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Ciel Phantomhive Whump | Black Butler
Black Butler
Ep.02 - Drugged, kidnapped, beaten (offscreen), punched x2, gutpunched, unconscious, hostage, held at gunpoint x3, carried
Ep.03 - Angry, trauma (20:50)
Ep.04 - Scared (06:25), freaking out (13:00), exhausted (15:00), drugged, unconscious, auctioned
Ep.05 - Traumatized, hyperventilating, held, arm sliced, choked
Ep.06 - Collapse JUKED (11:40), choked (18:55)
Ep.07 - Chained
Ep.09 - Nearly crushed by statue, held (17:20)
Ep.10 - Freaked out (11:50), thrown
Ep.11 - Manhandled, birthday trauma, [flashback; branded (05:00)], choked, taunted
Ep.12 - [Flashback; Missing, eye bandaged, depressed], carried, held (11:05), tortured flashback (16:30)
Ep.13 - Grabbed x2 (04:30, 08:40), vital point hit (11:58)
Ep.14 - Trauma (09:30)
Ep.16 - Disrespected x1000
Ep.17 - Trauma (10:40, 20:20), snatched
Ep.18 - Tortured/reliving trauma x3, unconscious (08:25), anguish (10:50)
Ep.19 - Held at gunpoint
Ep.20 - Carried (16:30), nearly stabbed (19:30)
Ep.21 - Depressed, protected/distracted (adorable)
Ep.22 - Hell flashback (14:40), abandoned
Ep.23 - Tackled, shot, carried
Ep.24 - Bandaged, consumed by the mist, bleeding out, hanging, large fall, unconscious, dead
Black Butler II
Ep.01 - Encased
Ep.02 - Drowning, unconscious
Ep.03 - Trauma (05:05), tackled (11:50), knocked against wall from explosion (15:25)
Ep.04 - Restrained (13:20), hostage, carried x2
Ep.05 - Amnesia reveal, trauma (04:30), freaking out (06:05, 09:20, 16:05), headaches x2, collapse
Ep.06 - Sound attack (05:50), pain, [Flashback; Unconscious/soulless, corpse kidnapped (14:25)]
Ep.07 - Choked, pushed from balcony, hand sliced, bleeding out carried
Ep.09 - Trauma (09:00), restrained, abducted, gutpunched, unconscious, mental torture, waterboarded, memories replaced, weak
Ep.10 - What the actual fudge (17:20), passes out
Ep.11 - Trapped, crying, collapse
Ep.12 - Unconscious, trapped, drowning, bleeding, 'dead'
Black Butler: Book of Circus
Ep.01 - Head 'shot' (15:20)
Ep.02 - Exhausted, allergies (14:25, 20:35, 21:25)
Ep.03 - Angry, tightrope, pebbled with tiny rocks x1000, tortured/forced to smile
Ep.04 - Stressful commoner life, brand scar revealed (21:25), cold & wet, trauma (22:05)
Ep.05 - Encased (08:30), very sick (15:05+), throws up, passes out, weak, hallucinating
Ep.06 - [Nightmare; trauma/branding ceremony, Madame Red] Coughing fits, fever, carried, asthma fit (17:30), restrained to bed
Ep.07 - Prolonged sleep, branding trauma (21:55)
Ep.08 - Branding trauma
Ep.09 - Branding trauma (19:25), throws up, crying, carried
Ep.10 - Carried cont.
#whump#emotional whump#whump list#whumplist#anime whump#black butler#black butler whump#ciel whump#ciel#black butler ciel#ciel phantomhive#ciel phantomhive whump#black butler ciel phantomhive#black butler ciel phantomhive whump#black butler 2#black butler 2 ciel whump#black butler 2 ciel phantomhive#black butler book of circus#book of circus
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(Almost) Every injured Sebastian
TW: Canon blood / violence
Started saving every bloodied up panel of him from the two arcs i remember him being severely hurt in because I am a disturbed individual
OH, but there WILL be more! Starting this post as a thread !!
#black butler#kuroshitsuji#kuroshit#sebastian michaelis#sebastian black butler#sebastian kuroshitsuji#injured sebastian michaelis#injured anime characters#Is this whump?#what is whump
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Sebardagni Headcanon/AU Idea #001 - Post-Apocalyptic Sickfic AU
It’s no secret the last 7 months or so have not been great for me, and I haven’t been able to write for various reasons, since my health has been bad.
I’m hoping that the second half of 2024 will show some improvement but in the time being I’ve been trying to imagine my fave trio: Sebardagni in various sickfic scenarios
Like I had one in mind that’s not well formulated bc my brain is not working well enough for more than vague shapes of ideas, but it’s post-apocalyptic.
I don’t like that genre generally because as a chronically ill disabled person, I know how absolutely fucked I would be if society collapsed.
However, one of my fave independent novels I ever read featured this concept, and one of the characters had a chronic lung disease so not having regular access to medicine made his life much harder, and put enormous strain on his husband and family.
