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synopsis. Ballrooms are meant for dancing, but a young boy attending your party doesn't seem to agree with that statement. I wonder why that is?

cw. female reader

─ CIEL PHANTOMHIVE

A ball, you had decided to host that night. You weren't too enthusiastic about the task of finding a suitor, but that's the weight that comes with being a lady of high status. Although you were young, prearranged marriages were common amongst aristocrats, you were no exception.

However, you drew the high end of the stick, and your parents were generous enough to allow you to attempt to find a suitor for yourself. They would have to approve of course, considering you were to be the next family heir, they wouldn't want you going off marrying someone without a well-known name. You weren't too upset about this condition anyways given that it was to be expected.

The task proved harder than you had assumed, but there was no pressure coming from any higher-ups, so you were in the clear for now. Still, it's better to start searching before your times of leisure end. The whole purpose of this ball, though not directly stated in any sent invitations, was to make the looking process a bit easier on yourself.

Interchanging melodies played in the ballroom as you chatted away with some of your guests, not finding anything that stood out to you in most. It wasn't like you were looking for a fairytale, although a girl could dream, just someone who wouldn't bore you to death. You had just finished up a conversation with a young man a bit older than you. He was polite and charming, but nothing special.

You let out a barely audible sigh once he turned and walked off in the direction of a crowd, feeling as though this mission was never-ending. You scanned slowly over the people chattering and indulging in food prepared for the party, until something caught your eye. A young boy who looked to be your age, and on the short side. He was dressed in a black and navy-blue formal suit with silver accents and held a stern expression on his face.

He must've been a wallflower, because he didn't seem to be in a hurry to engage in any conversation with other guests. A tall, elegant man stood by his side in classy servant's attire. Your curiosity was at a peak for the night, your feet guiding you effortlessly towards the pair. The young boy noticed you approaching and redirected his gaze elsewhere, most likely in an attempt to seem uninterested.

You ignored the indirectly rude gesture and sent him a smile, a sudden realization coming over you. This was the Earl Phantomhive you've heard about time and time again. You'd sent him an invitation, but you didn't actually expect him to attend. "Earl Phantomhive, so nice to meet you. I wasn't expecting you to show up," you greeted. He inaudibly sighed, his refined butler standing tall next to him edging him on.

"Yes, and you must be Lady (Surname)? It's nice to meet you as well, though I do question your low expectations of me," he spoke, although you couldn't tell whether it was sarcasm or seriousness. "Ah, I'm sorry. I just meant since you have such high status, I wouldn't have expected you to be bothered to attend a ball without business intentions." The Earl seemed bothered, as if he was internally agreeing with your statement.

The dashing butler beside him spoke up, "You see, my young master and I were notified that you were in search of a suitor. He is in a similar situation at the moment, and I do recall him speaking of you fondly," a devilish smirk played on his lips, watching his young master's face quickly become flushed, "So we decided it would be for the best to be in attendance in case you take any interest."

"I see," a smile tugged at your lips upon learning that the Earl Phantomhive had taken an interest in you, although you can't recall ever having met him before this encounter, "would you be so kind as to spare me a dance then, Earl Phantomhive?" The color seemed to drain from the boy's face as he searched for an excuse of some sort. He sighed, then slowly taking a breath, "I suppose so..." His butler chuckled, watching him take your hand and guide you into the crowd.

"You can address me as Ciel if you like," he said, not meeting your eyes. "Good to know! You can call me (Name0," you said with a smile as you moved your hands to proper position. The slow, romantic melody began playing throughout the ballroom and your feet moved in turn. Only a few steps in, you realized why Ciel had been so hesitant to dance with you. His movement lacked grace and he seemed incredibly nervous, making steps that didn't match the rhythm every now and then.

You held in a laugh and finally met his eyes, "So, Ciel, have you been caught up on your dancing lessons?" His cheeks flushed and he mumbled something that didn't catch your ears, "What was that?" you teased. "No, now will you be quiet?" he said in a tone that suggested he was less serious, and more embarrassed. You giggled and tried to help guide him further. As annoyed as he was, he did appreciate your efforts nonetheless.

