#grell x female reader

[ladyarchiviste]

Saviour In Red

Pairing: Grell Sutcliff x Fem!reader

Summary: You're having the most horrible night in your entire life when a red clad stranger helps you

Warnings: Mentions of SA and blood, turn back if it triggers you

As the only girl in your family yet to be married, you were often faced one particular challenge. Your sisters, both older and younger had settled down with the oldest having a baby on the way. Naturally, family members often inquired and or mocked you about your lack of a partner. So much so that you couldn't have a family gathering in peace without your love life being brought up. Even outsiders would make comments here and there. It was exhausting but you didn't let it bother you too much. Of course you wanted to find your own partner to be happily wedded to but you believed you'd find that special someone when the time was right.

Though you patiently dreamt about the day that would happen, your mother wasn't as patient, which is what brought you to the very situation you're in. You sat opposite the son of a low ranking baron in an expensive restaurant. The food was good but the company could be better. You had nothing against him, he was handsome, you'd give him that, but you had no interest in the assets he was continuously boasting of. Even though he was regarded as low status as compared to other nobles, he was certainly loads richer than a commoner such as yourself. That fact had your mother practically jumping for joy when the baron's son himself had asked to take you on an outing.

According to him, he was captivated by your beauty and found himself walking over with his request before he had realized it. Unfortunately for you, your mother was with you when this happened and cut you off mid answer with an excited, 'she'll be ready!' Before you knew it they exchanged information then you parted ways; him to continue his errands and you being dragged away so your mother could make you more presentable for the night. 

"Is the food to your liking?" He asks with a slight frown

"Yes it is. Delicious indeed" you offer a polite smile 

"Hmm. Yes I'm sure it tastes good to you. As you're a commoner, this probably feels like heaven to you but for someone like me, it tastes rather bland. I should have taken you to my estate, the chefs prepare food way more appetizing than this. Of course only because they're provided with only the most quality ingredients from our rich fields. I'll take you next time. You'll be at my feet when we're done with the first course alone, begging for more"

Needless to say, you definitely didn't feel that spark. How you wished you could shove a bread roll in his mouth so he'd stop talking. Eventually, dinner was over. You humbly declined dessert, eager to just get away from him. He sat opposite you in the carriage, not saying a word. You thought it was odd. On your way to the restaurant you hadn't spent this much time on the road. It couldn't have been traffic, you hadn't stopped once since you started moving. You took a peek outside and realized something off. There were no houses and no people.

"Milord, forgive me, but I believe your coachman is taking us the wrong way."

The smirk he gives you makes you tense. He moved himself next to you and you scoot away trying to create distance between you. His hand reached for your face but you swat it away.

"Where is these vessel headed?" You ask, voice laced with incoming fear. He had you backed into the corner of the tiny space you were in

"You know, usually after mentioning a few things my family possesses girls throw themselves at me. But not you. In fact you didn't even seem interested in anything I had to say" His hand moves to your thigh, slowly pushing it up towards your regions

"What's your price? Every whore has one. Name it, I can give it to you. Anything at all, just ask. All I ask for in return is a night in my chambers" 

You slap him across the face.

"You pig! No, that's an insult to the creature. You are far more disgusting because not even a pig would act the way you do. I demand you let me off this carriage immediately!"

He scowled before delivering a harsh slap that sends you down to the carriage floor. Getting down, he flips you over and slots himself between your legs before you had the chance to close them. You lost the struggle to keep his hands off you and within seconds had yours pinned down on either side of you.

"Listen here, I tried to be gentle with you but if you wish me to be rough then so be it. I was even nice enough to offer you riches in return, but now I think I'll just use you and dispose of you afterwards."

You were absolutely terrified.

"I-if you touch me I'll go to the Yard" your threat doesn't phase him in the slightest. 

"Ha! Pathetic whore, all I need to do is pay off whoever's in charge. In fact I don't think I'd even need to. Who do you think they would believe?" He held both your hands with one of his and the other moved under your skirt.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!"

"You'd be the commoner who saw an opportunity to take advantage of a kindhearted noble for his wealth by making up ruthless stories about him in hopes of getting him to buy your silence. I can do whatever I want to you in this carriage and no one would know and if they did, they wouldn't care" 

All he said sank into you like red hot knives. You went limp knowing he was right. There was no one who could help you. Neither now nor after what he was about to do. By the end of tonight you would be -. Tears clouded your vision.

"Are you going to cry now? What's wrong? What happened to all that fight you had in you huh? Where did that go?" he cackled.

"Please don't do this"  you plead but it only excites the male above you.

"Shhhh. I'll take good care of you. In this carriage that is"

The carriage shook violently and your attacker frowned. Standing up, he opens the little slot between him and the coachman. "What's going on out there Philip?" 

"Apologies Sir, we seem to have gone over a pothole, but it's alright now."

Before he could come down to continue his assault, the carriage jerked violently to the side before it tipped over. Screams came from all of you as the carriage rolled and tumbled. A few terrifying seconds later, it stops. The carriage is now tilted to the side but not completely. You pushed against the door, which was now slightly above you, till it opened. With great difficulty you were able to pull yourself out of the wooden structure and onto the grass.

Your body ached and you were no doubt covered in multiple bruises. You couldn't see another person or house around you. You were stranded in what looked like an open field. The nights events replayed in your head as you laid there and you found yourself sobbing in pain and relief. You heard creaking and turned your head to the side to see the carriage falling over on the opposite side. When the dust settles, you here a voice.

"Philip Watson, died at the age of 42 on October 6th, 1889. Cause of death, thrown off the driver's seat of a somersaulting carriage and into a tree after the wheel popped off because he drove over a pothole while under the influence of alcohol."

What the? 

You crawled towards the voice, hoping to find help. When you look around the carriage, you see long, flowing hair as red as wild roses facing you.

"Now this bloke." The voice says in what sounded like disgust. "Joseph Wellington. Died at the age of 27 on October 6th 1889. Cause of death, crushed to death by his own carriage after trying to crawl out of it. Well it serves him right! How dare he try to lay those filthy hands on another woman! I should cut his hands off too! Although that would be pointless now that he's dead ....... Anywho back to work."

The words the stranger spoke made you look further around the carriage and as said there was a spray of blood and the torso of a man underneath the tilted carriage.

I'm going to be sick.

"Wait a second, that woman isn't on the 'To Die' list."

The person turns around and you both make eye contact. Despite prior events you found yourself feeling all.....fuzzy the more you looked. Unbeknownst to you, the red haired stranger felt same.

Grell loved the color red more than anything. Lipstick, roses, blood, anything red she adored. There you were, a woman so beautiful she almost felt jealous. Your lovely red dress and ruby lips (and the blood trails on your face) made you look splendid in her opinion. 

"Beautiful..." you both say at the same time. You didn't hear her but she heard you and fought hard to keep a blush from showing. You take the stranger's outstretched hand, wincing when you are pulled to your feet. 

"Thank you kind sir" the face before you twisted in displeasure.

"SIR?! Do I look like-?! Ok I do. How dare-! I'll have you know, I'm a fine woman! A lovely, delicate flower unfortunately born into the body of a man!" The stranger shouts angrily with dramatic body movements.

"A woman? I'm sorry I didn't know you identified as one. Forgive me. May I ask for your name my fair lady?"

Grell blushed. It'd been so long since someone addressed her so sweetly.

"Well you certainly are a smooth talker aren't you? It's Grell Sutcliffe"

Wait what was she thinking? And what were you thinking? This wasn't the time to flirt or worry about a misgendering! Focus Grell!

"Miss Grell, may I trouble you by asking you for your help?"

You look at the broken carriage, ugly memories surfacing again. Grell watches you clutch your arm. You looked back at her with teary eyes. 

"I'd like to go home please"

You're shaking and your tears are beginning to spill. She understood. You were almost robbed of your innocence and almost died all on the same night. Anyone in your place would have broken down already. Bringing her fingers to her lips, she lets out a series of whistles and you hear rhythmic thumping. The horses formally attached to the carriage were back. You didn't even realize they were gone. You watch in awe as she tore off the leather straps with ease like it was made of paper. 

"Luckily these boys broke away before the accident."

You let out a squeak when she scooped you up effortlessly like you weighed nothing, and placed you on one of them. She rode back to civilization and you gave her directions to your home. Your mother wasn't home. She left a note on the door saying she was over at a friend's house to help take care of her sick children. You wanted to go in yourself but after insistence from Grell, you directed her to your room. 

"Thank you Grell." 

"You stay right there. Don't move."

She walked out and you sat in bed as she instructed. After a while, she came back for you, pulling you to your bathroom where she had set up a bath for you.

"It has herbs in it, it should help with your injuries. Now let's get this off you"

You flinched when she reached for you, surprising both of you. You couldn't look at the kind stranger's face. You didn't mean to, Grell knew that. You were just scared.

"I won't harm you, I promise." With hesitation, you turned around, giving her access to the zip. She pulled down gently so as not to hurt you by accident.

"I'll be outside, take as much time as you need" 

It stung when you got in but in a few minutes it wasn't as bad. You thought of random things to help take your mind off tonight but your thoughts always circled back. You stepped out of the tub, wiping the water off your body and putting on the nightgown Grell prepared for you before leaving the bathroom.

"All set?"

You nod.

You let her treat your wounds and tuck you in bed.

"Rest well"  She turned to leave and you panicked, snatching her wrist

"Wait! Don't go! Please! I don't, I d-dont-" you hiccuped before you start bawling. She sat on your bed and pulled you in for a hug.

"Shh. Don't cry. That idiot is dead, you're safe. I'm not going anywhere, no one will hurt you while I'm here." 

You sobbed harder as you held onto her.

"There, there, let it all out"

She felt her heart ache as you cried

Oh how she wished she was the one who  ended the life of the man who made you feel this way. 

"I'm here, I'm here"

She repeated as she rocked you back and forth till your sobs reduced to light sniffles. She realized you had fallen asleep when your body stopped trembling against hers. After laying you down and covering you up, she left. She wanted to stay with you, but she had work to do. She would definitely come back to check on you.

When you wake up the next morning you find a plate of your favorite food on your table. Before you conclude it was your mother's doing, you see a single red rose and you instantly knew it was your red haired savior from the night before.

[insanecowboy]

grell domestic hcs as her spouse pls?

GRELL DOMESTIC HEADCANONS AS HER SPOUSE

- you and grell probably struggle to find time together because of her job

- when you do both have free time, grell loves to pamper you

- making baths, cooking for you, etc

- just small acts of service to make your day a little easier

- she loves getting you gifts, or even better making them herself from scratch ! 

- i feel like she would really like art && would use painting or poetry as a coping mechanism. 

- because of that you would be her muse

- grell calls you corny cheesy nicknames like honey bear &&  sugar woogie boogie doo doo buns. this is purely out of spite because she knows it makes you want to figuratively vomit. 

- ( if you wear / like makeup ) she definitely would want to do ur makeup and let you do hers

- gossips about sebastian to you

- she tries to not come home all bloody, usually washing up before coming back to your home.

- she just wants to love someone, and have that person love her back 

[bomber-grl]

Grell Sutcliff Dating Hc! —☆⋆｡𖦹🖇️

Pairing(s): Grell Sutcliff x Gn!Reader

Disclaimer! I’ve only watched the anime and I’m semi aware of how she’s mischaracterized (according to others(?)) in it in comparison to the manga. So, these hc are solely based on the anime

We’ve seen how she is when she’s interested in someone and so just imagine her in an actual relationship 💀

She’s constantly fonding over you at minimum and spouting profanities you’d rather not have to hear again at most

I mean the fact you’re together is obviously because you matched her freak

Anyway, the more surface level of her personality is her constant coddling, hugs, and overall lovey dovey self

If anything it’s just her reaction to hot people which i can’t even blame😭

Now, if you’re more shy leaning Grell thinks you’re so cute

The urge to trap you in a bone crushing hug deepens immensely

However, if you’re more bold and straightforward she’ll really play into it

Again, everyone just disregards when she’s like this so she really falls head over heels x 2

And if you pick her up? Deceased x2

Obviously she’s glad to have you around for practically forever if you’re a divine being but if you’re human

The angst 😭

You’re the first person she’s every genuinely connected with and felt understood by

Especially with her identity

So I imagine you dying had crossed her mind a few times before but the thought was too painful to ever actually continue thinking it

So the day that she saw your name amongst the people she had to kill- two words

Mental breakdown

Either you choose to die by her hand or kys to become a grim reaper, literally the only solutions

It’s like that one audio where it’s like “bye Abby, I’ll see you when you wake up, and if you don’t wake up, I’ll still see you cause I’m gonna meet you in heaven or whatever

Sorry I just realized these are supposed to be relationship hc and not so gruesome 😭

Anyway, regardless of your race (?) Your relationship is still very much existent and there’s nothing grell or you could do about it

I mean I mighttt be going boarderline ooc like the the far depths sort of level but if you’re in a committed relationship and anyone alludes to you trying to leave her

Let’s just say we hope they don’t or she’ll be extra possessive to a crazy extent💀

Also if you’re constantly surrounding yourself with grell then you’re bound to interact with Ciel and his lot

So what I’m trying to say is, you’re like that one stereotypical couple with over the top PDA where it’s sickening to them

Also if you don’t like it (pda) she’ll be a bit sad but she’ll try to respect it

Now if you’re a romantic she’s constantly happy

Especially when you go out on a picnic, get her nice things and do silly things like carry her

Despite these “happier” moments there’s eventual solemn topics (like her death) that she talks about with you

I mean she’s sharing personal things with someone she trusts but it’s still nervwrecking

Also, you Can’t tell me Grell wouldn’t absolutely defend you with her life(?)

Even if it ends with her being trampled 💀

[sleepingdeath-light]

female s/o with tattoos hcs ; reapers

requested by ; anonymous (22/03/23)

fandom(s) ; black butler

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | reapers | antagonists

character(s) ; grelle sutcliffe, ronald knox, undertaker, william t. spears

outline ; “Heyy!

