#kuroshitsuji edward x reader

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Cousin mother reader

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

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

Cousin Mother Reader Meeting the Family | Yandere Black Butler

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

Francis Midford

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

She admires you in actuality 

which is why she avidly commits to speaking with you often

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

Deep down though she enjoys the seniority over you

She’s been a mother longer than you, yes

She’s been a woman in nobility, yes

So you should only rely on her 

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

Elizabeth Midford

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

Is so torn

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

But Ciel can’t be wrong

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

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

It was fine you look beautiful in every color

She loves you even when you were in a rage

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

So keep talking to her

Keep praising her

Only think of her!

Edward Midford

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

He’s enthralled by you+ mildly interested in you

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

Since you’re so eager to get away from Ciel

A wonderful trait he wishes Elizabeth shared 

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

Don’t recoil this is the only way

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

It should be him

And only him

[kuroshitsuji-scenarios]

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

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

Thats all! Thank you!

That's quite an interesting idea to elaborate on 🤔

Edward Midford vs Joker:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Still, you have the last word.

[sleepingdeath-light]

improper behaviour ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (23/02/22)

word count ; 1354

content ; loss of virginity, submissive reader

fandom ; black butler

pairing ; edward midford x female reader

read also on ; ao3

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Well I suppose you’re right,’

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

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

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

‘We shall.’

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

————

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

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

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

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

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

And Edward, ever the obedient spouse, complied.

————

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[blues824]

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

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

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

Edward Midford

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[edenityy]

Noblewoman

Things to Know

It is a Ciel Phantomhive x Fem! OC.

Edward Midford and Finnian are secondary ships.

It is a retelling of the manga and includes heavy spoilers! I wouldn't advise reading it if you haven't read the manga.

AO3 gets better author notes, meaning I probably won't write many here. If you'd like to see them head on over to AO3! I also suggest reading on AO3 because my typical formatting won't cooperate with me here and I think Tumblr makes it ugly + I don't know how to make things aesthetic. It won’t let me center text. I’m not dealing with it. Sorry if you don’t like that but I have genuine beef with this app.

I try to post once a week! This fic is not pre written. If there are weeks where I don't post, that means I am low on motivation and I kindly ask you to be patient! Please don't pester me for updates as it will only irritate me, it won't compel me to work. The days I post are randomized. I also find Tumblr beyond irritating and tedious so that may delay my updates on this platform.

My AO3 tags are: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Underage, Ciel Phantomhive/Original Female Character, Edward Midford/Original Female Character, Finnian (Kuroshitsuji)/Original Female Character, Aged-Up Characters, Arranged Marriage, Marriage of Convenience, Canon Compliant, Teenage Ciel Phantomhive, Kuroshitsuji Spoilers, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Eating Disorders, Canon-Typical Violence, Mild Gore, Eventual Smut, Pregnancy, Established Relationship, 19th Century, Misogyny, Period Typical Attitudes, Romance, Humor, Background Relationships, Engagement, Canon - Manga, Fluff, Angst, Friendship/ Love, Slow Burn

Please beware of these if there is something you do not like.

I often replace/take Elizabeth out of the story, but I do not demonize her. This may not be the fic for you if you like her a lot.

There are numerous of my original characters, approximately seven that are more prominent. You will find out more about them as you read.

Grell when being referred to by other characters will typically be referred to as a man. However, when I am describing actions, Grell is referred to as a woman.

Thank you for reading!

[rikusempai]

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Taking requests !

Any character welcomed!

Edward Midford

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[ Edward Midford x Fem!Reader] fluff!

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[herehavesomeheadcanons]

On the 4th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me… 4 Actual Children!

Edward Elric

🦾🦿Despite being busy with getting his and his brothers’ bodies back, Ed still made time to celebrate Christmas with Al. Yes, he knows how to celebrate Christmas, and he does enjoy it.

🦾🦿Decorating is pretty easy with his alchemy, but if you really want him to, he’ll put in the effort to decorate normally. Let’s be honest, Al is probably helping. Pre-Promised Day, Al being a 7-foot-tall suit of armor is great for reaching those high places that Ed can’t reach! Ling probably shows up, somehow.

