chaotic so yeah lol- if they are then i could see them showing them shit from their world like their phone and stuff. Sorry about the over used trope in my requests i love that trope sm- but ignore this part lol

Also, this is random but i live for Ciel and McMillan being friends 🥺🥺 they're so wholesome gskxtsidg😭💕

I GOT SUCH A CRUSH ON THIS EMO BOY

Btw I'm doing all of them because I like the chaotic energy woxjfdkuduugoejrie

IKR McMillan deserved more screentime, he's such a cutie

BTW I'M SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT GFYTCIIVFTIDNO wished I had written it sooner because I like this request so much gohgauiugugiaiuga

++ yesterday I've kinda started simping for Herman with his hair down, he looks so good this way

Edgar finds poetic and suited for the Red House the dedication you put in defending people's rights and would probably ask you to give a speech about it. At first it would be awkward, you in front of a crowd of bored highschoolers, but then something would click and you start talking about how disrespectful and close minded the society they live in is.

He will be very nervous whenever you try to get Gerard close to him. Edgar is really trying to get himself to like the frog, but can't do anything about it. Just don't try to make them get along because it's not going to work out. But he is happy to know that you could befriend it. Maybe he will try too to befriend some little creature, but it won't be a slimy frog.

It's the Victorian Age and this man wears make-up (when it was considered an abomination). You would probably get along about gender-related matters and prejudices based on one's appearance.

Sometimes you are bit too overwhelming and chaotic for him, because of him being way more on the quiet side, but nonetheless appreciate when you stop people from being rude to the members of the Violet House - since they are generally those mistreated the most out of Weston College's Students.

Gregory is really fond of Gerard too and would often draw it, while having Herman posing for him.

He might freak out if you are too clingy and try to hug him without him expecting it.

Lawrence thinks you are the most reasonable person he has ever met and can't comprehend how there aren't many people supportive of others like you. Sometimes he finds your behaviour odd and annoying, but likes you anyway.

He doesn't get why you find so hard talking with teachers and when you tell him that's because of anxiety he has even more questions about it. He also has questions about where have you found Gerard and why you decided to bring it to the Prefects' gazebo but knows that it would be useless to ask you. Just keep it away from him and there won't be any problems.

You can be touchy, but don't try to take his glasses off.

Herman wonders how he couldn't think about how rights weren't respected earlier and loves how open minded you are. He is going to support you beating the shit out of racist/homophobe/mysoginist people whenever he gets the chance. Also, the Green House shares one braincell, so they are all going to help you too. Might also try to involve the other Houses in projects about being more respectful toward everyone.

He is also going to be very confused when you almost start crying because of anxiety when he asked you if you could back to the classroom and tell the teacher about a thing he needed. Herman thought he said something offensive but didn't know what.

Gerard will be his son. Gerard Grenhill souns nice and Gerard is also green, so the perfect mascotte for the Green House and the perfect son for him.

[winchester-writes]

Summer 1913 (Part 1)

Chauffeur!Dean x Noblewoman!Reader

Word Count: 2,048

Warnings: nothing in this one really....

Summary:  Dean becomes your families new chauffeur and throughout the year of working for your family he soon becomes your forbidden lover. But what happens when World War 1 strikes? Is he safe from the enlisters? Or will he be drafted and sent off to war?

A/N: Thank you so much to @mamapeterson for literally being my beta for this entire series and also a big thank you to @oriona75 for encouraging me and being there while I basically screamed this idea at her. Each new part will be posted on Saturdays @ 8pm EST. I hope you all seriously enjoy this series as much as I’m loving writing it!!! I am ultimately proud of myself for this fic series and I’m so excited to go on this journey with you all!!! Feedback is greatly appreciated!! 

It was July of 1913. It was just like every other summer, hot along with thunderstorms here and there. Today in particular, for some odd reason felt different to you. It felt more inviting, more lighthearted. The birds were out singing songs to one another and the sun was smiling down on everyone, radiating just the right amount of heat with a subtle breeze. It was on these rare beautiful days that you would go walk around some of your family’s estate. Being one of the many rich families in Hampshire had perks, many you disliked, but some were favored. Much like today, walking around the gardens was definitely a favored perk.

It was around 2 o’clock in the afternoon when you got back from your walk. Handing off your parasol and gloves to one of the maids, you heard your father’s voice in the library right before hearing another man’s voice whom you didn’t recognize; and you knew most of your father's friends. Peering into the library you noticed your father sitting at his desk while a man with black hair and a scruffy looking demeanor paced the floor in front of him. Being the nosey person you were, you decided to interrupt and walk in heading straight for your father.

“Good afternoon daddy.” His head turned at your voice and gave you a small smile when you pecked his cheek. You looked up and smiled at the stranger next, “I don’t believe I recognize you, I’m sorry if we have met before.”

“Uh no Lady Y/N, we haven’t met before. Well, we have when you were just a baby but I doubt you remember that.” The stranger gave a bright wide smile, “The name is John Winchester, I’m an old friend of your father. We just…” You saw John look to your father as if they were having a silent conversation or something happened between them that you weren’t to know about.

