#trancy triplets x reader

[demonic-charcuterie]

Trancy Triplets x Fem witch! Reader

Context: Basically the plot of puppeteer but if you haven’t listened to it, you are a witch who leaves in the woods with your three imp boyfriends when warriors who you feel are a threat find your location

You were resting on cushions on the floor with your three loving boyfriends. Your back was pressed against Canterbury’s chest while Timber and Thompson shared a spot on your legs while listening to you flip through pages. You shot off of Canterbury back when you heard a knock on the door. You stood and open the door with the three men glaring behind you as you greeted the men at the door.

You smirked and open the door all the way. “Come inside! Go ahead and rest where ever you’d like!” You said while ushering them in to an Array of love seats,cushion, and a large table. You saw a man limping him and frowned while rushing over to him and putting his arm over your shoulder. “I’ve got you. Don’t worry y/n got you now!”

You snapped and food appeared on the table and all the men gasped. You and the boys smirked as the went around handing the men cups of ale.

“Take a seat! I have so much for you men to eat! I bet you’re tired by the years spent on your feet!”

You said while standing in front of the table and holding Timbers arm. Your eyes darken and you began giggling gently as the men around the table began to squeal and sink to the floor. You and the boys glowed a bright pink as the men began growing mounts and tails.

“It’s truly nothing personal boys…but the last time we let strangers live…we faced a dire loss.”

[angstbyangeline]

Eternal Vows, Limited Love

Alois Trancy x fem!reader

Authors Note: hello! This is my first story. if you have any criticisms, feel absolutely free to comment them or message me! Enjoy the story <3

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The sound of the horses' steps or the steel wheels moving forward couldn’t overpower the deafening sound of your pounding heart. As the hours went by, you felt yourself growing more and more anxious. You were terrified of meeting your future husband. A part of you was anxious but the other was angry. Angry that your father put you up to this.

You wanted to meet someone at your own time, at your own pace. But as the years went by, your father grew more and more frustrated. Constantly nagging that you should find a wealthy husband with a good family and social status. You turned down every candidate your father proposed to you. None of them catching your eye. After years of turning “good” men down, your father put his foot down and informed you that you will be married off to Alois Trancy.

A young teenage boy. Son of the late Earl Trancy. As wealthy as Alois was, the rumors couldn’t be ignored. Often labeled as a incompetent spoiled brat who clings to his butler. Then there was the bigger rumor: he actually wasn’t the son of Earl Trancy. His uncle, Arnold Trancy, had huge suspicions about Alois.

You peeked out the window, hoping the sight would distract you from your anxiety. Looking at the beautiful blooming trees and the gorgeous tulips. Looking further into the view you catch a glimpse of the Trancy Manor. Your anxiety kicked back in, greater than it was before.

“Remember good posture. Head and chin up. I don’t need any of your filthy attitude today. Especially not around that Trancy brat” your father demanded. He too noticed the carriage getting closer to the manor. The older man straightened his suit and adjusted his hat.

“Oh please. How do you not expect me to have an attitude when you’re marrying me off to London’s most wealthy brat? Don’t trouble yourself, I won’t embarrass you. This whole arrangement is more than enough to make me ashamed” each word laced with venom as it left your mouth.

“I’m here if you need anything, m’lady,” your butler, James, calmly confided.

Truth is you were deathly scared of Alois Trancy. You’ve never met the boy so who knows what he’s capable of? As you were lost in worries, you finally arrived in front of the manor. You swallowed your anxiety and took a deep breath. You wouldn’t allow yourself to let Alois see the fear you had for him.

The coachman stopped the carriage and brought down the steps. The first out was your father, gaining some assistance from the coachman. Then James stepped out. Finally it was your turn. Taking one final deep breath, you stepped out of the carriage with the help of James. After fully stepping down, you adjusted your gown and looked up.

Your eyes immediately landed on the blonde teenager. His eyes were already locked with yours. You felt blood rush to your ears. You broke eye contact to look at the staff he had with him.

His butler, who you knew was Claude. Always sticking by Alois’ side. Then there were three identical triplets. Each of them was the exact same, apart from the way their plum bangs sat on their face. Then there was a maid. Tall, darker in skin tone, long silky pastel purple hair. She was beautiful. But she had a bandage on her eye. What happened?

A part of you feared that Alois had something to do with it. She seemed shy and afraid compared to the rest of the servants. Another part of you appreciated the presence of another woman. The multiple men around you made you feel uneasy, uncomfortable.

Your father flashed Alois a smile and presented, “My lord, I bring you my daughter. Y/n Rothschild. I hope she will be able to fulfill your wishes and desires in a wife.”

“Good evening, my lord” You picked your gown slightly and bowed.

“Oh there’s no need for that!” Alois exclaimed, dismissing your bow, “Call me any pet name your heart desires! I am to be your husband soon after all!”

Alois laughs as he comes closer to you. Taking your hand and placing a delicate kiss on the top. Then he turns to your father.

“Feel free to call me son, Lord Rothschild. I’ll call you father if you’d like. We will be family very soon.”

“Claude, have the triplets bring in Y/n’s belongings. Then I want you and Hannah to set up the living area for some tea. Quickly!” Alois demanded with a smile and clap at the end.

Claude immediately went to order the triplets to take your luggage inside. The triplets nodded before whispering to themselves looking between you, James and your father. It’s traditional for a couple to move in after being married but your father needed you married off immediately and took any measures to make it happen. Hannah walked back into the manor to prepare the tea and desserts, Claude following shortly behind.

“Oh please let me show you around!” Alois shouted.

Before anyone could say a word, Alois took hold of your hand once more and began to run into the manor. You let out a gasp when he did so. Looking back at your father and James for some sort of response. Your father chuckles at the scene, finding it amusing and James begins to follow the two of you. James won’t leave your side unless you order him to.

“It’s alright James, I’ll meet you two in the living area after the tour” You let out, not wanting to bore him with the tour you were about to go on.

“Yes m’lady” James called out. He looked at the two teens with a troubled expression. Uneasy about what Alois would do or say during the tour.

Alois gives the longest tour known to man on his never ending manor. All you could mostly do is nod and offer small exchanges of words. Most of the talking is done by Alois. You should’ve felt so joyful for the amount of space that Alois had to offer but you felt so empty. The space was filled with expensive decor and furniture. Nothing could shake the emptiness of the hallways or the endless rooms.

“Your room will be near mine. Of course, after we wed, we’ll share my room. It’s the biggest and the most beautiful. How does that sound darling?” Alois finally faced you again.

“That’s perfect. Thank you,” you reply.

“Come on, let's go to the living area. It should be ready by now!”

Alois let go of your hand and ran down the curved stairs. Giggling and spinning around at the bottom waiting for you to get down. Slightly envious of how carefree he seemed to be.

Your mother always reminded you that a lady shouldn’t rush as it’s unlady-like. Taking your time coming down the steps, it seemed like forever before you reached the bottom.

Following behind Alois, the two of you finally reached the living area. James and your father were already there. Hannah stood next to the table. It was full of sweets and a beautiful blue and gold teapot and matching tea cups.

“Hannah, pour everyone some tea rather than looking like a pathetic wretch!”

She bit her bottom lip before saying, “Yes, your highness.”

Quickly adding a tea bag into all the cups then pouring boiling water into each of them.

You looked at James and your father with wide eyes and James looked at you, Alois and your father. Your father was slightly alarmed at the sudden outburst but didn’t say anything. He shook his head at you, not wanting you to comment on the situation. You gave him a silent disgusted and shocked expression. Why didn’t any of them speak up for Hannah? Did she face this often? You couldn’t stand the fact that Alois would speak to a woman this way.

“Alois, I suggest you treat your staff, especially Hannah, with a little more kindness. Tantrums aren’t flattering.” You suggested. Giving Hannah a kind smile and a low ‘thank you’ when she placed your teacup in front of you.

“Darling please, Hannah is a pitiful ugly thing. Sneaking pity from guests like yourselves. She’ll be fine, don’t worry about her” Alois explained.

“Just because she doesn’t react to your demands, doesn’t mean they don't affect her feelings. If you speak this way to the woman who cares for your wellbeing- I can’t imagine what you’ll say to me behind closed doors.”

You grew more annoyed at explaining to a teenager how his words have an effect on people. It’s shameful and embarrassing.

You shot a look at your father, who face palmed that the fact you disobeyed his wishes of you keeping silent. You rolled your eyes at him. Waiting for Alois’ response. But it never came. So your father decided to speak up.

“My deepest apologies, my lord. My daughter picks up idiotic ideas from the distasteful books she reads.”

He was embarrassed to speak any further. Much more than you. He was never told no or been called out for his actions. He was also failing to impress you, his future wife. Alois would take out this frustration and embarrassment on Hannah later, away from the guests and you.

Tea was spent with your father and Alois discussing last minute wedding plans rather awkwardly. You tuned out most of the conversion. None of it appealed to you. Still angry over this being not your decision. Mindlessly giving answers to the question they would ask regarding the flowers, colors, and even the dress.

You dreamed of this day when you were smaller. Daydreaming about every little detail. Now you can only dread the date. It was only a couple weeks away. Most of the planning already being done as your father and Alois met months earlier.

Alois enjoyed the thought of being married to you, the daughter and future heiress of the Rothschild fortune. Your family was one of the richest in London. You grew up spoiled but once you actually stepped foot in the outside world, you realized how privileged you were. Alois gleemed at the thought of all the money you’d bring in once your father died.

A beautiful wife and a large fortune of money? He really can have it all.

After the discussion, it was time for your father to leave. You hated it. Hated your father for this whole ordeal but hated him for leaving. You didn’t want to be alone. Sure you had James but you had no one, family wise. Claude stayed behind, explaining duties to James. Alois and yourself walked your father back to the carriage.

“I trust you’ll take great care of my daughter. I want only the best for her. Best gifts, best future, best gowns, best food and the best husband.” Your father explains to Alois. He meant it really.

“Of course, she will be treated like the queen herself. Will never be short of anything.”

“I hope to see you soon father…” you dropped the formalities. You felt like a little girl again, just wanting the reassurance of your father.

“You will, darling. I will see you right before your big day. I promise.”

Sir Rothschild knew you were scared but he still believed this was the right choice. He brought you closer to him and gave you a delicate kiss on the top of your head.

You nodded and gave him a sad half smile. This was your life now and you had to accept it wasn’t going to change.

You and Alois walked back inside silently. Both of you uneasy about who should speak first and what to even say.

“I’d like to be directed to my room please” you ask, tired and overwhelmed by the loneliness.

“Of course. Let me take you.”

You followed behind Alois until you reached your room. He opened the door and inside was breathtaking. Alois must’ve gotten a lot of information out of your father about you. The room was drowned in your favorite color with many hints of gold. All of your luggage was placed into the closets. Your favorite sweets and tea/coffee were on a tray beside your bed. The bed was also in your favorite color. The many pillows and the thick comforter made the bed look heavenly.

“Thank you, this room is beautiful.” For once you gave Alois a genuine smile.

“It was decorated just for you and to your liking. If anything is distasteful please let me know. I’ll have it exchanged immediately,” Alois giggled.

His arms snaked their way onto your shoulders. He certainly got comfortable right away. The hug caught you off guard and you became stiff. You didn’t hug back or react but you also didn’t oppose. Maybe you weren’t alone. Just maybe you’ll be alright.

After a minute, Alois let go and informed you that he’ll have Claude fetch you for dinner. You nod and close the door behind him. Kicking off your kitten heels and placing your jewelry on the nightstand, you jump into the king-size bed. Letting the soft material drown your body. Deciding to take a nap before dinner.

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It was almost two hours into your nap when Claude knocked on your door. Informing you that dinner was about to be ready.

You opened the door and noticed Hannah was there beside him. Greeting both of them, you stepped aside to let them in.

“Alois asked that you wear something fancy for dinner. Hannah here will help you get ready.”

And with that, Claude was gone. You turned to Hannah who was going through your closet. Picking out options for you to choose.

“May I ask what happened to your eye? Don’t worry yourself, everything you say is confidential” you politely asked, offering her a sweet empathetic smile.

“It’s nothing really, m’lady. Just a mistake of mine.” Her words were soft and light. Scared that someone would listen in.

You sighed, closed the door and asked lowly, “was it Alois? I heard rumors about his temper.”

Hannah let out a small sigh and nodded.

You weren’t surprised but still shocked at the fact that Alois would do such a thing to a woman.

“I’m sorry that happened to you. As long as I’m here, I’ll make sure he won’t put his hands on you again.” You vowed.

Hannah laid out the gown for you to choose. After scanning each dress, you picked your favorite. Hannah nods before undressing you from your current gown.

“I appreciate that endlessly m’lady. I would like to thank you for advocating on my behalf.”

“Of course.”

After getting dressed and fixing your hair, you and Hannah make your way down stairs for dinner. You were now comfortable in the manor. You have someone to talk to and confide in. Hannah gave off a motherly and loving aura.

Alois was already there, sitting at the end of the table.

“Over here darling! Come sit next to me” he exclaimed, waving from where he was.

You nodded and made your way to sit on his right side.

“You look just devine. Can’t believe my future wife is so gorgeous!” he giggled.

His compliment brought a slight tint to your cheeks.

“Thank you. You are quite handsome yourself. I’m very pleased with this… arrangement” You trail off. The first half was genuine but the last half was a lie.

“I know this wasn’t your decision but I plan to make you as happy as possible,” Alois picked up on your lie. You didn’t exactly hide it either.

“Thank you and I’m sorry, I wish I was happy with this decision but I didn’t expect it to happen so soon and with someone I’ve never met,” you were honest, you had to be. This is the person you’re going to spend the rest of your life tied to.

“I understand, maybe we just need to get to know each other! Love isn’t an easy thing of course. I hope in time, we can learn to love each other” he almost sounded desperate.

“Yes. I’m sure I’ll grow to love you.”

You, yourself, weren’t even sure if you were lying. You wanted to love Alois, you kind of don’t have a choice. But you were also unsure if you can even bring yourself to love him after learning what he did to Hannah.

Dinner was okay. Alois had ordered his servant to make your favorite dish. You appreciated that. Most of the evening was spent eating and some small talk. It was awkward, of course. But Alois truly wanted you to like him. He started with the basics like favorite hobbies, shops and such.

After dinner, James and Claude cleaned up the dishes. Alois offered to walk you to your room before turning in for the night. You accepted and started walking. More small talk was exchanged and you felt yourself becoming more comfortable in his presence. Underneath his tantrums and rotten behavior, there’s a sweet boy, who longs for love and company.

Once you reached your door, you asked Alois if he could fetch Hannah to help you for a bath. He nodded. Before walking in, you gave him a hug and a delicate kiss on the cheek. Truly enjoying dinner. He waved you goodbye and walked off to find Hannah.

You closed the door and sighed with a smile. After a couple of minutes, Hannah knocked at the door and had all the supplies needed for a bath.

After your bath, you thanked Hannah and put into your night garments. Ready to finally sleep the remaining worries away.

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The weeks leading up to the wedding were great. Alois took you out of the manor to the shops, bakeries, plays and operas. The two of you spent a lot of time in his garden, enjoying each other's company. With each passing day, you became more fond of him.

Now that you were comfortable, you expressed some of your wants for the wedding. Adjusting anything that wasn’t to your liking. Picking out your dress was the most fun. The day you dreaded became the day you couldn’t wait for. Feeling like that little girl again. Who’s dreams you’re finally granting.

You father did say true to his word, he came by the Trancy manor the day before the wedding. Taking you out to your favorite bakery then your favorite park. Your father told you stories of when you were little. He didn’t want to think about the wedding, to him it felt like you were going to be gone forever.

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The day of the wedding was very stressful. You were by no means a bridezilla but you wanted this day to be perfect. And it was. Your father and Alois made sure of it.

You couldn’t find any flaw in your wedding. It was exactly to your liking. The vows were a little awkward as you didn’t have a love story or any meaningful moments. The priest asked you and Alois to repeat the vows.

Alois turned to face you and repeated what the priest said, “I, Alois Trancy, take you, Y/n Rothschild, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; and I promise to be faithful to you until death parts us.”

Now it was your turn. All you had to do was say the same thing. You let out a tiny sigh, gave Alois a small smile and repeated:

“I, Y/n Rothschild, take you, Alois Trancy, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; and I promise to be faithful to you until death parts us.”

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Alois pulled your vile over your head and took hold of your hands in his. He leans in and you do as well. A gentle kiss was shared.

All the guests got up and applauded. Some cheering, others whistling. Alois stepped down from the altar and held out his hand for you to take. You step down and take his hand. Both of you run down the aisle like little children playing. For a moment, all the worries, awkwardness, and mystery drifted away.

Many guests threw rice grains as you ran down. Once outside of the church, Alois and you stopped in front of a carriage. It was absolutely beautiful. Straight out of the fairytale books your maid would read to you.

Once inside the carriage, you and your newly husband waved goodbye to your guests as the carriage moved.

After no longer being in the views of guests, you turn to Alois.

“What now?”

He turns to face you, “I’m not sure darling. I assume we continue to strengthen our bond. We’ll grow to love each other.”

“I suppose you’re correct.” You gave him a sweet smile.

You scooted closer to him, hugged his arm and placed your head on his shoulder.

Not the life you wanted but you weren’t opposed either. Your life is simple and pleasant now.

[anonymousewrites]

One Hell of a Love (Book 1.5) Chapter Thirteen

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Thirteen: One Hell of an Instrument

Summary: The Phantomhive household goes to the Trancy Halloween Celebration, and the Trancies plot their downfall.

Mouse Note: Time to catch Sebastian simping. Oh and of course I’m about to simp over MC, too. Comment what you think!

            “The Trancys are plotting something,” said (Y/N) as they and Sebastian loaded the carriage to head off.

            “Indeed,” said Sebastian. “We must both be wary. Every servant in that mansion is a demon. If it comes to a fight, it will be two versus five.”

            (Y/N) cocked their head. “I thought we were unusual in working together.”

            “The triplets seem loyal in some way to Hannah, the maid,” said Sebastian. His gaze darkened. “But I am unsure why she remains in the mansion. She is clearly powerful but bows readily to the Lord of the household.”

            “Whatever is going on there, I don’t like it. And that’s coming from a demon,” said (Y/N). “I’ll remain with the servants and anyone else we know at the ball to ensure nothing happens to them if you and Ciel are called away.”

            Sebastian nodded. “Good.”

            (Y/N) picked up a box and placed it in the carriage. “That’s the last of the costumes for Finnian, Baldroy, Mey-Rin, and myself. The Young Master’s is in a separate trunk.”

            Sebastian smirked. “They convinced you to wear a costume.”

            (Y/N)’s nose twitched. “They’re not afraid to approach me. You scare them more. Fortunately, I avoided doing a group costume with them. Unfortunately, I’m dressing as a vampire.”

            Sebastian tsked. “One of that kind? A true step down for a demon.”

            “I still wear black, at least,” said (Y/N). They smirked. “And the outfit…Well, it is fit for a demon, so I have nothing to complain about.”

            Sebastian sincerely hoped that he got to see them in it. But he absolutely didn’t want Claude to look at them.

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            “Alois Trancy,” said Ciel as the carriage rolled through the forest. “You said the late Earl Trancy died three years ago, didn’t you?”

            “Yes,” said Sebastian.

            “Three years ago…” Ciel remembered the tragedy of his own life that occurred three years ago. He pushed those thoughts aside and continued, “Alois was kidnapped when he was little and went missing for a long time, but then he came back, shortly before his father died, bringing with him a mysterious butler. Right?”

            “Correct,” said (Y/N).

            “I feel I have heard this story before somewhere,” said Sebastian.

            Ciel turned away. “It happens often.”

            The carriage came to a stop, and Sebastian stepped down. He guided (Y/N) down next as a proper butler and then bowed as Ciel stepped to the ground.

            “We’re going in through the back door,” said Baldroy, turning the carriage to park it.

            “See you later, Young Master,” said Mey-Rin cheerfully.

            “You can look forward to seeing our costumes!” said Finny.

            Sebastian stepped towards the door and raised a hand to knock. The door opened before he touched it. Claude stood in the doorway. His eyes slid off (Y/N) and Ciel.

            “You must be Earl Ciel Phantomhive,” said Claude. He bowed slightly. “We have been awaiting you. I am the butler of this house. My name is Claude Faustus.” He stepped to the side and opened the door wider. “Please enter.”

            Sebastian paused and looked up before entering. Ciel glanced at him. “What is it?”

            Claude followed Sebastian’s gaze. “Ah, yes.” There was a spiderweb in the corner. “Spiders form part of the Trancy family crest, so it is our custom not to kill them.”

            “Indeed. If you try to brush them off, they will just cling to you and never let go,” said Sebastian. His words were courteous but sharp.

            Claude didn’t have an answer. “Please.” He bowed to allow them to enter once more.

            Ciel, (Y/N), and Sebastian walked in. Ciel paused as he entered the foyer, his vision swimming as he took in the room that had the slightest air of familiarity. He stumbled back, and Sebastian steadied him.

            “Is something wrong, Young Master?” said Sebastian. He and (Y/N) exchanged a glance. It was a risk being here.

            “Not at all.” Ciel stood straight, furrowing his brow. He glanced at Claude. “Can my butler and maid come with me?”

            “That would be fine,” said Claude.

            “Let’s go,” said Ciel.

            “Very well,” said Sebastian.

            “Yes, my Lord,” said (Y/N).

