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emmy-renee · 2 years

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could you do a sebastian, grell, and undertaker (separated) x reader about reader being their apprentice? and just them being in a relationship headcanons? have a good afternoon!

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅!

𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑩𝒖𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒓 † 𝑲𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒋𝒊 ✧𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈✧

𝑺𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒏♱𝑴𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒔

✑ Your day often starts around 6:50 in the morning, usually taking Sebastian a while to wake you up; it usually begins with him just yanking open the curtains before heading to the bed, whispering in your ear telling you that it's time to wake up while gently shaking your figure. If that doesn't work out, he certainly won't object to starting making a trail of kisses and gentle nips to your flesh, starting from your cheek, down your neck, and finally across your bare shoulder. It always seems to do the trick, and the sight of you gently shifting around and opening your gorgeous eyes with a tiny smile will always be one of his favorite things to see in his entire life; his heart plummets when you greet him in a soft and drowsy voice:

“Good morning, love.”

✑ Honestly, those little moments make Sebastian's day, and he wouldn't trade it for anything else. After a few lip kisses and sweet nothings, you finally trudge out of bed and get dressed for the day with help from your demon lover if you're lucky.

✑ From there Sebastian usually serves Ciel his breakfast, and you start your chores, from sweeping and scrubbing the floors, dusting the shelves in the library, to helping Sebastian prepare dinner for Ciel and the rest of the Phantomhive Staff.

✑ During those 'cooking dates', Sebastian often gives you tips and tricks about making the perfect tea, spices for just the right soup, or the secret to baking a scrumptious souffle. Speaking of which, he also takes this opportunity to have a little dance with you for a short while as the food cooks. With one hand, he holds your waist, and with the other holds one of your gloved hands with his own. A phonograph would often be playing in the background as you two waltzed for what seemed like an eternity as Sebastian would often give you a smile-a genuine one, the ones he likes to give when you two are alone.

✑ Running for errands is a weekly chore you and Sebastian do with each other. The demon never misses the opportunity to give you advice when choosing the ripest fruits, best shop for cleaning products, and where the best tea leaves are sold.

✑ When in public, the demon isn't big about PDA; however, he does like to display a few signs to everyone proving you're his. It goes from small kisses on the back of your hand, an arm snaked around your waist, linked arms, and even a bit of flirting.

✑ You're usually the one to finish your shift first, seeing as how Sebastian is often held up by Ciel, seeing as how the boy is practically impaired without the demon. So most of the time, once his young master is in bed, Sebastian is frequently greeted by the sight of you reading a book under the sheets of your shared bed, dressed in your usual nightwear, or the extra wardrobe opening up with the cats littering the floor and you amid it all. Regularly he joins you when you're reading, putting his chin on your shoulder, asking about the piece of literature, or takes a seat next to you and basks in the presence of the small creatures.

✑ As the day finally comes to an end, you regularly lay atop Sebastian's chest, playing with your locks of hair as you fall asleep to the rising and lowering of his chest. The demon surveys the snoozing figure, admiring the delicate features you hold as he gives your forehead a soft kiss before telling you 'Good Night, Kitten'--possibly falling asleep as well.

If you're lucky, that is.

𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒍✂𝑺𝒖𝒕𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒇

✑ The two of you start the day a bit late, to say the least. You had suggested the idea of hiring a knocker-up so the two of you could get to work on time. The idea didn't go well, however, since the first time it was tried, Grell threatened the guy that she would kill him right there right now on the spot.

✑ Therefore, the day starts late with you debating if you should let your Grell sleep in, or wake her up so William won't yell at the two of you again. After choosing the second option, you shake telling her to wake up- not to hard or not too loud, because Grell would whine and pout all day; enough to give William a permanent migraine.

"Five more minutes, darling! I need my beauty sleep!"

✑ Eventually, the reaper finally gets up with much reluctance. Due to the little time you both have only being able to get dressed and rush out the door, that means helping Grell with her makeup whether it be just be simple or extravagant. Either way, William always seems to burst in to see you and Grell in the middle of the latest gossip while you put on her lashes.

✑ Did he think about the consequences once he paired you with the red-haired reaper? Nope. It never had once crossed his mind that he would create such a disastrous pair, let alone couple. Since your first day working with Sutcliff, William didn't bother to notice the little looks you two gave each other when he passed by you two, the inside jokes and small giggles-- so of course he would be taken back when he saw the two of you exchange a small kiss before heading off to reap more souls.

✑ William did actually once try to pair you with someone else, but he could not deal with Grell's constant whining. In short, that idea lasted two days before pairing you with the reaper once again.

✑ In terms of teaching in the workplace, she never fails to give you her routes to take when reaping; give her an address and she'll give you the quickest way to get there. Makeup tips are an absolute must if you're talking about Grell here. She'll teach you the best ways to wash or style your hair depending on the color and type, the best poses for a picture, or even the best places to shop at for clothes or accessories.

✑ If the two of you have to work overtime, Grell wouldn't be one to object working dates. It consists of the two of you walking to a nice little restaurant or cafe to pick up a nice quaint dinner; not to big, not to small, but elegant enough for the fabulous Grell Sutcliff. However, if the both of you do decide to take a detour to your next post, there will be a high chance Grell would just suggest to do overtime next time.

✑ Once the day is done, the two of you walk home together with your reaper lover 99.9% of the time telling you about an on-going rumor among the office and her thoughts about it. Grell takes time to ask you about your day and yourself; she wants to be the best lover she could, and wants you to take good care of yourself (with her help of course).

✑ Nightwear doesn't enter the picture anymore considering the two of you make a beeline for the bedroom and fall face-down on the mattress. It wouldn't be until the middle of the night she would reach her arms over to your side of the bed continuing to pull you close to her like a teddy bear, because if not the queen of the reapers wouldn't get a good night's sleep.

And nobody wants to deal with a moody Grell.

🦴𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒓☠

✑ Undertaker will always be awake before you. He won't make such a big deal of it, instead let you get your beauty sleep and admire your features. The Undertaker will not hesitate to tenderly trace over your cheek making sure that you are still there physically and not just a figment of his imagination; how on Earth did he manage to receive someone as ethereal as you?

✑ Once he notices the slight twitch of your nose and the flutter of your eyes, a grin starts creeping on his face, excited that his favorite person is going to spend the day with him once again.

"Morning, Dearie."

✑ Jokes and kisses are exchanged not too long after, and thus the day begins. A typical day consists of classical music playing in the background as the two of you attend to your clients. The atmosphere is normally quiet with an occasional ring of a bell, other than that, it's not a big deal.

✑ All that's really needed from the two of you are one another's presence. Soft side glances are often exchanged in the middle of your work; it's only momentarily but it's the acknowledgement that counts.

✑ Undertaker was the one who originally taught you to how to pamper the clients, so therefor he would know what you're doing wrong. However after spending so much time with the mortician, you'd know if you were doing something wrong.

✑ Nevertheless, the Undertaker always tries to find something wrong with your work; it's not to be a jerk or anything, the mortician just likes the feeling of his hands on top of yours."

"It's like this Dear, alright?"

