Welcome back to the madness and insanity that is the life of Y/N L/N. This book is the second in a series titled: The Queen's Lion in which young Y/N finds herself in the world of her favorite manga: Black Butler. It is necessary to read the first b...
TW: Drinking, and gay (trans!fem x fem!reader) suggestive material (love bites, hickies, etc). Bordering NSFW but no sex is mentioned. I don't write smut/lemons/limes (at the moment). Y/N exhibits hoe behavior (as she should).
Y/N wasn't completely sure how she ended up with her back flush against a grimy alleyway wall, but if she was being honest, she didn't actually care. Her blood was coursing through her veins at a pace she hadn't believed was even possible, and her heartbeat was pounding like a drum that threatened to break out of her chest. All things considered, that wasn't even that much of an outlandish possibility. The person pinning Y/N against the grimy stone wall was rather capable of breaking through her chest and ripping out her heart if the Reaper wanted to. But if Y/N was being honest with herself, that only made it more exciting.
Nothing less could be expected, of course. Grelle was never one to shy away from anything, no matter the task. There was no challenge the blood-red Reaper wouldn't take, though, she usually didn't complete her challenges with this much haste.
It had started like every other night out in London did, and Y/N would swear to that...
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The bar was already starting to become crowded and it was hardly a quarter past six. Y/N had managed to slip away from the manor and arrive in town early for once, but it appeared everyone in England had the same idea. "Must've been the rain," Y/N thought as she pushed her way through the crowd to get to the bar, "everyone must've been cooped up inside." When Y/N couldn't find anyone with knee-length crimson hair at the bar, she found it safe to assume Grelle was yet to arrive. "Fashionably late, as always."
Y/N sighed as she gave up looking for her friend and decided to take a seat at the bar before all of them were gone. She sat down on a slightly wine-stained stool, placing her satchel down on the stool next to her own. "Lemonade please," she told the bartender when he approached her to get her order. "And a glass of red for my friend. She should be arriving soon." Y/N probably would've gotten red as well, but she still found wine and the like tasting sour and nasty after the Kelvin Manor. Even the fine wines Ciel had served at the banquet recently had tasted foul. The bartender returned quickly with Y/N's lemonade and a glass of red wine for Grelle, who was still missing.
Y/N sipped on her drink as she waited for Grelle to eventually arrive. She would need all the sugar she could get in order to keep up with the eccentric character that was Grelle Sutcliff. Last time they had met, Grelle had dragged Y/N all across downtown London, window shopping because everything that wasn't a bar was closed for the night. "Ah, you waited for me!" Someone gasped as they picked Y/N's satchel off the bar stool and sat down. "And you already got me a glass! You spoil me, Y/N darling!" Grelle gushed as she sat down next to her friend and took a much needed sip of her wine. "All this rain, it's been dreadful this last week! I got all done up, only to get soaked everyday! It should be a crime, ruining my hair and makeup like that," Grelle huffed as she leaned onto the bar, resting her elbows on its wooden surface.