            “I am sorry.” Claude spoke before they left. “Unfortunately, my Master is away on business. He will be back for the costume ball.”

            “I see,” said Ciel.

            “I have prepared tea for you in the drawing room,” said Claude. He bowed his head. “Everyone else is already there.”

            “Everyone else?” wondered Ciel as Sebastian opened the door to the drawing room.

            “Ciel!” Elizabeth ran towards him and hugged him eagerly.

            “Elizabeth!” exclaimed Ciel in surprise.

            “Call me Lizzy!” said Elizabeth insistently.

            “Aren’t you late, Earl?” said Lau, relaxing on a divan with Ran-Mao. (Sebastian and (Y/N) had thoroughly vetted him and decided he was back on good behavior, so that plus his usefulness for information allowed him back into Ciel’s life).

            “Lau?” Ciel hadn’t expected him, either. “Were you all invited, too? That means…” He looked around in confusion.

            “What?” asked Elizabeth.

            “I thought Madame Red would be here, too,” said Ciel. “She’s the kind of person that’d do anything to participate in such an event.”

            Everyone shifted uncomfortably. Sebastian and (Y/N) had informed them of Ciel’s “accident” during the fires of London, so nobody would tell him anything upsetting, but they all knew the truth of Madame Red being dead.

            “Ciel!” Soma jumped at the Earl and hugged him, successfully changing the subject from Madame Red, but also further confusing Ciel since he didn’t remember meeting Soma. “Ciel! Ciel!” Tears streamed down Soma’s cheeks.

            “Who are you? Let go!” said Ciel.

            “Who am I? So you don’t…!” Soma’s tears continued.

            “I told you to let go!” said Ciel.

            “Is he by any chance…?” whispered Elizabeth.

            “Yes. Prince Soma,” informed Sebastian quietly.

            “But this way, Ciel will figure everything out!” said Elizabeth worriedly.

            “Do not worry. Agni, the Prince’s khansama, is always with him and won’t allow things to go wrong,” said (Y/N). They smiled. “He is quite capable, I assure you, my Lady.”

            Sebastian was torn between his respect for Agni and his dislike for the obvious fact that Agni was (Y/N)’s favorite human since he was the most interesting. He didn’t like people gaining their affection in any way, not when he hadn’t secured their affections himself. That being said, Sebastian understood their respect for Agni. After all, all three were friends.

            “No, please don’t, Prince Soma,” said Agni, pulling Soma off of Ciel.

            “No! Ciel, Ciel!” Soma protested.

            “What’s with him?” muttered Ciel.

            Agni glanced at Sebastian, who smiled in acknowledgement of his human friend. Agni returned the smile, and (Y/N) added one.

            “I am sorry,” said Agni, bowing to Ciel. “He is the twenty-sixth son of the King of Bengal, Prince Soma Asman Kadar.”

            “Why does the Prince cry when he looks at me?” said Ciel.

            “Ciel!” Soma moved for Ciel again, but Agni intercepted him. “Even though we have finally met…”

            “He is moved to be meeting the founder of the Funtom Company,” said Agni, capable as ever. “Toys made by the Funtom Company are very rare in our country.”

            “Our memories will never vanish!” cried Soma.

            “These toys remind the Prince of a friend,” said Agni.

            “No matter what happens, our friendship will—!”

            “He was a very important friend to the Prince,” said Agni. He was being worked to the bone. “Unfortunately…that friend…he…” Tears gathered in the edges of Agni’s eyes. “How tragic, Prince!”

            “Agni!” Soma and his khansama embraced.

            “I think they are beyond hope,” said Sebastian, distracting Ciel. “Let us retire to your room, Young Master. You have to get ready for the ball. Come.”

            They walked through the halls, guided by one of the triplets. Once inside the room, Ciel turned to his servants.

            “There is something going on here,” said Ciel. “I want more information on the Trancy family. Sebastian, look around for more information. Investigate thoroughly.”

            “Yes, my Lord,” said Sebastian.

            This was it. (Y/N) would watch over the ball, and Sebastian would handle anything happening behind the scenes.

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            (Y/N) hovered at the edges of the ball to keep an eye on the Trancy servants. Even if he was busy, Ciel was still Sebastian’s responsibility, so (Y/N) was on “people Ciel claims aren’t friends but would upset him if they were hurt” duty.

            They watched Finny, Baldroy, and Mey-Rin, dressed as the three Chinese monster musketeers, try to convince Ciel, a pirate, to join them as another character from the fable, but he wasn’t having it. Elizabeth also wanted him to stay with her since she was dressed as a princess (“Who runs away with a pirate prince” -Elizabeth, very excited). Lau and Ran-Mao were wearing more dramatic traditional Chinese outfits, which didn’t surprise (Y/N) since it crossed Lau’s desire to show off with his laziness.

            (Y/N) stood in their vampire costume. They wore a black dress with a slit up the leg, and they had skin-colored gloves with black beadwork overtop to create a “magic” effect. Finally, they had the staple red lip and their canines sharply extended to give the vampiric effect. At least if they had to dress up as such a creature they looked good. (Y/N) wouldn’t stand to look like a fool.

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            “What a splendid room,” said Sebastian, turning from the bedside table he’d been looking through as Claude entered. “The bed making, the way it is cleaned, even the table’s interior; all perfect. I can feel your profound consideration for the person who will use this room. I have learned so much.” His words were a front of pleasantry as the other demon watched him.

            “Do not bother,” said Claude. “You are so devoted to your duty that you went as far as imitating a sneaky thief. I am the one impressed.”

            Sebastian smirked. “Thank you kindly.” He walked to the door and paused behind Claude. His gaze darkened. “I will not hand the Young Master over to you because I am one hell of a butler; the young master’s butler.”

            “I will obey my Master’s orders unconditionally. I am also one hell of a butler,” said Claude with equal seriousness. His eyes met Sebastian’s. “Just as (Y/N) is one hell of a maid.”

            “(Y/N) is a Phantomhive servant. Of course they are of the highest caliber, even amongst our kind.” He didn’t like Claude bringing them up. “You should know they are capable of handling anything the Trancy household attempts.” Sebastian’s eyes narrowed. “Just as I am. Whatever…interest you have in them…I’d advise you to find other diversions.” The warning was clear: Sebastian may not know what Claude wanted with (Y/N), but he would step in if necessary. He wouldn’t give up Ciel or (Y/N).

            “I have no need for diversions. What else could be more interesting?” Claude’s threat was equally clear: he designs against (Y/N) weren’t to be dissuaded so simply.

            Sebastian didn’t dignify him with an answer and brushed out of the room to continue his investigations. However, he knew that the Trancy manor wanted something with Ciel and Claude wanted something with (Y/N). He would remain on guard.

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            (Y/N) pulled Finny, Baldroy, and Mey-Rin to the side after they nearly destroyed the ballroom attempting to “help” the triplets. Of course, they were demons while the troublesome trio were humans, so the triplets were more capable. Since they weren’t causing an issue for (Y/N) yet, they let them work.

            They straightened and scanned the room again. (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. Ciel was gone. Whether he was taken or left on his own accord, something was about to happen. They faced the Trancy servants and narrowed their eyes. Very well. Sebastian could handle Ciel. (Y/N) would handle the ballroom and whatever the Trancys had planned.

            The doors of the ballroom opened, and Hannah, dressed in a black dress designed to show off her assets and direct all eyes to her, pushed something covered by a red cloth in. The guests paused and whispered in wonder as she stopped in the center of the room.

            (Y/N) narrowed their eyes. They could sense malevolent energy radiating from both the demoness and the object beneath the cloth. Hannah pulled the cloth away with a flourish to reveal a seat and a strange instrument in black with white bones carved in.

            “What’s that?” wondered Mey-Rin.

            “Maybe a musical instrument?” said Finny excitedly.

            Hannah opened the instrument to reveal violet and gold bowls that could be rotated. (Y/N) knew it on sight—a demon’s instrument. Hannah sat on the bench before the instrument and slowly licked her fingers to wet them to play. The men (and a number of women) blushed at the action. (Y/N) nearly rolled their eyes. It was textbook seduction, a basic technique for simple-minded humans (which were abundant in the room).

            Hannah pushed the pedal of the instrument, and the bowls began to turn. She put her hands out, and a haunting melody began to surround the audience as she played. The song swirled in (Y/N)’s heart, as deep and dark as their own non-soul. They could feel the black magic in the melody, pulling humans closer with a siren song.

            And then, the demonic instrument struck. The mortals grabbed their ears as the songs of hell pained them. They clutched their heads in agony as the melody swelled with power. (Y/N) and Hannah alone stood unaffected, demons among humans.

            “What’s going on with them?” asked Lau innocently.

            Ah, so there were some humans unaffected. (Y/N) nearly deadpanned when they saw Lau and Ran-Mao, wearing earplugs, looking around at the mortals cowering in pain. However, they refrained from deadpanning since it showed a solution to the issue—stop the humans from hearing. At least that didn’t seem to give any other harmful effects.

            The other humans, however, were going worse. They straightened as the music infected them. Wild grins split their features. Their eyes glowed violet. The humans circled Ciel’s friends, grabbing various items as weapons.

            “Agni, watch them!” warned (Y/N), knocking an attacker to the ground unconscious. “The instrument is controlling them!”

            “Understood!” said Agni. He unwrapped his Right Hand of Kali and swiftly hit the Phantomhive servant’s nerves, blocking their hearing and saving them from the demonic music. “They’re coming,” he warned them, tying Soma’s deerstalker around his ears to shield him.

            Ran-Mao swiftly kicked several approaching people away. (Y/N) pinched the nerves on Paula and Elizabeth’s neck to gently knock them unconscious to protect them from the battle and the effects of the music.

            “Agni, stop them by knocking them unconscious!” ordered Soma.

            “Jo ajna!” said Agni. Finny, Baldroy, and Mey-Rin obeyed the order as well.

            As people were knocked down, though, Hannah’s hypnotic hymn awoke them again, and they rejoined the fight. The music thrummed in their veins.

            “Damn it! There are too many of them!” said Soma.

            “I will handle it,” said (Y/N).

            They leapt over the attackers and grabbed the wine bottle and glasses. They would fight fire with fire or, in this case, music with music. With demonic precision and speed, (Y/N) set out the numerous glasses and poured various amounts of wine in, deep red. (Y/N) looked down at Hannah and smirked, pulling their gloves off. In a purposeful movement, they licked their fingers, taunting Hannah with how easy it was to replicate what she did. It was a prelude to (Y/N)’s music that would surpass Hannah’s.

            (Y/N)’s fingers smoothed the edges of the wine glasses, and a soft tone echoed through the room, threading its way into the demon instrument’s song. They let the note hold before playing to their full ability. They moved across the balcony overlooking the ballroom, each finger drawing new melodies from the wine glasses, weaving new harmonies into Hannah’s demonic song.

            The attacking humans froze and turned to listen to the combination of melodies new circling them. The Phantomhive servants and friends watched in pleased surprise as (Y/N) played the cups.

            “I suddenly feel calm…” sighed Finny.

            “It’s so relaxing,” said Mey-Rin appreciatively.

            “Amazing,” said Agni. “The melody performed by (Y/N) is overlapping with that woman’s music, modifying its timbre. It sounded so eerie and ominous, and now it is so gentle and full of affection.”

            The watchers gazed at Hannah and (Y/N) as they played with pure focus, music soaring to new heights of beauty, nearly angelic in quality. Even the newcomers in the ballroom paused. Ciel stood beside the group, finally having made it back to the ballroom after Alois revealed he had planted a threat. The Earl was satisfied that (Y/N) had already handled the situation.

            Sebastian gazed up at the cat demon, nothing less than enraptured by their grace, music, and appearance. Dear Satan, he had wanted to see their outfit after (Y/N) declared it fit for a demon, but they hadn’t imagined this.

            Sebastian found (Y/N) sinfully attractive no matter what they wore, but that dress was seduction incarnate. It was temptation sewn into a gown of desire and lust. The neckline and high slit tempted the eye, and the silk of the gown clung to (Y/N) in all the right ways. Lace trailed over their thigh, skin gleaming in the slit of the dress. Skin-colored gloves hung over the banister as they played the cups, but Sebastian could easily imagine how the black beading overtop the gloves must have gleamed like jewels of shadow on them. The only color on them was a blood red lip.

            Sebastian could imagine the imprint they would leave on his pale skin if those lips were to touch him. It was the same way he could imagine the softness of the gown as he pushed it up, slowly tracing down to their exposed thigh where he could slip his hand under—

            Sebastian let out a breath. (Y/N) was sin incarnate.

            The only thing that ruined the situation was the golden irises gazing gluttonously at (Y/N). Claude’s eyes were nothing short of predatory as they took in (Y/N)’s appearance and performance. Sebastian could see the hunger for them, as intense as a demon’s hunger for a pure soul, covetous and obsessive.

            Claude desired (Y/N).

            Sebastian’s eyes narrowed. He wouldn’t let Claude have them.

            So even as the rest of the audience clapped when the demonic instrument shattered and the performance ended, Sebastian remained somber. He barely managed to rally his attitude when (Y/N) leapt down beside Hannah and bowed with her to the watchers. Sebastian slowly clapped, keeping up appearances. At the back of his mind, the threat of Claude’s presence and designs for Ciel’s soul and (Y/N) remained.

            “Very well handled,” said Sebastian, managing to slide a smile onto his face as (Y/N) approached.

            “I told you I would handle the ballroom,” said (Y/N), smirking as they pulled on their gloves again.

            Sebastian attempted (and failed) to ignore how the shift in their hips as they stopped walking exposed their leg through the slit of their dress. It was not an appropriate thought for the moment, not when so many threats were around.

            “What was that instrument?” asked Ciel, and Sebastian was thankful for the change in focus from (Y/N).

            “An armonica,” said (Y/N).

            “It was popular in the eighteenth century. People likened it to the singing voice of an angel,” said Sebastian.

            “But it became known as the a ‘demon’s instrument’ because it confused the hearts of those possessed by its song,” explained (Y/N). “Thus it was forgotten.”

            “I reckon a demon’s instrument created by man was no match for you,” said Ciel.

            “Indeed. To our kind, the music is quite pleasant,” said (Y/N).

            “So, what was that chaos?” asked Soma.

            “Mere entertainment,” said the voice of Alois Trancy as the ballroom doors opened to reveal him. “Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for being late.” He walked to the center of the ballroom. “I am Alois Trancy. I am pleased to make your acquaintance. I am glad to see you enjoyed the show in my absence.” Behind him, the triplets pulled the armonica away and helped guide Hannah out. “It was a beautiful performance,” he said, standing before (Y/N). “It seems you have great musical talent.”

            “Thank you, my Lord,” said (Y/N) politely. “I was simply doing my job.” They glanced at Claude, offput by the intensity of his gaze.

            “You have good servants, Earl Phantomhive,” said Alois.

            “I do,” said Ciel curtly.

            “Young Master.” Sebastian spoke, and his voice was light and amiable, his face smiling, but (Y/N) saw the darkness behind him. “I wish to speak to Mr. Claude for a while. Is that alright?”

            (Y/N) glanced at him. It seemed like a risk to face another demon purposefully, but they wouldn’t interrupt him. Sebastian wanted to figure out how to handle Ciel’s soul, and Claude clearly had information. Ciel’s soul was none of (Y/N)’s business.

            “Why don’t you go, Claude?” said Alois, grinning in amusement. His appearance suddenly switched, and he scowled. “You have ten minutes to settle the matter. If you can’t do it, I’ll punish you.”

            “Yes, Your Highness,” said Claude.

            “Get this over with quickly, understood?” ordered Ciel.

            “Yes, my Lord,” said Sebastian.

            (Y/N)’s hand brushed over Sebastian’s arm. Their gaze was clear: be careful. They didn’t want him getting hurt.

            Sebastian was touched, and he nodded. Any softness in his gaze from looking at (Y/N) melted away as his eyes turned towards Claude. It was time to deal with him.

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[sleepingdeath-light]

autistic s/o hcs ; claude

requested by ; add-a-little-neurospice (30/04/23)

fandom(s) ; black butler

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | anime-only cast

character(s) ; claude faustus

outline ; “Hello!!! I want to start by saying that I rlly love your page, and I seriously love how you write the Black Butler beans!!!

As for my request, I was wondering if you could maybe write a Claude x autistic reader where the reader has a huge interest in birds and crochet?

I seriously will start flapping my hands and repeating the name of whatever bird I see over and over, and I have legit made a set of gloves in two days with how much I’ll focus on it.

Thank you for reading, and I hope I can get a response! Lol”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

whilst he is an outwardly stoic and apathetic individual — cruel, even — this idea tends to be flipped on its head when he’s dealing with his spouse (or, as he would say, mate)

he’s aware of you being neurologically divergent even if the terminology didn’t necessarily exist at the time — he is a demon and they’re more observant by default

and he’s also keenly aware of how other mortals treat and perceive you — and willing to deal with them accordingly

being protective and territorial is in his nature, after all

he will indulge you in your hyperfixations and interests — for example buying you a book on ornithology or fetching you the materials you need to crotchet from the market

he does find it incredibly endearing when you stim, particularly when you flap your hands, but due to his stoic demeanour it’s incredibly hard to tell

he’ll ask you about the birds you see on your daily walks about the trancy estate — questions he already knows the answer to — just to indulge you

and he encourages (threatens) the other demons into following suit

if you crochet anything for him to wear he’ll also indulge you there, but only privately

like if you made him a scarf or a pair of gloves then he’ll wear them in your rooms and let you divulge him about how they were made (techniques, material, time, etc.)

but as he doesn’t want to damage these gifts or his reputation he’ll usually leave them in that private space

a butler needs to look a certain way and as wonderful as your gifts are, they aren’t in keeping with his uniform

he’s trying his best okay he’s just not good with the whole intimate relationship thing

he does make sure that you’re taking care of yourself when you’re fixated on something, though — bringing you food and water and making sure you sleep (or having hannah do so for him if he’s too busy elsewhere)

if anyone mocks you for your passions then they’re as good as dead — either claude will seek them out directly or he’ll send hannah/the triplets out to deal with them whilst he does the human thing and comforts you

[yours-truly-bunie]

Your blog’s aesthetic is so freaking adorable and I am thriving for it.

I saw that requests were open and I wanted to know if I could possibly get some headcanons with Ciel, Sebastian, Alois, Claude, and the Undertaker with a reader who is very absent-minded? Basically head-empty, up in the clouds kind of person?

I.. Don't know if I can write for Claude and Undertaker yet ;; sorysory but I'll try the others as I'm in s2.. And finishing it.. But I have no idea if you wanted Ciel and Alois to be their age or aged up so I'll go for aged up (we're also ignoring Elizabeth for this one)

How do Ciel, Sebastian, and Alois take care of an absent-minded reader?

Ciel, Sebastian, Alois x reader

Warnings: mentions of getting injured, fights, mention of 'die', alois' attachment issues.

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Ciel♚

Ciel is somehow irritated and confused about it

Like how can someone be so absent-minded?? It's probably because he hasn't met someone like that before

Most of the time he has to snap you out of your 'head in the clouds' moment

Okay okay the times he actually gets irritated are the ones when you have to work on a case

It gets him worried sick at the thought of you getting injured from you being so absent-minded!

Especially in some kind of fight situation

As much as he won't admit it, he really cares for you, he really does

Ig he just doesn't know how to show it GENUINELY

Yes I had to make it all caps

But maybe some tea parties can show it

Although you make him very worried and confused with the things you do

Your smile and basically everything makes up for that

Seriously

Sebastian♜

Okay now this one

He actually finds your 'habit' amusing and adorable

But yes he does think you might get injured because of this or even get targeted by their enemy or smth

No worries, darling! He will still protect you if you are in any danger

That includes you might chopping your finger off while chopping some vegetables in the kitchen and dazed out

If anybody makes fun of your absent-minded situation he'll solve it out

And by that is probably torturing them fufufu

Overall, finds it adorable but also is cautious for you (imagine you were also clumsy 💀)

Alois♔

I have no idea abt this dude but I think he'd make fun of it or even tease you for it

Yeah I'll go for tease

He'd tease you until you die

But the moment you start getting minor injuries because of this habit of yours

He's starting to get concerned and worried

And if you start having LARGE injuries..

That's where he makes the servants watch out for you

The moment you're about to trip over or step on something

Boom! One of the triplets is cleaning it up or swiftly taking it away

It's like the Trancy Manor has been baby proof

It's probably because of Alois' attachment issues

He can't have you leave him!

He doesn't show it that much because of how much he teases you but he cares and loves you!

For real

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Note: sorysory if it's STILL crusty but I tried lol and also if it's ooc I'm also sorry.. I tried to make the hcs longer tbh. Fufufu also ty for da compliment abt my blog's aesthetic!

Thank you! ❦

[the-letter-horror-lover]

Hate to love you ~ Alois x Reader

JDietrich

Summary:

Status: Completed

She was his maid. He was her master. Beautiful and smart, yet mistreated, abused and often punished by him for no apparent reason but his amusement. She was his play doll, his slave, his property. Yet she dares to fall for him more and more.

Meanwhile Alois turned 18, an age, where most people around his age got engaged already, searches for a woman willing to marry him upon request of his Butler Claude.

Will contain: NSFW content. You have been warned.

Chapter 1: Make a wish

Chapter Text

"Yes your highness," I spoke, my eyes were closed and I was kneeling down.

These three damn words, they made me so angry. I had to sadly repeat them a lot.

I stood back up and turned around to leave, only to be yelled at from that brat Alois Trancy, whom I was his maid.