So I imagined a scenario in which Sebastian, Agni, and Bard have settled in a remote mountain cabin because it’s removed from some of the dangers of the cities, the air is cleaner for Sebastian to breathe a little easier, and there is plenty of food and resources.
But the problem is that they really should move on, but they can’t travel, not with Sebastian sick, and they’re running out of places to scavenge for medicine. One of them always has to stay behind with Sebastian, so only one can go out at a time.
Bard had been increasingly having to go away for days or even weeks at a stretch, going farther and farther from their home base in an attempt to find medicine for Sebastian and other supplies they can’t make or grow themselves.
It makes Sebastian guilty and anxious that one day Bard won’t come back and it’ll be his fault, and it frustrates him that he can’t help more, or that his partners have to sacrifice so much for him. More than once he’s told them to leave him behind, but they both insist they’d rather die with him than abandon him.
I imagined a particular scene where Sebastian’s health has taken a sharp downturn while Agni has been waiting for Bard to return, and it’s getting to be long enough he’s worried maybe this will be the day Bard never comes home.
But he does, all smiles. He didn’t find medicine, at least not what they’d hoped to find, but he did find a treasure trove of things that were under a collapsed shelf in an asian market a few towns over.
Matcha powder, and a lot of it.
Matcha is highly caffeinated, and it’s related to another molecule that’s often used to treat asthma and other lung conditions, because it helps open the airways. Drinking a lot of caffeine can thus help your breathing a little bit. It’s not medicine, but it definitely helps in a pinch.
I imagine Agni grows what he can for Sebastian, various herbs and plants like marijuana that can help him, and despite the world ending and the challenges of their new lives, ultimately they’re happy.
I think it could be a really lovely story, but I doubt I’ll ever be able to write it.
#black butler#黒執事#sebardagni#sebastian michaelis#bardroy#agni#bard#kuro au inspo#poi og#post apocalyptic au#sickfic#it sounds very fluffy but ofc there would be plenty of angst and whump#i know i am addicted to human sebastian i can’t help it#my headcanons
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Neither SEBASTIAN nor your master were due home for a couple of weeks, so needless to say, you’re surprised to feel someone slipping into bed beside you only a few days after they’d supposedly set sail.
“Don’t be frightened, my dear.” It’s whispered against your skin with a kiss, unmistakably your beloved’s voice. “It’s just me. My apologies; the young lord and I are home rather a bit early.”
That’s an understatement. They were supposed to be away for three weeks, and here he is after three days. You roll over to face him immediately, though. You’ve missed him even for that short time. “That’s not something to be sorry for,” you chuckle.
When you kiss him, his lips rise to meet yours, and he seems so... tired. That’s not an adjective you’ve ever used to describe him before... that it’s been called to mind now is strange. “I missed you. Is everything alright?”
He murmurs into the kiss, “We had a bit of an incident aboard the ship. Unfortunately, it ran into an iceberg.”
“An iceberg?! Oh, my God, are you and Lord Phantomhive okay?” Though he doesn’t seem worried, that news is troubling at best.
“Shh, shh. We’re fine, my darling.” He kisses you again, as if for reassurance that he’s here. “Our master simply thought it... wise... to return rather than book another cruise.”
Well, that’s Ciel. Pragmatic as always. “Thank God. Although,” you tease, “now that you’ve told me that, I’ll never let you go again.” You circle your arms round his waist, pulling him in against you.
When he lets out a groan of discomfort, you know something isn’t quite right here. “... Sebastian? You’re hurt, aren’t you?”
The look in his eyes suggests that he knows there’s no sense trying to lie, even though he considers it. “Regrettably... I was injured helping the young lord escape. You needn’t worry... the worst of it was quickly patched up before we got back to town. It’s just a bit tender, is all.”
“No, no, let me see, sweetheart.” Thankfully he gives no real protest, so you carefully undo the buttons of his shirt. It reveals an angry-looking wound on his side, somewhere between his stomach and chest. It’s been stitched up and cleaned, but it’s still very red and irritated, likely just because it’s a new injury.
You brush the tips of your fingers against it as if inspecting the handiwork of whoever did it. The gesture earns a quiet gasp and a wince from your beloved, prompting you to pull your hand away. “Oh, Sebastian, look at you! Oh, you poor thing. What on Earth happened?”
When you look into his eyes, he’s staring at you with a kind of wonder in them. It seems as if he doesn’t quite know what to do with all the concern you’re giving him. Like he’s surprised to be treated gently. “It doesn’t matter. Please don’t worry. The master has been rather generous; he’s instructed me to simply rest for a week. I’m sure this will heal well in that time.”
“Aaah. I can’t believe... oh, God, my poor dear.” You’re kissing him again in an instant, cupping his cheek with your hand and pressing against him as firmly as you dare. “You don’t worry, alright? I’m going to take good care of you. You’re going to stay in bed and not lift a finger, am I clear?”
