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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)
☕Well, both of you have to cover up a part of your body to avoid unwanted attention. In Ciel's case that's his eyes embedded with the contract and in your case it is your neck on which your tattoo is inked on. Tattoos are still looked down upon in society and as someone who has to uphold the reputation of the Earl of Phantomhive, Ciel certainly has some expectations. When both of you attend high social gatherings he always sees it through that you were dresses and clothes that cover your neck or that makeup covers the moth tattoo. It's a small thing to hide though so it doesn't bother him too much as it barely takes any time. In the mansion itself though you are free to walk around without any makeup hiding your tattoo- as long as there are no guests over of course. Overall Ciel doesn't mind the tattoo as it is only one small one. In fact probably everyone in the mansion knows soon about the tattoo and no one really discriminates you for it though he still prefers if otherwise the secret stays within those walls. His "tattoo" though will remain a secret from everyone- including yours. After all it would be much harder to explain a tattoo embedded in his eyes.
Sebastian Michaelis
🐈⬛As a demon silly, little human discriminations and costums are of little to no meaning for Sebastian. He is merely playing the part until he gets to devour the soul of his master. To him your tattoo is nothing that has to be hidden as he is in fact rather endeared by it. Moths are widely associated with death after all so it is fascinating that you chose the nocturnal insect to be displayed on your neck. If you really insist on covering it up in public though Sebastian will merely sigh before helping you with makeup and clothes to hide it from the eyes of everyone. When both of you are alone though, he's quick to reveal your neck and remove the makeup covering the ink on your skin. It's such a pretty, little tattoo after all and you chose such a gorgeous part of your body for it to be inked upon. Due to your tattoo being on your neck, Sebastian certainly feels more inclined to kiss your neck all the time. If you have second thoughts at time about your decision to ever get this tattoo, Sebastian is quick to reassure you. Humans are fickle with their customs and decisions. He's confident that in a few decades- for him equal to the blink of an eye- the shame around tattoos will have faded away. You'll get to witness it for yourself.
Alois Trancy
👅Alois has little shame of anything. He is indeed a spoiled brat who does whatever he wants and is backed by four demon servants who obey him, no matter how crude and cruel he may act. He all but adores your tattoo. It's skillfully inked upon your skin and it helps you to stand out amongst the crowd. With him as your lover, you also don't have to worry about covering up the spot on your neck. Even if you would want to, Alois doesn't let you. No one from his servants could care less about your tattoo as all of them are demons anyways. Even during social gatherings though with influential guests Alois doesn't even let you touch your neck with any makeup or collars to hide the moth from the eyes of others. Instead he forces you to wear dresses that expose your neck fully and your tattoo with it. If anyone dares to make a discriminating comment or look at your neck in disgust, Alois covers for you with his explosive temper. It may be extreme but he doesn't allow anyone to shame you. In fact he probably ends up insulting the as blant and boring. He might just get a matching tattoo over time in the same spot as you even if Claude would advice him against it.
Claude Faustus
🕷️How ironically fitting your tattoo seems to be considering the situation you find yourself in. After all are you not a little moth who flew too close to the perceived light only to end up trapped in the spider's web? Generally speaking, your tattoo doesn't matter to Claude. He won't discriminate you over some ink on your skin. After all it is well crafted and he likes the animal you chose as moths are usually connected to darker parts of the world. However, he is also more adamant that you cover it up as you have to fit in with society for now. Maybe then he sometimes thinks that you perhaps could have chosen a less obvious spot for it but as it doesn't take more than a minute to cover up the math tattoo, he never complains to you about it. When you are simply staying in the house he prepared for you, you don't have to cover up at all. It's only him there with you after all and he won't bother to complain and discriminate like humans would over your tattoo. He'd probably be inclined to complain more if it wouldn't be well done in his eyes as Claude is a painful perfectionist in which case he would probably insist to redo it because he could do it better.