After mom and dad's death there was no place left for me. I was working in a shady alley in the middle of London for less money as a dancer. I had hated this job. But I hated this one more.

Someday, it was around 10 PM, a blonde earl had entered the door with a tall black haired male, in fact it was his Butler and looked around with his sky blue eyes in wonder. His eyes had fixed me immediately, not letting go of me for the whole evening as I danced like every night.

"Claude, I want her! She shall be my new maid!" he said cheerfully, pointing at me while jumping up and down like a little kid.

Then everything went fast. The owner of the place sold me for a few thousand shillings like a cow ready to get slaughtered in the slaughter house.

Ever since that night I'm living and working at the Trancy Manor. Don't get me wrong, I was very thankful first to be taken away from that awful place, but after a little time, that Trancy boy had fun hurting me in many ways.

"(Y/n) you incapable piece of shit!! Move your butt back here! I'm not done yet!" he screamed at the top of his lungs.

I bit my lips, not trying to get angrier as I already was. My feet made it to his spot and stopped right in front of him.

"Look at me, (y/n)!" he demanded with a harsh tone in his voice, harsher than at any other time that he screamed at me. I did as he told me. His usually playful and happy shimmering eyes had a spark of a dangerous aura in it. His bipolar behavior grew stronger around that time.

"I told you that I like my tea a little less colder than hot, I burned my tongue now thanks to you, you stupid waste of space!"

He suddenly spilled the hot tea over my head and my (f/c) maid dress, I screeched in surprise and pain and put my hands over my head, tears starting to burn in my eyes.

He quickly grabbed my chin and slapped my face as hard as he could. Out of shock I fell down on the floor, still in heavy pain from the hot water.

"Now get out of my sight!" he demanded.

I stood up, turned around and run out of this building, crying silently.

I opened the door of a stable, where I had the only one on the entire planet who was always there for me no matter what. He always listened to my problems. He was a gift from my parents when they were still alive. My dear horse Pegasus.

I opened his stable door and smiled again, just as if Alois didn't spill the tea all over me.

"Hello there Pegasus!" I happily hummed.

Pegasus looked at me and nodded lightly. I caressed his beautiful hair and gave him an apple which I found outside.

"What would I do without you? You are the only man in my life~" I said as I chuckled.

"You know? That Alois boy treated me like shit today. I got punished for a little thing again, like almost every day. Ever since Hannah left the manor, I'm the only woman in this house hold and it scares me. Men are so strange and cold, I will never understand them. Whenever I get punished, Claude and the triplets just watch silently. If someone would get punished in front of my eyes, I would help them, no matter what."

I patted his head and looked behind me, Claude was suddenly standing there. I almost fell down out of surprise and screamed lightly, but Claude held me and put me back into position.

"Can you at least make yourself notice-able before you suddenly appear like a ghost behind me?! Goddammit Claude every time!" I shouted, Pegasus making nervous gestures as I petted him again to calm him down.

"Shhh Pegasus...All good..." I pacified him.

"Excuse me my sudden appearance miss (l/n), I just wanted to inform you that our highness wishes to be dressed and put to bed by you this time," he said as always with his emotionless face.

"W-w-w-what?! O-okay, understood," I shuddered and went outside of the stable, closing the door. I dried my tears quickly with my hands and shivered in the cold evening wind.

We went back into the manor and there were crazy thoughts circulating in my mind. Why me?! Is he gonna punish me again?

Claude had some chores to do as I walked up the stairs alone. Every step closer to Alois' room made me realize that he's going to punish me again. Believe me, I tried to escape many times from here. But every time Claude or the triplets would catch me and Alois had punished me badly, leaving me injured for weeks sometimes.

I think this time he thought I would try to escape again. Maybe he saw me running out of the house.

I opened the door to his room and closed it again behind me, Alois was completely naked, standing in front of a mirror, looking at himself.

"Your highness, you wished to have me dress you to bring you to bed?" I asked as good as I could without to stutter or to gain a too red face color, avoiding to look at his bare ass.

"Isn't it pityfull, (y/n)? Society nowadays made us people feel ashamed to look at each others bare bodies, because apparently it's 'nasty', so they say. How can a simple human body, without it's clothes, be nasty?"

He turned around and I looked right into his eyes, trying to avoid to look lower.

"It's natural. After all, we weren't born with clothes on, right?"

"Y-yes your highness," I replied as he slowly stepped closer, stopping in front of my left ear. I felt his hot breath on me as I clung my dress.

"How about you start dressing me to bed now, or do you want to be punished for looking at your lord while he's bare naked?"

His devilish yet girly like voice made me shiver when he did that. He knew I hated it when he came this close to me. Sometimes I had the urge to punch him in the face so bad. But I guess that would make him punish me more.

I dressed him and put him to bed on his king sized bed as he requested. As I finished, he grinned, lowered his underwear and pushed his nightgown up to his bust, just to make me look at his uncut cock and testicles, surrounded by his blonde pubes.

I pushed his underwear up again and left, wanting to kill him in my head.

In that night I tossed and turned, having one nightmare after another. I couldn't sleep anymore at 4 AM so I stood up and looked outside of the window which was located next to my bed. I rested my head on my arms and watched the stars and the moon peacefully. The night was the only time I had my peace from this bastard.

The stars were shinning extra strong that night. I wondered why.

"Dad always told me that if you see a long lasting shooting star, the chances are higher to make that wish coming true..." I whispered while still staring at the sky.

"...complete bullshit..." I spat-whispered while chuckling.

A few seconds later, a shooting star appeared and disappeared about 8 seconds later.

"Oh well, doesn't hurt to try..."

I closed my eyes.

Please, make my pain stop. I don't care how. I don't care why. I just want to be free. I want to be happy again. And I want to meet a special person who can heal all my pain.

Chapter 2: New friendship

Chapter Text

~~3rd person POV~~

Alois sat bored in his chair as he drunk his afternoon tea. He was working on some paperworks which were long due. The young earl was often very lazy to do them, but it was his duty to do them after all.

"Ahh!!" he suddenly screamed and threw the papers all over the floor. He rubbed his temples with an extremely pissed face.

"Too much paperwork!!" he shouted while closing his eyes.

The Triplets, who were in the same room all the time, obviouslywitnessed his mini tantrum. They whispered to each other as Alois glared at them.

"What are you waiting for?! Pick these up! Now!"

They didn't hesitate and bowed, said in a choir "Yes your highness", as they finished bowing, they began to pick up the papers in silence. Next to (y/n), the Trancy Triplets were also often doomed to do most of his stuff. Cleaning any mess he had done and more. Even a certain mess a few times a week, in form of a sticky stain on the bed sheets by the earl yours truly...

Someone suddenly knocked on the door while the Triplets were still at it.

Alois grunted while he had his head on his arms.

"Come in."

"Your highness," Claude started, "I have something important to discuss about with you. May it be possible to meet me in the dinning room in 15 minutes?"

"Ugh...Okay alright, meet you there then Claude," Alois said bored, his head still on his shoulders while his voice was slightly muffled.

As the door got closed and the Triplets were done picking up the paperwork Alois had thrown around in full ecstasy and energy just about one minute ago, he spoke up.

"You are dismissed for now, go clean something in the kitchen or whatever," he said harshly without to share a glare to them.

They bowed and went outside. Just as the door got closed, they whisper-talked to each other again while walking towards the kitchen.

"The master has clearly lost his mind," Timber started.

"Throwing tantrums like a little kid. He may never grow up," Canterbury stated.

"I feel sorry for (y/n) after all, she has to take up the most crap from him ever since Hannah doesn't work here anymore. I miss Hannah. But at least (y/n) is similar stacked as Hannah and even friendlier than her, even if she doesn't talk much to us," Thompson commented.

"Maybe we should make her feel more welcome here, she's the only woman here left after all and we surely don't want the last woman of this mansion leaving," Canterbury said.

"Yeah true," the two others said at the same time while nodding.

As they were about to go downstairs, they crossed (y/n) out of coincidence. They noticed her immediately. Her beautiful (h/l) (h/c) hair wearing her (f/c) maid dress as always. She looked exhausted and held many dirty plates. Even when she was exhausted she was beautiful. She looked rather like she needed some pair of helping hands at that moment. To be specific, three pairs of helping hands.

"Hello miss (y/n)," Canterbury, Thompson and Timber said in unison.

She greeted them with a weak smile, trying to keep her balance. The plates were heavy after all.

"Oh hello there!" she said while struggling a little more and suddenly slipping, almost breaking all of the plates, as the Triplets helped her catching all of the plates mid-air in no time. One of the Triplets caught her and held her bridal style, before she could fall down on the hard floor.

"Oh thank you so much! Without you they would have broke and Alois would have punished me again..." she said while standing up again.

"No worries," Timber started.

"All good," Thompson continued.

"We are here for you," Canterbury said.

And then something strange and unusual happened. On their usually un-emotional demon faces formed cute smiles full of love. It was almost surreal. (Y/n) was shocked but happy at the same time, these were the cutest faces she had ever seen.

They walked together into the kitchen and helped her cleaning the plates. Luckily, Claude wasn't around so they could have a chat together for the first time. They talked a little together and (y/n)'s laughter filled the kitchen while they were working. In the Trancy Manor, this was rare. Happiness was never spread here. Rather misery, depression and anger. Mainly from one single person. Steps were heard from said person.

"The Master is coming back," Canterbury looked up from the plates and sighed, "We have to quiet down again, it was an order from the master," Timber looked up from the plates as well and Thompson added "Sorry miss (y/n), we will talk again soon for sure."

She simply just nodded and smiled at them while whispering a "thank you". She continued to clean the plates, finally feeling better after such a long time.

The steps came closer and closer as they soon or later reached the living room next to it. The Triplets explained her that this way they could hear Alois' problems and feel better about themselves. It also gave them lots of new materials to gossip about. They were some true gossipers at heart.

Meanwhile Alois sat down on one of the probably over ten chairs on the long dinning table and looked up to Claude.

"So, what is it that you wanted me to talk about with you, Claude?"

"I hope I may not go into your privacy too deep, but is your highness aware that most people around your age are already married?"

"So...?" Alois asked, wanting to hear where this is going, even if he didn't really care. But he had some clues already where this could head to.

"It would be a shame for the Trancy Manor to be reputed as a "lonely mansion", don't you think? Think about the reputation of the Manor, your high-" Claude got interrupted by Alois.

"In other words, you want me to find a woman to get married to, right?"

"Yes your highness, it would be best for you to do so as soon as possible."

Alois sighed. A woman? Not many women were interested in him. More like, absolutely no woman, so he thought. He would attract them, he had no idea, with his extreme beauty. But as soon as they saw his childish, bipolar and sadistic behavior, they would run. Run as fast as possible and as far as possible from him and his manor. Women mostly loved mature, manly, charming gentlemen. Alois was however, the exact opposite of it.

Alois stood up in light anger, stomping his feet on the floor.

"Claude goddammit! You're telling me this every year!"

"Of course your highness, imagine some children next spring running around the Manor, it would be far more lively in here don't you thi-"

He got interrupted again.

"N-n-not so fast there Claude!! I'm not thinking about this yet at all! Oh well, maybe you're right about getting a woman. So what do you suggest me to do to find that woman? Help me think Claude!" he asked, having absolutely no clue nor any real experience on how to do that.

"I suggest to organize a ball. Earls, women and men getting invited from all over the country. Sending out letters, mentioning in them that Alois Trancy is looking for a woman to spend his future with."

Alois arched an eyebrow at him as Claude finished his speech.

"Ew Claude you sound like you want to find a woman yourself, I'm not even that interested, but since this year I got no real plans for the summer, I'm okay with this."

"Excellent choice. Let me and the other servants do the decorations, you may worry for the paperwork," Claude said with a little bit too much joy in his voice as he then left the room to go upstairs.

Alois sighed again and sat down on the chair, his head plopping on the wooden table. He lightly turned his head around so his cheek was now on the wooden table. He closed his eyes.

"Will I finally find someone who loves me the way I am? Ha! These sluts for sure only would want me for the money..." he whispered to himself.

"Pff as if he will ever find someone, that stupid brat," (y/n) almost spat while whispering. Luckily Alois didn't hear that.

In the kitchen the Trancy Triplets whispered to each other a whole lot than ever before, it seemed to have been a heated discussion between them. (Y/n)'s eyes went between the Triplets and Alois multiple times. Luckily Alois was too distracted by his own little pity party so he couldn't see her lightly peeking out of the kitchen in curiosity.

She felt not even sorry for him, she hated him for everything he had done to her. But one thing confused her. Since she heard his whispering, she wondered, why was he rather distant to wanting to find a woman, but yet still demanded love in a way? Especially the way he tried to be near Claude all the time confused her the most.

~~Time skip, night time, your POV~~

I felt like I was missing out on something. Maybe it was time for me to find out more about this brat, eh, I mean my master. I was living long enough in this fucked up mansion anyways, so I deserved to know the truth. Everything.

As I finished putting Alois to bed, this time luckily without any complications or genital flashes from him, I met the Triplets on my way to my room totally unexpected.

"Oh hello there boys!" I said cheerfully. Ever since that afternoon, I became quickly good friends with the Triplets. It was like a wonder. I finally had people who understood me, me and my pain and my helpless self. I didn't know they could be so fun after all. And they were truly such gentlemen. They were also apparently pretty good at keeping people entertained.

"Good evening miss (y/n)," they said in unison.

"Good evening indeed! Do you guys mind me asking a question?" I asked carefully, not sure if hesitating to ask that question would be a better idea instead.

They nodded all together.

"I always wondered, what's about Alois past? Did something happen that he's so attached to Claude and behaves like the sadist that he is? There's something fishy about him which makes me think a lot about it," I explained.

"Well..." Canterbury started.

"Miss (y/n), if we may come to your room for a few minutes?" Timber asked with a bit of worry in his voice.

"It's a...quite long story to be honest," Thompson finished.

I agreed rather confused but they were sort of my friends now so I didn't see a problem with it.

After one hour of explaining me his entire past, I started to break out in tears. How? And why? Did Alois really go through all of this? No one deserves that! I started to feel something I haven't felt before. I coughed while crying and noticed my bust stinging. His past must've been so depressing to hear for me that I literally started to feel his pain in my heart. No wonder he was such an asshole to everyone, excluding Claude, he went through so much.

They hugged me and tried to calm me down but there was no use.

"No need to be sad for such a sadist miss (y/n), you are far better than him," Timber said with a soothing voice.

Meanwhile Thompson rubbed my back, speaking with the same soothing voice, "You are the only one deserving pity in this house. He doesn't deserves any of it."

"The master will end up lonely, miserable and unloved until the end of his days, that's for sure. But you deserve someone special who takes much care of you," Canterbury said, also with a soothing voice.

They hugged me as tight as they could.

They then left but I couldn't sleep for the first hour. I stood up, my face still soaked with tears and went out of my room.

I started to think in a completely different way. Maybe Alois deserved to be treated better. With love. I mean: Everyone deserves to be loved, right? I was sure that if someone, no matter who, shoved him love, even just a bit, he would change for the better. Maybe not completely, but a part of him would change. I was rooting for him from that day on and I wanted to show him that someone out there understands him 100 %, no matter what it takes.

~~Alois POV~~

Strange. I heard strange sobs for an entire hour. What the hell is going on?! I just wanted to sleep already! As I almost dozed off to sleep, I heard steps coming closer, until they opened my room door. I sat up immediately. I saw a dark figure walking towards me. I couldn't see anything, all the candles were off.

"Who are you?! Don't kill me please!! Dying hurts and I'm not ready to die yet!"

It came more and more near, until it hugged me. Tightly.

"I'm...so...sorry..." I heard that person say. Were they crying?! I then instantly recognized their voice.

"(Y/n)!! Is this a dumb jokes?! Get off me you stupid tart!"

"I'm...so...sorry...for...what...happened...to...you...in...the...past!"

Between the breaks she was crying and trying to gasp for air.

"What?! Get off me NOW!! I will punish you if you don't do immediately as I say! Do you hear me?!" I said full of anger. She finally let go and run while violently crying out of the door and slammed it.

What...was that? Why would she do this to me? To her master?! And what did she talk about? I sighed and fell back into my bed. I thought about it for a bit, but soon or later I would finally doze off to sleep. What a weird night.

Chapter 3: Punishment of another kind

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One night after I found out about Alois Trancy's past, I felt totally different. The whole atmosphere changed for me. Trying to find the answer to 'why'. Why did this happen to him? Why would a living being go through such a thing and still act so...strong in a way? My past wasn't the best either, but I was weakened by having nobody who could understand my feelings of being unwanted and alone. But Alois, he was so different, he acted all cheerful, energetic and sort of mature. It's like he moved on so fast. But I could see his fragile side often. Now it also made sense to me, why he was so overly attached to Claude Faustus. But Claude never gave back the feelings Alois has for him. I prayed for Alois that someone would give him all the love he deserved.

While I was in deep thoughts, I dusted the living room. It was pretty big like the entire mansion and had a fire place. Oh how many times I wished that someone would take me away from this depressing mansion. Like a prince on a white horse, who would take me away from this misery. I smiled at those thoughts. I hadn't seen the triplets all day long, they were probably busy preparing things for the ball.

"(Y/n)!" I suddenly heard an annoyed high pitched voice behind me and shuddered at the sudden loud sound. I turned around slowly, knowing to who this familiar voice belongs to. Alois.

He stepped forward and pushed me against the fire place.

"Would you mind dusting a bit faster?! I need you for the preparations of the ball, I need someone to dress me to see which clothes I will wear for it! I need to look PERFECT do you hear me?!" he demanded, turned around and crossed his arms, "You're as useless as your parents are right now. Oh wait haha, they are dead, so they ARE pretty useless. You're such a shame for your family, I really pity your relatives who had to put up with a dumb girl like you!"

Oh there it was again. My hate for him. In all glory. I clenched my fists at his hurtful words as a single tear ran down my cheek.

"Shut up about my parents! They gave me everything before they died and they were good people! You are nothing but an ungrateful bitchy brat!" I shouted at him, letting go of the duster as it fell on the floor with a loud noise. He could call me a waste of space, a bitch, whatever he wanted. But as he dragged my family in, enough was enough, that was for sure.

He turned around quickly with rage in his face, a dangerous crimson color all over his face.

"Oh angered about the truth, aren't we? I knew your parents, they luckily died when that village burned down to ashes together with all the useless people. I'm already forgiving your weird behavior from last night, so don't make me punish you right now alright?!" he screamed, his voice echoing in the big mansion.

More tears started to burn in my eyes, threatening to escape as I took a broom next to the fire place, Alois slowly walked back to the direction he came from before terrorizing me as I moved the broom back and forth on the floor violently after placing a tons of coal and dust on the floor, causing a huge cloud of coal to float over to Alois and filling at least more than one quarter of the big living room. He coughed a lot and tried to make his way through the cloud to probably attempt to murder me. I didn't mind though, it was funny to see him struggle through it.

"What the fuck are you doing?! Give me that!!" he said as his hand grabbed the broom and set an end to my mini-tantrum.

He slapped my face as hard as he could and I fell on the hard floor.

"Now now, you still have the guts to be this cocky! Ew now I'm dirty thanks to YOU DIRTBAG! You will immediately clean this mess and then you come up to my work room, are we clear?! I will punish the shit out of you!"

He said as he walked upstairs into his room to probably cry like a baby that he was. I started to clean as I heard again some familiar voices behind me.

"That was brilliant, especially his tomato face."

"Comedy at it's finest, you are our role model now."

"Let's hope he won't punish you too hard for this, he seemed upset like never before," Timber, Thompson and Canterbury said.

I smiled at them as they helped me standing up.

"He deserved it. No one shall attack my family while getting away with it. He took it too far this time," I replied with tears in my eyes, I eyed the floor.

"I wonder how he will find a woman willing to marry him with that attitude," Canterbury said while looking at his brothers.

"Believe me, our highness is so desperate, he will force a woman to marry him," Timber replied to Canterbury.

"True no one would be willing to marry him for love, that's just a jack ass thing to do," Thompson added.

I continued to clean the mess that I've done just before as they interrupted my cleaning.

"Let us do that for you. You deserve a break," Timber said.

"We've got nothing to do and you were working all day without a rest," Thompson said.

"Indeed you need a rest before you go meet the master," Canterbury added.

I thanked them and went outside into the garden as I sat down on a chair in the gazebo. Despite his hateful behavior, I understood him now. He didn't do it for fun, it was to ease his own pain which he had in his small and fragile body for a long time. But the things he said about my parents, that was too much. It crossed the line. He was lucky enough I didn't have a gun near me or he would be another dead earl now. I sighed as I stood up to go attend my punishment.

Around 1 PM I entered his work room. It was silent, too silent to be honest. I was scared for the first time in forever. But why? I clung to my maid dress as I walked my first steps into his office. What would he do to me? Would he punish me harder this time? Would I end up like Hannah, losing one eye or possibly two? Or even a leg or an arm?

I was shaking all over my body as I stopped walking. I couldn't spot him at all. Did he forget about it? My hope got destroyed as I heard a familiar voice giggle behind me.

"Well well if that isn't (F/n) (L/n). I've been waiting for you."

I couldn't dare to turn around to face him, I was scared to hell and back, as he probably had acknowledged already.

"Frightened aren't we? Turn around so I can begin to punish you rightfully. You won't enjoy it, but I will. That's all it matters."