🦾🦿Ed likes Christmas music, but he gets tired of it quickly. Some songs really get on his nerves, though. If he has to listen to one more god-forsaken round of ‘Santa Claus is Coming to Town’, SOMEBODY is going to lose their kneecaps!

🦾🦿I’m not certain if Christmas movies exist in Amestris, but we’re gonna say that they do because honestly who gives a fuck. Ed and Al both love Christmas movies, though Ed can be a bit critical of some of them. Yes, Ed will cuddle you (you could probably sit him in your lap, he’s so short-).

🦾🦿Elric snowball fights are always a riot! Ed tends to get way too competitive, and makes snow weapons of mass destruction with his alchemy. Mistletoe drives him up. The. wall. Trap him under the mistletoe, and he’ll turn every shade of red imaginable! Al is the one who put up all the mistletoe, because he thinks it’s cute.

Charles Grey

🤍💙Charlie. Loves. Christmas. The minute December hits, he’s counting down the days! If ever there was a man who embodied the Christmas Spirit, it’s Charlie!

🤍💙He usually just leaves the decorating up to the servants, but if you insist he’ll join in. Once he tries it out, he actually really enjoys helping decorate!

🤍💙Christmas music CONSTANTLY. If he weren’t so busy being The Queen’s private -hitman- secretary, he would go caroling. He loves to sing Christmas carols! His voice is pretty good; not opera worthy, but at least he can hit the notes properly. Please sing along with him, it would make his day!

🤍💙Christmas movies didn’t exist in the Victorian Era, so how about Christmas plays instead? Yes, Charlie loves them. He got the best seats in the house for the two of you! He does have to keep up a respectable appearance, but he will hold your hand.

🤍💙Charlie loves absolutely everything about Christmas, and he will drag you along to do every Christmas tradition imaginable! He’s got a mile-long checklist, probably. He’s going to trap you under the mistletoe at every opportunity. It’s inevitable. He’s not the best at gingerbread houses, but he’s certainly enthusiastic! He probably uses too much frosting, and his house collapses. It’s fine, he’ll just eat the candy off of it.

Edogawa Ranpo

👓🍬Ranpo enjoys presents and snacks, so of course he likes Christmas! Aside from Kenji, and maybe Atsushi, he’s the most excited for Christmas.

👓🍬Ranpo rarely helps out with the decorating. You may have to beg him. More than likely, you’ll be decorating the office alongside Dazai (who keeps trying to hang himself with the garland), Atsushi, Kunikida (who is SO OCD about the placement of the wreaths), Kenji, Kyoka, and Yosano.

👓🍬Ranpo doesn’t really care about Christmas music. If you want to play it, fine. He won’t stop you.

👓🍬Ranpo loves Christmas movies, but only because he gets to eat snacks and cuddle while watching them! He’ll stay up all night for a marathon if you want, but only if there’s sufficient snacks.

👓🍬Making gingerbread houses with Ranpo is going to end in disaster because he won’t stop eating the fucking candy! You could have sworn you got enough candy for a hundred gingerbread houses, but it’s all mysteriously vanished! He is not one for snowball fights, and would prefer to stay inside drinking hot chocolate.

Rin Okumura

💙🧁Rin and Yukio always celebrated their birthdays and Christmas together, and Rin loves the season! This little cutie is stupidly energetic about absolutely everything, and Christmas is no exception!

💙🧁Rin will take all day decorating with you. Yukio joins in, of course, but he isn’t as enthusiastic about it. It takes the three of you hours just to untangle the lights. Yukio is obsessive about making everything look nice, Rin just wants to put everything everywhere. Kuro gets tangled in the garlands.

💙🧁Christmas music? HELL YEAH! Rin will put Christmas music on while he cooks, and sing it as loud as he can. He also sings in the shower. If he has headphones on, there’s a 90% chance he’s listening to Christmas music loud enough to blow his eardrums out (it’s fine, he can regenerate them).

💙🧁Family movie night! Perhaps even with the whole class? If not, then just you, him, and Yukio (rip Yukio-). Rin loves childish movies, and Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer is his all-time favorite. Yukio has become tired of it from how many times Rin has insisted that they watch it. Cuddles are mandatory. Poor third-wheel Yukio tries his absolute best to ignore the two of you, but sometimes he snaps at you to not try anything. He’s the adult supervision here.

