#ronald knox imagine

[dawn-moths]

Hello how are you can I request Ronald with at frist shy looking and inocennt s/o,but she is actually really nasty and freaky and like some smut in there to i would be most thankfull i love your blog,lots of love😘😘

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i hope you like what i came up with. enjoy!

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Ronald Knox x Female Reader

word count: 4,000+

disclaimer/content warning: 18+ content! minors dni! smut, reader is described as being/dressing feminine, reader is called “good girl, baby” and referred to as "princess", the nickname “daddy” is used for Ron, sub/dom dynamics, size difference, finger sucking, reader is carried, minimal prep, masochist reader, rough sex, biting, choking, hair pulling, nipple play, cock warming, aftercare.

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It always starts this way, it seems.

What begins as otherwise harmless kissing quickly evolves into something much more explicit. Much more obscene.

Because, just before things start to get a little more heated, you find yourself straddling Ron’s lap, your mouth hovering over his as you both breathe in each other’s air, panting like dogs left out in the afternoon heat.

You, his precious baby with the face of an angel and the mind of a little devil only he’s allowed to know.

You, his own personal little porn star.

And you’re shameless. Eager. So enticing that it takes every ounce of will he has not to just hook his thumbs into the waistband of those pretty lace panties he knows you love to wear and tear them to shreds, to push you back and pin you down to the couch and fuck you until there’s tears in your eyes and your voice has gone raspy and raw from all the sounds of pleasure he’s forced from your throat.

You, his shy little sex kitten, always teasing him in those skirts that are just a little too short, those necklines that are just a little too low, your body’s soft curves the kind that the ancient Greeks used to sculpt statues of, chipping away at cold marble until a woman was found somewhere among the jagged rock. Reverent. Ethereal. Sacred.

Only for him.

Only, you do feel a little bit of shame, if you were being completely honest with yourself. It makes itself known in the way your cheeks heat, in the way your blood goes icy-hot with embarrassment at how you must look like this. How debauched and needy and on your way to no doubt becoming a complete and utter mess by the time this session is over.

But that’s the thing about you.

The more shy you acted now, the more desperate and dirty you’d be for him later.

“What’s the matter, baby?” Ron asked with one of those soft, charming grins spreading across his spit-shined lips, his voice low and soothing. He gently gripped your chin between his fingers and turned your face, which you’d momentarily tried to hide by nuzzling it into your shoulder, back up towards him, coaxing your nervous gaze to follow. “What is it?” he further questioned, though with a lilt of an amused chuckle laced into his hushed tone. “Things movin’ a little too fast for ya?”

In response, all you could manage was a squeak and another attempt to retreat and hide your shy little expressions from him again, but he was faster that time and caught you before you could really escape. When his smile refused to falter you knew he wasn’t going to let you off easy.

“No, no, no,” he said, tone woven with mischievous mirth. “Don’t hide…” Then, leaning in close to whisper in your ear, his lips nearly brushing the shell of it as his warm breath wafted against your neck, he murmured, “Seeing you get all flustered is one of my favorite parts…”

Ron knew that your whole sweet-and-innocent act was merely a mask to cover what you both knew was really true about you. And that was the undeniable fact that you were quite the little masochist. You liked it when he got rough with you. Left you a trembling mess by the end of the night after covering you in the shape of his bite and several shades of bruises from the press of his fingertips.

But, even so, it wasn’t like that shyer side of you was entirely fake, either.

Your innocence, whether it was surface level or not, was one of the things that had drawn Ron towards you in the first place, after all. Because who didn’t love a girl who seemed like a little darling on the outside only to discover what a little devil she was hiding underneath all those coy smiles and cute little dresses and lacy lingerie.

Your tender sweetness also happened to pair well with Ron’s proclivity to tease.

“Don’t be mean…” you whined, the corners of your mouth pulling down into one of those adorable little pouts Ron loved to be the cause of.

At this, Ron merely let out another one of those low, borderline sinister chuckles under his breath. He placed both his hands on your hips, readjusted your position over his lap to spread your thighs a little further, pulling where you were no doubt becoming more sensitive and needy down to brush against where his own arousal was growing from under his trousers.

Upon feeling him rubbing against your core you couldn’t help but let out a helpless little whimper, the first flare of impatient need coming to life inside of you.

“Y’know…” Ron reminded you, reveling in every little wiggle or squirm he felt wrack through your body as he pressed you even closer against him, “if you just tell Daddy what you want, it’ll be a whole lot easier for him to give it to you…”

You were shy…

Until you weren’t.

“I want…” you began, voice a shaky little plea. “I want your fingers in my mouth, Daddy…”

The request came out as more whisper than words, your head feeling dizzy from the rush of blood that raced upward to burn from your chest to the tips of your ears even hotter than before, the embarrassment almost enough to cancel out your eagerness, though not quite.

“Oh yeah?” Ron taunted, a slight growl to his voice now as he felt his own desires threaten to spill over the edge, the arousal welling to the brim within him from the thought of it alone. “Well then…” He pressed the pad of his thumb to the plush of your lower lip, gently pulling down to coax your sweet little mouth open wider for him. “Guess I have no choice but to deliver on what my baby needs…”

Slipping one of his long, slender fingers along the slick warmth of your tongue, then two, feeling you sucking the digits down further until they disappeared all the way up to the seam of his palm, your throat bobbing as the tips of his fingers brushed against the back of your gag reflex, Ron couldn’t help but gulp as well, trying to keep his composure the best he could.

“God, baby…” he sighed, as if in prayer. You curled your tongue around him, coating his fingers further in your thick saliva, at which point Ron slowly pulled them free, dragging them flat across your tongue and shuddering at the thought of how your mouth would feel encasing other parts of his body, before wiping some of your spit across your kiss-swollen lips.

The more disheveled or dirty you became, the more beautiful Ron thought you were.

“Daddy…?” you asked, that syrupy shyness drizzled back over the word like you were still his innocent little angel causing his cock to twitch in his pants. You didn’t miss the way he was beginning to shift and squirm as well, likely just as impatient as you now, if not more so. “Do you wanna…?” You glanced over your shoulder at where the bedroom door was open just a crack, as if trying to tempt you with the promise of what lay inside.

Ron followed your line of sight, glancing back to you when you turned to meet his emerald gaze again. A smirk fissured across his boyishly handsome features, his own little demon stirring back to life.

He nudged your nose with his, hummed out a melodic note of affirmation, and then, the next thing you knew, he was hoisting you up to carry you, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as his big palms cushioned the backs of your soft thighs, the silky flesh spilling between his strong grip.

He nudged open the door with his foot before swinging it closed in the same manner, not wasting a second before he had you lying back on the bed, pinned beneath him like a rare butterfly he’d worked hard to collect and had no intention of letting go.

Grabbing up both your wrists in one of his fists, Ron used his free hand to begin pushing your skirt up around your waist, fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs and rising a wave of chills over you, taking a moment to knead you there as you gently writhed under his hold, trying to squeeze your legs together to create even just a little bit of friction for yourself. But Ron recognized instantly what you were trying to do and coaxed your legs back apart, wanting to be the one to get you worked up himself.

You knew your panties must be soaked by now, the expensive lace likely ruined just from his teasing alone, but it wasn’t until he slipped two of his lithe fingers in through the side to glide through your delicate, drenched folds that you truly realized just what a mess you really were.

Ron let out an amused, prideful breath of a laugh. “So wet for me…” he half praised, half teased, applying pressure to your throbbing clit, making a gasp and one of those delectable little whines escape from your throat. “Just like that…” he said, rubbing skillful circles against the tender, swollen little bud. “So good for me,” he cood. “Always such a good girl…”

He let go of your wrists to use both hands to begin removing the ruined lace from you, encouraging you to help him in discarding it along with your skirt, and once you were left bare below the waist for him, Ron took a moment to admire you like that, all spread and vulnerable for his eyes only.

“So beautiful, baby…” he sighed, entranced. “You’re perfect…”

Ron thought you had the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen, all pink and glistening like the dewy petals of a rose, but he knew that the sight of it was nothing compared to how it felt squeezing around his cock. It was a sensation he was addicted to. Just the mere memory of your most recent time together was enough to make him feel like he could lose all control, becoming more desperate to satisfy his desire by the minute.

Lucky for him though, he knew you liked it rough, so if he didn’t take the full time needed to prep you, you wouldn’t necessarily hold it against him.

You both were still half clothed, and the humidity of the room and the body heat being exchanged between you two was near stifling. You needed the rest of your clothes off soon or else you’d become so hot and frazzled you’d hardly be able to think. Not that you needed to when in Ron’s hands. He already knew what you wanted, what you liked, though, lucky for you, he also wanted the rest of your clothing off.

