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Here you are! Sorry it took so long to get to you! It was really fun to write, and I love writing a teasing and loving Sebastian~ I hope you enjoy!

First Priorities (Sebastian x Assassin!Pregnant!Reader)

Warning(s): pregnancy, suggestive themes

Word Count: 1,117

“Sebastian?”

The red-eyed butler blinked a few times, snapping out of his daze as he had been looking at you intently for a while now.

“Are…you feeling alright?” You asked, your hand going to feel his forehead, finding it to be a normal temperature, well, for him at least.

Blinking a few more times, Sebastian smirked and wrapped his arms around your waist, thankfully alone in the library he was organizing. You had been there to keep him company. “More than alright, my dear.” His voice sounded a bit deeper than normal.

Raising your brow, you shrugged it off and wandered over to the bookshelves seeing as he was ok. “These look sturdy, don’t they?” You asked, your hand running over the edge of it.

“Yes, they are. They were built into the wall and meant to support a great amount of weight.”

You smiled at that. “Good.” Running a quick hand through your (H/C) hair, you lifted your hand and foot to begin scaling it, it was good practice after all to experience a variety of things to climb.

However, a pair of arms quickly pulled you away from the wall. “Can I help you?” You asked Sebastian who only gave you an intense stare once more.

“No more climbing.” He said, all but dragging you away to place you down on one of the couches.

“May I ask why?” Clearly, you weren’t amused at being told what to do. You lifted your (B/T) body from the couch only to be pushed back down again. “What’s going on, Sebastian? Why the weird stares? Why the sudden demands?”

Kneeling in front of you, his eyes flashed to their glowing slits. “When was your last menstruation?” He asked seriously, which made you want to turn away and blush.

“I—”

“Do not avoid my question, (F/N). When was it?”

You turned away, your cheeks becoming flushed with color. “I suppose…a little over a two and a half ago? Three months?” Rubbing your sides, you sighed a little. “I blame the corset I had to wear for the past few infiltrations though. I’ve heard they rearrange your organs.”

His eyes immediately went to your midsection, noticing how particularly shaped it was today. “Are you wearing one now?”

“A small one, yeah, I’m trying to get better at climbing and breathing in on—” Your dress was quickly lifted up and a sharp ripping sound was heard as the corset that Mey-Rin had painstakingly tightened was taken off with no effort. “Sebastian!” You shouted, both in annoyance and embarrassment.

His hands kept the dress up, white gloves roaming over and around your midsection. “No need to be modest, I’ve seen and touched every inch of you.” He replied as if it was no big deal.

Pursing your lips you glanced away. He wasn’t wrong, you had quickly fallen for his suave persona. “But…still. We are in the library, someone could come in.”

“No one will.” He said and leaned back, a sigh of relief passing from his lips before looking at you directly, his hands holding your face to look at him. “Do you really not see what’s happening?”

Your own (E/C) eyes gave a look of confusion, gaze wandering around the room as if it would help you to try and figure it out. “No?” You said after a moment, not appreciating how your (S/C) midsection was on display still.

Sebastian sighed and leaned back down, placing a small kiss to your lower abdomen. “You’re going to be a mother.”

Everything seemed to stop after that statement. And you stared at him, wondering if you truly heard him correctly. “Come again?” You asked, your voice cracking.

The butler picked you up with ease after getting up and turned around to sit on the couch, your back to his chest and in his lap. “I said,” he pulled off his gloves so that he could touch you skin to skin, “you’re going to be a mother.” He purred, head resting on your shoulder as he traced his fingers and palms on your abdomen.

“How is that possible?” You whispered, eyes looking down in both awe and absolute confusion.

“Well, when you allowed me entrance here,” his hands wandered down between your legs, running over your bloomers, “and I spilled my se—”

“I-I know how that works!” You stuttered out, turning to face him a bit. “I’m asking, how do you know?” There was no possible way to tell she was pregnant. There was no bump, other than a slight hardness in that area, she had no morning sickness to speak of, nor any other signs.

Sebastian’s eyes somehow seemed to glow more. “Must I say it again? I’m simply one hell of a butler.” He mused, making you roll your eyes at the overused phrase. “And, we have been over this, I am not of this world. I have my ways.” He moved to stand, causing you to stand as well before he suddenly dropped to his knees. “Pregnancies for my kind can be…difficult.” He pressed his pale nose to your stomach, taking in a deep breath, “My dear, you smell even more amazing than before.” He muttered before placing another kiss there. “I will watch over you, protect you, from any and everything. You have become my first priority.” His words were absolute, leaving no room for argument.

Biting your lip, you placed a hand on his head and gently ran it through it, making him hum in contentment. “And Ciel?”