He chuckled evilly and I could feel his smirk on my back, it was too creepy to be true. Finally I turned around to face him. In his right hand was a whip. He motioned me to come over. I gulped as I saw him siting there on his desk with his usual outfit, minus the purple coat. I looked down on the floor after eyeing him hastily.

"Look at me, "(y/n)!"

I did as he told me. He suddenly stood right in front of me, I didn't realize that he came closer in this for me it seemed short amount of time. His whip hit my face just under my eye and I fell down on the floor. It was so fast, I couldn't believe it myself. From one second to another I got yanked by my hair to the desk by the brat yours truly. My face faced his wooden desk and I felt how he pushed my dress up slowly while lightly massaging my thighs.

One hit. Two hits. Three hits. Four hits. Five hits on my butt. I screamed with each one he gave me and ended up falling back to the floor, whining a little in pain.

"Stand up now you stupid tart!! This wasn't it just yet!" he pulled me up hurtfully by my arm and pinned me with my back this time to his desk. I didn't notice that he had his booty shorts down to his knees. He jumped on the desk and stood right in front of me. His lustful eyes wandering all over me as I shivered under him.

"Take off my boots. NOW," he demanded harshly and I took them off as he demanded. As they were off his legs I heard ruffling and his maniac laughter. That wasn't a good sign...

I looked up to the ceiling and remained as calm as I could when Alois suddenly yanked me forward by my hair to his now erect member. His green top was fold up until before his chest.

"Suck it!! Please your master with that big mouth of yours!" he demanded even harshly. I did as I was told and grabbed his cock with my dominant hand and started to rub it a little up and down, causing his foreskin to do the same movement. I then bend a little bit more forward and took his member in my mouth, slowly bobbing my head up and down. I earned a few loud moans and a hiss from him as he jerked his head back.

"Oh yess!! Don't stop do you hear me! Ahh! If you do I will punish you more! Ngh! Bloody hell! Shit!"

How much more could he punish me anyways...? This was already humiliating as hell, I thought.

I felt a light sensation in my womanhood when I heard him saying these words. What could that be? This was weird.

I sucked it more while jerking him off, not giving too much pressure to his fragile four to probably five inch member but still enough to make him hopefully climax as soon as possible to end this. I didn't want to break his dick after all even if at that moment I would've loved to do so.

I had gagged a few times before he finally released his seed in my mouth while he forced the last few trusts by his hand, grabbing my hair and pushing it further down my throat, a bit of his liquid was tripping down my chin. I had dried tears on my cheeks and I stood back up to spit out what I had in my mouth.

As I arrived in the staff room I spit it out and washed my face with water three times. Luckily he didn't force me to swallow it.

Many people would've been sad and devastated after such an incident. But I actually felt more sorry for him than for me. Using people like that seemed to be the only thing left to escape his sadness. I wanted to endure it, because I still didn't have lost hope that my prince on a horse might come soon to save me from here.

~~Alois POV~~

I went back into my bedroom after my maid had finished pleasing me. It was just wonderful. Good thing I got rid of Hannah, she was so useless. But ever since that night where(Y/n) cried in my arms and mumbled these confusing things to me, something was off. Something smelt fishy and I had to find out what it is. I also saw her talking more often to the Triplets, they seemed to have got a liking for her. That made her more suspicious to me. I didn't want her to plot anything against me, the Early Trancy, the Queens spider.

I had called Claude to help me find out why she was acting this way. I had a very specific plan. I would simply dress up as a woman and pretend that I'm a new maid at my own manor to spy on her and befriend her. Maybe (Y/n) would finally tell me more so I have a reason to punish her some more and probably imprison her if she plans to get rid of me...

"Do you understand Claude? Do not tell anybody about my good plan!" I yelled at my Butler.

"Certainly your highness," he bluntly stated. I looked annoyed to the side.

"But I will need a maid outfit and a blonde wig, preferably with two long pigtails in my hair color. Also make (Y/n) work on some ball preparations meanwhile, just tell everyone of the servants that I'm out for business."

He kneeled down and put his hand on his bust while closing his eyes.

"Yes your highness, as a Trancy Butler I'm determined to make any wish of yours come true."

"But where the bloody hell can I get a maid dress this quickly?!" I said sadly but looked down to think for a second. I went to the staff room while Claude got that wig I ordered him to get and opened one of the drawers located there. I faced Hannah's Maid outfit.I grinned evilly.

"Perfect I may say!" I cooed.

Chapter 4: The new mysterious maid

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~Third person POV~

Tears. One after another, streaming down her face. Arms over her face, hiding her tears in shame. (Y/n) wouldn't allow herself to cry in front of her master, so she was hiding in the staff's room for an entire hour on that day. She also didn't want to worry anyone. But in this mansion, no one was really worried for her, so she thought.

The Trancy Triplets were looking for her as she was supposed to make her chores and they found her in there siting on the floor two hours after her punishment. A knock was heard on the door. They entered.

She sniffed and immediately dried her tears, standing up and facing them as if nothing happened. A smile was plastered on her face, obviously a fake one.

"Hello boys! How's it going?" she said as if nothing had happened, but the Triplets knew better. They were demons after all and could sense sadness.

"No need to hide your sorrow from us, miss (Y/n)", Thompson started.

"Yes we certainly know your pain", Timber added.

"Besides, tears don't belong on a beautiful face like this. We are here to cheer you up now and letting you forget about the master's punishment", Canterbury lastly said.

She looked down on their feet and the smile faded away, a few strands of hair hiding her face slightly. A tear started to run down her cheek.

"I-i'm not sad nor upset for the punishment to be honest. The master...he..."

She suddenly trailed off and started to sob silently, turning around to face the sink, holding onto it as she cries harder. The Triplets came all around her. Each of them hugging her. She calmed down after a few minutes and then sat on a wooden chair, in her dominant hand a glass of water which the Triplets offered her. She slowly started to tell them the real reason why she was crying. It was of a different reason, absolutely not what they've been expecting.

"The master told me to not attend on the ball which is going to be held in a week. You should know, I've never been on a ball and I had hopes that on that ball, perhaps, if I have luck...A charming prince would be there to take me away from this mansion. I know it sounds silly, but I dreamed about it just a few days ago when the master declared that there will be a ball held in our mansion. The dream was so real, when I woke up I had a few minutes to realize that it was just a dream and I got sad. Also before my mother passed away she sew me a wonderful dress, made out of (f/c) silk and glitter. It was too big for me back then since I was a child but it would fit perfectly now, I'm certain of that and I wanted to wear it on that ball but the master forbid me."

They all nodded in unison as she continued to talk after a mini break of sipping on her glass of water. She sighed lightly before going on.

"In my dream, I met a prince, his face was unrecognizable, but when I saw him, I knew it was him. The one and only who's going to heal all my pain, the one that I've wished for to come and make my life better at once. The one whom I'm going to start to have a family with and live a long and great life. I really don't want to leave you guys alone, but...I'm simply not happy here. I'm miserable. And my sorrow grows bigger the longer I'm here. In case I may meet him someday I will go with him. I hope you boys understand."

She looked at them with hope in her eyes. Maybe, only maybe, they would understand her wish and accept it.

"We do understand you miss (Y/n), but however, you are the only reason why we didn't burn down this mansion yet", Timber declared.

"And Hannah was a reason to not destroy this manor to us too, but she unfortunately left as you've witnessed already", Thompson added to his brother's words.

Canterbury ended it with his own statement, "Please don't leave us soon too. We really don't want to lose yet another innocent and loveable soul in this mansion."

They looked at her with their cute yet handsome faces, sometimes people were not sure if they were love-children of Sebastian Michaelis and Claude Faustus as their looks were pretty similiar to theirs.

She looked at them and took each of their hands in her own hands.

"Don't worry, I'll never leave you guys alone this quickly. You boys are the reason why I haven't murdered this brat yet", she chuckled at her murderous statement.

As she was about to say something more, someone knocked on the door.

The Triplets stood at the door and it got forcefully opened, hitting Timber lightly, revealing the devil in disguise.

"You! What are you doing here?! You should be doing chores not siting around having a tea party! Get to work! There's still plenty to do for the ball!"

The Triplets bowed immediately and went out of the door. (Y/n) bowed as well and tried to walk past the master without to look at him but she got stopped by him. Today wasn't her day.

"Remember what I've told you, don't you dare going to the ball next week, or else you'll be punished harder than I've ever punished anyone in this mansion", he threatened her. She bowed slightly and walked away quickly.

~Time skip next morning, 8 AM~

It was early in the morning when Alois and Claude talked about today's plan. There were only five days left until the ball. But another thing would come first. Alois' investigation over his own maid (Y/n).

"Claude, did you get that wig for me?" he asked him, already in Hannah's old working uniform, her maid dress.

"Yes your highness, I assembled the wig as you requested", his Butler assured him and handed him the wig with a bow. Alois jumped up and down like a kid and having the goofiest smile ever as he walked over to the mirror, putting it on hastily like a child with no patience over getting his new toy. He eyed himself in the mirror and glared at his Butler.

"Claude, this wig has only two small twin tails and lose hair behind, why is that?! I wanted one with twin tails and no lose hair behind!! Ah never mind...At least you got the hair color right and it looks realistic."

The last thing he had to do is putting on the headband and he was ready to pursue his plan. No one other than him and Claude knew about his plan. It was a brilliant one. He looked into the mirror and smiled at himself while faking a higher voice than his own. He clapped in his hands twice.

"Olé!"

~(Y/n) POV~

It was much earlier than expected when the master ordered us to be down the halls. I yawned and looked at my three friends the Triplets. They looked at me and nodded to greet me and so did I. Strangely a few seconds later, Claude stepped into the halls with a blonde woman, she wore Hannah's old maid outfit and had long hair, on her sides she had twin tails. She looked so pretty. But where was the master? Perhaps problems getting rid of his morning wood on that morning? What a pity. Luckily I didn't have to help him.

Claude started to talk as he stood in front of us.

"Morning everyone. The master apologizes as he is too busy so he won't attend today's breakfast here in the dining hall. He wished to have his food given to me so I can go and give him breakfast in bed instead. Also, today we have a new maid in our manor. She's going to work here from now on. Her name is Héloise. Treat her with respect and introduce her to her chores as well as to the manor itself."

We all bowed and said in unison, "Welcome to the Trancy estate!"

We all looked back up and I smiled nicely at her. She quickly eyed all of us and noticed me smiling. She smiled back with the friendliest smile you could have ever seen. I was sure whoever she was, for sure a person with a pure heart. I had to warn her from that devil Trancy, seeing such a beautiful woman with one eye lesser...no...I didn't want to think about that horrid thing!

Not so long later we all did our chores. The Triplets introduced her into her new chores and I had to show her around in the manor before she would attend them. We did just arrive at the staff room.

"Aaaand this~ Is the staff room! Where we have our little piece of freedom from that brat err I mean...the master!"

"Oh really~?" the new maid cooed a bit angrily, as if I was talking about her. I looked over to her and smiled worriedly.

She smiled back and came quickly closer to me. There were only me and her in that room now. From up close she was even more pretty. I wished I had her beauty...

"So, tell me more about our master. He seems to be an interesting person of much respect don't you think?" she asked as her smile intensified.

"No absolutely not, no one can stand him, not even his relatives who come to visit sometimes. Unless his cousin but he's too naive to see that Alois is basically Satan's son..."

"Oh really", she stated bluntly as she turned around quickly, "May I ask if you could handle me a glass of water my dear?"

I nodded upon her request and handed her the water. She took a sip and spit it into my face. I was so shocked, I couldn't move at all. What the hell was that for?

"Oh I'm terribly sorry! That water has an awful taste, I thought I would choke on it", she stated with a rather cheerful grin in her face as if she was satisfied over her actions, she put a hand over her mouth as she giggled. My facial expression softened as I giggled with her. This surprised her so she stopped giggling.

"Yes you're right, this manor is absolutely awful. Not trying to make you leave again, but please. Behold of Alois Trancy, also known as our master. As a fellow coworker I'm simply worried and want to warn you. If you do one minor mistake, he will punish you hard, no matter who you are. Unless you are Claude his favorite Butler, then he will only punish you lightly. He left me injured for weeks once and-"

"I will be careful don't worry about that", she interrupted me suddenly. It irritated me a little but I moved on.

"Alright then! So now that I introduced you to every single room in this endless manor and the triplets already introduced you to your chores, you can start them now. I wish you good luck and if you need anything my dear, please don't hesitate to come to me."

She smiled at my statement and wished me a good day as she went out of the room. The Triplets came in right afterward and I was in deep thoughts, siting on a wooden chair.

"There you are", Canterbury stated.

"Yes here I am!" I cheered.

"Oh my there's someone cheerful today. Is it because of the new maid? Exciting to have another woman here don't you think?" Thompson teased.

Timber looked down on himself and added, "She might be a bit of a flat chest though but she's hot. I must say her face is very pretty, probably prettier than Hannah's."

"No one will ever replace Hannah..." I stated while gazing on the floor.

"We know how much you treasured her", Timber commented.

"True she was like a big sister to me, even if we've only talked briefly together. The master would never let us talk alone often nor do much chores together. I wanted to know more about her, now it's too late. I hope wherever she is that she's happy and in a better place, I only wish her the best", I softly spoke while closing my eyes.

Thompson looked over to the side, "True she had a hard time here. The hardest out of all of us."

"I wonder why the master despised her so much anyways", Canterbury finished.

Soon or later the master came in and without to say any words he forcefully dragged me by my hair into his bedroom. As I was down on all four I looked up to him, wondering what I allegedly did wrong this time.

He had his hands and arms behind his back and spoke to me.

"I figured out you like to talk a lot in that staff room. Don't I give you enough work to do or what?! I will definitely keep you busy on the ball night so you won't take any breaks during your work time. Now, I figured I need to punish you useless thing for wasting your work time like this to chit chat with others."

I had already tears forming in my eyes as I sternly talked back at him.

"Your highness, may I ask you something personally?" I said between breaks to remain as calm as possible.

He obviously didn't expect me to say that, so he turned around and nodded while frowning unsure.

"Why do you hate me so much? What is your problem?" I sobbed softly. He opened his mouth when I interrupted him with yet more questions.

"What in the heck did I ever do to you that you treat me like the worst garbage of this planet? What is your damn problem? Tell me please."

My words trailed off at the end and I saw his shocked facial expressions. Hate was heard in my voice pretty clearly. The reason why he might have been this shocked was because I was never crying in front of him neither did any of the other servants. I would also never speak or reacting against his actions towards him, but my patience was slowly at the end by then. My real feelings for him just blurted out of me. I didn't care about the consequences though.

Before he could say anything else I ran out of his bedroom into the now empty staff room to cry my eyes out. He was so shameless and evil.

A half hour passed and I was still crying loudly in the corner of the room on the floor. It appeared that everyone was too busy to hear my cry of internal pain, which is why they probably didn't check up on me at all. I was glad, so I could cry all I want until I was too tired to cry more. But I was wrong.

Someone knocked on the door and by the way they knocked, I was pretty sure it was my master. Surprisingly and fortunately, it wasn't him this time. Héloise the new maid entered. She looked kinda worried and sad.

"What do you want?" I asked in between my sobs. She kneeled down and looked deep into my eyes. Her gaze calmed me down immediately. She suddenly came closer and licked away my tears and kissed my cheeks softly. I blushed immensely. Yet, it was effective. I stopped crying the moment her tongue moved over my (s/c) skin.

"If you continue to cry I will lick them all away again. I hate to see you cry. It hurts me. Please don't cry anymore. Do you promise me that?"

I nodded and tried to stand up but I was too weak from my violent crying before. She helped me up without to hesitate as she noticed me struggling and I thanked her with a sudden hug. She seemed to enjoy the hug as she didn't seem to want to let me go at all.

But after a long time we parted our bodies.

"That was a nice hug...So warm and soft", she commented and I got more serious again.

"Why?"

"I never got hugged in my entire life by anyone, you know", she said and it appeared that she was quite flustered too as she blushed all over her face.

"Oh is that so? I'm sorry to hear that. You seem like a wonderful person and you deserve all the hugs and love from this earth", I stated happily as if I hadn't cried minutes ago.

She simply smiled and I swore I saw a tear ran down her cheek but I was probably just imagining. No one would cry for a simple compliment like that.

"Anyways thank you for that cheer up, I was about to harm myself if you wouldn't have come."

"No please don't!!" she suddenly screamed and continued, "Please don't hurt yourself. I will cheer you up as much as I can but please don't hurt yourself. You are a wonderful person as well."

She hugged me tightly and I closed my eyes. The hug felt like forever and I was glad to have yet found another friend in this manor.

I was sure that from now on everything would turn out fine, but I was deadly wrong.

Chapter 5: So close yet so far

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Day by day passed as the ball came closer and in reach. I became more and more desperate to meet my future prince on that ball. It was two days left before it took place. I had a plan how I could go on it without to be recognized by Alois. I had finished all of my chores in the morning so I was be able to get a ball dress from the city in the afternoon and go to the ball in the evening. The plan was just perfect.

Me and Héloise were closer than ever as well. She was like a sister to me, would always listen to my problems and cheer me up. I even told her how I'm going to attend the ball without Alois' notice. She only deeply chuckled at my words and I think she mumbled something along the lines like "we will see about that", but I think I was just imagining things. She's the nicest person I met so far in my life, next to my parents of course and the Trancy demon Triplets.

But something didn't add up. The master hasn't showed up very often since Héloise worked here. It was like he was...too busy to deal with the ball preparations. It seemed like I underestimated his plan to find a perfect wife for life. Apparently he took this thing more serious than I thought and spent a lot of dancing lessons with Claude. Kinda scary. That poor woman who was supposed marry him. I pitied her. I had it exactly pictures how he would treat her. Abusing her for fun. Making her give birth to too many babies on purpose to see her suffer each time. He was sadistic after all. No doubt he would really do that I thought. If she was smart enough, she would realize how cruel he is and leave him.

"Pleaseeee, you can't leave me. I need you and you need me! We are married after all. You can NEVER leave me! Until death do us apart, remember? You promised!" would be his pleading words to her while clinging to her leg when she would find out how maniac he really is. No one could possibly deal with a bipolar husband. No way that anyone could have a positive impact on him to finally change his behavior. I swear, I would bow down to that person who would ever be able to change his sadistic, hateful and depressed behavior. I have had no idea that I knew that person who would archive that in the end.

I chuckled at these thoughts of him trying desperately to keep his wife by his side as I made my way to Alois' room where all the other servants would help him finding the right outfit before the ball in two days. I wanted my future husband and prince on a white horse to fall in love for me immediately when he would see me on the ball. Asking me to dance. I would happily accept and dance the night away. Then sometime leave this manor with him forever living my happily ever after. That was my only dream.

As I opened the door to his highness' room he already gestured the Triplets to get out of the room. The new maid wasn't there strangely. It seemed like whenever he would be around, she would be somewhere else doing chores or such. (dumb naive Reader-chan LMAO)

As they were all out of the room, I gulped loud enough for him to hear. He noticed it and turned his head from the big mirror to me and gazed darkly at me. Why did he want me for himself anyways?

"Come closer and help me already, what are you waiting for?!" he screamed all of the sudden, the room echoing his high pitched voice.

I came closer and started to dress him the way he wanted, but nothing seemed to please him.

"That's all shit!! Ew! I need to look perfect for the ball! I will probably meet my future wife! And I will make her faint from my looks that I tell you", he sang.

"Now go get me these shoes over there will you!" he pointed to a pair of small black shoes with heels, "Oh and these pants would just do nicely with them!" he pointed to some black pants, "Oi and get me this waistcoat over there! Come on hurry!"

Every time he told me to get something for him, I wasn't even entirely done bringing him the last thing that he demanded from me. That would become a long ass day I thought. And I turned out to be right this time. This continued for the entire afternoon until the evening. I was slowly more and more tired of his shit. The only thing that did keep me from going on was Héloise. I thought of her the entire time. It almost seemed like I was...falling for her.

At the end of the day he still couldn't make up his mind. All of his questions to me contained things like "Does this suit me well?" "Do women like this?" "Do I look fat in these pants?" and more. At the end of the day my head hurt and I went immediately after to sleep, I didn't even bother putting on a nightgown in bed.

~Time skip two days later, 1 hour before the ball, dinning room~

Me and Héloise talked in the early morning before attending our chores. It was a peaceful, sunny morning and the sun shone into the manor. The rain in the past days had made my mood so gloomy, but then my mood blossomed on that day full of sunshine. I took it as a sign for it to become a good day. After all, it was finally the day that I've been waiting for so long. The day I would meet my hero, my prince from my dreams. In the past few days I had dreamed of him dancing with me.

I smiled cheerfully and hummed a happy song as I did my chores. I suddenly heard foot taping coming closer and I turned around to see Alois. He stepped closer to me and smiled. That one specific smile. A smile he would only give to someone to ruin their day. It was...not a very good one.

"It was brought to my attention that you will do everything to attend the ball even if I told you not to. I will tell you one last time: Do not try to do that. If I have to I will order Claude to make you stay away from it. It is MY evening, not yours. Don't even think about it."

Who did tell on me? The Triplets? No way! They would never do that. Héloise? Nope, she's the sweetest girl ever. Maybe...Claude had turned himself into his spider form and lurked from a cobweb on the ceiling when I had talked to the Triplets or Héloise?

That sly dog, eh I mean, spider.

"B-but your highness, I-"

"Do not 'but' me!! Name me a good reason to make you attend the ball, I'll wait", he demanded and crossed his arms with a satisfied grin.

