🎩 Black Butler
Sebastian: You seem rather calm for a human in a demon’s company.
[Name]: Oh, I’m not human.
Ciel: …Then what are you?
[Name]: Tired.
Sebastian: smiles fondly Ah. My kind of creature.
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🎩 Black Butler
Sebastian: You seem rather calm for a human in a demon’s company.
[Name]: Oh, I’m not human.
Ciel: …Then what are you?
[Name]: Tired.
Sebastian: smiles fondly Ah. My kind of creature.

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Yandere Black Butler characters (Sebastian, Ciel, Alois, Claude, Grell, William, undertaker, Agni and Soma) reaction to a s/o who hides a moth tattoo on the front of her neck but she covers it up with makeup to avoid discrimination from the public.
(Ignore this if you want. it's a bit of a weird ask, but I had this in my head for a while)
Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, clinginess, overprotective behavior, abduction
Tags: @lovley-valentine7 @leveyani @chxxz @vxleriaris
༊*·˚ 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖗 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖉
INCLUDES | Ciel, Sebastian, Grell, Undertaker, Alois, Vincent,
READER | Gn
GENRE | Fluff, Headcanons
WARNINGS | Mention of the word seductive in a non suggestive way
WORD COUNT | 0.3k (50ish per character)
A/N | Is there any other character from Black Butler who'd you like me to add to these headcanons? Please let me know :D
II) Lover scenario
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❥ More than that > reader x male lover
Fluff, sleep, unconscious, kissing, touching, mild suggestive, hugging
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It was 9pm
When Your lover came homelate his excuse? His co-workers wanted to hangout with him there was no harm in bonding with them. And, knowing you you would be more than happy to hear he grew close with others since you tend to encourage it.
He knew your habits like on the back of his hand at nine you would slow down your routine get ready for sleep so he was full on expecting you to do your usual stretch or another quiet hobby like watching a show or reading.
But this was a rare sight.
Your legs were on top of the couch. Like your pretty feet was full on dangling there on the backrest. His brow was raised in contemplation while taking a step towards you wondering if you found a new hobby that made you in the new position but no,
oh dear, his heart skips a beat.
You fell asleep.
You were hugging your phone, while your hair was tossed to cover the pillow, you didn't look ready for bed like you usually do. It took a while but he arrives to a conclusion. Seriously would it hurt to ask him to come home early? You always say you don't like texting because it's a hassle. You prefer face to face interaction only when he's around you would be honest with your intentions seeing that phone on your chest. you were waiting for him to text you when he'd come home.
It made his heart ache at how cute you can be sometimes dispute your ego.
His eyes drank in the sight of you letting out a sigh recognizing your sleeping habits that he grew familiar to. He doesn't know why, but whenever you'd sleep you tend to lift up your shirt until it shows your sweet subtle waist till your bra band,
Or more .
It was a question he never got an answer to he really doesn't get why. Not that he's complaining about it, it's just one of the unimportant things that tend to linger in one's mind. Perhaps it's cause you had a phase where you slept naked, who knows? But because of this habit of yours he had developed his own habit.
He leans in towards your lower abdomen kissing the skin his lips lingered on it that when he pulled away it was coated with slight wetness of his lips. He knows that's where's a baby tend to be planted if you guys decide to have one. But regardless of not having one he came to love that part of you often kissed you there. The habit became obvious whenever he sees you asleep.
“seriously what are you doing to me my love” he mutters as he looks up at your docile state unconscious. He didn't think he would put so much effort in a girl but you proved him wrong, You had trust issues heck it took a long time for him to win you over then you get overstimulated easily he couldn't touch you if he didn't do it right it makes you annoyed but seeing you sleeping Infront if him. Made him realize how much you trust him now.
He could do anything while you're unconscious you knew about it. You voiced your concerns about the possibilities but now it's all worth it he's the closest that anyone will ever be to you...
How can he not take pride in that?
You were a hard nut to crack but it was all worth it in his opinion although he'd be dead if you find out he kissed your tummy whenever you're sleeping. He can already picture the endless teasing. He kissed the corner of your lip ready to get off you.
But to his surprised
You grabbed his wrist pulled him back on the couch. Without letting him process it you went up on his chest nuzzling your face into his neck planting a soft kiss on it.