A low chuckle reverberates from his chest. “Crystal, my darling. You’re far too kind to me. I suppose some sleep is in order, then... would it be alright for me to be so selfish as to ask if I might lie in your arms?”
You smile and kiss his forehead, guiding his head down toward your chest. One hand stays there, running gingerly through his locks, and the other stays round his waist, being cautious in the way you hold him. “That isn’t selfish... poor love. You just get some rest... I’m right here if you need anything, okay?”
His eyes go wide for a second at the contact, then he seems to settle. “Ah... if you insist. Thank you.” After that, his eyes flutter closed. “I do believe... I have never needed your care before, have I? It might be an interesting experience.”
“Silly boy.” You let your lips come down atop his head, and with your arm around his waist, you begin to run your fingers half-curled up and down his spine. “Get some sleep, sweetheart. Let me know if you need anything at all.”
Within a few minutes, you manage to fall back asleep, and Sebastian is left with little but his thoughts.
Well, his thoughts, and your heartbeat.
Steady against his ear, it’s something he’s never heard before. Not this close. None of his former masters or lovers ever offered him something so... incredibly... soft. He’s never laid with his head upon someone’s chest, listening and feeling their heartbeat.
It’s a beautiful thrum, so strong and so fragile. That duality is something he’s always lived for.
... And you. You.
He lets his eyes remain closed, and for the first time in hundreds of years, burdened by pain and love, the demon sleeps.
#Black Butler#Kuroshitsuji#Sebastian#Sebastian x reader#Sebastian Michaelis#minific#romantic#hurt/comfort#whump#fluff#domestic#YES HI HELLO I HAVE ONLY THIS AND MY TEARS TO OFFER#PLEASE TREAT THE DEMON MAN SOFTLY HE WILL BECOME /SO/ WEAK
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sharing your whumpee with the whump community like:
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(fyi my private discord server is full of Sebastian either getting fucked or getting fucked up so if you're into that you should sign up)
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If anyone was ever interested in reading a fic where Grell (literally) goes through hell while meanwhile her coworkers mourn her and finally realize how important she was to them
Then I have the story for you
Featuring: Ronald being am emotional wreck, William doing the right thing, Eric coping badly, Alan trying to keep it together for Eric, Grell being an absolute badass, and a large amount of red flowers
#fic rec#read it#i contributed#grell sutcliff#ronald knox#black butler#kuroshitsuji#alan humphries#eric slingby#grelliam#shinigami#grelle sutcliff#grell#grelle#black butler fanfiction#kuroshitsuji fanfiction#grell whump#hurt/comfort
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Day 8: Panic Attacks
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler (see, theres some variety in here)
Character: "Ciel" Phantomhive
Implied ship: Ciel & Soma (platonic)
Content warnings: reference to implied (canon compliant) CSA, whumpee is a minor
There was something in Ciel’s chest, a creature thrashing about, desperate to escape. He could feel its claws digging into his lungs, stealing every breath he tried to take. The more he gasped for air, the more the creature lashed out.
He saw their faces too, above him, their black masks twisting their faces into a caricature. Their twisted grins beamed down at him, spouting senseless chatter amongst themselves. A new voice drifted to the forefront, cutting through the deafening buzz in Ciel’s ears.
“…”
“…Ciel, can you hear me?”
“Ciel, what is wrong? Are you okay?”
Ciel was pulled forward, arms wrapping tight around him. Ciel cried out as he prepared himself for the ensuing pain, but nothing came. This touch was warm, not hot. His head rested against silky fabric.
The smell of cinnamon rushed into his nose, cutting a line through the fog in his head. No…those people hadn’t smelled of cinnamon. Ciel forced his eyes open.
He was on his knees, his bare legs leeching the pleasant chill of the tile. Soma was crouched in front of him, his eyes wide in distress as his mouth moved erratically, saying something Ciel couldn’t decipher.
“Soma…” Ciel croaked, “Stop speaking so loudly.”
“Ciel!” Soma cried, squeezing him against his chest. He could feel Soma’s heartbeat, the panicked thudding massaging against his forehead. “I was so worried, you just began hyperventilating and then-”
The smell of cinnamon was intoxicating as Ciel let himself sink forward, eyes slipping shut once again. Any other time, Ciel would have already swatted away Soma and scolded him for causing a scene, but he didn’t have the energy. It certainly wasn’t because Ciel was comfortable, nestled in the arms of the annoying prince.
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#hoozuki no reitetsu#hozuki no reitetsu#hoozuki#kuroshitsuji#black butler#sebastian michaelis#poll#mononoke#kusuriuri#mushishi#ginko#gegege no kitaro#whump
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Last night, I had a dream where Sebastian was captured by some scientists and became an experimental subject, he lost one of his wings, horns, and left finger and losing his right eye. He actually has more scars, bandages and bruises on his body and he can't speak because of his damaged vocal chord (there was a scar on his neck but it was covered with an electric shock collar) and can only let out some noises like growl, hiss and whimper.