“Second priority.” He answered just as quickly, “You hold my heart and my life, (F/N). I will protect you.” Sebastian had let go and held you by the hips. “Understand?” There was no joking or hint of a lie in his statement. Making you nod slowly. “Good.” His playful smile was back and eyes returned to their blood red wine color. “Now, no more climbing.”

Sighing, you pulled your dress down and nodded. “Ok, ok. I understand.” You said, hands going to your boots to pull out a couple of daggers to throw and practice with, only to find them missing. “Where are they?” You muttered in confusion only to have one whizz past your head and notch itself into the wooden frame of a painting.

“No knives either.” Came Sebastian’s voice from across the library.

A scowl appeared on your face, “Then that means no ‘play time’ either!” You shouted back to which you suddenly felt his presence right behind you.

Don’t Hide Things from Me (Ciel x Assassin!Reader)

Warning(s): blood, bodily injury

Word Count: 1,763

You were immensely grateful that the Phantomhive estate had such a capable and able butler. One hell of one to be precious. If Ciel had not sent him without you knowing on this assassination, well, chances were you would not have made it out with as seemingly ‘good’ of an injury as you did.

“Stay still, Lady Phantomhive.” Sebastian chided you as you quickly rode back to the estate, having been seated in front of him on the horse.

You snorted a little at that, your hand applying pressure to your right side to try and slow the bleeding. “Easier said than done, when the horse is makes it hard.” You groaned, still doing your best to stay as motionless as possible.

Sebastian hummed above you as the mansion came in sight, starting to slow the horse down. “Even so, I don’t think our Lord would appreciate you bleeding out.” He slowed the horse to a stop in front of the manor. “Besides, I don’t think he’ll be too pleased with you as is. Didn’t your promise to return unharmed?” He mused, a glint of humor in his voice.

You Can’t Fool Me (Sebastian x Assassin!Reader)

Warning(s): bodily injury, Sebastian in general

Word Count: 1,214

Your heart was beating in your ears as you hung off the side of a building, specifically, the Phantomhive Manor. After your ‘reencounter’ with Sebastian, he somehow convinced you to become a resident. But it was far better than making horrid bread every day, so it was the lesser of two evils. Even so...your fingers delicately brushed against your lips, still holding onto the ledge with the other hand, as you thought about the moment he kissed you back then. 

Shaking your head, you refocused on your plan. While scaling buildings was somehow an innate ability, your landing needed some work. And as if to remind you, your left ankle throbbed hard, the binding around it not supporting it as properly as you thought. “It’s fine, it’s fine.” You muttered to yourself, trying to shake yourself out of it as you looked down at the ground from three stories up. 

Still new at this whole assassin thing, you had been going after targets that were considerably small and easy to take out.

Well, somewhat easy.

I really hope this is to your liking, Anon! I feel like I’m really bad at getting the ‘headcanon’ format down. Soooo yeah. Here it is!Warning(s): mention of suicide, death

Reaper Undertaker and his Human S/O

He knew this was for the best. You could never find out about his ‘true’ profession. Of course, because fate has a strange way of working, you still managed to do so.

He had taken you out on an evening stroll which ended at a small tavern. They had the best roast in the area, and he wanted to make the evening special. So much so that he went out and got you a new outfit for the occasion.

Well, soon enough, he was pulling out that small black book of his, grimacing at the contents. He had wanted to stay for the entire date this time. It seemed like they were always getting cut short.

You always told him it was ok and to go take care of whatever he needed to.

Oh how he appreciated your patience. Straightening out his spectacles, he left the tavern to go take care of business.

Unfortunately, you were a curious human, sometimes too much for your own good and you decided to sneakily follow him this time around. The sight before you made your heart leap into your throat.

There was your lover standing over a body with a large scythe sticking out, odd strings of light and images flowing out of the body. You must have made a sound as your lover quickly turned to look at you. “(F/N)?” He whispered, quickly removing the scythe and coming over to you. You weren’t supposed to find out this way, if not ever.

You weren’t necessarily frozen in fear, just frozen in concern. He quickly explained it to you, his role as a grim reaper. Collecting souls was a responsibility that he did not take lightly and saw to it that every soul was given the attention it needed. While a little hard to process, you slowly nodded your head and accepted it.

He thinks that you’ll let it go, relieved that you’ll stay with him, but he was very wrong.

You immediately began to ask questions. How old was he really? How long had he been doing it? Why was there that weird imagery stuff coming out of the person?

He had to put up his hands by your insistent questioning. Not that he was overwhelmed, but because he for sure thought you’d be too afraid to ask.

He does his best to answer all your questions, however, the moment you ask how one becomes a reaper, he gets silent. Knowing it not best to lie to you, he tells you that grim reapers are born from humans committing suicide.

That made your heart immediately break and made you latch onto him, tears falling from your eyes in absolute sadness.