✑ Of course if he feels as if it's too quiet, Undertaker will crack some jokes and any stories with previous clients. It makes this man's day to see you smile, it makes his week to see you laugh. Even if it's unintentional or purposely, it does make you feel special when you're the one who makes Undertaker laugh, giggle, or chuckle.

✑ The the sun starts to fall, that's when the work gets finished up and you two close shop for the day, you both enjoy some biscuits with a good cup of tea. The two of you joke around some more for a bit, before completely winding down for the evening.

Either way, the two of you will always have tomorrow.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ © 𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐲-𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐞.𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫.𝐜𝐨𝐦

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pop-roxs · 1 year

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omgg late valentines grelle x reader fic!! :3

this is like my second ever attempt at fic writing and my first time posting my work so please be easy on me 🙏

(this fic is now on ao3! check the rbs if youd like to check it out)

category: hurt/comfort

ship: grelle x reader

word count: 1,206(i wrote more than i thought oh my god)

reader is gn!!!

Valentine's day is a day for couples to express their love for each other through chocolates and cards. It's a day for crushes to be confessed, and for friends to be cared for. This seems like the perfect holiday for Grelle. But she would say the opposite. Especially now.

It had been a long day at the dispatch, and frankly she was tired of seeing all the healthy and happy couples prance about the halls hand-in-hand. Upon arriving home, she threw off her coat and opened a bottle of wine, finishing about half of it in one go. She could cry if she cared. She just wanted the day to end.

William had been insistant on giving her as much overtime as possible. She would've enjoyed it, if it weren't sitting at her desk in her office, filing paperwork for what seemed to be an endless amount of hours.

It was almost midnight now, as she glumly walked over to her couch to sit down. She was exhausted, staring into nothing as her mind drew blanks. She hadn't even gotten chocolate. Not a single card. Not from friends, and she definitely didn't have any secret admirers. Why would she? Nobody at dispatch actually liked her anyways.

And so she sat there. For about a few minutes, until she heard very incessant knocking at her front door. She grumbled and ignored it. But then by the third round they were practically banging at her door, to which she finally decided to answer whoever wanted to visit her.

"...Y/N?" She stared at you, baffled, wondering why the hell you would be here. "Why are you here? Especially at this hour?..."

You tried to give her an answer, but you were panting so hard, your hands at your knees, trying desperately to catch your breath. "I'm sorry, Grelle, just... Give me a moment..."

She nervously stared at you as your breathing slowly calmed down, and this gave her a good minute or two to inspect your appearance. You were still in your uniform, but you were very much not dressed in a way you could present yourself. Your hair wasn't combed, and your laces were almost completely untied. It's almost as if you ran all the way to her apartment.

Once you finally managed to (mostly) calm down, you looked up at her, speaking in an urgent tone. "Grelle, I'm so sorry, I know I haven't seen you all day. I kinda skipped out on work today. Again, I'm sorry."

"Darling, just tell me why you're here. It's almost midnight. You should be asleep."

"And so should you." Grelle stopped talking after you said that. She let you continue. "I was gone all day because I..." You were afraid to say what you were going to say next.

"I was... Shopping. Looking for the right gift. For you." You looked away and held out a box of chocolates shaped in a heart, with a spider lily and letter taped to it. Grelle gasped quietly upon seeing it, staring at you for a minute. She gently took the box from your hands.

"Y/N, dear... Why did you get me this?" She looked up at you, biting her lip. She was afraid you were teasing her. Why in the ever living hell would you get her chocolates, anyways? And go out of your way to give them to her?

"Because."

"...That's it? Just 'because'?"

"Ok, well, I guess it's deeper than that." You stood up straight, fidgeting with your nails. A blush crept onto your cheeks.

"Well then? I'm waiting." Grelle stood leaning on one leg, her hand on her hip, the other holding the chocolates you gave her. She looked at you expectantly, one eyebrow raised.

Your eyes darted around nervously. Her apartment, the floor, the door, the hallway, anywhere but her face. "I... Well, it's not that important, really. I can tell you some other time. It is rather la-"

"Tell me."

When Grelle spoke to you with that stern tone, you shut up and finally looked into her eyes. You stalled for an incredible amount of time. The longer you waited, the more impatient Grelle became.

"Well, if you're not gonna say, I'll just go to bed." She started to close the door, and you panicked.

"W-Wait! I'll tell you." She stopped closing it, giving you one last chance to explain yourself. She kept her hand on the doorknob.

You closed your eyes as you braced yourself for what you were about to confess to her. "I like you."

Grelle's stern expression softened slowly after you said that. She looked at you in disbelief. No, this wasn't true. You were messing with her.

"Is this some kind of joke?"

When she said that, you immediately opened your eyes to return her gaze. You could tell that her eyes were beginning to water, but she was trying to hold it back. That look hurt.

"What? No! No, I'm not. I wouldn't joke about something like that, Grelle." You looked at her sympathetically.

She stared at you in thought. Her cheeks began to burn with a red color. She kept staring at you for what almost felt like forever. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'm sure."

Grelle couldn't hold it in anymore, as a few tears streamed down her cheeks. She looked at you silently, biting her lip, her eyebrows upturned. You immediately began to worry when she started crying, fiddling with your hands, not know what to do.

"Oh my god, Grelle, I'm so sorry! Are you ok? Did I say something wrong?"

She then quickly started to wipe her tears away. "Goodness, dear, I didn't mean to cry in front of you... This just isn't really believable right now."

"What do you mean by that?" Your heart ached further with her statement.

It was now Grelle's turn to worry, because when she saw your painful expression, she began to feel guilty. "Well... Nobody likes me. Nobody's ever liked me. You know how people treat me at dispatch. I just thought... I wouldn't guess that someone as pretty as you would bother with a woman like me."

"Grelle..." You took a few steps forwards, before wrapping your arms around her, resting your forehead on hers. "Please, believe me when i say this. I love you. I don't just have a small crush on you, or just think you're cute --although that is still true-- I genuinely love you. I don't think i could ever get over that without telling you."

Grelle continued to cry, as she returned your hug, still holding the chocolates. "Darling.. You will never understand how much this means to me. I've been pining on you for so long, I never expressed it since I never knew someone was capable of loving me."

"Please, never believe that lie again." You moved to press a sweet kiss to her cheek, silencing her worries. She looked at you, and her eyes were so full of emotion, sincere and unadulterated affection.

"Come inside, I have some wine we can drink. I would love to share these chocolates with you.♡" Grelle loosened her embrace as she led you into her apartment, to which she spent her best Valentine's night with you.

bro i wrote this at like 2/4am tf

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officialundertakersmoocher · 4 days

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can u do the “being ____’s lover” thing but with grelle pls? sfw and nsfw too. have a nice day/night!!