Poor Sebby, he was completely traumatised (he was crying in pain by the way)
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Thank you for the submission!
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The moon's a skull, I think it's grinning (7/10)
M, Sebastian/Ciel
When lower-class children start going missing and their families turn up murdered at an alarming rate, Ciel Phantomhive goes undercover and enrols in the Copperfield Ragged School with Sebastian acting as his guardian. Ciel learns a few things about hunger.
Read on AO3 | Chapter 7
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Black Butler - Chapter 188
Tiny spoiler of what happened next :
He was saved just in time and didn't die.
#manga whump#whump#stabbed#blood#unconscious#first aid#baldroy#black butler#kuroshitsuji#i can't get over the artstyle evolution#everyone's glow up is just *chief's kisses*#especially when you compare to the first tomes
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WIP Wednesday: New AU, Sebagni Sickfic
This excerpt is from a new self-indulgent AU I’m working on. It’s set in modern Houston, like many of my fics, with a human Sebastian with a rare chronic illness, a heap of medical (and other) trauma he hasn’t processed, and his new live-in nurse, Agni.
Over the course of the story, Agni gets Seb to heal and accept his intentions as genuine, and the two of them become closer.
Here’s an extra-long snippet to hopefully get you as excited for this as I am, lol.
[No real TW here, but it does deal with medical issues, chronic illness, with minor references to PTSD/panic attacks.]
“This is Agni,” Tanaka said as they approached. “Agni, this is Sebastian.”
Agni smiled. In another life, Sebastian may have appreciated how incredibly handsome he was. He’d always been attracted to tall men, but that was behind him now. No one could look at him like this: stuck in bed, barely able to shift himself, a shell of who he once was, and see him as anything but an object of pity at best, or someone who should be euthanized at worst.
A stab of physical pain as a muscle spasmed in his side, blending with the emotional anguish these thoughts brought forth, the brief image of him that almost made Sebastian choke on a breath. He grunted, then did his best to shove it all out of mind. No way he could let his guard down around a new nurse. No matter how bad he was feeling.
“They outsourcing now?” Sebastian spat bitterly. He watched for Agni’s reaction. He didn’t even twitch, but continued to smile. They always seemed so nice and helpful and friendly when Tanaka was around. But as soon as he and Seb were alone—
“It is a sincere pleasure to meet you,” Agni said formally, without a hint of an accent Sebastian could detect. He felt a tiny sting of guilt for what he’d said, but he dismissed the thought before it could blossom. “Do you prefer I call you Mr. Michaelis, Sebastian, or something else?”
Eyes narrowed with suspicion, he replied, “Sebastian is fine.”
Agni nodded. He took a hesitant step closer. It hadn’t escaped Sebastian’s notice that Tanaka had unconsciously placed himself between them. “Can I ask how your pain is right now?” Agni took a tiny notebook from the pocket of his bag, along with a pen, and began to jot some things down.
Tanaka nodded as if to urge Seb to be honest. But what would that solve? It’s not like Agni could really do anything about his pain. Sebastian was used to it. He hadn’t had a single pain-free day in more than ten years. Unless Agni had a magic wand hidden in his bag, the best he could do would be meaningless platitudes. Like “the new anti-inflammatory medicine will start working and relieve your pain soon,” or some shit like that.
“Why the fuck do you care?” Sebastian spat, not in the mood to make nice.
A small frown crossed Agni’s stunning features before he shifted into what was presumably his sympathetic face. “I would like to make you as comfortable as I can. I’m not here only to attend to simple medical needs like giving you medication. I want to improve your quality of life as much as I can.”
Sebastian scowled. It didn’t help that breathing was harder, the pain magnifying, perhaps exacerbated by stress. If he’d had the strength, he’d have hurled something at him and yelled for Agni to just fucking leave him be.
Agni didn’t need to be a mind reader to gauge Sebastian’s mood, but he was either a very good actor or more patient than most, because he didn’t crack yet. “It seems like you’re uncomfortable right now. Could I examine you quickly?”
No. But behind Agni, Tanaka whispered in Japanese, “Behave. I have a good feeling about this one.”
Subduing a growl, Sebastian nodded. Braced himself for rough handling that would aggravate his pain.
Agni set his bag on the side table and removed some supplies, including antibacterial gel he used to clean his hands before pulling on a pair of blue gloves. His forearms were muscular without being excessive, and Sebastian found himself watching as the man worked, apparently not the type to make meaningless chitchat. That was good, at least.
He hated the ones who felt like they had to constantly fill the silence with their babbling, talking to him like he was a toddler and not a grown man in his 30s.
“Let me slip this on your finger,” he said, not reaching and forcefully grabbing Sebastian’s arms like most nurses would have, but instead waiting for him to offer an index finger for the little oxygen meter he clipped onto the tip. “And now I want to listen to your heart and lungs, if that’s all right?”
