#sebastian x grelle x angelina

[blondeaxolotl]

Do. Do you think since you shipped sebastian x grelle x othello, sebastian x butler grelle and madam red could be possible?? 😳

I say it's possible once again Grell has two hands except in this case both of her partners are at eachothers throats and sometimes don't want to share (they're good friends)

Also doodle inspired by my friend's (@pop-roxs) message because it was so funny to me and also gave me the idea on what to draw for this ask, ty Water <3

[grim-glasses]

Absolutely unhinged Grelliam rambling

(To save time, please assume that each paragraph begins with "in my opinion" because this isn't a meta post, I'm not trying to be like "omg they're endgame and this is Yana's vision" I'm mostly talking about my creative process and the transformative nature of fanworks. My fanworks specifically.

Note: The Tale of Will the Reaper does not exist to me. I Do Not See It.

Not sure if I'm just experiencing Visions or what but I do think that Grelliam could be endgame with quite honestly only very small amounts of character development

I was struggling with writing the ship for a while because I really liked it but as it stands Will and Grell have like 0 chemistry and really REALLY fall into that 2010s-era "sexually inappropriate dumbass x emotionally stunted asshole who beats the shit out of them & we're supposed to find this cute and funny because it's the 2010s" dynamic

So I was really struggling finding a way to like. write that dynamic in a deep, meaningful way. Because in order to do that, you have to take it seriously, I think? You either have to take it seriously and consider them a couple that is uncomfortable with each other or dial it back into something you can work with.

The problem is, as side characters, if you take that away, there's nothing left. Grell is just some weirdo with a crush and Will is. wallpaper.

The only solution, thus, is to develop it. And I finally "solved" Grelliam in a way that works for me.

You seeee, I initially thought Will was The Problem. So naturally, if I crafted some sort of scenario in my head where he changed to accept and reciprocate Grell's feelings, that should fix it, right?

Wrong.

The problem was, I still didn't believe it.

It didn't work for me at all.

Even if you headcanon him as demi, which I do, there's still this strange sense of mismatch, that Grell is over-performing in a way, or perhaps... over-compensating?

I sat with this weird Grelliam mismatch for months trying to come up with some fanfic plots, some ideas, something to compel me, but I really could not find any appeal in a love story where only one person is transformed. It turns Will into a problem and Grell into a solution.

But then I realized that Grell is, in fact, also a problem.

Her feelings and expressions are WAY too over-the-top to be believable or even... genuine. I started thinking about what she said to An right before killing her (in the anime, anyway, bc I've watched that scene more than I've read it)

Also I'm paraphrasing because I'm not about to go look up the scene just to get the quote right in some absolutely unhinged Grelliam ramble

But it was something along the lines of "what use are you to me if you're just another woman?"

Because Angelina hesitated to kill Ciel. Because she showed weakness.

From this and Grell's attraction to Sebastian and Will, I think it's fair to draw the conclusion that it's not aloofness she's attracted to, but resolution, stoicism, drive, immovability. We can guess that she's not lithro, because she was in a reciprocated relationship with An.

It's displays of excess emotion and vulnerability that turn her off.

That being said, I don't think she knows just how deep her feelings for Will go. I think she's counting on him to never, ever break. To never cry, to never bleed, to never smile. I think she feels very safe in that.

That needs to go.

I think, the Inciting Grelliam Incident, the moment that shatters the status quo into a million little pieces on the floor, that changes everything

Is

That

Will needs to show some kind of weakness

And Grell needs to keep loving him anyway

I could keep going but I ran out of steam anyway my point is I can write Grelliam now because I finally have an idea of what I want their fucking dynamic to look like

[callmewisteria]

Black Butler Headcanons I Came Up With At 3:30AM

i’ve been working on papers for university, and Black Butler has inspired me a lot lately. so, this is the product of my writing/working on a great amount of Black Butler fanfiction alongside my Fairy Tail and Once Upon A Time fanfictions.

Grelle was born to a wealthy family in her human life, and enjoyed the theatre, and specifically the opera, so much that she joined an opera company. However, she could never get any of the more lead female roles she wanted as she was only ever recognised as a man due to being born male. When she was cast as Romeo in an operatic production of Romeo And Juliet, she actually committed suicide on the last night of the production. This is how she became a reaper.

Ciel enjoys watching butterflys, and had wanted to have a butterfly green house when he was a little kid. His parents, Rachel and Vincent, had planned to have this done for his thirteenth birthday, but they died before this could be achieved.

Undertaker begged Sebastian to tell him jokes every day for two years after the first time he did when he, Ciel, Madame Red, and Grelle came to ask him about the Jack The Ripper murders.

Sebastian enjoys getting his hair professionally done. When Ciel allows him free time, one of the things he likes to do is find a stylist to do his hair. This is because he enjoys the scalp massages, as well as the fact that he can get it done whenever he likes, since he can regrow his hair whenever he wants to.

Ciel learnt to oil paint before the death of his parents. Rachel had begun to teach him when he was around three years old. He enjoyed it so much that he became incredibly good at it, though he did not do it after the death of his parents, because he could only think of them when he tried. He ended up snapping his brushes, and had the few of his paintings that survived be hidden after his parents died because he could not bear to look at them anymore.

Shortly before her death, Rachel found some of the written but never sent love letters her sister, Angelina, had for Vincent. Ann was out of town for a few days to visit a patient in the country, and had asked Rachel and Vincent to look over her home. Ciel was with them, but had gone to sleep because it was late. When she had asked Vincent if he had known her sister was in love with him, he said yes, and showed her one of Ann’s letters to him, which had ended with “you consume my waking days, and I will always be happy so long as you are in my life.”

When Ann found out she had miscarried after the carriage accident that killed her husband and nearly killed her, she had been six months pregnant, and demanded to see her dead baby. She broke down upon finally being permitted to, learning she had been pregnant with twin girls. She buried them with their father, and only allowed Rachel and Vincent to attend the funeral.

Grelle had been a knife enthusiast when she was a child, and had been almost giddy when she had learnt she would have a death scythe as a reaper. She just about fainted from excitement when she learnt she was allowed to customise it however she wanted. Her first design was for it to have whirring knives everywhere, but one of them flew off and hit another reaper in the face. She decided on the chainsaw design after being told she could not include knives on her death scythe.

Ciel found out he was allergic to cats after he tried to carry one home to the manor. All was well until the cat got spooked and scratched him up in the face. Angelina, who was visiting at the time, had to help fix him up, amongst the chaos of the frantic Rachel and Vincent.

Grelle had never been able to fall in love until she met Ann. Her biggest fear had been that Ann would reject her once she learnt that Grelle had been born male. However, Ann was the first person to accept Grelle as a woman, and her (secret) girlfriend. Even though Grelle killed her, because they both confessed their love for each other as she died, the last thing she remembered was being with her love. Grelle struggled to feel such passionate and unwavering love afterwards, wondering if something were wrong with her.

Ann and Grelle both knew that, if caught, there was a chance Ann would be handed over to the authorities, and subsequently executed for their crimes. When Ann couldn’t bring herself to kill Ciel, it was an act of suicide, and so, when Grelle lashed out and killed her, Ann committed suicide. She wandered aimlessly and frightened for years as a reaper, discombobulated, and frightened by whatever awaited her on the outside whenever she had to reap. After several years, however, she and Grelle were reunited by chance, and were able to rekindle their romance.

Sebastian’s distaste for Grelle stemmed not only for her being a reaper and the crimes she committed with Ann, but from her overly theatrical personality. He was not shocked, but disappointed, when he eventually learnt that Grelle had been a part of the opera in her human life.

Ciel despises all holidays, and becomes infuriated when anyone, even the queen, brings them up in his presence.

Sebastian once fell through the ceiling after an accident with the other servants of the Phantomhive manor. Ciel laughed, not particularly annoyed by the disturbance because of how absolutely ridiculous Sebastian looked in the process of getting back up while the other servants panicked.

Ciel had a replica of his favourite childhood toy made after his return to the manor. While secretive about it, he holds it tightly to his chest every night when he goes to sleep. For Ciel’s sake, Sebastian pretends to be completely unaware of this.

Sebastian has a very low tolerance for spice, and gets annoyed whenever it becomes apparent to anyone else. Ciel is greatly amused by this.

Grelle secretly attended Ann’s funeral, and, in a moment where she was able to be alone with her, laid in her coffin with her. She hugged her, and took a short nap beside her one last time. When she woke up upon hearing people coming, she kissed Ann one last time before disappearing to, distractedly, carry out her work for the day as a reaper.

William made the mistake of trying to bribe Grelle by temporarily stealing the coat she took from Ann after killing her. Grelle went absolutely berserk, and William never brought up the subject of what happened that night, or Grelle’s obsession with the coat again.

Grelle took Ann’s coat because she could not bear to go through her life as a reaper without something of the woman who taught her how to love fully, and fearlessly.

Vincent always enjoyed doing his wife’s hair, and Rachel indulged him though he was not particularly good at it. He knew it, but kept doing it anyways when he realised it always made Ciel smile and laugh.

After becoming a reaper, Grelle taught herself all of the instruments she wished she could have learnt while in her human life, including the violin, guitar, piano, and harp. Though few people knew about it, one of Ann’s favourite things was watching and listening to Grelle sing and play her instruments.

Ciel had always loved poetry from the day he learnt to read when he was around three years old. After the death of his parents, he grew quite attached to the work of Edgar Allan Poe, and always carries a copy of his three favourite poems in his pockets.

Sebastian secretly keeps a small army of cats in the basement of the Phantomhive manor, sneaking off to play with and care for them every chance he gets. Ciel is completely unaware of this because of how meticulous Sebastian is about hiding it.

Rachel once punched a man in the streets before hitting him with her parasol for attempting to kidnap Ciel for ransom when he was about seven. No one in London ever tried to mess with her again.

Rachel had longed to be a ballerina as a child, and, though she was never able to perform as part of a company, Vincent learnt to dance Swan Lake with her, and they would do it themselves every so often when they were alone because he adored how happy it made her.

Grelle likes throwing axes. Not at people, just trees and inanimate objects. All of the other reapers find this particular hobby of hers to be rather bizarre, but don’t question it out of the slight fear that she will start throwing axes randomly at them, seemingly out of nowhere.

Grelle takes halloween almost too seriously. Ciel is quickly exasperated by it, and Sebastian often finds it to be somewhat frightening.