Once the song concluded, his hands lingered on your form for a moment before taking a step back and kneeling to press his soft lips to your knuckles. "Thank you for the dance, my lady." He couldn't help the slight upwards curling of his lips when you smiled down at him with half lidded eyes. "My pleasure, Ciel." He stood and took your hand once again, guiding you towards where his butler took watching from afar.

"It's not very often I enjoy myself at a ball, I thank you for inviting me. Consider this a formal invitation to the Phantomhive Manor tomorrow to spend some leisure time together." He leaned closer and pressed a delicate kiss onto your cheek. Some heads turned towards you in surprise, taking in the rare scene before them. "I will gladly accept your invitation then," you responded with a giggle. He smiled and turned on his heel with his butler following behind, walking off towards the exit without another word. Maybe, you had found the fairytale you were subconsciously hoping for.

I was just thinking about it because it would be MUCH easier to navigate than the tag system in my opinion, no pressure or anything I was just wondering if you would ever consider it.

this blog has been going for like 12 years now, so I'm not surprised you were scrolling and searching for a long time, I'm so sorry!! 😅

I have a section where I've done a lil masterlist by character (like a link to all the posts that are tagged with "Agni", for example), and I try to tag religiously by type of content so that you can click the "headcanons" tag (again, just as one example) and see all the posts of headcanons, but I haven't done a full masterlist yet just because I know it'll be a big project 😂😂

but I definitely plan to make one at some point, hopefully in the near future!! I love organization so even though I know it'll take a while to do, I think I'll do it myself just bc I know I'll get SO much serotonin from doing it lol

synopsis. Fate had drawn you time after time back to a certain puppet without fail. Perhaps, you're simply meant to stand by his side.

cw. gn. reader, Fatui mentions.

ACT I ─ KABUKIMONO

It was a busy spring day, a time where everything seems to return to life. Even for you, as one who travels aimlessly, the sun's rays held a warmth that was enticing like no other as it shone down through the patches of leaves onto the ground where you sat. There was a peaceful breeze, just light enough that it wouldn't interrupt you as your eyes trailed down the words inked onto the paper.

Although, the wind didn't seem to have a need to interrupt you when someone else had already taken on that duty. "(Name)!" You could hear the indigo-haired puppet shouting to you in excitement, this interruption was not unwelcome. A smile formed on your lips as he approached you, setting your book down to focus on the boy now in front of you.

"Yes, Kabukimono?" you questioned, looking up at him standing over you. He presented a rather large lavender melon, showcasing it to you like a trophy. "Can you believe it's size for so early in the year? I'm going to gather some more ingredients so you can join me for a meal today!" He smiled at you, and you were simply fascinated with his innocence.

During the winter you had spent in Inazuma, which was now transitioning into spring, you had become well acquainted with the boy. Given that he, like yourself, was immortal, it felt comforting to assist him from time-to-time with his tasks. He had most obviously still not been exposed to much of the world, and somewhere inside of you hoped it would stay that way.

For the time being, you wished to act as his shield from the harsh reality of the world. It wouldn't last much longer though, as you both knew that once spring truly settled in, you would be back to you travels across Teyvat. You had informed him of this early on, and he seemed to be growing wearier of the day you were meant to leave. It was evident in the way he was spending every free moment by your side, even now as he was out and about.

"I'd like that," you chuckled at his enthusiasm, "will you be preparing our meal?" His face flushed red, an obvious tint on his translucent skin, at the thought of messing up your supper. He took a deep breath before replying, "I will try if that's what you like." You gave a short tug at his lengthy sleeve, motioning for him to come down from his standing position. He looked a bit confused but complied nonetheless, kneeling by your side. "Is something the matter?" He asked, cocking his head to the side.

You leaned towards him in response, placing your lips softly against his forehead without a word. You lingered there for a moment, before swiftly pulling back and returning to your prior position. You examined his stunned expression and laughed to yourself, "Take your time okay? I'll be here waiting." After coming to his senses he hastily nodded and hurried off to continue his search for the best quality goods available.

ACT II ─ SCARAMOUCHE

For some time now, a piece of you had felt as though it was missing, torn from the place it was meant to be. You had lived many years, experienced many losses, yet still struggled to pinpoint exactly what you were missing. While you were pondering about this subject, mindlessly wandering the snowy grounds of Snezhnaya, you stumbled across the path of a few members of the Fatui.