He didn’t know what to do other than slowly pat your head in reassurance. He did not mean for this to all come out, it must have been hard on you to hear and understand it.

But, either way, now that he can be upfront and honest about his job, he has no need to sneak out. Plus, when he gets home, he is always welcomed by cuddles and a warm meal.

It’s during one of these nights, after a particularly gruesome event, he comes home and immediately goes to you for comfort, his head nuzzling on top of yours. “I wish I could have met you when I was human.” He said, making you pull back, worry filling your eyes before they turned to love. “Well, you’ve met me now, and I’m forever grateful.” To which he would simply smile and pull you back in for a hug. “Me too.”

Principal Undertaker and his Human S/O

It was a principal’s duty to sit in on classes, but he couldn’t particularly help wanting to stop in on your class the most. Plus, the small children loved to play with his long hair when they got their activities done early.

However, the children also quickly noticed how often he seemed to come by. And how he would simply just stare at you with a smile on his face, as if he was perfectly at home and content being in your presence.

During one particular time, Mr. Undertaker offered to take questions since the class had done so well on their colors test. One excited young boy raised his hand, nearly falling out of his seat. Calling on him, he immediately said, “Can you hug our teacher?!” You immediately felt your face heat up and you asked the child why. “Because it would be cute!” Was the response. Well, it was definitely hard to argue with that.

So now, every time they had a chance, your class would ask you to hug one another if they saw you around.

Of course, this made it an easy excuse to touch each other in a workplace setting. Your kids were asking you to do it, so, why not appease them?

Whenever he would hug you, his arms would squeeze you a little, letting you know clearly you were in his protection. Not that you needed it, but it made you feel safe nonetheless.

When it came to recess, you couldn’t help but notice much of your class scribbling on the ground with chalk. It seemed like Mr. Undertaker had the same idea considering he wandered over as well. A small smirk played on his lips as he watched your reaction, seeing what the kids had drawn.

“It’s you and Mr. Undertaker married!” One happily exclaimed while another had a picture of you with what appeared to be a baby. “You have a cute family too!” Another said, making your face immediately flush with embarrassment.

It’s Not Your Time Yet (Undertaker x Assassin!Reader)

Warning(s): bodily injury, fluff

Word Count: 1,200

“Well, this was a fine mess you had gotten yourself into, (F/N).” You muttered to yourself, your arm wrapped around your stomach while you used  the other to support yourself along a wall, slowly inching yourself forward. Your breath was coming out in pants, a slight fog coming from the pants due to the cold rain falling down. You suddenly started coughing, falling over in the process. Taking a shaky inhale, you heaved yourself back up. “Almost there….” 

It seemed to take forever, but you made it back to the funeral parlor you were...residing. Mustering up everything in you, you decided it was best to give up on the bounty the Undertaker had on his head. No matter what you had tried, it didn’t work. But at least now, you had a bed.

A shared bed, but still a bed.

Opening the door, you found the Undertaker standing right in front of you with his arms crossed, both of his eyes visible. That...was never a good side. “G-good evening.” You breathed out, trying not to show on your face how much pain you were in.

“You should have been back hours ago.” The Undertaker said, his unique irises following your form as you slowly shuffled inside. 

Here it is my Anon! I hope you enjoy it!

Undertaker and his Assassin S/O

He knew what your profession was from the moment he saw you. In his previous line of work, afterall, he ran into several of your kind. Or perhaps it is better to say, the targets of your profession.

It was a little surprising to him though to find out that he developed a target on his head. No doubt from a disgruntled customer who assumed the measurements were wrong on the coffin. Or, at least that’s what he assumed.

But, considering who he is, he was definitely waiting for you to show up, giggling all the while. It was a bit unnerving to have a target be laughing at their imminent demise, but you brushed it off as a coping mechanism.

Even so, he was…frustratingly hard to kill. Your usual tactics of ‘grab and take them down in a headlock’ weren’t working. Not because you weren’t strong enough, but because he kept weaseling out of your grip somehow. You blamed the soft long hair.

Yet, after your first few failed attempts, it was obvious the Undertaker saw it as more of a game than a threat on his life. Which only served to annoy you.

After a few more unsuccessful attempts, you screamed, “Just let me pin you!”

To which he grinned and shook his head. “But if I let you, that means you leave.” His voice took a deeper turn as he brushed his bangs to the side. It made you shiver, those irises weren’t normal. And you’ve looked into many a dying man’s eyes to know that.

With a frustrated growl, you sat down on a coffin (since he didn’t have chairs in his funeral parlor, weirdo) and crossed your arms. “Looks like I’m not going anywhere then.”

He laughed and turned around. “I wouldn’t have it any other way dearie. Don’t worry, I don’t mind sharing my bed when you get tired of this silly bounty.”

