phqntomhive
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if anyone likes sebaciel ……. enjoy hell 😘
just wanted to let you guys know i won’t be posting for the next few days cause i’m going on a lil trip! :)
posting will resume on sunday
can you do Cheslock playing reader like an instrument
sorry anon, i don’t write for cheslock :(
Hi there! I adore your blog and I was so happy when I saw you pop up on my dash! Could I request a scenario of Soma x fem reader with the “b” prompt from the Soulmate AU post? Sorry, if that’s really specific, I’m a total sucker for the soulmate troupe lol. Thank you so much, and I hope you are having a lovely day!
aaaaa I’m so glad you’re enjoying my content!! <3
and never be sorry, this is so cute omg. I hope you’re having a lovely day too!!
SOULMATE AU ALPHABET
b…ody art (doodles that a person draws on themselves appear on their soulmate’s skin).
When a small scribble of a lotus flower appears on the inside of your wrist, your heart skips a beat. You know what it means ― your soulmate is drawing on their skin, and finally you might be able to figure out who they are.
The next thing that shows up on your skin is a scrawling of words beneath the lotus, but… it’s in a language you don’t recognize. None of your usual coworkers can parse it, so you pay a visit to one of your business associates, Ciel. (He’s got a couple of hearts on his face today, probably a sweet reminder from his own fiancée.) Funnily enough, he’s not the one who helps you; he can’t read it, even though he says it looks like some kind of Indian dialect.
It’s actually his butler who offers more specific advice. Sebastian tells you that it looks like Hindi to him, and suggests that you might try asking his friend Agni, who’s currently staying in Ciel’s townhouse with his master, Prince SOMA.
Off you go on the next leg of your journey, and at the townhouse the door is answered by a tall, smiling Indian man in a turban who asks what he can do for you. After confirming that this is Agni, you shyly display your wrist in his direction with both the lotus and the words in full view.
“I’m so sorry if I’m bothering you or being presumptuous,” you say, “but Mr. Sebastian told me this might be Hindi. Would it be too much trouble for you to translate it for me if it is?”
The thought of him possibly ending up as your soulmate crossed your mind when Sebastian mentioned him. Although he and Soma surely can’t be the only Indians here in London, they’re the only two who are vaguely in your circle of acquaintances.
As it stands, you’ve never met either of them before, so your soulmate could just as easily be someone else you’ve never met… perhaps they’re even still in India!
Practically the second he sees the miniature picture and words, his eyes go wide. His smile doesn’t disappear, though, and he quickly ushers you inside. “Here, stay a moment… I think my prince can help you much more than I can.”
“Oh, ah… of course.” Although that’s strange, you take a seat where he directs you to, and you wait anxiously.
You can’t get too lost in thought, because just a moment later there are clamoring footsteps coming down the stairs. “He bhagavaan, is this real life?!”
The man you’re faced with is within a few years of your age, maybe a bit younger, with a shockingly violet shade of hair tied up in a messy ponytail. And his eyes, those eyes, it’s like his creator poured golden sunshine right into them.
… And sunshine right into his smile, too. His face is so bright, you’re surprised the townhouse even needs lamps. Couldn’t he just light the rooms himself by smiling?
Agni is right behind him, clearly attempting to get the other man under some kind of control even though he’s smiling himself. “Lady (Name), please, meet my lord, Prince Soma Asman Kadar. Will you show him what you showed me?”
“Oh, ah… yes, yes.” You hold your wrist out almost like an offering, so that he can see everything which came into existence on your skin. “I’m sorry, is it difficult to read? Is that why Mr. Agni needed your help?”
Soma laughs, and moves to roll up his own sleeve. “Yes, I’m the only one who can read my own writing! It’s ― what do you say it like in English? ‘Chicken scratch’? Look!”
As soon as your eyes make contact with his wrist, you feel almost like they’re going to fall right out of your head. Right there on his gorgeous skin is black ink, just like what appeared on yours… a drawing of a lotus, and a scribbling of some words.
You’re so stunned, you can’t do anything but hold on when Soma grabs you and twirls you around. His excitement is endearing and you’re not sure you would stop him if you were thinking straight right now. “It’s you!” he laughs. “It’s you, it’s you, it’s you!! This is the moment I’ve been waiting for my whole life, when I finally meet my princess!”