Undertaker once brought a coffin to the Phantomhive Manor with Grelle inside as a prank. Grelle nearly scared the living daylights out of Ciel and Sebastian, and informed Sebastian that it was his ride to the next world, and it had a hole in the bottom if he weren't quite ready to go. Sebastian then told Grelle he was grateful that he would never see her in hell.

Undertaker is obsessed with drinking copious amounts of lemonade. No one knows why, and everyone is too afraid to ask.

[psycakes]

grell kisses bc everyone deserves a grell smooch

commissions

[thestarsofthenight]

Chapter 5: A Fine Laugh is the Best Medicine

Fandom: Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler

Pairings: mainly Ciel Phantomhive/Elizabeth Midford

Summary: “There is nothing more ridiculous than living in a country in which an orange-skinned man won an election,” Francis had said, ending the Midfords four-year-long stay in the USA. Three days later, Elizabeth lives in gloomy London, wishing to be back in sunny LA, when a murder case suddenly turns her life upside down, entangling her with Ciel Phantomhive, his duty to the crown, and his school-intern detective agency…

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“I love people who make me laugh. I honestly think it’s the thing I like most, to laugh. It cures a multitude of ills. It’s probably the most important thing in a person.”

― Audrey Hepburn

London, England, United Kingdom – November 2016

That was not what Elizabeth had awaited.

After seeing the look on Ciel’s face and hearing his ominous words, she had braced herself to go to a very strange place – like something resembling a witch’s house. But now, she and the others were standing in front of St Bartholomew’s Hospital – the oldest hospital in Great Britain, having been founded in 1123.

“I thought that we would go somewhere odd,” Elizabeth told Ciel while they entered the building through the back door.

“The place is not odd,” he answered her, not looking at her but keeping his eyes in front of him. “The person we are about to meet, however, is.”

They headed downstairs, and people who saw them only glanced at them before continuing to where they had to go. The hospital staff had indeed got used to seeing a twelve- or thirteen-year-old boy wandering around these halls, flanked by a weirdly mixed group of adults. If anyone of them was surprised to see Elizabeth, they did a magnificent job not to show it.

Elizabeth followed Ciel and the others into Barts’ morgue – a huge room in a sickening white with the doors of the containers on the walls and tables resembling operating ones here and there. Except them, there was nobody else in the room.

“I am not in the mood for your silly games, Undertaker,” Ciel said into the room, and Elizabeth raised an eyebrow at his words.

“Hi hi. I knew that you would come~” suddenly came a voice from somewhere around the room, interrupting Elizabeth who had just wanted to ask Ciel why the person they were here to meet was called “Undertaker.”

“Welcome, Earl…” continued the eerie voice, and one of the container doors opened. “Do you want to see how it feels to sleep in a container?”

Elizabeth got goose bumps when she saw a tall man with long silvery grey hair crawling out of the container. How morbid – a living person in a place for the dead.

The man wore a black suit which was a little bit too big for him and a black hat. The bangs of his hair were so long and unruly that they covered most of his face, but she could still see a scar running over his face and the wide grin on his face when he finally stood tall and odd in front of them. A glimpse at Lau, Angelina, and Grelle told Elizabeth that the man’s entrance had scared them more than it had her: They were staring at him with open mouths and Grelle cowered on the ground, completely horrified.

The man seemed to be quite amused by their reaction.

“Like I’ve said: I didn’t come here to play today,” Ciel replied with slight annoyance in his voice.

The strange man walked towards Ciel and pressed a finger against his mouth and only now, Elizabeth could see that he had very long fingernails which had been painted black and wore a ring on his left index finger.

“You don’t need to tell me. I know why you came. With just one look I can tell what is on your mind.” He giggled, and when he saw Elizabeth, his grin widened.

“You brought an interesting girl with you, Earl,” the man said. “And since you went out of your way to visit me, I’ll certainly do everything I can to help.” He walked to the morgue’s exit. “Please take a seat first; I’ll go make tea. It is all right when you sit on the tables. They were cleaned~” With these words, the man left the room.

“And this was…?” Elizabeth said, sitting down next to Ciel. Except for Sebastian who had positioned himself behind his master, Ciel had been the only one not to hesitate to sit down on one of the tables.

“Undertaker, yes,” he replied.

“Why is a forensic pathologist called ‘Undertaker’? I mean that cannot be his real name, right?”

“Because I am primarily a mortician, dearie,” the man, Undertaker, answered Elizabeth’s question when he stepped back into the room, a tray in his hand. “What I do here, I do for fun because I cannot get enough of the beauty of death.”

He offered them bone-shaped biscuits which he had stored in a jar looking like a cinerary urn, and Earl Grey poured into beakers.

He is like a darker version of the Mad Hatter, Elizabeth thought while eating one of the biscuits which were surprisingly quite delicious.

“Now then,” Undertaker started, sitting down himself, “you wanted to know about the Copycat?”

“No, I want to talk about the other prostitute-killing maniac walking around Whitechapel – Leather Bib,” Ciel replied, resulting in Undertaker starting to giggle.

“Sarcasm surely runs in your family, doesn’t it? It is always so refreshing to have a Phantomhive around~”

“If you do not start telling me soon what you have found out, you can as well start working on my funeral.”

“It would be a pleasure to put you in one of my custom-made coffins, Earl, but after the numerous times you have come to me have you forgotten that my services have a price?”

“I see, so that’s how it is. You’re very good at making business, Undertaker,” Lau said, trying to sneak into the conversation like he usually did. “How much money do you want for your information?”

“How much money?!” Undertaker exclaimed and jumped in front of Lau, startling him. His sudden movement and change in tone made Elizabeth flinch. What a Mood Whiplash.

“I don’t want any of the Queen’s money!” Undertaker snapped at Lau before walking back to Ciel, cradling his head in his hands. “Now, then, Earl… I only have one requirement…”

It has to do something with jokes! Elizabeth thought, eagerly watching the scene before her. Ciel implied that, and having got to know Undertaker’s nature it is quite likely!

“Show me a first rate laugh. If you do, no matter what you want to know, I’ll tell you!” Undertaker said with crossed arms.

100 points to Midford House!

“Fu, Earl, if that’s the case, let me handle this,” Lau said, stepping forward. “The sleeping tiger of the Shanghai’s New Year’s party, also referred to as my soul – this should satisfy you!”

And with a triumphant smile on his face, Lau told the lamest joke in the history of jokes in an insanely confident manner. Elizabeth was not even sure if this could still count as a joke as it had been so utterly terrible.

“It looks like he won’t talk, Lau,” Angelina said after recovering from the shock after hearing Lau’s excuse of a joke. “It can’t be helped.” She stepped forward. “Then, I, Madame Red, a beauty of high society, shall make my appearance now! If I ask him, he’ll sure be sure to tell us!”

“Madame!” Grelle yelled from the back, but Angelina already started to talk. Quickly, he covered Elizabeth’s ears, apparently knowing very well what would come now, and she saw Sebastian covering Ciel’s ears as well.

What could be worse than Lau’s “joke”? Elizabeth wondered. After an hour, Undertaker had enough of Angelina’s tale and wrapped a bandage around her mouth to make her shut up. He did the same to Lau – perhaps in the fear that he could make another “joke.”

“Thank you, Mr Sutcliff,” Elizabeth said to Grelle after he removed his hands again. He politely bowed at her.

“I guess it is your turn, Lady,” Undertaker announced, an amused smile on his lips.

“Leave her out,” Ciel interfered.

“Why should I? Let the Lady have her chance – maybe she can make me laugh?” He chuckled.

I am so in trouble, Elizabeth thought. After Ciel had asked her if she knew any good jokes, she had gone through the files in her mind – and had found not a single acceptable one. All she could think of had been silly rabbit jokes.

What do you call a happy rabbit? A hop-timist!

What did the rabbit give his girlfriend? A 14 carrot ring!

What do you call a rabbit transformer? Hop-timus Prime!

And so on.

I cannot tell any of them. But everyone stared at her, and her mind was blocked, and she ultimately blurted out, not forgetting to change her voice for the rabbit parts: “Comes a rabbit to a bakery and asks the baker: ‘Do you have bee sting?’ And the baker answers: ‘Yes, I do have bee sting cake.’ ‘Have to apply ointment.’”

In the silent morgue, the only one who giggled was Grelle.

This is beyond embarrassing – hopefully, this just stays a Big Lipped Alligator Moment.

Undertaker grinned at her. “Cute but not really suitable to cause laughing. You’re the only one left, Earl – it is your turn now.”

“Damn,” Ciel mumbled, but before he could start, Sebastian stepped forward. “It can’t be helped.”

“Sebastian?!” Ciel exclaimed, puzzled, and Undertaker said: “Oh, it’s the butler’s turn now?”

“Everyone, please step outside for a moment. You absolutely must not peek inside,” Sebastian said, and they dutifully obeyed.

Elizabeth, Ciel, Angelina, Grelle, and Lau stood in front of the morgue’s entrance for only a short period before they heard Undertaker’s hysterical laughter through the thick walls.

What has Sebastian done? Elizabeth asked herself when Sebastian opened the door for them and she saw Undertaker lying on the floor, his hair now covering his entire face, and holding his body in laughter.

“I have noticed that there are not enough ‘guests,’” Undertaker said after he had calmed down from his outburst and everyone else was seated on the tables again.

“Not enough?” Sebastian asked.

“Yes, not enough. Internal organs, of course. Don’t you think that the eternally sleeping ‘guests’ that lie in coffins are so cute? My hobby is to take out the organs for research.”

Immediately, Lau, Angelina, and Grelle stared at their beakers, turning white.

“They were autoclaved,” Ciel told them, annoyed.

“Ah, of course, they were,” Lau said with a knowing nod. “It is foolish to assume they weren’t.”

“You have no idea what ‘autoclaved’ means, right?”

Lau smiled confidently at him before he raised his hands. “Not at all.”

“To recite Wikipedia: ‘An autoclave is a pressure chamber used to carry out industrial processes requiring elevated temperature and pressure different from ambient air pressure. Autoclaves are used in medical applications to perform sterilization and in the chemical industry to cure coatings and vulcanize rubber and for hydrothermal synthesis.’”

Lau nodded at Ciel’s words.