💙🧁Home-made gingerbread houses. And I mean actually home-made. You and Rin do everything from baking and cutting the gingerbread to designing the house itself. He’s probably going to overdo it and make a gingerbread castle! He comes up with increasingly silly plots to get you under the mistletoe. Just go along with it, please. He’s going to make a fool of himself. Snowball fights are an intense, whole-class ordeal. Bon and Rin get a little bit too competitive, and someone probably ends up in the infirmary. Mepphy is probably watching the whole ordeal and laughing about it.

[lazyalani]

ciel Phantomhive x reader where hiss/o is comforting after the (big reveal in the manga) and they tell him that it does t change how they feel and that they’ll always be here for him

| Ciel Phantomhive × [GN!Reader]

| You with me

| hurt/comfort, angst, our ciel needs a hug :( so much feels, setting is not specified, focused on the main plot of this request so dont mind any other detail, no specific place nor chapter in the manga, just generally after the reveal on the manor, reader is a midford, our ciels real name is astre here, agressive to comfort

| Summary: In which Ciel's greatest fears have come, but his partner is there, so he'll be fine.

| Kuroshitsuji Masterlist

| Main Masterlist

but when i wake up i see

Your footsteps echoed through the place, hurrying somewhere. Where? You didn't know. Afterall, you didn't know where Ciel-- no, the Earl, was.

Your mind was in a haze. So clouded, so dazed. So full of thoughts. So full of unanswered questions. Your chest was heavy. Your emotions were in a rampage, all agressively mixing and fighting with each other. Anger, because he had lied, sadness, because he had lied, mistrust, because they had lied, relief, because no one was hurt, and love, because even after everything, you still loved that lying piece of shit. But could that love be enough ti make up for all those lies?

You want to scream, shout, yell, and curse at him, at them. How dare they lie to you all of you.

When they had escaped, the confused and steady anger you felt during the reveal bursted out into flames. The nerve to lie and then just leave.

Had everything just been a lie to him them?

Ciel Phantomhive had been arranged as your fiance and Astre Phantomhive was arranged for Lizzy.

You were enraged. How dare this boy fool you, his brother's fiance of all people. You were enraged at yourself. How dare you feel something so tender, so gentle towards your fiance's brother, moreso, towards the person who had lied to you.

You were supposed to be happy knowing your true bethroted is still, right? But when you looked into his eyes, all you felt was chills. You shivered, a cold, almost painful brush crossed through your spine. You didn't see your Ciel. You didn't see the boy you had loved so much when you were kids. You didn't even see a small ounce of sadness, not even anger.

All you saw was a scheming boy.

And when you had seen the yard about to arrest Ciel Astre, all you had felt was fear. No, not fear of him. Fear for him.

you with me

You didn't know what possessed you to take a reckless action after they had fled. Was it answers? Maybe.

When they had fled, everyone stared the real Ciel and turned to you. Lizzy had even called out before you ran out of the manor, determined to follow them. Then you returned to the Midford estate to ask for help from Edward.

He had been reluctant, very hesitant, as he always has been when it comes to his sisters. But he seemed to couldn't have resisted the pathetic look on your face, so desperate. He had promised to cover for you and not tell anyone so long as you remained safe and come back after a day.

"Your happiness may be important to me, but my priority is your safety, sister." He had told you, hugged you, and kissed your forehead before you left. You couldn't deny it made you feel better, a lot calmer. A brother's comfort truly is so different. So warm and calming.

and you say,

Your brother, as an heir, had a bit of control on your family's military forces, although a little, still something, as there are still knights loyal to the heir, his own knights. He had lent you some of his knights to help you find traces of them.

During your search eith the knights on a forest, Lau had found you lurking and had offered to bring you to them. So you sent the reluctant knights back and told them to inform your brother of your status. You know you could trust your brother.

So here you are, speeding through the hallway of somewhere Lau had brought you. You saw someone turning through the corner. Sebastian.

You both stopped infront of each other for a moment.

"Milady, I--" He bowed before you cut him off.

"Get out of my sight."

He bowed again and left. He wasn't even surprised you were here. Had Lau told them already? So that bastard had let you roam and get lost around this place while he informed them? You made a mental note to threaten him later on. It seems like these people forgot your place in the society just because you had been kind and tolerated their actions back then.