“O-oh… oh, my!” You can’t help but giggle right along with him, keeping yourself as close as you possibly can. He’s so… adorable. His happiness is infectious, in part because you’ve been waiting quite a while for this, too.
“I should have drawn more!” A grin splits his face instead of the simple smile he was sporting, his hand grasping at your wrist. “Don’t worry, don’t worry! When I wash this off in the bath, I’ll make sure to draw something else so you’ll know I’m wishing you goodnight. What’s your favorite flower? I’ll draw it right on my arm!”
Without much more fanfare, Agni gently waves the two of you off up the staircase, saying you should go talk while he gets some snacks. Of course, this seems to agree rather well with Soma, who tugs you on up the stairs enthusiastically.
“Come on! My room is very relaxing, and Agni is the best cook. We’ll have such a great afternoon getting to know each other!”
You had no other obligations anyway, and if you did, you’d be canceling them. This is much more important; you’ve met the person you’re going to spend the rest of your life with, and you desperately want to learn everything you can about him.
So you allow him to pull you along, though you do pause at the top of the stairs. “O-oh, Soma! Soma, by the way, this thing you wrote… it’s Hindi, then, isn’t it? What does it say?”
“Ah…” He takes your arm again, putting it side by side with his. With a fingertip he points at each word. (Amusingly, he seems to say it haltingly, as if even he has to decipher his own penmanship.)
“Here, it says… ‘Once upon a time’.” His face colors slightly, a blush standing out just a little against the sienna hue of his cheeks. “I’m not sure where I was going with that, actually, but… it makes a cute story to tell people!”
Well, he’s certainly not wrong about that.
Maybe you’ll have to doodle him a little picture and message later, too.
𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒
𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐀 .ᐟ
scenario | surprising him with kisses
𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐈 .ᐟ
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘 .ᐟ
𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄
𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐖𝐄𝐑 .ᐟ
𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐓𝐎𝐍 .ᐟ
𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 .ᐟ
𝐉𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓 .ᐟ
scenario | surprising him with a visit/hug
𝐄𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐃 .ᐟ
scenario | surprising him with kisses
𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 .ᐟ
𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 : edward midford, soma, platonic!joanne harcourt
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : you surprise your boyfriend with a smothering of kisses/platonic! you surprise your brother with a visit/hug
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : slightly suggestive obv minus joanne’s, mentions of anxiety
𝐚/𝐧 : love the phantom five boys! this idea is from @dior-luxury ‘s series with the twst characters. i highly recommend that you check it out! please enjoy. :)
𝐄𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐃
Hot. That was the only word to describe the temperatures of June 4th, 1889. The sun rays beaming brightly down on your skin for the past few hours left you lightheaded, the abundance of layers that built up your attire only causing you more distress. But, you still needed to achieve your goal for the day; surprising your beloved.
You were lucky his prefect was so understanding of your request to visit him before his match against the Sapphire Owl house, him taking it as you delivering a good luck charm to the lad. A good luck charm? One supposes it could be. An ambush? Most definitely.
A creak in the floorboards of the locker rooms echoed as you crouched behind a set of wooden lockers, your eyes trained on Edward as he walked all on his lonesome to grab a sweat rag from his locker. His eyes were trained on the path in front of him, a determined gleam radiating off of them as his steps thunked across the room. His heart was dead set on winning, wishing to make his sister as well as you proud. So, he would make sure to play at his top performance.
As your beloved remained deep in thought, rummaging through his belongings with haste, you stepped out from your hiding spot behind the lockers.
Without even giving the boy time to think, your hand quickly gripped onto his wrist, dragging him into the nearest storage closet.
Edward’s eyes widened with alarm, immediately finding it difficult to adjust to the darkness in the room. His hands felt around for something to hold onto, perhaps the door handle so he could make a hasty escape from his perpetrator. However, he was met with a soft texture. This was no type of wood, or cricket paddle, it was a cloth of high quality material. Soon after, the scent of something, more accurately, someone familiar met his nose.
“[Name]? What are you doing—“
You did not give him time to finish his sentence before you cupped his cheeks, placing an eager kiss on his lips.
It was no simple kiss; it contained the passion, adoration, and longing star-crossed lovers shared when finally meeting. Many months had passed since you had last seen your Edward in person, and letters simply were not enough to regale your adoration to him. The emotion within your shared embrace was telling of your yearning, and he could not help but be consumed by it.