Grell Sutcliff
🟥Darling, don't worry. All problems can be solved with a chainsaw and luckily she is in possession of one. If you want to, she could simply silence anyone who has ever dared to look down on you for having a tattoo. Or remove their tongue at least. As a woman who is fire and flame for you, Grell would gladly spill blood for you. It is her love language after all. However, she will show restraint if you ask her to and additionally because William tends to be suspicious of her all the time. She is obsessed with your tattoo though. It suits you so well and it looks so gorgeous on you and she has made countless photos of it fully visible. Strongly objects to the notion of you covering it up with clothes and makeup. It does break her heart to witness how the world boxes you into a place where you have to hide your full beauty. As a lady who is going to abduct you sooner or later though those days are numbered. The moment you are in her company you will never have to feel ashamed about your tattoo. Until then though she will encourage you with anonymous love letters and will threaten all those who made you feel like you have to hide your tattoo with death threats written in actual blood.
William T. Spears
📒Well, let's just say that William isn't necessarily thrilled with the decision that you made. You should have known better after all that in the current society a tattoo would do more harm than it would do good. If you hope for any sympathy from his side, just don't. In fact do yourself the favor and keep any frustration about your situation a secret. In William's opinion you don't have any right to complain about your situation and the shame you might feel as you should have known what you got yourself into when you received the tattoo. This is your fault so you shouldn't have to be surprised by the consequences that now follow. There could have been worse motives but it has to be said that moths symbolising death is an ironic tattoo considering that he is a grim reaper. He is already surrounded by enough death during work yet your tattoo continues to remind him of it even when he isn't working- a rare occurrence in itself. Now, he may not specifically tell you verbally to cover up but you are still aware of the way his gaze often drifts to your neck. He may just prefer for you to cover it up initially as he isn't used to seeing a lot of people with tattoos even if he would never tell you this.
Undertaker
⚰️Undertaker has always been someone who defied even the traditions of the grim reapers and so it's no wonder that your tattoo fascinates him so much. After all there is still such a stigma around the practice of inking symbols on one's skin and it is such a shame that you feel the need to cover it up when you are under people. Especially since you chose a moth of all possible animals which fits in rather well with his aesthetic. Whenever you visit his humble shop he gets usually is quick to rub away any makeup covering your tattoo with his sleeves. No reason to hide such a pretty tattoo when you are with him. As someone who likes to act like he is more silly than he in reality is, he probably ends up sketching ideas for potential other tattoos if you should be interested- all connected to death and the afterlife. You may even one day enter to find out that he has doodled something similar on himself to match you. Who knows, one day he may even get something permanent to match your tattoo. He likes to think of his shop as your safe heaven where you can just be your wonderful weird self without having to worry about being judged. He is no small-minded individual after all.
Soma Asman Kadar
🍛What a culture shock this is indeed. Poor Soma is so confused on your insistence to cover up your tattoo in makeup and put on clothes that conceal your neck. It isn't until Agni pulls him aside to explain to him that differently from India where tattoos have a history of ancient practice, in England having any is still frowned upon. To Soma who fiercely adores you and loves everything about you, this quickly becomes unacceptable. He doesn't see the need for you to feel ashamed enough to feel like you have to hide parts of your beauty. Good intentions are certainly there but the way he applies them into practice often comes over as far too rash and insensitive. Whenever you dress up to attend events he often bursts into the room without knocking to grab your makeup and run away or help you choose clothes which allow your tattoo to be visible. It's especially distressing if the two of you are already under people and he tries to wipe your makeup off. Agni has to do damage control and often has to cover Soma's mouth when he is about to tell someone that you have a tattoo as you don't want others to know. Agni also has to hold him back when someone says something bad about your tattoo.