Being Grelle's Lover may Include...

i feel like it's pretty obvious that Grelle is bisexual and doesn't really care about your gender

as long as you like her she loves you ❤️

Grelle is super hyper all of the time so she will constantly be overjoyed just to be in your presence

she would also be a big fan of playing dress up with you and trying her best to fashion you in all different shades of red

girly activities would be her favorite. you will be having tea with her and playing dress up because you love her!

grelle is always showering you with attention and love and if you can't handle it, bye bye baby!

she would be the type of girlfriend to feed you dessert off of a spoon and if you found this embarrassing, she would continue to be even more dramatic about it to tease you :)

she would love cutesy displays of affection such as swinging your hands as you walk or spinning each other in a make-shift dance

you probably won't be able to escape the inevitable moment where grelle brings you to her office and the teasing ensues

(grelle loves to talk about you to her coworkers)

she would find ways to see you almost every day as long as her work permits it

you could be minding your business and poof! here she is!

she's definitely an eccentric, and i can imagine that she would love to take on many hobbies (even if she doesn't keep them up for long)

she would also love to learn about your hobbies and even try them out (maybe fail a little- but of course you could comfort her your all your might-)

she would really love if you were to plan cute dates for the both of you to enjoy- especially something romantic like a coffee shop or book store!

grelle is also the type of girlfriend to start a small argument with you for the soul purpose off gaining your attention and so that you can both cuddle afterwards

Nsfw

i can imagine that grelle loves the chase

she would be overjoyed if you send her some steamy pictures while she was at work

she would really love make out sessions and the sensual touching that comes before sex

she's a woman, of course, and loves to take it slow

that doesn't mean, though, that she wouldn't be into anything kinky, in fact it's the exact opposite

she loves roleplay and fake scenarios

it would be her dream if you would indulge her and let her play out this kink

she also would love bondage, and she wouldn't care which end receives it

she also would love to experiment with toys and such

she definitely is a crazy girl in the bedroom, and would love to try out anything new

if you really do not want to indulge in any kinky activities, she wouldn't push it but she might make some lighthearted jokes about you being the the more vanilla one 🤍

Grelle is the type to immediately fall asleep after sex, but she would love to cuddle

she also doesn't mind doing casual sexual activities and she loves make out sessions

she could easily get bored of doing the same things in the bedroom, though, but she wouldn't keep it to herself and doesn't mind having healthy conversations about boundaries and what you both want

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noob-with-a-shitty-computer · 9 months

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Secret Romantic (Grell Sutcliff x gn!artist!Reader)

A/N: I’m still pretty new to black butler but this woman has been living in my head rent-free for the past few weeks, which fortunately has given me a bit of inspiration to write a fic :> hope u like it and i hope it isn’t too ooc.

Summary: You were not really known to be a hopeless romantic, unlike your flamboyant companion. However, she wasn’t expecting to see a different side of you on the night you dropped your sketchbook nearby…

In the midst of another work-filled night, you quickly flipped through the to-die list one last time. “I think that’s about everyone tonight.” You let out a sigh of relief in unison with the red reaper in front of you, “What a night. I’m so glad that Phantomhive got this case closed rather quickly.” A bit of awkward silence passed until you heard a few quiet giggles, which made you turn to your friend who’s green irises were swinging left and right to each picture she had in her hands.

“Grell, are you listening?!” You raised your voice enough for her to let out a yelp as if she was a frightened puppy. “‘Bassy’ caught your eye again?” You scoff. “Come on, can you blame me? He was ever so graceful, how could I not take a photo or fourty~? Especially when he was wearing that ridiculously handsome suit~!” She dreamily sighs and you do nothing but roll your eyes. You never liked demons, always thought they were a hassle to deal with. It didn’t make it any better that a certain demon butler just so happened to steal the doting heart of the woman who stole yours.

“Well, I’ll head off now so you can have your little fun, I suppose. See you at work, my lady.” You greeted nonchalantly as you quickly jumped out of the scene using your reaper agility. Before Grell could glue her eyes back to the photos, she heard a thud nearby, finding a familiar book on the stone ground. It was the sketchbook you always brought around during work to draw on whenever you had a bit of time on your hands. She remembered the times you refused to show her your artworks, hiding the pages against your chest as a faint but cute blush creeped onto your cheeks.

It seemed that curiosity killed the cat (much to Sebastian’s dismay) as Grell approached the sketchbook with a smirk, letting go of her precious photos for the time being…

“Let’s see what you’ve been hiding from me, darling.” She mutters to herself as she slowly flips through the sketchbook, admiring every image. There’s a sketch of the town you recently visited in the view from a tall building, doodles of a couple of dresses you saw from a store window, and other random things. You were quite talented, she thought, curious if you happened to have a doodle of dear Bassy as well~ It only took a couple minutes until she flipped through a page that caught her off guard.

Several doodles of the red reaper herself were presented to her, some smiling, some frowning, some drawings ended down to her head or bust and there were a couple of full body drawings as well. She flipped through more pages and found herself again. There was one drawing where she was wearing a beautiful dress and another where she and you dancing together, she was wearing the same dress while you wore your own outfit with a similar design. It was like an illustration from a fairytale book, the you in the sketch revealed a big smile that your colleagues don’t often see on you in real life.

The next page had sketches of her in other fancy outfits, the page after that had sketches of her doing her signature pose, the page after that was a drawing of you and her, hand in hand and looking at each other fondly while the moonlight illuminated your figures. She didn’t realize you were so observant over her. It was a bit unsettling, but it also felt endearing to her that you put in so much effort into capturing her beauty on paper. Her mind was filled with different thoughts, the memories of you and her training, laughing, smiling and spending time together all those years ago up till now. She couldn’t deny that it made her heart flutter.

Meanwhile, you were panicking in your room trying to find that lost sketchbook, worried that Grell had caught it first. You dejectedly rushed to your door only to find said reaper in front of your doorstep, causing you to stumble backwards. “Gah! G-Grell, what are y-you doing here..?” Your heart was pounding as you looked over to her hand which was holding very thing you were looking for over the past several minutes. Grell chuckled a bit as she handed it back to you. “Darling, I never thought you felt this way about me~” She stepped closer with a smile.

“I-I’m sorry, I can explain-“ “No, I’m sorry for pulling on your heartstrings like that, my dear.” Grell’s eyes softened as she apologized. “The drawings are gorgeous as well. I didn’t know you were such a romantic~!” She smirked and you huff your cheeks, “I guess you just rubbed off on me, my lady.”

“No worries, it’s cute.” Her smile grew as she watched your cheeks flush and eyes widen. “Aww, look at your cheeks! They’re covered in such an adorable shade of red~” She failed to supress a cheeky giggle. “Stop teasing me!” You quickly protest before she held out a hand to you.

“Heh, well I must admit, you were always dear to me, darling. I guess I was too occupied with my own obsessions to realize it sooner… But since you seem to be interested in a dance, may I take your hand tonight~?” She stated flirtatiously, causing your cheeks to grow hotter. You were a lot less experienced in the world of love compared to the reaper in front of you, causing you to hesitate taking her offer…

But then again, who are you to refuse a lovely lady such as Grell Sutcliff~?