“You still have no idea, right?” Ciel said, and Lau nodded. Ciel rolled his eyes. “It is a pressure chamber often used to sterilise things – this means that whatever you put in them, afterwards it is cleaner than CPR depicted in movies or TV shows. And this means that no matter what Undertake has done to these beakers, it is safe to drink from them.”

He turned to Undertaker. “Please, just continue.”

“Hi hi, of course, Earl.

“The prostitute, Anna Walker, isn’t a whole woman anymore – because her womb is gone. Just like the other three.”

“Interesting,” Ciel said. “The canonical five victims of the Ripper were badly-hit but only the second’s, Annie Chapman’s, and the fifth’s, Mary Jane Kelly’s, uterus was at least partially removed. But everyone’s, except Elizabeth Stride’s, abdomen was mutilated.”

“Indeed. Apart from that, the Copycat murdered their four victims – Courtney Alizarin, Molly Marrow, Erika Weikopf, and Anna Walker – in the same exact manner as the original Ripper did.”

“This could indicate that Jack the Rip-off’s real objective is to remove the uteri of these women but, for some reason, they made it look like it is the work of a maniac, only wanting to re-enact this famous crime.”

“Perhaps they want to pin the murder on a very desperate Ripperologist?” Elizabeth suggested.

Ciel looked at her like he had forgotten that she was still here before he spoke. “A nice suggestion, but flawed. After all, this would mean that the Copycat does not only either hold a personal grudge against these women or even needs five uteri for some reason but also that they also hate a Ripperologist whom they may or may not know. However, until now, there weren’t any hints suggesting that one – or all – of these overenthusiastic fanboys and wannabe detectives could be the culprit. Furthermore, if the Whitechapel Copycats indeed planned to pin the murder on a Ripperologist – don’t you think that they would have done a better job with the re-enacting? The dates of the murders are wrong, the times too. No letters have been sent so far. And, of course, there’s still the aspect of all four victims missing their uterus. A real Ripperologist wouldn’t have made such mistakes. And it’s not like it’s hard to find information on Jack the Ripper on the internet.”

“There’s something which makes me wonder: the CCTV cameras,” Elizabeth began. “London is one of the metropoles with the largest CCTV network. There are thousands of them, hidden in every corner. How could none of them have filmed the crime?”

“CCTV cameras could not prevent the bombings of July 7, 2005 – they may be everywhere, but the system is not flawless. In case of the Copycat Murders, there were cameras at the crime scenes but, mysteriously, all of them malfunctioned at the time of the killing. I do not know how but they somehow managed to manipulate the system.” Ciel shook his head. “If they had used my new, improved cameras, such a thing might not have happened. I showed them to some higher-ups, but, of course, they refused my offer. I work in the dark – and do a better job than them. Of course, they would not accept it if I invaded their beloved CCTV business.”

Elizabeth frowned. “Doesn’t Funtom only sell sweets and toys?”

“Yes, it does. Designing and building electrical devices is a hobby of mine – I created my cameras during an especially boring German lesson.”

“Ciel, why am I sending you to school if you don’t learn?” Angelina said, shaking her head.

“Because you refused to let me be homeschooled so that ‘I could learn how to socialise,’” Ciel replied.

They sound like Artemis Fowl and his mother whose name is, coincidentally, Angeline.

“Can I continue my report?” Undertaker said after a while. “Yes? Very well, hi hi.

“The Copycat may not have followed the Ripper’s moves until now, but the removal of Anna Walker’s left kidney could suggest that they will follow the original crime’s procedure more closely now.”

“And why should a cut-out kidney hint such a thing?” Angelina wanted to know.

Ciel blinked at her. “Don’t you remember? I had told you quite a lot about Jack the Ripper when you came over for dinner a few years ago.”

“You did? I guess, it slipped my mind.” Angelina shrugged.

He sighed. “After Jack the Ripper killed his fourth victim, he sent his famous letter ‘From Hell.’ Many letters have been sent by people, claiming to be the Ripper, but this particular letter is one of those which could truly be from Jack the Ripper themselves. ‘From Hell’ was sent to George Lusk, the chairman of the Whitechapel Vigilance Committee, on October 15, 1888, alongside half a kidney because the letter states that the Ripper ate the other half of it.”

Grelle spitted out the biscuit he had just been eating into his beaker.

“Gross, Ciel,” Lau remarked. “People are eating here.”

“We are in a morgue, sitting on operating tables, eating bone-shaped biscuits, and drinking tea out of beakers while discussing a serial murder case.” Ciel looked at Undertaker. “Please, just continue.”

“The wombs and the kidney were removed with odd precision, signifying that no regular person could have committed these murders. Besides, if we compare the double event of November 21 to the original one of September 30, 1888, it is also evident that the killer is someone experienced. After all, just like Elizabeth Stride and Catherine Eddowes, Erika Weikopf and Anna Walker died around an hour apart from another. Unlike the original victims, Weikopf and Walker were not in possession of their uteri when they were found. It is impossible for someone not familiar with the handiwork to remove them with such precision and carefulness in such a short time like our Copycat did. After all, Weikopf and Walker did not die next to each other.” Undertaker poked one of his long fingernails into Ciel’s cheek. “You should have been able to figure that out too, Earl.

“It’s very likely that the murderer is an expert – in today’s world, there are numerous people possessing this very knowledge. This information will not cut down the list of suspects. Maybe if he knew you were here, it could lure them out. They will keep committing crimes, they definitely will, unless someone stops them. Can you stop them? Aristocrat of Evil, Earl of Phantomhive?”

“The world of darkness has the world of darkness’ rules. They wouldn’t murder random people for no reason. There must be an influence manipulating them from behind,” Ciel responded to Undertaker’s words. “I won’t be scared. No matter what tricks I have to use, I will solve this crime.

“Thanks for the tea and biscuits and providing information, Undertaker. It is time for us to go now.”

  ***

  It was already quite dark when they returned to the townhouse after leaving Lau in East End, and right before they could get out of the car Ciel’s mobile phone rang. He got it out of his coat pocket, and Elizabeth leaned in a bit to take a glimpse at the message he had received:

Come to my house, ASAP! S7616.

“Aunt Anne, we cannot discuss the information we have received just now,” Ciel said to Madame Red, putting away his phone. “I have to go to McMillan’s now.”

“Can I come with you?” Elizabeth asked.

“You should take her with you,” Angelina interjected before Ciel could say anything. “She is part of your team now, and it wouldn’t be gentlemanlike at all to leave her out.”

“Wouldn’t it be more ‘gentlemanlike’ to bring her home before it gets even darker than it already is?”

Angelina just wanted to reply something when Ciel’s mobile rang again. He took it out and read the message.

Just take Lizzy with you. No time to argue with DD.

I barely knew McMillan but… What is he? A psych?

Ciel sighed and put his phone away again. “You can accompany me, Lady Midford. Good evening, Aunt Anne, Mr Sutcliff.”

  ***

  “There you are!” McMillan greeted Ciel and Elizabeth when they entered his house, closing the door behind them.

The McMillan house was an old Victorian building, flanked by similar looking edifices. The façade was greyish-white, but lovingly raised flowers left and right on the way to the entrance, a friendly doormat telling you to ring the bell and visit them as well as colourful curtains hanging in the windows let the old house shine with life.

“My parents are not at home, and Niall and Nuala are at a sleepover,” McMillan informed them while they took off their coats.

“How is the party organisation going?” Elizabeth wanted to know.

“It’s going well. Thanks for asking. And, Lizzy, how was meeting Undertaker?”

“He’s a very interesting person,” Elizabeth replied.

McMillan chuckled. “Yes, he is. And he bakes the best biscuits. I always ask him to give me the recipe, but he keeps refusing.”

Undertaker’s cookie recipe is something even McMillan does not know? What is happening to the world as we know it?

“Lizzy, you can give me your coat, I will put it away for you.”

Elizabeth handed it to him. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. C?”

So cute. They call each other by the first letter of their names.

Ciel also gave him his jacket, and in the few minutes McMillan was gone to hang up the coats somewhere, Elizabeth could take in the inner beauty of the house.

Everything about it was narrow. In every corner were books, books, and more books; here and there were toys. Everything was stuffed with signs of life, and still, Elizabeth did not feel claustrophobic – the house might be narrow, but the building’s warmth made you forget how small everything was. It was such a stark contrast to the wide and cold Phantomhive townhouse – just like the vibrant McMillan was the opposite of the cynical Ciel.

They climbed the stairs to McMillan’s room after he had returned. His room was just like the others – narrow and crammed to the ceiling.

“So… why did you tell us to come, N?” Ciel wanted to know, sitting down on McMillan’s revolving chair.

“There are two things I want to talk about,” McMillan said, putting a piece of paper and a box on his desk. Elizabeth moved closer to join the boys at the table.

McMillan folded out the piece of paper and revealed that it was a map with four crosses on it which had all been connected. “The first thing is this.

“While pondering over the case, I got the sudden idea to mark on a map where the crimes happened. When I marked the places, it did not come to my mind but, naturally, I had to connect the crosses – how could I not do it after all these maths lessons with Mr Boone? He literally screams at us to do this whenever we work with graphs.

“Well, I unconsciously connected the dots, and when I looked at it again, I noticed something odd.” McMillan ran his right index finger over the red line. “Do you see that? It could be nothing more but a coincidence, but when you see the linked marks, you see that these women were killed where they were killed in order to form a certain letter: ‘J.’”

“This could be helpful to determine the last crime scene,” Ciel said, and McMillan nodded. “But the ‘J’ looks a bit strange – the upper line is a little bit too round.”

McMillan nodded again. “Yes, I noticed that too. And then I experimented a little bit and…” He turned the map upside down. Ciel’s and Elizabeth’s eyes widened at the same time.

“Apparently, our culprit does not only want to carve in stone that he is indeed a copycat of Jack the Ripper but also wants to give you a message: ‘I know that you are there, Ciel Phantomhive,’” McMillan spoke out what all of them had thought.

“A game,” Ciel said, clenching his hands. “This is a game to them.”

“The Copycat is mocking you,” Elizabeth pointed out.

“They are, but I will not lose this game – I never lose a game.”

McMillan nodded. “You should see how often Ciel beats me at chess or Uno, Lizzy. And don’t get me started at Cluedo.”

“And what is the second thing you wanted to tell us?” Ciel wanted to know, and McMillan raised the box. “This was sent to me this afternoon.”