Arms wrapped around your waist in an attempt to ground himself, his wide, emerald eyes, blinking rapidly as he took in the sight of you. “Bloody—“, he sputtered, before being silenced by another kiss.
Numerous kisses were then placed on Edward’s body; one on his nose, two on his cheeks flushed with red, then one on his neck. You did not want to stop; you were practically radiating with the tenderness and warmth you had missed giving your beloved. His flustered protests went ignored by you as you pressed more and more gentle, passionate kisses along his pale skin. A growing feeling in his stomach kept growing, like butterflies that would flutter in a garden. It made him feel like he was going to melt into a pile of mush simply from your affection.
Finally, one last kiss was placed upon his lips where your assault had begun. You then raised your hands to cup his cheeks once again, brushing away the blonde pieces of hair that framed his face. Soon enough, his hands raised to steady the gentle hold you had on him and his face lowered, allowing you to lean your forehead against his.
“This is highly inappropriate,” he mumbled, eyes intent on looking into yours despite the uneven beating of his heart.
You smiled cheekily, playfully pinching his cheek. “You seem to be enjoying it though, my knight.”
Edward released his hands from your grip, confidentially placing his hand in your own to lead you out of the darkened closet. The lad still had a game to win, after all. “How in the world did you even get back here?” He questioned as he guided you.
“I told your prefect that you’re my fiancé. He was more than willing to let me in.”
His eyes widened with fear, already sensing the onslaught of questions from his housemates. “WHAT—?” He nervously shouted, though it sounded more like the screech of a banshee.
You slyly smirked behind your gloved hand. “By the by, he expects an explanation as to why you did not tell him about me during the celebration later this evening.”
“You are bloody lucky that I’ve missed you.”
───
𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐀
Soma’s time spent at Weston College had been one of the best experiences of his life in England— an entertaining game of cricket, enjoying a large slice of chicken meat pie, and being able to celebrate his good friend's victory with a party created unforgettable memories. Unforgettable is more of an umbrella term for his feelings, even the more painful aspects of his adventures were precious to him; such as his yearning for you whilst apart.
Yearning is agonizing, yet it makes the heart grow fonder. The amount of love and sweetness that dripped into the ink he used to write his letters to you was immense, nearly overflowing. He spoke of his new friends, his studies, and his secret, not so secret, mission for the Earl Phantomhive; but every letter without fail contained heartfelt words of a longing to embrace you again. Tears were brought to your eyes each time you received a letter, knowing deep down that he had more than likely placed a kiss on the seal before sending it off. It made you feel as if you were a young child again, dreaming of an extravagant future where an unexpected suitor swept you off your feet.
Prince Soma of Bengal simply had that effect on you.
So, when you finally caught sight of him at the celebration, you quickly grabbed his forearm and dragged him away from the festivities. It only took Soma a moment to realize who exactly had whisked him away. “[Name], just the person I wanted to see! How are you, my-” he laughed as you abruptly pressed him against a tree, stealing a kiss as you did so.
Your attack did not simply stop there, no, it continued for what felt like hours. Kisses were placed on his cheeks, then his forehead, and then suddenly his lips again; all gaining a deeper, gentle passion as you entangled your fingers in his dark plum locks. All the while, his hair was spilling out from its low-pony and his boater hat was nearly completely off his head. He was practically melting from your touch, consumed by the gratification he felt after receiving the affection he had been craving from you.
“Whoa, feeling bold are we?” He whispered against your lips, grinning happily as he wrapped his arms around your waist.
Now he was only encouraging your behavior. You pressed several more kisses onto his skin, scattering light kisses across his neck and along his long fingers. Finally, you placed your last kiss on his nose, gently holding one of his hands to cup your cheek. “Hello, my love.” you whispered, pressing deeper into your beloved's hand.
Soma returned the favor, pressing a quick peck on your temple. “Hi, sweets.”
Before he was able to pull back, you pressed closer to him, flushing your body against his. “I missed you.”
He was going to go crazy.
“I missed you more! It was so boring here without you. You know what’s amazing, I already learned all the subjects they teach here back at home in Bengal. I mean, you would be amazed by how easy it—” he whined before abruptly being interrupted by another onslaught of kisses.
