Poster Portal- Ciel x reader

my name is (y/n) (l/n) and I'm going to London

your POV

I ran with the wallet and plastic bag of groceries that I had stolen from the chubby man with fawn hair and dull, grey eyes. "Hey! thief! get back here!" he shouted angrily.

I grinned as I turned my head to look at the idiot. "Aint happening, bud. but don't blame me, your the one who left his guard down!" I called back, my voice was slightly muffled by the long (h/c) hair that had tangled itself over my mucky face. he made an annoyed sound before bending over and gasping for breath. I laughed out loud and continued to run. today was a special day; it was the day I travelled to London after all! a phrase bounced around my head as it always did when I stole, though I couldn't remember where I had heard it: there are 2 types of people in this world, those who steal, and those who are stolen from. so true.

I crossed the busy road, dodging a silver Audi and crossing the path of a lady with a pram. I ran past the carpark, through the beautiful park that was always green, leaping over fences as I went. until I reached a large oak tree with a tartan picnic blanket spread amid the twisting boughs and a brass candle lantern which was blown out hanging from a twig - it was tied with a small, frayed, white ribbon. the burgundy leaves that had not long ago been a healthy moss green shade fluttered from the branches and tumbled to the ground in the light, autumn breeze. this had been my home for the last 2 months. it was September, 2016 and I was 14 years of age. when I was 10, my family was murdered and I, being the only survivor, was accused of the devious crime. the coppers chased me and I ran. I was and still am the hider in this little game of hide and seek known as 'life, get over it'

I traced the damp tree carefully with my hand, searching with my shimmering (e/c) eyes for the secret foot space. it was hidden in the soft, wet moss and if I remembered correctly, was on the North-East side of the tree. my (s/c) hand stroked the bark until it reached a slightly spongey patch and I traced it, finding the boundries. I nodded to myself, it was indeed the foot space.

when I reached the picnic blanket, I climbed into it, making little crumples and crunch sounds as twigs broke beneath my weight. I kneeled in the centre and opened the plastic bag to find: a loaf of pre-sliced tiger bread; a (f/c) hoodie with a large pocket on the front that I put in my blue backpack; some eggs; mild chedder cheese block and -ah, what rotten luck for him- a new iPhone 6S still in the box. I haven't had a phone in ages (since Tokyo last year) it was silver and the screen was smooth and glossy. this would come in handy for sure! it would need a sim....

I rummaged through the small, red and black toolbox and found the sim card from the phone in Tokyo, it was Japanese but I doubt that would make a difference. (I had smashed the dead phone and kept the parts as spares in a toolbox alongside my hammer, spanner, screwdriver and screws.) I placed the delicate card in the slim sim slot.

a perfect fit!

I started to pack up my stuff. my stuffed Bitter Rabbit, my tools, an old Manga that I haven't read since I was just a little girl, my (f/book) book, the picnic blanket, a worn out cushion, a coat and my food supply. it was all there; not much, I know. I heaved the backpack over my shoulder and climbed back down the tree. I better start walking, its a long, long way to London. it had been an old dream of mine to live in London. cant really recall why though.

I took the old country lane out of (w/y/l) humming 'Monochrome No Kiss' I had known that song since I was 9. back when life was good, normal. I passed the sign that warned me that I was leaving town and I jumped up and smacked it making a satisfying tonk. I wont be missing this place, not one bit. the kids would shout and throw stuff at me as I passed, the adults would pushed passed me and the poshos would hold their noses in disgust. some of them would even call me a thieving rat. true, I am a thief but no way and never will I be a dirty, disease infested rodent. what would be the problem if I was though? rats are timid creatures that survive.

my name is (y/n) (l/n) and I am going to the home of Her Majesty Elizabeth II.

howdy! I hope yall enjoyed the first chapter! I hope you have also read my story She-Wolf and if not then please do. it is a mystery black butler x reader story in which you are the last Wolf Demon. I'm sorry that this chapter is quite short but I have my half brothers party soon and I need to start walking to his house. yall can call me Xena if ya want.

Love ya! xxx