He'd be lying if he said he wasn't blushing.
“L-love” his voice cracked as he gazed down at you he gulped parting his lip about to speak but you cut him off “I waited for you, is that all you're gonna give me?” you muttered making his face rival the redness of a tomato
“I didn't think you'd be so needy today ” he murmured covering half of his face. He can't comprehend this normally your arousal state would be near you period..
What date is it today.
Your lips crashed into his before he could remind himself. He knew it was coming but it never fail to make him weak he feels himself shiver while holding the couch fabric for any semblance of stability.
But you're too much of a weakness for him. Any more it's enough to make him fall to his knees. He lets out a moan louder than usual when you let your tongue in. The loud volume took you by surprise making you pull back rose an eyebrow at his reaction before a chuckle slips out of your mouth in amusement.
He never fail to amuse you and you love that about him.
His eyes hover to the side feeling embarrassed by his out burst. He didn't wanna believe that was him but your reaction says it all “stop laughing ” he grumbles flustered at your burst before your laughter dies down shaking your head.
Your expression was soft being beside him always manages to make you feel better suddenly that heavy feeling felt lighter. But is it gone? No.
You need more.
More than that to feel much better.
He knows.
It's not everyday you wait for him when you are being transparent like this it's because you want him to know how much you want him. You are careful you knew he picks up on detail that's why you calculate every movement it's sad you have to act like this that's why he savours every drop of transparency that you let out.
It's too good
It's addictive
You're addictive
It makes him want more
And he knows the question is coming
“sorry that was a bit much but, ” your voice was soft like lullaby to his ear you finger on his cheek was like carefully tracing a textured art work he loves the attention. The attention that is so hard to grab.
“ you don't need to apologize I was just surprised ” it was true you didn't because he loved it soo much he wants more you can see it in your eyes you both can't help but feel lucky to have a partner that understands you guys better than anyone.
This is your guys home. A home where you both can be honest with each other in. A safe place that will never be tainted.
Savour it
Love it
Cause time is limited
You don't know when the clock will stop ticking
That's how you guys feel with each other inside the house.
More.
I need more time with you
“that's a relief than lovely, can i have more?” your voice rung your thirst was obvious and he loves it. You both could be obsessed with each other and you guys don't care.
“you can more than that my love ”
If you want more and more is what you'll get.
You guys are willing to give each other more than anything in this world.
Because to you guys you both had excided more than that with each other.
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Turns out he was right next morning you got your period.
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⢷A/n: as always thanks for reading luv you bub<3
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Hi, can you do a Ciel x reader?
Something like fem reader who is friends with Lizzy bit Ciel actually likes her or anything like that
𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔰
Ciel Phantomhive x fem!reader
w/c: 1784 c/w: a little angst, hurt/comfort A/N: I really love the black butler (╥ ᴗ ╥) but for some reason I have a hard time writing again... also no matter how often I do it, I'm still bad at tagging (ᵕ—ᴗ—) not sure if I'll ever learn it. Maybe it's also because I'm very much unsure what I'm even writing and to where it aactually belongs too... Anyway, please enjoy and thank you for the request! (and sorry for the wait...)
"Lizzy, go slower." (Y/n) said as she got dragged by her wrists by her best friend.
"Come on! Ciel is waiting for us!" Elizabeth, her best friend, didn't even stop for a breather and continued to drag her up the stairs towards the Phantomhive Manor. Their maid and butler followed after them, (Y/n) butler slowly followed while Paula quickly ran after them as they neared the front door of the manor.
Before one could even knock on the door they swung opened and the Phantomhive's butler came into view. Sebastian Michaelis greeted them with his usual smile and bowed. "Good morning, Ladies. Please do come in."
Without hesitation Lizzy skipped passed Sebastian, still dragging (Y/n) behind her. She quickly gave a greeting to Sebastian as she gets dragged through the door and tried to not stumble over her own feet. Sebastian chuckles as he waits for Paula and (B/n) to enter the manor before closing the door behind them.
"Ciel!!"
"Hello, Elizabeth. (Y/n)."