You took a swift turn to the corner the butler went through and stopped when you had seen him sitting on a couch.

Elbows resting on his knees and hands on his face, seemingly distressed.

He better be. You couldn't be the only one who is tormented too much by this situation.

He called out your name, knowing you were there after hearing you exclaim at his butler.

"as long as i am here,

"Was it fun?" You started. You could feel your calmed down anger bubbling up again.

He said nothing, still hiding his face.

"Was it fun playing with us? Was it fun playing with me?"

Nothing.

"Oh, so now you can't look at me in the eyes. But when you said those lies, you were even smiling." When you told me you cared for me. You thought bitterly.

"I was stupid. I was fool to believe you truly cared for me. I was a fool to believe you would actually do those things for me. But then again, I trusted you because I thought you were Ciel, didn't I?" Oh, yes, you did know where to hit hard, because he flinched.

Yet, you didn't feel satisfied, instead, you felt guilty. Why?

"Did you have everything planned from the start? Putting yourself in danger for me, did you have a back-up plan incase we both couldn't have been saved? All those gifts, those actions, all those words..... lies." You scoffed, feeling your tears coming.

He started rubbing his forehead. You almost wanted to scoff again, you were the one feeling everything here, why was he the one getting a headache? Did he find you annoying?

"Why? Why did you lie to me? Why did you lie to us? Why did you have to go through all those lies? To manipulate us? To manipulate my feelings? You played with my feelings. You fucking playing with me, Phantomhive!" You stomped infront of him with tears in your eyes, demanding an answer.

You heard him murmur something unclear.

"What?!"

"It wasn't a lie."

no one can hurt you"

"Now you're telling me you didn't lie, do you really think I'm that stupi--"

"What I did for you wasn't a lie!" He suddenly stood up and exclaimed.

You were take aback and stepped back. You frowned. "You--"

He took your wrist and pulled you closer to him. Now he was looking at you in the eye, he was enraged. The audacity to be enraged. You wanted to point it out and tell him to let go when he spoke again.

"The things I did for you weren't lies! You can scream at me for pretending to be my brother, hell, yell at me for taking his place as an earl, but don't fucking tell me the things I did for you were lies!" He exclaimed.

You looked away from his piercing stare. "Then why?" Your voice cracked.

His grip on your wrist softened.

"Why would you pretend to be someone you're not?" It was pathetic. How all of your anger disappeared the moment you heard his words. You were so gullible, so vulnerable against him.

He sat down again, letting go of your wrist.

"Would anyone have cared if I said it was me?" His voice was small.

don't wanna lie here,

It broke your heart.

"Would anyone have paid attention if I told the truth? Would I have gotten enough power to keep the Phantomhive name, the honor, the business, alive? Afterall, I'm just some sickly, weak, twin of the heir." He was clenching his fists so hard, you were afraid he was going to draw blood and hurt himself.

So you took his hand in yours. "I would've." You kneeled infront of him, just holding his hand and staring at his visible eye. "Lizzy would've, brother would've, mother, father, aunt anne. We would have cared, Astre."

And he let his tears fall at the sound of his name on your lips. His grip on his own skin softened.

but you can learn to

"You might think so little of yourself, but there's more to what it seems, Astre. You didn't need to lie to us. We would have cared. We do care." You cried and kissed his knuckles. It was heartbreaking how he could think so little of himself. How he could think so little of what he thinks all of you think about him.

if i could change the way that you see yourself

So you look at him in his eye, hoping he would receive the feelings you were conveying to him.

When every lie was revealed, you were angry, so furious, clouded by everything, confused by everything. So many questions, too many unanswered thoughts. You hated yourself for still wanting him despite your real fiance back, despite the lies, despite everything. You hated yourself for feeling something, everything.

But you were willing to burn for him.

You guess being stubbornly inlove runs in the blood.

He stared at you with the same look he gave you before the reveal, during your times with him, after you broke through his cold facade, and shooked his head.

"It doesn't matter, my brother is back--"

"And what of him? He's not the one I love."

"He's your betrothed."

"But he isn't the one I want!"

"You loved him."

"But he isn't you!"

It made him break. He breathed heavily and rested his head on your shoulders. "Why would you even want me?" His voice broke. "After all these lies, after everything I've done. Why would you want me? How could you want someone like me?"