Bit of an odd one, but can I request how the Kuroshitsuji reapers (including Undertaker) would react to being introduced to a a heavily tattooed woman? As I know Victorian England was an extremely different time, especially when it came to general appearance!”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

grelle sutcliffe

first of all, grelle thinks your tattoos are hot as hell and the second she notices them she’s all but begging you (in her typical dramatic fashion) to show her each and every one

wants to know the stories behind each illustration, or if there isn’t one then just the thought process that led to you getting each picture inked permanently on your skin — and she’s a very active listener, asking questions, nodding her head, following where you’re pointing with her eyes, and so on, so you never have to worry about maybe boring her with your explanations because it’s very obvious that she’s invested in what you’re saying

oscillates between eagerly begging you to get a matching tattoo with her and fretting about whether or not she’d actually suit one — she’s very particular about her appearance after all and for as breathtakingly attractive as she finds you with your tattoos, she just isn’t quite sure whether they would look good on her

… but at the same time she just really loves the idea of having a matching permanent brand that shows everyone that the two of you belong with and to each other

oh the duality of woman

ronald knox

initially caught quite off guard because, naturally, you’re the first person he’s met that’s basically covered with tattoos — likes he’s seen and reaped people with one or two in the past, but you’re a whole other story and he thinks you look so fucking cool because of it

like grelle, he wants to know everything about your tattoos and he’s just as active of a listener — getting visibly invested in each of your stories, wincing sympathetically when you recall how much some of your more difficult pieces hurt, interjecting with questions here and there in a way that would be annoying if he wasn’t so earnest about wanting to learn, and even offering to help you plan out the style and placement of your next tattoo

really wants one of his own — something small but that just screams him — but because of the whole being dead thing, and because of how strict the dress code is for reapers, he unfortunately can’t get any tattoos… doesn’t stop him from discussing his plans with you though

(you will absolutely catch him staring at your tattoos and tracing them with the tip of his finger when you’re in bed together or when you’ve just come out of the shower… he just thinks they look nice, that’s all…)

undertaker

undertaker is actually pretty neutral about your tattoos — after all, it’s not like he lives the most traditional life either so who is he to comment on the choices you’ve made — but also isn’t afraid to let you know which of the pieces is his personal favourite

if you have any animals tattooed on you then he’s going to give them names… and yes they will be intentionally stupid as hell, even if the pictures themselves are intended to appear less cute and more intimidating or freaky — and he’s got a good memory so even years down the line he will still be calling them all the same names he gave them when you met

wouldn’t show it outwardly, but would be so very touched if you asked him to help you design your next tattoo — especially if it’s going to be in a very visible place. the idea of you wanting to basically be branded by something of his is just incredibly sweet to him and only endears you to him more

to calm himself down after a particularly rough nightmare, he’ll lay on his side and trace the inked patterns on your skin while watching you breathe — assuring himself that you’re still there, you’re still alive, and that you’re still his. and he can easily spend hours at a time tracing each and every one of your tattoos… it’s just so soothing!

william t. spears

extremely shocked by your appearance because of just how uncommon it is for him to see anyone with any number of tattoos in his line of work — hell he can’t even recall off the top of his head the last soul he reaped that had just one, let alone the number that you have — but that initial surprise is about all the reaction you’re going to get out of william

wouldn’t ask about any of them unless one particular illustration really caught his interest — such as a plant he happens to be very familiar with — but he will quietly listen to you if you want someone to rant to about your latest piece or the intricate details of the other tattoos you have… not really an active listener to the same extent as ronald or grelle but he will chime in where appropriate with an ‘interesting’ or ‘really’ or ‘what made you go for that, exactly?’

is quick to shut down anyone who tries to be rude to you because of your visible tattoos, doing so in his typical straight-forward fashion which never fails to leave the other person feeling mortified and ashamed to the point where all they can do is apologise to you both and leave

if you get any new tattoos during your relationship you can guarantee that william will be very intense about your recovery and following all of the advice given to you by your tattoo artist — like there is zero chance of you being allowed to slack off or getting away with scratching at any itches near the new piece until it is 100% healed

[hereforreadandwrite]

Madness Part 1

Masterlist

How did things get so bad?

How did you end up lying on the ground, blood coming out of your lips and throat? You saw a strange person loudly chewing on a piece of your flesh.

How did you get to this point?

Your life had gone wrong overnight. In just a few moments, your house had gone up in smoke, you had seen your parents and your sister burn alive, you had managed to save yourself by leaving through your bedroom window. At eight years old, you had been interned because of post-traumatic stress. For fifteen years, you were tortured by his doctors who had nothing to do with your well-being. They said they were healing you, but they weren't. You hated that hospital: the straitjacket, the sensory deprivation, the experimental drugs, the leeches, the electroshock therapy. You wanted out of here, but you were at the mercy of his doctors eager to learn about the human body. Everything had changed when they appeared in your room. A child accompanied by a butler. At first you thought they were a figment of your imagination, until the man named Sebastian took off your camisole.

"Are you…real?" you asked uncertain.

"As real as you are," the child replied, stepping closer to you. "My name is Ciel Phantomhive. I'm looking for personnel. People with certain characteristics."

"Particularity? Looking for staff? Did you take a good look at me? Are you looking for all your staff in a psychiatric hospital?" you asked as you pulled away from Sebastian.

"As the young master just said, he's only looking for people with certain quirks," Sebastian commented smiling at you. A smile that made you uncomfortable. "I did some research on you. You don't realize it, but you have an invaluable ability that you don't yet realize. We're sorely short of female staff. You'd be perfect as a maid."

"Priceless ability? Maid? I've been locked up here for twelve years! I may be crazy, but you seem even crazier," you say between your teeth.

"No previous experience is required here! We don't discriminate by age, race or history," Sebastian said ignoring what you had just said. "We guarantee payment and days off, and even provide luxury supplies like sugar and tea. The uniform is designed by a first-rate tailor. You could even get a raise depending on your performance. How about it? Not bad right?"

"You didn't listen to me," you growled annoyed.

"Fifteen years locked up and tortured in his hospital, that must be a long time," Ciel said looking down at you. "Doctors and nurses say you're crazy, but aren't we all? I can get you out of this place, you'll finally be free. And I could help you find out who kill your family . Or I can leave you here, in this sordid place. You will die alone, at the hands of his doctors."

You, being a maid? You felt like they were playing a joke on you. A joke in very bad taste. But it was your only chance to leave this Hell. You shook hands with the demon, accepting the walk. They took you out of the psychiatric hospital and you agreed to serve Ciel Phantomhive body and soul. The transition from a very poorly maintained hospital to a perfectly clean mansion had been a shock. Everyone here was perfectly clean. You looked like a disgusted rat. Head shaved, still wearing your straitjacket with your hospital gown dirty like your body. But the employees weren't judging you. Everyone seemed to have a past as checkered as yours. A crazy seamstress had arrived the day after you came to the mansion to make you an entire wardrobe. Ciel gave you a present, he had asked Nina Hopking to make you a top quality wig while your hair grew back. It was a second shock to see you so clean, with clothes as clean as you and hair. With this transformation, you swore to yourself to protect Ciel Phantomhive even if you had to die for it. He had saved your life. You had worked hard to become a good example, as much in your domestic tasks as in protecting the mansion from attackers. A year was gone. A year of hard work. During two years, you had believed that your loyalty to the earl would be unfailing until Jack the Ripper struck. Ciel had decided to take you with him and Sebastian to his townhouse and from that moment your life took another turn.

"So, what is this place?" Lau asked, glaring at Ciel with his everlasting friendly smile.

"Why are you familiar with this kind of place?!" Madame Red shouted at Lau.

Sebastian explained that the business they were standing in front of was an undertaker run by an acquaintance of Ciel. You had never heard of this person. Anyway, you had been there for a year and the count was within his rights not to tell you anything. Sebastian opened the door, letting Ciel enter the building. The place was plunged into darkness, there were coffins on the floor and leaning against the wall. You were looking around uncomfortably when a laugh sounded in the room. You moved closer to Ciel, lifting your skirt slightly to put your hand on your gun.

"I knew that you would come," a man's voice reasoned as he pushed open the lid of the coffin he was hidden in. "Do you want to see how it feels to sleep in my custom-made coffin?"

"I didn't come here to play today…," Ciel began before being cut off by Undertaker who put his finger to his lips.

"You don't need to tell me," Undertaker replied, stepping back when you stood in front of Ciel. "I know why you came. With just one look~ I can tell what's on your mind. Since the earl went out of his wa to visit me. I'll certainly do everything I can to help."

"Do you know something?" Ciel asked, waving you back.

"I didn't know you had a new maid, earl~" Undertaker commented as he approached you. "What's your name, poppet?"

"(Y-Y/N), sir."

"You can call me Undertaker, (Y/N)."

Undertaker was no ordinary man. He was goofy, his payment was laughable, which was kind of weird, but who were you to judge him? With himself working, he didn't have to see funny things every day. He had provided information on the serial killer: Jack the Ripper. After the case, you decided to visit him.

"My, my~ Wouldn't that be Earl Phantomhive's maid. It's nice to see you again, (Y/N)," Undertaker greeted, stepping closer to you. "What is this visit worth to me?"

"I'm sorry to disturb you in your work."

"You don't bother me, Poppet. I knew you would come," he said, running his hand through your hair, watching your eyes intently. "You have beautiful eyes~"

"Did you know? How can you know that kind of thing?" you asked, taking a step back, embarrassed by the compliment.

"It's a secret. I'll make us some tea. Take a seat wherever you want~"

Undertaker went to the back room, leaving you alone in the shop. You were looking around when your gaze fell on a particular coffin. You wanted to open it, but it would be an aberration if you did. You shook your head away from the coffin that aroused your curiosity. Undertaker came back into the room with his beakers full of tea. He gave you one of the beakers by opening a jar filled with bone-shaped biscuit.

"Take seat~ Take seat~ you have some time don't you?"

"It's my day off. The Count isn't expecting me," you say, sitting down uncomfortably on one of the coffins.

"So it's my lucky day~"

You just nodded as you took a sip of your tea, watching Undertaker fill out various forms while munching on his cookies. This man was really strange.

"You wanted to ask me something, (Y/N)?" Undertaker asked, leaving his papers to stare at you.

"Hm? Uh…that's right. You're doing research for the young master, aren't you?"

"Yes and?"

"Is it possible for you to do a search for me?"

"It depends, what do you want me to do for research?"

"My family died in a fire. My family's stupid lawyer says my cat, my Dinah, knocked over an oil lamp. But that's impossible."

"And why this?"

"Because…she had come to bed with me. She couldn't knock over an oil lamp. I was the last person to leave the library and I did extinguish the fireplace."

"So…you think it was arson?" Undertaker asked while eating a cookie.

"I don't know. After all this time, I don't remember if I put out the fire properly. But at night during the fire, I saw a centaur."

"A centaur? Are you sure?"

"Yes! I saw him come out of my sister's room. He ran away when he saw me and then… my house and my family were burnt down."

Your grip tightened on the beaker. Even if all this made no sense, you were sure and certain that it was because of this centaur that your family died. Undertaker closed his jar, left his office and approached you. He cupped your chin between his fingers, lifting your head.

"Alright, I'll do a little research, poppet. But there's a price to pay," Undertaker said.

"You… you want to laugh, right?"

"Not this time," he said, licking his lips. "This time I want something else."

You didn't have time to ask what he wanted until his lips landed on yours. In shock, you had no idea to react. Undertaker took advantage of your surprise to pass his tongue over your lips, which brought you out of your stupor. You tried to push the mortician away, parting your lips to catch your breath, but he took advantage of this moment to stick his tongue in your mouth, starting a wild dance with his twin. Your hands gripped Undertaker's robe as he grabbed your waist, pressing his body against yours. Undertaker broke the kiss, finally letting you breathe. Your cheeks were now flushed with embarrassment and excitement.

"This payment will be enough for now, love~" he said in a low, seductive voice. "Come back to me in three days, Poppet~ I'll have all the information you want to hear~ Give my regards to the Count~"

You nodded in response, your voice stuck in your throat. You felt like your legs were freezing her. You heard Undertaker laughing as you stumbled out of the store. You didn't understand why Undertaker did that.

You went to see him again three days later to get the information you wanted. When you arrived in front of the shop, you had had a lump in your stomach. What if he did it again? But you needed his information. You needed to know what had happened to your family. You walked into Undertaker's shop, your heart pounding. The undertaker was waiting for you, sitting on his desk, two beakers of tea in his hands. You felt your cheeks flush as you saw Undertaker smiling at you with the same enigmatic smile that graced his lips.

"Hi Poppet~ Come and get settled, I have a lot to tell you~"

You approached Undertaker who handed you a beaker. You thanked him with a nod as you took your place on one of the coffins.

"So…? Did you find anything?" you asked uncomfortably.

"Lots of things~ especially one thing that might hurt you," Undertaker said taking out a bone cookie.

"What is it?"

"You remember seeing a centaur that came out of your sister's room. What else do you remember?"

"I heard Lizzie talking in her sleep."

"Had she ever done that before?"

Now that he said it, Lizzie had never spoken in her sleep. She had never locked her bedroom door again, it made her feel like she was locked in a cage.

"The fire couldn't have killed her," Undertaker said before taking a sip of his tea. "His room was furthest from the fire. He didn't asphyxiate her. She could have got out otherwise, through the window for example. Like you did. Someone must have immobilized or killed your sister, locked her in, then started the fire downstairs to cover up his crime. This person wanted to kill you all. Neither you nor your cat set the fire, (Y/N). Centaurs n don't exist, unlike doctors."

"Doctor… im-im-impossible… it can't…"

Fear descends on you, like thousands of daggers that pierce you at the same time. Undertaker was right, centaurs never existed. His devil creatures never existed, unlike doctors, especially this particular doctor. Tears were streaming down your pale cheeks, your breathing became jerky, your fingers began to go numb. You were having a panic attack. Undertaker moved closer to you, he cupped your face in his hands, lifting your head to force you to look at him. You see them take a deep breath and exhale. You imitated him, gradually finding your normal breathing. The undertaker sat down next to you, putting his arm around your shoulders to pull you into a hug.

"You had nothing to do with it, Poppet. What happened last night wasn't your fault. You were just a child."

"I saw it…"

"Hmm?"

"I saw him, a half-hearted student. I remember him! That key! Lizzie's!" you say between your teeth taking deep breaths. "He used it against me to make me forget what he did to my sister. Lord, my poor Lizzie."

"Now that you have the answers you wanted, what are you going to do?"

You had made Bumby pay for what he had done to your sister, your family and her poor children whom he had broken up to sell as sex slaves. You got Lizzie's key. Finally, you had the answers you had been waiting for for so many years.

"So? What are you going to do now?"

Your gaze fell on Undertaker. After neutralizing Bumby, you went to the cemetery to announce the good news to your family. The undertaker had appeared out of nowhere, but you didn't care too much to pay attention to that detail.

"I don't know. I stayed alive to find out the truth. I promised myself to stay loyal to the Earl. But even though he didn't help me find my family's murderer, he did when even got him out of the hospital."

You were surprised when you felt Undertaker's hand pull your wig off. You clapped your hands on your head. After two years, your hair had grown back into a little boyish haircut, but you didn't like people seeing your real hair.

"Give them back to me!" you cried, trying to get your wig back.

Undertaker put his arm around your waist, hugging you. You were mortified, your body frozen with embarrassment. Was Undertaker having fun humiliating you? The mortician was watching you intently, his left eye visible. He ran his finger over your cheek, tucking a stray strand behind your ear.

"Why are you wearing that wig?" he asked running his fingers through your hair.