“Arms up,” Ron told you, already gathering the hem of your top in his hands, halfway to tugging it up your chest, eyes unable to help but catch on the sight of the pretty matching bra that currently cradled your breasts. You obeyed without hesitation and soon found yourself fully exposed, the room now feeling a few degrees cooler.

Ron began hastily unbuckling his belt, the strain of his erection having grown painful with how hard it was trying to free itself from his trousers. He quickly discarded the remainder of his clothing, biting back a groan as he took his pulsing length in his hand, though couldn’t stop the punched out, “Fuck—” that escaped his lips when he slid it between the silky petals of your dewy folds, gathering more of your slick before lining himself up with your tight little entrance.

You wanted him to take his time, allow you to feel every vein and ridge of him, but for as much as Ron usually indulged you, it seemed that tonight time was going to have to wait.

“Now be a good girl for me,” he instructed, already sounding halfway to being out of breath, “and hold still for Daddy—”

With his hands gripping your hips hard enough for bruises to bloom beneath his fingers and one quick, harsh thrust, Ron buried himself down to the hilt inside of you. You let out a broken cry, head thrown back and neck craning as you felt yourself suddenly split by the familiar aching pleasure his cock provided.

And it hurt.

It hurt so much.

But you fucking loved it.

“That’s it, baby…” Ron panted, hunching over you while you both took a moment to adjust to each other’s bodies. “Good girl… Always so good at taking my cock…”

He was peppering chaste little kisses along your temple and jaw, a feeble attempt to distract you from the stringing stretch he’d just forced your body to endure as well as an apology for the soreness he knew you’d feel tomorrow because of it, a thin sheen of sweat already beginning to break out over the both of you.

But soon, all you could focus on was the slow drip of euphoria that was on its way to taking over your brain, some of the pain numbing as it gave way to pleasure.

When Ron first began moving, it was slow and rhythmic, all prior rush gone from his intentions. But the more your cunt clenched around him, the more erratic he seemed to become, hips stuttering in their motions as he struggled to keep a consistent rhythm. And by the time you were whimpering out a pathetic little, “Choke me,” well…

Ron just about lost it.

One hand rested over the delicate curve of your throat, Ron wanting to feel the hammering of your pulse for a moment before he cut off your air supply. Your eyes glittered up at him through the low light, so much love and trust and dangerous desire all wrapped up in your gaze. He held you in suspense for a moment, waiting until the frantic rise and fall of your chest slowed to something much steadier and controlled. Then, after you took your next inhale, his grip tightened, squeezing around your neck and making your eyes roll when you realized, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t breathe.

Not unless he allowed you to.

Ron kept careful count of the time going by though, knowing your limits, having committed them to memory, and when you first gave his wrist a tap he knew you were backing out prematurely. When he refused your first request, he felt your pussy flutter around him, the adrenaline on the verge of surging through you and breaking away into panic. Your vision started to blur and you tapped again, and that time, Ron obliged.

You sucked in a gasp of air, panting in shorter, more panicked breaths for a moment while his hand still rested over your throat as he admired you like that.

He’d ruin you and you’d gladly let him.

But something then seemed to occur to him as his fingers traced down to the line of your collarbones and the supple flesh of your breasts.

Those perked little nipples of yours were looking awfully neglected. And what kind of boyfriend would Ron be if he let that stand?

You let out a squeak when his mouth found the first pebbled bud, being gentle at first, teasing you with his lips and tongue until you were arching your back to push further into the wet warmth of his mouth. Ron had to hold your hips down as you began to squirm, wanting to feel every little shiver, tremble, and twitch your body made as he granted you more pleasure, each reaction felt as your cunt massaged his girth to varying degrees.

As his mouth tended to one side, his fingers took care of the other, only switching when he felt like your reactions became less intense. You were so sensitive everywhere he touched you, it seemed, so delicate to his ministrations, he could play you like a harp. And, in return, you’d make the most beautiful, melodic music for him as his fingers pulled at your strings, your moans the prettiest sound he’d ever heard.

But once your stomach started clenching in rapid succession, Ron knew he had to take a short intermission on this song you two were composing together. Just long enough to ensure you made it through to the encore, at least.

Lifting one of your legs, Ron threw it over one of his freckled shoulders to spread you even wider for him, sinking in so deep you swore you could feel him in your tummy, the mere implication making another rolling wave of arousal course through you and causing Ron to breathe out another one of those helpless, stuttering curses. His muscles clench as he rolls his hips in to meet yours, back to being slow and controlled.

But you needed more.

You needed it rougher.

“Harder…” you pleaded, breathless and wanting. 

Ron readjusted the both of you, once again taking your wrists in his grip and pinning them both beside your head, something to anchor you down for what came next, but you coaxed him to let you lock your fingers with his. It feels more intimate his way, and already knowing how rough he can get when you ask for it you feel better knowing that this simple act of handholding will help to balance out the consequences of his strength.

Ron starts to pick up speed, each time pulling almost all the way out before spearing his cock back into you, likely hard enough to ensure he was going to have to take care of you all day tomorrow, his poor little baby too sore and raw to even get out of bed on her own. 

But that’s ok.

That’s what he’s here for, after all.

His glasses begin to fog and his breathing is reduced to shallow panting, the shimmering veil of sweat that covers you both thickening under the growing humidity emanating from your bodies.

When the next request to roll off your tongue is a slurred whine of, “Bite me, Daddy…” Ron doesn’t hesitate that time. He lets go of your wrists, leans down and sinks his teeth into the tender spot between your neck and shoulder, letting out a desperate whine of his own when you followed up with a pained, shuddering exhale of, “Harder​​—”

You let out a yelp as you thrash beneath him, Ron increasing the pressure until the skin breaks and he tastes blood. But he doesn’t let go. Not yet. Because your trembling little hands have formed tight fists in his strawberry blonde locks, pulling so hard at the roots that his scalp prickles with sharp, staticky pain. Just when it was becoming too much, you yanked his head back hard enough that he takes the cue to unlatch his bite from your flesh, pink-tinted strands of saliva keeping his mouth connected to the new wound he’s gifted you for a moment before he created enough distance to have them break.

You were both panting and shaking, like two animals on the verge of death, and when he saw the vicious red indents carved out in the shape of his mouth, saw the blood that was trying to well in the deepest parts of the injury where his incisors had pierced straight through, Ron felt a small sense of dread for a moment. Because, as much as this has become to be expected between the two of you sometimes, he couldn’t help but fear he might go too far. That he might hurt you for real, in a way you wouldn’t get some sick sense of pleasure from, and that you’d stare up at him with fear instead of love.

But, looking down at you now, all he can seem to find as he searches your gaze is that beautiful, tender adoration that he’s pretty sure he would die without at this point.

But now it was time to finish this.

You were both close to the edge.

Ron preferred when you fell together.

Once again, his motions become rhythmic and savoring, ever the master of the push and pull between control and carnality, though kept up the speed needed to match each other’s oncoming orgasms.

He’d come to know your body so well, how it reacted and responded to his, that the moment he felt your stomach return to its rapid fluttering, like a little bird taking flight, legs tensing as your cunt constricted around his cock harder than before, he knew you were mere seconds away from coming undone. After three more thrusts, he’s right there with you, spilling his balmy warmth into your tight wet heat as you gush your glistening arousal all over his cock, both of you making a mess of each other in tandem before all that heady tension begins to slowly bleed away, leaving the both of you to fall slack and satisfied, the air heavy with the scent of your unrestricted love.

But Ron doesn’t pull out just yet. He likes to feel the aftershocks, the way your pussy flutters weakly around him as he goes soft, both of your combined juices drooling out of your abused little hole and staining the bedsheets below while your bodies are still one.

Once some of his senses returned to him, Ron carefully pulled out, bringing a trail of cum along with his blushing cock, and scooped you up in his arms so you could lay draped across his damp chest, his hair a tangled, tousled mess and his glasses smudged, yet something about him being disheveled like that only added to his charm.

He liked to let you doze off, if you wanted to, gently stroking your arm or your back or your hip with one hand while your eyelids became increasingly heavier until they had no choice but to fall closed, allowing him to tend to you once you’d fallen asleep. But when his fingers lightly traced along your shoulder and you winced, sucking in a small, sharp hiss, Ron remembered the mark he left there, the blood having rusted over to glaze the wound closed, but only just barely. Now that some of the adrenaline had worn off, he knew you must feel the sting, all the cuts and bruises he’s caused you flaring back to life and pulsing with the aftermath of the pain.