"Hello, Ciel." (Y/n) greeted Ciel calmly, at least as calm as she could after getting dragged towards and inside the Phantomhive manor. Meanwhile, Elizabeth placed her hands on her hips of her pink dress, while also finally letting go of her friends wrist, and pouted as she looked at her finacee.

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Tea for two: A friendship with Ciel
“A friendship with Sebastian”
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ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ: Headcanons
ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ: Ciel Phantomhive & GN! Reader (platonic)
ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: Death mention, power imbalance, emotional repression/grief, protective behavior, mentions of violence.
—Ciel doesn’t trust easily, but over time, you’ve become one of the very few people he allows into his personal sphere.
—He doesn’t say “I trust you” outright, but the fact that he lets you stay in the room when he’s working, or occasionally asks for your opinion, says enough.
—Sebastian notices immediately how relaxed Ciel is around you, even if the boy would never admit it.
ciel phantomhive angst to fluff you guys get into and argument and you leave the estate accidentally getting hurt and finally showed up after 3 days.
Ciel and you getting into a fight/argument and coming back home hurt would include.
angst to fluff headcannons.
The argument starts over something small on the surface, but not small underneath. You question the way he shuts everyone out, or you call him cruel when he dismisses your concern with that cold, clipped little voice of his. Ciel hates when people pry, and he hates even more when the person doing it is someone whose opinion actually matters to him.
He says something precise and cutting, the kind of sentence meant to end the conversation immediately. Something like, “If you cannot endure life at this estate, then leave.” He means it as a defense, not a true dismissal, but Ciel has always been better at wounding than confessing.
You leave before he can take it back, and that is what unsettles him first. Usually you push back. Usually you stay. The quiet after the door closes is worse than the shouting.
At first, Ciel tells himself you will return by evening. He buries himself in paperwork, acts irritated when Sebastian asks if he should send someone after you, and insists that you are old enough to manage your own temper.
But when night falls and you still have not come back, the manor feels wrong. Too still. Too large. Too empty in a way he cannot ignore.
He orders Sebastian to find you in a tone so cold it almost sounds calm, but Sebastian notices immediately: Ciel’s hand is gripping the arm of his chair too tightly, and his teacup sits untouched because he is too anxious to drink.
The longer you are gone, the worse Ciel gets. He stops sleeping properly. He snaps at everyone. He starts asking Sebastian for updates more often than his pride can hide, pretending each question is only for efficiency’s sake.
When Sebastian reports signs that you may have been injured, Ciel goes still. Completely still. That is always when he is most afraid. His mind goes to every worst possibility at once, and because of his trauma, once fear takes hold, it does not stay reasonable.
He becomes furious, but mostly at himself. He replays the argument over and over, picking apart every word like a chess move he should have anticipated. In his mind, he made the wrong move and now you have paid the price.
By the second day, he has not touched most of his meals. Even when Sebastian places desserts in front of him, his favorites, Ciel barely looks at them. The servants notice, though no one says much aloud.
He absolutely tries to mask his worry as irritation. “When they return, they will answer for this disgraceful behavior.” But his voice is strained, and everyone in the room knows punishment is not what he is thinking about.
If your disappearance lasts three full days, Ciel starts imagining that he has lost you for good. That thought affects him more deeply than he wants to admit, because loss is never just loss to him; it drags old grief up by the throat.
When you finally appear at the estate, hurt, exhausted, and barely standing, Ciel’s first reaction is not softness. It is shock, then anger, then relief so intense it nearly makes him look unsteady.
He does not run to you. Ciel is not that sort of person. But he stands so abruptly that his chair scrapes hard against the floor, and for one awful second he looks younger than he ever allows himself to seem.
His first words are sharp: “Where have you been?” But the second he sees the extent of your injuries, his expression changes. Not openly. Not dramatically. Just that tiny crack in his composure that makes his eyes look wider and his mouth pull tight.
He orders Sebastian to treat you immediately. Not asks. Orders. His voice takes on that hard, noble authority, because if he lets himself sound relieved, he thinks he may lose what little control he has left.
He stays nearby the entire time, even if he pretends he is only there to ensure the work is done properly. He watches every bandage, every flinch, every sign of pain. If you hiss when your wounds are cleaned, his hand clenches at his side.