Small chuckles came from the boy, slowly turning into full blown laughter. “Again? You flatter me, love!”
“Soma, stop giggling!” you groaned, pulling away from him.
He only giggled in response, pulling your waist closer so you couldn’t back away. “I can’t help it! Your kisses are so gentle that they tickle.”
A frown formed on your face as a heated staring contest was shared between you and the prince, neither winning nor losing in this particular debate. After all, he found you cute whether you were upset with him or not. “Don’t be embarrassed, I love it!”
───
𝐉𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓
Excitement. There was no better word to describe how the shy boy from Scarlet Fox house was feeling. Today was going to be wonderful; a face off between friends, high stakes, and a thrilling game of cricket were waiting for him in just a few hours. The most exciting event of all, however, was none of these. It was finally being able to see you, his sibling, after so many months.
How he’d missed you, it was odd waking up in the morning without you and your older sisters at the breakfast table. Though, his mornings still contained just the right amount of lively chatter. But of course, it has not been the same without you.
Being a sibling is a privilege, and having good-hearted ones was an even bigger privilege. He had heard and read stories about siblings who would back-stab, manipulate, and abandon their siblings; but he never quite understood why. He had been lucky enough to have been born and allowed to grow up with good people around him, people who had already experienced the harshness of the world yet remained kind. That trait became something he admired; something he wished to be. And he can only believe what the people around him say, that he’s as kind as a summer breeze.
But some part of him wonders, is that really true?
Truthfully, he feels selfish even for asking that you make an appearance at his first cricket game. Selfish for asking you to carve out part of your day for him, and even more so for requesting you specifically. He can not help but feel as though he is asking for so much, yet he knows deep down he is asking for so little. He knows you will show up, but a seedling of doubt makes him believe you won’t. Such are the troubles that come from his anxiety.
Finally, it is his turn to throw the ball. His confidence is at its high, yet it wanes as he catches a glimpse of the crowd. Suddenly, his eyes are searching, scanning for any familiar faces, until finally they land on your family. You are quick to notice his stares in your direction, waving eagerly at him as you released a loud cheer for his team. You came, you really came!
A relieved smile spreads across his face, now fully focused on this game. He was going to make you proud. Until, a painful stabbing feeling was felt coming from his stomach.
Terrible. He feels terrible, and so dreadfully embarrassed. After being hauled off the field by one of the housemasters, Joanne was placed onto a bed in the infirmary. And even worse than that, his whole team had been disqualified due to the majority of them getting food poisoning. It was unfortunate, the chicken meat pie had been quite delicious.
A sigh left his lips as he rested on the white sheeted bed, a silence soon following as he was left with only himself and his thoughts. The scene of him falling to the ground in pain kept replaying in his mind, making his fingers twitch with discomfort. He then began counting three objects in the room, then three sounds he recognized, then three body parts that he could move; a method of calming down he had learned from you. But, it wasn’t enough to make the thoughts and images leave his mind.
That was the curse that was his anxiety.
Suddenly, two knocks on the door drew his attention. Then, shortly after, the door creaked open, revealing you on the other side holding a glass of water. Closing the door behind you, you entered the room and approached the bed your brother laid on.
His eyes widened, quickly adjusting his body into a sitting position. “[Name]?”
You smiled fondly, taking a seat in the wooden chair next to him. “Of course it is.”
You carefully handed the glass of water to your brother, making sure he would not drop it. Soon, he began taking small sips of water, which quelled his thirst. “How are you feeling, Jo?” you questioned, leaning back in your chair.
For a moment, you thought you caught a flash of a frown on his face. His hands fidgeted with his cup before he placed it on the side table next to him. “A little better, though my first cricket game did not go exactly as I had hoped.” he chuckled, attempting to hide the truth of his feelings.
However, it didn’t go unnoticed by you. You took a gentle grip of his hands, drawing his attention to something other than the memories of the last few hours. “It’s alright, dear. A little food poisoning might hurt you now, but I’m sure later you’ll laugh at the circumstance soon in the future.” you smiled.
It was such a simple yet true statement; that made it fact. The fact was he was going to enjoy a laugh about the incident with his new friends. The fact was he was going to forget the situation and remember it as a fond memory. The fact was he was going to be okay.