I thought for a bit with my head down and then spoke up.

"I had finished all of my chores earlier today so I'm basically not having anything to do anymore for tonight! Also, you will have the Triplets and miss Héloise serving the guests right?"

"Ah so is that? No work you say? Well think again then..." he suddenly took two baskets next to the fire place, one contained flower seeds and the other contained corn seeds. He suddenly mixed them both together and laughed maniacally while doing so. I watched in horror as I put a hand to my mouth.

"If I don't give you enough work then do tell me silly~ Sort them out, the flower seeds in one basket and in the other the corn seeds. This will keep you occupied for the entire night and I want you to be done by the time I'll be back. Have fun!" he handed me them and danced away playfully.

I sighed and put both baskets on the floor and kneeled down to start sorting them. The door got closed by Alois and his giggle was the last thing I heard from the distance before someone opened the door again. I assumed it was him, forgetting to yet give me another thing to do to make sure he got me really occupied tonight.

I didn't turn around and I suddenly had my eyes covered by a pair of pale hands.

"Okay, who's this?" I asked annoyed.

I turned around and saw Timber, Thompson and Canterbury.

"Oh it's you guys!!"

I hugged each of them and kneeled back on the floor.

"Hello miss (Y/n)", Timber greeted, his crimson eyes literally staring into my soul as he greeted me.

"What is such a beautiful girl doing on the floor with two baskets full of seeds?" Thompson asked tilting his head like an adorable puppy.

"The master ordered me to sort them out, he mixed them together on purpose to keep em busy for tonight so I can't attend the ball. I have to finish sorting them out before he comes back from it.I have no choice."

I looked down on the floor and I got suddenly pulled up by Canterbury and he started to playfully hold a strand of my (h/c) hair in his index and middle finger and curled it.

"No need for you to do that miss (Y/n), leave this to us", he cooed in my ear and made me shudder a little.

I stepped back and watched them sort the seeds in each basket in an inhuman speed. They were so fast, my eyes couldn't follow and I started to feel dizzy after a short while. About 20 seconds later they finished and stood back to me, Timber and Canterbury handing me the baskets.

I had tears in my eyes out of happiness and they spilled all the way down my cheeks and onto the cold floor. I took the baskets and they all dried my tears with their thumbs. My smile faded away as I noticed one thing that I forgot to get. One very important thing.

"B-but, I don't have a dress...I got so stressed that I couldn't get one."

Timber ran off and came back with a silk (f/c) ball dress, just like mother would have made it for me. I was so happy I fell around his neck and placed kisses all over him, then I did the same to Thompson and Canterbury.

"You guys truly are the best! I have no idea how to thank you!"

I stepped back and had the dress pressed against my body gently as if I was wearing it, I pretended how I would dance with it on the ball by dancing all by myself while the Triplets watched me.

There was just one more problem that I totally forgot about.

I stopped dancing and turned back to them, "He will recognize me at the ball. How can I make him not recognize me?"

Thompson reached out to me, as it appeared he held a veil in the same color as my dress just in pastel.

"This should do. He won't be able to recognize you at all but you can gaze through it."

"You guys really thought of everything! Thank you from all my heart. I mean it." I happily sighed while taking the veil from Thompson's hand.

I hugged them again and they all kneeled down on one knee, Thompson holding one hand and Timber and Canterbury holding my other one, they gently placed little kisses on them.

And then Canterbury commented, "You are our precious friend, so don't you worry, we have your back, no matter what."

They all looked up after another, Timber first.

"Now go and have fun."

Then Thompson.

"You deserve it all."

And last but not least, Canterbury.

"Just make sure to stay away from the master and go find your prince charming, he will be among them we are very certain of that."

"I will do I promise!" I smiled and they went to do their chores for tonight which was preparing dinner, welcoming the guests and offering them drinks. I had not much time to get dressed so I immediately made my way to the staff room to change from my working clothes into my wonderful handmade (f/c) silk ball dress.

This would be an unforgettable night, I already sensed it.

Chapter 6: The ball adventure

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~Third person POV~

Ruffling of her dress could be heard through the corridors of the Trancy Manor. Every step were heard, made by the heels of her (f/c) shoes. Wearing her magnificent (f/c) silk dress and a veil over her face which she fixed on the sides of her hair, she made her way to her destiny.

"Everything will be fine from now on", she thought to herself with a smile on her face. No more humiliation, no more chores, no more abuse. Just pure freedom. With every step she could sense that this night will change her life forever.

In the ball room were already all the guests, unless two special guests. They were on the guest list as well. Especially a certain someone who would rather not want to be on that ball. Let's say, that he and Trancy weren't exactly the best buddies.

A knock on the door could be heard and reached Claude Faustus' ears. He turned around from his master and went to open the door to greet the last guests. As he guessed it was him and his escort behind the heavy manor door. The young earl Ciel Phantomhive and his Butler Sebastian Michaelis.

"Welcome to the Trancy estate. Please do come in and enjoy the ball, it has already begun", said Claude emotionless as he lead them to the ball room. When they almost arrived and passed by Claude, he glared at Michaelis and he gave a glare back as well. Both Butlers weren't exactly great friends as well.

The bluenette turned his head to his Butler, not noticing he and Claude glared at each other and asked curious as he always is, "I wonder what kind of women are seriously interested in marrying Trancy. After all no one knows how sadistic he is, unless us and some family members of his. This is alarming. I hope he's not planning anything bad. Although I don't think many women attended anyways."

"Yes indeed, but I suppose that ball is a great opportunity to get away from all the paperwork my lord. You were in dire need to take a break from your duties. Even a hardworking earl like you needs some off time sometime."

Sebastian smiled at his master after finishing his commentary. His master only stared emotionless back and replied, "Sebastian, make sure that Alois isn't plotting anything evil. If you find out anything suspicious, do tell me immediately. This is an order."

"Yes my lord", Sebastian nodded his head at his master.

They walked into the ball room, the room was filled with beautiful classic music, probably Bethoven or something similar. Violins, flutes and harps were played by a couple of men on a podium, a few feet away from the dancing crowd. The first thing Ciel and Sebastian noticed were the large amount of women who were present. Let's say, around 100 of them at least. Ciel gasped and his jaw dropped at the sight.

"Oh my, there are still many women interested in him after all. What a surprise. Seems like you were wrong my lord", Sebastian chuckled while putting his index finger on his lips.

"Shut up", Ciel replied pretty much pissed off by his Butler's rather rude but direct remark.

Meanwhile the person of interest on that night sat on a for him designed sort of a throne like a king. A throne made matching his nickname, which Claude and Alois' servants often repeat, "Your Highness". He was waiting for his Butler to return to him, and so he did. With slow and delicate steps the Butler Claude Faustus neared his master without anyone's notice. Just like a spider slowly creeping up the wall, trying to stay unnoticed by anyone, just minding it's own business. He came to a stop when he reached him and bent down to reach his master's eye level with his golden eyes.

"Your Highness, the last guest just arrived. We can begin the introduction of the interested women in an instant if that's to your liking."

Alois thought for awhile, his right hand rested on his cheek as he gazed through the dancing women and men with half lidded eyes. He was just handsome looking, wearing a white waistcoat under a white shirt. A silver ribbon was tied around his neck. On the bottom he wore white pants and white shoes. A perfect combination of the pure white color and the rather royal and off showing color silver.

"Alright then", he replied bored as he stood up, but looking at his Butler one more time.

"Claude, I still think that this is a not so great idea. I feel too young to get married at this age, you know that!" he whined, feeling his Butler's glare on his body.

"Your Highness, I promise you, after that night you will change your mind about that. It is for the best. Think of the reputation that it would give the Trancy manor if you would remain unmarried for a few more years."

"If you say so Claude..."

Alois nodded to himself, giving him courage to speak up to the large crowd and looked towards the dancing guests, the Triplets were handing out drinks to the guests or standing around gazing over the ball room. Alois inhaled deeply and sighed before taking an empty glass and a fork, carefully making alerting sounds with it to signalize his guests to give their attention to his Highness.

"Ladies and gents. May I have your attention please. I hope you enjoy the ball so far. I'm Alois Trancy your ball host. Now that our last guests on our guest list arrived, we would like to start the introduction of you lovely ladies before I will be attending the dance as well to get to know you closer. We will do the introduction in alphabetic order."

As he finished speaking, the women introduced themselves for about one hour. At the very last ones Alois had a massive headache from hearing so many names. He looked like a king on his throne, trying to find the one who will be his queen at the end. But he was uncertain and rather not so interested by the women, who were from rich families as well as himself. In his mind he was skeptical since the beginning about this plan. In order to attempt professional, he tried his best to not make his insecurity show by overplaying it with nervous chuckling, back of the head scratching and constant glares to his Butler. Indirect signs that the Trancy boy was highly uncomfortable having to chose his future wife this way and not on a flower field full of bluebells like he always dreamed it in his dream. Sadly, that dream was far from reality.

Claude Faustus was the first to speak up after the introduction.

"Good evening, my name is Claude Faustus. I'm the Butler of this estate. I'm pleased to announce that Alois Trancy will now join you lovely ladies for a dance. He may chose who to dance with."

Alois stood up from his throne, whispering to his Butler, "But Claude, there are so many! I don't know who to pick?! Ah whatever, I will just take a random one..."

He sighed and walked through the crowd of the interested women, all his eyes were on him while he walked through them with his eyes closed and his hand reached out. The Triplets were in the back now, looking at them and whispering to one another. The women around Alois whispered as well, loud enough for his ears to hear their comments.

"Oh my who is he gonna pick?" "He's so young and handsome! Like he came out of a fairy tale..." "I want to touch his soft skin..." "Oh I hope he picks me!"

These sentences and more made him very much more uncomfortable. Unfortunately, he had to continue as if he didn't hear that.

A woman in a blue dress and black hair down to her waist was almost picked as he stepped over to her with his eyes still closed. But then, all of the sudden, a thick tall woman with a yellow dress, large breasts and brown hair stepped forward and took his hand, harshly dragging him to the dance floor and away from the disappointed women. Confused grunts and sad complaints were heard from the women surrounding them as poor little Alois was in the grip of that woman, being forced to dance with her. Hopefully not for long, so his thoughts. His eyes now open, he danced with her with a nervous smile, gazing to his Butler with a "Help me Claude" expression on his face.

After 20 minutes of trying to lead that woman, he gave up and danced with another one. Same scenario here, just with the difference that she stepped on his feet every 20 seconds. He gave up after 10 minutes with her, his feet were aching to hell and back. After the seventh woman he finally gave in and went back to his throne, breathing heavily as if he had run two marathons in a row.

"Claude...Please...make this torture...stop...I'm so done Ahh!" he whispered to his Butler, sinking into his throne in exhaustion.

Right at this moment, the big doors to the ball room were opened. Was there one more guest which they forgot about? A young woman entered the room with a beautiful (f/c) silk dress, her face hidden behind a pale (f/c) veil. Her (h/l) (h/c) were put into a high bun. Some of her front hair were hanging down. The men who played their instruments stopped and stared at her. All the guests were looking in her direction and gasping. That girl was (Y/n). And she was looking just like a beautiful princess from a fairy tail.

She slowly made her path to the dance floor, her hips swaying and she had everyone in shook. Everyone around her commented her magnificent appearance.

"Who is she? She's so beautiful", said a random woman.

"That dress is like a princess'!" said another one.

But also some meaner comments were heard, by women mostly.

"That dress makes her look fat to be honest", snickered one.

"Who does she think she is? A royal? She's so extra", spat another woman.

"I bet she's hiding a huge nose behind her veil haha!" giggled another one.

Even the Triplets were looking over to her and whispered to each others ears.

"That is her. Our beloved (Y/n). Isn't she beautiful?", said Timber.

"Oh yes she is. And her bust looks just great in that dress!", Thompson commented.

"Her butt moves with the dress, that's awesome", Canterbury replied to his brothers remarks. They all wiped an imaginary tear from their eyes.

Even the young Earl and the young Lord's attentions got caught, as well as their Butler's. Ciel widened his eyes and Alois had his jaw dropping. Now THIS was a lady to him.

Ciel whispered to his Butler, "Who is she?! I have never seen her before. And why is her face hidden? This is suspicious...If she's a demon she's dangerous. This may be one of Alois' tricks."

"Let's wait and see what happens my Lord. She only just arrived. No need to jump to conclusion too quick."

"Pff I'm not!" Ciel harshly whispered at his Butler, "I'm just concerned. Not for Alois though, but for everyone else here."

She looked around and her eyes immediately fixed Alois Trancy's and she eyed him through her "mask" of thin silk material. She fell in a deep trance as their gazes met.

"No way in the hell, is that Alois Trancy over there??", she thought. He looked different yet it was still him.

"Can't be...he looks so elegant, adorable and...handsome. Like a prince", her thoughts went on.

He looked over to the podium and gestured for the musicians to continue their play.

"What the bloody hell are you waiting for?! Play the damn music again!"

On his command they began to play their instruments once again just like before. Everyone else danced, still often glancing over to the for them unknown beauty. She was alone in the middle of the dance floor, looking awkwardly around. A perfect opportunity for a certain someone to make a move.

"Go on your Highness", Claude told his master, saying what Alois' brain told him, as if he could read his master's mind. Yet his feet were sort of glued to the floor at that moment.

Alois slowly made his way to (Y/n), took her hand carefully and kissed it, sending shivers through her body.

"M-my lady, may I have this dance with you?" he asked carefully, trying to take a closer look at her unrevealed face as she took a tiny step back. He also stuttered a bit, which was quite unusual for someone like him.

(Y/n) took awhile to know what kind of actions she could do. Should she kick him? Scream at him and slap him? Or just run off to look for another dancing partner without to make a big fuss? No, all that wasn't her at all. Even if he had abused her for so long, she had the guts to stay polite, even if her mind told her to not do so.

She didn't know what to do at first, she was afflicted. But eventually gave in to his polite gesture and took his hand unwillingly. He lead her to the dance floor.

"Only one dance. Five minutes. Not one second longer", so she thought.

Everyone watched in awe as they stepped on the dance floor. He lead her as his hand rested on her hips, the other one took her hand. Her hand was on his back.

"What am I even doing?! I should try to find my prince, not dancing with this stupid abusive brat!!"

"My lady, may I ask, what is your name?", he asked with curiosity, obviously wanting to know more about her.

"Oh I have a name, but only people worthy of shall know it", she spoke softly, almost whispering to hide her real voice.

"Burn", so she thought. "Now he will let go of me and leave me alone for sure! Ha!"

Instead of going after her wish, he kept dancing with her, smiling at her like he saw a miracle. He asked one question after another. He wouldn't let go of her hand and she didn't want to cause a scene, so she continued to dance with him for more than a hour against her will. After awhile though, the tense atmosphere relaxed a bit and she smiled back at him shyly. Yet she didn't have much time left to find her prince tonight, the ball would end in a matter of minutes, so she needed a plan to escape his grip.

"Please my lady, tell me more about you", he pleaded after awhile, pouting a little.

"My my, hasty aren't we?" she chuckled, dodging his question like all the others he asked her that night.

"Can I at least kiss you? So I know how your lips taste like..."

She didn't answer to that as he leaned in, lifting her veil just above her lips. For some weird reason, she couldn't stop him. She didn't want to stop him. Their kiss lasted for about ten seconds, then he parted from her, her veil falling down after he let go of it. They soon continued to dance.

"May I ask you a question back, my lord. Why is it that you want to know all these things about me?"

"Because I want to know more about you obviously, silly!"

"Does that mean...that..."

"I fell in love", he interrupted her, "I think I found my betrothed. She's standing right in front of me", he stated proudly.

They stopped dancing for a bit. She looked down on the floor, deep in thoughts. Then she looked back up at him with a stern facial expression, which he of course couldn't see through her veil.

"But did you ask her if she wants to be your fiancé, lord Trancy?"

"Well, if you wouldn't want to be mine, you wouldn't be here, right?"

She turned around so he would face her back.

"Maybe I don't want to be your fiancé after all!"

Her harsh words pierced through his heart immediately. He frowned in confusion. For a bit silence fell between them. Then he spoke up.

"Why wouldn't you want to be mine?! I don't get it!" he growled angrily, his voice had a mixture of insecurity, anger and fear in it.

"I must go, it is already late. I'm sorry my lord, I'm definitely not the right one for you. Farewell."

He had no time to react. She ran through the crowd of dancing people and made everyone in the room stare at her again, immediately stopping them from what they were doing. The musicians also stopped playing. Alois, more shocked than angered, screamed through the entire ball room.

"NO!! WAIT!! WHAT DID I DO WRONG?? I BEG YOU COME BACK!!"

The Triplets were on the door and opened for her to exit it as she walked towards it.

"Thank you", she quickly whispered to them while quickly walking out of the ball room.

She run and run, faster and after a bit even faster. Awhile later when she arrived outside, her steps became more sloppier and her sides started to hurt. She breathed violently and suddenly she tripped and fell down on the hard cold floor, losing one of her (f/c) high heeled shoes right when she was on the stairs. She rolled down the entire staircase and stood up again at the end, not being in too big pain to run more further.

But, what about her shoe?

Noticing her right foot hit the cold floor after standing up, she turned around, about to head over to her shoe. But it was too far from her.

Seeing him run down the stairs from all above, she decided without any second thoughts to just ignore her lost shoe and took off the other to run faster. Her shoe was the last problem she had at that moment.She run into the deep dark forest, the moon shinning upon her and climbed up a big tree. She waited on a branch, surrounded by big leaves that were pretty much in handy to hide from him and she got lost in her thoughts again. Only now she felt a sharp pain on her ankles and upper body after her muscles relaxed from the intense running. As she waited for a bit, she gazed down, whispering to herself.

"He...kissed me...and it felt so good."

She removed her veil, placed it on the branch and touched her lips with her index finger.

"Maybe it wasn't so bad after all. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all. No, wait! What am I thinking!! He's my abusive master! The one and only reason why I'm unhappy here! I couldn't possibly have fallen for him, didn't I?"

Steps were nearing. The person had a woman shoe in his hand and became more visible to her eyes as she stared down still, the noises of breaking twigs interrupted her in her wild unsorted thoughts.

"Alois. He still got my shoe!"

More panic raised in her. He found her shoe on the staircase where she had lost it.

"Please where are you?! I need you! Come back! Please..."

His last words were trailing off as tears started to run down his pretty and pale face.

"Why is it always me? Why is everyone leaving me? I don't want to be alone...", he whispered sadly. She started to feel bad, like REALLY bad. She was about to shout something down to him, as another person came running through the forest in an inhuman speed.

"Your Highness!" Claude's lightly concerned voice was heard from behind him.

"Do come back to the manor. Your guests are wondering where you went. It's cold outside and you could catch a cold."

"But Claude!! She run away from me! Like everyone else! I want her! I...want to see her! To feel her warm and soft lips against mine again! Marry her! Make her happy! Everything but make her run from me!" he cried even louder with many breaks between his sentences.

"She's gone, there's nothing you can do about. Now please, do come back to the manor your Highness."

Alois agreed to his Butler's request and they went back. After awhile when she stopped hearing their voices and Alois' cries, she decided to go down the tree to head back to the manor.

But one second of being careless and she slipped down, her vision going all black.

Chapter 7: You are not alone, not anymore

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~Your POV~

Darkness. It surrounded me so fast, I had no chance to scream or shout. Was I dead? It felt so soft. Like some cloth wrapped all around me. When I fell down from that tree I had my eyes closed. I still had them closed right after out of fear, but then I finally opened my eyes to see darkness. Plain darkness and nothing else.

Before I did so I thought, what if I would open them, what would I see? Hell? Heaven? Nothing at all? Or perhaps my deceased parents? I wanted to be reunited with them so bad. I missed them so much. I haven't seen them in a very long time. I forgot how they smelt like. How they talked. It was so long ago. Too long ago. But one thing I knew I would never forget for sure: The good memories I had with them. They taught me a lot after all.

Suddenly a young sounding voice screeched out.

"Sebastian! Did you catch her?"

I was confused, this sounded more like a voice from hell to me. Then, a velvet but deep sounding voice crawled into my ears slowly, siting on my ear shell and making me shiver at it's sound.

"Yes my Lord, she didn't get hurt at all, have no worries."

That for me sounded rather like heaven. But what were these voices exactly talking about? And who were they? My soft surroundings got removed from my body slowly and I was on the ground apparently. It was a black coat that had caused my temporary darkness.

I stood up slowly, still shaking from the fall before. In front of me, two men. Or more like, one and a half men.

"May you need assistance to stand on your legs my lady? You seem to be shaking a lot", the tall man with raven hair, red eyes and a black elegant suit asked me politely. So that velvet and heavenly sounding voice belonged to him.

"No thank you, I'm fine..." I replied and blushed a bit, that man was handsome as hell.

"Wait a minute..." I called out, eying both of them, "You are two of the ball guests! I saw you standing around and talking to some of the guests! Why did you follow me here?"

"Well," The tall handsome man began, "My master, the Earl Ciel Phantomhive ordered me to, your sudden leaving was quite unexpected may I say and we thought it was suspicious."

The blue haired boy, apparently named "Ciel" continued after his Butler finished.

"Correct. Sebastian had taken me to this point of the woods here where we had lastly seen you running. We hid in the bushes until Trancy and his Butler were gone. Then we heard a branch cracking and a girl falling down. That girl was you. Now..." he walked around me, I watched his every move carefully as I didn't trust strangers, but apparently he was no threat to me, "Do tell me, who are you and why did you run away from him? Did he harass you? Tried to inappropriately touch you? We can help you...You are not alone. Not anymore."