Agni
🤜As someone who holds reverent affection for you, it does pain Agni whenever he has to watch how you see yourself forced to hide a part of you to appease the public. It is an unfortunate part of the time and the region that you live in and he hopes that you do not think less of yourself due to the moth tattoo. The symbolism of the moth may be a bit more malevolent due to the insect's connection to death but as a former criminal he has no right to judge you for something that hasn't harmed anyone- differently than he has. He complies with your wishes though, offers to apply the foundation on your neck to cover the tattoo and helps to choose your dresses with high collars. In private space though, he assures you that you can make yourself comfortable by not concealing your neck in any way as he considers your tattoo to be a very beautiful piece of art that you don't have to hide from his eyes. He deals with criticism of your decision to get a tattoo far better than his younger master though as he doesn't let his temper get the better of him. Usually he stirs you quietly away from such people instead to avoid a confrontation unless it can't be avoided.
He laughs at everything. Not just jokes — your little quirks, the way you wrinkle your nose, even when you scold him for scaring clients. To him, you’re endlessly entertaining.
Dates are never normal. One day it’s tea in his dim little parlor, the next it’s stargazing in a graveyard with a blanket and snacks. He insists the quiet of cemeteries makes for the best picnics.
He teases you with morbid nicknames: “my little corpse flower,” “sweet cadaver,” “darling death’s-head.” They’d be horrifying from anyone else, but from him, they’re affectionate.
He has a sixth sense for when you’re sad or burnt out. Without a word, he’ll appear behind you, draping his long coat over your shoulders and murmuring, “Don’t look so grave, love.”
Affection comes in unexpected bursts. A gloved hand brushing your hair back, a bone-dry joke whispered in your ear before he kisses your temple. He’s not always touchy, but when he is, it melts you.
He adores storytelling with you. Sometimes he spins wild, morbid tales just to make you laugh. Sometimes he shares real fragments of his past — whispered in the dark, between fits of laughter.
His love language? Surprises. He’ll gift you odd trinkets (a silver ring left in a coffin, a locket he “found” during work) with a grin like it’s a bouquet of roses.
He lives for your reactions. If you’re startled, if you roll your eyes, if you laugh until you can’t breathe — he commits every expression to memory.
When he holds you, it’s tighter than you expect. Arms around your waist, head tucked into your neck, laughter humming against your skin. It’s the kind of hold that says: you make eternity less lonely.
Private laughter: When you’re alone, his laugh softens. No manic edge, just a quiet chuckle against your hair when you say something sweet. Those moments feel like secrets only you’re allowed to see.
Slow dances in odd places: He’ll tug you into a waltz in the middle of his dusty parlor, or under the moon in a graveyard. He hums an old tune instead of music, and spins you until you’re both dizzy.
Keeps mementos of you: Pressed flowers between his ledgers, a lock of your hair in a ribbon, notes you’ve written folded into his coat. They’re hidden away, but he touches them when you’re apart.
Kisses, his way: Rare but devastating. Sometimes featherlight, barely a brush on your temple or wrist. Other times, unexpectedly firm and lingering — his smile curling against your lips when you gasp.
Protective in silence: If someone disrespects you, he doesn’t argue. He just laughs, low and dangerous, and they find themselves unsettled enough to retreat. After, he turns to you with a smile: “No need to fret, love. They won’t trouble you again.”
Dream sharing: He’ll stay awake just to watch you sleep, brushing stray hairs from your face. If you wake and catch him, he’ll chuckle and murmur, “Didn’t mean to wake you, pretty thing. You just look so peaceful.”
Pet names (romantic): Beyond his morbid humor, he sometimes surprises you with softer ones whispered just for you: “my dove,” “my heart,” “sweet one.” Hearing them from him is like sunlight through storm clouds.
Long embraces: When he hugs you, it’s full-bodied — arms wrapped all the way around, face pressed to your neck. He lingers as though he’s memorizing the warmth of you. He lets go only when you do.
Hi! Can I get a yandere undertaker from black butler with a boring Isekai fem reader like she would just do her work quietly and not giving out any reaction when someone asks her to do smt. Thank you😌
I tired my best and I hope you like this <3
Yandere Undertaker
You were sent to this world to do an important task.
