Hi, I noticed your blog while looking at some Black Butler material and was wondering if I could submit a request.
Namely, Beast and a vampire reader (male preferred but G/N okay too). Maybe with a little angst in that reader works for Ciel and Beast's wanting to get out of the Circus's kidnappings, especially since her new beau gives that opportunity, but a fluffy end featuring if she did leave before Joker and the gang went after Ciel.
❝ BLACK BUTLER — SCENARIO ❞
❝ Beast x VAMPIRE!READER ❞
The first time Beast sees you, she assumes you are just another shadow belonging to Ciel Phantomhive. You stand near him like you belong there, quiet and still, your presence blending too easily into the background. Most people would overlook you, but Beast doesn’t. She notices the way you hold yourself, the unnatural stillness, the way your gaze lingers just a little too long. Something about you feels wrong in a way she cannot ignore.
The next time you meet, it is alone. She slips away from the circus, needing space from the noise and the weight she refuses to name, only to find you already there. Her hand goes to her knife immediately, instincts sharp, but you do not move. You simply look at her, calm in a way that unsettles her more than any threat could. She expects you to warn her, to threaten her, to expose her, but instead you step back and give her space. That confuses her more than anything else.
After that, the meetings become frequent. Small moments stolen in the dark, behind tents, in quiet corners where neither of you are meant to be. At first she tells herself it is caution, that she is simply keeping an eye on something that might become dangerous. But then you start speaking to her differently. Not like she is part of the circus. Not like she is bound to it.
“You don’t belong there,” you tell her one night.
She brushes it off, quick to deflect, but the words stay. Because they are true. She has hesitated too many times, felt that guilt settle too deeply to ignore. The circus gave her purpose, gave her people, but it also gave her something she cannot escape. Something heavy.
Then you say something she never expected to hear.
“You could leave. With me.”
That is the moment everything shifts. For the first time, she looks at you not as something strange tied to the Earl, but as a possibility. A real one. It terrifies her more than anything else, because it means she has a choice, and choices have consequences.
She should walk away. She should report you. She should stay where she belongs.
Instead, she keeps coming back. Keeps listening. And you never push her, never force her hand. You just stay, steady and patient, offering something she has never truly had before. An out.
The decision comes quietly. No dramatic moment, no confrontation. Just a realization she can no longer ignore. She cannot keep living like this. She cannot keep being part of something that hurts others, no matter how much she cares for the people beside her.
She finds you before dawn.
“I’m leaving,” she says, voice firm for the first time.
You don’t question it. You don’t hesitate. You just nod, like you knew she would get there eventually.
Leaving is easier than she expected. No one sees. No one stops her. The circus continues behind her, unaware that one of its own has finally slipped free. She doesn’t look back.
Life after is… unfamiliar. Quiet in a way that feels almost wrong at first. There are no orders, no performances, no constant pressure weighing her down. Just space. Just time.
At first, she doesn’t know what to do with it. She fills the silence with movement, with restless habits that haven’t quite faded yet. You don’t stop her. You simply stay close, steady and unchanging.
Slowly, she softens. The tension in her shoulders eases. She laughs more easily. Sleeps more deeply. Stops reaching for a weapon at every small sound.
One evening, without thinking, she leans against you. It is small, almost unnoticeable, but it says everything she cannot put into words.
“You’re not gonna disappear on me, right?” she asks quietly.
You take her hand, your touch cool but steady, grounding.
And for the first time in a long time, Beast allows herself to believe it.