A/N: i need sleep. why must motivation show up during midnight T_T anyways hope u like it :P

#rin’s writings >—❥#black butler grell #grell sutcliff #grell sutcliff x reader #grell x reader #kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji x reader #grelle sutcliff #black butler x reader #kuroshitsuji grell

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kywaslost · 10 months

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Maternal Affections - Grell Sutcliff

A/N: When I tell you I slaved over this one, I SLAVED over this one! @idyllic-affections asked that someone write this for them, and I liked the idea so I decided to give it a shot. Usually, I knock out requests or ideas in one sitting, but this, this piece took DAYS. I worked on it every day for hours and ended up falling in love with this. I really hope yall like this one! And as a reminder, I haven’t read the manga yet so I’m sure there are things in this that aren’t canon at all.

Request: fanfic writers, i NEED you all to write grell PLATONICALLY taking care of a young (16-18 kind of age range) non-binary reaper and being like a mother/big sister figure to them. just... her knowing what it's like. her knowing and truly understanding how much pain they were going through in life, how bad it must have been for someone as young as them to end up as a reaper. her making damn sure absolutely no-one treats them like that again because god knows grell is hard to handle normally; lord forbid someone genuinely piss her off. grell just taking a young lil non binary reaper under her wing, it would be so sweet.

Warnings: mentions of suicide, sh, drowning. Proceed with caution please <3

The line between reality and unconsciousness was such a blur you weren’t 100% sure you knew where you were. The last thing you could remember was sitting on the edge of the dock, looking out over the endless sea. Then the feeling of water flooding your lungs as you slowly lose consciousness. You remembered there being a warm breeze, but now you seemed to be cold. You couldn’t grasp your surroundings, floating in and out of consciousness.

Then there were voices. Your breathing stalled for only a moment, fearing you had been found before you could die. And that’s when you began assessing your physical state. You weren’t in any pain, not like you were before you lost consciousness. In fact, you felt just fine, as if you had only fallen asleep instead of attempting to take your own life. And you were lying down. Did you wash up on shore? Last you remembered, you were too far under the surface of the water to be seen.

“Well, good morning dear,” you heard someone say to your right. “You’re finally waking up!”

You stilled, unsure you wanted to open your eyes just yet. You didn’t recognize the voice, and feared it was a nurse, or a doctor, that you’d open your eyes just to see a hospital room.

“You can open your eyes, you know,” the voice spoke up again.

You slowly opened your eyes, only to groan and close them again when you were met with a bright light. Blinking back the tears that formed from the light, you rubbed your eyes and sat upright. The room you're in didn’t look like a hospital room, which made you feel a bit better, until you realized you had no idea where you were, and the person beside you was a complete stranger.

They had bright red hair, dressed in extravagant red clothing. They sat in a cushioned armchair in the corner of the small room you were in. Their legs were crossed at the knees, and they smiled widely.

“Hello, darling.” There was a slight accent to their words.

“Where am I?” you groaned softly. Looking down, you saw a thin blanket covering your legs, and suddenly you were grateful for the fabric. You fiddled with the hem of the blanket as you asked, “Who are you?”

The stranger smiled even wider, bearing sharp, pointed teeth. “Why, I am the infamous Grell Stufliff, the most beautiful reaper around if I do say so myself.” The reaper flicked her long red hair over her shoulder, looking over to you. “Welcome to HQ. You’ll be spending a lot of time here, reviewing souls and whatnot.”

You were so lost and confused. You couldn’t believe what was going on. Surely this wasn’t true. Maybe you were hallucinating from lack of oxygen. Maybe you haven't died yet, but in the process of doing so. But why were you dry?

“You’re confused, that’s common,” Grell said, pushing up off of the chair. “Follow me, and I’ll explain.” She walked over to the door, turning her head to look at you over her shoulder. “Coming, dear?” Snapping out of your thoughts, you pulled the blanket off of your lap, tossing your legs over the side of the bed and lowering yourself to the floor. You had no shoes, like you remembered, and you could feel the cold linoleum floor through your socks. Stumbling to the door, you followed Grell out into the hall.

“Am-am I dead?” you asked hesitantly, pulling at the hems of your sleeves. Grell turned around, walking backwards in order to talk to you.

“Well of course you are darling, how do you think you got here?” She smiled kindly, leading you into a busy room, crowded with people trying on different outfits, much like a clothing store. “This is where people go after they end their lives.” Grell beamed at the sight of red, gripping your hand suddenly to drag you over to them. “Now, first thing’s first, a uniform. Most reapers wear black, but really you are allowed to pick whatever you like.” She let go of your hand to flick through the various tops, taking one off the hook and holding it up to your shoulders. “Oh, red suits you so well, darling! Positively stunning!”

You cleared your throat nervously. “Um, I’d prefer a different top, please.”

Grell frowned, but nodded understandingly. “Aw, alright. I’ll help you, and explain more about why you are here.”

As Grell helped you look for a new outfit, she also explained why you were with her, as well as what you are now. She explained the purpose of reapers, what to expect on the job, and the works, such as death scythes and the death schedule. You didn’t say anything, just taking in her words as you tried on various articles of clothing.

You didn’t understand how you could feel so calm. You’d think waking up in a strange place with an unknown ‘human’ beside you would freak you out, let alone finding out you’re now a supernatural being. But death does that to someone, you think. You already felt safer in this new environment than you did back when you were still living.

It wasn’t until you were dressed in your new clothes and led back down the hall that Grell asked for your name.

“Oh, I’m such a terrible woman!” She shrieked dramatically, falling onto you as you walked beside her. You pushed her away quickly, uncomfortable with her touch. She was still a stranger. “I haven’t asked for your name!”

“Oh,” you said quietly, looking at the ground and shrugging. “Y/N. Y/N L/N.”

And it was now that Grell finally took in your appearance. Your slouched posture, as if you were trying to hide within yourself. You let your hair fall into your eyes, and avoided eye contact. You wouldn’t say much when you spoke, and had such a soft voice it was hard for ehr to hear you sometimes. It left her wondering how old you were.

She decided to back off a bit for the rest of the night, calming down in hopes of making you feel more comfortable. She helped you pick out the perfect pair of glasses, and even recommended death scythes. In the end, she had finished walking you through the beginning steps of becoming a reaper, and it was beginning to get late into the night. Grell was growing tired, and she could see that you were as well.

“Every reaper is assigned a trainee from time to time,” she explained, leading you to yet another unknown location. “So each reaper is assigned a housing unit with spare rooms for the trainees to stay until they become fully-trained.” Grell smiled as she pushed open another door and led you inside. “Welcome home! Mi casa es tu casa, as they say.” She opened yet another door, revealing a decently sized bed with a small closet, and even a desk tucked away in one corner. “This will be your room for the next few months. Make yourself at home!”

The next week passed too slowly for your liking. You learned more and more about becoming a reaper each day, and to be completely honest, you didn’t mind becoming a reaper. Sure, you were lonely, and it looked like a tedious job, but it seemed much better than the life you had when you were living. At least here, there was some understanding of pain between everyone.

You wouldn’t admit it, but having Grell by your side almost 24/7 really helped. She trained you hard. Enough to challenge you and leave you sore, but not enough to hurt you in any way. Every night, once you both returned home, she would make your dinner while you showered and changed into your night clothes.