“I’ll be right back, baby,” he whispers to you as he carefully shifts you over to lay your heavy head on the pillow, venturing into the bathroom to gather all the things he needs to help nurse some of those wounds born from the heat of the moment.

You wait patiently for him to return, blinking open half-lidded eyes to gaze up at him as he reclaimed his seat on the edge of the bed. He praises you as he cleans the bite, tells you what a good girl you were for him, how brave you are when he dabs some disinfectant on the imprint of his teeth and you barely even whimper at the sting of the salve. He looks over your neck, the bruises darkening, and asks you if it still hurts. You shake your head, say you can barely even feel that one, and he hums out a note that alludes to being pleased, but also hints at something secretly prideful as well.

Because who would’ve been able to guess what a high tolerance for pain his perfect little princess hid so skillfully from those around her, a dirty, sinful little secret concealed beneath cute, flouncy little outfits and pretty hair and glossy lips.

But, the best part, it was a tolerance only Ron got to test.

A standard he got to help create.

“I know it hurts, baby…” Ron murmurs as he carefully cleans your sore little hole with a warm washcloth, gently dragging it through your folds to collect all the cum that’s begun to glaze over your skin and harden into salty crystals. “But you’re being so good. Almost done…”

Once he’d dressed you in one of his oversized t-shirts and placed a goodnight kiss to your forehead, Ron tucked you in under a clean blanket and returned to the bathroom to take care of his own mess. He tried to make it quick, knowing there’s a good chance you’d already be asleep before he’s able to curl up next to you, but when he returns and you’re still awake, he can’t help but give you another one of those soft smiles.

“You didn’t have to wait for me,” he kindly reminded you, though he’s glad you did.

When his chest is pressed to your back, his warm arms wrapped around your middle, you unexpectedly shift to turn and face him. He considered you with a slightly puzzled glance, but then you were leaning forward to press your lips to his, your tongue teasing at one corner of his mouth before pulling back.

“There was a little blood,” you told him, those adorable doe-eyes of yours that could just about hypnotize him glittering in the dark, “but I got it…”

Ron sighed out a tired chuckle through his nose as he tugged you in closer to his chest, letting you get comfortable as you found the right angle to intertwine your legs.

“Night, baby,” he cooed. “I love you.”

“I love you, too…” you replied, already sounding halfway to a dream.

And, as if he ever needed a reminder, Ron falls asleep feeling like the luckiest man alive.

Lucky, because he’s the only one in the entire world who gets to call you his.

[every-ronald-knox]

[hoomandoescosplay]

Long Lost Sister

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

[bapydemonprincess]

IT'S SUCH A SHAME WE WERE DENIED AN ANIMATED VERSION OF THIS PART OF RONALD AND SEBASTIAN'S BRIEF LITTLE FIGHT WHERE SEBASTIAN GETS HIS PRETTY FACE SLICED UP FOR ONCE AND IS QUITE ACTUALLY UPSET BY THAT

[eemoo1o-animoo]

I’ve been thinking a lot about genderbent reapers, lately.

[sebastianmichaelisslander]

Oh my goodness, this post had become my Roman Empire since I first saw it pop up on my dash.

I’d love to write a fic with all three men sharing a smoke while they complain about overtime and give each other all the tea.

@twilightknight17 Ludger Ronald and Othello ALL have a problem in the shoes department, they can be bad shoes buddies

[blackbutlercharacterpoll2023]

At last, it's time for the final awards to be doled out to those who deserve them more than anyone! It's our

As you may imagine, the Most Adored awards go to characters who received the most "Like" and "Love" votes combined. Let's start with our 10th, 9th, 8th, and 7th most adored characters first!

10th place - Tanaka (293 votes) 9th place - Ronald Knox (318 votes) 8th place - Sebastian Michaelis (321 votes) 7th place - Bitter Rabbit (337 votes)

And now...

6th place - Soma Asman Kadar (343 votes) 5th place - Finnian / Finny (355 votes) 4th place - Mey-Rin (374 votes)

And proving that Tumblr really treasures animal characters, our third place is the one Sebastian would have put in first if he could:

3rd place - "Her" (394 votes)

Next is the one who ended up not changing from Yana's Devil's Six, the sonboy of all time, the oister boyster, it's-

2nd place - "Ciel" Phantomhive / O!Ciel / Our Ciel (454 votes)

And finally... You know her... You love her... or at least the majority of you do... She needs no introduction but she'll always deserve one, just like she deserves her own cover... It's our first place winner-

-with 539 votes! For her, I'll bring out my shitty editing skills - I'm only sorry I couldn't do better, because she surely deserves to wear this ribbon. You're the lady of our hearts, Grelle! We can't wait until you come back in the manga and we can see you in all your glory again. Congratulations on being this poll's favorite Kuro character!

And thank you again to everyone who participated in the voting! This took more than two months to plan and execute and it's amazing to finish it up, but it never could've happened without you. Happy 200th chapter! Let's keep going strong, Kuro fandom!

[ticklishbutler]

speaking if grell do u have any hcs for her bc shes my fav i love grell sm

Oh why of course my favorite lord!! (I am too lazy to style this lol) anyways read under cut

IDK WHAT TO MAKE SO TICKLE + Regular headcanons

Tickle headcanons

(Lee!Grell Sutcliff)

𖤐) I feel like she would have the loudest laugh but not as loud as undertaker whenever she gets tickled but still very loud and bubbly to make you feel happy when you tickle her

𖤐) Her worst spots are her sides, neck and tummy. She is definitely a tummy person I could imagine her to be.. Just when she is not guarded and not with her death scythe just wreck her on the spot!!

𖤐) I feel like she would also snort when she is laughing just imagine her and you having a tickle fight and not even a few minutes in she is snorting like crazy!

𖤐) I feel like the people who usually would tickle her are Ronald Knox or Sebastian if he gets too annoyed of her being a little too flustered around him any time they are out.

𖤐) " Heheheh!! Dahaharling!! Thahat- tihihickles!! "

(Ler!Grell Sutcliff)

𖤐) She would be extremely evil person when it comes to tickling someone. Absolutely no mercy when it comes to her getting to be a Ler.

𖤐) Most likely to use tools or have tools on her hands, most common is her hairbrush or feathers. She could grab it from the coat she wears and start wrecking you like no tomorrow.

𖤐) Definitely a mean teaser at best. You are lucky if she does gentle teases on you because her teases are likely going to get stuck in your head for a while.

𖤐) She would definitely do wiggle fingers like teasingly wiggle her fingers close to your sensitive spot and having the most smug smirk about it. She would also definitely pretend to nibble on your stomach as well.

𖤐) " Oooh!! Darling!!~ Your laugh is just too bubbly for me to just stop!!~ My fingers just continue to move on their own!!~ I can't control it!~ "

Regular headcanons!

𖤐) Grell would have days when she wants to wear lipstick and other days she likes to wear chapstick. Or even paint her nails or wear fake ones. Mostly paints her nails since holding her chainsaw.

𖤐) I feel like she would of taken fashion classes when she was alive on the mortal realm with her fashion choices.

𖤐) When during the time she was a butler for Madam Red I would thing she would of at least had a really good relationship with her and more so platonic wise seeing each other for comfort. And would comfort Madam Red during her times of when her sister died and lost almost everything.

𖤐) Would moisturize her hands a lot and would be very soft and warm to hold hands with during the cold. And would wear gloves a lot of the time when she is doing grim reaper duties.

𖤐) Would rarely tie her hair up but on some occasions would put it up but felt heavily uncomfortable during the times she pretended to be a butler.

AHHH THANK YOU AGAIN CAT!!! I am thankful 2 have u as an amazing friend and for u to help fill my inbox and make me happy that u share similar interests as me <:3 - Sebastian/Storytellers

[coralcatsea]

I’ve always liked to imagine Ronald Knox’s character songs as better sung, secret character songs for America. One of them is literally called Liberty Party.

It’s too perfect how Ronald not only looks and acts like America, he even sounds like him.

