#ciel sweep

[lumoonescent]

Okay I’ll admit to not knowing much about Ace Attorney but I think Ciel wasn’t really done any justice with this explanation and the 12 year old me obsessed with this hot mess of a story is rioting so I’m going to do my best to explain a few things that come to mind with this sickly little Victorian child. MAJOR trigger warning for mentions of sexual abuse, grooming, murder, gore, the list goes on. Major MAJOR Spoilers for Kuroshitsuji

I think my one major point here is that the ENTIRE story for Black Butler revolves around Ciel’s tragedy. His ACTIVE tragedy. He doesn’t get a good ending. He made his Faustian bargain and we are constantly reminded that the end result of all this is having his soul eaten by some guy who’s basically grooming him to do the worst things possible to make his soul taste better. Ciel knows this. The only adult he can trust is a literal demon who is not allowed by contract to do anything bad to him. The only adult he allows to have physical contact with him is a supernatural killing machine who has a legal obligation to protect him no matter what. He’s supposed to protect him and do whatever Ciel says. Sebastian (demon) is still pretty sus and weird about it anyways and looks like Ciel’s dead father while he’s doing it. Ciel makes Sebastian stand in his room when he goes to bed until he falls asleep like a human nightlight just so he can be certain nobody is going to hurt him while he’s asleep.

At 10 years old this sheltered asthmatic child witnessed the murder of his entire home only to be kidnapped and physically and sexually abused by a cult deliberately trying to make things as horrible and depraved as possible for him and his twin brother for a month straight. His brother is murdered in front of him. He has to dig through his dead brothers guts to get a family heirloom he swallowed for safe keeping. This cult summons a demon by sacrificing his brother and he STILL has to offer his own soul as payment for getting his revenge. He cannot look at himself or live in any sense without being reminded of his brother and his death after stealing his identity. He’s left with the survivors guilt of knowing that everyone who’s still alive in his life will BE DISAPPOINTED HE WAS THE ONE TO SURVIVE AND NOT HIS BROTHER. Much much later into the story this is outright admitted to be true by his fiancé, the only person he still cares about, after she learns he had been lying about being the other twin this entire time.

The queen of England decided it was a good idea to let this kid be her go-to guy for doing murderous dirty work.

His aunt, one of his only surviving family members, resents his existence and is murdered after admitting this (not by him, but still).

One guy gets so worked up over not being able to go to that cult gathering three years ago that he physically recreates the entire scenario like yes hello Ciel big fan wish I was also there when everyone else got to assault you :) lets do it all again :) I’m killing all of these children in your honor :)

Naturally he has a panic attack at this and throws up before murdering the guy. He has to mercy kill a dozen kidnapped lobotomized children that remind him of himself.

This happens in the first 8 volumes. At the time of writing this there are 33 volumes. Ciel at present in the manga IS THIRTEEN. This all happened relatively recently for him and half of the cast wants him dead for one reason or another. The only people on his side are his demon and his three servants. None of them are a system of support for bettering himself because they are all killing machines with only a vague semblance of what normal life is supposed to be. He commits atrocities and climbs the ranks and sacrifices anyone he needs to along the way to get his revenge all so that immediately after he can die knowing the people who hurt him and his family got what they deserved. He likes tea with milk and honey but doesn’t get to have it often because cavities.

His childhood dream was to own a toy store.

PROPAGANDA UNDER THE CUT: [SPOILERS AND POSSIBLE TRIGGERS AHEAD]

MAYA FEY:

CIEL PHANTOMHIVE:

[rare-prism-s]

while im of course hoping for goetia and romani/solomon to be released, i honestly have no expectation for them to be released this anni

my biggest hope for this anni is just. a main-story related character. no collab characters. no disguised summer units. just someone who has been or will be related to the main-story.

please

[exanuz]

cleaned my room a bit ^-^ will probably do more cleaning lately

[lawfulspawnofthedevil]

I had a phase where I was interested in collecting tiny little jars to stick even tinier things into, like little knick knacks. I had no clue about the mlp cum jar incident and wouldnt for awhile. So I just wanna say I feel kinda bad for anyone who has a jar collecting hobby.

[almondmilkcleanser]

𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 - O2

■ ` ♡ characters / fandom ; f!reader x sebastian michaelis - kuroshitsuji + in a binding agreement

■ ` ♡ tw ; begging ; dominance ; dirty talk ; cumming inside + more ;MINORS DNI

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“I’m sorry but- Sebastian, Ciel, I- I have to refuse!” You weren’t really amped to work under Finny either! 

“You know I work better alone. Sebastian knows that, too! Please-“ Finny, with a stiff upper lip, stood straight as Ciel held up his hand. 

“Okay, Finn. I understand.” He looked more amused than irritated. His hand balled into a fist, rested under his chin, he smirked. Sebastian tilted his head only a small degree toward Ciel, his slitted eyes opening to glance down at him. 

“My Lord?” Ciel glanced at you, then up at Sebastian, a childlike smirk on his face. 

“Y/N is going to accompany us into the city, Sebastian. You two can tour the local shoppes while I handle business with the Queen.”

I beg your pardon?! The palms of your hand were clammy, sticky and slippery to the touch. Or so it felt. 

Why would Ciel do this?! You were much better off sweeping the roof if that meant staying away from Sebas-

“If the Lord wishes.” Sebastian placed his hand on his chest and slightly bowed toward you. His eyes met yours, making you want to cross your legs even while standing in your maid’s dress. You knew he could smell your heat and hear your heartbeat but you kept your cool. You virtually had no choice, everyone and you meant everyone was looking.

“Should I prepare the carriage or should I show the lady to where we keep our traveling attire?” Was he trying to dress you?!

“That won’t be necessary. You can prepare the carriage and Mei Rin will help her change into more travel-friendly clothing. Overalls, perhaps?” 