“We had our disagreements but with everything that has happened John is still one of my good friends from back in the day. He’s an old American friend which is why you’ve never seen him since.” Your father adjusted in his seat and cleared his throat. “Y/N, maybe you could help with our little situation.”

“Alright?” You moved to sit on one of the green lounge sofas across from your father.

“John here has a son, Dean is it?” John nodded his head, “Who is out of work and direly needs a job, so he has come to me in hopes that we may have an opening. I’ve wracked my brain in trying to possibly think of a job. You spend more time with the help here than most of us, can you think of any?”

You thought long and hard until it hit you, “He’ll take any job you say?”

“Yes ma’am, any job. My boy is good with his hands and is a very hard worker.” John said almost enthusiastically because he had a feeling you were about to give the award winning answer.

“Daddy, haven’t we been needing a new chauffeur? Since you belligerently fired the last one.” You rolled your eyes as your father gave you a stern look, almost as if he was saying not to bring up the subject again. But how could you not, you lost a good friend that day.  

John’s face lit up as he turned to your father, “Dean is an amazing mechanic, he could even work on the cars when he’s not driving around. That would be a perfect job for him.”  

Your father’s expression changed drastically when he looked back up at John, “Alright then, it’s settled. The boy starts on Monday, have him come an hour early so they can show him where he will be living downstairs and get him ready for the day.”

You stood up when your father did and John thanked the both of you repeatedly. He even came over to you and kissed your hand before walking out the door. You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face, you loved helping other people when you could. Wringing your hands together you glanced at your father with a solemn expression.

“Y/N what have I told you abou-”

“Yes yes I know, no need to repeat yourself. If you keep that up you’re going to sound like a broken record and we wouldn’t want that now, would we?” You waved him off as you started to make your way out of the library the moment your mother walked in. “Hello mother.” You gave her a small hug and a kiss on the cheek, then left the room entirely, leaving no room for further conversation.

Monday morning came quicker than expected and started for you just like any other day. But for Dean, his whole life was about to change. When John came home that Friday and told him that he got him a chauffeur's job for the Y/L/N family, his spirits soared. Granted chauffeuring really wasn’t something he planned on doing with his life but he knew that working for a rich family like that, he’d get good money and hopefully would be treated well.

Going in on his first day he wasn’t really sure what he was to expect. He brought a suitcase full of clothes, bathroom essentials and some pictures he had of his family. Looking out the window from the cab, he got a good look at the estate becoming dumbfounded at the enormity of the house. He was going to have to get used to this.

As they pulled up by the door, Dean was greeted by the head butler, who gave him a quick tour of the house along with showing him to his new room while he was employed there. The head butler, Lawrence, gave Dean his uniform that he would have to wear when the time came to take the family out and Dean could tell from the heavy material in his hands that he wasn't going to like this part. Then Lawrence showed Dean to the garage and explained which family member liked which car. Dean nodded trying to soak in all the information at once. With learning about the family and trying to remember the house along with the cars, it would be a lot but he had some confidence and really needed this job.

After Dean was introduced to the rest of the help, he went back to his room and soon put on his uniform for the day. Looking at himself in the mirror, his nose turned up, he didn’t quite like looking like a monkey. But he kept reminding himself it’s a flaw he can look past for the money. As Dean was getting his last boot on, Lawrence knocked and came in, telling him that lord Y/L/N  needed to go into town. Dean hastily made his way to the garage and grabbed the silver rolls royce, pulled it up to the front of the house, and got out to wait.

While Dean was standing there waiting on the lord of the house, out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of dark purple. As he looked that direction it felt as though his heart was about to stop right then and there. There you were walking past him towards the gardens, he had no idea who you were or what your name was, but he was dying to know. You were wearing this magnificent purple dress and carrying a matching purple parasol, but it only added to the natural beauty that radiated from your being. You were enchanting and alluring all that the same time; he had never seen a woman like you before.  

Catching the eye of the new chauffeur was not on your to do list today but he caught your eye as well. He was so handsome in that uniform as he stood there waiting for your father. You were suddenly happy and congratulating yourself for picking out this dress for today and for going out on a walk when you did. Turning your head to the side you noticed he was staring at you, you winked and waved your fingers at him before heading over to the gardens like you intended. Except he was the only thought invading your mind.

Dean watched you leave and was interrupted by the booming voice of your father. He straightened his back and opened the door for him. After being told where to go, the entire ride Dean couldn’t stop daydreaming about you and the smile from his face never once disappeared.

The next day you were rushing throughout the house trying to find Lawrence, it was like the man was nowhere to be found. You needed to talk to him. When you decided to give up searching for him yourself you asked one of the maids if she knew and luckily she did. He was, of course, in your father’s study. You carefully knocked and you heard a faint, “Come in.”

You slowly peeked your head around the door and saw Lawrence getting your father a drink. “Lawrence would you mind doing me a favor?”