Joanne let it sit for a moment, took a deep breath in, and let it out. He let his body relax and focused on the good events that happened today. “I suppose you aren’t wrong. I still had a lot of fun playing against Phantomhive.” he muttered, a smile creeping up on his face.
“Is that the friend you wrote about in your letters?” Keeping his mind off the matter was a good thing, it kept him occupied. To your question, he gave you a single nod.
Your eyes widened for a moment, then you gave him a pat on the head. “I’m glad you’re making friends again.”
Joanne was a shy boy, not one to branch out or make himself known to the people around him. Him simply making the reach to make new friends was refreshing and exciting for him, it almost made you jealous.
Soon your arms wrapped around your brother, bringing him into a warm embrace. Feelings of longing and pride filled you, happy to be reunited with your dear brother once again. It nearly brought you to tears. “I’m so proud of you, Jo. You’ve grown so much, I almost fear I’m falling behind.” you whispered, adding a light chuckle towards the end of your words.
Joanne returned your hug, squeezing you tightly. He nuzzled into your shoulder, murmuring against your shoulder. “Don’t say that, [Name]. I think we’ve both changed in the months we’ve been apart, but I think our respect for each other hasn’t faltered a bit.”
Removing one of your hands from your embrace, you gently patted his hair. “You’re too sweet for your own good, truly.” you whispered, placing a soft kiss on the crown of his head.
Though it was not said with words, both of your actions wrote words of thanks.
Thank you for being here for me.
Thank you for worrying about me.
And thank you for being kind to me.
After a few more moments of silence, you removed yourself from the hug. A light grip was then placed on your brother's shoulders, bringing his attention to you once again. “Would you like to come sit with me on the lawn to watch the last match tomorrow? Your friends can join us.” you insisted.
Joanne’s eyes widened with shock at your suggestion. “Is that truly alright?”
Another smile spread across your face upon seeing his change of heart. “As long as your school’s rules don’t hold a tradition stating you’re not allowed to sit with your family.”
Joanne returned your smile with his own grin. “Lawn it is, then!” he happily exclaimed.
@𝐩𝐡𝐪𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞 — ˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ - please do not translate or plagiarize my works.
some black butler as random posts to pass the time pt 2:
Hi I just saw your Sebastian post and I love it btw, that's all just wanted to give you a feed back 😺
thank you so much anon! i’m glad you enjoyed it! :)
some black butler as random posts to pass the time:
Sebastian and a closeted!male s/o
𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐖/ 𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒/𝐎
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : headcanons
𝐚/𝐧 : ask and you shall receive! hope you enjoy anon! :)
𖤐 | Sebastian, quite frankly, could care less about what your sexuality is. A soul is a soul, and he happens to find yours reasonably pleasant. In his eyes, competence is what matters most. You were certainly more emotionally intelligent than your peers if you were able to decipher such an important part of yourself on your own. Better yet, to have the bravery to speak to him about such a matter.
𖤐 | He notices quite quickly of your tendencies. As a demon, he is rather observant of his surroundings so he can properly dispatch enemies for his master and perform at his top ability. Hence, he takes notice of your secretive nature when it came to your preferences. One instance was when you were gossiping with Mey-Rin when the conversation led to some “girl talk”, in other words discussing marriage, kids, and other topics that were answered with complicated responses. Your friend, of course, meant well with her whole heart, but the demon pulled you away after noticing you were becoming rather uncomfortable. Especially during the eighteen hundreds, being queer was looked down upon, so he understood your adamance on hiding who you were attracted to. Though, as stated before, he could care less about that.
𖤐 | He would drop a few hints that he is aware of your predicament, solely for his own amusement. A few jokes might be shared between the two of you, leaving you angrily frowning at him as he tries to remain composed. Or, he might randomly drop the knowledge that he knows how you are feeling then quickly run off to tend to his other duties. He likes to keep you guessing.
𖤐 | If he ever meets your family or friends, then he of course will not tell a soul about your predicament if you so wish. He will acknowledge the nervous twitches of your fingers, the careful thought that goes into your next words, your uneven breathing; there is little to nothing that he does not notice about how you interact with your family or friends. Being closeted about who you are may not necessarily be about how nice and supportive your loved ones are, or about how cruel they are; it might simply come from anxiety, a very natural feeling to have. No matter what the cause is, Sebastian will do his best to understand and support you, in his own way.