[imagineanime2022]

You're Not Human

Sebastian Michaelis

You’re a Fallen Angel

Bold - You

Normal - Sebastian

🐈‍⬛ Ciel had ordered that he hire you when they spotted you picking pockets and selling information that no one should have had. Sebastian offered you residence and a job and you were probably their most competent worker besides himself. 🐈‍⬛ “(Y/N).” “Mmm.” “The Young Master has an important guest coming I have a list of things that I need done by this evening ready for dinner.” “Yes Sir.” 🐈‍⬛ Sebastian found himself seeking you out when he needed to leave the manor, he asked that you keep an eye on the young master and because of that, you became close with the both of them. 🐈‍⬛ Sebastian knew that there was something different about you but he couldn’t figure out what it was, you seemed human in every way but you were able to keep up with him in most cases which no human could do. 🐈‍⬛ The day that cemented it was when Pluto came back, you had calmed the dog within seconds and he spent most of his time following you around. 🐈‍⬛ “Why does that mutt love you so much?” “I don’t know, he just likes me.” “I don’t think that’s the only reason.” “What are you trying to say Mr Michaelis?” “Nothing at all Milady.”  🐈‍⬛ The day that Ash came to the house was the first time that Sebastian had seen you uneasy “Something is bothering you.” “I don’t trust him.” “He is the Queen’s butler.” “That doesn’t change my opinion.” 🐈‍⬛ You couldn’t keep your secret for very long because Ciel didn’t know how to keep himself out of trouble, your wing coming out to wrap around him protecting him from the shot fired at him, your feather hurtling at the attacker and killing them instantly. 🐈‍⬛ “I knew that there was something different about you. You never said anything.” “I don’t make a point telling people that I fell from grace.” “From what I hear it’s no fun up there anyway.” 

That night you stood in front of Ciel in his study “What are you?” He asked.

“I’m a Fallen Angel.” You answered.

“Fallen?” He asked. “What does that mean?”

“I was cast out for something that I did.” You answered and he looked at you and frowned.

“What did you do?” He asked.

“I interfered with human life.” You answered “saved someone, I showed myself to them and that is something that you aren’t supposed to do. You found me just after I had fallen, I still have the power that I was born with but I wasn’t a very strong angel to begin with.” 

“Mmm.” Ciel hummed.

“I can leave if that is what you prefer.” You offered but Ciel dismissed the idea for the time being telling you to get some rest and be ready in the morning.

“Sebastian, what do you know about angels?” Ciel asked.

“She’ll make a powerful ally and therefore a formidable enemy.” Sebastian explained as he moved to stand in front of Ciel.

“Which is she now?” He asked.

“I don’t believe that she is a threat.” Sebastian said as he glanced back at the door that you had left through.

“She’s not a toy for you to play with.” Ciel warned as he watched his butler.

“She’s worth testing.” Sebastian argued, Ciel rolled his eyes before lacing his fingers together and resting his chin on them.

“Don’t break your new toy.” Ciel warned with a smirk “I have use for it.” 

“Yes My Lord.” Sebastian smiled before leaving himself.

Claude Faustus

You’re A Reaper

Bold - You 

Normal - Claude

Italic - Alois

🕷 You were a lazy Reaper and that was why Claude even got close to Alois before you did, if you were doing your job properly Alois would have been resting by now, instead you allowed the Demon to take the child and watched as he grew into a sadistic spoiled brat. 🕷 “Are we regretting our choices?” “What are you doing here Reaper?” “Just watching what happens to humans after they have a near death experience.” “You were supposed to take him?” “You got there first.” “You don’t seem to disappointed.” “I don’t do my job.”  🕷 Eventually Alois saw you hanging around the manor and after Claude explained what you were, he ordered that you were brought back to the mansion. You again were far too lazy to fight him and ended up being brought back to the mansion. 🕷 “What are you doing here?” “I’m just slacking off on work.” “Work?” “I’m sure your demon butler has told you everything about me, I might be lazy but I’m not stupid.” “Alright Claude we’re keeping this one.” “I don’t think that’s how that works.”  🕷 You broke out within a couple of days and Alois threw a huge tantrum about it but Claude was happier with you out of the house, he often caught himself worrying about when Alois finally decided that it was time to put you to work. 🕷 The next time that he saw you was when you saved him from what would have been a fatal attack from Sebastian, your Scythe dripping with his blood, you got Claude out of harms way “never really motivated for much.” “So I’ve noticed, what are you doing here?” “I wasn’t really ready to see your story end.” “My story has ended, I lost everything.” “There is still so much that you could do.”

You were laying across the roof arm dangling off of the roof “It’s dangerous to lay around like that, lesser creatures would take advantage.” Claude said as he appeared over you.

“Your blocking the sun.” You mumbled as you moved slightly to get out of his shadow.

“I see your work ethic hasn’t changed.” He mumbled and you looked at him before shrugging.

“When you think about how humans get to be Reapers then it’s not surprising that I have no motivation.” You answered and he looked at you and for a second he regretted that he wasn’t there to make a deal with you instead of Alois.

“Well I wanted to thank you.” He said before moving away from you.

“For what?” You asked.

“You saved me.” He answered “I may be a demon but I’m not above admitting that you saved my life.” 

“Well I appreciate that.” You said before closing your eyes again.

“Now I owe you a debt.” He informed you and you opened one eyes as you looked over at him.

“Just make sure I don’t die alright?” You asked.

“Is that a deal?” He asked a small smirk on his face.

“Nice try but I no longer have a soul to sell.” You reminded him.

“But you do have a rather appetising body.” He reminded you before disappearing.

Grelle Sutcliffe

You’re a Reaper (Deserter)

Bold - You

Normal - Grelle

✂ Grelle was known to get in a lot of trouble when no one was keeping an eye on them but the trouble they found came in the form of the girl that they met at the Undertakers shop, you were sitting on a coffin, arm resting on your knee as you picked at your nails, tinted glasses obscuring your eyes. ✂ Grelle took interest in you the moment that you looked at them, your eyes connected and you mouthed one sentence ‘I know what you are.’ ✂ It was later that you showed your true nature, Grelle was fighting Sebastian and you appeared out of nowhere to save the Phantomhive kid “Now who are you?” “I could ask you the same question.” “Grelle Sutcliffe at your service.” They gave a wide smile tongue sticking out of his mouth. “(Y/N) (L/N).”  ✂ Madam Red turned her attention to you, as she shot and tried to kill you, you rolled your eyes as your scythe materialised “Shoot at me again and I’ll kill you.” She still lifted her gun but before she could actually shoot Grelle put they’re chainsaw through her chest. “Well that ends that.”  ✂ Grelle came looking for you after he was taken back and reprimanded “There you are. I’ve been looking for you.” “Thought you would have gone looking for your dear demon.” “Bassy is fun to play with but he doesn’t want me.” “And I do?” “If you didn’t you wouldn’t still be here.” ✂ Grelle took every opportunity to find and talk to you but the next time that they really saw you was when they went back to headquarters with Sebastian looking for a way to save Ciel, you were with the Undertaker as he threw books that he wanted at you while putting back ones that he had taken before. You took a step back in total enjoyment as they found out that the Undertaker was a reaper. ✂ “You live with that Hunk?” “Honestly he’s more like a weird uncle at this point your more than welcome to persue that if you want.” “I have no intention of pursuing him.” “Good because he’s insane.” “What about you?” “Me? Some would say I’m crazier.” “So a challenge then.” 

The Phantomhive kid was throwing around orders like you worked for him and honestly you were getting sick of it, the only reason that you were still there was that The Undertaker had ask you keep him safe “I am going to remind you for the last time that I don’t work for you, ask me to do something, don’t order me.” You warned him as you balanced the scythe on your shoulders looping your arms around it to balance it there.

“Your here because someone asked you to be, it doesn’t matter what happens you aren’t going anywhere.” Ciel reminded you and you glared at him.

“Well aren’t you an unlikely pair.” A voice spoke from the shadows somewhere and there was a blur of red before someone had wrapped an arm around you resting their chin on your head.

“Grelle.” Ciel greeted the reaper behind you.

“I adore the colour you’ve chosen for your scythe.” He mumbled softly, this was the first time that he was able to see it properly and see the red glint in the moonlight.

“Not the time.” You mumbled as you looked at the tiny child in front of you pulling a face as he pointed towards the tower that Elizabeth had supposedly been taken to.

“We don’t have time for this.” He reminded you.

“How about I help you out with your child issue and then you give me a little bit of your time.” Grelle suggested and you narrowed your eyes.

“You better actually help.” You warned them as they let you step forward towards the tower “and you stay out of trouble.” You looked at Ciel, the look of disgust on his face made you crack a small smile as you turned to walk into the creepy tower.