Sebastian sighed, winced when it pulled and spiked his pain, but quickly pushed his face into neutral. “Fine.”
Tanaka walked around to the other side of the bed, adjusting the curtains so the shifting sun wouldn’t be in Sebastian’s eyes.
Agni was delicate. He warmed the head of the stethoscope with his hands before slipping it under Sebastian’s T-shirt and listening intently in various spots before asking him to breathe deeply and slowly. He even managed to slide the stethoscope between Sebastian and the bed to listen to his back without him yanking him up and away from the mattress like a sack of potatoes. If Sebastian didn’t know better, Tanaka had told him exactly where his pain was bad today, and he was actually taking that into consideration. Had to be for show.
“How are you feeling right now?” Agni asked as he removed the stethoscope and replaced it in his bag.
“Well, I was going to the opera tonight, but I’m a bit tired, so I may have to cancel my plans.” Sebastian glared at the neglected electric wheelchair in the corner of the room. The one he’d been so excited for when he’d first received it, believing he would have newfound freedom with it, that he’d be less encumbered by his disability and illness. That he would have accepted him—
A wave of nausea overwhelmed him and he had to cup his hand over his mouth.
Agni worked quickly, grabbing a kidney-shaped emesis basin from the table and quickly placing it beneath his chin, deftly sliding a hand behind his back to support him without causing him pain.
But Sebastian was able to swallow it down and shove Agni away as well as his limited strength allowed.
But Agni didn’t seem to mind. He nodded, checked the monitor, and said instead, “Your oxygen levels are a little lower than I would like. Are you having any trouble breathing?”
Sebastian glared, but the jerking of his stomach earlier had caused his entire rib cage to feel like it was aflame, and it was easier not to breathe until the burn got so bad he had to inhale. Despite doing all he could to stay focused and in control, he could feel panic setting in. No. Not now. Not with this new nurse he didn’t know from Adam.
Gasping and gripping the sheets, Sebastian felt darkness swirling in on the edges. He struggled against it, fighting himself, fighting his body, fighting traumatic memories that tried to yank him further away from control.
A warm hand on his head. A mask placed in his face. A soothing, deep voice urging him to breathe, to relax, that he’d be OK. Someone held his hand.
With the machine’s assistance, despite the pain, his lungs filled and emptied due to the shifting pressure, and the dizzy, swimming sensation faded to clarity. He hated relying on this thing. The bipap machine. But it helped when his muscles were especially weak, or in moments like this. Let him rest. Without fear he’d stop breathing.
Agni pulled something else from his bag. A small tube. “Have you ever used this ointment before? It’s a topical anti-inflammatory, and I’ve had many of my patients swear by it. I could put some where your pain is worst, if you’d like.”
Go fuck yourself, Sebastian wanted to say, but he was too drained.
Tanaka squeezed his hand as if to encourage him to accept Agni’s help.
“It absorbs quickly, so you don’t need to use too much. I’ll be as gentle as I can.”
Sebastian offered a small nod and pointed lazily to his torso and back. His heart was still racing, and he would have preferred Tanaka do this, but that would take more energy to explain than he had right now.
Over the next few minutes, Agni carefully applied the medicated cream to Sebastian’s sides and back, Tanaka letting Seb lean against him to ease the strain as the nurse coated his back with it. Sebastian was almost stoic through it all, and yet somehow Agni seemed to have a sixth sense for where his pain was worst, concentrating his ministrations there while keeping his touch feather-light.
Then, with Tanaka’s help, he shifted Sebastian onto his side, layering pillows to support his most painful areas. Agni worked slowly so as to minimize spiking his pain. No nurse had treated him so gently or with so much consideration. If he hadn’t had dozens of bad examples, he might have been tempted to believe Agni actually did care.
“This’ll take some strain off your ribs,” Agni said in a low, rich voice.
Now that the adrenaline crash was hitting him, and the cream was dulling the pain, exhaustion began to pull Sebastian so strongly he struggled to keep his eyes open.
“Get some rest. I’ll check on you later.” Agni slipped the call button into Sebastian’s hand, petting it momentarily as if to give him reassurance, though it felt patrionizing. Still, it was considerate enough. Meant if he woke up in agony he wouldn’t have to move to call for help.
Tanaka stroked Sebastian’s arm soothingly before pulling the blankets up around him. “The heated blanket will help,” he whispered. “Sleep for a while.”
Sebastian gave up fighting and let his lids slide closed.
I hope you enjoyed this! If you do, let me know..!
I’m really hoping I’ll be able to post the first chapter of this this month.
Reblogs are always appreciated !!
Special thanks to @apocalypticromantic666 for all their encouragement and support!!