You could only stare and purse your lips. Truly, it seemed like you would not be getting out of this anytime soon. But perhaps…that wasn’t so bad.

Sebastian and his Assassin S/O

It was nice to see you back after all these years. Pretending to be something you were not born to do. To think, the once proud royal assassin of Ancient Egypt, a lowly baker barely scraping by in London. It was a bit saddening to see your potential go to waste.

But no matter, now that he found you again after all these centuries, he would not be letting you go.

His first priority was to watch and observe. How were you with others that have wronged you? Who were far too rude for your liking? His eyes gleamed as he saw your hand twitch towards a bread knife after a particularly annoying customer walked away, but you retracted your hand. The frustration on your face said it all.

But, he needed to see you in action. He desired it in fact. After all, that’s how you won the demon’s heart. Perhaps having done so many ‘good deeds’–or as good as can be for a demon like himself–the dark one decided to reward him and bring you back.

Shrouded in all black, he followed you on a rainy morning as you headed to the bakery. You knew you were being followed, he was making it quite obvious actually. But after several particularly annoying customers, this was the last straw. And if the law came after you…well, self-defense was there for a reason, right?

Rounding a corner, you immediately scaled the brick wall, holding onto the ledge of a window as you waited for your pursuer to follow you. Taking out a knife and putting it in between your teeth, you watched the round the corner as expected.

As your figure came plummeting down, intending to stab the man’s throat, you found yourself slammed up against the wall, a hand around your throat.

“My, it seems you still have it after all, don’t you my dear?” A silky smooth voice whispered in your ear. In your heart of hearts, it was distant, but it reached out to the voice. A name was ringing in your ears, begging you to say it. But the moment you opened your mouth, you found a pair of lips on yours and two shining red eyes staring  back at you. As the man pulled away, he gave a peck to your nose. “I have a new name now. Call me Sebastian.”

Ciel (Adult) and his Assassin S/O

He had to admit, when he required your assistance as a plus one all those years ago to take out a target, he never expected to actually develop feelings for you. But, yet here he was, you on his arm laughing at a noble’s joke and a ring on your finger.

As the noble walked away, your expression darkened and turned to disgust, swiftly picking up a champagne flute from a server’s tray. “I can’t wait till he’s six feet under.” You muttered.

He couldn’t help but chuckle a little and press a soft kiss to your head. “Patience my dear, all in due time.” You couldn’t help but sigh and lean into his touch.

He was right, but you could wait since it was for him. Now that you were in a very public marriage with Ciel, it was much harder to take on assassination jobs. But he was good to you, he knew you liked it, so he pulled some of his contacts in the underground and was able to secure targets for you. He spoiled you like that.

As the hour chimed, you downed the rest of your glass and handed it to your husband. “I’ll be right back.” You said, turning to flash him a bright smile. “Don’t miss me too much.” And with that, you went off to go persuade the noble to a more…secluded area.

He smirked and nodded his head. You both knew you’d miss the other’s presence. After all, two dark souls attracted one another.

Around eight minutes later, you sidled back up to him with a little sigh. “My love, it seems that one was taken care of in record time.” He mused after glancing back at the clock.

You were efficient to say the least, but it was more fun when they fought. “Next time, get me a more challenging one, yes?” You asked. By no means were you upset, if anything, the target had some nerve to be so easy. Perhaps it was all the drinks they had that did it.

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Hello, thank you for requesting! Thank you so much for the kind words, some of us really needed them right now! Don’t worry, it wasn’t boring or annoying!

      Mey-Rin.....Her, you, yes, one of our OTP’s. Just yes.

    She first wanted to talk to you because she noticed that you seemed like the ‘Mom friend’ and that is a good quality to have sometimes. She doesn’t mind you sometimes being a dumbass, everyone has their moments, like her in front of Sebastian (And Doxy trying to socialize correctly) But she actually thinks that it’s cute sometimes. 

    She has gotten pretty good at figuring out what you’re saying when you mumble or talk too fast, at first she would have to ask you to slow down or speak up, but to save the trouble she would start paying extra close attention to your words or lip movements. 

    She admires how you can be so cheerful and bright even though you worry so much, she always talks to you about what’s bothering you and what she can do to help, she doesn’t want you to overstress. 

    She thinks you are so adorable when you get excited about something, when you get that sparkle in your eye she starts to gush and can’t help but feel excited too, even if she has no clue what you’re even excited about.

    If you want her to, she would teach you a few things for combat, not that she really knows that much, but ask her about guns and she could go on and on. Don’t worry though, she’ll back you up in any fight and will gladly order food for you if you feel too nervous.

We hope you enjoyed!

Hope humanity treats you well, X-Acto’s Leader -Doxy