One night, sleep eluded you. You layed in bed for hours, tossing and turning, but you just couldn’t seem to fall asleep. So you decided to get some fresh air. Grell’s apartment had a small balcony, with the entrance in the living room. So you snuck past Grell’s room, hearing her snores from the hall, as you slipped into the living room and out into the balcony. There wasn’t any furniture, so you settled in the corner, leaning your head against the railing.

Breathing in the fresh air, you closed your eyes, letting the gentle evening breeze caress your face. There was a slight chill in the air and you shivered, curling into a tight ball.

“Darling, what are you doing out here?” You jumped, not hearing the balcony door slide open. Shooting your head up you saw Grell standing in the doorway, blanket draped over her shoulders and another one bundled in her arms. “Mind if I join you?”

You didn’t say anything, only moving your feet slightly so the reaper could sit across from you. She leaned over you, tucking her second blanket around you before sitting in front of you. She let you sit in silence for a moment before speaking again. “Is something troubling you, dear?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” you muttered, pulling the blanket tighter around you. “I’m sorry.”

Grell smiled kindly. “There’s no need to be sorry, love. Would it make you feel better if I stayed with you?”

You thought for a moment, then nodded. “Please?”

“Of course, darling.” Grell took this moment to analyze you again. You looked so young compared to the other reapers-to-be, and you were so quiet. The more she thought about it, Grell realized that she really didn’t know much about you. She only really knew your name, not your age, or how you died, or what caused you to become a reaper.

“How old were you?” Grell asked quietly, also leaning her head against the balcony railing.

“Hm?” you hummed, raising your eyes to meet Grell’s bright green ones.

“When you died. How old were you?”

There was a moment of hesitation before you answered. “18. I was 18 when I died.”

Grell inhaled sharply. “Oh, I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve to die so young.”

You shrugged, closing your eyes again. “I did. I deserved to die. But it’s ok, it’s nicer here.”

Grell placed a comforting hand on your knee. “No you didn’t. No one deserves to be pushed to kill themselves so young.” She received no response, and that’s when the reaper realized that you had fallen asleep. She sighed out of grief for you. She didn’t know how you died, or what pushed you to do so, but Grell had grown fond of you over the past week.

She could never have kids of her own, but she felt so protective over you in this moment, so motherly towards you. So much so that she carefully picked you up, carrying you back to your room and tucking you in. Stepping out only long enough to grab a pillow, Grell returned to your room, making a make-shift bed on the floor beside your sleeping form.

Two days later and you were running off of no sleep. You’d spent the last two nights staring at the ceiling, not daring to sneak back out onto the balcony. By the second day, Grell could notice that something wasn’t right. You were much quieter than usual, and your movements were growing sluggish.

The reaper quietly made two cups of warm tea, bringing them to your bedroom during the early hours of the morning. Knocking softly, Grell slowly opened your bedroom door. As soon as she entered your room, however, her heart sank. Your back was towards the door, but that didn’t stop her from hearing your quiet sobs as you cried into your pillow.

“Oh, darling,” she said quickly, rushing over to the bed. Grell lowered herself to sit on the bed by your hips, then placed the two mugs of tea on the nightstand. “It’s alright, dear. I’m here with you.” She rubbed your back gently as a means of comfort, letting you cry ‘til your heart’s content.

When your tears were reduced to soft hiccups and stuttered breaths, Grell spoke again. “What’s troubling you darling?” she asked softly. “You can talk to me, you know?”

You sniffled, moving so you were laying on your back. Grell brushed the hair from your eyes. You looked like you wanted to speak, but you wouldn’t say anything. With a sigh, you pulled your blanket up to your chin then sat up, leaning against the wall behind you. “I thought that once I die, I would be ok. I wouldn’t have sleepless nights or anything to worry about. I’d be dead.”

“Oh, love,” the reaper cooed. “I understand how you feel. I was once in your shoes. It’s hard to understand the supernatural world while also coping with memories of your past life.”

Tears welled in your eyes again but you refused to let them fall, wiping them away with your sleeve. “Haven’t I struggled enough? I mean, it was so bad I had to kill myself, wasn’t that enough?” You hid behind your hands as you began to cry again. “I suffered for so long, I just wanted it to end.”

Grell slid to sit beside you against the wall then wrapped her arms around you, pulling you against her chest. You let her hold you, stroking your hair and whispering comforting words into the crown of your head. She held you like she’d hold a small child afraid of the monsters under their bed.

While rocking you back and forth slightly, your sleeves slid up just ever so slightly. Grell expected as much, the scars on your forearms showing just how much pain you were in in your past life. She had them too, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt her seeing your scars. When you noticed her green eyes staring at your arms, you quickly pulled your sleeves back down, crying harder.

“Honey, it’s alright,” she cooed. “You don’t have to hide them, I have them too.”

After what felt like years of crying, you lay against Grell and she ran a hand through your hair. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or the fact you felt so comfortable with the reaper at the moment, you began telling your story.

“Drowning,” you muttered into Grell’s shirt.

“I’m sorry, can you repeat that dear?” she asked quietly. “I couldn’t hear you.”

You repeated, “Drowning. I drowned myself in the river.” Grell’s grip around you tightened. “I’ve always loved water. It’s so calm and I feel like everything will be ok. It’s a nice distraction. So I drowned myself so I could finally have peace.”

Grell was silent for a moment. “I know you may have talked about it when you were living, and it did nothing to help you, but you’re here now. Whatever, or whoever, hurt you is not here anymore. So if you’d like to talk about it, maybe you can finally put it behind you. And if you tell me, maybe I can help you, dear.”

You rubbed your eyes, putting your full weight against the red-head. You then proceeded to spend the next two hours spilling your life story to Grell. You told her about anything and everything, from how you were treated by the world, to how you felt about yourself. You told her about the time leading up to your death, what your thought process was and how you were feeling during that time. The best part was the fact that she didn’t judge you in the slightest. She only held you firmly, rubbing your back or running a hand through your hair.

By the time you finished your tale, you were practically asleep in her arms. There was so much she wanted to say to you, but she couldn’t bear to wake you, and she couldn’t decide what she’d even say. So she just continued to hold and rock you, resting her head on your own. She was definitely keeping you home for the day. There was no way she was going to risk the other training reapers hurting you, either physically or emotionally, while you were in this state.

For your remaining life as a reaper, Grell took you under her wing. She was unbearable most of the time, you learned after speaking with William once. But you learned how to handle her and her crazy personality. After officially becoming a reaper, Grell requested that she be paired with you, and you with her when either of you were scheduled to work. And when she wasn’t paired with you, she’d follow you, hidden within arms reach at any point in time.

When you were given your own apartment, you were lucky enough to be next door to your favorite reaper. You were still young, afterall, and didn’t fully understand how to live on your own in this new world. You still spent a few nights a week at Grell’s place, especially if you had a particularly hard day or weren’t feeling well.

Once, Grell caught wind of some of the newer reapers talking about you and how you dressed. Oh boy, they began praying real quick when they saw Grell storm over, chainsaw propped up on her shoulder. Needless to say, those reapers were out of commission for a while, and Grell came home so pissed off you had to force her to go on a walk with you to cool off.

