Black Butler X (Malleus) Reader

Chapter 7

-3rd POV-

"(Y/n)!" Sebastian called out.

"Now...show me a dramatic...No, a moving moving picture...!" Grelle grinned.

(Y/n)'s blood flowed out like a record.

"Boo!"

The reaper froze.

"(Y/n)-sama!! I have passed my potionology test!"

"(Y/n)-sama, I accidentally slept during class, will you be able to tutor me?"

"(N/n), would you like to walk with me and see the gargoyles?"

"N—No—! Now—! Now just a minute!" Grelle stammered, seeing her memories, "Who the hell are these idiots?! There's not even a smidge of drama here at all!"

(Y/n) panted, bringing a hand to her wound, but was glad it wasn't a deep cut so she'll be able to heal easily, "They are my family. You'll only find mundane things like these over the past year." She said.

Sebastian held her, "Rest. Go with the young master. You were great help, my lady."

She sighed, "All right." She said, before going back to Ciel, who's eyes widen.

"(Y/n)! Are you all right?!" He worriedly questioned.

She smiled, "It's just a simple scratch to me. For a normal child of man, it would've been fatal." She said.

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The butler looked back at the reaper, "My apologies...however...you must pay to see." He said, winking as he rested a finger on his lips.

"Tch!" Grelle scoffed, before dodging the kick, doing a back flip.

He started unbuttoning his coat, "Oh dear...It seems like I'll have to mend the shoulders of my tailcoat."

She was irritated, "Worrying about your outfit at a time like this is very cheeky of you. Perhaps your wound is not deep enough? And you keep aiming for my beautiful face, you devil..."

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Ciel looked at the fae, "Are you sure you're alright?"

(Y/n) smiled, "I'm fine. No need to fret over my condition. I'll heal." She said, before snapping her fingers, which a green light surrounded her and her wound closed up, little by little, till it was healed and left a scar.

He reached out a hand to hold hers, but then retracted it, "Never do that again."

She looked at him, "Do what, exactly?"

"Go run into danger! You're an important figure back in your world! Here, you can get hurt and I don't want to have my head on a stick!"

She blinked before laughing, gently running a hand through his hair, "You're quite the spirited one, little dragon. But I promised myself that no harm shall come to you."

He blushed at the nickname, "Mo—(Y/n), I just want you to be safe. I don't want your brother or anyone else see that you have gotten hurt because of us."

She hummed with a smile, "Don't worry. I'll speak with them if matter comes to it."

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As Grelle went to attack with her saw, it suddenly got jammed, making her pause and look at her weapon, "...Eh?" She tugged on it, but it didn't budge, "Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?! It stopped moving?!"

Sebastian smirked, no longer having his tailcoat, "If the cutting edge of your death scythe is dependent upon its revolution...it occured to me that I only needed to keep it from doing so."