#黒執事#black butler#wip wednesday#sebastian michaelis#agni#sebagni#tanaka#nurse agni#spoonie sebastian#Tanaka is like Seb’s dad here#modern au#human sebastian#whump#angst#hurt/comfort#poi writes#yea another au lol#sebagni spoonie au#I need a real title for this lol#synchronize au
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Scenario: Edward, Charles Grey, Ciel, Alois, (male) Grell, and Ronald watching their S/O getting shot-not fatal but pretty severe enough to where it's touch and go before they pull through
my character limit for scenarios is 3, so I did reactions instead to make sure I got everyone in!
these got a lil bit longer than I usually make reactions... but that's ok! because it broke my heart :')
God, no… no, this can’t be happening, can it?! He can’t lose someone else… not like this…! To watch him react to it, it’s like watching an ‘instant motion’ button be hit. One second he’s frozen, and as soon as (Name) has been shot actually registers in his mind, he’s running over to be by their side. It triggers memories of how he tried to wake Luka as a child, not knowing what had happened, but this time he knows what happened. He’s sobbing when he reaches them, cradling them in his arms and patting at their face to keep them alert. All the while he’s screaming for one of his servants to do something, get someone, because he doesn’t want to leave (Name). By the time they all get to hospital, Alois is covered in blood from holding them and can’t stop crying as he waits for news; nobody really knows how to calm him down. Besides, a person should react in shock when their S/O gets shot, right? As far as everyone else is concerned, this is the healthiest overreaction to anything that the earl has had in a long time.
Thank God, it’s a huge weight lifted off his shoulders when the doctors come to tell him that (Name) is probably going to be alright. Even though it’s going to be a long recovery, that they’re not completely out of trouble… they’re alive. They’re still here. The second Alois is told he’s allowed to see them, he spends every waking moment (and many sleeping moments) in their room, holding their hand. It’s not going to be easy getting them back on their feet… he’ll be there, though. Right by their side, where he belongs. He almost lost them, and he knows how lucky he is that he still has them.
What’s happening…?! The world suddenly moves in slow motion, and he sees every second of that bullet entering their body. It’s horrifying, it’s torture, and despite moving slowly, it all happens too fast for him to actually do a thing to stop it. He’s down on the ground next to them half a second after the bullet hits. He’s hoping that Sebastian will know instinctively to take care of the attacker, so Ciel busies himself with pressing a shaking hand against (Name)’s wound, as hard as he can. Even when they might yelp at the pain, he grits his teeth and doesn’t let up. The more pressure he can keep on it, the more it might keep the bleeding under control, the less blood they’ll lose, the less chance that he’ll lose them. As soon as he notices his ever faithful butler coming into frame, he shouts for Sebastian to get them to hospital. “Keep (Name) alive, and that’s an order!” He has never issued an order so ferociously before, and he likely doesn’t even realize he’s crying as he orders it.
Of course, at hospital while he waits for news, he’s crying (and trying to suppress it) enough that he nearly works himself into an asthma attack. He can’t imagine losing his S/O, this person who’s stayed by his side, who he’s planned to spend the rest of his life with. He manages to hold it together for long enough to be told that (Name) is going to live, finally, so he’s able to calm down. While his mind is still going just as fast as that bullet, he’s flooded with relief. He regains his composure, and even though he isn’t in their recovery room all the time, he does spend the first night there sleeping on a bench by their bed. He makes sure things are just right at the manor for when they’re able to come home… and sets about finding the person who did this. No one gets away with shooting Ciel Phantomhive’s partner.
Get out of the way, they need to move—! What the hell is going on?! He tries to warn them, maybe because his trained ears heard the click of someone readying a gun to fire, maybe because he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. Why anyone would want to shoot his S/O, he’s not sure, other than the possibility of it being to get to him; it’s unfortunate, but his family does have enemies. Although he couldn’t stop it from happening, he hurries to get (Name) out of danger, and he’s doing his very best not to lose his head. Stiff upper lip, right? He knows it will be harder to help them if he doesn’t keep his bearings. He raises his voice a little to tell his beloved that he needs them to follow him, as he pulls out his handkerchief to hold against the wound. Much as it makes him wince to have (Name) crying because he’s using so much pressure in an effort to stem the bleeding, he knows he has to do it. And, he doesn’t think he’s ever moved so fast in his life as he moves to get them to hospital.
While they’re being tended to, he manages to get a hold of his sister, at least, so he brings Lizzie and Paula to sit with him. Not only does he know that Lizzie adores (Name), he also very much doesn’t want to be alone letting his thoughts run wild. Being able to comfort his crying sister keeps his head grounded. The more he tells Lizzie that everything is going to be okay, (Name) will be fine, it reinforces that for himself too. At last he’s able to see them, and the relief that they’re still alive crashes into him like a wave. He’ll deal with the mystery of exactly what happened later… for now, he just wants to focus on helping them recover. Whatever they might need, he’s here for them.