Your world and the Black Butler world were connected and your task was important.
The only thing you wanted to do was complete the task and return home.
However, it wouldn't be that easy…
The information would be hard to find and you needed it to complete your task.
You met Undertaker because you needed some information for your mission.
You had heard that he knew a lot about things.
Undertaker was definitely not what you expected.
He was much less serious and more "childish".
However, if he could help you…
Of course Undertaker wouldn't have told you everything because he wanted you to come back.
He would like you immediately :3
This is why you see each other surprisingly often.
Oh he would enjoy it and you would bang your head against the wall.
Undertaker doesn't know why you're here but he wouldn't complain.
You are truly entertaining.
Yandere tendencies would be very hidden.
However, they would start to show when you start completing your task.
Getting information from Undertaker becomes even more difficult.
Undertaker would have started his own dark plans.
You really can't go back to your own world.
He would rather lock you in a coffin.
Undertaker's serious side would be surprisingly scary.
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Hiii! Can you write some Sebastian Michaelis or Undertaker headcanons I’ve been obsessed with both of them for the longest 🤭
omg yes, yes, and yes!!! i'll write it in black butler canon and of course, if you'd like it in another timeline, lmk :)
Sebastian Michaelis
𐙚 sebastian, simply due to the fact of pretending to be a human butler, is a very caring and nurturing man in public. not in a pda way or lovey dovey, but he will bend down to tie your shoe, remember how you enjoy your coffee or tea, and secretly give you the biggest slice of pie when serving. (unbeknownst to ciel)
𐙚 but don't get it twisted and think he views you higher than any other mortal, similar to agni, he just finds you more tolerable and easier to spend time around.
𐙚 sebastian holds you to a higher standard than most because he knows you are capable, which is the reason he decided to entertain himself with you in the first place. he is stern when it comes to your ambitions and will not let you take too many leisure days in a row or go out looking like you just crawled from the phantomhive wine cellar.
𐙚 he does find it harder to say no to you, though. don't think he won't pull threatening strings to a publisher if you want to put your novel on the market, or to a fashion agent if you want to be a model. anything you want, you somehow mysteriously get.
𐙚 behind closed doors, sebastian is much softer with his words, and of course, a little more hands-on. he particularly enjoys dancing with you in the silence of the ballroom when everyone else has long gone to bed or read to you until you fall asleep in the crook of his arm. if he's truly in a good mood, he might let a "darling" or a "sweet dove" slip past.
𐙚 sebastian loves you in elegant material. since money doesn't necessarily apply to him, he loves to dress you up in the most expensive yet tasteful garbs he can find. anything that might be your style, he'll get it exclusively made so that only he gets to see you in it.
𐙚 your relationship is kept relatively private to the rest of the phantomhive household, of course, there is talk, but no one but ciel dares to pester either you or sebastian with it. especially sebastian. but there are moments when his eyes linger too long on you or your hand purposefully brushes over sebastian's when he passes a plate to you. the tension at dinnertime is always palpable and leaves ciel complaining.
𐙚 (smau) as far as in bed, he loves to keep you restrained and be the one to order you around. impact play isn't off the table, but don't think for even a second he would be a sub. sometimes he's scared he might hurt you, but not particularly out of fear for you, but more so the fear that he might not have something this enjoyable again.
𐙚 this man is a demon. as much as you wish he would actually love you, you both know it's improbable. however, his version of love could be equated to the fact that he's actually pampering you without a soul contract.
Undertaker
𐙚 unlike sebastian, undertaker is simply a grim reaper. he's not bound to any sort of malicious intent, but he is, however, absolutely insane.
𐙚 if he truly took an interest in you, he would love nothing more than to convince you to indulge in his experiments with him, and fantasize one day about keeping you alive forever as well.