You took his face on your hands and pressed your forehead to his. "Why wouldn't I want someone like you?"

He shut his eyes tightly, trying to keep in the tears but it only made them fall, even through under his eyepatch, you could see his tears.

You brushed his tears with your thumb. "You protected me, you cared for me, you saved me, you smiled for me, hell you did things you didn't want to for me, you loved me. How could I not feel the same?"

you wouldn't wonder why you hear

"I lied to you."

"And I don't care. Atleast, not anymore. I admit, I was so angry at you. For lying to me, because I thought you only did those things to save your own skin. But you stupid asshole, I'm weak when it comes to you." You cried as he let out a cracked chuckled, now he was the one wiping your tears.

"See? I made you cry again." He said, staring at your face. He called out your name, "you truly don't deserve someone like me. You could have someone better, more stable."

You pressed your lips on his forehead. "But I'm here with you, aren't I?"

He nodded, holding your hands to his face. It was warm, safe. "Yeah, you're here."

He thinks he can do it. No, you're here, so he'll do it.

they don't deserve you

[undertaker1827]

Hi again! How are you doing? Can you a scenario with Undertaker, Edward, Ciel and Sebastian with a s/o who is scared to love because in their life, they only see relationships that end up with both people end up hurt and they're afraid to be in one? Keep up your work! You're doing amazing! :)

Hello! I’m good, hope you are too! And of course, (though I’m sorry, I kind of forgot about the tsundere-ish bit until the end) enjoy!

Masterlist

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Undertaker

Undertaker had known for a while now that you loved him, and he loved you back. It took quite a bit of courage for him to even approach you to confess his feelings, even though he already knew you returned them, for fear of rejection. He had trust issues from various things that had happened to him throughout his long life and he also knew how short a human life was compared to his own, how quickly you could be ripped out of his arms by so little with him able to do nothing but watch. In the end, he decided to just go for it anyway, to tell you. And he felt like his chest had imploded when you rejected his advances.

Sadness radiated from you as you quietly told him you weren’t interested, then walked slowly away to his small kitchen where you put the kettle on for tea. He didn’t mention it again.

He worried over your reaction until he almost felt sick, worried that he’d upset you, that you would now want nothing more to do with him and that he had ruined this little piece of happiness he’d managed to scrape out of eternity. He’d never imagined your rejection came out of fear as well.

The mortician had been different since that day, try though he had to remain the same, and you too worked yourself up until you were fighting back tears as you tried to tell him that it wasn’t his fault, it was all down to you. He watched you spiral rapidly downwards for all of a few seconds before he realised where this was going, then did the only thing he could think of in that moment. Undertaker shoved his bangs to the side so you could see his eyes then kissed you, hard, for all of a few moments. It was enough to shock you out of your impending panic and with your chest still heaving, he gently told you that he was scared to love as well, scared to lose you. But if you were both scared of the same thing, you would could work through it together.

“I think,” you whispered, “I think I would like that.” The mortician offered you a small smile.

“I think I would too.”

Edward Midford

Edward had slowly come to the realisation that he loved you. He enjoyed your company, felt happier when you were there and was filled with an undeniable sadness when you left again. You had been walking through the streets of London together, talking animatedly about everything and nothing all at once. This was something you often did together, each taking comfort in the other’s presence and enjoying the escape from real life that your shared walks offered. This particular day though, you had not even made it halfway round your usual route before a friend came rushing up to you, needing your assistance for one thing or another, and you’d had to leave. You looked sad though, glancing over your shoulder at Edward as your friend chatted away, wishing you were still with him instead.

That led the knight to where he was now, wandering around one of London’s great parks and contemplating hi relationship with you. He was never one to beat around the bushes with regards to his personal feelings on any matter, least of all one where somebody else’s emotions were involved and they could potentially get hurt. As such, he decided that he would tell you everything as soon as he saw you again, which would be tomorrow’s usual morning walk.

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Your heart leapt into your throat as soon as Edward asked if he could court you. You had both dreamed of and dreaded this moment for as long as you had held feelings for the man, which started to come about almost as soon as you met him. You swallowed once before politely declining his advances, the next few minutes of the walk continuing in silence. Upset as Edward was, he absolutely respected your decision. But he was sure you felt something for him, so he could help but ask you why. When he saw how that made you even more agitated, he immediately backtracked, apologising profusely and swearing never to bring it up again. Which in turn made you feel worse, because now you had inadvertently upset the man you loved even more.