They seemed to be lower ranked, something you could determine from previous encounters. The instant they had caught sight of you, it was as if you had provoked them in some way. Attacks were hurdled at you with little to no restraint. Thankfully they were only low-ranks, otherwise you would've been in big trouble.

Through the surrounding commotions you managed to swiftly dodge each attempt at your instant death, trying to quickly figure out a way to get out of this situation. Outrunning them seemed like the simplest of ideas, and probably the most doable. You may not have been the fastest, but you weren't stupid enough to try and fight off multiple fatui members at once.

So you took off, making as many turns and zigzag patterns as you could to throw them off. Eventually you came to a stop, checking to make sure you had lost them. The cold air stung your throat with each heavy breath you took. "Could you be any louder?" an annoyed voice questioned from behind you, you spun around and stood almost in shock at the sight before you.

There stood the boy you once knew, not sparing you a glance from the papers gripped tightly in his hands. "Kabukimono?" You asked in a tone that came out more shocked than you intended. Hearing such a name, he whipped his head up to meet your eyes and his expression morphed into one that mirrored your stunned face. He didn't respond, simply stared at you in pure disbelief, as if he was seeing things.

Now getting a good look at him, you could tell there was an obvious change since the last time you had spoken before leaving Inazuma. "Do not call me by that name," he spat at you harshly after redeeming himself from the sudden shock, "I am Scaramouche, the Balladeer, sixth of the Fatui Harbingers." You were at a loss for words, staring at him in silence.

He took your lack of response as an end to the conversation and turned on his heel to walk away. Without thinking properly, you quickly sprinted towards him and grabbed onto his clothing that would be undeniably too cold in that region for anyone but a puppet. If you were anyone else, he would've silenced you for good in that moment.

Lucky you, you were someone he couldn't seem to get out of his mind most days. How unbefitting of a Harbinger, to let such thoughts creep up on him without warning. Maybe that's why he simply swatted your hand away and continued on his way with an empty feeling gathering in his stomach. Puppets shouldn't feel, so why were salty tears brimming his eyes as he paced further from your shivering figure?

ACT III ─ WANDERER

In the shadows of Sumeru city sat a young man of many names, burying himself so deep in thoughts of his past. Wanderer had gone through much with passing time and had eventually come to a peace with himself. Despite all the life lessons he'd learned, something still nagged at the back of his mind. He knew what it was but declared it a thought that held no importance to him. Not anymore.

It had been long since he last saw you, but he still wondered from time-to-time how you were doing. Maybe you had forgotten all about him, but he just knew that wasn't true. He stood from his spot where the Aranara never ceased to bother him and decided on a stroll further off the beaten path than his usual. He walked through an area shrouded in trees, brushing off the occasional fallen leaf or blossoming petal.

As if fate was answering his unspoken prayers, he came across an open patch of grass with only a tree in the center. Sitting there at it's trunk with a novel in hand, was you. The scene took him back to the day he'd seen you just like this before, although his memory clouded the details. He took a step closer, feet padding on the ground beneath him.

The sound made you aware of his presence and you looked up at him, setting your book aside just as you had before. Your eyes met his, a smile forming on your face. It was a feature of yours he used to know quite well, though now it seemed foreign to him. Or maybe that's just what he had been telling himself, because how could something foreign to him bring such comfort?

"Scaramouche?" You stared up at him expectantly. "Wanderer," he stated in a calm tone, however, he wasn't calm in the slightest. His stomach did flips that one wouldn't think a puppet was capable of upon hearing your voice again, something he yearned for so to hear again. "Wanderer then," you spoke cautiously as if he would turn and flee at any moment, "sit beside me, won't you?"

He did as you asked without hesitation, eyes never once leaving your relaxed figure. "I missed you," you said to him. He wasn't completely sure it was true, because he was no longer the person you once knew in his eyes. He opened his mouth to respond but couldn't find the words to do so. You reached out and placed your palm on his shoulder.