@𝐩𝐡𝐪𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞 — ˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ - please do not translate or plagiarize my works.
𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑
𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐋 .ᐟ
𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍 .ᐟ
headcanons | closeted s/o
𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐘 .ᐟ
headcanons | you’re their sibling
𝐌𝐄𝐘-𝐑𝐈𝐍 .ᐟ
headcanons | you’re their sibling
𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐄 .ᐟ
headcanons | you’re their sibling
𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐘 .ᐟ
headcanons | you’re their sibling
𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑
𝐍𝐎𝐀𝐇’𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐒
𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄
𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒
𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒
𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 : baldoroy, mey-rin, snake, finny
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : sibling hcs with the phantomhive servants minus sebastian
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : SPOILERS FOR EVERYONES BACKSTORIES !!!!
𝐚/𝐧 : this is my first time writing for black butler, so i hope you enjoy! :)
𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐘
𖤐 | Baldoroy, as any person would be, is protective over you. However, this is not just because of his wife and son passing, no, he has been like this since you were born. Ever since he first laid eyes on you, he decided that you were his precious sibling that needed protecting from the harsh cruelties of the world; just as any older sibling would do. And he made sure you were aware of it. If you were ever bullied, attacked, or misguided by the wrong crowd, your older brother would be there to beat the bad guys up for you. This fact still remains the same even though the two of you are much older than you were when he made that statement. The two of you would always be there for each other, no matter what.
𖤐 | Interestingly enough, you were even his person of honor at his wedding!
𖤐 | He, with much of you begging, takes him with you when he goes overseas to work at the Phantomhive Manor. He had already seen the destruction and grief that life had given him, and he feared that taking you with him would bring more of it to him. He was afraid of losing you; the only person he truly trusted in this world. But, he needed a new start. And this English butler that had appeared before him on the battlefield had offered him just that. So, he decided to take you with him.
𖤐 | The two of you are the primary cause of Sebastian’s stress, the amount of times you have caught the kitchen on fire is one too many. Your brother is a complete fool when it comes to cooking or even baking, it is amazing how the two of you have survived for so long. Though, the two of you are learning. The moment Mey-Rin and Finny were appalled by the abomination you had created out of a chicken, you decided you need to kick it up a notch. You asked Sebastian to let you borrow a few cook books, and you got to reading. However, it did not help as much as you had hoped it would. Getting your brother to go along with it was also a task, but the two of you eventually somehow made an edible dish. That was a one time occurrence.
𖤐 | On occasion, your brother will attempt to recreate some dishes from your childhood. As far away from home as the two of you are, it is rare that you ever prepare American delicacies for the young master so he has to take it upon himself in his free time to make the dishes. He tries to remember the memories from when you two were still youngsters and just learning how to work with basic farm equipment, but it becomes rather hard due to most of his recent memories being of fire and war. But, he still looks at you like you’re still a child. Though you have grown, become wiser, and aged; you are still little to him. He can only see a child whenever you smile, it reminds him of the good old days when it was just the two of you. Which is exactly why your happiness is so precious when you enjoy a home cooked, rather, a burnt meal that your mother used to make you. He may be awful at it now, but he will keep trying until he gets it right.
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𝐌𝐄𝐘-𝐑𝐈𝐍
𖤐 | Mey-Rin is very protective of you, primarily due to your past. Your parents passed away in an epidemic when you were rather young, leaving you and your sister to fend for yourselves. After the brutal end of your friends Jan and Hao, you became assassins for the Chinese mafia. Leaving meant death, and failure meant just the same. Your meeting of Sebastian and the young master was the purest luck that the two of you had been bestowed, and you both worked hard to earn your place as servants of the Phantomhive family. You even found new people to call your own family.
𖤐 | She is a truly caring sister, however, you believe she is the one who needs the most help. More often than not, you will find Mey-Rin in an unfortunate situation. There are many ways said situation could play out, the options are; she has tried to grab the china so she could set the table, but ended up falling on the floor and breaking it all, or she tried to do the laundry, but put the wrong amount of soap in, or something possibly much, much worse. You, however, do not simply leave her on her own; you assist her and solve the problem all in one fell swoop. She is more than thankful for you, she doesn’t know what she’d do without you.