That was how you ended up telling him, right there in the middle of your walk, that you would love nothing more than for him to court you, but you were too scared to say yes. You explained all of the relationships that you had seen go wrong and that you didn’t want you and him to become yet another one. He told you then that he’d seen much of the same as you, with friends and even some families, but he was still willing to give this a try if you were. After all; he loved you.

Ciel Phantomhive

Ciel too came to the realisation that he loved you slowly. There was no one moment where it just hit him, but more like he gradually came to the conclusion that he wanted to be with you for as long as he possibly could. He didn’t know if you returned his feelings or not, so he decided to wait a while before telling you, firstly to see how you behaved around him and try to decide whether your feelings for him went further than a strong bond of friendship, and secondly for him to get his courage up.

You were having tea in one of the Phantomhive manor’s many drawing rooms, Sebastian having left at Ciel’s request some time ago and no doubt going about his duties around the estate. This was the moment then; it was time to ask if you would allow him to court you. Of course, when you graciously and elegantly declined his request with an apology on your lips a light frown across your brow, he had no idea that in truth, your heart was breaking just as much as his. You loved him, you truly did, but you dared not admit it for the fear of any relationship ending in tears just as you had seen with those of your friends. Outwardly, Ciel took this rejection in a calm and collected manner, offering you his own apology, but it left a gaping hole in his chest in which there had been the hope for something more with you.

You each tried to continue like you had before, but with Ciel’s sadness and your fear, in the end you felt like he deserved the true explanation of why you refused. The moment you told the earl, a spark of joy lit up within him once more. Maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance that you would give this relationship a go, if the pair of you went slowly enough and if there was a solemn promise that your friendship would remain unchanged if and when your romantic partnership came to an end. 

Sebastian Micaelis

Sebastian could help but admit that he was a little surprised at his own feelings when he came to realise what they were. He was a demon after all; demons weren’t supposed to acquire romantic attachments for anyone, let alone a human of all beings. Any human’s lifetime was a blink of an eye compared to Sebastian’s and the thought did give him pause when it came to you, though only for a moment. He could at least enjoy a romantic partnership with you while it lasted, and surely some time spent with you in this way was better than none at all.

The demon was sure you felt the same way about him. Identifying the emotions of others when they were so clearly displayed in their every action was simple, it was dealing with one’s own thoughts and feelings that was the difficult part. Sebastian was visiting you at your house when he told you how he felt about you, a cup of your perfect tea in one hand but the drink long forgotten. He saw the panic rise in your features as soon as the words left his lips, but he asked anyway if you felt the same. He was again surprised at the bleak sadness that filled him when you said you did not. He was sure he could sense conflict in you, but he dared not comment on it lest he push you away entirely. A friendship was better than you not being in his life at all, he decided, and he was determined for your current friendship to remain the way it was. 

Sebastian carried on after that as if nothing had happened, simply hoping to maintain some sort of friendship with you after his impromptu confession. You, on the other hand, simply grew more concerned as the days passed by. You wanted to say you loved him back, because it was the truth, but you were scared that everything would go wrong as you had seen so many times before. Eventually, with trembling hands and a total lack of the courage you really wished you had, you told him everything. Sebastian was quietly overjoyed that you returned his feelings, though his only words to you were ones of comfort. He told you that he understood your fear and that it was perfectly normal even, but asked if you would give things a try anyway. For both your sakes, just in case things could really work out. It was hesitantly, if not with an air of excitement, that you agreed.

Ronald Knox

Ronald was well known amongst other reapers for being someone who moved very quickly between partners. He knew this about himself as well, it was just the way he was. That was why he was so surprised to find he was actually interested in you in the context of a long term relationship. You were interested in him too, though you didn’t expect him to feel the same way. On top of that, even in the unlikely event that he did feel the same way about you, you knew you would be too afraid of getting hurt and having any potential relationship end badly to try anything with him.

