The sleeping ash. Black Butler various x reader

In the morning: The Butler, Wretched

(I drew how I pictured Joker to be once he joined the Phantomhives. Dagger's drawing will be at the bottom of the chapter.)

*3rd pov*

"This carriage has been sent for you, sir. Please take a seat." A coachman tells the man. "R-Riiight." The man gets in. 'This is the first time in my life I'm riding in a broughham-and-pair with a coachman.' The man thought. "I'm already starting to feel nervous." The man pulls out an envelope. "Just what sort of fellow is the person who sent me this, I wonder...?"

[Early spring, 1889– Winter had not yet run its course. While living hand-to-mouth as an oculist in London, I was also a struggling writer. I say 'writer,' but I put pen to paper only when there were no patients coming through the door. And although I had contributed works any number of accepted, the remuneration for it a mere pittance. I was plagued more than ever by thoughts of simply shuttering the practice and moving to the Scottish countryside. It was then that I received a singular invitation.

Yes, that was where it all began.]

*At the Phantomhive manor*

"–Well? How much longer do you two plan on staying here at the manor?" Ciel ask Soma. "I'm staying just so I can spend the long-awaited winter holiday with you, so how could you say that!?" Soma shouts at Ciel. "Don't go making up your own holidays!" Ciel reads the newspaper. "You see, today is the day I shall beat you in chess!" Soma declares.

"Forgive me, but I have to work today. Come, Sebastian." Ciel stands up. "Yes, sir." Sebastian moves the chair while (Y/n) eats a cookie on top of Sebastian's head. "But you said that yesterday too and played only one game with me!" Soma pouts. "Why don't you try improving your game by studying up on chess problems while I'm working? You're too weak." Ciel insults. "Dammiiit! I'll get you!! Agni, assist me with my special training!" Soma shouts.

*At the kitchen*

"Haaah– The sky seems awful cloudy, it doooes! I hope the rain at least holds until the laundry is dry." Mey-Rin looks up at the window as the clouds are gray. "I'm sure, the 'ether will pass by 'ast, Mey-Mey." Joker reassures her. "Can't help gettin' all depressed when the sky's always this gloomy." Bard tells her.

The door gets cut and bursts through. "Pardon the intrusiiion! Is Earl Phantomhive at home?" Two males dressed in white. "Who wants to know?" Bard, Mey-Rin, and Joker take a defense stance. "Ohh~? Are you three going to..." The short one pulls out his sword. "...Play with me!?" The short one rushes at the three and swings his sword, which the three dodge. "He's fast–!" Bard said as the short one was about to swing his sword at Bard, but Joker pulls out his sword to block the swing while bullets fire in that direction.

Mey-Rin holds her dual guns with her glasses on top of her head. "Wooow! A broadsword and a two-handed shot! How very stylish of youuu twooo!" Mey-Rin keeps shooting him. "But!" The man rushes and cuts the guns and disarms Joker's sword. "I win at close combat. This is it!" The man turns to swing his sword, but Bard goes behind him with a knife, but the man steps on Mey-Rin and flips backward. "Too bad for you!" The man was about to stab Bard, but a cream puff gets in the way. 

"May I present to you these custard cream puffs, made with plenty of traditionally raised eggs produced on the Phantomhives estates? Please try one." Sebastian holds a tray of desserts as the man lands and takes a bite of the cream puff. (Y/n) also eats a cream puff on top of Sebastian's head. "Nnn, not bad. I suppose I can give it a passing mark?" The taller man helps Mey-Rin up.

"Hey, Sebastian! Who the hell are those guys!?" Bard asks him while hands Mey-Rin her glasses. "These two gentlemen are..." Before Sebastian could finish. "Oh, right, right! This is our first time meeting you! I'm Charles Grey." The short man introduces. "I am Charles Phipps." The taller one introduces. "We are commonly known as the 'Double Charles.' We are her Majesty the Queen's private secretarial officers, as well as her butlers. Nice to meet you." Charles Grey explains. "And today... ...We're messengers who've come to deliver a letter to the Earl!" Charles Grey pulls out an envelope.