You looked at Mei who was holding back yet another nose bleed. You sighed in your mind, shoulders hunched and feet heavy. This entire Phantomhive house was out of control..

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Sebastian accompanied Ciel to the steps of the Queen’s castle. Your eyes marveled at the sight in front of you. It was nearly impossible for you to come so close to the castle and now here you were, at her steps! The guards stood proud, out of the way, hardened underneath their hats and unmoving. Desert winds could blow past them and you felt sure of yourself that they would not move at all. 

“Amazing!” You looked over the architectural design from top to bottom, even to the garden. How you wished in your head that you could have a small piece of this luxury. Your heart pulled at the thought as you remembered what made you a maid in the first place. And it surely wasn’t because you got bored waiting for bread to be made in the daytime rush…

“If only..” you tapped the carriage glass with your finger, a small sigh escaping your lips.

“if only what, Y/N?” That one tap turned into a scratch. Your heart was pounding in your ears again! Curse this Sebastian! You continued looking out the window, unconsciously crossing your newly trousered legs over and over.

“N-nothing. I was just thinking if only I could have had breakfast before leaving. Hehehehe….”’ Sebastian wasn’t convinced. He raised an eyebrow at you, his eyes outlining the curvature of your frame even in your new attire. 

The silence continued on between you two just long enough for you to relax. The second your shoulders slumped back down, Sebastian reach for your knee and spun you around, your faces nearly inches away from eachother. 

“Sebas-! The carriage dri-!”

“Shhh-“ he chuckled, inching closer and closer to you till he was practically on top of you.  “You forget about my capabilities, young miss. If the driver were to turn around, we would appear to be sleeping.” You tried to cover your chest with your arm but Sebastian caught your movements  first. Holding your wrist over your head, he moved his knee between your legs, positing it in front of your sex over your trousers. The bumpy cobblestoned roads made your carriage bounce up and down, stimulating your clit as he pressed closer and closer to you.

“Sebastian, we can’t.” Your pussy quivered underneath him. Why was he doing this and we were in such a public setting!  Had he no shame!

His gleaming red eyes focused on you, his devilish smile spreading from cheek to cheek. With his amused grin still on you, he dug in your shirt, skillfully unlatching the front hooks of your corset without breaking eye contact. Your breasts didn’t take much to bounce out of its confinement, leaving you completely exposed underneath him. 

“Sebastian- we can’t” you breathed. Your mind was fuzzy and body warming all over. Did the master know?! Did he catch on on your agreement with Sebastian? Why would he leave you with him? Nobodyaccompanies Sebastian. What made you so special?!

“Hm?” He lowered his head towards your wanting nipple, his warm breath gently caressing its perimeter with each bounce of the carriage. 

“The contract-“

“Doesn’t count if you don’t climax.” Another loophole?! He latched his tongue around your nipple, circling his tongue around and around with zest. He nipped down, making you jump, only to come back down and bump your begging pussy onto his knee. The crotch of your trousers felt warm and wet on contact. You couldn’t go out like this!

“Sebastian,” you moaned aloud, trying to break free of his vice like restraints. “Please stop, I can-“

“You can’t? Can’t wait? Or can’t hold your orgasm for me? Hmm?” Fuck. Your hips wiggled back and forth, continuously trying to break free. Sebastian was tired of your squirming. He fished his other free hand in the crotch of your pants and prodded inside of you, making you gasp aloud. But there was a change.

He didn’t move. He let your wetness coat his fingers but he didn’t pump. The pressure inside of your pussy grew more and more intense, begging for release. You needed more stimulation. You needed him to fucking move.

Sebastian was careful and calculated with everything he did. From the very physical steps he took in accompanying Ciel on his many adventures, to how eloquently he placed his hands on a woman he was pleasuring in his leisure time. For you, it was no different. He saw you as his experiment, his plaything, the little humming bird perched on the windowseal that he tried every day to lure inside with bread and seed pellets. The closer you got to him, the more enamored he became to have you in his grasp.

He even had to catch himself to how alluring you were becoming to him. All it took was one taste, and he found his impulses acting ahead of his mind. 

Your wetness sloshed in his palm, but he refused to move. Goosepimples littered your bare chest and traced itself up your neck. Holy shit, you needed to come and Sebastian could feel it. You throbbed around his fingers, begging for just a little bit more to get you there. But as his intoxicating glare burned a hole into yours, you knew he had all the cards in his hand. 

Your legs tightened, a desperate attempt to build friction in between your legs but he pushed them back open. “Oh, that just won’t do.” He pushed further in, grazing your g-spot with ease. 

“You need to wait.” He nipped on your supple breasts, leaving a hickey the size of two small coins. He was marking you, savoring the rouge essence that cascaded down your skin. As much as you wanted to thrash about, your body relaxed even more. Aromatic sighs exiting your beautiful lips as he suckled your, now lustfully bruised flesh.

As he looked down at you, an intensity loomed in his eyes. He watched you lay there, vulnerable, your face exhausted and wanting yet so proud. He studied your features, from your forehead to the bottom of your chin. He didn’t know what came over him, but he leaned down closer, and closer, until your lips-

Neiiiiiigh! 

“Oy! Calm down there, boy! Oy! Sebastian, we’re here!”

“Tsk!” Without a moment of hesitation, he pulled his fingers out of you, wiped them on the inside of his blazer jacket, and straightened up to hop out of the carriage.

“Don’t take too long.” He warned, his back to you. You sat up, confused, chest covered, and achingly horny. He looked back at your flustered disposition, smirked, and hurriedly hopped out of the carriage before anyone can peek inside.

You still looked at the door, confused as hell. How many breaches in this fucking contract were there?!