𐙚 he thinks you are downright hilarious, and that's what makes him fall for you in the first place. he laugh could probably be heard two blocks down even if you didn't particularly say anything funny. sometimes he would excuse by just saying you were funny to even look at, which you swallowed as a compliment for undertaker.
𐙚 he's an expert at remembering things you like. favorite candy, favorite color, anything you say he mentally backlogs it for later. this usually makes holidays and birthdays the best days with him. don't be shocked if he gets you a bag of just blue raspberry flavored candy because you mentioned you like blue raspberry the best two years ago while on a walk.
𐙚 contrary to popular belief, he thinks you look best when you are most lively. ciel once commented that he always thought undertaker would have a thing for dead people, but the silver fox always dotes on you the most in a brightly colored outfit with your cheeks all peachy to match.
𐙚 on a more serious note, undertaker would actually kill thousands for you without even a blink. he's already had too many he held dear die on him, and you won't be the next. sometimes you fear he's already killed plenty in your name who he viewed as a threat.
𐙚 he's an incredibly secretive man up to the point that you still don't know his real name, and you don't think you ever will, but the relationship is too fun to care, and that's usually his way of keeping you from asking questions to begin with.
𐙚 rather obsessive behind closed doors. once you've drifted off to sleep, he will study your face and the shade of your hair, perhaps plucking a thread of it just for safekeeping. one time, you caught him at four in the morning, just sitting up above you and staring. he hushed you back to sleep, assuring he was just admiring your dreaming figure.
𐙚 (smau) you already know the guy is a FREAK! particularly into sensory deprivation and overstimulation. he gets a real kick out of watching you squirm against his palm as he forces the fourth orgasm out of you. he prefers you call him master or sir in bed rather than undertaker.
𐙚 i'm not sure if a completely healthy relationship is realistic with undertaker, but the time with him is fun regardless. he loves corrupting you into becoming someone to work alongside him, but only if need be, he'd rather keep you out of the mix of dangerous inhibitions if he can.
Grandfather! Undertaker theory. Spoiler to Ciel Pantomhive's past.
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Despite everything, Undertaker felt blessed.
His wife might be gone, but his children were alive. His daughter gave him two grandchildren. Then his son become a father of two twin boys.
Undertaker, secretly, was a proud grandfather. Distant, but still proud.
And then Rachel gave birth to one more kid. To you. Everyone thought, that it would be impossible. She already was frail and first pregnancy took a toll on her body. But she managed. Not only that, but the you were absolutely healthy.
During next Aristocrats of Evil meeting, Vincent brought you with him. Few years ago he did the same with newborn twins.
"That's [Y/N]." There was a proud smile on Vincent's face.
Undertaker looked at baby you. At small bundle of joy. At his grandchild.
Undertaker loved Vincent and Francis. He loved twins. But he adored you from the moment he saw you.
It become common for him to sneak into the mansion during the night, to play with baby you.
"Grandpa Undertaker will never let anything to hurt you, [Y/N]."
Time passed, you grow. You had a great relationship with your brothers.
Your dad had a lot of strange friends. You liked one of them. Undertaker, while strange, was your favourite. He always had cookies or fun stories for you.
For years, life was good.
But that day has come...
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The mansion, where his son and grandchildren lived, were burning.
Not a fire.
Pyre.
Undertaker searched. And searched.
His son was ashes.
His grandchildren were gone.
Undertaker was here all alone. On remains ob burned mansion.
But then... He heard a faint knocking...
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It was a miracle, that you survived. It was a miracle, that Undertaker heard you.
You were now under Francis and Alexis' care. Undertaker would like to take you in, but he must hunt down the people who were behind the attack.
And his dolls must be researched further. For Ciel...
Besides... You were now completely silent. A shell of a child you used to be. Undertaker knows, that you required a lot of care. Undertaker was afraid, that he couldn't give it to you.
For now, he was fine with you not being near.