William T. Spears

You’re a Demon

Bold - You

Normal - William

Italic - Prisoner

👓 William hated Demons and you could see it the moment that he looked at you but you didn’t seem bothered by the sharp looks that he aimed at you, you just sat on the roof of one of the only intact buildings in the middle of the war zone, thumb running against you lip, you were thinking about something. 👓 “What are you doing here Demon?” He pointed his Death Scythe at you “Please don’t point that thing at me it’s dangerous.” “What are you doing here?” “Places like this are the best place to find a meal.” 👓 William honestly hated you, until maybe you 5th or 6th meeting when he realised that as much as you talked about meals you never made a deal with anyone that you deemed worthy enough to live unhindered. 👓 He took the time to watch you, there was a man who was to be executed for crimes better left unnamed but you crouched in front of his chained body “I could get you out of here all you have to do is ask.” “Ask?” “Make a deal with me and I’ll get you out of here, you won’t have to worry about execution.” “A deal?” “What do you say?” 👓 William watched as you broke him out of the tower but the moment that the man stepped out of the building he doubled over “What is happening to me?” “You made a deal with a demon take a guess.” “You tricked me!” “Occupational hazard.”  👓 “You can’t keep doing this.” “Really? I mean where I come from is where people like him belong.” “That is not for you to decide.” “Because it’s for you to decide.” 

William didn’t know what to do with you but you were rather distracting, he would find that his mind wondered back to you at the most inopportune moments and this was one of those moments, with Sebastian trying to kill him. His distraction cost him as he missed Sebastian gearing up for another attack, it was blocked and Sebastian was kicked away from him as you landed crouched on the balls of your feet “Cutlery? Really?” You asked.

“I use what is available to me.” Sebastian said with a smirk as he looked you over. “This one is a demon, Young Master.” 

“Can you kill her?” Your eyes moved to the child wrapped in what looked like the suit coat that Sebastian was wearing.

“Unfortunately it would seem that she is one of the stronger greater demons.” Sebastian answered. “Why are you protecting the Reaper?”

“Well he’s my favourite reaper.” You answered with a shrug.

“You barely know me.” William answered.

“You aren’t that hard to read, Reaper.” You explained.

“I don’t need your help.” He glared and you shrugged.

“One day you’ll appreciate me William.” You winked as you stood up “until next time Sebastian.” 

“You’d be a fool to let her go, it’s rare for Demons like her to show interest in anything other than food.” Sebastian said before grabbing Ciel and leaving, William looked in the direction that you had gone off in before he shook his head, you were a demon there was no reason for him to hold on to you.

Ronald Knox

You’re a Guardian Angel

Bold - You

Normal - Ronald

🕚 The first time that Ronald saw you, you were leaning over his shoulder literally erasing names from the To Die list, he frowned as he watched name after name disappear, eventually he shocked himself out of it and put some distance between you both. 🕚 “What are you?” “A Guardian Angel. You’re a new one aren’t you.” Ronald went back to William and asked him about you, while William didn’t like the subject of conversation he was happy that Ronald was actually interested in his work so he gave him the answers that he wanted. 🕚 Ronald wanted to go back to the place that he had first seen you but the To Die list took him somewhere else, although that never stopped him from taking a detour in the hopes that he would see you again (which was why he was late all the time). 🕚 The next time that you showed up was a day that he actually took one of your charges before you could protect them, he recognised the name but he couldn’t remember why until he heard you speak. 🕚 “Damn! Looks like you got here before I did this time.” You mumbled as you jumped down to the body as he looked through the Cinematic Record, he could hear you comforting the human in their last moments before he made his decision and they died. “Sorry.” He didn’t know why he said it but he did and you smiled before you were gone. 🕚 Years later, he had settled into his role as a Reaper and became accustom to you appearing to take half his work load from him, not that he minded much “why do you only ever bother me?” He asked one day. “Well it’s rare to find a Grim Reaper as Handsome as you.” “No need to flatter me.” “No flattery needed, angels only tell the truth.”  🕚 Ronald took the time to get to know you and when it really counted you were there, you knew of the Phantomhive kid but you had never met him or his demon until the demon tried to kill Ronald on the kids order. Your wings appeared out of nowhere protecting him from the Demon “Y-you have wings?” “I remember telling you I’m a Guardian Angel.” “Won’t you get hurt?” “They’re stronger than they look.”  🕚 From there on your relationship took a more flirty tone, while you both still did your job it became a game to see who was better, sparing matches and flirty back and forths became to tone for everything that you did.

“Hey Ron you know what would be nice?” You asked as you dodge yet another attack before throwing a few feathers and pinning him to the wall behind him. 

“What?” He asked as he tried to pull his arm free.

“To not have to fight you every time that I see you.” You said softly as you appeared in front of him, you face inches from his and he smirked before leaning forward in attempts to connect you lips.

“No, no, no.” You shook your head putting your finger to his lips and moving away from him, you lean forward quickly pressing a kiss with the side of his lips before winking and taking his list from his breast pocket as you started erasing names, you tucked the list back where you found it before smiling “you’ll have to pin me down if you really want to kiss me.” 

“Trust me I will.” He winked as he blew you a kiss with his free hand as you head to the edge of the roof that you were both on.

“Until next time pretty boy.” You said as you disappeared.

“Until next time Angel.” He said softly as he finally pulled his arm free before sighing “there goes another suit.”

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TRAP SPRUNG

Ronald Knox was literally a Catholic priest who was very smart and wrote a lot about all kinds of things. One of the things he wrote, as a joke (you can find it in collections of his 'Satires') was an essay set in a world where people had religious-faction-style debates about the silly detective stories that came out in the Strand magazine every month. In the essay he made up the names of some scholars, and some arguments they were having: Is the Holmes who comes back from the Falls actually the same person? Were all the stories written by the same Watson or are some fakes, produced later? Did 'Gloria Scott' really happen, given that you aren't allowed to have dogs at university?

The joke here is 'this is what us religious scholars do with the Bible, but imagine if some people did it with this thing that's the equivalent of Saturday morning cartoons'.

In 2023 nobody gets the joke because WE'RE ALL ALREADY DOING THAT -

I think about the Rex Stout "Watson was a woman" rant every fucking day. I have introduced (or plan to introduce) all my friends to it, indiscriminately, you don't even have to like sherlock holmes. I quote it frequently. never have I ever been so moved by fandom nonsense in my LIFE. that man was having 2014 tumblr discourse in 1942 and you know what I admire him for it. absolutely mad. the quote "the most mystical number, namely seven" rattles around in my brain constantly. I am not keeping my chairs, lads

[married-to-google-translater]

YANDERE RONALD KNOX HEADCANON

Ronald is a manipulative and delusional yandere.

He will probably meet you at some party and fall in love with you quickly.

It feels like everything is happening very fast first you are friends, then you reject his confession of love and finally you wake up from a strange room next to Ronald who firmly believes he is your boyfriend.

And Ronald really doesn’t understand what the word no mean.

He firmly knocks that you are his partner and the two of you are in a loving relationship.

Ronald doesn't want to let you out because he's afraid that people, demons or the Holy Spirit could hurt you.

( He's a little paranoid Ronald won’t really let you go out)

He’s trying to manipulate you into believing that the two of you are in a relationship and might try to plant false memories in your head.

Ronald would often talk about you to his co-workers when you were the seventh wonder in the world.

He once introduced you to his co-workers and it didn’t go as he would have liked.

Grell: So this is your partner?

Ronald: Yes *proud smile*

Grell: Why do they keep a sign that says "Help this man kidnap me and pretend to be my boyfriend"?

Ronald: What? *see sign* This is their way of joking *nervous laugh*

Ronald really doesn’t want to get extra paperwork so he won’t bring you to work anymore

He doesn’t usually punish you and his worst punishment is isolation.

Stockholmol syndrome is sure to come quickly when you spend time with him

And Ronald is happy about it

[and-justice-for-zoisite]

𝓣𝔀𝓸 𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓼 (𝑅𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒹 𝒦𝓃𝑜𝓍 𝓍 𝑀𝒾𝒸𝒽𝒶𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓈! 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇)

Another Wattpad teaser! I’ll give you the full first chapter for this one, since it’s hard to grasp the story without it. I do hope you all end up enjoying it!

Summary: Being the daughter to a demon butler came with many restrictions to (Y/n) Michaelis's life, but none that affected her as much as when she came into contact with the Grim Reaper Ronald Knox. At first, she promised herself that she wouldn't be fooled by his charming demeanor. But any lady who comes across him is bound to fall into his web, and what is she to do when demon's and grim reaper's are sworn enemies?

~

What a day the two gardeners of the Phantomhive Manor had had. What a painfully long and tiresome day.

Their orders for the day were to plant the knew shipping of flowers that had been brought into the estate from the other side of the country, and for some strange reason there was close to a thousand separate flowers. What motive Lord Phantomhive had for having so many flowers in his estate's garden was left a mystery, and his two gardeners were to suffer in the English heat as they worked against their will.

