TRANSPHOBIA IS NOT TOLERATED. I am a non binary person, Grell is CANONICALLY a trans woman. This is for the gays and the gender queers, written BY a gay gender queer. They've returned! The one shots are back! The wife as returned! This time the transphobes won't get to us, and we shall spread our Trans Grell propaganda.

Cross-posted to my Ao3. A Grell Sutcliff songfic inspired by the song Lilies by Ethel Cain. I wrote it in about thirty minutes, so, it's nowhere near perfect. I may make it a full story if well received enough- we shall see. The reader is a cis woman, but otherwise as ambiguous as possible race and feature wise. Grell is canonically a bisexual trans woman, so she also is here, accept and like it or don't read.

Grelle Sutcliff is the most famous Grim Reaper in the Collections Department. You're the newest junior recruit to the Reaper ranks, and hopelessly in love with her. When you're assigned to work at her right hand after the whole 'Jack the Ripper' incident, you expect flirting, nerves, and fight here and there. What you didn't expect was a demon butler and his young master, a dance with death aboard a sinking ship, and a love story that entangles your destiny with Grelle's once and for all. Grelle's a force to be reckoned with, and she's coming straight for you. You'd better be ready for it. (Grelle x Reader)

Y/n a servant in the Phantomhive manor .Join her with her aventure or maybe you will find out her past? Cover art belongs rightfully to it's owner I DO NOT OWN BLACK BUTLER ! I ONLY OWN THE PLOT! I suck at description......hope i can improve this is my first story expect slow chapters hope you enjoy!

You wake up in the midst of winter, the pavement grazing your skin. Your stomach growled as you sighed in anticipation 'Funtom's candy store opens in a bit... hopefully some rich families walk by.' You thought to yourself as you curled up into a ball, eagerly waiting for what to come

━━━ ❛ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒅 ❜ 〔 B. BUTLER 〕 ✦ ／ 私のお嬢様 . . . secrets never 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 buried, not when blood paints the walls 𝑹𝑬𝑫 <𝟑 .ᐟ ━━━━━━━ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛. . . a young woman is assigned to work under ciel phantomhive and his butler, sebastian michaelis. but the longer she remains, the deeper she falls into a labyrinth of shadows. what neither of them know: she carries secrets of her own - ones that could 𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒍 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 . . . ⎯⎯ 〔 status : 𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔/ slow updates 〕 𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗕𝗨𝗧𝗟𝗘𝗥, S1 ╸S5 〔 fem!reader × various!bb 〕 ── © 𝑆𝑂𝐹𝑇𝐼𝑁𝑇𝐸𝐿𝐿𝐸𝐶𝑇

In the age of heroes, gods, and war, the world forgot her name. Born under a bleeding moon, (Name) was the divine child of Nyx, goddess of night, and Aether, god of upper air and light-an impossible union never meant to happen. To hide the shame of their union, the gods misplaced her thread in the Loom of Fate. She was cast down to the mortal world, raised in the shadows as a girl with eyes like galaxies and power she never asked for. But fate doesn't forget. It waits. It obsesses. As a young woman, she marries Odysseus and Penelope in secret-three hearts bound in a rare and sacred union. When war calls Odysseus to Troy, (Name) defies every expectation and joins him, setting sail as his equal, his protector, and unknowingly, the object of everyone's unraveling. On this journey, (Name) becomes the eye of a storm she never meant to summon: • Gods fall in love with her. And not gently. • Demigods chase her like moths to divine flame. • Monsters let her live when they should have killed. • Penelope, back in Ithaca, becomes possessive and wrathful in her longing. • Odysseus loses battles from jealousy alone, afraid someone will touch what's his. Even the world itself seems to shift toward her: Islands tilt. Winds wail. The stars blink in rhythm with her breath. As the crew dwindles-not from war, but from obsession-fueled madness-(Name) begins to uncover the truth: The gods are not simply in love. They are desperate. The Loom of Fate has started unraveling because her misplaced thread has warped destiny itself. If she doesn't confront her origins... If she doesn't choose what she wants... The world may rip itself apart trying to possess her.

Y/N was normal, and so was her life. She didn't have dead, rich abusive parents or any magical powers of any sort, and she wasn't secretly the 'chosen one'. She was simply a girl who happened to fancy Black Butler. But it still came as a massive shock to her when she opened her eyes to find herself laying in a back alley of London in the year 1888, Jack the Ripper actively tearing up prostitutes in Whitechapel. With demons, reapers and the pesky Double Charles on the loose, Y/N struggles to adapt to her new life in Black Butler. Hell, she struggles to just KEEP her life much less manage it. Read along as Y/N discovers there's much more to her new friends (and enemies) than what she remembers from flipping through her manga. Waring: mentions of prostitution, violence, blood, death, rape, strong language, mugging, various weaponry and degradation through name calling. There will be warning issued before chapters but most of the triggers mentioned above are important to the story however the reader is NEVER subjected to watch or experience rape though they discover many attempts against other women. I do not own Black Butler's characters/story line or any other books/movies/shows etc mentioned/referenced in this fic! ‼️‼️‼️CROSS-POSTED ON AO3 BC OF THE NEW TERMS AND CONDITIONS ON WATTPAD‼️‼️‼️

(DISCONTINUED) The circuses black tent remained vacant, there was no reason for the circus workers to continue setting it up whenever they traveled. It's not like the person who owned the tent would return, she had run away long ago. _________________________ Y/N lacked memories of her past, there was no record of her ever existing. She only 'came into existence' three years ago. She knew her name, but that was it. All she had of her past was a golden bell-a circular thing she couldn't get rid of, it hung from her ear piercing hole. Just the one. She never had many questions about her past, but when a circus rolls into town she begins to question herself.

i was 14 when i wrote this leave me alone