You fastened your corset and blouse in a hurry, adjusting your overalls so they were even again. Before you can even reach for the door, it flung open again to an impatient Sebastian. 

“My lady,” the formal act was already on full display “As much as I would love to wait for you to overcome your apprehension of mingling with city citizens, we have an errand to run for the Lord. Now,” he reached his ungloved hand toward you, a stern look on his face.

But you knew that look. His jaw clenched. His eyes narrowed. He wanted to fuck you with everything in him but couldn’t.

“Take my hand and let’s fulfill our duties.”

Not now, at least. 

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[signedkoko]

Hi! I’ve absolutely loved all of your headcannons-

I was wondering if I could request a: vox/mammon x reader where when they (the reader) gets frightened they literally jump into vox/mammons arms?

Could the characters be separate? Idk how to request it’s sorta my first time doing it

Mammon | Vox [Romantic]

In which when frightened, you opt to get as close to your significant other as possible.

Both of you are easily frightened people

You are way easier to scare, but still, you really would think Mammon could take a jumpscare

If something ever sneaks up on the two of you, you aren't just jumping into his arms; no, he's sweeping you off your feet and turning tail

Probably makes it worse for you

Because yeah, you, the small demon are scared, but a sin? The prince of greed? Scared? Then it must be really bad

There is no scenario where he would leave you behind; even with a real threat, he opts to run even if he could overtake them

Any risk to your life is too great a risk; he can hire whoever the fuck he wants to handle the people later

Vox has seen it all

Snuff films, brought the knife down on someone himself, terrified hellborns and sinners into his whim

Not scared of anything, maybe something niche, but hes way more likely to hate and be angry at something than to be scared of it

He is the fight to your flight

The first time someone jumps at you two, he already has guards shredding them into a pulp

More surprising is that he has to register that you are literally clinging to him, and hes rushing to support you with his arms so you dont slide down him

He laughs at you

Sorry not sorry! But that is absolutely hilarious to him, he will tease and prod at you over and over until you threaten to let go

Then he shuts up real quick, because no, he likes what this does for his ego

" Tch. Don't worry, angel; we all know you need the big and powerful Vox to protect you. "

Just wait until you find out what hes scared of and he jumps so high that his head slams into the four-metre cieling

Author's Note - A small little smth smth, which was nice to cleanse my palette,,, sorry for the delay and thank you for requesting!!

[viridwns]

Phantomhive daughter AU has been taking over my brain.

Masterlist

Vincent Phantomhive, the queen's guard dog. London's most eligible bachelor after the death of his wife. A man with a cold heart and cunning smile. Who has wits like no other and two equally smart sons.

The man who can manipulate people into doing things they never thought of doing. Mostly for his benefit.

This man, one of the most powerful people in London if not in the whole of England, has the sweetest, most kind-hearted daughter. An absolute sweetheart who couldn't even hurt a fly. She would help the servants simply to create a bond with them. She got the stubborness from her father and the angelic looks from her mother. A rare gem that the Phantomhive males set their lives on to protect.

She is always at her father's side. If not him, she's with one of the twins. No one has ever seen her alone. Bright young men are betting against each other about who could sweep the little Phantomhive lady off her feet.

No one has been able to do it yet, but just a few stay determined.

Now, with the twins attending Weston College and Vincent being out for business, it's open season for the young men.

Vincent has prepared for this, of course, and set Tanaka on 'protecting' duty. Alas, it is still his daughter, and his wits didn't pass her either. She's even worse with her tricks than Vincent ever was.

She is able to escape the mansion in one way or another, just to finally go outside again after her father left.

Vincent is strict with his daughter, but it doesn't really bother her most of the time.

It's just that when someone has been inside for two weeks, they would like to leave the premise for a bit.

Even if they have to break a few sacred rules to do it.

Daughter Phantomhive is intelligent, but when it comes to the real world, she doesn't have any knowledge of it.

She's too kind to the people on the street, puts too much trust in the shady man trying to sell her stuff.

Usually, Ciel was there to link their arms and fend of any unwanted salesman or just men in general. [Redacted] was there to distract her when Ciel got a bit...too heated.

But now she was on her own, no protection. Open season.

When the gossiping starts that the Phantomhive daughter is walking all alone on the streets, it'll only take minutes before nobles come from left and right to woo the young lady.

She is overwhelmed by the amount of attention, not knowing how to ward them off or how to excuse herself.

If Tanaka wasn't as 'trained' as he is, she would've thrown hands to get out. He found her in no time after he realized she tricked him.

Giving the nobles a stern look (if looks could kill) and guiding lady Phantomhive back to the mansion, he had to contact Vincent. With protests of the rule breaker, he eventually managed to get ahold of Vincent.

He was home in a day.

Goodbye privileges.

Vincent knew he wouldn't be able to keep this up. With his daughter growing older, smarter, and more rebellious, and Vincent being away for business all the time while his boys are at school, he couldn't keep her safe forever.

It was a last resort, but Undertaker was his only solution.

Undertaker would love to watch over precious miss Phantomhive, but alas, he is busy himself with some...project.

Of course, he doesn't like seeing his friend so distraught. So maybe he has another solution , one he isn't fond of himself.

Summoning a demon to protecting his daughter at all times.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

If it wasn't for Undertaker’s obsession interest in the Phantomhive family, he would never have helped with or even suggested this.

Vincent would get his hands red for his daughter. His soul was a cheap price to pay.

Finding a sacrafical lamb wasn't hard to come by as well.

Undertaker left right as the ritual started, not wanting to deal with the demon that was about to appear.

Sebastian.

That was the name of your new butler. The one your father hired to watch over you while he and your brothers were gone.

You had made a light joke about him having the same name as your and your brother's late dog. You had picked it out.

Sebastian only frowned at your remark.

What a great start.