Once the room is quieter and the panic has worn into exhaustion, that is when the real hurt comes out. Ciel asks, more quietly, “Did you truly intend not to come back?” That question is the closest thing to a confession he can manage at first.
If you apologize, he looks away. Not because he does not care, but because he cares too much. He hates that you can make his chest feel tight with anger and relief at the same time.
He will admit, in his own Ciel way, that he was worried. Not “I was worried sick,” not anything easy or warm. More like, “You were gone for three days. Your behavior was reckless... and unacceptable.” The pause before the last words gives him away.
If you tell him he hurt you first, he actually listens. He may bristle, he may frown, he may look offended for a moment, but he listens. Ciel respects honesty when it comes from someone he trusts, even when it stings.
His apology is awkward and imperfect, which makes it feel more genuine. “I spoke thoughtlessly.” Or, after a long silence, “You should not have left like that... but I should not have said what I did.” For Ciel, that is enormous.
After that, his version of fluff is subtle but unmistakable. He has your room prepared more comfortably. He makes sure your meals are brought on time. He orders medicine before you have to ask. He notices when you are cold and has extra blankets appear without comment.
He also becomes far less tolerant of you going anywhere alone while injured. If you try to get up too quickly, he gives you a severe look and tells you to sit down. He frames it as annoyance, but it is really protectiveness sharpened into command.
Ciel would probably sit with you late at night once the estate is quiet, pretending to read or handle documents while really making sure you are still there. The comfort is not in what he says; it is in the fact that he stays.
If you fall asleep near him, he does not wake you right away. He might complain later that you are troublesome, but in the moment he simply watches, silent and tired, grateful in a way he cannot voice.
The softest moment comes when you catch him in a rare unguarded second. Maybe your hand brushes his sleeve and he does not pull away. Maybe he says your name very quietly, like he is confirming to himself that you are real and home.
He would never become suddenly easy with affection, but after this, he is more careful with his words around you. Not gentle, exactly. Just deliberate. Ciel learns from pain, and nearly losing you would leave a mark.
You become one of the few people who can see the frightened boy beneath the title, the revenge, the eye patch, and all that pride. And after those three days, Ciel knows something he can no longer deny: the thought of losing you unsettles him far more than he ever wanted.
So the ending is not dramatic. It is quieter than that. A cup of tea placed near your bedside. A stern reminder to rest. His chair dragged closer than usual. And Ciel, in the dim light, staying with you long after he has run out of excuses to remain.
hi! can you do ciel and alois (separate) with fem s/o whos an assassin? sorry if you dont do more than 1 charector!
Alois Trancy (older)
Alois has started to notice that you are more distant than usual.
This would really worry Alois.
Alois is, well… Alois, so he wouldn't really react well.
He would actually be furious and an argument would ensue.
Too bad Alois' argumentation skills aren't the best.
Alois would be really upset that you didn't tell him about this earlier and that you did this behind his back.
No, he doesn't really care that… well, you're working as a assassin.
Oh yes, his priorities are indeed in order.
*sarcasm*
However, you'd better stop your job because it really doesn't sit right with Alois.
Alois would be really clingy with his partner and that would make it really difficult to get the job done.
You'd better quit this little "side job" of yours.
He doesn't intend to lose you or share you with others.
Alois could be really stubborn if he wanted to, so be careful.
Alois would be mildly interested in your profession, but it would definitely not be a good idea to give him more ways to be violent.
Poor everyone else expect you lol
Ciel Phantomhive (older)
Ciel had noticed your strange behavior.
You thought you were secretive but you really aren't.
Ciel would probably try to work things out peacefully with you.
Keeping secrets would be difficult when the other party had a demon as their butler.
Ciel would probably be a little disappointed that you didn't tell him sooner, but he would try to understand.
After all, Ciel wouldn't have told you everything about himself either.
He would be very worried about you.
Ciel would have already experienced the loss of loved ones and he wouldn't want you to be in danger.
You should probably have a long talk about this.
Ciel would be interested in why you chose this particular profession.
He would definitely help you in any way possible so that you don't have to go back.
If you wanted to talk to Ciel, he would definitely listen to you.
He's actually a pretty good and caring partner.