𖤐 | The two of you are definitely gossips, but only to yourselves and your fellow servants. One instance would be the opera singer that spent the night during the horrifying dinner party that resulted in several murders occurring, Miss Irene Diaz. Despite being older than both you and your sister, she retained a youthful appearance. How odd, the both of you thought. A part of you entertained the idea that she might be a vampire, but you knew something else had to be afoot. Later, the two of you and Ran-Mao were tasked with going through her suitcase due to her being under suspicion. So, you went through her things and there! A bottle of red perilla extract, a herb said to have anti-aging effects. The two of you talked about it all day once the guests left, pondering on the possibilities of the scandal reaching the public. Ah, the drama!
𖤐 | Reading scary stories has become a pastime for the two of you, them often becoming bedtime stories before the both of you nod off. Learning how to read and write has become of great use to the both of you, not just for your jobs, but for indulging in literature. The young masters library contains various texts, from history to romance, from adventure to biographies, but most importantly; horror novels. The terrifying images people can create with words is truly interesting, and it makes for a nice scare before bed; even though it might result in a nightmare every now and then.
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𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐄
𖤐 | Since you were children, Snake has been a protective brother. Having been locked in a cage, fed only mice, and having been treated as a freak-show caused him to be this way. His wish since those days was for the both of you to live freely, without the people around you being disgusted by your scaly skin, a feature unique only to the two of you. And that wish came to fruition when your new family found you; the first-string members of a traveling circus. They did not look at you with disdain nor did they coil back from the texture of your skin; they welcomed you with open arms. For the first time, the two of you were acknowledged as people.
𖤐 | Though you were not as adept at snake taming as your brother, his snakes like you rather well. Especially Lady Emily, who adores you. While you lie in bed, she likes to break off from the group and slither into bed and lie close to you. Snakes are cold blooded, which is why they require heat to regulate their body temperature, so using you as a heater is her own technique. Though it is dangerous for the little snake, she is a risk taker so she does it anyway. As a concerned snake charmer and a concerned brother, Snake worries about both you and Emily. What if you accidentally squish her while you're resting? What if the two of you become too cold during the night? All these thoughts run through his head until he eventually leaves the comforts of his bed to lay another blanket over the top of you. Even despite his worries, he thinks the sight of you and Emily cuddling together is adorable.
𖤐 | Learning how to read and write together was an experience, but it was a fun one nonetheless. Being taught by your fellow servants at the Phantomhive Manor how to decipher words was hard, as they were not the best teachers. The head butler, or as you knew him, Black, however was a great help. He made understanding writings a more manageable task, though he was a harsh teacher. You and your brother learned fast enough though, now being able to read labels and basic texts. Now knowing the basics, you desired to learn more. You gave a request to Black, asking for more complicated stories; and more complicated stories you got. He delivered a few thick books to your quarters within a few days, stating “Good luck.” How were you not supposed to worry!? So, you enlisted your brother for help. Every night, the two of you read a few pages aloud to help you get better at reading. Though not as fond of it as you are, Snake enjoys the time that you get to spend together by reading.
𖤐 | Often the two of you are put together to complete housework; your master is quite demanding after all. Unfortunately, you and your brother are not well-versed with household chores. However, you're definitely better at it than your fellow servants. At least you don’t burn the kitchen down, or flood the laundry room, or somehow accidentally use insecticide on the whole garden, ruining the lush beauty of it all. These are Sebastian’s words, not yours.
𖤐 | Snake likes to give you headpats if you’ve done a good job, like your little adventure on the Campania. A stressful journey it was, but you did rather well on it. After the two of you were handed the plate of food by your master, you ran off to feed your brother's snakes. And much to your horror, you were caught. Even more horrifying than that, you were faced with a large army of unknown, and certainly undead creatures that would send an old lady into shock. You and your companions, however, were not old ladies. So you ran as fast as your legs could take you, dragging along your young master and his fiancé behind your brother. After facing off against the bizarre creatures, the lot of you ran off to the boiler room, only to be met with the room flooding. Then, after another near death experience, you and your brother ended up being placed on a lifeboat. Shaking from the cold and the aftershock from the events that had occurred only a few moments ago, Snake scooted even closer to you in an attempt to give you more warmth. He then reached his hand up to pat your head, silently telling you, “You’ve done well.”