Elizabeth and Ciel shared a quick glance – The letter and the kidney – before they turned their attention back to McMillan who opened the box.

“I know what you are thinking – it has to be the Lusk letter, how can it not be the Lusk letter? I was thinking the exact same thing when the postwoman gave me a package without a sender, but I have to disappoint you. Well, at least, sort of.” He showed them the content of the box – a picture printed on a double sheet. Ciel took it out and put it on the desk.

On the right, the picture showed the image of half a kidney; on the left, there was the photographed letter “From Hell.”

From hell.

Mr Lusk,

Sor

I send you half the Kidne I took from one woman prasarved it for you tother piece I fried and ate it was very nise. I may send you the bloody knif that took it out if you only wate a whil longer

signed

Catch me when you can Mishter Lusk

“At least, this is more readable than the original letter,” Ciel remarked.

“It is,” McMillan replied. “Whoever our killer is, he or she might have copied the real Ripper’s letter with all its terrible spelling and grammar, but they did not have the heart to mimic Jack’s terrible handwriting.”

“But where is the real letter?” Elizabeth said. “The only reason I see for the Copycat not exchanging the name of the letter’s recipient is when the recipient’s name is Mr Lusk.”

“Hm. Possible. I will ask Sebastian to find everyone in London named Lusk and ask them if they received the actual package,” said Ciel.

“Uh, is that not a quite inconvenient and time-consuming procedure?”

“Sebastian can do that,” McMillan assured her. “He is one hell of a butler.

“There’s one more thing I want to point out.” He tapped on the bottom left corner of the paper on which the letter had been written. “It’s very small, but it is still a clue – a very small clue the Copycat themselves have missed: A tiny, tiny emblem belonging to Aleistor Chamber.”

Something clicked in Elizabeth’s head. “Aleistor Chamber? The Viscount of Druitt?”

McMillan nodded.

“I have once heard my mother talking about him,” she said excitedly. “She said ‘Which moron gave the Viscount of Druitt a degree in medicine? How could we end up living in a world in which even the biggest of idiots can become physicians?’

“The Copycat cut out the wombs of these women with the precision of an expert – and Chamber has a master degree in medicine. He certainly qualifies as a suspect.”

“This is a huge mistake on the killer’s part,” Ciel said. “And we cannot be certain that this is not a red herring. But a clue is a clue, and we should follow every one we can find. I heard that Chamber’s hosting a party Sunday evening, but you need an invitation to get inside.” He looked at McMillan. “Do you think you can get us a handful of these invitations until Sunday or do I have to ask Sebastian? After all, you still have preparations to do.”

McMillan shook his head. “This is a child’s play; it won’t take too much time and is even a nice warm-up.” He grinned. “There’s nothing easier than that.”

[officialphantomhivehousehold]

[ LINE PLAY x Black Butler ]

A Black Butler event is happening in collaboration with LINE PLAY! Interact and play with the Black Butler characters, Sebastian Michaelis, Ciel Phantomhive, Undertaker, Grell Sutcliff and Angelina Durless!

[diabolikgrimreaper]

Kuroshitsuji TOP 3 OTP! + Honorable mention!

3) Grelliam

I enjoy this ship because it is so out of the ordinary. A red-headed spontaneous and flamboyant mistress and a cold-hearted, earnest and mysterious man. It sound so cliched, but it isn’t, when it’s taken in context. I feel like Grell and William could really lighten up the work place. They could go on double dates with Eric and Allen sometime.

2) Madam Red c Grell

Both of these lovely ladies come from different social statues and they both are trapped with the sorrow of not being able to bear children. They had a crime duo, up until the reaper decided it was time to break-up. Sad? Yes. They would have prospered together had Grell never killed Angelina. I believe that Grell looked up to Madam Red, and wanted to be her, wanted to be around her and genuinly enjoyed her company.

Honorable Mention: SevaMey

Because MeyRin deserves it! I don’t think that Sebastian could ever truly love Mey-Rin, however, I do think that he can learn to simulate human emotions. Perhaps, even making her a demon as well, taking her down into the pits of hell with him.

1) Undertaker x Me

Sorry not sorry lol

[grelleswife]

O, P and S!

O: Choose a song at random, which ship or character does it remind you of?

Billie Eilish’s “Bellyache” reminds me a lot of canon Redcliff. I’ve considered writing a songfic centered on this tune. “While locked in solitary after being dragged back by William, Grelle reflects on her feelings for the woman she loved and killed,” or something to that effect.

P: Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas)

For Death Note: Kiyomi realizes Light is garbage, gets together with Halle instead, and then teams up with Misa to take out Yagami for good.

For Redcliff: Grelle is a vampire who falls hopelessly in love with Angelina Dalles and eventually “turns” her (I blame @deadly-safety-scissors for inspiring this one with the vampire!Grelle moodboard). I’ve even thought of a title: “Spider Lilies.”

For Grellefellows: Kitsune!Grelle x (Eastern) dragon Hannah. I mean, the prompt said “random...” :D

S: Show us an example of your personal headcanon

This is a tad smutty, but Grelle and Sebastian have made love on a piano at least once (It’s a long story XD)

Thanks for the ask!

[unbe--weave--able]

The Dress and the Date

Sapphic Sutcliff Week: 

Wednesday - Dresses/Makeup

Pairing: Mey Rin/Grelle Sutcliff

On Ao3

Green eyes peered over the rack of dresses, staring at the unsuspecting red-haired girl at the tills. From beside her, her companion, her best friend Angelina, sighed and rolled her eyes. This was the third day this week that they’d come into the shop. And all so that Grelle could oogle at the new employee.

“Y’know...you could just go and talk to her. That’s an option.” An pointed out acerbically, pulling out her phone and opening up google; it looked like they were going to be in here for the long haul. Again. Honestly, Grelle was entirely hopeless. The other red-haired girl fell in love every other day with anyone and everyone who caught her fancy; though this one didn’t seem to be going away soon. And to be quite honest An wasn’t much certain that that was better. At least she could deal with flash in the pan romances. She didn’t want another Will situation on her hands, or a Sebastian; not when she was already dealing with her own longtime crush on her sister’s boyfriend Vincent.

Grelle gave her a surly look and elbowed her in the back of the head.

“And say what exactly? Hello, I’m Grelle Sutcliff, I sit behind you in science and have been since we were little but I’ve only just noticed how pretty you are and a lot of it has to do with me watching you shoot in PE the other day? That makes me sound silly and shallow...” She complained. “No. This is far better. I get to watch her being sweet and flustered without her entirely hating my guts.”

Angelina fought the urge to point out that Grelle had absolutely no way of knowing that this Mey Rin would hate her guts but she knew better than to say anything, she’d only get a dramatic monologue if she did. But at the same time, if Grelle didn’t get a shift on then she was certain that that younger guy...Will’s brother; Ronald? Was going to make a move on her. He’d been hanging around here almost as much as Grelle had, staring at the bespectacled cashier with as much longing as Grelle was.

It was all slightly ridiculous really. This was the second week of Grelle’s infatuation with the other girl and honestly, An had to admit to not seeing it. Though she was reliably informed that had she been there to witness the marvel that had been Mey Rin shooting targets then she would understand. According to Grelle it had been the hottest sight since that one time she’d gotten a glimpse of Sebastian coming out of the shower in all of his pale, skinny glory.

“Right...well...why don’t you...er...buy something?” The red-eyed girl suggested. “Buy something and go up to her till and start a conversation or something, you’re usually good at that sort of thing. Then, when she’s engaged, just ask her out. Otherwise I’m telling Will’s kid brother that he can go for her if he likes.”

It was almost awful of her to be threatening her best friend like this, but in her defense, the floor in the shopping centre was hardly designed to be sat on for long periods of time and they’d been here nearly an hour and a half now. Which was not what she’d been expecting when Grelle had suggested they go clothes shopping. She’d been expecting fun and shopping and trying on ridiculous outfits, not cowering behind a rack of frankly unattractive dresses and trying to convince her ridiculous friend to go talk to some girl she didn’t even know.

“Look, if you don’t pluck up the courage to go and speak to her within the next...ten minutes, I’m going to call Rachel and have her pick me up. This is boring Grellie…” Angelina complained. “Just go say hi. What’s the worst that’ll happen?”

“She could hate me! There’s just so much potential for disaster here Annie. She knows me! She’s known all mes...even...y’know...Anyway. If I don’t go in with a proper plan of attack I shall never get to know her...if you know what I mean.” Grelle gave her friend a lewd smile that made the other redhead roll her eyes. “And you can’t leave me here alone… Not when I need you to be my wingwoman.”

Oh...so she wanted a wingwoman did she? A mischievous grin crossed An’s face. She was going to show Grelle Sutcliff a wingwoman. She stood up.

With a cry of anguish Grelle watched with wide eyes as Angelina wandered over to a rack of dresses a way away and began happily browsing through them, seemingly oblivious to Grelle’s plight. From the smirk on her face, Grelle could tell that An could hear her perfectly well, she was just ignoring her. How dare she?!

Then, she did the unthinkable! An picked out a dress!

It was a red one, slightly too long for An herself but Grelle had a sneaking suspicion that that was entirely intentional. What was she doing?

With impossibly even wider eyes, Grelle watched as her friend made her way over to the queue, dress in one hand, phone in the other. The spying girl felt her pocket buzz and reached in.

Remember, you wanted me to be your wingwoman. X

Yes! Grelle thought, but not like this, whatever this was. An was going to ruin her carefully crafted plan of staring longingly at Mey Rin but not ever actually doing anything about it until her longing and love consumed her entirely and she felt she would burst from it all. At which point she would confess in a suitably dramatic fashion and then the other girl would reject her firmly and she could move onto the secondary plan of clinging and hovering until such a time that the girl gave in and went out with her. Just like she was with Will and Sebastian. Only...that didn’t feel quite right if she were honest. She didn’t want Mey Rin to be like them. She wanted the other girl to like her properly, to...well...love her. Be her girlfriend.

Grelle wanted to be able to go on dates with her and hold her hand and do all those lovely mushy romantic things that women would do in her stories. She wanted this to be sweet and caring and for Mey Rin to run her fingers through her hair and tell her that she was the most gorgeous woman she’d ever met in her life. An might ruin all of that! She was at the till now, handing over the red dress to Mey Rin. The bespectacled girl’s face was flushed, a lovely shade of pink staining her cheeks and making Grelle want to either eat her, or kiss the soft looking skin there...either one was good.