Now that she knew your whole story, and just how young you were when you died, Grell kept an eye on you at all times. If you had a bad day and she knew before you came to her, she’d make sure she makes your favorite food for dinner, as well as have your favorite warm beverage on hand. Her quest room was always prepped and ready in case you wanted to stay with her.

If you had to be gone for long periods of time due to work, she’d clean your apartment and do your laundry, making sure everything was clean by the time you returned home. Grell saw you as her own personal child, one she couldn’t have on her own. So she made sure to look after you and take care of you in any way she could.

#platonic #x reader #comfort #black butler #black butler x reader #fluff #black butler comfort #black butler fluff #black butler fanfiction #black butler grell sutcliff #grell sutcliff #grell sutcliff x reader #grell sutcliff x reader platonic #grell sutcliff comfort

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sleepingdeath-light · 1 year

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autistic s/o hcs ; grelle

requested by ; anonymous (06/05/23)

fandom(s) ; black butler

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; grelle sutcliffe

outline ; “Hi!! i saw your autistic s/o with claude headcanons and i was wondering if you could do the same thing but with grell? thank you ! <33”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

she thinks that your physical stims are adorable — well, she thinks all of you is adorable — but she won’t really comment on it

verbal stims, like echolalia, are something that she’s neutral to and she’ll generally just respond to whatever you’re saying as she would regularly

if you need objects to help you stim and focus properly, or if you’re a sensory seeker, she’ll go out and try and find something for you — either taking you shopping with her or just asking you to make a list of the specific textures/objects you need for her to get

she’ll encourage you to infodump about your interests and hyperfixations — always happy to listen and engage with responses and questions (looking things up on her own time to make sure that she can keep up with what you’re interested in)

if you have a specific hobby that’s really stealing your focus then she’ll make sure you have whatever you need to pursue it (read: steal) — whether that’s wool for knitting, beads for jewellery making, pencils for art and so on

if anyone dared to speak or act cruelly towards you because of your autism — as many would during her era — she’s not afraid to get a bit rough

hell, she’s a reaper, it’s in her nature to be violent and murderous

so it’s barely even a doddle for her to go about torturing and killing those who lack what she would deem as appropriate levels of empathy towards those with divergent minds

she fully understands sensory aversions to certain colours and textures and lights — and she’ll happily adjust meals, outfits and such to accommodate you

she insists that no proper lady would let her love go uncomfortable for the sake of appearances — what a gentlewoman!

all in all she’s incredibly supportive in everything you do and isn’t afraid to throw hands for you — what a wonderful girlfriend you have

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #autistic reader #fluff #fluff hcs #black butler x reader #black butler fluff #kuroshitsuji x reader #kuroshitsuji fluff #grelle sutcliff x reader #grell sutcliff x reader #grell sutcliffe fluff #grelle sutcliffe fluff

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suvidrache · 8 months

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Cuddles With Grelle

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 527 | Read it on AO3 | Event Tag List | Tag List

It had been a long day for Grelle. She laid her head in her hands as she sat at her desk. The stress was getting to her. She wanted you to be here with her. She wanted to go home or cry, or both, or sleep. Anything. She looked out the window, hoping to pass the time in some way. She counted in her head, stopping at one hundred and starting again. There was nothing better to do with her time. She could, of course, be finishing her projects, but she didn't want to. She would save them for tomorrow.

As soon as it was time to go, she was out the door. Her heels clicked on the pavement as she ran into the empty and dark street. The stars were just beginning to twinkle. The light was barely enough to see, but it didn't matter. She knew exactly where she was and the pathway to get home. If she didn't know, she could always just jump to the roofs and find her way there. She raced through the ancient streets of England. She burst through the front door and closed it quietly behind her. She leaned against the door and took a moment to catch her breath. Surely you would be asleep by now, as late as it is.

She tried her hardest to be quiet, but unfortunately, her heels clicked across the wood with every step she took. She made her way carefully up the stairs, trying not to lose her footing in the dark house. She sighed as she opened up the bedroom door and stepped inside. She began to remove her clothes and dress for the night. She took a candle to the bathroom. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. She closed the door and lit the candle, and finished getting herself ready for bed. You had laid awake in bed, waiting for Grelle to return home. When you heard her, you didn't say a word, not yet. You waited until she was finished. When she came back into the room, she held her hand by the flame, an attempt to keep the light from blinding you. She sat down on the bed and blew out the candle.

She rolled over and laid her head on your chest, her spot.

"Are you alright?" You asked as you ran your fingers through her hair.

She snuggled deeper into you and breathed in slowly.

"I… I'm sorry for waking you, darling. I'm fine."

"You didn't wake me. I've been up and waiting for you. Are you sure?"

"It's just been a long day." She said as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"I'm here if you want to talk about it."

"Thank you." She placed her hand on your side and held you close. Normally, she would have told you about her day, but tonight was not one of those nights. Which was fine, she may tell you in the morning. She did enjoy talking about people quite frequently to you, keeping you up on the latest details and dramas.

"I love you, dear."

She blushed and smiled. "I love you too, darling."

#grelle sutcliff #kuroshitsuji grelle #black butler grelle #grell sutcliff #grell x reader #black butler grell #kuroshitsuji grell #grell sutcliff x reader #Past‚ Present‚ & Future Event

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stitched-mouth · 2 months

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Grim Reaper Masterlist

Anyone you see missing here are characters I don’t write for.

Codes

🦋 = Headcannons

💄 = Fem Reader

☘️ = GN Reader

🌷 = Fic

🖤 = Angst

🏳️‍🌈 = Gay

✨= Fluff

🌚 = NSFW

Undertaker

To Be Continued…

Ronald Knox

To Be Continued…

Grell Sutcliff

To Be Continued…

William T Spears

To Be Continued…

Othello

To Be Continued…

#stitched #stitched talks #stitched writes #black butler #kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji smut #kuroshitsuji x reader #black butler x reader #grim reaper #grim reaper x reader #undertaker #undertaker x reader #ronald knox #ronald knox x reader #william t spears #othello #othello x reader #grell sutcliff #grell sutcliff x reader

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married-to-google-translater · 2 years

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How about a yandere older ceil, alois, Sebastian, claude, undertaker, grell find out their s/o is pregnant with their child?

This is for Alois and Grell

Ciel and Sebastian are here.

Claude and Undertaker are here

Yandere Grell Sutcliff

But honey, it can't be her child.

Grell is an elegant Lady.

And an elegant lady can't produce pregnancy.

Admittedly, Grell doesn’t want to believe the child is anyone else’s.

Maybe she’s just coming up with some explanation for this situation.

( I don’t think there were sex correction surgeries in that world time. )

Grell would be excited to be a mother.

she would have time to the child.

Surely everything would be red.

All clothing, toys and furniture.

You can't change it.

Grell would love your baby.

This is also a sign that you cannot leave her.

Don't leave the baby alone with Grell.

It really doesn’t end well.

Yandere Alois Trancy (Older)

Ahahahahahaaaaaa.

Alois would be jealous.

He doesn’t like someone else taking your attention.

Even if it was his own child.

Alois has been able to grow physically but there has really been no mental growth.

I hope you have endured him for so long without a nervous breakdown.

Alois needs time to adjust to the idea.