"It's…it's a gift from the Count. Give me back my wig, I need it…"

"Ah sorry Poppet~ I didn't mean to upset you," he said as he put your wig back on your head. "Let me fix it~"

Undertaker arranged your wig to make you look presentable. You glared at the man with long gray/silver hair who placed a chaste kiss on your lips.

"I didn't mean to hurt you, love. I'm sorry if I made you angry," Undertaker apologized, taking your hand in his and bringing it to his lips. "But I have a request for you. What I found deserves more than just a kiss~don't you think~"

Your cheeks turned red. You pushed Undertaker away, telling him you weren't a prostitute. This simple sentence made the undertaker who was rolling in the grass roar with laughter. You looked at him surprised as he regained his composure. He stood up saying you were hilarious. Definitely, this man was the strangest.

"I don't want a carnal relationship, my dear. No~ No~ what I want is for you to visit me on your days off~"

"Is that all you want?" you asked uncomfortably.

"Yes~ I am a man of my word~"

You accepted Undertaker's request. You visited him on your days off. Strangely, you were counting the days until your holidays. You enjoyed visiting Undertaker, despite the kissing incident. You caught yourself telling him about what happened to you in the psychiatric hospital, your old life with your family, your life at the mansion and other things. A few days before you embarked on the Campania with the young count, you had gone to Undertaker to tell him that you would be away for a while. Ciel had asked you to accompany him with Snake and Sebastian, of course. He also ordered you to keep quiet about why you were boarding the Campania. Apparently Karnstein Hospital had found a way to bring the dead back to life. It was ridiculous, but with everything you've been through, it wouldn't really surprise you.

"Hey~ the Earl is selfish to keep you all to himself for his three weeks," Undertaker commented as he hugged you and rested his chin on your head. "Wouldn't you like to stay with me for her three weeks?"

"And it is the young master who is selfish?" you replied with a sigh.

"Eheheh~ Sorry~Sorry~ It's okay if you leave. I'm going to be away for a while as well," he said letting go of you to go to his kitchen. "Make yourself at home, Poppet~"

You watched Undertaker disappear into the kitchen, presumably to make some tea. Your gaze rested on one coffin in particular. You didn't know why, but you had a morbid curiosity about this coffin. Why did no one come to claim this coffin? Why wasn't Undertaker going to put him in a mass grave? Who could possibly be in this coffin? You moved closer to the coffin, looking towards the kitchen, making sure the undertaker was still busy. You swallow, grabbing the edge of the lid, forcing it a little to lift it up a bit. You didn't have time to open the coffin enough to see who was inside when a pair of hands suddenly landed on the lid, closing the coffin with a crash. Your body tensed as you felt Undertaker lean against your back, his hair tickling your cheeks and his lips brushing your ear. Your heart was beating incredibly fast in your chest.

"I didn't know you were a curious little mouse, Poppet~"

"I'm… I'm sorry, Undertaker. That's…"

"There's something special about this coffin," he whispered in your ear, stroking the lid. "One thing I seek to fix."

"W-wait Undertaker!" you cried, managing to get out of his grip, placing your hands on his chest to push him back. "I'm sorry for going through your stuff. I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry."

You looked at the ground ashamed of your behavior. Normally, you would never have done such a thing. Your behavior made the Undertaker chuckle. The mortician took your chin between his fingers, forcing you to raise your head.

"You really are an interesting mortal, (Y/N)," Undertaker commented, bringing his face dangerously close to yours. "With such a beautiful soul~"

Undertaker dropped your chin, running his fingers down your throat, then down your chest. You felt your cheeks warm when the mortician squeezed your left breast in his hand. To your surprise, Undertaker tipped you over the coffin. He clapped his hands on either side of your head and placed his leg between yours. You were trapped.

"Such a sweet soul~" he said placing his head on your chest. "So full of life~ Aaah~ I would so love to kidnap her. Keep her to myself for eternity. Maybe this is the only way to save you, you wouldn't mind me kidnapping you to keep you just for me?"

You didn't know what to answer. You'd be lying if you said that proposal wasn't tempting. To be with Undertaker for eternity? Your irrational side was screaming for you to accept this proposal, but your rational side was screaming at you to run away as far as possible. You were shaking. You didn't know if it was fear or excitement. All this was strange, terrifying and exciting. Undertaker sighed loudly as he tightened his grip before letting go of you to straighten up. For the first time since you had met the undertaker, you saw his eyes. Mesmerizing green/yellow eyes and a long scar lined his face.

"Excuse me, Poppet. I didn't mean to scare you," Underaker apologized, placing a quick kiss on your lips.

Undertaker stood up before helping you to your feet. He readjusted your dress and restyled your hair to make you look presentable. All of this was terribly embarrassing.

"Hm…you…you said you were going to be away too," you say, hoping to break through that unease.

"Right," Undertaker replied, brushing his hair back over his eyes. "I have some business to attend to outside of London."

"I… I see. I have to go. The young count must be waiting for me," you say, pointing your finger at the door. "So…"

Undertaker smiled seeing you so uncomfortable. The undertaker was leaning towards you, kissing your temple.

"We'll see you soon, Poppet~ Pass my regards to the Count."

After this strange visit, you left the shop in perplexity. Undertaker was a strange man, but what just happened was even more strange than usual. You returned to the cart to return to the Phantomhive mansion and prepare for the cruise. Even if it was for an investigation to reassure her majesty, it will be the first time that you will travel aboard a luxury freighter for three long weeks.

Seeing the liner on D-Day made you nervous. It was the first time that Sebastian and the Count allowed you to come on one of their missions, you weren't going to be able to enjoy this sumptuous trip. Elizabeth had wept with joy when she saw that Ciel had "surprised" her. At least you had an excuse. It took another three days to wait for the Aurora company meeting. You had disguised yourself to go unnoticed and avoid a scandal. You had traded your wig (Y/H/C) for long red hair, a fake pair of glasses was placed on your nose and you had traded skilled servants for a crimson red dress. Ciel had put on a blonde wig and traded in his eye patch for bandages. And Sebastian had just put on a wig. The butler quickly explained what you were going to have to do to make it look like you were part of Aurora society. Ciel was mortified and you uncomfortable at the thought of striking such a pose. The young count took a glass of water at an exorbitant price. The smoking room was filled with well-to-do people waiting impatiently for the meeting to begin.

"Are you firts timers?" asked a man who had just noticed your arrival.

"The… the complete flame in our chests…," Ciel began uncomfortably.

"Shall not be extinguished by anyone," the man continued.

"We are…The Phoenix!"

Striking the Phoenix pose was terribly embarrassing. You and Ciel were red as peonies, but at least the man was satisfied. He welcomed you to the company and gave you three Phoenix badges. Giggles came to your ears. You and the young Earl were surprised to see Undertake, laughing.

"Saying "The Phoenix!" with such a serious face hahaha!" Undertaker exclaimed.

"You bastard!" exclaimed Ciel mortifying.

"Now, now young master," Sebastian said.

"Undertaker? What are you doing here?" you asked, trying to forget your embarrassment.

"My job, Poppet. The hospital is a regular customer of mine," Undertaker explained, regaining his composure.

"We're investigating the illegal human experimentation going on here though. Do you know anything about the revival of the dead?" Ciel asked, glaring at his informant.

"Just a sec, if you want information then I want my compensation," Undertaker stopped chuckling. "Let's see~ How about you do that pose once more?"

"Who the hell will…?!!!

"The Phoenix!!!"

Ciel and Sebastian's attention was drawn to none other than the Viscount of Druitt. Undertaker took advantage of his moment of inattention to grab your hand and lead you with him, through the crowd, away from Ciel and Sebastian.

"U-Undertaker? What are you doing?"

"Hush, it's starting," Undertaker said, pointing to men carrying a coffin to the makeshift stage.

A young man, probably in his late twenties, came onto the stage. No doubt a doctor saw the white coat he was wearing.

"Who is that man?" you asked looking at the puzzled Undertaker.

"The Founder: Ryan Stoker. An idiot."

"Hey?"

"Nothing, Poppet," the undertaker replied, hugging you, resting his chin on your head.

"The complete flame in our chest shall not be extinguished by anyone," Ryan said before striking the Phoenix pose. "We are the Phoenix!!! Ladies and gentlemen! Thank you for coming to today's research presentation of the Aurora society's "complete salvation of making through medicine". What is complete salvation you say? That is… COMPLETE HEALTH!!! A healthy body! Healthy teeth! A healthy spirit housed within a healthy body! And finally, a healthy mood! HEALTHINESS IS TRULY SPLENDID!!!"

"W-what?" you asked lost. "What he is talking about?"

"Shhh~ The best part is coming~"

"However, there's the worst kind of health issue that we can't overcome no matter how hard we try," Rya continued, placing her hand on the coffin. "What is that, you say? Death! And the great power that will save us from this disaster is THE AURORA SOCIETY'S MEDICINE!!!! We will now show you ladies and gentlemen. The fruits of our "complete salvation of manking through medicine "research."

Two men removed the lid of the coffin where a young girl was. A shiver ran up your spine as you leaned against Undertaker's chest. You felt bad.

"Are you all right, Poppet?" Undertaker asked running his fingernail through your hair.

"That girl reminds me of Lizzie," you say looking away from the scene. "I…I don't want to watch this. Besides, it's cruel to make someone believe that you can bring a dead person back to life."

"Ummm~ Do you mean?"

"Yes! How can they mourn properly?"

"Who knows~ But watch carefully what's next Poppet~"

Even though you didn't feel like it, you brought your attention back to the scene. Ryan's men placed electrodes on the deceased's chest and temples. Ryan sent powerful electric shocks into the body before stopping the machine and ordering the deceased to get up, like the Phoenix. To your surprise, and that of the crowd, the body began to move. The resurrected young girl stood up, under the tearful eyes of her parents and the admiration of the crowd. You remained speechless in front of this scene. How could that be possible? No one could defeat death, not even my medicine. You had a very bad feeling. The crowd began to applaud Ryan for this complete salute. But something was strange in the behavior of the young girl, she was perhaps "awakened", but she did not seem more alive than before. The mother hugged her daughter, crying with joy and thanking the doctor, but to everyone's surprise, the girl opened her mouth as wide as she could to bite her mother's shoulder. Blood spurted from the wound, the mother's cry of pain echoed in the quiet room. There was silence for a few seconds before people started screaming and fleeing the scene. You didn't have time to do anything that Undertaker dragged you behind the machine that had just "resuscitated" the young woman.

"What do you-"

"Hush!"

Undertaker had just clapped his hand over your mouth. You looked at the undertaker surprised by his behavior. His attention was focused on the undead advancing towards Sebastian and Ciel. You saw the butler throw knives at the monster's vital points, but it had no effect. How could that thing still move after Sebastian's knives had touched its heart?

"We've seen enough. Let's get out of here Poppet."

"W-wait! Undertaker!"

Undertaker took you with him out of the room, taking you away from Ciel and Sebastian. You were trying to pull your wrist out of the undertaker's grip, but he was determined to take you with him. You tried to talk to him, but Undertaker pretended not to hear you. You understood that you had no choice but to follow the undertaker through the corridors of the liner until you arrived in a room where you were pushed unceremoniously. You turned to the undertaker, but he quickly locked the door, trapping you in the room. You rushed to the door, trying in vain to open it.

"Undertaker! What's wrong with you?!" you asked, banging on the door. "Let me out!"

"Sorry Poppet. You better stay in there. I don't want you to get hurt. It's the last thing I want," Undertaker replied, his voice muffled by the door. "You don't fear anything here. Stay quietly there until I return. I won't be long."

You heard Undertaker's footsteps walking away from the room. He really just locked you in that room? What was happening? First this girl coming back to life and devouring people, then Undertaker decides to lock you up without giving you a plausible explanation. What were you supposed to do? You couldn't stay locked in this room, but what could you do? You had to calm down and think of a way out of this room. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard people screaming in terror and running through the hallways. What was happening? There was another strange noise reaching your ears. Rattles. What was happening? You had to get out of here. Your gaze swept the room when you saw an air vent. It was big enough for you to fit in. You pushed the desk to reach your only exit. You manage, with some difficulty, to open the gate and slip into the ducts. Screams of terror, pain and gasps echoed through the vents. You stopped in front of a gate to see what was making people hysterical. The living were chased by other undead. Was that why Undertaker locked you in his room? Did he know what was going to happen? A violent jolt shook the liner. The tremor lasted a good minute until everything became "calm" again. Did he hit something? You crawled back through the vents, looking for a hallway quiet enough to get out of there. You found a deserted corridor, there was not the slightest living and the slightest death. You opened the grille and pulled out the air ducts. This place was way too quiet. You took out your revolver before setting off. You had to find the Count and Sebastian. And quick. You were running through the long dark corridors. The corridors were all alike, this liner was a real labyrinth, it reminded you of the hospital.

"The hospital…," you muttered before shaking your head. "No, (Y/N)! Stay focused!"

You quickly set off through this maze. The liner was leaning dangerously, it was only a matter of a minute before it sank forever in the ocean. You'll run through the long corridors, passing several doors to arrive in a reception room. The huge room was empty, all the furniture had been knocked over and the majority of the doors were blocked, the corpses of half-eating people littered the floor in a pool of blood. How could things have gotten so bad? The huge room was empty, all the furniture had been knocked over and most of the doors were blocked, half-eaten corpses were strewn on the floor in a pool of blood. It reminded you of that night, it looked like it. Deaths, blood, screams, tears. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard a door open. You got into a fighting stance when you saw a group of men alive, along with Undertaker, Sebastian, and Ciel. A sigh of relief escaped your lips when you saw that they weren't injured, but your attention quickly fell on the strange machine that Undertaker and three other men were carrying. The undertaker put the machine down, under the watchful eyes of Viscount and Ciel, before approaching you.

"You should have stayed in the bedroom, Poppet," Undertaker commented as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"You know what's going on on that liner, don't you?" you asked, sternly eyeing the undertaker.

"Ah~ that~ that's another story, Poppet~"

"Ah! Bastard!! Why did you take the device?!!!"

Ryan had just walked into the room with two other people you had never seen. You thought he was talking to the Viscount, but when he spoke, the doctor's eyes fell on him. It was not the Viscount he was addressing. You looked at Undertaker who chuckled as he tightened his grip on your waist. The Viscount fantasized about a new era, which he would name "The Aurora Empire". Either the man or woman was activating his chainsaw, saying he/she was going to paint it red, but Druitt was leaning his wine glass dangerously over the machine. The blonde laughed, saying he could beat everyone here with just a glass of wine.

"I'm going to kill him," you say, glaring Druitt sternly.

"Eheheh~ Not yet, Poppet~"

To your surprise, and that of the others, hundreds of undead broke the windows, clumped together and forming a traffic jam, a few managed to enter. There were far too many of his creatures to fight. Ciel asked the Viscount to activate the machine, but the Viscount announced that his title no longer suited him and that he would activate the machine only if the little Count called him Caesar. What was the problem with this guy who compared himself to Emperor Nero? The man/woman with long red hair ordered Druitt to activate the machine, losing what little patience he/she had. Druitt smiled ordering everyone in the room to do the phoenix dance to prove their loyalty. The three men and the man/woman looked at Druitt with the same idea in mind, to kill him.