They were talking now, Grelle leaned over, trying to see if she could make out what they were saying. No luck! But then An pointed over to her hiding spot and she ducked down, face a bright red. That traitor! She was supposed to be helping not pointing her out! That wasn’t part of their best friend code!

She peered out again. An was no longer at the counter and Mey Rin was looking more flushed that ever. Practically scarlet in the face now even as she served the next person in line.

There was an impatient clicking of heels behind her and a piece of paper was thrust in her face.

“Her number you wuss. And she’s available to pick up on Friday after 7pm. You’re going to go out to dinner together. And you’re going to be wearing the dress I’ve just bought you.” An informed her with a patiently exasperated smile. “Now...can we actually go shopping?”

Grelle leapt to her feet with a loud, overjoyed whoop, throwing herself at her best friend and pulling her into a hug, a myriad of thank yous leaving her lips excitedly before she pulled back slightly, a shark like smile appearing on her face.

“Do that to me again Angelina Dalles, and I will kill you…” She hissed as menacingly as she could given the happiness in her eyes.

She had a date with Mey Rin!

[sailon5463]

A guide to every ship I have feelings about in Black Butler

The OTP

Grell x William

The OT3

Cedric x Claudia x Undertaker

 Love These Ships

Our Ciel x Elizabeth

Mey-Rin x Nina

Ronald x The General Affairs Girl from the OVA

Alan x Eric

Undertaker x Claudia

Alexis x Francis

Mey-Rin x Bard

Grell x Angelina

Vincent x Rachel

 These Are Nice Ships

Grell x Ronald

Joker x Dagger

Doll x Our Ciel

Claudia x Cedric

Diedrich x Vincent x Rachel

Grey x Phipps

Redmond x Harcourt

Edward x Cheslock

Undertaker x Oliver A.

Undertaker x Cedric

Wolfram x Hilde

Anne x Grete

Grell x Undertaker

Peter x Wendy

 I’m Indifferent (mostly I can see why people ship it but it’s not my thing)

Beast x Dagger

Soma x Agni

Vincent x Diedrich

Finny x Bard

Bluewer x Violet

Blavat x Undertaker

Our Ciel x Sieglende

Sieglende x Elizabeth

William x Undertaker

 LEAVE THIS PLANET

Real Ciel x Elizabeth

Vincent x Undertaker

Our Ciel x Sebastian

Joker x Beast

Hannah x Triplets

Claude x Alois

Hannah x Alois

Our Ciel x Alois

Claude x Sebastian

Lau x Ran-Mao

Beast x Sebastian

Undertaker x Real Ciel

[faustianexchange-blog]

Master List of Faustian Exchange Prompts

All prompts, used or unused, that were submitted to the Faustian Exchange! All are posted with permission. If you use someone’s prompts, please credit them for the idea and tag us if you’d like us to reblog your work!

actresque

Grelliam: The first time William calls Grelle a woman or uses her correct pronouns.

Grelle/Angelina: first kiss after a Ripper murder.

Grelle childhood fic dealing with gender confusion

Modern day Grelle after fully transitioning to female, preferably with a tongue piercing.

Madam Red/Grelle with Grelle on one knee putting Madam Red's shoe on her (to mirror the Sebastian images with Ciel).

Adult Ciel and Lizzy, portrait-style.

mikhailis

Sebastian spending a day off with Agni when he's recovering after the Luxury Liner arc

when each servant first begins to suspect Sebastian isn't human

Mey-rin and Ran Mao bonding after Ran Mao discovers Mey-rin also speaks Mandarin.

Sebastian teaching Shiori to dance

Sebastian playing piano with Grelle draped over the back of it like a lounge singer

Doll wearing the Weston College boys' uniform.

pastelsweetart

Crack ship- Tanaka finds out who his true love was all along, tea.

Before the murder of the Phantomhive's and the cuteness of the twins.

Grell's past life? What drove them to suicide?

The real reason Sebastian is a demon. He ate a KitKat by biting it without breaking it first.Grell's eyes.

Elizabeth being a cutie while fencing

Modern! AU with Elizabeth and Grell in the cutest dresses

somniiari

D&D AU with Phantomhive twins and any other main cast on a quest causing mayhem. Are they playing D&D or are they in a D&D world? That's up to you!

Modern AU Phantomhive twins as fake paranormal investigators, claiming their caretaker Sebastian is a demon.

Sebastian/Agni bonding over taking care of their masters.

Phantomhive twins and Sebastian (and maybe Agni, Sohma, Lizzy and/or Sieglinde) as a D&D party.

Phantomhive twins OR Lizzy and Sieglinde in cute matching/contrasting outfits.

Sebastian/Agni dancing.

hannibalcatharsis-zero

Claudia and Undertaker (pairing/shipping optional, and if that's so, the use of Cedric name is up to you), canonverse. Claudia questions Undertaker about his mourning lockets, and if he would one day make one of hers. Implying/asking if she is important enough for him that her death might affect him.

Sebastian brings a cat home and naturally Ciel doesn't like it. Heartbroken, Sebastian has to let the cat go. But the cat won't go. Crack/funny, either canonverse or modern AU

Ciel twins (I'll address them as Ciel and Astre for convenience), canonverse AU or modern AU, your choice. The twins, as nobles/higher status, shouldn't be alone in this part of the city, but Ciel wanted to show Astre some factories to show how confusing, messy and poluting they are, in a way to dissuade him from his wish to have a toy company of his own - something that would drive the twins apart, with different life goals. In there, they meet an orphan employed in that factory. Alois. What unfolds from there is up to you.

Joker and Beast (shipping preferred), canonverse. Back in East End, Joker tries to find a present to Beast in order to show her gratitude for the care she showed him when he fell ill.

alternatively, Joker and Beast in modern AU. Both of them and Jumbo are legally adults, but Doll, Dagger, Peter and Wendy (regardless of their real ages) are still children under institutionalization and up for adoption. In a hurt/comfort manner, big brothers fashion, Joker and Beast dealing with their fears and emotions of having their little siblings sent into foster care versus waiting a few more years to be of legal age and all of them live together in a new life, after . 

Vincent and Diederich, canonverse, brotp kind of relationship but shipping/one sided pairing is not excluded. Crack/funny. Diederich is positively shocked that Vincent would go full drag to solve a murder case of some sort. And even more shoked to see how well it makes him look.

Undertaker and Othello, canonverse. A conversation, some form of interaction, hanging out, opposing views (nothing aggressive, both seem to be very curious and open to hear other opinions even if they don't change their own). Brotp interaction between the two back in Undertaker's Shinigami days. Anything, up to your imagination. 

Sebastian and Ciel, shipping not intended. Preferrably canonverse. Sebastian thinking of how everyone else sees him as deeply caring for Ciel's wellbeing, which he does with only one intent in mind - seasoning Ciel's soul to add to the 'delicacy' level he desires. Ciel knows this, so even despite living together for three years, he knows Sebastian's 'worrying' and 'affection' are all feints. However, maybe after a particularly bad nightmare, or after Sebastian doing something kind out of apparently no reason, Ciel seems to genuinely be grateful. What are Sebastian's thoughts on this? Maybe something dark and manipulating, kind of in the league of his words in the Green Witch arc when he's burning the laboratory? Or the other way around? Your choice. What I meant with no shipping is because I would prefer if this 'affection' I mentioned wouldn't be taken by you as romantic.

Joker and Bravat Sky, canonverse AU, in which they came across each other when they were young. Bravat was a charlaton, fooling people with fake fortune readings, and they meet by: either Joker is one of the people he tries to do it; or Joker attempts to steal his money and an exchange unfolds.- “Sieglinde, modern AU, rocking Japanese street fashion” (I completely stole this suggestion from the reply post on the blog, is seemed so damn cool!)

Ciel & Astre. Either tender, or dark, whichever you prefer. If it's the later, a classical contrast image, in whichever fashion you prefer. 

Side by side, mirror reflex, bloody Ciel vs Astre, or some better idea in case you have it! 

Joker, Doll or Beast from the Circus. Just one of them, I'm naming the three so you can choose which. Modern aesthetic/fashion look for any of them.

Undertaker and a Bizarre Doll, in a sort of gothic-esque style. Maybe something with like a cameo frame-thingy around it would work if it's not too troublesome?

Cat!Ciels, chibi or otherwise, just being fluffy.  

grelluffandwillsprout

Grell Sutcliff x Reader

William T. Spears x Reader

platonic Lizzy x Sieglinde

Grell Sutcliff

Elizabeth Midford

Soma and Agni (together)

dipothebookworm

ciel/lizzy (ship)-lizzy gives ciel a fencing lesson

lizzy/seglinde(platonic/friendship)-they have asleepover. modern AU

ciel goes christmas shopping with sebastian (no ship) (before current arc)ciel/lizzy (ship) going for a walk, holding hands

lizzy and Earl Grey dueling/about to duel

Sebastian in a seifuku (preferably pink and very cute)

ciel in a dress (again) and very annoyed about it

greenfiredragonfly

Ciel gets sick, and Lizzie and Soma fret over his health; Ciel is either only mentioned, or appears briefly, with the fic focusing on Lizzie and Soma's attempts to help

Before Sebastian can be summoned, Undertaker rescues Ciel (and his twin, if you want to include him) from the cult

Soma/Lizzie (ship) - AU or possibly post-canon where Lizzie is the queen's watchdog1) Vincent and Frances as children, running or playing on the lawn of the Phantomhive Estate

Lizzie and Sieglinde; Lizzie teaching Sieglinde about British fashion: showing her dresses, etc.

Lizzie and Agni practicing with swords, Agni looking impressed

Lizzie and Soma, something cute and shippy

thequeensfakedog

Ciel and Astre (Our Ciel) taking care of each other in the cult

Astre (Our Ciel) and Alois (ship) going to a ball together

Vincent and Diedrich (shipping optional) going on a murder case for the Queen together 

Ciel and Astre (Our Ciel) in the cult

Astre ("Ciel") and Alois (ship) doing basically anything together (modern or Victorian era)

Vincent and Diedrich (shipping optional) teasing each other/Vincent teasing Diedrich and Diedrich being angry about it

ifbatmanwereajedi

Grell goes overboard decorating the Reaper Dispatch for Christmas

Ciel finds old letters from his parents

Undertaker holds a comedy show to find the best joke out there

Anything with grell honestly I love them but specifically Grell in the Mean Girls Santa outfit

Claude dressed like Spider-Man

Madame Red and Grell actually happy 

queencamelia

Charles Grey and Elizabeth Midford fencing or dueling. :D

Anything regarding Francis Midford and Vincent Phantomhive. Anything. 