The quite intimidating butler hovered over your shoulder day in and day out. Always ignoring your request for some privacy with a smile. Small talk didn't happen regularly as you chose to ignore the heavy presence of the man.

You tried every trick in your book to get rid of him even if it was only for a private strole through the garden. Sebastian only seemed amused by your attempts and encouraged you to keep trying. No matter what, he would always find you.

You never got angry with him, maybe a little fussy, but never angry. You started to like this cat and mouse game. It was something to keep your mind busy in these lonely days.

Vincent was a bit...stunned to see you hanging onto the chandelier when he got home. You weren't wearing one of the gowns he got you. Instead, you were dressed as a peasant boy. Even had your hair tucked neatly under a hat.

You were trying a new plan. Climb onto the chandelier via the stairs. Hide up there until you were certain Sebastian was at the other side of the mansion, and then go out looking like someone completely different to make it impossible to find you.

Your smile was forced as you awkwardly climbed down the stairs. You hadn't expected your father to come home today. Usually, he would send you a hundred letters asking how you were doing and that he would be home soon. He didn't do any of that on this business trip.

You just hoped he wasn't mad.

To your suprise, he took off the hat and kissed the crown of your head. He walked away with a smile as he waved the hat at you and told you to change.

Huh, guess he thought it was funny.

Your father seemed more at ease with this new butler watching you like a hawk.

Your brothers were a bit on the defense, though.

When it was family visiting weekend at Weston College, they could not stop staring daggers at Sebastian. You told them to be nice, but they argued that they didn't trust him one bit. Your father had to tell them off at one point when Ciel would literally shoo Sebastian away as [Redacted] showed you around the school.

Brothers will be brothers.

It was only when your father had a talk with your brothers behind closed doors (that you totally didn't eavesdrop on by hiding in the secret passageways of your home) that you started to get suspicious of who or what Sebastian was.

Your brothers had accepted the butler after that talk.

Your gut yelled at you even more when your father received yet another envelope stamped with the queen's sigil (that you totally didn't intercept when the mailman came), and shortly after he and Sebastian had some business at Weston College.

This was also the first time you were allowed to come along with your father.

Vincent had some business to do with the principal of the school. Sebastian became an undercover teacher. You had to swear to keep secret while you were trapped yet in another building. This time with everyone on your ass at all times.

Ah well, you were looking for a new challenge anyway.

Especially when four prefects were more than willing to help.

If only you knew their real intentions.

Your father wished you inherited his people reading skills instead of his art for tricking people.

[ebonysquib]

Ran-Mao also doesn’t talk much and usually clings to Lau. She very much needs to be touching/clinging to another person. She also seems to have a very childish understanding of some things and also doesn’t really understand why it would be embarrassing for her to be near naked with others around (or why it would be embarrassing for others seeing her near naked). She misunderstands things a lot, which could be due to her being Chinese while living in Great Britain, but I think her being autistic is a good explanation as well!

Autistic Anime Girls Group 3 Round 2 Match 7

Ran-Mao -

"She's deadpan/neutral-expressioned and a very loyal and badass fighter! Pretty under-rated too imo. Also I saw some people confused abt me calling her an 'assassin' in my first propaganda-- I only used that word because the wiki refers to her as Lau's 'personal assassin' lol, but yes, in reality she's more of a bodyguard. Either way she's kickin ass and takin names when her employer deems it necessary."

Konata -

"otaku queen. is literally the :3 emote."

[ghostfacesvalentine]

Too friendly - Sebastian Michaelis x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Sebastian Michaelis x Fem!Reader

Warnings: nothing really, mainly fluffish

Type: Blurb

Request: N/A

Word Count: tba

Prompt: Sebastian being a little jealous

Notes: I wasn’t even going anywhere with this I just wanted to write about him, thanks.

You giggled politely at the gentleman’s words, genuinely not even listening to a single syllable, only wanting to make the moment bearable. He was uncomfortably close to you. Sebastian was a foot behind you, you almost mistook his eyes for daggers you were sure they were going right through you.

Ciel marveled at the luxuries before him, in close range without a single thought of you both going through his mind.

“You’re being too friendly with them Lady Y/N” Sebastian interrupted your peace with his soothing tone.

It was common knowledge that Sebastian was far too possessive over what he claimed to be his, this being the young master and yourself. Ciel didn’t seem to mind, in fact the thought of it didn’t even seem to cross him at all. You, on the other hand, couldn’t help but be nice to those around you, whether they were strangers or not.

This of course, made Sebastian rack up enemies left and right like it was no problem and it wasn’t, not for him. You walked around with a soft heart and a gentle touch in your step, gracing everything and everyone you came across. Unfortunately, this also came with a price. You were often too naive to the crooked nature of man, falling victim to many unpleasant situations. Fortunately, Sebastian was able to multi task, taking both you and Ciels safety horribly seriously.

He was always there to sweep you away from the arms of whatever creep got too close to you as you lingered around the ballroom, or there to pull you from the shadows, standing before you in the face of danger or most of the time, annoyance.

Sebastian stood behind you, hands crossed behind his back as he leaned over your shoulder to gently scold you of your unaware actions. Your body involuntarily jolted at his remark, eyes traced over to the outline of his lip. You brought your hands to your chest, slowly turning to him as his eyes darted to the bystander he was referring to earlier.

Whenever Sebastian spoke, it seemed like any issue just up and vanished, you never questioned it, much less, questioned him.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered in a guilty plea, your eyes avoided him until he leaned down. “No need for regrets. It’s only in your nature.”

You then looked up to him with a small frown, to which he kept a smile across his face.

Behind that smile, crept an insatiable desire to shut out any man who mistook your kindness for weakness or intricate manner of flirtation. He would never blame you, it was the desire of men that always seemed to tangle you up in the most uncomfortable of situations.