"Oh no," Undertaker chuckled, rubbing your cheek against your hair. "Are you sure you don't want to know how that device works? You must too, Poppet."

Ciel glared at Undertaker who chuckled as he imagined this most hilarious scene.

"What are you doing? Come on!" Druitt exclaimed.

"The… the complete flame in our chests," Ciel and Sebastian began.

"Shall not be extinguished by anyone," Grell and Ronald continued.

"The nex embodiment of. We are…," Druitt continued.

"The Phoenix!!!"

The word Phoenix echoed around the room as the group struck a Phoenix pose. Druitt congratulated the group, announcing that he would show them how the army of the dead would bow down to him. Druitt turned on the machine, the light bulbs lit up, sparks appeared, then nothing, the machine went out on its own in front of everyone's eyes. Undertaker's laugh echoed around the room, you saw the undertaker roll on the floor and hold his ribs. Why the machine was not working? Wasn't the Viscount who built this thing?

"Bastard! So you fooled me?!" yelled Ryan annoyed.

You looked at Ryan surprised. It wasn't Druitt he was yelling at, it was…

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard the sound of the chainsaw motor. You saw Grell leap from the balcony, slicing the undead in half, before rushing at Druitt. You didn't have time to react when Undertaker moved in front of the Viscount, blocking Grell's chainsaw with a sotobari.

"Un-Undertaker?" you asked surprised.

"Hehe… it's been a while since I've laughed so much to lose such an amusing man would be like losing the whole world to me…," Undertaker commented quietly as he removed his top hat. "Don't you agree? Shinigami?"

"The deathscythe's blade can't cut it?!" exclaimed Grell surprised.

Undertaker pushed Grell away, opening his jacket to reveal the sotobaris hiding beneath. Undertaker smiled as he sent sotobari at Grell, who shielded himself with his chainsaw, but one of the sotobari grazed the Shinigami's temple. Grave markers shattered the huge glass. Your legs had turned to jelly, you collapsed on the stairs, staring at Undertaker in shock. What was he doing? What was happening?

"Ahh…how sad…," Undertaker commented, brushing hair from his face, revealing his green/yellow eyes and the scar across his face. "How sad it would be should laughter disappear."

Ciel was as surprised as you to find Undertaker's true face. You shielded your face as the shards of glass crashed to the floor. You didn't want to watch this show. You didn't want to be there. You were praying this was all a nightmare and you were going to wake up. You felt like your head was underwater, it was way too much information to take in all at once. You vaguely heard Sebastian say that he had never noticed the undertaker's true nature and that he had concealed his eyes very well, while Ronald and Grell understood that Undertaker was a Shinigami. Undertaker sneered, saying it hadn't been called that for half a century.

shinigami? What was this thing? What was happening? Why did things get so bad? You lay curled up on the floor, digging your nails into your skull. Your heart was beating insanely fast in your chest, your fingers were numb, your breathing was erratic, you were having a panic attack. What were you supposed to do? To run away? Combat? Do nothing? You vaguely heard Ryan yell at Undertaker, but you felt like your head was under water. The young doctor didn't understand why the Shinigami had lied to him? The whole thing about going to America to spread complete salvation was a lie. All Undertaker replied was that he thought this would all be fun, since Ryan was trying, seriously, to bring the dead back to life and he was the perfect person to achieve his goal. The terrible truth fell on Ryan, he had been manipulated from the start. The young man fell to his knees, horrified by this truth.

"So in the other words, you're the mastermind behind the Aurora society's human ressurection experiments, Undertaker!" Ciel exclaimed, eyeing the undertaker.

"That's a secret," Undertaker replied before sighing with a shrug. "is what I'd like to say, but by doing that Phoenix pose, you've paid me for an awful amount of information. So I'll tell you. Hehe~ It's true that I was the one who made these moving corpses ."

"Why?!"

"Ah yes… at first, it was probably just my curiosity toward humans," Undertaker began, tapping the tip of his sotobari on the ground.

Humans were a body of flesh and a soul. If brought together, they could exist among the living and continue to record their memories in the cinematic lantern. And when the body of flesh withers and a Shinigami comes to collect the soul, the film stops and the living becomes dead. The Shinigami then takes the soul from the body from a list and thus ends the kaleidoscope. Day after day, quietly, indifferently, Undertaker lived this Shinigami life for a long time when one day he said to himself: what if the ending had a continuation? What would happen to the body if a sequel was added to its memories that ended when the soul is removed?

"Shinigami only hunt souls after all. The body and the brain that holds the memories are left in this world," Undertaker continued.

"Hehe~ Well then how about you take a look at their records with your own abilities?" Undertaker asked, pointing to one of the undead.

Grell activated her chainsaw to cut off the heads of two walking corpses, revealing their cinematic lantern. At first, everything was normal, then after the lantern ended, the two Shinigami and the demon were surprised to see that Undertaker had added a film of him doing anything. Which had the gift of making Grell hysterical. You ignored everything they were saying, covering your ears with your hands so as not to hear anything anymore. You had to calm down, to come to your senses. You could see Undertaker, the two other Shinigami and Sebastian fighting among themselves. But no sound reached your ears, you could just hear the beating of your heart which was deafening, your breathing was erratic, your heart was beating at a crazy speed and you had the impression that your legs were made of lead. You were having a panic attack. Your attention was quickly diverted from the fight to be brought back to Ciel. The teenager was talking to you, but his voice couldn't reach you. You were just watching his lips move when your attention was drawn to one of the walking corpses rushing at Ciel. You were brought out of your panic attack, grabbing the young Count by the collar of his jacket to throw him over the banister.

Ciel looked at you surprised when he saw you grab him by the collar of his shirt to lift him off the ground and throw him over the banister. During his fall, he saw the corpse throw itself at you, pinning you to the ground and sinking its teeth into your throat before its body hit the ground heavily, cutting off its breath.

The cry of pain that escaped from your mouth, feeling the corpse sink its teeth deep into your flesh and tear it out, resonated in the room. A metallic taste invaded your mouth, you had trouble breathing. You could only see the walking corpse chewing noisily on the piece of your own flesh.

You saw the man/woman with long red hair land next to you and pull out a notebook.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N), born in 1864, aged twenty-five, dies of a hemorrhage. Nothing special," Grell said with a chuckle.

Dead…?

You were dying?

So this is how you were going to die?

"Poor thing," Grell chuckled. "A life of misery with an equally miserable end. Be glad to be free of this miserable existence."

As you heard this person speak to you, you saw your vision begin to darken, the noise stopped reaching your ears and then it was black and complete silence.

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How does grell like to give and receive affection?

Grell Sutcliff x Fem!Reader

Since you didn't specifically say what gender you wanted the reader to be, I made it a fem reader. If that's not what you wanted, please forgive me. Sorry for the grammar mistakes. I hope you like it

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Headcanons: How she likes to receive and give affection

Giving affection:

- Grell would spend time going shopping with you. Both you and Grell would go shopping for clothes and makeup, which could last for hours, and she would give her compliments on everything you try on.

“Darling, that dress would go together with these heels better. If grim rippers could die, I think I would do so again by just looking at you.”

- Grell would love to talk about gossip while painting nails with you. 

“Apparently, Bassy's type is women who have large baps! I mean, that's so typical of men to look for in a woman, but REALLY? I mean, do men not look into anything else other than that- Oh hun your nail is chipped. What did I tell you about being careful with your nails?”

- When she would come home from working for hours, she would run up to you and cling to you as if she hadn't seen you in years. She would also spend hours cuddling with you.

“It feels dreadfully boring when I'm not with you. Especially when I have to look at people's boring records, it's always the same boring things with them, waking up, going to work, then going home, sleeping, and repeating. It doesn't help that Williams is extremely strict, always being rude to me as well.”

- Grell would give you kisses almost every time she sees you. In private or public, it doesn't matter to her. Bonus points to her if she makes you flustered in public.

“Would you mind doing that in private?” - Williams

- Grell would give you pet names

“My Rose” “Hun” “Darling” “Dear”

Receiving affection:

-You saw Grell eyeing a pair of heels through the glass of a famous shoe company. So the next day, while she was at work, you decided to buy the shoes and wrap the box into a gift.

“My Rose, I'm home! Oh? What's this, Darling?”

You chuckle, “It's for you, Love. Why don't you open it?”

“Oh you shouldn’t have dear, why just coming home- Oh my! These are the heels I wanted! How romantic of you, dear! You know how to capture a lady’s heart!” (She would probably then launch herself towards you and give you kisses all over your face.)

- While Grell loves giving physical affection to you, she also loves to receive it back. One day, she would be on a walk with you and talking about gossip or maybe about someone's record when all of a sudden she felt your lips on her cheek.

“And I said-” She stops walking dead on her track and looks at you,

“Oh, Darling, would you do that again, please, I love how your lips felt on my cheek! Why not a kiss on the lips this time!”

- While Grell loves being bought gifts, she also loves it when you give her a handmade gift. 

She was going to grab her death scythe. She saw a small key chain hanging on the handle. She looked closely, and it was a small rose. 

“Oh, my heart can’t take it, my Love. Receiving gifts from your heart can kill a woman in an instant. When I look at this key chain, I will always think of my Rose.”

-Grell cherishes and enjoys your compliments towards her. Whether it's her perfume, clothing, makeup, hairstyle, etc. She puts in a lot of effort when it comes to her looks, so when she hears you compliment her, she feels as if someone finally appreciates her efforts (she would crave more from you). 

“My goodness darling, if you keep complimenting me, I think my knees would melt from your sweet words. But continue, tell me what else you like about me today.”

In the end, she loves you to death♡

~Lilly's

[bezierballad]

The people who misgender Grell and call her a "he" are women who both simped for her and thought she was a man for years, and just still refuse to admit their homo/bisexuality.

[blue-sterling0357]

hi. may i request headcanons of ciel, sebastian and grell reacting to the fem reader being an umbra witch (like bayonetta)?

(this request was kind of hard, but I really enjoyed writing it!!! Apologies for any mistakes in the request, I'm not familiar with Umbra witches)

Ciel, Sebastian, Grell X Umbra witch! S/O

Ciel PhantomHive

❈ Ciel learned about you being a witch when he started dating you, now he was sure you'd help and he was right, you'd help Sebastian and the other servants around!

❈ Ciel knew you were magical, but just not how magical and strong you were. You and him would have like shooting practice, Sebastian mostly had you both do that, you were surprisingly very experienced with guns, okay that a was an understatement you were astronomical...

❈ Until he found out you were a Umbra witch which kill angels, demons as well....Sebastian was definitely worried if you were here to break his contract, but you told him you weren't and he was normal again, he is quite interested at what you do as a Umbra Witch.

❈ Ciel once saw your shadow when he was sleeping and instead of your own, the shadow was of a very huge and horrendous demon, he asked you about it but you dismissed saying, it was nothing and that the late night shines could have something to do that and Ciel believed that until he learnt about your abilities.

❈ Ciel and Sebastian take you on most of their cases, like during the Jack the Ripper, you fought with Grell very easily using your four guns, two in your hands and other two on your heels that you fire using your telekinetic powers. And Grell got enamoured with you, she enjoyed annoying you and Sebastian...

❈ And when you were fighting with Angela, you let out a huge demoness from your hair, for the first time not only Ciel but Sebastian was frightened a bit and Sebastian in his true demon form and you with your infernal demoness paired up together to kill Angela.

❈ After the fight, Ciel and Sebastian learned about you as a Umbra Witch. You were now more comfortable to dress up to your style more around them, which showed your rank in your clan. Sebastian also learned how you use your hair to create your clothing using magic and how you carry four guns at all time..He is proud of you, a bit...

❈ Ciel learned how Umbra Witches gain power, you told him and Sebastian how you make a pact with a Infernal demoness to sponsor you and allow you to improve you. And you showed him an example by sparring with Sebastian summoning the demoness's fists and feet for attacking the butler. And this is how Ciel learned how your shadow is portrayed by a demon's silhouette.

❈ Ciel started reading books about Umbra witches and learnt about them from you as well, he learned how Umbra witches were witches who are powerful practitioners of a form of magic known as Dark Arts, revolving around the usage of Spirit Energy, an evocation of beings from Inferno, and optionally forming contracted with specific Contracted Demons to perform special techniques.

❈ Ciel also learnt how other than your sponsor demon, you summon more demons from Inferno by using different mediums like using your hair or chanting a spell...Sebastian is kinda jealous at how strong you are and always wants to fight you now...

❈ Ciel notices how you always go missing sometimes and later on learnt how Umbra Witches travel from the normal world to the Purgatorio dimension, which allows them to travel without being by normal humans in the human world and how you can fight beings that are usually invisible to humans, but visible to creatures such as angels. And this is the only reason why Sebastian knows where you even when you aren't anywhere in the manor...

❈ You would help servants around as well, once Mey-rin and you were washing dishes while you were talking with Ciel and she accidently dropped one of the most expensive and prettiest china tea-cup, and you grabbed it with your super fast reflexes, it was around 4 feet above the ground that's how fast you were...Now Ciel did scold Mey-rin a bit, but he is always curious about these perks of yours...

Sebastian Michaelis

❈ Sebastian knew about you being a strong witch from the beginning, he felt an extremely strong aura from you and he could feel demons stronger than him around you, which made him worry if someone was having an eye on his lover...

❈ Sebastian had often see you in formal, body-fitting outfits and always thought you looked pretty and amazing in them, though he was curious as to why you were in such formal clothing, until you told him it's to show your rank in your clan, the he understood and would often keep your outfits clean and fresh..

❈ He asked you about it and you explained how you were an Umbra witch, he remember meeting one of them and learning about them, he knew you kill angels and some demons as well, but he didn't know how and so he was curious about everything you do..

❈ Sebastian had always noticed your shadow not being you but of a huge demon and he figured it's because of your power which had something to do with demons, cause he always felt demons around you even when there weren't any... or he always thought it was his real form behind you but he noticed it looked different than his demon form.

❈ During the luxury liner Campania, while Elizabeth was fighting with the undead, you were fighting with Undertaker and Rian Stoker, Sebastian was keeping an eye on you because demon things and he saw you letting out a HUGE ASS DEMONESS from your hair which literal killed all the people in one sec and since grim reapers probably can't harm them, another plus point of being a umbra witch!!!

❈ You would often tell him how you all needed a infernal demoness to sponsor you and how you could summon their feet and fists to attack something, protect something and basically control them and he got really excited and so you both spend the next three to five hours sparing and him being defeated with stars in his eyes..

❈ If he is allowed to touch one of the four guns, he is going to use it and decorate it according to your aesthetic of your outfit, subtly, of-course, which shows your rank in the clan, you weren't nervous to dress like you wanted around him, he also has gun practices with you and Ciel at times for entertainment..