Now that it was sundown, they'd decided to take a break, considering they had so little energy and so little flowers left to plant. Who was 'they', you ask? Their names were Finnian and (Y/n).

With an unnecessarily loud sigh shared between the two of them, they flopped onto a nearby bench, and took a moment to gather themselves. They rested even though they knew that they weren't supposed to on account of the consequences that would follow for taking an unscheduled break. These consequences would be provided by the Head Butler, (Y/n)'s father, Sebastian Michaelis. And (Y/n) knew that just because she was his daughter, he wouldn't go any easier on her.

"Man...I'm beat. And we're not even done yet," Finny whined in his thick british accent as he wiped the sweat from his forehead in a single swift movement. "I'm still baffled as to why the Young Master had so many flowers shipped to the manor, it's almost as if he has a death wish to us," (Y/n) sighed in her slightly more formal accent as she slowly stretched her arms out in front of herself before letting them simply fall onto the wooden table before her, "While they are a rather beautiful touch to the garden, they are also much too much work in my opinion." "Yeah...and just think about the maintenance as well. We'll get halfway through watering them all and we'll drop dead," Finny joked in a worn out voice, leaning back against the table as he let his hand fall over his face.

(Y/n) thought about that statement. While she knew it was simply a joke, she couldn't help but think about how ironic that was, considering the fact that she was a demon and demon's simply couldn't just 'drop dead'. But you'd also think that if she's a demon, she'd be more than capable of taking care of a garden as large as the one they were in the process of making. That was incorrect. (Y/n) was only young, and was still trying to get a hold of her own powers. While she was graceful, and talented, like her father, big projects such as the garden were a bit overwhelming for her powers.

"Well, we better get back to work. If father catches us, he'll give us hell-"

"And it is hell you are about to receive."

(Y/n) and Finnian whipped their heads around violently upon hearing a voice with a statement that they wish they hadn't. Standing by one of the doors to the Manor was the Head Butler, Sebastian Michaelis, looking as if he hadn't done a single second of work. But (Y/n) knew he had, he was just efficient that way. Upon his face was a rather stern look, he very much disliked seeing servants slack off, especially when it was his daughter, whom he had very high expectations of. But what he didn't understand was that they had done honest work, and very much deserved a break.

"You're supposed to be planting the last of the new shipment of flowers, yet what I've come to find is that the two of you have skived off that last duty and it seems that you seek to circumvent it," He said in a serious tone as he approached the two, slowly, intimidatingly, before he stopped in front of them and crossed his arms, "I do wish for an explanation if you have one."

(Y/n) would be lying if she said she wasn't intimidated by her father. Just because she, herself was a demon, it didn't mean she didn't feel threatened whenever he gave her that closed eyed smirk, or when he glared daggers at her. Because not only was he superior in terms of status, but he was also superior in terms of power.

"M-my apologies Father...we were taking a short break, considering the fact that we've worked the entire day without a single break, and..." She held up her bare hands. They were cut up from the thorns of the roses, bruised from the tools she used and dirty for reasons that are obvious, "...I forgot to hang out my gloves after washing them yesterday, a-and my hands have taken quite the toll." Sebastian's tone softened slightly, and he uncrossed his arms. "That was rather imprudent of you, my dear," He sighed, a small smile coming to his lips as he approached his daughter, placing an arm around her shoulder. She leaned into him tiredly, and he found it in him to not reproach the two of them for the day. They were weary, and he knew better than to work his fellow servants beyond their capabilities. "Alright then, I suppose I can spare you both the lecture," He decided as he drew short circles on (Y/n)'s shoulder with his hand, "It's best you two come inside, it is getting dark after all. Your evening chores await you."

"Yes sir," The two gardeners sighed as they hopped up from off the bench and began inside, alongside Sebastian.

They were relieved to know that their big day was nearly over. All that was left to do was a few small chores about the Manor and they'd finally be able to take a bath and go to bed. And luckily enough for (Y/n), she had a caring father who was willing to clean up the small injuries that her hands bared from the hard day of work, even though it was her fault that they were even present in the first place. But then again, what kind of a butler would he be if he couldn't fix his own daughter's simple injuries up?

~

"You really should learn to be a little less impetuous, (Y/n)," Sebastian sighed as he ran a warm, wet cloth over the said, (Y/n)'s, hands, sat beside her at a table in the servants quarters with his chair facing hers. "I wouldn't call it being impetuous, father. I'm just...a little neglectful, maybe," She debated in a soft, tired voice, staring down at her hands as Sebastian worked on fixing them. "In saying that, there's a fine line between being impetuous and being neglectful. In my opinion, it'd be best if you were neither," He demurred as he placed the cloth on the table before picking up a pair of silver tweezers and letting the girl's hands rest in his lap, now looking to pull out any splinters he could find, "But you know that I love you no matter what, don't you?" (Y/n) let a small smile grace her lips as her eyes moved from her hands to her father. "Of course, I probably wouldn't be here if you didn't, considering the young master didn't seem to like me very much in the beginning."

That was no lie. The Earl Ciel Phantomhive didn't at all like the idea of a second demon in the household, he found it far too troublesome and nearly forced Sebastian to disown his daughter. But when (Y/n) presented him with her elegance and skill, he became less reluctant, and now seemed to favor her of all servants. Strange but...she didn't mind the perks that came of being the favorite.

"Yet now he seems to favor you of all of us. Children can be so indecisive, it certainly makes my life rather difficult," Sebastian sighed, having finished pulling all of the little splinters he could find from the girl's skin, now cleaning it once more before beginning to apply band-aids. "That's what you get for making a contract with a brat, father," (Y/n) teased, the man chuckling softly as he continued to wrap band-aids around her fingers. "Don't let him hear you say that, or next thing you know you'll have a few darts and a tea cup hurtling toward you," Sebastian jested as he applied the last band-aid, the father and daughter sharing a short burst of laughter before he packed up the small amount of medical equipment.

"Now, you best begin your evening chores, dear. Help Mey-rin with the washing, and remember to hang your gloves out this time," He said as he pushed the hair away from (Y/n)'s forehead before leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to the space above her eyes, "Daddy loves you, kitten. Now off you go." (Y/n) smiled sweetly as she stood up, kissed her hand and then placed it upon her father's head, letting it 'sink in' before she took her hand back and began out, ready to begin her evening chores as per usual.

~

(Y/n) let out a long, drawn out sigh as she allowed herself to sink into the warm waters that the bath in the servant's quarter's held, enjoying the way the heat loosened up her tense joints and muscles. It was always the warm bath at the end of the day that the she-demon looked forward to the most, it was her chance to think while she was in a relaxed state of mind. But today, it seemed a little less relaxing. Since Sebastian had covered her hands in band-aids, courtesy of the cuts the roses provided, she had to keep her hands out of the water. And if that wasn't bad enough, a sort of demon 'growing pain' was starting to cause her grief.

Present upon the back of (Y/n)'s left hand was what appeared to be a splotchy red sort of rash type thing. But upon further inspection, it seemed to be in the shape of a pentagram, one that would soon match the one present on Sebastian's left hand. Since she was nearly old enough to have the ability to form contracts with humans, her Faustian symbol was beginning to show through her skin. It was a painful process, but Sebastian assured her that it wouldn't last too long. Once it fully appeared, she was told she'd have to wear gloves constantly, which wouldn't be too much of an issue considering she is one of the two gardeners of the Phantomhive Estate.

Her eyes glowed crimson as they wandered over the appearing mark upon (Y/n)'s hand. Sometimes she saw it as a blessing, sometimes she saw it as a curse. Why? Well, sometimes she liked to imagine what it would've been like if she was born into a human family. She'd have been able to enjoy the simpler things in life, like wearing pretty dresses and owning pretty items. But it wasn't like that at all. She had a sadistic father who enjoyed watching human's go corrupt and tear each other's throats out, and that's what her 190 000 years of living was subjected to. Watching humans start wars and kill each other over the most petty things. But that was where (Y/n) saw it as a blessing. Being a demon meant that she had proper control over her emotions and thoughts, unlike humans who are too complex for their own good. She didn't have to worry about going corrupt, because no demon ever had, and no demon ever would.

"(Y/n), are you done in there yet? I'm still covered in dirt."