You were always so kind, so gentle and polite, never wanting to catch anyone in an awkward situation in fact you’d maneuver the situation to keep others from their own unease.

Sebastian always hoped his young master would just utter the word to dispose of the men, which he wouldn’t hesitate to, no matter how much you plead. After all orders were orders. He was always careful to be quick or keep the scenery from your eyes.

“Don’t look at them in the eyes” became a common whisper for those who knew the kind of trouble that trailed your groups path. Those who were wise never stepped out of line, instead let you go on about your day before they went missing.

Sebastian always walked behind you both with an overly confident demeanor, nothing flashy, but being a demon always helped the situation. Nevertheless, was he prone to a tingle of jealousy? He would never admit that he was in the slightest.

The way that your silhouette appealed to others around you, trinkets of rotten thoughts plagued raunchy men who had the fantasy of touching you. Though Sebastian was confident in your consistent choice of his touch, the audacity of others would make him uneasy.

He never wanted to embarrass you, but there would be smooth ways of rubbing it in their face that your eyes were his alone.

Your attention was always mindlessly on him when you went to outings with him, though he followed close behind, it seemed like you always chased him around, begging for his attentiveness. You were often rewarded with a peck on the forehead, side of the head or a kiss on the hand. Tucking your hair behind your ear, a gentle grasp of your wrist to direct you in a different direction, or pulling you from your waist to keep you from falling into a mess. “My apologies.” Was often whispered by your ear as Sebastian’s arm hooked your waist effortlessly.

No matter how much Sebastian knew he’d swoon you, there was still a sort of discomfort in seeing nauseating men infiltrate your surroundings. Thankfully he was always there to stand in the middle of that.

[fayes-fics]

When The World Is Free: Chapter 1 - Sous le ciel de Paris

MASTERPOST | NEXT

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, WW2 AU.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: Welcome to the start of my new multi-chapter fic based on a request by the lovely @amillcitygirl! Please see the masterpost for a synopsis of this story. Please note that while I do have a plotted outline, I will be posting chapters as I write them, and I expect that process to take quite a few months. Please bear with me! This first chapter sets up the story - reader moving to Paris in the summer of 1939 and bonding with her new flatmate, Eloise Bridgerton. Please note that Benedict won't be turning up for a couple of chapters yet. Thanks to @colettebronte for beta reading. Enjoy! <3

August 1939

Emerging from the underground Trocadero metro stop, you round the corner of the recently completed, gleaming Palais de Chaillot and stop dead in your tracks. There before you is the most iconic landmark of Paris. Perhaps all of France.

La Tour Eiffel. 

Breathtaking in its metallic magnificence, glowing in the setting sun. A sight that buoys your travel-weary soul seven days after you left New York: boats and trains finally bringing you to this wondrous spot. A light breeze even dances over your neck in greeting, a balm from the cloying subterranean heat of the metro. 

It's a light elbow check to your arm that pulls you back from a state of reverie. 

“A beautiful sight, but one you’ll get used to,” your uncle Robert chuckles, shaking your heavy leather case to indicate it's time to move along. “In fact, I've been told you will be able to see it from your appartement…” 

He has accompanied you to Paris and will see you settled into your new adventures before continuing on to visit friends in England. He spent the roaring 20s living right here in the 16th arrondissement himself and, indeed, has arranged for you to share living quarters with a young British lady, a relative of his English friends. It's a comfort to know you’ll have at least one English speaker to chat with as you dive headfirst into learning proper French as you go.

Robert leads you away from the amazing sight and into the bustling streets, alive with cars, trams, bicycles and pedestrians buzzing in all directions. It's all at once like New York City, but yet so different as well, cafe terraces filling the wide pavements with all manner of people gathered to sip robust cafe au lait and refreshing limonade. 

Within minutes, you are on a quieter side street and stopping outside a handsome honey-coloured stone facade with wrought iron window balconies and window guards, teaming with colourful, fragrant flowering pots. The number 14 gleaming white on a traditional navy blue tile. Your uncle pushes the enormous wooden door open, beckoning you into a cool whitewash wall corridor with mosaic floor tiles.

“Ahhh, Robert!!” a sophisticated middle-aged lady bustles from a nearby doorway and greets your uncle warmly, kissing both cheeks. It would appear they are friends of old.

“Y/n, this is Madam DuLac, your landlady,” he explains as you offer a handshake, admiring her boucle jacket and chic bun.

“Qu’est-ce?” she signals with a good-natured frown, obviously finding your polite greeting lacking, pulling you into a hug and two-cheeked kiss. She smells like Chanel perfume, cigarettes and baked goods. “You are in Paris now, ma chérie; this is how we greet one another,” she counsels in heavily accented but perfect English.

“You speak English?” you sigh, relieved, your French decidedly lacking.

“Bien sûr,” she smiles. “And please call me Solène,” she adds with a friendly smile.

“Eloise should be home from the library maintenant; the perfect time for you to meet,” she gestures towards an elevator cage surrounded by a sweeping grey marble staircase.

“I think I would prefer to take the stairs,” you admit, nerves flaring at the idea of such a contraption.

Your uncle laughs. “Well, I am taking it; I am not hefting this case of yours up five flights of stairs,” he adds dryly as you gaze up the swirling stairwell.

“Five storeys?” you squeak.

“The view is the best from the top,” Solène advises as she rattles back the cage entry and steps in, looking at you expectantly. 

Reluctantly, you follow, all three of you and your luggage crammed into the metal cage as it jerks to life and begins its ascent.

“You will get used to it,” Solène smiles as she reads the apprehension on your face, your vice-like grip on your small vanity case and handbag.

Luckily, the lift reaches your destination safely. One shudder before it stops, and the door concertinas back in Solène’s hand to reveal a sweeping hallway with doors left and right. 