𖤐 | Just as any person desires, Snake needs reassurance too. The two of you are the same; having been shunned for your skin as well as your eyes. Even with you by his side, he can not help but feel lonely at times. “Being all by oneself is lonely…”, as he once told you. Though rarely apart, and even surrounded by people, one can still be lonely. This is why, despite growing and changing through the years, the two of you still share the same room. So even while the two of you become lost in the land of dreams, you can share your loneliness together.
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𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐘
𖤐 | Similar to Mey-Rin, Finny is extremely protective of you due to your pasts as experiments. The two of you were taken as children, and forced to become weapons of war. You did not even know how to read, write, or talk before the young master and Sebastian took the both of you in. The two of you slowly began to pick up on the teachings Sebastian gave you, and soon you were able to properly communicate with your brother and others around you. It was freeing. Now, you could express your gratitude for each other, with not simply actions, but with words as well. Finny swears when he heard you say “I love you” for the first time, he nearly cried from joy. (He did cry, sobbed in fact.)
𖤐 | Finny is deathly afraid of the two of you becoming separated. It is his biggest fear. He quite honestly does not know what he would do without you. The two of you have been together since he can remember; he doesn’t remember a moment when the two of you were not together. With you not at his side, it would be like losing a part of himself. This is why the two of you are always seen together, almost never apart unless necessary.
𖤐 | He always checks up on you at bed time, making sure that you’re sound asleep. The pain the two of you went through comes with side effects; nightmares. Finny’s nightmares come often, luckily, not as often as they used to. But, you still tend to have them. Flashbacks to men in lab coats holding you down, the ghost of needles pricking your arm, the scarce truth that all you could do was scream; they all encroach you like a predator to its prey, shrouding you in inky darkness. Finny is your sun, guiding you through darkness where it isn’t so lonely. As you rest in your bed, tossing and turning, your brother will gently wake you up with a cup of hot milk and some honey. He heard it helps soothe the mind; and if it helps the young master, it might just help you too. If you wish to speak about your nightmare, Finny is more than willing to listen. However, if you’re not willing to talk, silence is fine with him too. As long as you start feeling better, he is willing to wait.
𖤐 | If you’re a gardener for the manor like him, you will have to be in charge of making sure the boy does not accidentally use insecticide on the whole garden. Finny is not the most adept gardener; in fact, you swear you once saw one of the many dead trees in the manors garden still moving. That is not normal, not at all. Since that incident, you have taken it upon yourself to take over most of the garden work. Your efforts may not be as elegant or impressive as Sebastian’s, but they are certainly a better situation to have than the atrocities your brother has created in the past.
𖤐 | If you’re not a gardener for the manor, he will occasionally check up on you as you go about your chores. He’s a worry wart about you, as said previously. He’s terrified of being separated from you in fear of losing you, so he periodically takes a peak of how you’re doing before returning to his work. Eventually, he gets caught by Sebastian. The boy does get in a little trouble, but convinces Sebastian to do the periodic check-ups for him. This quells his worries a little bit, but as your brother he is always worried about you.
𖤐 | For Sebastian, the two of you are a handful. Whenever a stray dog wanders by, you and your brother can’t help but halt all your work to play with the doggy. It is an adorable sight to the other servants though. Despite your brother being around your master’s age, the primary difference between the two of them is that your master wishes to be seen as an adult and your brother acts like a six year old. Both are endearing, but sometimes you wish your master would act more like your brother. It saddens you that the events he must have gone through to get like this must have been harsh, however, you wish he could smile more often. Then maybe the Queen’s Guard Dog could enjoy playing with the dogs as much as you and your brother do.
@𝐩𝐡𝐪𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞 — ˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ - please do not translate or plagiarize my works.
Lookkkk I completely forgot this official art I can’t wait when the next episodes come outttttt
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
o!ciel phantomhive (platonic only)
sebastian michaelis
elizabeth midford (platonic only)
mey-rin
finnian (platonic only)
baldoroy
prince soma
agni
joker
beast
dagger
snake
doll
charles grey
grell sutcliff
ronald knox
lawrence bluewer
clayton
edgar redmond
joanne harcourt (platonic only)
edward midford
gregory violet
othello
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