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scenario | surprising him with kisses

𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐈 .ᐟ

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘 .ᐟ

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

o!ciel phantomhive (platonic only)

sebastian michaelis

elizabeth midford (platonic only)

mey-rin

finnian (platonic only)

baldoroy

prince soma

agni

joker

beast

dagger

snake

doll

charles grey

grell sutcliff

ronald knox

lawrence bluewer

clayton

edgar redmond

joanne harcourt (platonic only)

edward midford

gregory violet

othello

just wanted to let you guys know i won’t be posting for the next few days cause i’m going on a lil trip! :)

posting will resume on sunday

Hi I just saw your Sebastian post and I love it btw, that's all just wanted to give you a feed back 😺

thank you so much anon! i’m glad you enjoyed it! :)

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𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑

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𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐍𝐀𝐕 ── ᡣ𐭩

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some black butler as random posts to pass the time:

Hi there! I adore your blog and I was so happy when I saw you pop up on my dash! Could I request a scenario of Soma x fem reader with the “b” prompt from the Soulmate AU post? Sorry, if that’s really specific, I’m a total sucker for the soulmate troupe lol. Thank you so much, and I hope you are having a lovely day!

aaaaa I’m so glad you’re enjoying my content!! <3

and never be sorry, this is so cute omg. I hope you’re having a lovely day too!!

SOULMATE AU ALPHABET

b…ody art (doodles that a person draws on themselves appear on their soulmate’s skin).

When a small scribble of a lotus flower appears on the inside of your wrist, your heart skips a beat. You know what it means ― your soulmate is drawing on their skin, and finally you might be able to figure out who they are.

The next thing that shows up on your skin is a scrawling of words beneath the lotus, but… it’s in a language you don’t recognize. None of your usual coworkers can parse it, so you pay a visit to one of your business associates, Ciel. (He’s got a couple of hearts on his face today, probably a sweet reminder from his own fiancée.) Funnily enough, he’s not the one who helps you; he can’t read it, even though he says it looks like some kind of Indian dialect.

It’s actually his butler who offers more specific advice. Sebastian tells you that it looks like Hindi to him, and suggests that you might try asking his friend Agni, who’s currently staying in Ciel’s townhouse with his master, Prince SOMA.

Off you go on the next leg of your journey, and at the townhouse the door is answered by a tall, smiling Indian man in a turban who asks what he can do for you. After confirming that this is Agni, you shyly display your wrist in his direction with both the lotus and the words in full view.

“I’m so sorry if I’m bothering you or being presumptuous,” you say, “but Mr. Sebastian told me this might be Hindi. Would it be too much trouble for you to translate it for me if it is?”

The thought of him possibly ending up as your soulmate crossed your mind when Sebastian mentioned him. Although he and Soma surely can’t be the only Indians here in London, they’re the only two who are vaguely in your circle of acquaintances.

As it stands, you’ve never met either of them before, so your soulmate could just as easily be someone else you’ve never met… perhaps they’re even still in India!

Practically the second he sees the miniature picture and words, his eyes go wide. His smile doesn’t disappear, though, and he quickly ushers you inside. “Here, stay a moment… I think my prince can help you much more than I can.”

“Oh, ah… of course.” Although that’s strange, you take a seat where he directs you to, and you wait anxiously.

You can’t get too lost in thought, because just a moment later there are clamoring footsteps coming down the stairs. “He bhagavaan, is this real life?!”

The man you’re faced with is within a few years of your age, maybe a bit younger, with a shockingly violet shade of hair tied up in a messy ponytail. And his eyes, those eyes, it’s like his creator poured golden sunshine right into them.

… And sunshine right into his smile, too. His face is so bright, you’re surprised the townhouse even needs lamps. Couldn’t he just light the rooms himself by smiling?

Agni is right behind him, clearly attempting to get the other man under some kind of control even though he’s smiling himself. “Lady (Name), please, meet my lord, Prince Soma Asman Kadar. Will you show him what you showed me?”

“Oh, ah… yes, yes.” You hold your wrist out almost like an offering, so that he can see everything which came into existence on your skin. “I’m sorry, is it difficult to read? Is that why Mr. Agni needed your help?”

Soma laughs, and moves to roll up his own sleeve. “Yes, I’m the only one who can read my own writing! It’s ― what do you say it like in English? ‘Chicken scratch’? Look!”

As soon as your eyes make contact with his wrist, you feel almost like they’re going to fall right out of your head. Right there on his gorgeous skin is black ink, just like what appeared on yours… a drawing of a lotus, and a scribbling of some words.

You’re so stunned, you can’t do anything but hold on when Soma grabs you and twirls you around. His excitement is endearing and you’re not sure you would stop him if you were thinking straight right now. “It’s you!” he laughs. “It’s you, it’s you, it’s you!! This is the moment I’ve been waiting for my whole life, when I finally meet my princess!”

“O-oh… oh, my!” You can’t help but giggle right along with him, keeping yourself as close as you possibly can. He’s so… adorable. His happiness is infectious, in part because you’ve been waiting quite a while for this, too.

“I should have drawn more!” A grin splits his face instead of the simple smile he was sporting, his hand grasping at your wrist. “Don’t worry, don’t worry! When I wash this off in the bath, I’ll make sure to draw something else so you’ll know I’m wishing you goodnight. What’s your favorite flower? I’ll draw it right on my arm!”

Without much more fanfare, Agni gently waves the two of you off up the staircase, saying you should go talk while he gets some snacks. Of course, this seems to agree rather well with Soma, who tugs you on up the stairs enthusiastically.

“Come on! My room is very relaxing, and Agni is the best cook. We’ll have such a great afternoon getting to know each other!”

You had no other obligations anyway, and if you did, you’d be canceling them. This is much more important; you’ve met the person you’re going to spend the rest of your life with, and you desperately want to learn everything you can about him.

So you allow him to pull you along, though you do pause at the top of the stairs. “O-oh, Soma! Soma, by the way, this thing you wrote… it’s Hindi, then, isn’t it? What does it say?”

“Ah…” He takes your arm again, putting it side by side with his. With a fingertip he points at each word. (Amusingly, he seems to say it haltingly, as if even he has to decipher his own penmanship.)

“Here, it says… ‘Once upon a time’.” His face colors slightly, a blush standing out just a little against the sienna hue of his cheeks. “I’m not sure where I was going with that, actually, but… it makes a cute story to tell people!”

Well, he’s certainly not wrong about that.

Maybe you’ll have to doodle him a little picture and message later, too.