“Of course my lady what do you need?” He set the clear glass liquor bottle down, making the amber liquid inside slosh around, and gave you his full attention.

“Can you get the new chauffeur for me? I’d like to go into town to buy a new dress for the party tonight.”

As Lawrence went to speak your father spoke up instead, “Did you not just buy a new dress at the end of last week? And specifically for this party?”

“I don’t like that one anymore and I want a new one. If I’m to be on my best behavior and not look stupid in front of those old men that you work with then I need a new dress.” You stood your ground and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Alright fine then. Go get him Lawrence.”

Lawrence bowed his head to the both of us, “Yes sir.”

As you turned your back to leave your father spoke up one last time, “Be careful, please Y/N?”

“I’ll be fine daddy, don’t worry so much. It’s not good for your health.” You walked over and kissed his cheek softly.

“Yes well neither is having an unmarried 23 year old daughter!”

You sighed and rolled your eyes, this is how every conversation turned out with him, “Daddy please not this again. I’ll find a man when I find him. Okay? Now, I’m leaving to go into town. Have a good day and I’ll see you later on tonight.” All your father did was sigh and nod as he heard you leave his study.

You got ready to go out into town and soon you were walking out towards your yellow rolls royce. You could see Dean standing there waiting for you to arrive. You smiled at the serious look on his face. Taking note of his eyes subtly going wide as you walked through that door, “I see you’ve learned quick at which car I like.”

Dean opened the car door slowly and held a hand out to help you into the car, hoping you felt the same electric spark that flowed through his body at the simple touch, “Yes m’lady, now I have a beautiful face to go along with this beautiful car.”

You blushed as he got the car started up and in no time you were on the way into town, “Do you like your new job so far?”

“Yes ma’am I do. Thank you for allowing me to work for your family, m’lady. It’s an honor.”

You leaned forward in your seat and got close to Dean’s ear causing a shiver to run down his back, “Don’t call me lady or ma’am, just Y/N will do.” You smirked as you went to sit back down in your seat. “You don’t have to be all formal around me, I’m the fun one.”

Dean looked in the rear-view mirror at you and caught that smirk dawning your face, causing one to appear on his own at the obvious double meaning, “Oh sweetheart, that I can already tell.”

Part 2

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PLEASEEEEEEE

I'm begging, someone pls make a P4 w/ Ciel older sister!! 😭😭😭

[jester-lover]

More p4 headcannons please maybe about their betrothed visiting Weston maybe? Possibly?

done! tried to be a little more accurate to the Victorian standards here...

A visit from their betrothed would go like...

Edgar

The absolute picture of a gentleman while escorting you around the grounds, his arm locked politely against yours as he shows you all his favorite spots at Weston. Edgar holds that persona well until he has the briefest moment alone with you, and he has a chance to fluster you.

You’ve found yourself betrothed to a real charmer; the second your chaperone looks away, he’s pressing resolute kisses against every small bit of bare skin he can get. His breath is warm as he whispers little bits of poetry into your ears: Keats, Byron, Shelley—all the literature a lady wouldn’t be caught dead reading.

The gardens are his favorite spot to show you; pity that the flowers hold nothing to your beauty.

Herman

Now, Herman is the complete opposite of Edgar. His approach to his betrothed is stiff and unromantic, but overwhelmingly respectful. He doesn’t touch you intentionally in any way, stiffly introducing you to his friends and showing you around the rooms. 

It's only when you get to the cricket pitch that another side of him is shown, a more passionate and social Herman, eager to impress you with his athletic skill. You watch one of the Green House’s practices that day and watch as he absolutely blows away his competition.

Herman is probably the most reserved out of the boys, but I’ll argue he’d make the best eventual husband because of his desire to be enough for you. To earn your adoration. 

Lawrence 

Lawrence is quite shy regarding every aspect of your relationship, but especially shy while letting you into parts of his world. If he could have it his way, the two of you would be spending all your visit in the library, quietly reading on separate sofas. You’ll have to push him a bit if you want to meet some of his friends or teachers.

He shows you around the school almost like a professional guide, pointing out the historical and architectural significance of Weston itself. 

He makes promises to you quietly, in a tender moment, that once he graduates, he’ll take care of you. Marriage is a rigid structure for him, with defined expectations, and Lawrence plans on meeting every single one of them.

Gregory

Possibly the most relaxed out of the prefects at the notion of your visit, Gregory doesn’t do much to prepare himself or even tell his dorm of your existence. This goes about as well as you think it would, and after quelling a small panic amongst the boys, he shows you around the dreary halls of Purple House.

He doesn’t care much to show you off or introduce you to the other students, much preferring to talk about the various paintings that hang throughout the school. He sketches you absentmindedly as the day goes on, filling several pages of his sketchbook with you in various perspectives. He appreciates the quiet, less frequented parts of the school in these moments, where he can speak freely to you.

Gregory does miss you when you leave, but he holds on to the mementos you left for him in the courting process. Buttons, locks of hair, and monogrammed handkerchiefs… ephemera that holds on to the lingering memories of the one he’ll spend his life with.