What the bloody devil is going on around here?! Why didn’t they move…? They’re smarter than that, he knows they are! Much like Alois, Grell’s first instinct is to freeze up, like his mind is denying the reality he’s seeing play out before him. He just can’t believe that it’s happening. Not to them. This is like something he sees when he takes souls, like something he knows will happen when he sees a new name in his ledger. But this… this is (Name). They’re not another name in his ledger. They’re his partner, and he is not going to just let them die. Ever defiant of the rules, he first eliminates the threat of them being shot again by absolutely tearing into the person who attacked them. He doesn’t care whether he’s incapacitated them or killed the shooter; he just cares that they can’t hurt his S/O a second time. His beloved chainsaw is left behind, and he yells for whoever he’s been roped into mentoring that they need to grab it and do the paperwork, because his hands suddenly got very full. The good news is, thanks to Reapers being supernatural, (Name) is at the hospital fast enough that they haven’t lost much blood by the time the doctors start working to save them.
However, Grell can’t just sit still and wait. Their blood is all over his hands as he tried to keep pressure on their wound while getting them here, and for once, he’s almost nauseated by the color red. He paces, ignoring everyone else, perhaps going so far as to kick a door or two in frustration. He should have been able to help (Name). He feels useless, and two seconds after he’s told he can go see them, he’s at their bedside. Terribly romantic, this one… he holds their hand, he stays the night, he kisses them as many times as he thinks they can tolerate right now. Once they get out of here, he’s going to find a way to avoid work so he can take good care of them at home. He has nightmares about them becoming another corpse in the endless parade of death that fills his days, and it very nearly became something real. Suffice it to say, he’s going to dote on them so much they’ll be absolutely sick of him in a week… in the best way possible.
No, no, no, no, no! Has the world gone blinking mad? Why would anyone shoot at (Name)?! To get to him…? Although he tries his best to deflect the bullet with his sword… he’s too emotional, when he sees it heading for his partner, he becomes less accurate than he otherwise would be. He can’t stop it, he can’t do a damn thing, really. He loses his own balance for a moment, and scrambles over to press his hands against the wound his S/O has just gotten. He doesn’t know what else to do, other than be angry. The only saving grace is that he doesn’t need to give orders — Phipps went on the alert and dealt with the threat immediately, so there’s no danger of another bullet being fired. Not only that, compared to Grey almost losing his head in panic, his friend is much better under these circumstances. Phipps ushers them both into a carriage and is able to help put additional pressure on (Name)’s wound whilst they get to hospital as fast as is humanly possible. Grey, on the other hand, is starting to cry and hyperventilating, his hands shaking, begging (Name) not to leave him, to hang on, don’t they dare close their eyes, if he has to smack their cheek to keep them awake, he’ll do it!
All that passion and energy of his translates into anxiety during moments of high stress. Grey is terrible at playing the waiting game once the doctors whisk his lover away, and he can’t even sit down. His nerves are shot so much so that the entire time the doctors are working, he’s just babbling away to Phipps. One can tell he’s not talking because he has anything to actually say, he’s talking because he’s terrified of the silence if he stops. Finally, he rushes into the room as soon as he’s able, but he’s afraid to touch (Name) too much. They’re fragile right now and he knows it, and he doesn’t want to make their pain worse. So, anyone Phipps might tell wouldn’t believe him that Grey is uncharacteristically gentle with them. The good part? Grey is able to give his lover the best of everything while they recover, and when they get home, he makes sure they’re comfortable. He’s… unsettled that he came so close to losing them. Despite that he doesn’t know how, he’s struck by the thought that he needs to be more careful with them.
Wait, no, wait, wait—!! He needs to stop this, somehow! He just… he can’t… his lover can’t have just been shot, can they?! There is, of course, no way to stop a bullet from hitting a target once it’s been fired, aside from finding another target. Unfortunately, he’s not very fast about moving when he’s in shock, and, well, seeing one’s S/O being shot will shock a man. When he snaps out of it only a second after hearing their cries of pain, any worries about the attacker are just ignored in favor of trying to get (Name) to hospital. If he can get them out of harm’s way, maybe they won’t be shot a second time, and maybe he can get them some help. Hopefully he’s being mentored that day, so he can shout for his mentor to help; with any luck, they’ll get everything else straightened out while Ronald rushes his S/O to the nearest hospital. He tries to stop the bleeding, but he’s been trained to assist death, not stop it, so his techniques are a little lacking, and mostly he just ends up with blood covering him.
He just sits after he turns (Name) over to the doctors, he sits and tries to pray. He doesn’t think he’s very good at it… he still tries. He thinks if there is a God, at least He or She or They wouldn’t just let an innocent person die like that, right? That said, he doesn’t hold much faith in his own attempts at prayer, so he’s left sitting in a chair, violently hoping that the doctors know what they’re doing. He doesn’t really know what else to do. Thankfully, he’s able to see his S/O pretty soon, although he does much the same thing. He sits by their bed, running his fingers through their hair and telling them how much he loves them. That as soon as the doctors give them the go-ahead, he’s going to take them home, stay back from work for a bit, tend to them. It’s probably one of the few times (Name) ever sees that ever-cheerful smile of his turn into something softer, as he takes care of them.