(Y/n)'s thoughts were interrupted by the familiar voice of her fellow gardener, Finny, who was present on the other side of the bathroom door, clearly eager to have a bath as well. She realized that she must've lost track of time, she did that a lot when it came to her thoughts. "Oh-I'm sorry Finny, I'll be out in just a second," She apologised as she stood up in the bath, the water splashing slightly as she stepped out and grabbed her towel. Once she had dried herself, (Y/n) realized that she had forgotten her clothes. It seemed that her absent-mindedness was getting worse by the minute, and she quietly scolded herself before she tended to the door and met Finny on the other side. When he noticed that she didn't have any clothes, he laughed. "Forget your clothes again, huh?" He teased, the girl blushing in embarrassment as she tightened the towel. "Just another bad habit I need to drop. Anyways," She got around him and began pushing him into the bathroom, "get in there. You sir, are stinky." Quickly closing the door behind Finny, (Y/n) sighed before she began making her way toward the room she shared with Mey-rin, hoping to get there without bumping into anyone so she could at least keep a little bit of her dignity.

Luckily for her, (Y/n) managed to get to her room without the embarrassment of meeting someone else on her way, and as fast as she could, she got dressed into her white silk night gown, purely because she wanted to get into bed as soon as possible. But not all she wanted to achieve that night was sleep. No, not at all. Her plans were a little more complex than that...

~

2:34 am.

Now was her chance.

Her chance for what?

(Y/n)'s chance to sneak out of the manor and stretch her wings.

The girl had gained the ability of flight not too long ago, when she had to endure another lot of demon growing pains that were much worse than her contract pains, as her wings grew and spouted from her back. They were beautiful black feathered wings, much like a raven's wings, and she could pull them in and out of her back at will. She was yet to gain the ability of full transformation into a raven, like her father could, but she was content with simply the wings for now.

(Y/n) looked across the room at Mey-rin's bed and checked for signs of life. The red haired woman seemed to be out cold, a good thing on (Y/n)'s part as she carefully slid her blanket off and turned so that her feet were now dangling off her bed. Slowly, she let her feet down to the wooden floor, making sure to avoid any squeaky spots as she took to her feet and began tip-toeing as quickly and quietly as she could out the door. Once she had made it out of her room successfully, she stood still for a moment, listening out for any movement that would give her away. Demon's have extremely sharp hearing, and that was both an advantage and a disadvantage for (Y/n) in that moment, considering that if she made even the smallest noise then her father would catch her sneaking out. And if that happened, then she'd be in more trouble than she could ever imagine.

When she didn't hear anything, (Y/n) continued down the hallways of the servants quarters, and within a few good minutes, made it to one of the exits. She let herself wonder out into the garden to give herself some space, and once she was in the very center of it all, she knelt down so that she was closer to the ground. Reaching behind herself, her hands found the buttons to her nightgown and were now unbuttoning it, leaving it at halfway before they returned to in front of her and rested palms down on the grassy ground. She knew the next bit would hurt, but only a little bit. So, (Y/n) closed her eyes, and gave her mind entirely to the thought of flight. Within only a few seconds did she feel the dull pain of her wings beginning to push through her skin. They were slow to surface, but as soon as they had, they burst out magnificently, a few black feathers flying about as the two beautiful wings curled around the woman who they belonged to. Immediately did the pain go away, and immediately was she ready to take to the skies.

And so she did. (Y/n) shot into the sky like a spear in thrown in battle with sheer force, her feathered wings flapping majestically against the wind as she gained height. And eventually, she found herself high enough to see the town she lived near, and that was where she was currently headed. She liked watching over the town at night - or rather, early in the morning. It was interesting to see who was still awake, what they were doing, what their lives consisted of. And she liked to make sure that everyone who wondered around at such a dangerous hour was safe, even though she was raised to be sadistic and to enjoy the suffering of humans. She didn't know why she felt the need to protect any humans in danger, especially since that job already belonged to angels. She thought that maybe she was bored, and took it as a hobby. But there was definitely something deeper to it...

(Y/n) took her landing on the roof of a large building, one she came to recognize as a doctor's surgery that specialized in ophthalmology and ocular treatment. She walked past it every time she was ordered to run errands for the Young Master, errands such as buying groceries and the local newspaper. And every time she did, she always saw the same young man leaving for what she assumed was his lunch break. She'd also see him leaving at this time in the morning, because of his late shift. Whenever she saw him, he always looked the same. Disheveled, tired, and in need of a decent rest, something she figured he hadn't had in a while. To others, he appeared very average, very ordinary. But to (Y/n), he was quite handsome, quite interesting. His hair was a cocoa shade of brown, his eyes a light hazel, and his skin was pale, and almost like porcelain.

Ah, speak of the devil...

From within the entrance of the building came the very man she had been thinking of. She could see this because she was sat at the very edge, looking over and down to the front of the large structure. At first, she could only see him from a birds-eye view. But within a few moments, she could make out his entire body with his back turned to her. She wondered, what did this man do outside of work? Did he have any hobbies? Any dreams? A family? She didn't know his name either. While all of this information would be useless to her, she was simply curious, and she knew that once she found out this information, she'd simply find another human that caught her eye.

The brunette man had turned a corner, and moved onto the next street, so naturally she followed. As quietly as she possible could, (Y/n) leaped from building to building, graceful, elegant, charming, like a raven. She didn't let him out of her sight, determined to make sure he made it home, safe and unharmed. He was doing well at that, but what he hadn't noticed was the two vagrant men in one of the alleyways he was about to walk by. And unfortunately for him, one of them had a knife.

"Look who we 'ave here," Said one of the slimy old vagabonds as he and his friend crept out from their dark hideaway, his shiny bald head greased with the remaining grey hair that circled around his head and his clothes torn and stained with blood and beer. The second lad looked to be a tad younger than the first one, possibly even younger than the man they were about to mug, considering there were no wrinkles present on his face and his head was thronged with dirty brown hair that went down to just above his shoulders. It was unfortunate that someone so young was subjected to live such a life, being forced to steal from others off the streets just to survive. And while it was unfortunate, there was little that could be done about it. "What's a pathetic little poofter like you doin' walkin' round this late at night?" The young lad asked, the two men backing the brunette into the exterior of the shop they had just been hiding beside. "P-please...I don't want any trouble..." He begged in a quivering voice, having finally met the shop wall with his back. He had a small Irish lilt to his otherwise traditionally british accent, and his voice seemed kind and gentle. "We don't want any trouble either," The older man stated as he reached a hand into his disheveled coat, pulling out an item that made the victim's blood run cold, "so why don't you just hand us a bit of cash and we'll be on our way, hey?" The brunette could see his own reflection in the knife, gulping down a build up of his own saliva as he clawed at his sides for his wallet. However, he found that it wasn't on him. He must've left it in his office, this wouldn't be the first time for such a scenario to occur, but it was unfortunate that these were the circumstances in which it happened again. "I...I'm sorry, I don't have my wallet on me...I must've left it at work..." He apologised, the two other men looking between each other before their eyes landed back on their victim. "Well, that just won't do then," the older one sighed as he cleaned his knife with his shirt, "Jimmy, what do we do with people who won't cooperate?" "We beat em' in and stab the bloody hell out of em'!!" The younger man screamed as they began chasing the brunette down the street.

He ran for his life, faster than (Y/n) had ever seen him before. She wanted to help but she needed a little more space between the two groups before she could jump in and save him. However, that wasn't happening any time soon, since the homeless men were catching up to the ophthalmologist quick. No matter how loud he screamed for help, no one heard him, no one lived on the street he was running down, it was all just shops. The hope he had that someone would also be on their late shift quickly burnt out as he found himself cornered in an alleyway, much like the one the two men had come out of, but closer to his work place. They were creeping up to him like a pair of hungry lions who hadn't eaten in days, although (Y/n) wouldn't doubt that as a possibility.

She couldn't take it, he was about to die, and she'd gotten way too invested in his life to just see him disappear just like that. So, she stretched her wings out and dived down, planting her feet in front of the man and immediately bringing shock to all three of them. Their eyes were widened with fear, their jaws were dropped as far down as they go, and that's all she saw before the sound of a chainsaw and another garden appliance became evident and suddenly everything went black.

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"Oh dear, Sebastian's going to kill me!"

(Y/n) was woken to the sound of a familiar voice, but when she opened her eyes, that voice didn't match the face that she was met with. There was a man, dark roots with blonde hair and thick black framed glasses. He was clad in a suit as far as she could see, but what was familiar about him was the color of his eyes. A fluorescent yellow-green. She'd seen the same color of eye on a friend of hers, Grell Sutcliffe, and that could mean only one thing.

He was a Grim Reaper.

"You 'right, love?" The man asked in his thick British accent, (Y/n)'s eyes moving to take in whatever other surroundings that happened to be sitting by her.