❈ He learnt about you being able to travel from normal world to Purgatorio world without being detected by humans and so he would also ask if you if you okay with it to also to teleport him with you as well, cause he's clingy like that.. :>

❈ Sebastian is a demon who is naturally a dark creature cap which commit sins all the time, and so it was natural that he chose someone as you to be his significant other, an Umbra witch who are practitioner of dark arts, involving around spirits energy, demons and being able to perform special techniques due to being sponsored by a demoness...

❈ Your super fast reflexes also help you find what tricks sebastian has up his sleeve at times, maybe the tricks he's about to play, maybe the pranks, maybe a hit, or maybe a kiss, depends in all honesty...

❈ Overall you both are a generally dark, cute and demonic couple who'd people are tad bit creeped out and scared off...

Grell Sutcliffe

❈ You met her during the Jack the Ripper case and she was more than happy when Ciel asked you and Sebastian to teach him to be a good butler, she is more than obsessed with you than him tho, curiosity probably!

❈ When she saw you, she did feel the aura of a demon, but not those types like Sebastian, but different, more feminine, maybe more smokey, she doesn't know how to describe it and neither do I! So, she was a bit vary around in the beginning of you both dating, then she became normal afterwards when you explained the different demons....

❈ She noticed your shadow too, she's not that dumb, she is always confused as to why there is a demon in your shadow when you're a human, unless you're a demon? But no, you explained to her that it's because as a umbra witch, that you have a infernal demoness sponsor you, and that's the reason your shadow is a demon instead of a human!

❈ During the book of atlantic, she saw you fight the undead as you let out a demon form your hair and summoned the infernal demoness's fists and feet to attack them in less time as the ship was sinking, she definitely found it very hot! And of-course she clinged to you after the fight..

❈ She wants to learn everything even though her work stops her from spending her whole day with you and learning about your life as a umbra witch no worries she'll learn about you in any way she deems fit!

❈ Oh and she's either in love with your outfit or finds it a bit intimidating, she'll try to match with you as you explain how your outfits show your rank in the clan and she nods as she learns more and she glams up your outfits just a BIT so that your outfits look better but at the same time, your outfit stays the same shows your rank in your clan!!

❈ You know how she has that chin saw, if you give her one of your four guns, she will give her chainsaw but please be careful with it as it is basically her baby, and it is very important to her...

❈ She is very much in love with the witch aesthetic and so it may seem fitting that she is dating you, an umbra witch, a practitioner of dark arts, spirits energy, demons and other things, she also started reading about Umbra witch, which is a tad bit hard considering there isn't much literature talking about your guys presence in the past, she does learnt that you can kill angels and on occasion demons, so there's that!

❈ she wouldn't be able to find you often and when she asked Ciel, he said he never saw you around, unless she talked with Bassy about it! Then she learnt that you can travel from human world to Purgatorio world without being detected by humans and so due to her curiosity, she would ask you to take her with you!!

❈ So there's that, a grim reaper with an Umbra witch, both desperately in love with each other and being simps for each other's aesthetic... <3

[ar3-y0u-l0st]

》 🄱🄻🄰🄲🄺 🄱🅄🅃🄻🄴🅁

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Fandom: Black Butler

Release Date: 02/10/2008

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CIEL PHANTOMHIVE

SEBASTIAN MICHAELIS

GRELL SUTCLIFF

WILLIAM T. SPEARS

EDWARD MIDFORD

TANAKA

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

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

[eeveelover23]

Crimson Devotion

Summary:

In the world of soul reaping and dramatic flair, you are Grell Sutcliffe’s fiercely loyal girlfriend — a fellow reaper who won’t tolerate creeps, insults, or anyone who dares disrespect the love of your undead life. Whether you're warding off over-friendly coworkers, shutting down transphobes with a smile, or joining Grell in her theatrical Sebastian-chasing antics, you’re always right by her side — protective, playful, and a little bit unhinged.

After a long day of causing chaos and kissing up on demon butlers, you and Grell return to the privacy of her room — where all that tension turns to passion, praise, and pleasure. You both give as good as you get, and neither of you hold back.

⚠️Trigger/Content Warning⚠️

Transphobia (called out and shut down)

Mild violence (implied threats, intimidation toward disrespectful coworkers)

Sensual/sexual content (consensual, steamy but not graphic)

Power dynamics (playful, equal, mutually respectful)

Excessive hair flipping

Uncontrollable purring when Sebastian walks by

Dangerous levels of flirting in the workplace

Grell’s heels clicking ominously like a boss battle

Reader being a hot girlfriend with a 'do not touch unless you're ready to die' energy

Reaper bureaucracy (the real horror)

You leaned back in your chair at the Reaper Dispatch, watching as Grell practically floated across the office floor in her signature red heels, her long crimson hair swishing behind her. She was radiant as ever, gossiping dramatically with William, who — as always — remained unbothered by her theatrics.

But your attention shifted the moment you saw him — Jenkins, one of the new male reapers. He was eyeing Grell again. The same way he'd done yesterday. Too long. Too curious. Too disrespectful.

You stood up.

“Oi, Jenkins,” you said, walking over casually, but your voice was ice-edged. “Enjoying the view, are we?”

He blinked. “I was just looking—”

“Mmhm,” you cut him off, a smile curling your lips as you stepped between him and Grell. “Why don’t you keep your eyes on your own work before you lose them entirely?”

He shuffled away with an awkward mutter, and you turned just in time to see Grell twirling a pen between her fingers, her grin matching yours.

“Oh my dear,” she purred, sashaying toward you, “how very protective. I do love when you get like that.”

“Someone’s gotta keep the creeps in check,” you replied, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Besides, you’re mine. They don’t get to look at you like that.”

She giggled dramatically, planting a kiss on your cheek. “You always make me feel so adored.”

You pulled her closer. “Because you are.”

Of course, not everyone in the Dispatch was as loving. A week ago, a group of lower-level reapers had made a cruel comment as you and Grell walked past. You still remembered the way her smile had faltered, just for a second.

So you’d turned around.

And let’s just say... they don’t whisper anymore.

Since then, Grell’s been even more shamelessly herself around you, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

---

One foggy London evening, you found yourself walking with her on an errand near the Phantomhive estate.

“I just know Sebastian is lurking nearby,” Grell whispered, eyes gleaming like rubies. “My darling demon butler... so cold, so cruel, so—”

“Hot?” you offered, deadpan.

Grell clutched her heart. “Exactly!”

You both snuck into the shadows as Sebastian emerged into view, poised and perfect as ever.

“Oh, Bassy!” Grell sang out, blowing a kiss.

He didn’t break stride. “Miss Sutcliffe. And company,” he said with a small nod toward you.

You grinned. “Miss Sutcliffe’s very devoted company.”

“I brought my partner this time!” Grell cooed. “She encourages my passions!”

Sebastian sighed. “How delightful.”

You smirked. “We were thinking a throuple, maybe?”

Grell cackled, clinging to your arm as Sebastian disappeared into the night with a subtle speed-up to his walk.

“You’re evil,” she laughed. “I’m romantic,” you said. “Also, you looked like you needed backup.”

“Oh, my love,” she said, snuggling into you. “With you at my side? Let the world stare.”

---

Later that evening, you and Grell had made your way back to her quarters at the Dispatch. The moment the door clicked shut behind you, she turned on her heel, her crimson coat fanning dramatically.

“You know,” she murmured, stepping toward you with a wicked gleam in her eyes, “seeing you defend me like that today...”

Your back hit the door as she pressed her body close. Her hands, gloved in black lace, slid up your sides, curling possessively around your waist.

“Made me want to reward you.”

Your breath hitched, just a little. Grell had a way of switching from theatrical to devastatingly seductive in the blink of an eye. “Oh?” you teased, tilting your head. “And how would you do that, my lady?”

She leaned in, her lips brushing your ear. “I could start by taking off this uniform you insist on keeping so neatly buttoned,” she purred. “Unless you'd rather do the honors.”

Your hands moved on instinct, sliding into her crimson locks to pull her in for a kiss. It was greedy and deep, all tongue and teeth, her body melting into yours like she was made for it. You guided her backward, lips never parting, until the backs of her knees hit the bed.

“Sit,” you whispered against her mouth.

She did, biting her lip as you stood between her legs, fingers tracing the edge of her collar.

“You really have no idea how gorgeous you are, do you?”

Grell tilted her chin up, eyes half-lidded. “Oh, I do. But hearing it from you? Mmm. That’s my favorite.”

Your lips ghosted down her jaw, her neck, nipping lightly at the sensitive spot beneath her ear. Her breath hitched again, this time from sheer pleasure. Her hands slid under your coat, tugging you closer.

“You’re dangerous,” she whispered, voice heavy with lust. You smirked. “So are you.”

And you spent the rest of the night proving it to each other—in tangled sheets, whispered praise, and the kind of pleasure that left marks only you were allowed to see.

[deathbxnny]

To say i had gasp when i saw Black Butler on your anime list was an understatement. This idea has been circulating on my mind for a while now, so can i request Undertaker, Grelle, and William T. Spears with a reader like Acrobatic Silky from Dandadan?

(For anyone reading this, please watch episode seven of the anime to not get spoiled)

Context:

(I’ll be writing this with the idea in mind of a female reader but you can make the reader gn by having them be afab)

Reader was a trained ballerina before she quits bc she got pregnant. She did everything for her daugther, even if it meant selling her body. But on the day of her daugther’s birthday, her pimps beats her up and took her daugther due to the reader taking some of the money that was supposed to be given to her pimps for her daugther. In the end, she got to a high place and danced herself to the edge to end herself in despair. Little did she know, she is now a reaper..

What if the said characters ive chosen were the ones to reap reader’s daugther’s soul and the said characters see the daugther’s memories of the reader and what happened on that fateful day, how would they react to what had happened to their lover?

Also also how would they react to the reader’s graceful fighthing style from her past experience as a ballerina?

I hope you’re doing well bxnny!

- Flower Anon 🌸

Bloody ballerina shoes. | William, Undertaker, Grell x Fem!Reader

Me actually posting something for once? Shocking, I know... also, I tried my best with the description you gave me, Flower Anon, so I hope you'll enjoy this!<3

Content: Heavy angst, mentions of past pregnancy, murder, death, hurt/comfort, vague and non-descriptive mentions of prostitution?, established romantic relationships

Reader is asked to be afab, but no pronouns are mentioned!

((Not proofread))

Song I listened to whilst writing:

》WILLIAM T. SPEARS

He never asked you about why you decided to perish that fateful day, and neither did you ever ask him. It was an unspoken rule between all death reapers, one that he naturally followed perfectly like always. But the curiosity at times nagged at him anyway, when he witnessed you in battle, so graceful and elegant on your feet, just like the ballerinas he had seen in passing whilst on the job.

William never overstepped further than that, however, knowing not to cross the border between trust and the past... that was until he met her. That girl, who looked so eerily similar to you. He was intelligent enough to quickly realise that this was more of a coincidence, as he watched her memories pour out of her frail body and envelope him in the familiarity of your kind image.

But the sight of you was haunting, painful even. Nothing like he knew you now. Your past was a shamefully tragic one, your best efforts to give your daughter a good life being for naught as you simply died an ironically stunning death.

When he returns to you, he sees says nothing about what he saw. But you knew that he knew from his warmer gaze, an understanding warmth in them that made you smile and shake your head. It was alright now. The past is past... only the future with him remains now.

》GRELL SUTCLIFF

When Grell is obsessed with someone, then she tends to want to know everything about them. And when they say everything, then it truly does mean everything.

So it comes to no one's surprise when she's very visibly curious over how you passed, although in a surprisingly more composed manner than usual. Even she knows her limits at times after all. If you are completely unwilling to speak about it, then she won't push you much further than that.

Yet her curiosity still remains as she tries to piece together the puzzle on her own in secret. Your beautiful movements on the battlefield remind her of a ballerina, something that leaves her as breathless as she remains clueless... but what did it all mean?

Nearly driven mad with this question, but unwilling to push you on it, her answer came in the form of your own dying daughter. As she draws those terrible memories out of her, your image strikes her in sudden surprise but also indescribable anger. Oh, how she'd hunt those monsters down to avenge you if she could! She's seething, she's angry, she's... saddened when your daughter takes her last breath.

Grell clinges onto you when she returns, crying into your shoulder pitifully as you comfort her with a sigh. You knew she must've found out somehow, yet she'll never talk about what she witnessed directly to you. She just hopes that her presence in your life will be enough for you to heal over time with her.

》THE UNDERTAKER

He somewhat already had an inkling about your past, although he never asks you directly about it. Your pasts are mostly mysteries to each other, and he finds that exciting... until it's not. There are moments in which he watches you with attentive green eyes, calmly contemplating what had led you to this very lovely moment you were spending together now.

You were elegant in your step, gentle in your movements, a certain flow to you that left people breathless in your presence, metaphorically and literally at times. He often wondered what cruel fate you had been subjected to before he met you, as some details about your past will forever be a mystery to him. Or so he thought.

He immideatly knew she was your daughter. You looked the same, he'd note with a spark of wonder in his eyes, as her memories rushed past him like a warm breeze on a summer evening. You looked so beautiful despite everything, the kindness in your soul reminding him of how lucky he was. And it saddened him that you'd never get to see your daughter again.

But the secrets of your past remained hidden, and he pretended like he didn't know a thing. It was peaceful that way, he figured, as he watched you beaming under the sun on a fine day out with him.

[theyanderespecialist]

Grell's Trans Man (Headcanons/Scenario) Yandere Grell X Trans Man Reader (Black Butler)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with another chapter! This one is with Grell (Who is a trans woman in canon!) and she is yandere for you her trans man! Headcanons and Scenario! Let's do this! But first Disclaimer! 

(Disclaimer: Grell In Canon is a trans woman! Black Butler takes place in the past before surgery for bottom surgery was a thing! So Even though Grell and Reader do not have bodies that would match up with their true gender, they are still trans. Trans women are Women and Trans Men Are Men! Trans Rights Are Human Rights!

Disclaimer: Grell is not yandere in canon, but once again she IS A trans woman in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!)  

Please enjoy this chapter here, all of my sexy muffins!] 

-Yandere Headcanons With Yandere Grell X Trans Man (AFAB/FTM) Reader From Back Butler- 

.Grell is a man-loving woman and she is a bit boy-crazy. 

.You were socially transitioned, so you used a specially made and modified corset to bind your chest. 

.You also cut your hair to a shorter look and wear male clothing. 

.She falls obsessed with you, more than anyone else. 

.She was shocked that she realized you were like her but the opposite. 

.That you were born female or were a man. 

.She feels like you understand her in a way that no other person has. 

.She feels safe with you and she adores you. 

.She expresses how sexy you are and how she finds you to be so manly. 

.She is always making you feel like the man you are and always is comforting you when you need it. 

