Headcanons and Oneshots

-Black Butler- Undertaker x Child!reader

Request fromIochiUmai but it is so late. I am so sorry.

-636 words-

Pulling my shawl around me I try to cross the busy London street. I look for a gap in the carriages and I go for it.

About halfway across I am pushed to the ground. Something with the force of a ton of bricks crashes over my chest. As the soud of hooves fade away I know that I have been run over.

I shallowly gasp for breath as my heart beat pounds through my ears. My head becomes increasingly light. So light that I begin to hallucinate, seeing lines of photographs pool out of my stomach.

I lift a spool and a familiar scene plays.

~flashback~

I stumble around the streets of London, my fingers numb, longing for a teddy from another life. My stomach is empty, I am used to the grumbling and aching and I push through the fatigue.

Icy rain falls, feeling like knives piercing my face. I stumbe to dryness, curling up in the dryness of the shop door way, quickly I fall asleep.

I suddenly wake up in a dark room, immediately relieved that I am out of the cold. WAIT NO! A bad man could have me!

"Huehehe, why are you so scared little princess?" A strange voice emerges from the gloom.

"Go away! I-it's not nice to scare girls!" Trembling I throw myself under the blanket.

The next memories aren't as vivid, just quick flashes.

Undertaker feeding me soup when I was ill.

Sneaking a few dog bone biscuits.

Getting a dress fitted, and stealing some trouses.

Getting my hair cut for the first time in years, and him braiding it.

Learning how to throw knifes, and fighting.

The undertaker gradually became my father over the years.

The next memory is far more vivid

I am preparing a body for examination when I hear the bell tinkle.

A noble boy of about 15, wearing all blue walked in. His dark haired butler in tow.

He was so arrogant, not being willing to speak to me. I quickly found a disliking. Yet over the months I began falling into an eight year-old's love.

I was practicing my knife throwing when a bell tingled. Ciel, the boy of my "affections" walked in. I quickly looked away, out of embarrassment.

"(Y/N), why do you always ignore me? " Ciel pompously asked.

"I love you!" I accidentally mumble, I feel like I am over heating, as I am frozen into place.

Ciel derisively snort, "as if you would know what love is, go back to your toys little girl!"

Sobbing I run to my room.

Grell finds me, "hey Grell," I sniff.

He bends down tho look at me, "no "hello Unca-Moma" who hurt you and who has to die?"

I felt sobs rack through my body, "C-ciel said he doesn't love meeeeeeee" I sob into Grell's shoulder.

All I know is that after that night Ciel looks at my father and my uncle with fear.

At 20 I left to find work, having lived with the undertaker for 16 years, that brings us here.

I am pulled out of my revive by sharp winds. I am being layed on a familiar coffin, my favorite one that he never sold!

I glance up to my father whom appears to be crying. For once he isn't laughing. I weakly grab his hand, "I would love for you to collect my soul," I whisper.

He gasps, "how do you know?" He tilts his head.

"Your secret books," I whisper.

I never get to see him break down over my broken body. Or him linger at my tombstone. I never see Grell ditch the red for the first time in his life for somber black. I never see the look of shock on Ciel's face when I finds out.

I die.

(A/N hopefully I am back from writer's block. This is actually really annoying me. Anyway here this is)