A lot of time.

This, of course, is a great way to show that you belong to him.

With that idea, Alois can live with this.

Even now you can't leave him.

Because you really can’t leave your baby alone with Alois.

Hannah will probably take care of your baby in the first few weeks.

Alois is a big baby and he needs your attention now.

The fear that you won’t love him anymore is real.

The question arises that did you ever love him?

If the answer is no do not express it.

Alois would surely blame the baby.

Because the logic is weak.

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shiganshinaslut · 1 year

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OK I WAS ABSOLUTELY CONSIDERING SENDING THIRSTS ABOUT GRELLE I JUST DIDN'T KNOW IF I COULD.

I know you mentioned her leaving marks on your neck, but imagine her marking up the inside of your thighs too. Just making sure that you're covered in reminders that you're allll hers. I'm thinking about Grelle out of breath because of how desperately she wants you, digging her teeth into the spots that she knows you will see and smudging your skin with red lipstick, before licking a slow line up to your clit. God I am SO desperate. Or like mutual body worship with Grelle omg. She'd tell you how darling you look squirming underneath her and you get to tell her that she looks like a goddess when she's driving into you, deep in the throes of her own pleasure.

Ok ramble over I want Grelle to dom me so badly

18+||MDNI

YES PLEASE SEND IN AS MANY THIRSTS AS YOU’D LIKE tis fuel for my horny brain. Especially because there’s a severe lack of black butler smut on this app!! I’m a major simp for Lau, Snake, and Agni and it’s near impossible to find smut for them T-T Perhaps I’ll have to write some myself.

Possessive Grelle makes me insane /// She would leave a trail of cherry red kisses down your body, as if the other marks she left weren’t enough. The part about her telling you how darling you look squirming underneath her has me in shambles oh my godjdbfhdh praise kink goin crazy,,,,she would lean down and get close to your ear, slowing down her thrusts to tell you how pretty you look, all red-faced and whimpering beneath her :( I bet she makes the prettiest sounds too. She doesn’t try to hold them back, and each breathy moan she lets out brings you closer to the edge.

#grell sutcliff x reader #grell sutcliff thirst #grell sutcliff smut #grell smut #grell thirst #grell x reader #black butler smut #kuroshitsuji thirst #kuroshitsuji smut #black butler thirst #grell sutcliff

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domreader-headcannon-scenarios · 2 years

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Photo shoot!! Grell x Reader

This is part one!!

Cw: lewd (consensual) photography, slight body worship, voyerism, fluff and smut ahead!!, feminine reader/afab reader

(Had an idea for a cute little shirt series and got carried away while high…)

“Does this really look good?” You murmured out, eyeing the outfit Grell had ‘bought’ for you. “I mean…it’s quite revealing, don’t you think?” Grell quickly shook her head, holding her camera up to once again take pictures of you.

“You look phenomenal Darling!!” Grell was practically jumping around you to get pictures from as many angles as possible. “You are doing so well, please pose for me?” You tilted your head at her, asking what pose she wanted. “Oh, oh!! Come here I have an idea!!”

Before you knew it, she had you standing over her, one foot on her chest, she had her camera pointed up at you to get a first person view from the camera. “Grell, you could have just told me you wanted to take such photos.” You adjusted your lingerie and used your foot to push her onto her back.

She purred, squirming under you, you pretended to not notice the tent forming in between her legs. “Well what would the fun be in just asking for it? If you want me to beg, I’m more than willing though!”

A grin spread across your face, since no one but you two would see these photos, why not take some for yourself too?

“Let’s take turns, m’kay?” Grell nodded with a grin from ear to ear. You step over her reaching to grab her camera before she stops you quickly.

“Wait! Stay still!” You freeze only to hear the click of her camera. She quickly grabs the photo, a clear blush spreading across her face as her grin widens. “Yesss! What a perfect photo!” You look at the phot out of curiosity.

It’s a picture of your breast, that’s it.

(Next tba)

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pop-roxs · 8 months

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hiiii idk if i wanna post this on ao3 or not so you guys tell me pleaseeee

relationship(s): grelle x reader words: 533 extra: no warnings should apply, reader is just a sickly little guy and grelle takes care of them(noooo i didnt write this cuz im sick rn wdymmmm)

reader is gn!!!

You laid in bed, lips slightly parted, which allowed you to breathe, as you heard footsteps drawing closer to you. You felt a weight be placed on the edge of the bed you laid nearest to, and a hand touched your forehead. You opened your eyes.

“Hey, sweetheart. Are you feeling better yet?” the redhead asked. You shook your head, and she frowned. “I’m sorry…”

You were going to speak up, to tell her that she had nothing to apologize for, but your clogged nose and itchy throat decided that you weren’t going to speak comfortably for a little while. You moved her hand from your forehead down to your cheek, and she leaned down to kiss the spot where her hand previously was.

“Do you need me to get you anything? You have water, tissues, and medicine when need be… Do you need something warm to eat?” You nodded. “Alright, darling. You wait right here.” Grelle stood up from the bed, walking out of the room and presumably to the kitchen. You turned over to close your eyes again.

You couldn’t help but feel a bit bad about all of this. You got just a little cold, and now Grelle is all over the apartment trying to make you feel better. You didn’t like these thoughts, so you let your body relax, and you drifted into a nap.

Grelle slowly opened the bedroom door, and once she saw you asleep, she made sure to be extra quiet as she made her way around the bed and to the side you were sleeping on. She gently placed the bowl of soup she had made on the nightstand next to you, crouching down in front of your burning face. She pouted. “Poor dear,” she whispered, as she caressed your hair and placed a few kisses along your cheek. She paused when she heard you grumble and saw your squinted eyes

“Good morning.” It was 1:24 PM. “You look awful. I wish I could do more to help.” You reached your arms out to her, beckoning her to join you in bed. “Oh, really? You’re so sweet to me. Of course, ma cherie.~”

You scooted back to make some room for her, and she gently pulled up the covers, sliding underneath them and holding you close. She tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, both your arms around each other. Her smile was sweeter than ever. You pulled her closer, resting your head against her chest, but she could tell that you were trying hard to not get any mucus on her.

“My love, you look uncomfortable. As your partner, it is my sworn duty to look after you when you are sick. Don’t worry about me. Worry about yourself.” You looked up at her for a moment, before sniffling, and deciding to just tuck your face into the crook of her neck.

She pet your head once more, holding you tight and whispering in your ear, “I love you so much, my dear. You’re safe with me. Rest, now. I’ll take care of you.” So you closed your eyes, drifting into another nap, this time feeling as if you’ll have sweet dreams.

im gonna die right here also yes. i reused the grelle divider from my valentines fic. leave me alone i couldnt be bothered to go looking for a good panel to take a picture of

#i think all the fic writer in me needed was to be sick because this is the second drabble ive written while being a suffering little guy #grell sutcliff #grelle sutcliff #grell sutcliff x reader #grelle sutcliff x reader #grell x reader #grelle x reader #black butler x reader #kuroshitsuji x reader #black butler #kuroshitsuji #sick reader #sickfic #fanfart #water posts

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officialundertakersmoocher · 9 days

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Headcannons for Grell having an SO who does acting either as a hobby or career?