.Like when you are going through your period. 

.She is supportive of you and lets you hold onto her when the cramps are so strong. 

.She also lets you be the man in the relationship and loves when you are the gentleman opening the door for her. 

.And calling her, your lady~ 

.She adores you and is very protective of you and can become very jealous. 

.She hated when women would throw themselves at you, what harlots they were thinking that they had a chance with you. 

.She would have sex with you in many ways. With mainly you doing the bottoming from the top. Your guy's sex life is very unique in that you take control and be the one on top. But her cock would be inside your pussy. Still, you are the one to take control even though it is different parts for you guys. 

.She would not let you become pregnant, helping you make sure that you guys do not have sex when you are in your fertile time. 

.Also sometimes if she can find a way for you to have something to fuck her with. She would love you fully topping her~ 

.If people misgender you, she would not like it once, she would even kill humans with her death scythe, even though she is not supposed to. 

.No one insults her man. 

.She hopes that one day she could marry you and make you her husband, she imagines in a perfect world you would be her husband and she your wife. 

.So that is why her being your bride is one of her biggest dreams. 

.She would deal with rivals by scaring them off and killing them is she has to. 

.She would be the type of yandere that loves to shower you with affection and to make you feel so good. 

.She will help you feel like the man and for you to ravage her~ 

.She adores kissing you, like kissing you is even better than sex as it is so very intimate! 

.She can be a bit of a clingy yandere as well, she would not want to let you go and would love to snuggle in your big strong arms~ 

.She would confess to you with a well-written love letter where she expresses her love for you and shows you just how much she loves and adores you. 

.If you accept her love she is over the moon and cannot help but spin around and squeal with how happy she is. 

.If you did not accept her love she would be heartbroken and have her heart beak. 

.But she is not going to give up, she is the type of yandere that no matter how turned down she is not going to give up. 

.She will continue to love and adore you and show you were love to her final days! 

(Grell) (Her Super Touchy, Clingy, Obsessive Love~) 

(No One's POV) 

She loved you, loved you more than anyone else. She fell for you the moment she met you. She did not even know that you were born female. It did not matter to her, you were still the most stunning, handsome man to her. You are HER Stunning, handsome man! 

"(Name)!" She cries out when she sees you, she was on a job and was happy to see you, her stunning man. 

"Grell!" You cry out and smile at your girlfriend as she jumps down and pulls you into her arms. 

Her hands had even made a small grab at your ass~ She loved your tight ass~ 

"I am so glad to see you, you look even more handsome than usual~" She compliments you~  "Oh, thank you, and you look even more beautiful, my sweet lady~," You tell her and she blushes.  "Oh you are a sly sweet little devil~" She says. "So what are you doing out here?" She asks you. 

"Oh, my father wants me to meet ...someone." You say and look away, your father wanted you to meet a man, to have a suitor and a husband to stop all this silly gender nonsense, his words. 

"Oh, who is it?" She asks feeling a bit jealous as you seem to be keeping a little of info out from her. 

You sigh and look at her. "Grell, my father wants me to see Count Viktor. For a possible husband." You tell her making a face. 

Grell's face darkens. "Where is this man." She says. 

"Grell it does not matter who he is, I shall not accept his advances." You try to tell her but she grabs your chin. 

"You are my man, my future husband, and I will not let some man steal you from me. Now my sweet (Name). Tell me where he is." She orders you.  "Alright, he is down at the tea shop." You tell her and she nods your head kissing you deeply.  "I will deal with him, here go to the tailor and get a suit on me." She tells you, she was forgetting her mission and was going to make sure this man stayed away from you. 

You belonged to her, you were her future husband and she would not let any man, woman, or child have you. You are hers, and only hers. 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!] 

[undertakerslxt]

Can I request undertaker x female reaper reader where, even though nobody thinks it's possible for reapers to get pregnant, reader starts having morning sickness, but her and undertaker just think she's sick and find out she's pregnant?

What would doting husband undertaker be like? What would he do the first time he feels the baby kick?

I like to think that this would only happen if two reapers have a love that is beyond the rules of the universe.

AND AUNTIE GRELL WOULD BE A THING!!!

YESSS!! omg i absolutely love this.

title; family

warnings; pregnancy, overload of cuteness and adrian being the happiest father-to-be alive (or unalive, technically).

It started out small, the signs. You would start feeling nauseous, especially in the mornings. At first, it was only the feeling, but then it would turn into you bent over the toilet, throwing up. Your husband was worried the first time it happened, because reapers couldn't get sick. Or, they weren't supposed to, anyway. For one to be throwing up was a bad sign. (And he couldn't help but immediately think Thorns, even if that wasn't a typical Thorns symptom.)

But then it continued. For days. Some days, you would just curl up under the blanket and not want to be disturbed. Other days, you spent a good portion of your morning in the bathroom. On week two of this, your husband was starting to suspect you weren't actually sick at all.

But how could his suspicion be right? Reapers were dead humans, without the ability to conceive or create life.

Yet that pregnancy test on the bathroom sink said otherwise.

His wide eyes stared right back at you, then slowly drifted down to your stomach. Of course, he wouldn't see any bump yet, but there was new life in your womb. Life both of you had created.

And impossibly, his dream of being a father had come true.

You both weren't with Dispatch anymore, but you were still friends with Grelle. She had been your best friend before you left, so how could you not share this news? You also wanted answers, though. How were you pregnant?

"From all I know, it has something to do with the pureness of a reaper's love," she explained one day, sitting both of you down. "Apparently, if your love is true and pure, despite all this being a punishment, you can be rewarded with a child. Nothing is more pure than a child, so it's supposed to be a representation of your own connection. A symbol, if you will, of how strong your love is that you can overcome a fundamental reaper law and conceive."

You blinked. "So... Adrian and I's love is so strong we were able to conceive?"

"Pretty much." Her eyes lit up. "I will be the best aunt your child will ever have! I'll bring them lots of presents and show them the best ways to reap and-"

"Okay, slow down," you laughed. "One thing at a time, Grelle. First, Adrian and I need to process this."

"Well, alright, but once you're done processing, let me know. We're going to get you maternity clothes!"

Adrian was the absolute picture of a doting husband the second he had the confirmation. Not that he wasn't before, but now he was practically by your side every second. You were feeling a little suffocated, yes, but to be honest, his excitement was adorable. He had come home one day loaded with books. Not the ones of the medical variety, though. Baby names. All kinds of baby names.

You laughed as he set all of them down, spread out on the couch in your living room. You wore a silk robe, one he had gotten for you after you complained your other robe felt too itchy on your skin. Nothing but the best for the mother of my child, he'd insisted.

"Did you just go out and get all of those?" You teased, one hand resting on your swollen belly. You were five and a half months along by now, and you were getting to the point where Adrian had to do much of the work around the house by himself. "Oh my god, Adrian, how many books did you buy?"

"A book merchant owed me favors," he shrugged, a silly grin on his face. "I was quite convincing when I suggested he give all these to me."

Threatened, more like. You just smiled and shook your head, watching as Adrian sat down beside you. "I thought we wanted to wait on names until closer to my due date."

"Well, why not now? We can make a list and see what feels right then!" He leaned over to kiss you sweetly, one hand rubbing your bump. "I want to be completely prepared for our child, luv."

"In that case, I cannot argue." You sighed contentedly as you laid back down. "Damnit. I forgot my water again."

"I'll get it." He was immediately up to go get it. You heard him shuffling in the kitchen for a moment, before he went quiet. Then... "Luv, no offense, but perhaps I should take care of doing the dishes from now on."

With a frown, you struggled up and walked over to the kitchen. "What? Why?"

He chuckled as he glanced towards the sink, where... Oh. You had been making a snack earlier, and put the dirty plate in the sink and the celery in the fridge. But apparently, pregnancy brain had kicked in again, because the celery was in the dirty dish pile. You didn't need to look to know the dish was probably in the fridge. "Ah... Perhaps you might be right. In my defense, I got hungry!" You whined playfully. "You can't hold this against me."

"I will certainly tease you about it," he laughed, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Nonstop."

"Hey! I am carrying your child, so I'm sorry if I got things mixed up." You pouted, making him kiss your cheek.

"And you look absolutely beautiful while doing both," he reassured you. You couldn't stay mad while he was being all doting, so you sighed and gave in.

"You'd better think so." You poked his nose playfully before waddling back to your place on the couch. You winced, suddenly. "Adrian!"

He practically came running, worried something had happened by the tone of your voice. "What?!" You just grabbed his hand and placed it on your belly, shushing him. A moment passed, then... The baby kicked again, and his eyes widened.

"Was that...?"

"That was our baby, my love. They kicked!"

He knelt in front of you, keeping his hand there. "Hi, baby," he whispered, kissing your belly. "Can you hear me? It's your father."

"I don't know if they can hear you," you teased.

"If you can, I want you to know I love you so much already. Your mother and I cannot wait to meet you," he continued, smiling up at you. Nothing came again, and you saw how he looked quite disappointed, but you reassured him there would be more kicks.

Three and a half months passed by rather quickly, leading to the birth of your very healthy baby girl.

She was the most precious thing in the universe. You stared at your daughter in awe as she slept in your arms, face scrunched up. Adrian was right beside you, sniffling quietly. Your husband rarely ever cried, but you would be upset if the birth of his own daughter wasn't one of the times he did. "She's beautiful," you whispered.

"Absolutely perfect," he agreed softly. "Both of my girls are. I... I can't thank you enough for giving me a family, my love. I never thought..." His voice broke. "I'm a father. I'm really a father now..."

"And I know you'll be the best one ever."

You went to say more, but you were interrupted by Grelle coming into the room in a flurry of excitement. "Is that her?!" She gasped excitedly, leaning over you. "She's beautiful, darling! Lots of hair for a newborn!"

You rolled your eyes in amusement, but you were happy your daughter would have an aunt. And one sure to be as crazy and wonderful as Grelle.

You loved your family.

[catsforlife6864]

About Moi

Name: Ashley but yous can call me ash or just anything

Age: 18

I'm open to just talking if you dm me. If you do I'm absolutely horrible at talking to people so I'm sorry if I don't seem interested or just nervous/shy. Also I don't have notifications so it might take me a while to respond <33

Fandoms I'm willing to write for: overwatch, skz, stardew valley, black butler

Requests are open!

Things I'm not comfortable with writing: anything to do with kids it's slightly okay if it's fluff but still a bit iffy, any extreme kinks (eg scat, cnc, vomiting ect ect), anything to do with rape (I have my own traumas I need to deal with), making characters trans (I don't wanna write about an actual person or character who i know is biologically a female and giving her a dick. A strap on is fine. Just not a dick), religious issues (I'm not religious myself and have no experience with anything religious, I do know about cultures and religions just don't know much from experience), male reader (I'm a woman. I can write mlm just I don't know how to write male x female smut. Fluf yes. Just not smut), angst (I just can't write that stuff without it being a bit shit I might try in the future).

Things I'm comfortable with: comfort for majority of things (eg break up, sh ect), smut, some kinks, threesome, headcannons

Ships I'm fine with/types?:

Female reader x amab character (smut)

Male reader x amab character (smut)

Afab x amab character (smut)

Female reader x Amab character (smut)

Anyone x anyone (fluff)

Characters:

Red= all

Orange = nsfw

Green = fluff

Overwatch:

Hazard, mauga, ramattra, sigma, cassidy reaper, Sombra, venture, widow, Ana, baptiste, brigitte, illiari, lifeweaver, lucio, mercy, moira, zen

Stardew:

Haley, Sebastian, Sam, elliot

Straykids:

Bangchan, Lee know, changbin, Hyunjin, han, felix, seungmin, I.N

Black butler:

Sebastian, ciel, grell, undertaker, claude

[sleepingdeath-sapphic]

last updated on the 23rd of april, 2025 <3

listed below is the third part of my sfw headcanons masterlist containing everything that i have written across all of my accounts featuring a fem or otherwise non-male character and a fem or otherwise non-male reader insert. (note: although heavy preference is given towards cis/trans fem characters and inserts, neutral, non binary, and other non-male identifying characters and inserts are welcome to appear on this masterlist as well).

crossed out links are pending posts

* unless stated otherwise, younger characters are always assumed to be l adults for ease of writing for me *

listed below are sfw posts only

-> anime fandoms

hc. grelle sutcliffe and the other reapers with a heavily tattooed female s/o (black butler)

hc. mey-rin with a clumsy s/o (black butler)

<- fandom split ->

hc. being in a relationship with kiwako makina (deadman wonderland)

<- fandom split ->

hc. mitsuri kanroji, shinobu kocho, and the other adult hashiras’ love languages (demon slayer)

-> animated fandoms (incl. disney posts)

hc. marcy wu with a female s/o that’s genuinely interested in her hobbies (amphibia)

hc. marcy wu + segmented fluff alphabet [a] (amphibia)

<- fandom split ->

hc. cassandra kiramman + segmented fluff alphabet [k] (arcane)

<- fandom split ->

hc. brandy cattle helping her adopted trans daughter deal with dysphoria (bluey)

<- fandom split ->

hc. lady tremaine + segmented fluff alphabet [s] (disney villains)

hc. maleficent + segmented fluff alphabet [s] (disney villains)

hc. mother gothel + segmented fluff alphabet [s] (disney villains)

<- fandom split ->

hc. poly! ember lumen and wade ripple pining for the reader (elemental)

<- fandom split ->

hc. being in a relationship with lizzie hearts (ever after high)

<- fandom split ->

hc. charlie morningstar with a verosika mayday!s/o (hazbin hotel)

hc. lute as a yandere (hazbin hotel)

hc. lute being a platonic yandere for her younger sibling (hazbin hotel)

hc. sera being a platonic yandere for her younger sibling (hazbin hotel)

hc. vaggie + segmented fluff alphabet [m] (hazbin hotel)

<- fandom split ->

hc. doll + segmented fluff alphabet [m] (murder drones)

hc. being in a relationship with tessa elliot (murder drones)

hc. being in a relationship with v (murder drones)

<- fandom split ->

hc. being in a relationship with lapis lazuli (steven universe)

<- fandom split ->

hc. poly! eda clawthorne and raine whispers taking care of their sick s/o (the owl house)

hc. lilith clawthorne + segmented fluff alphabet [a] (the owl house)

hc. being in a relationship with viney (the owl house)

-> game fandoms

hc. nightly routine with julie langford (bioshock)

hc. julie langford + segmented fluff alphabet [d] (bioshock)

<- fandom split ->

hc. being in a relationship with minthara (baldur’s gate 3)

hc. minthara + segmented fluff alphabet [k] (baldur’s gate 3)