"How have you been?" The question was so blunt and simple that it almost hurt. You knew well that he had most definitely matured, but to what extent was what you were concerned yourself with. "I'm doing better." You chuckled that sweet sound he had missed. "Care to elaborate?" you asked, and he did. Wanderer couldn't remember another time he'd been so open with anyone.

He ranted to you all that had happened, why he had acted so coldly the last time he spoke to you, cringing at his own words. You remained silent, except the occasional hum of approval to his explanation. Your full attention was fixated on him, gazing at his ethereal features as you listened to him go on and on. After quite a while, he concluded his story and looked back at you waiting for some kind of acknowledgement.

"I'm so proud of you for coming so far." He looked taken aback, not expecting that sort of comment. His face flushed a familiar shade of red, earning a short laugh from you. He may have learned a lot about himself in the time passed, but you could tell he was still the same indigo-haired boy you'd met years ago. You leaned closer to him and pressed a kiss to his forehead, smiling wider than ever as you pulled back. "I'm so glad we met again."

synopsis. You arrive as a new addition to the Phantomhive staff shortly after Snake, bringing your productive habits and sweetness with you. Everyone at the manor is grateful for your presence, especially a certain scaley boy falling harder for you by the day.

cw. female reader

─ SNAKE

Another new servant on staff right after one had just arrived? They all seemed to be excited for you to work with them upon meeting you, your whole aura gentle and sweet with a smile on your face. After being introduced to the Young Master, Baldroy, Mey-Rin, Finnian, Tanaka and Snake individually, you decided that you were going to like it here with them.

Over the next couple of days you were shown where to find everything, and your daily tasks included with your job. If you had any further questions, Sebastian instructed you to ask another servant for help and only seek him out if necessary. To his pleasant surprise, you were much more reliable with daily tasks than the others seemed to be, which Sebastian was extremely grateful for.

Gradually the others began to get used to having you around, and a certain yellow-eyed boy in particular couldn't take his eyes off of you while you were working. Every time the two of you spoke, you showed no fear towards him or his serpent friends. In fact, you often got closer than most dared, asking Emily or another if you could stroke them on their back.

To which your request the always complied, even encouraging Snake to get closer with you due to them taking a liking of having you around. As time passed he found himself gazing in your direction, wondering whether or not you saw him in the same light he saw you. Once he realized his thoughts a blush climbed it's way to his cheeks and he whipped his head in the other direction hoping you wouldn't notice his staring.

On the occasion you did catch him staring, he once again turned away only to be met with a giggle from you. He loved the way you walked over and pet his hair, smiling at him with that gorgeous look in your eyes like he was the prettiest thing you'd ever seen. He loved how you perfectly worded your sentences when praising his hard work after a long day and God did he love the night when you asked him to meet you out in the garden under the stars.

His eyes widened like saucers when you let all your feelings for him roll off your tongue, telling him he was the most beautiful boy you'd ever met and how you wanted to be with him. You also let him know that there was no pressure on whether or not he made his decision then or later, and you wouldn't be upset if he didn't return your feelings. Knowing his timid personality, it may stop him from using proper judgement when it comes to a matter that serious.

In the heat of the moment, Snake did the boldest thing he could've in a long time and kissed you. It was uncoordinated, but you melted into it like he was made for you. No words needed exchanging once you both pulled apart, rather just pulling one another closer into a comfortable embrace. He it had been exactly what he wanted, and you wanted it too. A quiet, "I love you, (Name)," fell from his lips without hesitation. You gave the only response he had been dying to hear for so long, "I love you too, Snake."

rules · requestable characters. ciel, snake.

─ CIEL PHANTOMHIVE

BALLROOM ENCOUNTERS Ballrooms are meant for dancing, but a young boy attending your party doesn't seem to agree with that statement. I wonder why that is?

─ SNAKE

SERVANT & SERPENT You arrive as a new addition to the Phantomhive staff shortly after Snake, bringing your productive habits and sweetness with you. Everyone at the manor is grateful for your presence, especially a certain scaley boy falling harder for you by the day.

rules · requestable characters. wanderer

─ WANDERER

BRING ME BACK TO YOU Fate had drawn you time after time back to a certain puppet without fail. Perhaps, you're simply meant to stand by his side.

𐔌 Killua · She/They !

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