----
His second grandson returned. With a demon.
Two of his grandchildren were now together again.
And the demon...
Undertaker saw it. That unnatural softness in demon's eyes when he was interacting with you. You were talking with a demon. You saw him is friend.
You could barely talk to Undertaker, and he used to be your favourite person!
Undertaker will make that demon pay. His scythe will cut through the devil's flesh until he drives this fiend back into the very depths of hell.
Undertaker will protect his grandchild. He will protect you.
₊˚୧ PAIRING: Sebastian Michaelis | Grelle Sutcliff | William T. Spears | Ronald Knox | The Undertaker x f!reader || Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji
₊˚୧ CATEGORIES: oneshot | READER 18+
₊˚୧ WARNING: none
₊˚୧ HINT: You need a favour from them.
₊˚୧ WORD COUNT: 1.4k
NOTE: It's been about three years since I've last written for Black Butler characters, so these will be rusty af, but oh well! These are mostly practice drabbles anyway.
Sebastian Michaelis | Kuroshitsuji
Sebastian was presently standing in a damp, gloomy alleyway waiting to meet with you. It was the Earl's request that he follow you and find the cause for your persistent desire to discuss with him. Sebastian glanced at the pitiful state of London's alleyways as he waited, breathed in the scent of murder and defilement and licked his lips at the taste. How many souls lingered blissfully unaware of their feeble lives? How many destinies were undoubtedly intertwined with the Earl's, and how many more would fall at his hands as he sought that bloody revenge? And when at last, the revenge would come, Sebastian would be able to devour yet another soul.
His attention perked up to his side.
Ah, right on time, you were.
"Ah, there you are, Miss Y/N," Sebastian began with a charming, devilish smile on his features, despite being rather displeased to have to be meeting you in such an unfortunate location. "I understand from my Lord that you desired a meeting?"
"Indeed, Sebastian, I wish to make a deal with you."
Sebastian tilted his head.
"I need your help, and I know of nobody more able to help me. In exchange, I will give you anything."
Sebastian almost snickered. Why, that was far too leisurely, and equally far too monotonous.
"Ah, I see now, is that why you have been trying to talk to me privately for the past weeks?"
"Yes. I beg of you, it's just a favour, but I desperately need your help."
Sebastian sighed. He was bound to his master, but that didn't mean he couldn't entertain himself with you. After all, whatever you desired would be nothing for him, and then he'd have you keep your word and owe him. Whichever it was that he'd decide he needed from you. Your soul? Or a favour. A sinister chuckle came rolling from his lips as he removed his glove, offering you his hand to shake.
"What kind of a butler would I be if I refused a deal?"
Grelle Sutcliff | Kuroshitsuji
Grelle sulked, huffed and puffed, repeatedly checking the time and tapping her foot against the ground. How long were you going to take? If she knew you'd take ages to show up, she wouldn't have accepted, after all, she was already in trouble with William for missing on collecting a few souls, and also was late on crossing paths with Sebastian. This better be important, she moped to herself as she waited for you to show up. It was quite lucky for you that she gave you this opportunity, but alas, you finally showed up.
Grelle was fixing her lipstick when you appeared, breathless, leaning against the brick wall of the alleyway. Those damned carriages slowed you more than they helped you get to the meeting on time.
"Grelle! Oh, I'm so glad you're still here. There's something very important I need to ask of you!"
"Oh, you better hope it's important, dear, because if I came here for nothing and missed my sweet Sebas-chan for nothing, you won't like the side of me you'll see." She screeched suddenly, closing her pocket mirror. "Oh, this shade is wonderful, just wonderful, isn't it?... Oh, right. You were saying...?"
"I want to make a deal with you. I need your help."
"A deal?" Grelle leaned back, taken aback. "Deals are not my strong suit, love. Not unless I get something good out of it."
"What do you want? I can try to get it for you."