<- fandom split ->

hc. abyss monarch cookie + segmented fluff alphabet [e/j/u/x] (cookie run)

hc. abyss monarch cookie, ananas dragon cookie, longan dragon cookie, lotus dragon cookie and gim cookie reacting to their crush confessing to them (cookie run)

hc. agent jajang cookie as a yandere (cookie run)

hc. ananas dragon cookie + segmented fluff alphabet [j/n] (cookie run)

hc. astronaut cookie as a yandere (cookie run)

hc. black forest cookie and wedding cake cookie sharing a fem s/o (cookie run)

hc. poly! black lemonade cookie and shining glitter cookie with a short female s/o (cookie run)

hc. black lemonade cookie + segmented fluff alphabet [m] (cookie run)

hc. burning spice cookie, mystic flour cookie, and shadow milk cookie’s love languages (cookie run)

hc. being married to cherry blossom cookie (cookie run)

hc. assorted fluff with currant cream cookie (cookie run)

hc. golden cheese cookie + segmented fluff alphabet [b] (cookie run)

hc. golden cheese cookie as a yandere (cookie run)

hc. being in a relationship with longan dragon cookie (cookie run)

hc. longan dragon cookie + segmented fluff alphabet [x] (cookie run)

hc. lotus dragon cookie + segmented fluff alphabet [n] (cookie run)

hc. lychee dragon cookie + segmented fluff alphabet [b/n] (cookie run)

hc. lychee dragon cookie + segmented fluff alphabet [f/w] (cookie run)

hc. pitaya dragon cookie + segmented fluff alphabet [f/j] (cookie run)

hc. early mornings with shining glitter cookie (cookie run)

hc. white lily cookie as a yandere (cookie run)

<- fandom split ->

hc. sally smithson / the nurse + segmented fluff alphabet [f] (dead by daylight)

<- fandom split ->

hc. joyce leyton-messier + segmented fluff alphabet [k] (disco elysium)

<- fandom split ->

hc. what pet names bronya, himeko, kafka, march 7th, natasha, seele, and serval would call their s/o (honkai: star rail)

<- fandom split ->

hc. jaehee kang’s love languages (feat. the rest of the cast) (mystic messenger)

<- fandom split ->

hc. claudia wolf reacting to her crush confessing to her (silent hill)

hc. claudia wolf + segmented fluff alphabet [k] (silent hill)

-> online media fandoms

hc. julie joyful as a yandere (welcome home)

hc. yandere julie joyful and yandere sally starlet as rivals (welcome home)

[stardustincarnate]

PARTNERS IN CRIME // Grell Sutcliff x Reader

FEMALE READER.

SUMMARY : You had been suffering in the hands of the thing known to be your husband. You had enough. You wanted him dead. And so you began to devise a plan to kill him; when suddenly, you stumbled upon a flirtatious redhead, who, unbeknown to you, was willing to be your partner in crime.

WORD COUNT : 5957 words.

GENRES : angst. very slight fluff if you squint. smut.

WARNINGS : domestic abuse. physical and mental torture. 19th century misogyny. implications of rape. cheating. reader is implied to have serious mental health issues and is on the brink of insanity.

watch out for typographical/grammatical errors.

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"You duffer! What do you think you're doing back there?!"

My livid husband -- as much as I didn't want to call that fiend that title, for the sake of continuing my family's legacy, I did, for three unbearable years -- lashed his whip at me, at the same time screaming with such shrillness that all dignity was lost. A new set of wounds overlapped my barely healing ones. I bit back a sob. Being used to being deliberately abused didn't mean that it wouldn't hurt anymore, or that I'd eventually grow numb to it. At the time I had two choices: to answer his rhetorical question or not, but both always led to the same outcome.

Another whip of the lash, which welted my cheeks and smeared blood around the area. The tears which formed on my eyes fueled that manic bloodlust on his abominable face. He laughed and said, "Don't come crying now! Weren't you the one who was so complacent earlier? Disrespecting your husband in public. Have some shame, you harlot! You don't get to talk back to me. I am the man here. You're just a woman who can't even follow the simplest rule."

The following whips were ceaseless and more jarred than the last. The butlers and the maids... they could only watch with empty eyes. No remorse, no guilt about being not able to do anything for the one who had kept them so they could sustain their families. 

Those ungrateful rats...

By the end of the night, the sleek, white floor had been tainted with my blood. Its iron smell filled the room, and the fiend had told the servants to clean up the filth. Then, he took me back to the bedroom.

"Surely, you're not dumb enough to think that I'd actually sleep with trash like you tonight. Go and fix yourself. You earned this. And if you let any wounds be left uncovered for the meeting tomorrow, you know what I'm gonna do."

Gritting my teeth, I seized the bedsheet with quivering hands, looking at the door which the fiend had just closed. I couldn't hear his footsteps nor the wind that howled forlornly that night. In fact, the only thing I could hear was my raging heartbeat and the voice in my head which vividly spoke to me. The voice which overwrote any other thoughts and told me what I needed to do.

I had to kill that bastard.

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Several days later.

My plan was fixed. All that was left to do was to put it in action at the right moment. I still had to wait for it to come, and it left me furious, filled with even sicker thoughts, that I could not set it in motion immediately as I had wanted -- needed.

I found myself at a jewelry shop at the time. Perhaps some of the beauts could offer just the tiniest amount of relaxation for me. I stooped and stared at the jade in the selection, when suddenly I sensed an encroachment, a figure looming behind me. Fearing that it might be the bastard, I immediately turned around. But it was only a stranger -- a stranger who possessed possibly the most vibrant shade of red hair and a peculiar pair of chartreuse irides. She seemed too pompous to be in a place like this. I wondered if she had taken interest in the jade I was staring at. I moved to the side, but she began speaking to the confused purveyor.

"Those amethysts suit the lady very well, don't they?"

It took me a while to figure out that she was indeed referring to me. She reeked of no harm, but I did not understand why she was acting so familiar with me, so I put my guard on nonetheless.

"L-Lady Everleigh, would you like to take a look at these amethysts?"

The stranger suddenly smiled at me. I looked at the purveyor and nodded. As he took it out for me to see, the redhead walked closer to me.

"Lady Everleigh, is it?"

I instinctively hissed, a subtle one so she would not notice. How much I loathed being called by that surname.

"I don't think I've ever seen you around here."

She chuckled, almost coyly. "Oh dear, I have been around here for quite a while now."

"Really? Because I'd remember that pompous red hair anywhere. What's your name?"

"I'm Grell Sutcliff, the one and only." The flirtatious nature surrounding her only expanded. "Now now dear, I certainly won't let you go without knowing your full name, so, pray tell."

"I am Lady [Y/N] Everleigh of the House of Everleigh. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Ms. Sutcliff."

The merchant who had just come back looked like he was about to apologize profusely on behalf of Grell's ignorance. Yet I decided to not mind it nonetheless. Strangers are sometimes better than people you know, because the latter often judge harsher than the former.

"So, why did you think that these amethysts suit me, Grell?" I stared at the purple gems glinting before me, then stared at her. I could not help but be mesmerized by the peculiar color of her eyes. They were fascinating. I didn't think that I had seen such pair of vivid eyes like hers. She was also observing me, but I had observed longer. She looked pleased at my astonishment, well-aware of her own beauty and charisma. I averted my eyes back to the gems.

She was, undoubtedly, pulchritudinous.

"Why they suit you? Well, no other reasons than them being so pretty! I would've liked them to myself if it weren't for the fact that purple isn't my usual color. It clashes horribly with my hair color!"

True enough, they were beautiful. Beautiful enough to like, beautiful enough to loath. They were pretty, but they did not suit me, for amethysts were supposed to symbolize one's chastening and purity. It would be horrible, wouldn't it? For such a lovely gem's worth be brought down only because someone so tainted already and filled with nothing but murderous thoughts, someone who couldn't be fixed with purification, had worn it.

I forced a smile. "I'll take it. The lady said it suits me, so it does." The merchant looked delighted, and as I was giving my payment, I accidentally glanced at the ruby placed at the bottom, then at Grell. An idea struck me.

"Grell. Would you like to have dinner with me later? You need only to tell me of your address. I'll send a carriage by 7. How does that sound?"

"Oh let's see -- hmm, Will probably won't mind if I... delay my duties for a bit, won't he? Besides, I deserve a break after all the hard work I've put in this job!" She mumbled on, noisily, the fact that she was in a public place slipping from her mind. Her mind had begun to wander aimlessly at the thoughts of how a certain colleague of hers bothered her to the brim.

I coughed, gaining her attention. Through the pristine glass window behind her I could see the sun starting to drown in the horizon, layers and layers of warm hues overlapping each other, with a promise of a darker sky looming on the back.

"How I would love to go out with you, Madam. However, I shall be the one to escort you to our place of dining. Well, you see, whether I like it or not, I live in such poor conditions -- and I can't bear the thought of Madam's reaction once she finds out how terrible it looks from the lips of her assistants!"

I suppressed a smirk. We all have secrets we don't want anyone to dredge, so I understood the reason behind her lying about her living conditions. It was not my part to be curious, at any rate.

"I understand, yet I'm afraid that cannot be. My... husband is such a baby, you see. He absolutely loathes it whenever friends of mine come for a visit. Rather petty, innit?" I furtively winked at the merchant who was too obvious on listening intently to my conversation with Grell. "How about we meet here by 7pm? We could take a walk to our dining place. It won't be that long. I wouldn't want to tire you out, would I?"

"Oh, but the weariness would be worth it for you." She smirked, and I found myself smiling. She added, "Anyway, I'm fine with it. Do be careful, darling. I shall see you around later."

"Looking forward to it."

With that, we both left the jewelry shop and parted ways.

An unbidden smile found its way to my lips as I recalled our encounter. Amidst all the problems besetting my life, I had made a sudden acquaintance, and found something to look forward to, as if I had been stuck wandering in the woods wherein daytime ceased to exist, and finally I had caught glimpse of flames. A bonfire. The premonition of freedom awaited me... There, in the flames.

I stared at the setting sun in awe and contemplation. The illusion at the sky was that of a dancing flame, vivid red.

Grell. Such charisma. A very charming lady, indeed.

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The remaining hours passed speedily. I had gone out to our meeting spot solely and without consent (as if  I needed an utter dingus to tell me what to do), as the abomination had not yet arrived. The butlers and maids did not bother to ask where I was headed, though I saw how their eyes wandered apprehensively on me. If the abomination would have to arrive before I did, he would ask them, yet they had not a clue where I went, which put my heart at ease.

The familiar figure that I was strangely but utterly delighted to see was leaning against the wall, shadows casting over her face. As I walked closer I began to see that flirtatious, smiling countenance once more, and I automatically smiled.

"Shall we, my lady?"

"We shall."

And so we began walking side by side.

"You don't seem to have a lot on your plate these days, now do you, Madam? I was actually surprised that you managed to ask me out on a date."

I coughed. "Pardon?"

"Well of course I meant a friendly date. Just two beautiful ladies hanging out with each other."

"I don't have much to do, you see. One might think that living inside a huge mansion is a privilege -- in which case, it is, as seen from a more incisive perspective -- however, it has been quite... monotonous, these past few... weeks? Months. I have lost track of time. Seeing the same old people, their same old habits and emotions, or lack thereof..."

When I looked down, I saw that our arms had been linked together.

"I reckon you must have been so lonely, Lady Everleigh."

I sighed as I peered into the distance, looking at the signs. "I am. It's rather difficult to maintain a reputation amidst all the turmoils happening in one's life," I paused, then smiled. "Pardon me. I ramble too much."

"Ramble as much as you'd like. After all, it's merely the two of us here. Well, excluding passers-by, of course." She smiled, almost wistfully, as our eyes met, her features illuminated by the pale moonlight. I stopped my tracks, flabbergasted by her beauty. I swallowed the uninvited lump in my throat and then looked around, suddenly interested in the most mundane things around. We continued walking.

What was this? What's up with her, or with me? Why did I feel like opening up to a complete stranger? Why was it that I had the urge to release and lay everything upon her?

Somehow... It was almost like a bone-deep feeling, that she was someone to be trusted.

"But of course, I can ramble for you instead if you don't want to. Nobles do like to be conservative and mysterious after all, don't they?"

"Please, not all. And certainly not when it comes to you," I chuckled, "I would go on and ramble, only if you don't mind the mudslingings about my -- "

"Your husband, I reckon?"

"Yes, that thing."

"Ooh, my, my. Let me guess, you had enough of him, don't you? You want to find someone new -- someone who will give you all the thrills and excitement that he's lacking!"

"Yes, and no. After all the experiences I had with him? I dare not think of engaging in another relationship with anyone, as they could only be far worse than him."

"Oh dearie, you might eat your own words someday."

"And what makes you say that?"

"I have a very strong feeling about it."

"That's not very reliable now, is it?"

"So you're saying my feelings are invalid, huh!" She said in a frivolous manner.

"Now now don't be so belligerent, Grell. I never said anything." I chuckled. "But it must be nice, you know, to have someone who reciprocates your actions for a spouse. Perhaps in another life. This life? I don't suppose." Quietness enveloped us, before I continued. "I do not think it's appropriate, especially for someone of my status, to tell a stranger a secret, but I know for certain at least everyone in this miserable world had shared their secrets to people worse than strangers -- for instance, backstabbers. But, going back, you already know my secret -- but I'm once again saying it for emphasis: I am not happy with my marriage. It is horrible."

The atmosphere began to feel oppressive. Even talking about him was enough to smother me. I felt my heart beat faster. I regretted it, talking about him. It felt as if he was around me again -- lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce on me, afflict my psychological being and feist on it. I was about to separate my arm from hers, but she suddenly said, "My, he must've been so bad in bed for you to be able to say that."

I stared at her blankly as she gave me an inconspicuous, knowing look, pushing me against the nearest brick wall. Then I burst into a fit of giggles, my chest genuinely feeling lighter.

"You are rather bold, aren't you? I wasn't pertaining to the explicit part of a relationship. But, I suppose, you aren't wrong in that regard."

"Absolute incompetence!" There were feigned puking noises, and then, "You know, my dear, if you're looking for an exuberant time, I have a suggestion."

"Exuberant time?" I raised a brow eloquently. She grinned like a chesire cat.

"I know how you feel. Your husband is awful in every aspect. You live a lonely life, I daresay."

Unlinking our arms, she backed me into the nearest brick wall. My breathing hitched, but it wasn't another panic attack about to occur. Blood seared throughout me, painting my cheeks, neck, and ears red, the feeling only intensifying as she slammed her left arm against the wall, right beside my head.

"You know, Lady Everleigh, someone so beautiful like you isn't suited for the life of marital loneliness." I tried valiantly to control my breathing as she leaned her face closer to mine. Her hot breath against my neck sent shivers down my spine. I could feel her eyes piercing through my collarbone, and the feeling was oddly... thrilling. She lifted her head up so that our eyes were meeting. The atmospheric tension grew thick with something akin to sinister longing. I was afraid that I would melt right on the spot with her radical gaze.

Suddenly, she whispered, and I dreaded even more, my legs daring to tremble.

"I can fix that." She was smirking now. "What do you say?"