I thought for awhile, turned around and smiled forcefully.

"I don't think you can help me. The situation that I'm in is way too complicated, and it keeps getting more and more complicated. He didn't do anything wrong to me tonight. You must know that I'm his maid. I wasn't allowed to attend the ball and was doomed to do some extra chores while the ball was going on. Some of my coworkers decided to help me still to be able to attend the ball by doing my chores for me which was very nice of them. That's how I got to the ball, in disguise behind a veil to make him not recognizing me."

I finished the sentence and started to shiver due to the cold weather, the tall man called "Sebastian" noticed and took off his coat. He wrapped it around my shoulders like a blanket. I got surprised but enjoyed the nice gesture, he was a real gentleman, just like...The Triplets. Something on him reminded me of them. Perhaps the eyes, I don't know. They were of a nice color red that reflected with the night sky. Ciel came from behind me and touched my shoulder while Sebastian stood next to him in silence.

"How about we take this discussion to a different place? It's too cold here and we don't want you to catch a cold in this thin layered dress."

I nodded in silence and so we walked back to the Manor and took a back entrance where only staff members could enter with a key. I had it around my neck with me luckily in case I needed it which I indeed did.

We sneaked into my bedroom and I changed my clothing, back into my maid outfit in case Alois would walk in into the room at any hour. The ball was coming to an end after all. I told them to turn around until I was done changing my dress and they did so.

I sat on the bed in between them and told them the real reason why I was working here and the reason I attended the ball and that, may I say it like that, it didn't turn out to be as I imagined.

"I'm afraid I...fell in love with Earl Trancy unexpectedly tonight."

"WHAT?!" Ciel shouted in a disgusted tone, "You fell in love with HIM?! But he abused you! How could you? What the devil is wrong with you?!"

Sebastian cleared his throat at his master's rude remarks and added, "Pardon my master's direct wording, but what he really meant to ask a bit more politely was, why so?"

His red eyes pierced through my soul, I could feel it. What a strange man. But how handsome he was!

"W-well, I can't explain it. I heard of his tragic back story and...I got some sympathy for him due to that. Tonight I wanted to find a man to run away from here, but Alois Trancy spotted me looking at him, luckily without to recognize me through my veil and danced with me and...I had, for the first time in my life in a long time...genuine fun. A-and besides I'm not sure if it's real love or just a hopefully short phase. This time however, it feels different. I have fallen in love before, but not like this."

"Well," Ciel didn't hesitate to give me an answer, "Then you should come live with us in my Manor. We will pay you enough money as a maid, treat you good and we know the Queen personally, which is a great honor."

I looked down on my feet and crossed my arms. Should I? Should I leave this Manor for good? It would be a step in a better future. A future of freedom.

Or maybe this Ciel boy was abusive as well? Well, he didn't make that impression to me at least. He rather seemed like a person who liked to help people in need, like me. I sighed loudly before giving my answer to him.

"...I have to decline, I'm sorry Lord Phantomhive."

"What the...?? You just told me you were abused by him!! Humiliated! Injured! I'm offering you a good home and enough food and you dare to refuse and to still live with this sadistic bastard? He must have BRAINWASHED you!!"

He was right. What has gotten into me? Why am I suddenly so attached to this manor? Is it because of the Triplets? Héloise? Or maybe...Could Alois possibly be the reason why I wanted to stay here so bad even after what happened?

Sebastian coughed once more and continued before that Ciel boy could throw a temper tantrum like a kid. Well, he WAS a kid after all.

"Perhaps there is a specific reason to it, may you tell us why you would not like to come with us Miss...uhm...Pardon me we didn't catch your name yet as it appears."

"...(Y/n). It's (F/n) (L/n)."

"Miss (Y/n), right. Pardon me."

He bowed lightly before I gave my answer while slowly looking back and forth at them, "These past few weeks, they didn't feel so horrible and suffocating anymore. I think it's because we got a new servant, a maid...She's so nice to me and always cheers me up. I think she would be as miserable as I was before she started to work at our manor if I would suddenly take my leave from here. So due to her sake, I want to stay. It became my mission to make her feel good here. I'm sorry, due to that I have to decline your generous offer Early Phantomhive."

Ciel seemed to have calmed down while I spoke and probably even earned some understanding for my reasoning, but he and his Butler exchanged worried looks before he stated, "Alright. If this is your decision then we can't force you to come with us. But, in case you still need our help...Contact me as quick as possible please."

He gave me his business card. He seemed to own a company. At this age it was pretty uncommon to own a company I thought.

"Okay thanks! I really appreciate how helpful you have been to me tonight. But I must ask you to go now. Master Trancy would be furious to see anybody up here without his permission. I must also attempt my chores. Goodbye for now, Lord Phantomhive and Mister Michaelis. It was an honor to get to know you."

I bowed and they left shortly after. I hid the business card under my pillow and hurried down to where me and the Triplets were shortly before the ball began.

I took the two baskets with the seeds and corn and pretended to see if I sorted them out right. Two minutes later I heard steps behind me and a loud sobbing.

"Claaaaaaude!! Why would she just run from me like that!! I didn't do anything wrong! TELL ME CLAUDE!!"

Claude just glared at him with his emotionless face and tried his best to comfort him even if it seemed hopeless.

"Master, you mustn't be upset for that. There are plenty of women in England who may be interested to marry you. Another ball next month perhaps would-"

"NO!! NO NO NO!! NO MORE BALLS! I'm honestly done for now...It was a bad idea Claude! I met the love of my life and the next minute she exits my life again! What the bloody hell did I do wrong tell me Claude?!"

I continued with my pretending and found pleasure in his whining. It was kind of amusing seeing him annoy the hell out of Claude. But Claude of course, pretended he wasn't annoyed at all. It was like a running gag in this manor.

But in another way, I understood how he felt. It was like giving a lollipop to a toddler just to rip it off his hands again. Not fair. But I had to do it. He wasn't the right one for me. Or was he?

[emmy-renee]

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[theodora3022]

Love You To Hell And Back(Yandere Claude)

Pairing: Yandere Claude Faustus x F!reader

Summary: Upon running away from home due to an unwanted arranged marriage, you took up a maid position in the Trancy household. You thought it would be simple, lay low for couple of months then the other family would cancel the engagement. Being a maid should be easy right? Just wash and clean the house and saying yes to their lords. You never thought you would end up in such a bizarre and dangerous household.

Notes: I am a Claude simp. If you do not know before, you do now. Do not get the wrong idea, Sebastien is handsome alright, but there is just something about those golden eyes makes me shiver in the best kind of way. (Also I love the French pronunciation of his name but whatever)

Word count:2k

Warning: Non-con touching, coercion, possessive behaviour, general Yandere content

SFW

As a lady on exile, you do not have many options. Your relatives were out of the question since they could inform your parents of your whereabouts, and so does all of your friends. Luckily, you figured out the perfect solution: disguises! And who is more unnoticeable then a maid? They blend naturally in the background of drawing rooms and parties, no one will bat an eye if there happen to be an extra one. Nobles do not care for servants, so a forged name and documents would get the job done. 

Answering advertisements seems to be a good way to start. Ah, there is one right here. The Trancy Estate? To your knowledge, there is only one young lord there, and you are not acquainted with the family. Seems the ideal choice: “Only for two months, as a replacement.” You know being a servant would be unpleasant, compare to your noble lady life now, but you had chosen between this instead marrying a man you despise.

Packing some essentials, you thrown on a simple cotton dress borrowed from your maids and sneaked out. You thought you had escaped from hell, not knowing you are better off staying. Because, you had quite literally, walked into a spider’s trap.

 A dark-skinned maid welcomed you, explaining how she has to leave the household for some personal business while giving you a small tour of the building. She seems nice enough, although you were curious why her right eye is covered by bandages. The manor is dead quiet and empty, giving you an illusion of how you can hear your own breathing.

“Miss Hannah, where are the other servants?” You shiver, tightening your clock just a bit. Although it is only autumn, the winds are chillier in this house, or so you felt.

“There is only five of us. Me, the triplets, and Sir Claude the butler. Our master can be...difficult, one could say.” Handing you a basket of maid attire, Hannah seem to be terrified of this master she speaks of.  

I wonder why he is so difficult. You thought as you thanked her and settled down in the little servant room you were given. Better put on these maid clothes soon, getting use to them as fast as possible. Blue and white does not look so bad together.

Kitchen duties are not so bad since all you need to do is chopping up vegetables and wash the dishes while the triplets took care of the cooking. Dusting is a nuisance, but with enough efforts it was taken care off. The triplets are an odd flock, as they never speak unless necessary. All your befriend attempts had failed miserably, you felt as if they look down on you somehow? Since you only do backstage work, you had yet to meet the master and his butler. Not that you mind, you want to kept your existence covert, after all!

You were trying to dust off the chandelier in the drawing room when you first met Claude. The stairs you use are a bit unstable, which causes you to have major anxieties about falling.

“Ahh!” You squeal as your staircase finally deciding to let you fall. Closing your eyes in horror, you were certain you are going to suffer at least bruises. But the expected pain never came. Instead, you felt a strong set of arms had caught your body mid-hair.

 Gazing up, what did you see?

Oh did that gorgeous face make this fall worth it. The tall man in black reminds you of those flawless Roman statues, of King David. You never thought humans can be this magnificent.(Well you are still right, as he is no human)

Gently placing you back on your feet, Claude started to examine you behind those clear glasses. You quickly smoothed the wrinkles on your skirt as you dip your head for greeting.

“Greetings, kind Sir. You must be Sir Claude. My pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am (y/n), the new maid.” Gods, he is handsome. You were not even sure words can describe how those golden eyes made you feel. Are you blushing? Ugh, get it together, self! He is only a butler here. It is beneath you to swoon over him. You put on a smile, then courtesies to the stoic man in the most elegant way possible.

The lack of callus on your fingers and your sophisticated manners informs him that you, are no ordinary maid. As a servant to his lord, Claude needs to make sure no sketchy individual can harm him. Some investigation would need to be done.

How interesting...Why would a high-born lady such as yourself ran away from your prestigious noble house, only to serve as a humble servant here? Just where did Hannah dig you up? Ah, that is no matter at present. Surely your cheerful spirts can light up the dull days of this mansion. The only thing Claude need to ensure is you do not expire as quickly as others. Alois can be such a spoiled brat; however no harm should befall to you as long as he can help it.

Your voice reminds the demon of little birds of forest mornings, chirping delightfully to a new day no matter how horrid the night before was. The way you thank him stuttering then trying to go back to your duties are just adorable, and amusing. It is clear as day:you are fascinated by Claude’s pretty face. Quite bold for a lady to do so. Claude had met a lot of people in his long life, but none of them intrigues him so as you do. He cannot grasp what exactly, but there must be something enchanting about you, that makes him want to pull you close and do unspeakable things to your good, pure body.  

Tender and cautious, that is what the knocks on his office door suggests. It is late, way past Alois’s bedtime. Who could have business with him this hour, apart from his demanding lord? “Come in.” Claude’s curiosity had spiked up.

It is you, still dressed and with a plate in your hands. What a pleasant surprise. And are those pastries?

“I...baked these for you, Sir. I want to thank you for your help earlier today.” Looking away, you quickly remind yourself how you should never indulge too much. However you had already spent two hours of your free time trying to bake something decent.

Did your parents taught you it is improper to visit a man’s quarters this late at night, alone? How rebellious of you, not that Claude minds anyway. You might appear to be demure and good at first sight, but under that nice façade is a bold maiden who does not care for modesty, how complex.

Chocolate chip biscuits, but with distorted shapes. “I am not very good at this, so I totally understand if you do not wish to eat them. I jus want to properly show my gratitude, that is all.” Nervously fidgeting your apron corner, you bit your lip when he raises one of them to his lips and took a small bite.

Edible, but has lots of room for improvement. Claude can practically taste your eagerness to please from the chocolate spheres. Seeing your gaze fixated on him, expecting his comments on your work, Claude let out a quiet laugh. Which made heat rush up to your cheeks. Is that a good or a bad response? It cannot be that terrible can it?

“Come.” He signals with a hand wave, and you hesitantly walked beside his chair. How cute, the butler and the little maid. It would be a shame to just give you some half-hearted praises and send you out, wouldn’t it? It is what a gentleman would do, of course. Claude on the other hand, has never been one. He could entertain that appearance for his lord’s sake, but in this little room with just you, there is no need for charades.

You were shocked when one gloved hand pulled you swiftly onto his lap, with the other locked around your waist, pressing you against his chest. Of course, you fantasized the idea of being the lover of such a fine specimen of mankind, but only the idea of it. Even though you are nothing more then a lowly maid now, you are still a lady of nobility with conducts of propriety.

Your shrinking pupils made Claude realize he might be pushing a bit too fast. But human lives are so fragile, so short compare to demon ones. If he does not seize this opportunity, who knows when is next one going to arrive? Whether it is your intention or not, Claude is now mesmerized with you. Now that he is holding you this close, breathing in your intoxicating sweet scent, the old demon had his first epiphany of a millennium: you are lovely, and he intends to keep you this way, one way or the other.

Squirming with protests, you tried to get out of his suffocating embrace. “Sir, this is not proper, please let go of me.” Yet you achieve no results, those iron grips still hold you firmly in place, those same arms that spared you an embarrassing fall this morning.

  “Little bird, finally thinking about propriety? You should know better then coming to my office this late unless you want something to happen.” Claude is close, too close, you can feel his breath fanning your ears gently. Gloved fingers trace down your jawline, making you tremble with fear. “Am I right, Lady (family name)?” You froze. What how did he-how do he know you are not a mere commoner? Had he already done a thorough investigation on you?

“Now, repeat after me, little bird.” His golden eyes shifted its color to pink, round pupils bending into a thin line. In normal circumstances, you would be terrified of how his features suddenly changed, but now you are too possessed by his intense gaze to think of anything else. Those eyes, you felt as if you could drown in those two magenta pools.

“I love Claude Faustus forever and I would do anything should he asks of me.”

“I-I love Claude Faustus f-forever...and I would do anything should....should he-e asks of me.” It is still your voice, although those words are defintely not your own. What is happening? Why do your tongue just moved on its own like man possessed?

“Perfect.” Running his bare fingers through your hair, Claude left a light kiss on your forehead, ignoring the horrid expression you are wearing. “You will behave, right little bird?”

“Of course, Sir Claude.” You did not just say that !There is no way. What has this evil man done to you? You never should have come here. Your terrible fiancée at least could not cast spells on you!

“I’ll take good care of you, my dearest little bird. After all, your fate is defined since the moment I lay my eyes on you. We are destined to be together.”

“Oh, do try to behave. It would be a shame if something should happen to your dear family. I would hate if you end up like your other human predecessors.” His lord, despite his young age, is a master at torture and inflicting suffering. There is a unfortunate reason why there is only a few servants in this manor, and the fact that they are durable demons too. Claude knows exactly where you would end up had he not intervened. Do not worry, he would never let you go. Demons mate for life, didn’t you know that? Why resist?

“I love you my dear, to the hell and back. We shall stay together until the end of time.”

[heyitstam]

alois trancy x reader - dance for me (lime)

being a traditional dancer was actually really fun. you loved it. getting to wear stunning kimonos with beautiful seasonal motifs on them. around this time of the year you wore a light green kimono with yellow and pink flowers and patterns on it. the sleeves were longer than usual, but not long enough for it to be a furisode. 

currently you were on the stage performing, as it was a spring festival. the sun was in the middle of setting, painting the sky in an orange to blue gradient. the crowd was all for your movements, rhythmically chanting ‘asore’s and ‘yoisho’s to the music you danced to. you being head maiden at the shrine, had mastered the art of dance fairly quickly. you often danced with two other maidens, but occasionally you had solos. this was one of those times. and as your father had stated, there was someone special in the crowd watching you today.

earl Alois Trancy. you searched for him with your eyes when you could, careful not to seem like you’re frantically watching out for someone. but you were. you have never had someone of this high royalty watching you before, and to be completely honest, you were nervous. you didn’t have to search for long, he and his jet black butler stood out from the rest of the crowd. you gulped as your eyes landed on him and you acknowledged how young he looked; much younger than what you expected. you assumed he was around your age. finding peace at the thought that it wasn’t some old guy of high nobility that watched you, you continued to dance putting thoughts of Trancy aside.

the dance ended, and you were quickly off to the changing room, wanting to get the warm clothing off of you. you waited for one of the maidens to come help you take the kimono off, fiddling with the sash in the meantime, and changed to your normal clothing. you returned the favour to the kind maiden, and you two headed outside hoping to enjoy the rest of the night by buying sweets and watching fireworks.

you chitchatted light-heartedly as you were walking down the streets looking at all the different stalls.    “(L/N), you are so good at dancing,” the girl complimented, “i bet the they loved you!” you didn’t really know how to respond to praise, so you just awkwardly chuckled and thanked her.     “ah no, i made so many mistakes! and either way-” you were interrupted by bumping into a stranger. more specifically, into the chest of a stranger. you quickly jumped back and apologized furiously, embarressed at your lack of ability to pay attention to where you are walking.

   “i’m sorry! i didn’t mean to..” you yell, waving your hands in front of you waiting for the man to say something. then you realized this was no ordinary man. this was Alois Trancy’s butler. along with Alois. your eyes widened at the sight of him and you bowed, feeling a blush creeping on to your face.

Alois smirked and chuckled.     “Claude, apologize to this young lady. she’s clearly too flustered to apologize properly herself,” he laughed, you and your friend just standing there staring at them. the butler - Claude - did just that, he apologized for bumping into you. you were incredibly embarrassed at this point. he readjusted his slick glasses with his middle finger after doing a not-so-steep bow. by this time you regained your composition, and pushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

   “no, sir, it was my fault. i should’ve watched where i was going. i’m terribly sorry.” you uttered at last.     “anyhow, (Y/N), right? i watched you dance earlier. i must say you’re really pretty when dancing. did you know that?,” Alois asks as if nothing had happened. you glanced over at your friend who was as suprised as you were.

   “yes, my name is (L/N) (Y/N), sir,” you curtsied, “pleased to meet you. this is my friend,” you stopped talking to give her a chance to introduce herself.     “Rika.” by that time she had understood that the boy was someone important, if not by his posh appearance, then by his butler. 

   “what a beautiful name~” Alois purred, while kissing your hand, more or less ignoring your friend. you blushed at his kindness and actions, but you quickly shoved the thoughts away.     “(L/N), i have a proposal for you,” he continued with a smile. you raised an eyebrow at this, curious of what it could be. you glanced at Claude, who had the same serious and stern face he’s had since you met him, and then at Rika, who was equally as perplexed as you.

   “w.. what is it, sir?,” you ask, awaiting his answer patiently.     “i want you to dance for me. you could be my entertainer or something - i just really want to see you dance, (L/N). it gets so boring at the mansion, with just the triplets and Hannah,” he said, having a smug look on his face. your jaw dropped at this. you? a personal danc- okay wait that sounds weird.     “i’ll pay you.” he added, staring intently at you. you honestly didn’t know what to respond, so you just shifted your gaze from his left eye to his right and then back to the left one again. you hadn’t realized his pretty icy-blue eyes before now. you thought hard about the pros and cons of this. first of all you barely knew him. second, you didn’t want to move away from your family, but he will pay you. and your family could really use some extra money.

   “well.. i’m not quite sure what my parents will say to-” you tried explaining your situation, but he cut you off,     “Claude will take care of that. don’t worry about it.” and with that being said, Claude already took off without you having a chance to stop him.

   “but she can’t go! she’s still head maiden here,” Rika tried backing you up, but to no use.     “i am sure they will understand. (L/N) got a better opportunity, so why wouldn’t she take it? we’ll be going now,” Alois stated, grabbing your arm and dragging you after him. you didn’t want to cause a scene so you just gave in, giving Rika a ‘don’t worry about it’ expression.

the night that you planned spending with Rika, you actually spent with Alois. Claude didn’t join you for the rest of the night but you assumed he had typical butler business to take care of. you and Alois got to know eachother better and at one point you even forgot that he was an earl - in the moment you only saw him as a boy, as a friend. you even thought he was cute, but you quickly snapped out of it. you had to admit, it was actually fun being with Alois, albeit could be rather dark at times. you even found out that they will be staying for two more days, so you had a little more time to decide if you wanted to leave with him or stay.

   “i had a fun night, Alo- i mean sir, it was very enjoyable. i’m afraid i’ll have to leave now, my parents are probably waiting for me,” you said, taking the lollipop Alois bought for you out of your mouth momentarily.    “okay, (Y/N)! i hope it’s okay that i call you by your first name. whatever, i don’t really care. i call you whatever i want to call you,” he laughs, “i’ll see you tomorrow,” he smirks and waves as you take your leave.

you enter your house and notice that all the lights were off. your family was already asleep, so you were extra careful not to make too much noise. you knew how angry your father could get when you woke him, but thankfully you got to your room safe. you changed to your sleeping garments and layed down, happily waiting for the sleep to take you so you could meet Alois again.

that night was about two months ago. since that time, you moved to the Trancy manor and have stayed there since. you would write to your parents and friends on the regular, who were supportive and understanding about your situation. now, dancing for Alois was... special. you had grown feelings for him and it even seemed like he liked you back. you were treated better than the other servants (but treated as a pet nonetheless,) and everytime Alois wanted you to dance for him it always ended up with him having his hands all over you. he never actually dared touch you under your clothes and it never got too intimate, but you didn’t mind it either way.

your late evening thoughts were abrubtly cut off by Claude knocking on your door. you allow him to enter.    “miss (Y/N), His Highness wants to talk with you.” he says, pushing his glasses up. you raise an eyebrow,    “talk with me? have i done something wrong?,” you ask rhetorically, “guess i’ll have to find out myself.”

thoughts are racing through your head as you imagine all the situations that can take place in a few minutes. you were nervous to say the least. you could feel a droplet of sweat trickle down your neck as you found yourself infront of Alois’ door. you gulped heavily before knocking on the door.