#gun violence tw#twilightlover2007#Black Butler#Kuroshitsuji#Alois#Ciel#Edward#Grell#Grey#Ronald#reaction#romantic#angst#drama#whump#AAAAAAAAAA ME HEART#one hell of a queue
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Emeto list
Thought I'd post this now. I've got quite the list building up, and frequently add to it. Enjoy!
Anime:
Tokyo Ghoul
S1, Ep 1 (15:20)
S1, Ep 2 (0:14, 13:29)
S1, Ep 3 (7:57)
S3, Ep 9 (17:57)
S3, Ep 15 (14:10)
Saiki K
S1, Ep 2 (5:18)
S1, Ep 12 (10:10)
S1, Ep 17 (20:10)
S2, Ep 6 (9:04)
S2, Ep 11 (2:47)
My Hero Academia
S1, Ep 3 (11:28)
S2, Ep 25 (37 - 6:53)
S5, Ep 20 (108 - 9:00)
S5, Ep 21 (109 - 17:49)
S5, Ep 23 (111 - 19:49)
Haikyuu
S1, Ep 3 (21:16)
S1, Ep 5 (22:15)
S2, Ep 12 (1:20)
OVA (vs Failing Marks - 21:16)
S2, Ep 17 (16:22)
Black Butler
S1, Ep 5 (7:32)
S2, Ep 5(29 - 18:37)
S3, Ep 5 (41 - 17:39)
S3, Ep 9 (45 - 19:51)
Jujutsu Kaisen
Ep 23 (13:40)
Attack on Titan
S1, Ep 5 (11:04)
S3, Ep 39 (10:17)
S3, Ep 49 (15:17)
S3, Ep 56 (4:45)
S4, Ep 62 (10:38)
S4, Ep 83 (20:20)
Bungou Stray Dogs
S1, Ep 11 (15:17)
S4, Ep 37 (12:42)
S5, Ep 52 (4:58, 5:30)
Welcome To the Ballroom
Ep 22 (7:48)
Gintama
Ep 2 (5:53)
Ep 35 (16:48)
Ep 57 (9:09)
Ep 65 (15:35)
Ep 239 (4:54, 6:09, 7:19)
Ep 252 (9:17)
Naruto
S1, Ep 11 (9:15)
S2, Ep 2 (28 - 12:42)
S2, Ep 6 (32 - 2:40)
Re: Zero
Ep 5 (22:55)
Ep 8 (15:38)
Ep 15 (0:33)
Ep 37 (3:42)
Ep 38 (16:54)
Evangelion 3.0+1.0
(24:05, 30:23)
Black Lagoon
S1, Ep 1 (19:28)
S2, Ep1 (18:15)
Run with the Wind
Ep 7 (3:09)
Ep 12 (11:08)
Ep 16 (13:46)
Zombie Land Saga
S2 Ep 1 (11:56)
Deadman Wonderland
Ep 5 (19:28, 21:24)
Mob Psycho 100
S2 Ep 6 (17:48)
S3, Ep 8 (1:30)
Beyond the Boundary
Ep 6 (12:47)
The God of Highschool
Ep 5 (0:57)
Rent-a-Girlfriend
Ep 18 (16:54, 19:33)
The Eden of Grisaia
Ep 3 (4:43, 11:01, 13:34)
Chainsaw Man
Ep 7 (19:27)
Number24
Ep 11 (20:14)
One Piece (whump)
Zoro: Ep 402 (22:35), Ep 403 (22:50)
Luffy: Ep 393 (8:08)
Live Action
Ep 2 (38:16)
Ep 4 (26:00, 33:56)
Ep 5 (37:50)
Kdrama & etc:
KinnPorsche
Ep 2 (37:45)
Ep 4 (47:34)
Ep 9 (4:42, 24:53)
Danger Zone: The Dark Night
Ep 1 (13:54, 19:30)
Live action/Sitcom:
It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia
S6, Ep 1 (18:02)
S6, Ep 4 (15:10)
S6, Ep 7 (18:00)
S7, Ep 2 (10:05)
S9, Ep 7 (14:56)
How I Met Your Mother
S1, Ep 15 (17:33)
S2, Ep 16 (10:07)
S5, Ep 17 (15:34)
S6, Ep 6 (6:49)
S9, Ep 1 (6:08)
S9, Ep 8 (12:57)
S9, Ep 17 (1:00)
Supernatural
S2, Ep 3 (6:30)
S2, Ep 11 (20:22)
S3, Ep 9 (21:30)
S4, Ep 8 (21:18)
S5, Ep 21 (9:37)
S6, Ep 5 (37:50)
S6, Ep 15 (7:38)
S8, Ep 12 (10:05)
S9, Ep 23 (2:52)
S11, Ep 10 (8:33)
S11, Ep 17 (30:52)
S15, Ep 10 (24:20)
The magicians
S3, Ep 3 (38:22)
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