“Ici,” she signals, the last door on the right-hand side.

But before you can knock, the door peels open, and a pretty, petite brunette jumps in surprise, dropping the book she is holding.

“Pardon,” she offers in perfect accented French, and you wonder for a split second if it is the correct apartment.

“Eloise, this is y/n,” Solène gestures.

“Ohhh, hello,” she grins, and the whiplash back to a plummy British accent is momentarily confusing. “I was about to go read in the courtyard, thought you might not be turning up today. Anyway… come in, come in!”

You shake her proffered hand as she ushers you into the apartment. Instantly, you feel a warmth spreading in your belly, like you have come home. It's light and airy, with large windows looking out across the Parisian rooftops, and yes, to the left is indeed the Eiffel Tower, still gleaming in the fading evening light. But the place also feels homely, that sort of messy that is lived in, comfortable. A large velvet sofa with tumbling stacks of books around it, a little kitchenette awash with colourful enamel cookware, and a jumble of art deco posters and random paintings adorning the walls. 

“Solène, I don't suppose you've baked any more of those rather delicious madeleines, have you? To welcome my new housemate?” Eloise pipes up with a chipper, conspiratorial wink your way. 

You already like her.

“Effronte!” Solène exclaims with fond exasperation before pausing. “There may be some…”

“I remember those!” your uncle adds with a tinge of nostalgia as he drops your suitcase. “You are in for such a treat, y/n.”

“Well, while our landlady decides if she’s willing to share the treats she has obviously baked but is being coy about…”Eloise raises a pointed eyebrow at the woman before returning to you. “...let me show you your room, then maybe a drink? I'm sure it's been a long journey.”

You nod and, with an exchange of grins, follow her down a corridor. She sweeps open the door to a lovely room, a large double bed with matching bedside tables and a dresser. But best of all, french doors onto a Juliet balcony overlooking a quiet courtyard filled with a riot of birch trees, their leaves gently rustling in the evening breeze.

“Mostly, it’s pesky pigeons down there, but you do get the occasional blackbird singing in the morning,” Eloise smiles as if intuiting your thoughts.

You spend some moments wandering the room and checking out the various fixtures, running idle hands over the furniture, already feeling remarkably at home with your new housemate and, indeed, your new home for the next twelve months.

“I'm just next door,” Eloise reveals, pointing a thumb over her shoulder. 

Your uncle appears in the doorway to announce that he and Solène are off to catch up as you unpack and suggests you all reunite for dinner later at a local bistro. It all sounds so very Parisian chic; you cannot wait.

“So tell me about yourself,” Eloise flops onto your bed, already wonderfully casual in your presence, as you open your case and the wardrobe to unpack.

“I’m y/n. I'm from a little town on Long Island called Patchogue, about fifty miles outside New York City. I'm 22…”

“Me too!” she interjects, then signals for you to proceed.

“I wanted to see the world before I settled down. And I’ve dreamed of living in Paris since I was a little girl...” You feel your eyes misting at the fact it's now finally coming true as you continue. “So my parents agreed to pay for me to come to Paris for a year. Under the strict agreement, I get married when I return…” 

“You have a fiancé?”

“Yes. Well, sort of. Stanley. We practically grew up together, and we’ve been going steady since we were eighteen.”

“Going steady? That's so American,” Eloise chuckles.

You nod with a giggle, then continue. “He hasn't proposed formally yet, says he is saving up for a ‘real nice’ ring, but it will happen. He is the son of my dad’s business partner. They run a construction company. So, while I'm here, they are building a home for us to live in when I return. We will get married next summer and move right in.” 

“You don't mind?” Eloise frowns.

“Don’t mind what?” you query as you hang up your favourite dress.

“That your future is so… plotted out. I couldn't bear the idea. It's why I think my mother let me move to Paris. She was so fed up with me refusing to settle down.” Eloise laughs, idly flicking through the magazine you were reading on your journey.

“I suppose I've never really expected anything else,” you shrug, pausing as you put away your hosiery, but her words make you contemplative. “You don't have a boyfriend back home?”

“God, no. Too many pretty Frenchmen to entertain me here,” she winks. “I’ll introduce you to some, just in case you change your mind,” she breezes, climbing off your bed and drifting to the door. “Wine?”

“Oh… well, why not? When in France, etc,” you agree and close the drawer on the pile of cardigans you have just safely stacked.

“That's the spirit!” she effuses over her shoulder as you follow her back into the living room, the Eiffel Tower still glittering in the dusk.

“This place is so lovely,” you sigh, transfixed by the view as she wanders over and hands you a glass.

“It is a pretty magical view,” she agrees, staring at the skyline with you, watching as each window seems to illuminate in soft yellow with the dying light.

“And the decor, too; I see you love books as much as me,” you smile, tilting your head to the piles before taking a sip of red wine. It's the perfect balance of refreshing, mellow fruitiness and tart tannin coating your tongue, so much better than any wine back home.

“Oh god, yes! I work in the library. I can bring home as many as I want,” she enthuses.

“So, are there actually any left on the shelves?” you jest, lightly, savouring your drink and wandering to take a closer look at a smaller painting that catches your eye. It's very different to all of the others.

“My god, this is beautiful,” you breathe, hugging your wineglass to your chest as you stare transfixed at the art. It appears to be a large country house, probably British, bathed in the warm pinkish light of dawn.

“That's home. Aubrey Hall in Kent. I think the family made me bring it in the hopes it would make me homesick,” Eloise deadpans.

“It’s a wonderful piece,” you breathe, fingers reaching out to lightly trace over the heavily oiled brushstrokes. Something about it is so captivating and intimate.

“I'll be sure to let the artist know,” she smirks. “Although I'm reticent to give him any more praise, seeing as, unfortunately, he is my brother.”