Lizzy and real!Ciel's interactions after discovering the truth about TCT.

Fabulous Lau lowkey shipping everyone of age. EVERYONE. (The Reapers are pissed, Queen's butlers are flustered.)

Ciel and co. thinking Queen Victoria's the true enemy, then Aleistor Chamber reveals he's the main Kuro villain and that he's had a hand in every scheme thus far.

Charles Grey and Elizabeth Midford fencing!

Edward and Lizzy being dorks. Maybe Edward tearing up because his little sister's about to marry? Ahaha I'm not picky. ^^

Claudia Phantomhive, Undertaker, Vincent Phantomhive, and Francis Midford in a family portrait???

easterneuropeswife

Ciel/Elizabeth going on a date

something involving the Prefects from Weston

something involving the Grim Reapers (whoever they want to pick)

Joanne Harcourt

Edward Midford

Doll/Freckles 

hippykattrs

The two nine year old twins, Ciel and Astre, are having trouble sleeping. So, despite being sleep deprived, the two manage to stay up late telling stories and giggling. In their wake, they manage to catch the attention of Tanaka, who sings them to sleep. (Set in the cannon universe.)

A Hogwarts! AU, but set in Weston. The houses are the same, but it's still set in the Victorian Era.

The mourning process had never suited the Spare. He had lost everything, and he knew nothing would ever change that fact. So, despite the world around him urging him to cry, he decides to stand strong. Ciel would be. So he figured he could too. // (Please contact me if I need to specify anything. I'm not that great at writing prompts!)1. Modern! AU. The main characters, but dabbing with fidget spinners everywhere. // 2. Super edgy and dramatic™ drawing of Ciel. // 3. A headshot of Ciel and his brother.

theshadowisanotaku

Grell dressed as madam red

soma eating curry

gregory violet dressed as undertaker.

redrosecrown

Claudia/Undertaker going on a picnic inside a red cave.

Sebastian being Madam Red butler, where Madam Red sold her soul to him for giving birth and raising a child until 18 years old.

Grell baking a cake, and ruining her clothes in the process.

Sebastian getting a birthday surprise from his mother, where she gets him 100 cats, and Ciel gets furious.

Undertaker decorating Ciel's mansion with his own style. Ciel gets angry.

Viscount of Druitt has a half-demon sister. With Undertaker and her, he goes ice-skating.1.Undertaker painting Ciel wearing a violet dress and eating cake.

Undertaker and Claudia decorating a Christmas Tree.

Undertaker wearing Lizzy's clothes.

Undertaker decorating Ciel's mansion with his own style. Ciel gets angry.

Gregory Violet falling in love with Lizzy. He writes her a secret message, and watches her reading the letter.

Grell wearing Ciel's dress, he had worn in the party where he meets Viscount of Druitt.

Viscount of Druitt has a half-demon sister. With Undertaker and her, he goes ice-skating.

anonymous prompts

Modern AU, somehow, Drocell's sessions with a therapist, confronting what he has and doesn't have of his humanity

Sebastian and Agni trying to outdo each other as butlers, friendly competition that's really just thinly veiled flirting

Mindless fluff, Ciel and Elizabeth shopping for holiday presents for family and household

Grell in a green witch arc dress (but properly fitted)

The twins dressed as the prince and the pauper style aesthetic

The twins modeling on the cover of vogue

Cielois (ship) having tea, playing chess, and/or cuddling while reading in the library

Our!Alois and Real!Alois meeting

Lizzie throwing Alois a birthday party bc she finds out he doesn't really have any friends

Alois Trancy, Lizzie being a bad*ss

Fem!Grell in a nice dress

Undertaker babysitting the twins

Diederich babysitting Vincent while he was sick at Weston School.

Sebastian taking care of a stubborn, sick Ciel who refuses to stay in bed (bonus points if you add angst)

Sebastian carrying Ciel is something always good to see.

Ciel messily trying to decorate a cake (bonus points if you add Sebastian looking both amused and disappointed)

Undertaker and Grell braiding each other's hair.

Lizzy helps Ciel with his studies (ship optional)

Mey-Rin, Finny and Bard preparing dinner without Sebastian

Sieglinde Sullivan and Lizzy discussing about Ciel's work over tea-Lizzy with her hair down

Grey in Weston College uniform

Real Ciel picking flowers with his twin

The household having to take care of Pluto until Sebastian returns home

Ciel being mistaken for a girl by a group of ladies who decide to pamper him

Grell getting lost in the city and being adopted by a group of kids- Grell and/or Undertaker  enjoying a train ride

GrellxUndertaker - Grell lying on the autopsy table trying to flirt with Undertaker 

Ciel wandering the city in commoners clothes, maybe with a group of children 

Vincents life as queen's watch dog

Shinigami dispatch life

Twin ciel angst

Sieglinde (maybe with wolfram)

Shinigami Dispatch/ or trio (william, grell, ronald), or just grell or ronald

Anything Alois related

Madame red and Grell

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Pls tell me your most controversial Kuro opinions!

THIS IS GOING TO BE LONG, SO BUCKLE IN FOR THE RIDE!!!

Sebastian actually finds Grelle's antics cute, but will never admit it because he doesn't like it when Grelle is right

Grelle and Ann knew that she would probably have to kill her one day, and Ann had told Grelle the only person she would ever want to wear her beloved coat was Grelle, who was practically her wife

Ciel let Sebastian lock Undertaker in the basement of the Manor one time, solely because he wanted to know if Undertaker would find something down there (read: cats) and take them away. Undertaker merely played down there, setting up mirrors across from each other and standing in between them. He did this for the sole purpose of trying to count how many times his reflexion repeated

Grelle has given Will haircuts, which he only permits because she is scarily adept with scissors

Ronald and Sebastian have chased each other across London to try and prove whether demons or reapers were superior. Will was horrified when he found out

Grelle was an actress before she became a reaper, and committed suicide on stage as Romeo on the last night of an operatic production of Romeo and Juliet where she had been told no one would ever allow her to be a female lead. This is how she became a reaper, and Will was the one who allowed her to customise her death scythe after hearing how she had become a reaper, taking pity on her. He has ever since admired her tenacity, but does not like to admit it because he believes it will make her even more dramatic around dispatch

Undertaker and Grelle get along very well for their shared interest in music and dance. They have both gone to the ballet together, as each other's dates (platonically), and Undertaker has (intentionally) frightened some children while Grelle has done so too (unintentionally)

Sebastian keeps at least a hundred cats in the basement of the Phantomhive Manor at any given time, and is very careful not to tip off Ciel

Ciel came to understand why his aunt did the things she did with Grelle as Jack The Ripper after he and Grelle had an honest talk, where she (somehow) managed to sit still, and he listened without frequently interrupting her

Undertaker thinks Sebastian is a vampire, not a demon. As it happens, Sebastian thinks Undertaker is a vampire, not a reaper. This came about because Sebastian once stepped into Undertaker's shoppe with Ciel, only to find him asleep, hanging from the ceiling like a bat

Madame Red and Grelle had wanted to stop the killings and instead steal a baby from one of their victims, but were caught before they could

Grelle was the only person Madame Red ever held romantic feelings for other than Vincent Phantomhive

Ciel has climbed onto Undertaker's back, kicking, screaming, and flailing in an attempt to make him laugh for information. This, to his surprise (as he had simply snapped in annoyance), was very effective

The last words Ciel said to his mother also became the last words she said to Vincent, which were "please stay with me until I fall asleep. I'm scared"

Ronald messes with everyone else in dispatch on a daily basis, and lets everyone assume that he's doing it with help from Grelle. She is actually as confused as everyone else

Reaper dispatch can be a boring office work place one minute, and damn near a rave the next. Somewhere in between that is most common, however

Sebastian tries to speak as much like Vincent as possible when Ciel is scared. Ciel has not noticed this yet

Elizabeth hides behind perkiness and positivity even though she struggles with depression just as much as Ciel. She does this because she secretly cares about his happiness more than her own

Ciel only likes dance lessons if Sebastian is teaching him to dance with a sword or some other weapon

Ciel once caught Grelle's glasses on a sword when she was trying to get Sebastian's attention during one of these dance lessons. Ciel has refused to let Grelle try it again since, convinced it was nothing but a fluke

Ronald unironically calls Sebastian 'Bassy' which horrifies Will, and delights Grelle

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Checkmate Ciel Phantomhive x Reader Part 3

Enjoy~

Ima try to end this part so yay!

Also, cuss words?

Also, Lau is not only annoying to write for but he has no known name anywhere for him, it makes me mad.

Also, I just realized that I ain’t following Grim Reapers rules for Black Butler Whoops~ I’ma just make them have new powers depending on who they are, because they be boring

(F/C) is favorite color in case you didn’t know

“George, who saves a queen?” I asked sweetly. I was either gonna continue to be human or just ‘die’ and become a full-time reaper, either way, I was bored and contemplating everything I could do. “A king I would believe, Lady (Y/n). Why, if I may ask?” I gave a sigh, dying wouldn’t do there was no dramatic way that would make sense for me. I need something in my life to help me with my boredom. “Do we have a case available.” I wouldn’t answer George’s question, I never really did, not until I left the room and he couldn’t question me further. “The Queen has asked for you to get more intel on a new gentleman in town,” I gave a sigh, “There are no new gentlemen in this town George, it’s London. A boring place. You know most people want to go to Paris anyway!” I was acting like a child, I knew but, dammit I was bored. George gave me an annoyed look before continuing. “Apparently his name is Lau and there is no last name known. He apparently is the British branch manager of the Shanghai trading company. He is also a part of the Aristocrats of Evil and has been seen working with that Ciel Phantomhive.” I gave a frustrated sigh. I could invite him to a party and feign interest into him as he is a foreigner, but would he even come if he didn’t have to? One way to make him come was to invite Ciel and his associates as a way to connect ties. But would Ciel make Lau come? They were all extremely hard to read even for me. “Could I just pop up and talk to them?” George gave an exasperated sigh and stood up from the chair in front of my desk. He turned to leave the room. But, before he left he turned around to me. “(Y/N) make a decision soon to stay or leave, as your caretaker, I must only make sure you don’t get hurt. But if you are to stay we both need to know.” To stay or leave was a question that I had to answer by the end of the year. As I was to start reaping souls this age they needed to know if I was coming over and their strenuous workforce would have two reapers to help them or not. “George! I would like to stay.” I gave a small smile. “Very well. I’ll tell them.” He turned away and walked out of the room. I got up from my chair and walked behind my chair to look out of my window. “Meow” I looked up in shock completely forgetting about the kitten. I looked over to the two chairs in front of my desk. In the chair that George hadn’t sat was the kitten. “I really need to give you name, huh little guy?” I whispered out with a small giggle. “How about Midnight?” The kitten gave a small mew and cuddled further into my hand. I giggled at the affection. “Midnight it is then!” I picked the kitten and put in my lap stroking the soft fur and thinking about how to get information about the guy Lau. All I knew as of yet was that he ran opium dens underground and had a personal assassin. “I know!”

