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!

(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

This story has been renewed; the new title is "The Freak Circus: When the Stage Becomes Reality" The freak circus x female reader (OC) Some people speak to survive. Others stay silent and bleed through ink. She lives quietly, trapped inside her own thoughts, learning to exist without taking up too much space. Words are easier on paper. Feelings are safer as sketches. Nightmares become stories, and stories become the only place where she feels in control. Then the circus arrives. Not a place of laughter, but of watching eyes and smiling performers who feel too real to be human. A horror show that doesn't pretend to be harmless. When she defends one of them, something changes. She is seen. What follows is not love nor salvation, but attention. Protection that feels comforting. Presence that feels necessary. And slowly, her silence begins to feel less lonely... even as the world around her grows darker. Because the circus doesn't save people. It survives. And sometimes, survival asks for silence. This is a fan work inspired by the visual novel The Freak Circus, created by Neko Bueno. It's my take on how my main character would react if she were actually in the game.

Basically scenarios if you and Grell Sutcliff were friends. I don't own Black Butler or Grell Sutcliff. No copyright intended. Some parts might be short because I am lame ;_;