“Your brother painted this?” taken aback by the revelation, assuming it an heirloom.

She nods and comes to stand next to you. “Yup. Benedict. Second eldest. I'm fifth of eight, by the way. Hence ‘E’ for Eloise. It's a thing,” she rolls her eyes.

“Wow. Big family. I just have one brother...” 

“Lucky you. Although, as much as he is irritating, if I could only keep one sibling, it probably would be him,” she admits, taking a swig of wine.

“I love art,” you sigh, finally tearing your gaze from the canvas but already knowing it is something you will return to again and again. A pull you can’t quite understand.

“Oh, then I know the perfect job for you! There’s a gallery around the corner from the library, and I saw a sign saying they wanted an English speaker to assist international visitors! You would be perfect!”

“I would love that!” you extol, even as a tiny part of your brain lingers on the idea that it would be too good to be true if it all worked out, that fleeting sense of foreboding in paradise.

“Excellent!” Eloise’s enthusiasm pulls you back to the immediate. “So let’s get your glad rags on! It's time to hit the town for your first night in Paris!”

And thus, you find yourself being bundled back into your room to refresh and change for your first night in the city of your dreams. Indeed, as you find yourself being led by Eloise, arm looped in yours, through the bustling evening streets to a little bistro, your uncle and Solène already waiting at a table with smiling faces and drinks in hand, you can't help but feel this really is the only place in the world you could ever want to be…

Your adventure is just beginning.

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[vampire-lord-garfield]

With how sebastian didn't knew ANYTHING about india's religion. Even though he lived for at least a hundred years - I fully belive that this bastard not that old by demon standarts. Something like 25 in human years.

He probably crowled out of hell. Made himself look like pretty white dude (so he wouldnt have to deal with racism or sexism) and just stick to Europe his whole time on Earth.

Which leads me to my even funnier headcanon. There ARE other supernatural creatures in the world. The bastard just never encountered them. Or they were smart enough to trick him.

On other hand - I headcanon Hannah so much older then Seb or Claude. She was in India, she was in Russia, she saw ancient Egypt etc.

So of course she know about other creatures. And of course told Claude and triplets. So they are all very casual about it.

Imagine sebastian taking Ciel to a plate date with Alois to the Trancy manor.

And Hannah and Claude are just there sweeping away thousands of poppy seeds in the garden.

Hannah looks up, apologetically smiles

"Oh, sorry. We just got rid of the Vurdalak last night. You know how they are"

And he doesn't. He fucking doesn't. Cause he's been a basic white boy his whole life. Assuming that some "people" don't smell like souls not because the don't have them, but because they are so bland.

He takes that as a joke and laughs it off.

And Hannah and Claude look at him like the idiot he is.

Like it's the equivalent of living today and not knowing Australia is a real place.

[fma03anniversary]

Happy 20th anniversary FMA. Let's put some forgotten feathers back in your cap.

Melissa was the #1 anime theme song to wrap 2003, and peaked at #2 on the Oricon Singles Chart - Japan's music industry standard for charting CD singles. Melissa became the #34th top selling single for 2003 and was only on sale for two months of the year (Melissa went on sale Sept 26th and Oricon is tracked Dec 1 - Nov 30). Melissa ranked #66 in top Japanese singles for 2004 too. The song would be on the Oricon charts for 38 weeks! Melissa won Animage Magazine's 2004 Anime Grand Prix for Best Anime Song.

Ready Steady Go! was the 18th best selling single of 2004 and peaked at #1 on the Oricon Singles Chart, and would do so charting less than half the time of Melissa, 16 weeks.

FMA sweeps Animage Magazine's 26th Annual Anime Grand Prix held in June 2004 - winning best series, best male character (Ed), best female character (Riza), best voice performance (Romi Park), best song (Melissa @ #1, Kesenai Tsumi @ #2), and best episode (7).

FMA is on the cover of all 3 major Japanese animation magazines for July 2004 - Newtype, Animage, and Animedia.

July 31, 2004 L'arc~en~Ciel make their North American debut at Otakon. Prior to their concert held at the 1st Mariner Place (now CFG Bank Arena) in Baltimore, to a crowd of 12,000 the first episode of the upcoming FMA English dub is premiered.

Rewrite peaks at #4 on the Oricon charts and becomes the 63rd best selling single of 2004. Rewrite won Best Anime Theme Song at the American Anime Awards at New York City Comicon in 2007.

FMA gets the rare honour of going to reruns in Japan.

FMA debuts on Adult Swim and is on the cover of all 3 major North American anime magazines for November 2004 - Newtype USA, Anime Insider, and Animerica.

FMA pulls in a ton of new viewers to Adult Swim for December 2004.

TV Asahi ranks FMA the most popular animated TV series in Japan in fall 2005, a year after it finished airing.

FMA is the best selling anime series on DVD for 2005 in North America. Individual DVD volume sales are so strong they rank alongside anime movies.

Anime News Network crowns FMA the best series of 2005.

Link is the #4 anime song for 2005 and peaks at #2 on the Oricon chart.

Conqueror of Shamballa is the #7 anime movie and #47 movie overall in Japan for 2005.

Anime Expo 2006 celebrates FMA. AX teams up with FUNimation to premiere Conqueror of Shamballa at the convention, hosted by guests of honour: Seiji Mizushima (Series Director), Mike McFarland (EN Director), Masahiko Minami (President of Studio Bones), Romi Park (who unfortunately had to cancel last minute), and Vic Mignogna.

Conqueror of Shamballa set to screen in 40 North American theatres. In !!2006!!

