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Grell x Reader; One-shot?; Bored has the Word Red in It
(I do not own this picture or the characters of Black Butler, just the wordy parts)
Bored, bored as can be, you thought pacing your room, cold wind blowing around you. I
thought I shut that, you curiously let your mind wander backwards, trying to find when you
opened your door, in winter? Sighing you sat on your bed, your hands cupping your chin. “I
am so bored.” You muttered casually under your breathe. “But dearie~,” said a voice making
you body tremble in fear, you were home alone last time you checked. “Red is in that word,”
the voice said. You heard that clacking of heels on the wood, you were beyond scared,
almost as cold as the winter airs breeze. A figure stepped out from clinging on the walls,
making you gasp. “Who are you exactly?” You demanded, even though the man that stood before
you was obviously terrifying- blood red hair, glasses, and coat, not to mention he had a
chainsaw, a freaking chainsaw. All you can feel is an extreme calm, like you know this
person, like you know that he would never hurt you, like he would fight for you instead of
against you. “I am Grell Sutcliff… and you are _______ I presume?” He looked almost as
bored as me. “Yes.” You nodded, not understanding why you just told your name to him, not
understanding this sudden feeling you got ever since you heard his name. Not understanding
one bit. “Well, Grell, What are you doing in my house? With a chainsaw?” “You see, I was
minding my own business when I heard the word red, as it being my favorite color, of course
I ran to the scene hoping to see some of the beautiful color… but alas, you have let me
down fair _______.” He sounded utterly disappointed, which for some reason made you
disappointed in yourself, shame washed over your body as you searched your home for red. As
Grell saw what you were doing a huge grin washed upon his pale face sending shivers down
your spine, good shivers though. You grinned back suddenly craving approval more than you
have ever wanted anything in your entire life. You ran outside and pick one of the best
roses in your garden, which you never cut, and anyone who knew you would have token you to
a mental hospital if they witnessed such an action. You ran back into the house to see a
still grinning Grell. I slowly walked over to him, trembling with the perfect rose. You
slowly handed it to him, only to reroute your hand and put the rose is his beautiful long
hair, kept safe on his right ear. Before you even knew what you were saying you whispered,
“You are so beautiful.” In Grells ear, making his grin get wider and wider. You
unthinkingly stroked his hair and looked him dead in his yellowish-green, enthralling eyes.
“As are you…” Grell whispered back, your heart was beating so fast, the butterflies in your
stomach were treating to make you run from this beautiful moment, but there you stood not
wanting to leave, no matter what happened. Suddenly your vision is blurred as you are spun
around. “My my, someone as beautiful as you should not be bored, never.” Grell giggled as
he led you out of the room, not protesting you made your way quietly throughout the house
and left out the front door.
You knew this was just the beginning of love.
Grell leaped onto the roof with you in his arms, and faced you, only an arms length apart.
His surprisingly strong hands gripped your shoulders, digging into them with small force,
but enough to make you aware of his intentions. Grell slowly walked over to you and pecked
your lips. You can even contain this feeling… As he pulled away to look at you, you
fiercely looped your pointer finger through the loops of his floppy bowtie and pulled his
face closer to you instantly. You gripped him into a passionate kiss; you felt every
beautiful emotion, swirling about your head. Grell bit your bottom lip, making small drops
of blood pour out, causing you to kiss him deeper, ever more passionately than you thought
was possible. You heard a satisfied sound from Grell as he claimed you waist as his, as you
did the same with his neck. When you finally pulled away Grell only had one thing to say,
“Still bored?”
(I do not own this picture or the characters of Black Butler, just the wordy parts)
Bored, bored as can be, you thought pacing your room, cold wind blowing around you. I
thought I shut that, you curiously let your mind wander backwards, trying to find when you
opened your door, in winter? Sighing you sat on your bed, your hands cupping your chin. “I
am so bored.” You muttered casually under your breathe. “But dearie~,” said a voice making
you body tremble in fear, you were home alone last time you checked. “Red is in that word,”
the voice said. You heard that clacking of heels on the wood, you were beyond scared,
almost as cold as the winter airs breeze. A figure stepped out from clinging on the walls,
making you gasp. “Who are you exactly?” You demanded, even though the man that stood before
you was obviously terrifying- blood red hair, glasses, and coat, not to mention he had a
chainsaw, a freaking chainsaw. All you can feel is an extreme calm, like you know this
person, like you know that he would never hurt you, like he would fight for you instead of
against you. “I am Grell Sutcliff… and you are _______ I presume?” He looked almost as
bored as me. “Yes.” You nodded, not understanding why you just told your name to him, not
understanding this sudden feeling you got ever since you heard his name. Not understanding
one bit. “Well, Grell, What are you doing in my house? With a chainsaw?” “You see, I was
minding my own business when I heard the word red, as it being my favorite color, of course
I ran to the scene hoping to see some of the beautiful color… but alas, you have let me
down fair _______.” He sounded utterly disappointed, which for some reason made you
disappointed in yourself, shame washed over your body as you searched your home for red. As
Grell saw what you were doing a huge grin washed upon his pale face sending shivers down
your spine, good shivers though. You grinned back suddenly craving approval more than you
have ever wanted anything in your entire life. You ran outside and pick one of the best
roses in your garden, which you never cut, and anyone who knew you would have token you to
a mental hospital if they witnessed such an action. You ran back into the house to see a
still grinning Grell. I slowly walked over to him, trembling with the perfect rose. You
slowly handed it to him, only to reroute your hand and put the rose is his beautiful long
hair, kept safe on his right ear. Before you even knew what you were saying you whispered,
“You are so beautiful.” In Grells ear, making his grin get wider and wider. You
unthinkingly stroked his hair and looked him dead in his yellowish-green, enthralling eyes.
“As are you…” Grell whispered back, your heart was beating so fast, the butterflies in your
stomach were treating to make you run from this beautiful moment, but there you stood not
wanting to leave, no matter what happened. Suddenly your vision is blurred as you are spun
around. “My my, someone as beautiful as you should not be bored, never.” Grell giggled as
he led you out of the room, not protesting you made your way quietly throughout the house
and left out the front door.
You knew this was just the beginning of love.
Grell leaped onto the roof with you in his arms, and faced you, only an arms length apart.
His surprisingly strong hands gripped your shoulders, digging into them with small force,
but enough to make you aware of his intentions. Grell slowly walked over to you and pecked
your lips. You can even contain this feeling… As he pulled away to look at you, you
fiercely looped your pointer finger through the loops of his floppy bowtie and pulled his
face closer to you instantly. You gripped him into a passionate kiss; you felt every
beautiful emotion, swirling about your head. Grell bit your bottom lip, making small drops
of blood pour out, causing you to kiss him deeper, ever more passionately than you thought
was possible. You heard a satisfied sound from Grell as he claimed you waist as his, as you
did the same with his neck. When you finally pulled away Grell only had one thing to say,
“Still bored?”
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