You felt a deep, aching sorrow in your chest when the one almost impossible scenario that you spent your time both dreaming and worrying about started to play out right in front of you. Ronald didn’t ask you out in a big room filled with lots of people, instead asking if he could walk with you after you both clocked off from work. The hurt was displayed clearly on the reaper’s face, much as he tried to hide it then brush it off entirely when you went to apologise. You felt awful when he made an excuse and went on his way not a few moments later, but what was worse was that when you went into work the next morning, a massive fire had broken out in the early hours somewhere in the centre of London and the night crew hadn’t been able to collect all of the souls. Which left you being paired up with Ronald to finish the job.

You each tried carrying on like nothing had happened the previous day, but found it was very difficult. Things changed though when you tripped over a charred piece of wooden beam and would have fallen straight through the fragile floor and down a storey to the ground below had Ronald not caught you.

“Guess you fell for me after all, huh?” He said this with a small yet sad grin, but the look quickly turned to a teasing smirk when your gaze dropped off to one side. “You did as well!” You grumbled something unintelligible as you still refused to look at him. “You know, you’re so pretty when you’re upset.” The reaper’s eyes were practically glowing with mirth and he knew full well you didn’t mean your next words.

“Oh, shut up!”

William T. Spears

William couldn’t really believe that he was about to do this. He always did his utmost to remain stoic and emotionless, void of attachments and only at work long enough to do his job and then go home. But then, along came you. He found quite quickly that he couldn’t keep his mind off of you,the way you acted and how you always seemed pleased to see him when nobody else was.

This was it, then. You tended to stay late and end up leaving around the same time he did, meaning you would both end up walking together until you left dispatch’s confines and went home your separate ways. You were coming out of your office at the same time as he was making his way down the corridor on this particular evening, and you gave the reaper a broad smile as he paused a minute to wait for you. He was collected as ever on the outside, even if internally his every nerve felt like it was on fire. Neither of you spoke as you headed towards the main exit from the office building, keeping pace with each other as though it was the most natural thing in the world.

William waited until you were outside to finally tell you how he felt, the soft and quiet confession feeling entirely foreign on his tongue. His apprehension steadily raised as the seconds went past until you finally answered, expression sorrowful yet decided. You looked up at him as you declined his offer, sadness settling in your chest as his characteristically stiff posture remained unchanged and he stared straight ahead.

“Alright, then. I apologise for having wasted your time.” With that, he was gone, long strides taking him away from you far too quickly. It was a decision made just as quickly that had you running after him, calling his name and asking him to wait. You were almost surprised to find that he did indeed stop and turn to face you.

“I - I’m sorry,” you attempted to explain yourself, “it’s just that I only ever see relationships end badly, and I just... don’t want it to be the same with you. You matter too much to me.” The reaper paused, an unexpected warmth settling in his chest at your words.

“Would you be willing to try?” William asked you cautiously, wondering if he could bear it if your answer was no. That worry dissipated, though, as he watched your lips curve up into a small smile.

“I think I would.”

[thatanimewriter]

KUROSHITSUJI MASTERLIST.

✦ - fluff

❖ - angst

☼ - general (reader excluded)

☾ - suggestive

⛧ - crack

☁ - series

✼ - supporters only

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

── 𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐒.

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

── 𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄.

reader with an evil twin brother (⛧)

── 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐘.

multilingual s/o (✦, ⛧)

── 𝐌𝐄𝐘-𝐑𝐈𝐍.

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

── 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐘.

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

── 𝐄𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐃.

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── 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘.

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── 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐓𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄.

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

── 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐓. 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒.

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── 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃.

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── 𝐉𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑.

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

── 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓.

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── 𝐃𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑.

multilingual s/o (✦, ⛧)

── 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋.

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── 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐄.

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

── 𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐖𝐄𝐑.

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── 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋.

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reader who is adopted and has major insecurities (✦)

── 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊.

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── 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐀.

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── 𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐈.

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[albedos-little-helper]

Edward Midford x reader

Request by @yumeastreea

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

Wc: 850 words

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

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

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

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

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

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

What if they have nothing in common?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[yandereaffections]

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

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

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

[kuroshitsujixreader]

Imagine

Imagine being Edward’s fiancé and teaching Elizabeth To Fight

[kuroshitsuji-scenarios]

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

Edward:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[theladyofspaceandtime]

NEW CHAPTER!

How to kill a demon!

[edenityy]

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