BlackButler-Inserts

 White clear specks of snow flies down from heaven. It is December 12, 1888 in London, England. At the Crystalline Manor, Sabrina is preparing invitations to the Winter Ball that will take place at her mansion on Friday evening. 'Which nobles should I invited to the ball?' *knock-knock* Sabrina looks up from her paperwork to see who is at the door. "Come in Christopher." Sabrina tells her butler. As Christopher opens the door of her study room he places Chamomile Tea on the side of her desk. She thanks her butler and takes a small sip of the tea. "I have noticed my lady that you are struggling with the preparations for the ball." Christopher

(...)- your name. —---------------------------------------------------------— They met every year under the winters first moon.. He makes his way to the tall figure clad in black whose back faces him. Black feathers scattered on the white snow as he stood in his true form. His mate. the only sound in the night are those of his footsteps as he gently trudged on the snow. They stood beside each other, His children. Like they did eons ago. They were two halves of one, formed from the same breath. Pure beings. He was cast out from heaven as he fell down with those who rebelled against Him to fiery depths of hell. For beings lik

(a/n hello everyone!! welcome to part one of a fanfiction that i wrote who knows how long ago but never posted! this is a modern-day ciel au!!! btw i’m starting it in ciel’s pov but it switches to the reader’s pov in the second scene since i wanted to make it more clear to you guys what exactly happens to ciel. i have always wanted to write a ‘funny’ ciel fanfic, and i’m so happy that this achieved what i wanted!!! i hope you guys like this!!)   Ciel looked out at the pink-streaked gray sky from the first class window and sighed.   He was bored, but wasn't tired enough to sleep, and he wasn't sure how l

     Demon; angel; shinigami.    Your grip tightened on the handle of your death scythe―well, your loaned death scythe, anyway―as you walked tensely forward into the darkness that had once embraced you like a loving pair of arms. He was still here; his scent lingered strongly in the air and the electric charge of his presence tingled over your skin. Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you turned a corner in this shadowy labyrinth that Phantomhive called a mansion, your eyes instantly falling on an impossibly simple door: polished wood with panelling and a burnished golden handle. Yet within the chamber that door led to was

     He was not human.      To forget that was to become prey already limp in the jaws of its hunter—yet already your grip on the whip was weakening, his fingers gently loosening yours and taking the control into those slender, wickedly clever hands.      I am yours to command.      Your eyes closed for a second, the darkness taking shape behind your eyelids and unfurling into shapes with no name; your fingers clenched on air, blood boiling under the incandescent lines of the contract seal branded onto your body and soul. Not for the first time, the thought that contract seals branded a demon’s human much like a slaughterhouse

     It wasn’t a question of would Grell ever love you, it was a question of would the heavens ever fall and knock the red reaper on the head hard enough to completely change all that embodied Grell Sutcliff. That was, unquestionably, the only way the long-dreamt of relationship could ever bloom into existence.      And if that came, even you weren’t sure if you would still be able to ever love Grell without guilt.      A sudden singing of your name alerted you to Grell’s presence and you forced a smile onto your lips, greeting the flamboyant Shinigami with a casual grin.      “Well, speak of the devil,” you

William had been working everyone to the bone that day. No one really expected it to happen, and to her of all people. Grell  had seen the look of despair in his colleague eyes. He saw the same expression on his face, but there was something missing. When news got out that she had perished, everyone was in shock, even Pops. The bubbly personality, the well organized files, even her annoying habit of putting paper clips in both sides of the file would be missed. Grell sighed and looked out the window, William had been showing around new recruits, directing them to the other office on the opposite side of the building. It was a bit farther tha

 The slight wind howled, the tree branches swayed and rustled against each other, while the owl on top of it hooted. Aside from the night noises, it was pretty quiet outside at the balcony. Elizabeth Midford sat on a stone chair near the ledge; her eyes looking at a far distance. You were standing quite a far ways from her, with your breath held in for what seemed like the longest time ever—waiting for Lady Elizabeth to speak. The white owl hooted one last time, looked at you both, then flew off into the night. Elizabeth had her fists clutching the sides of her dress, as if she was trying to force herself not to break down in front of