   “come in,” you could hear on the other side. and so you did. you opened the room finding Alois sitting on the bed with his usual purple coat beside him. you closed the door behind you and adjusted your skirt.    “am i in trouble, sir?” you cant help but ask. Alois smirks, as always, and shakes his head childishly.    “no, (Y/N). i need to ask you something.” he answers. you were puzzled. ask me? ask me what? before you could reply, he continued.    “(Y/N), be honest. do you, by any chance, like me?” you stood there for a few seconds, taking in what he just asked you. you felt your face heating up, but there was nothing you could do about it. “pardon?” you mutter, in a quiet voice just loud enough for him to hear you.    “you heard me, dont act dumb.” his voice got more serious and his expression changed to an impatient, annoyed one. “i..” you start, but your voice faded away as you lost the courage you had gained on your way to his room. he sighs.    “i take that as a yes. after all, you’ve never stopped me from touching you, have you? and ontop of that you do seem to be enjoying yourself whenever i do.” he regains his usual smirk. as you hear him say that your head perks up and the blush grew more intense. you just stutter, not knowing what to say. how humiliating.    “don’t worry, (Y/N). i don’t mind it. in fact, it’s quite charming.” he stood up from the bed, not breaking the eye contact he had with you. he loosened his bowtie a little and licked his lips as he made his way across the room to you. you could feel more sweat drip down your neck and face and for every step he took towards you, you took one back. until you eventually reached the door behind you. Alois was now right infront of you, manically smiling. he put his hands on either side of your head, pinning you to the door. he stared into your eyes. you were a tad bit scared, as you had never done anything like this before. your heart raced wildly as you stood there awaiting for what was next.

he cupped your left cheek with his right hand, stroking it with his thumb. you closed your eyes, taking in the affection but opened them again as soon as you felt his thumb brush over your lips. you were surprised. you could hear him giggle quietly at your expression.    “i’ll make you mine, (Y/N).” he whispered huskily into your ear. you didn’t have time to react as he closed the distance between you two, his soft, glossy lips on yours. your eyes widened at the contact but you soon melted into the kiss, trying your best to keep up with him, but you failed and he established dominance over you. his tongue was now inside your mouth, dancing with yours and you wrapped your hands around his chest, pulling him closer.

there weren’t too many words said that night as things escalated quickly between you two. about hour or so later you found yourself in his king sized bed with your clothes who knows where. Alois layed beside you, panting ever-so-slightly, staring into your eyes lovingly. he pulled your body into his, your face in his chest, and you wrap your arms around him tightly. you two layed like that for what seemed an eternity, until he finally broke the silence.

   “(Y/N), promise you won’t leave me. ever.” his voice turned melancholically sad, and you swore you could hear the tiniest crack in his voice. and if it weren’t for the darkness in the room you could’ve perhaps even seen a tear in his eye.

“i would never. i promise,” you whisper back, and with that answer he tightened his grip around you. and then the sleep engulfed you.

[fandomlife-giver]

Beacon Maid - 3

Summary: So, you’ve invited us to a ball at the Trancy mansion? Very well. I’m happy to let you dance to my tune for an evening. Butler who does a graceful, subtle dance, one to which I am more accustomed to than you. Next time, ”Beacon Maid” Surely, you jest. If I couldn’t dance to that, what kind of maid would I be? One, two, three…one, two, three…

Pairings: Sebastian X Demon!Reader X Claude

@wintersdoll @naniky @danabuggxd​ @redryderdesigns​ @inumorph​

Word Count: 2291

Warnings: None

Your name: submit What is this?

If you ever find Lau at the bottom of a well just leave him there, or better yet throw a rock on his head. The mere fact that he had been analyzing your body from afar in order to cook up whatever humiliating monstrosity he had planned for you made you annoyed beyond reason. Even more so that your child of a master forced you into this position.

Dressing up has never been something you enjoyed. In fact there was a time when you found your way into the servitude of Julius Cesar. He greatly enjoyed putting you in various costumes for his own benefit. Now that you thought about it, he never really was a good master. But you were awarded handsomely for his soul so it was worth the humiliation.

Ciel does remind you of him in some ways. For example, it appears that your young master finds it greatly amusing to watch you wear the most ridiculous clothing and walk around in public with it. 

"Is there something you wish to say to me?"

Ciel raised an eyebrow at you since you had a firm look on your face that you had directed at him for over 10 minutes now.

"Oh it's nothing, master. It's just that a thought had crossed my mind."

He tilted his head in suspicion. “Well don’t tell me, I’d hate to know what goes through your head.”

A thin smile spread on your lips. “Of course sir, I’d hate to poison that innocent mind of yours.”

He narrowed his eyes at my sarcasm but couldn’t help the smile that spread on his face. “If you think I have any trace of innocence left, you’re more stupid than I thought, Y/N.”

A smirk crawled up your face. “Well of course you’re innocent. Just look at your cute little face.”

His smile immediately fell once you reached out and pinched his cheek, pouting your lips as you leaned down to him. “Honestly, seeing you all grown up into a big boy. And yet, you are still so adorable.”

His teeth clenched as he stared into your eyes but he made no move to stop you.

For a second you were a little surprised and in the back of your mind you realized how if he remembered anything about the last year, he would've slapped your hand away without hesitating. Your relationship with him felt so pure again and a part of you was a little glad that he didn’t remember what you were because to him, you were probably the only real person he had left to love after that night. You were like a second mother to him, and no longer a demon. And that alone made him all the more precious to her.

Once he saw the small smile form on your lips he sighed in boredom. “Are you finished with mocking me?”

She blinked back to reality and chuckled at him. “Sure. For now, Ciel.” You put your hand down as you saw his eyes slide to behind you. You could feel it, both his presence and fiery gaze on your back.

You slowly straightened up and glanced over your shoulder at his overpowering presence. “Yes, do you need something?”

Adjusting his glasses, he grunted as his sight landed on Ciel. “Pardon me, Lord Phantomhive. My master requested I tour you around our wonderful Trancy Manor and show you to your temporary lodging.”

From the corner of your eye you caught Sebastian’s line of sight from where he stood with the servants and tilted your head in his direction, which was his cue to come over. Once he appeared, Claude’s eye twitched for a moment, but he still kept his gaze on Ciel as he talked.

“Our Trancy servants will show you around the premises. I have some other details that need my attention, I do hope you forgive me.”

Ciel merely shrugged it off. “I don’t care who it is, as long as I know where I’m going.”

A ghostly smile appeared on his face. “Of course. Excuse me.”

You watched him intently as he left the room and only looked at the servants he mentioned once you knew he was gone. From the moment you entered the mansion, you knew something was off. And when Claude lied about where his master was, since you could feel his presence in the building, you knew both he and Alois were still for some reason following your original instructions. What you couldn’t figure out was why, you had broken the agreement the moment you threatened Claude on your previous meeting and you hadn’t kept your end of the bargain.

‘What exactly is Alois planning?’

“Very well, Y/N, Sebastian, let’s go.” As Ciel was about to step forward, Sebastian suddenly blocked his path. You eyed him curiously until he locked eyes with you.

“My apologies master, but Y/N has other matters to attend to.”

Your eyes narrowed at his words. “Is that so? And what matters are those exactly?”

His smirk irritated you. “Since Mr. Lau is in charge of your dressings for tonight, the servants have volunteered to accompany you with Mr. Lau in town for a bit of shopping until it is time for the ball.”

Your eyebrows raised to your hairline. “I beg your pardon? I’m not leaving this property with Ciel still here--”

“Fine.” Your neck snapped in Ciel’s direction. He gave you a knowing look and waved his hand for you to leave. “Stop trying to get out of this. Just go, Y/N.”

You were at a loss of words. “But what if you need me, sir? Surely you--”

He rolled his eyes at you as he walked away. “As long as you make it back in time for this evening’s festivities, I don’t care where you are. Sebastian is more than capable of attending to my needs.”

The triplet servants marched forward as Ciel followed. As Sebastian moved to join them, your hand gripped his arm tightly. Your voice became darker, laced with annoyance.

“Just what do you think you’re doing? Why don’t you want me with you? They can’t be trusted.”

He tilted his head in curiosity. “Well, I thought you’d see fit to stay out of their presence. You did break your arrangement with them, afterall.”

Your jaw briefly fell in astonishment. “Is this because of my plan? What, so you don’t trust me now? I only did this to be closer with Ciel, to protect him--”

“Sebastian!” Hearing the annoyance laced in Ciel’s voice, Sebastian released your hand from his arm. 

“Come now, kitten. No need to bare your claws. Who else will watch over the servants and keep them out of trouble?” With an infuriating smile, he left you there.

You stood there grinding your teeth as you watched his retreating figure. He thinks he can just keep me out of the way? I don’t think so.

“Ah, now that that’s settled…”

Your body tensed when Lau placed an arm on your shoulder and moved your hair aside to stare more intently at your features. “Why don’t we get to work, hm?”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at him. “As lovely as that sounds, I’m afraid I already made preparations elsewhere. So sorry.”

As you turned to move away from him, his hand gripped your shoulder, forcing you to stay in place. A smile appeared on his calm face. “Nice try, love. Your master already made the deal with me so this is something you won’t be able to get out of.”

You rubbed your forehead at his persistence. “Yes, that may be, however--”

“Y/N! Pardon me Mr. Lau, but may I have a word with her alone?”

The smile that you gave toward your savior was so big that it made your mouth hurt. “Oh of course, Ayani.” You glanced back at Lau. “This does sound urgent, so if you would excuse me…”

Bowing her head toward him, Ayani began to lead you out of the room. You caught the sound of his sigh as you passed by him. Once Ayani brought you out to the hallway, she turned around to close the door, cutting you off from the lively room of guests.

She held an apologetic look. “Forgive me, I didn’t mean to interrupt your conversation.”

You shook your head as you chuckled. “Oh believe me, I should be thanking you for pulling me away. But nevermind that, what is it you wish to tell me?”

She bit her lip as she glanced down. “Well...I’d like to apologize on behalf of my master. I did inform him as you asked, and he seemed contemptuous until, well, once he saw Lord Phantomhive, he couldn’t pretend as requested.”

You smiled at her briefly. “I wouldn’t worry. I never truly expected him to be able to keep himself at bay.”

Her head moved up to you again. “You didn’t?”

Shaking your head, you shrugged your shoulders. “Of course not. Speaking from past experience, he seems to let his emotions control his reason. That’s why I told you, because I trusted you could handle it.”

She couldn’t help but smile at the compliment but it fell once a muffled scream was picked up by your ears. Your eyes widened at the sudden disruption and you raised an eyebrow once Ayani’s face went pale.

“You wouldn’t happen to have heard that, would you?”

She nodded her head at your ponder. “I did. It sounded as if the origin of it came from outside.”

The two of you shared a knowing look before walking further down the hallway until you stopped in front of a window, granting you a viewing of the back of the mansion. Your eyes scanned the entire landscape but there was nothing out of the ordinary.

Suddenly Ayani’s hand shot out, her finger pointing downward. “Look, there!”

Glancing where she was directing your attention, you caught sight of who you assumed to be Claude, but you couldn’t quite tell due to his back being turned to you. You watched him intently as he turned and once you caught a glimpse of what was in front of him, your mouth formed into a line.

It appeared to be a person with a bag around their head, with Claude tying their hands together. There was fresh blood on the person’s clothes so you assumed that was what caused the scream.

“What in the...what is he doing? Is that a person?” Ayani pressed her hands up against the glass in disbelief.

Your eyes became narrowed once you caught sight of another, much smaller person walking up next to Claude, and he seemed to be throwing away a pile of clothes, quite aggressively as well.

“Who is that? He looks rather young.”

You slowly removed her hands from the glass, wiping it clean as you answered her. “That would be the head of this manor.”

Her head quickly turned in your direction. “Lord Trancy? But we were told he was away on important business…”

You tilted your head as you continued to watch them. “Yes, important business indeed.”

She shook her head in disbelief. “W-we gotta tell someone, they’re holding someone captive!”

For a brief moment, you thought you saw a third person off to the side. After a few seconds, your suspicions were confirmed and your eyes went wide once you recognized his bowler hat and you registered who it was. 

Flashback…

A small smile formed beneath the bowler hat that shielded his face. "Oh, me? Why, it's as if you don't know me at all."

He put his hands in his pockets. "I don't plan on going back. And I don't want them to come looking for me so..."

He shrugged and looked at you seriously. "The passage back to hell for London. I need you to destroy it."

What the hell is he doing here?

“I must go inform my master that it isn’t safe here!”

Your head shot up at what she said and you instantly grabbed her arm, pulling her back. “I wouldn’t advise doing that.”

She looked at me as if I were an idiot. “Y/N, something isn’t right here, these people are obviously dangerous and I refuse to let my prince stay here if his life is in danger.”

You placed your hands over her shoulders and forced her to lock eyes with you. “Listen to me Ayani, you will only end up putting him and everyone else here in more danger if you cause suspicion. The only way to deal with this is to find out what they are hiding.”

Her eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. “Well, how are we going to do that? I don’t want to leave my master alone and unprotected.”

“Y/N, darling! Where did you go?”

At the sound of Lau’s annoying voice, you sighed and looked away until an idea formed in your head and you looked back at her. “You don’t have to worry, I’ll investigate this manor on my own. But Ayani, my dear friend, I’m afraid I may need your assistance.”

Her jaw clenched as her eyes became determined. “I will help you with whatever you need. Just tell me what to do.”

You smiled at her loyalty. “Thank you, Ayani.” You turned her around to let her see Lau and Ran Mao down the hallway as they searched for you. “You can start by distracting Mr. Lau and his companion. And anyone else if necessary.”

She nodded and glanced at you. “And what will you do?”

You released your hold on her as you began walking down the opposite end of the hallway. “I have some investigating to do.”

[demonic-charcuterie]

Trancy triplets x Millie! Reader

The triplets were whipped. You don’t understand me right now, I mean WHIPPED. Simps. In. Love.

No matter what you tried to tell them they wouldn’t stop pampering. All sat down on the couch and next thing you know you’re being fanned and fed grapes. Your shoulders getting massage and Canterbury was giving you a manipetti.

They surrounded you as the brushed and braided your hair. Once you jokingly asked them you carry you and next thing you know you could see the tops of peoples head. And how their heart swooned when your guns started popping off. You were set on protecting the young master when your best friend Hannah asked you to help her. After all that’s how you met the triplets. All first you were a bit stand offish. You must admit they are pretty slow. Some might even say dumb but you fell In love with the way they made your cheeks flush and the nicknames that gave you. Things like Rosebud or Millie Mob.

You screamed I’m horror when you saw their cut up bodies shredded by Grell’s chainsaw. “Boys..BOYS!?” You yelled as you pressed the bloody boxes of their bodies together,staining your hands. “TALK TO ME BABIES PLEASE!”

“Tsk shush a shame.” Sebastian said a Grell stood next to him.

You gasped as you felt their skin mold back together I’m under your fingers. He turned your head to the demon is his associate. “Leave. Right. Fucking. Now.” You whispered. The ran off with continued the maze.

“Baby.” You gripped their hands. “Give my sign! Anything baby, a sign you’re gonna be okay.” Timber’s fingers typed out on the back of your hand.

We love you

“I love you too.”

Hannah didn’t say any of this would happen. She said it was be smooth, nothing about loosing your mate. The only ones you could ever love. You grabbed the net their bodies were in and gripped it tight as you slowly dragged them across the grass to a safe place.

They’re going to be okay…you just know it. You leaned down on gave each of them a kiss on the lips before sitting down next to them and staring down at them…watching…and waiting.

[anonymousewrites]

One Hell of a Love (Book 1.5) Chapter Fifteen

Sebastian Michaelis x Teen! Reader

Chapter Fifteen: One Hell of a Ball

Summary: Ciel, Sebastian, and (Y/N) are invited to Trancy Manor for a Danse Macabre.

            (Y/N) looked up from their chores as they sensed Sebastian enter the room. He had a solemn look on his face. (Y/N) understood immediately.

            “It’s today, isn’t it?” said (Y/N).

            Sebastian nodded.

            Ciel had been invited back to the Trancy Estate. It was time for his “revenge.” It was time for a duel to the death

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            “Ciel!” greeted Alois, standing outside of his mansion with all his servants behind him.

            “Alois Trancy,” said Ciel curtly, descending from his carriage with (Y/N) and Sebastian.

            “Welcome, and thank you for coming,” said Claude, bowing.

            (Y/N) could feel Claude’s eyes on them, but they ignored him in distaste.

            “Come, I prepared a special stage for today,” said Alois.

            He led them to the sprawling lawn of his home. A large chessboard of stone pieces at least ten feet tall spread across the garden.

            “This is…” murmured Ciel.

            “An ancient battleground,” said Sebastian.

            “Listen, Ciel. How about this?” said Alois. “Our butlers will fight in our place.” He knew Ciel was looking for a duel. “Or, better yet, all our servants! The one who is able to dance until the end wins. The loser will have to obey any of the winner’s orders.” He spun and clapped. “Would you be happy with such a ball?”

            (Y/N) glanced at Sebastian. “It seems they were also planning a fight to the death.”

            Ciel smirked. “Well, I’d say that’s a ball that will suit us. Definitely better than dressing up in false costumes.”

            Alois smirked, and then the two nobles turned away from each other to address their servants. Ciel pulled his eyepatch off.

            “This is an order, Sebastian: win, and then bring Alois Trancy before me,” he declared. “I will finish him off myself.”

            Sebastian knelt and bowed. His eyes flashed fuchsia. “Yes, my Lord.”

            (Y/N) bowed. “Yes, my Lord.” They glanced at Sebastian. They were with him to the end.

            On Alois’s side, Claude kept his eyes on Sebastian and (Y/N). “Master, what is your order?”

            “Ah, right.” Alois smirked. “Make Ciel Phantomhive mine and make Sebastian Michaelis feel true agony. You can do it, can’t you, Claude?”

            Claude’s eyes turned fuchsia. “Yes, your Highness.” He would make Sebastian feel agony. He would take Ciel Phantomhive’s soul, and then he would take (Y/N) for his own.

            The servants took the stage. The triplets brandished several weapons. Hannah held several of her own, more hidden within her skirts. (Y/N) and Sebastian had their silver knives. Really, there would be no match. The Trancy servants were beaten already.

            Above them on a terrace, Ciel and Alois sat on couches set apart.

            “Well, then,” said Claude, preparing to attack.

            “F-F-Fantasique!” cried a dramatic voice, and everyone paused in confusion. “This is just like the battlegrounds where mythological heroes once crossed swords! If this is tonight’s stage, than I have never felt so honored to be invited to a ball!” Viscount Druitt, wearing a blue lobster hat on his head, nearly swooned as he gazed at the chess board.

            (Y/N)’s nose twitched. That man truly appeared at the most inopportune moments and in the strangest places.

            “Sir, what brings you here today?” said Claude politely.

            “Oh, I am most honored to have been invited to today’s ball,” said Druitt excitedly. “I am Alister Chamber, Viscount of Druitt.”

            “The costume ball took place last week,” informed Claude. “Today, we invited Earl Phantomhive for a private ball.”

            “What?!” cried Druitt, deflating. “What a faux pas, coming on the wrong day! I will go home then…But why didn’t anyone tell me? Society is so cruel to those with a criminal record…” He looked over his shoulder and gasped as he laid eyes on (Y/N).

            Not again, sighed (Y/N).

            “What a beautiful sigh! The shadows have formed into a stunning, elegant being right before my eyes!” Druitt sighed and spun as he waxed poetry at (Y/N). “Raven wings of night have blessed you with their beauty, and Heaven itself has blessed me with the sight of you!”

            I don’t think Heaven has anything to do with me, thought (Y/N) in amusement.

            “I am unworthy!” Druitt look a knee before them. “Oh, and knives! Danger wrapped in beauty, how exquisite! This ball exudes such a dangerous and suspicious scent!” With speed akin to a demon it seemed, Druitt ran up to the viewing terrace and sat on the couch between Alois and Ciel. “As a servant of the Goddess of Beauty, please, by all means, allow me to watch for future reference!”

            “Then, let us start again,” said Claude, turning towards Sebastian and (Y/N) once more with the rest of the servants.

            “The Danse Macabre,” said Sebastian with a smirk.

            “Only macabre for those who die,” remarked (Y/N). “I find myself entertained.”

            “Attack!” ordered Claude to the triplets. “Combo: Bloodstained Wash Bucket!”

            One triplet lunged with an axe, and (Y/N) parried it, allowing Sebastian to move forward. He blocked the crossbow bolt fired at the two, whirling and cutting the crossbow in half. (Y/N) pivoted and slashed through the spear and sword of the other two triplets.

            “Attack,” ordered Claude again. “Combo: From the Bloodstained Wash Bucket to the Three Way Mirror!”