GN pronouns for reader please

i love this because i've been doing theatre for years!

Grell would love your involvement in the theatre so much, it's very much her vibe

she would often surprise you at your shows or even surprise you by hacking her way INTO the shows

and god help anyone who dare become your love interest for a role

oh no! they have suddenly disappeared and grell has replaced them! what a shame.

please indulge me by imagining that you are playing one of the leads in romeo and juliet and you are overjoyed to have gotten the role!

Grell is so happy for you...!

.....until two seconds later when she realizes that your love interest just so happens to be some famous, handsome broad from the town

He had no chance.

the next thing you knew, that Grell in all her glory shows up to your next practice and blows everyone away with her talent

(and maybe a gruesome story in the paper)

who could complain?

she will also somehow always seem to land herself the best spot in the house, screaming your name and showering you with flowers at the end of the show

you should also be prepared to find yourself embarrassed if you ever happen to show up to her workplace because she has a tendency to brag about her oh so famous s/o!

you can expect some jokes to be passed around about how much she brags about you

after practice gossip sessions are a must. grell knows all of the drama involving your coworkers your co-workers and you know all of the office gossip

and being the flamboyant little lady she is, she will have no issue putting in her opinion about the directors choice of dance or costume

she will also make herself your personal caretaker and make sure you're lavished with clothing and food during your practices

she will cry at every single one of your shows because she is just so proud of you 😭❤️

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liar-liarpantsonfire · 1 year

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Roses in pretty, pretty red

Summary:Grell invited you out on a date but it's a little different to what you expected.

"Hello darling." Grell greeted you, kissing your cheek softly. "Come in! Come in! I need to get my coat and purse." She moved to the side to let you in, closing the door behind you. Her fireplace was lit and crackling gently, candles lighting her living room beautifully. You watched as she grabbed her coat and purse; she was wearing a beautiful red dress with black heels and had her long hair up in a bun ontop of her head with a braid around on the bottom. She had a very small amount of makeup on with a red lipstick and stud earrings. She looked back to you causing you to making eye contact. "Ready to go?" She nodded, grabbing her keys.

"Mhm! If you'd like we can come back here after for something to eat?" You nodded with a soft smile.

"Sounds good!" You gently held Grell's hand and walked out, shutting the door behind you.

The two of you walked for a while in a comfortable silence, the streetlamps and moonlight illuminating your walk. London was really beautiful at night, you'd never noticed it before but it really was. The buildings along the edge of each street was a little different from the next, some has flowers in the windows, some had their curtains drawn ans a few only had a slight difference in the structure but every single one was a little different and it was nice. You kept walking for a while until you were on the edges of London, the gaps between each streetlamp growing.

"So where abouts are we headed?"

"You'll see darling!" She chirped, holding your hand a little tighter and walking with you still.

Eventually you reached two gates and you sighed, she looked to you giving that certain look and you realised what was happening. "Alright, give me a boost." You sighed and she nodded, doing just that before getting over the gates herself. She'd brought you to a beautiful garden full of all different types of flowers but there was lots of roses, her favourite. You smiled softly, you could see why she'd chosen here, it was the perfect spot for a date. You walked for a short while and sat down on a white, metal bench with her.

"I really love it here... the beautiful flowers, especially the roses, the gentle chirping of the birds in the daytime. Its really peaceful." She said gently, she definitely snuck in here a lot. That was one of the great things about this reaper. She didn't care. She did what she liked when it suited her because well... why wouldn't she?

"So you come here alot?"

"Maybe a little more than I should, yes." She laughed softly. "I like the atmosphere and how beautiful it is, besides nobodies ever caught me so... oh well."

You laughed and nodded in agreement, definitely no arguing with that logic. You could agree with zero questions that it was beautiful and the atmosphere was wonderful. The peaceful and quiet nature of it was lovely, it didn't seem like something Grell would enjoy at first glance but when you thought about it you could see why. Sometimes it was nice to take a break from the chaos and just find peace. A gentle breeze blew by, the scent of the flowers being carried along it, a few leaves on the floor blowing around.

Grell's hand slipped back into yours and she gave you a gentle smile. "So why did you ask me on a date?" She shook her head gently.

"Its simple really, I just wanted to." Wow that was simple. "I was thinking about it for a little while and decided instead of thinking about it to just do it. The feeling seemed mutual so I didn't have much to lose and if you said no then it wouldn't have mattered too much." The feeling definitely had been mutual, maybe for longer than she'd realised. You nodded gently, smiling to her.

"Thank you for asking me, this is really nice."

"No need to thank me! I'm glad you agreed."

Silence grew over the two of you again after a while, seemed you didn't have much to say and neither did she. After a moment, her hand pulled away from yours and she stood up. "Would you like to walk through for a little while and then we can go back to mine?" You nodded and stood as well, walking with her for a short while, taking your time to stop and litterally smell the flowers. You made a few jokes, Grell laughing and a smile growing to your face. The two of you got each other. It was lovely.

The walk back to Grell's house seemed quick, the two of you talking and laughing together. Time flies when you're having fun, right? You soon got back ro her small house, surrounded by beautiful flowers and trees. Her keys jingled are she pulled them out of her purse, unlocking the door and walking in, you following as she shut the door behind you. "Make yourself comfortable, I'm going to make sure I have all the ingredients for dinner." She smiled as you sat down, going into the kitchen and double checking everything. "Can you do me a favour?" She asked, walking back in.

"Depends..." You raised an eyebrow before feeling a box of matched being placed into your hand.

"Light some candles will you?" She walked back into the kitchen before you could reply. You chuckled softly and stood up, lighting a few of the candles around the room before going into the kitchen and watching her cook.

"Would you like to help me? Or are you gonna stand there looking pretty?" She turned around and you nodded with a small laugh, walking to the sink and washing your hands before looking to her.

"So what do I need to do?"

"Wash those vegetables then hand them to me." You nodded, walking over to the sink and starting to wash the vegetables.

The two of you spent an hour or so cooking together, smiling and laughing, making jokes and polite conversation before eventually dinner was done. Grell set the table, taking a candelabra and placing it in the center and sitting down across from you. A soft sigh left her lips as she gave you a gentle smile, placing a hand on yours. It was rare the two of you got time together like this, she was always rushing around and busy with with gathering souls or some sort of little job will had asked her to do.

You ate in quiet for a while as Grell spoke to you, ranting a little. You didn't mind when she ranted, in fact it was quite nice, it was lovely to hear her talk regardless of wether you were interested in what she was saying or not. When she wasn't as loud, her voice was gentle and fairly comforting.

"You're so pretty when you rant like that." You said softly causing her to stop in her tracks and look up to you with a small blush. "I love you're voice..."

"Oh! Uhm, thank you, dear." She definitely hadn't expected that, "That means a lot..." She said gently, placing a hand on yours with a soft expression. It was rare anyone got to see this side of Grell she really trusted you.

The two of you finished up with your meal, talking and laughing, drinking wine. It'd been a really nice night, fairly quiet too.

You wouldn't change it in anyway, even if you could.

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