It was clearly a tempting offer. Though I had a vague feeling of wrongness coating me. But was it wrong? Was it any more wrong than the sick thoughts in my head? I had always envisioned killing my abusive husband in many, many creative ways. Was envisioning myself having fun with this redhair any wrong?

I smirked back. But in the end, I had to shake my head.

"No." She pulled herself back, disappointment on her face. But not until I added, "Though I might consider."

After a few more minutes of walking and idly discussing arbitrary topics, we arrived. Once inside, her explicit remarks were blocked out by the chatters of everyone else. I took us to a table and scanned the menu, then we patiently awaited our dishes to be served.

Grell was looking around, her eyes were full of idleness, yet also longing.

"It's been ages since I've eaten properly in a cafe with someone! Ah, terrible days I don't want to reminisce. Thank heavens the image of you in such cafes is enough to block out those unwanted memories," she mumbled, "Though I daresay the menus sound more promising this time."

"Ages? Work must be real tough for you. If only you could work for me, but it would be a drain for your mental well-being. And imagine having to see Mr. Everleigh everyday for a start. You might age rather quickly because of such." I grinned.

"As long as I get to see you, I don't really mind, -- " she winked " -- ugh, if only Will doesn't mind as well. Life can be so horrible, can't it?"

I assented, then a shadow fell over our table. Expecting our food, I looked up with the friendliest smile on my face, only for it to immediately dissolve into a frown once I saw the face of something I had loathed more than anything in the entire universe.

"[Y/N], my darling. Where have you been? I was worried sick! Why did you leave the house without permission? Who knows what could've happened to you! Ugh.. Never leave the house again, okay? I'm so glad I had Roger tail you when you left."

The dingus took my arm, an act of sincere worry to the public, but a torture for me. His nails were digging my skin. I had to suppress a moan because if I didn't, he would hit me -- but what difference would it make, again? Something worse awaited me that night, I felt it.

He looked at Grell. He seemed to be judging her from head to toe. A small sneer formed on his face. I was compelled to slap him but thought better.

"So sorry to interrupt your little bonding, but my wife and I have matters to attend to. Don't we, [Y/N] darling?"

Hearing the nickname physically pained me. I looked at Grell apologetically. She looked very pissed as she stared at the abomination beside me, who had by then elbowed my stomach.

"You're not even gonna let her finish her meal?"

"You don't have to worry about that. We have far better meals at home than this place could serve. The bills will be taken care of, and you could go eat on your own."

Now Grell looked like she was about to burst. I bit my lip as his nails dugged into my skin harder. He clearly didn't expect Grell to answer back. He was too used to people being submissive to him. Clearly, that was a shock.

"Good sir, you can see that your wife clearly doesn't want to go home! Don't ruin her fun."

That popped a nerve. Now, the abomination wasn't even trying to put up a front, losing inauthentic dignity.

"Listen, you mingler. This is a marital matter, so you better stay out of it. My wife, my rules. She doesn't have to listen to someone like you. Goodness, do you even know whom you're talking to? Come on now, [Y/N]."

He looked at me sharply. I knew what that look meant. I mentally prepared myself for the worse, but I couldn't help my body's intense quivering. The abomination took me by the arm, and we walked out of the cafe as if nothing happened, then I looked back and mouthed "I'm sorry." at Grell. The jolly, frivolous aura had completely left her by then, replaced by an unnatural gravity that looked undoubtedly intimidating to those who would accidentally place their gaze upon her. The insignificant other squeezed my arm and I supressed a yelp.

Hell had awaited me patiently that night in what people of lower status might see as a safe fortress. I would continue not to speak of the disturbing event which took place later that evening in the mansion, for it was too much to bear -- too much to even think about to this day. The only thing I could say was how much I had shamefully wept afterwards, holding the blood-stained clothes I had worn that evening.

The night air nibbled on my skin as streaks of moonlight found its way on the bedroom floor. Almost nude if not for the thin piece of fabric I enclosed myself in, and with limping legs, I traipsed onto the veranda and looked down miserably.

It was compelling to fall to an untimely death; but the latter would only benefit the bastard, and that was not what I wanted.

All those screaming... And yet not a single guard, maid, or butler had given effort to sneak into my room to console me, let alone give just a single glance of sympathy.

Those who had turned blind eyes were just as guilty and filthy as him.

And they would all pay.

I felt eyes on me, the fine hairs on my back standing up. I scanned the area below; there was none looking at me, even when I turned around.

I went to my bed and closed my eyes, trying to sleep. Somehow, I still felt like someone was watching me. But then, it wasn't just a feeling anymore -- I was certain that someone was there, watching me as I struggled to sleep. I could feel their shadow looming over me. My eyes were kept squeezed and shut, afraid that if I opened them, I would meet his sardonic grin, and then his fist hitting my face.

But then the person had caressed me -- had caressed the bruises, the brokenness beyond compare, and their soft touches had almost mended me. If not physicaally, at least mentally. And I knew that the bastard would never do that to me.

My right eye opened to a slit. A brown fabric -- then red hair billowed above it.

Pompous red hair.

I could've just been dreaming, but wished I didn't. I feared that I would never come to a definite answer as I had already fallen asleep. And when I awoke, alone, no evidences were there to support what I believed had happened.

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Two nights after.

That was when I decided to finally put my thoughts into actions. I knew that my husband's mistress would be coming in; I overheard the bastard talking to her the day before. Unfortunately, she would just be an innocent bystander who'd get dragged to the impending accident because of her choice of man. But what did they say? The more, the merrier.

I had dined in the restaurant where I usually spent my lonely evenings before, talking to some other haughty noble ladies. I disliked them fiercely, but they would give me the best alibi, given their lack of sense of time. I had enganged myself in mundane conversations with plenty of them before furtively exiting and going back to the place that was about to become literall hell, choosing an unusual route and making sure that no one else saw me as the usual Lady Everleigh.

I had spread a generous amount of gasoline all across inconspicuous places at the mansion, though particularly at the backyard, leading to the library just right next to the room where the bastard and his mistress would be staying. All that was left to do was to lit the match.

However, when I arrived, something I had never expected greeted me.

There, in the middle, tied up and naked, were the devil himself and his mistress, writhing in agony. They were the only ones conscious. Every guard, butler, and maid, were also tied up, sound asleep and unknowing to the misery that was about to befall them.

A figure emerged from shadows behind the throng of unconscious people, red hair billowing. The abomination widened his eyes and looked at me, having the guts to beg for my mercy.

"I saved the best part for you. They're all yours, partner."

Grell smirked, a flash of sharp, white teeth, feeling just as pleased as I was upon seeing the filths getting what they deserved.

"Oh, I hope you don't mind though. I just couldn't help myself! I had been overthinking -- what if some of those cheap minions escape the fire you had prepared for everyone? That would be a shame, really. Everyone is invited to have fun; why, this is exclusive! They should appreciate your effort, really. Though I admit, walking into imbeciles doing unorthodox things weren't pleasing! Not to mention the lack of passion. Also -- "

I suddenly cut her off by planting my lips against hers, firm and rough, releasing all the built up tension that had formed since the other night. I felt her respond to my kiss, pulling me by the waist closer to her body. She parted her lips for me to enter, my tongue  exploring every inch of her wetness. She began to whine as I dominated her mouth, my hands taking and gripping her wrists. Reluctantly, we pulled away for air, panting and gasping, and for a moment I had almost forgotten that I was supposed to kill tonight, if not for an irritating, stifled whimper.

"Sorry, unfinished business. We'll have to continue later..." I panted. Grell stood behind me, her hands on my shoulders. Then, she handed me a matchbox just as I was about to reach for the one in my pocket.

"Grell, I can't help but wonder... How?" I looked around in awe before facing her. I already had an answer in mind, but I wanted a confirmation.

"I've been watching you, darling. I knew that I couldn't leave you on the hands of a bastard. You're too beautiful for that, didn't I tell you? I was planning to kill them all for you, but I figured that you might want to do the latter yourself. This is the least I can do for you, my little amethyst."

"Oh, Grell... So it was really you. I wasn't imagining things, then."

A blush found its way on my cheeks, remembering the night she had cared for me. Then, just like on that night, she began to caress my cheek. Her thumb made its way to my mouth; I gaped slightly, and her thumb began rubbing circles on my lower lip. I stared at her charteuse eyes through my half-lidded ones.

"Go on, sweetie. Kill them. You can do that for me, hm?"

I nodded, half-dazed at her low whisper. I turned around reluctantly -- I was still relishing the feeling. But it would have to wait.

I couldn't help but smile as the thing I once had called my husband writhed uselessly in fear. He was sweating profusely, trying to say something through the duct tape that was stifling his mouth; meanwhile, his mistress wasn't even moving anymore, just staring vacuously at nothing in particular, already accepting her fate due to her own stupidity.

You got yourself in this mess, you courtesan.

"How does it feel now? Regretting everything you did to me? Has your conscience finally started working? Do you feel bad now? Do you feel bad now that you realize what you've done to me? That those actions of yours created a monster inside me? How do you feel now, you peasant, under me? Can you finally feel what I've felt, all throughout the years that we've been together? Oh, but don't worry! Consider yourself lucky because you're only going to experience the immense fear once; while I had to. Every. Single. Day."

Venom coated my words, and I felt my anger raising up. I had to control myself from running towards the kitchen to get the butcher's knife and start cutting him up like the pig he was. There were so many ways he could die in my hands -- death by asphyxiation, by arsenic poisoning, by thrusting a knife in his anus until he bleeds to death -- hah, the list was endless! Butchering him up came second next to fire. I chose the latter in the end because I felt it would give him more time to get bonkers due to the pain. It would be slow, and excruciating -- perfect.

I began laughing maniacally, my eyes twitching as the euphoric feeling enveloped my entirety. No more of that constant fear. I was finally ridding the earth of yet another monster. I was doing the world a favor by removing this unwanted dirt together with its worms. And I knew, deep in my bones, that this was only the beginning of a vast purge.

"See you in hell."

I said, lighting the match. His whimpers grew louder -- more panicked -- and the mistress seemed to have changed her mind, as she began to twist, her eyes filled with tears. I relished the scene before me. It was fun seeing people get what they truly deserve; though a little detail irked me, I couldn't lie. I wished Grell had left the workers conscious so they would know how it felt to have people watch as you suffer and turn a blind eye on it.

The match was now lit, its flames reflected on their eyes as I walked towards them. By then I was about to drop the match, but took a moment to appreciate the look of despair on their faces. I frowned, trying to mimic their expressions, but laughed, realizing that it was futile -- I couldn't even see their  full expressions! Their mouths were covered in duct tape! Though it would have to stay that way. Being unable to speak must suck, right?

I smiled as I finally dropped the match. Flames began engulfing their desperately struggling figures. The whimpers were much louder now; stifled screams of agony which only gave me serotonin. I watched them burn for a minute or two. They were beginning to get crazy! My eyes lit in anticipation. They were gonna die with their minds unhinged! It was so fun to watch!

At last, I turned my back as the flames grew bigger. Grell and I had walked a bit further from the inferno that I -- no, we -- created. The flames doubled up in size in no time, successfully encircling the mansion. I could see everyone's burnt, dead figures still being consumed by the tangible fury that they had placed upon me. I laughed. And laughed. And laughed. Served them right!

I turned to look at Grell, who was staring at me with adoration. I had been with the devil -- but now, an angel had saved me. Though, she didn't much radiate the aura of an angelic being. She was an enigma, and the aura of death surrounded her.

Death. It was more apt. Death had saved me.

"Now that that's been taken care of, shall we go back to where we left off?"

Before I could answer, she slammed my back against the nearest post, our lips and bodies meeting in a harsh collision. I closed my eyes as this time, it was her who dominated my mouth, her tongue encircling mine, pushing it back as sloppy, wet sounds emanated from the both of us. The tongue-fucking continued until I was once again half-dazed, intoxicated by her sweet taste.

Thank God, for I wasn't wearing a petticoat that evening. I had chosen to wear a relatively thin, green longsleeved dress which had puffy shoulders on it and ruffles in the front. Grell had easier access to my thighs, slipping her delicate fingers underneath my skirt and squeezing my inner thigh, sending shivers down my spine and causing me to let out an uninvited moan which she giggled at. I felt a bulge hit my heated core as she wrapped my right leg around her waist, and this time the moan that I emitted was louder, needier as she created a friction that had enslaved my mind between our sexes.

Grell whined, just as needy as I was. She had then begun marking my neck, unaware of the right spot at first, which was why she had made every bite fiercely, waiting for my reaction until finally, I let out a growl, throwing my head back in pure bliss, both from the way she rutted her sex against mine, and from how tall the flames were now; the mansion was completely engulfed by it, and for certain by then, someone had already noticed it.

"Oh.." I gasped when she wrapped my left leg around her waist, and now that both my legs were around her, she lifted me up and pushed my back further against the post. Grell took my gasp as an opportunity to enter my mouth once more. Sounds of lust mixed with the sound of burning as the new position gave us both a new wave of pleasure. Gnawing on my lower lip, her right hand trailed from my stomach up to my breast, which she began to squeeze. Not too hard, gentle, but not so. Like a creature in heat, I moaned against her lips and squeezed my eyes. It was beginning to grow too hot, the fire was nearing the distance we'd deemed safe before. She pulled away from the kiss, a sliver of saliva connecting our swollen lips.

"Grell... It's getting hot..."

She looked at me with ravenous, wide eyes, a lecherous look on them as she smiled coyly. "Mmh yeah? Take off your clothes for me, darling. I want to see you. All of you."

I panted. She was making it extremely difficult to focus. "G-Grell you misunderstood. It's getting hot... Literally. The flames."

A digit was suddenly put inside my mouth, and then another. It was her index and middle fingers, which she began to thrust inside. Drool slipped from mouth, down to my jawline, and to my neck. Grell licked it off, slowly, almost teasingly. Goosebumps were all over me, and all I could do was whimper with her fingers still thrusting inside my mouth. I glazed my tongue over them, and feeling the action, Grell stopped thrusting and instead focused on circling her digits around my tongue, her working counterclockwise and my tongue going clockwise. Unexpectedly, she pushed her digits further in my mouth, and in return, more drool came gushing out of it.

"Were you saying anything, darling?" She asked through half-lidded eyes, her voice like velvet. A knot formed in my stomach given how ravishing she looked at me at the moment, with the flames blurry behind her attractive figure. A different flame danced in her eyes, one which I had wanted to indulge in every passing moment.

"We're not even halfway through our exuberant time, right, partner?"

Sighing fondly, I gave into the exhilarating feeling vibrating all over my body, with no heed to the physical heat that conquered the darkness of the night, nearing towards us. We still had ample of time before it got too hot to the point of scorching us; in the mean time, we allowed ourselves to indulge in the luxury of succumbing into our desires.

The monster was gone for good. I was safe now; safe in her embrace.

And I would never let go.