"Oh, please, darling, if I couldn't get it myself, you surely won't be able to get it for me." Grelle sighed dramatically, then adjusted her glasses, glancing at you. "But perhaps I can spare the time to help you... If that means I don't have to do that awful work. Oh, I've got it! You tell Wirru~ I've been helping you, so he doesn't get mad at me, and we've got a deal!"
William T. Spears | Kuroshitsuji
"No."
"Oh, please! William, it's really important!"
"There's nothing more important than work."
William turned to you with his stern expression, adjusting his glasses before he glanced down at his deathlog. No souls to collect yet, today was a less demanding one than the one before, not that it meant he was free. There was always paperwork to do and other reapers to supervise; he couldn't possibly spare his precious time with whatever stupid thing it was you needed.
"William, it really is important. I swear, this time I mean it. Come on, I will chase you until you accept! You know I mean it, and I will do it."
William didn't spare you another glance.
"Please, William. I will return the favour this time, whatever it is you want, I will give it to you, but help me out! Can't you see I'm desperate!"
William sighed deeply, with emphasis as he stopped in his tracks and turned to you. He said nothing at first, only eyed you, before he closed his deathlog and placed it in his pocket.
"Very well. I will do whatever favour you desire this time, if you promise to never disrupt me again."
"But William! That's so unfair."
"These are my conditions."
Ronald Knox | Kuroshitsuji
"Oh my, oh my! A favour, you say! I don't see why not!" Ronald whistled, hands caught together as he stretched lazily. He leaned back in his chair, letting his head drop as he checked you out.
Ronald pushed himself up, one hand on the table, checking his watch on the other. He had time before his shift, so if it wasn't something too big, he could definitely give you a hand, but before so, he had to tease you a bit. That was how Ronald functioned; he had to make you flustered before he gave in and helped you out.
"But, let me guess. I wasn't your first call, huh? Sutcliff-senpai refused you, and William prooobably kicked your ass out of office, hm? Got that right?" Ronald let his weight drop from one foot to the other. "Oh, don't look away, I know I got it right."
"Stop teasing, Knox. Will you help me or not?"
"Sure, sure. I said I would... but, is there something in it for me too? Because I am such a good friend?"
"Do you want something specific?"
"Am I allowed to think of my payment later?" Ronald winked, trying to take your hand, but you took it away, flustered. "Is that a no, then?"
"...fine. Okay, but help me out now, will you?"
"Hah, always! Count on me, dear!"
Undertaker | Kuroshitsuji
"Tehehehehe, no no, my poppet, there's no need for apologies. You've arrived just in time. Come, sit. Oh, don't make dear old Undertaker feel bad for keeping you standing..."
The Undertaker waved you over with a chuckle, his voice betraying his amusement at having you around, his sleeve draped over his hand. As he motioned to you, his bony scarred fingers adorned with rings peeked through the fabric. Those long, dark nails pointed at one of the sealed coffins on the floor.
However eerie his store was, you couldn't deny that seeing your acquaintance there brought you a sense of ease. Or at least as much comfort as one could feel in a funerary home in the company of an eccentric man whose past hardly anyone knew. He was a mysterious figure who had the power to steer the course of the Phantomhive's missions. Perhaps the only known thing about him was the fact that he haggled with underground information and always possessed a curious amount of knowledge.
So you knew there was no safer place to be than the Undertaker's. The man's head was turned toward you, hat tipped forward. You were never sure he even saw you, as his bangs hid his eyes from you, but despite the lack of a visible pair of eyes, you could feel that you were fixed by him. That was how the Undertaker was, but however bizarre, you knew you could come to him.
"I came to make a deal. In exchange for your help, I will offer you anything you desire."
"A bargain? Why, poppet, it's been long since I last heard such a proposition. Yet, I must admit, the prospect of it... Oh, it is terribly amusing."
"What do you want in return?"
"In return? Tehehehe, poppet, you know already, the price I ask for will always remain the same."