I had heard that Ciel was busy solving the Jack the Ripper case. A bloody one to boot. From my sources, they were going to the party at Viscount Druitt’s abode. And from sources, I mean that annoying red reaper Grell. To think Ciel let a demon and that obscene reaper around him as well. But then there was the thought that he didn’t know. I was a bit hesitant about going to the Viscount Druitt’s party as I knew of his selling of women. The reason the queen didn’t know was, she only asked for information about certain things, she never required me to tell her every piece of information. I would go to the party, I was invited after all, and I would spy on Lau or ask that annoying reaper if I didn’t get anything. After getting George to agree to let me go, Marielle helped dress me into the corset. The dress I was in for the occasion was a simple (F/C) dress with white and black accents. My shoes were simple black flats. My hair was styled in curls that flowed down my back and some over my shoulder. As George helped me into my carriage, I thought about my meeting with Ciel. He had grown quite well and was very handsome. Too bad he was betrothed to an ignorant girl of the underworld. But I couldn’t change fate. If I could I would stop Ciel from forming a contract with that demon. 

I got out of the carriage and stepped up the marble steps and into the party. George seemed uncharacteristically nervous for once. “I’ll be fine go wait somewhere else,” I whispered with a sly smile. “Of course Lady (Y/N).” He walked off without another word as I made my way to the edge of the dance floor but close to the door. I guessed so that the viscount would acknowledge Ciel, he would cross dress. It would be a sight to see. Shortly after they appeared in the doorway. I waited for them to cross over to the dance floor. I walked over to them and put on my best fake smile, “Well aren’t you the belle or the ball! I’m (Y/N) (L/N) and you are?” I asked. I had just to get close to gain interest from Lau and I could invite him over for business. “I am terribly sorry Lady (Y/N) but my mistress and I have somewhere to be.” Sebastian gave a smile and quickly guided Ciel away. I watched over them. I then turned around to Lau, Angelina Dalles, and that flipping red reaper. I gave a little giggle before I spoke. “Well that was interesting, may I ask your names?” I spoke giving a closed-eyed smile. Angelina was the first to speak, “Well aren’t you adorable! Just call me Madame Red! And this here is my Butler Grell and..” She was cut off by Sebastian starting a magic trick and inviting Lau up to help him. I gave Sebastian an irritated look which caused the bastard to smirk even more. 

The party went smoothly except for my getting kidnapped just because I was on the balcony near the Viscount and Ciel. The blankets on the cages lifted and I could see around me. “You're kidding me, right!” I whispered-yelled. Ciel looked over at me, “Why are you here?” He whispered to me. I gave him a glare before saying “Having a fantastic time!” I looked out at the crowd, “Wow, that’s a lot of death.” My head hurt from all of the death going to happen and all of the souls to be reaped. I finally tuned into the Viscount to hear him selling Ciel and me. “And the other one is a (Y/H/C)-ette and should go for a quite a hefty price as she is the one who holds the most blackmail information, control her control most of England.” I gave a scoff, more than just most of England practically all of it. “When is your demon getting here!” I whispered to him. Ciel rolled his eyes before ordering Sebastian to come and get him. After Sebastian took out the room and got Ciel out he helped me out as well. I stood up and brushed off my dress, “Well if you’ll excuse I have to get out of here before I’m blamed.” All traces of a smile gone. I was a bit mad. I got kidnapped, that wasn’t supposed to happen. “Wait! Come back to my manor with us there is something I want to talk about,” I was startled by Ciel’s outburst. But I turned around with a small smile on my face and answered, “Why not.”

Well carp, I didn’t finish it.

Oh well, next time.

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Request List Update!

Okie doke so since I’m nearly through everything from the last time I listed out the stuff in my drafts, I’m gonna post another list of the requests I’ve got! Just so anyone who sent a request isn’t left wondering whether or not I got it! <3

The requests for writing I’ve got in the drafts at the moment are:

Ciel x reader – obscure words prompt, mataich

Grell x reader – similar to the first Othello x reader

soulmate AU and Christmasy Grell x reader

scenario – Finny and S/O who loves gardening but is terrible at it

Mey Rin with a completely blind S/O

scenario -- drunk S/O talking about how they don’t think that Sebastian, as a demon, could love them

Finny’s S/O pushes him a little too far, he strikes them in a moment of anger, and aftermath

headcanons -- Edward falling for one of Ciel’s servants (the reader) who happens to be very flirty

scenario -- Undertaker and S/O are having a serious fight, she’s completely right but he won’t accept he’s wrong until he sees how hurt she is

scenario -- fluff -- Cheslock and S/O spending a lazy day together after having not seen each other in a while

Alan x reader -- the reader is rebellious and childish but also suffers with psychosis

headcanons -- Sebastian’s S/O is injured in an accident and Sebastian reads her a fairytale, incorporating himself as the prince to express his feelings toward her

scenario -- Gregory tending to his sick S/O and trying to keep her happy

Madame Red x reader -- reader is Angelina’s maid and has to deal with Grell since she’s the butler and head of staff

Gregory with a crush on someone who comes off as ‘the weird older sibling’ and isn’t the type of person most people like romantically

Gregory with a writer S/O who uses little details they love about others in their characters and remembers weird details

sequel to Sebastian almost killing his S/O

Gregory, Cheslock, and Bravat -- reactions to seeing their S/O’s usually hidden tattoos for the first time.

scenario -- Gregory’s S/O has shaggy hair and long bangs hanging in their eyes, but their parents get sick of it and make them cut it off, Gregory sees them afterwards and they’re upset

Vincent talks to Diedrich about a girl he thinks would make a cute couple with Diedrich; when Diedrich meets her, it’s ‘love at first sight’

Bardroy, Finny, Mey Rin, Sebastian, and Snake -- headcanons -- reacting to their S/O leaving them

Gregory x reader

William -- reaction -- his preteen daughter gets her first period

Cheslock, Clayton, Edward, Joanne, and Soma -- what kind of partner would they be attracted to and how would they act around them?

scenario -- Ciel tells his S/O about Sebastian, they go a little nuts and go after Sebastian

scenario -- Sebastian’s S/O gets tired of him being emotionless and starts attacking him just to get a reaction

Reaper Undertaker -- office rendezvous

x reader with the P4 after a Sphere Music Hall concert

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His Maid, Chance Encounter: 2/ At The Funeral: 1

Summary: The red spider lilies blazing in the fields. The red cardinals singing in the trees. All must eventually wither and die. Falling prey to the deadly laws of nature. Please excuse me. I cannot allow myself to be affected by such vulgarity. I shall have to dispatch him in a deadly efficient way.

Next time on Black Butler: "His Maid, At the Funeral." You see, I am simply one hell of a maid.

Pairings: Eventual Sebastian x Demon!reader

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Warnings: Violence, character death

Word Count: 2760

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Grell had immediately began to attack Sebastian after his statement. He swung his chain saw at him, but Sebastian had moved and dodged it every time. "Ooh, yes! Please run away! We can play tag, Bassy!"

Sebastian jumped back, only for the chain saw to come right near his face. He quickly caught it, which made him get backed up against a wall. "But see what happens if you're not fast enough—you get cut. It's more fun when it hurts a little bit though, isn't it?"

As their fight progressed, you had turned your attention to Madam Red and focused on the task of protecting Ciel. "You're still the Queen's guard dog, which means that now I'm your prey." Madam Red stated as she stood in front of you both, Ciel only looked down, while you shielded him.

"But if it's hunt or be hunted..." She began as she pulled out a dagger. "There's only one thing I can do!" She shouted as she ran towards him.

You pushed him to the side, resulting in her blade slicing the side of your arm. You yelped and moved back, clutching your arm in pain.

Wait. Pain?

You looked down and sure enough, you had blood running down your arm from the fresh wound.

And it hurt, man! Wtf?!

You looked over at Madam Red, who was hunched over and noticed her blade already had blood on it. She must've used the same blade to kill the prostitute. Hopefully, she wouldn't get anything important, or you would be screwed. The blood of the dead was like poison to you if it collides with yours, you weren't exactly sure why, but you had a feeling it had to do with your mixed genes..

Sebastian had glanced at you, his eyes widening in surprise at your pained reaction to the injury.

"You're a doctor! How could you do it?!" Ciel questioned in shock.

"You wouldn't understand if I told you!" She said, without facing him. "You're just a child!" She yelled as she turned around.

She went to grab Ciel's throat, but you pulled him away. She growled and instead, grabbed your throat. You stared at her as she snarled at you.

"Let her go!" Ciel demanded.

"You... You brat..." She muttered as she turned to Ciel. "You shouldn't have been born in the first place!" She yelled as she swung the blade down, stabbing you in the chest. You gasped with your eyes widening as Ciel stared in shock.

"(Y/N)!" You heard Sebastian yell.

She was breathing heavily as she stared down. You used all of your strength to grasp onto her arm, making her look at you. "Angelina...do you honestly believe you can murder the son of your sister?"

Her eyes widened as she looked back at Ciel. "Sister!"

She pulled the blade out of you and backed away just as you heard the sound of something slicing and blood splattering.

You looked over and saw Sebastian running towards Madam Red. "Stop, Sebastian! Don't kill her!" Ciel yelled, making him stop just as he reached out for her. She dropped the blade and backed away.

Sebastian deeply exhaled and dropped his hand, grasping his arm that now had a large gash on his shoulder. "My, Sebastian, your arm..." You muttered.