In the first ever event to honour voice acting, direction, production, etc of English anime in North America, the American Anime Awards were held at New York City Comic Con in 2007, handing out awards for the Best Of 2006. Online fan voting selected the finalists and FMA led the nominations with 5. The series would lose Best Feature (CoS) to FFVII Advent Children, but win Best Long Series, Best DVD Packaging, Best Cast, and Best Theme Song (Rewrite). Source (1), (2), (3)

Over five years after its Japanese debut and four years after it's North American start, as Brotherhood begins airing in Japan FMA still ranks #7 for best selling anime series on DVD in North America for spring 2009!

[v1leblood]

tsukire sweep -> tsukire english release -> international audience is captured -> netflix deal to produce a new tsukihime anime -> normie weeb audience gets into tsukihime -> rei vs asuka posting wars recreated with ciel and arc

[sunflower1experiment]

He is not

“What do you mean!?”

“I’m telling you Mey-Rin, Sebastian is not all that. If that were the case then I’d probably be more meticulous with his wants.” [Name] rubs the bridge of their nose while listening to their associate whine about this so called ‘handsome’ butler.

Meanwhile they were still stuck on the fact that they as a human with some peculiar qualities had to be stuck with that man. [Name] dislikes Sebastian, he knows that based on how curt [Name] is with him or how they’ll inadvertently avoid being touched by him.

[Name] would listen to Mey-Rin compliment the tall male, sure his black hair and red eyes were beautiful but want to know what also has those eyes?’: Demons! [Name] just wasn’t having it and the fact that Ciel even ordered them to work with Sebastian was obviously cruel.

‘Master Ciel if this demon kills me, I'm not coming back until I feel he is far away from me.' [Name]’s ability was that they could die and come back, however the only way they’d actually die is through the brain. Luckily no one knew, except the demon, so they can’t trust him.

“My dear please, you work too hard. Here, I’ll handle the rest.”

“I’m alright sir, if you don’t mind opening the door for me please…?”

He chuckles before thinking to himself, without a doubt he held the door, and [Name] was casually carrying the boxes, following them, he grew to admire how easily they go with the flow. Especially with their behavior they display. As they place the boxes down, [Name] starts fixing a few of the materials in the room while Sebastian dusts, wipes and sweeps the room.

At first, [Name] was adamant with the idea of him helping and to be precise he wouldn't comply so [Name] just allowed the demon to invade their space. "[Name] my dear, you've been silent this whole time. Tell me, do you happen to dislike my presence."

"Not really, you're absolutely creepy, you give the vibe that you have ulterior motives. Plus, many women are known to fawn over you. During these past missions together, I've seen your style and I also know you do not find yourself keen with humans."

Sebastian could only close his eyes with a smile, he agreed that his motives were different, but he did intend to serve his master. Even in his past he was known for his intent and died with the said mindset, being called out for it however was amusing. "I guess we both as the supernatural know that humans enjoy the company of something alluring."

"Indeed..."

Continuing with their task they felt him gently brush on their shoulder and [Name] eyes the butler. It was quiet, they enjoyed quiet.

He maybe a demon but he tolerated their existence, and so did [Name]. Not long after they were carefully studying each other's entity being. Sebastian knew he couldn't kill [Name] but to see a being who wasn't attracted, afraid or desiring to kill him. It was rather enjoyable, it felt like a duo pair that understood one another's flaws and motives.

Sebastian not long after was sleeping soundly to conserve his energy, while [Name] stayed awake to crack and pop their bones. "Maybe you aren't so bad.."

As they pop their body to a comfortable standard, the Shikabane Hime lays back to rest their eyes. Feeling the demon hold them close, they return the hug.

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Charles Gray and Edward protect his s/o when she's stuck in the Campania!

let's hear it for the gents!!! <3

Not only is it his duty to protect all the other citizens on board, it’s doubly his duty to protect the love of his life. Everything else is quickly tossed to the side; his irritation toward Ciel, his big-brother-instincts-in-overdrive for Lizzie, all of it. Things have gotten serious, so it’s time for him to get serious. He focuses instantly on keeping everyone that he can out of harm’s way, up to and including a firm, “Get behind me, (Name), and stay behind me!” Assuming that his S/O doesn’t know her own way around a sword, and even if she does, he wants to keep her safe at any cost. He’s a knight, for God’s sake. His hands might be shaking a bit as he cuts down any threat which gets too close, but he’s still swinging away. He’s never been in a situation like this before, this life and death, and it shows. He doesn’t stop, though, only pausing so he can round to slash away one of the creatures that’s tried to grab at his darling. Of course, he does end up with a few wounds for his trouble. For all that he thinks he was just doing the decent thing… he’s also deeply grateful that (Name) gently patches him up on the way home. He doesn’t mind a scar or two; what’s more noble than being hurt in the name of protecting someone you love?

Ah, so his time to shine for his beloved and keep her safe has finally come!! It’s like a bit of high-energy theater. All things being equal, taking everything into account, even someone as dramatic and ready to fight as Charles Grey tries very hard to keep his S/O out of danger. He signed up for a line of work that requires him to carry a sword, or at least he was trained heavily for it from a young age; neither of those things are true for her. So he makes sure to hold her at arm’s length from his duties. That regrettably means she probably has never seen him in action until now. Funnily enough, her presence actually helps make him stronger — to hell with superstitions, he has no time to be afraid of these walking corpses when his hesitation could mean (Name) being hurt or worse. Down they all go, indiscriminately, heads chopped off with extreme prejudice for daring to exist past death! … And, likely with some big moment where he sweeps her out of biting distance just in time. There will definitely be some grateful, relieved kissing in the lifeboats later.

[natsuki208]

One night at the Phantomhive manor

Little Ciel: Papa.

Sebastian: Stops pretending to be asleep What?

Little Ciel: Sweep widh you?

Sebastian: Hm? What’s wrong with your own room?

Little Ciel: Bed is wet.

Sebastian: Wha- Ciel! Why didn’t you say to me earlier?! You little… deep sigh and shakes head