            The triplets each grabbed spears as weapons. All three rushed in together. This time, Sebastian parried the attacks, and (Y/N) flipped overtop and kicked them away. The triplets’ eyes flashed fuchsia, and they turned, connecting their spears into a single, long instrument of death. They launched it at (Y/N). The cat demon smirked and caught hold of the spear, spinning it above their head with ease.

            (Y/N) smirked. “Well, thank you for lining up for me.”

            They threw the spear, and it pierced the triplets’ heads and pinned them to a chess piece. The triplets blinked in surprise, swaying by the head. Sebastian smirked and looked at (Y/N) approvingly, who grinned at the recognition.

            “Oh, my!” cried Druitt in awe. “What a deadly beauty! The lovely rose’s thorns reveal themselves!”

            Hannah threw two daggers at Sebastian and (Y/N). The cat demon sprung to the side with catlike agility, and Sebastian’s coat was cut.

            He tsked. “I will have to mend this.”

            “You don’t have to since you will soon be full of holes,” said Hannah, running towards him and (Y/N). After all her quiet submissiveness, it was refreshing to see the demoness actually exercise some power.

            “How about the maids have a battle while the butlers do?” remarked (Y/N) moving between Sebastian and Hannah. They glanced at him.

            “Why, that’s a fine idea,” said Sebastian, smirking. He turned towards Claude, and (Y/N) pivoted towards Hannah.

            The demoness fired two small pistols (pulled from who knows where) at (Y/N), and they flipped to the side, moving with the acrobatic ease being a cat demon allowed them. Out of bullet, Hannah pulled a machine gun from…yeah, (Y/N) wasn’t sure either. Hannah fired at (Y/N), and the cat demon dodged behind a chess piece. Hannah continued to pelt the statue with bullets, but (Y/N) ran up the side of the stone sculpture and leapt into the air. Before Hannah could react, (Y/N) threw down silver knives, pinning the demoness to the ground.

            While (Y/N) faced Hannah, Sebastian and Claude looked at one another. Claude raised an eyebrow at Sebastian’s torn coat, and Sebastian pulled out a needle and thread. Before they fought, he would make himself presentable. Once he finished, however, and faced Claude, a bell rang. At the same moment, (Y/N) landed on the ground to finish Hannah.

            The standing servants straightened at the ringing.

            “We stop here. It’s tea time,” said Claude with businesslike coldness as if all the other servants being defeated easily by (Y/N) and Sebastian wasn’t an issue.

            “Oh, is it that time already?” remarked Sebastian.

            “I have to prepare a snack for my Master,” said Claude. “Let us suspend the dance for a while.”

            “May we borrow your kitchen, then?” said Sebastian.

            “Of course,” said Claude.

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            The butlers stood behind tables and cooked for their masters while their fellow servants assisted them. The triplets, still impaled, carrying ingredients awkwardly to Claude. Hannah stood to the side, waiting for any orders from Claude. (Y/N) stood next to Sebastian, watching the Trancy servants warily. They didn’t trust them not to try anything. They were not as respectable as (Y/N) and Sebastian.

            Claude whisked the egg before him. His eyes traveled to (Y/N). He was so close to getting them and Ciel Phantomhive’s soul. Then, then Claude could do whatever he wanted with them. He’d have them to himself to turn into his little cat demon. They’d serve him exactly how he please…Claude couldn’t wait for the fight to continue, just so he could get his hands on (Y/N). He’d trap them in his webs and then finally feel their skin against his hands, so easy to break and make bleed if they were disobedient, but so easy to make blush if just—

            Dough splattered on his glasses as he stared, and his fantasy was disrupted.

            “Oh, I am sorry,” said Sebastian. His gaze was dark even if his smile was pleasant. “I was slightly bothered by the way you were staring at my colleague.” He knew precisely what Claude had been imagining, and he wanted to gauge the spider’s eyes out for looking at (Y/N) that way.

            “You’d think a butler would be more respectable,” said (Y/N), scoffing in distaste. “Then again, he is just a spider.”

            Their words were light and witty, but they didn’t like Claude’s stare. It was predatory, and (Y/N) could remember bits of their human life where similar stares sent shivers down their spine. Now, they had power to defend themself if needed. Still, that didn’t mean the stare was any less disturbingly lecherous.

            Claude’s eyes narrowed, and he flicked dough at Sebastian, who leaned back to dodge. The demonic butlers flung yolk and dough at each other. When the bowls were empty, the butlers glared at one another before looking behind at the statues of yolk and dough constructed by the food fight.

            A statue of a Valkyrie leaning towards Claude with a spear and expression of a woman ready to kill stood on his side. Behind Sebastian and (Y/N), there was a statue of a person trapped by a ravenous snake. The figure was reminiscent of (Y/N), to the distaste and anger of Sebastian and the disturb and irritating of (Y/N).

            Claude’s eyes were glued on (Y/N) as his long tongue licked the dough from his glasses. Sebastian returned the taunt by pressing cherries into the snake’s eyes, gauging them out.

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            “Today’s sweet is Puits d’Amour—a puff pastry filled with crème pâtisserie and raspberry jam,” said Claude. “As for the tea, I prepared Mariage Freres’s Eros.”

            Alois and Ciel sat on opposite sides of a long table, Druitt in the middle, and were served the dishes their butlers had finally finished. Alois opened his mouth, and Claude placed a piece in his mouth.

            “E-E-Excellent!” cried Druitt as he tasted the pastry. “This Puits d’Amour…The silk-like ensemble played out by the rich cream and sour raspberry is like the Silk Road of taste! You feel thirsty; you want to eat more and more! My palate feels like the Taklamakan Desert! Are you perhaps the Marco Polo of taste?!”

            Sebastian set his own dish before Ciel. “Foret Noire—a chocolate sponge cake centered with cherries in syrup, garnished with white cream. The tea is Keemun of the finest quality, which I ordered directly from the Qing province of Anhui.”

            “T-T-Tres bien!” Druitt had tears in his eyes as he tasted the cake. “This Foret Noire…The chocolate’s rich aroma brings out the scent of the cherries! This sweetness and delicate flavor are like surging waves after a round trip! It’s like the Age of Discovery of taste! It’s so delicious it makes my head spin more and more! My palate feels like the Ptolemaic Theory! Are you perhaps the Vasco de Gama of taste?!”

            Druitt held his head as he gazed at the two pastries. “It’s so hard to choose a winner! I’m…I’m…I’m so moved I will go and pick some flowers!”

            “The bathroom is that way,” gestured Claude, reading into Druitt easily.

            Druitt flounced away from the table, twirling and skipping. The demons and nobles were left on their own as the sun hung lower in the sky, sending scarlet light dancing across the chessboard. Ciel and Alois finished their tea and took their seats on the terrace above once more.

            “Well, then,” said Claude. “Let us resume our ball.”

            Sebastian and (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. The fight was about to continue.

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gardening ; 18+

requested by ; nobody (rewrite of my first ever f x f smut piece)

word count ; 1891

content ; scissoring, groping, clothed sex, semi public sex

fandom ; black butler

pairing ; hannah annafellows x female reader

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You weren't entirely sure why the lord of the house had even hired you — heaven knows that the rest of his staff were more than capable of tending to the grounds — but you weren't about to pass on such an amazing pay. Hell, any woman worth her salt would happily keep to herself and take a bit of animosity from her colleagues if it meant earning that hefty 16 shillings a week — and, if you said so yourself, you were most certainly worth your salt.

So you mostly kept to yourself during your shifts. Sure it could get lonely at times, but you didn't much mind the peace and quiet of the gardens and the labour kept your mind and hands busy enough that you rarely had the time to consider your relationship with your colleagues. But rarely didn't mean never and there were moments where you couldn't help but wince or feel a slight sting whenever one of your coworkers would scoff or glare or outright ignore you when you tried to make conversation.

The butler, Mr Faustus, was the worst. Constantly looking down on you and never having a good word to say about you or your work — yet always there to jump on you with judgement a plenty if you made even the slightest mistake. A single leaf out of place could land you the scolding of a lifetime and you dreaded to think what would happen if you shaped an entire bush incorrectly.

The triplets (whose names you still hadn't quite managed to learn) were also pretty bad, but not quite to the butler's level. They were gossips, sure, and they would always take the chance to mock you but they were never outright malicious. And, besides, the trio were at least somewhat willing to lend you a hand if you asked — so long as you were willing to take the hazing that came with it.

Earl Trancy, the lord of the house, wasn't outright malicious towards you but he did have a distinctly mean streak to him that you couldn't help but fear. You'd heard whispers of what he'd done to your fellow servants and you were terrified of wronging him, but at the very least he seemed to be quite fond of you. Always making sure to spend some time with you during the day — which unfortunately meant that you were behind schedule and due a lecture from your superior. Naïve but well intentioned would perhaps be a better descriptor for him.

Though, thankfully, through all of the chaos and loneliness there was always someone who was at least somewhat in your corner: Hannah, the maid. A beautiful young woman with kind eyes that you could get lost in for hours — who you often found yourself thinking about as you worked. The only one who would step in to make sure you were okay if you were injured or who would bring you some food from the manor if you'd forgotten to bring your own.

God, you could think about her all day: the soft curve of her lips when she smiled; the way she covered her mouth when she laughed at a particularly corny joke you'd made; the way her gaze would soften and her eyes would gleam with something you couldn't quite recognise whenever she came to check on you throughout the day. She was perfect, an angel amongst men.

Now if only you could muster up the courage to say something other than absolute stammering nonsense in front of her...

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The novelty of a warm summer had worn off and the high temperatures and lack of cool breeze was starting to become a major pain in the ass. You were constantly having to stop to have sips of water, which meant that your work wasn't getting completed fast enough, and the sun was at just the right angle to make in nearly impossible to see what you were doing. At this point you were basically flying by the seat of your trousers and hoping, praying, that you'd managed to trim this tree into something at least somewhat presentable.

All you could do was blindly cut away at the tree and try not to cut off anything resembling an animal... or your hand. But, as it happened, luck really wasn't on your side as a blind slash followed by a misplaced foot had you losing your grasp on the sheers and slicing clean through your palm.

'Oh for fuck's sake!' You exclaimed, dropping the tool to the floor and trying desperately to cover the injury and stop more blood from seeping out. 'Just my goddamn luck, shit...'

You started looking around for something to use as a makeshift bandage only to be startled by a soft hand grasping at yours.

'You've gotten into quite a bit of trouble, it seems,' Hannah joked, taking your injured hand in her own and inspecting it, 'at least it's only a flesh wound. You're lucky, it could have been a lot worse,'

'Yeah?' You just barely managed to spit out, skin heating with embarrassment when she looked at you quizzically with her good eye.

'Yeah,' she laughed and you couldn't help but smile at the sound, 'it absolutely could have been worse. You could have amputated yourself,'

'Oh, yeah, that definitely wouldn't have been good,' you stammered out, the pitch of your voice increasing half an octave from nerves.

God you could have kicked yourself, but at least she seemed to be endeared by your antics.

'The opposite of good, even,' she retorted with a playful smile, continuing to carefully wrap your wound before skilfully slicing the bandage and returning the fabric spool to the pocket of her apron, 'how do you feel?'

'Gay,' you stammered, immediately backtracking, 'Great! Great, I mean great. I'm not in too much pain, thank you,'

'So you're not gay?' She laughed into her fist, tilting her head at you, 'That's a pity, I was quite hoping you were.'

That made you balk, mouth falling open and the question escaping you before your mind had even a moment to stop it.

'You were?'

'Of course, why do you think I spend so much time out here?'

And now she'd mentioned it, you became acutely aware of how often the two of you spent time together... and how obvious it was that she'd been flirting with you. Sometimes you really could be quite dense, it seemed. Though, thankfully, it seemed that Hannah was more than willing to make up for lost time.

'I can't believe I never noticed...'

'Welcome to my world,' she joked again, pausing as she looked around before returning her gaze to you and making an offer that you were in no position to refuse, 'but since we have a moment free, why don't we take a break?'

For once actually picking up on her intentions, you grinned and gestured over to an out-of-the-way gazebo that was perfectly shaded (courtesy of yourself, of course).

'Nobody goes all the way out there unless there's been an accident,'

'Perfect,'

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The moment the two of you were in the small structure, you made quick work of kicking off your shoes and pulling down your work pants and underwear — working alongside Hannah as she pulled up her skirts and removed her stockings and undergarments. Only bothering with removing the necessities before the two of you moved into a much more comfortable position, making small adjustments until you found what worked best for you both.

Then, after taking a short while to make sure you were both still okay with what was about to happen, you started to move. Initially you were slow, cautiously sliding your wet pussy along her smooth thigh as she did the same, testing the waters as you adjusted to the feeling of your clit being stimulated. Though as time went on you started to pick up the pace, grinding and bucking against each other in fast, shallow movements that had the both of you gasping and moaning.

Moaning and gasping and trembling until she pulled you down into a wet, messy kiss — swallowing every sound you made eagerly as she reached across to start playing with your breasts through your thin shirt and chemise. Then, in response, you started to grope and you with her large chest through the bodice of her dress, moaning when you felt her nipples harden under your palms. Still moving in that clumsy but effective rhythm yet unable to stop yourself from arching and trembling and faltering as the combination of her fingers playing with her nipples and her thigh driving up against your pussy started to work you towards your inevitable end.

Wave after wave of white hot pleasure wracked through your body, radiating outwards from your sensitive clit and leaving trails of gooseflesh and heating skin in its wake. Your mind was becoming foggier, your thoughts less coherent, only able to focus on the sound of her whimpering and moaning into your mouth and the feeling of her hands and her thigh and her lips on you. Your pussy was gushing and covering her in your slick as your own thigh became more and more covered in her juices — a wetness that lubricated your actions further and contributed to the utterly pornographically wet and lewd sounds that you were making.

You were just thankful that you were able to find an isolated area of the estate — but even that quiet thought quickly faded away. Replaced by the tidal wave of pleasure that flooded your brain as you were sent hopelessly tumbling over the edge of release.

It was overwhelming, to say the very least: your heart was pounding madly in your chest, pulse spiking to a point matched only by the wings of insects and complimented by the ache of your lungs as they cried out for air; your cunt was throbbing and fluttering as it soaked Hannah's thigh with your release, your own pace faltering and becoming jerky as your body twitched and arched and stumbled through your climax; your mind was only able to comprehend her, all of your senses simultaneously dulled and on fire, as you focused in on the feeling and the sound and the taste of her. Sweet like nectar against your lips as she continued to buck and grind against you, moaning and gasping and panting as she, too, eventually reached her high.

But the only thing of her climax that you could register beyond the feeling of her sweet pussy covering your thigh in her cum, was the way she whimpered your name against your lips. A hedonistic prayer as she clung tightly to you, her calm demeanour gone as she continued to madly grind and buck and scissor against you — somehow able to maintain her composure as she overstimulated you both.

Not that you could find it in yourself to care about anything beyond your pleasure and beyond her. You were too far gone for that; only able to press your chest tightly against hers as you wept and sobbed and moaned her name as she continued to cuss in a language that had been dead for centuries.

The only words registering in your lust-addled mind being the two she kept repeating over and over again like a mantra.

'Meus es, meus es, meus es...'

[demonic-charcuterie]

Y’all have have 10 different drafts and I’m sick so you get to pick from a few

1. Claude eating out reader as she learns how to knit

2. Daki reader x trancy triplets

3. Frankensteins monster Hannah x reader

4. Claude Faustus x Rapunzel reader pt 2

5. Sub doctor stone

Ps for any of the the spicy ones it would be my first time writing smut

[demonic-charcuterie]

Trancy triplets x daki! Little sister (but she is nicer to them,this can be considered a part two this post: https://www.tumblr.com/griffin-flyshigh/727415436597231616/the-trancy-triples-as-older-brothers-with-a-human)

You were a were a human when you first met your brothers. You were the missing piece and you could tell from the first moment your eyes met. By then you were 17 and they must have been a few hundred years old. You met in your cousin Alois’s manor. He’s long dead now.

You rang away together into a large house in the woods. It had all you needed. You had a back yard with a large cherry blossom tree that you to three would play chess and Timber would carry you back inside on his back when you fell asleep and started drooling on the picnic blanket. They admit you were a bit spoiled. Centuries of having three demon older brothers giving you everything you ever asked for. You wanted to live in peace in the woods. You blinked and they build you a whole manor. But you deserved it, you were their baby sister. And you treated them so well, you hummed to them as you stroked their heads while she laid on your chest or in the bed with you. “I love you brothers.” You’d whisper before you would drift of to sleep. You didn’t like working for other peoples souls so they’d share theirs with you. You giggled as they tore that persons soul and they screamed and they hand fed it to you.

That cherry blossom tree was burning now. And a tall man stood over with bloody gloves was your headless body held your head in its lap and tears streamed down from your eyes. Your brothers were out and you weren’t taught as a demon like they were. They’re were holes in the walls and your pink kimono was falling off of your shoulders.

“Barely put up a fight…” a smooth silky voice said, “are you sure you’re a demon?” The man said as bright green eyes stared back at you. “Your soul should have died over a century ago.”

“Don’t give me that crap! I’m stronger than you!” You growled “So what makes you think that I’m not a demon?!”

“Sorry but you can’t be a real demon…” they said in a snarky tone.

“I’ll have you know THAT I AM A UPPER RANK DEMON!” You wailed.

“Then why are you holding your severed head d in your hands right now?” The green eyed man said pointing at you.

“Just because my heads off doesn’t mean I’ve lost yet! IM AN UPPERANK DEMON!” You screamed from your head as your body cradled your head in its lap as if trying to comfort you.

“I think it’s clear you’ve lost, in fact this wasn’t even a battle.”

“I’m just to powerful for you to comprehend!!!!” You barked at him. This was so embarrassing, what would your brothers think? When ever they’re home and an intruder comes their blood is served to you in a wine glass. “I may be weak right now, but I’m going to get even stronger!”

The green eyed man pulled out a book and placed on his glasses. “Don’t recall asking darling.”

Your fist clenched so tight that your nail dug into your palms. A lump formed into your throat when tears started pouring out of your eyes and your whimpered loudly. Suddenly…you screamed. A high pitched shriek loud enough to break glass.

(Elsewhere)

The boys froze right as they went to grab the new chessboard you asked for because last time you broke it out of a fit of rage from loosing for the 4th time. “Little sister.” Canterbury said softly as his eyes flashed pink. He grabbed the box with the chessboard then him and your other two brother bolted as fast as their legs would take you.

(Back home)

“I AM A REAL DEMON I AM! I EVEN GOT THE BLACK NAILS AND PINK EYES TO PROVE IT!” You wailed as your body slammed its fist on the floor causing the wood to splinter.

“Why are you still talking? Your life record should have started playing…”

“Die! DIE! Oh you can just die!” You screamed. “H-he cut my head off! He cut my head off! Help me…BROTHERS!!!” You begged.

Stood as if from know where your brothers stood infront of you. Timber sighed and clicked his tongue when he saw your current state.

Canterbury snd Thompson both had s blatant look of rage in their eyes. The green eyed man quickly swung his sword going for Timbers head when Timber put out his pinkie finger stopping the sword with the tip of this finger, the green eyed man when flying but but then quickly pulled himself up.

“Woowww, you survived that? I was aiming to kill. What wonderful reflexes.” Timber said blankly. He turned back to you as he head your head over your stump of a neck. Canterbury kneels down and smiled kindly. “Come now little sister. There’s no use crying about it.”

“Can’t you even manage to reattach your own head?” Thompson asked lovingly as he took your head from Timber and reattached it. “Well you haven’t always been the sharpest tool in the shed have you?” He said stroking your hair. “And oh is that a burn on your face? You need to learn to take better care of this face you know! God gifted you such a beautiful one.”

“Demons! I’ll dispose all of you if I must!” The green eyed man yelled. The boys all stood and turned to him with pure look of rage.

You whimper in the back as your ran your finger over the healing line your your neck was cut.

“You attacked our sister…unprovoked?” Timber asked barely above a whisper.

“Brother wait! He wasn’t the only harassing me! There were other green eyed man to!”

“Reapers my darling sister. Grim reapers here to collect your soul that should have burned years ago.” Canterbury said kindly to you.

“Please big brothers, kill the ones who burned me to! Kill them!, I’ve been working away over here and even though I’ve given it my all they still won’t die! I-I feel like I’ve tried everything but even then they just kept getting back up again and picking on me!” You said as your wiped tears. “They just kept bullying me and I just can’t take it anymore!”

By now three other reapers showed up and we’re all holding death scythes. “Ahh I think I understand now…” Thompson said. “Our poor little sister who was only turned a few 100 years ago was trying her very best with what little skill she had and you bullied her, that is absolutely unacceptable!”

“We’ll have to rib out all the spinal cords off those who laid a hand on her.” Timber said before pulling off his gloves and raising his fist. He glanced down at you and held out his hand right as one of the reaper started his…lawnmower? He bend down and pulled the kimono correctly onto your shoulder before turning back to them. “Now we go.”

“You’re dead!” One red head reaper said lunging towards your brothers and you pinched your eyes shut. Not even a second you felt a tapping on your shoulder and jumped. “Sister? Why are your eyes shut? Are you scared?” You gasped as your opened your eyes and saw the house in perfect condition. The lanterns where on casting a beautiful glow into their kind faces. You looked around. There was no blood, no broken wood. You slowly stood and shook your head. “B-but how? Where did-”

“Shush.” Canterbury said as he picked you up bridal style. “But brother what did you-“ you gasped when yo guy felt his hand pulled you closer to his chest. “In the morning. Perfect little sister.”

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