"Oooh, how sweet you are, Bassy!" Grell said as he pulled out his chain saw from the wall and turned to him. "Really, what a prince. Sacrificing your own poor limb to save our beloved N/N..." He began to walk towards Madam Red.

"On the other hand, you're a disappointment, Madam! Come now. Hurry up and kill the brat already!" He said as he stopped in front of her.

Madam Red buried her face in her hands and started to cry, before looking up at Ciel with watery eyes. "I loved my sister... I loved her husband... I loved their child..." She muttered, before clutching her stomach. "I can't. I can't kill him. I can't kill their beloved son..."

"Really? You're getting soft-hearted on me all of a sudden? After all those deaths?" Grell asked with a shrug. "If you don't end him, he'll end you!"

Ciel stared at her. "Madam..."

"But... this dear boy..." She said, before turning towards Grell. "This child is my—Ugh!"

She was cut off by Grell, who had ran his chain saw through her heart.

All of your eyes' widened. "Too late for that! How disappointing!" He then pulled it out of her, making her body land on the ground.

"What use do I have for you if you're just another woman!?" He said just as strands of cinematic tape began to come from her wound and roll; it displaying pictures of her.

"Is that her?" Sebastian asked as you clutched your chest and moved over to stand next to him.

"A part of the reaper's job is to replay and examine the memories of those who are on the To-Die list. From that, we determine what kind of person they were, we see from their own perspective what kind of life they lived, and we decide whether they should live or die..." Grell stated as you watched it roll.

"Their lives flash right before their eyes." You summed up.

"Oh please, that's such a pedestrian term! It is so much more than that. This is the reaper's true power: the Cinematic Record!" Grell exclaimed as her Cinematic record began to play.

Flashback...

"Rachel, Angelina, come say hello to our guest, Lord Phantomhive and his maid, (Y/N)." Rachel's and Angelina's father stated as he gestured towards Vincent, who was sitting on the couch, with you behind him.

I had hated the red hair I inherited from my father.

"Your hair is very beautiful, An. The color of spider lilies. Red suits you very well." Vincent said with a smile as he stood next to her out in the garden.'

But I came to love it after all. I came to love the color red. I came to love him.

"An, I have wonderful news!" Rachel exclaimed as Angelina walked in to see Rachel and Vincent smiling and laughing on the couch, holding hands as you stood behind them with a smile.

My sister...Once again, I hated the color red. But... I could never bring myself to hate them. Eventually, I, too, met a man and got married.

As it played, you walked away, towards the room where you had found the body. You didn't want to stick around and hear it, because you've already witnessed everything, plus you were weak and needed to feed. You crouched down to the body and stared at it, before opening your mouth, retracting your fangs and leaning forward.

"What do you think—a boy or a girl?" An's husband asked as he was crouched down and rubbing her stomach.

She laughed. "Men are so impatient. How would I know that yet?"

It didn't happen at all in the way I wanted it to, but still, I thought I'd found happiness...

"That carriage hit someone! Call a doctor, quickly!"

Then it all slipped away...

"Your husband died instantly. And in order to save your life, we were forced to remove your uterus and your unborn child with it. I'm sorry, but we had no choice..." The doctor informed as An sat on the hospital bed.

Everything... Everything slipped away from me...I lost the man I had learned to love... and the child I loved so dearly before it was even born. The stain spread...It covered everything...That color I so hated... the color red...My sister was buried with the man she loved. If only... If only my heart had been buried in the ground along with them.

"Honestly, a child would only be in the way. I don't know who the father is, and my customers wouldn't like a child hanging around." The prostitute said as she flipped her hair while sitting in front of An.

I had lost everything in my life. That woman had what I wanted most... what I would never get the chance to have again...And she threw it away without a second thought. I wanted to stain her too...I decided to stain everything red, with my own hands.

"My, my! That was quite a little show!" Grell stated as he walked up from behind her while she was crouched down in front of the prostitute's body.

That's when I met my blood-red grim reaper. A few months later, my missing nephew suddenly reappeared. With him, he brought a butler dressed in black...a butler that was a spitting image of the maid I grew to love as family. I got at least one thing back.

The child of the man I loved... and my sister. If this child could come back, then why couldn't my beloved? If his maid could come back, then why couldn't my sister? Why wasn't I the one he chose to marry?

I finally decided that I would right all the wrongs I had been dealt. You've taken everything!

As the record finished, so did you. You looked down at your arm to see it had already started healing. You sighed as you stood up, wiping the blood that was now covering your mouth and licking it off your fingers. Your fangs retracted as you walked back outside, seeing her record had ended.

Ciel stared at you, but you didn’t look at him as you walked back over to Sebastian, with your wound healing and your strength returning.

"How beautiful you were dyed crimson covered in your victims' blood. I loved you so." Grell said, before he removed his coat and threw it somewhere as he walked over to her body. "What a disappointment you turned out to be in the end. You don't have what it takes to wear red." He said as he took the red coat she had been wearing and slipped it on. "Your cheap little melodrama ends now. It's over, Madam Red. Goodbye." Grell picked up his chain saw and walked away, with you and Sebastian staring after him.

'Are you alright?'  Sebastian asked inside your mind.

You said nothing and walked over to Ciel, staring down at him as he closed Madam Red's lifeless eyes. "Well, what are you waiting for?" He questioned, making Sebastian stop as he walked over. "I thought I ordered you to put an end to Jack the Ripper."

"Well, in all honesty, young master, you never gave me that order." You recalled.

"I'm ordering you now! It's not over yet." He stated, making Grell stop walking. Ciel turned around and looked up at the two of you. "One is left. Both of you, stop standing there and kill him!"  

You both looked at each other and smiled, before looking back at Ciel. "Certainly." Sebastian said, before you both turned and walked to stand behind Grell.

"I was going to spare you—professional courtesy and all that— but if you insist, I'll send you both and the boy to heaven all together!" He yelled as he started his chain saw and turned around, swinging it towards your heads.

You both ducked and smiled at him. "Heaven? You're joking." You said as you both swiftly jumped up, landing on the roof of a building behind him. Grell's eyes went wide. "We know nothing of heaven." You said with a laugh, before he turned around, only to get a kick in the face from Sebastian, who jumped down and landed in front of him.

"You would kick a lady in the face?! Where are your manners, sir?!" Grell scolded.

"Yes, Sebastian, that is not how a gentlemen acts." You added with a smirk as you jumped down and landed behind Grell.

"You're right, (Y/N). Terribly sorry. You see, I am simply one hell of a butler." Sebastian said as he turned around to face Grell.

"Ha! You think two demons like you can beat a reaper?" Grell said in disbelief.

"Certainly. You see, if our master tells us to win, then we shall win." You said as you looked back at Ciel.

"You care a lot about that puny little brat, don't you, (N/N)?" Grell questioned. You didn't answer, and only looked at Ciel, who looked back at you.

"I'm jealous. Demon or not, you both shall still be destroyed if I reap you with my death scythe. Aren't you frightened?"

Sebastian smiled. "Not at all. You see, we both belong to our masters. Our own soul and our body, down to the last hair are theirs. Our contracts remain, so we follow their every order."

You looked back at Sebastian. "That's what it truly means to be a servant." You finished as you looked at Grell.

He grinned and rose up his chain saw, running towards the both of you while laughing. You both moved and jumped up as he swung at you. "Here we are, a demon and a reaper!" He said as you both looked down at him, landing on the ground.

You went to kick him, but he jumped up. "I suppose we'll never resolve this, Bassy." Grell said as you both also jumped up towards him. "These feelings that we have are forbidden. Oh, my! It's just like Romeo and Juliet!" Grell exclaimed as he and Sebastian grew closer, until Sebastian gave a face of disgust.

"O my dear Bassy! Wherefore art thou my sweet love Bassy?" Grell said as he clutched his heart with a smile.

Sebastian narrowed his eyes at Grell and shot up, punching him in the face. Grell landed back on a roof top, with you and Sebastian landing on the roof opposite from him. "If you would deny thy master and refuse thy name, I know that we could be happy together..."

Sebastian smiled. "The moment my master uttered my new name, the word became our solemn contract. I was re-baptized as his, and his alone. At least, until (Y/N) will give into her being my mate for all eternity." He added as he looked at you.

You sighed. "Now is not the time, Sebastian." You said in annoyance as you looked at him.

He clicked his tongue and looked back at Grell. "From that day, I have been Sebastian. By yonder moon I swear it."

"To swear by something inconstant as the moon, how I can believe your words?" Grell questioned, he then stared at Sebastian's eyes that were his usual demonic pink-slitted. "Yet I see your eyes and know that they do what your lips and hands long to do. You caress me softly with your unworthy, devilish gaze!"

"Oooh! It's too much, Bassy! I would bear your children if only you let me!" He gushed.

This time, it was you who gave a look of disgust, because the very image of that made you want to throw up. "Honestly, would you please stop that... It is revolting."

"Urgh, you treat me so coldly, (Y/N). I imagine it is only your own act of jealousy." He said as he started his chain saw again, all of you beginning to run towards each other.

"Beautiful tyrant!" Grell exclaimed as he swung the saw underneath Sebastian, who jumped and spread his legs.

"Fiend angelical!" Grell swung at you next, but you leaned back.

"My dove-feather'd raven!" He swung at Sebastian's face, but he blocked and grabbed Grell by the collar.

"Oh, Bassy!" Sebastian held the chain saw in place with Grell still holding onto it. "Bassy my love... If only cruel morning would never come! Then the two of us might go on like this forever. Our love permanently lit by the moon's seductive glow." He stated before leaning forward and in Sebastian's face.

Grell suddenly roughly hit Sebastian on the forehead with his. "But, no, I'm afraid our adventure ends here. Shall we part with a passionate kiss?" He said as Sebastian fell back. "No, then good night, my love, a thousand times good night!" He revved his chain saw and sliced Sebastian across the stomach.

You growled and went towards Grell, but he had sliced your side mid air and kicked you off the roof, making you fly through the air and land on the ground near Ciel.

"There now, surely your Cinematic Record would be far more interesting than any human's!" Grell said as strands of cinematic tape came out of Sebastian, like it had to Madam Red.

"Mmhmmm..." Grell hummed with a grin as Sebastian's cinematic record began to play.

A flash of a past memeory of Tanaka, sipping tea popped up. "Mmm?"