She found that she was lying on the ground in the very same alley she'd saved the brunette man in. However, there was no sign of him, only the unfamiliar grim reaper, and Grell who had joined the man in kneeling on the ground and staring at the girl, making sure she was okay.

"...w-what...happened?" She managed to croak, the blonde taking to grabbing her hands gently as he helped her into a sitting position. "I was about to reap that man's soul, he was to be stabbed by those other two men. But you beat us to them, and also took my death scythe to your head, which I'm surprised didn't kill you," he explained, (Y/n) rubbing her head as she groaned softly. "She is a demon, Ronald," Grell pointed out as he placed a comforting hand on her back and rubbed gentle circles against her nightgown. Her hands moved from her forehead to her eyes, and she rubbed them back to a more aware state, but not before a realization came to mind. "You guys were going to...kill him?" She asked, the so called Ronald shaking his head as he flicked his cowlick out of his eyes. "No, they were going to kill him. We were only here to reap his soul," he clarified, pushing the hair out of her face in an awfully friendly manner as he examined the large bruise that bordered over her hairline, "I daresay, Mr Spears is gonna be giving us a hefty pile of overtime for this one, Mr Sutcliffe. Especially for letting a demon interfere." "We won't tell him. He won't go as hard on us if we don't mention (Y/n). We should've been more careful anyways, she's only young," Grell decided, wrapping his arm around the lady and giving her a loving squeeze, "we'll just say that someone was passing by and was able to save him just in time, it's not like that's an impossible scenario." "You really think he'll believe us?" Ronald asked his superior, the red-haired man shrugging as he let (Y/n) rest her head on his shoulder. "Why not? It's worth a try," he said, Ronald sighing as he noticed the way the lady present looked quite out of it. "Yeah, okay. But we best get this little lady home, she doesn't look too well," he suggested, Grell nodding as he scooped her up into his arms and the two men stood.

(Y/n) was very well out of it. It may have seemed unusual for a demon to be affected by something as insignificant as a concussion, but she was only young, and after all, it was a death scythe that induced the sensation. She simply let her eyes rest as she felt occasional bumps and the small fishes of the icy night breeze. It all seemed like a flash before she found herself in bed once again, forgetting the events of that night but only while she slept.

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Ronald found himself deep in thought when he and his superior left the Phantomhive manor, intending on heading back to the Grim Reaper Dispatch Center. He'd seen plenty of good looking women in his lifetime, human and reaper, but he had never seen a woman as memorably beautiful as her. But, heaven forbid he would be attracted to a demon. I mean, Grell was, but that man was quite the nut case, and Ronald wasn't sure that he wanted to live up to that example. However, those thoughts didn't stop him from acting on curious urges.

"What did you say her name was?" Ronald asked, his hands gripped tight on the handles of his lawnmower as he pushed it to allow Grell to keep up with him. "(Y/n) Michaelis, she's Bassy's daughter. We're good friends although her father doesn't approve," the redhead explained, flicking a long strand of blood red hair from his face. "Hm, a lovely bird she was. Quite the looker. Too bad she's demon," Ronald sighed, almost disappointingly which was very much unlike him. "I don't think that should be an issue," Grell suggested, the blonde giving him a strange look before they simply continued on their way in silence.

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If you did end up enjoying the first chapter, you can find my profile at @/sodapop_ramen and the story here.

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Ronald Knox flirting with a closeted gay man whose terrified of being found out?

@miyakokurono helped me out so~ much with this request!! italicised are ones that she wrote - I’ve left them as she gave them to me. Thank you so, so much for helping me out, love! This request had me stumped :D

 Given the victorians who are incredibly prudish to any form of pda or the slightest nigglingg of sexual intent, they would well and truly turn their nose down. Especially if they were of nobility

However there was such things known as Molly houses, which were essentially gay clubs for closeted gay men. And the door would usually be answered with how’s the wife. Followed by the response she’s at home

Because many many gay men used to claim to have a wife in order to avoid being killed simply for being gay (I.e. Oscar Wild was imprisioned for 13 years simply because he kissed and shared a bed with another guy)

So if Ronald was to flirt with a closeted gay man, I’d say he’d either have to meet him at a Molly house or get him drunk to the point in which he no longer cared (albeit in private)

And I THINK HE WOULD BE UNDERSTANDING TO A POINT, BUT AFTER A FEW GLASSES OF CHAMPAGNE HE WOULD THROW CAUTION TO THE WIND AND PROBABLY KISS THE PERSON HES AFTER IF HE WAS FEELING SEXY ENOUGH. But his approach would be subtle at first maybe a little slide up to him at the bar like hey can I buy you a drink, and causally brush his interests hand, and get him talking about himself. Letting the conversation grow steadily and then he would spicy it up a little bit, until the date was finished, and then he’d leave his date all hot and flustered

As far as your being terrified of being found out, I feel like Ronald would get you a secure booth, and maybe he’d pay handsomely to make sure that your time together stays private - the booth is right at the back, in a secluded room, and the entire area is warded off so that you won’t be overheard because no one can come near you.

He’d be understanding to a point, as @miyakokurono has already said, and he would probably use the champagne to get you to relax while he’s talking to you about yourself.

The conversation would be all about you and getting you to relax - you’re in an area which Ronald knows well, no one is listening, no one will find out, and you’re completely safe.

He hopes to one day have a date with you outside of a Molly House, but until such a time; that specific secluded room becomes your place!

Ronald Knox: @lemonade-of-gods

Black Butler: @theoriginalgodsgirlrachel @ll-kirra-ll @bingewatchingmylifegoby  @sky-the-squirrel @miyakokurono @amoureux-de-la-litterature  @mamahost  @misfitgirlwrites @shamrocklesbian @xiumincancallmebabyanytime @grape-vine @tsukuyomi011 @hagridsbeasts @shingeki-no-julchen @animearmada @daedaliaaan @wolfwithabook @sanity-is-overratedxp  @ohokaybyethen @angel12-us @chill-satan-chill @missingaim @my-aestheticdaydreams @tonsoffanfiction @lyoly @writings-of-a-gen-z @cryptic-trash-cat @hannibalsslut

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ok so im seeing eeeveryone talk abt this art. right?

(fair enough its very adorable. shoutout to grelles bow <33) but i aint seeing NO ONE. talk about THIS ART. in the SAME POST!!!!!

LOOK AT HER SHES FUCKING ADORABLE SHE EVEN HAS ROLLERSKATES SHES GONNA TRIP 24/7 BUT I WOULD LET HER IF SHES GONNA LOOK THAT GODDAMN CUTE

[yandereaffections]

For Yan!alphabeth, can I have L,M,U,Y with Ronald(Black Butler)?

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Ronald, as you can tell, is a very flirtatious man who's quite confident when chatting with other gals and fellas up til the very moment he leaves, ready to collect the souls who's time has come in the area. However this basically gets thrown out the window when he finds himself falling for you

He's nowhere near as collected as he used to be simply having fun teasing good looking people, he blames you on how he's suddenly tripping over himself even a while after having a rather awkward conversation with you in an attempt to learn more about the person who stole his dead heart. Everytime he gets the chance you're met with the blond reaper acting like such a gentleman despite how he might almost physically fall Infront of you from losing his footing and what not, if anything it seems to add to his overall goofball charms you seem to enjoy

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Ronald might seem to have a straighter posture at work with a mind for going about his business but the moment he sees you once again he can feel it all melt away, a major annoyance for whichever reaper assigned to his side.

If he ever gets the luxury of getting time with you alone you'll see him truly as he is within time, a heart broken man who never expected to feel the same type of love he is now, which he will pursue no matter what human or supernatural obstacles are in his way

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

As a reaper he isn't really involved with the human world in any way that isn't their death, therefore having a place to keep you is beyond his capabilities if he ever considers kidnapping. He lets you wander freely, doing his best to ignore the screaming voice in the back of his head that he must keep you away from any possible rivals, that you'll leave him once you have the chance, as long as he gets to lay back in your arms after a harsh day of collecting souls he'll never make a single threat to try and feel in control

Instead of capturing you Ronald will mow down anyone you take home with you in a romantic or sexual way, making their corpse a clear message that there will be no one but him for you to love in the end

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

This simp can trail after you for quite awhile before making it clear that whether you like it or not he'll be the one you love. Simply being a friend or a potential partner in your eyes, Ronald wouldn't much mind as long as he knew there was a possibility of getting closer

The second he sees you adoring a crush of yours or bring your newest significant other to meet him best believe you'll lose that loved one in less than a day. The moment the target leaves your home they're slaughtered on the streets of London only for you to be meet with his blood covered face at the news of their death, Ronald can't have his dearest with anyone else but him